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Monsieur de Bussy!

O Lord, what a surprise!

My compliments!

I am glad to see you, count!

I am glad to see you as well, madame.

But it looks like you are leaving Paris! Are you?

Yes, I am indeed leaving, count.

I suspect that, following today`s events, many heads will roll and the Bastille will acquire new residents.

I would rather not be one of them.

You are making me worry, madame.

What will happen today?

You will know very soon.

All in its proper time!

And where are you headed, madame Gabrielle?

There are some individuals of power... who would be honoured to harbor me.

In any case, I wish you a pleasant journey, madame.

Thank you.

Count... Had you not been so arrogant and unyielding...

...maybe, I would have given you some information you might consider useful.

But nothing in this world is for free.

Go!

Based on a novel by Alexandre Dumas (père)

La Dame de Monsoreau

Episode 24

The Abbey of St. Genevieve

Monseigneur, what is wrong?!

Your Highness!

What is the matter, brother?!

Forgive me, Your Majesty - exhaustion is to blame.

May I leave you and return to my palace?

Yes, yes - of course!

And try to recover quickly, as monsieur de Monsoreau...

...must have prepared an excellent hunt for us!

And now, my son...

...hunch your back...

...while I walk on tiptoe!

Here I am, Father Foulon.

I have come here as a sinner, to seek peace in your solitude.

Thank you, messieurs and mesdames! You may go.

I must have exhausted you.

Your Majesty... But what of me?

You may leave as well.

What news?

The king... is in the Abbey...

Alone... Alone!

Brothers, we finally have that Valois in our grasp!

-I suppose you are right, siser. -I disagree!

But why?

Why do you think?

I am not sure we have forces enough to withstand an attack by Crillon and his guards!

But we have something even better.

We can make it so that not a single musket shot will be fired - on either side!

What do you mean?

I think a bit of bloodshed would not hurt!

I cannot help you here, sister!

Unfortunately, you will be deprived of this type of entertainment this time.

As soon as they grab the king, he will call for help...

But no one will hear him.

Then we will use persuasion... or force, if needed...

...all without revealing ourselves, of course - to make him sign this abdication!

It will be announced in the city...

...which will endear us to the citizens and the soldiers.

They will favour the winners.

A decent plan... It is even failproof at this point.

You do not understand! The risk is too high! The plan...

...might be too cruel.

The king will refuse to sign.

-He has courage and would prefer to die. -Let him die then!

Not for anything!

Not for anything.

I wish to inherit the throne of the monarch who abdicated...

...and whom everyone will despise afterwards!

But I have no desire whatsoever to occupy the throne of a king who was killed...

...and whom everyone will pity for that reason, while calling me an usurper.

Do you understand?

The bell sounds. To work!

Let me help you, dearest sister!

Who is with the king?

Our reverend Father Foulon, of course!

Bless us, oh Lord!

I will lead Your Majesty to the crypt first.

We adorned it as much as we could, to glorify both kings - the one on Earth and in Heaven.

Very well, Father.

The king is about to descend into the crypt!

Let us prepare, brothers!

-Father Foulon... -We have arrived, Sire.

Oh Lord...

Lord our Father in Heaven...

...grant calm and faith to my soul!

Forgive my sins, oh Lord - both secret and visible...

Give me an heir, do not end the dynasty of Valois...

Protect my relatives and my friends, Lord, grant them strength and good health...

...and good fortune, and calm...

I beg of you, do not abandon my long-suffering country...

I implore you, Almighty!

Sire...

Would you follow me to make a confession?

Yes... Yes, of course.

I am ready.

I have been anticipating this confession for so long...

-Is it here? -Yes, Sire.

So it is here, my harbour of salvation!

Here, no doubt of it!

So...

Here you are, Herod!

Here you are, pagan!

Here you are, Nebuchadnezzar!

Here you are, heretic!

Are you addressing me, my Brother?

Er, whom else?

Of course it is you!

Not a single swear-word exists in this world that could not apply to you!

-My Brother! -I am not a brother to you, no!

-You have no brothers here! -What?!

Yes, this!

I`ve been pondering over a sermon for a while...

...and you will hear it now.

Like any proper preacher...

...I will divide it in three parts.

First part: You are a tyrant!

Part the second: You are a satyr!

And the third part... You... You are a deposed monarch, understood?

A deposed monarch?! What are you saying, my Brother?!

Yes. I meant it exactly like that - deposed monarch!

-This is no Poland - you cannot escape! -So, a trap then!

Took you a while to catch on!

Valois...

The king is only human!

-As long as he is mortal... -But this is violence, my Brother!

What, you think we locked you here to coddle you?

But you speak the language of the godless!

-You will damn your soul! -Enough with the moralizing, enough!

Are you ready, Valois?

Ready for what?

Well, for abdicating!

I was appointed to offer it to you... So I am offering!

But... But you are committing a mortal sin!

You don`t say! Right, here we go - give it up now, Valois!

Give up what?

The French throne! What else do you have on offer?

-No... death would be preferable! -As you wish.

Then prepare to die.

But... I have friends!

I... I will defend myself!

A fine thing, and quite likely - but you will be killed before that!

Oh Lord... Give me a minute to think, at least!

Not a minute! Not even a second, decide!

-Let him contemplate it. -Very well.

Father Gorenflot!

You are overzealous, my Brother.

You may have some time to think, Sire.

You have my gratitude, Father.

Well, think then.

Any news of the abdication?

Not yet, Monseigneur.

Have you been to the palace of the Guises?

Yes. It looked like nobody was inside - there were no fires.

Oh Lord... What could all this possibly mean?

Had it been over, they would have been here by now!

They must have betrayed me.

I signed Monsoreau`s paper, after all...

I must seize that document - at any cost!

-Where is Gabrielle? -She disappeared!

There are indications that she left Paris.

Yes, of course.

She left for Bearn, she returned to the king of Navarre!

The trap is closing then.

Listen, Aurilly...

What if I were to send for Bussy, eh?

Monsieur de Bussy is here in the palace, Monseigneur.

-What?! He is here? -Yes.

Call him.

Monseigneur.

Leave us.

Have you changed your mind, Bussy?

No, Monseigneur.

I returned to the palace only to review the posts and apprise the guards of today`s password.

You are dedicated...

...to your duty as the captain of my Guards.

My duty is fulfilled, Monseigneur.

May I leave? Believe me, I am in a great hurry.

I regret...

...having to part from you.

But if it is your wish...

...then go.

Thank you, Monseigneur.

Yes.

How... how much longer?!

-He has been thinking for half an hour! -I cannot stand it anymore -

If he does not do it, someone should help him!

Are you done thinking?

Yes.

Do you agree to sign?

I have no choice.

I agree.

What, truly?!

Hey you, over there!

All done, he agrees!

Oh, praise the Lord!

Read this act to him!

He must sign it.

Of course!

What else? He has agreed already!

This... this needs a signature.

I will ensure it!

Sign it.

What is this?! And now I must sign it?!

-No! No - I refuse! -I tell you - sign or else!

-But you will sign! -Never!

-No, you will not manage to force me, never! -We will not manage?

You think so? But we will make you, do not worry!

I foresaw that this would occur.

Brother!

Go tell everyone to arm themselves... and be prepared.

For what?

For everything!

-I am asking you for the last time... -No!

-Will you sign?! -No!!! I said no.

I have always hated you, Valois, always!

And now I despise you as well!

I said sign!

Sign - or I will strangle you single-handedly, right here!

-Please wait! Wait. -Please w-aaa-it!

I have not recommended my soul to the Lord yet.

-Not recommended? -He will grant me proper humility.

Here we go, he does not want to sign!

I need some more time for contemplation...

-Let him think. -My thanks, good Christian!

May the Lord reward you.

-Thank you. -Think, think faster!

He has become feeble-minded in truth!

I will not refuse myself the pleasure of cutting that hair, no matter how insane he is!

We are doing France a great favour by removing him from the throne.

Brothers!

Brothers...

Brothers, there is a large troop of armed guards at the main gate...

-They are here for him. -So we must hurry with that signing!

Sign it... Sign it, Valois!

-And what if I do not? -In that case...

In that case, you will perish!

You are dead to the world already -

Do not force your subjects to kill the man who used to be their king!

Yes, that.

But you gave me more time to think!

And you rejoiced! You count on help from outside.

-But I will have the opportunity... -... to die, if you do not sign at once!!!

Sign!

-Sign now! -Enough with the procrastinating, Valois!

-Take the quill... and sign... -Sign it, sign it!

-Sign, I said!!! Faster!

Messieurs!

Messieurs!

Monsieur le Duc, the royal guards led by Crillon...

...broke down the gate, the Abbey is surrounded!

I told you so!

Well then... we will fight - no fortress would surrender with such a hostage!

He signed!

He signed it!!!

So he did...

So you are king now! Hide this precious document, brother.

In the name of the king, surrender!

The king?

You must be joking - there is no king anymore!

What?!

Who said it?

It was I.

I, Father Gorenflot!

Try to shoot directly into that idiot`s stomach!

Er, why?

What are you doing?! No no no - do not! Remove that thing!

-Damn, missed! -What is the matter, monsieur de Crillon?

-The grille is locked!

We are searching for keys...

And who is inside?

I do not know yet, Your Majesty... I cannot see properly from here.

We are done for... what is this?!

Why are you standing here as if frozen? Break down this grille!

At once, Sire!

You here, assist me!

-I say, is anyone there? -Go to him!

Y-y-y-your M-m-majesty...

Aha! So it is you, Father Foulon.

H-h-how m-may I s-serve you, Sire?

Return my jester to me!

It appears that he decided to stay overnight in one of your cells.

But I need my Chicot urgently - I am too bored in the Louvre without him!

Grant me calm and faith, oh Lord! Forgive my sins in thought and deed...

Give me an heir, oh Lord!

You are bored? But my entertainment here has been of superior quality so far!

The act he signed...

Chicot... Chicot the First!

-You will die for that, buffoon! -Careful with that, please!

Stop! Keep where you are, traitors!

Should you touch even one hair on his head, I will have you hanged! Faster!!!

-Hurry up, damn you! -I am of the same mind...

What do we do now, brother?

Run. Run!

We will meet again... monsieur Chicot!

I have no doubts on that count.

-After you... -Monsieur Crillon, I think they are fleeing!

Do not worry, Sire - they will certainly attempt to escape through the underground passage...

...where your Swiss guards will be waiting for them!

Those lambs will run directly towards the wolf`s jaws!

Follow me - faster, brothers, faster!

Do not slow down, sister!

Something must have went wrong.

Considering that those who left first... should have returned by now!

-Sire, I will investigate if they found another exit! -Chicot! Chicot, where are you going, my friend?!!

Come back!

-Break it! -Faster, faster!

-Who is there?! -It is I, Chicot!

-So, none of them have been here then? -None, monsieur.

Fine. Stay put!

I do not understand how...

-Do not move! -Not moving!

Oh... Monsieur Chicot!

Gorenflot!

Yes, it is I! It is I, my good monsieur... ugh!

Oh... Oh! Forgive me, my kind monsieur...

Forgive your unworthy friend!

-I did not know it was you, I did not! -Where are the others?!

-They are fleeing... -How?

How? Very quickly - they do run rather fast!

Yes, but which way did they take?!

-Through the shaft... -Which shaft?!

The air-hole leading to the basilica...

-I will tell you all the details... -Talk!

-I will tell you everything... -Then start!

At the end of the underground passage guards are posted... It seems they found this out!

As they have no desire to be hanged, they took another way -

The way only they know, which leads to the basilica...

-Which basilica?! -The basilica close to the cemetery!

There is an ventilation shaft there, a secret passage leading to the Rue St. Jacques...

-And? -St. Jacques, you know that one! -And?! Hurry up!

And nothing! The worst thing is that the shaft is narrow...

...but the Lord punished me with such corpulence... This damned paunch!!!

May it stay empty! It does not fit!

So they pulled me out by the legs to prevent me from blocking the way to others...

And the duke of Mayenne`s backside is no less huge!

-Enough, stop whimpering! -He is stuck there as well, they are pulling...

-Stop and lead me there at once! -Where?

-To that shaft! -Which..? Ah! Of course, yes!

-Understood! Oh, monsieur Chicot... -Hurry up!

Do not kick my rear! I will lead you as quickly as I can!

-Done! -Not a moment too soon!

Over there!

No one?

-There is no one here, Your Majesty. -That is rather obvious.

All of them escaped!

-Oh Lord... save me... -Did they not, monsieur Foulon?

But why has Chicot not returned yet?

There could have been a trap, Sire...

Should something happen to my jester... I will make my personal project of you!

It is here...

Here! Over there, monsieur Chicot!

Monsieur Chicot, forgive me... I did not know it was you!

-Shut it! -I am quiet, I am...

I will never do it again!

Dear Lord, make it so that Mayenne is still stuck in the shaft!

Where else would he be?

Over there... Here, monsieur, we are nearly there!

-Here he is, that vile traitor! -Quiet, you fool!

I am quiet. There he is!

Straight ahead!

Do not pull too hard! I will try to slip through bit by bit...

I feel it, there is some progress!

Not too fast - but I am moving!

Oh Lord! You heard me then!

-He has still not moved much... -Ugh, by all that is holy!!!

Continue pulling! Pull harder! -Yes, we are pulling...

-Ouch! Endure it!

It would have been easier to brave the king`s guards!

I swear by the Virgin - it is truly Mayenne!

Pull, brothers, pull!

Just another bit... Only a bit!

Careful!

Aha, so it is you, despicable monk!

Here you are, conspirator!

-Here you are, traitor! -Hush!

-Now you will get your just deserts! -Remain silent, brother!

They think you are Gorenflot!

Take that, unworthy monk! Here goes one!

And here another!

And here the third!

This one is for treachery!

-Be strong, brother! -This one for sloth!

This one is for gluttony! This one is for adultery!

-Here another! And another! -Oh... It hurts!

-And another, scoundrel! -No, please stop! Help!

Monsieur Chicot! It hurts, please stop!

And some more, you traitor!

Do not react, stay silent, brother!

-Monsieur Chicot, I will never... again! -Why did the Lord not deign...

...to place in front of me the duke of Mayenne`s most noble posterior instead of your vulgar rear end!

As I still owe him plenty of blows with a stick!

The interest on those has been growing for seven years already!

-It is... It is Chicot! -Why, Lord, oh why?

Yes, it is I, Chicot, His Majesty`s unworthy servant!

Chicot`s weak hand assumed this heavy duty of steering you onto the right path!

I suppose we are even, Your Highness Mayenne!

Oi! Gorenflot!

What is the matter with you?

Gorenflot!

Gorenflot!

-Oh... is it you, monsieur Chicot? -So you did not die!

But I did!

No, you did not! And you are about to get what you deserve!

No... No, monsieur Chicot, I don`t believe that you will deliver me to my pursuers!

Trust me, I will, you fool!

Monsieur Chicot, no!

No, you will not hand me over to them!

Me...

The one with whom you devoured so many tasty dinners!

Me...

The one who, as you used to say, drinks wine so gracefully he deserves to be called "King of bottles"!

Me...

The one who ate so many poulardes - prepared using your recipe, by the way...

...and ate them so well that only their bones remained!

No, you will not do it, monsieur Chicot!

You are laughing!

Of course I am laughing, animal!

Then I will live.

-You might! -No might here, but certainly!

-Or you might not... -Oh I will, I am sure!

Because you could not have laughed like this if they were to put me to death!

This is not decided by me! The king will decide your fate.

Oh...

He alone has the power of life and death here.

Then I will die...

Chicot!

Chicot...

Chicot!

-I am here, Sire! -Chicot!!!

You are alive!

That I am, yes.

If I could tell you how happy... Thank God!

I am coming, where are you?! Chicot!

His Majesty is overjoyed to see you!

-What is it to you? -To me?!

To me? From sheer joy, he would do anything you care to ask for!

And what you will ask for is mercy for me! Yes?

-Asking for mercy from the "vile Herod"? -Yes! Oh... Do not, hush!

Hush, he might hear! Please lower your voice... I beg you, monsieur Chicot!

-Ask him, it is a trifle to you - but not for me! -Chicot, where are you? I cannot find you!

Monsieur Chicot, please! Please!

Where are you?!

I am right here!

Here, Sire!

Chicot... I am so glad that you are unharmed!

Well, how many of them did you manage to grab?

Not one!

They must have found some hidden bolthole here - all of them escaped!

It is quite likely!

Well... have you seen them?

You bet I saw them!

All of them?

First to last!

Did you recognize them?

No, Sire!

What do you mean, you did not recognize them?!

-Well, I did recognize one, but not... -Not what?!

...not by his face, Sire.

Whom did you recognize?

The duke of Mayenne!

Who are you?

Here, bring him into the light! Move!

It appears that we have captured someone after all!

-Oh... oh... Your Majesty! -Be quiet, villain.

I am quiet, monsieur, I am...

All too right. Be quiet and pray, traitor!

Your Majesty...

Take a closer look at this monk.

Preacher Gorenflot, is it not?

Yes, it is him.

We have you now, conspirator!

We have you - traitor!

We have you - obscurant!

Wait, Sire!

Wait.

I must tell you everything first.

Thank the Lord for giving life to this saintly man!

For it was him who saved us all!

-Saved? -Yes, Sire, saved - you heard right.

He told me of this conspiracy.

If Your Majesty`s enemies find him, you may consider him... dead!

-Do you truly assume so? -No doubt about it!

Very well. He is clearly a worthy individual.

We will extend our protection to him.

And you would do well, Sire - here is a servant of... rarest qualities!

Considering how much he did for us... Take care of him, dear friend!

Sire, when he is with me... he lacks for nothing!

Yes. Go and take good care of him!

Monsieur de Crillon... I must remove my saint from your care now.

As you wish.

But return to the Louvre as soon as you finish making provisions for him...

We must also take care of our friends... and prepare them for tomorrow!

I will return in an hour, Sire.

Rise, our most reverend Father!

He must be mocking me! That rotten heart...

Get up, animal!

Well... I deserve this.

I deserve it!

What is he muttering there?

Sire, I promised him Your Majesty`s protection and he, so well aware of his achievements...

...is repeating "I deserve it!"

Poor man!

-He must have suffered so much! -Thank His Majesty!

Y-y-your M... Er, what for?

Thank him, animal, you will find out later!

-He went through so much... -Y-y-your M-majesty...

-Y-your... Your... M-m-majesty! -Yes, I know what you did for us!

-I will reward you as you deserve! -I adore you, Your Majesty!

-Chicot, do not take too long! -All follow me!

...my eternal g-gratitude! Thank you, Your Majesty!

Up with you, animal!

And do not thank the king - thank the Lord for giving you a friend like Chicot!

And for Chicot`s kind heart.

Thank you, oh Lor... Er!

Thank you, oh Lord!

Amen!

Monsieur, I am rather distressed that you decided to go on that rendezvous instead of to bed!

Any man who sleeps badly will not fight well!

I do not derive any pleasure from fighting whenever...

...I lose a large sum in a game of cards or when I am unhappy with myself...

But when my heart is light, I fight gladly and recklessly!

Tomorrow I will fight magnificently, my friend!

-Tomorrow`s duel is without precedent! -Oh, Remy...

When my hand holds a rapier... they merge and become one, a part of my body!

From this second on, this rapier is my arm!

And my arm is a rapier, Remy!

A blade never tires!

Yes, but it can... become dull sometimes.

-Do not fear for me, Remy! -May I accompany you, monsieur le Comte?

Come with me. We can talk about her on the way!

Beside the joy of seeing the woman one loves... I know of few better pastimes than speaking of her!

Yes, but some people rate the joy of speaking of her higher than the joy of seeing her.

Let us go!

Monsieur le Comte, what is it?

I thought... I thought I saw...

What a nonsensical delusion!

Come!

I have noticed some melancholy in you recently, my dear Remy!

I am afraid you are right.

Yes?

Ever since monsieur Monsoreau and I parted ways, every day has felt like it has 48 hours!

-And what of love? -What?

I told you this before, monsieur...

Love to me is merely a subject of scientific research.

Tsk tsk, is your romance with Gertrude over and done with?

Well and truly over!

Well well...

Tell me, monsieur - are you truly certain that Monsoreau is not in Paris?

Yes, I am certain.

The king ordered him to depart for Compiegne this morning in the presence of all courtiers.

And yet you are making a mistake.

Which mistake?

Remember that ancient myth... It was Venus who disarmed Mars!

Well, since you are no longer with Gertrude... adieu.

I will be waiting for you.

-What for? -To make certain that you will return in two hours...

...and get enough sleep before the duel!

Do not worry - I have not forgotten the duel!

-I will return in two hours. -Agreed then. Adieu, count! -Adieu!

-Is it you, monsieur de Bussy? -Yes, it is I.

We have been waiting for you for a while...

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