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paper, sir? Paper, lady?

Paper?

Paper, sir?

Paper, governor?

Features the society scandal.

"Lady wren to tell all in libel defense."

Paper, governor?

Oh, Gerald, darling, do stop going on and on.

Gerald!

It's that terrible angele.

Hurry, Pierre.

There's that terrible Sybil.

Ok, my darling,

come along.

Would you mind stepping out, sir Gerald?

Can I have your autograph?

My wife and i love it.

Silence!

Silence in court!

Are you ready to resume, sir Percy?

Perfectly, my lord.

I was in the course

of my cross-examination of lady wren.

Thank you.

Now, lady wren,

you have acknowledged authorship

of this biography entitled les girls.

I have.

This is your first venture into literature?

Oh, how kind of you to call it literature,

sir Percy.

I'd only aspired to write

a few amusing anecdotes.

When you wrote of the plaintiff,

angele ducros,

that she attempted suicide

for the love of a man who rejected her,

was that little anecdote intended to amuse?

Well, it seemed to me to be readable.

And it was true,

if that's what you're getting at.

Kindly do not concern yourself

with what I'm getting at. Just answer my questions.

Now, you are aware, lady wren, are you not,

that if certain statements made in your book

are false or misleading,

then madame ducros has been most cruelly libeled

for which she can justly claim damages.

Sir Percy, the story of my life in the theater

may read like fiction,

but I can assure you

that everything I've written in that book

happened exactly as I remembered it.

That is not for us, but for the jury to decide.

Wasn't that last observation

a comment rather than a question, sir Percy?

If your lordship so wishes...

Now, in chapter 7,

which you have entitled "all for love,"

you suggest that madame ducros

not only attempted suicide for the love of a man,

but for a man who was not then

and is not now her husband.

Do you swear under oath

that that is to be the truth?

Well, sir Percy, I'm not a flighty woman

who deliberately fabricates something

to injure the reputation of madame ducros.

Had I realized

she was going to materialize

out of the past claiming damages,

I might have omitted the chapter.

But it did happen,

and I must defend my statement.

She did attempt suicide.

In chapter 7,

which you have entitled...

"All for love."

Thank you.

The opening sentence reads:

"Our Valiant little musical act

had decided to conquer Paris."

"Lt was spring."

Yes, it was spring.

Spring is a chronological truth.

It happens once every year.

I can remember what I wrote.

We were in Paris. That was true.

We were playing

at the music hall Parisian

in an act called

Barry Nichols and les girls.

It happened, well, some years ago.

It was our first engagement in Paris,

and I can recall the excitement we felt

at being in this gay city

in the world of the theater.

Everything to us about Paris

was exciting.

The smells, the sounds,

the taxi noises...

Everything.

I was sharing a little flat

with an American dancer called joy Henderson.

Hey, Sybil!

Sybil!

Listen, there's a message from Barry!

He wants us at the theater right away!

What for?!

Gee, I don't know.

Come on down. I'll wait for you.

Madame?

Would you hold on to these things for me?

Ah, mais oui.

I have to go to rehearsal. Thanks.

Joseph! Joseph, the first one.

Francais, mademoiselle, s'll vous plait.

I'm replacing Mimi.

Wh...

Sit down.

But why?

I don't like complications.

She's been carrying on

with that Romanian necktie salesman.

Ok, merci!

What do you mean by "carrying on"?

He's--he's going to give her a ring.

Oh, so you knew it all the time?

You didn't tell me.

That's what I call loyalty.

Barry, Mr. menesco wants to marry Mimi.

She wants a home. It's not a felony.

You want a home, you go to a real estate agent.

You don't come to me.

Look, I don't ask for gratitude,

but when I hired Mimi,

she crossed the stage like her rear end

was made of old venetian glass.

Have you any idea how much time I've put in,

day and night,

teaching her how to dance?

Especially nights.

I need jokes, I'll hire a comedian.

C'est votre tour, mademoiselle.

Et, mademoiselle, que faites vous?

Vous chantez, vous dansez?

I am, uh...

Angele.

Oh.

Well, go right ahead.

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ok, ok!

But I didn't finish it yet!

No, no, no.

Can I take it over, please?

Mademoiselle, come here, please, dear.

Please, it's all right.

I know it was bad, but--

shh. Are you good at picking up routines?

I think very good.

Good. Show me some chaines.

Come here, kids.

Why do you want this job with me,

an American act?

I've seen you dance.

Oh, well...

Then you know what the act is.

Uh, come here, kids.

You're free to travel?

Yes.

Get in the middle, tall one.

There, no.

Take it the other way.

Come back again.

Look, we're going to travel all over Europe this summer,

and I want someone who can stick with us.

I can.

You can, huh?

You married?

No.

Engaged?

Oh, no.

Uh...

Well, you're now one of les girls.

Oh, merci! Merci!

Ooh, la la.

Well, this is Sybil and this is joy.

Hello.

Oh, hi.

All right, look, kids,

we got to work fast.

Let's grab some lunch

and come back and rehearse. Come on.

Oh, but I was looking for a place to live,