The show must go on
Wesker walks down the corridor backstage, past people preparing for that night's production: moving props, mending costumes, etc. All the while hating himself more and more for what he's forcing Ada to do. Saddened, he breaks into song.
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain in the pantomime.
On and on,
Dose anybody know what we are living for?
A group of women mending the curtain join in as Wesker climbs the stairs to stage-level.
Whatever happened, we leave it all the chance.
Another heartache, another failed romance.
On and on,
Dose anybody know what we are living for?
Wesker throws open the doors and strides out onto the stage.
The show must go on!
The show must go on!
Wesker crosses the stage and goes down the stairs to the dance floor, where the women join in once again.
Outside the dawn is breaking
On the stage that holds our final destiny.
The show must go on!
The show must go on!
Backstage, Ada was standing in front of a three-way mirror and pulls a veil down over her face as she sings to herself.
Inside my heart is breaking,
My makeup may be flaking,
But my smile still stays on.
THE SHOW MUST GO ON!
THE SHOW MUST GO ON!
Ada steps onto the stage as the sheets are pulled off the proscenium arch and the curtains close behind her.
I'll top the bill,
I'll earn the kill,
I have to find the will the carry on.
ON WITH THE,
ON WITH THE,
ON WITH THE SHOW!
Ada steps down from the stage and walks up the aisle towards Wesker as he sings.
On with the show!
On with the show!
Ada pauses in front of Wesker, eyes downcast. He looks at her, but she raises her eyes and looks past him.
THE SHOW MUST GO ON!
Ada walks past Wesker and out into the garden. Back in his garret, Leon was standing in the window waiting for Ada. The door opens and he turns to see Ada, who had a serious look on her face.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"I'm staying with Saddler." She replied.
Leon looked stocked. 'What?'
"After I left you, Saddler came to see me, and he offered me everything. Everything that I've ever dreamed of. He has one condition: I must never see you again. I'm sorry."
Leon moves towards Ada, but she backed away towards the fireplace.
"What are you talking about?" he asks, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"You knew who I was." she said with know emotion.
"What are you saying? What about last night, what we said!?" Leon asks almost desperate.
Ada faces Leon, but steps back from him.
"I wouldn't expect you to understand. The difference between you and I is that you can leave anytime you choose. But this is my home. The Raccoon Rouge is my home."
"No." replied Leon, unable to take it.
Ada turns her back to Leon.
"There must be something else, this-this cant be real!" Leon says unable to except this.
Ada starts gasping as she struggles to hold back her tears.
"There's something the matter, tell me what it is. Tell me what's wrong!" he says, trying to get Ada to look at him.
Ada starts to leave but Leon grabs her.
"Tell me the truth! Tell me the truth!" he says, almost shouting.
Ada and Leon struggle for a moment then stand facing each other in the doorway.
"The truth? The truth is, I am the Hindu courtesan. And I choose the maharajah." As Ada says this thunder crashes in the distance.
"That's how the story really ends." More thunder crashed as Ada leaves. Outside, clouds move over the moon. Wesker, dressed as the evil maharajah, waves his sword through the air as he recites his lines from the play.
"Jealousy has driven him mad!"
Leon struggles to understand this as Ada walks away, superimposed over the stormy sky. More thunder crashes as the last leaf falls from a tree. In the Gothic Tower Saddler stands back facing the window as lightning flashes behind him.
Leon runs up in the street in front of the Raccoon Rouge, as Ada walks through the garden.
"ADA! ADA!" he screams to get her attention, but all to no avail.
Ada's face superimposed over the stormy sky. She looked as though her heart was breaking.
Two thugs grab Leon and drag him away from the Raccoon Rouge.
"ADA!" Leon shouts out again, while trying to get away from the tugs. Leon struggles until one of the tugs punches him, and they drop him in the street. Leon slowly raises his head, and then lays it back down on the pavement.
Back in his garret the bohemians lay Leon on his bed. After recovering from the hit he sits up, wraps the blanket around himself and stars ahead with anger and hurt in his eyes while Chris sits next to the bed.
"Things aren't always the way they seem." he say, trying to cheer Leon up.
"Things are exactly the way they seem." Leon says without looking at Chris.
"Leon, you may see me only as a drunken, vice-ridden weirdo whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels, but I know about art and love, if only because I long for it with every fiber of my being. She loves you, I know it. I know she loves you."
Leon still would'nt looked at Chris, or move.
"Go away, Chris, leave me alone" he says, but Chris wouldn't leave.
"Go away." he says again, getting frustrated, but Chris still didn't move.
Leon finally turns towards him and yells. "GO AWAY!"
Chris slowly turns and leaves with a sad look on his face.
I wanted to shut out what Chris had said, but he had filled me with doubt and there was only one way to be sure…
In a pawn shop, Leon exchanges his typewriter for a stack of money.
…I had to know…
In the dark street outside the pawn shop, Leon looks towards the Raccoon Rouge, which was lit up at the end of the street.
…So I returned to the Raccoon Rouge one last time.