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-Mon Dieu! -Holy Virgin! Mademoiselle, where are you going?

Stop! Cease running! I beg you!

Stop, mademoiselle, wait!

-The doctor! -Lovely maid!

You are mistaken, monsieur, I do not know you!

But I do know you! For two days I have been barely eating or existing - only remembering you!

-Where are you going? -To buy groceries!

Let us walk together?

Oh!

-Look! It is that same young man! -The one from your lady`s bed?

Yes, Holy Virgin, yes!

Maybe. But I remember his wound much better than his face!

And now listen carefully, Bussy. Do you see the house on the left?

It is the one I told you about.

-I see it, my prince. -The windows are still shut!

Yes, this lady is guarding herself rather well - or being guarded?

Those crazy Mignons attacked me from here.

Hide as well - and as soon as a man enters, follow him and find out who he is.

And if he locks the door?

Aha, excellent, Monseigneur!

-And what should I do with this man? -Only find out who he is!

Based on a novel by Alexandre Dumas (père)

La Dame de Monsoreau

Episode 4

Oh Lord, finally, Remy!

Come in and take a seat!

I have grown quite weary of waiting here...

Well...

What news, my dear Hippocrates?

Speak to me, why this silence?

Where is Monseigneur?

St. Antoine`s street, damn it!

-I have excellent news! -Speak then, Remy, speak!

I... I am in love, Monseigneur!

Mon Dieu, with whom?!

With Gertrude, the maid of that lovely lady!

I am merely a poor physician, whose practice consists of only one patient...

... so I have to conduct my experiments on simpler creatures.

Oh, Remy, you are a genius!

By all devils, you are a good genius chance saw fit to send me!

What, what is it?

You...

You addressed me...informally?

I always speak in this way to the people I love.

Do you object to this mode of address, monsieur physician?

Rather the opposite, rather... But I thought...

I thought I heard wrong! Oh Lord....

Do you want me...

Do you want me to lose my mind?

No, Remy.

I`d rather you do not!

I only want you to consider yourself as someone who belongs to my house.

Well, what did Gertrude tell you?

Oh, she is a master storyteller, that one, count!

Have you succeeded in finding out anything on your own?

-I? -Yes!

I have indeed!

Mon Dieu!

Remy, how?!

Well, here is how:

-First we got acquainted... -Yes?

... and then I had to do a diagnosis...

No more riddles, rascal!

Very well, I can skip the riddles.

Ouch!

One of these days, you will bend like this and will remain that way!

This is just the beginning!

You have wrapped a woolen cloth around yourself, yes?

So you think you feel better, yes?

But soon, very soon even, you will walk like... This!

What should I do?

You must begin with your treatment at once - the sooner the better!

But... But what is in that treatment of yours?

You must apply a salve to your back.

Oh... no, I refuse to do it!

In this case - farewell!

I say, wait! Wait, do not walk away yet!

I must at least play at refusing for a bit first!

I am an honest girl after all.

Please feel free to act up - I am an honest man too!

And... who will apply that salve then?

You know... you are unlikely to find a better or a cheaper doctor than myself!

I will even treat you for free... on certain conditions.

And which conditions could you possibly mean?!

-Well, after such wearying procedures you will... -What?!

... you will feed me dinner!

So, do you agree? Or will you continue your playacting?

No more theatrics!

And... how is your young master faring?

Is he well?

Which master?

The handsome man I treated in your house.

He is not my master!

Is he not? I saw him in your lady`s bed...

-So I assumed... -Oh Lord, no!

That unfortunate young man... Careful!

We only saw him once, we do not even know him!

-So, the lady... -My mistress is married, monsieur!

So what? One can be married and think of a handsome young man at the same time!

Even after seeing him only once.

Especially true if that young and handsome man was wounded...

... and inspired compassion while lying in your bed!

Yes, quite right!

Well, if I have already started... My mistress is thinking of him!

We talk every time we are alone!

You do?

I would be interested to know what you talk about with her!

Oh, monsieur - quite indelicate of you to ask such a question!

Remy...

Was this truly what she said?

"My mistress is thinking of him", yes?

Quite right!

Word of honour - this is what she said!

And afterwards?

Tell me all!

Well, afterwards...

Then Gertrude gave me... the key.

And in the evening - as soon as her mistress went to sleep -

I opened the door...

... and started my treatment!

Hush!

Someone might overhear us!

You speak as if we were doing something indecent!

I simply have no wish to be interrupted when we start doing it.

What?!

I was joking.

And now tell me where it hurts.

Right here!

Well well well...

-Here? -Yes!

I understand now. Very well, let us start.

Wait monsieur, what are you doing?!

I cannot apply the salve through the chemise!

-You cannot? -Of course not!

Well, if you must...

Stop right there - we did not agree on this!

Do you want to have it treated or not?

Whenever you go to confession, do you consider that the priest is a man?

No...

Remember - with doctors or priests, shame is misplaced!

Yes... You are right.

Fine, go on!

I see, friend - you are clearly a sly fellow!

And...

... did that fortress fall in the end?

Monsieur, I gave the Hippocratic oath...

... to not disclose any secrets pertaining to my patients!

Very well.

I expect to be able to enter the house tonight.

And I think what I hope for will come to pass.

Please allow me to accompany you, count!

This is out of the question.

Then at least... be careful.

Your fears are unfounded, Remy.

I am well-known for my cautiousness.

Gertrude!

I am here, my lord.

Tell madame Diana that I must see her.

At your service, monsieur count!

Gertrude!

How much longer am I to wait?

Just a moment!

Please enter, my lord.

Madame...

What is it that you wanted to tell me, monsieur?

I wished to inform you that I will be leaving for Fontainebleau tomorrow morning - a few days` stay.

And that I intend to spend this night in your company.

Monsieur, do you recall what we had agreed upon yesterday before I became your wife?

The conditions were: Either my father comes to Paris or I myself go to him!

Do not expect to be able to play the role of a poor mistreated victim in front of me forever!

You are in Paris and in my house!

More than that...

You are the countess de Monsoreau now, my lawful spouse!

Monsieur! If I am your spouse...

... why then are you refusing to bring me to my father?

Why do you continue to hide me... from the world`s eyes?

You assured me I would have nothing to fear anymore upon becoming your wife -

You gave me your word!

Diana!

You turn the holy ties of matrimony into a strange game I cannot understand!

Monsieur, make it so that I no longer feel distrust towards my husband...

... and I will not be remiss in fulfilling my matrimonial duties!

Damn it, with the way I treated you, after what I did for you - have I not deserved your full trust?!

Monsieur! I believe that not my interests alone were the reason for your actions...

... but also a prospect of personal gain to you!

You have gone too far now!

You are in my house, you are my wife...

... and, whatever you may say, you will be mine tonight!

Take care, count!

Open! Open the door!

Open!

Open the door, madame, or I will blow it to smithereens!

Do it! You will find me dead at the doorstep!

I will keep my word!

Do not be afraid, my lady - you have a protector here!

-Madame? Are you well? -Open the door, Diana!

You will regret treating me thus, madame!

I swear it!

Oh!!! Mon Dieu!

What are you doing here, monsieur?!

Stop screaming at me, girl.

Who are you?!

I am here to help.

Monsieur... Is this truly you?

I do not know what you mean, girl - but I am indeed I!

Why are you still looking at me? Do not just stand there - bring salts or whatever else you use in such cases!

First of all, I must loosen the corset`s lacing -

And I suppose my lady would not like me to do it in your presence...

Hush!

She is coming to her senses.

Please remain calm...

Do not be afraid, madame - it is over now.

He left.

I... am lost!

You...

You are that same... nobleman...

The very same one whose life you saved, madame.

Alas...

I was careless...

... and I am punished for it.

Oh Lord... Are you regretting your generosity? But why?!

I beg you - trust me!

Do not chase me away - avail yourself of my help in your woes!

But... who are you, monsieur?

What is your name?

I am... Louis de Clermont, count de Bussy.

You are... Bussy?

At your service, madame.

Count...

You must have already come to the conclusion that I need protection.

Now that I know who you are...

... I feel you are the one I can entrust with my story.

Believe me, madame...

... when I say that you will find a most attentive and committed listener in me.

I thank you.

But I must ask one more question first.

How have you come to be here?

I... only heard some disjointed phrases of your conversation with monsieur de Monsoreau...

... but even so I understood that the reason I am here is connected to that story of yours, madame.

I will tell you all.

Your name alone is enough to inspire my full confidence!

I have often heard you being referred to as a brave man, a man of integrity.

A man of honour one can rely on.

Please take a seat.

I am the daughter of baron de Meridor...

The only heir to one of Anjou`s most ancient and noble families.

Forgive me, my lady - but I...

... I heard of a man who went by the name of baron de Meridor.

As far as I remember, he could have evaded captivity during the battle of Pavia...

... but chose to surrender his weapon to the Spaniards upon hearing that the King had been captured.

He requested permission to accompany Francois I to Madrid... as if it was the highest of honours.

He chose to bear all indignities of captivity with his King.

Yes, it was my father.

Should you ever find yourself in the great hall of the Meridor castle...

... you will see a portrait of Francois I - painted by Leonardo da Vinci himself.

My father received it from the King...

... as a reward for his loyalty.

Yes, madame - loyalty of servants was properly rewarded in those times.

Upon his return from the Spanish campaign, my father married...

His first two children - both boys - died.

Their death dealt a heavy blow to the baron de Meridor...

A few years later he left the court and cloistered himself with his spouse in the Meridor castle.

Ten years after the death of his sons, as if by a miracle, I was born.

My father`s love for me was not merely the dues of a parent to a child -

It was closer to worship.

When I turned three, my mother passed away.

Another heavy blow for my father!

From that moment on, I was everything to him.

And I thought of nothing but my poor father either...

We were inseparable then!

I remember our frequent and lovely strolls on the castle grounds...

You would not believe it, but we played and frolicked like children.

It seemed to me that my father grew younger in my presence.

I was aware of the fact that I was my father`s only solace...

... but it brought me joy to brighten his days.

Our castle is surrounded by forests, which belong to the duke of Anjou.

Their shade sheltered doe and deer buck alike - the animals had lived undisturbed for so long...

... that they lost their fear of man.

I even had a favourite doe, whom I named Daphne.

I fed her myself.

I never feared that my carefree existence could come to an end.

One day, it was announced that the duke had sent a steward to his province...

Then this steward arrived...

A certain count de Monsoreau.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard that name.

Now, the reason for that strange reaction is clear to me.

It was the premonition of disaster to come...

I walked alone that day...

... when I suddenly heard the commotion of an approaching hunt.

And then I saw the hunters at last -

... they were chasing a doe.

Lord! That is my Daphne! Please stop! No!

Please, do not!

Wait! Do not touch her!!!

Stop!

Wait! Wait...

The hunters chased Daphne towards a lake...

... it seemed to me that she was doomed.

But then she leapt into the water, attempting to swim away...

I believed she could escape.

But one pursuer, inflamed by the thrill of the chase, followed her into water!

It was Monsoreau!

No...

No!!!

No!!!

How do you feel, child?

-Much improved, Father. -I am glad to hear it!

Please sit.

Sit.

I wanted to inform you that monsieur de Monsoreau is here.

Oh Lord... What does he want?

He bears a personal invitation by the duke of Anjou.

We must attend the ball in Angers.

-Well, if we must... -Yes, child.

We must.

I cannot offend His Highness by refusing.

Diana...

The count de Monsoreau wishes to speak to you.

While you were ill, he inquired about your health every day.

Common courtesy demands that you meet him and thank him for his concern.

Father... He scares me!

I find myself unable to forget... how he killed my poor Daphne.

But you cannot refuse to receive him -

The count is a worthy man - it is even said he has the duke of Anjou`s favour.

He wishes to make an apology in person...

... and he will not rest until you forgive him.

Very well, Father.

I will receive him now.

My lady... I was devastated to hear that I was the cause of your illness!

On my honour - if I had but known that you love that unfortunate animal...

... I would have been overjoyed to save her life!

Monsieur de Monsoreau... I regret having caused such concern.

And I do not blame you - hunt is such an important pastime for men, is it not?

Killing a doe... Is not a crime, not for a hunter.

My lady... I have already asked your father, but...

... allow me to invite you to the ball the duke gives on the occasion of his arrival here.

Thank you, monsieur.

To please my father, I agreed to accept the count`s invitation.

It was my debut - I was quite anxious...

My first real ball.

It was there that I saw the duke of Anjou for the first time.

I could not have known then which role he would play in my life...

His Royal Highness, the duke of Anjou!

I am glad that you accepted my invitation, baron!

Your achievements have not been forgotten - those legendary martial feats are still discussed at court!

Mon Dieu!

Who is this enchantress at your side?

My daughter, Your Highness - Diana.

Please accept my compliments, baron!

Mademoiselle, you could be the brightest gem in the Louvre!

Will you be so kind as to accept my arm?

It would be a privilege to open this ball with you.

After the ball, my father called on me unexpectedly.

What is the matter, Father?

Dear child...

The count de Monsoreau... asked me for you hand in marriage.

Oh Lord... I suspected this might happen.

Mon Dieu, what is it, dear?

Are you well?

Father, I beg you - if you have even a little compassion for me, please do not agree!

Diana, dearest! You know that not only do I feel compassion for you - I worship your every step!

But the count`s proposal is a great honour for us.

-He is well-received at court... -Father!

Do not do this.

Oh Lord...

Do not cry, child!

Calm your fears.

I swear on my honour to never mention this marriage again! Please do not cry.

Thank you...

Some days later, the count de Monsoreau suddenly reappeared in Meridor.

Oh Lord, Monsoreau again! What could he want this time?

I felt a sense of foreboding...

But the count left as suddenly as he arrived.

Father!

-Child, we must be separated for a while. -Why?!

Please do not ask.

If I decided to part from you for a week... or a fortnight, I had most vital reasons for doing so.

And where will you send me, Father?

To the château of Lude, where my sister resides - you will be safe and hidden there!

Even the servants will not know of your destination.

Two men whom I trust fully will accompany you.

And you? Will you not come with me?

No, my child.

No.

I must remain here.

That same night, my father accompanied us to the carriage.

I tried to stay calm, but a vague restlessness persisted...

Do not worry, child - it is necessary.

Go!

Sleep, my lady.

Follow me!

Remove those coachmen!

Stop the carriage!

Hold back the horses!

-Scoundrels! -Kill him!

-Oh Lord! -Where is the second one?

He escaped, monsieur!

My lady... what is happening there?!

Forgive me, my lady - but you must come with us now.

-Where to? -To a place of safety.

A place where you will be treated as a queen.

Do as you please then, monsieur.

We are but feeble women.

All will be well, my lady.

To the castle!

Move!

My lady... Please stay calm!

I know our surroundings quite well.

Trust me, we will escape!

We have arrived, my lady.

At last we reached a castle.

I knew that our misadventure had not ended, but rather was about to begin.

I had a terrible suspicion...

... which, alas, was soon to be confirmed.

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