Versailles

Good morning.

Good morning.

Are you preoccupied, my love?

I went to bed last night happier than I have ever been.

But then I woke up.

I'm sorry.

You owe me no apology.

I know how much you have sacrificed for me.

I have everything a king could ever want.

Except a queen.

That is why you married me in secret.

What are you doing?

To protect your reputation. For the good of the crown.

It is enough that you and I know the truth.

Do you ever think about what you will leave behind when you die?

Just ashes and fading memories...

..or something that will last for all eternity?

You have already built something for eternity.

A palace.

An empire.

Yes, but at what cost?

I will bring the Dauphin to Versailles.

It is time for him to learn what it is to be King.

And your brother?

What of him?

Perhaps you should let him go.

Allow him his freedom.

What makes you say that?

Well, sometimes,

it is not the future that stands in our way, but the past.

No.

The force that binds us together is stronger than the force that

drives us apart.

I need him.

And he needs me.

It's Monsieur Marchal, sire.

He's been seen. Where?

In the town during the disturbances last night.

Sire, we must assume he knows everything.

He had already guessed there was a close connection between

yourself and the prisoner in the mask.

For all his loyalty in the past, he is now a deadly threat.

Send for musketeers.

Search every building, every nook and cranny.

Tell them he must be found.

I will take charge of the search myself.

Sire?

If he resists?

Hey.

You think you can return to a normal life?

Yeah.

I'd like you to join us.

Nah.

I have my own plans.

What sort of plans?

Bastien.

We got word of a carriage of muskets being transported

from the palace tomorrow.

We're going to raid the convoy.

Are you mad? You'll all be slaughtered like lambs!

Well, if I'm going down,

I'm bringing some of Louis's men with me. Musketeers!

You, go upstairs.

Hey, get over here.

We're looking for a fugitive.

Marchal.

You may have encountered him before.

Formerly head of the royal police force.

He has no friends here, but as soon as we find him,

you'll be the first to hear.

A purse of gold for whoever turns him in.

Death by hanging for anyone found helping him.

And if you see the Protestant woman who used to work here,

I suggest you turn her in likewise.

Of course.

All right?

You still think you can have a normal life?

Head down to the river.

Check the customs houses.

Yes, sir. Wait. This way.

Try to get him alive.

But if he puts up a fight, do what must be done.

"Thanks to the sterling efforts of our security service,

"a nefarious plot by Protestant anarchists to assassinate

"His Majesty was discovered, thereby compelling His Majesty's

"forces to seize their properties and imprison the ringleaders."

How many?

Over 10,000 imprisoned.

They shall be sent to work the galleys.

And the pastors?

17 executed so far.

I want to meet the people of France.

I want them to see me not as their tormentor but as their saviour.

May we ask how?

The tradition of the thaumaturgy.

I will lay my hands on the people.

To those who doubt, I shall bring faith. To those who grieve, comfort.

To those who are sick, healing.

I think that's an inspired idea, sire.

So will His Majesty bring the people to the palace

for this ceremony?

No. I shall go to them.

To Paris?

By seeing that I trust them, they will know that they can trust me.

Sire, may I urge you to consider the risks of doing this?

I have.

I have also considered the risks of NOT doing it.

Enjoying the good news, my boy?

Do you know the whereabouts of Lorraine?

No, Your Highness. Is it entirely true?

It's the official version of what happened.

Why wouldn't it be?

It's just...I'm worried about my sister and her wellbeing.

Have you seen the chevalier anywhere? No, Your Highness.

She's not on any list, so she'll be safe.

Thank you.

Now then, I've been thinking about your future.

You can no longer rely on the tannery to sustain you,

so we must find you a job.

And with your military background,

we might find you a position within the royal guard.

I shall speak to the King.

That would be an honour, sir.

I've been looking everywhere for Lorraine. Do you know where he is?

Exactly where he should be, Your Highness.

In prison.

Sire, you have gone too far.

A pleasure to see you, too, Princess.

Not only have you destroyed the lives of decent Protestant people,

you have also locked up a man I deeply care for.

The Chevalier de Lorraine.

His actions were in direct opposition to the King's orders.

He was showing loyalty to one of our closest friends!

Something in short supply around here these days.

You should choose your words more wisely, sister.

And your friends.

I am begging you to show mercy.

He and the Duchesse will be deported to Louisiana

at the earliest opportunity.

But he'll not survive the journey.

You might as well execute him now.

Lorraine is responsible for his own actions, as we all are.

I gave him my trust, and he chose to betray it.

And not for the first time.

Where are you going?

To join my husband.

Are you going to stop me?

You are my sister.

And this is your home.

Not any more.

Wait.

Since the day you set foot in this palace,

you have been a source of honesty and charm.

Without you and my brother,

Versailles would lose some of its sparkle.

And I would lose a part of my soul.

I know that I have lost your trust.

And more than anything in the world, I want it back.

You cannot let her leave, sire.

She'll be back.

And I pray she will not come alone.

Do you think we shall spend the rest of our days in here?

I'm sure if the King puts his mind to it,

he could find us somewhere less salubrious!

Guard! Paper and a pen, if you please.

Where would we be if we had not been caught?

Crossing the border into Italy.

Italy.

Rome.

The perfect mixture of depravity and culture.

What are you doing?

Contacting the only person with whom I still have leverage.

Have this delivered to Monsieur Colbert immediately.

And what would we do in Rome?

We would live happily ever after.

No.

Why not?

Because what you describe is a lunatic dream.

Where would we be without hope?

No sign of him?

Nothing as yet, sire.

Tell them to keep looking.

Now, Bishop, have you consulted the relevant texts for the thaumaturgy?

Yes, sire.

This Sunday is the closest to the harvest moon.

THIS Sunday?

The timing could not be more propitious.

The grace of God will be with you,

and the event will go down in history.

Let us hope for all the right reasons.

There are doubters among us?

I encountered much hostility in the city.

The people may not show the gratitude you expect.

In the absence of Monsieur Marchal, there are concerns over security.

Then you will take over his responsibilities until we can

find a suitable replacement.

You do me great honour, sire,

but I believe we've already found a suitable replacement.

Then, engage him.

Sire! I really do insist...