Fridericus Page #6

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No, Majesty.

I am a sick man.

Please assign another general.

The hell I will!

You don't like challenges, do you?

You will march.

Understood?

- Yes Sir, Majesty.

- Now move it.

What's that noise?

The mother of a musketeer.

He had deserted and was caught.

- Why is she singing?

- She's lost her mind.

I think she's praying.

She won't go away.

We didn't want to use force.

He's a scoundrel.

You can't say that, King.

- I am his mother.

- What's the idea!

Let her.

You can learn from women.

I know what she's trying to say.

She suffered the pain of bearing her child...

all those sleepless nights...

no child is as good as hers.

He is to live forever

and do whatever he wants.

- He's a traitor.

- My God, he isn't.

He's still so young.

She's only thinking

of his death, nothing else.

She doesn't care whether

he's right or wrong.

It's a mother's job to forgive.

My King...

what did your mother

have to go through...

when you were as young as my son?

Did she inquire about right or wrong?

Did she wish for your death

or your good fortune?

And she was right.

Wasn't she?

Mothers are always right.

Release him.

He's not worth it.

Let him continue his

miserable existence.

Aren't you ashamed?

I was forced to be a common soldier.

Well, sorry for not making you

a general right away.

Your running away shows

you don't deserve any rank at all.

- I wasn't born to be a soldier.

- Neither was I.

I'd rather knit socks

than wage wars.

But I have to.

Do you understand?

This world is ruled by obligation.

I am obliged to kill?

I can't.

- I want to live in peace.

- Then put on women's clothes.

Find yourself a man who will

have himself killed for you.

Majesty, I do have honor.

I don't need honor.

I have lots of stupid guys

who want to die for their country.

Majesty, let me join the army.

Go to hell.

I can't have a coward among my troops.

Majesty, I have to serve.

You're not fit to hold a gun.

You can stay as a lackey.

Yes, you mothers are who I fight for.

The Marquise of Pompadour.

My dear ambassador.

Please send to my sister,

Empress Marie Therese...

my most sincere thanks

for her charming letter.

I'm certain my profound

sentiments of friendship...

and our work for France

have had results.

Without a doubt, Marquise.

As for the rest,

you'll find it reported here.

VICTORY OVER GENERAL FI NCK

1 5,000 PRISONERS, 1 66 GUNS SEIZED

Very interesting. Thank you.

Please, madame.

This is the baron...

the new Russian ambassador.

Delighted to have you as a guest.

Delighted to have you as a guest.

What do you think of Paris?

He wasn't in a French school.

Oh, yes.

Pardon me, monsieur.

Oh, you speak German.

I only speak a bit of German.

But I'll try to chat with you

a bit personally.

How is her Majesty, the czarina?

I hope she's better.

Unfortunately, no.

Not quite.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

I'm afraid Her Majesty's illness...

may prevent Russia

from being as energetic...

- during the negotiations.

- Negotiations?

With the King of Prussia's ruling laws.

We can share his lands.

And we don't want you

to be at a disadvantage.

Look at what belongs to Prussia.

We're not greedy.

We will leave you this region.

Who has a pencil?

Here's one.

We leave all of East Prussia for Russia.

And we will settle here...

and arch into Berlin.

I don't think the czarina

is interested in Berlin.

Agreed?

Marquise, it would be

impossible to disagree.

Charming.

I'm very happy

with our little chat.

My very best wishes...

for the health

of the Empress of Russia.

The Empress is awake.

She's in good health. Praise the Lord!

Please take it, Your Majesty.

Leave it.

Razumovsky.

- Razumovsky!

- Take it, my little dove.

To your health.

It's good.

It will help.

Why are you standing there?

It was the influence

of this cocotte de Pompadour.

I'll send you back to your place.

Give it to me.

Scandalous, simply scandalous!

Millions of rubles spent.

That is all.

- My dear.

- Enough.

Give command to my soldiers...

to prepare...

to occupy...

and march on Berlin.

Hey, you. You're killing yourself.

Not fast enough.

It's useless anyway.

You'd better believe it.

Fritz is about to surrender.

He won't surrender.

Quite the camp.

Nothing like this has ever been

built before, in the whole world.

- Let's not get carried away.

- Are you trying to say-

- No, I'm not.

- Why not?

- You can say it too.

- So I get the gallows.

That's why I won't say it either.

- What was that?

- Someone must have collapsed again.

Yeah, some people are weaklings

and can't take anything.

Hey, isn't that our former friend?

Look.

You! What happened?

He got weak and fell on my ax.

That's what's expected of us.

Full of wounds, we'll slide

into a hole in the ground.

And then life is over.

Good job.

Majesty, the damp ground.

You'll catch the gout.

Why, I already have it.

The night was so cold.

You must've been freezing.

The others teeth were chattering too.

- I'll get blankets.

- For the others too.

- We don't have that many.

- Then I don't want one either.

Ah, Dessau. My friend.

May I speak to His Majesty?

I always have time for you.

Fritz is going.

What time could it be?

Around 5:
00.

The sun's up already.

They won't show up today.

Wake the tents.

Don't sleep.

Well?

- The situation is grim.

- Good observation.

The army has lost hope

since Finck surrendered.

- He cost us 1 60 guns.

- 1 66.

- The supplies will be gone in 1 0 days.

- Sooner.

We're totally cut off. We can't be saved.

I don't believe in miracles.

Me neither.

But I still have Berlin,

and my powder mills are still working.

Majesty, you have to make peace.

You want me to make peace

with my enemies?

Yes, Majesty.

If we put down the guns,

they'll gladly do the same.

You're a fool.

If we extend a hand,

they'll cut off the hand...

then the arm and finally the head.

Then they'll laugh at us

and tell the world...

the Prussians are a stupid nation.

Majesty, I ask to be decommissioned.

I don't want to be responsible

for Prussia's downfall.

Believe me, Prince...

I'd like to send you to hell now.

But I can't.

I cannot rob my army

of its best general.

- Are you serious, Majesty?

- Absolutely.

Then-

Then permission to withdraw now.

Have you heard?

Your Majesty, should I establish order?

Leave it.

Majesty.

What's the matter?

Well, open your mouth.

Berlin.

Berlin has fallen.

- The Russians are in Berlin.

- No use fighting on.

Which regiment is this here?

- Bernburg Regiment, Majesty.

- Bernburg Regiment I strip you of your flags.

The braids will be

cut off your uniforms.

Majesty.

Berlin?

Hear that? Victory fire.

I will hang soon.

- An Austrian negotiator.

- Send him in.

- Count Wallis?

- Colonel Count Wallis.

Negotiator and special envoy

of the Austrian Chancellor.

You risk a lot, sir.

No risk as a negotiator...

with the most honorable of all kings.

What is your bad news?

- A peace offering.

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