Marie-Antoinette

Guten morgen!

Guten morgen!

Guten morgen.

Dauphine!

Dauphine!

Dauphine!

Stop.

Toinette!

Think of your duty to me, Toinette,

your duty to Austria,

to the house of Habsburg, to the Holy Roman Empire

and your duty to France.

I'm gonna look ridiculous.

-You'll look French. -French.

I have taken it upon myself

to prepare her for Versailles, Count Mercy.

Charlotte was ideal for the position,

but she was snapped up by Naples.

That's right...

France has perfected the art of etiquette.

Our curtsies are copied all over the world.

The first one is a simple bow.

The second is the queen of curtsies.

Lower.

-No. -The head to the side.

As you can see, she has a long way to go.

Versailles is quick to pick up on imperfections.

They have asked us to confirm she is menstruating.

-We have not complied. -And again.

Should we hold her back?

Anti-Austrian elements at Versailles would twist it to their advantage.

We can't let a minor setback

stand in the way of Austrian diplomacy.

She is the final piece in the Habsburg-Bourbon puzzle.

Toinette.

Toinette.

This is Count Mercy, our ambassador to France.

Archduchess.

Mercy will be your mentor at Versailles.

Your French master is waiting for you.

Excuse me, Count Mercy.

Duty calls.

She will need all the assistance we can give her.

Is that good enough for Versailles?

No!

Mama.

No. That's enough.

It's goat's cheese mixed with yoghurt.

Your father spread it on his toast.

He did not.

Use it at night to clean your face.

If I look like this on my wedding night,

will Louis declare his love for me?

Entertain the Dauphin. Laughter brings joy to a marriage.

Should I entertain him in bed?

The marriage bed is the place where husband and wife

lie together in the greatest intimacy.

Louis will guide you, like your father guided me.

Papa... was gentle,

-but firm. -Ma! Stop.

Your job is to deliver the heir.

What if I can't?

You will have failed in your duty,

but most of all,

you will have failed me.

Do I look like a French princess?

You will always be an Austrian archduchess.

Who comes first, Austria or France?

Who do you think?

Won't they hate me for being Austrian?

Let me stay. Let me stay, please.

I can go next year.

Or even the year after.

-You can't stay, Toinette. -Why? Why not?

The contract has been signed and sealed.

Please...

Mama, don't.

Don't make me go. I...

I will write to you.

You may go now.

Go!

All right, stop!

Whoa, there. Okay.

Attention!

The moment you cross the border,

you will represent the Habsburg Empire.

Come, Mops.

I am Madame de Noailles, mistress of your household.

Curtsy.

Take the dog.

No. That's my dog.

Your dog is not welcome here.

Where are you taking him?

Back to Austria, where it belongs.

Let's go!

Wait!

Mops.

A French princess does not display her feelings...

and never cries in public.

We will be staying overnight at Compiègne, the royal lodge.

You'll be presented to His Majesty, the King.

You will address him as "Sire."

And then Louis-Auguste, heir apparent

following the untimely death of his father,

you will address him as "Monsieur."

Louis-Stanislas-Xavier,

Comte de Provence, heir presumptive,

you will address him as "sir."

Monsieur!

Monsieur!

Where is Louis?

-Coming, Sire. -So is she!

-Monsieur! -Find him.

Find him!

-Monsieur! -Monsieur!

Monsieur!

Monsieur!

Here you are. Welcome.

You curtsy to His Majesty.

Oh, nonsense. There's no need to stand on ceremony here.

Oh, no, you can save that for Versailles.

It is an honour to make your acquaintance, Monsieur.

Madame.

Oh, no. This is Provence, Louis's brother.

Oh, here he is. Louis.

Louis. Here.

What have you caught?

Yes.

Oh, do stop. Do stop.

You're making our heads spin.

Sorry.

Now come and meet the family.

Yes?

My daughters,

Adelaide and Victoire.

Mesdames.

The Duc de Chartres.

I'm a cousin.

What a pleasure.

Ah, and this is the Princess de Lamballe,

an Italian member of our family by marriage.

It is possible that you are prettier than your picture?

Thank you.

Um... Let's have a little lunch.

What are you laughing at?

She is amused by your manners, Mesdames.

I mean, who wouldn't be?

So just...

Or perhaps our Orleans cousin here

will have to teach us all a lesson in decorum.

I can't wait.

Entertain the Dauphin. Laughter brings joy to a marriage.

What is your favourite sport, Monsieur?

Oh, lads.

You're in demand.

I'm the plat du jour.

Please, don't get up.

Have you all been waiting for me?

What time do you call this?

My cabriolet broke down.

What is it with those wheels?

Well, then you must have a calèche for the country?

Yes.

Who is she?

Who is she?

The Countess is here to entertain Papa Roi.

I can do that. I can be very entertaining.

Would you like to feed me, Monsieur?

Clumsy idiot.

-Speak up. -Shut up.

-We can't hear you. -Shut up.

Now...

Move.

Stop.

Provence cannot forgive his elder brother

for stealing his crown.

Does he wash?

Louis... lives in a world of his own.

How am I supposed to share a bed with...

a boy who... smells?

He hunts every morning.

He won't change his routine, not even for you.

But he's a good boy.

Provence is the one with the waspish tongue.

At least he spoke to me.

These two, they...

they terrify me.