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Christians, all come here to listen a real speech

And hear my ballad tell

Of three inhuman monsters

Who lived in bygone times

They murdered passers-by in truly heinous crimes

ln the Ard�che, at Peyrebeill$ in the Vivarais

They set up their trade on a lonely highway

On this road stood the Red Inn

The secret den of bloody sin

These monsters had a daughter, apple oftheir eye

But she had no lover though her charms ran h!igh

Few inns in France, whether of repute or wild

Can boast a maid as chaste as the Martin child

Th$r$ wer$ so many victims that they remain beyond count

At a hundred and thirty-three some put the amount

But a thousand might well be closer to the mark

Tr$mbl$, on$ and all to hear of crimes so da!rk

Neighbours on this tranquil mountain scene

Held Martin and his wife in high esteem

Morally th$y rated a clean bill of health

For esteem often follows in the wake of wealth

An organ-grinder tramping the way

One snowy night, all unaware

Came to the inn with his monkey

And fell victim to the snare

finish it ofl, too!

Let him go, he won't talk

How do you know these brut$s don't talk? Just a minute...

Shoot it!

No gunfire, do it with a knife

- That do$s it! - No, leave it to me

l thought it was the organ-grinder!

The monkey will think so, too. Go and hide

When w$ shar$ out, can l have the organ? l didn't steal it

- B$astly Blackamoor! - It wasn't me, it was her

l don't care! Give me that... nowjust you wait!

Well, now... hunters

Jugged hare is vey good

Or even a bacon omelette

l was talking to you about serious matters. Aren't you hungy?

Yes. Is it far to the monastey?

We won't be there before midnight

Oh, f... for the love of God, my stafl!

l can feel a t$rribl$ draught between my legs

Where am I?

Oh, Father... an abyss

lt's the bridge, then

lt's the bridge, w$'re not far from the inn

- What inn, Father? - A nice inn, boy

You've been there?

Never inside, but it's renowned

Now that l come to think of it...

... l wonder if God placed it in our path

For God s$$s all, and He must know that we can go no further

Suppose it should be a nic$ haunch of boar...

... cooked in red wine with a nice �hestnut sau�e?

Will we be there soon?

No, ther$'s at least four hours to go yet

There's still tim$ for us to b$ attacked a hundred times

Oh my God, what am l doing here among all the highwaymen?

lfyour so afraid, you shouldn't gad about flaunting your diamonds

l'm not gadding about! l've attended a dearly loved sister's funeral

And this is all l have leR of her

Poor little Adelaide

lt's $asy to b$ brave ifyou've nothing to loose

l'd be happy to have what she has to loose!

lt would hardly make you wealthy, sir

Mittens for moth$r, a snu_-box for father, a spelling-book for our servant

l'm teaching him to read. He's a black

A black! But they're savages... Aren't you afraid?

No, ours is vey gentle, vey sweet

The monkey... Iook!

Help! Your axe!

- What about my axe? - Highwaymen!

So what? l haven't any money. so they won't do anything to me

He'll let us all be murder$d, just because he has no money

Protect me, sir!

Well? What is it?

A vision from hell, with plumes and a long tail

lt bit my nose and took to the skies. Result: the sha_'s broken

We are doomed!

Keep you s$ats. Ther$'s an inn where we can mend it

- It's quite near - Could we sleep there?

What do you think, sir?

Alas, a painful duty urges me on my way

My poor father is at death's door

This inn will probably be cawling with vermin, anyway

There are no vermin at our establishment, Madame

lf Mathild$ were here, it wouldn't have happened

l don't like her being away, either

The three of us are like children when she isn't here

What's the use of complaining? There's work to be done

Is that all?

- It wasn't worth the bother - He said he'd done well

Never believe a strolling player

- You know l don't smoke - Stop grumbling all the time

l've got too many knives already

Don't take it, then

- What's this? - Tarot cards

God almighty! It's Death!

H$'s dead isn't he? The cards never lie

But l turned it up, not him

Pick anoth$r on$ and you'll have better luck

The Monkey!

l knew it, that monkey's going to be the end of us

Burn all this

The organ, too

Not the music, Madam$ promis$d. l'm bored. l need some amusement here

All right, take it. You can have it

Don't wory, l'll get it back later

Someone's knocking

Mathilde! We didn't expect you until tomorrow

l was dying to get home

- You're not alone? - No, l've brought other travellers

What a darling child! This is really too much, my dear

We wer$ lam$nting our luck, too Well, you should never say die

- Are they armed? - No, just an axe

- Shall we finish our game? - Certainly

There's time befor$ dinner, and l'm always ready to oblige

Mulled wine for eveyone, Madame

What a lovely fire

But what a strange smell it has

We were just burning some old cloths

How sensible; one gets so attached to old things

Did you know our coach was attacked?

You weren't robbed, l hope

No, thank God, or th$y'd have taken this

l'm sure you've nev$r se$n one like it

They don't grow on trees hereabouts

- Will you help me? - With pleasure, Madame

What now?

Our shaR's broken; can you Iend us one?

A shaft? l couldn't really say

l'll have to look in the barn

please God, let him find a shaft!

We'll do this job and then retire to the county

- What are you looking at? - The big one with the axe

But look at the necklace. My pig$on, l shalll give it to you

lt will suit you well

You really shouldn't, darling

Don't wory about the man with the axe, he won't be around long

Your mistake was not taking my six

l did think of it, but too late

Have you any money?

No, only my axe

So l saw

l could pay you in work

We don't need anybody, we do eveything ourselves. Drink up and go

Get going!

- Do l r$ally have to go? - Right now

l can't set ofl in the dark

Now h$'s the one that's afraid of highwaymen!

They won't harm you, you have no money!

You were talking big in the coach. Now it's our turn!

- In the hayloft, perhaps? - There's no room

- l'll curl up small - You'd still be too big

You've nothing to wory about. You're too big for thieves to attack

Much too strong... you're lucky, you are

B$ing strong comes in handy sometimes. Goodbye, ofl you go

What about the shaR?

No shaft... we haven't any shaft

We'v$ look$d eveywhere, haven't we, Marie? No shaR

The ones we have are no use, you'd just have an accident

Then we must spend the night here

And you'll sleep the sleep ofthe dead

How nice, l love this house

Better to miss a business appointment than risk dying

- l'm a widower, so l'm in no hury - My poor father is waiting...

H$ won't mind hanging on one more night

Our Christmas ham?

Nothing is too good for them; we owe them that much

Monsieur, two ofthem are playing cards

One is taking all the other's money

What diff$rence does it make? We're going to kill them all

Which room are you giving me, child?

Our Midas room

You have many wealthy travellers?

Not as wealthy as you, Madame

l hope the bed's nice

Oh, well, it will do for one night

This room is already occupied, my girl

This one is almost as nice

Provided my neighbour doesn't snore

Rest assured

He should be in the garden by now

l knew we'd forgotten something

- l hope he was sleeping - Like a baby

He was an artiste; h$ doesn't weigh much

Where are you going? Not that way!

Where should l put him? By the pear tree?

No, that's where the pharmacist is

True, there's little room left now

Hury!

l'm glad this one came along

H$ had a lovely music-box... a box with a handle you turn

You don't have to learn music, you just turn the handle

lf learning to read was as easy...

l've brought you a spelling-book

You needn't have bothered

l'm going to make music all the time now

Where is he?

We'll loose him if you leave him lying

The ground's too hard to dig

What are we going to do?

Wait, do what l tell you

We're saved, Janou! Do you see the light?

l was afraid they'd be in bed

The downstairs windows ar$ lit, which means they're still at table

We're going to sit down with them and join in the conversation

Should th$y prov$ to b$ rowdy company, with drunks or loose women there...

... well, in that case...

We'll leave

You're joking! We'll eat in our room, that's all

Will they welcome us without money?

You don't know how kind-hearted the Iocal people are, Janou

Did you hurt yourself, Father?

lt would n$ver $nt$r their minds to make a poor monk pay

They know God will reward them by blessing their endeavours

A pretty child making a snowman

With a n$gro... all black against the white snow

Isn't he handsome?

l should say so

And you are a vey pretty young lady

l shall imagine my guardian angel as looking like you

May l?

You may, too

Can I?

lt looks as if you can, all right

That's enough for a novice

That's got this Fellow laughing; l must kiss him, too

Your snowman isn't finished, he lacks a nose

- Don't touch it! - l'm only making him a nose

He hasn't a pipe

l've got his pipe

Your poor snowman hasn't a hat, either

Now that's a real snowman for you

A bit fat; you can t$ll he ate at a good inn

Now let us pray he won't melt tonight

lt's getting milder

Lead the way, Fetiche

- What's a novice? - l am

Vey nice, too. And what does it do

Becomes a monk

Like him?

Not right away; it takes time to become a monk

You have to learn Latin, Greek, even Hebrew

The Old and New Testaments, and all the prayers

ls your heart broken? Why not wait until it is before becoming a monk?

You have to have a girl to break your heart

A girl is less hard to master than Latin

l don't know... l don't know Latin, or girls, either

Look, he's lost his pipe

Well, Latin is something l can't teach you

You mustn't catch cold, Father

Some mulled win$ for the reverend Father

What time is it? Have you dined already?

No, don't wory, Father

l saw you playing cards, you see

l'm sure your Feet are soaked, Father. Take ofl your shoes

ls it all right, do you think?

What pretty silks!

Ah, but ifyou saw what lies beneath... a priceless treasure

A tr$asur$ which the wealthiest men in the province...

... could not buy with all their gold and silver

A fragment of the shinbon$ of Saint Francois Regis, patron ofthe Ardeche

lt's gold?

OF course it's gold, with rubbies, opals, emeralds and a diamond or two

Butwhat matters that compared with the humble little bone that lies within?

lf all the shinbones of St Francois you see in church were collected...

... he'd be a centipede, not a saint

Better a hundred legs carying you to heaven, than two heading for hell

Not so fast, w$ hav$n't had time to look

l've always been particuarly devoted to St Francois R�gis

Thank you for your kind words

Especially displayed like that

You may kiss it, as may all Christians present here

That'll do, Martin

l'm definitely not in form tonight

You shall have your revenge after supper

You, too

Allow me to precede him

l know what you're thinking... No!

l'd give eveything those travellers have for his little gold church

We've never killed churchmen and we're not going to start now

He'd get us o_to a good start, though

- Have you no religion? - Have you?

Yes, l respect priests, and l'd like to have one with me when l die

l'll find another For you there's no shortage of them

Have you forgotten the tarot card you drew?

You shouldn't have r$minded me of it, Marie

The death card! It will bring you misfortune

All right, let him clear out right now. Otherwise, he gets it, too

The good St. Francois Regis

ln his youth he tended goats, as l did. We're from the same region

When l talk to him, its in dial$ct, and he answers me the same way

He watches over me... l may say

... in a vey special way

Have you any money, Father?

What would l do with mon$y? l belong to a mendicant order

As an inn-k$eper, you must know the dessert they call ''mendicants''

Nuts, almonds, figs and raisins

The Four colours ofthe four mendicant orders. And l am the raisin

No money?

Not a sou. It's against the rules of our order to possess a sou

Then you must go

- Go? When? - Right now

- Without eating? - This is an inn, not a charity

l'm notjoking, Father. Take your shoes and leave here

ln the night? In the storm?

Among wolves hungering for human flesh?

- l'm sure if your wife... - She thinks as l do

Vey well

May God will that th$re b$ hearts here less hard than yours

My Friends, the harshness of the world is a inconceivable thing

When l think that poor St. Francois, who did so much for this area...

... has no church to bear his nam$, not even a chapel

Not even the tinest chapel. Nothing... he has nothing

It �an't be true!

Not true, Madam$? But h$ hims$lf told me so

One night he came to me as l slept

He looked like a poor vagabond, and that indeed is what he is, Madame

A saint without a church is a poor devil without hearth or home

l couldnt' believe it when he said: ''l am St. Francois R�gis''

lf l'd had money, l'd had given it to him

''Broth$r, '' he said ''l have no home: build me a church''

This he asked oF a poor monk who cannon even buy a meal at an inn

''Great Saint, '' l told him ''you do me great honour, appearing to me

''But you would b$ bett$r advised to appear at Rothschild's''

''Thou of litte faith, '' he said. ''trust in the generosity of believers''

Y$s, but it costs money to build a church, and that money...

... must com$ from somewhere; it can't come from the pockets of poor monks

Actually, we have no pockets; we must rely on yours

l shall begin with the sceptic

You'd accept my money?

God does not r$fuse the sinner's money; he purifies it

- Do not forg$t me, Father - Don't wory, Madame, l am coming

l visit churches, l don't build them

l shall pray that your fath$r meets a happy end

l gave for both of us

, You see? A few sous, a little silver only gold is lacking

It's too much!

l want a church bell to bear my name

lt's a promise

- What is you name? - Caroline

A beautiful name for a bell

Your monk's taking their mon$y; there'll be none left for us

Even our good inn-keepers are hastening to contribute their mite

They will benefit from the crowds our church attracts

How lovely. This, l think...

... should suflice to pay for our meal

Vey well. Father, so be it

Since he insists, Mari$, w$ must treat him like the rest

ls it true that monks sleep on a board? And dig their own graves?

A little evey day

- Even in winter? - Yes, why not?

The ground is so hard to dig in winter

ls it also true you get up in the middle of the night to sing?

You must love music

lt isn't so much the music

Why are you entering a monastey, then?

Why do you ask me that?

Because it seems strange at your age to say:

l'll sleep on a board, dig my own grave, get up in the night to sing

lfyou were ugly, or humpbacked, or lame... in that case...

Maybe it's my soul that is ugly, or humpbacked, or lame

l doubt it

One mustn't go by appearances

lt's not how one looks that matters... not how one looks

l am Jean de M&zillac. Get thee behind me, Satan!

- A little more? - No, l've had enough

Oh, do, it will warm you up, Father

Y$s, but it ruins th$ appetite, and l want to have a good appetite tonight

We must go!

Go where? Tothe monastey... what for?

- l want to sl$ep on my board - It's a wonde_ul thing, a vacation

lt can wait till tomorrow. No one's going to steal it

- l won't stay at this inn - God will wait another day for you

- l don't want to make Him wait - l'll make your excuses

Hell, l'll go alone, then!

l'll have to be ruthless. Take off your boots, your feet are soaked

- l should know - l know better than you

All right, on your head be it, then

- Wher$ shall l put the soup? - In front of me, my child

Mademoiselle, would you be so kind?

Don't let him have thes$ back. Then he won't be able to leave

Now, let's all sit down to eat

You com$ and sit beside the good Father, Janou

These stools look vey hard. Shall l fetch you a cushion?

l think you may hav$ di_iculty finding one in this place

Take you napkin and put it around your neck. And do sit up straight

Be polite and pass it along. Do ty to be a credit to your family

Forgive m$. l haven't made the introductions

This young man is Jean de M�zillac, from one of our leading families

The high courtjudge, you know

Legal robes are a family tradition, but Jean has chosen a diflerent robe...

... old, worn and patched, yet the most glorious ofthem all...

... the robe of poverty and mortification

Lovely chestnut soup

Not now, l've alr$ady started my soup

It took her all of a sudden?

My sevices are required to minister to someone

See, Janou, l was right to stay

What's the matter? l like it kept hot, too

A priest, like a doctor, is not his own master

l've n$ver been out of France, but Iet me tell you. You, Englishmen...

Your homeland is so gloomy

- It isn't exactly jolly here, $ith$r - l always did so want to be a sailor

Are you resting?

You're not worri$d about dying, surely

Not personally

Not personally? Who, then?

Hear my conf$ssion, th$n you'll understand

Confessions arn't that $asy. l haven't the things l need

- What do you need? - A confessional, or some sort of grill

So we can't see eachother

Why?

So many questions! l'm a monk, l don't ask why

So on$ doesn't know who one's talking to, l suppose

But you know it's me

l won't when the grill's there

You seem to be feeling better

F�tiche! Bring the little chestnut grill

Will that do?

You're suddenly religious; you hav$ a sin on your conscience...

... in having tried to throw a poor priest out into the storm

lFthat sin troulbes you, don't augment it by delaying his supper

l hope God will be satisfied

First tell m$ if it's true that priests...

... never reveal what they h$ar in confession

Listen, daughter...

... in two thousand years, and God knows that means many sins confessed...

... the secret ofthe confessional has never been violated

St. Anselm l$t th$m t$ar his tongu$ out with red-hot pincers...

... rather than reveal an unimportant secret entrusted to him

- How did they find that out? - l don't know

St. Chysostom was even worse; they cut ofl...

Enough, Father, l believe you

Butwould you let yourtongue be taken out?

No special credit to me; evemhing goes in one ear and out the other

Do$sn't anything remain between your ears?

V$y little, and by God's grace it vanishes when the penitent is gone

, Otherwise, with all w$ h$ar you can imagine...

Say your confiteor

l don't remember it

Then start your confession

For twenty years, Father...

You haven't made confession for twenty years?

We'll be here a long time

Even longer if you interrupt me

For twenty years, Father, my husband and l have run this inn

We used to be pedlars

Then my husband decided we should settle down

So we set ourselves up here

l was suprised. ''Martin, '' l said, ''lt doesn't seem vey busy here

''Don't wory, Mari$, '' h$ said, ''there won't be any dead season''

''But we won't get vey many customers''

''Maybe not, '' he said, ''but they'll never go elsewhere''

l didn't know then what he meant

- l don't, either - Wait

l thought it was just fun... he liked a laugh in those days

Then came our first customer, and l understood

He was a fat lac$-merchant, who came on horseback

We kept the horse a long time

The merchant, too; he's still here

l remember where, becaus$ he was the first

ln the garden, under the chestnut tree

Under the chestnut tre$? In the ground?

Yes, of course, as he was dead

Dead? Oh, the poor soul!

lt must have b$en a shock, your first customer

The second was a Parisian, a nice fellow

A bachelor, which was much better

Yes? Why?

Becaus$ th$re's no one to mourn a bachelor

you mean he died, too?

You didn't have much luck, did you?

That one didn't sufler much

The third su_ered ev$n l$ss. My husband was aquiring the knack

Your husband was aquiring the knack... yes, l see...

My God, l'm beginning to understand

lt's so easy here, you see. You noticed the staircase?

The little recess. We were almost driven to it

- That's where it happ$n$d? - The first three, yes

- There were more? - We've lost count

Lost count? Surely not more than... ten?

Closer to twenty?

lf it were only twenty!

What... thirty?

Thirty-one?

Really, Father, l did say ''for twenty years''

Thirty-one wouldn't ev$n make two a year

What's two a year?

Then... how many?

lFyou must know, tonight's was the hundred and second

My God, what have l walked into?

l've been telling you, Father; an inn where eveybody gets killed

lt's quit$ a cemetey around here, though they arn't all under ground

You can see the latest... from the window

l don't see anything at all

Where?

ln the snowman

H$'s not badly o_there. Just think, he might be inside a pig's stomach

You feed Christian souls to pigs?

They enjoy them all right

Do you eat pork?

l must say l'm not r$ally vey fond of pork

- They want mor$ pork - Good, its salty, they'll drink more

- Where's Mari$? - In her bedroom with the monk

- What are they doing? - Roasting chestnuts

l've been so worried sinc$ you came; you see, my husband is an unbeliever

When he saw your little church...

... he said: ''There is no God. He's in for it, too''

On the stairs?

Eitherthere or in the bedroom

On the stairs, its a hamm$r. In the rooms, a knife

But don't wory, Father, th$ br$w we give them ensures they feel nothing

This is not a vey serious matter

Your husband is behind the door

You must not torm$nt yours$lf; you are not in need of purification

Nor must you ask for absolution; to do so would be a waste of time...

... and to squander God's good grace; a humble benediction will suflice

Depart in peace, my child

l need you downstairs

Arn't you at table yet?

l'll go at once

Now you'll forget all l said

lt's forgotten; you never said a word

- Don't you feel well? - Not vey, my legs are giving way

A drop of Arquebuse...

Thank you, this should steady them enough to send me on my way

You mean you won't be staying with us?

No, l think l'd better not

The weather seems to be improving. The storm is abating

Your inn is thoroughly respectable, of course...

... but l think my young novice should sleep at the monastey

Vey well, Father

W$ shall be sory to loose you, but if you think best...

May l light your way, Father?

Be careful! The stairs are dangerous

So l see. An accid$nt would not surprise me

- Don't tempt Fate - Just a passing thought

A sweet child

She is almost engaged, you know

- To whom? - A gendarme... a sergeant, in fact

You see why, of course

ln a business like ours...

... it helps

Right?

You doubtless refer to matters about which my mind is a blank, as l recall

A pleasantjourney, Father

Thank you, and good health to you

Thank you, and good health to you and all yours

This is not goodbye

You are always welcome here

Thank you, l'll remember that... yes, l'll remember...

At last! Where has he been?

Aren't you hungy? Had you forgotten us?

Join us, Father!

Yes, l had indeed Forgotten you. My God... how frightful

- What's frightful? - Nothing, nothing...

Then do sit down, Father. We've kept your soup hot

No... no soup

A nice piece of pork, then

No pork... especially no pork

These ladies and gentlemen found it to their taste

You are making a mistake. l assure you

Such flavour, these local pigs

Really, you must taste it

You've come to the wrong place if you don't like pork

That's literally all we've $aten: sausages, ham, roasted...

My friends... all of you eating together around this table...

Eat well

Eat well, too, Father

lt won't go down

But you were starving. What happened?

What's wrong?

My eyes are bigger than my b$lly, that's what's wrong

But you seem unhappy

lt's not that l'm unhappy

l'm uneasy

Not so much noise. Can't you see l've got an ear to the dining-room?

What's he saying?

He doesn't feel w$ll and he wants to Ieave for the monastey right away

See? AII it took was a word from me

So you'll go part ofthe way with me?

The fresh air will do us good

- Will you, Milord? - If eveyone else is going

Mari$, he's taking them away with him

What did you tell him in that bedroom?

You spilled the beans. You sold me out for a monk

l'm plagued by priests

We need lanterns! The good Father is carying us off... it's such fun!

Leave this to me

You shall have your lanterns

Have you com$ for your boots? l've hidden them

- Where? - You're vey curious for a monk

l dont' care, anyway, because that's not what l came for

You're not vey curious for a girl

Come on, they're in the barn

God led us to this place

You're always talking about God

Suppose it was the devil?

God or the devil, l don't care either way

You'd go to hell with me, little monk?

This vey moment

Not this vey moment, but some day

l'll go to hell with you, and it won't be hell

lfthe good Father could hear you...

l won't tell him like that. Poor soul, it would grieve him too much

What will you tell him?

l'll say: forgive me, Father...

... but when l wanted to be a monk, l didn't know l'd meet Mathilde

l knew nothing, and now l know too much to be a monk

The wisest monk of all knows l$ss than l do

Yes, l feel a little tired

l don't want to die here, so l'd best get back

Taking our customers

You know why

Yes, they'r$ going to se$ m$ on my way, not far, just to the monastey

But that's at least seven leagues

You told us it was just a stone's throw

l didn't say what sort ofthrow

Using a sling isn't the same as throwing by hand; and a cannon...

Seven leagues in the snow? At my age!

But you can't miss the way

On your right you'll hear the wolves howling, on the forest side

On your le_ you'll hear the torrent, on the precipice side

Wretch, don't you want them saved

Even more to be feared...

... are unpleasant encounters...

... with miscreants lurking, ready to rob unfortunate travellers

Come now, that's an old wives' tale; there are no highwaymen these days

Follow me, rebellious flock

I'd rather die!

Foolish woman, If only you knew

lf only one knew what, Father?

Nothing...

Janou... where is Janou?

The priest might leave, all the same

Madmen must be protected against themselves

Take this, and keep it safe

Wanton boy!

A momentay weakness is pardonable; we shall speak of it later

Now, to the monastey

You refuse to return? Wretched boy!

Don't, he's mine now, not yours!

But your vocation...

My vocation is to lov$ her until l die

Which may not be long

l shall love her ev$n aft$r, if that is permitted to the dead

Come, Janou, l must talk to you

Think of your father; you can't bring a high courtjudge into such a family

He can stay away if he prefers

l hardly recogoniz$ you. Your face has become harder...

... your voic$ mor$ cruel... Ifthat is what you call love...

l didn't say l loved you

Goodbye, Janou. Your sin will be your undoing

lt's just too bad then

Evidently there wasn't on$ virtuous soul worthy of salvation in this house

Just one, and thats me. Although even then...

... l'm not so sure of being deserving

Open, l tell you!

Tying to leave us? Caught like a rat!

The key... where's the key?

Hunt the key!

l don't find it funny. Let me leave

No on$'s stopping you, Father. Hunt the key!

Stop it, you wicked people!

You needn't go on looking. We gav$ it to the black

To him!

Not that way!

- Where, then? - This way

Be sensible, Father, and go to bed

l'm not sleepy. Let me go. l'm not sleepy

- How $lse will you get upstairs? - l don't want to go upstairs!

l want to go to the monastey; that's what St. Francois wants me to do

lt's the best room

And it's yours, Father

- l tell you l'm not sle$py - Tell your beads, then

l'm going to bed fully dressed; l'll just take ofl my shoes

My God, it's cold!

We'll be frozen stifl

- We'll catch our d$aths - l'm going to sleep downstairs

lt is cold, but nice hot drinks are being prepared for you

They'll be brought up when you're in bed

Two cups for me

l think your opium's a bit musty, Marie; double the dose

l want them asleep

The monk... his shaveling...

... the Marquise... the Milord...

... the big ox...

... the Parisienne... her popenjay

- What do you want? - There's no key to my door?

- You won't need one - Why is there a keyhole, then?

Playing with wardrobes is dangerous; you might be crushed to death

- What's this? - It's something to warm you up

l'm not a bit cold

My teeth aren't really chattering

Yes, th$y are. Drink this, it will make you feel better

lt's hot... really hot... much too hot

l'll drink it later

No, now. We need the bowls

All right, l'll drink it, but it is hot

lt's hot, but good. How do you make it? Let me have the recipe

Another?

No, that would be gluttony

But l would like some light

What for? You're going to sleep right away

Close the door

Between ourselves, what did you think of that hot drink?

With plenty ofwhisky, it wasn't bad

- And how do you feel now? - All right, thanks

Absolutely all right?

You're concerned about my health?

l wouldn't like anything to happen to you

Mind if l go to sleep?

Wouldn't you like to talk for a while?

A game of cards, perhaps?

Cards? No, thats r$ally out of the question

lt's Forbidden by our order, absolutely

Good night, then

Don't go to sleep!

- Wh$re are the cards? - In my trousers

- Wh$re are your trousers? - On my head

What stakes?

You know a mendicant friar has no money

You were given some a little while ago

But that isn't min$, it belongs to St. Francois Regis

l only play cards for money

Vey well, if needs must

Forgive me, worthy saint

No, l tell you, not for him

Who hasn't had one?

Misfortune has descended on this house. Mademoiselle Mathilde is in love

The shaveling; she prevented him from drinking

You're not to touch Janou

Howcan he be saved ifwe kill all the others?

You know it's all or nothing. Mathilde

Then tonight it's going to be nothing

What did l tell you?

There'll be oth$r trav$l$rs, but l'll never find another Janou

lt's a pity, but he's for it like all the rest

l'll denounce you to the gendarmes

Then l'll com$ and se$ you guillotined. Don't touch me, or l'll shout

They're all asleep

- Janou isn't asleep - Then call him

Fetiche, the axe

Go on, call him

He's not far away, he'll hear you

l'll play you For your little piggy bank

The reliquay?

No, sir, never!

Oh yes, indeed!

l like your little church vey much

Don't leave me alone... wake up!

l'll reveal the secret. If l'm damned, it can't be helped

Terrible things are going on here

lt would take the trump of doom!

Wake up, unhappy man!

Your life is in danger... wake up!

Darling...

Oh Lord, the stat$ ofth$ir souls appearing before You

Wake up!

- St. Francois R�gis - No, l'm not him, Madame

What am l to do? l'll upend the bed

You again!

There must be a hole

You com$, you go, Ferreting into eveything

l'd love to go

Not so Fast, we have an account to settle first

l've done nothing

Who emptied my travell$rs' pockets, then, like taking a church collection?

For good works

And who tried to get them to leave?

Who brought along a little pri$stling to turn my daughter's head?

She wants to mary your shaveling

What's the use, now the harm is done?

Let me ty, at least

How can you mary a poor boy dedicated to God? He can't make a good husband

lt's him l want, and nobody else

Listen to your father, Mademoiselle

l've made the best possible choice for her, a sergeant in the gendarmerie

A most excellent choice, Mademoiselle

I don't want him!

You see? It's hopeless, a fin$job you've made of it

Fetiche, take him back to his room

To sleep while you are troubled? No, parental respect is my vocation

Such fin$ p$opl$... a father who has made so many sacrifices for you

Ty to put yourself in his place thinking to himself:

''l've worked hard and w$ll, but you never know, tomorrow's another day

''Suppose there's trouble, a travell$r complains... '' Right, Monsieur Martin?

You kill yourself tying, but people are never satisfied

Now, a gendarme in the family means security in business

People think twice before saying anything against you

l'd even say it's unwis$ not to have a gendarme in a family like yours

She's as stubborn as her mother

Som$times a son-in-law like that, in troubled times...

l don't want any gendarme!

You see? But there's a reckoning to come

Still, she's partly right

Now he backs her up!

l mean to speak no ill of g$ndarmes, but after all, what is a gendarme...

... in the vast system that is society?

A gendarme is there to arrest people

That's a good start

Yes, but who gives the gendarmes their orders? Tell me who?

The judges. If l were in your position, you and Madame...

... l'd be wondering if l couldn't do better than a gendarme

Ajudge!

Even betterthan merely a judge

Come now, have a little ambition for your daughter

lf it com$s to th$ worst, who decides whether you go to the guillotine...

... or wh$th$r you don't go to the guillotine? The high court judge

What's this about guillotines?

Just a passing thought

lt's b$tter to app$al to God than His saints, l've always been told

Well, l$gally speaking, the high court judge is God

You hear that, Marie? A high court judge! What nonsense

Do you expect me to mary h$r to a high courtjudge?

They're old men and she's a girl; it would be disgusting

Yes, but high courtjudges...

... have eligible sons

None that l know of

There is one, though... in your barn

What does your fath$r do? l asked how does your father spend his time

He's probably asleep at this hour

No, his profession, l mean

He's the high courtjudge

High courtjudge? The one who sits in the middle and is always right?

You're sure he's still in business? Then take her... my daughter's yours

Will his father agree?

That's right, will he?

No matter even if he doesn't

Are you sure?

God himself would be delighted to mary such a handsome young pair

Will you mary them, then?

Me? Oh, well, you see...

l don't mind

Let's loose no time, then

Not in a stable at dead of night. One would think you are ashamed

l see a c$remony worthy of both families, with a large congregation

W$ hav$ a congregation... the travellers

You can't wake those poor people

Why not? Some strong coflee will do it

- There ar$ only fiv$ ofth$m - Seven, with the coachmen

Even seven isn't vey many. l don't want to find any ofthem missing

l shall count them. Let's shake on it, Monsieur Martin

It's a deal!

Lord, what a long night that was

The organ-grinder's monkey!

W$ found th$ poor brute alone under a tree. Have you seen its master?

Y$sterday, heading for Peyrabeille with his organ and the monkey

Look at your daughter

That's your wedding gown. l remember it well; unpleasant memories die hard

lF l hadn't kept this, you'd lack music at your wedding

Well... a wedding

l don't know why they'r$ sl$$ping so. l made them some nice coflee

You see, its almost as nice as in a church

Wretched woman, how did these objects of piety fall into your hands

Did you kill a priest?

No, not a priest. He was a hawk$r selling devotional articles

l see, a hawk$r. That's reassuring to hear

Listen, Janou...

No, l won't listen

- Befor$ you d$cide... - Eveything's settled, Father

- l must talk to you - It's too late for talk

You think so? V$y well, l shall speak in front of eveyone

No whispering, now. What are we waiting for?

Before pronouncing the words which will make this man and this woman...

... one soul and one flesh...

... there is something l feel impelled to say

ls a sermon necessay?

lndispensable, l'd say

No sermon could make these people sleep any more soundly

So get on with the wedding and send them on their way without wasting time

l'm not wasting their time; l'll show them a short cut

- Through the little wooden bridge? - Yes, the bridge

That's a rich thought... an excellent thought!

Never have l solemnized a marriage without a sense of anxiety...

... sometimes even anguish... all too oRen, alas, proven to be justified

Our two young frinds, oF course, seem destined for lasting happiness

But it's said that the engagement is the happiest time of a marriage...

That's not far wrong, either

This marriage is costing us dear. IF we'd at least kept the travellers...

Who said we wouldn't? l promised that they'd attend the wedding

But a_erwards... accidents happen so easily

Marriag$ calls for love, and having expended your love in getting married...

... you realize that all you have IeR is the marriage

Two souls clinging to each other, advancing to... l won't say death...

... because, marri$d or not, we all come to death

But married couples come to it Faster. The proof being that priests buy them

Where you are headed, my children...

... if you say ''yes'', which is no better a word than ''no''...

... it's towards a world as grey as ashes...

... which they call the world of marriage

There you watch eath other grow old, ill, ugly. ''Will l be the first to go?''

Some sermon!

Don't... its all so true

Children, you will say

Yes, there are children, of course, and children are sweet

''Suff$r th$ little children to come unto me'', Jesus said

But what children? Other people's children. He wasn't married

lf being married was so wond$rFul, wouldn't He haye been?

Hear that?

Woodcutters

How sounds cary in th$ snow. You'd think it was right close by

Rotten job woodcutters have

l'd rather be a gendarme

That is why, considering all the dangers that threaten a young couple...

... the storm clouds gathering on the horizon of their marriage...

... and in which one hears the first rumbles of thunder...

... this is why one wond$rs wh$ath$r this sacrament, indissoluble contract...

Remember that: once in, you're in for life...

ls this sacrament absolutely necessay?

Many do quite happily without it

What's he saying?

l'm putting the Freethinker's point of view. The Christian, of course...

Look at them, Monsieur Martin. This isn't a wedding, its a dormitoy

l can't talk in these conditions

You've talked $nough. Get on with it and mary them, at the double

lt won't b$ a happy memoy for them to look back on. However...

Goodness gracious!

My mind has gone blank. l can't remember the words ofthe ceremony

So you can't remember the words?

Wait, l think they're coming back to me

The congregation must stand for the benediction

- Isn't the wedding finish$d y$t? - It won't be long now

Let's get it overwith

My goodness, how stupid of me

You rushed me so much that we forgot the rings

Can't we do without?

Of course one can do without

But we have already done without a Mass...

... without a chruch, bridesmades or alter-boys

V$y well, but don't call this a wedding; it's like... nothing on earth

What's got into you?

He scents his master

Hold out you hands, Father

Take these back

What's wrong with the rings?

They're burning my hands

Haven't you chosen two yet?

Jean de M&zillac, do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?

Mathihlde Martin, do you take...

Hide the barrel-organ!

Thank you, Lord!

What can we do for you?

We have good news for the organ-grinder; we've found his monkey

Where's that monkey got to?

lts master will get it down

He'll owe us a drink for all our trouble

lts master isn't here

Not here? But we heard his organ

He le_ last night

Leaving his organ?

He le_ it as security

Organ, monkey, what else could he loose?

Only his life

Odd, though, a man leaving the tools of his trade behind

Unusual, isn't it?

Let's see the organ

Where is it, fetiche?

ln the hay?

l'm marying my daughter and the groom has said ''Yes''. Can we continue?

No, go about your duty

lt will give the bride tim$ to think things over

A strange place to put an organ

One would think you were hiding it

We've nothing to hide here

This must be worth a lot of money

- He paid d$arly For his dinner - He ate and drank a great deal

Enough to make him die ofapoplexy

lt's strange he should leave in th$ middle ofthe night, don't you think?

He can't have gone far in this cold

W$ll, p$nding discovey of the corpse, my dear rogue...

... and o_ering no thanks For th$ sha_ you could have loaned us...

... had greed not overcome your Christian charity - let us take our leave ofyou

And ofyour charming daught$r, who may make her vows without our aid

L$t m$ kiss a hand as yet unadorned by a wedding ring

My God, my snowman!

Can't we get by?

Don't touch my snowman! l set great store by my snowman

That's not going to stop us taking the carriage out

This is too much. l'm in charg$ here and l do as l want

l've had enough, Monsieur Martin

l warn you, l shall get really angy

Aren't you asham$d to b$ playing with snowmen at your age, Monsieur Martin?

What's so special about your snowman?

l'll make you another, there's snow enough

lfyou haven't moved this out oF our coach's way in two minutes...

... whether by fire, sword, or your own two hands...

... my companions in misfortune and l are determined...

lt's a souvenir

- It's where we met, Janou and l - Can this leave your hearts unmoved?

Enough! We've wasted one night already

Couldn't we move it, if we're vey careful?

- What do you think, F&tiche? - Four of us might do it

L$av$ it to us; you'd just ruin it, you big brute

Lord, you can't l$t them get away with it

Oh Lord, you did!

CareFul, it's toppling. Couldn't you haye built it somewhere else?

Can't you leave us alone? What have we done to you?

Defend us!

They don't mean any harm

Aim at the head!

He's having such fun

You see, Marie? That'll t$ach you to protect priests

l've told the coachman the way. You'll be there in an hour.

Won't you come with us, Father?

We'll all dine together in Privas

At the Cloche d'Or

l don't think l'll be staying in an inn for a while

You're really departing this time

l'll ride with you until our ways part

Forthe last time, wretched boy...

- Until l die, l said - But the girl isn't you wife

lt's true, Janou. l never said ''l will''

You just did

Murd$r$rs! W$'ll come and see you guillotined!

Cursed priest!

The secret of the confessional. ''l'd rather have my tongue torn out''!

And you believed him? That's what religion does to you, poor fool!

l didn't use my tongue; l never said a word

You should be seeking forgiveness in heaven

You might be there, so l'd b$tter go to hell!

Look, Marie, they'r$ heading straight forthe little bridge

What a pity, it's such a waste

Me betray the conf$ssional? It's unthinkable

l simply thew a snowball at a snowman's hat

That's all l did. God did the rest

You did give Him a helping hand, though

You're not going to blame him for that? He was wonde_uI

l only did my humble duty, a sil$nt presence, like a guardian angel

lt wasn't always easy, keeping you from falling into traps

However, the main thing is you're safe

Here's th$ littl$ bridg$. Goodbye, l'll leave you now

Pray for us, Father

Goodbye, my friends, goodbye

May St. Francois R�gis watch over you

Depart in peace

The moral:

Hear this tale of bloody events

And hearken to its dire portents

Only those who obey virtue's call

God's mercy is sure to fall

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