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Paris, 1865.

City of joy, city of pleasures. Lights, flowers, champagne.

Who wanted to have fun he was really having fun.

The honest ones they were really honest.

.. and the scoundrels really scoundrels.

Music, passions, madness! Happy era!

The trains were going at 35 per hour, but they went.

White bread cost two cents, but for a shortfall of two cents..

.. a minister committed suicide. Great era! Simple era.

When Jean-Paul Sartre his name was Saverio de Montepin..

.. and Rita Hayworth, Sarah Bernhard.

A time of contrasts. Look,..

.. while the city turns on a thousand lights for a night of lust and orgies,..

.. in a small boarding school for orphans The last song of the evening..

.. prepare for simple souls an honest rest.

They are all... orphans. The girls are orphans..

.. the Director is an orphan,..

.. little orphan the dog Josephine,..

.. Battista and his friend Gasparre... Everyone is an orphan.

Ladies! Get ready for dinner.

As soon as dinner is served, join me in my office.

Yes, Miss Director.

Oh! That's better! Let's go eat too!

How vulgar you are! You only think about eating.

And this plant, why didn't you accommodate her?

First we eat, then we talk about it.

Ninth! Learn to obey and not to argue! Cut!

- What should I cut? - Anything that pops up. Hurry up!

At this time!

- Silence! - And stop it!

"Everyone was crying.

"It is said that the maiden of Orleans, full of mystical fervor...

- Matilda! - Huh?

- Will he come to visit you tonight? - Yes, after dinner.

- But when does the Director leave? - Tomorrow morning.

- Here you are! I wrote it all down! You will execute my deliveries. - Yes.

And... will you be gone for a long time?

Without you this house, it will seem empty.

Do you know why I'm leaving, my dear Battista.

It's a great test of trust. Will you be worthy of it?

Everything will be fine, I promise you, Director.

Don't think too much about the music and above all...

.. don't write poetry. - But for you, miss!

Baptist! Make sure that Gasparre Don't do anything stupid.

- I would be sad if I returned... - Gasparre is no longer a boy.

Remember that in a boarding school for orphans..

.. no man must enter! - Certain.

- I'll see you again tomorrow... - Yes.

- ... before departure - Yes.

- What did you do? - You told me to pop up!

- But you cut everything! - And what's my fault?

- I cut one and it came out another. - But you don't...

I follow orders. You said to tick and I tick everything!

This one sticks out and I cut it off. Whoever cuts it, wins.

Gasparre: He told me: "Where it grows, cut."

- Giorgio: Hey! My plume! - Eh...

Don't say anything, for goodness' sake!

- What do I care? - Shh! - Shh!

"Oh, sweet Director, like flying birds...

"Oh, oh, oh! Oh, sweet Director, like an angel flies...

- What is it? Where did you get it? - It was popping up!

- Was it sticking out? - From a hat.

- Where? - In the garden.

- What, in the garden? Huh?! An officer! - Crazy things!

If the Director knew, you know what a scandal!

- The college is entrusted to us. We must defend it! - It's true!

Let's go!

- So what...? - My father doesn't compromise,..

.. will never allow that I marry a foundling.

- When it's like this, I'd rather die! - No...

- Baptist! - Oh, Giorgio, I'm lost!

Over here, come with me!

Blessed girl! You see what does it mean to disobey!

- Have you heard everything? - This has nothing to do with it, come with me!

- And you go away! - No, wait, I'm coming too!

- It's your house, right? - Yes, it's my little house.

You are safe here. Stay calm.

- But what are you doing? - The guard.

- But if the rifle is unloaded! - I know, but still a rifle.

Stop it! Don't move from here! I'm going to see the Director.

Please help me! Be good.

Good... Let's hope he doesn't notice. Shame! In the garden with a man,..

.. while the companions they sleep like little angels!

- If you want, I can kill him. - Who?

- The one with the plume. - But no, I love him.

- So, do I kill the Director? - No.

- Do I kill Battista? - Hand!

I kill girls! I'm making a mess!

- What do I do? - But why?

Because with a rifle in his hands they are a threat to Europe!

And then, you are an orphan, I'm an orphan...

.. if we don't help each other, who helps us? UNRRA?

Everything is fine! The Director didn't notice.

- Are you crying? - He loves it.

And his father doesn't want me to get married.

Maybe because... are you without family?

- Poor thing! And what will you do? - I decided:

.. he will take my life. - Hand! - Oh, yes!

Don't give compliments, if you need me.

- What are you doing? - She wants it kill, I have the rifle...

- Come on! Stop it! - But sorry...

Miss, rather...

.. give me a lock of hair. - To bring them to him? - No...

Oh! It's useless, everything is over now.

No! To take them to a fortune teller.

I will reveal your past to us.

- He will tell us your father's name and you will get married. - Yes!

- Are you sure? - Of course!

We'll go tomorrow morning, when the Director has left.

- Cut! - Right away!

Ninth.

- No! A lock! - Ah, a little piece. - Yes, a little piece.

We agree, huh? No nonsense. On! Let's go.

- Agree. - Agree? - Thank you, Battista.

No, no... How dear!

On! Let's go.

- She's cute, huh? - Voluptuous!

- Is the hair safe? - I have them in your pocket on a piece of paper. - Well!

Please don't lose them.

- Who will be the girl's father? - Meh!

- And whose son am I? - Of a barber.

With that mania to shred everything!

- And you? - I always thought of being the son of a nobleman.

Maybe of a Prince or not, better, a musician.

I love music too much. The music It moves me, it makes me cry.

A voice tells me that my father he must have been a great composer.

Sometimes I think I hear music, a sweet lullaby..

.. which he wrote for me. Dad... - Are you sure?

There's no doubt about it! I am an aristocrat,...

.. you are a plebeian.

- Good night. - Goodnight...

Unconscious!

And in the morning, offer flowers to the Director who is leaving,..

.. just moved away diligence,..

.. Battista and Gasparre they go to the fortune teller..

.. passing through the market.

You believe he will be satisfied the fortune teller of these two hens?

- I don't think so. - It's a bit little, eh?

- So what? - I'll take care of it!

The chickens! The chickens!

Battista: it's here...

Madame Trèse... Yes, she's here.

- You wait for me here, I'm going to find out. - Who's moving!

- Listen to me. Do you have hair? - I'm not bald!

- Not yours! Those of Matilde. - Ah! Yes...

�Oh God!

But no, you can see it's not hair.

Patience!

Hey! Come on up! It's here! I found!

Tell me a little, what do you do with your hair?

Don't think about it, now you'll see.

Good morning. Excuse me, is the fortune teller any good?

- Is it excellent? - And who knows?

- He predicted that we will soon have a child. - Oh yes? Bravo! Congratulations!

- We already have 5 little girls. - Females? - Eh, bitches! - Exactly I say.

- Our dream is to have an heir. - Male? - Eh, male. - Precisely.

Judith! Judith!

What is it? What is it?

Male! Male!

- Damn you guess! - Witch!

Let's go!

Good morning, gentlemen! You are at Madame T�r�se,..

.. guess international, graduated from the psychic society,..

.. awarded in the floral competition of Bologna and horse racing of Gorgonzola.

No bluffs here, no jokes, truth, frankness, loyalty!

With a lock of hair, past, present and future revealed!

Do you have hair? 3 francs 50, advance payment!

- Do you want ham? - Dried ham? Well...

Well, put I�!

- Cute! Brothers? - No, we are two poor orphans.

- Oh... - Some cheese? - Any cheese this season?

- A sea bass? - Well, yes...

- Salami? - This is better.

Put everything down. Come on, get to work!

Please be quiet because the noise prevents me from seeing.

Take a seat.

The hair?

- See you, Madame. - Thank you.

- Oh, strange, they smell like salami! - It's the paper's fault. - Shh!

This hair belongs to a 33 year old man.

- No, no, to an 18 year old girl. - I told a 33 year old man!

- He didn't know his parents and his name is Gasparre. - But then...

.. are they yours? - I lost them. But it's still hair. - Shh!

Look, what you will see It happened 33 years ago.

- Who was that baby? - But it's him!

- it? - Well...

You got it how did things go?

But, regardless, Whose son am I?

Of the Duke of Latour Lafitte.

- And where is my uncle? - But it's there, it's written!

- Laws! - I don't know how to read, I only know how to write.

Oh... Rue Varennes...

And shortly after the two orphans...

.. inebriated from the sudden revelation,..

.. they arrive in front of the majestic one palace of the Latour Lafitte.

Gasparre strikes three shots.

An impeccable butler opens the door he brings it to those two strange visitors.

I am the Duke of Latour Lafitte!

...says Gasparre.

The impeccable butler he looks at him surprised..

.. but then something incredible hits him and lets them in.

Our friends they're a little intimidated.

The butler precedes them..

.. motions forward and then look.

He looks at Gasparre repeatedly...

Just one moment, I warn Mr. Duke.

�Uy! �Aim, aim!

More than a barber's son! Look what ancestors I have?

- Does he look like me? - A bit'.

Look at this one!

Gasparre: Extraordinary! Looks like me, huh?

It's very similar!

And this other one? Look! This is a parish priest,..

.. that's accurate to me! But it's me!

Why not?

And this? Look at it carefully!

< Battista: No, not this. For goodness sake! - Yes!

Ah, yes! That yes that looks like you! The one with... Eh!

< You say? < I say.

< Gasparre: No... - Of course! - What... - Yes!

- But it's not true... - I'm telling you yes! - But no... - Eh!

- He'll be a madman, chase him away! - One moment.

- Where is he? - In the lounge, sir. - Well, go!

I was a barber's son, huh?

Not a bad barber shop! And now what do I do with you?

A gardener, and with a moustache to boot. However, regardless...

And that's fine. I understand.

- Where are you going? - On the street... - Mh mh.

- ... to beg alone,... - Mh mh.

- ... under the wind, the rain, the snow... - You can't!

- Oh, don't you want to? - Ninth. You can't do it.

- And why? - It's August.

Ungrateful and cynical! Rich, ungrateful and cynical! Goodbye.

- Did you understand? I said "goodbye". - Goodbye, goodbye!

And yes, I am a poor orphan, while you...

It doesn't matter, I'm leaving.

But don't tell me we're staying friends, because among us...

.. everything is over! - All.

- All! - All!

- Goodbye! - Aufwiedersehen!

- Coward! - You scoundrel!

< You scoundrel! - Criminal!

- You bastard! - Rude!

< Battista: Amoral! Degenerate! < Gasparre: Existentialist!

< Stinky! < You stinker!

- You... - Slut...

- Brother... - Dear... - Hold me... - Yes...

No, that's not possible...

Grandson! Forgive my emotion,..

.. but the sudden arrival! Many years of waiting!

But where have you been? We've been looking for you everywhere!

Don't imagine my pain for the tragic end of your father..

.. and your disappearance! And a family destroyed...

Sorry, I'll open a parenthesis:

.. what is the family heritage like? Intact? No mortgages?

- No! - I close the parenthesis.

Sorry to interrupt this touching scene, but,..

.. as a man of trust and administrator of Mr. Duke,..

.. I have a duty to be cautious.

I know for sure...

..that the missing child had three moles arranged in a triangle on the chest.

But you have them! Show them!

Yes! Here they are! Not you, because I dislike you!

In fact, take note we'll fire this one.

- Yes. - Look! - There's no doubt about it! It's him!

- Oh! You present the bills and leave. < De Malle: Don't doubt.

All accounts will be settled and... as soon as possible.

< Filippo: Susan, let me introduce you the Duke of Latour Lafitte,..

.. my missing nephew, as you know,..

.. mysteriously many years ago. Madame Susan de Merlin.

- Oh! Sorry, ma'am, we were... - ... showing the documents.

- The lady is part of the estate family? - What do you mean?

I meant, is he staying here?

Accompany Mr. Duke in his apartment. And this man...

This gentleman He is my administrator.

He will cut his moustache and it will always be with me!

Follow me, my sole administrator. Madam...

Let's go!

Battista: Come on!

- What beautiful hair! - Come on!

- Do you want to explain to me? - We are ruined!

Ruined... Let's not lose our heads...

.. we need to act immediately! - What do you intend to do?

- The Duke and his administrator they must disappear. - Another crime?

- No, enough with the blood! - Be careful that your weakness could...

- What? - I'm not capable of loving a poor man.

No, I don't want to! He is the heir, let him be!

Remember: no crime!

And now please leave me alone, we'll see each other again this evening.

Excuse me.

That's fine. Remove all the hair superfluous. Very good, young man.

- Where are you going? It's our stuff! - But, Mr. Duke, now...

But what? Leave everything there. And off you go! Parbleu!

We need to do a little of purge in this house!

How beautiful this room is!

Who knows... where I'll sleep.

- I'll get you a cot close to mine. - Oh, thanks.

- She's a little tall... - Who?

- I like her, but she's a little tall. - Who are you talking about?

- Ah! From... the lady below. - Who knows what type he will be?

A classy guy. For me she is a Countess.

- The key! - Oh yeah!

The girls locked in boarding school! What have they done?

We have to go!

What are you doing? Over there, animal!

< Let's hurry! < Let's go!

Who knows those poor girls...

< Ah, yes!

Mister Duke! The Lord Duke prays Mr. Duke not to go out..

.. before his return. - But how many Dukes! Too many Dukes!

One day or another we'll take out all these Dukes!

- Remember that you are Duke too! - Oh yeah!

I am Duke gardener. I do the double game. And the Duchess?

- The Duchess? - The Marchioness.

- The Marchioness? - The lady.

- Ah, Mrs. De Merlin! She went out. - I am sorry. But is he coming back?

- I will be able to see you again this evening, at dinner. - And who's moving!

- Think of poor Matilde... - No, wait a minute!

- Think that I am the master here. - Yes, but...

Mr De Malle, in my miserable shop..

.. the sun comes in with you. Can I help you?

- Are you alone? - The poor man is always alone.

Well. I need it for tonight a gift,..

.. of a nice gift. Do you understand? For two friends.

Two friends who want to catch up their ancestors?

Poor Chang Ku Ki is always ready to help your friends.

< De Malle: Madam, we had the same idea.

Yes, but doesn't the Count know anything? He wouldn't accept, he's so good...

Please, this way.

Oh no! Don't smoke! Dangerous! Boom!

< Susan: What lovely objects! < De Malle: Ah! Interesting!

Nothing to say. When it comes to bombs, It is the best shop in Paris.

Attention, vitriol! If the gentlemen they want to tell me what it's about...

Political attack? Loving revenge?

Family business. We need an elegant object,..

.. something that catches the eye. - Everything goes wrong here, sir.

- Here you are! What do you think? - No, too flashy!

Philip, come and see how pretty she is.

Attention! Boom!

You see:

.. a man, a woman are walking.

If I didn't stop them, they would meet.

A kiss, a spark, boom!

Cute!

- Is it enough to pulverize two people? - What height?

- One big and one small. - There's some left over.

It is not without emotion I raise my glass...

.. in hope, or rather, in certainty that this, dear nephew,..

.. let it be the last day of your life...

.. of hardship, of deprivations, of humiliations.

We will leave and this house will be for you the place of eternal rest.

On behalf of the Duke of Lafitte, as sole director,..

.. thank you.

With all the sympathy I felt for you from the first moment,..

.. allow me to remind you the old adage...

.. "money does not bring happiness", or at least that of the administrators.

Say something too, do it for me.

- I'll do it for you. - Yes... - Of course.

Madam, sir, directors gathered,..

.. from my new position, I see...

I see it... well, we'll talk about it later.

But why money doesn't it make you happy?

It's possible that you're unpleasant and even stupid?

Money makes war.

The war makes the post-war period, the post-war period makes the stock market black,..

.. the black market returns the money, money remakes war.

Guerra was a racing cyclist, therefore we shout in chorus:

.. "Long live Girardengo,.. "

".. long live Edison who discovered the compass and said: 'And yet it moves.'

- Battista: Hurray! - Gasparre: Hurray!

- "Everyone was crying: soldiers, dignitaries, men, women... - Boring!

Girls! There's no one there!

There is no Gasparre, nor the Director, no one! Hurray!

It's all my fault! All mine! Who knows where I am right now?

How cute they are!

- Do you like it? - A lot.

They are kind: they leave your house and they even give you a gift.

< Butler: Do I serve liquor? - No! The Lord Duke is tired and will retire.

With its administrator.

You better rest, We have a lot to do tomorrow morning.

Ninth! Liquors!

- Do you like dancing? - Very much, but how do you do it? There is no music.

There's no music? And this?

- Here... How cute! Please. - Mh mh.

Dear colleague, will you come for a moment? I have something very important to tell you.

One moment! We'll get there definitely agree.

But I want to be frank, I want to tell you the whole truth.

< Battista: Yes, but what do you want to tell me? < De Malle: Please, just a moment!

The thing I wanted to tell you This is precisely...

< Battista: Yes, I understand! Leave me, I want to hear the music.

that you are a nuisance,..

.. I want to hear music! < De Malle: But just a moment...

< Gasparre: The music stopped! But this is a shack!

- No, no, no! - Works.

Please.

- But, but... - But it's a shack, rubbish!

- Oh God! What happened? - She fainted!

- Soon! The liquor! - The liquor!

- How do you feel? - He doesn't come to.

- Gosh! - We need cognac. - Yes, cognac. - Yes.

-How do you feel now? - He comes to, he comes to!

- You were right: cognac was needed. - I knew it!

Take away the music box, I can't see it...

Yes, you'd better go and rest. Take the music box...

.. retreat to your room and play all night.

- Good night. - Good night! - Goodbye! - Good night.

- Let's go. Again! - Good night!

- Hey! But now this works! - So, let's go back to dancing!

But no, let's go to bed.

Where are they? How scary!

What an evening!

You saw How do I make women faint?

One look and that... zaff!

Yes, and in the meantime he's having fun with your uncle.

But go! My uncle is a softie.

It's a matter of hours, actually, I want me rest because tomorrow... uuuh...

What are you doing here? You are made of stone. I want to leave.

De Malle: Let's move away. Now it explodes! Finally!

Now, this is Susan and that's you.

You approach slowly, would you like to kiss her, huh?

But as a puppet, because in life It's something else. Oh, yeah!

- You are here but she... where is she? - Do you know where he is?

- Where is he? - It's in the garden!

- What happened? - A bomb... the anarchists...

- Oh God! - Let's go to bed. - Yes.

- Say... - What?

If the revolution were to break out, remember that I am not Duke,..

.. I am the son of a barber. No, no, joy, and why? Put yourself on.

But... since nothing explodes, I am always Duke!

Alright! In your place!

Cochon!

It's 8:00, Mr. Duke.

Huh? 8:00? I'll go make some coffee right away.

Breakfast it will be served at 9:00.

- If Mr. Duke wants to sit down, the bathroom is ready. - The bathroom?

My administrator does it.

Do it for me.

Girls! It's the first time that we bathe alone.

- Well, what are we waiting for? - I do not know!

Ladies! Remember that even sun we must maintain modesty..

.. and modesty well-behaved girls.

Bathe with your shirt on, stuff from the Middle Ages.

< What would you like to say? - I'll do it for you see: whoever loves me should follow me.

What a shame!

- Did they tell you where they're going? - No, Mr. Duke.

- Cursed! Have you seen them? - In one eye!

- Fresh as a daisy! - Leave it to me! - Ah!

You can avoid a bomb, but a woman...

< Susan: My dear Duke, I arrived in time!

- Do you want something? - I would like to stay with a lovely man like you.

- And where? - At my house.

The Lord Duke cannot: he protects a boarding school for orphans, therefore...

But I can! The orphans will wait.

But, dear Duke, we will not see you there once without that big dog?

The big dog is you! Do we want to go?

Susan: Come on. Come in.

Make yourself at home, dear Duke.

I'll leave you just a moment.

- Listen to me! Let's go! - Right now?

- Yes. There's something wrong here. - No, that's fine!

We agree, at the right time you will enter.

- I know my job. - You can go.

- Gasparre! - There he is!

- Let's go, come on! - Leaves!

- You are my administrator and I you must always accompany! - Where?

Accompany me on the piano. Go!

Gasparre, come and see my collection of Chinese prints!

Of course, Duchess. I'll be right there, Duchess.

- What should I play? - The prayer of a Queen Bee.

Well! And these Chinese prints where are they?

- Help me! - What should I do? - All!

- All? - Anything you want.

Oh yes? I can do it exactly everything I want?

So, I'll take off my shoes because they hurt like hell.

Gasparre...

- But what will you think of me afterwards? - How? Didn't your mother tell you anything?

- I'm an orphan. - You? Son of a Duke?

And then... devour me...

- Ah! I caught you! - My husband!

There was even a husband!

Sir, nice to do your knowledge. Please.

Gentleman! How dare you stay in the room of my wife without shoes?

Yes, but I have the hat!

If you are a man of honor, you will receive godparents.

- Since I am the offended one, I have the choice of the weapon: the sword! - Yes sir.

- To the death! - I would say... let's do the penultimate one! - The last one!

Oh, sorry...

What a noble soul! How music moves me!

Yes, it had to be my father a great musician.

Oh, what a delicacy! You took off shoes so as not to disturb me,..

.. but that wasn't the case, thanks! How did the ring go?

And what a sound!

He said "the last one"...

.. I said "the penultimate". He says, "No, the last one." Oh well...

Don't worry, he will find them!

- Of course, it would be better to know where they went. - Well done! Nice effort!

The trouble is that they disappeared without leaving traces.

- I think I know. - Yes? - And where?

From a fortune teller.

- Which? - Mh... Madame T�r�se. - Madame T�r�se?!

Have you heard? Madame T�r�se! Soon! Move!

My handsome officer, no doubt!

I'm on the street of Varennes, in Latour Lafitte's palace!

- Thanks, I'll go look for them! - No! Wait!

To be sure, I will consult my infallible sphere.

I see it... I see...

- I see it our friends! - I don't see anything!

Come near me, my handsome officer. Here they are, do you see them?

Oh, I'm in the woods, in the forest of Boulogne,..

.. surrounded by enemies. How many enemies! - Am I in danger?

Very serious danger! Risk of death!

De Malle: But what are you doing? You are here to fight.

I like intimate duels.

Among friends... maybe alone. There are too many people here!

I never would have believed it was the sense of honor is so widespread.

A Latour Lafitte don't desert the field!

Okay, but there's no room here, you see they are...

- Hey, janitor! - Caretaker! < Battista: Listen!

< Battista: Goodman! Is it true that there is no room here?

- Did the gentlemen have reservations? - No! It was put together at the last minute.

- Sorry, nothing to do. - Patience, let's go!

Sin! Let's go get some ice cream.

I would have gladly done it this duel today...

- Battista, in the car! - Let's go!

- Gentlemen, this way! - Ah, what a rip-off!

They'll be fine here. Everything at your fingertips.

Mr. Kircher, sorry! If I had you recognized, you would not have waited.

< Caretaker: Nice shot, those two from yesterday! Don't worry, he has a light hand...

...you won't suffer. And this It seems made especially for you.

Your size!

< Caretaker: Are you related? - it? No, the sole director.

- I have a doubt. - What doubt?

- I'm afraid they're serious. - Let's hope not.

< De Malle: Take it! Here's the weapon!

Gentlemen! Be on guard!

Here's to you!

Stop! Needless to remind you that the duel It's to the death. Here's to you!

Stop!

Take your sword back. Here's to you!

Stop!

How, stop? Only I can say "Stop"!

- I wanted to make a proposal. - Which?

Since I didn't sleep well, I feel a little tired...

.. he could follow. He's my administrator anyway!

- Let's not talk nonsense! After you! - How unpleasant you are! Here!

- Ah! Who was it? - It was him!

De Malle: Who was it?

Farmer: Comrades! The aristocrats are up in arms!

- They want to take our lands away! Let's go! - Peasants: Let's go!

- Stop! - What happens?

- Here we are. The revolution! - Let's go, then!

-Wouldn't it be better... - But we are in uniform!

- That's what matters to us. - Lieutenant: Come on!

Lieutenant: But where are they going?

Boy, in life there are those who play and those who take them.

They ring and we take them. Let's go!

And while the musicians they move away,..

.. the police heroically they advance..

.. to separate the ferocious adversaries.

What's happening? Is the melee over? Ah! They divide because they agree..

.. to attack to the police..

And so for a trivial accident, for a kick in the butt,...

.. an oil well, war breaks out!

There are the smart ones... the naive people who believe it...

As you believe does the situation develop?

Eh! Very good! Soon your other eye will close.

A serious war! A real war!

With his good leader..

- What a beautiful battle! - And what ardor, what courage!

What a heroic spirit, it excites me!

Sire! We get closer to see better?

Oh! I exalt it because I'm far away.

Marshal, listen to me, Better to stay away from battles!

- Sire, look, he's coming! - Who? The Speedway?

- No! Ours are coming! - Ah!

- Sire, the chivalry! - How many knights are you?

- There are 11 of us! - In 11?

Better few but good ones! One moment, I'll come down.

- Easy, Your Majesty! - Help me... Attention, Sire!

- Why did you come? - We have knew you were in danger...

.. and we have come to save you. - Save me? This is beautiful!

I caused the war.

But since when does anyone cause war Is he in danger? But go there, go there!

Au revoir! Regardez!

You can't see anything.

- Try this! - Well done! Did you bring the thermos? - No.

You can't see it with this either.

Let's try both:

.. extraordinary!

If they still give them. They never get tired.

- But are they paid? - No!

People, when they are paid, he doesn't want to work.

They give them away for free of good reason!

- Well... Let's hope nothing happens. - Why, Sire?

Because... if one he scratches his finger...

.. general tram strike tomorrow. I don't care...

- And why? - I'm a pedestrian. - Ah!

- Are you bored, Majesty? - Of course!

After all, these battles they are all the same.

- Sound the end of the war? - Yes.

- It also sounds like the beginning of the post-war period. - Yes!

Attention! All bourgeois at home!

The warriors remain.

We will have a nice awards ceremony and whoever has seen himself has seen himself. Let's go.

Soldiers: Long live the Emperor!

- Your face is nothing new to me. I appoint you Captain. - Thank you. - Please.

Please.

Here.

- How many children do you have? - Four, Sire. - Four children?

- Three medals. Here. - Thank you, Sire. - Please.

Here.

- What are you? - Colonel.

- Colonel. This we make him Captain. - Thank you!

Please. It's a duty. Nothing else would be missing.

- They weren't there... but there are... - Thank you.

- We have plenty of medals. - Thank you.

Uh�! Oh! But I saw you in Austerlitz.

- Sire, I wasn't there. - In Marengo? - Neither.

- To Saint Helena! - Not even. - But then you were never there?

Sire, I have a career, then I have a family...

- I understand you. A beautiful medal! < Battista: They're sold out!

- I have all the medals. - And then, your little Emperor,..

.. gives you a nice watch. Here you are.

- But is he walking? - Do you want that The Emperor gives you a rip-off?

- You know, you never know. - Huh? Crazy guy!

- Here, the trumpet too. - Thank you. - Au revoir.

Soldiers: Long live the Emperor!

Gasparre: Wait a minute! Let's count on it, guys. How many of you are there?

1, 2, 2, 4, 5... 15. There are 15 of us.

And let's not say that in a year, when the meeting takes place...

.. 40,000 of them show up. Guys, there are 15 of us!

> Gasparre: Gentlemen, everywhere, eh!

Here we put the buffet: champagne, liqueurs, pastries.

I recommend: fine stuff.

No beans with pork rinds, no onions and no garlic.

- Onions? - Yes. - Garlic?

Well, they're boys, we might get a few kisses.

- Let's put the music on. - A trio?

- How? - A quartet, a quintet...

Let's make a "quartet", "quint'et", a couple of ounces, for 15 people...

- And the grand piano. - No queue. Mi he would hate to be beaten up.

But I didn't tell you to remove that painting?

- Duke Philip... - What a Duke Philip!

There is only one Duca here and it's me! Away with that painting!

- But he is the founder of the lineage! - He doesn't look like me!

He has horns and doesn't look like me. Oh, dearest!

Thank you for your assistance lavished on me during the duel.

- And after the battle as you have slept? - Good as always.

I'm pleased. But it's a shame that you can't get out!

- And why not? - Try it, like that.

- When are you leaving? - I'll wait your administrator. - Mh mh.

Well, I'm retiring in my apartments.

Oh, I wanted to tell you: remember that here There is only one Duke, and that's me!

And don't talk to me about founders anymore!

- Another thing... since... - Ouch! - Excuse me. - Uh!

This situation it can't last.

He's lucky! Whatever happens, it always falls on your feet.

On mine! Leave that painting alone!

- But Duke Gasparre... - Leave that painting alone!

Gentlemen!

- What do you plan to do? - I have an idea...

- I know your ideas. - Oh! This will be the right time.

Well, do what you like as long as you do the thing happens at least 10 km away from me.

- Ouch! What are you laughing at? - Nothing, comrade!

No one will have entered I hope, huh?

- Nobody! - That's better!

But did you have to tell us just this?

No, I came to invite you at a party.

At your first dance!

- When? - This very evening!

- Where? - Guess what!

- In the house of the Duke of Latour Lafitte. - And who is he?

- Oh, you know him very well! - Never heard of...

- Of course! � Gasparre! - Gasparre?!

Our Gasparre! Him finally he found his home, his family.

Be cheerful! Tonight each of us will discover its origins.

We will all know! I'll know too!

But at the ball... are you dressed like this?

No! I thought about it. One moment, please.

Battista: Ladies! Come in!

They are for you.

Matilde: You seem bored to me. Isn't it nice to be Duke?

Yes, but... it's a career without a future.

- Do you want to dance? - I'd love that.

And no, no! With these hidden husbands...

- Madame, how do you feel? - Very nervous.

I'd say electric! This air like a storm it shakes my nerves.

Madame, you want to operate immediately or do you prefer to wait?

Oh, now, please! I would like to leave before the catastrophe.

Catastrophe? But everything is fine here.

- Can't you smell something in the air? - No.

Please, Madame, come. This way.

Ladies and gentlemen!

I have the pleasure and the honor to introduce you to Madame T�r�se,..

.. which he will make available to us its magical power.

Tonight the veil that surrounds our past will fall!

- I will start with you, Battista. - Well.

- Give me some of your hair. - Here you are! - Thank you.

- Turn off the light! - The light! The light! Turn off!

< Madame T�r�se: Silence!

< I don't see, I don't see anything! Ah! I see, I see!

- Ah! Sky! - What do you see? Speak!

- A head! - And how is it?

- Cut! - How?

Separated from the rest of the body... detached!

- And where is the body? - Close to the head.

I am the son of a guillotined man!

Wait a minute, I'm not there just a head and a body.

There are... 14 heads..

.. and 11 bodies. Strange, very strange!

But what kind of family!

- Ah! I see your father! He's not dead... - No?

- Your father is... - �...?

< Director: Ah, ladies!

And in what worthy company!

Get out immediately!

Some carriages are waiting for you outside!

Next time, ladies, try to hide better.

As for you, never dare again appear before me!

- But, miss,... - Shut up! Wretch!

And don't look for excuses, I despise you!

- Then speak, Madame. - Stormy air, I could feel it!

- At least tell me who my father is! - I do not know!

They turned on the light and... everything ended in fray -

�Ah! I felt it! Damn! Ah!

< Baptist: Madame T�r�se! My father!

The party's over! Goodnight to the musicians!

Good night!

My father...

- It's your fault! - My? - Of course.

It's always the fault of the administrators.

- Let's go to sleep... - The Dukes they don't go to bed at this time!

A Duke, when he is handsome, young and rich,..

.. what are you doing at this hour? - Not all women are married.

I'm not talking to you! I hate you! You were saying?

It's a little hard to say.

- There are some popular places from high society. - And what do they do?

- They do... everything! - Also zibid� zibid�? - Eh...

- Where is he? - It's not an environment for the rest of you.

- And why? - In these rooms, you have to be ready for anything.

But the Lord Duke is ready for anything, as for me...

If they want it, have to present these carnations.

- Via dell'Orgia, 34. - Thank you!

- Have fun! - Thank you!

Waiter: Gentlemen...

You're welcome!

That woman ruined me. Life has no purpose for me anymore.

Director: As you wish.

- What do you recommend? - A good poison.

Yes, go for the poison.

Adelante.

- Mr Director, there are two gentlemen. - Partners?

- They have white carnations. - Let them in shortly.

- Let that wretch know that I did it for her. - All right.

- To my eternal happiness! - Have a good trip.

- Good? - Eh.

Bring the body home.

Waiter: Gentlemen... Please, this way.

< Director: Good evening, gentlemen. - Good evening!

- Did he drink that one? < Yes. Few drops and reached Paradise.

Baptist: Paradise...

Artificial paradises. Opium, "cacaine"...

Well! What is it, gentlemen? Do you have any trouble?

- Rest assured that here everything will end soon. - Well.

- We actually came... - I know, you have the carnation.

- Yes! - Do you want some too?

- Yes. Give it here. - We didn't come to drink,...

.. we had come to... - For what?

You know, maybe in a living room...

- Reserved. - Well done! - We got it. - Yes, yes...

- And with two... - Two revolvers. There are those too.

- How? - They call them revolvers. - Ah!

I recommend: maybe small, but well made.

Agree. This is the liquor.

- You will find the rest in the closet. - Thank you. - Good evening.

Ah! One moment, gentlemen.

Remember that once you enter, no weakness...

- Eh! - No regrets.

And who did you take us for? It's not the first time.

Weakness... Weakness...

- What jokes! - Poison...

Did you see how the dead man did it?

Eh... The poor things are laughing!

They think they're going towards an hour of pleasure...

.. and instead he waits for them the cruelest fate..

Enter, enter...

Look, they're closing the door..

Yes, yes, there are revolvers, small, as you wanted them..

Take them!

Eh, smile, eh! You are happy...

Attention. No! No! What are you doing?

Battista: Ah! Murderers!

Eh, you're scared, eh...

You stammer, poor things..

Go towards the door. No, it's useless...

.. it's useless to bang on the door, It's useless,...

.. no one will open the door! You won't be able to escape...

.. to the death chamber!.

You are trapped..

Here, look...

Look at the ceiling, it goes down slowly,...

.. inexorable. It's terrifying, right?

What a terrible death awaits you!

He got arrested, huh?.

Breathe, but don't fool yourself!.

It's a supreme cruelty. Resume!.

It goes down again. Again!

There's no point in shouting!

Did he stop? No! No! No!

It goes down again, there is no escape anymore!.

Don't be ridiculous..

No one has ever been saved..

You are lost!

- Free at last! - That? Here we die!

Do you know who he is?

This distinguished gentleman � Abbot Faria,...

.. that of the Count of Monte Cristo..

Escaped from the castle of If, for many years...

.. wanders underground looking for a way out..

Battista: Let me pass!

Let me pass!

Let me pass!

Faria: Let's go, let's go...

Easy, what a little hole It's narrow there.

- Easy, young man. So... - Gasparre: That's it.

- Faria: But the other young man? - I am here! I am here!

Oh, oh! I put the foot in the wet water.

Faria: Don't worry, everything here is wet.

No, no, stop!

- Battista: Where are we? - In the sewers of Paris.

- Oh! Baptist! Baptist! - What is it?

- Gasparre: What bird is this? - Ah! A mouse!

Don't put mice in my mouth! Stop it!

- We're knee-deep in water. - Yes, don't worry!

- There is an unbearable stench. - Faria: We will find a way out.

- And where are we going? - I've been doing this job for 20 years.

- Over here. - Gasparre: If I knew, I was wearing a raincoat.

- Ah! - Faria: Don't worry, let's go.

Battista: Ah!

- Faria: Don't be afraid... - Gasparre: There will be some flaws.

Faria: Yes. Careful!

Faria: Here we go...

Gasparre: Baptist! Baptist!

Don't worry! Let's stop here. It must be the right place to exit.

- Gasparre: Did you hurt yourself? - Wait! I'll go ahead.

- Gasparre: The exit is from here! - Battista: And it's still raining!

Faria: Come.

Gasparre: You've gained weight, you know?

Are you tired, sir? It's almost midnight.

Ninth. Let's move on.

This is the only time I can feel really calm.

After you!

- Sire... < Good?

The police chief would like to do an inspection...

Enough with these lies! A mass of idiots: you,..

.. the police chief and the ministers! Get out, get out!

- Revolutionaries, revolutionaries... < Officer: Please, Sire, smile.

Revolutionaries... They see these idiots everywhere!

Inside the drawers, behind the doors, behind the paintings, under the carpets...

Under the carpets...

Ah! Finally free! Come!

The revolutionaries...

The revolutionaries...

Oops!

- Similar! - Battista: Who is he?

But this one is...

- The Emperor! Sire! - The revolutionaries... - No! No!

Baptist: Stay calm, Your Majesty, don't get upset.

- Butler: The revolutionaries! - It's them! - Arrest them!

And Battista, cowardly, flees,...

.. while poor Gasparre and Abbot Faria are arrested.

I saw him go by, shocked and scared, as if he were being chased.

- He didn't even say hello to me. - And Gasparre? - He wasn't there.

< Girl: Matilde! - Yes.

I tried to listen, but no you can feel it. The Director speaks softly.

It's a bad sign.

Gasparre in prison... stay there!

But he's not bad! And then to tell the truth...

And then, even if I wanted to, what could I Do? I'm not the Emperor!

I am the director of a college, that you have dishonored!

Still! What is it? After you!

< Director: Ah! You! You fall well!

< I imagine you come to express me your regret. - No!

- Why not? - I learned terrible news. Read!

- The Emperor is furious and there is talk of guillotine! - Poor Gasparre!

They have cowardly betrayed him!

Don't cry, it's of no use.

- Do you want to save your friend? - Maybe, after what I did to him!

- I didn't do anything to him! - There is a secret in your life.

I've never told you about this before, but you will understand when you know everything.

- My father? - I can't tell you more.

- With this medal your father I will recognize you. - Yes!

- This is his address. It's up to you! - Flight!

- Can your father really do anything? - Yes.

- Is it very powerful? - Yes.

- What do you want? - Someone sends me.

- Who? - The Director of the Passy orphanage.

Ah! The Director of the orphanage! Come!

Hate! I left you out.

< Come in, come in!

- How beautiful you are! - Thank you.

I'll go and warn you right away the gentleman.

- Rest, poor thing! he's tired, with lots of travel! - Are you an explorer?

- You don't know? - No.

Well! He will explain to you. Take a seat.

- Not of me. They might impress you all those dead. - How?

All those deaths?

Maybe my father deals with funeral homes.

No! Egyptologist!

My father is a scholar and travels!

He collects mummies! Oh yes!

You are admiring my little one invention... I'm proud of it.

A coffin for the beheaded, unlike normal coffins,..

.. here the head is placed to the left or to the right of the body.

It's cheaper and less bulky.

But I'm boring you. Come over, please.

We will be more calm. Please.

Please.

Let's see, young man. That's right the Director of Passy who sends you?

- Yes, her. - Dear lady! How are you? - Very good.

- And his business? - Going full steam ahead. - All the better, take a seat.

Young man, you are here in front of an old man...

.. that life has made skeptical. I still hesitate to believe it.

I hold back my tenderness... What date did they find you?

July 22, 1841.

- You have some pieces of the dress what were you wearing? - No. I was naked.

Mh! Cowards!

They left me this medal, which I have often fantasized about.

Ah! But then there is no doubt!

This cuts the nail on the head! You are the son of the executioner of Paris!

- Whose son? - Of the executioner of Paris!

- And where is he? - In front of you.

- Hate! - What a beautiful head you have! - Hey!

Executioner: No, dear. You don't have to be scared.

I preferred to tell you bluntly this secret.

Our profession he has some sadness...

.. but also joys... - Our profession?

Every executioner's son is an executioner.

And you arrived on time to take my place.

A few lessons and then you will take flight with your wings.

- Abbot, what is it? - The passage is done, come.

Thank you. I've had enough of sewers and then why run away?

- I am innocent! - You don't know justice!

Precisely because you are innocent you have to escape. Come!

- Thank you, Abbot, happy escape! - Well, goodbye.

But how stupid is this Abbot!

Escape! the? The Duke of Latour Lafitte.

With all the personalities who protect me...

Now they come and meet me: "Sorry, Mr. Duke, please be patient."

- Let's go! Come out, you rascal! - What ways are these?

- "Intercity" ways! - Come out!

- Exactly I say! - Hey! By God! - But the other prisoner escaped!

- Escaped?! - Hand!

< Guard: Say yes! Curse! We must raise the alarm!

- Oh, yeah! In fact, let's call it a day alarm! - The all-clear?

- Oh, of course! - And why?

- You know, you never know! - And yes... But let's go!

- Be careful, son, be careful of the teachings. - Yes...

- And this... Ah! - Blessed boy, with this!

- Ah, with... Now who are we working on? - Ah, I don't know!

On what they bring, as long as it has legs, arms...

.. and a little meat on. Mr. Judge...

- Shall we bring in the prisoner? - Right away.

Allows?

- Judge: Who was with you at the time of the attack? - Who?

- A friend of mine. - Can you tell us his name?

But certainly! It's called... Ah! Ah!

Don't talk!

What are you doing? I didn't tell you to start.

Excuse me, Mr. Judge, He's my son.

He's new to the job, but he really wants to work.

And that's okay, sooner or later...

You were about to tell us the name of your accomplice. After you!

I don't remember it anymore.

- Try to remember that! - And how do I do it?

Yes, �... Ah! But then you're a bastard.

Yes! He's my accomplice!

- Battista: Oh... - Oh yes! The executioner's son?

So I have the robe, I'm a judge, so I'm an idiot!

Yes! Ninth. It's not the toga, it's the face!

< Judge: Meh! Executioner! To us! This man needs to talk!

- Son, shall we start with the fountain? - Dad, don't you think it's too much?

- No, he's strong, he'll bear it very well. - Battista: Yes? - Yes.

- Come on, boy, do yourself honor! Get started. - With permission.

- Enough, daddy? - One more, one more.

There are 12 of them.

- Enough, look at that... - No, no. Still.

You know, it's the first time.

Daddy!

Enough!

- Do you confess? - Yes.

- Did you want to kill the Emperor? - And why not!

- And what else do you confess? - All! All!

- The bomb on Hiroshima I threw it away. - You write!

Doctor Manderbild it's me.

The bread of the card I do it.

America I discovered it.

Well done!

- Will they be able to save him? - And if not will they cut off his head?

Girls: They'll cut off his head...

< Director: Ladies!

Ladies!

I understand your reasons transcend are serious,..

.. but it is in these moments that one severe and rigid education imposes..

.. not to abandon yourself to easy womanizing hysteria.

It's true, Gasparre... our dear Gasparre,..

.. our beloved Gasparre, tomorrow at dawn,..

.. he will be guillotined - - Oh!

- There will be guillotines - - Girls: Oh!

Guillotined!

Executioner: Eh! You saw what guillotine?

Florette never misses a shot!

After all, so will the mother tomorrow morning I won't miss the shot.

The head of that Gasparre, zacchete!

Dad, it's really from that Gasparre that I wanted to talk to you.

I know, you can't wait! It's all his father.

- You don't understand! He must not die! - Executioner: How?!

- We must save him! - Save him?!

But how, you ask me...? But I don't recognize you anymore!

- You are not the son of an executioner! - You will be the son of an executioner!

- Baptist! - Dad, sorry...

Yes, I am the son of an executioner..

.. and I'm proud of it! - But I know, you're an executioner, dad. You're a great executioner.

A great executioner!

But under the robe of this executioner, even a heart will beat.

- That Gasparre is innocent! - He's innocent!

Be generous, it's the first time your child asks you for a favor.

If I asked you for a trumpet, a circle, a little horse,..

.. would you give them to me? - Yes!

- So, give me that head. - Too late.

There are just a few hours left until the execution.

- Ah, that would be the only way of the coin... - Of the coin?

You stay out, I take measurements for the chest.

- But why didn't you run away? - Escape?

I've been sending you for three days the limes in the loaf!

The files? And you're telling me now? You stinking bastard!

This is why I have stomach pains!

Don't be afraid, don't worry, It's all sorted!

- All? - All! - Fixed? - Eh!

- No! Yes? - Yes!

- Dear... And I doubted you! - View?

I would slap myself! Give me a kiss.

Yet another.

- Come on, come on! - Where?

- It's all sorted. - No, no, it's not finished yet.

- First you have to climb the scaffold! - How?

You have to put your head under the guillotine.

- Which head? - Yours! - My? Oh yes!

Hand! Let me finish! You didn't understand!

Climb the scaffold, but you don't have to be afraid. I'll take care of it!

Fear? And of what? I'll climb him onto the scaffold,..

.. I put my head under the guillotine, you throw,..

.. the razor blade falls, my head goes away...

- Oh, yes... - You're stupid!

No, the guillotine is prepared! It's fake.

- No? - Yes, there's a catch! - Oh yes!

- It's a hoax. - Is this a scam? - Yes!

- Is there a catch? - Eh! Of course not!

Yes, but always guillotine!

Don't be afraid: this coin will save your life!

- 5 francs? - Yes.

- Either tempora or mores! - Why?

Where will we end up?

- Into what abyss ours will fall poor country? - What is it?

They torture an innocent, they sentence him to death and then...

.. with 5 francs to the executioner... it's true that "spar-state" employees..

.. they are paid poorly and can't make it to live, my gentlemen!

- Corruption is rampant! - What?

- It's spreading. - Hand!

- It's spread! - But go! I'm the executioner!

- Oh, is that you? - Yes. - The executioner?

Don't do that! On!

Very simple: you put it on the coin in the slot,..

.. the cleaver will jam! On the third attempt failed..

.. the law allows life to be saved to the condemned man! - No...

- Yes, sure. - How dear you are! Give me a kiss.

< Seller: Beers! Orange drinks, fresh sodas! Beers!

Beers! Fresh orange juice, fizzy drinks, beers!

- How much? - Nothing, it's free. - Thank you.

< Vendor 1: Candy! Candies! < Saleswoman 2: Program! Plan!

Without rancor, eh!

< Program!

- How much? - All inclusive. - Thank you.

Do you have the coin?

Ah, good.

And voil�!

Still!

- The coin dropped! - Hate! How do you do it now?

- She went in here! - Look for her!

- Do you have a coin? - No, I have a check.

Do you have a coin? A 5-franc coin?

You, Monarch, Emperor, he has 5 lire... 5 francs?

You too, madam, look in your pocket.

Anyone have 5 francs? Ladies, 5 francs?

< 5 francs, please! Do you, judge, have 5 francs?

< Please, you have 5 francs to lend me?

Help! Help! The head! My head!

- Oh! - My head! - Oh, what head? What head?

- Hurry, go make coffee! - Coffee? - Mm.

- But, sorry, wasn't I on the scaffold? - You eat too much and sleep badly.

Where did you put the flowers of the Director? He leaves in a moment.

Part? But I didn't dream that part.

We promised Matilde to go there, you know.

Won't it be at the fortune teller? I'm not going there anymore, that's enough!

- We promised him! - I'm fed up!

Duels, guillotine, gallows, life imprisonment, torture... No! Enough!

But you suddenly went crazy this night?

- Close the window. - Why?

I want to take back the dream, I want see how it ends. HI.

Oh, here we are again.

Uh... how few people there are! On! Hurry up! Cut!

- Can I really? - Of course you can,..

.. it's a dream. And hurry!

Gasparre: Cut, It's a dream anyway!

Ouch! What a header! Why didn't you put a basket?

Body, come, get your head! Oh...

Whatever anyone says, with your head on your neck...

.. it feels better. - How beautiful in dreams, huh?

Eh! Not much. I was innocent, they guillotined me.

Now I would like to know for those how it ends.

< Gasparre: Listen, you are a judge, a wise man.

He's going to jail, right? - No, why?

That's a smart guy and that's it for the smart ones. It will probably become...

.. minister. < Battista: How sad!

But no, it's a dream! And that one, my uncle...

.. that's a bandit! He'll pay for it, huh?

No... He has a beautiful woman and with beautiful women..

.. it goes a long way. - How sad!

It's a dream!

Judge, and those two over there? They love each other...

.. they never did any harm. They will get married, they will be happy, right?

Yes, they will be happy... enough. A few small disappointments...

< Of course, what do you want? Career, promotions...

the general will love you very much...

< Battista: To him?

< Judge: No, to you! Thus, he will make a career: captain,..

.. major,..

.. colonel,..

.. general..

< And when he is general, she will love a lieutenant.

The sum of the degrees it never changes.

How sad!

Bad guys end well and the good ones end badly.

But no, it's a dream! In life... You tell him!

In life? Mh. It's a whole other thing.

Ah! Now I can wake up!

But I wasn't! It wasn't me.

But no, that one, the blind one, He's someone who dreams...

- Yes... - Yes!

Guys, the movie is over. Say hello to the audience!