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Miss Diane?

I sleep under my apple tree.

Miss Diane!

Bad girl!

Diane, Are you crazy? I already told you not to sleep outside past mid august.

Get up and get inside at once, Miss.

And you still slept with this small nightgown and this old shawl!

It was a bit cold to sleep naked.

Hello Gustave! Hello Panine!

Hello Miss!

Miss Diane is almost ready, Mr Simon.

I bring your tea meanwhile.

Almost ready? Then I have enough time to go to the small woods and see these cyclamens.

She won't be happy if you're going alone.

Alright...

You're sleeping, Mr Simon? -A little , I think.

Do you know if Miss...

Diane!

What an outfit! -Good night Simon.

Good night.

How beautiful you are.

I made you wait and to make you forgive me I wear this crown only for you.

Don't you find this crown beautiful?

Repeat.

Isn't it beautiful, this crown? -Again.

Isn't this crown beautiful?

A little wine, please, Simon.

Nuts are annoying my tongue. -Of course.

It's probably what makes you so annoying!

How witty you are my dear.

Coffee is served, Miss.

Let's get up then.

For me, to go from the supper table to the salon is a complete adventure.

Let's try it together.

Share this sofa with me, Simon.

Share this sugar with me, Dianne.

Quick! A third cup.

He's a crazy, it's for sure.

But as long as he only asks for coffee.

With or without sugar?

My name is Ludovic and I've had supper here with you.

He looks like a tragedy hero.

A distraught young man with wolves at his heels.

Wolves are at the door!

You didn't see the fugitive? -A fugitive?

No, we dined the three of us and now we're having coffee.

Did you see a fugitive, Simon, -A fugitive?

No fugitive.

There are only two glasses.

Miss doesn't drink wine.

She doesn't like wine. -Yes, I don't like wine.

The wounded man fainted in a deep sigh.

Simon! Simon, he's really hurt!

Come in.

You're not asleep yet?

It seems that I'm not.

And still all dressed up as for a costumed ball.

This costume took me a lot of time.

I wanted to enjoy it a little longer.

He asks for you. -Who?

Who? Ludovic?

Big eyes,

small nose, motherly lips.

Who are you, sir?

A burglar, a fugitive?

A lunatic?

A philosopher?

A Chinese?

No! Surely not a Chinese!

But an unexpected guest, that's for sure. Unexpected guest sounds good.

I will repeat it to Simon. -Simon is...?

Simon is... -The devil!

Simon is Simon!

Diane...

What a lovely name.

He's feeling bad.

We are in trouble!

Maybe he's hungry if he only had our cup of coffee for supper.

Go get him a boiled egg.

Ang some vanilla milk.

Go on.

And make some sops.

The wind blows.

It's going to rain.

It's good for my cloves.

Well...

I think I'm going to sleep now.

P�lagie will be back soon.

Good apetite.

You should change your trade.

Unexpected guest doesn't seem to be a good situation.

Good night.

Miss!

It's not very polite peeping in your neighbor's like that with your rank!

He's going to the stable to see his horse.

He'll be here at nine.

Why!

As if he was passing first to see Miss Pazanne at Sombreau.

Diane!

I'm sorry if I hurt you. I said that without thinking.

What a nice weather.

I will first cut the rose trees.

After that...

I will go and fish in the river.

After...

Simon! Already?

What does this man want?

P�lagie, look.

Sir!

How can I help you?

What times we live in!

Could we hope for a little peace sometimes?

If this Bonaparte had not confused people's minds...-I'm late. I'd better brush my hair.

Really, sir. To watch Miss de Malicorne this way isn't worthy of a gentleman.

She will probably cut her rose trees all day long.

I'm quiet to lead my little investigation.

Better and better!

And what sort of investigation sir will lead hiding from Miss Dianne?

Diane is not my victim, you know.

Sure, Miss Diane doesn't let anyone tell her how to act.

Quite the opposite of Miss Pazanne in fact.

Miss Diane has always acted as she pleased.

Even when... -Please, shut up.

Sir is gone again in botanical.

Sir should know better.

You're very smart, Jacques.

It's my shortcoming, sir.

It's also my luck because sir would have never hired a moron at his service.

Jacques!

Sir Count.

What other pursuits would you suggest me outside botanical?

Love, sir!

Love.

Or revolution.

If Mr Simon asks for me I am not available.

I was so busy today...

that I long to be in my home again.

Don't tell to Miss Diane that I'm here.

I must carry on my little investigation and interrogate sir Ludovic. And God knows it's not business for little girls.

It's not funny!

It's you who started that joke, little girl.

You're crazy, Simon.

Diane, you do not know what you want.

It makes eleven.

Eleven plums.

You have eaten eleven plums.

My poor Dianne.

Already stingy as an old maid.

An old maid?

Really?

I wish summer would never end.

Why would it end?

Sometimes I ask myself...

if between Gustave and P�lagie you're not becoming stupid.

So I'm stupid now!

Why am I so stupid?

You never ask yourself where Ludovic comes from?

You're not more intrigued than if he was your little cousin on holidays.

To be frank I had almost forgotten he was still here.

And if I tell you he comes from Poland.

I wouldn't believe you.

I have no relatives there.

So?

This little polish cousin? -It seems unbelievable...

He's a terrorist!

And we have saved his life! -Good lord!

What a thrilling day!

A terrorist.

So? What are we going to do now?

Do you remember your parents?

Not very well.

I was eight years old, you know.

You will have dinner with me tonight?

Yes.

But in my home.

Alright.

To resume, your parents were executed because of their loyalty to a system they didn't believe in anymore.

I feel old and weary tonight.

Sometimes I ask myself how I made it alive through all this turmoil.

For me maybe.

You again?

Miss de Malicorne? -In person...

and since a few years already.

I'm your new neighbor and I came to salute you.

And what was the reason of your visit the other day...

when you came galloping through the yard?

Miss, how could you forgive me?

I was lost

and suddenly finding myself in front of an unknown house I felt so stupid that...

It's less serious when you're aware of your stupidity, sir.

Sir? -Georges, Miss.

Georges? -Georges, Miss. Sir Georges.

So it's you who rented "Les Haies-Vives"?

Yes. And I feel like I will enjoy very much my stay there.

You're not very talkative, new neighbour.

What's new in Paris?

Nothing worth mentioning, Miss. Nothing worth...

these woods, these meadows.

I see. "Reveries of a solitary walker".

Come on, tell me.

It's a heartache that led you here?

Not precisely.

Really?

Too bad.

Well, I must leave you now. My baby-sitter has left.

But I'm almost back, Miss.

See you soon, if you wish, Miss.

He's not so ugly.

He has a beautiful horse.

That's all. Come on.

I'm going to help you folding the sheets.

Cut there, there.

So you find this sir Georges attractive?

Well, like Gustave says, a man who has only a first name...

it's not very christian-like.

You're silly. On the contrary.

St Georges is a very important saint.

Cut there.

You're mute suddenly.

I've heard that he's been received everywhere.

With the honors due to him.

Perfect.

But I'm not the kind of frightened prey who falls for him.

I know a hunter to whom you're not completely insensible.

Listen P�lagie, keep your gossip to the kitchen.

I have thin ties,

nice shoulders...

and soft skin.

Don't you think?

If you say so.

There's something in that Georges.

Ludovic has some charm too.

All this is so thrilling, P�lagie!

We would have done well without all these pretenders.

Be reassured, P�lagie.

He's not born yet he who can pretend to have me.

He is.

He's not.

I could have seed a complete field of hollyhocks. They're all growing.

Maybe you could also have breakfast after running like a gypsy at dawn.

Gypsies have no seedlings to watch over.

Give me some coffee.

And some bread if it's baked. -Please.

And some bread, please.

If it's baked.

Why are you coming so early in my kitchen? -I saw that my hollyhocks were growing.

By friendship I was worried about yours and since P�lagie's coffee is so tasty.

I'm serving you at once, sir Simon.

You want some eggs and bacon?

When you eat, Simon, you look like a big oak...

or a plow horse.

I beg you, Diane. No love declaration at breakfast.

So, you know? -Yes, I know.

Spill it then.

No.

Sir would never forgive me. -He'll never know.

And I also have the right to know.

So, what is it?

I wrote it on a piece of paper.

I can't read in the dark.

Gar... -denias.

Gardenias?

So that's why he was locking the pigeonhole's door.

That's why all these secrets.

He has some gardenias!

Maybe it's not so serious, Miss. -Of course it's serious!

He kept me in the dark.

It's a treason.

And now he's been betrayed by his loyal Jacques!

That's the good part!

Thank you, Jacques.

Good night.

Diane?

Come in.

P�lagie.

Good night.

What do you bring me now? Gustave already brought my diner.

But sir eats so little.

Always locked in his room.

I fear that you might have a craving at night.

I prepared cream cheese with four red fruits jam and biscuits.

It's very kind of you.

What a nice dress, P�lagie!

And a beautiful bun. My word, you have a meeting with your lover!

Oh no, sir. I have no lover.

Gustave told me that village boys offered you flowers and carried your basket when you're back from the market place.

I say like Miss.

Many lovers equal no lovers at all.

Thank you for everything, P�lagie.

I wish you a pleasant night.

May I do something else for you, sir?

Nothing else, P�lagie.

Thank you again.

And good night.

Hello everyone.

Come here, Pazanne.

Come Pazanne.

Come and kiss sir Georges.

You know each other?

Of course not, it's Diane asking me and I did it without thinking.

You see how Pazanne is docile.

What a wonderful wife she will make.

You're mean.

I quite like when men tell me that.

You know, you're a rather curious character. - I quite like when women tell me that.

You'll accompany me to Malicorne later?

I will give you bluebells that bring out the blue of your eyes.

Thank you, Diane. You're kind.

Yes, I think I'm a kind girl.

I beg you to believe me. -Why the Emperor would be Poland's enemy?

I know. It looks like he helps us...

but in fact he only wants to invade our country.

Pazanne.

I introduce you to Ludovic, a little cousin from Poland.

Ludovic, I introduce you to our friend Pazanne.

We're sorry if we have interrupted... -A thrilling tale!

Alas, it isn't.

Since a while the true patriots are being watched and arrested.

The power wants to break in the bud any national resistance.

Poor Poland.

The worst is that one of ours striked a compromise with the enemy.

He has already denunced to your secret police several of our fellow countrymen.

This man has our blood on his hands.

We have sworn to kill him.

How do you expect to do that?

I know I can trust you.

The assassination is planned in Paris on the night of the bal at Poland's embassy.

All ours will be there, coming from England.

And who will be the executor?

I asked this honor and it's been granted to me.

It won't be easy, coasts are watched over.

There's still so much to do.

The english promised us some weapons.

I must go there to collect them...

and bring back my fellow companions.

Without you, I was lost.

Did you notice, Simon, that the second blossoming of the delphinium is already over?

You can count on us, dear friend.

On my word as Dianeska de Simowsky.

Well, my dear...

I didn't know thay you were "Pazanning" this morning.

What's happenning? You seem upset, dear Dianne.

No, I'm not upset.

I'm just gleaming with anger.

Yep.

I'm gleaming with anger.

And I must admit it suits me pretty well.

So, little Pazanne?

You are a geographer now?

What's that, please?

A feasible path to go to England.

Partisans will wait Ludovic at "La Valleuse de St-Martin".

Police and soldiers block all the roads leading to the sea.

So, you're a conspirator?

You dare conspiring in my back.

In my back and Napoleon's.

You really ask for troubles!

So, the little Pazanne would have the stuff of a new Charlotte Corday?

Let's not exaggerate, but you know her, she's an impulsive woman.

She was probably seduced by the fashionable ideals of this little student cousin.

That's how she started to help the polish revoutionaries.

And one thing leading to another... -Don't forget that Ludovic...

intended to take shelter at her when he came to take shelter at your home.

Ah, the handsome, the charming Ludovic...

That's her motivation. -What nonsense are you imagining?

The same nonsense everyone else would imagine.

Everyone but you of course.

Then the sweet Pazanne and the proud Ludovic...

brought Simon in...

their great adventure. -If only it was true.

When I listen to them I believe them...

but I know that I would equally believe their enemies.

Yes, but they're being chased.

And have little hope of success.

Sometimes I want something else than my house,

my horse, my plants...

and my whims.

We're so much alike, Diane.

Everything entertains us.

Even lost causes.

But you're crying, Diane...

It's Gustave with this horrible song.

You know very well, Simon, that only songs make me cry.

We're coming, sir!

So?

I will never have the strenght to finish the flower cuttings.

I've received a gift.

A gift that I had ordered for you.

Guess what it is?

Books? Romance novels?

Violin scores?

(Inaudible)

How beautiful.

It's a new game.

I think you'll like it.

I think I'll like it too.

I served them pralines.

With the jigsaw puzzle I think we'll be quiet for a while.

I've been told you're unavailable for me.

I've been told that you're not coming to visit me, Pazanne.

Why do you say that?

I don't think these books are for me.

Come on, let's get inside.

I must cook the chaperon.

Yes.

I don't like when you work on this side. I can't see you.

Pazanne!

You did not come yesterday. I missed you.

Today you see us both.

I guess you're satiated.

Yes. -Yes...

but I'm not.

Good God!

Are you crazy to scare me like that? I could have fainted or fell.

Diane, I must speak to you. -I could have broken my neck.

I hate you when you have this concerned look.

Lord, give me patience...

What are you mumbling? -It's about Ludovic.

This damn polish again!

Simon, next sunday it's "La Gibray" and we'll celebrate.

I'm so happy and I want so much to have fun.

So...

please don't bother me.

I was dreaming about that on the swing before you jumped on me.

Diane, you must try to make Ludovic leave your home.

Imagine the police comes back...

You're supposed to live alone with your two servants.

How will you explain the presence of this man in your home?

He would probably be safer at Pazanne's.

Now that he's almost completely healed...

he can come at my home.

Waiting for his departure.

And taking opportunity of the crowd during "La Gibray"

at nightfall...

I think he'll be comfortable here.

He can't be happy anywhere.

If you knew how much he has suffered.

Everything hurts him.

He's a tormented soul.

These flowers. It's you?

He loves blue ones.

I stole them at Dianne's.

I'll keep mum.

What a revealing dress for a high-class girl like you, Dianne de Malicorne!

What about christian love, Miss d'Auberny?

It wouldn't be very christian to hide my shoulders to all the good folks who came to "La Gibray".

I recognize this laugh.

Nobody laughs like you, Miss.

I hope so.

I'm dancing with Jacques. -With a servant?

Yes. With a servant.

Barriers fall at "La Gibray". You too will have your dance with me.

Why do you look at me like that?

Because I don't have many more time to look at you.

You must not be unhappy, Pazanne.

Both of you look like gloomy conspirators.

I have the impression we're back to the time of the Jacobins.

I hate you when you're ironic.

"Today is gone...

and tomorrow belongs to God" people say.

But tonight it's "La Gibray". You must have fun.

Come on.

Come outside and dance, Pazanne.

I don't want to dance.

And you, Ludovic? -No.

It's safe.

People will take him for a villager.

I was just a villager in my country. -You see?

Come on.

Alright.

Come and rest a little.

These beauties will have your skin!

It would be a very pleaseant death.

You don't like dancing? -No.

Me neither.

And you like hunting?

I hate that.

I guessed so.

Diane likes these feasts so much.

I don't see the young Pazanne.

Is it possible she doesn't like dancing neither?

Pazanne!

You're late to the feast, Miss.

I had a headache.

But "La Gibray" is once a year

and I didn't want to miss it completely.

You don't dance?

We could dance.

Here.

Thank you.

It's a headache.

I'd be better stinging my heliotropes.

Can I help you? -Indeed.

Come in.

Hello. -Come in, please.

Just in the nick of time!

We were looking in vain for a mizzen mast.

All the clouds look the same.

Hello. -Hello.

Here.

Bravo.

You're a sharp eye!

Please take back your sit.

Don't go away. We will certainly need you again.

This one here.

You're cold? -No, no.

But one's always tempted to get near a fire.

Fire never goes out in that chimney.

A tradition?

Just an old habit.

I'd like...

I'd like to hear you play your violin.

Hello Gustave.

Lambs are all tightened against each other.

It means a storm is coming.

What an odd summer we had.

All these mysteries.

Al these new faces.

I don't really like that, you know.

I'd like everything to be the same as before.

Me, I wish so much Mr Ludovic was still here.

Me, I'm glad that he left.

You will go and pick me some white nettles.

I will fix a cream sauce and I'll pretend to Miss that they're spinach.

Already up, Miss?

I want only milk this morning.

Hello. -Hello, Miss.

By the way, P�lagie, could you please cook us some white nettles with cream for tonight?

But certainly not spinach.

It's gonna rain. -Sure.

"Grim weather doesn't stop the pilgrim."

So? -Beautiful dress.

And the bunch? -Not bad.

And the woman?

What woman?

And this moron watching us as if he was at the theatre!

Tell him to hurry up. I'm late already.

Hardly surprising.

Let's see this assortment.

Moss pink, lavender...

Sweet pea, melilot... A lot of blue, right?

I'm not sure about the m�lilot.

On the contrary. M�lilot is exquisite.

Besides, it's Virgil saying.

Virgil? -Perfectly. I read it.

"There is m�lilot for remembrance". -Some rosemary.

What?

"There is rosemary for remembrance". And it's Shakespeare, not Virgil.

But you probably read it in Virgil.

Whatever, it's blue.

It's what's important.

Blue tenderizes, charms, retains.

You really don't want me to come with you?

No. Really not.

You're not afraid to lose your composure, to blush at the crucial moment?

Me?

It's now that I want to blush.

Sometimes I find you insufferable, Simon.

Well, I almost forgot Poland's saviour.

You're so distracting to me, Simon.

You embarass me, my dear.

Good bye. You can count on us.

Good bye.

You can count on me.

Hi Ho Silver!

Sir is so patient with Miss.

One has the impression that sir likes to suffer.

Sir must be reassured. Miss is the same.

It's Miss de Malicorne going to visit her aunt the chanoinesse at "La Rivi�re Bourday".

I'm sorry, Miss, but we have order to search all the carriages.

It's a good idea, Captain.

Just when I felt like walking a little.

Here are the papers.

Perfect.

All is in order? I can carry on?

What's wrong?

I'm so absent-minded, Captain. I forgot the tiger balm that I promised to my aunt.

I run to get it at Malicorne.

Le's not forget the balm!

Damn balm!

Damn Ludovic!

To think that I'm up since sunset!

Damn Poland!

Come.

Enough swearing, Miss. You could jinx us.

Damn Gustave!

I got it!

I get down? You want to search the carriage?

Not twice in half an hour, Miss.

Have a good trip, Miss!

Not twice in half an hour, alright!

What an extraordinary woman you are!

Of course.

Of course.

I know he'll come back...

but when I saw the boat away I had a heavy heart.

For Pazanne, of course.

And then?

And then what? Isn't that enough for you?

Then I got bored at aunt Charlotte's for the rest of the day.

Come on!

I left on time, well almost.

I did my job, I'm back, I'm not even late...

but you still seem grumpy. -Not at all.

I was just insanely worried all day long.

You're too much in love, my poor Simon!

Good night.

You're very docile, my dear Diane.

I forgot...

Back here I met sir Georges at the crossroad of La Martaine.

What was he doing there?

I asked him and he told me that he was strolling.

It's his right.

It's his right. It's barely his right...

when he meets you.

The yellow room.

My aunt Julie's room.

My father's room.

The blue room. People say my mother housed blue hearted bachelors there.

My room.

My room when I was child.

People say my mother sat on this chair to rock me.

I don't come here often now.

Listen.

We go down?

You're taking tea with us?

I'm waiting for Simon.

The fascinating Simon. -Yes.

He has a beauty crisis these days.

And Pazanne. -So touching.

Don't you think?

Well, it depends of the day.

You're all so...

intriguing.

Diane, here we are.

I met Simon reading under a tree.

I almost lost track of the time.

They sat at the tea table and spoke a lot about love.

So, who begins?

Diane, give me some sugar, please.

So...

They didn't speak about love but about vulgar food.

You will notice, by the way, that it's cane sugar.

Maybe you prefer beet sugar?

Not at all.

But since there's a blockade in the whole country I'd like to know, Miss, how you got this one?

In my mahogany chest. That's where I keep my stock.

I still have a lot.

One of Diane's uncles married a carribean woman and they provided a vast quantity of sugar and spices to all the family members.

Her uncle was so charming and her wife so "coquette".

Always wearing a bright pink or lemon taffeta.

And what was the name of this American uncle?

Malicorne. Malicorne de Malicorne.

Some cake, Simon? -With pleasure.

Did you notice that these roses have the same smell than the cake?

You're right.

They have an almond perfume.

These are end of summer roses.

When they bloom I always ask P�lagine to cook a Genoese with almonds.

It's a tradition.

Another one.

You have other memories about this interesting uncle Malicorne?

He had brought a superb parrot yelling "Long live the King" all day long!

All night long too. This superb parrot never slept.

I've heard that this kind of bird lives very old.

What happened to this one? -Alas, he was guillotined.

He's angry.

We've been stupid. He's hurt. -Fine.

His dark air stretches for too long.

I want him to show his true colors.

Attention...

To the surprise? -To disappointment.

To the mistake.

That's it.

All is ready.

These dresses of frieze are beautiful.

We must go home.

We don't wait for the boat?

Simon could be worried.

At last! The chapel was closed since the beginning of the "Terreur". (Most bloody period post french revolution).

The priest is coming back for the celebrations of the Virgin.

It's our salvation day! -Of course it's our salvation!

Penitents are coming now from "Notre-Dame de Gr�ce".

They're coming!

Stella matutina, star of the morning... It suits you well.

Starfish too.

This blending of gallantry and piousness is really biting, sir.

But please let me to my devotions.

This is a brotherhood of a minor rank. They go from pilgrimage to pilgrimage in all shrines dedicated to the Holy Virgin.

And who is this resurrected chapel dedicated to?

To our lady of Holy Opportunity.

And all the area around the bower...

in purple blue. -Without other colors?

This year sir Simon will mix some white and yellow to the purple.

Sir Simon does as he pleases. And me too.

And how are you so well aware of the floral projects of the count of Vimoutier?

It's Jacques who told me the other day when he show me the seeds cabinet.

I don't want to hear about this furniture made on order by a maniac.

It's so upstart!

Miss Diane has some lovely daisies.

Pink as shells.

Sir should ask some to her.

What is it?

The only benefit for our revolutionary involvment.

Some tulip bulbs that Ludovic sent from London.

Peach Blossom.

Lilac Wonder.

Queen of Night.

A black queen.

But...

what is this?

"Be careful...

Be careful about the only christian name." What does it mean?

Georges.

Sir Georges only.

Be careful about Georges.

It's you, Pazanne?

Come in, Pazanne.

The assassination plan has been foiled. Ludovic has been arrested.

The police knows everything.

We're accused of complicity.

We must run away.

Run away...but where?

In England.

A frigate will wait for us off St-Aubin.

Diane knows? -I'm going now.

No, run away fast. I'm going to Malicorne.

Thank you.

So long.

You're going to ruin my garden! -Diane!

We must flee.

We've been betrayed. The assassination has failed.

It's grotesque. Stop your bad melodrama.

Leave me alone. Can't you see I'm taking care of my laurels?

Come on, Diane! We must flee! A frigate waits for us off St-Aubin.

To flee?

But I don't want to flee from here.

I can't leave Malicorne.

We'll come back soon.

When the turmoil stop we'll come back in France.

As a precaution we leave separately and we'll meet at boarding.

But Miss Diane can't travel alone. -Jacques will accompany her, he's brave.

And he's older than you.

You will keep our houses, you, P�lagie and Jacques, until we're back.

For the money, I'll give orders to master Bonneville. Don't worry about anything.

Thank you, sir Simon.

Diane...

I make a stop at Vimoutier and then I wait for you at "La Valleuse".

Diane, you hear me?

Have a good trip.

I wait for you there.

Pack some books.

Why did you finish it, Jacques?

Miss?

I'm coming.

Hurry up, Miss, we're late.

You'll finish storing the wardrobe, P�lagie, and you will count the sheets.

Yes, Miss.

Take care of everything.

I'll be back very soon.

Yes, Miss.

On behalf of my master.

Be careful, it's loaded. -It's really so dangerous?

And this.

A gardenia.

Simon.

On our way.

You feel the smell in the wind?

We approach the sea.

I'm going to "La Valleuse" to see if the ship has arrived.

Stay here.

It's no use getting there. You might be spotted.

You think your master is there already?

Probably since he left before us.

Hasten up, then. -See you later, Miss.

I feel sleepy.

There's nothing more tiresome than a revolution.

Sir Georges!

Good night.

Good night.

How did you get there, you too?

So you were waiting for me?

That's it.

Yes, I was waiting for you.

It's late.

Yes.

Hands up.

Up.

What a face you make!

I don't recognize you. You're scared?

How ugly a man who is afraid.

I can't stand seeing you with this face.

I don't belong to your society Miss de Malicorne.

Your games are not meant for me.

You could have killed me.

My men will be here only in a few minutes.

You could have killed me and run away. -No.

I could not have killed you.

I wasn't scared.

Even so, tell me...

Who are you, please?

I had the mission to work my way into your society to verify if our suspicions were real.

And they were? -You mock me again.

No, sorry, I'm not.

I was thinking about something else.

It's true, some of us have schemed.

To scheme. This word is delicious.

Well, I have schemed and you have lost.

Jacques will be back and he will see you.

He will run away too.

Assistance to polish terrorists.

Conspiracy against state security.

On behalf of the Emperor, I arrest you, Miss de Malicorne.

Simon.

Simon, you came back.

You didn't have to.

On behalf of the Emperor, sir de Vimoutier, I arrest you.

Follow me. You too, Miss, please.

Is it true that a plot was foiled in the area? -Yes.

A big case.

A murder attempt in Paris. Accomplices in the area. -And then?

We arrested two of them.

Some squires, from what I've heard.

The Miss is very lovely.

What a misery, all this!

When it's finished on a side it begins on the other.

Is it serious for them? -Pretty much.

They've been judged on the spot. They pleaded guilty on all accounts.

They'll be executed later.

To make an example.

Where are you going?

My master is inside there. I have the right to see him.

You're not cold?

No, I'm fine.

When you were a child your mother entrusted me with you.

I was asking you "what game you want to play?" and you were answering "just playing".

Why did you come back, Jacques?

And you, sir?

The day is rising.

I entrust you with Vimoutier. -Please, sir.

You'll bring back the horses. -Sir.

What a story, my God.

Simon. -Yes.

How much I love you.

Me too.

Let's not lose our minds, Simon.

Maybe we're under the spell of the circumstances.

Odd people.

Laughing while marching to death.

timings : meatisgood translation : aloysius70