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Hyah!

I've been expecting you.

Perhaps, sorceress.

But can you predict your own future?

Search the room!

Sir?

Found a friend of yours?

Bind her!

The French, heroic
and fearless to a man,

battled with bravery, brain and brawn.

Sundering the enemy's
spirit, they attacked at dawn.

Cutting a swathe through
the Dutch heartland to hurt,

so they ran like
children for their lives,

under William's underskirt.

Your love of detail and
fidelity to the truth

can only be applauded, Thomas.

Don't you agree, brother?

Makes French breasts
burst with pride, brother.

I cannot put a value on
the work you do for us.

One day soon, I shall
reward you in full.

Thank you, Sire.

The witch has been arrested, Sire.

We found numerous potions

and Satanic materials.

Bring her to me.

To the palace?

Never show fear to the devil.

We also discovered a book, Sire.

Containing names of all
those who sought her help.

She is the source of the poisons, Sire.

How many were involved?

Too many to count.

We meet again... my king.

You would be advised to show respect.

You stand accused of
witchcraft and sorcery.

And plead guilty on both counts.

Of what do you stand accused?

Tyranny?

Arrogance? Vanity?

The Marquise de Montespan
spoke very highly of you.

Her hands are clean.

She only came to me for a love potion.

Don't try and tell me it didn't work.

I would have expected more
humility, in your predicament.

It benefits me nothing,
with my fate decreed already.

You will leave this life
imminently, that is certain.

They tell me Good Friday is
an apt time for a sacrifice.

You ridicule your maker?

The only one who could
give you forgiveness?

I do not seek forgiveness.

I'm not the sinner here.

You and your lord have
no dominion in my world.

Deny me and you deny God.

I serve the true master.

I offer myself as a sacrifice to him.

Heretic!

Blasphemer! You preach treason!

I believe in justice.

And one day...

... you'll face yours.

You have the gall to threaten me?

We are equals, you and I.

You cannot choose to be born a king

any more than I chose to be a pauper.

I am chosen by God!

Your lord giveth and
he will taketh away!

History will record your
fleeting moment in blood!

A tide is coming that
will sweep you away!

All of Versailles will
see you burn for this.

I will not be vanquished
while my agents are at large.

I have sown the seeds of sedition

that will turn this edifice
and its master to dust!

A tide!

Find who they are.

Show a brave face so there
could be no suspicion.

Stay away from me. I want
nothing more to do with you.

Put a foot wrong and we
are both up to our necks

in steaming horse dung.

It's over. Nothing can be proven.

And in time, it will all be forgotten.

It hasn't even started yet.

What will you have me do?

Water, please.

Thank you.

Hercules rid the world
of the poisonous hydra

by chopping off all its heads.

His Majesty has come to
the wrong room, perhaps.

It was you I came to see.

It has been a long time.

Not since you have
been with another woman.

- You're wrong.
- Why not?

I have been occupied.

With Madame Scarron?

That is careless talk.

And she is Madame de Maintenon now.

What have you been up to?

Keeping a low profile.

Waiting.

Hoping.

The waiting's over.

I hope so.

As do I.

I knew it.

I know you better than anyone.

I knew it was a lie when
you said you did not love me.

Everyone lies sometimes.

I've never lied about
my feelings for you.

But in other things?

I have nothing to hide.

There is sin in
thought, as well as deed.

Well, then, I have nothing to confess.

Except that I love you.

And I will do anything
I can to have you back.

For that, you must tell me the truth.

Well, come to me, my king.

I will show you that I have no secrets.

Finally... the scales fall from my eyes.

And you have betrayed
me for the last time.

Luxembourg, my good friend!

I need your help with a dilemma.

Of course.

I'm in two minds how
to deal with my enemies.

Do I educate them, or punish them?

Depends what they've done, Sire.

Well, if I came upon information
incriminating someone I trusted...

... how should I deal
with that betrayal?

There's only one way to
deal with a traitor, Sire.

Well, even if it was someone like you?

If you tell me the truth...

... you can leave through that door.

If you do not, you will
leave through that door.

My... my wife's father was
obstructing our investments.

She wished him dead.

I heard about Madame Agathe.

For a price, she supplied poison.

We invited him around for supper.

It saddens me deeply that
you didn't come to me.

I'm a reasonable man. I've always
helped those loyal to the Crown.

I feared you would not listen
unless it was part of your plan!

Because I frighten you?

Huh! Is that it?

Because I am a tyrant?

You killed a nobleman in my palace.

I beg forgiveness, Sire!

I will devote my life to
your service without question.

I appreciate your honesty... my friend.

Thank you, Sire.

Did you really think that I
could let this go unpunished? Hm?

After all I've given you?

France rewards her loyal servants!

And she punishes those who betray her!

Strike now, without mercy.

And the Marquise de Montespan?

Not yet.

I am innocent! I am innocent!

They're arresting half the court!

Calm yourself.

We two remain in the clear.

But for how much longer?

I say we make a tactical withdrawal.

And I say we push ahead.

With what?

There is one person who
deserves punishment above all.

What are you going to do with them?!

Go get me something to drink.

Go!

Where are we going?

It's all about... anticipation.

It's beautiful.

Much better seen from the outside.

I thought we were going somewhere
private, away from prying eyes?

Well, we can always do that,

but I'm in a more... romantic mood.

I mean, what is life worth if you can't

bask in beauty and talk about poetry?

The words of love!

These days, my writing is
mostly about military matters

and the king's ambitions.

And he's always asking
you to write such guff,

but deep down, you are a poet. A lover.

Like me.

You have an understanding
of a deeper truth.

The reality behind the facade.

- Hm.
- I mean...

... take Versailles, for example.

It is truly a triumph
in style over substance

which has my brother
written all over it.

Hm! I can imagine.

Same goes for the war. He has
you writing all that propaganda

when the truth is, things
are obviously in chaos.

I'm sure His Majesty has
matters under control.

He knows as much about military strategy

as I do about basket-weaving.

I mean, why would you withdraw
all of your troops from Holland

when we all know that's where
the real war is won or lost?

The king expects me back in court.

I mean, we could just
have sex, if you'd rather?

Hm! Maybe later.

Is that you, my dear?

You must be losing your sight.

I can still detect a bad smell.

It was you, wasn't it?

You betrayed me to the king.

Why would you think that?

A sudden enthusiasm for
my company from Monsieur

and a strong urge to
divulge secrets of state.

His Highness has a penchant
for male company, perhaps.

Even yours.

Did you betray me to the king?

Look at me!

What do you think?

I warned you!

Didn't I?!

What are you doing?! Get off!

I'm sorry.

Sophie!

What did he say exactly?

Word for word!

I said you were making a mess of it

by withdrawing your troops from Holland

so you could focus on tackling the east.

And then he left.

He was due to speak
with me. An hour ago.

You think he's seen through it, Sire?

We were drinking.

It was in the heat of passion.

That's exactly what we agreed, isn't it?

You took him for a fool.

It was an error of judgment,
and not for the last time.

That's not fair!

I'm the one selling his arse for France!

Find him! Maybe it's not too
late to retrieve the situation.

He must not leave the palace!

Why would you hurt a dying man?

There's no time to explain.

I must leave tonight, and
I want you to come with me!

Why should I trust you?

Listen, if they catch
me, they will kill me!

Why? What have you done?

What kind of outlaw are you?

One who knows all about you.

That you are a Protestant

and your mother conspired against
the king for William of Orange.

So that's why you befriended me?

You're a spy, too?

Yes, but then I fell in love with you.

Are you coming with me or not?

Sophie, I'll be at the
stables at midnight.

Where the fuck have you been?

Here we go again.

You were with him, weren't you?

I'm not going to have
this conversation with you.

Then I'm going round to your
little sweetheart right now and

I'm going to rip his throat out.

You're not going to
do anything of the kind

because you're a notorious coward.

And he's not my sweetheart.

I'm a coward, am I?

Do you really want to
see how brave I can be?

Look, it's not what you think.

I think he's a snivelling little
bastard, and I'll kill him.

It's a charade.

Louis is using me to feed
information to the Dutch.

That's why I'm flirting with him.

I've heard some lame excuses in my time.

I come here for sanctuary, escape.

From the heaven on Earth you created?

I now have a record of
the poisonings that proves

I've been betrayed by my friends.

Hundreds of them.

Difficult sins to forgive.

Some of them are close, very close.

One in particular.

Then the betrayal is even greater.

An untreated wound can fester
in the soul just as in the body.

I know what I must do,
so why do I hesitate?

Why do I doubt myself?

Look into my eyes.

I believe in you. You
must trust yourself.

You are perfect.

I cannot. It is wrong.

How can it be? God has sent you to me.

You are married.

It is a marriage without love.

And me? What would I be?

Love without marriage?

Whatever exists between us is stronger,

purer than desires of the flesh.

What is going on?

There's one missing.

- Can I help you?
- Yes, I believe you can.

Whether or not you're
willing is another matter.

You treacherous bitch!

I have failed you. Forgive me.

Give him the cell where the rats play.

You are defeated, witch.
Where is your dark master now?

In my head, just like he is in yours.

We both know this is not over yet.

You have a very soft heart.

Everybody deserves dignity in death.

I know what you did.

Your name was on a list.

It has now been erased.

Your conscience should remain clean.

And what of your
conscience? Is that clean?

I leave the past behind me.

I hope you will do the same.

A word of warning.

Your lover may not be
the man you think he is.

Everybody has their secrets.

Where do you think you're going?

- What are you doing here?
- I like surprises.

And I don't like people
walking out on me.

I'm very sorry. I had
certain matters to attend to.

I'm sorry, too.

I came on a bit too strong
earlier. Terrible habit.

My passion got the better of me,

but I thought I'd stop by and apologise.

See if we couldn't... maybe try again?

That's not very nice of you.

Guards!

My love!

Stop!

Hold your fire! She is innocent.

Believe me, Sire, I had no
intention of causing trouble.

I saw your brother in pain.

My anger was too strong for me.

Enough.

I was driven to action. A...
a... a reflex beyond my control.

I had no time to consider
the consequences. Silence!

Yes. Of course.

I've brought you here
to express my gratitude.

You have shown honour and valour

in ridding the palace
of a dangerous spy.

And as a reward, you will receive
an annual stipend so you are

no longer in debt, nor
so reliant on my brother.

And you will be given
rooms in the east wing.

On condition that you start
to behave as a nobleman.

Your predilection for
alcohol and powders will cease

if you wish to remain
associated with my court.

Absolutely, Sire. I assure you I...

For God's sake! Will you shut up?

Brother, you are alive.

No thanks to you.

You were in the service of France.

It would have been good
propaganda, wouldn't it, had I died?

Your brother sacrifices himself for you.

Please try to be reasonable.

What would you have
written on my tombstone?

"Gave his arse for France"?

Brother, please!

If you had died tonight, I would
have lost my closest friend.

Why should I believe you?

Because after all we have been through,

after all the hurt I have caused
you, you love me as I love you.

If you walk out now, you
walk out on that love.

Tomorrow, you will go to
war, if that is what you wish.

No sudden, last-minute change of mind?

I want you to go to Holland
and destroy William of Orange

for me, for France,

for you.

Cinis. Cinis terra est.

Ibi est terra dea, mortua heic ego sum.

Et sum cinis, cinis terra est,

terra est.

Et fave coeptis

meis hoc quod peto ate,

mortua heic ego sum, et sum cinis,

diva.

I have done things. Evil things.

Go on.

I accuse myself of sins
of the flesh, of pride.

And of wrath. And other
things that I dare not mention.

Are you truly sorry for these sins?

I am.

Then the Lord will forgive you.

You will now say the Act of Contrition.

My Lord God, I am heartily
sorry if I have offended you.

I detest all of my sins

because I dread the loss of
heaven and the pains of hell.

I firmly resolve, with
the help of your grace,

to do penance and amend my life.

Amen.

I look forward to
seeing you at communion.

With his grace's permission,
I shall remain to pray.

Of course.

Versailles is fun when
you get used to it.

Versailles will be fun
when it gets used to me.

If a man dies, will he live again?

Can death be defeated?

It is only through the power of light

that the long shadow of death

can be banished.

Today is a day of resurrection.

Of hope.

Of peace.

The witch spoke of other agents.

You will tell me who they are.

That won't be necessary. Why don't
we talk about this like gentlemen?

Perhaps not.

I can save the King's life.

But not if you touch
another hair on my head.

In return, you will give me full amnesty

and safe passage to Bordeaux.

Only the King can grant such a wish.

Act fast or he'll
grant no wishes at all.

The ghosts of his victims
are here for revenge.

You will be freed only
if the King survives.

Can I trust you?

If he dies, you die.

Per huius vini mysterium

eius efficiamur divinitatis

nostrae fieri dignatus est particeps.

ab iniquitate mea eta
peccato meo munda me.

Hm.

Easter Sunday.

A sermon.

Prayers.

Tick...

tock

Tick... tock!

Corpus Christi.

Doors!

Corpus Christi.

NO!

It's poison, Sire.

De Foix confessed.

Who else? He cannot
have done this alone?

Someone tried to poison
me while I worshipped God.

- I am innocent, Sire.
- Innocent?

Yet you procured poison.

It was a mistake. I did
not go through with it.

And the heretic priest,

Etienne Guibourg?

A Satanic mass!

The blood of a child spilled!

No! I could never do such a thing!

But you went to see him. Admit it!

Everything I did, I did for you.

- All I wanted...
- Enough!

I gave you my heart.

My soul.

My love.

That love has died.

It cannot die.

I made you who you are.

I made you complete.

I cannot live without you.

You cannot live without me!

That was true once.

But not now.

Without you...

... I am myself.

I will leave,

if that is what you want.

You will never hear from me again.

No.

You will remain here at Versailles.

An anonymous noble
without the king's favour.

That will be your punishment,

to bear the guilt and shame forever.

You will leave behind
the life you once led.

You will attend prayers and mass.

You will neither drink nor gamble.

You will be known for your
piety and your humility.

You condemn me to death!

The Marquise de Montespan

who had the world and the
King of France at her feet...

... no longer exists.

Even the darkest night
gives way to dawn.

And if you are killed? What of our son?

You will find someone else to
take the role of the father.

We will write each other every day.

I want a full report on
your health and well-being.

And remember, this is Versailles.

You should be happy.

How do I look?

Passable.

I thought you'd be pleased for me.

And I thought you'd be grateful to me.

Didn't I save your life?

So why risk it now...

... on a stupid battlefield?

I will always love you.

But there are things that I must do

before I can love you again.

As I wish and you deserve.

Go.

Where's your trickery now, witch?!

Take him to the pyre.

Long live the King! Long live the King!

Long live the King!

The Sun King!

It is for his greed that you toil.

For his vanity,

you suffer!

Rise up and fight!

I urge you!

Find your power!

Your days are numbered,

Louis, King of France!

You and your spawn

shall wither and decay!

Your flesh eaten by
the worms of tyranny!

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