All language subtitles for Battle.of.the.Brave.2004.WEBRip.x264-ION10.Hi

[ knocks ]

[ wind whistling ]

Marie-Loup.

My little Marie.

Marie-Loup.

Oh, thank you, my God.

Thank you.

No.

It is not Marie-Loup,
Father.

Don't you recognize me?
I'm her daughter France.

France?

You got my note.

It was very selfish
of me.

[ thunder rumbling ]

But the hope

of seeing you again

has kept me alive.

Thank God.

But first of all...

I don't want this

falling into the hands
of strangers.

Your poor mother

wouldn't keep it
at the time.

But I was to blame.

I know.

I have read it

a thousand times.

Marie

with the she-wolf's eyes.

Now that I have met you,

I've become my true self.

Before that,

I had a future.

Now...

I have a destiny.

[ wheezing ]

[ coughing ]

Here.

[ France narrating ]
1759,

another life,

another world,

a year when passions
ran high.

I was only a child then,
living in a country

which in the eyes of history
was still in its infancy.

[ man shouting ]

I had no idea
that my country
was about to be lost

or that,
by the grace of God,
I would survive.

This hostile, beautiful
no-man's-land

ten times bigger than
its mother country France--

the same France
that was about to sell us

for a handful of islands
in the sun.

The English
were preparing to attack
where I was born.

And when
the city of Quebec fell,

England would seize
the keys to a new outpost
of her empire.

That was our fate

and this is our story.

François.

You're too late,
my poor boy.

Your father's just died.

[ watch ticking ]

There you go.

Thank you.

[ horse neighing ]

Tell me, Jean-Baptiste,

did my father leave you
some money?

A modest amount,
but quite enough for me.

I'm very grateful
to him.

I'll double it.

If you thank me,
I'll halve it.

Your father gave me
instructions.

All the papers
are ready

and the notary
is waiting for you
to call on him.

There are a lot of accounts
to go through.

We can't have
your debtors

taking advantage
of the situation.

Jean-Baptiste,
you're not only shaving me,

but you're boring me too.

That's quite enough, no?

- [ dogs barking ]
- Man: Come here,
you little savage.

Girl:
Get away! Get away!
Move, quick!

[ people screaming ]

Move! Get away!

[ screams ]

No!

- Girl: Stop it!
- [ man screams ]

Is that splendid decoration
for your courage? Tell me.

Or were you just
trying to baptize her
with your holy oil?

[ shouts, spits ]

Man:
He's got a knife!

That's enough.

[ baby crying ]

Carry on.

Woman:
Go back to where
you came from.

[ grunts ]

[ spits ]

[ speaking foreign language ]

- You like her, huh?
- Yes.

Good.

Go now.

[ geese honking ]

- Cuckoo!
- Madame.

For red blotches and
broken veins, madame.

You took quite a risk,
my lovely.

Is your sister always
this reckless?

She's not my sister.
She's my mother.

But she's so young.

I was married when
I was 14, madame.

No. I bet
your husband

has to keep his eyes open
with a spirited girl
like you.

He's watching me
from on high.

A widow? Already?

How sad.

Apparently you have
quite a few tricks
up your sleeve.

Is there a cream
for getting rid of
the first wrinkles?

Not today, madame,
but I can make you up
a pot.

It's a miraculous remedy.

Mm, payment in advance.

I have
love potions too.

Has anyone ever told you
what beautiful eyes
you have?

Yes.

Sou-- sou--

sou-- s--

sourire.

[ geese honking ]

- What's your name?
- France.

François.

My compliments,
mademoiselle.

And what's her name?

Marie Carignan.

But everyone calls her
Marie-Loup.

It's because she can see
in the dark.

Oh.

You're a--
you're a brave woman.

That's not hard when
the men are such cowards.

- All the men?
- There may be
the odd exception.

I must admit, though,
I was scared to death.

That's what I mean.
Courage goes hand in hand
with fear.

You're teaching her to read.
That's the best gift.

She deserves it.

Thank you.

To who do I have
the honor of speaking?

François le Gardeur,
at your service.

Marie Carignan.

I know. You're
the miller's daughter.

- François le Gardeur.
- Xavier Maillard.

[ both laugh ]

I wasn't sure
it was you,

with all those stripes,
minus your beard.

Thank you.
You arrived just in time.

You mean now
or earlier on?

Ha!

[ speaks foreign language ]

Let's have a drink.

Why didn't you tell him
the priest was teaching me
how to read?

Are you ashamed
you don't know how to?

I'm ashamed
for your grandfather.

He's never thought
studying mattered.

Then I'm going to be
more intelligent than you.

- Oh!
- [ giggling ]

[ clucking ]

More educated than me.

Intelligence doesn't come
from here.

It comes from here.

The only thing
I care about, sweetie,

is that you don't
grow up ignorant.

- Then you'll be truly free.
- [ laughing ]

I love you,
you know?

I always forget.
You'll have to keep
telling me.

- I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you.
- Tell me again.

- I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you.
- Again. Tell me more.

I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you.

Don't tell me
you've sunk to dabbling
in the peasantry.

Bright young girls
come to a penny
in Quebec,

with all the polish
they need to take their
place in society.

Especially now,
your heritage will
attract them like flies.

[ snaps fingers ]

Do you think any of those
society girls

would have risked their lives
for a little savage?

You haven't changed.

I have a very important
message for you.

Intendant Bigot
wants to meet you
tomorrow night.

- [ thunder crashing ]
- An invitation or an order?

Don't be too clever
with him.

I warn you, he has no time
for braggarts.

That's too bad.

[ thunder rumbling ]

So, the priest?

He's coughing up
yellow stuff.

And he's lost
some more hair.
I'll tell you a secret.

Everyone thinks
I'm his servant,
but I'm not.

He bought me
from a captain
in the West Indies.

- No. You're having me on.
- Oh, I'm not complaining.

- Santa Clara.
- Ora pro nobis.

- Santa Emilia.
- Ora pro nobis.

- Santa Francesca.
- Ora pro nobis.

Santa-- oh.

Don't tell me he's
never touched you.

Never.

It's me who touches him

when he needs a rub
down there.

He says it helps him keep
impure thoughts at bay.

[ thunder rumbling ]

Especially when
he sees you.

We're going to have
a big storm.

I love that.

- Santa Theresa.
- Ora pro nobis.

- Santa Francesca.
- Ora pro nobis.

- Santa Elena.
- Ora pro nobis.

Go home, all of you.

You're attracting
the evil eye.

And you don't need to be three
for God to listen to you.

Marie-Loup.
My little Marie-Loup.

Can you drop these
in some boiling water?

I always knew
you were special,

even when you were
only six.

I've loved you
like a daughter,

more than a daughter.

Calm yourself, Father.
The fever is making you
delirious.

- I know.
- Marie-Loup.

Careful.

You and your
late husband

were married
for several years,

but you only had
one daughter.

What happened?

Huh? You didn't try to stop
having a family, did you?

Gosselin was always
in such a hurry,

God rest his soul.

- He should have
taken longer.
- Oh, yes, yes.

He never went in
deep enough.

- He never went deep enough?
- Shh.

- Yes, yes.
- Calm. Calm.
Calm yourself, Father.

The night is
for sleeping, François.

I never knew you were
so hardworking.

Neither did I.

Tell me, Jean-Baptiste,

all those farms
my father took,

the families he turned out
of their homes

and the wheelings and dealings
with Intendant Bigot--

didn't that keep him
awake at night?

Not to my knowledge.
He was a strong man.

No. A hard man.

Man:
I'm going to have to pass.

- Man #2: I pass
as well, I guess.
- [ laughing ]

Oh?

[ men exclaim, laugh ]

- Man: Oh!
- [ laughs ]

My friends
fell for your bluff,
as the English say.

But I reckoned
you look too honest
to be trusted.

Until the return match,
young man?

- Your father was
luckier than you.
- Luckier in cards.

[ both laugh ]

- Good evening.
- Gentlemen.

- Monsieur.
- Monsieur.

An inheritance like yours
entails

obligations as well
as privileges.

Obligations with regard
to you, monsieur?

To me and
to the colony,

in both private
and public interests.

For many years,
we have called on your
father's good offices

for various transactions.

The most important
was on the verge of
completion when fate--

as soon as you've
taken over the reins,

we must tie up
this affair.

Time is running out.

Do you mean the war,
Monsieur Bigot?

Wars are won,
my young friend,
and peace is paid for.

Which is the most
expensive, hmm?

And let's not forget
that France has her wars
in Europe.

So as far as the colonies
are concerned--

But-- but--

but there's one colony that
France will never abandon.

I only hope
God agrees with you.

Rumor has it that,
instead of losing Canada,

our good King Louis
will use her as currency.

Everything can be
negotiated,

Monsieur le Gardeur,
even a country.

[ laughs ]

Good night, François.

Go.

Man:
Aha, here is
the minister now.

Good day, Mr. Pitt.
I always knew Mr. Franklin

as the American colonies'
illustrious representative.

I had no idea he was
a remarkable inventor too.

You can see both near
and far with them.
Ingenious, eh?

I was just pointing out
to the general

how I find what I see
extremely worrying,
both near and far.

My friend is exasperated
by France's scheming.

He demands annexation
of Canada by Britain.

Aren't we already at war
over that very issue?

Precisely, General.

And that is why we must
continue the action

your army began at Acadie
over the entire territory.

We must rid ourselves

of the Canadians and
the savages for good.

By deporting them?

By having them
swear allegiance
to the crown of England.

[ thunder crashing ]

[ ducks quacking ]

Shh.

[ cow mooing ]

[ speaks foreign language ]

Acoona.

[ cow moos ]

Shh.

- It's beautiful.
- Thank you.

But you don't
need them, madame.

Thank you.

Some days I do,
some days I don't.

I had a very rejuvenating
potion this morning,

as it happens.

Ahh.

Let me do something
about that.

- For you.
- No, I can't accept it.

Do as I say.
This is my house.
I'm giving the orders.

It's magnificent.

- But why?
- Because I'm your friend.

And also because
I want you to come
to the intendant's ball.

Oh, so that's what
this dress is for?

You're so naive.

No, this is
for everyday wear.

Wait.

This is for you.

But I keep all the memories
still clinging to it.

I thought
I heard voices.

An unexpected visitor.

A little wildcat
I've taken under my wing.

Oh.

You saw her at the market
the other day.

Bigot's asked me
to give her to him

for the intendant's ball.

Oh, you're in a hurry
to leave all of a sudden.

Bigot's lucky
to have such an
understanding mistress.

Do you often give him
presents like that?

Whenever a pretty girl
catches his eye.

But she still
has to be interested
in his advances.

That girl has quite
a strong character.

Good. He knows
how to force them
if they resist.

- I'm going.
- Oh, I could tell you
some stories.

You impressed him
last night.

And you're
in his good books now,

after letting him win.

[ seagulls cawing ]

[ tower bells ringing ]

Good morning,
Marie Carignan.

I recognized you
from a distance.

Wasn't difficult.

I wasn't expecting
to see you here.

Our paths must be
destined to cross.

Our paths
don't cross, monsieur.
They follow each other.

Did Mademoiselle de Roquebrune
send you?

I wouldn't have gone there
if I had known

I'd see you again today.

But if I hadn't gone,
I wouldn't have seen you.

You're seeing me now.
What does it change?

A lot of things.

You make me want
to look further ahead
than the present moment.

You're very friendly
with Intendant Bigot,
apparently.

Why don't you tell him
to stop looting our farms
and bleeding us dry?

Tell him yourself.

You've been invited to
the palace, haven't you?

A word of advice,
if I may.

Don't go.

You obviously feel
I don't fit in there.

You fit in Mademoiselle
de Roquebrune's good books
for sure.

Ever wondered why?

I'll ask her myself
when I'll see her
at the ball.

Please do.

Maman,

people in town say
you're a witch.

They're the first ones
to come to me with
a toothache.

Don't look after them.
That'll teach them.

It wouldn't teach them
anything.

You know, evil is one disease
that can't be cured.

Let's go eat.

Grandmother's waiting.

Look, over there.

Where? Oh, yes,
in the undergrowth.
I see him now.

My God, he's enormous.
Save me, Maman!

- [ snarling ]
- [ squealing ]

Welcome!

- Hi, Grandma.
- My dear.

Look, I found you some
sarsaparilla roots.

Oh, they're nice.
Thank you.

[ rooster crowing ]

Hello, Father.

- Hi, Grandfather.
- Hi.

Haven't you forgotten
something?

Bread is holy, my girl.
Don't you ever forget it.

Bless us, our Lord,
and these, Thy fruits

that we are about to receive
from Thy bounty.

Aren't you going to make
the sign of the cross,

you little savage?

- Don't start all that
again, Father.
- [ mutters ]

You know she hasn't
been baptized.
And anyway,

she doesn't think
the same way we do.
Leave her alone.

Those savages
don't have souls
until they're baptized.

Go and ask the priest
if you don't believe me.

Anyway, he's got
nothing to be proud of,

with that dirty
Negress of his.

I hardly know you now,
Father.

You rant and rave
about everything.

You hate the savages.
You hate the Negroes.

You have no respect
for anyone.

And what's worse,
you think you're right
about everything.

That's dangerous.
Everyone in this house
is miserable.

Do you really want
to isolate yourself?

Because you are doing
just that.

- [ pigs squealing ]
- [ men shouting ]

We go through this farce
every year.

You accuse us of robbing you,
but how do you expect us

to feed the army
defending you from the English?

We know all about
your scheming, Lavigueur.

You auctioned off my sow
instead of feeding the army.

I know.
My brother was at the sale
and he recognized her.

You should know
that all sows look alike.

Same as assholes,
Sergeant.

Except that some
are shittier than others.

Don't let him
get away!

Hello, Monsieur le Gardeur.

Hello, Marie-Loup.

Hello.

[ speaking Latin ]

Shame on you,
Basile Lavigueur!

- Good Lord, he's really cured.
- If you don't want
to go to hell,

- go back to being a butcher.
- It's a miracle.

- And stop persecuting the poor.
- A witch's trickery, you mean.

I don't make
the decisions, Father.
I'm only following orders.

Tell the Intendant Bigot for me
that the local people

have barely enough food
to feed their own families.

He will end up
with a revolt on his hands.

Now go. Go!

Let me through.
Let me through.

- Let me through.
- Go back home, all of you!

That's an order!
Or else there's going
to be trouble.

You're lucky you're wearing
a cassock, Father.

Otherwise I'd show you
what people get

for challenging
the authorities.

Hey, I'm not wearing
a cassock.

- [ chuckles ]
- Go ahead, show me.

Very good, very good.

[ clicks tongue ]

Monsieur de Vaudreuil?

Oh, pardon.
Monsieur le Gouverneur.

My name will do.

All titles are valueless
in the house of the Lord

who wore only
a crown of thorns.

Is there anything
I can do for you?

Nouvelle-France is
in grave danger, Father,

imminent danger.

You can defend
Nouvelle-France.

The people here
trust you.

Probably because I'm
a born-and-bred Canadian,

like them.

It's both my weakness
and my strength.

A few months ago
you asked me

if I knew anyone
you could trust.

Mm-hmm, I remember
catching you off-balance.

Since then, however,
I've met a brave young man

who has guts
and a heart.

- Really?
- Mm.

The Major General Wolfe,

who we put in charge of
the army invading Canada.

America will be the center
of world finance

and commerce
before very long.

That's a fact,
not a prediction.

What is equally certain
is we can only defend
our interests

by negotiating
the annexation of Canada
and the West Indies.

Negotiate?
We cannot negotiate
an annexation.

It's weakness.

Annexation is won.

The French colonies stretch
as far as Louisiana.

It's an insult.
[ wheezing ]

No matter.
I have control

of the river
Saint-Laurent.

And the ships
supplying the rebels
are all being intercepted.

Not one will
get through, not one.
[ wheezing ]

[ coughing ]

Calm down, General.

Quebec must be taken
before the river freezes!

I will take Louisbourg

and, with your permission,
I will take Quebec
and Montreal.

If the city refuses
to give in,

I will torch it and shell it
24 hours a day.

I will burn the crops
upstream and downstream.

I'll destroy the farms.
I will slaughter the livestock.

I will leave a trail of famine
and devastation behind me!

[ wheezing ]

Excuse me.
I think I need some air.

Excuse me, sir.
Monsieur le Gardeur.

François le Gardeur.

Greetings.

You were recommended to me
by a mutual friend--

Father Blondeau.

He sings your praises.

What do you want
with me, monsieur?

I want you to go
to Versailles

and talk to
Madame de Pompadour.

Me? Go to Paris?

You went to university
there, didn't you?

And read political sciences,
what's more.

So you must know
that France's foreign policy

is run by the marquise.

How can I succeed
where you have failed?

An emissary
is more eloquent

than letters and reports
that get lost.

And what's more,
it's high time

that the born-and-bred
Canadians

took their destiny
into their own hands.

When should I leave?

As soon as possible.

May I suggest
you begin your mission

by a visit to Geneva?

- Geneva?
- Ferney. It's very close.

I think I can arrange
a meeting for you

with France's
leading influence
in the universe of ideas.

- Voltaire?
- Mm-hmm.

But he's violently opposed
to the Canadian cause.

Violently opposed,

but not an enemy.

He'll listen to you
intelligently.

And besides, he's one of
La Pompadour's protégés,

which doesn't hurt.

Come.

I see your disdain
for the peasantry
has its exceptions.

Like your scorn
for the aristocracy.

I hear you're
getting on very nicely
with Gouverneur Vaudreuil.

Did you give him
some beaver pelts?

That would explain it.

Laugh if you like,

but there's nothing laughable
about the situation.

We must talk, Xavier.

You know I trust you.
Come.

- Ooh, you are beautiful.
- So are you.

Come, I'll show you
around.

He recognized you
and the dress too.

He won't have much
difficulty separating
one from the other.

Ooh, what wonderfully
wide eyes.

Perfect.

He saw you
with your daughter
the other day.

- I told him
she was your sister.
- Why?

So you can play
at being a pure
young girl.

Nothing excites him
as much as conquering
virgin territory.

He's bored
with colonialism.

It takes two to play.
Don't count on me.

Hoity-toity.
What a little miss.

I expected you to be grateful.
Don't disappoint me.

You should be honored

instead of giving yourself
airs and graces.

How naive I was
ever to believe in your
friendship, madame.

Don't be
such a little idiot.
You won't get very far

and you'll just make
a fool of yourself.

I only want
what's best for you,

once Bigot's happy,
of course.

I know him. He'll handle
the whole thing correctly,

so get what you can
out of it.

He's capable of anything,
even generosity.

I'd rather he saved
his generosity for you.

I'll never let myself
be treated like that.

Good. He loves
being stood up to.

One word of advice,
though--

don't use your nails
or your teeth

if you don't want them
pulled out.

He can be cruel too.

We're here to enjoy
ourselves, damn it.

I've got to talk to you
about Bigot

and documents
I found concerning him
among my father's papers.

What sort
of documents?

Documents that could
send him and the other
conspirators

to the Bastille
for a very long time.

You're risking your head,
spreading slander like that.

If my word isn't enough
for you, come to my house
and see for yourself.

Why didn't you talk
to Gouverneur Vaudreuil
about it,

as you're getting along
so well?

I already have.

Mind you, any illusions he
might have had about Bigot
vanished ages ago.

There's a very good chance
that I go to Paris

on a confidential
mission.

This is strictly
between us.

François, you can count
on my loyalty.

How could I have forgotten
that the Marquis de Vaudreuil

has authority
over Bigot?

Come.

You know
where to take her.
And make sure

she's ready for me
when I get there.
I'm in no mood for foreplay.

I'll do my best.
But I warn you, she's rather
stubborn, I'm afraid.

All the better.
Truss her up

and I'll ram her.
Thank you.

Lucky girl.

Pardon me. Sorry.

[ dings ]

Your attention, please.

Look. Look.

Guard, look.

[ people exclaiming ]

Woman:
Wonderful.

Scissors. Scissors.

- [ laughing ]
- Bravo.

[ applause ]

This is the way
you thank me?

I've never been so humiliated
in all my life.

Oh, I know, I should have
listened to you.

No, your only mistake
was not believing
in my friendship.

Friendship?
In exchange for what?

You're just like
the rest of them.

It's all a game to you.

You really think so?

No, but I wish I did.

You probably think
I have nothing to be
proud about.

No.

I know I'm not important
or influential, monsieur.

But I am my own person.

Oh, you're stronger
than me.

Go on, make me.
I don't care.

And if you
kissed me first,

would you care then?

No. That would change
everything.

You're bound
to make me suffer
sooner or later,

so we might as well
get it over with.

Go there right away.
Don't waste a minute.

Grab all his father's papers,
the registers, bills--
everything.

Shouldn't we arrest him?
He must still be around.

I don't want
any scandals here.
The papers first.

As for your friend,
seize him when he
gets back home.

I'll interrogate him
myself later.

Go.

- Man: Intendant Bigot.
- Yes.

I've tried so hard
to stop thinking about you

ever since that day.

Love is all I long for.

But I can't give myself
by half.

You're saying that
to a man

who wants to give you
everything.

I've been thinking
about you endlessly.

Whenever I close my eyes,
I see you.

When I open them,

I look for you.

What can I do
to make you trust me?

Kiss me.

Still full of stars
in my head.

[ horse neighs ]

Don't go any further,
François.

Whoa, whoa.

Bigot's men
have searched the house
and left guards there.

It's a trap.

They've killed
Jean-Baptiste.

What?

Stop, François.
You're out of your league.

They've made off
with everything--

your father's registers,
the deeds-- the lot.

You've got
nothing left now.

You're a nobody.

You're a dead man.

You took a risk,
warning me like this. Why?

Maybe to remind myself
what it's like
to feel clean.

Go now. Leave.

They said
you're going to pursue
the affair in Paris.

You have no time to lose.
Don't stay here a minute
longer, I beg you.

God bless you, François.

Goodbye.

[ François' voice ]
"Nothing has changed.

My plans
for our life together

and my love for you
are just the same.

Let's go away

and live together
forever

under a kinder sky.

Meet me at sunset tomorrow
at Anse-au-Foulon,

at the foot
of the white cross.

Be very careful

and don't tell anyone.

I love you,
Marie-Loup."

- Shh.
- [ horse approaching ]

What is it?

[ speaks Latin ]

Amen.

What's wrong,
my child?

I need your help.

[ Father's voice ]
"My plans for our life
together

and my love for you
are just the same.

Let's go away
and live together forever.

Meet me at sunset tomorrow
at Anse-au-Foulon,

at the foot
of the white cross.

I love you,
Marie-Loup."

Well?

It's a letter
that says farewell.

What?

It can't be.

There's a price
on his head.

He says he must leave
the country immediately.

But he can't go
without me.

I told him I'd follow him
to the ends of the earth.

You've read it wrong.

Look.

You know this word,
my child.

"France."

He begs you to stay here
for your daughter's sake.

He refuses
to let you share

a life of--

how does he put it?

"A life of pitfalls

and dangers."

How does it finish?

Does he say he loves me?

He says
you must forget him.

He doesn't want you
to ruin your life for him.

All he asks--

you're not to tell anyone
about this letter.

He's underlined it.
Look.

He's underlined it.

Pitfalls.

[ geese honking ]

Maman!

Mom!

Maman!

Maman!

He'll come back.
I know he will.

I love him.
I love him so much.

How can I live
without him?

What are you doing here?

Marie-Loup is being watched
by the militia.

No need
to tell you why.

She was afraid
they'd follow her here,

so she asked me
to come.

She received your letter,
but she can't go with you.

She has to think
of her family,

especially little France.

She begs you to not
hold it against her.

No, that's impossible.

Please, Father,
talk to her.

She trusts you.
She told me.

Look at me, for God's sake.
You know I can make her happy.

I'm sure you can, my son.

But you know Marie-Loup.

She goes her own way.

I can't make her
change her mind,

nor can anyone else.

- I'm not leaving without her.
- They're looking everywhere
for you.

She could be in danger
through your stubbornness.

The militia.

I'm unarmed.

The courageous captain
can shoot me down without risk.

Don't tempt me,
le Gardeur.

I'm not asking anything
for myself, Xavier.

You're a man of honor.
See she isn't harassed.

You're a fine one
to talk about honor.

Intendant Bigot honored
you with his trust,

and you're plotting
against him.

Let's talk about
your Bigot.

He's lining his pockets
while our soldiers are
being massacred

for a cause
that is lost in advance.

Did you read my father's
registers before you handed
them over to Bigot?

I did.
It's the only reason
you're still alive.

You were born
on this land, Xavier.
So were your men.

They will live here
in grinding poverty
till the end of their days.

Who deserves your loyalty?
Your superiors or
your own people?

Save your fine speeches
for your funeral.

How do you think you can
resist the English

if you can't even
stand up to Bigot?

Get out of here.

But I warn you,
I'm not giving you
a second chance.

Yah! Yah! Yah!

Tell her--

tell her I love her

despite herself
and despite myself.

I love her too...

despite herself...

despite myself.

Order!
[ bangs table ]

Take heart,

my friends.

Tomorrow

our brave general
sets off for the New World.

Why, soldiers?

Why should we be
melancholy, boys?

Why, soldiers,

whose business it is

to die?

To our glorious army

and victory.

- God bless our general.
- Men: Hear, hear.

- God save the king.
- God save the king!

All:
God save the king.

[ men shouting ]

[ man shouting ]

Fire!

[ men continue shouting ]

Fire!

Number three, ready!

- Ready?
- Number three.

Fire!

Number one ready, sir.

It's true
that my weak health

has prevented me from
visiting the savages
in Canada.

But there is
another reason.

The example of our nations
fighting out there

has made those savages
almost as evil as we are.

Be that as it may,

I don't need to go there
to see the obvious.

What is obvious
exactly?

You're talking about
a country.

I see a continent.

France owns
a large slice of it
by treaty, I agree.

But tell me,

what is a possession worth
if we can't defend it?

War is expensive.
And war appalls me,

as I claim
that men were made

to learn from each other,
not kill each other.

The harsh truth is

that Quebec isn't
worth the bones

of a single
French grenadier.

You say nothing about
the injustice suffered

by the Canadians
in this tragedy.

Isn't it the duty
of all honest men

to ensure
that all injustices

are brought to the ears
of all the people?

You're turning my own
words against me.

Your conduct
should vex me,

but I find your
impertinence stimulating.

Monsieur de Vaudreuil
was quite right

to suggest you meet
Madame de Pompadour.

Would you like me
to send her a note
in your favor?

Oh, it's more
than I ever expected.

God bless you,
monsieur.

Don't bring Him
into this.

You might pay
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
a visit in the meantime.

Your tales about your stay
with the noble savages

will have him
drooling at the mouth.

[ laughing ]

Charge it!

Man:
Priming.

- Ready to fire?
- Ready!

- Fire!
- [ people screaming ]

Fire!

Marie-Loup.

Marie-Loup:
Acoona...

[ speaking foreign language ]

Acoona!

France, come.

France:
Acoona!

Come, my love.
Come.

[ women sobbing ]

France:
Acoona.

- Man: It's too heavy.
- Acoona.

[ distant explosions ]

Talk to me.
Say something.

[ grunting ]

Acoona.

[ speaking foreign language ]

Acoona.

Acoona.

[ speaking foreign language ]

What can I do
to forget?

Don't even try.

If you forget her,
that means she died
for nothing.

I'd rather not think
about her anymore.

Then it would
stop hurting.

That's not the way
it works.

How does it work?

You can keep Acoona alive
in your heart.

That way,
you can talk to her

and tell her
how sad you feel.

Sometimes I feel
angry with her.

You can tell her
that too.

She'll understand.

I love it when we talk
like this.

So do I.

When you were
in my tummy,

you and I--
we were the same.

And then
when you were born,

you became
someone else.

Did it make you
feel sad?

At first,

because I didn't know
I could feel even
closer to you.

Like now.

I love you so much.

To be honest, monsieur,

only yesterday
I'd have lent half an ear

to Monsieur de Vaudreuil's
request.

But the news I received
early this morning

has thrown another light
on your undertaking.

News from Canada, madame?

A defeat for our troops
at the gates of Quebec

and glory
for General Wolfe--

posthumous glory.

Apparently he recited a poem
on the battlefield.

[ laughter ]

- You're very silent.
- Yes.

I'm thinking of the people
I left behind.

Waging two wars
at once--

one in Europe

and the other one
in America.

People in Quebec
may not realize it,

but the financial situation
in France

has been put
under dire pressure,

with times
as they are.

I'm sure it has.

I can't make head or tail
of England's calculations.

They're spending
more money

tearing Canada
from us by force

than the colony
will ever bring in.

And our spies
inform us

that they're preparing
another attack.

Madame, it's not too late
to save Nouvelle-France.

Military reinforcements
are not the only solution.

There is another way
that is just as crucial.

Dismiss the crooks
and the bunglers governing
the colony immediately.

[ laughing ]

Eliminate the bunglers

from the positions
of power.

Sheer genocide.

Seriously, monsieur,
I know for a fact

that our garrison
in Montreal

can hold out
indefinitely

against English
provocations.

The English--

for a long time I believed
they were Canada's
main enemies.

They're the most visible,
that's for sure,

which makes them
the least dangerous.

I'm very grateful to you
for pointing this out to me.

My compliments, madame.

My brothers and sisters,

my friends,

the war is over.

Governor Vaudreuil
has signed

the colony's surrender
in Montreal.

The English have pledged
their word

to respect
the inhabitants' rights

to their property
and their goods.

The Catholic religion
may be worshipped freely

and the inhabitants
can gather in churches

and receive
the sacraments

with nothing to fear.

In exchange,

the mission
of the clergy

is to promote
good relations
with the conquerors

and respect
for their authority.

Nouvelle-France

is no more.

Aren't you going
to bed?

I'm not sleepy.

Because of François?

Do you still talk
to him?

In your heart,
I mean.

No.

I've stopped
talking to him.

I'm doing everything I can
to forget him.

Doesn't seem
to be working.

If I could go back
inside your tummy

all tiny again, I would.

Then you'd never feel
lonely anymore.

And we could start
all over again.

[ dance music playing ]

Have we fallen out?

Why don't you come
to warm my bed anymore?

Bonne Année!

Men:
Happy New Year!

- Happy New Year.
- Happy New Year, Maman.

He's not for us.

You don't seem to be
in a party mood.

Here, something for you.

He needs looking after
as well.

I don't like cats.

I know you still
think of him.

You've lost your lover.

And I've lost
my best friend.

He can't be alive anymore.

Otherwise we'd have
heard from him.

There's no other
explanation.

Let me take care of you.

Marry me.

I'll talk
to your father.

Say what you have to say,
Xavier Maillard.

But I warn you,
the pittance you earn

pen-pushing for the English
is not enough to support
a family.

So if this is
about my daughter,

my answer is no.

You're right.

I'm going to ask you
for her hand.

But your answer
will be yes.

You drink and
you live a wild life.

Giving you my daughter
will disgrace my name.

[ chuckling ]

Miller Carignan's
reputation--

tell me about it.

Bigot and his henchmen
have been thrown into
the Bastille.

Did you know that?

Your name has come up
in several statements

along with your associate,
old le Gardeur.

It would be a real shame

if those documents started
circulating in Quebec.

Right?

Times are hard,

my friend.

About her dowry--

it's not the moment
to be greedy.

You're not going to
marry him, are you?

Life is hard
in this country.

Especially for a woman
on her own.

You'll be leaving home
in a few years' time.

Don't deny it.
I know you will.

But I don't want
to be on my own.

But you'll be
on your own with him.

You frighten me
sometimes.

You're growing up
too fast.

Not fast enough to stop you
from doing something silly.

Father Blondeau:
Marie Madeleine
Joseph Suzanne Carignan,

do you take
Xavier Thomas Maillard

as your lawful
wedded husband

and promise to love,

cherish

and obey him
before God?

If you consent, say,

"I do."

Yes, I do.

[ wind whistling ]

God, you're beautiful.

I've wanted you
for so long, Marie.

And you knew it.

I'm capable
of loving you truly.

And you, Marie?

Are you willing
to be mine forever?

If you want me,

you'll have to
make me yours first.

[ sobbing ]

[ chickens clucking ]

[ yells ]

- Cheep, cheep, cheep!
- [ chickens clucking ]

Cheep, cheep, cheep,
cheep, cheep!

[ speaking foreign language ]

[ screeching ]

[ mouths ]

Amour, amour.

I was so afraid
you'd forget me.

You made me
lose count.

So the savages
didn't keep you?

They can't be as stupid
as they seem.

All that for the hog?
It's a good price.

Except you'll take
half of it off me.

I must have been drunk

when I signed
that damn contract.

Keep the lot,
for all I care.

You drink too much.

We can't go on
like this.

We must separate.

We should never
have gotten married.

I don't love you.
I've never loved you.

We'll go and see
the priest.

He'll understand.

Marie-Loup.

For the love of God,

what's happened?

- Don't touch me.
- Oh, no.

Calm down, Marie-Loup.

- Did Maillard do that?
- Surprised?

At least he didn't
strike me in the back.

What do you mean?
He came to see me.

He's been looking
everywhere for you.

He said you've refused him
his rights for months.

Yes, I have.
He disgusts me.

Conjugal duty is sacred,
my child.

I'm not your child.

Isn't your own sin
mortal?

I've known you all my life.
You've baptized me.

But you took advantage
of my ignorance.

You lied to me,
lied blatantly,

here in front of the altar,
before God!

So he's come back.

Forgive me.

Forgiving you
won't wipe out the harm
you've done me.

I want a separation

and my share
of the property back.

- You'll help me.
- I don't have the right.

Resign yourself,
Marie-Loup.

Maillard has his faults,
but he is your husband.

You must obey
and respect him.

Go to hell, Father!

Father Blondeau
lent it to me.

I can only understand
half of it,

but that
doesn't matter.

Just half makes me want
to fly up and away.

Does it hurt?

I'm going to tell you
a secret,

a real secret.

He's come back.

François?

He's asked me
to go away with him

and to bring you
with us, if you like.

Why did he say that?
Of course I want to.

We'll meet him
tomorrow.

Don't tell anyone,
not even Grandma.

And pack your things.
We won't be back
for a long time.

What about Xavier?
Won't he stop us?

François will cut
through the woods.

We'll wait for him
at L'Anse-aux-Rochers.

Whoa, whoa.

Well, we'll wait
for him here.

[ horse neighing ]

You'll never have
the Carignan girl.

[ screaming ]

The wolves are
all you're good for now.

You're dead meat!

[ horse neighs ]

- [ chickens clucking ]
- [ fly buzzing ]

[ Xavier groaning ]

Leave, now.

If you ever come back,
I'll kill you.

You'll never see your
handsome lover again.

- Cuckold's honor.
- What did you say?

You heard me.

- Leave.
- Go away! Go away!

Filthy little brat.

I hate you both.

You'll pay for this.

- [ man chanting ]
- [ kids chattering ]

- [ man chanting ]
- [ bones clattering ]

Marie-Loup?

It's me-- Mélodie.

[ pigs squealing ]

[ screams ]

So...

he was found dead
in the stable...

with head wounds.

Blows from the horse's
hooves, maybe.

- You weren't there?
- No.

Maillard was blind drunk
yesterday.

You can see the result.

I was scared
that he'd start again,

so I came
to spend the night here
with my daughter.

I found this
in your house.

I couldn't ask
for your permission,
as you weren't there.

It's his hair.

It looks like it.

But if your husband
died in the stable,

who brought this
into the house?

That's what
I'd like to know.

Mm-hmm.

If it's not
inconvenient for you,
Monsieur Carignan,

I'll have the body
brought here
for the wake.

I've put her to bed.
We've got to do something.

The children
have been shouting
terrible things at her.

They even threw stones
at her.

Mélodie.

Can you do me a favor?

Anything you like.

Go and get my aunt
at the hospice--

the nun. You know her.
Tell her I need her.

It's urgent.

Don't worry.

[ thunder rumbling ]

They say you slept
with the devil to have me.

And that's
just a start.

People are so cruel.

I love you.

[ singing in foreign language ]

[ rain pattering ]

- Thank you.
- Anytime.

Come, my angel.

You'll be fine.
You'll see.

My poor child.

We've got to think
about you now.

There are prayers
against wickedness,

but I don't know any
against stupidity.

They've turned on me
as if I was a stranger.

- But I'm one of them.
- Oh, no, you're not.

You're from very
different stock.

[ breathing heavily ]

They've accused your father
of killing your husband.

We've got to do
something.

You have no right
to do this.

He didn't do anything.
It was an accident.

Are you Marie, the late
Xavier Maillard's widow?

You are charged
with aiding and abetting
your late husband's murder.

Carry on.

Make him see sense.

Just because you're
wearing their uniform,

it doesn't mean
you're not one of us.

No, no, no.

No, no.

No.

I saw them leaving
the mill at sunup.

Whom did you see
leaving?

Him, with her,

even though
they were hurrying
so no one would see them.

You saw them
leave together.

Then what?

I saw them
come back

right after they'd done
their dirty work.

Did you see the accused
carrying out what you call
their dirty work?

How could I?
I was in the mill.

The jury
will disregard

that last declaration
of the witness.

Mademoiselle Grandjean,
can you give us any facts

to prove that
the defendants

intended to harm
Monsieur Maillard?

Harm him?
They wanted to do him in.

The day before,
Marie-Loup came around,

whining that her husband
had beaten her up.

I heard him
with my own eyes.

[ laughter ]

We got on all right.

I'm talking about
an intimate relationship.

The groom, Dieudonné,
says in his statement

that he saw you,

and these are
his exact words:

"Do the beast
with two backs in the barn
with Monsieur Maillard."

It was just to help him.

He-- he thought
he couldn't do it anymore

because the witch
had cast a spell on his
private parts.

The witch?
What witch?

Over there.

The she-devil.

That's how she does it.

She stares at us with those white eyes of hers.

No. No.

Stop her.

Don't-- don't let her.

She sets my blood
boiling!

[ crowd exclaiming ]

Good God.

Thank you.

What for?

You asked to see me.

I came with
the secret hope

that you'd
forgiven me.

Hope?

I have no more hope.

I'm ready to hear
your confession.

Well, I'm not ready
to confess.

It was an excuse
to get you here.

Can I ask you to give this
to the mother superior
at the home?

It's for my daughter.

Nobody knows she's there.

You know how sensitive
she is.

She must be kept away
from all these horrors.

Confession is not
the most important thing.

You just have to
say you are sorry
from your heart

and I can give you
your absolution.

You think
I've killed him too.

That's not for me to say,
thank God.

But why does your father
refuse to speak?

His testimony could
change everything.

If only you could
make him see sense.

What does it mean--
"make him see sense"?

The less he says,
the better.

I'd rather he stay
stubborn as a mule.

I don't understand you,
Marie-Loup.

Good.

Is that a prayer book,
France?

Yes, Aunt.

Ah.

Read me one, then.

"She was from a world
where the greatest beauty

has the harshest destiny.

She was a rose,
living like a rose,

for a brief morning."

That's not really
a prayer.

Yes, Aunt.

When God hears that,
it makes Him think.

He's not the only one.

Here, it's for you.

They claim
that the victim's wounds

were caused when his horse
trampled on him.

It's possible,
but highly unlikely.

In my opinion,
the wounds were caused

by a sharp instrument.

An ax, for instance.

[ crowd murmuring ]

François.

This is incredible.

I thought
you were dead.

And you could be too,
if your face is anything
to go by.

I don't want
to bother you,

but to be quite honest,

I don't know anyone
in Quebec now.

Can you help me?

- You still love her?
- Yes.

I still love her, yes.

Have you asked
to see the judge?

Do you think
he'd receive me?

I need someone
to speak for me.

I know someone who could
influence the court.

- Who?
- Governor Murray.

But we must
take you in hand first,
and we'll have to move fast.

You don't have much time
left to help her.

We can't hear you.
Speak louder.

She came in

and woke me up
at dawn.

She said something bad
had happened.

She wanted me
to go and see.

You went to her house
with her?

We went to see Maillard

in the stables.

He was dead,
I'm sure of it,

but not cold.

And what did you
do next?

We went back
to the mill.

Marie-Loup was afraid

people would think
she'd killed him.

So...

she asked me to--

What?
Speak louder, please.

Did your daughter
lead you to believe

that she was responsible
for the death of her husband?

I can't say.

I asked her,

"What really happened?"

And she said,

"He had it coming.

He got
what he deserved."

One can never be
too careful.

I understand you wanted
to shed some light
on a certain case.

Yes.

It's about Marie Carignan.

The woman is innocent.

Innocent?

Isn't that rather
a contradiction in terms?

This will surprise you, but,
contrary to popular opinion,

I don't believe
the defendant is guilty.

And you're right.
Maillard and a man
called Lavigueur

ambushed me in the woods
behind the mill.

I fought back and I left
Lavigueur's body there

with my dagger
in his belly.

I wounded Maillard,
but he got away.

So I followed him
and I finished him off
in his stable.

You see?

Why wasn't the judge
informed?

I've always wanted to know
who this dagger belonged to.

Thank you.

Been looking for a reason
to get you out of Quebec

and now you've served me
one up on a plate.

You deserve to go
to the gallows

with the wretch you're
willing to sacrifice
everything for.

A short spell
in Salières penal colony

will help you think straight
and forget her.

What happens to me

doesn't matter.

You're a gentleman,
Governor Murray.

You can't hang a woman
when you know she's
innocent.

We brought peace to this
colony when we got rid
of the French.

We have the clergy
to thank for the large
part of it.

For reasons I don't know,
the Episcopal authorities
are favorable

to the witch
being condemned.

The life of an illiterate
little Canadian girl

is a negligible price
to pay for the church's
wholehearted collaboration

with the state policies,
wouldn't you say?

Take him down!

Judge:
Guilty of the charge
of murder.

Therefore the court
sentences her

to be locked
in an iron cage

and hung
by the neck

at the close of day
until she dies.

- [ murmuring ]
- Silence in the court!

Does the accused
have anything to say?

Yes, Your Honor.

My father
spoke the truth.

I killed my husband
Xavier Maillard

to put an end
to his brutality.

May justice be done.

[ gavel strikes ]

Maman.

Why do you care
so much?

This little peasant
means nothing to you.

She has three days
left to live.

She's confessed
to her crime.

She only confessed
after she's been tried
and found guilty.

What did she have
to gain by it?

Why break a silence
that leaves room
for doubt?

Feminine logic
has never been one of my
strong points, madam.

Nevertheless, I've disliked
this trial from the start.

I'm in a hurry
to turn the page.

Does that mean--?

Three minutes to say goodbye.
That's two minutes too many.

Put them down on my
account, will you?

[ crowd shouting ]

Maman.

Maman.

Maman!

Maman!

Maman! Maman!
Non, Maman!

- Darling, come here.
- No, no, no! Maman!

I beg you,
Marie-Loup.

You'll die in a state
of mortal sin.

For the love of God,

my child, confess.

I can't.

I can't.

[ sobbing ]

Father Blondeau:
Why did she refuse

absolution?

Why?

But she's not here.

And

no one can answer

in her place.

No one.

I can.

Make one sound

and I'll kill you.

Maman! Maman!

So it was you,

my poor child.

Now I can die

knowing the truth.

Your mother

protected you

all the way
to the gallows.

Pray to God to save

a little place for me

up there

at her side.

[ François' voice ]
Marie,

I hear your voice
in the whisper of the wind,

the murmur
of the river

and the song
of the birds.

You're in my heart
forever.

The wonder
will never fade.

Did you say something,
Father?

No, nothing.

I talk to her too,

every day
the good Lord gives us.

[ slow song playing ]

[ woman singing in French ]

[ instrumental music playing ]