All language subtitles for Marie Antoinette 1x07 - The Ostrich Bitch (English)

I have to talk to you.

One of your courtiers
kicked me in the stomach.

What?

Who was it? I will call the guards,
and they will be banished from...

- Really?
- Yes.

Really.

Careful.

Do you like dates?

So sorry. I...

What are you doing?

We couldn't wait for you any longer.

But...

But that's my job.

It's the other way around.
No. I think a bit tighter.

- Tighter?
- Yep.

- Ah! Not so tight!
- Sorry.

You have a little bit of...

- There.
- Thank you.

You do know my heart is shattered?

It is with the greatest happiness

that I can announce the Queen
is pregnant with our first child.

We'll never get rid of her now.

Not unless it's a girl.

If it's a boy, we're finished.

CREDITS

So?

You have grown two inches

since the 27th of August.

Is that normal or...?

For a pregnancy of six
months, perfectly normal.

God help us if it's a girl.

We will have plenty of
opportunities to have sons.

Please, tell that to my mother.

Don't worry about Mama.

You have me now.

I do.

I'll go.

What is it?

Louis?

_

_

Is this what they think of me?

Poor Louis.

How dreadfully embarrassing
to play the cuckold.

Mind you, Chartres
does look impressive.

Extremely.

Well, you know what they say,
"There's no smoke without fire."

What do you think, Provence?

I couldn't possibly
comment on that filthy smut.

This isn't just about me.

This is a grotesque attack on us.

I will deal with it.

Like you dealt with the white doves?

I wasn't in charge of
that investigation, Majesty.

Steps were taken, but unfortunately
they were not completely successful.

That's why I have asked him to
begin his investigation immediately.

How can I trust him?

He wanted to lock me up in a
convent and throw away the key!

We have to put the past behind us.

We must act swiftly

before the libelle spreads
to Paris and to Europe.

- Let me protect you.
- And how do you propose to do that?

We close the gates.

Nobody enters. Nobody leaves.

Not until we find answers.

We'll show this court
that we mean business.

Search Versailles.

Go upstairs.

Absolutely outrageous.

Have you any idea who I am?

It's unethical.

Keep your hands off me.

Your disdain for the
Queen is hardly a secret.

Is that a crime?

It's a...

It's certainly a sign of... disrespect.

How far are you prepared
to go, Madame de Noailles?

The libelle is the
product of a warped mind.

My mind as you're well aware,
Maurepas, is far too straight.

Over there.

This way, gentlemen.

The public rooms have been scoured,

hundreds of courtiers questioned,

and what have we found?

Nothing.

What do we do now?

We move closer to home.

Well, we have no choice.

Very well. Do it.

Thank you, Maurepas.

- Do you have a moment?
- I'm working.

I feel obliged to voice my concern.

Do you, now?

Your sense of duty truly
knows no bounds, brother.

- What is it?
- It's about the investigation.

Have you even considered

the possibility that
Chartres is the father?

Your concern is unwarranted.

Come on, you've seen
the way he looks at her.

The man is cunt-struck.

The question that's on everyone's lips.

Tell me.

Is this an accurate depiction
of the Duc de Chartres?

Stop that.

It's in the ballpark.

Though I'm not sure the artist

captures Antoinette in her best light.

I wonder how she's taking it.

She's not like us, Saint-Georges.

She's a sensitive soul.

Do I detect an air of wishful longing?

Am I speaking to a man
who has fallen in love?

"Love" is not a word I recognise.

Lust then. Primitive insatiable lust.

Monseigneur.

Come with us.

What's going on?

Thank you for coming to see me.

Did I have a choice?

I invited you here

because you're depicted in the libelle.

Has it caused you distress?

On the contrary. It has
lifted my spirits no end.

Do you have any idea
who may be responsible?

None at all.

As the heir to the House of
Orleans, wouldn't you benefit

from casting doubt on the Bourbon line?

It's not me who calls
her the Ostrich Bitch.

Why aren't you
investigating the Bourbons?

I'm investigating everyone.

This is an outrage.

Father would spin in his grave.

"Ostrich Bitch."

Those words first came out
of your mouths, did they not?

Dear Lord, have mercy.
What will happen to us?

Bugger all! We're not criminals.

But you must admit you said it.

- Yes.
- No!

We admit nothing.

You ought to be ashamed
of yourself, Maurepas.

Without us, you wouldn't
be sitting in that chair.

Oh, for which I am
immensely grateful, Mesdames.

Nevertheless, I intend to be
thorough in my investigation.

Are you responsible
directly or indirectly

for the libelle?

Perhaps... inadvertently, we might...

Be quiet.

Antoinette only has herself to blame.

Are you suggesting

that there is some
truth in the libelle?

That is all we are prepared to say.

No.

Are you insane?

We can't be seen together.

I only want to know
how you are, my love.

They won't give up.

Not until they destroy me.

It will all blow over, I promise you.

Please, Chartres.

You can't stay.

Imagine yourself drifting

on a calm and sunlit river.

As your body relaxes...

you can let go.

Drift... and let go.

Now... turn your thoughts
to the source of your distress.

How do you do this?

How do you manage to calm me down

even in the middle of this nightmare?

It's my job.

When will you stop being so stubborn?

Accept a position in my household.

Hold her image

in your mind.

She is a small fly, and
you can flick her away.

Try it now.

Flick the Polignac fly away.

There is somebody you
have to meet, Toinette.

- You're looking extremely flushed.
- Who is it? I'm intrigued.

Doctor Mesmer.

He was all the rage in Paris,

and now... he is all
the rage at Versailles.

Doctor Mesmer is an impostor.

He is a charming man.

And what do you know about
charming men, Superintendent?

How do I look? Don't answer.

- I've been eating for Austria.
- France.

You've been eating for France.

France.

I'm sorry.

Maurepas has been interviewing
Mesdames this afternoon.

I wouldn't be at all surprised

if those vicious old
goats were behind this.

They'd never do anything to hurt me.

You, perhaps.

- They would revel in my downfall.
- It could be anyone.

It could only be a
member of your family.

What makes you so certain about that?

It's obvious to
everyone, except for you.

I need to know if
there's any truth in it.

Truth in what?

You and Chartres.

Your Majesty.

- Your Majesty.
- Good evening.

So... tell me,

who's next in the firing line?

I don't want to talk
about the investigation.

Oh. What shall we talk about then?

The weather.

- Shall we eat?
- Yes, let's.

Will you have something?

I am not hungry.

Try this.

It'll do you good.

Have another oyster.

You're eating for two now.

I need you to keep digging.

She might be hiding something.

Chartres, for example.

Leave it to me.

This will barely keep me in stockings.

If you're looking
for financial security,

why don't you take a
position in her household?

A position. What do you suggest?

Lady of the bedchamber?
Mistress of the robes?

What more do you want?

I will accept nothing that requires
me to grovel to the Superintendent.

You must be so excited
about the new arrival.

We are very happy.

- May I touch your bump?
- I don't...

Isn't it a joy to be pregnant?

When did you last feel it kick?

I can't be certain.
Perhaps... this morning.

What?

Well, I don't feel anything.

No. Nothing at all.

Are you quite sure it's still alive?

I would have expected
better of you, Madame.

Bravo.

That was... remarkably
callous even for you.

Why should she have a baby
if you won't let me have one?

May I come in?

How are you feeling?

Oh, I feel on top of the world.

Please...

Please, forgive me.

Forgive you for what?

For accusing me of committing adultery

or for your monstrous family?

Both.

How is life at Versailles, Madame?

It can be a lonely place.

So far from your own family.

It's been such a
difficult time for you.

Pain, suffering, the failed pregnancy.

A strain on your marriage, no doubt.

How is this relevant
to your investigation?

There has been talk

about some... distance
between you and Provence.

But, still, he is your husband.

You clearly feel a great
sense of loyalty towards him.

Do I?

Casting doubt on the
legitimacy of the heir

would work to his advantage.

If you suspect my husband,
why don't you speak to him?

Yes, of course, how could I forget?

Monsieur's above the law.

Madame isn't.

Nobody apart from the
King is above the law.

But only the King can
interview his brother

if he feels there is reason to do so.

I admit

my marriage is not
as happy as I'd hoped.

I admit to feeling lonely
in this soulless place.

I admit to the grief of not
being able to hold my own child.

But I am not so bitter in my misfortune

to accuse an innocent man.

Why should I suffer the indignity
of being interviewed? I'm your wife!

Perhaps it was unwise
to upset my brother.

You upset him all the time!

That's different.

You should know Maurepas was
more interested in you than me.

He can't touch me.

Sir, there is news.

Get off me!

A tip-off enabled us to locate
the printing press in the town.

I can finally confirm that
the court is now clean.

Thank you, Maurepas. Thank you.

However... the
original's still missing.

So it can come back to haunt us?

- Who is behind this?
- Oh, no. Don't take it personally.

Versailles is a snake
pit spewing out poison.

The snakes generally end
up destroying each other.

If they don't destroy us first.

We must narrow down the investigation.

The Orleans threat is obvious.

Is it?

On the other hand,
the birth of a Dauphin

makes the crown slip further
away from your brother's reach.

What do you suggest?

We close in on them.

The question of who is
responsible looms large in my head.

Provence or Chartres?

I think I know the answer.

This was discovered in your apartment.

Well... obviously, it's been planted.

You would say that, wouldn't you?

Whatever you may think of
me, I am not capable of this.

My feelings for her run far too deep.

Are you confessing
your love for my wife?

- I'm pleading my innocence!
- That doesn't answer my question.

I am not responsible for the libelle.

But the evidence cannot be disputed.

This is the original.

- Let me speak to him.
- You can't.

He's been placed under armed guard.

What is this really about, Louis?

Chartres's guilt or your jealousy?

Does your loyalty to him
come before your trust in me?

You owe me an apology.

- I have nothing to apologise for.
- My apartment was ransacked.

- What the hell were you playing at?
- It wasn't a game.

It was crystal clear from the start
your wife's lover was responsible.

One more word about my
wife, and you will regret it.

How can you be so naive?

Not so naive, actually.

Jos�phine's miscarriage...

there was never a pregnancy, was there?

If you can lie about that,
what else are you capable of?

I refuse to believe for a
second that he's guilty.

Chartres is a scoundrel. I
know him better than you do.

Of course, just like you
knew Mesmer was a genius.

Tease me as much as you like.
It's like water off a duck's back.

- You look pretty wet to me.
- Shut up!

Leave me alone.

- Toinette...
- Both!

Both of you.

Thank you.

You know your own mind, Majesty.

I can't change that,
and nor do I wish to try.

Please, I need you.

I need your help, Doctor Mesmer.

I'm overwhelmed with anxieties.

I don't have the spirit
to face them alone.

Oh, but you do.

The Princess de Lamballe

was simple to treat
because she's suggestible.

She lacks what I call animal magnetism.

Hence, her delicate nature.

In your case, it courses
through your veins.

Then why am I so terrified?

Because you don't believe
in your own strength.

Trust your instincts,

and you will find it.

Well, you must have told
someone! Who was it?

Why would I discuss my fake
baby with another living soul?

Because you are a
witless hysterical fool!

Is that the work of a
witless hysterical fool?

You.

Yes.

Me.

Look at me. Look me in the
eye and tell me it wasn't you.

No.

Of course not.

But unless you believe me,
what good is a clear conscience?

I believe you.

You know how I feel
about you, Antoinette.

Yes.

You merely tolerate me.

Push.

Push.

Come on.

Push.

Push.

Push.

It's me. Hold my hands.

Hold my hands. Breathe.

It's okay. It's me. Just breathe.

You just keep breathing.

It's all right. Just breathe.

Only a few more, all
right? Only a few more.

Okay, you can push. Push.

- I don't think I can.
- Yes, you can. Come on, push.

- All right?
- Hold my hand.

Come on.

Oh, dear.

So what it is? What is it?

Madame?

- Madame?
- Boy or girl?

- Madame?
- Toinette?

- Madame!
- Toinette?

- Someone do something!
- Toinette?

Madame, listen to me.
Listen to my voice, Madame.

Please.

Is it all right?

- Is it all right?
- Yes.

May I present to you... Madame Royale.

Oh, my God.

My little girl.

Oh, you may not be the Dauphin,

but you are no less precious to me.

She's so warm.

She's so beautiful.

Welcome.

Thank you.

You have brought me great joy.

Good work, Yolande.

To Madame Royale.

- To us. Our positions are secure.
- For now.

I have no doubt

you'll outlive your brother
and become the King of France.

Well, it won't be for lack of trying.

- And I will be your Queen.
- Dear God.

I pray you'll be dead before then.

Try to be your best
self just to amuse me.

We make a good team.

Come in.

Monsieur.

The King has asked to see you urgently.

Hello.

Chartres.

I've been liberated to offer

my heartfelt
congratulations to my Queen.

Louis finally came to his senses.

I am so happy.

- Have they found the bastard?
- Not yet.

I don't believe you.

I give you my word.

It was all her. I had
nothing to do with it.

You are a liar.

I could have you both
executed for treason.

Louis.

But I can't do that to my brother.

The court will be informed a
disgruntled equerry was arrested

fleeing with the original engraving.

Thank you.

But don't think for a minute
that I'm going to forgive you.

You may still be the heir to my throne,

but you will never play a role in
the government of this country.

Do you understand?

- Yes.
- "Yes, Sire."

Yes...

Sire.

Get out.

Get out.

Oh, she's a beauty.

Yes.

Just like her mother.

My daughter's a Bourbon princess

from the top of her head
to the tips of her toes.

Of course.

Oh, Chartres, you're back.

How did you manage to slip the guards?

I persuaded them to
release me into your custody.

I refuse to take
responsibility for you.

However, this little one...

Meet Madame Royale's Governess.

You trust her with your child?

I trust her with my life.

She's just beautiful.

Stop it.

- No.
- It's not true.

- Yeah.
- She's got your mouth.

It's unbelievable!

How could she let us down again?

I doubt she was planning to, Ma.

If she's anything like you,

this is the beginning of a
long line of Bourbon babies.

- We will hold off on Bavaria.
- Why?

We can't rely on
France to send us troops

until our alliance is sealed.

And we can't wait any longer.

Prussia is closing in on my territory.

We can... and we will.

When do I get to make
a decision around here?

Not until I'm dead.

Mercy has informed
me of the new arrival.

I implore you to stop
wasting time, Toinette.

I can't wait another eight years
for you to deliver the Dauphin.

I suppose there's a
strange sort of comfort

in knowing who your enemies are.

They won't step out of line again.

Here she comes.

Thank you.

Your Majesty.

You're so beautiful.

- Ostrich Bitch!
- Ostrich Bitch!

I am delighted that you
named the child after me.

But producing a daughter
is like producing a mouse.

It counts for nothing
in diplomatic relations.

It's time for you to do your
duty to Austria, Toinette.

Amen.

Ostrich Bitch!

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