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Once upon a time,
a beautiful young girl

grew up hidden away
in a convent

by the edge of the sea.

Marie-Josephe!

Marie-Josephe!

Her very existence
was a secret,

for she was
the king's daughter.

Marie-Josephe!

From a very
early age,

she was drawn to the water.

Much to the dismay of
the convent's strict nuns

who did their best
to shelter her from the world.

How often have you been
warned not to swim in the sea?

Very often.

And my previous punishments...

revoking your riding privileges,

burning your beloved cello,
none were enough to deter you?

It is Satan's voice
which calls you

to the unholy sea.

No.

Abbess, it is
a simple joy of nature.

- Silence.
- It is.

Silence, I said.

Meanwhile,
at the palace of Versailles,

Marie-Josephe's
father King Louis XIV,

King of France,
had recently returned

victorious
from an expensive war

that had dragged on for years.

Our troops have been fighting

with exceptional
skill and courage.

It has been
the greatest honor for me

to stand beside each...

France
still had enemies.

And that night, the man
also known as the Sun King,

learned that even
he would not live forever.

Now...

Where was I?

Few inches to the right...

would have found your heart.

If France loses you...

it will be catastrophic.

- Not to mention lonely for me.
- Hmm.

There is a possible solution.

I've been investigating
certain properties

of an organ in a legendary
sea creature.

A fish?

That's your solution?

If the question
is the king's mortality...

this creature
could hold the key.

And with that
the Sun King

commissioned a risky expedition

to find the underwater
lost city of Atlantis

and its fabled mermaids.

Believing they held
the key of life everlasting.

For this dangerous mission,
a courageous captain

was sent to search
the far reaches of the seas.

I think I saw it.

Due North.

Are you sure?

Only if you believe
in the unbelievable.

Ready the barrels!

Ready the barrels!

Lower the nets.

Drop them both now.

- Fire!
- Fire!

- Heave!
- Pull!

Heave!

Up!

It's gonna kill us all!

No!

We only need the female.

Let the male go.

So,
Captain Yves De La Croix

sent word of the amazing
capture back to Versailles

on the wings
of the royal carrier pigeons.

Fantastic news, Your Majesty.

De la Croix's ship
sails for home...

in possession
of the miraculous cargo.

The coming eclipse
is perfect timing.

The books are clear
about these matters

and specify that the creature
must be sacrificed

right as the moon passes
in front of the sun.

In order to transfer
its gift of eternal life.

Perhaps we should
withhold our glee, Dr. Labarthe,

until we have proof that
your books are not just fiction.

Relax, Father.

Surely, the doctor wouldn't
be risking his reputation

on this outlandish claim

unless he was feeling
very confident.

Port Le Harve,
dead ahead, captain!

The King's
closest minister

had serious doubts
about the doctor's plan

for the mermaid.

And as fate would have it

he had just requested

that the King's daughter
attend the world celebration

of the coming solar eclipse.

Father, a response from
the Convent de St. Helene.

Give me the girl's files.

It seems the Abbess can't
wait to grant us our request.

And on the next day,

Father La Chaise
went to retrieve

the King's long lost daughter.

Thus, starting Marie-Josephe's
great adventure.

She has become
incurably defiant.

Immune to all discipline.

Your reports
over the years

have told of
a prodigious musical talent.

A soul poised
in devotion to God.

Throughout her childhood, yes.
But she's become...

Dear Abbess...

I need to know
whether her talents

might be welcomed in court.

You are leaving us,
Marie-Josephe.

Where am I going?

To a lavish
and glimmering hell...

where you will
no doubt thrive.

Do you serve the King?

No, I work for the King.

I serve God.

Are you taking me
to meet the King or God?

I always heard
the tales of Versailles.

I never imagined
it would be quite so...

Magnificent?

The stuff of dreams.

Magali, please.

Marie-Josephe d'Alembert.

This is Magali.

Bonjour.

Please show her to her room.

No. We're not in the Chateau.

This way, Mademoiselle.

Sire, it is the hour.

Boring!

I can write better
music than that.

Maybe you should compose
your own music, majesty.

Maybe I should be my own priest.

Find me a composer
who's fresh, exciting.

- No hurry.
- No hurry... meaning?

- Immediately.
- Ah.

Shall we start our day?

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

I shared my bed last night
with Madame Scarron.

Devereaux.

That was Madame Devereaux.

I don't think so.
Devereaux is an intellectual.

She's also a brunette.

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

I shared my bed last night
with Madame Devereaux.

You shall be forgiven.

To have earned private
quarters so quickly

is a magnificent feat.

I doubt I've earned anything.

Humility will get you nowhere
at Court, Mademoiselle.

Color and bravado
are the order of the day.

Look at those girls.
I don't fit in here.

It's my job to see
that you will.

All ladies'
chambers face East...

so that each awakens with a
ray of the King on her cheek.

It's the last piece
she wrote

at the convent, Your Majesty.

I am not the one to judge

whether or not her
skills are good enough.

She is not without talent.

And remember,
she has no formal training.

I'm speaking of talent.

The stuff one is made of.

I will meet her tomorrow.

And remember, no one
must know she's my daughter.

So how long were
you at the convent?

Since birth.

I never knew my parents.

Were you taken from them...

like I was from mine?

No.

I was left there.

How poetic.

Trauma at the start of life

often inspires greatness.

Sometimes I think
the trauma was greater

for the Abbess
than it was for me.

Your Majesty's,
first honor this morning

is bestowed on
Monsieur Jean-Michel Lintillac,

son of the lace and export
baron, Pierre Lintillac.

I feel a sense of
awe standing here

in the light of the Sun King.

A light cast for all France.

For all France!

I come to show my gratitude.

Our nation's gratitude

for your recent
military triumph.

It is God's triumph.

And... our brave soldiers.

In honor of your
upcoming birthday, Majesty,

let me offer this gift.

My father's dearest possession.

Forged from rare
Chinese diamonds.

How I dislike birthdays.

They remind me of mortality.

It will also remind you
of your

soul's immortality,
Your Majesty.

I am not worried about
my soul. Well, not just yet.

So, tell me, how
is your dear father?

He's ready to pass
from this world to the next.

I see.

Perhaps there is more
to do with the boy.

Meaning?

This war has
depleted the treasury.

Well, why don't we just turn
the boy upside-down

and see what falls
from his pockets?

He stands to inherit a fortune.

You're being secretive
and enigmatic.

Inappropriate behavior
for anyone but me.

Do you believe in coincidence?

Or fate?

Why is everyone staring?

Appearance
is everything.

- Appearance?
- Yes, Mademoiselle.

They'd rather gossip about you

than reflect on the emptiness
of their own lives.

Being kicked out of a convent

is hardly the making
of a fairy tale.

Perhaps.

But the fact that the King

had you brought here
makes you an object of intrigue.

Second only
to some secret surprise

he has planned
for the coming solar eclipse.

The King owns
the eclipse too, does he?

I guess when one rules
over the moon and the sun

he's entitled to schedule
their rendezvous.

Do you have
a favorite fountain?

Yes. The fountain of Flora.

It's right over there.

Isn't she beautiful?

Mademoiselle, be careful.

Mademoiselle!

The King!

Allow me, mademoiselle.

Are you okay?

Marie-Josephe.

Present yourself before
the King, if you please.

Might we remove that shock
from your face

and offer a smile?

Do you have a genuine smile...

hidden somewhere?

No regrets, Mademoiselle.

That statue is of a woman

who has caused many
to lose their balance.

Although...

mostly men.

No need to bother, Mademoiselle.

I have another one.

Move into quarters
befitting my new composer.

Have we died
and gone to Heaven?

I think so.

We are now in the chateau

among the truly privileged.

And I've been appointed
your lady-in-waiting.

It's all so magnificent.

If you could choose only one,

which would it be?

They're all so beautiful.

But...

I choose my cello.

My freedom.

- Steady.
- Hold it.

The King built all this

to bring water to Versailles
from the ocean via the Seine.

Those are a system of valves

that regulate
the various fountains.

There is the path
to the underground river,

brings all the water here.

"After the male
was returned to the sea,

the female fell into
a dark and lethargic trance."

A seaman's drunken commentary.

There were two of them?

Yes, Majesty.

But the male is useless
for our purpose.

Only the female possesses
the infinite light source.

What you propose, doctor,
is sacrilegious.

What I'm proposing
is revolutionary.

Stop the bickering. Stop it.

I want to see the creature
as soon as possible.

Yes, Majesty.

If this is real, we need it.

Which means we need him.

Why are you so anxious
to make him your enemy?

Self-respect, perhaps?

My immortality secures
the future of France.

The only thing God
gives you as immortal

is your soul and you only
have one of those to lose.

There must be
something you will eat.

Captain.

Bring up the creature.

That's easier said
than done, sire.

She remains on
the bottom, weakened

and traumatized
from her journey.

You speak as if it were human.

I cannot speak
to such things, Father.

I only meant
she behaves like a human.

She's rebellious, she won't eat.

It's as if she's lost
the will to live.

Interesting.

You think it chooses to die?

Nonsense.

The creature's condition
is unacceptable.

It must be brought
to health at once.

Well, you're the doctor.

I'm a sailor.

Perhaps you should remember that

before you speak
with such insolence.

Captain Yves,
you understand the creature

is the centerpiece
of the celebration?

- Yes, Sire.
- Good.

Then see to its full
and robust recovery

in time for the eclipse.

And in return you shall
receive a Royal pardon.

Majesty.

However,

you fail me...

then a dark cell
will seem like a paradise.

I promise.

Urgh!

What are you doing?

- No one is allowed in here.
- What is that...

I ask the questions, not you.

- Now answer me.
- It called me here.

Who called you?

The creature, in the water.

- She called you?
- Yes.

With her music.

Can't you hear it?

I hear noise like a...

dolphin or a whale,
but certainly not music.

I want to use
her song in my music.

So that the King, and the whole
world can hear in it what I do.

I'm not sure

which one of you
is the more peculiar.

Please don't go.

She has green
eyes. Hair almost like us.

And she called me
from my chamber.

A beautiful hairy fish called
you from your chamber.

No! No, not a fish.

I think she is a mermaid
like in the books.

Her music inspired this.

Don't fret, monsieurs.

A woman's soul
is as musical as a man's.

With perhaps...

touch more... vibrato.

Sire, it is the hour.

A touch of melancholy.

Like nothing
I've ever heard before.

It seems both of this
world and another.

Invite our young
composer to the ball.

Forgive me, father,
for I have sinned...

Yes?

I can't remember the exact

details of what happened
last night.

I understand. You're forgiven.

I've become used
to pretend to put on make up

for an imaginary grand ball.

Mademoiselle, you spoil things.

Don't speak.

Now...

prepare to dazzle.

Magali!

- What's wrong?
- Well.

I look like a clown!

Nonsense. That's how
all the ladies will be painted.

Well then maybe
I'd rather look like a man.

That's also
how the men will look.

Majesty...

may I present a somewhat

different version
of Mademoiselle d'Alembert.

I like this unique
look of yours.

Perhaps others will follow.

Oh, I doubt it.

You are something
they can never be.

An individual.

In all things, I suspect...

including your music.

I need your help.

Excuse me, Mademoiselle.

I need a brilliant suite for
the Celebration of the Eclipse.

Something regal,
something spiritual.

Something befitting Apollo.

And the Sun King.

Ah, Monsieur Lintillac.

Perhaps you can offer to dance
with this young mademoiselle.

I would be honored.

The two newest
members of the court,

one a dashing son of
France's wealthiest merchant...

And an orphan,

recently freed from
a convent defined by

humility and chastity.

Then I must humbly ask whether
such a virtuous young lady

would even know how to dance.

I'm afraid, Majesty,

I wouldn't know where to begin.

Well then, mademoiselle,

allow me to take the lead.

A minuet.

Three-quarter time.

And...

down, up...

up, down.

Now kick.

That's it, beautiful.

Away... yes, to lead and spin.

Beautiful. And kick.

And kick.

And up and turn...

Good. And hold.

That's it. Back.

And down... down.

Away...

to lead.

And ready.

Up, turn...

That's it.

I am so sorry.

You did fine, my dear.

She's very beautiful.

What she is, is an opportunity.

Just one I don't
fully understand yet.

Everyone,
come and enjoy the fireworks.

It was so amazing.

The King is the most
graceful dancer.

You would have loved
the fireworks.

It was so spectacular.

Something about you scares her.

Perhaps it's because
you're feeding her dead fish.

She told you that?

Of course. Who else?

Who else indeed?

This place is so beautiful.

I love the water.

You don't seem to be
afraid of it.

You don't seem to be
afraid of anything.

Definitely not water.

I grew up by the sea.

It was the only place I could go

to escape the prison
of my convent.

I feel the same way
about Versailles.

Out there, beyond that gate,

is the sailor's favorite sight.

The shore line disappearing
in the distance.

Not knowing what's coming next
other than grand adventure.

Sounds wonderful.

Have you ever been to sea?

Only in my dreams.

The Abbess considered
even swimming a crime.

A crime? Against who?

Against God.

The life force
has been confirmed.

As I predicted,

it emanates from the heart.

Once the water has been drained,

the creature will be killed
and the organelle removed...

placing the life force
into our hands.

It's a lovely dress.

Interesting. With your eyes.

Never seen anything like it.

It's wonderful to be here
with someone again.

A completely different
experience.

I understand you have company
here from time to time.

A rumor.

Odd... in a court
so devoid of gossip.

Doesn't make it false.

The statue in the fountain
where you fell in.

That was the last woman who
was here with me in the garden.

- Who is she?
- I used to draw her.

I'm not very good.

Her name was
Louise de la Valliere.

Do I remind you of her?

No one reminds me of her...

until you.

I'm afraid
I've abused my authority.

I questioned some of the nuns
at your convent.

The ones you liked.

Not that there's
such a thing as privacy.

Oh, I shouldn't think so.

They tell me
that you like to ride.

And you are fascinated
by spiders, which is strange

because they terrified
you as a young girl

after one bit you on the leg.

You can't possibly know that.

I'm a king, you know.

And kings have a way of
knowing absolutely everything.

You have made
a pledge of two million livre.

It's a hefty sum, sir,
even for a duchy.

No cost is too great
to honor my father's life.

I see no reason
to place the duchy

into the ground
with your father.

The title Duc de Lintillac...

shall remain alive...

as yours.

I am touched beyond words,
Majesty.

You didn't tell me
the fish men were so...

so...

- Handsome?
- Exactly.

The creature seems to have
recovered, Your Majesty.

It will be in perfect health
for the ceremony.

Good servants of France...

in the memory of the export
baron, Pierre Lintillac,

who has found safe passage
to the kingdom of heaven,

I present to you his son,
the future Duc de Lintillac...

whose title shall
be bestowed by me

in my supreme celebration
of the solar eclipse.

For all France!

For all France!

One barracuda is
gruesome enough,

ten will curdle your toes.

We hit a pod of 300 big ones.

Meaner than a slamboon of
drunken musketeers.

They were ramming the hull...
Bang!

Forcing us onto the rocks,

and just as they were about
to tear through the planks...

Oh, how frightening.

Now you'll be telling us
you tore them apart

with your bare teeth.

We turned sail and beat
them with the wind.

The easy way out.

Well, I think
it's the clever way out.

A man who fails to kill his prey

is either a weakling
or a coward.

And a man who sees only
two choices is a fool.

You are a worthless commoner.

And you merely behave like one.

That's enough.

Calm.

Your Majesty.

Forgive me, Majesty.
It was all my fault.

Serve the sixth course. Play on.

Marie-Josephe!

You should not be
swimming in there.

Her tail is sharp enough
to cut through stone.

Luckily, I'm not made of stone.

No, I suppose you're not.

Why do you hate him so much?

I used to sail lace
to China for his father.

On our last voyage, the Chinese
refused to pay for half,

so, our soon-to-be Duc

accused me of stealing it
and had me arrested.

Shame, isn't it,

when lies obscure the truth.

It seems to be the way things
work around here.

Not with you.

You say what you think.

As do you.

Yes. And it gets me in trouble.

So, you can ride.

Perhaps better than you.

The arm is badly broken.

I'm afraid we're going
to have to amputate.

No.

The bone will not heal
itself, mademoiselle.

This is the prescribed
procedure.

Father, please,

don't let him take my arm.

God will protect me.

Put her arm
back in a sling, doctor,

and review her condition
in the morning.

You are out of your element
here, father.

If we don't act, infection will
result in the loss of life.

Act how?

Majesty.

He wants to take my arm.

Surely, we can review
this situation in the morning

before taking
such drastic action.

- I'm not sure...
- Hold your silence.

May I?

Life is filled
with suffering, my child.

And you have suffered
with such grace.

Just rest.

Take care then.

God is with her.

Even better than science.

Monsieur Yves.

She's not well.

The mermaid.

She wants to help.

She told you?

Who else?

The fish also speaks to you?

Well, a manner of
speaking... yes.

If anything happens...

I'll never forgive myself.

Imagine how I would feel.

Could she possibly
have healed so quickly?

Apparently, she is
capable of anything.

She produced a golden light,
Majesty.

And I could breathe underwater.

Incontrovertible proof, Majesty.

Proof?

I assume, mademoiselle,
you have heard

of the extraordinary
powers of the creature?

I grant that something
has occurred here

but what is not yet clear.
You are speaking of fables.

Everything's a fable
until proven true.

And now the creature
has chosen you

as the first to experience
her healing powers.

Don't call her a creature.

She has a soul,
just the same as you.

Nonsense. She is a creature.

And her purpose
is to serve the court.

Is that why she's here? Are you
ill and in need of a cure?

- I must be excused...
- Sit, father.

No one's ill, child.

Your new friend is here
to herald a brand new day

for old servants of France.

You are the most wonderful
and generous monarch.

By using the mermaid's power

to heal the common
people of France...

you have earned your
place in eternity.

Well
as long as it's earned.

And once she has completed
this wonderful task...

will you then set her free?

Her life shall be
what God intends.

The mermaid was brought here
for the king, not for France,

just as I was
and just as you were.

I have more faith in him
than you do.

Perhaps. But you are too naive.

And you are too cynical.

With all due respect,
mademoiselle,

what do you know of the world
that you've not seen

from the window of a convent?

Please do not assume that...

because I haven't lived
as broadly as you

that I have not lived as deeply.

Besides, one day
I will see the world.

I believe you will.

I meant no offense.

I thought you were
going to show me

a different side of Versailles.

I am. Look.

What are people saying
about the mystery

of the king's common girl?

Well, common girl, maybe.

Rumor has it,
she has ties to the king.

What kind of ties?

That's still a mystery.

Hey!

Mademoiselle.

That's the fisherman's house,
where Benoit and I live.

It's so sweet.

Sweet?

Sweet is not a word used
for fishermen.

Dashing, courageous, fearless.

Not sweet.

You have a lighthouse.

Afraid so.
It's only a few more steps.

The sky is so beautiful.

Yes, but... but out there,
beyond the horizon

where the river meets the sea,
that's where...

Every sailor gets his last
look at France.

I can see you now,
at the helm of your ship,

sailing into the sunset.

That's my dream.

To sail away from all this.

And what's your dream?

I want the mermaid to return
to her home.

She is certainly not of
this world.

Nor am I.

I want to go with her.

To go with her?

Not really, but

I could swim in her light

and I'd outrun the fastest ship.

One day, I will have you
on the bow of my ship.

We'll race the mermaid
and see who's fastest.

Come.
There's... there's more to see.

- This is amazing. What is it?
- Hmm.

It's called
the Temple of Love...

built in honor of
a woman unnamed.

The rumor is that...

Thank you
for receiving me, Majesty.

There is something I must ask
for humbly, respectfully...

But first, permit me to ask
something of you.

Something for France.

Anything, Majesty.
Even my life.

Oh! It's something
a little less drastic.

I want you to accept the hand
of my daughter,

Marie-Josephe in marriage.

I'm overwhelmed.

This would be an honor.

Good.

Well...

since you obviously weren't
listening at the door

you must be completely
in the dark.

Utterly.

- What do you think?
- Does she love Lintillac?

Does it actually matter to you?

Am I so...

endlessly and infinitely
self-centered?

It's worse.

Your power is so complete,

you're never allowed to care
about anyone.

And it's rather terrible.

- What are you doing here?
- She called me.

I never knew I could feel
like this.

Oh, mademoiselle, stars in
your eyes become you.

Father, something amazing
has happened.

- I was just coming to tell you.
- Later, little one.

The king has asked to see you.

You will step forward slowly...

and quietly.

Do you recall our conversation
in the garden?

About the woman of the fountain?

Yes, of course.
The only woman...

You remind me so much of her.

At times I think you are her.

You are...

the very spirit of your mother.

My mother?

She had a mind
and spirit all her own.

She was an individual.

She was not made
for court life...

any more than you are.

She left for the convent before
I knew she was with child.

She died, giving birth.

- You're my father.
- Yes.

Marie, I am a terrible man.

A very selfish man.

I've cared more for France
than about you or even her.

Why are you telling me this?

Because there are sacrifices
you must make...

for France.

Sacrifices?

Our country's treasury is empty.

Enemies surround us.

Lies, treachery.

We need money, child.

The young Duke Lintillac...

his money...
when you marry him...

No. No.

I won't marry that man.
I won't.

You don't have to agree, child.

You have to obey.

Of course.

Majesty.

For all France.

I prayed every night
as a little girl

for a mother and father...

and now I wish my prayers
had never been answered.

You must stop hoping
for a perfect world...

when we live in this one.

You understand things,
don't you?

I have experienced something,

that mermaid has touched
the very fabric of my being.

Only God can grant us
immortality

unless you believe that He's
bestowed that power on you.

I believe He's bestowed on me

the power to discover.

I'm speaking of the soul.

I love the king.

By murdering an intelligent
being in his name,

you are committing him
to eternal damnation!

Go back to your monastery,
priest.

Worry about your own soul...

and stay out of my way.

I am no more afraid
than you are.

Heave!

No!

Everything is in order, Majesty.

The creature is in peak
condition for the procedure.

- Good. Talk me through.
- Yes.

Majesty.

I can no longer keep silent.

How unlike you.

Sit, father.

I know your feelings.

You are contemplating,

the greatest mortal sin.

This is not about sin,
it's about science.

Science is not
absolute, Majesty.

He who searches
the hearts of men

will know the mind
of the spirit.

Thank you for the nice line
of scripture,

but unless you've talked to God,

I don't believe you know
His will.

Perhaps not, but I do know that

immortality is the province
of God alone.

Then who placed the mermaid
in the sea for us to capture?

Who called upon me to carry out
His vision of a supreme France?

Do not confuse divine right
and divine guidance.

Then, let Him decide matters.

Command me, Oh Heavenly Father.

Strike me down here and now

if I am about to commit
a mortal sin.

Now, father,

if my communion
with the creature

gives me eternal life,

it will be God's will.

Carry on.

Benoit.

They are going to kill her.

I need to warn Marie-Josephe.

Tomorrow a new age
will dawn for all but us.

You need to make a diversion.

I do.

I do?

I do.

Sir...

Halt! Come back here.

Doctor, I was hoping...

Save your breath, De La Croix.

You were in enough trouble,

but sneaking around the
room of the King's daughter...

Now, that's a capital offense.

Lock him up for the night.

Come on. Keep going.

There will be no music
this morning.

Leave your instruments.

It is the hour, sire.

You cannot kill the mermaid.

I won't let you.

You won't let me?

Didn't the Abbess teach
you any manners?

Here is my offer...

You return her to the sea

and I will consent
to this marriage.

You can't haggle with your
King like some shopkeeper.

I can scarcely believe
I was so blind

as to not to see
this moment coming.

You swim with her. You commune
with her. She is your pet.

No!
She is all but human.

She feels her life
just as we feel ours.

Maybe so.

But you are the one who has
proven the doctor right.

You think I want this for
my own immortality?

France needs a leader
who can protect her.

This is ridiculous.
This is murder!

- Silence!
- Silence to you, Father!

Your wedding is today.

Be ready.

Musketeers.

Who's getting married today?

Mademoiselle d'Alembert is
to marry Monsieur Lintillac.

Marie-Josephe...?

Mademoiselle,
you must calm down

and prepare for the wedding.

Magali,
please go call Pere La Chaise

to come hear my confession.

You will do exactly
as you've been ordered.

Or you shall forfeit your life.

Drain the water.

Killing the mermaid will damn
his soul rather than save it.

You're the only one
who can stop him.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can.

No, I'm sorry.
I... I've tried.

The King has
ruled for so long,

he believes he has
been given permission

by the Almighty.

Then free me
from this chamber

so I may bid the mermaid
farewell.

The King has
forbidden further contact.

Which is why I'm asking you.

No, I'm begging you, Father.

Please help me.

Forget what's proper,

and do what's right.

My reasons may be
different from yours...

but the mermaid
must escape the King.

No one will believe
you're going to a wedding...

dressed like that.

My dearest Magali...

you have been a true friend.

I will miss you greatly.

I am frightened for you.

Weren't you the one
who taught me

that a little trauma
can inspire greatness?

I was just kidding.

I'm taking the girl
to confession.

I have orders to hold her
here until the wedding.

And you dare...

challenge... me?

This is a kiss I always
thought I'd give to my father.

God has graced you with wings.

I only hope you know how to fly.

- Secure the rope.
- Aye.

Hoist the net.

What?
We haven't got all day.

Benoit.

You can't possibly
be doing this.

We do what he says.

Whether we end
up in the Bastille

or married for money,
we do as we are told.

I would never
let him sentence me.

Why would you?

I swam
with her last night.

She conveyed to me
that you were her captor.

Did you know you
took her from her child?

- No.
- But you knew of her mate?

Yes. And we set him free.

Then you owe her
the right to return

to whatever family she has left.

And have my
men face the gallows?

I'm not asking them.

I'm asking you.

What makes your desire
to sail the sea more important

than her right to live there?

The King justifies everything?

You mean your father.

I mean the King.

Are you no better than him?

You said,

the King can't sentence me.

Did you mean...

I could never marry a man
I do not love.

Everybody out. Take the men.

Head for the ships and set sail

at once for the cliff of
Le Havre.

What about you two?

Well, God willing,
we will see you there.

Let's go, men.

You heard the Captain.
Let's move.

We are going to need
to cross the bridge.

You'll ruin your dress.

So I will.

You will follow the directions
I gave...

- Doctor?
- Yes?

It's the girl. She's escaped.

Her only chance is to go
through the underground river.

At least it's swimming
to her freedom.

The water level is too low for
her to jump the retaining wall.

Can't you drain the water
from the chateau into the pool?

If we drain the canal
and the fountains

all at once,
it might work but...

But what?

The pipes might not hold.

But if they do?

There's a tributary
before Le Havre

which will give her safe
harbor to the sea.

Can you communicate that to her?

She understands everything.

We should get moving.

We need to reverse
the water pressure.

Stop them!

The creature!
It must not escape!

No!

We need it alive.

Yves!

You need to jump the wall.

Labarthe!

Yves!

Yves.

You've interfered enough.

Take Yves and go!

Now!

See you there. God willing.

The caverns below the Grotto
of Thetis have collapsed.

And what
of the girl?

She was seen riding off

the grounds, Your Majesty.

This way to Le Havre.

Order out the ships,
so there's no escape.

Mama. A mermaid!

Jean, you ought to have
seen a fish.

Mermaids don't exist.
Come on.

Marie-Josephe.

Stop.

Stay, stay, stay.

I'll jump.

You can't mean that.

You're angry. I understand.

- But life is so precious.
- No.

You think you understand.

You don't.

Then tell me.

The only opportunity

I've ever wanted

was to belong to someone.

I came here...

fell in love.

I met a mermaid

who has become

the greatest friend.

And I found you...

Father.

You don't care about me.

Don't say that.

You don't care about anyone,
but yourself.

Give me the chance
to prove you wrong.

How could that ever be?

Musketeers...

Mark your target.

It's simple.

You take the mermaid,
she gives you life.

You let her live...

she saves mine.

What's your choice?

Come get me.

No!

I have a clean shot, Majesty.

We're running
out of time.

Stand down.

Are you alright?

Yes. Are you?

She saved me.

Us.

You've
always been a great King.

Now you've become a great man.

Signal the ships
to retreat.

You were right.

It's something terrible...

to care for someone.

Bless me, father,
for I have sinned...

In the name of the Father,

and of the son,
and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

You are forgiven.

Only love is immortal,
Your Majesty.

So,
Captain Yves and Marie-Josephe

started their life together
in search of Atlantis

and their dear friend,
the magical mermaid.

We're close.
I can feel it.