The Visitors: Bastille Day Page #2

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Sentence them to death.

Put them in the morning cart. To the gallows with them!

- Wake up, Antoine, uncle Ignace is alive.

- Who?

- Ignace Jacques Couille.

- My uncle?

- He was arrested by Verdier.

- How so? Did he not die in prison?

No! He got out.

Thanks to his mate, he is a giant.

He is so tiny,

he could not get out alive.

- He is not smaller than you.

- I'm normal.

Not really!

You are truly a family of wee people.

- Why do you say it? It insults me.

- He does have your figure. To the centimeter.

That's enough to be my uncle?

Uncle Ignace is dead, I'm saying!

Try to be clever, once in a while.

We need to get him out of there.

- And why?

- Robespierre is looking for examples

and your uncle is a lovely example of the old regime's victim.

He is suited for it.

- Is that so?

- Yes. He has an ugly head.

Features distorted by suffering.

The Committee of Public Safety will love him.

- I'll take care of it by the day after tomorrow.

- Tomorrow. - I'll confiscate the castle Montmirail

and toss out the conceited pricks who insulted my family.

They'll go live in the poorhouse.

I'll savor it, believe me.

I missed you.

School of agriculture in Issoudun

at the dawn ...

Dungeons are adjusted to jail ...

There are executions nonstop.

Hurry!

- He cut her throat.

- Away with the aristocrats!

- Sir, what is the "aristocrats"?

- It's me, rascal.

- I'm no aristocrats!

- Definitely not.

Don't torture yourselves by looking, gentlemen.

The sound is enough.

- Lorenzo Baldini, the Marquis of Portofino.

- I'm not aristocrats! I do not belong here!

- Neither do we. - Count of Montmirail,

Malfete and Papincourt.

- Montmirail?

- Yeah.

A relative of the deceased count Philipp?

Brother, cousin?

- Definitely. Cousin. Quite distant.

- Let's go to the era of cars, sir!

- Calm down!

- You Philipp's cousin!

- It smells og death!

- Do you know Victoria Rose, his daughter?

I courted her in better times.

I have not seen her for a long time.

Wild beauty that man just wants to tame.

I dare say she has gotten more femme.

- You won't say anything?

- Definitely.

I understand. Discretion.

Not a peep! We face danger.

It is fun to find our mates in misfortunes here.

When I think of the time when my father in law had

the honour of carrying the candle for Louis XV.,

- When the King wanted to urinate in the middle of the court.

- Pissing in the public is disgusting!

- Silence, rascal, it is a royal sh*t!

- Excuse me, sir, since it is a royal sh*t.

Sir? Rascal? You provocateur!

We are so afraid to talk.

But you're right. With what awaits us,

we can let loose.

Okay, I will loosen up.

I don't care about all the pricks from the Commitee of Public Safety,

Robespierre and Danton, they'll get theirs!

They will get theirs!

- Be quiet! If you want our death?

- Do you think, Duchess, we are picknicking here?

It is not suitable for the aristocrats to provide

light for the royal potty,

- That's work for servants.

- What a stench.

Yes, forgive me that I disagree,

but, God, it is a privilege.

We can only praise the king Louis XIV.

that he has entrusted toilet to the aristocrats.

Wiping royal ass, beautiful proof of trust!

Wiping any ass is pathetic.

Dirty ass is a dirty ass.

Definitely. It's an honor for a knight.

It's degrading.

- They deserve death!

- My God!

The duke goes to the execution!

He is so noble.

Perhaps we will also be Hardy when

it comes to us.

- Good God!

- Damn!

- They chopped off his head!

- Horror! Blood is everywhere.

The head fell off in a clean cut.

Calm down, he had a good death.

Guillotine just beheaded

my helpless father in law,

and you think he had a good death?

In my time bad treatment with an ax

caused a great suffering.

That machine is handy.

In my time, they skinned him, quarted him,

and fed him to the pigs.

He is lucky, he died before

he could say Ouch.

Ouch, you say? That's not a good sense.

Sorry, I will not talk to you anymore.

- Forget it.

- Forget it.

Silence, you up front!

This morning fat Capet's head tumbled into the sawdust!

The King is dead! So is the

tyranny! Hip, hip, hooray!

Silence! Pray!

The King is dead!

Long live his successor, his son!

Let us pray.

Our father who art in heaven ...

thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread...

daily bread

Stop the whining, it is a day of joy!

-Attention!

- and forgive us our trespasses...

Picarde! Alsace! Come and help me!

Silence that whiner!

Revolution is mine!

Get up, damn it!

Get up, mercenary!

Take your weapons and follow me!

Here I go, sir!

Be careful, sir!

Watch out, sir!

Be careful, sir!

Watch out, sir, that clown

looks like a real ass !

- I'm with you!

- Stop squishing me!

I'm sorry, Sir, I am using your great strength

- to get out.

- It's a chump.

- That's all.

- What an ass.

Let's hurry!

Faster!

- The stepmother's upstairs?

- Chateau Montmirail by Issoudun

- Ma'am, at dawn, you are required to be gone.

- We're not finished.

- I do not want to leave the castle with nothing.

- If they find me here, I am finished.

I should be in Paris.

Jacquouillet will be here soon!

We'll wait for him with guns

iand give him a lesson, to that pig!

Victoria, we will end up at the gallows!

Madam, I bribed a clerk with my last money,

when I bought a letter of leave to Austria.

Bring her to her senses.

It is true, Victoria, you are delaying us.

Go and finish packing.

Madam, I am too old for this familiarity

and listening to your orders!

- Oooh, If only your father heard you!

- He is dead.

- Can't get to him.

- What?

I made his last years beatiful!

You're obliged to respect me!

Not the best moment, ma'am.

Thank me that I will transport you to Austria,

on my own expenses, dammit!

Fear rises to your head, Gonzague.

There's gonna be seven of us in that little

hunter's lodge, thanks a lot.

We are fleeing like gypsies,

and we live in Paris!

There is a Reign of Terror in Paris. Sans cullottes

report aristocrats and execute them!

Forget Paris!

And the palace is mine since father's death, I'm the oldest.

I'm sorry. As a member you voted

to cancel the rule of the oldest.

So my children have an equal right to inheritance

of Montmirail just like you!

Don't let it embarrass your political career!

Don't be so unfair to your brother.

I respect you like your deceased mother.

- It is an honor for me to save you and your siblings.

- And do not forget Elise,

who loves you dearly.

- Are those books neccessary?

- If Elise doesn't read to me, I can't fall asleep.

Here, I give you the accompanying letter, brother.

Signed by citizen Collot d'Herbois.

- Again the "citizen"! It makes me sick!

- What? Wine merchants?

- Do we look that way?

- What do you want? Aristocrats on the run?"

- You taking Honorine?

- Who would cook beans

- and biscuits for children?

- The Germans eat cabbage.

- That too?

- Sure! This is a gift from the Queen.

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