All language subtitles for Marie.Antoinette.S02E08.WEB.DUBBED.H264-RBB

A riot?

At a factory
in Paris.

Has it been suppressed?

The situation
is still unfolding.

There are... a large number
of casualties.

I'm sorry.
Is this an appropriate setting?

I'm interested
in current affairs.

Well, eat it now.
Get some strength.

So, how did
the trouble start?

Someone spread a rumor
that wages were to be cut.

Someone?

Soldiers are finding these

in the pockets
of the agitators.

Thank you.

Some have confessed
to being

in the pay of
the Duke of Orleans.

Well, that's the proof we need.
Arrest him.

That may be unwise.

The Duke is inexplicably
popular with the people.

Well, so are you.
It doesn't mean

you can get away with treason.
Use a spoon.

For once,
I agree with Mr. Necker.

Orleans has won over
the Parisians

with his generous charity
and distributions of bread.

Because he is holding grain.

And yet, according
to his printing presses,

I am the grain thief.

If I were, then this bread
wouldn't be full of sawdust.

Replace it.

Oh, no, don't,
don't, don't bother.

We're finished here. I have to
get ready for the Estates General.

Darling, finish your meal.
Finish your meal.

Spirits are restless.

But an assembly
of the nation's...

Spirits are restless.

The day my heart has
been waiting for, for so long

has finally arrived.
Has finally arrived.

An assembly of the nation's
representatives will...

Listen only to the advice
of wisdom and Prudence.

Your Majesty.
Are you ready?

The third estate
don't need convincing

by your tax reforms.

You must focus on persuading
the first and second.

Still feels
like a terrible gamble

to put him in front of
such a large crowd.

His nerves are poor.

If your hands shake,
put them behind your back.

- I find that helps.
- Shut up, both of you.

I know what to do.

You look
magnificent.

Madame Deficit
in all her finest.

Good luck.

So, there are 3 types
of people in the kingdom.

There are bishops and priests.

They are called first estate.

Then there are
the knights and nobles.

They are called
the second estate.

And then...
there's everyone else.

The ordinary people
who work for a living.

They are called
the third estate.

The ordinary people
are very small.

Yes, but there's a lot of them.

And some of them
are very clever.

Papa hopes that the third estate
will help him persuade

the first and second
that they must pay more tax.

Whoop!

Just speak it
as we practiced.

You'll be wonderful.

His Majesty, the King.

Her Majesty, the Queen.

Silence for the King!

This is the day
my heart has been waiting for.

To be here,

surrounded by the
representatives of the country

I am so proud to command.

Much time has passed
since the last gathering

of these estates general.

Times have changed.
Monarchs have changed.

But the values which guide us
remain the same.

- I stand before you...
- Stupid whore.

The 16th of my name.

Spirits are restless.

But let agreement reign
in this assembly

as we work together
for the happiness and prosperity

of our great kingdom.

I speak as a sovereign, who is
the first friend of his people.

- God save the King!
- Long live the King!

- God save the Queen!
- Long live the Queen!

God save the Queen!

Long live the Queen!

Are they being sarcastic?

No. No, I don't
think they are.

God save the Queen!

It's cats and dogs
out there.

That's London.

Put that bloody book down.

Not as if you
don't know the plot.

I can't get enough
of the central character.

She's fabulous.

I'd like her more
if she made some money

from those scribblings.

I'm sure the publisher
will pay me soon.

Yeah.
I got you a present.

For me?

Hell.

Perhaps now you can
stop stealing my clothes.

Another dress?

Thought you didn't have
any spare cash.

I always have enough
to treat my favorite girl.

Oh, come on.
Can you just tell me

where you've hidden
the rest of your diamonds?

Like I said, they're gone.

I spent them making
this place nice for you.

You didn't know
I was going to turn up.

You always do.

And the sooner you accept that
we are meant to be together,

the happier you'll be.

Seriously, though.
Where are those diamonds?

What on earth?

Mademoiselle Tussaud
is making a model of my head.

When her work is done,

I will be displayed
in the window of the bookshop

so people can admire me.

What if no one
stops to look?

You underestimate
my popularity.

It helps that your
kitchen feeds half of Paris.

These rumors
about hoarding grain.

- Are they true?
- What if they are?

I want you to be the solution
to the people's misery,

not the cause of it.

One can't make a souffle
without breaking some eggs.

Look what you did with
"The Marriage of Figaro"

and Jeanne's memoirs.

That's not the same.

We're close.
Don't bottle it.

Louis thinks the estates
general will save him,

but that remains to be seen.

These are the books
of complaints, you see?

Papa asked the whole kingdom
to send him their worries

so he can solve them.

I'm not sure how
Papa will fix this one, though.

These people are complaining
that the crows eat their crops.

Papa?

I got another one.

Oh.

Shall we see
how it compares?

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

What do you think?

Biggest one yet.

Any news from
the estates general?

No.

I don't understand.

I mean, why the delay?

Well, the third estate
believe they are disadvantaged

by the voting system.

But Mr. Necker advises me
not to be part of the debate,

not to intervene.

He thinks they can sort it out
for themselves.

Mr. Necker.

He's a great advocate
of doing nothing?

I loathe him, too.

But he seems to understand
what the ordinary people desire.

Just like Jeanne de Valois.

Her memoirs are selling
like hot cakes.

I thought I'd destroyed every
copy, but more keep coming on.

- I'm sorry.
- Oh, you can't suppress her.

Whatever's thrown at her,
she bounces right back.

This isn't living.
I need an adventure.

Let's go to America.

We wouldn't have
to hide there.

It's too far.

From what?

Everything.

I can't be crossing
the Atlantic every time

I want to see the boys.

The boys are in the earth.

Besides, what's in America
you can't have here?

Life.
There, we could be anyone.

I'm getting too old
for capers.

Why can't we be happy
with what we have?

Darling? Wake up.

Oh, my God.
Louis, he's really, really cold.

He's cold, darling.

- Bring a doctor.
- No, no, no. Come on.

Wake up. No, no.

Sire, etiquette says
the body must be prepared

as quickly as possible.

No. Don't take him.
Don't take him.

- It's etiquette.
- No! No!

I will take him.

-I know. I know. I'm here.
I've got you.

I've got you.

It's OK. I know.
I'm here.

What now?

His heart will be buried
at Saint-Denis.

His body at Val-de-Grace.
It will be a simple funeral.

But he's old enough
for a state funeral.

It wouldn't be right.

Not with the economy as it is.

- But...
- Excuse me.

Where are you going?

Hunting.

Louis...

Antoinette, I am so, so sorry
for your loss.

Any more correspondence?

The rest require
the King's signature.

He is hunting.

But is he well?

The Dauphin has set him back.

We must protect him
from undue pressure.

Inside, outside.

- Outside.
- Outside.

Outside. Inside.

And how are you?

I'm fine.

There's no time
to be anything else.

Your Majesty, I speak on behalf
of these men

of the third estate.

This is an inconvenience.
You must make an appointment.

Sorry.

What are you doing?

We tried.
But you refused to see us.

I am in mourning.

Sire, with respect,

you must settle the argument
about how we vote.

The privileged estates
insist on an ancient system

that denies the ordinary man
his voice.

- I cannot intervene.
- Someone must.

These men represent
the majority of your subjects.

My son is new in his grave.
Are none of you fathers?!

Enough. Remove these men.

Wait.
Remember yourselves.

Your Majesties have
our condolences.

But until this matter
is resolved,

the meeting hall
stands empty.

And the financial situation
grows worse by the day,

and unless the estates
can meet,

you may find yourself
mourning your child...

and your kingdom.

- How are we treated?
- As nothing!

- What should we become?
- Something!

- What is the Third Estate?
- Everything!

- How are we treated?
- As nothing!

- What should we become?
- Something!

- What is the Third Estate?
- Everything!

- How are we treated?
- As nothing!

- What is the Third Estate?
- Everything!

200 pages of drivel,
and I don't even get a mention.

First Marguerite,
and now Jeanne de Valois.

Seems you're
rather forgettable.

Let's go back.

I'll make you up another
of your powders.

Louis is telling Normandy
that he's the new Dauphin.

Poor boy.

When our
older brother died...

Louis inherited his
diamond buckle shoes.

Obviously.
They were too tight.

But Louis...
he wore them for days.

They nearly hobbled him.

And now, all that
stands between you

and the throne
is that child.

Should he increase
his bodyguard?

I'm not a monster.

But does his spine look
a little crooked to you?

No.

Anyway, at this rate, you
might beat the king to the grave.

What did the doctor say about
your stomach complaint?

Why would I consult a doctor?

It's only indigestion.

Jeanne, voice-over: I have
read authors who assert

that courage is a
characteristic of the male sex.

But I consider it a desirable
qualification for a woman.

I have made it
my life's mission

to acquire sufficient bravery

to withstand
life's misfortunes,

of which I have encountered
more than my fair share.

There's a problem
with the third estate.

They're tired of waiting for
the first and second

to agree to their demands.

I'm afraid they've taken
matters into their own hands.

You may have heard
that the representatives

of the third estate have broken
away from the estates general.

Yes.

Necker has informed me that...

they have declared themselves
a National Assembly.

Pardon, a what?

The sole legislative body

in France, apparently.

- But you make the law.
- Yes.

However, they wish to kindly
relieve me of that burden.

They've proclaimed...
I can proclaim myself

the King of the Congo.

It does not make it so.

And why are they
on our tennis court?

They're drafting a constitution
to limit royal power.

- Well, that's awkward.
- A constitution?

You must
do something.

Yes, we must do something.
What do we do?

- I don't know.
- Something, Louis.

It's probably just a phase,
isn't it?

Necker, what do you think?

It's hard to tell...

It's hard to tell?
You're supposed to be

an adviser, so advise.

There's something to be said
for giving them what they want.

I'm sorry.
Are you serious?

You could give them
a constitution.

- Oh, God.
- A hand in power.

And the...
And the moon on a stick.

Careful, Necker.
I know you're a commoner,

but you're supposed
to be on our side now.

Forget appeasement.

Now is the time to impose
your sovereign authority.

Excuse me.
I need time to think.

He can't
show weakness.

The crown will be at risk
if he does.

Yes, well, perhaps the best way
forward is a compromise.

Thank you, Necker.

A compromise?
Excellent plan.

That way, no one gets
what they want.

Do you have
a better idea?

You're in
a terrible state.

Provence, let me
take you back.

You'll feel better
after a nap.

We demand
to see the King.

He's busy.

This preposterous
National Assembly

is illegal.

Thank you for
your insight.

It robs the crown
and the parliament

of all authority.

Never mind that.
It turns the whole

natural order
on its head.

The nobility will
not be dictated to

by commoners
and imbeciles.

Who learnt from
your example.

You defy the King's
authority at every turn.

In the parliament,

at the notables, in your salons
and your drawing rooms.

In your arrogance,

you saw yourself more fit
to govern

than the man appointed by God.

Who is himself unfit.

Unfit?

The only difference
between you

and those imbeciles
in the National Assembly

is they have the guts
to finish the job.

Out of my way, boy.

Provence, don't!

I regret I let you embroil me
in your treachery.

God will judge me
for my actions.

But I will face
no judgment from you.

Get out.

Out!

My treachery.

Your Majesty?

From Marguerite.

Is he there?

Yes, he is.

Leave me.
I'm unwell.

Sorry to hear that.

I know we don't
always agree.

But Louis respects
your advice.

Continue.

Well, I believe

that certain individuals
are exploiting

this unhappy situation
for their own political ends.

You mean my cousin?

Orleans' ambition
grows by the day,

but I am also concerned
about Mr. Necker.

He is courting popularity
with the people...

and the army.

And he's very keen
to persuade the King

to surrender his
God-given powers.

You suspect a coup?

Is it possible?

He wouldn't be
the first commoner

to seize a King's crown.

His support
of the National Assembly

could be the start
of a power grab.

He needs to go.

Yes.

But Paris supports him.

If we were to
get rid of him...

the city may
turn against us.

We don't have enough troops
stationed nearby to support us.

Order reinforcements
from the borderlands.

They're less likely
to be infected by treachery.

Wife, fix me my powders.

You and the Queen
in league?

The world really is
upside down.

We're both loyal to Louis.

Changed your tune.

Well, lately,
I've had occasion to...

reflect on my choices.

The doctor believes something
is eating at my innards.

Bitterness
and unfulfilled ambition?

That, and...

something more terminal.

What's the special occasion?

You going out?

No, um...

Fancied a change,
that's all.

You look nice.

Well, if that's
all your conversation,

I'll go down to the pub.

Have a nice time.

Don't do anything
I wouldn't do.

That leaves things
wide open.

Oh, dear.

It's Belize all over again.

But without the pirates,
unfortunately.

And where are you running
off to this time, then?

So, you're leaving,
then, for America?

- I think they'll like me there.
- I'm sure they will.

Come on, give me
the diamonds.

- I'd rather not.
- You're not leaving till you do.

Jeanne de la Motte,
show yourself!

Search everywhere!

You there,
look through those rooms.

You, upstairs!

Guards.

- Did you do this?
- No.

She must be somewhere
in the building!

Just hide yourself.
I'll deal with them.

- There she is!
- What are you doing?

Jeanne de la Motte,
you're under arrest!

Jeanne. Jeanne.
Jeanne!

La Motte, you're under arrest.

Jeanne, voice-over: Whenever my
eyes met those of Her Majesty,

she honored me with a smile.

A fatal smile
that allured me to my ruin.

And when Her Majesty saluted me
in this affable manner,

I attempted to convey how much
I felt myself honored,

and how extremely grateful
I was for her attentions.

How did she die?

She fell from a window.

What happened?

Apparently,
her husband pushed her.

I believe Necker
is encouraging the rebels

at the National Assembly.

So, what do you want to do?

I've done it.

I sent him into exile.

Guards are escorting him
back to Geneva.

Did...

Marguerite!

I thought I'd never find you.

I didn't plan on
this chaos

when I chose
the meeting point.

We need to get you
out of here.

If someone recognizes you...
No, no, I don't care.

- No, you don't understand.
- It's really you.

You don't understand.

The discontent has spread
from the countryside.

Not just to Paris.
It's everywhere.

I've decided to recognize
the National Assembly.

- Louis.
- There's just no other option.

About Necker...

I thought you'd be pleased
that he was gone.

It's just, darling,
I'm worried

about the reaction
in Paris.

No, I, I had him spirited away
under the cover of night.

No one will even know
he's gone.

A bonfire.

Seems a bit early.
I wonder what they're burning.

Hold on.

- Normandy!
- The child, there! The child!

- Normandy!
- Attack the pig!

Take him, take him! Run!

- Who were they?
- We're not sure yet.

The intruders were trying
to collect grain

the Queen was supposed
to be hoarding.

But how could it happen?
Where were the guards?

We had to
make economies.

The palace guard
is much reduced.

- We should flee.
- We should stay.

What do you want to do?

You should take
the children to Saint-Cloud.

I bought it to protect us
from your brother,

not the whole of Paris.

Then where?

If we run,
we are deserting our duty.

If we stay,
will our children be safe?

Will they be safe
if we leave?

We have to stay.

Men just came here
and tried to attack my family.

I understand that,
but out there,

we are completely exposed.

And we lose our power base.

And worse, we show fear.

It's your decision.

But what are we made of
if we run

at the first sign
of trouble?

You swore an oath
to serve France.

We stay.

God put us here.
He will protect us.

I will make sure
the household is secure.

Send for Orleans.

We've decided to stay
in Versailles.

Have we?

You remember Marguerite,
don't you?

You were right.
He does look rough.

Why is she here?
The King exiled her.

And the Queen
invited me back.

Besides, letters of banishment
are illegal,

according to our
new National Assembly.

Not that my exile was valid
in the first place.

She was framed
by a jealous husband.

You can't hurt me.

I'm dying.

I'll leave you
to fill him in.

Marguerite and I intend
to live our lives together.

She's moving back
into my rooms.

We don't need
anyone's permission.

So, you've chosen to
humiliate me in my final days?

While this disease is
eating at my insides.

Oh, the only thing eating
your innards is the rat poison

I've been feeding you
for the last 6 months.

"My powders, wife."

"With pleasure, husband."

So... am I not dying?

No.

I need you alive,

so I can torture you
with the one thing

that causes you
the most pain...

My happiness.

Don't shut me out again.

We may not have the most
conventional of marriages.

But we are stronger together
than we are apart.

That's why
I didn't kill you.

I see you're
stepping up security.

I'm not the only one.

Leave us.

Two waistcoats?

Are you worried
I might stab you?

Well, lucky for you,
I need you alive.

Calm the mob in Paris.

Half of them
are probably in your pay.

Starving people don't need
an incentive to protest

against their oppressors.

Well, they might not
be so hungry

if you weren't hoarding grain
in your cellars.

Because that's what you do.
Don't you?

This is not my doing.

I didn't declare
a pointless war on Britain

or spend millions
liberating America.

I didn't create the deficit
and then hide it.

I didn't infuriate
the parliament by pursuing

vexatious court cases.

What would you have done
in our place?

I would have married
my son to your daughter.

I would have reunited
our families.

And then, today, you and I
would be on the same side.

Right, right.
Speak to the third estate

and tell them to abandon
the National Assembly.

It's too late.
This regime is finished.

You are this regime!

By blood, you are closer to the
French throne than I'll ever be.

And yet you are
King of France.

I'm expected in Paris.

There will be chaos
if this continues.

You have a son.
Look at me.

Is this what
you want for him?

I have the same hope
for my son

as you have for yours.

That he will
inherit my throne.

Well, there it is again.

Walking away
like a coward.

Well, walk away now,
and you will

deserve that title.

He loved this bed,
didn't he?

We will see him again.

And Sophie.

I know we will.

Do you remember when
we were first married?

And all of Paris
came out to cheer us?

Later, we found out
that 100...

100 people died
in the crush, yes.

Some people said
it was an omen.

That I would be bad luck.

But you didn't listen.

I think it's me
who's bad luck.

You always said...

if a monarch is
good to his subjects,

they will be good to him.

Were we bad to our people?

If we were,
we didn't mean to be.

Long live the Duke of Orleans!

I've finally replaced Louis
in their hearts and minds.

The Queen has ordered
more troops to suppress Paris

and destroy
the National Assembly.

- Really?
- No. But it's a great rumor.

This is where it starts.
Real change.

Come on.

Everyone's heading
to the Bastille

to release Louis'
political prisoners.

I think I'll stay here.

I want to be a king,
not a martyr.

But the people should see you
protesting alongside them.

- What, as an equal?
- Yeah.

That's not what they want.

They think they want
radical change,

but look who they've chosen
as their leader.

A prince of the blood.

Oh, you arrogant bastard.

Oh, please.
You chose me, too.

The rats are fleeing
the sinking ship.

You must take control.

Show your authority,
or we will drown in this madness.

Louis is King.

Let him handle it.

Did you say good-bye
to the Queen?

She won't see me.

Tell her to leave
this place.

There's danger everywhere.
No one can be trusted.

I will tell her
you said so.

I do love her, Lamballe.

- A mob is invading the Bastille.
- What?

They're releasing
the prisoners

and raiding
the ammunition store.

- It's a revolt.
- Oh, no, sire.

It's a revolution.

Down with tyranny!

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