The Scarlet Pimpernel Page #6

NO WOMAN OF TITLE WOULD

HAVE THE IDIOTIC FOP.

STILL THEY SEEM...

QUITE A HAPPY COUPLE.

LOOKS CAN BE:

DECEIVING, MY DEAR.

PERCY, FASHIONABLY

LATE AS USUAL.

SINK ME, YOUR HIGHNESS.

'TWAS THIS DAMNABLE CRAVAT.

SIMPLY REFUSED TO TIE.

I ASK YOU. LOOK AT THE THING.

STICKIN' OUT LIKE A PIN CUSHION.

I MIGHT HAVE KNOWN, I WOULD BE SOMETHING SERIOUS.

MY HUSBAND IS BEING NOBLE,

YOUR HIGHNESS,

I FEAR I'M THE ONE TO BLAME.

WELL, IN THAT CASE,

ALL IS FORGIVEN.

[CHUCKLING]

NOW THEN,

HOW FARES OUR LOVELY

FUGITIVE FROM FRANCE?

FUGITIVE, YOUR HIGHNESS?

SAY, RATHER CAPTIVE.

SURELY YOU'RE NOT KEP HERE BY FORCE, MADAME.

WHY, YES INDEED. BY THE FORCE OF

MY ABIDING LOVE FOR MY HUSBAND,

AND BY YOUR HIGHNESS' GOOD

FAVORS AND GENEROSITY.

GAD, PERCY, BUT

I ENVY YOU.

YOU'D BETTER KEEP AN EYE

ON HER, OTHERWISE I MIGH

EXERCISE MY DROIT DE SEIGNEUR,

AND STEAL HER AWAY.

[LAUGHING]

[INAUDIBLE WHISPERING]

MARGUERITE, PERCY!

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS!

ANDREW HAS ASKED

ME TO MARRY HIM:

AND PAPA HAS:

GIVEN HIS CONSENT.

SINK ME, IF YOU DIDN' GO AND DO IT.

- CONGRATULATIONS, OLD CHAP.

- THANKS

OH, SUZANNE, I'M SO

HAPPY FOR YOU.

SUZANNE!

I FORBID YOU TO HAVE ANYTHING

TO DO WITH THAT WOMAN.

MAMA!

WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?

SHE HAS BLOOD:

ON HER HANDS.

WE HAVE JUST LEARNED

THAT SHE DENOUNCED

THE MARQUIS DE ST. CYR,

AND SENT HIM AND HIS

- ENTIRE FAMILY TO THE GUILLOTINE!

- MY DEAR COUNTESS, YOU REALLY MUSTN'T...

CAN YOU DENY IT, LADY BLAKENEY?

I REFUSE TO CONFIRM

OR DENY SUCH ACCUSATIONS.

THIS IS NO TRAIL,

AND YOU ARE NOT JUDGE.

TRUE, MADAME.

GOD WILL BE YOUR JUDGE.

- WILL YOU SAY NOTHING, SIR?

- FAITH, MADAME WHAT IS THERE TO SAY?

WILL YOU NOT EVEN DEFEND

YOUR WIFE'S HONOR?

ODDS FISH, MY DEAR, WOULD YOU

HAVE ME CHALLENGE THE POOR

COUNTESS TO A DUEL?

- COME COUNTESS.

- THE MUSIC IS ABOUT TO START.

- PLEASE

SO, MY DEAR, 'TWOULD SEEM

YOU FINALLY FOUND A WAY

TO REPAY ST. CYR...

AFTER ALL.

CAN YOU REALLY BELIEVE THAT?

CAN I...BELIEVE OTHERWISE?

OH, BETH,...WHAT CAN I DO?

I'VE LOST MY HUSBAND'S LOVE

AND I DON'T KNOW WHY.

BUT PERCY WORSHIPS THE

GROUND YOU WALK ON.

ONCE, PERHAPS.

BUT NOW HE PLAYS THE FOOL

IN PRIVATE AS WELL AS IN PUBLIC.

OH, IT SEEMS TO TORMENT ME.

THERE ARE TIMES...WHEN I THINK

THAT HE STILL LOVES ME.

MOMENTS WHEN I CATCH I IN HIS EYES, A LOOK, A GLANCE.

WHAT HAVE I DONE TO

DESERVE HIS DISDAIN?

GOODNIGHT, MY DEAR.

PLEASANT DREAMS.

STAY WITH ME TONIGHT.

ODD, MADAME,

FAR TOO FATIGUED.

BESIDES, I HAVE A VERY EARLY

APPOINTMENT IN LONDON, TOMORROW.

I DON'T WANT TO

DISTURB YOU.

YOUR TAILORS, NO DOUBT.

BOOT MAKERS, TO BE PRECISE.

THESE PINCH SOMETHING MONSTROUS.

AND I DONT' MUCH

CARE FOR THE BUCKLE.

OH, PERCY, WHAT'S BECOME OF YOU?

WHERE IS THE MAN I MARRIED.

ODDS FISH, MY DEAR,

YOU'RE LOOKIN' AT HIM.

NO. WHAT I SEE BEFORE ME

IS A FACADE.

THE SHELL OF A MAN I ONCE KNEW.

THERE'S SOME ABSURD ROLE

YOU'RE PLAYING. I DON'T KNOW WHY.

BUT I'M SURE IT IS. PERHAPS

TO KEEP THE WORLD AT A DISTANCE

EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE

SHUTTING ME OUT AS WELL.

YOU ONCE PROMISED ME, THA I SHOULD COME TO KNOW

THE MAN BEHIND THE MASK,

IN TIME.

I KNOW HIM LESS NOW

THAN I DID THEN.

WELL. PERHAPS THERE'S

NO MORE TO KNOW.

I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT.

I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT.

THE MAN I FELL IN LOVE WITH

STILL EXISTS SOMEWHERE.

I SHALL NEVER STOP

LOVING HIM...NEVER.

GOODNIGHT, MY DEAR.

FOR SIR ANDREW, TIVERS.

VERY GOOD, SIR.

AND FOR THE COURIER,

WHEN HE ARRIVES.

YES SIR.

[GUNSHOTS]

[CRY]

THESE WERE ALL THE PAPERS

IN THE COURIERS POUCH?

YES, CITIZEN.

SO.

MY YOUNG ASSISTANT IS IN

LEAGUE WITH THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL.

YOU DID WELL TO:

INTERCEPT THE COURIER.

SEND FOR ARMAND ST. JUST.

I FEAR FOR YOU IN PARIS.

OH, PERCY, DO PERSUADE HIM

TO GIVE UP HIS POST AND STAY HERE.

HE COULD SEND FOR LOUISE,

THEY COULD GET MARRIED

AND LIVE HERE IN ENGLAND.

WHAT A DREADFUL PROSPECT.

WHAT HAS POOR ARMAND DONE

TO BE CONDEMNED TO MATRIMONY?

REALLY, PERCY. MUST YOU GO

ON TORMENTING HER LIKE THIS?

ARE YOU NEVER GOING TO GIVE HER

A CHANCE TO EXPLAIN HERSELF?

CONSIDER, ARMAND, IF IT IS TRUE

THAT SHE BETRAYED ST. CYR,

SHE'S CAPABLE OF ALMOS ANY TREACHERY.

EVEN SPYING FOR CHAUVELIN.

YOU MUST ASK HER. WHAT PROOF

HAVE YOU IN ANY OF THIS?

NOT ONCE IN ALL THE

TIME SHE'S BEEN IN ENGLAND

HAS EVEN ATTEMPTED

TO CONTACT CHAUVELIN.

I DARE NOT RISK IT.

NOTHING, NO ONE, IS MORE

IMPORTANT THEN THE RESCUE

OF THE DAUPHIN:

AT THIS MOMENT.

NOT EVEN MARGUERITE.

IT GRIEVES ME TO

SEE HER SO UNHAPPY.

TO KNOW THAT YOU

HAVE CEASED TO LOVE HER.

CEASED?

I SHALL LOVE HER

TILL THE DAY I DIE.

THAT IS THE TRAGEDY.

COME, I SHALL RIDE

WITH YOU TO DOVER

THERE IS MUCH:

TO TALK ABOUT.

WHY IS CHAUVELIN SENDING

YOU TO PARIS NOW?

I DON'T LIKE IT.

HOWEVER, PERHAPS WITH YOU

IN PARIS WE CAN CREATE THE

INCIDENT WE NEED

TO MAKE OUR MOVE.

[DOOR CLOSES]

MY, THIS IS INDEED

A SURPRISE.

NOT TOO UNPLEASANT, I TRUST?

I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU

SINCE YOU CAME TO LONDON.

WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE NOW?

IT'S A GOOD LIKENESS.

ESPECIALLY THE EYES.

HE'S CAUGHT THE FLASH

AND FIRE OF THE EYES.

ALTHOUGH, HE'S MISSED

THE SADNESS.

SADNESS?

APPARENTLY THE ARTIS HAS NOT PERCEIVED

WHAT ALL OF LONDON

HAS ALREADY GUESSED.

AND WHAT MIGH THAT BE?

THAT THE LADY IS

UNHAPPY IN HER MARRIAGE.

A MAN IN YOUR POSITION

SHOULD NOT LISTEN TO GOSSIP.

LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME,

THAT YOU HUSBAND IS

MAN ENOUGH TO:

MAKE YOU HAPPY?

HAVE YOU COME HERE

TO BE IMPERTINENT?

IF THE TRUTH IS IMPERTINENT.

YOU'RE A WOMAN OF GREAT PASSION.

YOU DESERVE A MAN WHO CAN SATISFY

YOUR DESIRES.

HUH, AND YOU ARE SUGGESTING

THAT YOU ARE SUCH A MAN?

I WAS GOOD ENOUGH

FOR YOU ONCE.

NEVER QUITE GOOD ENOUGH.

NOW, KINDLY STATE

YOUR BUSINESS.

OR WAS IT YOUR BUSINESS

TO SEDUCE THE WIFE OF

SIR PERCY BLAKENEY?

IN TRUTH, I CAME

TO ENLIST YOUR AID.

TO HELP ME LEARN THE

TRUE IDENTITY OF

THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL.

THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL?

WELL, YOU ASTONISH ME.

WHERE IN THE WORLD

WOULD I LEARN:

SUCH A THING?

YOU ARE THE PIVO OF SOCIAL LONDON.

YOU GO EVERYWHERE.

YOU SEE EVERYTHING.

AND HEAR EVERYTHING.

EASY, MY FRIEND, ARE YOU

ASKING ME TO SPY FOR YOU?

NO...FOR FRANCE.

OH! WHAT YOU PROPOSE

IS DEPLORABLE!

WHOEVER THE MAN MAY BE,

HE'S BRAVE, NOBLE AND COMPASSIONATE.

YOU REFUSE, THEN?

DID YOU REALLY BELIEVE,

THAT I WOULD HELP YOU,

AFTER YOU MALICIOUSLY

IMPLICATED ME IN THE DEATH

OF THE MARQUIS AND HIS FAMILY?

I WOULD RATHER GO TO

YOUR BELOVED GUILLOTINE.

WOULD YOU HAVE YOUR

BROTHER GO IN YOUR PLACE?

ARMAND, WHAT A JOKE.

HE IS IN LEAGUE WITH

THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL.

WHY THAT'S PREPOSTEROUS.

I HAVE HERE IRREFUTABLE PROOF,

AND I WILL USE IT,

UNLESS YOU DO YOUR

DUTY AND COOPERATE.

THIS IS BLACKMAIL.

CALL IT WHAT YOU WILL.

I WILL HAVE THE SCARLE

PIMPERNEL'S HEAD

OR YOUR BROTHER'S!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

CONSIDER CAREFULLY.

I EXPECT YOUR:

DECISION THIS EVENING,

AT THE LORD GRENVILLE'S BALL.

IN THE MEANTIME, I ADVISE

YOU TO KEEP SILENT.

SAY NOTHING OF THIS

TO ANYONE.

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