The Visitors: Bastille Day Page #6

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- Whose?

I'm no doppelganger!

I am Jacquouille la Fripouille!

It's a nightmare. Cousin why change plans and come here?

- We were arrested.

- Yes, we met in prison.

-What a halfwit!

- Lorenzo Baldini. Former son in law

- of the Duke of Cheneviette. Nice to meet you, Count.

- No, citizen.

- I am citizen deputy Malfete. Titles don't exist anymore.

- If you don't want your title, I'll take it.

Now I'm the Count! Dear Lorenzo.

Good night, citizen deputy,

I'll leave you and your family.

I am honoured that you read my speech.

- Well, you don't say!

- My God! Naked!

Flore.

I'll introduce you. Flore d'Angelas,

the star of Parisian theater.

No names, they would be embarrassed.

Citizens, nice to meet ya and long live the revolution!

- Long live the revolution!

- Long live the revolution and her beautiful ass!

- You can't go home alone.

- I am to sleep with your siblings?

Flore!

I will send them away.

- Flore! I adore you!

- Yes, I do too.

Stop with that noise!

Can't concentrate on my writing.

- Sorry, Marat, I am embarrassed.

- Well yeah.

Whoa! She's fabulous.

- Good night, citizen.

- Good bye.

I think I know her.

Isn't it Collot's lover? Oh, yes.

Lousy actress, but what a demagogue.

And always stars naked.

- No, that's a mistake. It's not her.

- I'd be surprised because Collot is jealous.

- Marat?

- What are you doing?

- Inside! You'll catch pneumonia!

- Yes, I'm coming, do not worry.

- Amazing ass! I'll be a revolutionary!

- Robert!

- What? It is the fashion nowadays.

- But it must be well done.

- Don't you have anything smarter to say?

- She's an actress.

- This would not be true for you.

- My bust is not worth it?

On the contrary, my dear,

your bossom deserves freedom.

Take it out, take it out!

- Thanks. You have spoiled my evening.

- Quiet, Gonzague!

I'm not proud of you.

You stink of cowardice.

- Yes, it stinks!

- You are clever, eh? - It stinks!

He is a coward! Pissing his pants!

Gonzague is a sissy!

Enough!

Remember, you are a lackey!

You are annoying me, Austrians.

I don't go backwards.

You are Barbarians!

I am a progressive man!

Today's world is progress, an equality among people.

Even between men and women!

That should appeal to you, Victoria!

Even you, lackeys, you have the right to equality,

even if you do not understand it.

The world is made in France, not in America,

in palaces that stink of mould.

- We risk a fall in front of the Germans.

- I do not know.

I'm not a coward. I chose the revolution.

It's the future. Even for the family.

I disagree, Gonzague.

In the city, there is no future.

When you lose your land, you lose your soul.

Have your region prosper even with beggars

who love you. Like my Jacquouille.

- Do you love me, you rascal?

- Yes, sir, sometimes.

- What?

- Always, sir always, sir!

Gonzague, it has nothing to do with Austria.

Pessimist! Even your father said so,

I'm done, I'm going to bed.

I'm taking the big room.

Elise, come and put me to bed. Thank you.

According to them, you are a coward

and I am Mr. Sissy.

Jacquouille, make my cot in the hallway.

We need a rest before tomorrow's struggle.

And lie down in the kitchen.

Robert, that lackey of the Austrian looks

very much like Ignace,

- who was fired by your father.

- It's him.

Marie thinks that it is his double,

but it's him. Ignace Jacques Couille.

He came back to us to make us angry.

- That thief Ignace?

- I am sure.

Who else has such a face!

Wait, I'll clear it up.

Cousin, how come Ignace,

our former servant, is in your service?

- Who? - Ignace.

How did he get to you?

He came from prison.

I took him in.

- It was humane.

- Did he go directly to Austria?

Definitely.

- Unbelievable.

- They're indestructible.

They would crawl miles and miles,

just to make us angry.

In order for us to be angry.

Help! He tried to kill me!

He wanted to kill me!

- What happened?

- That rogue wanted to kill the countess!

It was not me! It is not my fault.

It's the snoring!

- Make your bed here!

- Not here, it's cold here!

- Enough!

- Yes. Out!

- That's enough!

- We don't want him here!

What is that idiot doing?

Pissing?

Hey, no, no, no!

Do not be afraid, I am servant of cousin Kurt Houb.

My court is not a toilet. We observe hygiene.

We pee on the street.

- I had to go urgently.

- Won't they let you into the latrine?

What kind of a manners do these have?

You can report them today.

If I were you, I would confiscate everything,

I would take over it all.

- That would piss them off!

- Yeah, all of it. That will piss them off, Montmirail!

See? What a relief

to speak freely.

- Your face reminds me of someone.

- Perhaps we met in another time,

- But you were younger.

- Thanks. - No, you are still a looker.

- I could tumble you.

- Who wants to topple whom?

- What are you thinking, baby?

- He will return to the attic, the dwarfkin.

- Otherwise, I will cut him up!

- I do not fear you, Saracen,

- I will skin you alive!

- Stop, you are not going to fight!

- We are the people.

- Prune, Marat cannot sleep.

He wants to get a hot bath.

Philibert, can you get some hot water?

Sure, but I've got to start the fire again. But since it is for Marat...

Come here! You will help me, alright?

- Isn't there some chocolate cake left?

- A piece that I left for Philibert

for breakfast.

But no problem, I will get it to you.

- My Philibert will be on a little diet.

- Very kind. And quickly, he is hungry.

- Good night, citizen.

- Good night! Heifer.

Heifer!

Come here, do me a favour.

Take it upstairs

and put it beside the bathtub.

Hm.

Is the bath ready?

Where are you? I am not going to carry all this alone!

Alright.

That idiot will spill everything.

There will be nothing left!

It is too heavy, Saracen.

What a chump! He burned my leg! Cretin!

- I will go crazy!

- Simone, it is an ice bath, it will be a death of me.

It's coming! It's on the way!

We are coming, voila! Fast!

Beautiful water!

Stupid, it is too hot!

You boiled me like a shrimp.

You idiot, it should be pour bit by bit!

Bring over some cold water.

- Sorry, Marat, he is a beginner.

- No apologies.

- And no tip.

- As usual.

Are you going to be stuck there?

Go and help him.

I will help him.

Simone!

They gave me soap instead of cake!

Prune! Thanks for the soap cake!

We'll remember it.

- Hello, citizen Robespierre.

- Hello, Prune. Philibert.

- Enjoyable journey? - Tedious.

- During the night, Malfete's family came in.

They made a terrible mess.

Their lackey damaged Philibert's back.

- Insist on a payment for it,

medication is expensive. - Yes.

We get on just so so, Charlotte.

- Do you want help?

- No. Everyone has to carry his load.

It is a privilege to have a full suitcase.

- Alarm! Saracens attack!

- What are you doing here? Do you know soldiers looking for you?

- Charlotte, I am scared.

- Do not worry, I'll take care of you.

- Are you afraid, uncle?

- My stomach is empty.

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