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MISS BOOTS
Where are you going, dressed like that?
I'm going to the opera.
They're coming to get me.
Vivi, no one's coming to get you.
Who are you?
Simone, your granddaughter.
Come.
I made you some soup. It's really good.
It's your recipe.
Come.
This is you.
You really loved horses.
His name was Buck.
This is my dad, your son.
He was an airplane pilot.
And this is our plane, the Rocket.
My dad called it Maurice.
This is Evelyne, my mom.
This was on my eighth birthday.
Simone…
Yeah, Vivi, it's me.
Simone.
Dear God.
There was an accident.
A car accident.
Yes, that's why it's just you and me now.
And Boots.
Hi, sweetie.
I'm really proud of you.
You take care of Vivi all on your own
and your animals.
Mom, I miss you.
I miss you all the time.
How's your opera coming along, Mr. Bloom?
Billy…
I read every article in the papers.
I thought we agreed…
Will it be as good as Evelyne?
… you'd leave the bags at the door.
Mr. Regis was very clear. No bags in the hall.
It's Friday, Mr. Bloom.
On Fridays, I deliver your groceries.
- What day is it? - Friday.
Friday…
Like the day after Thursday.
I had to deliver Friday.
Like me.
Your groceries!
If you need help with your opera,
I'm feeling very inspired right now!
Before you play the music, I want you to know it's not complete.
It's not complete.
It's… a work in progress. Not complete.
It's just an idea.
Yes, Albert, honey.
We're gonna go for a nice walk!
Mr. Bloom! What a nice surprise!
A real piece of work!
Like you, Mr. Regis.
EVERYONE BUGS ME
Watch it!
OK, we heard you the first time!
It's not done. It's a start… an idea.
Mr. Bloom…
There you are!
What did we say about going out at night?
Don't make that face.
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
Don't play dumb.
Let's go feed the others.
Hey! Not a moment too soon.
I still think you could send someone to get these.
You've been holed up in your apartment for months.
I'm perfectly happy in my apartment.
I have everything I need in my apartment.
This is interesting.
Really?
Yeah, well…
It's… an idea…
It's not complete, of course, but it's…
It's just a little something.
Why are you writing? What are you writing?
I'm a conductor, Philip. I'm working.
No, no, no, it's…
No, it's… Yeah, it's not good.
Now that I hear it, I can tell it's no good.
This is not good…
I'm not well, Paul.
I don't understand what's happening to me.
I'm telling you, it's fantastic.
Menard…
One of our best operas to date.
He's the opera director. You can't avoid him forever.
Oh yes, I can.
Hey. Where's the rest of it?
Philip Bloom!
What a pleasant surprise!
Am I ever happy to see you!
Have you seen the set? You gotta see the set!
The opera…
Beautiful, isn't it? Look at the set.
What do you see, Philip?
Singers.
Bravo, Philip.
And what would you say those singers are missing?
I'd say…
A pianist, Philip.
Yes. We're missing a pianist.
Do you know why we're missing a pianist, Philip?
Do you know why?
Because our pianist left.
Because usually, a pianist plays piano.
And to play piano, they need… sheet music.
I'm working on it. I know, and I'm working on it.
Listen, I know the critics were tough on your last operas.
But I tend to disagree with those naysayers.
I don't think you're washed up.
They said I was washed up?
Among… other things, yes.
Paul, how's the music coming along?
Oh, it's good. Very, very good.
Good, good.
I need more time.
What do you mean, more time?
What does he mean, more time? We are opening the season.
Yes. No, it's…
He's talking about the scene change.
He needs more time in the music for Rose's arrival.
Because musically, it's really coming along.
Right, Philip?
Do I need to worry, Paul?
No.
It's all under control. We're working on the finale.
Billy, I'm gonna kill you with…
a stapler!
- Paul? - Philip!
I told Menard you were working on the finale. The finale!
You've been at it for months. You must have something in here…
I need more time.
There's no more time, Philip. It's the season opener.
You could say you stopped by and found me dead.
I had a heart attack. Could happen, right?
I can't be humiliated again, Paul!
It would be physically impossible for me…
Evelyne…
Masterpiece.
Night after night, crowds moved to tears, standing ovations.
I still remember the cheers, the euphoric crowds!
OK, OK, breathe, breathe!
Don't move.
Don't move, don't move.
Don't move.
Here!
Take this.
OK.
You're not taking your meds?
I can't hear the music anymore.
I try.
I listen.
I'm always listening. I don't hear it anymore.
But you have a gift.
You composed one of the greatest operas of our time.
That was 15 years ago.
Yeah.
You're not gonna answer that?
I don't have a phone.
Yes, you do.
No, I don't.
You do have a phone, and it's ringing.
Phone.
Hello?
Hello.
She lived a good life.
But she lived a good life.
She lived a very good life.
Ah, thank you.
Thank you.
It's too long. It's been too long.
It's been…
And, uh, my condolences.
Thank you.
She looks almost unrecognizable, no?
That's not your mother.
It's Mrs. Desmarais. You know, the hairdresser.
Your mother was cremated yesterday.
Come.
She left detailed instructions in her will.
There she is!
Yeah, uh, sorry.
It all happened so fast. I didn't have time to arrange things.
It's fine. Thank you.
Mr. Bloom.
Ms. Jennifer, from Social Services.
I know this is a difficult time…
but we have to talk about Simone.
Simone?
Your niece.
My niece…
Yes. Your niece, Simone.
Simone?
I'm not leaving my house!
Simone!
You can't have the house until you are 18, sweetie.
We've been over that. Open up!
Who's he?
This is Philip, your father's brother.
What does he want?
Ideally, he'd like to get home as soon as possible.
So, the lady here will…
She'll find you a family and—
I don't need a family! Can't you understand that?
I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself.
A little stubborn. But what… hey!
She's perfectly capable of looking after herself!
She just said so.
No, no, no.
Give me your keys.
It's not my car…
Your keys.
You're a little scary.
I'll make some calls and be back by noon tomorrow.
Until then, you stay put.
And look after her. Is that clear?
You better be here by noon.
It's chicken.
Yeah, it's Lorette.
Of course.
Lorette.
How come you never visited your mother?
Not visiting your mother is weird.
My mother and I…
We didn't really understand each other.
You had a fight?
You could say that.
You could have made up.
Do you like going to the village school?
I don't go to school.
My mom said schools kill creativity in children.
She home schooled me.
So, what do you do all day?
I take care of my animals.
Why weren't you at my parents' funeral?
Missing your brother's funeral is weird.
Did you have a fight with him too?
It's a bit more complicated than that…
And if you don't mind…
I'd rather not discuss my problems with my—
It's a skunk!
Where have you been?
Come, sweetie.
Eat. It's good, huh?
She… she's, she's eating.
"She… she's, she's eating." Of course she's eating!
Get over it! She's allowed to eat too.
Quit freaking out. She's fixed.
It's OK.
Don't worry, Boots.
Whatever happens, we'll stick together.
We're sticking together.
Simone…
Come down, please.
No, I'm staying right here.
There are no other options right now.
What's going on?
No way am I going to live with him!
With him? Who's him?
It's a temporary arrangement, just until I find…
I'm not living in the city!
Simone, get back here!
City? What city? No!
I'm not living in the city!
I don't think you understand the complexity of my situation.
I'm in a professional crisis.
And I use the word "crisis" because that's exactly…
Unless you're deemed unfit to care for her, you're my only option.
I hope you're packing your suitcase!
Unfit? I am unfit.
I'm very, very unfit.
I'm the very definition of "unfit."
I mean physically or financially unfit.
She will live with you until I find a family that won't die or abandon her.
Is that clear?
I'm in a bit of a predicament right now.
When we get there, I'm going to have to work.
In silence.
I work in silence.
What?
We can't hear ourselves talk.
You wanna talk? OK, let's talk.
What do you do anyway?
I compose music.
You compose music?
And you don't like country?
First off, that wasn't country.
It was folk.
And, no.
I don't see what's so great about people singing that…
their life sucks.
It's a love song.
That girl has a broken heart.
I bet you know nothing about love.
Are you married?
No.
Are you gay?
No.
If you're gay, that's perfectly fine. Very natural.
I'm not gay.
Mr. Boar is gay.
I tried to mate him with a sow…
I'm not gay!
Not a reason to get mad.
Do you have a girlfriend, then?
Can I meet her?
I don't have a girlfriend, OK?
I'm alone. I live alone.
Solo. OK?
What kind of music do you compose?
Opera.
Opera?
Opera is a meeting of the arts. It's theatre, singing…
I know what an opera is.
Maybe if you wrote country, you'd have a girlfriend.
A little help?
Yes, excuse me.
Hi! I'm Simone.
Hi! Regis.
Hi! I'm Simone.
Why are you saying hi to everyone?
Nice place!
Leave it all here.
We're so high up!
Take off your shoes.
It's your room!
No, no, no!
Get off my bed!
You have a bathroom in your room?
Yes, but…
It has two doors!
Can you please stop running around with my mother?
Will the young lady be staying long?
We're hoping…
No!
Don't move.
Come here.
There's one rule here.
Actually, there's a lot of rules.
But the most important one is that you never…
ever go into my studio.
Let's go get you settled in.
What if there's a fire and everyone needs to evacuate,
but you're in the studio?
Let me burn.
Say there's an epidemic and everyone's dying,
and to survive, I have to go out through your window…
Well, I am going to… OK?
There isn't even a bed!
No bed? OK.
Put this here.
That there.
Oh, look at that… OK.
Don't need this.
There.
A bed.
If you want sheets, they're in the bathroom cupboard.
Hi there!
Stay here and be quiet.
You'll have to be invisible.
Invisible.
Just stay quiet and don't make a peep.
Not a peep.
Wait!
- Still there? - Yep!
Let's cross!
OK!
Are they worried the roof's gonna fall?
Follow me.
Perfect.
What's perfect?
- Your office. - My office.
Here, you can draw or write.
Whatever you want.
Just stay put until I come back to get you.
Mr. Bloom.
Something to eat or drink, young lady?
No thanks, Giovanni.
If you listen carefully,
you'll hear the rehearsal through the cracks on the stage.
La musica, la bella musica, bella musica!
You stay right here and don't make a peep. OK?
We found a new pianist, a music teacher.
She played me one of her own pieces. It was impressive.
A music teacher.
She's a bit odd, but she's a treasure.
Lost in the bottom of the sea, but a treasure nonetheless.
By the way, she had great tweaks for Rose's theme.
She what?
They're more like suggestions.
And if she ever gets here, I'll introduce you.
Do I have to meet everyone?
Yes.
And we still don't have music for the transition to Rose's theme.
No, I have it!
I have it. I thought…
I have it.
Excuse me. I'm sorry.
- No problem. - Sorry.
Excuse me.
I have it here.
I had a kid with a stomach flu at the school.
Too much information.
I reworked Magnum Opus.
I took the liberty of composing something here.
I don't know if…
- Yes. - I can…
Yes, absolutely. Yes.
Let's take it from the transition.
Paul…
Paul!
Wait.
It's Rose's dress.
Who's that?
The lead in the opera.
You made this?
Yes.
Do you like it?
Yeah. It's really nice.
You have to admit, she wrote a good transition.
I'm not here.
Maybe she could help you with the rest.
You want a music teacher to compose my opera?
Of course not!
No, not compose it…
More like… help you compose it.
Help me. You want her to help me.
It's an opera by Philip Bloom!
I'm just saying it can't hurt.
A lot of great composers have collaborators.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Montreal Opera proudly presents Mademoiselle…
Boots!
- Let's pretend you didn't say anything. - Philip…
No, I'm going home to lock myself up and finish my opera in…
What is it?
I left her in the basement.
- Who? - Simone.
Watch out!
I can't compose an opera and take care of a child.
Isn't she in school?
School? No school will take her.
Alice teaches at Saint Peter's.
Alice… Who's Alice?
The new pianist.
You and your music teacher…
Boots!
Thanks. She's mine.
What's her name?
Boots.
Boots…
That's a cute name.
- Here. - Thank you.
Oh, look.
She has a skunk.
OK.
I don't care how, but get rid of her, and fast.
I can't get rid of Boots. She's my best friend.
Make real friends like a normal kid.
You're one to talk! You have no friends.
I'm not normal either.
Crap!
Boots!
What is this?
Crap.
Careful! There's a skunk in my bag.
She's not dangerous. She's fixed.
Don't worry. I know he scared you.
I won't get rid of you.
My uncle doesn't want her living in his apartment.
I have to find a place to hide her.
I might have a place.
Not bad, huh?
I fixed it up myself.
I come here to relax, get inspired.
GIRL
I still have a couple things to fix,
but it's a good house for your skunk, no?
It's really nice, for real.
I'm just worried she'll feel alone.
She's used to sleeping with me.
We could find her some friends.
There are lots of abandoned animals in the city.
Ms. Jennifer, we had discussed a temporary arrangement.
But we never really established how long exactly that would be.
So, yeah…
I'm just worried that the temporary will become permanent,
and I was thinking it would be good to…
Hello?
Mr. Bloom?
No.
You're Mr. Bloom.
Paul warned me you'd slam the door in my face.
He also told me to tell you I'm just here to help.
I don't need any help.
He told me you'd say that too.
OK.
Paul gave me the score.
I played it. It's wonderful.
I couldn't believe I was playing Philip Bloom.
I teach all my kids Evelyne.
By "kids," I mean my students, of course.
It's not like I have a lot of kids.
I don't have kids.
I reworked a few transitions
and took the liberty of writing a theme for the country.
If it helps, great.
Otherwise, it's fine.
I'm realizing I may be talking to a door
and you may have resumed your activities,
so I'll go.
Bye!
This may have been a bad idea. We should go.
I think you have animals that need a home.
I have wild beasts that need me to put them to sleep
so they don't attack kids.
OK, well, thanks anyway.
That's exactly what we're looking for.
This ain't a pet shop, little girl.
"Little girl"?
Little girl.
Oh, that's it. We thought this was a pet shop.
But you're right, it isn't.
We'll let you work.
OK, let's go.
All right, forget it.
We could try the…
Follow me!
Where are you going?
To the back!
MONTREAL POUND
Don't worry. We're gonna take care of you.
When you say "we," who do you mean exactly?
She's crazy. Absolutely crazy.
Hurry, he's coming!
What are you doing?
The pigeon!
Did you fall on your head?
Come on! Don't worry, I'll be back for you.
Simone, you're crazy, totally crazy!
Hey, forget the compliments, and move!
- Mr. Regis? - Yes?
- It's for today? - Yes, I'm sorry.
I bet you didn't mention "narcoleptic" on your resumé, did you?
Yeah.
Mr. Regis!
Yes, have a nice day.
Let's go around back so Mr. Regis doesn't see us.
What in the…
Hi. I, uh…
Yes?
I wanted…
I'm sorry.
When the lights dim and the orchestra starts playing,
the feeling is indescribable.
And to think, he's the one who composed it.
Every note, every instrument, every melody…
Incredible.
I can't believe he's your uncle.
It's crazy.
Totally crazy.
I was 7 when my mom brought me to see Evelyne for the first time.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
What's Evelyne?
You've never seen Evelyne?
It's his greatest masterpiece.
The story of a violin maker who falls madly in love with a peasant.
But when she leaves him for his war-pilot brother,
his heart stops beating.
It was for her.
Your opera, you wrote it for my mom.
You were in love with her.
It was a long time ago.
It was before she met your father.
She looked happy.
When I was little and I couldn't sleep,
she'd always play the same piece on the piano.
I never knew what it was.
Until I heard it earlier.
It was your melody. She'd play your melody.
It's late. You should get to bed.
Good night, Philip Bloom.
Wait!
You don't have a uniform.
You can't go to school without a uniform.
Don't need one.
Wait!
You don't have a bag.
You can't go to school without a bag. You need a bag.
Can I go now?
- Hey, Billy! - Simone?
It's your most beautiful melody since Evelyne's theme.
I know.
It's weird. It just came to me last night.
Oh, it's her!
Her? Who's her?
Oh, that's good! I didn't see it coming.
What didn't you see coming?
She's a muse! Like her mother.
It's so obvious.
"I can't hear the music."
Then she turns up, and boom!
This is wonderful!
Stop talking.
The girl is gonna save our butts!
Simone is not a muse.
- A musette. - Not a muse!
Because muses aren't real.
And even if they were,
she'd be the most invasive, annoying muse in the history of muses.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get back to work,
because in case you forgot, we still don't have a finale!
Where were you?
With Billy.
Come here.
What are we doing?
Sit down.
Don't move.
I thought I wasn't allowed in here.
Listen.
I don't hear anything.
That's because you're talking.
What are we supposed to hear?
The music.
And where will the music come from?
I don't know.
I've never known.
All I know is if I listen for long enough…
eventually, I'll hear it.
Sometimes, it's a note.
Or a harmony.
Or a melody.
Maybe your music isn't here anymore.
Maybe, to hear your music, we need to get out of here.
Go find it outside?
I'll be back.
Don't open the door!
Alice?
Yes! Hi, Simone.
You look so pretty.
What? No…
What are you doing here?
I had an idea for the opera's finale, for Phil—
uh, Mr. Bloom, your uncle.
I just wanted to drop it off.
Oh my God!
You guys are dating, aren't you?
What? No, we're not dating.
I don't even know him.
I'll go get him.
It's your girlfriend!
Don't bother him! I'm leaving.
Get rid of her.
You want me to get rid of your girlfriend?
Stop calling her my girlfriend.
She's just a girl who brings me ideas.
That's beautiful.
Tell her I'm not here.
You're always here.
- Tell her I'm sick. - Everyone knows you're sick.
I don't want to talk to her.
But on one condition.
I want us to go out.
I want to get out of the apartment, together.
And I'll decide where we go and what we do.
Is that a yes?
Yes, that's a yes.
Yes!
She wrote you some music.
No, no, no! No, I'm not ready!
No, it's too high.
Open your eyes.
No, no, no. Just a minute.
No minute. Open your eyes!
No, no, no! Wait, wait!
Look, this is the merchant square.
It's where Rose meets Gabriel for the first time.
Philip?
Paul?
Philip?
Paul?
- Come on, Philip! - Paul!
I went to an amusement park with Simone, and I heard something incredible!
An amusement park?
Yeah, an amusement park. Rides, Ferris wheel, the whole shebang.
And I heard a mix between several different kinds of sounds.
During Gabriel's love song at merchant square, that's what he hears.
Right? It's like each merchant brings their own rhythm.
And… Wait, I'm missing one.
Well, whatever.
It starts here, OK?
We're already behind schedule. Menard is starting to…
Try it! Just try it.
Try it.
You should already be on the finale.
Just say: "OK, Philip, I'll try your napkins."
OK, Philip, I'll try your napkins.
Thanks, Paul.
Thanks, Paul!
Very nice.
Let's go!
His napkins…
OK, that's done. What next?
Big pieces of goat cheese.
Yes, yes and yes!
It'll be spectacular.
Here you are!
Found the building and landed on a sleeping doorman.
Luckily, a woman with a little dog knew where I could find you.
Hi.
I have to do a surprise visit to see how you're doing.
Thank you.
It's hot.
You seem good.
I have good news.
I think I found a foster family.
I have pictures here.
The mom's name is Madeleine.
She's very nice, really.
They have three children, all boys.
They love animals.
Maybe not skunks…
You're not gonna say anything?
I'll go talk to her.
I have to write something else.
Look, the napkins are genius.
I don't know what came over me. I wasn't myself.
There was noise.
It's extraordinary. It's unexpected.
It's not opera! It's just a cacophony of noise.
You were doing so well.
What happened?
I'll tell you what happened.
I finally realized what my problem is.
And it's not a small problem.
I'm empty.
- You're not empty. - Yes, I'm empty.
I fell in love, turned my heartbreak into a score,
then nothing good ever again.
Total emptiness.
I was too empty to love Evelyne then,
and I'm too empty to love her daughter now.
They found her a family.
A good one too.
She needs a family.
Families are nice. Families are good.
Everyone needs a family.
And you don't want her to go?
I can't keep her, Paul.
I got an 11-year-old kid doing my groceries.
If you can't keep her, you have to tell her.
With words she can understand.
Why don't you tell him you want to stay?
He knows. He's not stupid.
Maybe if you told him, he'd understand.
He doesn't want me to stay. Don't you get it?
Give me the damn rooster.
No more animals in the rescue. Is that clear?
I just wanted you to have eggs like at the farm.
It's a rooster, stupid.
Listen, Simone…
You understand.
Simone?
Hi.
Are you hungry?
Yeah.
I like this place. It's nice.
And the pizza is really good.
The salad, the lemonade. And…
In the bathroom, the soap is blue.
What?
Nothing.
It was your mom's favorite restaurant.
We ate here all the time.
Why'd she leave?
I think she thought there wasn't enough space
for both her and music in my life.
She wasn't happy anymore.
And one morning, after having worked all night, I woke up…
and she was gone.
She went back to the country.
Soon after, I found out she had gotten close to my brother.
And it's better that way.
Why?
'Cause otherwise, you wouldn't be here.
Boots?
What are you doing here?
I swear, I have no idea how she keeps finding her way back.
It's weird.
Good night, Simone Bloom.
Good night, Boots.
Do you know why my mom left?
She left 'cause she wanted to see if you'd come after her.
Girls are weird like that sometimes.
THE PORTRAIT OF ROSE
… and the old witch is insisting on a room at the St. James,
not to mention we have 60 musicians coming to the dress rehearsal,
and we still don't have an ending!
You have to get us out of this mess!
When you said "restaurant," I wasn't expecting an actual restaurant.
Yellow sheets.
Alice is onto something for the finale.
By "something," do you mean we have it?
No, almost.
I can almost hear it.
You'll have to hear it fast.
We need it for tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
Yes, dress rehearsal starts tomorrow.
And I think you should make sure…
Make sure of what?
That it's so good, that it would be impossible…
to not do the opera.
Not do the opera?
What aren't you telling me?
Bloom.
What about Bloom? I've had it. He's a nightmare.
He composed his last piece on napkins.
Napkins!
I'm referring to his condition.
He has severe social anxiety, no?
Lives in isolation?
He's never even seen his own operas. He's a nut.
So?
So we could invoke the clause to rescind his contract,
arguing he's unfit to provide the service we've hired him for.
You would then be obligated to…
Cancel the opera.
If we don't have a finale by tomorrow, he'll cancel the opera.
So I told him we'd have a finale tomorrow,
and that it was… magnificent.
Magnificent?
Yeah.
I got a bit carried away.
I may have said…
grandiose.
Grandiose?!
Thinking back, I definitely said "grandiose."
I'm never inviting you to eat at the restaurant again!
It's a very unpleasant experience.
For tomorrow. Something grandiose, magnificent. No.
Grandiose. For tomorrow.
I can't.
How can I help?
Tell me. Tell me what to do!
My medication.
Which ones?
Breathe. Calm down.
It's gonna be OK. I'm here.
I'm here.
It's gonna be fine.
That's good.
Very good.
That was nice.
I didn't mean to wake you.
Where's Simone?
At school.
We had breakfast together.
I dropped her off.
Everything is fine.
Are you feeling better?
What was that?
Well, you had a nice melody here.
It inspired the rest.
I brought back Rose's theme.
Gabriel's a minor third higher.
And I added this.
That.
Wait.
We should start with just the bells.
Tremolo of strings.
Woodwinds.
Then…
Then we come in with your theme.
That was good, wasn't it?
Magnificent.
If we hurry, we'll make it to rehearsal in time.
Oh, no.
Here, let me help.
Sorry! Are you OK?
Yes. Don't worry, I'm used to it.
There's a reason the kids call me the klutz.
It's part of my charm.
We should go…
before we really get hurt.
Good idea.
That should do it.
- Yes, thank you. - If it clogs again…
Philip!
Where's the orchestra?
Where are the musicians?
There is no orchestra, Philip.
Because there won't be an opera.
I sent everyone home an hour ago.
No, no, no!
Did you know an orchestra costs a fortune?
So when you pay for an orchestra, it's because you have a finished work.
But we have it!
We have it!
Alice found something.
She worked all night!
And we finished this morning.
We have it! It's here.
Philip!
I'm very happy you're working with your… music teacher.
But it's over, Philip.
Rose is dead.
Philip.
Watch your step!
No, sweet Albert.
We're not afraid of the storm. No, we're not.
What? Where?
We'll put on music on. It'll calm them.
The thunder scares them.
Good idea.
Music helps.
We'll put on some Johann Sebastian Bach.
What are you doing here?
Is Philip back?
Ms. Poitras! No, stop running!
Oh no! Oh, Lordy! Help!
Ms. Poitras…
Ms. Poitras, calm down, please!
Oh, Lordy! Mr. Regis!
Mr. Regis!
Catch them!
There will be severe consequences, Mr. Regis.
Severe consequences.
Come, Albert.
What is this?
I can't.
I tried.
You can't just live your life and stay in your corner, huh?
It's OK, Philip. She understands.
I don't think she does understand.
Do you understand I spent two years working on an opera
that was supposed to save my career,
and that now, there won't be an opera!
There won't be an opera because I couldn't deliver!
I couldn't deliver because I had to take care of a child
who can't do anything normal!
'Cause a skunk isn't enough. No!
You need as many wild animals as possible!
Can you explain why you need so many animals?
Because I love them!
And because they let me love them!
She called me.
Where is she?
In the pick-up.
She didn't want to talk to you.
I know it wasn't easy for you, but thank you for taking care of her.
Good luck with your opera.
This is a real house for you.
You might even find a boyfriend.
I don't want to, but I have to let you go, OK?
I'll come back to see you, I promise.
I promise.
Thanks.
THE PORTRAIT OF ROSE
We saved the opera.
I convinced the board to give us a chance.
Alice played the finale, and they thought it was… magnificent.
What? You should be happy.
You have your old life back, the opera is finished, and it's… great.
I even think it's your…
second best opera.
Did you…
Did you tell her, in words,
why you think she's better off with a family?
I have no words, Paul.
That's why I write music.
There's blue soap in the bathroom.
What?
What's in the bathroom?
How's it going?
I don't really want to talk to you.
Didn't you tell me…
if I needed help with my opera,
you felt very inspired?
Isn't the opera finished?
I still feel like something is missing.
That's too bad, 'cause I'm not inspired at all anymore.
I can't sleep. My stomach hurts.
And yesterday, I ate an entire chocolate cake to myself.
I understand.
What's wrong with the opera?
The ending.
In Evelyne, she dies at the end.
So Joseph's heart stops beating.
He dies, everyone cries, big standing ovation.
But in The Portrait of Rose,
Rose realizes she missed out on the love of her life.
So she goes back to the spot where they first met to die.
But then…
I don't know.
Why does everyone always die?
'Cause it's opera.
It's like life, it's tragic.
Follow me.
You want tragedy?
Here it is.
These animals have been beaten, abused,
left for dead in alleys.
It was over for them.
But she gave them a home.
And now they're happy together.
PHILIP'S WORK PHILIP'S HOUSE IS SO HIGH UP!
I GO TO SCHOOL NOW, AND I LIKE IT
EVEN THOUGH I MISS MY HOUSE, I LIKE MY NEW ROOM!
MY NEW ROOM
ALICE, MY FAVORITE TEACHER
PHILIP'S PIANO
PHILIP THE CHEF!
THE CITY IS AWESOME!
ME AND PHILIP IN PHOTOS
BLUE SOAP
BEST PIZZA!
I've got it!
I've got it, Paul!
I've got it!
Paul, I know what's missing.
Rose dies because she misses out on the love of her life.
The lights go out.
But just when we think it's over, the music starts up again.
The lights come back slowly.
Rose is there, she awakens, and she's 20 again.
Life is giving her a second chance.
And we leave it there.
And I need your car.
Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?
We're adding a piece.
No, no, no.
Out of the question. You can't add a piece the night before the premiere.
It's a great idea.
Philip!
We'll need some music.
Alice will compose it.
She doesn't need me.
And we need to add her name to the program.
OK, from the top.
Hello!
Hi, I'm Philip Bloom.
Simone's uncle.
Come in.
Thank you.
Sorry to just show up like this.
It's fine. No problem.
Can I get you anything?
No, no.
I'm looking for Simone.
It's fine, Philip.
OK?
I'm fine.
Hi.
I wanted to tell you that…
Billy showed me your rescue.
It's beautiful.
And he helped me understand…
He helped me understand something I didn't understand before.
Unfortunately.
He helped me understand…
that even if we screwed up…
even if we had our heart broken…
sometimes, life gives us another chance.
You were right about your mother.
I should have gone after her.
I should have fought for her.
I'm really sorry.
It's all right.
But I'm here.
Because I finally understand.
It's you.
You're my second chance.
And even though I'm not the perfect dad…
if ever you still want to live with me…
I know I'd be really happy…
with you.
And they're dancing!
OK, everyone, pizza!
Pizza!
MISS BOOTS
Translation by Elisabeth Gillies
Subtitles by MELS