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What do you want to do?

I want to leave it.

The king does not abdicate, he dies in bed!

My husband has united the kingdoms of Spain.

Your work is done. - Who do we put?

"I'm getting married. I have no idea.

" I don't know how...

how it lies, I don't know... nothing at all.

You are going to be king.

Clear.

You're going to be king now. Abdicate.

Yeah!

I wish mom could see me.

You had her, but I don't have anyone.

They are going to send us the best of the candidates.

Tomorrow will be a great day.

You know that you and I are cousins.

It's an affront. You have to get revenge.

I'm tired to take revenge.

"First we married Louis, then we

proclaimed him king, and then we left in a hurry.

" Ah! Ah-ah!

Outside you can reign what you want, inside you can't.

Why not?

The marriage cannot be consummated.

Luisa Isabel de Orleans is not yet a woman.

Listen! Listen, Castile!

Castile with the king, our lord,

Don Luis I, may God preserve!

Do you twist your wrist or pan, pan with your little hand?

Wrist turn. Look.

But you combine with bread, bread with your little hand.

No, honey, I don't combine it with anything. What are you doing?

If we do the same, we will look like idiots.

Sorry. Sorry.

Can you innovate here, like improvise?

No!

No? - It's tradition, honey.

Yeah, but this is so boring.

There are many ways to say hello.

Look.

Arm like this at 90 degrees with the hand up.

Both arms raised as if encouraging the crowd.

And just like...

Adorable elderly lady drinking tea.

Gunman.

Something like that, right?

None of those.

Honey, it's very simple. You put your hand here, okay?

You turn it... - What you're doing doesn't work for me.

Your Majesty, the populace only wants to shout: "Long live the king!"

and get drunk for three days.

Understood.

What are you doing?

I don't know what they make petticoats out of in this country.

It itches me a lot.

Oh! Ah!

Ah!

Well what? Shall we eat now?

Majesty. - Marquis of Ensenada.

Majesty. - Marquis of Valdeiglesias.

Since he decided to abdicate, he has regained his appetite.

It's a miracle.

And we already know who makes them.

Marquis of Murrieta.

Majesty. - Marquis of the Napkin.

The napkin. I'm hungry.

Majesty. - Marquis of Suchil.

Majesty. - Marquis of Riscal.

Majesty. - Marquis of... of... Come on!

Majesty.

I don't know this one. How many marquises are there here?

Majesty.

Excuse me.

Tiberius must first try it.

It's perfect, your majesty.

If he does it 20 times, 20 times I laugh.

Thank you, your majesty.

My remedies have cured him.

Don't talk nonsense.

Majesty. - Huh?

I'm glad you're enjoying your break.

Before we leave the throne, we

need to talk about the ceremony.

What ceremony? What are you talking about? - The proclamation.

Ah! Yes, yes. But I don't paint anything there. Why not?

As His Majesty rightly says, the

proclamation usually includes the new

king, not the previous king. - Do you see it?

Yes, but because the previous king was... dead.

This is an unusual situation.

What situation?

We have never had an abdication, your majesty.

But because the Austrias were... there.

Your Majesty, then how do we proceed?

My son arrives, you proclaim to him, "Long live the king" and good bye.

It's not that simple. - You're giving me lunch.

Yes, we could solve it in a simple way.

As?

A "piccola cerimonia". - No no.

A brief act. - No.

Where he can dedicate a few words to his subjects.

No. - Words that will last forever and ever.

- No.

No, no, I want to leave.

Your Majesty... - I said no!

I'm leaving and it's over!

These people don't know how to do small acts.

First, the announcement is made, then,

asslickers come from all over, like you.

And before I know it, Scotti has commissioned a cantata.

I ordered a fanfare. - Worse!

Do you know what 20 bugles sounding at you here are?

Majesty.

You deserve one last act to remind

these people how much they owe you.

Have some Christian charity.

Short.

Very short.

No crowds, no bugles. - Your Majesty.

I've already lost my appetite.

Your Majesty, excuse me, but...

I humbly believe that the time has come to accept reality.

That you sent the biggest bastard in Paris?

The proclamation is imminent and the future queen is not prepared.

Maybe we should delay.

Delay... You want to kill my husband.

Do you want an assassination?

Another war?

No, I just want the proclamation to be impeccable.

Then I'll have to straighten it myself.

Are you sure? - Yes, I can handle it.

Your Majesty, please...

- Come on, here. - I'm not going to get dressed!

No!

I wish you the best of luck.

Majesty.

Can we talk?

Don't tell me more about Luisa.

The medical committee that examined

her already has an opinion about her...

maturity.

AND?

Luisa Isabel of Orleans is...

Woman.

Woman me?

It misses me a lot.

Normal. You were born female, therefore, ignorant.

Well, I demand a second opinion. - We have it.

The bishop says you are not a girl,

we can consummate in peace.

What does the bishop know about girls? If it were children.

My dear Luisa, the time is now.

My dearest Luis, it doesn't suit me.

But is there anything that prevents it?

Yes. - The what?

My breath smells.

Haven't you noticed?

Yes, me too, much more. Look.

Well, and I have warts.

All over the body.

Everything.

Me too. Even in the foot.

Do you want to see it? - No, thanks.

It's okay to have warts. I don't mind.

Luis, why don't we wait a little?

Hey?

Dear Luisa, the proclamation is going to be now.

It is our first public event.

We can't wait any longer.

Yes of course.

You have to wait.

That? - Let's get to know each other.

But if we are cousins, there is trust.

Yeah, that doesn't matter, you're all cousins ​​here.

Your parents are cousins, your brothers are cousins, everyone.

Of course, we are a very close family. You should be happy.

Look, Luis, don't take this the wrong way, okay?

But I'm not in love.

As...?

How are you not in love? - No, nothing.

I'm leaving because I'm staying with the queen.

I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do with her.

Oh, yeah.

There are times when marriage is complicated.

You were married, right? - Uhh! Many years ago, yes.

And do you have children? - Six.

Oh, six.

Alive? - Two.

The plague, right?

No, no, no. Two of scarlet fever, one of tuberculosis and...

Well, another one fell into a well.

But how old are you, Serrano?

Twenty-one.

Well, you... you're old now.

I am still young.

I cannot surrender to the

unpleasantness of married life.

My wife and I love each other very much.

Oh yeah? - Yes.

How have you achieved it?

Separate corporal punishments.

I've never laid a hand on him.

Whip?

Your Highness, no...

Women are equal to men, in the

likeness of God, the Talmud says.

Who? - Huh?

Who says it? - Huh?

The one... just the way it is

in the Bible, I just told you.

Hey...

What?

That?

Why do we laugh?

What...

And the man is the same as the woman. - No!

It puts it in the Bible. - Isn't there?

What do you say, Serrano?

I must have read it somewhere, I don't know.

You read too much. - It's true, it's true.

That's why you hunt so badly.

Ah!

Today is not a good day.

Lord, love is the only thing

that makes us truly free.

Does your majesty love her?

Well, let them see it.

And how?

Show yourself as you really are.

Smart, handsome...

Good hunter, huh?

And vulnerable?

To try.

Be vulnerable.

Relics. What I need are relics.

We are getting a great palace in La Granja.

But I need something to fill the chapel with.

We have several bones of a saint, your majesty.

No, no, no. No saint's bones, I already have many.

Something with more... more substance.

Any piece of Veracruz?

Well, there are several scattered around the kingdom.

Oh yeah?

We have the largest one in Liébana, Cantabria.

Although...

most are fake.

Fake?

Yes. Well, it is a call for people to make a pilgrimage.

The thing for you is to do business.

Whoever is free from sin... - Now, now...

What's all the fuss about?

Huh?

What's happening? Why doesn't it open?

What is this?

For the ceremony.

But if it is outside.

No, no, your ceremony is here.

I said a small act,

without a crowd.

Well, there are no bugles.

But there is a throne.

Majesty.

Who ordered this?

I think your majesty already knows.

Isabel?

No!

No!

No!

- - No! - My God!

- Oh! - I'm not the king anymore!

Leave me alone!

I want to go!

Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Ah!

Oh!

Oh! Ah!

Ah!

This is the Amber room. Here we have dinner.

Everyone stands until the king arrives.

Nobody sits at the headboards.

No one eats, drinks, or coughs

until the king has eaten or drunk...

The kingdom of Spain has a

crown, but not even the king wears it.

Because above the king is...

The queen. - God.

Oh.

No one wears it except God.

Oh.

And what about? Do you use it? Does it fit you well?

This is the only book that should interest you right now.

This is where the future heir will enter.

And it will come out through that same place.

There you have it,

your kingdom

Wasn't it bigger?

Yes, it was.

What happened?

The Austrians.

Yes, well, the Austrians...

We all make mistakes.

The important thing is that it is now yours.

It will be his.

No.

Men don't know what they're doing, we do.

Yes, but it is the king who holds the power.

Exact.

The king displays it, the queen exercises it.

If this is getting smaller

It's because of centuries of stupider decisions

taken by incapable men.

But now you can change that.

And I can help you.

Majesty.

Now what?

What's happening?

He's been in there for an hour.

I brought him a snack.

Love!

My king! Love!

They bring you a snack.

Mmmm! Cupcakes of those that you love.

Oh, how delicious!

Mmmm!

Don't you know how to make a fucking chantilly cream?

Where is the French pastry chef? - He went away.

The one there now is from Murcia.

Kick down the door.

Ah!

Ah!

Get away, useless.

Philip?

Philip.

Hey?

Give it to me. Give it to me.

Give it to me.

No.

If you commit suicide, you will not get to see the face of our God.

You are... idiot!

Do you know what a widow looks like in this country?

Nothing.

The same as a queen without a throne.

Please don't force me...

Don't force me to talk

in front of all those people, please.

Poor.

And what about me?

I just want it not...

Let's not go out the back door like thieves.

I can't do it.

Can't. - Yes you can.

No! - Yeah.

No.

You have done such difficult things.

My love...

You have led troops in war.

Yes, but war is easier.

You don't have to think.

Vilars told me:

"Stay in the rear..." - Clear.

"let's see if they are going to kill you

and then, let's see what we do with the throne."

The good old Vilars.

And I told him: "Well, nothing...

a dead king, a king made."

And now it's the same.

Isabel, a dead king, a king in place.

It is not the same,

because you are not dead and neither am I.

Did you enjoy the run?

Um... Yes, a lot.

At first, when they speared his back, not so much.

But then, when they stabbed his neck, much better.

Oooh! That's the madness.

You have to do a very fine job to cut the spinal cord.

The sword bounced off and

hit someone in the front row.

I know. A lot of blood has come out.

Someone always dies.

It's normal.

How good this mushroom is.

Do you have something similar in France?

In France we have libraries.

Tell me about your family.

Oooh!

Ah...

Well, I am the sixth of seven siblings.

My grandmother and your grandfather were lovers.

My mother is bald.

And there are rumors that my father and my sister are sleeping.

A king is not supposed to do this.

But what the hell.

Butler.

That is.

Smile, butler.

So.

Good butler.

"I love you, pretty little bug,

morning light,

flower among flowers."

Very good. Did you write it?

Out! It's okay now. Alright.

Luisa, I have to tell you something.

I love you.

I love you with all my heart.

With everything... With all my chest... With everything...

the love of God,

with all the love of my family. I love you.

Hey, this is very good. What is it?

It's like rustic.

It tastes like...

to cow

Yes, cow, yes.

To Spain.

What is it?

This is a marriage, Luisa.

Sanctified by the hand of God and will be consummated.

Already.

What are you laughing at?

No, I say that... to consummate it you have to know.

Footman!

It's oxtail. More wine.

That?

What you eat.

It's the tail of the bull they killed this afternoon.

And the two eggs!

I've been thinking about what you told

me about reigning and changing the world.

And I'm not interested.

Your majesty can lead a

kingdom and an empire and

whatever you want, and I

admire you for it, but I don't want to.

The proclamation is tomorrow.

Let's stop it.

The marriage has not been consummated.

Send me back to France, arrange a new marriage.

There are hundreds of candidates.

My sister Carlota, for example.

She's pretty.

And an intelligence... Luis will love it.

If we send you back to France, they will give me my daughter back.

That creature that almost killed me in

childbirth is not going to be queen of France.

Do you think I'm going to consent to it?

But Luis deserves someone who loves him.

Look at me. If so...

Yes I am a painting. Clear.

I have tried to be didactic, but it is

obvious that I am not a good teacher.

This has nothing to do with love.

Let's see if that's how you understand it.

You are going to be queen because I can't be one.

So every day that passes without

you producing an heir to this

crown, I am going to make your life hell.

Think about that the next time you open your legs.

Do you want to be king?

Well you're not going to be.

Because?

The Austrians have returned.

I knew it.

That human aberration is the least of your problems.

Majesty!

Majesty!

What a nice day, right?

Can we talk?

Yeah.

Nervous about the proclamation?

Well...

A little, yes.

It's a shame not to be able to attend, but we

had to leave shortly and goodbye the palace,

goodbye to this whole band and goodbye everything.

Actually it is another issue that worries me.

For Luisa?

Yes.

Well...

That's not exactly it, it's...

It's more for...

It's for the other.

Oh, the other thing. Yes. Yes, yes, the other thing.

You understand me now. - Of course, yes.

It could cost me the throne. - And so much.

So yes?

Will it?

I will, yes. I will do that.

Yeah? - Yes.

You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?

No idea, no.

I need you to abdicate. - I have already abdicated.

Father, know that everything here is image and pageantry.

I need that ceremony.

You have to honor the legacy you leave us.

Honor it and don't spoil it.

Haven't you heard the rumors?

You proclaimed yourselves king after a war.

You ended the fight...

But not with his enemies.

What do you think they will think if

your father disappears for no reason?

You have been hiding here for years, in this palace,

and suddenly I appear

without any explanation...

Without a reason.

Kings do not abdicate, they die in bed.

My privacy will be doubted.

Privacy?

Legitimacy.

They will doubt my "ligiti"...

of my "legitimacy".

No...

Legitimacy.

Legitimacy.

And if that happens...

I don't want to go to war.

Ah! - I'm scared of it.

I don't want to.

You have to make a public gesture. - I don't want public gestures.

Out!

Out!

I need you.

As undefeated monarch

I hereby certify my resignation

in favor of the legitimate heir to the crown

my son, Don Luis I.

And now a little signature and that's it.

Thank you, father.

Your Majesty, could you maintain that posture?

Just a little more moment.

Didn't you want a public gesture?

Well there you have it.

I will join your majesties as soon as possible.

Take care of the king.

Have a good trip.

Better?

Better yes, much better.

A dead king, a king.

They're going out, it's time!

Hear, hear, Castile!

Castile for the king, our lord,

Don Luis I, may God preserve!