For a black-eyed|little Susan, eh?
What's this then?
Shall I have that?
Let me have that,|shall I?
Uh, would you|give it to me?
Can't I have it?
It's for her own good, mind,|because it will only make her upset.
There. That's better|then, Suzie.
Isn't it?|Nice and clean.
Where are you from?
Where is she from?|She don't know.
She can't speak.
Maybe she don't speak|English. She's a gypsy.
Gypsies! Come and have|a look at the gypsies.
All things bright|and beautiful
"Tings" "Tings" Things.
Things. Things. Bright. Things
Bright and beautiful.|Bright.
No more of that!|Now, you're in England now.
So you speak English,|don't you?
They wouldn't let me|speak Welsh, either.
But it did me|the world of good...
in the end.
You see, Suzie, you've|got to learn to fit in.
May my wrongs create
No trouble|in thy breast
Forget my fate
And other things.
- Why are you here, actually, dear?|- I want to go to America.
Ah, I see.|Another one.
And there's no harm|in dreaming, dear.
I like a bit of ambition|in my girls.
we should go out tonight.|I'll show you how to have fun.
Listen. Do you speak|French? Um, not really.
I can teach you some very important|words which, you must know, are amour-
So you live all by yourself,|you poor little duck.
Oh, this is, you know,|not too bad.
There's plenty of room.
- What are you doing?|- I'm saving.
- What for?|- To go to America.
Suzie, you take my advice.
Buy yourself a nice dress...
and you will find a rich man|who will take you there, hmm?
I have a plan.
What kind of jobs?|Oh, cabarets, parties.
Oh, Suzie, it's easy if you know the right|people. And I will stay here with you, yes?
And we will share everything,|everything. And...
It's a good idea, yes?
- Something is missing.|- Like what?
Huh? The food.
Even the cold.
This is nothing.
Winter was winter|in Moscow.
But that's all finished with.
Forward. We must always|look forward.
Isn't that true, Suzie?
This is my father.
That's your father, yes.
But this is in Russian.
Why didn't you|tell me before?
You don't|understand Russian?
So, he was a Jew.
Silence. Silence, everyone.|Please, mes amis.
The best. The best|- You are fantastic.
I just had to say that|to you, that's all.
Ah, the girl with the horse. Oh,|yes, but I don't usually do that.
Oh, no? No, no, no.|I'm a dancer, actually.
Ah, really?|Trained dancer.
Uh, from Kirov.
So, you, uh, liked it, then?|Oh, yes!
You are-|You're sublime.
I can't imagine, myself,|how it must be to-
to be on the stage|at the same time as you.
You know, just somewhere|in the background listening,
in the chorus,|for example.
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