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Get back, you lot.

Get to the guillotine.

The scourge of France!

Terror is nothing more than justice.

Prompt, severe, inflexible.

It is therefore an emanation of virtue.

Now, she was guilty of three charges against you:

depletion of the national treasury,

conspiracy against the internal and external security of state,

and high treason for acting in the interests of the enemy.

Mercy for the villains?

No.

Mercy for the innocent.

Mercy for the unfortunate.

Mercy for humanity.

An inescapable outcome of democracy's connection

in relation to the nation's immediate demands at this moment...

The British navy have taken the port of Toulon.

Half the French fleet is trapped there.

If we lose those ships, the Republic will fall.

Lucky for us, there are only 2,000 English troops in Toulon.

But we are short of artillery and led by a general who was a court painter.

It is not necessary to recapture Toulon itself.

The town is not a town. The town is a port.

If the harbor's untenable to the English fleet,

the town must surrender.

My brother, Captain Bonaparte, as artillery officer,

has organized heated shots against English ships.

He has proven his commitment to the Republic.

And how do you propose to take the harbor?

Capture the fort that dominates the harbor,

and you have the city.

We must make an example, or other cities will fall.

And I, for one,

will never let the royalists or the English take my region.

Morning, sir.

General Carteaux?

He's over there.

Lucien, my dear brother, I am in Toulon already.

The troops are in a poor state, and your conscripts untrained and undisciplined.

Without equipment and resources, I see only failure.

We are collecting scrap iron to recast small mortars more suitable for my plan.

If we do not succeed,

those in power will only see us as Corsican ruffians unfit for higher office,

and our mother's ambitions will be quashed.

That's it, madam. Fine eye you have.

- There you go. - I'll still be here next week.

The British control the big guns

that point out at their fleet offshore.

Take those guns, and we can fire onto them and end this blockade.

Surprise is my advantage, but I will win by fire.

I cannot wait for your arrival.

Your brother, Napoleon.

Oi, shit rag! Yes, you!

Move along now. Go on. Move!

Move them fucking goats!

Last chance! Fucking move them goats!

You better fucking move them now!

Do you understand?

♪ He sat himself down By the fire, my boys ♪

♪ To join in our jovial crew ♪

- Get in position. - Quick, quick!

♪ By the chimney corner Was his own place ♪

♪ Where he could sit And dye his old face ♪

♪ When Jones's ale was new, my boys ♪

Quick, quick!

♪ When Jones's ale was new ♪

♪ Pints of beer and bottles of sherry To help them over the hill so merry ♪

♪ When Jones's ale was new ♪

Fire!

We're under attack!

We're under attack! Grab your weapons!

Get those ladders up quick, men!

Fire! Hit your target!

Get the mortars up there!

Ready, boy? Ready, boy? Ready, boy?

Oh, God!

- You all right? - I'm fine.

Get the mortars!

Protect the cannons!

Into position!

- Vive la France! - Vive la France!

Ready the cannons!

Sir! Yes, sir.

Mortars!

Elevation 160.

- Fire! - Firing!

Junot, heated shots!

Fire!

Junot, fire!

Fire!

- Reload! - Reload.

Fire!

Fire!

Shoulder, hold!

Captain Napoleon Bonaparte, I award you the rank of brigadier general.

Long live the Republic!

Long live the Republic!

Long live the Republic! Long live the Republic!

I promised you brilliant successes, and I've kept my word.

Order, hold!

For Mother.

You know your father's under arrest?

He's a prisoner.

Hmm. Do you know why?

'Cause he's a noble.

Hmm.

Are you a noble?

- Hortense, it's al... it's all right. - Hmm?

Hmm? Are you a noble?

Yes.

Yes? Hmm.

Mm-hmm. What do your parents say about royalty?

Come now. Don't be shy.

What do they say when they speak of Louis and Marie Antoinette?

My father is for the revolution. So am I.

Don't lie to me or I will hurt you.

Sir, she is five years old.

She's not lying. My husband fought on your side.

Hands. Show me your hands.

Mouth. Open your mouth. Open your mouth!

Look at those teeth.

Come on. Keep up!

- Keep her jewelry. - Hands.

That way.

Joséphine.

Theresa?

Hey, stop it.

- Move it. - Hurry up. Come on.

Move.

The tombereau comes every morning.

We have a rule. No tears. No goodbyes.

We just wave like we're off to the café.

Follow me.

A pregnant woman gets a stay of execution until the baby's born.

And men never need a reason to fuck, do they?

Welcome home.

They say the blade of the guillotine can get caught in your hair.

Got stuck in the king's neck.

His neck was fat.

You have the neck of a swan. You won't feel a thing.

I'm not going to die.

I'll do what it takes.

And if that means getting pregnant, so be it.

You can die like a lady, or you can live. Like me.

This is the mark of a blade. Look.

The current leadership of France has passed from enthusiasm

to reckless ambition.

And the public perception of the guillotine is lawless passion,

led by Robespierre.

He is unfit to rule.

Bonaparte.

France!

It has become increasingly clear, Citizen Robespierre,

that your motivations are to use this blade to your ultimate power!

Let me speak!

There is no man in this room who has objected to my methods.

If you say I am guilty, you are all guilty!

You are not a defender of freedom.

You have deemed yourself judge, jury and executioner, have you not?

You're worse than Caesar! Worse than Caesar!

You are, all of you, the traitors!

Arrest him!

Get him.

- Justice. - He's still alive.

You missed.

The guillotine, my friend.

Knock off his head! Kill him!

No.

Hortense?

Eugène?

Lucille?

Madame?

Children, come.

Come.

Look at that. Look at that.

Leaves nothing to the imagination.

But then, I don't have much imagination.

You know who they are?

The new queens of Paris.

Yeah, let's go.

Ooh.

A seven, madame.

Deal again.

Deal again.

Your bet.

Seven again.

No. No win.

I'll be out first. That's mine.

Why are you staring at me?

- Am I? - Mmm.

- No, I was not. - Yes.

Oh, you weren't?

I was.

I was staring at... at your face.

What is this costume you have on?

This is my uniform.

I led the French victory at Toulon.

Do not tell me your name.

You ran up a debt at cards tonight.

- Hmm? - Hmm.

I'll pay it this time.

I've made your reputation in the salons, Paul.

I should really ask for more.

More?

This will keep you afloat for now.

But you should get to know Bonaparte better.

Why?

Because.

- General? - Mmm?

There is a very young man who wishes to see you.

His name is, uh, Eugène Beauharnais.

Mmm.

Ow.

Citizen.

General Bonaparte.

Yes?

My name is Eugène Beauharnais, son of Joséphine Beauharnais.

What do you want?

My father's saber.

I-It was taken from him before he was arrested and executed.

Yes?

I-It would mean a great deal to me and to my mother if it were returned to us.

It's all we have of him.

The sword is a weapon.

I cannot allow citizens to have weapons in their possession.

The sword is a keepsake for me to remember my dear late father.

Perhaps, but it is a weapon nevertheless.

Young man, why are you here?

My mother said that you were the only man of authority to retrieve the sword.

All of these are from officers who were sentenced to die.

Did no one think to attach names to any of them?

No, there are no names.

General Bonaparte?

Thank you.

Is there reason to introduce myself?

No, General.

Good.

My compliments to the chef of this fine family.

Would you like to sit closer?

Do I look like I'm in love?

Do you find him without appeal?

No.

Then perhaps that is enough.

Do not underestimate your grace.

Sir.

When you look at me, do you see an aristocrat?

No.

My husband had more than one lover.

And when his head was cut off, all his mistresses watched.

When I was in prison, I was told the only way to survive was to get pregnant.

So, General...

do I need warn you of my indiscretions?

No, madame.

Does where I have been concern you?

No, madame.

If you look down, you'll see a surprise.

And once you see it, you will always want it.

People of France, don't be fooled. There are more of us!

We can occupy this Convention!

Long live the king!

Long live the king! Long live the king!

No doubt you've seen the chaos in the streets.

Yes.

There is a belief amongst the Committee

that there is an attack on the Council coming by this mob.

I have less than 4,000 troops and very little in the way of weapons.

There are 40 cannons in Sablons. I could have them here in three hours.

This mob is 20,000 strong.

Yes.

As my second-in-command, what would you intend to do

if this assignment of defense was transferred to you?

I accept, on the condition that I command this as I see fit.

Without interruption.

I will not lead as second-in-command.

Come on!

Fire!

♪ We shall win or we shall perish ♪

♪ The French must live for her ♪

♪ And for her the French must die... ♪

To the savior of the Republic.

- To the savior of the Republic. - Savior of the Republic.

I'm just a watchman for our laws.

For our Republic.

For the universe.

Nothing more.

Liberty or death.

- Liberty or death. - Liberty or death.

According to the law of 20th September, 1792,

Marie-Josèphe-Rose Tascher,

born 23rd June, 1767, in Martinique,

accepts as her husband Napoleon Bonaparte,

born February, 1768, in Ajaccio, Corsica.

Do you consent?

- Yes. - I do.

Do you consent?

Yes. I do.

I declare you united in marriage.

As part of the Peace Treaty,

these masterpieces will be placed under the care of your archbishops.

These works now belong to the people of France.

To the savior of the Republic!

And to Madam Bonaparte.

To Madam Bonaparte.

This guy right next to me?

- Mmm. - He wants my saber.

Let that good work make us a son.

Is this what will happen from now on?

I marry you and you leave?

Every time you leave, I have no assurance of your return.

My sweet Joséphine...

The only thing you can depend on in this world...

...is that I shall always return to you.

Dear Joséphine,

I follow in the footsteps of Alexander the Great and Caesar,

as I have been sent to liberate Egypt.

I have 40,000 men,

and the sights are wondrous, and the weather is stifling hot.

I have already conquered Italy, who surrendered without conflict.

The Directory has approved my plan for attacking England

through their eastern empire.

But my achievements seem slight, as they keep us apart.

Bad luck?

Oh.

You may bring those two out, if you wish.

Thank you, madam. Been a great pleasure playing with you.

Perhaps something, if your fortune might change later on?

- I'll take it. Thank you. Hmm. - Sir.

My dear Joséphine, Away from you there is no joy.

You have robbed me of more than my soul. You are the one part of my life.

You like it?

I like it a lot.

I know not if you want money, for you never speak to me of business.

If you do, will you ask my brother for it?

He has 200 louis of mine.

Ladies, do you like it?

I love it.

I'll take that now.

Dear wife,

This love I have for you is a kind of death.

There is no survival for me except in you.

Hello again.

What are you doing?

No letters from you.

Good morning, Lucille.

If you loved me, you'd write me twice a day.

Tell me there are no snakes in your bed,

in your legs, inside what is mine.

You must write me and tell me

that you realize that I love you beyond the limits of imagination,

that only you can please me.

Thank you.

- Absolutely. I like it. - That's very ni...

You know they have white, silky things. Amazing.

Are there limits to what I can tell you?

There shouldn't be.

Should I tell you something at the risk of giving you personal pain?

Yes.

Your wife has taken a lover named Hippolyte Charles.

- You expect me to believe this? - Yes.

That my wife would do this to me? Mmm.

Yes.

No dessert for you. You may leave.

I would never lie to you.

How do you know this?

Lucille is my lover. She writes to me.

Joséphine's lady-in-waiting is your lover?

Prepare two frigates and two smaller vessels in the greatest secrecy.

I'm returning home.

- Napoleon... - Hmm?

...this will be seen as desertion.

General Kléber will be informed of his succession to command after I've left.

Order arms!

Napoleon the victorious!

Hyah, hyah, hyah!

Where's my wife?

She has left to greet you in Lyon.

Do not lie to me. Where is my wife?

She left earlier today, General.

- Lyon? - Yes, sir.

The entire world knows of my arrival, but not my wife?

Forgive me for earlier.

Yes, sir.

Sit with me.

My wife has humiliated me, and I need comfort, Lucille.

Yes, I'm sure that you do, General.

What do you suggest would give me comfort?

I can draw you a hot bath, General.

I can prepare you something sweet...

and console you.

What kind of creature are you?

How could you care so little

for me and my feelings?

You are a selfish little pig.

Do you think so lowly of me?

No. I don't.

Then why?

Because you're what? Say it.

I'm sorry.

That's not enough.

- What do you... What do you want me to say? - I want you to say

that I am the most important thing in the world!

You are.

- Say it! - You're... You're... You're... You're...

You're the most important thing in my life, in the world. You a...

- And without me, you are nothing. - I'm nothing.

And you will do anything!

I'll do anything.

I'm not built like other men.

And I'm not subject to petty insecurity.

You're a beast.

I feel sorry for you.

You want to be great?

Hmm?

You are nothing without me.

Say it.

Say it.

You are just a brute that is nothing without me.

I am just a brute that is nothing without you.

Yes.

You are nothing without me or your mother.

My mother...

Did you have affairs?

Of course I did.

And did you love them?

No. No, I did not.

Were they pretty?

Yes, some of them.

They served their purpose.

More than I do?

They cried less. That made them more attractive.

Don't...

Don't leave me. Please, don't leave me.

Just don't leave me.

You don't have to forgive me. Just promise me you won't leave again.

What is it that made you desert your troops in Egypt?

Shh!

Citizens...

what country are we in?

Because she doesn't resemble the France that I left.

Who should be responsible for her governance while I'm away?

Because it is not you, Citizen Gohier.

It is not you.

It certainly is not you. Although you're very good at scowling.

It is not you, Barras.

Or you, Talleyrand.

Or you, Sieyès.

So, who?

Who should be responsible? Fouché, do you have any ideas?

No?

I have returned to France to find her bankrupt.

Printing money that is spent within hours,

the Austro-Russian overrun of Italy,

the Anglo-Russian occupation of Holland,

and what appears to be the imminent invasion of France herself.

And yet, you accuse me of desertion.

Added to which the discovery that my wife is a slut.

The only thing that every French citizen can agree on is that you are our Caesar.

What do you want?

Well...

the people would accept my rule if I have your support.

Like you, though, I believe that the Directory is corrupt.

But together, we can save this country from a restoration of the monarchy,

and we can preserve the ideals of the Revolution.

And I think that a seizure of power is possible

with your help, at the right time.

And I think this is the right time.

So, you expect me to be your sword?

I expect that a coup d'état, well-timed, well-executed...

could transfer power into the hands of three consuls:

myself, Ducos...

and you.

I'm inviting you to the winning side.

Hmm?

Myself and Ducos will resign first,

followed by Barras, Gohier, and Moulin.

And this will create an opening to transfer power.

Yeah, I like Barras, but he is corrupt and isolated.

I think, given the proper threat, he will quickly make the right decision.

As for the others, uh, Gohier and Moulin, is it?

I-I don't know.

There are ways to dissuade them from resistance.

Yes, but this may not become a... ...military or a violent matter.

It will be a police matter.

Yes.

Lucien...

As Governor of the Council of 500,

you will persuade both Councils, at an emergency session,

that a Jacobin coup is at hand,

and that the only safe place is out of Paris,

away from the Parisian mob, at Saint-Cloud,

where we'll then save them from this threat.

Can I be honest?

There's only one problem with Sieyès and Ducos's plan.

- And that's Sieyès and Ducos. - Mmm.

They don't know you're... You've got all the power.

You're taking all the risks. You're doing all the work.

I don't know why you're bringing them along with you.

Well, I'll need ladies-in-waiting.

Ladies-in-waiting, huh? Doing what?

Well, tending to things.

- Tending? - Yes.

You think those fucking idiots could tend?

They couldn't tend... I wouldn't let them tend to my balls.

- Precisely. - Yeah.

I'll need that.

Tongue bath? I wouldn't let them wipe my arse.

From this moment on, all friends that you've had,

anyone from the society of the Directory, cannot be trusted. That life is over.

Well, what's the outcome of this if you don't succeed?

By this time tomorrow,

you will be sleeping with the First Consul of France

and I will stick it to you.

It's a simple letter of resignation we would like you to...

I am not signing anything.

You can piss before I sign anything away!

Gentlemen.

Who's doing this?

Good morning, Paul.

Hmm.

I'm going to make this very simple for you.

I have documents announcing your resignation from the Council.

You must retire before you have your breakfast, please.

Tell them I return with joy to the ranks of simple citizen.

I shall.

There are some gentlemen here to see you.

Citizen Moulin, we have a letter of resignation for you to sign.

- No, no, no. I am eating my breakfast. - No.

I am enjoying a succulent breakfast.

This is outrageous! I shall finish my breakfast before you touch me!

- No! - Enjoy your breakfast.

Director!

I believe the time has come to demand an explanation.

Hear, hear!

Uh, thi-this emergency session is to draw a list of nominations

for a... a new Directory to deal with the threat...

the threat of the royalists.

We are being asked to pass a resolution

forming a provisional government to three councils:

General Bonaparte and Citizen Sieyès and Roger Ducos.

Where are the five members of the Directory?

Have they magically disappeared?

And we are here, surrounded by troops,

isolated far from Paris.

Order! Order!

This is becoming increasingly clear:

that your brother, Napoleon Bonaparte,

with his show of military might, is acting as an outlaw.

A vote will solve this matter.

And that this is a ridiculous and poorly executed takeover.

A power-hungry upstart.

Enough! Enough!

If there is any question of what is happening here, I will answer!

How dare you!

This is... You have violated the constitution!

- You have... - Hold him!

Get him!

- Arrest him! - Stop him!

Oh, fuck!

Kill him!

Let me through!

Right.

We are being terrorized by deputies armed with daggers!

And these madmen have outlawed themselves

by their attempt on the liberty of this country!

- They're trying to kill me! - They're trying to kill him.

Open these doors!

Let us out of here!

I will kill my brother if he betrays the freedom of the French people!

Get in there now!

Fuck.

Move, move. Get back. Back.

Move it. Move it!

- Back. Move back. - Move back. Out of the way.

Move, move. Backwards.

Good luck, brother.

Stand aside.

Shall we vote?

Where are we going?

All our harsh words are behind us.

I need you to be my most tender friend.

Over this door is our destiny.

Present arms!

- First Consul. - My lord.

Milady.

First Consul.

- Citizen Bonaparte. - Citizen Bonaparte.

- First Consul. - Citizen Bonaparte.

First Consul.

Come, little one.

You get into the bed of your master's.

The decision of dress is not just a matter of taste.

It is policy that guards against the return of a fatal regime.

And so our uniforms must be rich.

For staff, each a red coat.

For winter made in velvet, and summer some other material.

Both embroidered in gold.

Hello, madame!

Hello, good evening.

Mother, the Duke of Avignon.

It's good to meet you.

Ah. Could this be Joséphine?

- Mother, Joséphine. Joséphine, Mother. - Good to see you.

Oh, it's Charles.

This way.

- Good evening. How are you? - I'm very well.

Mother.

Hello... It's a pleasure to...

Her voice.

- I hope you're having a wonderful night. - Thank you very much.

- Hello, sir. Hello, mademoiselle... - Hello.

So happy to see you.

"Your Majesty, England and France are wasting their prosperity."

Let me try again.

Your Royal Majesty, England and France...

- ...are wasting their prosperity... - Your... Your Majesty.

What did I say?

"Your... Your... Your Royal Majesty."

"Your Royal Ma"...

Your Majesty, England and France are wasting their prosperity.

I am not ashamed to take the initiative.

I have, I think, sufficiently proven to the whole world

that I do not fear the chances of war.

But peace is my heartfelt wish for England and France.

Read it back to me.

I have notified all foreign powers of your accession to the Consul,

I have addressed letters to all diplomatic agents abroad,

and I understand that you have made friendly overtures of peace to England.

Ca-Caulaincourt.

What I need from you is a better understanding

of the Russian Tsar Alexander.

Would you consider the tsar an ally to England or France?

Well, I would think that his trade with England is more beneficial to him

than his trade with France.

And do you have a sense of British influence in the Russian courts?

I do not, but I imagine it is quite robust.

Robust?

What kind of man is he? Describe him.

Well, he's young.

He's vain.

He's popular, and he wishes to remain so.

He's popular?

Really?

His greatest fear is to be killed in his bed, like his father.

This makes him dangerously fickle to whoever last has his attention.

So he needs an ally that he can also call a friend.

No more bets.

What a surprise.

How nice to see you out.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Good evening. I'm just trying to lose some money.

Ah. Well, after this hand, why don't you come and join me?

I'm at my usual table.

That's a lovely idea.

Good evening.

Mmm. Did you hear?

Your Majesty received a letter of peace from the First Consul today.

Monsieur Talleyrand, if I may be honest?

Of course.

Austria's coalition with England is in such a strong position against France,

that these peace overtures are clearly

only for your handling of French public opinion.

Oh, my friend.

You know me so well.

Yes, it is true. It is public opinion Napoleon is after.

But my warning to you is that he's as hungry for it

as any man in the history of the world.

So my suggestion, with respect,

would be to take this little offering of peace from him...

or suffer the consequences from a man bent on peace at any cost.

The English ambassador, Lord Whitworth, has arrived, Consul.

Do not look at me as if you don't know what I'm about to say.

Are you aware of my letter of peace to your king?

I am not.

Shall I repeat it?

No, you may not.

Take this as a warning to your king.

I will keep you guessing and scared.

You will watch your borders and your back,

and your manners are bound, sooner or later, to be French.

I will offer no more letters of peace,

and I will take the lack of a swift reply as an act of disrespect!

You think you're so great because you have boats!

'Tis a shame such a great man should have no manners.

Stronger blue around Minorca.

Uh, t-take care. No, no, no, no.

First Consul, don't walk there. The paint's still wet.

If... If you want to walk, w-w-walk on Italy. Italy is dry.

The Austrians have consolidated their forces here, First Consul.

To secure control of the peninsula's northern half.

South of Alessandria. In Marengo.

Their cavalry reinforced, morale high.

The... Their military is very, very well provisioned for battle.

We will be light. We will be swift.

We will cross the great crest of the Alps.

And we will restore what France lost while I was away.

Yes?

Are you pleased?

Are you about to tell me something that will make me angry?

Let's hope not.

The European families think nothing more of you than a Corsican thug.

Therefore...

...I'm going to suggest something that's been a long time arriving.

I suggest that you abandon your role as First Consul of France

in exchange for the title "Victorious Consul."

By another name, "king."

What?

"King."

Uh, yes, king.

King?

Mmm.

My hair has been set.

The way you like it.

Oh, you filthy man.

My hair has been set now.

I have the most beautiful wife.

I... All right, come on then.

Hat off.

Mmm.

Give me your hand. Give me your hand.

- You feel that? - What?

Can you feel that?

That's yours. That's yours.

It's yours.

Thank you.

This conspiracy of royals against me is clear.

All exiled Bourbons whose single aim is to overthrow my rule

and reinstate their filthy perfume-Monarchy.

The Prince de Conde is smuggling out plotters,

and his grandson, Louis, the Duke d'Enghien,

is on the frontier solely for that purpose.

I want this man seized, and I want him brought swiftly to justice.

Where is he?

He's in Baden.

First Consul, I know this man. He is not a conspirator against you.

He is a brave and excellent officer,

- much loved by the soldiery. - He's a filthy Bourbon weasel

who... who... who will be punished for his part in this plot against me.

If you proceed to Baden,

you will be operating outside of France and so far outside the law

that it will be impossible for anyone to ignore.

I see.

Well, I've always profited from your judgment.

And now it's time to profit from watching you close your mouth.

Seize the Duke.

You're letting your hatred make your decision.

In a year's time, you will regard this execution as an act of great policy,

and you will kiss my mouth with those words.

Go to bed.

You are Frenchmen.

At least you will do me the service not to miss your aim.

May I command the execution?

You are charged with bearing arms against France.

Proceed to ready. Aim.

You may command the execution.

Aim for the heart.

Fire.

Oh.

Mmm.

Oh. Stop.

Why aren't you pregnant?

Is that a question, or is that an accusation?

Mmm.

It was a question.

Now it's an accusation.

Well, I've seen Dr. Corvisart, and he has no answer.

Only that I do what Madame de Rémusat has done.

Which is?

Which is...

along with hopeful thinking and a bit of red wine,

he suggested I take the waters at Aix-la-Chapelle.

And why haven't you?

As wife of the First Consul, I haven't found the time.

I spend many hours cleaning up after you.

Find the time.

I don't need to explain to you the importance of this, do I?

What, you want an heir?

I want one now.

Oh, my God.

May God affirm you on his throne,

and Christ give you to rule with him in his eternal kingdom.

I found the crown of France in the gutter.

I picked it up with the tip of my sword and cleaned it...

and place it atop my own head.

The most glorious, the most august Napoleon,

emperor of the French,

is crowned and enthroned!

Long live the emperor!

Long live the emperor!

Long live the emperor!

Fire!

Fire!

Captain Charles.

Captain Charles.

Captain Charles...

I must confess something to you in the greatest secrecy.

It is indiscreet.

And I hope you will not blush.

Do you have children?

Yes, Majesty. I have three sons.

If you please, may I ask you something personal?

Of course, Majesty.

Tell me, when you made your wife pregnant, did you spend much time?

Um, I don't remember, Majesty.

Mmm. If you were to guess.

We sometimes take 30 minutes.

And do you think this is what your secret is, then, to having a son?

I cannot say for certain, Majesty.

I love my wife.

So do I.

And I wanna see her happy.

So tell me...

do you think it important

for a man to pleasure his lady in anticipation of entering her?

Um, I don't know what you mean, Majesty.

Don't be shy, Captain.

Tell me.

If I want to have a son,

do you think I should spend time with my mouth down between my wife's legs?

Um, I would assume, Your Highness,

that the more pleasure your wife gets...

...the more likely she is to conceive.

Captain Charles, I should like to thank you for your honesty

in talking about such uncomfortable matters.

I sought out your advice.

You're a man of notable cocksmanship and stature.

And you have a pretty face and a hairdresser's elegance.

Thank you.

You're dismissed.

I do not support this idea.

You suggest divorce after years of debate.

You can see that it has me divided.

Mmm.

I am not ambitious.

I've never declared war with anyone.

No.

You are the greatest leader in the history of the world

and the world's only chance at peace.

The security of the empire and peace in the world depends upon an heir.

It was an option.

And I said it at the time.

Are you enjoying yourself?

I'm going to war to defend our people,

and my wife cannot provide me an heir.

If you do not bear me a child tonight,

there will be a divorce.

Hasn't been enough lovemaking in this home to bear a child.

Yes, there has.

There have been years of it. Years.

And with more than just me.

- Oh. - And still you are empty.

And you're fat.

I enjoy my meals. I do.

Destiny has brought me here.

Destiny has brought me this lamb chop.

Joséphine.

Come then.

Come.

I love your talents and your taste.

And while I'm away, I will miss your grace.

And your dignity.

And I will come back to you.

To today's victory. Hmm?

Look, I'm always here for you, Francis.

But I must admit, I'm overwhelmed with the excitement of the battlefield.

I should not deceive you, Alexander.

This battle against him will be brutal and terrifying.

Come on!

Get in defensive position!

My good wife, Joséphine.

My God, it's cold here. I miss your warmth.

On this day, we celebrate the first anniversary of our coronation.

My previous ally has now joined with my enemy.

The Russian Tsar Alexander joined forces with the prince of Austria.

I have heard that he's been studying the art of war

and trying to emulate my battle tactics.

More fires.

He tries to copy me,

but he is a little boy who will make a terrible mistake.

I am certain I will bring the laurels of another glorious victory to my army today.

Yours, Napoleon.

Hey, tie it from the back. Peg that corner to the ground.

That's it.

Harder. Like a horse.

More.

Fuck.

- Your Majesty. - Mmm?

We are discovered.

Good.

Tell the men to rest.

I-N-F-S.

Infantry sighted.

I-M-T.

Imminent!

Stand to!

- Stand to! - Stand to!

- Stand to! - Stand to.

- Wake up, men. Get ready! - Stand to!

Come on, get up!

Wait, wait.

Ready!

Wait! Let them think they have the higher ground.

Fire!

Fire away!

Fire at will!

Send in the infantry.

Take their position on the higher ground. At the double.

Take the ground!

Cavalry from the west. Pierce their flanks.

Retreat! Withdraw!

Withdraw!

It's a trap!

Retreat!

- Uncover the cannons. - Cannons!

- Fire! - Fire!

Reloading!

Keep to the one side.

Off the ice!

Renounce, sir. We're pinned in.

Off the ice! Withdraw!

Cut off their retreat.

Hyah, hyah, hyah!

Hyah, hyah, hyah!

Francis. So nice to finally meet you.

Please come in where it's warm.

- Thank you. - You must forgive me.

This has been my only palace for the last two months.

Seems very agreeable. You make excellent use of it.

Well, we do what we can on the battlefield.

- Yes, we do, don't we? - Mm-hmm.

It's nice to finally meet another emperor.

Uh, where, may I ask, is Alexander?

Are we waiting for his arrival before we get started?

I do not believe he will be joining us.

He's beside himself with rage.

I realize I must compliment you for making me commit an enormous error.

- An error? - Yes.

What error have you made?

To be speaking with you here and accepting this invitation for peace,

I have not followed up my victory.

I could have taken the whole Russian and Austrian army prisoners.

Yes.

But after all, there will be less tears.

And I know you will remember this gesture of kindness. Yes?

Thank you.

Toast?

To friendship, a glorious peace and the best interest of Europe.

Mmm. Burgundy.

Hold on.

Hey, whoa, whoa!

Whoa, we don't say woof.

Okay.

That's my boy. Attaboy.

Come here. Come here. Sit, sit, sit.

It is time to put this mystery to rest, Emperor.

I want to know if it's you or Joséphine.

And to that end, we will conduct a very practical experiment.

At the end of the hallway... Take this...

Waiting for you, undressed, ready to receive,

is 18-year-old Eléonore Denuelle de La Plaigne.

She's brunette with brown eyes.

And the object of this, well,

hardly unpleasant task is to see if you can father a child.

- And then we will have an answer... - Mmm.

...to this nagging question

of who is keeping who from an heir to the throne of France.

Shall we go?

May I have another, please?

The girl is pregnant.

You made her pregnant.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, I know I didn't see her.

When are you going to insist we divorce?

Oh, isn't that wonderful?

From the only woman that I've ever loved and given all that I've conquered.

I'm just too tired to wait for you to tell me what I know is coming.

If you insist.

I'll make it easy for you.

I know you will have a bastard child.

If I succeed in making the birth of a boy that I shall call my own son,

I want you as a witness to pretend the confinement of the empress.

Your Highness,

you are asking me to lie about the status of the mother of your heir.

That is another way of putting it, yes.

Emperor......it is my honor and my duty, of course,

to do as you require of me.

But if asked, I cannot contain that which I know to be the truth.

And painful though it is,

the truth is that the empress is no longer capable of bearing you a child.

My good Joséphine.

Hmm?

You know how I've loved you.

It is you, to you alone,

that I owe the few moments of happiness I have known in this world.

Hmm.

My destiny is more powerful than my will.

And my affections must yield to the interests of my people.

"Three million francs per year.

Malmaison and its revenues.

The Élysée Palace in Paris.

The rank of empress.

The title of "Majesty"

and the right to use the imperial coat of arms

and to have your carriage drawn by eight horses."

"Your present debts of two million francs

to be paid as an advance against all future revenues."

The imperial decree for the dissolution of the marriage

between the Emperor Napoleon and the Empress Joséphine.

"My people desire that this throne, where providence has placed me,

would be given to my children.

However, I have lost hope of having children from my marriage

to my beloved wife, Empress Joséphine.

I have then been led to listen only to the good of the state

and to want the dissolution of years of my life."

You have embellished my life for 15 years.

The memories of which will remain forever etched in my heart.

"Our marriage has become an obstacle for the prosperity of France."

"She has been deprived of one day being governed

by the descendants of the man brought to us by providence

to mend the evils of a terrible revolution

and restore faith, the throne and the social order."

Sorry.

- Emperor. Wait. - Go. No, listen, listen. All right?

This is for your country. That's what this is, all right?

Now say it.

Say it.

"Our marriage has become an obstacle for the prosperity of France.

Agreeing to the dissolution of our marriage,

as I must, does not change my feelings.

The emperor will have in me a-always his... his truest friend."

Emperor,

you have just pronounced the word which separates us forever.

Your mistaken ambition has ever been

and will continue to be the guide of all your actions.

Nevertheless,

you can never doubt the sincerity of my wishes for your happiness.

May it at least afford me some consolation for my sufferings.

- Yours, Joséphine. - Thank you.

- Good morning, madame. - Thank you. What's your name?

- Fleur. - Fleur. Pleasure.

I miss you.

Marital life is very agreeable now.

You've shown such great courage so far.

You must maintain it.

Do not permit yourself to fall into melancholy.

You look best when you're happy.

Please take care of your health.

It is precious to me.

Will you write me tomorrow?

Mm-hmm.

And the next day?

Yes.

And the day after that?

Mm-hmm.

- And the day after that? - Yeah.

Good.

Once, an English ambassador challenged my reasons for war.

He said, "You French, you fight only for money,

while we English, we fight for honor."

I replied, "Everyone fights for what they lack."

This is not... This is not your story. This never happened to you, did it?

Of course it did.

- Of course it did. - What do you mean?

We had the same saying with my people and the Turks.

Do you?

The English lack honor. We can agree on that.

Listen, there is...

There's nothing I think we can agree more with than our hatred for Britain.

I just have to say that it actually...

It would be my absolute pleasure and honor if I could call you my brother.

There is a way for you to call me brother.

Last night, at dinner, I was...

...charmed by your sister.

Is she spoken for?

Ah. Sadly, yes.

She's to be married to the Duke of Oldenburg, I'm afraid.

Uh, and what of her younger sister? Anna?

Is there a formal offer for Anna?

Uh, well, you see, An-Anna, she's 15 years old.

That is a detail.

Our friendship is built on our mutual distrust of England.

When we hold to the Continental Blockade, we choke them from the trade,

and we fight for our most sacred rights.

That is what is important between us.

I just had a thought.

- No. - No, say it.

- Should I tell you? - Please.

Imagine an army. 50,000 men.

Russians, Frenchmen, perhaps even Austrians,

marching by way of Constantinople into Asia

would have only to reach the Euphrates

to make England tremble and bring her down on her knees

before the continent.

It is incredible.

Toast.

- To you. - To us.

His Majesty, the Emperor Napoleon, wishes to make a formal offer to Austria

and to His Majesty, King Francis,

for the hand of the archduchess, Marie-Louise.

His eldest daughter.

No.

Uh, this union would bring together Austria and France

in an unbreakable matrimonial bond.

Is this a joke?

I may find it humorous... but His Majesty does not.

Did you have a pleasant journey?

It was wonderful. Thank you.

You're quite petite.

I'm not accustomed to that.

How do I look to you?

Do I resemble my portrait?

Oh, yes. And even more handsome and strong.

And you are even more handsome, more be-beautiful.

I hope you're pleased with your choice.

I hope so too. Would you like to see the bedroom?

Yes, thank you.

Your Majesty, your son.

Hello.

Fire!

Oh.

My little king.

Hyah, hyah, hyah!

Hold.

Oh, sweet child.

One day, you will understand what I have sacrificed for you.

What's good for Napoleon

is not good for Russia.

And if it is not good for Russia,

it cannot be good for His Majesty.

It is the timber trade with Britain that makes Russia great.

Your father made a serious error.

He put himself above Russia.

I do not want to see Your Majesty

become unpopular with the Russian people.

I am not my father.

Do not make that regrettable mistake of thinking that I am... again.

Russia will re-align itself with the English. I am not afraid of Napoleon.

My dear Joséphine, I'm sad today.

Tsar Alexander has turned against me and forced me to invade Russia.

He's decided to open his ports to England

while taxing the French.

I must wipe away my melancholy and begin the march to Moscow.

I've convinced the heads of Europe of this resolution,

and so I command the combined forces of France, Austria, Italy,

Germany and Poland.

I see nothing but success in my future.

Keep your lines. Steady.

To the front.

Keep your step.

Take cover!

Get down!

Get down! Get down!

Hyah, hyah! Hyah!

After them! After them!

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa.

- Get back! Drop back. Retreat. - Fall back!

My dear Joséphine.

I'm writing to you because I have just won a great battle today.

Tomorrow we will resume our advance.

Moscow is now only 200 miles away.

And I think of you all the while. All yours.

Spread out.

Search the buildings.

Search everywhere.

Nearly there. Nearly there.

Thank you, sir.

- Thank you, Admiral. - You were the brave of Austerlitz.

Where are you?

300,000 souls lived in this city.

And they've all just left?

Little boy.

Pspspsps.

Where are you?

Don't be frightened.

I'm just gonna give you a little spanking.

It's not very sporting, is it?

For his honor and Russia's, not mine.

There's dignity to be had in defeat.

Who did this?

They did.

No, they did not. Be sensible.

Who set these fires?

Your Majesty, they did.

He'd rather burn his own city than negotiate with me.

I didn't think he had the courage.

Well, we'll go to Saint Petersburg and have him burn that too.

We have let too much time slip away.

We would be marching into the Russian winter

with horses that are not raised for this weather.

If we go back to Poland, we can wait out the winter months.

Hmm?

Napoleon, your letters are a soothing balm to my heart.

I fear for you.

Remember that I alone know your health...

...your fears.

I thank you as tenderly as I will always love you.

Joséphine.

The horseman's disease, Your Majesty. Piles.

Make it better.

As you wish, Your Majesty.

My friend, Joséphine.

"Friend."

It is strange to write that word to you.

You have always been so much more.

Despite careful organization, there have been breakdowns in supply.

We're suffering sickness, desertion and famine.

We are winning.

- Us or Cossacks? - Us.

Joséphine. Fortune has abandoned me.

I know that it is what fate has for me.

Your words rattle in my head.

I am nothing without you.

I have no confidence.

I'm scared and I'm alone.

My men do not look at me like you do.

I know I will return home to the judgment of these European kings.

And they will not judge me as they judge themselves.

They will punish me

by a standard they would never apply to each other.

I wish you could put me on your knee and take care of me.

Get the horses covered and under shelter.

This way, Your Majesty. Over here.

Into the barn, quickly!

Everyone, in!

- Let us in! - We're gonna freeze out here. Let us in!

- Block the doors! - You have to find somewhere else.

Open up the doors!

We're gonna freeze to death.

Open the doors!

Out of my way!

We're gonna die out here!

Majesty?

Yeah?

It's time for you to leave this misery behind

and return to Paris.

I've found a way.

There's a sleigh behind this building.

With two horses, we can make Warsaw in a week.

Paris soon after.

It's our only way to get you back alive, Majesty.

Please.

- Fire! Fire! Fire! - Fire! Fire!

It's spreading!

Hey, wake up! Wake up! Get up!

- Fire! - Fire!

- Put it out! - Fire! Fire!

This is a triumphant return.

I am the victor.

Alexander abandoned his city.

And though he lacks honor and failed to sign a peace treaty,

my presence back home will be proof to my people

they have no one to fear in the world.

They fear you, Majesty.

They fear no one but you.

Do you think I'm this terrible...

terrible pers... person with a bad temper?

- No. - Of course you don't.

You're not an idiot. Or maybe you are.

I hope you get eaten by Cossacks.

Stop!

Whoa, whoa.

Where are we?

Borodino, Majesty.

I hear the muskrats are agitated in Paris

at the idea of the emperor's return.

The coward, Tsar Alexander, now knows what I'm capable of.

Who else can move half a million men everywhere in Europe?

Now a farmer boy knows that he can become a marshal of the empire.

A minister. A cardinal.

When I move, the world moves forward.

Of the 600,000 men you sent to Russia,

only 40,000 have returned.

Therefore, you have been exiled in no uncertain terms.

The allied coalition of Austria, Prussia, Russia and England,

and with the agreement of the French Council,

grant you sovereignty of the island of Elba.

A revenue of two million francs from the French funds,

pensions for the Bonaparte family and the Empress Marie-Louise.

It also provides for Empress Joséphine to retain all of her properties

and an allotted annual income of one million francs.

I love France too much.

All I've desired was its glory.

I would never bring her misfortune.

They want me to abdicate.

Fine, I'll abdicate.

Good.

Wine.

Your Highness.

Empress.

Here.

Joséphine, Joséphine. Hmm?

I am charmed.

But...

...you do not have to lock yourself away just because he's not here.

I know what it is like to be underestimated.

But your eyes, your charm and your spirit,

it is in there.

It is yours, and you can use it.

Boy, what day is it?

Tuesday.

The 11th?

Yes.

Boy, do you know who Tsar Alexander is?

No.

But you knew who I was?

Yes.

There we are.

Ugh.

You know, it brings me no great joy

to sit with my son and have him gloomy and sullen.

You were not meant to die on this island, my son.

My wife is entertaining the Russian Emperor...

in my home.

Dear Joséphine,

You are mine. You will always be.

I cannot stand it any longer.

It has been 300 days on this rock,

and I'm ready to come home and reclaim what's mine:

you and France.

I'm taking your ship.

If you do not provoke me, you do not have to fear me.

Napoleon,

I'm a flower that opens its petals and smiles to the sunshine,

unconscious that the storm is near which will lay me low

and scatter leaves to the heavens.

Come quickly, my friend.

If you would open your mouth, please.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Well, your chest is congested. Your throat is aflame.

My suggestion is to stay in bed.

But Napoleon is coming.

It would be unwise to receive any visitors.

But Napoleon is coming.

I understand.

Just keep her comfortable.

Whoa, whoa!

Your Majesty.

You may speak.

Bonaparte, Your Majesty. He has returned.

A ship landed on a beach in Antibes this morning,

and they're on the march.

Napoleon Bonaparte is marching towards Paris.

More.

Your Majesty.

Afternoon, Colonel.

Your Majesty.

General Marchand,

in defense of the royal government of King Louis XVIII,

requests that you surrender your weapons and cease your march

so that you may be arrested and returned to your island.

Will you please inform the general that I shall like to come and speak with him?

I have no fight with my own Fifth Army.

Sir.

He wishes to speak.

Make ready!

Present.

Soldiers of the Fifth Regiment, do you recognize me?

Do you recognize me, soldiers?

Yes, Emperor!

I miss you.

I'm melancholy for my home...

and for our victories together.

I want to come home.

Will you join me?

Long live the emperor!

- Long live the emperor! - Long live the emperor!

Your Majesty.

Thank you.

On May 26th, Dr. Corvisart was called

and found her chest congested and her throat inflamed.

Her illness was diphtheria.

On May 29th, last sacrament was given, and she died.

And no one thought to notify me?

Hortense.

Do you blame...

Do you blame me?

I don't blame you.

Of course not.

I'm not to bear the burden of responsibility...

...for the misfortunes of your mother.

I want the letters that I wrote to her.

I'm sorry, I don't have them. They were stolen by her valet.

Where did she keep them?

In the cupboard in her bedroom, next to her bed.

What did he do with them?

Her valet sold them.

I'm sorry.

I forgive you.

Napoleon Bonaparte has destroyed

the only title upon which his very existence depended.

This congregation of allies

shall form along the borders of France and Belgium an army.

70,000 troops from England,

120,000 troops from Prussia.

This vermin has routed the farmyards of Europe

while the farmers snored.

We should have struck this blow long ago.

He has held the world hostage with his egotism,

his insatiable hunger for power,

and his lack of simple good manners.

We will all sleep again without him.

I believe I speak for all of us when I say that the only regret we all share

is that we allowed this vermin to live at all.

250,000 men with the traitor.

25,000 men, 125,000 men

and 100,000 men...

against our 125,000 men.

This is a fight on land.

This is what Britain does not know how to do that I know.

Strike quickly against Wellington and Blücher.

Defeat them separately.

Disallow them from uniting forces here.

Morning.

Morning.

The Prussians are advancing.

We should begin the offensive.

We must wait for the ground to dry.

Blücher will never make it in time. I'll have Wellington by lunch.

I never get wet if I can help it.

What shall I tell the men?

Tell them to make the rain stop.

- Coming through! - In formation!

Now's your time, lads. Now's your time.

Now, listen very carefully.

Patience is the order of the day today. Patience shall win the day.

We must hold this ground.

Let them come to us.

Huzzah!

Go on, boys. Go on.

Whoa.

Good morning, General Blücher.

- Good morning. - Estimated time of arrival, sir?

- Officer? - About five hours.

About five hours.

Come on, boys. Come on, boys.

Oh, there he is.

He appears to be... ...just sleeping.

One thing you cannot resist, my friend, is a frontal attack.

Let's see how this general can attack our position.

Sir. I have the emperor in my sights. Do I have permission to fire?

Certainly not.

Generals commanding armies have better things to do with their time

than to shoot at one another.

Hold your fire, rifleman, on pain of death.

Go on, boys. Come, come.

A runner coming through!

Blücher, 11 to 12 miles, sir.

Attention, follow me.

- Blücher at 11 to 12 miles, sir. - Jesus Christ.

- I want a report every hour. - Yes, sir.

Runner coming through. Make way.

Oh. Oh.

Prussians on the roadside, 12 miles.

Prussian troops have been sighted on the road, sire. Twelve miles.

Ready the cannons.

Ready the cannons!

Go on! Move!

Ready! Cannons are ready!

Cannons are ready!

The rain has stopped, sir.

Prepare to fire!

- Fire! - Fire!

Take cover!

Straight into position. Steady.

Prepare for the advance. Get ready.

Prepare for the advance.

Readjust to 195!

Adjust 195!

Elevation 195.

Adjusted!

Prepare to fire! Fire!

Fire!

Keep your head down. Seventh, take over.

- Out the way! - Hold fast, men!

Infantry, advance!

Left company!

And march!

Get in formation. Now!

Keep them away!

Join!

Second wave, advance! Over the top, men!

Hold the line!

Cannons!

Fire!

Get ready.

Hold fast.

Fire!

You there, get on that cannon.

Fire!

Fill the gap!

Keep the line!

Skirmishers, keep advancing!

Get in formation.

Fire at will.

Keep them back, men. Fire.

Go on, go on. Don't let them rally!

...the strike position.

Get up, boys. Go on. Go on, boys.

Whoa, whoa.

Prussians, roadside, five miles.

Five miles, maybe less.

We have to act before Blücher arrives.

Out.

Out!

Cavalry!

Charge!

Prepare to receive cavalry.

Prepare to receive cavalry.

We must hold our ground. Stand fast to the last man.

We must not be beat!

Or what will they say in England?

- Hold the line. - Keep it tight.

Steady, men. Stay in formation.

Long live the emperor!

Company, halt!

Form square! Form square!

Long live the emperor!

One section, fire. Two section, fire.

What do we do, sir? We can't break through.

Keep them running. Get them back in the square.

Show them your British steel.

Present arms!

Shoulder, hold!

They're here, the Prussians.

First over the rise, Emperor.

We need to find a way through!

Break the square. Break the square!

Charge bayonets.

Charge bayonets!

Your Emperor is with you. You are the brave of Austerlitz.

Never surrender.

For homeland and glory!

Shoulder to shoulder! Form lines!

Shoulder to shoulder.

Infantry, advance.

Battalion and infantry! Advance!

Keep the line!

Footmen, fire!

Second line, fire.

Prepare to charge!

Charge!

Go on! Batter them!

Advance! Advance!

Cavalry advance, sir?

Cavalry advance.

Prepare for counter. Prepare for counter.

Full support.

No. He can't help himself.

Sir, Blücher.

Thank God.

Your Majesty! Your Majesty!

Come see how a marshal of France dies!

Yeah! Hyah!

Yeah! Yeah!

The battle is mine. There will be an end to the war.

Senior officer, on deck!

Good day, good day, good day.

I am the first to admit when I make a mistake. But I never do.

Because it is geometry.

I simply know precisely where to place a cannon.

But tragically I cannot transfer this knowledge to my marshals.

That might be what is most difficult in life.

Accepting the failures of others.

You must not do that.

Encourage greatness.

Mind your head, sir.

Mind your head, sir.

- What are they doing there? - Sir, it's the midshipmen. They adore him.

Well, get 'em out.

Clear the room. Uh, quickly.

- Your grace... - Good morning, General.

These boys are delightful.

May I sit down?

Please.

And this breakfast.

Now I know why you have such a successful navy. Thank you.

I've never visited the English countryside.

I imagine I'll love the Cotswolds...

soft rolling hills, gentle light.

Uh, my dear sir, it is only by a narrow margin of opinion

that you have been spared the fate of being shot.

Politically, I'm afraid it's impossible

for the British government to allow you to stay in England.

You are permitted three officers and 12 servants

to accompany you into exile.

Exile will be contained to the island of Saint Helena

under the watchful eye of Governor Hudson Lowe and his family.

Saint...

Helena. It's a small island.

More of a rock, really.

A thousand miles from the mainland of Africa.

I'm told it's very pretty, tranquil. You'll have time to reflect.

Your correspondence will be monitored,

your presence verified twice daily by the orderly officer.

I see.

If I were to land on British soil,

I would be allowed, by your law, to stand here for a trial.

You are denying me that.

One must also not forget that I am only a man.

You forgot it, sir.

You thought you were a god.

I never said s-such a thing.

Fix that rigging line. Draw up the sails.

Go below deck!

What will you do now? I hate to see you alone.

Will you come to me? Will I forgive you?

My sweet, stubborn Emperor.

I let you loose and let you come to ruin.

Next time, I will be Emperor,

and you will do as I say.

Well, you were right.

Every night I beg to see you in my dreams.

And when I do, you turn me away.

Precision!

Precision.

Slow down.

First, you salute each other.

And drop down like this.

En garde.

Left foot back.

Yes.

Then you'll do two attacks.

Prime and seconde.

Okay?

Hold this.

Very good.

This way's more fun.

Girls, what's the capital of France?

Paris.

And Russia?

Petersburg. And Moscow before.

Moscow. And who burnt Moscow to the ground?

I don't know, sir.

I did.

I believe, sir, the Russians burnt it to get rid of the French.

Who told you that?

It's common knowledge, sir.

Go. Go play.

En garde.

Can I tell you what I have waiting for you?

It is a secret. And I will show you when you arrive.

Come to me, Napoleon. And let's try this again.