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Are you scared?

Of course you are.

Your mother is dying
and the world is on fire.

If history teaches us one thing...

...it is this:

Terrible things happen to kings.

You were anointed by God...

...blessed by the sun.

But you do not yet possess
what really matters...

...the power.

Without it, you will perish...

...and all of France along with you.

For a king without a castle...

...is no king at all.

And now you dream of paradise...

...but you must build it
for yourself.

And let all the world know:

Louis the Great has arrived.

I had a vision,
a dream about a palace.

Bring my architect here
in Versailles.

- Monsieur le Vau?
- Yes.

I want to talk to him
about mirrors.

How is my queen, Bontemps?

Everyone tells me
it's going to be a boy.

Guard, what business here?

- An attempt on the king's life.
- By whom?

The Spanish?
The Dutch?

We do not yet know.

Fabien is moving
to quell the threat.

Bontemps, explain.

Sire, you must be escorted
to the room immediately.

On whose word?

Sire, away from the window!
Sire!

Away!

I do not know these men.

I am going nowhere and my second son
will be born in Versailles here.

While I breathe,
I will not show fear.

I will not leave!

Philippe?
Where is he?

Where is my brother?
Bontemps!

Where is my brother?

Your Majesty, you must come with us.

God, you are good at that.

Monsieur?
Monsieur?

The king summons you!
Monsieur!

We heard you the first time.

- Is the baby born?
- You are to come at once, Monsieur.

I'll send for a snack.

Couldn't eat another thing.

Have they caught the men?

Fabien Marchal is leading
the search.

Tell me what is going on.

Brother...

Another plot uncovered.
This time, they found four men.

In the village, sent to kill you.

We must all leave for Paris at once.
This lodge is not safe.

I decide where I go.

I decide what to do.

Make them go away.

Leave us!

You too, Montcourt.

You had that dream again.

You held her hand when she died.

You could have done the same.

They would not permit me
that honour.

- My own mother...
- Who permits the king but the king?

You will never understand there
is something bigger than you.

The king has not given you leave.

My dear Bontemps,
I know that look well...

...and someone's about to get hurt.

I'd rather it was not me.

They mean to kill me.
Let them come.

Let them try!

The power lies with you.

Believe it.

The deer in those woods follow the
same tracks as their ancestors...

...going back hundreds of years.

It's instinct.
They, they simply follow.

Once in a while, though,
one will turn.

But those who challenge never win,
for one good reason.

If you blindfolded me in that wood,
turned me around a hundred times...

...I would find my way back.

Not a path I do not know,
not a tree I have not climbed.

This is where I hunt,
and this is where we will stay.

We're not going anywhere.

You may leave now.

A fine day for a walk.

Have you lost your way, gentlemen?

Since you are clearly lost,
perhaps...

...you do not know where you are.

My name is Fabien Marchal.

My work protects the king.

Welcome to Versailles.

And now the taxes for Épernon.

The harvest was poor,
Monsieur Colbert.

Secure all the coffers
and load the carriages.

Four men to each.

We'll deal with it later.

What is the meaning of this,
Louvois?

Fabien, did you get them all?
Who are they?

Four Spanish mercenaries
were found plotting an ambush.

They were prevented from doing so.

We really are out in the wilds here.

Defences are porous, nonexistent.

The sooner we've returned to Paris,
the better.

I do not believe the king
nor his valet...

...appreciate the full picture
of this threat.

In any case, it's not up to him.

The ministers and council,
we all must guide the ship.

Do you believe the country's
governed by one man?

Bontemps?
Is the king informed?

What does he say of this?

Where is he?

He said he would be here.

Then we must find him.

Calmly.

Search all the corridors,
the kitchen.

I don't care where you look,
just find the king.

You cannot find my brother?

You cannot find the King of France?

Protocol demands while the king
is lost, you must remain in place.

Oh, he's not lost.
I can promise you that.

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

You could have been killed!

Perhaps.

Perhaps?
You surpass yourself.

You and I have never been more alone
than we are right now.

Brother, we need to go.

We will never get this chance again,
so I want you to listen to me.

The wolves will come back
and there will be more of them.

I am about to drag this country out
of the darkness and into the light.

We must build our own destiny,
right here.

A new France will be born,
and this palace will be her mother.

What palace?

That one.

Our father's hunting lodge?

Versailles.

Get back on the horse.

With great change,
enemies are quick to follow.

I only need to know one thing.

In this moment, no matter what...

...are you with me, Brother?

Do you have my back?

Where am I now?

The king!
The king!

It's the king!

My Queen.
This is Masson, your new doctor.

He will attend to you and deliver
the when it is time.

If I may just say, Majesty...

...I consider this appointment to be
the very apotheosis of honour...

...both to myself and to my family.

I think he waits for you.
When do we go home?

- Home?
- Paris?

The birthing bed is to be prepared.

We're not going anywhere.

Wouldn't you agree, Doctor?

Oh yes, Sire, most certainly.

I'm tired, my king.

You're keeping us all in suspense.

I'm so jealous that you're going
to mass without me.

It is for the welfare of the child,
as well as your own.

Then let us go back to Paris.
Confine me there.

At least make them change
the tapestries.

You promised you would.

I will.

I wish you kept more promises.

The bed is very big without you
in it.

My proud Spanish Queen.

Sire, important matters of state.

When the time comes,
I do not want many people here.

Why on earth not?

I do not feel the same
as I did the last time.

All will be well.

Fear not.

Tea.
Bring it now.

The baby is coming!
The baby is coming!

- The baby is coming!
- Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!

Nabo, you naughty thing!

Bed!

You will have been given a name.

Only Calderon knew.

He said we would receive word.

This?

No, I've never seen that before.

No! No!
No, please!

Only Calderon knew.

No, please!
Please!

Please!

Please!
No! No!

When I return, the name.

You look frozen.

Quite warm, thank you.

Spring has sprung.

Apparently so.

How is your husband?

Please, do not talk about him now.

You made me marry him.

How else was I going to keep you
here?

And about your husband,
I would have you tell me...

...everything he says
and everything he does.

I thought I might have lost you
forever.

I was worried about you.

No, you weren't.

- What are you doing?
- Packing.

You're not seriously considering
staying here another second...

...are you?

They just tried to kill the king!

If they get to him, who's next?

Actually, now, there's an idea.

You would have me die?

You are so slow sometimes.

The prince, little Louis...

...he's always seemed a bit sickly,
don't you think?

Stop it.

My point exactly.

Hardly anyone sees him;...

...he's holed up in Paris and
everybody's constantly terrified...

...he's going to catch a chill.

How many children at court make it
to the age of 5...

...much less their majority?

What chance does this latest one
have of making it...

...out of the royal merkin...

...let alone walk
into his own coronation?

There's a reason why your brother's
always desperate for another boy.

That's why everyone around here...

...appears to be willing another
male child into existence.

But don't you see?

When it all falls down,
it all comes to you.

And what would you do on that day...

...with all that power?

What would you be doing right now?

Would you consign us all to linger
in the swamp?

Heavens, no!

You would make Paris the capital
of the world...

...and we would dine and dance
there every night.

What kind of king goes off hunting
alone and then gets lost?

Your brother's lost all sense
of himself.

He's even lost himself.

What a prize idiot!

What's this, now?

You would try to rule me?

You shouldn't talk about my brother
like that.

Oh, you know me by now, Mignonette.

I talk in whatever way I choose.

Do not judge a man by his words
but by his actions.

And do not worry;...

...I will be a merciful king.

Sire.

It is in my humble opinion
that information is power.

That is one of 948 journals...

...gathered by our services...

...detailing every single member
of your court.

Their height, weight, hair and eye
colour, their daily movements...

...from your valet...

...to your cook's assistant,
Madeleine Dubois.

You, Sire, are the sun.

And around you circulates,
not just our celestial court...

...but those who seek to harm you.

You have ministers who openly defy
you...

...nobles who pay no tax yet believe
that France is theirs, not yours.

Then beyond our borders,
the Dutch...

...Spain, the English
and the Holy Roman Empire.

All who surround you will smile...

...and they will deal.

But they would all see you
destroyed, Sire.

A strong France scares them,
as well it should.

You would wish a weak France?

I wish for the power
to protect His Majesty.

You have sufficient resources.

Give him what he needs.

At your discretion, of course.

Would they risk moving the queen
again at this late stage, I wonder?

Perhaps we'll be lucky
and they'll leave her on the roof.

Athénaïs!

Anyway, a little bird has told me
they've requested a birthing bed...

...so I doubt she's going anywhere,
even if we are.

Everyone's saying a boy.

She is carrying in the front.

I hope it is, for her sake,
not to mention the child's.

Boys have all the fun.

Your husband is staring at you.

I must go down for Communion.

I shouldn't be here.
It's wrong.

Your piety becomes you,
Mademoiselle de la Vallière.

I want you.

I serve Your Majesty as I serve God:

With all my heart.

You are very dear to me.

I hope with all my heart it will be
a healthy child.

No matter what, your child will be
a child of France.

Of that you can be sure.

Oh, chapel, the most pious event
of the week.

Yes, the king and his mistress
gazing down on us all.

Honestly, I just can't stand it!

Do they realize who we're praying
to?

I would wager Fabien Marchal prays
for peace...

...Louvois for war, and Philippe,
well, he prays only to me.

All of them wondering
why La Vallière...

...is up there when
we all know she's finished.

I wonder what the king sees in her.

I suppose he sees poise...

...which is more than I can say
for some.

You're slouching.

I need new shoes, Mother.

No, it's not the shoes.
It's the feet inside them.

Slow down.

Eyes up, chin down.

You're either looking
or you're being looked at.

Walking is a skill,
my dear, like dancing.

Go.

Why does the king ignore her...

...when she's clearly the beauty
of the court?

The king cares not so much
for beauty as character.

It's no surprise
he does not look on her.

Ah! Well, I thank you, Chevalier.

Don't mention it.

Now, that poor wretch
is most interesting.

Young woman, died recently
of a stopping of the stomach...

...or perhaps a raising
of the lights.

Or bloodletting.

The letting of blood through
venesection...

...purges the body of its ills.

It's one of the cornerstones
of medical science.

It seems to me that doctors stand
before corpses...

...pronouncing the reasons of death.

Yet I wonder if they omit the most
obvious cause of all.

And what would that be?

Perhaps their own incompetence?

Father!

Strong as a mule, twice as stubborn!

Father, please listen to me!

Doesn't that also demand a question?

If the Lord himself ministered
to these children...

...would he really
drain them of blood?

Claudine...

...my dear girl, look,
I know that you are clever and kind.

But many people will not see you
like that.

Many people will see
a woman of knowledge...

...who speaks her mind.

And they would use
a very different word.

The word they would use would...

A witch!
Say it!

I will not see you burned!

- So, we are being robbed.
- Sire?

The tax revenues you outlined.

Nantes down 7 %,
Limousin down 14 %...

...Anjou down 21 %
and Épernon down 35 %.

Robbery!

They do this because
they do not fear the consequences.

What is worse, they steal from
the people of France in my name.

A common thief in a brocade
shirt.

Sire, the expenses you requested,
the royal pension.

Sire, the taxation issue
is a tedious mess...

...and I would have your royal
attention...

...fixed on weightier matters.

This is an administrative issue...

...that can be solved once we return
to Paris.

- The archives are there...
- Who's our exciseman of Épernon?

Your Majesty.

Who interrupts our council?

Urgent from your wife,
Monsieur Bontemps...

...My Lady of lie de Saint-Louis.

Read it.

- I will, Sire, once our business...
- Then I shall. Give it to me.

Go back to your family at once.

Take a Swiss with you.
There are bandits on the road.

- Fabien.
- Sire?

Find our exciseman of Épernon.

Educate him.

Let me be clear.

The state of these finances
will not pass these doors.

As far as the world is concerned...

...our cash flow is strong
and the royal purse secure.

Is that understood?

Has he transgressed us before?

For that, Sire, we'd need to consult
the archives in Paris.

A good point, Louvois.
Bring the archives here.

Only four women have their aunts
staying:

Clermont, Montbelliard,
Anjou and Poitiers.

Poitiers keeps saying
she is pregnant, but she is not.

I must run an errand for the king.

Bring me my book of names
from Épernon...

...and every parish that borders it.

It's the red one.

What are you looking for?

Looking for Monsieur Dupont.

Found him.

I will return.

What would you like?

I'd like you to get your hands
off me!

Hey!

But, sir...

- Dupont?
- What?

After what happened to Fouquet...

...I'd have thought you people
would've learned something.

Remind me. As a tax collector,
you can count, can't you?

Even in Épernon?

Well, for future reference,
so can we.

Compliments of the king.

Montcourt, you seem pensive.

The king ordered all the archives
from Paris.

He's not a boy anymore.

When kings becomes men,
they get big ideas.

And this, I fear,
is as big as they come.

As I mentioned to you before...

...the envelope should be completed
around the entirety of the lodge.

Along the full length
of the terrace, inside...

...a great hall of mirrors which
should be reflected in the symmetry.

We will need to buy in most
of Venice for that for the glass.

Now, the gardens on this side
will extend from here to here.

Very good, Sire.
What is this large rectangle here?

A lake.

- You wish to put a lake in this area?
- The area is the lake.

- That is...
- A big lake, yes.

Sire, a lake that size
would dwarf...

...any structure that looks
out upon it.

That depends on the structure,
does it not, Monsieur le Notre?

But even to feed such a lake,
Majesty...

...there are not enough rivers
in Versailles.

Bring the rivers here.

So, you are my gardener.

Your Majesty.

How long have you worked for me?

Six months, Sire.

- And before that?
- War.

What happened to your arm?

I left it on a field in Ma lines.

How forgetful of you.

What qualifies a soldier
for gardening?

I am very skilled at digging, Sire.

- Trenches, yes.
- Graves.

Also, Sire, the planning
for a garden like this...

...is not so different
from the planning for war...

...a war fought for beauty
against chaos.

I want you to dig me a lake.

- How big?
- Half a league.

That would take me some time, Sire.
I might need a hand.

How many men?

An army?

- Good day to you.
- Good day, Sire.

May the Queen enjoy
a healthy childbirth.

May your dreams be full of wonder.

Dreams?

My mother once told me that
before a man becomes a father...

...he will relive his own childhood.

There are members of this court...

...who are willing to sell details
of your life...

...to the highest bidder...

...giving no thought
to the implications for your safety.

The Spaniards in your dungeon
were confident that the money...

...they spent would grant them
access to your court.

One of them gave me the name
of Monsieur Moncourt.

These people you mention would
report our business here to others?

Undoubtedly, Sire.

And regarding Moncourt, Sire,
do you wish me to act?

No.

Sire, they came knowing there would
be a friendly face.

They came confident that they would
meet someone...

There will come a moment tonight...

...when our Monsieur Moncourt
will wish to leave.

Let him do so.

People think us weak.

Let them hear that we are strong.

Say it once, and all shall hear.

The Greeks knew what glory was.

Their buildings were temples
for their gods to live in.

We will build a new temple here.

A royal tabernacle of the sun...

...a dwelling place of the divine
and of the people...

...with a great hall of light
that will follow the sunrise...

...and shine out to all corners
of the globe...

...so they might all see
the glory of France.

A place of true wonder to remind us
all of the great and ancient past...

...under our feet, and from
whose roots we all now grow.

As a land and as a people
who know that true power...

...comes not just from our army...

...but from the inner beauty
of our immortal soul.

As our mother, she will cherish us,
and as her children...

...we will always know her
as our home.

From the farthest reaches
of the Earth...

...men will venture here
simply to look upon her.

- And those that do...
- ...will never leave.

...will never forget.

Fuck me!

Father, please tell me a story
about the king.

Which king would that be?

You know which one.

I will tell you a story of the king
and his palace.

Once upon a time...

...there was a great and glorious
king...

...who lived in a beautiful
palace...

...in the middle of a forest.

His first valet was
an honest man...

...and he served the king with
all his heart.

The position came to him
by his father...

...just as he will, one day...

...pass it on to you.

I will work for the king?
What will I do?

You will be the first man the king
sees in the morning...

...and the last he will see
before bed.

You will anticipate his
every need...

...so he might continue
on his course of greatness.

To see things no other man can see
and move towards them...

...with singular courage
and purpose.

You will meet no other man
so wise...

...so kind...

Nabo.

...so generous.

You always cheer me up.

You will be the luckiest man
in the world, my son.

You will be one of the few...

...to truly know his most secret
mind.

You will live a life you
can only dream of...

...and be part of the most important
family in the history of the world.

Then, one day, you will tell
your own son of your journey...

...and pass these blessings
on to him.

Can I come and help you work?

A midwife would not be amiss.

And then, one day,
I hope to be just like you.

A woman doctor?
There's an idea!

Mother would be proud.

Come and eat!

Father, what good are you
to the queen...

...if you collapse from starvation
in the middle of the birth?

You need your strength.

Respect your body.

I respect the wishes of the king
and he wishes me there.

His power does not lie
with the crown, you know?

It lies with the one who holds royal
life in his hands.

That is you, father.

And the sooner
you realize it, the better.

- If it goes wrong...
- Don't.

...we pack our bags and we leave
immediately.

Stop it, Father.
You're delivering a child!

Not just any child.

Sire, considering
the surroundings...

...the best course of action
is to lay siege to its people.

If we are to emerge victorious
in the Spanish Netherlands...

...we must claim our prize with both
hands, the north and the east.

Two fronts working together.

Here and here.

Two fronts?
We discussed the single column.

Sire, you being so preoccupied
with other affairs of state...

...we thought it best to...

To what?

Leave me, all of you.

- So good of you to come.
- A pleasure.

You spent 50,000 on shoes.

Well, you haven't seen the shoes.

When I asked if you had my back...

...I meant that you would guard it,
not remove it.

You build your palace,
I wear my clothes.

As you always say,
perception is everything.

Well, I tell you this:

If you would only let me go to war,
I would have your back and more.

Besides, my brother,
I would bring you such glory.

What do you know of war?

Exposing your flanks,
very dangerous.

Given the terrain, I'd think
carefully about thinning...

...out along the supply line.

Take it from me.

A well-timed thrust might just split
you in two.

- Look, here.
- Stay your hand.

I just want to show you.

Put the piece back.

It's glaringly obvious.

Give it to me.

Come and get it.

- Put it down.
- Too slow, Mister.

Hand it over.

I have your back, but what do I get?

- Respect?
- No.

- Power?
- No.

You get money to throw away.

- Now give it to me.
- I knew it!

The minute you get the chance,
you belittle me again.

- Brother.
- The magic word, what is it?

Do not forget who addresses you.

Brother?

We will not ask you again.

You never were good at sharing.

There she is!

My beautiful wife.

Do you think your brother will like
these flowers?

Bontemps asked me to apply
myself to the details...

What do you want?

I think I want a son,
just like my brother.

You can say what you like.

Don't!

It's not going to help you.

Sire, the queen is at work.

The moment is upon us, Sire.

So, should events overtake us,
when the child is born...

...you will ask me the sex,
if you recall.

If it is a male child,
I will answer:

"I do not yet know, Sire".

If it is a girl child,
I shall answer:

"I do not know, Sire".

This will give you a moment
to compose yourself accordingly...

Push!

...should you wish it.

Breathe!

Breathe.

Good!

Keep breathing.

Keep breathing.

Yes, yes!

Your plans for war have no merit.

We cannot expose our flank.

There's too many people!
Too many people!

Calm yourself, Majesty!

Breathe, Your Majesty!

Encircle them all, make for the
Rhine, and then north to the sea.

Bring me all of it.

- Sire, we cannot afford it.
- We cannot afford not to.

- He's coming!
- Push now!

Breathe!
Breathe!

Good, Your Majesty!
Good!

- Push, Majesty! Push!
- Keep pushing!

- Push!
- Don't forget to breathe!

- Yes! I see the head!
- Push, now!

- Push harder!
- Almost!

- Yes, Your Majesty!
- Yes, Your Majesty! Good!

Sire, please, everyone must leave
at once!

Everyone must leave at once!

It's the king's words!

Well?
What is the meaning of this?

Doctor, what is the sex?

Come, man, speak!
Where is your tongue?

The problem is not the sex, Sire.

It's her colour.