One Nation, One King (Un peuple et son roi)

On Maundy Thursday, the King washed poor children's feet...

He washed his disciples' feet

and dried them with the cloth at his waist.

The Lord did not come to be served,

but to serve.

Follow this my example.

...and dried them with the cloth at his waist.

The Lord did not come to be served, but to serve.

Soon, I'll have clogs.

ONE NATION, ONE KING

A PERFUME OF LIBERTY

JULY 14TH

Murderer!

Make way!

May he rest in peace.

His first name?

Fight, if you have to,

with pikes,

rifles, cannons, hammers...

Fight to defend yourselves.

It's no crime.

What did you free?

Seven wretches, a madman, four forgers and a chicken thief.

To hell with the prisoners!

We took the powder! 300 barrels!

For our rifles.

Clémence!

Are you mad?

See to your buckets.

We need water.

Toussaint Grossaire.

Make way for Little Prosper.

Water comes, fortune too.

Margot.

Françoise, see to your daughter.

Paris will resist the King's troops.

Paris stormed the Bastille!

I lost a brother.

I bent over him with my pocketknife.

The governor wasn't moving.

Someone jolted me and the knife plunged into his neck.

Poppycock!

You beheaded the Bastille governor.

Cook's honour, someone kicked me.

Those foul towers have chilled our blood for centuries.

True, you were magnificent.

Finally!

Magnificent like godless men.

So, Desnot here

will keep the head all night.

Know what he replied?

"Being married,

if I take his sticky head home,

there'll be a revolution with my wife."

A revolution!

- What did you do? - With the head...

The same as you.

Want to see, Clémence?

A hard head.

It's not him.

Ah, the beautiful day

For every family

We have just taken

The fortress of the Bastille

Ah, the beautiful day

The beautiful day

When the St Antoine quarter

Brought those foul towers down

And I, Reine Audu

I could say I fought too

Everything will come about in time

We'll have both salt and bread

After the thorn, the flower will bloom

And brandy

Will flow like water

Hallelujah

Blow.

Blow.

Enough.

Tonin.

Come and see!

Come and see the demolition!

The Bastille demolition.

Sunlight, at last!

Solange!

The first time I've seen the sun here.

Françoise, come and see!

The stones are falling.

Françoise!

Light! Light!

They brought down the Bastille!

The sun, here!

- Look, the Bastille is falling. - The sun feels good!

Come here!

Look, it's beautiful!

Touch the sun, make a wish.

OCTOBER

Stop!

Women of the market.

Women of the faubourgs. All of us.

Listen.

We want the King to leave Versailles

and its foul court.

We want wheat

bread and rights.

We want the King to leave Versailles

and return to Paris's walls.

Liberty will give us bread

and wings.

We want the King to leave Versailles and its foul court

Yesterday, the cockade trampled, tomorrow, a hail of bullets

We're going to Versailles

to fetch our King

We're going to Versailles

to fetch our King

We want wheat and bread Bread and rights

Let the King leave Versailles

And return to Paris's walls

Liberty will give us bread and wings

First French National Assembly

Let us speak.

This is the National Assembly.

Impose the end of speculation on flour

and give it to us.

Impose respect for the cockade.

Bread...

Bread is rare.

We're up before dawn to get any.

Bread

and good laws both give hope.

The new rights,

equality...

Listen!

That's what we want.

Please, one at a time.

We're hungry!

Who speaks for you?

Citizen Maillard.

Patriot

and vanquisher of the Bastille.

Gentlemen...

Gentlemen, Paris is suffering.

Paris is hungry.

How many sacks have arrived in the last ten days?

53.

Poppycock!

Yes, gentlemen.

Just 53 sacks and 100 bushels of wheat...

Lies!

for a starving city.

We're dying.

Dust won't make bread.

Gentlemen!

This is a manoeuvre.

We're tired!

We're hungry!

These women are manipulated

by the Duke of Orléans.

I'm no Austrian.

I'm from the market. I'm Reine Audu.

And I have a stone in my gut.

You feathered fool,

what's in your gut?

Roasts?

Guinea fowl?

This washerwoman

buried her baby six days ago.

Tell them so they know.

Mr President, must we listen to this mob?

Damnation!

Knave!

You're the mob!

Respect this setting.

We have a constitution to write.

It will save us

if the King resides in Paris.

Let him hound out the speculators and exploiters.

A king must be near his people.

Louis XVI in Paris!

The King in Paris!

Louis XVI in Paris!

Their taste for liberty will fade.

The King in Paris? Never!

His place is in Versailles.

You'll never see him in Paris.

Gentlemen.

Mr President,

let's go to the King as a delegation.

Let's inform him about this suffering.

He'll sign the September decrees.

The country waits

and hopes for them.

These women will move the King.

Let's obtain the signatures.

Margot.

They're back.

You scared me.

I waited three hours.

In the oeil-de-boeuf salon.

Then a footman took me