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(SIGHS)

- (GASPS)

- Let me help you!

Get out of here!

You need me. I can clean.

In fact, 'Squeaky Clean'

is my middle name.

I'm young.

My legs work. Yours don't.

Uh, it's gonna feel so much easier

with me helping.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Are you coming?

Whoa! That's a lot of stairs.

- Are you the caretaker?

- Yes.

And you can stay with me

until you get on your feet,

on one condition -

no more questions.

How long can I stay?

Ugh. That was a question.

By the way, who was that witch?

Regine Le Haut.

She owns this building.

And she eats ginger orphans

with ponytails.

Now, clean!

- (LAUGHS)

- (GROWLS)

Huh? How long

have you worked here?

Do you have a nickname?

Wanna know mine?

Will I have my own bed?

What's your favourite soup?

Do you snore?

Are you a morning person?

What's your favourite fruit?

What do you have for breakfast?

I love baguette and jam.

I escaped from the orphanage

to become a pupil at the Opera.

Did you?

You work there,

so you must know people.

- Could you help me?

- Don't hold your breath.

What that toile did yesterday,

oh, it was so magical.

I love dancing.

Do you love dancing?

(SIGHS)

Is that because

you've got a limp?

- REGINE:
Get up.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Who is this?

- No-one. She helps.

You feed it out of your wages.

Yes, ma'am.

I want you to air

and press the linen. Now!

Hmm...

(WHIMPERS)

It's not clean.

(GASPS)

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

(TCHAIKOVSKY'S 'SWAN THEME'

PLAYS)

(SIGHS)

Huh?

Whoa!

Whoa! Oh!

Oh! Whoa!

Hello!

(MUSIC STOPS)

Servants are supposed to knock.

Who are you?

(GROANS AND CHUCKLES)

I'm Felicie.

I work with Odette. I clean.

(SINGS) Da-da-da-dum!

OK! I'm done. 'Bye now!

Wait, little rat!

You were spying, weren't you?

- I don't think so.

- Yes, you were.

You were admiring

the most wonderful dancer

you've ever seen.

Isn't that so, little rat?

You're not

THE most wonderful dancer.

- Yesterday I saw...

- Don't be insolent!

- Are you a ballet dancer?

- I will be.

Mother and I are waiting

for the letter

that admits me to the Opera.

I am so talented!

Plus the director dines

in my mom's restaurant,

and he loves the prime rib.

(PANTS)

So this time next year,

I shall be a famous Ballerina.

Ballerina! Me too!

(LAUGHS)

Reality check, little rat!

You're nothing. I'm a star!

You're just orbiting around me.

- (CLICK!)

- What's that?

Have you stolen

something from me?

- No.

- Show me! What is it?

It's mine, and it's precious.

Oh! (CHUCKLES)

- (MUSIC BOX PLAYS SWEET TUNE)

- I'm sure.

- Fetch!

- No!

- (GASPS)

- Oops!

Oh!

Oh!

(GIRL LAUGHS)

A letter for Madame Regine Le Haut

and Mademoiselle Camille

from the Opera.

Hmm! Handmade paper!

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