The Girl King Page #4

to see my family.

Majesty...

The purpose of your visit!

You...

You have to get married...

as soon as possible.

For the stability of the throne.

Think of the chaos

if you were to die tomorrow.

I am aware of my duty

in this matter.

[SIGHS]

But I have yet to accept...

that a man could exploit me

like a peasant plows his fields.

[LIGHTLY LAUGHS]

For the time being,

I have other concerns.

I am working for peace.

Peace?

Haha!

Peace yes...

I've heard about this madness.

Your father fought

for the conquests

that you are pawning

for your silly whims!

[CLEARS THROAT]

You were speaking

about marriage.

There is no glory

in hypocritical treaties

that do nothing but grant

the enemy time to rearm.

- Peace is a gift to a nation.

- Words, words, words!

Listen to the

Minerva of the North.

She invades Prague in the middle

of the peace negotiations,

and then she extends

the olive branch.

Give your nation

an heir to the throne.

That's the gift

you should be working for.

We need strong arms!

Not brains!

Fill your subjects' bellies,

not their minds!

You are the Queen of a nation

of filthy, primitive bears,

and they must

recognize themselves in you.

Who would want you?

If your father saw

what has become of you.

I forbid you

to speak of my father.

You forbid me?

You made my father an object

of your grotesque grieving.

An embalmed cadaver

that you forced me to kiss

at sunrise and sunset,

every day, day after day,

when I was six years old!

You will never know

the power of such love!

May God spare me!

From my own belly...

Instead of another

stillborn son,

they handed me a dark daughter.

Alive.

After so many years apart...

I had hoped

to see something like purity,

something different!

My father,

left you behind in his camp,

and he went out

to visit his whores.

I will always, love your father.

You were a bottomless

pit of longing.

He was only faithful to you

during his two years

of putrefaction.

This audience is over!

All these years,

I had my regrets.

I should have left you there...

at the foot of the staircase!

[SCREAMS]

It was you!

[SIGHS]

[SPEAKING GERMAN AS SHE EXITS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[CRYING]

I forbid you to cry!

This is my sorrow, not yours!

[GASPING, SOBBING]

How dare you!

Don't think, Countess,

that the moments

of distraction we shared

give you the right

to behave like this.

- I thought...

- What did you think?

The company of women

is distracting me from my duty.

Monsieur Descartes...

I would like you to tell me,

between love, and hatred,

which of those two

creates the worst disorders?

(DESCARTES) Like love, there

are two kinds of hatred.

The feeling we simply call...

hatred...

which is related to things

that are bad for the soul.

The other is the feeling

called, horreur!

Which is related to things

that are ugly for the soul.

[MUFFLED CRIES, SOBS]

Then I hate my mother...

who has a horror of me.

[DOOR OPENING]

I've waited too long for you.

And by Christ's balls!

I don't like to be kept waiting!

By who's...?

Welcome Monsieur Descartes.

It's about time!

Down with Rome!

Down with Rome!

- Death to the Catholics.

- Down with Rome!

Burn the Pope at the stake!

Monsieur Descartes,

show us the discovery

that is the talk of Europe.

Your majesty...

I was not expecting this.

At the dawn of an era of peace,

cadavers will become

a rare commodity.

You must put this

to good use monsieur.

The saw, please.

In the course of my,

anatomical investigations...

I recently discovered...

a tiny gland,

no bigger than a pine nut,

that is the meeting place,

of body and mind.

I am convinced,

this, is where

our emotions are born.

Hammer please.

[METAL CLANKING]

This gland is situated just

below the Sylvian fissure.

Which channels

the animal spirits.

[GASPS]

The blood that

flows from this fissure...

touches this gland,

triggering the passions we feel.

Tweezers, please.

Your Majesty,

allow me to introduce,

the pineal gland,

"the seat of the soul!"

To understand, the workings,

we may one day,

be able,

to control our passions...

- physically!

- Then what?

Remove a piece of hatred?

A slice of desire?

Who knows?

Who's to say?

Remove the longing?

The endless waiting?

Remove the voice that haunt us.

The soul is in God's hands!

Not in a pine nut!

Heresy!

I hope, Monsieur Descartes,

that you will forgive

the lack of manners in my court.

Kristina...

Kristina!

You have gone too far.

Didn't you teach me, that

curiosity is a great virtue?

In Luther's teachings!

By God's ass!

Luther has no

curiosity whatsoever!

That's blasphemy against Luther.

We cannot accept this heresy...

Your Majesty!

I curse you, I curse you.

May you burn in Hell!

[GUNSHOT]

My little girl...

Johan...

He has saved your life.

I better leave you alone.

[GROANS/MUMBLES]

The man is a fanatic

from the theology school.

I pushed you out of the way.

You hit your head.

[GASPS]

Belle?

Come to me...

Come close to me...

Come to me..

I thought I lost you...

I'm so sorry...

Will you forgive me?

She must marry.

She must fornicate.

If she dies in childbirth,

at least

she will have tried

to embrace her destiny.

How dare you speak about

our sovereign like that?

The Council can

remove her from office,

on the grounds of

extraordinary circumstances.

Can you imagine the

turmoil that would ensue?

Turmoil?

And what about the songs

that are becoming

more and more popular?

- Are there songs...

- I've heard reports,

of the ribald songs

they're singing in taverns

around the countryside

and even in Stockholm.

So sing it!

While the lads are studying

the art of seduction,

The ladies need

no introduction!

Lads hoping

to win a lady's heart,

Turn to Kristina,

grand master of this art!

Turn to Kristina!

Grand Master of this art!

[BREATHING HEAVILY/SHAKILY]

You are not meant

to live within the

confines of Luther's faith.

Look around you!

Eveybody at the court

wants you to be pregnant,

under the thumb

of male authority.

Ah!

Rome has become today

a center where

everything is possible.

St. Peter's Basilica has

created a effervescence.

It's a gathering place

for the finest minds and,

- the most, daring artists.

- Get to the point.

Rome...

needs a queen.

Rome has a pope.

Rome needs a virgin queen.

Your faith is based on

indulgences and relics.

Buy a piece of Christ's cross

and one is assured of

a hundred years in heaven.

There are so many pieces

of the Christ child's foreskin

in circulation,

I can't imagine the size

of the Holy member.

Faith can be purchased

in your church.

That church is preparing

to offer you freedom.

The Pope wants

to tend all your needs,

the most reasonable

and the most unreasonable.

[SIGHS]

Please leave, monsieur.

You will be free

to do whatever you want.

In public and...

in private.

Please leave.

Your Majesty.

Descartes, you stay.

I had to flee France

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