Versailles

On the streets of Paris, I hear you call yourself...

..justice.

First, you steal our money.

Then, our loved ones.

Yet, they did no nothing to harm you.

Or the King.

So, today...

..I am justice.

A scar for every day the King keeps them imprisoned.

Sire, Monsieur Marchal has many enemies and many of them would seek

the opportunity to do him harm.

No. He is not the target.

I am. This is a reprisal for the prisoners taken in Paris.

I have three options.

Execute the prisoners,

take Paris apart brick by brick until Fabien is located, or both.

If I may say, sire, both options seem excessive.

They almost killed you.

They've abducted of my head of security.

That is excessive!

Gather some men. Start at the place where we took the prisoners.

Knock on doors. Knock them down, if necessary.

How dare they? If it weren't for me, they would be living in squalor!

And where the hell is my brother?

I have no idea, sire.

No! No! No!

Brother, your absence has been noted.

I had important matters to attend to.

More important than a meeting of council?

I saw him. The man in the iron mask.

But before I could speak to him, I was attacked.

Who attacked you? The men who were guarding him,

but they're not just ordinary guards.

They are ready to kill and to die.

Did they know who you were?

There wasn't time for formal introductions.

So, what are you going to do?

Perhaps I can help. In Monsieur Marchal's absence,

I could accompany His Highness to

the place where these events occurred,

and help him to unmask the attackers.

Brother? I wouldn't want to take you away from important business.

What could be more important than

ensuring His Highness's peace of mind?

Oh, forget my peace of mind.

I just want to know who tried to kill me.

It's a long time since anyone lived here, Your Highness.

Apart from poachers perhaps.

Or vagrants.

Never heard of a vagrant with an armed guard.

No, of course not.

And he was where when you saw him?

Here, where I'm standing now.

I saw him through... Well, that window there.

Shall we search outside?

Excellent idea.

I want you to visit all the houses in the area.

Question the inhabitants - have they seen anyone suspicious,

who does this house belong to,

and then go back to them by the end of the day.

I'm beginning to wonder whether I imagined the whole thing.

Your Highness, I believe that you saw someone.

The question is whom?

And I am as determined as you are to get to the bottom of it.

Thank you. May I suggest that we return to the palace?

Thank you.

Your Majesty.

I thought you were on your way to Spain.

I felt ill and decided to turn back.

Are you recovered? Yes.

Then, it's not too late. I shall arrange another carriage and

send word to the Emperor that you're on your way. No.

Your Majesty, I urge you to leave.

My mind is set. I realise my duty lies here.

Your Majesty, remaining here carries its own dangers.

You mean the King?

He shall not find out.

As you wish.

Have you received word from Leopold?

No.

Come now, you have to eat.

Oh, my God!

You know who that man is? Of course.

What the hell is he doing here?

I brought him.

Well, he took my son. And you think this will bring him back?

Yeah. You bloody fool!

The King's musketeers are already searching the city.

What if they find him here? He'll more likely get us all killed!

And what about Tristan?

Look, I am sorry for you.

And for him. But he cannot be my sole concern.

Yeah, what is your sole concern?

Buying favour with the King, perhaps? Eh?

My brother is right.

It was a stupid idea.

But our cause is not lost.

We must go straight to the palace and say that we have found him.

So, you'd betray me? No.

We refuse to give your name.

We say that we're here on your

behalf to negotiate an exchange of prisoners.

We?

You.

I see Her Majesty's fully recovered.

You seem disappointed.

Only for you.

I know how much you wanted to see your brother.

What was ailing you? Just a slight chill.

If so slight, why did you not continue the journey?

I feared that with the travel, it would get worse.

I assume you've already made plans to leave again soon.

No, I decided to stay.

And your brother? Why all these questions?

His Majesty will drive me back to the sickbed.

Well, since your brother is not expected to live long,

I merely assumed you would be determined to see him.

He no longer needs me.

A visit would have been for my benefit alone,

and I'm well used to denying myself.

Has Madame de Maintenon kept her silence since her departure?

I have not heard from her.

Nor do I wish to. Losing a close friend such as she can be difficult.

Unless the friend is not as loyal as you thought they were.

Thank you for accompanying me.

It was a pleasure and an honour.

I shall report back to His Highness as soon as my men have carried out

their investigation. No, I think we should call off the investigation.

Your Highness?

I have considered the matter and...

..I think my brother was right.

There are things more important than

a wild chase after a man in an iron mask.

As His Highness wishes.

I'm sorry this happened.

I do not blame you.

I'm grateful for your care.

How long have you served the King?

All my life. And does it not bother

you to just do exactly what the King says?

'Tis an honour to serve His Majesty.

My loyalty is recognised.

And is he loyal to you?

Of course.

But for how long?

He may dress you up in fine clothes,

but at the end of the day, you are no more than a useful tool,

and as soon as you have outlived your usefulness,

you will find yourself tossed into a common grave

just like the rest of us.

Do you know what it is to be poor?

To work from dawn till dusk every day?

I have seen poverty.

Suffering, horrors beyond your worst imagining.

And what about injustice?

It's all around you and you do nothing to stop it.

You're a fool. You should learn to curb your tongue.

And you should learn to open your eyes!

To what?

The truth.

I've been to Versailles.

I have seen the King and his court gorged on wealth and opulence.

Fat from wine and food.

Idle and gambling in debauchery.

That is the way of things.

We must all learn to accept our lot.

Must we?

You think you can dictate terms to me, to the King of France?

You dare tell me what to do?

Not I, sire.

The people who took Monsieur Marchal.

Give me their names.

I cannot, sire. Why not?

Because I do not know their names. You expect me to believe you?

What's going on?

The people who took Marchal want to

exchange him for the prisoners we took. I want their names.

This fool says he doesn't know them! You're wasting your time.

I know this man. If he says he doesn't know,

then it's the truth.

We thank you for your help. I thank you for yours.

A straight exchange sounds like a reasonable solution to me.

You'd have them get away with this? If it saves Marchal's life, why not?

Because I am in no mood to be reasonable!

Your vision is blurred, brother.

Treat the people fairly, and they will treat you with respect.

Treat them with cruelty and excess, and they will turn against you.

All that matters is getting Fabien back.

I shall supervise the exchange myself.

Very well. But he must be released first.

When I set eyes on him, then I shall release the prisoners.

Fair enough.

Duke.

Sire?

A word before you go.

Sorry.

You should never apologise for winning.

I had sensed you had your heart set on leaving.

I have now set my heart on staying.

What changed your mind?