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I love you. Don't leave me. Don't leave me. James!

My world is finished.

Janine!

Go. You're much too young for this sort of thing.

- But, Mother... - Be quiet. Do as you're told.

Marie.

You shouldn't shut yourself up in there all alone.

Why don't you share my caravan?

You're very kind, Rodolfo,

but I've got to face this by myself.

More.

I told you to stay away from that window.

- Was she your sister? - No.

She was my partner.

Are you French?

English.

I'm Irish.

I was born in Dublin.

In the central prison.

I had to obey and I did.

Blew it all up,

the bridge, the soldiers,

and my father.

They always wind up like that.

- I'm afraid it runs in the family. - Runs in the family?

You see this?

My people have been fighting the English for a very long time.

My great-grandfather died at Waterloo.

But he was on the French side.

His three sons were shot for treason by the English

in front of the cathedral at Cork.

My mother was French.

She died two years after I was born, in Glasgow,

in the year they sank the Livingstone with my Uncle Mike.

Remember?

If they'd waited 10 minutes, they could've got the Prince of Wales, too.

The Prince of Wales.

His beard smelled of eau de cologne.

- He is a friend of yours? - No.

In Paris, he once came backstage, walked right up to me and he gave me a kiss.

I was already a star and only 15.

Look.

That's when I tried drama.

I did all the classics.

Molière, Hervieu, Sardou.

Now I just sing.

Nothing's like music hall.

It's the greatest training you can get.

- Is acting an interesting life? - Of course, it's the best.

If you like to travel.

Music hall is beautiful.

You don't happen to dance?

Did you ever try to sing?

A little, in the choir.

One day, I tried to use powder.

Papa caught me and slapped me on both cheeks.

No more powder.

We use lots of makeup.

Kills stage fright.

If you paint it on thick enough, you don't feel scared.

- Scared of what? - All those people out there.

The men who stare.

Well, I'm not afraid of men. You'll see.

Do you know any?

I guess not.

We're looking for a terrorist.

A young chap. Haven't seen anybody, have you?

INTERNATIONAL MAGICIANS

Don't wake her up.

What's happening?

Relax. We've left the British Empire behind.

- Who is that girl? - Who is that Englishman?

Rodolfo, come here and meet my new partner.

Oh, that's right. I don't even know your name.

- Marie Fitzgerald O'Malley. - Marie?

Mary?

I'm not Mary. Marie.

That's splendid.

LADIES - GENTLEMEN

You could try a little harder.

Help me!

My God, they are so vulgar.

What's the house like tonight?

Oh, as usual.

They're not too bad. Could be worse.

Go on, once more.

- Two minutes, girls. - Already?

- Darn! - What is it?

I can't remember how it begins.

"We sang of the sweetness of the tropics.

"We sang of Venice and its gondolas.

"We sang of the British grass.

"But there is nothing like Paris."

- You all right? - Guess so.

It's such a stupid song.

- I have a problem. - Shut up and sing.

- What'll I do now? - Well, do the same thing.

This will revolutionize show business.

If Papa could see me now.

Go get some clothes on, I'll take you to the ball.

I don't know how to dance, I'm sorry.

I'd like a drink.

So that's liquor?

I like it.

You little scamp.

But, Mother, I'm 17 and a half.

Drunk at your age. You've plenty of time for that later.

What is Rodolfo doing?

He's inventing the perfect weapon, a gun with a crooking barrel

so he can shoot around corners.

It's an obsession.

What a pity.

He's kind of nice for an Englishman.

Werther, it's our waltz.

Ja, our waltz.

What did he say?

He spoke to me of love.

I might've known.

I'm not sure what love is.

But I'm dying to be educated.

Love is marvelous.

Look at Madame Diogène.

Werther, I feel like I'm floating on air.

Pleasant dreams.

Aren't you girls going to bed?

Listen, one month ago in Porto Visto,

Janine, poor Janine,

showed me a man standing on a balcony

who was devouring my every move.

He was Spanish, but he acted French.

At my curtain call, he tore the flower from his IapeI,

threw it at my feet, then left without a word.

You'll never believe it,

but this went on after every performance for one whole week.

- Was he handsome? - In a way.

He was more distinguished.

All man.

Hard to resist.

So the last night, I picked up his flower and threw it back to him.

He understood.

He took me to supper. He was very correct and gallant in all things.

A little awkward.

Go on.

We had to leave by the next morning at dawn.

When I left, he was still asleep.

- I didn't even wake him. - Why didn't you stay with him?

I hardly knew him. Are you mad?

That's how it is. That's show business.

Here today, gone tomorrow.

Still, if I ever do meet the man of my life,

I'm sure I'll know him at first sight.

What do you take me for?

Marie isn't back yet.

Good morning.

I'm bushed.

You were right.

Love is too marvelous for words.

THE NAKED MARIAS

Make no mistake, this stripping onstage

doesn't help this wardrobe.

It's incredible.

The fashions have changed again in Paris.

- You don't care, do you? - Not a whit.

I suppose you're right at that.

You are quite happy as you are?

Quite happy. You're not?

Me, happy? I don't know.

Do you understand? I'm bored.

You can't call these rubes a real public.

Country bumpkins.

What's the matter?

You're getting homesick?

The brutes.

Forgive me, please. I had to do something.

Ladies, what an unexpected pleasure.

And what unexpected marksmanship.

Welcome, Señor Florès.

Do we know each other?

My name is Florès.

I spoke to you one night.

When? Where?

Doesn't matter. It meant nothing to you.

All around me, I could see only misery,

injustice, and brutality.

And so I left my village.

I rode though the countryside.

I spoke to the villagers, and they listened.

Some of them joined me.

We had but a few weapons among us.

Most of them were captured or killed.

For two months, I have been running from Rodriguez.

With a price on my head, I know what to expect.

But what's it all for?

The revolution.

Well, what are you going to do with us?

Señor Rodriguez will decide.

Tomorrow, he will let you know.

Sleep, now. The sandman has passed.

You still smoking?

You're wasting your time with 12-caliber.

The casing's too short.

Try upping it to 30. You'll increase your range.

Rodriguez!

They took both girls away.

What for?

With a man like Rodriguez, we must expect anything.

Oh, it's the new Vickers.

Not quite, Mademoiselle.

It's the Skyton-Babbit, 1907.

The latest model.

I see that you are interested in guns.

Enough to be able to shoot my men.

Do you know who you are dealing with?

I have electricity.

I am the only one within a radius of 50 miles.

Look.

Good.

I'm not a brute.

I am very modern.

I love art,

especially the School of Paris.

My little Parisians.

Now I'll teach you a little game.

That music...

The Lady in White.

That means they are going to die,

but before they die...

Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,

and may everlasting light shine upon them.

Ah, you have certainly messed that up, my son.

Look out!

I'm going to die. Take me back to my village.

What are we going to do when we do get to the other side?

We told you already.

We are going to take Florès home.

For the moment, we've two objectives,

to give Rodriguez and his men the slip,

and to keep ourselves fed.

Shit! Notre Dame!

- You'll be home in a few hours. - Maria...

No, don't speak.

- Maria, I am dying. - Don't say that, please.

No, listen to me, Maria.

Continue with my cause when I'm dead.

- Swear to me you'll go on fighting. - Fighting, me?

- Florès, how could I? - Go on, swear.

Yes.

I swear.

I swear it.

There it is.

Hurry. Quick.

The doctor is not home.

- They have all gone. - That is strange.

The village is completely deserted.

Rodolfo!

He's getting worse. What can we do?

Well, there are your villagers.

He has a family here. He will speak to them.

Mama.

Dolores.

What are you doing here, Domingo?

Did you come to see your wife?

Your mother?

Your children?

Or did you forget that you left them here,

without remorse,

to follow your hero Florès

like a dog, loyal and stupid.

Get out!

Get out and do not come back.

All of you.

There is no place for you here.

All of you followed Florès

down the path of crime and rebellion.

Now go back to him,

wherever he is hiding,

and tell him never to return again.

Florès was alive.

I loved him.

Florès is dead.

I mourn him.

I am not here to avenge one man

but to bring a nation justice.

What is she up to?

Is she acting?

Florès is dead.

His last noble thoughts were for you.

These will I now undertake

to faithfully transmit.

Yet what do I see?

A flock of lowly sheep

who cringe and dare not raise their heads.

"O, judgment!

"Thou art fled to brutish beasts,

"and men have lost their reason."

Shakespeare, Julius Caesar.

Act 3, Scene 2.

Are you not exploited, degraded, whipped?

Yet you say, "Thank you,"

and you bow to your oppressors.

Rise

and freedom will answer you.

Stand up and let the mountains ring with your anger.

Always hate, hate and more hate.

You speak like Florès. You will end like him.

Is there any man here so base that he is willingly a slave?

Let that man now speak,

for I have offended him.

I'm waiting for an answer.

She was very good.

Congratulations.

Quite a show.

Everybody thought you were sublime.

Madame Diogène was about to cry.

All I felt for you was shame.

I've done as Florès requested.

Don't you dare speak of Florès.

So what do you expect to do?

I have sworn to carry on the revolution.

The revolution?

You're a fool.

Perhaps.

And how? With who?

With them.

They don't know the first thing about revolution, and neither do you!

I've already given my word.

Well, don't count on me.

Give me your lighter.

She doesn't have a chance.

Climb up there and cover me.

Don't move! Stay where you are.

Shoot anything that moves.

You, keep cover. I'll take care of this.

Thank you, Marie.

The pleasure was all mine.

Well, it looks to me like we got ourselves into a revolution.

What did you say? It's a revolution?

It is now.

Take me to the Father Superior.

The Father Superior.

- What happened, my son? - Maria.

Maria?

No. Maria and Maria. Two.

- The revolution. - Two?

The revolution?

Led by two women?

"To arms, citizens! Form your battalions!

"March on! March on! May their impure blood water our fields!"

This is our infirmary.

We have no intention of attacking the United States.

On the contrary, we respect your liberal and modern country.

However, your government has to realize

that here we are still in the Middle Ages.

Are you aware that all the land in San Miguel

- still belongs to 14 families? - Then you are against private property?

"Property is theft!"

We won't leave this country until the dictatorship has been overthrown.

Our army.

Sit over there, please.

The viaduct at Barbarens. Interesting.

And then what?

I also blew up the prison in Palmares,

the Carlos V Bridge,

the Chicacao Cathedral,

the mines at Totonicapan.

Our objective is now the capital.

They have blown up my statue.

Send out our special armored train.

The Peace Maker?

Yes.

THE PEACE MAKER

What?

You're a fool.

All is not lost. They won't get through.

THE LIBERATOR

THE LADIES OF PARIS

Now they're performing miracles.

Sacrilege!

Sacrilege!

Padre, what'll I do now?

This affair no longer concerns you.

Leave it to me.

It's a message from Pablo.

He will meet us up north, with 600 guns.

And if all goes well,

tomorrow, at the break of dawn, we will attack San Miguel together.

- What do you want, Padre? - Take me to Maria and Maria.

We're alone, as you requested.

- What do you want? - We know who you are.

- You are... - I'm the servant of the Lord.

But you,

you scorn our sacred rites.

Peasants raised shrines in your honor.

They kneel before you.

- It's revolution they praise. - No.

It's chaos

and violence

and scandal.

Put your cards on the table. What do you want?

My task is difficult.

Who knows? God may be on your side.

- Do you doubt it? - No man is ever sure.

He sometimes appears to us

where we least expect it.

We'll bring down San Miguel tomorrow, whatever the cost.

Is that so?

Help us to see the light, oh, Lord, lest we err.

Padre, what exactly are you getting at?

Reach for heaven, my daughters.

We must warn Pablo.

We do not wish to harm you.

If you'll just sign this confession, in which you recognize your errors,

we will post it on all the churches

and order will be restored.

- But then you must leave the country. - No! No! No!

Pablo, they have been taken prisoner. We must attack.

Come on, come on! Hurry, my children.

Hurry, quickly.

Oh, I am sorry.

Nobody has used any of this equipment in ages.

Go shoot those two women at once.

No. I protest.

They're the property of the church.

Now we'll see if it works.

SAN MIGUEL NATIONAL BANK

Take cover, men!

Are you afraid?

A little, yes.

Ready.

- Goodbye, Marie. - Farewell, Marie.

Aim.

Fire!

Are you dead?

No, you?

I'll kill you myself.

So sorry, girls.

We were almost too late.

We've done it.

Florès is avenged. Satisfied now?

I just feel tired.

I'm happy.

So happy.

Ah, women.