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So they have already started!

Well then...

Let us try to break through!

Why break through? I know of a secret door...

My former lover showed it to me.

Follow me, monsieur de St. Luc!

-A try at last, monsieur de Monsoreau? -No!

It is not yet time!

Damn it!

This does look serious!

Get him!

It is here!

Here is the door!

Get back!

Hey you! Still alive?

Monsieur de St. Luc!

Be careful!

Bravo, monsieur de St. Luc!

Do you hear me? Do you?

Yes, I heard you!

Monsieur de St. Luc!

Follow me!

Follow me!

Monsieur de Bussy! Open, it is I, Remy!

Open!

-Kill that dog! -Louis!

Based on a novel by Alexandre Dumas (père)

La Dame de Monsoreau

Episode 26

Dead?!

No, I am still alive!

And I am as ready as ever to fight you, count!

And now you! Go!

Finish him off!

Aha, using the hands of others again, monsieur coward?

Count, open!

Monsieur de Bussy, it is I, Remy!

Remy! Praise the Lord, we are no longer alone!

Open, monsieur le Comte!

Praise the Lord, we were not too late!

-Help Diana! -Madame Diana...

Monsieur de St. Luc... I am rather glad to see you!

-Aha! I see murder everywhere here! -Madame, what happened to you?!

Some rather fine kills - bravo, Bussy, bravo!

I am glad you are still alive , monsieur de Monsoreau!

Well... Is it not enough, monsieur Chief Huntsman?

I think it would be better for everyone if you let us go.

-If not, we will... -I have already said...

...we will walk out over your bodies!

...you came here to stay, I swear you will stay here, messieurs!

-It will be a pleasure killing you again! -Very well...

So, war... You wanted it yourself!

Remy!

-Take Diana away from here! -No, Louis, not without you!

Go!

-I will catch up with you. -No. No!

-Go, I said!!! -I will not go without you!

-I will stay here to the end! -Harlot!

Shameless harlot!

-You want to stay with him? Be my guest!!! -Careful! Do not shoot, monster!

Remy... Remy!

You bastard!

Die, scum - for the second time!

Remy, stay strong - stay here, I will come back for you!

St. Luc, let us go!

Diana, come! St. Luc, cover Diana!

Monsieur le Comte, you need help!

Go kill him him instead!

St. Luc, take Diana and go!

Diana!

-Retreat! -No!!!

You will not leave!

-Diana, please! A minute! -No, I cannot leave!

I will not leave, you scum... Not before killing you!

This is it!

Monsieur... Chief Huntsman!

Curse... you!

Do not worry, we will burn in hell together!

Diana!

Louis!

-Leave! -Not without you!

I must go back for Remy, leave!

Bussy!

St. Luc, remember our pact in Meridor!

I love you, Louis!

Remy!

-Remy, hold on! I am on my way! -Praise... the Lord...

Monsieur... Forgive me, I was forced, I did not want to!

Nor did I. Catch!

I swear by all hells... I am starting to believe I might escape from here!

Remy!

Remy... I am here!

Remy!

Remy...

Forgive me, Remy...

Diana...

Your premonition did not come to pass.

Diana... you could see for yourself.

I promised to keep myself alive and I did not break my word.

They did not succeed in killing me.

I am alive - praise the Lord...

...while Monsoreau is dead!

I will die! But I will see you dead first!

No! No - I swear by all hells - you will not see it!

Thank you, oh Lord!

I found the one I had longed for.

Sire... avenge monsieur de Bussy!

Avenge... monsieur de Bussy?

Yes! Monsieur de Bussy...

...who was slaughtered by twenty murderers this night!

They were twenty for a reason - for he killed fourteen of them!

So...

...monsieur de Bussy is dead.

Yes, Sire.

And thus will not fight this morning.

I have just told you - he was killed this night, killed in a most perfidious manner!

Sire, I know you held no affection for him, but I swear...

He was loyal to Your Majesty!

He would have shed his blood to the last drop for his king, or he would not have been my friend!

Yes.

I know that... monsieur de Bussy was the best swordsman in the kingdom.

But his death was... deserved.

And I will certainly not avenge an adulterer.

Sire!

You may blame him for that...

But... please, I beg you... listen to the end!

After the unfortunate Bussy... had fought them in that room for half an hour at least...

After he - heavily wounded and covered in blood as he was! - nearly succeeded in saving himself...

Afterwards...

...came the worst part!

Oh Lord!

Messieurs...

Messieurs...

Poor Bussy!

St. Luc... is it you, St. Luc?

I was the one who killed Monsoreau...

So Monsoreau is dead?

-Yes, Monseigneur, over there! -I was wrong...

Messieurs... messieurs...

I implore you... help me!

I can still be saved.

Messieurs...

Get rid of him.

-Monsieur d`Epernon, please wait downstairs. -Of course, of course!

Messieurs...

You are rather careless, Monseigneur!

What is there to fear, Aurilly?

There are no living witnesses here.

Messieurs...

-Please... -Aurilly!

Your orders, Monseigneur?

Free him... from his suffering!

What..?

So it is you, Your Highness...

Curse... you...

Dia... na...

Diana!

Praise the Lord!

This is what I have been searching for!

I will not become the king of France... yet.

But at least I will not be beheaded for treason!

Come.

There is nothing left to do here.

What?! Monseigneur...

What of Diana?

I have no interest in that woman anymore.

You do not?

-I think I hear steps, Monseigneur! -Yes...

We must leave. Come!

Oh Lord...

Bussy...

-Monsieur... de St. Luc! -Remy!

-Monsieur de... St. Luc... -Yes, Remy!

His murderer...

...is Anjou...

He... was... here... a moment... ago...

I understood you, Remy.

Scum!

No one else could have done what you accomplished!

You were... less than a god...

...for you were mortal.

But you were more than a mere human, that is certain.

Sire!

I am not even asking you for revenge anymore...

I am asking for justice!

For I hold my king in high regard and value his honour highly!

I suspect you were extremely badly served by monsieur de Bussy`s murder!

Should your friends win in that duel now...

...all will say they only won because you ordered to have Bussy murdered!

And who will dare to claim that?!

By all saints! Everyone!

No, monsieur.

No one will claim that, as you...

...will give me the name of the murderer, at once!

Here he is in person!

The prince is his murderer! His friend had him murdered!

I will follow your advice, Maugiron...

Messieurs Angevins intend to have us wait, it seems.

The hand!

You do not seem that well-rested!

Oh, messieurs! At last!

Messieurs...

We have had the honor of expecting you for a while.

Forgive us, messieurs - we were delayed waiting for one of our friends.

Was it monsieur de Bussy? In truth, I do not see him here!

It appears he will have to be dragged here by the ears this morning!

Stay calm, messieurs - we have been waiting until now, we can wait a while longer!

To be honest, we were certain monsieur de Bussy would be here when we arrived.

Alas, he is not.

Well then, let us hope that monsieur de Bussy will appear at some point.

Monsieur de Bussy... will not come.

What do you mean by "will not come"?

-Is the bravest of the brave scared? -This cannot be!

You are right, monsieur de Quelus!

I repeat - monsieur de Bussy will not come.

But...

Why will he not come?

Because he is dead.

Dead?..

-It is impossible, no! -Yes.

He was killed in a most treacherous manner.

Dead?!

Are you certain you are not mistaken, monsieur Chicot?

No, monsieur d`Epernon, there is no mistake.

On my way here, I visited the house of the Comte de Monsoreau...

...and saw everything with my own eyes.

Release me, messieurs!!! Let me! Bussy`s blood must be avenged!!!

I will kill them, release me!!!

It appears that your mournful words carry an insinuation!

Yes, damn it! Yes!

-What do you mean? -Search for those who would profit from the crime!

Listen, messieurs - explain yourself clearly and loudly!

This is why we came here - and now we have a hundred reasons more to kill you!

Then draw your weapons - and let us end this quickly!

You are all bluster, monsieur Gascon!

You were not in such a hurry when we were four against four!

Are we then to blame that you are only three now?

Yes, you are!

Bussy was killed because someone would benefit from him being in a tomb instead of on a battlefield!

Do you understand me? Did I explain myself well enough?

We understood you, monsieur d`Antraguet!

Leave, monsieur d`Epernon.

We will fight three against three!

So that these gentlemen may see if we will make use of this terrible incident...

...when we mourn as much as they do!

-Let us start, messieurs! -Yes!

When you will see us fight in the open...

...in front of our Lord - you will judge then if we could be murderers!

An hour ago I merely hated you...

...but now you disgust me!

An hour ago I would have just killed you - but now I will cut you into pieces!

-Assume your positions! -Yes, let us assume our positions!

And what of me?

According to the rules, eight men should fight in this duel!

Be quiet, d`Epernon - and go away!

Monsieur brave knight, come with me.

Follow me...

...or you might ruin another pair of boots.

What do you mean, monsieur fool? Explain!

What I mean is there will be blood on the ground soon.

And you will have to walk on it...

...like you did last night.

Messieurs...

Messieurs!

This is nothing. Defend yourself, Antraguet!

Your Majesty...

Yes.

Monsieur de Bussy was killed on my orders.

And you will be grateful for it, Your Majesty...

For he planned an attack against you this very morning!

You are lying!

You are lying, murderer!

You killed Bussy like you killed all your friends - one after another!

You did not kill Bussy because he was the king`s enemy...

...but because he knew all your secrets!

Monsoreau knew well why you would commit such a crime!

You allow me to be insulted in your presence, brother!

Justice, Sire!

Justice!

Damn it... why am I not king!

-Justice, Sire! -Your Majesty!

You may punish me for saving your friends from impending death!

And for ensuring a brilliant victory for your cause...

...which is my cause as well!

Sire, your brother took your friends under his wing - I pity them!

And any cause of yours is a cursed one!

Whatever you touch draws the ire of the Lord!

Even murderers claim to protect the honour of kings these days!

Kill, kill me as well - I hold no weapon either! Scoundrel!

Cease at once!

No more, messieurs.

By my order.

Bravo, Schomberg!

Well done, Schomberg!

-Riberac! -On my way, Livarot!

Lord... is this truly... the end?

Long live... the king!

Wonderful, Schomberg!

Quelus, I am coming!

-Long live the king! -Go, Schomberg!

-Accursed Mignon! -Forwards!

For the king!

Death to the Angevins!

Be quiet, monsieur!

Don`t you dare insult the man who fought to his last breath.

...and who has not yet died!

Die, accursed Mignon!!!

Oh Lord... He got me!

Long live... the king...

Thank you... Livarot! I am... avenged...

-Maybe... enough, monsieur de Quelus? -No, I am ready to continue!

He will be lost as well...

Was this what you wanted, monsieur?!

It was not m-my f-fault!

I did not want this... It was not my fault!

Antraguet!

Antraguet...

I swear by my honour... I had no part...

...in Bussy`s murder.

Do you believe me?

I believe you, monsieur.

I believe you.

Flee... flee at once!

The king... will not forgive you!

I will not leave you here, even if he has me executed!

Flee, young fellow, flee, do not try our Lord`s patience! I will take care of him.

Kill me, monsieur...

...or leave me my rapier.

It will remain with you, Comte de Quelus!

I give you my word.

We... could have been friends.

I would have been proud of this friendship, Comte de Quelus!

Leave, Antraguet - your life is worth it!

And my friends?

I will take care both of them and of the king`s friends!

Farewell!

Run, run, Antraguet!

Farewell, Livarot... Farewell, Riberac!

Chicot...

Chicot!

Lord... oh Lord...

What happened to them?

Tell me!

Two are dead.

The third is about to die.

Who is that third?

Quelus, Sire.

No!!!

No no no no no no no!!!

No... no... no!

"Greetings, my dear monsieur Chicot!"

"It is I. I am writing from Burgundy."

"You know, they are expecting an abundant grape harvest here this year!"

"I heard rumors that His Majesty the king, whose life I saved - well, at least I think I did..."

"...is still haunted by sorrow after the death of his friends."

"Alas, what is a man to do?"

Indeed, what is a man to do.

My poor king has not left the bedside of the dying Quelus for 15 days...

...praying for the Lord to preserve his life.

And the Lord heard him -

Quelus` state started to improve.

Providence preserved the life of the one the king loves more than any other.

At the break of day, while you were still sleeping, I prayed...

...and thanked the Lord for saving your life.

Sire...

My love for you is so strong...

...that the Lord did not permit me to leave you all alone.

Hush! Hush. Do not speak.

Well... So it ends, another act of the endless play called Life.

The scene will remain, and so will the scenery and the roles...

...only the actors playing these roles will change.

But these new actors will suffer, rejoice and... kill each other the same way as the old did.

People always disregard what is most important...

...for vague illusions, for prejudice, for political ideals, for money, for base passions.

I suspect Bussy and Monsoreau were also victims of their illusions-

...hastening their fate, their demise...

As for Diana, she disappeared after that terrible night.

There are rumors in Paris that she swore to take revenge on the duke of Anjou.

Diana...

Sometimes I feel she might have been sent by the Heaven as an angel of death.

And Bussy, the last true knight of France, was searching for a death in the name of Love...

...and found it.

The Lord grants us life, only for us to turn it into a framework for our senseless vanity.

But I am certain that my friend Gorenflot knows that one should just live...

...and delight in every minute of the passing day.

For all we know, this just might be what matters most of all.

"Dear monsieur Chicot, bring the king to my abbey!"

"I can offer him a wine bottled in 1550 - unearthed it from my cellar, if you believe it!"

"I have no doubt it will lift His Majesty`s spirits."

"Reverend prior Gorenflot, your humble servant and friend."

"Oh, nearly forgot - please tell the king that I had my hands full with the vineyard..."

"...and have had no time yet to pray for his friends` souls, as he asked me."

"But as soon as the harvesting time is over, I will apply myself to it at once!"

"Yours sincerely, Gorenflot."

Well then...

Those poor fellows will be well recommended for the Kingdom of God.

Amen.

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