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END OF THE WORLD

Seen, heard and based on a theme by Camille Flammarion

My son.

Mother, don't cry like that.

It upsets me.

So, Schomburg,

what do you think of my daughter?

That the real Mary Magdalene

was undoubtedly not as beautiful or desirable,

dear Mr de Murcie.

I must leave, my dear. I don't want to miss my train.

Goodbye.

You and Martial will come to see me?

Won't you, Martial?

- Is everything alright? - Fine, dear mother.

- I have no reason to worry? - No.

Goodbye, my dear.

Goodbye.

I've had enough of Geneviève.

It's unbearable. Don't see her again.

This is a meeting about the war.

I have come to bid you goodbye.

I'm going to my observatory on the pic du Midi

to be as far away from others as possible.

I can't work in Paris.

- Even with the Nobel prize? - Yes.

One hour after my nomination,

I received 10 telegrams from different governments

asking for the exclusivity of my research to prepare new arms.

The world disgusts me.

Does not love play a role in your misanthropy?

If you want Geneviève, Martial…

Be quiet, Jean.

Never, do you hear? Never.

I've come to offer you money,

for I'm now wealthy, so that can marry her.

Oh no, Martial. Thank you.

I could never accept.

I know the law of my life. I must suffer.

- "Suffer"? - Yes.

Don't make me explain.

Know only that money would turn me away from my task.

And Geneviève?

Oh, she is not for me, Martial.

I cannot make her live here in poverty,

where fear and anxiety reign.

No. Believe me, Martial,

if you want to save her,

save us…

No. Don't break my heart so.

Let me be brave.

Never talk to me about that again, alright?

You embody the spirit of sacrifice, I know.

But that is not a solution for everything.

What does the future hold?

You study the stars, Martial,

help men to look at them, take them towards them,

so that they forget their hate while looking at the stars.

Men want money, luxury,

well-being at all costs,

but not idealism.

They care nothing for that.

There are periods in human existence when the inevitability of a cataclysm

that shakes society to its very roots, imposes itself.

Why do you show me Kropotkin's text?

Because the time has come.

Poet.

You are losing yourself in all these philosophies.

Poetry, love, the heart…

The modern world has taken precautions

against that which is sublime.

No one can understand you, my poor Jean.

You are speaking a language that is dead.

What are you reading?

The Kingdom of Earth

Novalic, of course.

Oh, no. That family will be the death of me.

One brother is awarded the prize

that was to crown my career

and the other steals my daughter.

I can't judge Martial, but I forbid you to attack Jean.

No one is capable of understanding.

Oh! This child will be the death of me!

No? Really?

You're seriously thinking about it?

Very seriously.

How happy that would make me, my friend.

I can't live with my father any longer.

Keep me, Jean, I beg you,

or another will take me.

I need affection,

love, arms to hold me.

I will help you, console you, encourage you.

I have money. We will leave,

go far away, the two of us…

So happy. So happy.

No, Geneviève.

Opulence would divert my attention from my task.

Certain men must suffer relentlessly

to know and cure the pain of others.

Do you understand?

But me, Jean? I cannot live in poverty.

It doesn't suit me.

That is why our union is impossible, Geneviève.

Later, much later,

we will see.

Seligman Bank Pay 900,000 F to Mr de Murcie

This will buy you a much better observatory

than Martial's.

You are…

You are… magnanimous.

And…

And Geneviève?

Don't worry, I have an idea.

Onions, cauliflower, turnips.

Two francs, the bunch of carrots.

Get out of here!

How can you beat this child?

It's none of your business.

What's wrong?

This man is seducing our daughter.

Leave my kid alone!

Give me back my daughter!

Go inside, go on.

He wants to rape my daughter!

Scoundrel!

He's killed him!

Let's go, hurry!

Watch out! The police!

Come on.

My dear, as you demand, I will leave, but just one word and I will return.

I will be waiting. Adieu Jean.

Grandpa, is the man sleeping?

It's Jean Novalic!

My goodness, on the ground… Is he sick?

Oh, my God, he's injured, I…

Yes, my dear, try to help me.

Come along.

Unbelievable! People are so unkind.

Open the door.

- Look at my hat, Grandpa. - Yes.

Well, my little Geneviève.

Well…

What's wrong?

Each day, you come back from Jean's

more desperate than ever.

This is no way to live.

He is a lunatic.

He's a fool.

He claims he can renew humanity.

He can't even pay his rent.

There is a man who adores you.

Martial?

No, forget about that family.

No.

He's handsome.

He's rich.

You would be happy with him.

You would have everything you want.

You're up again?

You want to kill yourself, my poor friend.

How is your head?

It hurts, doctor.

Were you hit very violently?

Yes.

I need to know the truth.

Is my life in danger?

No, no.

And my mind?

Because of this?

Be brave. I'll be back tonight.

Your party is delightful, Schomburg.

Behave yourself.

The princess is here. She can't keep her eyes off you.

Well, princess, you are shameless.

Yes, it's true. I'm watching Schomburg.

He's so handsome and self-possessed.

Life is beautiful.

I have eyes and desire but for you,

divine Geneviève.

Hush. Isabelle…

This is my testament.

Kill me or kill him.

What you have told me is terrible.

There is only one way to avoid a scandal: marriage.

That is the only way to save the de Murcies from disgrace.

Oh no!

Yes. Come on, Geneviève!

Geneviève!

I have just discovered, in the constellation of Gemini,

a comet which is heading towards Earth.

The prognostic is the end of the world.

I am his brother, doctor. You can tell me.

He received a blow to the head.

And fatigue,

poverty, deprivation…

He's on the edge of the abyss.

Is he going to die?

No, I don't think so.

But his mind and reason will disappear.

I fear he must be taken to an asylum.

Do what's necessary, doctor.

Please contact our mother at the asylum.

Martial, tell me…

about the end of the world.

Imagine, Jean, Lexell's comet,

that I discovered, 10 days ago,

will strike the Earth.

- I knew that. - How did you know?

Open that.

Read it.

"This is my testament.

"The old world will disappear.

"But I feel, however, that part of the universe will be saved.

"I leave you, Martial, the means to help save it,

"by profiting from the catastrophe to transform the heart of man.

- "Keep these means secret…" - Hush.

Martial, swear to me…

that you will make the most of this unique opportunity

in the history of humanity

to teach men

how to understand and love one another.

I swear, Jean.

Go over there.

Open the cupboard.

If you need my writings…

if you need my words,

and my drawings…

For Martial

For my Anglo-Saxon brothers

Preparation of the States General of the Universal Convention

Death will only take away from me

a body emptied of its light.

And thus I will remain

present among you.

Mr Novalic, you have the floor.

Thank you.

Gentlemen,

however serious the announcement I am about to make,

I cannot postpone it.

I affirm,

and my calculations confirm it,

that a comet will strike the Earth.

If I may, dear colleague,

ourselves and all the foreign astronomers

have noticed nothing abnormal.

Isn't that right, gentlemen?

Which comet?

Silence. Continue, Mr Novalic.

It is the famous Lexell's comet

which, in 1770, was already at a distance

of 2 million kilometres from our planet

and had disappeared from our solar system.

Its core

is 7 times that of the Earth

and it is 300,000 kilometres long.

It will be visible to the naked eye in one month

and will strike the Earth

in 114 days.

I can feel that I am losing my mind.

I can feel…

that I will no longer be able to speak.

Come back one last time.

I beg you.

Calm down, I beg you.

It's me, Martial. Look at me.

Open your eyes.

Calm down. I beg you, my dear Jean.

Geneviève…

I can feel that I'm losing my mind.

Geneviève?

Jean.

I'm sorry.

Geneviève.

- You are sick. - Geneviève.

Forgive me.

If only you knew… The wretch! The coward!

He took me,

he sullied me.

I've come back. I will take care of you.

Geneviève.

I will never leave you again.

And you will lift me higher so that I don't fall back down.

The end of the world.

The end of the world.

The end of the world.

Martial?

This must end, Martial.

It's atrocious.

Let go, let go.

Jean.

Jean, my dearest Jean,

answer me.

Answer me.

No! No, Martial!

Martial!

Jean! Jean!

Jean!

Jean, Jean.

Martial, I beg you, don't let him leave.

Doctor…

Jean!

Jean!

Jean…

My dearest Jean.

For Geneviève when she returns

My dear Geneviève, my darling,

when you hear what I am about to say,

I may already be dead

or have lost my mind.

But your sorrow will be less, knowing

that my voice and my image can nevertheless

respond to each of your calls.

I did not tell you earlier for I did not want you

to witness my bodily decline.

Now that my spirit has been freed,

I can entrust you with your role in the extraordinary mission

that is yours and Martial's.

Engrave my words in your heart, Geneviève.

From this moment on, you most obey Martial

whatever he asks of you.

Then, when your work is done,

you will marry him.

And then you can look into my dead eyes,

my eyes that loved you so much

without ever telling you.

You will whisper gently:

"Jean, happiness has returned to Earth."

I think that I will understand.

Are you prepared to do what he asks?

Think hard about it,

it will be the end of your life in society.

Yes, Martial. I will work with you.

Father, do not look for me if you want to avoid scandal…

I'm leaving home. I will work for the good of all. Geneviève.

Tell me, Martial, why did he murmur:

"The end of the world. The end of the world."?

Because it is approaching in giant steps.

But that's impossible. Unbelievable.

Is that what you believe, Martial?

It's the truth, Geneviève.

You can trust in me blindly.

But, Martial, all these people who hate one another,

who want to kill…

They will all huddle together,

like sheep in a giant herd

of which we will be the shepherds.

It's him. It's him.

It's him.

No. You're tired, you're overwrought, Geneviève.

I can assure you there is nothing.

It's him. It's him.

This is the opinion of a journalist.

Take a seat, gentlemen, please.

The meeting is in session.

Could the interpreters come, please?

We will listen to the Chinese delegate.

These gentlemen conclude

that Mr Novalic's calculations are exact,

and that the catastrophe appears inevitable.

Novalic's calculations on Lexell's comet are exact.

The end of the world will take place in 92 days.

Take measures against panic.

International Commission of Inquiry.

Obviously, these telegrams

will be written in code.

Until tomorrow, gentlemen.

ARBITRATION CONFERENCE FAILS The Pacific Conflict and World War

According to you, my dear director,

nothing can prevent the conflict resulting in a world war?

Nothing whatsoever.

Well, you will help me prevent the war.

"Prevent the war"?

Tomorrow, you will announce the end of the world,

and diplomatic problems will vanish

as if by magic. - But…

I'm serious. I'm not known to joke

and my scientific renown still carries weight.

Of course.

Here are my calculations concerning Lexell's comet,

that I discovered 8 days ago, in my observatory.

The scientific society has been informed.

Extraordinary.

How much?

I have not come to ask for money.

- How can I thank you? - By publishing the news.

Immediately.

Hello? I want everyone in my office. Straight away.

Goodbye.

Gentlemen, Martial Novalic has announced the end of the world.

- "The end of the world"? - Exactly.

Publish the scientific documents on the front page.

An impressive headline, 7 columns. Go on.

He knows all about self-promotion.

That column is too black.

Who cares? It's the end of the world.

Don't be an idiot.

Print a new example of the scientific conclusions.

Everything that concerns post 203.

What use is all this?

Sit down, gentlemen.

Please come in, gentlemen.

Have a seat.

Sit down, please.

THE END OF THE WORLD CONFIRMED

NUMBER OF DAYS REMAINING

Dear friend!

Is it true, what they say? Really?

- Or is it a joke? - Very true.

Very.

The comet: a connection,

a little tumbling?

Listen, Werster,

I would not sign such an article

without prior verification.

I'm bored. I'm bored!

Come in, dear friend.

Have a seat.

Well then.

The end of the world will take place in 90 days.

If you do nothing,

you will be ruined by Schomburg before the end of the week.

Listen well, Werster,

if you bet against me,

with him, on a rise,

you will not prevent the catastrophe

and you risk losing everything if it is averted.

On the contrary,

if you bet with me,

against him, on a drop,

so long as we survive… - Ah, it's sport.

No, Werster.

It concerns the happiness of men.

Open account Martial Novalic,

for up to 600 million.

R 228.

Thank you, miss.

200 million are available

to obtain majority ownership of newspapers

and news agencies across the globe.

I repeat: "across the globe".

Wherever Schomburg is influent

buy and counter him.

This is what the telegram says:

"The analysis by the chemist Dochi shows that the comet is surrounded

"by billions of cubic metres of carbon monoxide.

"No human being will survive this cataclysm.

"Constatation confirmed by the Erchel Commission."

Scramble the Eiffel Tower radio waves on 2020

and read the telegram from Philadelphia

when the stock exchanges open.

Hello. This is the national radio broadcasting from the Eiffel Tower.

The French squadrons are under pressure.

The mobilisation decree will be…

Keep it,

for plan 4.

It's me!

I refuse. Do you hear? Definitively.

I refuse to invest in arms factories.

I no longer speculate on the war.

Fine. Very well.

It's up to you.

Fine. Goodbye.

Leave me, Martial. I'm of no importance.

Take care of humanity, my friend, like your brother did.

It runs in the family.

Leave me alone. I am so very tired.

Sell. Sell. Sell.

Sell all you have, even at the lowest price.

Come on, sell.

Buy everything you can.

Buy, buy.

It's recovering, isn't it?

No, no. Cash.

Cash.

Cash.

Attack in Moscow.

Wall Street: Collapse of half the shares.

Amsterdam…

Silence.

This is Martial Novalic.

732 hours

to live.

Sell everything. All is lost.

Sell everything!

I told you to sell everything.

There'll be nothing left.

Sell everything!

Sell everything!

Sell, I tell you. Sell everything!

Sell!

Sell!

Gentlemen!

Well, Schomburg, they are plunging.

All is lost.

Selling 5,000!

All is lost

because we listened to you.

I can't hear a thing! I don't care!

De Murcie, come with me to see the minister.

Who shall I announce?

Thank you, sir.

Declare the closure of the stock market and a legal rate,

sir, the minister, or even gold will lose value.

All this is a gigantic hoax

that only the arrest of Martial Novalic,

who stole my darling daughter and the speculator Werster,

can curb.

Hello?

Yes, it's me.

In compliance of our orders

Martial Novalic and Mr Werster must be arrested.

Very well, Mr President.

Martial Novalic and Mr Werster will be arrested tonight.

Their transmitter destroyed and their notes confiscated.

Hurry! Hurry!

Hurry or everything will be compromised.

Gentlemen, listen to me, all of you.

The police are on their way.

Cut the three circuits on 23.

Listen to me on 2018,

tomorrow at 8 am.

I will give you my orders.

Have confidence in me.

My respects to you all. Now leave!

We will be at Jean Novalic's at Sacré-Coeur.

Cut all the telephone wires.

Mr Martin, show these gentlemen. Hurry.

Cut the wires. Remove the cables.

Cut the high-voltage cables.

Cut the conductor.

Oh, it's you, Geneviève. My dear.

Well, what's wrong?

I expect you believe this ridiculous idea about the end of the world.

Maybe, Father. That's why I've come back.

Oh, my darling.

I need to live. Do you understand?

To live! I need to live,

to have pleasure, to party.

I'm a simple woman who doesn't understand much.

I am too weak. Do you understand?

Beauty… Beauty!

I can't take any more.

Dear friends, we will gather inside later.

For now, drink.

Gather the night roses now.

Before letting the couples form in the blue night,

I would like to remind you that tonight

we were supposed to see the famous comet.

Well,

look.

I can't see anything.

It is conspicuously absent.

Very good. Exact.

There's a problem, Martial. The governments have backed down.

The truth is silenced.

Shares values are rising.

And to top it all off, Geneviève is with Schomburg.

- That's impossible. - I'm sure of it.

Martial.

Martial.

Geneviève,

come on.

And Isabelle?

This hoax about the comet

is immense.

Mr Schomburg?

Excuse me, Geneviève.

Martial and Werster are hiding

in Jean Novalic's home.

What shall we do?

If at 2 am the Eiffel Tower radio announces

the death of Martial and Werster,

I will give you a million.

Understood?

- Go with them. Watch them. - I won't leave.

I'm telling you to leave. Go.

The Eiffel Tower radio.

This is the Eiffel Tower radio.

Thanks to Geneviève de Murcie, the police finally have

proof of the plot thought up by the bandits, Novalic and Werster,

aimed at universal domination.

Geneviève de Murcie, held captive by these wretches,

managed to escape and return to her father.

The arrest of these ingenious bandits is but a question of hours.

I will kill Schomburg.

And get back Geneviève.

The police will arrive in a minute. Leave.

Please, leave quickly.

- Believe me. - Is it true?

Yes, it's true. Please, hurry.

We must prevent the radio from broadcasting tonight.

The comet!

At least look at it.

It's incredible.

Go to my car. Hurry. Hide yourselves.

Follow them.

We will try to stop them in the tower.

If we fail, we will play our last card.

I'll take care of the policemen.

That would be a great help.

I am now devoted to you, heart and soul.

Did you hear?

Come see.

It's the comet.

The comet.

So it's true?

The comet. I'm going to look.

The transmitter must be here.

Hello. Hello.

It's the comet, come and see it.

Yes, sir. This is the tower.

I'm awaiting the minister's orders.

- In one hour… - "In one hour…"

- … announce on the radio… - "… announce on the radio"…

… the signature of the mobilisation decree.

"… the signature of the mobilisation decree."

"In one hour, announce on the radio

"the signature of the mobilisation decree."

- Understood. And you? - Yes.

Darling, I beg you.

So it is true?

I don't want to be beaten by Martial and Werster.

- Come on, quick, to my car… - Darling, come on.

Don't panic. There's no reason to panic.

Come on, come on.

Stay there. Stay there.

Let us know if something strange happens.

Martial?

It's scrambled.

The machines aren't working properly.

The manometer for tracking the station.

There's nothing to be done. The antenna is down.

Sir, twice now, we have seen lights at the top of the tower.

Someone must be working up there.

At last, Martial and Werster will pay for their crime.

Gentlemen, cover all the exits of the tower.

Men at every pillar. Go on!

Off you go.

Hello, hello, Werster?

Tell Martial that Schomburg is coming up by lift

and that all the exits are manned.

Don't come up.

Very well.

Don't move, Geneviève.

Everybody here?

Get in.

Up we go!

My poor Martial.

I may be wrong. It's not Geneviève.

Think of your work.

Come on, the lift has dropped.

Fix the wavelength at 1,330.

Mr Novalic.

The latest telegrams say that international delegations

are on their way.

They will be arriving in Paris from tonight.

The last ones will arrive by plane in 4 days'.

Good.

Gentlemen, the States General for a Universal Convention

will convene on August 5,

the night before the collision.

I am counting on your bravery

and your fidelity

to conduct this supreme work.

New telegrams inform us that after the appearance of the comet

extraordinary phenomenon have occurred

in nature all over the world.

The end of the world is inevitable.

… the words of Saint John in the Apocalypse

predict they will be terrible and illuminating.

Terrible and illuminating!

32 hours to live.

32 hours to live.

32 hours to live.

32 hours to live.

32 hours to live.

32 hours to live.

My friends.

Silence. Listen to the man.

My friends.

My friends, this is my last feast.

Let's forget sinister ideas.

May the last 30 hours of our lives

be dedicated to forgetting,

pleasure and love.

Come now, let's drink.

Let's drink. Let's drink.

What is it?

Why are you here?

Long live…

Long live life!

Long live life!

Death.

I don't want to die.

Save me. Save me. Save me.

In this drama

between Earth and the sky, all men

have forgotten their hatred for class and borders.

With the solemn vow that we will take,

let's cross these minutes

for eternity.

Let us swear to cement

in the blood and fire of the cataclysm

the new universal law

of the States General that will become for all those

who survive

a sacred code.

Article 1

of the constitution:

The Universal Republic

is proclaimed!

Article 2:

In the framework of the Universal Republic,

the Federal States of Europe

are constituted.

For the men who will survive…

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