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THE ACCURSED KINGS

By MAURICE DRUON
from THE FRENCH ACADEMY

Translated and adapted by:
selaflaure (selaflaure@gmail.com)

THE LAW OF ROYAL SUCCESSION

Directed by:
CLAUDE BARMA

Louis the 10th, the Quarreler,
died.

They say openly that he was poisoned.

Shrouded from head to toe in the
fine white mourning weeper of queens,

Clémence of Hungary
keeps a fragile hope:

she must give birth
within five months.

The Capet dynasty
surely was prodigious:

it's destiny, until then,
was marked by its length.

Of the 11 reigns, only two
were covering less than 15 years.

And for the first time, by lack
of a male heir to the throne,

France is without a king.

Poisoned? Why poisoned?

He tried to do all the good
that he could.

He didn't look human perfidy,
uncle,

there where one must see
the will of God.

God?

You're the only one
who's involving God here,

where the devil surely has his place.

I cannot believe that Louis
was so detested

that someone wanted to kill him.

You don't think, my dear niece,
but that has occurred.

- You forgot the dog?
- The dog?

The dog that licked the rags
where the embalmers

put the king's bowels.

And which died shortly after.

Who could commit such a crime?

We don't know yet.

But we'll find it out, niece.

I promise you solemnly.

They're not a few those who had
interest to make you a widow.

First the Templars. Whose order
was unjustly destroyed.

I've said it quite often.

In the second place,
the Roman cardinals.

Just think: You don't move the pope
from his throne of Saint Peter,

as my brother did,

without causing
unforgivable resentment.

And then family.

Kings are not better protected
in this matter than the other men.

And usually enough killing happens

among relatives.

First, those from Burgundy.

They never accepted the fact that
you replaced unfortunate Marguerite.

And countess Mahaut, your neighbor,

isn't a woman
to stand away to a murder.

Now, my dear niece,

you're as threatened
as Louis was.

- Me?
- You.

As the child you're carrying.

Here's why, my dear niece,
you must return to Paris,

and I'm asking you already.
You know how much I love you

to leave you here,
in the middle of the forest,

prey to the intrigues of the wicked.

You'll have peace but
safe around me.

Bouville, what I'm going to do?

Monseigneur,

I can better ensure the queen's guard
in this mansion with walls everywhere,

than in the big Palais de la Cité
open to any passerby.

Messire Hugues, you have the
charge to watch the queen's belly,

and not to decide where
should the royal family live.

Finally, my dear, come, I'm not
going to take you overseas.

And Vincennes is not at
1,000 leagues from Paris, either.

Understand me, uncle, Vincennes is
the last gift I received from him.

Just a few hours before his death.

It seems to me that
never really left yet.

Your husband, for whom we pray,
dear niece,

now belongs to the past.

Yours is the future, the only one that
matters to the kingdom. Be a Queen.

Louis, who sees you from there,
expects it from you.

Exposing your life and your child's
will grieve him, I'm sure.

Well, so be it, uncle.
I will do as you wish.

- And I will return to Paris.
- Here's a wise decision.

- Do you approve, sir?
- Of course.

Of course...

My son Philippe will order
your escort,

with our cousin
Robert of Artois.

Thanks a lot, uncle.
Thanks a lot.

But now I'm asking you a favor:
to be allowed to pray.

Madame, can I come with you
to the palace?

No, Eudeline. No.

Do not follow me.

It needs someone who loved him
to stay here.

Stay.

Cardinal Jacques Duèze was never
really in big need of sleep.

Quick-witted man
with a prodigious knowledge,

rise shortly after midnight
and immediately began to work.

He devoted himself to alchemy,
canon law, medicine,

and was keeping, throughout Europe,
a prodigious correspondence

with a number of priests, prelates,
scholars, and even sovereign.

"To purify urine child
in order to mix it with wax,

"take it and put it in a jar
and leave it to rest three days

"or four, then boil it well."

The hour before dawn
was an awkward moment.

The cardinal was sized by
a kind of meditation,

and the fear of death became
shortly theological debate.

Mgr. Duèze didn't like the death.

He could imagine heaven but empty,

because the souls of the dead
could not enter until doomsday.

And this vision
thrilled him with fear.

Monseigneur, a rider from Paris.

- From whom he comes?
- From the count of Bouville.

He came very quickly,
'cause he seems very tired;

when I went to open, he was rather sleeping,
his forehead pressed against the door.

Bring him here.

Monseigneur...

- Your name is Guccio Baglioni?
- Yes, Monseigneur.

You're Tolomei's nephew,

captain general of the Lombards
in Paris. Very good, very good.

Mr. of Bouville recommends you to me,
to take you under my guard,

and to save you from
your enemies pursuit.

How many days took you to cross the
120 miles that separate us from Paris?

4 days and nights, Monseigneur.

So you were part of the escort
that Mr. of Bouville commanded

when he was leading
queen Clémence in France.

I remember now. Guccio Baglioni?
Guccio Baglioni.

Take a seat.

Tell me your story.

Here, Monseigneur.

I married a noble girl.

Marie de Cressay.

We married in secret,
because her family was against it.

Because you're a Lombard,
of course.

They're still a little left behind,
the French.

So you want
to get the annulation?

- If the marriage was secret...
- Not at all, Monseigneur!

We love each other. Her family
found out she was pregnant,

and her brothers pursued me
to kill me.

I wanted to fight,

but my uncle addressed
to Mr. Bouville...

...who wisely advised you
to cut and run.

He did well.

Ah, go to bed. In this
monastery nobody can touch you.

Go son, go.

The thing is, Monseigneur...
I still have a message to deliver.

- To whom?
- To the count of Poitiers.

- Message related to the conclave?
- Not at all, Monseigneur.

It's about the death of the king.

King Louis is dead?

This is what can change things.

How is he dead?

That's what Mr. of Bouville
is notifying the count of Poitiers.

A crime?

A crime?

According to Mr. of Bouville,
the king would have been poisoned.

A regent...
a regent was it appointed?

I don't know, Monseigneur. When I left,
the talk was of the Count of Valois.

Very good, son.
Go and get some rest.

- Monseineur, the Count of Poitiers?
- Give me the message;

to avoid any criticism,
I will hand it myself.

Go to sleep

A mourning?

I see I've done well coming to alert
you in the middle of the night.

The king, your brother,
is dead for five days.

I'm grateful for your rush,
Monseigneur.

- But how did you find out before me?
- By Messire Bouville,

whose messenger ran hastily
to give you this message secretly.

God save the king, my brother,
from the torments of hell...

Let us pray.

Unfortunate queen Clémence...

I met her when I was
in the court of Naples.

A princess so fine,
so perfect...

Yes, what a pity for my sister.

For France it's a big pity too.

Six-month reign needed Louis
my brother for the kingdom to perish.

What will you do, Monseigneur?
What do you think?

You'll be back in Paris?

I'll wait to be better informed.

I'm staying ready,
at the kingdom's disposal.

Have a seat, Monseigneur.

So, where we stand?

Do you thing that your colleagues that
I have difficultly gathered in Lyon

are finally willing to keep conclave?

No more and no less than now
two years. Exactly the same situation

like the one we exposed
some time ago to Mr. of Bouville,

on a field blown by the mistral,
at Avignon's edges.

Good. The majority required for
the election of a pope is 16 votes.

There are three factions:

the Italiens, the Gascons
and the Provençals.

The Gascons?

They believe they are the guardians
of the deceased pontiff thinking,

and, pretending to be supportive,
they compete each other deafly.

- Italians?
- Eight, divided into three factions.

They agree but on one point,
return the papacy to Rome.

And here, their determination is strong.

- Caetani.
- Oh, Caetani...

I have up his sleeve the attempt
to spell on me and my brother.

The scent of fagget might give him,
at the right time, some flexibility.

But the Provençals?

Oh, we are the most humble,
the smallest and weakest,

but we are the plus
indispensable to any majority.

And because Provençal and Italians
refuse each other a pope,

- then, Monseigneur...
- Then you need to take him to you.

I have no other ambition than
to put a bit of order

in the affairs of the Christendom,
which are rather... a mess.

And, if God wants,

- to gather the flock.
- Costly sheep.

You know, Monseigneur, that I came
from Paris with 16 thousand pounds,

and that I had another week
to send out on so much?

Do you think that, for satisfaction of
not having a Gascon pope, the Italians

would accept that the Holy See
stays in Avignon?

And that the Provençals, as reaction,
may give up their candidate, and...

- rally to your faction?
- It would be a wise solution...

I'm keeping your precious advice.

You would be, Monseigneur,
a perfect regent.

But you, Monseigneur,
wouldn't you be a great pope?

I would ask you to keep secret the
severe news that you have brought,

until it is publicly confirmed.

I will, Monseigneur,
to be at your service.

Adam, no rider came from Paris?

No, Monseigneur.

Then ask to close
all the gates of Lyon.

Gentlemen, the gates
were closed by my order.

You are the only ones in Lyon to hear
the sad news coming from Paris.

Between last night and this afternoon was
detained, on the other side of the Saone,

three horsemen

coming, the first two from my uncles
of Valois and of Evreux,

and the third from
the Duke of Burgundy.

Count of Valois claims
he was appointed regent.

Here is his message.

"I'm sure you'll help me
for the weal of the kingdom,

"and you will soon give me
your acceptance,

"as a good and beloved
nephew you are to me."

- Mr. Constable?
- Oh, what a regent would France have!

Where Charles put his hand,
only disorder will follow.

Remember how he was the last
to support the campaign in Flanders,

which ended, to our shame and loss,
drowned in the mud!

The duke of Burgundy
asked himself the regency,

on behalf of his niece,
little Jeanne of Navarre.

The late king, your brother,
didn't he pretend she was a bastard?

Finally, my uncle of Evreux
warns me

that the pairs that were not summoned
according the customs and traditions,

and that my Uncle Charles's rush
to seize power

is not based on any text,
and any statutory meeting.

I'm staying in Lyon.

The most important thing for
the kingdom is to have a pope.

And we will be even stronger
when we'll have obtained it.

You, Gaucher, I want you to go
immediately to Paris to represent me

and to stand, until I'll be there,
against Mgr de Valois's initiatives.

As against those that
our relative of Burgundy could try.

You will ensure the loyalty of the
mercenary troops in the capital,

and especially
the crossbow fighters troops.

And these letters,
how have you decided to reply to?

What letters?

For now, I got no other letter
that the one Mr. of Bouville sent us.

Of the others we will not know
until the city gates

will be reopened,
and the constable left.

Mr. Varay, and you, Mr. Consul,...

you'll know the sad reason which
led us to close the city gates.

Mr. Mille, please read.

"To all magistrates, seneschals
and City Councils.

"Please note the great
pain that we have for death

"Our most beloved brother,
our king Louis the 10th,

"that God just ravished
from his subjects' love.

"We decided to dry our tears.

"Let's pray to Christ for his soul,

"and show concern to the government
of the kingdoms of France and Navarre,

"for their rights should not perish,
and the subjects of the two kingdoms

"live happily under the shield
of justice and peace.

"Regent of the two kingdoms,
by the grace of God,

"Philippe."

Please shout this message in all
the town, then open the gates.

Mr. Varay,

You are a force in
the merchandise of clothing.

I would be grateful if you'll get me
20 black cloaks, put in the anteroom,

so that could cover themselves
those will come to show their pain.

In the absence of a major heir,

it seemed perfectly normal that the
older of the two brothers of the king

should ensure the regency.

In the city behind closed doors,

the consuls of Lyon having no other
news than those wanted to be given,

didn't suspect that
such a serious decision

had not been taken in Paris,
by the House of Peers.

On 27 June, Philippe was leaving Lyon.

Before leaving,
he has ordered to be taken

solemn services
in every parish of the city,

for the rest of the soul
of his brother.

The cardinals, reunited in the
Jacobean church,

saw in it only an ordinary tribute brought
to the memory of the deceased king.

Woe to us!

Woe to us!

The church is surrounded by soldiers!

The regent screwed us!

That's why we blessed
with such a powerful music!

- We have to excommunicate him!
- It's about time!

We will all be massacred!

Gentlemen...

Gentlemen, quiet!

I'm here by the order
of the regent of France,

to draw your attention

to be deign to dedicate
henceforth only

to the election of a pope!

And to let you know

that you will not come out
before this pope is elected!

That's treason!
Count of Poitiers swore us

that even
we will not go into seclusion.

And it's at this price that
we accepted to join him in Lyon.

The count of Poitiers was then engaging
the word of the king of France.

But the King of France is no more,

and today I bring you
the word of the regent.

Messire, a pope cannot be elected
in such conditions!

You violate the Constitution
of Gregory the 10th,

which requires that the conclave meet
in the city where the pope is dead!

Where you were, Mgr. Orsini,
two years ago!

And you had fun,
without electing a pope!

Which also
contravened the Constitution.

But if you want by chance to be
led back to Carpentras,

we will take under appropriate escort,
in closed wagons.

We won't debate under threat!

What threat?

Where do you see it, Monseigneur?

You're not safe?

Protected by 700 soldiers
gathered outside to defend you.

They were delivered us by
the city authorities

to ensure your
serenity and isolation.

As is stated in the Constitution.

The regent also notifies you
that if the third day

you’ve reached no agreement,
you will not receive food

more than once per day,

and from the ninth day,
only bread and water!

Finally, if the fast will not be
enough to enlighten you,

the roof of the church
will be destroyed,

and so you will get easier
Light of Heaven.

Sir, we're here, certo, "protected",
and for that we are grateful.

Therefore, we have debated.
But not electing a pope.

We will excommunicate, you
and your perjury!

If you hold the meeting of
excommunication, Mgr. Caetani,

the regent will deliver
to the conclave

the names of certain
magicians and sorcerers,

maybe you know them too, Monseigneur,

whose rank would bring them
on top the list!

Send therefore all those not useful,

cause we don't have many supplies
to be able to feed so many.

Each of you will keep for himself
but a chaplain and an aspirant.

We are prisoners!

A fresh wall closes the gate!

All outputs are built!

We will use cunning
if we cannot make use of force.

Let's pretend that we obey.

- Monseigneur, I must leave.
- No, stay.

You're the aspirant I choose.
I'm sure you'll be helpful.

Mom wanted that she travels
her face and belly hidden.

- Says she has no daughter.
- Understand that your grandson has...

Don't talk me no more of him!
I'll deny him, I'll disinherit him!

If he wouldn't run in Italy, I think
I would have killed him with my hands!

If only I knew where he is hiding!

The honor of blood

and the laws of Chivalry together
demand that the child to come...

Leave everything to me, my friends!

Isn't up to uncles to repair
their nephew’s foolish mistakes?

I obtained, thanks to friends in high
places, that your sister is received

- to the girls monastery of Saint-Marcel.
- It's a good thing!

Moreover, the abbess is, I think,
a distant relative of us.

Then all to the good. I will lead
your sister to Mr. of Bouville,

from whom I obtained this favor;

she will be entrusted
in person to the abbess,

and you can go back
with joy in your soul.

I'll keep you informed
with how she is.

Should God give you repentance!

And reward you for what
you have done for us!

May God protect you, Marie!

God keep you!

He's in Lyon.

For now he cannot move from there.

But... he's thinking of you.

And continues to be faithful to you.

Was he imprisoned?

You might say that.

He's closed with some men
of so importance

that we have nothing to fear
for his life.

Everything leads me to believe that
he will leave that church

much more important than entered.

Church? Why a Church?

I cannot say more.

Ah, now I understand
why he got this obsession.

I didn't agree with him 'till now,

but when I saw you,
I changed my mind.

So I'll take you to the monastery,
but not for life.

There is no question
you become a religious.

Only a few months among the nuns...

I promise you,
when you will give birth,

I'll arrange things in such a way
that you'll be happy,

with my nephew.

Ah, my friend!

Curator of pregnancy.

I don't wish my worst enemy
a job like this.

- It's her?
- Yes, sir.

We will watch carefully over you.

But Madame Clémence,
is she recovering at all?

She cries less.

It's true that she cried so much...

And, in her condition... pain, heat,
when you're pregnant...

My responsibility is huge.

Taste all the wine, meat, sweets,
even water.

The fate of the kingdom
is on my tongue.

Just think, my friend,
that since the death of the king,

we have no less
three regents to power:

here at Vincennes is Mgr. of Valois,

in Paris there's the duke of Burgundy,

who, from his arrival,
ensures with his men

the guard of little Jeanne of Navarre,

and here it is Mgr. of Poitiers
to march to Paris!

And Mgr. of Valois
went to meet him!

All this will end badly,
you'll see.

Come, my child.

Have no fear. Mrs. of Bouville, who is
a voluntary and very active woman,

had everything arranged
to your satisfaction.

So you're the one
whose sin we must host.

Bless the chance
you're offered, my girl.

You are expected
to the Clarisses monastery.

You will be offered hosting
and your shame will be hidden.

I have not sinned at all, Madame,
for I was married in front of God.

Do not start, do not make me regret
I was so good with you.

Better thank to those who
strive to help you,

than do the haughty.

To Fontainebleau!

And tomorrow, to Paris!

We're at less than
10 miles of power.

You have been very kind, uncle, and
you also, my brother and my cousin,

that you have done all the way up
Fontainebleau to greet me.

For that I thank you very much.

Philippe, here's our uncle, the
older representative of the Crown.

We have come to ask you
to get along with him

and to recognize
his government of the kingdom

as long as the queen's child
is not yet born.

Come on, brother, you look too rushed
and too ceremonious

for a family reunion.

I see you for the first time
since the death of our brother

and cannot wait to find out
what happened.

Our cousin Saint-Pol is with us

to tell you that the barons council
thinks the same.

Thanks for your opinion

and for riding this long
to share it to me.

But I think you are tired, as
myself after my long journey.

Mourning a brother
is a painful trial.

And then, the good decisions
are taken in the morning.

Right, uncle?
Your mind is clearer.

I propose, therefore,
that now we should go to bed.

We decide all this tomorrow
morning, in a little council.

Have good night, gentlemen.

Raoul, Adam, accompany me, please.

Adam, send a bachelor
to Mr. Gaucher of Châtillon

to wait for me in Paris, early in
the morning, at the gate of Hell.

Order also to prepare

20 horses ready to go
by midnight.

They should be saddled in silence
as soon my uncle will go to bed. Go.

The room where king Philippe
gasped out his life.

No one has entered here since then.

Raoul,

you've worked every day for
my father, and you knew him closer.

In a similar situation,
what would he do?

Think about it. Your answer
matters to me.

He would have done the same, I don't
say it to flatter you; I mean it.

I loved too much king Philip the Fair

and I suffered too much
since he's gone,

to blindly serve today a prince
which would not be like him completely.

Raoul, I am small besides him.

He could pursue his falcon in the air
without losing it from sight,

and I have a poor view.

He easily bend
a horseshoe between his fingers,

I have no power in handling weapons.

And his face...
everyone knew he was king!

Am I entitled to act as I do?

No one has seen this happen
before, Monseigneur.

In the current weakness
of the kingdom,

power will belong to the one who
will have the authority to take it.

If you succeed, France will not suffer.

You have nothing left to do
than to succeed, Monseigneur.

Father, resurrect in me,

to help me restart things
from where they were,

at your death!

Adam!

As soon as my uncle wakes up,
surround him by many people.

Especially strive to slow him down.

On the way, also make him lose time.

We must not let a country as good

in such bad hands.

Come on! Astride!

Gentlemen from inside,

here are the carpenters
and locksmiths

which will force the gates!

Also see the crossbows
of Mr. Gallard's men,

which surround the palace
from all sides!

No one can escape!

I invite you, one last time,
to open us the gates!

- Who dares?
- Dares? But, cousin, it's his palace!

He summons the rulers of the city,
he commands, he leads!

Gaucher of Châtillon
opens him the gates.

Your brother, Mr. of Evreux,
accompanies him.

He owns Paris.

He told us last night
that we'll decide the next day.

Well he did.

He decided.

The treacherous he became!

He's preparing to be king.

But our troops have the palace!

Your troops? What a joke!

With the company of
carpenters and locksmiths

Gaucher de Châtillon threatened
to shatter the gates.

The crossbow men of Mr. Gallard are
there, giving weight to his words.

The garrison had
to surrender immediately.

If not, they would be killed.

And they would also cut nobles' throat.
With good reason.

Without specifying which that was.

But who could change Philippe so much?

Power.

He was the other side of the gates.

By noon, your nephew Philippe

entered as a winner
in the royal apartments.

He banished the traders
of the commercial gallery.

He closed the gates of the palace.

It seems he did the same at Lyon.

He played us well!

It's our turn now.

Your advice, cousin.

To go as soon as possible
to Paris, cousin.

And once we arrive,
to bring our tribute to Philippe.

As I'll do it myself.

My noble seigneurs,
and all your lordship,

here is the regent of France.

I suggest, for the sake of the kingdom,
and avoid adverse disturbances,

to recognize, through our
acceptance, his governance.

Let him fulfill his royal duties
on behalf of his nephew to be born,

if God wants queen
Clémence give birth to a son.

I also propose to summon,
as soon as possible,

a meeting of the
greatest men in the kingdom,

to approve our decision,
and to swear allegiance to the regent.

I plight your faith, nephew.

Forgive me, brother,
I passed over your age.

Will you do me the honor, my Uncle,
to take part in my board?

You'll also give me the Treasury keys,
where I know there's only dust left,

but it happens that I guarantee
from now on all that still is.

But, nephew, I cannot. First I must
put my accounts in order.

Useless! I do not doubt
it's correctness, uncle.

Do not let me offend you
asking for their checking.

Give us the keys then,
and we'll be even with the accounts.

So be it, nephew, the keys
will be hand to you soon.

King! He thinks he's the king,
nothing less!

- My lady!
- My beloved Lord!

In the evening of this day,
I wanted to hold you.

I want, my dear, that midwives
to take an oath,

as for the child of a king.

And once you get into pain, I want
the palace gates to be closed.

No one should get out,
than the person

you'll charge to bring me the news.

I will order my chamberlain
you may search for me at any time,

even if I am in council.

Should Lord give thee a son.

So, my son,

most likely you came
to take your wife to the palace.

No, mother.

- How so?
- The palace is likely

in the days ahead to be the host
of violent world and turmoil.

I want to keep Jeanne aloof of it.

And then it wouldn't be very suitable
to install her in the Royal Palace

before queen Clémence
returns to Vincennes.

But Philippe, tomorrow Jeanne
may not be able to move.

Don't you want your child should
to see the light of day in the palace?

- On the contrary, I would like to avoid it.
- This I don't understand, son.

I would be grateful you accept it
even without understanding.

Even the next day, Philippe
began to prepare the reunion

supposed to recognize him as regent,

and, at the same time,
and he was counting on it,

will open, one day,
his way to the throne.

What has Providence
to do with this, Messire,

if from Hugues to here
the kings of the Capet Dynasty

all had a male heir?

But nothing, nothing in our customs
doesn't forbid to girls to reign.

Insanity! It's crazy to let
girls to climb to the throne.

Do you imagine demoiselles or ladies
leading troops?

Unclean each month,
pregnant every year!

I understand that what is the will
of God, often asserted,

can become the law of men.
But such a law we don't have.

Hey! France is a kingdom too noble
to wear skirts.

And to be given
into the hands of women!

Lilies can be spun out!

The situation is, alas, very clear:

if queen Clémence give birth to a son,

he is proclaimed king.

And if it's a girl, in the absence of
a male heir, Jeanne of Navarre,

Marguerite's daughter,
becomes queen of France.

She's a bastard. Moreover, she's minor.

That cannot be.

France would not be of France,
but of Burgundy.

- Or whose ever want it.
- Messire Gaucher,

we need to do a regulation.

There also were kings
before the dynasty of Capet.

I'm looking since a few days old
charters for Frank customs.

Those days, only sons
could inherit lands.

- All the Franks?
- Only the Salic, Monseigneur.

And our Frank kings
were a Salic breed?

Well, gentlemen, thank you
for your precious advice:

Salic tradition
is the right one for France.

You write in this respect
the succession rules.

We must hope that the queen
Clémence's child will be male.

But a child is a feeble creature.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Thus, if the queen Clémence
gives birth to a girl,

Philippe would keep anyway the regency
until the majority of his niece,

little Jeanne of Navarre.

If from here on, the Peers reunion
convoked to judge this

would refuse to put her on the throne,

the crown would belong to the closest
male heir of the deceased king,

his brother Philip.

- Male?
- Male, Monseigneur. And well equipped.

My orders were followed exactly?
No one went outside except you?

- No one.
- So be it all day.

So here he is,
my little Louis-Philippe,

that I wanted so much, and arrives
on time, and is so properly called.

Thank you very much, my dear,
thank you very much!

You've done a great joy to me!

And that clears forever in my mind
the misunderstandings of the past.

God blessed us, Philippe.

He blessed our last fall meeting.

Honey, no one should
still know that I have a son.

Otherwise, there will be some to say that
we purposely discussed the succession rules

to ensure his throne after me,
if queen Clémence

will not give birth to a child.

I know some,
first my cousin Charles,

who would revolt, seeing his
hopes so quickly wasted.

If we want to give this child
the chance to become king, mother,

don't tell anybody any word
about this birth.

Shut up! That's all he has found!

And this time his father says
that a woman should not reign!

Because, for 300 years since
they sit on their thrones,

they had for the first time in their
family a king unable to make a male!

And who, silly enough
to declare themselves horned,

they now give a bastard
as future queen of France!

Don't they see that this regulation,
which removes women from the throne,

will be useful to all
claims and machinations?

And Robert, my odious nephew,

will not fail to take advantage
in his own interest.

Perhaps Mgr. Philippe thinks that
this way you'll better keep the county

with your son-in-law as regent,

and may be king,

than with a legal argument.

Here's sons-in-laws ingratitude:

poison a king to let him his
place, and he does all he wants,

without taking into account
what he owes you.

Because Mgr. Philippe knows not at all
how our king Louis ended.

And he should never know.

Béatrice, he scares me. Sometimes
he's got strange impulses of justice.

Senior barons having joined together,
the tournament was about to begin.

Philippe was expecting
that the fiercest opponent

should be Count Eudes de Bourgogne,
Marguerite's brother,

who would interpose her niece,
little Jeanne.

It would be enough to the Bourguignon
to get up

and speak on behalf of his mother,
daughter of Saint-Louis,

to give all a turn.

Philippe was prepared to parry.

He assured the presence
of Robert of Clermont,

the other survivor of the
11 children of the canonized king.

But Robert de Clermont
lost his minds,

when, at the age of 24 years,
was foully hit in the head

by a violent blow of mace.

He was accompanied by his son,
Louis de Borbon.

This one was lame.

Of these princes, one mentally ill,
the other cripple,

was going to descend
the long line of Bourbons.

Philippe was ready to face
Eudes of Burgundy's attack.

The assault came from elsewhere.

You surely took some trouble!

What is it good for giving
a new regulation of the regency,

since there is one already?

Which one?

Well the one
that our last king dictated.

Louis never expressed any desire
in this regard.

When I say last king, I'm not talking
about your brother Louis,

whom may Heaven preserve,

but your father, the beloved
King Philip the Fair!

What a wonderful chance
we have here, gentlemen!

You should know that Philip the Fair

decided, written
and sworn by his pairs,

what should be done if he died before
his son would have the age to reign.

Well, he wanted that the regency
be given to his brother,

Mgr. Charles, Count of Valois.

What the hell! It's very simple.
Let's give it to him.

In my turn, cousin, I must tell you,
haven't you mistook the king?

It's not the king Philippe who recently
died, but my brother Louis.

Or am not I to Louis exactly what
Uncle of Valois was to my father,

the oldest of his siblings?

Do not worry, Robert,

it's king Philip's will
that I just respected.

Right, uncle?

Let's not question
what is already decided.

But the daughters of a king?

King Philip never claimed
that they surrender their right.

How about it, Eudes, my cousin?

It's I who should say that, not you.

My mother, daughter
our King Saint-Louis,

that he blessed before
going to die in a foreign land,

if my mother would be here today,

she would strongly require
the crown for Jeanne,

daughter of our king Louis,
who has just left us.

- I ask it on behalf of Burgundy!
- For the daughter of our King Louis,

you said! Daughter of our King Louis!

Are you so sure, Mr. Duke?

Come, France is a country
too beautiful and too big

so that we can put in the lead
a princess

that is not known if she's the daughter
of a squire or of a king!

How dare in front of everyone to
hold in derision a person who's no more?

Hey, old fellow! As to the mockery,
your sister Marguerite,

God forgive her sins,
needed no help from us.

We must admit, cousin,
the scandal was huge.

Enough! Enough!

I challenge you, gentlemen!
I challenge you, all!

Later, father, later.
We'll go to the tournament.

God forgive Marguerite's sins,
you said, my cousin.

Do you want by chance her assassins
to be forgiven too?

Lies! These are all lies

what you just heard, Messire!

There can be no dead king or queen

without, at once, one talks
about poison and hexes!

Your sister, in the prison, died
but of shame and remorse.

And nothing else.

I heard today enough offences
to the Burgundy.

I refuse to accept you
as a regent, Philip,

I affirm and maintain before all
the rights of my niece Jeanne.

Gentlemen, that's exactly
what our lawyers strived to avoid.

And how a hazardous
and troublesome quarrel

tomorrow may be redundant,

if queen Clémence will bring
a male to the kingdom.

According to your rules, from now on
the tradition in France will be

to contest the daughters right
to the succession.

As for me,
it suits me perfectly:

it's men's law, somehow.

Well, cousin, in the name
of this high principle

I ask back the County of Artois

which was unfairly given
to my aunt Mahaut.

And as long as justice
will not be done in this regard,

I will never come
to your council again!

At lance, cousin, at lance!

Cut the cords! Cry battle!

Son of a bitch!
Should devil take your guts out!

Stay still with us.

The tournament trumpets
haven't called at all.

Yes? I thought I heard them.

Well then make it sound!
It's getting late.

Could we, cousin, hurry
the ceremony?

My father must go to a tournament.

- The homage, dad.
- Ah, yes, of course. The homage.

Gentlemen, here's my father,
the eldest of Saint-Louis' blood,

who, in all respects,
approves the rules,

recognizes Philippe as regent
and I swears him allegiance.

Yes, gentlemen.
Yes, I recognize you, Philip,

because you are most entitled,
and because you are the wisest.

Should my father's holy soul
from heaven watch over you,

to help you keep peace in the kingdom

and defend our holy faith.

Thus, Philippe saw himself confirmed
as regent of the whole kingdom,

except for one province: Burgundy,

and one man, Robert of Artois.

But the kingdom, to be truly
a kingdom, needed a pope.

In Lyon, the Cardinals were still
closed, for more than a month.

A bread for three!

You're hungry...

I told the officer.
Do you know what he said?

"Do as Jesus did: multiply the loaves!"

If you wouldn't canonized Célestin...

And you, if you wouldn't
disowned Célestin...

Have you changed your mind,
Monseigneur?

His Holiness,
whether we will elect him one day,

will have to be resident in Rome?

- Yes. Rome.
- For a French pope it is important.

From Mgr. Duèze.
He eats very little.

And you thought you were
so pale this morning...

Thank you.

If our Lord
was born in a stable,

it is not not mandatory
that a pope be elected in a dump!

O, Dio mio, che calore!

- So?
- They are complaining of heat and hunger.

- But the Italians?
- There are no Italian anymore,

neither Basques nor Provençals!
There are only bellies!

Mgr. Orsini complains that an evil spirit
is present in the church.

It wouldn't be the first time
that Satan dwells among us.

Some are on their way out,
Monseigneur.

And talking loudly,
without realizing it.

The damage embraces us all.

Look at me: am I fine?
Do I drag my feet enough?

Have I fasted enough?
Do I look pretty bad to my face?

- Not yet, Monseigneur.
- Guccio,

- Have they long to realize it?
- We can help them a little.

Then, my friend, prepare
to put your tongue to work.

And I'll go to bed.

And I will not rise up again.

He's not eating anymore.

Even worse: he no longer reads.

This morning,
he wanted to go to the office.

He couldn't keep on his feet.

What do I do, gentlemen?
What do I do?

Mio fratello... Mio fratello!

We will call the count of Forez

and we will ask him your permission
to get out and take care of yourself,

- as required by your state
- Leave me alone, brothers.

Death is here, it came to get me.
Let me get ready for it.

I want to pray.

My last wish is
that God inspires you

the election of the most...

Pater noster qui es in...

Mgr. Duèze will die.

Indeed, they say he's dying.

More than dying. Morybund.

A dead man is good. Behold
what could make us agree.

- And if it dies?
- It would be less bad than staying

another six months confined.

Six months from now onwards,
others too risk to give croak,

at our age.

Mgr. of Poitiers, regent of France,
charged me

to tell you that,
if between now and August 9

the conclave, gathered and isolated,

according to
Gregory the 10th's constitution,

will not elected a pope,

it will be proceeded
to the destruction of the roof.

Mgr. of Poitiers suggests that,
if the conclave

fails to give us a pope by election,

the tiara will be given
the most advanced in age.

Monseigneur, you have heard.

Apparently, folks.

So it seems.

In effect, I will not be able
to do it.

Since this morning he's suffering
terrible pains.

From now we need to speed things up.
We have to vote.

On the 7th of August, 1316,
the cardinals decided to vote.

- Pope unanimously!
- Your Holiness!

If you want it, brethren,
if it is the divine will...

- What name will you bear?
- John the 22nd.

My blessing. I will
give you my blessing.

- Do not make any reckless.
- No, I will go alone.

God strengthen my steps.

He's a saint!

Simple spirits saw in this
a kind of miracle.

Others understood
they have been fooled.

But, of all the cardinals present,
none imagined

that the revived sovereign pontiff
will make their life hard for 18 years,

in favor of a greater good,
the one of Christianity.

Yes, I am satisfied, uncle.

Everything went very well at Lyon.

It was a very beautiful coronation
for a good pope.

But you, uncle? Do you have any reason
to complain about me?

I, my nephew? Well... no.

Then, if you have
no reason to complaint,

why do you give me trouble?

I assured you, when you gave me
the keys to the Treasury,

that registries will not be required,
and I kept my word.

You swore homage and faith,
but I see no faith, uncle,

'cause you stand for
Robert of Artois.

But no grudge against Robert.

Grains of Artois
I have always heated the head,

and I will take care to cool it.

I started to cut the incomes
which gives him the Thesaurus:

no gold, no war.
And now he'll ask of you.

And you have no longer
the kingdom's finances.

Come on, don't bloat, don't blush.

You'll say words
that you'll regret.

I want you well.

Let's talk frankly,
between good comrades.

Give me the assurance
that you'll no longer help Robert.

And I, for my part,
will ask the Holy Father

that the annates of Valois and Maine to
be paid directly to you, not the Treasury.

- How much is this income?
- We must include benefits

who have been charged
the last years of my father

and throughout the reign of Louis, this
means between 10 and 12 thousand pounds.

You are a good nephew, Philip.

I'll give Robert the order
to come to terms with you,

and I will threaten him that, if he'll
not agree, I'll provide him no support.

The annates... You see, my uncle,
that we have a good pope.

Ah, my son in law!

I'm betrayed
once you are no longer present!

It was enough for them
that you go to Lyon!

You know what your jerk
of Mr. Gaucher did in Artois?

Gaucher is constable, mother,

and not long from now
you didn't find him jerk at all.

He blamed me!
He condemned me in all!

Your messengers, by their
own will, declared

that I will not enter Artois! Do you
hear me? I am forbiden in my on county!

- Gaucher should have told you why.
- Why!

They want nothing less than
that I accept that miserable peace

which I refused to Louis
last December; and, in addition,

they want me to restitute I don't know
what tax they say I wrongly collected.

My Messengers followed, it seems,
precisely my orders.

- What?!
- I had asked them to be fair.

Fair? Let them plunder my castles,

to hang my people,
to destroy my crops!

Your orders, you say,
your orders!

Nice reward for all I did for you!

Aside from being given me
your daughter, mother,

I don't see what you have done so much
for me that I compromise for your service

all the peace of the kingdom,
and deprive my subjects.

Your subjects!

And the fact that I sent your brother
beyond the veil is not worth anything?

So it was you...

I did not want to believe it!

And who you wanted to be,
my son-in-law?

Who do you think that would
have done the favor to be regent

and may, perhaps, one day
take the crown too? Come on!

Don't pretend to be so naive!

- Jeanne knows?
- No.

- Who knows, except you?
- Beatrice, my best maid.

- It's already too much.
- Do not touch her!

- She has a strong family!
- It surely did make you loved in Artois!

Where did you get...
the ingredients from?

A certain woman of Fériennes,

- in Artois.
- In Artois!

Where Robert is from!

If I will be accused,
everything will blame on you!

For it's to that magician
that you owe what you are today,

many will even think
that I acted at your service!

I reprove crime!

Never need to kill to reach
to your goals, it's a bad policy!

I command you, as long as I will be
your suzerain, never do such a thing!

If I knew that this is the price of
regency, I would've never accepted it.

God will judge you, Mom.

God will judge.

Your plot was well arranged.

Mr. Gaucher will receive after tomorrow
other instructions.

I don't hide you
they were hard to take.

You know that from now on my dishes
will be tasted three times before,

and that at the first stomach ache
barely irritating me,

hours that you have left to live
will be counted with small numbers.

I will serve you so well, my son,
you'll end up loving me.

Our cousin, Robert, mocked
for too long time our power.

We therefore raise flags
against him at Saint-Denis.

I will lead the army myself.

Until now he did nothing else than
support countess Mahaut' enemies.

Now, refusing to comply
the judgment made by my father,

he finds himself in state of revolt
against the kingdom.

We are finally here...

See, Lormet, here starts Artois.

My county,
here it is, finally, my county!

My land of Artois, where
14 years I have never put my foot on!

This is what I'm fighting for!

It's mine, it's my property!

Ah, they're leaving me all,
one after another!

My uncle of Valois,
who gives me wise advice

instead of opening his purse!

Tolomei, who pretends to be deaf!
And the pope, who's interfering!

He owes that much to Philippe,
that he even writes to my barons

to remind them of their duty
to the regent.

And what are you going to do?

War, my Lormet.

War.

For when he refuses,

we'll find him at Peyrisac and Rapines,

beautiful mansions of
my aunt Mahaut bitch!

Ah! Philippe raises army.

I'll gather my mine at Hesdin.

At her place.

Hello, gentlemen ancestors!

So, cuties,

you've recaptured my castle of Hesdin.

But it seems to me
you have it a little robbed.

- Is not it?
- Well, Monseigneur...

You did well!

Everything belonging to Mahaut
the bitch, Mahaut the sow, it's yours!

I share everything with you!

It seems to me that you were
too respectful.

I see here a head I don't like.

Lormet!

A mace!

Should the same happen
to the living one!

After that all the allies of Artois
will piss on it. With long jets.

Father,

if the Artois passed in the hands
of this cadaver of Mahaut,

it's because you had the silliness
to have died before my grandfather!

Otherwise I wouldn't have waited
for this day for 14 years!

Down with my ancestors!

- We'll take it from the beginning!
- Monseigneur...

Monseigneur!

Here we are,
now we can talk in peace.

Ah, my demons!

We must agree that after
the first week of struggling,

our money is about to finish.

You're poor as a flock of crows.

The likes of Hirson have heard your cries.

But nothing comes from Paris.

Except that Philip bastard
with his banners.

We can only die beautifully,

up in arms.

Maybe we could find a way
to get out of trouble.

I know it would be regardless
for the regent

if he knew how died
his brother, Louis the 10th.

Damn it, Gérard,
do you think what I think?

Do you have the proof that my aunt
has tucked her tail here also?

Proof... it's a little hasty to say;
but I got suspicions.

Which can be strengthened by evidence.

I know in Arras a woman named
Isabelle of Fériennes,

who sells witchcraft things.

She supplies a certain
demoiselle of Hirson, Béatrice.

I need this
demoiselle of Fériennes!

- I want it soon!
- We've handled it.

About time, Monseigneur.

Two spies of Mgr. Philip's
were sent after her.

They would seize it.

And then?

- And what did you do with the poisoner?
- I loose tongue.

She dictated a beautiful
and complete confession.

Afterwards, I closed her
in Caumont's castle.

But this changes everything!

This woman of Fériennes
was heaven sent!

She is very good at
eliminating the others!

But the hostage, Monseigneur,
we will be able to sound it well!

No.

- Gérard!
- Yes, Monseigneur.

Send a horseman
to tell my cousin Philip

that I'll obey his will.

I'll let myself to his mercy.
even at the county's boundaries.

On the road where my county begins.

I'll throw down my arms
in my fields of wheat.

- But, Monseigneur...
- I'll give all back:

castles, fortresses, possessions,

finally, all things
they have taken or occupied.

- But, hell, why?
- Why?

Well, because my good cousin Philippe
will lead me with great pomp in Paris,

full of favors and flattery,

with hugs, and high and beautiful
knight gestures!

And in Paris he will gather
the Council of Peers

to judge my impertinence
and my rebellion!

And there, in front of every
prince of the kingdom,

I will accuse him finally
he poisoned his brother

using that old sow of Mahaut,

and will proclaim with much noise that
I hold the one who made the poison!

My bears! See now my maneuver?

Send rider right away!

You, Caumont, keep me
this little lady of Fériennes

with your life!

Let's drink!

- So here...
- Right here, Messire.

He assured me he will be here
at three o'clock.

- Will he come?
- He will come, Monseigneur.

I gave him the letter of Mgr. de Valois

which advises him
to surrender without a fight,

under the penalty, if caught armed,
of cutting his head.

And that seemed
to have affected him a lot.

If at 3 o'clock he doesn't show,
we'll be on the move.

There he is, no companions,
no squire, even without any valet.

Alone.

It's still a way of defying you.

Well, let him defy me!

Pitty. I thought him fiercer
in his despair.

Cousin,

noble army, indeed,

but what a chaos!

So many brave knights to make
but one prisoner!

Capturing 20 flags wouldn't be
for me as pleasant

as your company today!

But tell me, cousin,
do not find it hard to surrender?

The number is on my side, of course,
but I know you have no fear.

I am sensitive, cousin.

I thought that,
if we would face in the war,

too many poor people would have died.

They are always the ones who suffer.

And yet you killed hundreds lately.

Who told me of people
hanged to the branches,

of men buried alive?

of girls raped, of great robberies?

Vouchsafe, Gaucher, to present
to the count of Artois

- the peace I impose to him.
- Useless, Gaucher!

I agree with everything.

Usually, Monseigneur,
when a high baron

is questioning the royal authority,

the Court of Peers is summoned.

I deserve it.

You will see how I'll repent.

I will say... everything.

Off we go!

What are you looking for?

Nothing, cousin.

I'm looking at this field,
not to forget it.

I am pleased
that I submitted your justice.

It will all end.

- Robert...
- Yes?

As you didn't believe you had
to listen to Mr. Gaucher,

who wanted to read it to you, I insist
to read you the first of my desires.

It's true that you've concocted
this nickname "closed doors"?

It's true, cousin, it's true.

Because you use the gates
to govern.

Gates closed?

Well, cousin, you're going to live
at the Châtelet prison,

until the last castle of Artois
will be delivered to me,

and you'll be held there in secret.

Could you think, Mother, that the queen
will spend more than 30 hours in pain?

Almost lost the baby.
And lose herself too.

Mrs. Clémence's pain
for her husband

caused all this trouble.

It's rather a miracle
that the child was born alive.

- Fortunately for the kingdom.
- Wait, Mother!

The fate gets its foot in it!
Everything goes awry.

Here, the nurse they choose,
after staying there a week,

saw all of a sudden
her milk drying out!

How could she do that,
in such a moment!

And the queen, of course,
is not able to breastfeed.

With the fever she has.

Oh, Mother, I'm the only one
to provide anything.

Only four days since you delivered,

and here you are, fresh
as a wild rose!

Compliments, beautiful one! You seem
ready to take it from the beginning.

Breastfeeding?

Of course. And your child
visibly takes advantage.

She could very well breastfeed two.

You will follow, my girl,

- and come to breastfeed the king.
- I cannot, lady!

And why is that?
because of your sin?

That does not prevent you
to have much milk!

But that's not the problem.
We need a nurse.

- No, Madame. I won't go.
- Look how ungrateful you are!

- How obedient you are!
- I keep my milk for my son!

We'll see, bad girl! And if I must,
I'll get an order from the regent!

A christening...

On top of it,
I have to witness the ceremony!

Frail as he was, you would believe that
Clémence will give birth before time.

I've seen stronger women
who aborted on the way,

no! she carried all her nine months.

She could give us a stillbirth,
but no, the cub is living.

It could be a girl. Not at all!
It had to be a boy.

- Oh, Beatrice!
- Yes?

Do you think it was worthy
that we assume dangers so great

that some are still close,

to be in such a manner
in the lap of the gods?

I kept, my lady,
some of that powder

which was so helpful this
spring at the king's candy.

You did well. We have so many enemies!

You'll carry the baby, Madame,
since you're his godmother.

You'll never have, perhaps,
so soon the opportunity.

It's just a powder, you know?
And is hardly visible on finger.

It's a soul without sin,
that you'll send back to heaven.

Who knows how
my son in law will see this!

Too many people accuse me
at low voice.

Maybe it's enough for a king
for this year.

Let's tolerate a little
the one who was just born.

My God! He dies!

Look! He's choking!

Saved! The king is saved!
There were just seizures.

Do you think he'll suffer
other attacks too?

We can expect. And the midwife
says that you never know

When the crisis comes,
and how it ends.

You were about to be king, son.

Indeed, after what we have seen,
nobody would wonder

whether the child will die these days.

If he was to die,
you'll still need to wait

as little Jeanne de Navarre
would come of age.

Not at all, mother, not at all.

Louis's succession is closed.
One might open the little Jean's.

If he was to die, between my brother
and I would be a king,

and I would be
my nephew's heir.

A new crisis could kill him.

Let's leave that in God's will.

You know, mother, that the woman
of Fériennes disappeared from Arras?

And so those whom I had sent
there to kidnap her

and to make her not be able
to talk too much?

It seems she's kept in secret
in some castle of Artois,

and they say that your barons Mr.
brag about it.

U was well advised to close
your nephew Robert at Châtelet.

Otherwise, where would you be today?

In God's will? or in mine?

He is cautious, but would like
very much to reign.

And he understood me very well.

How long it takes to your powder

to take effect
on a five days child?

For the deer in your forests,
the result was shown in one night.

King Louis
lasted about three days.

With a nursling,
it would go much faster.

Mind you don't wipe your nose,
if you want to stay alive.

Make fire like to battle!

Make the heat spread
on the corridors!

She'll kill him. She'll kill him!

How could you stop it?

Tradition wants that godmother
present the child to the barons.

We cannot go to the regent to tell him
"We do not want your mother-in-law,

“countess Mahaut, to carry the king,
for fear that she will kill him."

I'll post soldiers! I'll make them
look from behind all tapestries!

If she decides to kill him,
she will, even under your eyes!

And you'll have no choice
but to shut up!

So what shall we do?

There would be a way.
It's up to you.

She doesn't love me.

Present my baby?

Instead of the little king?

We fear for him because of the cold,
of the crowd, of agitation.

It might provoke seizures...

See what would be the effect if
he starts to twist the other day...

Soon the world would believe
that he could not live,

as his enemies spread rumors.

Isn't it true that my son,
King's milk brother, is heavier?

You told me so not long ago.

But isn’t it a sin to do that?

I have nothing to do with it,
it's my husband's idea.

Quite the contrary!

It's... it's an honor
to protect your king.

Take it, Philip, your arms
are longer than mine;

present yourself
the king to the barons.

- He writhes!
- Look! He writhes!

Her son's death hit Marie like a thunder.

Her baby that they killed
was the fruit of love.

She paid the price by two months
of insults and four months of monastery.

Immersed in a desperate apathy,

Marie could not find any sense
to the words expected from her.

She accepted to swear
all that the Bouvilles wanted.

Even against the father
of her dead child,

even in the secret of confession,

she undertook to keep
absolute silence

about the drama that just finished.

She will keep her word till her death.

She will go even further:

she will sacrifice her love,
as others sacrificed his son.

A few days later,
the child was buried in Saint-Denis,

near the kings of France,
under the name of Jean the First.

Waking up from her long
unconsciousness,

the queen Clémence was thinking
but her own son.

He's dead, isn't he?

I knew it...

I felt it with all my fever...

And it can happen this way...

I was pious, I was good...

At least I think I was...

And God strove to crush me...

more than any other
of his creatures...

People in my country
believe in fate...

I bring misfortune...

I need to prevent myself
doing anything more...

and no longer trust anyone...

not even God...

As she continues
this painful convalescence,

the queen Clémence, to the
amazement of his entourage,

was going to show tastes
of old and cranky woman.

She will never know

that the child whose death ravaged
both her heart and her senses

was alive.

Banker, I need money.

Take a good and close look, banker:

I just got out of prison.

My gentle, mealy, evil cousin Philippe

finally remembered
that I was rotting in prison

where he put me,

and he frees me, the good boy!

- You are welcome, Monseigneur.
- Yeah...

Beautiful freedom, I say!

"You are free, Monseigneur!
Completely free!

" But... you cannot move away
more than 20 leagues from Paris."

In other words: "Robert, you're not
wanted in prison during the coronation,

"but most of all you're not wanted
at the coronation."

Such a good day have they chosen
to release me!

The whole court is gone.
And here I am in a dead city,

in need of love, as one who
never "worked" for seven weeks!

In need of love, in need of money...

To cure a great ill,
please, banker of my soul!

And your nephew, that cute?

His Holiness took him in his
suite after the conclave.

I hope to keep him long,
too much pain awaits him here.

Do not tell me
that his beautiful left him!

If so, give me quick
her address, and I run!

All women are whores, so
let's have fun with some true.

You see that I need money.

A trifle, a boon, a charity!
100 pounds.

- The thing is, Monseigneur...
- Listen to me, banker.

I found a woman in Artois

who bought poison
to my aunt Mahaut

to kill the king Louis.
Philippe closed me in the fortress.

That prevented me to do
the trick that I have prepared.

But now I'm free.

Which is the punishment for regicide?

Hanging? Decapitation?
Dismemberment?

Good show, really!

Mahaut the sow, Mahaut
the debauchery, naked,

and drawn by four horses, and his
impious offal wallow in the dust!

Everything in front of her chancellor
d'Hirson, even before being castrated.

And our king, my cousin Philippe,
her badger of son-in-law,

will keep them company.

Too bad we cannot submit
torture twice.

Because they killed
two, the scumbags! Two!

200 pounds.

50 pounds, Monseigneur.

- Tolomei!
- Yes?

It's proof of what I'll do.
And it is alive, my proof.

And she has
beautiful thighs, the bitch!

It will be enough to crush her thighs
in some wooden straps,

to make her sing.

She's called Béatrice of Hirson.
She's the one

who provided the poison
to my aunt Mahaut.

100 pounds, Monseigneur.

Monseigneur!

Yes?

There's a man outside spying on us.

Kill him!

150 pounds.

To the brothel! I'll have a nicer
coronation than my cousin in Reims!

Well, nephew, here we are at Reims,

for your coronation.

It will be a hard part, uncle.

Your brother-in-law from England
will not be present.

For a long time, Uncle,
the kings over the Channel

don't attend to our coronations.

As up to the duke of Burgundy,
not to mention.

We were sure he would not come.

Instead, her mother,
your aunt Agnes,

just made her entrance into the city,

and I don't think she's here
to bring you her support.

I know, uncle, I know.

And even relatives
that tomorrow should be

at your side in the cathedral,

I don't see at present any.

You forget the countess of Artois
and yourself.

Countess of Artois!

A woman to support the crown?

While yourself, Philippe,

you've earned your right
only by the exclusion of women.

To support the crown
doesn't mean to surround it.

Nephew, I...

Well...

Seeing that the other pairs
are absent,

I think I'll have to retire myself.

What will not say if I'm only seen
next to you?

You know the wickedness of men.

They will say simply
that you've bought me.

You, your uncle?
Who would think that?

And that right now, when I was going
to appoint my Minister of Finance.

For what?

To order him to modify
the list of donations

which I was going to seal tomorrow
for the happy event of the coronation,

and on which you were first...
for 100,000 pounds.

I may have to give up,
the treasure is poor.

But what's with them all?

These barons, in reality,
exceed their rights.

When King is calling you to hold
the crown, what the hell! You come!

Am I not here?

I'll be next to you, Philippe.

This donation, which marks your esteem,

- when do you want to sign it?
- Even now, if you want.

But... at the date of tomorrow.

Good governance, Philippe.

It's time to be crowned.

If we had to discuss it another
time, my dear uncle of Valois

would have forced me
to sell my kingdom.

100,000 pounds...

- 100,000?
- Relax,

we will give him in lower rates.

We will help him to be faithful,
and it will not be easy.

Your brother is here.

Let him enter.

What would this one ask again?

Brother, I must bring you into notice
important things.

Really important or
important to you?

Philippe, did I ask you, yes or no,
and several times,

to give me the status of pair, and to
increase my apanage and my income?

I agree you have not ceased to do it.

Well, you do not need
the Pair of Poitiers anymore!

Why not give it to me?

Understand that my part
is insufficient.

Insufficient?

You are born son of the king.
You're king brother.

Do you really think your part is
insufficient for a man with your mind

- and your merits?
- What's wrong with my merits?

I have to tell you straight, Charles.

You're a fool.

Once you were told "gosling".
As you were, so you're stuck.

And at the councils, remember?

Father shrugged when you said
one of your foolishness.

And at Maubuisson, when you
were bleating "Blanche, Blanche!"

and crying your shame
before the whole court!

Philip, have you the right
to tell me that?

- You, whose wife...
- Not a word about Jeanne,

not a word about the queen!

Adam!

The barons who went to ask
the Holy Vial

from the Abbey of Saint-Rémy
have they returned?

Yes, sire.

They're already at the cathedral
with the abbey clerics.

All right. Then close the city gates.

Close them as in Lyon.

I declare, brother, that if you want to
see me by your side at your coronation,

I want to be seated
on a pair chair!

Otherwise, I'll leave.

Then leave, my brother.

There's one person I need today:
the archbishop of Reims.

And you're not archbishop.
So leave.

Leave town, travel.

It will do to you much better.

But why? Why Uncle Valois
always get what he wants,

- and I never?
- Because I buy him.

And you don't buy
but what matters, Charles.

Live genuinely,
if you want to get bought.

My dear sir...

my beloved,
you make me so happy...

Make yourself beautiful for tomorrow.

Look good in these expensive clothes,
for the people gives them from his work.

They are meant
both for him and for you.

And take good care of them. For
after coronation, we must restraint.

- Philip...
- Yes.

Aren't you doing anything on this day
for Blanche?

I did, my dear. As required
by our happiness and glory.

Your sister will be
treated again as a princess.

Just she'll never get out
of the walls she's been between.

- You're good, Philip.
- No. I am king.

My dear Jeanne, answer me:

did you cheated me? Reply without fear,
for even though you betrayed me once,

I forgave you.

Never, Philippe, I swear.
Never.

I was tempted to do it,
I confess.

But I never gave up. I swear!

Thank you, my dear, thank you.

Nothing is missing, with all,
to my kingship.

This 25 years old king,

which has imposed himself
by a tenacious will,

who accepted the benefits of crime

and possessed all the characters
of a great monarch,

nothing, indeed, seemed to miss.

The time of punishment
was about to begin.

Translated and adapted by:
selaflaure (selaflaure@gmail.com)