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A long time ago
in a small principality

somewhere in the middle
of a happy Europe,

there was a rich old Duke

who lived happily in a fine palace

and a number of
ladies and gentlemen

who lived happily
on the fashionable hill

and everybody else who lived
happily in the village.

Now it came to pass
that in the spring,

3 days of festival were declared.

They were celebrating
the return of prince Charles,

the only son of the reigning Duke.

Most of the townspeople
had never seen prince Charles.

He had been away for many years,

getting his education
in the finest universities,

cafes, and boudoirs of Paris,
London, and Vienna.

No, not that way!

Oh, look!
Now it's beautiful.

Yes, like that.

But a little higher, Willie.

Higher?
I'll break my neck!

Well, that's what
we're waiting for!

Well, where's the hammer?

Oh, it's, uh...

Oh, over there!

Tie it to the other one.

Look who's here.

Well, what do you want?

I want to--
to help.

I clean up, eh?

I'll pick up the ones that drop,

so that everything
be nice and clean.

She's going to make
everything nice and clean.

I'll sweep the torn leaves
and the little strings.

See?

Stay away from me,
you dirty thing!

Oh, I'm not dirty!

Just cinders. Look!

Please, look!

Oh, make her go away, Willie.

My mother says
I mustn't speak to her.

Go away, cinders.

My name is Ella,
and I'm not dirty.

I've just been carrying
out the ashes.

Just cinders and ashes.

Maybe a little soot, but I--

Ella cinder!
Dirty cinder!

Ella cinder!

Goodbye, Cinderella.

Cinderella!
Cinderella!

Stop it!

Now look what you've
done, you ugly thing!

I am not ugly!

You are ugly!

You smell of butter!

You have a big fat bopu.

And you have a voice like a pig!

And you--you--

You--

So, you see how it was.

Oh, well, they can
scarcely be blamed,

for she was not precisely
an amiable child.

The grown-ups of the town

agreed with
their sons and daughters.

They're saying, "tsk, tsk.
Dreadful, dreadful.

"The girl's a disgrace.

"She grows worse every day.

Look at her hair."

It was the old story

of the rejected becoming
all the more rejected

because they behaved badly

because they'd been rejected--

One of those, uh, circles.

And there it was again,

the heat of tears burning
behind the eyes.

And so she came home.

This primping is in preparation
for the arrival of the prince,

for he may glance their way
when he rides down the street.

These are Ella's stepsisters.

This is Birdena--

Vivacious, dazzling,

beautiful as a Rose,

and poisonous as a toadstool.

And this is Serafina--

Languid, seductive,

effortlessly alluring,
and cold as a cobra.

And this is Ella's stepmother,
the widow Sonder.

"Straighten up, Ella.

"Do this, Ella.
Do that, Ella.

"Pick up the things
your sisters dropped, Ella.

"These are the prerogatives
of beauty, Ella.

"Come, Birdena.
Come, Serafina.

"I am the mother

"of the prettiest girls
in the village.

"Not you, Ella!

"Stay back here, Ella.
Don't stand with us.

The prince may think we know you."

Long live the prince!

Long live prince Charles!

Did you see him
look right this way?

He did, indeed, look this way.

He looked right at me.

At you?

He distinctly looked right at me.

No, he didn't!

I saw him.

Oh, you did not see him.
You were way back here.

I did, too.
I saw him.

No, you didn't.

I did!

Very well. What did he look like?

He...

Well, he looked--

He looked like a handsome prince
on a beautiful white horse.

You see?

The horse was black,
black as night.

She didn't see him at all.

I did!

What color was his hair?

It was black, black as night.

Well, you see?

What a fib.

Who--who cares about
an old prince, anyway?

I hate him!

I don't care.
I hate him!

What an unpleasant girl you are.

I don't care!

The little spirit is still
defiant and defensive,

still unbroken.

But give them time.

They'll break it.

A few more years,

and she will stop fighting back
and will no longer feel any pain.

The others will then
have the convenience

of an unpaid spinster slavey
in the house--

Willing, docile,
grateful for crumbs.

A few more years,
and all will be peaceful.

Here was her own place,
a place all by itself.

The sweet brook glittered,
the forest was cool,

and a meadowlark was
confiding its heartbreak

to the quiet air.

Why are you crying?

What's the matter,
you sweet, pretty creature?

You're making fun of me.

I'm not sweet and pretty.

But it's only ashes.

What's wrong with ashes?
Very good for the chickens.

What's your name?

Ella.

But they won't even
call me by my name.

They call me--

Edward and Willie
and all the others--

Because of the ashes,
they call me Cinderella.

Cinder Ella?

Cinderella.

What a beautiful word.
I like it very much.

There are other words
I like very much,

like windowsill...

And elbow.

Elbow.

And I like apple dumpling, too.

It's a comical word.

Apple dumpling.

Pickle relish.
That has a nice snap to it.

What's the matter with your hair?

I cut it off.

I--I got angry at it.

One day, I hated myself so,

I wanted to be dead.

But I cut my hair off instead.

And I felt much better after.

- It's growing now.
- Splendid.

No use combing it or anything.

It does present a problem.

What's your name?

Mrs. Toquet.

Oh, you're the crazy la--

I mean...

You're the one who lives
all by yourself.

They say you never
come into the village

during daytime.

That's right.

Why?

Because I always go there at night.

Your shoes are getting wet.

Yes. It's the water.

Oh.

Do you live in the village?

Yes.

With Birdena, Serafina,
and my stepmother.

Oh. How are they?

Oh, you know them?

No. If I knew them,
I wouldn't have to ask.

Oh.

Well, they're very well, thank you.

They're very busy now.

They're getting ready
to go to the ball--

Day after tomorrow at the palace.

They are going to meet the prince.

You see, Birdena and Serafina

are the most beautiful girls
in the whole village.

They can sew very well,

and they have fine manners
and beautiful clothes.

They are just everything
that girls should be.

And you? Where are
your pretty clothes?

Oh, I don't care what I look like.

That's no reason
for frightening people.

It doesn't matter.
Nobody likes me anyway.

I like you.

You don't.

I don't need anybody to like me.

I don't care.
I don't care one bit,

because, one day, I'm going
to live in the palace.

Oh?

In the ducal palace?

That's right.

A very pleasant plan.
Who arranged it?

Well...

One day, there's an old lady
who came to see my mother.

She was a teller
of fortunes, they say.

And she told my mother
that some day

her child would live
in the palace.

And I was born 3 hours later.

My mother used to tell me
this story very often

when I was a little girl.

She died when I was 5 years old.

What do you expect
to do in the palace?

Oh. Well, lots of things.

You know.

Sounds very practical.

And I'll punish everybody I hate.

No, you won't.

Oh, yes, I will.

I will.

Here.

Where'd you get this?

Oh, here and there.

Oh, yes, I heard about that.

Here, you'd better take it back.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you very much.

Nevertheless.

- Nevertheless what?
- Nevertheless is a nice word.

Isn't it pleasant

to sit and exchange
words with a friend?

I never did it before,

I mean, just sat
with a friend and talked.

Well, what's the matter
with your friends?

Don't they have a sitting place?

Well, it's because I...

I don't think I have any friends.

I mean, I don't think I do.

Because when they're your friends,

does that mean that
you can tell them

everything you like
and what you do

and what you feel and all that?

And that they'll always
be on your side?

Doesn't it?

That's right.

Well, I don't have anybody like that.

You have me.
I'm on your side.

And I'm very deeply interested

in what you feel and think.

Tell me.
Tell me now.

Well...

I can't.
It--it's...

It's all mixed up.

It's just a feeling.

It's like when it's
beginning to get dark.

You know?

And--and everything
breathes very softly

and the sky gets very, very blue

and then very, very pink.

And here you feel,
oh, something...

Hmm. It--it's...

It's hard to explain.

It's quite clear.

Is it?

I must go now.

I have some things to pick up.

Well, you drop in again sometime.

Oh, when?

Tomorrow perhaps at noon.

Right here, then, huh?

We'll talk and tell
each other things...

And be friends, huh?

Excellent.
Very practical.

Goodbye.

Windowsill.

Pickle relish.

Apple dumpling.

Cinderella.

Goodbye, Cinderella.

These hoops are too wide.

I'm going to wear the narrow ones.

The wider hoops are prettier.

But they're not the fashion.

Cousin Loulou's wearing
enormous ones.

How do you know?

I heard all about
cousin Loulou's gown

this afternoon when
I went up to the hill

for the invitations.

Oh! The invitations.

Where did you put them?

I gave them to you.

Oh. Oh, dear.

Oh, mama.

I put them down.

After all the trouble
we had getting them.

Oh, I hate asking
cousin Loulou favors.

Oh, go away, Ella.

Don't touch things, Ella.
You're in the way, Ella.

Ella, get off of that.
You're getting it all dirty.

Oh! Here they are.

You must remember
to thank cousin Loulou.

Mother, tomorrow night
at the ball,

please don't speak
of where we live.

I'm going to say

that we live on the hill
with cousin Loulou.

And what will cousin
Loulou say to that?

Cousin Loulou won't hear it.

Besides, no one ever
pays any attention

to that old creature anyway.

Birdena.

Don't you dare speak
of cousin Loulou that way.

She's very rich.

What's her dress like?

Oh, it's beautiful.

It's all pink and white
with rosebuds and ribbons

all over the skirt.

And thousands of crystals,

each one sewn with silk thread.

Rosebuds. Ha ha!
At her age.

You may take it off now, Birdena.

Now you, Serafina.

Who is Mrs. Toquet?

Who?

Mrs. Toquet.

Isn't she the crazy old woman
who lives in the woods?

She's harmless, but she steals.

Has she always been like that?

I mean, has she always...

They say she was once a grand lady
and lived on the hill.

But she took to reading books
and went from bad to worse.

Stuffed her head full of ideas,
and now she's a bit addled.

A bitaddled?

Oh, mother, she's crazy
as a cockroach.

No, she isn't.

She's just different.

She's full of good ideas
and... and wisdom.

Full of what?

And everybody knows she steals.

She stole the cover
off a garbage bucket

from Mrs. Bower's house.

And the next night,
she put it back.

She always puts things back
after she takes them.

That's why nobody bothers.

She should be locked away.
She's mad.

She seemed very sensible to me.

Oh! She seemed sensible to Ella.

And why not?
They're 2 of a kind.

You're 2 of a kind.

And did you tell her that you were
going to live in the palace someday?

And what if I did?

Ha ha! 2 crazy cockroaches.

Ella, stop it!

You're ruining my beautiful dress!

Get her out of here!

You go right out
and finish digging the potatoes.

I don't care.

I don't care one bit,
because, one day,

I'm going to live in the palace.

What will you do in the palace?

I don't know....

But, one day, I'm going
to live in the palace.

One day, I'm going
to live in the palace.

One day, I'm going
to live in the palace.

Ella!

Ella! What are you doing?

Ella, bring in the potatoes!

Charles?

Oh.

Charles.

- Where is he?
- Morning, Kovin.

Well, good morning, your highness.

Is he up yet?

I believe he's still dressing, sir.

Charles?

Charles, I want to see you.

And where they've
quartered you, Kovin?

Uh, yes, sir.

- It's comfortable?
- Most comfortable. Thank you, sir.

Good. Good, good.

Poetry?

Used to read it myself.
Taught me a lot.

Can't read it nowadays.

What do you think
of our countryside?

Oh, very beautiful,
what I've seen of it, sir.

Excellent--

Excellent hunting.
Do you hunt?

Some things.

You'll find plenty of that, too.

Good morning, father.

What are you got up as?

I'm going for a walk.

There's a problem of entertainment
at the ball.

What ball?

I told you--
3 days of festival

topped off by a big ball
on the last night.

- That's tomorrow night.
- Oh, no.

Now stop making noises
like a schoolboy.

You have obligations.

That's the price you pay
for what you are.

And I don't mean your title.

I mean the fact that
you're a grown man

of some decency and intelligence.

It's time he took
some responsibility,

because I'm bored,
utterly bored with it.

He's of age now.
It's his turn.

I love him, Kovin.
Isn't he a charmer?

I never knew anybody like him.

Now, then, you condescending,

disrespectful, blas,
impertinent young rake.

We are dependent
upon the good will

and the cooperation of the people
of this principality.

But they don't know him,
and he doesn't know them.

Well, you're going to meet them
tomorrow night at the ball,

and they're going
to take a look at you.

Make friends.

I'll do my best, father,
and not only because you're so right.

I remember this place, too.

When I was 8,
I ran away from home one day.

I was gone for 7 hours,
the best 7 hours I ever had.

I discovered the
countryside that day--

One place in particular.
I'll take you there.

Strange how many memories
are crowding back on me,

things I haven't
thought about for years.

Yesterday afternoon,

when we were riding
through the town,

I kept remembering something
that happened years ago.

I'd been home for the holidays and
was leaving to return to school.

My carriage was held up
in the middle of the town

because something was going
on in the street ahead,

blocking our path.

It involved a child...

A little girl of about 5.

She was crying in a sort
of tragic frenzy.

She'd run out of her house
in the path of the carriage,

and some townspeople were
trying to hold her back.

I don't know
what it was all about.

But one thing I've remembered ever
since in the most minute detail...

She had great, agonized,
rebellious eyes...

Fringed with dark lashes,
and her cheeks were wet with tears.

It was the most tragic
face I ever saw.

Not just sad.

It had the agony of a Greek tragedy,
beyond hope of comforting.

I've never known sorrow,
not really.

But ever since that day,
I've felt...

I've had some knowledge
of what it's like,

of all the human soul can stand

of pain and misery.

And ever since that day,

I find it almost impossible
to resist a weeping woman.

And if she happens
to have eyes like that,

I'm lost.

This is the place
I was telling you about.

Nothing has changed.

That day I ran away from home,

I stripped to the buff
and bathed in this pool.

- How cold is the water?
- Very cold.

It's fed by mountain streams.

Mm. I am no longer 8 years old.

You may freeze alone.

Hello.

What is it?

A nightmare.

This is my place.

That's strange.

It used to be part
of the Duke's estate.

Nobody ever comes here.

Well, they're fools if they don't.

You don't belong here.

Where do you live?

Over there.
Over there.

There is nothing over there
but the palace.

I could've told you that.

What of it?

What of it?

You can't live in the Duke's palace.

Why not?

We work there.

Oh?

Yes. I'm the new riding master,

and he's the son of the cook.

Son of the cook?

The son of the cook
at the palace of the Duke.

Have you seen prince Charles?

Of course we have, often.

What color is he?

Mmm... I'd say white, wouldn't you?

Mm-mm.

I mean his hair.

Oh. Oh, black.

Black.

Black as night.
You see?

No.

No, I don't quite see.

I told them it was black.

How did you know?

Mm, I just knew.

You're clairvoyant.

No, I'm not.

It's just ashes, and I don't care.

You can call me Cinderella,
and I don't care.

Kovin.

Kovin, the eyes...

The sad, rebellious eyes.

Stop making fun of me! Oh!

The prince was curious,

so he sent his valet
and his good friend Kovin

into the village to learn
what they could learn

about the ragamuffin
he had met that morning.

He learned
that she was an unruly girl,

ill-mannered and impudent,
friendless,

and even an object of ridicule,

for she was
in the habit of boasting

that she would live
in the palace some day.

He learned that
she was a great trial

to her stepmother
the good, kind widow Sonder.

On that very afternoon,
the widow and her daughters

were entertaining cousin Loulou

who lived on the fashionable hill.

The best attire
and the most elegant manners

had come out of storage
and were on display.

Even Ella had been ordered
to put on her other dress.

Cousin Loulou had started life

as a very pretty housemaid
in the palace of the Duke.

And by a natural
sequence of events,

plus a small trace
of threatened blackmail,

she had acquired jewels,

a house on the fashionable hill,

and a measure
of financial security.

As you can see,

Ella was not precisely
a servant in the house,

but she was also not precisely
a member of the family.

Cousin Loulou was receiving
the best they had to give

in the way of adulation,
agreement,

flattery, and blandishment.

She was being oiled and coddled,
soaped and salved.

"Yes, cousin Loulou.

"You're so right, cousin Loulou.

"What a beautiful gown,
cousin Loulou.

"How we wish we, too,
had an opportunity

"to be so profitably ruined
while we are still young.

"How we wish you would drop dead
"and leave us your money.

Something's wrong.

Something is not quite right.

Doesn't the girl ever wear shoes?

Must she always go barefoot
like a peasant?

Ella!

Where are your shoes?

I--I can get them.

I forgot them.

I left them in the Dell.

I'll get them maybe, huh?

Are these what you're looking for?

Allow me.
Sit down.

Uh, I'm sorry

I pushed you into the water.

I didn't mean to.

I didn't mean to hurt
your feelings either.

May I sit down and talk to you?

I hear you're going
to live in the palace someday.

How do you know that?

You've been telling everybody
about it for years.

I know.

I say it mostly
when they laugh at me.

Oh, isn't it true?

Oh, yes, it's quite true.

And it's wonderful to think about.

Yes, I know what you mean.

It's nice to have
something to hope for.

That's it.

That's just it.

Life can be pretty unbearable

if you don't have
anything to hope for.

Do you have something to hope for?

I think I'm beginning to have.

You hope to be a very good cook?

A what?

Like your father.

Oh, yes. Yes.

You know, it's funny.

I used to think it would be
wonderful to have someone to sit with

and talk to and-- and tell them

what I think and what I feel...

What I like and all that.

But with you, I--
I don't have to.

I have the feeling
that if you wanted to,

you could tell me what I think
and what I feel and all that.

And you know all
the worst of me, too,

eh?

Tell me what you think
about so that

when I don't have
any thoughts of my own,

I--I can think of yours.

Look what I can do!

That's very interesting.

Ha ha ha.

Ohh! Ooh!

Ooh.

Oh, I forgot.

- I brought you something.
- Oh?

It's an invitation
to the ball tomorrow night.

An invitation to the ball?

Oh, well, I can't go to the ball.

Well, why not?

What would I be doing at the ball?

Where did you get it?

I just--oh.
Oh, from prince Charles.

I cooked a delicious
pot roast for him,

and he rewarded me with this.

Oh.

It--it'll be nice to keep it,

just to look at it.

Oh, I'd like to see you
at the ball.

But you'd be too busy
to talk to me

with all those people to cook for.

Oh, yes.
I forgot that.

Well, the ball
would be a bore anyway.

You wouldn't like it.

Besides I can't dance.

Oh, every girl should
know how to dance.

Particularly a girl

who's going to live
in the palace someday.

Let me see.
There's a minuet and a polonaise.

I'll show you.
Come here.

Uh, minuet.

Right foot forward.

Touch, touch, step...

Back, right, and left.
Put the left foot forward.

Touch, touch, step back,
left and--

Here.

Move back.

There.

Touch, touch,

right, left, right.

Left.
Touch, touch,

left, right, left.

And...

Front, back,

1, 2, 3.

And other hand.

Oh.

1, 2, 1, 2--

5, 6, and 7, 8.

Good!

Now, uh, now the polonaise.

Hop, step, step, hop, step, step,

hop, step, step, change!

Hop, step, step, hop, step, step,

hop, step, step, change!

Hop, step, step, hop, step, step,

hop, step, step, turn!

Hop, step, step, hop, step, step,

hop, step, step, and 2!

Aah!

Whoa!

♪ Climbing Rose ♪

♪ on the wall ♪

♪ pluck it now
before the petals fall ♪

♪ apple ripe ♪

♪ on the bough ♪

♪ take it, for the time
to take is now ♪

♪ happy day ♪

♪ sun or rain ♪

♪ live it for it
never comes again ♪

♪ lads have died, young and gay ♪

♪ pretty maids can fade away ♪

♪ nothing is forever ♪

♪ always is a lie ♪

♪ I can only love you ♪

♪ till the day I die ♪

♪ so, my love ♪

♪ oh, my love ♪

♪ dream no more, my love,
awake, my love ♪

♪ oh, my love, awake, my love ♪

♪ turn to me and take my love ♪

You're not well, Charles.

You're not yourself.

You know what ails you.

Careful, Charles.

Remember your special weakness.

She's frightened,

sad, and hurt.

Afraid to hope, expecting ridicule.

A tender heart
half afraid to love.

Oh, careful, Charles.

Why be careful?!

Every man has his own
special vulnerability.

I once knew a man
who couldn't resist fat women,

women with rolls.

Another who fell madly in love

every time a woman
slapped his face.

Well, this is mine.

Why go against nature?

The son of the cook
of the palace of the Duke.

The son of the cook
of the palace of the Duke.

The son of the cook
of the palace of the Duke.

The son of the cook
of the palace of the Duke.

The son of the cook
of the palace of the Duke.

Why, Mrs. Toquet!

Why not Mrs. Toquet?

Well, I'm glad to see you.

We must be very quiet.
They're sleeping late this morning.

They want to look their best
at the ball tonight.

- That's only a broken saucer.
- Yes, poor thing.

Look.
I've got something to show you.

Look.

It's an invitation
to go to the ball.

The son of the cook gave it to me.

The son of the palace cook.

I met him in the Dell,
and he taught me how to dance.

He's very busy now, you know,
making pink pastry and everything

with his father for the ball.

Oh, Mrs. Toquet,
if you could only see him

and--and hear him.

He's so beautiful.

I've got something
to hope for now.

What would that be?

To be able to see him again.

Ahh, yes!

Well, when you see him,

you give him my recipe
for turnip fritters.

Tell him to try it
without the turnips.

It's better that way.
So you're going to the ball.

Me? Oh, no.

You could go to the ball.

Get past the gatekeeper with that,

then slip away to the kitchen
and see the son of the cook.

That's strategy.

But he'd be too busy
to talk to me.

Then you do the talking.
He'll listen.

I--I really don't want to go.

You could borrow a dress
from one of the sleeping beauties.

I must be going.
It's very busy out.

I have a few things to pick up.

Goodbye, Cinderella.

Don't be afraid to love him.

At 2:00, the stepsisters awoke,

and preparations
for the great ball began.

Rub, rub, rub, and rub,

20 minutes of rub and rub

with oil of roses
and butter and cream.

2 tender portions
of dead white meat

were being carefully
prepared for the delectation

of high society
and the very eligible

young prince Charles.

And so they were off to the ball

to dance, to hear music,
to be admired,

to be beautiful girls
like other beautiful girls

who dance, hear music
and are admired.

Who's there?

It's only me.

Oh, Mrs. Toquet!

Well, I'm so glad to see you.

I was all alone and--
Come in. Sit down.

No time for that.
You'll be late for the ball.

Oh, but I'm not going to the ball.

They’ve gone to the ball.

I, they, you,

amo, amas, amat,
amamus, amatus, amant.

It's always that way.
Everybody's been through it.

You don't want to go,

yet when everybody else goes
and leaves you home alone,

you can hardly bear it.

Oh, but I don't mind being alone.

I like it.

You like it, but not when
everybody else is at the ball.

Well, that's true.
You're right.

I usually am, 99 times out of 10.

Oh, it's another mouse.

We have a good many, you know,
because I feed them.

Then I let them go.

- Ah. Let's look in the back garden.
- For what?

I left it there.

A corset is a fine thing.

Invented by the devil,
but a fine thing.

Now for some slippers.

Now, I just happen to have a pair

that I think--

Put it on.

Oh! Isn't that beautiful?

It's glass!

It's venetian glass.

Made by a genius in venice,
who sold them for a good price

to a bazaar keeper who sold them

at a great profit
to a merchant from Rome

who sold them at a great profit
to a shopkeeper in Paris,

who sold them at a great profit.

Everybody made money.

Everybody was happy!

That's economics.

But it does feel strange, you know?

Don't think about it.
Keep walking.

Practice helps.

Vincit qui patitur.

He conquers who endures.

All women must endure
these discomforts.

Why?

For fashion.

It fascinates men.

Makes them marvel at women.

Fills them with awe.

Because they know
they couldn't stand it.

How are they now?

They're much better.
I'm getting used to them.

Head up, back straight.

This looks familiar.

Pink and white...

Rosebuds and crystals...

Oh, dear Mrs. Toquet,
where did you get it?

I found it.

Now, a headdress.

A little crown of some sort.

A diadem!

But if they see me wearing it--

They won't.

You'll be in the kitchen.

Yes. Yes, I'll go
straight to the kitchen.

Now, the hair and the Rouge
and the perfume.

Oh. This presents
something of a problem.

Head up, back straight,

and very, very, very slowly.

Here's your coach.

Ohh, my coach.

I made a little arrangement
with the coachmen.

Oh, Mrs. Toquet,

nobody in my whole life
has ev--thank you.

You've already said that
a dozen times.

- I love you.
- That's very good.

When you learn to love one person,

it's that much easier
to love others.

Now, in you go.

Does she know about
leaving at midnight?

Ahh, yes.

You see, he must take you
home at midnight

so that he can go back
to the palace in time

to pick up his people.

They're leaving at 1:00.

So if you leave
promptly at midnight,

nobody will be the wiser

and nobody will be annoyed

and everybody will be happy.

That's diplomacy.

I'll remember, midnight.

Thank you.

Midnight.

May I have the honor
of being your partner tonight?

I've been watching you
all evening.

And I find you the most
charming young lady here.

Would you care to have
some refreshments?

What part of the country
are you from?

I don't believe
I've ever seen you before.

Oh, Charles went
right up over this hill

and as far out on the road
as you can see.

And then the most amazing thing--

Uh, please forgive me.

I will be back.
I beg your pardon.

Sorry, pardon me.
Pardon. Pardon.

Ohh! Good evening, your highness.

Good evening.

I'm your father's old friend

Loulou Altsterstrau.

Oh, yes, Loulou. Yes!

So good of you to remember.

- It was years ago.
- I was 8 years old.

You sent me away to school.

Is it as long ago as that?

Well, we're all good friends now.

The palace hasn't changed.

Nor have you, madam Altsterstrau.
As beautiful as ever.

Ohh, thank you.

Oh, I should like to present
my cousin Mrs. Sonder.

And her 2 daughters
Birdena and Serafina.

Charles.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

It's a great privilege,
your highness.

I'm looking forward to
hearing about your travels.

Oh, yes. We're very fond of Paris.

Oh, you know Paris?

Oh, we don't precisely know Paris,
but we're very devoted to it,

aren't we cousin Loulou?

It's so French.

Yes. We must discuss it
at length sometime.

Don't go away, please.

My chance when you get back.
Don't be long.

There, dancing with your father.

We haven't met before, my dear?

You, uh, you don't live
in this region?

I think you and I should meet.

I'm your host.

What's your name?

Where is the kitchen?

The kitchen, m'lady?

Well, do you see that one?

Oh. Who is she?

I don't know.

Couldn't get her to say a word.

Oh. Excuse me.

I've a feeling we've met before.

That we've danced
together before, too.

Cinderella?

Good evening, Cinderella.

Yes. There's definitely
a bit of explanation.

I'm afraid I took the easy way,

which is unhappily
the path of deception.

I'm just very glad
that you could come.

I was worried you
wouldn't be here.

Now that you are here,
let me explain.

Charming.

Who is that
walking with the prince?

She's someone I knew in Paris.

Oh, I didn't see.

Did you see her, cousin Loulou?

No, but that dress--

There's something
about that dress.

Didn't see her.

I danced with her

and couldn't get her
to say a word.

She doesn't speak
the language, they say.

A foreigner.

They say he carried on with
an Egyptian Princess in Paris.

Egyptian.

Didn't you see the hair?
Egyptian, of course.

I'm going to take
a look at that dress.

What's the matter?
What are you afraid of?

Cousin Loulou,
Birdena, and Serafina.

But you don't make sense.

Oh, yes, I am. They--
They mustn't see me.

This dress, I--I have
done a dreadful thing.

Ooh! Ooh!

Speak of the devil,
there she goes now.

Who is she?

I'll wager you'll know.

Me? Oh.

Everybody guessing
and nobody knows.

Did you dance with her?

Yes, your highness,
but she wouldn't speak.

Ah!

Never opened her mouth.

Clever girl.
Knows when to hold her tongue.

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

We've been told
she doesn't speak the language.

The rumor is she's Egyptian.

Ahh, well?

I see you--ah!

There you are.

Please tell me who that girl--

No, you didn't dream it.

The coachmen and
I brought you home.

And the dress, is it alright?

Did I tear it or anything?

It's as good as new
and back where it came from.

You know,
I--I have a secret to tell you.

You remember the son
of the cook, eh?

He's not the son of the cook.

He's the son of the dook!

I mean, the Duke.

He's--he's prince Charles.

Can he cook?

Well, I don't know.

I don't think so.

Too bad.
Men make the best cooks.

Better than women, they say.

Don't worry,
perhaps he can do other things.

Now, go to sleep.
Tomorrow will be interesting.

Goodnight, Cinderella.

Well, that's over.

Cost me a pretty penny.

Oh, and that Egyptian one,
who was she?

They're saying that you
met her in Paris.

A very noble lady, your highness.

She is the daughter of a Fez--

Of a mosque--
Of a scarab--uh--

A pasha.

Thank you, your highness.

She is the daughter of the
pasha of Giza on the nile.

Ah! Old gizer.
Oh, I know him we--

I didn't know he had a daughter.

He has 3, your highness.

But this one is
the Princess Tehara.

Tehara, very beautiful.

Oh, a lady of great virtue.

Splendid bloodline!

She is one of 8 children.
Her mother was one of 14 children.

All males.

Very prolific family.

Excellent, excellent.

Good stock.

Good teeth, too, I noticed.

Fine hocks and splendid withers.

Herschel, bring me
my dressing gown,

if you please.

Oh! I'll never forget
my first ball.

I didn't know how to behave.

I didn't even know how to dance.

It's true. My father
was something of a recluse.

He taught me nothing.

I made a number
of embarrassing mistakes.

Uh, nothing serious, I trust.

Fortunately I married the
daughter of the Duke of bomburg.

Mmm. The only sensible thing
I ever did.

Fine woman. Old family.

Bomburg title goes back
to charlemagne.

Perfect bloodlines.

Yes.

Father, what if I were
to marry a commoner?

Princes do not marry commoners.

That is a well-established fact.

With nothing to support it

except the willingness
of people to believe it,

like some other
well-established facts.

For the sake of discussion,

what if I were to fall in love
with a commoner?

Discussion, my foot!
Egyptian Princess.

You know very well
she's a commoner!

And they'll love her
all the more for it.

Isn't he a charmer?

Like his mother, the charmer.

Everybody's charming.
Let's drink to that.

Princess Tehara!

Wedding bells!

The next morning,
the Butler told the housemaid

what he had heard.

The prince
was going to be married.

The housemaid told her mistress.

The rumor went flying
through the principality.

Before the day was half over,

the ladies and gentlemen
of the fashionable hill

were selecting new clothes

to wear at a wedding.

Egyptian, they say.

Tehara.

It's an Egyptian name.

Oh, I know.

I spoke to her.

No!
What was she like?

Oh, very pleasant.

Royalty always is.

She was most cordial with us.

Yes. Very gracious.

She admired Birdena
and Serafina very much.

Oh... ha ha.

She spoke very highly
of them to the prince.

He told me so.

- You spoke to the prince?
- Of course.

We had a delightful half hour.

Is she beautiful--
The Princess?

Of course.

Uh, pass the butter.

Is she kind...

And good?

What difference to you?

For the prince.

It'll be happier for him if she is--

The butter.

Will he be going to Egypt to live?

Egypt is a wilderness.

The people all run about naked!

The rich ones wear clothes.

He's going to be married...

To a Princess.

He's going to be married.

He's going to be married!

He's going to be married
to a Princess!

I wish I were dead.

He's going to be married!

I wish I were dead.

Did you bring your lunch?

I...

I came--
I came to say goodbye.

Goodbye?

No, I don't care for it much.

I like windowsill better.

But if you like goodbye,
you say goodbye,

and I'll say windowsill, elbow,

apple dumpling, pickle relish.

I'm--I'm running away from home.

From home to where?

I don't know.

Well, you're going to live
in the palace someday,

so why don't you run that way?

No! That is why I'm running away.

I can't bear to live here...

And--and see the palace...

And know that he...

He's going to get married to a--
to an Egyptian Princess.

Princes always marry princesses.

I know.

It's not his fault.

I wish I were dead.

You're sad.

You need to hear a little philosophy.

Let me see, now.
I must give you some homely wisdom.

Try this.

Life is like your pipe.

You never know where you put it.

- Does that make you feel better?
- No.

Not yet, that is.

- Maybe later.
- Try another.

The clouds pass,

the blue remains constant.

I--I guess it does.

Hmm.
Try this one.

Life is mysterious,
and search for causes

occasionally bring about
strange results, just as potatoes

occasionally resemble
eminent statesmen.

Thank you.

Well, I'm glad you feel better.

Goodbye.

Cinderella.

Look up, Cinderella.

Perhaps you can help us.

The Princess Tehara...

We can't find her.
We have one clue.

She lost her slipper at the ball.

It will fit only Princess Tehara.

Allow me.

But--

I must ask you
to try on this slipper.

But it's mine.
I lost it.

I--I have the other one
right here. See?

That's what I thought.

- I wore them at the ball.
- I suspected it was you.

You...

You're making fun of me.

And so the prophecy came true,

and Ella went to live
in the palace.

As for the fairy godmother,

and she was the fairy godmother...

She went back where she came from.

And everybody

lived happily

ever after.