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Gagliostro, he's a great healer. Well,
the more reason to keep him away.

We don't need another last -minute
recovery.

I wish to be alone with my dear father.

Duke D 'Orleo is dead.

Long live the new Duke D 'Orleo.

What will you do now?

Go to Versailles.

Look, a flight ticket requires it.

The king must acknowledge me as the new
Duke D 'Orleo.

It's my chance to get back into
Versailles.

Why would you want to?

The bloody thing's stuck.

Is that just open water?

No. Well, they wouldn't want me to get
in wet.

M .A.

It's perfect.

It's wrong.

What? You send her on the M, the curve
isn't right.

Start again.

Let's. We don't have time.

We've got rent to pay on this place.

How long has it been since Rowan gave
his donation?

Three weeks.

Exactly. What if he gets impatient,
waiting for a reply and speaks to the

himself? So go to Versailles and keep
him sweet.

Now leave me.

I need to concentrate.

I'll make one mistake.

We're both dead.

What did you find out?

Your right to be alarmed.

You have no assets.

Everything, including your jewellery,
belongs to France.

If you have to fight Provence for the
Regency, neither you nor the Dauphin

be safe here.

So I need my own property.

Yes. You'll need somewhere to establish
a new court.

Oh, God.

It might never happen.

In which case you'll have an asset you
can pass on to whichever child you wish.

You have somewhere in mind?

There are several possibilities, but the
obvious choice is Verkluch.

It's on high ground, well located, and
has exceptionally clean air.

What's the catch, apart from the fact
that I can't own property?

The price, with refurbishments, we're
looking at six million.

The Queen's favorite rose, in
acknowledgement of your generous

poor fallen women.

Thank you.

Is this it?

It's rather impersonal.

Yes, the Queen gives the same to
everyone.

Oh, I see.

I told my donation I'd prompt a thaw in
relations, but it obviously wasn't big

enough.

I will give more. No.

No, I can't let you. What if she still
won't forgive you?

Then I will keep giving until she does.

I have a purse in the sacristy. Come.
And we must decide when you're coming to

supper.

Too long for a smuggler.

I agree.

Every second courtier has one at the
Queen's Roses.

Counter de Valois must be taking an
absolute fortune in charitable

Well, I think she's remarkable.

If only France had more women like her.

You still think she's an imposter? I'm
certain of it. I think her taste is

ghastly. And as superintendent of the
Queen's household, it is my job to prove

it.

Can't you play something more cheerful?

Can't you choose a painter before I die
of boredom?

Inform the household committee. Mrs.
Lebrun will paint my new official

Happy? Thank you.

You know, every artist can paint a
likeness.

But if you say Lebrun sees what's
inside, I wonder what she'll see inside

boy or a girl.

Come on, it was obvious.

Engorging on sugar again.

Louis must be pleased.

I haven't told him I want to be certain.

Of the pregnancy or the father.

We were careful, but we've... What woman
doesn't know her father, her child?

More than you think.

I've told Axel to stay away until things
settle.

Good. The less Louie's reminded of him,
the better.

If Louie doubts for one moment that he's
the father, I can forget about that

clue.

You are making a drama out of nothing.

When did you last bleed?

During rehearsals for Figaro.

And when did Louie last visit?

I'd let laughter.

Simple. Louis is the father.

Don't it?

Look at me.

If you believe it, so will he.

Which bring our projections from 21 to
24.

Sorry, 24 million.

It's the minimum we need to borrow to
avoid imminent fiscal collapse.

We just got a new loan from the
Parliament.

which barely paid the interest on the
old loan.

We can't go back to Parliament for more.

No, we'll have to borrow from a bank.
But if news gets out that we're chasing

another loan, the market will panic. So
we keep it a secret.

Yeah. Thank you.

How's Bianco?

It's good.

Thank you. I went hunting this morning.

Is that wise?

Would you lock me up forever?

Well... If you won't take precautions,
then I will.

Louis, if anything happens to you, I
need to be able to protect myself and

children from your brother's ambition.

All right.

What do you suggest?

I need my own property.

Somewhere that could serve as my court,
where I could become regent for the

Dauphin.

Somewhere like Saint -Cloud.

Thank you.

I know it well.

Would be perfect.

Yeah, but expensive.

How much?

With renovations.

Six million.

Well, there's no need to rush into
anything, is there?

No.

But...

I'd prefer it to be settled quickly.

My mind needs to be easy.

Again.

Why the surprise?

I did visit you. Once.

Once during Figaro.

That's all it takes.

We're obviously getting good at it.

May I tell Retoy to start the purchase?

Why now?

Why shouldn't a married woman have right
to her own possessions?

Her husband will take care of her.

But why should she depend on a man for
her security?

That's the way it is.

It's wrong.

Madam. A woman needs... Needs what?

You live in her palace.

Do you hold all the power?

No wonder if there is another reason for
you to fear your future.

Of course not.

Louis.

If you want to buy Saint -Cloud, you
will have to speak to my financial

controller. He will decide if it is
affordable.

The issue has nothing to do with me.

Dear Cardinal, thank you for your
enormous donation to my charity.

For the Queen, 20 ,000 livres is
pitiful.

Thank you so much for your piffling
donation.

No.

Just write exactly what I say.

Cardinal Rohan.

I am compelled to pen this message of
gratitude.

Your donation to the poor fallen woman
reveals a surprising

generosity.

I will never forget how you wronged me.

Yet my heart still harbours a small
garden of

affection for you, your Queen Marie
Antoinette of France.

The man is an animal.

And a traitor, you...

Can't you welcome him back?

He has just inherited the largest
fortune in France.

A what?

He now has the funds to build the
seditious Calais Royal into a court to

Versailles. He must be stopped.

By welcoming him back?

He's less likely to plot against an
ally. Besides, the more time he spends

the easier it will be to spy on him.

Agreed. That's why we left his
management.

No, I won't welcome him back. I will
tend to my business, madam.

You tend to yours.

Duke d 'Orléans, I am truly vexed by the
death of the prince, your father.

My sincere condolences.

Thank you for your sentiments.

Cousin, wait.

This shared loss reminds us we are
family.

Let us heal our wrecks.

Nothing would make me happier.

I'm your Majesty's loyal servant.

And I'm Joan of Arc.

Welcome back to Versailles.

I understand you have an appointment
with the financial controller.

I must go begging for some food.

I have information that may help your
case.

Read this.

It is very good to see you at
Versailles, Duke.

Of course.

Very happy to be back.

Excuse

me.

So, the prodigal cousin returns.

I admit that I wasn't expecting that
warm welcome from Louis.

They know you're a liability.

But they'd rather have you inside the
tent now than outside.

What would you prefer?

You're doing me a favor either way.

Just make sure not to wear the actual
crown.

I intend to wear it one day. Miss
Wynette.

Don't you dare.

Six million.

For, uh... Chateau.

My husband has several castles.

So does Provence. I'm sorry. The

purchase

of St. Claude is just not possible.

That's a shame.

Because Boudreau has been making
inquiries.

It turns out Boudreau's debt is three
million livres.

And yet, your land, imagine, she can
repay it all by herself.

Which is impossible.

Unless she has a little help from a
friend. You've been robbing the

treasury to help your land pay for
Troy's debt.

Don't worry, I understand your position.

My favorite can be extremely persuasive,
but... So can I.

Now.

Do you still have reservations about my
purchase?

An acquisition of this magnitude will be
unpopular.

You have many enemies.

That's why I need some clue.

This loan that Calonne's proposing, the
24 million, what do you think?

It's a dreadful idea, but I don't have a
better one.

Could we find a bank that's discreet?

We have supported the discount bank in
the past. They would have no choice but

to return the favour.

You've put us in a very difficult
position. I didn't tell her.

She must have found out herself.

Don't ever underestimate her.

This could ruin me. The only reason I
got the job is because the King thinks

trustworthy. Then give the Queen what
she wants and your problem will go away.

Bill. Death. Death.

Bill. I'm on a magic money tree, and I
can't continue paying for droid debt.

now the Queen knows about it. Then how
will I pay St. James?

I don't know.

You'll have to find another benefactor.

She

spends

more time in the finance office than she
does in the nursery.

Your Majesty, I have good news.

Finally.

If we can obtain this new loan, I can
allocate money for the Queen to purchase

Thunclough. Six million.

We can afford that?

Of course not.

And a married woman cannot own property.

Then what happens when she passes it on?

She could leave it to a daughter, or
worth her emperor brother, and then we'd

have a little piece of imperial Austria
bang in the middle of France.

I do understand her concern, but in the
event of your premature death, her

allies would come to her aid. What
allies?

Sire, trust me.

Her ownership of St. Clu would create
more problems than itself.

Am I early?

Aeneas is.

What a charming apartment.

My taste is eclectic.

Like your dinner guests.

Countess de Valois may present my house
guest, Count Cagliostro.

Though don't pester him to perform
alchemy with a queue for those services.

Countess, this is a delightful surprise.

Does the fortune teller find anything
surprising?

She's hilarious.

Then three days later he looked down and
it had dropped off.

I can see why you and the Cardinal have
become friends.

And so quickly.

Excuse me, I have a message.

From the Queen.

You are at my demonstration at the
Palais Royal.

I was drawn to your strength and your
sadness.

Oh, please, save it for showtime.

Who did you lose?

Parents?

Sibling?

Spirits are showing me a child, a little
girl.

A boy.

Two boys.

They might even be twins.

They want me to give you a message.

They say you were a good mother.

Don't you dare use your carnival tricks
on me.

I offer reassurance. You've had lies.

If you could speak with the dead, you'd
know I wasn't a good mother.

My abilities provide comfort.

Can you say the same of yours?

I'm protective of Cardinal Rowan.

He could easily fall prey to an
unscrupulous temptress.

I'm not a temptress.

You're a professional.

And a good one.

But you also have your doubters.

What do you mean?

I invited the Princess de la Barle to
question the spirits. She asked them if

you were a fraud.

What did the spirits answer?

They gave you the benefit of the doubt.

Well, do thank them for me.

I think we understand each other, Count
Cagliostro, and I see no reason why we

can't be friends.

But if you're with me...

I will tell the whole world that you're
nothing but a harlequin artist.

Right back at you.

Let me see it. Hang on through there.

Get used to it, staying with the
Cardinal.

Now, where's the Cardinal's reply to the
Queen's letter?

Oh, this is perfect.

My, my, my.

Rohan really can't spell.

And he wasn't suspicious.

He totally bought you with the Queen's
Guard. Yes, yes.

Cagliostro, he'll use his gifts to see
through us.

He has no gifts.

Anyway, we've come to an arrangement.

But the Princess of Nambal is more
dangerous. She's there. What?

I'll invite her over for tea.

Stand as straight as you can.

Run along and get dressed.

Tell me.

Sometimes the disease doesn't progress,
but it has.

Yes. He has lost several centimeters in
height.

The curvature has increased.

Your family has been blighted by the
condition.

There is no hope for remission.

How long?

Two years.

Maybe three.

He will have the best care.

And Madame Royale will... Will it kill
her too?

Some offspring are more susceptible than
others.

Provence escaped it. You survived it.

For now, Madame Royale shows no sign of
the disease.

Forgive me, but the more children you
have, the greater the chance of a

heir.

The Queen mustn't be told.

Not yet.

And if she asks... Lie.

Nice boat.

It's a model of the Quran.

167 feet long.

72 cannon.

The defied late first tutor.

Take the boat for another ride.

Let them play a little longer.

His spine is collapsing.

With time, it won't be able to support
the weight of his head.

My name... My older brother has the same
condition.

He shed a run.

And I listened to it kill... My
vertebra...

My vertebra... Crack.

And then now and now it's not together.

I can help him.

The pain.

Thank you.

The Queen must want to know.

About the prognosis.

She will need time to prepare. Not yet.

Not now.

The baby.

Forgive me.

Swede?

Where is he?

Off with his regiment, I suppose.

The Queen never mentioned him. You don't
have to protect her.

I know her feelings for him.

But what of his family?

Is it healthy?

The court genealogist would know.

Would you like me to find out?

Please.

I'm so glad you came.

Interesting choice.

Are you an admirer of King Henry?

That portrait's been in our family for
years.

He's a relative.

Yet you prefer to live in Paris rather
than Versailles.

I like to stay close to my charity.

Poor fallen women.

Victoire has us crocheting all day long
for their fatherless infant.

That's it.

I have drinking chocolate and cake.

Why have you invited me here?

Because you are suspicious of me.

I hate to be unfairly blamed.

It upsets me.

But in this instance, you are correct.

I am a fraud. I knew it.

Your charity doesn't exist.

But of course it does. Why wouldn't it?

So, how are you a fraud?

I lied.

About my closeness to the Queen.

But only because I longed for it to be
true.

I'm a terrible person.

She is my patron.

She barely speaks to me.

I had such high hopes I would be her
special friend.

I imagined us laughing and sharing
secrets.

I even...

fancied we'd curl up in bed at night,
talking and falling asleep

in each other's arms.

Oh, no.

What have I said? Oh, no, it's... I

had a friend once.

No longer in her favour.

Look at us both.

Gushing like fountains.

We are kindred spirits.

And I hope, one day, great friends.

Excellent.

No sickness, dizziness?

Nothing. I'm fine.

The Queen had nausea with each of the
others. Every confinement is different.

See, I told you.

And how is your digestion?

Everything is normal. Now, I'm more
worried about the Dauphin.

He has a weak constitution, and it's
more vulnerable to changes in

and moisture.

His Majesty was the same as a boy. But
what about his spine?

Or his height?

It will improve.

A good diet, specific exercise and clean
air are the order of the day. That will

be all.

Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you.

Well,

what did you find out?

I will ask the genie amateur.

He will tell us exactly who she is.

Thank you.

Firth and's relatives seem long -lived.

Yes.

Thank you.

You... You won't mention this, do you? I
will never do it.

I would never repeat anything we
discuss.

Not to anyone.

Have you heard from the Duke de
Polignac?

He and Boudreaux have settled in the
Sunderland.

You must be eager to join them.

I prefer to be of service in Berthuy.

You are valued here.

The discount bank is honoured to
contribute to France's finances.

The King is delighted by the discount
bank's generous loan.

It will be used to further the glory of
France.

I will inform His Majesty that he can
count on your discretion in this

matter.

Thank you, gentlemen.

And just like that, we're 24 million
richer.

Though I suspect the discount bank
smells a rat.

It smells a ship full.

It would be a miracle if news of this
loan doesn't leak. Don't. The

are unthinkable.

I'm thinking the unthinkable.

So am I.

Oh, no.

Don't worry.

We throw teacups all the time.

Famous.

I want you to paint my portrait.

I'm flattered, Majesty.

But you are supposed to choose an artist
who is a member of the Academy.

I rarely do what I'm supposed to do.

And... Anyway, you are a member of the
Academy.

I wrote to them and pointed out that you
are the busiest portraitist in Europe.

I insisted they'd meet you immediately.

They'll be livid. I hope so.

What sort of portrait does Your Majesty
have in mind?

Something exotic.

Oriental.

A headroom.

Perhaps a tiger at my side.

I'm sorry, Majesty.

I will only paint people as they really
are.

That's what I wanted to hear.

My portrait must show France, the real
me, without any artifice or tiger.

Green? Yes.

Someone will be in touch with
arrangements.

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

There's something we need to discuss.

We must be united on matters that
concern us both.

What's wrong?

Saint -Cloud.

You made by Saint -Cloud.

You and the children must be secure if
I'm not here.

Thank you.

The children will love it.

Thank you.

Her own shadow, the arrogance.

It's perverse.

Well, if the Queen can own property, we
all can.

Then we won't need men at all.

What on earth are you making?

A cuff.

The babes of the poor fallen women need
booties, not cuffs.

Oh, it's not for the babes.

It's for Marguerite.

She feels the cold.

What did the genealogist discover?

It's true.

She is a direct.

Wait a second.

Is it wrong to be disappointed?

Her line descends from one of the king's
bartered sons.

So no wonder she supports the poor
fallen women.

She's also suffered the cruel stain of
illegitimacy.

Jeanne de Valois is not an imposter.

Versailles is her rightful home.

Cardinal.

Your reply entertained me.

But if we are to correspond, I insist on
rules.

Your letters must be sent by return,
using my private guard, Lieutenant

Never contact me by any other means, or
it will be very dangerous for us both.

My dearest Queen, you can be assured of
my complete discretion.

Your reputation is safe in my hands.

The floor of the Bastille is thick with
rats and toad, and the air is full of

the cries of the writers imprisoned by
the king for the rest of their days.

In your case, three weeks.

To liberty, or whatever that means.

I'm surprised you joined us tonight.

These days you seem to prefer
Versailles.

Now I am head of a family, I see the
importance of legacy.

Do you know what this ring says?

That I'm still royal.

All your fancy ideas about change are
flying. What if they're just dreams?

That fly is real. It's there.

And I want it back. You're hedging your
bets. I'm right, I am.

Just don't forget where your true
loyalties lie.

Tell me, when you were rehearsing that
play, was the Queen definitely... Swede?

Why do you think I cast them together?

They couldn't keep their hands off each
other.

That's my castle. At one day.

It may be more.

Kathleen look at this burn

Now

let's

find a bedroom for your brother one with
big window to let the good Aaron

Woodley?

Where are you?

Marie -Thérèse.

Never. You'll never run away from me. I
thought I'd lost you.

Now, who are you, huh?

And why are you in my house?

He's my son.

And you, Duke de Chartres.

Bow to the Queen, Louis -Philippe.

I spent half my childhood here.

So when we heard you were paying a
visit, Louis -Philippe insisted we drop

show you around.

There are rats in the walls and a ghost
in the attic, but the rest of the place

is divine.

Do you like cherries?

Take the princess to the orchard.

The fruit here is delicious.

They work into you from the window.

What do you think you're doing?

The king has been kind enough to welcome
me back to Versailles.

Might you do the same?

I was never a traitor to France.

But... I did dishonor you.

And I have lived with my remorse ever
since.

Once I was your friend, in consolation.

Might I be again?

You were a good friend when I had none.

I would give anything to have that man
in my life.

But he was a fiction.

My husband may have forgiven you, but I
never will.

Excuse me.

I know why you bought this place.

So you have somewhere to go and Louis
boots you out with your bastard baby.

I have evidence.

Beaumarchais.

And the testimony of a little
chambermaid who keeps track of the

on your bedsheets.

This baby is a bourbon.

Intacable acting, as always.

But you can't cheat nature.

Women are sluts.

And men are suspicious.

Every infant resembles its father.

And when that one pops out of your oven,
it's going to look like a Swedish

meatball, not a French coq au vin.

I can't persuade Louis that your baby is
legitimate, but I can persuade France.

Palais Royal presses can be your friend.

At what cost?

To marriage.

Between my son and Madame Royale.

She is eight years old.

I'll have to make a match soon enough.

She might even enjoy it.

The youngsters may share our chemistry.

My daughter will never be a bargaining
chip in some dynastic game.

If she marries, she will marry for love.

She will have her own fortune.

She will have her own home, and she will
never be beholden to a man, least of

all in Orléans.

And that is why I brought some clue.

Now get the f*** out of my palace.

True. Are you mad?

Are you mad?

I shouldn't. No. He wouldn't have let
you have, thanks, Lou, if he doubted

Charter can't prove anything.

Louie and Ferson have the same colour.
Unless the kid comes out speaking

Swedish, no one will ever know. Not even
me.

No, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

Because you will love that child
regardless.

Chin up.

Chin up.

Wow. Big smile.

Everything's going to be fine.

I've got a little job for you.

Your printers are going to have their
work cut out.

How long would it take to make a million
copies of a single sheet?

The end?

Let me know by the end of the day.

Let me.

The House of Committee will hate the
dress.

It's perfect.

It will be a modern portrait for a
modern queen.

Exactly.

Now, I know you like to paint people, as
they really are.

could work so magic with my hair.

It gets more brittle with huge
pregnancy.

Well, I imagine you in something like
this.

I love it.

Majesty.

These months of secret correspondence
have filled my life with joy.

But with each passing letter, my desire
to spend time with you intensifies.

My dear Rohan, this growing pregnancy
makes me wearier by the day.

If only I was strong enough to sit at
your side and bask in the brilliance of

your mind.

Mazem, you flatter me.

Remember only this.

I desire nothing more than the privilege
of basking in the warm glow of your

attention.

He looks healthy.

Ring the bell.

Tell France I have a new son.

Your Majesty.

For me?

Oh, no, I couldn't possibly.

Your charity brought about my happy
reconciliation with the Queen, and she

most keen that I reward you.

Then I must sell it and give the
proceeds to the poor fallen women. No,

you must keep it.

The Queen insists you must have
something for yourself.

It is very beautiful.

The Cordula can make any adjustments.

Poor fellow.

Why? What's wrong with him?

He still hasn't found a buyer for that
ghastly diamond necklace.

He's planning to break it up and sell it
in pieces.

Forgive my brevity, but my business is
urgent.

I have long coveted a piece of jewelry
known as the diamond necklace.

Lately, I've heard rumors that it is to
be destroyed. I must have it.

It's too desperate.

Start again.

Cardinal Rohan, I will be hated if it is
known I want the necklace.

So I must buy it in secret.

And for that, I need your help.

What did he say?

Nice digs.

But I would change the lock.

It's easier to pick.

You took your time.

I thought you hadn't got my messages.

Do you still have your diamond contact
in Antwerp?

Seriously.

That's your opener.

How are you?

Not great.

You might have heard I lost a wife.

I'm doing a job in Belize.

A dreadful place.

Crawling with pirates.

One of them murdered her.

Made off with all the winnings.

And it broke my heart.

I really love that crazy cow.

Why'd you do it?

I was grieving our children, then I had
to mourn.

What did the Cardinal say?

Who the hell is he?

Nicholas Lamotte, my husband.

He's going to help us sell the diamonds.

Come on, what did he say?

He's... he's agreed.

He's going to help the Queen buy the
necklace. Keep reading.

Before he does anything, he wants to
discuss the details.

In person.

But the Queen...

Get out of that one.

Sweet cheeks.

Faster, please.

Over there.

Come on.

Hurry up. We haven't got all day.

What's this?

Sent a million of them across France.

Destroy her.

Wait till her return in public. Here's
the dope by the bastard.

How'd the philosophy sessions go?

All he can see is Marie Antoinette.

Your prediction was supposed to broaden
his ambitions.

Sorry, I don't do refunds.

Some people just don't take change
seriously.

But I do.

You've got connections.

I can introduce you to a few alchemists.

I want truth, not trick.

I can't help soliciting. I know nothing.

Oh, what about these symbols?

Square and comfort, the all -seeing eye.
Oh, you know about pre -masonry. And

the Illuminati.

Fairy stories.

Oh, aren't they an elite group of
thinkers plotting to rid us of popes and

princes?

You one of them?

Come on, tell me.

I'll pay you.

My own

palace.

Security. For me and my children.

Can you believe it?

Chin up, big smile, anything's possible.

Is that how you get away with murder?

What on earth is going on?

All in all, he's poisoning the people
against me.