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Previously on The Serpent Queen...

I used to be just like you,

with nobody in the world to care about me.

If you learn to use your powers,

you will achieve greatness.

- How would you know? - I'm a fortune-teller.

My dear niece, your marriage has been arranged,

second son of the king of France.

Then something terrible happened.

I fell in love.

He's the best man I know.

And do you know what I learnt that day?

Never to trust a single soul.

I'm afraid I have bad news.

Your uncle, the pope...

Medici pig.

He's dead.

Don't you understand?

We will both be out unless you give Henri a son.

I must get pregnant.

I'll pay what's required.

With Ruggieri, there's always a price.

Find the man who killed my son!

Was it you or your dressmaker?

Someone's got to die.

Please!

Your new dauphine is with child.

When you find life conspiring against you,

you must find a way to change it to your favor.

I tolerated the nights you spent together.

I am his wife!

I'm where I want to be.

You joust in the ceremonies today.

It would please me to see you as you were when we first met.

Madame de Poitiers, the king is dead.

This is a family matter.

Your presence is no longer required.

My first order of business...

A decree that makes Protestantism

illegal on French soil.

Fuck off.

Banishment.

You fucking bitch!

I will wind her up and watch that silly girl burn

this country to the ground.

Do you have a plan?

Separate the king from Mary's influence.

I must ask you to reconsider

before we reach our destination.

Well, what happens at our destination, Mother?

An attack on the king!

What is the fate of a young boy when the fate of a nation

hangs in the balance?

It is everything.

Fuck! You're fucking mental.

I'm not.

I'm just better at this than you are.

Tell me where to find Antoine.

Montmorency will be regent.

I cannot just be forced to sign away the regency

to whomever has the bigger gun.

I don't see why not.

The boy, I had him sign over the regency

to someone capable of sacrificing their friends

and plotting with their enemies to rule France.

Why does it have to hurt so much?

I have something here that will take your pain away.

Give it to me, please.

And now you must rest.

And now I will leave you to live with your choices.

Hear ye! Hear ye!

Louis of Bourbon is pardoned for the crime of treason

by order of the new regent, Her Majesty, Queen Catherine.

I will write Queen Elizabeth in England.

And when she hears that some commoner

has stolen the throne of France,

she will be moved to help me.

Are you with me?

I am with you.

My cousin wrote to me saying that she

would help me in my time of need.

I'm sure you've been fooled

by a forgery, Your Majesty.

What?

I give you loyalty.

I imagine she realizes she cannot govern

without women like me on her side.

- Checkmate. - On the contrary.

I will spend the rest of my life

getting back at her for what she did to us.

Now she promises to make tolerance

the new law of the land

and break the treaty with the Holy Roman emperor.

Allow me.

Feels good to be bad, doesn't it?

They say that you get the life that you deserve.

But I say... fuck that.

Life is about what you are willing to do to survive.

And I am willing to do anything.

How about you?

I had been regent for more than ten years.

As my son the king was finally of age,

the royal family embarked on a grand tour of France...

Fuck off.

To ensure the loyalty

of their subjects...

most of whom were illiterate,

superstitious,

and increasingly disillusioned with the Catholic Church.

Higher.

Push, push, voilà.

Nothing like the grand tour

had ever been attempted.

I guess we're here.

Give me my shoes.

Looks like another shithole.

Hope they like jugglers.

It's time to play king, eh?

If only they knew you pissed the bed until you were 12.

Shut up, Hercule.

I don't understand why we all have to go.

You know the answer.

To bond the people to the royal family.

It's presumably so they don't want to kill us.

Of course, if they do want to kill us,

well, we won't know until it's too late.

His Royal Highness Charles IX, king of France,

has come to meet his subjects, the people of France,

along with Prince Alexandre Edouard,

the Duke of Anjou;

Prince Hercule;

and the Princesses Elisabeth and Margot.

How do I look?

What does it matter? They're peasants.

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

only born in the wrong place?

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

Yes, we were born to rule,

and they were born to serve.

Looks like it's showtime.

Look, the crown.

Dear subjects, it is my pleasure

to greet you in person.

Thank you for your fealty.

Maybe the children should return to the carriage.

Watch the robe. Oh, fuck!

Please!

That's far enough! Stay there!

- Quite close enough. - Stay back!

Not yet.

Back, I said! Get back!

Your Majesty.

Never underestimate the power of presentation.

- Pendulous. - Massive.

Hello, cousin.

Ah, heard you had a bit of trouble on the road.

Are you all right?

I was trampled to the ground by members of the public.

How do you think I am?

Crowd was passionate, I grant you.

They were fucking animals is what they were.

All part of God's flock, I'm sure you'll agree.

Ah.

Sorry we're late.

What did we miss?

Can I just say, unequivocally,

this grand tour, taking the king to the people,

this whole policy of tolerance has now gone too far.

It's a direct challenge to the order of things

and how they've always been.

It's a direct challenge to the Catholic Church

is what it is.

We don't expect you to be happy about that.

- Yeah. - Do you two idiots

have any idea how dangerous this is?

Princes of the blood, divine right,

where do you think that comes from?

The Catholic Church, that's me.

So when the people stop accepting my guidance,

you two are gonna have to prove you have something

to actually contribute to society.

Make it on your own, get a job.

Do you think you can do that, bollock chops?

It is my intention to unite the people behind the king,

not out of any fear of divine retribution, but by choice.

By choice? What, are we Greek now?

Peasants are like livestock.

They need to be told what to do.

The Cardinal underestimates the French people.

Montmorency's right.

There has been no religious violence

since we completed our grand tour.

I think we can safely say that my strategy

has been a success.

Indeed it has.

A golden age might just be upon us.

Might be overstating it a bit.

Most of the country still shits in the street.

Plumbing issues aside,

we're enjoying an unprecedented era of peace...

peace at home, peace with the Holy Roman Empire,

- peace with England. - And here it comes.

To that end, I'd like to propose a trade deal

with Queen Elizabeth.

Oh, you want France to ally with its archenemy,

- Protestant England? - Yeah.

Your Majesty, this is ridiculous.

The people will revolt.

The people will be too busy getting fat and rich

and building commodes to shit in.

I believe it's worth mentioning that we attained this peace

by acting with caution and deliberation.

Yes.

I mean, judging French prejudice towards the English,

now is not the time for such an alliance.

Oh, thank God for that.

But when France becomes a secular state,

it is something to consider in the future.

Secular state.

And there we have it.

That's your ultimate goal, isn't it?

We all have to evolve, Cardinal.

The Catholic Church has been in business for 1,600 years

not by evolving.

Then it will die.

What about you?

- Me? - Yeah, you.

Have you got anything to say for yourself?

May I respectfully remind the king

that your mother's regency is at an end?

You're entitled to have your own opinion, Your Majesty.

Of course.

Your Majesty?

Whatever Mother decides, I'm sure will be best.

So that's all we can expect from our king,

"Mother knows best," wow.

I will remind you to speak with respect to your king.

That will be enough for today.

Lady Rahima, I-I beg your pardon,

but this is my brother Bernard I told you about.

- The lace maker? - Yes, my lady.

And my cut?

- Five percent? - Eight.

Very well.

Come and see me later, and I'll give you an answer.

Reseal them and deliver them as bidden to your masters.

Yes, my lady.

Right, ladies, you know the drill.

Mouths shut and your ears open.

Anything you hear, you bring to me first.

Understood?

I think it's time we toast my big brother

after his historic victory.

To the king of all France,

the people's king,

congratulations on a job well done.

No one could have done it better, I'm sure.

To the king.

To the king.

Come on, then.

Let's have it.

- What? - I'm waiting for the insult.

Why don't you get it over with?

Insult?

Why would I insult you?

You're my king.

Just give the orders, and I'm sure I'll be

dragged off to the dungeon.

Or I could teach you a lesson myself, like I used to.

Ooh, well, I would check with Mother first,

just see if that's good for the brand.

I make my own decisions.

Really? That's funny. That's not what I heard.

I mean, what was it you said to the Privy Council?

Whatever Mother says.

Shut up, Hercule.

Mother is teaching me to rule.

I happen to have the forethought to want to learn,

something that might be difficult

for you to comprehend.

In fact, the rest of us can only thank God

I was born before you were.

Is that what you tell yourself?

Well, I've got some news for you, brother.

And this might sting a little.

But Mother's never giving up her power,

especially not to you.

That's why you're not allowed to make any decisions.

You think it would be different if it were someone else?

Hmm, well, now that you mention it,

I guess I would say that some people are just born to lead.

Like you?

Oh, come on.

I mean, you can't really think you're up to this.

You don't even have any friends.

And you have to admit, I do inspire loyalty.

I, for one, would do anything my prince asked me.

- Stand on my head. - Dress like a tart.

Or even cut your throat if I asked them nicely.

That's not funny, Anjou.

I'd be careful if I were you.

I'm obviously joking.

What's the matter with you two?

What, we can't take a joke anymore?

Stop it.

What?

- Stop it, Anjou. - I'm warning you.

Oh, right, you mean this?

Aren't you bored of black?

Maybe it's time for a new color.

I wear black in mourning for your father.

The people expect it of me.

Well, if your wardrobe isn't going to change,

there's no reason why you can't find yourself a new man.

You're not dead yet, are you?

I don't have time for such things.

The country needs me.

Almost as much as you need the country.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing, just...

Well, let's be honest.

You had us traipsing through every tiny village

between here and Provence

to strengthen the Valois grip on power.

And for better or worse, that's you.

Let's not pretend it was for the good of the country.

What is it?

A situation you might want to attend to.

Anjou.

Want to be a king, do you?

Charles, stop!

Stop. Stop.

Enough!

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

Everyone out!

Now, perhaps you can tell me what the problem is.

The problem is, your favorite son is a cunt.

Well, don't insult Hercule.

I'm not her favorite.

Christ, did you think I was serious?

I favor none of my children over another.

Of course. Well, if you don't teach him a lesson, I will.

What lesson are you gonna teach me?

Well?

What was the meaning of this, Anjou?

I'm sure you can see for yourself.

The king is clearly crumbling under the pressure

of his birthright!

Look, if you want people to take the Valois court

seriously, then why don't you just

give me an official position?

You are a prince.

What more do you want?

I want a seat on the Privy Council.

The Privy Council?

You're serious.

Some people have the temperament to govern.

But judging by what I just saw,

clearly, you do not.

You see, your sole purpose in life

should be to support your king.

Is that understood?

Is that understood, Anjou?

Yes, fine.

Whatever, I was joking anyway.

When I could,

I still found comfort in the forest.

Some habits die hard, I suppose.

Go on.

Can I stay?

Off with you.

It's been a while since I've seen you.

New friend?

An apprentice.

- Mm. - Mm.

Yes, you have been busy.

So were his subjects inspired by the sight of their king,

seeing the very pink of his flesh?

Did the royal family provide a balm

for the peasants' hard lives

with a touch of their soft, uncalloused hands?

- You mock me. - Only a little.

Then you agree with those who criticize my policy.

My only concern is for your welfare,

and therefore, I wish to point out what should already be...

painfully obvious.

You will never be able to govern by love,

only by fear.

You're wrong.

If the people love their king,

then they will protect him.

Then what are you doing here?

A dream, was it?

The same one?

Show me.

I find myself alone in the forest,

a place I know,

but I cannot remember how I got there.

In a tree, I find a mirror.

It becomes a bird's nest.

Inside there are ten eggs.

But only one bird flies free.

Enough.

It's just a dream.

Ten eggs for ten children, and you wonder what it means.

There's always a price.

If the price is my children, then you already know

that is a price I'm not willing to pay.

It gets easier, I imagine.

You've already buried four.

I was looking for you.

- Oh? - What are you reading?

Nothing. It's just something I found.

You know, you shouldn't let Anjou

get under your skin like that.

He's an idiot.

I know, and I'm an idiot for letting him get to me.

Hmm.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah, of course.

Do you think Mother will ever really let me rule,

make decisions of my own?

I mean, she's supposed to now, but...

I don't know.

Do you remember Father?

Not really.

Well, a bit.

- He didn't seem very happy. - Mm.

Drank a lot.

But do you know why he drank?

You can't wait for anybody to give you permission, Charles.

You must be your own man.

You don't want to end up like Father.

Thank you.

Bless you, Sister Edith.

Thank you.

Thank you, Sister Edith.

Bless you, Sister Edith.

- Thank you, Sister Edith. - You're welcome.

Haven't seen you in a while.

I told you I was traveling with the court.

Yes, the grand tour.

I heard about that,

taking the king to the people.

Though I'm not sure what good it will do them.

A country united behind the king

will be good for everyone.

What these people need is food,

shelter, honest work.

Believe me, I'm doing all I can.

- Thank you. - I'm grateful.

But do you ever imagine what you could have done

if you took the regency for yourself

instead of prostrating yourself

before the woman that tried to kill you?

We've been over this.

Catherine is the best person to lead.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

You consider yourself a good judge of character?

I picked you, didn't I?

And why did you do that?

Because you made me believe

there's something good in the world.

No.

I made you think there was something good about you.

Perhaps I was just telling you what you wanted to hear.

Edith.

Secular fucking state.

You're not even listening to me, are you?

- No. - I knew it.

My darlings, come kiss me.

Hmm.

What brings you to court?

Concern for my children.

What else?

Are you injured?

I'm perfectly fine, Mother.

Oh, thank God for that.

In my day, that rabble would have been strung up

just for laying hands on a member of the ruling class.

Well, your day's over.

Oh, and if the modern world is one where there is

no respect for order, I want no part of it.

I'm sure the feeling's mutual.

Wouldn't it have been much simpler

for you to live out your days

far from the court of Charles IX?

And surrender to our fate? No.

I'm well aware that the court belongs to Catherine

and not her son

and that her policies will lead to disaster

or misery for the House of Guise,

which effectively is the same thing.

Tell me,

what happens when the people decide

they can talk directly to God?

I'll be out of a job.

Well, that's just the half of it.

For starters, who is to say what God says back?

Without enforced conformity, there is only anarchy.

Well, perhaps, given time,

Catherine will start to see sense.

When it will be too late?

She must be made to see the dangers now,

when it can still be corrected.

And you know exactly how, I suppose.

Well, as a matter of fact, I do.

Hmm.

An unfortunate event that might bring her attentions

to the dangers at hand.

There is a church not far from here

whose congregation of infidels

worship their Protestant God in peace.

If they were to be made an example of,

something suitably brutal

and apparently random,

there would inevitably be reprisals,

a series of tit-for-tat killings

which would all soon escalate

into an existential struggle between the religions

in which Catherine and her marionette of a son

would have no choice but to side with us,

the Catholic Church.

France is a tinderbox.

All we have to do is touch a match.

You want us to start a war?

War is inevitable.

Might as well get it over with

while we still have the advantage.

I think...

I think she has a point.

I want no part of it.

Oh, sit down, Francois.

It's just a suggestion.

I've been down this road with you two before.

Do you remember your granddaughter,

our niece Mary?

- Oh. - This will end the same way.

I want no part of it.

So...

you got any other bright ideas?

Oh, don't worry.

He'll come round when he realizes the other option

is to cease to exist.

Feel that, Antoine?

The wind is blowing our way.

- Yes, exciting. - Mm.

But, uh, the Cardinal does make

a strong point, doesn't he?

I'm not sure I want to make it on my own.

Not sure I could, actually.

Maybe if I were challenged to a game of pétanque,

I'd make a fair fist of it.

But aside from that, I'd be fucked.

See, I'm not clever like you, Louis.

Fair point, Antoine.

But let me assure you,

no matter how France evolves,

the peasants will always need nobles to look up to.

It's human nature.

And since our father had the foresight

to adopt the new religion,

we are the peasants' natural allies.

You have to hand it to Father,

gambling with our status like that.

High risk, high reward.

Now we must deliver on their loyalty

by opening back-channel negotiations with England.

Back-channel across the Channel.

Excellent pun, brother.

But may I remind you, Catherine said no trade with England.

Uh, Catherine said no trade with England yet.

All we need is an introduction at Elizabeth's court,

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

- What? - Mm.

For fuck's sake.

You know I'm fucking terrified of her.

Afraid so. And your son.

Oh, God, no.

- He's awful. - Mm.

In fact, I think he might actually be

- a moron, medically. - Mm.

Well it's years since you've seen him,

so unless you want to make it on your own

as a professional pétanque player,

you'll get them here.

Your Highness.

My lady.

I interrupted your reading.

Yeah, you did.

That's why I come up here,

for the quiet, just me and the servants.

Now you.

So how did you get on on your grand tour?

Hope you gave them a good show.

You mean being paraded around in a pretty dress

and directed to smile at peasants?

It was all a bit nauseating, to be honest.

I thought girls liked pretty dresses.

Not all girls.

What I don't like is feeling like some piece

in my mother's game.

Oh, well, I'd like to tell you they grow out of that.

But they don't.

- Take it. - I couldn't.

It's yours.

I've finished with it.

You wished to see me, Your Majesty.

Yes.

Perhaps you're concerned with the Bourbons?

I hear Antoine has invited his wife to court.

Yes, first Antoinette Guise

and now Jeanne D'Albret.

Her presence must mean he's up to something.

He spent most of his adult life

avoiding being in the same room as her.

Maybe he's simply rediscovered his matrimonial duty.

Unlikely.

I was trying to be humorous.

Tell me what I can do for you.

I fear the king misunderstands my intentions.

Perhaps if you were to talk to him,

to give him a clearer idea

of what I'm trying to do for France

and for him.

He looks up to you.

Because he misses his father,

as you miss your husband,

I imagine.

I'll do as you ask.

I hear there was some trouble between you and your brother.

My brother is always happy to let me know

what people say about me when I'm not in the room.

People say many things,

most of which they don't remember in the morning.

These are delicate times.

Religious tolerance will one day lead

to a more stable society.

But we must give it time.

Time.

Of course, it's always time.

But how am I to know if my mother

will ever make way for me?

Before he died,

your father asked me to care for you as I would my own son.

I gave him my word.

I believe your mother is motivated

by what is best for you.

And if I have ever cause to doubt it,

I will tell you.

And when it's time for you to govern

with no advice or opposition from your mother,

I will support you.

You have my word.

I trust you.

I believe you trust my mother.

But you would not be the first to underestimate her ambition.

Drink?

I don't drink.

No, no, of course not.

Filthy habit.

I see you've fallen far without my supervision, Antoine.

Oh, depends where you start from, doesn't it?

So, uh, Henri, uh, what do you make

of the big palace, eh?

I raised our son not to waste his words.

Mission accomplished.

Keep them wanting more.

Good idea.

Well, perhaps it's time you told me

why you asked me here, Antoine.

Yes, of course.

Um, Henri, do you want to run along

so Mummy and Daddy can have a little talk?

Oh, no, it's all right.

You can speak freely in front of him.

He has no interests... aside from scripture.

No wonder he has so many friends.

Well, it-it's-it's quite simple, really.

Um, we just need to ask you the smallest of favors.

Do you still correspond with Lord Throckmorton

in the English court?

Yes. Well, he's an ardent believer in the new religion.

I don't think I'd be going too far

as to say our correspondence on the matters of faith

sustains us both.

So you fancy him.

- What? - Uh, n-nothing. Focus, Antoine.

Wonderful.

All we need you to do is, in your next letter,

ask your man if his queen would be interested

in exploring a possible trading partnership with France.

You know, we send them some salt from Normandy.

They provide some woven textiles,

you know, something small-scale to get things going.

Then we see what's possible.

That's all it is, nothing more.

Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.

No, I couldn't possibly.

- What? - Uh, why not?

Well, perhaps you've forgotten, Antoine,

but France is a Catholic kingdom.

And it seeks to destroy my faith

and consume Navarre, of where I'm queen.

Why on Earth would I want to promote its interests?

France will soon be a secular country

with many times more wealth than tiny Navarre.

And your husband and son may have more influence

in that newly secular country

than you could possibly imagine, if...

we handle things right.

So you propose a treaty with Queen Elizabeth

as a means to promote the new religion?

Amongst other things, yes.

Very well.

Then prove it.

Have your king make a gesture towards the Protestants.

I don't mean a speech to a crowd of peasants

but an unmistakable gesture of respect

for the new religion.

Like what?

Oh, there's a church not far from here

with an effective preacher, a young woman.

If the king were to visit her,

I would feel comfortable to do as you ask.

How are we supposed to get him to do that?

Now, I don't think that's my problem.

Matisse.

I'm late. I'm sorry.

You've been at that church again, haven't you?

You have a job, you know.

- I can find someone else. - But you won't.

Come with me, just once.

If you don't like it, I'll never go again.

I promise.

I'll think about it.

Your Majesty, this is a happy coincidence.

Is it?

Thought you hated riding.

So what diversion do my favorite cousins

have for me today?

Favorite cousins, what a lovely thing to say.

We could not help but notice your unhappiness

at the Privy Council meeting.

I must work on my gambling face.

Your mother means well, of course.

But she does have so much on her plate.

Hard to see the wood for the trees.

- What is it you want? - To help.

Word has spread about how the people received you

on the grand tour.

They do adore you.

- Yeah, they do. - Mm.

They're afraid of your mother,

and of course, that has its place, but...

a people's love for their king is a different matter.

It was quite a moment for me, to be honest.

For the first time, I felt like I might actually

be able to lead the people.

Well, of course.

And where would you take them, Your Majesty?

How would you lead France?

When this period of tutorial under my mother is over

and her policy of tolerance has created a stable society,

I will govern a country that forges

many international treaties.

I believe this is the way of the future.

Interconnectedness, a web of alliances,

free trade, free movement of people.

No one will go to war because everyone

will suffer in war equally.

Hmm, I knew it, Antoine.

You truly are a visionary, Your Majesty.

A seer. And is it not time to begin?

All it requires is a gesture,

something that shows the people

you are not afraid of the new religion.

Something that shows Queen Elizabeth

you're not afraid.

Something that only the king can do.

What is it you have in mind?

Perhaps the king could attend a Protestant service with us.

From what I understand, there is one not far.

The preacher is popular, a woman.

A woman. Always plays well.

Mm, word will spread.

The English will see you're serious

about a post-religious France,

ushering in a time for peace and prosperity,

just as you said.

It's how history will remember you.

Mm.

- Really? - Yeah.

Absolutely.

Then I will consider the matter.

I was actually quite moved by that.

He's a wanker, Antoine.

Really?

Yeah, a huge wanker.

You must be Thomas.

Yes, my lady.

Do you have what I asked for?

Is this what you're after?

I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't

for my father being ill.

Your sense of duty moves me.

He only wrote to help me learn how to read.

But he writes so beautifully,

I couldn't bring myself to get rid of them.

Until now.

You won't let anything bad happen to him, will you?

Of course not.

I'm his mother.

Hello, son.

Thought we might have a little talk.

I told you, Mother,

if you want to start a war, do it yourself.

Oh, I don't think it will come to that.

You may recognize the writing.

Addressed to a young man named Thomas,

a billman in the army.

Sweet boy,

rather attractive.

In fact, I see the appeal.

Where did you get it?

He sold it to me.

Along with others, quite a few others.

I had no idea that you wrote so well.

It's so heartfelt and descriptive.

You must have really loved him to be stupid enough

to put all that down on paper.

I mean, a quick fuck on the field of battle

when faced with imminent death, anyone can understand that.

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

your soldiers would never take orders again.

When your back is turned, they may do worse.

But... I don't want you to worry.

I will ensure your men never know of them.

At a price?

Naturally.

Do I need to say it?

And I want you to know

that I don't judge your preferences.

In fact, I respect them, even envy them.

This whole reproduction thing, it makes such a mess,

don't you find?

And anyway, you are my son,

however God made you,

and you will make me proud.

This I know.

Is there anything else, Your Majesty?

No, you can go.

What are you looking at?

Shh.

I spoke to the king.

He knows you have his best interest at heart.

For years, I thought I was unable to conceive.

Turns out, that was the easy part.

I suppose it's possible

we make too much of parenting.

When all is said and done,

we all raise ourselves, don't we?

You certainly did.

What is it

with you and Edith?

When I found her, I was a drunk.

She prevented me from killing a man

that tried to sell her to me.

The man was her father.

Now?

Now she's the closest to family I have.

I failed to protect my children.

I failed to protect your husband.

I do not intend to fail again.

If we're finished here, I will leave you.

Or you could stay.

So we might be a comfort to one another.

See, in that moment,

I thought I could be truly happy.

Checkmate.

You beat me.

He beat me.

Apparently, your son has inherited your luck, Antoine.

I don't believe in luck.

What do you believe in, then?

Preparation, calculation,

precision attack.

How intriguing.

Do you fancy a drink?

Can I?

Yeah.

Sure there's something we can give you,

isn't there, Louis?

Red or white?

I'm gonna get you pissed.

- Yeah. - Uh...

The, uh, king is here.

Oh.

I've thought about your invitation

and have decided to join my Protestant subjects

in prayer tonight.

Wonderful news, Your Majesty.

History will remember you.

Perhaps, but for now, my mother will know nothing about it.

Of course. Tancrede, prepare our horses.

"And when Jesus saw the crowds,

"he went up on the mountainside

"and sat with them.

"His disciples came to him.

"He said, 'Blessed are the poor in spirit,

"'for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

"'Blessed are those who mourn. They will be comforted.

"'Blessed are the meek,

"'for they will inherit the Earth.

"'Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness.

"'They will be freed."

"Blessed are the merc... '"

Burn it down.

You're fucking kidding me.

"'Blessed are the merciful,

for they will be shown mercy.'"

"'Blessed are the pure in heart,

"'for they will see God.

"'Blessed are the peacemakers,

for they will be called children of God.'"

What is it?

It'll cost you.

It's urgent.

What is it?

The king, Your Majesty.

♪ When I'm driving in my car ♪

♪ And a man come On the radio ♪

Ready my horse.

♪ He's telling me More and more ♪

♪ About some useless Information ♪

♪ Trying to mess My imagination ♪

♪ When I'm watching my TV ♪

♪ And a man come on To tell me ♪

♪ How white my shirts can be ♪

♪ But he can't be a man ♪

♪ 'Cause he doesn't smoke ♪

♪ The same cigarettes as me ♪

♪ When I'm riding Around the globe ♪

♪ And I'm doing this ♪

♪ And I'm signing that ♪

♪ And I'm trying ♪

♪ And I'm trying ♪