02x09 - Acts of w*r

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Previously on Reign...

Husband? You can't have found someone already?

We both know you just want to be rid of me.

Greer, are you telling me that Lord Castleroy is a Protestant?

Yes.

Did you hire Montgomery to k*ll our father?

No, I did it myself.

I took Montgomery's place.

Narcisse knows, he's blackmailing me.

He has Montgomery hidden away somewhere.

This is no longer just about you.

Mary and Catherine planned Henry's m*rder during private mass. I spoke to the attending priest, and he told me all the details.

Conde: This is the Protestant minister whose church was b*rned down by Catholics.

I did not come here to beg for a new barn.

We have stolen gunpowder, packed tightly and hidden.

Mary: When we didn't k*ll their minister, they did it themselves.

Man: This is the Crown's doing.

Mary: This is what the radicals wanted.

This is their b*mb.

(sheep bleating)

Pierre... ?

Pierre?

(clank, thud, man yells)

(startled shout)

(grunting with effort, panting)

What do you want with me?

You're going to change the face of France.

(fast tempo acoustic intro playing)

♪ They all need something ♪
♪ To hold on to, they all mean well ♪
♪ You could never feel my story ♪
♪ It's all you know... oh!
♪

Ah.

Allow me.

For you and your family.

And spread the word about the Feast of St. Nicholas.

It will go on as always with gifts for the children, music and dancing, and extra food and provisions for winter.

This is just the start.

More supplies will be coming.

Begging your majesty, but some folks were scared to come today.

For those uneasy about a public gathering, my representatives will come to your home with food and supplies and no discussion of your faith.

It is the season for giving, not judging.

The minister hung, right there, beaten to death for asking for a new church.

The Crown did not m*rder your minister, as I've said before.

I ask you to look ahead, not backward, and we will do the same.

Please.

We were neighbors once, living side by side.

We can be again.

Thank you, cousin.

Your presence here means a great deal, given our recent disagreements.

My politics have left you more aligned with Mary.

At least today, we're united, to stop France from tearing itself in half.

I wonder if we can.

Guard: Your Majesty, your brother Sebastian asks you return to the castle.

Lively, skipping steps.

Ladies, you haven't been practicing.

Oh, let's... let's take a break, shall we?

(laughing)

Was that supposed to be the tarantella?

Princess Claude.

It's a new dance. From Spain.

I would have invited you to the lesson, but seeing as you don't respond to any of my invitations...

Your invitations?

To tea, for riding, perhaps a simple thank you for the tiara I sent you?

The servants get worse every year.

I swear they forget I live here now.

But here I am.

And I need all three of you, desperately.

What do you know about Lord Narcisse?

Really? Is it that bad?

Fantastic.

What is he, a whore chaser?

Uh, we cannot speak to that.

Well, what kind of woman does Narcisse enjoy?

Well, you can't be asking for yourself.

We can speak to the fact that he kept his last wife in a cage.

A cage? For punishment, or for erotic purposes?

Claude, Lord Narcisse is completely unsuitable for you.

He's schemer, a liar, and he's dangerous.

Perfect.

Mother's been foisting me on boring suitors utterly beneath me.

An affair.

A very public, juicy affair, with a notorious old man would obliterate any chance she has of marrying me off.

Mary: Catherine would have you shackled, bound and thrown into the sea.

As to these other suitors, why would Catherine want you to wed beneath your station?

Who you marry, it's a strategic alliance for France.

Claude: The only alliance I'm interested in is temporary, delicious, in bed.

Francis...

If this is about the village this morning, I didn't ask you because things there are still tense.

Things are tense across France, but I have an idea, so hear me out, please.

What if your sister Claude married Condé?

Marry a royal to one of the most prominent Protestants in the country?

Yes.

An interfaith marriage.

In your family.

It sends a message.

It certainly does.

Marriages have been making alliances for centuries.

It's a custom the people understand.

By bringing Condé into your family, you exemplify acceptance, tolerance, people living together in peace.

I can't.

The nobles will rise against me.

The marriage won't confer any real power on the Protestants, but it would be a balm to them.

Insurance from them rising up against you.

Against us.

I'm sorry, my answer...

Is no. As I knew it would be.

You have fallen completely to the nobles.

But I had to try.

Francis: You said there was a development with Narcisse.

Did you find Montgomery?

No, but I'm hoping the man inside can help.

It's Father Michael, the priest Catherine was going to use to poison Henry.

The one Narcisse was hiding to use against us.

Please, Your Grace, I've been a loyal servant to your queen mother for years.

Ask her.

Narcisse threatened my parents and sister if I didn't do what he said.

You mean stand ready to indict Queen Mary and my mother of attempted regicide?

(quietly): Yes.

Father Michael, do you know where Lord Narcisse was keeping another hostage... Lord Montgomery?

No, the only man I saw, rather than the guard, was Balfont.

Narcisse's man. He brought food and checked on me every two or three days.

I did hear Balfont say once, because the guard was sick of watching me, that the man who was guarding Montgomery had it much worse.

Balfont also checked on Montgomery?

He seemed to be in charge of us.

When is Balfont due to visit you next?

He came two days ago.

So, perhaps today, or tomorrow.

When Balfont sees that Father Michael's missing, he'll run straight to Narcisse.

Balfont could be on his way to the farmhouse now.

Narcisse will know that we're eliminating his witnesses.

And play his hand by bringing Montgomery to court to accuse you of regicide.

We have to find Montgomery.

There's no turning back now.

I have to get out from underneath Narcisse.

I've lost control of my country, and my own wife can hardly look at me.

I'll have Balfont followed.

Or we capture and t*rture him till he reveals Montgomery's location.

No, we can't be sure that he'll talk.

And Narcisse will miss him.

Narcisse will order Balfont to fetch Montgomery.

We follow Balfont.

It's a dangerous play.

For all his threats, Narcisse might not want you gone.

Your successor could be worse in his mind.

Then I'll have to push him.

And I know just how.

Francis: Mary...

I've changed my mind about Claude and Condé.

You were right.

The marriage is a good option, a viable path towards peace.

We'll announce their engagement tonight at the St. Nicholas Feast.

Well, what about the nobles?

I'll deal with the nobles.

Using your argument that a stable France, cheaply bought with a marriage, benefits them most of all.

I'm afraid to believe you.

You've been so erratic lately, as you are now.

Please speak with Claude and Condé.

I could force their engagement, but it would hardly engender good will, on either side.

Don't go back on your word, Francis.

I'm trusting you.

Don't give me hope for France, for us, and then take it away again.

Mary: It's strange... though you never set out to be, you are the most visible Protestant leader in France.

You're a noble, and a Prince of the Blood.

They look up to you, Louis.

Now I feel a creeping sense of unease.

Because you've come to know me.

I ask for things.

And I am asking you if you would become a symbol for all of France.

Would you consider marrying the princess Claude?

You're serious.

You and Francis?

Yes, Francis has agreed.

Your marriage would help ease religious v*olence and distrust.

The realm seems calm now, but that's only because those who have been beaten down are terrified.

We must do something now.

Claude is not my choice of an ideal wife... she's young, and I admit I haven't met her officially, but I've heard enough to know she's a terror.

Yes, you prefer your women more mature.

And married.

Ever since I converted, my brother, the King of Navarre, has been in negotiations for me to marry a Protestant duchess.

But you'd be marrying into the royal family... a princess.

It's a far superior alliance for him to make.

And have you even met this duchess?

She could be worse.

I didn't fully agree to her, either.

Louis, we've been given so much, just by birth.

And I know that I'm asking you to give up something enormous in return.

But if it saved lives, changed France, and possibly brought you happiness with a spirited, beautiful princess... isn't it worth considering?

You know you could sell the ocean a cup of water, don't you?

Are you saying... ?

Yes, I'll do it.

I'll marry Claude.

This will change everything.

I'll be your brother-in-law.

Living at court, a part of your family, forever.

Our children will grow up side by side.

The times we have banded together, you have been a brave... a very brave... like-minded friend.

Which is why we will be overjoyed to bring you into our lives.

Both mine and Francis's.

So when do I meet my future wife?

Who are you to arrange my future?

I don't need a husband.

I already have a mother to make me miserable.

Condé would hardly make you miserable.

He's young, dashing, rich, powerful... the list goes on.

At least meet him before you dismiss him out of hand.

He sounds like a charming pair of shackles.

Claude, in this moment, the very future of France rests in your hands.

Oh, then we are in dire, dire circumstances.

Oh, sweet Lord.

Claude: Incredible.

The merest whiff of marriage brings you running.

Like a bloodhound.

One needs to be quick to keep track of you.

I will not have a Protestant, let alone a Bourbon, marry Claude.

Lord Condé could make a claim to the throne... he has royal blood of his own.

Condé will never rule.

And I will never marry him.

Oh, hallelujah!

We're in agreement.

This may be a bona fide miracle.

Stop. The truth is, if the king wants this marriage to happen,

it will happen.

Tell the king... my brother... that I am not a brood mare to be bartered and sold.

By any of you.

Catherine, help me.

It's a good marriage.

You've been dying to marry Claude off.

Condé is a Protestant, yes, but he's rich, and his brother is a king.

He resides here now.

At the moment, yes.

Then he solves nothing for me.

Claude will only be happy away from the castle.

And why is that?

She is my daughter.

It is my right and duty to map her life.

Uh, if you ever have children, you'll understand that.

Do not lay a hand on her future.

In all our ventures together, I've never seen your husband so happy.

There's a light in his eyes that clearly you put there.

He is a charmer.

What's happening with the school?

Did my funding help it complete?

Jacob: Hugo, can you update us all?

Hugo's our money man.

He's been on top of some issues with the construction.

Hugo: Yes.

Fighting in Chambord delayed the materials.

We're working on another route.

I'm sorry, am I to understand you're financing this movement?

Building a school, dear.

In an under-serviced region.

And I... I'm merely one of the donors.

Lily: It feels good to be involved.

Can I share with you some of our other projects?

I'd like that.

But first, let me show you the gardens you were asking about.

This luncheon is about a bit more than meeting your friends, isn't it?

You're trying to convert me.

I was hoping if you saw how much good work we do, how reasonable they are...

I'd come to your side?

Well, that's just it, I don't want there to be sides.

I want us to be together, in all things.

♪

Very nice.

I see Mary's point now.

She sent you to woo me, didn't she?

Yes. How's it going so far?

Hard to say.

Tell me this: Do you always do Mary's bidding?

Or does your ambition spark this desire for a royal marriage?

Are you in need of money? Lands?

I have vast holdings, and I am well...

Endowed?

(wry laugh)

Provided for... through my family and my own enterprises.

Oh.

Well, I haven't seen your... region... but I assume it's satisfying.

That is the popular view.

Of your many lovers, that's right.

I hear you are quite the ruiner of noble married women.

That is slander.

They returned to their husbands in... finer spirits than when they went on holiday.

And would you break their hearts, or keep them warm and waiting on the side, if we did marry?

Would I be able to have lovers, too?

Ideally, no.

To us both.

I know it's awkward... we've been tossed together, the would-be saviors of France... but... we can take our time.

Even after marriage, I wouldn't force you...

Why downplay the only remotely interesting thing about this union?

Why, indeed.

But it's not the only interesting thing.

If we do wed, and we dislike each other, we could find a way to... be free but married.

Or perhaps we'll find that in each other there's someone we're willing to be tethered to.

(door opens)

I've just learned that you have given consent to your sister's marriage to Condé.

Have you lost your mind?

Can't you work with me, for once?

France is on the verge of a revolt.

You are wrong. All is quiet.

(scoffs)

You've cracked a few skulls... a painful method of instilling order, but one that has worked.

When push comes to shove, people will trade their faith for survival.

No, I don't trust that it's over.

I was in the midst of that riot.

I saw stones thrown, Frenchmen attacking Frenchmen.

People d*ed! I...

I haven't slept in days.

My sister's marriage may not be enough.

I may have to reverse the edict, or issue a new one protecting Protestants.

You do not seem yourself, my king.

That is because I am your king, not my own.

I can't do this anymore.

I won't.

If you allow this marriage to go ahead, I will remove you from the throne.

Have you forgotten what I can do to you, what I know about you?

I can't live like this anymore!

And what of Mary... and your line?

I can't think about that.

They'll survive.

Somehow.

Or perhaps we are all doomed by my mistakes.

Francis... you said yourself you haven't slept in days.

Perhaps what you need now is rest.

Oh... now you care about my health?

All I am saying is that you need not make any decisions today.

There are no crises looming except that those you create.

Leave me.

I will not have you hissing in my ear.

Let me be, let me rest.

(softly): Yes.

You think he was convinced?

I'm not sure I want you to be king anymore.

(Bash laughing quietly) Good.

Then he'll move to take my head.

Claude: I'm not sure it's safe to let you in my chambers without a chaperone.

You're not safe.

But not because of me.

Do you realize what will happen if you go ahead with this marriage to Condé?

You've made friends at court.

You'll be nothing less than a test to see if a mixed union can survive without one or both of you being assassinated.

And why such concern for me?

We've only just met.

Oh, don't be coy.

You've already used me once to get out of marrying a suitor.

And there have been the glances between us.

A look is not a purchase.

Marry me.

Elope with me now before anyone can stop us... it will save your life.

And raise your station.

Marry me... or your brother will force you to marry Condé.

No one forces me to do anything.

As king, he trumps us all.

But if we were to wed... we would forge a bond... that only the Vatican could break.

So many suitors... and Lord Condé is so young.

Go on.

And handsome.

And well positioned.

And worth being assassinated for?

If you want something to die for, I can give it to you.

(sighs)

I'll think about it.

As I trust you will think about me.

You may go.

Claude: Why are you sacrificing me for an alliance with Protestants? Why does Lord Narcisse care more about my welfare than my own brother?

Claude, as royals, we are all at risk every day.

But your marriage to Condé could bring peace to France.

I care about me, not France.

That's your job.

Please listen to me.

Narcisse is trying to scare you, to serve his own purposes. Do you really think he cares whether you live or die?

He did offer to marry me himself, so he could attach himself to the royal line.

Of course he did.

Claude, as your king, I could order you to marry Condé, however I am urging you to do it as a member of this family.

I'm asking you to step forward in a way you never had to, never been asked to.

For years, you have been writing me letters saying you felt you had no real place among your own blood.

You want to be accepted, respected... this is your chance...

I do.

This is your time... to fulfill your duty, your destiny as a Valois.

I'm asking you to do it for me... the one person who has accepted and protected you no matter how far you transgressed.

Go to Narcisse now, turn down his proposal.

I'm marrying Condé.

But thanks anyway for your selfless offer.

Are you prepared to die for this marriage?

At least my family will cry at my funeral.

Get Lord Montgomery, bring him here to the castle.

We are pressing regicide charges today.

Francis is crumbling under the pressure.

He's defiant but defeated.

He needs to go before he makes decisions that I cannot reverse.

You think Catherine will be regent?

Most likely.

It's not ideal, but she is a staunch Catholic, and she'll be mourning the loss of her son, scrambling to prepare a child for the throne.

So she'll need help.

She'll need me.

Now, go.

Narcisse has met with Balfont.

Why aren't you following him?

I had the stable hands delay Balfont's horse to give us time.

I'm coming with you to get Montgomery.

You'll need help against Balfont, and no one else can know that Montgomery's being held, ready to be brought against me.

I should argue against it for your safety, but we have one chance and we cannot fail.

If we fail, remember...

I'll get Mary to the safe house and out of the country.

She can never return to France or Scotland.

Mary will never be found.

She'll live the rest of her life in exile, in anonymity.

But she'll live... and my death would be worth it.

Mary...

Francis.

Mary, I love you.

You do know that, no matter what I've done.

What's happened?

Nothing.

It's just the season.

Makes one take stock of the year.

Well, then, let's enjoy the season.

Shall we get ready for the feast together?

There are a few things I have to take care of first.

But don't worry.

All is well.

All right then.

Mary, wait a minute... I know you're still angry but... let me look at you.

Enough?

Not nearly.

(elegant music playing)

Presents for the servants. How progressive.

Hmm. You have no idea.

Oh, I'm afraid I do.

The engagement will be announced tonight, will it not?

The plan to mix your blood line with Protestants. Bourbons.

I did what I could to stop it.

I heard.

Stay away from my daughter.

You cannot support this engagement.

Do I look pleased? But I am not king.

Pity. You would have made a good one.

To what might have been.

Hmm.

Have you seen Francis?

Bash said they'd gone into town.

The Vatican heard rumors of the engagement, so Francis is doing his best to smooth things over.

So that's where he went.

I'm amazed to hear Francis approved the engagement.

So was I.

I'm proud of him.

It's too quiet, too calm.

Mary, it's peace... hard-earned, after all the strife.

Can't help but wonder how long it'll last.

You are such a lovely dancer.

(both laugh quietly)

We've fallen in step with each other, but someone must lead the way, and you're good at that.

And I trust you.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have married you.

Are you considering converting?

I am.

I think it's better for your children, for our home, if we are united, even if the country is divided.

I think we should leave.

No one heard us.

I want to take you home and add to our undivided family.

(laughs)

Man: Wheat and mill over here, dried meats there, woolens and tools round that corner.

Is that everything?

From this round of supplies.

Then go back to court and pick up the next.

Mind the blood... we'll need the uniform. Hurry now!

(whistles) Let's get to the carriage!

Hurry! Hurry!

I'm going to announce your engagement.

Well, where's Francis? Why isn't he here?

He's gone with Bash to soothe relations with the Vatican.

Well, shouldn't we wait?

Do you think he'll change his mind?

I don't think so, not this time.

I know that you've lost faith in him, and I told him that I had, too, but the truth is I love him, and no matter what he does, I believe in him.

They say that marriage is like a promise, and it is that, but the best ones are based on certainty.

An inexplicable faith in someone else.

Ladies and Gentlemen of the court, I have an announcement to make.

With the king's blessing, it is my honor to announce the engagement of his beloved sister, the Princess Claude, to Louis, the Prince of Condé.

Their union will be eternal, and their love unbreakable.

Wish them well.

(crowd murmuring)

Ah. Short and sweet.

Like forcing food down a duck's throat to make fois gras.

One can barely hear the sound of people choking on the news.

(crickets chirping)

(grunting)

(groaning)

Francis: Lord Montgomery.

Do you know who I am?

Yes.

What do you want with me?

Have you come here to free me?

I'm sorry that you've been imprisoned for so many months, but it's not your freedom I'm here for.

It's mine.

Where's Reynaud?

I thought he was driving.

Reynaud's back at the village with a girl.

Giving her more than a blanket to keep her warm, I expect.

(chuckles)

(gate creaks open)

(gate squeaking)

Are you ready to k*ll a king?

I'm leaving tonight.

Follow tomorrow with the carriage and my things. Give this to Queen Mary, but not until tomorrow. Do you understand?

It isn't urgent?

It's urgent that I get some distance from her.

This says I k*lled the king.

I was already pardoned for this.

This grants you my pardon, as I am now king, but it requires your confession.

Bash: You said Narcisse had you kidnapped.

Surely, he must have visited you, talked with you. Do you know why you were kidnapped?

No.

Bash: Narcisse said you had conversations about who really k*lled the king.

It says right there I did.

He's lying. I don't know why he took me.

I didn't ask.

He knows.

I don't know anything.

And I don't care.

I don't care how kings become kings.

I hated your father, too.

(grunting)

(sighs)

Guards, what's happening? What's wrong?

An intruder was seen outside the portcullis.

We're just checking on Your Majesty.

(Mary gasps, screams)

Call for help, and I will slit your Catholic throat.

Do you understand?

Your guards are dead.

Where is your husband?

I don't know where he is.

Man: There are many of us, and few places he spends his evenings.

Don't scream, and if he walks through the door, you might just live long enough to watch him die.

Another dead for my crimes.

Stop blaming yourself and take back what's yours... your country.

Mary...

You can tell her the truth now.

Narcisse has nothing on either of you.

Nothing he can prove, not anymore.

I'll stay here and clean this mess up.

Go home to your wife, and then k*ll Narcisse.

Run him through for treason against his king.

It's taking too long.

Your men may have been caught.

They could be coming for you, right now, without warning.

Shut up.

If you have as many men as you say you do, the halls should be filled with the sounds of battle.

It's the dead of night. All your guards see is their own coming until they're cut down. They'll find him.

Francis isn't here.

He visits his bastard son late at night, we know that.

He isn't here.

Your mission has failed, and you will die.

If you leave now, even if you are caught, I will spare your lives.

One of the grooms swore the king left the castle earlier.

He could be lying.

I'm telling you, we've looked as long as we dare.

Burrell's been k*lled, one of the king's guards may have survived.

We are leaving now.

We k*lled all the other witnesses.

k*ll her before she can scream.

(gasps quietly)

I'll do it.

Don't... no wrong that we have committed against your people will be remedied this night.

(Mary groans)

Don't speak to me of wrongs done... you m*rder*d my son, you and your husband.

Hung him upside down on a cross, like something evil, and he, my boy, a man of God.

Your son was the minister.

Severin... ?

Severin.

She's a queen.

Aye, she doesn't look like a queen now, does she?

(Mary grunting)

You took my son, you destroyed my family, you destroyed me.

He said he had a b*mb.

It was your people who k*lled him.

Gerard, no!

(Mary screams)

Desecrated him in the town square.

(muffled screaming)

You shall know desecration.

You, who claim to be anointed by God, you godless bitch.

Hold her down, hold her down!

(screams, grunts)

(gasps)

(grunting)

(slow, distorted grunt)

(slow exhale)

(gasps, coughs)

(bell tolling rapidly)

(shouts in pain)

(bell tolling)

Guard: They're in the north keep!

Stop.

Guard: My God, it's the queen.

Get back to your posts.

(guards shouting in distance)

The queen will be with me.

Mary, where is Francis?

Do you know?

Uh, they said that he wasn't in the castle... that he wasn't here at all... and when they realized that they'd failed, that's when they...

Oh, my dear child.

No! Uh...

No.

What did they do to you?

The Protestants came looking for Francis.

And they were going to k*ll him.

I fought them off... I hit one of them in the head and the other one...

I'm only going to ask you this once, so we are both clear on what you've endured this night.

Were you r*ped?

I know you don't want to be touched, that's all right.

But you're safe.

I don't know how you managed to escape, but you did.

You are alive.

(sobbing)

You will survive this.

I know this... because I survived.

You know that, too.

They tried to destroy you by taking your pride and your strength, but those things cannot be taken.

Not from you.

Not ever.

We're going to change your clothes, fix your hair, we are going to erase any mark of their hands on you.

Please, leave me be.

We are.

We are going to do this for you and for Francis and for Scotland and for France.

They tried to diminish a king tonight by degrading a queen, and they will not succeed.

Because the world will never know what they did to you.

That's not possible.

It is, because you will walk out of here and you will face your court as if this never happened.

No, I can't. I can't.

Yes, you can.

You have to. Mary, your guards saw you.

You must put to rest any rumors, immediately.

These next moments of your life will either define you as a victim or a powerful queen untouched by a failed assassination attempt.

They will define who you are perceived to be.

Your place in history.

Do not let them win.

Trust me.

Trust me and let me help you.

Trust that I can get you through this, because I swear to you that I can.

Jacob, you say?

What could he want in the middle of the night?

Leave us.

Aloysius, Lady Castleroy, something terrible has happened.

Assassins managed to enter the castle.

The king and queen are safe, I'm told, but others were k*lled... guards, servants.

Assassins.

Protestant assassins?

Yes.

Who else was hurt? Tell me.

I don't know.

The kingsguards are pulling known and suspected Protestants from their beds.

My wife and children are safe, but we need your help... funds... to get away for a time.

Did you do this?

Are you planning a revolution, for all your talk of God and peace?

No, I swear to you both, it was some rogue faction.

I knew nothing of it until I was warned of the search for the guilty, but I will be held accountable.

I think you are accountable. I've looked into a few things since you were here.

I hadn't heard of any fighting in Chambord, because, as I learned, there was none.

There was no delay of materials.

The money I gave you was never going to build a school.

Is this true?

Where did that money go?

And all the other donations I entrusted you with?

The news you gave me of delays, the fighting.

I had no choice.

They threatened me, my family.

They said a school wasn't what we needed, assassins were... the House of Valois toppled, a brutal reign ended.

Jacob: Who threatened you? Was it Le Clerc?

Fontaine?

That I can't say... they'll k*ll me.

Aloysius, no.

Tell me we didn't fund an assassination on our king.

Still no word from Balfont?

None yet, my lord.

And where is the king?

At a secure location, the guards are saying. They must have moved him the second the alarms sounded.

They say it was Protestants wearing stolen uniforms of the guards.

Well, it seems they k*lled anyone who saw them as they moved through the castle.

Well, at least the engagement will surely be off.

Things can remain... as they were.

Where did the Protestants get the nerve?

Surely they know they will all be targets now?

Crushed with such force.

Well, th... they were being crushed anyway, weren't they?

I suppose they thought they had little to lose.

(horn plays fanfare in distance)

♪ Take control of who you are ♪
♪ Stay the same ♪
♪ Don't let them change you ♪
♪ Take control of who you are ♪
♪ 'Cause ain't nobody gonna save you ♪

My loyal subjects...

I reassure you that your king and your queen remain untouched.

(murmurs of relief)

These murderous traitors who invaded the castle tonight have achieved nothing, have altered nothing, and will die for nothing.

♪ Take control of who you are. ♪

(knocking on door)

Come in.

I'm sorry, Lady Lola, but...

Lord Narcisse insisted that I ask if you would speak to him.

Uh, it's all right, thank you.

(baby fusses)

Shh.

I wanted to see how you were feeling.

If you were all right.

The Protestants came, just as you warned.

I'm sure they would've k*lled Mary and Francis, if they could have.

Who knows where they would've stopped.

I take no pleasure in being right.

Especially as I may have been wrong about other issues.

What happened tonight was reckless.

It was the act of a people who feel that they have nothing to lose.

To rob people of hope is a dangerous mistake, and I suspect it may have been my doing.

Through your pressure on Francis.

I fear this nation is burning and I am the man who lit the match.

Oh, perhaps I overvalue my role in the matter.

You control a king.

I'd say you're being accurate.

Yes.

You betrayed me, you called me an enemy of those you hold dear, and yet when there was danger tonight, my worry was for you.

I think about you.

I think about you still.

I want to sleep but I can't stop shaking.

I'm so cold.

It's the shock of the night's events.

(sighs with relief) It's true.

You're all right, thank God.

Slowly.

Just give her time and space, and all you need to do is listen.

Shall I go?

They said... that the guards outside our chambers were k*lled, but the assassins never made it in, that you were untouched.

I lied.

Catherine lied.

So no one would know.

I was r*ped.

Please don't come any closer.

I can't bear it... I can hardly bear to have you to look at me.

Mary... you are my life and I love you.

And this is my fault.

Because you weren't here?

Because you were doing all you could to sway the Vatican towards tolerance, because, finally, we were as one?

Francis, you can't blame yourself.

You're wrong.

Please, don't talk.

It hurts to speak... to think about it, to try and make any sense of it at all.

Find them, Francis.

Find the men who did this to me and k*ll them.