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REIGN OF TERROR

France, July 26, 1794.

Anarchy, misery, murder, arson, fear.

These are the weapons of dictatorship.

One voice is heard: The screech of the guillotine.

France lies bleeding, Paris an open wound. The grab for power is on.

Maximilian Robespierre, a fanatic with

powdered wig and twisted mind.

Saint Just, connoiseur of roses and blood.

Fouché the politician, always on both sides, never in the middle.

Danton the soldier, saviour of France.

François Barras, citizen of the republic, an honest man

fighting for the life of his country.

Talleyrand, another honest man.

In 48 hours France will have a dictator. In 48 hours. Unless...

It is a sad day, when Frenchmen have to meet on enemy soil.

The reign of terror has swept to the borders of France.All the liberties

We fought for in the revolution are being destroyed.

Who's in power now?

Maximilian Robespierre, he's demanding dictatorship.

He's a madman, France must never have a dictator.

You're the only man who can stop him, general.

I'm in exile, a political prisoner. I don't dare to escape from Austria,

my face is too well known You'll have to take my place.

Your orders, sir?

I no longer give orders, I am no longer the Marquis Lafayette; I'm a general without an army,

a Frenchman without a country. All I can do is give you my blessing.

There is a man in Strasbourg who will help you. Show him this ring.

Who you are?

From the Marquis de Lafayette.

You have come just in time, the plans are all set.

Death for the enemies of France. I denounce Danton and demand his death.

- I demand the right to be heard! - Traitor.

Assassin!

You stand accused, guilty, condemned.

Who accuses me?

I, Robespierre.

Dictator.

Silence.

Your trial is over.

It hasn't begun.

Citizens, what is your will?

Death to Danton.

Citizens, open your eyes, Tomorrow it may be you standing here.

Accused, condemned, unheard.

Beware, Robespierre, the blood of France will choke in your throat.

If you come to pray for your husband's life, you're late.

Maximilian, what has come over you? Danton is your friend, your very good friend.

Together you saved France. Without Danton where would you be today?

I can't let personal feelings interfere; the people have found him guilty.

The people? But you are the people, they do what you say.

Make out an appeal

Who can I appeal to? Only you. Look at me, answer me, stop playing God.

God? The Revolution abolished God, it's only the will of the people and they have spoken.

- That's my chair you're sitting in, Fouché. - I just wanted to see how it fits.

Danton liked to sit in that chair too.

To think that he had supper with us only last night. It's amazing how fast you lose friends these days.

And you never know who's next on the list, Fouche.

Must be quite a thrill making out your death list every night.

Well, you sent for me. Here I am.

What's on your mind?

I can't decide whether to Promote you or denounce you.

Where in all Paris would you find anyone who is so disloyal,

unscrupulous, scheming, treacherous cunning or as deceitful as I.

You have to do some tall looking, Max.

Don't call me Max.

You are not dictator yet.

I will be.

Not without my help, I know too much about you.

Get out of my chair.

Is that the way talk to your chief of secret police? I'm ashamed of you, Max.

Citizen Barras.

I arrived just in time to see Danton on his way out.

Exactly as you planned, wasn't it?

Danton was my friend, not yours. Why should you go badly about it?

Because Danton was a good soldier.

Without him France would have been overrun by the armies of Europe.

That was yesterday; like all good soldiers He outlived his usefulness.

- Read that. - What is it?

It's a motion I want you to place before the Convention.

Why this would make you dictator of France.

Yes.

We didn't storm The Bastille to make any man dictator.

I am not any man.

I and my party will support no man until there is an end to this mob violence,

secret police and wholesale murder.

What you call mob violence is the Committee of Public Safety,

which enjoys the confidence of the people.

Anyone who challenges this Committee is an enemy of the people.

Where do you belong, citizen Barras?

Not in this room.

I don't think you handled that too well, Max.

Barras is not a man to be intimidated by words.

He is the only one who can recommend you for dictator before the Convention.

You can't chop his head off.

No, but Barras has many devoted friends; when their heads begin to fall

I think he'll come round To my way of thinking.

There's no one in Paris who dare touch any of his party. Not even I.

No, but there's a man in Strasbourg who isn't afraid of anything, a man named Duval.

Duval?

Do you know him?

No, but I know his record - 500 executions in a single month,

That's almost as good as yours, Max.

I've sent for him, he arrives at the Black Goose in the night.

You go there and bring him to the bakery, I'll meet him there.

How will I know him?

As one snake to another - You'll smell each other out.

Welcome, citizen.

I'm Duval, public prosecutor of Strasbourg.

- Will you have dinner? - Just show me to my room.

I'm expecting an escort from Paris, see that I'm not disturbed until it comes.

Rest assured, citizen Duval.

Goodnight.

- I'm sorry, but there is no room. - I've come to see citizen Duval.

- We have orders that he not be disturbed. - We'll see.

- Which is his room? - Please, do not make a disturbance. Come back tomorrow.

Which door? Or must I wake him out of bed.

First door to the left.

- Who's there? - A messenger from Paris.

Don't move.

What's the message?

It's dark in here.

I can hear in the dark. Speak!

It's a written message, I need light.

There is a candle on the bureau.

Light it for me.

Just hand me the message and you can go.

I was told to wait for an answer. Please light the candle.

Why are you so anxious for a light in the room? Do not you recognize the voice of Duval?

I've never met you before, citizen Duval.

If you do not know me, what good will a light do? Or are you afraid I might not be Duval?

- Who else could you be? - That depends on who sent the message.

Only two men in Paris can send messages beyond the border:

Robespierre and Barras.

Which one sent you?

That's a dangerous question To answer in the dark.

One of us has to make the first move.

Courtesy demands you speak first.

Barras.

Thank you.

What happened to Duval?

He's dead.

What did you do with the body?

My men were waiting below. Quick, what's the message?

Robespierre's men will come to pick me up at any minute.

Barras wants you to report to Robespierre,

Gain his confidence, even if you must betray some of us to keep his confidence.

Their lives won't matter, but Robespierre must never become dictator.

- How can I prevent that? - You'll get further orders from Paris.

- From whom? - From me.

Well, good to recognize each other So we might as well have a look.

Charles!

You're looking very well, Madelaine.

I had no idea such prosperity went with the Revolution.

You don't seem to have suffered much either.

What did you expect me to do when you walked out? Stop breathing?

- I couldn't explain to you then. - You can explain now.

We'll have a bottle of wine over old times, Perhaps I can get the innkeeper to play the violin,

Explanations always sound better with music.

I don't blame you for hating me.

I don't like to deprive you of that satisfaction, I don't hate you.

I just don't care anymore.

I'll be at the Café of the Living Dead.

After you've seen Robespierre please come there Charles. Please.

Seems I remember an appointment we had 4 years ago. Only one of us showed up.

The stupid one.

Well Charles has grown up to be a smart boy now.

- I'll be waiting. - I wouldn't count the minutes.

- Who was that? - She came to see citizen Duval.

Interesting.

Citizen Duval, your escort has...

What's the matter with you?

You look so different, Citizen Duval.

Different?

Why should the appearance of a public prosecutor interest you so much, citizen?

You haven't by chance a guilty conscience?

No, no, Citizen Prosecutor, I'm a patriot. It was the wig, yes of course. The wig.

So.

You're the terror of Strasbourg.

I'd recognize you anywhere, citizen Fouché.

You had a visitor, I see?

All work and no play?

I thought you enjoyed your work.

The real pleasure of my work went out with the guillotine.

It's all over too fast now. Even hanging...

That lasts but a few moments.

No, citizen Fouché, what this country needs is an elegant, slow death.

Give a man 4 hours to die; it's worth watching.

Let's try sometime. Shall we?

Anyone in particular?

Robespierrre has a beautiful long list. We're going to have some great times together, eh Duval?

Yes, I can hardly wait.

Duval, you don't know me and I don't know you.

A good start.

We might be able to do each other some good, what do you think?

You haven't said anything yet.

Suppose you tell me why Robespierre sent for you?

I was going to ask you.

Come, Duval, you can trust me.

Can I?

No.

One thing about Paris...

...never dull.

-What's this? -Robespierre's headquarters.

A bakery?

He loves hot bicuits in the morning.

Welcome to Paris, citizen Duval.

It is a pleasure.

I never shake hands, it's unsanitary.

Your barber?

Ask him again where it is.

Where is it?

Why don't you eat your bun?

- Good, huh? - Delicious

Remove the body.

People of Paris are becoming more stubborn every day.

We had the same trouble in Strasbourg.

I congratulate you on your record there.

It is becoming monotonous.

We will do our very best to make it exciting for you here.

Fouché, why don't you take a walk?

The streets are unsafe this hour of the night.

Oh well.

I expected an older man.

So did I.

I'm the eldest of the group, this year I was 36.

Fouché's 35 and Danton would have been 34, had he lived.

How old are you?

I hope to reach your age anyway.

However, age makes men tolerant and These are no times for tolerance.

We're living in a perpetual state of violence, The people have become a bloodthirsty mob

That thrives on human lives.

Each day this monster must drink its quota, there is only one man who can control this beast

And that man must be dictator of France.

What's there to stop you?

A black book

A black book?

My secret file; in it a list of names of all the enemies of France

and the proof of their crimes. It's from this book I select the daily quota for the guillotine.

Yesterday this book disappeared.

Well why not make up another one?

You don't understand. Some of the names are men who work in my own Committee.

They suspect yet nobody knows for sure if his name is on the list.

It's this fear which gives me control over the Convention.

Once they know they're on the list they'll all join forces.

I can hold them one by one but not as a group.

That's why it's imperative I get this black book back before its contents become known.

That's the real reason why I sent for you. Nobody knows about it but you.

Whom do you suspect of taking it?

I know of only one man who would have the courage to use it against me:

Barras, one of the leaders of the opposition party.

I'd like to meet this Barras.

That won't be easy, he's gone into hiding until the Convention meets.

You'll act as special agent for the Committee of Public Safety.

Here's your authority for power over all police personnel.

Fouché too?

Over everyone, except me. You have 24 hours

Not much time.

The Convention meets the day after tomorrow, we must have the book back by then.

And if I fail?

As you said, Duval, these are no times for tolerance.

I don't tolerate failures.

- Well, where do we start? - Start what?

Whatever it is. Aren't we going to work together?

I think tonight calls for a one-man job.

OK, I'm the man.

Yes, but she might not like the idea.

Can't your diversions wait?

You see I may only be in Paris 24 hours. Alright, driver.

Wait around the corner.

All by yourself, citizen?

Madelaine is expecting me.

Sit down, sit down.

Nice evening, citizen.

- You wish to see Madelaine? - She told me to meet her here.

- Who you are? - Who are you?

- A friend of Madelaine. - So was I once.

Here she comes.

You wanted to see me?

- I asked to see Madelaine. - I'm Madelaine.

At another time and in another place I might accept you, Miss Madelaine.

That will be all, Ivonne

He is nice.

I haven't got all night, citizen.

Don't just sit. Order something.

- If it isn't the terror of Strasbourg? - I don't think we were introduced.

Saint Just is the name, the shadow of Robespierre.

Wherever he goes, I go. Except here: He doesn't like women.

- Come on, join my party. - Some other time, Saint Just.

- You do not like women either? - I'm a little tired tonight.

No-one goes to bed in Paris. It isn't safe to go to bed.

I've had so many friends, all killed in bed. Fouché's secret police.

Thanks for warning me.

I have a friend in Strasbourg, Henry Dupont, no doubt you know him.

I can't say that I do.

Good, he doesn't live in Strasbourg.

Very amusing.

You know something? I don't think you are Duval.

- No? - You don't look like a butcher.

You know at first glance one could Almost mistake you for a human being.

Saint Just, we miss you!

You see? I am a human being.

This way.

You choose your friends unwisely. Saint Just is an enemy.

Who sent you?

- Shall we finish him? - Not here.

Thanks for a most cordial reception.

My friends are sometimes too impulsive. Come on up, Charles.

Close the door, Charles.

Come over here, Charles.

Closer.

Closer.

Just one kiss and 4 years are wiped out. Life's not that simple, Madelaine,

Not even for you.

Go on, pour out your bitterness

I drank it up, in buckets of sweet wine.

Tell me about the women that went with the wine.

They were all called Madelaine, they had your eyes, your mouth,

The same false smile.

Tell me more, make me jealous.

They even kissed like you, With soft, warm lips.

Like this.

Exactly.

You are a stranger Charles, we really don't know each other anymore.

And I have no intention of renewing the acquaintance.

And why did you come here tonight?

To find Barras; unfortunately you're my only contact.

Why should you want to help him?

Because I'm a Frenchman and there's only one man who can save France.

And put an end to this terror: Barras.

I wish I were that confident.

I trust this man, Madelaine, even though He doesn't have the usual reaction

to your charms.

- Have you met with Robespierre? - I just left him.

Were you followed?

I'm sure I was but there was No time to lose.

The day after tomorrow he's going to ask the Convention to appoint him Dictator.

Robespierre must never become Dictator.

- Ever hear of the black book? - The death list.

Well the book's gone.

- Who has it? - I was hoping it was you.

If only I did have it. I could whip the entire Convention into a frenzy against him.

It's the secret police, they've got the cafe surrounded.

Go this way. Hurry.

Just one more kiss and I'd have melted.

Citizen Barras, you're under arrest.

He is my prisoner.

- Was. - Is.

I'm afraid you're a little confused, Duval. I'm the chief of police.

You were chief of police.

My authorization from Robespierre.

Now if you'll be so kind As to leave.

Good work, Duval.

I was afraid Fouché was going to outsmart you. Come in, Barras.

You've had a strenuous day, Duval. I'll see that our friend

Gets to prison safely. Goodnight.

Upstairs.

- Madelaine. - Shut up.

Your friend delivered Barras Right into the hands of Saint-Just.

- That wasn't part of my plan. - I saw it with my own eyes.

What are you waiting for, Talleyrand? Shoot him.

Which side are you on?

Well, looks like I'm in the middle. But if you give me a chance I

Might be able to save Barras.

We're wasting time.

- For heaven's sake, can't you see I'm not lying. - Frankly, no.

Just because I refused to kiss you, you have me killed?

Since when have you put Such a price on your kisses?

Shoot him!

You know I'm not Duval, so does she. Give me a chance to free Barras.

Only three men in our party could possibly have the book, you know who they are.

If he's lying we can get rid of him later, it's worth the risk.

Lambert!

Exciting enough for you, citizen Duval?

You've seen Castell?

And Bernard, and now Lambert. Somebody got here first.

Then you know about the black book?

Mm-hmm. Nobody keeps secrets from me.

Nothing has been disturbed in any of the rooms.

Your companion has good eyes.

No one of these men ever had The black book.

- Then, why were they silenced? - Only Robespierre can answer that.

- Or perhaps you, citizen Fouché. - Who? Me?

Well, much as I dislike to tear myself away, Looks as though I'll have to.

Unless of course you still insist on shooting me.

- I made a mistake, Charles. - Your mistake almost cost me my life.

Your life isn't worth much unless you save Barras.

That doesn't sound like the Madeleine Who had her arms round me a while ago.

But I guess you're pretty free with your arms these days, aren't you?

Don't tempt me, I still have the gun.

Whatever happened to the Madelaine I once knew?

You had a chance to find out, that chance won't come again.

- Are you sure of that? - Positive.

- Still want to shoot me? - I couldn't. Continue.

There is a revolution going on, don't stay out late.

What you say, Saint Just, disturbs me.

I'm not sure, but it looked as if he were trying to help Barras escape.

- The man's record is perfect. - Duval's record is perfect.

What do you mean?

Fouché told me about an incident that happened at the inn.

The innkeeper didn't seem to recognize Duval the second time he saw him.

I need proof, Duval's a powerful man in Strasbourg,

I can't afford to antagonize his element there.

You will have proof, his wife arrives at noon today.

Citizen Duval.

Send him in.

Well, good morning gentlemen, We had a profitable night.

Barras is in prison and three of his best men dead.

- What about the book? - That's why I'm here.

Your time is getting short.

Why did you kill Castell, Bernard and Lambert last night?

What makes you think it was me?

It wasn't Fouché, Barras is in prison and I didn't do it.

That leaves only you, Saint Just.

Let credit fall where credit is due.

I'll never find the book if he Keeps killing off the only people I can question.

His enemies make good friends.

You know if I'm to be of any service to you You've got to take me into your confidence.

What is it you'd like to know?

In all three rooms of the slain men nothing was disturbed,

No attempt was made to search for The black book, I want to know why.

Perhaps you'd better answer that, Saint-Juste.

You have a reputation for being a clever man, Duval. Suppose you find the answer.

Thank you, I will.

We should hold him till we're sure.

I always believe in giving a man enough rope.

I've come to question the prisoner Barras.

The Committee of Public Safety's authority is good enough for me.

Just shout when you finish.

Barras?

What you?

- I didn't turn you in, Barras. - Saint Juste just happened to be in your carriage.

You've got to trust me, I'm here to help you.

I don't need your help Citizen Prosecutor, Terror of Strasbourg.

-I'm not Duval, I'm Charles D'Aubigny. -Lafayette? - I am his agent.

What trick is it this time?

Last night Castell, Lambert and Bernard were assassinated.

- By whom? - Saint Just.

Then it's all over.

There's only one way I can save you, We've got to find that black book.

- It was none of my men. - Then why were they killed last night?

Part of some fiendish plot of Robespierre.

None of the rooms of the murdered men were searched.

If they weren't killed for the black book What's behind it all?

Fear, divide and conquer, a plot as old as Caesar.

Robespierre's plan is to break up the Party.

Since the book disappeared some of my men have already come to distrust each other

Last night's murders will make them even more unsure.

By the time the Convention meets there'll be no-one to oppose his Dictatorship.

But if the book's still missing, how would he dare face the Convention?

Some of his own men are listed in that book.

Then why haven't they come forward? Whoever has it wouldn't keep silent.

- One man would. - Who?

- Robespierre. - Robespierre?

He never lost the book, it was never out of his possession.

Then why?

Don't you see what he accomplished with a single lie?

He's had us all on a wild goose chase, Searching for something that was never lost.

that's why those rooms weren't disturbed, there was nothing to look for.

If he has it...

then he will become dictator.

Guard, guard!

D'Aubigny.

If you should find it and I'm not there, Give it to Talleyrand, he'll have the courage to use it.

You'll be there. Hurry up guard!

Guard.

What's your hurry, my friend? The Convention doesn't meet till tomorrow.

Unlock this door.

- Is that an order? - It's a command.

By whose authority?

By authority of Robespierre.

Just a precaution, Duval, if you are Duval.

By the way, I have good news for you: Your wife is on her way from Strasbourg.

She should be here at any minute now. Why don't you just relax until she comes?

Robespierre and I wouldn't want To miss the happy reunion.

Citizen Robespierre.

- What are your prisoners doing out here? - This is today's batch for the guillotine.

Shut them up.

Citizen Duval, Saint Just.

Greetings. That's citizen Duval.

I apologize for inconveniencing you.

I was looking for an excuse to get to Paris. There are so many things I want to buy.

Bobo!

- What are you doing in jail? - Well I...

Now what has this silly boy done?

Nothing, just a slight misunderstanding.

My apologies, Duval. You see in my position one can't be too careful.

I compliment you on your thoroughness. You too, Saint Just.

Come, Bobo, we have so much to do.

Yes, my love.

Wait for me. I was told I could find citizen Robespierre here.

And who wishes to see citizen Robespierre?

Mme. Duval.

Inform citizen Robespierre a Mme. Duval desires an audience.

I'm not accustomed to being kept waiting.

Perhaps Citizen Saint Just can help you.

At your service, ma'am.

I will speak to no-one but citizen Robespierre.

- We all make mistakes. - No-one's perfect.

- Where is Mme. Duval? - I'm Mme. Duval.

Get him!

That was close. How did you know about Duval's wife?

One of our men recognized her at the border, Cille took her place.

We've got to get out of Paris.

Drop me.

Greetings, Duval.

Greetings, patriot. Has Robespierre returned?

He's over at the prison on some important business.

That's what I like to hear.

- Greetings, citizen Duval. - Greetings, patriot.

Greetings, patriot.

Nice patriot.

Greetings to you, patriot.

Last I heard you were in jail.

That fool Saint Just didn't think I was Duval.

- But of course you proved otherwise. - Of course.

Saint Just is a fool.

Please, Charles, no violence.

You once spoke about working together, Fouché.

The offer I made was to Duval, but I make you the same offer.

After all, we're both after the same thing.

- But I know where it is. - Where?

What are you after?

Once Robespierre is eliminated I want to join power with Barras.

Only Barras can give you that.

But Barras is in no position to bargain now.

What's your answer? Me or Robespierre?

You are the lesser of two evils, Fouché, you have my word.

- We've got to get in this room. - What for?

The black book

- In Robespierre's own room? - It was never out of that room.

What?

What a clever rascal! I'm afraid I underestimated Max.

Hurry up, Fouché.

You forget this is not my regular profession.

It's not on the table.

It's got to be in this room.

Here is your black book. All you have to do is find the right one.

It will take forever to go through all this.

Maybe we'll be lucky. You start over there.

Fouché, Fouché! Look at the names.

Is my name in it?

Let's see. Barras, Lafayette, Talleyrand, Bernard, Fouché.

Seize him!

Do something, do something.

Stop him!

Some cabbages citizen? Freshly cut last night.

Artichokes?

Pierre, this customer is asking for artichokes.

- Artichokes are out of season. - I was told I could find some here

They're very expensive. How many did you want?

3 large, 3 small.

- I thought you would never get there. - I almost didn't.

Did you find it?

Gendarmes, they're going through the market place, they must be looking for you.

You won't be safe anywhere in Paris.

What about your sister's farm?

Good. You can hide out there until the Convention meets tomorrow.

Take this, it will be safer with you.

I'll go with Charles.

You'll never get out of the city in those clothes, I'll get you some others.

We will meet tomorrow at daybreak at the Cafe of the Living Dead. Good luck.

Where are your papers?

I told you, I lost them. But ask anyone in the market,

they'll tell you who we are.

I'm not interested in who you are, but who you gave your papers to.

- Is it against the law to lose one's papers? - No, but it's treason to give them to a traitor.

If a traitor found our papers we can't help that.

- Where's your horse and cart? - In the stables where we always leave them.

Your stall is empty.

It has been stolen!

Arrest them! Make them talk.

They won't talk now.

We'll catch them at the farm, come on.

Show your papers.

Farmers, huh?

No, I'm the Viscount Charles d'Aubigny and this is Marie Antoinette.

Says here you passed through this morning with a full load of cabbages.

Sure sold them awfully fast.

There are a lot of hungry people in Paris.

- Where's your farm? - About 4 km from here.

Then you must pass through here often. I don't recall seeing your faces before.

Cabbages don't grow overnight my friend.

- What else do you raise? - Chickens, pigs.

Pierre!

I'll let you through on one condition.

What's that?

Next time you bring us a couple of chickens.

I don't know, you'll have to ask my wife.

One chicken.

Two chickens

Small ones.

Not too small.

- Yes? - We are friends of Pierre.

What's happened?

Nothing, Pierre will be here tomorrow, we would like to stay for the night.

Come in.

- Have you had your supper? - Not yet.

I just want a bed.

Who you are?

I am the terror of Strasbourg.

Come on now, finish your milk, then off to bed.

- Sit down. - Thank you.

- Are they Pierre's? - Yes

It's a pity they have to grow up in times like these.

You can be thankful you don't live in Paris.

Sometimes I wish that Louis were still king.

Don't say that, we're never going back. We're trying to build a better world,

It's not easy, but we're never going back.

Does anyone know where we are heading?

Did you ever live on a farm?

I was born on one.

- What is it? - I dont know.

Wake the man, run to the fields. I'll hide the cart.

Charles, wake up, the soldiers are coming.

Charles!

Back the way.

Anybody home?

- Is anybody home? - Just grandma.

Where is she?

Playing with Celeste

Who is Celeste?

My cow.

Where are your mother and father?

They went to the market.

Have you seen any strangers?

Have you?

What do you want here?

We are looking for a man and woman. Traitors to the Republic.

You won't find them in that bed.

This is the farm of Pierre and Marie Blanchard, isn't it?

Pierre is my son.

Your son and his wife have been arrested for treason.

No.

If we don't find the traitors, they'll both be executed tomorrow.

If you know anything, grandma, you'd better speak up now.

I know nothing.

You'll never get anything out of these farmers.

Alright search the fields.

Bring me some food and wine.

I'm thirsty, grandma.

Who's that man?

A soldier of the Republic.

What does he want?

He is thirsty too.

Come here, little one.

Would you like to be a soldier when you grow up?

You can have a horse, a sword and a gun.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

But a good soldier never lies, he always tells the truth.

Have you seen any strangers today? A man and a woman?

You can tell me, one soldier to another.

Will I get a horse?

You can have mine

Well?

I didn't see anything.

More wine for a soldier of the Republic?

Swine!

What's that you said?

More wine?

Well?

Not a trace of them, anywhere.

They can't get very far with a horse and cart.

Maybe they've gone to the next town.

They've got to be in Paris by tomorrow morning.

This is as far as they'd go. Keep searching.

I left the men those orders.

I'm dead on my feet.

I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up in half an hour.

You're not going to disturb the children?

I'll take the cot. Get me a pillow.

Never mind.

I said never mind!

What are you doing?

I was just covering him.

Get away from there.

- It's Saint Just. - Where?

Sleeping on the cot.

He must have found the book.

No, he'd be gone now if he had. He must be sleeping right on it if it's still there.

No don't get up, there's a Sergeant sitting at the table.

The soldiers'll be back any minute.

Get in there and put a stop to it.

- It's mine. - Give it to me.

Stand still

- We're safe now I think. - No wait a minute.

We didn't lose them.

They'll overtake us riding double. We'd better hide in here.

These woods are full of caverns. They can't search every one of them.

- I think they've gone. - I'd better have a look.

Spread your men outside the woods, we'll wait here for them to come out.

They're laying a trap for us in the woods, there must be another way to Paris.

Only the main road.

If only the moon weren't so bright we could make a run for it.

We better wait, maybe the clouds will cover the moon.

There are the clouds. You have to ride fast; don't look back.

Where has Charles D'Aubigny taken the book?

To whom?

I'm asking you for the last time.

Make her talk.

Up to your old tricks, eh?

I know a much better way to get the black book.

What is your way?

It has to be quick, the Convention meets in less than an hour.

Let her down.

This earring will have more persuasion than tortures.

I'll meet you at the Convention.

You've done well, Charles. This day will see the end of the terror.

- I'll go back for Madelaine now. - Take some men with you.

Please, gentlemen, not so rough.

Congratulations, you came very close, Charles.

Not quite close enough, it seems.

Oh I have something for you.

Where is she? Where is she?

Being entertained by Robespierre. It's either Madelaine or the book.

You can't have both.

The convention meets in less than 10 minutes.

Without this Robespierre will become dictator.

Barras and many more will die, France will die.

Bring the prisoner François Barras.

This is not a trial, Barras is not a prisoner at the bar.

You are not judges, you are statesmen and representatives of the nation.

In your hands lies the fate of France, you have not to pass

sentence for or against a single man.

This man is already a self-confessed traitor by opposing the will of the Convention.

It is you who must take a resolution on the question of public safety

and to decide a question of national foresight.

It is with regret that I pronounce the fatal truth

Barras has to perish rather than that this Convention be torn with disunity.

Barras must die, that the country may live.

Madelaine!

Madelaine!

There is a cord about the throat of liberty and both ends are held by traitors like Barras

I demand a decree of accusation against them.

I demand a declaration of national emergency,

I demand the suspension of all Legal procedures and that this Convention vests in me

the authority of sole and absolute Dictatorship.

Never!

No!

Down with Dictators!

I denounce Robespierre!

Long live liberty!

Never!

No dictator in France.

Citizens, silence.

I denounce Robespierre!

Down with Robespierre!

Death to Robespierre!

Let's save everyone.

Long live liberty!

Take him to the guillotine!

Citizens!

- Max, they'll kill us. - Death is no stranger to me.

The mob has gone mad, they'll tear us to pieces.

I made the mob, the mob are my children. They won't turn against their father.

If it is my life you want, take it.

One more life isn't important, What is important is the will of the people.

I've fought to give the people the right to exercise their own will.

I fought to give France back to the people.

Blood has poured freely, and if more blood is needed you can have mine.

The greatest death that a man can die is for his own people,

but you will be a mob without a leader. If I go, who takes my place?

Let the man step forward who Can follow in the steps of Robespierre,

I have led you through the darkness.

If I sought Dictatorship it was not for personal glory.

Your will is my will.

Shut his mouth.

I have killed only for you.

- Where is she, Saint Just? - Only Robespierre knows.

Take him to the guillotine.

What have you done with Madelaine?

It's no use, he'll never speak again.

- To the guillotine! - No no.

Robespierre's last monument.

He planned on having statues built to himself.

All he leaves behind him is stale bread.

The end is always being put to some use in France, citizen.

The art of being a Frenchman is knowing what comes next.

Have you any ideas?

I am neither a Frenchman nor a politician, I am merely a soldier.

Well, my friend, I must be off. Perhaps we shall meet again some time.

By the way, I don't believe I got your name.

My name is Bonaparte, Napoleon Bonaparte.

Napoleon Bonaparte? I'll try to remember.

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