All language subtitles for The.Rothschilds

THE ROTHSCHILDS' SHARES IN WATERLOO

Based on an idea by Mirko Jelusich

Script: C.M. Ki)'hn and G.T. Buchholz

In the year 1806, Elector
William IX, Landgrave of Hesse,

had to flee the troops of
Napoleon and leave Kassel within 24 hours.

He stored part of his fortune,
in the amount of 600,000 pounds,

with his Jewish agent, Mayer
Amschel Rothschild,

in Frankfurt am Main.

This film is based
on historical facts.

It shows how the
international Jewish House of Rothschild

founded its power with
the Landgrave's money

and thus paved the way for the
Jewish overtaking of England.

Go away, people!

Your Highness, what a pleasure!

- No idle chatter!
- I know, I know.

Are you going to welcome me here?

Upstairs, if it pleases you.

My best room for Your Highness.

I told you, no idle chatter!

Put it here.

I said right here, you idiot!

What else are you waiting for?

Don't smirk.

Do you know what's in there?

The Bank of England issues
bonds at five percent interest.

Good, good.

I see you're versed in your business.

Listen.

So far, you've proven to be a
very clever court agent for me,

and I'd like to give
you proof of my trust.

You know that all my
capabilities are at your service.

Idle talk!

This folder contains bonds
amounting to 600,000 pounds.

- Nominal or market value?
- See for yourself.

These are payments from England for
my auxiliary troops in America.

- You remember?
- Indeed, I do!

People were saying that
the gracious Landgrave

is selling his country's children.

The things people say. Bad people.

That's my concern!

The money is here!

Are you done counting yet?

What did I say?

Exactly 600,000 pounds nominal.

Circumstances are forcing me to
store my money in a safe place.

Circumstances?

He will have a
stroke. The emperor Napoleon!

Shut your mouth! The money is
supposed to go to England.

Do you know a way?

Do I know a way? It
will be difficult.

Yes or no?

You could try...

But it's risky.

Talk. What does the risk cost?

I couldn't do it for less
than two percent commission.

Crook! 12,000 pounds!

One percent at most.

I'm a poor Jew.

But for Your Highness'
sake, one and a half.

- One!
- That's a loss! I shall be ruined!

- One and a quarter?
- One!

Honored Sir, if you'll add an
eighth, I'll discount an eighth.

One and one-eighth?

Don't forget that I pulled
you out of the gutter!

You bloody haggler!

One and one-eighth?

Go ahead, write the receipt already!

600,000 pounds.

Nominal.

Nominal?

Luckily for Your Honored
Highness, today's exchange rate is lower.

That's how it is.

What was that?

A rat, perhaps.

- No one's been able to eavesdrop?
- No one.

No one must know about it!

No one will know about it.

No one.

Well, did you hear, my son?

600,000 pounds!

I just didn't
understand where he got it from.

He's a great trader in people.

He sold soldiers to England.

There is blood on each and
every one of these papers.

The blood has paid off.

Blood always pays off.

Remember, my son,

you can only make a lot of
money with a lot of blood.

What are you writing?

A bill of exchange, Father.

I want to show what
I've learned from you.

- Let me work with the money.
- No, no!

You're still too young, my son.

- Nathan will get the money.
- Nathan! Always Nathan!

- He already has 200,000 pounds.
- And he'll also need these 600,000.

He has to be able to act
important at the stock exchange in London.

We have to get into
business with the English.

Call Hersch for me.

And then change the
documents to Moses Montefiore, London.

- Hersch, come in.
- Yes.

- You called me, Mayer?
- Get ready.

You have to travel to London
today to see my son Nathan.

So far, and across the water.

You won't get wet.

The letter is urgent! You
must travel night and day.

Even on Sabbath?

But that's forbidden.

If the carriage or ship you're
on moves, you are not responsible.

You're not traveling,
you're being traveled!

- Is everything prepared for Sabbath?
- Everything.

Only the candles do not burn yet.

Speak properly!

Not everybody needs to hear you're
from the Jewish Alley in Frankfurt.

- I'm just an old Jew.
- But you live in England.

Light the candles.

I won't be able to learn how
to be English like you.

Nonsense! All week long, I'm English.

On Sabbath, I'm a Jew for a
day and do business with God.

Check the door.

It couldn't be a Jew at this hour.

Hersch, do you bring
fortune or misfortune?

For him, it will be
fortune. For me, it was a punishment.

Well, old Hersch.

Mayer said:

"Bring this letter to my son
Nathan in the city of London."

How can you be blessed

if you don't
respect the holy Sabbath?

But Mayer Amschel gave the order.

Even if you came from
Heaven, you must observe the Sabbath!

- Don't you know the Scriptures?
- I know, I know.

No cutting, no
tearing, no money, no letters.

- Give it to me!
- Nathan!

You are desecrating the Kiddush!

600,000 pounds?

"Invest in England. I
leave it all up to you."

600,000 pounds.

Gentlemen, must we always
be discussing business?

The world is so
full of beauty and joy.

Madame is right. Let's
talk about something else.

I wanted to become a missionary once.

Do you think that's
a cheerful profession?

Most of the time, they get killed.

But they wouldn't have killed me.

And that would have
been the cheerful thing.

To make along story short,

Baring says you can bet 10-1

that you're going to get
killed as a missionary.

Right. It's a matter of time.

And after you've been killed, the
Majesty sends punitive crews,

and, given the opportunity,
examines the area close up--

And never leaves.

See, that's why I just said..

That's why Baring said it
would be completely useless

to get yourself killed first.

Because a dead missionary brings
guilt and sin to the savages.

And Heaven will be atonement
for his sin.

Madame, as a good Christian,

I'm telling you that Heaven has
a claim to our faith, yes.

But not to our sacrifices.

Not so loud. Phyllis is singing.

That doesn't bother us.

Oh, time of May

Soon we are far

Far away

So far

Still today

Still today

Please play on.

I can't.

Please play.

Then, it will
attract the least attention.

What will attract
attention, Lieutenant Crayton?

That we're alone.

What a pity! Am I too late?

- Was it a delicate matter?
- You'll be disappointed.

Mr. Baring just explained his
views on Christianity to us.

- Is he an atheist?
- I would weigh my words!

So why didn't you take your
position as a traveling martyr?

I married into a banker's family.

By the way, where is Phyllis?

Like always, with Mr. Crayton.

But it will be a different life.

Not as rich, and
perhaps not always carefree.

Don't you believe in me, George?

Hello, children!

- Mr. Crayton!
- Mr. Baring.

I don't approve of you being
alone with my daughter!

He only wanted to show
me Sylvia's tulips.

I'm afraid you know as
much about flowers as I do!

Oh, Sylvia.

Mr. Baring, I'm afraid you
don't know enough about it.

But I do!

Mr. Crayton, I'd rather see
uniforms in the field than in here.

Daughters of our family are
not suited for your attacks.

- Mr. Baring, my intentions"
- Madame!

Would you be so kind as to
bring the child back to the party?

Farewell, George.

Mr. Crayton, you've
spoken about your intentions?

I'd like to resolve all doubt.

You're right. I don't own a thing.

I don't have a
fortune, no wealthy relatives.

I assume that's what
you meant, Mr. Baring?

It seems you're not
taking your situation seriously!

- Not especially.
- This is...

...dishonorable!

Gentlemen, with your
permission, we'll receive the gold at Essex.

Then I will make a bid.

How high are we going to go?

Well, I thought about 750. But
the limit is quite irrelevant.

- No one will go that high.
- Good. Then we agree.

Hello, Crayton!

Are you leaving already?

I ask for your
permission to take my leave.

Did you have an argument with him?

I just made it clear that
it's nothing short of a joke

that a have-not like him wants to
marry Lionel Baring's daughter.

Bronstein, any news?

There's going to be war.

No news, then. Don't waste my time.

Troops are being
sent from London to Spain.

They're supposed to attack
Napoleon from the flank.

Sending troops is easy.

But who will bring
the money to Spain?

Who has the money?

The bankers in the city.

Who will allocate the funds?

Herries, the Lord High Commissioner
of the Treasury.

Who will England send as general?

Wellington.

Wellington? Many beautiful women.

And many debts and many creditors.

He should be happy to
leave for a while.

Very good.

- Who could deliver the funds?
- To London?

Idiot! To Lisbon,
to Sicily, to Tanga.

I'll find out.

Anything else?

Gold has arrived from East
India. A whole shipment.

Yes, I know. With the Essex. There'll
be an auction shortly.

- Are you going?
- Yes. Why not?

How are you going to compete with the
people from the city, with Turner?

How much are they bidding?

600,000, 700,000 pounds.

Perhaps someone will bid more.

We'll see.

Crazy.

One shipment of gold from
East India, 570,000 pounds.

Who will bid more?

570,000 going once,

going twice..

580,000.

-590,000.
-600,000.

The bid is at 600,000 pounds.

One shipment of
gold for 600,000 pounds.

620,000.

-640,000!
-660,000.

-680,000!
-700,000!

A shipment of gold from
the East Indian colonies.

The bid is at 700,000 pounds.

-700,000 pounds
going once-- -720,000!

750,000.

800,000!

Well, what's the matter?

800,000 pounds going
once, going twice...

800,000 pounds. Sold!

To what name shall
the papers be issued?

- Nathaniel Rothschild, London.
- Are you paying cash?

200,000 cash, 600,000 in
bonds from Moses Montefiore.

Is that good enough for you?

He dares compete with us.

Gentlemen.

Mr. Turner.

Just wait, I'll spoil it for you.

I wonder what the Commissioner of
the Treasury will have to say.

If I understand you
correctly, gentlemen, you're complaining

about Mr. Rothschild outbidding you

at the auction of
the East Indian gold.

We're complaining about
this Jewish stranger

pushing his way into our
circle and spoiling our business.

Did Rothschild
work with illegal means?

Do you want to wait until he does?

Or did he not
possess the sufficient funds?

That's not the case.

But I'd like to know where
he gets such funds.

I don't think I'm able
to help you, gentlemen.

Everybody can partake in the
auctions of the East India Company.

Yes. Every honest businessman.

Prove the fact that
Rothschild is not.

Rothschild is a Jew who
immigrated a few years ago.

You conduct trade with
the whole world,

but you're sensitive to one Jew?

Yes. Because I'm afraid we're
being swindled here.

Have you refused to do
business with Jews up to now?

- By no means!
- Very well, then!

You're a citizen of a
free country, Mr. Turner.

Mr. Herries, you
really could accommodate us.

After all, we depend on
each other in the city.

Too bad you only notice that now,
while I've been struggling to find

a way of
transferring the funds to Spain.

No, no, we're
unable to make you an offer

if we don't have the East
Indian gold at our disposal.

I see. Hence the
distaste for Rothschild.

You will also first
have to find the man

who will bring your funds to
Spain despite the Continental blockade.

Correct! The sea route is very
unsafe, and France blocks all traffic on land.

I may have already found that man.

You mean the government will
have to negotiate with Rothschild?

The government will do
what it deems necessary.

Unlike you, it must
not have reservations

over negotiating with a
Jewish citizen, Mr. Turner.

I'm a private
businessman, but I'm English.

Your hostility towards
Jews is too new to convince me.

I think we're done here, Baring.

- Did you get hurt, Madame?
- No, no. It's just the shock.

The poor horses!

- Hello!
- Yes?

- What's going on?
- Mrs. Turner's horses went wild.

- Turner? The banker's wife?
- That's right, sir.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Mrs. Turner?
- Yes?

Pure chance has brought me here.

I'd be glad to offer my services.

- Who are you, please?
- An English gentleman.

And a business
associate of your husband's.

Nathaniel Rothschild.

I'm sorry to see you've
had an accident.

May I offer my carriage? It's
completely at your disposal.

That's very kind
of you, but--

Madame, you can't keep standing here.

- But you'll need your carriage.
- May I offer you my arm?

Thank you. But we're not
that well acquainted yet.

But I'm an intimate business
associate of your husband.

We were just at an auction together.

Very well, then, I'll
accept your friendly offer, Mister...

Rothschild, Madame.

- Nathaniel Rothschild.
- I've never heard of you.

If you'd take me along, I
have to go to the Treasury.

You'll be my lucky charm.

I'm sorry. I'd rather
go by foot, then.

No, you must not do that.

I concede.

Take Mrs. Turner wherever
she commands.

To the banker's club.

We should have bid up to
a million at the auction.

It would have been too great a risk.

When you're dealing with money, you
need the nerves of an acrobat.

Where does
Rothschild get all that money?

He hasn't stood out on
the stock exchange.

It's more important
now how to counter him.

Are we really forced to
be against him, Turner?

I don't approve of how you
called Rothschild a Jew at Herries'.

I must be able to speak
the truth, after all.

Herries doesn't like to hear that.

Neither do the Jews.

Mrs. Turner.

What? Sylvia!

You're here? Did something happen?

I know it's a capital sin against
the traditions of your club,

but, nevertheless, you
could offer me a chair.

Please have a seat.

I'm still a little
shaky from the shock.

Something did happen.

Nothing to me, but
the horses ran wild.

How did you get here?

A gentleman offered me his carriage.

A gentleman? That doesn't mean much.

That's what I thought, too.

But he's a business
acquaintance of yours.

- Yes, a Mr. Rusches?
- Rusches? I don't know him.

He went with you to
the gold auction today.

To the auction? But
that could only be--

- But, no, that's unthinkable!
- But of course that's him!

Rusches? What did he look like?

Not like any of your associates.

Rothschild! It was indeed Rothschild!

- Nathan Rothschild.
- That explains a few things.

He wasn't exactly reserved.

Rothschild flirting with Sylvia
Turner! That's hilarious.

- He didn't have much fun with me.
- That's a pity.

- Are you serious, Baring?
- Well, you're exaggerating.

But we certainly can't choose our
business partners by their looks.

Rothschild is actually
a dangerous competitor.

If so, I did you a service by
accepting Rothschild's favor.

We're not upset about it, but
you never know what's next, right?

I see you've left your
manners at home.

Madame, you were born in Ireland.

Not only born.

I've realized here in
England how glad I am to be Irish.

For Sylvia, being
English is a character defect.

For example?

For example, Mr. Baring,

didn't you think it
scandalous that your daughter, Phyllis,

was alone with George
Crayton for just one moment?

The young man doesn't
have a profession.

No, he can only die for
England as a soldier.

That would be an honor,
then, but still not a profession.

Sylvia, you don't understand.

Don't you have a church organ?

Opinions like these are
only bearable with a pious chorus

or the common English solemnity.

Well, you had to
satisfy your curiosity.

I'm disappointed, Mr. Rothschild.

You've introduced yourself with
your inexpensive offer--

I know.

The competition asked for 10 percent.

How do you know? Well,
it doesn't matter.

So I'll give you the assignment.

If we would have bought
directly from the East India Company,

it would have been cheaper.

And why didn't you?

Because it's beneath the
dignity of a royal office

to engage in an auction.

Dignity costs money.

All right. We accept your demands.

Mr. Rothschild, this is the first
time you're doing business for us.

All for my country, Mr.
Herries. I'm English.

- Really? Since when?
- Since almost three years.

It's my duty to serve the
country of which I've become a citizen.

Well, then, let's talk
business with each other.

That's fine, too.

Who do I have to
contact for the money transfer?

The Supreme Commander
of the English troops,

Lord Wellington.

Good. And when can
I welcome the Lord?

Do you think he'll come to you?

If a general needs
soldiers, he'll go to the soldiers.

If he needs money, he'll
go to the money.

- Am I lesser because I have money?
- No.

But Wellington's been English a
few hundred years longer than you have.

Fine.

I won't mind the walk, either.

- Miss Baring!
- Lieutenant Crayton!

What a coincidence!

- May I accompany you?
- With pleasure!

Sylvia
told me--

What's the matter, George?

Why are you so serious?

Phyllis, you must be
strong. I have to leave.

- With Wellington? To Spain?
- Yes.

I suspected it.

You won't make it
difficult for me to leave?

No, George.

- And you will wait for me?
- Yes, George.

I'll be waiting for you.

As a wife awaits her husband.

- As a wife awaits her husband?
- Yes, George.

Then, I'll know what I live for. Then,
I'll belong to you completely.

Hello, Ben. Miss Baring
just lost her scarf.

I'm so sorry. I didn't notice.

Pardon me.

May I ask one more thing?

Miss Baring's lost scarf.

Oh, yes, right.

Here.

I'll be waiting at the
Church of Saint Paul in four hours.

The business between
the English government

and Nathan Rothschild is perfect.

The Jew mints the gold,

seeks and finds access to the
leading circles of England.

I hope you won't deny my
small request, dear friend.

The flat is charming.

We could be very happy in it.

Harriet, what are you thinking?

First of all,

I can't afford small
presents like this anymore.

I really can't.

And, secondly, I have to go to Spain.

But not tomorrow.

What's the matter?

- Mr. Rothschild, Your Highness.
- Rothschild?

Yes.

I left orders not to
let any creditors in!

I beg your pardon.

Mr. Rothschild said Mr.
Herries has told him to see you.

I know.

Harriet, you'll have to
excuse me for a few minutes.

Please!

Tell him to come in.

Well, Mr. Rothschild.

Your Highness.

You were assigned with the
money transfers for my army?

Mr. Herries commissioned
me to do that.

How do you picture doing that?

Just leave it up to
me, Your Highness.

But may I possibly have a seat?

- Please.
- Thank you.

I'd like to know where
I may send the money.

What are you thinking?

The headquarters' position
changes constantly during a campaign.

His Highness has misunderstood me.

Shall I address it
directly to His Highness?

Of course not. To my
paymaster's office.

- Well...
- You are concerned?

Milord, the money goes along
way and through many hands.

And something remains
stuck on every hand.

You'll receive less than what has
been remitted here in London, a lot less.

It might be better if
you were in charge

instead of some
paymaster, who--

I hope you understand.

Are you talking about
organized fraud?

"Fraud" is a strong word.

But I'm telling you, the
value of money changes constantly.

A fixed market value doesn't
exist in times like these.

Someone gets it cheap and
sells it expensively.

- Another gets it
expensively-- - And sells it cheap.

No, Milord, and sells
it even more expensively.

Everybody receives a
commission. They're entitled.

Well, that eats up the
money, and it becomes less and less.

- Have you told Mr. Herries?
- Of course!

I've explained it to him differently
than I have to you.

You're not a
businessman but a man of the sword.

What was his response?

He said, "All right, we'll
have to take that into account."

- Really?
- See, Herries said:

"Talk to Lord Wellington
and tell him I've agreed."

Agreed?

"Lord Wellington
needs money," he said.

"He has to make gifts.

He has to put money
secretly in the pockets of strangers.

He has to shoot with gold and
silver like his soldiers shoot with lead."

Who is going to ask a
soldier coming home from war:

"How much lead did you shoot?"

Who is going to ask Lord
Wellington, "How much money did you spend?"

- Darling, please come already.
- Yes.

To whom may I transfer
the money, Lord Wellington?

If you really want to know, I'm busy!

I understand.

They'll show Napoleon in Spain.

Please, darling, send Phyllis
over. She seems a little confused.

A table?

Good day, Mrs. Turner.

Good day.

You don't recognize me?

I once had the honor of
helping you with my carriage.

- Yes, Mr. Rothschild.
- Exactly.

What brings you here?

I'm happy to see you, Mrs. Turner.

Likewise.

Is that it?

Like you, I wanted to wave
good-bye to our brave soldiers.

If I were marching
down there with--

I know for sure that you wouldn't.

Well, I wouldn't mind celebrating
your good-bye.

Mrs. Turner, you're
a sophisticated woman.

You're famous for it.

Why do I deserve your
ridicule? I admire you!

Perhaps that's why.

Hello, Phyllis.

Did you want
something from me or my wife?

I'm happy to meet you
in person, Mr. Turner.

I've asked you a question.

Yes, I wanted-- Well,
I thought Mrs. Turner--

Did my wife's accident

cause any expenses for
you, Mr. Rothschild?

For how much may I
make out the check?

You're trying to insult me.

No, Mr. Rothschild.

I'm just trying to
prevent you from losing.

Good day.

Tony! I barely recognize you!

By all means, I thank you.

But now, please grant
me a moment with Phyllis.

But what's that? Phyllis, there!

George!

- George!
- Phyllis!

Phyllis!

Lieutenant Crayton! How dare you?

I have no time for
arguments, Mr. Baring!

Good-bye, Phyllis. Don't forget me.

Never! You hear me, George?

- Never!
- Phyllis!

I strictly
forbid--

- You can't forbid our love.
- I can't do what?

- I love George Crayton!
- And consideration for me?

Were you considerate of me?

All you've ever cared
about was your business!

- Don't yell! What will people think?
- Yes, this could damage Baring.

You should care about
your reputation, too!

I don't have to blame
myself for anything!

And if your lover won't return?

Then? Then...

I'll live on for his child.

That can't be true!

Phyllis! What happened?

Sylvia! Now I am free.

- For George.
- Phyllis...

How was the crossing?

God, so much water!

Well? Well?

He had the gold coined
and made a good profit.

But how much profit?

He's right not to write about profit.

It could end up in the wrong hands.

What did I say, James?

Blood money.

Nathan...

And? What else does he write?

"But now I'd like to tell you

about some business you
should join me in.

Read thoroughly."

What number did
Nathan mention to you?

What number?

Seven, he said.

One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven.

One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven.

It's all right, Hersch. You may go.

- James! James!
- Well, what is it?

This should serve as
an example for you.

Tell me!

All right. One, two,
three, four, five, six, seven.

When the Landgrave dropped
off the 600,000 pounds,

you asked me to give you the money.

- Will I get it?
- No, you won't get it.

But you'll have to deal with it.

Here, read this
thoroughly. Only the underlined words.

"In the name of the
government of England,

I send money to Wellington in Spain.

Able to go via France.

Explore route."

Bring me the map.

Nathan will send the money to Paris.

There it will be divided.

One part will go to Limoges.

Who is our correspondent in Limoges?

- Kalman and Co.
- Kalman.

Kalman will send it to Bordeaux.

- Who is in Bordeaux?
- Jacques Leblanc.

Jacques Leblanc. What's
going on with him?

He filed for
bankruptcy two years ago.

But a year ago he married
Abraham Furtado's daughter.

Abraham Furtado? Good man.

- So Leblanc will send it to Porto.
- Tejera and Company.

From Tejera, it will go
to Lisbon and into Spain.

Good. And the second part?

- It will go to Lyons.
- To Hal�vy Brothers.

- Hal�vy will send it to Marseilles.
- Gahun and Sons.

Gahun will send it via
Corsica and Sardinia to Palermo,

to Isaac de Seta.

De Seta will send it to
Tunisia, Algeria, Ceuta,

and as soon as it's in Ceuta,
it's in Gibraltar and in Spain.

And that's how the
money will be combined again.

Good.

But how will the money get to France?

If Nathan says the
money can go via France,

he'll know how to get it to France.

But who can we trust?

Who is in Paris?

You!

- Me?
- Well, who else?

Didn't you say it must
be someone we can trust?

But isn't it dangerous?

- Are there Jews in Paris?
- Of course.

What else do you want?

Where there are Jews, there
will be no danger.

Monsieur James Rothschild,

the Minister of Finance welcomes you.

I'm familiar with your
case, Monsieur Rothschild.

We're very well informed here.

So you think you'll be able to
bring English gold into France?

I am.

I hope the kind
interest of Your Excellency--

Is this a matter of
noteworthy amounts?

Last month, I
brought about 100,000 guineas

via the churches into the country.

Smuggled, you mean!

I admit it. To France's
advantage, and England's disadvantage.

Really? How so?

If the gold export continues, there'll
be a gold scarcity soon.

Can England wage war without gold?

You have a point.

Otherwise, England wouldn't try so
hard to prevent the export of gold.

Don't worry, Your Excellency.

We have made arrangements to
cross the Channel, anyhow.

...We?..
- My brother and I.

And what do you want from me?

A respectful
request, Your Excellency.

A trifle.

An instruction to the
custom authorities at the churches

to turn a blind eye when we
unload tulip bulbs from Holland at night.

Tulip bulbs from
Holland! Extraordinary!

The Jewish
International goes to work.

These boxes are damn heavy.

Where are the waybills?

Here they are.

Get out of here, already!

- Who told you to shut the door?
- All right.

Leave that up to me.

Why such a hurry?

Are they gone?

- Of course they're gone.
- Listen.

What's in these boxes for
James Rothschild, Paris?

What does it say?

Tulip bulbs from Holland.

Did you see how hard they've
worked to lug these things?

If these are tulip
bulbs, I'll eat them!

Bring the lamp.

But what if someone finds out?

Who is going to find out?

Is there someone
here besides you and me?

Well, what did I say? Tulip bulbs.

100 guineas!

- That's right.
- And me?

We'll divide it
50-50: 30 for you, 70 for me.

Stop scratching.

But what if Rothschild makes a fuss?

I can't always be
considerate of these Jews!

Besides, Mr. Rothschild once had
to start from scratch, too.

So there's one less bag of
tulip bulbs in the box.

Write it down! "The
box arrived damaged."

And one bag with 100
tulip bulbs missing.

- You got that?
- Missing? Yes.

Hence, I was unable to pay 9,000,

but only 8,900
pounds into your account.

Greetings from your
sincerest brother James.

James Rothschild Bank Paris

"Hal�vy Brothers, Lyons.

Herewith, you'll
receive 8,500 guineas in gold,

to be managed by you as agreed.

We charge your account
accordingly and request billing."

"The Hal�vy Brothers are
sending 8,500 guineas

to Isaac de Seta,
Palermo, to the usual account."

Heim, write.

"Mr. Isaac de
Seta, Palermo-- "

"In exchange for the
shipment from Lyons and Bordeaux,

we send you 7,750 guineas in gold
with the hope they will serve you."

Isaac de Seta writes:

"I'm sending you 7,000
guineas in gold."

-6.500'.
-6300'.!

-6,000?
-5,900!

That's not possible!

5,512 guineas?

That's correct, sir.

Wait. I have to see the general.

Yes?

- Well?
- The same as always, Milord.

Only about half of the
transferred money has arrived.

What a mess! But I
was told in advance.

The money goes through many hands,

and something gets
stuck on each hand.

A good deal of it!

- You want a receipt again?
- Yes, Milord.

But I can't write a
receipt for 10,000 guineas

if I only receive 5,500!

It's the only way to
receive money at all!

And if I won't sign?

Then this will be the
last money transfer we receive.

And we still need plenty
of them, Milord.

Very well, then!

What?

It says 10,600 guineas!

The 600 is the commission for
the Nathan Rothschild Bank.

Please reserve 500
guineas for my secret fund.

Good, good.

Collect the weekly bill from Spain.

And a new transfer?

9,000 guineas, like
always, via Holland and Paris.

- Why are you smirking, Bronstein?
- Was I smirking?

A pretty picture.

The banker and his tulips.

Anything else?

Mr. Turner has
taken a trip to Glasgow.

He won't return until next week.

Yes, what else?

A messenger dropped off a basket.

And flowers.

All of that for old
Baring's daughter?

None of your business, Bronstein.

Turner's trip to
Glasgow is a sure thing?

- He departed yesterday.
- Very good.

Go get the tulip guy in here.

Mr. Rothschild, at your service.

Your selection isn't
large, Mr. Belver.

I thought you were London's
prime dealer.

We supply the most
exclusive collectors and breeders.

- Just a few days ago,
Lord-- - All right.

- Which species do you have?
- Everything you see in here.

Here, the Blue Leeuwenhoek.

Then this pretty yellow
one, the Star of Harlem.

Then this really beautiful
violet one, Meisje van Gelder.

And the one that's dark red, almost
black, the Crown of Holland.

All of them rare and
results of new breeding.

I see. Rare, you say?

Good.

Set up a tulip house at my
home with these kinds of tulips.

It has to be the best in London.

My pleasure, Mr.
Rothschild. You'll be very pleased.

What about the costs?

Tulips cost money.

You shouldn't bargain with
beauty. Right, Mr. Belver?

Indeed, Mr. Rothschild.

I'm delighted by your appreciation.

- My regards.
- All right.

Listen, Bronstein.

If I don't ask for the
price, I have a reason.

Don't worry about my
money in the future.

Phyllis?

Why didn't you bring him with you?

It's better this way.

I don't care what
people say about me.

But I don't like them
talking about my child.

Oh, little Phyllis.

You won't find much
sympathy for your child in England.

Yes.

You used to be an
asset to your father.

With a child, you've
destroyed a solid business relationship.

And George is
fighting for such a country.

You haven't told him about the boy?

No. It shall be my surprise.

And he will be grateful you
didn't abandon me, Sylvia.

Today, I received another
wonderful basket

with fruit, wine, and
toys for the little one.

- And you have no idea from whom?
- No.

"From someone who admires
you and your courage."

Most likely it's one
of our old friends.

Yes, Simmons?

A gentleman would
like to speak with you.

- He didn't mention his name.
- So what?

He said he's from Belver and Company.

Oh, the tulip breeder.

Please take him to the
lobby. I'll be right there.

- Are you coming, Phyllis?
- No, I'll wait.

I'll be back in a moment.

Come on, Jackie!

Let's see all the pretty
things the tulip dealer has for us.

- Hold him!
- Quiet, Jackie! Sit!

Mrs. Turner.

Are you dealing with
tulips now, Mr. Rothschild?

No, Mrs. Turner.

I just heard you're
a tulip enthusiast.

I have the scarcest
tulips on Earth, and I thought--

To use that pretense to
intrude into my home, right?

You're right, Mrs.
Turner. It was just a pretense.

I had to talk to you.

It's about Miss
Baring. I know you are friends.

You mean Mrs. Crayton?

All right, let's
call her Mrs. Crayton.

- Are you always this sensitive?
- I wanted to discuss her future.

- Thus far, I haven't done much.
- How interesting.

You are Phyllis' unknown admirer.

It was just a small
attempt to make up for--

If I understand you right now,

you'd like to become,
in association with me,

Mrs. Crayton's patron and benefactor.

Nothing would make me
happier, Mrs. Turner.

What right do you have to
interfere with personal matters like these?

The right of humanity, Madame!

I almost see it as my duty.

Would you please hold the dog?

Quiet, Jackie. He'll
be leaving shortly.

Mr. Rothschild as benefactor.

Have you made out the bill yet?

Mrs. Turner, you do me wrong.

Mr. Rothschild, as you can
see, Jackie doesn't like you.

Yes. I see.

Then...

If you'll excuse me.

So, Monsieur Rothschild.

Monsieur James Rothschild.

I'm extremely pleased.

What brings you to me?

Pardon me,

but Your Highness called
me for an interview.

I did?

How odd. I don't remember.

Do you have an idea what
it could be about?

Unfortunately not.

In any case, I'm
happy to meet Your Highness.

Not everybody gets to see

the great emperor's almighty
Minister of Police.

You embarrass me, Monsieur
Rothschild.

For a long time, I've wanted
to give my regards to the man

who rendered outstanding
services to the French art of gardening.

Yes. Indeed.

- Are you a Frenchman?
- I'm trying to become one.

- Is that possible?
- I've applied for citizenship.

I see! You want to
acquire French citizenship.

How fortunate for our
country's tulip breeding.

Your Highness, may I explain?

I'm not importing tulip bulbs.

You're not?

How dreams vanish.

And what is the
frightful result of this?

Money, Your Highness.

- English money.
- English money? Horrific!

- How awkward for us.
- Far from it!

Count Mollien, the
Minister of Finance,

is pleased with this
money flowing into the country.

Don't resent him. Ministers
of Finance are optimists.

They still get excited about imports.

As the Minister of Police, I'm
more interested in exports.

Especially exports through the
rear. It's a vice of my profession.

Do you know the Jacques
Leblanc Bank in Bordeaux?

- I correspond with them.
- And Tejera and Company in Porto?

No, I'm not affiliated with them.

Right, you're not. But
Jacques Leblanc in Bordeaux.

Gahun and Sons,
Marseilles, are connected

with Isaac de Seta, Palermo, who
you won't know either, right?

And you only know from
hearsay where Spain is!

And the war against
us is just a fabrication!

Your Highness, I
really don't know what--

What are you trying to get at?

Up until now, I took
you for a shrewd crook.

You're quite Iikeable.

Spare me from having to
take you for a fool.

You know what this is?

Orders for the prefectures

of Lyons, Limoges,
Bordeaux, and Marseilles.

If I send these dispatches, your
correspondents will be arrested,

and your books will be sealed.

Excuse me.

Is it possible to have a conversation

which will result in Your
Highness not sending them?

The conversation must be short.

How much will these
dispatches cost me?

What percent do you make
with your shady business?

- Your Highness, I'm begging you!
- My time is limited. How much?

-15 percent.
-30 percent is more likely, then.

- Your Highness, I swear!
- Don't get romantic!

Keep sending your money to Spain. We'll
take it back after the victory.

I'm neither burdening my
conscience nor your account if I ask you to,

how do you say, count
me in with 15 percent.

That's impossible!

You want to become a
French citizen, right?

You have to cultivate new
friendships, young man.

Your Highness, I'm ruined!

With that same
statement, people of your caliber

have done excellent
business for thousands of years.

Concerning the 15 percent,

it's understood that my
silent partnership is retroactive

and includes all amounts paid
to Spain up until now.

It was a pleasure to meet you.

Russia!

First Spain, then Russia!

But Napoleon won't be lucky in
Russia. France is far away.

- But the Germans"
- The Germans!

- Don't talk nonsense, Bronstein!
- Nonsense?

You've been talking too
much nonsense lately.

Who talked me into that
benefactor nonsense?

- I did?
- And to visit Mrs. Turner?

You wanted to talk
to her at all costs!

- You said she'd be alone!
- So what?

She wasn't alone! There was a dog!

- A dog?
- What a dog, indeed!

I told you to visit Mrs.
Turner. I didn't say visit the dog!

Can I give you orders?

Absolutely not! In fact,
I don't need you at all!

- You're firing me?
- Yes, I'm firing you.

Good, I'm leaving.

Are you crazy? Stay here.

I have an idea.

I will invite them.

- Who?
- Who do you think?

The people from the city,

the bankers of London.

They shall sit at my table.

They shall drink my wine.

There will be no banquet more
opulent than Nathan Rothschild's.

I'll let them eat and
drink the best money can buy.

The best money can buy.

Mr. Rothschild's banquet.

Mr. Turner's banquet.

Mr. Rothschild's banquet.

Mr. Turner's banquet.

Mr. Rothschild's banquet.

- Mister"
- Turner?

Ah, Lord Fountainhead!

An old friend of our house.

He once speculated for
cotton with my grandfather.

- What is he doing now?
- State affairs.

In the finest English tradition.

Tradition.

Politics as a symptom of old age!

- Tony, I think you can begin now.
- Yes.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm very
pleased with your presence here.

It shows English society is
still aware of its obligations.

We were all originally
invited to the same hotel,

on the same day,

and at the same hour by someone else.

Out!

You can make it
clear with one sentence.

When and if we accept an
invitation from such gentlemen is up to us.

No laurels, please.

We're businessmen, and we're
used to cultivating relations,

not discontinuing them.

When we receive an
offer, we will examine it.

Everybody can work with us.

Against us, even banquet
invitations are no use.

Any news, Bronstein?

Why are you staring at me like that?

Yes.

Yes!

Nobody showed up.

Will Nathan Rothschild finally see

he cannot erase the fact

that he was born in the
Jewish Alley of Frankfurt?

I'm not paying you to be my rabbi!

It doesn't matter if you climb the
ladder or make it big in England,

you'll still remain a poor Jew from
the Jewish Alley of Frankfurt.

Nonsense! You, perhaps, Bronstein!

You still reek of the ghetto.

They don't know who
Nathan Rothschild is.

They are laughing prematurely.

Here.

With that, you'll become English.

Look at yourself. You
look like a pauper.

You're seedy and unclean.

But your son will
learn how to wash himself.

And your grandson might even
be a Lord in this country.

And all thanks to that!

- Madame?
- Yes?

Mr. Crayton.

George!

Is it really you?

And as a civilian?

Yes, the war is over,
but-- Where is Phyllis?

- Don't you want to sit down?
- No.

I come from Mr.
Baring. He didn't see me.

What's going on with Phyllis?

- You really don't know?
- Know what?

Why doesn't she live
in her father's house?

It's better to let
Phyllis explain everything.

- Did she get married?
- No!

- But she doesn't love me anymore?
- She does!

Phyllis still loves you! Perhaps
not quite like before.

So there is someone
else in the picture?

Yes. You have another rival.

Would you like to see?

That's him.

He's 3 years old, he's
also called George,

and looks set to become a
wild man like his father.

But it can't be possible!

But of course it is!

I'm such a fool!

- Sylvia!
- But it's not my fault!

Doesn't matter! Where is Phyllis?

I have to see her! I
have to see my boy!

Take it easy, George.

Or do you want to scare poor Phyllis?

- No.
- Very well, then! Just stay here.

Phyllis and my little
model will arrive shortly.

Mr. Baring, now you've sung
it off-key for the second time.

What? That's not
true. I know the song!

No, you're always singing:

But that's wrong! This
is the right note:

But, Turner, I know
this part extremely well.

With our strength

And trust in God

We'll build houses

For our grandsons

I sang it this way as a
child in the church choir.

As loud or as wrong?

One of the prettiest
chorals we have in England.

See, now he already knows me.

Now I'll stay here forever.

What is it?

The war is over. We've
captured Emperor Napoleon.

You'll give it all up for
me? You enjoyed being a soldier.

Give it up for you? But
there's nothing to give up.

We have peace.

All prospects of a
military career are gone.

I want to make money. I want to work.

You understand, right?

Napoleon I was defeated at Leipzig

and forced to make peace

by the allied powers.

The powers of money

continued the fight in London.

Through his war profits in
the English world of finance,

Rothschild has
gained a dominant position.

The financing of the English
exiled Duke of Orleans,

the future Louis
XVIII of France, to be sure...

Napoleon sits in Elba, the
allies camp out in Paris.

Europe is resting.

Even we, the bankers, could
consider productive work again if we--

Well, if we'd have the
support of the Treasury.

But, Mr. Turner, you
shouldn't misconstrue

our small
misunderstanding about Rothschild.

So much the better.

It allows me to be
outspoken with you.

You're just as aware as we
are that the French people

would like to see their
legitimate king return.

Even His Majesty's government

tries to help the Duke of
Orleans ascend the throne.

Since the king had to be without
means at that time,

he doesn't have any funds.

That's why you were approached?

Yes, indirectly.

But I immediately
explained to the contact man

that we'd only be
interested in the business

if the Treasury would
take on a formal guarantee.

That's impossible. This
business is strictly personal.

- In the interest of England?
- Certainly.

But you must understand

that His Majesty's government
won't be able to commit to it.

Not even financially.

Unfortunately, we're
not in the position

to own property in
Germany and France.

What are you trying to say?

I'm trying to say we don't
have Rothschild's advantage,

doing business against
Napoleon in Germany and England,

and for Napoleon in France,

and, therefore, they will
profit from every speculation.

I'm not as familiar as you are

with the secrets of
the House of Rothschild.

So all you can count
on are the given facts.

Unfortunately, we're
unable to come up with such facts.

May I rely on you to keep
my remarks confidential?

- Of course.
- Thank you.

- Good morning, Mr. Herries.
- Mr. Turner.

Please notify Mr. Rothschild

that I'd like to see
him as soon as possible.

Be more respectful, you dog!

Mr. Rothschild, Your Majesty.

Yes. So you're
asking for the favor--

I was asked by the English government

to supply the future King of
France with necessary funds.

You mean serving Your Majesty
with a plan of highest interest

for the English government?

I don't know who
expresses the highest interest.

It's a business that
excludes any listeners.

The man is deaf.

- The sum-- -
Is well known.

What securities can you give for it?

Count, please
explain to this gentleman

that my royal word
is security enough.

The English government
told me the same thing.

Generally, I prefer
concrete securities.

I'll make an exception and
suggest something else.

Pardon me?

The House of Rothschild founded
a branch in Paris,

managed by my brother James.

- Fine, he'll be decorated.
- Not important, Your Majesty.

But without securities, my
brother James will come to see you

after the accession to the throne.

And?

And receive Your Majesty's assignment

to conduct the
business of state finance.

I understand. Rothschild
here and Rothschild there.

Leave me alone, you flayer!

Mr. Rothschild, a man in my position

can't be too
sensitive with business affairs.

As the King of France, I
will show your brother favor.

Hello, gentlemen! I'm
coming from the post office.

Can I not even read
the paper in peace?

Damn it, Turner! Napoleon
has escaped from Elba!

And has arrived in France.

- You're lying, Bronstein!
- I know for sure.

And I made arrangements with
this coward of a king.

He'll run away again.

- Where to?
- To Herries.

Are you trying to blame me?

Napoleon will chase King
Louis out of the country!

You gave me advice to finance
him! I have to insist--

What do you have to insist on?

I'm in a desperate situation

if I don't receive clarification about
future developments in France!

Go see for yourself.

I'm not a soldier!

You have to tell me
what I need to know!

Will England intervene?

Of course.

As a member of the great
coalition, it's our duty to maintain order--

I don't care! Are the
allies going to win?

Napoleon is a great general!

So is Wellington.

That's sufficient.

I just wanted to know if he'll
be in command of the army.

Mr. Herries.

Impossible, Lieutenant. Milord
is unable to see you.

- Military preparations"
- That's why I have to talk to him.

I was his adjutant.

- Is Lord Wellington available?
- I don't think so, sir.

Ah, Lieutenant Crayton.

- I don't think I had the
honor-- - It doesn't matter.

Rothschild. Nathan Rothschild.

I'm familiar with your bank.

- You wanted to see Lord Wellington?
- Urgently.

Well, announce me already.

But why are you here to see
Lord Wellington, Mr. Crayton?

I thought you were a private citizen.

- You know that?
- By chance.

I was going to
announce my return to arms.

How patriotic!

As Baring's business partner, I'm
familiar with your situation.

It's a private matter.

It's hard to take on
a man like Mr. Baring.

Why are you so
interested in all this?

I'll tell you.

I might have a position for you which
will make you self-sufficient.

- Milord is asking you in.
- Yes, I'll be right there.

Well, come see me at
my office in an hour.

- I'm not a businessman.
- I don't need a businessman.

But I might need a military
man who has the general's trust.

Well, I'll see you in an hour,
yes? But it's all up to you.

The hat.

May I sit down, Milord?

Mr. Rothschild, is it that urgent?

Yes, Milord. Courtesy
is nice, but at war--

- I see, you already know.
- Everything!

- You'll be marching today?
- And?

You want to take over the
gold transfer again.

No. Too many profited by
it. But you should know best.

Besides, war allows for
better business. More certain.

You're talking about speculations?

It's not speculation when
you know the plans.

- Are you out of your mind?
- Milord.

We're both fighting for England.

You with soldiers, I with money.

Don't waste my time.

You can't talk to
me like that anymore.

You think it's a pleasure to
sit on your bonds as your banker?

You want my dignity at your disposal?

Who's talking about
dignity? Let's stick to the facts.

Milord, I have to
know what's going on.

I need to receive information,

important
information, you understand?

News is money!

What information am I
supposed to give you?

Not you. There are
other possibilities.

What kind?

Now, listen, Milord.

We should buy all the state
bonds we're able to get!

If we do it discreetly, Rothschild
won't make any trouble.

He'll be glad to get rid of the
bonds, which are unsafe for him.

And he'll have to sell to have cash.

As soon as we own the state bonds,
we'll be able to negotiate with him.

- Then he'll have to come to us!
- Yes, correct.

It comes as a surprise to me.

You're offering 5,000 pounds, and
I still don't know what my job is.

I'll pay all
day-to-day costs

and give you a chance to
use these 5,000 pounds--

Yes, but what for?

I'm the banker and financial
advisor of His Majesty

and need information about
the course of the war.

You don't have anyone else?

No.

My agents are sitting in
banks. I need a military agent.

Yes, but I'm a soldier.

Then you'll be a
plainclothes soldier this time.

I've talked to Lord
Wellington about you, and he agreed.

Your reports are secret and will
go from me directly to the government.

You know about my
connections to the Treasury.

No.

Nevertheless, they exist.

And Lord
Wellington knows--

He knows about your mission.

And you'll receive 5,000 pounds

if you inform me first about
the deciding battle.

- Well, then-- - Here's
a check for 200 pounds.

Have it paid out at the cash desk.

The rest when you leave.

- When?
- As soon as you can.

- Tonight, then.
- Good.

One more thing.

Lord Wellington demands
the utmost discretion.

- Not a word to anybody.
- To anybody.

Let the gentlemen in.

Gentlemen, you've been
told what this is about.

We'll make it short.

You're going to Amsterdam.

You're staying in
Ostend, by the ship.

You're going to
Boulogne. Do you speak French?

Not at the moment.

I do.

Good. We'll let the clergy go.

What kind of passport do you have?

A Papal passport.

Good. Nothing can happen to you.

Your mission is to send reports.

Important news. I don't care how
you get it. I'm paying well.

There will be a battle,

and the victor of this
battle will be the ruler of Europe.

I must know first who
the victor will be.

And the one who brings me the
news will receive 5,000 pounds.

And now, leave.

Well, Bronstein.

I'll stay.

- London is safer.
- That's up to you.

- Bring... What's his name?
- Rubiner.

Come in.

You have pigeons?

To carry news from
one place to another?

It's a very smart bird.

It always returns to the
place from which it came.

Good. Be prepared.

You have to go along
with a man, an officer.

Sleep well.

And you still don't want
to tell me? I'm so anxious.

I made a promise, darling. And
it wouldn't explain anything.

Why don't you leave in uniform?

Don't ask.

If it works out, we'll
be free of all worries.

And what shall I tell him
if he asks for his father?

Tell him his father is
doing his duty as a soldier.

Please don't make it
so hard for me to leave.

THE TYRANT WAS IN LYONS

The Usurper Approaches Paris

HIS MAJESTY, THE EMPEROR
NAPOLEON, IN FONTAINEBLEAU

All for money...

While nations bleed
on the battlefields,

huge speculations are being
prepared at the stock exchange in London.

Napoleon has been
recognized by the allies.

That won't bring my
money back, either.

You have to see the grand political
context, my friend.

There's no doubt the
French would like to make peace.

BIi]cher's already crossed the Rhine.

And we're buying state bonds.

Even love of the
fatherland can be discounted.

The emperor has tried to
negotiate with Vienna.

Go on.

He wants to give the
people a liberal constitution.

A liberal constitution!

It's over for him. I'll
get my money back.

What's going on,
Turner? Anything new?

Barely.

"Imminent encounter with
Wellington south of Brussels."

And we're supposed to keep on buying?

Certainly, to the very last paper.

Even when Rothschild refrains?

It's a bluff! It's all a bluff!

How is he supposed to know anything?

News from Crayton.

"Our armies under Wellington and
Blucher are opposing the French.

But Napoleon seems to
continue negotiations."

Good.

"Napoleon attacks the
Prussians by surprise."

The pigeon.

Mr. Rothschild, this
has just arrived.

Give it to me!

"He attacks...

He attacks!

Come on! Give, give,
give! What are you waiting for?

In two hours, I don't want to have one
piece of paper left in the house!

In Brussels we've
imagined the English

to be completely different.

Have I disappointed you, ladies?

How large is your army, Milord?

70,000 men, you little spy.

70,000 Englishmen?

Not quite as many Englishmen.

We share the bravery with our allies.

- May I help you?
- Take me to Wellington!

- It's urgent!
- Yes, please.

- Courier from Lord Blucher.
- Yes?

With trust in the
promised English help,

the Prussian army started the
fight against Napoleon's main force.

We were forced to retreat, since
the English failed to arrive.

Napoleon turned against Charleroi.

General Gneisenau marches northward

to unite with the English army.

The general asks Your
Excellency not to avoid the battle.

Thank you,
Captain. Convey my respects.

This time I won't
be a long time coming.

- How is it going in there?
- Excellent!

Rothschild is
selling everything he has,

and our people are
busy buying it all.

If the trust needs
money, turn to me, Baring.

- I'll mobilize the last penny.
-80 will I.

And I
think--

- Rothschild is selling.
- Yes, that's excellent.

The tent is still standing.

There, I see dust clouds.

Napoleon lets the cavalry attack!

Don't you want to send a message?

The casualties must be horrific.

What was that?

A grenade. Most likely
behind the house.

Oh, my God! Get me out.

Please get me out of here.

Just change your
pants. Then it will pass.

They're being pushed
back, and I can't help at all!

- What do you want to do?
- They're in need of every man!

- And the stock exchange?
- What exchange?

Why do you think you're
here? Only for the stock exchange.

What are you saying?

For the business of
Nathan Rothschild.

- That's not true, you pig!
- Please let me go!

Not until you tell me everything!

Rothschild said, "Whoever gets
the news gets the money!"

The money?

If he finds out who
won before the others do,

he'll be able to adjust
his business accordingly.

Pile of dirt!

Where are you going with the pigeons?

Crayton, that bastard!
The rascal betrayed me!

Maybe he's dead, Mr. Rothschild.

All six pigeons without
messages. That's a bad sign.

My money!

Is this the office of the Gazette?

It says so right there!

Just try and knock right here.

- They're not opening.
- It's not time yet.

In an hour, you can
buy the newspaper from me.

Damn it.

In half an hour, I have to
be aboard my ship to London.

- Why don't you leave later?
- Come on.

I need to have a certain important
report in a half-hour.

- You know what this
is? - A one-pound note.

You can keep it if you
get me a paper right away.

I Will, I Will!

Here's the newspaper.

CRUSHING VICTORY OVER
NAPOLEON AT WATERLOO

What did you hear?

Napoleon seems to
have had advantages.

And what happens now?

- We'll wait! What else?
- Always waiting.

- It can cost a lot of English money.
- Yes, our money!

All state bonds are
far below market value.

- I'm already losing 12,000 pounds!
- Do you think I'm not?

Turner rushed us into
this useless affair.

Silence, gentlemen.

We have not received one
reliable piece of information.

You can talk, Turner. If our
plan fails, I'll be ruined!

- Not just you. All of us!
- What can we do?

- Even Rothschild is selling!
- That's why!

We have to be consistent and
hold on. Hold and see it out!

- Is Mr. Rothschild here?
- He won't talk to anybody.

He'll talk to me. I'm
Captain Ruthworth.

Do you have a passport?

- Don't you know me?
- No.

But he does.

Do you know the captain?

No, I've never seen him.

- There you go!
- Here.

Thank you. Good enough.

Hey, you've lost your newspaper.

Thank you! That's
the last thing I need.

Mr. Rothschild, Mr.
Rothschild! Great victory over Napoleon!

- He's defeated, shattered!
- Is that true?

Has Samuel Bronstein ever been wrong?

Where did you get the information?

- I swear.
- Bronstein!

Send all the brokers to me.

You needed a broker?

Mr. Rothschild?

Go ahead. Go, go, go.

Come in, come in.

Go and get every agent, every broker.

Let them moan and scream.

London has to believe
that everything's lost.

I need panic!

And when the time is right, when
everyone has lost his head,

when the market values have
dropped, then it's time to buy,

quietly, secretly, small lots,

bigger lots, any way they come.

This day belongs to us! We're
all-knowing, like God!

You're not going to the
stock exchange, Mr. Rothschild?

No! Spread the rumor I've
fallen ill with grief!

And you worry I could harm myself.

The more people believe
it, the more they will sell!

Go. go! Hurry!

I have an important
message for Mr. Rothschild.

Announce me!

- Mr. Ruthworth.
- Ah, Ruthworth.

I know what I needed.

In a few days, we'll talk
about your expenses. Anything else?

Very well, then! It's right!

Nathan Rothschild,

would you be so kind
to make out my check?

5,000 pounds for Samuel
Bronstein, London.

Pretty signature.

Not pretty, but it's good again.

They dressed you up
like a circus horse.

What? Do you want to insult me?

You're guarding a dung
pile, that's insult enough.

- I'm earning money.
- Money? A few shillings.

I was hungry for
years. Now I'm content.

- Yes, because you don't think.
- Yes.

Do you know that
Napoleon is defeated?

No. Really?

Well, then we've won.

We? They have!

Perhaps I'll get a
shilling more per week.

Yes, you'll get
nothing. Here, have a sip.

You know, we will never get more.

Well, I just
thought because we've won.

- Yes. What's your name?
- Edward Undergrath.

And my name is Ruthworth.

And I thought I'd
receive 5,000 pounds.

You're Undergrath, and you're hoping
for a shilling more per week.

The whole English nation feels
like Undergrath and Ruthworth.

- You understand?
- No.

I don't quite understand it, either.

But it's always the same.

I was supposed to get more, but
neither of us gets anything.

Well, I'll think about it.

Maybe I should have punched
him in the face.

- Who?
- Well, Rothschild.

Maybe then I would
have gotten my shilling.

Then I would have
had to kick you out.

Then Mr. Undergrath throws
out Mr. Ruthworth.

And everything on
account of Rothschild.

Well, yes.

- Something's not right.
- No.

- So it is true?
- Yes, Napoleon has won!

- And Wellington fell.
- No, only captured.

- Napoleon dictates peace.
- This is the end.

Then I'm ruined!

- Damn Turner!
- Has he holed up yet?

Rothschild isn't here anymore.

- They say he committed suicide!
- Really?

- All we can do is follow his example.
- Not me! I'll save what I can!

I'm selling the
papers for bread and butter!

Of course! You're right!

It's madness to stick
to the agreement.

Napoleon invaded Brussels!

I want to sell ruthlessly.
Even against the agreement.

- I'm selling bonds for 54!
- Wait a moment!

- Napoleon marched into Brussels.
- How do you know?

You can hear it on every corner.

The French celebrate in Calais.

Well, there you have it!

-53!
- I'm selling bonds for 40!

You can only sell in
the exchange room!

- So what? I'm selling bonds for 40!
- That's prohibited here!

Panic in London!

The Jewish high finance is earning,

the people pay and lose.

Postmaster, I hold you responsible"

- When is the next coach leaving?
- But I've paid in advance!

I'll pay any price! 50
pounds for the coach!

I'm sorry, we have no horses left!

Impossible! You're obligated!

I'll make you liable!

This horse belongs to the
post station in Elfort.

Wipe it down and send it
back at the next opportunity.

The poor animal. You battered it.

You'd better set up an express
coach between London and Ostend.

- You come from the Continent?
- Yes.

- What's the news?
- What's happening?

- Is our defeat disastrous?
- What defeat?

Wellington's defeat.

Everyone's leaving West London.

But why? Our affairs are
in excellent standing!

Wellington has won?

Wellington would be an
exaggeration. The Prussians have won!

- What an impudence!
- The Prussians?

Yes. Leave me alone!

You double-crosser, you!

Napoleon...

He is defeated.

Done with! Gone!

But you don't even
know what that means.

Because you're unable to think.

Animals.

Stop! Where are you going?

- Rothschild.
- He's not in.

- Where's the pig?
- The pig? He's sick.

- Lies!
- Yes.

- Is he at the stock exchange?
- Possibly.

There you have it! I never speculate.

Did you see? That was
Baring. He's in it up to his neck.

Who's in it up to his
neck? What's going on here?

A scandal at the stock exchange.

- Why?
- England's army is defeated.

But that's not true.

Hello, Mr. Turner!

Mr. Turner, listen!

They're in a hurry today!

Yes, the money is running out.

- What isn't true?
- Napoleon is defeated, not us!

- We've won?
- Yes, the Prussians have.

What's going on with the Prussians?

- I just told you!
- Don't believe him!

The Prussians have won at Waterloo!

Do not resist. You have
disturbed the peace.

The love of His Majesty's
government benefits its smallest subjects.

It relieves us of
worries about money.

Because we have none.

But we have hunger.

We don't have to worry about that.

It comes on its own.

-90! 80!
- Forget it!

State stocks! For 40, for 38, for 37!

- For how much?
- For 37.

Don't sell under 25.

- Write 24.
-24.

- Wait. Not under 22.
-22.

- Are you out of your mind?
- Go to hell!

- You're sabotaging our agreement!
- So what?

Stocks for cheap!

Everybody's letting
them go! Even Baring!

- That's not true!
- I'm selling! Stocks, 35!

Baring! You're selling, too?

Just leave me alone,
Turner. Everything's lost, anyway.

Keep on writing. We're selling.

- Mr. Baring, I'm begging you.
- I'm selling everything at any price!

What's the matter?
Quick! Get a doctor!

I don't have time!

You claim to be an
officer of the Royal Army?

- Why aren't you with the troops?
- That's where I'm coming from.

From the great
battle, and as a civilian?

- Yes.
- Peculiar.

- You were in a battle as a civilian?
- Yes, yes.

- Who will believe that?
- Not you.

I haven't forced my opinion on
you. You were eager to talk to me.

Why am I here?

Because you disturbed law and order.

Speaking the truth is
disturbing law and order in this country?

The people took you
for an instigator.

I'm afraid they linger elsewhere.

- You're disrespectful.
- Possibly.

Coming from Belgium, you
know a little more.

That's enough.

From your point of view, who has won?

Us or Napoleon?

- The Prussians.
- So us.

- No, the Prussians!
- I don't understand.

Wellington was about to lose!

The Prussians arrived in the
nick of time and hammered Napoleon!

That's outrageous! How dare
you claim something like that?

- It's the truth!
- The truth!

- You're either a fool or a criminal.
- Let me go home, already!

Yes, you would like that. You'll
be detained for the time being.

Send for my wife, at
least! I'm injured.

All attempts were in vain.

- Is he-- ? -
Heart attack.

- Where's Mr. Baring?
- Quiet!

Where's Mr. Baring? I'm
selling stocks for 23!

He's dead.

21!

Smith...

Now I'm finished, too.

Make a note. I'm
selling stocks for 20.

Have you kept an eye on Ruthworth?

- No worries. He's completely drunk.
- Good.

Well, are you finally
done with your list?

- I'm at 10 million pounds.
-10 million pounds?

That's enough to buy England.

George!

You're injured?

Don't mention it!

- How is the boy?
- He's doing well.

We took him along to
celebrate our victory.

Well, Captain, your
statement turned out to be true.

- I'm listening.
- I apologize to you.

But your
declarations rang rather hollow.

- So we can leave now?
- Of course.

Wait a moment, Captain!

I'd only like to give
you some good advice.

We have won, and not the Prussians.

But I was right
there. The Prussians have--

Yes, you may acknowledge the
Prussians' achievements,

but to give them
credit for the victory?

It's the truth!

Truth doesn't
always equal cleverness.

That's all I'd like to add.

The stock exchange should
be closed now.

Well?

- Done!
- Well, and...?

A lot of bankruptcies will be
declared in the next few days.

- Baring is
dead-- - And Turner?

Finished.

- How much do we have now?
-11 million net.

My Waterloo!

How long has Turner been
in the debtor's prison?

A whole week. His
creditors hunted him down.

Sylvia...

Phyllis, the boy and I want to leave.

We're leaving this country.

- You're still young.
- Come with us.

There must be one place where
you're able to breathe freely.

Everything has its price here.

Your dignity, your
fortune. Even death pays off.

- In the land of freedom.
- Freedom.

Even God is not free in this country.

He's a business
partner, nothing more.

Please come with us.

But, Phyllis, I can't
leave him alone now.

- And you've sold everything?
- Everything.

I wasn't attached to it.

That's not possible!

We should be able to
find out what's going on!

It's our money!

I didn't pocket the money, either.

I deposited 136
shillings, but I have four children!

I can't. I'm not allowed to.

I've invested all my
savings. What am I going to get now?

Do you think you'll
get one single penny?

I was asked to
come. What do you want?

I'm the agent of Baring
Bank, and I have a message for you.

You're married to
Mr. Baring's daughter?

Tell Mr. Baring I'm not
interested in messages of any kind.

Mr. Baring is dead.

He didn't survive the
loss of his assets.

His assets? The people out
there say it's their money.

They have to continue to live.

Mr. Baring had asked me to
hand this letter to your wife or you

in the case of his death.

The payments of the Baring
Bank have been discontinued.

Complete bank failure.

Add this letter to
the bankruptcy files.

Write a statement that
my wife was disinherited.

I'm extremely sorry.

You should be sorry for
the people out there.

They've always been cheated.

I could have done without the
honor of being Mr. Baring's heir.

My ship leaves tomorrow.

Why don't you let the people in?

I've received orders
to avoid disturbances.

How are they
supposed to learn the truth?

Listen up, people! Baring
has declared bankruptcy.

- Bankruptcy?
- Payments are discontinued!

- Thievery!
- Unlock the gate!

Don't make a fuss! Give me the key!

If there's nothing left to
lose, people must hear the truth!

That's right!

Perhaps a few wealthy
heirs of Baring!

- You are the wealthy heirs!
- Yes!

Poor people.

We have never been as rich as
now, now that we have nothing.

You say you've also sold your house?

I believe it was our house.

You're free of debts now.

But not free of fault.

I didn't realize what
Rothschild meant.

I deserve it.

You say
Rothschild. I'm saying England.

Well, that's the same thing!

I envy Phyllis and George.

They're leaving this country.

I can't escape from my own mistakes.

- Mr. Anthony Turner.
- Yes?

Mrs. Turner, here's the receipt.

80,000 pounds, paid today.

You are free.

Don't you have anything you
could leave behind for me?

Not even my clean conscience.

It was my deceased father's
wish to return the papers to you,

Your Highness, as soon
as you'd demand them.

To the point. How much?

600,000 nominal.

Go ahead, count them.

10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60.

What about the interest?

Five percent, as agreed.

Very little.

I'd like to know how much
you made with that money.

The strictest honor has always
been the highest principle of our house.

I was waiting for that.

Honest in Germany,

loyal in France, and
honorable in England.

Listen up, boy.

In this life, I don't
set any higher value

than to be regarded as a
friend of human kindness and humanity.

But nothing is more disgusting

than one pickpocket telling
lies to another,

"I'm an honest man."

May I ask Your
Highness for the receipt?

Yes, but first, remind
me, how did it go again?

Strictest honor?

"The strictest honor has always
been the highest principle of our house."

Let me tell you, from
your point of view,

the world is indeed shrinking.

All you need is clear-sightedness.

- So you're here in London.
- And so are you.

Both of us.

My brother Salomon will be in Vienna.

- Salomon Rothschild.
- Correct.

Here, to Naples, we'll
send my brother Carl.

- Carl Rothschild.
- Of course.

Here, I'll show you something.

London.

Vienna.

Naples.

Our parent house is
here in Frankfurt.

England is in Gibraltar.

And what's there?

Jerusalem.

You want to open a branch there, too?

The other way around, dear Herries.

We are the branches of Jerusalem.

By the completion of this film,

the last of the Rothschilds
have left Europe as refugees.

The struggles against their
accomplices in England,

the British plutocracy, continues.