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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 going to bed.

Well, eat it now. Get some strength.

So how did the trouble start?

Someone spread a rumour 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 Orléans.

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. Here's a

For once, I agree with Mr. Necker.

Olly R. has won over the Parisians with
his generous charity and distributions

of bread. Because he's hoarding grain.

And yet, according to his printing
press, I am the grain thief.

If I were them, 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 States General.

Darling, finish your meal.

Finish your meal. Ferret Arathlet.

But an assembly of the nations... Ferret
Arathlet.

The day my heart has been waiting for
for so long has finally arrived.

It's finally arrived.

An assembly of the nation's
representative 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.

It still feels like a terrible gamble to
put him in front of such a large crowd.

His nerves are poor. If you'll
handshake, put them behind your back.

that help.

I know what to do.

You look magnificent.

Madam Deficit in all her finest.

So, there are three 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 second estate.

And then,

As everyone else, the ordinary people
work for a living.

They are called the third estate.

The ordinary people are very small.

Yes, there's a lot of them.

And some of them are very clever.

hopes that the third estate will help
them persuade the first and second that

they must pay more tax.

Just

be

good as we practiced.

You'll be wonderful.

His Majesty 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

command.

Much time has passed since the last
gathering of these as States General.

Times have changed.

Monarchs have changed.

But the values that guide us remain the
same.

I stand in the middle, 16th my name.

Wrath.

Thou art a wrestler.

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.

No, I don't think they are.

Captain Dog's 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 makes the money
from her scribblings.

I'm sure the publisher will pay me soon.

Here.

I got you a present.

Me?

Oh.

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
favourite 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 Tussauds is making a model
of my head.

When her work is done, I will be
displayed in the window of the bookshop

people can admire me.

What if no one stops to look?

You underestimate my popularity.

Helps that your kitchen feeds half of
Paris.

These rumours 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 soufflé without
breaking some eggs.

Look what you did with the marriage of
Figaro and Jan's memoirs. It'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?

Got another one.

Oh. Shall we see how it compares?

Here you go.

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,
huh?

I love him, too.

But he aims to understand what the
ordinary people desire.

Just like Jeanne de Valois.

Her memoirs are selling like hotcakes.

I thought I'd destroyed every copy, but
more keep coming. 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... in the earth.

Besides, what's an 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.

Oh, my God. It's really, really cold.

It's cold.

Darling.

Bring the doctor. No, no, no, no. No,
come on. Wake up.

No. No.

Sire, etiquette says the body must be
prepared as quickly as possible.

Don't take him.

Don't take him.

It's etiquette. I will take him.

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

It's etiquette. I know, I know.

What now?

His heart will be buried at Saint Denis.

His body at Val de Grasse.

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?

Oh, yeah.

Antoinette, I am... No.

So sorry for your loss.

Any more correspondence?

The rest require the King's signature.

He's hunting.

But... if he will?

The Dauphin has set him back.

We must protect him from undue pressure.

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 now. Sorry.

We tried, but you refused to see us.

I am in mourning.

With respect, you must settle the
argument about how we vote. The

states 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.

Remember yourselves.

Your Majesties have our condolences.

But until this matter is resolved, the
meeting hall stands empty.

The financial situation grows worse by
the day, and unless these dates can

you may find yourself mourning your
child and your kingdom.

hundred pages of drivel and I don't even
get to 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 Norm indeed that he's
the new Dauphin.

Poor boy.

When our older brother died, Louis
inherited his diamond -buckled shoes.

Obviously.

They were too tight.

But Louis... He wore them for days.

They nearly hobbled him.

Come on, now. All that stands between
you and the throne is that child.

Should he increase his bodyguard?

I'm not a monster.

Does this spine look a little crooked to
you?

No.

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

What did the doctor say about your
stomach complaint?

Why would I consult a doctor?

It's only indigestion.

I have read authors who assert that
courage is a characteristic of the male

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

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

make it so. And why are they on our
tennis court?

They're drafting a constitution to limit
royal power.

Well, that's all kind of... You must do
something.

Yes, we must do something.

What do we do?

I don't know. Something, Louis.

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

Mecca, what do you think?

It's hard to tell.

It's hard to tell? You're supposed to be
an advisor for advice.

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

I'm sorry, are you serious?

You could give them a constitution.

A hand in power.

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.

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, Nicker.

Compromise. Excellent plan. That way no
one gets what they want.

You have a better idea.

You're in a terrible state.

Provence, let me take you back.

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 defied the king's authority at every
turn.

in the parliament, at the notables, in
your salons, in your drawing rooms,

in your arrogance, you saw yourself more
fit to govern than the man appointed by

God, who is himself 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.

Provost, don't!

I regret I let you embroil me in your
treachery.

God will judge me for my actions.

But I will face no judgement from you.

Get.

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?

Orléans' 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?

I wouldn't be the first commoner to see
the 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're in the Queen and League?

The world really is upside down.

We're both loyal to Louis.

Changed your chain.

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.

Something more terminal.

What's the special occasion?

You're going out?

Oh, um, fancy to 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.

Miss Billy's all over again.

But without the pirates, unfortunately.

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

Huh?

So you're leaving, then, for America?

I think they'll like me there.

Sure they will.

Come on, give me the diamond.

I'd rather not.

You're not leaving till you do.

Dogs. What did you do, Ted?

Hide yourself.

I'll deal with that.

What are you doing?

Jen?

Jen? Jen!

Come on.

Whenever my eyes met those of Her
Majesty, she honoured 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 honoured and how
extremely grateful I was for her

attention.

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've sent him into exile. Guards are
escorting him back to Geneva.

Margot, he's... I'll never find you.

I didn't plan on this chaos when I told
them he's void.

We need to get you out of here.

No one recognises you. No, no, no, I
don't care.

No, you don't understand.

Really, you don't understand.

The discontent has spread from the
countryside, not just to Paris.

I've decided to recognize the National
Assembly. No way. There's just no other

option.

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

It's just I'm worried about the reaction
in Paris.

I had him spirited away under the cover
of night. No one will even know he's

gone.

Bonfire.

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

Hold on.

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 St.
Louis. I bought it to protect us from

brother, not the whole of Paris.

Then why?

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.

And for all of you.

We've decided to stay in Versailles.

Have we?

You remember Marguerite, don't you?

Oh, 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. But you were framed by Adela's

husband.

You can't hurt me.

I'm dying.

Marguerite and I intend to live our
lives together.

She's moving back into my room.

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 six months.

My powder's wife.

It's pleasure, husband.

I'm 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're stronger together than we are
apart.

I see you're stepping up security.

I'm not the only one.

Leave her.

Two wife coats?

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

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, brother?

Hmm?

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 his bed that day.

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 a hundred... A
hundred people died in the crash, 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.

What we've had to our people.

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

Replace Louis in the hearts and minds.

The Queen has ordered more troops to
suppress Paris and destroy the National

Assembly. Really? No. It's a great
rumour.

This is where it starts.

Real change.

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 I should see protesting
alongside them.

What, as an equal?

Yeah. That's not what they want.

They think they want radical change, but
look what they've chosen as their

leader.

The 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 goodbye to the Queen?

She won't see me.

Tell her to leave this place.

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

I will tell her you said so.

I do love her, Maman.

A mob is invading the Bastille. What?

They're releasing the prisoners and
raiding the ammunition store.

It's a revolt.

Oh, no, shy.

It's a revolution.