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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 ♪