All language subtitles for Battle Of The Brave

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.

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.

Here.

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.

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...

...10 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.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

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 half 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?

Come here, you little savage!

Move! Get away!

No!

Is that splendid decoration
for your courage?

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

He's got a knife!

That's enough.

Carry on.

Go back to where you came from.

- You like her, huh?
- Yes.

Good.

Go now.

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.
- 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.

Payment in advance.

I have love potions too.

Has anyone ever told you
what beautiful eyes you have?

Yes.

- 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.

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.

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?

It's done.

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.

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.

I love you, you know?

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

I love you. I love you.

- Tell me again.
- I love you. I love you. 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
to take their place in society.

Especially now, your heritage
will attract them like flies.

Do you think any of those girls would
have risked their lives for a savage?

You haven't changed.

I have a very important message
for you.

Intendant Bigot wants to meet you.
Tomorrow night.

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.

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.

- 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...

...especially when he sees you.

We're going to have a big storm.

I love that.

Go home, all of you.

You're attracting the evil eye.

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 6.

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?

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.

He never went in deep enough.

He never went deep enough?

- Yes.
- Calm. Calm. Calm yourself.

The night is for sleeping,
François.

I never knew you were
so hard-working.

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.

I'm going to have to pass.

I pass as well, I guess.

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.

Good evening.

- Gentlemen.
- 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 interest.

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?

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

So as far as the colonies
are concerned...

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.

Good night, François.

Go.

Here is the minister now.

Good day, Mr. Pitt.

I always knew Mr. Franklin...

...as the American colony's
illustrious representative.

I had no idea
he was a remarkable inventor too.

You can see
both near and far with them.

Ingenious, what?

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.

That is why we must continue
the action...

...your army began at Arcady
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.

- 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.

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.

- 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.

You saw her at the market
the other day.

Bigot's asked me to give her to him
for the intendant's ball.

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.

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.

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 will 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.

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

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

Welcome!

- Hi, Grandma.
- My dear.

Look. I found you some
sarsaparilla roots.

Oh, they're nice. Thank you.

Hello, Father.

- Hello, 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.

You know she hasn't been baptized.

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.

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.

Shame on you, Basile Lavigueur!

- Good Lord. He's really cured.
- Lf you don't want to go to hell...

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

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'll end up
with a revolt on his hands.

Now go. Go!

Let me through. Let me through.

- Let me through.
- Go back home!

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.

Go ahead. Show me.

You're very brave.

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.

I remember catching you
off balance.

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

...who has guts and a heart.

Really?

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. 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.

Calm down, general.

Quebec must be taken
before the river freezes.

I will take Louisburg...

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

If the city refuses to give in...

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

I will burn their crops
upstream and downstream.

I'll destroy the farms and livestock.

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

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 marquises.

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?

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.

- You are beautiful.
- So are you.

Come. I'll show you around.

He recognized you,
and the dress too.

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

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 forget
that the Marquis de Vaudreuil...

...has authority over Bigot.

Come.

You know where to take her.

Make sure she's ready for me.
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.

Your attention, please.

Look. Look.

Guard? Look.

Wonderful.

Scissors? Scissors?

Bravo.

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've nothing to be proud about.

No.

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

But I am my own person.

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 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.

- 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.

Don't go any further, François.

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.

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-aux-Foulons...

...at the foot of the white cross.

Be very careful...

...and don't tell anyone.

I love you, Marie-Loup.

What is it?

What's wrong, my child?

I need your help.

"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-aux-Foulons...

...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.

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 soldiers are massacred...

...for a cause that is lost.

Did you read the registers
before handing them 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.

Tell her...

Tell her I love her...

...despite herself
and despite myself.

I love her too...

...despite herself...

...despite myself.

Order.

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.

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

God save the king!

Clear the way!

- Hold the line!
- Ready?

Number one, fire!

Ready, set, fire!

Number three, ready!

- Ready?
- Number three.

Fire!

Number one ready, sir.

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.

Charge it!

Priming.

- Ready to fire?
- Ready!

Fire!

Fire!

Marie-Loup.

Acoona!

Acoona!

France! Come.

Acoona!

Come, my love. Come.

Acoona!

Acoona!

Acoona!

Acoona.

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 I 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.

- 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.

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 believe
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.

Francois

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.

Have we fallen out?

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

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.

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 gonna 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 wanna 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.

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.

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.

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.

I want a separation...

...and my share
of the property back.

- You'll help me.
- I don't have that 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.

Well...

...we'll wait for him here.

You'll never have the Carignan girl.

The wolves
are all you're good for now.

You're dead meat!

Leave. Now.

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

You will 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.

Marie-Loup?

It's me.

Mélodie.

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 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.

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 get my aunt at the hospice.

The nun, you know her.

Tell her I need her.

- It's urgent.
- Don't worry.

They say you slept with the devil
to have me.

And that's just a start.

People are so cruel.

I love you.

- 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.

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

Carry on.

Make him see sense.

Because you're wearing their uniform,
it doesn't mean you're not one of us.

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.

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 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!

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.

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.

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 wanna 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?
- Gouverneur 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,
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 Salieres penal colony...

...will help you think straight...

...and forget her.

What happens to me...

...doesn't matter.

You're a gentleman,
Gouverneur Murray.

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

We brought peace
when we got rid of the French.

We have the clergy
to thank for 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 collaboration...

...with the state policies,
wouldn't you say?

Take him down!

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.

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.

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?

- No, Maman!
- France.

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.

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.

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.

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.