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He looks awful.

Nothing to worry about,
Your Highness. I'm sure of it.

Your diagnosis? Mild concussion.

Caused, no doubt, by the fall.

I didn't fall.

I was hit.

Careful!

Your Highness. Clothes!

Tell the king I want to see him.
You're not going anywhere.

I need to talk to my brother.
What on earth for?

The mask. What mask?
What are you talking about?

His eyes.

One of the prisoners
was wearing a mask.

Try to ensure he gets
the rest he needs.

He's right. You need to rest.

Not yet.

Not yet.

It is customary for the king's
adversary to bow after the fight.

In Austria, it's customary
for the loser to bow first.

This is not Austria, Your Majesty.
This is Versailles.

A clever ploy. A vicious attack
hidden behind a show of weakness.

History remembers the winner,
not the manner of his victory.

On the subject of winners,

it is time for us
to enter into negotiations.

Indeed. I received word
from Rome this morning.

They look favourably
on your guardianship

of Strasbourg and Luxembourg.

Excellent. Then it only remains
for us to discuss Spain.

Is there so much to discuss?

Our claims are equal.
We made a deal.

On King Charles' death, we split
the spoils. Half to you, half to me.

Much has changed since that deal.
Such as?

I won the war.

May I ask who won?

His Majesty was kind enough
to allow me victory.

His Majesty... It's nothing.

You seem... tired.

Nothing that can't be remedied
by a walk in our gardens.

How much of Spain do you want?

All of it.

Brother,
you really should be in bed.

I hear your imagination
is playing games with you.

I was just explaining to His Majesty

that you had
an unfortunate accident.

Accident?

I spoke with the governor
and he assures me

His Highness slipped and fell.

Nonsense.

I went to the Bastille
to see the prisoner.

The Duc de Sullun? Yes.

I went into his cell
and I was struck and I fell.

He wore a mask made of iron.

I am told that the prisoner's
real name is Macquart.

What? A petty criminal, deranged.

He believes himself to be a duke.

They gave him the title of
Duc de Sullun to appease him.

Why Sullun?
Have you forgotten your Latin?

Sullun is the inversion of nullus,
meaning "no-one".

And the man in the iron mask?
Does not exist.

It's all in your head.

Now, please, brother,
go back to bed.

No. No. Why not?
You'll soon be gone.

So let's enjoy each other's
company while we can.

It will only increase
the pain of your departure.

Can I trust you? Of course. Why?

I need your help. In what way?

Your husband is trying
to destroy the dynasty

our ancestors have spent
600 years creating.

He will claim all of Spain
on your brother's death.

The Habsburgs will soon be extinct.

What do you intend to do about it?
I will stop him. How?

My niece, Eleanor. She will
marry your brother, Charles.

And I want you to write a letter to
your brother recommending the union.

Why should I help you?

Because you're a Habsburg...

..just like me.

Because your husband has only ever
seen you as a political tool.

He abandoned you the day
he married you.

Since then, his only gifts to you
have been solitude and infidelity.

"My dear brother Charles.

"I am writing to you
concerning marriage."

They say that at Villarceaux

she spent her nights
on her back in bliss

and her days on her knees
in penance!

If you want my opinion,
and I'm sure you do...

The question is, what colour for the
forthcoming season? Blue or green?

Possibly a vexing proposition.

Duchesse.

She likes to parade herself
as purer than the driven snow,

but behind that air of prudishness,
Madame is quite the slut.

And the next time I see the king,

I have a good mind
to tell him about it!

Who are they talking about? Me.

But there's no truth to
these rumours? Of course not.

If you will excuse me.

Her Ladyship seems upset.

Tell me, Bontemps.

Do you consider it
the mark of nobility

to destroy a lady's reputation
with sordid gossip and lies?

No.

Neither do I.

Madame de Montespan.

Good morning, Francoise.
Are you well?

It's you, isn't it?
I beg your pardon?

Behind the rumours.
Why would I do such a thing?

Because you're jealous.

Of you? No, I think it is
the other way round.

Because I was ready to risk
everything and you are not.

Is it true you put other
women in his bed?

The king has needs
that must be satisfied.

These women mean nothing to him.

You're scared, aren't you?
Of what? Of your own passion.

You're scared that if you give in
to it, you will lose control.

You take refuge in piety and denial.

But behind the mask,
you're just screaming with pain.

Any word from Spain?
This morning, Sire.

King Charles is expecting
our imminent arrival.

Inform him we shall leave as soon
as our negotiations are concluded.

May I ask what approach
His Majesty is considering?

The same as Louis' -

lie, haggle, concede,
coerce, protest, and smile.

The king is dangerous.
I advise His Majesty...

I don't need your advice.
This is a game of cards.

The prize is Spain
and I have the trump card.

Thank you.

There is talk in the salon.

I know.

Is there any truth in it? No, Sire.

It is scurrilous gossip
designed to destroy my reputation.

And mine.

The king must know
he has my total trust.

I only pray that I have his.

Come with me.

Uncle, may I go to the salon?

No. You'll stay here and
practise your embroidery.

Embroidery is for spinsters.

Which is what you'll be

if you don't show a little
more humility and respect.

And I want you to befriend
the queen. Why?

She seems terribly dull to me.

She is a Habsburg, as are you.

Though she deserves
that title more than you.

But what shall I talk to her about?

Spain.

Spain?

Its people, its culture,
its traditions.

But I don't give a fig
for culture and traditions.

I want fun.
You are not here for fun.

You are here because I have
a use for you. Yes, Uncle.

The king!

To lie is a sin.

To slander is a sin.

To seek to destroy someone
through unfounded gossip is a sin.

A woman close to me who does
great honour to this court

has seen her reputation
stained by the poison of gossip.

In harming her, you harm your king.

This will stop...

..now.

Mademoiselle de Vasseur.

You are no longer
welcome at Versailles.

How embarrassing!

I feel sorry for her.

That girl is innocent.
Nobody here is innocent.

You started those rumours.

They're not rumours, they're true.

She deserves to be punished
for her past, just as I was.

I think you'd probably
better arrest me.

I never thought I'd see you again.

Thought or hoped?

Where have you been? Holland.

I took refuge in the court
of William of Orange.

What were you doing there?

That is where Thomas told me to go.

I was arrested, taken before
the stadtholder and questioned.

They asked me all I knew
about Versailles and the king,

and I told them all I knew,
which is not very much.

And then?

He asked me whether
I'd like to work for him...

..as a spy.

A spy. Here at Versailles.

Yes, Sire. I refused. Why?

Why would I serve a man
who has already lost?

Is that what you told him? No.

I told him I was
ill-suited for such work.

And he released you?
No, Sire. I escaped.

How? The guard was
susceptible to my charms.

I fled south, taking refuge in
convents and taverns on the way.

And now you wish to reclaim
your title and fortune?

I place myself at your mercy, Sire.

Bravo!
On such a wonderful performance.

I speak the truth, Sire.
Lock her up.

Then His Majesty would
not be interested to know

that William of Orange's army
is on the march.

10,000 men are headed to Austria
to support Emperor Leopold.

How do you know this?
General de Salm told me.

Another who was susceptible
to your charms?

Why would I tell
His Majesty such a thing

if I was a spy for
William of Orange?

I shall make a few inquiries
to confirm her story.

In the meantime,
she will remain under lock and key.

Very well.

Your Highness, the doctor was most
insistent that your remain in bed.

He is no longer my doctor.

And I know what I saw.

Go to the stables.

Tell Monsieur Jadot to prepare
a horse and a messenger

leaving immediately for Rome.

Dios mejora las horas.

Dios mejora las horas.

What does it mean?

You would say,
"After rain comes sun".

It's beautiful.

And what do the Spanish eat?

Well, the king's favourite dish
is rabo de toro.

What's that?

It's a stew made from the tails
of bulls killed by a matador.

And the king, your brother,
you must miss him?

Yes. I miss him terribly.

But I have his portrait here
to remind me of him.

It's not his fault
he was born that way.

As you can imagine, he suffers.
But he has a noble heart.

If you claim all of Spain
and its territories,

you will trigger a war
with every country in Europe.

I have just won one war and my army
is well-prepared for another.

This would not be a war
you could win, Louis.

It would be a war without end.
Is that what you want?

I want what is mine.
You think everything's yours.

What will you do if
the Turks advance on Vienna?

Hope it rains?

Or are you counting on the rabble
that is William of Orange's army?

The only person who can
protect you is me.

You already have
Luxembourg and Strasbourg

in return for your protection.

And I want Spain.
The Pope would never approve it.

Not even you would
challenge the Pope.

I'll settle on 80%.

My dear cousin, you know perfectly
well that is still too much

and I cannot give in
to your demands.

Then you'd better start
taking Turkish lessons.

I trust Your Highness
is fully recovered.

What's going on? Nothing,
Your Highness. It's just...

..an accident.

Cut his wrists, poor wretch.

His name? Macquart.

Why did he take his own life?

Would His Highness wish to spend
the rest of his days in here?

Who struck me? Your Highness?

Don't play games with me.

His Highness slipped
and hit his head on the floor.

I witnessed it myself.

The last time I saw this man,
he wore a mask made of iron.

Your Highness, there is no prisoner
wearing such a thing.

I would know if there was.

Take him away now.

Daddy's lying down
for a sleep in the hay.

Along come a snake
and he winks at the sow.

She lies on her back
and says, "Give it to me now."

Poor bloody fool.

Do you know who I am?

I know you better
than you know yourself.

Philippe of
Gutter, Arsewipe and Goat Dung.

Did you know the man in that cell?

Duc du Sullun. Macquart.

Everybody knows him. Nobody
knows him. Know what I'm saying?

Who was he? Don't look him
in the eyes. He'll eat you up.

Is he still alive?

He's undead. You can't kill him!

Did he wear a mask?
Poor bugger. Did he wear a mask?!

He'll kill you with his eyes.
Shut up!

Cain, brother of Abel.

Two brothers drenched in blood
and cursed forever!

Cain, brother of Abel.

Good morning.
Good morning, Your Highness.

May I?

He's beautiful.

Thank you.

Your Highness, if I may.

I don't mean to seem impertinent,

but I think you are making
a grave mistake by keeping him here.

Is that so? Well, it is not
the right environment for a child.

May I ask,

what gives you the right to tell me
how to look after my child?

I was a governess.
Yet never a mother. Alas, no.

You'd think one of your many lovers
would have solved that problem.

It would seem your reputation

for honesty and integrity
is ill-deserved.

Well, that went well.

You're sure there is
no error in the calculations?

I'm certain, Sire.

The money required to finance
our expansion into the Americas

and the fortification of our borders

will add another two million
to the deficit.

What of the new taxes?

In place, Sire, but the people
are refusing to pay them.

The people of France must learn
to respect and obey the law.

But, Sire...

..how on earth...?

Inspire them.

Yes? Sire, the rumours
regarding Madame de Maintenon.

I've discovered their source.

Who was it?

Bring her to me.

We cannot allow this.
It could damage the business.

It's not their fault
if they can't pay.

Of course they can pay.
They just don't want to.

Tell me.

Who here has not paid their taxes?

Raise your hand.

You would disobey your king?

I have always paid my taxes,
but not these.

The king's gone too far.

The taxes are for the common good.

I tell you what. If you want us to
pay our taxes, give us more money.

If I pay you more money,

the business will fold
and you'll be out of work.

Whether we work or not,

most of us are going to die
in rags and poverty.

Will Louis the Great shed a tear?

Come.

There is a piece of paper
on the table.

You will read it aloud
and then sign it.

"I, the Marquise de Montespan,
do hereby renounce

"and relinquish my place
at the court of Versailles.

"I pledge to sever all contact
with anyone I may know at the palace

"and will take no further
part in court life.

"I shall devote the rest of my days
to prayer and charitable works.

"I have sinned,
and I accept my penance."

Your affairs have all been prepared.

A carriage will take you immediately
to the Convent of St Ursule.

You will never return here.

The condemned normally
has a right to a last word

before being led away.

Where I once saw
the warm face of a man,

I now see
the stone face of a tyrant.

You treat those around you
like slaves

and you place yourself
beyond mortal sway.

But remember the story of Icarus.

Fly too close to the sun
and you will fall and drown.

The dance is over.

Go.

In time I will forgive her.

But I will never forget.

Sire!

I apologise. Had I known...

How long have you been there?

Let me get you a...

Thank you.

I wanted to thank you for
what you said in the salon today.

You defended my honour.

I was honoured to do so.

Please stop.

I can't.

Why not?
Don't tell me you don't want to.

Enough.

His Majesty takes advantage
of his station.

Sometimes, I don't know
what my station is with you.

I would ask you to leave.

Sire?

The Marquise de Canchy
awaits His Majesty in his room.

I thought you weren't going to come.

I've changed my mind ten times.

Did you write the letter? Yes.

Good morning, Sire.

I trust you passed
a satisfactory night.

Come join me a moment.

Something amuses His Majesty?

Everyone looks at a king and says,

"I would give anything
to be in his place.

"All he wants is his."

But they see only the surface.

They see nothing of
the shadows below.

No-one has all he wants, Sire.

Not even a king.

Look.

From the darkest shadow
springs the brightest light.

You've come to torture me?

My men have checked every detail
of your journey from Holland.

It seems you were telling the truth.

You sound almost disappointed.

The king has given permission
for your release.

You are once again
the Duchesse de Cassel.

You still don't trust me, do you?

No.

You may be free...

..but whatever you do, whoever
you talk to, wherever you go...

..I'll be watching you.

Even when I retire to my chambers?

Give me a smile.

OK. There.

That's it.

Philippe, he smiled.

Come and look.
He's simply adorable.

Look at those blue eyes.
Aren't they beautiful?

What did you say?

I said, look at those blue eyes.

Where are you going now?

Your Highness.

Does the name Macquart mean
anything to you? No. Should it?

Probably not.

A thief held in the Bastille.

When I saw him for the first time...

..his face was hidden
behind an iron mask.

When I went again
to the prison yesterday,

they were removing a dead
body from his cell.

Macquart? That's what
someone wants me to believe.

He wore the same clothes
and was of similar size.

But the first man
I saw had blue eyes.

The man yesterday had brown eyes.

And why has His Highness
approached me on this matter?

Because I want you to help me get
to the bottom of this. I'd like to.

However... You only serve the king.

Precisely.

Then don't see this as work.

See this more as a leisure activity.

I know you're intrigued.
I can see it in your eyes.

Length, nine inches.

Arch, three and nine.

Tell me about the mood
of the people in Paris.

They are happy, Sire...

..to be ruled by
so generous a monarch.

Yet life is hard for them.

I understand they are unhappy
about paying their taxes.

Nothing that is not cured
by hard work, Sire.

But I'm sure there must be
some who despise their king.

There will always be those, Sire.

They do not see the glory of France.

They think only of themselves.

They are hungry.

Mind your tongue.

It's quite all right.

I'm rather enjoying this discussion.

You must understand that
a king is only there

to serve his people and his country.

To defend the land,
to develop trade and commerce,

to pay for construction.

All these things require money

and the only way to raise money
is through taxation.

Is that so wrong?

It is...

..if it bleeds the people dry.

The people His Majesty
claims to serve...

..believe he serves
only personal ambitions.

What my sister meant to say is

there are certain greedy
and selfish people.

No. What I meant to say
is what I said.

But you are wrong.

I do not seek glory for myself,
but for France.

Your people care little for
the glory of France, Sire.

They are grateful for
clean water and lighting,

but neither will
fill their stomachs.

I thank you for your honesty.

Have you lost your mind?

Have you forgotten your origins?

You used to be a friend of
the people. Now you've turned into

exactly the sort of money-grabbing
coward you used to despise.

The king has bestowed great honour
on our family and our business,

and you just threw it
back in his face.

He asked me what I thought
and I told him.

Would you have me lie? Yes. Why?

Because he's the king!

And one should always
lie to the king?

Your Highness. You have news?

I've spoken to my agents in Paris.

It appears that Macquart
was well-known to the police.

Ten counts of petty theft,
two of extortion.

But, by and large, a harmless fellow
simply trying to feed his family.

So if he was just a petty criminal,
what was he doing in the Bastille?

He was not in the Bastille.

He was imprisoned in Clichy.

Someone must have moved him
to the Bastille.

And the Pope promises to look
favourably on the match?

Yes, Your Majesty.

His concern is that the balance
of power is maintained.

If Louis acquires Spain
then all of Europe will follow.

He needn't worry about that.

Louis, I have good news and bad.

The good?

I have examined all the options

and have concluded that
your proposal to take 80%

of Spain and its possessions
on Charles's death is the best.

Your generosity surprises me.
There's nothing generous about it.

I've had enough of war.
My army is exhausted.

My people are broken.
They want peace and stability.

I believe this to be the
best way to give them that.

And the bad news?

I must leave you. My people need me.

You will be missed.
Come. Let's embrace.

As cousins and as allies.

Tomorrow I will return to Vienna.
Of course.

And tonight we will celebrate
the signing of our agreement.

No.

Please.

Don't take him away.
Let me talk to the king.

It is the law of the palace,
Your Highness. I'm sorry.

Get your hands off him!
Your Highness!

Take him away
and you take away my heart.

This is no place for children,
Your Highness.

It is for the best.

People of Paris,

I am here to remind you
of the shared vision

that binds us all together...

..and of the wonder of our king,
Louis.

You have chosen to
question his authority.

Our great king
has only one purpose -

to further the glory of France.

But we all must make sacrifices,
just as he does.

We must believe as he does,

dream as he does,

suffer as he does.

We must trust in him
as he trusts in us.

Why should we trust him? So he can
steal our money more easily?!

The king steals from no-one.

He raises taxes which he
then returns to his people.

Look at his gifts.

Education, roads, clean water,
street lighting, glory!

And poverty! Glory, my arse!

Listen!

We all must do our duty,
just as he does his!

Leopold has offered
80% of Spain and its possessions,

but I need the weight
of the Vatican behind it.

You will go to Rome to
ensure their support.

As you wish, Sire. But...

Remind the Pope where his loyalties
should lie and remind him

that the bastion of the Catholic
Church is France, not Vienna.

Sire, I cannot see
what sort of influence

I could expect to have
over his Holiness.

If you're convinced the journey
is a waste of your time

then by all means remain here.

You could make yourself useful

by drawing up a list of suitable
candidates to replace you.

The king must be informed. No.

If you discuss the matter with him,

he will order you to stop
this investigation. Why?

In part because he believes it to be
a figment of my imagination. And?

Give us a few more days
before informing him.

Your Highness, you compromise me.
Then tell him.

A few days then.

Did you know that the Spanish
word for cavalier is caballero

and the word for
tresses is cabellera.

And she told me all about the men.

Very passionate, apparently.

Do we have to return to Vienna?

Can't we go to Spain?

We are going to Spain. Splendid.

Just as long as
I don't meet the king.

You should see his portrait.
Oh, you will meet him. But why?

Because you're going to marry him.

Your mother's already
on her way to Madrid.

We'll meet her there in three
weeks' time. We leave tomorrow.

I refuse.

If you think I'm going to
marry that hideous...

You will be queen of Spain.

You should be grateful.

Sire! Sire, a small matter
which may be of interest.

We have received
a report from Perpignan.

A cavalcade of Austrian nobles has
been spotted crossing into Spain.

Do we know why? No, Sire.

A family gathering perhaps.

And why do families gather?
For funerals.

And weddings.

Your Highness.

What a relief to see
the face of a true friend.

Where have you been?
In a convent.

Well, I am pleased
to see you returned.

The last time I saw you,
you were expecting a child.

May I ask...? A son. Philippe.

Where is he now?

Taken from me.

On whose orders?

The king!

Louis...

..your hospitality is
the envy of the world.

I thank you.

I think you'll find
everything in order.

It is all as we agreed?

Incidentally, a small matter.

Your niece, Eleanor. Yes?

I would like her to remain here
with us at Versailles.

I'm sure she'd prefer to return
to her family in Vienna.

And she will do so very soon.

In the meantime, let her stay here.

We shall show her
all the wonders of Versailles.

It's a kind offer, but...

My wife has conceived
an affection for the princess.

She would enjoy her
company for a few months.

Would that please you?

Yes, Sire.

Then it's settled.

I give my word that she
will be well looked after.

Who knows?
We may even find her a husband.

As you wish.

Ladies and gentlemen of the court,

tomorrow we say farewell to someone
who, two weeks ago, was an enemy.

Blood has been replaced by wine,

war by peace.

We are now allies

and friends.

A volunteer, please! Somebody
willing to make a fool of himself.

The forthcoming, a favourite
pastime of the Duc d'Orleans,

were he not sadly absent.

Louvois!

On second thoughts... perhaps
someone a little more sprightly.

I shall take his place.

A brave proposition from the king.

Do I need to remind
His Majesty of the rules?

No.

Ole!

Sire?

You heard what the king said?

What will you do?

Not me. You.

What do you want of me?

Courage.

My God.

Who did this to you?

The people of France, Sire.