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Your Majesty, we'd be safer to return another day,
with the ambulances reloaded.
-Bring more bread, Baliff! -Our children starve to death!
There's bread for everyone!
-Back! Stay back! -Here you go!
Don’t push! There’s enough bread for everybody!
Stop pushing, people!
Please bread and medicines!
Please, your Majesty, get in the car!
Tomorrow we'll bring firewood, more food and medicine. I promise.
God bless you! Have pity on us!
Back! Stay back!
Yes?
Your Majesty, you wanted me to inform you when the Queen arrives.
Marie!
Thank you!
Majesty, His Highness Prince Știrbey has returned from his trip
and is asking to see you.
One moment.
Show him in.
Prince Știrbey.
Your Majesty…
How was your trip?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for Greater Romania,
but now distances are twice what they used to be.
We might not have a Greater Romania anymore.
Have you read the papers?
From Paris? I have. I wouldn’t want to be in Brătianu’s shoes right now.
Still, there must be something we can do!
What could we do? It’s all up to the politicians now!
I have an idea! What if I wrote to my cousin George?
He must have a say in this, after all, he’s the King of England!
What do you think?
-Without telling Ferdinand? -There’s no time for that now!
Not that he’s letting me do anything anyway.
“Missy, royalties don’t meddle in politics.
They are two separate businesses!”
And he’s right.
That's why I doubt your cousin, the King, could be of much help.
If only I were Brătianu, for sure we’d make ourselves heard!
Barbu, why am I not a man?
Well, you won’t hear any complaints from me
that Your Majesty is not a man.
But if you were to join this fight, I’m sure you’d win.
You have the will and the heart of the nation!
His Majesty requests the presence of His Highness Prince Știrbey right away.
Your Majesty…
Mother, I’m no longer a child. You cannot bend me to your will anymore.
Carol, my dear, please hear me out,
it’s not about “my will”, it’s about your status!
Thank God, we’ve stopped the misfortune and the marriage is annulled.
Yet, even knowing what’s at stake, you keep seeing that woman.
Carol, in Heaven’s name, why?
Because I love her, mother! Can’t you see Zizi is my only happiness?
Nothing can keep me away from her.
But what could you know about love?
How can you say that to me?
Do you know what I went through?
The point is we are not commoners, we are the royal family!
You’ve been brought up to know the difference!
So remember who you are.
Enough!
Giddy-up!
The Count of Saint-Aulaire is here, from Paris.
They’re still holding the Bucharest Treaty against Romania.
And the Count of Saint-Aulaire advises us what?
The King should send additional help to Paris to save the matter.
-Someone whose voice will be heard. -Who?
Gentlemen, we’ve just witnessed a severe violation of the Constitution.
The law clearly stipulates
the decisions are taken by parties and their politicians.
-Agree! Exactly! -Agree! Yes!
Let’s face it, this time the King has gone too far!
He can’t decide this over our head, he’s exceeding his authority.
This could set a bad precedent.
-We’ve already sent Brătianu! -He needs more support.
We should send more ministers, not the Queen!
We're risking a lot!
Just one of her spontaneous outbursts and we’d be back in the pre-Bismark era!
With our whole country divided!
I’m not convinced!
Better the Queen than Brătianu! He’s done nothing so far!
Let the Queen go!
She speaks their language and knows how to get to them!
And what can we do now? The Queen will be on a train on 1 March!
Calm down, wait a second.
Don’t we have the local press on our side?
Not all of it, but yes, most of it.
We could commission a few articles
to cast some serious doubts on the merits of this trip.
What we really need
is the Prince himself!
We need to get Carol on our side.
He has increasing influence at the court, and he could keep his mother in check.
If we promise him our support,
he might prove to be a more flexible king, wouldn’t you say?
Maybe this way we can still stop the Queen from going to Paris.
No!
Mr. Cantacuzino! Gentlemen!
Any word from London?
Unfortunately, no!
His Majesty, King George hasn’t answered yesterday’s telegram either.
Please ask that we talk to London on the phone.
If we can’t get George, try our embassy, perhaps Joe Boyle is there.
Yes, Your Majesty.
Are you really going to wear these last century rags to Paris?
You really have no other concern than fashion?
If you don’t wish to come with us, you’re free to stay home.
Carol’s told me you’re actually going on a political mission to Paris.
Why would you meddle in something like that?
We got hold of Mr. Boyle on the telephone.
Thank you.
His Excellency, the Count of Saint-Aulaire, and His Lordship, the Marquis de Flers
have already left for Paris.
-But… -But?
Your Majesty, please forgive me, are you absolutely sure it’s a good idea
to send the Queen on such an important mission?
“A good idea”? It’s a disaster. A terrible mistake!
Do you really think you’re most qualified to make that judgement?
The plan is not without risk. But it is our last chance!
-General, how soon can the Queen leave? -The Royal Train is ready to go.
Please notify all the official channels, our press service, and the one in Paris.
Gentlemen, please.
Thank you, I’ll take it from here.
How dare they call you a traitor just because you love me?
You’ll be Queen. I’ll prove it, Zizi! I’ll show them how justice is done!
What is it?
Please forgive me, madam, but Her Majesty the Queen is here.
She demands to speak to His Royal Highness right away.
Just to make myself clear, Your Majesty, I am not a commoner.
The Lambrinos, my family, are aristocrats!
Tell her, darling! Tell her what I mean to you!
I might not be a princess,
but you must understand that Europe, that the world is changing!
Russia understood that! No one can reverse history.
Carol truly loves me.
And I love him, with all my heart. I make him happy.
What more could a mother want for her son?
Carol, dear, I beg you! Get up and come home with me!
Sweetheart, tell her what I mean to you! Please!
If you wish to be worthy of your role as heir to the throne of Romania,
you will stand up now and return to the Palace with me.
Now, Carol!
Why?
What are you going to do to me? Punish me?
Therefore, you acknowledge
the King’s appointment of your brother as the new heir to the Crown.
-Can she do that? She can’t do that! -Shut up!
Who?! Nicky takes my throne?!
Nicky is a blasted nobody!
Where are you going? Don’t leave, please!
How low can you go, mother!
Father! Father! Father?!
Yes.
-Did you agree to that? -To what?
To put Nicky on the throne if I keep seeing Zizi?
Carol, your mother and I have discussed this and decided
the best for you at this time is to go to Transylvania.
You will take the aid supplies from your mother’s foundations there.
It’s not enough you’re destroying me and Zizi,
now you’re dispatching me to the other end of the country?
What am I to bring bread to the poor?
No, you’ll bring relief to the less fortunate.
Mother is traipsing around Paris with my sisters,
Nicky is lording it in London,
and you’re sending me, your first born, to the sticks!
Carol, you will behave as befits a future King,
showing compassion and concern for the fate of your people.
Is that clear?
Ready, go! Well done!
-Mr. Mișu, I’m glad to see you again. -The joy and honour are mine, Majesty.
-Mr. Brătianu, such a pleasure! -Welcome, Your Majesty.
I’m glad to see you again, Mr. Prime-Minister.
I am a little princess and have a pretty nice tiara.
And I would like to be given a little doll.
Mother taught me to be well-behaved, and I’m gleeful like a swallow.
Dinner with the British Ambassador to Paris.
Inauguration of Rodin Museum.
Press conference, reception at our Embassy, opening of my show,
reception at Her Ladyship the Marquise de Flers.
Unveiling of Victor Hugo statue?
Meeting with Madame Lahovary. Reception at Académie des Beaux-Arts.
Opening of the Flower Expo!
Mr. Brătianu, how many days is this schedule for?
-For the next four days. -Four days?
And this is a list of those
who’d like to be introduced to you as soon as possible:
marquises, counts and countesses, also important Americans and English men,
also known these days as “businessmen”.
You’ll meet them for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
But Prime-Minister Clemenceau is not on this list.
No, he is not.
I’m sorry, we haven’t been able to schedule an appointment with him yet.
Not even the Count of Saint-Aulaire could arrange anything?
He is not here.
He’s been out of Paris for a few days, but he’ll be back tomorrow and...
Thank you.
-Mr. Brătianu, one moment please. -Your Majesty!
Does me being here in Paris bother you?
Not at all.
I want us to be honest with each other.
I don’t want to meddle in politics,
but if I’m to help Romania in any way, I need your full support.
I understand.
We already have enough enemies,
it makes no sense for us to be opponents too.
Your Majesty can count on my loyalty. To be honest, I don’t envy you at all.
-Thank you. -I thank you.
Girls, please. Stop. Put that back, please!
Did you know about this?
Yes, Your Majesty. And there are more on the way.
Thank you, Madame.
On the table, please.
Thank you.
Queen Marie enchanted the reporters
The Queen is partying in Paris
Foreign Affairs bent by the Home Affairs bypasses
Where are the wagons with relief promised by the Queen?
Queen of Romania dazzles the Parisians
Queen Marie enchanted the reporters
-Your Majesty. -Prime-Minister.
What do you think?
Could we find something for Lisbeth to do here in Paris?
What did you have in mind?
Given her passion for music, maybe she could study singing or piano.
-I’ll look into it. For how long? -Until I find her a suitable husband.
Majesty, you have the connection to Prince Știrbey in Buftea.
In a moment.
Thank you.
My dear Barbu! How are things at home?
Carol has left for Transylvania and Zizi stayed behind in Bucharest.
Apparently, she didn’t feel up for such a trip.
Yes, I talked to Nando yesterday. He was rather tense.
The government is holding him responsible for your trip to Paris.
But I thought everybody had agreed.
Yes and no. The opposition is protesting:
“The Queen is partying in Paris while the country is starving.”
Yes, I read that. Please inform the Government that
the first load of relief supplies leaves for Romania tomorrow.
Clothing for the poor and food. Medicine and hospital equipment will follow.
This will appease them a little.
Thank you for being direct, as usual! I’ll talk to you again soon.
Good luck!
Thank you.
That was Clemenceau’s Chief of Staff, General Mordacq.
It is impossible, Your Majesty, to spare more than 20 minutes. Please understand.
20 minutes, it's not much.
Gentlemen, I need all the information you have on “The Tiger”.
Bring some tea, please.
Your Majesty, don’t cry.
That’s all?
-Ileana, my love, what happened? -I had a bad dream!
-What did you dream about? -I can’t remember.
-It’s all right, she’ll stay with me. -Good night, Your Majesty.
It was only a dream. Now you’re with me. All right?
That’s what happens in life too,
we have bad dreams, but luckily we also have good ones.
The secret is to hold on to the good ones and forget the bad ones.
Lloyd George planned this table seating on purpose!
The Peace Treaty is drafted by The Four, US, UK, France, Italy,
and submitted to be signed to the delegates.
Elena...
please see to my luggage. We’re leaving for London.
Sure, Your Majesty.
But if you were to join this fight...
Sure, ask him!
Go, go!
Thank you for coming.
-Your Majesty… -Thank you.
My Marie, I don’t want to worry you, but I must be honest.
The Hungarian danger in Transylvania has worsened.
The Hungarian Bolsheviks have crossed the border
and are devastating whole towns and villages.
The King has already called on Gen. Berthelot for military assistance.
We may have to bring Carol back to Bucharest.
Try to win as many allies as possible for the Romanian cause,
otherwise our country will unravel.
I admire you with all my heart.
-And he has a castle. -Yes, a big and beautiful one.
-And what is his name? -His name is David.
“David” is a wonderful name.
-I am very happy. -Me too.
Girls let’s go for a while! Ileana!
Thank you.
Your Majesty!
-Mr. Brătianu, please, take a seat. -Thank you, I would rather stand.
How’s it going with the Peace Talks?
Nobody dares say anything as long as the American President is not convinced.
When he opens his mouth, everyone else falls silent.
How come?
Your Majesty, for months now it’s been the same routine:
every day we go to Quai d’Orsay, as all the other delegations.
Everyone reiterates their wishes, produce their claims over and over again.
We negotiate, cite historical examples, put pressure and what do they do?
Eat, drink, smoke and simply ignore us,
and there goes another day with no progress, no decision!
Please forgive my temper. To be honest, I wish I could resign.
Mr. Brătianu...
I’ve been here much less time and achieved even less than you, but...
believe me I would resign too, if only I could.
Your Majesty, a telegram from Lloyd George!
Open it, please!
He’s requesting an audience!
He is waiting for you tomorrow at noon, at the restaurant “Le Tour D’Argent”.
-No, no, no. -Your Majesty...
Please tell him we will meet here, at the same time, in the Reception Hall!
Yes, Your Majesty!
Mr. Mișu!
-Any answer from President Wilson? -Unfortunately not yet, Your Majesty.
Your Majesty, if I may.
There’s a meeting with the war invalids at the French-American Atelier today.
The American First Lady, Edith Wilson, is the guest of honour.
Lily of life
Thank you.
-Thank you, Mr. Brătianu. -Your Majesty.
I have given our country a lively image!
I have Woodrow Wilson’s, Clemenceau’s and Lloyd George’s promises
that they will reconsider their positions regarding Greater Romania.
And we returned, as you know, with many carloads of food and equipment.
Bravo!
Bravo, Mother.
Weren’t you expecting applauses?
I thought you were.
Let’s see... you’ve come back from Paris with politicians’ promises.
And you believed them? Even worse, you expect us to believe them too?
Let me tell you the truth about your trip, Mother.
It was useless!
What’s worse, while you were gallivanting all over Paris,
we were still fighting here, in Transylvania!
Maybe you were too busy parading your new clothes in fancy restaurants.
Well let me tell you, Béla Kun and his Bolsheviks have reached Budapest
and are slaughtering people left and right!
How’s that for “a lively image”, Mother?
You mean, no one told you?
Perhaps they were afraid of ruining your party.
But I’m telling you now: your trip was an utter waste of time and money!
Does everyone here agree with that?
What’s wrong, father? Are you angry too?
Leave me alone, please.
Come, come!
Have you been to the forest?
-And what have you found? -Snails and flowers.
-What else? -More flowers.
-Have you had a good time? -Yes.
-And what have you picked? -Flowers.
And what else?
Let’s go, girls.