Curtains Down
Bodyguard Dialogue:
Convo 1: (I can’t really tell if this is a two or three-person conversation)
“Can’t wait to get back to Italy.” - Bodyguard A
“Paris is a sewer.” - Bodyguard B
“Expensive sewer.” - Bodyguard B/Bodyguard C?
Convo 2:
“Been awfully twitchy lately, don’t you think?” - Bodyguard A
“He was born twitchy.” - Bodyguard B
“Don’t know what he’s afraid of here.” - Bodyguard A?
Other Bodyguard Dialogue:
“Getting tired of this damn opera house.”
“Wouldn’t mind getting out of this opera house once in a while.”
“Step back.” (to 47)
“Back off.”
“I said back the fuck off!”
“Back off right now, mofo!”
Staff Dialogue:
Carpenter-Worker Convo:
“Toilet backstage is all backed up–gotta go all the way out to the lobby!” - Carpenter
“Yeah, that backstage toilet’s always screwed up.” - Worker
“And someone patched the peephole into the ladies dressing room!” - Carpenter
“It’s just one of those days…” - Worker
Choreographer-Assistant Convo:
“I need more from this scene. More nervous energy.” - Choreographer
“The only energy problem is D’Alvade.” - Assistant
“Was he up all night again?” - Choreographer
“Every night this week. Him and that Ambassador guy… they’ve got something going on.” - Assistant
Choreographer-Assistant Convo 2:
“Is Mr. D’Alvade being a little more prickly than usual?” - Choreographer
“I don’t know what crawled up his butt and died.” - Assistant
“He better turn that attitude around or we’re never gonna get through this thing.” - Choreographer
Choreographer-Assistant Convo 3:
“I don’t care what he did twenty years ago, D’Alvade is the most obnoxious performer I ever worked with.”
“Definitely a has-been.” - Assistant
“A never-was, if you ask me. But his Ambassador friend’s been playing some kind of politics and I can’t even fire the bastard.” - Choreographer
Choreographer-Assistant Convo 4:
“Mr. D’Alvade’s not moving.” - Choreographer
“He’s lying kind of weird” - Assistant
“Scene, Mr. D’Alvade. You can get up now.” - Choreographer
“He’s not moving.” - Assistant
“Mr. D’Alvade! Are you all right?” - Choreographer
“There’s blood!” - Assistant
“He’s dead! He’s dead!” - Assistant
“Alvaro! Call 911?” - Assistant
“Oh my god! He’s dead!” - Assistant
Other Staff Dialogues:
Carpenters
“Never a dull moment here!” - Carpenter
“Can’t drink like I used to… got a bladder the size of a pea!”
“Hm… feels heavy…” (referring to a toolbox)
“Didn’t feel so heavy a minute ago…”
“Where’d my toolbox go?”
“Now, what’d I do with my toolbox?”
“Where is that thing?”
“I don’t like that old chandelier. One of these days it will fall and kill someone!”
“At last we have the perfect lighting!”
“The lights are all working perfectly now!”
“Lousy prewar wiring…”
“What we really need is an electrical upgrade!”
“What the hell is wrong with this light?”
“I don’t understand the problem with this stupid light.”
Choreographer
“Are we ready, people?” (to Actors)
“Places, people, places…”
“One more time, people–places!”
“Very good, let’s take five.”
“Good enough, take five, people.”
“Everyone take five and we’ll run it again.”
“Please, sir?!” (to 47)
“Excuse me, sir, I hope our opera rehearsal isn’t interfering with your need to run about noisily?”
“You! I need the silence complete!”
“Silence!” (general dialogue, doesn’t seem to be specifically directed at 47)
“Shush!”
“Quiet in the house!”
Guard:
“Huh? What’s goin’ on?” (alarmed by dead singer)
“What the hell’s goin’ on up there?”
“Hey, hey, hey!–everyone okay?”
“He’s dead? Dead?!”
“How the holy hell did that happen?”
“What in hell is goin’ on here?”
“Sorry, sir, we’ll have to search you before you can go in.”
“Step over here, please, sir. Just a routine search.”
“Can’t let you in with that, sir.”
“They got no appreciation for opera these days, none.”
“Philistine bastards. Wouldn’t know culture if it kicked 'em in the ass.”
“Time was, people knew how to dress for the opera. Even rehearsal.”
“Lousy kids with their goddamn rap music…”
“Tourists runnin’ around like cockroaches… where’s the respect?”
“Christ almighty, it’s an opera house, not a gym!”
“No respect at all.”
“Forgive them, Giacomo, they know not what they do…”
“Back away sir, you have no business here.”
“Step away from the door, or I will have to take action!”
“Backup! Backup! were going to have this guy down!”
Workers:
“That guy runs to the toilet on every break. What girlie bowels, hahaha!”
“I hope my next job’s at a cemetery–I could use the silence!”
“Gah, my head is splitting!”
“I hate opera.”
“Gotta be getting close to lunch time…”
“Bad enough listenin’ to the wife all night; now I gotta listen to this all day?”
“Who the hell invented opera and what was he thinkin’?”
“That Alvaro ain’t the most masculine guy, is he?”
Tour Guide:
“Where on earth did I leave it?”
“This room, she was renovated after the fire in 1744.”
“The acoustics, they are superb. It have been design by the so celebrating architect Henri Rouchefauld Lavache.”
“Here you stand in history, the history couturelle of La Belle France!”
“The details you see, they are the finest artists, that have made him.”
“Here is beauty like you are not seeing! Are your eyes surprised! Yes, they react!”
“Excusez-moi, I must to step away one moment.”
“Allo, sir, bienvenue, come and follow with us and see the many beauty of the opera!”
“Bienvenue, monsieur, join us, please, and follow close while we does our walk!” (to guard)
Executioner:
“It feels so real… thank God it’s not!” (referring to the pistol)
“Good thing it’s just a prop… it’d blow him to pieces!”
“Nooo! I killed him!”
“He’s dead, oh my god, oh my god, I killed him!”
“No, no, no, no… he can’t be dead, I couldn’t have…!”
Delahunt’s Dialogue:
“No! Nooo! My darling, my–friend–no! Move, move, out of my way!” (alarmed by dead signer)
“No! No! You’re not dead, you can’t be dead! Who did this?!”
“ravo, my dove, bravissimo!”
“Bravo!.. Bravo!..”
“Magnificent! Exquisite!”
“Ah! The timing, the precision, the execution! Bravo!”
Opera Actor (D’Alvade’s?) Dialogue:
“I’m ready!”
“I’m good to go!”
“All set!”
“I’m standing on the shoulders of pygmies!”
“I’m surrounded by mediocrity.”
“Is there no one here who understands opera?”
“I specifically requested sparkling water.”
“The caramels they supplied had nuts in them. Nuts!”
“The lighting is inorganic and the smell of mildew is going to make me vomit. Thank God we’re only rehearsing here!”
“Dilettante! A monkey could do better!”
“Are you feeble minded? Are you some kind of old woman?”
“You have mud in your voice and sand in your skull… Idiot! Dilettante!”
“You pathetic dilettante! You brainless, no-talent hack! I cannot work with this!”
“I’m ready to resume.”
“Shall we run it again?”
“Can we get back to work?”
“Another run through?”
“Keep your distance, peasant.” (to 47)
“Don’t crowd me!”
“Get away from me, you miserable peasant.”
Tourist Dialogue:
“Why am I here?”
“Wasn’t the Louvre bad enough?”
“If this tour goes on much longer, just shoot me.”
“If my husband says one more stupid thing, God help me, I’ll poke his eyes out.”
“I haven’t been this bored since… ever.”
“This is the last tour I take without complimentary wine.”
“Any more culture and I swear to God I’ll vomit.”
“Won’t this tour ever end?”
“Kinda 'minds me a Nashville.”
“I read a whole book 'bout Puccini once.”
“Does the king still come once in a while?”
“Y’know, back in the states, we don’t believe in royalty.”
“We don’t go for all this fancy stuff back home: our opera houses are just places they do opera.”
“We just can’t get culture like this back home. Henry Jordan’s gonna crap his pants when I tell him what we seen.”
“Is that a real opera they’re rehearsin’, or this just some kinda warmup?”
“Y’know, not all opera singers are big fat broads in horned helmets!”
“First he won’t shut up, now he won’t talk. Go figure.” (referring to 47 as the tour guide?)
“Worst tour guide ever.”
“Cat got your tongue, Monsieur Le Tour Guide?”
“This tour makes no sense. This country makes no sense.”
“Are we supposed to stop following him?”
I didn’t include situational dialogue (like alarmed guard barks and such) as it’s all typed in English so I don’t know what’s worth posting.