All language subtitles for The Scoundrel Les

Nicolas Philibert discovered America
on April 12, 1787...

in Charleston, South-Carolina.

He crossed the Atlantic
on a ship of the Indian Trading Company.

Nobody ever learned, why he left France.

Without papers, without money,
he was thrown into jail.

He stayed there for 3 days.

5 years later, he was an object of envy
in the country, that once received him so hostile.

He was about to marry Magreth Davison...

the only daughter of Arthur Davison,
the richest man in South-Carolina...

king of grain trade,
who exported grain to all 4 corners of the earth...

with his more than 80 ships.

That day, everybody presented himself
as friend of Nicolas...

as did his 12 competitors, who hoped
to marry the beautiful heiress...

and were rejected by Arthur Davison.

The mighty shipowner preferred him,
Nicolas Philibert, to everyone else.

Him, who started 5 years ago as a night watchman
in his company and had become his right hand.

2 weeks later, Nicholas Philibert
was aboard the Flying Fish...

a grain freighter heading for France.

Grain and ship blonged to the company
of Arthur Davison...

and Nicolas took it upon himself,
to sell the cargo at this opportunity.

- Mr. Philibert.
- Pardon.

France, one should find
a new name for it.

Our beloved fatherland, a free country
after a thousand years of tyranny.

At last, equal rights for everyone.
brotherhood and virtue.

- But where is Nantes?
- Over there, behind the bay.

- 10 miles in front of the coast.
- You've been here before, haven't you?

- I was born here.
- Oh? And your family still lives here?

- My wife.
- You are very lucky then...

and you didn't tell me anything.
Return to the fatherland...

and to the beloved wife, what an experience.
How wonderfuil it must be, to find...

the people in one creature.
- I come to get a divorce.

A divorce? Congratulations.
The insoluble marriage was madness...

which had to be abolished.
You love each other and love wears off.

But from now on the law prevents,
that hate eats our hearts.

- I believed you wanted to sell grain?
- I can do both.

- Yes of course, but...
- Huhu! Papa!

- They will fall to their deaths.
- Call the children down!

- I can't command them.
- But they are your children.

- Their instincts shall unfold freely.
- But they are no wild apes.

Look , what do you have against apes?
Didn't you read Jean-Jacques Rousseau?

- No, why that?
- Everything on Earth is good and right...

as long as you leave it in its natural
condition and do not spoil it...

by the lies of fine way of life.

Oh, look. They send
a delegation for our welcome.

Hail to you, brother and liberator,
conqueror of despotism!

Hail to you too!
Pride and adornment of humanity!

I thank you, dear friends!
Long live the republic!

And your glorious, young power!

- Starboard and full power!
- But we wanted to go to Nantes!

- No, forbidden! Turn around!
- Why that?

We are at war with England!

But we are Americans
and we bring you grain!

- What?
- We have grain!

Room, citizens! Room! Make Room! Stand back!

- Spit on him, the pig!
- Look at is suit!

Down with England!

- Death to the English!
- This is an American!

- What does he want from us?
- He brought grain.

He brought grain!
He brought grain! Long live America!

Hurra!

My hat! My hat!

Close it! Close it! Close the grate!

We want the grain!
Attack the assembly!

We want the grain!

Sit down! Everybody on their place!
The assembly has not been finished.

You should sit down!

- Here they are!
- We are hungry!

Fresh bread!
Let the ship with the bread in.

- We are hungry!
- But the port has been closed!

- I have orders and must execute them.
- Then go and get a representative!

- Give us the grain!
- Grain!

- The grain! What grain?
- From the American! From that one!

- His ship is in front of the port.
- Let him in!

- You have a ship?
- Yes, the Flying Fish, Company Davison!

- With a cargo of grain?
- 50 tons.

- Grain!
- Sit down, please.

- Who are you?
- Nicolas Philibert.

- You're French? And you come from America?
- Yes.

- English Colony, shelter for the tyranny.
- But we abolished it.

We? That was 15 years ago.
I hope you don't confuse us with them.

The kings were nothing but criminals.
I still see this vermin...

the profiteers and enemies of the people.
I rob them, wherever they may come from.

- No! This man brings us grain!
- You don't say.

You poor fools. As gullible as children,
like children in front of the wolf...

there's no trick that's not up their
sleeves, the enemies of the republic.

How can you know that this grain is not poisoned?
Yes, poisoned.

I am sure. This is a trap.
They will do everything, these rascals.

They are everywhere and they besiege us.
The british rule the sea...

and the royalist rascals lie in ambush.
They are even within our walls.

Yes, even here I see them.
But be warned, there is justice.

I will wear her name. Merciless.
You better not forget that.

- And what with the grain, citizen?
- Throw it into the sea!

Oh, you still doubt me, do you?
Good, get me a sack of that grain.

Then cook a mash of it and give it to the dogs.
The poor cretures...

- You will see how they will perish.
- And him?

He will wait here!

Hey, Nicolas!
Don't you remember me?

- Simon, you are a soldier now?
- National Guard. You came back?

- Yes, as you can see.
- When have you arrived?

- Right now.
- Nicolas, don't run away!

- Who is that?
- Philibert, don't you remember?

It was 5, 6 years ago. Before the revolution.
He duelled with an aristocrat.

A baron, who wanted to have his pretty wife
and he killed him, the baron.

But after that he had to disappear.
He jumped on the first ship and was gone.

- And his wife?
- The matter went to her head.

- She only likes aristocrats now.
- Is she an aristocrat too?

- No, no,she is the daughter of Gosselin.
- Attention, this is all lopsided.

Can't you see? That will fall down.
Come on, hold tight!

- Come on, try harder, boy!
- But I'm trying hard!

- Oh, my God.
- Take care!

Take care, Nicolas is back.
This will be a disaster again.

- But he doesn't look so bad.
- If you've seen him with his poor wife.

- Always quarreling and fighting.
- Gosselin never interfered?

He is nuts about him.
Maybe, because he found him as a baby in a basket.

Over there he lay, in the lane,
on the day of St. Philibert.

- So he is an orphan?
- Yes, he grew up with Charlotte...

and later she became his wife.

Business looks bad.
Nothing is what it used to be.

But my cellars are still full of wine
and I just sell it as good as I can.

- And Charlotte?
- Silence! Quiet, not a word!

Don't speak of her! After all,
you don't know what happens in the city.

This is not very funny at the moment.
You get my drift.

- She caused me much harm, you know.
- Good day, Nicolas.

- This is Lucas. Don't you recognize him?
- Of course. Hey, how's life, Lucas?

Lucas! He's deaf like a nut.
Now, where was I?

- With Charlotte.
- Yes. You have to find out.

You stabbed the Baron
and 6 months later...

she fell in love with a Marquis,
the Marquis de Geron.

She is just megalomaniacal, you know,
like the prophecy of the gypsy...

- And, is she here?
- Who, Charlotte? In Nantes?

Are you mad? All the upper class people
disappeared in '89.

- She's gone, together with her Marquis.
- And where to?

How should I know? I have no idea.
I haven't heard anything for 4 years.

You haven't by any chance come back,
in order to see her again?

- But yes.
- For what reason?

- I want to get a divorce.
- You don't say!

You want to get a divorce, oh!

Nobody would have dared this in my time.

- Monsieur Gosselin!
- Yes!

What's up again?
Wait here.

- Hey! Hey! Looking for your wife.
- Yes?

- I know somebody who can tell you
where she is. - Who?

The sister of the Marquis.
Yes, the one, your wife is living with.

Marquis de Geron. He has a sister
and she is still here.

I see her from time to time in the city.
I know that she visits a house, quite near me.

You're not deaf, are you?

- That depends.
- Come on, I'll show you where the house is.

- Let me go. I have to work.
- Come on! Get going!

Let me go! Let me go!

I know that he is with you!
All hell is breaking loose in the Town Hall.

We locked him up in a writing room
and when they came up to get him, he was gone.

Out of the window.

That looks like him.
Oh great, for the second time!

There is the house.

They are upstairs, you are being expected.

Once again.

Yes.

Ah, at last.

Now, you!

Well, come on.

- Reading notes never was one of my strengths.
- Who sends you to me?

- No one. - Who are you?
I'm looking for Madame de Geron.

- But I was told...
- Where are your manners?

- Who opened the door for you?
- Slowly, my dears!

- Now, tell us who you are!
- Put the knife away first, Then I'll talk.

- There you go, here he is!
- Nicolas, what do you do now?

For an hour I've been searching everywhere.
You're not interested in your ship anymore?

I'm coming.

Who lives here?
I'm asking you, who owns this house?

What?

These dogs, they really dig in.

There he is, our saviour.
The benefactor of the French people.

Come into my arms, friend from America.
Your grain is excellent.

Bring his ship into the harbour.
Now get lost, you already ate too much.

This is property of the people.
Away, you mongrels! These bastards!

Take them away! Now!

What's wrong, Simon? What bothers you?
So, dear friend, you come with me.

Soon our celebration of saneness will begin
and you will be the hero of the celebration...

apart from me, of course

And, what do you think? I already told you,
the day would come.

Now you see, we made it.

What did you do all the time?
- Business.

- You're not ashamed?
- Without trade the world would not exist.

Say, for the way back, did you already
accept cargo for your ship?

- Not yet.
- Don't keep on searching - I have what you need.

I fill your storage with muscatel wine.
And if the Americans don't like white wine...

I have Bordeaux too and everything you could
ever want. We'll make a fortune.

- Who is that?
- The goddess of reason.

No, I mean her.
Who is this? Do you know her?

Oh her, that is Pauline de Geron,
the sister of the Marquis.

If you want to learn anything about Charlotte,
you have to ask her.

Thank you, I already thought as much.

Oh you beast! Give me that.

You'll pay for that!

Rascal! You, a traitor too!

Don't let him get away!

Let me go!

Faster! Get her!

Come on, everybody over here!
Cover all exits!

Make room!
To the guillotine with the traitor!

- Please, let me explain.
- Silence! You only make your situation worse!

You at least have to let me speak!

Your bearing is that of a monarchist,
your voice that of a rebel...

and your gaze is shrewd, like the
one of an intrigant. For the last time...

tell us the names of your accomplices!
- I don't have any accomplices!

There, do you hear citizens, the cheek.
How dare you to humiliate the dignity...

of this court, instead of admitting your guilt.
You helped her escape.

- We have any number of witnesses.
- But I didn't even know her.

- I only arrived yesterday.
- Yesterday. He admits it.

- Yes, you are an agent of the aristocracy.
- What, me? I, who killed...

the first aristocrat,
four years before the revolution.

You hadn't even assaulted La Bastille,
when I had already killed a baron.

Let your lawyer speak!

There is no punishment too hard,
for such a despicable criminal, like my client.

You rascal!

Thank you, you did your duty.
Citizens, Jury?

Sentenced to death. Next one.

You are all absolutely crazy.

Should Philibert be executed?
What will the Americans say?

- Let them. We will get along without them.
- And the people? Are they supposed to starve?

- You're getting on my nerves!
- There, here is my resignation.

Stop! Stay! Simon!
Come back, you hear?

- Ach, stubborn like a donkey.
- Here!

- What else is there?
- The resignation of the Citizen's Council.

Not a nice view, huh?
But stil not everything is lost.

Look left, around the corner!

Do you see the window?

Too high!

Lavier, Edmond!
Vaguz, Julienne!

Philibert, Nicolas.

- Henri?
- Let him! Come!

Stop! No, not through here.

Come quick!
Don't go away,

I'll return tonight.

Where is your American friend?
He has to be quick...

- I don't have time.
- Nicolas Philibert! Nicolas Philibert!

- What's wrong?
- He must be here, call again.

- Nicolas Philibert!
- Everything is in order.

Nicolas is saved.

- When does your ship leave?
- Tomorrow morning.

- And where is it?
- We have to go to the mouth of the river.

Me a royalist, you're very wrong here.
I was a member of the parliament, yes, me.

And I was among those
that assaulted the Bastille.

I was the author of the declaration
of Human Rights, together with Mirabeau.

But you can't understand that.

In the beginning everything was clear and easy.
And then it became difficult, my people abstained.

Oh well, my friend,
the beginning is always the best.

They claimed, I had enriched myself
with property of the church.

Just because I bought a small monastery.
But tell me, who didn't buy anything in the year 1790?

They all helped themselves.
Look at that, the ring of an archbishop.

You know, these were all just conspiracies,
only intrigues, Envy and jealousy.

Come!

Friends of the King. Royalists.

Protect us, Monsieur.
We mean no harm, we are refugees.

But...

- There! Catch him!
- You son of a bitch!

Bind him! Hands on the back!
Your last moment has come.

You murder of the king!
He is a blue one, a spy!

The lantern!

Go! Go, you are free!

Go, run!

Give me the ring!

Come on!

Stop! There they come.

Oh, it's you. Oh Monsieur,
Monsieur, you are not injured?

Hallo!

Henry!

It seems to be our fate that we meet again.

Are you frightened?

My sister informed me about your
heroic deed in Nantes.

- You saved the most precious thing that I have.
- Your sister?

I am the Marquis de Geron, your servant.
Demand of me what you want.

- Where are we going?
- To my brother in Grandchamp.

His quarter is there.

They are all on our side,
from Cholet to Fougères.

In a month we have 100.000 men
and conquer Nantes.

In half a year the white flag will flutter again upon
Notre Dame and the republic is forgotten.

Come, my dear!

Look!
This noble man is my saviour!

Oh, my son.
The Lord may bless you for your heroic deed!

- What a bold young man.
- Please allow an old Chevalier de St. Louis...

You warm my last days.

You are unrhythmic, dear.

- Good evening.
- Do they know who you are?

- Not yet.
- Don't say a word, I beg you.

- How long have you been here?
- 10 minutes.

- In France?
- 2 days.

- Why did you come?
- To see you.

Charlotte, this is the man,
who saved Paulineda's life.

- I don't even know your name.
- That's right. What is your name, Monsieur?

- Didn't I tell you?
- No.

- Because you didn't ask me yet.
- Oh well, now I'm asking.

Then I will tell you my name.

- The excitement was too much.
- Do you have smelling salts?

- Please, Monsieur.
- No,look. What is this?

- Brandy.
- No alcohol, bring cold water.

- Are you a doctor?
- No, but I'm used to this.

- Move a little to the side.
- Not here, let's take her away.

Saint-Aubin, help us!

- Quick.
- Where?

- Upstairs.
- Good.

- You just keep on stepping on my toes.
- Shut up, help!

Head down and away with the pillows.
Put that under her legs.

They must lie high. And cover her,
she needs warmth, that's good.

- It's getting better, let me.
- Go, that's enough.

- I will bring a glass of water for you.
- No, monsieur, thank you...

that's not necessary.
- I only wanted to help you.

- Let me be.
- She's recovering.

Yes, she's resting. That's all she's doing,
while I struggle along.

- Try to keep composure.
- Don't touch me.

Don't call me Pauline.

And stop following me with your lowly wishes.
Go away!

- Why?
- Because you're being asked.

- What was your name?
- Bastillac.

- Gascogner?
- Yes, as you can see.

- And your accent?
- Lost.

Get lost now!
Go away! Go!

- You are very hot.
- I am cold as ice.

- I will get a doctor.
- No. This is from the dance.

I know what you miss,
a forest, a horse and a wild hunt.

- Do you believe that?
- You're losing your color...

because I'll keep you locked up.
But now you will accompany me...

and use a weapon. It's yours!
- But I faint when I see blood.

You can shoot birds.
I know, you will fight well.

- What is it?
- No, I'm begging you. No.

No. Henry.

She's trying to attract attention.
I despise her.

I'd kill her if I could,
but I don't want to hurt him.

- Who is she?
- A girl of the lower classes.

- She wants him to marry her. For eight years.
- And she's still unmarried?

- She was married.
- To whom?

A good for nothing. He is dead.
Indians in America ate him.

Oh, I forgot something.
I still have something for you.

Yes?

- The prince!
- My God.

- Monsieur, you are earlier than expected.
- Is that an accusation?

- No. Wee were just not prepared.
- Oh, what's the difference.

- I sleep on a hard mattress, like we all do.
- Oh, Monseigneur.

But, please.

- What a joy to see you again.
- Welcome, Monseigneur.

- Which way did you take?
- We went all across Segret.

- Huhu!
- No, not now.

Good.

- What did you want?
- Wrong moment.

6 years ago you disappeared and now
you suddenly reappear and sulk.

- I live a new life without you.
- Yes, I heard you're a widow now.

- What should I do? It was the easiest way.
- At least I was eaten by savages.

- Says who?
- Pauline.

Oh, the slut.
I'll scratch her eyes out.

In immovable devotion
to our ancestors, our lilies...

and the Holy Church, for God, for the King.

- Are you crazy?
- I'm tired.

Get up. Come, you have to disappear,
Henry will be back any moment.

- I'll tell him that I'm not dead.
- Oh no, you have no right to do that.

- By the way, I was at your father's.
- Ah yes. And what did he say?

- He is broken, for four years.
- And all because of me?

- Tragic.
- What does he look like?

- No hair, no teeth, a wreck.
- Oh, my God.

Yes, it's a terrible sight.
And how much he loves you.

Oh. Get out of here!
Come, clear off now!

Oh, in a stable.

May I request you to follow me.

- I am sick of this hide and seek!
- Please, don't.

No, no!

- Marvellous.
- We received 300 pieces of them.

This will be a real massacre.
Sheffields, I'd bet on that.

Oh yes. The Count Darton will have a
thanksgiving service.

- I have to speak to you.
- Henry!

- What's the matter?
- The controllers want to go.

Come. There are horses behind the church,
take one and disappear, please.

- Tell them, I'll come. Excuse me?
- Yes, go, I'll wait here.

- Where are they?
- They are already on the move.

Oh, Madame, there you are.
Did someone hide you?

- Hidden, why this?
- Because I came.

No. I ask you, Monseigneur, no.
please don't come up here.

What a strange behaviour?
What is this supposed to mean?

I beg you. Why so stubborn?

- Did I hurt you?
- No, that's nothing.

To suffer for you is my pleasure.
I have to speak with you.

A lady like you in these surroundings,
how can he dare. In the stench of cows.

What a lout. I admire you,
for your endurance.

- What's wrong, are you searching for something?
- You're bleeding. Give me your hand.

Take it..
You still love him?

- Who?
- Geron.

Oh, yes.

- And when will he marry you? Oh no.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

He cannot decide.
But I, Madame, I am determined.

- You remember what I told you in Rennes.
- That was so long ago.

The promise is still valid. I offer you
my name and a bright future.

Say yes ynd you are my wife.
What can you expect from Geron?

He treats you like a courtesan.
He will never marry you.

- I believe he will marry me.
- And when?

Tomorrow morning! In the village chapel.

Do me the honor of being our best man.

Oh, my beloved.
She has to lie down. Let her go.

I am here, Charlotte.

No alcohol, are you crazy?

- You frightened her.
- No, that was you.

- She needs vinegar. And pepper.
- Ach. Let me do it.

- Ow, you're hurting me, what's wrong?
- But... I only wanted the best.

It smells like something's burning.

- Fire! Quick, help him!
- Where is water?

Back there!

Requiem! Quick, come up!
You're needed.

In God's name, what's up?

Come quick, your elixir.

- You will see, his medicine works wonders.
- Oh, no.

Go ahead.

- What's wrong now?
- The good news was too much for her.

- Your brother will marry her tomorrow.
- What a joy.

Madame Princess, Madame La Marquis,
Monseignieur, your Highness.

- Yes.
- Oh, there you are.

- I can't stand it here anymore.
- Neither can I.

Let's go. Let's follow de Charet
and fight together.

- Oha, fight?
- Yes. I can become your wife too.

I think, this is not the right moment.

Mademoiselle. Mademoiselle, I insulted
you, please don't be angry with me.

- I am not quite myself.
- Monsieur, you feel the same way?

Everyone's got his own problems.

If you knew what my brother intends to do.
Tomorrow with this ugly hag.

- Everybody believes in someone...
- It is terrible.

- It is natural.
- I tell you everything about me...

and I don't know anything of you.
- I will tell you everything later.

My, friends, you all know why
I came to you tonight.

I was in London 10 days ago
and I spoke to the brother of the king.

He gave me a letter that is
adressed to everyone of you.

- "Loyal and devoted subjects..."
- We can't have a big celebration then.

- I will read a silent mass..
- No, I want a high mass.

- We have no organ.
- Take a bagpiper.

Madame, this wedding ceremony will be the
most beautiful experience of my priesthood.

- You don't like it?
- The ring of our archbishop!

This is my bridal present.

- Tell me, Geron, allow me to continue?
- Silence!

"Loyal and devoted subjects,
night has fallen on our palaces...

and cabins, but God will see
our lilies bloom again.

The first light of day has risen...

The first light of day has risen
on the borders of our kingdom.

Europe's rulers come to help us,
the republic sways under their blows...

the Prussians stand in the Alsace,
the Spaniards are over the Pyrenees...

but you, the fighters from the Bretagne,
you will deal the deadly blow...

against the desecrators of throne and altar.
The fighting spirit of your deeds...

promises us further success. our victory
is certain, your duties are clear.

March to Nantes and conquer the city.

Provide a harbour base to the English fleet."

- No!
- You have an objection?

- I have enough now, thank you very much.
- You insult our prince?

- You better take care of your sister!
- What does this mean?

- Say that again!
- Ask Pauline, what she did just now...

with this adventurer in the garden.
With this Monsieur Bastillac.

Henry!

- One moment. Here is my glove!
- Keep it!

- I expect your seconds!
- Let me be!

He is worthy of mine, more than others.
Heaven sent him to me.

When you marry this woman tomorrow,
I'll throw myself into his arms...

He can do with me what he wants.

- Pauline!
- Henry!

Geron! Finish this now!
This man loves his sister more than you do.

Even a blind man can see that.
And you want to marry him?

- Don't do it. Still there is time.
- A nobleman never evades a challenge.

Shut up!

- Draw!
- Your sword is in the service of your king...

and not in your own.
Stop these childish games!

- Let me go!
- Listen!

- Got to your Pauline!
- That doesn't mean anything.

Do you think I'm stupid?

Oh, Madame, there you are.
It has been decided.

- I take you with me.
- You're joking, right?

I never was as serious.
The hour has come.

The gypsy prophesied, you will become
a princess, thanks to me.

Oh, let go of me!

What are you thinking? You!

Monseigneur. What did you do?
You have to escape.

Stop dreaming. Your princes,
your magic, dead for all time.

- Besides, you love none of them both.
- But yes.

- Whom?
- That is my business, I think.

Draw, Monsieur.
Don't you have a sword?

- I am ready, citizen!
- To the arms!

En garde!

He's mine!

Kill him!

Stop him!

- I love only you.
- Henry.

I always thought of you,
even when I was with her.

Why didn't you tell me?

We're lost.

I thought, a woman of the people
would not make you jealous.

I am afraid, Henry. We have to
separate. Take her as your wife.

- You want it?
- I will go with Bastillac.

- Oh, no.
- Yes. It has to be.

- Give him my hand in marriage.
- No, you are crazy, let me go!

No, I don't want to! I don't want to!
You let go of me, do you hear!

- Charlotte, stop this!
- I want to go back!

- There he is, get him!
- Now we have him!

- Catch that pig!
- Attack him! Grab him!

He hit our prince!
He called him a citizen,

He is a republican spy,
I knew it at once. Grab him!

- A blue one!
- There he is!

Get him!

- Down with the pig!
- Beat him to death, the blue one!

Now, finish him!

After him, stop him!

Leave him to me!

Henry! Stop! please, don't, stop!
I'm begging you!

- You killed him!
- I hope so. One shot less.

But this is Nicolas,
Nicolas Philibert, he is my husband.

And you killed him. You murderer!
I hate you! I hate you!

We got him!

- Here, I got him!
- Get out, you devil.

Now we have you by the collar.

Let him go! Let him go!
Cowards, let go of him!

- Madame, he is a republican.
- Right he is!

Hold her tight, you fools!
Catch her!

- Come on, after her!
- Don't let her get away!

Bastillac, do you know who that is?
This is Philibert, the murderer of the baron.

- They can't be far away yet.
- There are two. Stop them!

- Where are the two?
- Escaped.

- We have to go back.
- Release the dogs!

- What's it?
- Nothing. And you?

- Nothing. They have escaped.
- They can go to hell.

Back! We're going home.

- We can't let go of each other.
- Yes, I knew that.

- And if we die tomorrow?
- That makes no difference. We stay together.

Do you remember the first time
that we slept on a tree?

In the garden of your father.
You have been eight years old.

- You did everything that I wanted you to.
- Did I change?

Turn around. You're all dishevelled.

- What is that?
- Oh, nothing. No, let go.

Show me.

- Who is this?
- The daughter of a businessman, Arthur Davison.

That is, Arthur is the name of her father.

- Her name is Margret. I have to...
- No, I'm not angry at you.

- A man cannot stay alone.
- You haven't been alone either.

Unfortunately she looks a bit stupid.

Well, you know, this girl...
this woman... well, this young girl...

- She's not married yet.
- She wanted to marry.

Yes, but she can't marry someone,
who is already married.

- That's true.
- You see.

- Keep your head still.
- Who keeps still in these times?

Everything is in motion. Even love.
In old times, you had to stay together...

even if you did not like each other.
Today, there's divorce.

- What is that?
- Some kind of new law, you know.

You go to the Town Hall, sign a paper,
and the marriage is rescinded, settled.

- But that is idiotic. A white hair.
- What I wanted to tell you...

Now you're beautiful again. Kiss me!

- Um, as I was saying, Margret...
- The daughter of Arthur?

- You mean, she wants to marry you?
- Oh yes. What did you think of that?

Since we are just about it, I thought,
we two, I mean, we could...

Well, in a word...
Shouldn't we get a divorce?

- That is why you came back?
- Yes.

- And you are telling me this right now?
- What time would be better?

- Tonight you wanted something else.
- Indeed.

Don't touch me, you mean bastard!
You are still a lying, cheating cad.

With you, I ruined my whole life.
my childhood, my whole youth.

Who was round me all the time?
Who followed me everywhere?

- Always between my legs.
- You wanted that yourself.

And even if once I find a friend,
what happens, you kill him.

- Me?
- Did I kill the Baron?

He provoked me! This is enough now!
Have you finished with your insults?

You shameless womanizer! Now you can
search for her, your little stupid girl.

Give it to me! You will pay for this! Come here!

Help!

- What's wrong?
- Listen, your highness!

Get gone, I don't want to see you again!
Go back to your America!

- That I will do and right now.
- Go and marry your rich heiress!

And you your dusty wigs!

Monseigneur, what luck.

Ah, Madame, what a marvel.
I did not dare to hope anymore.

Rescue me of this good for nothing,
I never want to see him again.

- Of whom?
- Of him!

- Is he still there? With pleasure!
- No!

- You don't seem to know what you want.
- She never did, she always was like this.

- I'm aiming.
- I just want to get rid of him.

- So that I can live.
- With me?

- I'm getting a divorce.
- The divorce, a good law.

- We have to keep it. We turn back!
- Nobody asks for my opinion?

- I don't want to.
- But you wanted to!

- Yes, but not like this.
- Oh, he is so stubborn.

- Requiem! Now a liquor.
- The dreamland stuff?

Yes, and plenty.

vThe divorce office?
- Line up like everybody else.

- A disabled person.
- It's his right too.

- He's woken up.
- But no. Look.

Today it's even more than last week.
I'm already doing it for the third time.

This is my third divorce,
since Christmas.

Isn't that a proof of my love,
to throw myself into such dangers?

What a dirty little conspiracy!
I never will suffer treason!

Lock the doors! Man the exits!
and get rid of this complainer.

Throw them all out and quick!

You heard it, that's it for today!
Nothing left to do. Go home!

Hey, I'm not lining up here for nothing!

- No use anymore!
- This is the end for today! Go home!

No, I'm sorry, that's it for today.
No, we close now

- We bring a critically ill person.
- Come tomorrow. Hey, what does this mean?

- All right, but this is the last one!
- Thank you.

- Ok, this is it.
- Day of marriage?

- February 14, 1786.
- You mean 8. Ventôse 1786?

- Yes.
- Good luck, don't get sentimental.

The next, please.
The last ones, quick, let's hurry up.

Philibert, Nicolas Albert Marie
and Gosselin, Charlotte Julie Clarisse.

- Gosselin, you?
- Yes.

- Philibert, you?
- No, him.

- What's wrong with him?
- Very sick.

- The legs?
- No, the head.

- Should I give him another sip?
- Not here, my friend.

Well, I can understand you.
To live with him is not funny.

- Don't.
- I find it funny.

Citizens, you have decided,
to break the bonds...

that bound you both?
- Yes.

- And your husband?
- Write yes.

- But he has to say it.
- Come on, say it.

- Now he said it.
- So, what?

Write yes, he said yes.

- Go on, write it.
- Today the citizens...

- Take cover!
- Onward!

This rabble! I will crush them!
I felt it, that it would come.

This is a conspiracy. Fire!

Shoot them down! Come, give me,
give me, give me a gun!

- I shoot them down.
- Surrender, you are arrested!

Come and get me, damned son of a bitch!

Ah, there he is,
the soul of the conspiracy.

He is to blame of it all!
Like a rat he crept out of his hole.

- Nicolas.
- Hands off!

- What are you doing?
- Hands up! Come on!

Come on!

Come on, the divorce!
Quick, give me the papers!

Where are your witnesses?

- There have to be two.
- You, over there, come here.

Me?

- Well, what's up? Yes or no?
- Nobody ever appealed to an honorable heart in vain.

My honorable friend, you know it.
You will testify before the tribunal.

And should they believe that
I will tremble with fear, they are wrong.

You are free, I grant you pardon.

You will testify for me, you will bear
witness of what an upright man I am.

You laugh, how wonderful.
Your humour encourages me. Yes!

We will make it, nothing is lost yet!

- I arrest you in the name of the law.
- What kind of farce is this?

An order of the welfare committee.
You will answer to the Convent in Paris

- Answer.
- That's not true, is it?

I thank you, courageous citizens!
You helped to eliminate an enemy of the people.

The convent will judge him!

Long live Robespierre!

- Monseigneur.
- Silence!

- This is the prince. I was his bondsmaid.
- But you're mistaken, Madame.

You hear? Now he calls me Madame.
In the past he treated me differently.

- He gave us beatings.
- Shut up, you slut!

Up, quick! Retreat!

Yes, this is good. Over here!
Come on.

Yes!

Charlotte, my dear!

- Be quiet. Everything's fine.
- I was at the Gypsy's.

- Oh, she and her prophecies.
- But she was right.

She said to Charlotte:
"You will be a princess."

Oh fine, then she'll be a princess now.
It was planted into her head.

Calm down. You will see,
everything is fine.

Look.

- Where are we?
- You must not get up.

- Where are we going?
- To America. We have already set sail.

- And you?
- I go with you. I would like to see.

Don't be depressed.
You don't have any sorrows anymore.

Everything's settled. Your grain was sold.
In eight hours everything was gone.

And they paid in gold, oh yes.
In bright gold pieces, no paper money.

- And how much?
- Now you wake up, huh? 7.000 pounds

And this is not all. I loaded all my wine.

450 barrels red and 800 white.
With such a business, I better go myself.

You introduce me to Mr. Davison.
In-laws have to understand each other.

- Davison, Margret.
- But yes, that is in order.

You will marry your fiancée.
And you will be rich. Look at this.

- What is it?
- Your divorce certificate, signed and legal.

The paper! Quick, catch it!

Catch it, quick!
Come on! Jump!

It must not sink! No!

Oh, merciful God.
Where do you go?

- I must go back and start again.
- Stop! Stay here, Nicolas!

Are you mad!

Nicolas!
Come back! Don't be stupid!

He's still in love with her.
They will never get away from each other.

- Say, where have they all gone?
- To the Chateau de Charet.

- Is the prince among them?
- No, he's travelling someplace else.

He's breaking through to the emigrants,
to the Prussians. To Koblenz.

The French are everywhere down there,
You will become acquainted with all of them.

Every day there will be balls and celebrations.
I will introduce you to the prince.

- He's playing an excellent Domino.
- I am cold.

I will buy a beautiful house,
with an porcelain oven from Meissen and a garden...

that goes in steps down to the Rhine.
- Will we live beside the Rhine?

Oh yes, you just wait.
There it is.

They will have a boat. And domestics,
who serve them Chocolate.

- And is it still very far?
- Now we are here, which means,

3/4 of the way are behind us.
The day after tomorrow we are saved.

Relax a little.

- Go to sleep.
- If only I could.

- You know, what once was prophesied to me?
- That you will be a princess...

- It's astonishing, yes.
- And it is the same with Nicolas.

She told him:
"You will make your fortune in a new world...

where you will be rich and famous."

In a yellow carriage?
They passed by here last night.

They went on to Montague.

Hopp!

- Come on, boys, get up!
- Come on, on your feet!

- Hey, stop this!
- Hey, up with you!

Hey, slowly my friend!
Not quite so fast.

- We have been marching for a week.
- Where do you want to go?

- To Sauverne.
- Where they fight? Are you volunteers?

- Of course. Aren't you?
- Hey!

Hey!

Don't you believe that the battle is over
before we even arrive?

- Do you know where he is from? From Bajonne.
- You?

- From Paris. And where are you from?
- From America.

- I don't know what's so funny about it?
- If it's true, you surpass us all.

From America, to fight for us.
Let me hug you, brother.

Long live the republic!

Citizens, Soldiers, listen. The whole
world looks on you, on this country.

You will not fight against foreign people...

but against the tyranny
that chains them.

Still the kings of Europe talk down to us
in the language of the aristocracy.

Let victorious battles be our answer!

Citizens, soldiers, the peoples...

- Stop! Come on!
- No, don't, we go on.

- Let it be!
- Hands off, my friend!

Listen closely my boy,
you keep to it, you understand?

- Come on, hurry up a little.
- The clothes merchant, that's you?

- Yes.
- where do you want to go?

- Straßburg.
- You'll never get there...

the Austrians are in Sauverne.
- But we have to go back home.

He can't expect it to get to the front
Nobody can slow him down.

- Do you know where he's coming from?
From America! - You see it, citizens.

They come to us from all over the world.
We will ot remain alone.

All nations extend us their hands.
Vive I'Amérique!

Long live the friends of the republic!
Hurra to the Americans!

Praise him!

- What's up?
- There, Nicolas!

Oh no, you're dreaming.

- He is still there.
- This is all your nerves.

So get a grip on yourself,
soon the nightmare will be over.

- Taumbure?
- That's me.

- I thought, you would not come.
- Mount, we have to go on.

Drive faster!

- The Austrians?
- Two miles ahead of us.

Yesterday we could have outflanked them,
but today this is impossible anymore.

We must go directly there,
break through the French lines.

Stay in cover, you never know!

- What's up?
- There he is, right beside us!

- But this cannot be true.
- Oh, Charlotte, a surprise.

Hey, man, this is my wife.
What are you doing here?

- And you?
- I'm going to a wedding.

- To whose wedding?
- My own.

- He has become mad.
- Get lost, leave us in peace!

- Do they want to go to the Austrians?
- She wants to go to the emigrants?

- Whether you want to go to the emigrants?
- You are funny...

you and your America.
- That's over, I'll stay here, in our France.

Who will abandon the republic?

Everybody has to help.
Am I right, citizens?

- Come on now, Requiem!
- Faster, you beasts!

- Don't go. I need you on my wedding.
- What for? You've got your divorce papers.

I lost it, it's swimming in the water.
Quick, come!

Help, Monseigneur.
You despicable scoundrel! You miserable rascal!

And don't take advantage of my situation!
Hands off! Let go or I'll bite.

- Come on, try it!
- You swine You brutal bastard!

Charlotte, stay here!
Don't be stupid,

- We already lost enough time.
- Why doesn't he let me leave in peace?

- Because he loves you, Madame.
- Monseigneur, he's back again!

- Shoot him!
- No!

No!

Madame.

Nicolas! Caution!

- Come, quick! The gun!
- Get going!

Faster! Faster!

- And your wife?
- You can have her.

- Oh, no! I don't want to!
- Oh, stop it!

- I'm begging you, Madame, people are watching.
- Stop staring, will you?

- I have nothing to do with you.
- But you belong to us.

- We will marry.
- Never!

Charlotte!

- Emperor, what does it mean, the Emperor?
- I will tell the Emperor.

- Good, go to him.
- I will, tonight.

You bastard, if you do that,
I will... wait!

- What do you wnat to tell him?
- Oh, you will see.

- You will see something else.
- You despicable scoundrel, you!

I will...

15 years later the prophecy
of the gypsy was fulfilled.

She told Charlotte:
"You will be a princess."

And to Nicolas: "You will make your fortune
in a new world."

In the year 1809 General Philibert was
appointed prince by Napoleon.