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Marguerite and Julien de Ravalet lived very long ago.

This film is loosely based on their story.

Julien, I'll always love you.

Me too.

Juliette said Jos�phine saw them.

No! Mathilde saw them.

A blue dress, her hair down.

No, Juliette said she had pants

and short hair.

- No way! - I swear!

She even saw them kiss.

Wild sex, I bet.

Like this

Yeah, like that.

What is it, virgins?

Quiet!

Why are you so worked up?

Marguerite and Julien.

They're supposedly in town.

Marguerite! Julien!

Come back!

Marguerite and Julien are siblings. He's older.

Born in Tourlaville in a splendid chateau.

In the chateau, servants for meals

chambermaids for bedtime.

Night, dear.

The estate was immense.

A tropical greenhouse, rare plants from all over the world.

Everyday, brioche for breakfast.

In the morning, classes at the chateau.

The rest of the day, they could play.

Julien adored his sister.

He would stare at her for hours on end.

She was more precious than a diamond.

Can I have the pink?

He drew her and enjoyed it.

Marguerite was a perfect model.

Her melancholy grace was charming.

Raise your chin.

Julien

will you love me when we're grown up?

I'll always love you.

I read palms. My sister wanted hers read.

At night

they stayed up and put on shows to amuse their parents.

He's a bandit! To the dungeon.

Lucky them.

Parents, real parents, whom they loved.

A brother too.

May I go see him?

Yes.

You may speak through the bars. 5 minutes.

More than enough time to say farewell.

Julian, it all could have been so different for us.

If you just could break free.

It's impossible.

I'll love you always.

Margaret.

Jean...

Marguerite's presence in class is not good for the boys.

Why not?

It's important to...

set certain limits.

Women have homes to keep, husbands to please

children to rear.

School is not for them.

We're of a different mind, Uncle.

We open the portals of knowledge

to servants' and farmers' children.

Stop these verbal games, this endless battle.

Generosity and sharing are in my realm. You know it.

Why not?

I'm open-minded.

I let you manage the family fortune, with a free hand.

True.

That's not the problem.

The real problem

is Marguerite.

I fear she is leading Julien astray.

Jean...

you must separate them.

Trust me.

The boys should be in school.

Julien...

Let's go and see Pegasus. No one will see.

Come!

Pegasus.

Pegasus!

Julien!

Marguerite!

Help!

Julien!

Lord help her.

Give me your hand!

Your hand!

Come on, children.

Julien!

Get dressed. They're waiting downstairs.

My boys...

time to put aside the preciousness of life at home.

And your childish games.

You must now learn to behave seriously

in society.

You're off to boarding school.

It's a long ride.

Let's go.

Marguerite and Julien are separated for many years.

She learns to live far from him

and he from her.

The hungry wolf does listen, his teary eyes do glisten.

He asks the dog about the spot on his neck.

A tiny speck. It doesn't pain me.

Comes from the collar with which they chain me.

Jacqueline, when will I see Julien again?

Soon.

Yes, but when?

When school is over.

Goodnight.

But after school,

Julien and Philippe studied art in Italy

finance in England,

weaponry in Germany.

And finally, Paris, to learn about life.

Meanwhile, Marguerite grew up.

Long past the marrying age, she refuses every suitor

to her parents' despair.

Marguerite!

A lot of pain?

It stopped a few days ago.

You needn't have bothered to get out of bed.

I prefer to be here.

Bed bores me.

You're some expert.

- Want to try? - Yes, it looks fun.

Wait, I'll show you how.

Gently, flat out.

Here.

No, this one is pretty.

You should keep it.

Having crossed oceans

seas and rivers

having crossed plains, valleys and every mountain

having travelled the world 10 times, 100 times

1,000 times...

they went back to the chateau.

At a gallop!

Have my brothers come?

- Where are they? - North tower.

My Julien...

You wear cologne?

You smell different.

Who is she?

The widow.

What widow?

A young widow we see in Paris.

Go to the Court?

Give it back.

See the King?

He likes Uncle.

And the King?

Give it back.

- Give it to me! - Take it.

She's hideous.

Less pretty than you.

Hello, Philippe.

You're country stock.

They imagined a life of love

fertile enough to fill vast solitude

overflowing with joy, braving adversity

resplendent and lofty

like the pulsing of stars.

He contemplated her diaphanous skin

her fingers

each one more than a thing

almost a person.

Paris is huge, gorgeous.

Fearsome too, dirty, dangerous, full of temptations.

Father, you're overdoing it or overtired.

You're no stranger to Paris!

Philippe, don't be presumptuous.

I hope we haven't grown apart,

and I won't consider

your education a mistake.

No mistakes.

Just incomplete or inadequate ideas.

What's inadequate is the use you make of your learning.

Don't forget we don't study to show off knowledge,

but to make life easier.

That's what knowledge is for.

It comes from all over.

It's there, waiting.

Smile a bit.

Look at me.

I preferred when you drew me.

Father wants your portrait. I'm obeying.

Raise your chin.

Do you still love me?

Marguerite, a visitor. Marigny is in the parlor.

Hurry. He's been waiting a while.

He came just for you.

One...

two...

three...

Was I wrong?

Your parents are relieved.

I just find it a bit quick.

You said to wed.

Not the first comer.

Want to know the truth?

I accepted because I read that jealous men are in love.

And so?

So...

So nothing.

Speak, Julien.

Is all well?

You know

you can speak without fear.

You know that.

Go on.

Go on, Julien.

I worry about Marguerite.

Why?

I don't know.

You do.

You know full well.

I can't bear her marrying this Marigny.

It's a masquerade.

Really?

You think so?

Marigny

will make her a good husband.

You mustn't worry about that.

Listen to me.

The best way to avoid sin

is to flee temptation.

Read this.

Out loud.

"I am not intelligent, sire.�

"I am but a poor village girl�

"one of many.�

"But when something is black, I can't say it's white."

Did you know that animals know pity?

Do they?

Well, they feel it.

You are the stuff of my dreams.

... even dared

imagining having a wife so stunning.

Stunning daughter.

Her melancholy grace is charming.

Not very hungry.

I killed your appetite?

Excuse me.

I'll be right back.

I like duck.

Just grab the potatoes.

You're struggling with the fork. Just grab them.

Go away, please.

"I can read palms.�

"My brother wanted his read.�

"With my mouth I followed each line�

"one after another�

"first to last."

Even if I only get your crumbs

I'd take them over nothing.

My crumbs?

What's that?

Is it this?

Or this?

Or this?

- Want to play? - If you do.

I'll go first.

I choose

ear, goose-bumps.

I win.

My turn. I choose clever feet.

You have a beautiful garden

divided into several parts.

There's a wonderful greenhouse.

I wonder where the plants are from.

I win.

I choose

neck, blood.

How shameful.

Their coats.

Where are they?

Julien isn't in our room. His bed is made.

And Marguerite?

Not in her room either.

- Too late. - Get some men. Find them.

Yes, sir.

Arrow.

What was it?

Always.

Again.

- So? - No one.

The greenhouse?

Let's check the attic.

Sorrow.

What's going on?

Get dressed!

They're all over!

Your father is furious!

If he saw you

I'll explain.

Why did you leave dinner?

These secrets, these games! It couldn't wait?

Do you realize the affront?

Sit down.

My child

Your mother and I always protected you all.

You've had no illnesses. You're grown, in good health.

So many children die senselessly.

Accident, hunger, an epidemic.

Life is precious!

Growing old is a privilege.

Don't deny it to yourself.

Don't deny us that.

I know, Father.

I don't want to die.

So I beg of you

for the last time

tell me what happened tonight.

I already did.

We were only playing.

He's innocent.

He drew her, photographed her.

I asked for the photograph.

He painted her. From every angle, since childhood.

That proves nothing.

Julien is an artist. You see evil everywhere.

Enough, Madeleine.

This is too serious.

Your behavior induces them to sin.

You must act.

Marry Marguerite off, no matter what.

Before it's too late.

It won't be easy now.

- Philippe. - Leave us.

Madeleine.

Jean.

Marguerite and Julien are sick.

If we don't help them

they'll rot in hell.

So will we.

Marguerite isn't joining us?

I'm yours.

I must leave.

I have to.

Don't leave me.

We mustn't meet again. Ever.

Please.

Don't leave me.

Don't go.

I'll always love you.

Always.

That night, Madame de Ravalet heard something.

She went to Marguerite's room, woke her

shook her

made her speak.

Marguerite resisted.

Madame de Ravalet

hit her as hard she could.

And killed her.

How terrible.

It's not true.

I know what happened after.

Marguerite began to cry and cry.

Her mother cried with her.

For a long while.

There was no changing it. Like a disease.

Her mother consoled her in her arms.

Marguerite spoke

confessed everything.

Her mother listened, terrified.

She made her swear

to stop everything.

Did she swear?

She swore.

But it wasn't enough.

Marguerite was forced to wed Mr. Lefebvre

a simple tax collector, very rich.

The only one who'd still have her.

I'm here.

I see you.

I win.

Again.

Another round?

I'm tired. I'll go to sleep.

Goodnight.

I'll go to bed. I'm tired.

A little tired.

See you tomorrow.

My Julien, I am a prisoner here in Valognes.

They try to separate us, but can't.

We are blood and vein

tree and sap, salt and sea.

Julien, my brother.

I have something awful to say. I think I hate life.

I want to die.

I suffocate.

Every day is torture.

Only you keep me alive,

the hope of seeing you again.

Julien, I love you so.

Impossible to live without you.

I just want to see you, hold you.

How I'd give myself to you, if I could.

Take me away and do with me as you wish.

I am forever yours, my love.

My sister, I must speak to you or I'll die.

I'm sorry I left you in this hateful situation.

I know now that fate guides me, not desire.

I've tried to comprehend our hurt

to examine it.

My prayers make heaven weary.

I sought solace in wisdom and knowledge

to no avail.

That night was a conflagration

an illumination.

The harder I struggle, the more I love you.

Do not rouse their suspicion.

Take no risks. Be docile.

Accept what they say. Do like me: pretend.

What matters most

is to stay alive, for we shall meet.

That day will be a blessing.

I do as you say, act pleasantly with my husband.

My life here is gloomy.

I am in a vise.

I refuse his advances.

I live in fear

fear that he comes near.

His gaze sullies me.

I despise him.

His mother is so mean

My sister

your strength overwhelms me. I feel helpless.

I am beside you.

I'll save you from hell.

Even burnt, his letters stay with me.

When I die, they will.

I'll keep writing.

Wherever you are, I will find you.

You should be more wary.

Marguerite and Julien loved each other. Lefebvre languished.

His unrequited desire grew

and grew

and grew.

He started seeing loose women.

Soon enough

rumor had it his wife refused him in bed.

Local laughing-stock.

Even his mother mocked.

You're too sentimental.

Idiot!

Romance with your brother is not freedom.

What a disaster if word got out!

I'm allowed. I can write my brother.

Despite the fear, the loneliness.

Marguerite survived thanks to his letters.

She waited for him.

Wishing.

This small link between them kept her alive.

Jacqueline!

Grab her!

And then?

What happened?

Where's Jacqueline?

I want Jacqueline.

A letter for you.

Not opening it?

Read it!

Louder!

I can't hear.

"Dear daughter, I write to you with a heavy heart.

"Your husband told us what you've done.

"Jacqueline, your accomplice

"has been fired.

"You know we love you.

"We're proud of you

"but the days of child's play are over.

"You're not a little girl anymore.

"We have no choice now.

"Marguerite

"I've made a grave decision.

"From now on

You'll never see your family.

You'll miss us, and we you,

but you belong to another man

whom you must honor.

I ask that you devote yourself to him

and to the children you give him.

They'll bring you joy, as you brought to us

your mother and me.

Tend to your sorrow thus.

Take me away.

Speak to her.

No luck tonight.

Too much has happened.

The situation is ridiculous.

I have an idea.

I'll go away for a few days.

I'll leave you two alone.

Maybe it will relax her.

It will relax you too.

Ace of hearts.

It's a sign.

- I'm here for the chimney. - Come in.

You usually come in May.

This time, it's today.

- Here it is. - Very well.

Rooms upstairs?

With chimneys, I suppose?

Lots of work.

Miss Marguerite!

Miss Marguerite!

In here!

Fear not! Julien sent me.

Here. For you.

Good luck.

I'll free you at midnight.

Get yourself ready.

Go on.

Stay here on the lookout.

Enough of your arrogance.

You're no princess!

Take some dresses!

It's me.

Julien!

She's mine!

Run!

This way.

Put this on.

Hurry, go!

Good luck.

Do you regret it?

Neither do I.

I saw him, ma'am. It was him in the bed.

They are doomed.

Wake up.

Get up.

Wake up.

Come.

He'll lead you to safety.

We must go alone.

I love you.

My children

Be careful.

You're mad!

I made the decision alone

knowing you'd oppose it.

Lefebvre will drop charges if she goes back.

His lawyer is coming now. What do we do?

We'll lie.

We say we sent her away

because he mistreated her.

And Julien?

No contact in months.

Whereabouts unknown.

It's beyond us now.

Lefebvre, furious, following his lawyer's advice,

maintains his charges against them.

He gathers testimonies, goes to the chateau

and presents his findings to the police.

They're now wanted.

A reward is promised to anyone who helps.

ON THE RUN

Marguerite and Julien are now fugitives.

Sought everywhere.

Their only chance of escape

is to make it to England by boat.

If we got married,

I would be your wife and your sister.

And you'd be

the father of my children,

but also their uncle.

And you, their aunt.

Brothers, sisters and first cousins.

But we're not married.

What are we?

Something that doesn't exist.

So all's well.

We risk nothing if we don't exist.

What are you thinking?

About Mother.

And Father.

And the chateau.

In England, we'll change our names.

We'll start from scratch.

Unknown to all. Like everyone else.

We'll never be free.

Everything normal.

- Even in England. - Mother will visit.

Everyone happy.

Our love is a curse.

I'm sorry for having offended You, all good, all kind

and You don't like sin.

Forgive me by the blood of Jesus Christ, my Savior.

Forgive me, God. Forgive us.

We have to go.

We have to leave.

We must get to the sea.

Come in.

We found two people who look like them.

Where?

Barfleur.

I'll alert the police myself.

England.

Water.

You look decrepit.

I think I'm pregnant.

I found a way to England. Tomorrow at dawn.

We'll go out the back door.

All right? Can you make the crossing?

Yes.

Tomorrow.

We leave tomorrow.

It's daybreak.

The boat's this way.

Something's wrong.

We have to split up. Go back to bed at the inn.

I'll meet you after.

Go back!

Run!

Go on!

They'd changed identities.

Marguerite was dressed as man.

The Saint-L� police arrested them.

How are they?

In good health.

They haven't said a word.

Since the arrest, not a word.

Can I see them?

That's impossible.

What can we do?

Nothing.

I beg of you, Uncle. Help us.

We must save the children.

It's gone too far now.

Your children broke the law.

They can't take that back.

Your connections can help.

Look at this situation.

In 10, 100, 1000 years

incest is, and will remain, a crime.

Only God can save them.

I'll try the impossible. I'll go to the King!

Jean!

See Villeroy, Secretary of State.

Tell him I sent you.

Do you admit to the crime Mr. Lefebvre accuses you of?

Mr. Lefebvre is a liar.

He mistreated my sister.

So you won't admit to it?

He won't confess.

Submit them to Inquest.

You mean torture.

She couldn't bear it.

It's a boy.

I love you, Julien.

Release my brother. I'm the one to blame.

Free him.

My husband beat me.

He wanted to kill me.

He saw loose women.

How long were you at home?

A few days.

Why did you leave Tourlaville?

For fear my husband would come for me.

You left alone?

Really?

Mrs. Lefebvre,

you haven't seen your husband in 11 months.

That's right.

And you just gave birth to a son.

Who is the father, since it can't be your husband?

I don't know.

The cat.

Monsieur de Villeroy!

Monsieur de Ravalet from Tourlaville,

here for an audience.

Come closer.

Stand, sir.

Tell me what grieves you.

I will remedy it if I can.

Alas, sire, my children will be executed

unless you show them clemency.

What is this about?

All of Europe says the French Court is a whorehouse.

I'm called a heretic, with my mistresses and bastards.

How can the Royal Body suddenly condone incest?

I cannot before God forgive this crime.

It is too grave.

Show in the defendants!

Marguerite and Julien de Ravalet

are condemned to die at the stake for the following crimes:

adultery, incest

aiding and abetting treason.

But given your class, His Majesty our King

in his extreme kindness

has commuted your sentence to beheading.

Only I should die!

I'm the guilty one!

My brother is innocent! It's all my fault!

Release my brother!

Please release him!

- The condemned? - Come.

Always.

Again.

Always.

She's dead.

She named him Julien.

Let's go.

We two - how long were we fool'd!?

Now transmuted,

we swiftly escape, as nature.

We are Nature

long have we been absent, but now we return.

We become plants, leaves, foliage

roots, bark.

We are bedded in the ground

we are rocks.

We are oaks.

We grow side by side.

Fish swimming in the sea together.

We are what the locust blossoms are, dropping scents

Also the coarse smut of beasts, vegetables, minerals.

We are two resplendent suns

in balance, orbic, stellar.

We prowl fang'd and four-footed in the woods

we spring.

We are seas mingling,

cheerful waves rolling over each other, interwetting each other.

We are what the atmosphere is, transparent

Pervious, impervious.

We are snow, rain, cold, darkness.

We have circled and circled

till we have arrived home again. The only place we two have.

We have voided all

but freedom,

and all but our joy.

Marguerite and Julien de Ravalet died on December 2, 1603.

They were buried in Saint-Julien en Gr�ve with the following epitaph:

"Here lie the brother and sister.

"You who pass by, ask not why they died. Walk on and pray for their souls."