All language subtitles for The Scarlet Pimpernel 1999 s1e1

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Margaret. Margaret. Ammo. Ammo.

Remember, remember

my children will remember

Learn from this.

People

are taking their revenge. Citizen Rob,

we cannot allow this situation.

Well, nothing. Nothing. What's the

matter with you, Fier? We can't break

him, sitters. I don't want him broken. I

want him talking.

Good evening, Mr. Dani. My name is

Shovela. I head the central committee of

surveillance. You are here to answer my

questions. We know your leader is an

Englishman. We know he's a mil lord. And

we know that you've been working for

him.

I admire you, Mr. Dani. Your endurance

is remarkable. So is your courage. But

your loyalty is misplaced.

Over 200 prisoners, most of them under

sentence of death and all of them

traitors to France, have cheated justice

because of this man's conspiracies.

I want

his name.

The Scarlet

Pimpanel.

I was beginning to think you'd lost your

tongue along with your toenails.

Knock it off. Leave it. What do you

mean?

It's time.

The barge will take you to the coast.

Good luck, my

Heat.

Heat.

The moment has come at last when I can

enjoy the embraces of the man I adore.

Away with all doubts and fears. Come to

me, my love. The trees will shelter us

from prying eyes, and I shall give you

my heart.

Give it.

Oh,

Minnette.

A

dam's been arrested.

My god. Why?

It's better you don't know. Listen,

Minnette, there's

no time. I'm on again.

Could I stay with you? Stay for a couple

of days.

You weren't followed here. No.

Out. You can't come pushing in here like

that. Who's this young bugger?

A friend. Quickly. Solange.

What's this about?

I can't tell you.

It's to do with the Scarlet Peanolstead.

Darling, I don't want to get involved.

You won't. I promise.

Please.

Go.

Thank you, my darling. Manette.

Hope spear.

Quite the dandy, isn't he?

He leaves for the Jacaban club at 11:00.

You can set your watch by him.

Are you sure Dan's here?

They moved him yesterday.

Then we'll try for him tonight.

Hallelujah.

Right. Come on. Let's

Stay here.

I live the justice.

I live the king. Wherever you may be,

the names of the league, Mr. T. The

names,

the names of the less

the names.

Wasn't

that stale? Welcome

carriage. Right on time.

Let's

stay here.

A word, citizen.

Patty,

what are you doing?

Has he talked to Chev? He will an end to

this fast being mocked.

Come on.

care. Don't go in there.

Thank you, Marie.

The boat's coming in after dark. We'll

take James aboard before the others.

Everything's ready, my lord.

Did they know that they're leaving

tonight?

Yes. High tides at six.

I'm most grateful to you, Mr. Xiaoier.

I understand the committee's anger and I

acknowledge my failure. But I asked the

committee's permission to go to England.

Among

those rescued by the Pimpanel, there may

be several who have some small clue to

his identity. People who still have

relatives in prison here.

Is it agreed?

Yes, sir.

Agreed.

I further propose the arrest of the man

and Sanjust.

Naturally,

Sanjust, you're under arrest.

Get dressed. And you, Citizen S.

I hardly know the girl. I I only met her

last night. Very well. Search the attic.

Citizen Ja.

Hurry.

Marie.

I cannot get

out of

James,

I didn't tell him anything.

I never thought you would,

Percy.

Where are you? I'm here.

Don't trust her.

Gospel.

I see.

Will you dance with me, sir Percy?

Dance with my wife, madam. I doubt

society would tolerate such an

affectation.

Oh, Percy,

there you are. Come and amuse me. Lass,

your royal highness, I am only capable

of carriage wit.

Carriage wit? Percy? What the deuce is

that?

The clever remark one thinks of when one

has left the party and is driving home.

I'm going to tell her

Suzanne.

Suzanne.

Margarite.

Margaritus.

How long have you been in England?

Oh, less than a week.

Andrew, this is my dear friend Suzanne

D.

It must be nearly a year. You will

forgive us.

I shall do better than that and leave

you in peace. But only if you swear to

dance with me again.

I swear.

But then

such a cat. Less than a weakening hasn't

already held Sandra's captive. You know

him well.

He's Passy's dearest friend.

Oh, so you married your Melord?

He insisted on it.

And are you happy?

They say loves a disease and marriage

the cure for it.

Soon becomes a cross.

And is Arman in England?

No, he still works in a Paris printing

house, but we write to each other often.

You always were very close.

Arm's the only family I have. I miss

him.

And now he tells me he's in love.

Oh, in love with Manette Rolong, your

protege at the theater desert.

Yes.

And it seems she's now become very

popular.

Especially with our especially with our

mom.

I heard you were in prison.

Laos. God in heaven. What was the

charge?

The usual one. Suspicion of treason. But

you were acquitted.

No,

I was rescued by the Scarlet Pimpanel.

I've heard it said it's the Duke of

Buffett. I was told he was El Mic and I

that he's Lord Dinsbury,

though I fear the wooden leg would prove

a disadvantage.

I didn't know he had one.

Oh, he has several.

Several. One for common paramulation,

one for riding, and a very smooth piece

of maple for love making.

Why would he need a wooden leg for that?

I can only suppose it's a question of

balance.

They kept moving us and always at night.

But I recognized one of the houses.

Do you remember Madame Valet?

The singing teacher in the Rousen Jack?

Yes. Number 23.

It was where we first met.

That's where he hid us. That old

tapestry, the one of the daughters of

thieves. It was still hanging on the

stairs. And yet you never saw his face.

Preferring one vintage to

none of them. Oh, it was so romantic.

Look,

I wear his symbol.

Half the women in London are in love

with a man we don't know.

Yet they may know him.

That's what makes it so deliciously

intriguing.

Forgive me, Lady Blake. But

you are forgiven.

Off you go, Suzanne.

And if you tire of them, tread on his

toes.

Listen everybody, listen. Listen again.

Percy again. It's masterly.

They seek him here.

They seek him there.

Those Frenchies seek him everywhere.

Is he in heaven

or is he in hell? That damned elusive

ang

so sir. I've simply gone from bad to

birth.

Citizen San

Paul,

I'd almost forgotten how beautiful you

are.

Why are you here?

To celebrate the birthday of the Prince

of Wales.

I'm here in place of the ambassador.

He's in bed with a cold or a mistress.

She cheer. Your new role suits you.

But then

You've always chosen the part you play

with such care.

What do you want?

What I can no longer have,

Lady Blakey.

And

surely you're not frightened of me.

I should have been frightened of you.

We needed your help once.

You needed my help.

And you were willing. Sometimes you were

very willing.

I was a fool.

No, but I'm told you married one.

Pardon me, Lady Blakeley.

your servant, sir.

But Sir Percy has asked for you to join

him.

Yes, of course. I'm coming, Tony.

And

how is your brother, Armour? Have you

heard from him lately?

What you mean?

Should we go and meet your husband? I

would so like to meet him.

Percy, a toast is for the delightful

ladies. That was lovely.

Lovely.

Gather around. Gather around. Ladies, a

toast. May we kiss where we please and

please where we kiss. Dear Lady Blake.

Sir,

my most abject and humble apologies.

I've completely drowned your crevat. How

can I possibly make amends for such

clumsiness?

It's of no consequence. It's only a

crevat.

Only a crevat? Oh, my dear sir, a crevat

is the apotheiois of all neckwear. A

crevat distinguishes a man of refinement

from the merely ordinary. It snears at

the severity of the stock. It is the

only item of dress that expresses true

individuality. And whether it be made of

lace or silk or the finest lawn, it

thrives on ingenuity, on originality,

and above all on personality. Down to

the last skilled twist of bow or not.

Bravo, Percy. Bravo. Your husband's

frequent flash of wit are most

agreeable. Lady Blakeley,

not as agreeable as his occasional

flashes of silence.

This is Miss Shouvela, your royal

highness, from the French Ministry of

Justice.

Justice

in France.

Clean bold by God, sir. That's a

cricketing expression, Mr. Shuffle.

Shove.

Whatever. I dare say it's not a game

you're familiar with.

No chance.

If your nobility had played cricket,

they might have kept their heads.

Oh, I doubt if a game could change the

course of history. Oh, Lord. Sir

Crickety could. Lady Blakeney finds a

game somewhat tedious. Don't you, madam?

It has all the excitement of a graveyard

under snow.

I fear it is beyond your womanly

comprehension.

Indeed, but the time when an Englishman

most resembles a lover, when his eyes

light up, his heart pounds, and his face

is a glow, is the time when he latters

out lustfully at a little ball. Oh,

I have my sport, madam, and doubtless

you have yours.

Why not come down to Blakeley Hall and

see a game for yourself?

Stay for the weekend. Lady Blake would

be delighted to welcome you, won't you,

my dear?

You're very kind, Sir Percy.

Then you'll come.

I sure look forward to it.

Marvelous,

Lady Blake.

P say what did you ask him?

Always pleasant to renew old

friendships.

But you don't know him.

But you do, don't you,

Lady Blakeley?

Don't you know me?

I am onel sincere.

I don't give a hapony fig who you are,

madam, but I suggest you remove yourself

until you're fit for company.

How dare you, sir?

How dare I what, sir?

You have insulted her. Apologize.

Who the devil's this popping jay?

I am the comp to clar defan, and I

demand satisfaction.

And I'll wager you'll get it before the

night is out.

A duel, Missure. Oh Lord, save us. What

an excitable little object you are. Seek

to make a pin cushion of me, would you,

sir? You should know that dueling is

forbidden in England. It's bad for the

digestion, and it ruins one's clothes.

Oh, you refuse.

I never fight anyone if they haven't

been introduced.

But don't just stand there ftting like

an affronted porcupine. Take the lady

home, sir. Take the lady home.

Why in the name of heaven does the

Pimpanel keep bringing him over? It's

becoming a positive invasion.

Citizen Jerier, traitor to the republic.

What is it?

Nothing. I was fencing last week at

Whites with Young Dehurst. His damn foil

snapped and he pinkedked me. It's a

scratch.

No. Lord Palmer, don't fuss me. Thank

you, Robert.

Thank you for what you did.

What I did? Pray. What was that?

Sassier.

The wretched woman was tipsy.

She wanted to kill me.

Does it surprise you?

The same week we were married.

Margarite. The same week. Do you

remember?

Yes.

But I remember how in love we were. The

McKe, the Machis, the children, all of

them executed.

Why did you denounce them?

I thought you loved me.

Blind, unquestioning devotion, madam. Is

that what you demand of me?

You never once gave me a reason.

Why should you need one

if you love me?

It

promises to be another perfect day.

Always this mask of indifference.

We all of us wear masks from time to

time.

Even you, madam.

I have no choice.

Nor have I.

I told you once my life was yours.

Yes.

And I believed you.

You must have given me

Why did you turn your back on France?

I saw the revolution become revenge.

And I was as guilty as anyone.

Do you think liberty can have an easy

birth? No mess, no blood. True B is

always

What do you want, Paul?

I want you to help me to save your

brother. He's being held in love force.

I don't believe you.

It's true.

For what offense?

Tell me.

Working with the enemies of France.

That's absurd.

I've seen the evidence. My hands are

tied. But if you help me and we succeed,

Arm could join you here in England.

If we succeed in doing what?

Finding the Scarlet Pimpanel.

That's impossible.

Listen to me, Margaret. You're now an

aristocrat, invited to every ball, every

reception, at the very center of

society. So is the Pimpanel.

This should be easy for you. An actress

with such an ability to fascinate,

talent to disseminate.

No.

Do you see this man as a hero? The

people he rescues are worthless.

Poverty and injustice mean nothing to

them.

Paul, live in their world, and you'll

soon know why. It's true, nothing

touches them. True, they have no

understanding. But does that justify

death?

This man is an enemy of the revolution,

and you can help me find him. And if I

can't

or if I refuse to,

then I shall have nothing with which to

bargain for your brother's life.

I have the dizzy here.

Shall we?

I take

a song. Oh, come madam. A song.

No, Percy. Will you deny us when we all

know how truly your voice mirrors your

beauty?

I pray you excuse me.

Must I entreat you then?

Entreat away, sir. I will not sing.

What is a wife but inexplicability in

pedicodes?

What is a husband but a bully in

britches?

Uh, I fear we must be leaving, Percy.

Lady Blakey, our thanks.

No, no, no, no, no. We must end this

evening with a ditty in honor of Miss

Chamber.

A song, a French song that's become the

rage of London. Sa gather around.

Watch what you say or you lose your

head.

Sometimes see an execution.

And you drop down

the tale of

a blood sight you have never seen.

I must speak with you.

It's late, madam. Can't wait till

morning.

Please

in prison.

The devil he is. Chevan told me

and he says

he says

he says what madam

he says he can do nothing to help him

indeed

you seemed uncommon close at carton

please

help me pass

what is this man to you

nothing

what was he to

You told me once of your summer spent

with the sassers

how well your family knew them.

My family also knew them.

We were tenants on their land,

treated like the cattle on the estate.

My father asked for justice,

for simple food.

They hanged him.

They hanged my mother with him.

I was 12,

was nine, but we survived.

Then when the revolution came,

I heard almost by chance that the

marquee was plotting with Austria.

I was well known,

a popular actress.

The ideal symbol of liberty and

revolution.

Paul

Shoula

made it easy for me. So easy.

Give me sassir. He said, take your

revenge. And then when I did as he

asked, he killed them. Oh,

Py,

if you ever loved me, help me now.

Amar is French and subject to French

law.

But but you are the prince's friend. You

know, Lord Grenville.

I was at Harrow with Grenville. Hopeless

at cricket. Cannot imagine why Pit made

him foreign secretary. But he'd never

intervene in such a matter. It's not

done. Besides,

France is at war with Austria, and

doubtless we'll be next.

Percy, my brother.

Calm yourself, madam. My natural desire

to aid Omar is hindered by circumstances

beyond my power to alter. I cannot help

you.

You really should do something about

that cough, Mr. Fumier.

You sent the messages to Sir Andrew and

Lord Anthony.

I did, sir.

Give this to Lady Blakeley. Explain my

sudden departure. Keep an eye on Shovel,

especially the little tad fumier. What

time's the morning tide?

Quart 6, sir.

Morning and documents.

They're in the saddle bags.

Where would I be without you, Fisher?

Good luck, Sir Percy.

Thank you, Fisher.

Good morning, my lady from Sir Percy.

Madam, I trust I did not disturb your

slumbers with my early departure, but

I'd entirely forgot a wager made with

Sir Harry Lacy of the Cumberland Fleet

to race the daydream against his yacht

clearra from Greenwich to Graves End. My

most sincere apologies to Miss Shovel. I

deeply deplore I cannot be present to

bid him a due, but doubtless he much

prefers your company to mine. Percy,

good morning, Lady Blakeley.

Perfect morning.

That'll be all.

You rise adding with you.

You have a short memory.

Is Sir Percy still in bed?

Lord, no sir.

He's racing his yacht on the temps this

morning. It's a passion with him

together with his passion for cricket

and creates obviously a very passionate

man.

Mrs. Shlan

Paul

and as he's married a very passionate

woman it must be a perfect marriage.

Yes, perfect.

One might almost say too perfect, too

good to be true. Isn't that the same?

Like the performance you're giving now?

You've forgotten how well I know you,

Margarita. How intimately.

Yes. This is how I remember you. This is

the real poor Shogun.

Probing, hurting your real passion.

They say there's a fool in every

marriage.

There must be two in yours.

Everything's ready, citizen. I'm coming

for me. I'm returning to Paris.

Two weeks time, your brother will stand

trial. There's no doubt that the

sentence will be easy.

Find me the pimpanel.

How can I?

Goodbye, Lady Blakeney.

Wait. There is something. There is

something. Paul, listen to me. Listen to

me.

Something. And what's something?

A house. A house in Paris. Used by the

Pimpanel. A hiding place for those he

rescues.

How do you know this?

Susan Deorn. They took her there and she

remembered it.

23 Ru Sanjac.

Good. See, it's easy. Talk to the other

rescued Amy Grace. So lead you to him.

And ammo.

Amu. Yes. This should delay matters.

Promise me.

Promise me.

Do what I can and wait to hear further

from you.

You will.

I know I will. But one more thing. In a

recent encounter with the Pimpanel, I

shot and wounded him. It may be of some

help to you. I wish you good hunting.

Lady is pregnant.

My lady,

why is this door locked?

Sir Percy's study is always locked. My

lady,

unlock it.

Sir Percy has given orders that are no

unlock this door, Fisher.

If you don't, I will have it broken down

and you will be dismissed.

Only Sir Percy has the keys to the

drawers, lady.

We have to find where our M's being

held. But how? Period.

Mercy, my noble slasher. Come up. Come

up. It's my birthday. My birthday. I'm

22.

Heat.

Heat.

The dance that is sweeping Paris, my

lord. Even the guillotine has become

fashionable. Doubtless and Rob spear

will approve. Rob Spear. Now Rob Spear

will go far. Why so? because he believes

everything he says. I hope one day to

piss on his grave.

Not so fast, my lord. I think you better

come with us.

Down to the revolution.

Dear fellow, don't forget about the

bush. Say what you really think.

I always say what I think, my lord. But

I am always most careful to whom I say

it.

The incorruptible himself. Huh? In the

style of Davided. No.

You flatter him, Senor.

So does Davidid. Flatter any of them for

their right money. Even that poxy

gargoyle mara leaves me free for my

other work. Bush Bronino Reuben's.

She has a skin like pearl.

Where's the maserini?

The maserini.

I haven't an original brush stroke in my

body.

What do you want, dear friend?

Five letters signed and stamped granting

permission to leave Paris. One for a

woman. You'll need civil certificates

and passes from the committee of general

surveillance. Now, Chauan signature.

That is my masterpiece.

surpasses.

Yes.

Adorable. Housing.

How is the theater?

Packed every night we play. Is Margarite

city?

Alas, no. To tell the truth, dear

creature, I was in such a sad flutter of

indecision that I quite forgot to ask

her.

She is well

indeed. But she fears for our mom.

He was in the concier, but they moved

him.

Could you find him?

Can't you?

We are foreigners,

English aristo, and we need to be

discreet

from the league.

Are you the Scarlet Pimper? No, but he's

close to him.

I can't help you. I live in this city,

my lord, and that is what I intend to

do. Live.

But our mom could die. Is it so much to

ask?

Do you know the cafe mechanic

in Sen?

Give me tomorrow to find him. Meet me

there the following day, 11:00. The

prisons are crowded. They've arrested

scores of suspects. It won't be easy.

We know that.

Thank you.

You can thank me if I find him.

There goes Tney and his virginity with

him, I should imagine.

I don't think you'll miss it.

A toast. A toast to Aruro Mazerini

Mazarini.

to his friends and to mine. It's a love

that's brief and to love that never

dies.

Yeah.

Is it nice?

Have your papers ready, citizens.

Section authorization, civic

certificates, travel entry, and all

residential permits.

Maral

seems.

Yes.

Madame Bala,

let me see your hands.

A seam mistress.

You'll be sorry.

Very convincing set of papers. Where do

you get them?

What brings you to Paris?

I was hoping to see Armore.

Possibly.

Or to find members of the League and

inform them that a certain house is no

longer safe. I trusted you to help me

save your brother.

Help you to find my brother? Do you

think I don't know that it was you that

had Armor arrested?

What will Sir Percy be told when he

returns to Blakey Hall?

That I'm visiting friends in London?

No. So, you already lie to him.

And does he lie to you?

Suppose

he hasn't been sailing on the Temps.

What do you mean?

Well, he might be somewhere else.

Possibly with another woman.

No.

You seem very sure. Why

do you think he cares for you? You're a

rich man's possession.

It would be ironic, wouldn't it, if he

was here in Paris?

Very ironic.

Plenty of horizontal ladies here, even

in the prisons, the jailers take their

pick. The young marquees dean was found

stark naked with one of them on the very

morning of her execution.

What a charming story. Obviously excites

you.

Do I?

You can't forgive me, can you?

Was I your possession, Paul?

No.

No. You were always out of reach. Even

lying in my arms.

Lying? Yes.

It was all lies, wasn't it?

And it still is. You give me no choice.

You're going to love force.

My dear Mio Plch, how gratifying to see

you, sir. and in such splendid health.

Sir Percy, I'm honored the lord. Sir

Andrew, Lord Duhurst, what brings you to

Paris with the Prussians already at

Verdon?

Business plush business and an escape

from business.

Very necessary. And your coat is

finished.

Excellent. I'm a quiver with

anticipation.

It's a Percy's coat, Andre.

He's new and I'm not sure of him.

I'm here to free Amal Saj.

You may have to be quick. I've heard the

mob are getting restless. There are

rumors that they're being incited to

storm the prisons and kill the so-called

enemies of the Republic.

Seems that prison ain't the safest place

to be.

Did Mr. Dani survive?

No.

I liked him.

He was betrayed.

The coat. Sir Percy.

Ah,

superb. Mr.

And the collar, the collar, sir, is your

masterpiece.

Thank you, sir. Bye. Andre Champagne,

Hurst, are you unwell?

No, but he's quite exhausted, Mr. Ollie.

The poor fellow was up most of the

night.

He couldn't sleep.

I don't think they let him.

It's for Rob.

Note the buttons, my lord.

They said he has no sense of humor.

No head citizen.

I trust that's not an omen.

Not everything.

Someone to see you. I'm busy.

How busy?

Interesting.

But I'm going to someone

Madame Holl,

good morning to you, my lord. Where are

the others?

Out walking.

Did you find our mother?

No, he's in Laos.

Oh, the force.

You must warn Percy. Not yet. Why not?

Right. I want everybody out of here or

you can stay and be arrested. Orders of

the CGS. Go.

You stay. Sit down.

Minute.

Wait,

turn that thing off.

All right, get out.

They seek him here.

They seek him there. Those

Frenchies seek him everywhere. Is he in

heaven or is he in hell? Oh no. He's

sitting

right in front of me.

But it don't rhyme. Shuffle on. And it

ain't a proper poem if it don't rhyme.

How are you, Sir Percy?

Torbably well. And yourself, sir?

Very well indeed. So is Lady Blakey.

Lady Blakeney? I don't follow.

No, but she followed me. Sir Percy.

She's here in Paris

in La Force. I'm sure it'll only be a

temporary lodging.

On the other hand, you of course will

stand trial as an enemy of the

revolution.

I don't think my neck's ready for that

yet.

Heat. Heat.

Ah,

heat.

Where's your horse?

Who's watching a horse on Jack?

Dur

cost.

How the devil did you? Where's Tony?

Tony's dead.

He knew the risks.

Margarita's here in Paris. What?

Shovel's imprisoned her. So now we have

two to rescue.

There's two people working in the street

who seem confoundedly interested in this

house.

You think they know? Perhaps

our time here may be short.

It must have come as quite a shock to

discover your husband was the Scarlet

Pimpernanel, especially after betraying

him. I'm surprised he'd never told you,

unless of course he didn't trust you.

Yes, that's it.

He'd never trusted you, his French

Republican wife.

And it seems that he was right, doesn't

it? Because now, thanks to you,

the trap is set and he's about to walk

into it.

Don't sell the skin till you've caught

the bear.

Oh, the bear will be caught.

It's inevitable.

Then again, because of you, the League

will be destroyed.

The League?

Well, I have thought it was obvious.

I'll offer him your freedom and Armons

for an interesting list of names.

Peri would never agree to such a

betrayal.

Coming from you, that's comic.

You'll agree.

He has too much to lose,

including his honor

or his wife. It's an interesting

dilemma, isn't it?

Do you really think that he'd watch you

go to the guillotine?

I'm deeply in your debt, Margaret.

Deeply.

You've given me everything.

No,

not everything.

Even if he managed to escape me. Even if

he succeeded in getting you out, he

knows Amo would die immediately.

As another dilemma.

I pity you.

What makes

You're the one in prison. So you come

and mock me, hoping my anguish will free

you.

But I'm stronger than you

because love is stronger than hate.

It's fortunate Margaritas is in La

Force. Why fortunate? The tunnel.

What tunnel?

The comrade's tunnel. Didn't I tell you?

No, Percy.

30 years ago, the Duke de Combre was

imprisoned in La Force and simply

vanished from his cell by sorcery. It

was said

that's an old story

and one that's always intrigued me. So

when I met the comre less than a year

ago in London when the league was being

formed, I asked him how he did it. Of

course, there was no sorcery.

Poor devil spent 5 years in the old

dungeons, the deepest part of the

prison, digging a tunnel to the sewers.

But then this is how the mystery came

about.

Before he escaped, he cleverly concealed

both the entrance and the exit, and they

were never found.

But you know where they are. Thanks to

the comb, I knew exactly.

What help will that be to our moller's

getting impatient?

Two houses facing different streets.

Both belong to me.

Home door. You have friends who can hide

you.

I pray you succeed.

Citizen,

I trust you will excuse our somewhat

hasty departure. There are some

excellent wines in the cellar.

Time's running out for us.

I support Danton.

Why should men leave Paris to fight for

their country? It's a little tight pl

knowing this army of traitors are still

in the prisons.

The tribunals have been too slow

and the trials too long. Citizen,

the trials?

No, the sleeves and the trials.

Justice should be swift. We must let the

people do what has to be done.

The people rule, citizens.

I do like the buttons.

I gave you Dani Almo Sanjust and then

the Pimpanel himself.

What more do you want? It's not my fault

you let him slip through your fingers.

Don't let your mouth talk your head off,

Mel Roland. You'll be paid for all your

services the day Blakey mounts the steps

in Blas Lucarel.

Come in for me. Eh,

citizen.

This tunnel of the Duke,

it must be found.

Yes, citizen. But it won't be easy.

Look at me, not her.

The building's old and parts of it are

completely derelict.

Find it.

Yes, citizen.

But should it prove necessary, I'm going

to have to have at least half

as many white asses as you need, Fumier.

Now,

yes, citizen.

Governor Toué,

this way.

It's down there.

Which one was the comrade cell? What the

devil should I know? It was 30 years

ago. I wasn't here. Not used now. rather

you than me.

Andrew

You'd oblige me greatly, Miss Yor, by

moving to the chair

sitting on it.

Good.

We've come to get one of your prisoners.

A certain Arma Sanjust. Do you know him?

I don't know any of them. I know how

many. Too many. But who they are and

what they want here is not my concern.

Quite. So, is there a guard out there?

Call him in.

God,

take the fellow's musket. Andrew

keys,

go with him and find Omar and hurry.

I'm

not bad.

It's a party.

It's very good to see you again, my dear

mother. This is no time for pleasantry.

Go.

Hurry. Pass it.

cousin.

No, there's a price in his head and I'm

claiming it.

Citizen show this hell been found.

I know but the pimpanel has bar gates.

The mob could be heading this way.

Gods.

Well, serably

well. Shuffle on. And have you had a

beneficial day?

The comrade's tunnel. Where is it?

Doesn't exist, I'm afraid. An invention

of mine. By the by. How long's that

young Trumpet Manette worked for you?

So, how did the comre escape?

He bribed his jailer and left dressed as

the man's wife.

Where is Armour Sanjus?

Lord, you're as curious as a

chambermaid. Amar's free as a bird. But

your wife isn't. And you can save her.

How?

By giving me the names of your so-called

league. And of those traitors working

with you here in Paris.

I wouldn't be very popular.

Now, what difference would that make to

you with your head in a basket?

Not a jot, but how would I know

Margarite would be safe? I give you my

word.

But what's it worth?

Something for you to decide.

Very well.

But after I've seen her

alone.

Well, madam, he is a pretty kettle of

fish.

Hardly my choice of venue for an

intimate rendevo, I must confess.

However, one must make the best of it.

As the mariner said to the mermaid,

"Don't treat me like this, Percy. We're

alone. There's no one here to play to.

This isn't Carlton House. And I'm not

the o so witty Lady Blakey. I'm Margaret

Sanjust. The woman you fell in love

with.

The woman who betrayed you."

Betrayed

the house. The house in Rousan Jack.

Susan knew it, remembered it, and I told

Shalier.

But did you know I was the pimp?

No, not then. But when I asked you to

help me with armor, you seem so

different, so uncaring. I didn't

understand. How could I? Why didn't you

tell me, By? Why didn't you tell me from

the beginning?

I would to God I had.

And then when I did know it was you, I

came to warn you, to be with you,

because I wanted you to know how much I

love you. I've been such a fool.

Can you forgive me?

Oh, my love, there's nothing to forgive.

Should have trusted you. Told you

everything.

You're my life. Nothing will come

between us.

Nothing can. Nothing can.

My mom is safe and so will you be.

No, I can't live without you.

Then why not live with me?

That's mighty illmannered of you

shufflon bursting in like some demented

cannibal wanting his supper.

It's time, Sir Percy.

Time? Yes. Such a creeping thief.

You can take a fellow's life without him

noticing.

So, madam, I'll bid you

and trust that you'll sleep soundly.

Good night, my lord.

Will you join me at breakfast?

Lord, madam, I'm hunting at 6.

pen, ink, and paper.

How very obliging of you.

Good night to Percy.

myself.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

What do we

citizens?

This woman is being denounced as a

traitor to our beloved country.

A woman once held in high regard,

a public figure, an actress loved and

applauded by the people. And how does

she repay the people's adulation?

She must die.

May it please the committee.

Very well, Sha. But keep it quick.

If this woman is indeed a traitor, then

I will be the first to condemn her.

The committee bases its judgment on

facts.

We are accustomed to anonymous

denunciations and I find many of them to

be false motivated by revenge or greed

or then you shall confront her accuser

guard.

State your name.

Why do you denounce the woman sanjus?

Citizen Chaua is protecting her.

She was his mistress before she married

a certain English aristocrat.

No, no, no. This woman worked for me as

an informer.

Yes. And I take pride in the fact that I

had a certain talent for it. Indeed, she

had in bed

where she gathered most of her

information. It was obvious she enjoyed

her work.

But then she began to use her talent for

her own ends to eliminate rivals and to

compromise.

We're running late.

What's the accused have to say?

Does it matter what I have to say?

You've already decided I'm guilty.

I'm not a traitor.

I believe in the greatness of France and

her people I always have.

I believed in the revolution, but I have

watched it turn into a holocaust. This

week in the prisons, over a thousand

people have been murdered. What have you

done to stop it?

Nothing.

You wanted it.

She's condemned herself.

Your defense of the woman Sanjust was a

serious error of judgment.

Citizen Ro,

you will lead the escort when she goes

to her execution.

Is that clearly understood? Citizen

shovel.

Yes.

Could Blakeley be the pimpernel?

Who knows?

Indeed,

That's right.

Heat. Heat.

Heat up here.

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Away

with all doubts and fears. Come to me,

my love. The trees will shelter us from

prying eyes, and I shall give you my

heart.

Salange.

Oh, the hussy. How could she cheat me

like this?

Margarite.

Margarite, come back to bed.

Promises to be another perfect day.

You said that once, remember?

Did I?

After the party at Carlton House and you

said,

you said, "I told you once my life is

yours."

How impossibly romantic of me.

Do you love me, Percy?

I confess I do,

but I beg you not to reveal it to

anyone. To be in love with one's wife is

considered fearfully unfashionable.

Who is someone else's wife?

Utterly undesirable

and with no one at all.

Unbelievably uncomfortable.

Aha.

So you admit to preferring wedlock,

matrimony,

conjugal bliss.

In a word, marriage.

Lord madam. Marriage ain't a word. It's

a sentence.

Heat.

Heat.