On my grave,
I would like it to say that I lived in a land where it no longer rained.
On my grave,
I would like it to say that the tyrants had won,
but that we were still standing.
We've been stuck in the slums of Ségur for ten days.
The penitents search for us.
Our strength is waning.
There are too few of us.
How long can we hold out for?
No one knows.
On my grave, I would like it to say that to ignite hope,
I went down the darkest paths.
A hundred thousand ducats
as payment for capturing the Devil's spawn.
A hundred thousand ducats for the evil prince and princess.
Come on, move!
This drought is our punishment from God.
The Devil has corrupted Ségur.
And God expects us to overcome him.
God wants us to do penance now!
Penance! Penance!
And do you want to please God?
Yes! Yes!
Yes!
Give us the Devil's spawn now!
Hand over the… unholy princess and prince!
Do you believe in our Almighty God,
maker of Heaven and Earth?
And do you submit to his rage?
Yes.
Louder.
-Yes! -Do you reject Satan?
His works?
And all his empty promises?
The Church is lying!
The Devil doesn't exist!
Nor does the spawn of the Devil!
They're lying to you! The Devil doesn't exis…
It's her!
Come with me! Don't let her escape!
She's here! Go, go, go!
This way!
There she is!
-I told you not to go. -I told you I'd go anyway.
Did he suffer?
He was shouting that the Church lied to us all.
And there's no devil spawn or a devil to begin with.
But if I'm not from the Devil, what did the one-eyed woman want?
Forget her. All that rubbish died with her.
Morning.
-She said I could save the world. -Forget her, okay?
She was crazy. You don't save the world by killing children.
There is nothing more to be done. The penitents will succeed.
There are too few of us. We must leave.
We don't have to.
The people are with us.
Nobody wants the penitents or believes their nonsense.
They have fear, but if the prince shows himself,
they will take up arms and fight alongside us.
The slums are ready to ignite. They just need someone to light the flame.
The prince is in no fit state.
Even if he were, it'd be a massacre. We'd all die, and he'd be first.
Starving peasants can't take on an army of madmen.
So, we'll run away like a bunch of cowards
and let them pillage and torture and do nothing?
I'm a soldier, not a coward.
I'd need an army of you, Thibault. There's not even 50 of you.
We will organise our escape to Lamartine.
So, you let the devil spawn escape.
The slums are vast.
I need more men.
And the people refuse to give her away. They're hiding her.
So, it's their fault that you're not able to capture a child?
I gave you the power to enforce holy justice
and you can't even manage to get yourself respected
by a handful of slum dwellers?
So, what use are you
if you're not able to inspire fear?
God is ashamed of you!
I'm his most faithful servant.
But unearthing this devil spawn won't help us win the holy war.
What do you know?
I know there's no devil coming. He's an invention of your predecessors.
So, if the Devil doesn't exist, how can she be his offspring?
Ah.
Now, you're using your brain. Hurrah!
Haven't you come far?
But that's not what I dragged you out of the sewers for.
So don't you dare challenge my orders.
Sorry, meus pater.
He's useless to us now.
We're not going to lug this traitor all the way to Lamartine.
Lothar wants to kill your father.
He won't get away with this.
Hortense, do something.
You will pay for all your crimes. For Tancrède and for all the others.
Hortense, my dear, help me.
Tell your little soldier to put down his weapon.
You'd allow them to kill me?
What would've happened to me in your plan with Penance?
You're my only child. I'd have made sure you were spared.
Yeah, sorry, I don't believe a word.
Wait! I know how to kill Brother Penance and the archbishop.
A secret passage that links up to the prince's chambers.
This weasel would say anything to save his rotten hide.
Ask him then. I took the path with the prince.
But even if we sneak in assassins,
the archbishop and Penance are well guarded.
We'll have to get their men out of the citadel.
How though?
An uprising in the slums.
So, I will be your flame, Thibault.
If the Princess of Ségur shows herself in full armour then what you say is true.
They will fight by our side.
The archbishop will send his troops, leaving it clear for our assassins.
No way. You'll just get yourself killed.
It's our only chance to get rid of Penance and the archbishop.
You're not married. You're not their princess.
So tell me why the city's militants are looking for me all over?
Your Highness, I recognise you as the Princess of Ségur.
And I would be proud to die by your side.
Are you insane?
You want to fight?
I want to, yes. For them.
These are strangers to you.
-They'd lose hope if I went. -The best gift you could give them.
Because hope is dangerous. It just makes you desperate.
-You don't have to stay, Néro. -Hmm.
-You've already helped. -No, but…
-Go with Perla to Lamartine. -You want to be buried here?
Like you are bothered?
When did you start caring?
Perla won't go if you don't.
I'll speak to her.
Thank you, Your Highness.
Thank you.
So, you'll stay here?
-They hired me to kill them. -How much money?
None.
You're going with her, of course.
They have no hope of getting out of this.
It's suicide.
-Talk to her. -She's aware of that.
But it's not suicide, it's sacrifice. You wouldn't understand.
Get Perla far away from here.
And look after her.
This way. Near the cemetery.
Where? Point it out to me.
I can't do that. I'll remember it when I see it.
Let's go check.
To be sure it's there.
If this passage isn't made up, we'll put the plan into action.
Zineb and I will deal with Penance and the archbishop.
You'll stay with the princess.
So we can all die a hero.
My dad and Zineb will take the secret passage.
And meanwhile, Hortense will stir the revolt.
And I will, and Lothar, and all the soldiers.
Not you, Perla.
How do you think you'll stop me?
With chains?
Anyway, it's not your decision. I decide if I want to fight.
I have a mission for you.
You'll come with Zineb and I, and we'll kill these two bastards.
You can sneak in anywhere, we can't.
We'll scout it tomorrow.
I dreamt of this moment.
But it's not how I imagined it.
It's dangerous to dream. It frustrates you.
I don't believe your hero story.
I just haven't worked out why you're doing it yet.
My maid told me you might be able to get me some root.
You're fine though.
Even if you weren't, I prefer you to suffer.
I know.
I'm glad you're staying.
What are you doing?
I don't know.
I said, "I'm glad you're staying" not "stick your tongue in my mouth".
"I'm glad you're staying" is, uh…
Well, it means that a bit, right?
Not at all.
Mm, sorry.
It was stupid.
I'm scared, Néro.
You won't die, Hortense.
I was wrong. The plan's good.
I saw the slum dwellers. They'll follow you.
Maybe because you're foolish or because you're infuriating,
or… you're a beautiful woman.
But one thing's for sure, you have a gift. That look in your eyes…
You make us want to be better.
-Your father… -Mmm?
Do you trust him?
Mmm… generally, no.
He's not telling the truth.
What?
It's too good to be true, this secret passage of his.
Why didn't he mention it before?
-Do you think it's a trap? -I don't know.
I have a bad feeling though.
I'll come with you tomorrow.
Where are you off to?
I'm on guard duty.
You need sleep, Perla.
Do you think that he'll be okay?
I'd like to say he will, but I don't know.
But you and me, we'll live.
And so will Hortense.
And we'll kill those two bastards.
Someone from the slums gave us this map.
God has just answered us.
What are they doing here? We're not taking them with us, are we?
They're being hunted all over. What do you want? To get captured?
They're coming too.
I'll check over there!
Move it!
Get out of the way!
What's going on?
The cemetery's full of penitents. We can't go further. There's a traitor.
What? I've spent ten days chained up in this shit-hole.
We need the girl. Find her.
Let's go.
-Captain. -Yes?
This is from Néro. He told me to give it to you after he'd left.
-We have to leave. -What about the prince?
-Lothar and the others? -I'll warn them. Run.
I'm coming with you.
-So am I. -No. No.
-I will. -Go to Lamartine. It's the only way.
No.
-I can't abandon them. -Hortense!
It's over here. You want to save Ségur?
Go back to Lamartine, mount an army.
You're no use dead.
He did it.
-What? -This was his idea.
You really are pathetic.
Is it because I love him? Tancrède and now this?
-Kill him. He deserves it. -Your plan was suicide.
He couldn't persuade you, so he's blown it open.
Why did he make sure you came along?
What excuse did he find for you to come along with us?
Huh?
Tell me you didn't.
Tell me you didn't do that.
I gave them warning to escape.
-You double-crossed us? -You'd die, what do you expect?
-That you kill the tyrants! -Shh! The world's full of tyrants.
A couple more makes no difference.
This is really who you are?
And that's how you die a hero?
I only love you and Perla.
Perla?
Perla! Go back to Lamartine!
Hortense…
He's right. There's nothing more to be done here.
Let's go back and take power in Lamartine.
We'll come back to save Ségur with an army.
Come on.
Come.
Perla!
Penance! Penance!
Perla? Perla!
Penance! Penance! Penance!
Perla!
Penance! Penance!
Hey!
Let go! Let go!
Come here!
Back, now.
So the penance is seeing your fucked-up face.
On your feet.
Kill me.
My faith always protects me.
True faith will always thwart you.
Give to God.
For you. From my daughter.
Flee!
Where is she?
There!
Yeah, we got him!
Only you can save us.
Perla!
No, no!
Perla! Perla!
What's this?
Meus pater…
God has heard us.
The drought is over. God has pardoned us.
Our repentance has been heard.
Can't you comprehend?
The child was sacrificed. The ritual has taken place.
It's not God. It's her.
It's her who made it rain.
The child has nothing to do with it.
-My word, my repentance saved us. -Be silent, you fool!
You're an idiot!
How dare you answer back to me?
I'm the one you should thank! You are nothing in the eyes of God.
Do you hear? Just a leper.
A leper who is always giving to God.
And you?
What do you give to God to deserve his pardon?
The penitents won.
My loved ones are probably dead already.
But for a brief moment,
the orphan I was would have known the happiness of having a family.
On my grave, I would like it to say,
"Her name was Perla."
"Daughter of an assassin and a whore."
"And she was the last witch." whore."