The Visitors: Bastille Day Page #10

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- Read the first, we'll get a feel for it.

- To the Tree of Liberty.

Beloved tree, be the symbol of

our hopes and wishes.

You bloom from time to time,

you cover the lives with your crown...

Sorry, Collot, Maxmilien ate

all the sausage.

- And I have to eat more.

- I don't digest paprika well.

It was sharp enough.

No one has milk?

Throughout Paris, there is no milk!

Robespierre wants some milk,

I'll take them a little.

- They drank the whole thing.

- I bought a big jug in the morning.

After Duke left we had some chocolate.

The Duke bought madam,

- And we buried in Utrecht.

- You are going too far.

- This is my champagne.

- I can have a drop.

The Incorruptible is there for over 10 minutes.

It starts to be worrisome.

Sausage.

- They call you Collot?

- Yes, why?

- This is terrible. That sausage did not sit well with me.

- I am sorry.

It's full of tobacco here!

Had it not been for my sister, I would think

they wanted to poison me.

Sure. Done.

Charlotte, tell Maxmilien about your plan

to introduce the prisoners to the Convention.

Yes. Marat had an idea to introduce Uncle

as a victim of the monarchy.

- Fouche thinks it is a good idea.

- I do not think anything.

- Can they handle it before the meeting?

- Ask them.

Are not you afraid to get on the podium,

citizens?

- The audience is not an easy crowd.

- I do not know fear, great commander.

We can explain it

and give them a couple of slaps.

And kick them in the balls

just like the steward of the Limousin.

And then one fine morning ...

we will croak!

Let them hang us!

Hooray not-to-church!

Charlotte, can you

let us discuss something?

- Come, gentlemen, I will give you a dessert.

- Desserts, that's good!

Bespierre Hooray!

You are irresponsible.

I do not understand a word of what they say.

I do not understand the words,

those are not thoughts.

Feel free to share it,

while they discuss it next to us.

They are illiterate.

I hate demagogy!

The Convention would reproach you,

if you used two insane people.

You're very brief.

Robespierre is as dangerous as a snake.

He will reveal us and have us decapitated.

We cannot leave, tomorrow they

will applaud to us!

You will obey or I'll gut you.

We are people of reason and virtue.

I refuse to elicit sympathy using those poor souls.

Send them to the countryside, Charlotte.

Unbelievable!

I knocked on dozens of doors. No milk.

We have to wait till tomorrow,

because the cow is asleep now!

- Forget milk. I have cramps,

I'm going home. - Me also.

- Should I accompany you, Saint Just?

- No, no need. - Barnabe!

- Home, I'm exhausted.

- To God's mother, or you're dead!

Silence or I will gut you!

- I'll never give you a gift again. - Why?

- I found the tortoise comb

swimming in the latrine. Frayed.

I saw Ignace and his accomplices

disappearing on a street corner.

- Do you know where they went?

- They were supposed to wait in the kitchen, but ran away.

Excellent! I've got 48 hours to arrest them.

You should have kept a better guard.

- You want my death, you crazy woman?

- What sort of a tone is this ?!

I forgot my briefcase,

my speech is in there.

- Are you okay? - Yes, of course.

- I thought I heard an argument.

- No, not at all. - No.

Charlotte, do not worry about the politics,

it will be better.

- Exactly, that's men's business.

- I did not say that!

A woman is equal to a man and has to take part

in all of life. Do not be nasty to my sister.

Sorry. With this running away,

I am like a headless chicken.

- Don't lose your head in the future.

- What?

My head? Yes, of course.

You did it! Uncle and his friend will be

executed by guillotine.

In the morning, I'll give their description

to the National Guard.

Robespierre is coming.

How do you like my sausage?

- It's vile! I ate a rat!

- What a snob.

To the bottom of the well, Collot!

- Where are you coming from?

- From Collot.

God's mother is listening to you.

- Mother, I beg you ...

- Shut up!

I feel there are people out there

who came from a great distance.

From an abyss.

You big one there, come closer.

You are surrounded by an evil wheel,

and your mate as well. Where do you come from?

- From time immemorial, where God reigns as master.

- If you remain here,

you will suffer till you die.

You're Godefroy the Hardy.

Great warrior from Louis the Fat Capetian.

He asks your help! Well, listen to me, Hardy one,

I'm Nora,

Eusebius's daughter. Louis VI. is in arms

against Germanic Emperor.

Montmirail, if you are not by my side

by the late frosts

Your land will be confiscated and given to Raoul One eyed.

Fatman! There is a king, sir.

This is magic! This is magic!

- How do I get back?

- Go to Issoudun, to the square of herbs!

There is a stand of the citizen Eusebe.

It's my descendant, Hardy,

he will prepare the magic potion.

Hurry, your body is changing and rotting away,

and so is the body of your partner.

Stay here, I will get weapons

and food for the journey.

- Will we return to the time of cars?

- Trust me, rascal.

- But time of the cars was the best.

- Your opinion. Go and watch a horse.

- That's not my opinion, it's true!

- Sure, citizen Jacquouille.

Do not move! I will not let you rob.

- Were you stung by a wasp?

- Robespierre will chop your head off.

The day is near. So listen to me, nephew,

because I know your future.

- Did they talk about me at the dinner?

- Robespierre doesn't like you.

They disgraced you when

they refused to take to the table.

This is true.

Montmirail will not be refused at dinner.

So listen.

Your time is near. Marry that beauty

and create a succesor.

Even if don't get away from the capital punishment,

your child will survive

- and the name will stay.

- "Our" name!

What name?

I am Godefroy the Hardy, the first Earl of Montmirail,

through the grace of Louis VI.

You are my offspring and I am very moved,

that you and I met.

Heed my advice, give your beauty a child.

I'm going home.

Stop! Deputy's party!

- Let him go! - Mutton-heads!

It is not true! It is not!

On behalf of the Republic!

Search EVERYTHING!

Someone warned them!

You can always wait for Malfete.

Stop!

- Papers.

- Permit.

Ambassador of the United Provinces of Holland.

Mr. citizen, we are on the street of herbs!

Come!

Sir, your nose is all red and it is swinging.

- And you are wrinkly like an old crone.

- And you have a neck of a bull.

- Therefore, we must immediately get out.

- I am not going, I don't trust it.

- What do you not trust? - Me?

- I'm afraid to swallow that potion again.

You, jackass!

Look at our lousy state.

We will die in a terrible pain.

This is horrible! I'm choking!

Take me with you.

Ten drops after a meal.

Sore throat after three days will disappear.

Dissolve it in water.

No in wine.

Help!

Everything is swollen. I will die!

Pardon, those citizens need me.

You can pay later.

Guards!

- I did not expect you so soon.

- The potion!

I see it it urgent.

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