Reign (2013) s03e08 Episode Script

Our Undoing

Previously on "Reign" NARCISSE: "One rat down, two to go.
" Please stop the threats.
The dead rat you left in my bath.
But not at my command.
I know you're hungry, too.
You want more? So take it.
All those in favor of holding a vote to confirm the queen mother as regent.
In this urn is proof our late King Francis was murdered.
The king's liver.
Blackness demonstrates he was poisoned.
You think that I killed my son to take power? France needs a leader.
I will offer myself.
And all those in favor.
I hope I will rule my country well.
If you don't marry Charles, what will you do? Intelligence from Spain.
Prince Don Carlos is their next king, and he has begun looking for a wife.
DON CARLOS: Some people call it a sex horse.
The device is for me.
Mary! I trusted you! (Gasping) What do we do now? I can still see the shard of wood sticking out the back of his skull and the blood everywhere.
We should have stayed with Don Carlos, not fled.
- Keep moving.
- It's not too late to go back.
We could tell everyone what happened.
- What if he dies? - Oh, you just pray that's exactly what happens to him.
His father is the most powerful, most pious monarch in the world.
The prince could easily convince King Philip that that masochism machine was something that you and Francis used to use.
That you introduced it to the prince, and then you invited me in as a participant.
Nothing would save us from the wrath of Spain.
Until we know Don Carlos' fate, we need to come up with a story to cover our whereabouts this evening just in case.
Okay, okay, we were here.
We were playing a game of chess, which I won.
Can your servants refute that? Did anyone know that you were visiting - Don Carlos' chambers this evening? - Uh, no.
He likes to keep his sexual tastes and everything surrounding them a well-guarded secret.
You've dragged your hem through his blood.
That has to go, too.
Now think.
Did you leave any of your other belongings behind? Oh, no.
The blindfold I used on Don Carlos was my sash.
But I didn't add it to my gown until after my attendants had gone.
No one can link it back to me.
What are you doing? I'm trying to manage any additional jeopardy that I might face.
I'm accused of poisoning my son.
A stockpile of toxins and my expertise in their use is not gonna help my cause.
Your son died a hero, not a victim.
How can I help you fight these accusations? Throw those into the fire.
Don't inhale the smoke.
I can't have another dead monarch on my hands.
(Knocking on door) MAN: Open up! - In the name of the regent! - (Knocking on door) Yes? May I enter? Do I have a choice? You're regent.
Which is why I'm here.
In service of my new position.
- (Scoffs) - One you stole from my grasp when you refused to defend me against allegations of regicide.
Cardinal Morel leveled the allegations.
I have the unhappy task of heading up an inquest to determine whether there is enough proof for you to stand trial.
Well, then look no further than my son, King Charles.
He will testify I would never do harm to Francis.
The privy council has sent Charles away to a safe location.
(Gasps) Without Charles, she's as good as convicted.
It is neither my job nor the king's to try her.
That task belongs to the The Parlement de Paris, the high court of France.
I have no motive to murder my son.
And I have not said that you did.
Unfortunately, others think differently.
When Francis fell ill, he had you locked in a dungeon.
You were out of favor, out of power.
Your only hope of regaining that power was if the king were dead.
How could I poison my son from behind bars? I hadn't the means.
What did you say? Oh, good God, no.
Stephan.
I know that things have been bad between us as of late, but we were once friends.
Lovers.
Your incarceration would suggest a lack of means were it not for the rat and the threatening note you ordered placed in my wife's bath while you were imprisoned.
I didn't.
You know that.
- You're trying to put her away forever.
- I'm trying to protect France.
You're trying to protect your role as regent of France.
Please, I beg of you, do not do this.
I'm sorry, but I cannot ignore what happened to Lady Lola.
She must be called before the inquest.
If she testifies that I orchestrated that from behind bars, it would show that I was capable of poisoning Francis by the same means, when the truth is, you planted that rat, and then you blamed me so you could scare that silly girl into your arms.
Guards.
That is where she keeps her poisons.
Uh, for the integrity of this investigation, please leave.
I was not responsible for that threat against Lola.
I know.
I recognize the glint in Narcisse's eye when he lies.
Although he did seem oddly conflicted at the charges against you.
It's possible he didn't frame me for Francis' death, but he'd certainly be happy to see me hang by the tale of a rat.
But if he's not behind the poisoning conspiracy, what do I make of this? I slipped it out of my apothecary before Narcisse arrived.
It's oil of vitriol.
It's a toxin, it darkens a victim's liver, and it is not mine.
It's not.
Given that Francis' liver was blackened.
Do you think Narcisse planted it? I don't know.
It would be difficult.
There are guards outside your doors at all times.
It's not like he's welcome in your chambers.
He has been welcome of late.
We rekindled our affair.
A liaison that's clearly over now.
What do you expect me to do with this information? Lola is like a sister to me.
Well, I understand if you are no longer my ally.
Leave me.
Soon the castle will quake with the news of Don Carlos' accident.
His delegation of nobles will look to blame someone, and it cannot be us.
You must control this situation.
Whatever Narcisse is guilty of, his intentions are clear he wants to keep you from the regency.
That's not what Francis wanted or what France needs.
I will talk to Lola, see if I can convince her that the rat was not your doing.
It won't be easy.
She's under Narcisse's thrall.
Oh, unless you mention his infidelity.
I would be inflicting unnecessary pain.
I'll do it my way.
You ask me to accept that Stephan is responsible for Catherine's threat because Catherine says so? If you testify that Catherine put a hostile note and a dead rat in your bath while she was locked in the dungeon, it will prove she had the ability to poison her son.
Well, who can say that she didn't? You know Catherine would never harm Francis.
I don't fault you for taking her side.
Since you lost Francis, she has been a great support in your hour of need.
But Catherine has it in for my husband.
He broke her heart, and she seethes because he will never touch her again.
Lola, think about it.
Who would have the most to gain from scaring you? Catherine.
She wanted me to stay away from Stephan, and I did.
Until you married him.
Is it any coincidence that after the rat, you sought protection in his arms? Enough of this.
I know that I didn't wed a perfect man, but if he did this, it would make a mockery of our marriage.
And I can't believe that of my husband, I just can't.
Your Majesty, if I may introduce myself.
Lord Cunningham.
I know who you are.
My apologies.
It's usually my custom to greet my newly arrived Scottish advisors, but I've been somewhat busy tonight.
I have pressing news from home.
As you know, blight destroyed the barley crop in the southern region.
Has my brother James reallocated the country's grain reserves, as I suggested? Yes, but retreating English soldiers plundered the crops and took them just over the border.
Where Elizabeth has amassed her troops.
The Scots are starting to panic.
Last week some men crossed into England and raided the soldiers' camps to get the barley back.
They did not succeed, and eight of our people were captured.
I will resolve the food shortage and the hostage situation, but right now I must check on Don Carlos' condition.
I heard of his injury and pray for his survival.
In the face of English aggression, Scotland needs the strength an alliance with Spain can provide.
Spain is no longer an option.
How is he? The shard was removed from his skull, Your Majesty, and staunch weed poultices stopped the bleeding, but I don't hold out hope.
Queen Mary.
I am Federico de Toledo, Duke of Alba, head of Don Carlos' marriage delegation.
May we speak privately? Once the prince passes, his father, King Philip, will want to know every detail surrounding the death of his son.
- Were you with him this evening? - Briefly.
But when the accident occurred and the servants found him, I was with the queen mother.
Piety prevents me from going into detail with a woman; however, we found a strange device in Don Carlos' chambers.
- One that could only be used for - I was made aware.
French court is infamous for its debauchery.
Fornication seems to be the order of the day.
- And what are you getting at? - The son of King Philip, defender of the faith, would not sink to such depravity unless someone in this castle corrupted him.
I hear there is a fallen lady-in-waiting who oversees the courtesans here.
Would you be kind enough to bring her to me - for interrogation? - (Groaning) (Physician speaks indistinctly) PHYSICIAN: His brain is swelling.
I must relieve the pressure.
You must remain by your prince's side.
I will make inquiries and report back.
GREER: Leave the castle with my girls within the hour? I'd have better luck getting geese to dance the galliard.
Besides, I've spoken to my ladies.
None of them entertained Don Carlos this evening.
It doesn't matter.
The duke of Alba is so intimidating, I believe he could wring a confession from someone whether they were guilty or not.
And I won't have an innocent punished for this.
We shall pack immediately.
Greer? What's different about you? Nothing.
No.
Something has changed.
Uh, well, I am wearing a new gown.
Oh, that must be it.
Mary, I know the discovery about Don Carlos is painful, but it is better to have learned the truth about his interests before you were bound by marriage.
- I don't judge him for that.
- Neither do I.
But a servant said she heard two women pleasuring him before he collapsed in the hall.
Two women? To think he was capable of that whilst courting you.
- Has anyone identified the voices? - No.
But it's only a matter of time.
Secrets don't stay secrets.
And Spain is Spain.
If they can colonize half the globe, they can certainly find the two women who destroyed their heir.
(Door creaks) I've come to say good night.
Resume your post.
(Door closes) That's not your usual guard.
My mother is accused of poisoning and suddenly I have night guards, day guards, guards for every hour.
I was just summoned to the inquest tomorrow.
Do you think it will occur to them to ask point-blank if you poisoned any of your other children? You know I wasn't in my right mind when that happened.
I was being poisoned myself.
Which comforts me little.
Claude, you must realize I didn't lift a finger against Francis Of course you didn't.
You would never hurt Francis.
He was your favorite, but me Oh, Claude From the moment you were born, our relationship has been complicated.
We live in a world that undervalues women.
I may be guilty of favoring my sons over my daughters You may be guilty? I am nothing to you but an annoyance, a problem to be managed, a thing to be given away in marriage.
Oh, you are a handful, but I love you, I swear.
And when you're wed and you leave this home, you'll break my heart.
I will beg for word from you for a letter, for a visit just as I am begging for your forgiveness now.
Fine.
I won't tell them of how you poisoned me - Thank you.
- If you convince Charles to allow me to choose my own husband.
Since when did you want to get married? I am only saying, if I were to get married, I want to choose the man.
Will you speak to the king? I will.
Do you have someone in mind? Good night, Mother.
The prince's seizures continue.
He will soon meet his maker.
I am so sorry.
Were you able to learn anything more from the castle's madam? Yes.
Don Carlos brought the sexual device with him to court.
There was a crate, perfectly sized to house the apparatus, found with his luggage.
It's made from the wood of the pinsapo fir a tree native to your homeland.
Oh.
You know about Don Carlos' proclivities.
Though the prince himself is unaware, my colleagues and I have spent years keeping the truth of his bedroom hobbies suppressed.
We have hidden the prince's predilections from King Philip for fear that he would disown his son our only heir to the throne.
We must protect the Spanish line of succession.
And yourselves.
The king would have you burned for heresy for enabling his son's impulses.
What will you do with this information? Nothing.
I'm in the market for a husband and want to remain as far removed from scandal as possible.
You are very kind.
What will you tell King Philip of the circumstances surrounding his son's tragic fate? While out on a stroll, the prince saw a patch of wildflowers and wanted to pick some for you.
He climbed a wall, slipped, and cracked his skull.
All for the love of his loyal Queen Mary.
So be it.
(Indistinct chatter) Well, next time, you'll have to join me.
It's much better with two faces.
(Laughter) - Good day, lads.
- Hello, boys.
Why don't you come over here? My friend and I have a wager.
She said you stand up all night You are an accused murderer.
You're not to leave this castle.
I was doing no such thing.
Members of your flying squad.
You used them as a diversion.
Unhand me! Mary came to me, suggested I offer my assistance.
I am on your side, Catherine.
Now, act the part of a woman detained.
Someone engineers your ruin.
We must stop it.
How can I help? Well, I have a theory, but it requires travel from the castle, something I clearly cannot do.
Where? I will go in your stead.
Ride to the cathedral at Saint-Denis where Francis is interred.
Find the embalmer who removed the king's organs.
Ask him if the liver was already black when he removed it.
If it wasn't That means the liver was tampered with after Francis' death, which proves he wasn't poisoned and that you are innocent.
You are offering me a kindness and consideration I have rarely shown you through the years.
Why? Someone recently came into my life.
She taught me to trust where my feelings lead me.
I feel love toward my dead brother and anger that people think you could harm him.
Those feelings lead me to stand here with you.
Thank you, Sebastian.
Queen Mother, you said if there was any change in the prince of Spain's condition, I should tell you first.
Don Carlos is going to survive.
I mean, he's still unconscious, but the physician said that the worst is past.
It's a miracle.
And our downfall.
When he wakes and discovers that his sexual practices are no longer secret, he is going to do everything he can to ensure that his father doesn't brand him a deviant and disown him.
He's gonna tell a different story.
One where all of this was our doing.
And the duke of Alba is going to want to save his skin, as well.
He will say anything the prince of Spain tells him to.
There's but one solution.
We kill Don Carlos ourselves.
Catherine, no.
He was kind and honest to me and he doesn't deserve to die.
(Exhales) I will be there when he wakes up.
I will tell him that I felt nervous about our first try at intimacy and I brought you as moral support.
I will make it clear to him that I never wanted him to feel betrayed or humiliated.
That is not a strategy.
No, it's the truth.
And it's the only way we might gain his forgiveness.
The note you found, that accompanied the dead creature, read "One rat down, two to go"? How did you take that? LOLA: As evidence that even from inside her locked cell, Catherine de Medici's reach was long.
Thank you.
That will be all for today.
Reliving such trauma can't be easy.
I admire you, Lady Lola.
Thank you, Cardinal Morel.
Cedric, would you make sure that the panel receives a copy of that interview? (Exhales) Are you all right? I thought it would feel good, driving a nail into her coffin.
But as I was telling my story, I suddenly realized I have no solid proof against Catherine.
A sign of her genius.
Lola, what are your doubts? Mary mentioned something last night and I can't get it out of my head.
She said that it was you, not Catherine, who planted the rat in my tub, as a way of scaring me into marrying you.
And what was your response? That I was standing by you.
Then why don't you seem convinced? It's true, I have done many unscrupulous things in the pursuit of what I want, but let me be clear I did not terrorize you into becoming my bride.
We wed because we love each other.
(Door closes) - (Door closes) - It's from my mother.
We haven't spoken since I was disowned for having John out of wedlock.
It must be urgent.
It is.
A group of Scots raided an English troop encampment to take back some stolen grain and were captured.
Stephan, my father and brothers are among the hostages.
My mother fears Queen Elizabeth will make an example of them.
She wants me to appeal to Mary on their behalf.
Your family will be returned safely.
This I swear, as your husband and as ruler of France.
What are you doing? Well, if your plan doesn't work I want to shove this cloth down his throat.
Catherine, unhand that rag.
(Murmurs) He's waking up.
Don Carlos? What happened? You suffered an accident.
Do you remember how you got here or how you hurt yourself? I remember Mary.
What about her, Don Carlos? Mary Pretty.
Pretty Mary.
If he's paying you a compliment, he can't possibly remember what happened last night.
Don Carlos? Do you remember Mary coming to your chambers last night? What you asked her to do? You are so pretty, Mary.
He's been rendered an idiot.
MARY: He can't follow the conversation.
The fall the damage to his brain is too much.
He's been impaired.
For our sake, let's hope it's permanent.
Those Scots crossed the border and attacked English soldiers.
To retrieve barley that was stolen from them.
They are facing famine.
They had every right.
I want them released.
Queen Elizabeth will release the captives under one condition.
Lady Lola is to visit English court.
Lola? What does Elizabeth want with one of my ladies? Were you hoping we weren't aware Lady Lola's father and three brothers were among those captured? We will not send my wife to England in what amounts to a hostage swap.
Well, I see it as an olive branch.
Through Lady Lola, the queen of Scotland will get to know her royal English cousin better.
We reject your offer, Ambassador.
It's the only one Elizabeth is willing to make.
You have one week to get Lady Lola to England; if not, the prisoners will be hanged.
As soon as the captives are located, I will send in a small military unit.
Fast, aggressive, clean.
The Elite Gendarmerie would be ideal, but they are currently subduing a revolt in the mountains.
That leaves the Scots Guard as our only option.
Don't let Elizabeth bait us into a belligerent move that could destroy the tenuous peace in Scotland.
We must find a diplomatic strategy.
I am regent.
I will handle this situation as I see fit.
This situation involves my Scottish subjects.
It involves my wife's family.
And I will not have you interfere in my political or personal matters any longer.
"Personal matters"? You told my wife that I planted the dead rat in her bath.
That gross untruth has caused her tremendous pain.
That was not my intent.
I love Lola, which is why I didn't tell her one other thing.
That you and Catherine have rekindled your affair.
That's ludicrous.
It explains your reckless plan to save Lola's family.
You're trying to ease your guilt.
Your accusations are based on the lies of Catherine de Medici, a jilted, desperate, poisonous woman who wants me to be as miserable and unloved as she is.
Now, as the Scots Guard are a joint military unit in service of France, I am sending those soldiers in to rescue the hostages.
Those particular Scots may serve France, but they obey me, their queen.
And I will order them to stand down until all diplomatic paths have been exhausted.
It's been days.
Has he improved? While he grapples for common words, his language does seem to be returning.
However, he has lost much of the use of his right side.
We've been told not to expect much more for his recovery.
He remembers nothing of his accident.
The only thing he recalls from his time at French court is his fondness for music and you.
"Pretty Queen Mary" is all he can speak of.
The physician said that some fresh air might be therapeutic.
May I take Don Carlos out to the gardens? No.
He is to be seen by no one until his father King Philip decides what to do with his son.
You hide your prince out of shame? Spain is the mightiest country on Earth.
Our royals must present an image of strength and vigor.
Here you go.
It's all right.
I want to go with Mary.
Won't you reconsider, Duke? I have my orders.
Why am I summoned a second time? I've answered your questions.
You did, Princess.
But after your last session, we noted that some of your responses seemed, uh, unsure.
So, to determine why you may have felt uncomfortable with your testimony, I spoke with your ladies in waiting, one of whom told me that you keep a very detailed diary.
Is this it? You searched my chambers! Please answer the question.
Yes, that is my diary.
Very well, then.
Before I go further, I would like to offer you the chance to amend your previous statement that your mother, Catherine de Medici, would not, under any circumstances, poison one of her children.
If you're asking again if my mother poisoned Francis, she did not.
For the sake of expediency, I will now read aloud from the journal.
"I confronted Mother about her poisonous soup.
Asked her why she felt that I deserved to die.
" Those are my personal thoughts and feelings! You have no right! "I grabbed the poison she used on me, put it to my lips, "hoping that she would finally see the excruciating pain that she had caused me my whole life.
" - Stop! - Claude, are these words true? And remember that lying in front of this inquest will have you sent to the high court, as well.
So, I will ask again.
Is it true? Did your mother try to take your life? (Door opens) (Crying) Oh.
What did you do to her? We have her diary, Catherine.
Forgive me, Mother.
You did nothing wrong.
Catherine de Medici, in light of this revelation that you poisoned your own daughter, we find that there is enough evidence to conclude that you could have poisoned your son.
You are hereby commanded to face the Parlement de Paris, to be tried for the murder of King Francis.
(Crying) CATHERINE: There, there, now.
(Grunts) - Put those on.
- You're joking.
How many fleas live in that pile? That sock just moved.
I can't get you out of the castle - unless you are disguised.
- Bandages? Well.
What, I'm injured now as well? It's for your breasts.
Oh.
Pick up the pace, boy.
This is my standard bearer's son.
His grandmother is on her deathbed just outside the village.
CATHERINE: I know we shouldn't be leaving.
To run is an admission of guilt.
To stay is an acceptance of death.
Here.
There's enough gold for three months.
That's more like one.
You won't be destitute forever.
You just need to give me enough time to clear your name.
I don't know if we'll meet again.
I want to leave you with one last piece of advice.
And heed it or live a life of unending peril.
With Narcisse as regent, you no longer have France behind you.
And across the sea, Elizabeth, well, she may have her troops behind the border, but she will strike again at any sign of weakness.
Half of Scotland is Protestant, and more and more convert every day.
Your weakness only grows.
I am well aware of my own troubles.
There's but one solution.
You must marry Don Carlos.
No.
I couldn't possibly.
He's a decent man.
And a docile one now.
There will be no more sexual contraptions.
Well, there will probably be no sex at all.
That is a small sacrifice for a colossal victory.
Marriage to Spain makes you unassailable.
And mercenary.
Are you suggesting that I use his condition for my own gain? For Scotland's.
The heir to the Spanish throne, he's like a nice potted plant.
Just take him back to your country and water him.
He is not a plant.
He is an injured man.
And who would be kinder to him than you? Certainly not the prideful King Phillip.
What do you think he will do with his broken son? Lock him out of sight forever.
In his state, Don Carlos has no marriage prospects.
Spain will see your acceptance of his condition as a win.
It's still wrong.
Let him out here.
His grandmother's house is just beyond that glade.
(Horse neighs) This is as far as I can take you, but it's a good head start.
The Jouberts are a family loyal to the Valois.
They have offered you asylum near Mont Blanc.
Mary, please, don't waste this golden opportunity.
God be with you, Catherine.
Dearest Mother, I received your letter about Father and my brothers.
I'm doing everything I can to secure their release and am heartsick Is there an error? I'll start over.
Cedric, did you write this? "One rat down, two to go"? No.
I've never seen The penmanship is the same.
You are my husband's secretary.
Did you write this at his command? No, my lady.
We court scribes are all schooled in the same calligraphy.
Any one of us could have written that.
I suppose reliving Catherine's threat at the inquest has made me a bit paranoid.
Let's continue.
(Crickets chirping) (Owl hoots) (Horse neighs) Sebastian.
How did you find me? Returning from Saint-Denis, I came across Mary's carriage.
She told me of your planned route of escape.
- Did you find Francis' embalmer? - He's vanished.
Neighbors say he came into a sum of money and fled the day after Francis' funeral.
He was bribed.
He handed off Francis' liver to be tampered with by those who would frame me.
I've been thinking about it, and I've come up with a different view, that the blackened liver didn't belong to Francis.
This is the certificate of immortalization signed by the embalmer.
In it is the date that he received Francis' body and the date that Francis' prepared corpse was sealed in his coffin at Saint-Denis, a time span of just two days.
- A royal embalming takes a week.
- Exactly.
I believe these dates were carelessly scribbled by a man so eager to take his bribe and flee, he didn't bother embalming Francis at all.
If Francis' liver is still in his body, it proves he wasn't poisoned.
There's only one way to confirm that.
(Exhales) Let us visit my son.
(Crickets chirp, owl hoots) She recognized your handwriting? Yes, my lord.
But I denied it.
Did Lady Lola believe you? Wouldn't it be simpler to just tell your wife the truth? Nothing is simple anymore.
What started as an innocent scheme to catch a woman who didn't want to be caught has blossomed into Lola giving false testimony and a possible death sentence for the queen mother.
But Catherine has fled.
If she escapes punishment, is this false testimony such a crime? If the privy council discovered that I have misrepresented evidence, then I will lose the regency! And I have fought far too hard to have that power taken from me.
What is power without love? Without Lola? If she finds out the truth, that I deceived her, then she will never forgive me, and I will lose her.
What are you going to do? Talk to her, spin one final lie to cover my tracks, and then I will honor her forever as an honest man.
As for you, no one else must ever be able to tie that miserable rat back to me.
(Grunting) (Yelling) (Loud panting) (Crickets chirping) (Sighs) (Panting) Please, God, let it end here.
Stephan? I wanted to write my mother another letter.
Have you seen Cedric? I've been looking for him.
I let him go.
He's often late, due to his over-fondness for wine.
Really? I've seen no sign of that.
It's been since his father died.
He's been quite dispirited.
Then we should show him compassion.
- I want him rehired.
- Well, that's not possible.
Why not? I have an idea an appalling one I hope isn't true, but I must put it before you.
Cedric told you of my suspicions that you instructed him to draft the note and plant the rat.
His sudden disappearance is your way of tying up loose ends.
Did you bribe him to go away? (Gasps) You killed him.
- No.
- Please, let there be one honest thing between us.
You want to hear something honest? I love you, and I would do anything to keep you.
Oh, my God.
You did it.
And I'm leaving you.
Lola, don't.
You don't end this! I am going to England at Queen Elizabeth's request, in exchange for the release of my family and the other hostages.
You can't.
It's not safe.
Well, I don't feel safe here, either.
At least by doing this, I can help my queen, my country, my family.
People who mean something to me.
- You mean nothing.
- I am your husband! And that can't be undone.
But my love for you it's gone.
You murdered that, too.
(Gasps, door closes) Your Majesty, lords from the Southern Uplands have arrived unexpectedly.
They claim to have something to show you, but won't say what.
Scottish lords in French court? LORD CUNNINGHAM: Your Majesty, Lord Rutherford.
MARY: And what has brought you all this way? We have been loyal to your rule even after you withdrew the troops protecting our borders.
But your brother James can only command so much power.
What we need now is you, our queen.
Your power.
(Horse neighs) (Horse sputters) (Coughing) - They are starving.
- Dear Lord.
These children are victims of the crop blight in Scotland.
Hunger affords even the innocent no mercy.
Neither do you, forcing them to make the arduous journey across the channel.
We brought them to prove our point.
MARY: They are children! Not points to be made.
Guards! Have the royal physician attend to them! - If I sell my lands, my jewels? - It will provide Scotland with a few weeks of grain at most.
(Coughing) MARY: That's a start.
I need you to make a new list of potential marriage alliances only wealthy royals.
Reaching out to Europe's eligible suitors will take time.
Time we don't have.
What is that? The ones who did not make the journey.
I must find a way to save my people, and quickly.
MAN: Who goes there? (Indistinct chatter) It's Catherine de Medici.
(Horse neighs) (Horse sputters) NARCISSE: Take the queen mother into custody.
You didn't seriously think you could return here and retain your freedom.
I've returned to earn my freedom.
Unload the king.
The king? I have endured many trials, but nothing as painful as being forced to look upon the decaying corpse of my firstborn son.
- Dear God, Catherine.
- That is an image that I can't get out of my mind, Stephan.
And it was you who put it there.
You gave me no choice.
I'm innocent, and my son's body will prove it.
Open the coffin.
(Horse sputters) Mary, avert your eyes.
LOLA: Mary, don't look.
- Please don't look.
- Oh! The body has not been cut open.
BASH: His organs were never removed.
The liver used in this witch hunt did not belong to my brother.
Francis wasn't poisoned by me or anyone.
I was framed.
And you are responsible for every bit of my suffering.
I will reverse the decision of the inquest.
The Vatican also apologizes for our role in this travesty of justice.
Catherine.
Catherine! Close it.
(Sniffling) What lies in that coffin is only Francis' body.
His soul and his memory they live on.
For Catherine to go to such lengths I can only hope this means we can put the whole agonizing mess behind us.
I would also like to leave our disagreement behind us, as well.
Mary, you were right about Narcisse.
He manipulated me, tricked me into marrying him.
I've decided to accept Queen Elizabeth's invitation.
Lola, no.
It's too dangerous.
You would be a hostage.
I'm doing this for my family to ensure their release.
A family that disowned you.
Without Narcisse, John and my people in Scotland are all I have left.
I know Charles will allow my son to accompany me to the border town of Selkirk, where my mother is.
I'll leave the baby there with her and appeal to Queen Elizabeth's decency.
Beg her to allow visits with my son.
Lola, this is all very noble, and I know you feel like you must get away from Narcisse, but I feel like I have to.
Did you see him in the courtyard? The look he gave Catherine? Something remains between them, and even knowing that, I I worry he will win me back.
Mary, please let me go.
(Sniffles) Elizabeth will do all she can to mine you for information about me.
And I will mine for my own on your behalf.
You're my dearest friend, and as of today, the bravest person I know.
(Chuckles) Only that I had some of your courage in these times of uncertainty.
Honestly, I'm terrified.
But sometimes, one does things one wouldn't normally do for the people they love.
To the crown prince of Spain and his future bride, Her Majesty Mary Stuart.
- Salud.
- ALL: Salud.
Salud.
Thank you, Duke, for embracing - our engagement so quickly.
- DUKE OF ALBA: The impending union of our nations is joyful news.
King Philip sees you as an ideal alliance.
Pretty Mary.
It must be difficult for you to see my head still resting so comfortably on my shoulders.
I didn't frame you.
You lied about the rat.
'Cause I didn't want to lose my wife.
I lost her anyway.
Oh.
Despite everything we've done to each other, I don't hate you.
If I find out that you were responsible for the conspiracy against me, you will pay.
Want to travel Pretty Mary.
Your Royal Highness, as you know, it is customary to present your intended with an engagement gift symbolizing Spain's intention to honor our new alliance.
A gift for Mary.
Carry me away and save us from it all Break away Send Scotland grain.
(Cheering) We're wonderful Grain is what you wanted? It's what I needed.
Good grain.
Hmm.
Thank you.
Now if you'll please excuse me for a moment.
Hmm.
We are the sun We'll rise above it We'll burn as one Burn as one (Dog barking) We're the hunters, we're on the run You failed us, Cardinal.
I did everything I could.
Catherine must have located the oil of vitriol that I planted in her chambers.
And Lord Narcisse had no choice but to open the inquest after I presented him with the poisoned liver.
Once we learned of the princess' diary, I I thought the queen mother was surely doomed.
And yet, she walks free.
None could foresee that she would dare to exhume the king's body.
Please.
I can find another way to help you bring down the Valois.
I'll see that the group considers your offer.
In the meantime (Guttural groaning) Dump him in the river.

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