Marie Antoinette

[Ticking] [Man lightly snoring] [Coughing] [Coughing continues] I could send for Cagliostro.

He's a great healer.

All the more reason to keep him away.

We don't need another last-minute recovery.

[Labored breathing] [Ticking] [Snoring] He's gone.

Chartres: I wish to be alone with my dear father.

[Door closes] The Duke d'Orlans is dead.

Long live the new Duke d'Orlans.

Felicit: What will you do now?

Go to Versailles.

-Like a fly to ****.

-Etiquette requires it.

The King must acknowledge me as the new Duke d'Orlans.

It's my chance to get back into Versailles.

Why would you want to?

Bloody thing's stuck.

Fetch soap and water.

No.

Father wouldn't want me to get him wet.

Jeanne: M.A.

-It's perfect.

-It's wrong.

What?

The ascender on the "M," the curve isn't right.

I'll start again.

Villette, we don't have time.

We've got rent to pay on this place.

How long has it been since Rohan gave his donation?

-Three weeks.

-Exactly.

What if he gets impatient waiting for a reply and speaks to the Queen himself?

So, go to Versailles and keep him sweet.

Now leave me.

I need to concentrate.

I make one mistake, we're both dead.

What did you find out?

Breteuil: You're right to be alarmed.

You have no assets.

Everything, including your jewelry, belongs to France.

If you have to fight Provence for the Regency, neither you nor the Dauphin will be safe here.

So, I need my own property?

Yes.

You'll need somewhere to establish a new court.

-Oh, God.

-It might never happen, in which case you'll have an asset you can pass on to whichever child you wish.

You have somewhere in mind?

There are several possibilities, but the obvious choice is Saint-Cloud.

Mm-hmm.

It's on high ground, well-located, and has exceptionally clean air.

What's the catch?

Apart from the fact that I can't own property?

The price.

With refurbishments, we're looking at six million.

[Groans] Jeanne: The Queen's favorite rose, in acknowledgment of your generous donation to the poor fallen women.

Thank you.

Is this it?

It--it's rather impersonal.

Yes, the Queen gives the same to everyone.

Ah, I see.

I'd hoped my donation might prompt a thaw in relations, but it obviously wasn't big enough.

-I will give more.

-No.

No, I can't let you.

What if she still won't forgive you?

Then I will keep giving until she does.

I-I have a purse in the sacristy.

Come, and we must decide when you're coming to supper.

Man: It's too warm for a sweater today.

Woman: Mm, I agree.

Lamballe: Every second courtier has one of the Queen's roses.

The Countess de Valois must be taking an absolute fortune in charitable donations.

Well, I think she's remarkable.

If only France had more women like her.

[Scoffs] You still think she's an impostor?

I'm certain of it... Woman: I think her taste is ghastly.

and as Superintendent of the Queen's household, it is my job to prove it.

[Sighs] [Harpsichord playing] Oh, can't you play something more cheerful?

Can't you choose a painter before I die of boredom?

Inform the Household Committee Mrs.

Le Brun will paint my new official portrait.

Happy?

Thank you.

[Door opens] You know, every artist can paint a likeness, but Vige Le Brun sees what is inside.

I wonder what she'll see inside you.

Boy or a girl?

Oh, come on, it was obvious.

You've been gorging on sugar again.

Louis must be pleased.

I haven't told him.

I want to be certain.

Of the pregnancy or the father?

Shh!

We were careful, but we've-- what woman doesn't know who fathered her child?

-More than you think.

-[Scoffs] -Now, it-- -Shh!

I have told Axel to stay away until things settle.

That's good.

The less Louis is reminded of him, the better.

Ohh!

Ffft!

[Strikes strings] If Louis doubts for one moment that he's the father I can forget about Saint-Cloud.

You are making a drama out of nothing.

[Sighs] When did you last bleed?

During rehearsals for "Figaro."

And when did Louis last visit?

A little after.

Simple.

Louis is the father.

Antoinette...look at me.

If you believe it, so will he.

Calonne: Which bring our projections from 21 to 24.

Sorry, 24 million?

It's the minimum we need to borrow to avoid imminent fiscal collapse.

We just got a new loan from the Parliament.

Which barely paid the interest on the old loan.

We can't go back to Parliament for more.

No, we'll have to borrow from a bank.

But if news gets out that we're chasing another loan, the market will panic.

-So, we keep it a secret.

-Yes, thank you.

How's the ankle?

Mm, it's good, thank you.

I, um, went hunting this morning.

-Is that wise?

-Would you lock me up forever?

Well, if you won't take precautions, then I will.

Louis, if anything happens to you, I need to be able to protect myself and the children from your brother's ambition.

Alright, um, what do you suggest?

I need my own property, somewhere that could serve as my court, were I to become Regent for the Dauphin.

Somewhere like, uh, Saint-Cloud.

Saint-Cloud?

I know it well.

-Mm?

-Would be perfect.

Yeah, but expensive.

How much?

Mm.

With renovations, six million.

Well, there's no need to rush into anything, is there?

Mm, no, but I would prefer it to be settled quickly.

My mind needs to be easy.

Again?

Why the surprise?

I did visit you.

Once.

Once during "Figaro."

Marie: That's-- that's all it takes.

We're obviously getting good at it.

May I tell Breteuil to start the purchase?

Why now?

Why shouldn't a married woman have a right to her own possessions?

Because her husband will take care of her.

But why should she depend on a man for her security?

-That's the way it is.

-It's wrong.

Madam.

-A woman needs-- -Needs what?

You live in a palace.

But you hold all the power.

I wonder if there is another reason for you to fear your future?

No, of course not.

-Louis-- -If you want to buy Saint-Cloud, you will have to speak to my financial controller.

He will decide if it is affordable.

But that's-- The issue has nothing to do with me.

Jeanne: "Dear Cardinal, Thank you for your enormous donation to my charity."

For the Queen, 20,000 livres is piffle.

Start again.

Villette: "Thank you so much for your piffling donation."

No!

Just write exactly what I say.

"Cardinal Rohan"... "I am compelled to pen this message of gratitude.

"Your donation to the Poor Fallen Women "reveals a surprising generosity.

"I will never forget how you wronged me, "yet my heart still harbors a...a small garden of affection for you."

"A small..." "Your Queen, Marie Antoinette of France."

Marie: The man is an animal and a traitor.

You can't just welcome him back.

He has just inherited the largest fortune in France.

So what?

He now has the funds to build the seditious Palais Royal into a court to rival Versailles.

-He must be stopped.

-By welcoming him back?

Vergennes: He's less likely to plot against an ally.

Besides, the more time he spends here, the easier it will be to spy on him.

Agreed.

Hence, why we lift his banishment.

No, I won't welcome him back.

I will tend to my business, madam.

You tend to yours.

Louis: Duke d'Orlans, I am truly vexed by the death of the Prince, your father.

My sincere condolences.

Thank you for your sentiments.

Cousin, wait.

This shared loss reminds us we are family.

Let us heal our rifts.

Nothing would make me happier.

I'm Your Majesty's loyal servant.

-And I'm Joan of Arc.

-[Chuckles] Welcome back to Versailles.

Breteuil: I understand you have an appointment with the financial controller.

I must go begging for Saint-Cloud.

I have information that may help your case.

Read this.

It is very good to see you at Versailles, Duke.

Course, very happy to be back.

Yes, well we've been waiting for many years now.

More than happy to have you back.

Chartres: Excuse me.

So, the prodigal cousin returns.

I admit that I wasn't expecting that warm welcome from Louis.

They know you're a liability but they'd rather have you inside the tent, ******* out, than outside, ******* in.

What would you prefer?

You're doing me a favor either way.

Just make sure not to **** on the actual crown.

I intend to wear it one day.

Chartres: Antoinette.

Don't you dare.

Six million for a chateau?

My husband has several castles.

-So does Provence.

-I'm sorry, your Majesty.

Ah-ah!

The purchase of Saint-Cloud is just not possible.

Mm, that's a shame... because Breteuil has been making inquiries.

It turns out Vaudreuil's debt is 3 million livres, and yet Yolande imagines she can repay it all by herself, which is impossible, unless she has a little help from a friend.

Your Majesty, I'm not sure what you-- There was no question you've been robbing the treasury to help Yolande pay Vaudreuil's debt.

And don't worry.

I understand your position.

My favorite can be extremely persuasive.

But... so can I.

Now, do you still have reservations about my purchase?

An acquisition of this magnitude will be unpopular.

You have many enemies.

That's why I need Saint-Cloud.

This loan that Calonne's proposing, the 24 million, what do you think?

It's a dreadful idea, but I don't have a better one.

Could we find a bank that's discreet?

We have supported the Discount Bank in the past.

They would have no choice but to return the favor.

Calonne: You've put us in a very difficult position.

I didn't tell her!

She must have found out herself.

-Don't ever underestimate her.

-This could ruin me.

The only reason I got the job is because the King thinks I'm trustworthy.

Then give the Queen what she wants, and your problem will go away.

Bills, debts, debts, bills.

I'm not a magic money tree, and I can't continue paying Vaudreuil's debt, not now the Queen knows about it.

-Then how will I pay St. James?

-I don't know.

You'll have to find another benefactor.

Louie: ...must be upset, but she can't have disappear-- She spends more time in the finance office than she does in the nursery.

Your Majesty, I have good news.

-Finally.

-[Calonne chuckles] If we can obtain this new loan, I can allocate money for the Queen to purchase Saint-Cloud.

-Six million?

W-we can afford that?

Vergennes: Of course not!

And a married woman cannot own property.

And what happens when she passes it on?

She could leave it to a daughter or, worse, her emperor brother, and then we'd have a little piece of imperial Austria bang in the middle of France.

I do understand her concern, but in the event of your premature death, her allies would come to her aide.

What allies?

Sire, trust me.

Her ownership of Saint-Cloud would create more problems than it solved.

Am I early?

My nieces.

What a charming apartment.

My taste is eclectic.

-Like your dinner guests.

-Countess de Valois, may I present my house guest Count Cagliostro.

Though don't pester him to perform alchemy.

There's a queue for those services.

Countess, this is a delightful surprise.

Does a fortune-teller find anything surprising?

Rohan: Mm, she's hilarious.

Then, three days later he looked down, and...it had dropped off.

I can see why you and the Cardinal have become friends, and so quickly.

Rohan: Excuse me.

I have a message from the Queen.

I'm sorry to disturb you, your worship, but she sent you... -I want to know.

-Yes, of course.

You were at my demonstration at the Palais Royal.

Mm.

I was drawn to your strength and your sadness.

Oh, please.

Save it for showtime.

Who did you lose?

Parents?

Sibling?

Spirits are showing me a child, a little girl.

No.

Boy.

Two boys.

They might even be twins.

They want me to give you a message.

They say you were a good mother.

Don't you dare use your carnival tricks on me.

-I offer reassurance.

-You peddle lies.

If you could speak with the dead, you'd know I wasn't a good mother.

My abilities provide comfort.

Can you say the same of yours?

I'm protective of Cardinal Rohan.

He could easily fall prey to an unscrupulous temptress.

I'm not a temptress.

You're a professional-- and a good one.

But you also have your doubters.

What do you mean?

I invited the Princess de Lamballe to question the spirits.

She asked them if you were a fraud.

Mm.

What did the spirits answer?

They gave you the benefit of the doubt.

Well, do thank them for me.

I...I think we understand each other, Count Cagliostro, and I see no reason why we can't be friends.

But if you **** with me, I will tell the whole world that you're nothing but a heartless con artist.

Right back at you.

Let me see it.

Cagliostro was there?

Get used to it.

He's staying with the Cardinal.

Now, where's the Cardinal's reply to the Queen's letter?

Oh, ah... Oh, this is perfect.

My, my, my, Rohan really can't spell, and he wasn't suspicious?

He totally thought you were the Queen's guard?

Yes, yes.

Cagliostro, he'll use his gifts to see through us.

He has no gifts.

Anyway, we've come to an arrangement.

But the Princess de Lamballe is more dangerous.

-She suspects me.

-What?

I'll invite her over for tea.

Stand as straight as you can.

Run along and get dressed.

Alright?

Tell me.

Sometimes the disease doesn't progress... -But it has?

-Yes.

He has lost several centimeters in height.

Woman: Need to get you dressed now.

The curvature has increased.

Woman: Come on.

Come over here.

Sit down.

Your family has been blighted by the condition.

There's no hope for remission.

How...how long?

Two years, maybe three.

He will have the best care.

And Madame Royale, will... will it kill her, too?

Some offspring are more susceptible than others.

Provence escaped it.

You survived it.

For now, Madame Royale shows no sign of the disease.

Forgive me, but the more children you have, the greater the chance of a healthy heir.

The Queen mustn't be told.

Not yet.

-And if she asks?

-Lie.

[Fountain spraying] [Dauphin laughs] Yolande: Nice boat.

It's a model of the Couronne.

167 feet long, 72 cannons.

The Dauphin is late for his tutor.

Louis: Can you take the boat for another ride?

Let him play a little longer.

Come on!

[Dauphin laughs] His spine is collapsing.

With time, it won't be able to support the weight of his head.

My--my older brother had the same condition.

We shared a room, and I listened to it kill him... [Dauphin laughs] vertebrae by vertebrae, crack by crack.

And now--and now it starts again.

I can help him with the pain.

Thank you.

The Queen must not know... about the prognosis.

But she will need time to prepare.

Not yet.

Not now.

The baby?

Wretched thing.

Forgive me.

The Swede--where is he?

Off with his regiment, I suppose.

The Queen never mentions him.

You don't have to protect her.

I know her feelings for him.

But what of his family?

Is it healthy?

The court genealogist would know.

Would you like me to find out?

Please.

-I'm so glad you came.

-Hm.

Interesting choice.

Are you an admirer of King Henry?

That portrait's been in our family for years.

He's a relative.

Yet you prefer to live in Paris rather than Versailles?

I like to stay close to my charity.

The Poor Fallen Women.

Victoire has us crocheting all day long for their fatherless infants.

Sit.

I have drinking chocolate and cake.

Lamballe: Why have you invited me here?

Because you are suspicious of me.

Heh.

I hate to be unfairly blamed.

It upsets me.

But, in this instance, you are correct.

I am a fraud.

I knew it.

Your charity doesn't exist?

But of course it does.

Why wouldn't it?

So, how are you a fraud?

I lied...about my closeness to the Queen.

But only because I longed for it to be true.

[Sighs] I am a terrible person.

She is my patron, but she barely speaks to me.

I had such high hopes I would be her special friend.

I imagined us laughing and sharing secrets.

I even fancied we'd curl up in bed at night, talking and falling asleep in each other's arms.

Oh, no.

W-what have I said?

Oh, no, it's... I had a friend once... just as you describe.

But I am no longer in her favor.

Look at us both, gushing like fountains.

We are kindred spirits, and I hope, one day, great friends.

Have a seat.

[Watch ticking] Excellent.

No sickness, dizziness?

Nothing.

I'm fine.

The Queen had nausea with each of the others.

Every confinement is different.

See?

I told you.

-And how is your digestion?

-Everything is normal.

Now, I am more worried about the Dauphin.

He has a weak constitution and is more vulnerable to changes in temperature and moisture.

His Majesty was the same as a boy.

But what about his spine or his height?

It will improve.

A good diet and specific exercise and clean air are the order of the day.

That will be all.

Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you.

[Indistinct chatter] Oh!

Lamballe!

Well, what did you find out?

I will ask the genealogist.

He will tell us exactly who she is.

[Sighs] Fersen's relatives seem long-lived.

Yes.

Thank you.

You...you won't mention this to anyone.

-I will never... -Just because... I would never repeat anything we discuss, not to anyone.

Yeah.

Have--have you-- have you heard from the Duke de Polignac?

He and Vaudreuil are settled in the Saint Domingue.

You must be--must be eager to join them.

I prefer to be of service in Versailles.

You are valued here.

Leave me.

Calonne: The Discount Bank is honored to contribute to France's finances.

The King is delighted by the Discount Bank's generous loan.

It will be used to further the glory of France.

I will inform His Majesty that he can count on your discretion in this sensitive matter.

Thank you, gentlemen.

And, just like that, we're 24 million richer, though I suspect the Discount Bank smells a rat.

It smells a ship full.

It will be a miracle if news of this loan doesn't leak.

Don't.

The consequences are unthinkable.

I'm thinking the unthinkable.

So am I.

-Oh, no.

-Don't worry.

We throw tea cups all the time.

The Famous Elisabeth Vige Le Brun.

Sit!

I want you to paint my portrait.

I'm flattered, Majesty, but you're supposed to choose an artist who's a member of the Academy.

Mm, I rarely do what I'm supposed to do, and, anyway, you are a member of the Academy.

I wrote to them and pointed out that you are the busiest portraitist in Europe.

I insisted they admit you immediately.

-They'll be livid.

-I hope so.

What sort of portrait does your Majesty have in mind?

Something exotic, Oriental, a headdress, perhaps a tiger at my side.

I'm sorry, Majesty.

I will only paint people as they really are.

That's what I wanted to hear.

My portrait must show France the real me, without any artifice or tigers.

-Agreed?

-Yes.

Marie: Someone will be in touch with arrangements.

Your majesty.

Your majesty.

[Door opens, closes] There's something we need to discuss.

We must be united on matters that concern us both.

-What's wrong?

-Saint-Cloud.

You--you may buy Saint-Cloud.

You and the children must be secure if I'm not here.

Thank you!

The children will love it.

Thank you.

Her own chateau!

The arrogance.

It's perverse.

Well, if the Queen can own property, we all can.

Jeanne: Then we won't need men at all.

Victoire: What on earth are you making?

A scarf.

The babes of the Poor Fallen Women need booties, not scarves.

Oh, it's not for the babes.

It's for Marguerite.

She feels the cold.

Don't we, love?

[Softly] So, what did the genealogist discover?

-It's true.

-Oh.

She is a direct descendant of King Henry II.

Oh.

Is it wrong to be disappointed?

Her line descends from one of the King's bastard sons.

Uh-huh.

So, no wonder she supports the Poor Fallen Women.

She's also suffered the cruel stain of illegitimacy.

Jeanne de Valois is not an impostor.

[Sighs] Versailles is her rightful home.

Marie, voice-over: Cardinal, your reply entertained me.

But if we are to correspond, I insist on rules.

Your letters must be sent by return, using my private guard, Lieutenant Armand.

Never contact me by any other means, or it will be very dangerous for us both.

Rohan, voice-over: My dearest Queen, you can be assured of my complete discretion.

Your reputation is safe in my hands.

[Bell tolls] [Indistinct chatter] The floor of the Bastille is thick with rats and toads, and the air is full of the cries of the writers imprisoned by the King for the rest of their days.

Or in your case, three weeks.

-To liberty.

-Whatever that means.

Surprised you joined us tonight.

These days you seem to prefer Versailles.

Now I'm head of the family, I see the importance of legacy.

Do you know what this ring says?

That I'm still royal.

All your fancy ideas about change are fine, but what if they're just dreams?

Versailles is real.

It's there, and I want it back.

-You're hedging your bets.

-Damn right, I am.

Just don't forget where your true loyalties lie.

Tell me, when you were rehearsing that play, was the Queen definitely ******* the Swede?

Why do you think I cast them together?

They couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Look, look, look!

That's my castle, and one day, it may be yours.

-Come.

Whoo!

-[Laughs] Let's go.

-Really?

-Yes.

Ha ha!

Look at that.

Isn't that beautiful?

Oh, Mousseline.

Look--there's birds.

Now, let's find a bedroom for your brother, one with big windows to let the good air in.

Mousseline?

Mousseline... where are you?

Mousseline?

Marie-Thrse?!

Marie-Thrse?!

Can you hear me?

-Marie-Thrse?

-[Marie-Thrse laughs] Na-na, na-na-na -Marie-Thrse!

-Can't catch me!

Marie-Thrse, never.

You never run away from me.

I thought I'd lost you.

Now, who are you, huh?

And why are you in my house?

He's my son.

The new Duke du Chartres.

Bow to the Queen, Louis Philippe.

I spent half my childhood here.

So, when we heard you were paying a visit, Louis Philippe insisted we drop by to show you around.

There are rats in the walls and a ghost in the attic, but the rest of the place is divine.

Do you like cherries?

Take the Princess to the orchard.

The fruit here is delicious.

Stay where I can see you from the window.

I'll come in a minute.

What do you think you're doing?

The King has been kind enough to welcome me back to Versailles.

Might you do the same?

I was never a traitor to France.

[Giggling] But I did dishonor you, and I have lived with my remorse ever since.

Once I was your friend and consolation.

Might I be again?

You were a good friend when I had none.

I would give anything to have that man in my life.

But he was a fiction.

My husband may have forgiven you, but I never will.

Excuse me.

I know why you bought this place.

So you have somewhere to go when Louis boots you out with your bastard baby.

I have evidence.

Beaumarchais and the testimony of a little chambermaid who keeps track of the various stains on your bedsheets.

This baby is a Bourbon.

Impeccable acting, as always.

But you can't cheat nature.

Women are sluts, and men are suspicious.

Every infant resembles his father, and when that one pops out of your oven, it's going to look like a Swedish meatball, not a French coq au vin.

I can't persuade Louis that your baby's illegitimate, but I can persuade France.

Palais Royal presses can be your friend.

Hm.

At what cost?

The marriage between my son and Madame Royale.

[Scoffs] She is eight years old.

They'll have to make a match soon enough.

She might even enjoy it.

The youngsters may share our chemistry.

My daughter will never be a bargaining chip in some dynastic game.

If she marries, she will marry for love.

She will have her own fortune.

She will have her own home.

And she will never be beholden to a man, least of all an Orlans.

And that is why I bought Saint-Cloud.

Now, get the **** out of my palace.

-Chartres is full of ****.

-He says he has evidence.

I should tell Louis the truth.

-Are you mad?

Are you mad?

-I should.

No!

He wouldn't have let you have Saint-Cloud if he doubted you.

Chartres can't prove anything, right?

Louis and Fersen have the same coloring.

Unless the kid comes out speaking Swedish, no one will ever know.

-Not even me.

-No.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter because you will love that child, regardless.

Right?

Now, come on.

Chin up, chin up.

Come on.

Big smile.

Give me a smile.

Everything's going to be fine, I promise.

[Indistinct chatter] Chartres: I've got a little job for you.

Your printers are gonna have their work cut out.

How long would it take to a million copies of a single sheet?

A million?

Let me know by the end of the day.

Come with me.

The Household Committee will hate the dress.

It's perfect.

It will be a modern portrait for a modern queen.

Exactly.

No, wait.

I know you like to paint people as they really are.

But perhaps you could work some magic with my hair.

It gets more brittle with each pregnancy.

Well, I imagine you in something like this.

I love it.

Rohan, voice-over: Majesty, these months of secret correspondence have filled my life with joy.

But with each passing letter, my desire to spend time with you intensifies.

Marie, voice-over: My dear Rohan, this growing pregnancy makes me wearier by the day.

If only I was strong enough to sit at your side and bask in the brilliance of your mind.

Rohan, voice-over: Madam, you flatter me.

Remember only this-- I desire nothing more than the privilege of basking in the warm glow of your attention.

[Baby coos] [Whispering] He looks like you.

He looks healthy.

Ring the bells.

Tell France I have a new son.

Your Majesty.

For me?

Oh, no, I couldn't possibly.

Your charity brought about my happy reconciliation with the Queen, and she's most keen that I reward you.

Then I must sell it and give the proceeds to the Poor Fallen Women.

No, you must keep it.

The Queen insists you must have something for yourself.

It is very beautiful.

The court jeweler can make any adjustment.

Poor fellow.

-Why, what's wrong with him?

-He still hasn't found a buyer for that ghastly diamond necklace.

He's planning to break it up and sell it in pieces.

Jeanne, voice-over: "Forgive my brevity, but my business is urgent."

[Mumbling] "I have long coveted a piece of jewelry known "as the diamond necklace.

"Lately, I have heard rumors that it is to be destroyed.

I must have it."

It's too desperate.

Start again.

Marie, voice-over: Cardinal Rohan, I will be hated if it is known I want the necklace.

So, I must buy it in secret.

And for that, I need your help.

[Door closes] What did he say?

Nice digs, but I would change the lock.

It's easy to pick.

You took your time.

I thought you hadn't got my messages.

Do you still have your diamond contacts in Antwerp?

Seriously, that's your opener?

-How are you?

-Not great.

You might have heard I'd lost the wife.

I'm doing a job in Belize.

Dreadful place.

Crawling with pirates.

One of them murdered her, made off with all the winnings, and it broke my heart.

I really loved that crazy cow.

Why'd you do it?

I was grieving our children, then I had to mourn for you.

[Door opens, closes] What did the Cardinal say?

Who the hell is he?

Nicolas La Motte, my husband.

He's going to help us sell the diamonds.

Come on.

What did he say?

Aah!

He's... he's agreed.

He's going to help the Queen buy the necklace.

Keep reading.

Before he does anything, he wants to discuss the details in person... with the Queen.

Get out of that one... sweet cheeks.

Woman: These baskets, sir?

[Indistinct chatter] Chartres: Faster, please.

Over there.

Come on.

Hurry up, We haven't got all day.

What's this?

Sent a million of them across France.

This will destroy her.

Wait till her adoring public hears the Dauphin is a bastard.

[Sighs] How are the philosophy sessions going?

All he can see is Marie Antoinette.

Your prediction was supposed to broaden his ambitions.

Sorry, I don't do refunds.

Some people just don't take change seriously.

Oh, but I do.

You've got connections.

I can introduce you to a few alchemists.

Ha ha!

No, I want truth, not tricks.

I can't help, Felicit.

I know nothing.

Oh, bull****!

What about all these symbols?

The square and compass, the all-seeing eye?

Oh, you know about Freemasonry and the Illuminati.

Fairy stories.

Oh, aren't they an elite group of thinkers, plotting to rid us of popes and princes?

You're one of them.

Come on, tell me.

I'll pay you!

My own palace.

Security for me and my children.

Can you believe it?

Chin up, big smile, anything's possible.

Is that how you get away with murder?

[Horse neighs] Driver: Halt!

Halt!

Whoa!

What on earth is going on?

Man: Steady, steady.

Clear the perimeter!

One guard, left and right.

High!

High security!

Turn around!

It's not safe here.

Driver: Giddy-up.

Man: Come on, backwards to Versailles.

You cannot keep the Queen here.

Orlans, he's poisoning the people against me.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

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