Jacquou Le Croquant Page #2

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will be for his corpse.

Merry Christmas to you all.

Come, Mama.

We'll get no help from them.

Your father must leave at once.

He's at the forge in Fanlac

with some friends.

What's the matter?

Don't move.

Stay here.

Go away.

Go away!

Come, Jacquou.

I'll go to Fanlac and warn Papa.

Cross-country,

I'll be there by dawn.

Tell him to meet us in Bordeaux.

Run, Papa! It's a trap!

Run!

There! By the barn.

They're like flies!

Behind you!

Run, Marti!

Don't move!

Go on.

Stop or I'll shoot!

Stop!

Stop!

Two men, follow me!

It's me you want?

Let my men go. Tell yours to stop.

You can't...

Stop! In the name of the King,

cease firing!

Cease firing!

They caught him.

Calm down.

Calm down, dear.

We must be strong.

Your father will need us.

God can't abandon us.

Wait here.

Hey, you.

What's your name?

Is that an owl or a hawk?

You're ignorant!

- It's a pigeon.

- Look who's talking!

Neat work, Tufty!

Stay.

Stay here.

This is a town. You'll get lost.

Excuse me. Marti Ferral's trial?

You said Martin Ferral.

Do you know him?

Who are you, Sir?

I'm...

Good Lord, you're his wife.

And you're Jacquou?

I'm the attorney

appointed to defend him.

You've seen him?

- How is he?

- Well.

He's well.

I only saw him for a minute, but...

- I have some money for you.

- Keep it.

His trial's about to start.

The times are against us.

The Ultras want to spread fear

and this court

is packed with Ultras.

Your husband

is everything they hate.

Bold, rebellious, pro-Napoleon.

But there's hope.

I'll ask for a deferment,

plead undue process,

anything to buy time

until the next court sits.

I'll call you as a witness.

Don't worry, I'll shield you.

Try to look plain.

Tuck in your hair,

cover up your chest.

The lady's with me.

Sorry. No children allowed.

But I'll tell him you're here.

Ready?

Is it your first time?

Mine too.

After you.

Me first!

Give me a leg up.

Next case!

Martin Ferral, alias Le Croquant.

Bring in the prisoner!

I want to see my father!

- Let me up!

- How much?

- Move!

- Pay up, kid.

No money, no looky.

He's chained up like a mad dog.

Wake up!

It's all over, kid.

Your dad won't bully you no more.

He copped thirty years!

Thirty years hard labor!

He's paid. Pull him up.

This is intolerable! Scandalous!

lmpudence!

Silence!

Remove the prisoner!

Silence in court!

- I appeal the verdict!

- All in good time.

Clear the court.

Watch your arses!

Here come the thugs!

Come on.

Where can we go?

They took our house away.

We'll find a home.

Nobody will take that from us.

I'm worn out.

We'll fix up gutters tomorrow.

I'm ready to drop.

We can't complain.

It's worse

for your father in chains.

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