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Welcome home.

I beg your indulgence, sire.

I know.

It's all right.

But his Majesty has needs.

We are together now.

And, from this moment, there will be
no one else but you.

And this is my pledge to you.

I will help you fulfil your destiny.

And together we will fight anyone
who stands in your way.

Gentlemen.

I'd like you to welcome
Madame de Maintenon

as a permanent member of my counsel.

Now to business. Louvois.

Well, scouts tell us that Strasbourg
and Luxembourg have been fortified

anew, so it seems Emperor Leopold
might renege on the deal.

Have my troops loose cannon fire by
the city walls during darkness.

Fill his people with the fear of God
and keep Leopold distracted from

Spain. Excellent idea, sire.

Marchal, what have we learned of our
uninvited guest?

Our informers tell us Monsignor Di
Marco's record

is entirely without blemish.

So, why would the Vatican
send him here?

I want you to stay close to him,
Bontemps.

Certainly, sire. I believe you have
good news, Colbert.

A trader has arrived from the East,

who promises riches hitherto beyond
our reach.

He is from the Ottoman Empire.

Intriguing.
For our economy to blossom,

we must see beyond religion
and identity, sire.

Move! I require an audience with the
King immediately!

You treat your Queen with contempt!

Your Majesty,
the council is in session.

I've caught that vicious bitch with
my husband!

I trust this petulant spectacle
comes with adequate explanation.

You may judge that when you hear
what I have to say.

Your Majesty's determined to test
the King's resolve.

I refuse to tolerate your disdain
any longer.

Your worth is purely symbolic now.

You represent a vital link with
Spain.

I am your wife!

Not a commodity you can trade with.

You have value collateral,

but your betrayal means that any
relationship is untenable.

You talk to me of betrayal?!

This is ill-advised...

You have humiliated me in front of

the entire court
by fucking your whores!

You've betrayed me since the day we
wedded!

When I make one mistake, you think
you can put me down?!

Yes...

I lay with Leopold and it was a sin,

and I came to confess it.

But I did not betray your throne.

That's why I wish to see you,
to tell the truth and to say

that I'm sorry.

# 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. #

What happened?

Are you all right?

They wouldn't tell me anything.

I felt a little dizzy, that's all.

I suppose it's just the mockery of
the moon.

Oh, I'm so relieved.

I over-exerted myself,
but I feel strong now.

His Highness wants you to stay
confined to bed, please.

Her Majesty does not need to lose
any more blood.

Damn doctors.

I wish everyone in Versailles were
like you.

Then I'd be nothing special,
would I?

I hear you had words with the King.

I was perhaps too honest.

How did he respond?

No doubt he's laughing at me now.

I don't think he'd do that.

Oh, my dearest,
what would I do without you?

I trust Versailles offers adequate
comfort, Monsignor Di Marco.

In my order, we pay no heed to the
needs of the flesh.

Well, if there is anything I can do
for you, please ask.

Cardinal Leto sends his regards,
Monsieur Bontemps.

I don't believe the Cardinal and I
are acquainted.

But you and he have a long-standing
arrangement.

Why are you here? As a precaution.

You may return to Rome and tell the
Cardinal it is not needed.

But you no longer have the trust of
the Vatican.

The Duc d'Orleans has become
bothersome.

And you have become careless.

The King!

So, it's official, then.

It would appear so.

Finally, she's learned how to
dress like a King's mistress.

Though I fear the fabric is poorly
judged.

Is this the demise of the
modest mouse?

There was always a shewolf
lurking beneath.

It's in poor taste, parading her in
public when the Queen's ill.

He's doing this to humiliate me.

He can't seriously want her!

She's old, plain and barren.

He wants me in his bed.

I know it. If the King wanted you,
he'd have you.

You will have noticed,

we have no shortage of silk and
spice in Versailles.

But what I offer His Majesty, more
pertinently,

is a trading network,
a commercial infrastructure.

Controlling the routes
into all Europe

would bring huge financial gain.

We can supply the finest exotic
goods from Persia

and the Far East
to France and beyond.

And we can export French goods
through the same channels to Asia.

A moment alone.

An Ottoman agent in Versailles.

You show great bravery.

Or stupidity. My offer is sincere.

Do not play with me, Barek.

Why are you really here?

Sultan Mehmet shares your antipathy
towards Emperor Leopold.

He prays that his enemy's enemy
might become his friend.

He wishes to advance on Vienna,

and he requests your support.

The Sultan asks me to support a
Muslim empire against a Christian?

Might I remind His Majesty that his
grandfather

had a fruitful alliance with
Sultan Ahmed?

You may continue trade discussions,
but under the strictest confidence.

I will give my answer in good time.

The prison governor has surfaced.

Oh, yes? What did he say?

He was dead. His belly opened with a
single stroke.

Because we spoke with him?

That would seem likely.

He knew the truth.

That's why they killed him.

Somebody knows we're getting close.

Someone in the palace is
watching us.

If so, I would know about it.

What about Bontemps?

He's the only one here who's had
dealings with the governor.

That hardly makes him the killer.

Bontemps hit something in the hovel
to throw me off the scent,

and he's the one who lied
in the first place,

along with my brother. Bontemps is
not capable of murder.

Not even if the king ordered it?

Such requests would tend to fall
within my remit.

Unless Louis has a reason to keep it
from you, too.

Bontemps would do anything to
protect the King,

would he not?

We should discuss this with him
immediately.

No!

This is no longer just an inquiry.

That is precisely my point!

Two men have been killed and I was
nearly the third.

All the more reason to share it with
the King.

But I do not trust the King!

What have you learned about the
dagger?

Diaboli mors has an obvious biblical
resonance.

Yes, but the insignia.

It's the only evidence we've got.

My dear Francoise, you've been
hiding your light under a bushel.

Simply trying a new fashion.

And celebrating your elevation?

I am humbled by the King's trust.

And I'm glad, believe me.

In your absence, he's become
somewhat...

impatient with us.

The nobles of court?

Protestants in court.

He's imprisoned Augustin Dupuis for
no reason whatsoever.

The King always has good reasons.

Then the King is wrong.

On some things, one is best advised
to keep one's counsel.

It's me, Francoise.

I'm only asking you to speak up for
poor Augustin.

I don't want to trouble the King.

He has all manner of challenges on
his mind.

Then he should stop thinking he's
God Almighty himself.

I should remind you the King is
God's representative on Earth.

Then why does he see the Protestant
faith as a threat?

Well, perhaps that is God's
intention.

It is not for me to speak
for either of them.

My God... What has happened to you?

I've become reconciled with who I
once was.

I know exactly who you were.

And who I must be now.

You were one of us.

And it is folly to deny one's
history.

The Queen's strength returns?
Her Majesty is stable.

The doctor expects her illness
to pass,

but she is burdened.

We all have our cross to bear.

And what is yours, Madame?

I offer my humble apologies, sire.

Surely you can have no more secrets
from me.

No, but I was mistaken.

To enter the Kingdom of God...

..one must be born again.

Only now do I understand how.

To atone for my trespasses, I must
reject my past utterly.

My sins have been laid bare.

My dark days were during my life as
a Protestant.

And I thank the Lord for your
conversion.

But you were right.

They dare to question your holy
status.

Monsieur Dupuis simply said what
they were all thinking.

And you know...

you are chosen by God.

Perhaps the time has come to
show them.

Two years ago, one of my galleons
set sail for the Americas.

The vessel appeared robust.

The captain declared it seaworthy.

But he had spotted some woodworm.

Just a little.

A few tiny larvae,

presumed to be innocent stowaways.

The ship crossed the ocean with
ease.

But on the return journey,

the sails were raised and the
main mast crumbled.

What was thought to be woodworm

turned out to be the deathwatch
beetle,

and the body of the craft was
riddled,

eaten from within.

You see, the time to deal with the
menace was before he set sail.

He could have easily replaced a few
timbers.

His mistake was to ignore the
threat...

..however small it appeared.

It became an infestation.

I want to deal with the Protestant
problem as a matter of priority,

starting with a detailed inventory
of the Protestants under my roof.

But...

they have been compliant and loyal.

Their faith is private, between the
individual and God...

They dispute the natural order.

They challenge the authority of
priest,

Pope and His Majesty as our
God-chosen King.

Every Huguenot's a threat while he
shares faith with William of Orange.

Nevertheless...

Could I urge His Majesty to remain
lenient,

if only for reasons of taxation?

His Majesty should also remember

there is legislation in place
regarding

the rights of all faiths.

Why so fearful, gentlemen?

I am a reasonable man.

I do not wish to be cruel.

The challenge is to help them
realise their mistake and encourage

them to return to the one true
Church.

Precisely. So, I want you to
identify

all Protestant businesses
and let them know that

the King would look more kindly on
them if they were to recant.

And if they don't?

Their fate is in their own hands.

Now we must accept a woman as the
King's principal adviser!

I see no problem.

I foresee many, if he continues to
reject our input.

Because you may have to work
harder?

I strive night and day already.

I give the King my every waking
minute!

I concede that with this new
arrangement we must be vigilant.

Vigilant? We should be up in arms!

The edict of Nantes is there to
protect such vulnerable minorities.

If the King tears it up, there's no
telling where it will end.

Do you advocate mutiny?

I ask the council to reject naked
sectarianism.

This is religious bigotry.

The King has his reasons.

It's our job to facilitate him.

It is our job to do what is right.

A moment, Monsieur Bontemps.

I have business to attend to.

I thought you should be informed of
a murder.

You've been acquainted with the
governor of the Bastille.

And this concerns me how?

I wondered if you knew anyone who
might have reason to wish him dead.

In his line of work, I suspect there
are many.

And if you don't mind my
reminding you,

your principal priority should be
protecting the Royal Family.

It always has been.

The Queen has fallen ill.

Have you ruled out the possibility
of a poisoner?

Good day, Monsieur Marchal.

The death of the devil.

I read about this in my studies.

So, it's in the Bible?

It is suggested, yes.

The actual story's in the
Apocrypha.

A collection of holy scriptures that
the Church deems troublesome.

The insignia.

You've seen that before?

In Vatican records.

The symbol of an ancient sect,

the Knights of Damascus from the
third Crusade, I believe.

They were a clandestine order said
to have just one aim -

to protect the Catholic Church

and dispose of its enemies
with impunity.

What do you pray for,
Monsieur Bontemps?

Deliverance from evil.

I wish to see the prisoner.

I will not speak of that here.

You need not speak at all.

Just listen. No, you listen to me.

I've run this palace.

My services are exclusively to the
King.

There is a higher authority to which
we both must answer,

and you will take me to the prisoner
at your earliest convenience.

We gather to remember our good
friend, Olivier...

..taken from us so cruelly.

We ask you, our Lord,

to keep him safe.

And to fold his family in the palm
of your hand.

Amen.

Amen.

I'm so sorry.

It's from the palace.

A warning of what's to come.

It's not enough to tax us to the
hilt and murder our friends.

Now he wants us to give up our
religion!

It's an empty threat. We've seen
what he's capable of.

We have to stand up to him.

So, what are you going to do?
Recant just to please the King?

Get back to work.
While we still have it!

I will interview the prisoner alone.

Why is he tethered?

For his own safety.
You may remain outside.

I've protected this man all my life.

I will not see him suffer now!

The King will end my torture soon.

The King knows nothing of this.

And thus it will remain.

An uninvited guest.

I've worked out what you're doing.

And you wish to join me at my table.

You invited the Roman cleric to
Versailles, didn't you?

Why on earth would I do that?

Because I think you might be a lot
closer to the Vatican

than you're letting on.

Is this more paranoia from your
fevered imagination?

Give me a straight answer.

I appointed you to counsel for your
new-found maturity.

Don't give me more cause to
regret it.

Why is the Vatican holding the man
in the iron mask?

My dear Philippe,
since that bang on the head,

your behaviour has been erratic,
at times alarming.

This madness must stop.

I need you by my side, not chasing
lost causes.

I'm losing you, brother.

I fear it is I who is losing you...

brother.

Are we really expected to do
nothing?

Accept the world we live in.
Paint on a sunny visage.

There's nothing else one can do.

I dislike my name being on a list.

But it's my nephew that concerns me.

His entire future could be in
jeopardy

with a stroke of a catholic pen,

along with all other decent
Protestant businessmen.

And, on that subject, I had been
considering recanting myself,

so we might have more in common.

You would become a Protestant?

Well...

Not the way things are now,
obviously.

But, clearly, the sensible thing to
do now is

for you to become a Catholic.

You don't know me at all, do you?

I know you most intimately.

We had sex. Don't imagine that gives
you access to my heart.

But if...

..we were to marry as Catholics,

that would secure your position in
court.

I need no man.

And I wouldn't marry you if you were
the last specimen on this earth.

Ah! The famous shoemaker,
alone in the palace.

Have you lost your way?

No. Actually, I...

I was hoping to talk
to the Duc d'Orleans.

Perhaps I can help? Well...

I'm a loyal Frenchman, sir.

I serve the palace as best I can.

But I'm afraid that
I may lose business...

..because I'm a Protestant.

You're in luck, my boy. Really?

I wish to commission boots
for my entire infantry.

Yes, sir, I'd be delighted, sir.

The contract is yours in perpetuity.

On condition...

that you'll recant.

Did you talk to the Duc d'Orleans?

There's no point.
This can only end one way.

Well, so be it.

We can cope. We've been offered
a contract for the military.

It would secure
the business for decades.

But?

Guillaume, you'd recant your faith?

Just hear me out.

I don't believe it.
It's just saying a few words!

A few words before God.

It's about being practical
in the face of adversity.

You'd be rejecting everything
our father stood for.

Our father was a businessman, he
understood how these things work.

Yeah!

And he knew that principles
were more important than money.

I wouldn't be doing it for me!
I'm thinking of the lads!

They've been loyal through
all the bad times.

This is a chance to save their jobs!
They'd be grateful!

You don't care about them.

This is about you.

You want to be rich.

Just so long as you can
be a part of Versailles!

Well, I won't give in
to the King's blackmail.

If you've got any heart left,
then neither will you.

So, what earth-shattering challenge
are we wrestling with today?

Matters of the heart.
You wouldn't understand.

The Chevalier de Lorraine
has fallen in love.

He's purloined a new mirror?
No. The Duchesse d'Angers.

Him? With a woman?

They lack stamina but they offer
one or two more options than men.

I am here, you know.

The Queen requests
your presence, madam.

Don't discuss any juicy
matters without me.

You have somewhere to be?

Somewhere else.

I'm not trying to seduce you.

I just...hoped we could still talk
to each other without rancour.

So?

How've you been?

Busy.

You?

After a fashion.

How's your love life?

Solitary.

The true love that never
lets a man down.

You are really in love
with that woman?

I don't know.

Can't remember what it feels like.

It makes me feel marvellous,
thank you.

I remember it was good.

I know that much.

Having a real reason
to get out of bed in the morning.

Or staying in.

So what's the problem?

She's proving quite a challenge.

I don't know what to say
to convince her.

Don't say anything.

Find a way to show her.

How delightful to see you, my dear.

I feel fabulous.

Like a new woman.

You wished to see me, Your Majesty?

Yes, I have the appetite of an army.

Won't you join me in a feast?

I'd be delighted.

I can't help but feel I've been

missing out on the
pleasures of Versailles.

Today, I shall drink wine.
Lots and lots of wine.

If Her Majesty so wishes.

Mm!

But first, Her Majesty wants
a bath of scented rose petals.

My dear, what on Earth
are you doing?

Having some fun.

A facet of life I have
resisted for too long.

Want to take me for a ride
in the forest?

Perhaps the doctor
should have a say in that.

Won't you take me for a ride?

Touch me again and
I'll tell Mother.

She's calling me.

Can't you hear her?

I'm coming to you.

I will embrace you,
my heavenly angel.

You need some rest.
UNHAND ME, YOU FUCKING DOG!

I'M NOT YOUR PRISONER!

I can hear you whispering.

I can see you sneering,
I know what you're doing.

Tying me up,
pushing the life from me.

What's happening to me?

What's happening to me?

What's happening to me?

What's happening to me?

What's happening to me?
What's happening to me?

She's possessed by a demon.

I have inspected the Queen.

I believe she is indeed possessed...

..of a sinister spirit.

She's sick. It is her own spirit
that ails her.

And there is no question of poison?

The doctor has dismissed it.

You must go to her side,
she is heartsore.

I must advise against that.

Such spirits can only be
treated with exorcism.

Only the power of God...

can cast it out and save her soul.

It can be traumatic
for the unfortunate victim.

But it is the only option.

Do you know who saw the Queen
on the day before she fell ill?

I want the name of any servant
who was with her this past week.

We are in the dark, Louvois.

Can it be true?

Our Queen is possessed
by an evil demon?

You know as well as I there is not
a more godly person in the palace.

Why are you so anxious?

We are all anxious.

You startled me.
Perhaps that was my intention.

When did you last see the Queen?

I've just come from her.
Poor soul is suffering terribly.

Before she fell ill?

I met her in the salon.

Why?

Her lady-in-waiting claims you were
in her quarters the previous night.

Yes, yes.

Of course, that slipped my mind.

What were you doing there?

She was looking for me.

I get lost in this place
all the time.

The Duchesse came to my aid.

Yes. I showed the Princess to her
rooms, then retired to bed...alone.

Such vexation does not
suit you, Duchesse.

Well, aren't you going to tell me?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

What were you doing near
the Queen's rooms?

I wanted a word with her,
that's all.

So why did you let me lie for you?
It seemed convenient.

I don't believe you.

I'm going to tell Monsieur Marchal.

You will do what I tell you.

You don't scare me.

Maybe not, but Leopold does.

You work for my uncle?

Where is the King?

WHERE IS THE KING?

His hands are the claws
of a craven beast.

His tongue is the snake of poison.

His hands are the claws
of a craven beast!

His eyes are the pits of hell,

in which all mortals will perish

to tumble through purgatories!

For all eternity!

She is suffering terribly, sire.

You must go to her - she needs you.

What can I do for her?

Show her godliness.

What have you done to me?!

I beg you, let me go!

Begone!

You lied to me!

My flesh is on fire.

I beg you!

Give me peace!

Be still.

Peace be upon you.

Return to me.

Thank you.

The King...has cast out the demon.

It is a miracle.

The Queen remains gravely ill.

But her soul has been saved.

The King has performed a miracle.

Such wonderful news.

Word has it he saved her
with his own hands.

I witnessed it myself.

Our Lord moves within him.
Excellent.

So perhaps now might be
an apt moment

to approach him
with a modest request?

You see, I was wondering about
the Protestant arrangement.

We all agree it's a good idea,
naturally.

However, I was hoping His Majesty
might indulge certain individuals.

The Duchesse d'Angers, for example.

Her nephew's got a very bright
future in stained glass.

Perhaps.

As a Catholic.

I was praying you might
find it in your heart...

to help an old friend.

Incidentally, your services

as Master of Ceremony
are no longer required.

But...the King appointed me.

The King has total faith
in my judgment.

His Majesty should be pleased.

So many prominent Protestants
have seen the light.

I bless you for your
wisdom and humility...

and welcome you back
to the one true Church.

Corpus Christi.

Corpus Christi.

Corpus Christi.

Corpus Christi.

Corpus Christi.

I know who you are.

Knight of Damascus.

Who is the man in the iron mask?

The King...

is not...

chosen by God.

I can't see your face.

More candles.

It is daylight, my Queen.

So be it.

Will you be by my side?

I am with you.

I thought I would be afraid.

But not now, with
the darkness approaching.

Perhaps because I know
God will embrace me.

I admire your strength.

My faith has been tested often.

Yours is constant.

And I never made you happy.

Our life is not meant to be so.

That doesn't mean I don't love you.

You hold no regrets?

Just one.

I wish I could see the sunrise
in Madrid once more.

To feel the warmth
of home on my face.

Can you ever forgive me?

I should be asking that of you.

Of course I do.

We're all sinners.

We do not choose this life,
we do our best within it.

You are a man like any other.

Do you recall when we first met?

Of course.

You smiled.

I was so frightened.

All those cold eyes staring.

My hands were shaking, I thought
I would die, but you smiled.

Just a little.
And I knew you were a good man.

You should smile more often,
dear Louis.

How can I thank you?

Let's pray together as one.

Even for a moment.

Remember your heart.

I ask just one thing, Lord.

For my wife.

I beg you to give her peace.

Sire, the Queen...