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Paris, 1716... during the French Regency...

- Good day, Cartouche. - Good day, fellow.

Cartouche!

- Will you really marry Blanche? - Take my last kiss for proof.

- And me? You promised. - Did I?

Today is another day.

How are you?

For you, fellow.

- A fox for your wedding? - Seems way too miserable.

For you.

Lucky Charm! Look what I took!

For the wedding.

- Bertrand! - My princess.

You're beautiful!

How is your son?

Our daughter!

She'll have your eyes.

Girl or boy... I'll love our baby as much as I love you.

I heard, sir, that you didn't pay your taxes?

I already paid last week. I have nothing left. See.

Don't try to fool me!

You'll talk.

- Take his daughter. - No.

Stay away

from her!

He's mine!

Fool!

Blanche!

Take the servant!

Let me go.

No.

I'll kill you. All of you.

Take him too.

He shall die in pain!

Send him to the galleys.

Let go of me.

EIGHT YEARS LATER...

CARTOUCHE THE MAGNIFICENT BRIGAND

About face, right. Forward, march!

Look at that opulence!

- It smells wealth. - And guards.

What?

- Are you scared? - Oh yes.

- About face, right. - We'll walk round.

The kitchen's at the back.

Diane didn't mention the soldiers.

Always yapping!

- She doesn't know everything. - Yeah, right.

About face, right.

Forward, march.

Who's there?

The captain sent us

for some booze.

Get out of the way or you'll have one foot in the grave.

He's so funny.

- Where is this animal from? - The African coast.

He'll make a great galley slave.

Is he that dark... everywhere?

Let us see.

Don't move, or we'll blow up your skull.

Keep playing. Let it be joyful.

- You know guards are coming. - Not if you want to stay alive.

I am Lord Montignac. What do you want from me?

Your swords, to begin with.

Proceed slowly. On the ground.

Don't have me say it twice.

Good.

Ladies,

your jewels.

Come on!

Be gentle.

Do it yourself. Madam will be honored.

Please.

I am sorry.

So I am, you brigand.

And now, your watches and wallets. I'm waiting.

Make it quick.

No watch?

The usurer offered me three crowns.

Stingy as he is.

- What a bad payer. - So say my creditors.

Thank you.

Eat this.

If it's good for him, it is for you.

I said: "Eat!"

You shall die for your act. Surrender!

Let go of him.

I despise order givers.

- Do you know who you offended? - I couldn't care less.

Rogues like you deserve to die.

Kneel before the Regent. And beg him for forgiveness.

Don't tell me...

You are...

Your Highness!

Did you hear this?

The Regent in the flesh!

You!

You starve and frighten the people unscrupulously.

Who are you, sir?

Cartouche, man of honor

- and highwayman. - Man of honor?

Let us cross swords, then. Show me your honor.

Watch out, black wig!

Guards! Guards!

Let's clear off.

Guards!

Men with guns!

I want him dead or alive.

Follow me.

We have no choice.

Who is this Cartouche?

I wish I knew. Soon, he'll be hung.

- Where were your soldiers? - I don't understand.

All doors were guarded.

Change your guards or I shall change my counselors.

My horse!

I want my horse!

Farewell, friend.

- Rémi? - Shot in the back!

Take his horse.

Don't leave me here. They are my enemies too.

Not possible.

- Kill me, then. - Good idea.

Labranche, take him with you. Let's go.

Nice hiding place!

Put this on.

I don't trust him.

At all.

- What is your name? - Timour. You?

Isabelle. Where are you from?

Far away.

Come.

My friends!

Since we robbed the Regent in person, please have my share

and the one of our late Rémi.

What's wrong?

You let some stranger in. He must die.

That's not being thankful.

- He bailed us out. - He's not one of us.

- He'll betray us. - That's for sure.

I don't recognize you!

Don't forget I saved you from hanging.

And you here, you're a deserter

- but you could kill a man. - Fine with the slave.

- His name's Timour. - But him?

- Who can say he is no informer? - I can.

It's no proof. Name?

Guillaume de Carignan.

Marquis of Fronsac.

Well, so far.

A marquis! Let's get rid of him.

I hardly believe you here judge a man

according to his condition.

Why did you help us?

For your audacity, your insolence

and your courage.

These virtues aren't common among my peers.

I also helped you because our jobs are alike.

Are they?

Not the same practice, though. You act in broad daylight

and I do in the dark.

I sell titles I don't have and goods I lost,

or even castles I don't own.

- You are a thief? - Absolutely.

Plus, I can read and write

and I know the customs of those we could rob together.

What do you think?

He might belong here.

I saw him knocking out de Montignac

who was about to commit a misdeed.

You decide.

I did well, didn't I?

So?

Am I one of yours?

You are, Marquis.

Well, then...

No.

Welcome.

I need to catch Cartouche.

What do we know about him?

His name is on the birth list of Belleville.

He escaped after a 22-year sentence to the galleys.

Since, he and his gang plunder on the roads

or in hotels. No house is spared.

- This man is elusive. - No one is.

Find who he is.

- Let's make an example of him. - It is no easy task.

He has many accomplices.

- The people love him. - The people? Who cares?

Go.

Listen to me.

Father Abbot Dubois is no longer content as state counselor

or foreign secretary. He wants more...

My office.

The Regent wants Cartouche. If we fail,

I'll lose my appointment and so will you.

So, Minister!

- What's new? - Some improvements.

My lieutenant and I were talking about them.

Were you?

What about acting now?

The State's security has been threatened.

The guards were ridiculed and our Regent scorned.

It is already a surprise that these rascals

broke into a guarded house...

But how could they escape so easily?

You talk much. Leave my duties and focus on yours.

- We'll catch them soon. - I'm glad to hear that.

It would be a pity if your duties prevented you from

marrying Mr. La Reynie's beautiful sister.

I am a statesman and my duties come first.

All the better

for the State's security.

For you too, d'Argenson,

for I was publicly offended, which makes it even worse.

La Reynie!

Give a 10,000-livre reward for any details about Cartouche.

Arrest every fence and question them.

Put a spy in every tavern.

I want reports every hour.

Good, sir.

La Reynie?

Find Cartouche and I double my dowry to marry your sister.

Plus, I'll pay off your debts.

That's interesting!

NOTICE A 10,000-POUND REWARD...

What does it say?

A reward for your capture. 10,000 pounds.

That's a lot of money!

I'll wait for the reward to rise to turn you in.

What do you think, Lucky Charm?

- I'll get a drink. - I like you, Marquis.

I shall die hung but after a drink.

I am off. Let us meet as planned.

Watch out for the informers.

- The Regent bears grudges. - So do I.

You were a thief. Now you're a State's enemy.

I already was.

See you later.

- Look! - What is he doing?

- You are insane to come here. - I couldn't wait anymore.

- You are wanted everywhere. - Well...

If they catch me, I'll escape again. For you!

Your share.

I wish you had spared me that savage.

- Her name is Isabelle. - I don't care.

I don't want this monkey to lay hands on me again.

- I like it when you're angry. - I mean it.

So do I.

But Isabelle's a sister to me.

Marquise, you're the one and only.

For how long? Soon, I'll be too old for you.

Let me taste first!

Come here, lady!

My sweetie! My grace...

Where the hell is he?

- We could be drinking. - Is that all you can think of?

What else?

Women, for example, or else, philosophy.

What is phisolophie?

A certain way of conducting your thoughts

to broaden your comprehension.

- Surprised, aren't you? - I must admit.

My inmate was a man of letters.

He was hanged, I wasn't.

Better drinking than philosophizing.

The Regent at Montignac's!

- You could have warned us. - It was too late.

Montignac had said there'd be a surprise. How could I know?

Good God! I was so afraid!

- I prayed for you not to come. - It was worth coming.

You're insane.

You must hide for a while.

- We could leave together. - What?

The show has just begun.

I want all of these noblemen to pay.

These filthy rich live off people's sweat.

I'll bleed them dry. They will lose everything.

You scare me.

I'll never fit in your life.

- Diane! I told you. - I know you can't love anymore.

But please, keep on pretending...

for a while.

It is essential to me.

So?

- How much did he give? - We're still waiting for him.

Tricky was arrested. Someone else is here.

What happened to Tricky?

He was blind drunk and insulted gendarmes.

But his business is safe.

That's just him. What's your name?

- Anglet. I work with him. - Good.

Give me the password, then.

"Freedom or death."

He wouldn't be here if he didn't work with Tricky.

Well.

How's his son?

His son?

He has no son. But his nephew was sent to the galleys lately.

He knows the password.

Let's start the deal, then.

That's all I can take.

The rest is too valuable for me.

Are you kidding us?

Tricky is more generous. I can wait.

Fine.

That's all I can do.

But I know someone...

A Fleming who sells out of France.

- Could we see him? - I could fix this.

- Know the Castle of Brémont? - Yes.

Let's say tomorrow at dawn.

Good work, Anglet.

Here, for you.

Thank you, Lord.

Didn't you forget anything?

Sorry.

About face, right. Forward, march.

- My Lord, Tricky mustn't... - Rest assured.

We killed him

right after he spoke.

We are well mannered.

- Go. - Thank you, My Lord.

Thank you.

The trap is set.

We'll catch them tomorrow.

Our victory will be resounding and Dubois

will fall in disgrace.

Be cautious.

Wait for me here.

- Do you have the jewels? - Your money first.

- It's La Reynie! - Fire!

Catch them.

Shoot! Kill him.

Bertrand!

Help!

Boil some water.

Hurry up.

We'll help you out, Bertrand! You hear me?

Remember our tavern? And Blanche?

Of course.

She has always been in my mind. Every single day.

Life has taken me my daughter but gave me back three children.

Take care of each other.

- We will. - Promise.

This Officer La Reynie...

He killed Blanche too.

I'll cut him open.

Like an animal.

Yes you will. And we will help you. Me first.

Don't let yourself be guided by anger.

We need you.

How come?

They were caught by surprise, outnumbered and you had guns.

Cartouche cut through our lines with his sword.

- I'm sure I hit him. - Did you kill him?

Fortunately for you, I'm about to marry

your sister. My love for her shields you.

But no more disappointment. Catch Cartouche quickly.

Be sure I will.

Ah, Juliette! I was looking for you.

Still reading.

Books remind me of my youth,

and of my father.

He would look after his books like fragile plants.

It was so long ago.

Your brother came to see you.

Don't make him wait.

Juliette.

Why such a sad face?

He wants me to marry d'Argenson.

I have seen him only once and he seems so old to me.

I thought marriage would be different.

I am not sure I'll love the man I have to.

You will love him.

It's a matter of will.

Will? Is that what love is?

Did you embrace God by the fact of will?

The love of God can't be compared to any other.

But your father is regent and your grandfather was Louis XIV.

You were meant to a great destiny.

But you chose to embrace God counter to everyone's advice.

God chose me.

To expiate my father's sins.

I only conformed to the fate God had set for me.

I wish God would do the same for me. I would be happier.

You are too young to know what happiness is.

Come. Let us not make your brother wait any longer.

It has been a month!

I know.

I am busy chasing a crook.

Yesterday, he killed six of my men.

- God! Did you arrest him? - I will soon.

This Cartouche leads a gang of killers

who plunder and kill shamelessly in the region.

He'll end up

on the Place de Grève.

Minister d'Argenson assigned me this mission.

He is a good man.

He is powerful, wealthy, highly respected

and he loves you.

- More than anything. - We only met once.

It was enough. He is madly in love with you.

I envy him. I might never know this feeling.

Trust me, little sister. This marriage is heaven-sent.

- For who? - Both of us.

We are ruined.

Our land might be seized and for the convent...

Sister Adélaïde has kindly kept you for months.

Our late father would have begged you

to consent to this marriage. That's for sure.

When will I see d'Argenson again?

Very soon.

He wants to introduce you officially earlier than planned.

I want you to be amiable, sweet and loving.

I shall do my best.

I promise.

Good.

Duty calls.

Listen to me, friends.

Bertrand, Rémi,

Guillaume, La Motte...

Those in power killed many of our brothers in arms

and reign absolutely.

The people are losing everything.

They are tortured and crushed by taxation.

I declare war on this corrupt and illegitimate power.

Merciless war.

You are free to join me or not.

I won't blame those who won't. But hasten.

After they killed Blanche La Reynie and his bastards

dragged me behind the shed.

They raped me one after another.

Lucky Charm tried to help me and he was deported.

They left me for they thought I was dead.

This war is also mine.

Mine too.

For my brother and father

tortured to death, I'm in.

So am I.

My life is yours.

Freedom or death.

FREEDOM OR DEATH!

What are your plans?

I'll attack the Regent and his ministers.

We'll fight in arms and take back what they stole.

It's a revolution.

Why not? If it's what it takes.

In the end, the people will rise up.

Maybe. Meanwhile, how to start?

With La Reynie. This bastard hit my heart, I'll hit his.

You have no chance. La Reynie has no heart.

D'Argenson has one.

Beating for a girl he'll marry:

the very sister of the police lieutenant.

- Juliette de La Reynie. - You must be kidding.

D'Argenson is mad about her. Two hits at once.

You're making yourself precious.

Where could I find this Juliette?

That I don't know. But Diane might.

Cartouche!

We found Anglet.

Did you hear him?

Back into the saddle.

Please. I had no choice.

I swear.

They would have killed my wife.

Stop.

- What's wrong with you? - No gun. He'll pay otherwise.

Put it away, I said.

Please.

Please.

You owe me the life of the best of us.

- Why was Cartouche lenient? - His wife was pregnant

when they killed her. That's it.

You're like my homeland women:

beautiful as a star, and dangerous as a warrior.

But there's no one like you and that's fine.

Perfect, Gauthier.

Send this to Avignon.

Good, sir.

- I didn't hear you, Father! - I know statesmen are busy.

A matter of state brought me here, though.

The Regent is concerned.

- What about? - Your meager results.

Cartouche is still fleeing. It's unfortunate.

I'm not accountable to you, but to the Regent. See you there.

- My Lord! - Later, d'Argenson.

I am busy here. Take a seat

and enjoy the show.

You too, Father. Forget your masses in Latin.

- It's about Cartouche. - Tell me, then.

Ladies, take your jewels back.

- My necklace! - My bracelet.

Well done, d'Argenson. I am content.

- What about the man? - The noose is tightening.

His days are numbered.

Perfect.

Dear friend, did you find what they stole from you?

Alas no, My Lord.

Let us trust d'Argenson and his tenacity.

By the way,

I've just received a note from my daughter Louise Adelaïde.

She praises your future spouse.

I am glad. Please let me hasten her introduction.

I understand. I heard she is ravishing.

A twenty-year-old bird fresh from the convent.

How fortunate you are.

- When? - You tell me, My Lord.

Let's say in nine days.

That very day, I got engaged with Françoise Marie de Bourbon.

That date brought me luck.

It is yours.

Look away.

What is this?

Some mud.

Rare mud.

To make wrinkles disappear.

It is from the Carpathians.

You should have asked me. I can bring you mud every day.

Some red and thick mud.

Don't make fun of me. I am doing this for you.

You may turn around.

What wrinkles?

I only see two magnificent eyes.

But no wrinkles.

You are a bad liar.

I know what you want to know about Juliette de La Reynie.

And for your kindness, I am ready to tell you.

I'll miss you, Juliette.

I'll think of you every day.

I'll visit you.

You have to go now.

Be happy.

Thank you. My brother will give you compensation. I promise.

Go.

Juliette!

One more thing.

For you.

POEMS BY RONSARD

Stop.

Stop.

Stop the coach.

Stop it now.

Stay there.

Stop the carriage.

Sword down.

We came for the girl.

We will take her out nicely and then we will go.

- She is under my protection. - I'm scared.

Look at you, Captain.

What do you want?

You, miss.

Throw your arms and dismount.

Don't keep me waiting.

Let go of me. No.

Let me go.

It hurts.

Let me go.

My head will burst.

It hurts.

Well.

- Will you calm down? - Rather have you hung.

- At your neck, fine. - You're a monster,

a crook, a good-for-nothing.

Fine. If that's what you want.

- Prop me up. - Let's go.

Please...

How is it possible?

Juliette! With this brigand!

What a disgrace! You should have escorted her.

- My best captain was in charge. - It shows.

How did Cartouche know about this trip?

- Its day and place? - That I don't know.

He wants money. He'll ask for a ransom soon.

May God hear you.

Forget God. I am the one who'll pay.

- Where could he be? - Coming to Paris is too risky.

Search every farm and cottage around Paris.

Explore every barn and edifice but find Juliette.

Children! Run.

Come with me. Run.

Don't stop.

Search this house.

Hurry up.

Bring me this man.

Did you see Cartouche and his gang? Speak!

Of course you don't know who he is.

Exactly, My Lord.

Nobody is here.

Speak or you shall die.

I have never seen Cartouche.

This idiot will serve as an example. The next will speak.

Smiley!

Replace Lucky Charm.

Remove her gag and make her sleep there.

Don't touch me.

How can you live with vile men?

- You bring disgrace to women. - Enough!

You're a savage.

You look and behave as bad as men.

- Ah, you females. - God will punish you.

Gag her or I'll cut her tongue.

Don't expect me to beg you for mercy.

If you plan to kill me, I am ready.

I'm impressed by your courage.

I don't want to kill you, though.

You won't... will you?

What? Ruin the merchandise? No way.

I leave it to your peers.

And you are not my type.

I demand that you bring me back to the convent.

How cute!

Stop moaning and sleep on the straw.

No eiderdown for once.

Tomorrow, someone will pay for you, like merchandise.

Ouch!

I may be merchandise

but there's a price on your head too.

I heard I could get 10,000 pounds for it.

Not a single word.

Or I gag you again and until dawn.

We were close to the coach...

I was speeding with my horse and then passing on my right...

Lucky Charm on Attila.

I said: "Will you attack alone, Lucky Charm?"

He said: "No, I can't stop it."

I was holding the reins, though.

And the more it gallops.

Here. Go to Paris and bring it to Diane.

D'Argenson must have it as quick as possible.

- How much do you ask? - 200,000 pounds.

- For that girl? - I first thought 100,000

but she's so mulish.

She doesn't want anything. She won't eat

- as long as she is tied up. - Like I said.

And she'll die of hunger so we won't get any ransom.

I should have asked the triple.

- That bitch is unbearable. - But she has beautiful eyes.

The rest is not bad either.

There.

Now you can eat.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

You never experienced hunger!

No compromise with murderers.

Rogue, devil, thief... fine. But no murderer.

I dispense justice my way but I never killed an innocent.

The murderers are among yours,

rich and fat.

Nonsense.

Really?

What do you know about life let alone your convent?

If you think a man's value depends only on his condition,

I shall sell you for much more. Good night.

You don't sleep?

I can't.

I like what you're singing.

It's an old song from home.

A love song.

The one who sings says that since he met this woman,

she entered his soul and dwelled in his body.

We mustn't Timour.

- Why? - Because.

It is too dangerous with the life we're leading.

No. Don't do that.

Where do you think you're going?

Let go of me. You are hurting me.

- What's going on? - This bitch tried to escape.

You tied me loose. I took it as an invitation.

Congrats. You know what you want.

- I should have hung myself. - Look at you.

Don't touch me.

- You asked for it! - I hate you.

Good for you. Now, lie down.

And no more escape.

- We'll see. - That's for sure.

Go. I won't sleep with you.

I'm not sleeping with you. But against you.

- I don't wish you good night. - Neither do I.

In your world, people sleep under thick blankets.

In mine, under the stars.

Enjoy it. It's a fair deal.

Come here, kid.

Go.

Madam?

A letter for you from Cartouche.

What a scandal!

What a nerve to abduct the lieutenant's sister.

And your future wife.

Don't weigh d'Argeson down. He is sad enough.

You are right.

But I was addressing the minister of security.

You may wear the cloth but God is no fool.

What is it?

D'Argenson?

200,000 pounds?

He doesn't pull his punches.

What will you do?

I'll pay. And set a trap that Cartouche won't escape.

- Nice words! If I were you... - Exactly.

You're not yet.

Mind your duties.

But Father is right.

We don't like to be scoffed at.

Keep your promise.

And quick.

Come on, Princess. Dismount.

Have some rest. We will stay here until tomorrow.

- It is so gloomy. - Did you expect a palace?

It's an orphanage.

Cartouche!

How are you, Titou?

- Can I join you this time? - You're not old enough.

- I am nine. - Later. You have my word.

- Please meet Miss de La Reynie. - She's nice. Your fiancée?

- Not exactly. - Definitely not.

- Come in, children. - It's good to have you here.

We survive off poaching and we lack wood for winter.

Don't you get help from your parish?

Or the king's charity?

- She has just left convent. - I see.

The king doesn't help us.

He actually persecutes us by taking what we have left.

Yesterday, some soldiers looking for you

killed Florimond, my poor seminarian.

- Wandering soldiers, I guess. - No. They had a chief.

Some Chevalier de La Reynie.

No, kids!

Step back.

Come on?

Prayer first.

God bless us and the food

that we will eat. Provide bread to the destitute.

Amen.

Here, Father.

- For food, wood and blankets. - God bless you,

Cartouche.

God bless all of you.

Thank you, fellows.

Come on.

Eat, kids.

You'll be home soon.

I lost my home long ago.

I didn't know.

- I really didn't. - Now you know.

You will be able to tell about the people's misery.

I will.

I will.

When I'll be ten, will you take me with you?

Stubborn as a mule.

Sure I will.

It's time to sleep.

- Do you love d'Argenson? - Not yet.

Why marry him, then?

My brother asked me to.

And he's the only match I have.

I am an orphan too.

- I lost everything. - You still have your freedom.

Maybe in your world.

But not in mine.

Tomorrow at dawn.

Like you asked. At the Grenouillère's marsh.

Well, well. A dark wig.

The Minister d'Argenson,

himself. What a sign of interest!

He loves you. That's for sure.

Show us the gold.

Perfect. Let's hasten.

She can go.

Farewell, miss.

She wants our loss.

She saved us. Bring back the gold. Hurry.

We are off.

Thank God, you're safe.

I'm sorry you had to pay.

Your life is priceless.

For me at least.

I wish my men had killed Cartouche.

He won't go far, though.

They are coming.

Be ready.

Wait for my command to shoot.

Fire!

Charge!

Don't let them reload.

Help yourselves.

Bastards.

It's for you.

Don't kill him. I want him alive.

Where is Timour?

Where is he?

Where is Timour?

No!

Why him?

No!

Open the door!

How's Juliette?

She's resting in the apartments the Regent kindly allotted her.

And you? Did you finally catch Cartouche?

We fought well.

- Did you catch him? - No.

We caught one of his mates. The slave he freed.

What worth is a darky?

I want Cartouche!

And my gold? You have it, don't you?

No, sir. But he won't enjoy it.

- Meaning? - He knows about his mate.

He won't abandon him.

He'll do his utmost to have him back.

Let's promise his release if Cartouche surrenders.

Nonsense. Cartouche will never surrender for a darkie.

A darkie that saved him.

They have a sense of honor of their own.

Double six, My Lord.

Nothing stops you.

Here are 50 pounds. You will ruin me, my dear.

And the kingdom too.

You bring me luck, My Lord.

You're as devastating as in bed. You owe me a return game.

In bed of course.

Well, d'Argenson, is Cartouche in your hands?

Almost. We captured one of his.

You're questioning him, I presume.

Indeed.

Don't wreck him too much or he'll be useless.

Well, my dear, it's your turn.

The dice.

Double ace.

You must have been so scared. I would have died of it.

But you'll be avenged. Your brother caught one of them.

- Who did they arrest? - That I don't know, miss.

But he's with the torturer as we speak.

He'll surely denounce all the others.

- I must know who it is! - You're hurting me!

I must know! Hurry!

- We need a new hiding place. - He won't blab!

How do you know he can resist torture?

- I just do! - We barely know the darky!

Want if he changes sides?

- He might even be their spy! - You're as stupid as ever!

Keep badmouthing him and you're out.

This is all over Paris.

"Notice:

By order of our beloved regent, Philippe d'Orléans,

a certain Timour shall be freed

if Cartouche turns himself in within 2 days.

If not,

Timour shall be tortured to death on Place de Grève.

Signed Nicolas de La Reynie."

What'll you do?

- Turn myself in. - You can't be serious!

- D'Argenson is lying. - Go and you're dead!

- I'll risk it. - The Marquis knows them!

Bertrand would never let you.

What happens to us if you're caught?

- You can go home. - This is home!

- We left our family years ago! - Got nothing to say?

If I don't go, you'll lose him forever.

- Losing you both is better? - So we just abandon him?

Why'd you refuse to dine with Mr. d'Argenson?

What I heard spoiled my appetite.

What are you talking about?

You mistreat orphans and you kill innocent people!

Is that how you serve the Regent?

Is that what a lieutenant does?

I'm ashamed! Our father would've been ashamed too.

I forbid you to talk to me like that!

Those bandits filled your head with lies.

They're the murderers, not me.

They're fighting for their survival!

While you, after ruining us,

you're selling me to the highest bidder.

You've never loved me.

I realize that now.

I've made up my mind, it's God I want to marry.

To atone for your sins, and my blindness.

You'll marry d'Argenson whether you want to or not.

Never! You hear me? Never!

You can lock me up, but you won't silence me!

- You know it's a trap! - What about us?

- Continue what we started. - Without a leader?

- One, two... - I'm no leader.

- You're our leader. - Pick someone! That's an order.

Don't worry about me, I've got a plan.

And no long good-byes...

You're not leaving till you hear me out.

- Two heads for this stupid idea? - What's stupid is certain death!

Out of the question!

- D'Argenson is lying! - That's what I said.

That's what we all said! But he's as stubborn as a mule.

It's the only way to save both you and Timour.

Their plan is risky, but it might work!

"Promise to take care of each other." Sound familiar?

I haven't forgotten Bertrand's words.

We promised, and we keep our word.

Isabelle has a say in this too.

And I'm with Isabelle.

I preferred it when you two hated each other.

- Do you know them? - Yes, I met them last week.

That one's from Toledo, Your Highness.

- What do you think? - It's admirable.

Admirable.

- You were right, d'Argenson. - Your Highness?

To pay the ransom. She's worth twice as much.

Rise, dear child.

And have a seat.

Is tomorrow not Cartouche's last day to turn himself in?

He'll never show.

He could care less about the fate of his accomplices.

I agree.

His behavior toward you proves it.

The man is completely amoral!

Excuse me, Your Highness,

but I don't think we're talking about the same person.

The man I met was very humane.

Retract yourself immediately.

What you said is unacceptable!

I demand that you apologize to the court.

I meant no offense, Your Highness.

But I know what I saw. I don't want to lie to you.

That's refreshing!

And what did you see?

I saw orphans

cared for by a poor monk,

who would all have died of hunger

if Cartouche hadn't helped them.

I saw him spare the life of one of your officers,

though he had him at sword-point.

Are you saying Cartouche is a gentleman?

Of course not, Your Highness.

Cartouche is a thief, a peasant, a bandit,

but he seemed noble of heart, for want of noble birth.

He deserves to be judged fairly.

You've lost your mind!

You don't get any praise for that, d'Argenson!

You control your fiancée as badly as your troops!

Officer, take Miss de La Reynie back to her quarters.

I believe she needs to rest.

And I need to be entertained!

- You're mad! - I told you I'd tell the truth!

Trying to ruin me? Break it off with d'Argenson?

You want to fall into disgrace too?

It's like I see you for the first time.

I'm ashamed of you!

You're the one who's leading us to ruin!

Stay a little longer.

Be reasonable, Your Highness!

Your ardor has exhausted me.

The others want to stay while you can't wait to leave!

But I could come back this evening.

Slip under your covers...

And wake you in the most delicious way.

- What a great idea! - But they won't let me in...

Unless I'm allowed free movement.

You're right! Get my writing case.

Father...

Turn back, ma'am. You're not allowed here.

I'm allowed everywhere, soldier.

Do you recognize this seal?

It's OK.

What do you want, ma'am?

His Highness authorized me to see the black slave...

For what reason?

Let's just call it female curiosity!

Good Burgundy wine for you!

Drink to my health. I won't be long, unless...

Follow me.

Dear God!

Don't get too close, ma'am. He could be dangerous.

- I'll leave the gate open. - Thank you, friend.

Dear God!

Wake up, Timour!

- Who are you? - A friend of Cartouche's.

Get up, quick!

Hold this.

Put this on.

Halt! Who goes there?

Out the window, Timour!

Jump!

Stop! In the name of the King!

Hurry!

Fire!

To the drawbridge!

Guards! Guards!

Guards! Guards!

- You're hurt! - No...

Please don't tell them!

Help me get into the saddle.

Now light it!

Wait, wait!

Cartouche! Help!

- Titou! - Help!

Come back!

Help!

- Titou! - Help!

I'll get you out!

Titou! You'll be OK.

TO BE CONTINUED...

I don't want them to hang him!

Tomorrow at dawn, that riffraff

will be but a gallows bird.

- I'm simply stupefied! - Thank you, Lord.

Titles: F. Moreau & E. Blinn TV5 Québec Canada