All language subtitles for The.Serpent.Queen.S02E01

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Serpent Queen...

I used to be just like you,

with nobody in the
world to care about me.

If you learn to use your powers,

you will achieve greatness.

- How would you know?
- I'm a fortune-teller.

My dear niece, your
marriage has been arranged,

second son of the
king of France.

Then something
terrible happened.

I fell in love.

He's the best man I know.

And do you know what
I learnt that day?

Never to trust a single soul.

I'm afraid I have bad news.

Your uncle, the pope...

Medici pig.

He's dead.

Don't you understand?

We will both be out unless
you give Henri a son.

I must get pregnant.

I'll pay what's required.

With Ruggieri, there's
always a price.

Find the man who killed my son!

Was it you or your dressmaker?

Someone's got to die.

Please!

Your new dauphine is with child.

When you find life
conspiring against you,

you must find a way to
change it to your favor.

I tolerated the nights
you spent together.

I am his wife!

I'm where I want to be.

You joust in the
ceremonies today.

It would please me to see you
as you were when we first met.

Madame de Poitiers,
the king is dead.

This is a family matter.

Your presence is
no longer required.

My first order of business...

A decree that
makes Protestantism

illegal on French soil.

Fuck off.

Banishment.

You fucking bitch!

I will wind her up and
watch that silly girl burn

this country to the ground.

Do you have a plan?

Separate the king
from Mary's influence.

I must ask you to reconsider

before we reach our destination.

Well, what happens at
our destination, Mother?

An attack on the king!

What is the fate of a young
boy when the fate of a nation

hangs in the balance?

It is everything.

Fuck! You're fucking mental.

I'm not.

I'm just better at
this than you are.

Tell me where to find Antoine.

Montmorency will be regent.

I cannot just be forced
to sign away the regency

to whomever has the bigger gun.

I don't see why not.

The boy, I had him
sign over the regency

to someone capable of
sacrificing their friends

and plotting with their
enemies to rule France.

Why does it have
to hurt so much?

I have something here that
will take your pain away.

Give it to me, please.

And now you must rest.

And now I will leave you
to live with your choices.

Hear ye! Hear ye!

Louis of Bourbon is pardoned
for the crime of treason

by order of the new regent,
Her Majesty, Queen Catherine.

I will write Queen
Elizabeth in England.

And when she hears
that some commoner

has stolen the throne of France,

she will be moved to help me.

Are you with me?

I am with you.

My cousin wrote to
me saying that she

would help me in
my time of need.

I'm sure you've been fooled

by a forgery, Your Majesty.

What?

I give you loyalty.

I imagine she realizes
she cannot govern

without women like
me on her side.

- Checkmate.
- On the contrary.

I will spend the rest of my life

getting back at her
for what she did to us.

Now she promises
to make tolerance

the new law of the land

and break the treaty with
the Holy Roman emperor.

Allow me.

Feels good to be
bad, doesn't it?

They say that you get the
life that you deserve.

But I say... fuck that.

Life is about what you are
willing to do to survive.

And I am willing to do anything.

How about you?

I had been regent for
more than ten years.

As my son the king
was finally of age,

the royal family embarked
on a grand tour of France...

Fuck off.

To ensure the loyalty

of their subjects...

most of whom were illiterate,

superstitious,

and increasingly disillusioned
with the Catholic Church.

Higher.

Push, push, voilà.

Nothing like the grand tour

had ever been attempted.

I guess we're here.

Give me my shoes.

Looks like another shithole.

Hope they like jugglers.

It's time to play king, eh?

If only they knew you pissed
the bed until you were 12.

Shut up, Hercule.

I don't understand
why we all have to go.

You know the answer.

To bond the people
to the royal family.

It's presumably so they
don't want to kill us.

Of course, if they
do want to kill us,

well, we won't know
until it's too late.

His Royal Highness Charles
IX, king of France,

has come to meet his subjects,
the people of France,

along with Prince
Alexandre Edouard,

the Duke of Anjou;

Prince Hercule;

and the Princesses
Elisabeth and Margot.

How do I look?

What does it matter?
They're peasants.

Has it ever occurred to
you they're just like us,

only born in the wrong place?

Don't be stupid, Margot.
They're nothing like us.

Yes, we were born to rule,

and they were born to serve.

Looks like it's showtime.

Look, the crown.

Dear subjects, it is my pleasure

to greet you in person.

Thank you for your fealty.

Maybe the children should
return to the carriage.

Watch the robe. Oh, fuck!

Please!

That's far enough! Stay there!

- Quite close enough.
- Stay back!

Not yet.

Back, I said! Get back!

Your Majesty.

Never underestimate the
power of presentation.

- Pendulous.
- Massive.

Hello, cousin.

Ah, heard you had a bit
of trouble on the road.

Are you all right?

I was trampled to the ground
by members of the public.

How do you think I am?

Crowd was passionate,
I grant you.

They were fucking animals
is what they were.

All part of God's flock,
I'm sure you'll agree.

Ah.

Sorry we're late.

What did we miss?

Can I just say, unequivocally,

this grand tour, taking
the king to the people,

this whole policy of tolerance
has now gone too far.

It's a direct challenge
to the order of things

and how they've always been.

It's a direct challenge
to the Catholic Church

is what it is.

We don't expect you to
be happy about that.

- Yeah.
- Do you two idiots

have any idea how
dangerous this is?

Princes of the
blood, divine right,

where do you think
that comes from?

The Catholic Church, that's me.

So when the people stop
accepting my guidance,

you two are gonna have to
prove you have something

to actually
contribute to society.

Make it on your own, get a job.

Do you think you can
do that, bollock chops?

It is my intention to unite
the people behind the king,

not out of any fear of divine
retribution, but by choice.

By choice? What,
are we Greek now?

Peasants are like livestock.

They need to be told what to do.

The Cardinal underestimates
the French people.

Montmorency's right.

There has been no
religious violence

since we completed
our grand tour.

I think we can safely
say that my strategy

has been a success.

Indeed it has.

A golden age might
just be upon us.

Might be overstating it a bit.

Most of the country still
shits in the street.

Plumbing issues aside,

we're enjoying an
unprecedented era of peace...

peace at home, peace with
the Holy Roman Empire,

- peace with England.
- And here it comes.

To that end, I'd like
to propose a trade deal

with Queen Elizabeth.

Oh, you want France to
ally with its archenemy,

- Protestant England?
- Yeah.

Your Majesty, this
is ridiculous.

The people will revolt.

The people will be too
busy getting fat and rich

and building
commodes to shit in.

I believe it's worth mentioning
that we attained this peace

by acting with caution
and deliberation.

Yes.

I mean, judging French
prejudice towards the English,

now is not the time
for such an alliance.

Oh, thank God for that.

But when France becomes
a secular state,

it is something to
consider in the future.

Secular state.

And there we have it.

That's your ultimate
goal, isn't it?

We all have to evolve, Cardinal.

The Catholic Church has been
in business for 1,600 years

not by evolving.

Then it will die.

What about you?

- Me?
- Yeah, you.

Have you got anything
to say for yourself?

May I respectfully
remind the king

that your mother's
regency is at an end?

You're entitled to have your
own opinion, Your Majesty.

Of course.

Your Majesty?

Whatever Mother decides,
I'm sure will be best.

So that's all we can
expect from our king,

"Mother knows best," wow.

I will remind you to speak
with respect to your king.

That will be enough for today.

Lady Rahima, I-I
beg your pardon,

but this is my brother
Bernard I told you about.

- The lace maker?
- Yes, my lady.

And my cut?

- Five percent?
- Eight.

Very well.

Come and see me later, and
I'll give you an answer.

Reseal them and deliver them
as bidden to your masters.

Yes, my lady.

Right, ladies, you
know the drill.

Mouths shut and your ears open.

Anything you hear,
you bring to me first.

Understood?

I think it's time we
toast my big brother

after his historic victory.

To the king of all France,

the people's king,

congratulations on
a job well done.

No one could have done
it better, I'm sure.

To the king.

To the king.

Come on, then.

Let's have it.

- What?
- I'm waiting for the insult.

Why don't you get it over with?

Insult?

Why would I insult you?

You're my king.

Just give the orders,
and I'm sure I'll be

dragged off to the dungeon.

Or I could teach you a lesson
myself, like I used to.

Ooh, well, I would
check with Mother first,

just see if that's
good for the brand.

I make my own decisions.

Really? That's funny.
That's not what I heard.

I mean, what was it you
said to the Privy Council?

Whatever Mother says.

Shut up, Hercule.

Mother is teaching me to rule.

I happen to have the
forethought to want to learn,

something that
might be difficult

for you to comprehend.

In fact, the rest of
us can only thank God

I was born before you were.

Is that what you tell yourself?

Well, I've got some
news for you, brother.

And this might sting a little.

But Mother's never
giving up her power,

especially not to you.

That's why you're not allowed
to make any decisions.

You think it would be different
if it were someone else?

Hmm, well, now that
you mention it,

I guess I would say that some
people are just born to lead.

Like you?

Oh, come on.

I mean, you can't really
think you're up to this.

You don't even have any friends.

And you have to admit,
I do inspire loyalty.

I, for one, would do
anything my prince asked me.

- Stand on my head.
- Dress like a tart.

Or even cut your throat
if I asked them nicely.

That's not funny, Anjou.

I'd be careful if I were you.

I'm obviously joking.

What's the matter with you two?

What, we can't take
a joke anymore?

Stop it.

What?

- Stop it, Anjou.
- I'm warning you.

Oh, right, you mean this?

Aren't you bored of black?

Maybe it's time for a new color.

I wear black in mourning
for your father.

The people expect it of me.

Well, if your wardrobe
isn't going to change,

there's no reason why you
can't find yourself a new man.

You're not dead yet, are you?

I don't have time
for such things.

The country needs me.

Almost as much as
you need the country.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing, just...

Well, let's be honest.

You had us traipsing
through every tiny village

between here and Provence

to strengthen the
Valois grip on power.

And for better or
worse, that's you.

Let's not pretend it was
for the good of the country.

What is it?

A situation you might
want to attend to.

Anjou.

Want to be a king, do you?

Charles, stop!

Stop. Stop.

Enough!

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

Everyone out!

Now, perhaps you can tell
me what the problem is.

The problem is, your
favorite son is a cunt.

Well, don't insult Hercule.

I'm not her favorite.

Christ, did you
think I was serious?

I favor none of my
children over another.

Of course. Well, if you don't
teach him a lesson, I will.

What lesson are
you gonna teach me?

Well?

What was the meaning
of this, Anjou?

I'm sure you can
see for yourself.

The king is clearly
crumbling under the pressure

of his birthright!

Look, if you want people
to take the Valois court

seriously, then
why don't you just

give me an official position?

You are a prince.

What more do you want?

I want a seat on
the Privy Council.

The Privy Council?

You're serious.

Some people have the
temperament to govern.

But judging by what I just saw,

clearly, you do not.

You see, your sole
purpose in life

should be to support your king.

Is that understood?

Is that understood, Anjou?

Yes, fine.

Whatever, I was joking anyway.

When I could,

I still found comfort
in the forest.

Some habits die hard, I suppose.

Go on.

Can I stay?

Off with you.

It's been a while
since I've seen you.

New friend?

An apprentice.

- Mm.
- Mm.

Yes, you have been busy.

So were his subjects inspired
by the sight of their king,

seeing the very
pink of his flesh?

Did the royal family
provide a balm

for the peasants' hard lives

with a touch of their
soft, uncalloused hands?

- You mock me.
- Only a little.

Then you agree with those
who criticize my policy.

My only concern is
for your welfare,

and therefore, I wish to point
out what should already be...

painfully obvious.

You will never be able
to govern by love,

only by fear.

You're wrong.

If the people love their king,

then they will protect him.

Then what are you doing here?

A dream, was it?

The same one?

Show me.

I find myself alone
in the forest,

a place I know,

but I cannot remember
how I got there.

In a tree, I find a mirror.

It becomes a bird's nest.

Inside there are ten eggs.

But only one bird flies free.

Enough.

It's just a dream.

Ten eggs for ten children,
and you wonder what it means.

There's always a price.

If the price is my children,
then you already know

that is a price I'm
not willing to pay.

It gets easier, I imagine.

You've already buried four.

I was looking for you.

- Oh?
- What are you reading?

Nothing. It's just
something I found.

You know, you
shouldn't let Anjou

get under your skin like that.

He's an idiot.

I know, and I'm an idiot
for letting him get to me.

Hmm.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah, of course.

Do you think Mother will
ever really let me rule,

make decisions of my own?

I mean, she's supposed
to now, but...

I don't know.

Do you remember Father?

Not really.

Well, a bit.

- He didn't seem very happy.
- Mm.

Drank a lot.

But do you know why he drank?

You can't wait for anybody to
give you permission, Charles.

You must be your own man.

You don't want to
end up like Father.

Thank you.

Bless you, Sister Edith.

Thank you.

Thank you, Sister Edith.

Bless you, Sister Edith.

- Thank you, Sister Edith.
- You're welcome.

Haven't seen you in a while.

I told you I was
traveling with the court.

Yes, the grand tour.

I heard about that,

taking the king to the people.

Though I'm not sure what
good it will do them.

A country united behind the king

will be good for everyone.

What these people need is food,

shelter, honest work.

Believe me, I'm doing all I can.

- Thank you.
- I'm grateful.

But do you ever imagine
what you could have done

if you took the
regency for yourself

instead of prostrating yourself

before the woman that
tried to kill you?

We've been over this.

Catherine is the
best person to lead.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

You consider yourself a
good judge of character?

I picked you, didn't I?

And why did you do that?

Because you made me believe

there's something
good in the world.

No.

I made you think there was
something good about you.

Perhaps I was just telling
you what you wanted to hear.

Edith.

Secular fucking state.

You're not even
listening to me, are you?

- No.
- I knew it.

My darlings, come kiss me.

Hmm.

What brings you to court?

Concern for my children.

What else?

Are you injured?

I'm perfectly fine, Mother.

Oh, thank God for that.

In my day, that rabble
would have been strung up

just for laying hands on a
member of the ruling class.

Well, your day's over.

Oh, and if the modern
world is one where there is

no respect for order,
I want no part of it.

I'm sure the feeling's mutual.

Wouldn't it have
been much simpler

for you to live out your days

far from the court
of Charles IX?

And surrender to our fate? No.

I'm well aware that the
court belongs to Catherine

and not her son

and that her policies
will lead to disaster

or misery for the
House of Guise,

which effectively
is the same thing.

Tell me,

what happens when
the people decide

they can talk directly to God?

I'll be out of a job.

Well, that's just
the half of it.

For starters, who is to
say what God says back?

Without enforced conformity,
there is only anarchy.

Well, perhaps, given time,

Catherine will
start to see sense.

When it will be too late?

She must be made to
see the dangers now,

when it can still be corrected.

And you know exactly
how, I suppose.

Well, as a matter of fact, I do.

Hmm.

An unfortunate event that
might bring her attentions

to the dangers at hand.

There is a church
not far from here

whose congregation of infidels

worship their
Protestant God in peace.

If they were to be
made an example of,

something suitably brutal

and apparently random,

there would inevitably
be reprisals,

a series of tit-for-tat killings

which would all soon escalate

into an existential struggle
between the religions

in which Catherine and
her marionette of a son

would have no choice
but to side with us,

the Catholic Church.

France is a tinderbox.

All we have to do
is touch a match.

You want us to start a war?

War is inevitable.

Might as well get it over with

while we still
have the advantage.

I think...

I think she has a point.

I want no part of it.

Oh, sit down, Francois.

It's just a suggestion.

I've been down this road
with you two before.

Do you remember
your granddaughter,

our niece Mary?

- Oh.
- This will end the same way.

I want no part of it.

So...

you got any other bright ideas?

Oh, don't worry.

He'll come round when he
realizes the other option

is to cease to exist.

Feel that, Antoine?

The wind is blowing our way.

- Yes, exciting.
- Mm.

But, uh, the Cardinal does make

a strong point, doesn't he?

I'm not sure I want
to make it on my own.

Not sure I could, actually.

Maybe if I were challenged
to a game of pétanque,

I'd make a fair fist of it.

But aside from
that, I'd be fucked.

See, I'm not clever
like you, Louis.

Fair point, Antoine.

But let me assure you,

no matter how France evolves,

the peasants will always
need nobles to look up to.

It's human nature.

And since our father
had the foresight

to adopt the new religion,

we are the peasants'
natural allies.

You have to hand it to Father,

gambling with our
status like that.

High risk, high reward.

Now we must deliver
on their loyalty

by opening back-channel
negotiations with England.

Back-channel across the Channel.

Excellent pun, brother.

But may I remind you, Catherine
said no trade with England.

Uh, Catherine said no
trade with England yet.

All we need is an introduction
at Elizabeth's court,

which means you'll have
to get your wife here.

- What?
- Mm.

For fuck's sake.

You know I'm fucking
terrified of her.

Afraid so. And your son.

Oh, God, no.

- He's awful.
- Mm.

In fact, I think he
might actually be

- a moron, medically.
- Mm.

Well it's years since
you've seen him,

so unless you want to
make it on your own

as a professional
pétanque player,

you'll get them here.

Your Highness.

My lady.

I interrupted your reading.

Yeah, you did.

That's why I come up here,

for the quiet, just
me and the servants.

Now you.

So how did you get on
on your grand tour?

Hope you gave them a good show.

You mean being paraded
around in a pretty dress

and directed to
smile at peasants?

It was all a bit
nauseating, to be honest.

I thought girls
liked pretty dresses.

Not all girls.

What I don't like is
feeling like some piece

in my mother's game.

Oh, well, I'd like to tell
you they grow out of that.

But they don't.

- Take it.
- I couldn't.

It's yours.

I've finished with it.

You wished to see
me, Your Majesty.

Yes.

Perhaps you're concerned
with the Bourbons?

I hear Antoine has
invited his wife to court.

Yes, first Antoinette Guise

and now Jeanne D'Albret.

Her presence must mean
he's up to something.

He spent most of his adult life

avoiding being in
the same room as her.

Maybe he's simply rediscovered
his matrimonial duty.

Unlikely.

I was trying to be humorous.

Tell me what I can do for you.

I fear the king
misunderstands my intentions.

Perhaps if you were
to talk to him,

to give him a clearer idea

of what I'm trying
to do for France

and for him.

He looks up to you.

Because he misses his father,

as you miss your husband,

I imagine.

I'll do as you ask.

I hear there was some trouble
between you and your brother.

My brother is always
happy to let me know

what people say about me
when I'm not in the room.

People say many things,

most of which they don't
remember in the morning.

These are delicate times.

Religious tolerance
will one day lead

to a more stable society.

But we must give it time.

Time.

Of course, it's always time.

But how am I to
know if my mother

will ever make way for me?

Before he died,

your father asked me to care
for you as I would my own son.

I gave him my word.

I believe your
mother is motivated

by what is best for you.

And if I have ever
cause to doubt it,

I will tell you.

And when it's time
for you to govern

with no advice or
opposition from your mother,

I will support you.

You have my word.

I trust you.

I believe you trust my mother.

But you would not be the first
to underestimate her ambition.

Drink?

I don't drink.

No, no, of course not.

Filthy habit.

I see you've fallen far without
my supervision, Antoine.

Oh, depends where you
start from, doesn't it?

So, uh, Henri, uh,
what do you make

of the big palace, eh?

I raised our son not
to waste his words.

Mission accomplished.

Keep them wanting more.

Good idea.

Well, perhaps it's
time you told me

why you asked me here, Antoine.

Yes, of course.

Um, Henri, do you
want to run along

so Mummy and Daddy can
have a little talk?

Oh, no, it's all right.

You can speak freely
in front of him.

He has no interests...
aside from scripture.

No wonder he has
so many friends.

Well, it-it's-it's
quite simple, really.

Um, we just need to ask
you the smallest of favors.

Do you still correspond
with Lord Throckmorton

in the English court?

Yes. Well, he's an ardent
believer in the new religion.

I don't think I'd
be going too far

as to say our correspondence
on the matters of faith

sustains us both.

So you fancy him.

- What?
- Uh, n-nothing. Focus, Antoine.

Wonderful.

All we need you to do
is, in your next letter,

ask your man if his
queen would be interested

in exploring a possible trading
partnership with France.

You know, we send them
some salt from Normandy.

They provide some
woven textiles,

you know, something small-scale
to get things going.

Then we see what's possible.

That's all it is, nothing more.

Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.

No, I couldn't possibly.

- What?
- Uh, why not?

Well, perhaps you've
forgotten, Antoine,

but France is a
Catholic kingdom.

And it seeks to destroy my faith

and consume Navarre,
of where I'm queen.

Why on Earth would I want
to promote its interests?

France will soon be
a secular country

with many times more
wealth than tiny Navarre.

And your husband and son
may have more influence

in that newly secular country

than you could
possibly imagine, if...

we handle things right.

So you propose a treaty
with Queen Elizabeth

as a means to promote
the new religion?

Amongst other things, yes.

Very well.

Then prove it.

Have your king make a gesture
towards the Protestants.

I don't mean a speech
to a crowd of peasants

but an unmistakable
gesture of respect

for the new religion.

Like what?

Oh, there's a church
not far from here

with an effective
preacher, a young woman.

If the king were to visit her,

I would feel comfortable
to do as you ask.

How are we supposed
to get him to do that?

Now, I don't think
that's my problem.

Matisse.

I'm late. I'm sorry.

You've been at that
church again, haven't you?

You have a job, you know.

- I can find someone else.
- But you won't.

Come with me, just once.

If you don't like it,
I'll never go again.

I promise.

I'll think about it.

Your Majesty, this is
a happy coincidence.

Is it?

Thought you hated riding.

So what diversion do
my favorite cousins

have for me today?

Favorite cousins, what
a lovely thing to say.

We could not help but
notice your unhappiness

at the Privy Council meeting.

I must work on my gambling face.

Your mother means
well, of course.

But she does have so
much on her plate.

Hard to see the
wood for the trees.

- What is it you want?
- To help.

Word has spread about how
the people received you

on the grand tour.

They do adore you.

- Yeah, they do.
- Mm.

They're afraid of your mother,

and of course, that
has its place, but...

a people's love for their
king is a different matter.

It was quite a moment
for me, to be honest.

For the first time, I
felt like I might actually

be able to lead the people.

Well, of course.

And where would you
take them, Your Majesty?

How would you lead France?

When this period of tutorial
under my mother is over

and her policy of tolerance
has created a stable society,

I will govern a
country that forges

many international treaties.

I believe this is the
way of the future.

Interconnectedness,
a web of alliances,

free trade, free
movement of people.

No one will go to
war because everyone

will suffer in war equally.

Hmm, I knew it, Antoine.

You truly are a
visionary, Your Majesty.

A seer. And is it
not time to begin?

All it requires is a gesture,

something that shows the people

you are not afraid
of the new religion.

Something that shows
Queen Elizabeth

you're not afraid.

Something that only
the king can do.

What is it you have in mind?

Perhaps the king could attend
a Protestant service with us.

From what I understand,
there is one not far.

The preacher is
popular, a woman.

A woman. Always plays well.

Mm, word will spread.

The English will
see you're serious

about a post-religious France,

ushering in a time for
peace and prosperity,

just as you said.

It's how history
will remember you.

Mm.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Absolutely.

Then I will consider the matter.

I was actually
quite moved by that.

He's a wanker, Antoine.

Really?

Yeah, a huge wanker.

You must be Thomas.

Yes, my lady.

Do you have what I asked for?

Is this what you're after?

I wouldn't be doing
this if it wasn't

for my father being ill.

Your sense of duty moves me.

He only wrote to help
me learn how to read.

But he writes so beautifully,

I couldn't bring myself
to get rid of them.

Until now.

You won't let anything bad
happen to him, will you?

Of course not.

I'm his mother.

Hello, son.

Thought we might
have a little talk.

I told you, Mother,

if you want to start
a war, do it yourself.

Oh, I don't think it
will come to that.

You may recognize the writing.

Addressed to a young
man named Thomas,

a billman in the army.

Sweet boy,

rather attractive.

In fact, I see the appeal.

Where did you get it?

He sold it to me.

Along with others,
quite a few others.

I had no idea that
you wrote so well.

It's so heartfelt
and descriptive.

You must have really loved
him to be stupid enough

to put all that down on paper.

I mean, a quick fuck
on the field of battle

when faced with imminent death,
anyone can understand that.

But a man's profession
of love for another man,

your soldiers would
never take orders again.

When your back is turned,
they may do worse.

But... I don't
want you to worry.

I will ensure your men
never know of them.

At a price?

Naturally.

Do I need to say it?

And I want you to know

that I don't judge
your preferences.

In fact, I respect
them, even envy them.

This whole reproduction
thing, it makes such a mess,

don't you find?

And anyway, you are my son,

however God made you,

and you will make me proud.

This I know.

Is there anything
else, Your Majesty?

No, you can go.

What are you looking at?

Shh.

I spoke to the king.

He knows you have his
best interest at heart.

For years, I thought I
was unable to conceive.

Turns out, that
was the easy part.

I suppose it's possible

we make too much of parenting.

When all is said and done,

we all raise
ourselves, don't we?

You certainly did.

What is it

with you and Edith?

When I found her, I was a drunk.

She prevented me
from killing a man

that tried to sell her to me.

The man was her father.

Now?

Now she's the closest
to family I have.

I failed to protect my children.

I failed to protect
your husband.

I do not intend to fail again.

If we're finished
here, I will leave you.

Or you could stay.

So we might be a
comfort to one another.

See, in that moment,

I thought I could
be truly happy.

Checkmate.

You beat me.

He beat me.

Apparently, your son has
inherited your luck, Antoine.

I don't believe in luck.

What do you believe in, then?

Preparation, calculation,

precision attack.

How intriguing.

Do you fancy a drink?

Can I?

Yeah.

Sure there's something
we can give you,

isn't there, Louis?

Red or white?

I'm gonna get you pissed.

- Yeah.
- Uh...

The, uh, king is here.

Oh.

I've thought about
your invitation

and have decided to join
my Protestant subjects

in prayer tonight.

Wonderful news, Your Majesty.

History will remember you.

Perhaps, but for now, my mother
will know nothing about it.

Of course. Tancrede,
prepare our horses.

"And when Jesus saw the crowds,

"he went up on the mountainside

"and sat with them.

"His disciples came to him.

"He said, 'Blessed are
the poor in spirit,

"'for theirs is the
kingdom of heaven.

"'Blessed are those who
mourn. They will be comforted.

"'Blessed are the meek,

"'for they will
inherit the Earth.

"'Blessed are those who hunger
and thirst for righteousness.

"'They will be freed."

"Blessed are the merc... '"

Burn it down.

You're fucking kidding me.

"'Blessed are the merciful,

for they will be
shown mercy.'"

"'Blessed are the pure in heart,

"'for they will see God.

"'Blessed are the peacemakers,

for they will be called
children of God.'"

What is it?

It'll cost you.

It's urgent.

What is it?

The king, Your Majesty.

♪ When I'm driving in my car ♪

♪ And a man come
On the radio ♪

Ready my horse.

♪ He's telling me
More and more ♪

♪ About some useless
Information ♪

♪ Trying to mess
My imagination ♪

♪ When I'm watching my TV ♪

♪ And a man come
on To tell me ♪

♪ How white my shirts can be ♪

♪ But he can't be a man ♪

♪ 'Cause he doesn't smoke ♪

♪ The same cigarettes as me ♪

♪ When I'm riding
Around the globe ♪

♪ And I'm doing this ♪

♪ And I'm signing that ♪

♪ And I'm trying ♪

♪ And I'm trying ♪