Chapter 8: A Path of My Own, Part 2

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# On July 13, 1789, a commotion broke out in Tuileries Square when the starved crowd threw stones at the King's troops. [ boom boom! ] [ splat ]
Crowd:	The soldiers opened fire! [ wah ... screech ... ]
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[ wah ... ] [ slash whip ] [ wah ... ]
Crowd:	Oh nooo!
[ bang bang ]
Crowd:	The soldiers opened fire!
[ On the road to Paris ]
French Guards:	[ rustle rustle ]
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André:	{{ Could I be mistaken? Why is Oscar so quiet? Could it be that I don't understand Oscar at all? }} Ah!
[ gallop gallop ... ]
Oscar:	Huh? Stop! Here comes a messenger.
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Messenger:	Please go to Tuileries Square! Hurry! [ huff huff ] The soldiers have finally opened fire at the people!
Oscar:	What!?
Messenger:	A riot has broken out! The Square is already in chaos and soaked in blood!
Oscar:	{{ A riot has broken out! }}
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Messenger:	Well, now I shall return to Versailles.
Oscar:	Thank you. Be careful.
French Guards:	[ rustle rustle ]
Oscar:	My fellow soldiers! As you heard, Prince Lambesc's German cavalry has opened fire at the people.
French Guards:	[ rustle rustle ]
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Oscar:	I've told you this before. All hearts are free. All human beings on earth have freedom of the heart, the freedom to be no one's slave, the freedom to be no one's possession. Now, I'd like to correct an error in that speech. "Correct" is perhaps not the proper word. "Supplement" is more fitting. Freedom should not exist merely within the heart. It should reach the fingertips and hair strands of every human being. All should be free and equal before God.
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French Guards:	[ rustle rustle ]
Oscar:	The former America has won independence from England with her own hands. Now, our French people have bravely stood up and raised the flag of Freedom, Equality, and Fraternity. [ snap ... rippp .. ]
[ Oscar rips off her officer badge. ]
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Oscar:	From now on, I will abandon my title of Countess and all that is granted to the sovereignty of a Count! Well, make your choice! Will you stay as pawns of the King and nobles and point your guns at the people? Or will you become free citizens and join the people in this glorious deed?
French Guards:	Comm ... Commander!
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French Guards:	We're coming with you! Just as we promised! Hooray Commander! Hooray! Vive la France!
Oscar:	How about you? I won't stop you from returning to Versailles.
Dagout and others:	[ shiver tremble ]
Dagout:	We understand how you feel, Commander. Yet we are born nobles and can't change our ways.
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Oscar:	Um ... I wish you luck, Colonel Dagout.
[ Colonel Dagout and other officers leave for Versailles. ]
French Guards:	Yay!
Oscar:	Well, my brave soldiers! We will join the People and fight for our country. Neither a hero nor general alone has the power to change history. We the People are the ones who will make history. We will become heroes in the name of our country.
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Oscar:	We the French Guards will remain on people's minds, and our names will be passed down with history from generation to generation, till the end of time. Our target is the German cavalry in Tuileries Square! Load ammunition!
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Oscar:	Attack!
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Oscar:	André, when the battle is over, it's time for our wedding.
André:	[ jerk ]
French Guards:	[ Go! Go! ]
Oscar:	{{ Adieu! All of my old castles! To those I can no longer return, my bedroom, Father, Mother! }}
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Oscar:	{{ Adieu, my Crown Prince, Princess, the Queen of Rococo whom I served and loved deeply, the beautiful goddess of love! Adieu, adieu, Count Fersen! }}

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[ gallop gallop ... ]
Germany cavalry:	It's ... the French Guards!
Alain and others:	[ Go! ]
Crowd:	Ah! It's the French Guards!
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[ boom boom bang bang ... ]
[ At Bernard's house ]
Bernard:	What did you say? The French Guards have joined our side?
Rosalie:	Ahhh! Monsieur Oscar!
Bernard:	Okay, I'm going to Tuileries Square!
Rosalie:	Oh ... Be careful, Bernard.
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Bernard:	Yikes! Hey, where are you going, Florelle? It's dangerous out there! Come back!
Florelle:	I'm going home! Next time I shall return as the deputy representing the province of Picardy!
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[ At Tuileries Square ] [ boom boom bang bang .. ]
Oscar:	Fire! Firrreee!
Lambesc:	Don't hold back! Our enemy is those traitors! Fire!
[ bang ... wham ... ]
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[ At the Palace of Versailles ] # At the Court, certain of the victory of his troops, the King entertained the Reserves in appreciation of their efforts.
Messenger:	Your Majesty the King! Officers of the Army! The French Guards have ... Lord Jarjayes ... It is a grave matter. Monsieur Oscar's French Guards have ...
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[ bang bang ... ]
Oscar:	Don't panic! Concentrate fire! Move to the front!
Lambesc:	Stay in place! Fire! After all it's a woman commanding the troops. They'll be defeated soon!
[ bang ... wham ... bang bang ... ]
French Guards:	Go to hell, you nobles' dogs! Taste my bullets! Ha ha! Hey, don't be silly!
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[ wham ... bang ... ]
Crowd:	Ah! They got them! Hooray French Guards! Hooray! [ jump in joy ] [ whack! ] We'll help out too! This is your return gift!
Oscar:	Okay! Spread out! Got it? Don't let the citizens move ahead of you! Be patient and aim carefully!
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[ wah ... bang ... wham ... ]
François:	André, turn a bit to the east! The east!
André:	[ bang bang bang ]
François:	Good job, André! Now set it to 20 degrees to the east and concentrate fire. Bend down!
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Crowd:	Look, the French Guards are covering us! Let's kick the German cavalry out of Paris!
François:	Keep firing at the west!
[ bang wham bang ]
François:	You got their backs! Keep firing!
[ slam! ]
Lasalle:	Ah! François!
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[ bang bang ... ]
Lasalle:	[ wah! ]
Oscar:	[ Yikes! ] [ cough cough cough ... ]
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[ click zap! ]
André:	Oscar!
Alain:	Hey! Stop, André!
[ bang bang bang bang ]
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[ Bullets rip through André's chest just as he reaches Oscar. ]
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Oscar:	An- dré ...
Alain:	[ bang bang ... ! ]
German cavalry:	[ wah! ]
Lambesc:	Damn! Re- retreat to the Mars parade ground for now!
Alain:	André!

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Alain:	Hang on, André! You idiot!
Oscar:	Corporal Eulain! Assume the command!
Eulain:	Aye!
André:	Con- continue with the command ...
Oscar:	Shut up!
André:	Why ... are you ... leaving the battlefield ...?
Oscar:	Shut up!
Oscar:	{{ Ah ... ! Why ... Why was I born a woman? Ah ... I can't even continue commanding ... Why was I born a woman? }}
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[ Song of victory from the revolutionaries ]
Alain:	They are ... singing!?
Oscar:	Oh no! Put him down for now. Stop his bleeding first!
André:	Os- ca- r ... [ huff huff ] Os- ...
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André:	Your ... your eyes ... and ... nose ...
Oscar:	An- ...
André:	Oh ... oh ... yes, those lips ...
Oscar:	What are you saying? Can't you see? Can't you see? How long has it been, Andre?
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Oscar:	How long? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you keep it to yourself? You idiot!
Alain:	Commander!
André:	Wa- ter ...
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Oscar:	Water? I-, I'll get it. Wait for me, okay?
André:	{{ As time goes on and on, singing praises of life, please send my eternal thoughts to the woman I miss with all my heart ... Please send my eternal thoughts to ... }} [ closes eyes ]
[ Oscar returns. ]
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[ kachink! ]
André:	[ remaining thoughts ] {{ Oh, those blue eyes, that figure ... soars through the sky as if it were a roaring Pegasus, heart trembling on wings of desire ... Blond hair fluttering, fluttering in the wind ... }}
Oscar:	{{ Ahhh ... Ahhh ... }}
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[ Images of André overlapping with Oscar's stunned face ]
Oscar:	[ Aaarrrggghhh ... ]
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Bernard:	Citizen André Grandier is ...
Oscar:	[ zoom! ]
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Oscar:	Shoot! Shoot me! Please shoot me! Shoot me ... !
Alain:	Commander!
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Oscar:	Ah ... [ flashback to André ] {{ An officer must never act on emotions. An officer must never ... }} {{ But ... but I'm only human! I'm human! I'm human! }}
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Oscar:	{{ Oh ... Please cut out my heart! Make me into stone! At least ... make me insane! }}
# July 14, 1789. July 14, a monumental day in world history, began in the same way as the day before. The weather was fair with high temperature.

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[ Picture of Bastille prison ]
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# The Bastille prison served as a fortress for the Hotel Saint-Pol, royal residence of Charles V, on the east bank of the Seine River. The construction spanned 13 years and was completed in 1383. # Later, the fortress was used as a prison for political dissidents who opposed the Throne. It then became a symbol of horror and hatred to the people.
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# July 14, 1789. At the time, there were only 114 soldiers who were defending Bastille prison under Marquis de Launay's command.
Crowd:	Huh? Hey, look! The cannon at Bastille changed positions, right?
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Crowd:	Um. I've been wondering about that for a while now. They seemed to be turned towards a different direction.
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Crowd:	It's ... aiming in the direction of the Paris City Hall. * That would be in the direction of Palais Royal and Tuileries Square. [ shiver ... sweat ... ] Could it be ... ? Nah ... how could they think of bombing the streets of Paris with cannon? You're worrying too much. By the way, I saw something like gunpowder being shipped from the arsenal just two nights ago. [ Ah! ] * AJL: Hotel de Ville, located in the district of Saint-Antoine
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Crowd:	Oh my God! Bad news! [ scramble ] Bastille is ... Bastille is aiming the cannon at us! [ rumble ... ] Bad news! Get ready for Bastille! Take to arms and meet us at Bastille! To Bastille!
French Guards:	[ chatter chatter ]
Oscar:	Well, line up for roll call.
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Crowd:	To Bastille! To arms! To arms! To Bastille!
Oscar:	To Bastille!
French Guards	[ Go! ]
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Oscar:	Come on, André! Are you ready?
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Oscar:	[ sniff ... ] {{ Oh, yes ... He's really gone. No more of his smile, his voice ... No more, no more ... How could this be? Oh! }}
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Oscar:	{{ This can't be real! How could this be? Please, please answer me! Weren't you the one who cheered me on and embraced me tightly with all your strength? Weren't you the one who sent currents of feverish passion racing though my body? Together in joy, sharing our pains, our souls are so close in spirit. }}
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Oscar:	{{ And now you are leaving me behind? Leaving me by myself! Half of my heart is ... Half of me is ... Ohhh! Ripped, torn to shreds ... Will God still let me go on living? [ sob ] I'm dead ... I'm dead ... When you died ... }}
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Oscar:	Just for a while ... let me ... I'm ... sorry, guys ...
Alain:	It's okay ... It's okay, Commander.
Oscar:	[ Oh ... oh ... sob ...]
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Oscar:	{{ I too have died! }} [ Aaarrrggghhh ... ]
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Crowd:	To Bastille!
# On their way to Bastille, the people looted the Invalides and obtained 32,000 guns and 12 cannon. * The stampede moved through the roads to Paris like a swelling tide. * AJL: Invalides = Hotel des Invalides
Messenger:	Com- Commander! Marquis de Launay ! [ stomp stomp stomp .. ] Bad news! The people are charging towards Bastille like locusts!
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Crowd:	This is to inform the garrison at Bastille! Withdraw the cannon at once! Open the gates and let us in! To the garrison at Bastille!
[ whack whack whack! ]
Crowd:	[ uproar! ]
Launay:	My fellow citizens! We promise not to open fire at you. Can't we talk in peace?
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Crowd:	[ uproar! ] [ crosses the drawbridge ]
Launay:	[ Heh heh. ]
[ creak ]
Crowd:	The draw- drawbridge is ... The drawbridge got raised!
[ bong! ] [ bang bang wham! ]
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Crowd:	[ waaahhh! eeeeek! ]
[ bang wham ... ]
Crowd:	You tricked us! You just wanted to shut us in and shoot us to death! [ waaahhh! arggghhh! ] Help! Help us! Let's run! Go back! Go back! Argh! Open the gates! It was a trick! Why, you lowly scum! We'll begin our attack too! Fire! Firrreee!
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# July 14, 1 p.m. The battle of fate had finally begun.
[ bang bang boom! ] [ wah wah waaahhh ... ]
Man:	This isn't working! We're only gonna be whipped! Cannon! Whatcha doing? Get the cannon!
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Crowd:	Uh, but we don't know how to use it!
[ BOM! ]
Garrison:	[ ha ha ... ] Ha ha ha! Look at that! Any stray bullets will hit them! Eat this, you crickets! [ bang bang bang ]
Crowd:	Dam... Damn!
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[ crank crank ... ]
Crowd:	Oh, it's ... Yay! It's the French Guards!
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Alain:	Okay, back off! Back off, folks! [ crank crank ]
Crowd:	Yippee! It's the French Guards! Hooray hooray!
Oscar:	Load!
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Oscar:	Fire! * [ kaboom! ] * AJL: Actually, there are 4-5 steps in between "load" and "fire" in cannon drill. In the Japanese, the author shortens it to "prepare for bombardment" and "fire." "Prepare for bombardment" sounds awkward to my ears, so I've replaced it with a real command, "load." You can imagine what happens between "load" and "fire," right? ^_^
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[ Picture of bombed Bastille ]

END OF PART 2

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CHAPTER 8: A Path of My Own-- Part 2 --

CHAPTER 8: A Path of My Own

-- Part 2 --