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Unfortunately, your trial is to be in Paris, Count.

I should have liked to have dealt with you personally.

You go with him, Countess.

We shall make do with your daughter.

Take the girl to Calignan.

The prisoners here to be executed have been found guilty of conspiring in a

Federalist rebellion.

Let their deaths be an example to you all.

No one defies the revolution in Normandy and lives.

Lady Arnott to Martin York.

bloody tyranny of the small -minded puffed -up little men who pretend to

and punch you into greater darkness.

at you, idiot.

Raise the blade.

Release her!

Release her!

Release the girl!

The spirit of liberty demands her to be spared.

She abhors you!

of liberty at your own peril, citizen.

So you have supernatural communion with this spirit, do you, old man?

As she has if she were flesh and blood, sir.

And what, pray, 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.

Thank you.

Who maintains this machine?

Put him back!

All right, this is the nobleman's horse.

This twisted monstrosity.

You Frenchies never were kind to horses. Why didn't you save the others?

I 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 principled Federalists.

I was at least going to my death with honour.

Your buccaneering wins ashamed me.

What will they think of me now as they go to the guillotine?

I apologize for saving your life, mademoiselle, but I fear you would have

numbered amongst the lesser martyrs. She died for Franco -Federalism is a

ghastly, stirring phrase.

Quickly! Get in the cart!

Didier'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.

The Count and Countess de Martignac.

Federalist traitors from Normandy.

Is he right?

Hey.

Hey!

Welcome to Paris.

The Count and Countess de Montignac.

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.

I have some bad news, sir.

Where's Marguerite?

The child, sir.

It came early.

The surgeon did everything he could.

Milady saw the child, sir, before she died.

Our rector'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. Tuller.

What is the shame to waste it?

You are going to snap out of this, aren't you, Percy?

Marguerite was dear to us all.

Dammit, she believed in life as a thing to be relished!

You're quite right, Your Highness.

I've acquired a terrible leaning to sentimentality. Enjoy yourself!

Sir William, you've got yourself a new man servant, have you? Your Highness,

Percy?

Khalid is not my servant, Your Highness.

He's an apothecary.

Saved my life when a cobra bit me.

Extraordinary. He travelled back to Europe with me to study our own

Does he speak English?

He would if he had a tongue.

Oh, bad luck.

Tiger got it.

Do pardon the prince. He's led a very sheltered existence.

An apothecary, you say?

Perhaps he has a potion that will lift Percy from this ennui of his.

How odd.

Suddenly my feet are positively itching for the dance floor.

Lady Annette de Martignac.

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 Martignac.

Martignac. 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 hear you're a woman of high principle.

Perception of high depends on one's vantage point.

Please excuse me.

Exile certainly hasn't cooled her spirits.

She could make an iceberg bubble.

Percy!

Percy!

Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce myself.

Philippe Lispar, junior consul at the French embassy.

A revolutionary at court. A very novel.

I do try to leave politics to daylight hours, if others permit me. Oh, a

pragmatic revolutionary.

More novel still.

I apologise for presuming on your company.

Monsieur.

I hear diplomats are excellent dancers.

Experts at not putting on toes.

You are a spirited dancer, Mademoiselle. 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, Mr. Lestat.

Then what are you invited?

I do not give favors freely, sir.

But the right man may earn them.

How, sir?

My parents, the Count and Countess de Martignac, are 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, Monsieur.

Federalists and true Democrats.

After the revolution, they freely divested themselves of much of their

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 Monsieur Robespierre.

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 Percival Blakely. You are?

We already met in the ballroom.

Did we?

These evenings often pass in rather a blur.

One treats their men a young thing.

Your rudeness is certainly distinctive.

So is your gallantness, mademoiselle. I beg your pardon.

If you must trade your virtue for advantage, I would at least choose a

reliable partner than Monsieur Lispard.

I take criticism from no one.

Especially not a pampered, indulgent Englishman.

Indulgence may be an English sport, Lady Martignac, but your countryman made it

an art form.

halfway back round 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 Martignac 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 three hours until dinner.

Dinner.

Is this what Marguerite 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 are you going, Percy?

To London, to stop a girl making a fool of herself.

Mademoiselle de Martigny, I feared you won't come. I am always true to my word,

Phoenix.

Do you have any nuke for me?

Your parents are safe and well.

I received a letter from Paris today.

Some chocolate?

No, thank you.

We have a bargain, do we not?

I am willing to honor my pledge.

Mademoiselle, 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, Mr. Lisbon. Citizen Didier, the prefect of Normandy, is convinced

were rescued by the Pimpernel.

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, Philippe.

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 outdoes your desire. No, ma 'am.

I swear I have as fallible a heart as any man.

I would give the world for your affection.

But to save your parents, the information it must be.

What will become of the Pimpernel if I do name him? I cannot say.

It is out of my hands. But my parents... I can do nothing without the

Pimpernel's identity.

With it, anything is possible.

Even saving your dear parents from the guillotine.

His name is Sir William Weatherby.

I won't tell you how.

And you will report to me tomorrow?

It will be done tomorrow.

Good.

Is your husband at home now?

No. So it was you who was just transacting business with a young

He's not in my...

I'd rather not leave your babe motherless.

There's an assassin after your blood.

What? You should lock your doors at night.

Annette de Martignac told this by you with a pimpernel.

He paid the cut threat 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.

You're over 50.

And as fit as a flea.

Visit us this hour.

Sir, mercy, please.

I've done something terrible.

What in hell's name are you doing here?

I'm an ungrateful coward, sir.

I told Monsieur Despard you were the pimpernel.

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

Why did you tell Monsieur Lispard that I am the Pimpernel?

Well...

You just have to let them know who's master.

Khalid.

Shall we take him to the jailhouse or shall we shoot him now?

Allow me to deal with him.

How much were you paid for this?

How much? Five guineas, sir.

I see from your calloused 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 guineas 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 Pimpernel, 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 erudite.

Dear Sir Percy, 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

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 honour you have shown to me in life.

When the Pimpernel rides again, my heart will ride with him.

Yours, actionately, Annette de Martignac.

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 gnome.

We have to catch up with Annette.

Annette? Oh, and Khalid wants to bring his snake.

Hasn't he had enough adventures already?

He's packed his bags. Maybe he's planning a grand tour.

Percy!

I'm too old for this, Percy!

Please tell your mistress Monsieur Lispard is here to see her.

I cannot, sir. She is not here.

Where is she?

I cannot say, sir. Please, I must speak with her.

Annette? It's me, Philippe.

Annette?

Please, I must speak with you, I beg you.

I'm sailing for France today to see Clemency from Robespierre himself.

I do it for you, Annette.

France, sir. Oh, my God.

She'll be killed.

Tom?

Lawrence? For tomorrow's executions.

Citizen.

He says a girl meeting her description left on the parish coach an hour ago.

Yeah.

Let's get some horses.

And who have we seen today, Bertrand?

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 he said she traveled on the packet ship from Dover.

Really?

That's them.

Your papers, if you wouldn't mind.

Oh, no, we're just travelling. Travelling peddler, sir.

Recently returned from India, selling vases.

So you have obtained customs documentation for your goods?

Is that something that we could do now, perhaps?

You're too late, peddler.

You're under arrest.

Everybody, look at the boy.

You'd be so kind as to unveil yourself, Mademoiselle.

Look at the boy. The boy.

Uh, Lady Annette de Martignac.

Fugitive.

It looks

like you.

I 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

work.

And where would they be?

Rue Latin, next to the church.

Yes,

I've heard of the place.

sort this misunderstanding out later, shall we?

She's a fugitive, Sergeant Bebo.

I'm mistaken this time, boy.

Everybody back on the coach.

Jean -Claude.

Give me a hand with this thing!

Today, Jean -Claude.

What brings you here, friend?

We're hoping you might smuggle us into Paris.

And the small matter of liberating the Count and Countess of Martignac from the

concierge. Concierge? Are you serious?

What in the devil's kitchen's that?

A weak diving bell. Two men can travel six fathoms down and go along under the

water. And kill themselves into the bargain.

Firstly, what do you think of it?

It's ingenious.

It's ingenious.

Name?

Jean -Claude Pio.

This is my son, Eric.

Nature of your business?

Bakers. We're delivering a new oven.

Boy! They're not in my book, citizen.

Anyway, wait.

The baker's oven, you say?

You haven't seen three spice pedals on the road, have you?

No, no, sir.

That's good.

Very well.

You may park.

What's the matter with you, man?

Doctor!

Is he dead?

You know, by the time the trial's over, Didier will have the head of every spice

peddler from here to Marseilles. Just as long as we get to Annette before he

does.

I read your letter, citizen Lisbeth, but I failed to grasp what exactly it is

you are requesting.

Annette de Martignac, the daughter of the Count and Countess, provided me with

the identity of the Pimpernel, sir.

Citizen, please.

Of course, sir.

Citizen, Robespierre.

And?

The Pimpernel, Sir William Weatherby, is no more.

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 Countess

spared. I have Lady de Martignac'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

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, I... Your romantic attachment to Annetta Martinac has not

unnoticed by your superiors at the consulate.

And it seems you're...

Passions have quite upset your reason.

The Count and Countess are 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 Gibbon.

And like Rome,

This republic will not decline.

And so.

It is charged against you both that you are federally supporters of the King,

and that in the town of Calignac 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 Robespierre.

You and your wife were arrested the day after a pitched battle near the town of

Kalignac between Federalist traitors and a detachment of the Republican Guard

led by Citizen Auguste Didier, Prefect of Normandy.

The insurrectionist militia were barracked on your private lands and

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 exists to protect our republic possibly invade it?

They defended nothing.

They sought only blood with an appetite that was never hated.

Well, answer me this, Count. To who do 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 mob.

No, I denounce no man, only inhumanity.

And by what yardstick do you measure this inhumanity? By the word of God,

A churchman, too.

You see what you have created?

Ruled by mob.

You tear down everything.

You build nothing. You sacrifice nobility. And you worship ignorance.

Spoken like a true aristocrat.

Your king would be proud.

This is an outrage!

redemption in a baptism of blood?

These are good people.

They don't deserve to die.

Can't you see?

Annette. Who pray are you, citizenette?

His daughter.

Annette de Martignac.

Fugitive.

I see.

Then you shall remain a fugitive no longer. Arrest her.

And I move that she be suddenly tried along with her co -conspirators.

doing the damned from hell might be easier. Go and make the preparations.

It has to be tonight.

Simpson Robson, please, reconsider, I beg of you.

At least spare the life of Annette de Martignac.

She's just a foolhardy girl. And the convicted traitor twice over.

And you are rapidly heading in that direction yourself.

Does her exposure of the Pimpernel count for nothing?

Can you prove he's dead?

I swear it.

My instincts tell me that Mademoiselle de Martinac 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 from Mademoiselle de Martinac 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

sentence.

to life imprisonment.

Philippe.

Ciprian Robespierre sent me.

I entreated him to spare you, but for my pain 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

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.

You will respect my silence.

Have you no feeling for me?

Tomorrow I leave this life, Philippe.

What I feel toward you is of little significance.

Damn your obstinacy.

Damn you, Annette.

You took long enough to find them!

Six. I've got him!

Trespass. With murderous intent is as serious an offense as it is in England.

They'd string you up at the crossroads.

Leave your carcass to the crows. Fortunately, we are men of compassion.

Right, we are. What have we here?

Scab within two or three days.

Malaria in one to two hours.

Boils.

Lunacy within two or three minutes.

Or death by snakebite.

It's virtually instantaneous.

Oh, hmm.

Maybe death is a little harsh for someone who's been such a good sport.

The madness isn't permanent.

So personally, I'd clump up a scab.

Oh, maybe we should just put our friend to sleep. I'm sure he'd appreciate a

rest after all his excitement.

I'm a potion, Khalid.

Sweet dreams.

Well, will you talk?

Even if I did, do you think Robespierre would spare you, Philippe?

You have already proved yourself a traitor in his eyes by speaking for me.

I have his word.

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.

You will not help yourself.

Go home!

Hygiene never was this country's pursuit.

Excuse me, sir.

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

There's likely to be a little fuss my way.

thought you could possibly do with the Constitution.

Who are you? A friend. We need to move quickly.

Where's your wife?

Good

evening,

madame. My dear.

But Pimpernel has come for us. Quickly.

What about Annette?

Later. I will not leave without her.

I see you're reluctant to be rescued, London family.

You must find Pimpernel.

It's our only hope.

Hurry.

Take this.

Touch her, touch her.

Tie this around your middle.

I can't.

What do you expect, a hot air balloon?

Are you going to bear yourself count, or is this a wasted video?

Never gonna make it.

They've obviously been feeding you in there.

Chill.

There's no time.

It was found on the roof, citizen, after he jumped.

Good morning, citizen Lispa.

Do you have any Federalist names for me?

Hmm?

Not one?

Not even when your life depends on it?

Then you shall join your reluctant lover at the guillotine.

No.

Citizen, please.

I have done nothing wrong.

Last night, the Count and Countess de Martinac escaped from here, aided by the

Pimpernel.

He swore to me he was dead.

I do not forgive liars, Citizen Lispa.

Drive on.

Don't let me go to my death without your forgiveness.

God will forgive you, Philippe.

I cannot.

We meet again, mademoiselle.

But definitely for the last time.

The Pimpernel may have saved your parents, but not you.

Goodbye,

mademoiselle.

Deep breath.

Where am I?

I thought we were dead.

Monsieur Pierce.

Diving bell.

Patent pending.

Brandy.

Cozy, ain't it?

Bottoms up.

Oh!

A heart of thanks to Patty.

I pray we will be able to return your hospitality once this madness is over.

I look forward to it.

And thank you, Sir Willie. The pleasure is all mine. I hope you find Khalid as

agreeable a travelling companion as I have.

It's our privilege.

His tonics have quite transformed us.

I can't tell you how my appetite is restored.

Allow me, Countess.

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 Robespierre into the Seine.

I wish no offence, mademoiselle, 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.