The duelist demands satisfaction,
Honor for him is an appetite,
This story is about an eccentric kind of hunger,
It is a true story, and begins in the year...
that Napoleon Bonaparte became ruler of France,
Gentlemen, General Treillard.
who knows Lieutenant Feraud...
7th Hussars?
I do, sir.
- You know him well? - I've once or twice come across him.
TeIl him he's confined to his quarters under close arrest.
Lieutenant Feraud has skewered the mayor's nephew...
in an affair of honor, half a minute's work.
I have spent the last two hours apoIogizing to the mayor on his behalf.
CouId you convey to Lieutenant Feraud how much I should be likely...
to enjoy that?
- I hope so, sir. - Yeah, I hope so too.
In case he feels an interest, the mayor's nephew is stilI aIive.
More or less. TeIl him I shall take pleasure...
in seeing him Iater.
I want some food! Perhaps you could rout out a crust.
I regret the interruption.
Sir.
- Is Lieutenant Feraud at home? - He's gone out.
- Gone out where? - I don't know.
My dear, this is very important. Soldier's business, of course.
He went to pay a call.
Pay a calI on whom?
I'm sure he keeps nothing from you.
Madame de Lionne.
Did he?
He has an angel at home, and off he goes paying a call on Madame de Lionne.
He must be quite bIind.
Thank you.
Madame.
I must ask you to pardon this intrusion.
I'm here on military business, which is...
a lamentable reason for invading your drawing room.
Come again this evening and plead your forgiveness.
You are most gracious.
Madame, I have orders for Lieutenant Feraud.
Please excuse us.
I have an order to convey to you from General TreiIlard.
You are to report to your quarters and remain there under close arrest.
what did you say?
I'm only a messenger. That must be obvious to you.
Have you heard my message?
Yes, damn you, I heard your message. Under arrest for what?
You did fight a dueI this morning?
0f course.
You make dueIing sound like a pastime in the Garden of Eden.
I think we ought to leave now, don't you agree?
What have I done?
was I to let some sauerkraut-eater...
wipe his boots on the uniform of the 7th Hussars?
The sauerkraut-eater's uncle happens to be the mayor of Strasbourg.
The general was obIiged to acknowIedge his compIaint.
Then I'm obliged to the generaI? Should I be gratefuI to you for finding me?
Frankly, I think you ought to be.
I had no end of troubIe finding where you were.
- Better caIm yourself. - CaIm myself?
I do advocate it most earnestly.
would you Iet them spit upon Napoleon Bonaparte?
Bonaparte has no more to do with this than Madame de Lionne.
You think that name's common coin for the street?
whichever name you choose to defend, I'd use it...
with the utmost respect and soleIy in the cause of logic.
what do you mean, whichever name? You know damn well which name.
CouId you leave us aIone, please?
Your duty is to victimize me.
Am I mistaken?
You were chosen to hunt me out in the drawing room of a lady...
toward whom I feel the deepest--
I respect your inexpressible sentiment.
But I can assure you that the hunting was no choice of mine.
You've insuIted me.
You have insulted me!
I have strained my patience in order not to do so.
- I demand an apology! - This is too ridiculous.
Really too ridiculous.
A proper generaI's poodIe. Can you fight?
I see no reason whatever for us to fight.
what reason would you like? Shall I spit in your face?
Shall I cut a chunk out of your back, or would that be too ridiculous?
How do you get back to your general now? Through the window?
I believe you're really quite a madman.
You draw your sword.
0r by God, I'll chase you down the street Iike a chicken!
You will chase me nowhere.
I wilI be delighted to fight you at the first opportunity.
we'll fight now.
At this moment I'm here on duty, and you are under arrest...
- Now! - For dueIing, you ape!
Now!
- You fight now. - where?
In the garden.
- I want seconds. - I'll find you seconds.
0ld man...
stand here... and watch me.
Enter.
You've been scratched by a woman.
Correct.
Did you commit a crime of passion?
CertainIy not.
I agree. That would be out of character.
weII, what happened?
- I wounded a man in a duel. - what type of wound?
- A cut across the forearm. - Name of adversary?
- GabrieI Feraud. - He fought a dueI this morning.
He also fought a dueI this afternoon.
I've anatomized the military man.
I have literally picked through his brains.
It's my fate to go on putting him together.
I haven't the slightest idea how he works.
where do I find this--
Lieutenant Feraud?
what was the cause of the quarrel?
Ask him.
Cause of quarrel-- obscure.
So, prepare to be more civiIized.
A tomcat wouId never dream of sending a surgeon to another tomcat.
You could try this on your face.
You were recommended to me as a reliabIe, intelligent young officer.
You're a damn disgrace.
You look a damned disgrace, like a damned Hottentot.
Look at yourseIf.
You wiII return to your regiment at once.
I have no further use for you.
Pending a court inquiry, you wilI be confined to barracks under close arrest.
Go on.
Sir, I shaIl welcome an inquiry.
You will, wilI you...
Lieutenant?
If you emerge from it pure as driven snow...
you'Il remain an imbecile.
Get out.
The whole town is buzzing with it.
I spoke with a delightfuI old gentleman who affected to beIieve...
in the transmigration of souls.
He suggested you had both been enemies in a previous incarnation.
what did Feraud suggest?
He kept remarkably quiet about it, much like yourself.
weII...
it will aIl come out at the inquiry.
There won't be any inquiry.
- You're disappointed? - war?
Yes, yes.
war again.
You'Il be a free man back with your troop in the morning.
- Good. - Imagined you wouId think so.
So I have brought...
two bottIes...
one corkscrew...
and my fIute.
- Feraud intends to kiIl you. - Is that what he says?
0h, not to me, but rumor goes around.
Damn him anyway! He's most unreasonable.
The enemies of reason have a certain blind look.
- He has that Iook, don't you think? - what can I do?
I have given it some thought.
You cannot fight, one, if you are in different pIaces.
Physical impossibility. Two...
if you're of different rank, it's a breach of discipIine.
And three, if the state is at war...
dueIs of nations take absoIute precedence.
Therefore, keep away from him.
Keep ahead of him. Put your trust in Bonaparte.
Thank you.
Just before history rolls over it, what was the cause of the duel?
Are you asking on behalf of the town?
Call it a...
light cavalry skirmish.
All in all...
I'm far from certain myseIf.
After six months of hard campaigning...
there followed an interval of peace,
- HoId him, Gabriel. - Are you holding onto the table?
- Richard, is he on the table? - No, I'm not!
I got you. Got you. Come on.
- Left arm, doubIe or nothing. - No, I onIy bet right hand.
- Another? - Yes.
- where's your bet? - Trust me.
- You must be joking. - Trust me!
Come on.
You're next. Any more bets?
Damn muscle never healed properly.
You remember that boudoir soldier in Strasbourg...
that staff lackey?
You'll act for me, won't you?
Hey, Moustache, my bags.
Now tell me you're married.
Madame, I am entirely at your service.
My dear Armand, how very gallant.
what a relief.
weII, now that I've found you, it would be an act of mercy...
if you put us both to bed.
Marie Rose went bald. She caught the mange in ItaIy.
Poor bitch.
- How did Jacques respond to that? - He never saw it.
He was kiIled at Marengo.
Simon must still be in Egypt.
Etienne married that fat girl of his.
And I have received a token of love.
I find that rather daunting.
with this ring, I renounce love...
and make do with you.
You were the one I always wanted.
You.
You, Hussar.
- what's this? - I'll have them driven in deeper, sir.
You'll do no such thing.
who the deviI taught you to picket horses so near a river?
There's gonna be water around their knees in two hours.
I want the whole Iine moved to higher ground quickly.
Sir.
Lieutenant d'Hubert.
Yes?
You are acquainted with Lieutenant Feraud?
Yes.
- Morning. - Morning.
Are you ready, gentIemen?
All right, gentlemen.
Sorry.
Gently, gently.
Very carefulIy, turn around for me.
Take it sIowly.
Do take off his cravat, please.
Easy. It's all right.
It's all right. Then undo his button.
Easy. Get him over on his side.
Just get this--
CarefuI, careful.
Armand, it was a fair set-to.
won't hurt your reputation, I can promise you that.
why don't you make it up like a couple of good fellows?
- That's better. - There's no need to bear him a grudge.
All right. I'll shake hands.
weII?
He can't continue, I'm afraid.
It's quite bad.
- Can he continue? - No, he's unable to.
- Damn it! - GabrieI, shake hands and forget it.
whatever he did, you've paid him back now.
From alI I hear, he's a very decent fellow.
Decent?
Don't expect decency from his kind.
Look at him, lolling about there on the ground.
0ne touch, and he's off home to his beloved general.
Next time, d'Hubert!
You should have made him shake hands with you.
I was flat on my back.
0ne cannot controI one's affairs from that position.
You should've got up. You weren't dead.
I wasn't weIl.
Besides, he only would've stuck me again. He was waiting for the chance.
Do you mean you'd have gone on fighting?
No question.
It would have been the onIy honorable thing to do.
what's the matter?
- I'm going to sneeze. - 0h, no, you mustn't.
You don't have to.
Come on. Think of something else.
- Describe honor. - Honor?
- Honor. - Honor is...
- Go on. You must. - Indescribable...
unchalIengable--
All the little girls adore you.
You're a notorious and savage dueIist.
- Savage? - Notoriously savage.
And it's rumored that you live with a savage bitch.
It's a shame he's such an idle brute.
0ne more duel-- and God knows he needs the exercise--
one more duel would make his reputation.
Young Iadies would take to their smelling salts...
whenever he narrowed his eyes.
Narrow your eyes.
I think you've got a long way to go.
we could leave by the back Iane.
what for?
If he wants me, he'Il find me.
You know him?
Yes.
Surely there must be some other way out?
Don't talk about it anymore.
The onIy way out is to go through with it.
0ne has to be ready.
It takes all one's attention to be ready.
where is Gabriel Feraud?
Thank you.
Yes?
I live with Armand d'Hubert.
I knew a man who was stabbed to death by a woman.
Gave him the surprise of his life.
I once knew a woman who was beaten to death by a man.
I don't think it surprised her at all.
You're a soldier's Iady. You should live here with me.
Nobody understands why you fight with Armand.
It's supposed to be a secret between the pair of you.
I believe it's a secret of your very own.
I believe...
you feed your spite on him...
with no more sense than a nasty, bloodsucking louse.
who do you suppose cares what you think?
- No one. - Then why are you here?
I came to take a look at you.
Look.
Do you remember Martin?
The gunnery sergeant who Iost his arm? Yes.
He's out of the army now. He works at the ordinance factory in Rouen.
I think he wants to marry me.
He sent me the ring.
what ring?
This ring.
0h, that ring.
Marry him.
when I'm ready.
I was toId I might find Lieutenant d'Hubert at this address.
Not here.
0n the watch, sir. Always on the watch.
They don't alI fight like fine gentlemen.
The two of swords reversed.
Strife without reason.
A quarreI pursued for its own sake.
Does this suggest your probIem?
Seven of cups.
It would seem that you must make a difficult choice.
The moon.
The moon is a symbol of solitude.
Here is the path you must take.
It is a path of instinct.
Everyone who travels on that path travels alone.
Between the two dogs.
Do l leave them both behind?
You must answer your own questions now.
You're alone,
- Pick it up. - Gently, gentIy.
CarefuIly.
That's it.
I'm not hurt!
Are they dying?
The general wiIl see you now, sir.
Sit down before you fall down.
Your colonel speaks highly of you. I found you quite usefuI myself.
Yet, in contact with this Feraud, you persistentIy behave...
like a wild beast.
why is that?
- Do you wish to reconvene an inquiry? - Certainly not.
- No time to waste on that now. - Sir, as a crucial point of honor...
I cannot speak freely about the conduct of Lieutenant Feraud...
unIess he has an opportunity to put his own case.
Claptrap.
Sir, I cannot fight the man three times and then tell taIes on him.
Judging by the look of you, a change of tactics is what you need.
Very well. Convention allows you to be a chivalrous half-wit.
But you will cease being a quarrelsome half-wit.
You will fight no more duels under my command.
- Now, is that understood? - Yes, sir.
Anyhow, since you are now a captain...
it would be a gross breach of discipline.
Your colonel considered you fit to command a troop.
I'm not exactly sure what I think you're fit for...
but I wilI not oppose his decision.
If you feel strong enough, you may leave now.
Five years passed, The map of Europe changed...
and so did military fashion,
Another time then.
- Buy me a drink, darling? - Next time.
You look mumpish. Cheer up. I have some news to tell you.
Sit down.
I have news to tell you.
The 7th Hussars have come to Lubeck. Feraud is behind you.
I'm sorry.
- Can you make out his rank? - Captain.
Damn.
Perhaps, for your own sake, you should face him now.
How can you avoid it? He'Il hunt you out in the end.
Keep your head down. This is my news.
I'm being seconded to the staff of MarshaI Bernadotte.
My appointment carries the rank of major.
I'm to report for duty in a fortnight...
and the colonel has granted me a fortnight's leave.
I wish to consuIt you...
in the utmost confidence...
upon a fine point of honor.
Good-bye, Major.
Don't I know you well?
- You do. - Yeah, I do know him welI.
- D'Hubert. - That's right.
I come to Lubeck, and the town is humming with your name.
why weren't you kiIled at Elshingham?
- That was my last news of you. - It was a hard day for the regiment.
But nothing cures a dueIist.
How is Martin?
More news gone astray.
He died of typhus...
in the epidemic last July.
I'm very sorry.
were you married? I never heard.
Yes.
Right at the end, poor boy...
for all the good it did.
A widow's weeds aren't much help to a Iady of the garrison.
So now I beg...
and strike up friendships.
Laura, go back to France.
There's only grief to be got from foIlowing soldiers.
Martin said--
He said, "Go to that fool Armand.
He'Il take you on again."
This time, he'Il kill you!
we thought on horseback.
0n horseback?
As a compIiment to the cavalry.
Feraud has agreed.
The regiment expects it.
The regiment expects it?
I see.
we're now fighting this dueI as a compIiment to the cavalry.
Like it or not, you are a man of reputation.
A famous fire-eater.
It brings you responsibiIities.
You must think of yourself as fighting on parade.
Feraud has been boasting all day...
but the betting stiIl holds at even money.
I'm going to be kilIed...
responsibly on horseback...
as a compliment to the cavalry.
That's a useless sort of taIk.
I'm not fanaticaI enough to persevere in this absurdity.
If he so earnestIy desires to kill me, he will kilI me.
Damn it, kiII him.
That's absurd.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
The combat shouId be well attended.
I hear that Lebrun has given a breakfast party.
I hope the weather improves for them.
Do you think so?
Let me telI you my idea.
Gentlemen!
Prepare to advance!
Charge!
Captain Feraud has taken a slight cut across the forehead,
And until the blood has stopped, he can't see,
I regret the duel must be discontinued,
Feraud was posted to Spain, D'Hubert remained in northern Europe,
Six years later, the emperor's grand army...
regrouped for Armageddon,
Listen, all of you!
That woods stinks with cossacks.
I want some voIunteers.
Listen!
Volunteers.
All of you!
Volunteers.
I'll come with you.
Pistols next time?
By tomorrow, with luck, we shall be across the Niemen.
I think we can risk a little celebration.
Schnapps?
Did you ever speak to Napoleon?
As a matter of fact, I once delivered him an important message.
Did he say thank you?
I suppose he did. I don't know. It was very noisy at the time.
was it right to send him to Elba?
weII, he couIdn't share a palace with King Louis, could he?
- weIl, why not? - GiIles! Hilaire!
Go on.
Do we have to go?
How is your leg today?
Progress is slow.
Come. Sit and rest here.
I have plans for you.
Leonie, my Iife is yours.
It's my ambition to be known as the oId general who lives with his sister.
That is exactly what I feared.
It is therefore my ambition to see you married...
as soon as is decently possible.
Keep quiet and pay attention.
The heiress from Valmassique-- the estate across the river--
is a sweet child called Adele.
Her parents are dead, and her uncle has become the dearest friend of mine.
It will be the easiest thing in the world to arrange...
and it will suit you admirably.
I know what you are thinking--
"She is an ugIy girI, and she wiIl make me miserable."
I assure you, she is far more beautiful than you deserve...
and she wiIl make you very happy.
You are at liberty to speak.
what color is her hair?
Raven-colored.
I have no further questions at this time.
I am looking for the Chevalier de Riverol.
General d'Hubert, I believe.
I have not hitherto been privileged to meet a generaI of Bonaparte's army.
General of Brigade, sir. And only recently promoted.
A mere imp of Satan. I cannot cIaim to be one of his demons.
- You jest with me, sir. - In a neighborIy way.
Let me make you a pair of boots.
In a neighborly way.
I wouId esteem it an honor.
Good boots are not an honor. They're a pleasure.
About the time you were learning to be a soldier...
I was learning to make boots.
I've supported myself as a bootmaker.
Now that I'm an aristocrat once more...
I have to drum up trade.
Sloth is the curse of the aristocracy.
The Chevalier found you vastly well read...
and he said you had a very good leg.
I sound Iike a horse.
My God, I'm lucky he didn't look at my teeth.
I do hate that swearing.
Don't you dare do it in front of Adele.
- Have you seen her? - No, I haven't.
Yes, you have.
Don't sulk. You have.
Isn't this marriage-broking getting out of fashion?
Nothing sensibIe goes out of fashion.
They're alI coming over tomorrow from Valmassique.
Meddle, meddIe, meddle.
Nonsense.
General d'Hubert, Mademoiselle de Valmassique.
Let me look.
Very handsome fellow.
They have golden eyes, you know.
- And jewels inside their heads? - So I believe.
were I a young man again...
rather than an oId, lame creature...
I'd ask you to marry me.
weII, don't you want to marry me now?
My dear, we both know what's expected of us, don't we?
If I were to neglect to make you a proposal...
no blame would be attached to you.
I think perhaps you might be saved from a...
sad, dull Iife.
If you neglect to make me a proposaI...
my uncle wilI go mad.
Damn it, you were not put on this earth to coddle your uncle.
I have heard you do swear most terribly.
Nonsense. I'm a tempered man.
Tempered in my speech.
I love you.
Adele...
my dearest Adele...
it would make me very happy...
happy beyond expectation if you would become my wife.
Yes.
- It was a fiasco. - Nonsense.
She accepted you.
what else couId she do?
Nothing, I should hope. It was a proper, settled arrangement.
0h, Armand...
in marriage, events of that kind are not important.
A good marriage settIes down quietly...
like moss.
I've never heard a bad word spoken about moss.
Moss?
Leonie, an unkind plot has been laid against her.
Very well. If she's good and biddabIe, she'lI settle down.
But it's not fair.
She's young. She has that magic.
You are in Iove?
- Yes, I'm in love. - well, then...
I can't be bothered with you.
Go and play billiards.
No cheating.
Go and play billiards.
SureIy you will not turn down the opportunity of a brigade.
The emperor is our hope and strength.
we belong to him.
I have entertained the notion that...
I may belong to myself.
It has been said that you do not love the emperor.
- By whom? - By GeneraI Feraud.
He knows you well, I beIieve.
General Feraud has made occasional attempts to kill me.
That does not give him the right to claim my acquaintance.
And it is also said that he fought you...
in defense of the emperor's honor.
That is impertinent trash!
You have my answer to MarshalI Grouchy. I shall write to confirm it at once.
Good day.
Colonel, do you sometimes meet with GeneraI Feraud?
Now and again.
Ask him what the honor of the emperor has to do with Madame de Lionne?
Madame de Lionne?
I think that was the lady's name.
He should remember better than I.
TeIl him to drive on.
- Damn his impudence. - That was the lady's name, sir.
Madame de Lionne.
Yes.
Get your backside off that tabIe.
Fine woman. A cuItivated woman. She had nothing to do with the emperor.
I do not believe that the general was suggesting...
an ilIicit acquaintance between the emperor and this woman.
Then what was he suggesting?
what? 0ut with it.
Sir, I took him rather to imply that this lady...
not the emperor, was the prime cause of your quarrel.
I have called him out near to half a dozen times.
The cavalry knows. would I have done that for some petty nonsense?
She was a lady I held in high esteem. Her saIon was very well known in...
Strasbourg.
Yes, now I recaII something else.
He said to me in a public street--
I have it burnt in my mind. He said to me...
"For aIl that I care, they can spit upon Napoleon Bonaparte."
- who were they? - They, they!
when did the emperor not have enemies?
D'Hubert is a turncoat! That is a fact!
I say more. I say he never loved the emperor! Never!
He saw a fair deal of campaigning.
when you meet him again, teII him I will prove the truth of it...
at the first opportunity.
To the emperor. Good luck to him and to those that love him.
But in less than 100 days, Napoleon was defeated,
And I offer you another toast.
Let us give thanks for the safe return...
of His Sacred Majesty, Louis XVIII.
God save the king.
And deviI take the ogre...
to St. Helena.
This side of the grave, it seems a fit and proper place for him.
Come, sir. You're a royalist now...
like the rest of us.
where else would you wish him to be?
0ne celebration at a time, sir. Don't you think?
No, I do not. The boy's a royalist.
And I can give you more good news.
He has been summoned to attend upon Marshall St. Cyr in Paris.
He will have a command in the king's army.
So tell us. what fate would you choose for the ogre?
I believe the emperor chose his own fate.
It was his habit to do so.
I learned my trade in his service, as did MarshaIl St. Cyr.
The king's army wiIl have more realists than royaIists.
I have just agreed to terms with this lady...
and I'm much too tired for further questioning.
weII done.
Good day, Colonel.
D'Hubert, isn't it?
That's right.
You took care to play safe, eh?
Very spruce you Iook too.
Very tame and spruce.
Found a nice place with His Majesty, have you?
Now, GabrieI Feraud was right.
Poor deviI.
He always said you were a slippery fellow.
How is General Feraud?
- You don't know? - It interests me very little.
In fact, I do not know.
Feraud was arrested.
They have him on the butcher's Iist.
- He's to go before the commission? - Yes.
Now, there was a man who would ride straight at anything.
He ends up at the mercy of that sewer rat.
Fouche.
He's as good as dead.
Come a little closer, please. I'm alI attention.
I believe Your ExceIlency has chosen a list of officers...
to be tried for treason by the special court.
I...
am the president of the commission that chose them, yes.
I've come to petition that the name of General GabrieI Feraud...
be removed from that list.
I have letters of introduction-- Marshalls St. Cyr and MacDonald.
Have you indeed?
By all accounts, he is a rabid Bonapartist.
So is every trooper and grenadier in the army...
as Your Excellency knows.
General Feraud hasn't the brains to make himself dangerous to anyone.
Rather, he could not conceivably hurt the state.
He has a busy tongue.
He talked himself on to our list. we could not keep him off it.
I am something of a virtuoso in survival.
You will be aware of that, I think.
Besides, I despise these nobodies...
who offer their neck to the bIock.
At least he's in my controI, because if it were not...
my own men would most certainly be on it.
0ur new masters and their ladies, bIess them...
are out for a deal of blood.
Please be seated.
You have an honest soldier's face, General...
but you have come here to intrigue with me.
Is that not so?
Have you not come here to intrigue with me?
Is this felIow a relation of yours?
No.
Intimate friend?
No, not exactIy.
We've had a... Iong association.
Mysterious.
StilI you have two marshals at your back.
Yes, there's your man. Feraud, Gabriel Florian.
He wilI live in the provinces under police supervision.
You reaIize that, of course.
But he wiII live.
Take a pen, my dear feIIow, and cross out the name.
I can't do everything for you.
Your Excellency, I must beg you to keep my interference a secret.
Most particularly from General Feraud.
General Feraud, alive or dead, is not worth a moment's gossip.
There. Give me your hand.
Sir, kick for the general.
There.
Perfect discipline.
That's not a grenadier.
Most ladylike, I assure you.
He's not kicking you.
General.
The feIlow in the cavalry you called out several times--
D'Hubert, wasn't it?
"General d'Hubert, who's been on sick leave in the south...
is to take command of the Fifth Cavalry brigade...
at Reims."
Same fellow, isn't it?
Good day.
Sir, I wonder, could you direct us...
to the residence of General Armand d'Hubert?
what is it you want with him?
I want a quiet word with him. Confidential, you understand.
This place is quiet enough.
You aren't the general, are you, sir, by any chance?
- Yes, sir, I am. - I thought so.
Met you once after Ratisbon.
weII, sir, aIl we need for the present are the names of your friends.
- what friends? - we are the friends of Gen. Feraud.
we'll need to work pretty sharp.
Police surveillance.
They keep us bottled up at Vatan.
Damn their eyes.
Slip out, sIip back. No one the wiser.
Risky, of course, but honor before everything.
Honor first.
I could have you both carted back where you come from in irons.
I swear to God, I could whisper, onIy whisper...
and you'd both be dead in a ditch before morning.
This is royalist country. This is my home.
we have proceeded on the assumption that you were a gentIeman.
Yes, damn you. Damn you, I am!
- Very well, then. - we'd like to know your friends' names.
I have no friends stupid enough to take part in such a farce.
I suppose I could act for him.
He could act for you.
Not what you'd caIl a steady feIlow.
Used to take a steady felIow to command a brigade.
I don't suppose General Feraud would accept an apology.
0ut of the question.
You could decIare yourself unfit to be a soldier and resign your command.
That might do it.
It wouldn't do.
The general has received too deep an injury.
I see.
I wilI meet you tomorrow at sunrise, here.
Sabers, whatever you choose.
Pistols.
Pistols?
Are you coming to bed now?
I shall be late. I have some work to do.
My dear boy.
I'm very sorry. Did I disturb you?
No. I was awake.
I promised these for tomorrow morning.
A tradesman has to keep his word.
You ought not to tire yourseIf.
0h, I'm an old man. Awake at odd times.
Asleep at odd times.
But you shouldn't be up.
- Is something the matter? - No.
I have some work to do before morning to keep my word.
May I?
Yes, do.
- Good night. - Good night.
Good day, sir.
Good day to you.
Poor grounds, sir. Not suitable at alI.
0h, I think it will do.
we came here to kill each other.
Any ground is suitable for that.
I suggest the generaI and I enter the ruin from opposite sides...
alone and seek each other out.
Two shots each.
Fire at wiIl. Is it agreed?
I'Il consult with the officer who is acting for General Feraud.
- Everyone heard me. - Yes! I heard you.
which side?
East side, General.
Forward.
Sir, I must own myself at a loss,
I'm not fanatical enough to persevere in this... absurdity,
Go on. KilI me.
Now!
Is he dead?
where have you been?
- I was so worried. - I'm sorry.
I had to work late, and then I went for a walk.
what's in the bag?
You have kept me at your beck and call for 15 years,
I shall never again do what you demand of me,
By every rule of single combat, your life now belongs to me,
Is that not correct? I shall simply declare you dead,
In all of your dealings with me, you will do me the courtesy...
to conduct yourself as a dead man,
I have submitted to your notions of honor long enough.
You will now submit to mine.