The Scarlet Pimpernel Page #10

CITIZEN. ALL'S CLEAR.

THANK YOU, CORPORAL.

YOU AND YOUR MEN REMAIN HERE.

MAKE SURE THAT NOBODY LEAVES

THE ISLAND WITHOUT ME.

IF I'M NOT BACK WITHIN THE HOUR.

COME IN AND FETCH ME.

YES, CITIZEN.

ONWARD, DRIVER!

GONE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN,

THEY'VE GONE?

THAT'S JUST IT, SIR, THE BOY, THE

SCARLET PIMPERNEL'S MEN, ALL FLOWN.

THIS MAN SAYS HE MAY HAVE

OVERHEARD WHAT WAS HAPPENING.

THEN WHERE HAVE THEY GONE.

SPEAK UP.

TO TAKE THE BOY ACROSS

THE SOUTHERN FRONTIER INTO SPAIN,

AND THENCE TO ENGLAND.

ENGLAND.

JUST AS I THOUGHT.

THIS IS YOUR DOING.

TAKE THIS SPY INTO THE

COURTYARD AND EXECUTE

HIM AT ONCE.

NO!

I HAVE ONLY ONE LAS REQUEST, CHAUVELIN.

YES.

SPARE MY WIFE.

ALLOW HER TO GO FREE.

OH, SHE WILL BE FREE,

BUT ONLY AFTER YOU ARE DEAD.

TAKE HIM AWAY.

NO PLEASE!

LET ME DIE WITH YOU.

MY DARLING. WHAT I AM

ABOUT TO DO IS FOR THE BEST.

TRUST ME.

THIS ONE LAST TIME.

WITHOUT QUESTION.

I SHALL BE BACK, MY DEAR

CHAUVELIN. I SHALL RETURN

TO HAUNT YOU.

DETAIL, LEFT TURN.

FORWARD!

[THE SOUND OF WIND BLOWING]

DETAIL...HALT!

FACE FRONT.

READY.

AIM!

FIRE, DAMN YOU, FIRE.

FIRE! [GUNSHOT VOLLEY]

PERCY!

CAPTAIN.

SIR.

TAKE THESE TWO PRISONERS

BACK TO THEIR COACH.

YES, SIR.

THEY WILL BE RETURNED TO PARIS.

THERE TO BE TRIED AND EXECUTED

FOR TREASON.

I'M...NOT AFRAID

TO DIE, CHAUVELIN.

BUT YOU GAVE YOUR WORD

THAT MARGUERITE WOULD GO FREE.

BUT AN OATH TO A SCOUNDREL

IS MEANINGLESS.

SINK ME, I COULDN' AGREE MORE.

NO, NO, NO, MY DEAR CHAUVELIN.

NEVER FEAR. YOU ARE NOT LOOKING

UPON A GHOST.

BUT ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE

YOUR SOLDIERS:

LORD ANTHONY DEWHURST,

SIR ANDREW FFOULKES,

LORD TIMOTHY HASTINGS,

AND THE LEAGUE:

OF THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL.

SOMETHING TELLS ME, THA YOU'RE WONDERING WHAT HAPPENED

TO THE MEN YOU:

SENT ON AHEAD.

HMM?

[DOOR OPENS]

VOILA.

[MUFFLED SOUNDS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

I'M SURPRISED, MY DEAR

CHAUVELIN, THAT YOU DIDN'

NOTICE THEIR ILL-FITTING UNIFORMS.

BUT THEN FASHION NEVER

WAS YOUR FORTE...WAS IT?

BUT WHY THIS CHARADE,

THIS MOCK EXECUTION?

MY DEAR CHAP, I NEVER WOULD

OF DREAMT OF DEPRIVING YOU

OF YOUR MOMENT OF TRIUMPH.

ALAS, A MOMENT WAS

ALL I COULD SPARE.

- MY CONGRATULATIONS

TO YOU, SIR PERCY.

AS ALWAYS EVERYTHING

PLANNED DOWN TO THE LAST DETAIL.

ONLY THIS TIME, YOU HAVE

OVERLOOKED ONE LITTLE THING.

THERE IS NO WAY OFF THIS ISLAND

EXCEPT BACK OVER THE CAUSEWAY.

AND IF YOU CARE TO LOOK

OUT OF THAT WINDOW,

YOU WILL SEE MY MEN,

MY OWN MEN, STANDING GUARD.

SINK ME.

SO THEY ARE.

BUT THEN, IF YOU WOULD CARE

TO LOOK OUT OF THAT WINDOW,

YOU WOULD SEE ME YACHT,

THE DAYDREAM, WAITING JUS

OFFSHORE TO TAKE LADY

BLAKENEY, ARMAND AND

MY MEN SAFELY BACK

TO ENGLAND.

MY HAT IS OFF TO YOU,

SIR PERCY.

YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN.

PERCY!

A GENTLEMAN...ALWAYS...

REMOVES HIS COAT!

STAND AWAY!

THIS PLEASURE...

IS ALL MINE.

[CLINK]

[CRASH]

HUH.

HUH.

HUH.

UGH.

OH!.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

UHH.

UGH!

WELL, FINISH IT OFF, MAN,

OR DO YOU LACK THE COURAGE?

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

I ALWAYS LIKE TO GIVE A MAN

A SPORTING CHANCE.

STUPID SENSE OF FAIR PLAY.

EXACTLY SO!

MY DEAR CHAUVELIN.

[GASP]

WHICH IS WHY I THINK,

IN YOUR CASE, FAIR PLAY...

TO LEAVE YOUR FATE...

IN THE HANDS OF ROBESPIERRE

AND HIS COMMITTEE.

TAKE HIM AWAY,

AND STRIP HIM.

I SHALL NEED TO STYLE HIS

GARMENTS TO PERSUADE THE

GUARD AT THE CAUSEWAY THA I AM CITIZEN CHAUVELIN, LUI MEME.

YOU'RE NOT GOING AWAY.

I WON'T LET YOU.

MY DARLING, I MUST.

I PROMISED ARMAND THA

I WOULD BRING LOUISE

SAFELY BACK TO ENGLAND.

NOT THIS TIME.

I WILL POSE AS CHAUVELIN,

AND GO TO PARIS:

IN YOUR PLACE.

PERHAPS IN THIS:

SMALL WAY:

I MAY ATONE:

FOR MY MISTAKES.

NO, NEITHER OF YOU ARE GOING.

IT'S TOO DANGEROUS.

PERCY, YOU MUSTN' LET HIM DO IT.

- SIR.

YOUR WARDROBE.

AHA.

I WILL CONFESS. THIS IS ONE

ROLE THAT I WAS LOATHE TO PLAY.

THE HONOR, MY DEAR ARMAND,

IS ALL YOURS.

GODSPEED, MY FRIEND.

[MUFFLED]

TO PARIS, CORPORAL,

AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE.

VERY GOOD, CITIZEN CHAUVELIN.

- HE'S SAFELY AWAY, PERCY.

THEN PREPARE TO:

BOARD THE DAYDREAM.

WE SAIL...FOR ENGLAND.

THEY SEEK HIM HERE,

THEY SEEK HIM THERE,

THOSE FRENCHIES:

SEEK HIM EVERYWHERE,

IS HE IN HEAVEN?

OR IS HE IN HELL?

MY OWN, ELUSIVE, PIMPERNEL.

SINK ME, THE LADY'S A POET.

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