[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
- [person] Oi! - [gasps]
You the one they call It?
Actually, I've got a name.
Cook wants you.
Why?
Fucked if I know.
[indistinct chatter]
[sighs]
[pensive music plays]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[items clattering]
[Cook] You, stop!
Here.
Don't keep the queen waiting.
You want me to serve the queen?
She needs a new maid for her son's coronation.
She's seeing everyone until she makes up her mind.
So move!
Now, where are my ramekins?
Don't look in a mirror.
Could suck the soul right out of you.
I don't believe in all that.
Your funeral.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
- [indistinct chatter] - [footman whistles]
[footman] Hello.
Hello there.
What's your name?
Show us your tits.
[clicks tongue]
[laughter]
[footman] Come on!
♪ ♪
I'm not going in there.
[knocking on door]
[person] Enter.
[door creaks]
♪ ♪
Drew the short straw, did you?
What's your name?
They call me It, ma'am.
Do they?
Well...
that's not very nice.
[It] No.
They're not, actually.
Very nice, that is.
Well, I'm sure you'll get your own back.
I pray for their souls.
As I pray for yours.
I'm grateful.
Though...
it might feel better to get your own back
every once in a while.
You look hungry.
You've heard too many stories.
[orange peel tearing]
In a week's time,
my second son, Charles IX,
will be crowned king of France.
For the next seven days,
I'm to be consumed
with preparations for pageantry.
Feasts, balls,
decorations.
All the details that are supposed to entertain a woman.
But they do not entertain me.
Therefore, I would like somebody to... distract me
with conversation.
Perhaps that person could be you.
Me?
You remind me of myself
when I first came to this country.
[scoffs softly]
You don't believe me.
Well, you're the queen.
And you are just a poor little servant girl
who doesn't even have a name.
Rahima.
Well, Rahima...
...I'll let you in on a little secret, shall I?
I used to be just like you.
[somber music plays]
Someone else's shoes upon my feet,
shivering myself to sleep at night,
with nobody in the world to care about me.
♪ ♪
So the only question is...
...what are you willing to do to change it?
Turn the other cheek?
Pray for those who have trespassed against me?
♪ ♪
Well...
...I'll tell you a little story...
...and...
...you can tell me
what you would have done differently.
How does that sound?
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
Then I'll begin.
I was born of wealthy parents...
[baby crying]
...the wealthiest commoners in Europe.
For that, my family was envied
and despised in equal measure.
[people moaning]
But my father had a weakness.
♪ ♪
Syphilis drove him to his death
within a year of my birth.
My mother, infected with the same,
followed soon after.
My grandmother took me in.
[glass shatters]
[baby crying]
She died in her sleep a few months later.
You might say I was bad luck.
♪ ♪
[person] ...will be done on Earth
as it is in heaven.
- Amen. - [children] Amen.
[Catherine] I was raised along with the rest
of the unwanted children.
♪ ♪
Like you, I believed that if I were good,
God would protect me.
♪ ♪
I was wrong.
♪ ♪
Look familiar?
[indistinct chatter]
[knocking on door]
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and do not lean on your own"--
You're late.
Wait a moment.
Where is my orange?
The markets were emptied.
The soldiers have ransacked Florence.
People are starving--
Silence!
Come closer.
Closer!
[sniffing]
[grunts]
Ow.
Get me the switch.
- [dog whines] - [Mother Superior] Do as I say,
or you'll have it yourself.
Medici bitch, I'll teach you to lie to me.
[Catherine gasps]
♪ ♪
[Catherine] I have always had a strong imagination,
as if I could see things before they happen.
[dog whines]
Sometimes it feels like I can make them happen...
[Mother Superior] Now get out of my sight!
[Catherine] ...if I want them badly enough.
[Catherine groans]
♪ ♪
[Mother Superior] Get me my dog.
♪ ♪
It's dead.
It's a quality some people don't appreciate.
Though I might have behaved differently
had I known the risks the nuns were taking
having me under their roof.
[bells tolling]
[distressed chatter]
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[distressed chatter continues]
♪ ♪
[nun] No, no, no, no, no!
Oh, please! No, stop!
No!
[distressed chatter continues]
[people clamoring]
♪ ♪
[Catherine] Apparently, my head was still worth something
to the starving soldiers of Florence.
Where is the Medici bitch?
[Mother Superior] This is a house of God!
I suggest you leave immediately.
Then I suggest you fuck off.
[nun] Oh, Mother!
[person] Upstairs now!
[gasps]
[distressed chatter]
♪ ♪
- [nun] Let her go! Let her go! - [person] Shut it, old lady.
♪ ♪
[person] She's up here! Come on!
- [person] Now, where is she? - [nun screams]
♪ ♪
[Mathilde] Hurry!
[person] Open it!
[nun screams]
[person] Move it! Come on!
♪ ♪
[Catherine] Cut it! Hurry!
[nun gasping and sobbing]
♪ ♪
They're coming!
Who amongst you would interfere with a bride of Christ?
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[Catherine grunts]
That was the first time I knew I mattered to anyone.
[people clamoring]
I had never before left the convent.
My first impression of my fellow man
was less than favorable.
[indistinct chatter]
Would you help me?
♪ ♪
Something tells me you'll be all right.
How would you know?
I'm a fortune-teller.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[person speaking indistinctly]
[person] Make way for His Eminence.
- [person gasps] - [person] Do you see that?
[person] What's he doing here?
[person] Can you believe it?
[person] It's the pope!
[person] Look, look! It's the pope!
What is he doing here?
♪ ♪
Gentlemen...
I believe you have something that belongs to me.
Until then, I thought I was alone in the world.
That is not close to what we're owed.
We bled for you.
[Clement] By the authority of the papacy,
I command you to free her.
[indistinct chatter]
Or burn in hell for all eternity.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[Catherine] My first taste of the power of presentation
made a lasting impression.
♪ ♪
Fuck it.
♪ ♪
Take her.
She's not worth the bother.
[Clement] My dear niece.
[smooches]
What have you done to your hair?
[dramatic vocal music plays]
♪ ♪
[inhales sharply]
[grunts softly]
Forgive me. It's an...
abscess on my exit.
Makes riding a terror.
[abscess squelches]
[Clement groans]
Anyway, I have wonderful news.
Bit of a brain wave on my part.
Your marriage has been arranged.
[moans]
- Marriage? - Yes.
There you are.
Second son of the king of France.
Not a bad-looking kid if you can trust the rendering.
And a more flattering version of your likeness
was sent to Paris, and that's been accepted.
Now the only task remaining is how to minimize...
[groans]
...how to minimize the disappointment of reality.
I imagine you're aware you're not very much to look at.
[slurps]
Mm, would you mind?
Mm.
[moans]
[grunts]
But such a shame
that you didn't inherit your mother's looks.
[groans]
Ah, thank you.
[groans]
I-I'm told you're intelligent.
That's good.
Tends to last longer than mere beauty.
And luckily for us, King of France has a passion
for all things Italian.
With you, he gets a handful of duchies.
Milan, Parma, Piacenza, to be precise.
[cardinal] As well as the usual extortionate dowry.
In return, we get protection
against that slack-jawed ingrate in Madrid
who has done a bit of a number on us of late,
has he not, Cardinal?
What if I don't want to be married?
[chuckles]
I'll make this abundantly clear to you.
Our armies are beaten.
Our soldiers who didn't have the foresight
to get themselves killed on the field of battle
are all starving.
The people blame the maidages,
which makes you the orphan offspring
of the most despised family in Europe.
And without the protection of France,
we will both find ourselves hanging by our feet
in the Campo de' Fiori before very long.
In short, it doesn't matter what you want.
Hmm? You understand?
Hmm?
Now, you won't be entirely alone.
A-a distant cousin of your mother's,
Diane de Poitiers,
is highly regarded in the Valois court,
and I'm sure she will be of some help to you.
Now, I'm sorry, but we have to make sure
that you're intact, so...
[Clement groans]
Lean over.
And raise your skirt.
How is this different to what the soldiers
planned to do to me, you're wondering.
[whimpers]
Not much.
She's all there.
[Clement] Excellent!
In that case...
[groans]
...we don't have a moment to lose.
Your Grace, to what do I owe the honor of my visit?
My niece is to be married
to the youngest son of the king of France,
and you will make her the most beautiful bride
the world has ever seen.
I'm not a magician.
[Clement] Then I suggest you become one.
You will be accompanying my niece to France
as her personal atelier.
Red is not her color.
We need more ornamentation around the neckline
to divert attention from her chin.
[sprightly music plays]
Something refreshing about being picked apart like that,
something honest.
I knew right away I was in the hands of a professional.
[Sebastio] She has nice ankles.
Make sure every dress is two inches shorter
so they are always visible,
along with these.
All the rage in Asia.
♪ ♪
They shall highlight your best feature.
You must be prepared to dance on your wedding night.
I don't know how.
So you must learn.
"The French view the Italians
with suspicion..."
[person] Foot goes out. Wrists go up.
Foot goes around.
"...as known poisoners..."
[person] We step out with the right.
- Mm-hmm. - Bring our left to our right.
And a little rise up and down.
"...who are overly emotional
and more interested in art than conquest."
The French are unfamiliar with the fork.
How do they eat?
[chuckles] No idea.
With their hands, presumably.
Right and left.
And right, together. Rise.
You will demonstrate, like so.
♪ ♪
Do you really think this is going to work?
What choice do we have?
It's not enough.
Did you say something?
Yes.
I said it is not enough.
As if you have ever wanted anything finer.
No, I have not. [sighs]
The marriage is not a foregone conclusion,
despite what the king thinks.
The French don't like Italians.
The common opinion is that we are backward,
impractical, and overly emotional.
They especially won't like one without royal blood.
I'm not beautiful.
I'm not refined.
If the people of France are to accept
the orphan child of a most despised family in Europe,
we must distract them with finery.
Unless, of course, this is the best that you can do.
With the budget I was allowed, no one could have done better.
Well, then the budget must be raised...
...because it is not enough.
Unless, of course, we want to end up
hanging by our feet in the Campo de' Fiori.
- Right, Uncle? - [Clement] Mm.
We'll get him what he needs.
[cardinal] But, Your Grace, with the retinue,
the dowry, and the trousseau,
we simply don't have the budget.
[Clement] Well, then peddle indulgences
to some of your wealthy friends
who like fiddling with little boys.
I don't care what you do, but raise it,
because the girl may not know her place,
but she happens to be right.
[Catherine] Once I asserted my will,
the preparations proceeded more smoothly.
[exciting music plays]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
Then came the task
of selecting the rest of my retinue
to accompany me to France.
I was hoping to introduce you to Silvestro Niccolini,
the top perfumer in Florence, but he has taken ill--
quite suddenly, I understand--
so in his stead, his daughter--
Angelica.
I'm sorry my father couldn't be here.
Stomach ailment.
Potentially fatal, tragically.
What happened to your eye?
Walked into a door.
Clumsy of me.
My father is so patient.
I have made a blend especially for the duchessina's wedding.
- What's in it? - [Angelica] Lavender,
benzyl alcohol,
camphor,
ethanol.
Could any of those cause stomach ailments?
Potentially.
Perhaps I could use someone like you.
I'm at your service.
If you're a friend to the oppressed,
you can expect loyalty in return.
[person clears throat]
Ah, heathen.
[chuckles]
I did her conversion myself.
[gentle music playing]
[Catherine] I thought I could use someone
who knew how to charm powerful men.
She'll be a testament to you.
[clears throat]
You should know that France is a shithole.
But if you play your cards right,
you could be a princess in that shithole,
which on balance beats being a commoner here any day.
[Catherine] Then I encountered some familiar faces.
[Clement] What do you do?
[laughs]
I love a juggling dwarf.
You don't know how to juggle?
What difference does it make?
Whatever I do, people find it amusing.
I could pass gas, and people'd find it funny.
It's true. It is really most amusing.
People are idiots.
Now... no.
She will be my fool.
Ah, as you wish.
[sighs]
Unless you'd rather stay here.
I know you.
[person clears throat]
Ah, Duchessina Caterina, of course.
I needed your help, and you left me to die.
Well, I didn't die. Too bad for you.
On the contrary, I made a prediction.
And evidently, that prediction came true.
You didn't need my help.
Tell me my fortune now.
I think you see as well as I do.
If you learn to use your powers,
you will achieve greatness.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
I am to travel to France to marry the king's son.
I want you to join me as my personal magician.
There are magicians in France.
I want him.
[sighs]
You are a willful girl.
But in my limited experience,
marriage requires the bride
to be a blank canvas.
From here on, everything depends
on your total submission.
And if your new husband wishes you
to read the scriptures with him every night,
you will be his pious little mouse.
And if he wishes you to sodomize him
with his mother's hairbrush,
you will do that.
It is your sacred duty.
But remember that you serve
a higher authority in heaven...
...represented on Earth by me.
May I inquire, is the dowry complete?
How dare you?
Of course it's complete.
[chuckles]
Then we shouldn't have a problem.
[Rahima] So you never saw your home again?
[Catherine] No.
Come to think of it, I didn't.
[Rahima] I'm sorry to hear that.
Oh, don't be.
Nostalgia is no friend to people like us.
♪ ♪
Truth is, I never really liked it that much.
♪ ♪
[breathing heavily]
It's like a giant goose egg.
- Typical Italian gaudiness. - Mm.
[clears throat]
[Eleanor] Oh, here we are.
Buongiorno!
- Welcome, uh, Italy. - [laughter]
Your Majesty.
[laughter]
[Clement] May I present my niece,
the duchessina Caterina de' Medici,
as a prospective bride for your son,
the duke of Orléans?
What is it?
Some sort of aquatic slug?
[laughter]
Not the one I have to marry, thank God.
What's she got stuck to her feet?
There is the question of the dowry.
[horse whinnies]
You are short the amount we agreed upon.
He lied to me.
[Clement] That is an installment
with more to follow.
It's dangerous to travel with huge sums on the high seas.
The remaining balance will be dispatched
as soon as I return to Florence.
Pay no attention.
The duke of Guise, like the rest of his family,
thinks only of money.
[Charles] As a-- [clears throat]
As a convert to the Protestant faith,
I, of course, place no value whatsoever
on worldly possessions.
However, we would not want your subjects
thinking the Valois court was in the business
of bargain hunting, would we?
[laughter]
[Francis] Um, Francois,
this is a teachable moment, I think, hmm?
Do we trust the pope to pay the rest of the dowry
and proceed as planned,
or do we call the whole thing off
to save our reputation, hmm?
What would you do
if I were dead and gone and you were already king?
If it were a thing of beauty, we could overlook such things,
but it most certainly is not.
[Francis] No need to make it personal, son.
My uncle, His Grace the pope, is too modest.
He is also offering the Duchy of Urbino
with its wealth of farmland...
[softly] What are you saying?
...and a cardinalship to the Guises' second son,
a sign of the Vatican's appreciation
of the family's staunch Catholicism
and forgiveness
of the Bourbon family's abandonment of the church.
God forgives you.
- [chuckles] - Hmm.
But only if this union be the will of God,
Your Grace.
Bit over the top, don't you think?
His opinion didn't matter.
This was strictly for the Catholics of the house.
A good Catholic girl is exactly what this court needs, hmm?
[Charles] If you say so, Your Majesty.
[Francis sighs]
We happily accept your increase in the dowry.
France accepts the duchessina Catherine de Medici
in marriage with their son,
Henri, duke of Orléans.
- [Eleanor] Lovely. - [Clement] Congratulations.
You've made Urbino French
and the match has been accepted.
But don't think we're in the clear.
You have to stay in favor long enough to get pregnant.
Do you think you can manage that, hmm?
- Hmm. - [Catherine chuckles dryly]
Well, shall we go and meet the groom?
[horse whinnying]
[indistinct chatter]
There he is, my second son.
[Montmorency] His athletic skills have developed nicely.
Really?
[Montmorency] Henri is dedicating his win
to Diane de Poitiers.
A relation of yours, I believe?
A cousin, though we've never met.
Diane has been like a mother to my boy
ever since his own mother passed on.
Then something terrible happened...
...the worst thing that could happen to someone like us.
I fell in love.
[Francis] My second son, Henri, duke of Orléans.
You're much nicer to look at in real life
than your portrait.
[Catherine chuckles politely]
[Henri] Duchessina.
Your Majesty.
[Montmorency] Impressive.
You rode well.
[Henri] As you taught me.
Did you watch the joust, Father?
I did not.
One joust is the same as the next to me.
[chuckles]
My son is always practicing war.
When I was his age, I was leading armies.
[chuckles]
Um...
you kids go and have fun, hmm?
Uh, get to know each other.
After all, you will be married, hmm?
[laughter]
- I'm so sorry. - [Catherine] It's okay.
[yawns] Right.
Um, yes, I'm gonna get this off.
Come with me. I-I'm gonna show you the pond,
- if you don't mind. - [Catherine] Mm-hmm.
[Henri] It's, um...
[tender music plays]
[sighs]
♪ ♪
[Catherine] Are they really necessary?
[Henri] My father insists.
[Catherine] I see.
[Henri] I can look after myself, mind you,
um, not that I can imagine one of my subjects
meaning me any harm.
[Catherine] Certainly not.
[Henri] Or you, for that matter,
now that, um...
that this, um...
- I'm sorry. - [Catherine] It's all right.
[Henri] ...n-now that this treaty between our two nations
has been forged.
Bring Charles V to heel.
[Catherine chuckles]
"Treaty."
He was too shy to say the word "marriage."
Sweet, no?
It was a cunning move on behalf of your father and my uncle.
I thought so as well.
You seem very close to Madame de Poitiers.
Mm-hmm, she's...
yeah, she's a wonderful woman.
She's, um... she's taught me so much.
She's my cousin.
- Really? - [Catherine] Yeah.
Really? She's your cousin?
Mm-hmm.
Oh, well, no wonder we get along so well, then.
[chuckles]
- Oh, sugar. - [Catherine gasps] Oh!
- Oh. - [Henri] No, no, no, no.
- [Catherine] No, no. - [Henri] It's a big one.
- Hey, come on. Pick him up. - Oh, go on.
[Henri] He's tiny and he's sweet.
And he wants to say hello. Hey, come on.
Uh, you got him?
[Catherine] Yeah.
Uh, sing to it.
- [Catherine] What? - Sing to it.
I have a terrible voice.
I doubt that very much.
[chuckles]
[vocalizing softly]
♪ ♪
- [Henri] Go on. - Wow. Mm.
A-a trick I learned as a boy.
All animals are musical.
It's, um...
...it's the last thing my-my mother taught me
before she died.
I never knew my mother.
♪ ♪
I will always believe,
for that one day at least, that my love was requited.
Nobody can tell me it wasn't.
[chuckles]
[Catherine] And like that, we were married.
[bells tolling]
♪ ♪
[bright music playing]
♪ ♪
You look very beautiful this evening.
- Thanks. Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
[sighs]
Oh, hello, cousin.
Madame de Poitiers.
[chuckles] Call me Diane.
We're family, after all.
Yeah, of course.
Um, I'm so pleased to have a relative at court.
Mm, your mother would be very happy
if she could see you now.
You remember my mother?
But of course.
On her wedding night.
Such a beauty, just like you.
[Catherine chuckles]
I feel very lucky.
Henri seems such a fine young man.
He's the best man I know.
I love your dress.
[Diane] I always wear black and white
since my husband died.
Mixed feelings, I suppose you could say.
- I'm sorry. - Well, don't be.
A widow is the best thing a woman can hope to be.
You get to keep the money.
And if you are sufficiently devout,
no one expects you to take another husband.
It is the closest thing we have to freedom.
If I weren't so fond of Henri,
I'd wish you the same.
[both chuckle]
Perhaps you'd like a guide of the local flora and fauna.
- Oh, yes, please. - Mm.
Queen Eleanor,
sister of France's mortal enemy,
the Holy Roman Emperor.
She'd rather go to bed with a dog than a king.
[gasps] Oh.
Not that it matters.
Francis.
Lately, he's been very busy with his latest conquest,
Anne D'Etampes,
said to be capable of unspeakable things
in the bedroom.
Charles of Bourbon.
Like most true aristocrats, he's not very bright.
What in God's name is this contraption?
Converted to Protestantism
purely for political gain.
Must be Italian.
Then you have the duke of Guise with his sons.
His title is bought and paid for.
Merchant's daughter.
I'd rather have my knees broken
than to bend it to the Medici.
Mm, well, I'm sure that can be arranged.
You've met Montmorency, the king's loyal dog.
Clever to Francis to invite the sultan.
Everyone knows it was your idea, Montmorency.
The rest of Europe is actually fucking terrified of him.
- Useful ally, wouldn't you say? - Mm.
[Diane] Together, they form the Privy Council,
and they despise each other.
The only thing they have in common
is, they'd put a knife in the king's back for the crown.
[applause]
[Clement] How much longer can this possibly go on?
[clears throat]
I would like to offer a benediction.
To the couple's eternal happiness,
as God in heaven intended it.
And I would like to propose a toast.
To the unity of France and Italy.
A new era of peace and prosperity.
[Clement] God willing.
[gentle music playing]
♪ ♪
Hey, go dance with your cousin.
[Diane] Tonight's your wedding night, cousin.
You know what is expected of you.
[Catherine] Mm.
Let me give you a piece of advice.
Do not let your husband fail.
[Catherine chuckles]
I know him well.
Be yourself.
Be bold.
That's what Henri wants.
[Catherine] Yeah.
Yes, I will.
We are all depending on you.
♪ ♪
- [fireworks popping] - [person] Did you see that?
[Diane] Oh!
- [laughs] - [Henri] Let's see.
[excited chatter]
[Catherine] Oh.
[people murmuring]
Bold, hmm?
[Catherine] Hmm.
[yawns]
[person] Oh, pretty.
[person] Very pretty.
- [Francis] Let the joust begin! - [Clement] Mm.
[Clement clears throat]
[person] Rather him than me.
[indistinct chatter]
[Clement clears throat]
Someone will have to take initiative, I think.
[Eleanor] Mm.
[person] Wow, adventurous.
[Charles] Germanic position.
It's a safe bet.
[softly] Hey, look at me.
Pretend we're alone.
[grunting softly]
Ow.
[Clement] Well, they're...
- Now-- - [Francis] Here we go.
[Henri moans]
[Catherine whimpers]
[Clement] There you go.
[Charles] Well done.
- [applause] - [person] Bravo!
[person] It's no conquest.
- [Francis] A good joust. - [Clement] Mm.
[Francis] But, uh, in bed,
you are not the winner, mon fils.
[laughter]
Well done.
Henri.
[softly] Get out.
What?
[Henri] Did you not hear me?
I said get out!
[Catherine] Okay.
[unsettling music plays]
♪ ♪
[wine pouring]
Drink this.
Principessa.
♪ ♪
Henri.
[sinister music plays]
♪ ♪
They were lovers?
Yes.
And you know what I learned that day?
That you could overcome
every obstacle put in front of you
but you couldn't win the heart of the one you loved?
No.
I learned never to trust a single soul.
[tense music plays]
Take this clumsy girl away.
[Rahima] No, it wasn't me!
It wasn't--
This is a mistake.
Where are you taking me?
Please!
Let go of me! It wasn't me!
I'm sorry! I'm--I'm sorry! No!
[grunts]
♪ ♪
I didn't do anything.
Come on. I didn't do anything.
["Gloria" playing]
[sighs]
♪ ♪
[Patti Smith] ♪ Jesus died For somebody's sins ♪
♪ But not mine ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Meltin' In a pot of thieves ♪
♪ Wild card up my sleeve ♪
♪ Thick heart of stone ♪
♪ My sins my own ♪
♪ They belong to me ♪
♪ Me ♪
♪ I-I walk in a room ♪
♪ You know I look so proud ♪
♪ I move In this here atmosphere ♪
♪ Where anything's allowed ♪
♪ Oh, she looks so good ♪
♪ Oh, she looks so fine ♪
♪ And I got This crazy feeling ♪
♪ That I'm gonna Ah-ah, make her mine ♪
♪ G-L-O ♪
♪ R-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-I-A ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-I-A ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-I-A ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-I-A ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-I-A ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-I-A ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-I-A ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-I-A ♪