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Welcome home.

Oh.

Oh.

I beg your
indulgence, sire.

I know. It's all right.

But His Majesty has needs.

We are together now.

And from this moment,

there will be
no one else but you.

And this is
my pledge to you.

I will help you
fulfill your destiny.

And together
we will fight anyone

who stands in your way.

Gentlemen.

I'd like you to welcome
Madame de Maintenon

as a permanent member
of my council.

Now, to business.
Louvois?

Well, our scouts tell us
that Strasbourg and Luxembourg
have been fortified anew.

So it seems Emperor Leopold
might renege on the deal.

Have my troops loose
cannon fire by the city walls
during darkness.

Fill his people
with the fear of God.

And keep Leopold
distracted from Spain.

(Louvois)
Excellent idea, sire.

Marchal, what have we learned
of our uninvited guest?

Our informers tell us

that Monsignor
di Marco's record
is entirely without blemish.

So why would the Vatican
send him here?

I want you to stay close
to him, Bontemps.

Certainly, sire.

I believe you have
good news, Colbert?

A trader has arrived
from the east

who promises riches
hitherto beyond our reach.

He is
from the Ottoman Empire.

Intriguing.

For our economy to blossom,

we must see beyond religion
and identity, sire.

(Marie-Thérése) Move!
(thumping)

I require an audience
with the king immediately!

You treat your queen
with contempt?

(Bontemps) Your Majesty,
the council is in session.

To hell with protocol!
I wish to speak
with my husband!

I trust this
petulant spectacle comes
with adequate explanation.

You may judge that
when you hear
what I have to say.

Her Majesty is determined
to test the king's resolve.

I refuse to tolerate
your disdain any longer.

Your worth
is purely symbolic now.

You represent
a vital link with Spain.

I am your wife,
not a commodity
you can trade with.

You have value as collateral.

But your betrayal means
that any relationship
is untenable.

(shouting)
You talk to me of betrayal?
This is ill-advised, Majesty--

You have humiliated me
in front of the entire court
time and again,

fucking your whores!

You betrayed me
since the day we wed,

yet when I make one mistake
you think you can cut me dead?

(exhales)
Yes, I lay with Leopold,

and it was a sin.

And I came to confess it.

But I did not betray
your throne.

That's why I wished
to see you.

To tell the truth
and to say that I'm sorry.

(man)
I'm the king of my own land

Facing tempests of dust

I'll fight until the end

Creatures of my dreams

Raise up and dance with me

Now and forever

I'm your king

(footsteps approaching)

What happened?
Are you all right?

They wouldn't
tell me anything.

I felt a little dizzy,
that's all.

I suspect it's just
the mockery of the moon.

Oh, I'm so relieved.

I overexerted myself,
but I feel strong now.

His Highness wants you
to stay confined
to bed, please.

Her Majesty does not need
to lose any more blood.
Damned doctors.

(laughs)

Dear Liselotte,
I wish everyone
in Versailles were like you.

Then I'd be
nothing special, would 1?
Hmm.

I hear you had words
with the king.

I was, perhaps, too honest.

How did he respond?

No doubt he's laughing
at me now.

I don't think he'd do that.

Oh, my dearest,
what would I do without you?

(praying in Latin)

(praying continues)

(clears throat)

I trust Versailles
offers adequate comfort,
Monsignor di Marco?

In my order, we pay no heed
to the needs of the flesh.

Well, if there is anything
I can do for you, please ask.

Cardinal Leto
sends his regards,
Monsieur Bontemps.

I don't believe the cardinal
and I are acquainted.

But you and he have
a long-standing arrangement.

Why are you here?
As a precaution.

You may return to Rome

and tell the cardinal
it is not needed.

But you no longer have
the trust of the Vatican.

The duc d'Orléans
has become bothersome,

and you have
become careless.

(man) The king!

(Palatine)
So it's official then.

(Chevalier)
It would appear so.

Finally,
she's learned how to dress
like a king's mistress.

Though I fear the fabric
is poorly judged.

Is this the demise
of the modest mouse?

There was always
a she-wolf lurking beneath.

It's in poor taste,
parading her in public
when the queen is ill.

He's doing this
to humiliate me.

He can't
seriously want her.

She's old,
plain, and barren.

He wants me in his bed.
I know it.

If the king wanted you,
he'd have you.

You will have noticed,
Bayim Barek,

we have no shortage
of silk and spice
in Versailles.

But what I offer
His Majesty, more pertinently,
is a trading network.

A commercial
infrastructure.

Controlling the routes
into all Europe would
bring huge financial gain.

We can supply
the finest exotic goods

from Persia and the Far East,
to France and beyond.

And we can export
French goods

through the same channels
to Asia.

A moment alone?

(door closes)

An Ottoman agent in Versailles.

You show great bravery
or stupidity.

My offer is sincere.

Do not play with me, Barek.

Why are you really here?

Sultan Mehmed
shares your antipathy
towards Emperor Leopold.

He prays
that his enemy's enemy
might become his friend.

He wishes
to advance on Vienna.

And he requests
your support.

The sultan asks me
to support a Muslim empire
against a Christian?

Might I remind
His Majesty

that his grandfather
had a fruitful alliance
with Sultan Ahmed.

You may continue
trade discussions,

but under
the strictest confidence.

I will give my answer
in good time.

The prison governor
has surfaced.

Oh, yes.
What did he say?

He was dead.
His belly opened
with a single stroke.

Because we spoke
with him.

That would seem likely.

He knew the truth.

That's why they killed him.

Somebody knows
we're getting close.

Someone in the palace
is watching us.

If so, I would know about it.

What about Bontemps?

He's the only one here
who's had dealings
with the governor.

That hardly makes him
the killer.

Bontemps hid
something in the hovel
to throw me off the scent.

And he's the one who lied about
Macquart in the first place,
along with my brother.

Bontemps is not capable
of murder.

Not even
if the king ordered it?

Such requests would tend
to fall within my remit.

Unless Louis has reason
to keep it from you too.

Bontemps would do anything
to protect the king,
would he not?

We should discuss this
with them immediately.

No.

This is no longer
just an inquiry.

That is precisely my point.

Two men have been killed,
and I was nearly the third.

All the more reason
to share it with the king.

But I do not trust the king.

What have you learned
about the dagger?

Diabolimors has an obvious
biblical resonance.

Yes, but the insignia...

It's the only evidence
we've got.

My dear, Francoise,
you've been hiding
your light under a bushel.

Simply trying a new fashion.

And celebrating
your elevation?

I am humbled
by the king's trust.

And I'm glad, believe me.

In your absence,
he's become somewhat
impatient with us.

The nobles of court?
The Protestants in court.

He has imprisoned
Augustin de Puy
for no reason whatsoever.

The king always
has good reason.
Then the king is wrong.

On some things,
one is best advised to keep
one's counsel, Duchesse.

It's me, Francoise.
I'm only asking you
to speak up for poor Augustin.

I don't want
to trouble the king.

He has all manner
of challenges on his mind.

Then he should stop thinking
he's God Almighty himself.

I should remind you
the king is God's
representative on earth.

Then why does he see
the Protestant faith
as a threat?

Perhaps that
is God's intention.

It is not for me to speak
for either of them.

My God.
What has happened to you?

I've become reconciled
with who I once was.

I know exactly
who you were.
And who I must be now.

You were one of us.

And it is folly
to deny one's history.

The queen's strength returns?
Her Majesty is stable.

The doctor expects
her illness to pass,
but she is burdened.

We all have our cross to bear.
And what is yours, madame?

I offer
my humble apology, sire.

Surely you can have
no more secrets for me.

No, but I was mistaken.

To enter
the kingdom of God,

one must be born again.

Only now
do I understand how.

To atone for my trespasses,
I must reject
my past utterly.

My sins
have been laid bare.

My dark days were during
my life as a Protestant.

And I thank the Lord
for your conversion.

But you were right.

They dare to question
your holy status.

Monsieur de Puy simply said
what they were all thinking.

And you know
you are chosen by God.

Perhaps the time
has come to show them.

Two years ago,
one of my galleons
set sail for the Americas.

The vessel appeared robust.

The captain
declared it seaworthy.

But he had spotted
some woodworm.

Just a little.

A few tiny larvae,
presumed to be
innocent stowaways.

The ship crossed
the ocean with ease.

But on the return journey,

the sails were raised
and the main mast crumbled.

What was thought to be woodworm
turned out to be
the deathwatch beetle,

and the body of the craft
was riddled,

eaten from within.

You see, the time
to deal with the menace
was before he set sail.

He could have easily replaced
a few timbers.

His mistake was
to ignore the threat,

however small it appeared.

It became an infestation.

I want to deal
with the Protestant problem
as a matter of priority,

starting with a detailed
inventory of the Protestants
under my roof.

But they have
been compliant

and loyal.

Their faith is private,

between the individual
and God.

They dispute the natural order.

They challenge the authority
of priest, pope, and His Majesty

as our God-chosen king.

Every Huguenot is a threat
while he shares faith
with William of Orange.

Nevertheless,

could I urge His Majesty
to remain lenient?

If only for reasons
of taxation.

His Majesty
should also remember

there is legislation
in place

regarding the rights
of all faiths.

Why so fearful, gentlemen?

I'm a reasonable man.
I do not wish to be cruel.

The challenge is to help them
realize their mistake

and encourage them to return
to the one true Church.
(Louis) Precisely.

So I want you to identify
all Protestant businesses

and let them know
that the king would
look more kindly on them

if they were to recant.

And if they don't?

Their fate
is in their own hands.

Now we must accept a woman
as the king's principal adviser?

I see no problem.

I foresee many,
if he continues
to reject our input.

Because you may have
to work harder?

I strive night and day already.
I give the king
my every waking minute.

I concede that with
this new arrangement
we must be vigilant.

"Vigilant"?
We should be up in arms.

The Edict of Nantes
is there to protect
such vulnerable minorities.

If the king tears it up,
there's no telling
where it will end.

Do you advocate mutiny?

I ask the council
to reject
naked sectarianism.

This is
religious bigotry.

The king has his reasons.

It's our job to facilitate him.

It is our job
to do what is right.

(door slams)

A moment,
Monsieur Bontemps.

I have business
to attend to.

I thought you should
be informed of a murder.

You've been acquainted
with the governor
of the Bastille?

And this concerns me, how?

I wondered if you knew
anyone who might have reason
to wish him dead.

In his line of work,
I suspect there are many.

And if you don't mind
my reminding you,

your principle priority
should be protecting
the royal family.

It always has been.

The queen has fallen ill.

Have you ruled out
the possibility of a poisoner?

Good day, Mr. Marchal.

"The death of the devil."

I read about this
in my studies.

So it's in the Bible?

It is suggested, yes.

But the actual story
is in the Apocrypha.

A collection
of Holy Scriptures

that the Church
deems... troublesome.

But the-- the insignia...

You've seen that before?

In Vatican records.
The symbol of an ancient sect.

The Knights of Damascus.

From the Third Crusade,
I believe.

They were a clandestine order,
said to have had just one aim:

to protect the Catholic Church
and dispose of its enemies,

with impunity.

What do you pray for,
Monsieur Bontemps?

Deliverance from evil.

I wish to see
the prisoner.

I will not speak
of that here.

You need not speak at all.
Just listen.

No, you listen to me.

I run this palace.

My services are exclusively
to the king.

There's a higher authority

that which we both must answer.

And you will take me
to the prisoner

at your
earliest convenience.

(church bells tolling)

We gather to remember
our good friend, Olivier,

taken from us so cruelly.

We ask you, our Lord,
to keep him safe

and to fold his family
in the palm of your hand.

Amen.

(all) Amen.

I'm so sorry.

(sniffles)

It's from the palace.

A warning
of what's to come.

It's not enough
to tax us to the hilt
and murder our friends.

Now he wants us
to give up our religion.
It's an empty threat.

We've seen
what he's capable of.
We have to stand up to him.

Jeanne.
So what
are you gonna do?

Recant just
to please the king?
Get back to work.

While we still have it.

I will interview
the prisoner alone.

Why is he tethered?

For his own safety.

You may remain outside.

I've protected this man
all my life.

I will not
see him suffer now.

The king will end
my torture soon.

The king knows
nothing of this,
and thus it will remain.

An uninvited guest?
I've worked out
what you're doing.

And you wish
to join me at my table?

You invited the Roman cleric
to Versailles, didn't you?

Why on earth would I do that?

Because I think you might be
a lot closer to the Vatican
than you're letting on.

Is this more paranoia
from your fevered imagination?

Give me a straight answer.

I appointed you to council
for your newfound maturity.

Don't give me more cause
to regret it.

Why is the Vatican holding
the man in the iron mask?

My dear Philippe,
since that bang on the head,

your behavior
has been erratic,
at times, alarming.

This madness
must stop.

I need you by my side,
not chasing lost causes.

I'm losing you, Brother.

I fear it is I
who is losing you, Brother.

(footsteps departing)

Are we really expected
to do nothing?

Accept the world we live in
and paint on a sunny visage.

There's nothing else
one can do.

I dislike my name
being on a list.

But it's my nephew
that concerns me.

His entire future
could be in jeopardy

with the stroke
of a Catholic pen,

along with all other decent
Protestant businessmen.

And on that subject,

I had been considering
recanting myself
so we might have more in common.

You would become
a Protestant?

Well, not the way
things are now, obviously.

But clearly the sensible thing
to do now is for you
to become a Catholic.

You don't know me
at all, do you?

I know you most intimately.

We had sex. Don't imagine
that gives you access
to my heart.

But if... we were to marry,
as Catholics,

that would secure
your position in court.

I need no man.

And I wouldn't marry you
if you were the last specimen
on this earth.

Ah.

The famous shoemaker
alone in the palace.

Have you lost your way?

No. Actually,
I was hoping to talk
to the duc d'Orléans.

Perhaps I can help you.

Well, I'm a loyal
Frenchman, sir.

I've served the palace
as best I can.

But I'm afraid
that I may lose business

because I'm a Protestant.

You're in luck, my boy.

Really?

I wish to commission boots
for my entire infantry.

Yes, sir.
I'd be delighted, sir.

The contract is yours.
In perpetuity.

On condition that you recant.

Did you talk
to the duc d'Orléans?

There's no point.

This can only end
one way.

Well, so be it.
We can cope.

I've been offered a contract
from the military.

It'd secure the business
for decades.

But?

Guillaume.

You'd recant your faith?

Just hear me out.
I don't believe it.

It's just saying
a few words.

A few words before God.

It's about being practical
in the face of adversity.

You'd be rejecting everything
our father stood for.

Our father
was a businessman.

He understood
how these things work.
Yeah.

And he knew that principles
were more important than money.

I wouldn't be
doing it for me.
I'm thinking of the lads.

They've been loyal
through all the bad times.

This is a chance
to save their jobs.
They'd be grateful.

You don't care about them.

This is about you.

You wanna
be rich, huh?

Just so long as you
can be a part of Versailles.

Well, I won't give in
to the king's blackmail.

If you've got any heart left,
then neither will you.

(footsteps departing)

(sighs)

So what
earth-shattering challenge
are we wrestling with today?

Matters of the heart.
You wouldn't understand.

The Chevalier de Lorraine
has fallen in love.

He's purloined
a new mirror?
No.

The duchesse d'Angers.

Him?

With a woman?

They lack stamina,
but they offer one or two
more options than men.

I am here, you know.
(door opens)

The queen requests
your presence, madame.

Don't discuss
any juicy matters
without me.

(door closes)

Do you have
somewhere to be?

Somewhere else.

I'm not trying
to seduce you.

I just... hoped we could
still talk to each other
without rancor.

So...

how have you been?

Busy.

You?

After a fashion.

How's your love life?

Solitary.

Ah.

The true love
that never lets a man down.

Are you really in love
with that woman?

I don't know.

I can't remember
what it feels like.

Oh, that makes me
feel marvelous, thank you.

I remember it was good.

I know that much.

Like having a real reason
to get out of bed
in the morning.

Or staying in it.

So what's the problem?

She's proving
quite a challenge.

Don't know what to say
to convince her.

Don't say anything.

Find a way to show her.

(humming)

(door opens)

(door closes)

How delightful
to see you, my dear.

I feel fabulous.

Like a new woman.

You wished to see me,
Your Majesty?

Yes. I have the appetite
of an army.

Won't you join me
in a feast?

I'd be delighted.

I can't help but feel
I've been missing out
on the pleasures of Versailles.

Today I shall drink wine.
Lots and lots of wine.

If Her Majesty
so wishes.

Mm!

But first,
Her Majesty wants a bath
of scented rose petals.

My dear.
What on earth are you doing?

Having some fun.

A facet of life I have
resisted for too long.

Won't you take me for a ride
in the forest?

Perhaps the doctor
should have a say in that.

Won't you
take me for a ride?

Touch me again
and I'll tell Mother.

She's calling me.

Can't you hear her?

(woman crying out)

I am coming to you.

I'I embrace you,
my heavenly angel.

You need some rest,
Your High--

Unhand me, you fucking dog!
I'm not your prisoner!

I can hear you whispering.

I can see you sneering.
I know what you're doing.

Tying me up,
crushing the life from me.

What's happening to me?

What's happening to me?

Tell me. Tell me.

What's happening to me? Hmm?

What's happening to me?

What's happening to me?
What's happening to me?

She's possessed by a demon.

(Marie-Thérése) Get off!
(doctor) Hold her legs.

(grunts)

(priest)
I have inspected the queen.

I believe
she is indeed possessed

of a sinister spirit.

(Palatine) She's sick.
It is her own spirit that ails.

And there is
no question of poison?

The doctor has dismissed it.

You must go to her, sire.
She is heartsore.

(priest)
I must advise against that.

Such spirits can only
be treated with exorcism.

Only the power of God

can cast it out
and save her soul.

It can be traumatic
for the unfortunate victim,

but it is the only option.

Do you know who saw the queen
on the day before she fell ill?

I want the name of every servant
who was with her this past week.

(Chevalier)
We are in the dark, Louvois.

Can it be true
our queen is possessed
by an evil demon?

You know as well as I
there is not a more godly person
in the palace.

Why are you so anxious?
Oh!

We're all anxious.

You startled me.

Perhaps that was my intention.

When did you
last see the queen?

I have just come from her.

The poor soul
is suffering terribly.

And before she fell ill?

I met her in the salon. Why?

Her lady-in-waiting claims
you were near her quarters
the previous night.

Yes. Yes, of course.
That slipped my mind.

What were you doing there?

She was looking for me.

I get lost in this place
all the time.

The duchesse
came to my aid.

Yes. I showed the princess
to her rooms,
then retired to bed.

Alone.

Such vexation
does not suit you, Duchesse.

Well, aren't you
going to tell me?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

What were you doing
near the queen's rooms?

I wanted
a word with her,
that's all.

So why did you
let me lie for you?

It seemed convenient.
I don't believe you.

I'm going to tell
Monsieur Marchal.

You will do
what I tell you.

You don't scare me.

Maybe not, but Leopold does.

You work for my uncle?

(shouting)
Where is the king?
Where is the king?

His hands are the claws
of a craven beast!
(praying in Latin)

His tongue is a snake of poison!

(screaming)
(praying continues)

His hands are the claws
of a craven beast!

His eyes are the pits of hell

in which all mortals
will perish,

to tumble through purgatory

for all eternity!

She is suffering
terribly, sire.

You must go to her.
She needs you.

But what can I do for her?

Show her godliness.

What have you done to me?
I beg youl!

Let me go!
(priest praying in Latin)

(Marie-Thérése)
Be gone. You lie to me!

(sobbing)

My flesh is on fire.

I beg you, give me peace!

(Marie-Thérése
praying in Latin)

Be still.

Peace be upon you.

Return to me.

Thank you.

(priest) The king...
has cast out the demon.

It is a miracle.

(chattering)

(Louvois clears throat)

The queen remains gravely ill,

but her soul has been saved.

The king has performed
a miracle.

(applause)

Such wonderful news.

Word has it he saved her
with his own hands.

I witnessed it myself.

Our Lord moves within him.
Excellent.

So perhaps now
might be an apt moment

to approach him
with a modest request.

You see,
I was wondering about
the Protestant arrangement.

We all agree
it's a good idea, naturally.

However, I was hoping
His Majesty might indulge
certain individuals.

The duchesse d'Angers,
for instance.

Her nephew has got
a very bright future
in stained glass.

Perhaps.

As a Catholic.

I was praying you might
find it in your heart

to help an old friend.

Incidentally,

your services
as master of ceremony
are no longer required.

But...
the king appointed me.

The king has total faith
in my judgment.

(bell tolling)

(door opens)

His Majesty should be pleased.

So many prominent Protestants
have seen the light.

I bless you
for your wisdom and humility

and welcome you back
to the one true Church.

Corpus Christi.

Corpus Christi.

Corpus Christi.

Corpus Christi.

Corpus Christi.

Amen.

(Philippe)
I know who you are.

Knight of Damascus.

(yelling)

(grunts)

Who is the man
in the iron mask?

The king
is not chosen by God.

(Marie-Thérése)
I can't see your face.

More candles.

It is daylight,
my queen.

So be it.

(sobbing)

Will you be by my side?

I am with you.

I thought I would be afraid.

But not now,
with the darkness approaching.

Perhaps because I know God
will embrace me.

I admire your strength.

My faith
has been tested often.

Yours is constant.

And I never
made you happy.

Our life is not meant to be so,

but that doesn't mean
I don't love you.

You hold no regrets?

Just one.

I wish I could see the sunrise
in Madrid once more.

To feel the warmth
of home on my face.

Can you ever forgive me?

I should be
asking that of you.

Of course I do.

We're all sinners.

We do not choose this life.
We do our best within it.

You are a man, like any other.

Do you recall
when we first met?

Of course.

You smiled.

I was so frightened.

All those
cold eyes staring.

My hands were shaking.
I thought I would die.

But you smiled.

Just a little.

And I knew you were a good man.

You should smile more often,
dear Louis.

How can I thank you?

Let's pray together as one.

Even for a moment.

(gasps)

(gasps)

Remember your heart.

I ask just one thing, Lord.

For my wife.

I beg you to give her peace.

(mouthing words)

Sire, the queen...

(moaning)