Hello and a very happy Christmas to you all.
I'm here in Paris, the beautiful City of Light,
where the musical you are about to see is set.
The composer, George Gershwin, lived here in the 1920s.
And being inspired by the sights and sounds of the city,
he wrote a short orchestral piece, An American in Paris.
It has become one of his most well-known and loved compositions.
The incredible score inspired another iconic artist,
the great dancer, Gene Kelly.
He choreographed numbers to many of Gershwin's most famous songs
to produce the Oscar-winning MGM movie, An American In Paris.
The lyrics were, as always,
provided by George's older brother, Ira Gershwin.
The intoxicating Gershwin score
has inspired a new stage musical version,
directed and choreographed by Christopher Wheeldon,
one Britain's brightest dance stars.
I've had the huge pleasure of dancing
in several of Chris' ballets, and they're always a joy to perform,
as you'll see in the film you're about to watch.
We're in post-war Paris.
We meet Jerry Mulligan, who's a GI taking the opportunity
to create a new life here as an artist.
He meets a fellow American, Adam Hochberg,
who's struggling to become a composer for the ballet.
They both fall under the spell
of a beautiful, young ballerina, Lise Dassin,
played by the Royal Ballet's very own Leanne Cope.
It's a glorious love story,
full of fabulous singing and dancing,
set in the most evocative of cities.
Sit back and enjoy this award-winning show.
When you think of Paris, what comes to mind?
HE SNIFFS The Champs-Elysees, romance...
..cheese.
Well, it wasn't always like that.
You know, for four years, the City of Light went dark.
There was violence, swastikas in the street,
martial law and fear in people's eyes.
Then came the liberation,
but how can you feel liberated when your city has been crushed?
When there's no food or electricity?
When friends and neighbours are being betrayed
and guns are still firing in the night?
See, some things about a war, they...
HE SIGHS
Well, they just don't change overnight.
But it is from the ashes of war that friends are made
and new loves are found.
And that - well, that was what it was like on the day Jerry Mulligan
decided to stay in Paris.
Oh, and, er...it starts like this.
CHEERING AND SHOUTING CHANTING: Vive la France!
PLANE ENGINES ROAR AND FADE
Jerry, there you are. Hey, hey.
I've got our tickets, we're going home.
Well, tick-tock, Mulligan! We're going to miss the train.
Vas-t'en!
Non!
Please. Merci.
TRAIN WHISTLE HOOTS
Thank you.
Ah, Paris! We're home.
MAN WHISTLES
Hey, ou vas-tu?
Oh, no, sir. Please, don't!
No... No, no!
Hey, what's going on?!
Cherie.
Oh! Oh!
Collaborator!
THEY SHOUT AND JEER
SHE SCREAMS
APPLAUSE
HE PLAYS A JAZZY TUNE
Excusez-moi. Je shurr-shez une chumbre pour...
At last, a fellow slaughterer of the French tongue.
Welcome, soldier. Corporal Adam Hochberg,
Second Armoured Division, at your service.
Lieutenant Jerry Mulligan, Fourth Infantry.
Now it's just Jerry.
Well, what can I get you, Just Jerry?
Anything. Coffee?
Whoa, too early in the day for coffee.
Have some champagne.
JERRY CHUCKLES
This your cafe?
Might as well be, the Dutoits gave me the run of the place.
Liberte.
Egalite.
BOTH: Fraternite.
So, when you, er... When you shipping home?
That's just it, I missed my train.
Ooh.
Kinda sorta on purpose, huh?
Yeah... Yeah, me too. HE SNIFFS
I sure as hell didn't see parading this in front of the relatives.
Yeah, no parades for me either, thanks.
You want to talk about it?
Yeah. Sorry. I-I'm sorry.
I-It's just been lonely as hell round here
and, frankly, I'm driving myself crazy with this damn concerto.
You a composer? Well, not if this is any indication.
It sounded great.
Eh, something's missing. I can't, er... I can't put my finger on it.
Hey, you an artist?
Yeah, starving and homeless.
Well, the Dutoits got another petite alcove upstairs
and they like to think of themselves as art patrons.
Even though they haven't got a casserole to uriner in.
When they found out I was studying with Nadia Boulanger...
You, er... You heard of her?
Hm-hm. Mm, yeah, I didn't think so.
Well, they stopped asking me for rent
and if you were a Jew, like me, they probably wouldn't charge you.
Yeah, Parisian guilt.
Ah, Exactly.
Hey, can I, er... Can I take a peek? Yeah.
Oh!
Hey, these are good. Ah, you really are an artist.
Je suis desole d'etre en retard.
Henri?
Henri, English please.
Pourquoi?
Because our French sucks. Jerry, Henri.
Henri, Jerry. How do you do?
A pleasure. I like this one best.
Is this Dunkirk?
No, that's old, it's depressing.
I love depressing. Artists have a responsibility to
show the dark underbelly to life.
Don't listen to him. Paint what you love,
make them pretty.
Hey, did you pop the question yet?
Henri is trying to work up the nerve to ask his girl to marry him.
No, no, I have decided to write her a letter.
Why not just ask her, Henri?
Yeah, Henri, what's her name again?
No, no, you are trying to prick me.
Er, trick.
Prick is something else.
You Yankee cads are celebrated for stealing our women,
I am not allowing her near you.
Now, have you finished my song?
Let's get to work. Chip, chip.
Chop chop.
I'm helping him with his nightclub act.
Henri's folks are in textiles the way Henry Ford is in cars.
They don't know their only child wants to be a song and dance man.
I AM a song and dance man.
So he's going over to America to help run their US operations
while secretly becoming a nightclub performer.
Won't they found out if you are successful?
Oh, he won't be.
Play.
This is the first stab now.
It is brilliant, we know.
He is a genius, your friend.
You grew up together?
Yeah. Yeah same synagogue and everything.
# Days can be sunny with never a sigh
IN CORRECT PITCH: # Sigh
# Sigh
# Don't need what money can buy... #
Can we light up the accompaniment?
No, we cannot.
# Birds in the trees sing their day full of song
# Why shouldn't we sing along? #
It's like a funeral.
Kind of gloomy.
# I'm chipper all the day
# Happy with my lot... #
Happy, it doesn't sound that way.
# How did I get that way? #
Something, something, something.
PLODDING PACE: # I got rhythm
# I got music... #
No, no, no.
MORE BRISKLY: # I got my gal Who could ask for anything more? #
It's better in four-four. It is.
# I got daisies in green pastures
# I got my gal Who could ask for anything more?
That's great.
# Old man trouble I don't mind him
# You won't find him round my door
# I got starlight
# I got sweet dreams... #
Stop it!
# I got my gal Who could ask for anything more?
# Who could ask for anything more...? #
Look, look at their faces.
People need to laugh. Paris needs it.
Who says music needs to cheer people up?
I say it.
Oh, it's too easy to go for sentiment.
God forbid we show the real world.
War, starvation... There's unemployment.
BOTH: # Old man trouble I don't mind him
# You won't find him Round my door... #
Philistines!
# I got starlight I got sweet dreams... #
Yeah, sell-outs.
# I got my gal Who could ask for anything more?
# Who could ask for anything more?
BOTH: # I got rhythm I got music
# I got my gal
# Who could ask for anything more?
# I got daisies in green pastures
# I got my gal
# Who could ask for anything more...? #
And the day turned to night and somehow,
in that little slip of time, the three of us became...
The three musketeers! I got...
ENSEMBLE: # Rhythm I got music
# I got my gal
# Who could ask for anything more?
# I got daisies in green pastures
# I got my gal
# Who could ask for anything more?
# Old man trouble I don't mind him
# You won't find him round my door... #
CRASH, FIZZING
SCREAMING
Don't worry, it's only the electricity.
It's OK, it's OK, we'll take care of it.
SCRATCHING
Ah! Mon ami.
RHYTHMIC SCRATCHING
RHYTHMIC FOOTSTEPS
CHUCKLING
RHYTHM DEVELOPS
ENSEMBLE: I got rhythm. I got rhythm.
MUSIC RESUMES
HUBBUB
BRIEF EXCERPT FROM LA MARSEILLAISE
ENSEMBLE: # Allez! Allez! Allez! Allez!
# I got rhythm Allez! Allez! Allez! Allez!
# I got music
# I got rhythm
# I got music
# I got my gal
# Who could ask for anything more?
# Old man trouble I don't mind him
# You won't find him round my door
# I got starlight I got sweet peas
# I got my gal
# Who could ask for anything more?
# More, more, more, more, more? #
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
And the night evaporated into memory.
Light flooded in.
Paris... Paris began to breathe freely again.
I kept working on my music day and night but...
..something wasn't right.
One morning, I took Jerry with me
to sketch the dances at the ballet,
where I was accompanying classes.
And that's when...
Well...
You'll see.
Excusez-moi.
Est-ce que c'est la salle de Najinsky?
Sorry, I've got no idea what you're saying.
American! Afraid so.
Milo Davenport. Jerry Mulligan.
May I?
Yeah.
Oh, these really are rather good.
Where do you see the work going next?
The Louvre?
Confident, I see.
Or deluded.
Do you have representation? New to town.
Me too.
I'm having a little gathering this evening at the Ritz.
It might be worth your while. Eight-ish?
Thanks.
Nice meeting you.
Mademoiselle Davenport.
Madame Baurel.
Mwah! Mwah!
Don't you look...
..American?
Thank you, but I'd rather look French.
Yes, well...
I must get to my board meeting
but Maestro Zlutoslovsky is expecting you.
But he knows I'm new to ballet?
He knows that your father has done business with my husband
and that you might wish to make a donation.
Surely he'll need more than a donation if everything
was being funded by the Nazis?
We must always look to the future.
I see. Of... Of course.
Come.
Maestro.
My friend, Milo Davenport.
Ah.
I will see you after the audition.
THEY CHAT
Olga!
Dancers, we do audition variation now for Mr Z.
Eeh!
PIANO PLAYS
You.
You vanished.
My grave apologies, Madame.
Spare your breath.
But there were so many blockades.
I left work with more than enough time.
But you did not.
I do not wish to see you.
Out of my sight.
Don't leave.
Stand there in the back.
It's OK.
Stay.
You are just too tall.
Go be...
..skyscraper somewhere.
Go on in.
ORCHESTRA PLAYS
APPLAUSE
Brava. My goodness.
Thank you.
Dancers, we will be in contact.
Thank you.
Adam.
Lise.
Wait!
What is your name, child?
Lise Dassin.
Dassin.
Where did you study?
In Monte Carlo.
Before the war.
Your mother is Arielle Dassin?
Yes. Wonderful dancer.
She must be so proud.
Please forgive me.
I must hurry back to work at the Galeries Lafayette.
I'm so sorry. We have your details?
Yes.
Hang on! Ooh, you hang on.
Maestro, forgive me for presuming, but I would consider
funding your entire season if you would perhaps indulge me
in one tiny whim.
And that is to commission a short piece for that lovely young girl.
What was her name?
ALL: Lise Dassin.
So mysterious.
And who wrote that exquisite music? Is it famous?
From your mouth. I'm the culprit.
With a score by this talented young fellow,
Monsieur...?
Hochberg. Monsieur Hochberg.
Well, no...
And designs by this noted American painter,
Jerry...? Mulligan.
I'm afraid I have my own stable of designers.
You mustn't keep artists in a stable, they'll never get
up out of the hay.
Never mind.
I specialise in the visual arts and I must say,
this young man's work is...
I am sorry.
A short ballet is all I suggest.
Celebrating French and American youth, side by side,
moving into the future together - brilliant, alive.
I can certainly abide Mademoiselle Dassin and this gentleman.
But I must draw the line at designs. I'm very sorry.
I got to run. It was great meeting you all.
Don't forget tonight - eight.
I won't. Bye.
Don't say no, that's all I ask.
I'm not telling you what to do, but you should at least
see his work.
Did you see that?
The flower.
The kiss.
And the way she looked at me.
No-one in my whole life had ever looked...
God, I had a ballet to write.
Oh! Sorry!
Madame, we are expecting a new shipment any day now.
May I help you?
Congratulations, you got the job!
What? They're creating a ballet for you.
Monsieur, I'll find you another saleslady. How?
There are no other ladies for me.
Amandine? Yes!
Amandine, please speak to this customer.
Lise is giving her notice.
She's going to be a star.
Sir, I'm afraid I cannot help you.
Ah, but you can because I need a small bottle of perfume
for a very beautiful ballerina.
Do you chase all the girls across town!
No.
You're the first girl I've ever chased anywhere.
Come on, what are the odds?
I see you my first day in Paris.
Then again today.
Both of us in the same place at the same time.
You've got to admit.
Admit?
# I've got beginner's luck
# The first time that I'm in love I'm in love with you
# Gosh I'm lucky
# I've got beginner's luck
# There never was such a smile or such eyes of blue
# Gosh, I'm fortunate
# This thing we've begun is much more than a pastime
# For this time is the one where the first time
# Is the last time
# I've got beginner's luck Lucky through and through
# For the first time that I'm in love
# I'm in love with you... #
Stop it, sir.
Oh! Sir!
I'm so sorry.
THEY CHAT
Get off.
No, sir, please don't.
CHATTER
Come on. Please...
CHATTER
Oh, stop it, sir.
HUBBUB
Oh, no, sir! Please don't.
SHE LAUGHS
Oh! Sorry!
HE EXCLAIMS
HUBBUB
APPLAUSE
You are going to get me fired!
You're quitting.
Hi, I'm Jerry.
Meet me. Pont des Arts.
Absolutely not.
I'll be there all afternoon.
I'll see you there?
Well, how can you be so sure?
# Cos I've got beginner's luck
# Lucky through and through
# Cos the first time that I'm in love
# The very the first time that I'm in love
# The first time that I'm in love
# I'm in love with you. #
Congratulations, dear.
You are to become the newest prima ballerina at the Ballet du Chatelet.
I am?
Don't draw attention.
I heard it from maestro himself.
A new work for you.
But I did not let anyone know we were acquainted.
It would be incorrect to influence the outcome.
Let me take us to lunch.
I must give my notice.
Of course.
Yes.
Well, I know how much you have wanted this.
How your mother would be pleased you will no longer be a shop girl
in this unfortunate place.
And, needless to say, I am beside myself with joy.
I will see you at home.
No, no.
Good to see you, as always, Mademoiselle Dassin.
Dearest.
You will be pleased to know Lise has been hired by the ballet.
She has? Yes.
Now, have you asked her? Mother!
Oh!
You are too old to be unmarried.
You are beginning to draw attention to us.
We can't afford such prying.
The war is over.
The Nazis are gone.
Shh! My God!
We must always appear blameless and correct in all things.
This is also why we have walls, dear.
The walls have ears.
The world is filled with treachery.
I am writing my letter of proposal at this moment.
Letter, dear?
Mother, I am simply concerned that Lise might not feel
the same way about me.
Oh! Lise clearly loves you.
And if you don't ask her soon, someone else will.
You will have missed your chance.
Dearest beloved...
Dearly beloved... No.
Dear Lise...
Cher maman...
Cherie.
You and Papa would both be so happy...
I would be so happy...
I have been hired to dance with the ballet.
..to dance with you through this adventure we call life.
Oh, my....
I miss you, with every fibre of my being.
I'm afraid you might never receive this.
I wish for you.
I wish you were here to help me make a difficult decision.
With all my heart.
For I must choose between doing what is expected of me,
and following my heart.
To choose me as your loving husband.
I know Henri loves me.
And I love him too.
If you want, that is.
But is this romantic love?
The kind you and Papa built your happiness upon.
Oh, will you marry me, Lise?
Oh, please, Lise...
No, no, no.
If he should propose - what do I do?
The Baurels have taken such good care of me throughout the war.
And I suppose love grows.
Dear, Lise - true love comes but once in a person's life.
I believe that together...
But, maybe...
# Some day he'll come along, the man I love.
# And he'll be big and strong, the man I love
# And when he comes my way
# I'll do my best to make him stay
# He'll look at me and smile, I'll understand
# And in a little while, he'll take my hand
# And though it seems absurd
# I know we both won't say a word
# Maybe I shall meet him Sunday, maybe Monday, maybe not
# Still I'm sure to meet him one day
# Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
# For me, he'll do and dare, as ne'er before
# Our hopes and fears we'll share, for evermore
# And so all else above
# I'm waiting for the man I love. #
You had to love her.
She made you want to protect her.
And I thought, I'll dedicate this score to her.
She'll inspire me to discover whatever's been missing.
The ballet will inspire everyone to fall in love
with her, and she'll have me to thank.
She'll have to love me.
Told you.
I cannot accept these.
Why not?
I bought it from the prettiest girl in the shop.
Oh!
Come on, don't go!
Like all American men, you are too presumptuous.
Like all French girls, you...
Nothing.
There couldn't be another girl like, say your name for me?
Lise.
Beautiful.
But sad.
No, it is not.
How about Lizzie?
Or, Eliza? Liza.
I like my name. Liza's happier.
No, it is not.
Are you sure about that?
I drew this my first day here.
You like it?
I do not wish to be drawed.
Drawn.
And it's just a sketch.
I couldn't finish it because I'd need to know you better.
Tell you what - meet me here every day... No.
..I'll help you with your English and draw you until I get it right.
No! I do not know you.
Who are you? You're a, what? A soldier?
No.
I was.
But now I'm an artist.
You are, too!
And your mom too - is she famous?
Hey - what's wrong?
I can't meet you.
I have responsibilities.
Come on, it'll be fun.
Everyone has responsibilities.
Well, what are yours?
My work.
I stayed here in Paris for this.
Art, it's really important. Huh!
You think I don't know that?
I am French.
Listen - you don't have to tell me anything you don't want.
Plenty of people have things they like to keep to themselves.
Me?
I'll tell you something - I'd like to forget every single
thing about that whole filthy war.
Oh.
Me too.
See?
Put it behind us!
With me, you don't have to be that sad girl.
You can be Liza.
The brash, happy, crazy girl no-one but us knows about!
What do you say? You are a madman, aren't you?
Meet me here every day for one hour.
No. 30 minutes? No!
Two minutes? No, Jerry.
You remembered my name.
Now, come on!
We'll be those two crazy, happy fools down by the river!
Now, hell with everyone else!
You'll have your life.
I'll have mine.
Honour your responsibilities.
Then there will be this, our little secret.
Pretend.
Come on!
Look...
# Moon shinin' on the river.
# Come along, my Liza Lise.
# Breeze singin' through the tree tops
# Come along, my Liza Lise!
Not here.
Not with me.
# Somethin' mighty sweet I want to whisper sweet and low
# That you ought to know, my Liza
Try it!
# I get lonesome, honey, when I'm all alone so long
# Don't make me wait, don't hesitate
# Come and hear my song
# Liza, Liza, skies are grey
# But if you smile on me
# All the clouds'll roll away
# Liza, Liza, don't delay
# Come, keep me company, and the clouds'll roll away
# See the honeymoon a-shinin' down
# We should make a date with Parson Brown
# So, Liza, Liza, name the day
# When you'll belong to me.
# And the clouds'll roll away
Say yes.
No.
Then dance with me.
# See the honeymoon a-shinin' down
# We should make a date with Parson Brown... #
Say yes.
Say you'll meet me right here.
Can't a man and a woman just be friends?
In America, they do it all the time.
I can be your friend, but no more than that.
You'll meet me? Yes.
But you have to swear to never tell anyone.
I swear.
Oh, Lise!
No.
Liza!
Are you all right!
Yes!
Just friends, you said.
The French kiss their friends - twice, in fact.
Tomorrow - same time, same place. Don't forget.
You swore.
Don't you forget!
APPLAUSE
Dear Lise...
Show me the letter. Mother!
You clearly don't know how to conduct yourself
in matters of the heart. Give it to me.
Oh, and you and father are so warm and fun-worshipping.
Well...
..we have the occasional...
We have...
This is not about your father and me, Henri.
Now, dear, tell me - do your romantic interests lie
beyond the fairer sex?
Mother, please! Good evening.
Hello!
And congratulations.
Ah, yes. Did she tell you her news?
Yes. It will certainly be a change.
Yes. Well...
Lise?
Henri has something he wishes to ask you.
Walk me through the garden.
We are both beside ourselves for you both.
What is it, Henri?
What is what?
You wanted to ask me?
Yes.
About the ballet.
I want to hear everything.
Oh, cheri, you seem nervous.
No, no, no - happy.
And beside myself as well.
Look, I am all the way over here, I am so beside myself.
You seem... No, I don't seem...
It's just, well, I...
What?
Oh, I sound so selfish.
This doesn't mean I have to spend my life in Paris.
When you go to America to sing...
Shh!
If you decide for whatever reason,
I...
Well, I could dance there!
I mean, I will.
You will?
I mean, you do?
Do? Want to.
I do. Yes?
Yes, Henri, if you do. I do, of course, yes, I do.
I do. Yes, I do too.
Oh, my darling, you have made me so happy.
I have?
I love you very much.
I love you too.
You know something?
You are positively glowing, from the moment you came in you seemed...
..transformed.
I did? I... Yes?
..do? Something marvellous has happened?
No.
Yes, it's written all over your face.
What?
The ballet. Ah!
Yes!
Did something else happen?
No! My God!
Lise, don't curse!
I'm... I am teasing.
Just like mother and father.
No cursing! No cursing.
We must stop this foolishness.
I'll be late to my rehearsal.
Yes.
# Life has just begun
# Jack has found his Jill
# Don't know what you've done, but I'm all a-thrill
# How can words express your divine appeal?
# You can never guess all the love I feel
# From now on, lady, I insist
# For me, no other girls exist
# 'S wonderful
# 'S marvellous
# She should care for me
# 'S awful nice
# 'S paradise
# 'S what I love to see!
# She makes, she makes my life so glamorous
# You can't blame me for feeling amorous
# Oh, 's wonderful!
# 'S marvellous!
# That she should care for me!
# 'S wonderful!
# 'S marvellous!
# She should care for me!
# 'S awful nice
# 'S paradise
# 'S what I love to see!
# She makes my life so tinglish!
# I'll even overlook her English
# Oh, 's wonderful!
# 'S marvellous!
# That she should care for me... #
What the hell are you guys doing in my song?
It's my song!
We all must be in love.
Yeah. Jerry's got himself an heiress.
An heiress, no less.
And mine's accepted my proposal.
Hey, that's great! Hey, congratulations!
I didn't even have to make it.
What? Really?
What about you? Yeah, I, you know...
I met someone wonderful,
but I ain't telling you bums who it is! No, no, no.
# She's made my life so glamorous!
# You can't blame me for feeling amorous!
# Oh, 's wonderful!
# 'S marvellous!
# That she should care for me! #
APPLAUSE
If you can't be honest in life,
how are you going to be any kind of artist?
Who says I can't be honest?
I do. She accepted your proposal, only you didn't have to make it?
Does she, oh, God...
Does she know she said yes?
Well, I think so.
See, this is the problem with people like you.
Give him a break. He's happy.
Life and art are connected.
Yours are both...
Enough already. What is wrong with wanting to be hopeful, and in love?
Exactly. Another round!
See, you don't, ah... You don't get it.
If life is a work of art, and art is a life's work...
Hey, what's her name? You can tell us, can't you?
You are a bad artist indeed.
I mean, look at you - the hair, the clothes.
You look like a refugee.
I am a refugee.
Running from you.
You do look a little scroungy, pal.
I do? Yeah. Only an artist manque thinks art must be tragic.
Oh! Is that right?
Well, you've seen so much of the world, Fauntleroy.
Why don't you tell us what you did during the war?
Wouldn't you like to know? Cease fire!
It might surprise you what I have done!
So, why don't you just admit that you took a pass on the whole nasty business?
Girls, girls, please!
Why did you say that?
What?
Girls.
Well, now, he knows we're not really girls, Henri.
Let's agree on the basics.
It's just that my mother thinks that my romantic interests lie
beyond the fairer sex.
Well, you don't think that, do you?
I, I...
I wouldn't let it sway my feelings about you one bit.
No, I would tell anyone who asked
that you are one of the most asinine, superficial people...
OK, I got to run. Look, here's the proposal.
I was about to hand it to her when she beat me to the pinch.
Punch. Punch.
"Cher Mama..."
Mama? No, no, no.
"I must choose between doing what is expected of me,
"and following my heart."
I took her notebook.
"But is this romantic love?
"The kind you and Papa built your happiness upon."
Hey! Everybody wonders those kinds of things before they get married.
Maybe she's not the right girl for you, Henri?
She's the only girl for me. You don't know her.
OK, OK, go.
Go to your fancy parties, sell some paintings.
I'll take it from here.
Listen...
Look, forget about her, OK?
She's not the kind of woman you forget.
She is...
..an enigma.
Yeah?
Sounds like a skin condition.
Now, come on - let's rehearse your act. It'll distract you.
Oh, and by the way? I got us a little club in Montmartre,
two weeks from tonight, so cheer up.
Another five rounds, with fries, please?
And more good news - I got a commission.
Wait!
"I suppose love grows."
It does.
It will.
I'm sorry. You were saying?
Montmartre - wonderful!
Mayonnaise, please - no ketchup.
Oh, yes, ketchup! Mayonnaise? On fries?
How do you say "eurgh" in French?
Are you kidding me with that?
Hello!
Swell digs you got here.
Thanks.
I brought you a little something.
Ooh! Let me see.
Nice composition, point of view.
It's a shame someone already painted it. What do you mean?
Cezanne got there first.
Find the voice of Jerry McMillan.
It's Mulligan.
Cocteau said, originality is trying to be like everyone else and failing.
Only you're too deft.
You're going to have a harder time finding something you fail at.
Cocteau said all that, huh?
Thought you might have this new ballet to experiment with.
I might? If you play your cards right.
I persuaded Saludislovsky to give you a shot at designing the ballet.
Thank you! Bring your ideas to rehearsal.
Geez! And don't play it so safe.
OK. Take this hint of exuberance and explode it.
OK. And don't act so humble.
People might start falling for the act.
Speaking of people - where is everyone?
Am I not enough for you?
You said something about gallery representation? Yes!
I'm opening my own gallery and looking for undiscovered geniuses
to feature in my gala.
I, for one, intend to take this city by force.
They just came through a bit of that.
No matter how much cash you offer, they still have such sad ideas
about, "ze correct way to do things."
It's their country.
Didn't seem to mind letting the Nazis run it for a while.
Not sure they had much choice.
Well, neither do I.
I'm compelled from within, an instinctive hunger
to make a contribution.
A difference. A niche for myself.
A name. No, no.
A home here in the city of love.
That's Rome.
Love, light - same thing, wouldn't you say?
I wouldn't know a thing about it.
But you are quite a pistol, Miss Davenport.
Oh, call me Milo.
You like music?
Nothing against it.
May I have this dance?
Yeah, listen...
Oh, are you going to break my heart, Jerry Milligan?
Mulligan.
You say potato...
I've got a girlfriend.
You want another?
# Shall we dance or keep on moping?
# Shall we dance and walk on air?
# Shall we give in to despair
# Or shall we dance with never a care?
You want to meet Picasso?
# Life is short, Camus
# We're growing older, Sartre
# Don't you be You know those people?
# An also-ran
# You better dance, little lady
# Dance, little man
# Dance whenever you can... #
Let's go to an opening.
What's my part of the deal?
Be nice to me and enjoy yourself.
Are you sure that's all?
I know you can't buy love.
Well, I think you can,
but I'm not looking to fall in love, Mr Mulligan.
Hey, you got my name right.
I said it wrong to see if you had any spine.
I'm afraid I might.
# Drop that long face
# C'mon, have your fling Seriously
# Why keep nursing the blues?
# If you want this old world on a string
# Put on your dancing shoes
# Stop wasting time
# Put on your dancing shoes
# Watch your spirits climb... #
What are you doing a week from tonight?
That's the night I play poker with Picasso.
Ha-ha. Have you been to the Ball de Beaux Arts?
What's that? It's an annual costume ball.
Everyone behaves very badly and regrets it in the morning.
Some people regret it all year.
It's fabulous!
# Life is short, we're growing older
# Let's not be an also-ran
# You better dance with the lady
# Dance, little man
# Dance whenever you can. #
Come on!
Maestro!
It's upside down.
Yes!
Lift!
No, it's too high. What?!
It's too high. I can't...
I'm so sorry... Again, lift!
No. What is the problem?
Get out.
This is correct.
To the game!
APPLAUSE
You are with the ballet?
Don't shoot, I'm the piano player.
If this is humour, I must ask you to resist.
And no jazz, please.
Monsieur Baurel is unkindly disposed towards it.
Lise, you are acquainted with this personage?
Hey, you.
So handsome, Adam, look at you!
Yes, well,...
I didn't think I'd see you till later.
I was hoping we could, you know...
I don't know.
What?
Go for a walk, I don't know. I'm blathering.
I'm writing so many new themes for you, I hope you can keep up.
I don't mean you aren't capable, you are.
Is there something wrong?
No, no. It's just...
Lise, I really...
I love...
..the way you dance.
Lise, no appearance from you until after the dancers have finished.
Yes, madame.
Are they trotting you out like some prize pig?
Oh, my God...
That.. That's an American...
Not a pig as in, like, as it is here.
Sorry? You see, in America a prize pig is...
Oh, my God!
I have to go.
Go! Good riddance.
I mean good luck! Good luck!
Would you go already, why don't you, would you?
Hey, you bum, what the hell are you doing here?
You two are acquainted?
No, he's mistaken, we've never met.
Sure! And I'm George Gershwin!
Well, please remove yourself to the piano, Mr Gershwin.
Let me take your coat.
I live here. That is my mother!
Oh! Condolences.
Why are you here?
I told you, I got a commission.
You didn't say whom with.
No, I would never say "whom with", it's lousy grammar.
Will you stop smiling?!
They mustn't suspect anything about my musical pursuits.
Ah! You've found my friends to perform!
What friends? No friends. Hello!
Are you singing?
Singing? I should certainly hope not!
Oh, you've heard him?
Henri, this is our guest of honour,
Mademoiselle Davenport. Enchante.
And her consort, Monsieur Mulligan.
We know each other.
Ah.
Are you not well?
People are always confusing me with someone,
it makes my neck ache terribly.
Confusing you with...?
You aren't the one who's confused. Please follow me, I'll show you
to the coat room and bar.
Oh! You keep the liquor in the closet?
Who the hell are these phonies?
They are my parents, thank you very much.
And they must not know my secret.
Which one?
My nightclub act.
Nightclub?
Father! This is... I'm sorry, your names?
Oh, I'm Frick, he's Frack.
You excuse me while I show the Frick Fracks to the bar.
Hey, that's my design.
That was my surprise.
And why I didn't tell you the party was for the ballet.
You've been hired.
I have? Yes!
These people are on the ballet board, and they're welcoming me.
I want you to be celebrated as well.
Yeah? Thank you.
Jeez!
I appreciate it. You're welcome.
And what about the dancers?
They're performing a little excerpt of something. What about them?
I don't know.
I've just got to get a drink, excuse me.
Oh, could I have one too?
The dancers are here?
Yeah. What's wrong?
I didn't realise this thing was for the ballet.
I've got to get out of here.
Oh! Sorry!
Your attention, please!
A tender hand of appreciation upon our guest of honour,
Mademoiselle Milo Davenport.
Who has brightened our future so, at the Ballet Chatelet
in her role as international...
..dilettante.
Oh!
Well, I'm speechless.
I'm truly honoured to have even the smallest hand
in a work by the inimitable Zutislovski.
Where's Jerry?
Oh! Well, my talented friend, Jerry Mulligan
has created these daring new designs for the ballet,
we're simply honoured to have any part in your story and institution.
It is all beyond my most feverish dreams, I thank you.
Thank you.
Please, take your seats.
I don't feel well. You don't want to get it.
Maestro Zutislovski has kindly agreed
to allow a performance of a work
no longer in the repertoire.
One I loved in my youth.
How many of you recall the celestial ballets
of Ivor and Irina Popova?
No-one?!
Why are you so fidgety? Am I?
Shhh! Yes, you're all over the...
I give you now, the eclipse of Uranus.
What the hell are you doing?
I can't just... Would you stop!
Are you kidding me right now?!
Thanks a lot!
Is that all the dancers?
Er, yeah.
Thank God!
HE CHUCKLES
Please! Sorry.
Shhhh!
I'm so sorry.
What's the matter with you?
# I've got fidgety feet, fidgety feet, fidgety feet... #
Respect, sir!
# Oh, what fidgety feet, fidgety feet, fidgety feet
# Say, mate, come and be my sway-mate
# How can anyone resist that rhythmical beat?
# You will never go wrong, never go wrong, never go wrong
# If you toddle along, toddle along, toddle along
# All I need's a partner to make my life complete
# Two more fidgety, fidgety... #
What the hell are you on?
# I've got fidgety feet, fidgety feet, fidgety feet
# Oh, what fidgety feet, fidgety feet, fidgety feet
# Say, mate, come and be my sway-mate
# How can anyone resist that rhythmical beat
# You will never go wrong, never go wrong, never go wrong
# If you toddle along, toddle along, toddle along
# All I need's a partner to make my life complete
# Two more fidgety, fidgety
# Fidgety, fidgety
# Feet! #
Didier?
You despise this sort of music?
No, dear!
We agreed to say we disliked jazz
while under occupation.
But you seem to believe every word you speak.
Oh, I...
But I...
No, it...
Oh!
We have covered over so much, I...
..I can't even find me.
Hello, everyone.
I am most especially honoured to be able to present to you now
the newest star in our firmament,
the unforgettable Lise Dassin!
Monsieur Baurel and I cannot contain our joy one minute longer!
We seize this moment to share with you our blessed news.
Our dear son Henri and Lise are promised to be wed!
Oh, my, goodness!
PIANO THUMPS TUNELESSLY
That's wonderful news!
THUMPING, SORROWFUL PIANO MUSIC
I wonder if you might play something a little more...festive?
My themes are decay, and the inevitability of death.
Now that jazz is no longer banned,
I would not have the faintest idea where to go to listen.
Well, then, you must allow me and Jerry to take you both to hear some.
Oh, darling!
If I wanted to hear some good American jazz here in Paris,
would you know where to send me?
Hell, yeah! I know a guy playing tomorrow night, in fact.
He puts on a really good act.
Oh! Good, then.
Thank you.
Is something the matter?
No.
If you'll excuse me a moment...
Hey!
Penny for your thoughts?
You'd be overpaying.
Not everything's for sale in this world. Excuse me.
Those are such lovely shoes.
Oh, you like?
Are you one of those rare gents who likes to shop?
Jerry won't ever go with me.
I would be delighted.
You would?
Well, you seem like you might be a lot more fun
than the Americans I slum around with.
You and I are cut from the same expensive bit of cloth.
Sometimes it's hard to know if people like you for you,
or what you can do for them.
It helps if they have stood in your shoes.
Hmm. These might pinch!
Look me in the eye and tell me you love him.
Would you know the first thing about love, Jerry?
Every day I've waited for you by the Seine! Sorry for whatever I've done!
I don't want you to apologise for who you are.
You are one of a kind, and I will always...
..care for you.
Care for?
Is that what Victor Hugo and Zola, and Flaubert wrote about?
My love, if you knew anything about them,
you'd know they only wrote tragedies.
You gave me a lovely gift,
those afternoons where I had no history, and no past.
But apparently you do.
And so do you. I don't love her.
She seems to think you do. And perhaps you should!
No! It's all for show, I couldn't... I don't want to know!
You deserve so much more than afternoons.
You deserve someone to love you for all time.
He loves me very much.
Yeah, the way I loved my first puppy.
I have obligations.
What obligations?
I must honour them. Tell me what they are!
Not here, not now.
Meet me, then.
No, cheri.
I need to understand.
I am not a visitor in my own life.
I don't have this luxury.
Love is not a luxury.
Go inside, and be kind to that woman,
who is clearly going out of her way
to give you what she thinks you want.
I don't care about any of that!
I don't want money or fame.
I want you!
That's foolish.
You will go far with her.
You are all I've ever wanted.
And ever will.
I love you.
Go inside, they are watching. And you love me!
We have pretended too many things. Yes!
Yes, of course I love you, but I am not free to love.
You're killing me here, why?
Let go!
We are both killed them. Why aren't you free?
Because life is not like your American movies.
Why not?
You love me. You said you loved me! You said it!
Well, it's been quite a night.
Are you pleased?
Are you?
Yes.
Is there anything you wish to tell me?
Do you worry what people will say?
About?
The two of us.
What about us?
Our differences.
Do you, is the question.
You're quite the success.
Thank you. Heady stuff.
I'll say.
Anything you'd like to discuss with me?
Nope.
You?
Are you worried what people think?
Me?
# Who cares what the public chatters?
# Love's the only thing that matters
# Who cares Who cares
# If the sky cares to fall
# If the sky falls
# In the sea?
# Who cares what headlines are shrieking?
# As long as we two are cheek to cheeking
# Why should I care? Why should I care?
# Life is one long jubilee
# As long as I care for you
# And you care for me... #
You want a drink?
Can you see any chance for us, Jerry?
My dear, I never want you to feel obliged,
simply because my family made sacrifices.
I know this wasn't part of the deal.
But...
Am I enough for you?
What about you?
My suave good looks and untamed talent
going to be enough for you in the end?
Ha-ha!
Am I enough for you?
No-one on Earth could love you as much as I.
I know that, Lise, if I know nothing else in life.
# For you, for me
# For evermore
# It's bound to be
# For evermore
# It's plain to see
# We've found, by finding each other
# The love we waited for... #
Darling?
# I'm yours
# I'm yours, you're mine
# And in our hearts
# The happy ending starts
# What a lovely world
# This world will be
# With a world of love in store
# For you, for me
# For evermore. #
What's the matter?
I'm happy.
Go to bed, my sweet.
Who are we fooling?
You deserve someone who worships you.
I do.
Don't you worry.
I'll pull my funding from the ballet if you walk out.
True! You like to use your dough to keep everyone in line.
Ow! Is that who you really want to be?
I don't believe that's who I really am, oddly enough.
Well, sorry!
I think I'm going to make an early night of it.
Life without money is not romantic, as in opera,
it's stressful, I hear.
I'll manage.
I didn't plan on...
I didn't plan on falling in love with you.
You did a lot to help me.
And I wish there was some way I could thank you.
Yeah, we'll think of something.
You're a peach, Miss Davenport.
# They're writing songs of love
# But not for me
# A lucky star's above
# But not for me Shall we dance
# With love to lead the way To romance
# I found more skies of grey
# Than any Russian play You better dance, little lady
# Could guarantee Dance, little man
# Dance whenever you can
# I was a fool to fall
# And get that way Who cares
# Hi-ho, alas!
# And also, lack-a-day The long nights
# Although I can't dismiss
# The memory of her kiss
# You'd better dance with the lady
# Dance whenever you can
# It all began so well
# But what an end
# This is the time a fellow needs a friend
# When every happy plot
# Ends in a marriage knot
# But there's no knot
# For me
APPLAUSE
# Come on, you children
# Gather around
# Gather around, you children
# And we will lose that spirit
# That spirit called the Voodoo
# Voodoo
# Voodoo!
# Bam bam bam-bam-bam
# Bam bam bam-bam
# Bam-bam bam bam-bam
# Bam bam... #
When we play Radio City Music Hall,
we are going to have separate dressing rooms.
Two dressers each, many beautiful costumes,
and I will have 20 beautiful women to back me up.
Why?
Can't you defend yourself?
Stop making jokes.
Why do you want to take that beautiful girl to America,
just when she's about to be a star here in Paris?
I don't believe I've ever heard you take an interest in another
human being's happiness. Why start now?!
I watch her every day in rehearsals, she's the real thing.
What the hell are you doing?
She has a mind of her own. She's not a slave.
Yeah?
From what I see, she bows and scrapes around you and your family.
Why is she so beholden to you?
What are you talking about?
Yeah. I... I've got a ballet to finish.
I don't know how, so why I'm wasting my time here with you,
I really don't know.
All right!
Lise's father was in the employ of my family,
Our butler, when we would summer in Monte Carlo.
Her mother was with the ballet.
Go on.
When she retired, they decided to return to Alsace.
When the Maginot Line was crossed, Lise was sent here,
her parents intending to follow.
Certainly, no-one believed the Nazis would dare to take Paris.
No?
I bet a lot of that vichyssoise crowd at your parents' party
knew perfectly well what was coming, and didn't mind so much.
Yes, yes. You and your friend Jerry snickered
at the formality of my family.
Perhaps you imagined that their morality consists
of nothing but posing?
Through the Occupation, my family hid Lise in our home.
They funnelled a fortune into the Resistance,
where I also worked, day and night,
to see that Lise was not the only one spared.
You?
My mother is obsessed with appearances,
because she knows what can happen when you are discovered
doing what is right, by the wrong people.
Or even by the right people, if it is not the right time.
No-one can know any of this, please.
Lise's parents?
They were arrested. Beyond that, we have no idea.
I... I've got an idea.
You and your parents took a lot of risks,
made a lot of sacrifices. Correct.
All to protect a perfectly innocent person. Yes.
But now she has to sacrifice her happiness for you?
No! Lise loves me, and I love her.
Not the way people mean when they say that word!
She deserves real passion, Henri. Real happiness!
I don't know what you are implying.
You've got charm and talent, my friend.
And what you did during the war, that decency, and bravery,
well, you're going to have to stick to that role in peace time
unless you want to lose all that shine you've earned.
I'm giving it to you straight, OK?
You... You take it or leave it.
Places, please.
# Send him to the Devil!
# Clap your hands! Slap your thigh!
# Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
# Everybody come along and join the jubilee! #
CLAPPING
I prayed you'd be here.
Milo and I are through.
Please don't start this again.
Please, if you love Henri the way you love me...
And now...
I need to understand.
..Henri Baurel!
It's starting.
Go.
# I'll build a stairway to paradise
# With a new step every day
# I'm going to get there at any price
# Stand aside, I'm on my way
# I've got the blues
# And up above it's so fair
# Shoes
# Go on and carry me there
# I'll build a stairway to paradise
# With a new step every day
Oh!
Eyes on the prize, buddy.
Think Radio City.
# Ah-ah-ah
# All you preachers
# Who delight in panning
# The dancing teachers
# Let me tell you there are
# A lot of features
# Of the dance that carry you through
# The gates of heaven
# It's madness
# To be always sitting around In sadness
# When you could be learning The steps of gladness
# You'll be happy when you can do Just six or seven
# Begin today, you'll find it nice Ah-ah-ah
# The quickest way to Paradise
# When you practise, here's the thing to do
# Simply say as you go... #
What are you doing in my song?
I wrote it!
# On Monday, happy as a lark, you'll be getting started
# When you learn to toe the mark
# That's toe the mark
# Toe the mark
# On Tuesday, then, you ought to show both your little regals
# How to do the heel and toe
# That's the heel and toe
# Heel and toe
# On Wednesday, walk around the block and at every corner,
# Stop and do the eagle rock
# That's the eagle rock
# Eagle rock
# On Thursday, whistle as you go on a journey off to Buffalo
# On Friday, take a little stroll and do the Oceana roll
# Saturday, then, you let her go when you do the todalo
# On Sunday, I will guarantee that you can do the shivaree
# Shivaree, shivaree
# All together now
# Toe the mark, heel and toe
# Eagle rock, off to Buffalo
# Oceana roll, todalo
# Shivaree, there you go!
# I'll build a stairway to Paradise
# With a new step every day
# I'm going to get there at any price
# Stand aside, I'm on my way
# I've got the blues and up above it's so fair
# Shoes, go on and carry me there
# I'll build a stairway to paradise
# With a new step every day
# With a new step every
# Day! I'll build a stairway to paradise
# With a new step every day! #
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING
# I'll build a stairway to paradise
# With a new step every day
# I'm going to get there at any price
# Stand aside, I'm on my way
# I've got the blues
# And up above it's so fair
# Shoes...
QUIETLY: # Go on and carry me there
# I'll build a stairway to Paradise
# With a new step every day! #
APPLAUSE
Henri...
..you are making a fool of yourself.
Are you so contemptuous of our dignity
and privacy as a family?
Mother, Father, I have kept from you the truth of my desires.
Not in front of all these strangers.
Is this why you suggested I bring the Baurels here tonight?
No, hold on. I didn't know.
Did you suggest this?
Yes, but I didn't know she was asking for Henri's family.
Let me take us somewhere else.
No.
I wish to go home now.
LISE: I'll escort you to your car.
Mother, Father, I'll be home.
Who could've thought my own son was capable of such things?
That was absolutely remarkable, you know?
Oh.
It would be a terrible waste for you to spend your time
in the fabric industry when you have such talent.
Oh, well, yes.
Yes, of course, if only we'd known, but...
Now we do.
Yes, but I just want everything to stop changing so often
and so swiftly. Of course.
You understand?
Of course, Mother.
I always understand.
You do.
Yes.
Wonderful.
So...
..marvellous.
Truly.
And off we go, dear, very quickly now, please.
JERRY: You see, it all worked out. So you did arrange this?
No, Lise, let me explain.
Jerry, just leave her alone. Get out of my way.
I'm sorry, OK?
But Lise and I are in love.
You seem to forget that we are engaged.
She doesn't need to be bought and sold and treated like a little doll,
by a mama's boy who couldn't even bother to defend his own country!
You know so much about other people.
You are so wrong, my friend.
Lise is the one I devote my life to.
Artists are supposed to see more, understand more.
HENRI CHUCKLES
What do you even know about this woman you say you love?
Henri's no coward, kiddo.
He fought in the resistance
and his family hid Lise during the war.
She's a Jew.
Her parents were arrested by the Nazis,
Henri and his parents saved her life. Adam.
Oh, yeah, don't tell anyone.
Why didn't I see it?
Of course she didn't want to talk about it.
All those years in hiding.
I hated fighting.
And why I had to catch my buddy's brains on my lap I'll never know,
but if I don't fight now for the one person,
the first and only person, I've ever loved.
Sorry, Henri, coward or no, you're still a...
to let Lise marry you out of duty instead of love.
It's not good enough, buddy boy.
Come, darling.
I have a long day tomorrow and the score still isn't finished.
Yes.
Lise...
..I'm begging you.
Don't.
Thanks.
MILO: Well, I always wanted to know who closed the bars
and now I know.
It's me.
So much we've had to endure.
Everyone, just...
Ah, just being alive...
..it ain't what they tell you when you're a kid.
So much you can't ever change.
Wait.
You can.
You... Oh, that's what I've been missing! What?
God, that bloody frog was right all along. About what?
About my music. About art.
Life is already so dark.
If you've got the talent to make it brighter,
give people joy and hope, why would you withhold that?
Oh, my God, it's...
It's got to be a celebration.
This whole ballet, it...
Goddammit, I hate it when French people are right!
Thank you.
Could you put these in some water?
I was going to leave these outside her door but...
I'll deliver them.
Thanks.
Oh! Oh, excuse me. I, er...
I've got to go stand in a hole in the ground. What?
Er, with the... Oh.
Special delivery.
Thank you. I offered to bring them.
You know,
Jerry was never serious about me.
And he taught me something I didn't know. He, er...
He gave me the truth,
which is not something people in my position hear all too often.
Money can't buy love.
Love is given.
Well, as only the French would say at such a happy moment,
merde!
Oh, it's going to be a fiasco.
Oh, it's good to be nervous.
It's not nerves.
I don't feel any freedom on stage, no passion.
I have only felt that once in my life and I can't find it now.
Well, think of when you felt it.
ORCHESTRA TUNES UP
And then you'll dance like the star you truly are.
OK, you ready?
Have a wonderful show.
MUSIC: An American In Paris
APPLAUSE
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
Oh, bravo! Congratulations.
Thank you so much.
You were incredible. Thank you, Jerry.
But you were, you were on fire.
I'm so sorry. No.
I couldn't have danced the way I did tonight...
..without imagining you up there with me.
Really?
GLASS RINGS
A toast to our generous benefactress, Milo Davenport.
Thank you.
Most people do what they're told.
But some obey higher laws and choose to do what's right.
To Madame, Monsieur and Henri Baurel
for keeping the flame of art and freedom alive
through France's darkest hours.
Bravo. Bravo. THEY APPLAUD
Oh, I never want this night to end.
You seem a little... No.
Are you sure?
Having a change of heart?
Maybe finding one. Ah.
I really do love her, you know? I know.
I just don't know what to do.
I think you do.
Call me in the morning.
Darling, let's take a drive.
Is everything all right? Yes.
Yes.
One moment, then, I'll change.
Adam.
You know you made all this happen.
Well... You did.
You are my American in Paris.
Well, I... I thank you.
Er, Lise...
You're making a mistake.
Love, true love, it's all that matters.
You know, duty, honour - forget it. But...
But, love?
Well, love is even more important than art.
Hmm.
Henri's waiting.
Go, go.
Goodnight, Adam. Goodnight. Congratulations.
You are the toast of Paris, you know? Absolument.
What? You're the toast of Paris.
I am? Says so in all the papers. Every last one.
So that's how it happened, I guess.
And you know what?
I even got the girl.
Yeah, fooled you, didn't I?
It's true.
I just...
I put her in the music, you know, where she belongs.
For me, at least.
# Our romance won't end on a sorrowful note
# Though by tomorrow you're gone
# The song is ended but as the songwriter wrote
# The melody lingers on
# They may take you from me
# I'll miss your fond caress
# But though they take you from me I'll still possess
# The way you wear your hat
# The way you sip your tea
# The memory of all that
# No, no, they can't take that away from me
# The way your smile just beams
# The way you sing off key
# The way you haunt my dreams
# No, no, they can't take that away from me
# We may never, never meet again
# On the bumpy road to love
# Still, I'll always, always keep the memory of
# The way she holds her knife
# The way she danced till three
# The way she changed my life
# No, no, they can't take that away from me
# No, they can't take that away
# They can't take that away
# They can't take that away from... #
HE SIGHS
Jerry!
Lise!
Yes!
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
# Who could ask for anything more
# More, more, more? #
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE