All language subtitles for Napoleon and Josephine A Love Story 1987 - Part 02

- Good mornin', my darlin'.
- Good morning.

May I?

I have a wonderful surprise for you.

Yes?

Oh, I can't tell you.
It wouldn't be a surprise.

'And a confession.'

Last night I said I didn't believe in love.

Well, I do now.

I love you.

You mustn't.

Oh, my love.

Why do men always think..

...just by loving you they lay claim to you?

But I do love you.

I do.

No, no, I have to get dressed.

Oh, I guarantee my surprise will stun you.

Take care of them, Eugene.

I will, mama.

A handshake for your mother?

It's for General Bonaparte.

Tell him it's from his son, Eugene.

I love you, Eugene.

I love you too, mama.

A perfect day for a perfect journey.

A long journey, Colonel Junot.

With you as my traveling companion

I would have it last forever.

Good God!

Ah. Joseph Bonaparte.
He's going to Italy with us.

- 'You haven't met?'
- Forgive me.

Your likeness to General Bonaparte

shocked me for a moment.

Brother Joseph.

Citizeness Beauharnais.

Or rather, Bonaparte.

Good lord!

I told you you'd be stunned.

I'm going to Italy with you.

Oh. Well, it is a morning full of surprises.

I've asked for combat duty.

The new Captain Charles
will be nigh unrecognizable.

Brave and modest and not at all foolish.

And not indiscreet, I hope.

I'm the one for you. I love you.

I would never treat you
the way the others have.

- Don't.
- You're not a chattel to me.

A, a thing, a game piece in their game.

You're Josephine, my love.

- Stop it!
- Alright, captain, shall we?

Ooh!

A thousand pardons, my dear.

No need, general.

The victory at Roveresco was costly.

We have more casualties than the enemy.

It's acceptable. We have an armistice.

There's grumbling some talk
that he pushed them too far

to guarantee the safe arrival
of Citizeness Bonaparte.

Soldiers grumble.

Got your eyes...did they?

Only one.

'When the bandages come off'

I'll, uh, make the other do for both.

It's a high price, hmm?

- We won.
- Hmm.

My comrades don't like it.

Comrades? Traitors.

Well, they said the Corsicans sacrificed us.

Damned Austrians, no doubt, huh?

- For his woman.
- Our lady of victories?

You begin to smell like one.

I killed enough of them that day.

Hard to know, huh?

- Where are you? Damn you.
- Dupont!

Marchand, I have an Austrian here! Help me!

- No, you're wrong!
- Save your energy, sergeant!

You'll need it..

...for your next campaign.

- It was him?
- Yes.

- What's happened?
- A, a scratch.

- Your leg.
- It's acceptable.

Acceptable.

- General?
- Oh, Le clerc.

I have messages from Citizen Barras.

Yes, how is my wife?

Citizeness Bonaparte is on her way to Milan.

- She should be there shortly.
- Le clerc.

You see, I kiss the messenger
bearing good news, huh.

'Well, she's alright, huh?'

Such a journey on a pregnant woman,
I pray she's alright.

What is wrong?

Le clerc?

- Look me in the eye!
- 'She lost the child.'

Present arms!

Citizeness Bonaparte?

Goodbye.

Napoleon, I must speak with you-

Later, Joseph.

Our baby.

Our baby.

Our baby.

Our baby.

Oh.

Ah, forgive me, huh?

I think only of myself, huh?

But when they told me
I could think of nothing

but the way you must hurt, huh..

I must tell you. Please- - No, no, no.

Say nothing. He is gone.

- Let me tell you.
- He is gone.

This is the way if nana wants her son.

I'm ashamed to think only of myself.

I will never speak of this again.

We'll have other babies. Oh, we'll have six.

We'll have eight. We'll have thousands.

No, please. Stop it.

I can't stand it. You're breaking my heart.

Forgiveness for the things
that I wrote to you

those letters.

Those letters. I was insane. I am insane.

Do you understand I am mad without you?

Do you understand how much I need you?

Do you?

What?

I never realized how beautiful you are.

Attention! Present arms!

Evidently the defeat of
Austria's Italian allies

was one thing.

Threat of the same thing happening to them

is quite another.

Field Marshal Wurmser and his Austrians

have just come alive, gentlemen.

They have shelled Mantua.

'We must retaliate, hm?'

I fear the local citizenry

they might begin strewing roses, hm

in the path of the Austrian army
instead of ours.

I will take two battalions, Murat,
you will stay in reserve

and orders will be subject to hourly change.

Good fortune to all of you.

Bourrienne.

Well, with bad luck,
it's no place for a woman.

I just don't want to alarm her, you see?

Well, let's be prepared for the worst.

You say nothing to her about this.

- Of course.
- And send these to France.

Letters to me from General Bonaparte

forwarded back to General Bonaparte.

I'll have to get him to read them to me.

And, uh, one from Italy.

- Verona.
- Oh.

Um, have you drawn the bath, Louise?

Yes, madame.

Could you see if it's not too hot?

Yes, madame.

- It's perfect, madame.
- Oh, good.

Thank you.

- 'Where is she?'
- In the bath.

I tell you..

If the Almighty had intended us
to bathe in water

He wouldn't have made cologne.

You know I must go to Mantua.

Then perhaps I shall go to Verona.

Verona? Why? Why Verona?

Oh. "Romeo And Juliet."

You're a romantic.

I'll send an escort with you.

- 'Isn't it safe?'
- Of course, it's safe.

Your husband has made this
whole Italian Peninsula safe.

It's just a precaution.

You look as though you're enjoying yourself.

I am. Come in with me.

I will.

Bonaparte!

Hm.

- It's quite lovely, isn't it?
- Hm.

Josephine.

I would make amends, I truly would.

You would like to pay me off, is that it?

Like a pensioned concubine.

Perhaps a note to the board of Bodin.

"This is to introduce my former close,
close friend."

Is that what you want?

I would set fire to such a note.

Your letter said you were ill.

No. No, heartsick.

You got me here under false pretenses.

Do you love him?

I will not discuss my husband with you.

Am I so unworthy

just because I'm poor and you're rich?

Or are there other reasons?

- I am not rich.
- Oh.

Why do you find that so amusing?

'Bodin and company'

Barras and his friends, your friends.

I learned many things as liaison.

Yours was a name heard
when influence was courted.

I am not responsible

for Barras' financial manipulations

and whatever influence my name bore

but it has not made me rich.

What was I to you?

Someone who I took advantage of..

...for my own purpose at the moment.

'I should have told you that before..'

...but I...thought

I would never see you again.

I was weak.

And I should have been strong.

Citizeness, there's evidence of enemy action

on the outskirts of the city.

I suggest we retire to a safer position

while we have the opportunity.

You'd do well to rejoin your battalion,
captain.

Uh, yes, at once.

Goodbye, Charles.

Goodbye.

Nothing to fear, madam,
but the sooner we get out of here

the better.

'Prepare to move out!'

Get in there with her, corporal.

You don't know what you'll run up against.

Marchand, ma'am. Corporal.

Corporal Marchand.

Routine, ma'am.

Go on!

They're coming. Take your positions.

Fire!

Marchand, get her out of there!

We'll hold them as long as we can!

Quiet, ma'am.
You've got to be quiet, ma'am. Quiet.

It'll be alright, ma'am.

Don't worry, ma'am. Okay?

- I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm sorry.
- It's alright.

You just don't know who could hear you.
I'm sorry.

- Well, huh..
- 'Have to keep moving, ma'am.'

'We got to find some way
to get through the lines.'

So what is wrong?

Josephine.

Whoo.

Get out, ma'am. Hide in the woods.

What about you?

They find a cart without a driver, ma'am

they'll look under every blade of grass.

Damn it, woman, get out!

No sign of her. There's only this.

Corporal Marchand's gone, too.

They've escaped.

- Unless..
- Unless what?

Unless the Austrians took them.

'Look. Over there!'

You in the wagon, halt!

Halt!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

- There may be others up ahead!
- Yeah.

- Hyah!
- Hyah!

Corporal.

Oh! Ah, don't let me go.

Don't ever let me go.

It's alright. It's alright.

Oh, God, it's alright. It's alright.

- It's alright.
- Oh.

They won't have gone far. We'll get them.

Any family?

Yes.

A son.

'He was a good soldier.'

Yes.

It's too bad he couldn't die in France.

He did.

I suppose rank has its privilege, eh?

My sister, Pauline. She's too wild.

My brother.

- Oh, high-spirited.
- Wild.

She's a wild animal.

- Bonaparte.
- Hm?

- Well, nothing.
- What?

Come, tell me. What is it?

Oh, nothing you think was at all important.

Oh, no?

Then don't tell me.

Are you looking forward to this evening?

Yes.

Italians are wonderful musicians.

They say their composers
are the best in Europe.

Tintoretto, Caravaggio

Michelangelo, Leonar-

- They're painters.
- What?

Of course, they're painters. I know that.

My mind, you see, it's preoccupied.

- With what?
- I don't know.

Whatever that you think is important

that I would think isn't important.

I..

I think..

No, I know..

...that I am in love with you.

- What is wrong?
- No.

It just seems that I've waited my whole life

to hear you say that.

I can't believe this, you know?

This is like a dream.

Yes, a dream.

Are you happy?

Are you?

I have never felt so safe in my whole life.

Unimportant?

I think it's very important.

You have shamed me,
you have brought down this family

and you're gonna marry him!

I don't want to marry anybody! I'm only 16!

You and your public displays in the gardens.

You've no morals. You behave like an animal!

Don't blame me!

You've made me a laughingstock!

It's not my fault people scorn you

laugh at you behind your back.

It's not I who dishonors this family.

'Put the blame where it belongs, Napoleon!'

What the hell are you talking about?

Your wife!

You are very quiet.

- Is something wrong?
- Wrong?

With your food. You've hardly touched it.

Nothing wrong with the food.

What is it then?

I'm just solving a morale problem

I have among my officers.

- Well, what kind of a problem?
- 'A shirking.'

There's this growing tendency
on the part of some of them

to avoid their combat duty.

It's a pernicious sort of thing

this arranging safe positions for themselves

in transport and supply.

'Well, you can imagine.'

Mm. Well, what can you do about it?

I'm making an example of the offender.

Typical case.

'Shirked his true responsibility, fighting.'

He buried himself in some soft,
safe sinecure

so today we bury him.

I hope it doesn't disturb you
'cause the execution

will take place here.

- Here?
- 'Just outside.'

I can't hang out the army's dirty linen,
you see?

Not in front of foreigners.

Well, who is he?

He is a captain.

A "Captain Hippolyte Charles."

Now, if you'll excuse me..

'This paperwork never ends, you see?'

Are you coming?

No.

How can you do this?

Is that true what they say?

You were lovers?

I think you'd do best to answer me.

No? How can I find the truth?

What, you won't speak? You won't speak?

Well, you gave him your body, didn't you?

Huh? Didn't you?

Naked...in a bed

in each other's arms, see?

All I ask is that you tell me the truth.

Just don't lie to me.
Don't you ever lie to me!

You slept with him because
you love him. Is that true?

Is it true?

What, you didn't sleep with him?

I, I, I never loved him. I never loved him-

You cuckolded your husband
with a man you don't love?

I will allow you one thing.

You once said to me you'd rather be
a mistress than a wife.

Well, you were right.

Ah.

No. I was wrong.

I was wrong.

The priest is here.

Will you want a blindfold?

I don't know.

'Left, right, go on.'

Left, right, halt!

Right face!

Madame.

What did he say, Louise?

General Bonaparte wouldn't see me.

Oh, dear God. I must go to him again.

He'll see no one, madame. He sent word.

"The sentence of the court martial

shall be carried out as ordered."

Pack my bags, Louise.

- 'You cannot go in!'
- And I will.

The general has given me strictest orders!

He is my brother!

We will see no one.

The trollop maid of your
trollop wife came to plead

didn't she?

But you must not relent, brother.

This man was your wife's lover.

The two of them have made you a cuckold.

And your enemies in Paris
will use your shame against you.

Thwart them. Divorce this woman now.

Joseph, I beg of you.

She is my wife.

Hup, hup, hup.

'Detail, halt!'

Hurry, Louise.

'Captain Hippolyte Charles..'

Leave us, Louise.

I am leaving you.

I will not be a witness to your cruelty.

'Lieutenant, carry out the order.'

Bonaparte.

'What is it?'

Uh..

My darling.

Captain.

- Just get me water.
- Y-yes.

Alright.

I thought this had passed.

- Oh.
- Not for years.

This was the curse of Caesar.

Oh, God. No one must ever know this.

No one.

- Y-you swear to me?
- I swear.

- You swear to me?
- I swear.

Attention!

Bonaparte.

Ready!

Aim!

No, please!

'Don't!'

Ready!

Aim!

Major..

...release the prisoner.

Squad, redress!

Hm.

'Shoulder arms!'

'Right face!'

'Forward march!'

'Hup, hup, hup..'

His name must never be mentioned again.

Never. Never.

Please love me.

- It's cold.
- I, I will warm you.

Can't you love me?

Does it matter?

I'm obsessed with you.

- Sergeant Dupont.
- Hmm?

Corporal Roland. Replacement.

With your leave, sergeant.

- Where you from?
- Burgundy.

That your real name?

No.

You've drawn safe duty.
We're going back to Paris.

Too bad. I've got a wife here.

Take her with you.

I can't. I've got a wife in Paris.

Burgundians.

Thieves.

'Highwaymen.'

'Fornicators.'

What did you do before you changed your name

and hid in the army?

Thief.

'Highwayman.'

Fornicator.

I shall call you Marchand.

Now, there was a corporal.

You live up to the name.

Come, Marchand.

'In the presence of God and this company'

do you, Pauline Bonaparte, take this man

to be your lawful wedded husband

to love, honor, and obey?

I do.

'Do you take this woman'

'to be your lawful wedded wife'

'to love and honor?'

I do.

I deem you man and wife.

Oh, I love weddings.

Yes, well, as soon
as these things are crated

we're leaving for Paris.

- Just a moment.
- Please.

Mother Bonaparte.

You must be very happy.

Must I?

Well, you could be a grandmother soon.

Yes. Pauline's young.

'And youth is the time for childbearing.'

I'll wager we make you
a grandmother before they do.

I won't take your wager, Nabouglione.

And just as well..

If you and this woman have a child,
it'd be a bastard.

After all, you were excommunicated

for marrying in a civil ceremony.

A bastard then
but with Bonaparte blood in him.

Our blood, your blood.

Small chance of that.

Your wife's too old.

Good day.

'Good wishes.'

Oh! Enough.

Nabouglione!

Please. There's no need for anger.

The lace is beautiful

but I wasn't happy with it where it was.

Thank you, Pauline.

You see? Our lady of victories.

To the teeth.

Come.

People are welcoming Bonaparte like a God.

A God?

More like royalty. More dangerous.

More to the taste
of our young Corsican friend

if I judge his ambitions correctly.

What will he want?

Uh, more to the point,
what will he be satisfied with?

I should say a place on the directory-

- Never!
- For an appetizer?

Never. There must be a law.

And if there isn't, we'll make one.

Napoleon seems taller these days.

Ha ha. No one seems so tall these days.

Now you see, a place on the directory

would be unrealistic.

I just want Barras to think that I'm willing

to go any lengths for it.

This way, he'll award me some,
a consolation prize.

I must speak to him alone.

Would you distract citizen Talleyrand, dear?

Gladly.

General Bonaparte.

Madame de stael.

I can't believe that I'm actually walking

arm in arm with a conqueror.

A liberator.

Oh, how lucky I am.

Every woman here is in love with you.

Please, continue. Continue.

One hears that you are

eagerly looking forward to motherhood.

Has someone invented another
pregnancy for me?

People are eager for anything
concerning Bonaparte.

He's so popular in France today

they might renounce their democracy
and make him king.

- Don't say that.
- Then?

Not even in jest.

Beg him to curb his ambition

for his own sake.

'If the reign of terror
has taught us one thing'

it is that the head raised above the crowd

is the first to be chopped off, hmm?

All of France is most grateful

for the rewards you've brought to her.

How can we ever repay you?

Oh, you must make me
a member of the directory.

If it were up to me, you would be

one already, but there's a law.

A director must be at least

40 years of age and you are-

Ah, yes. 29. 29.

Time passes quickly.

A decade is but the blink of an eye.

In the meantime, solidify your position.

Frenchmen can never get
too much of a good thing.

And we now have the resources

to consider an invasion of England.

Why? The English are a nation
are shopkeepers.

Everything they have is for sale.

It needn't be bought with blood.

England was attractive enough for Caesar.

Well, Caesar had bourgeois taste.

Alexander is a star to follow though, no?

He had a nose for riches.

For glory.

You should afford me a fully
mounted expedition to the east.

Hmm?

To Egypt.

Oh, really?

There are no friends in politics.

Only enemies, and lovers.

Listen to this.

Why not?

A campaign to follow the path of Alexander.

To seek the treasures of the ancient world

in exchange for the enlightenment
of our revolution.

We'll give them liberty, equality,
fraternity, democracy.

Expensive.

Not when you consider the alternative.

I think that Egypt
is just the place for our general.

And, uh, would you personally
supervise the program

to requisition the treasures of the east?

Why, at a far remove from Paris.

What a wise young man
you've married, Josephine..

'Wise, astute, and candid.'

And never fear, general,
we shall find amusement

for our Josephine while you're abroad.

Oh, no. My Josephine is coming with me.

I can't be without her again. Can I?

Come, my dear. We mustn't slight
the rest of our friends, hmm?

"The French expeditionary force

waits to sail from Toulon."

Bonaparte has laced on the shoes
of Alexander, the great.

And prepares to take the first step

into everlasting glory.

Surely he can't be allowed to interfere

with English interests in India
and the far east, my lord.

Surely not.

I must confess, Hardy,
the fellow intrigues me.

From all I hear,
he's a cathedral of ambition

of overweening pride.

Hubris, the Greeks called it.

Now he dares to twist the lion's tail.

Well, he's reckoned
without the English navy.

Lay a course for Abukir Bay

Let me see to it that
he never reaches Egypt.

Yes, sir.

East northeast, Abukir Bay.

I must see General Bonaparte at once.

May I help, General Junot?

Cadet Eugene Beauharnais, sir.

I'm going with my father on the expedition.

Where is the general?
I must see him. It's imperative!

He's down below, sir.

Who are all these damn civilians?

Engineers, botanists,

cartographers, historians

linguists..

God! Are we going to Egypt to fight

or start a damned university?

A bit of both, sir.

- General.
- Junot.

You can't sail.

Lord Nelson and the English fleet

are in the
Mediterranean off Majorca...waiting.

How could they have known?

Spies.

Traitors.

We're going now.

But general.

I won't scuttle this expedition

for fear of some lime-sucking shopkeeper.

But you'd rather have him scuttle it?

That'll be all.

Yes, sir.

- What about my mother?
- It's too dangerous.

We sail with the Titan.
She goes to the spa at Plombieres.

But she- - Why not?

She'll be fit and healthy for a child.

Be back before she knows it.

I'll bring her a brace
of pharaohs on a leash.

It's so wonderful to see you.

It's just like the old days.

How have you been?

Not too bad.

For someone who's fighting gravity

and poverty and another pregnancy.

Is it the guardsmen?

I'm really quite sure that if I could just

pull myself together, buy some new clothes

I could have something permanent with him..

...in a temporary way.

Well, let me lend you some money.

You are so dear, Josephine.

'Mama! Mama!'

What is it, Hortense?

Mama! Mama!

Oh! Please come quickly!

Fortune's fighting with a huge dog

and I can't stop them!

Ahh!

Ohh! Ohh!

Mama! Mama!

Somebody help me!

We must get a doctor!

'There he is.'

Our one-eyed friend

and his fleet.

Shall I give the order
to man battle stations?

No. He won't engage us here.
I know his mind.

He'll wait to bottle us up in Abukir Bay.

By that time, we'll be in Cairo.

Nothing more to be done here tonight.

I'm going to my cabin

write a letter to my wife.

Will I recover, doctor?

Of course, but we must
continue the bleeding.

Can't get too much of that.

I'll prepare the leeches myself.

Could this...lessen my chances

of having...a child?

You speak of mysteries, dear lady.

For the answer to that

you must depend on the care and charity

of the divine physician

not a simple country doctor.

Soldiers of France..

40 centuries of history

look down upon you!

Some godforsaken place he's got us to.

No shade, no women, no one to fight even.

Soon.

Without glory is to die every day!

Soon it is you..

...who will face the most formidable
fighting men

this Turkish empire can field!

Who's he talking about?

Mamelukes, cavalry.

The sound of their charge is said
to chill the bone.

Bloodthirsty wogs, they take no prisoners.

Neither do I.

You like fighting?

No. I like killing.

Only the soldiers of liberty..

...could have endured..

...what you have endured!

Hard alee. Bring her around.

Aye aye, sir.

Bonaparte's naval escort may be
at the bottom of Abukir Bay

but the fellow himself
is ashore with his army.

Agreed, but wouldn't be able
to provision and reinforce

that expedition with his navy in the deep.

He'll have to live off the land

and the charity of his Egyptian hosts.

But most important, Hardy

the Mediterranean remains an English lake.

God bless the king.

God bless the king.

How are you feeling this morning, mama?

I do believe I'm almost myself again today.

Come and sit down.

Now you mustn't let Bonaparte
know about all this.

He has far too many worries as it is.

You're alright, aren't you?

No small thanks to my darling daughter.

There is someone here to see you.

A courier...from General Bonaparte?

No, madam.

Hello.

I've brought a recuperation gift

and I promise only to stay a moment.

That would be all, Louise.

Hortense..

This is- - Yes, I know.

Excuse me...Captain.

Citizen.

How are you?

What do you want, Charles?

I'm sorry to hear about the loss
of your little dog.

Many things were broken that day.

You didn't answer my question.

Oh, would you care to see your gift?

Ohh!

To replace your beloved Fortune.

That would be impossible.

Ohh!

Why did you really come here?

To warn you.

I've made a business connection

with Bodin and company, army suppliers.

I hear things.

But of what interest to me?

General Bonaparte's political enemies

would reveal your old influence with Bodin

to neutralize his popularity.

My influence?

It's very real.

Yes, I-I know that from personal experience.

I used your name to secure my position
with the company.

How dare you?

Please forgive me.

Ahh!

Spying! You're spying on me!

How dare you?

Who put you up to this? Who?

'Whose paying you, Louise? Come back here!'

Please leave.

Your very presence here compromises me.

'Excellent, my dear.'

'You shall have your reward.'

You deserve every sou, as always.

It is unfortunate that you were dismissed

and can no longer be useful to me

and so good night and good-bye.

But you could still use me..

...for old time's sake.

Louise.

The...servant's entrance.

You heard?

The comic Captain Charles
is employed by Bodin.

And?

And he had a meeting with Josephine.

- A rendezvous, I would call it.
- Really?

But all that matters

is what Bonaparte would call it.

A betrayal, I'm sure.

And if he decided to divorce her

because of Captain Charles?

Then Bonaparte would be a joke

rejected by the people

a cuckold, a character out
of a Moliere farce

unworthy of serious political consideration.

Thus, Bonaparte must be told

of his wife's indiscretion

but who will tell him?

Junot.

Junot will never do it.

Of course, he will.

His affair with Louise.

You and I will blackmail him.

You have a coarse streak, Barras.

I should try to control that

if I were you.

Reconnaissance?

The Mamelukes are camped in the desert

not two kilometers from here.

Two kilometers..

Why don't they attack?

It's a Muslim holy day.

Dawn.

They prefer noon.

The midday sun wilts the opponent.

We'll see who wilts under French cannon.

General.

Uh.. May I speak with you, sir?

Personal matter.

Not now.

Yes, sir.

I need these things to go
with the next courier.

Nelson controls the access to the sea.

Damn Nelson.

He can't confront us, so he must harass us

like flies nipping at horses in a corral.

He stages his ships offshore
out of the range for our guns

and waits for us to try to run his blockade.

It would- - Shut up!

Listen.

Allah hu akbar!

Allah hu akbar!

Allah hu akbar!

'Allah hu akbar!'

Prepare to fire!

- Fire!
- Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Infantry, fire!

They've got no guns!

Fish in a barrel!

Allah hu akbar!

Allah hu akbar!

The prisoner count is over 1,000.

We should take you back to Paris.

You would delight the children.

What do you suggest we do?

We can't feed them.

We can't spare them and guard them.

I can't even afford the bullets

here to shoot them.

What is this?

It is their time for prayer.

I think you must tell them
that these prayers of theirs

shall be answered right now
that they're free to go.

Now you tell them to swear an oath

never to return to fight us here again

and then they're free,
they're free now to go home.

But general- - You do as I say, major!

General Bonaparte has made you
a very generous offer.

You had a personal matter, didn't you?

Your wife, general, and Captain Charles.

Raise your hand to God.

Seeing him again, huh?

That can't be.

Why?

Why would she do such a thing? To me, hmm?

It seems they got involved
in some sort of scheme.

Business scheme.

'Bodin and company. War profiteering.'

'That's all I know, sir.'

Why did you tell me this?

I felt it was my duty.

I am writing to my brother Joseph.

He's to start divorce proceedings
on my behalf.

She will not even keep the house on
the rue de la victoire!

It's my house.

I will not have some..

...dandy living in my house.

I love her.

I love you, too, fa- - Enough.

His majesty's dreaded off thermopolae

has captured a froggy clipper ship.

The usual contraband and, uh,
personal mail..

...letters from Bony himself.

Interesting.

One might even say fascinating.

- Might one?
- Hmm.

'Seems he wants to divorce his wife.'

'Well, Hardy, I think the public
might enjoy these letters.'

Mamma, what is it?

He wants to leave me.

What are you talking about?

How could I bear life without him?

I've grown to love him so.

We must be..

...strong.

We must not show them..

...how they hurt us.

Our private life has become
front page scandal.

Paris newspapers translated
from the English.

Bonaparte's orders to his brother Joseph
to divorce me.

Forgive me.

The thought of divorce is horrendous.

He vows to cut off my funds

just when I promised Therese Tallien a loan

to keep her from debtor's prison.

Help the lord, you care about that I know.

Therese Tallien is a spendthrift.

She always has been. She always will be.

She is my friend!

Don't be angry with Barras, Josephine.

He is your Samaritan.

You have your own money because of him.

What are you talking about?

A bank check from Bodin And Company

purveyors to the armed forces.

Military supply contracts

have yielded handsome returns.

And your friend Therese
is safe from the jailer.

You must learn to trust us, my dear.

It would seem, at the moment

that I have no choice.

- They're laughing at me.
- Napoleon-

I'm a cuckold.

- They know.
- How could they possibly know?

Nelson.

He's been giving these English newspapers

to these Egyptian shopkeepers.

The papers find their way to the troops.

It's a vile shopkeeper's trick.

Look...more prisoners.

There's nearly 8,000 of them now.

Why do they look familiar?

Well, it's no wonder.

Here.

There's no two of this fellow.

They are the same.

Yes.

They've come back to fight?

They took an oath.

It was a Christian oath. It meant nothing-

They took an oath!

- What are we to do?
- They broke their oath!

We kill them.

What?

You heard me.

And if I let them go? Hmm?

They'll come back and butcher us!

Kill them!

Give this assignment to General Junot.

Since he's an officer devoted to duty.

Napoleon- - I don't care how this is done.

You will take no more troops
from regular assignments

than is necessary.

You'll waste no ammunition.

And you get me a woman.

All this with Josephine has made me weary.

This pursuit of grandeur..

'...it's a burden to me.'

This glory has become stale.

There's nothing for me now.

I've become the complete egoist.

Execute 8,000 men?

Without bullets?

Sergeant Dupont!

Yes, sir!

Corporal!

I have a job for you, Marchand.

Hey!

Go on! Swim!

Swim for home!

Only 400 kilometers!

You'll be there in a month or two!

Tell them if they try to come back to shore

they get the bayonet. Drowning's sweeter.

Push them back in!

You want to dig graves?
Let the fish bury them!

Corporal!

He keeps coming back.

- Stick him!
- We did.

He keeps coming back. One shot could do it.

You heard the orders.

I'll show you how it's done, soldier.

Hold your fire!

He's taking him out to sea, sergeant.

Who's your best shot?

Villeforte!

It's 100 meters. Can you do it?

Good shooting.

What did he say your name was?

Villeforte.

What kind of name is that?

A surname.

Well, you're now a corporal, Villeforte.

And your name is Marchand.

I swear not one of them is to my taste.

It's the best I could do.

I want a woman. Do you understand?

I want her slender, I want her graceful.

The sort of woman one could imagine

in the palest gown walking down
some garden path

do you understand, dappled sunlight.

There's only one woman I know like that
and she's in Paris.

Then give them some money
and send them away.

Thank you. Thank you. You dance beautifully.

Oh, just let them laugh.

'Not just laughing at you, Napoleon.'

There's a couple out here
they find very amusing.

'Captain Foures of the
Ninth Regiment of grenadiers'

and his bride.

She stowed away in Toulon.

The secret is out now, all but officially

so she still wears the uniform

'of a cadet of grenadiers.'

- Attractive, don't you think?
- She's an oasis.

She's an oasis of beauty.

I mean, she's pale, she's blonde.

She's not too short.

'She's not even too tall.'

- And she's here.
- And married to Captain Foures.

No. She's here.

That captain is resourceful, hmm?

You know, I need such a man

right now to take highly secret documents

wherever they may be, back to France.

To France, huh?

Just make sure she is agreeable.

I mean I've already been
rejected by a general's wife.

I wouldn't relish that
from the wife of a captain.

I'll draw up the orders right away.

'And I tell you it was that bit of coal'

in the center of a snowball

that turned the tide of battle.

It was not the tactical genius

of the 12-year-old commander.

Game.

Enough of my war stories, huh?

Ooh, your glass needs a refill,
Madame Foures.

Oh, forgive me! Oh!

'Do you know that I have in my apartment'

just the right thing
for removing those stains?

Enjoy the wine.

No! Sit, sit, sit, please.

I need no help with household remedies.

What are you reading?

Oh, it says the directory
is in danger of collapse.

Pro-Bonaparte sentiment rages in Paris.

Even though the name of Bonaparte's wife

has been connected to war profiteering.

Our lady of victories?

What kind of paper is that?

German.

I'll believe it when I see it
in a French newspaper.

Ah, but you won't see it
in a French newspaper, sergeant.

- It's too dangerous now.
- Don't contest me.

We broke the enemy's back here.
We've got them wiped.

I'm returning to France.

You read what these
Italian newspapers write.

Where is it? Where is it? Here.

"Pro-Bonaparte sentiment raging."

Just remember what the English poet said

"There's a tide in the affairs of men
when taken at flood.."

"Leads on to fortune."

Well, the French are like women.

As we see, they mustn't

be left alone too long.

I suggest you reread that.

Will you see her?

Do I consort with war profiteers?

Have I ever?

I'm taking one cadre of men on a fast ship.

Nelson would give his other eye
to capture you.

I'm prepared for that too.
I have my arsenic.

I've had it with me always.

'A general cannot afford
to be captured. Hmm?'

Thank you.

You and I are in very bad odor.

How can you be sure, mama?

We are below the salt.

Talleyrand is our host,
and he has put us here.

Bonaparte's fortunes must be flagging.

It must be important news
to interrupt a dinner party.

He's looking at me.

Bonaparte. It's news of Bonaparte.

He's looking down.

Perhaps Bonaparte is dead.

No, he's alive. Thank God.

He's not only alive. He is in France.

Joseph is going to meet him.

We must get to him first,

'before he is fed anymore lies.'

We mustn't be obvious.

The mother will suspect.

An excuse. We need an excuse.

Oh!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Excuse us.

'Oh! Oh! Oh!'

Napoleon.

Wake up.

Wake up!

Look.

- Where are we now? Lyons?
- Soon, soon. Look.

Who are they?

Who are they?

Ha! Frenchmen.

Look, people treat you as if you were a-

King.

- Great care must be taken.
- Why?

Any attempt on your part
to gain your rightful share of power

could be looked upon
by your enemies as treason.

Treason's a matter of dates.

I'm sorry, ma'am.
It will take at least two hours to mend.

Oh, do it as quickly as you can.

'And then to the rue de la Victoire.'

Yes, ma'am.

We've missed him!

His brother Joseph will be there
waiting for him with his poison.

Oh, Hortense, I love him so much.

Mama.

She's gone.

She ran off with him.

You know, I am under a curse, Bourrienne.

Like a fragment of rock..

...launched into space.

I want everything out of here now.

Everything.

Everything that reminds me of her.