Marie Antoinette Page #10

Papers can be forged.

- He's right.

- How are we to know?

I tell you, this is the king.

If you let him escape

to a foreign country...

...you'll be guilty of treason,

and you'll die for it.

Citizens, listen to me.

I've good reason to believe

the king is in this coach...

...bound for the border

and over the border, and why?

To join our enemies.

To lead foreign troops against France.

To take from us by force

the liberty we've fought for.

I say he shall not pass.

- But this man Dupont...

- Let the people see this man Dupont.

Let them see him.

If he's not the king, why should he

be afraid to show his face?

Ask him to get out of the coach.

He can't object to that.

Please step down a moment.

I regret, madame.

It will quiet the people.

Make way.

Back up, back up.

That fellow's the king? He's crazy.

Let me get a look at him.

Where's the man who said he was king?

That sweating pig is the king?

Then I'm Cleopatra.

Way, please, way.

Drouet has asked to see the father.

This way, Father, this way.

The priest will know.

Ask him to step down again,

your Dupont.

Monsieur, I regret.

Sire.

Over there.

Wait a minute.

Why are we here?

This is a prison.

Take off your hat.

Louis Capet, wife and two children.

- Who is this woman?

- The so-called princess de Lamballe.

You will conduct her

to the prison of La Force.

No.

Threse!

My children.

Go to your mother.

Threse!

Monsieur, it's not safe.

Won't you protect her?

Take them away.

Goodbye, Antoinette.

Threse!

Follow me.

All right, go on, go on.

Are we gonna stay here?

Just for a little while, darling.

- What is it?

- Don't go, I'll look.

What is it, Louis?

- It's only the palace guards, don't look.

- Threse! Threse!

What are they doing to you, Threse?

My dear, I beg you not to look.

Let me go!

Mama.

If the tree of liberty

must be watered by blood...

...then I say

blood must flow generously.

You tell me that enemies of liberty

perish in scores upon the scaffold.

But the symbol of monarchy

remains alive.

The symbol of restoration.

Citizens, in the name

of the republic...

...I demand the life

of that symbol, Louis Capet.

Citizen Marat.

Your vote.

Death.

Citizen LaRue.

Eternal justice forbids us

to condemn Louis Capet to death.

I vote for imprisonment.

No!

Citizen Robespierre.

Death.

Citizen Orlans.

Citizen president...

...fellow citizens, I...

I can but ask myself why,

of all men in this convention...

...it must be I who am placed

in this agonizing situation.

If I cast my vote

for the supreme penalty, why...

...I shall be responsible

for the death of my kinsman.

But if I vote for imprisonment...

...I shall be unfaithful

and shall betray the cause...

...to which I am prepared

to sacrifice my own life...

...as readily as the lives of others.

Citizen president...

...fellow citizens...

...I have searched my soul

and my conscience...

...and it is with anguish in my heart

that I must vote...

...death.

You're laying for four.

I was told to set a place

for your husband.

Will he have supper with us?

My dear.

Oh, it's so good to be together again.

Oh, the children will be so happy.

Why did they let you come?

Are you going to stay with us?

Louis.

Louis.

My dear, I thought they'd told you.

Come, we don't want any fuss,

do we?

The children.

When?

Tomorrow, early.

My dear, you mustn't.

I'm not afraid, you know.

This is the hardest part.

Oh, no, no, no.

I can't believe it.

No.

We've been together

quite a few years, haven't we?

You've been very good to me.

It's easy to be good to those we love.

I think you have loved me a little.

There's more than one way of love.

I have loved you, truly, deeply.

Believe me, dear.

Thank you.

I've been brought very low.

But I've had the love

of the finest woman in the world.

And tomorrow, I shan't be humbled.

- Papa. Sister, sister, Papa is here.

- Papa.

My son.

And my little mouse.

What, crying?

That's a nice way

to greet your father.

She's a silly, isn't she?

You're gonna stay with us,

aren't you, Father?

The whole evening.

- And play with us after supper?

- Yes, my son.

- That'll be fun.

- Darlings, come and sit down.

Supper is being served.

And I'm hungry.

I'm so glad you're going

to stay with us, Papa.

Look, my father has come

to have supper with us.

A chair for my father.

That's all right, son.

Onion soup.

Oh, I like that.

Did you hurt your little self?

There.

There.

Oh, Papa, wait till I show you.

Look, the general's lost his arm.

Poor old General Pulverschmecken.

What? What did you call him?

General Pulverschmecken.

Pulverschmecken?

Mama, did you hear that?

This is General Pulverschmecken.

Sister, that's

General Pulverschmecken.

- Can you mend him?

- Yes, I think so, son.

I shall need a bit of wire.

Let me take the old general

away with me...

...and I'll send him back

to you in the morning.

Can't you bring him back yourself?

Maybe, son.

Who knows?

Now, I'll put the old general

in my pocket.

There, you see?

He's as snug as you please.

Come along,

we're letting the soup get cold.

Oh, Lord, our heavenly father,

we thank thee for the blessings...

...that thou, in thy infinite

goodness and mercy...

...have seen fit to bestow upon us,

thy humble servants.

We ask thee to guard

and keep us steadfast...

...in the ways of righteousness

until the end of our days...

...and then to receive us

into the eternal glory of thy grace.

Amen.

- Mama.

- Mama.

- Mama.

- What is it?

Children...

These things belonged

to your husband.

He asked me to bring them to you.

Not that it's any of my business.

General Pulverschmecken.

Papa mended him.

Look, sister, Papa mended him.

Old General Pulverschmecken.

Yes.

Old General Pulverschmecken.

I have here an order of the house...

...authorizing me to remove

the late Capet's son...

...from the custody of his mother.

What did you say?

The convention's voted

to take your son away from you.

We've come to fetch him.

You mean you're going to take

my little boy away from me?

No.

You can't mean that.

Not today,

when you've taken his father.

You have children yourselves.

Perhaps you have hearts,

you're not merciless.

Mama, don't let them take me,

I don't wanna go.

No, darling, no.

You shan't go. They shan't take you.

- Mama, please.

- Charles, don't be frightened.

It's all right, mother won't let you go.

Sorry, but the assembly

gave us orders.

- . We must carry them out.

- Let them go!

- Let go!

- Mama!

Mama, mama!

Mama...

Don't think I'd let you have my son!

Go back to the fiends that sent you.

Tell them I won't give up my child!

Never, never, never

while I have breath in my body!

Come, madame, all this is useless.

We won't harm the child.

Why won't you be sensible

and let him go quietly, since he must go?

But not today.

Surely you won't take him today.

Have pity, there's no one else to help.

Plead for me.

Surely you can make them understand.

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