The Girl King Page #4
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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
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.
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]
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!
May you burn in Hell!
[GUNSHOT]
My little girl...
Johan...
He has saved your life.
[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
- the most, daring artists.
- Get to the point.
Rome...
needs a queen.
Rome has a pope.
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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