NET Playhouse; 242; Biography: Georges Jacques Danton

Welcome to NET Playhouse Biography. This week our subject is Dantor and I'm Antonio Fraser introducing the series. The scene is Paris, Paris in April 1794 in the midst of the reign of terror which followed on to the French Revolution. Five men including their leader Georges Dantor are sharing a cell on the eve of their execution. Ironically enough they've been put there by their former comrade at arms in the cause of revolution Max de Miller Robespierre. And this portrait is made up by juxtaposing not only their discussions in the cell on the eve of their deaths but also with flashbacks sharing what led up to Dantor's imprisonment. So it begins to be a sort of classic confrontation of two men the warm humanist

Dantor and the cool logician the calculating lawyer Robespierre. And of course ironically enough not only has Robespierre put Dantor into prison but he himself is only going to enjoy a peric victory he will die four months later. So you begin to see that perhaps revolutions do need these two types of men. They need Dantor with his rhetoric his powers of archery to sway the masses and with his deep love of the ordinary people and perhaps they also need Robespierre who cares only for the spirit of revolution but gives up his whole life to politics whereas Dantor does have a personal life as this biography shows. On the other hand I think as the two men are contrasted you can't help preferring the earthy almost vulgar Dantor to the cool Robespierre. I certainly find myself on Dantor's side in the last scenes of the biography as he's carried through the streets with his comrades at arms he exhorts them to have courage just as he

has courage. So Dantor was definitely my man. So this week Shawshut Dantor. I've told him I've written to him. I've got a live friend of mine who are right the letter he put it all down all in order. Well they'd take him blind but he noticed today hell is like. No it's pure democracy that's what pure democracy. Well I've told him if you want to drop down property you're going to get a school man. If you want to school man you're a pain. Quite right. I mean we I'll work all hours and I know it just because I've got a sensory responsibility I'll get taken advantage of. I mean what would happen if I gave in mind like you say. Well they'd been a mess that's where they'd be. It's the same anyone on a fixed wage. I mean cost of everything goes up and if you're on a fixed wage I never catches up. It's something all over the place if you're on a fixed wage. Work all hours. Not as if I get paid so much at time. Just a fixed wage. More I work less than money by it. Bread's gone up again. Not only bread every

bloody thing. I'll go back in the evening my wife Sheila will go longer says what he's been doing today. When's your pay going up she says. So she can't manage. Oh she's right. All right let's see if it's working. You pull her up my checker. I don't know I should be so good money. I'm not skipping our starving. All right yeah I'll just check that. It's an important day today. Today's a big one. Well we've made history again. God knows. And often enough a government has changed the law in order to bring a criminal to trial. I've done it myself. But never before has a government

changed the law in the middle of the trial itself to get a conviction. What's the matter with you all? You're only going to die. Nothing serious. Not the letter to your wife. Just once more I could. What will they do to do to seal nothing they'll forget it. Didn't do seal that after a chance. Two. Yes. Come on we've had full lives all of us. We loved each other so much that we could

easily have saved. Do we have to spend our last hour on that flushing to him. You think you're the only one who's ever had a woman. Don't understand. There's a woman who loves me, an animal and rest of them. And it's for Anton. Give him two more years. There'll be another army call for France in 20 years time. I didn't like that. Who was it who wrote the article of the betrayers? This perpetual idoless can see that perhaps. But when the moment came he could have stuck out. He could have stayed with Robespierre but he didn't. He still had to be counted with me. Come on we can't complain about anything. We've taken Europe by the scruff of its neck. We've shaken it till kings fall out like life. We've worked hard, we've fought hard. We've loved, we've been loved. Now it's time to rest. I suppose so. There's so much left to be done. It's not up to us to do it, not anymore. Where did it all go wrong? Oh no doubt the historians will be able to tell us now. When we saw on the Bastille it all seemed so simple. They hoisted the white flag and the mob went mad. Then they opened fire on us again on the mob wavered.

Few of us went on onto the wall. I was the second man to reach the wall. I remember looking down on that mob and from that height it didn't look like a mob anymore. It looked like. I don't know. You're the poet. Poet. I just finished the best thing I've ever written. A multi's orange. Another police have taken it. Who's going to clean he wrote it? Oh, soon you won't just be writing about bloody oranges. You'll be helping to manure them. Well I looked down on that mob. All right they were leaderless and they stand and they weren't trained for anything. But they were willing to give their lives for freedom and that gave them a soft beauty. It all seemed so simple then. When we executed the king it seemed the last barrier was down. But then all that suffering all that blood and what emerged robs pure. What happened to the simplicity of it all?

Well you were the government's guard known for what's chaos and up all around you. But it still seemed simple. Oh, when we were fighting on the frontiers I used to ask the men what they thought they were fighting for. They knew. They weren't intellectual or anything. They just plurped it out but they didn't know. They knew what they wanted not now and I would just go on fighting and starving. Every day the mob washes the men who let it be in guillotine. It doesn't mean anything anymore. It was different when you were there. When you were there we all felt there was a pattern to it all. Well there's no bombardment said. After heard the deductions. After me. The sharp. No, he's evil, Rob Stewart. He's like a bear. No, Rob is spitting like a bear. A bear was evil. Rob is spitting evil. It's just brittle. Little. Mustn't ever hand over the country to little men. The wolf's crawling over Europe like flies in a map. No guts, no vision, nothing. Oh, that philosophy of his.

A lot of me but no understanding. I do it in the void. What are the ideals of that? All from Rousseau. I hear and sound just. I think they're the only two men I've ever met. I never thought I could influence. Now don't mean make them agree with me. Not necessarily. But make them realize that there might be another point of view. Our Rubus bear never in his life trust his hand into the soil, crumbled it between his fingers and felt the power in him. And to him the soil is just part of an economic theory. But that drabbel that you and I in vestiment here took and turned into the finest army on earth. But the army that conquered the nine nations, all the kings and emperors of Europe. All right, that army first decided about the soil. It was the soil itself that we're fighting for. My God, it makes me puke when I hear Rubus bear talking about nature. He's no idea what his blood is.

When I was two I was settling a cow. I blasted bullgoat angry, ripped my face open with its horn. When I was six I was trampled on by a herd of pigs. As if that wasn't enough when I was seventeen I was tossed by another bull. And that's what nature is, strength, hunger, violence. Little man. The most dangerous man in the world is the man who's dedicated and robbed. Well, when the Georgian Robus bear and make no mistake about it, they will when it's his head that drops into the basket. It won't be blood that pulses out of his neck. It will be a thin grey fluid, just like that bread soup used to make. When the bread was soaked off he couldn't even cut it with an axe. It won't pulse either. It'll dribble. Soiling the last of this bloody beautiful chromatisoprolobe. It's an absolute itself, but an aspect of the supreme being. An imperfect copy. Yes.

So when we worship liberty, are we worshipping something that is identical to nature? Antipathetic to it or unrelated to it? That is a question we must all consider. Yes, we must indeed and the moment I've managed to find food supplies for my troops at the front I'll worry about nothing else. But since we have decided on the true concept of virtue as described by Rousseau, there remains only to exterminate those members of the former clergy who refuse to take the oath to the Constitution. And the remainder can fulfill a useful role in society once again. Well, when I come from the people, the peasants, to them, the only moments of happiness in their lives are given them by the priests. But Rousseau has proved that the priests are peddling lies, dream. I just have. I say it's a season against the nation to take away its dream. I'm not sure you understand what treason is. No. There are two kinds of citizens, the good and the bad. The good to them, the republicans, its protection. To the bad it owes only death. Later, we will organize a rational society.

Oh, that'll appeal to the peasants. At the age of five, boys will be taken from their parents and raised in battalions. When they are 16, they will become either workers or soldiers. What about the girls who's allowed to roll the girls? Whether a man is a leader or a worker, he will live in the same way. He will be a clothing that is strong and serviceable, but coarse, and he will sleep on a straw mat. Alone by the sound of it. It's pity. The rational society will die out after a generation. Our immediate problem is to persuade the peasants to discard their superstitious beliefs. That is the greatest problem facing France. Really? Now, you listen. We need those peasants the way they are, without them there is no France. If you were as wretched as poor as hungry as they are, you knew damn well as. They know damn well that you're going to die as wretched as poor as hungry as you've lived. Come on, you cling to anything that seems majestic. All right, so it is a fiction. It is an illusion. Teach them if you want to. But don't take away from them the only thing they have that makes them want to go on living at all. There's no point in discussing the techniques of establishing an ideal society until we have decided and defined exactly what that society is to be.

There's nothing that deviates from that ideal. So truth. Whatever it is, whoever it is that deviates can be identified and removed. Which leads us to the question of virtue as Rousseau used the word. Virtue is what I do with my wife, every night. How can such an immoral man possibly be entrusted with power? And he meant it. He meant every bloody word of it. He sees himself as God. I thought we'd abolish God. No, Robust be as in God. No, he isn't. Robust be a word prove himself greater than God. What do you mean? Well, I'm not a word of it. He sees himself as God. I thought we'd abolish God. Well.

As soon as he's got rid of us, he's going to announce the existence of his supreme being. By the hands of Rousseau working the whole thing out. There's going to be an announcement ex-Cathedra by Robust be a God exist. Then there will be the most spectacular Salomonas since Louis XIV. And that the head of the possession of his green face set off against white robes would be Robust be a... Looking, I imagine rather like a colorless Blomong. But that's why Robust be a will prove himself greater than God. Took God seven days to create the universe. It'll take Robust be a... One day to create God. Someone who's sorry we shall be there. I ever understood what was happening to the church. I heard about it when we were fighting on the frontiers. I heard about it. We felt sick. Well, they can blame us for a lot of things, but they can't blame us for that. There's been the best of them.

The last few years, they've been like a storm. Change the intellectual coastline of Europe. Throw up a scum on the shore. A bear. Yeah. Yeah, a bear for one. But even a bear, obviously, was mad. But even he acted as a sort of purge. The Georgian, not a damn, where the women were stripped from the waist up. Men from the waist down. And that birds something out of the mob, didn't it? That lunatic newspaper of his. All right, when we tried Mary Antoinette and he wrote the stories about how she slept with her children. We weren't fighting for his right to publish that. She was going to be geared, in any way. But perhaps it was better that all that hatred should find some way out. Some out there instead of being buried in the mind of every potential lunatic in Paris. And the way he died. When they saw how their hero died. That birds something too. My God, the blood that's been shed. And now it will be ours. Is Shakespeare?

You've got your cousin's picture there. It was. More than once they pelted me with flowers after a play. It's the nuance of the old regime no longer practiced I'm afraid. They carried me on the shoulders through the streets. Well, we haven't the men to spare for that sort of thing nowadays. Something to do with shortage of manpower, I think. Aren't you at all afraid? No. What's there to be afraid of? I mean, looking back, I would have been afraid of being wounded when I was in the army. Never had time to think about it. Death, what's death? During the September massacres, there were bodies piled so high in this prison you couldn't get in. And not that I particularly want to do. And later they said the world is used to show the prisoners around. Show them how deep this body is at length, sort of high watermark. One evening I thought the river itself was blood.

It was only the sunset, a trick of the light. I still think they'll save us. Why should Robert Spear make an exception on our case? Not our case, you're our case. People won't let him. The man with this here in the tumble, they're rised, Robert Spear knows that. Perhaps that's why they haven't passed the sentence. They passed it, they just haven't read it, that's all. No, no, no, that's the father's right. What's his name, man? The governor. Ukraine. Yeah, perhaps Ukraine's been told to keep quiet or to risk it. Look, I know my troops. If they think you're in danger, you only got to lift a finger. They'll serve you ropes via for breakfast. You're not dealing with troops, you're dealing with the Paris mob. Not even the mob. I hope they can't have the short memories as that. Bread and circuses. And as Robert Spear isn't being very successful and giving the bread he deals with the circuses. In this case, the guillotine. That'll save us. We'll see. Robert, they're going to in.

What do you want? You ought to come with me. I'm not going. I'm not going till he's done with it. You'll hide me. He's not time, he's not right. It was I tell you. You can't separate us. No, I'm not well. Can't you see I'm not going. I'm not going. My head is splitting. I won't have a headache if you are. I was going to do clay. He wants to lead your sentence. Go. Are you coming or do I have to come down there and get you? What do you want to be? Why me? Why not him? Don't worry. We'll get around to him later. We'll get around to you all later. Now you get them all on! God! How much that's? This bloody rider has died better than he's going to. No, no. He's a poet, temperamental. He'll be all right. That's who, sir. He'll be all right. I've always envied poets. Are people who could write?

Me, I could talk and talk. I could never write. Assembly after assembly. All those orations based on Cicero. Then the round of applause and the assembly votes to have the speech printed. Of course I never had a speech for them to print. Then one day I decided to write a speech for myself. What happened? Huh? I sat in my room at home and I, in front of the mirror, and I tried it out myself. And the whirling vortex which is the National Assembly today, the National Entity today, I implore the assembly, name this a gust assembly, name the whole body, social... Huh? All the crap. Anyway, suddenly I felt very tired. Funny I used to be an insomniac. A few sessions with robustness incured me with that.

Anyway, suddenly I felt tired, and when I woke up it was dark outside the fire had gone out. What shook me was that according to the notes in my lap, I'd gone on rehearsing my speech for about 20 minutes after I'd fallen asleep. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Well, that's robust spear secret. Everybody else is exhausted and he isn't. He catnaps during his own speeches. Nobody else. Nobody else dares to sleep when Robespierce speaks. No. We're going to be betrayed. It's as well to be awake at the moment it happens. At least you know what hit you. And now there's nobody left to stop him. God, what sort of a country does he want? Sorry, I'm just a soldier. You were more than that. No, not really.

You're the rest of you. Well, a man who actually started the revolution who instigated the attack on the Bastille. The man who framed the Constitution. But we're still all supposed to be working towards. And poor father, Rob. Well, he looked the Republican calendar to me. Yeah. And you. The man who was France. When we're all dead, who's going to stop it? He'll stop himself. As he's saying, he is the people. The people will stop him. Don't worry, his head will be the next in the Bastille. The reign of virtue. Virtue is the natural quality of the people. A fine definition. Yes.

You've heard nothing more about reactions. No. There would have been reactions of the trial had gone its full course. It was Donald's voice that was the danger. Keep the neckline clean. He had to be stopped. It was impossible for the trial to continue. His voice carried right across the river. He was used to shouting. Shouting, not reasoning. I didn't believe it myself at first. When they told me that his voice could be heard not just in the corridors of the hall, but actually across the river. But then I went to see for myself. It was very dangerous. Who was listening? I was quite a crowd there, but when they saw me, most of them dispersed. Not too much powder on the wig. Yesterday when I went out into the street and blew all over the place. People still don't realize that a man who was a hero two years ago

has now become the greatest traitor in the country. It all sounds very attractive down to our policy. Clemency for the prisoners. But that means that men who might be our enemies will escape. An amnesty for the deputies we expelled. Of course they started the revolution. But they have been left behind. Now they are the enemies of the revolution. Introduce the Constitution, certainly, but not yet. We are still in danger. Peace. We'd all like peace. But we must not have peace until the revolution is safe. Freedom of trade so that fabricated glanting can make some more money on the side. What does that remark you heard Camille de Moulin say? I didn't actually hear him say it, but it was reliably reported. He said that he was sure that there was a great deal of poverty about but that he himself had never found it so easy to make money.

Yes, I think when history realizes he said that. It will understand why he had to die. What was worse, he said it as a joke. Listen to this. Do you think this puts it well? If the basis of government in the time of peace is virtue, the basis in time of revolution is virtue plus terror. Without virtue, terror is disastrous. Without terror, virtue is powerless. Exactly right. I shall have it printed. What we have to teach the people is that the terror is justified. In fact, it's inevitable. Because without the terror, the revolution will become static. Indeed, we must intensify the terror to give the revolution a new momentum. The people's vision was becoming clouded because the courts of law were developing into debating chambers. Each side anxious not to secure justice but to win. Or we saw that with downtown.

He wasn't appealing to the court. He was appealing to the mob outside. As Russo proved, the ideal man is latent in every man. Therefore, the ideal society is latent in every society. So when society accuses a man of a crime against itself, it's irrelevant whether or not he's allowed to defend himself. The mere fact that society accused him in the first place is evidence of his guilt. If he were not guilty, he would have nothing to fear from the court. Which is simply society acting as law. I think the people are beginning to understand that there have been no demonstration for downtown. They're beginning to realize that personal feelings must be subjugated. Downtown was a school friend of mine. I wrote to him a year ago, I shall love you until I die. And I shall. But now he's become an obstacle in the course of revolution. He preaches moderation in a world of absolutes.

The tumble will pass just outside your house. Then look alright. Bye. Miss Alson was a good craftsman. He's the best execution we have. He sure of a work to sometimes makes a mess of getting the haircut properly. How will he hack Lucille's? He won't. I've a lock of a hair in here. If they'd take me first and my hands are tied. Promise me you'll put this locket in my hands. Promise me, yes. She gave it me on the day we became engaged. I know what they say. And all the others, alright. A family was rich and I was hungry. It was her dowry that set me up. That's true.

But we love each other so much. You couldn't expect A there to understand that. Robespierre doubt if he's ever had a woman in his life. You don't understand either. No. The only reason I'm afraid of dying is what'll happen to her and to my son. Nothing will happen to them, man. When she went to ask her parents permission, so little to offer then, she was so beautiful. If you just saw her for a moment you'd have to fall in love with her. And I waited and I waited. I tried to read anything to take my mind off what was happening in the next room. I couldn't believe that I'd be so fortunate. For eight years I've loved Lucille but I... No man is entitled to find so much happiness on this earth. It's almost blasphemy to find heaven before you die. Her eyes were filled with tears of happiness. I've never seen anything so beautiful.

What will happen to her? Nothing. Nothing will happen to her. To do. Do you think they'll let her receive these letters? Yes, of course they will. If I could just see her just once more. My son. It's better that she stays indoors with a friend, not in their own home. It would be safer for her. She'll act gentle. You'll want it. Who the hell do you think you're talking to? To your bloody partner. And stand to attention! You talk to me, man! To everything you are! And that's more like it. How would you want? It's... It's got no decree, sir.

He wishes to read your sentence to you, sir. Does he? Yes, sir. What are you standing there for? Let me turn it. Come on. There's Christmas dance on, sir. We know each other. I didn't expect it to you, though, George. I thought I ought to come. You mean Robus Beath ought you ought to come? Let's get on with it. You are Jacques Danton of Commercial Square Paris. Well? I am indeed Danton. Very shortly I shall not believe anywhere, but you'll find my name in Valhalla.

I shall now read the indictment. Can't you summarize it? I have an engagement, you see. There are several sections to the indictment. The first charges you with having supported Humorier, who proved to be an enemy of France, and deserted to the enemy. And charges that you were involved in his plans to march on Paris over the Republic and restore the monarchy. But as the coward who dares say this to my face, one witness, just one witness. Why not here to make speeches? You are here to listen to the indictment? You think seriously, hand on heart. George, that I am a conspirator. I see he smiled. He smiled, get Robus Beath to put that out in this journal. Will you be quiet and listen to the indictment? The indictment? Don't think the idea is ludicrous, don't you? Sir, tell the guard commander to be ready. I may order this prisoner to be bound and gag while I read the indictment. Sir! You've got to the bit about my restoring the monarchy all the more poignant, because I was the man most responsible for overthrowing it. You are further charged, that on various occasions you received some of money from Virgo and the Count of Olyon. Not at all, Chestnut.

Thereby selling yourself to the Count of Revolutionary Force. Selling myself! Selling myself! A man such as I has no price, as he is yours. I have been very patient with you. One witness that anything I have ever done in my life was affected by the fact that very stupid people would think it a good investment to give me money. One witness, come on. You are yourself reported as saying that a revolution is like a war on, that it follows that the spoils should be divided among the victors. What's that got to do with it? I feel suggesting that the aristocrats should be given back all their property. I wouldn't have had Robespierre here. You say that. That is no answer to the charge. No, I control myself with the fact that my standard of living has cost this country a hell of a lot less than the incorruptibility of Robespierre. This attitude isn't helping you. If you were innocent, you'd remain calm. Calm, you expect me to be calm? I'm accused by God knows what without any witnesses. I'm not even allowed to call witnesses at my own trial. I'm not even allowed to speak at my own trial. This one just makes off with all the so-called bloody evidence that he can before the jury is retired. And you expect me to be calm. You spoke enough at your trial? Enough I hadn't even started. Then they declared my defense closed.

You were plotting a revolt of the prisoners. Not even you believe that. We had evidence. Evidence. You were making a fast of your trial. Believe you me if I'd had two hours more to have torn this whole bloody stinking Ted and me down with my own bare hands. Yeah! Now you admit you were trying to overthrow the Republic? No, I wanted to save it. You will save it with your death. Well, if I believed that, I'd sacrifice my life at any time. The old frowns was like a beautiful, or ramish-hackled building rotten with woodworm. It had gone beyond the point where we could continue plopping it up, replacing bits here and there as it felt a piece. It had to come down. All of it. And the main beam of that building was the king. And the man who was responsible for telling that main support away was down. We are left here to discuss what happened. No, no, no, no. Let us talk. After all, your voice can't carry far from here. I doubt if whatever I'd say would make any difference to you anyway. No, you're right. You tore down the monarchy.

You tore down the government that stretched back to the days of Rome. But you had nothing to put in its place. You had no philosophy, no ideals. Except woolly words like liberty and equality. You simply unleashed the mob, the screaming women of Paris who tore living men apart and ate the pieces in the streets. I used the mob, it was the only weapon the revolution had. Of course. But now that the ramshackle France is crashing all around us, you're saying stop. Let's keep the best bits. Let's see if there isn't something here worth preserving. I just think enough blood has been shed, you see. Sure, that's all. The people. Not the mob, but those who can still think. For them, you are the greatest hero in France. Yes, they know I die for them because I love them. Ah. But when they see you hesitating in your demolition, they hesitate too. Now you must retire. And that others continue to burn out the rotten filth from the ruins. Then we can build again. You'll have nothing left to build with. You say you love the people.

But you once said that public opinion is a whore. Now, how do you know what I said? Rob spare, tell me. Rob spare, that bloody little gossip. But is that the remark of a man who loves the people? Of course that is. You can love the people and understand them, can't you? The people will learn by your death that they cannot stop halfway. A half way to what? The promised land. Ha, ha, ha. How will we be going to recognize this place when we get to them? It's all we have at the moment is tera, motera, blood by the bucket, blood by the gallon. One after one, one by one, the men who created the revolution. God, you'll ever subsurge, they're of eunuchs. This is not what they will stand for. This is not what they give their lives for at the frontier. They will not stand for it. They did not head on the Bastille in order to build up the bloody guillotine. They did not do that. You do not like that. I'll have you banged. God, you're going to have me executed. The people for whom you're the self-appointed spokesman. Surely you'll admit they're not so stupid as to allow their own interests to be destroyed.

Of course they're not. Then, if you're taken out this evening in the tumbreh, if you mean when. Well, I don't know. I haven't heard the sentence of the court yet. If you happen to, you crave for each meeting. Oh, I thought you wrote it. Of course not. But if, as you believe, you are still the spokesman of the people, you have nothing to fear. Surely they will save their leader. No, I am too close to them now, too safely. You seem to have a very low opinion of the people. I love them. It must be a very one-sided love if they're not prepared to raise a finger to help you. Well, you would never understand you never would you? The people love Robespierre. I don't be absurd. You can't love a creature like Robespierre. The people fear him. They may respect him, which is narrow of judgment on their parts. But you can't love an obsession made flesh like Robespierre. They love him like they love God. Something different from themselves. If you as you admit I like them only, bigger. Robespierre is above them. He represents not their desires, but their ideals. He only has to look through his eyeglasses at the assembly and they fall silent. Yes, because they're rabbits, terrified of them. No, because he makes them conscious of their own inadequacies. He makes them conscious of their necks.

That too. With great respect, sir. I have to read many other indictments and sentences this afternoon. Yes, yes, of course. Believe me, the last service you can do for France is to die for him. Then France is being well served there, isn't she? We will continue this conversation later. In heaven? Possibly. Well, I don't believe in heaven. It sounds so tedious. Since and simpletons, pure in mind, pure in heart, all at cross purposes for eternity. I believe in Valhalla. It's you shortly, Georges. My God, what a mess. If only I could leave my legs to couton, my balls to Robespierre, there'd still be some hope for France.

Well, let's get on with the indictment now. It is further charged that you, in association with others, were responsible. And so on and so on and so on. Is there any truth in it? Is that? Well, it depends what you call truth, doesn't it? Yes, of course, I'd take money. I'd have taken it from anyone full enough to give it to me. I didn't have an income of my own. I had no money of my own. I liked the things money can buy. But it never made any difference to what I did. And the other things? Well, most of it was lunatic. Why anybody should think I'd take the trouble over through the monarchy in order to restore it again? Must be mad. Well, I was a bit shaken by solid of things. The cropped up of the trial. But why are you looking at me? So far, but it has sticky fingers. Yes, but you, you. As they find it out in the trial, there is God knows how much money I can't account for. I don't happen to have the mind of a vent. Now, but there was some evidence. I'm not suggesting that I was trying to control an evolution. There was a civil war going on.

France was fighting every major power in Europe. You expect me to produce a bloody balance sheet without none on my plate? Of course. Of course, I take every penny of it with my hands on, and I spend it on France. Am I supposed to count for it all? I tend to blow in an enemy general. So much, I tend to spy so much. You can either have a revolution on a balance sheet who can't have both. Anton, it's just that the I can't go. Oh, God. I know the I.D. Zothler could all need no two ways about it and simple. But people aren't like that, you see. Nobody is. Except perhaps Robespierre and Saint-Jouist. Best of men, you know what it is like. You know what it is like with the army. Ideals, there no substitute for ammunition, officers, arms, food. Who are you then? Anton, keep your head down. I'm sorry, sir. I didn't recognize you in the dark. We wasn't expecting anybody except bloody Austrian. My company, are you? Company? We're the fourth battalion, sir.

Where's your battalion headquarters now? Near. We're all left to be. Are there any reinforcements coming, sir? Only to be nearly out of ammunition. All the officers is dead. Also rendered. We should have been relieved three days ago. Are they coming, sir? I know, don't ask me ask the Minister for War. Have a sugar daddy's through, sir. Have you seen Fabrik Degronteen? We haven't seen nobody, not since yesterday morning. Thanks, sir. Oh, this is bloody ridiculous. According to regimental headquarters, there isn't an Austrian within half a mile of year. There's a little wood just over there, sir. Of course you can't see it at night. There's Austrian's there, all right? Yeah, I know they took a shot at me. Listen, what's Fabrik should be here? We're supposed to meet his to take a message back to Paris for me. We haven't seen nobody. To be honest, sir. We was thinking to use you not for our ammunition and chucking it in. I don't blame you. Listen, I've got to get this message back. I think you'll write it. Yes, I'll write it, sir, but I can't walk too good. All right. I can take the message back, sir. Right.

Sergeant, do you write the message? You take it back to do regimental headquarters. I'll give you a cover note. You ready? Yes, sir. Right. Paragraph. To the executive council of ministers from Georgia, Anton, 14th of February, 1793, Paragraph. I have to report that despite general demoria successes and Belgium against overwhelming odds, the army has been reduced to an exhausted, starving, ill-equipped rabble. Demoria was promised 30,000 men as reinforcements and replacements for his armies. Not one man so far has reached him. Am I going to Varsvia? That's all right, sir. I'll enjoy in this. Uh-huh. For several weeks, his communications to Paris have been completely ignored. The troops are without warm clothing and the severe winter. All are desperately short of arms and ammunition.

Most of them are without boots. Are you going to Varsvia? Paragraph. Will you do any good? The better when I left Paris, the ministry for war was like a bloody brothel, 400 tucks, and a whole lot of whores. But I paid that lot of bills for the last thing. Anton, there, hang here. Where have you been? Don't be afraid of that. I thought you were the enemy. I'm friendly here in the short here. George, there was a message for you tomorrow night. I'm going to report to the leader. Later, I'm dictating a message. It's a personal message. I'm going to find something, Brigadier. You could take it back from there. Where was I? Short of both arms and ammunition, sir. Then you wanted a new paragraph. Right, go on. It has been reported to Maria that the minister for war has handed over the arms intended for the armies and Belgium to the Paris commune, gone. He's been reported to have said, quote, patriots at home need arms to unquote.

If this is indeed true, and the armies in Belgium are now to be left defenseless, so that the Paris mob can be armed for some internal partisan quarrel, then the government must be prepared for the collapse of the army, the invasion of the country, and the overthrow of the republic, right? Yes, Sergeant, write it out neatly and I'll sign it. Nice, thank you. George, it's about Gabrielle. Yes, I know she's ill. She's all the sort of men she's pregnant. Listen, I'm going to write a separate report on the behavior of civilian administrators here. I think the more you said it, but as much as you can take. Your wife drops for work and does liberators than the long came for civilians. Churches of Rance Act, women of rape, they still have a bloody thing they can lay their hands on. I think the more you're breaking point of religion. Listen to me, your wife is very ill. You'll tell me. She's dying. A Gabrielle. Gabrielle.

Gabrielle. Gabrielle. Gabrielle. Gabrielle. Gabrielle! Gabrielle! Gabrielle! Gabrielle. Gabrielle. Gabrielle, what has she done with Gabrielle? What are you doing? We're here all pictures. What is she? What are you doing? What are you doing? We'll sit still. But we're very dear of boys. We're lying down, get your line to me! Open the coffin. I'm dantal. When I give you an order you will be me. Open the coffin. Oh my God, please. Oh my God, please.

Anyway, that was when I failed. Doesn't failure be human? Oh. Well, yes. That's when I failed, though. I didn't ask to be given power. I ceased it. I had France and my hands like a newborn calf. I had the power of a tyrant of a god, didn't I? The revolution lived or died by what I did. Or whether the armies flamed across Europe or threw away their guns, it was my decision, wasn't it? Or whether the peasants, staffed as they had done for a generational lift like princes, it was up to me. Or whether the aristocrats crept out of their holes and slided back to power, or whether the madness that lies below the rage of the people, whether that turned France into a nation of vampires to be spread out for the rest of the human race, it was my decision.

I had to hold the balance. France was squirming and my hands wasn't it? I needed the strength of God, and I only had the strength of a man. And now just because for a moment I was tired, no man could have done more. Anyway, now it's the age of maggots, filthy little white, crawling things. Now people can no longer stand and demand justice. They have to beg for it, you see. Soon the revolution will be safe.

Yes. It seems right that the last traces of the ancient regime should disappear with the sunset. With the new day, the reign of virtue. And at last the people will understand. That man is still selling his leaflet. What leaflet? I thought you knew. He was in the ruse and on twan when I was coming to see you. One of the people who had bought the leaflet from him handed it to me. I got his name as well as the name of the man who was selling it. What does it say? It's just dogaro. When downtown Demoulin de Granteen were ferried over to the world and seen, the boatmen, Sharon, when the boat was underway, tried to hand them back the change from the toll they had to pay. Keep it, cried downtown, it will help to pay the fare for Couton, San Just and Rob Speer.

There is still far too much of this sort of thing. I must be patient. I tell myself every day that I am building for eternity. So I must not be impatient when the people cannot see what I can see. But how can they be so blind? How can they still respect a man like downtown? With his grossness and his vulgarity and his filthy jokes and his appetites. That booming voice of his always shouting, never thinking. I tell you I put up with a great deal from that man. I've endured his caustonous, but I never attacked him. I never humiliated him the way he humiliated me. And not just in private in front of everybody. He's an animal, not a man. Food and women and drink, just like an animal.

And the people loved him for it. But it is his head that will fall into the basket. Yes, in the end, virtue will win. One by one, we have removed the enemies of virtue. In time, the people will understand. We are right. Because we are working not for ourselves, but for an ideal. We've had France in our hands and have taken nothing for ourselves. I live exactly as I used to live when I was still a young lawyer. The same rules. The same food, everything. You know, as long as I do, the number of women who approach me. But I've never taken advantage of one of them. Downtown loves violence. He's never happier than when he was with the army. But I hate violence. It is a means to an end. The only means we can use. I'm physically sick at the sight of violence. But I realize I must ignore this. Every drop of blood spilled, I feel like vomiting. But I know what has to be done.

I feel that isn't important. And the people, do they think I enjoy sending people to the guillotine? Not just downtown. But come in, my friends. But it is because of that. Because the people realize that you will do what is right. However much it costs you, that they have given you power. Nobody there. This is my house. You're no right, bright. You talk of rights. I'm warning you. I'll call the police. You know as well as I do, he never sees anybody. Please, please help me. I only want to talk to him. He can't really mean to kill, can you? Please help me. Let me go up and see him. I promise I won't do anything. I'll try to be quick. But I must see him. I'm sure if he understood he'd do something. But refusing to allow myself to be swayed by... Let's go see them.

Let the door. Max, Max, are you there? Please, Max, it's Lucille. Please let me in. I don't understand. I never wanted to harm you. I know he's young and irresponsible. But he loves you, Max. Really, he loves you. Often he's talked about how he admires you. Well, he's writing. Well, except that one article, he did it to support you. He's always wanted the same things that you wanted, everything he's done.

He only did it because he thought it was the right thing to do. It won't do any good. Max, please, please listen to me. Camille is your best friend. He's always tried to help you. He believes in you, Max. He trusts you. This is proof of what I submitted at the trial. She is part of a conspiracy to free the prisoners. Yes? Camille has a great deal of charm. No one can deny that. But you can tell what sort of a man he really is. From that satire he wrote of my poem. I've done a great deal for him. I know. When you wrote that article attacking me, I lent over backwards to be merciful. I did everything I could to save him from his overfollowing. In front of everybody I said, even though he had written it, even though it was libelous, even though he said not just hinted but said openly. But I was imprisoning and indeed guillotening innocent people. Even then, because he was my friend, I was merciful.

I remember. I think your action was the noblest gesture I have ever seen. I said, I risked humiliation saying it. I said that because it was coming, all that was necessary was that the article should be publicly burned. And he dared to stand up and say, to burn is not to reply. He had the audacity to throw the immortal words of Jean-Jacques Rousseau. That means, Cuba is the unforgivable sin of pride. It was only then I decided he had to die. You only did what you asked him to. He attacked a bell because you asked him to. And Anton, even attacked Anton because you asked him to. I can't hear you. He loves Anton Max. But when you asked him to he wrote him and destroyed him, it doesn't have to prove how much he respects you. Doesn't it? Max, please, please let me in. Yesterday Lucille de Moulin was outside the gates of the prison with her baby.

She said it was so Camille might have a last glimpse of the child, but obviously it was all part of this conspiracy to free Camille and Anton, the other traitors. I'm very fond of that child of theirs. I've always liked children. But he was the only one I ever really had a chance to get to know. I believe the children should be taken from their parents at an early age and brought up by the state. The whole idea of family life is sentimental, contemptible fiction. Still, I like that baby. It'll be another burden I have to bear not seeing him again. You are going to save him. He's like a rat. I wish he'd go away. You can't get it now, Max. Give him a chance. Please. Max, this is Lucille. You must listen to me. Open the door and listen to me. What else do you want him to do, Max?

What else is he supposed to do to prove his your friend? You tacked Anton. What else is he supposed to do? You can't get him, are you mad? You're the only friend you've got. What are you doing all day? You're single blood, you're a mad. Now she has to die too. Come on. You wouldn't want it to come out now, would you? It would be dangerous for her. Come here. Yes? Execute us, Hassel. Thank you, guys. In the first timbrel, there's a correction. Tied, he killed himself last night. If you just initial the deletion, and on this copy.

Oh, sir. Thank you. Oh, otherwise, sir. You remember that fellow DCI? I said I'd only come up to Paris this week. No, I don't remember him. Too far, a dog. I said he wanted to see you. Oh, yes, there was something, but I was busy at the ministry. I didn't see him, why? Well, he kept saying he'd only come up to Paris to sell his father's house. No, I don't know about it. Well, he's right, sir. Because he's cousin, he wanted. Desier? Desier? No, what initial? No, the one yesterday was called Jules. Yes, you did. Desier Jacques Albert, confectioner. One yesterday was a farmer, sir. He was probably guilty anyway, but I'll make another entry. I was a fellow in the tombreau from the same village, sir. And luckily, there's a space here I can use. The important thing is to keep the files correct. Too true, sir. Desier.

You. I wonder when men are free to look back on all this. What bits I'll remember. Well, they'll make of it all. It was tied and what was just way. You're going to have to be the same again. We know that. At least we think we know that. No, I won't be the same. Never again will a king believe that he can do what he likes with his people just because God put him there. As we've got rid of a political superstition, but is Robespierre any better than Paul Lloyd? Little man, both of them little men. The power of reason and the power of the people are one on the same thing. I wrote that. Is it true? Well, the people will learn one day. At least now they only have themselves to blame you. Well, how are they going to control Robespierre? There's some time.

Revolution's like a dog with a rabies. Snapping at anything that moves. Snapping at itself. It must be something we all want. Whatever our difference is. Only we've been able to persuade Robespierre of that. Well, I tried. When I went to see the little you in a few months ago. I tried to make it realize that the only way to say France was to unite inside the Republic. It was like going to bed with a snake. I tried. Men like Carrier and Brittany. He's a lunatic. Raving lunatic. And 500 children driven into a field and shot. Then stripping men and women naked, tying them together and then drowning them. What he calls Republican marriages. I'd propose to try these men for their crimes if they have committed any. You know that. They should never have been entrusted with power.

But they shouldn't have power now. At Nantalong, 6,000 people drowned. Old women, children, babies. Everybody. And Leibon, Attara, sitting on his balcony with his wife watching the executions. Day after day, people chosen by. What's his phrase by their wealth and by their talents? What you seem to be implying is that the government should have acted earlier. Of course it should have. Then you are openly criticizing the government. You are willing to stop these lunatics, aren't you? Of course. If they have committed any crimes. But you must realize the difference between means and ends. Some of these men have perhaps overstepped their authority. Their means have been suspects. Suspect. And in an atmosphere of calm, self-criticism, we will assess them. But we must not prejudge their achievements. For God's sake, day after day, people chosen. Executed. The innocent from the guilty. And I'm not saying that the administrators are not inspired

by your idea of virtue. Well, I'm trying to say that in some slip shot, bureaucratic chaos nobody is bothering. Nobody has time to sort out the innocent from the guilty before they're executed. That's all, man. And who told you that a single innocent person has perished? Oh, Max. Are you saying that not one innocent person has been executed? I am saying that if they have been tried by society and found guilty, that means logically that they are guilty. That is the definition of proof of guilt. Listen, at this moment, while we're talking, there are 73 members of parliament under arrest. You know them as well as I do. Every one of them is among those who created the revolution. Release them. They risk their lives for liberty? Go and give it to them. The only way to establish liberty is to cut off the heads of criminals like them. They are friends and men. Well. You cannot come in by tenor! Tenor is not a substitute for trust,

for you say that. God, if the people don't trust you, if they don't love the country that we are trying to make for them, if all you have to offer them is words, words, words, words of the guilty for anyone who dares to ask why. They not only destroy you, they'll destroy everything we've tried to do since we tore down the Bastille. Obviously, I'm sad. I think you should go away and think carefully about your position. Oh, I know my position, Max, I know it. Your theatrical gestures are only making you look ridiculous. Let's try to forget where we differ. Let's just look at what we think is important. Let's look at nothing else but our country and what it needs. I have never been accused of acting in any other interest. Well, I believe that our first job is to restore the respect of Europe, regain it. When we overthrew the old order, every liberal in Europe held us now four years later they hate us. Once we are respected outside France,

then the Republic will be loved inside France, by men who are now its enemies, whom we have to punish. The off-principles and your morals, nobody would find any enemies to punish. You'd regret that, wouldn't you? You really would regret not having any enemies to find a punish. Listen, this isn't doing anybody any good at all. It doesn't matter what we've disagreed about in the past. We both want the same things, we both want France to be strong and free. We both believe that what a bear stands for must be destroyed. Come on, let's put all these resentments behind us. Let's judge men by what they do, not by what we think their motives are. He, now come on. Even then I didn't realise you see. I didn't realise that he'd bracketed me with a bear.

I assumed a bear was one side of the fence and I was the other. I wanted to stop the terror, stop the massacres, make the people free. A bear wanted the terror to go on, the slaughtered to go on, terrorised the people forever. So as far as I was concerned, he was the opposite pole of me. What I didn't realise was that it was Fathers, Robespier was concerned, we were both enemies. Neither of us believed in virtue, the sin for which there is no absolution. I didn't believe in virtue because I thought it was funny. I didn't believe in it because he was evil. I never understood why you didn't stop him. Well, when we were fighting on the frontiers, perhaps if we didn't hear everything that was going on, maybe you'd try. But we all got the impression that you never really fought Robespierre. Like trying to fight a father of his time. It's Robespierre who should be here. You were 14 earlier, you were too demanding his head.

I thought enough heads had fallen man. We were in the army, we felt there were enough enemies to fight because without fighting each other. Everybody knew what Robespierre was trying to do. No, nobody knew. All right, people tried to warn me. Where was the proof? We are the proof here now. Yes, here now, here now, we can see a pattern. But Robespierre's like a deathmatch beetle, just a slight clicking sound and then all of a sudden everything falls down in here. I'm too blame. He could never have attacked you if I hadn't helped him. No, you say that. You're going to get him, come here. Fight him. I don't understand. I said you were going to bring somebody else. Did you understand? You say, I didn't realize when it was all leading. Nobody knew. When I attacked Heybearre, I had no idea Robespierre would go on to attack you. No, no. It was my fault. It was tired. You know, it was too tired to fight him. That's why I went back to my farm.

The harvest was in the land was fresh and clean. Chris? That's when I came back to these innuendos, whispers. That's why I made my mistake, you see. Was I going to let people lie behind my back? Oh no, I would challenge them in public. That's just what Robespierre was waiting for. And who says I am no longer a truly republican? Have I changed? Does that what you think? I mean no longer the man you swore to follow, to hell if I demand it, I will. What are these charges? What does anyone here dare accuse me of? Because I defy anyone, I defy anyone to prove one of these so-called accusations against me. And if I envy, I defy melless to produce one title of evidence that I have ever ever been anyone but the man I am. A man who loves France, a man who loves the people of France, and a man who is dying for them and for their liberty. Mr. Chairman?

Mr. Chairman, fellow members, I would like to support Danton. If Danton demands an investigation into his conduct and believes it will help him, surely it is only just that we have such an investigation. I for one feel it is only fair to comply with this request. If Danton wishes the crimes with which he has been charged to be brought out into the open to be specified, I feel it is our duty to listen to them. I shall now try to enumerate them. Danton, there are many accusations, but I am sure that you have an answer ready for them. And I am here to defend you. It has been suggested that when you went to Switzerland you went laden with the spoils of your corruption.

It has been said, but I am sure that you have an explanation for this, that you left much of this money, which is after all the people's money, not yours, in Switzerland, ready for you and your family when you abandoned the revolution. But I am sure Danton that you have an answer ready for this. Some people even say that you were leading a conspiracy to restore the dofa and to make him look at the 17th. They say that an agreement had been reached between you and the royalists that you were to be regent until the dofa reached an age to govern. I can well see how such an idea might appeal to any man. Particularly if later you were able to retire to Switzerland where so much of the people's money was waiting in your name. No, I am here to defend Danton. I am here to help him define the accusations made against him, for I am sure that he has an answer ready for each and every one of them.

The charge that he is involved in the swindle over the East India Company at first sight one might suppose that he would be after all his friends like Fabre de Glanty who are most deeply implicated but of course he would have an answer. I may be wrong about Danton, but I have seen him not just in his political life, but surrounded by his family. And I assure you, when he is surrounded by his family, his behaviour would serve as an example for his all. I may be wrong. My friendship for him may have led me to false conclusions, but he has always had an answer ready for every charge that has ever been thrown against him. Admittedly he seemed unwilling to denounce Briso when he became clear what his true policies were. It is also true that he seemed not a suspect his friend Dumurie who abandoned the armies of which he was the leader and deserted to the Austrians. I admit I warned him about these men, but who might have said that these events for which I am sure he has an explanation?

Who might have said that they prove that he has betrayed his country? He has always seemed to be serving it most zealously. I do not wish to take up your time listing all the accusations against Danton. For I am sure that when he is called upon to answer them, however many there are, however strong they seem, he will have answers. I say Danton is right. He wishes to be put on trial. Let me be put on trial too. Let us do what Danton wants. Let all those people who have anything to say against Danton now come forward. Let us hear these accusations and let us hear the explanations he will give us. Let us judge him for it is Danton who asks to be tried. And as his friend I urge you to grant his wish and to let the people know these accusations and to hear the answers that he will have ready for them. And then and only then to decide who are the guilty men and what their fate must be. All right. On your feet.

Time. Yes, Chef? I am not going. You can't make me. Hold on, sir. I'll show you Danton's soul for real, sir. Hope you don't mind. Any beside me works, sir. I demand a retry. I wasn't allowed to speak to him. This isn't just this one entitled to be heard. Do you know who I am? You can't speak to me like this. I agree. I agree. I agree. I agree. I agree. Now you said yourself. You said yourself that the people won't let us die. It's all right. If you're right. There's nothing to worry about. Sir, for God's sake, behave like a man. Come on. Crowd outside. Yes, sir. So, well-faces, usual, sir. Any signs of trouble?

No, sir. I'm sorry. I always know I died on the front here. The least one knew where the enemy was. The rest of us all are allowed to make treasurable speeches. Yes, quite right. Why didn't you report him? Stop the execution and have him retry again. I've been as serious as I was 16. About seven wounds in the front. There was never stabbed in the back until now. I've two brothers who served under you, sir. Oh, I regiment. 107th, both whom sir. Me too, I was with the mob on the 10th of August. Good Republican family. Sir. On the 10th of August, when we drive the King out of the palace, you step forward. You spoke the Swiss code. Yeah? Awesome. Well, the point was that the King was here, here with the panace walled near outside of the mob. We had to get the King outside. He was the only way. Well, with all due respect, the mob wasn't much of an army. They had no discipline of any few weapons.

And inside were 1500 Swiss guards, the best fighting troops in Europe. Well, as I say, the mob may have been a bit unreliable, but there were a lot of them. They could look pretty frightening from a distance, anyway. So as I spoke German, I thought I'd try and talk the Swiss into coming out. If we were through, what they insisted on obeying their orders, pity. We took the palace in the end, of course. Costs several hundred lives. It was the greatest moment of my life, I said. Yeah, you have the troops in the palace that fought like the Swiss did. We wouldn't have stood a chance. As it was, there were walls here and here and all around here which stopped the Swiss from deploying. Otherwise, we'd never have done it. Finish? Yes, thank you, sir. Thank you. All right, you.

You're free. Can I just finish this? What's that? Letter to my wife. Prison's on a lot of right letters. Have I asked me to have it, man? I was the man who made up the law in which we'd been arrested. Yes. And it says nothing about writing letters. That could be a treasonable message. For a moment I have been sleeping and heaven has pity on me, for in sleep when it's free. I saw you in a dream and how did you win my arms, and you and our little son who had come to visit us. Our son had lost an eye, and my unhappiness awoke me. I have tried to be a good husband and a good son. I think I would have been a good father. Who might have been loved at Lucille, I was born to write poetry to defend the helpless, to make you happy. Yes, I suppose that is treason, though, upstairs. Let him finish. That is her first. Don't be too long, sir.

I'll do it. I'll do my right to defend myself. How many of us are there today? Two zombies, sir, fifteen, all you lot will be in the last. Together. I shall imagine so, yes, sir. Show me the answer. Sir, sir. I have... I don't know what it means anything to you, gentlemen, or not, sir, but sir, last two days, I've noticed someone in the crowd. I haven't seen anything, you know, it's more my job's worth. But, sir, everyone else is watching the execution. I'm looking over their heads, and I... I know it's his hand comes up and they crowd. Give me the absolutely, sir. Thank you, all, tell them. Thank you. I'm sending an official, we understand. No, no, no, of course. You know, I know it's important to some people, sir, if they might ask an official. I don't know it is. Just this hand comes up. Give me the absolutely, sir. Thank you, sir. Yes. I knew it.

How'd you see I knew? We're impure, you know, that's it. There's been no proper trial, there's been no justice, there's the whole thing. I'm not... Please, bloody ass, still. I'll certainly try to dive with dignity. Sanson. Huh? The order arranged, the other side. Yes, sir. What is it? What are we going to censor the theatre, sir? You lot are lost. Just over there, that's where I had my first digs

when I moved to Paris. How long ago was that? Five years ago. Well, we can't complain. We've achieved more than five years than most people do in a hundred. Sanson. Yes. This is for the sentimental journey for me. For my old horse. It's over there, it's coming up. And there. That's what I called it, Gabriel. The father owned it. He was sitting on a high stool in front of the cashews desk. And all the done-and-out young liars in Paris, like me, used to hum around her like... flyers round her down here. She was all woman. She's my Gabriel. My Gabriel. My Gabriel.

Anyway, I'd never have got started if it hadn't been for her. Dari. When my family came to Paris for the wedding, they kept going down our rooms and catching everything, fingering everything in there. I had an old arm. Oh, she put much of us. It's real the unit. Real unit. How different everything would have been if she'd met at somebody else. Trans might still be monarchy. Nice. We might not be here, though. That's a point. Would you have wanted it any differently? My God! What a time to have been alive. They won't rest for us now, all that. No, nothing chance. Hey, we're coming up to Rob's face, Flapp. Sassong, is it love to sing? Zengsa! Yes, sing.

I don't know. Never anybody want to sing before, sir. Good. So long as it's not specifically for the villain. Best of men. Oh, who's this little man? The people fear. Rob's fear. Rob's fear. Rob's fear. This very little man. Who is the reason? Who are you? Rob's fear. Rob's fear. Rob's fear. Rob's fear. Who has neither guts nor brains? Who has water in his veins? Rob's fear. Rob's fear. Rob's fear. Rob's fear. Who denies his people bread? Who will shortly lose his head? Rob's fear. Rob's fear. Rob's fear. Rob's fear. You're not playing the fun. Oh, you're not playing the fun. Rob's fear. Rob's fear. Rob's fear. Rob's fear. You see what they're doing?

Save us. Don't let them kill us. Shut up. You see the shut off. Shut off. Shut off. Shut off. I should have barred your land, sir. Try not to show any face. Don't be ridiculous. People. They've lied to you. Where your servants don't turn anyone away. Keep the rubbed on them. Barred out. Come here. There's no shit there. There's no rubbed on them. Leave them alone. They want to help you now. Shut up. Don't drag them away. Don't drag them away. Don't smash them. Don't drag them away. Don't burn the leaders of France.

Good. You were right. If Christ were the next to go, they wouldn't have to finger. No, you mustn't blame them. Now they're junked with blood. They'll be sick of it soon. We'll find days tomorrow, lovely day. They've ordered them on the farm to sow these spring wheat and they get a few movements like this. Oh, God. Blood. They're sick of it. That has to. When, soon. You can confuse the people with an idea for just so long. They'll say we suffered this for liberty. We have no liberty. They say we suffered it for food. It's still hungry. For justice. And every day we see a slaughter when there has been no time. But one day they'll turn my God.

They will, and then it will be Robespierre who stands here where we are now. Robespierre sans juste coupons. Ukraine. And Robespierre will turn that look of his upon them, glaring through those affected little glasses of his and nobody will be afraid anymore. The sans just will descend once again from Mount Sinai with the authented gospel of virtue and will be so surprised when nobody pays any bloody attention at all. I've got a niche. I must have picked something up in the jail. With my pigs I used to cut up a tree stump, cut it up rough for them to scratch themselves again. Otherwise they kept knocking their fences down. I like pigs. They look so bloody funny when they're mating. So do human beings when you think of it?

That's what I'm really going to miss is the sheer... ...blown... ...farts of life. And power. Now and at time. I'm leaving everything in the hell of a mess, aren't I? It's better to be a half-starved fisherman than try to govern people. And the whole business is a comedy. If Avery was right, remember Fauré. Between the giving and the taking of snuff, there is a comedy. You know what they're performing tonight at the opera, don't you? The 10th of August. Play all about us. And this mob that's come to watch us have our heads chopped off tonight that very mob will... ...go and watch and cheer actors pretending to be us. Acting out to all the things that we did. Tonight's where I hear those again! Not even Fauré could afford a horse like that could you?

That's your share. That was our sir. I was going to get finished for his downplay. It's going to be a good fight. What have you done, sir? Never stop our heads meeting in the basket. Better less than that. Move! Move! Fight while we're happy! Come here, Jim!

Oh, wait a minute, man! Show them my hand! It'd be well worth it, man! Oh, wait a minute, man! Oh, wait a minute, man!

Oh, wait a minute, man! Oh, wait a minute!