All language subtitles for Marie Antoinette s02e07.eng

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Maid: Look, your baby sister
is being added to the painting.

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She's a pretty
little thing, isn't she?

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Perhaps some fresh air
would do you some good.

Or...

Or a carriage ride.

Well, I just pushed
a child out of my body,

so bouncing over
cobblestones holds little appeal.

I-I just meant that...

you've not left
your room in months.

I must get used to it.

I'm told it's unsafe
for me to leave Versailles.

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Yes.

That wretched Jeanne de Valois
and her vile lies.

I wish she was
the only one slandering me.

[Knock on door]

It's time for Madam Sophie
to go to the nursery.

No, I want to
keep her with me.

Thank you.

You are not required.

I told Yolande
to keep the secret.

If you're going to be angry
with anyone, it should be me.

Don't worry.

I'm still furious
at both of you.

Now, excuse me,
I was reading to Sophie.

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[Chains rattling,
man moaning in distance]

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I don't want
any visitors today.

Are you listening?
I said no visitors.

I'm here to help.

[Keys jangling]

Who are you?

An admirer who wants
you to live.

I hear you have
an infection. Let me see.

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Oh, it should have
healed by now.

You've been
picking at it.

Not much else to do
around here.

I have an ointment
that can help.

What do you want?

[Softly]
Oh, ****!

[Softly]
You have shown the King and Queen as tyrants,

but there is more
to be done.

I'm not interested
in politics.

Are you interested
in freedom?

We have presses
at the Palais Royal.

We use them to
produce material

that discredits
the royal regime.

Write your story,
and we'll print it.

In return...

I'll secure your escape
from this place.

What would I write?

Tales of life at Versailles
with the King and Queen.

I barely knew them.

It'd sell better
if you did.

I'll bring all you need
to write...

and to escape.

I'll never get
past this guard. He hates me.

I haven't had a meal
he hasn't spat in.

Mm. Write your story.
I'll deal with the rest.

[Keys jangling,
cell door banging]

[Indistinct chatter]

Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin.
Where's it gonna end up?

Ah...

Giddy up,
here comes your horse.

Clippity-clop, clippity-clop,
clippity-clop.

Breteuil: Your Majesty.

I'm afraid we have another
blackmail letter from England.

I told you,
I don't want to know.

Well, this time La Motte
has included proof.

He has your
private letters

and has divined
their intimate content.

I will go to London
and negotiate.

Whatever he wants is
a small price.

He gets nothing.

Let him publish
and be damned.

Well, yes, but...

you need to think of
the wider implications.

I...forbid you
from taking this any further.

Thank you, Breteuil.

Say what you have to say.

He's right.

You can't dismiss this.

Listen, I know it's hard
to think about

the Dauphin's situation,

but one day, Normandy
will be the next King of France.

These letters confirm the
timeline of our relationship,

and they'll cast doubt
on the boy's parentage.

It's blackmail.

I'm not giving in
to blackmail.

Let me deal with this.

I know London.

I'll find your letters.

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By the time you get
back from England, I'll be myself again.

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Promise.

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Mustard paste,
to clear the lungs.

How kind.

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[Groans, coughs]

Calonne?

Calonne: Oh, sorry.

Oh, Majesty.

[Coughing]

Fear not.

I have battled
through to deliver an official draft

of the tax reforms
for the Notables to approve.

Do other kings have to ask
permission to enact their will?

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What if the Notables defy me,
like the Parlement did?

They won't.

Vergennes has chosen them
carefully.

Apart from Orleans,

they are allies who will put
the needs of the country

above their own
selfish interests.

And when they endorse
your reforms,

you will be the king
who ushered in a new era for France.

And you will be the nation's
greatest financial controller.

We'll see.

And Vergennes will be
the most loyal

and honorable minister
a monarch could ask for.

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Vergennes? Vergennes?

Vergennes!

The doctor quickly,
the doctor, please.

Yes, yes.

Calonne: Help!

Where's the doctor? Now!

Please, please,
don't you dare leave me,

Please don't leave me,
Vergennes.

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What a terrible shock.

No man knows the hour
of his death.

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He was the only minister
who never betrayed me.

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And now I must persuade
the Notables without him.

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The Count De Vergennes
was a fine diplomat

and a great statesman.

It was his idea
to summon you here today

in this Assembly of Notables,

to hear my plans for improving
the revenue of the state

and assuring a more equitable
assessment of taxation.

Abuses in tax payment
are defected-

Excuse me, are defended

by self-interest
and ancient prejudice.

These tax abuses oppress
the wealth-producing,

laboring,
and professional class.

[All murmuring, shouting]

I plan to remedy this defect.

[Murmuring and shouting
continue]

A king who wants
the nobility and clergy to pay their own way.

Refreshingly democratic.

You won't be saying that
when you get a land tax bill

for your 6 million acres.

-If that's the price of reform.
-Oh, please.

The public might believe
your egalitarian codswallop,

but you don't fool me.

These proposals
are dangerous.

The ordinary people
already resent us.

If Louis enforces
these taxes,

the church and nobility
will hate us, too.

Josephine: Someone should
assassinate him.

Someone hasn't forgiven Louis
for banishing her girlfriend.

Still no letters
from the lovely Marguerite?

-[Grunts]

Well, she has not
forgotten you, my dear.

There could be a thousand
reasons for her silence.

Perhaps Marguerite
has rediscovered

her love for her husband.

It does happen.

A visitor
from Parlement.

-Gird yourself.
-I can come back later.

Provence: No, no, no.
Stay.

Close the door
on your way out.

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Does your brother know
you're entertaining his enemies?

He sees you here often enough.

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Oh, you may speak freely
in front of my wife.

Will the Notables approve
these, uh, tax reforms?

They are certainly more
amenable to the King's plans

than your parliament.

They've been hand picked
to agree,

and they don't know
the King is struggling with his faculties.

Parlement is concerned.

Well, it needn't be.

Reassure your colleagues

that I have no intention
of allowing my brother

to enact this lunacy.

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You knew.

The trial was a mistake.

I wonder what else you've been
right about over the years.

My life might have been
different

if I'd listened to you.

But perhaps not
so interesting.

Be honest.

Did you know before
I told you about the Dauphin?

No, of course not.

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Yolande knew.

But she didn't tell me.

I'm so sorry.

You would never keep
anything like that from me.

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I have kept
something from you.

Go on.

S-So, Yolande
was determined

that Calonne be made
financial controller.

That's no secret.

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He was appointed...

the night that you had
that dreadful miscarriage.

Yolande saw you collapsed,
but...

but she didn't
raise the alarm.

And she left you to bleed
while she pushed Calonne

for the job,
and she denied-

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I wanted to tell you
so many times.

But I thought
you wouldn't believe me.

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I do believe you.

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Jeanne, voice-over:
How can I compose

a skillful arrangement of events

or gracefully express myself

when I can only speak
a language dictated by sorrow?

But I must take up this pen
to protect my memory

from slanderous words of malice.

Jeanne: There you go.

Jeanne, voice-over: I have been
abused, insulted, and disgraced.

The wounds inflicted on
my honor are too deep to heal.

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Your Majesty.

I'm pleased to report
that the Notables

are broadly in favor of
the changes to taxation.

[Whispering] Thank God.

[Softly]
Never doubted it.

Provence: However,
before we discuss your proposals in more depth,

I must clarify a point
of confusion.

We are told
these new taxes are necessary

for the financial health
of the nation.

But according to Mr. Necker's
famous report,

our treasury makes an annual
profit of...

12 million livres.

[All murmuring]

That is more than enough
to serve the country.

So why does
His Majesty require more?

It is not
for the assembly to question

the King's requirements.

We might be reassured
if His Majesty showed us the accounts.

[All murmuring in agreement]

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I-I wasn't
suggesting that.

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[Door slams]

That bastard.

Remember your place.

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We have spent years
covering up the deficit

to save France
from financial ruin,

and your brother's undone
all our work in two minutes.

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Everyone's gonna blame us
for this mess.

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We have to tell them
the frightening truth.

We can't.

[Door opens]

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You bastard!

I didn't expect them
to ask to see the accounts.

Anyway, it was
a fair question.

Not in front
of the entire Assembly.

Fine.

If we are in surplus,

why are you
in need of money?

There is no surplus.

-But-but Necker-
-Necker!

Necker cooked the books
to hide our war spending.

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If I share the accounts,

it will show
that France is mired in debt

that multiplies
every single day.

How much do we owe?

Six billion.

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But you said...
"a bit of debt."

Six billion is not a bit.

-I thought I could fix-
-Just don't.

Don't.

Everyone was so pleased
with me after the war.

I didn't want to
let them down.

Why on Earth would
you let me buy Saint-Cloud?

To prevent you
and the children from suffering,

not for my mistakes.
I would-

You deceived me.

About this,
about the Dauphin's health.

Louis: I am a truthful man.

I never deceived you
about anything.

You are a liar!

I don't know what to do.

Alright? I don't know
how to rule.

-I need Vergennes.
-No, you don't.

You still have Calonne.

[Indistinct chatter]

Why did you want
to see me?

I know you've been
whispering in corners

with the King's brother.

Is treason afoot?

My concern is always
the preservation of the crown.

[Door opens]

Well, this is cozy.

I tried to stop her.

She wouldn't take no
for an answer.

I heard you'd been summoned
to a chinwag.

Did I miss my invitation?

Well, forgive me,
Madame De Rohan,

I didn't know you were
joined at the hip.

Only when it comes
to foiling your nasty

little political maneuvers.

My efforts saved your nephew
from the scaffold.

But did not save him
from exile.

Felicit�: No good deed
goes unpunished.

Well, now you're here,

perhaps we can find
common ground.

Show me one point
on which we agree.

The King is a fool.

I concede that his plans for
tax reform suggest idiocy.

Well, if he wants us
to feather his nest,

he must show the Notables
the accounts.

For all we know,
he requires a new tax

to fund his wife's
jewelry collection.

Don't you believe the nobility
should pay their way?

-We do pay!

In blood, shed for the King
on the battlefield.

Those who don't desert
their post.

[Scoffs]

Y-You are mistaken.

I served with honor.

Really?
I heard you abandoned ship

at the first sound
of cannon fire.

But it's so hard to know
who to believe these days.

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Antoinette, can't we
just go back to how we were?

I mean, you can't be
angry with me forever.

-I can do as I please.
-[Scoffs]

Marie: It's just
I can't find my notebook.

-Where is it?
-Leave us.

Marie: Oh, stay
where you are.

This is petty.

You know Louis swore me
to secrecy.

You left me to bleed.

Yolande: She's lying.

She's always been jealous
of our friendship.

My notebook.

I need to write a list
of economies.

You cannot believe her
over me.

I've been at your side
since you were a girl.

I loved you for it!

Even when your behavior
has grieved me,

I have preferred it
to the pain of losing you!

So many people want me dead.

Just never thought
you would be one of them.

No.

-No, no, no, please-
-Don't you-

[Gasps]

You are not
in your right mind.

Antoinette, you
cannot abandon me.

You may stay at court
as long as you please,

but your welfare is
no longer my concern.

Leave.

There. It is done.

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You and I are the same.

We have both devoted years
to loving individuals...

unworthy of our affection.

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Calonne: Necker!

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[Grunting]

I'm sure you all appreciate
that sharing the accounts

outside of an official
financial report

would be, um...
against formality.

Instead, may I suggest,
as delegate,

I could confer with His Majesty
and relay said information?

You want the truth?

Here it is. The accounts.

[Murmuring]

Every single secret loan

that Necker ever took out
to hide the war expenditure.

Provence:
What the hell, Calonne?

The King is not to blame
for this mess, nor me.

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Calonne?

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Calonne: We're not in surplus,
and we never have been.

Thanks to Necker, we're
in terrible, catastrophic debt,

and the only way to fix it

is for you dimwits
to approve the tax reforms.

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-What are you doing?
-Let them see the truth.

They need to understand
what's at stake.

No. No, don't.

You traitor!

Calonne: We have to. It's over.

You traitor,
get out of my sight!

[Grunts]

[All murmuring]

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Give me those.

Give them, give them! Now!

Louis!

Get a grip.
You look deranged.

It's you.
It's your fault.

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[Breathing heavily]

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Louis?

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I am a liar,
and now I've been exposed.

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You didn't have a choice.

I see why you hid it.

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Calonne betrayed me.

He must go.

No.

Then I will have no one.

You have me.

I will help you.

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France is grateful
for your service.

If I go now...

all the work we've done,
it will be for nothing.

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I see.

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Felicit�, whispering:
Clothes.

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There's a carriage
waiting outside

in the name Monsieur Henri.

[Whispering]
What about the guards?

They've been bribed.

Even him?

No.

He might take a little
extra persuasion.

You might find the filling
a little sharp.

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What is going on
with Louis?

He's not turning up
to any of his meetings.

-He's been resting.
-There is no time.

He needs a new
financial controller.

-He's aware.
-The Assembly was chaos.

-And Paris, it is out of cont-
-Shh!

People are openly
spouting dissent without fear of censure.

Louis must deal with it.
He can't just hide away.

-I must see him.
-He's not taking visitors.

Well, if you won't
tell him what's happening, then I will.

He is not taking any visit-

Nurse!

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You've rested long enough.

Louis? What are you doing?

I tried to map the...

the course of La Perouse,
but I couldn't.

Marie:
I told you to leave him.

-Leave him.
-Provence: He's not dressed.

-He's not well.
-Go!

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Marie:
Louis. Louis. Come on.

They're blaming you for this.
They are blaming you for this.

They're calling you
Madame Deficit,

-and it's-it's my fault.
-Well, I don't care

what they call me!

-But I can't do anything.
-Oh, you can, you can.

-You can. You must.
-I can't do anything.

-Look at me. Look at me.
-I can't rule!

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I can't rule.

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You sent for me?

What do I need to know?

About what?

Politics. The economy.
Everything.

-The King-
-Is temporarily indisposed.

Oh, my gosh.
My mother ruled an empire.

I'm sure I can look
after France for a day or two.

Now, tell me.
What's going on?

The Assembly
of Notables has failed.

And the economy is hanging
by a thread.

We need money now.

How much?

Somewhere in
the region of 500 million.

Can we get another loan
from Parlement?

Unlikely.

They are furious about
the prospect of tax reform.

Then we must put
their minds at ease.

Who's our most vocal opponent
in Parlement?

Malherbe.

Bring him to me.

One more thing,
Your Majesty.

Please make it good news.

I'm afraid Jeanne La Motte
has escaped from prison.

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Josephine, voice-over:
Does your heart not ache

in the absence
of our exchanges?

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Perhaps you found
my correspondence dull.

This will be the last I write.

I will trouble you no more.

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[Sobbing]

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[Door opens]

The Queen is meeting
with Malherbe.

Well, that's nice.

For God's sake, wake up!
This is serious.

Louis has genuinely lost
his mind.

Well, isn't that
what you wanted?

I don't know.

[Josephine sighs]

I didn't want her ruling
in his place.

What should we do?

I don't know.
It doesn't matter.

What-what do you mean?

[Sighs]

It's all so pointless.

[Sobbing]

She abandoned me and...

[Sobbing continues]

Your Majesty.

Thank you for coming.

Uh, where is-

The King is
on urgent business.

I speak
as his ambassador.

This is most irregular.

These are irregular times.

Now, politics are
not my forte.

So, obviously, I don't
understand

the details of the King's
proposal, but...

he wants
the Parlement to lend him 500 million livres.

[Scoffs]

That's impossible.
I demand to see the King.

In-in-in return-
almost forgot-

he will drop
his tax reforms.

Huh.

There will be no
increased tax

on the church
and nobility?

Oh, no.
No need to bother them.

No need for extra taxes
if the Paris Parlement

just grants Louis
the money he requires.

Well...it will have
to be debated.

The King respects
due process.

Hmm.

Tea?

[Indistinct chatter]

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Louis: Why are they
still talking?

Marie:
It's just a formality.

Once they agree the loan,
we can go back.

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-I have had enough of this.
-Louis, just a little longer.

Just a little longer.

-No, I've had enough.
-No, Louis, no, no.

Louis, please, please.

You have debated long enough.

[Chatter continues]

[Loudly] You have debated
long enough!

The matter is decided.

You will give me the loan
I require.

Majesty, we must
follow proceedings.

He's right, Louis.
Please sit down.

My-my word is enough
for this to pass.

I command this edict
to be registered!

Orleans: Registration without
the consent of Parlement

is illegal.

It is legal because I am King
and I want it!

Monsieur President,

His Majesty's request
must be declared null and void.

The Duke of Orleans
is correct.

The King's demand
for a loan is denied.

No. No!

Traitor.

You are a traitor.
You're all traitors, everyone.

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The King's behavior
demonstrates

that Parlement must have
the power to protect France

from royal despotism.

The crown must be held
accountable for its actions,

or France is vulnerable
to tyrannical rule.

[Applause]

[Cheering and applause]

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Put me down!

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Let me guess,
a letter from the King.

We should do this
somewhere more private.

No. Let's do it here.

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I've been banished
from Versailles again!

[Cheers and applause]

[Crickets chirping]

Ah. First Marguerite,
now Orleans.

If Louis keeps
banishing people,

you'll be ruling
from an empty palace.

You imagine that
alcohol consoles you.

I can see why.

But it's blunting
your wits, Josephine.

I've seen the papers

regarding
Marguerite's exile.

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Provence and Adelaide
were behind it.

Neither Louis nor I
have acted against you.

Pick your side carefully.

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Where are they?!

[Breathing heavily]

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[Sobbing]

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Marguerite, voice-over:
I am tormented.

Each hour that passes reminds
me of your indifference.

My husband keeps me confined
and guarded.

I plot every hour
to find a way back to you.

I will have my revenge
on this man who has wronged me.

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Mr. Necker.

You remember this room?

I occupied it
for many years.

While you ran up the deficit.

Yes.

And yet the people loved you.

For some reason,
they still do.

The King doesn't share
their admiration for you,

and neither do I.

But it has been decided that
you should return to government

as financial controller.

Thank you, but I
no longer seek office.

This is not a request.

You got us into this mess.

Now get us out of it.

Unfortunately, it seems you're
the only one who can do that.

We look forward to hearing
your proposals.

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[Door closes]

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La Motte:
What are you wearing?

Trousers. I like them.

What did I miss?

Swedish invasion.

Fersen must
really love her.

[Clattering]

[Thunder rumbles]

Now you try?

[Baby chatters and laughs]

[Baby fussing]

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Uh...hey, come on,
we're going to go.

Got to go now.
Let's go.

[Baby fusses]

Uh, Nurse?
Can you fetch the Dauphin?

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[Nurse gasps]

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Quickly now, come along.

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Fersen: Back home, it's
tradition for the father to...

to build the coffin.

He goes out
to collect spruce

and thistle down
to make a mattress...

so he's sure that
the child's comfortable, even in death.

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The doctor said
she didn't suffer.

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She just slipped away...

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in her sleep.

[Knock on door]

I'm sorry, but I must
speak with the Queen.

-Can't it wait?
-I'm afraid not.

The situation in
the countryside is worse

than we originally thought.

Go on.

The peasants were
already hungry

before the storm wiped out
the harvest.

Now more starving people
are heading to Paris

looking for food.

We need to
provide more aid.

But do we have
the resources? The deficit-

We have been making
savings, yes.

Not enough to make
a difference.

We can't let people starve

because of a stupid hailstorm.

There are also other
factors at play.

Our agents suspect
Orleans is buying up grain

and storing it for himself.

-Oh, my God.
-Do you want him arrested?

We-we can't act
on suspicions.

Every move we make

only increases his popularity
with the people.

-Well, how do we proceed?
-[Sighs]

We-we...

What about Louis?

Is he aware of this?

His nerves are still bad.

I thought it better
to come to you.

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[Bells tolling]

We hardly talk these days.

I am busy with my cause.

Ah, yes, abolition.

Little tip- if you want
to achieve anything,

you have to play dirty.

What do you mean?

Is there any bread?
We're starving.

Woman: Please, please, sir.
Just a bit of bread.

Woman: Please, sir,
just some bread. Please.

-Take that hailstorm.
-A dreadful disaster.

Yes, but also
an opportunity.

An enterprising man
can make capital in a time of shortage.

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Peasants are killing
themselves to escape hunger,

and you want to make
money from misery?

Not money. Capital.

Political capital.

Versailles has no money
to help them.

Perhaps they will turn
their allegiance to someone

who can actually feed them.

You're despicable.

No. I mean it.

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Good luck with your cause.

If you're going to take
the moral high ground,

you'll need it.

Everyone!

[Crowd quiets]

Tell the people to come
to the door of my kitchen.

I have plenty of bread to share.

[Crowd murmurs]

Necker: My popularity has
given the market a boost,

but the fundamental problem
of the debt remains.

Why did you lie?

About the deficit.

Speak.

Sometimes one must tell
a monarch what he wants to hear.

[Muffled laugh]

Tell me the truth.

Tell me only the truth.

To save the economy,
the King must

enact his tax reforms
immediately.

-How?
-The only way to do that

is to call
an estates general.

-A what?
-An old institution.

Representatives of the clergy,

nobility, and commoners
gather to advise the King.

Necker, I've never
heard of it.

That's because the estates
general hasn't gathered

for over 100 years.

Well, what if-
if we do nothing?

Famine. Rising prices.

A rebellious aristocracy
eager to limit the King's power.

Yes. Something will snap.

You must talk to the King.

You have to convince him

to summon the estates general
immediately.

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Marie, voice-over: I asked
you to come because,

well, everything
got too much-

the deficit,
Vergennes, Sophie.

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Louis needs time
and rest.

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And me.

The country also needs me,
so I'm just...

Between my duties
and the children, I...

-I don't know how to-
-You're sending me away.

No, I'm, I'm-

Well, that is what
it sounds like.

I'm split into
too many pieces.

Now? Seriously?

No, I'm...I just,
I don't have time

for a private life,
not at the moment.

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It's fine.

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Felicit�: Hot off the press.

Jeanne La Motte
de Valois,

"My Life at Versailles."

-Any good?
-The crown is gonna hate it.

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"Oh, I have some strong
opinions

Orleans and Jeanne:
about the government of my country"...

Jeanne: One day,
I hope to see a government

that dispenses freedom
and happiness...

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and the abolishment
of institutions

that give one class of men
the impunity

to oppress another.

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But let it be known

that whatever ingenuity
my enemies use to turn the tide

of popular prejudice
against me,

I will seat myself here,
firmly on the rock of truth,

even as the angry waves
of falsehood

break with fury at my feet.

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