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Oh,

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Don't be afraid. I won't harm you. I'm

the Scarlet Pimpanel. I'm taking you

away from here. Shh.

Get dressed.

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Heat.

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Heat.

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Hey, hey, hey.

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The time was citizen liber when they

wanted liberty.

I gave them liberty and then they wanted

equality.

I gave them equality and

now what did they want?

Fraternity.

Don't be ridiculous.

They want money or blood.

Unless we have no money and a

surfet of blood.

Blood it'll have to be.

But not mine.

Not yet.

Then whose citizen?

Yours.

On Friday, we were to have given them

the heads of the baroness bid and her

pretty daughter.

Special treat to me as I grew up in the

shadows of their shadow and arrow.

Although the baron died of shock at the

prospect of the revolution, his family

have long been of interest to me.

The Pimpanel deprived us of the pleasure

of their execution. And as finding the

Pimpanel as your task, and you have

singularly failed in that task, the more

will accept you as a disappointing but

adequate substitute.

But but but but but but but

only bring me the pimpanel and we will

quiet the mob and save your neck for

another occasion.

I'm doing all I can, citizen. I have

spies everywhere and not using English.

It's a good man, not you.

Oh yes, citizen. If anyone could find

that is all

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And his eyes, Arthur's eyes, bright and

brave. And his voice was strong and

gentle, calm,

he did nothing. He would do anything.

Truly, I would follow that man to the

gates of hell.

There's no time.

What? Where's your mother?

She's next door.

Fetch her immediately.

Such a man was he. We were imprisoned,

awaiting our fate, and he came and

brought us to safety.

You must jump. It is nothing compared to

the guillotine. Watch.

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Come on.

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Jump, lady. Jump. Lest all be lost.

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Danger. What is the danger?

He cared nothing for danger. There were

hundreds of soldiers. We were

surrounded. Our situation was desperate.

We were outnumbered 20 to1.

Why not 40 to1?

And the musk balls flew and the wheels

span and he whipped up the horses and we

just flew

like the wind.

We flew like the wind.

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Your highness, the scarlet pimple is a

man capable of anything, even in the

teeth of death. He laughed.

Splendid. Absolutely splendid.

If

only he were here now.

[Laughter]

You mock, sir, the death and the horror

they have borne. The danger and daring

of their liberation. And you find this

amusing

enormously. Tell me, Anzo,

would you know him again if he were

here?

I think you would. A brave and honorable

hero would stand out in this crowd.

What?

Very good, Percy. Very good.

Tell me, so Percy, do you find courage

and honor to be a matter of ridicule?

I rarely find them at all, no matter how

hard I look.

Then perhaps you should stop looking in

the glass.

Sydney, the poet. Not a bad one that had

happened.

Well said, Francis.

If creeping unbidden into a lady's

budoir is courageous and honorable, then

perhaps there are more heroes among us

than one might imagine. and heroes. We

need men who lay down their lives for

what life ought to be, not what life

happens to be. The blade that is

snuffing out life after life across the

water might come this way. And a few

laughing buffoons might just laugh their

heads off if there aren't enough heroes

to help them.

Oh my, my heady stuff indeed. Now, is

that reason or treason that you speak?

Oh, be silent, the pair of you,

dear lady.

Would you know it again if he were here

amongst?

Well, he was masked.

Of course. Yeah,

of course.

Now I have an idea.

His

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Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales.

Great fun.

Splendid.

Great fun. One.

Now, Claudet, can you find your

pimpanel?

All you need is a pair of eyes, both

bright and brave.

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I Trust these ghastly pimpel masks.

Don't become alam mo this season. Be

devilish unfair of those of us cheaters.

I think it devilish unfair of you not to

play Percy.

Then I shall

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You're being a little risky.

Excuse me, your highness.

Patty, you uh

Great sport. What?

Yes. Yes, indeed.

Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you.

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This is a dangerous and foolish game,

Percy. Forgive me, William. I grant I

may have been a little self-indulgent.

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You are he. You are the Pimpanel.

I am the Pimpanel.

Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you.

I think you may. You have it in your

power to hurt me a great deal.

My lord, how could you? Your secret is

safe with me.

Oh dear.

Claudette, you must understand this

passion cannot be built upon foundations

of deceit. You think that?

Why don't you trust me? I am yours. You

know that, don't you? I will never let

you down. I have always dreamt of

meeting you. I have kept records of your

exploits. I am yours. My life and my

body are yours.

Now tell me you're not the pimpel.

You should return to the mask. Our

presence will be missed.

They're both mad.

Oh, I thought it rather enchanting.

Hallelujah.

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And I think I

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Does something ail you, my lady?

Did you find your pimpanel and lose your

heart?

You, sir, would do well to mind your own

business, especially as you and he have

absolutely nothing in common.

Oh, I don't know. I hear the man is a

rogue and a scoundrel.

How refreshing to be punched by a lady.

Apologize, sir.

Apologize for being drenched.

Now, my lord, you apologize to me.

Here, I will have satisfaction, young

man. If you keep your expectations and

appetite to modest levels, you will

always have satisfaction. Why heed my

words, you'll be prudent to take this

matter no further.

Tomorrow, sir,

dawn at Foxhole Fields.

Oh my. Your highness, dueling is

prescribed by law. It must be stopped.

Touch. Love a jewel. I heard no mention

of a jewel. Nobody here heard mention of

a jewel.

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You're not

actually going to kill him, are you?

It wouldn't be very good to kill him. Of

course, I'm not going to kill him, you

fool.

What if he chooses pistols? I'll have to

hope he's a good shot.

A good shot?

Whoa. If I'm not going to try to shoot

him, I'm damned if he's going to shoot

me.

But

what if he's a bad shot?

Weather be.

If he's a bad shot, I might well get

hurt, which will pain me grievously for

the sake of saving the skin of that

puffed up little upstart. Where the

devil is he? Hopefully on a boat to the

end.

I fear not. It will take a great deal

more than a powdered popping to make

Lord Sydney take to his. I see, madam,

the time has done nothing to diminish

your order.

What home, Percy? I was still at it with

the young girl, eh? One drink in the

face, not enough for you.

It seems to me as the two of you should

be dueling, huh?

My lord, it's not too late.

I love her, Gutton. I really love her.

Are you going to tell her you're not the

pimple?

I never saw so beautiful a thing.

I'm sure she'll realize soon enough when

she sees your jewelry.

I must have her.

No, I must endeavor to be worthy of her

affections for the Pimpa.

You'll be killed.

I don't mind. I must at least have

tried.

You didn't see her, Don. She is a tiger

in the eye and yet the softest lamb, the

softest breast on which to rest one's

head in joy or sorrow.

She is the lion and the lamb in one

perfect hold.

A man might dream but to see such a

woman, but to have her offer herself to

you. You have got it mad.

What is causing this delay?

I say what is this?

There we are.

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Damn it, Percy. I was really looking

forward to this. Where the devil is he?

The young buck appears loathe to leave

the warmth of his beds.

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That's it.

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Lord Sydney has been kidnapped on his

way here. There are those who might

think it to be some ruse on your part.

But sir,

we hope it is not so.

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Tron.

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Oh dear. Heroes aren't what they used to

be.

Water. The pity sink a drop of water.

Also, they're not permitted to come any

closer. Unless you overpower us, storm

the ship, and sail yourself back to

England.

Where is he?

Uh, here, sir.

This is he.

This is the pimpanel.

Oh, yes it is. Without a doubt.

This is the Pimpanel.

Without a doubt. Citizen.

I am not the Pimpanel.

He's not just going to admit it, is he?

Claudet Bido was rescued by the

Pimpanel. She identified this man as he.

She asked him if he was the Pimpanel. He

replied that he was.

It wasn't like that.

Then they kissed and she said it again.

She recognized him.

Was she mistaken?

I am Lord Francis Sydney.

See, he has the means, the connections

in court.

You're a little scared, I warrant.

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This is not the Scarlet Pimperner.

This is a pathetic attempt, Citizen

Liberac, to save your own neck.

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News travels fast

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and doubtless many of them saw his face

when he brought him in here and now

believe he is the pimper

and are eagerly awaiting his execution

on Friday. I don't think they'll accept

anything less.

You're learning fast, citizen.

Very well. Here's the pimpanel Friday.

But we will need a confession.

Why?

Because I'm suing for peace with the

English. We cannot sustain a war with

them in the west and the Austrians in

the east. Executing a member of the

English court, however, will not help

our diplomacy. Unless we have a

confession, then they can hardly

complain.

I doubt that'll be a problem.

No.

Take him away.

Go.

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What? 40 each. But what the deuce are?

Are we using some damned French

expression for 40 each? I order you to

find an English expression. Deuce, if I

can, your highness.

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Your highness, you what the devil?

Forgive me, sir, but there's bad news

from Paris.

Lord Sydney is detained in Laforce

prison and is to be executed on Friday.

What? Paris execution? Why? Well, they

say he's the pimpanel.

I say, Lord Sydney, who would have

thought it? What is all this

weatherbear?

Well, I you had a lucky escape there,

Percy, eh? Dueling with the pimpano.

What?

That's why he betrayed him. You sold him

to the French on a boat to the Indies. I

heard you say it. To avoid a duel. A man

who has saved countless souls from

horror, from despair, from hideous

death. And you sold him. And it wasn't

just the jewel. You saw him as a rival.

What?

I've seen you looking at me. Deny it if

you have the ghoul.

Game to love. I'd say little bit of

spirit that one, eh?

Little bit dizzy,

huh? What now? Percy

Blakeley Hall.

Now then to France.

Why?

To save him.

I thought you load the little pipsqueak.

I do.

Is it really?

Wanted you to have our food.

We're to die tomorrow anyway.

All of you,

we're not afraid to die. We deem it an

honor to be with the man who has done so

much for us, for our kind over the

years.

Oh, please.

I'm not the Pimpanel.

Of course, I understand.

We would take your courage as our

example.

The boy wanted to meet you, to shake

your hand, but he was too shy to ask.

It would make him very proud.

Unlock it.

remarkably scientific

how they manage to inflict the greatest

amount of pain longest possible time.

But I don't think we shall be needing

them though, shall we?

I have a theory, not a universal truth,

but a good rule of thumb,

that most people that allow themselves

to be subjected to extended torture

actually

enjoy it either through massochism,

heroism, or because they believe they

deserve it. But I don't think you fall

into any of those categories, do you?

But I'm not the Pimpanino.

I know,

which is why you'll sign here.

Oh, do not pity yourself too much. In a

wide compass of human suffering, your

brief discomfort, your life, even

is but a speck of dust in the wind.

They're there.

How about the guard travel day and

night? Scarlet Pippenel goes to the

guillotine on Friday or you do. Do you

understand?

Yes, citizen.

You really think he will try to escape?

Of course he won't. But the real

Pimpanel will try to get in.

Lord Sydney is not the Pimpanel, you

fool. The real Pimpanel is brave,

cunning, and above all vain. He will

want to protect his reputation, which is

why he will come. Believe me,

there you are, Mar.

You'll be a good girl while Papar's

away.

Protect him.

Robes Bear's appointed a new man,

Liberac. He's a fiend. Apparently, he's

tipped to take Robes's place because the

capture of the Pimpanel has elevated his

standing. And we should just have to cut

off his legs.

Heaven only knows what help we can count

on in Paris now. This news of the

Pimpanel's capture has meant the League

are in the lowest spirits. Then I shall

lift them.

How? By throwing away your life on a

romantic whim, trying to impress a girl

who's young enough to be your I have no

interest in a girl. I simply wish to

save the preposterous object of her

affection so they can be reunited.

More pimp than pimpanel. What? Get in.

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drive.

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I'm laughed at at court. I'm damned if

I'm going to allow that pipsqueak

to go to the guillotine for you.

Exactly. Imagine the chatter if Sydney

were to weep upon the scaffold. Sir

Percy's mock for his cowardice had

caught. And in France, the name of the

pimpanel is diminishing by the hour. And

I'm damned if I let him massac both my

reputations.

Ah, so it is vanity, pure and simple.

I do not underestimate vanity. Without

that vanity, there would be no Vasai, no

Zadok the priest, no double knotted

crevat. Now those are things worth dying

for, just as I'm dying for my bed, dear

friend.

We will establish a plan in the morning.

Very good.

Good night, William. Good night, Py.

Come into the wall. Catch your death out

here.

What unexpected pleasure? You must be

cold and exhausted. An hour sitting

outside my house in the freezing cold.

More than two hours on the road. Little

swim, a little climbing. What a

undoubtable, if uh headstrong girl you

are. I'm a woman and you are a devil.

Here, you may change into your dry

clothes at your leisure.

When you have told me what it is you

want

to kill you.

Help yourself.

You may be more used to us alive.

Use to us

to my lord Sydney.

Your Lord Sydney.

Don't mock me, sir. Have a care not to

forget I am still holding your pistol.

You're going to France? Yes. To collect

your blood money.

What have I done? Prey, to make you

think so ill of me. Perhaps I'm not as

you imagine. You call me a coward, but

do I tremble with death facing me across

my table?

You are the devil. You're brave only in

the face of another's anguish.

One man's valor is often another man's

demise. Somebody has to lose.

You see, you scoff at other people's

pain. The scarlet Pimpaneler marks only

his own adversity. He weeps at the

sufferings of others.

How do you know? You've met him but

once.

Twice. And the first time he saved my

life. I know his worth in his eyes and

in his deity. He is a great spirit. And

you, Sir Percy, you're a traitor. You're

a rogue and you're a liar.

May I defend myself? Taking those three

things in reverse order. When did I lie?

The metal vest was a lie.

The metal vest could have saved your

precious lord from exile or the

hangman's noose. Dueling is a capital

offense.

So you are not alive.

Where are you going?

To France.

Why are you going there? The pause

preceding the lie.

I'm on a secret mission. And what

mission is that? A

secret embassy. Some tentative hands are

reaching out for peace. I have

I have been dispatched to make covert

appreciation

lies

of what the powers in Paris have in

mind.

Then take me with you.

But I'm a traitor. I'll surely hand you

straight to your enemies for a few more

pieces of silver.

I'll take the chance.

Why?

To save my love.

I have friends in Paris. So does he. The

League of the Pimpanel. I'll find them

and we will rescue him.

Or I will die in the attempt.

Child, this is not a game.

You will stay here and return with the

boat to England.

I will jump off and swim. I'll catch the

next boat. I'll fly if I have to. But

nothing will keep me back. I owe him my

life. And my life he will have.

I am too tired for this nonsense.

If you've quite decided against shooting

me, I shall retire elsewhere.

My bed is yours.

Do you really think that I'm such a fool

as to think that this is loaded?

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there. Sleep well now.

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Huh? Where the devil have you been? The

ship docked an hour ago. Sorry, old

thing. Had to make some traveling

arrangements.

Why are you still dressed in yesterday?

Who's the boy?

Claudette.

Rather a fine seat, wouldn't you say?

Percy, I had no choice. The girl dropped

in on me last night. I couldn't reveal

myself to the pimpel.

Well, I should instruct her to return on

the daydream.

No.

Why not?

Because she's devilish hard to instruct.

How about she be such a tiger when her

mother is like a jelly?

Pretty chap. You can't go to Paris

dressed as a Percy.

Why not? I fancy it so brazen it might

just work. Anyhow, the guards will be

looking out for chaps disguises spice

peddlers and such nonsense. Py, I fear

for your sanity.

Besides, they have the poopar now.

Perhaps the guards have been given a

holiday.

Heat.

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Heat.

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Come out

for another way to be committed. public

safety. It's a secret mission from the

British government. Can I see your

official papers, please? That's the

whole point. It's a secret mission.

There are no papers. Just these.

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Get down.

Hurry up. Citizen Road is expecting us.

Get down.

Come on. Stay calm,

child.

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Damn it.

Do forgive me.

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Get out of my way.

I'm so sorry.

Please let me help you. If you permit

me,

assemble the lead. For the love of God,

find that woman behind. Run man. Put

these in. You fool. The musket is empty.

My back.

Susan Rose, may I present a scarlet

pimpel?

Another one.

Did he refer to me as the pimpel? Oh, I

see it.

Do not be fooled by appearances. This is

a dangerous and desperate man.

Oh, certainly desperate. The carriage

journey has danced a mini wet with my

intestines. Would you have a closet?

Shut up.

If we took this buffoon to the

guillotine, the mob would have us up

there with him in a tric.

The guillotine? Oh, please. I shouldn't

like that. I shouldn't like that at all.

He's not what he seems. At least allow

me to question him further.

Citizen, are you mad? Is there anyone

you wouldn't try to pass off to me as

the pimpanel in order to save your neck?

We have a signed confession from Lord

Sydney accepting that he is the

pimpanel. The crowd has seen his face

and await his execution on Friday.

Oh, I say poor Sydney. But imagine that

young lad snatching all those people

from underneath your noses by the

thousands for years. We have po like

Sydney.

If you think Sydney's too young to die,

perhaps you would allow yourself to be

put in hisstead.

Choose to go to the guillotine for

somebody else. Your citizen friend is

right. You are mad. Cut the little

blight's head off. There's nothing in it

anyway.

What are you doing here?

I sir, having heard about the peace and

consiliation, I thought I'd come and

restock my wine celler, visit my

favorite. Season in London is so

tragically dull. It's all sepia browns

and hues of mullet and mulberry.

Enough. I know this man.

is Sir Percy Blakey, a friend of the

Prince of Wales and known throughout

Europe as a thop and a dandy.

My apologies, Sir Percy, my stupid left

tenant has made an error for which I am

very sorry. Please forgive us. Now,

Citizen Libac, I have an appointment at

the Jacabin Club within an hour. So,

kindly show Sir Percy.

I'll be watching you. I do so love an

audience.

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The

traitorous swine.

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What is it?

Nana.

Baby. Baby.

Come on. We must go inside quickly.

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And obviously we need to get the young

puppy out from Laful with two or three

times the usual number of guards.

They've been taking on five or more

extra men a day. It's as if

as if they've been waiting for you.

Do you have any league members in there

among their guards?

I'm sorry, Percy. We should have. But

it's not been easy. The league is

Nasaka's really sucked at their will.

They're scared. Percy,

I understand.

We'll just have

a William.

Nice of you to pop in.

Take it from me, child. Don't throw your

life away for the sake of a man.

Don't interfere, nanny. You don't

understand. We were dead. He saved us.

And now he's in trouble. I could do

nothing but help him.

But you don't understand.

Enough, nanny. I'm not doing anything

dangerous. Just getting information.

You promise? Nothing dangerous.

I promise.

Very well. But don't ask me to cut your

hair. We'll put it under a hat. And I

have the very one.

Jesus.

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Don't do that.

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Where are they? Where have they all

gone?

Are they all dead? Let

us say that none of them are as tall as

they once were.

The children too.

Children first, parents watching,

so that they can understand what it was

like as we watched our children die of

hunger in front of us.

powerless to help. Manicalled by

poverty, class,

an accident of birth.

Some more company for you.

Hey, I said I want every man awake and

alert every minute of the day and night.

Where are those extra men that I asked

for?

We're taking them on as fast as we can.

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So, you want to join the army boy? Mhm.

Yes.

You'll be doing 8hour watches, one on,

one off,

one day off every two weeks, two levers

a week, two loaves of bread, and half a

liter of wine a day. Do you understand?

Yes, Sergeant.

Any experience of guard work?

Yeah, I was at Chateau Bida several

months.

Not a great accommodation since all the

prisoners escaped.

Not while I was on duty.

And you are familiar with both pistol

and sword?

Familiar with pistol and sword?

But not

with a razor.

I am but 17.

Remove your hat when you're addressing

an officer.

I think perhaps I'm not suited.

Remove your hat.

Who are you?

She is Claudet.

I am. And who are you?

Me?

Well, I am nobody. Your lady ship.

My my better and better.

Lock her up.

Come on, you.

And find her something more suitable to

wear to meet citizen roads.

Move.

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There must be a way.

Every problem has a key.

They've got the girl, Claudette.

What? They were talking in the bakery

this morning. Apparently, she just

walked into a force trying to get taken

on as a guard.

Stupid girl.

She's due in the pale deis in an hour.

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Heat.

Heat.

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Heat up

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here.

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Let go.

Let go. You

silence. I will deal with this.

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My sister, she hates the aristocrats.

Don't worry about it. Don't tell me what

to worry about.

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One imprudent move from you and your

prospects of fatherhood will be blasted

to Bordeaux.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Nothing. Oh, come on then.

Turn around very slowly.

Feel that.

Good. Now stand still. Slightest

movement. I fire. Understood.

Will you come on?

And you float.

What?

What?

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Drunk boy.

No. A man with a white face.

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I was her wet nurse.

She is the best and bravest child who

ever walked this earth.

She does not.

Don't be afraid, sister. You're amongst

friends.

We know Claudette.

You say you were her nurse, her nanny,

and that you lived with the Baron and

Baronessa Bidoir.

I've said too much.

Forgive our appearance. It's not idle

fancy, I assure you. Our lives are not

worth a sue in the city.

We

are members of the League of Pimpanel.

Madame,

you are a great man.

I have a great cause.

Not least in helping me save Claudette.

If we only knew how

what? What? Madame, you must trust us.

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She is not the child of the Brits.

That does not surprise me.

I have more that will.

She is my child.

My mother worked for the baron.

They agreed to take her as theirs.

You cannot perhaps know what it is like

to let your child go.

But they took me on as wet nurse.

From a place of despair, I found myself

in paradise.

They were kind. My child flourished and

became a lady. A little wild perhaps,

but a fine lady nonetheless.

And the father,

oh, ambitious,

strong-minded.

He seemed the very embodiment of this

country's salvation.

I could not let my petty concerns hold

him back. We were both so young.

So I slipped away and never told him

there was a child.

Oh my.

He became a brilliant lawyer in the town

nearby in harass.

So honest was he they called him the

incorruptible.

Ropes spear.

But power corrupted him soon enough. I

cannot recognize him as the man I loved.

Claudette is the daughter of Robear.

She does not know. Indeed, she must

never know. I must have your word.

And you have it, madame.

We have our key.

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I came to rescue the scarlet pimper. I

owe him my life.

Then I shall help you settle that debt.

On Friday, you and Lord Sydney will be

united with the blessing of Monsu

Gillotine.

Two more spoiled children choking to

death on their silver spoons.

My parents helped pay for your

education.

Nonsense. Your parents gorged themselves

in their ivory tower while the people of

Ara starved in the street.

They were fair. They helped the poor,

the hungry, the needy.

Your parents had shoes for every hour of

every day of every week while the rest

of us went barefoot.

I suppose it is at present your

privilege to write history how you will.

But a time will come when your story

will be confined to a small, dark,

shameful chapter in the annals of our

betrayed people.

Such a talentful words

and so few breaths left on which to form

them.

I have more important things to concern

me than the lives of a few puffed up

parasites. Take her to the court.

Liver sac.

I'm strangely content. We have a

spectacle for the people. I've decided

to hold the executions at Leon lead.

Both the girl and Lord Sydney as the

pimpanel

people of Paris will have a double

header.

Somebody has to run this country and

confront the realities of life.

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Well, madam, can you save the Scarlet

Pimpanel now?

My faith in him will not be shaken by

the likes of you or that monster, your

master. So, your encounter with Citizen

Robier did not impress you, my lady.

Never mind.

You'll have plenty of time to defend

yourself in court before your execution.

Who the devil are you?

Pastries, hell, sir.

Pastries? I never ordered any pastries.

Susan Rose here, sir. Victoria, sweet

tooth.

Very well. Let him through.

Hurry up.

Do not fear. The hell is at hand?

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Delicious pastries.

Help us out. Thank you.

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You let him in.

Go away. I'm very busy.

What a sound.

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Excuse me, citizen. This man said he had

some pastries for you.

I can see that. Leave us.

Who are you? A humble wayside flower and

a galas aventis. A cure for distemper

and a purgative tending to promote a

looseness of the boughels. Pimpanel.

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The real one.

Committee of Public Safety. Not wholly

successful, citizen. Most of the public

are particularly unsafe. Dead even

your masterly dire tribe. Principles of

political morality. I've read it. It's

hilarious. To be lectured on morality by

the devil.

What do you want?

Your blood. Not to take it, but to spare

it.

Many years ago, when you were young and

partly briefly human and indulging in

what I take to be a fleeting flirtation

with those of the opposite sex, you knew

a woman, Martha Delier.

What fever drove her into the arms of an

arachnid such as you, one can only

imagine in the darkest of dreams. But

that unfortunate union bore fruit.

What a girl taken in by a kindly and

barren couple who lived nearby.

That child took the name of her new

parents. She became known as Claudet de

Bridoir. The child whose head you so

eagerly intend to remove.

This is ridiculous. I don't believe you.

Your loss, not mine.

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Gods. Gods. What is it, citizen?

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Nothing.

Nothing. Go away.

Escaping

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from legal custody,

conspiracy to affect the escape of

others,

treason

and treasury

showing you to be an enemy of the state.

I do not acknowledge this court. You are

a mother of murderers.

An enemy of the revolution.

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She is the daughter of Rob.

What?

Yes,

you

and your kind have the blood of

generations on your hands.

Your greed and rapaceiousness

has stolen the bread

from the mouths of babes.

Bodies racked with disease and hunger

cried out in anguish. And you feasted on

their pain.

You paid him.

I spawn of deaths and I demand your

blood in payment of your debt to the

nation.

I demand death.

I will speak on her behalf.

Citizens, my god, you're right. This is

a court of law.

Justice must be done and seen to be

done.

Young woman, how old?

I spit on your soul to mock, to pretend

to defend when in truth you slav for my

death.

Cooperate for the love of God.

I thought that you'd abolished God.

Now is the time to move. We have him.

I can save you, but I need your help.

I have said to you before,

our revolution is worthless if all it

offers is butchery and terror.

We must replace tyranny with justice.

You've also said, citizen robes, in your

principles of political morality,

without terror,

virtue is impotent. Yes.

Do I not say in that same paper, it is

better to spare the lives of a hundred

guilty people than to sacrifice one

innocent? You have also said, "Let him

beware who suffers the dangerous

intrigger to escape. She is the spawn of

the oppressor."

Her death

will purify our revolution.

Read the next passage.

Be merciful to innocents. Pardon the

unfortunate. Show compassion.

She is neither innocent nor unfortunate.

Her fat parents

children cannot be blamed for the crimes

of their parents.

We are all the children of France. Must

we all be prosecuted for the crimes that

went before?

The spring of government during

revolution is virtue combined with

terror. She needs only to condemn the

ways of her parents to be forgiven,

conquered by terror the enemies of

liberty.

Do you condemn the corruption of the

royalists?

Please.

I condemn you all.

My parents are good, blameless people.

You're all mad. Your revolution is a

crime against humanity.

Death to all abusers of liberty and

revolution. By her own words, she is

condemned.

Take her away.

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She needs to be going.

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Okay.

What? Who are you?

I told you so.

What?

You

messac

the immigrate. He attacked me when I

tried.

When you became intoxicated with the

unfamiliar liquor of sentiment, my

friend,

Claudette, the girl, where is she?

She's on the dark and slippery path to

death. like so many thousands before her

who found themselves in your hands.

Lost and found

lost again.

Not necessarily.

Listen,

I have a plan.

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What the?

No time for chatter here. Put these on.

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catch. But I can't find

You need to find the girl.

The Which girl?

Claudette.

Claudette.

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[ __ ] is here?

Yes. Why? She came to rescue you.

Oh, my dear sweet love.

Come on. Where is she? Which cell is she

in?

Look out.

I see. Stay here.

But where are you going?

Which cell is the guardian?

Last one on the left.

Give me the keys.

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City is what I need.

Where is she? That way.

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Deal with them. Me. Do it. Hung Godard.

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I say that was easy.

Leave him.

This way. Come on. If your prisoners

want us quieten them up, they will give

me France as well. He stayed loyal to

me.

What the

what the devil is going on?

Where is Sydney?

Citizen, we've been massacred by the

Pimpanel.

What? What are you grinning at, you

idiot? Are you mad?

We were ordered by by Citizen Rob to

allow the Pimpanel to pass unhindered.

What?

A matter of supreme national importance,

he said.

Shut up. There's been a mistake. I want

them captured or killed. And which way

did they go?

To the girl.

Come on. Follow me.

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Which one is it for heaven's sake?

My Lord Sydney,

I never doubted you would come.

My love, it is you at last. What could

have possessed you to come here?

But your Lord Sydney, who are you?

Oh my lord.

I will deal with them.

No, you fool. Lord, help me. Created a

monster.

Come

here for real.

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must go. Come on.

No, I must not leave. Claudette, you're

no use to her dad.

Be that as it may, I must go. Keep your

courage. I'll come again.

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Found him. found his devil's heart.

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Well, I may have lost the Joker, but I

still hold the aces.

I'm sorry, s

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Careful idiot. Very sorry.

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Martha,

it's been a long time. Maxim

We're leaving.

Yes.

And I had hoped to take my daughter with

me. Claudette.

Claudette de Breidto is our daughter.

Yes. A fine daughter. One you should be

proud of.

Yes. Yes indeed.

I have thought

I've thought of many things lately.

Thoughts that a dedicated servant of the

people should not have.

It frightened me how

easily, even how attractively different

my life might have been with a wife and

child.

You should not fear your feelings.

I have feelings. Only feelings for

France, for the republic, for the

people.

I am the people.

I pity you, Maxim.

You could have been a good man.

I should pity your daughter.

I'm afraid the attempt to release her

tonight has failed.

No.

Tomorrow she is to be executed alongside

the pimpanel

who the people of Paris believe to be

the pimpaneler.

You failed her in court. Maxim,

you cannot fail her now.

You may have her.

Tell your friend the pimper now that he

may save Claudette. I will hold back the

guards until she has made her escape.

But he must leave Lord Sydney to his

fate.

Tell him.

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Good evening, citizen.

Citizen,

do you not find the seat too large?

A surprisingly good fit, citizen.

Perhaps you shall have it one day when I

have tired of it.

Are you not finding yourself somewhat

uncomfortable already?

I was not the only one surprised by your

weakness in the courtroom yesterday,

but I was certainly one of the few who

knew the cause of your discomfort.

The girl is your child.

There is not a woman, be she weak or

strong, rich or poor, bla or putrid with

corruption, who's not a daughter of the

revolution and a child of my citizen.

I have the girl, I have Lord Sydney,

and I can expose you.

No, your fancible theories of her

parentage are too ridiculous for anyone

to take seriously.

The wet nurse is on her way to England,

and nobody else can testify to anything.

And how do you hope to explain your

attempt at her liberation?

The girl had agreed to spy for me in the

English court. To be of value, it had to

appear she had escaped. I contracted a

man to pretend to be the Pimp Panel and

rescue her. But you made a mess of it

all.

Ridiculous. less ridiculous than

suggesting she is my daughter,

particularly when I shall be expediting

her execution tomorrow and attending in

person and not flinching for a moment

when she is cut in two.

And she will be executed as will Lord

Sydney.

You tend to laugh in the face of your

own destruction.

I will bring your daughter before the

Committee of Public Safety and expose

your attempt on her freedom.

I have your fate in my hands.

No, I have your fate in mine.

Understand me, little one. You're not

even an acorn to my oak. You're but a

small branch growing in the shade of my

greatness.

Should you try to cut me down, you will

fall with me. In the eyes of the

committee, my failures are your

failures. Should they remove me, they

will not put you in my place.

But if I should prosper and choose my

moment to retire from the glare, you

shall certainly step into the vacuum I

leave behind me.

I shall see to that.

Do we understand each other?

Good.

I offer you a share in a great day for

us, for France.

Tomorrow, the death of the Pimpanel will

mean that every man and woman in France

will praise our names.

We will have turned a corner, the battle

won, and the flame of opposition will

stutter and fail.

I shall announce you as my deputy and

appointed successor.

Do we understand each other?

And the girl,

she will die too.

Of course.

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My lord Sydney,

is that you?

My lord.

Yes,

it is I.

I'm sorry, Claudette.

I tried to tell you I'm not the

pimpanel.

I didn't have the strength. Sh.

It doesn't matter.

No,

I suppose nothing matters anymore.

The manner of our death matters. We must

be brave. You must be brave.

Today you will die as the pimple and you

must show not a shadow of fear. Robes

Beier and his scum will stand in awe

when they see the metal of those that

oppose them.

Will you be brave?

I will try, my love.

Good man.

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I will see you on the scaffold and you

will be the pimpanel and you will be my

love.

Yes, my lady.

I won't let you down.

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I had no idea I was so confoundedly

unpopular.

Which are the rosettes?

These especially prime. Excellent. Now,

we have three league members in the

square at this end and another 10 by the

entrance. How do we tell each other

apart? They're like us. Tramps and

beggars. Ah, lowers the tone

considerably. Executions are not what

they once were. Now to business. On my

signal, we surround the card as it

enters the yard, armed and facing

outwards. Understood. A ring of steel.

Good. I still think we should just save

the girl. The moment we make a move

towards Sydney, if Ropes releases the

god, we're caught like rats in a trap. I

cannot. And there's the monster himself.

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This is madness. If they close the

gates, we're dead. Robes has a daughter

and a reputation. We are both prisoners

to our emotions. Besides, if I did

nothing and the world came to know it,

what of my name then? It's folly to be

ruled by emotion in such a dangerous

time. How might one separate one's life

from one's emotions? by dying.

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He is here. Give my instructions to the

guards.

Tell me where is Citizen Libertus?

I know citizen.

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Thank you.

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I said for the men to stay in here.

Nobody moves till I give the word. Do

you understand?

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Now surely the name is safe.

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He carries himself well.

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Something's wrong.

Where's Cordet? Why are there two

carriages? Why have they separated them?

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My love, it is an honor to die with you.

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Where are you?

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Where are you? People suckers made

before. Save the boy.

Condition.

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Citizens,

citizens,

citizens of Paris.

Today, in honor of our glorious

revolution,

we execute the arch villain,

the pivotal

citizens.

It is not robes bear you need to thank

but others.

Others who have worked tirelessly for

your happiness.

Others who have not put their selfish

interest above those of the republic.

This man

is a traitor, an impostor.

And this girl,

this girl is

do so hate long speeches.

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Until the next time.

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What's going on?

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Take the range off.

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No time for that now. Go.

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Heat. Heat.

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Goat.

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The door jammed, Citizen Rose.

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And by the time the guards reached the

street, we were halfway to the coast.

What a dazzle.

Well done.

And uh so my lord, are you now revealed

to us as the pimpanel?

No, your highness. only one proud to

know him and proud as still to call him

my friend. But

what of the duel?

Ah, well, I I feel my sword has better

things to do than blunt its blade. Blunt

its blade.

Skinning rabbits.

So Percy and I are worlds apart. He may

go his way, and I shall go mine. Bravo.

Well said.

Now, my dear, when you arrive,

my

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happy in your work.

Oh yes,

I do understand. But sometimes it would

be nice to take the credit. That was

credit enough to have spotted that those

two were ideal for each other and to

have brought them together.

What

be did you really think that I had

designs on the child? I thought her

beautiful but more than anything she

reminded me of a time in my life many

years ago and I devoutly wish that they

too could fly in the way that Margarit

and I had.

Why is it friend that even joy cuts

through my heart like a knife?

It's called grief, Percy, and the only

cure is cards and clarret.

Or confounding friendships, or jumping

off high walls into hay carts, or you

fine hunter of 18 hands, or teaching

one's child to war.

Yes, but not women.

No,

women

are a vexation.

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Right. Drive on, coach.

Heat.

Heat.

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Heat.

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Heat.

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