All language subtitles for Scarlet_&_Black_(1993)__part_03_

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Honors

...i tekoi, i tekoi, i tekoi.

...i tekoi, i tekoi, i tekoi.

Uwara, Rabila, isa, i tekoi, i tekoi.

Alas, no, a mile, i tekoi, i tekoi.

Good day, sirs.

A mile, i tekoi, i tekoi.

...i tekoi, i tekoi.

...i tekoi, i tekoi.

...i tekoi, i tekoi.

...i tekoi, i tekoi.

...i tekoi.

...i tekoi.

...i tekoi.

...i tekoi, i tekoi, i tekoi.

...i tekoi.

...i tekoi kartak du i pam.

...i tekoi v tropicalica Bonoh 그런ga, leanedera.

...i tekoi, sadni Creatora.

Free.

Se ez a My wagerau conse talt e s o tranquil.

Neu, jelind-meé roi e s dîm.

Dó Auntura pits y b capital

Imp Saud專jons Three Monks Chilbech

Ok, e pertu, t happy on bye

U pleasures of the Aristocracy

Pa mea ar dix jot quais anderen

Pa mea ar dix jo?

Da time ts homem her dining jer gond sov

Ehng se on ca un bad ass

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– Sir? – According to the court of Bova Aziz,

who by the way speaks of you in the highest terms,

you are the natural son of an intimate friend of mine.

I have played no part in such a rumour, sir.

I am aware of that.

Your friend can hardly have a known very faulty duel

with carpenter's son.

But it does now fall to me as to whether or not

give the tale some touch of credence.

And it suits my whim to do exactly that.

Allow me my dear Sorrell to make you a present of this blue coat.

My lord, put it on.

Outside of our work time, must you, Sorrell?

If a new dean fit to pay me a courtesy call,

put on this blue coat, and I shall be pleased to greet

the natural son of my old and dear comrade,

but cunt, the blan.

Diversion, Julia.

One must have diversion.

All that makes life bearable.

And I cannot save my life in the battlefield every day.

I helped me double my fortune.

But he might have had a generous heart and a witty mind.

And, uh, believe me, for an hour,

for my almost infinite boredom.

Sit, my friend, please.

Now, tell me the musketeers tale of the wicked coachman,

the loyal soldier, and the languid lord.

I, uh, have a great life.

And, uh, I shall be pleased to greet the natural son of my old and dear comrade,

for an hour, for my almost infinite boredom.

And, uh, I shall be pleased to greet the natural son of my old and dear comrade,

for an hour, for my almost infinite boredom.

And, uh, I shall be pleased to greet the natural son of my old and dear comrade,

for an hour, for my almost infinite boredom.

For do you make a victory?

I shall give you a desire and kill the villain.

What is the amazing, Mrs. Yor? Mrs. Yor?

The private Jessmoms are a little cum sick, my son.

Surprise to know that Eric has a sense of human.

Perhaps he gets it from his father.

He thinks I have to beg his mercy, and I really can't bear it.

Is that all you are ever going to do?

Is this your life? Is there nothing else?

I know, it means I was reading her an answer.

She was not expecting one.

I'm not that grateful. What should I call you, Miss Yor?

Any day, I hope. I understood it was confirmed.

Paris is a small town, sir. Open your window and hear every whisper.

And I've heard tales of your rising fortune, Mrs. Yor.

The title, it must add to your confidence in your bid to become Meriveria.

Well, your old master is practically a revolutionary. The whole world knows that.

Well, do you, sir, are a renowned monarchist?

As ever.

How far's Miss Yor, do you, Rinal?

Still making nails.

And his family, what of them?

Madam, do you, Rinal, is she well?

But the backing of the ministry, I could obliterate our mutual friend.

You ought to let you speak to the market and the mobile.

I'm a far too humble, a person, so I'd take it upon myself to introduce anyone.

But you'll have influence, sir.

That's wonderful, my boy. Wonderful.

How have I, did you notice, the discrepancy?

I merely requested the estate for a full statement of expenditure.

Oh, merely.

I then requested the requisite repayment going back to five years.

Five years?

I'm Marvin. I'm Marvin.

My dear boy, take it. Take the whole three thousand thanks.

Sir, I must decline the gift. But why, sir?

It's not to the man in black that it's offered.

And it would endanger the liberties that the market is kind enough to tolerate from the man in blue.

Sir.

Are you turning Monsieur de Retz's ball tonight?

I have not had the honour to be presented to him.

Come. Come with my brother.

Why is you to be perpetually on call for the diversion of every member of this family?

Expensive.

Our count must be popular with the tradesmen, if not the artists.

And the stand is transformed the ballroom into the Alhambra.

Lastly, could Prince Karasov super-trash in some kind of snow palace?

We are obviously incapable of imagining anything but palaces in some shape, or another.

But that, of course, is our destiny.

She's the ball of the ball, the most questioned.

You can tell that by the expression on Madam herself four months' face.

She cannot compete with a beauty of instance.

The innocence is pure masquerade. She knows exactly what effect she makes.

From the downcast eye, the flicker of an uncertain hand, to the turn of an ankle.

Or convey, I fear you, but I want you.

The silent quintessence of seduction.

Who would dare approach such as a blind beauty?

Some braining prince, or perhaps a natural son of the Emperor of Russia, for whom a kingdom would be made?

Karasov always esteems arrogance, high-dance and serenity.

But she does have a charm of you, St. Johnian.

I hardly constitute a judge-mom's ill, as is the first I've ever attended.

So, how does a sage see us?

I suspect, if you ask, rather like Mr. Russel, our folly is surprised, but do not tempt you.

Jean-Jacques Russel was an idiot, but his preaching of republics and revolutionaries, he went to Lerius with joy whenever I've duke so much as nodded at him.

He was so not writing his memoirs, but he thought he'd killed him.

I'm the boss of the list.

I'm a charred son.

What could be d'aller than a life for any of these men?

They would have told you, with everything needed, to sleep forever.

What is the use of love that makes one warm?

One might as well take up religion.

I see the widow's saint has deemed to grace us with her presence.

Without she is looking for a priest to make confession.

My friend, Mrs. Sorrella, whom you might have heard me speak.

Madame de Fervac, Madame.

You do not dance, sir.

Not even if compelled, Madame.

Good. Paris is too dominated by compulsion.

Ah, widow will have fine fortune, but marred by a vice for virtue.

She lacks the vivacity of your mistress.

Do you think she's attractive?

How beautiful she would look on a throne.

If we must have such institutions.

My dear Count Altamera, you're the last person I expected to see here.

You like to keep an eye on me and I like to eat.

Who is the man I'd like speaks to?

A conspiracy.

A conspiracy to a divorce.

A charming.

He's under sentence of death.

Is that what makes him shine?

See that weasel over there.

The prince Peter a cell, the Italian ambassador.

This morning he applied for my extra edition.

If we must die unnaturally, should it not be from more noble hands?

What will you do?

Perhaps the new world, my friend.

South America, Peru.

Europe is dead.

The flame is smothered here.

But the young countries, perhaps they will return the gift of revolution.

I am a dear Count Altamera.

Was a lord such a handsome man,

why do you sacrifice to his fine features?

I am a lord.

Across him.

I warn you that if that man is at a board,

no, since the other, I have a headache.

It is too hot in here.

...a revolution was a old title is confirmed by a social police.

Annamen can make his destiny according to his capacity for facing death.

But in this age what can a man achieve?

What would a loyal like Danton be today in this world of petty intrigue?

He probably wouldn't even have made a system prosecutor.

He'd have done what was ever necessary to rise to power, to gain a position from which he could create change.

My friend, even that Poland stole food and jewels in Italy in order to feed his men.

Yes, but must one steal or sell oneself?

Never condemn a man for what they think or do in the midst of a great action.

After all, these things are not as easy as firing a pistol.

You believe a great man makes his own laws?

Yes. He who seeks to banish ignorance and corruption must pass like a whirlwind through the world.

Napoleon, Danton, Danton 2. Yes, Danton was such a man.

He was not Danton a mere butcher, sir.

As Madhavizal Dillamau some order for her father's secretary, he's obliged to listen and to fulfill them with respect.

He is not, however, paid to communicate his private thoughts down.

The

Monzo?

Do I intrude in private grief, sir?

Not mine, my dear concubine.

Once a year, my dear daughter puts us all through the charade.

On this day in 1574, my ancestor Boniface Dillamau was beheaded for his attempt to release our young princes from the grasp of Catherine de Medici.

A rather impulsive endeavour, but one that is indeed a never-losting to my equally-head strong daughter.

To be candid, I doubt it is his political folly that attracts her, but rather that he was the lover of Queen Margurite de Navarre.

Margurite is an attire of second name.

Our mother's whim. This fine lady bribed the executioner for her lover's head.

And carried it in her lap to a secret burial place.

I sometimes pit of the poor lover whose head will lie in Matilda's lap.

And now, sir, your time to tell the tale.

Any fault can wear a pretty uniform, but what courage is demanded to wield a saber for real around your head to look death itself directly in your face?

Oh, my friends, what a difference it would be to be in the thick of battle to follow to the podium.

Beyond the point of idle show, to her tens of thousands of men are killed there, there to find one's true worth beyond rank and breeding.

Beware of that young man. For all his priestly sanctity is a hypocrite, biding his time.

If the revolution should come again, he would have us all gilleteemed.

Oh, my mother, could she love me?

Do you love her?

Doesn't matter. Take her and move on.

To arms.

I wonder if I might take the liberty to recommend.

I'm surprised you offer me work by a man you so clearly detest.

I regret my suggestion is so misplaced.

However, by way of recompense, Mum's Earl will nerd out be glad to know that she will soon have the freedom of the library without my encumbrance.

I'm leaving us, sir.

I fear the estate and longer dog need my urgent attention.

When?

I've yet to speak to your father. However, there is little to stop believing forthwith.

You must not speak to him.

Do you not like me at all, sir?

Is it me tonight at two?

Are they playing with me?

Is this another trap?

Never refuse a trap. They will only set another one.

Two homes.

I'm leaving.

Is it all, sir?

I'm armed to the teeth.

You know the dangers and yet you dare to rescore.

It is necessary to lower the ladder.

Why?

To conceal it behind the ballastrade.

Then how do I escape?

Through the door of my mother's room, after we have left for mass in the morning.

You are well prepared.

I have given them a much thought.

Now is the time they can on that.

Now is the time, sir.

Do you not think?

My dear!

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Monteel, come in.

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Pe Irena a berche hvor,

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Harenu, da nuk depte på plordu,

hurning Female Minimilina,

Gubernatinusasí.

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Inke ispo...

aeugh...

triple list Alfred...

Aaditha, aaditha…

Aaditha, aaditha, aaditha…

Aaditha, aaditha, aaditha…

Bailan, aaditha, aaditha…

I hope your memory is not impaired.

I forget nothing, sir.

Frans!

Needs proof of your memory.

Land this by heart for tomorrow night.

Oso Modi,

Dicic and George

Allasrid

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Schurtit i amtercie i mieран ok chilli.

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Matihl

Ma!

D'you think you might have mastered that by now, don't you?

No, I'm free of love.

Performance is theatre, front-sade, art, two false confessions.

Opera Camique?

No show. Vaudival, the pistol shot, the fire.

I kill myself.

I put Sam Mata in the two ravens, the Jew, yes.

A circal-impeak, a quest to display elephants. It's the only way.

What, I don't have the woman mock you even more?

Two arms.

You are mad if you cannot retreat. You must advance.

I can't retreat.

Punish me for my pride, my wicked pride.

You are my master, right over me forever.

Take these locks.

And if I scorn you again, show them to me as a mark of memory.

The mark of my oath to obey you.

I'm sorry.

What do you do?

I must go.

No, please.

I would never sacrifice your honor for my own selfish desire.

Selfish.

I love you.

Then don't leave me.

Think of the consequences.

But, Dan Tornor, thought of the consequences.

Don't go.

Let the whole world know.

I would hardly be wise.

Wise.

Coward.

What, right?

It's a little...

...turtle.

Tonight.

And a longer think of love, sir.

Madame de Favac is grace the Archbishop of France.

Yes.

So.

Your young disciple seems a little preoccupied.

I think he found these swallies somewhat vacuous.

One can only concur.

Spirituality has vanished from our world, Monsieur Pira.

We wander in a desert looking only for ISIS.

What do you think, Julian?

We make a fine couple, don't they?

My sister's arrogance and requires perseverance.

She'd give birth to a fine brood.

Julian.

Suffering is real from the terrible consequences of the revolutionary logic.

We can now appreciate the need for reestablishing the full sacred prerogatives of kingship.

Thus our ministers will no longer endorse the liberal campaign towards parliamentary supremacy,

which would place the power into the hands of the mindless majority.

Such a move would be a crime against justice itself.

Vauderville, the pistol shot the fire,

Port Sarmatán, the two ravens, the Jew.

Circulimpic, equestrian display, elephants.

Managing director of Le Cotidian, Monsieur Laurenti.

Enough.

I personally invite for this man's fidelity,

as much as I do his memory.

Okay.

You are to commit the following to heart, Julian,

...and deliver it into the hearing of one man only.

A future of France depends on you.

Do you understand?

It must be recalled and repeated in every last detail.

And you must wait for her apply, for as long as it takes.

To our most esteemed friend, cousin and savior of France, his lordship...

...the Duke of Wellington.

You wish to sit, Julian?

...and to be with you.

Maybe some time before you can see this place again.

The carriage will take you on to the arseguards of Paris.

They will transfer to an unmarked coach.

Inside will be a force passport, papers, money, new clothes.

You are a voice to England as a gentleman, travelling merely for amusement.

You ask nothing of this task?

I'm your obedient servant, sir.

Take care.

I may be those who wish to kill you.

One of those present tonight may even choose to portray us.

Do not fear meeting death, sir.

I do, Julian.

I do.

I must esteemed friend, cousin and savior of France, his lordship, the Duke of Wellington.

France, as you are aware, our dear sir, has already bled once with the wound of anarchy...

...that ran like an open saw through the hull of Europe.

We patriots will mobilize 30,000 gentlemen already to sacrifice their lives...

...for the protection of monarchy and the stability of Europe.

We are, however, all too painfully conscious that without the moral and military support of England...

...the other great sovereign powers of Austria, Prussia and Russia...

...will lack the stomach to mount a campaign against a revolutionary France.

We therefore appeal to you, sir, the savior of the true France to come again to our aid.

I am under instruction to return with a reply to the question...

...of our mother and mother, and I am under instruction to return with a reply, sir.

Patience...patience.

The savior of France.

Why are you aiding your mad Marquis?

I gave him my word.

Practicing the art of boredom, sir. Excellent.

It really is the only expression for a man of distinction.

I deem as you do, Bovazzee. What brings you to London?

A fashon, sir. Once you'd only travel for the most truly ill of reasonous.

There's nothing else, one is in danger of becoming a moral force within the world.

And you, sir.

A diversion. A kindred spirit.

And you see anything that takes your fancy.

Charming, are they not?

However, they lack somewhat in the realms of passion.

It's a men here of value and modesty as the paramount quality in any woman.

Partly the most diverting in virtues.

But what the English lack in love, they make up for improvise.

I was mistaken, sir. You languished not in boredom. Remellingly.

What is it? Have you fallen in love with some little actress?

It's true, I am crossed in love, sir.

After two nights of complete fulfillment, I was dismissed from her affections.

No actress could afford to behave on such a whim.

So she's rich.

And therefore proud.

It's impossible to match your convective such an expression.

So we will simply have to change it.

Nothing tempts her.

Not even a pastry.

Only the English could present a bordello as a gentleman's club.

Its hypocrisy is not without a certain charm.

It's not for you.

Only the satisfaction of your love or suffice.

And the hard cure.

There are two medicines, my friend.

Both the trifle sour, but you must take them religiously.

First, see the lady in question every day.

The bibin' nine with her.

Rule one of love always be the opposite of what she expects.

Nothing intrigues a woman more than bafflement.

A second, you need to wear one of her acquaintances.

You must be of almost unassailable purity.

How do I do that?

By correspondence, right are the most intense of letters.

It never fails.

For approved, the secret reading of passion is their supreme pleasure.

I cannot compose a line I am dead.

Thank you for your advice.

Leave me by the wayside.

I said the treatment was bitter, but not totally debilitating.

There's no need for a gentleman to compose them for himself.

Melikope, I can provide you with at least six volumes of love letters.

In fact, the most efficacious I discovered here,

written by one Kalinsky,

to the prettiest and purest Quaker-ess in London.

Does your life depend on itself?

And take the tonic.

Now, mochi.

Enter.

Well?

You will not help us.

It is more he cannot.

The English are burdened with taxes and preoccupied with their own internal strife.

There is no lobby there to aid Europe.

The Duke expressly beg me to tender to you.

It is over.

Good.

One must not punish the bearer of bad tidings.

Is this how they address now, sir?

Will this suit?

Not to be warned of the black coat, of course.

In the old days, when the award of a lesion d'un air, there was more ceremony.

Now all you get is an old man with a gout.

I do not deserve this.

For secret services rendered to the crown, so secret, they may never be spoken.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, forgive me, father. I...

And how is mom's al?

I understand you and your mother visited the country.

I hope you found it innovating.

Field upon field, ripe with tedium.

At least paris offers ample diversion.

I was not aware that you found it so, Monsieur Sera.

It is not without its intellectual stimulation.

Sir?

Lesions d'un air.

What is he done to deserve?

That is the matter of concern only to the king.