Suspicion

Duke: I don't like this ending.

Harold: Don't like the ending?

Duke: Why would the courtesan choose a penniless sitar player over the maharajah who is offering a lifetime of security? That's real love. Once the sitar player has satisfied his lust he will leave her with nothing. I suggest that in the end the courtesan choose the maharajah.

Toulouse: But, but... Sorry. That ending does not uphold the Bohemian ideals of truth, beauty, freedom...

Duke: I don't care about your ridiculous dogma! Why shouldn't the courtesan choose the maharajah?

Christian: Because she doesn't love you! Him. Him. She doesn't love... she doesn't love him.

Duke: Now I see. Monsieur Zidler, this ending will be rewritten with the courtesan choosing the maharajah, and without the lovers' secret song. It will be rehearsed in the morning, ready for the opening tomorrow night.

Harold: My dear Duke, that will be quite impossible.

Satine: Harold, the poor Duke is being treated appallingly. These silly writers let their imaginations run away with them. Why don't you and I have a little supper? Then afterwards we can let Monsieur Zidler know how we would prefer the story to end.