King of Hearts Page #3

and ourselves-- in ourvoices...

Like the scent of the rose.

That is grammar and the Law.

We have decided to be happy...

and nothing can stop us!

- Quiet!

- Amen.

What...? Show me!

Block the exits!

We're saved!

I found the blockhouse!

The enemy has fled!

Long live the King!

Long live my people!

Everyone to the the Throne Room...

to start a celebration

that will last three years!

The Republic is proud to give you

this bicycle as a present.

You can pedal among the people...

incognito!

To the side, ladies.

You look dreadful in daylight.

Go home.

Long live the General!

Long live Mr. Marcel!

It's Plumpick.

Come on, lads.

Ho-ho, chaps.

Oh, gosh, am I glad to see you!

Hey, there was a general

in the ladies' hairdresser.

They're as gentle as lambs.

There's nothing to fear.

This bicycle--

it was a gift from the court.

You'll be happy to know

I found the blockhouse again.

Meaning it was previously lost,

I suppose.

Yes, it was simply covered

with flowers for my coronation.

- Your coronation?

- Yes, my coronation!

Look, there's no time to lose. The

whole thing might blow up at any moment.

No door.

There's got to be a way out!

Yes, yes, grab him.

Come on!

What the hell you trying to do?

I can find it. I'm sure I can.

This way, lads.

Come on. Hurry up.

Let's go on with it.

Wake me up.

Once more.

Good.

Let's get out of here.

- Is he dead?

- Just sleeping.

Exhausted by the coronation.

Carry him gently.

He tastes of raspberries... Taste!

Ripe raspberries.

The way I like them.

I wouldn't mind seeing

the Duke cuckolded.

- Cuckolded? Who?

- Nobody, dear.

We need a cuckold for the sake

of the town's equilibrium.

We don't have one.

We share and share alike.

- He must come back to us very gently.

- He must wake up happy.

I like men

who wake up happy.

I have an idea.

Listen. What do you hear?

The charming tick-tock

of your heart, sweetie.

A beating heart.

A secret clock.

A heart whose beating

will blend...

with the heart of our king.

A woman is what he needs!

A woman of his own.

- Where can we get one?

- I sacrifice myself.

- Good girl!

- Generous soul!

Who's talking about soul?

No dirty words, my son.

The Duchess's buttocks

belong to the Duke.

Don't I belong to everyone?

Impossible, honey!

Who'd run your house?

Do I look like a madame?

I'm foolish! I know whom he needs,

and he loves her too!

- Where is she?

- My place.

- The brothel?

- Let's go, on the double!

Calm down, men. This is not state

business; it's women's business.

Good afternoon, Your Grace!

Where is Poppy?

The Duchess has a favor

to ask of you.

A pearl.

Innocent as an apple.

Please follow me.

Don't undress, child.

We're not here for that, dear.

Tell me, do you know men?

No, but I'd like to.

- That's why you came here?

- Yes.

I've a good chance

of finding one.

- Who told you that?

- My little finger.

- You haven't seen anyone else?

- No.

She's the one we need.

Look at these curls!

She'll have to stick out

her chest more.

Head still.

Only the legs move.

Some blue on the eyelids.

An orange blossom in her bosom.

- Can't I go as I am?

- What a good idea!

To your fiance, the King!

Calm down, ladies. When you want a man,

you mustn't be obvious.

- We're just so pleased.

- Your coat.

Just my tutu.

It's my favorite outfit.

- You're going out like that?

- Yes, on a wire.

The King's marrying an acrobat!

Gentlemen, let's tiptoe out.

Who are you?

Poppy. Your fiancee.

Oh, yes. That's right.

- I don't need anybody.

- That's not true.

I'm a loner, like everybody,

with one idea.

To marry me!

How did you get in?

Through the window.

We're getting married.

I might have known.

It's starting again.

Yes, everything's starting.

I'm a little naive...

because, well...

I don't know.

I don't know.

But we'll make up

for lost time.

Lost time! What time is it?

6:
00!

There's got to be a way out!

There's got to be!

This is madness!

I can't let it happen!

I've got to get in there!

I've got to!

Now we'll see some sparks fly!

Or we'll know the reason why!

I can't take it anymore!

Why?

Don't applaud, you fools!

I'll be blown up!

Do you know what dying means?

Do you have any idea?

No.

Listen. The enemy--

- Where is he?

- My army will charge.

No, I'll speak to him!

I doubt it, but no matter.

Listen. There are bombs

wired here.

Time bombs.

Before midnight,

in a little while...

a spark-- explosion!

It's all over!

Who cares?

I do!

If you need to examine

all the tick-tocks, we'll get them.

What are you doing?

This is the last one, I assure you.

- Leave it.

- Is that an order?

- It's my royal pleasure.

- Well, in that case...

At last, you're laughing!

It's just nerves.

Your Majesty, your balloon.

You can keep these balloons!

I burst his balloon,

and he claps!

What characters!

I can't let you die.

Come on.

I'll take you all with me!

- To the sea?

- No, to the snow.

To a candy store?

On vacation? Is it far?

Yes, very far.

We'll pass the lines,

then take a train, a boat--

- To an island?

- To the other side of the sea.

- On horseback?

- Yes. Follow me!

Here's the King's horse!

Don't leave me all alone!

Come along.

Follow me.

Sir, come back.

There are wild beasts!

Can't you hear them?

They're blood thirsty.

You must come with me.

There's a wall between us

and the world out there.

It's too dangerous.

Come on, for the last time!

Charles!

You have no idea how wicked

they are out there!

He's come back!

Look. There he is.

Sire, what's the point of traveling

when everything you want is at home?

Long live the King

on my word as a duke.

Duke?

Who made you a duke?

Who made you a king?

Brother, yesterday

you were in an asylum!

Are you jealous?

And you, Mr. King, yesterday...

you were outside

with "the others."

Gentlemen, the King's polka.

Brilliant idea!

A polka for a king.

What's wrong? We didn't

say anything offensive.

Who needs a king?

- We're all equal!

- You and your communist ideas!

- Tempers.

- Enough!

You're right, sweetheart.

Let's calm down.

Marie, everything is simple,

even dying.

How?

Just close your eyes

and never open them again.

But if I shut my eyes...

I can no longer see

trees or flowers...

or your lovely moustache.

I love its prickly caress.

Was I born for a love duet?

Yes. We've been cuddling

for 110 years!

We've been together

for quite some time.

What a gracious hour, Your Grace.

You know why I've been

coming up here...

every evening since...

My God, I was so young!

I already knew that

to love the world...

you have to get away from it.

Have you ever noticed, Hyacinth...

how peaceful it all is...

on the eve of a battle?

How sweet it all seems?

How it rests our conscience?

- Going to war?

- I'm thinking of it.

What army will lead you to victories?

There's the rub!

Make your own army!

How?

We'll make babies foryou!

A battalion of sturdy boys!

- Make generals.

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