01x06 - The Royal Recital

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The royal recital
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1, 2, 3 ! 1, 2, 3 !





That's right, Your Majesty.

1, 2, 3 ! 1, 2, 3 !

A nice pointy foot, 360, one step back...

Perfect!

-I want this dance recital
to be perfect.

As you all know, I'll be dancing
alone in front of the court.

-Of course, Your Majesty. At sunset, in

the Rockwork Grove, as you wish.

-Hm...

Eventually, the Fountain of Apollo
would be more appropriate.

Have the show moved there.
-Of course, Your Majesty.

-So, my loyal Belfort,
did you lose Basire?

-Folded, unfolded, 360...



-You seem to have a natural
talent for dance,

like our master.

-Thank you, Mother.

I'm nervous about dancing
in front of all the animals,

but I'll do my best to do our family proud.

-I don't doubt it.

And by the way, for the recital,

I would like M. de Rastignasse
to be seated at my side,

and you will convey to him
my personal invitation.

-Gladly.
Richard will be flattered.

-Ah, I almost forgot:

only the animals from
the castle and menagerie are invited.

Wild animals
wouldn't know how to behave.

-But...

-That's the way it is, Belfort.
Let's leave it at that. Go now!

-Of course I remember! You've
been talking about it for weeks.

I can't believe you're going to
dance in front of everyone! Wow!

-Actually, I'm not going to
dance... in front of everyone.

-Oh? Roger that.

I'm not invited, am I?

Because I'm a wolf?

-You know what, Lupin? You're
going to be my personal guest.

I'm giving this recital, I
can invite whoever I want!

-Oh, Belfort!

We've received the invitation for your
recital. Thank you!

I'll try to come,
but I'm in such demand!

-Madame Rosa is so popular!
-Oh yes, so popular!

-Thank you, ladies.
-Yes,

we also received the invitation.
-And we wouldn't expect less.

We're not just anyone.

-Not just anyone, no!

-Hello, Mr. de Rastignasse.

I have a message from my mother.

At the show, you'll
be sitting next to her.

-You'll be sitting next
to the noble Diane?

Oh, what an honor!

-Oh yes, what an honor!
-Oh yes, such a great honor!

- "Such a great honor",
bla-bla-bla...

-All right, I'll be honored.
Thank you, Belfort.

-Belfort, before you go, give us a

demonstration of your dance steps.

That would be very kind.

-I can't dance
without music.

Patience, the recital will
take place under the moonlight.

-AH! A WOLF! HELP!

-My poor big cat!
It's a stiff neck.

You can only wait for it to pass.

-A stiff neck? Belfort...

It's all the fault
of this wild wolf

who takes the liberty of
screaming in the menagerie.

Me who had to be seen
sitting next to Diane!

I mean, look at me! I
can't even walk anymore.

Ouch! It hurts!
I can't stand it!

-M. de Rastignasse, Lupin
didn't do it on purpose.

He's simply allergic
to the word "moon".

-AH! A WOLF!

-Quiet! Quiet!

-Sorry, folks.

-Since you're
responsible, find a solution.

And just so we're clear:

if I'm not sitting next
to Diane for the recital,

you'll know that revenge
is a dish best served cold.

-These threats are
pointless, monsieur.

Lupin and I intended to help you.

Weren't we?
-Hm hm!

[Have you gone mad?]

[We'll end up as a lion's snack!]

-We caused this accident.
We've got to help him.

Well, let's think...

My master decided to dance
at the Fountain of Apollo.

To enjoy the music
of the humans,

our recital will have
to take place next to it.

-It's not too far. We
should be able to make it.

-No, we can't.
I can't walk.

Oh, my poor neck! The
pain's overwhelming me.

-With a massage, it will be fine.

Okay, sorry! No massage.

-If you can't walk,
we'll have to carry you.

-Hm? You mean me?

You want me to carry
Mr. de Rastignasse?

Out of the question!
I'm not a mule!

-Does she look like a mule? No !
-No. She's an elephant.

-Please, help us!

If you help us, my mother
will be very grateful.

-Why didn't you say
so? Saddle up, Richard!

-I'll be ridiculed. But
I'm willing to make the sacrifice.

Know that I hate you strongly.

-Gna-gna-gna. As Mme
Rosa said: "Hop on, pussycat!"

-Enough wasted time.
Come over here!

-Ah, there's a storm brewing!

-Humans are coming!

-Oh, poor animal! It's
not getting any better.

-Transporting Richard that way
is not a good idea.

He roars at the slightest pain and
draws the attention of the valets.

-We need to find
something with suspensions.

-No! No! No! Come on!

The chairs go the other way.

His Majesty must dance with
his back to the setting sun.

-HM?

-Eh?

-What ?!
What's the matter?

-Don't treat me as a fool.

-Ah, M. Lully! His Majesty
has changed his mind...

again!

The recital is to take place
at the Latona Fountain.

-Are you deaf?

Move it all to the new location.

Fast!

-Bravo, Mrs Rosa!
You're wonderful.

-Yes, I'm made that way. My
generosity knows no bounds.

Tell your mother.

-The idea of being transported

like the noble humans doesn't displease me.

How appropriate!
Let's get going.

-Watch out for automatic doors closing

And... watch out for the tail!

-What are we waiting for?
We can't just stand here!

-Madame Rosa?

-Oh boy!

No one would ever have asked
me that when I lived in Portugal.

-I imagined
more dignified conditions.

-You up there, don't start!
These lions are so soft!

-This is it. Right this way.

-Oh, no... Oh no, you don't!

Hey, oh!
I think I'm going to be sick...

-Oh! Ah, that, no!
It's beyond my strength.

I've said it before and I'll say it again:

I'm no mule
nor a low-grade crane,

and certainly not a vomit bowl.
I'm fed up!

-It's a disgrace. A real scandal.

-Well, we'll just have
to to do this on our own.

-You'd better
to find a solution.

-Yes, or else, your
vengeance will be terrible.

We understood that, thank you.

We're trying to help you,
so change your attitude.

-Attention, statue on the left.

-Belfort, are you pushing?

-Yes, I'm pushing!

-Careful, little stone to the left.

-And I've become...

a hairdryer!

-I'm afraid it's impossible
to move Richard.

-It's ruined. The little kitty
won't be going to the recital.

-We can't give up.

Richard's not a nice guy,
but it's our fault if

he can't get around.
We have an obligation to help him.

-OK, OK... We'll help him.

But do you already have
an idea? Have you seen him?

-If Mr. de Rastignasse can't
go to the recital,

then the recital will come to him.

All right, Lupin, here's the plan:

we're going to make sure
that the recital takes

place in the vicinity of the menagerie.
-OK!

If we can hear the music, you can

dance, and the kitty doesn't have to move.

-Exactly. We'll need to
modify Mr. Lully's documents.

He's leaving!

Quick, we've got to follow him!

-I can't wait to read it!
Madame de La Fayette,

no one recounts ball scenes
better than you.

-Thank you for the compliment.

Yes, my next novel
will soon be finished.

It will tell the story...
-No! No...

-Oh!

We must be discreet.
Especially you.

-It's not my fault.

It's the floor. It's too slippery!

-Keep your eyes open.
We must follow Mr. Lully.

-Straight ahead! He's right over there.

-Onward!

-Human straight ahead, buddy!

-My dear Lupin, you've
invented a new dance!

-Gna-gna-gna.

-We've lost sight of Mr. Lully.

That must be him playing! It's
coming from the Queen's office.

-Thank you, Bontemps. I'm going to

rehearse again for my recital.
-Under the bed, quick!

-That's how he dances,
your beloved master?

-Oh yes, I know!

Louis, my master,
has such grace!

-That's for sure. How
do we get out of here?

-Stay here, I'll take care of it.

-Belfort!

Would you like to dance with me?

I had no idea
you were such a good dancer!

-Hm?

-Let's see the minuet.
Note: "minuet" was Louis XIV's favourite dance.

-M. Lully, His Majesty has
changed his mind again.

-What? Again?

-Hm... yes.

The King wishes the recital
take place at the orange grove.

-What?

I'll inform the
valets immediately.

-And there he goes
again. Can't he stay put?

-No point in following
him. Look!

He left his documents here.

We can change the venue.
-And what do we do with the bird?

-Chevalier is a great
fan of M. Lully.

He'll never let us modify the document.
We need a diversion.

-What are you doing in
in my queen's office?

Out! Out!

-Hello, Mr Chevalier.

I was just telling my friend
that you were a specialist

in music and dance,

and that it was
you who taught me.

-That's right, I did.
Very true.

-My friend needs your advice.

No offense intended, but
his skills are catastrophic.

-Really? Well, show me how you dance.

-What do you think of it?

-You call that dancing?
And I thought I'd seen it all!

There's nothing going right.
We have to start from scratch. First, we...

we raise our heads.

A little attitude at last!
And we hold out our paws.

More than that!

The other paw! The other paw!

-Hello, Belfort. Is Lupin
taking a dance lesson?

-To be honest, we want
to distract Chevalier.

I need your help.

-Ah? Hm...

-How can you be this bad?

I've never seen anything like it!

Tighten your knees.


-If we move the recital
to the Fountain of Apollo,

you'll hear the music
all the way to the menagerie.

-You're perfect, Gazette. Thank you.
Just what we need.

-Signed "Louis XIV". All done!

-This isn't easy.
Now I've had enough.

-Thank you, M. Chevalier. Lupin
has already made a lot of progress.

See you next week,
same time?

-Not even in my dreams!

-Mission accomplished!

The human recital will take place at the
Fountain of Apollo,

and we'll hear the music
-Are you sure this will work?

-I'm positive.

There's my master's
signature, a nice capital L.

-Belfort! You forged
your master's signature?

Aren't you ashamed? I'm so...

so proud of you!
-Please, don't add to it.

I already feel
guilty enough already.

Come on! Let's go back
to poor Richard.

-Hm?

Another change? Really?
This is a nightmare!

The sun's about to set!

[font color="#00ff00"]Fast!

Transport everything
to the Fountain of Apollo!

Ah, here we go!

Everything's ready.

-We've done it!
-The lion will be happy.

-M. Lully!

The King has changed his mind!

-What? But the court is coming!

-Oh, oh! That's not good.

-The king wishes to dance on
the other side of the Grand Canal.

-Good. Have you heard?
What are you waiting for?

[font color="#00ff00"]Fast!

-Oh, hell! No, Lupin!
The orchestra's leaving.

-We're screwed.



-Out of the question! We've
got to stop them from leaving.

-What's the matter?
Belfort! Let go, at last!

-Boo!

-Belfort...

-Well, Lully...

Is it time to take a bath?

The sun's about to set.

-Your Majesty, we were just about

to transport the
instruments to the...

-There's no time to
change. I'll dance here.

Please get out of the water.
It spoils the view.

-It's out of the question.
Belfort, this wolf is not invited.

-Come on, Mother.
Lupin is my friend.

-Don't insist.

-My noble Diane, if I may...

Be indulgent.

This young wolf has
been a great help to me.

-Thank you.

I suppose we can
make an exception.

Belfort! Come on, in position!

-Thanks, kitty.

-Let's not exaggerate.

My poor neck!
-[Shh!]

[It's starting!]

Hey, that's my buddy!
I know him!

-At the time of the Sun King,
dancing was very important.

The whole court had to know how to dance.

But we didn't dance like today.

The dance style to most appreciated
was Baroque dance,

the ancestor of classical dance.
It was at this time

that step names were defined
and still used today.

Which were: the "pas de bourrée",
the cut, the "pirouette", ...

Louis XIV loved to
dance, and in his youth,

he made a spectacle of
himself, before the entire court.

It's thanks to dancing
that the young Louis XIV

gave himself the image of the Sun King.

In 1661, the king created
the Royal Academy of dance.

An entirely dedicated
place dedicated to the study of dance.

Over the years, the
Academy will evolve

to become the Paris Opera Ballet
of the Paris Opera.