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(dramatic music)

Don't stop.

Drive on, for god's sake, drive on!

What's happened to the other carriage?

My daughter, she was just behind us.

Is she alright?

Are there any causalities?

Many dead, it's horrible.

(ominous music)

Hortense.

What is it, Murat?

They're safe, they're safe.

You can't stay here.

Soldiers, stay with us.

Mama!

I need to know who was driving the cart.

She's there.

The providence was protecting you.

I didn't appoint providence
as minister of police,

Fouche, it's you.

I will know who's the
culprits are within a week.

Until then, you may show yourself.

Give the people the impression
that you are invulnerable.

The curtain rises at
the opera in 30 minutes.

I'll be there.

How old do you think she was?

Why do children always look younger?

Gather up the remains of the horse.

The poor are begging for the meat, sir.

It's not meat, it's evidence.

Go!

My men showed this sketch

of the horse to every dealer in Paris.

One of them thought he remembered
the man who he sold it to.

A Royalist agitator.

So you conclude the crime was signed?

Without a doubt.

The Royalists claim to be inspired by God.

They would never have picked Christmas Eve

to carry out such a dreadful crime,

and they would never have
sacrificed an innocent child.

They feel their crimes
committed in the name of God.

Why would the Royalists want me dead?

I've put an end to the
extremes of the Revolution.

Priests are no longer persecuted

and the emigrant have been pardoned.

No, look for the culprit among
those anarchists and rebels.

Those who long for the return
of the reign of terror.

The Jacobins.

The Jacobins are political
opponents, not assassins.

Oh really?

But who sent Louis the
16th and Marie Antoinette

to the guillotine?

After murdering a king and queen,

why should they think twice about me?

Louis 16 and his
Austrian woman were tried

then condemned by the Supreme Tribunal.

Their execution was perfectly legal.

There is no connection between
that and the brutality.

It's enough, Fouche.

If you don't agree with me, then go.

I can manage very well
without a minister of police.

I'll create my own police
force and run it myself.

And how will you justify my dismissal?

Justify?

To the people?

Do you really believe the
people are going to miss you?

The people won't, but you will.

(ominous music)

Ah, Monsieur Fouche, we've
been looking for you, sir.

We've had some information
about the assassination attempt.

The Rue Saint-Nicaise.

I'm no longer in charge
of that case, or any other.

The First Consul will be dealing

with these matters himself from now on.

But we've just arrested
the man who bought the horse,

he's called uh, Carbon.

Francois Joseph Carbon.

A Jacobin?

A Royalist.

Aren't you going to tell the First Consul?

The First Consul can go to hell.

When I think that this is
how France has ended up

after the Revolution with
that puffed up arrogant

little man, makes me appreciate
the terrorist point of view.

Sire, the names of all the people

involved in the assassination attempt

on the Rue Saint-Nicaise

and the confirmation
that they were Royalists.

Fouche was right.

Yes, I seem to remember saying

at the time his disgrace was unwarranted.

The man who set the bomb was
guillotined this morning,

all the others have been
arrested and interrogated

and we discovered this
was just the first step

in a plot to eliminate you and instal

the Prince of Bourbon
as the ruler of France.

Which Prince?

That fat pig who calls
himself Louis the 18th?

No, he's too old and too
feeble for such an adventure.

Yes, but why not his
brother, the Count de'Etoi?

He fled to England and he might've

found money and support there.

It's possible.

The British are always enthusiastic

when it's a question of getting rid of me.

But de' Etoi, he doesn't have the spirit,

he's too timid and so stupid.

Of course you're right.

I think we must look for someone younger,

more hot blooded, possibly even insane.

Why not the Duke d'Enghien?

Louis 16th's cousin?

He meets all the criteria.

He's a Bourbon, he's dashing
enough to please the people,

he's sophisticated enough
to please the nobility.

And the return to royalty
is a sacred crusade for him.

Recently he's emigrated to
Ettenheim in the Dutchy Bay

Which leaves him free to plot in peace.

The Dutchy of Bay it is a sovereign state

and organised under his protection.

Yes, but I wouldn't call
him completely unreachable.

Ettenheim is only a few leagues
away from the French border.

A kidnapping?

That's possible.

But there would be a hell of a racket

in the courts of Europe.

And what you lose in foreign
affairs, you make up at home.

Even the most fervent
revolutionaries would applaud

your decision to be firm with
the henchmen of the monarchy.

Support from such men leaves me cold.

They've shed too much blood.

They voted for the king's death.

Yes.

And I wonder, what would you have done?

I don't know.

Of course you know.

The Revolution was irresistible,

you would've done much the same as I did.

You can't fight a tidal wave,
and you needn't worry about

this business with the Duke d'Enghien

ending up like the
butchery of Louis the 16h.

He shouldn't come to any
harm not necessarily.

But of course that's up to
you and only you to decide.

(dramatic music)

Talleyrand.

Yes, Citizen First Consul?

Who in your opinion is tactful enough

to arrest d'Enghien and
bring him back to France?

[Talleyrand] What about
Monsieur de Caulaincort?

How would you like to
approach this, Monsieur?

With style and good manners.

We shall knock politely on the front door.

[Soldier] And what
if he doesn't open it?

In that case, I regret,

I shall be obliged to ask
you to batter it down.

(ominous music)

Go.

(dramatic music)

I'm not saying I don't want
a child, but there is no rush.

I have enough worries with
my brothers and sisters.

Seting them up, arranging the marriages.

It would be better if you didn't get

involved in their marriage.

The match you made between
your brother Louis,

and your wife's daughter is not a success.

Only because Louis won't make an effort.

Hortense is absolutely adorable.

My compliments, Madam.

I beg you to forgive this intrusion

but d'Enghien is in his cell.

How is he?

The prisoner's calm,
fragile, pale, exhausted.

And nonetheless, extremely arrogant?

No, extremely dignified.

He's a Prince of the House of France.

Thank you, you can now go.

Madam.

Bon appetit.

What are you going to do now?

It's for the Tribunal to decide.

That's what Pontius Pilot said.

d'Enghien is not Christ.

I don't care who is,

but you Napoleon, must
not become a murderer.

(ominous music)

[Soldier] Move on.

Roustam.

My carriage, quick, I want to go to.

Oh nevermind, prepare my bath.

(ominous music)

For my fiance.

I don't need you, leave me alone.

(ominous music)

Ready!

On my command!

Aim.

Fire!

(gunshots blasting)

I heard a noise.

Haven't you been to bed?

Look at me.

Why don't you look at me?

You've done it.

You've done the dreadful thing.

Although I begged you not to,

so did your mother, your entire family.

This affair doesn't
concern you or my family.

It's an affair of state.

It concerns the government
of France and me.

You, yes you.

You could've pardoned him.

You didn't need anyone, you
only had to say one word.

One little world.

If he had asked me spare him.

But those Bourbons are so stupidly proud.

Proud, yes.

But innocent.

He wasn't even in France during
the attempt on your life.

His friends were.

And even if they didn't do it in his name,

they did it for him.

This foul deed will
bring a curse upon us.

Sorrow to you and sorrow to me
because I couldn't stop you.

And sorrow to all who
had a hand in this crime!

(dramatic music)

Ah come closer, Talleyrand,
come and admire these marvels.

No one will dare say that my

expedition to Egypt was pointless.

Or that the Duke d'Enghien's
death was an assassination.

No.

The case is closed.

For you, perhaps.

But d'Enghien's execution was

on the agenda for the deputies.

They approve of it, by a large majority.

All of those who voted for
the death of Louis the 16th

consider you one of them now.

They even have a title to propose for you.

Emperor of the French.

It's not a bad idea, of course.

On one condition, to avoid
any possible confusion,

it must never look like a
disguised return to the monarchy.

There will never be a king
in France again, Talleyrand.

I fought and would've given

my life to make France a republic.

But an emperor can be elected,

like the Caesars in ancient Rome.

The Caesars were elected by the senate.

I would want all the citizens

of France to approve my election.

Then let me be the first citizen

in France to offer my approval.

Sire.

Sire.

Sire.

You'll get used to it very quickly.

We'll see.

(dramatic music)

The results of the plebiscite.

A total victory.

Nobody could deny that the French people

want you as their emperor.

And want a member of your
family to succeed you.

What are you doing?

It's obvious, I'm
correcting what is not right.

But it's illegal, and unnecessary.

I mean you have three million
yes against 2,500 no's.

What more do you want?

It's not only the
results that count, Lucien.

The distribution is just as important.

No, the army's tally
is very disappointing.

Only 130,000, there 450,000.

The world will know that my soldiers

came out in force to support me.

That should make it harder for the English

to unite other powers against us.

Now take that to the senate and tell them

that my figures are the ones
to be officially proclaimed.

I continue to think that the truth.

The truth, what truth?

You still have not understood that

power is in the appearance of power.

Absolutely, my dear.

From now on, when you want
to talk to me, you must

address me as His Imperial
Highness, the Grand Elector.

And what about me, your wife?

What am I called?

Oh for god sake, Julie,

you're only the Emperor's sister in-law.

It will we be the last straw
if you have a title while we,

his own sisters, aren't even princesses.

Speak for yourself, Caroline.

I'm a princess.

W ell it's not fair, it really isn't.

Why her, and not us.

Because Pauline married Prince Borghese.

I can't help it if you and Caroline

preferred to marry generals.

My dear Bonaparte, I trust you don't see

my marriage to Caroline as a bad match?

You're my friend, Murat,

and that's worth all
the titles in the world.

When I give my friendship,
I never take it back.

But a crown can be lost.

I would be grateful if you would

stop calling me, my dear Bonaparte.

Remember to say Sire when you address me.

And this goes for all of you.

But it's a family gathering.

The Imperial family, from now on.

All the princes of Europe are watching us

and they can't believe what they see.

Those Bonapartes aspire to
the rank of royal highness

and they are not even aristocrats.

They are barely French.

We will show them we are their equals.

Don't nurse any illusions, Caroline.

If we want those people
to treat us as equals

we must behave as they do.

They will mark us at the tiniest slip.

Doesn't bother me at
all, except that France

and the honour due to
France is at stake for me.

And I'm sure you will never change.

Emperor or not, your white britches

will always be covered with stains.

(laughing)

I don't know what you
do with your britches.

He wipes his pen on them, of course.

(laughing)

Let's discuss my coronation.

It will be the second of December

in the Notre Dame de Paris
with the Pope's blessing.

the Pope?

You want the Pope to come here?

But you don't know what you're
talking about, Napoleon.

You can go to Rome to see the
Pope and receive his blessing.

But he will never come here just for you.

Yes he will.

He owes me a lot.

I drew up the accord that restored peace

between the church and the state.

Without it, there would be
no more religion in France

and God would be just another emigrate.

I see you've planned everything.

Almost everything.

Becoming emperor also
means founding a dynasty.

How will you do that with a woman

who hasn't even bothered
to bear you a child.

I beg you Lucien,

you're talking about
the mother of my wife.

What of it?

We're not talking about
your dear Hortense.

That's enough.

Do you think she would have abandoned me

if I would've lost on the 18th?

If I'd been thrown into
prison or even executed?

No, Lucien.

Josephine would've never abandoned me.

I've decided that she
will be crowned with me.

From now on Josephine will not
only be your daughter in-law,

she will be your empress,
so please take note of it.

It won't stop me thinking of.

You will think in silence,
two paces behind her.

Eavesdropping?

I was just passing by, Sire.

I walk very slowly.

You are minister of my
foreign affairs, Monsieur,

not of my family affairs.

Yes, of course, but I
couldn't help overhearing, Sire.

I fear your brother, Lucien, is correct.

An emperor without an heir

is in an extremely tenuous position.

A successful attempt on his
life can annihilate everything.

Not just the man, but his work.

Sire, I think you should
take all the time you need,

you will find a delicate
way of explaining it to her.

Explaining it to her is not the problem.

I love her.

That is the problem.

(upbeat music)

The roads are no more.

Perfect.

the Pope will think we've run
into him totally by chance.

I cannot let him imagine that I would

make an effort to meet him.

I owe him no more respect than
I do to any petty little kid.

The procession is coming, Sire.

Gentlemen remember, we
are out here hunting wolves.

Excuse this dreadful mud, Holy Father,

but it's been raining so much lately.

I've always wondered if a pope,

like his divine master,
could walk on water.

Well I cannot, evidently.

But I do have other powers.

Such as crowning me emperor.

Yes, and also marrying you.

Marrying me, but I am married.

During our long and tedious journey,

one of my cardinals told me that you

and the future empress have
not been united before God.

Well that may be true,

but our civil marriage is no less valid.

To me it is meaningless.

But rest assured,

I shall be delighted to
bless your union before God.

I have no intention of
getting married a second time.

Well unfortunately I cannot crown a man

emperor who is living in a state of sin.

Very well.

But a discrete ceremony
without unnecessary witnesses.

When one has the Pope
as a witness, Sire,

no one else is necessary.

Please.

Take my hand.

Yes.

[Pope] Push, push, push, harder.

Good, very good.

Au revoir.

(dramatic music)

I'm having the cathedral
entirely redecorated.

My idea is to transform Notre Dame

into a Greco Roman temple.

That is to say pagan.

That is to say spectacular.

Isabey, you have depicted me

as smaller than Monsieur Talleyrand.

Well Sire, I was merely
respecting nature's proportions.

A man's scale is
determined by his destiny,

not by nature, Monsieur.

Of course, Sire.

So you will stand here.

And you will be over there?

I fear that my arm will
not be long enough.

For what?

To put the crown on your head.

It will not be necessary.

I intend to crown myself.

Then why am I here?

To bless my reign.

Who exactly are you asking
to bless your reign, Sire?

Almighty God, or his humble
deputy on Earth, the Pope?

Humble?

Is that the world you use to describe

the thunder of organ
music, clouds of incense,

altars full of flowers,
robes trimmed with gold?

Sire, you confuse God with religion.

On the contrary, I separate them.

On the one hand, a fury God,

on the other, a servitude, religion.

It gives human society a framework.

People would have no reference
points without religion,

we saw the results of that
when during the Revolution

the churches were looted and
the priests, guillotined.

The country toppled into an archaic chaos

and madness of the reign of terror.

You can do without God,
but not without religion.

Do without God?

Can you live without faith in
the immortality of your soul?

Without belief in the everlasting life?

If you had ever been on a battlefield,

you would not believe in God either.

But I spend all my days

and all my nights on a battlefield, Sire.

The whole world is a battlefield.

And every man who suffers
is a terrible defeat for me.

Place the crown on your own
brow if that is what you wish,

I will pray it does not become
to heavy for you to bear.

Have you ever regretted being Pope?

It terrifies me, Sire,
every day that God gives.

(dramatic organ music)

[Josephine] You may leave us.

My god, you're beautiful.

Not a day over 25.

It's makeup.

A painter invented it
and helped me put it on

working highlights and shadows
as if I were a masterpiece.

You are.

Your masterpiece, then.

A masterpiece of your love.

May I have your permission to say that?

Do you doubt it?

Not when you look at me like that.

Not when we're alone, just the two of us.

It's the other people who
frighten me and spoil everything.

The people I'm giving
every excuse to hate me.

The trick is not to see them.

Keep your eyes on me.

[Josephine] But I won't be able to

at the most important
moment, when I lower my head.

Then remember that my
eyes will always be on you.

(dramatic music)

You've captured the Pope perfectly.

He looks as if he'd been made

to sit for you and forbidden to move.

How bored he seems, poor fellow.

All he could see from his position

was the back of your coat.

Where is my mother?

Well nowhere, Sire.

Since your dear mother preferred

not to be present at the ceremony.

Because she couldn't bear the idea

of seeing Josephine glorified.

A cat fight.

But history will never understand

why she was absent at such a vital moment.

Here maybe?

Paint her right here.

Make her easy to see.

Give her a beautiful dress and
see that she looks radiant.

Sire, I don't know if your
dear mother would appreciate.

She'll be furious.

She's very stubborn like
everyone else in the family,

but with time she will be grateful

that I saved her from appearing so petty.

Good work, the painting is beautiful.

When do you think it's
going to be finished?

Well Sire, it takes time, you know.

Three years, maybe two.

Soon this empty sea will be covered with

ships full of men, horses, and cannons.

Head west, if God grants
me favourable winds,

I'll be in England in six hours time.

It's not just a question of winds,

the English fleet is out to
sea and our landing boats are.

The Admiral will be here soon.

He's sailing from Spain with 74 war ships.

The English are barely 50.

This mass won't take long to sail.

We may have God on our side,
but the English have Nelson.

Nelson, Nelson?

What is this Nelson?

Little man perched on the lamp of wood

that is called a boat.

Well Murat, boats can be sank.

(distant drumming)

[Soldier] Convicted
of spying for England,

they are condemned to
be shot by firing squad.

Soldiers present arms.

Aim, fire.

(bullets crackling)

If blood must be shed, it's
time it was English blood.

The population of Boulogne is.

What does the population
of Boulogne go to say?

I've had 200,000 men stationed

at the city gates for over a year.

The wine merchants and whores
must have made a fortune.

True.

The army stinks of wine and ass.

Don't worry, Murat,

it will soon be stinking of gun powder.

(drumming loudly)

Sire, perhaps you can put your maps

of England away for the time being.

Are you bringing news
of Admiral Deville Nouve?

I am, Sire.

Mr. Deville Nouve has judged
his squadrons too vulnerable

and his sailors too ill
prepared to face Admiral Nelson.

He prefers to wait, Sire.

Hiding behind a rock
like a frightened child.

Coward, idiot.

Does he realise what he's done?

Without his ships I'm stranded
here like a legless cripple.

Sire, perhaps it's best if
we're not crossing the channel

because the English have also
convinced both the Russians

and the Austrians to
attack us from the east

while our army is
occupied here in the west.

A sound strategy, if rather English.

The English forget that
my strength is speed.

In 20 days I will be in
the heart of Germany.

Murat, change of plan.

Alert the bugle to sound the call.

We will leave at once,

30 miles a day, five
minute pause every hour.

I want drummers at the head and tail

and drumming without a break
to fire the men with courage.

They won't lack courage
if you are with them.

I will not be with them,
I will be at the opera,

theatre, and balls, and on hunting trips.

I must spook them off the scent.

If I'm seen in Paris,
the enemy won't imagine

that my army is racing to meet them.

I know gentlemen, no one
has ever seen 200,000 men

with all their equipment
accomplish such a feat.

That is the key to our victory is because

it seems impossible that
we are going to do it.

And that's why from now on the army

will be known as the Grand Army.

(dramatic music)

It's here the game will be played.

Once Austria and Russia are
crushed, then on with Prussia,

should she be tempted to join in the game.

I will rule Europe and
England can rot in our lair.

You're in luck, Fouche.

Returning to politics just
as things are going well.

Apart from one detail, Sire.

The states coffers are empty.

I shall fill them.

Winning the war means making a fortune.

Before we can win it,
Sire, we must declare it.

Your army is ready but
there has been no battle.

Fine, we will attack.

We have avoided suspicion long enough.

I'm joining the troops.

Ow.

I've delivered you from an enemy.

A scout.

The main army will be here soon.

Don't be afraid, we'll face it together.

Together.

I will be old long before you.

I may be dead before you.

[Josephine] Shh.

I have a war to win, and I'm needed.

So get up Josephine, we are leaving now.

We?

Yes.

When the men see you travelling with us,

they will think that the war
won't be too long and brutal.

It's very important for the morale.

You calculate everything.

I try.

Have you ever made love

in a coach driving through the night?

(dramatic music)

You poor thing, you're drenched.

Roustam will prepare a
hot bath for me at the camp.

You know that cures me of everything.

I hope of not being separated from me.

I want you to write to
me once a day at least.

Twice will be better.

Now listen carefully, if
anything should happen to me,

you will be regent until.

Until your son will be
of age to succeed you.

My son?

You took me with such
passion last night,

I wouldn't be surprised if you'd
given me a beautiful child.

If anything happens to
me, I will be succeeded

by Hortense and Louis son, a Bonaparte.

You see, I've done it all.

Are you going to come back to me?

I can't live without you.

(dramatic music)

Sire, a place to sleep
here, very bad everywhere.

This house, the best.

It will do, prepare my bath, I'm frozen.

It will be awhile before
you can warm your toes, Sire.

Your tub is far behind us,

stuck with the rest of the waggons.

Not to worry, Sire.

Roustam fix something for Majesty.

Good.

I've never felt so cold in my life.

What is this, exactly?

Sire, it's for pigs.

But Roustam washed it before.

The Emperor of the
French in a pig trough.

On the day of the coronation
as we are walking into the

cathedral, I said to Joseph,
if our father could see us now.

Well, if my brothers could see me tonight.

Look, look, eggs.

Beautiful eggs.

This is all I could find.

Not bad, huh?

Not too bad.

I tried to catch the hen for you,

but she didn't care to be caught.

And while I was chasing
her, I slipped in the mud,

terribly sorry about the smell.

You do smell disgusting.

But we will miss the stink of manure

when we smell the stench
of death, so give you eggs

to Roustam, he will
make us a fine omelette.

And get in the water, it's still hot.

I'm still just as cold.

Do you have a fever?

No, no, it's not that,

it's more like if I had drank too much.

Everything is going around.

The walls are spinning.

I'm choking.

Help.

Napoleon.

He needs a doctor.

Do you have a fever.

I feel better now, Roustam.

If you'll kindly stop ripping off my skin.

No, no, no, no.

Don't get up until we know what's wrong.

I've sent for the army surgeon,
he's going to examine you.

Perhaps bleeding would be useful.

Oh bleeding, never.

I only shed blood when
I'm on the battlefield.

Well Roustam, where is our omelette?

Oh you're hungry?

It's a sign you are better.

Wait 'til you see me sucking the marrow

from Austria's bones and
grinding Russian into a pate.

I shall the English good reason
to call me Boney the Arguer.

Gentlemen, let this be quite clear.

I'm not ill, I didn't feel faint.

If any one of you should
make the slightest reference

to this passing weakness,
I shall consider he has

betrayed me and I only know
one way to punish traitors.

Yes, with a dozen bullets.

Plus my contempt.

(dramatic music)

I will be the first to take position.

I want to force the
Austrians and the Russians

to fight where I decide.

We will be on high ground, of course.

Perhaps you, Caulaincourt.

Wanting to look down on people
because you are marching.

Sire, all the military
handbooks agree that the most

favourable position for a
battle is on high ground.

The authors of those handbooks
are not where we are today.

By the way, where are we.

Austerlitz, Sire.

Well gentlemen, Austerlitz will prove

Caulaincourt's beloved handbooks wrong.

We will give the high ground
to our opponents this time.

I will let them occupy
the plateau of Pratzen.

So they can swoop down on us?

No, so they think they
can swoop down on us.

The road to Vienna, my
friends, we control it.

So let's try to think from
the enemies point of view.

In your opinion,

what will he concentrate
his forces on above all?

Taking back the road

and cutting off our line of communication.

Quite right.

Just let them try.

We'll stop them in their tracks.

We'll stop them before
they even make any tracks.

No I stop you, Murat.

We are going to pretend we
are abandoning the road,

as though we are terrified by
the force of the enemies fire.

We'll turn back and retreat.

Thus encouraging the enemy to advance.

That's when he will make his mistake.

To advance, he will have to
withdraw some of his troops

from the plateau of
Pratzen and our right wing

will be waiting at the
foot of the plateau.

They will start by retreating.

Retreating again?

Just enough for the enemy
to fall into the trap,

as it is a trap.

When we feel that our
opponents are confident,

we will stop retreating.

Then Sur will attack
the plateau of Pratzen

while Lan and you Nuelle

will take the lot of them from the rear.

It sounds so simple.

It is simple.

That's why they won't see it coming.

(dramatic music)

Horrible mist, Sire.

No, no, Caulaincourt,
it's a blessed mist.

It'll stop the Austrians and
the Russians spotting our

positions and seeing our
regiments assemble in the plains.

Marbot, take advantage of it

and get closer to Kutuzov's main army.

Very well, Sire.

What about me, Sire?

Give me 10 minutes and I'll
take the plateau Pratzen.

Yes, indeed, I'm counting on it.

Only wait for the mist to lift.

The sun is going to help and
I can feel it is very near.

We understand each other, the sun and I.

Backed the sun before.

Yes, the mist was for the trap,

the sun will be for victory.

It's light will strip
away the enemy's arrogance

when it reveals how close we are.

(men shouting)

The sun, Sire, they
are cheering the sun.

They see it as a good sign.

So do I.

Gentlemen, the Grand Army will attack

and music playing at the head.

We have no more need to hide now.

Shoot?

Ready to lead the charge, Sire.

(cannons booming loudly)

It's always so beautiful
at the beginning.

(dramatic music)

(gun shots blasting)

Your turn, Murat.

Sweep across the plain
with your fifth battalion

and I will be just behind you.

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

All that in one day, Sire?

In a few hours, yes.

20,000 of their men dead.

Between 7,000 and 8,000 of ours.

Sire, even for one day that's.

Seen enough?

No Talleyrand, not yet no.

Open your eyes, look,
listen, smell, until the air

overcomes you because you
are going to negotiate peace.

I want you to know what it has cost.

(intense drumming music)

Do you never come down
from your horse, Sire?

I've been known to sleep in the saddle.

I think I've done just about

everything a man can do on a horses back.

Except make love, but
that's still a possibility.

And what will you demand from them?

I can demand anything?

Anything.

You're the master.

Good.

Then I demand peace.

Peace?

That's all you want, how magnanimous.

Your modesty will certainly
come as a very pleasant surprise

to both the Emperor of Austria
and the Czar Alexander.

Not so for the main part.

As for the details, Austria will

give back the Tyrol and Venice.

I want the Tyrol for her strategy position

and Venice for her treasures.

I mean I want to transfer the remarkable

fountain on the Plaza St. Mark to Paris.

I'm sure that the General of the army

won't refuse that to me.

I've made Josephine's
son Viceroy of Italy.

Venice for is for Eugene now.

I shall crown my brother
Joseph King of Naples.

Louis and my beloved
Hortense will rule Holland.

And I shall give West River to Jerome.

And there will be no war
because the whole of Europe

will be irrigated by my own blood.

You have something to say?

I have nothing to say, but
certain royal families may.

Unless.

Unless nothing.

No one questions my decisions.

I'm not questioning them, Sire,

I'm merely making a
suggestion which could serve

to reassure the European courts.

For instance you could, your majesty,

speaking hypothetically of
course, repudiate the Empress

Josephine on the grounds that she has yet

to give you an heir and marry
the Archduchess of Austria.

Cast Josephine aside for my wills.

Yes.

If this is your idea,

let me tell you it's
extraordinarily stupid.

But your majesty I
have the highest respect

for Empress Josephine, but creating a bond

as strong as a marriage
with the House of Austria.

Now I've made war with Austria,

you want me to make love to her?

But to make love, Monsieur
Talleyrand, you have to love.

Love?

Sire, what's called for
here is making a child.

But that fat pink ham, who no doubt

speaks French with a terrible accent?

Your Majesty, the whole of Europe

finds Maria Louise extremely attractive,

and if you should require
some proof of that.

I'm certainly not insisting.

France has already
had an Austrian woman,

Marie Antoinette.

You can't build a future on bad memories.

(dramatic music)

(knocking lightly)

It's me, Sire.

Eleanor Denuelle.

I'm sorry I'm so late.

Don't worry, I told
Josephine I was working.

You're lateness has turned
my lie into a white lie.

I've had time to scribble
a few thoughts on that map.

Really?

Where's Trafalgar?

Trafalgar never existed.

Do you realise, Mademoiselle Denuelle,

that you're looking at a state secret?

And I could have you arrested
for that, my young girl.

You'd only be punishing yourself.

Unless you can make love to me in my cell.

It will be easier to have privacy.

It's irony that they are
pushing me to repudiate my wife,

so I can fertilise Marie Louise.

And they would call me
a treacherous husband

if they caught me caressing little maid.

Not a little maid.

Lady in waiting and reader
to her Imperial Majesty.

Oh, sorry.

(giggling)

They're just fancy.

No, they are beautiful on your skin.

Thank you.

Tell me, it doesn't bother you sitting

at my wife's knee reading to her,

knowing that you will coming
to my bed the same night?

You would've had a mistress anyway.

You enjoy love too much, Sire.

You enjoy it even more when
there's a risk involved.

For sure.

(door rattling)

Josephine coming back from the theatre.

Why didn't she come in?

Because she's 20 years older than you

and much too intelligent to lay
herself open to comparisons.

(quiet violin music)

You played dreadfully today.

Would you rather I let

Mademoiselle Denuelle take my place?

Oh, perhaps she doesn't play chess.

She can't be good at everything, can she?

You should know better than me,

because Eleanor Denuelle is
one of your ladies in waiting.

And one of your mistresses.

Just gossip.

She has a way of talking
about you that gives it away.

Not only she's your mistress,
she's in love with you.

Supposing that's true,
the only thing that would

matter to you is whether
I'm in love with her.

Ah, good question.

What's the answer?

She excites you, but you don't love her.

La la la la la, yeah.

You see you have nothing to fear.

Your turn.

I'm not afraid of Eleanore Denuelle.

No more than any of these other little,

that you have taken to bed
and you go on taking to bed.

The only thing I fear is that
you love me less and less,

until the day comes when
you don't love me at all.

That will never happen.

Anything can happen, my friend.

Proof?

Check.

Unless I sacrifice my
queen, in which case.

Well I would be check mated.

Mm.

Let's start over,

this game isn't going
well for either of us.

(sombre music)

Very good side work,
Sire, very good, very good.

That horse was destined for Your Majesty.

If the Queen of Prussia could see you now,

she would have to eat her words.

What did the Queen of Prussia say?

That woman, Sire, or rather that harpy

has been telling anyone
who is willing to listen

that the little Monsieur
Bonaparte, those were her words,

Sire, is just a monster from the bog.

What did you think of her, attractive?

Oh no, no, Sire, no,
my god, she has a goitre.

Good god, poor thing.

Sire, that woman
doesn't deserve your pity.

She is a Valkyrie.

She rode across Berlin
at the head of regiment

of dragoons and swore she'd
lead them all away to Paris.

And added that swords were unnecessary

for defeating the French,
clubs would suffice.

I am a monster leading a race of dogs.

I was quite right to send you there

as our ambassador, Caulaincourt.

Thank you, Sire.

I'm starting to get an idea of

Prussia's intentions toward France.

What I find quite extraordinary,
Sire, is the serenity

with which Your Majesty
listens to my report.

My serenity comes from
the fact I have 150,000 men

ready to die for me,
Caulaincourt, with who I can

subjugate, crush, or
destroy anyone I like.

And not only can, but will.

(horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

There goes your friend.

My friend, Sire, what do you mean?

The Queen of Prussia,

obviously not enjoying war any longer.

Women are so fickle.

What time is it?

Mid day, Sire.

(dramatic music)

Two hours from now, Vienna,
which was only the name

of a small town, will become
the name of a great victory.

(cannons booming loudly)

Since the battle in
Vienna, such a great victory,

what's keeping the Emperor there?

I mean you came back, didn't you?

I fear I'm not much use
on the battlefield, ma'am.

Battlefield?

The war goes on?

Now that the Emperor has
defeated the Prussians,

he has decided to wipe
out the Russian army,

which he sees as a threat
to the peace of Europe

so he's set out after them through Poland.

Poland?

I hear Polish women are very beautiful.

The Emperor must be far
too busy to think of me,

but has he forgotten France?

Hardly.

But perhaps his France exists not only

in his memories but in his dreams.

Every day he sends designs
for new monuments, parks,

halls, markets, an exhibition
for manufactured goods,

and of course his preferred
creation, the Civil Code

which will reform relations
between the French people with

respect to daily life,
inheritances, marriage contracts.

Divorces?

Yes, divorces too.

Very well.

Since you seem to be
saying my husband won't

be back for Christmas, I
shall join him in Poland.

I shouldn't think that would

be a terribly good idea, Madam.

And if you returned
from that journey sadder

than when you departed, you'll
have only yourself to blame.

The man I love is there.

It takes two to love.

What are you insinuating?

Insinuating, Madam?

Strange isn't it?

People always accuse me of wearing a mask

to conceal my thoughts,
and yet the one time I am

completely candid you appear
not to have understood.

But then perhaps it's
you is wearing the mask.

No?

(loud slapping)

(sombre music)

This will bring her to her senses.

We must make this now.

To her?

No, to him.

As quickly as possible.

(sheep baaing loudly)

Push it, push it, push
it, come on, push it harder.

For gods sake, Caulaincourt,
you sound like a midwife.

I've found you at last, Sire.

I've come from Paris to give you this.

It's always terrible news with you.

What have you uncovered this time?

Another conspiracy to assassinate me?

Well.

Caulaincourt?

Yes, Sire.

Read it.

Bonjour, Sir.

The Minister of Police wishes to inform

Your Imperial Majesty that
the 30th of December 1806,

the 29 with the Victoire.

The Victoire, it's perfect.

A young woman named Louise
Eleonore Denuelle gave birth

to a child of the masculine
sex, father unknown.

Come now, Caulaincourt.

Don't pretend to be more
stupid than you really are.

You don't understand?

Read that last line again.

Gave birth to a child
of the masculine sex,

father unknown.

Unknown, he is.

The Emperor, yes Caulaincourt,
his Majesty has a child.

A son, Caulaincourt.

I have a son.

Sire, Sire, I am
delighted to be the first

to offer your Majesty my
heartfelt congratulations.

Thank you, thank you,
and thank you to Eleanor.

Marvellous miracle,

little Eleanor thanks
to whom I'm a father.

Sire, Sire.

(upbeat music)

(crowd cheering)

If you allow me, Sire,
I will speed things up.

I beg you, Monsieur, help me.

I must see the Emperor.

That's impossible,
absolutely impossible.

Do you permit one of
your ruffians to insult

Countess Marie Walewska, Sir?

Did you say Countess?

Yes.

Sire.

Welcome, Sire.

A thousand times, welcome.

Our Polish soil awaits
you to rise up and, and.

And what?

I don't know anymore.

I prepared so many things to say,

but, now that I see you
I am lost for words.

So am I, Mademoiselle, so am I.

Which means, we shall have
to see each other again

once we have both found the words we need.

Would you like that?

Thank you, Monsieur.

I am sorry about that, Sire.

What's her name?

Oh she's called us Countess,
Countess, what did she say?

These Polish names are impossible.

I want to know, find
out her name and find her.

Yes of course, Sire.

(cheerful music)

His Excellency, Minister
Jersey Chovsky, and Madam.

Count and Countess Henry Dobrovnich.

Baron and Baroness Foldoesky.

Ah well, Sire, I think
Your Majesty has met

everyone in Poland worthy
of being introduced to you.

No, no.

Someone is missing.

I don't think so.

Count and Comtesse Athenasius Walewska.

There, no one's missing now.

When such an old man marries
such a young wife, he should

long to cover her with jewels
so she will forgive him.

Let's see if something
can be done about it.

Sire, that's not what I
want from Your Majesty.

My country no longer exists.

Prussia, Austria, and
Russia have dismembered it.

Return Poland to me.

(cheerful orchestral music)

Leon, Sire.

What?

Your son, Mademoiselle
Denuelle has called him Leon.

Half of Napoleon, but he is what he is.

Seven pounds at birth, a big boy.

You know how efficient
your police are, Sire.

We know everything.

Make him a Count with a
yearly income of 25,000 francs.

Have you something to write with?

It's not necessary, I will remember.

25,000 francs and the title of Count.

I don't mean that.

A note for Comtesse Walewska.

I see only you.

I admire only you.

I desire only you.

And answer quickly,
become the hors d'oeuvres.

Don't bother to sign it,
she will know who it is.

Arrange for her to find it
the moment she arrives home.

Order my carriage.

But the ball, Sire.

What's the point
since she's not dancing.

Will you dance with me, Madam.

If you don't ask me
for anything in return.

Madam.

May I, Count Walewska?

On second thought, I do
have something to ask you.

Can you refrain, Sir?

Sire, Sire.

Not now.

She is here.

Who?

She, Countess Walewska.

Here?

Yes.

Here?

In your bedroom.

Was I wrong to convince her to come here?

Gently, Sire.

Come to me as a man, not a conqueror.

Why are you afraid, Madam?

It's of no importance.

Yes it is, for me.

Are you not here of your own free will?

Monsieur Caulaincourt can
be extremely persuasive,

but he would never have forced you.

He's a Marquee.

Other people have advised me to use this

opportunity to perhaps move Your Majesty.

Prince Piotrowski, even my own husband.

All of Poland is throwing
me into your arms, Sire.

Don't be afraid Madam,
you're not yet in my arms.

The nearer I come to you,
the more you back away.

My back is almost to the wall.

And what are you
afraid will happen then?

They say you have no compunction

about taking what you want.

Nothing will happen against
your will, I promise you.

Goodbye, Comtesse.

Sire.

Return Poland to us as
a sovereign country.

Is that what you've come to ask me?

To give Poland back her king?

I cannot commit myself,

the whole of Europe wants to bleed me dry.

But I can promise this, I swear that

just as I will never forget this moment,

I will never forget what brought you here.

Give me a little time,

if I see that the Poles are
worthy of being a nation.

Of course they are.

Look at me.

Judge them by me, I am one of them.

Impetuous, passionate, running toward me

like a mad thing at the risk
of being crushed by the crowd,

and then refusing to see me again.

If Poland is anything like you,

she must be a fantastic little country.

What must we do to make you love

this fantastic little country?

Let yourself be loved.

(dramatic music)

(knocking on door)

Morning Sire, I hope
you had a good night.

Unfortunately I have received some news

that is not so good from
Marshall Bernadotte.

His men are starving.

His horses have nothing to eat
but the bark from the trees.

His cannons are stuck in the mud.

So he's retreating?

Let's not confuse things.

Send a dispatch rider
immediately to Bernadotte.

He must not try to resist.

On the contrary, he
must continue retreating

in the way that drove
the Russians toward us.

Harness up my coach, I'm
leaving for the front.

Where are the Russians, exactly?

Outside a town called Eylau.

You're leaving?

I will come back.

You must have said that so many times.

I will always come back.

But not always to the same address.

Will you feel more
reassured if I married you?

Don't be cruel.

We both know that cannot be.

You're already married and so am I.

The only thing you can marry here is.

Your cause.

The Polish cause.

It was not in my mind last night.

Not for a moment.

Last night you were my country.

(dramatic music)

(cannons booming)

(intense music)

(men shouting)

They don't lack courage.

Sire, our 14th line has been wiped out.

O'Cheaveaux is badly wounded.

He lost 5,000 men in 20 minutes.

Any news of Marechal Nay?

We don't know where he is, Sire.

I've sent out scouts to meet
him, but none have come back.

Check again.

We must move from here,
Sire, while there's still time.

I'm tired of the question.

Are you going to let those men devour us?

H'yeah, h'yeah.

If Ney and his men are not
here by 10 o'clock tonight,

I shall have no choice but to retreat.

Bouchin and Vertiae will
form the rear guard.

Let them know that I'm counting on them

to stop the Prussians if they follow us.

Very good, Sire.

But I wonder if.

It is wise to wait
until 10 o'clock tonight.

Is that what you are too timid to say?

I haven't lost yet.

Gentlemen, the Emperor is watching us.

We have the honour of
showing him what we can do.

Swords out.

Charge!

(men yelling)

Will that do it?

No.

But it's magnificent.

(sombre music)

I haven't lost yet.

(dramatic music)