>>18966715HOOD
(cont.)
The monsters who deign to call themselves 'The Committe of Public Safety' have sent their agents among you. Today, they go to their fate, that which awaits all traitors.
Officer
Ready!
The line of soldiers raise their weapons, pointing them at the prisoners.
OFFICER
Fire!
We hear the crack! of musket-fire and
EXT. - Army Camp - day
SMASH CUT to a view of that scene from the lens of a spyglass. A plume of white smoke rises from the square.
CARTEAUX and BARRAS stand on a hillock, each peering through spyglasses down on TOULON.
CARTEAUX is a portly man in his 40's. Though he is balding, he wears a bold, unkempt moustache. His clothing, though fine, is disheveled. He wears the blue of the revolutionary army.
BARRAS is a sturdy, portly man in his late 30's, with curly black hair and sideburns. He stands with a rigidly straight back, staring hard down on the scene below. He too wears a blue coat.
CaRTEAUX
So (beat), they have raised the king's standard.
BARRAS
My General, forgive me, but we should be pressing the attack!
CARTEAUX glances sideways at BARRAS, frowning.
CARTEAUX
As you have said before, Barras. Need I remind you that our Chief of Artillery lies wounded? The poor son of a bitch is probably dying in there!
BARRAS
We have other, whole men who can do his job. And we may not need the artillery at all if--
CARTEAUX
No! No, no, again, no! We will wait for Donmartin to recover, or we will wait for his replacement to arrive!