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Burn it down.

I presume you are not so stupid

as to leave any survivors
that might identify you.

You have a choice to make...
war with the Protestants

or war with the Catholics.

Unless there were another way.

Put word out that
we are entering

into negotiations with England,

but do not agree to any terms
without my prior approval.

- Are you mad?
- You forced my hand.

In fact, the house of Guise

will fund the construction
of a grand palace

along the banks of the Seine.

Perhaps a trip
across the channel

would be a welcome break.

England.

I shall leave Henri
here with you.

What?

My cousin wrote
to me saying that

she would help me
in my time of need.

I'm sure you've been fooled
by forgery, Your Majesty.

What?

There's always a price.

If the price is my children,

then you already
know that is a price

I am not willing to pay.

You've already buried four.

Hello, cousin.

I must travel to Italy,
and I need someone

to keep an eye on them.

Charles is your king first
and your brother second,

and I speak especially
to you, Anjou.

Mother, you overestimate me.

I'm all bark.

Enough!

Then bark less.

Do you think Mother will
ever really let me rule?

You can't wait for anybody

to give you permission, Charles.

The king attending
a Protestant service

was a provocation unto itself.

Equal to mass murder?

We demand satisfaction.

There's a rumor going around

there may have been
some survivors.

When Edith rose from the dead,

everything I had
tried to subvert

threatened to come to pass.

Come on!

Ironic, isn't it,

that a miracle would prove

the greatest obstacle to peace?

You said the doors were locked.

They were.

So what are you
saying, Francois?

That this was a fucking miracle?

What difference does it make?

I think you'll find it makes
a big difference, Mother.

As far as they're concerned,

she led her entire congregation
out of a burning building

without a mark on her.

People are now traveling
from all over the country

to take a look at their
new Protestant saint.

Protestants don't have saints.

They do now.

And it's in her name
that people have been

attacking Catholic churches
all over the country.

I thought you'd be pleased.

The country is on the
brink of civil war

just as you planned.

I did not plan on a
group of witnesses

who could identify you

as the one who set
the church alight.

Catherine has no interest

in trying me for the crime.

But Montmorency does.

From what I hear, that gypsy
preacher is all he cares for.

He will come for you
while Catherine is away

unless you get to
the king first.

No.

No, the king will
not be persuaded

to oppose Montmorency,

especially with his mother away.

Then I suggest you
find someone who will.

Tell me again why your mother
had to go all the way to Italy

to build your brother a
palace in the middle of Paris.

I told you, to find the
best artists in Europe.

And borrow a bit of
cash, from what I hear.

Isn't it enough he's king?

Why does he need a palace
that will most likely

bankrupt the country?

It's all stagecraft, Lemur.

It's orchestrated by

the master of ceremonies herself

to solidify the
people's support.

My mother knows how much
the people love a project.

Just think of how many
worked themselves to death

building the great
pyramids of ancient Egypt.

Of course, how could
you ever understand?

Your mother hates you.

Still, you must be seething.

He gets a palace on the Seine,

and you get to go
hunting with us.

Indeed.

In fact, the only reason
I hang around with you lot

is anyone worthwhile has
something better to do.

There goes the royal faggot!

Who said that?

Well?

Sister Edith says
you're not our prince!

Who the fuck is Sister Edith?

Who spoke?

Come on, show yourself,
you little coward.

I think it would be safer

to return to the
palace, Your Majesty.

And yet far from
court, I had no idea

how bad things had
already become.

Can you really look at this view

and tell me you haven't
missed the city of your birth

just a little?

Mm...

for me, Florence will always be

the city where everything
was taken from me.

What is there to miss?

The truth is, the faster
we conclude our business

and return to
France, the better.

What happened to you?

Someone threw mud at me.

It's not fucking funny.

Well, it is a bit funny.

Someone in the woods
has made a speech,

and now the peasants
think it's all right

to throw mud on the
princes of France.

Apparently.

What are you gonna do about it?

What do you want
me to do about it?

Make an example of them.

And how do you propose
I find the people

who insulted your honor?

Well, you don't have to find

the actual little
shits who did it.

You just take 12 at random,

and you slit their throats
in the town square.

They'll get the message.

A bit old-fashioned,
don't you think?

If you want them to
respect you, Anjou,

the easiest thing is probably

to start behaving
respectfully, don't you think?

Respect?

Who the fuck is
talking about respect?

I don't want their respect.

And I'm sorry to burst
your little bubble,

but there's nothing remotely
respectable about any of us.

I mean, none of you
have an actual job

or any particular skill.

We grew up in the most
dysfunctional family possible.

And if you think it doesn't show

on each and every one of
you, you're delusional.

Someone's feeling a
bit introspective.

Oh, fuck off, Hercule.

Oh, don't take it out on him.

Can you not see?

They are never
going to respect us.

Never.

So all we have is to make sure

they're fucking terrified of us.

Spoken like a true
Renaissance man.

Come on.

Hercule, join us.

You fucking coward.

Fine.

Well, I'll do it myself

if you don't have the stomach.

I said no.

Can you not see how drastically

the situation has changed?

They're attacking
Catholic churches

all over this country,
and your response is what?

Just to sit tight?

I am your king, and
I will not be lured

into an overreaction
that will only promote

further insurrection.

Is that understood?

Oh, you really want
that palace, don't you?

And you really want a
spot on my government,

but you don't have
the temperament.

You will not exact any
revenge for your humiliation.

Is that clear?

Fine.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Protocol dictate you not
turn your back on your king

before you're dismissed.

Is he serious?

May I take my
leave, Your Majesty?

You may.

We should write Mother and
tell her what happened.

We needn't bother
Mother with Anjou.

I can handle him myself.

It has always mystified me

why man had to invent
a god to fight over

when he can create
such beauty himself.

My thoughts exactly,

although I've never heard
it put so succinctly.

It's not a popular point
of view around here.

According to the Pope,

there are no heretics in Italy.

Just you.

I trust my secret
is safe with you.

They're ready for us now.

Your Majesty, it is
our understanding

you have come to
the House of Strozzi

to secure a loan for the
construction of a palace,

as it is your wish to
bring Italy's finest

artists and artisans to France

to burnish the glory
of the Valois court.

That is the proposal, is it not?

It is.

Along with the monies already
pledged by French landowners,

your loan would help make
the palace I intend to build

the envy of Europe.

Once the palace is completed
and French coffers are filled,

your loan will be
repaid with interest.

May I inquire how the
Valois intends to refill

said coffers?

Not that we don't trust you.

We are in the final stages
of a trade negotiation

with England, one that will be
beneficial for both parties.

I see.

Then the terms have been agreed?

Oh, just a few minor
details still to iron out...

a formality.

Let me explain how this works.

Selling something that
you don't actually own

is only called lying
outside of a bank.

Trust me.

I come from a family of bankers.

We see no reason why
the House of Strozzi

should not support the
endeavors of France,

especially when France
is ruled by our cousin.

Thank you.

It would, however,
increase our comfort

if we could recommend someone
to manage your project,

someone with expertise,
with contacts among artists

and artisans you intend to hire,

and with a keen
head for business.

A unique skill set, I
think you will find.

Catherine de Medici,
Queen Mother of France,

may we present the
Duke of Florence,

Alessandro de Medici?

Medici?

Your Majesty.

It is always preferable
to keep business

within the family.

Indeed.

If we are kin, how exactly?

Ah, well, my father
was kind enough

to give his mistress his name.

But not his title.

Well...

that was more
difficult to come by.

I don't doubt it.

Who was your father?

Duke Lorenzo de Medici,

something I believe
we have in common,

which makes me
your half-brother.

You are no longer alone in
the world, Your Majesty.

The unexpected developments

in my personal life

did not prevent
our enemies abroad

from seeking to take advantage
of the trouble at court.

My darling cousin. Oh, oh.

How are you?

Yes, yes.

Yes, uh, fine, thank you,

um, considering.

It is a little bit
drafty in here, isn't it?

You'll catch your death.

Stoke the fire at once.

Goodness, I had no idea

you were being kept in
such horrid conditions.

Well, I have been
here for five years.

- For five?
- Yes.

And before that, a
rather gruesome tower

in Scotland for six.

Oh, boo.

I will see what I can do.

It's not me, though,
you understand.

I have these counselors...

men, of course, old men...

who think they know
better than I do,

better how to steer the
great ship of state,

men who think me a
trifling, weak breeder

who couldn't possibly undertake
such an endeavor on her own.

The truth is, they're
frightened of us...

as well they should
be, don't you think?

Well, on... on
the contrary, I...

I pose no threat to anyone.

Oh, no, no, of course not...

apart from all those Protestants

you had killed in France.

Youthful enthusiasm might
have gotten the better of me,

I admit.

Well, that's all behind
us now, thankfully.

Yes. Yes.

I do have a favor
to ask of you...

or rather, some advice.

Oh, if I could be
of any help to you,

it would be my greatest,
greatest happiness.

That Medici woman in France,

my understanding is
she's the one in charge.

Although I am
somewhat out of date,

I can tell you
with all certainty

she would have it no other way.

And would you say that she
is a committed Catholic?

No, Catherine is
committed to no religion.

In fact, it is my belief
my former mother-in-law

believes in nothing but herself.

So you would say she lacks
the appetite for a holy war.

Well, unless she saw it
to her own advantage.

And in the battle of
Armageddon where nobody wins,

you would say the answer is no?

I suppose so.

Excellent.

Anyway, I know it's a
bore, but I must leave you.

What? No, no, no. No, no, no.

Please, please, wait.

What about me?

I will insist on an improvement
in your living conditions

the moment it is
politically viable.

You have my word.

Until soon, my darling cousin.

Well?

It seems the
Florentine shopkeeper

is someone we can
do business with.

If you don't mind a bit

of market stall
haggling, that is.

Oh, don't be such a
snob, Throckmorton.

It's far easier to
deal with people

who have something to lose.

All we need do is fan the
flames of religious unrest

in France, and the
Queen Mother will

give England every
advantage in the trade deal

she would much prefer to war.

And your cousin Mary?

Any improvements
on her condition?

She's made her bed.

When the time is right, I'll
cut her fucking head off.

We bid you welcome, Madame.

My God, look at you.

If only your father
could see you,

he would be so proud.

I hope so.

Are we to stand on ceremony?

Come and kiss me.

I hope you don't mind your
mother asking me to come.

How could I?

We're family.

Almost.

Sweet Margot, your
beauty only grows

more with each passing year.

Hercule, my Greek god.

Do you even remember me?

You were so young when I left.

Of course.

And who is this
sophisticated woman?

Why, Diane, it's me, Elisabeth.

Yes, I know.

You are unmistakable.

And where's your brother Anjou?

Anjou is doing what
he does best...

sulking.

Mm.

My dearest Jeanne,
fellow pilgrim,

I am so sorry to
keep you waiting.

Oh, please, don't
apologize, Francis.

I know you serve the Lord.

Mm, tirelessly, I
like to think...

but any excuse to see

an enlightened follower
of the new religion

with your charms
must be cherished.

Oh, stop.

I do hope I'm not interrupting.

Forgive me, Your Majesty.

May I present Jeanne
d'Albret, Queen of Navarre.

Pleasure.

Where is Navarre, anyway?

Oh, don't bother telling me.

I'm hopeless with geography.

Your Majesty,

I am deeply honored
for this audience

with another Protestant queen,
though I would much rather

have come to your court
to discuss matters

of spiritual governance
of which Lord Throckmorton

has proved such a worthy guide.

Mm, we're all terribly
fond of Throckmorton.

It's the puckish charm, I think.

I imagine, though,
you're here to discuss

your husband's proposal
of trade between

our proud nations who've
been enemies too long.

If it pleases you.

Oh, it does, as it
does all true believers

on these English Isles.

We have a unique
opportunity before us.

Now, what is this rumor of a
Protestant saint in France?

Sister Edith is her
name, is it not,

the pastor who led her
flock through the flames?

Yes, I am eager to make her
acquaintance upon my return.

I am sure.

And is it true that
one of her followers

raised a hand to a member
of the royal household?

I confess I have not
heard this until now.

Apparently, some
peasants threw mud

at one of the princes.

We don't know which one.

Well, if this is true,

it means the people are
uncommonly emboldened

by... by a burning
belief in the new faith.

Yes.

I don't know how you
expect me to concentrate

on business when you are
so perfectly dazzling

in that dress, Jeanne.

May I call you Jeanne?

The beadwork itself, you
make Protestant black

look positively chic.

Has anyone ever told you that?

No, as a matter of fact,

though I do try to
make some effort.

Well, if this is some
effort, the rest of us

will soon be put to
shame, eh, Throckmorton?

Oh, yes, Your Majesty.

I have an idea.

Let us put work aside
and go to London

together and visit the shops.

The shops?

Oh, it is one of my
greatest pleasures.

Arriving unannounced, incognito,

really sets the cat
among the pigeons.

Unless, of course, you oppose
for the sake of austerity.

Oh, well, no.

I-I mean, yes, one
must maintain austerity

at all costs, of course.

Of course.

To austerity.

Well, that's settled, then.

Send my reply to your husband,
and we shall make a day of it.

Throckmorton will stay behind

and mind things
while we're gone.

I want you all to myself.

You really enjoy
all this, don't you?

It's no secret that I take
pleasure in the rituals.

As do I. As do I.

If you say so.

You know, we should let our
shared love of Catholicism

be our special bond.

These are difficult
times being a Catholic,

but of course, I don't
have to tell you that

after you were assaulted
the way you were.

So you've heard about those
little bastards, have you?

Do you know what your
grandfather would have done?

He would have burnt the whole
village down to the ground

for their trespass.

Might be the reason we have
the problems that we do today.

No, Anjou, the
people attacked you

because they're being led
astray from the very thing

that holds us all together...

the Catholic faith.

Okay, how do I explain this?

This situation is
far, far more serious

than you can imagine.

I'm worried for you.

I think I'll be all right.

It's you that I worry about.

I mean, I can still come
here, whatever happens to you.

Yes, yes, you can,

and perhaps your brother
will appoint himself

head of the church like
they did in England.

But that's not gonna help
you very much, is it?

Do you know what
the people call you?

Hmm?

Do you?

Well, I'll tell you.

They say you're an
aberration of nature.

And now we have this heretic
in the woods preaching

the end of the Valois line.

You see, Anjou, I
think our interests

are very much aligned.

After all, it's
the Catholic church

that guarantees
your exceptionalism.

You and your siblings are only
God's chosen because I say so.

If it wasn't for me,
the French people

would have drowned
you in the Loire River

along with the other deviants
while that devil's preacher

watches from the banks
and laughs at you.

So here's what I suggest.

Next time you're in here

telling your rosary

and getting off on the
handsome stained glass men

and real-life altar
boys you like so much,

I'd say a little prayer
thanking God for me.

Because if your brother
is forced to decide

between your moral bankruptcy

and the support of his people

without the church to intervene,

what do you think
he's going to choose?

Hmm?

Anjou?

I have been looking for you.

The prodigal daughter returns.

Have you uh, come for
confession, Madame?

Even a fallen woman has a
home in the house of God

if she's ready to
repent her sins.

Oh, I am sure you
already have your hands

full of fallen women.

Isn't it your specialty?

Anjou, do you have a moment?

What was Cardinal de
Guise saying to you?

Nothing.

Just a bit of idle chitchat.

I am sure I don't
have to tell you

he doesn't have your
best interests at heart.

And you do?

I heard what happened to you,

and I am here to tell
you to forget about it.

It's not likely.

You must accept what
is different about you,

or else your enemies
will exploit your shame.

Shall I tell you a story
about a child I once knew?

The child was told
to wear trousers

when his sisters wore
beautiful dresses.

The child asked, "Why must
I wear plain trousers?

"Why can't I wear a beautiful
dress like my sisters?

"What if all the boys
wore beautiful dresses,

and the girls wore
plain trousers?"

Did you let me wear dresses?

Yes, JouJou...

because it didn't matter

what you did in the
privacy of the nursery,

as it does not matter
what you do in the privacy

of your bedchamber.

But...

what you do as a
public figure matters.

You are a prince,
son of Henry II,

grandson of Francis
I, steady leaders.

You must honor them with
patience and fortitude,

and above all,

by listening to your mother,

as your father had
the good sense to do,

same as your grandfather.

Or do you think you know
better than they did?

No.

So what will you do?

Be my usual, sunny self.

Good boy.

And for this, we thank of you,

for yours is the power,

and yours is the glory.

In your name.

Amen.

Hello.

Look at this.

Perfection, isn't it?

Nature makes an infinite amount,

each as flawless as the last,

and then discards them

without hesitation
or sentimentality.

Where are all these
people coming from?

From everywhere.

How are you gonna feed them?

Give them shelter?

I guess God will provide.

Ah, you think?

You can't expect me
to turn them away.

You know why they're here.

They're here because they
think you survived the fire

due to some kind of miracle.

And what do you think?

I think you were lucky.

And believe me, I couldn't
be happier about it.

When I thought you were gone,
the whole world went dark.

But now you must come home.

Send these people back
to where they came from.

You cannot continue
to denounce the king

while your followers
attack Catholics.

I cannot renounce violence

when violence is the
foundation under which we live.

If you don't, the king
will respond with force.

Well, then, I suppose
we'll find out

if God really is with us.

And what will happen
to all these people?

You expect me to believe
you care about these people?

Like the leaves in the trees,
there are an infinite number.

If I convince the king to
prosecute the Duke of Guise

for his crime, will
you send them away?

All I need for you
is to name him.

Do as you see fit, but
remember that each of us,

regardless of our
station, must be redeemed.

The idea of justice
here on Earth

is a joke we play on ourselves.

It's time we see things
for how they really are

rather than how we
wish them to be.

Maximus.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Are you cheating?

Of course not. I
don't know how.

Remind me to teach you.

From your wife.

Ah, ah, ah. Ah.

Ah, dearest Antoine,
blah, blah, blah.

Ah, apparently, she
has done her duty.

The English are
ready to do a deal,

and one of us should
head over tout suite.

Excellent news.

Better than that,

your wife will be
delaying her return.

Ah, perhaps she's gotten lucky

with old Throckmorton.

Is it an open marriage, then?

I think you'll find that

most marriages are
somewhat... ajar.

As soon as Catherine returns,

we will set sail and
begin our negotiation.

Why wait?

Well, we can't
very well set terms

without the approval
of the Queen Mother.

Is she more important
than the king?

Well, the-the chain of command
is a complicated matter,

ever shifting and open
to interpretation.

One needs a lot of experience
to truly grasp its nuances.

You mean the Queen Mother
makes all the decisions,

and everybody else
lines up behind her?

- Pretty much, yeah.
- Yeah. Yeah.

The way I see it,
if we act quickly

and get Frenchmen
trading with Englishmen,

they might stop burning churches

and cutting priests'
throats, not to mention

we could make a few
bob on the side.

How?

Better to ask forgiveness
than permission.

That's what I always say.

Of course, the Guises
will cause a fuss.

If only the Guises could
be properly distracted,

they might not know what's
happening until it's too late.

It's my understanding
that Antoinette Guise

is very fond of you, Father.

Who told you that?

People tend to drop
their guard around you

when they think you're an idiot.

Well, indeed.

Tancrede, send word back
to Jeanne saying that

I'll be over to England as
soon as the wind can carry me,

and get me a meeting
with the king.

- Now.
- Yes, my lord.

Go.

Quick.

- Quickly, Tancrede.
- Hurry up.

Will do. On the way.

Do you think you're
well enough to travel?

If I can get us a horse
to take us back to court,

Doctor Fernel will help you.

God directed us here.

Don't talk like that.

Why won't you open your
heart to the word of God?

Because there is no God,

and you sound like an idiot.

You are in pain.

You must pray for strength.

I will.

I'll be right back.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

What is it, Sister?

My friend needs
medical attention.

I know someone who can help him,

but he won't leave
unless you tell him to.

I have come to the
unfortunate realization

that prayer is the only way

to separate the
spirit from the flesh

and end our suffering
here on Earth.

He's going to die.

Death will one day
come for us all.

Why should Matisse
be an exception?

Your friend is free
to do as he wants,

but I won't tell him to leave.

He's welcome to stay
as long as he likes.

And if you were to try

and take him against his will,

you would be punished.

Still alive, I see.

That's quite an achievement

for someone with your
sense of loyalty.

Nice to see you, too,
and here I was worrying

they might have
drowned you as a witch.

Not yet.

I imagine you're looking
for your friend Aabis.

No one can tell me
what's happened to her.

Well, she's had the misfortune

of getting herself mixed
up in world events,

but I feel that you're
starting to regret

some of your decisions.

That observation does
not make you a magician,

but yes, I often wonder

how I can return to
Catherine's favor.

You can't.

She won't forgive
you for what you did.

It's not in her nature.

Now, if you want to
get back to court,

you've got to find a way of
making yourself indispensable.

Well?

I made some inquiries.

The duke's lineage
has been confirmed.

He is your brother.

Anything else?

A letter from Margot.

I presume you read it.

We should return to court.

Of course.

Madame, Duke de Medici.

The queen was not expecting you.

- No.
- Your Majesty.

I thought an impromptu
call might be

one of the privileges of family.

The fact that we supposedly
share the same blood

does not make us family,

except perhaps on
a technicality.

Of course.

Aside from your
father, no Medici

has ever done anything for me.

I had hoped that you and I
might prove the exception.

So what is it you want?

For you to know how
proud he would be

if he saw you now ruling France.

It is my son who rules France.

All of Europe knows
who really rules, hmm?

How old were you when he died?

Nine.

Old enough to remember.

You know, there's a villa about
a day's journey from here.

Our father used
to take me there.

The last time I
saw him, he told me

I had a baby sister, Catarina.

When I could afford
it, I bought that house

as a monument to those few years

I had with him.

I'd like to show it to you,

unless it's too much too soon.

To live your life as an
orphan, then to discover

there was someone who
shares your blood,

someone who would
be there for you

when you need them as our father

would have wanted it to be.

No, it... it is not too much.

I would be intrigued
to join you.

Your Majesty, what of
the letter from court?

I hope everything is all right.

Oh, my son was the victim
of some unruly children.

Diane can manage Anjou.

I'll be ready to
leave in the morning.

You have made me very happy.

I believe Edith can stop

the Protestant attacks.

Excellent.

But only if we hold
the Duke of Guise

responsible for his crimes.

Well, we can't do that.

She has identified him
as the man who gave

the command to burn
down her church.

Mother said the Catholics will

rise up if we arrest the duke.

Well, the situation has changed

since your mother left.

The people want justice.

We have to act before things get

even further out of control.

You're sure this is
the right course?

You said you trusted me.

Well, trust me when I say
the people have to believe

they can rely on
the rule of law.

The Second Prince of the Blood.

For fuck's sake,
I'm in the bath.

Tell him it's urgent.

He says it's urgent, Sire.

Fine.

Oh, Your Majesty.

Clean body leads
to a clean mind.

That's always been my motto.

Has it? Mm.

Can't this wait?

No, Your Majesty,
I fear it cannot.

We have had news from England.

Queen Elizabeth
is open to a deal

and has requested my
immediate presence.

Now, your mother asked
that we not act in haste,

but I wager the situation may
have changed in her absence.

That's what he says.

The Protestant attacks
must be stopped.

- We could just kill them.
- Then you'll be at war.

It was the attack on
the church that put us

in this situation to begin with.

Yeah, I mean, I-I couldn't
agree more, Your Majesty.

You want me to arrest
the Duke of Guise

and make a deal with England
all without my mother present?

Ooh, arrest the Duke of Guise.

Yes, well, well,
while that would be

a great personal tragedy...

he is my cousin, despite
our differences...

alas, politically speaking, it's
the uh, the best way to reassure

the people of the
king's impartiality

along with a deal
with the English

that will enrich all Frenchmen,
regardless of their religion.

It's my experience that
nothing unites people more

than gold lucre.

Now is the time to
act, Your Majesty.

Your mother has taught you
well, but you are the king.

And you are ready.

Believe me.

Incredibly, I find
myself in agreement

with the Prince of the Blood.

You see? And that- and
that never happens.

No.

You're sure you can
handle the English queen?

I hear she is shrewd.

The Virgin Queen?

How shrewd can she be?

She's never even had a man.

Furthermore, she's never
negotiated with a Bourbon.

Well, that's hardly reassuring.

Fine. Go.

I want constant updates.

Of course.

And you can bring the
duke in for questioning,

but do it quietly.

Yes, Your Majesty.

I'll tell my mother
once it is done.

Now get out, both of you.

Um, can I take some
of these biscuits?

Take the plate. Fuck off.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Have you lost your way?

I was looking for you, actually.

Where's your son?

Oh, he's around here somewhere.

How are you getting
on with him, anyway?

I can't work out if he's
an idiot or a genius.

Mm. There's a fine line. Hmm.

What does he make of you?

Oh, he sees right through me.

At least he talks to you.

My children despise me.

I can only hope in time,

they will realize why
I am the way I am.

When your children
are your only method

of influence on the world,

it's rarely a
comfortable position.

Well, perhaps I could come in

and distract you
from your troubles.

Do you remember how to do it?

Like it was yesterday.

All right, then.

I've never seen you
on this path before.

It's a new habit.

I'm also contemplating
the adoption

of many new habits in my life.

Oh?

Do you believe we pay for
our sins in an afterlife?

I don't believe anyone
pays for anything

here or anywhere else.

That's why nothing
has any meaning.

I disagree.

At least, I want to disagree.

I don't think I could
carry on if that were true.

I think someone as
singular as you,

if you stay true to
yourself, will find a way.

You find me singular?

The Duke of Guise is
wanted for questioning

in relation to a violation
of the policy of tolerance.

What? On whose orders?

The king's.

Well, there must be a mistake.

Don't touch me.

Do you really want
to do this here?

Fine.

Come on, Hercule,
give us a tune.

♪ Alas, my love
You do me wrong ♪

♪ To cast me off
Discourteously ♪

♪ And I have loved
you So long ♪

♪ Delighting in your company ♪

♪ Greensleeves was my delight ♪

♪ Greensleeves was all my joy ♪

♪ Greensleeves With
a heart of gold ♪

♪ And who but my
love Greensleeves ♪

♪ Alas, my love
You do me wrong ♪

♪ To cast me off
Discourteously ♪

♪ And I have loved
you So long ♪

♪ Delighting in your company ♪

♪ Greensleeves ♪

We mean no harm.

Nor do we.

Please, go about your business.

You are most kind.

Would you gentlemen
like to atone your sins

and be born again
in a second baptism?

All are welcome.

You need only humility,
just as Sister Edith says.

Sister Edith?

You follow her?

God has sent her to us.

If you say so.

Don't you bow to your princes?

Oh, forgive me, but
Sister Edith says

my prince is in heaven.

I mean no disrespect.

He means no disrespect.

In that case, it's
perfectly all right.

You gonna let him
get away with that?

We should go.

I know you.

You are Prince Anjou.

I am.

They say you frequent
houses of ill repute

where young men are sold
as slaves to satisfy

perverse instincts
and that you have

been seen in the
halls of the palace

dressed in women's clothing.

Oh, you'll find
no judgment here,

but I'm afraid the judgment of
God in heaven will be severe.

I can help you.

All you have to do is to
get down off your horse

to start the journey
towards salvation.

What are you doing?

You're joking.

Come on. Stop fucking around.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Guys, pack it in.

They mean no harm.

Anjou, are you all right?

What's he doing?

Fucked if I know.

Is he really accepting
the Holy Spirit?

I think it moves through him.

Follow me.

Are you ready to be born again?

I am.

Leave it alone.

If you've had your
second baptism,

then consider this
one your third.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit,

let your sins be washed away.

Now it's a hunt.

Help!

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Cry baby ♪

♪ Cry baby ♪

♪ Honey, welcome back home ♪

♪ I know she told you ♪

♪ Hon, I know she told
you That she loved you ♪

♪ Much more than I did ♪

♪ But I know that
She left you ♪

♪ And you swear that ♪

♪ You just don't know why ♪

♪ But you know,
hon I'll always ♪

♪ I'll always be around ♪

♪ If you ever want me ♪

♪ Come on and cry ♪

♪ Cry baby ♪

♪ Cry baby ♪

♪ Cry ♪

♪ And if you ever feel
A little lonely, dear ♪