All language subtitles for The Scarlet Pimpernel (1999 S1E2 - Valentin Gautier

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Yeah,

I know you.

Unfortunately, you're Trial is to be in

Paris. Count, I should have might have

dealt with you personally.

You'll go with him, Countess.

We shall make do with your daughter.

Take the girl to Caling.

I love you.

free.

Please

The prisoners here to be executed have

been found guilty of conspiring in a

federalist rebellion.

that their deaths be an example to you

all.

No one defies the revolution in Normandy

and lives.

Lady on it the matak.

People of Normandy,

though I die today, I know you will grow

sick of this bloody tyranny,

of the smallminded, puffed up little men

who pretend to lead, yet turn you into

greater darkness.

Shut up.

You will welcome the wise king who

returns to rule a federation of France.

God save you from my fate.

What are you playing at, you idiot?

Raise the blade.

Release her.

Release her.

Release the guard.

The spirit of liberty demands her to be

spared.

She implores you.

She lives.

Let the girl go. Spare her. Release her.

Go.

Silence.

Silence. I said you defy the spirit of

liberty at your own perilous season.

So you have supernatural communion with

this spirit. Do you, old man?

I see her as if she were flesh and

blood, sir.

And what prey would Liberty do if your

head were on the block? She will not

sacrifice the just.

Then perhaps you would care to put your

powers to the test.

Bring him here.

Who maintains this machine?

Put him back.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Sorry, citizen. This is a nobleman's

horse.

Look at this twisted monstrosity. You

Frenchies never were kind to horses.

Why didn't you save the others?

Can't save everyone.

We need an army of thousands.

So why risk your life rescuing me? Do I

make a fine trophy for you?

My fellow prisoners were brave and

principal federalists. I was at least

going to my death with honor. Your

buccaneering whimsy shamed me. What will

they think of me now as they go to the

guillotine?

I apologize for saving your life, manel,

and I fear you would have numbered

amongst the lesser martyrs. She died for

Franco Federalism is scarcely a stirring

phrase.

Quickly, get in the cart. DDA's men are

not far behind. Change into these.

I take orders from no one, sir.

Nor do I. Get in.

Headstrong

girl, isn't she? Delusions of grandeur.

Welcome back to Paris, Corporal Gaston.

I've got myself a new helper since you

were last here.

Up.

Look at the boy.

Look at him. I said,

"Put the book away, boy. Show him what

you can do.

He's good. Uncanny got incredible memory

for faces."

The Count Esther Martin Yak, Federalist

Traitors from Normandy.

Is he right?

Welcome to Paris, citizen.

The count and countest de Martin.

Have you any money?

I beg your pardon.

You may live well or not so well.

The choice is yours.

Everything we've had has been looted and

desecrated by your fellow citizens.

Take them down.

Separate cells.

No.

Heat.

Heat.

Margger.

Sir Percy,

I have some bad news. Sir,

where's Margarite?

The child. Sir, it came early.

The surgeon did everything he could.

My lady saw the child, sir,

before she died.

Verector's wife is here, sir. She wishes

to know if you will name the little one

before she takes her. And for how long

do you want her to keep the child?

My daughter is to marry a lawyer's

clerk, sir.

She's in sore need of a fine gown.

Leave, Mrs. Talent. What is a shame to

waste it?

Yeah.

Heat. Heat.

You are going to snap out of this,

aren't you, Percy? Margarite was dear to

us all. But damn it, he believed in life

as a thing to be relished.

You're quite right, your highness. I

acquired a terrible leaning to

sentimentality. Enjoy yourself. Yes,

sir. Will you got yourself a new man?

Servant of you. Your highness. Mr.

Buzzy. Khaled is not my servant. Your

highness. He's an apothecary.

Saved my life when a cobra bit me.

Extraordinary. He travel back to Europe

with me to study our own medicines.

Well, does he speak English?

He would if he had a tongue.

Bad luck.

Tiger got it.

Do pardon, Prince. He's led a very

sheltered existence. An apothecary, you

say? Well, perhaps he has a potion that

will lift Percy from this enw of his.

How odd. Suddenly my feet are positively

itching for the dance floor.

Lady Annette Martin.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Good evening.

I think we may have met.

I don't think so. I'm sure I would have

remembered you.

Lady

Annette de Martyak.

Martineak. Oh, of course. I heard about

your escape from France. You were very

fortunate. These are ugly times.

The same will happen here if this

decadence continues.

May I say what a delight it is to see

such courage matched with such exquisite

beauty.

I uh I hear you're a woman of high

principle.

Perception of height depends on one's

vantage point.

Please excuse me.

Exile certainly hasn't cooled her

spirits. She could make an iceberg

bubble.

Percy. Percy. Percy.

Lady de Martin, allow me to introduce

myself. Philip Blisspar, junior consul

at the French embassy.

A revolutionary at court. How very

novel.

I do try to leave politics to daylight

hours if others permit me. Oh, a

pragmatic revolutionary.

More novel still.

I apologize for presuming on your

company.

Miss Hu,

I hear diplomats are excellent dancers,

experts at not cutting on toes.

You are a spirited dancer, man.

Oh, I have a passionate nature. Passion

you might never have tasted had your

fellow citizens had their way.

I do not approve of these current

successes.

I'm not inviting you to be indiscreet,

Miss Spar.

Then what are you invited?

I do not give favors freely, sir.

But the right man may earn them.

How so?

My parents, the count and contesttor

Martyaka, held prisoner in the

concierge. Their trial is imminent.

Such things are not in my gift. They are

notorious rebels.

They are good-hearted people, Msie.

Federalists and true democrats. After

the revolution, they freely divested

themselves of much of their lands and

wealth.

You have your government's ear.

You are ambitious.

If my parents were publicly to embrace

the republic, it would be powerful

propaganda for Murio Robespia.

But such principled people embrace their

enemies so readily

to be reunited with their daughter. They

would do almost anything.

I will see what I can do.

Where might I contact you?

I have rooms in Lincoln's inn.

Who's there?

Just a fellow minding his business. Who

might that fellow be?

Sir Pival Blakeley. You are?

We already met in the ballroom.

Did we? These evenings often pass in

rather a blur. One sees so many young

things.

Your rudeness is certainly distinctive.

So is your gallessness. Madam Moiselle,

I beg your pardon.

If you must trade your virtue for

advantage, I would at least choose a

more reliable partner than Mr. Lisp.

I take criticism from no one,

especially not a pampered indulgent

Englishman.

Indulgence may be an English sport led

in Martineak, but your countrymen made

it an art form.

Damn it, Percy.

I didn't come halfway back around the

globe to watch you wallow in self-pity.

The League needs you, man. How many

cries for help does it take?

The Count de Martin is one of the few

men who could inspire real opposition to

the revolution.

If anyone's worth going back to France

for, it's him.

Only another 3 hours until dinner.

Dinner?

Is this what Margaret would have

expected of you?

So, you are content for Lady Annette to

prostitute herself to that upstart

Lisper?

I am not the keeper of her virtue.

I trust you won't be as negligent of

your own daughter.

I haven't got a daughter.

No, Percy, your daughter has no father.

Percy, where you going, Percy?

To London to stop a girl making a fool

of herself.

Heat.

Heat.

Mosel Martin, I feared you won't come.

I am always true to my word, Philip.

Do you have any news for me?

Your parents are safe and well. I

received a letter from Paris today.

Some chocolates?

No, thank you.

I'm sorry.

We have a bargain, do we not?

I am willing to honor my pledge.

Memoiselle, I am only junior consul. My

discretion is somewhat limited. But if

you could provide me with certain

information, that discretion could be

greatly enhanced.

No spying, Miss Lispa.

Citizen Dier, the prefect of Normandy,

is convinced you were rescued by the

Pimpanel. I believe you may know his

identity. If I could run him to ground,

it would increase my standing

immeasurably.

You ask me to betray the man who saved

my life.

I wish it were not so, but that is the

price my superiors will demand.

This bargain is swinging too heavily in

your favor. I am no fool, Phillip. You

may have me or my information, not both.

What's the matter with you, man?

Much as your beauty consumes me, I will

not take cruel liberties with your

predicament.

Your ambition outdo your desire.

No, Mmoiselle, I swear I have as

fallible a heart as any man. I would

give the world for your affections.

But to save your parents, the

information it must be.

What will become of the Pimpanel if I do

name him?

I cannot say. It is out of my hands.

My parents. I can do nothing without the

Pimpanel's identity. With it, anything

is possible.

Even saving your dear parents from the

guillotine.

It's

His name is Sir William Wither.

Thank you.

Oh, awfully sorry. Wait a minute.

Do carry on. I won't tell your husband.

And you will report to me tomorrow.

It'll be done tonight.

Good.

Is your husband at home now?

No.

So, it was you who's just transacting

business with the young Frenchman?

He's not here, I tell you.

I'd rather not leave your babe

motherless.

Percy,

there's an assassin after your blood.

What?

You should lock your doors at night.

Annette de Martin told Ispire you with a

pimpanel.

He paid the cutthroat tonight. I

followed him there.

Why would she tell him a thing like

that? She hardly knows me.

She clearly values your hide even less

than her virtue.

Maybe she thinks I really am the pimple.

You're over 50

and as fit as a flea.

visitors at this hour.

Please calm yourself. Madam

sassy, please. I've done something

terrible.

Ma'am,

what in hell's name are you doing here?

I'm an ungrateful coward, sir. I told

Muli Spard you were the pimpanel. He

said it would help in the release of my

parents. My conscience would not let me

rest until I warned you.

How very kind.

I do not blame you if you take my life,

sir.

I deserve to die like a wretched

frog.

Just tell me this.

You're not actually proposing to shoot

her, will you?

Why did you tell Mr. Lispard that I am

the pimpanel?

Well,

because

aren't you

You just have to let them know who's

master.

Khaled,

we take him to the jail, huh? Or shall

we shoot him now?

Allow me to deal with him. How much will

you paid for this? How much?

Five guineies, sir.

I see from your callous hand that you

have another more honest trade.

Yes, I did, sir. I used to be a

blacksmith, but I lost everything in a

fire. Sir,

then take this diamond.

Do not accept anything less than 200

guineies for it. Go back to your trade

and bring up your babe to be a more

decent man than you.

Take the back stairs if you would.

Are you mad? He was going to kill me.

Then three lives have been saved

tonight.

You're the pimpanel, aren't you?

Whatever made you think that?

I'll have a maid make up a bed for you.

You're not the man I thought you were.

And who is that?

Just another self-regarding aristocrat.

Thank you.

dear Sir Percy, in In an effort to make

some scrap of good come from my tainted

existence, I have gone to Paris to do

what I can for my parents at their

trial. I owe you my very being, sir.

Please think no less of me if it is

sacrificed.

My legacy to you will be a death with

the honor you have shown to me in life.

When the Pimpanel rides again, my heart

will ride with him. Yours

affectionately,

Annette de Martin.

Sir, William

Clay,

come on you sluggard. There's work to be

done. We're sailing to France. France?

You know the place. The land that

delights every organ bar the gnomes. We

have to catch up with Annette.

Annette?

Oh, and uh Khaled wants to bring his

snake.

Hasn't he had enough adventures already?

He's packed his bags. Maybe he's

planning a grand tour. [ __ ]

I'm too old for this, [ __ ]

Please tell your mistress Mulispa is

here to see her.

I cannot sir. She's not here.

Where is she?

I cannot say sir.

Please, I must speak with her. Annette,

it's me, Phipe. Annette,

please, I must speak with you. I beg

you. I'm sailing for France today to

seek clemency from Rob Spear himself. I

do it for you. Annette,

where is she?

France. Sir.

Oh my god. She'll be killed.

Um,

warrants for tomorrow's executions.

Citizen

is leaving shortly. Hurry.

He says a girl meeting her description

left on the Paris coach an hour ago.

Damn.

Let's get some horses.

Um,

and who have we seen today, Bertton?

The king of Egypt?

No citizens. Three spice peddlers. One

of them a Hindu, but they were looking

for a girl who just caught the Paris

stage and I saw her this morning and

I spoke to Stefan at the docks and she

said she traveled on the packet ship

from Dova. Really?

Yeah.

That's them.

Your papers if you wouldn't mind.

Oh no, we're just traveling peddler sir

recently returned from India selling

spices.

So you have obtained customs

documentation for your goods.

Ah is is that something that we could do

now? Perhaps you're

too late. Pedler, you're under arrest.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Everybody look at the boy.

You be so kind as to unveil yourself,

Madisil. Look at the boy. The boy.

Uh, Lady Anette de Martin Yak. Fugitive

from Le.

It looks like you.

It cannot be. I'm just a seamstress.

What is the nature of your business in

Paris?

Seamstress.

Ah,

if you want proof, you can come and

visit me at my lodgings. I'll show you

my work.

Where would they be?

Uh, Rouan, next to the church.

Yeah, as I've heard of the place.

Well, we'll uh we'll sort this

misunderstanding out later, shall we?

She's a fugitive, Sergeant B.

I'm not mistaken. Just stand by.

Everybody back on the coach.

Get up.

John Claude, give me a hand with this

thing. Good day, John Cl.

What brings you here, friends?

We're hoping you might smuggle us into

Paris. And the small matter of

liberating canon count

from the concierge.

Concier? Are you serious?

Right.

What in the devil's kitchen is that?

Eiq's diving belt. Two men can travel

six fathoms down and go along under the

water and kill themselves under the

bargain.

Oh,

Percy,

what do you think of it?

It's ingenious.

It's ingenious.

Name

Jeanclord Pio. This is my son, Eric.

Major of your business?

Bakers. We're delivering a new oven.

Boy,

they're not in my book, citizen.

Anyway, wait.

A baker's oven, you say?

You haven't seen three spice pedals on

the road, have

no sir.

Dplin.

Very well. You may pass.

What's the matter with you, man?

Doctor,

is he dead?

Oh, thank you, buddy.

You know, by the time the trial's over,

Dier will have the head of every spice

peddler from here to Marseilles. Just as

long as we get to a net before he does.

I read your letter, Citizen Lisbar, but

I failed to grasp what exactly it is you

are requesting.

Annette de Martin, the daughter of the

countenant countess provided me with the

identity of the pimpanel sir.

Citizen, please.

Of course, sir. Citizen Rob.

And

the Pimpanel, Sir William Weatherbe, is

no more.

I see.

So you took it upon yourself to judge

and convict this man in the name of

France, did you?

Yes, citizen, and I count it a great

achievement. But in return for this, I

believe that justice demands the count

and counters be spared. I have Lady De

Martinak's word that they and their

federalist supporters will make peace

with the republic.

This would be to our great advantage,

citizen.

One of the disadvantages of running a

revolutionary government citizen misbar

is having to rely on the inexperienced.

Hot blood and passion may do well on the

streets but have little to recommend

them to the matters of state.

But citizen,

your romantic attachment to Anette

Martin has not gone unnoticed by your

superiors at the consulate.

And it seems your passions have quite

upset your reason.

The countenant countest of flagrant

traitors and will be publicly tried and

executed

and I shall personally be conducting the

prosecution.

I suggest you return to England and

study the recent works of Gibble.

Unlike Rome, this republic will not

decline

and fall.

Dismissed.

Come on.

Come on.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

That's great.

It is charged against you both that you

are federalist supporters of the king

and that in the town of Kalyak in the

province of Normandy, you did

treasonously conspire to overthrow the

Republic of France and orchestrated an

armed rebellion in furtherance thereof.

How do you plead?

We are guilty of nothing except

defending our freedom.

Is that guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

Citizen Ropes,

you and your wife were arrested the day

after a pitched battle near the town of

Kalignak between Federalist traitors and

a detachment of the Republican guard led

by citizen Augustier,

prefect of Normandy. The insurrectionist

militia were barracked on your private

lands and their weapons were bought with

your money. All I remember, sir, is a

bloodthirsty mob sweeping through

Normandy, murdering whomsoever they

chose, man, woman, or child. We were

merely defending our villages against

invasion.

How can the guard who exist to protect

our republic possibly invade it?

They defended nothing. They sought only

blood with an appetite that was never

sated.

Well, answer me. discount to who you owe

your first loyalties to the republic or

to your redundant king.

I have no quarrel with the people of

France, only with the injustice carried

out in their name.

I believe in fairness and freedom in a

France where there is peace for all.

If you denounce the republic's justice,

you denounce the republic itself.

And as for peace, there can be no peace

for the people's oppressors. Justice

demands they be crushed as you once

crushed the people you now deride as a

mo.

No, I denounce no man. Only inhumanity.

And by what yard stick do you measure

this inhumanity?

By the word of God, sir.

A churchman, too.

You see what you have created ruled by

mob. You tear down everything. You build

nothing. You sacrifice nobility. And and

you worship ignorance.

Spoken like a true aristocrat.

Your king would be proud.

This is an outrage.

This is an outrage.

I'm part of this mob to my shame.

This is not the justice I have fought

for.

Not all of us citizens see our

redemption in a baptism of blood.

These are good people.

They don't deserve to die.

Can't you see?

And

who pray you? Citizen

his daughter.

Annette de Martin.

Fugitive.

I see.

Then you shall remain a fugitive no

longer. Arrest her.

And I moved that she'd be suddenly tried

along with her co-conspirators.

I think rescuing the damned from hell

might be easier.

Go and make the preparations. It has to

be tonight.

Citizen Robin, please reconsider. I beg

of you. At least spare the life of

Annette de Martin Yak. She's just a

foolhardy girl.

She's a convicted traitor twice over and

you are rapidly heading in that

direction yourself.

Does her exposure of the pimpanel count

for nothing?

Can you prove he's dead? I swear it.

My instincts tell me that Madame de

Martineac is far cleverer than you.

and certainly more steadfast in her

loyalties.

I wish only to serve the Republic. Good,

because unless you take immediate steps

to redeem yourself, you'll be joining

her at the Guillotine.

You have until tomorrow dawn to extract

for Madame Mazald Matanak the names of

all Federalists and their sympathizers

known to her.

Good day, citizen.

She's a woman of high principles. She

won't talk to save me. And

it is your task to make her.

I suppose if her information proves

useful, I may be persuaded to commute

her sentence

to life imprisonment.

Phillip.

Citizen Rob Spear has sent me.

I entreated him to spare you, but for my

pains, he has condemned me to die with

you.

But he will commute your sentence to

imprisonment and spare my life on one

condition.

You must tell me the names of all the

federalists known to you and your

family.

You've brought this on yourself,

Annette.

You betrayed me, Philip.

You had no intention of helping me or my

parents.

I did everything I could. I swear.

You must talk. You're nothing to him.

Silence is death.

You think I care about death?

What about me? Us.

Despite every ounce of reason in my

body,

I love you, Annette.

Think you will respect my silence.

Have you no feeling for me?

Tomorrow I leave this life. Phipe,

what I feel towards you is of little

significance.

Damn your obstacy.

Damn you in it.

Come on.

You took long enough to find them.

Heat.

Heat.

Yeah.

Okay.

Get out.

six. I've got him.

Trespass

with murderous intent is a serious

offenses and in England they'd string

you up at the crossroads, leave your

carcass to the crows. Fortunately, we we

are men of compassion. Right. We are.

What have we here? Uh scab within two or

three days.

Malaria one to two hours

boils

or lunacy within two or three minutes

or

death by snake bite

was virtually instantaneous.

Oh

maybe death is a little harsh for

someone that has been such a good sport.

The madness isn't permanent. So,

personally, I'd clump for the scap.

Oh, maybe we should just put out for him

to sleep. I'm sure he'd appreciate a

rest after all his excitement.

Apply the potion, Khaled.

Sweet dreams.

Well, will you talk?

Even if I did, do you think Robespier

would spare you? Phipe,

you have already proved yourself a

traitor in his eyes by speaking for me.

I have his word.

Help me, Philip.

We'll escape from here together. It's

our only chance.

No.

Please.

Philip,

why sacrifice yourself to Rob Spio? Are

you going to have me?

We'll go to England together.

They have spies everywhere. They'll find

us

to America. Then we can start a new life

away from all this.

I cannot.

I cannot.

If you will not help yourself, then help

me.

Yeah.

A pox of the revolution.

Damn that sure room. God save me.

Go home.

Release my queen. You peasant.

Get up.

Hygiene never was this country's strong

suit.

Excuse me, sir.

Hello.

Heat.

I'd use the back stairs if I were you.

There's likely to be a little fuss my

way.

Thank you.

Shh. I thought you could possibly do

with the Constitution.

Who are you, my

friend? We need to move quickly.

Where's your wife?

Good evening, beloved. My dear,

the pimpanel has come for us quickly.

What about Annette?

Later.

I will not leave without her.

I

see your reluctance to be rescued runs

in the family. You

must trust him, my dear. It's our only

hope.

Hurry.

Take this.

Okay. Quickly. Quickly.

Help.

Quickly.

Bullseye

tie this around your middle.

I can't. Did you expect a hot air

balloon? Are you going to bail yourself

out or is this a wasted visit?

She's never going to make it.

They've obviously been feeding you in

there.

There's no time.

Let's

go.

Heat. Heat.

It was found on the roof, citizen, after

he jumped.

Good morning, Citizen Lisbar.

Do you have any federalist names for me?

Not one,

not even when your life depends on it.

Then you shall join your reluctant lover

at the guillotine.

No,

citizen, please.

I've done nothing wrong.

Last night the countest Martineak

escaped from here aided by the Pimpanel.

You swore to me he was dead.

I do not forgive liars. Citizen Lisbar

drive on.

Heat. Heat.

Annette,

don't let me go to my death without your

forgiveness.

God will forgive you, Phipe.

I cannot.

Thank you for this.

We meet again, Madam Moiselle, but

definitely for the last time.

The Pimp Panel may have saved your

parents,

but not you.

Safe.

Goodbye, Mammoth.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Yeah.

Heat.

I'm

safe.

Heat.

Heat.

Deep breath.

Let's

make

Where am I? I thought we were dead.

Mr. Pier's diving bell patent pending

brandy.

Cozy ain't it?

Bottoms up.

Oh,

it's like this.

Our heartfelt thanks of Percy. I pray we

will be able to return your hospitality

once this madness is over. I look

forward to it.

And thank you, sir.

Well, the pleasure is all mine. I hope

you find Carl as agreeable a traveling

companion as I have.

It's our privilege. His tonics have

quite transformed us. I can't tell you

how my appetite is restored.

Oh, good.

Allow me counters.

Why don't you come with us to Spain,

Percy?

We can raise an army there. By next

summer, we'll ride to Paris and throw

Rob's PM to the Sen. I wish no offense,

Madam Moiselle, but I prefer to continue

in my own small way.

But the cause, Percy,

how much more powerful we'd be together.

I fight for people, not causes.

Will I see you again?

I will, Percy.

I know it.

What?

Sh Margarite.

Heat.

Heat.