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When they crucified you, master, the world lost its heart.

Now there's nothing but hypocrisy,

I would have ventured my soul to have thrown my dice with you, my Lord,

Oi!

You bone-idle little shit!

You may con that prat of a priest with your mumblings in Latin

but Latin saws have no teeth, Latin won't cut wood

Latin won't feed your belly.

And neither will we,

You can go off and play now,

Monsieur Valenod.

Knives everywhere.

A fine promenade, Monsieur de Rénal.

I hope the town appreciates your generosity.

Hardly of consequence.

If it provides sustenance to the soul of the people of Verrières,.,

I had imagined the walls a little higher, but,.,

Its aim is to create a promenade, Monsier Valenod, not a prison,

Certainly my prison could do with higher walls, if only to keep folk out,

That prying priest Chélan was creeping around it yesterday

with some Liberal journalist down from Paris,

They visited my hospital too.

The man's clearly a radical, Monsieur de Frilair.

Something must be done,

We may not be blessed with Father Chélan for much longer,

Omne enim, quod manifestatur lumen est,

Propter quod dicit:

'Surge qui dormis, et exsurge a mortuis, et illuminabit te Christus.'

A prodigious memory, Julien,

But do you understand what you say?

I am no parrot, Father Chélan.

But all things which are exposed to the light are laid open

and all things which are laid open will become part of the light,

Wherefore he say, 'Awake, thou that sleepeth

and arise from the dead. and Christ will give you light,'

And do you believe it?

With all my heart,

And soul?

The church offers only a dry crust to those with faith.

Those without can use it to gain the whole world.

But at what price?

Benedictus benedicat per Jesum Christum Dominum nostrum.

Latin,

Its very syntax the building brick of superior reason,

Admittedly, this Sorel boy is a mere carpenter's son

and his uncle was a fanatic Bonapartist but.,.

Father Chélan swears he has a kind of genius

recites the whole New Testament by rote,

Not that Chélan's reliable either but.,.

on the question of Latin, surely.,.

He is certainly keen to secure a teaching post for his young prodigy,

Then let us hope he's not already approached Monsieur Valenod,

So what are they offering me?

Bed, and a black coat.

And three hundred francs a year,

But my way is the church, father.

Your priest friend doesn't seem so sure.

What?

You go with his recommendation.

So I am to be a servant?

Would I sell you as a servant?

Do you think I have no pride?

Then with whom am I to eat?

Not with us, that's all I care about.

Thank you, father, for your consideration and concern,

I shall of course submit myself to whatever you desire,

Could not at least Stanislas stay in my room?

He's so young,

No profit having a dog and barking yourself,

What is this boy like? What if he takes after his father?

Then we will have lost a black coat,

What am I to do. Lord?

Where is my path?

If they make me eat with the servants, then I leave,

The world must still need mercenaries,

If only you were resurrected, Lord, Then we could do battle with the world,#

The sword is no more the way to power, my son.

That lies now in the hands of priests,

My error,

For I let them back into France. Now all must kneel to them.

f a man must play the hypocrite to find his path to destiny, then so be it,

But how can I become a priest? Even my teacher doubts my sincerity.

He merely tries your faith.

Play the tutor part with piety.

Be patient.

And steel yourself softly for power.

To arms!

You are he,

You are the tutor?

Do you intend to beat them, sir?

Beat them? Why should I do that?

What is your name, sir?

Julien Sorel. madame,

And you speak fluent Latin?

I have studied at the feet of Father Chélan.

He is kind enough to say that I am now in advance of him,

In this one subject.

How old are you?

Nineteen, almost.

Do you promise me that you won't beat them?

Never. never. madame,

I swear it in the sight of the Almighty himself.

My husband has a black coat for you.

He expects you to be very grave,

Fool, A rich lady calls you sir, and you forget everything.

St. Luke chapter eight, Verse nine.

Vobis datum est nosse mysterium regni Dei, ceteris autem in parabolis

ut videntes non videant et audientes non intelligant.

Est autem haec parabola

semen est verbum Dei.

Qui autem sercus viam

sunt qui audiunt

deinde venit Diabolus et tollit verbum de corde eorum

ne credentes salvi fiant,

The parable of the sower,

Clearly.

Boy obviously knows his Bible,

But what about the classical poets?

That Horace, for example.

Well?

Stumped you, eh?

Forgive me, sir, but the sacred ministry to which I dedicated my life

forbids me from to read from so profane a poet.

Wine, Wine for the scholar,

Thank you, sir, but no. Now is the time for prayer, Children.

.,.Thy will be done in earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those that trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil,

Veni. Vidi, Vici.

Amen,

Are you still keeping an eye on your love?

Nonsense, Nonsense,

Don't you deny it. You haven't taken your eyes off him for the last three months.

You talk to him all the time. - I talk to everybody,

So how do you explain this then?

Is it your job to wash a servant's underwear?

He is not a servant.

It's a favour, François. That's all,

And what other favours do you grant him?

What have you there, Elisa?

Monsieur Sorel's Iinen, ma'am.

Well, is it linen day?

Well, he has so few. I,.,

He's a poor man, ma'am,

But proud, - Yes.

No, no. no, These are far from stable times

and the Liberals are making it worse by feeding this absurd clamour for democracy,

The people need strong leadership

and if they don't get it, they hunger only for revolution,

You would not be advocating the return of a new Bonaparte would you, Monsieur le Maire?

Hardly. I don't wish to be driven from my country again,

That's more in line with your old faith, is it not. Monsieur Falcoz?

My newspaper shows clearly my position.

And I think all will agree it is a consistent one.

Over recent years.

Monsieur le Maire's house is not the only one

that would offer welcome to an intellectual, Monsieur Sorel,

If you were ever to become bored,.,

I am so delighted for you, Elisa.

Well, it's only a tiny inheritance, Madame. But it does make some dreams possible,

And does our Monsieur Sorel play a part in those?

We haven't spoken of them, Not directly,

Have you spoken about it at all?

I think you might have to, my dear.

Marriage may rather affect his plans for the priesthood,

Father Chélan is going to speak with Julien for me,

He is confident that everything can be sorted out,

It won't take you away from us, will it?

That would depend on my husband,

You need to nail your colours to the mast, Monsieur Saint-Girard,

All responsible men must join a party.

I have a party,

It is open to all who love music and the arts

whose souls are animated by the simple beauty of mountains and meadows,

Why, why I can't be left to my harmless madness

without the Liberals or the Monarchists or worst of all those cursed priests?

Now there, sir, we agree.

The Jesuits are the worst of all the plagues Napoleon opened the door to.

Father Chélan wishes to speak with you.

We all know the intrigues of Rome are eating at the heart of our world.

Now what does our aspiring young man of the cloth have to say about that?

Was allowing you power Napoleon's greatest betrayal or his sole positive achievement?

Napoleon was,.,

Excuse me. The children.

Good boy,

EIisa, take the children back up the hill.

They'll never me me betray you!

These makers of the world,., scum, smug, greedy,

self-righteous, pompous, stupid

all they're capable of is spitting on the graves of the dead,

I curse them! I curse them in your name.

But I can't fight them, master.

Where. where are the real battles to be fought?

There must be something I can do.

Little brother?

Very smart!

There are many types of battles, my friend.

Father, I cannot marry EIisa.

My life is the Church.

Julien. in all conscience I cannot recommend you for the pri.,.

There's too much fire.

too much,.,

So little renunciation in your spirit,

Better be an educated and respected yeoman than a priest without a vocation,

But it's my destiny.

Learn from mine.

The Abbé de Frilair and his friends are set to throw me out of my own church after fifty years

without even a franc to my name.

Marry her.

Father, you force me to say what I would.,.

I have reliable information from a third person to dissuade me from such a relationship.

Forgive me, father,

Did he give no reason?

I will speak with him,

Curtains,

Love, madame, cannot be bought,

It is certainly not in my power to invest it where it might bring greatest profit.

Each heart must follow its own dictate. guided only by the Lord,

But what of the girl's love? Is that of no value to you?

I have done nothing to incite her passion.

I am not therefore responsible to requite it,

Monsieur Sorel, is you heart then so locked against the power of love?

I fear I am not versed in the language of such discourse,

Forgive me. I will not raise the matter again.

Why? Answer me that! Why?

Why does the king

Why can't he go somewhere else?

There's more than one shrine

Why does it have to be us?

What is it, my dear?

Air, I need air,

Women, Always something wrong with their machinery.

Well, the summer at Vergy will restore you.

Has you cousin, Madame Derville, agreed to visit?

I'm going to be tied up here, organising.,.

But I'll ride down when I can.

To catch the blossom in your cheeks.

Check the walnuts, Don't let them rot without me,

The absence of a husband can prove exhilarating.

Did they teach us that at the convent?

Did they teach us anything? Apart from the error of confession.

You're wicked, - Only in my dreams.

Elisa, lay out my blue satin dress for dinner.

Yes. ma'am,

How many times a day do you plan to change your clothes?

As often as I want.

I cannot compete.

It's not a competition.

Is it not?

Now tell me, tell me everything you dream.

We should venture out tomorrow, I have plans for an expedition,

One must move very slowly and then.,.

Beautiful!

And what of this dark creature?

Libythea celtis,

Quite rare. and difficult to spot when resting.

It takes on the marking of the very tree it feeds off.

And this one?

Gonepteryx Cleopatra,

Cleopatra's Brimstone,

Strange name. Why would Cleopatra possess brimstone?

Do not all pagans end up possessing only sulphur and Hell's fire?

I am not entirely convinced of that.

Are we not in danger of heresy here, Monsieur Sorel?

I am in danger of forgetting my duties,

Forgive me, ladies, I must check the children are at prayer.

Strange boy.

I wanted to ask him if it was true butterflies only live for a few hours.

Like first love,

How dare she withdraw her hand from mine?

How dare she humiliate me?

Do you accept that, sir?

When I first arrived in Paris

Josephine flicked me off her shoulder as one might a fleck of falling dust.

Yet those who condescend can be brought to concede,

Hold her hand prisoner in yours. Release it when you choose.

Yes. My honour lies here.

Shall I quake like this the first time I fight a duel?

And this is not a duel, sir?

My dear!

My darling, we weren't expecting.,.

I had to escape the madhouse,

Beset on all sides by idiots and intrigue,

Oh. Monsieur de Moirod will be staying for a few days

whilst we work out a strategy for the King's arrival,

Then we must all return to town,

Madame.

Ah, and what of the walnuts?

Will I survive the next few weeks?

The latest - I will go insane, I know I will -

the King has appointed the Marquis de la Mole to be his companion.

The Marquis de la Mole?

One of the most powerful men in France

but also the sworn enemy of our Abbé de Frilair,

And so to annoy the Abbé, the Marquis has requested our problem priest

Father Chélan. to lead the King to the shrine.

Politics, politics, always politics.

And who now is in the middle of these warring knights?

Exactly.

And who has to go on bended knees to beg some Liberal little trouble-maker of a priest to,.,

Sir, you wrong the man.

You malign a man of the spirit, sir.

I am honour-bound not to permit you to insult my teacher

and the noblest man I have ever met,

I was right, madame, We've spolied him.

We must let him go, black coat or no black coat.

We must not lose him now.

The children love him.

Madame, I need to speak to you.

He's burning the beds.

My husband has bought new straw for the mattresses,

He has finally made the walnuts yield a return,

Tonight those who can sleep in peace can also sleep in comfort,

Monsieur Sorel!

The children, sir!

Sir?

Save me!

What is it?

You must save me, my mattress.,. Please.,. you must save me,.,

No-one must find,.,

What? Tell me Julien.

There is a small locket under my matress, No-one must.,.

I will retrieve it for you.

One more favour, Please don't look inside,

It's a portrait?

What kind of woman are you?

Julien.

Madame

I love you,

Help.

The fever. Stay with me tonight.

Fool, fool. AIways the fool.

You, man! Have you not responsibilities?

Are there not children and conjunctions?

I realise I do not live up to your high expectations

therefore, permit me, sir, a few days absence before I return to you in Verrières,

That will give us both time to reflect more soberly on my future.

Hah!

Valenod!

That rat Valenod has made him an offer!

He'll be wearing his livery for the King's arrival,

Walnuts! Cost me half an acre of crop!

Corn won't grow in their shade,

And all I get is straw.

Julien.

Visit. Any time, Any time at all,

But why me? Why do I have to be on a horse?

You wish Valenod to head the Guard of Honour?

My dear Moirod, if you are to take my place as mayor

when I stand for the House of Deputies,.,

May I suggest my eldest son, Well capable,

And he can ride one of our Arab pair. He would seem to be a natural choice.

Madame Valenod, please. I have no influence,

No influence at all.

Prepare for total anarchy!

The Marquis de la Mole intends to distribute five thousand bottles of wine among the people.

Five thousand!

The sacred ceremony is rapidly descending into a Roman orgy.

You, sir,

Monsieur Sorel,

Your priest has requested your assistance in the showing of the relics,

From the red of the guard to the black of the priest in one day.

Do not disappoint us, sir.

Whatever you do, do not disappoint us,

Children,

Gentlemen, To work,

My dear, the time has come for me to depart.

You are leaving?

My husband needs me.

Stay at least for the ceremony.

I fear I no longer enjoy the show of hypocrisy,

Am I too old for him?

I was sent for. madame,

Take what is yours, sir,

For the Guard of Honour.

Monsieur Valenod has even been so kind as to offer you one of his Arab steeds,

The uniform I ordered from Besançon,

You cannot leave us, The children need you,

As do l,

Only a coward would quit the field now,

You will not leave us. will you, sir?

I will come to your room tonight, at two,

To arms!

Don't touch me.

I want you to look at me,

It's not the body of a young girl, is it?

I'd give anything to be ten years younger for you

Your girl.

Girl?

In the locket.

Is she very beautiful?

You didn't look.

It wasn't a girl.

It's a picture of a dead man I admire.

There was a time when a man without a stain on his uniform

was a man with a stain on his soul,

Now even the steel is only forged for ornament,

But in my heart,.,

In your heart, sir, there is true steel,

You cut a fine figure, my love,

Once,., once being a soldier was more than parading in fine clothes,

There was a time when France called on all men regardless of rank to fight the oppressors,

Then you could forge a destiny without hypocrisy.

That was the age when one man gave us back our very souls,

Only Jesus can do that, Julien. - Oh, I do not speak of him.

Napoleon was - - Don't name him.

It's not a name to speak of with affection.

Even in love, one cannot confess all.

I pray that I live to see you in your true glory.

France yearns for a great man.,.

A Richelieu.

A modern Richelieu or all the world will be lost again.

Why did you let him have the horse?

The whole thing is an outrage,

Young men of breeding passed over, including your own blood, for a carpenter's son.

It can only be intended as an affront,

Don't vex yourself, my dear,

I'm sure there's some perfectly satisfactory explanation,

You seem less enamoured of your tutor than others in your household.

Perhaps I have less cause for satisfaction than others,

Who's that?

The Marquis de la Mole,

I pray this is not too much for our saintly friend.

You compassion does you credit, Monsieur de Frilair.

It does, doesn't it?

What a charming acolyte,

What is the meaning of this?

Forgive me, father, It was not of my choosing,

Francois!

The Marquis de la Mole picks strange bedfellows.

Father Chélan was recommended by my Superior, Monsieur Pirard,

So they are still in regular correspondence?

Monsieur de Frilair -

What?

It's the Bishop.

Well?

He is not yet ready to meet the King,

Not my occasion, Quite wrong to interfere,

I would hate to give offence to the Bishop,

Or to his uncle, the Marquis de la Mole.

Never forget, young women of Christ

how you have witnessed one of the great kings of the earth

fall in homage before a servant of our all-powerful and most terrible Lord,

Let its meaning burn into your hearts

so that you in turn may be saved from the fires of Hell,

God is punishing me.

He is going to take my child, Julien, He is going to take my child, for my sins.

Poppycock,

Boy has a slight fever. Changeable weather, Too much excitement,

No, no, you don't understand.

Listen to me, please, For once. Iisten to me,

Our son's life depends upon it,

Madame...

No, I am his murderer.

I gave him life, but I am the cause of his dying.

Heaven is punishing me because in the eyes of God I am already a murderer.

A murderer without remorse. a murderer committing my crime over and over again.

Then destroy me, but let my child live.

What's wrong with the woman?

That's all I need,

I'll fetch the doctor, if he hasn't already drowned in wine like the rest of the town,

No, don't touch me! In the name of God, don't touch me.

Don't you see, we're killing my son.

Let me take the guilt.

Let God give me his sickness.

You love him?

Oh, Julien, if only you were his father

then it would be no sin to love you more than my own son,

Then there would be no need for punishment,

You must not confess,

If you confess you will ruin yourself and you children for nothing.

If you wish me to go, I'll leave this instant,

I am damned, Julien.

Not just for my sin, but for my lack of remorse.

I see Hell, but I feel no repentance.

I would commit my crime over. if the time came again.

I love you,

Do you love me?