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Previously on The Serpent Queen...

It is my intention

to unite the people behind the king.

Everything I do is for my children.

This grand tour,

taking the king to the people, has now gone too far.

Has it ever occurred to you they're just like us?

Don't be stupid, Margot. They're nothing like us.

I thought girls liked pretty dresses.

Not all girls.

You must be your own man.

Catherine is the best person to lead.

Consider yourself a good judge of character?

We all have to evolve, Cardinal.

When France becomes a secular state...

Secular state?

But may I remind you, Catherine said

no trade with England.

Which means you'll have to get your wife here.

Reseal them and deliver them as bidden to your masters.

You know the drill.

Mouths shut and your ears open.

What was it you said to the Privy Council?

Whatever Mother decides.

Mother knows best. Wow.

I fear the king misunderstands my intention.

You'll never be able to govern by love, only by fear.

France is a tinderbox.

All we have to do is touch a match.

Oh, there's a church not far from here

with an effective preacher, a young woman.

Whose congregation of infidels worship their Protestant God.

Have your king make an unmistakable gesture of respect

for the new religion.

War is inevitable.

I want no part of it.

I wouldn't be doing this

if it wasn't for my father being ill.

But a man's profession of love for another man,

your soldiers would never take orders again.

I've decided to join my Protestant subjects

in prayer tonight.

Burn it down.

For now, my mother will know nothing about it.

History will remember you.

Ready my horse.

What's going on?

What's happening?

Fucked if I know.

What is it?

Your brother's missing.

What do you mean missing?

How do you lose a king?

He accompanied the Bourbons

to a Protestant service.

Well, find him!

The horses are ready.

The king is here!

The king is here!

We turned back as soon as we saw the flames.

Forgive me, Mother.

I should never have left the palace

without your knowledge.

I'm simply relieved that you're alive and unharmed.

You're not angry?

Oh, my dear boy.

Of course not.

Now, come inside.

It's cold.

All of you.

I-I sense you may be angry, Your Majesty.

Uh, be-before you react, you may want to consider...

a church of our faith was just attacked.

It's a difficult time.

Perhaps you don't want to pile on as well.

I will react when and how I want

when my courtiers betray me

and my son, the king, is endangered!

I should have let them chop your head off

when it was on the block.

Now, that's a bit fucking much, isn't it?

And cut yours off personally when I had the chance.

Right.

Of course.

Fuck me.

The church was burnt to the ground.

It appears there were no survivors.

An unspeakable tragedy.

The doors were locked from the outside,

which means this was not an accident

but a premeditated act.

Who could have done such a thing?

Funny you should ask.

It is our suspicion the Duke of Guise was responsible.

That's quite an accusation.

I'm assuming you've got some proof.

He was seen returning to the castle

in the early hours of the morning

with a small military escort.

Precisely the number of men required

to perform such an operation.

Care to tell us where you were, Francois?

If you must know, I had personal business

that took me outside of the palace last night.

Ooh.

Are we to suppose you were out cottaging?

No.

You're trying to start a war.

I mean, what the fuck, Francois?

What do you expect us to do now?

You do realize we're obliged to raise an army.

Our people are already demanding retaliation.

And-and not to mention the fact,

we could have died in that church with them!

And when they hear the Bourbon Princes of the Blood,

not to mention the king, were almost killed,

we won't be able to control the Protestants!

So perhaps that was the whole idea!

Hold on, the king attending a Protestant service

was a provocation unto itself.

Equal to mass murder?

We demand satisfaction!

Let me remind you that the king

did not attend the service, nor was he hurt,

by the grace of God.

What satisfaction did you have in mind?

The Duke of Guise must be tried and prosecuted

for this heinous violation.

By you?

I would be more than willing to act as an impartial judge

if it came to that.

How do you know the church wasn't burnt down

by some misguided member of the public, hmm?

I mean, what do you expect after you disrespect

their faith and allow a cardinal

of the Catholic Church to be pushed to the ground

and trampled in the mud?

May I remind you, if you do raise an army

in the name of the Protestants,

the Crown will have no choice

but to take action to protect French Catholics.

Will we not, Your Majesty?

Montmorency, what is your opinion?

My opinion is, if it's proven that the Duke of Guise

is behind this crime,

I will kill him myself.

Good luck with that, old man.

This is your impartial advisor, hmm?

Advocating vigilantism?

The Crown takes these accusations seriously

and would look disapprovingly

on any house behind such a provocation,

as it would disfavor any house

that needlessly endangered the life of the king

to further its own agenda.

However, at this time, I think we should adjourn

until cooler tempers prevail.

Fine, but if you don't do something to make this right,

you will have a civil war on your hands,

thanks to our cousin.

Then war it is.

I had been played, by all of them.

Hmm. Come on.

I suppose I should leave you two to talk.

I'm sorry.

I know you lost someone important to you.

And I assure you, I, too, want justice for this crime.

But you know as well as I do

that if the pursuit of that justice

leads us to the duke,

it will only bring our people to war.

And it will not bring Edith back.

Forgive me if I'm not ready to make such calculations.

Well, such calculations are required if one is to govern.

Then let me put it to you

in terms that you will understand.

The burning of the church was a deliberate provocation.

The perpetrators must be punished,

no matter who they are.

The legitimacy of the Crown depends upon it.

The legitimacy of the Crown depends on the unity

of the French people.

Once we have accomplished that,

then you can cut the Duke of Guise's throat.

You are the only one who knows what I'm trying to do.

Can I rely on you?

Always.

Thank you.

Refreshing, isn't it?

Someone who feels entitled to be motivated

purely by emotion.

Where is he?

In your chambers, Madame.

Tell him to wait.

Well, our brother, the king, was almost killed.

Do we not want to talk about it?

Talk about what?

Ah, Your Majesty,

there you are.

Gave us all a fright, wandering off like that.

I didn't wander off.

But thank you for your concern.

No, you took a chance, and you went out into the woods,

prepared to make a stand for religious unity.

And turned and ran like a bitch at the first sign of trouble.

Isn't that what you were going to say?

No, actually, I wasn't.

Is it really so difficult for you to believe

I might have actually been concerned about you?

You are my brother.

I suppose I deserve to be mocked.

Didn't exactly go as planned.

Things rarely do.

And if you can't laugh at yourself...

How did Mother take it?

How do you expect?

Has it ever occurred to you

that you might have had it right the first time

and Mother actually does know best?

I mean, you disobeyed her and nearly got yourself killed.

What further evidence do you need?

Margot, you should have yourself measured

for a new dress when I'm finished.

Mother says she's tired of seeing you wear the same one.

I don't need a new dress,

not when so many of our people are going hungry.

Well, they're not going to eat a dress, are they?

No, stupid.

I'd give the cost of the dress to the poor.

That's why they're joining this church

in the first place.

They don't have enough money to eat.

I'm not stupid.

One day, my looks and wit will attract a royal suitor.

And when I'm queen of some foreign land,

Charles will write to me and ask for my favor,

and I will... consider it.

Well, I hope you will decide in the king's favor.

Yes, thank you, Hercule.

I just can't stop picturing them

being trapped like that, burned alive.

I wish there was something I could have done for them.

Wasn't there?

Of course there wasn't.

He's lucky to be alive.

I mean, after all, it was no accident.

What?

The Guises did it.

Everyone knows that.

I'm sure even our king knows that.

Why would the Guises want to burn a church

full of Protestant peasants?

To start a civil war they presumably think they can win.

Is that true?

We must not rush to judgment, as others

would take the opportunity to rush to war.

Ah, yes, well said, Your Majesty.

I appreciate your support, Anjou, if I really do have it.

You do. I hope so.

Because if you think you would manage this situation

any better, you're deluded.

The same goes for the rest of you,

which is why you should go ahead

and buy yourself that dress, Margot.

The money you'd give to the poor wouldn't change a thing.

You don't know that. Oh, don't I?

Have you thought about which starving peasant

would benefit from your largesse

or the competition and spite

your act of virtue-signaling vanity might inspire?

Sounds like a huge rationalization to do nothing.

People need to know who to follow.

And how do they know who to follow?

The ones in the pretty dresses.

That's how it works, how it always has.

I couldn't agree more.

Without us to look up to, they'd have to look

at their own miserable lives.

I mean, they need the pomp, the ceremony,

the pretty dresses...

although, sis, in this case, that dress is all wrong.

What's wrong with it?

For one, it makes you look hippy,

it emphasizes your tragic lack of tits,

and the color brings to mind a recovering plague victim.

Oh, God, he's right.

No, he's not.

Well, let's see if it looks any better on you.

Don't mind if I do.

You'll rip it.

Oh, God, it does look better on him.

Mm.

Just one little thing.

Mm.

There we go.

Merci.

You look like a freak.

So what if I do?

We've all got our peccadilloes.

But believe me, no matter how much

you try and suppress things, they always have a way of...

coming out in the end.

So... if you and Mummy's little plan

is to simply pretend what happened at that church

didn't happen, then we're all fucked.

Now, give us a kiss.

Oh, fuck off!

Well, I never.

Avert your eyes, Henri.

Your Majesty.

The queen of Navarre, I believe.

Am I to presume this is considered acceptable behavior

for a prince in the Valois court?

Well, you are a queen, Madame.

You are to presume what you wish.

Please ignore my brother.

He's an affliction we all must bear.

I don't know what you're giggling at.

Forgive me, Mother.

And to think I came here because I wanted my son

to spend more time with his Valois cousins...

Hello.

...though I see now this is not suitable company

for the future king of Navarre.

I'd expected more of you, Your Majesty,

if you'll forgive me for saying so.

A king must lead by example

if he is to lead at all.

Oh, come on, Henri.

Oh, God.

Has anyone figured out what's wrong with our cousin yet?

Need you ask, with a mother like that?

Probably hasn't had a shag since her wedding night.

To be honest, I'm not sure I really want to go to war.

I mean, the stench,

the rations...

...not to mention the death.

Completely understandable, Antoine.

But we must not abandon principle

for something as pedestrian as... comfort.

Yes, of course.

Look, this-this armor's no good, Tancrede.

- Yes, my Lord. - Yeah.

Catherine will give in to our demands

if she believes we will not shy away from our duty.

So it's a bluff?

Yes, unless the bluff is called.

Right.

Maybe we should just become Catholics.

It's too late for that.

I thought it was never too late,

you know, to-to-to find the...

the Holy-Holy Spirit and confess.

I thought... I thought that was the whole point.

I'd al... I'd always sort of kept that in my back pocket.

Well, sadly, you were wrong.

That ship has sailed.

If destiny calls, we must fulfill our duty...

side by side, brother to brother.

Amazing I can

still get in the old suit, don't you think?

You look beautiful.

Oh, thank you, Antoine.

You look like a beautiful egg.

What are you doing here?

Hello to you, too.

It is best you do not visit me at the palace.

Well, you've never been ashamed of our association before.

Oh, I'm not ashamed.

But at the moment, it is neither prudent

nor useful for people to suspect

that I practice the dark arts.

Those times have passed.

Oh, I don't know about that.

What began last night

will only end one way.

You may find the dark arts your best friend.

And what do you know about last night?

I was there.

- And? - And what?

And the Bourbons are accusing the Guises.

Is it true?

I think you already know the answer.

Knowing is different from something that can be proven.

And I would prefer it were not.

Can I count on your discretion?

Well, who am I gonna tell?

I'm just an old man who lives in the woods.

Of course, it really doesn't matter who lit the torch.

Fire is coming.

The country can still be united behind the king.

I've seen it with my own eyes.

It's what the people want.

It's what you want.

The people have no idea what they desire.

Then they must be told.

And good luck with that.

But I should remind you,

since the beginning of time,

hate has been the easiest story to tell.

Well, I will be on my way.

I won't trouble you again.

Easy for him to say.

He lives in the fucking woods.

I've been looking for you.

Oh?

I wanted to congratulate you.

You did well, Francois.

Catherine will not be able to hold on to this sham peace

much longer.

Word will spread,

neighbor will turn on neighbor,

and the nobility will be forced to take them

to the battlefield,

where you will have the decided advantage.

You must be proud.

It would almost be impressive if it wasn't so fucking dark.

Your Majesty.

Oh, uh, Your Majesty.

Hmm, I see you are ready to face this terrible situation

with the courage it requires.

Yeah, absolutely.

We have no choice, Your Majesty.

Our... sense of duty compels us.

Tancrede.

Though you betrayed my trust,

I sympathize with your predicament.

A terrible injustice has been done to your people.

I only wish there were another way.

God, so do I.

Uh, but-but-but we must not let our people down

when they need us.

Right, yeah,

even if it, um... even...

it results in our own... death,

we are committed.

Unless, of course, the king is persuaded

to prosecute the Duke of Guise for his crime.

A public beheading would suffice.

Leaving you in the majority on the Privy Council.

Yes, a happy coincidence.

You know full well that any prosecution of the Guises

would lead the Crown into direct conflict

with the Catholic population.

Well, it sounds like you have a choice to make...

war with the Protestants or war with the Catholics.

Unless there were another way.

- We're listening. - Uh, uh, s-s-skeptically.

- Skeptically, of course. - Yeah.

Montmorency says there were no survivors,

which means there are no witnesses to testify.

I mean, the Cardinal could be right.

This could be the act of a few disgruntled individuals

who could be found

and publicly executed for their crime.

And you expect us to accept that?

Yes, because then the Crown

would be free to pursue your trade deal

with Queen Elizabeth.

I mean, I imagine the Protestants

would be appeased by such an alliance,

leaving the Catholics unprovoked

by the prosecution of the duke.

And the House of Bourbon

would stand to be significantly enriched by the deal.

I mean, it might take the sting

out of you missing your date with destiny.

There's always another way, isn't there?

I tend to think so.

We might consider such a solution.

- Big of you. - Mm.

And if you were to put aside your grievance,

I mean, how might you proceed with the English?

Well, Antoine has already made

the significant personal sacrifice

of inviting his wife to court.

Which has been extremely challenging.

I'm grateful for your sacrifice.

As luck would have it,

Jeanne has a rather heavy-breathing correspondence

going with Queen Elizabeth's ardently Protestant advisor,

Lord Throckmorton.

Apparently, they like to debate the early sermons of Calvin,

which just sounds like elaborate foreplay,

if you ask me.

I suggest we send her over

to test the waters with the English court,

vouch for our intentions, our faith,

that we can be trusted, see what we get in reply.

All right.

Put word out that we are entering into negotiations

with England.

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

Our deal with England must be finalized

only when the time is right.

Of course.

Well, then... war is averted.

A relief.

Bravo, us!

And thank fuck for that.

Tancrede?

You may put away all the armor.

Yes, my Lords.

We're not going to battle.

Good. Good, my Lords.

Mm.

- Majesty. - Your Majesty.

I suppose it's you I should be talking to.

Me?

I'm here visiting my children.

I know you're the one responsible for undermining

the peace I have worked so hard to establish in France,

as I know you two invertebrates take your orders from Mummy.

Are you sure you want to talk about spineless sons?

- We've met yours, remember? - Shut up!

I have news for you and your incestuous brood.

I will not be provoked by your petty machinations.

I did not drag my family all over France

to every miserable village, hovel, and slum

so that this country could be destroyed by war.

I did it for peace, and that peace will hold,

even if I have to protect your firstborn

from the justice he deserves.

I presume you were not so stupid

as to leave any survivors that might identify you.

I mean, that would be most inconvenient.

Good.

Then I see no reason to prosecute.

I knew you were a woman of reason.

However, I'm not sure Montmorency's

gonna go along with that.

He seems to have what I would consider

an unhealthy attachment to that preacher.

Montmorency will do as I tell him.

You got him on a short leash, haven't you?

I think that's best for all involved.

In the meantime, the Protestants

will be appeased by the court's opening

of trade negotiations with England.

Are you mad?

You forced my hand.

But I forgive you.

In fact, I have decided that the House of Guise,

along with the rest of the Catholic nobility,

will fund the construction of a grand palace

in the center of Paris along the banks of the Seine,

a palace that will make all Frenchmen

proud to be the subjects of their king,

regardless of their faith.

And did I mention it will be very expensive?

We will do no such thing.

Oh, yes, you will,

unless you would rather I arrest your son

and put him in the dungeon while I gather the evidence

of the crime I already know he committed

and then chop off his head.

If you arrest the Duke of Guise,

the Catholics will rise up and revolt.

Yes.

But, then, if I let you succeed

in sowing the division you seek,

we will already be at war.

You see, at least my way,

I get to keep his head as a souvenir.

Sooner or later, you will have to take a side.

I am on the side of France.

What a pretty idea.

She has a gift for condescension, doesn't she?

Okay.

Well, you can ask the landed gentry,

but I'm telling you now, they're a tight-fisted bunch.

Nothing the rich hate more than charity.

Mm, we only need one to agree,

and then the rest will clamor to join in

for fear of losing face.

So who is that lucky one?

I have just the person.

Your Majesty, sorry to keep you waiting.

Madame de Poitiers will see you now.

Even from beyond the grave,

my husband finds ways to humiliate me.

Hello, cousin.

Cousin.

How good of you to make the time.

Yes, sorry to keep you waiting.

Funny how busy idleness can make you.

Ever done any falconry?

Can't say that I have.

Mm, first thing you learn

is to control what the bird sees.

Unless he's hunting, he lives in total darkness.

Therefore, he is distilled to a single instinct.

Look how proud he is.

Things are always most beautiful

when they are doing what they were meant to do.

Don't you agree?

I see your daughters are visiting.

Yes.

I'd introduce you, but there's little point.

You see, they despise me.

Not that I can blame them...

I gave all my love to your children.

Shall we walk?

You can tell me all the news.

I heard you'd found a way to elevate your status.

In fact, I've heard you have lots of angles.

Same as you.

But I'm loyal.

An overrated quality, I think you'll find.

Meaning?

Just that you're right not to depend

on Catherine's largesse.

People can't help but take advantage of each other,

no matter what they say.

It's just in our nature to take advantage first.

Furthermore, you're pretty, which always leads to problems.

And am I to presume your place is secure because you are not?

Hardly.

I face problems of a different kind.

Turns out, I'm ambitious.

And I don't like being handmaid to an out-of-work aristocrat.

How lovely you have made Anet.

Everyone says what a wonderful eye you have.

Yes.

I have become a decorator,

while you run the country.

As you said, people are at their best

doing what they were born to do.

You banished me from court.

I suppose I can't blame you.

We both played well.

I lost.

You were a grown woman when you seduced my husband,

and he was but a boy.

I would not call that a game.

No, and I was raped when I was a girl,

as you were sent off to marry a stranger

when you were still a child.

Whatever sickness you see in me is not in me alone.

It is the family business.

All we can do is try not to pass our deformities

on to our children.

Everything I do is to make sure my children

do not have to endure what I went through.

Then they have nothing to fear.

I did love them, you know.

I love them still,

more than my own flesh.

It is a-a steep price to pay.

Everyone paid a price.

Indeed.

Angelica!

Yes, Madame.

I'm cold.

So... what is it you want from me?

I can only assume this is not a friendly visit,

especially after the burning of that Protestant church.

Is France at war?

Not if you can help me.

You remain one of the wealthiest women in France.

My husband gave you land,

vast forests that fuel our smelts,

ships that carry our goods,

even interests in overseas ventures.

Not to mention gowns and jewels worth many fortunes.

You see, I could have taken it all back.

But I didn't.

And now I'm faced with the significant irony

of needing your help.

It is my intention to prevent war

by uniting the country behind a great public work,

a palace along the Seine,

only I can't afford it.

And I thought if you want to be known for something

other than your good taste,

you might want to donate to the cause.

What I want,

what I hope,

is the satisfaction of a useful life.

To that end, I would only ask a small favor in return.

You may ask.

According to French law,

my estate can only pass along the male line.

I would like my daughters to inherit what I leave behind

so they may have a semblance of freedom.

Once the funds for the palace are completed,

I will change the law.

I accept your terms.

I have one more favor to ask.

Soon I must travel to Italy to secure more funds

for the building project.

It does mean, however, that my children will be left alone,

and I fear there is the usual sibling rivalry.

And I need someone to keep an eye on them whilst I'm away,

and I thought that person might be you.

I am to be matron?

You spoke of your love for them, after all.

They will resent it, of course.

I will be discreet.

Thank you.

Do you ever think of...

what we might have accomplished

had we been allowed to be friends?

Cousin...

we were never going to be friends.

Some wounds do not heal.

What was all that about?

Are we back in favor?

I am.

Don't know about you.

Really, I tell you, Antoine,

the immorality in this court is singular.

I don't know how you put up with it.

No, nor do I.

You probably don't even notice anymore,

having been corrupted by their ways.

Yeah, probably.

But I, for one, see a direct line

between the moral rot here at the palace

and the burning of that poor girl's church.

Really, it's such a terrible business.

And imagine, I could have been inside.

Oh, yes, I have.

Would have been something to have a martyr in the family.

I appreciate the sentiment...

I think.

Perhaps, um, a trip across the Channel

would be a welcome break from our Valois cousins.

- England? - Indeed.

Why on Earth would I go there?

I agreed to help you with the trade deal

if you held up your end of the bargain.

But the king did not go to the church, nor did you.

No, but the rules of engagement have changed.

Oh?

Catherine has agreed to embrace the deal.

And why would she do that?

Because I... persuaded her.

Don't obfuscate, Antoine.

You couldn't persuade anyone of anything.

She's trying to appease the Protestants.

Well, yeah, that too,

not to mention the fact that she could do with the money...

as could we, by the way.

Well, if there is now an actual change of policy,

I suppose I could do with a change of scene.

Do you good and give you a chance

to rub up with your old chum Throckmorton.

Choosing to ignore that.

Yeah.

I shall leave Henri here with you.

What? But-but-but why?

I mean, you know,

the-the-the-the-the-the immorality and-and all of that.

Oh, he has a strong sense of discipline.

It would do you good to spend some time with your son...

...especially after coming

so near to death.

Perhaps your priorities might realign.

Right.

Good night, Antoine.

Good night.

Fuck's sake.

What are you doing here?

Same as you... paying our respects.

Notice anything odd?

No bodies.

No fire on Earth burns that hot.

Flesh from the bones, perhaps,

but leave the skeleton behind.

And yet there are none.

Praise the Lord.

I don't believe in miracles.

The doors were locked, and there are no bodies.

- I didn't think you'd come. - Of course.

Are you angry

because I gave your letters to your mother?

You sold them to her.

My father is sick.

I would have given you money.

I was too proud.

But I regret it.

Your letters were the most beautiful things I owned.

You heard about the fire at the church.

I heard something about it.

They say the lady preacher

led those people right through the flames,

as if God reached down and lifted them up.

What are you talking about? There are no survivors.

They say it was a miracle.

That means we can all be forgiven

for the bad things we've done.

I came here to ask you to forgive me...

for what I've done to you.

Of course.

Can I ask you something?

Did you mean those lovely things you wrote?

With all my heart.

Move.

The king doesn't want to be disturbed.

Who's a bad, dirty boy?

You disgust me.

Get out!

Forgive me.

Do you have children?

Yes.

A challenge, I'm sure you'll agree.

If you breathe a word of this to anyone,

you'll never see your children again.

Is that understood?

Good.

Heavy is the crown.

As I prepared to return to my homeland,

I entrusted the kingdom to my children.

I thought she hated Italy.

Well, that's how much she loves us.

When I return, I shall build the greatest palace in Europe

in your name

so that all Frenchmen can be proud of your achievements.

I shall try to be worthy.

You are king, God's chosen.

People will only see you

as you see yourself.

Look at me.

I believe in you.

Thank you, Mother.

Now, do not forget.

Charles is your king first and your brother second.

You must obey him and show him loyalty.

And I speak especially to you, Anjou.

Otherwise, you will have me to deal with.

Mother, you overestimate me.

I'm all bark.

Then bark less.

I trust you to take care of your younger siblings

while I'm gone.

I'll do my best.

I shall send word. Really?

I can't remember the last time I got a letter from you.

Well, there's always a first time.

And if I have let you down in the past,

please allow me to surprise you.

You may not know it, but you are always

at the forefront of my mind.

All of you.

We will miss you.

My sweetest boy.

I trust you to keep the peace while I am gone,

for the sake of my children.

Of course.

The kids come first, Your Majesty.

Always, always.

Glad you've decided to behave yourself.

Piss off.

Pigs need fucking, do they?

Not gonna fuck themselves!

Shh, shh, shh.

Is it true?

Is what true?

Did you set fire to that church?

That's what people are saying.

I'm a soldier.

I don't burn innocent people.

I knew it.

What did you know?

That you're a good man.

Any word from Aabis?

No one's seen her or her assistant.

Perhaps I overestimated her loyalty.

I thought you should know,

there's a rumor going around.

There may have been some survivors from the church.

It's just a rumor.

Well, let's hope it stays that way.

Otherwise, we might all just be fucked.

As God led the Israelites

through the desert...

...He led us through the fire.

He who sees all things

and knows all men's hearts

knows that no man is better than you.

And if those who call themselves

our kings and queens will not protect us...

...if they will insist on their lives of decadence

and corruption while we starve...

...then they are no longer our kings and queens.

For our king is in heaven.

And we must rise up in His name here on Earth.

♪ Come, they told me ♪

♪ Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum ♪

♪ A newborn king to see ♪

♪ Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum ♪

♪ Our finest gifts we bring ♪

♪ Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum ♪

♪ To lay before the king ♪

♪ Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum ♪

♪ Rum-pum-pum-pum Rum-pum-pum-pum ♪

♪ Shall I play for you ♪

♪ Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum ♪

♪ On my drum ♪