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MUFFLED SCREAMS

EXHALES DEEPLY

You will make the necessary
preparations.

I have my proof.

God has shown me the way.

We will see the prisoner together.

And set him free.

I knew you'd see sense.
The carriage is waiting.

I'll see him safely onto
the ship myself.

He must remain in France.

So how in the name of God do we
grant his freedom?

There is only one way
to finish this.

You've lost your mind.

We're talking about our own
flesh and blood.

And every breath he takes is
another curse upon it.

So say it, then.

Call it what it is...

..murder.

We have to protect what
we've created.

While he lives,
the Church can destroy us.

How can this be justice? He's
already sacrificed his life for us.

And having done so,
he now wants release.

God has delivered our father to us.
His fate is in our hands.

But we must shoulder this
cross together.

# I'm the king of my own land

# Facing tempests of dust

# I'll fight to the end

# Creatures of my dreams
raise up and dance with me

# Now and forever

# I'm your king. #

You are more alike than you realise.

We wanted to share a moment.
As one family.

I'm glad to see you together.

We share our duty.

Then...

I drink to my sons.

I thought I would never see
daylight again.

The mask was a curse
on every waking hour.

But at night I could only
pray for sleep.

But now, at last...

..it comes to free me.

And I thank you.

I thank you, my sons.

There is a time for love and
a time for hate.

And this is a time to move forward,
unencumbered by the past.

Our country is divided,
our people driven asunder.

The moment has come to unite them
once and for all.

A royal wedding will
galvanise the people,

to show France as
one family, complete.

For now, my priority is the
safety of my people.

I must put France first.

So His Majesty will wish to
secure our borders.

Emperor Leopold has repelled the
Ottomans, as we feared.

He will surely turn his attention
back to Luxembourg.

Then we will take it before
Leopold gets there.

With full force.

And what of the Protestant
forger in our midst?

There is no concrete evidence
yet, Sire.

Then look harder.

In the meantime I wish to revoke
the Edict of Nantes.

But...

..that was decreed to protect
the rights of all faiths.

We have tolerated the Huguenot
traitors long enough.

I must warn His Majesty against
such draconian measures,

in the strongest possible terms.

France is a Catholic country.

How can we be one family if we do
not share the same faith?

It is religion that divides us.

And it is through religion that
we shall be united,

under one faith, one law, one king.

What the hell's going on?

I'm teaching my brother a lesson.

I doubt we'll ever see him
round here again. Good.

Look, all right, all right.

Hey, look, I'm serious,
I'm ready for fireworks.

If you want to burn some buildings,
help me to start a riot...

And have us all end up like poor
Monsieur Golovine?

That wasn't your fault.
Yes, it was.

I have to live with that. No, hang
on a second. We need you.

You're the one who said we should
get people on our side

and do something. Well, I was
wrong, wasn't I?

Welcome to the inner circle,
Monsieur de Pins.

Now you are a noble, I trust you'll
make yourself at home.

You could be quite a success around
here, my dear Guillaume.

I have to pinch myself,
to be honest.

It doesn't feel real. Be warned,
Versailles is a lot more

accommodating when you leave your
soul at the door.

We all made a lot of sacrifices
to be part of it.

Yeah.

I just hope they're worth it.

Well, that depends on
your viewpoint.

You had to recant your faith,
did you not?

I was a soldier and a
tradesman before.

But look where I am now.

No regrets?

You do what you have to do
to survive.

Any further news of the
commotion in Paris?

The dissident printer has
been dealt with.

Permanently.

Good. Keep a watching brief on
the streets.

Look, I know you were there
last night.

The prisoner must have been very
close to the king.

The unfortunate soul took his own
life, and with his life his story.

He must never be spoken of again.

Is that clear?

Jeanne!

I think you should read this.

He can't do this. What?

"All Protestants must recant or
face the consequences."

Does the king really believe he
can defy history?

You have me at a loss, madame.

The Edict of Nantes was a
declaration of humanity.

Does he wish to return to
the Dark Ages?

The king is uniting France as a
Catholic state.

One cannot make an omelette
without cracking eggshells.

So he wishes to control our minds
as well as our bodies?

He will do whatever is necessary.

And the people will be grateful.
Then I pity the people.

For the good of the palace,

henceforth, all Protestants will be
confined to their rooms.

By order of the king.

Is it entirely necessary to creep up
on people like that?

Yes, when stalking a rat.

Very droll. Stick to
hurting people, Marchal,

leave the wit to those who
can wield it.

You are very close to one or two of
the Protestant nobles.

Perhaps. But I am a loyal Catholic.

Albeit with a reputation for
bending the rules.

Perhaps even with a skill
in forgery?

That's preposterous. Has your wit
deserted you now?

Has your conscience deserted you?

See that you remain in the palace.

Princess Isabella,
you are most welcome, dear cousin.

Good. Now, I have all the relevant
paperwork from my father, but I'll

need a full list of my duties, and
advice on the appropriate wardrobe.

You are the one who's on my side,
aren't you?

I think you and I will get along
like a house on fire.

I do have some butterflies, to be
honest, about meeting the king.

I have no doubt he will find you a
delightful surprise.

She's the Infanta of Portugal, Sire.

She has been considered a
potential match.

A new wife has been thrust upon me
without my permission?

I believe the Princess Palatine
has planned it.

She may be meddlesome, but she's no
political animal.

No, someone else is behind this
particular plot...

I had the bresaola brought in from
Valtellina, in the Alps of Lombardy.

You should try it.

One could surmise you do not
trust our French food.

It's too rich for me. My stomach
favours the plainer things.

Your grapes are sweet.

But Roman wine is too tart
for my tastes.

And what of our proposal?

I trust it has whet your
appetite afresh.

If I am to strike a deal
with the Vatican,

I'd like to negotiate terms.

You're not in a
negotiating position.

Now my niece is Queen of Spain,
as you anticipate,

I would indeed like to expand my
empire to include Portugal.

And this would please the Vatican.

But I will not marry the Infanta.

The Church wishes to facilitate an
alliance built on blood,

not risk the spilling of it.

I will take Portugal my own way.

This marriage is essential for
consummating our new arrangement.

Unless you want the world to know
who you really are.

I am the son of Louis XIII
and Anne of Austria.

And no man alive can
prove otherwise.

In that case I should leave
immediately.

The Pope will wish to confirm your
excommunication

as a matter of priority.

Well, that will be hard to achieve
when I invite you to stay

a while longer.

You would dare treat a servant of
Rome as your hostage?

No. Certainly not.

As my guest.

Corpus Christi. Amen.

Corpus Christi.

Corpus Christi.

Corpus Christi.

Congratulations, Sire. They're
recanting in their droves.

They are wise and loyal.

And what happens to those
who refuse?

Draw up a list so we might assess
the scale of the challenge.

And you don't wish to discuss this
with the council?

I don't think that's
necessary. Do you?

I am sick at the thought of who
we have become.

You're making a grave mistake.

You are treating your people
with cruelty. All of us.

I am doing my duty to my country as
best I can,

after much prayer
and consideration.

You're behaving like a god,
but you're not even a real king.

I know exactly who I've become,
a man chosen by God as his ruler.

So why do you feel the need to
throw your weight about?

Why do you have to prove you're not
just another lackey from Rome?

I don't have to prove anything,
I'm following God's will.

Bullshit!

You're making it up as you go along.

God didn't choose you any more
than he chose me.

We're just another pair of
squabbling brothers,

and I need obey you no longer.
You will do as you are bid!

You're a fake and we both know it.

Come on, then.

Let's see which one of us
God favours.

You've already killed our father,
what's to stop you from killing me?

Let's find out which one of us is
Cain, and which is Abel.

LAUGHTER

Ah, the good old days!

You weren't invited.

I was hoping you might be
able to help me,

but it seems like you are more in
need of assistance.

What do you want?

Perhaps you're aware of what's
happening at Versailles.

Or are you just too busy?

I'm getting inebriated and
having fun.

Really? Fun? So where's the light
in your eye?

You took an extra card.
He didn't.

Yes, he did, I saw him.

Bloody cheat!

Oh, for God's sake!

OK, that's quite enough fun for
today, Your Highness.

Come on, then.

What? You owe us an explanation.

There's nothing to explain.

Whatever's happened, you are a
shadow of who you once were.

Don't think you can worm your way
that easily back into my breeches.

I haven't the slightest intention.

Then fuck off and leave me alone.

That's not fair, Philippe.

You deserve better.
What's the problem?

I am who I'm meant to be, good old
Philippe, life and soul,

enjoys a party and cares only
for pleasure.

You are a lot more than that.

Am I, really?

I don't recognise you any more.

Neither do I.

Louis has done this to you,
hasn't he?

He's doing it to all of us,
one way or another.

You have to talk to him,

Philippe, he doesn't listen to
anyone else. You can't just give up.

He's gone too far.

I can't reach him any more.

Whatever your brother's done to you,
it's a damned shame.

It is an honour to be offered an
audience, Your Grace.

But I can't imagine how I can
be of assistance.

They tell me no-one else knows the
king's mind as well as you.

Lately, His Majesty has kept very
much to himself.

He should really have discussed the
Edict of Nantes with me,

before taking such radical action.

Do you disapprove?

As guardians of Europe,

the Church only wishes to
maintain a stable peace.

Despite readily offering your
support in war?

Louis is challenging the very
authority of our Church.

On the contrary, this demonstrates
his loyalty as a Catholic.

I wondered what he could see in a
low-born noble such as you.

If only our princesses shared your
faith and intellect.

Louis wants to consolidate
his empire.

This pleases the Pope,

but our relationship can only be
secured if he will marry Isabella.

The king makes his own decisions.

And if he does not comply he
will be excommunicated.

As a devout Catholic, I am sure you
would not wish his soul

to be damned as well as his empire.

I am not disturbing His Majesty?

You are always
welcome, you know that.

Not in recent times,
if I may be so bold.

I have been preoccupied.

Because of your dealings
with the Vatican?

Indeed. They have been a thorn in my
side for decades.

That is why you must marry Isabella.

You will have the support of the
Vatican and power in Europe

like never before. But the Church
would control me.

You need the Church,
just as the Church needs you.

They think they have me cornered,
but I will not accept defeat.

This is not a battle.
No, it is a war.

One that you can't win.

They will excommunicate you, Louis.

You spoke with Cardinal Leto?

You? The only one I can truly trust?

The Church is a terrifying enemy,
you dare not defy them.

You betray me, my own heart?

Think about it, Louis.
You can have it all. But not you?

I am a small sacrifice,

for you to save yourself and
everything you ever dreamed of.

I will never give in to blackmail.

You said it yourself, you have to do
what is right for you,

and for France.

All this beauty, and now I'm
forbidden even the sunshine.

The persecution is complete.

Then it's a good time for
you to leave.

I can't even leave my room.

I'm sure I could twist a few arms,
grease a few palms.

You would have me accept defeat?

Sometimes I wish I was born
with morals.

We're all born with morals.

Only some of us choose to keep them.

Maybe that's what I love in you.

Maybe that's why we can never
have a happy ending.

What are you doing? Protesting, the
only way we know how.

Goodbye.

Choices.

They are what define us as human.

Wouldn't you agree, Bishop?

The challenge of our existence,

in choosing one thing, we must
reject another.

I've followed the Church
my whole life.

She is a wise and loving mother.

My mother had wisdom of her own.

Even faced with an impossible
dilemma, she understood her duty...

..more than the world will
ever know.

God gave us his Holy Church, but it
was man who based it in Rome, yes?

St Paul himself.

But if the interests of Rome did
not comply with ours,

whose side would God choose?

I cannot answer, except to say
that as king,

you were chosen by God.

And if this king were to become the
leader of our Church,

he would require a bishop
with great authority,

one who would only be
answerable to the king.

# Kyrie eleison

# Kyrie eleison

# Kyrie eleison

# Kyrie, Kyrie. #

Royal authority is sacred.

God established kings as
his ministers,

and reigns through
them over the land.

The royal throne is not the
throne of a man,

but the throne of God himself.

God blesses you, Louis, supreme
leader of his Church in France.

# Kyrie eleison

# Kyrie eleison

# Kyrie eleison

# Kyrie eleison

# Kyrie eleison

# Kyrie, Kyrie

# Kyrie, Kyrie

# Kyrie eleison

# Kyrie, Kyrie eleison

# Kyrie eleison, Kyrie eleison

# Kyrie eleison. #

You missed the ceremony.

I know why you can't face
your brother.

It concerns the prisoner,
doesn't it?

He's dead now.

Why do you care?

I have devoted my life to
your family.

I need you to tell me the truth.

The king is not who he claims to be,
is he?

Cardinal. I trust you enjoyed your
sojourn in Versailles.

Please give His Holiness my very
best wishes on your return.

I will tell him everything that
has happened here.

He will understand, evidently,

that one cannot be excommunicated
from one's own Church.

You should also tell him that I
appreciate his kind offer,

but I no longer need his support.

I expect he will reopen discussions
with Emperor Leopold, post-haste.

Incidentally, I plan to take
Portugal regardless.

You have cut yourself adrift, Louis.

There can be no return.

Today you have the bearing
of the victor.

But tomorrow, I suspect,
may be different.

My hands are shaking.

That's perfectly normal.

The king is no ordinary man.
Just be yourself.

I know he'll love you.

KNOCKING

Your Majesty Isabella Braganza,
the Infanta of Portugal.

You are indeed delightful.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

My father offers you his
very best wishes,

along with an extensive portfolio.

Tell me, would you marry a king who
has separated from the Vatican?

To me it shows strength
of character.

I like a man who thinks for himself.

And have you ever lain with a man?

No, Sire.

Truly?

Well, perhaps one or two.

I thought as much. That would mean
I've acquired some valuable skills.

Good.

I rather hoped our relationship
would start based on honesty.

Does His Majesty plan to
continue taking lovers?

You said you sought honesty, Sire.

Your candour is refreshing,
if ill-advised.

You need instruction in preparing
for the wedding.

Madame de Maintenon will oblige.

Yes, Sire.

And for the record...

..the answer to your question is no.

I hear you met with the king
in my absence.

It was a casual conversation.

And what are you planning for
the Protestants?

You're far too squeamish
about these things.

I'm not squeamish.

I have moral courage.

There's a big difference.

The king requires us to be on
the same side.

I suggest you join it.

We weren't expecting you, Colbert.

I heard you were unwell.

It is my duty to attend all
council meetings.

I have drawn up a list of Protestant
families in Paris

who have yet to comply. Then they
should be confronted.

Confronted, Sire?

Those who have not recanted
should be arrested.

Their possessions destroyed
or confiscated.

And there will be special treatment
for their preachers.

Monsieur Marchal, you will assemble
all men at your disposal.

They will strike across Paris in
unison tonight.

You will arrest the rich, the poor
and those in between.

There shall be no warning
and no mercy.

Do you have a problem with that?

Monsieur Marchal, I'm
giving you an order.

No more.

Forgive me, I must speak with
you urgently.

Whatever I'm accused of,
there can be no proof.

You're not in trouble, but your
friends are in severe danger.

I am not leaving. For God's sakes,
wake up!

You must get out of France now.

This is my home.

I am a loyal subject.

I'm as French as you are.

Louis has ordered all Protestants
be rounded up tonight.

Including those outside the palace?

I fear for their souls even more.

God knows what he'll do with them.

I must go to my father. They'll
arrest you for certain.

Try and stop me.

All right.

Monsieur Marchal is nowhere
to be found.

I don't need him. Louvois can
oversee the operation.

He has no lack of moral fibre.

Are the troops prepared? Yes, Sire.

But it seems your brother has
left the palace also,

bound for his chateau at
Saint-Cloud.

Does His Majesty wish to
bring him back?

He no longer has the stomach for
battle. Let him go.

Not so big without your
musketeers, are you?

Do I know you?

Where's the shoemaker's sister?

No. Not here. But I'll give
her a message.

Hey!

Hey! Hey, stop!

Stop.

What do you want?
I came to warn you.

What's happened? Have you
recanted your faith?

Over my dead body.

Then you must leave Paris now.

You're in danger. He works for the
king, don't forget. Ignore him.

Ignore me if you wish. But you
should know, a storm is coming.

Damn right it is.

And you must always ask permission
to address His Majesty.

Just like home.

The king does not like to be
questioned directly.

I gathered that.

But you can be my lady-in-waiting.
You can keep me right.

Are you all right?

I feel flushed.

Perhaps I'm coming down
with a fever.

You know...

..you can talk to me.

I wouldn't be so sure.

The Church was behind this
from the beginning.

Please, don't try and tell me you
weren't involved too.

It doesn't matter.

We were fated from the start.

The king could never marry
someone lowborn like me.

We are all simply a commodity.

We just have to do what's
expected of us.

I have done nothing else.

That is why it hurts.

I've lost the man I love,
because it is God's will.

Marriages are like death.

The time and the season are
marked and...

..you can't escape.

I only wish what's best
for my country.

So you are doing what you
believe in.

Yet I've lost Philippe and
Fabien in the process.

For the first time, you have power
on your own terms entirely.

You are right to question yourself.

But you have won, Sire.

Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord
is with thee,

blessed art thou amongst women

and blessed is the fruit of thy
womb, Jesus.

Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord
is with thee.

FOOTSTEPS

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for
us sinners now,

and at the hour of our death.

COUGHING

Your presence is required, madame.

Sire.

Let us not waste any time.
I wish to marry tonight.

Yes, of course, Sire.

I'll fetch Isabella.
That won't be necessary.

I don't understand.

Francoise...

..will you marry me?

Open the door! No!

Get out!

SCREAMS

You bastards are out of control.

I should've slit your throat
when I had the chance.

That means he was telling the truth.

A WOMAN SCREAMS

Come on! Bastards! Get off her!

Come on! Come on!

Stand back. We just want the girl.

Let's go.

No, Father! Get those over there.

No! No!

This is wrong, Louvois!

This is the law.

GUNFIRE

Where is your Protestant God now?

My God will curse your
king for this!

Respice, quaesumus, Domine, super
hos famulos tuos,

et institutis tuis,

quibus propagationem
humani generis ordinasti,

benignus assiste, ut qui te
auctore junguntur,

te auxiliante serventur.
Per Christum Dominum nostrum.

Amen. Amen.

Get up there. Up you go.

The king must be stopped,
whatever it takes.