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You know how to shoot. sir?

My dear sir

Iet me see.

Really, it's nothing,

He was an extremely fat ambassador,

In my opinion, the Moroccans'
behaviour was exemplary, given the situation,

In fact, I 've been in love with them
and their beautiful country ever since.

I must be sure to visit.
- Oh. do. do. But beware the baths,

Or over-eating,

Keep an eye out for him at the opera,

Spy out a grotesque being prised out of his seat,
by two servants with little red hats,

Gentlemen, much as I relish your company
I fear I must forsake you

for a somewhat less engaging reality.

Driver! The house here.

You are a relative of the
Marquis de la Mole?

Alas, no. I am merely his private secretary,

Good day, sirs.

And a good day to you too, sir,

A secretary.

Pardon. A thousand pardons.

Mademoiselle?

Forgive me.,. I should not
have disturbed you at your work,

Might I be of some assistance?

I wondered if...

so few of my friends
read anything but trivia.,.

perhaps you might recommend
some works that,.,

I hardly imagine, mademoiselle,
that you believe l, an unsophisticated cleric

could suggest suitable entertainment,

It was not mere entertainment
that I sought, sir,

Forgive me.

Is my work a cause for concern, sir?

It is exemplary.

What concerns me is
after three months arriving in Paris

you have succeeded in embarrassing
one of the leading members of the aristocracy,

It sets me to ponder, sir -
are you intending to embarrass me?

In no way, sir,
- Then why have you hidden your noble ancestry?

Sir?

According to the Comte de Beauvoisis, 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 it known
that he fought a duel with a carpenter's son.

But it does now fall to me as to whether or not
to give the tale some touch of credence.

And it suits my whim to do exactly that,

Allow me, my dear Sorel, to make you
a present of this blue coat,

My lord?

Put it on.

Outside of our work time, Monsieur Sorel

if ever you deem 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, the Comte de Blanes.

Diversion, Julien. One must have diversion.

All that makes life bearable,

A man cannot save my life
on a battlefield every day

or help me double my fortune

but he might, if he had
a generous heart, and a witty mind

relieve me for an hour
of my almost infinite boredom,

Sit, my friend, please.

Now, tell me the Musketeer's Tale

of the wicked coachman,
the loyal soldier and the languid Lord.

What do you make of it, sir?
- Tell should have used his arrow and killed the villain.

What is so amusing, Monsieur Sorel?

Monsieur Sorel?

A private jest, mam'selle.
Of little consequence.

It's a surprise to know our cleric
has a sense of humour,

Perhaps he gets it from his father,

Please don't add to the gossip, Etiennette,
I really can't bear it.

Is that all that you are ever going to do?
Is this your life? Is there nothing else?

By no means, I was merely -
- Don't deem her an answer.

She was not expecting one.

Monsieur Valenod. How delightful,

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
rise in fortune, Monsieur Sorel,

The title, it must add to your confidence
in your bid to become Mayor of Verrières?

Well, your old master
is practically a revolutionary,

The whole world knows that,

Whilst you, sir, are a renowned monarchist.

As ever,

How fares Monsieur de Rênal?

Still making nails.

And his family, what of them?

Madame de Rênal? Is she well?

With the backing of the Ministry
I could obliterate our mutual friend.

You ought to introduce me
to the Marquis de la Mole,

I am far too humble a person, sir,
to take it upon myself to introduce anyone.

But you have influence, sir,

But it's wonderful, my boy. Wonderful.
How ever did you notice the discrepancy?

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

Merely,

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

Five years! I marvel. I marvel.

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

Sire, I must decline the gift,

But why, sir?

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

and it would endanger the liberties that the Marquis
is kind enough to tolerate from the man in blue,

Sir,

Are you attending the
Monsieur de Retz's ball tonight?

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

Come, Come with my brother,

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

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

I understand he has transformed
the ballroom into the Alhambra,

Last week at Prince Korassof's.
we were trapped 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 Belle of the Ball.
No question.

You can tell that by the expression
on Mademoiselle Fourmont's face!

She cannot compete
with the beauty of innocence.

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.

All convey, 'l fear you, but I want you',

The silent quintessence of seduction.

Who would dare approach
such a sublime beauty?

Some reigning Prince, or perhaps
a natural son of the Emperor of Russian

for whom a kingdom would be made,

Paris always esteems arrogance
higher than sincerity.

But she does have
the charm of youth, Julien.

Monsieur Sorel. is not this
the finest ball of the season?

I hardly constitute a judge, mam'selle,
as this is the first I have ever attended,

So how does a sage see us?

I suspect you view us
rather like Monsieur Rousseau,

Our follies surprise
but do not tempt you.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau
was an idiot, mam'selle.

For all his preaching of
republics and revolutionaries

he went delirious with joy
whenever a duke so much as nodded at him,

But does Rousseau not write in
his memoirs that he thought,.,

Mathilde!

What could be duller than a life
with any of these men?

They would adorn you with
everything needed to sleep for ever,

What is the use of a love
that makes one yawn?

One might as well take up religion,

I see the widowed saint has deemed
to grace us with her presence.

No doubt she is looking
for a priest to make confession,

My friend, Monsieur Sorel,
of whom you might have heard me speak.

Madame de Fervaques.
- Madame,

You do not dance. sir.
- Not even if compelled, madame,

Good. Paris is too dominated
by compulsion.

A widow with a fine fortune.
but marred by a vice for virtue.

But 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 Altamira! You are
the last person I expected to see here,

They like to keep an eye on me.
And I like to eat.

Who is the man our clerk speaks to?

A conspirator,
- A conspirator at a ball.

How charming.
- He is under sentence of death,

Is that what makes him shine?

See that weasel over there?

The Principe D'Arceli, the ltalian ambassador,

This morning he applied for my extradition.

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 we gave to them,

Croisenois is such a handsome man.

Am I to be sacrificed to his fine features?

I am bored.

You are cross, dear. I warn you,
that is bad manners at a ball,

Nonsense, Mother, I have a headache,
It is too hot in here.

A revolution wipes out all titles
conferred by social caprice.

Then a man can make his destiny
according to his capacity for facing death,

But in this age, what can a man achieve?

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

He probably wouldn't even
have made Assistant 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 Napoleon stole food
and jewels in ltaly 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 too,
Yes, Danton was such a man,

Was not Danton a mere butcher, sir?

Has Mademoiselle de la Mole
some order for her father's secretary?

He is obliged to listen
and to fulfil them with respect,

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

Mam'selle.

Do I intrude on private grief, sir?

Not mine, my dear Comte de Blanes.

Once a year my daughter
puts us all through this charade.

On this day, in 1574, my ancestor,
Boniface de la Mole, was beheaded

for his attempt to release our young princes
from the grasp of Catherine de Medici.

A rather impulsive endeavour,
but one that has endeared him everlasting

to my equally headstrong daughter.

To be candid. I doubt it is his
political folly that attracts her

but rather that he was the lover
of Queen Margueritte de Navarre,

Margueritte is Mathilde's second name.
Her 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 pity the poor lover
whose head will lie in Mathilde's lap,

And now, sir, your time
to tell a tale,

Any fop can wear a pretty uniform,

But what courage is demanded
to wield a sabre for real around your head?

To look death itself directly in the face?

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

to have followed Napoleon
beyond the point of idle show

to where 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, he's a hypocrite biding his time,

If the Revolution should come again,
he will have us all guillotined.

Am I mad or could she love me?

Do you Iove her?

It doesn't matter. Take her and move on.

To arms!

Mam'selle. I wonder if I might
take the liberty to recommend,.,

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

I regret my suggestion is so misplaced,

However, by way of recompense,
mademoiselle will no doubt be glad to know

that she will soon have the freedom
of the library, without my encumbrance.

Are you leaving us, sir?

I fear the estates in Languedoc
need my urgent attention,

When?

I have yet to speak to your father. However,
there is little to stop me leaving forthwith.

You must not speak to him.

Do you not like me at all, sir?

Visit me tonight, at two.

Are they playing with me?
Is this another trap?

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

To arms.

Pistols. sir?

I am armed to the teeth.

You know the dangers
and yet you dare to risk all?

It is necessary to lower the ladder.
- Why?

To conceal it behind the balustrade.

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 the matter much thought.

Now is the time they'd kill a man.

Now is the time, sir.

Do you not think?

Mathilde! Time!

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa,

Ideo precor beatam
Mariam semper virginem

beatum Michaelem Archangelum,
beatum Joannem Baptistam

sanctos apostolos Petrum et Paulum
omnes sanctos.,.

So pure.

Is that all?

Mam'selle would like
a partner for the game?

Sir, you clearly believe you have
a powerful hold over me

since, without my permission,
you feel at liberty to follow me everywhere,

I can only conclude that such presumption draws
strength from a possible threat to my reputation,

Is this how you see it, sir, that you have gained
a mistress, whilst I have lost my freedom?

Mam'selle, I pledge to you eternal secrecy.

All that has transpired will be
consigned forthwith to the sea of forgetfulness,

What is the meaning of this?

I loathe myself, sir, for having
surrendered myself to the first comer.

The first comer? The first comer!

Fool.

Fool!

What am I to do?

Flee the field.

To where, sir?
- The Languedoc, sir,

Your estates there need my urgent attention,

I have delayed until now but,.,
- No. sir.

There are matters of more weight at present
than simply coining money,

You are confined to barracks. sir.

You will oblige me by never being absent
for more than a few hours,

I may need you at any moment.

Idiots!

Do they want a revolution?

This is.,. this is gibberish, man,
Have you lost your senses?

A slight indisposition, A fever,

I hope your memory is not impaired?

I forget nothing, sir,

France needs proof of your memory.
Learn this by heart for tomorrow night.

It's like reading the end of the world,

There exists in France a certain class of men
who are failed revolutionaries.

These men hold in contempt
the present government

and breathe only to create the.,.
I love her,

,.,and breathe only to create the wind
of the tempest of change,

The French nation finds itself enveloped
in a theocratic conspiracy,

What have I done?

Perhaps he is worthy to be my master. Perhaps.

'The King passed the evening in his apartments
with R,R, and other leading members of his court.

Earlier in the day, the Dauphin had intended
to review the cavalry regiment in their manoeuvres.

However, owing to bad weather,
they have now been postponed until,.,'

Mathilde, Mathilde!

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

Now I am free of Iove.

Performances, Théâtre français. Tartuffe,
ç
False confessions. Opéra comique.

No show. Vaudeville,
The Pistol Shot. The Fire,

I'll kill myself,

Porte Saint Martin. The two Raymonds.
The Jew, Yes. Cirque olympique.

Equestrian display, Elephants,
It's the only way.

What. and have the woman
mock you even more?

To arms!

You are mad.
- If you cannot retreat, you must advance.

Punish me for my pride, my wicked pride,

You are my master, reign over me forever.

Take these locks, and if I scorn you again,
show them to me as the mark of memory

the mark of my oath to obey you.

What are you doing?
- I must go.

No, please.

I would never sacrifice you honour
for my own selfish desire.

Selfish?

I love you,
- Then don't leave me,

Think of the consequences,

Would Danton have thought
of the consequences?

Don't go!

Let them know,
Let the whole world know,

That would hardly be wise.

Wise?

Coward!

Wait!

Tonight,

I no longer think of love, sir,

Madame de Fervaques.
His Grace the Archbishop of Rheims.

Sir,

Your young disciple seems a little preoccupied,

I fear he find these soirées
somewhat vacuous. Madame,

One can only concur. Spirituality has vanished
from our world, Monsieur Pirard.

We wander in a desert looking only for ices.

What do you think, Julien?

They make a fine couple, don't they?

My sister's arrogance and
De Croisenois's perseverance?

Should give birth to a fine brood,

Julien!

Suffering as we are from the terrible
consequences of the revolutionary logic

we can now appreciate the need for re-establishing
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,

Vaudeville, The Pistol Shot. The Fire,

Porte Saint Martin. The two Raymonds.
The Jew,

Cirque olympique.
Equestrian display, Elephants,

Managing Director of La Quotidienne,
Monsieur Laurentie.

Enough,

I personally vouch for this man's fidelity,
as much as I do his memory.

You are to commit the
following to heart, Julien

and deliver it into the hearing
of one man only,

The future of France depends on you,

Do you understand?

It must be recalled and repeated
in every last detail

and you must wait for a reply
as long as it takes,

To our most esteemed friend, cousin.
and Saviour of France

his Lordship, the Duke of Wellington,

You wish to sit, Julien?

It may be some time before
you can see this place again.

The carriage will take you on
to the outskirts of Paris

and there you will transfer
to an unmarked coach.

Inside will be a false passport,
papers, money, new clothes,

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

You ask nothing of this task?

I am your obedient servant, sir.

Take care,

There may be those
who wish to kill you,

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

I do not fear meeting death, sir.

I do, Julien. I do.

To our most esteemed friend, cousin.
and Saviour 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 sore through the whole of Europe,

We patriots will mobilise
thirty thousand gentlemen

all ready 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 Saviour
of the true France, to come again to our aid,

I am under instruction to return
with a reply, sir,

Patience. Patience.

The Saviour of France.

What are you aiding your mad marquis?

I gave him my word,

Practising the art of boredom, sir? Excellent,

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

My dear Monsieur de Beauvoisis,
what brings you to London?

Fashion. sir.

One should only travel for the
most trivial of reasons.

Anything else, and one is in danger
of becoming a moral force within the world.

And you, sir?

Diversion.

A kindred spirit.

And do you see anything
that takes your fancy?

Charming, are they not?

However, they lack somewhat
in the realms of passion,

You see, men here value modesty
as the paramount quality to any woman.

Hardly the most diverting of virtues,

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

I was mistaken, sir. You languish
not in boredom, but in melancholy,

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

It is true I am crossed in love. sir.

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

No actress could afford
to behave on such a whim.

So, she's rich?

And therefore proud.

Oh, it's impossible to match a cravat
to such an expression,

So we will simply have to change it.

Nothing tempts, sir?

Not even a pastry?

Only the English could present
a bordello as a gentlemen's club,

Its hypocrisy is not without
a certain charm.

But obviously not for you.

Only the satisfaction of your love will suffice?

Then to the hard cure,
There are two medicines, my friend

both a trifle sour, but you must
take them religiously.

First, see the lady in question every day,
but be benign with her.

Rule one of love - always
be the opposite of what she expects,

Nothing intrigues a woman
more than bafflement.

Second, you need to woo
one of her acquaintances

who must be of almost
unassailable purity,

How do I do that?

By correspondence.

Write her the most intense of letters,
It never fails.

For a prude, 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,

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

There is no need for a gentleman
to compose them for himself.

Merely copy,

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 quakeress in London,

Does your life depend on it, sir?

Then take the tonic.

Now, more tea?

Enter.

Well?

He 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 begged me
to tender to you his -

It is over,

Good,

One must not punish
the bearer of bad tidings,

Is this how they dress now, sir?

Will this suit?

Not to be worn with the black coat, of course.

In the old days then they awarded
the Légion d'Honneur, there was more ceremony,

Now all you get is an old man with gout.

I do not deserve this.

For secret services rendered to the crown.

So secret, they may never be spoken.

Thank you, sire.

Oh, forgive me, father, I -

And how is mademoiselle? I understand
you and your mother visited the country?

I hope you found it enervating?

Field upon field ripe with tedium.

At least Paris offers ample diversion,

I was not aware that you found it so,
Monsieur Sorel,

It is not without its intellectual stimulation,

Sire.

Mademoiselle.

The Légion d'Honneur,
What has he done to deserve such -

That is a matter of concern
only to the King.