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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.