Cyrano (2021) - full transcript

A man ahead of his time, Cyrano de Bergerac dazzles whether with ferocious wordplay at a verbal joust or with brilliant swordplay in a duel. But, convinced that his appearance renders him unworthy of the love of a devoted friend, the luminous Roxanne, Cyrano has yet to declare his feelings for her and Roxanne has fallen in love, at first sight, with Christian.

I'm hungry.

A lady

never complains.

We can't

eat dresses.

If only the Duke

had 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 make...

Everyone must make...

I don't love

the 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 his

invitation to the theater?

Because we can't afford the

tickets, and I want to see the play.

He's here.

He's here.

He's here.

Now, don't be rude to him.

I'm not rude.

I am enigmatically distant

and fashionably late.

Where are my shoes?

If you anger him,

he'll ruin us.

Marry the Duke

and you'll be rich.

A clever marriage

is your only option.

I have no intention

of marrying anyone.

Believe me,

spinsterhood is bleak.

And love,

does that mean nothing to you?

It might smell rosy for a year

or two, but love doesn't last.

What lasts is compromise

and sacrifice.

Children need love.

Adults need money.

Hello, Jacques.

Marie. Marie.

Tell your mistress she's two

months behind with the rent.

It's coming, I promise.

Two months!

Marie!

It's perfectly fetching.

I just long to see you

in crimson silk.

-I couldn't wear that dress.

-Oh?

I don't have

the shoes to match. Sorry.

Oh, I'll rectify

your errant shoelessness.

Maybe the good Duke should've

send you the dress, Valvert.

Oh, no, I tried it.

It was too loose

on the bust.

At least you have

more 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

Alone

Whatever 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 wife

no one's woman

And I won't play that game

I'd give anything

for someone to say

That they can't live

without me

And they'll be there forever

I'd give anything

for someone to say to me

That no matter

how bad it gets

They won't turn away from me

What do you do

When you're

always waiting

To find love

at 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 there

in front of you

Wherever you are

You just have to claim it

Claim it

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.

...sir.

Be swift,

be crafty...

take from the women

and the men without swords.

And children?

A child

with a full purse is an adult.

- I'd give anything for

-someone to say

For someone to say

That they can't live

without me

And they'll be there forever

I'd give anything

for someone to say to me

-That no matter That no matter

-how bad it gets

They won't

turn away from me

- If love's there,

I'll feel -it and its stare

It'll be freedom

at first sight

I'll be walking on air

If love's there

won'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?

Play! Play! Play!

Theater.

Inhale it, my boy.

Literally.

Can you feel it? Yes?

Tonight you will see

the magnificent Montfleury...

the greatest actor

of his generation.

Montfleury.

Him?

Montfleury!

Bravo! Bravo!

Happy is he who, far from court

and Society's sway...

in isolation

self-imposed...

shuns company.

And who...

when the soft wind

whistles wishingly...

Montfleury, what are you

doing here?

Cyrano?

Cyrano?

Yes.

After your performance

last week...

I sent you a letter

urging you to retire.

Cyrano.

Happy is he who,

far from court and 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 court

for the King himself.

Indeed, you have.

Yes!

Yes.

I have been successfully

entertaining the people for 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.

I'm sorry, but you lie.

You've made this stage

your personal sty!

The dramatic muse

has fled the building.

She scampered off when you

started gilding the lily...

with your great big voice.

The poor muse

had no choice.

I love this place

and all it means.

Poetry, romance,

terror, truth.

I've loved it here

since early youth.

Can't stand aside

while you dishonor it...

with your pumping and

your hideous jigs.

I will not abide

your thumping...

and, er, dreadful wigs.

Montfleury, you've

abandoned the truth.

You've lost your core.

You don't remember how truth

feels or what it's for.

So, now leave this stage,

never to return.

And I'll applaud the new

integrity you'll earn.

Exit, Montfleury.

I'm not moving one

step from the center of this stage.

I am necessary.

If you will not leave by

invitation, then I am compelled to use force.

Help! Help me, someone!

Protect me!

Arrest him! Help!

Please! Help me!

-Please, Cyrano. Please. Will anyone here defend

-this great sausage?

I will duel with any

volunteer...

with all the honor commensurate

to his station.

Is anyone

willing to 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 here to see

Montfleury...

and yet you're

not willing to fight for him?

Montfleury...

Sir, please.

I will count to three, and you

will exit stage 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 you from seeing a fiasco!

I paid

to see Montfleury!

Yes, what

about their money?

Always the money.

Here.

Oh, at this price, sir, you can

close the theaters every night.

Ladies and gentlemen, you will

be refunded in full at the door.

Dinner?

Oh, I'd love to.

But no money.

You had

a full bag of coins.

All donated to the

long-suffering patrons of this theater.

-How will you eat? The gesture is more

-than the meal.

You.

You're a freak.

The insult is antique,

but I accept it.

Freak.

Is that it?

Have you exhausted your

dictionary of scorn?

Who is this savage who dares to

present himself in public...

without ribbons,

bows or braids?

I am not au courant,

it's true.

But think of my deeds as 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.

Isn't he a hoot?

A palpable miss.

It's hard to

hit a target quite so small.

The man is

barely four feet tall.

-Sir, when I was born

The nurses laughed -hysterically

They'd never seen anything

quite like me, apparently

I'll never forget it

I can still hear them joking

One said, "My goodness,

what has God been smoking?"

From when I was born

I learned to control my tears

When they carried me home

through town I left a trail of broken mirrors

Yes, when children see me

They scream and run away

-You're absolutely

right Halloween's my favorite -holiday

I am a monster

I am a mutant

A freak of nature

I've heard all the hateful

ugly nomenclature

Can't you see

I'm much more

than you think

I've heard it all

so many times

You are a disgrace!

Everybody knows

I'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 get it, it makes sense

-He's much more than you

think When you have -your 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 tough on God

Everybody makes mistakes

-Yes, one sight of me

could make a statue cry -Everybody knows

He's so much more

Guess what else

When bluebirds land on me

Than a freak

They shit themselves

and die

If you wanna try

Whichever way I look at you

To hurt him

Can't find a tasteful side

-A specimen like you

belongs in formaldehyde -You better get in line

Yes, what you've heard

is true

I am not a rumor

I'm living proof that

God has a sick sense of humor

Cyrano! Cyrano! Cyrano!

Shh!

Cyrano!

Yes. It all goes in.

And God, how it hurts.

He went too far.

Valvert insulted him, and then

challenged him to a duel.

Valvert is a Comte,

and in my retinue.

I guarantee you

Cyrano took no pleasure from it.

You know him?

They're from

the same town...

-in the south west. Cyrano is

-my oldest friend.

It would be to your advantage

to 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.

It's a little

personal.

I have no secrets

from you.

Are you in love?

Whatever gave you

that idea?

See, I knew

you wouldn't like it.

Do I seem offended?

No. But your

guard is up.

It's just some things

are private.

What gave me

that idea...

was your performance

at the theater today.

I sensed you were playing to one

particular member of the audience.

Oh, who?

Let's not continue

this charade.

If you want

to unburden, fine.

If you don't,

that's fine, too.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

I am in love.

I dare.

My sole purpose on this Earth

is to love Roxanne.

Do you feel better now?

Do you?

Have you ever wanted

something

So badly

you cannot breathe

Have you ever

loved someone

Madly

No, I don't think

I have.

Isn't she magnificent?

She is,

though perhaps a little vain.

Yes, but

magnificently so.

There's some pretension

in there, too.

She's full of it.

I wasn't sure about

her hair today.

Agreed.

But even

her imperfections are perfect.

In our little town,

back in the day...

she was practically

worshipped.

To some

she was notorious.

To me, glorious.

Does she know?

Do you think a person

of her beauty...

in mind, body, and soul

doesn't know about it?

I mean, does she know

that you're in love with her?

No.

No.

No. Someone like me

supposing to love perfection?

No. If I confessed...

she'd never see me again.

You don't have

a very high opinion of her.

What? She's the Alps.

No, but you don't think

she has the depth...

to look beyond your...

Careful.

...unique physique.

Not bad.

Thank you.

To love you for who you are

and not for how you look.

Yes, but

don't you see?

I am simply

not worthy of her.

I've held my breath

since I saw her

I've tried to look away

but 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 everything

she's missed

She's gonna

laugh at the one

That brings her love

like this

Have you ever wanted

something

So badly

you cannot breathe

Have you ever

loved someone

Madly

When you were fighting Valvert,

she was anxious.

Oh, she turned

quite pale.

Her lips trembled.

They parted.

She touched

her heart.

You should tell her.

You love her.

No. My fate

is to love her from afar.

To confess is to shatter

the beautiful dream.

You forget,

I've seen you in battle.

You're a fighter

to the end.

But in love you've raised

the white flag.

Have faith in her.

Tell her the truth.

A word.

Roxanne wishes to meet

with you alone.

What?

Why?

She won't say,

no matter how 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 early Mass

tomorrow.

After she leaves the church,

she'll meet with you.

Somewhere discreet,

she said it must be private.

I'll thank you, Captain Le Bret,

to lower that eyebrow.

There is nothing

unseemly here.

I bow to your expertise

in the matter.

A venue, please.

I've never seen him silent

before, 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 succumb to hope!

Hope is madness.

Hope is hell.

Hope is life!

Oh, I need an army

to 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 you ever

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 told you have

a private room.

I mean, a room where two people

can have some privacy.

Bit early

for an assignation.

I mean talk privately

without interruption.

I'll show you.

Simultaneously,

I'll recite what I have so far.

The poem is entitled

"Constellation."

Good, eh?

Terrific.

Dear Roxanne.

Dear Roxanne.

Every morning

at the break of light

I see you standing

in the sun

You look at me with

the kindest eyes

Every morning

I'm overcome

"My heavenly earthly desire."

Heavenly earthly, eh?

How's this?

Something more private?

I understand.

Discretion.

Now...

"Jupiter and Pluto are planets,

revolving like us, far apart."

Sorrow and glory and

blinding euphoria

Everything's there

in 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 planetary

metaphor holds?

Perhaps consider sublimation.

Right.

A different pattern

of imagery.

Maybe something

you know intimately.

Anything in mind?

Baking?

Sensuality and longing expressed

through the act of baking.

Why not?

Rising dough.

Flour. Ovens.

Heat.

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

Thank you!

Thank you!

In darkness when

I close my eyes

I see your hair come undone

I lose myself every time

Even now I'm overcome

Roxanne, what am I

supposed to say?

Words are only

glass on a string

The more I arrange them

And line up

and change them

The more they mean

the same thing

Roxanne

Roxanne

Roxanne

Roxanne!

Roxanne.

Do you like

rabbit stew?

I loathe rabbits.

I hate their taste, and I hate

the 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 sins while I do.

A huge slab of tongue.

Keep it coming.

Righto.

I have a confession

to make.

Shall we sit?

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 accurate

or it isn't.

There are no degrees

of 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 impressed

by your swordsmanship.

Oh, I know.

Or rather,

I know you pretend you're not.

I'd be very angry with you

if you died.

Only angry?

Incandescent.

This might hurt.

So brave.

Will you make

your confession?

Yes, I must.

And there's only so much tongue

Marie can chew on.

I feel shy.

Never mind.

Yesterday,

at the theater...

Yes?

I can barely believe

I'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 know

how 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 if

I've always known.

Always known him.

He was always there...

but this intense romantic

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 know what

-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 bright with intelligence.

What else?

He's very beautiful,

obviously.

Is he?

Yes. But his natural modesty

means he's completely unaware of it.

I've met people

like that.

They are so rare.

Yes.

Perhaps I could make

a confession, too?

Yes, but I haven't

made mine yet.

I'm sorry.

Please continue.

This man I love

is a guard.

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 never actually 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 be

an 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 made

some discreet inquiries...

and I am told that

he is Christian.

Christian Neuvillette.

"Neuvillette"?

Never heard of him.

He's a new recruit.

He starts today.

To the point.

To your presence

here...

I know how the guards treat

the new recruits...

your ancient

initiation rituals and so on.

So, please,

will you protect him?

I can refuse you nothing.

And never let him

fight a duel?

No.

And guard his life

with 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 suggest that

he write to you...

but I cannot control the content

or length of his letters.

You are always so kind.

No.

You said you have a confession

to make, too.

It's not important.

I will support you

as you've supported me.

Really, it's nothing.

How's the hand?

Painless.

A scratch.

How many men

did 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.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

And one, two. One, two.

One, two. One, two.

One, two. One, two.

One, two, three.

Captain.

I heard of your recent

adventures.

I've come to express

my admiration.

Cyrano.

I'm inviting you

to join my retinue.

I thank the Duke for his

generous offer, but I must decline.

Carry on!

There are a great many

advantages to following me.

I know.

But I follow no one.

I'm told that you write poetry

in common with a great many men these days.

However, I'm told that you write

poetry uncommonly well.

I like to publish those

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 pair of

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 night

were 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 learn

I have no price...

you warn me that my life is

threatened by an unknown enemy.

I saw you last night.

The blood of those men

is on your hands.

You're a tyrant

posing as a noble.

Oh, what a shame

we can't accommodate each other.

'Cause you know something?

You'd make a sweet little

companion to the acquisition I will make.

Roxanne.

Guards!

Don't push him too far.

To be his enemy

is 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.

I've heard

how this works.

Who's first?

Do you want me

to swallow insults?

To crawl? To kneel?

To beg?

Play both sides?

Flatter? No, thank you.

Live for other people's

opinions of me?

No, thank you. I prefer a

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 names of the men I kill.

I'm Christian Neuvillette, sir.

Embrace me.

Sir!

I'm her brother.

Whose brother?

Who do you think?

Roxanne.

Roxanne?

Hmm.

Yes.

You don't look

like her brother.

We're old friends,

like siblings but not.

We're very close.

And what...

She's told me everything.

The theater,

love at 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 me for insulting you earlier.

-Yes.

I just...

Yes, yes.

She loves me!

Now, listen.

She loves me!

Roxanne wants

a letter from you.

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 Roxanne wants 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 me

or hinder me?

Help.

Good.

You see, in battle I have

inordinate courage.

I can do anything.

But with women,

my whole life I've been useless.

Silent. I'm...

What's the word for when you're

bad at expressing yourself?

Inarticulate.

That's it.

I can't explain what I feel,

not on paper, and not on paper.

I don't know

how to speak romantically.

Roxanne will be extremely

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 deceiving

the woman I love.

It's better than

losing her.

Call it a fantasy, call it a

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

be patronizing.

I'm sorry.

Accepted.

But will

the deceit work?

Is the prize

not worth the risk?

Yes.

Oh, Roxanne...

Oh, Roxanne...

will be so pleased

to receive your letter.

May I ask,

why are you helping me?

What can you gain?

My words go to waste

unless spoken aloud.

I will make you eloquent

while you make me handsome.

God, what I'd do to just be

able to tell her

What it's like

when I see her

It's something like

Happiness

It's something like

Hunger

And something like

Fear

I'd give anything

for someone to say

All the words

I don't have

And I can't

put together

I'd give anything for

someone to say to her

That she's all

I can think about

And I can't live

without her

My father told me

Letters and books

weren't meant for the son of a soldier

Courage and steel

The trials of the

real world are what matter

And all that

should mold you

God, what I'd do

To have the one thing

that you have

That I never will

You have something

worth giving

A reason for living

All I do well is...

Kill

I'd give anything

for someone to say

All the words I don't have

And I can't put together

I'd give anything

for someone to say to her

That she's all

I can think about

And I can't

live without her

I'd give anything

for someone to say

That they can't live

without me

And they'll

be there forever

I'd give anything

for someone to say to me

That no matter

how bad it gets

They won't

turn away from me

Here.

Just sign your name

on the bottom.

Great.

When did you write it?

A while ago.

-But... I always have

-a letter in my pocket...

written to

an imaginary woman.

It's the romantic

custom here.

But don't you need to

make it specific to her?

Count on vanity to make Roxanne

think it is only for her.

But the letter itself is

applicable to all women?

Not all.

I'm convinced we're destined to

be friends for life.

You think?

The very best of friends.

And I,

my heart will lend.

Roxanne's?

Thank you.

WO

Come on, children. Hurry up.

Roxanne...

The ink on the paper

makes me nervous

I nearly lose my vision

And then my breath

and my pulse and my mind quicken

Head below my knees

I come alive

With every stroke of

every letter in every line you write

Keeps me awake

thinking back

Oh, my first sight of you

was my first heart attack

Every letter makes me

lose my reason

Every word is like

your kindest touch

And if I told you

how much I need you

Would you give me yourself

or turn and run?

You light up desire

just by describing it

I read to myself

until I go blind

Your words fall around me

all through the night

I can't resist

and I don't want to fight

Will you be held?

Will you be touched?

By my hand

through this paper

Is this all too much?

Will we be ravaged?

Will we be true?

To somebody perfect

somebody 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 thin

see-through mask

These words are the truth

Just let them sink in

Through your

thin-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 letter makes me

-lose my reason

Every word is

like your kindest touch

And if I told you

how much I need you

Would you give me yourself

or turn and run?

Would you give me yourself

or turn and run?

- You light up desire

-just by describing it

I read to myself

until I go blind

Your words fall around me

all through the night

I can't resist

and I don't wanna fight

Dim the lights

Give me everything I want

Just talk to me like you do

in your songs

Your letters are drawings

on me from above

I know who you are

And I know you are love

Every day I think

I couldn't love him any more.

Then a new letter arrives,

and my heart expands...

to accommodate

more love.

He understands me

instinctively.

He knows exactly what I 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 to

listen to someone waxing on...

about finding

true love.

I wanted to

meet with him.

In private.

Can you arrange it?

Would you love him

if he wasn't handsome?

I cannot imagine it.

He is beautiful, and he

expresses himself beautifully.

It's perfectly logical.

"The more you take of my heart,

the more I have to give.

"Since I need a heart

to 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 words aren't better than

yours, just differently put.

But both are

endlessly 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 nobility to turn it around.

As you can see,

they've made me a colonel.

Me.

Shows how desperate

they are.

Does this new rank put you

in command of the guards?

It does.

Cyrano is mine.

And the guards

are 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 this

as a sign of your affection?

I must tell you.

Cyrano and I

are no longer friends.

Oh?

I ended the friendship,

as you counseled.

Good.

I know how

you could make him suffer.

Oh?

Why don't you leave him

and all the guards behind?

Here in the city

with the women and children.

Oh, he'll hate that.

More than hate,

it would humiliate him.

No heroics, no medals.

His warrior pride

is his great weakness.

Am I to understand

this as an act of love?

It is.

I hereby bury his orders

to the front.

Poor little Cyrano...

and his

poor little friends.

Marie, some tea.

I'm afraid we 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 lead

the charge into battle.

I could not love a man

who hides from danger.

Do you love me?

I love the man

for whom I fear.

So I must go to war?

Yes.

This is folly.

She said she wants to meet me,

so what's wrong with 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

these conversational witticisms?

No, thank you.

Memorize this now!

I'm going to

speak to her in my own words.

I strongly advise

against that.

And when the moment is right,

I'll take her in my arms.

There will be no moment

if you don't study these.

I'll be fine.

All your fancy words and phrases

are now a part of my vocabulary.

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 grateful

for your help...

but, with extreme respect, I

don't think I need you anymore.

Very well.

Fly to Roxanne.

Dazzle her with your

transcendent words.

Yeah.

WO Can you imagine?

Champagne!

- "We don't write poems

-to be happy.

"We write

to discover meaning.

"We write to revenge loss

and explicate love...

"to miss nothing in the profound

hope that upon our deaths...

"we continue...

"to live in the words."

Christian.

Hello.

How did you know

I was here?

Which is not to say that I

flatter myself by thinking you are here to see me.

I heard about this...

Women's-only salon?

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.

Isn't it beautiful?

Do you suffer

from vertigo?

No. But I don't

like heights.

There are some silences

that are comfortable...

and then there are some

that are freighted with tension.

What do you think

the 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 potent deployment of language.

I love you.

The sheer surprise

of repetition.

But say some more.

What else?

I love you so much.

When you write, you say it in a

thousand different ways...

without ever resorting to those

three overused little words.

Which little words?

Please,

my dearest Christian...

speak to me

like you do in your letters.

You are an angel

to be adored.

My love is

so, so big...

it is absord.

I'm sorry?

You are

a beautiful flower.

May I smell your neck?

Or give it a peck

at this violet hour?

Neuvillette, sir.

Don't go!

Please wait.

My passion has

rendered me...

What is it?

Stupid?

No, but it does

begin with an "S."

Let me know when

you've found it.

And I am not a flower.

I need more.

I need more.

I need more.

I need more

I need more

I need more

Don't you dare

tell me you 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 blank space

behind the sun

Where you told me

you'd meet me when everyone's gone

Tell me that

nothing makes sense

But the sound of my voice

in your head

Even when

I'm nowhere around

Make love make sense

in the loveliest way

Infinite and simple

in an ink black sky

Turn me to water

like your letters do

Make me not know

whether to laugh or cry

I need more

I need more

I need waves of desire

to come over me

And teardrops

on the floor

-I feel like I've

been too long -with my thoughts anyway

I've cornered myself

in the loneliest place

I won't let you lose me

now that you've found me

You know what to say

so just say it now to me

I float through the hours

with everyone else

But I always only

think of you by myself

Tell me your secrets

Who are you in private?

Oh.

When you can't sleep

tell me how you survive it

I need more

I need more

I need waves of desire

to 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 believe I

didn't. I apologize.

You need me?

Always.

Am I essential?

Of course.

Will you say my words without

pedantry, prevarication, or quibbling?

Just say yes.

Yes.

Good. Follow me.

I need more

I need more

Don't you dare tell me

you love me

I've heard that line before

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

whisper what you must say to her.

No.

Yes.

I will feed you the words.

It's madness!

How can it possibly work?

Do not

ruin this again.

Roxanne.

Roxanne.

Who's there?

Speechless Christian.

I must talk to you.

I'd rather

read your letters.

Please.

Do you regret

what happened this evening?

Yes.

Yes?

That's your considered

explanation and apology?

I'm beginning to fear

you're just a weird young man...

who likes writing letters.

Maybe you don't even

love me.

Good night.

Wait.

I could no more

stop loving you...

I could no more

stop loving you...

...than I could

stop the sun rising.

...than I can

stop the sun rising.

Really?

My cruel love has never stopped

growing in my soul...

From the day

it 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 strength of Hercules. I tried.

-It has the strength of...

Hercules.

...Hercules.

Got anything better?

Do continue. Please.

Roxanne, my love for you

is so powerful...

Roxanne, my love for you

is so powerful...

...it has strangled

the two serpents...

...it has strangled

the two serpents...

pride and doubt.

Why do you speak

so haltingly?

This is impossible.

No, it's working,

keep going.

Are you going to

answer my question?

My speech seems halting...

because in this darkness my

words must stumble to your ear.

What are you doing?

My words have no such

difficulty.

Your words fall,

mine must climb.

Then perhaps

I should come down to you.

No.

No.

Why not?

I like this way

of talking.

I like being invisible

to each other.

I cannot be stunned into silence

by your beauty.

Here in this awkwardness, I am

free at last to speak from my heart.

Why is your voice

an octave lower?

I'm daring

to be myself.

Why would you fear

to 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 into

cold ocean waves

Words can only

get 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 much I need you

But I turn and run

Your letters to me

are like music

They're just a mask in a

lonely coward's game

What is it

you're so afraid of losing?

-That I might lose everything

-if I lose the pain

- 'Cause every time

-I see you

I am overcome

It'd make you laugh to

think someone like me

Could keep someone like you

Look what I've become

You wore your hair down

one time last spring

In the chapel

Your lips painted red

I remember the day

We hadn't met yet

How could you possibly

remember that?

You watched me then

Why didn't you say

something?

'Cause every time I see you

I am overcome

I try to tell you

Tell you how much

I need you, too

But look what I've become

Nothing feels real anymore

when you're not around me

Even the sky looks like

it's behind glass

Hearing your voice now

I can see everything clearly

I can see that you really

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 believe

you'd have me

I have no doubt

I know that

you're the one now

You don't know anything

I know that it's you

Roxanne, if this was true

Just tell me

what 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.

She wants you.

Which house belongs

to Miss Roxanne?

Who wants to know?

I have a letter for her.

From whom?

It's confidential

and urgent.

Miss Roxanne...

the noble Duke de Guiche asked

me in specific, as it is a holy matter...

to bring that letter

directly to you.

- My dearest, I have sent a holy man to you

-with a choice.

You have declared

your love for me...

and I can no longer wait

to 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 love

without the bonds of vows.

Your choice.

Either way...

I will possess you tonight.

All well?

Miss Roxanne,

what does it say?

This letter is delivered into

your hands by a saintly...

and extremely discreet priest.

Inform him...

Roxanne?

...that it is

the Cardinal's will...

that he give the blessing

of holy matrimony...

in secret and without delay

in your home...

to you...

and Christian Neuvillette.

What?

I told you it was a 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.

You don't know

what you're in for.

I deserve a little kindness

I deserve my due respect

I deserve to be beloved

Just like everybody else

I deserve my place in 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 beg

for what everybody wants?

Take me right now

I don't care

if I have your love

I'll have no fear

Nothing's even

nothing's fair

Roxanne, I didn't

ask to be here

I'll pick the lock

I'll draw the knife

I'll climb the wall

I'll crash the gate

'Cause I deserve

a happy life

Whatever I'm not given

I'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 beg

for what everybody wants?

"It keeps no record of wrongs.

"In sickness and in health,

until death do you part."

I do.

"Roxanne...

"do you take Christian

for your lawful husband...

"to have and to hold

from this day forward?"

I deserve a little kindness

I deserve my due respect

Roxanne...

-I deserve to be

beloved ...receive this ring -as a sign of my love...

Just like everybody else

...and fidelity.

God gave me

the life I'm living

You better make no mistake

I deserve to be forgiven

Whatever I'm not given

I'll take

Do you know

what'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 want to

see your face.

Neuvillette.

Sir.

Your regiment leaves

for the war tonight.

You are to depart for the front

at once and deliver these orders immediately.

You promised the guards

would not be sent to the front.

Promises?

Say goodbye

to your husband.

Do you mean to

make me a widow?

Only God knows.

Christian.

Christian.

Christian.

Come, Christian. We must go.

Roxanne, I love you,

and I will return to you.

Enough.

Cyrano.

Promise me

he will not be cold or hungry.

I can't promise that.

Promise me

he will be faithful.

Of course he will,

but I cannot promise you.

Promise me...

he will write.

That I can promise you.

- How is it I feel

-you closer to me

Now that the world's

between us?

What I wouldn't do just to

get some sleep

But we're taking fire

But we're taking fire

There are some things that

my mind can't do

The machine takes over

The machine takes over

I'd kill the world to 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 afraid you won't

believe it

And if I told you

all I've done

I know it'd make you cry

So I will close my eyes

And let the falling skies

Lay down between us

Lay down between us

I will close my eyes

And 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 life

to send a letter.

I promised her

he would write.

It's a suicide mission.

Those orders from the King

command 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 Bret

immediately.

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 delivered our

orders from the King.

These are from de Guiche.

Correct.

In service of the King.

We've been holding this

godforsaken rock for months.

On the King's orders.

And now we have the noble

distinction of being chosen to mount an attack.

De Guiche wants me dead.

The odds are against us.

I'd rather die down 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 bloomed

in Saint-Hippolyte

She always wears them

In her hair

And she lets them fall down

everywhere

I can see her

in the glowing light

Dressing without a sound

I promised

I'd be home all right

But I gotta

lay this body down

So take this letter

To my wife

And tell her that

I loved my life

And tell my boys

The Lord, he found me

When I say

their 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 never told her

anything

But I can see her

in every detail now

Turning in my mind

I barely knew

that girl at all

But I will love her till

the end of time

So take this letter

To my girl

Tell her that I saw

the whole world

Say that right before I 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 might be

going to hell

He was a sinner

He liked to fight

So I don't know

he might be right

I can see him

every Sunday morning

Diving into the fray

He wasn't

one of God's best men

But I loved him anyway

So take this letter

To him, please

And tell him I can't wait

to see him

I went in first

I rang the bell

I called his name out loud

and 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 her one 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 sometimes are so moved

by our own creations that we...

It's poetic empathy.

You cried

writing this letter?

Yes. I cannot

bear not to see her again.

We will never

see her again.

You, her beloved husband, might

die and never see her again.

That is the tear stain.

You're in love

with her.

What?

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 dare

let 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 die and you should

live, and she mentions the letters...

do not be surprised...

At what?

If she mentions

their volume.

You've written to her

more 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

confess your love.

The world will never

accept 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 me that she'd still love me...

even if I return

from this hell a broken man...

disfigured and

body destroyed.

She said that?

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...

Obligation.

See you on the other side!

We must let her

decide our fate.

One of us,

none of us...

She must have

the choice.

Form the line!

And I'm certain

she'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 self or 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 Roxanne

who 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 accepted a life without mirrors?

Stop admiring yourself...

or I will be forced

to tell Cyrano.

Oh, no.

He'll make such fun of me.

And promise me you will stop

trying to convert him.

He's been coming here every

Saturday for as long as I can remember.

Why does he

not believe?

Miss Roxanne

is his faith.

His weekly visits

are his service.

It saddens me

he won't see heaven.

I'm sure the Lord

has a plan for him.

You should worry about

his remaining time on Earth.

Get him to eat.

He always says

he's not hungry.

He says,

"I ate good meat yesterday."

It's not true.

He's too proud

to admit he can't afford it.

He's starving.

Insist he eats with us

this evening.

Yes, Mother.

He'll be here at six o'clock to

bring her the news.

Dear Roxanne...

Dear Roxanne.

...how many times have I

sat by your side and wanted to tell you?

Dear Roxanne.

Almost told you?

Dear Roxanne.

There is nothing

so dangerous and sweet...

to keep as

a secret like this.

I have sublimated.

Tell her. Tell her.

How many letters

have I written...

Tell her.

Trying to spell it out plainly.

Plainly.

Simply.

Simply.

Without art.

Ob...

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 off for a short while.

Well, he will

have to wait...

because I will not

let you leave before nightfall.

You've cut yourself.

A scratch, really.

Aren't you going to

tease Sister Claire?

She waits for it

all week, you know.

Sister Claire,

you have such lovely eyes.

Why do you keep them

cast down?

I ate good meat

yesterday.

When you're ready,

come to the dining hall.

Then I'll give you

a big bowl of soup.

Yes.

Good.

I think Sister Claire

is trying to convert you.

I am not.

Mother warned me off.

Sister Claire.

Tonight, I will let you

pray for me.

I have not waited

for your permission.

Do you remember

the day we first met?

Yes.

It was early morning

in early June.

I'd come to borrow a book

from your father.

We found you curled up on the

floor in the library in the dawn light...

a tome for a pillow.

You were reading

the very book that 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 me

when you had.

And I did.

It was as if

we'd always known each other.

And now we have.

They say light

is the soul of a holy space.

It's designed

to be enough.

Enough beauty...

to just let go.

Are you melancholy?

No.

No.

Do you have

my daily paper?

Yes, I do.

Good.

Last Saturday, the 19th,

I saw you.

And then a week passed in which

nothing important happened...

and now here

I am again.

Cyrano.

All right.

The news.

On Saturday, the head of state

ate too many prunes...

and he took to his bed

with a fever.

He was executed by his

physician...

and now he is feeling

much better.

There was a ball

on Sunday...

and 762 wax candles

were burned...

out.

On Monday, our troops were

reported to have beaten everyone...

everywhere.

On Tuesday, a tiny little dog

had to be given a 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...

I...

Shall we get you

that soup?

Not yet.

Not yet.

Oh, my dear.

What is to be done?

Just my old wound

from the war.

Damn that war.

You told me one day you would

let me read Christian's last letter.

Now?

Please.

Thank you.

"Farewell, Roxanne...

"I believe this will be

my last day, my beloved.

"My soul is heavy

with unexpressed love.

"Fullness of heart

cannot be recorded.

"It will not live on

in my bones when I am gone.

"It will not be buried

in my grave.

"The exact measure of my love

cannot be given to you...

"in words to outlast

my last breath.

"No matter how I wish it,

for I am dust.

"And dust to dust...

"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 night

below my balcony.

All of it. You.

I married him that night

because 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 be

my last day.

No.

No.

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 ago

in a blackberry field

- Have you ever wanted

-something

So badly you cannot breathe

Have you ever

loved someone

Madly

It's okay, Roxanne

I've known what I am

From the second

your 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 painful

painful 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.

No.