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Europe, at the close
of the 18th century.

The nobility rules by oppression,

supported by
strong religious forces.

But the winds of change
are blowing...

Across the continent
intellectuals and freethinkers

demand reforms and freedom
for the people.

It is the age
of the Enlightenment.

"I'm trying to remember him.

Johann.

I have to tell you about him.

About us.

Why we did the things we did."

A ROYAL AFFAIR

"My beloved children,

you do not know me.
But I am your mother.

Perhaps you have
never forgiven me.

Perhaps you hate me.

I hope not.

I now know that I will
never see you again,

so I am writing

to tell you the truth,
before it is too late."

Nine years earlier

"I was officially wed
to your father,

King Christian VII,

before even meeting him.

Though I had never traveled

beyond England's borders,

I was now the Queen of Denmark.

A new life.
A new language."

"Good afternoon."

"Shall we go for a stroll
in the park?"

"I had prepared and longed

for this day ever since
I was a little girl."

"To be Queen of an exotic country

and honor and love
my husband unconditionally.

Christian was said
to be charming,

interested in art and literature

and even fond of acting.

I could not imagine
a more perfect husband."

DENMARK

Your Majesty.

I am Louise von Plessen,
your new lady-in-waiting.

And this is Reventlow,
His Majesty's private tutor.

Welcome, Your Majesty.

Would you like
to meet the King?

Your Majesty.

Gourmand!
There you are, old boy!

There you are!
Did you miss Daddy?

Did you miss Daddy?

Your Royal Highness,
please concentrate.

Why? I will never have
any use for it.

When will I see Christian again?

His Majesty will attend
tonight's banquet.

Do you know where
my books are?

The court is reviewing them
at the moment.

Some of them will likely
be shipped back to England.

Why?

As I understand it, a great deal of your
books are under Danish censorship.

I apologize.

- I didn't know.
- That's quite all right.

We will find something else
for you to read.

Minister Bernstorff.
He has absolute power in the castle.

Minister Warberg.

Stay far away from him,
if you can.

He has a very distinct odor.

That must be
the King's stepmother.

Queen Dowager Juliane Marie.

And the Majesty's half-brother,
the heir presumptive.

Neither she nor her son are
popular with the people.

Why not?

His Majesty doesn't regard them
as part of the family.

The Danish people have always had
a sixth sense about these things.

You were so far away.

You have a flair for drama,
my dear Queen.

Will you come to my chambers
after tonight's program?

"Come, let's away to prison.

We two alone will sing

like birds in a cage."

She's enchanting.

And so talented.

Yes. Thank you.

The nobility is captivated by her.

They seem to think
she's sorely needed.

Really? Why?

Many of them are saying

she is just
what Denmark needs.

A true artistic soul
on the throne.

Thank you, that is quite enough!

What?

What?

That insufferable noise is
giving me a headache!

I can't stand listening to it!
Clang, clang, clang!

Come on.

Move your fat little thighs
and have a seat.

Go on!

The King is here to visit
the Queen as per agreement.

It'll be fine.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Don't steal my light.

What do you mean?

Take off your clothes
and lie down.

"Oh, how I have
sweated and slaved

and yet nothing accomplished."

"I wish I'd had the strength

to forgive Christian's behavior."

- "Someone to..."
- "Someone to spare Man the fear of God."

"Such a..."

"But I was far too young

to understand how sick
and tormented he was.

All I could think about

was that I had to spend
the rest of my life with him.

I began hating him for it."

"In the eyes of the Court,
I was soon blessed.

You were
on your way, Frederik."

His Majesty wishes to visit
the Queen's chambers.

I'm sorry, we've just begun
another game of chess.

This happens several times a week now.
What is she thinking?

"Having fulfilled
my main obligation as queen,

I saw no reason
to maintain the facade.

I would pay dearly for that."

Christian, stop!

I never want to see
your ugly face again!

You're fired, cow!

There there. Relax.

A true queen delivers
in silence and with dignity.

Shh.

He has stomach pains.

I'm planning a tour of Europe.

I'll be gone for at least
a year, perhaps two.

Do you think it matters to me
whether you're here or not?

"This was my life.

My fate.

I had resigned myself to it.

Or rather...

it could have been my life."

ALTONA, A DANISH COLONY
IN GERMANY 1768

Pardon me, do you know where
I can find the hospital?

Thanks a lot.

Excuse me,
is Dr. Struensee here?

Johann Struensee?

- Who's asking?
- I come from the estate of Count Rantzau

with a message
from the Count who requests

that you attend to him
immediately.

Count Rantzau?

Are you sure you have
the right Struensee?

He said that I am not
to return without you.

A count is calling.
Better get going.

What do you think?

Should I abandon my bleeding patient
for some count?

Man:
Maybe he will pay you.

That's more than you can say
about anyone here.

So what the hell is wrong with it?

If you could hold it
for a second?

You're a bit
of a mystery, Struensee.

Your father is one of Germany's
most conservative priests

and yet you insist on publishing
provocative praises

to the revolutionary
French freethinkers.

If you hadn't written them
anonymously,

you'd be in prison.

Well written.
Quite Voltaire-inspired.

Don't worry.
We won't harm you.

You suffer from ordinary
wear and tear.

But I'm sure the young ladies

of your circle are quite content.

- Christ.
- I like him.

Am I done here?

Struensee, how would you
like a new position?

What position is that?

The King's personal physician.

Believe it or not,
Brandt and I were

at the very top
of the Danish Court.

High enough to be permitted

to sniff the chaste minister wives
between the legs.

When King Frederik died,

Bernstorff removed
the ones he didn't like.

So here we are
in the world's asshole.

Sorry about that.

We miss life at Court.

The King is in Hamburg right now

on his grand tour of Europe.

But they're stuck.

He's too ill to continue.

- What's wrong with him?
- Psst!

The Court has had
the brilliant idea

of hiring a personal physician

to take care of the King
on the rest of his journey.

So we want
to try to get your name

onto the list of candidates
summoned for an interview.

You'd definitely need a new suit.

They would never
let me near the King.

Why not?

Because I'm an ordinary
small-town doctor.

And you apparently didn't
have much trouble uncovering

- that I'm a man of the Enlightenment.
- So are we, damn it!

I am.
Rantzau just thinks he is.

You don't run around Court
blabbering about it.

Just keep mentioning
your father the priest.

The Court loves that crap.

And if I actually got the position,
which is highly unlikely,

but just for the sake of argument,
let's say I got it, what then?

Then you use your position to get Brandt
and me back into the inner circle.

And what does
a personal physician do?

Blow the King's nose or...?

Who cares?
Lick his feet, wipe his ass.

We're talking about the King.

No! No!

I don't want to!

Johann Struensee?

You may have heard

that the King has certain... moods.

Only rumors.
Do you have a theory?

He's been difficult since childhood.

But I think most
of his problems stem

from excessive masturbation.

You may enter.

- Your Majesty, my name is--
- I don't need a doctor.

The Court thinks
you need a doctor.

Do you have any idea why?

I like to drink.

I like hookers with big breasts

and I like fighting.

What's wrong with that?

I am King!

What if you weren't King?
What would make you happy?

"To sleep,
perchance to dream."

"Often expectation fails
and most often there,

where most it promises."

"All the world's a stage, and all
the men and women merely players."

"They have their exits
and their entrances

and one man in his time
plays many parts."

"What a piece of work is a man."

"There's something
rotten in the..."

No! I don't like that one.
I don't like it.

Pick another. Come!

Umm...

A horse...

"My kingdom for a horse."

"The web of our life is of
a mingled yarn, good and ill together."

- Your turn!
- Yes.

COPENHAGEN, 1769

Your Majesty, there seems
to be a slight confusion

about when and where
the French tenor will sing.

In the dining hall,
following dessert.

- But wait until the tables are cleared.
- Very well.

Is everyone ready
by the main stairs?

Everyone will be
ready shortly, Your Majesty.

Then we'll call upon you
and the senior ministers.

- Fine.
- That was all, Your Majesty.

Lord Chamberlain.

- Did you remember Gourmand?
- The dog.

Of course, Your Majesty.

And thank you.

Your Majesty.

Where are the people?

Is there no one to cheer
the return of the King?

We thought Your Majesty would be
tired from the long journey.

I want to be greeted
by my people. Get them.

Get the people here now!
Otherwise I'll jump in the canal.

Do you hear me?
I'll jump in the canal!

A splendid idea, Your Majesty.

A nice swim in the canal
would do you good.

Aha.

You really think so?

Absolutely.
Shall we?

A little later, perhaps.
Come.

Can you believe that His Majesty
has terminated Reventlow?

His old tutor who's been watching
over him since he was a child.

I think the new physician
is a bad influence.

He is said to be an amoral libertine,
who drags His Majesty to whore...

Are you not spending
the evening with the King?

He is giving Dr. Struensee
a tour of the castle.

Struensee!
You follow politics, right?

- It happens.
- You must join me in the council today,

or I shall be terribly bored.

To me it seems like a rather
harmless satire, Mr. Guldberg.

To call satire that mocks
the nobility "harmless" is unfortunate.

What is next?
The Court?

The King?
The Church?

I am not inclined to put
anyone in prison for a poem

about the size
of a nobleman's derrière.

A fine and a year's ban
on publishing will suffice.

He has spent his appanage
for the entire year in only four months.

He will not leave us alone
until we respond.

As the letter shows,
she was quite pleased

and asked us to give the Russian delegate
a token of our appreciation.

...extensive acreage
which is a forest area...

If we don't, the people may...

...cannot allow primitive pirates
to humiliate our fleet.

- ...15 per tonnage.
- What is it?

That would require a lengthy
explanation, Your Majesty.

- Just sign it.
- ...agricultural reform is...

...strikers to be thrown in...

...and our naval officers.

We have reached a decision.

They all think I'm crazy.

Hi.

What the hell is going on?

Why haven't
we heard from you?

It's good to see you too,
Rantzau. Brandt.

Oh? So, now we use first names?
What the hell are we doing here?

- Aren't we good enough for Court?
- Come on in.

- I have an acquaintance you should meet.
- Come on.

Rantzau! Brandt!

- Your Majesty.
- I missed you. Welcome home.

Why does Copenhagen
always reek of shit?

Shit shit shit.
I have the smell of shit

in my nose, shit on my shoes.

I am the King of Shitty Town.

Your Majesty,

come have a drink with us.

Do you find it appropriate
to get drunk at whorehouses

and act up every night?

For everyone to see.

Your Majesty,
I'm sure the people don't...

I'm not interested
in your opinion, Dr. Struensee.

Christian?

I apologize, Mother.

Why did I have to end up
with that boring cow?

The world is full of princesses,

and I get one who's always grumpy.

When she's not playing Queen,
she's in her room sleeping.

Have you considered
that she might be ill?

Of course!

She must be ill.
No one can be that boring.

Yes! You must attend
to her, Struensee.

I don't think the Queen likes me.

But I'm sure one
of your Court doctors...

The Court doctors?
No no no no.

It has to be you.
Make her fun.

I want a fun queen.

I'll send her to your chambers.

I cannot find anything wrong,
Your Majesty.

I could have told you that.

It is your spirits
that are the problem.

- Pardon?
- Your mood.

You're in a bad mood.
Do you get enough fresh air?

And what about hobbies?

I hear you're
an accomplished pianist.

You heard wrong.

- Are we done?
- I will recommend to the Court

that we move
to the summer residence.

With your approval, of course.

Rousseau.

"Man is born free,

and everywhere
he is in shackles."

Would you mind
if I borrowed this?

HOLSTEIN, GERMANY

The loser gets thrown in the water!

No!

Yes!

King Christian VII,
ladies and gentlemen.

I hear there's a smallpox epidemic
coming in Copenhagen.

- What do you say, Struensee?
- Yes, I heard about it.

Let's hope it's a small one.

Have you set out to charm
all of our nobility, Struensee?

Perhaps we should acquire more?

You have an interesting
book collection.

One day you have to tell me
how you managed

to smuggle it into the castle.

Do you ride, Your Majesty?

Not if I can help it.

It feels so... clumsy.

That is because you use side-saddle.

As your new physician,
I'd rather not be responsible

for you falling ill, Your Highness.

Shh.

It reminds me of England.

Locke and Voltaire are excellent,

but some
of the Enlightenment's ideas

are a bit extreme,
don't you think?

Rousseau's notion
of abandoning civilization

and living in trees.

He knows
it's not actually possible.

But still.

I think he has a point in stating

that the way in which
we have structured society

makes it difficult for people
to live their lives.

- How so?
- Religion. Marriage.

Anything that takes away
our personal freedom.

Don't have children, Struensee.

I hadn't planned to.

So what do you want?

I want to travel
the world, Your Majesty,

and see places
you only read about.

That sounds like a good life.

- What is that?
- A wooden horse.

Don't be afraid.

Don't...

- Is he dead?
- Yes.

He was punished by his master.

Why was this done to him?

Why?

I suppose he stole something,

was in the wrong place.
I don't know.

But someone thought he should
be tortured to death for it.

There's nothing we can do.

Half the Court
owns estates in this area.

These peasants probably
belong to someone we know.

Brandt, do you know
where Struensee is?

Yes, he returned to Copenhagen.

Something about
a smallpox epidemic.

I don't know what to do.

COPENHAGEN, 1769
We don't have room for any more in there.

- How many dead?
- Almost 20 today.

Who's he?
I've seen him before.

He's a servant
at the castle, Doctor.

You're out of your mind,
Struensee.

It's one thing to perform your dubious
experiments on the people,

but now you want to risk
the Crown Prince's life?

On the contrary.
I am trying to safeguard his life.

What is he even doing out there?

His Majesty's personal physician has
no business roaming city hospitals.

More than 700 people have died
in the last few months,

most of them children.

And today the epidemic
crossed the canals

and reached Christiansborg.

Have you previously tested
this inoculation?

Yes. On myself as well.

What is the survival rate?

Well, there's always some risk...

- "Some risk"!
- But if it goes well,

and I'm confident that it will,
he will be immune.

The Crown Prince is the heir
to the Danish throne!

He's protected by God!

A smallpox epidemic
is not picky, Mr. Guldberg.

It kills both kings and queens.
As you very well know.

Your Majesty?

Mother, can we please leave?

Now we wait.

Dear Struensee,
come sit with us.

The inoculation was a success.

Thank you, dear God.

God has nothing to do with this.

How many lives could
your method save?

Most of them, if it's done right.

Then what are we waiting for?

- Are you mocking me?
- No. On the contrary.

But I'm not the one to ask.

And then we have
Her Highness' proposal

that the Court administers
an extensive smallpox

inoculation at the city's hospitals.

We looked into it,
but the expense...

Thank you, that's fine.
We have enough expenses as it is.

Inform Her Majesty
that her proposal

will be considered at a later date.

- What's this?
- Your Majesty?

THE FREE PEOPLE

"Anonymous."

THE RATIONALIST'S LIGHT

"J.S."

- Rantzau.
- Your Majesty.

Allow me to introduce
Madame Sophie Livernet.

Your Majesty, it's an honor to meet you.

The light of my life.

Have you noticed that he swears
half as much when he's with her?

She's only after
his money, you know.

Her family just lost
their entire fortune.

As long as he's happy.

Yes, men have
an odd ability to ignore reason

when it comes to beautiful
young women.

"Le Morte d'Arthur."
Have you read it?

- Thomas Malory.
- I've heard of it.

King Arthur's knight, Sir Lancelot,

has an affair with Queen Guinevere.

The king finds out,
orders them both killed,

and the kingdom falls apart.

You're a fool.

I like you a lot.

I don't want to mourn
by your severed head.

- Your Majesty.
- No. Don't get up.

I managed to slip away
from the ministers' wives.

Years of practice.

Do you think
we'll ever be free?

The people, I mean.

Mankind.

Will your treasured
Enlightenment free us

from stupidity and fear
of divine punishment?

I think so. Yes.

Frederik's generation will be
the standard bearer for a new dawn.

So we should lie
on our deathbeds

and rejoice as the new dawn
passes us by?

All your fantastic ideas
will remain on paper.

At Court I have the authority
of a mere maid.

And my husband?

He does have the authority.

I don't think you realize

how much influence
you have on Christian.

He trusts you unconditionally.

What will you dress up as for the ball?

I'm going as a French court jester.

I shall talk like this.

Like a Frenchman.
All night.

Do you remember telling me

that everyone at Court
thinks you're crazy?

That's funny.

I don't think you are.

I think some people are
so sealed inside their fate

that they hide deep
within their mind.

I think you could be
an amazing king, Christian.

I think you could make
a real difference,

if you dared use
your power in the Council.

I don't know about
all that stuff. I can't.

I'm sure you can.

How?

By doing what
you love the most.

Acting.

Just like in the theater.

With lines that have
already been written.

Acting?

If it were up to you,
what would you change?

Honored members of the Council.

Umm...

No longer shall
refined noble noses

be tainted with the city's stench.

No longer shall
the people suffocate

in the reek of their own waste.

- Your Majesty.
- I... King Christian VII,

hereby declare war on shit.

From tonight I want
to triple the number

of waste collectors on the streets.

Where do you imagine
the money should come from?

I knew you would ask me that.

The money will be acquired

by making a minor cut in pensions

for those who still have
income from their estates

and therefore
do not need a pension.

Fine, Your Majesty.
More waste collectors.

And...! And Gourmand will be appointed
honorary member of the Council.

Struensee!

Your Majesty.

You recognized me.

I would recognize you
blindfolded.

But your costume
is not very imaginative.

No, I'm afraid I am not
very good at masquerades.

For me this is the one night
when everyone can be themselves.

But you never remove
your mask.

Do you?

Your Majesty.

Will you do me the honor?

Thank you!

Oh!

Was that it?

Am I really such
a dull dance partner?

I'm sure there are many
waiting to take my place.

Where have you been?

Hello, Christian.

- I had an idea.
- What?

How about empty carriages
driving around the city

picking up people who are too drunk
to find their way home?

Yes. Why not?

Yes.

Will you read
to us tonight, Mother?

No, I think I'll turn in early.

"I am not asking you

to understand
or forgive my actions,

but for the first time
in my life I was happy."

"Must the poor
unwanted children

be thrown
in the gutter or killed?

No, I say.
There should be a..."

"We thought we could have it all.

We were naive."

"A home where mothers can..."

- Nice and easy. Don't repeat it.
- Yes.

And I just had another idea.

I propose a law to the effect...

"For a while it felt like
we could do something.

Bring about change.

Our little group
of freethinkers grew.

And so did our ideas."

- It's still the same...
- But, Bernstorff, Bernstorff,

- I think we should pass the law about...
- Shh shh shh. No...

We talked about it.

"But ultimately
the Council was too strong.

And the harder it became,

the more times he was rejected,

the more despondent
Christian became."

I propose mandatory
smallpox inoculations for the people.

We've spoken about this.
There is no money.

Fine.

All our ideas are rejected

before Christian
even opens his mouth.

What if you had
a seat in the Council?

Christian is all alone.

He needs someone
to defend him.

I would certainly be elected.
Unanimously.

I'm serious.

It would give us a chance
against the wigs.

It's not as easy as proposing

waste collectors and street lights.

Bernstorff is getting old.

The ministers aren't as loyal
to him as they used to be.

What are you doing,
Dr. Struensee?

I'm not doing anything.

The King keeps proposing
ideas for the Council.

Smallpox inoculation,

a home for unwanted children.

Practically rewarding
women for lechery.

Repulsive.

I'm worried about
the nature of his proposals--

their origin.

Inoculation was
the Queen's idea.

She desperately wants to be seen
as the people's rescuing angel.

I think it's the German.

I have heard disturbing rumors

about Struensee from Altona,
but I have no proof.

But your influence stretches
all the way to the colonies.

Permit me to be very direct,
Queen Dowager.

I know of your ambitions
for your son.

To have Christian suddenly
acting like a true king

is not in your best interest.

No matter who has his ear.

They will never agree to it!

I keep telling you,
they will not agree to it.

Perhaps they will.

But the Council...
we're talking about 100-year-old laws.

- And 100-year-old men.
- Let me get this straight,

do you want to be in there alone,
or do you want someone there with you?

I want you there,
I can't do it alone.

But I don't have anything to...

But it doesn't make any sense.

An ordinary doctor on the Council?

He is not an ordinary doctor,
I'm afraid.

We found anonymous writings
in Altona

that we know were written
by Struensee.

What writings would that be?

Thoughts on the rights
of peasants.

A proposal to cut peasants'
mandatory work hours in half.

A proposal to revoke
proprietors' rights

to corporally punish
their peasants.

A fundamental questioning
of the idea

of ownership of peasants,
including serfdom...

I'm not done!

Outlawing torture

in interrogation
of prisoners and criminals.

Limitation of Church influence
on public matters.

Speculations about
the stultifying nature of religion.

It's more than 100 pages long.

The King is letting himself be directed
by a man of the Enlightenment.

Denmark is one of the last outposts
in a depraved Europe.

If we persist in letting
foreigners like Struensee

enter our country
with their heathen ideas...

May I remind you that there are
several foreigners present here?

Bernstorff, there is not
one individual in the room

who does not admire
you and your work.

You cannot let a dangerous man
like Struensee stay at Court.

It would be unforgiveable.

Something's wrong.

Don't worry.

Do you have any exciting proposals
for us today, Your Majesty?

I have come to the conclusion...

that the time has come

for new blood
on the honorable Council.

New ideas for new times,
if you will.

I assume you have already found

the perfect candidate
in Dr. Struensee?

You can sit down, Your Majesty.

It is out of the question.

My Lord, if I may?

You have no right
to speak in the Council.

Why is that?
Why is it so dangerous

to let a citizen speak
about ordinary people's...

We are familiar
with your harmful ideas.

Sit down, Your Majesty.

I call a referendum
on removing Dr. Struensee

from Court and expelling him
from Denmark.

No.

No no no...

Stop!

Let him go.

Let him go immediately,
or I will have your heads!

- Your Majesty.
- I am king!

Shh! Shh!

Bernstorff...

you are relieved of your duties.

And I declare...

I declare the entire
Council dissolved!

On my order government of all

of the country's affairs
is taken over

by a cabinet consisting of me

and Johann Friedrich Struensee.

Goodbye, pissants.

- I did it. I did it!
- Yes.

- Did you see me, Struensee?
- Yes, I did.

Do you realize
what just happened?

How much good we can do now?

Yes.

I can feel it.

Change.

DISSOLUTION
OF THE STATE COUNCIL

"It was an indescribable feeling.

All of our thoughts and ideas
could now become reality.

DECREE: GENERAL INOCULATION
We sat up nights.

ABOLITION OF CORPORAL
PUNISHMENT OF PRISONERS

ACCESS TO UNIVERSITY...
In the following months

FOR ALL CITIZENS
hundreds of laws were passed.

GENERAL LICENSE TO PUBLISH

Everything was possible.

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ESTABLISHED IN COPENHAGEN

Denmark had suddenly become
a pioneering country

admired across Europe.

ABOLITION OF CENSORSHIP

The Enlightenment
had finally arrived."

Rantzau, it's been a long time.

It's one hell of an office
you've acquired.

It's not my office.
This is the Cabinet.

How are you?

Thank you for asking.
Terrible, actually.

I spend all my time trying
to navigate all your new laws.

You have ideas at the same rate

that the rest of us change clothes.

People are getting confused.

The nobility is confused.

Come on, Struensee,
you're nothing but a town doctor.

You never owned
anything in your life.

Not even a title.

And now you think
you can run a country.

Well, it's a good thing I have
my noble friend to advise me.

You have titles enough
for the both of us.

To Christian
King of Denmark

What is it?

A letter for Christian

from Voltaire.

- Voltaire himself.
- Yes.

It's hard to believe.

He must have heard
of all the things we've done.

- What's wrong?
- I'm pregnant.

You do realize
what this means?

Everyone knows that

I haven't been with Christian.

And that will not happen.

I have to.

No.

Do you want our child
to end up in the gutter?

Blah blah blah blah

blah blah blah
blah blah blah.

"An ascending sun that you,

the light of the North,

in your infinite wisdom
have followed.

Voltaire."

The light of the North?

Struensee, I fear
I have history on my side.

Christian, you haven't visited

the Queen's chambers
in over a year.

The people think you're neglecting

your marital obligations.

No.

No, she doesn't want to.

On the contrary.

She told me
she wants it to happen.

Yes, well, I can't get
an erection with her.

Just think of it as more acting.

I have decided
to resume my visits

to the Queen's chamber
starting tonight.

- Christian.
- Mother.

Come.

Don't come any closer.
I reek of him.

We have to see each other
as little as possible from now on.

For the sake of the child.

Please leave.

"The spirit I have seen
may be the Devil.

The Devil has the power
to assume a pleasing shape.

Perhaps out of my weakness
and my melancholia,

as he is very potent
with such spirits,

abuses me to damn me."

Move away, Brandt.

You're breathing down my neck.

"I'll have grounds
more relative than this.

The play's the thing

wherein I'll catch
the conscience of the King."

Christian, I don't think
we can continue to be intimate.

- It's not healthy.
- Oh, right.

The baby.
Of course.

Perhaps you should sleep
in your own chambers.

No.
No no no no no no.

I like sleeping with you two.

Can you hear my voice?

Huh?

Can you hear
your father speaking?

Can you hear your father?

And what have we here?

A review of Court expenses.

Mm-hmm. Why?

The country's economy is bad.
We have to make cuts.

Aha.

Yes. Yes yes.

- No...
- Just sign it.

I have an idea.

How about a new day
of celebration

where all young Court ladies
walk around naked?

- This isn't a game, Christian.
- It could be fun!

If they strutted around naked...

Shut up, damn it!

You can't yell at me.

You can't yell at me.

- Don't ever do that.
- I'm sorry.

You can't yell at me.
I'm the King.

Christian, look at this.

This decree ensures

that you don't have to sign
every little document.

It's sufficient that I do it.

You don't need me
to sign the laws anymore?

Yes, but you hate paperwork.
You could be outside having fun.

But I have fun with you.

It's just a formality.

We could spend our time together
on better things.

I hereby appoint you King...

of Prussia.

Boom!

I had a visit from the bailiff
the other day.

Apparently I am deeply in debt.

Damn leeches.

Take care of it, will you?

I can't just erase your debt.

Of course you can.

You just sign a piece of paper.

And let my friends spend
the state's money on bad gambling?

How do I explain that
to the people?

To hell with the people.

Are you even listening?

I'm broke.

Sophie is leaving me.

I can see it in her eyes.

She no longer smiles at me.

I could lend you the money.

How much to keep them at bay?

Who the hell do you think you are?

You cannot call Her Majesty
very sociable these days.

She mainly keeps to herself.

Pardon me, but when
was she ever sociable?

May I walk with you?

I'm not staying at
the summer residence much longer.

- Back to your duties?
- Yes.

How are you?

It's kicking all the time.

He wants to come out
and see his beautiful mother.

You mean "she."

You do realize that lying to me
would be an act of treason.

If that sort of lechery takes place,

and you know about it,

it's a mortal sin to conceal it.

You'll end up in purgatory.

We swear.
We don't know anything.

You're excused.

And not a word to anyone!

I know what I saw.

I saw something.

It's close.

Why did construction
come to a halt?

We have no money
until taxes are collected.

- The roofs are rotting.
- All the changes cost money.

We can't afford it.

We'll have to look
at the nobility's appanage.

- Are you serious?
- Yes.

The Court has been throwing titles at
them for years, they don't lift a finger.

- They just drain the state funds.
- All the Court will go against you.

- Even your supporters.
- How much would that give us?

- Not enough.
- Guldberg is already whispering

in the ear of anyone
who'll listen to him.

How about the military?
We haven't been to war in 50 years.

The military? Are you sure?

Her Majesty has
delivered a daughter.

She is receiving shortly.

I need peace and quiet.

Yes, we will go celebrate.

Everyone is invited
to my chambers.

Dr. Struensee.

Will you attend to me?

Louise Augusta.

Louise Augusta.

I love you.

I love you.

We are a family now.

She's so tiny.

We should tell
His Majesty at once.

We won't go to the King.
Not directly.

Do you propose we ignore it?

No, I'm just saying
we don't involve Christian.

Recent events cast serious
doubts on his judgment.

The people are no longer
well served by him.

Your Royal Highness,

you are talking about a coup.

There would be chaos.

On the contrary.

There would finally be order.

A new cabinet in the King's place

consisting of honorable men.

The people would slaughter us.

Not if we have the next
royal heir presiding.

How will you achieve this
without the King hanging us all?

Let's just say that
Struensee himself

has given us
a very efficient weapon.

Struensee, it's me, Brandt!

I'm alone. Open!

Christian's guards have
returned from the city.

He's gone berserk.

Hurry!
He's destroying everything.

Christian.

The King of Prussia.

What's wrong?

Was it always her
you wanted?

Was it?!

Is it true?

Is the child yours?

No.

Swear!

I swear it's not true.

It's not true, Christian.

Why would someone
write it then?

Cruel writings.

Leave me alone, you fruit.

Hyah!

Come on!

This is what he read.

They've been distributed
throughout the city.

WHILE THE KING SLEEPS

The Vile German on Nocturnal Visit
to the Queen's Chambers

They will take her from us.

Dr. Struensee?

A rare guest down here.

But it's never too late
for absolution.

Not even for sins such as yours.

Consider yourself relieved
of your Court duties.

Your belongings are
being packed.

You can't.
I am appointed by...

I can do exactly as I wish.

You are destroying
my country, Struensee...

blessed by a king we both know
to be disturbed.

Who is most disturbed?
The King...

or someone who believes
Earth was created in six days?

Leave, or I'll have you removed.

I don't like that people
in the city spread lies.

You should stay
inside the castle.

Stay in the castle?
No! It's so boring.

I know, and that's why
I've arranged a surprise for you.

Christian, meet Moranti.

Oh my, he's funny-looking!

He escaped from a Dutch slave trader

and apparently found
his way to our kitchen.

We thought
he would make a good page.

Yes, I'll play with him,

- but I can't take care of him.
- No, of course not.

Brandt will be with you
at all times.

I hate Brandt.

I want you.

I'll join you later.

Why not give Moranti
a tour of the castle?

Shall We Let Our Kingdom
Be Overthrown?

An Unholy Alliance.
Our King Is in Danger!

They say you are poisoning Christian
to make him insane.

That you will kill your own son,

making Louise the sole heiress.

The rest is about
the evil foreigner,

who's destroying
the country with new laws.

There's no way around it.

We have to reinstate censorship.

It's spreading!
Johann, we have to...

Do it!

Do it! Do it!
Reinstate censorship.

Damn it!

Caroline,

you haven't slept in days.

They hate us.

Come. Come.

- What's that?
- It's laudanum.

It will calm you down.

That's enough.
That's enough.

Your Majesty!

What is my personal physician
doing in your chambers?

We were just entertaining ourselves

- with a little game of chess.
- Chess?

Would that be a new sort of chess,
seeing as you're naked?

- Why are you not with Louise?
- His Majesty insisted.

He wanted to be alone
with the child.

Get away from her.

I didn't do anything.
Mother...

I am not your mother!

You can never be alone
with her again, is that clear?

You are sick.

Would you like to know
who the little bastard's real father is?

- Your Majesty...
- The real father...

- is the King of Prussia!
- Your Majesty...

The King of Prussia
screwed my mother!

- Your Majesty...
- And this little fairy sucks his cock.

- I'm not...
- Fairy.

- Stop calling me a fairy...
- Fairy, fairy, fairy fairy!

Brandt!

My finger!

- Let go! My finger!
- Stop! Stop it!

What the hell are you thinking?

- You lied to me.
- Do you want to be alone?

- What?
- Do you want to be all alone again?

That's damn well what will happen,
if you continue acting like that!

Like a crazy person!

Christian.

Christian...

you were right.

I have been lying to you.
It was never my intention.

I don't want to hear about it.

I don't want to hear about it.

Everything has
to be like before.

- Yes.
- We have to be like before.

Do you hear me?

Just like before.

Like before.

If you ask me,

they've already killed the King.

- When was he last seen?
- He isn't dead.

They've locked him in a dungeon.

You were right.

They're like a pack
of helpless dogs.

It will happen
at the Court ball.

In two days?

We can't.
Christian would never...

It's too late for doubts.

Put your faith in God.

JANUARY 16, 1772

Caroline?

What is going on with you?

Why haven't you
put on your gown?

I'm not in the mood for a ball.

But we have to attend.

You could leave the country.

Find a position in Germany,

France or perhaps England.

- You know I can't do that.
- Why not?

I could come visit you.

We could be free.
We could be together.

And leave the country
to the priests?

I don't care much
for Denmark these days.

You're not yourself
right now, Caroline.

Can't we talk about this later?

I think I'll sleep alone tonight.

Will you at least
put on a gown?

Your Royal Highness
sent for me?

Did you know that Struensee

is making additional cuts
in the military budget?

I hear rumors.
The Norwegian sailors are in uproar

because their wages are delayed.

They aren't mere rumors.

I was just informed that next in line
is the King's Life Guard.

Unless we act. Now.

You've seen with your own eyes
what is happening at Court.

And what is happening
to our country.

Tonight it is time to decide whether
you will be a bystander

or among those who take action.

Rantzau, get up.

I see the bailiff has been here.

I would get back
my French estate?

Mmm.

- And a seat on the Council?
- Yes, and the misunderstanding

with your debt will be rectified.
You will get all your money back.

And the plan is to deport him
and nothing more?

Yes.

What the hell is that?

It's the sound
of a country being reborn.

We want to see the King!

We want to see the King!

Death to the German!

Death to the German!

Death to the German!

Death to the German!

- We want to see the King!
- We want to see the King!

- Death to the German!
- Death to the German!

- I can't do it.
- It'll be fine.

I can't. I can't.

No...

No no!

- Don't be afraid.
- I can't.

- They just want to see you.
- I can't do it.

I can't.
They will kill me.

- They will kill me.
- No, they won't.

Yes! They will kill me.
They will kill me!

- They will kill me!
- No one is going to kill you.

- Come on.
- No!

- Christian...
- No!

You are the King now.

You deal with it.

Stand down!
Stand down! Stand down!

They'll go home soon.

When they start feeling cold.

Do you remember...

our first night together?

It feels like we've been
unhappy ever since.

I have been happy.

Come to me tonight?

May I have the last dance
of the evening?

Yes, of course.

No! Stay away!
What is going on?

Calm down, Your Majesty.

We have come to save your life.

- Are they inside the castle?
- Any minute now.

The only way to stop it is
to give them the German.

I can't do that.

Your Majesty...

- I can't! I can't.
- Your Majesty...

- I can't.
- Your Majesty...

Rantzau.

I have to tell you something

that's been troubling me
for some time.

Struensee, Brandt and the Queen
are plotting to kill you.

I overheard them talking.

No.

I overheard them plan it.

I'm Struensee's friend
and confidante.

I have no reason to lie.

So that's why
Brandt bit my finger.

Sign this.

It's an order for their arrest.

I can't.

Your Majesty...

listen.

Listen to them out there.

The people demand
that Your Majesty act.

Sign it before
it's too late. Come.

I can't.

Yes, you can, Your Majesty.

Sign it. Come.

- Sign it before it's too late.
- I can't!

- I can't! I can't!
- Sign it! Sign it!

Johann Friedrich Struensee,
you are under arrest

for conspiracy against
His Majesty the King

and the Danish people.

Let's see what
the King has to say.

His Majesty signed
the arrest order.

Take him.

Open in the name of the King!

Shh. Shh.

Where is Christian?

Step aside.

I command
that you step aside.

- I want to see Christian!
- Caroline, it's over.

I hope it's worth it to you.

They'll kill Johann.

No one's getting killed.
He'll be banished to Altona.

You naive idiot.

Are you here to gloat?

Frederik stays here.

- What?
- Take Louise, you're still nursing.

But the Crown Prince
remains with his father.

No.

He can't.

He stays with me.

Don't touch him.

Wait...
Aren't you listening?

Let him go!

Juliane?

Please, don't do this.

Frederik, don't be afraid.

Mommy will be back soon.

Mommy will
be back soon.

We're here for your confession.

I have nothing to confess.

You seduced the Queen
and conspired against the Court,

plotting to kill the King
and lead Denmark astray.

I have nothing to confess.

I know you outlawed torture,

but we have a new cabinet now.

Your Majesty sent for me.

Any news?

Johann has confessed
to the affair.

They tortured him for days
until he finally gave in.

I advise you to confess too.

This is a plea for Christian
to pardon Johann and Brandt.

Deliver it to him in person.

Dr. Struensee,
my name is Münter.

I know your father well.

What do you want, priest?

The King has informed
the cabinet that he wishes

to pardon you and Brandt
on the day of execution.

It seems you're saved.

But the Cabinet wants
something in return.

What?

A written statement

saying you were mistaken
in all your deeds.

And that you sincerely ask
for God's forgiveness.

A statement you dictate to me

and which the Cabinet
will later publish.

I've thought a lot about God

these past few days.

That doesn't surprise me, son.

Are you sure the execution isn't today?

Yes, I'm absolutely sure.

It's been noisy outside
all morning.

Where are they all headed?

I haven't heard anything,
Your Majesty.

I can't wait
to see Struensee's face

when I pardon him.

Do you think he's mad at me?

No. Why would he be?

Indeed.

Who came up with the idea of the King
pardoning people at the last minute?

It'd be a lot less harrowing
if he got it over with sooner.

It is tradition.

People must be present
to applaud their merciful king.

Yes.

What?

Nothing.

Ouch!

Where's... the King?

I am one of you.

I am one of you!

I am
one of you!

I am one of you!

You swore nothing
would happen to him,

that he would only be banished.

It must have been
a slip of the tongue.

And my seat in the Council?
Was that a slip of the tongue too?

That's enough, Rantzau.
You've been amply rewarded.

Your Majesty,

we're in safe hands
with the young Crown Prince.

Go play with your negro.

I love you.

I love you so much.

We'll see each other
again soon.

I promise.

"Part of me was happy

that it was Germany
I was deported to.

Not far from where Johann
was raised and did his work.

And in my new house in Celle

I was met by an old friend.

I have lived here
for five years now

and in spite of all my pleading,

the Court keeps
a close eye on me

and refuses to let me leave Celle.

I write to you now,

as I've become very ill.

I will not survive this illness,

but at least I have now told you
what really happened."

Bring it to them when they're
old enough to understand.

I will keep it safe.

DENMARK 1783

"As I am sure you have already
seen with your own eyes,

Denmark has regressed
to the Middle Ages since Johann died.

While the rest
of Europe blossoms,

your country has become
a dark place

controlled by faith
and suspicion.

My dear children,

if I could only see you now.

Who have you become?

Frederik,

did you inherit
Christian's temper?

Louise, do you have
Johann's eyes?"

Your Royal Highnesses,

I am so glad you came.

"My beloved children,

you do not know me,
but I am your mother.

I do not know
what you think of me.

Perhaps you hate me..."

"Frederik.

Louise Augusta.

You are Denmark's best hope
for a brighter future.

I know you will make me proud.

I love you so very much."

"Your mother, Caroline Mathilde."

Father.

With his father's help
Frederik staged a coup d'état

and seized power at the age of 16.

Guldberg, Juliane Marie
and their Cabinet

were banished from Court.

In the course of Frederik's
55-year-long reign

almost all of Struensee's laws
were reinstated.

Frederik went
even further than Johann

when he abolished serfdom
and liberated the peasants.