André!
My eye...
André!
The Rose of Versailles
Kusamurani namo shirezu
The flowers blooming in the wilderness
Saiteiru hana naraba
they are without names
Tada kaze wo ukenagara
A gentle breeze
Soyoide ireba iikeredo
makes them sway
Watashi wa bara no sadame ni umareta
My destiny is of a rose
Hanayakani hageshiku ikiro to umareta
Born to live in glory and passion
Bara wa bara wa, Kedakaku saite
Roses, oh roses, blooming with dignity
Bara wa bara wa, Utsukushiku chiru
Roses, oh roses, withering with regret
Bara wa bara wa, Kedakaku saite
Roses, oh roses, blooming with dignity
Bara wa bara wa, Utsukushiku chiru
Roses, oh roses, withering with regret
Episode 27
Even if l Lose the Light...
It's not a light wound.
Please make sure not to take off the bandage without my instructions.
Otherwise, he might become permanently blind in one eye.
Yes, doctor.
Doctor, a man can still live without an eye, can't he?
Grandma, we don't know if his eye will be blinded or not yet.
Cheer up!
Thank you very much.
Be seeing you.
What happened to the Black Knight?
Unfortunately, he got away.
Why didn't you catch him?
That was the only chance we had after all that trouble.
Don't be ridiculous, André.
How could I leave you behind to chase him?
It's dawn, André.
I'm really glad that it wasn't your eye.
For the coming age, each gun is worth more than a hour of speeches.
Let's go, comrades!
What should I do?
Is something wrong, Father?
They're gone.
What are gone?
200 brand new rifles.
One of my subordinates was in charge of the transportation.
It was the Black Knight!
How is it? Do you see anything?
Yes, a little, but blurry...
Doctor, how is he?
Open the curtain while I finish disinfecting and putting on a bandage.
Yes, Doctor.
Palais Royale!
Palais Royale?
Perhaps I should look into it.
Palais Royale...
That was where Oscar cornered the Black Knight, and then lost him.
And it was also the palace of residence of Duke Orléans, the King's cousin...
who is said to be an anti-monarchist.
I'm Brigadier Oscar François de Jarjayes.
I have a permit from Duke Orléans for an official visit.
Please open the gate!
Welcome, Brigadier Jarjayes.
I welcome your visit with my heart.
Thank you very much.
Duke Orleans, I'm glad to see you in your usual good health.
I've gotten used to the disgrace of being called an "anti-monarchist".
I'm living in perfect health everyday.
Please sit down. Formalities don't suit me.
Thank you.
Let's take care of the business. You said you needed to talk to me.
Yes, there's something that I'm eager to ask.
Do you know The Black Knight, your lordship?
Yes, I do. I've heard the stories.
No, I don't mean the stories. Do you know him in person?
What an honor.
That I'm an acquaintance of a celebrity.
But unfortunately, I've yet to meet him.
But it's refreshing that you asked me so directly.
Just like you.
All right. Out of respect for you, I'll guide you to my salon.
All sorts of people gather in my salon, especially the young.
Perhaps among those youngsters you'll be able to find the Black Knight that you're after.
All the music, literature, art, and education up until now were abortive flowers of the Court's salon!
The new art and culture shall be born from our salon.
Right! From the small world to the bigger world, and from a musty salon into the sunlight!
Are you surprised?
My salon is open to young lawyers, artists, and news reporters, regardless of their class.
Society disparagingly calls us "anti-monarchists."
But I prefer to call it "Liberalism"
It worked. I wanted to sneak into this salon.
I'll find the man who tried to blind André's left eye.
Wow, your Latin is outstanding.
No, it's not that great.
The Classics are nice.
But read Jean Jacques Rousseau if you can.
Rousseau?
"The Origin of Inequality among Mankind"
It clearly shows that the world doesn't exist only for the aristocrats.
All right. Capture her alive.
If we blackmail her father, we can get as many guns as we want.
Miss Jarjayes...
I'd like to escort you to Lord Orléans.
He'd like you to see his old wine collection with him.
This is marvelous.
Where is Duke Orléans?
He'll be here presently.
Please wait for him here.
All right.
Don't move, Royal Guard Regiment Commander!
If you obey me, we'll let you live.
Do you need help, André?
No, it's all right.
But tell somebody to groom Oscar's horse.
I won't be able to do it for a while.
Well... Mademoiselle Oscar hasn't come back for 2 days now.
What?!
We haven't heard from her since the official visit to Palais Royale.
We sent a messenger there but the reply was that she left within that day.
Palais Royale?!
How long are you going to keep me here?
Until you obey our command:
You write to your father, and we receive 500 rifles in exchange for your life.
We've done our research.
We know that your father, General Jarjayes, is in charge of all military weapons and their transport.
He should be able to manage 500 rifles without any difficulty.
Don't underestimate me.
Do you really think that I'll write such letter?
With enough time, yes. You will write it.
We know quite well that the pride of nobles is weak and fragile.
Please make sure not to take off the bandage without my instructions.
Otherwise, he might become permanently blind in one eye.
Hi.
H- hi.
Ah, wait!
That Royal Guard Regiment Commander doesn't eat any of the bread we give her.
Who does she think she is?
The nobles are so obnoxious, so snobbish, you know.
Yeah, absolutely.
Bye.
W-wait, Oscar!
It's me! It's me!
André!
Jesus, you almost broke my neck.
What happened?
Who did this?!
The Black Knight...
What?!
Wait, Oscar. Somebody's coming!
It's the Black Knight.
All right. André, hand me your gun!
We've come this far. We'll take him back.
Damn!
Drop your gun, Black Knight!
It's my turn now.
Yo, Black Knight!
Are you going out for your work?
Yeah, more or less.
Open the gate.
Hey, you guys, has someone who was dressed up like me just gone out from this gate?
Uh... y-yeah... just now...
WHAT?! You've let him escape!
He's an impostor!
Eh?! Lmpostor?!
You morons! Open the gate! I'm going after him!
Y-yes sir!
All right, stop.
We'll wait for André.
Now get off the horse!
What if I refuse?
What?!
Are you going to shoot me?
You can't.
I'm going! There are many things that need to be done.
I'll see you again.
STOP!
Among the nobles I've seen, you're one of the better ones.
So I estimate that you're not the type who'd shoot an unarmed man in the back.
It depends on who it is!
You're the one who wounded André's eye!
If you try any more of your tricks, I'll put a lead bullet in your left eye!
What was that gun shot, Oscar?
Did you kill him?
André, rip off his mask!
Let's see his face!
All right!
This man is...
That man who was always with Robespierre.
Bernard Chatelet...
born in 1760, a journalist for "Le Vieux Cordelier".
You've done a thorough investigation.
I can find out something more interesting if I hand you to the authorities.
Your relationship with Palais Royale, for instance.
Do take a good care of yourself.
I'll let you stay here until your wound heals.
You're too soft, just like I assumed.
By doing that, you're giving me a chance to escape.
I missed my aim.
I aimed at your shoulder, but the bullet went through right by your heart.
So the doctor said it's dangerous for you to move.
My conscience will bother me if you die from my bullet.
That's all.
But if you want to die, move around.
It's up to you.
Queen's dog!
A dog and a thief. We're even.
I'd rather be a thief!
I'm acting of my own free will!
What's wrong, André?
No, it's nothing serious.
My left eye is a bit...
André!
I told you not to take off the bandage!
I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do for your left eye.
I'll do to you exactly what you've done to André!
Oscar, I still have my right eye.
I can still see the sun light and green of the trees.
I still haven't lost anything yet.
Oscar, are you really going to hand him over to the authorities?
What?!
The aristocrats aren't starving now, but the People are.
We can't do anything, but he has done something for the People.
And can do more in the future.
André, what are you saying?!
You're willing to help the man who deprived one of your eyes?!
You're willing to forgive him?!
He's a thief!
You're right...
I guess I've become eccentric after being blinded in one eye and impersonating the Black Knight.
Sorry. I sometimes forget that I work for the nobles.
Oscar, Oscar!
Oscar, I heard you did it!
You've captured the Black Knight?
Good job!
I'm confident that you'll be promoted to Major General!
Father...
He was... the wrong man.
What?
Unfortunately, it wasn't him.
He wasjust a street thug.
We found no evidence in the investigation afterwards.
There's something I want to know.
What's Duke Orléans to you guys?
Nothing.
We only took advantage of his Liberal posture...
and used Palais Royale as a hideout.
There's no better place to hide.
All right, then.
Let's move on to business.
Business?
The 200 guns you stole from my father's unit.
I'll give you a bargain at 1000 Livre, so pay the money.
What?
I've written a letter to a girl named Rosalie in the Temple District in Paris.
Hide there for a while and heal your wound.
She can keep a secret.
Thank you.
I didn't think you'd let me go.
If you want to thank someone, thank André, Not me.
André?
Right.
Perhaps he made a better Black Knight than you did.
Ai ga kurushimi nara
lf to love is to suffer
Ikurademo kurushi mou
I will take any suffering
Sore ga kimino kokoro ni
Until my love reaches
Itsuka todoku made
To your heart someday
Kimi wa hikari, Boku wa kage
You are the light while I am the shadow
Hanre rarenai futari no kizuna
We share a bond that can never be broken
Kurushimeba kurushimu hodo
The more pain I suffer
Ai wa, ai wafukamaru
the deeper is my love
Oscar was stepping onto her own path after parting with Fersen.
Meanwhile, André, who had grown up with Oscar since childhood, was stunned to find himself seeing Oscar as a woman.
What would become of his illicit love?
Next episode on the Rose of Versailles:
"André, a Green Lemon"
Next: Episode 28: "André, a Green Lemon"
See you.