Caroline chérie (1968) - full transcript

France, July, 1789. Whilst a party of aristocrats are enjoying themselves in the Bois de Vincennes, the French Revolution is beginning to get underway. At the insistence of her father, 16 year old Caroline de Bièvre must marry the politician Georges Berthier, but she is in love with the younger, more handsome Gaston de Sallanches.




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I'll be away for a while.

I have more important business
than arranging your marriage.

If you want a handsome young man,
pick Magnac-Laval.

Magnac-Laval? But everyone says
he doesn't fancy women.

Maybe, but since you fancy men,
it'll work out,

and you'll remind him of a page
he used to love.

You're a monster.

You're talking to your father.
Don't forget that or I'll get mad.

-Please, Sir.
-Such a beautiful sight.

You're being indiscreet.

Would you care to become
the director of my gallant affairs?

-No, I only have contempt for you.
-You're looking for a duel,

thinking you might make
a name for yourself in Paris.

I'm a lawyer.

I'm well known
at the Palais de Justice.

I do not seek to be famous
at the court.

I despise the court.

You do?

I despise it. Yes, Madame.

I do however I honor the people.

So what are you doing here?

The people are throwing
a little party around the Bastille.

-You'd fit in.
-I'm with the damsel.

My protection isn't superfluous
in a society

whose only passion is idleness,

whose only morals are frivolous,

and whose only rule is pleasure.

Are you always so solemn
when you plead your cases?

I'll come and hear you.

Georges, give me a tug, will you?

Your client is getting upset.

Georges, give me a tug
or I'll get mad.

-Caroline, I love you.
-If you love me, do it.

Look who's here.


-Well, let's shake hands

since it's the latest fad.
Might as well practice it.

-This is fun.

-Hello, Gaston.

No, no, no! Not like this.

The palm needs to be looser,
and your fingers tighter.

Like this.

Let me go, I'm still upset with you.

What crime did he commit?

Yesterday, I was supposed to meet
Isabelle at the Dutchess's

and I missed her.

And I almost perished of boredom
waiting for you.

I wasn't exactly having fun.
I was busy

dumping that bore Clothilde.

Are you becoming jealous, Isabelle?


What do you want, sir?

This young lady lost her handkerchief
and I'm returning it.

-If I may, sir...
-I'll handle it, sir.

"To my eyes
You are no ordinary mortal

"The words you speak
Are worthy of the gods

"They have the power
To ravish and please me"

You promised
you'd answer my question.

what was that question you asked me?

-I asked you to be my wife.
-Oh, right.

How long have you known her?

I saw her once or twice.
I may have danced with her

but I'm not sure.

Doesn't beat around the bush.

You're a noble lady,
I'm a commoner,

but you wouldn't lower your standards
by marrying me.

The high society you see here
is doomed.

The age of the courtesans is over.

The King himself will find out
sooner or later.

The future belongs to men like me,
not to them.

They're a lazy bunch.

Good for them.

Isabelle, when Gaston
will have broken up with her,

in about a fortnight,

please be a doll and let me know,
I'll be next in line.

And I'll be right behind you.

She's up to a good start.
She's very talented.

I'll get her
to write licentious poems.

We would lead a dignified life,

righteous but charming.

I own a nice house in Montmorency
where we could spend our summers.

In Paris, I'll share
all of my projects with you.

Her father's a spokesman for
the nobles at the Estates-General.

Don't you brandish
her note like this.

Look at her.
She can't help but stare at us.

Is she being discreet?

She threw herself at me,

and I don't really like being used.

I wouldn't mind.

I hate prey
that are too easy to catch.

What's wrong, Caroline?
Are you ill?

Georges, please, I beg you...

Don't harass me.

-Do you want to eat something?
-I want...

Perhaps I want the impossible.

The poor child just swooned!

You did this to that poor girl.

She's overwhelmed by her desire
for you. Let her touch you.

I have smelling salts in my coach.
Come with me.

-Do you love me?

I was so scared.
I didn't dare ask you.

How would anybody not love you,
darling Caroline?

I'm so lucky!

Did you know I wasn't able
to sleep at all last night?

But you need some rest.

Novels are silly.
At least the ones I read.

The heroine is always sad,
and yet it's so simple.

Let's just be happy together
for life!

What a brilliant idea!

You love me now,
but will you love me forever?

I swear to you
I will love you forever.

-Do you know what we'll do?
-I'm your slave. Tell me.

I'll take you to my father in Paris
and you'll ask for my hand.

Nothing could give me more joy

than to fulfill such a sweet project,

but what if your father
came to discover

that we've only met twice?

He could stand up
against such a sudden love

and decline my request.
However, if we waited for a while...

You have nothing to be afraid of.

He's determined to get rid of me.

He'll ask for nothing.
He'll say: "Take her".

-I know, but...
-Let's go, shall we?

No, you need to be reasonable,

It would be inappropriate of me

to be in your company
without a formal appointment

when I introduce myself
to your father.

It wouldn't be worthy
of the gratitude I feel for the man

who's responsible
for your spectacular beauty.

-You think I'm beautiful?
-Beautiful and pretty.

It's so rare.

-Am I really a different breed?

Are you proud that you found me?

Proud and happy. And overwhelmed.

-Did you hear that?
-Yes, I did.

A storm.
They'll get soaked.

That kind of storm
will get them worse than soaked.

-It's the cannon.



-I'm looking for Caroline.
-She's not here.

I must find her.

If we don't leave,
the city gates will be shut.

What's going on?

Bastille is being stormed.

I must find Caroline.
Her father trusted me.

Check the opposite way.
I'll go this way.

Gaston! Caroline!



Here she is! Your Caroline!

She wasn't lost at all.

And that rascal slit the governor
of the Bastille's throat.

That's sure to upset the Queen.

That's all I care for.
I can't stand her.

I'd like to see her get whipped.

My Lady, if they whip queens,

what will they do to dutchesses?

I wonder how we can avoid
a revolution.

The only way to avoid a revolution
is to be a part of it.

We're fighting.

I regret taking you
on this trip to the country.


Did you enjoy it?

I enjoyed it very, very much.


This looks like Monsieur de Launay!

My Lord,

first, I wish to explain to you

my political position.

No, you won't, young man,

or I shall skewer you
with a sword.

I've heard you before
at the Assembly.

I thought I'd perish of boredom.

You won't trick me twice.

You have contempt for the people.

I don't know them,
but neither do you.

And you're afraid of them, as I am.

You talk about their happiness

but you're just a petit-bourgeois
who wants to gain influence.

Spot on, am I right?

Sir, I'm asking you
for your permission to leave.

What did you say?

I thought you were here
to ask for my daughter's hand.

-Indeed. But...
-Well, I will allow it.

Don't come in.

This rascal's getting on my nerves.

-That's why I've decided to leave.
-I don't want to.

I've made up my mind,

I'll cross the Rhine and live abroad.

No, I don't want to.
You can't make me.

I'm not planning on taking you
with me.

You'd be a hindrance.
I'm leaving alone.

Many will come to regret
not doing the same.

As for you, you're getting married.

He's a commoner,
he won't suffer from the revolution.

It might even turn him a profit,
since he's its outspoken advocate.

I've spent your dowry
a long time ago,

but the man does not care,
he's already wealthy

and we're ruined.

He's deeply in love with you,

which leads me to believe
he'll dote on you.

What do you think? Answer me.

-I don't love him.
-Who asked you to love him?

You're too foolish, Caroline.

I've been in love a hundred times,
but never with your mother.

It would've been so ridiculous.

I picture myself
telling my dear wife:

"My dear, I love you".
She would've died laughing.

Where did you get that notion?

-I'm in love with another man.
-Once you're married, you'll be free.

You'll see the man you love.
It's only natural.

And there will be other men too.

You can love whomever you want,
but get married first.

My love is unrequited.

-That'll improve once you're married.

It won't. He loved me once.

And he no longer does? That's life.
But when Georges...

It's my fault. I disappointed him.

I gave him the right to despise me.

You gave him
the right to despise you?

-Does this mean you gave up...

On the day they took the Bastille.

-How is this relevant?
-It isn't.

That's what I thought.
Such childish behavior!

This shows how urgently
you really need to get married.

-So, about Georges...
-It's Gaston that I want.

The thing is, the former asked
for your hand, not the latter.

This is the fact of the matter
and our only option.

-It's Greek.
-What does it mean?

It means there are things that depend
on us and others that don't.

It's not up to me to give you Gaston,

but it's up to you to accept Georges.

I do not accept Georges.

You want money?

Talk to my manservant.
He handles my creditors.

I have no clue.

What a surprise!

Miracles might exist.
I was thinking about you earlier.


I never stopped thinking about you.

I understand.

You were so busy thinking about me
you never got back in touch.

But I did write to you
a couple of times, didn't I?

Are you sure?

Since we parted ways
on the 14th of July,

I've been desperate
for any sign of life from you,

and you never did.

All right.

I was afraid my billet-doux
would be intercepted by your father.

-That's why...
-You had to ask him for my hand.

Oh, right! I remember now.

We did mention that.

Marriage is no joking matter,

I have such utmost respect
for this noble institution

that I hate to see it
being taken lightly.

That's exactly why I'm here.

-I need your advice.
-My advice?

I'm getting married
to Georges Berthier.


Georges loves me
and my father wants me to marry him.

What should I do?

It's surely advantageous
for a maiden to get married,

especially if the husband loves her

and her family agrees to their union.

You won't forbid me
from marrying him?

Gaston would never forbid
one of his mistresses to get married,

except if it's with him.

I haven't seen you in months.

How have you been?

My bad. You're getting married.
How silly of me.


Who's the lucky guy?

Georges Berthier. You know,
that attorney from the Convention.

Congratulations, Caroline.

I hate you!

But you are wrong to blame me for
being deceived by our dear Gaston.

I hate him as well.

-You're still my darling Caroline.
-I hate you even more!

Marriage will calm her down.

I hope so.

My God, what's going on?

Don't tell me you're genuinely sad?

Would you even be capable of that?

You're becoming sentimental.

After seeing Caroline's assets,

my dear Georges,
I wish I were in your shoes.

-No, he mustn't look.

Georges, go wait in the other room
until we're finished.

Your presence is inappropriate.

What's inappropriate
is this little ritual's ribaldry.

There's nothing I hate more
than lewd whispers at weddings.

The three of you must leave at once.

we'll leave you to your ogre.

If he starts devouring you
with his enormous teeth, call us.

Good night, Iphigenia.

I hate all the pomp,

the whispers,
the looks on people's faces,

people laughing
about the wedding night.

It's the immoral
and frivolous legacy

from a past marked by servitude.

You are a woman, I'm a man.

We freely chose
to join our destinies together.

just like nature commands us.
This is a serious and pure moment.

What we are about to do
is to express our trust

in the future of humankind.

I'm disrobing now.


Just like that, in front of you?

There's nothing worse
than false modesty.

A virtuous man

and a virtuous woman

have nothing to worry about reverting
to their natural states.

And nature requires something else:

it wants you to obey me.

As your spouse,
I am now your boss.

But you'll have
as much authority over my heart

as the authority over your person
bestowed by my sex.

You will reign over me
if you reign over yourself.

Do you find
this principle unpleasant?

Your principles?
I'm having trouble with my dress.

I'm used to having my maid help me.

Give me a hand.

I have no patience
for gallantry or ribaldry.

Being solicited for help
that's not needed irks me.

Act like the Romans would.

This does not mean
you'll have a boring life.

I will take advantage
of the fact you're a woman.

You'll learn to be cherished

through your favors,

and respected through your refusals.

I wish to honor your chastity

without having to suffer
from your coldness.

I have no qualms forgiving you

for this flirtatious look.

I will always forgive
flirtatious behavior

if it's to preserve your virtue.


I have too much self-respect
to resort to violence,

but you should perhaps
grant me your favors freely

as it is within my rights.

Dear child, we are about
to experience true bliss.

Don't lose yourself in it.

Ecstasy can wear out
all the other pleasures.

My dear wife.

My lady.

If those monikers scare you,
I'll call you "miss".

Don't turn your back on me!
Let me see your face!

-You're pushing me out of the bed!
-No, I'm not!


You have childish fears,
darling Caroline.

-Let me get closer. Trust me!
-I don't want to!

Come here!

-No, I don't want to!
-Come on, now!

I don't want to!


Caroline, there's a question
I'm afraid I need to ask you.

Don't, you already know the answer.

-What's his name?
-I won't tell you.

I demand to know that wretch's name.


Sir, I'm afraid

your daughter was not in the state

I was entitled to.

What does that even mean?

That she's no longer a virgin, sir.

-Thank you.

But you shouldn't be
congratulating me.

Well, my condolences,

-but this is your fault.
-My fault?

Yes. All those beautiful new ideas
of yours will turn

young minds upside down.
When that's the case,

they're bound to frolic.

I thought joining your family...

Joining our families

does not waive your right
to be cuckolded, dear sir.

You'll just end up
as the very first republican cuckold.

-You enjoy this, don't you?
-I've enjoyed nothing, sir,

for a very long time.
This is why I'm leaving the country.

-I trust you with my daughter.
-I'll take care of her.

"Without pleasure, my situation
is awful. I can't take it any longer.

"I feel a need to flirt,
which would rekindle my fire,

"not because I want to feel the truth

"but to inspire it."

It is now
Dr. Guillotin's turn to speak.

Fellow citizens,

in the century of the Enlightenment,

society cannot

continue to subject those men

that it is forced to dispose of

to the barbaric methods
of the past.

This device

is steeped in reality.

The blade strikes like lightning,

the head flies off,

blood gushes out,
the man no longer exists.

This stubborn animal
is postponing my demonstration.

A man

would've already understood
what's expected of him.

You need to trust mankind.

The Republic is proclaimed.

Europe soon coalesces
against the nascent republic.

Volunteer armies rush
to defend the borders.

Citizens, I will not be quieted!

The people's will gave me
a seat at the Convention!

It is my duty
to justify my actions!

It is my duty to speak out,
and I will!

Talk to your Phrygian cap!

I will talk to the entire nation!

You repulse the nation!

The nation has no time for traitors!
You were bought by Pitt and Cobourg!

You sold yourself
to the Duke of Brunswick!

Citizens, venomous calumny,

poisonous hate...

You're suspected of betraying
the Revolution. Answer the question!

From the start, I've shown
only dedication to the Revolution.

You goaded for the king's death!

I voted for it!

I am despotism's most fierce enemy!

May the enemies of the people
bring their heads to the gallows!

I voted for it and I applaud it!

It's the Girondaise conspiracy!


You blame me for crimes
I did not commit.

I wanted this Republic
because I hate tyranny!

And yet you are being led

towards a tyranny
that's a thousand times worse.

The Terror will never intimidate me!

Up till now, you were the one sending
people to the guillotine.

It was in the name of virtue
and purity.

You've found someone purer
and more virtuous than you.

I'm not beyond reproach.
You're right.

I had to pick between my love for you
and my love for the Revolution.

I chose the Revolution.

What is the Revolution deep down?

You shouldn't have forced me
to choose.

If you hadn't been
an absent-minded airhead

who laps up the most inane twaddle,

-you would've been interested... what you're interested in.

It's in the interest of humankind
for centuries.

For the most prodigious enterprise
on Earth since the Roman republic.

You'd rather wallow
in your licentious novels.

Between a foolish goose,
who are a dime a dozen,

and a unique event, I chose what
was unique and I don't regret it.

In spite of the tragic circumstances
I find myself in.

-It's serious.
-Yes, they wouldn't let me speak.

You don't know it all.

has been trying to outlaw us.

Tell him I'm no sheep.
I won't go to the guillotine

with a smile on my face,
as the nobles do.

-What about me?
-They'll arrest you as well.

-Because you're my wife.

Not really.

-Have our friends been told?
-All but Caillois.

We need Caillois!

You know where he lives.
Go fetch him. Quick.

I wish to talk
to Citizen Caillois, the deputy.

He left for the Citizens Convention,

and he won't be back.

Hey, citizen!

Straying around Paris at night?

Show me your citizen's certificate.

Where were you going?

I was going home.

You live rue de l'Echelle.
That's the other way.

-I was visiting a female friend.
-Spill the beans, citizen.

It's not a female friend, is it?



Where are you going?

I've come to see
Citizen Gaston de Sallanches.

I might finally get some sleep
one day,

when all the whores in Paris
will stop showing up.

Second floor!

Is this you, Isabelle?



My husband fled
and they're looking for me, so...

I see, you got scared.
And justifiably so.

And you remembered me.

I never forgot you.

Not even for a day, nor for an hour.

I'm going to leave as well.
I've decided to join the army.

I'm springing to the rescue
of a nation in danger.

I signed up and I'm leaving tomorrow
for the border.

I prefer war to prison
and to the guillotine.

And I hate war with a passion.
It always takes place in the country,

and I hate the country.

Nothing bores me more than nature.

Except in your company, my love.

Are you pretending
to be in love with me?

Don't you believe I am?

No, I don't.

How cold! This is insulting!

You do not love me.

I crave you, and you know it.

I adore you.

It's not nice to talk about love
without feeling it.

What? Is it because I was
too shy to tell you I love you

-that you second-guess my feelings?

What are you doing?
Gaston, if you love me, let me go.

My darling Caroline,

if you wanted to,
you could make me so happy.

No, you promised you'd behave.
Let me go.

This is an order.
Leave me alone!

All right, I'll leave

since you are so hateful.

You know that I love you.

No. No, you don't love me.

You know I adore you, Gaston.

Are you reassured now?

It's such a shame
that desire is not love.

Do you still have your doubts
about me?

You bit me.


It's already a shame

that Count Gaston de Sallanches
hasn't been "shortened" yet,

he keeps me up at night

with his aristocratic harlots.

I'll see that the neighborhood's
patriots do something about this.

I'll be back with them in 15 minutes.

-We only have 15 minutes, Caroline.
-Don't be scared.

I know I can scare you. I'll stop.

But I love you.

-Did you hear me? I love you.
-Yes, I heard you.

-You're handsome. I like you.
-Yes, but hurry up.

I don't want to leave this place!

I don't want to leave you.

Hurry, Caroline.
If we stay here, we die.

We die.

I hope you're not taking me back
to my husband.

You couldn't possibly

allow me to go back to Georges
after what happened?

I admit it's a chilling thought.

Chin up.

"The Convention
voted for the arrest of Pétion,

"Roland, Guadet, Louvet de Couvray
and Berthier.

"Those insatiable bloodsuckers

"fled toward the Gironde department

"in the foolish hope of revolting
against the nation's will.

"This new crime condemns them
to swift punishment".

You can see that he abandoned me.

Well, why don't you abandon me
as well? Go join the army.

I'll rescue you first.

You're safe here, Caroline.

Gaston was right
to trust you with me.

-Am I bothering you?
-Quite the contrary.

I wonder how I coped
with this horrid day

until you got here.

My regiment has assembled.
I must go to war.

But you could get yourself killed.

It's not as dangerous as Paris.

Leave if you must,

but make sure you don't get killed.


Can I say goodbye as well?

Do you mind if I go last?

I love him.

Can you really love someone
and be unfaithful?

We can find out for ourselves.

You could offer yourself
to other men?

It happened, which is fortunate.

And I hope it'll keep happening
from time to time.

I'd rather die than cheat on Gaston.


I'd rather be dead
than lie with another man.

I recognized her right away, sir.

She's Deputy Berthier's wife.

She could be hiding in the bedroom.

Is this a joke?

I'm afraid not, citizen.

The people's vengeful voice
has fallen upon you.

Where is Citizen Berthier?

Come on. Deliver her to us.
This is your last chance.

How can I deliver someone

who's not here
and whom I don't even know?

Go ahead.

The Republic is ready to forgive you

if you tell us
where that monster's hiding.

-What about the bed?


it is our duty to continue
our search...

-in your bed.
-In my bed?

Are you satisfied?

We are leaving. Goodbye
and I wish you fraternity, citizen.

While the Convention recruits
volunteers across the nation,

suspects are hunted down.

It's The Reign of Terror.

Caroline had to flee Paris.

Nice linen indeed!

That shirt of yours
must've cost around 200 pounds.

-I don't know, it was a gift.
-Interesting choice of words.

Who's the aristocrat
you stole it from?

It's precious enough
to be a gift from a gentleman.

My hubby's in law enforcement.

He gave me a duchess's cap.

-What's going on?

I want to help.
If you want to live, follow me.

-But, who are you?
-The postilion.

Without me, you'll be arrested.

You're safe.

Hard work deserves a fair reward.
You owe me a kiss.

Is that it? I'll just help myself.

After all I did for you,
it's my right.

No! No! No!

-No! No! No! No!
-Calm down!


-Turns out, with a man I don't love,
-Good night, cutie.

it can be just as nice
as with the man I love?

What's the matter?

What do I do after sunrise?

You'll walk out.

You'll hop on the coach
with a cute smile on your face.

You got nothing to worry about.

I lied to you earlier.
I'm the only one who recognized you.

-You bastard!
-I hate that, girl. No.

Don't call me "bastard",
call me "Citizen Postilion".

We're no longer a monarchy.

I could be called "scoundrel" before,
but that's over now.

Gotta be polite with me.
Postilions are now free

with the same rights
as anybody else.

You lied to me!

Did I really? It wasn't a real lie,
more like a ruse.

All is fair in love and war.
It's your fault for being so pretty.

You were as satisfied as I was.
What are you complaining about?

You bitch! I'm gonna calm you down.

No, no! I beg you! No!

No! No!

No! No!

No! No! No!

The beauty of her clothes
gave me a hunch.

Me too.

And, this morning,
when we woke up,

-she was gone.
-So we searched the place,

to figure out what's going on.

And we found those papers,

in the name
of Citizen Berthier's wife.

So we warned the patriots,

so as to prove we aren't involved.

They're looking for you.
I have nothing to do with this.

I wouldn't want you to think that...

I betrayed you.

Like... "She's gonna think that..."
Will you hurry up!

I looked everywhere,
under every wisp of straw.

Lucky for her I didn't find her!

Yes, had I found her,
I wonder what I would've done to her.

The nation is under threat!

Liberty is in peril!

The nation is under threat!

Citizens! Hatred for the people

has united kings against us
under the flag of tyranny!

The shackles to enslave you

are being forged at the border!

The hordes of Pitt and Cobourg
threaten the peace in your homes!

Will you let Europe's despots live,

you who are liberty's only hope?

May all of you who are brave enough
join the fight at the border!

Fly away, children of our nation!

Take up arms, citizens!

Your name?

The Republic congratulates
and thanks you, citizen.

Tomorrow you'll leave for the border.


A servant who can read and write?

I give up.

A servant...

The Republic congratulates
and thanks you, citizen.

Tomorrow you'll head to the border.


Dressed like that,
he must know how to read.

-Do you know how to read and write?
-I do.

That kid wants to fight,

but he's far too weak.
He can't grow a beard yet.

You should take him with you.

-Is it true that you can read?
-Yes, I can read.

Prove it.

"The monsters that dreamed to stifle
the Revolution were stifled.

"Luzeau ended up being executed,

"Roland ended his criminal existence
on his own terms.

"The remaining federalist traitors
are Berthier

"and his wife, Caroline de Bièvre,

"who'll roam the woods as a wolf
until the patriots come for her".

Congratulations, my boy.

Wanting to run to the border
to fight for your country is great.

But you'll be just as useful to it
by serving me.

I'm looking for ore in the region.
I'm a geologist.

It means I study the earth.

And I don't do it out of pleasure

but to accrue the forces
of our threatened nation.

-Do you want to stay with me?

You will share my life,
we will comb the country.

we'll sleep under the stars.

Most of the time here.

I have a passport that says
I travel with a servant,

-so, if you agree...
-I agree, citizen.

-What's your name?
-My name is Gaston.


A bath will do us good!

Even animals love baths.

You guys treat your filth
as if it's a gift from the Lord.

So, are you going to strip?

I can't swim.

In Ancient Rome and Athens,
all the boys could swim.

Well, I can't.

When they couldn't,
they'd learn to swim.

Well, I don't want to learn.

When they didn't learn, they were
mocked and would die of shame.

Mock me, I may die,
but it won't be from shame.

You dolt, you have too much shame.
For your body and that of others.

Bible study has driven you guys nuts.

How could you not see
that the human body

is Nature's most beautiful
and pure achievement.

For an empire, you would still blush
at the sight of a nude body,

even if he's the same gender as you.

You're too dim, too backward.

Is that all?

What about aquatic pleasures?

Let me show you.

No! No!

The only dolt around here is you.

Here you go. Catch me if you can.


We have to sleep in the same bed,

or else people will get suspicious.

But I'll give you my word:
you can trust me.

But I do trust you.

-That's all I ever did.
-I'm a true Republican.

I don't talk much about virtue,
but I practice it.

I have no reason to doubt you.

I have no pity at all
for your husband, Georges Berthier.

He's responsible for the situation
you're in. As for you,

you're just an innocent victim.

And I always side with the innocent.

I can see that.

You have nothing to worry about.

I'm married and faithful to my wife.

-You're also married and...
-And what?

And it's to flee a mortal peril

that you sought out my protection.

A protection
that is absolutely disinterested.

You can sleep tight.


-Thank you.
-Good night.


-Excuse me, I...
-What are you doing?

I'm looking for my black pants.

How silly of you!

You know, Jean,
I can touch your pants

without dying of confusion.

Don't succumb to the prejudices

we inherited from feudal times.

That's him.

Yes, that's him.

I also recognize that tart
who pretends to be me.

Her husband had defended my father.

She's Georges Berthier's wife.

-The former deputy at the Convention?

All right. Let's go!





No. No!

-They're here for me.
-I'll go and check.

Poor soul!
You are committing a crime.

Hurry up,
or the harlot will get away!

Caroline, climb out the window.

I loved you.

I love you. Leave! Go away!

Shivering from fear and cold,

Caroline, at dusk,
gets to the Castle of Bièvre.

But she's worried.

What will she find in this place
she once called home?

Doctor Crailly!

My dear child.

I never would've recognized you
at first glance.

You were but a child
who was fleeing...

with her father...


I left a castle that was mine
and now you own.

These are difficult times.
Your father's possessions

were auctioned off when he emigrated.

I swear I bought the castle so I may
return it to your father someday.

-It would be simpler if I did.
-Don't you believe me?

Do you doubt me?

Not only did I see you grow up,
I delivered you.

Without my agile fingers,
we would've used pliers.

-Are you warm enough now?
-More or less.

Aren't you finishing your pâté?

It cost me a lot of effort.

To get it, I saved the butcher's wife

who suffered from diarrhea.

I had to go five times.

I performed
the cold wrappings myself.

I got this wine from Touraine

from a child delivery.


I got twice the promised number
of bottles.

I gave up getting paid
in assignat bills.

We can't refuse them,
since that's against the law.

But the law allows
for other arrangements.

I got this hare from a poacher
with rheumatisms.

Don't you like it?

-I'm not hungry.
-You haven't eaten anything.

You're burning hot.

You're shaking.

Go and lie down, I'll have a look.

Paris sure changed you.

You didn't make such a fuss
back in the day.

My hands gave you life.
Have you forgotten?

-I haven't! Have you?
-Be reasonable.

You suffer from bronchitis.

I need to check for pleurisy.

You're an outlaw. You were banned.

And you're silly enough
to seek refuge

somewhere everybody knows you.

I gave you shelter. By doing this,
I risk the death penalty.

Do you think I'm risking my head

because I enjoy getting slapped?


Citizen court clerk, will you
write down that the first crime

by Citizen Caroline Berthier

was to travel to Paris

in 1789 with her father,

the Count of Bièvre,

who sat at the Estates-General

out of spite for the people.

Clément, listen to me.

Her second crime was to marry
Deputy Berthier,

a notorious seditionist,

who, after pretending to embrace
the nation's cause,

-ended up betraying it.
-Clément, you know that...

First of all, citizen, addressing me
by my first name is fine. However,

this isn't the relationship
we had when I was your gardener.

What's revolutionary
is that we're equals now.

But what did I do wrong?

You did nothing wrong.

I've always been nice to you,
haven't I?

I never said you weren't.

So, if I never hurt anyone,
why hurt me?

Hold up, citizen.

With kind of twisted logic is this?

-You're a snake!
-No, I'm not a snake.

You belong to a race
that must be destroyed,

since you believe
you are above us,

because you are fueled by despotism,

because you condemn the people
to servitude.

There's nothing you can do about it,
but that's life.

It may seem unfair,
but, generally, it's necessary.

-Stop calling me Clément.

The crimes of this citizen

having been committed in Paris,

that's where she will be sent

for her trial.

Poor thing, is there anything
I can do for you?

-Free me.
-Anything else?

You can give me a comb.

And a mirror.

I'd love to be you right now.

Don't think I have more hay
on my side...

-You're a woman.
-How advantageous.

Yes, it is.

Get pregnant
and you'll avoid the guillotine.

You get nine months.

-The revolutionary tide could change.
-I would need to get pregnant.

But I'm here.

-You don't waste any time.
-I have so little.

I hardly know your face.

Would you rather know
your executioner's face?

If only I could be sure...

I'm too honest to lie to you

and tell you it's a surefire thing.

I can only compare myself
to a lottery ticket.

Try your luck.

Kissing never got anybody pregnant.

No! No!

No, I beg you! No!

No! No!

The Terror is so effective
that every prison in Paris is full.

People had to get creative.

This is where the most famous
aristocrats rub shoulders.

Prisons have replaced
Paris's fashionable salons.

Except for the fact that dying
is the only way out.

We're done up there!

Go! Go!




You will replace Adélaïde.

The poor thing left this morning.

-Left for where?

-And Gaston?
-I was expecting that question.

-He's alive.
-He wasn't arrested?

He was made captain.

He's fighting near Arras.

-Do you still love him?

Me too.


What is it that's so funny?

At your trial,

you said you'd prove your innocence.

No, no. It was charming.

Don't mock her.

Why would one mock me?

Because you have no idea
how the revolutionary court works.

The judgment
is but a useless formality.

We're always sentenced to death.
Let that sink into your head.

Citizen Isabelle de Coigny!

A letter just arrived.

I promised
to deliver it to you quickly.

It's impossible, I must be crazy.

I have no clue what I'm doing,
what I'm saying.

-He wrote this himself, Caroline!

He's on a mission in Paris.

-He'll come here. I'll see him.
-Does he know I'm here?

No, of course not.
How would he know?

He talked to a lawyer,
a friend of Robespierre's.

Thanks to the lawyer, I'll be moved
to the Pension Belhomme.

What is it?

It's kind of like a clinic.
Heaven on earth.

Dr. Belhomme, the owner,
is friends with the public accusor.

As soon as you pass the threshold
of that house, you're saved.



Hurry up!

When will you people be done?

I forgot to tell you
Caroline had joined me.

Can you lend him to me for a while?

You can be cruel sometimes, Caroline.

All right, you can have him.

After all,

I still have my entire life
ahead of me.

My love!

-The horror.
-My love, you mean "the joy."

We had lost each other,
and we're back together.

Caroline, please.

I'm too... too overwhelmed.

-From seeing me again?
-No. From seeing you here.


You can send me
to the Pension Belhomme as well.


I managed to get one person there.

I can't do it again.

This is horrible.

No, it's normal.

You told me I was the one
you liked most.

Turns out, that wasn't true.

-Why are you so dramatic?
-Caroline, understand my position.

I understand it very well.

You have the choice
between saving Isabelle or me.

You picked Isabelle.

I'm fine with that, but please,
spare me the theatrics!

And from now on,
you're not allowed to think about me!

By the way, no need to worry.

I nearly got caught ten times,
but I've always escaped.

I'll get out of this.

There are other men than you!

-Don't talk to me like that.
-Well, there are other men than you!

Men have hurt you.

-No, not always.
-Caroline, I don't believe you.

Well, it was very enjoyable.

And I'm ready for another serving!

Caroline! Come back.

The visit is over, citizens!

Citizen Caroline Berthier!

Citizen Caroline Berthier!


Caroline Berthier!

My dear, don't be afraid.

It's surely a mistake.

Which one of you
is Caroline Berthier?


Finally! It's about time.

I can understand dragging your feet
to get in the wagon,

but she's leaving in a fancy coach!

You're off to the Pension Belhomme.

I'm Citizen Chabanne,
at your service.

My role in this house
is to assist Dr. Belhomme

so as to make our tenants' stay
as comfortable as possible.

What an honor it is for me, citizen,

to have you here.

Did you know that, back in the day,

I treated your dear husband?

-Is he still on the run?
-Yes, Doctor.

What a time to live in...

Good thing the doctor is here
to gather all those innocent victims

under his wing and to bring joy
back into their lives.

Yes, joie de vivre.

The joy of living peacefully
and sleeping easy

until... until... until... Tuesday.

Gaston de Sallanches
paid for eight days.

Congratulations. Congratulations.

Eight days...

Have you seen my new hat?

This is your bed, dear citizen.

I'm afraid
you can't have your own room,

but you will be in charming company.

I'll let you get acquainted.

I'm Caroline Berthier.

-You're the deputy's wife?
-Yes, citizen.

Well, my dear,
I won't congratulate you.

Did they chop his head off?

-No, citizen.
-I hope they do it soon.

Let the man get a taste
of his own medicine.

That said,

you are charming.

Thank you, citizen.

It's only been three days,
and I still owe you two.

Come back tomorrow night.

I've got your money.

Come in.

What's that look on your face.

Now I have to recalculate.

Is that all?

You know you only have one day left.

That's all I could get.

A pretty girl like you?

So tender and curvy.
I don't believe you.

If I were you, my sweet doe,

I wouldn't settle for one day,

I'd pay for an entire century.

I am putting out, though.

You can tell.
I didn't even bother getting dressed.

-Does that help inform you?
-I don't need the details.

I'm a man who likes virtue.

You could shock me.

But I love beauty as well
and I praise God

for helping you out once again.

What I told her is the truth.

I would be distraught
if I had to give the executioners

such a ravishing neck.

Be quiet, you horndog.

You only have money on your mind.

What about you, kitty?

I think of our future.
We have enough money.

You brought in 1,000 francs today.
We're rich.

The time has come to enjoy our money.

We need to move on
and leave for the country.

What about my wife?

You always forget my wife.

What did you promise me,

I'll keep my promise,

but let's continue for a while.

Saving human lives is beautiful.

Come on.

Getting richer isn't too bad either.

We'll end up getting guillotined.

Someone will end up denouncing us.

We'll be punished

for paying magistrates
to send us accused citizens.

A speck of dust could take us down.

Doctor Chenoux wants to take over.

Tomorrow, I want you
to settle this with him.

And I don't want to hear another word
about your wife.

We'll be leaving next week.

Understood, Belhomme?

Yes, my sweet otter.



I'll put this down for 1,000 francs.
Any takers?


For 100 francs.

And me, for 90 francs.

Let's meet in the middle.
Let's say 95.

The gem is a bit gray,

it's a rough polish.

The setting is shoddy.

I would be courting you, My Lady,

if I paid more than 50 francs for it.

I used to own the country's
most beautiful diamonds.

I used to own
the country's best horses.

I sold my horses
and you sold your gems.

Accept our price

and don't delay the game.

My dear Boimussy,
the stakes of this game are my head.

This applies to all of us, Madam.

So, My Lady,

how about 90?

You said 100 francs.

Then I said 95.

And now you're saying 90.

Not any more.

The exchange rate for diamonds
is plummeting.


Will you sell it for 80,
dear friend?

I'll let you rob me, but I
will never accept your friendship.

At your command,

My Lady.

Does the dutchess
really love this game?

She doesn't love the game.
She loves life.

And life is expensive here.
Terribly expensive.

You're about to get further proof.



-It's going up.
-What's going up?

-The rate of the assignat?

the rate of guillotine executions.
I follow it every day.

Two days ago, in Paris,
58 people were executed.

Yesterday, 68.

-And now, 77.
-Hand me the gazette, my dear.

Where's the list?

Here it is.

A chemist, not a huge loss.

I'll resume...

That must be the deputy.

André Chénier.
Never heard of him.

Isabelle de Coigny.
Now, that rings a bell.

Yes, I know her.
I took the waters with her in '87.

Yes, I remember her.
She wore such ravishing hats.


No, leave me alone. I'm furious.

Are you in love with me?

I'm in love with a man
who isn't here.

-And I love you.

You feel the same thing for me
that I feel for you.

Except that you don't want
to be faithful.

Are you that faithful
to your husband?

-My husband?
-I apologize for this nonsense.

The Revolution has made me
unforgivingly inept.

Help me console myself
for being so foolish.

No! I'm off.
You're consoled.

-But... he wouldn't have to know.

The man you're faithful to.

Yes, but I would know!

-I would know and I'd regret it.
-Regrets! How sweet!

-I already regret it.
-Caroline, just one kiss.

-One too much.
-Thanks for the compliment!

Spend the night with me.

Consider it! Please!

Not having you
before I die would be atrocious!

Caroline! Caroline, stay!

I won't be able to sleep at night.

No big deal, you'll think of me.

"My darling Caroline..."

For the first time in my life,

I realize the only person
I care about in this world

is you.

I only think of you
and the money you need.

I'll get it soon. Don't worry.

"Ask Doctor Belhomme
for a week's credit".

One week?

-That's impossible.
-Not even one day.

But Gaston
is sure he'll find the money!

We can't set a precedent.

What if everybody did the same?

But I promise you,
in eight days, Gaston...

I need the money tomorrow.

-Or else...
-Or else?

You're sentencing me to die?

But, no, no. Not at all.

We sentence you to get the money
by tomorrow. That's it.

But where can I find it,
since Gaston...?

There are other men
than Gaston on this earth.

Some men here are wealthy.

They'll be delighted to help
a sublime woman such as you.

-What if I'd rather die?

it would be your fault, not ours.

And you'll be guillotined
for your foolishness.

But you're too clever.

See, she's thinking about it.

Do want their names?

I know for a fact that the Van Krift
brothers would be interested.

You'll have your money tomorrow.

Come in!

-Excuse me.
-Come in.

The gods did love me in the end.

They must really love me
to send you to me.

You are misinterpreting
the reason for my visit.


Gaston promised me
he'd send money to Dr. Belhomme

and I learned today that he needs
another week, but...

But Dr. Belhomme
does not want to wait.

Poor Caroline.

And you thought I could help...

-I'll pay you back when Gaston...
-But I can't.

Come sit near me.


Caroline, I'm broke.

-I thought...
-I have nothing left.

I had the choice between 20 days here
and 40 days in a crowded jail.

I decided I'd rather live well
and die sooner.

Tomorrow, the first step
is the revolutionary court,

and the second one is the guillotine.

But you, Caroline,
you have no right to die.

You're too young, too beautiful.

The only ones with money
are the Van Krifts.

You won't be the one
who will be soiled. It's them.

I'll never forget you.

That's something I've often said.

But this time I mean it.

For the few hours I have left,

I'll be thinking of you.

We told you to sleep with the richest
and you bed my poorest patron.

She's an airhead.

She chose the most handsome man.


-This is an honorable establishment.

You can't run around naked
after some man.

One day, two days...

one week, two weeks...

You have three extra months.

Are you happy?

I'll come in for tea.

One more day,
and he'd have been saved.


which had tired
of the excesses of The Terror,

brings down, on this day,
the 9th of Thermidor,

the tyranny of Robespierre.


with the death of Robespierre
and his sycophants,

it is not the Revolution
that has come to an end,

but its excesses!

That's not bad.

It works. It should go well.

"...with the death...

"of Robespierre...

"it is not the Revolution...

"that has come... to an end...

"but its..."




Listen to this.

-No, I'm furious.

This dress matches the shawl
I was expecting by noon,

-and I'm still waiting.
-In the meantime, listen.

Tomorrow's speech.

I need to make a splash
at the Convention for my comeback.

The nation needs to know
that I haven't changed,

in spite of the vicissitudes.

I don't miss those vicissitudes
at all.

-Neither do I.
-Neither do you.

That's right,
you must've had your own trials

and tribulations.

That's not a bad idea.
This is how I'll open.



"has finally... triumphed...
over the tribulations...

"and vicissitudes...

"that villainy...

"had thrown in its path."

It wasn't virtue
that got me out of trouble.

Not virtue? What was it then?

My eyes, my legs...

Your eyes, to detect danger?

Your legs, to run away?

I did have
a few pleasurable experiences.


I'd like to ask you a question.

You've already asked so many.

One last question.

-All those men...
-What men?

You mentioned a geologist,
a postilion,

an aristocrat who got executed,

another aristocrat who was locked
in a prison wagon...

Yes. So what?

I just want to know...

Between those men and yourself,
would you qualify your relations...

as friendly interactions,

with underlying feelings perhaps,
that remained...



Does this mean
all of those men were your lovers?

So to please you,
I should've been beheaded?

It was a dire situation.

You were hiding and I should've tried
to figure it out at the gallows?

That's true. You're right.

Excuse me,
I have one last question for you.

What is it?

When you
had to resort to this method,

did you pick your partners?

Did you only want me
to deal with monsters?

Well, I sure didn't.

No, but I...
I'd like to know whether...

all those men...

in their embrace...


Did you feel...

Did you experience moments of...

I won't answer that.

There's only one man
who has the right to ask me that.


The man I love.


I hate nothing more
than braggarts and swashbucklers

whose vanity exposes
them to unnecessary perils.

Be warned.

-Yes, sir.
-Shut up. Don't interrupt me,

even to say "yes".

Especially since that "yes" is a lie.

To be obeyed, you don't need
to act like a lunatic.

Who do you think you are?

Do you know that you exasperate me?

I'm making you colonel,

but that's only because I know
a bullet or a shell

-will get rid of you sooner or later.
-Thank you, sir.

Why are you thanking me?

For your new rank
or the wish I articulated?

-Both, sir.

I don't like that. I generally retire
officers who act like this!

What do you want?

-General, we just caught a spy.

Near the camp.
She was traveling by coach.

She was looking for the 35th line.

How did we figure out she was a spy?

She's young and pretty.

She speaks excellent French.

The only name she knows
in the 35th line

is that of Captain de Sallanches.

All right.

Your next mission, Colonel,
will be to interrogate that spy.

You can do that all night if need be.

Or several nights,
if you feel like it.

Yes, General.

Once she's spilled the beans,

if you still look so sad, I'll send
you to the War Council. Got it?

So, carry out your duty.

Joséphine never did this for me.

Go on! Spill the beans!

-What do you want me to admit?
-The sweetest admissions.

There are too many of you.
Even if I did have beans to spill,

-I wouldn't tell you.
-Well, whisper them in my ear.

You're using any means necessary.

We're fulfilling our duty,
which is to interrogate you.

Gaston, will you join us?

Bonaparte trusted me
with the interrogation.

-They sent you a captain.
-No, a colonel.

You may leave.

That general's a genius.

I've become...
I've become...

I've become exactly...


The way you wanted me to be.


-Will you leave me again?
-I must.

Do you know what happens
when you leave me?