La Révolution (2020): Season 1, Episode 1 - Chapter One - The Beginning - full transcript
Madeleine recounts her nightmarish visions of Élise. An unsettling truth rears its head during an encounter between Joseph and Oka, a prisoner.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
"HISTORY IS A SET OF LIES AGREED UPON".
It is said
that history is written by the winners.
It is forgotten
that it is rewritten over time.
Transformed by books.
Reinvented by those
who didn't live through it.
NO KING NO MASTER
No doubt you will convince yourself
what I'm about to tell you is not true.
That it's the nightmare of a child
lost in a chaotic world.
You will tell yourself
there was never any such disease,
that the dead are not reborn.
My name is Madeleine de Montargis,
and this is my testament
and how the century of darkness…
became that of enlightenment.
CHAPTER ONE
THE BEGINNING
MONTARGIS
TWO YEARS PRIOR
It all began
at the end of the year 1787.
Persistent hunger and poverty had settled
n the French countryside.
But no one could have predicted
what was about to happen.
As far as I can recall,
her murder marked the beginning
of everything.
Her name was Rebecca,
and she had just turned 16.
She was a lower class girl
who dreamed of a fairer world.
A world where everyone would be equal.
A world without tyrants
and people who were enslaved.
The history books
have erased Rebecca.
Yet,
just as a mere pebble
can alter the course of a river,
her martyrdom altered everything.
Ah, Countess.
Baron.
It's unlike you to retreat in this way.
It is often said: "Stay away from donkeys,
or you, too, will bray as well".
I am surprised
not to have seen your uncle.
You are aware he has no taste
for such events.
Unlike your father.
Tell me… of his condition.
He is well, as far as I'm aware.
Really?
Rumours are he's not been in Versailles
for more than a month.
The rumours are false.
He writes often.
How strange.
My sources were confident.
Madeleine?
Madeleine? Madeleine?
Calm down. Calm down.
Madeleine! Shh.
This country not only needs bread
but also authority.
Should something happen to your father,
your uncle would claim the title.
I can envisage no greater menace.
You should come, Madame.
Right away!
- What the matter?
- Your sister's having another fit!
Madeleine! Madeleine!
I am here, angel. Calm yourself!
Ophélie?
Do you remember your dream?
It was dark…
I don't know where I was.
I saw some lights.
So I approached them.
And there was a door.
A door with a cross.
Madeleine…
Don't be afraid, I'm here.
I didn't want to enter.
But somehow
I was attracted to the interior.
It was dark,
dark as night.
That's when it came into view.
What did she see in that place?
Can you tell us?
She doesn't remember.
Well, her condition perplexes me.
- You just said it was a simple nightmare.
- Yes.
Madeleine is unstable.
She belongs in an institution.
Do you mean an asylum?
I-In the absence of your father,
your uncle could demand her internment.
That's his duty.
You may leave here.
- Countess...
- You will leave!
- You will not do that!
- Madeleine must leave.
Sooner or later.
The decision is that simple.
Like the one you made for your wife?
- And also for your son.
- Pay attention, Élise.
You never liked Madeleine's presence.
You're right.
She has no rightful place in this family.
That's not for you to decide.
I don't know!
- Why you asking me?
- County Gazette!
Peasant girl has been murdered!
County Gazette!
Cannibal's been arrested!
Get the County Gazette!
Cannibal's been arrested!
Get the County Gazette!
Peasant girl was found devoured!
County Gazette!
County Gazette!
My Lady.
He's waiting for you downstairs.
Leave it out!
Élise…
I'm grateful to you.
- Ophélie.
- Bonjour, Father.
Why are we here?
For her.
- Who is she?
- Her name was Rebecca.
Her father came to see me
and begged for my help.
And also for yours.
I recognise her.
Her portrait was in the Gazette.
She's the peasant girl found on our land?
Mm.
You shouldn't do that.
My God.
The gendarme said
that a vagabond did this to her.
A foreigner.
- You know him?
- The man they arrested?
Yes, I took him in when he arrived here.
If I was suspicious of everyone
who came seeking asylum,
my church would be empty.
What do you want from me?
You are aware of the decree
imposed by your uncle.
The mark of the rebels.
Anyone suspected
of being part of the Fraternity...
Is not entitled to be buried.
Without your approval,
this woman won't receive any rites.
Why would she do that?
All who bear this mark wish her dead.
Those who bear this mark are the famished.
They do not wish you dead, Countess.
They want a roof over their heads
- and enough food for their...
- What you're demanding is impossible.
- They declared war against my family.
- These people are your people.
Élise, I'm begging you.
Appeal to your compassion.
I have no power over my uncle's decisions.
Au revoir, Father.
Anger is brewing in the streets.
Burning her body
will only make things far worse.
Bury her, and it will give you peace.
You've made the right decision.
See that she's buried with dignity.
You have nothing to say.
You shouldn't have done that.
Nobody deserves such a fate,
not even enemies.
They wouldn't have spared you, Madame.
You would have been there to protect me.
You have too much faith in them.
And you not enough.
'Cause I know them.
Don't worry. It's almost over.
- All right?
- Mm-hm. Mm.
L-Look inside my bag.
There's something in there for you.
Is it true what they say?
You're like us? Got no parents?
That's true.
Perhaps you shouldn't steal from someone
who can run faster than you.
Thank you.
So, pretty girl, you want to see the wolf?
Shut up! Move it, you vermin!
Shut up!
Scoundrels! Come on!
Shut up!
Move!
The door is open.
Anywhere will do, thank you.
COUNTY GAZETTE
I've never seen such apparatus.
They were made for me.
This one here…
is for what?
It's for haemostasis.
- Which, simply put, means...
- To stop the bleeding.
- You're replacing Martin, right?
- Yes, this is my second day.
Excuse me if I sound inappropriate, but…
When I see a woman like you
in a place like this, I...
When you're a woman, you soon learn
that predators everywhere.
At least here, they're locked up.
Is it true what they say?
What do they say?
That you injected yourself with smallpox…
and then went on
to inject the prisoners.
Have you heard there's a vaccine?
- What, for the cow pox?
- Exactly. The pox that cows catch.
Well…
It's not harmful to humans.
So if your body is already contaminated
with this vaccine,
- it knows how to react...
- And it protects you?
From the variety that's dangerous?
I understand.
Had you tried it before?
No.
Would you like anything else?
Um…
Uh…
I'm Joseph.
Katell.
- Cannibal!
- Animal, you are!
Shut up!
Look at me.
Come on!
You're a pretty one.
You take good care of him.
They're all yours.
Is this him?
The one who killed the peasant girl?
Yes.
Make sure he's confined
with no other person.
You can count on me.
I welcome you to hell.
- Hurry up!
- Come on!
Don't you dare move!
Get up!
They arrested him last night.
- What's that? Fetishist!
- I said don't move!
Here…
for your woman.
Do we know where he's from?
It's written on his back.
When a slave disobeys…
his master brands him with an iron.
Get down!
That's enough. Please leave us.
Careful, doctor.
A dog should be put down
once it's bitten someone.
Alright, that's enough.
I said, enough! Enough!
What name do you go by?
Have you been sick
during the last six months?
Any pain? Fever?
Hm?
You've been in France for how long?
I'm not trying to trick you, you know.
I'm called Oka.
Hm.
Joseph Guillotin.
Guillotin?
I knew a man who bore the same name.
A soldier.
It's a name you often hear.
His name was Albert.
Albert was the name of my brother.
But he died long ago.
Do you believe in fate, doctor?
No.
Doctor…
…that girl. I didn't kill her.
What happened?
He, um…
He attacked me, but…
But what?
Nothing.
You must rest now.
I shall come back later.
THE CANNIBAL HAS BEEN ARRESTED
Bonjour, Father.
Joseph.
- Did something happen to you?
- I've been thinking.
You sheltered Oka, is that right?
Yes.
- He needed somewhere to stay.
- Did he tell you why he was here?
- Joseph, what are you looking for?
- You haven't answered my question, Father.
I don't know.
We barely spoke, him and I.
You know…
when I was blessed with Albert and you,
I promised to protect you.
I failed Albert,
but I could never forgive myself
if something happened to you.
Don't say that, Father.
It wasn't your fault.
The Montargis killed my brother,
and you know it.
My Lords.
- Countess.
- Baron.
Your presence saves us all, Madame.
Monsieur de Lariboise was boring us
to death again about justice in society.
I was merely informing these gentlemen
that many peasants
are complaining about taxes.
Bad harvest bodes bad mood.
It's always the same.
The more they are starved,
- the more hunger they have to revolt.
- Pull!
Come now, Baron. These rebels
who call themselves the Fraternity
are nothing but a handful of vagrants.
Pull!
A pocketful the gendarmerie
still haven't been able to arrest.
How would you suggest
this situation is dealt with?
Open the granaries.
Well, now.
And what else?
Construct housing that's decent.
Suppress taxes
that are no longer relevant.
Perhaps we should abolish our privileges
at the same time.
Perhaps you're not able to hear,
behind the gates of your grand mansion,
the discontented murmur…
but anger is rumbling in the streets.
Forgive me, Countess.
I am in no way denigrating
your keen interest in politics,
- but it's business for me.
- That is right.
What are you saying, exactly?
Put your mind to what women enjoy instead.
Dancing, singing… having fun.
Take for example my girls.
I see.
You're right, my Lord Viscount.
Your perspective
is always an insight to us all.
May I?
Pull!
My Lords.
Good health.
I told you you're not welcome here.
I can pay you.
- I don't sell corpses no more.
- That's not what I'm here for.
What is it?
Decoction of poppy.
I promise you paradise if you let me in.
Joseph…
What on earth are you doing here?
- Allow me to explain, professor.
- Get out.
- Please, I need to show you...
- I told you to leave.
A man will be hanged
because of the conclusions
in your autopsy.
Of which I am proud.
After what he did,
he deserves to be sent to the gallows.
Except you are mistaken.
I've read your conclusions
regarding the victim's condition
that you gave at the trial.
You failed to mention
that Rebecca put up a fight.
But the prisoner doesn't have
a single scratch or any marks visible.
- That proves nothing.
- On the contrary.
It proves that he is innocent.
- In your opinion.
- Aren't you listening?
On the contrary.
I've listened long enough.
Just…
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
All I ask is that you go to the tribunal.
Shall I remind you
that one of your theories cost you
your position at the Hôtel-Dieu hospital?
- That's different.
- Is it really?
This time, I know I'm right.
That's what you said last time, too.
No, Joseph. Joseph…
Hm. As a student, you're brilliant.
An orphan becoming a prodigy of medicine.
You have worked so hard
to climb out of the gutter.
It'd be a shame to return there.
- Is that a threat?
- A promise. If you are obstinate.
- Ahem.
- Speak.
I'm sure it is nothing, but…
I surprised one my students
inside the morgue.
He's contesting the results of my autopsy.
What did he say?
He pretends the man arrested is innocent.
Someone came to see me.
He told me your innocence is being debated
at the moment.
In the city and this prison.
What troubles me is
I thought we understood each other,
you and me.
Your death was never hypothetical.
Your arrest…
is all part of this lie…
precisely so that questions are not posed.
One day, you can be sure the one you serve
will deal the exact same fate to you.
This isn't about obedience.
It's because I enjoy it…
passionately…
viscerally.
My father killed 17 of our servants
before he was arrested.
Before he went to the gallows,
he confessed to me
that his only regret
was that he didn't get to kill more.
My family was meanwhile disgraced.
My mother remarried and forced me
to forget even the name of my father.
But I don't need a name to remember
that part of him lives inside me.
Shh. Shh.
Shh.
What about the doctor?
Doctor? Doctor!
He tried to take his own life.
Move aside. Out of my way.
Get me some alcohol. Oka!
Oka, look at me!
Oka, it's Joseph. Open your eyes.
Put pressure on the wound.
Pass me a needle from my bag.
Oka? Hurry, Katell, he's choking!
Oka! Oka, look at me.
I need the needle, quickly, please.
Thank you.
Just hurry! He's losing too much blood!
Be strong.
- Keep your eyes open.
- Plenty of pressure on the wound.
Take your hand off now.
I'm going to suture the wound.
- Have you done it before?
- No! Remove your hand!
- Is he going to survive?
- Mm-hm.
He didn't attempt suicide.
Are you certain?
I went to the morgue.
I saw the body of the victim.
This man wasn't her killer.
This is the isolation area.
No inmate would just have access
to his cell though.
- Do you realise what I'm saying to you?
- Mm-hm.
Bribing a guard is easy, but why?
Why try to kill this man
when he's going to be hanged?
Because someone is trying to protect
the real murderer,
and Oka knows who it is.
Anyway, go and rest.
You were extremely helpful tonight,
Katell. Thank you again.
- Where are you going?
- I need time to think.
HERE LIES ALBERT GUILLOTIN
Forgive me.
I didn't know you'd be here.
Madame.
Joseph…
I understand what you think of me.
As I understand how you're feeling.
With respect, I doubt it, Madame.
Albert was dear to me.
And still is, more than you can imagine.
Is that so?
You need not scorn my feelings.
He paid with his life
for this fleeting affection.
- You must know I tried to save him.
- Save him?
He was an orphan, you were a countess.
You knew that he had not a hope. So, why?
I loved him.
Loved him?
If that were really true, Madame,
you'd have rejected his love and him.
Albert would have suffered,
but he would still have his life.
I understand your sorrow.
Please acknowledge mine.
If it helps you sleep,
keep putting flowers on his grave.
But do not insult me
by pretending you understand.
No!
No!
No!
No! No!
No! Let go!
No! No!
Albert! Albert!
Albert!
You don't have to pretend any more.
Not with me.
We'll see.
- Katell...
- Keep quiet.
What does he want from me?
I imagine that you were right.
Someone is protecting the real murderer.
MISSING
My Lord, no! Please!
No! No!
A day will come
when slaves will break free
from their chains,
when the wretched of the Earth will unite
to scream their revolt.
In time, Hell will be full.
And when there is no place left in Hell…
the dead return to Earth.
"HISTORY IS A SET OF LIES AGREED UPON".
It is said
that history is written by the winners.
It is forgotten
that it is rewritten over time.
Transformed by books.
Reinvented by those
who didn't live through it.
NO KING NO MASTER
No doubt you will convince yourself
what I'm about to tell you is not true.
That it's the nightmare of a child
lost in a chaotic world.
You will tell yourself
there was never any such disease,
that the dead are not reborn.
My name is Madeleine de Montargis,
and this is my testament
and how the century of darkness…
became that of enlightenment.
CHAPTER ONE
THE BEGINNING
MONTARGIS
TWO YEARS PRIOR
It all began
at the end of the year 1787.
Persistent hunger and poverty had settled
n the French countryside.
But no one could have predicted
what was about to happen.
As far as I can recall,
her murder marked the beginning
of everything.
Her name was Rebecca,
and she had just turned 16.
She was a lower class girl
who dreamed of a fairer world.
A world where everyone would be equal.
A world without tyrants
and people who were enslaved.
The history books
have erased Rebecca.
Yet,
just as a mere pebble
can alter the course of a river,
her martyrdom altered everything.
Ah, Countess.
Baron.
It's unlike you to retreat in this way.
It is often said: "Stay away from donkeys,
or you, too, will bray as well".
I am surprised
not to have seen your uncle.
You are aware he has no taste
for such events.
Unlike your father.
Tell me… of his condition.
He is well, as far as I'm aware.
Really?
Rumours are he's not been in Versailles
for more than a month.
The rumours are false.
He writes often.
How strange.
My sources were confident.
Madeleine?
Madeleine? Madeleine?
Calm down. Calm down.
Madeleine! Shh.
This country not only needs bread
but also authority.
Should something happen to your father,
your uncle would claim the title.
I can envisage no greater menace.
You should come, Madame.
Right away!
- What the matter?
- Your sister's having another fit!
Madeleine! Madeleine!
I am here, angel. Calm yourself!
Ophélie?
Do you remember your dream?
It was dark…
I don't know where I was.
I saw some lights.
So I approached them.
And there was a door.
A door with a cross.
Madeleine…
Don't be afraid, I'm here.
I didn't want to enter.
But somehow
I was attracted to the interior.
It was dark,
dark as night.
That's when it came into view.
What did she see in that place?
Can you tell us?
She doesn't remember.
Well, her condition perplexes me.
- You just said it was a simple nightmare.
- Yes.
Madeleine is unstable.
She belongs in an institution.
Do you mean an asylum?
I-In the absence of your father,
your uncle could demand her internment.
That's his duty.
You may leave here.
- Countess...
- You will leave!
- You will not do that!
- Madeleine must leave.
Sooner or later.
The decision is that simple.
Like the one you made for your wife?
- And also for your son.
- Pay attention, Élise.
You never liked Madeleine's presence.
You're right.
She has no rightful place in this family.
That's not for you to decide.
I don't know!
- Why you asking me?
- County Gazette!
Peasant girl has been murdered!
County Gazette!
Cannibal's been arrested!
Get the County Gazette!
Cannibal's been arrested!
Get the County Gazette!
Peasant girl was found devoured!
County Gazette!
County Gazette!
My Lady.
He's waiting for you downstairs.
Leave it out!
Élise…
I'm grateful to you.
- Ophélie.
- Bonjour, Father.
Why are we here?
For her.
- Who is she?
- Her name was Rebecca.
Her father came to see me
and begged for my help.
And also for yours.
I recognise her.
Her portrait was in the Gazette.
She's the peasant girl found on our land?
Mm.
You shouldn't do that.
My God.
The gendarme said
that a vagabond did this to her.
A foreigner.
- You know him?
- The man they arrested?
Yes, I took him in when he arrived here.
If I was suspicious of everyone
who came seeking asylum,
my church would be empty.
What do you want from me?
You are aware of the decree
imposed by your uncle.
The mark of the rebels.
Anyone suspected
of being part of the Fraternity...
Is not entitled to be buried.
Without your approval,
this woman won't receive any rites.
Why would she do that?
All who bear this mark wish her dead.
Those who bear this mark are the famished.
They do not wish you dead, Countess.
They want a roof over their heads
- and enough food for their...
- What you're demanding is impossible.
- They declared war against my family.
- These people are your people.
Élise, I'm begging you.
Appeal to your compassion.
I have no power over my uncle's decisions.
Au revoir, Father.
Anger is brewing in the streets.
Burning her body
will only make things far worse.
Bury her, and it will give you peace.
You've made the right decision.
See that she's buried with dignity.
You have nothing to say.
You shouldn't have done that.
Nobody deserves such a fate,
not even enemies.
They wouldn't have spared you, Madame.
You would have been there to protect me.
You have too much faith in them.
And you not enough.
'Cause I know them.
Don't worry. It's almost over.
- All right?
- Mm-hm. Mm.
L-Look inside my bag.
There's something in there for you.
Is it true what they say?
You're like us? Got no parents?
That's true.
Perhaps you shouldn't steal from someone
who can run faster than you.
Thank you.
So, pretty girl, you want to see the wolf?
Shut up! Move it, you vermin!
Shut up!
Scoundrels! Come on!
Shut up!
Move!
The door is open.
Anywhere will do, thank you.
COUNTY GAZETTE
I've never seen such apparatus.
They were made for me.
This one here…
is for what?
It's for haemostasis.
- Which, simply put, means...
- To stop the bleeding.
- You're replacing Martin, right?
- Yes, this is my second day.
Excuse me if I sound inappropriate, but…
When I see a woman like you
in a place like this, I...
When you're a woman, you soon learn
that predators everywhere.
At least here, they're locked up.
Is it true what they say?
What do they say?
That you injected yourself with smallpox…
and then went on
to inject the prisoners.
Have you heard there's a vaccine?
- What, for the cow pox?
- Exactly. The pox that cows catch.
Well…
It's not harmful to humans.
So if your body is already contaminated
with this vaccine,
- it knows how to react...
- And it protects you?
From the variety that's dangerous?
I understand.
Had you tried it before?
No.
Would you like anything else?
Um…
Uh…
I'm Joseph.
Katell.
- Cannibal!
- Animal, you are!
Shut up!
Look at me.
Come on!
You're a pretty one.
You take good care of him.
They're all yours.
Is this him?
The one who killed the peasant girl?
Yes.
Make sure he's confined
with no other person.
You can count on me.
I welcome you to hell.
- Hurry up!
- Come on!
Don't you dare move!
Get up!
They arrested him last night.
- What's that? Fetishist!
- I said don't move!
Here…
for your woman.
Do we know where he's from?
It's written on his back.
When a slave disobeys…
his master brands him with an iron.
Get down!
That's enough. Please leave us.
Careful, doctor.
A dog should be put down
once it's bitten someone.
Alright, that's enough.
I said, enough! Enough!
What name do you go by?
Have you been sick
during the last six months?
Any pain? Fever?
Hm?
You've been in France for how long?
I'm not trying to trick you, you know.
I'm called Oka.
Hm.
Joseph Guillotin.
Guillotin?
I knew a man who bore the same name.
A soldier.
It's a name you often hear.
His name was Albert.
Albert was the name of my brother.
But he died long ago.
Do you believe in fate, doctor?
No.
Doctor…
…that girl. I didn't kill her.
What happened?
He, um…
He attacked me, but…
But what?
Nothing.
You must rest now.
I shall come back later.
THE CANNIBAL HAS BEEN ARRESTED
Bonjour, Father.
Joseph.
- Did something happen to you?
- I've been thinking.
You sheltered Oka, is that right?
Yes.
- He needed somewhere to stay.
- Did he tell you why he was here?
- Joseph, what are you looking for?
- You haven't answered my question, Father.
I don't know.
We barely spoke, him and I.
You know…
when I was blessed with Albert and you,
I promised to protect you.
I failed Albert,
but I could never forgive myself
if something happened to you.
Don't say that, Father.
It wasn't your fault.
The Montargis killed my brother,
and you know it.
My Lords.
- Countess.
- Baron.
Your presence saves us all, Madame.
Monsieur de Lariboise was boring us
to death again about justice in society.
I was merely informing these gentlemen
that many peasants
are complaining about taxes.
Bad harvest bodes bad mood.
It's always the same.
The more they are starved,
- the more hunger they have to revolt.
- Pull!
Come now, Baron. These rebels
who call themselves the Fraternity
are nothing but a handful of vagrants.
Pull!
A pocketful the gendarmerie
still haven't been able to arrest.
How would you suggest
this situation is dealt with?
Open the granaries.
Well, now.
And what else?
Construct housing that's decent.
Suppress taxes
that are no longer relevant.
Perhaps we should abolish our privileges
at the same time.
Perhaps you're not able to hear,
behind the gates of your grand mansion,
the discontented murmur…
but anger is rumbling in the streets.
Forgive me, Countess.
I am in no way denigrating
your keen interest in politics,
- but it's business for me.
- That is right.
What are you saying, exactly?
Put your mind to what women enjoy instead.
Dancing, singing… having fun.
Take for example my girls.
I see.
You're right, my Lord Viscount.
Your perspective
is always an insight to us all.
May I?
Pull!
My Lords.
Good health.
I told you you're not welcome here.
I can pay you.
- I don't sell corpses no more.
- That's not what I'm here for.
What is it?
Decoction of poppy.
I promise you paradise if you let me in.
Joseph…
What on earth are you doing here?
- Allow me to explain, professor.
- Get out.
- Please, I need to show you...
- I told you to leave.
A man will be hanged
because of the conclusions
in your autopsy.
Of which I am proud.
After what he did,
he deserves to be sent to the gallows.
Except you are mistaken.
I've read your conclusions
regarding the victim's condition
that you gave at the trial.
You failed to mention
that Rebecca put up a fight.
But the prisoner doesn't have
a single scratch or any marks visible.
- That proves nothing.
- On the contrary.
It proves that he is innocent.
- In your opinion.
- Aren't you listening?
On the contrary.
I've listened long enough.
Just…
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
All I ask is that you go to the tribunal.
Shall I remind you
that one of your theories cost you
your position at the Hôtel-Dieu hospital?
- That's different.
- Is it really?
This time, I know I'm right.
That's what you said last time, too.
No, Joseph. Joseph…
Hm. As a student, you're brilliant.
An orphan becoming a prodigy of medicine.
You have worked so hard
to climb out of the gutter.
It'd be a shame to return there.
- Is that a threat?
- A promise. If you are obstinate.
- Ahem.
- Speak.
I'm sure it is nothing, but…
I surprised one my students
inside the morgue.
He's contesting the results of my autopsy.
What did he say?
He pretends the man arrested is innocent.
Someone came to see me.
He told me your innocence is being debated
at the moment.
In the city and this prison.
What troubles me is
I thought we understood each other,
you and me.
Your death was never hypothetical.
Your arrest…
is all part of this lie…
precisely so that questions are not posed.
One day, you can be sure the one you serve
will deal the exact same fate to you.
This isn't about obedience.
It's because I enjoy it…
passionately…
viscerally.
My father killed 17 of our servants
before he was arrested.
Before he went to the gallows,
he confessed to me
that his only regret
was that he didn't get to kill more.
My family was meanwhile disgraced.
My mother remarried and forced me
to forget even the name of my father.
But I don't need a name to remember
that part of him lives inside me.
Shh. Shh.
Shh.
What about the doctor?
Doctor? Doctor!
He tried to take his own life.
Move aside. Out of my way.
Get me some alcohol. Oka!
Oka, look at me!
Oka, it's Joseph. Open your eyes.
Put pressure on the wound.
Pass me a needle from my bag.
Oka? Hurry, Katell, he's choking!
Oka! Oka, look at me.
I need the needle, quickly, please.
Thank you.
Just hurry! He's losing too much blood!
Be strong.
- Keep your eyes open.
- Plenty of pressure on the wound.
Take your hand off now.
I'm going to suture the wound.
- Have you done it before?
- No! Remove your hand!
- Is he going to survive?
- Mm-hm.
He didn't attempt suicide.
Are you certain?
I went to the morgue.
I saw the body of the victim.
This man wasn't her killer.
This is the isolation area.
No inmate would just have access
to his cell though.
- Do you realise what I'm saying to you?
- Mm-hm.
Bribing a guard is easy, but why?
Why try to kill this man
when he's going to be hanged?
Because someone is trying to protect
the real murderer,
and Oka knows who it is.
Anyway, go and rest.
You were extremely helpful tonight,
Katell. Thank you again.
- Where are you going?
- I need time to think.
HERE LIES ALBERT GUILLOTIN
Forgive me.
I didn't know you'd be here.
Madame.
Joseph…
I understand what you think of me.
As I understand how you're feeling.
With respect, I doubt it, Madame.
Albert was dear to me.
And still is, more than you can imagine.
Is that so?
You need not scorn my feelings.
He paid with his life
for this fleeting affection.
- You must know I tried to save him.
- Save him?
He was an orphan, you were a countess.
You knew that he had not a hope. So, why?
I loved him.
Loved him?
If that were really true, Madame,
you'd have rejected his love and him.
Albert would have suffered,
but he would still have his life.
I understand your sorrow.
Please acknowledge mine.
If it helps you sleep,
keep putting flowers on his grave.
But do not insult me
by pretending you understand.
No!
No!
No!
No! No!
No! Let go!
No! No!
Albert! Albert!
Albert!
You don't have to pretend any more.
Not with me.
We'll see.
- Katell...
- Keep quiet.
What does he want from me?
I imagine that you were right.
Someone is protecting the real murderer.
MISSING
My Lord, no! Please!
No! No!
A day will come
when slaves will break free
from their chains,
when the wretched of the Earth will unite
to scream their revolt.
In time, Hell will be full.
And when there is no place left in Hell…
the dead return to Earth.