The Visitors: Bastille Day Page #4

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and fed him to the pigs.

He is lucky, he died before

he could say Ouch.

Ouch, you say? That's not a good sense.

Sorry, I will not talk to you anymore.

- Forget it.

- Forget it.

Silence, you up front!

This morning fat Capet's head tumbled into the sawdust!

The King is dead! So is the

tyranny! Hip, hip, hooray!

Silence! Pray!

The King is dead!

Long live his successor, his son!

Let us pray.

Our father who art in heaven ...

thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread...

daily bread

Stop the whining, it is a day of joy!

-Attention!

- and forgive us our trespasses...

Picarde! Alsace! Come and help me!

Silence that whiner!

Revolution is mine!

Get up, damn it!

Get up, mercenary!

Take your weapons and follow me!

Here I go, sir!

Be careful, sir!

Watch out, sir!

Be careful, sir!

Watch out, sir, that clown

looks like a real ass !

- I'm with you!

- Stop squishing me!

I'm sorry, Sir, I am using your great strength

- to get out.

- It's a chump.

- That's all.

- What an ass.

Let's hurry!

Faster!

- The stepmother's upstairs?

- Chateau Montmirail by Issoudun

- Ma'am, at dawn, you are required to be gone.

- We're not finished.

- I do not want to leave the castle with nothing.

- If they find me here, I am finished.

I should be in Paris.

Jacquouillet will be here soon!

We'll wait for him with guns

iand give him a lesson, to that pig!

Victoria, we will end up at the gallows!

Madam, I bribed a clerk with my last money,

when I bought a letter of leave to Austria.

Bring her to her senses.

It is true, Victoria, you are delaying us.

Go and finish packing.

Madam, I am too old for this familiarity

and listening to your orders!

- Oooh, If only your father heard you!

- He is dead.

- Can't get to him.

- What?

I made his last years beatiful!

You're obliged to respect me!

Not the best moment, ma'am.

Thank me that I will transport you to Austria,

on my own expenses, dammit!

Fear rises to your head, Gonzague.

There's gonna be seven of us in that little

hunter's lodge, thanks a lot.

We are fleeing like gypsies,

and we live in Paris!

There is a Reign of Terror in Paris. Sans cullottes

report aristocrats and execute them!

Forget Paris!

And the palace is mine since father's death, I'm the oldest.

I'm sorry. As a member you voted

to cancel the rule of the oldest.

So my children have an equal right to inheritance

of Montmirail just like you!

Don't let it embarrass your political career!

Don't be so unfair to your brother.

I respect you like your deceased mother.

- It is an honor for me to save you and your siblings.

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