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Melancholic music

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Melancholic music

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Dramatic and melancholy music

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-In that year,

the banks of Newfoundland had known

Almost 3 months without seeing further

Despite these bells of mist,

a schooner sometimes got lost

and handed over to God and the devil

Dramatic and melancholy music

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A sailor coughs.

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-Oh !

Oh !

-Get to work, for God’s sake! Okay, at your posts!

What boat are you from?

-Schooner Fernande.

-We've been lost for 4 days.

I'm Louis Ollivier. He is Neel Auguste.

-Board.

Oppressive music

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-Louis! Louis!

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-The statement of authentic facts

rests at the registry

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Sailors' laughter

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hubbub and laughter

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-Hop! Hop! Hop! Hop! Hop! Hop!

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Fat, I tell you. Father Coupard is a fatty!

-Fat !

This is what we will see.

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-Fat, I tell you! It's a fatty!

-Not greasy! Not skinny, but not fat!

-Fat !

Louis and Neel laugh.

Shh!

Croaks

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They laugh.

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-You can see that he's big.

They hit.

-Who is there?

They hit.

Louis and Neel laugh.

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Who is there?

Croaks

-Fat!

-Fat !

-Fat !

-Fat !

-Fat !

-Fat !

-Fat !

-Fat !

-Fat !

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Cannon shot

-Ready!

Neighing

Efforts

Hoist!

Efforts

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Neighing

- Hoist blocked!

Hubbub

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-Bring on!

-Take it slowly, there!

Neighing

Clink of pulley metal

-Be careful, push him!

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Neighing

Clink of pulley metal

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Hubbub

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-For as long as you've been waiting for it.

He is very handsome.

-He seems to like your hands.

You will have less time for me.

-Are you jealous?

-Of course I'm jealous.

-Oh, so much the better. It suits you well.

-Captain? We seized the murderers of the Isle of Dogs,

those who decided on Coupard.

Hello, Mrs. La.

-Where are they?

-On the pontoon, over there.

-How could they do this horror?

Are you going to put them in a cell?

-Why did they do that?

hubbub of the crowd

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Sad music

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Sad symphonic music

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-Neel Auguste, can you hear me?

-I hear.

-Say “Mr. President” and stand up to answer.

-Mr. President.

-Who had the idea to go to the Isle of Dogs? Is that you?

-Possible.

-It's more like me, since I'm staying there.

-Get up, Louis Ollivier. Speak louder.

We saw you at the Café du Nord. He was...

So, he was?

-Exactly, around 10 a.m.

Mr. President.

-Shh!

-You entered through the door at Coupard?

-No, Mr. President, he’s the one who came out.

-He must not have been reassured,

-He still had his knife.

No, stay standing. Coupard had

his knife in his hand?

-Is it up to Neel or me to answer?

-You, Louis Ollivier.

-Yes, he had it.

-What did you do?

-For what ?

Why behind him?

-To... To hold it, Mr. President.

-So, Louis Ollivier holds Coupard.

And you, Neel, were you in front?

Yes ? Were you afraid of his knife?

-No. I slapped his arm.

-Show us.

-Like that.

-The knife must have fallen.

Did you pick it up?

-Of course.

Why did you pick it up?

-You don't leave a knife on the ground.

Whispers

(-Ask him if he released him.)

-Louis, you released

who was unarmed?

-He released him afterwards.

-After...

stab wound.

-Here we are.

What stab?

-You know well, sir, the one which I... gave to Father Coupard.

-A single stab?

-I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know. I don't know anymore.

Dramatic music

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-Stand up, Neel Auguste.

You must stay standing!

Mrs. La laughs.

-What's his name?

-I don't know, he refuses to answer.

-You have to give it a name.

-Uh... Salted Cod.

He laughs.

-Very serious. Don't you like it?

-Yes, yes, a lot. Salted Cod is wonderful.

Laughter

Soft music

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You don't like this horse.

-You are wrong.

Please, I like him.

Whatever pleases you, pleases me.

That's how it is. You can't do anything about it.

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The 2 assassins, what are they risking?

-The worst.

-The guillotine?

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-Neel Auguste and Louis Ollivier,

if you want us to end this, tell us

why you tried

Why did you want to cut it out?

-To see if it was fat. Just to see if it was greasy.

-We wanted to see... if he was big or fat!

Big or fat!

Uproar in the audience

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-Deliberations!

Madame La hums.

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-That's it, they have judged the murderers!

Neel Auguste will be shortened

That's it, they have judged the murderers!

Neel Auguste will be shortened

Sad music

Coffee hubbub

Neel, we're going to cut off his head! For Louis Ollivier, prison!

-We are in a republic.

When someone kills, the Republic kills him.

-You volunteer to do executioner, Mr. Chief of Customs?

-Ah no, certainly not. Not me.

Sad music

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The door slams.

Pounding of footsteps

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-Come on!

Whip

Open the door.

Horse hooves

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Push yourself.

Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

Crackling of the cart wheels

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The stones collide.

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Crackling of the cart wheels

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Horse neighing

Little cries from Neel and Louis

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Neighing of horses

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-Ho! Ho! Ho!

Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!

Smash

Sad music

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-Louis?

Louis?

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Louis? Louis?

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Too bad it's not me.

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Madame La hums.

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The portal opens.

Sad music

-Oh!

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Did you see?

-What ?

-It is best hidden in the dark.

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-Hmm...

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-I would like to cut off your head. But how?

We have neither scaffold nor executioner.

If we are unable to shorten this brute,

what will I look like?

-Excuse, governor,

but can't we bring a Widow and an executioner from Paris?

In Martinique, they...

-The Republic doesn't care of our cod islands. It will drag.

-If Paris wants justice, May they give us the means!

This Doctor Guillotin put us in trouble with his Widow.

Excuse me, but before, we were hanging, we shot, we quartered.

Now we need woods of justice, an executioner!

-Let's ask Paris anyway.

-But it will drag on! Request, response, letters take months!

It's not soon that the head of this brute will roll into the basket.

I don't want to be bothered in advice, the children.

-We'll bring a lamp, dad.

-It's true, we were in the dark. THANKS.

-Dad, we can go see the French boat?

-Go for it. But tell the sergeant to hitch up covered, it will rain.

-Thank you, Dad. We'll tell him.

-SO ? No appeal for clemency?

Either. But I warn you, it will be necessary to shorten,

one way or another.

I don't want to be seen as an idiot in the eyes of my administrators.

He sighs.

A little port, gentlemen?

It's raining.

Thunder

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-He looks at my plants.

How long will he stay there to wait for someone to kill him?

-I don't know.

As long as there is no guillotine, nor executioner.

-Do you like my new perfume?

-So he can wait months, years.

-Centuries.

-There is no guillotine, that they let him go.

-You're right. Tomorrow I will open his cell and he can leave.

-I'm not kidding, Jean.

-Me neither.

The storm is brewing.

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Do I seem to be joking?

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The door opens.

She wants to talk to you.

My wife wants to talk to you.

But you don't have to. You don't have to.

Come on, she's waiting for you.

Dramatic music

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-Hello, sir.

Enter. Sit down.

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(Laughing)

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Uh... Pa... Talk among yourselves, I... I'm going to make some tea.

-My wife wants to ask you to do the garden.

Finally, to help her with the flowers.

If you don't like it, you say no.

But if you say yes,

Do you know anything about flowers?

-Let's not talk about it anymore,

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The teapot breaks.

-We won't have tea.

I... She slipped.

Uh... It's not up to you...

take poorly in the region.

Only boat masts grow there.

The climate is not...

In short.

Will you help me to make a garden in the yard?

A greenhouse, a very small greenhouse.

Do you... know what it is?

But that doesn't matter.

-I'll show you.

I didn't understand

whether you agree to help me or not.

-If.

-Is that yes?

-Well ?

-Yes.

-Oh, thank you! Oh, thank you really!

And you too, Jean, thank you!

Oh ! Uh... You... Do you want to eat something?

-No. No.

-You can go, then.

Ah! Uh...

You will have better food,

like I'm paying you.

Neither does the captain.

And if it works, the flowers, the greenhouse, all that,

you will have a lamp

We'll see.

Come on.

Bird calls

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Melancholic music

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-You're the cat!

Hubbub

You won't catch me!

She presses the keys.

-Oh ! Look! Look!

Admiring cries and applause

-Well done!

Logs from France!

Inaudible conversation

-Long live the governor!

Sorry, children.

-The captain commanding the detachment

will he one day deign to honor your Sundays with his martial presence?

-Wouldn't it rather be the captain, whose contraband you regret,

Mr. Head of Customs?

-Unfortunately, your head is not not promised to the Widow's ax.

And Mrs. La is not interested only in extreme cases.

Her husband, first and then, the assassin Neel Auguste.

-Unless it's the other way around.

-She strives to help her neighbor. And voluntarily!

-Still happy.

Fed and housed, should your assassin in addition touch for its enlargement?

Because in fact, it is one.

My murderer!

Dad, the commissioner of the navy has a tongue sharper than a mind.

He is the murderer of us all, alas!

-Allow!

-With nothing to decide,

the condemned will keep for a long time head to body.

My letter for a Widow and an executor is 3 months old.

It's winter there.

Decide for yourself,

if you feel like it.

-Why do we call her Mrs. La?

-So as not to call her Mrs. Captain.

Not in a country of sailors.

-Mme La... It's very good...

It's very clever... Madame La!

-Madame La!

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Why did Mrs. La leave the name of a great family...

for that of a soldier... in your opinion?

-Because she's in love, of course!

She is a woman with a warm heart who lets himself be guided by his passions.

-Hopefully his passions won't take her too far.

The wind is blowing.

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-I know you were drunk

the night you...

So you're going to show them to the Isle of Dogs how you are,

now that you don't drink anymore.

But you will need patience to make them understand.

Oh yes... It's not nothing to have killed a man,

for killing him like that.

- Get in there, I'll pull you out.

-No, thank you.

-Please.

-You are not a servant, Neel.

Your trust makes me very happy.

She is out of breath.

-Why are you doing this?

-Ms. La, why are you doing this?

-Because... we never stay the same, whatever we did.

Men can be bad one day and good the next day. They change.

And of that, I am sure.

Yes, I'm sure of it.

The wind is blowing.

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Good morning !

-GOOD MORNING !

-It comes to block the roof of the widow Malvilain.

-He really needs it.

And so does she.

They laugh.

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-While waiting for better,

let him bring back my sleigh.

Do you remember where my house is?

If you are interested in widows,

over here... you're not finished.

The women laugh.

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Neighing

-Why “Isle of Dogs”?

-Oh yes...

-It's true

that there are many widows here?

It's true that...

Well, Neel! Let's see,

Malvilain lives there.

-This way. Should go first at Coupard. This way!

-Open the door!

Push yourself.

Keep it warm.

Voices of children playing.

-I receive you

no fuss, my dear. This office is the best heated room.

Make yourself comfortable.

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-Would you like to taste of my Port wine?

A magnificent Portuguese wine, very warming.

How is your pretty wife?

She's not too bored,

in Saint-Pierre? So...

So, how is Madame La?

Taste, tell me what you think.

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Say it honestly, eh.

-Hmm... Not used to it.

People no longer have curiosity.

About... your wife. Are you aware?

-Certainly.

-So what? Do you find this normal?

-Let her be accompanied of a murderer.

For my part, you know, whether he runs away or not...

But imagine that the metropolis sends us

The Widow and the Executioner that we ask him

and there is no one left to shorten.

He sneers.

So there...

So please, for once...

displease your wife

-Let's leave my wife alone.

-You are head of the detachment,

but you also order the penitentiary.

-That's right.

I will lead the condemned to the Widow, when necessary.

Until then, I am solely responsible.

-Waiting for this good God of a Widow...

to keep the condemned at their disposal of justice and in good health,

I do it.

-Does his health need that he is in Madame La's skirts?

-My wife's petticoats only look at me.

Take care of yours. Finally, I mean, your wife's.

-Captain, you're pissing me off with your irreverence.

And it's not from yesterday. In Paris, I had been warned.

-Of what, governor?

-You know that very well. Let's not talk about it anymore.

I wanted to warn you

To be a murderer, we are no less men,

according to some.

And your wife is...

-My wife knows what she is doing.

The one who will disrespect him will have to kill me to save his life.

-So there... So there, obviously... you reassure me...

-Let's get to the subject of your summons, governor.

-Uh, well... That was it.

-Hello Mrs.

-Hello, Mrs. La.

-He's the condemned man.

He's coming to fix your roof.

-It's nice of you to think of us. Come in, with this cold.

-Come on, Neel.

Oh, no, no.

They are for you and for Émilie.

Do you want a cake, Emilie?

Hammer blows

Laughter

You are lucky

-You don't have children?

-Since he stopped drinking, this boy is exemplary.

-I know. He's not bad.

-You know him well.

Serious music

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-Are you finished?

-Yes.

-Have you lost your appetite? Is something tormenting you?

-Not hungry, that's all.

-However, in this cold...

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-Shit winter!

-If you don't like winter, that's for sure, you shouldn't come here.

-I didn't choose.

-And your wife? She tolerates better the cold, they say.

-Mind your soup, please. Gentlemen...

-Really weird, this guy.

-He's not a guy. He's a captain.

And weird, he always was, even in Paris.

Melancholic music

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-Ah well, you see... No more hammer.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Come on !

Efforts

Come on! No more hammer! No more hammer!

-No more hammer! No more hammer!

-No, no more hammer.

No, nothing more. No more hammer... no more Neel and no more mom.

Little laughs

-Wait. Stop, Neel.

-Leave quickly. I'm waiting outside.

Adventure music

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Neel is out of breath.

Neil?

If you... If... If you escaped, that would be terrible.

My husband would go to the scaffold in your place.

-There are no risks.

Melancholic music

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-Neel, why are you all I ask you?

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Efforts

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-HELLO, NEEL!

-Good morning !

-Hey, convict!

Aren't you locked up?

-I'm clearing.

Drop that shovel!

You're going to drop that, for God's sake!

Neighing

Your sword!

Now you're going to let go!

Come on, get out!

Cleared !

Horse gallop

The brigadier groaned.

-Go back to your work, Neel.

Are you acting on orders?

If so, tell them it could there be an accident, of which I would be

the unintentional responsible.

The captain is waiting for you at the Plantiers' house.

She invites you to eat.

-Once that's finished, I'll go.

Melancholic music

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The birds are chirping.

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-Do you think they can acclimatize?

-Yes.

-I don't know if... I never can.

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Thunderstorm

-The pa-na-che of the trees.

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-The pa-na-ché...

-Panache.

of... trees.

-Singing.

red-ssi...

...gnol.

-The char-man-te...

meadow.

-The...

char-man-te meadow-rie.

-Read this

for yourself, in silence.

No, alone, with only the eyes.

-The...

-The... The star...

-No, read for yourself.

-From...

-Winter. So.

Scold.

-Who...

Uh... Uh...

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Soft music

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Moans

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-I...I don't want you to take risks for me, Jean.

-And who else to take it for?

I don't want to.

-They can't do anything.

They can't do anything against me. I have a strength that they don't have.

-What strength?

What strength?

-That...

and then this...

And then this.

Moans

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Clink of chains

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Oppressive music

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Oppressive music and piano notes

Piano notes

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-Look how he devours her with his eyes, his captain.

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They don't waste their nights

I would give my husband some to cut.

-We don't have the chance to have a convict

to serve as a reviving rival to our spouses.

-In the absence of a convicted person, try the captain,

my dear.

-No, thank you. He would be able

to want to love only his wife.

-The first boat of spring brings us a message from France.

The motherland deigns

-So you should never

-And the executioner?

-Ah that... words and closed mouth.

There is no question of an executioner.

The Marie Galante will bring us

but nothing else.

-How so ? Where does this Widow come from?

-From Martinique. They hit one, young and dashing.

They send the old woman.

-Not the executor? They have one in Martinique.

-It cannot be borrowed. No captain wouldn't want one on board.

-So, we have to find an executioner here.

-Find him, this executioner who ignores himself,

that he reveals himself to himself.

I fear we will find person.

-Perfectly.

So much the better. There is no executioner among the people of St-Pierre.

-Madam,

do not spread your skirts in the smoking room.

They are already teasing a future shortcut.

-Oh !

-Be clearer, Commissioner. We misunderstood you.

-It's true. I didn't understand either.

-Isn't your smoker

our last refuge from the ladies? I quote you, governor.

-Don't put me a bad deal with the captain.

-You were talking about petticoats, I think.

-No way.

I was surprised by the irruption from Mrs... Mrs La in the smoking room.

Nothing more.

-Pff! Nothing more...

-When in doubt, I would appreciate an apology,

here, right away and out loud.

Let everyone hear.

-Gladly.

I present to you my deepest apologies,

madam, for what you believed

I didn't want to say.

-Come, Jean.

-You have just lost face.

For the rest, all you need is one word...

-Jean, come on.

-No, I...I would be delighted

No?

Too bad, then.

Another time perhaps.

If we can say...

-He doesn't even need to fuck us to make our husbands cuckold.

The women laugh.

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The birds are chirping.

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Hubbub

Screams of joy

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Efforts

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Soft music

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Dramatic music

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Efforts

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Hubbub

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Screams from the crowd

woman's cry

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Screams from the crowd

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woman's cry

Screams of joy from the crowd

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-Neel Auguste, you are an honorary member coffee from the North,

for your whole life, which will be long.

Screams of joy

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-Captain,

President Venot is there,

He wants to speak to you, my captain.

My captain?

-I heard.

Soft music

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-Captain, our illustrious convict achieved yet another feat.

He saved the Café du Nord from sinking.

What would become of Saint-Pierre without the café du Nord?

Okay... Let's take a few steps, if you want it.

The popularity of this Neel Auguste becomes worrying.

So, let's talk about it, eh?

I understand your embarrassment, you know.

You are the one in charge to ensure the execution of the condemned.

Between us, I would prefer, like you,

may this execution never take place.

The Neel Auguste is today too popular.

We condemned a criminal brute and we're going to shorten a benefactor.

Every Saint-Pierre household will want have him at his table on church days.

You'll have to cut it off. Paris demands it.

No... your wife has too much compassion. It's...

How will we look, the fateful day?

What do you plan to do with the condemned When will the Widow arrive?

So, captain?

-The condemned is available to the courts.

When you have the machine and the executor,

I will fulfill my obligations.

-And until then? Take care, our Republic is ticklish.

-THANKS. Thank you for warning me.

Here, this is your future shortcut who offers it to you.

Sir.

The board should be concerned of roadway maintenance. No ?

Dramatic and oppressive music

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-Emilie, you could eat alone,

-But no...

She laughs.

I like it.

-You will eat cold.

-You were surprised that I asked you to cut our flowers?

-Yes, but...

-But what?

-I suspected that it was for Jeanne-Marie.

-Jeanne-Marie, well, well!

She laughs.

Jeanne-Marie, it’s a form

Besides, you blush.

Soft music

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-If it's possible... Maybe Neel and I will get married.

Would be better

-Excuse me.

-You don't have to apologize, Neel.

Roll of drums

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-Notice to the population!

The governor's council requests,

to help enforce laws

that any adult and male,

having never been convicted in court

and who would like to take charge public executor,

with all the advantages

presents himself at the Government Palace.

-Tell us to see a little, you!

What is a public executor?

- Get information from the government.

-Isn't that about cutting off Neel's head?

-Possible. But I'm not supposed to know that.

Someone wants to take advantage

-They won't find anyone to cut off your head.

Nobody is capable of doing that.

-It's not very difficult to kill a man, you know.

-I know.

Hubbub

The drum announces that the council wants to hire the executioner on the island.

They want to pay someone from here.

-The bastards! To please Paris.

-Don't worry Neel, there is no executioner on the island.

Poor guys, but no executioner.

-Not so sure.

to cut his neck, when he will be attached to a board?

-Name of God! I would never do that.

-Don't think you're better than others.

There is no one here for this job.

-No one will want money from the executioner.

-He won't be able to return to France.

Sailors do not take executioners on board.

-The notice is posted everywhere.

A poster is torn off.

Dramatic and oppressive music

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-In the presence of God

and who will always be with you,

we will exchange your consents.

Ariel Neel Auguste,

do you want to take

here present, for wife?

-Yes.

Léontine Jeanne-Marie Malvilain.

-It's okay, I'm here.

-Would you like to take Ariel Neel Auguste, here present, for husband?

-Yes, Mr. priest.

-I declare to you

until death do you part.

Sobbing

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-But finally, Mr. priest, endorse a carnival wedding!

-Do not say that about a consecrated act.

The Malvillain was in sin.

-It's ridiculous. This convict will end up founding a business,

open sea lanes, what do I know!

Captain, were you right...

uh... were you right to establish this marriage?

-Yes.

Do you doubt it?

-How ? What right?

-We are overseas.

The condemned is militarily under my command.

Jeanne-Marie is French.

She demands recognition

recognizes this paternity.

I make this marriage effective

if you forgive me this unexpected play on words.

-There you go! My advice does not want

listen to my advice. By refusing the grace of Neel Auguste,

you will make a widow and an orphan.

Everything the captain does, he does it mainly to annoy us!

Oppressive music

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-What is it, Loïc?

(Out of breath)

a big ass is small.

It's... the Marie Galante .

He is out of breath.

She arrives from Martinique.

...

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It's broken.

The rudder is broken.

-Where is the captain?

-I'm coming.

Squeaking door

What's wrong with you?

He doesn't want him to go out this morning.

-He said to lock the door?

-No.

-What exactly did he say?

-Don't let Neel go out.

-Is this a specific order?

-Precise... No.

-So, don't be overzealous. Open.

-But he wanted...

-It is up to me to satisfy his desires, quartermaster.

Open this door! Leave us alone!

Oppressive music

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-Captain, Commander of the Marie Galante ask for help

to tow his boat.

I thought of your military launches.

-Do you refuse the competition of your detachment,

knowing that this boat carries antlers of justice?

-Indeed, I refuse it. Go tell your superiors.

-And help to sailors at sea?

Those of the Marie Galante

-If they are in a hurry, let them tow it by swimming.

-If they screw up the Widow, we will help them.

-Yes, let them throw it away!

-Come, come, come closer!

in his mother's womb

It didn't work for them in Martinique. And here they are with us!

We had no migrants for a long time.

They are welcome!

Come on !

A door opens and footsteps approach.

-Come, the council awaits you.

-Come closer. Come closer. Sit down.

Welcome, Mr. Chevassus.

Have you been convicted

in court?

-Uh... No, I don't think so.

have you been in prison in France or in Martinique?

Your word will be enough for us.

-No. Word of honor.

-GOOD. You need

-Yes.

-A well-paid job, easy to do,

which requires dignity and discretion.

-And useful to the Republic.

-Brief. Do you want to be an executioner?

The naval commissioner laughed.

has little time to devote to you. Weigh the question carefully.

Such a proposal will not be done to you twice.

-Your answer will depend the council's decision regarding you.

Or you are able to establish yourself honorably among us,

This is what we offer you.

Or you are than a simple asylum seeker.

And there, unless you have a sufficient nest egg,

it's... Do you have one?

Damage.

The head of customs will arbitrate your case.

-Without savings, no question.

-Do you know how to work with wood? Mr. Chevassus?

-Yes. Yes, a little.

-So much the better.

-I might as well say it straight away to Mr. Chevassus, the material advantages

attributed to the role of executioner... of public executor.

That he can make his choice knowingly.

So, free accommodation,

right here, at the entrance to the citadel,

and 2,000 francs distributed as follows:

500 to repair and erect the scaffold,

1000 to run

and 500 to dismantle and store.

Which is a good 2,000 francs.

You see,

-And you can request

an advance, upon signature of this contract.

-So,

is it yes or shit? Say it before I go out.

To hesitate would be amoral.

You want to cut heads, yes or no?

-Yes.

-Good.

He blows.

Don't you dare change your mind, Chevassus.

From this moment on, you are an executioner...

One or the other.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

-My congratulations, Mr. Chevassus.

Oppressive music

-Rejoice, madam,

-Your troubles are over. You're lucky.

...

- Hiring cry for sailors!

Job cry for sailors!

To pull the Marie Galante ,

the commissioner of the navy

will count 4 francs per row

4 hours during the day

and 6 francs per row

4 hours after sun!

-It's not big to shoot a Widow!

-Go there yourself, commissioner!

-With the crier and the 2 policemen,

-The marine police station will count half a row more

for the way there and back!

Or 6 francs per row during the day

and 9 francs after sun!

-What are you doing, Neel? You are crazy!

-It's for Jeanne-Marie and the little one.

-Neal!

-Neel Auguste, how many rows?

-All of them!

-Come home, Pauline. We must leave it now.

-Without sleeping?

-Register it.

-Let's go back, you can't do anything more for him.

Come on, I tell you!

-But no !

Melancholic music

...

They row in rhythm, shouting:

...

-Keep up the pace!

...

Starboard boat, in line,

...

Third from port!

Squeeze harder!

...

-God does not want that the Widow arrives at our house.

-It's not just God who decides.

-Second from starboard, get back in line!

...

...

...

Second in the lead boat,

-Sorry. THANKS.

-The Widow arrives. The executioner is hired.

We will finally shorten this poor boy.

-I say we will miss him.

My husband was for grace.

Isn't it?

-You told me.

-I was for not promising an execution

which we could not afford.

Shade.

-Like you,

I think he will be missed.

We will fall again in a boring routine.

The island is going to be boring!

-Oh, Eugenie! If you are bored, keep busy, crochet.

-Crochet?

My poor friend! We see that you have never done one.

-I am unfortunately convinced

that the feeling of our women reflects the general opinion.

-EXECUTIONER, DO YOUR OFFICE!

EXECUTIONER, DO YOUR OFFICE!

-Children are not good to cut a big person.

-Ah, you see, You say it yourself!

The governor's father laughs.

-Excuse... Excuse me.

She laughs.

Sad music

The sailors row in rhythm:

...

-In rhythm on the lead boat!

...

-Are you mad at me?

...

-Yes.

...

No.

...

What will happen?

-I don't know.

...

-Second from starboard, get back in line!

-Do you see it?

-In line to starboard!

-Why is he doing this?

-To go to hell faster.

She shivers.

The sailors row in rhythm:

-He has been rowing for so long, without eating or drinking.

...

He could row even among the English of Newfoundland.

-He could even go that far! So far away that he would never be found again.

...

Neighing

Crackling wheels

...

(The crier counts.)

(The sailors and the crier)

31... 32... 33...

34... 35... 36...

37...

38... 39... 40...

-Captain, Paris newspapers for you.

-41...42...43...

44!

Shouts of joy and applause

...

Melancholic music

...

...

...

...

...

...

-You see what a man he has become.

We condemn someone and... it is someone else who is being punished.

-I know. It's always like that.

Things are bad in Paris.

Unrest, riots... repression.

Executions, even...

-What a horror!

-My military command

Footsteps rise quickly.

-Captain, we want you at the port. It's urgent.

-I'm coming.

Hostile shouts from the crowd

...

-NO WIDOW IN SAINT-PIERRE!

...

...

...

Go home!

-Don't force

the troop to intervene.

...

-Weapon at the foot!

...

Stupid! Stay passive no matter what.

...

Come on, go home!

A Widow without an executioner, It's nothing but pieces of wood.

Don't fight for pieces of wood.

Come on, go home! Come on !

She laughs.

She laughs.

Tomorrow we will go carry

the 44 francs to your wife.

You could row even among the English.

This awful boat no longer needs help.

-No.

-To hell with him!

We will give the 44 francs to Jeanne-Marie.

And business, too.

-It's good.

-What is this look?

-A man who loves his wife and who can read in his eyes.

Melancholic music

-What are you reading?

...

-Be careful, Pauline.

...

-Thank you, Jean.

...

Efforts

...

I hope they have a storm.

-You shouldn't wish that on sailors, Mrs. La.

-Leave me alone with your kindness.

-Gentlemen...

We need to review the case of the condemned Neel Auguste.

His execution would cause a riot.

-"It's necessary" ? Which allows you to force the door of the council?

Stand up for your rights

-No.

-Mr. Hugo, which you appreciate

said: "A riot strengthens the governments that it does not overthrow."

If one were to occur, your detachment would contain it,

Isn't that right, Captain?

I refuse to give up arms against the people

and even point them at her.

-Ah! Finally... here we are!

-Captain, sentimental reasons

don't they carry you to judge this execution

in a personal way,

your wife and you?

-Is my wife bothering you? sir?

From now on, refrain.

I came to warn you that in all conscience,

I refuse to ensure execution of the condemned, Neel Auguste,

by military detachments. The thing is not up for negotiation.

-All the same!

-No.

to works of public good, kept him at the disposal of justice.

Nothing to say. But only the law says what is legal and what is not.

-And you have just left the law, seriously.

Your humanism will be judged, in Paris even more than here,

as a major insubordination.

Worse, I fear for you.

-I deliver the advice with all solidarity

concerning my personal destiny.

I even authorize him to congratulate himself on it openly. Gentlemen.

-You do not ignore the state of mind which reigns in Paris at the moment.

-I know that.

Reconsider your decision.

-You get lost.

-Thank you, gentlemen. Thank you with all my heart.

Clock ticking

...

-He's screwed.

-Do you trust me, Neel?

-Yes.

-Do you love me enough to obey me?

-Yes.

-Run to the English.

I will arrange for your wife to join you.

You can row to Newfoundland.

There is food there for 2 weeks.

Leave. Save your life!

-I can't do that, Mrs. La. No.

-"Thank you, Mrs. La! You are good! God bless you!”

I'm tired of being good! Enough !

Go away ! Save your life!

...

...

She sobs.

...

-You were looking for me?

-No.

-Ms. La didn't say anything?

-No.

-I had escaped.

-And why did you come back?

-So... not to annoy anyone.

-Too bad.

...

-Captain?

Mrs. La came home alone.

-The condemned man is not here.

-Pardon ! Sorry, Jean.

Neel obeyed me, he escaped.

Pardon.

Do you understand? Do you understand?

-He only obeyed you?

-Yes.

-Come and see.

Come on.

-But why?

-I will not drive this man to the guillotine.

-So, is it true? Did you accept?

-I have no right to talk about it.

-An executioner doesn't talk. And no one talks to him.

People even refuse to get his money.

How will you do when we find out who you are?

-It's arranged. They bring us everything

what it takes,

I will never earn that much.

-Go out with me. I have to show you something.

Sir ! This is the head you are going to cut off!

Do you hear?

This is the neck you are going to cut.

-Don't worry, Mrs. La...

It’s not done yet.

-You are like my husband, you... You are fatalistic.

She cries.

Symphonic music

...

Voices of children playing

...

-Dad! Dad ! It's the captain.

-Shut up !

Don't look. Let's continue our picnic.

Be natural. Forget that horse.

Neighing

Dad! Eat!

Don't look, especially.

-Great pace, this captain! Good rider.

-Dad,

I asked for his call back for serious political reasons.

-Politics?

-Drop, dad, at the end!

This Cossack discredits your son to Paris. Perfectly!

-Nonsense!

-Nonsense?

Mrs. La and her husband are so ass and shirt...

-Charles-Paul!

-Oh, shit, ma'am! Shit !

Yes, so ass and shirt

with this Neel Auguste,

that I don't dare go out for fear of a ridiculous face-to-face.

You know... what I have... accused in my mail?

Of sedition.

-My word... you want to have him shot?

Is that it?

The children are playing.

...

-There, they will be fine there.

Ah! You are here. You see, we are preparing for winter.

-A warship arrives in the harbor.

-Was that planned?

-I'm going to get dressed.

Present weapons!

-Captain, your staff expressly requests you.

Captain Dumontier

relieves you at the head of the detachment.

Here are your orders, Captain.

We will have the pleasure

-When, Commander?

Your wife can accompany us or join you.

What do you decide?

-I'm used to it to give him the choice.

-Come.

Captain, I want to put

from man to man.

We will join

then we will cross

Don't expect to touch

You will be free to come and go on my board,

as well as the lands that we will touch, like my guests,

let's say.

-We will be free? That's to say ?

-Give me your word that you will remain available

until I hand you over

to the disciplinary company of Saint-Malo.

The court martial awaits you, Captain.

The dog of Saint-Pierre wants your skin

and the Republic of Examples.

In France, two officers waiting to be shot.

When power feels threatened, he becomes fierce.

The governor and the commissioner of the navy entrust me with transmitting

a report, which I have just read. Overwhelming.

-Thank you for your trust, Commander.

-Sorry captain. Sincerely.

Who is this Neel Auguste, in the name of God?

-My wife's protégé.

I wish she would ignore all this to St-Malo.

Very important to me.

-You can count on me. Your word will be enough for me.

-You have it, Commander.

Madame La hums.

...

I am relieved.

I'm expected in Paris.

-But what...

And Neil?

-We are leaving in 2 days.

-Do you risk a serious disciplinary sanction?

-Not a promotion, anyway.

-No, but tell me, Jean. Tell me.

-We'll see.

-It's from my...

It's my fault.

It's not your fault I love you.

I love you because you are who you are.

I wouldn't have wanted you to act otherwise. Everything is good.

She cries.

...

-I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

...

My love !

-Show your face.

She is breathing hard.

...

His wife runs away.

Sad and oppressive music

...

Port atmosphere

...

Galloping horse

-Take a good look at your father, you will learn a lot.

Sad music

...

Come on!

...

It will be yours tonight or tomorrow. As soon as he comes back alone.

...

-Present

weapons!

-I forgot. It's called Salted Cod.

...

Long whistle

Neighing

...

We're finally going to do it, our honeymoon.

...

-The sail of the boat.

The flowered edge...

...laughed at the water.

The singing...

of the nightingale...

The door opens.

The charming meadow.

-Neel Auguste did not have time

The door closes.

Heavy and oppressive music

...

Neil cries.

...

-Go for it.

Blade screech

-He showed no gesture of revolt.

No doubt, he judged himself

and his sentence justified.

The Widow was out of commission.

And Neel Auguste was finished with an axe.

The birds are chirping.

...

-At my command, pay attention!

Present weapons!

Arm!

The birds are chirping.

On target!

...

-They can't do anything against us.

I love you.

...

-Fire !

Shots

Sobbing

...

Sad music

...

-My husband was condemned

I will be Madame La, his widow,

his wife, until my last breath.

As for the public executor,

he mysteriously disappeared from the island,

some time later.

...

Melancholic music

...

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