Black Magic Page #6

Don't say it.

You know what I see in your eyes,

bambino?

What are you trying to do?

Read my fortune?

Gypsy.

I see murder.

All right, Joseph.

Then kill.

Kill.

- Kill her!

- Oh, no.

She's killing you.

She's now in the grave, bambino.

Leave her there.

Leave her.

- No, no.

- Leave her there.

Number one, the Vicomte DeMontagne.

Why do I hate him, Gitano?

Because he...

He hanged your mother and father.

Number two, Chevalier DeRezel.

A gallant little Gilbert,

number two, why do I hate him?

Because Lorenza loves him.

Because she thinks she does.

And here is the new Queen of France,

number three.

Why do the people hate

their new queen?

Because the poor and hungry people

are going to see

their new queen with the most costly

diamonds in the world

glittering on her throat.

A necklace paid for

with their own money.

You mean the Burma necklace?

The Burma necklace.

Tonight, Gitano,

I've been exploring.

Hmm.

On my way here from the palace,

I made a little expedition

into the slums of Paris.

The people are desperate.

How skillfully

they could turn this country.

Hey, presto!

Upside down.

And so through his love for one woman

and his hate for one man,

and driven by his unbridled ambition,

Cagliostro set in motion

a diabolic plot that was to rock

the very throne of France.

My wig, Gaston.

Now what is it?

It wasn't there before, my Lord.

- What wasn't there before?

- On the stand, by the wig.

The royal seal.

How did it get here?

I don't know, my Lord.

What is it?

From Marie Antoinette.

The Queen.

Must be a trap.

No, perhaps not.

From the Queen.

No man can have a secret

from his valet.

It seems she likes me, Gaston.

She wants me to meet her

in the Bois de Boulogne.

My wig, Gaston.

Is that the royal carriage?

No, but she would hardly dare.

Of course not.

Lorenza.

Lorenza, look.

The Vicomte DeMontagne,

he saw you buried in the grave

so now he must believe that you are

the Queen of France.

You are, Lorenza.

You are the Queen of France.

Watch closely.

If any attempt is made on my life,

shoot to kill.

Yes, my Lord.

You r Majesty.

Not on your knees before me.

But this great honor.

Monsieur, I am a woman.

Your Majesty, your lips have a kindness

I never dreamed they could wear.

A queen has to play a part.

Command whatever you will.

Even a queen

cannot command love.

Love?

You love me, Madam?

Would I be here now if I didn't?

Give me your hand, Monsieur.

Never lose it, for that ring is my heart.

It will always live next to mine.

What can I give in return?

Very little.

Two small things.

Ask anything.

Then come to my apartment

tomorrow at midnight.

The guards will be withdrawn.

I'll be waiting for you.

And the other?

As proof of your love for me,

if you love me,

bring me the diamond necklace

from the vault of Burma the jeweler.

The necklace?

It would cost a million francs.

What is a million francs

to the King's minister

when it means the Queen's happiness?

But, Madam, you are the Queen

and you know

if I use public funds I can die.

You cannot die, Monsieur,

not while I am the Queen.

Tomorrow night then, at midnight.

I'll be your servant.

The Paris mob stormed

Burma's jewelry shop,

aroused to fury by the story Cagliostro

had spread through the slums.

That DeMontagne had bought

the necklace for Marie Antoinette

with funds from the public treasury.

Police! Police!

Monsieur le Capitan,

there is a lady to see you.

She said that it's urgent, sir,

and that her name is Lorenza.

Lorenza?

Thank you, Sergeant.

Hey, he is coming.

Gilbert, huh?

What are you going to do with him?

Well, when our precious DeMontagne

is caught

in the real Queen's antechamber.

Gilbert must be trapped with them.

- Trapped?

- Yes.

- And Lorenza is the bait?

- Yes.

Gilbert will believe anything

Lorenza tells him

and she, she will say anything

I will her to say.

Lorenza.

Gilbert.

What's happened?

He made me pretend

I was the Queen of France.

The Queen?

Then he sent me to see

Vicomte DeMontagne.

And tonight DeMontagne is going

to the Queen's apartments

taking her the Burma necklace.

The Burma necklace?

It's a plot to ruin DeMontagne,

to ruin the Queen.

And I thought that you could save us all.

You can move in the court, Gilbert.

Tonight at midnight DeMontagne

will come alone

through the antechamber.

You could stop him

at the Queen's own door.

There are lives at stake, Gilbert.

Mine is only one of them.

While at the palace,

the Vicomte DeMontagne

started out to keep what he believed

was a romantic twist

with the young Queen.

You r Majesty.

Who's there?

Just the captain of the guard.

Man, what do you want here?

The Burma necklace.

What makes you think I've got

the Burma necklace?

I can't tell you my reasons,

Monsieur,

but I do know you have it

and I intend to take it from you.

I'm really saving

your honor and your life.

And I am taking yours.

Your majesties.

Oh, the thieves seem

to have fallen out.

Thieves, sire?

Oh, we were warned that you

would both come here tonight.

The guards were withdrawn

to let you pass.

Your Majesty, I am bewildered.

I'm...

You seem to have lost

your power of speech,

my dear minister.

Perhaps the captain

can reply more easily.

What are you doing here?

I, I cannot tell you, sire.

Someone else is involved.

Someone I thought I loved

very dearly.

So you chose to be mysterious?

What is your report?

Sire, the Vicomte DeMontagne

came stealthily into the antechamber.

He was met by the captain

who demanded a necklace.

He speaks of a necklace, Monsieur.

Where is it?

Inconceivable,

DeMontagne a thief.

Worse than that, a traitor.

It's the Count Cagliostro, sir.

Your Majesty sent for me.

I did not, Monsieur.

Majesty, waves of thought

travel faster than any messenger.

I believe you need my help.

Your Majesty,

don't listen to him.

I see it all now.

He planned it to ruin me,

to ruin you.

Is it true that you can

read my mind?

Madam, like the pages of a book.

Then it should come as no surprise

to you to hear

that you are under arrest.

All three of you.

And the charges?

Treason against the throne

of France.

To some it might have seemed

that by encouraging his own arrest,

Cagliostro had put his neck

beneath the headsman's axe.

But the game was going exactly

as he had planned it.

Cagliostro still knew that he had dealt

himself all the trumps.

Hey, anything wrong here?

Tell him.

Everything's all right.

What are you doing in there?

You gypsy devil!

- If I could get my hands on you...

- You won't!

You'll stand as you are now

and hear me.

Stand.

You're helpless.

You cannot move a hand or foot.

Let me take you back many years

to a little court room

in your native province.

To a pair of harmless,

wandering gypsies.

You hanged them, hanged them

before their son's eyes.

My eyes.

The eyes that hold you

helpless now.

Do you remember?

Do you? Do you?

I remember.

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