Marie Antoinette

Friendship between Austria

and France...

...must be cemented by marriage.

My youngest daughter, Antoine...

...will be queen of France.

Mops.

The court of France

is not like Vienna.

Listen closely to

Ambassador Mercy's council.

All eyes will be on you.

Look.

Do you like him?

He has kind eyes.

He's definitely very French.

- Three. Four.

- Six.

Are we there yet?

Yes, we have arrived at Schttern for

the official handover.

Then you will be presented to the king

and to your fianc, Louis Auguste.

Your Royal Highness, may I present

your mistress of the household...

...Comtesse de Noailles.

Your Royal Highness.

Madame.

This structure for

the handover ceremony...

...has been built precisely astride

the borders of the two great lands.

You have entered on Austrian soil...

...you will exit on French

as the dauphine of France.

Now you must bid farewell

to your party...

...and leave all of Austria behind.

Goodbye.

Mops.

You can have as many

French dogs as you like.

It is a custom...

...that the bride retain nothing

belonging to a foreign court.

An etiquette always observed

on such an occasion.

You're lucky.

Apparently she's quite beautiful.

I'll probably end up with someone

who looks like a dog.

- Or a horse.

- Or a horse.

I've heard she's really nice.

- Think they got rabbits here?

- Maybe.

Come on.

You notice anything strange

about me lately?

It's so muddy here.

I know. My stomach feels

a little bit sick.

Are you feeling better now?

Are you feeling better, Camille?

- I wonder if our little doggie is sick.

- Feel a little sickly.

Now.

Oh, my goodness, it's so

uncomfortable underfoot.

Come on.

There we are.

How is her bosom?

I have not looked at the archduchess's

bosom, Your Majesty.

Oh, didn't you?

It's the first thing I look at.

The Duc de Choiseul.

The foreign minister

who was instrumental in this union.

I shall never forget that you were

responsible for my happiness.

And that of France.

Please.

Here comes the Austrian.

I hope you like apple strudel.

May I present Madame la Dauphine,

Marie Antoinette.

My dear grandfather king.

Welcome, madame.

Let me present my grandson,

Louis Auguste.

Welcome, madame.

She looks like a child.

Hello.

Thank you.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome, madame.

Thanks.

Hello.

Amen.

To the dauphin

and dauphine of France.

May you have many

healthy children...

...and produce an heir to our throne.

Good luck.

And good work.

Apparently, nothing happened,

Your Majesty.

Nothing?

- Nothing.

- Nothing.

Oh, dear.

Madame...

...at the morning

dressing ceremony...

...rights of entry are given

to members of the high court.

Major rights to princesses of the blood

and mistresses of the household...

...while minor rights

to the valets and charges.

Anyone with rights of entry

may enter at any time...

...so you must pay attention to

acknowledging properly each arrival.

And you must not

reach for anything...

...for the handing of an item

to the dauphine is a guarded privilege.

Must go to the highest rank

in the room.

For example,

the Princesse de Lamballe...

...is a princess of the blood

by marriage.

Madame.

Thank you.

- It's cold.

- Yes.

Good morning.

So now the position must go

to the Duchess of Char...

...because she is also

a princess of the blood.

Hello.

So now, as a member

of the royal family...

...your sister-in-law, the Comtesse de

Provence, must have the honor.

This is ridiculous.

This, madame, is Versailles.

So I've heard you make keys

as a hobby?

Yes.

And you enjoy making keys?

Obviously.

She had to let her servants go.

My maid knows the cook.

You know everyone.

Comtesse de Noailles

looks very out of sorts.

I think her husband's been

causing a little problem lately...

...spending far too much time

with his stable boys.

Too much.

Marie Antoinette looks

very pretty tonight.

Yes.

Darling, a new life, unfortunately.

When you think about it,

this poor Marie Antoinette.

So young, so...

I think she should

go back to her country.

Look at her, so disgusting.

The comtesse is looking rather

dour this evening, don't you think?

Always dour. Always tragic.

Can't believe they've brought

those ghastly aunts out again.

Where have they been

hiding them all these years?

Oh, really? This is shocking.

What is she...?

It's so awful, I can't--

Oh, my goodness.

Who is she?

That lady is here

to give pleasure to the king.

That's du Barry, the king's mistress.

She wouldn't be allowed at court...

...but the king did some maneuvering

to secure her a title.

The one thing I've learned

about girls from the gutter...

...is they know their jewels.

No way are those fake.

You see that?

Is this the way

people are treating me?

To the stocks.

Nobody treats me like a lady here.

Now she's staring at me.

It's so awful.

- She should not be sitting at this table.

- I'll have one of--

Did you hear that?

- She just burped.

- Out of the whorehouse, darling.

- I don't know who you're referring to.

- Everyone at this table is for sale.

- Curls.

- What a little tart.

Well, she's not the only one at this

table, darling. Take a look around.

Look at this beautiful

Marie Antoinette. I look like her?

- Don't you think so?

- A long time ago.

Oh, you exaggerate.

She has blue eyes like me.

I suppose she's rather sweet.

For an Austrian.

I think she's delightful.

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