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"Only secrecy will guarantee
your safety."

THE ENGLISH CADAVER

"Only secrecy will guarantee
your safety."

Ladies, look at my instrument.

Copeau, you are too much!

The imminence of the conflict
doesn't seem to bother them.

To the contrary,

the idea of revenge
delights them.

A war against the English
is always popular.

Despite austerity, even the people

place their hopes in it.

But you,
as admiral of the fleet,

what do you think?

It will ruin the country,
and without Austrian support,

the outcome is doubtful.

I would add, the Americans
that we help

are nothing but English.

Madame...

Monsieur the Marquis de Ranreuil.

Sorry, I don't dance.

I would like to examine

the flute with which
you want to run away.

- Goodbye.
- Madame...

- Let me go.
- Nicolas.

What are you doing?

Madame Cahuet de Villers
was about to leave

with a flute
that I would like to see.

- I will not permit you.
- Stop being the policeman.

No one has taken anything
illegally.

I'm embarrassed.

As is my father.

I have no idea what
this is about,

but our records
tell of your exploits,

and I hope
to put an end to your intrigues.

Aim�e. Admiral.

Don't I get a kiss?

There are many young men
who dream of replacing me.

I wouldn't want to
discourage them.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'll see you again soon,

either in the inn
or behind bars!

The Cardinal Dubois

visited all the watering holes

The Cardinal Dubois

visited all the water holes

Wait.

Look.

You...

I beg you.
Please...

You weren't robbed.

The King's police did well.

You smell of alcohol.

You're alive.
Someone else wasn't as lucky.

- Where?
- Over there.

- I saw some English.
- "Some English"?

- James Harris.
- The head of intelligence?

Here, at the foot of a cab.

- Sure?
- Yes.

A man of his importance
doesn't wander around at night.

Perhaps the motive
can be found over there.

The fa�ade of the For-l'Eveque.

A dagger to the heart
and a rope next to the body.

A failed escape attempt.

With Harris
in the neighborhood, no.

Your escapee
cut through the bars,

without a trace of the very tool
that enabled him to do it.

How do you explain that,
Mazicourt?

We found nothing
or maybe someone took it.

Or the tool was given to him.

It's well known,
Monsieur de Mazicourt,

that you run
a second-rate establishment

where gamblers, pimps,
and actors are allowed.

Low-class prisoners.

The establishment is well known if
you rescind the term second-rate.

"The escape was discovered at dawn
by a watchman

"coming on duty.

"I was told, I was awakened.

"When I went out,
the police were at the site."

Can you confirm that?

That's all, yes.

There's no mention anywhere
of the identity of the prisoner.

Why?

You're testing our patience,
Mazicourt.

Why was the man being held?

There was a letter
with the royal seal

of which I was not authorized
to keep a copy.

Yet, the law requires it,
in order to advise the judge.

A letter from the king?

So it was a matter of importance.

Important enough to permit me
to bend penitentiary rules.

Who was providing for his care?

A young officer,
I'm not sure of his rank,

came to bring him
his provisions,

candles and personal affairs.

Does this button correspond
to the fuzzy memory

that you have of
this young officer's rank?

They held long consultations
of which I know nothing.

That's all I have to say.

There's no joy during festivities
this year: bad weather,

not enough laborers,

poverty is eroding the country...

no remedies in sight that are
better than the disease.

You asked for me,
Your Majesty?

I had a flute made
for my father-in-law,

the Emperor of Austria,

a confirmed music lover.

A prototype.

A flute in 3 pieces,
by Keller.

The gift was announced to him
by the embassy,

the gift was to celebrate
the signature

of the military pact
between Austria and France.

This alliance

must temper belligerent
passions from England,

with whom war
is imminent.

Because of the Americas,

where the Insurgents
defy England's power.

Do you have any idea

of the importance of this matter,
Marquis?

Somewhat.

If it has a high market value,
the gift is above all

of immeasurable
symbolic importance.

The flute disappeared right here,
yesterday.

That's to say, no flute,
no agreement?

Exactly.

Truly a diplomatic disaster.

It will be a pretext for Austria
to remain neutral.

How can you be an ally

of a country unable to
protect its royal apartments?

The English are not yet
in my apartments, Sartine.

Our only hope is that
a person of dubious motives

seeks financial gain.

There's still time
to find the flute.

Do it quickly.

And remain as discrete as possible.

The flute is a real problem.

And please don't misunderstand,
I'm talking about the instrument.

As for the appendage,
everyone knows, alas, that...

that I still haven't produced
a male heir for France.

Have you tried
to make it sing,

by putting it in the mouth?

My head is exploding
like the buzz of Notre-Dame.

And your heart blames your head
for excessive drinking.

- You're not angry?
- And you?

Why am I honored
with your presence?

Problems with a flute
are troubling the king.

Oh, really?

No misunderstanding.

An instrument of major diplomatic
importance has been stolen.

Weren't you looking for a flute
under Cahuet's skirt?

Exactly.

Without your intervention,
I would have found it.

You know who took it.
Take it back.

From someone shielded by the queen,
who has hidden it?

I'll find it, Madame,
and you'll help me.

Me, play a police officer?
You're joking, Nicolas?

I'm not joking at all.

Are you already leaving, Nicolas?

Don't worry, Marquis,

he is not a suitor for my daughter.

In front of you

is the ensign of a ship,
Emmanuel de Rivoux,

a young officer
who ensures the liaison

between the admiralty and Minister
of the Navy, Monsieur de Sartine.

This model

is in the recent
naval riflemen units

Sartine has bestowed upon
the fleet.

He raises them like Prussians,
which guarantees

an obedience and loyalty
of stubborn barbarity

that we find in certain dogs.

The description betrays
little sympathy.

I'm just old-fashioned.

I don't appreciate those
who kill in cold blood

in the name of exact science.

In the king's name,
is it really homicide?

Is it true you came upon
an escapee

from For-l'Eveque?

News sometimes travels faster
than the facts, I see.

But it's true, a very troubling
escape, indeed.

The dead man,

held at gunpoint
for unclear reasons

and whose identity remains unknown,

seems, in flight, to have fallen

in a street where all the
street lights were out.

A dagger appears,
it stabs the man's heart,

while English extremists
abound in the streets.

And in the deceased's hand,

a button from a French navy
military tunic.

There you go, that's it.

It's important to emphasize

that the only witness to evoke
the presence of the English

and of James Harris

was found on site reeking
of alcohol.

That's enough, Pierre.

- You're being familiar.
- I wasn't drunk.

Yes...

It would be nice,
before decay sets in,

to sketch
our anonymous victim,

and send it to those
who may have known him.

Laval�e.

He painted Mrs. Bourdeau
at our wedding.

In Arranet's quarters,
I met a very curious bird.

Could you obtain information
on a certain Emmanuel de Rivoux,

ensign of a vessel,

and provide me with a report
rapidly?

Was this button missing
from his tunic?

No, but a button can be re-sewn,

and he could have
several jackets.

Leave nothing to chance.
He's one of Sartine's men.

The object was stolen 2 days ago
from the king's apartments.

"A piccolo flute from Keller."

Damn!
It's worth its weight in gold.

Even more than that.

The French-Austrian alliance
against the English

depends on this instrument.

That's all? A flute?

Shouldn't the king take care
of his own?

He's been married 7 years.

- Pierre...
- 7 years and no child.

I had one per year
for 5 years running.

Not everyone is you.

Yet, it's not so difficult.

Let's get back to the flute.

It's in the hands of
Lady Cahuet de Villers.

She's looking to resell it.

Discretely circulate
the description of this flute

and make it be known to any fencers

that holding or reselling it
will lead to the gallows.

What need to mix little gifts
and treaties of military alliance

when the country
is on the cusp of war?

What a crazy affair!

How futile are adult affairs.

Am I right?

Madame,

I've come to excuse myself.

But for what, my lady?

Last night,
my friend, the Marquis de Ranreuil,

was very indelicate.

I can't forgive him.

But as hostess,

I can only ask you
to forgive me.

No sooner said than done.

So are you angry
with this Ranreuil?

I'm over it, Madame.
This stupid story about a flute...

How dare he accuse
a friend of the queen?

Do you know that Copeau
borrowed it

as a joke
at the king's apartments?

He thought it to be a gift
to seal the alliance with Austria.

I hope that Copeau
put it back.

I think he did so.

He would be crazy to keep it.

- A little English tea?
- With pleasure.

While we still have some.

Why is your pretty face
familiar to me, Miss?

What do you want, young man?

You're very kind.

I'm just a little older,

and by calling you "young man,"
I'm still a man.

I won't forget it
if I live long enough.

I'm from the king's police force
and I'd like to ask you a favor.

"Policeman," "a favor"...

You have very strange manners.

Normally, the cops take everything
and leave nothing.

I think we're done for today.
You may go.

What kind of favor
may I do for you?

The portrait of an individual.

My good friend, Inspector Bourdeau

has a very nice portrait
that you did of his wife.

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

I could not refuse

the friend of my good friend,
Inspector Bourdeau.

We need a portrait
that's in no way flattering,

as real as possible,
so that we can

make an engraving and reproduce
multiple copies.

See you tomorrow.

Her name is La Freluche
and no one knows her origin.

Grace, innocence.

As if she came out of the blue.

The intruder was a policeman.

The Marquis de Ranreuil,
otherwise known as Nicolas le Floch.

Your little escapee was expected.

The French
killed the defector.

For sure.

The escape failed. Too bad.

If it was homicide,
it was because they knew.

And if they knew,

could it be that your cover
be exposed?

I don't think so.

The other night,
they saw only you.

In no way
should you be suspected.

Meaning what?

That whatever they know
or don't know,

it's imperative
to get rid of Nicolas Le Floch.

- Who is it?
- The police officer. He came.

He left soon after
with the painter.

And the girl?

She left.

Don't let him out of your sight.

He was stabbed in the heart,

in the shape of a cross,
with a dagger.

I know that, my friend.

Most of his bones are broken.

Your escapee died from his fall.

And yet,
they nailed him to the ground,

like a butterfly
to a cork.

The blow's force and determination

betrays a sentiment of hatred,
some fanatical rage.

There's evidence of passion.

Have you analyzed the rope?

- Not yet.
- Do it.

The resemblance is striking.

- You're a master.
- You flatter me.

How much do we owe you?

In exchange for payment,
I'll keep the charcoal sketch.

The sketches
are only sketches.

From a layman's point of view,
they are well done.

- May I?
- Of course.

Go and make copies of it.

Here.

- You can't eat paper.
- Thank you.

Beautifully combed wool.

Perhaps we could gather some
information from it.

Have it examined by an expert,
like your tailor, Vachon.

As for concerns Monsieur de Rivoux,

the sailor is a soldier,
but a man too.

He's hanging around the goddaughter
of Lalande, the clockmaker,

a certain Agnes Guinguet.

Here's a little detail
that will make you happy.

"Promoted to the rank
of ship ensign

"at the personal discretion
of the Minister,

"Antoine, Raymond, Jean, Gualbert,

"Gabriel de Sartine"...

That's enough!

That's enough! That's enough!

A war is looming up before us!

A war, a real war.
Do you hear me?

Time is of the essence
and France needs a fleet!

And you, all the while,

you quibble, you mince words.

"My escapee" here,
"my escapee" there.

"Who murdered my escapee?"

Because you mince words.

Who is my escapee,
Sir?

Are you still insisting?

How am I supposed to tell you?

Return the body, the watch

and personal effects!

He didn't have a watch.

Ah?

There was no escapee, Nicolas.
There wasn't one.

Tell me who it was
and the motive for the killing.

- And perhaps I would consent...
- "Perhaps I would consent"?

Tell me I'm dreaming!

Tell me life is beauty,
that I've lost my mind!

I'm going to make it very clear.

I prohibit you, I forbid you,

I don't want you to go any further!

I don't care about
your police work.

I don't care about your duty...

Your police duties
are a crock of shit.

There was no murder
at For-l'Eveque.

There never has been.

You were dreaming, I was dreaming,
we were all dreaming.

It's over.

Monsieur, Minister of the Navy,

I happen to have a fine portrait,
which will soon be all over Paris.

A father, a mother, a neighbor,

someone will remember this man
and come tell us about him.

So, I will know.

And thus, I will continue.

That seems very nice.
Who...

Laval�e.

A great artist.

Here's what I'm doing with...

your portrait.

Show out the gentleman.

His Majesty is waiting
for the return of his flute.

- Have you forgotten?
- Not at all.

Don't bother. I know my way.

Nicolas!

Don't you understand?

It's a terrible war
that's coming,

with processions for the dead
and oceans of suffering.

One thing prevails
in our thoughts.

The state of the nation.

Did you hear?

The rascal will not be easy
to convince.

It'd be easier to convince the sun
to rise in the West.

What we have to do
is cover our tracks,

all our tracks.

Let's hope the notion of "tracks"

does not reach the ears
of the Marquis de Ranreuil.

Madame, he calls me careless
and frivolous.

Yet, if you only knew,
we were very young

when we married,
the King and I.

We were so young,
almost children.

We knew nothing about
the court life of France.

Who can claim to know anything
about court life?

Very early, I had to recognize
the cunning and duplicity of people,

the wickedness.

At home, I was not used to
human wickedness.

I was told that I should
mistrust you, like the pest.

It's nothing but jealousy.
You entertain me.

The subject is a bit indecent,

but the engravings are exquisite.

In particular...

Does His Majesty
talk to you about the war?

No. He doesn't want
to darken my thoughts.

I know he would like to
count on my father's support.

But all of that bores me.

You're right, Your Majesty.

I have a wonderful gift for you.

A very beautiful instrument
made by Keller in Strasbourg.

A flute?

But what would I do with it?
I play the harp.

Perhaps you could pawn it.

Knowing it comes from you,

no one would hesitate to pay
a handsome price,

and you could gamble at leisure.

I can take care of everything.

Pawn it? Why not?

What do I have to lose,

since I'm told
that I'm the queen.

Lady Cahuet will deny
she has the flute, but she has it,

given she can't get rid of it.

And if the Austrian ambassador,
who is coming, learns of the theft,

we will have lost a war
that has not yet begun.

This is over my head.
Excuse me if I don't get involved.

To get back
to serious matters,

do you know that at Vachon's,
a simple coat

costs more than a worker
makes in a lifetime?

We didn't invent the world.

Yes. But nonetheless,
we're part of it.

Is this English fabric?

Yes. But we cannot
formally conclude

that the man was English.

Problems between our 2 countries
don't hinder commerce.

Money talks first.

Given Sartine's tone of voice,

and his determination
to tear up the drawing,

I'm sure he knows
the stranger.

He also seems extremely interested

in a watch
that the dead man was wearing.

Nonetheless,

his outcry seemed to result
from real sincerity.

He asked me not to persist
in our investigation.

In the higher interests of the realm,
I presume.

I find myself almost inclined
to give in.

The Marquis de Ranreuil
is looking under the armor.

Leave Ranreuil alone.
It's a war that is coming.

The state of the Nation. Nice excuse
for the world's powers.

Commissioner, you are requested
at the prison.

Are you crazy?

- Seize him.
- Leave me alone!

You, scram. Scram, I said.

Isn't it good policy
to conclude

it was a clever suicide?

All the sketches and copies of the
deceased have been seized,

on orders of the king.

Sartine lost no time.

Such an artist...

If someone's silencing witnesses,
there's reason to fear for his life.

He'd be here, in a pool of blood.

Perhaps they didn't find him.

I have doubts.
He had a model here.

We must find the lady
to whom this note is addressed.

Is there a name?

"My friend," "my love,"
"my sweet," and signed "SFP."

On the other hand,

this button and this cameo

point in the direction
of that naval officer,

Emmanuel de Rivoux.

Come in, my friend.

Can we make another portrait
of the deceased?

Alas, no.

Decay is making him
unrecognizable now.

I understand your disappointment.

I conducted
a new examination of the body.

A callus on the right hand
intrigued me.

A callus like those on workers
practicing a trade of precision.

Look.

- Gold?
- Gold filings.

Under his fingernails
and in the folds of his skin.

Your man was a watchmaker.

Excuse the intrusion,
Your Majesty.

I wish to address
the watchmaker.

Majesty, you are not obliged
to answer.

I have the body of a watchmaker,

English perhaps,
and it concerns me.

La Borde, help
the Marquis de Ranreuil

and show him what Sartine hides

in the habitual confusion
of his eloquent silence.

Go on, la Borde. Speak.

We are seated far
from indiscrete ears.

What do you know on the topic
of longitude?

I mean... in naval terms.

With latitude,
it's essential

so that the captain can determine
his position at sea with precision.

We've know about latitude
since the Phoenicians.

But calculating longitude
is the subject of a fierce rivalry

between us and the English.

Imagine the importance
of longitude

in the context of combat,
which is imminent.

To determine longitude
with precision,

you need watches
as precise as possible,

synchronized so that each vessel

is in the right position
at the same time.

To prepare for war
is often to win the war.

That's why a talented watchmaker

is a major issue
between belligerent nations.

You've got the big picture,
Ranreuil.

As for how to deal with it,
talk to Monsieur de Sartine.

What about the damn flute?
Time is of the essence.

Making progress, Your Majesty.
Have no doubt.

The Minister charged me
to keep you out.

You're stopping me from entering?

As a purely speculative matter,

if your master ordered you
to make someone disappear,

a painter of renown,

a young woman

or the warden of a prison,

what would you do?

I'll let you judge
the relevance of the question.

Perfect answer.

We serve the same master.
No hard feelings, Ensign.

I did hear some turmoil in the wings.

I asked for a naval project
made of cardboard.

Light, flexible,

seaworthy,

easy to repair.

In addition, less costly
when one considers the price of wood.

Surely,
but to make cardboard,

you need wood.

Ah, damn... yes.

I just saw the king.

His Majesty made the Count
de la Borde aware of the secret.

Oh, damn!

Light and flexible.

I know about
the question of longitude.

And so?

Stop, Commissioner.
You've got me surrounded.

What do you want now?

The name of the escapee.

His first and last names,
why he was incarcerated.

And if you know, the motive
and the author of his murder.

You'll get nothing!

I've promised myself to maintain
the greatest calm.

And it's costing me.

Stop, de Rivoux!

But...

You'll get nothing.

Nothing at all.

Too bad.

Perhaps Admiral Arranet
can enlighten me.

I'll have the tunics
of his officers checked

to see if this button is missing.

Most likely,
it will have been replaced.

Or maybe not.

Where did you get this from?

The cold fingers of the murdered man,
whose identity

you are concealing from me.

Look among your men, too.

Who knows, perhaps someone forgot

to report a minor detail to you.

Look on the other side of the door.

I seem to recognize his face

on this medallion
found at Laval�e's studio.

A resemblance, isn't there?

For my sake,

how can a light, flexible
cardboard boat,

withstand the recoil
of cannon fire

without sinking?

Explain, de Rivoux!
Explain!

I sent for you
because I've conducted research

on the sheets used for
the escapee's rope.

Well?

It proves they were soaked
in a solution of lye

which corroded the fibers.

It was inevitable
that it would break.

Killed twice in a manner of speaking.

By the fall and by the dagger.

Someone was upset
with our apprentice spy.

Or wanted him to remain silent.

What is Nicolas doing?

Are you a gambler,
Marquis?

Not in the least, Your Majesty.

My God!
How bored you must be!

I need your help.

Not long ago,
a person I know

offered me an object
of great value.

An object she suggested
that I pawn,

all, you understand, under
the greatest secrecy.

Do you believe in secrets,
Monsieur de Ranreuil?

I practice it
more often than I should,

bit I hardly believe in secrets.

It's no secret that I gamble.

I play and I lose.
I'm always coming up short.

A very pathetic queen,
aren't I?

No, Your Majesty.

You're a child thrown into
this hodgepodge of deceitful beings

that we call the court.

You are still young.

It's true there's a dark spot
in your eyes,

a streak of wisdom
beyond your years.

Perhaps it is because
you are are a police officer.

Let's talk straight.

Shortly after,
I was the victim of blackmail.

It's a serious matter.

Not that serious.

I'm being asked to lend money
for fraudulent transactions

aimed at gambling on
some influence peddling.

They've even offered me a share.

Otherwise?

They king will find out and I
don't want to be disparaging to him.

The object is a flute.

A flute from Keller, in Strasbourg?

This flute
is intended for your father

to seal a treaty
of military alliance between Austria

and the French kingdom?

My father, my husband...
I could never admit it to them.

I'm asking you to put an end
to this, Marquis,

in utmost secrecy.

Is Monsieur de Fersen
still not here?

Send for him.
I'm tired of waiting. Go now!

If you'll excuse me...

Go, Marquis.
Do your best.

Go!

Kill him!

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