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I'm hungry.
A lady never complains.
We can't eat dresses.
If only the Dukehad sent bread.
I think he wants to marry you.
I'd rather marry you.
He's a Duke.
And you, my dear,a rapidly ageing orphan.
Ah, Marie!
Well, I won't be rescued.I'm not in distress.
We have no money. Not a bean.
Your whole life,our country has been at war
and everyone must makecompromises in a war.
Everyone must makecompromises in a war.
I don't lovethe Duke de Guiche.
Wear the dress he sent.
No. Red is vulgar,and it reeks of lechery.
Have you seen my shoes?
- If you don't love him...- Or even like him.
Why did you accept hisinvitation to the theater?
Because we can'tafford the tickets,
and I want to see the play.
He's here.
He's here.Now, don't be rude to him.
I'm not rude.
I am enigmatically distantand fashionably late.
Where are my shoes?
If you anger him,he'll ruin us.
Marry the Dukeand you'll be rich.
A clever marriageis your only option.
I have no intentionof marrying anyone.
Believe me,spinsterhood is bleak.
And love, does that meannothing to you?
It might smell rosyfor a year or two,
but love doesn't last.
What lasts is compromiseand sacrifice.
Children need love.
Adults need money.
- Hello, Jacques.- Marie. Marie.
Tell your mistress she's twomonths behind with the rent.
It's coming, I promise.
Two months!
Marie!
It's perfectly fetching.
I just long to see youin crimson silk.
- I couldn't wear that dress.- Oh?
I don't have the shoesto match. Sorry.
Oh, I'll rectifyyour errant shoelessness.
Maybe the good Duke
should've send youthe dress, Valvert.
Oh, no, I tried it.
It was too loose on the bust.
At least you havemore than one pair of shoes.
♪ What does it feel like ♪
♪ To slow dance in sunlight ♪
♪ With someone you love ♪
♪ Somebody who sees you ♪
♪ And won't ever leave you ♪
♪ AloneWhatever comes ♪
♪ I need something to die for ♪
♪ Write poems and cry for ♪
♪ And I won't be ashamed ♪
♪ I'm nobody's pet ♪
♪ No one's wifeNo one's woman ♪
♪ And I won't play that game ♪
♪ I'd give anythingfor someone to say ♪
♪ That they can't livewithout me ♪
♪ And they'll be thereForever ♪
♪ I'd give anything ♪
♪ For someone to say to me ♪
♪ That no matterHow bad it gets ♪
♪ They won't turn awayFrom me ♪
♪ What do you do ♪
♪ When you're always waiting ♪
♪ To find loveAt first sight? ♪
♪ If I'm naive ♪
♪ Why does all the poetry ♪
♪ Say that I might? ♪
♪ I have heard songs that say ♪
♪ Love conquers everything ♪
♪ However you name it ♪
♪ It's right thereIn front of you ♪
♪ Wherever you are ♪
♪ You just have to claim itClaim it ♪
thanks to Explossiveskull
Who's that?
The Duke de Guiche.
Second only to the King.
No, the lady.
Oh, Roxanne.
Well above your station,my friend.
Oh, what superb ribbons,Duke de Guiche.
Gorgeous piping. And trim.
Doeskin and beaver, ladies.
Doeskin and beaver.
Yes, thank you.
Stop there, sir.
In you go, sir.
Be swift, be crafty...
take from the womenand the men without swords.
And children?
A child witha full purse is an adult.
♪ I'd give anythingFor someone to say ♪
♪ For someone to say ♪
♪ That theycan't live Without me ♪
♪ And they'll beThere forever ♪
♪ I'd give anythingFor someone to say to me ♪
♪ That no matter ♪
♪ That no matterHow bad it gets ♪
♪ They won't turn awayFrom me ♪
♪ If love's thereI'll feel it and its stare ♪
♪ It'll be freedomAt first sight ♪
♪ I'll be walking on air ♪
♪ If love's thereWon't dare run away ♪
♪ I'll swallow my pride ♪
♪ And I'll ask ♪
♪ You to stay ♪
Thief!
Hey!
Stop that boy!
Hey! Stop him!
Play! Play! Play!
- Play! Play! Play!- Play! Play!
Play! Play! Play!
Have you seen Cyrano?
Not yet.
Would you like an orange?Yeah?
Pay! Pay! Pay!
Theater.
Inhale it, my boy. Literally.
Can you feel it? Yes?
Tonight you will seethe magnificent Montfleury,
the greatest actorof his generation.
Montfleury.
Him?
Montfleury!
Bravo! Bravo!
Happy is he who,
far from courtand Society's sway...
in isolation self-imposed...
shuns company.
And who...
when the soft windwhistles wishingly...
Montfleury,what are you doing here?
Cyrano?
- Cyrano?- Yes.
After your performancelast week,
I sent you a letterurging you to retire.
Cyrano.
Happy is he who,
far from courtand Society's...
Did you receive my letter?
Yes, I received your letter,and I burnt it.
I am a professional actor.
- Yes, you are!- Bravo!
I've received numerous prizes.
He has.
I have performed at courtfor the King himself.
- Indeed, you have.- Yes!
Yes.
I have beensuccessfully entertaining
the peoplefor over three decades.
And now I will act!
- Act! Act! Act!- Act! Act! Act!
Act! Act! Act!
Act!
Happy he who shuns...
Final warning!
In insulting me,you insult the dramatic muse.
And worse, you...you desecrate this theater,
this crucible of human...
humanity.
Hear, hear!
This sacred wooden O.
No, sir. Untrue.
- Huh?- I'm sorry, but you lie.
You've made this stageyour personal sty!
The dramatic musehas fled the building.
She scampered off when youstarted gilding the lily
with your great big voice.
The poor muse had no choice.
I love this placeand all it means.
Poetry, romance,terror, truth.
I've loved it here
- since early youth.- Ha!
Can't stand asidewhile you dishonor it
with your pumpingand your hideous jigs.
I will not abideyour thumping
and, ugh, dreadful wigs.
Montfleury,you've abandoned the truth.
You've lost your core.
You don't remember howtruth feels or what it's for.
So, now leave this stage,never to return.
And I'll applaudthe new integrity you'll earn.
Exit, Montfleury.
Shh!
I'm not moving one step
from the center of this stage.
I am necessary.
If you will not leaveby invitation,
then I am compelledto use force.
Help! Help me, someone!Protect me!
Arrest him! Help!
Please! Help me!
Please, Cyrano. Please.
Will anyone heredefend this great sausage?
I will duelwith any volunteer,
with all the honorcommensurate to his station.
Is anyone willingto fight for Montfleury?
You are no Samson.
I am no Goliath either,but I fight
like the two combined.
I think not.
Goliath was a giant.
Care to think again?
No volunteers?
You came hereto see Montfleury
and yet you're not willingto fight for him?
- Montfleury...- Sir, please.
I will count to three,
and you will exitstage right hurriedly.
Please.
- One...- Do something.
- Two...- Think of the play.
Three!
Ladies and gentlemen,please.
Jodelet! I came to see a play!
We paid to see a play!
And I have saved youfrom seeing a fiasco!
I paid to see Montfleury!
Yes,what about their money?
Always the money. Here.
Oh, at this price, sir,
you can closethe theaters every night.
Ladies and gentlemen,
you will be refundedin full at the door.
Dinner?
Oh, I'd love to. But no money.
You had a full bag of coins.
All donatedto the long-suffering
- patrons of this theater.- How will you eat?
The gestureis more than the meal.
You.
You're a freak.
The insult is antique,but I accept it.
Freak.
Is that it?
Have you exhaustedyour dictionary of scorn?
Who is this savage who daresto present himself in public
without ribbons,bows or braids?
I am not au courant,it's true.
But think of my deedsas my ribbons,
my humor as a bow.
Oh, do pipe down,or else you'll drown.
In verbosity.
A fellow poet.
Pleasure to meet you.Cyrano de Bergerac.
I accept your challenge.
I'll make short work of this.
Ah.
Isn't he a hoot?
A palpable miss.
It's hard to hit a targetquite so small.
The man is barelyfour feet tall.
♪ Sir, when I was born ♪
♪ The nursesLaughed hysterically ♪
♪ They'd never seen anythingQuite like me, apparently ♪
♪ I'll never forget itI can still hear them joking ♪
♪ One said "My goodness whathas God been smoking?" ♪
♪ From when I was bornI learned to control my tears ♪
♪ When they carried me homeThrough town ♪
♪ I left a trailOf broken mirrors ♪
♪ Yes, when children see meThey scream and run away ♪
♪ You're absolutely right ♪
♪ Halloween'sMy favorite holiday ♪
♪ I am a monsterI am a mutant ♪
♪ A freak of nature ♪
♪ I've heard all the hatefulUgly nomenclature ♪
♪ Can't you see ♪
♪ I'm much more thanYou think ♪
♪ I've heard it allSo many times ♪
You are a disgrace!
♪ Everybody knowsI'm so much more than a freak ♪
♪ If you wanna try to hurt me ♪
♪ You better get in line ♪
♪ You just have to say it ♪
♪ Can't you see I getit, it makes sense ♪
♪ He's muchmore Than you think ♪
♪ When you haveYour kind of talent ♪
♪ For clever vicious comments ♪
- ♪ My heart's not even angry ♪- ♪ He's heard it all ♪
- ♪ It's just the way It breaks ♪- ♪ So many times ♪
♪ And don't be so toughOn God ♪
♪ Everybody makes mistakes ♪
♪ Yes, one sight of meCould make a statue cry ♪
♪ Everybody knows ♪
- ♪ He's so much more ♪- ♪ Guess what else ♪
- ♪ When bluebirds land on me ♪- ♪ Than a freak ♪
♪ They shit themselvesAnd die ♪
- ♪ If you wanna try ♪- ♪ Whichever way I look at you ♪
- ♪ To hurt him ♪- ♪ Can't find a tasteful side ♪
♪ A specimen like youBelongs in formaldehyde ♪
♪ Yes, what you've heardIs true ♪
♪ I am not a rumor ♪
♪ I'm living proof thatGod has a sick sense of humor ♪
Cyrano! Cyrano! Cyrano!
Cyrano!
Yes. It all goes in.
And God, how it hurts.
He went too far.
Valvert insulted him,
and then challenged himto a duel.
Valvert is a Comte,and in my retinue.
I guarantee you
Cyrano took no pleasurefrom it.
You know him?
They're from the same town
- in the south west.- Cyrano is my oldest friend.
It would be to your advantageto end the friendship.
Roxanne, I won't wait forever.
Did I miss a proposal?
Oh, don't push your luck,pretty thing.
Don't do that.
How about a drinking song?
Like soldiers do.
We're better than that.
At least, I am.
May I ask you a question?
Anything.
Uh, it's a little personal.
I have no secrets from you.
Are you in love?
Whatever gave you that idea?
Ah, see,I knew you wouldn't like it.
Do I seem offended?
No. But your guard is up.
Uh, it's just some thingsare private.
What gave me that idea
was your performanceat the theater today.
I sensed you were playing
to one particular memberof the audience.
Oh, who?
Let's notcontinue this charade.
If you want to unburden, fine.
If you don't,that's fine, too.
Yes.
I am in love.
I dare.
My sole purpose on this Earthis to love Roxanne.
Do you feel better now?
Do you?
♪ Have you everwanted something ♪
♪ So badly you cannot breathe ♪
♪ Have you ever loved someone ♪
♪ Madly ♪
No, I don't think I have.
Isn't she magnificent?
Uh, she is,though perhaps a little vain.
Yes, but magnificently so.
There's some pretensionin there, too.
She's full of it.
I wasn't sureabout her hair today.
Agreed.
But even her imperfectionsare perfect.
In our little town,back in the day,
she waspractically worshipped.
To some she was notorious.
To me, glorious.
Does she know?
Do you think a personof her beauty
in mind, body, and souldoesn't know about it?
I mean, does she knowthat you're in love with her?
- No. No.- Hmm.
No. Someone like mesupposing to love perfection?
No. If I confessed...
she'd never see me again.
You don't havea very high opinion of her.
What? She's the Alps.
No, but you don't thinkshe has the depth
- to look beyond your...- Careful.
- ...unique physique.- Not bad.
Thank you.
To love you for who you areand not for how you look.
Yes, but don't you see?
I am simply not worthy of her.
♪ I've held my breathSince I saw her ♪
♪ I've tried to look awayBut I can't resist ♪
♪ I know every detail of her ♪
♪ I made a list ♪
♪ I can't tell you how long ♪
♪ I've thought about her ♪
♪ I've kept everythingShe's missed ♪
♪ She's gonna laughAt the one ♪
♪ That brings her loveLike this ♪
♪ Have you everWanted something ♪
♪ So badly you cannot breathe ♪
♪ Have you ever loved someone ♪
♪ Madly ♪
When you were fightingValvert, she was anxious.
Oh, she turned quite pale.
Her lips trembled.
They parted.
She touched her heart. Oh!
You should tell her.
You love her.
No. My fateis to love her from afar.
To confess is to shatterthe beautiful dream.
You forget,I've seen you in battle.
You're a fighter to the end.
But in loveyou've raised the white flag.
Have faith in her.Tell her the truth.
A word.
Roxanne wishesto meet with you alone.
What? Why?
She won't say, no matterhow much I berate her.
But she says it's urgent.
Take me to her at once.
Not now, you vulgar person.At night?
Then when?
She'll go to earlyMass tomorrow.
After she leaves the church,she'll meet with you.
Somewhere discreet,she said it must be private.
Ooh.
I'll thank you,Captain Le Bret,
to lower that eyebrow.
There is nothingunseemly here.
I bow to your expertisein the matter.
A venue, please.
I've never seen him silentbefore, it's quite appealing.
Let me think.
- Where?- I'm thinking where.
- Where?- Ragueneau's.
Seven o'clock.She'll be there.
I will too.
And so will I. Good night.
She wants to see me privately.
- There it is.- Alone.
Oh, no. I cannot succumbto hope!
Hope is madness. Hope is hell.
Hope is life!
Oh, I need an armyto vanquish!
I have ten hearts,I have twenty arms.
I could kill a hundred men.
Good night, my friend.
And good luck tomorrow.
This could be it.
Oh, have faith.
Where are you off to,this late hour?
Some things are private.
Thank you for dinner.
♪ Have youever Loved someone ♪
♪ Madly ♪
Well, I'd hoped to fight 100,but ten will do.
Morning, Ragueneau.
Cyrano! Just the man!
- What time is it?- Almost 6:00.
I'm up with the muse,so to speak.
A poem. Her soul eludes me.
Needs your expert ear.
I'm toldyou have a private room.
I mean, a roomwhere two people
can have some privacy.
Bit early for an assignation.
I mean talk privatelywithout interruption.
I'll show you.
Simultaneously, I'll recitewhat I have so far.
The poem is entitled"Constellation."
Good, eh?
Terrific.
Dear Roxanne.
♪ Every morningAt the break of light ♪
♪ I see youStanding in the sun ♪
♪ You look at meWith the kindest eyes ♪
♪ Every morning I'm overcome ♪
"My heavenly earthly desire."
Heavenly earthly, eh?
How's this?
Something more private?
Ah, I understand. Discretion.
Now...
"Jupiter and Plutoare planets,
"revolving like us,far apart."
♪ Sorrow and gloryAnd blinding euphoria ♪
♪ Everything's thereIn your name ♪
"May I woo you with my art."
- Good.- That's it thus far.
There's a long way to go,but be brutal.
Do you think the planetarymetaphor holds?
Perhaps consider sublimation.
Right.
A different patternof imagery.
Maybe somethingyou know intimately.
Ah. Mmm.
Anything in mind?
Baking?
Sensuality and longing
expressed throughthe act of baking.
Why not?
Rising dough.
Flour. Ovens.
Heat.
Oh, my God. Thank you.
Thank you!
♪ In darknessWhen I close my eyes ♪
♪ I see your hair come undone ♪
♪ I lose myself every time ♪
♪ Even now I'm overcome ♪
♪ RoxanneWhat am I supposed to say? ♪
♪ Words are onlyGlass on a string ♪
♪ The more I arrange them ♪
♪ And line up and change them ♪
♪ The more they meanThe same thing ♪
♪ Roxanne ♪
Roxanne!
Roxanne.
Do you like rabbit stew?
I loathe rabbits.
I hate their taste, and I hatethe way they savage a garden.
Shank of lamb?
She likes tongue.
For heaven's sake, Marie.
Go and eat.
Fine.
And I'll pray for your sinswhile I do.
A huge slab of tongue.Keep it coming.
Righto.
I have a confession to make.
Shall we sit?
Oh, you're wounded.
A scratch.
I know your shoddy work.
The dressing is loose.
Your confession?
Can wait a moment.
It's only a scratch.
It's a wound,and it needs cleaning.
I've been wounded many times.
This is not a wound.
Then we'll call it a cut.
"Scratch" is more accurate.
I dispute "more."
A thing is either accurateor it isn't.
There are no degreesof accuracy.
You taught me that.
As you wish.
I'll settle for "cut."
A deep one.
How did you get it?
Last night. A duel.
And look what happens.
You should see the other guys.
I'm not impressedby your swordsmanship.
Oh, I know.
Or rather, I know you pretendyou're not.
I'd be very angry with youif you died.
Only angry?
Incandescent.
This might hurt.
So brave.
Will you make your confession?
Yes, I must.
And there's only so muchtongue Marie can chew on.
I feel shy.
Never mind.
Yesterday, at the theater...
Yes?
I can barely believeI'm saying this.
I realized, or became aware,suddenly
that I was in love.
I see.
I am madly in love,but the man in question has no idea.
And I don't knowhow to tell him.
Perhaps he feels the same?
It's possible. I have hopes.
How do you know you love him?
Because it's as ifI've always known.
Always known him.
He was always there,
but this intenseromantic connection
had not yet manifested.
I understand.
Supposing it's all a delusion?
No, you're clearly in love.
My mind is racing.I'm feverish.
Would you like some water?
- No. It's got your blood in it.- You were saying?
I don't knowwhat I was saying.
Tell me about him.It might reassure you there's no delusion.
Yes.
Good.
I feel he is rather proud.
And very charming.
He is mysterious,but not obscure.
And his face is so brightwith intelligence.
What else?
Um...
He's very beautiful,obviously.
Is he?
Yes. But his natural modesty
means he's completelyunaware of it.
I've met people like that.
- They are so rare.- Yes.
Perhaps I could makea confession, too?
Yes, but I haven't mademine yet.
I'm sorry. Please continue.
This man I love is a guard.
- Ha!- In your regiment.
- Of course he is.- Of course?
In the sense that...
I interrupted.Please continue.
It's embarrassing to admit,
but I've neveractually spoken to him.
- Of your love?- Of anything.
It was love at first sight.
A thunderbolt. It's madness.
Fantastical.
And yet it's absolutely
real.
- Cyrano?- Here.
- You seem...- Just the wound playing up.
Poor you.
I have some ointment at home.
Supposing he's an idiot.
He might just bean incredibly beautiful man
with the mind of a rabbit.
Except he isn't.
He can't be.
I need him not to be.
Anyway, I've madesome discreet inquiries
and I am toldthat he is Christian.
Christian Neuvillette.
"Neuvillette"?Never heard of him.
He's a new recruit.
- He starts today.- Ah.
To the point.
To your presence here...
I know how the guardstreat the new recruits,
your ancient initiationrituals and so on.
So, please,will you protect him?
I can refuse you nothing.
And never let himfight a duel?
No.
And guard his lifewith your own?
- Yes.- And be his friend?
I might not like him.
All the same. Befriend him.
Yes.
And make him write to me.
And I'll write back.
We'll exchange long,poetic love letters.
I will suggestthat he write to you,
but I cannot control the contentor length of his letters.
You are always so kind.
Hmm.
No.
You said you have a confessionto make, too.
It's not important.
I will support youas you've supported me.
Really, it's nothing.
How's the hand?
Painless.
A scratch.
How many mendid you duel with last night?
A hundred.
Really?
Ten.
All the same, what courage.
I've done better since.
And one, two, three.
One, two, three.One, two, three.
One, two, three.
And one, two. One, two.
One, two. One, two.
One, two, three.
Captain.
I heard of yourrecent adventures.
I've come to expressmy admiration.
Cyrano.
I'm inviting youto join my retinue.
I thank the Dukefor his generous offer,
but I must decline.
Carry on!
There are a great manyadvantages to following me.
I know.
But I follow no one.
I'm told that you write poetry
in common with a greatmany men these days.
However, I'm told that youwrite poetry uncommonly well.
I like to publishthose that I admire.
I could put you into print,distinguish you.
I'd only change a few lines.I pay handsomely.
You could buy a fine pairof calfskin gloves.
I'm not for sale.Neither is my work.
- Aren't you proud.- Aren't you observant.
Take this seriously.
Those men last nightwere incompetent.
Others may not be.
Someone's taken against you.
Join my retinue,you'll be protected.
First, you try to recruit me,then you try to buy me.
When you learnI have no price,
you warn methat my life is threatened
by an unknown enemy.
I saw you last night.
The blood of those menis on your hands.
You're a tyrantposing as a noble.
Oh, what a shame we can'taccommodate each other.
'Cause you know something?
You'd makea sweet little companion
to the acquisitionI will make.
- Mmm-hmm.- Roxanne.
Guards!
Don't push him too far.
To be his enemyis a badge of honor.
- Which might get you killed.- Let him try.
I'll best any he sends.
Let them come.
He offered you a good wage.
I belong here.
With you. With them.
Left! Left! Left!Right! Left!
I will not be his toy.
What would you have me do,Le Bret?
Join his retinue?No, thank you.
Dedicate poems to de Guiche?
No, thank you.
Ah! I've heard how this works.
Who's first?
Do you want meto swallow insults?
To crawl? To kneel? To beg?
Play both sides? Flatter?No, thank you.
Live for other people'sopinions of me?
No, thank you. I prefera different life. My own.
I answer to no one,and I am content, thank you.
She doesn't love you?
Don't
ever say it.
Who's next?
I am.
Cyrano!
Cyrano! Cyrano! Cyrano!
What's so funny?
First, I fight an elephant,and now a mole?
What's your name?
Why?
I just like to know the namesof the men I kill.
I'm Christian Neuvillette,sir.
Embrace me.
Sir!
I'm her brother.
Aw.
Whose brother?
Who do you think?
- Roxanne.- Roxanne?
Yes.
You don't looklike her brother.
We're old friends,like siblings but not.
We're very close.
- And what...- She's told me everything.
The theater, loveat first sight, all of it.
She loves me?
She believes so.
Sir, I am so glad to know you!
Yes, enough of that.
Please forgive mefor insulting you earlier.
- I just...- Yes. Yes, yes.
- She loves me!- Now, listen.
She loves me!
Roxanne wantsa letter from you.
Oh.
- No?- Impossible.
If I write to her,it'll drive her away.
- Really? Why?- I can't write love letters.
- Rabbit.- Sorry?
You just say what you feel.
As long as it's true,you can't go wrong.
But a woman like Roxannewants wit, romance.
Maybe even poetry.
You're right.
You'd better leave town.
Oh, I didn't mean it.
I'm very confused.
Are you here to help meor hinder me?
- Help.- Good.
You see, in battleI have inordinate courage.
I can do anything.
But with women, my whole lifeI've been useless.
Silent. I'm...
What's the word for
when you're badat expressing yourself?
- Inarticulate.- That's it.
I can't explain what I feel,
not on paper,and not on paper.
I don't knowhow to speak romantically.
Roxanne will beextremely disappointed.
She must not be.
But I have no wit.
Borrow mine.
My words upon your lips.
I can't. It's a lie.
I'd be deceivingthe woman I love.
It's better than losing her.
Call it a fantasy, call ita dream, call it pretend.
A dream might be a lie,but it's also true.
Wait, what?
Sometimes illusion is kind.
- Is it?- I think so.
Read a book or two.You'll find out.
There's no need to bepatronizing.
- I'm sorry.- Accepted.
But will the deceit work?
Is the prizenot worth the risk?
Yes.
Oh, Roxanne...
will be so pleasedto receive your letter.
May I ask,why are you helping me?
What can you gain?
My words go to wasteunless spoken aloud.
I will make you eloquentwhile you make me handsome.
Hmm.
♪ God, what I'd doTo just be able to tell her ♪
♪ What it's likeWhen I see her ♪
- ♪ It's something like ♪- ♪ Happiness ♪
♪ It's something like ♪
♪ Hunger ♪
♪ And something like ♪
♪ Fear ♪
♪ I'd give anythingFor someone to say ♪
♪ All the words I don't have ♪
♪ And I can't put together ♪
♪ I'd give anythingFor someone to say to her ♪
♪ That she's allI can think about ♪
♪ And I can't liveWithout her ♪
♪ My father told me ♪
♪ Letters and books Weren'tmeant for The son of a soldier ♪
♪ Courage and steel ♪
♪ The trials of the real worldAre what matter ♪
♪ And all thatShould mold you ♪
♪ God, what I'd do ♪
♪ To have the one thingThat you have ♪
♪ That I never will ♪
♪ You have somethingWorth giving ♪
♪ A reason for living ♪
- ♪ All I do well is... ♪- ♪ Kill ♪
♪ I'd give anythingFor someone to say ♪
♪ All the words I don't have ♪
♪ And I can't put together ♪
♪ I'd give anythingFor someone to say to her ♪
♪ That she's allI can think about ♪
♪ And I can't liveWithout her ♪
♪ I'd give anythingFor someone to say ♪
♪ That they can't liveWithout me ♪
♪ And they'll beThere forever ♪
♪ I'd give anythingFor someone to say to me ♪
♪ That no matter howBad it gets ♪
♪ They won't turn awayFrom me ♪
Here.
Just sign your nameon the bottom.
Great. When did you write it?
- A while ago.- But...
I always havea letter in my pocket
written to an imaginary woman.
It's the romantic custom here.
But don't you need tomake it specific to her?
Count on vanityto make Roxanne
think it is only for her.
But the letter itself isapplicable to all women?
Not all.
I'm convinced we're destinedto be friends for life.
You think?
The very best of friends.
And I, my heart will lend.
Roxanne's?
Thank you.
Come on, children.Hurry up.
Roxanne...
♪ The ink on the paperMakes me nervous ♪
♪ I nearly lose my vision ♪
♪ And then my breathAnd my pulse ♪
♪ And my mind quicken ♪
♪ Head below my kneesI come alive ♪
♪ With every strokeOf every letter ♪
♪ In every line you write ♪
♪ Keeps me awakeThinking back ♪
♪ Oh, my first sight of youWas my first heart attack ♪
♪ Every letter makes meLose my reason ♪
♪ Every word is likeYour kindest touch ♪
♪ And if I told youHow much I need you ♪
♪ Would you give me yourselfOr turn and run? ♪
♪ You light up desireJust by describing it ♪
♪ I read to myselfUntil I go blind ♪
♪ Your words fall around meAll through the night ♪
♪ I can't resistAnd I don't want to fight ♪
♪ Will you be held? ♪
♪ Will you be touched? ♪
♪ By my handThrough this paper ♪
♪ Is this all too much? ♪
♪ Will we be ravaged? ♪
♪ Will we be true? ♪
♪ To somebody perfectSomebody like you ♪
♪ I'm tired of yearning ♪
♪ I'm tired of learning ♪
♪ I need to drink you ♪
♪ My heart has been burning ♪
♪ Ever since I saw you ♪
♪ Backwards through the glass ♪
♪ Of a thin windowpane ♪
♪ Like a thinSee-through mask ♪
♪ These words are the truth ♪
♪ Just let them sink in ♪
♪ Through yourThin-fingered gloves ♪
♪ To your hand, to your skin ♪
♪ Like ribbons on wrist ♪
♪ Let them hold you and twist ♪
♪ Let them touch you all over ♪
♪ Until you can't resist ♪
♪ Every letterMakes me lose my reason ♪
♪ Every wordIs like your kindest touch ♪
♪ And if I told youHow much I need you ♪
♪ Would you give me yourselfOr turn and run? ♪
♪ You light updesire Just by describing it ♪
♪ I read to myselfUntil I go blind ♪
♪ Your words fall around meAll through the night ♪
♪ I can'tresist And I don't wanna fight ♪
♪ Dim the lights ♪
♪ Give me everything I want ♪
♪ Just talk to meLike you do in your songs ♪
♪ Your letters are drawings ♪
♪ On me from above ♪
♪ I know who you areAnd I know you are love ♪
Every day I thinkI couldn't love him any more,
then a new letter arrives,and my heart expands
to accommodate more love.
He understands meinstinctively.
He knows exactly whatI respond to, what thrills me.
It's uncanny.
I'm pleased for you.
Are you really?
Why wouldn't I be?
It's quite tedious having tolisten to someone waxing on
about finding true love.
I wanted to meet with him.
In private.
Can you arrange it?
Would you love himif he wasn't handsome?
I cannot imagine it.
He is beautiful, and heexpresses himself beautifully.
It's perfectly logical.
"The more you takeof my heart,
the more I have to give.
Since I need a heartto long for you,
keep mine and send me yours."
First he has too much heart,and then not enough?
You're jealous.
Me?
It's fascinating.
You're both brilliant,but exact opposites in style.
Christian is overt,
passionate,
fiery.
Whereas I?
You are coded,
witty,
rueful.
"Coded"?
His wordsaren't better than yours,
just differently put.
But both areendlessly quotable.
You know his letters by heart?
Every one.
You will arrange the meeting?
As ever, I am at your service.
I've come to say goodbye.
I leave tonight for the front.
It's grim,but orders are orders.
We're losing the war.
They've promoted the nobilityto turn it around.
As you can see,they've made me a colonel.
Me.
Shows how desperate they are.
Does this new rank put youin command of the guards?
It does. Cyrano is mine.
And the guardsare being sent to the front?
Naturally.They're in my regiment.
- All of them?- Of course.
Why so upset, dear lady?
You are going to war.
You might die.
You are leaving tonight.
I am beside myself.
Can I take thisas a sign of your affection?
I must tell you.
Cyrano and Iare no longer friends.
Oh?
I ended the friendship,as you counseled.
Good.
I know how you couldmake him suffer.
Oh?
Why don't you leave himand all the guards behind?
Here in the citywith the women and children.
Oh, he'll hate that.
More than hate,it would humiliate him.
No heroics, no medals.
His warrior prideis his great weakness.
Am I to understand thisas an act of love?
It is.
I hereby bury his ordersto the front.
Poor little Cyrano,
and his poor little friends.
Marie, some tea.
I'm afraidwe are out of tea, sir.
Leave us.
I like your tricks.
I wager you know some more.
No, sir.
Oh, I think you do.
How can I leave you?
Maybe I won't.
Roxanne,
I...
love you.
I love you.
It's a terrible shame,but leave you must.
The battle can't happen...
without the colonel.
I so admire your bravery.
Yeah, I'm not brave.
- I'm dutiful.- You are too modest.
It is you who will leadthe charge into battle.
I could not love a manwho hides from danger.
Do you love me?
I love the manfor whom I fear.
So I must go to war?
Yes.
This is folly.
She saidshe wants to meet me,
so what's wrongwith surprising her?
You're not prepared.
She loves me,I don't need to prepare.
Why can't you relax?
Can you at least take a look
at theseconversational witticisms?
- No, thank you.- Memorize this now!
I'm going to speak to herin my own words.
I strongly adviseagainst that.
And when the moment is right,I'll take her in my arms.
There will be no momentif you don't study these.
I'll be fine.
All your fancy wordsand phrases
are now a partof my vocabulary.
I'll simply...I'll simply repeat them.
No, wait, what is it?
Regurgitate?
That's it!That's what I will do.
Off you go then.
I'm very gratefulfor your help...
but, with extreme respect,
I don't thinkI need you anymore.
Very well.
Fly to Roxanne.
Dazzle herwith your transcendent words.
Yeah.
Can you imagine?
Champagne!
"We don't write poemsto be happy.
We write to discover meaning.
We write to revenge lossand explicate love
to miss nothingin the profound hope
that upon our deaths
we continue...
to live in the words."
Christian.
Hello.
How did you knowI was here?
Which is not to saythat I flatter myself
by thinking you are hereto see me.
I... I heard about this...
Women's-only salon?
Oh.
Yes. From a friend.
Is she here?
No, she's a man.
I mean, he is.
Will you come with me?
So we can talk?
Of course.
- Whoa.- Isn't it beautiful?
Mmm.It is very steep.
Do you suffer from vertigo?
No. But I don't like heights.
There are some silencesthat are comfortable
and then there are some
that are freightedwith tension.
What do you thinkthe nature of this one is?
I think it's a bit of both.
I agree.
Talk to me.
- I love you.- Yes.
Sometimes raw, simple words
are the most potentdeployment of language.
I love you.
The sheer surpriseof repetition.
But say some more.
What else?
I love you so much.
When you write, you say itin a thousand different ways
without ever resorting
to those threeoverused little words.
Which little words?
Please, my dearest Christian,
speak to melike you do in your letters.
You are an angel to be adored.
My love is so, so big,it is...
it is absord.
I'm sorry?
You are a beautiful flower.
May I smell your neck?
Or give it a peckat this violet hour?
Neuvillette, sir.
- Don't go! Please wait.- My passion has rendered me...
- What is it?- Stupid?
No, but it does beginwith an "S."
Let me knowwhen you've found it.
And I am not a flower.
I need more.
♪ I need more ♪
- ♪ I need more ♪- ♪ I need more ♪
♪ Don't you dare tell meYou love me ♪
♪ I've heard that line before ♪
Speechless!
That's the word.
That went well.
You spied on us?
I couldn't resist.
Help me.
Please.
No.
You don't need me.
♪ Talk of the blankSpace behind the sun ♪
♪ Where you told meYou'd meet me ♪
♪ When everyone's gone ♪
♪ Tell me that nothingMakes sense ♪
♪ But the sound of my voiceIn your head ♪
♪ Even whenI'm nowhere around ♪
♪ Make love make senseIn the loveliest way ♪
♪ Infinite and simpleIn an ink black sky ♪
♪ Turn me to waterLike your letters do ♪
♪ Make me not knowWhether to laugh or cry ♪
♪ I need more ♪
♪ I need waves of desireTo come over me ♪
♪ And teardrops on the floor ♪
♪ I feel like I've been Toolong With my thoughts anyway ♪
♪ I've cornered myselfIn the loneliest place ♪
♪ I won't let you lose meNow that you've found me ♪
♪ You know what to say,So just say it now to me ♪
♪ I float through the hoursWith everyone else ♪
♪ But I always Onlythink of you By myself ♪
♪ Tell me your secretsWho are you in private? ♪
♪ When you can't sleep,Tell me how you survive it ♪
♪ I need more ♪
♪ I need waves of desireTo come over me ♪
♪ And teardrops on the floor ♪
Help me. I beg you.
If I don't win her back,I'll die.
Then you'd better improve
your regurgitation skills.
All right, I need you.
I was an idiot to believeI didn't. I apologize.
- You need me?- Always.
- Am I essential?- Of course.
Will you say my wordswithout pedantry,
prevarication, or quibbling?
- Just say yes.- Yes.
Good. Follow me.
♪ I need more ♪
♪ Don't you dare tell meYou love me ♪
♪ I've heard that line before ♪
♪ I need more ♪
Right. Now, you stand there.
And I will be here.
And when she returns,
I will whisperwhat you must say to her.
No.
Yes. I will feed youthe words.
It's madness!How can it possibly work?
Do not ruin this again.
Roxanne.
Who's there?
Speechless Christian.
I must talk to you.
I'd rather read your letters.
Please.
Do you regretwhat happened this evening?
Yes.
Yes?
That's your consideredexplanation and apology?
I'm beginning to fear you'rejust a weird young man
who likes writing letters.
Maybe you don't even love me.
Good night.
Wait.
I could no more stoploving you...
...than I could stopthe sun rising.
...than I can stopthe sun rising.
Really?
My cruel love has neverstopped growing in my soul...
From the dayit was born there.
...from the day it was born.
- There.- There.
If your love is cruel,you should have killed it.
I tried.
It has the strengthof Hercules.
I tried.It has the strength of...
Hercules.
...Hercules.
- Got anything better?- Shh.
Do continue. Please.
Roxanne, my love for youis so powerful...
...it has strangledthe two serpents...
pride and doubt.
Why do you speak so haltingly?
This is impossible.
No, it's working, keep going.
Are you goingto answer my question?
My speech seems halting,
because in this darkness
my words must stumbleto your ear.
What are you doing?
My wordshave no such difficulty.
Your words fall,mine must climb.
Then perhaps I shouldcome down to you.
- No.- No.
Why not?
I like this way of talking.
I like being invisibleto each other.
I cannot be stunnedinto silence by your beauty.
Here in this awkwardness,
I am free at lastto speak from my heart.
Why is your voicean octave lower?
I'm daring to be myself.
Why would you fearto be yourself?
To be laughed at.
For what?
For having too much emotion.
I do not look...
Speak as I feel.
♪ The way I feel is like ♪
♪ Falling stars ♪
♪ Diving intoCold ocean waves ♪
♪ Words can onlyGet me so far ♪
♪ But they cannot describe ♪
♪ The way that it hurts ♪
♪ 'Cause every time I see you ♪
♪ I am overcome ♪
♪ I try to tell you ♪
♪ Tell you how muchI need you ♪
♪ But I turn and run ♪
♪ Your lettersto me Are like music ♪
♪ They're just a maskIn a lonely coward's game ♪
♪ What is it you'reSo afraid of losing? ♪
♪ That I might lose everythingIf I lose the pain ♪
♪ 'Cause everytime I see you ♪
♪ I am overcome ♪
♪ It'd make you laughTo think someone like me ♪
♪ Could keep someone like you ♪
♪ Look what I've become ♪
♪ You wore your hair downOne time last spring ♪
♪ In the chapel ♪
♪ Your lips painted red ♪
♪ I remember the day ♪
♪ We hadn't met yet ♪
♪ How could you possiblyRemember that? ♪
♪ You watched me then ♪
♪ Why didn't youSay something? ♪
♪ 'Cause every time I see you ♪
♪ I am overcome ♪
♪ I try to tell you ♪
♪ Tell you how muchI need you too ♪
♪ But look what I've become ♪
♪ Nothing feels real anymoreWhen you're not around me ♪
♪ Even the skyLooks like it's behind glass ♪
♪ Hearing your voice now ♪
♪ I can seeEverything clearly ♪
♪ I can see that youReally are my love at last ♪
♪ But, oh, Roxanne ♪
♪ I'm right here, love ♪
♪ Words fail me ♪
♪ Please come to me ♪
♪ I try, but I can't ♪
♪ This is real love ♪
♪ Dare to believeYou'd have me ♪
♪ I have no doubt ♪
♪ I know thatYou're the one now ♪
♪ You don't know anything ♪
♪ I know that it's you ♪
♪ Roxanne, if this was true ♪
♪ Just tell meWhat you need now ♪
♪ Then I'd need for nothing ♪
♪ Just tell me what to do ♪
- Give me a kiss.- No!
Yes, I asked for a kiss,but I was too bold!
- You don't insist?- Yes.
- No.- Be quiet.
You were speaking of a kiss.
Yes, what is a kiss?
Surely, you know.
I meant metaphorically.
Is it a vow, a promise,
a confession,
a secret,
a moment of eternity,
a communion, a heartbeat?
No more metaphors.
Come claim your kiss.
Literally.
Go to her.
It seems wrong now.
Mmm. She wants you.
Uh, which housebelongs to Miss Roxanne?
Who wants to know?
- I have a letter for her.- From whom?
It's confidentialand urgent.
Miss Roxanne,
the noble Duke de Guicheasked me
in specific,as it is a holy matter,
to bring that letterdirectly to you.
My dearest,
I have sent a holy manto you with a choice.
You have declaredyour love for me
and I can no longer waitto enjoy your treasures.
I'm on my way to you.
If you keep the priest there,I will marry you.
If you send him away,
we shall consummate our lovewithout the bonds of vows.
Your choice.
Either way,
I will possess you tonight.
All well?
Miss Roxanne,what does it say?
This letter is deliveredinto your hands by a saintly,
and extremely discreet priest.
Inform him...
Roxanne?
...that it isthe Cardinal's will
that he give the blessingof holy matrimony
in secret and without delayin your home
to you...
and...
and Christian Neuvillette.
What?
I told you it wasa holy matter
from a worthy lord.
Is this okay with you,my love?
Nothing could make me happier.
It says we must hurry.
Roxanne?
Yes?
De Guiche is on his way here.
Then you will delay him.
Thank you.
Thank you.I could not be happier.
♪ I deserve a little kindness ♪
♪ I deserve my due respect ♪
♪ I deserve to be beloved ♪
♪ Just like everybody else ♪
♪ I deserve my placeIn heaven ♪
♪ I deserve an equal share ♪
♪ I deserve my rightful cut ♪
♪ Of everything everywhere ♪
♪ God, Roxanne ♪
♪ Am I asking for too much? ♪
♪ Why should I have to begFor what everybody wants? ♪
♪ Take me right now ♪
♪ I don't careIf I have your love ♪
♪ I'll have no fear ♪
♪ Nothing's evenNothing's fair ♪
♪ RoxanneI didn't ask to be here ♪
♪ I'll pick the lockI'll draw the knife ♪
♪ I'll climb the wallI'll crash the gate ♪
♪ 'Cause I deserveA happy life ♪
♪ Whatever I'm not givenI'll take ♪
"Love is patient.
- ♪ God, Roxanne... ♪- Love is kind.
- ♪ ...am I asking... ♪- It does not envy.
♪ ...for too much? ♪
It does not boast.It is not proud."
♪ Why should I have to begFor what everybody wants? ♪
It keepsno record of wrongs.
In sickness and in health,until death do you part."
I do.
"Roxanne,
do you take Christianfor your lawful husband
to have and to holdfrom this day forward?"
♪ I deserve a little kindness ♪
- ♪ I deserve my due respect ♪- Roxanne...
♪ I deserve to be beloved ♪
- ♪ Just like everybody else ♪- ...and fidelity.
♪ God gave me the lifeI'm living ♪
♪ You better make no mistake ♪
♪ I deserve to be forgiven ♪
♪ Whatever I'm not given ♪
♪ I'll take ♪
Do you knowwhat's happened in there?
The slut.
She's married a guard.
She's insane.
I'm through with love.
Does one nothing but harm.
I'm going back in there.
Attention.
You, get out of here.
You, I don't wantto see your face.
- Neuvillette.- Sir.
Your regiment leavesfor the war tonight.
You are to departfor the front at once
and deliverthese orders immediately.
You promised the guards wouldnot be sent to the front.
Promises?
Say goodbye to your husband.
Do you meanto make me a widow?
Only God knows.
Christian.
Come, Christian.We must go.
Roxanne, I love you,and I will return to you.
Enough.
Cyrano.
Promise me he will notbe cold or hungry.
I can't promise that.
Promise mehe will be faithful.
Of course he will,but I cannot promise you.
Promise me
he will write.
That I can promise you.
♪ How isit I feel you closer to me ♪
♪ Now that the world'sBetween us? ♪
♪ What I wouldn't doJust to get some sleep ♪
- ♪ But we're taking fire ♪- ♪ But we're taking fire ♪
♪ There are some thingsThat my mind can't do ♪
- ♪ The machine takes over ♪- ♪ The machine takes over ♪
♪ I'd kill the worldTo get back home to you ♪
- ♪ But I'm getting tired ♪- ♪ But I'm getting tired ♪
♪ If I close my eyes,Maybe I'll see you there ♪
♪ One more time ♪
♪ And I will give you my word ♪
♪ I'm so afraidYou won't believe it ♪
♪ And if I told youAll I've done ♪
♪ I know it'd make you cry ♪
♪ So I will close my eyesAnd let the falling skies ♪
- ♪ Lay down between us ♪- ♪ Lay down between us ♪
♪ I will close my eyesAnd let the falling skies ♪
- ♪ Lay down between us ♪- ♪ Lay down between us ♪
Friendly!Friendly Coming through.
Cyrano.
Every morning, they shoot.
And every morning, they miss.
And one morning,they'll get lucky.
You're risking your lifeto send a letter.
I promised her he would write.
It's a suicide mission.
Those orders from the Kingcommand me to decide
which of my units must perish.
Do I send the most expendable?
Where are you going?
To write a letter.
Or the bravest?
The guards.
Make out the orders
to Captain Le Bretimmediately.
We'll let God decide the rest.
I take no pleasure in this.
I serve my King.
Not my spite.
Form break.
- Present arms.- Platoons! Get ready.
Platoon commanders,steady your men!
Form line!
This child has deliveredour orders from the King.
These are from de Guiche.
Correct.In service of the King.
We've been holding thisgodforsaken rock for months.
On the King's orders.
And now we havethe noble distinction
of being chosento mount an attack.
De Guiche wants me dead.
The odds are against us.
I'd rather diedown there fighting
than starve up here waiting.
Then ready yourself.
Form line!
Captain,steady your men!
Collect the letters.
♪ I have a wife ♪
♪ I haven't seen ♪
♪ Since lilacs bloomedIn Saint-Hippolyte ♪
♪ She always wears them ♪
♪ In her hair ♪
♪ And she lets themFall down everywhere ♪
♪ I can see herIn the glowing light ♪
♪ Dressing without a sound ♪
♪ I promisedI'd be home all right ♪
♪ But I gottaLay this body down ♪
♪ So take this letter ♪
♪ To my wife ♪
♪ And tell herThat I loved my life ♪
♪ And tell my boys ♪
♪ The Lord, he found me ♪
♪ When I sayTheir names out loud ♪
♪ They're all around me ♪
♪ And tell 'em ♪
♪ Not to cry at all ♪
♪ Heaven ♪
♪ Is wherever I fall ♪
♪ I have a girl ♪
♪ I think I love her ♪
♪ I should have told her ♪
♪ Instead I told her mother ♪
♪ I gave her chocolates ♪
♪ I bought a ring ♪
♪ But I neverTold her anything ♪
♪ But I can see herIn every detail now ♪
♪ Turning in my mind ♪
♪ I barely knewThat girl at all ♪
♪ But I will love herTill the end of time ♪
♪ So take this letter ♪
♪ To my girl ♪
♪ Tell her that I sawThe whole world ♪
♪ Say that right beforeI fell ♪
♪ I said her name out loud ♪
♪ Isabelle ♪
♪ And tell her ♪
♪ Not to cry at all ♪
♪ Heaven ♪
♪ Is wherever I fall ♪
♪ I have a father ♪
♪ He isn't well ♪
♪ He thinks he mightBe going to hell ♪
♪ He was a sinner ♪
♪ He liked to fight ♪
♪ So I don't know,He might be right ♪
♪ I can see himvery Sunday morning ♪
♪ Diving into the fray ♪
♪ He wasn't oneOf God's best men ♪
♪ But I loved him anyway ♪
♪ So take this letter ♪
♪ To him, please ♪
♪ And tell himI can't wait to see him ♪
♪ I went in first ♪
♪ I rang the bell ♪
♪ I called his name out loudAnd I gave 'em hell ♪
♪ So tell him ♪
♪ Not to cry at all ♪
♪ Heaven ♪
♪ Is wherever I fall ♪
♪ Tell 'em ♪
♪ Not to cry at all ♪
♪ Heaven ♪
♪ Is wherever I fall ♪
♪ Tell 'em ♪
Roxanne.
- ♪ Not to cry at all ♪- I know.
I wish I could write herone last letter.
- You have.- Heaven
Let me see.
♪ Is wherever I fall ♪
No need.
Of course there's a need.
What's this?
What?
This.
It's a tear stain.
Is it? That's odd.
We poets sometimesare so moved
by our own creationsthat we...
It's poetic empathy.
You cried writing this letter?
Yes. I cannot bearnot to see her again.
We will never see her again.
You, her beloved husband,
might dieand never see her again.
That is the tear stain.
You're in love with her.
What?
Uh, you've gone mad.You're starving.
Deny it then.
Do you love her?
It's too simple.
I knew it.
But I didn't...
I didn't darelet myself believe it.
I feel sick.
- You've always loved her.- I will deny it.
You can't deny it.You can't even hide it.
Christian, listen to me.
If I should dieand you should live,
and she mentions the letters,
- do not be surprised...- At what?
If she mentions their volume.
You've written to hermore often than you know.
- How often?- Often enough.
- Twice a week?- More.
- Three times a week?- More than that.
- Four? Five?- More.
- Every day?- Yes, every day.
She doesn't love me.
Of course she does.
In her most recent letter,she said she loves me
because of my soul.
What could be more loving?
You are my soul!
We have to tell her the truth,
and you must confessyour love.
The world will neveraccept a midget
and a tall beautiful woman.
Never mind the world.What about Roxanne?
She's got a huge heart.
In the same letter,
she reassured methat she'd still love me
even if I return fromthis hell a broken man,
disfigured and body destroyed.
She said that?
Mm.
Don't believe her.
Don't doubt her.
Take your positions!
We have betrayed her.
We can never tell her.It'll break her heart.
We have to tell her.
It's our moral...
- Our moral...- Ob...
Obligation.
See youon the other side!
We mustlet her decide our fate.
One of us, none of us...
She must have the choice.
Form the line!
And I'm certainshe'll choose you.
She's already chosen you.
Love at first sight.She married you.
She doesn't love me.She doesn't even know me.
She doesn't love me either.
I think she does.
And I would prefer to be loved
for my true selfor not at all.
Get ready!
Christian.
Attention!
♪ Tell 'em ♪
See you on the other side!
♪ Not to cry at all ♪
♪ Heaven ♪
♪ Is wherever I fall ♪
Soldier, back in line!
♪ Tell 'em ♪
Soldier!
- ♪ Not to cry at all ♪- Christian! No!
♪ Heaven ♪
♪ Is wherever I fall ♪
You will live.
You will live for Roxannewho loves you.
Tell her everything.
Please.
Everything.
Roxanne.
Forward!
Forward!Forward! Forward!
♪ Tell 'em ♪
♪ Not to cry at all ♪
♪ Heaven ♪
♪ Is wherever I fall ♪
♪ Tell 'em ♪
♪ Not to cry at all ♪
Make ready!
- And fire!- ♪ Heaven ♪
♪ Is wherever I fall ♪
- Fire!- ♪Tell 'em ♪
♪ Not to cry at all ♪
Fire!
♪ Heaven ♪
♪ Is wherever I fall ♪
Sister Claire,must I remind you,
you have accepteda life without mirrors?
Stop admiring yourself
or I will be forcedto tell Cyrano.
Oh, no.He'll make such fun of me.
And promise me you willstop trying to convert him.
He's been coming hereevery Saturday
for as long as I can remember.
Why does he not believe?
Miss Roxanne is his faith.
His weekly visitsare his service.
It saddens mehe won't see heaven.
I'm sure the Lordhas a plan for him.
You should worry abouthis remaining time on Earth.
Get him to eat.
He always sayshe's not hungry.
- Hmm.- He says,
"I ate good meat yesterday."
It's not true.
He's too proud to admithe can't afford it.
He's starving.
Insist he eats with usthis evening.
Yes, Mother.
He'll be here at 6:00to bring her the news.
- Dear Roxanne...- Dear Roxanne.
...how many timeshave I sat by your side
and wanted to tell you?
- Dear Roxanne.- Almost told you?
Dear Roxanne.
There is nothingso dangerous and sweet
to keep as a secret like this.
I have sublimated.
Tell her. Tell her.
How many lettershave I written...
- Tell her.- Trying to spell it out
- plainly.- Plainly.
Simply.
Without art.
Tell her the truth.
You. Always you.
You. You.
I love you.I've always loved you.
Tell her. Tell her.
I will die loving you,and you will never know.
Tell her.
He'll be here.
He's always on time.
Going somewhere?
You're late.
I was delayed.
By what?
An untimely visitor.
You sent him away?
I fear I only put him offfor a short while.
Well, he will have to wait
because I will not let youleave before nightfall.
You've cut yourself.
A scratch, really.
Aren't you goingto tease Sister Claire?
She waits for it all week,you know.
Sister Claire,you have such lovely eyes.
Why do you keepthem cast down?
I ate good meat yesterday.
When you're ready,come to the dining hall.
Then I'll give youa big bowl of soup.
- Yes.- Good.
I think Sister Claireis trying to convert you.
I am not.
Mother warned me off.
Sister Claire.
Tonight,I will let you pray for me.
I have not waitedfor your permission.
Do you rememberthe day we first met?
Yes.
It was early morningin early June.
I'd come to borrow a bookfrom your father.
We found you curled upon the floor
in the libraryin the dawn light,
a tome for a pillow.
You were reading the very bookthat I'd come for.
I refused to give it up.
Your youth made it forgivable.
I hadn't finished reading it.
I didn't mind.
You said you'd give it to mewhen you had.
And I did.
It was as if we'd alwaysknown each other.
And now we have.
They say light is the soulof a holy space.
It's designed to be enough.
Enough beauty...
to just let go.
Are you melancholy?
No.
Do you have my daily paper?
Yes, I do.
Good.
Last Saturday, the 19th,I saw you.
And then a week passed
in whichnothing important happened,
and now here I am again.
- Cyrano.- All right.
Uh, the news.
On Saturday, the head of stateate too many prunes
and he took to his bedwith a fever.
He was executedby his physician
and now he is feelingmuch better.
There was a ball on Sunday,
and 762 wax candleswere burned
out...
On Monday,our troops were reported
to have beaten everyone
everywhere.
On Tuesday, a tiny little dog
had to be givena very large enema.
On Wednesday, nothing.
On Thursday,
someone somewhere,who isn't us,
took a new lover.
On Friday,
I was the queen...
of...
almost.
Today...
Today, I...
I...
Shall we get you that soup?
Not yet.
Oh, my dear.
What is to be done?
Just my old woundfrom the war.
Damn that war.
You told me one dayyou would let me read
Christian's last letter.
Now?
Please.
Thank you.
"Farewell, Roxanne,
I believe this will bemy last day, my beloved.
My soul is heavywith unexpressed love.
Fullness of heartcannot be recorded.
It will not live onin my bones when I am gone.
It will not be buriedin my grave.
The exact measure of my lovecannot be given to you
in words to outlastmy last breath.
No matter how I wish it,for I am dust.
And dust to dust, I'm...
I'm going to die today,my love."
You are not reading.
You are remembering.
It was you.
No, Roxanne.
- Make your confession.- No, Roxanne.
- The letters.- No.
- The words.- No.
The voice in the nightbelow my balcony.
All of it. You.
I married him that nightbecause of your words.
You married him, not my words.
Why are you denying it?
Because I do not love you,my love.
- Yes, you do.- Christian loved you.
- You wrote that letter.- No.
- That tear is yours.- The blood is his!
Why tell me now? Why?
I believe this will bemy last day.
No.
♪ No, Cyrano ♪
♪ I won't let you go ♪
♪ How can you not see? ♪
♪ I'm alone, Cyrano ♪
♪ I've nowhere to go ♪
♪ You have to stay with me ♪
♪ Oh, Roxanne ♪
♪ I don't understand ♪
♪ The one you love's not here ♪
♪ I buried that man ♪
♪ With my very own hands ♪
♪ Long agoIn a blackberry field ♪
♪ Have you everWanted something ♪
♪ So badly you cannot breathe ♪
♪ Have you ever loved someone ♪
♪ Madly ♪
♪ It's okay, Roxanne ♪
♪ I've known what I am ♪
♪ From the secondYour eyes held mine ♪
♪ Ever since then ♪
♪ I've been a patient man ♪
♪ Patient with desire ♪
♪ I know, Cyrano ♪
♪ I know who you are ♪
♪ Love, I feel the same ♪
♪ So, no, Cyrano ♪
♪ I won't let you go ♪
♪ Love's a painfulPainful game ♪
You love me.
Yes.
And I will not lose you twice.
♪ Have you ever ♪
- ♪ Wanted something ♪- ♪ Wanted something ♪
♪ So badly you cannot breathe ♪
♪ Have you ever loved someone ♪
♪ Madly ♪
It's you I love.
You loved the words.
No.
You.
I love Cyrano.
Cyrano is my love.
I have always loved Cyrano.
And I loved...
my pride.
No.
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