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Fire!

Charge!

Don't kill him. I want him alive.

CARTOUCHE THE MAGNIFICENT BRIGAND

Hurry up.

Jump.

Guards!

You're wounded.

Wait for me!

Cartouche! Help!

Titou!

Quick!

Help!

Titou!

I'll save you.

It'll be fine.

PART 2

Help me quick.

She lost a lot of blood.

Good God!

Clear the table!

Move the benches.

Cartouche?

He's on his way.

I need him.

Soon.

I can't wait.

He took Titou home.

We won't grow old together.

That's not true.

You'll survive.

Lucky Charm.

- Tell him to remember me... - I will.

And to forget me.

All I ask...

is that he be happy.

- Tell him! - I promise.

Tell him.

I'm thirsty.

Titou!

My boy. I'll get you out.

Don't worry.

Jailer! Water!

Something to drink, please.

Bring us water.

Feed the kid. He has fever.

They want to see you.

But he'll die.

- Move on. - Bastards!

Obey.

I'm thirsty.

Move on.

Stand up.

Give me a moment!

- Titou needs your help. Please. - Come this way.

- Take it out on me. - Move Up.

Faster.

Come on.

Come on. You're being soft.

Shut up and hasten your step.

Let's race.

- My Lord. - Forward.

Vermin like you crawl.

I missed it.

You didn't boast at the tip of my sword.

The fight was fair, though.

Tomorrow at dawn, you'll get your limbs broken.

Then, you'll agonize on the wheel.

There has to be an end.

My struggle was worth it.

You lost, Cartouche!

But I can lessen your suffering.

In return, I want you to give your accomplices away.

I wish I knew we were at confession.

Think I'm an informant?

Take him back to his cell.

Let's go.

Sir d'Argenson is here.

- You asked to see me? - Indeed.

Tell me. I shall please you.

I know.

I deeply appreciate your affection.

I don't even dare ask this of my brother.

- I'm all ears. - I heard you caught Cartouche.

Congratulations.

This villain deserves villainy.

- I heard a boy was caught too. - And?

He's innocent.

He was in Cartouche's arms.

Indeed. But does it make him guilty?

Children have no place in jail.

What do you want?

The permission to nurse him and to set him free.

You wanted Cartouche?

You have him.

What do you care about the boy?

I'm appealing to your heart,

before I grant you mine.

My heart belongs to you. And so does my person.

I'm immensely grateful.

I'm overcome by such devotion to others.

Juliette.

Titou?

You're coming with me.

I want to stay with Cartouche.

Listen, my boy.

Go with her. She'll heal you.

I'm asking you.

He hasn't eaten or drunk in over 2 days.

I'll take care of him.

I know how much...

he loves you.

And how much your absence will affect him.

Juliette.

I'm not a brigand out of self-interest.

I'm not a saint or a hero...

but I wanted you to know.

One more thing...

Every time I see you, I wish I could live longer.

There might be a life after death. Hold on to that.

I believe in it.

You must believe too.

We'll meet again, then.

In this other life.

Come on, Titou.

Be brave. I'm counting on you.

Scallywag!

I love you.

I love you too.

Saving me

cost Diane her life and Cartouche his freedom.

Don't blame yourself.

Cartouche and Diane were ready for it.

We must do for Cartouche what you did for me.

Sure, but we had Diane to let us in.

- She was the only one. - For God's sake!

We can't let him down!

We could save him at dawn on his way to the gallows?

- We'd surprise them. - It's way too dangerous.

Shut up Smiley!

Paper money? You can't be serious.

No, Your Highness.

Mr. Law would create a bank,

the only one entitled to issue these banknotes.

It's a clever plan. And it'd save our finances.

It's unhoped-for.

We'd create our own banknotes?

Exactly, Your Highness.

What do you think?

Mr. Law is clever.

Yet, he's no finance expert.

Gold and silver are solid and noble materials.

And paper might lead to speculation.

Our finances are weak. Let's not worsen the case.

Did you read Mr. Law's book much praised around Europe?

No. Is reading the Bible enough to believe in God?

- Your Highness! - Please, sirs.

I'll follow my minister's cautious advice.

He's just honored his duty and caught Cartouche.

This brigand thought he could dupe us with impunity.

- Cartouche? Caught? - Your informant didn't tell you?

One last spoon?

Good.

Our boy is already doing much better.

The fever's gone.

Tomorrow, a good roast beef will help him regain strength.

Roast beef? For real?

I guess he's not used to it. Poor kid.

Cartouche got caught because of me.

He would have escaped otherwise.

You'll save him too, huh?

I can't, Titou.

I don't want them to hang him!

Be brave.

Remember. Cartouche is counting on you.

I am glad, sirs.

Tomorrow at dawn, the crook who dared defy this court

will be hanged on the gallows.

We'll all attend the event.

And so will the people.

They shall learn one can't defy the Regent with impunity.

We owe this pleasure to Mr. d'Argenson's promptness

and to the excellent work of his lieutenant

Mr. de La Reynie.

We are well defended.

Your Highness, I would defend you even better

as your Prime Minister.

I hear you.

And I will think it through.

Already?

You aren't slow in here.

I didn't know about night hangings.

You won't be hanged.

Follow the red line.

It's a secret passage.

It'll be blocked up after your escape.

My escape?

It's a good one.

Who are you?

It doesn't matter.

You are free.

Yeah, right.

And in return?

Nothing.

Just escape.

You have until the next changing of the guard.

A horse awaits you at the end of the passage.

Hold on.

- Who says it's not a trap. - No one.

You have nothing to lose. Grab your chance

or you'll be dead tomorrow.

You decide.

Paulin, stop.

- What's wrong? - I heard someone.

I can't believe it!

Sorry, lads.

Off we go.

Greetings from the hanged man.

It's absolutely incredible!

Escaping from the royal jails, in the middle of Paris!

Where were the guards?

The jailer was stabbed.

All the others said they had let in

a monk who had a pass.

Cartouche has an accomplice inside Palais-Royal.

It's all very well to imprison a brigand, sir.

But you must keep him in too.

My patience has reached its limits.

Get him. It shall be my last order.

You know what? Lots of goings-on last night.

Believe it or not, Cartouche escaped.

- What did you say? - So says the rumor.

His accomplices set him free. No one found out how

but they're good. It's the second time!

And now, the gallows tree has been dismantled.

Thank you, God.

That's not all. Such a strange night!

What else?

Speak.

I paid a visit to my lover, Paulin.

He's a good-looking

and delightfully ardent valet.

We had just left his room when someone passed by.

I was afraid that his master would show but it was a monk.

In his hooded cape.

Except that I recognized him.

He's no Dominican at all.

Rather a rascal even. With such a disguise at night,

he was surely chasing trollops.

And?

Who was it?

Father Dubois.

Under his robe, he's just a man like any other.

Promise me you'll keep it a secret.

No one should know.

Why?

Father Dubois is powerful

and if he finds out he will get rid of you.

Incredible!

A Dominican helps you out, asks nothing in return

and leaves you no clue... It's something for the Pope.

Miracles aren't for me.

This monk was no godsend. He kept his word, though.

- Helpers you don't know about. - Why not?

He might not have been entirely selfless...

Really? Explain!

but against someone.

Cartouche's release causes harm to the Regent

or to d'Argenson.

I think so too.

Rivalry between my enemies' aided me.

- Which enemies? I don't know. - Who cares? You're here.

Meanwhile...

I wish I'd seen the Regent's face.

I can't wait to hear it from Diane.

What did I say?

She was up for it.

Up for what?

When I went to find her, we both knew the risks.

We were ready to die for it.

A woman can choose to die for the man she loves.

Don't blame yourself. That's sullying her free will.

Diane didn't want that.

I wish I loved her like she deserved it.

But I couldn't.

I'm not sad, Isabelle.

I'm angry.

Angry at the way things go.

Angry at justice and those who misuse it.

We all feel the same.

What should we do, now?

Let go of me.

- Let go of me. - Please...

We have children to feed.

Stop it. You'll kill him.

Stop.

Done. Get undressed.

Do it or I shoot you too.

From now on, every peasant should bear my name.

Thank you, Cartouche.

Thanks.

Let's go.

Last stop.

Everybody out.

Here.

Help! Put me down.

I'll have you hanged.

- You, brigands! - Yeah, right.

Meanwhile, what belongs to you belongs to the people.

And what belongs to the Regent belongs to Cartouche.

For you, Father.

We owe you. Every day, I pray God for you to live on.

Leave God out of this or I'll owe him.

- Thank you, friends. - I love you, rascals.

Collect the food, kids. Let's go home.

God bless you.

Go in quick.

We'll prepare lunch.

Thank you, my friends.

This man is the devil.

Everywhere at the same time. The Regent loses patience.

We're accountable to him for Cartouche's wrongdoing.

My men are after him

but no one would cooperate.

Do like him. Put the country to fire and sword.

When they'll get that Cartouche might cause them harm,

the people will hand him to you on a plate.

Especially with gold at stake.

La Reynie?

One last thing.

My love for your sister won't save you from the Regent.

My concerns are legion, my dear.

Our marriage is my sole comfort.

I'll hasten the preparations.

I look forward to it.

Tell me about your worries. They're mine too.

The incredible escape of Cartouche put me in trouble.

And Dubois, this vulture, tries to take advantage of it.

- That's unfortunate for you. - Especially for France.

Dubois persuaded the Regent to adopt Mr. Law's system.

A Scotsman as Controller of Finances. It's insane!

He'll rule French economy.

I'm bothering you.

- Father Dubois is here. - At last.

Let him in and leave us.

Thank you for coming.

How may I help you?

Please have a seat.

I won't beat around the bush. I know how Cartouche escaped.

Really?

Really.

I know how and I know why.

I'm interested.

For good reason.

You set it up yourself.

To discredit d'Argenson and be confirmed as Prime Minister.

A clever move indeed.

Do you realize what you're putting forward?

I am, Prime Minister.

I realize perfectly that it could raise

the Regent's attention.

Apparently, your monk's cape really suited you.

Especially the hood.

What do you want?

I want my wedding to be postponed by the Regent.

- Is that all? - That's a lot to me.

Of course, you'll have to show your cleverness

and find a suitable excuse.

Can I rely on your witness' silence?

I am she. I won't speak. You have my word.

Good.

I heard your call.

You got him!

- Eavesdropping is forbidden. - I just heard.

You didn't hear a word. Are we clear?

OK.

See you at the tavern.

Don't get drunk.

- As if! - Heavy-drinker!

Here, my friend.

See you tomorrow, Captain.

It will be ready... tomorrow.

- Without fail? - Tomorrow morning.

- See you tomorrow, then. - I assure you. Bye.

You're crazy. There are patrols everywhere.

I know. Is the ammunition ready?

Right here.

Here.

Soon, gold won't be legal tender anymore.

We have to change our coins for paper money.

- Paper? - Exactly.

They say it's worth the same. I doubt it.

What about the gold?

In the State's coffers.

And I'm the thief?

No matter what, they'll always outmatch me.

Check the door, please.

Come closer, folks.

Come see Cartouche, the magnificent brigand.

Cartouche! You're done.

- You're under arrest - Again?

Yes.

We'll hang you.

- The Regent wants it. - Does he?

He can dream on.

Why arrest me? I will surely escape?

- Well, not this time. - You're fools.

Enough!

So you're mocking us?

That was just for fun.

He's just entertaining the people...

- Mind your business. - I do.

We'll teach you obedience.

Sorry.

The Regent won't catch Cartouche with imbeciles like you.

Too bad!

Who's supposed to teach me obedience?

Me.

Kneel down.

Right now. Or I'll shoot you.

Hail to the thief! Someone robbed my purse.

- You had no purse. - Shut up.

I'm the future spouse of the Minister of Security.

Catch him.

Quickly.

Tomorrow, same time priory of St. Germain.

Ladies and gentlemen, curtain!

This girl's our savior!

It's weird, though.

Why would she save your life?

You abducted her, bound her hand and foot...

You even slapped her face.

I guess she must like it.

You never know with women.

Still, I don't get it. She's de La Reynie's sister,

soon d'Argenson's wife...

The only explanation...

Enough jabbering!

Spit it out.

Well, I'm about to say it.

If I were you, my friend, I wouldn't miss my chance.

But you're not me.

Donkey.

You're just a donkey!

Martin, Brunet, with me.

Search the place.

My papers are in order. What do you want from me?

- Does Cartouche ring a bell? - Well...

- Yes or no? - I heard about him.

- What did you hear? - He's a villain, vermin

that you nearly hanged.

That you'll hang soon. For sure.

- Anyone upstairs? - No one.

200,000 livres for whoever hands over Cartouche.

Death for whoever helps him.

Die!

Bravo.

Bravo My Lord. What a talent!

No Dubois, not you!

These ladies might think I'm a fool. I'm enjoying it.

But not you.

By the way,

I salute your wisdom.

Law, the Scotsman,

is a magician.

Gold is flowing into our coffers. It's a godsend.

It's logical, My Lord.

- Just logical. - Well then, I appreciate

this logic.

You should hide this gold, though.

Hide it? From what?

Temptations.

It would be unwise to let it lie idle in Paris.

I suggest you transfer it secretly to one of your castles.

Why not Vaux le Vicomte?

I shall take your sensible advice

into consideration.

How unfortunate that Cartouche is still scoffing at us!

Wouldn't it be wise to postpone d'Argenson's wedding?

A seven-day celebration

is a reward our minister should earn.

Bravo.

Again, you're right. Cartouche is highly annoying.

My sweet, my candy...

Close-shaven, a hot tub and he's singing.

- Thinking the same thing? - Thing...

- I wouldn't call her a thing. - We agree, then.

My humble respects.

Apologies for making you wait.

Some people dress like monks. Others like marquis.

It suits you very well. But it's too risky.

You shouldn't come to town. D'Argenson doubled the reward.

He can triple it. I don't care.

What are you hoping to do?

Provoking the Regent, his men, stripping nobles. What next?

They'll catch you in the end. That's all.

What about robbing the royal bank while you're at it?

Why not, actually?

- That's a good idea. - I'm being serious.

- So am I. - Be reasonable.

No. It's a luxury only the rich can afford.

- I'd rather live my own way. - I'm envious of you for that.

A life with no pleasure is no life.

I forgot to thank you for yesterday.

I was lucky that you were there.

Leave luck out of it. Tuesdays are market day

- and Tuesdays, I buy lace. - Sure.

And Tuesdays, someone robs your invisible purse.

How's Titou?

He's fine, now.

He's a marvelous kid.

He changed my life.

I'll miss him when he'll be gone.

And...

Your wedding?

It has been postponed...

because of you.

With you at large, d'Argenson is out of favor.

I'm sorry.

I'm sincerely sorry.

You must be.

I shall put it right.

Please don't.

What do you want to prove?

That you matter to me?

Well yes, I don't want to see you hanged. Happy?

I'm the happiest man.

I promise I'll evade d'Argenson as long as possible.

I have to go now.

Be cautious.

For Titou.

He's so fond of you.

Suzon?

Suzon!

Where were you, miss?

It's none of your business.

You, leave!

Where was your escort?

A guard saw you leave.

Why do you have to defy the court etiquette?

Is it forbidden to read in the sunshine?

I'm pleased to know.

Does d'Argenson know that you're having his future wife followed?

He doesn't know either that you hindered my soldiers

in front of a crowd cheering our enemy.

If your men can't catch the one who robbed my purse,

I doubt they will ever catch Cartouche.

You should pray that we catch him.

D'Argenson is on the verge of disgrace.

Without him, we're lost.

Talking with Father Dubois might save our case.

Congrats.

You compromise yourself with d'Argenson's sworn enemy.

Your loyalty does you credit!

My credit is to protect our interests.

D'Argenson's enemies are not necessarily mine.

Meanwhile, don't leave the palace.

- The guards will be informed. - I'll do what I want.

Do what I order you to!

Or I'll personally take care of this kid who knows Cartouche.

He doesn't know Cartouche. You have no proof.

Then, I'll make some up. That's my job.

Titou! Get ready. We're leaving.

- We're playing. - Get dressed, quickly.

- Where are we going? - You stay here. Get undressed.

Take off your clothes. Quickly.

- Hurry. - Yes.

Thank you.

Here.

You scared me. What's going on?

We need your help. The army besieges the orphanage.

Peasant families took refuge at our place.

The Regent plans to send them to the colonies.

They have picked up children to work there.

It's John Law's policy.

Explain.

His shares go up if lands bring in but it requires labor.

I have to go back. The kids need me.

Let's meet at our hiding place.

You look nice dressed as Suzon but I wished I'd returned

with a real princess. They'd have been stunned.

Well, What's wrong?

This silence is strange. Where are they all?

Come on. Let's hasten.

I have to be back by dusk.

Let's go.

Halt!

Don't shoot.

Father!

Where were you?

Why did they shoot you?

Don't abandon the kids.

Father Dominique!

Tell them who you are.

They'd release you for sure.

- I don't want to. - Why?

I won't leave you. Keep it secret if you love me.

In line.

On your knees.

Rifles ready.

Halt! you may not pass!

Why's that sergeant? Can't we go to Le Havre?

You need a pass.

Fine.

So we'll wait until dawn.

I can sense you want to see me dance.

Cartouche!

Not a word.

I'll lead you out. Do as I say

and we'll leave quietly.

I knew you'd come.

- What are you...? - I told her.

I couldn't abandon him.

Let's go in line

and in silence. Come on, quickly.

Hurry up.

- Go. - Hasten.

- We're so thankful. - Fine. Hurry.

Clear off.

We want to stay with you.

Follow me.

Guards!

Lie down.

- Stop shooting. - We surrender.

Stop this.

Stop.

Lock them in.

Collect the arms and take the horses.

I'll never let you dance for another.

Take me with you.

Where to?

I don't care. I want to be with you.

It's no life for you.

You deserve better.

Go home.

Time will help you forget.

Why them and not me?

They lost everything. They have nothing to lose.

What do I have?

Tell me that you don't love me.

Tell me you can live without me. Then I'll leave.

Say it.

I don't love you, Juliette. I don't need you.

Know what? You're a real donkey.

He's right.

Let's go, little prince.

She's been in bed since you left but the fever rose.

Mr. d'Argenson's doctors came several times.

They don't understand it.

I must go see the Regent. I will come back later.

Take good care of her.

I love my sister.

What has made you so despairing?

Who did you so much harm?

Leave him alone.

What's wrong?

I don't know what's wrong. It's not the first time.

How can we help?

- I'm not sick. - You are. A little bit.

No.

I'm pregnant.

Who cares?

What will we do with this child anyway?

What will he become?

I don't want him to end up in an orphanage.

Our child?

Why didn't you tell me?

But...

Aren't you sleeping?

No.

I'm thinking of her too.

What is this?

- Don't tell me you... - I didn't steal it. I swear.

- She gave it to me in case. - In case what?

In case I'd be hungry.

Go ask her if you don't trust me.

Of course I trust you.

Here.

So, Marquis?

Been wenching?

Almost as good.

I drank all night with an employee of the Royal Bank.

This jerk told me

something incredible...

That could help you win your war

against the Regent.

Looting the Royal Bank? Go get some rest.

- Hold on. - Rest won't do.

- He needs a bloodletting. - Listen to me, goddammit!

Marquis heard that The Regent will hide the royal treasure

in Vaux le Vicomte. And Marquis knows the route.

- That's suicidal. - What next? The moon?

There won't be anything next.

Our adventure is about to end. Let finish off with panache.

Like in theatre.

If I have to die, it shall be in a final somersault.

This is it. Our last job.

But our best one.

We'll never win.

I chose to live as an outlaw, not to change the world.

I never forced anyone to think like me. You're free.

Who's out?

- So? - I didn't raise my hand.

Good.

Let's get ready.

Cartouche! Can I join you? I might be of help.

You're not alone anymore.

Be cautious.

I promise.

You heard him.

It's our last job.

After, we'll all be free.

Dismount.

Protect the gold.

Charge!

Kill him!

- Finish him! - Kill him.

Kill him.

Murderer.

- Scum. - Swine.

THE REGENT IS A PUPPET. THE PEOPLE PULL THE STRINGS.

I can't believe the Regent was about to get it all.

All this gold, just for us.

I'm about to believe in God.

Don't forget the rule.

Half for us, half for the destitute. OK, Lucky Charm?

You're the disgrace of the kingdom!

You dishonored your office and your rank.

Sir d'Argenson,

by your fault,

Cartouche escaped.

By your fault, paupers intended for the colonies fled.

By your fault, the royal treasure was plundered.

And we, as the young king, were scorned.

I served you body and soul

and with loyalty.

I did everything I could.

It's not enough!

You're deprived of your ministry.

And...

of your land,

properties,

businesses, shares.

All your personal belongings will be seized

to pay off the loss

caused by your incompetence.

You have two hours to leave this palace.

And alone.

I forbid you to marry Miss de La Reynie.

As for you, de La Reynie...

You shall no longer be knight.

I assume, however, that with such a bad commander,

fulfilling your mission wasn't easy.

Hence, you have permission

to stay in our ranks

as a lowly soldier.

Go.

You never loved me, did you?

Silence means consent.

I know for I love you.

- What's going on, sir? - Rejoice. You won't marry me.

I lost everything.

The Regent took everything from me:

my gold, my belongings, my dignity...

And the right to be loved by you.

I came to say goodbye.

Where's my brother?

Where's Nicolas?

Nicolas!

Thank you.

Did you see that, Marquis?

Nice, indeed.

Stay in line.

La Reynie is dead.

He shot himself in the head.

D'Argenson was dismissed.

And guess what?

Father Dubois took his place.

Our rich fellows are all looking for their gold in panic.

Stop pushing!

Calm down.

There's enough for everyone.

What are you up to?

- Want to rob them too? - It's just my share.

- Get lost. - I swear.

Or I'll cut you.

- It was just my share. - Out.

- It's me Cartouche! - Out.

Lucky Charm!

A nice young lady like you!

In a convent forever. It's not right.

It's the best thing that could happen to me.

You shouldn't have fallen in love with Cartouche!

Cartouche didn't corrupt my brother

and didn't prevent me from loving d'Argenson.

I never loved him.

It's fate, Suzon.

Fate wanted all this. There's no place for regret.

Still, it's a huge waste.

My friends...

We had decided to split and the time has come.

So...

Everyone should have their share. Be careful.

Never tell who you were.

And lay low for a while.

Spread the word. Good luck.

Think we'll meet again?

Who knows? Life's long.

We're heading to Spain.

There, our child will be free.

We'll call him Cartouche.

What if it's a girl?

It'll be Diane, then.

Melancholy is never good company.

Listen to your heart.

- It never failed. - Where are you heading?

I can afford to be the marquis I used to be.

Not afraid of suspicion?

No one remembers what happened at the hunting camp.

Or I'll say that Cartouche held me hostage.

- I'll miss you, Marquis. - Farewell, my friend.

I should be happy, Lucky Charm.

I kept my promise. We avenged them.

- My heart's still empty, though. - Your heart isn't empty,

but the truth scares you.

Juliette and you have more in common than you think.

I can't make her happy

with my life as an outlaw.

You could cross the border like Isabelle and Timour.

Her brother died because of me.

He did die, but you didn't kill him.

You spared him, even.

And disgraced him.

Love is forgiveness.

Plus, she may need you.

I heard she left Palais-Royal.

Where to? I don't know.

I know.

- Now you tell us! - You never asked.

It's a serious decision.

It will change your whole life.

I made my decision.

Is it your heart that leads you to God?

Or your sorrow?

My soul.

- Not your heart. - But it's the same thing.

Not completely.

Marrying God doesn't only require spirituality.

It demands love, a lot of love.

That I have.

Someone's asking for you.

- I don't want to see anyone. - I said so.

But I was given this for you.

- Where is he? - At the chapel.

- You know the rules. - I know.

Titou!

It's so good to see you.

- Got a message from Cartouche. - Not that loud.

- Be discreet. - He'll visit you at midnight.

- Not here. Not at the convent. - Should I tell him no, then?

No. He shall use the door in the yard behind the cloister.

I'll wait for him right here at midnight. Understood?

Take the ring. It's yours.

Go, Titou.

The nicer you'll be, the richer you'll get.

- What's up? Your wife came back? - It's not funny.

One guy from Cartouche's gang squealed on him for three coins.

They'll catch him. It makes me feel bad.

I didn't say no.

- For you, Smiley. - Thank you, my friend.

Scum!

No.

Die, bastard.

Guards.

Why did you do this?

He betrayed me. He deserved to die.

- I'm Cartouche. - You?

Look!

The Royal Bank's gold. It's me.

You should be gone to Cartouche's hiding place.

A man who pretends to be him surrendered.

Cartouche? Surrender?

It's odd, indeed. I saw him kill our informer.

I clapped him in irons.

I've never seen Cartouche. Maybe you have.

I'll follow you.

Leave us, Captain.

- You're not Cartouche. - You think so?

It's me, though.

No. I know him.

You're not him.

Fine.

We both know it, then.

But do your commanders know?

Don't trust the robe.

I am the Prime Minister.

The Regent is my only superior.

Even better, then.

No one will dare contradict you.

If you have my head,

I mean Cartouche's, it'll be a triumph.

The merits and all the rest.

Think about it.

You can send your troops to the hiding place

but how can you tell that he won't elude you again.

Three full garrisons

are hard to resist.

You might be strong and numerous but Cartouche is sly.

We'll catch him off-guard.

He never is.

He might even be gone.

With me, you're sure to win.

Why die in his place?

Who cares? I just want to.

We'll put you on the wheel tomorrow morning.

With a mask,

so that no one recognizes you.

Captain!

It's him.

Prepare the wheel on the Place de Grève.

The execution shall take place tomorrow.

Farewell, Cartouche.

Have a fair journey, brother.

I've never kneeled in a church!

I'm glad you're doing it with me.

Why did you come back here?

Where else could I go?

I lost everything

and everyone.

You saved my life twice, but I caused your brother's death.

He's responsible for his own misfortune.

I constantly fear for your life.

I love you, Cartouche.

I've always loved you.

It took you time to understand.

No.

It took me time to believe.

Please forgive me, Sister.

I have nothing to forgive you for.

Love isn't a sin. The opposite.

But you're both in danger. Run away while you still can.

God watches over you.

Look!

The boat.

So it's true. We're going to Québec?

To freedom, Titou.

Juliette de La Reynie,

I love you.

At last.

Translation: Frédéric Moreau TV5 Québec Canada