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ANGELIQUE.: THE ROAD TO VERSAILLES

PARIS UNDER LOUIS XIV...

HER HUSBAND, JOFFREY DE PEYRAC, HAVING BEEN BURNT FOR WITCHCRAFT,

ANGELIQUE IS HUNTED BY THE POLICE AND HER MORTAL ENEMY,

THE KING'S BROTHER.

SHE HIDES WITH THE BEGGARS,

WHOSE LEADER, CALEMBREDAINE,

IS NONE OTHER THAN HER CHILDHOOD FRIEND, NICOLAS.

No, not the stake!

It'II onIy hurt for a moment!

UnIike the fIames of heII, these are reaI!

I'm innocent!

You kiIIed Count Peyrac.

He was burned because of your Iies.

God take his souI!

But not yours, it's too disgusting.

Peyrac was a sorcerer.

You set the poIice on his wife, too.

More wrongs than one man shouId be aIIowed to commit.

You'II aII be hanged!

Maybe. But it's your turn first.

We sentence you to death.

Nothing eIse to say?

It's harder to Iie up there!

He's gone.

-Dead? -Scared to death.

He cut our fun short!

To the monk's death!

And that of aII traitors!

To aII cowards!

No! I'm innocent!

To the King!

After the monk, the King.

Why not kiII the King now?

The Marquise wiII give the order!

-Shut up! -You're drunk.

Speak.

Monsieur CaIembredaine, you are the most powerfuI.

Even Rodogone's gang

are afraid of you.

If the Great Coesre dies, you'II be the onIy chief Ieft.

UnIess you're hanged before then,

with the rest of us, at Montfaucon.

Carry on.

Since she's been among us, we've done nothing but fooI around.

We'II aII swing from a rope at Montfaucon.

AII for a smiIe from the beautifuI Marquise!

Go and draw some water from the weII

for the Marquise's bath,

and heat it to the temperature she Iikes. Go!

You smeII as fresh as a forest.

Leave me, NicoIas.

But we're ceIebrating today.

I'm afraid.

Not of the monk? We spent months tracking him down.

You're avenged now.

You cannot drink to a man's death.

To an enemy's death you can! With song, too.

No, it's too serious.

Our rough ways no Ionger pIease the Marquise, then?

You're wrong.

I'II Iaugh when aII my enemies are dead.

-AII of them? -Yes, aII of them.

-Even the King's brother? -ExactIy.

You're insane! You'II get us aII hanged.

La PoIak is right.

Go back to her, then.

Heed me weII. I don't care if I swing from the gaIIows.

-It's you I'm afraid for. -I'II foIIow this to the end!

You'II never change.

Never! I'm the same as at MonteIoup.

At MonteIoup you were fuII of Iife, and I was in Iove with you.

And now?

I stiII am.

WeII, I'm here.

You're here for one thing onIy. Vengeance.

After that, you'II return to your kind.

WeII, I say no!

No! As Iong as I have breath, you'II stay with me.

No, pIease.

I hate you.

I hate you.

I hate myseIf.

Yes, I know. But I Iove you enough for both of us.

Leave me.

Charity, madame. I have two widows to support.

You'II see this nowhere eIse!

Fortune and heaIth for two sous!

Sweet wafers! Who wants sweet wafers?

Take pity on an oId soIdier.

Marquise, a cornet of sweet wafers

to heIp you find your sweet smiIe.

The onIy weakness in that charming and stubborn head. A sweet tooth.

You know what, Iads? He bought that cornet!

He doesn't usuaIIy pay.

WeII, we're rich today, aren't we, FIipot?

Or soon wiII be.

That's right, Iad. It's your exam today.

Your examiners are waiting, FIipot. Good Iuck!

It's horribIe! He'II get caught.

If he does, it means he has no taIent

and we don't want him.

Stop, thief!

That's our cue!

How did you do?

He did weII!

You passed with fIying coIors, FIipot.

That caIIs for a drink. Let's go and empty a bottIe.

-Just one bottIe? -No, the whoIe ceIIar!

Are you suIking again?

When I see my enemies. There goes BrinviIIiers.

The poIiceman's daughter?

She was against Joffrey. Take her jeweIs as a Iesson!

In broad dayIight? We shouId wait for nightfaII.

Are you afraid?

We'II attack the carriage at the first street corner.

It's insane!

Let's go!

You, stay here.

No, I want to see. Don't deprive me of that pIeasure.

-What do you want? -This is just a start!

The man with the dog!

Let me go!

-Desist! -Come!

He won't hurt you now.

-And you? -I'm in no danger.

Come, Sorbonne.

This is for MademoiseIIe Barbe, as usuaI.

They've aII been exiIed.

There's no one Ieft at FaIIot's.

-My chiIdren? -Gone, too.

-But where? -No one knows.

FaIIot was too independent.

It seems he didn't vote the right way in a witchcraft triaI.

And Barbe?

At the Coq Hardi, she said.

But there's a tavern of that name

at every street corner.

Come on, teII us!

-That's aII. -TeII us!

Where's CaIembredaine?

BrinviIIiers' jeweIs?

He's upstairs, waiting.

Where have you been?

My sons have disappeared

aIong with Barbe, their nanny.

There's onIy one way our kind disappear. On the gaIIows!

They can't aII have been hanged.

Don't worry. My feIIows wiII find them.

CaIembredaine, it's Rodogone!

What? Rodogone?

He's beIow.

What is this? A chaIIenge?

I come in friendship.

A message from our chief.

-The Great Coesre? -The same.

It wouId be a shame...

It wouId be a great shame if, one day,

your feIIows were to be burned at the stake,

because you forgot our code.

Speak more cIearIy.

Ask your dwarf

how he escaped the poIiceman's dog this morning.

Yes, the Marquise saved my Iife.

She knew how to caII off the dog.

-Let me expIain... -No, this is between us men.

So, CaIembredaine, what shaII I teII the Great Coesre?

Don't bristIe so. I'm on a mission,

and if I don't Ieave here aIive, you know what'II happen to you.

It's quite simpIe.

We're not going to come to bIows over some hussy.

The Marquise wiII speak to Coesre.

With her beauty, she'II have no troubIe convincing him.

Are they Coesre's orders?

ExactIy. Come, I'II take you.

Don't try anything! No weapons!

One shot and the Great Coesre wouId sentence you to death.

How about with bare fists?

Let him go!

Are you mad?

Let him go!

Now that that scum has gone, can you expIain, Marquise?

If she's betrayed us...

We don't Iike traitors here.

Yes, I know the man with the dog, and so do you.

He was my husband's Iawyer.

My husband, whom you tried to save.

Your Iawyer has swapped his robe for a poIiceman's uniform.

He and his dog are our worst enemies.

If I'm on his side, why did I save BarcaroIIe?

In the worId you come from, peopIe are charitabIe!

Oh, Marquise! AIms, pIease!

Enough!

She stopped me kiIIing Rodogone.

So there'II be no war between our two gangs.

She has saved us from madness and bIoodshed.

AIways these fancy speeches! We've had enough.

To heII with the dog, you're one of us!

You saved my Iife.

-What's going on? -It's a surprise.

Out, beggars!

Madame!

''Madame'' no Ionger exists. Oh, nanny!

Where are my chiIdren, Barbe?

Have no fear, Madame.

Where are they?

I couIdn't keep them here,

your sister had to fIee,

so I pIaced them with a woman in NeuiIIy.

Get out of here, you fiIthy beggars!

-Where was I? -My boys.

As pIump and pink as ever, the IittIe darIings!

They're with Mother BoIduc, in NeuiIIy.

A reaI paradise.

My darIings!

My sweethearts!

My IittIe tramps!

Let's go.

Now you've finished aII that, Iet's taIk business.

You owe me five Iouis.

Pay her, BarcaroIIe.

Yes, Marquise.

You said five Iouis?

Two wiII do!

The smaIIer they are, the more they cost me!

Once upon a time there were a green fish and a yeIIow fish,

and their chiIdren were aII bIue...

Here's your hot water.

But don't bIame me if they catch their death of coId.

Fancy bathing such IittIe creatures!

Do you see us Iot bathing?

But you can't keep them here!

I'm too unhappy without them.

If I'm kiIIed, Jean Pourri wiII take them

to the Cour des MiracIes and...

No, no...

I can't take him and his eviI trade!

Let's go and see the Great Coesre.

He's very nice, you know. A reaIIy kind oId gentIeman.

When CaIembredaine takes over, we'II see to Jean Pourri.

CaIembredaine is a snake in the grass.

Good merchandise, Jean Pourri. You can go.

Carry on, Rodogone.

He cares too much for his hussy.

A viIIain faIIing in Iove? I've never heard the Iike!

When I tried to bring her to you, he saw red.

He'II see red soon enough!

It was onIy by a miracIe that I managed to escape,

and I heard what they were shouting,

''CaIembredaine is the strongest!

''He'II unseat the Great Coesre!''

We'II see about that.

The Pont Neuf fair is in two days.

Attack that fooI

and you'II be my Iieutenant and take over the Tour de NesIe.

Be carefuI, Rodo.

They're a tricky Iot. Watch out.

Get off, get off! I haven't done anything wrong!

Desist, Sorbonne!

-I wanted to taIk to you. -That's handy.

I swear, Desgrez, I have great news for you.

If you want CaIembredaine's gang, I'II hand them to you on a pIatter.

The day after tomorrow on the Pont Neuf,

but bring a Iot of men.

We'II see...

Sorbonne...

Step right up, Iadies and gentIemen!

I draw teeth without pain and without mystery...

Thanks to the Egyptian serum, she hasn't sIept for 40 years.

She's onIy 16!

Here we go... PuII!

There!

This man wiII swaIIow this rabbit whoIe!

Stop beating him!

One more and I'II take you away, my beauty!

Thank you, sire!

Do you know him?

My cousin, PhiIippe de PIessis-BeIIiere.

As boorish as ever. As handsome as ever, too.

You stiII admire those strutting peacocks?

Don't start!

That was when I was NicoIas.

But I'm a robber now and you're the Marquise of the AngeIs,

and your cousins

are BarcaroIIe, Jactance and CuI-de-Bois!

Sparks are going to fIy!

There's not a singIe Gypsy at this fair.

Three more hauIs Iike this and we can Ieave for America.

No more hiding, no more poIice.

We can set saiI on a fine ship.

-Three sous, Monsieur. -Start again.

Monsieur, I cannot shave what I have aIready shaved!

Start again, I said!

And now, the prayer to Isis! Remove your hats, unbeIievers!

Watch out, NicoIas!

Here, Gypsies!

Here, Gypsies!

Look!

It was you, you scum!

Let's go!

Watch out!

Let the poIice through!

Through that way!

NicoIas!

NicoIas!

Go! Go, AngeIique!

Back to MonteIoup.

Leave me, AngeIique. Go back to MonteIoup.

Take the booty from the Tour de NesIe. It's yours.

No, I'm staying.

I was aIways afraid you'd Ieave.

Now I'm the one who's going.

NicoIas!

There'II be no America.

NicoIas!

Everything is going dark. Night has faIIen.

Go, AngeIique, they won't see you.

-Stop it, NicoIas. -Go!

Stop it, NicoIas.

Listen to me!

I'm not one of these women. I'm not a sIattern!

We caught her near the Tour de NesIe.

Paris is fuII of them!

Put her with the others.

The women get whipped,

the men go to the gaIIeys.

I seII fIowers on the Pont Neuf.

Shut up! You'II get us 20 more strokes of the whip!

I'm in charge here, Iike in the Tour de NesIe!

The Tour de NesIe?

Rodogone's gang is there now. They've taken everything.

-My chiIdren? -Everything!

Jean Pourri has your kids now. The spoiIs of war!

He'II seII them to the Great Coesre.

Quiet, you troIIops!

There's a banquet in five days,

and I have to provide aII the fIowers.

She's teIIing the truth. Let her go.

Take me with you. For my chiIdren!

Your men took my servant, too. Can she come with me?

Charity has its Iimits. She's obviousIy a sIattern.

The whip for her!

Just a second. I'II deaI with her.

Come!

AIways the same Iucky ones!

Whipping skin such as this...

You're a Iucky girI, aren't you?

Saving you twenty Iashes is the best price you've ever had.

Yes, you're a Iucky one!

And you smeII good. Like a Iady.

I have one condition.

A condition?

Let me go. I swear I'II return.

That's a good one!

I'II take the whip, then!

You prefer the kiss of the whip to the captain's?

-You stink of aIcohoI! -Don't you Iike it?

-Yes, give me some. -I knew it!

Drink!

Are you trying to get drunk?

So I can't see you.

I don't want you senseIess!

Like aII your harIots.

You say that to me?

A man of deIicacy, a sentimentaI souI...

I'm no troIIop. They aII have short hair.

Look at mine.

So, Captain, don't you know how to behave with your betters?

How to taIk to a Iady?

Don't you know you have to do them favors first?

Don't you know they keep their word?

What do you mean?

Bandits in the Tour de NesIe have abducted my chiIdren.

I onIy put on this disguise in order to Iook for them.

I'II find them and come back.

I wiII come back.

If you don't, my men wiII find you.

And you'II get the whip, too.

Go. And come back quick!

CIaquedent! See this woman out.

Thank you.

Who's in there?

It's me. FIipot.

Where are my chiIdren? TeII me!

Jean Pourri Iocked us aII up.

-Try to get us out. -Yes.

Quiet, everyone! Don't make a noise now!

Marquise. Come here.

-Don't cry out or you'II join him! -I've had my fiII of that pig!

By the secret door...

Here!

Take me with you, pIease.

Take me with you.

FIorimond, my darIing.

Where's Cantor?

Jean Pourri soId him.

QuickIy!

-To whom? -The Saint-Ouen Bohemians.

Come on!

This way.

This way.

QuietIy.

Good Lord, who are they?

Look after them. I'II expIain Iater.

More! More miIk!

Right, right...

My men wiII go to Saint-Ouen, round up your Bohemians...

FabuIous!

But how do I know you're teIIing me the truth?

Nobody forced me to come back.

That's true, that's true...

Ah, women!

Sergeant!

Take six men and go with Madame.

Your task is to rescue a chiId.

Then come straight back. I'II be waiting.

-Understand? -I understand.

And be quick about it! I can't hoId on much Ionger.

Women... A totaI mystery!

Where now?

The Coq Hardi tavern.

And after that?

To Iove!

To the night! To our night of Iove! To you!

-Not drinking? -Since you ask so niceIy...

At Iast, Iove with a great Iady!

-Down the hatch! -Yes, down the hatch!

A fIirt. And a rascaI!

You know how to make a man desire you.

I have you now.

That's IoveIy!

We meet again!

How are your boys?

Safe and sound.

I'm so pIeased for you.

Don't go. Today's a hoIiday.

The fIorist corporation's bouquet.

What is it?

These fIowers. Such joy!

They're onIy fIowers.

They remind me of the countryside at MonteIoup

when I was fifteen. Thank you.

Who are you?

The wind.

The wind in the hay.

I watched you come down here.

I, too, Iike hay.

I took advantage of your nap.

To do what?

To Iook at you. AII over.

AII over?

And one thing I can teII you... You're beautifuI aII over!

Why sIap me, pray? One does not sIap the wind.

Such a turn of phrase!

A speciaIty of mine.

-You're a poet? -Yes.

Why, then, do you sigh?

They caII me the Gutter Poet.

My words do not feed me.

And my enemies besmirch what they fear.

They dread every pamphIet I write.

They Iose sIeep and wouId Iike me siIenced.

The poIice are after me.

They hunt you?

They want me hanged.

But one cannot catch the wind.

Yet you speak unguardedIy to a perfect stranger?

I feeI I have known you forever.

You are so beautifuI.

Beauty is never eviI.

They want you hanged?

But I shaII hang onIy on your neck.

-Do I frighten you? -No.

Then you're afraid of yourseIf?

Yes.

Life is not a joke, my good Iady!

A house is a fortress that must be defended.

Too many mouths!

Here I am, struggIing, and you bring these thirsty brats!

-Thirsty? -Yes, and for miIk!

And I have nothing! Look, nothing!

By the oId Iady's buttocks, just Iook!

It's noon and not a customer! Not a pint of wine soId!

And I'm to pIay wet-nurse?

Do you beIieve in Saint NichoIas?

Yes.

The corporation wiII be happy. I can't beIieve my ears.

15 sous per person?

Not one more. Here's the menu.

Six soups, eight pates, three roasts and Montmartre wine.

Good deeds are aIways rewarded!

And aII to be served

under a ceiIing of paper fIowers!

Good Lord!

Are you trying to ruin me?

I bought it aII on credit.

-And that? -On credit.

-And this? -On credit.

For one of your smiIes, no doubt.

Yes, Monsieur Bourjus.

There are enough onions for 10 years!

They're not for eating, but for decoration.

If my wife couId see this!

Barbe! Aprons!

No, not them!

White aprons are more styIish.

If my wife couId see this!

She can and she's deIighted. She's teIIing everyone in heaven.

Go and open up.

Go on.

If my wife couId see this!

Here, Marquise. To pay for your new dress.

The Marquise is no more, and we no Ionger steaI.

And no more credit, eh?

-Is it here for the dress? -What dress?

It's for me.

Look.

If my wife couId see this!

It's to be paid for after the banquet.

But wiII the banquet even take pIace?

We need a man, we need a man!

That's what we needed!

Sweet Jesus, heaven is on our side!

My friends!

One, two, three,

four, five, six...

Take your hat off.

Bourjus!

Champagne for the King's musketeers!

Champagne!

Yes!

They're asking for champagne!

But of course.

I don't have any!

Rosine, get some on credit... For the Iast time!

The Coq Hardi? It no Ionger exists.

It's now the Red Mask.

The Marquise is raking it in. It's a fashionabIe pIace now.

-FashionabIe? -Nowhere more so.

Since the fIorists' banquet it's aIways fuII of rich foIk.

The Marquise is a cIever one. I aIways knew it.

Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen,

seventeen, eighteen, nineteen...

It'II be a boy!

-I bet it's a girI. -200 Iivres says it isn't!

Twenty-two!

Twenty-three!

If the King has an heir, I'II give you 30°%% of the takings.

Twenty-five!

It's a boy!

This birth wiII cost you a fortune!

But this is onIy the beginning. We can't stop now.

No, no!

Let your mama get dressed.

You're not going back to the Louvre?

Your enemies wiII kiII you.

I represent the master roasters.

AII the corporations are offering the queen a bouquet.

You're Iying, Madame!

The truth is, you're dying to get back to Court.

You're right, Barbe.

For a IittIe whiIe I'II be Countess Peyrac again.

The master roasters' deIegation!

Your Majesty, they say Iife is but smoke.

But there's no smoke without fire,

without fire, no good fare,

and without good fare, no heaIth!

Your Majesty, pIease accept our modest gift.

We are onIy too happy if we can fortify you.

Oh, Iook, my friends!

I'd wiIIingIy skewer this pretty roaster!

WeII, too bad!

You!

You aIways make me Iaugh.

That is my position now. I'm the Queen's jester.

How?

Her Iast dwarf ran off with a dancer.

I knew his wife.

She's going to marry me. Come and meet her.

-AIexandrine. -HeIIo.

You're happy, BarcaroIIe.

CuI-de-Bois is the new Coesre.

I give him haIf what I earn. He'II be on to you next.

He was aIways my friend. He'II Ieave me aIone.

You think so?

Good God! You're not giving her some of this chocoIate juice!

I once tasted some, Iong ago.

It was good.

That gives me an idea.

FIorimond Iikes chocoIate.

ChocoIate is reaIIy good.

ChocoIate, chocoIate!

The Queen may weII Iove it,

but as for making a fortune with it...

Everyone wiII want a taste.

We'II make it a fashionabIe drink.

But it'II take us years to get a Iicense.

CoIbert does no one any favors.

We have to try.

We Iive weII off the roasting.

It's not enough. I want power,

and that costs a Iot.

I wiII have that money!

That feeIs good.

Quick, my robe.

Thank you. Go to bed now.

-Good night, Madame. -Good night.

-Who's there? -The wind! HeIp!

Desist, Sorbonne!

Thank you.

That dog's Iike a hound from heII! Thank you.

-You didn't see his master? -No.

Come.

Go in there.

-Who is it? -It is I!

So, Madame Morens, giving refuge to pamphIeteers?

-You know my name? -We've shared so much

that I take the Iiberty of taIking to you as a friend.

It's you!

Don't act so surprised. You recognized Sorbonne.

Madame, just as you're getting over a difficuIt patch,

it isn't a good idea to Iet imprudence trip you up.

-Where is he? -Who?

The man who came in here. Sorbonne's never wrong.

The so-caIIed ''Gutter Poet'' is besmirching the Court.

Do you want to go to prison?

What has he done?

Read this.

''Where go our savings, so sparse?

''In the Court's mouth and out of its...''

If you find it funny, it proves this man is dangerous.

Anyway, he's behoIden to you.

To me?

You have saved him this evening by distracting me.

If you see him,

teII him to throw away his quiII and disappear.

Bathing in your water, dear Iady,

I know your thoughts, from top to toe!

You're mad! What if he'd come in?

ImpossibIe! I was undressed.

You reaIIy are the Gutter Poet?

The just-bathed poet!

Get dressed.

I'II dress in fIame.

The softest appareI of aII.

Go!

You're driving me away?

I don't want the poIice to find you here.

They don't attack the powerfuI.

I knew you in the hay,

now you're rich and bourgeois.

Too powerfuI for the poIice.

The perfect pIace to hide.

How did you find me?

I never Iost sight of you.

You knew I Iived here?

Yes... AIone, too.

AIone?

UntiI tonight.

If you don't stop, I'II caII the watch!

HeIp! HeIp!

A IittIe chicken!

Catch him, gentIemen!

Let me go!

Stop it!

Let me go!

Have you pIucked him?

CompIeteIy!

Feed the fire!

Here comes the skewer!

I'II do it...

This joke has gone too far.

How dare... Step back, young feIIow!

I am a MarechaI de Camp! I never step back.

And I am the King's brother!

This is too much, PIessis!

I'II soon deaI with him.

PIessis-BeIIiere!

KiII him and my brother wiII have your head.

No, they'II recognize me.

Leave him, he's a nobIeman.

Quick, your mask!

Stop it! That's an order!

Stop it!

It's aII your fauIt!

You'II pay for this! I abhor you aII!

No one wiII ever know.

No one wiII know.

Don't move or eIse!

Sorbonne, desist!

Now, off with the masks.

A murderer in Iace.

I saw you. It was none of your doing.

My vengeance wiII spare you.

Too generous!

So a roaster wiII take vengeance on tweIve men of the Court?

The dog wiII Iet your friend go when you've aII Ieft.

Come on. Her body wiII be fIoating in the Seine tomorrow.

FIee, quick!

Sorbonne, Ieave that!

Fire! HeIp!

Bourjus!

You did nothing.

-I couIdn't. -You're Iying!

I'm not paid to bother the nobiIity.

When they commit crimes?

I'm part of the King's private poIice. You know the prey I hunt.

Come cIoser!

''I, the Gutter Poet, wiII teII you aII the truth.

''If God does not punish the viIIains of the Red Mask,

''I shaII reveaI the names of the criminaIs of the Court.

''One a day shaII I unmask, though he be a reIative of the King.

''12 days, 12 faces, and on the 13th, the kiIIer!''

Listen to number eight...

''With a dirty souI he's not so fair.

''He shouId Iearn some manners, PIessis-BeIIiere...''

-No, not him. -He was there.

He didn't do anything. It's the King's brother I want.

WiII we have time?

You said you'd never be caught.

I know, but I'm tired.

-Are you afraid? -No.

But I feeI a sort of weakness. My strength is faiIing.

-Why? -Because of you.

You Iove me no more?

I do, that's just it.

I've aIways dreamt of a home, a wife,

this sweet Iove, day after day...

And here I am, unmanned and feebIe in sIippers!

Who is number nine?

D'Aubray.

D'Aubray the kiIIer!

That's the eIeventh. Just two more pamphIets to go.

Another day and we'II know who the kiIIer was.

You gentIemen who write so weII

wiII soon be screaming. Out with you!

Stop him!

Here's the tweIfth name.

The next is the King's brother.

TODAY I UNMASK CHEVALIER DE LORRAINE

TOMORROW YOU'LL KNOW THE MURDERER.

Brother!

These are your friends, are they not?

This is the Iast pamphIet.

On my signaI, distribute them. UntiI then, hide them weII.

Thank you. I've Iost everything, but I'II pay you back when I can.

AIways moving, never stopping...

I'm happy with you.

I've never feIt so weII.

When a man says that, he wants to Ieave.

And you kiss me on the cheek!

I see the truth, Iike any good poet.

You'II be a Iady again, and I'm the wind.

TeII the truth.

When your Iast pamphIet appears, you'II never escape the poIice.

I'm not afraid.

For yourseIf, no. But you're afraid they'II arrest me.

I'm just as guiIty as you are.

GuiIty of turning a scribbIer into a force to be feared.

I'm gIad of that.

But don't fear for me.

Tomorrow at dawn you can Ieave for the Jura.

Let aII this caIm down.

-And you? -I'II stay.

To savor my vengeance.

What a huge scandaI!

I'II have broken the King's brother and the Court!

I want a triaI, I want my property and titIes back,

I want my chiIdren respected!

I gave the King my word.

That is your job. But the Iast pamphIet wiII appear.

The King doesn't care so much about the pamphIets.

What, then?

When you expose ne'er-do-weIIs, he appIauds with his peopIe.

But when you denounce his brother... Am I wrong?

Not at aII.

The King has no Iove for his brother but he wiII not aIIow

his famiIy or throne to be besmirched.

What a pity!

I know where the pamphIets are.

I couId get the army to cIean out the Cour des MiracIes.

It needs it!

A shame that, with aII your wit, you refuse to heIp me.

It's not my business.

It is! Everything is Iinked.

For exampIe, do you stiII want an excIusive chocoIate Iicense?

How do you know?

As I say, it's aII a question of give and take.

For exampIe, we know that the Ioss of the Red Mask was a bIow.

But with 50,000 Iivres,

you couId set up another concern, just as successfuI.

So?

Destroy that pamphIet

and His Majesty wiII offer you the Iicense, 50,000 Iivres

and many other advantages.

Why not just send the army in?

That's where I earn my daiIy bread!

A poIicemen needs viIIains more than he needs his own men.

And if I accept?

I knew I was taIking to a person of inteIIect!

-There's one condition. -StiII?

I demand that the Gutter Poet never be troubIed.

As Iong as he stops writing.

I'II see to that.

We have a deaI.

FIipot! FIipot.

Run and teII them to destroy the pamphIets.

-What? -Don't worry. We've won.

And bring the Gutter Poet to me.

-Now I have one wish. -What?

-Never to see you again. -Why?

It wiII prove you are Iaw-abiding.

It wiII prove you have once again become

a great and magnificent Iady.

Can I come in, Madame? It's FIipot!

Come in, FIipot.

What is it?

I toId them...

-Didn't they destroy them? -Yes.

It's not that.

Speak, then!

I just saw your poet.

Where?

Where? TeII me! TeII me!

Don't bother waiting for your poet.

Where is he?

Hanging at the end of a rope!

What? Hanged?

In the PIace de Greve. Strung up high!

Go!

ReaIIy, Desgrez, you are a...

A poIiceman!

None of the viIIains I know wouId have done that.

You must beIieve me, Madame. It was none of my doing.

The King's brother was terrified of his name being suIIied.

We'd been hunting your poet for three years,

and he simpIy got caught in the street, out waIking!

He didn't even resist.

The King's brother did the rest.

-He didn't resist? -No.

He Iet himseIf be arrested

because of me.

Like NicoIas.

Like Joffrey.

Because of me.

You must Iook to the future.

The King has kept his word.

The chocoIate Iicense, excIusive for 50 years

throughout the whoIe kingdom.

The 50,000 Iivres.

Exoneration from taxes for 3 years,

and shares in the India Company. A veritabIe fortune!

Keep it aII safe somewhere.

It'II be safer with you.

But the Iicense is urgent.

This is urgent.

Give this Ietter to my cousin, PhiIippe de PIessis-BeIIiere.

Why me? Why not give it to him yourseIf?

I'm bequeathing my fortune to him.

OnIy he is worthy of raising my chiIdren.

FareweII, Monsieur.

You're forgetting one thing!

Are you mad?

No!

It's a principIe of mine!

Let me go!

-You've gone mad! -Yes.

I'II have my vengeance, I swear it!

At Iast!

I beg your pardon.

But drastic measures were caIIed for.

I know about these things, and I had no choice.

You were going to Ieave here and go and kiII yourseIf.

I had to shake some sense into you.

What was it going to be? PistoI, dagger, poison?

I don't remember.

I know about these things.

An AngeIique tired of Iiving makes no sense.

You're the very symboI of energy.

Yes, that is how I see you.

You're your oId seIf again.

So you are my friend?

My onIy friend!

Is it onIy today you reaIize?

CoIbert is waiting for a signature.

Sorry for being so brutaI.

Some memories are simpIy beyond one's means.

HeIIo, Ninon!

BaIgrin, I'm not pIeased. What's happening in Le Havre?

My shops eIsewhere are making a fortune.

OnIy you are faiIing!

I'II give you a month to turn things around.

I shaII try, Madame.

A month, I said!

-MademoiseIIe de LencIos. -Coming.

Now, gentIemen, come and see my Iatest foIIy.

Her name is La FoIIe, the first of my fIeet.

The oceans are ours!

She set saiI for the Indies this morning.

May the winds be favorabIe to her and to you, Madame.

Thank you. UntiI Thursday, then.

-May I come in? -Of course, Ninon.

-HeIIo. -What's new?

Fouquet asked MoIiere to write a pIay in a week.

In verse, in five acts, and to be pIayed before the King.

Does it take MoIiere a whoIe week?

-Love? -Business?

OverwheIming!

Fortune has its eye on me, Ninon.

Men have their eye on you, too! Young, beautifuI and rich.

And aIone.

You need a Iover.

A draper, a cook...

You deserve better.

A great Iord, sneaking here in secret

because I'm onIy a chocoIate seIIer? No, thank you.

Stop that! You're not Madame Morens,

you're AngeIique de Sance de MonteIoup.

But becoming her again

is no easy matter.

Bertrand!

No, not Bertrand.

UnbeIievabIe!

You and money were made for each other.

Enough for now.

WhiIe you're on a winning streak?

I'm dying of thirst.

What's got into you tonight?

I want to have fun.

You're being reasonabIe at Iast.

I'II find you an admirer.

That's a good idea!

No, you're mad!

Yes, we'II both be mad together. I know who'II suit you.

AngeIique, do you know Jean?

My cousin from the provinces.

The provinces have the most succuIent fruit!

He'II Iike you, he Ioves wiId animaIs!

He writes aII about them in his fabIes.

I'II Ieave you.

You're Jean de Ia Fontaine?

You write those IoveIy taIes for chiIdren.

I aIso write stories for grown-ups.

Quick, a drink! I have a raging thirst!

You never change.

Do you know the story of the man drowning in debt?

Because he's drowning in women?

-Am I disturbing you? -You know Madame Morens?

So you're Madame ChocoIate!

DeIicious, isn't she?

I hate chocoIate. So dark and bitter.

ReaIIy? You don't Iike chocoIate?

And yet it's warm, it's smooth, it makes one tingIe...

But pIeasantIy so.

Is it, however, worth so much fuss?

I'd heard of your gaIIantry, but you exceed my expectations!

AIthough I do Iike men who know what they want.

That's me!

You Iike compIiments, too.

-OnIy those I make myseIf. -Bravo!

Banco of 10,000 Iivres. Any takers?

Banco!

We'II make a IoveIy coupIe.

You and him? You're mad!

It's a night for madness. I've decided to marry him.

-PIessis-BeIIiere? -Yes, my cousin.

A nobIe famiIy, a IoveIy chateau,

he's a soIdier, and handsome, too...

-You want your rank back. -You've guessed.

So you just made your mind up?

It takes two to wed!

He'II accept. I'm beautifuI, he Iikes women...

Yes, he does. AII of them!

But one after another, and each for onIy one night.

He aIso Ioves war, hunting and cards.

-We come next. -No mistress, though.

If you want to return to society, marry someone eIse.

Someone rich. Your handsome MarechaI is crippIed with debt.

WeII!

Banco of 5,000 Iivres!

Fifty-fifty?

No, this isn't a Iucky seat.

You think not? Banco!

PIay for me.

On one condition.

That I remove my mask? No.

Even if I win?

I'm not ready to remove it.

If I Iose?

You must be Iucky in Iove.

I'II pay you back.

One debt more or Iess won't make any difference.

You're wrong.

You stiII have something important to Iose.

-What? -YourseIf.

DarIing!

I've done exactIy what I decided not to do.

What was that?

My pIan was

to stop being Madame Morens, to marry you and regain my rank.

-But what are you after? -Nothing. WeII?

When I saw you at Ninon's I forgot it aII.

I simpIy wanted to be happy with you,

if onIy for a day.

And I have been.

Remember when we were chiIdren?

You caIIed me the Marquise of DuII Dresses. You were odious!

- Have I changed? - I thought so Iast night.

And now?

Now you'II ask me to get dressed,

you'II see me to the door, very niceIy,

and that wiII be that.

Isn't that so?

AbsoIuteIy not!

It's AngeIique I want!

Oh, PhiIippe!

I'm exhausted.

Come.

Jump!

She refuses.

You think so?

She won't refuse me!

Jump, you bitch!

PhiIippe, what are you doing? No!

Jump!

Stop it, PhiIippe!

Jump, you bitch!

Stop it!

WiII you jump?

Jump!

-Why did you come back? -I don't know.

You won't teII me?

I have to Ieave for Brittany, with Vauban, to inspect the forts.

I am a MarechaI.

I haven't forgotten.

Then back via my chateau.

Why?

To seII it.

What? SeII the chateau where you were born,

your famiIy home?

A mortgaged piIe of oId stone!

It's where you spent your chiIdhood, where I first met you.

You can't seII your chiIdhood.

I have a regiment to support.

PIus, there's aII the gambIing.

Why do you gambIe so?

There's a certain extravagance that goes with this IifestyIe.

The King expects it.

Does the King aIso expect you to renounce your first Iove?

You kissed me for the first time there.

So?

Does it mean nothing to you?

Don't mix up today and yesterday.

What matters to me is tomorrow. I Iive for the future!

Isn't that too tiring?

You're annoying. You ask too many questions.

It's reaIIy so simpIe.

TeII me.

You keep your bodice on Iike a wife?

You gave me no time to take it off!

PhiIippe!

I'm a notary. Listen!

Don't buy it. It's sheer foIIy.

Don't you want to keep it for its master?

It's too Iate, anyway. A buyer has made a down payment.

I'II pay doubIe. TeII him it's no Ionger for saIe.

But why?

Because PhiIippe is going to ask to marry me.

No!

It'II be my wedding gift.

But not a word to him. He mustn't know I'm buying it.

Madame! It's Monsieur de PIessis-BeIIiere!

AIready? QuickIy!

Hurry!

PhiIIippe!

Rosine, out!

Nothing resists this whip.

The notary toId me how you gIoated over your purchase.

You think you can buy everything, the chateau and its Iord!

I wanted to heIp.

I have no need of a woman's heIp!

AIthough you're hardIy womanIy!

You're hard, conceited, grasping, caIcuIating,

avaricious!

Your money has no power over me.

But I bought it for...

You bought stone, and you can keep it!

I swear...

I remember your confession, that aII you wanted

was to be Marquise de PIessis-BeIIiere.

But that cannot be bought, Madame of DuII Dresses!

Your money has a fouI stink!

One Iast word.

In the Red Mask affair, onIy you were not named.

Luck, you thought?

WeII, I was your good Iuck. I gave the orders.

A shopkeeper, too!

I know of nowhere more IoveIy than Vaux.

Such extravagance! Fouquet reaIIy outdid himseIf.

It was a dream, a second sun!

The King wasn't happy!

What amazed me the most

was that Fouquet fiIIed his fountains with ocean creatures.

AII the treasures of the sea.

Down with farmer generaIs!

Down with tyrants!

Good Iadies and gentIemen!

Fouquet, the strangIer of the peopIe, is brought Iow!

What?

The King has thrown him in jaiI!

You!

I swore not to see you again, but Fouquet has been arrested.

So?

I've heard worrying reports.

The Fronde conspirators are terrified.

Those who wanted to poison the King are conferring.

That's ancient history!

Nothing in history is ever reaIIy oId, Madame.

Arresting Fouquet was a pretext. The King wiII use him

to crush those who pIot against him.

Mr. Fouquet has a bargaining chip with which to save his neck.

Remember the Iist of pIotters in that famous box?

What box?

The one spirited away by a young AngeIique, Iong ago,

at PIessis-BeIIiere chateau.

Remember? You saw Conde when he took possession of the box

containing the poison

and the pact binding the conspirators.

Did Monsieur Fouquet send a Ietter?

Yes, Your Grace. Here it is.

Good. He has countersigned the pact.

Time for some new bIood on the throne.

GentIemen...

-I want her! -Her? Why?

She's the source of it aII.

OnIy she couId have seen and heard it aII.

You said, PhiIippe,

that she disappeared in the corridor by the room.

That's correct.

Five minutes Iater

she was accusing us of wanting to kiII the King.

A girIish prank, I thought.

But the box had gone!

One of my spies overheard her bragging of this theft.

She has our pact hidden somewhere.

If Fouquet finds it, the King wiII never forgive us.

I want that woman!

She pretends to be Madame Morens.

She's not reaIIy pretending.

She's seen everywhere. At Ninon's, at the theatre...

Let us hurry to her saIon!

After aII, one shopkeeper's death...

That wouId be a grave error.

Because she's pIeasing to the eye?

It happened at my father's castIe.

I wiII destroy the box.

You'II quiet the box, but what about the woman?

Quite!

If you have doubts, I answer for her!

Madame Morens?

She has not come today.

Banco of 5,000 Iivres!

-Are you in, PhiIippe? -No.

-Hasn't AngeIique been here? -No, why?

She's disappeared.

-Since when? -Yesterday.

-Banco of 2,000 Iivres. -Banco!

Hasn't she taken her sons to the horribIe provinces?

That changes everything!

PIessis-BeIIiere. PIessis-BeIIiere!

Get in, dear friend.

FoIIowing me Iike a brigand! You, Your Grace?

Yes, me.

You stoop so Iow?

Don't get me wrong. It's the woman I want.

If she shouId give you the sIip, I'II have no mercy.

You doubt me?

Your two days expire tonight.

I know where she is.

My friends can escort you. The roads aren't safe.

No! I said aIone.

One more day, but aIone.

-Do I have your word? -You do.

-WeII, FIipot? -I've got something.

I've got it!

Is that your treasure?

My Iife, perhaps, FIipot.

I can't see who it is.

Put it back where it was and Ieave me. Hurry!

AngeIique.

WeII, speak.

If it's that hard, I'II say it for you.

You didn't come here for me.

RecentIy, you couId have seen me any time, but you didn't.

You think the box is here.

That's true.

I have one day before they catch you and kiII you.

Good Lord! Don't be so dramatic.

I fear nothing.

I didn't want to return here. It was a moment of weakness.

-Give me the box! -Never! You'II never have it!

That's an order!

Never!

Speak, AngeIique! Speak!

Neither you nor your whip wiII make me speak.

You reaIIy want the box?

It's your onIy chance.

To be Marquise de PIessis-BeIIiere!

So be it.

I have a simpIe deaI for you.

I shaII hand it over when the priest bIesses us.

You shaII have it the moment you pIace the ring on my finger.

That is my price, and I swear to it.

Since it's my onIy chance!

Was that it?

I keep aII promises, even those I make to myseIf.

So be it. You asked for it.

This is a compIicated business.

Here is the future Marquise. PIease take a seat.

The principaI cIauses of our contract

foresee two possibIe breaches,

for, of course, neither party must be wronged at the Iast moment.

This is a wedding, isn't it?

Madame!

So the Marquis wiII pIace the ring before,

and I do mean before, he says ''I do''.

There wiII be time to hand over the box,

according to this pIan...

The hand-over,

you see?

So that if,

by some misadventure, the words were Ieft unsaid,

the marriage wouId not be consecrated.

You foIIow me?

PerfectIy.

As for you, Madame...

Here's the box. You disgust me. FareweII.

AngeIique!

I've saved your Iife once again. We're quits.

You wanted it!

You accepted it!

I Ieave at dawn. Nothing happened between us. Ever!

It is neither your fauIt nor mine. It is pure iII Iuck.

AngeIique!

AngeIique!

AngeIique!

What a sticky mess! How can anyone Iike chocoIate?

More fIowers.

-Send them to the church again? -Of course.

This has made you pious.

There are jeweIs, too.

For the poor.

From bad can come good!

Throw him out!

Too Iate. I am the King's envoy.

You are requested at VersaiIIes tomorrow.

Me?

MademoiseIIe AngeIique de Sance de MonteIoup?

That is me.

That is perfect, then.

I shaII not go.

Your pride cannot refuse the King.

AII because of those pamphIets!

I think not. I wouId have known about it.

Anyway, you're dying to go to Court.

-I know what's bothering you. -TeII me.

It's too serious a probIem for me.

What dress wiII you wear?

What jeweIs?

What hairstyIe? What a diIemma!

-Come! -Let me go!

ShouId Your Majesty bIess my design, I shaII be the happiest of men.

We can grant aII things, except the forcing of a Iady's heart.

Sire, my emotion is such that I have forgotten my duty.

May I introduce to Your Majesty his guest?

AngeIique de Sance de MonteIoup.

But... I have the feeIing...

Did you go by another name?

Sire, MademoiseIIe is my cousin.

If she had gone by another name,

I wouId not have asked permission to wed her.

Madame, you have conquered a MarechaI.

Such prowess is enchanting.

Did you receive aII the fIowers?

No.

-And the jeweIs? -No.

You know the box was to save your Iife?

No.

You know I had you invited here?

No.

You didn't suspect I'd ask for your hand?

No.

So you know nothing, not even if you Iove me?

No.

Don't you get tired of saying no?

No.

WeII, you'd better just Ieave, then.

No.

NO, IT'S NOT OVER. WITH ANGELIQUE IT'S NEVER OVER.

AT VERSAILLES, IN COUNT PEYRAC'S MYSTERIOUS HOME,

IN THE MIDDLE OF A POISONING CAMPAIGN,

YOUR HEROINE CAN BE FOUND IN ANGELIQUE AND THE KING.