Du Barry Was a Lady Page #7

I want what you've got plenty of

Madam, I came here for love

My head! I've lost my head! Help!

Help! Help! Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Come here, you fools.

- Why are you never here when I need you?

- I'm sorry, Madame.

We have been searching

for the Black Arrow.

We thought we saw him

climbing your balcony.

Well, he's hiding somewhere.

Surround the palace. Search the grounds.

But find him. Do you hear me? Find him.

Yes, Madame. Follow me.

- Thank you, Madame.

- You.

How embarrassing, to be found

hiding behind a woman's skirts.

This time you've gone too far.

You're trapped.

They told me you were dangerous.

Perhaps the guillotine will amuse you, too.

The guillotine.

Little did I think that I, too,

would lose my head over Du Barry.

I trust my appearance pleases you.

I expected nothing.

- I know the King's taste.

- Of which you do not approve.

- His Majesty can do as he wishes.

- How generous. I shall tell him.

So long as he doesn't rob his hungry

people to pay for your pretty feathers.

That is the blood of France.

We shall see if yours is as red tomorrow.

You can't call them, can you?

I've sworn to drive you out,

yet you're afraid to call them.

I am not afraid.

You know that if they kill me,

it ends the only excitement

in your dull, wretched existence.

Dull? Wretched?

You fool. I rule France. I have everything.

It is I, Madame, le Capitaine.

Let them in.

I can't.

If you regret letting me escape,

tell them I'll be

at the Black Tavern tonight,

a secret meeting.

The password is, "Down With Du Barry. "

There he goes.

What happened?

The Black Arrow's escaped

from Madames boudoir.

- Is my palace that way?

- Yes, sire.

Poison ivy.

Help!

- Password?

- We are friends of the Black Arrow.

Password?

Down with Du Barry.

Oh, you are friends. Enter.

- All right, what'll it be?

- Champagne.

- Champagne?

- The champagne of the poor, beer.

- And stale bread.

- Yeah.

So these are my enemies,

the jealous dogs.

Not so loud.

Quiet. Quiet, fellows. Quiet. Quiet. Quiet.

Well, folks, it's great to be back again.

Glad to see so many loyal faces

in the audience.

And now,

without any further introduction,

I give you a man who comes

direct from the palace,

the star of our revolution,

your favorite and mine,

the Black Arrow.

Friends of freedom, foes of iniquity,

sons of liberty, arise.

Not yet.

Why can you no longer

find bread for your babies?

Why is your barn empty of grain?

Why is your bottle empty of wine?

- Is it because of you?

- No.

- Is it because of him?

- No.

- Is it because of the King?

- No.

Yes.

Yes, the King. But is it your king?

No, it's Madam Du Barry's king.

Du Barry, that jade, that Jezebel,

that spoiler of kings.

Isn't he wonderful?

Does she love the King?

No, she loves rubies

so your children go hungry.

She loves silks and furs,

and your wives go naked.

Look at his eyes.

And who is this Du Barry?

She isn't a mother.

She isn't a wife.

She isn't even a woman.

Hurray! Hurray!

She is only the friend,

the friend of the King

who taxes you, and taxes you,

and robs you.

He puts a heavy tax

on every penny that we make

It's getting drastic!

It's too fantastic

He robs our very ovens

of all the bread we bake

It gets absurder

Hey, Jack, it's murder

And don't forget Du Barry

the royal beauty spot

What has that Du Barry got

that this poor thing has not?

She sits and drinks the best champagne

with others of her ilk

While this poor starving creature

can't get a glass of milk

Shall we stand for it?

No, we won't stand for it

Then shall we rise to it?

Yes, we'll rise to it

Then gather sticks and gather stones

We're out to break his royal bones

Allons, enfants!

Allons!

Rise, rise, daughter and son

Servants of France

There is work to be done

Fight, fight, throw off the glove

Fight for the country that we love

Up with the downtrodden

Down with the up trodden

Smash our way to victory

In with the outbred

Out with the inbred

Might is right

So fight, fight, fight

To make a great democracy

Rise, rise, strike at the foe

Call out to arms from Calais to Bordeaux

Fight, fight

Fight for the chance of freedom

and glory for France

- He's mad about me.

- They're all mad, about you.

Come, we must warn the King.

We want the King.

We must save France.

We want the King.

We must save France.

We want the King.

We must save France.

- We want the King.

- Here I am, boys.

We want the King.

- We must save France.

- Here I am, boys.

- We want the King.

- France is saved.

You know, you fellows saved my life?

One for all and all for one.

- Are you with us?

- Am I with you? I'm one of you.

- Where you heading for, the palace?

- We are.

Good. When we get there,

I'll open a bottle of wine.

- We'll open all the wine.

- Yeah, what do I care?

- Hey, how about staying for dinner?

- We're all staying for dinner.

Sure. Well, I eat when you eat.

One for all and so forth.

Say, I don't see

the lights of the palace yet.

Palace? When we're through,

not one light will be left burning.

Oh, air-raid wardens, huh?

I'm a fire watcher, myself.

Hey, are you sure this is the right way?

We'll get there. Just follow the Arrow.

- What Arrow?

- Our leader, the Black Arrow.

Oh, is he with us, too?

We want the King.

We must save France.

You said you were with us.

I'm with you, ain't I?

I was just taking a shortcut.

Traitor. He wants to get there first

so he can kill the King.

Oh, don't be silly.

When you kill the king,

I don't even want to be there.

We want the King.

Take cover!

So your followers must find a new leader.

Hang him to that tree.

Stop it. Stop it.

- Who dares interfere?

- Me.

My Majesty.

Your Majesty, how did you get here?

I've been out

feeling the pulse of the public.

Alec, I should have known it was you.

So you're the boudoir kibitzer

that's been trying to wreck my romance.

Well, that's why we captured him,

Your Majesty.

- Now, may I hang him?

- Sure. No.

What kind of a king

do you think I am, anyway?

We'll give him a fair trial,

and then we'll hang him.

And you, too.

- Your Majesty knows this scoundrel?

- Sure, I know him a long time from now.

I was going to give you a trial,

but my ministers said

it'd be just a waste of money.

- You're a fine one to talk about waste.

- Ain't I?

- Hey, what do I do now?

- Sentence them, Your Majesty.

"Whereas two lawless subjects

of His Royal Majesty... "

Hey, we may as well skip

the dull stuff, huh?

Yeah, just read the good part.

For parading without license,

each of you get 30 days.

And for planning to knock me off,

you get the guillotine.

Your Majesty.

I've decided to give you a break.

I'll cancel the 30 days.

To the Bastille. Prepare the guillotine.

Long live France. Long live Taliostra.

- Long live Louis.

- Down with Louis.

You can't talk to my pop like that.

Get it out! Get it out! Get it out!

Get it out, will you? Get it out!

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