Original subtitles

("You Know It's About You" by Magical Thinker playing)

J‘J‘

J‘J‘

(bell tolling)

(birds chirping)

Bye-bye, orphanage. (giggleS)

Slowly.

Almost there.

-GUARD: Stop! -(gaSIOS)

(groans)

Shh...

(sighs) Huh.

(footsteps approaching)

Where is Felicie?

Uh, sir, I don't know.

"I don't know"?

-Uh.... -You're her best friend, aren't you?

-(gaSpS) -Hmm.

Go get Felicie!

You know, I'm having a little bit of trouble

knowing which direction youTe”.

_( h -Now! s udders, gasps)

(whistling tune)

-(reverberating clang) -Ah! Ow! Oh!

(whistling tune)

FELICIE: Victor?

Can you help me?

Huh.

Stop. Stop doing your grumpy face.

I'm not. I'm just a little bit hurt that you were, uh...

I don't know, escaping without me!

-Escaping? Me? -Yes.

No. l was just... looking at the...

spectacular view.

Uh, because, you know, you wouldn't last

more than five minutes out there without me.

-Huh. -That's why we're gonna do this together.

-Ha! -Ah!

Don't start. You know how this ends.

We arrived at the same time,

and we'll escape at the same time.

I promise.

Okay.

-(Victor grunts) -(|aughs) Hey.

Victor. Hi-yah!

-Time to clean. -Oh. (groans)

Oh, no. Here we go.

-J‘ J‘ -(whoops)

(whoops)

(laughs)

-J‘ J‘ -Ha-ha!

(both grunting)

-(Felicie chuckles) -Whoa!

J‘J‘

(whoops)

(laughing)

(whooping)

Ha-ha!

(growls)

Wah-hoo!

-Felicie, behind you! -(yells)

| just had my head waxed!

-(grow|s, groans) -Ooh.

-(rooster crowing) -This is the last time.

-We're sorry. -We're sorry. -Tut-tut, tut-tut!

-Monsieur Luteau, let them go. -(exasperated grunt)

-You, go to your room. -Thank you, thank you,

-Mother Superior. -Enough. Go to your room.

And may I just say that you are looking

-very superior today. -Enough.

-Enough! -Okay.

Felicie, I know you have this dream of being a dancer,

-we all know it. -But I...

Tut-tut, tut-tut. All the world has a dream,

but get this into your head: dreams are not reality.

Look at Monsieur Luteau-- he wanted to be a beautician,

poor thing, but life is brutal.

-But. .. -Tut-tut, tut-tut. Agreed?

-J‘ J‘ -(exhales softly)

Agreed.

VICTOR: A dance school in Paris,

the ballet de Par-ee!

Full of dancers and... dance.

Where did you find this?

l have my sources.

-Okay, enough. -Can I see it again?

-No. -Please...?

No. But, if you escape with me tonight,

you have my word I will take you to this dance school

and you will become

the greatest dancer, and I will become

the greatest inventor, ever!

Do you have a plan?

A brilliant plan!

A plan so ","A we don't need a plan B.

Let me see.

-After we escape. No. -Now. Now!

-I said after. After. -Now!

Now!

-After! -(clangs)

-Ow! -I hate bells so much!

(quietly): A dance school in Paris.

VICTOR: Oh, me? I'm fine. Thanks for asking.

(soft snoring)

-(deep whoosh) -(music box melody playing)

WOMAN (echoing): Felicie...

(rapid ticking)

(ticking accelerates)

(gasps)

(panfing)

(coughing in distance)

(music box playing gentle melody)

(sighs softly)

(squeaky footsteps approaching)

HIGH-PITCHED VOICE: Ooh, Miss Felicie,

rise and follow me.

-Aah! -FEL|C|E: Victor? -(chicken clucking)

(whispers): Shh. It's me. Come on.

Oh, my.

-Is the chicken part of your brilliant plan? -The best part.

-(chicken clucking) -Great.

(loud snoring)

(shoes squeaking)

Were squeaky shoes a part of your plan, too?

(chicken clucking)

(snoring stops)

(growls)

(high-pitched): I am taking this pitiful deserter

J‘ To Mother Superior. J‘

Okay, Sister.

Ah.

Hmm...

-(|oud clucking) -(gaSping)

-Hey! Thief! -V|CTOR: Emergency! Emergency!

-Plan B! -This way.

-I gotcha! -Activate plan B!

-What's plan B? -Well, first we're gonna need more chickens.

No! Veto.

Oh, you always say no to my best ideas.

-(clangs) -Aah!

-Are you all right? -Who put this bell here?

LUTEAU: Get back down here!

LUTEAU: Open this door!

-(pounding) -(Felicie gasps)

VICTOR: You know, I know I say this every time,

but I'm feeling really good about this escape plan.

-Open this door! -V|CTOR: I finally

figured out where the other ones went wrong:

they didn't work. (shudders)

Now it's time for plan 462!

(clucking)

Ta-da!

I call them...

chicken wings!

-(wind whistling softly) -(clucking)

Chickens... don't... fly!

But-but they have wings-- they must fly.

-(clucks) -You fly... don't you?

-(hesitant cluck) -F|y!

(panicked clucking)

-(distant screech) -Uh-oh.

-|'m going to stop this! -(both gasp)

No one interrupts my nightly face care routine

and gets away with it!

-I do. -What?!

-Stop! -Whoa!

-I can't run that fast! -Aah!

-l have delicate ankles! -(Felicie screaming)

-Whoa! -(Felicie shrieks)

VICTOR: Whoa!

Ooh!

-(gasps) Aah! -(Victor laughing)

One day, everyone will travel like this!

FELICIE: I hope they have barf bags. (laughs)

Aah... ooh!

We're gonna make the train to Paris!

(both screaming)

VICTOR (groaning): Oh, we're gonna miss the train to Paris.

My mother's music box!

Got it!

(gasping): Not so fast.

Victor! He's behind you!

Come here, chicken boy!

It's back to the henhouse for you!

-(Victor grunts) -(ye||s, gasps)

(clatters, music plays faintly)

(yells)

(grunting)

FELICIE: Almost.

Gotcha!

(yells)

Oh, no!

Whoa...!

(yells)

Hmm?

(muffled grunting)

(both grunting)

(horn honks)

-VICTOR: What's this do? -(yells)

(gaSpS) Hang on!

Whoa!

(muffled groan)

-(grunts) -Thanks. -After all I've done for you!

-Victor, watch out! -I taught you how to sweep chimneys,

how to scrub toilets, I even let you cut my toenails!

-And this is how you pay me back? -|t's nothing personal.

We just want to get as far away from you as possible!

(Victor gasping)

I see you!

LUTEAU: Ha-ha!

Now I gotcha!

(distorted): Come back here...!

(Victor whooping)

(tires skidding)

This way! Let's go!

-V|CTOR: Whoa! Fireflies? -Stay focused!

-(train whistle blowing) -Yep, got it.

FELICIE: I see the train!

(train whistle blowing)

LUTEAU: Come back!

Come back! I-I'm a little mad.

-|'m not really upset. -Oh, no!

-Wait! ljust... I just wanna talk. -Come on!

(yelling)

-(grunting) -FEL|CIE: Let him go!

Whoa...!

Oh! Ooh! Ow!

Oh!Ah.

(yells) Pain.

The pain.

Such pain. You'll be back!

(fading): You'll be back! They all come back...

(exhausted sigh)

-That went well. No? -(|aughs)

You are unbelievable. (chuckles)

-I know. -Victor, we actually did it!

Yes!

We actually did!

-(c|attering) -No.

I can fix this.

-(train chugging) -But...

I should say that seeing as this is the one thing that

was in your crib when you were left outside the orphanage,

you should take a teeny-tiny, eensy-weensy. ..

little bit more care of it.

-(melody playing) -Fixed.

Don't thank me.

And tomorrow, chérie, Paris...

(Felicie sighs softly)

(whispers): ...will be ours.

J‘J‘

(train whistle blowing)

(both gasp)

Good morning, sunshine.

-Ew. When's the last time you brushed your teeth? -Hmm.

Like, with a comb?

(both gasp)

-Shh, quiet. -(ye|pS)

Sacré.

VICTOR: I will be the quietest person

-you've ever seen in your entire... -Shh! Shh!

(Victor grunting)

Whoa!

MAN: Be careful with it!

MAN 2: Who cares? These apples are filthy.

-(man whistles, cracks whip) -(horse neighs)

-Whoa! -Whoa!

-VICTOR: Whoa! -Whoa! Aah!

-Whew! -I can't see where we are.

Relax. We're in Paris.

Whoa!

Quiet. We're going to get caught.

Not another noise out of you.

-(passes gas) -That-that wasn't me.

(sniffs) Ugh!

(muffled grunt)

-J‘ J‘ -(|ively chatter)

-(Felicie gas s -Wow! p )

-(bicycle bell dings) -|t's incredible!

FELICIE: Paris is amazing.

VICTOR: The Windy City!

FELICIE (laughs): No, Victor. It's the City of Lights!

VICTOR (chuckles): Right, right, lknew that.

FELICIE: So, where 's the dance school?

Relax, Felicie.

Enjoy Paris! Breathe it in!

(high-pitched): Hi there!

-Love your mustache, mister. -(mumbles in French)

Ah, yes, Paris!

City of romance. City of dreams.

City of fame, fortune.

City of...

Iampposts.

-(cooing) -City of... pigeons.

And... did I say romance?

Yes, you did. Now, where's the dance school?

Uh...

I... don't know.

-Dance Street? -Don't worry, we're a team.

We'll find it together.

Ugh!

-(coos teasingly) -VICTOR: Aah!

Do you think it was stupid to come to Paris?

Don't say that, Felicie.

We should never give up on our dreams.

(pigeon cooing)

(clucking)

We're kids.

-(Victor shrieking) -We're all alone.

Was I really crazy to think I could be a dancer?

-What do you think? -Why can't you be more like chickens?!

-We get along...! -Victor?

Isaid...

-Victor? -(ship horn blowing)

I'm okay!

-Come back! -I can't swim!

Meet me on this bridge at this time tomorrow!

No matter how dangerous it is,

I will return!

-Cock-a-doodle-doo! -Victor!

Come back!

Don't leave!

Please.

J‘J‘

(shivers)

(shivers)

(sniffles)

Huh?

(gasps softly)

The ballet school.

(exhales)

(panfing)

J‘J‘

(laughs softly)

(gasps)

J‘J‘

(grumbles, smacks lips)

(gasps softly)

("Swan Theme" by Tchaikovsky playing)

J‘J‘

J‘J‘

(music builds dramatically)

(gasps, grunts)

What have you come here to do, huh?

You came here to steal, didn't ya?

-Answer me! You're a thief! -(grunting)

I wasn't stealing!

-I was looking at the dancer. -Liar!

-Empty your pockets! -Get...

-Get off me! -Oh, yeah?

WOMAN: Leave her alone.

-She came here to steal! -I didn't.

I-I rea... I really didn't.

Think this through.

If you hurt her, then you will have to explain

how she got here in the first place.

And aren't you supposed to be taking care of the building?

-Do you really want to take the fall for this? -(panting)

(sighs, grunts with frustration)

She's all yours. Next time, thief.

Clear off.

Wait.

Go. Get out of here.

(low, indistinct conversation)

MAN: I understand.

(conversation continues softly)

(door opens)

(dog barks in distance)

Hmm. (inhales)

(indistinct conversation in distance)

(panfing)

-I have nothing to steal. -(choking)

I-I can't s... I can't speak.

I just wanted to say thank you for saving me.

You've said it. Have a nice life.

(coughing, choking)

Excuse me, but who was that dancer on stage?

Rosita Mauri, top dancer at the ballet.

Wow. And what she did, that crazy jumpy thing,

-what was that? -(sighs)

-Are you a dancer, too? -I am a cleaner.

And you are an irritation. Go away. Ugh!

But you're the first person

to show me any kindness in this city.

I've been separated from my best friend.

-(sighs) -I have nowhere to go.

And I'm an orphan.

Nice try.

But I hate kids.

Especially orphans.

Go find another fool.

(door creaks open)

J‘J‘

-(Felicie gasps) -(cat snarling nearby)

The stairs, Odette.

The stairs are a disgrace.

I have guests tomorrow afternoon,

and I want my home to be presentable,

top to bottom.

I understand, ma'am.

If you understand, why are you entering your room?

(grunts)

(exhales)

(gasps)

Let me help you.

Get out of here.

You need me.

I can clean. In fact,

"Squeaky Clean" is my middle name.

I'm young, my legs work, yours don't...

Sorry, that was rude-- I don't talk to a lot of people.

It's gonna feel so much easier with me helping.

I won't break anything. Just ask my friend, Victor.

Or actually, just take my word for it.

(frustrated sigh)

(sighs)

Are you coming?

(quietly): Huh?

Whoa. That's a lot of stairs.

-Are you the caretaker? -Yes.

And you can stay with me in the servants' cottage

on one condition: no... more... questions.

How long can I stay?

Ugh! That was a question.

By the way, who was that witch?

Regine Le Haut. She owns this mansion.

And she eats ginger orphans with ponytails.

Now, clean.

Ha!

(snorts)

Huh?

So you clean this house and the ballet?

You must be rich. I was dropped at the orphanage

as a baby with a music box and blanket.

My friend Victor was raised by wolves.

Do you think that's why he likes chicken so much?

Do you think I talk too much? Did you know I escaped

from the orphanage to be a student at the ballet?

-Did you? -You work there,

so you must know people.

-Could you help me? -Don't hold your breath.

What that ballerina did yesterday, it was so magical.

Ah, I love dancing.

-Do you love dancing? -(sighs)

Is that because you've got a limp?

(door opens)

-Get up. -Yes, ma'am.

-Who is this? -No one. Sh-She helps.

You feed her out of your wages?

Yes, ma'am.

I want you to air and press the linen. Now.

Hmm.

(whimpering)

It's not clean.

-Oops! -(gaSpS)

Oh, look what you did.

Hmm. (chuckles softly)

(sighs)

("Swan Theme" playing in distance)

(weary sigh)

-J‘ J‘ -(exhales)

("Swan Theme" continues)

J‘J‘

Oh...

Whoa...

(gasps)

J‘J‘

Hello.

(music stops)

Servants are supposed to knock.

Who are you?

(groans, chuckles)

I'm Felicie. I work with Odette.

-I clean. -(rhythmic scratching)

J‘ Da, da, da-dum. J‘

Okay, heh, I'm done. Bye, now.

Wait, little rat.

You were spying, weren't you?

I don't think so.

Yes, you were. You were admiring

the most wonderful dancer you've ever seen.

-|sn't that so, little rat? -(chuckles)

You're not the most wonderful dancer. Yesterday I saw...

Don't be insolent!

FELICIE: Hmm? Okay.

-Are you a ballet dancer? -I am Camille Le Haut.

Mother and I are waiting for the letter that admits me

to the ballet audition.

(grunting): I am so... talented.

Plus, the director dines in my mom's restaurant,

and he loves the prime rib.

(pants)

So, this time next year,

I shall be a famous ballerina.

Ballerina? Oh, me, too!

(giggles)

Reality check, little rat.

You're nothing.

I'm a star.

You are just orbiting around me.

-(music box clicks) -What's that?

Have you stolen something from me?

-No. -Show me.

-Uh... -What is it?

It's mine and it's precious.

-(melody playing) -(gasps softly) Oh...

It's the only thing I have from my mother.

I'm sure.

Fetch!

No...!

(exhales)

(angry grunt)

Oops.

(panfing)

-(sighs) -CAM|LLE: Look what you did!

-You should really be more careful... -Oh.

...with your toys.

(Camille giggles)

(giggling)

A letter for Mademoiselle Camille

from the ballet.

Are you Camille?

(grunts)

Oh, how rude!

Children today have no manners.

(sighs)

J‘J‘

Hmm?

Hmm.

(indistinct chatter)

(ballerinas laughing)

(woman laughs)

-Give me that! -(gaSIOS)

Hmm...

You are not Camille Le Haut.

-Of course I am. -No, you're not!

-(gaSpS) -This time I call the police!

Police? Police? Oh, why? No!

J‘ Where are you going? J‘

J‘ Who is this girl? J‘

J‘ Seriously... J‘ What's going on here?

Um, she says she's Camille Le Haut.

Hmm. Are you Camille?

Uh... yes.

Hmm. Ah-ha-ha!

She is Camille Le Haut! (chuckles)

Return to your post, my friend.

All right, but only 'cause I want to.

Welcome, Miss Le Haut.

Charmed.

-(kiss) -Charmed.

I am Auguste Emmanuel Vaucorbeil,

director of the opera.

You are here because your mother serves

the best prime rib in Paris.

Oh. I hope you dance, as well.

(scoffs) Of course.

("Rainbow" by Liz Huett Playing)

J‘J‘

Ha!

(girls laughing)

(bell ringing)

(yells, groans)

How's the view down there?

You're not a dancer, are you?

Yes, I am.

Who would have thought!

-Return to your class. -Okay.

AUGUSTE: Oh...

greatest ballet master of all time!

Oh, most talented choreographer in the universe and beyond.

He is handsome. He is arrogant.

He is strong. He is powerful.

He is "the man"!

You want something from me?

How did you know? Yes!

I have enrolled Camille Le Haut in your class.

(groans): Oh...

Thank you.

J‘J‘

Hi.

Hello.

(sighs) Okay.

Super

I'm Felicie.

Fel-a-cie?

Uh,no,no,no. No, no. S-Sorry.

I'm-I'm... f-fa...

f-friendly, ever so friendly,

and... my name is Camille.

Okay. I'm Nora, but everyone calls me...

Nora.

That's... the name that goes with my face.

(forced chuckling)

Hey, you should warm up.

(quietly): Warm up?

GIRL: Oh, my.

That is crazy.

I'm guessing you're new, my darling?

You can tell that because...?

(girls gasping)

-(Fe|icie gasps) -(drumroll playing)

Who is that?

You are joking, right?

It's Louis Mérante, ballet master,

world-famous choreographer,

the man who performed the most fouettés ever in a single solo.

-Fu-whats? -Turns. Really difficult turns.

187 in total.

And right after, he vomited!

Silence, mademoiselle.

-First position. -FEL|C|E: Uh...

Second.

-What? -Third.

-Uh... -Fourth. And rest in fifth.

Huh? Oh. Uh...

Today is an important day.

I've gathered all the dancers together

to audition for the part of Clara in The Nutcracker,

which will debut on Christmas Eve

and star Rosita Mauri.

Rosita? Rosita Mauri? (gaSpS)

-I don't believe this. -(Mérante clears throat)

So, every girl in this room has a chance to dance

in my new ballet...

except you, Camille.

You've all worked hard...

except you, Camille.

You are here because of talent

and guts...

Except me.

Exactly.

Starting tomorrow, we'll have an audition.

One of you will be eliminated each day.

So tomorrow, little rich girl,

no matter what strings you pulled to get here,

that will be... you.

But... my mother serves the best prime rib in Paris.

I am a vegetarian.

(gUiPS)

J‘J‘

FELICIE (quietly): First, second, second...

No. Second and third.

-(panting) -Third. Third?

-(wheezing) -Third, fourth...

-(Victor panting heavily) -Fifth, fifth...

Uh, first,

-second, third... -Hello!

-Third. -Bonjour.

-Fifth, sixth. -How are you?

Sixth? There is no... no, wait,

-there is no sixth. -Well, I'm happy to see you, too.

-Oh, Victor! -Hello.

I have so many things to tell you.

Me, too.

(clattering, music plays faintly)

Wow, this time it's really broken.

Can you do something?

Don't worry, I've got it.

-I am the winner of our little bet. -(chuckles)

-What bet? -You know.

The one about who gets their dream first.

I am going to be an inventor!

Really?

You're just jealous that in 24 hours,

I've got a job with the man who is building that.

-(tools clanging) -FEL|C|E: Did you...

-bump your head when you fell in the boat? -No.

Well, yes. But after you got separated,

/ spent the day admiring the beauty

of this wonderful city from every angle.

Stunning bird's-eye views and everything.

/ met some charming locals

who helped point me in the right direction.

/ met a gorgeous French model in a wonderful bar.

She's world-famous.

(chuckles): Well, she's huge in Paris, anyway.

/ threw myself into some live/y bar games,

and then / met this super guy named Mattie,

who was almost as cool as me.

We told jokes, we entertained the whole bar,

and everyone total/y loved us.

It was a real gas.

And we were on fire. Literal/y.

They begged us not to leave, but we decided to hit the road.

And you are never going to believe this,

but it turns out that my new best friend

works for a certain Gustave Eiffel.

And of course, / wasted no time

in showing off my amazing inventor ski/ls!

(electrical humming, loud clang)

l was electric!

J‘J‘

-(pigeons cooing) -I am going to be

the most famous engineer's right-hand man.

Oh, and I've gone back to square one

with my chicken wings.

I am now working on combining air velocity

with fibrous catchment systems.

I'm trying a kite.

Wow.

-I made progress, too. -Really?

I'm a dancer. Yes. Yes.

I-I'm a student at the ballet,

and soon I'm going to be a dancer at the ballet.

You? A dancer at the ballet?

(chuckles): Okay.

And may I know how you came to be

-at the ballet? -Uh...

by the door I saw some lights, and...

-Liar. -(sighs): Okay.

It's Camille Le Haut, the one who broke my music box.

-Liar. -Sh-She wanted to apologize.

-Liar. -Let me finish.

-Liar. -So she gave me the letter that

-allowed her into the ballet. -Liar, liar, liar.

When you're lying, your nose shivers.

-You're exhausting! -(chuckles)

-(exhales) I stole her identity. -What?!

You stole it? Are you insane?

-(wind whooshing) -I know, but Camille's so mean.

Whoa. It's working.

-Victor? -|t's working!

(metallic thump)

(groaning): It's not working.

Victor? Victor?

-I know I shouldn't have lied. -(gaSpS)

-Pee-yew! -Victor, come back!

-Don't leave! -See, this is why I keep saying

we need horseless carriages...!

Again?

("Be Somebody" by Chantal Kreviazuk playing)

-(whooping) -J‘ J‘

Yeah!

(Felicie laughs)

(panting, grunting)

J‘J‘

(whooping)

And to finish, the splits.

-(Felicie straining) -Hmm?

-(joints cracking) -(groaning, chuckling)

Now... rise.

(strained grunting)

The class is over.

And the person who's leaving us today is you.

You have the energy of a bullet,

but the lightness of a depressed elephant.

Pack your trunk.

(girl clears throat)

(strained grunting)

-(joints crack) -Rise, please, mademoiselle.

But I like it here.

Rise now!

(strained grunt) Ice pack!

Get her out of here.

Didn't you say one person per class?

Very well.

-Until the next audition. -(gir| yelps)

Then it really will be...

bye-bye.

Mérante hates me.

Oh, don't say that. That's just his way.

No. She's right-- he hates you.

If he could, he'd smash your kneecaps with his cane.

-(chuckles) -Oh, I have no chance.

-Excuse me. -There's always a chance.

Not always-- this might be

one of those times there's no chance at all.

But I really want to stay here.

-Then you have 12 hours to work really hard. -Yeah.

-Listen, push yourself... -Yeah. Uh-huh.

-...and then work some more. -Uh-huh. Yeah. -(gasps)

Oh, no, no, no.

(gasping)

("Russian Dance" by Tchaikovsky playing)

(boy huffs)

J‘J‘

(grunting)

Hi-yah! Hey!

(grunting)

Who is that?

Rudi, from the top boys' class.

When he stops spinning, you'll see how handsome he is.

-Hi-yah! -I love him. He's so blond...

and shiny.

(giggles): I love him.

J‘J‘

(rhythmic grunting)

-Oh, wow. -(purrs)

(chuckles)

(shuddering, whimpering)

Whew.

(in Russian accent): You... are new, yes?

-Yes. -(trembling sigh, chuckle)

-She's... -She's Camille.

She has two eyes

-and two left feet. -You have spirit, Camille,

but your dancing... sucks.

-Oh! -They're mine! -Who does he think he is?

RUDI: Until we meet again,

-minoushka. -NORA: Come on!

Only in your dreams.

-ODETTE: Felicie? -(gasr>8)

What are you doing here?

I can explain.

There is nothing to explain.

(broom dragging)

Wait. Wait.

(door opens)

-(door closes) -(sighs)

J‘J‘

(sighs)

I'm sorry.

Triple sorry.

If there was a bigger word for "sorry," I'd say it.

I let you into my life, and you lied to me.

I don't like liars.

I could lose myjob because of you.

I get it. I messed up.

-(chopping resumes) -But you don't understand.

(sighs) Since I can remember, I've wanted to dance,

and when I saw Rosita Mauri,

and she did those amazing moves,

I knew that's what I wanted to be.

I knew my dream could come true.

(sighs)

I know it's hard to understand.

You hate dancing.

But... I just want you to know

-|'m truly sorry. -(door opens)

J‘J‘

(gasping softly)

(gasps)

Any mail?

(Felicie sighs)

There is no mail.

As soon as there is,

fetch it.

Can you dance?

Yes.

At least I think I can.

Training starts at 5:00 am. tomorrow.

Are you a teacher?

Do you have another option?

5:00 am?

Can we push to after lunch?

(deep whooshing)

(distorted music box melody plays)

WOMAN (echoing): Felicie...

(rapid ticking)

-(be|| dings) -(gasps, shudders)

-(be|| dings) -Time to train.

Jump and ring the bell.

-Why? -Just do it.

You don't want me to dance?

No talking. Jump and ring the bell.

(grunts)

-Again. -You said we were going to train.

This is it. Again.

Hmm.

-(|aughs) -Felicie,

you lack precision and finesse.

You have little or no sense of rhythm.

-You're without balance, grace and charm. -Come on,

you can't tell all that from one jump.

Can you?

(birds chirping)

You can.

On the good side, you have the energy of a bullet.

But you also have the lightness of a depressed elephant.

Hey! Mérante used exactly the same phrase.

After ten years of cleaning, you pick stuff up.

Okay. Nowjump up, ring this bell,

land and do not splash the water.

That's impossible.

I thought it was your dream to dance.

(exhales) Okay.

(inhales deeply)

Ah!

(frustrated grunt)

(exhales)

Come on...

(grunts, bell tinkles)

(pigeons cooing)

(grunts)

("Unstoppable" by Camila Mora playing)

(pigeons cooing)

(grunts)

(groans in frustration)

(yells)

(groans loudly)

(teasing cooing)

Get lost.

(yelling): Get lost!

Go bother Victor!

J‘J‘

Hi-yah!

(jingles)

J‘J‘

(jingles)

You...

(sighs)

MERANTE: ...that was not merely bad,

that was tremendously, astoundingly,

ferociously, wonderfully pathetic.

-Ta ta! -(exhales)

Hmm. (chuckles softly)

J‘J‘

You... me...

up.

RUDI: How does it feel to be on top of the world?

FELICIE: It's incredible!

(Rudi laughs)

J‘J‘

(Felicie screams)

Last time we met, I was so very rude.

lzvini. Let me introduce myself.

I am Rudolph Dimitriev

Stanislav Artiem Rankovsky Tate Ill.

Big choice of names there.

RUDI: I deserve it.

Everyone finds it hard at first,

but you and I are unique,

and we do not follow silly rules, yes?

(giggles)

How is that pickup line working out for you?

It is no line.

I say it only to you, Camille.

Just to you.

Huh. (gasps)

J‘J‘

Up.

(screams)

(screaming)

Minoushka!

(grunts, screams)

Uh, are you all right, Camille?

Yep, I'm okay.

And there's this boy, Rudolph--

who, it turns out, is a real Russian prince

with a castle and peacocks and cheekbones,

and he took me to the roof of the ballet,

and he was looking at me like this...

Then like this...

And then, once,

like this...

Wait, um... a boy?

W-What type of boy?

Peacocks?

W-What type of cheekbones?

And Rudolph?

He's a friend.

He says I'm gonna be

everything I want to be.

I say that, too.

But he's deep, as well.

Deep? Yeah, yeah.

Well, I have these.

Ta-da!

Woo-hoo.

-Doors. -Yes.

The doors to the workshop of my new boss.

Engineer. Genius.

If you saw what was behind these doors,

I would have to kill y... Whoa!

Looks like you're gonna have to kill me, then.

Oh, I think I broke my everything.

Ooh-Ia-Ia.

(sighs)

FELICIE: What's that?

The Statue of Puberty.

Soon to go to...

(singsongy): America.

But it is a super secret, so you did not see it.

Okay?

O-kay.

So, behold my office.

Or as I like to call it, my Inventorium.

I even invented that word here.

Here, we see the plans for chicken wings,

version three. (chuckles)

(yelps, clears throat)

At the moment, my boss and I

are working on several,

uh, important... inventions.

He, uh,

he... he calls me

his ideas man. (clears throat)

Do you know how to use all this stuff?

Uh, not yet.

But I... I have a chair.

Whoa, whoa...

-You've done so well, Victor. -(clattering)

-Glad we see eye to eye on that. -(Iaughs)

-Oh, hey, Victor. -He's the cleaner.

(quietly): He's two Eiffels short of a tower.

(grunts)

So the pencils all need sharpening,

and the boss wants us to

-polish his boots for tomorrow. -I don't even know what...

So, your big boss calls you his ideas man, huh?

Well, uh...

he has the ideas,

and I think they're great.

-But it's a start. -(whirring)

FELICIE: Hey, Victor, you were right for once.

-Dreams can come true. -Of course I was right.

-(machine sputtering) -Oh...

-(whizzing) -Whoa. I'm always...

oh... whoa... right.

(chuckles) Oh...

First position. Second.

Third. Fourth. Fifth.

These five positions form the basis of everything.

First position. Second.

Third. Fourth. Fifth.

Now you jump.

First position. Second.

Third. Fourth. Fifth and pose.

-And smile. -(straining)

It's when you're tired

that you start to progress.

(breathless): You were a dancer, weren't you?

(chuckles nervously)

-No more questions! -(shrieks)

Again!

(grunting)

Oh. To reach, you might need to stand on your pointes.

-(Felicie grunts) -ODETTE: Feel the balance.

(shrieks, groans)

Oh...

Your toes must be as flexible as willow

-and hard as rock. -(toes cracking)

("Blood Sweat and Tears" by Dezi Paige playing)

-(clears throat) -(gaSpS)

First position!

Uh-uh-uh.

No hands allowed.

What?

-Whoa. Whoa... -Try this way.

Stop! Stop! Oh!

You were a dancer, weren't you?

Of course I was a dancer, Sherlock Holmes.

(screams)

To pirouette, you must become

the mistress of your dizziness.

Stare at a spot.

-(grunts) -And don't ever lose it.

J‘J‘

Okay. Now come to me and don't spill the water.

(shrieks)

Easy... (groans)

Ah... ah... ah!

J‘J‘

Cheers.

Cheers!

J‘J‘

MERANTE: Try to introduce

your left foot to your right foot.

See if they can get along one day.

There's a bright future for you...

as a candle seller.

(Rudi chuckles)

First position.

Second.

Third.

Founh.

And rest in fifth.

Thank you, mamsells.

(Felicie sighs)

That was... better.

Oh. Thanks!

I'm ready to do that crazy jumpy thing.

And I am the Empress Josephine.

-I am! -Of course you are,

but there's a difference between being ready

and being ready to do it well.

That's why we train every day.

That's all we've been doing.

And then you'll be ready

when you can answer the question:

"Why do you dance?"

I've answered it.

It's my dream!

(gasps softly)

Whoa... oh...

(groans) Ow.

Ow.

By the way, that crazy jumpy thing

is called le grand jeté.

And you're not ready.

Are you doing dance or kung fu?

(laughs)

You are so funny.

This is Victor.

-We escaped from the orphanage together. -Hello.

I am loving your apron.

Mwah!

Ugh.

It seems that you are going out tonight.

Yep!

Bring her back late, and you will be

six inches smaller.

Of course, of course, of course.

It's a quiet, sober...

quiet, sober thing.

(loud chatter, laughing)

Breton music?

-("Shannon Reel" playing) -Whoa!

(whoops)

VICTOR: Excuse me, sir!

J‘J‘

(whoops)

-I love it here! -(whoops)

Let's party!

(whoops)

(laughs)

I bet you Rudi would never bring you here!

-MAN: Yeah! -(Felicie whoops)

MAN 2: Wow, look at her go.

MEN: Whoa! Hey!

Wow!

J‘J‘

(patrons cheering)

(patrons exclaiming)

(gasps) That's my girlfriend!

MAN (laughs): Does she know that?

J‘J‘

MAN: Hey, did anyone check her ID at the door?

(cheenng)

Oh, wow!

J‘J‘

(whoops)

Oh... (grunts)

(gasps)

I hope that tomorrow,

you act with a little more dignity.

Uh...

Anyway, tonight was...

a good performance.

Thank you, sir.

J‘J‘

-(whoops) -(whoops)

(laughs)

I have no idea why you're happy, but it is great!

Wa-ha-ha!

(both whooping)

(both laughing)

(both panting)

Well, I'd better go in.

I've got my audition tomorrow.

Of course. Sleep well, and, uh, I... Yeah...

What?

I... I think you're, um,

I think you're great.

(giggles) Thanks.

-What are you doing? -(music stops)

Ga... duh, nothing. (chuckles nervously)

I'm stretching.

Yeah. Gotta... ooh... gotta get that one.

Okay.

Yeah, it's best I leave.

(whispering): Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Hey, Victor.

Uh-huh.

I had... the best time.

Thanks.

Good night, Felicie.

Oh, sorry.

(in French accent): Mademoiselle Camille Le Haut.

(giggles)

(chuckles)

(whistling a tune)

-(Felicie gasps) -REG|NE: Thief!

I want her put in prison.

She stole my life,

my honor

and my name.

I want it back!

(sobs)

(quietly): Too much.

Okay.

What is your name?

(sighs)

My name is Felicie Lebraz.

I come from an orphanage in Brittany.

I didn't mean to hurt Camille.

I just wanted to be at the ballet and...

I'm sorry.

Madam. (laughs)

You traitor!

You knew this.

You stabbed me in the back.

You are sacked!

Silence!

All right, like it or not, here is my deal.

Miss Le Haut,

you may enter the dance class starting tomorrow,

and you will also be in the auditions

for the part in The Nutcracker

But I want to be clear:

if you sack Madame Odette, I will sack Camille.

You...

you made a terrible first impression,

and you have lied and cheated

-to be here. -REG|NE: Mm-hmm. Expel her.

But... you have also shown great promise,

and you've worked hard and shown your dedication.

You must have a good teacher.

So you may also stay in the auditions.

-What? -If you get the part

-in The Nutcracker fair and square... -(exhales)

...you may become a ballerina, too.

If you fail to get the part,

then you must leave the ballet. Is that clear?

(softly): Yes.

Is that also clear to you, madam?

Clear.

Then, Felicie Lebraz, the orphan,

your future at the ballet

is in your hands.

J‘J‘

(sighs)

CAMILLE: Hmm!

What if she's good, Mother?

Get that part, do you hear me?

I want vengeance.

(gasping breath) I will have it.

(grunts)

J‘J‘

She even makes sweeping look graceful.

She was a good dancer, wasn't she?

Not just a good dancer,

the best of her generation.

Until an accident took that away.

You've given her strength again.

FELICIE: Oh!

What's this for?

For everything.

(Odette sighs)

We don't have time for this.

We're talking about your future now.

You have only one opponent: Camille.

This is the chance to fulfill your dancing dreams,

but in the way of those dreams is your biggest nightmare.

I've watched her dance.

She's been training for years.

Her technique is perfect, and she's stronger than she looks.

She is precise, she is sharp,

and "losing" is not a word in her vocabulary.

Up, down, up, down, up, down.

Again. Up...

-up... -|'m tired.

Tired is for losers.

Again. "I am going to get that part."

If you try to take her down on her turf,

you will fail.

Your diet suffers from eating very little food.

Your muscles are like marshmallows.

In short, on paper, you're going to get humiliated.

(groans, exhales)

Great pep talk.

So how do I get that part?

You get the part

because you have something she can only dream of:

passion.

J‘J‘

ODETTE: Build on this.

Feel your anger and your pain and your sorrow and your joy

and put it all into your dance.

Live the music. Feel it.

J‘J‘

Every note, every sound,

every harmony needs to have your body vibrating

from the end of your hair to the tips of your toes.

And then, and only then,

will you take her down.

J‘J‘

All right, the person leaving us today is...

(suspenseful piano music playing)

-(clears throat) -Uh, sorry. Just wanted to set the mood.

Hmm.

This is the end of the road, Miss Nora.

What road?

Oh. I'm finished.

I like you.

-Beat her. -(Cami|le groans)

Camille and Felicie, tomorrow morning at 8:00 am.

we will know which one of you

will have the honor of dancing Clara

in The Nutcracker with Rosita.

I can only advise you

to give everything, ladies.

You've made lots of progress,

-dirty little rat! -(door closes)

But tomorrow I am going to be the chosen one.

We'll see.

You can work as hard as you like,

you can train 24 hours a day,

but you will always be nothing.

I am somebody.

Who exactly?

Answer me. Who are you?

(sighs) You are nothing.

Nothing.

She's wrong, you know.

-You're not alone. -What?

Huh!

Hoi!

You have me.

(sighs)

And I know exactly what we are going to do.

Tonight, to prove our connection,

we will embark on a little romantic party.

Iofieryou”. the Eiffel Tower.

I offer you fireworks.

Tonight, 7:00...

-(whispers): ...p.m. -I should train.

You don't need to train.

You don't need to know who you are.

You are unique.

Say that again.

Tonight.

Felicie...

it gives me great pleasure to present to you...

Ah! No.

-Too formal. -(melody playing)

I got to act like a handsome Russian.

(door creaks)

-Victor. -Minoushka!

I'm in the final audition.

Wow! Congratulations!

I have great news, too.

My boss finally spoke to me-- he said,

(in French accent): "Get off my foot,

you biological mutation." (laughs)

That's... (sniffs) good, right?

(blows nose)

Ugh. You have no class.

What? Me?

No class?

Rudi has class.

Rudi again?

What, is he your boyfriend now?

No. He and I...

(singsongy): we're connected.

Okay, okay, you win.

I will give you class and connectivity-ness.

Dinner. You and me.

Some knives and forks, napkins.

Uh... 7:00 pm, north leg

-of the Eiffel Tower. -Bye, Victor. -(door closes)

Is that a yes?

Yeah.

That's a yes.

Sit. I've got something for you.

They were mine.

Now they're yours.

Wow.

-Thanks. -Okay, enough talking.

Eat, and then we practice for tomorrow.

(weary sigh)

What?

Well... I'm going out with Rudi.

He says I'm ready.

He says I'm unique.

Why do you dance?

Stop asking me that question!

When I was a dancer, the night before an audition,

I trained and then I rested.

-Rudi's waiting for me. -Stay.

-No! You're not my mom! '(gaSPS)

-(gaSpS) -|'m sorry. I wasn't thinking.

Okay. Go, then.

(door opens)

(sighs)

J‘J‘

(Rudi laughs)

(gaSPS)

Look at the bird.

-Um... -RUDI: No.

Look at me. Look at the bird.

-Um... -No. Mm? Look at me.

This is a poem. I compose it in your honor.

Ah, of course.

A poem.

Look at the bird.

He flies in the sky.

No one can trap him.

Pew, pew! Pew!

Pew, pew, pew!

Ca-caw! Ca-caw.

Ca-caw!

Do you like?

(hissing inhale) That's, uh...

well... original.

I know. Thank you. (chuckles)

Come on, minoushka!

Let us go to the very top, to the stars!

VICTOR: Okay, Mattie, we practice.

Music, please!

Classical.

Okay, but that's not my musical comfort zone.

(playing squeakily) -No! SlOPl Stop-stop-stop-stop-stop.

We'll go Breton, but soft and romantic.

This will blow her away.

She'll arrive. She giggles. "Tee-hee-hee!"

I am looking dark and mysterious.

I give her the music box.

She's, "Ooh!

OvenNhelmed!"

Uh, I don't know much about girls.

Frankly, they are a mystery to me.

But I do know that this one's not coming.

Young, innocent fool!

Of course she will come!

(sniffs)

I can already smell her perfume.

(Mattie gasping)

RUDI: Oh, no!

B-Beggars! Ugh!

Paris is infested with beggars. Yuck!

-But... -Don't be afraid.

-But... -Quiet. Follow me.

Have no fear.

I have developed a fighting technique

based on Cossack dancing.

Don't be ridiculous.

(grunting)

(whooshing)

Okay. Stop right there.

-He's my friend. -Oh.

Is this some kind ofjoke?

No. This is Victor. We grew up together.

(chuckles): Oh, my! This is funny.

Fnends,huh?

If we're friends, why are you looking so ashamed?

I'm not looking ashamed.

Oh, yes, you are.

I feel sorry for you, Felicie.

Oh. You're jealous.

No! Ever since you started the ballet,

who are you trying to be?

Mixing with this... big, hairy asparagus?

-RUD|: Huh. -You're so sad.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, speckoid.

I could knock you out with one flick

of my tiny finger,

but that would make my finger dirty and smelly.

So I'm dirty, but at least I don't spend my day in tights!

-(boys grunting) -I can't believe this!

-She is my muse! -Yeah?

Well, she's my... whatever you just said, too!

With knobs on, asparagus!

(grunting)

Stop!

(both panting)

Y-You're both idiots!

Huh? Okay.

Well, good-bye, then.

Well, good-bye.

(Rudi grunts)

-(groaning in pain) -Down low, too slow!

That is so... low.

J‘J‘

(grunts)

(groans)

(sighs)

J‘J‘

(dog barking in distance)

(sighs, sniffles)

(sighs)

(whooshing, music box melody playing)

WOMAN (echoing): Felicie...

(rapid ticking)

(gaSPS)

Oh, no. The audition!

(piano playing waltz)

MERANTE: Hmm.

-(Felicie panting) -I told this...

-Watch it! -...production of Nutcracker

is the most revolutionary...

Ooh.

-J‘ J‘ -(watch ticking)

Hmm.

(man yells)

J‘J‘

(panfing)

-(music ends) -REG|NE: Bravo!

-Bravo! (clapping)

Thank you, mademoiselle.

REGINE: Oh, the orphan is late.

-|t's over. -(clears throat) Well, as Felicie did not deign

-to show up for the audition, it is Camille... -(gasps)

-...who will dance with Rosita. -FEL|C|E: Wait!

-Wait! I'm here. -REG|NE: No, no, you're too late.

-REG|NE: You lost, orphan. -Please...

please let me dance.

It's over! Don't you understand?

-Sit down! -(sighs)

(panting): I-I-I apologize.

Did you sleep?

(pants) Not much.

Did you train yesterday?

No.

VVhy?

(sighs)

All right. Music.

(piano playing waltz)

CAMILLE: Hmm!

J‘J‘

-(gaSpS) -(music stops)

-Start again. -Aw, she fell.

She's eliminated.

Start again!

J‘J‘

(gaSPS)

REG|NE (laughs): Oh, that's hilarious.

You remember our deal?

(whimpering)

Camille... you will have the honor

of dancing Clara in The Nutcracker.

(suppressed laughing)

(sobbing quietly)

(crying)

REGINE: Did you think it would end here,

-|ittle rat? -No!

-Let me go! -Your consolation prize

-is waiting for you outside. -Oh, no.

REGINE: It's a one-way ticket back home.

Please!

Please.

Odette...

Odette!

Felicie!

You'll never see her again.

And of course, you're fired.

"Fired." What a fun word.

-J‘ J‘ -(thunder rumbling)

(birds squawking, chirping)

Stop!

Where... is...

Felicie?!

(Felicie clears throat)

J‘J‘

I'm here.

Oh.

Well, uh... good.

I thought you would have tried to escape by now.

(children laughing)

(bell tolling in distance)

She's lost her spirit.

Tut-tut, tut-tut!

Pull yourself together, you big fool!

(clucking)

I know.

-(quiet clucking) -I miss him, too.

(others snoring softly)

WOMAN (echoing): Felicie...

-(baby laughing) -No matter what happens,

never give up on your dreams.

J‘J‘

If you never leap,

you'll never know what it's like to fly.

(laughing)

("Suitcase" by Sia playing)

(exhales)

(gasps, laughs)

J‘J‘

J‘J‘

Ah.

Wow.

(music fades)

(insects chirping)

(roars)

(low growl)

Okay. I was escaping.

But it's stupid and you caught me.

-(growls) -So a big sorry to you,

-and I'll just go back to the dorm. -Stupid is right.

Come. This way's faster.

Huh?

-(whooping) -(chuckles)

I knew you weren't as bad as people say!

LUTEAU: Thanks.

Wait. What do people say?

FELICIE: Uh, nothing.

LUTEAU: / was once told / couldn't make it in the city.

That's why / never left the orphanage.

But you should always follow your heart

and never give up, Felicie.

This is where you belong.

It's more of a home than I could ever give you.

-Thank you. -(chuckles): Mm-hmm.

(Luteau sighs)

(Felicie sighs)

LUTEAU: Oh! (chuckles)

Mmm...

Go now.

(chuckles softly)

(sniffles)

-J‘ J‘ -(scrubbing)

-Let me help you. -(gaSpS)

(trembling breath)

You need me.

I can clean.

"Squeaky Clean" is my middle name.

In fact...

I need you.

I want to stay with you.

J‘J‘

I'm so sorry. I really missed you.

Me, too.

Come on.

Mérante has given me a room in the attic.

There's a little corner for you.

Work starts at 6:00 am. One hour for lunch.

6:00 am?

(indistinct chatter)

I promise, he is not here.

Do you know when he's coming back?

-No. -Please?

Well, uh, actually...

-Ow! -(tool clatters)

Nope. I don't know that.

All I know is that he's not here.

-Huh. -And he's not under the desk, so please

don't look down there.

FELICIE: Will you please tell him

that I'm sorry?

I've been unkind

and foolish

and silly

-and dishonest. -And rude.

Uaughsx And rude.

Tell Victor that he's my best friend, ever.

Oh, uh... eh...

that's my other hand.

I have three hands, actually.

-(gasps) -This is my helping hand. (chuckles)

(sighs)

(melody playing)

(sighing)

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Good-bye, then.

Bye, Victor.

That wasn't him.

He is not here.

ODETTE: Victor has worked a miracle.

Who would have thought?

He just has the look of a total nitwit.

-(piano playing waltz) -He doesn't want to speak to me

-ever again. -He will.

MERANTE No,no,no,no!

Here we go.

Stop!

-(music stops) -|t's not that hard.

Miss Le Haut, you perform tonight,

and so far we have no emotion!

But I'm doing exactly the steps you told me.

It's not enough to do the steps.

Find some anger or some pain

or some love, but find something!

She lacks this.

Tonight will make that clear.

(piano resumes playing waltz)

Okay, I'm going to do the stairs in the lobby.

-You can finish here. -Okay.

J‘J‘

(sighs)

(Camille grunts, chuckles)

Leave it. Give it back.

(scoffs) Silly me.

I didn't throw it hard enough

-the first time. -(grunts)

Don't make the same mistake.

Why are you leaving?

Scared of being humiliated?

Looks like you need more training.

You are nowhere near ready.

I'm going to show you what a real dancer looks like.

-Are you sure about that? -Quiet!

Tonight these seats will be full.

Paris will be looking at me.

Adoring me.

Or not.

-J‘ J‘ -I already told you.

You are nothing,

you will always be nothing.

Only one way to find out.

Right here, right now.

("Confident" by Demi Lovato playing)

J‘J‘

Hmm!

Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God.

Dance-off!

(cheenng)

(excited chatter)

J‘J‘

(both grunt)

(shrieks)

(Camille chuckles)

(growls)

J‘J‘

(crowd gasps)

-(song stops) -(crowd murmuring)

(panfing)

(whispers): You can do it.

(excited shouts)

(applause)

(rousing orchestral theme playing)

(crowd gasps)

-J‘ J‘ -(panting)

FELICIE'S MOTHER: If you never leap,

you'll never know what it's like to fly.

(crowd gasps)

J‘J‘

(cheering, applause)

J‘J‘

Impressive, ladies.

But let me ask you both an important question.

Why do you dance?

I dance because...

I-I dance because...

because”.

my mother makes me.

(people groaning softly)

Because it's always been a part of my life.

It was there with my mom when I was a baby.

And it's here now, thanks to Odette.

It allows me to live,

to be myself.

She should dance.

That was very honest, Miss Le Haut, and brave.

You have a future at the ballet if you wish it.

Felicie...

tonight, you dance The Nutcracker.

(cheering, applause)

Great job.

Thanks, Camille.

-Well done, my sweetness! -|'m sorry for everything.

-Bravo. Bravo. -I hope we can be friends.

Oh, bravo!

-Yes! -Yes.

J‘J‘

Voila!

-(clattering, chicken clucking) -I call them...

-pigeon wings! -Wow. Great.

But I'm not sure I want to test them.

Live dangerously, Mattie!

I promise you they will almost certainly work.

MATTIE: Oh.

-(gaSpS) -This is nice.

Mattie, can you give us some privacy?

VVhen?

Mattie! Privacy!

Oh. NOW.

O-Okay.

I'm dancing tonight at the ballet.

I want you to be there.

-Rea|ly? -Rea|ly.

Of course I'll be there.

I like you, Felicie.

You make me laugh and...

and cry at the same time.

(yells)

You're a weirdo.

(grunts)

(singsongy): Tut-tut-tut. You cannot help him.

(gasps, shudders)

First you deceive my daughter.

-Then you take her identity. {shuddenng)

Now you want to take her honor

-and our future? Aah! -CAM|LLE: Mother! This is insane! Stop!

Ha-ha! You think you can turn my daughter against me?

We're best friends. (grunts)

-Mother! Stop! -Oh, hush, baby. Leave it to Mama.

-Paris will love my daughter! -Stop!

(indistinct chatter, laughter)

(sighs heavily)

The last time she was this late,

it did not end well.

(whimpering)

J‘J‘

REGINE: Stop!

(panfing)

-(gaSpS) -|t's hammer time.

(grunting)

(groans)

(grunts)

(screams)

VICTOR (woozily): Hey, it's Mattie...

and his twin sister.

What happened?

Uh, there's a big, scary lady

chasing your girl up the statue, trying to kill her.

-What? -And also...

I wet myself.

Uh, uh, uh...

-Come on! Quickly! Save her! -(groaning) Mattie!

The pigeon wings!

REGINE: Give me your tired, yourpoon

your huddled masses.

(low grunt)

And I'll smash them with this hammer!

(wood creaking)

(whimpers)

(shrieks)

J‘J‘

(woozy groaning)

Ah!

-(Felicie screams) -(panting)

Something tells me this is the only crown you'll see today.

-(Felicie whimpers) -(chuckles)

Victim of a terrible accident on the night of your debut.

You will have something to share with Odette.

-(gasps, whimpers) -Both of you

-used to be dancers. -VICTOR: Felicie!

Let go!

Ow!

-Uh-oh. -|'m okay.

Okay.

(Victor screaming)

Uh...

maybe we should have tested them first. Whoa.

-(Victor laughing) -Yes!

-(Felicie whimpering) -(grunting)

Huh. This is my favorite part.

Le grand jeté.

(screaming)

VICTOR: Igotyou!

-(Victor laughing) -What?!

(whooping)

(Victor trilling)

(yells) Room for one more?

(gasping, yelling)

(Felicie screams)

No! (groans)

FELICIE: We did it!

-(Iaughs) -Victor, you're the best.

(yelling)

(groaning)

(Victor whoops)

Don't worry, we'll be on time!

Higher!

-Yes! -We will be

on time...!

Okay, sure, but besides the crash landing,

-what did you think? -In version three,

it might be a good idea to work on some brakes. (laughs)

Can't you just say that I've invented something

-and it worked? -I can.

Then say it.

(sighs) Victor Francois Xavier the First,

you're a great inventor.

Thank you.

You're ready.

(Felicie sighs)

Then dance...

from right here.

You won the bet.

You made your dream come true.

(kisses)

-(Felicie giggles) -Oh, gosh.

(Felicie shudders)

(growling)

(barks)

("Cut to the Feeling" by Carly Rae Jepsen begins)

("Cut to the Feeling" by Carly Rae Jepsen playing)

J‘J‘

(applause)

J‘J‘

J‘J‘

My Felicie...

you're fantastic.

J‘J‘

-(cheering, applause) -Bravo!

J‘J‘

J‘J‘

J‘J‘

J‘J‘

J‘J‘

J‘J‘

J‘J‘

(song ends)

J‘J‘

J‘J‘

("Runaways" by Carly Rae Jepsen begins playing)

J‘J‘

J‘J‘

J‘J‘

J‘J‘

J‘J‘

(music ends)