Mother.
Why?
I wish to live well. But I'm too lazy to work for it.
Quite simple, really.
We didn't raise you to be like this.
I am sorry, Mother, but actually you did.
Do you have any idea of the straits we're in?
I understand it's time I--
You're to leave this house.
If I see you here again, or at any property I own,
I'll have you beaten and put in chains.
- And that's an end to it. - Father.
- I promise-- - Promise someone else.
What's to become of me?
That's no concern of mine.
Let's go! Step lively, you skulking mutts!
For the Duc de la Vauguyon.
Let's go! Step lively, you pathetic minnows!
For the Baron de Romainville.
Hurry up. He's calling!
For the marquis de Castries.
The comte de Montbarrey.
Chancellor Maupeou.
What?
Try harder.
What do you want?
I have a message.
"My tiger."
I'm trying to concentrate here.
Not hard enough, it seems.
"Your brother may be king, but you rule over me."
"My provinces north and south are ready to yield their riches"--
I can't be responsible for every woman with an urge to scribble.
My poor boy.
How it must pain you.
Stop pissing about and admit you've lost.
Who says I've lost?
20,000 livres says it.
Betting on chess?
That's not sporting.
Fine.
So be it.
Twenty it is.
What?
I-- Nothing.
Who are you again?
Your humble servant, Monsieur le Comte.
You know something about chess?
A little.
Well?
What do you suggest I do?
Take your pawn and--
Not fair.
That's what everyone who loses says.
Tell me your name again.
Guillaume Temple.
Ladies and gentlemen,
may I introduce Monsieur Guillaume de Temple.
My new...
Minister of Games.
Don't tell me. Lenoir.
No. Someone else.
Who?
I don't know. From Versailles.
I'm having breakfast.
He says it's urgent.
Who even lets these people in here? I'm not dressed.
What is so damned important--
First Minister.
Son of a bitch.
Monsieur le Comte?
Monsieur le Comte!
I'm back from London!
First Minister!
I met directly with Lord Shelburne's second.
They're willing to negotiate with us separately.
He made it expressly clear that--
What is--
But--
Is this--
Franklin sat there and promised--
He promised to--
He fucked us.
You see what's going on out there?
He'll be on his way by morning.
And you?
What will you have done about it besides sit here and cower?
We'll lose this house.
We'll lose everything.
Do you know why?
All because you've allowed this mesmerist to empty our purse for years
over some country you will never set foot in.
Have you anything to say?
It turns out the queen never bought the necklace in the first place.
The whole affair was a confidence trick, and she's utterly blameless.
Fine.
I'll take care of it myself.
Expenses by the month.
Not for years at a time.
Listen to him now.
What do you have?
What do you have in your pocket right now?
It's like pissing in a violin.
Who was that funny old fellow?
A great man of America.
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