As a last resort and pressured by public opinion, King Louis XVI decides to summon the Estates-General in the spring of 1789.
This special assembly, constituted of the three orders of society - the Nobles, the Clergy, and the Third Estate that represents the common people - t
But, faced with the expectations of the whole nation, will that assembly yield once more to the monarch's will?
In the villages and towns, hunger riots are multiplying. Unemployment and misery throw thousands of unfortunate people into the streets.
In the name of the King, and through the Count Lazare de Peyrolles,
in the year 1788, the 25th of July, for failure to pay the tax and convicted of fraud,
the sirs Maneron, Kerjean and Mazurier are condemned to the galleys, and their lands confiscated.
Without plea, the sentences are applicable today.
What fraud? It's unfair! We can't pay, we don't have anything left!
Our harvests, our crops... Everything was devastated by drought!
- Mercy! Our families are going to starve! - Silence !
May this serve as an example to you all. Officers, take the accused away!
- Father! Father! - Ronan!
Ronan, don't meddle in this! Go away!
Our dying gaze
On our land The sound of our mothers crying
Misery You have already seized everything else
Don't take our souls from us
On our skin It's all we have left
Misery on our shoulders Sticking like plague
On our skin nothing disappears Starvation is threatening us
If you covet our riches We'll sell you our skin
- Peasants, in the name of the King, comply! - Never! - Never!
- Fire, if that's your King's only answer! - Soldiers, charge!
Father! Father, no! Father!
Fixed
Why the fixed stare And the mind at attention?
For whom should we run the risk Of crawling on our knees?
My dreams that they confiscate Our gods that they discard
The odious song of the phoenix That takes everything from us
I have endured the torture Of a kiss on the cheek
Under the yoke of militias All the way
Nothing is worth the price of a man
Don't weave your crown From the thread that holds us
The cry of my birth was equal to yours
Solène, sister...
We don't have anything left here.
We have to go - go to the city together. It's our only hope.
But I swear to come back someday and avenge our father's death, avenge our honor, and take back this land that belongs to us.
Betting is closed When the dice are cast
He exerts himself Then here he is, falling asleep, satisfied
Oh poor treasure!
He plays it Like he's an ace of hearts
Proud of himself Convinced he holds very good cards
And I still yawn
(- She's bluffing! - The Queen of France!)
At night I'm bored
I dance and I forget
Desire hounds me
(What are you playing at?) Screw it, I'm all in!
Nothing is going well It makes me lose my mind
I spend unwisely To finally treat myself to the great thrill
I want the jackpot
He struts While I languish
The trio of queens Has often finished the game alone
Let's sound the revolt
(She's bluffing! 1, 7, 8, 9!)
At night I'm bored
I dance and I forget
Desire hounds me
(What are you playing at?) Screw it, I'm all in!
At night I'm bored
I want to forget him, forget him And lose myself at all costs
So I gamble
(It's love that you wager!) Screw it, I'm all in!
Here I am, queen Of solitary nights
I drown my sorrow In the exhilaration of fleeting happiness
And it makes me lose my head
(She's bluffing! 1, 7, 8, 9)
Making a pair would be nice I don't want to be stuck with diamonds anymore
I'm sick of attracting zeros I want to get lucky
(She's bored in bed
At night she's bored)
At night I'm bored
I dance and I forget
Desire hounds me
(The King of France!) Screw it, I'm all in!
At night I'm bored
I want to forget him, forget him And to lose myself at all costs
So I gamble
It's love that you wager! Screw it, I'm all in!
I caught you, pretty farm-girl!
You win, my dear husband! Better and better - you confuse me with your minister.
Perhaps you should move in with him.
Necker... My good Necker! Come closer! Why are you here?
To discuss a highly important matter with you, Sire.
Of course. As always.
- Monsieur le comte d'Artois? - Your Majesty.
I entrust your brother the King to you. Advise him well.
I'm listening.
The situation is serious, Sire. The State is in bankrupt. We can't pay any longer.
Well... Well... Ask for a loan! Hell, ask for a loan!
No one's willing to lend anymore, Sire. And in any case we wouldn't be able to repay.
Then increase the taxes! Brother, must I remind you that you summoned the Estates-General for that purpose?
- The deputies of the Third Estate will never agree. - And why is that?
Because they represent the people, and the people support all the weight of the taxes.
But your job is to leave them no choice!
My job is to serve the King, not to set the country against the monarchy!
So, Necker, what do you suggest?
A fiscal reform that will be based on equity and justice.
Oh, the big words are out! You see, brother, Mr. Necker is fashionable - he talks only about justice.
So, where are you going to find that just money, Mister Banker? - Through an effort from everyone.
Taxing according to the level of riches, drawing on the clergy's returns, limiting the nobles' pensions to relieve the most humbles of our towns and
- So you want a revolution? - Quite the opposite, I want to avoid it!
Everywhere, people are indignant at the Court's ostentation. Do you know that the Queen's personal expenses have more than doubled this year?
- That's enough, Necker! You're becoming insolent! - Realistic, your Highness. Simply realistic.
Come on, gentlemen, calm down! This is no place for a quarrel! We'll resume this conversation tomorrow.
Madame de Polignac, I congratulate you - the Dauphin has made great progress!
Majesty, our little prince rehearsed his steps all afternoon with Olympe, his governess.
Congratulations, my son. Thank you, my dear.
- Madame de Polignac, has the doctor given the Dauphin his potion? - Olympe, come here and tell the Queen!
- Yes, your Majesty. And the fever has broken. - I thank you.
He's back? - Yes, my friend. Incognito!
Monsieur de Fersen rents a room in Paris. Speak in a loud voice, we're watched!
[loud] Has Madame Royale been good today? [low] Why doesn't he come to Versailles?
[loud] Good as gold, your Majesty. [low] You have too many enemies here!
Well. What can we do, then?
He offered to meet you tomorrow night at Palais-Royal.
Palais-Royal, right in the middle of Paris? But that's madness!
- No, actually! It's a place where no one would expect to see you... Olympe will accompany you. - Olympe?
Under the archways, near the Café de Foy, your Majesty. Monsieur de Fersen will wait for you there.
Everything's planned. I know someone who'll guide us. - If the King hears of it, I'm lost!
Majesty, I ask you to trust me.
- Ramard! - Royal police!
- Imbecile, it's me! - Who goes there? Oh my God, your Highness, it's you! You gave me such a fright!
- Ramard... - Yes, your Highness? - What's that disguise?
- Incognito, I'm working for you incognito! I inspect, I sniff out, I listen- - Okay, whatever you say. So?
So that Polignac woman is up to something. I bet it's about Fersen, your Highness!
We must protect the Queen, Ramard - at all costs. You'll follow Madame de Polignac and that Olympe girl. I want to know everything, do you hear me? I
Trust in me.
- Ramard! It's not working! - Right, your Highness... Rapidity, efficiency! - Yes, and also...
Also, discretion, Ramard! A little less froufrou.
I don't understand, this dress is very nice!
Really... Oh God, he's so envious! Bored of always wearing black, surely. Oh, my God!
Your Highness! Your Highness! Your Highness!
Danton... Danton... It's Danton!
Glory be to the women Who pay themselves on my ugliness
To my soul's great happiness
Glory be to the rascals Who at the street corners frighten
The lazy bums of Versailles
At Palais-Royal The buffoons are kings
At Palais-Royal Pleasures make the rules
You need audacity And more audacity As low-class citizens
It'll be fine
We lose our lives For a woman's smile
In the swindlers' paradise
In the dives The bourgeois mix with the vagabonds
And they fight for a word
At Palais-Royal The buffoons are kings
At Palais-Royal Pleasures make the rules
You need audacity And more audacity As low-class citizens
Danton's in the house
It'll be fine
Glory be to our dreams That lie dormant under the misery
Let our anger rise
Glory be to this day When our motherland awakens
Here comes our time at last
At Palais-Royal The buffoons are kings
At Palais-Royal Pleasures make the rules
You need audacity And more audacity As low-class citizens
Audacity And always more audacity
It'll be fine
Ah, my little Charlotte! Give me a little kiss.
- Come with me! Come on! - Charlotte! Where are you going?
- Desmoulins! - Ronan, my friend!
So, where are the articles?
Marat refused to print them. He wants 55 livres to do it. - 55 livres?
But where does he think I could find them? He had promised he would pay himself on the sales! - But, Camille!
I'll settle that. - Really? How?
Tonight, I'll go and print them by myself in the workshop. Marat won't notice anything.
It's thanks to you that I'm working for him, and I don't forget what I owe you.
Oh, thank you, my friend! Tomorrow, the whole Palais-Royal will know Camille Desmoulins,
the first revolutionary to write "Long live the Republic! Liberty to the People!" Come here!
- Desmoulins, always putting the world to rights! - Monsieur Danton!
I, Monsieur, want the revolution, yes, but I want it made of pleasure. We need wine, we need blood, we need human heat!
And we need pretty women.
Who's that one? - This is my friend Ronan.
- Ronan Mazurier, arrived in Paris six months ago. Hello. - Welcome, Ronan.
- Tell me, why are you hanging around here? - You know me! - A woman?
- I have a rendez-vous. It's love, Camille! It's always love!
Secret love, physical love... Oh, I'm waiting for her, I wish she were here, I can sense her presence- It's my little lady-love!
- Monsieur Danton... - Oh, "Monsieur Danton"!
We found each other near the Rue Saint-Denis. She was selling her body. I offered her the highest price for it. She followed me, companion of my rovin
But wait, nothing more, I'm married! By day, it's Madame Danton and by night it's-
What's your name again? - Solène!
You know each other? What's happening between those two?
Danton, your lady-love's name is Solène and she's my sister.
Ah bravo, Danton! Destiny's agent, guardian angel of the families... Bravo!
This is my family - France is! And for her I would knock down mountains.
Camille, come with me to the Estates-General.
Please excuse him. About Marat, I'm counting on you.
Bravo, bravo! - Hurry up!
- What does he mean by "the best price"? - And you're asking me questions?
You innocent boy! It means he pays me for his pleasure.
And if it's not him, others do! - Shut up! - No, listen to me!
Since when we arrived in Paris, you've been embracing grand ideas, allowing smooth talkers to win you over,
running around, blinded by your ambition... Did you wonder what was becoming of me?
You had disappeared. I searched for you everywhere, for weeks.
I thought you had left. - Hunger.
You see, I was alone. Yes, I left. And now I sell myself to whoever wants me, and I eat!
Go away! I don't want to see you again!
In broad daylight my romances turn to ashes
I am extinguished when your mornings come alight
Everything looks ordinary Under the light
The waltz of common lives is playing
In the night my misfortune flies away
My crown is a ray of moonlight
In order to see in your eyes Some interest
I become queen of nocturnal lives
I hear the night calling me
In the evening I feel more beautiful
My soul lights up when the day ends All my quirks are meant for the dark
Midnight marks the time for exquisite passions
In obscurity my sanity disguises itself
The buffoons are kings I have all the rights
At the rebels' masquerade ball
I hear the night calling me (Seize the night [in Latin])
In the evening I feel more beautiful (It's the night's work [in Latin])
My soul lights up when the day ends All my quirks are meant for the dark
I hear the night calling me
In her arms I feel beautiful
I dance with her under the stars And I don't care about anything else
I hear the night calling me (Seize the night [in Latin])
In the evening I feel more beautiful (It's the night's work [in Latin])
My soul lights up when the day ends All my quirks are meant for the dark
Psst, Loisel! Psst, Tournemain! Take your positions!
They'll arrive soon. Stay here, I'll fetch them.
There, near the column. Be quick!
Majesty, you only have a few minutes.
- Majesty? No kidding? - Charlotte! You promised me!
- Majesty. - Axel, my friend. Get up.
At last!
Please come back to me! My life is so sad, surrounded on all sides... In Versailles, there is only intrigues and slanders.
Your presence, your friendly face... You're my sole hope! - And my despair, Madame.
Coming back would mean exposing you to scandal. Think of the King. - The King? But, poor man!
I can make him do anything, even the unthinkable!
I'll have you released from your duties in the provinces, I'll settle you, I'll- - No, that's madness!
What does it matter since I love you?
I leave Paris tomorrow morning.
You're leaving?
You don't love as I love you.
I understand... There's another woman! - No, Madame!
- You're lying! - Never, I swear!
- You're lying! - Hey! Who's there? - Majesty, we must go!
- Farewell, Madame. - When will I see you again? - Hey, woman!
Go yell somewhere else and let me sleep! - Monsieur!
You don't talk that way to a lady! - What? A lady, here?
- You'll answer to me for that! - I'm your man! - No! Monsieur! No!
- Police! In the name of the King! - Charlotte! Run! - Rapidity, efficiency! Take your positions!
- Get out of the way! - Help! - Let go of me! - Let go of me, you brute!
Nobody move! Nobody! Nobody move! I said nobody! Nobody must move! Nobody move!
Right. So, what's happening here? Mademoiselle Olympe! - Oh, Monsieur Ramard!
Mademoiselle Olympe, what are you doing here at Palais-Royal in the middle of the night? It looks like I arrived in time.
Well, we... We were on our way back from dinner - my friends and I were - when... - Your friends? Yeah, sure!
...when that man savagely assaulted us! - I did nothing of the sort!
I was sleeping on a bench and shouts awoke me. There were a man and a woman quarreling.
That's not true! He was following us! He tried to hit us, and to steal my purse!
- Oh, what a brat! Don't listen to her, she's- - Be quiet! Be quiet!
Tournemain, Loisel, frisk him! Frisk him, let's get this over with!
Oh, Auguste, Auguste, look!
"Auguste, Auguste, look!" Give me that, by the horns of Beelzebub! Bunch of incompetents!
Right, I read... "A republic is the only kind of government that suits free men. No more king, no more priv-"
No more privileges? Oh! Oh, so that man is- What's the word again? A republican!
What's your name?
Tournemain, that's enough!
"What's your name", I asked!
Ronan Mazurier, son of a peasant! Up with the republic, down with the tyrants and down with the snitches!
Okay, your number is up! To the dungeon! To the Bastille! Right now!
- Let go of me! - And in silence! In silence!
Mademoiselle Olympe... Over here!
Mademoiselle Olympe, allow me to thank you for that prime catch. - It's not necessary. - Oh, it is!
It is! It's very very good for my promotion! And your father the warden of the Bastille,
the warden of the prison, will be proud to know that his daughter - such a pretty person! - is involved in the State's safety.
Where did she go? Ah, here she is! Mademoiselle Olympe...
Mademoiselle Olympe, you and me, after the Bastille...
In my little room... A few candles - oh, not much, not much! Some sweet wine, and then...
Then I'll tell you words, oh my God! Oh, I'll tell you words, words-
Oh my God, I offended you! I offended you, I'm unforgivable, Mademoiselle!
Yes, but please at least allow me to-
Oh, damn, she's good at that, the wretched woman! Right?
Allow me to... I don't know, at least to-
Allow me to thank your father on your behalf.
Rapidity, efficiency! Come on!
Wasn't your father's death enough?
In losing your land, haven't you learned anything?
Absolute power shouldn't be defied
You were warned, now you're accused
Who do you think you are, little wretch?
In offending the King, you're insulting God
You embraced a lost cause
You were possessed, now you're imprisoned
A dream is enough for me to escape at once Your cell is in your brain
My revenge rises so I can break free She's the steel of your bars
I'm an insomniac My mind is a mess
A total maniac
The disgraceful pamphlets that you print
Show that you're prisoner of your revenge
The kings have been leading the world since time immemorial
Now here you are, condemned like a poor innocent
A dream is enough for me to escape at once Your cell is in your brain
My revenge rises so I can break free She's the steel of your bars
I'm an insomniac My mind is a mess
A total maniac
A dream is enough for you to escape at once My cell is in my brain
Your revenge rises so you can break free She's the steel of my bars
I'm an insomniac My mind is a mess
A total maniac
Near the Bastille, age-old prison Ronan the Revolutionary will be killed
For a few coins, your Highness God willing, I'll pierce and wound
Under his white cheek, the tender- Uh-oh, problem! Stairs!
Take your positions, bunch of incompetents!
Look out, stunt!
-under his white cheek, the tender youth
Ronan the Revolutionary will be killed!
Hurry up, Tournemain!
So, here's how it happened. This morning, in Versailles, the Count of Artois,
my master, the King's brother, has me called to his private office.
So I run, I run, I run, I run, I fly... and there I find Olympe. Olympe!
My Olympe, petrified. Yes!
Under the Count of Artois's cold angry eye. Anger, please!
Yes, that'll do.
"What have you done, stupid girl? A secret rendez-vous at night at Palais-Royal?"
Oh my God, my God, the poor girl, attempting timidly to defend herself!
Enunciate, Olympe! I don't understand any of this!
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, your Highness. I'm just a humble governess. I obeyed Madame de Polignac as part of my service to the Queen."
As part of your service to the Queen? All in front of a dangerous revolutionary?
If he talks, imagine the scandal! Was your intention to cause her downfall?
My God, how unfair! A revolutionary! How could she have known?
Your Highness, I beg your forgiveness!
My forgiveness? No less! If Her Majesty weren't fond of you,
I would have you dismissed, arrested, tried and imprisoned just like that... - Mazurier!
- Ronan Mazurier! - Ronan Mazurier, thank you! - You're welcome!
- Your Highness, please free that man, free Ronan, he's innocent, it's all my fault! - But no, what are you saying, silly girl! Be quiet!
- But *I* led the Queen under the archways! - No!
- And *I* set the rendez-vous with Count Fersen. - No, no, be quiet, my love!
Oh, I'm sorry, but you shouldn't talk that way to the Count!
- And then when- w- w- I- I- - What is she saying? The signal is weak!
And it was so dark... He can't have been able to see anything.
Your Highness, the girl is right, it was dark, we couldn't see anything - really nothing at all!
Even I didn't recognize the Queen. Yeah, right! With her ridiculous wig, she looks like a bus!
But well, obviously other people couldn't... - Ramard!
- ...hide behind(?), it's complicated- - No risk, so no witness.
If he speaks, that Ronan can single-handedly cause the fall of the monarchy.
You'll give this to- - Well, they're quick, they were trained!
To the warden of the Bastille. Ronan must disappear. Tonight.
Count on me, your Highness. Rapidity, efficiency.
Yes, that's it! That's why I pay you! - And handsomely so!
- Idiot! - Thank you!
Idiot yourself! Oh, you'll pay for all those humiliations, I promise it to you!
- Monsieur Ramard ! - Yes, my dear?
Yes, my dear? - What did the Count ask you? That man, Ronan... You must tell me!
- Splash, in the Seine, the aristo told me! - Oh my God!
- What's the matter? Do you pity him? - No!
Oh, good, I'm glad to hear it. Because you know, Olympe, I'm terribly jealous.
A little kiss in the meantime? - You can't be serious!
I am! Sorry. I'm serious, oh God, of course I am! I think of it day and night - especially night...
You know, Olympe, I'm a good match. Soon I'll be a Marquess and you, my dear,
you'll be Olympe de Ramard, Princess of the Bastille - hey, it's no small matter!
- The Bastille! - Yes, exactly, the Bastille, yes.
- Don't waste time, it's waiting for you! - You're right!
Duty first. In order to come back to you as soon as possible, my love.
A little peck? - No.
- No? A little smack, then? - No.
- No? What could I offer you?
A casserole! A good beef casserole! - No!
I see... She doesn't like casserole.
Hey! Heel, bunch of incompetents! Come on! To the Bastille! Back to work!
- Father! Father, you must help me! - Olympe?
He didn't do anything, he was arrested by my fault! The snitches will take him, they'll drown him in the Seine!
I don't understand any of this! Calm yourself.
- Ronan! - Ronan? - Ronan!
Oh, right, Ronan. It's the young prisoner of the Tour du Puits.
- Yes. You're the master here... - Right.
- So free him for me by the secret entrance. - Right, right...
- Charlotte's waiting for us at the moat. - Right, right... No!
No, I can't! I'll never fail to my duty! And look...
His name is written in the prison's register, here! The snitches can't do him any harm.
Of course they can, they're the Count of Artois's men! You know that-
Lieutenant du Puget! Auguste Ramard. Open the door!
- Oh, here they are! Give me the key! - No, it's out of the question!
- In the name of the King, open the door immediately! - Oh, this is ridiculous!
Olympe, don't! Come back!
Lieutenant du Puget! We must transfer the prisoner Ronan Mazurier immediately.
- Do you have a written order? - You bet, Mister Haughty! Here, from the Count of Artois.
- So, I don't have the keys, we'll have to call a guard. - Oh, that's not a problem!
It's too high, you idiot, hold it lower!
Rapidity, efficiency!
Be quiet! Be quiet! Oh, tell me, Lieutenant, it's still that way, right? - Right, it is. - Thank you.
Oh no no! It's not there, it's not there!
Hey! Heel, bunch of incompetents!
Olympe!
Lieutenant du Puget? Lieutenant du Puget! Over here! Let's look that way! Let's look that way, they must have(?)- Idiot! There! Oh my God! ??? That
Olympe! Olympe!
Olympe!
Olympe! Olympe! Come here! Come here! - Lieutenant du Puget!
Lieutenant du Puget! Tournemain! Tournemain, where's Loisel? Where did he go? Come here! Come here, I said! Come here, it's this way, you idiot!
You again?
- Follow me! - No way, I stay here!
Idiot! They follow me, they're coming to kill you!
I'm a political prisoner, ready to die for Liberty!
First, what's your name? I want to know your name. - Never! - Then I won't move!
My name is Olympe.
And that's for your tantrum, Mister Revolutionary!
I'm sorry.
Follow me!
Olympe! Olympe!
Lieutenant du Puget! Loisel! Lieutenant! Oh, I forgot!
Tournemain, hurry up!
It looks like you're not getting any better. What are you doing, exactly? May I know?
I asked you a question. What are you doing, exactly? What are you doing?
I'm Charlotte. At the end of the canal are the Jardins de l'Arsenal. Liberty! Paris is yours, Little Prince!
Thank you, Charlotte.
Go on, go away before they catch you!
Charlotte! Charlotte! Where is he?
Gone, your revolutionary! He ran away flat out, like a shrew!
But I- I wanted- I wanted to tell him... - Tell him what?
It's true, he's cute.
Well, figure it out yourself. My mission is over. Bye!
What? But- Charlotte! Charlotte!
I think about it again
Always, again And it goes round in circles
I think about it as much
As time waits for us It's my prison
All that longing damns me
All that attracts me condemns me
I know the sentence For the indecency Of my thoughts
I used to be innocent I was insolent enough To dare
Here comes the agony I made the mistake Of looking at you
Doubting, defying
Being confused, being wary It's a constant obsession
Missing him, feeling so changed
Letting the wound obliterate the rest It's an exquisite addiction
All my desires take revenge
All that attracts me troubles me
I know the sentence For the indecency Of my thoughts
I used to be innocent I was impudent enough To dream
Here comes the agony I made the mistake Of looking at you
I think about it
And it goes round in circles
Ah! Here, it's pretty, now!
The King of France!
- Majesty, the deputies are waiting for you. - Someone's waiting for me?
The Estates-General, Sire, in the Room of Royal Entertainment. You summoned them.
Royal entertainment? Ah, yes! Necker! There will be games, then?
- No, Majesty, it's the deputies! - Ah! Very little entertainment, then...
What a bore! Let us have done with it as quickly as possible!
- I'm thirsty! - A drink for the King!
- Necker, you'll drink with me! - A glass for Monsieur Necker!
- No, Majesty, not in front of the deputies! - Yes, you'll drink!
- I won't, Majesty. - You will! - I won't! - You will!
- It smells like powder! A gun! - The King's gun! The King's powder!
- Majesty, we're not out hunting. - Well, let's change the custom.
Messieurs, let's all go to the woods! - The King's horses! The King's hounds! - No, enough!
You're being unreasonable, Majesty! You're being unreasonable! Oh! - What is it? What is it?
- Ding dong, ding dong! It's time! - Time? - The King's clock!
Take this, Necker. Don't you like my clock? What a beautiful mechanism!
- Majesty, the deputies- - Yes, it's all right!
But... The time is not right!
Necker, I'm the King, I want my clock to display the right time! - The King's winder!
- Look, Majesty, the deputies- - No, it's not interesting!
Look! Look, Necker! How funny they are! Dance, dance, little deputies!
- Majesty, please stop this farce! - Necker! Dance with them!
- But I can't dance! And I hate dancing. - Ah, you refuse to obey me! But I'm the master!
I'm the master of the Estates-General! I'm the King of France!
- Ramard! - Your Highness. - Don't you have anything else to do?
- Serving you, your Highness. Of course, serving you! - Badly! Serving me badly!
Ronan vanished! He escaped the Bastille! Bravo, bravo! You're really good! - But, your Highness, it's not my fault!
It was certainly- - Now listen to me. You'll find him, and quickly! Otherwise...
Otherwise you'll end up sacrificed on duty's altar. Do you know what I mean? - No, your Highness. What do you mean, exactly?
- At the bottom of the Seine, in his place. - Ah no! No no no!
- With the carp. - I can't stand water! - I know.
- Your Highness is too kind. - I know.
Go, on the double! - Ah yes, on the double, yes!
- Stop, wait! - Yes, I come back, I'm here! Good evening, your Highness.
Where are you running off to?
Well, in the dark bars, in the corners of putrid alleys... It's there that the vermin hides. It's there that the hunter tracks.
Oh, your Highness, you can't imagine the courage required- - Be quiet!
Incompetent!
Rue Saint-André-des-Arts, number 8. - Really?
- Yes, he works for some Marat. - A Marine?
- Not a Marine - Marat, imbecile! A fanatic doctor, a scribbler of libels.
Oh, it's always the same with scribblers!
- Ramard... - Yes, your Highness, that's me!
How should I say it? Wouldn't it be clever to take them by surprise?
Oh, Your Highness, what a brilliant idea! Really, it's brilliant, it's-
- Ramard? - Yes? - Get out of here!
Rapidity, efficiency, your Highness.
- He's so exhausting! - Oh my God, I'm exhausting!
- Hello, Marat! - Robespierre.
My friends, I'm coming from the Room of Royal Entertainment. The deputies sent me to announce big news to the Parisians.
Desmoulins... Write this in your journal. Your quill will be more generous than any speech!
- You can count on me, Robespierre. - Good. We're listening.
"We, deputies of the Third Estate, only representatives of the French people, refuse to keep taking part in the Estates-General as long as reforms wo
We demand for each deputy of the Third Estate a whole vote, equal to each deputy of the Nobles and the Clergy.
Let them join us to found together a National Assembly, free and independent." - Bravo, Robespierre!
Ah, bravo, Robespierre! Bravo! Nice words, nice sentences...and meanwhile the people are starving!
But you won't change anything because you, the deputies, you're wealthy and corrupted like those you pretend to fight.
You don't know what you're talking about. We demand equality and justice, like you.
But what do you want? An insurrection?
It's the people that'll impose by force the proscription of the privileged. And we'll even go to Versailles to overthrow the King if needed!
- A peasant's dream! - Yes, I'm a peasant! And the son of a peasant!
It's easy to sing of Liberty when you graduated from a famous school, you lawyers! When you have a father that sleeps in his bed-
- Take that back immediately! - Mine paid his revolt with his life! They stuffed his chest with lead!
- So what? Only the martyrs can make a revolution? - You bastard! You'll pay for that!
Hey! Stop it! Why are you fighting?
The revolution that we want starts with respect - respect for each other.
Come on!
Come on, you can't harvest friendship on bad quarrels, so make up.
That's an order!
Ronan!
Come on!
All right. Now, back to work!
Attention Let's beware Beware of the madmen, soldiers
On our knees Under the yoke Everything was brought into line
Too often we lived in submission For too long we have given in
Dramas Are being plotted And the excess will kill
The street shouts And protests And the excess will silence
No more bowing We're resolved to resist
We dreamed of evolution
We dreamed of revolution
Come on, my friends The day of glory has to be dreamed up
We dreamed of elevation
We dreamed of revolution Come on, children
The day of glory has
The day of glory has to be dreamed up
There's the male An animal Who wants to dominate
Disloyally He extends his territory To rule everything
With his law he destroys our rights With our rights we reject his law
We dreamed of evolution
We dreamed of revolution Come on, my friends
The day of glory has to be dreamed up
We dreamed of elevation
We dreamed of revolution Come on, children
The day of glory has
The day of glory has to be dreamed up
No more bowing We're resolved to resist
We dreamed of evolution
We dreamed of revolution Come on, my friends
The day of glory has to be dreamed up
We dreamed of elevation
We dreamed of revolution Come on, children
The day of glory has
The day of glory has to be dreamed up
- The snitches, the snitches, they're here! Quick, the snitches! - Marine - Marat! I'm looking for a Marat.
Marine, Marat, I'm not sure.
Show me that... Oh my God! Oh my God, she's so ugly! Throw her in the Seine! Marine! Marat!
- Let go of me! Let go of me! - Psst! Little Prince!
Charlotte? I recognize you, you're Charlotte! You were at the moat.
Well, you can say I arrived at the right time!
- But how did you know? How did you find me? - Easy! You want to understand? - Well, yes!
- Come with me! - But-
- Stay there and don't move! - Charlotte, wait!
- Ronan... - Olympe?
Don't look this way, listen to me! Flee Paris as soon as you can. The Count of Artois wants you dead.
The Count of Artois? But why would he pursue me?
I can't tell anything more! Forget what you saw at Palais-Royal and disappear.
I won't flee! I'm not scared of a count, even if he's the King's brother.
Believe me! The snitches will come back and I won't be able to protect you again.
Protect me? But why would you look after me?
Because I'm the cause of your misfortune. Because you're brave, and proud, and I...
I wish so much for you to forgive me the harm I did to you!
- Let me look at you, see your face again! - Hey, what did I say?
- Forget my face. - Never. I'll never forget it.
- Farewell. - No, don't go away! One more instant! Give me your hand!
Olympe? Olympe!
Don't look for her, Little Prince, she's gone.
Oh, you look so sad! You lost your princess... She's beautiful, huh?
Charlotte, you must help me. I don't know anything about her. How can I find her?
- Come on, tell me now! - Okay, okay!
But promise me you won't tell her I told you. - I promise.
Right. She takes care of the Austrian's children at the Court.
The Dauphin - Louis XVI and Marie-Antoinette's son - he's dead. The funeral will take place tomorrow at Saint-Denis. Olympe will surely accompany th
No! No! Let go of me!
My baby! No!
I beg you Be my enemy
A poison consumes me For loving you so much
I ward you off Thoughts of you torment me
As much as I fight I don't measure up
I lose my way While trying to get rid Of the bonds that grip me
I fight against you I fight against myself
Must we make war to please each other? Must we make love and say nothing?
Must we reduce our differences to silence?
Must we keep on fleeing our wounds? Obliterate the blade from the bites?
Betray ourselves without admitting our differences?
What attracts us separates us What attracts us leads us astray
All that brings us together Resembles us
My resolve is weakening From the bottom of my wounds
I've dreamed our lovemaking Stronger than our quarrels
No matter where we come from Put your hand in my hate Your weaknesses will be mine
I fight against you I'm happy pressed against you
Must we make war to please each other? Must we make love and say nothing?
Must we reduce our differences to silence?
Must we keep on fleeing our wounds? Obliterate the blade from the bites?
Betray ourselves without admitting our differences?
What attracts us separates us What attracts us leads us astray
All that brings us together Resembles us
Must we make war to please each other? Must we make love and say nothing?
Must we reduce our differences to silence?
What attracts us separates us What attracts us leads us astray
All that brings us together Resembles us
What attracts us separates us What attracts us leads us astray
All that brings us together Resembles us
Louis!
The deputies of the Third Estate have declared themselves a National Assembly and the only representatives of the nation.
The people are defying you. - What am I supposed to do about it?
Your job as a King, brother - subdue that assembly by force, or tomorrow those men will come here to snatch your crown from your hands and trample it.
- I won't stain it with the blood of the French people. - But it doesn't belong to you!
You received it from your forbearers and you'll have to hand it down to your descendants. - My son is dead.
You have other children. Fight for them. And does France no longer mean anything to you? - How dare you?
I love my people, I love France...but God knows I never wanted that crown.
Here's the order of closure for the Room of Royal Entertainment. Starting tomorrow, the deputies of the Third Estate are absolutely forbidden to meet
Sign it!
Dawn is fading On such a quiet morning
In sleeping hope My unsubdued heart shouts
I was a dreamer I wandered in error
Throughout my disappointed ideas I haven't been able to Find the tears
But all the walls of their prisons Cannot lock up the horizon
If the mind sees farther The future is ours
We'll all follow the same procession Blood does not bear privilege
If History remembers The future is ours
As long as tomorrow still rises We can dream of another fate
Friends, let's clench our fists And the street is ours
Misery gives us the right To break all the laws
The people are sovereign Yes, the street is ours
As long as tomorrow still rises We can dream of another fate
Friends, let's clench our fists The street is ours
Misery gives us the right To break all the laws
We can hope United in misery
Dawn smiles at us On such a clear morning
June 20th, 1789
The Room of Royal Entertainment is closed and forbidden to the deputies of the new National Assembly.
The divorce between the Monarchy and the Nation seems to have been pronounced.
Dawn is fading On such a quiet morning
In sleeping hope My unsubdued heart shouts
I was a dreamer I wandered in error
Throughout my disappointed ideas I haven't been able to Find the tears
Citizens, the King strips us of our primary right - the right to meet, we who represent the people.
No one, even the King, can dictate us our conduct. - Let's all go to Paris! Mirabeau, the people need to know!
- No, Robespierre! We must stay here in Versailles and defy the power. - The Tennis Court room is empty. Let's occupy it!
(What are you dancing for?)
Because days are fragile And times are hard
Because they make the world hostile To keep us docile
We drown our fears In voracious fumes
We forget our resentments In persistent liquors
Think Because while you're dancing Your brain is on hold
And you don't even remember why you're dancing
The nights that you spend The well-off don't care about them
And you don't even remember why you're dancing
(What are you What are you dancing for?)
Because we find ourselves stupid In their subtle speeches
As long as our voices are servile Their promises are easy
We lose ourselves In fanciful parties
We fill our lives with despair By hiding our desires
Think Because while you're dancing Your brain is on hold
And you don't even remember why you're dancing
The nights that you spend The well-off don't care about them
And you don't even remember why you're dancing
We, deputies of the National Assembly, swear to never separate,
to meet in any place where circumstances will demand it, (Think Because while you're dancing)
until the Kingdom's constitution is established and steadied on solid grounds. (Your whole body is in motion But you're getting nowhere in lif
(As soon as you fall into a trance They speed up the beat
And decide in your stead what you-) Think
Because while you're dancing Your whole body is in motion
But you're getting nowhere in life
As soon as you fall into a trance They speed up the beat
And decide in your stead what you think
I, Louis XVI, King of France, declare the National Assembly null and void.
I alone ensure the well-being of my people. I alone am their representative. I alone am the keeper of their rights.
Deputies of the Third Estate, I order you to resume your deliberations separately from the Nobles and the Clergy according to the Estates-General's t
Did you hear the King's order? Go out!
The assembled nation can't receive orders!
Is that your answer, Monsieur de Mirabeau?
It is, Monsieur!
We are here by the will of the people and will leave only by the force of bayonets!
Olympe, look at me.
Listen to your conscience, Olympe.
I'm your nightmare. I'm your nightmare, Olympe. Your nightmare!
I can't help it, I was lucky enough To be born graceful
And with a mad charm in my eye That puts the girls at my feet
Nothing's impossible to a strong body In bed, I'm inexhaustible
And those who dared to say no Scream my name in the convents
I'm a god An Apollo among the men Bless Me
I'm a god Come and take a ride to the summit In seventh heaven
I can't help it, it's nature That built me in exaggerated size
And endowed with a statuesque body I inspire women to sin
Never sparing with my seed I stay up for France's sake
Come here! Come on!
And from Austria to Italy I'm the terror of husbands
Loisel!
I'm a god An Apollo among the men Bless Me
I'm a god Come and take a ride to the summit In seventh heaven
Think Of the rank of your birth
Think of your descendants Of the blood of your ancestors that you offend
Ronan is all violence Love is his vengeance
He's going to lead your kin to the gallows
Ronan is a poison Love is your prison
Loving him would be your high treason
Ah, my Olympe, at last! How beautiful you are!
The bitch bit me! Just you wait, wait!
Come on, my darlings! Come on, lift me! Now!
Bring her to me! - Let go of me! No! - Come on, come here! Come to see Auguste Ramard!
Ah, here! Take care of her, she's so beautiful... Come here, my dear! ???, come on! Come on, my darlings, yes!
Loisel, Tournemain! Bring me that prisoner, that Ronan!
Monsieur de Peyrolles, he's yours, do whatever you wish with him. - Ronan ! - Olympe !
- No! Ronan! Ronan!
Olympe! Olympe! Oh, my dear! I'm your nightmare, Olympe ! I'm your nightmare.
No, wait! Wait, pl- - Olympe! - Ronan?
Oh, my love! I dreamed- I dreamed you called me, you were screaming, I couldn't- - Stop, I'm here!
I'm here, I'm here with you.
And I'm the happiest man in the world because I love you.
No one will ever be able to separate us now.
That dream... My love... That dream was agony and it warned me of your death.
But what death? Look at me, look at me. I'm alive - alive for you.
And soon you'll be my wife and we'll go back to my place, on my family's land.
And we'll be free there. I swore it on my father's dead body. - Ronan, I-
At the Assembly, I saw the deputies of the Nobles and of the Clergy unite with those of the People.
There was only one voice left, one ideal of justice for everyone. - No!
Yes, Madame! And I invite you to dance - to dance on the remains of the cruel people who humiliated you.
No more Versailles, no more Queen, no more intrigues... You'll be avenged, you'll be free! - Stop it!
What do you see me as? Revenge against the world you're fighting?
Am I only an instrument of that revenge?
I only wanted you.
I won't abandon those who are faithful to me. I'm one of them.
And I believe in God. I believe that only God is justice. - Olympe!
I'm scared of this crowd that mindlessly calls for vengeance. I'm scared of this violence that no one will be able to contain.
Stay away from me! You scare me too. There's so much hatred in you...
Hatred that was put here by people from your side when they came to ruin my life and massacre my family!
- All the bakeries are closed, there's nothing left! - They don't have the right to do that!
- We'll make them open - by force! - Let's go and fetch the others, follow me!
Bread! Bread!
- Baker, let us in! - We're hungry!
- Open the doors! - We want bread! - Food for our children!
No flour left, no bread!
- But there's some for the King's soldiers! - It's requisition!
- Liar! - You keep it on your bakery to sell it at double price later!
- I don't, I don't! Okay, come back tomorrow. - No! Now!
I'm the mirror Of the best kind of love
I prayed at night To bring you into the world
And since then You've lost yourself in other beds
In the name of power You change your tune
You think you know everything Ambition makes you deaf Ambition makes you deaf
You forget The woman who gave you life
They're crazy, they're crazy!
I want the world
Arm yourselves with tears, citizenesses Womankind is sovereign
Let's dream the world Let's lead the revolt
Nothing frightens us anymore We know pain
We want the world
You play the soldier I'm your salvation
You lose in battle The game is still on
If I give Nine months of me to make a man
They're crazy, they're crazy!
In this bullfight You see virtue
In your eyes death is The absolute pleasure The absolute pleasure
You get a thrill When a life leaves us
(They're crazy!)
I want the world
Arm yourselves with tears, citizenesses Womankind is sovereign
Let's dream the world Let's lead the revolt
Nothing frightens us anymore We know pain
We want the world
- There's nothing left! - There's nothing left!
To Versailles! Follow me! Let's snatch Necker from the King's claws and tomorrow your children will eat, I swear it to you! We'll have bread! To
I am the world
Because the Earth is round Like a fertile mother
I want the world Without the dark days
Enough pain I know it by heart
I want the world
Arm yourselves with tears, citizenesses Womankind is sovereign
Let's dream the world Let's lead the revolt
Nothing frightens us anymore We know pain
We want the world
Arm yourselves with tears, citizenesses Womankind is sovereign
Let's dream the world Let's lead the revolt
Nothing frightens us anymore We know pain
We want the world
Solène! Solène! Solène!
Solène, I'm sorry, I wanted to apologize, I should never have-
You see, I can't write, all I know is my hungry stomach, and I didn't forget anything!
Solène, wait! Wait for me!
Majesty, please, calm down.
But listen to that hatred! Why are those women screaming? Don't they have the most powerful King and the most brilliant Court in Europe?
They are mothers like you, Madame, but they are fighting for a decent life.
Close the windows, I don't want to hear them any longer!
At last! What a relief!
As you please, Madame. It's about time to be affected,
when until recently you were only occupied with your extravagant expenditure and clandestine love affair.
Lies! Louis, those are nothing but lies. Please, don't believe them.
I don't believe, Madame - I know.
Despite the complicities, I know everything.
I may not have been either the lover or the husband that you wished for... - Louis, please-
...but today, in this time of ordeal, I expect support and dignity from you, Madame.
Asking me for that is an insult, Monsieur.
Sire, the people are crowding at the courtyard's gates. They want to see you.
Here's the result of your weaknesses! You let the deputies disobey you. Now the whole people come to defy you under your own windows! You won't go!
In Paris, voices call out for revolt, your Majesty. We need to intervene.
Do something, for God's sake! Have the leaders arrested, march the foreign regiments to Paris, and nip that insurrection in the bud!
That suppression will only lead to a massacre!
Sire, I know how to calm the people's anger. Let me negotiate. - Our fate in a banker's hands!
- Time! I only need a little time! - The troops are ready, Sire, and are only waiting for your signal.
Will I have to force you again like a child?
Monsieur de Peyrolles, I ask you to bring order back by any means. - Sire!
That's my will, for the good of the kingdom.
I understand that my services have ceased to suit your Majesty. I beg him to receive my resignation.
I take your word. I accept it.
- Citizens! Citizens! - Desmoulins, the table!
Citizens, I've just come back from Versailles. Necker is dismissed!
That dismissal sounds the alarm of a St. Bartholomew's Day-style massacre of patriots.
Tonight the Swiss and German battalions will come out the Champ-de-Mars to slit our throats.
We have only one resource - to take the arms!
You come from Versailles? How can we be sure you're not a traitor?
You don't know Camille Desmoulins? I do! And he's one of us!
Citizens, the aristocrats' plot is on the go! The King betrayed his people!
I call my brothers to Liberty! I won't fall alive into the hands of a tyrant - never! - Never!
- Let's choose a rallying sign. - Desmoulins!
- Green, citizens! Green, color of hope. To the arms! - To the arms!
- To the arms!
The fear that strips me bare
For having dared your name on my skin
And the tears that dissolve your make-up
Take away my sanity with their flow
In spite of all the glares that shoot
Of the flag that wavers near us
After all we don't care
It'll be fine, my love
It'll be fine forever
Let's go, lovers To declare our forbidden vows
It'll be fine, my love
We'll forget the drums
On all the walls I swear I'll write "Beloved Liberty"
I've dreamed of our bodies touching
And caressed the spirit of our ideals
I touched your mouth with my tongue
And savored the essence of each word
In spite of everything, desire is fragile
Near us, pleasure is in danger
After all, we don't care
It'll be fine, my love
It'll be fine forever
Let's go, lovers To declare our forbidden vows
It'll be fine, my love
We'll forget the drums
On all the walls I swear I'll write "Beloved Liberty"
My love
It's your life that I marry On this day
Set with red roses
Come on, lovers, we must laugh and dance
The spring of liberty has arrived
It'll be fine, my love
It'll be fine forever
Let's go, lovers To declare our forbidden vows
It'll be fine, my love (It'll be fine, it'll be fine, it'll be fine)
We'll forget the drums (It'll be fine, it'll be fine, it'll be fine, it'll be fine)
On all the walls I swear I'll write "Liberty"
Desmoulins! Desmoulins, the dragoons charged the Square Louis XV. There are casualties.
- We need arms! - At the Invalides. They have guns.
Okay, Camille, you go to the Invalides, you command the governor to open his storehouses.
Ronan, you run to the sections, you drum up the men who are ready to fight.
We'll gather tomorrow at dawn at City Hall. Long live the Nation! - Long live the Nation!
Charlotte! Charlotte! I haven't seen Olympe again, I haven't heard from her.
Find her, find a way. Go to Versailles, tell her that I love her, tell her I can't live without her.
And if you don't see her, tomorrow - do you hear me? - tomorrow will be my last day. Go on, go!
Hey, Little Prince! Long live the nation!
Through my voice, in the name of the King Put up with his will
In order to assert the rights Please bow
Before blood starts to flow Because of the mob's madness
Rebels, comply
Comply Comply
Attention This is the last warning
Obeying without weakening We enlisted
Always serving unflinchingly Yes, we swore to do it
To the government we owe Death and duty
Rebels, comply
Comply Comply
Attention This is the last-
We are not Anybody's valets
Nobody warns us anymore
We are not Any man's subjects anymore
Our cause is a hundred times nobler
Through my voice, in the name of the King Put up with his will
You're offending the laws Of lese-majesty
Your acts are crimes The sanction is legitimate
Rebels, comply
Comply Comply
Attention This is the last-
We are not Anybody's valets
Nobody warns us anymore
We are not Any man's subjects anymore
Our cause is a hundred times nobler
Long live our dreams of revolution No respite to the insurrection
We are not Anybody's valets
Nobody warns us anymore
We are not Any man's subjects anymore
Our cause is a hundred times nobler
Fire!
Olympe!
- Charlotte? What are you doing here?
- It's Ronan. He wants to see you. - But I don't want to see him!
But he loves you. You know he loves you! He told me he would die if he couldn't see you again.
- Later! - What do you mean, "later"? - Shh!
You don't understand. In Paris, there's a revolution! Everywhere, men rush to face the soldiers. If you want, I can lead you there.
- The Queen needs me. I must stay. - How stubborn you are!
I know you're dying to see him! Come on, let's go! - Leave me alone!
You can't understand. - We won't go to the woods again,
laurels have been cut... - Run! You must not be seen here, go!
Ah! it'll be fine, it'll be fine, it'll be fine!
- The aristocrats to the- - Be quiet! Be quiet, you idiot!
Sing
Dance
Kiss whoever you want
Oh, Monsieur Ramard ! I'm sorry, really- I'm in a hurry.
Oh! "I'm in a hurry, I'm in a hurry"... But calm down, my beautiful Olympe, calm down! You had time to talk to that little girl who's just marche
- She's a kitchen aid from whom I was ordering something for the Queen. - Really? Liar! - But it's true!
Liar! I recognized her - she's the tormented kitten of Palais-Royal. - Meow!
You be quiet or I'll drown you!
And do I need to tell you why you talked to her?
Because you're desperately looking for your lover. - No! I assure you- - Yes! Yes, you are!
Chevalier Ronan, knight without fear and without reproach...
Be quiet! Be quiet!
But it's over - all of it - over! That beautiful love is gone! - No! You killed him?
Oh no, I didn't need to, my dear! He must be dead by now. There's such carnage in the city.
No, you see, Olympe, in our beautiful story I only have one regret - I regret that I couldn't deal with him myself, so I'll make a deal with you ins
You're going to pay for his debt. The kiss I've always dreamed of, your mouth will give it to me.
Look at them. Look at them, I said! Look how cute they are!
You see, this is not about a grudge - no, no! It's just a little indemnification- Enough!
A little indemnification in tenderness.
Ronan is alive!
I know he's alive, I love him more than my own life!
Go to hell! - Oh, what a bitch! Come here!
Ramard! I see you're busy working...
Absolutely, your Highness, absolutely. Mademoiselle du Puget and I were exchanging information about the revolu-lu-lu-lu-
Your Highness- Let go of me! Your Highness, it was a complicity entirely at your service, of course.
What fascinates me in you, my dear Ramard... - Yes?
...is your skill at terrorizing those who are weaker than you. - Oh, please stop, you embarrass me!
- You disgust me. - Oh yes, I understand... I beg your pardon?
You no longer belong to my service, I dismiss you.
Oh no, that's impossible, your Highness! - What did you say?
- It's impossible! - And I demote you. - Oh no!
As for you, Mademoiselle du Puget- - I beg of you, everything but not the medal! - Ramard!
Ramard! - Everything but not the medal, your Highness! - Ramard, let go of me!
- Everything but not the medal! - Ramard, I told you to let go of me!
As for you, Mademoiselle du Puget, I don't know what you were plotting with that person... - Bunch of cowards!
...but I advise you to go back to your service before I start to be tempted again... - I had warned you, Prince.
...to have you arrested. - I'll make sure you never eat again.
- Your Highness, watch out! - Have a nice journey to hell!
Was that me? No, it can't be!
Ow, ow-ow-ow-ow-ow! Yes, yes, that was me! It stings a little, after all...
Oh, my little princess, my Olympe... What a pity! What a pity!
Oh, what a clumsy man!
That's a sweet kind of death for a snitch.
Don't you agree?
Dear Yolande, you stand there, straight as a ramrod, and you don't say a word.
- It's because sadness stops me from talking. No longer being able to see you... - Come on, please help me, don't exaggerate.
You're leaving Versailles, it's a good thing. - My friend, come away with us!
Tomorrow it may be too late.
But I'm the Queen and I must stay. - No! No, Majesty!
Farewell, Yolande.
Olympe, come closer.
Majesty, your letters.
How badly you lie to the Queen of France!
Your eyes reveal what your lips conceal. I've seen how sad you've been these past few days.
You fear me? Yet we share the same pain. You have a lover too.
Where is he? Is he one of our friends?
Is he one of our enemies?
Is fate as contrary to you as it is to me?
Look at those flames. If they were to go out someday,
I would take it as a sad omen for me. - Majesty!
- Even if fate is set, even if I'm losing everything, please don't waste the hope that's left for you. - I- I-
I free you.
Do all you can. Go to him.
Thank you! Thank you!
I pray Heaven to forgive me For those who suffered
Under the weight of my crown Ruled only a mother
If the detours off my path Made the angels cry
If I have lived in vain Let the hand of the Divine Fall and take its revenge
I'm learning sorrow Submitted to the Lord
If everything condemns me I give my soul back to you
You, my child, my treasure Asleep in Heaven
Can you see my heart blackened with remorse? I should have loved you better
Why, God, do you remain deaf Throughout my payers?
For what heavy sin Until my last day Will I live in hell?
I'm learning sorrow Submitted to the Lord
If everything condemns me I give my soul back to you
I'm learning sorrow Submitted to the Lord
I'm waiting for the violence Of my last...
...bow
Yves Marie Noël Pierrick de Tournemain,
considering your states of service and in memory of the late Auguste Ramard, our friend-
Auguste! "In the name of the King! Your Majesty... Olympe, you and me in- Nobody move!
Police, police! Rapidity, efficiency! Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet, be quiet! I am a god..."
That's it.
Enunciate, I don't understand any of this!
It stings a little, after all!
Oh no!
I make you police officers attached to the security of the King and princes of the Court- Hey!
Meaning mine.
Loisel! Tournemain!
My little ones - oh, my darlings! Quickly forgotten, quickly replaced, Godfather Auguste, right? Oh yes!
But I won't give up on you so easily, bunch of ingrates - ingrates!
Behind...before...above...under... Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere! I'll be there to remind you our dear motto: "Rapidity, efficiency
Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet! Be quiet! Go on, out!
It does explain a lot...
I'm going to miss Ramard. You get attached...
I know we are worlds apart
I know I should flee
But I won't go anywhere anymore
Without wanting to come back to her
Without wanting to remain an us
But where does it come from, this fire that takes hold Of my half-drunken soul?
Suddenly for a mere look
I want to live on the edge I want to live on the edge
In order to fall In her/his eyes, fall
And abandon myself to the desire that burns
To dance In her/his eyes, dance
I want to sway to the tones of ecstasy
Before life parts us
Before desire weakens
I want to yield carelessly
And waltz on the edge And waltz on the edge
In order to fall In her/his eyes, fall
And abandon myself to the desire that burns
To dance In her/his eyes, dance
I want to sway to the tones of ecstasy
In order to fall In her/his eyes, fall
And abandon myself to the desire that burns
To dance In her/his eyes, dance
I want to sway to the tones of ecstasy
And fall From her/his eyes, fall
Like a tear at the end of the story
Wait, please, not that way!
Danton! Danton, the hussars! They march up the faubourgs, spreading terror!
We won't resist - not enough men, no organized troops!
- The gardes-françaises are on our side! - Columns of peasants are at Paris's gates! People are fighting there.
- We have guns, we need powder and canons! - At the Bastille - that's where they hid the powder!
- Everyone go to the Bastille! We'll bring down the King's power! - To the Bastille!
To the Bastille!
My eyes wander
In the mist Voluntarily shipwrecked
Under the foam I've crossed all my nights alone
With your smile deep in my soul
My memory went overboard
I drift Like a child with nothing to guide him
I become elated Making out your star on the sky
And your smile, on the verge of tears
On my skin I marked my promises
And engraved under the surface of words My vows of youth
On my skin nothing disappears And even if nothing lasts
I swear to embrace my promises Or to die trying
Eyes turned toward the land
I want to live Where the horizon clears up
I'm going to follow At last the current of new thoughts
That vanities condemn
On my skin I marked my promises
And engraved under the surface of words My vows of youth
On my skin nothing disappears And even if nothing lasts
I swear to embrace my promises Or to die trying
I have it under my skin
On my skin I marked my promises
And engraved under the surface of words My vows of youth
On my skin nothing disappears And even if nothing lasts
I swear to embrace my promises Or to-
On my skin I marked my promises
And engraved under the surface of words My vows of youth
On my skin nothing disappears And even if nothing lasts
I swear to embrace my promises Or to die trying
Fire!
Desmoulins! ??? They surrender! - Ronan!
Ronan! Oh my God, Ronan! Ronan!
Desmoulins, we're free!
Yes, we're free!
Ronan? Ronan!
Oh, Ronan! My love! My love, talk to me! Talk to me!
Olympe... My Olympe...
My love... My love, talk to me! No, stay with me!
My love, look at me! Look at me, please! Ronan!
Ronan, please! Please! No! No!
Fixed
Why the fixed stare And the stiff body?
That life that leaves me I loved it more than anything
No! No! No!
Fixed
Why the fixed stare And the mind at attention?
For whom should we run the risk Of crawling on our knees?
My dreams that they confiscate Our gods that they discard
The odious song of the phoenix That takes everything from us
I have endured the torture Of a kiss on the cheek
Must I drink the chalice Down to the dregs?
Nothing is worth the price of a man
Don't weave your crown From the thread that holds us
The cry of my birth was equal to yours
Fixed
Why the fixed stare And the mind without safeguards?
We lose ourselves in the struggles Of the rules that we establish
Soldiers from father to son Constantly standing at attention
Under the yoke of militias All the way
Nothing is worth the price of a man
Don't weave your crown From the thread that holds us
Citizens, on this day when the People of France conquers its liberty,
the representatives of the assembled nation solemnly declare the natural, inalienable and sacred rights of mankind to ensure everyone's happiness.
All men are born and remain free and equal in rights.
These rights are freedom, security, property, and resistance to oppression.
Liberty consists in being allowed to do anything that does not harm other people.
No-one should be harassed for his political or religious views.
The law is the expression of a collective wish.
All citizens are equal in its eyes, whether it protects or it punishes.
All citizens or their representatives have the right to contribute to its forming.
Everyone is eligible for any important office, position or employment, according to their ability, their virtues and their talents.
Social distinctions can be based only on common benefit.
Every man is presumed innocent until he has been declared guilty.
Every citizen can speak, write, print freely.
The free communication of thoughts and opinions is one of the most precious rights of mankind.
We are fragile
We are the clay
We are an uncertain future
We are useful
We are useless
We are the destiny in our hands
Fixed
We are the fragile skies We are the gods of clay
Enslaved from father to son To the rules that we establish
We are the useful days We are the useless nights
We hold our destiny In our hands
When fear worms its way into our illusions
We give up Give up Heaven forgives us
When our minds sink into irrationality
The cannons thunder Cannons thunder The screams echo
Because of that
I'm taking you away
We want dreams To lift us up
We want flowers to soothe our sorrows
We want meaning And innocence
In the name of our free thinkers
In the name of the tears That disarm us
We must be able to change the story
Because of that
In the name of our fathers who taught us
What a man is worth What a man is worth What we are
In the name of our brothers fallen into oblivion
Of human rights Human rights Rights of humans
We want dreams To lift us up
We want flowers to soothe our sorrows
We want meaning And innocence
In the name of our free thinkers
In the name of the tears That disarm us
We must be able to change the story
Because of that
I want to smile at your mistakes And kiss your wounds
We'll learn by heart What exaggeration is
Because our sorrows Are the same
We want dreams To lift us up
We want flowers to soothe our sorrows
We want meaning And innocence
In the name of our free thinkers
In the name of the tears That disarm us
We must be able to change the story
Because of that
We want dreams To lift us up
We want flowers to soothe our sorrows
We want meaning And innocence
In the name of our free thinkers
In the name of the tears That disarm us
We must be able to change the story
Because of that