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TITLE: 1789 - REVOLUTION
EXT. TOWN SQUARE - DAY
It is jammed with 300 peasants and town workers. Many are
women, Monsieur Varlac, the revolutionary leader, stands
on a cart flanked by a small Revolutionary Committee. He
is muscular, bald man in his forties, wearing glasses.
Behind him, we see six severed heads, stuck on pikes.
VARLAC
Citizens, word has come from Paris
that the foul prison of the Bastille
has been captured.
(cheers)
That its Governor's head is up on a
pike.
(cheers)
All Paris is now in the hands of its
people.
(cheers)
Soon all France will be in the hands
of its people.
(cheers)
As the cheers die down, we hear the sounds of a solitary
drum and marching men. All eyes turn to the appearance of
a column of 25 French troops, led by Napoleon on a horse
and a single drummer, marching into the town square in a
column of threes.
Napoleon halts them just inside the square, and rides
forward, alone, into the huge crowd, who gives way for his
horse. He stops about 10 feet from Varlac's cart. The
man of the people stands, hands on hips, glaring at
Napoleon, who is now completely surrounded by the crowd.
Varlac and his committee converse in whispers.
VARLAC
Good day to our brothers-in-arms.
Have you come to join us?
NAPOLEON
I am looking for Monsieur George
Varlac who resides in the Rue de
Frelicot. Do you know him,
monsieur?
VARLAC
Very well, Citizen Lieutenant. You
have come to the right place, for I
am Citizen Varlac.
The crowd laughs in an ugly way.
NAPOLEON
Contrary to what you have been
telling these good people, Monsieur
Varlac, France is still in the hands
of its proper authorities, and they
have sent me here with a warrant for
your arrest. You are charged with
the murder of Monseigneur de Bouchy
and his son, and the burning of his
chateau.
Varlac whispers to several of the men standing around him.
One of them disagrees and forcefully shakes his head.
VARLAC
A revolution is not a polite
discussion in a parlor, Citizen
Lieutenant. One does not call it
murder to kill such vermin.
NAPOLEON
(speaking for the
crowd)
You may save your philosophy for the
magistrate, Monsieur Varlac. I am
only a simple officer in the army,
and to me what you have done is
called murder, and his always been
called murder by honest men.
VARLAC
Then do you propose to arrest all of
us, Citizen Lieutenant? For I was
not there alone.
NAPOLEON
No, Monsieur Varlac, my warrant is
only for you. Now, will you please
come down at once. You will be
taken back to Chalon for trial.
Varlac and his committee talk in agitated whispers.
VARLAC
Citizen Lieutenant, my advice is to
leave this town at once with your
men. We do not wish to do harm to
our brothers in uniform.
NAPOLEON
Monsieur Varlac, do not pretend to
speak for these good people whom you
have misled and inflamed with
violent speech. Now, I order you to
come down from the cart.
Another whispered conference.
VARLAC
I do not recognize the authority of
the King or any of his lackeys.
Laughter from the crowd.
VARLAC
I suggest that you leave with your
men while you can.
NAPOLEON
(drawing his pistol)
Monsieur Varlac, I will count slowly
to five, and if you have not begun
to get down from the cart by then, I
will carry out your execution, on
the spot.
Without giving Varlac time for further discussion, he
begins the count.
NAPOLEON
One... Two... Three...
Several of the committee move away from Varlac.
NAPOLEON
Four... This is your last chance,
Monsieur Varlac.
Varlac is frightened, but make an obscene gesture. The
crowd laughs nervously.
NAPOLEON
Five...
Napoleon rides up to the cart, carefully aims his
revolver and shoots Varlac in the head. His entourage
leaps to safety.
A gasp of astonishment from the stunned crowd, who stand
hypnotized.
NAPOLEON
A confessed murderer has just been
shot. Now, let all honest men
return to their homes.
FADE OUT.
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Maravillosamente escrita. Y luego decían que era mal guionista...