La putain du roi1990

First Priest:
[in confessional] My daughter. At times circumstances require that the holy church takes care of the earthly well-being of the faithful. Do you understand me?

Jeanne de Luynes:
No, my father.

First Priest:
Great disquietude has overcome the king. The king is ill. That's not good for the country.

Jeanne de Luynes:
The king is here. In this church, on his knees. He is staring at me. [pause] What are you telling me?

First Priest:
The king feels a burning passion [pause] for you.

Jeanne de Luynes:
Thou shall not covet thy neighbour's wife.

2nd Priest:
You are absolved of your sins, my daughter.

First Priest:
The king is ill. He begs you to permit him to love you.