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[Mary] Previously
on The Serpent Queen...

I dreamt that Diane died.

[Ruggieri] And then what?

[Catherine] Then Henri died.

Then you already
know the price.

That is a price
I am not willing to pay.

We're here on behalf
of our niece, Mary Stuart.

The king has forgotten
her betrothal

to his son, the dauphin.

Francis will wed
when the time is right.

- When will that be?
- [glass shatters]

- [Mary shrieks]
- When I am good and ready!

He does not believe
the marriage is a good match.

[scoffs]

What in God's name

does Henri know
about a good marriage?

You've kept me a boy
to suit your needs.

[Diane]
If my love has done you harm,

you must send me away.

Madame de Poitiers
has business to discuss.

The wedding of the dauphin
will go forth as planned.

[Cardinal Guise]
And may I suggest we invite

the Holy Roman emperor
of Spain.

Welcome the man against whom

both you and your father
fought multiple wars?

- Are you mad?
- France!

Will you joust
in the ceremonies today?

It would please me to see you
as you were when we first met.

- [metal clashing]
- [knight grunts]

Tell him I saw it in a dream,
that he dies

on this course
unless he stops now.

Once more.

[cheers]

- [crowd gasping]
- [shrieks]

[crowd murmuring]

You are evil,
just like they all say.

Oh, come on. No one's watching.

[Ruggieri] Are you sure
you picked the right girl?

Because if you don't take care
of this soon,

Mary will certainly
find her own way

to remain Queen of France.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

You've got a visitor.

Your Majesty.

You were expecting
your mistress?

She won't come for you,
but perhaps

you've already
figured that out by now.

Sit.

[chuckles]

I take it I am the last person
you expected to see?

I was arrested
for entering your chambers

without permission.

I did not think
you would care much

about my situation.

No, but I do.

Forgiveness is the basis
of God's word,

especially for those
who've been led astray

through no fault of their own.

I suspect it was Catherine
who sent you to my chambers.

As I suspect her dalliance
with the dark arts.

What I lack is proof of either.

Perhaps you could help me find
what I'm looking for.

I'm sure you've heard many
unflattering things about me.

And now you wonder
if you can trust me.

I--I see your dilemma.

But allow me to tell you
of my true nature...

so that you might better decide

which side
you would like to be on.

I think if you had seen me
on my wedding day,

you would begin to understand.

It was a day I thought

just as God had willed it.

Until I realized
that there were other...

darker forces at work.

[tense music plays]

[Montmorency] Henri!

♪ ♪

Henri.

[Mary] King Henri's tragic
fall came as a surprise

to all except one.

[gasping]

- [choking]
- [shushing]

Don't try to speak.

Protect my children.

Protect my children
like you've protected me.

You will be here
to protect them yourself.

All right? You will be here.

[breathing laboriously]

You haven't lost the ability
to lie, I see.

[laughing]

[gulping]

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

Come on!

Fetch it, now.

Let me pass.

Your presence is no longer
required, madam.

He needs me.

This is a family matter.

Henri!

[Henri] No. Please no.

[panting]

Why did you not stop jousting
when I told you to?

Why?

[shrieking] Why?

I wanted your dream
to come true.

- [Catherine] No.
- Because I know wanted it to.

- [Catherine] No!
- [Henri whimpers]

I told you to stop!

You should never have loved me.

What?

I love you still.

Shh...

Then I pity you... as a fool.

A very unfortunate accident.

And on your wedding day.

A day that should
be filled with joy,

now marred by tragedy.

The king is strong.

He is certain to survive.

He has a pole in his eye.

At a time like this, we should
take comfort in our faith.

Perhaps a prayer?

Yes. Yes.

Lead us, Uncle?

Of course.

Though might not
our Bourbon brothers

take offense
to our Catholic liturgy, hm?

Uh, today I believe
we are all Frenchmen first.

[Charles V] Oh.

I'm very pleased
to hear you say so.

In these times of darkness,

we must all reach out
towards the light.

For example,
I would be more than happy

to promote an alliance
with France

to secure the English throne.

If, God forbid,

the king does not
survive the night,

and the new Queen...

of France and Scotland

happens also to be
the rightful Queen of England.

[chuckles] You see?

Would certainly be convenient.

Ah. Let us kneel.

Really?

I'm not kneeling.

How is my father?

I'm afraid we cannot remove
the shrapnel from his eye

without risking his life.

It's all right. It's all right.
It's all right.

It's all right, Francis.

Take each breath slowly, yeah?

Remember?
Like sipping cold water.

[breathing laboriously]
I'm not ready, Mary.

Francis, if it is God's will
for you to be king,

you only have to trust in Him
to make you ready.

We are by your side.

Let us be
your pillars of strength.

And faith.

Lean on us, Francis,
and all will be fine.

You... you can lean on us,
too, remember.

Like a... like a chair.

- A what?
- [Antoine] We're like the...

the legs of a chair.

To sit on, you know.

Sturdy.

Come with me.

[Eleanor] Well, you certainly

couldn't have wished
for a better time

to work your mischief,
could you?

I merely play the pieces
as I find them.

This is not a chessboard, Charles.

These people happen
to be my family.

And you cannot expect me
to participate

in their destruction.

But that's what families do.

Bit by bit,

then all at once.

No one gets out alive.

What is wrong with you?

When you operate on the king,

you must be sure
of the outcome.

Of course.

What are the charges?

Murdered his mother
while she slept,

set fire to his neighbor's
house over a financial dispute,

and impropriety with a child.

Start with him.

No. No, no, no.

No! No!

[grunts] Wait. Wait!

[struggling]

Please, please. No!

No! Ah!

[screaming]

[gasps]

Get him up.

[prisoner shrieking]

[gasping]

Now take it out.

- Ah!
- Do it!

[screaming]

[gasps]

[groans]

Next.

[prisoner] No, no, no.
Please don't. No, no, no.

[tense music plays]

[gentle music plays]

♪ ♪

[tense music plays]

[muffled voices]

[indistinct chatter]

[muffled music playing]

- [indistinct chatter]
- [light music playing]

[quietly]
This is utter madness.

[Diane] Mm?

[laughs]

[chuckles]

Oh, Catherine.

Excellent news.

The king has recovered.

Come. Come and sit with us.

Come.

The king has recovered.

[shushing]

- [music stops]
- Um... um, Francis,

your father wants to toast you
on your wedding day.

Excellent idea.

- [cup clatters]
- [Diane] Oh.

He must rest.

[Diane] Nonsense. He's well.

[laughing]

More wine.

- No.
- [Diane] He's--he's well.

He's--he's fine.
Ah, you're fine.

Ah...

mm... music!

Um, we must celebrate
the miracle.

- [light music playing]
- [Diane panting]

[gurgling]

- [Henri gags]
- Ah.

- [Henri struggling]
- [Diane] Oh. Oh. Oh.

[all gasping]

[Diane] Um... he's fine.

Ah, maybe Catherine is right.

Eh? You must rest a little.

Eh? Let me hold you.

- Oh.
- [Henri grunting]

[Diane] Henri.

[Diane grunting]

[Henri groans]

[Diane] There.

[Diane panting]

Perfect.

[panting]

Let me hold you. There.

Let me hold you.

There. There. There.

[chuckles] There.

Have some rest.

That is fine.

There is no pulse.

No. He's well.

Tell them.

He's well.

I'm sorry.

No. He's fine.

He's fine.

No.

He's well.

He's well. Ah?

Henri.

Henri.

No. No.

No, Henri.

[crying]

You're not dead, my love.

Don't leave me.

Don't leave me alone.

Don't leave me.

Henri.

Catherine.

Help me, cousin.

Help me.

Cousin.

Madame de Poitiers...

the king is dead.

[Diane] No.

No.

He's not dead.

He's fine.

Please forgive me.

Stay.

Stay with me.

Please.

Henri.

Don't look so glum.

Your ship just came in.

[Mary] What we had believed
to be one of God's miracles

turned out to be a tragedy.

[dramatic music plays]

Your mistress wanted
to blame her magician

for her husband's death.

But it was her own doing.

You lied to me!

- Ugh.
- Ah!

You said I had a choice!

And I chose to keep him alive,
and yet he died!

Tell me why he died. Tell me!

Perhaps because he, like me,
does not believe in magic.

He knew his death
was what you truly wanted.

No!

No, I didn't want it. I didn't!

Yes, you did.

Because you knew in death
he would belong to you

as he never had in life.

[crying]

Ah.

[door closes]

My child.

You wanted to speak with me?

I did. I do.

[chuckles]

How is the new king, hm?

Well, he's...
overwhelmed by grief.

- [Charles V] Mm.
- Understandably.

Well, he's lucky he has you
when he's so reduced.

[Mary] I have sworn my loyalty
to him before God.

Nothing can come between us.

- Indeed.
- Yes, and on that subject,

I believe that God
has chosen you and your husband

for a reason.

Together, we can unite Europe

under the one true faith.

Well, if it is my calling,
I shall answer.

Oh, I very much believe
it is your calling, Mary,

and I want to help you.

But--but might the other
members of the Privy Council

not object to such an alliance?

Yes. They might.

But you must remember
that anybody who opposes you

is not to be trusted,

no matter what they profess
their beliefs to be.

Yes.

If they oppose me,
they oppose the church itself.

Exactly.

[chimes tinkling]

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[Ruggieri] The embalmers
removed the king's heart.

So I took it.

[Ruggieri] Drink.

You will be his living tomb.

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

[sniffles]

[crying]

- [horse whinnies]
- [driver] Hep.

[Mary]
With the death of her husband,

Catherine finally got
the revenge

she had so long desired.

[sobs]

[Matisse] You still have me.

I will never leave you.

Don't say things
you don't mean.

I should remind you that white

is the traditional color
for mourning.

I prefer black.

Reminds people of their loss.

[Mathilde]
Did Ruggieri tell you that?

He did.

[Mathilde] I think it's time
you sent Ruggieri back

to where he came from.

Don't you?

He makes you nervous.

He makes me nervous
because he appeals

to the darker parts
of your nature,

which frighten me
far more than he does.

The darker parts of my nature

will always ensure
my survival...

...and yours.

Bit too soon to tell, isn't it?

[dramatic music plays]

[praying indistinctly]

♪ ♪

Your father always believed
in you.

I know you will
do his memory justice.

Thank you, Mother.

I hope you're right.

I don't doubt it.

Grief suits you.

It has enhanced
your natural beauty.

I only wish I could stay and...

get to know you better.

Is that an appropriate way
to talk to me

at my husband's funeral?

Why not?

You're no longer attached.

And from what I hear,

the marriage wasn't
a particularly happy one

to begin with, hm?

[chuckles]

I thought I felt a little
something between us

at the service.

You were wrong.

In fact, the thought
makes me physically ill.

Hm.

What a shame.

The truth is,

I always found funerals...

vaguely erotic.

I think it must be all those
big feelings on display, hm?

You know,
you're the most intelligent one

in the whole dreary group.

Sadly,
you will never see power.

You would have made
a worthy adversary.

If I were you,
I'd leave France immediately.

You are no longer welcome.

I can only thank God

that these terrible events
have disrupted

any treaty negotiations
between our two countries.

Oh, on the contrary...

I think you'll find
the king's death

has only strengthened your
daughter-in-law's determination

to lead
a unified, Catholic Europe,

something I have
encouraged enthusiastically.

A child with a sense
of religious destiny

is like a four-year-old

running around a barn
with a lit torch.

I will wind her up

and watch that silly girl

burn this country
to the ground.

My only regret
is my old friend Francis

will not be here
to see my victory.

Well, I will leave you
to your grief.

As I said, it suits you.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[bell tolling]

Find out where Montmorency goes
when he's not in court.

He did not cross himself
at the end of mass.

As you wish.

Ah, ah, ah...

ah, ah...

[gasping]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

[gasping]

[moaning]

[Antoinette sighs]

[both panting]

I shouldn't come here anymore.

Why not?

It's not every day you meet
someone who likes to take it

exactly the way
you like to give it.

It's no small thing, you know.

Not to be sniffed at.

[sighs]
You make too much of sex

and the sensual pleasures
in general.

What else is there in a world
where you're lucky

to get out
of the birth canal alive

and you can drop dead
from a head cold at any moment?

Listen.

Things will go badly for you
and your brother from now on.

Now, perhaps
this makes me weak, but...

I can't afford
any confusion of loyalties.

I'm flattered you think
confusion is a possibility.

It's not.

You'll regret this.

Despite your best attempts
with me,

you almost resemble
a human being.

You're not going
to get emotional, are you?

I haven't decided.

I might, actually.

Look, it's impossible.

Our families despise
each other.

And we're probably
related anyway.

Everyone's related!

True.

Goodbye, Antoine.

Good luck.

[door closes]

[tense music plays]

[Mary] After the Holy Roman
emperor alerted me

to my calling,
I knew it was my duty

to put France
on the right course.

My first order of business
is to discuss the new alliance

between France
and the Holy Roman emperor

in order to secure my wife's
claim on the English throne.

[Louis] We are prepared
to consider an alliance,

but we'll need
to hear the terms.

Quite. We're not writing
a blank check.

[Cardinal Guise] No, no, no.

I think you're
misunderstanding.

The alliance is happening.

It's already been drafted
by the king's hand.

Without the approval
of his Privy Council?

Seriously,
how do you think that will

go over with the Protestants?

Interesting you say that.

What exactly is going on here?

- Yeah.
- France has decided

to take her place in history.

Think is absurd.
Montmorency, tell them.

Montmorency
has no part in this.

The emperor has agreed

to pledge his troops
to our cause,

forging a mighty alliance
that will strike terror

in the hearts
of every last infidel,

in exchange for a reassurance
of our religious purity.

And how do you propose
we do that, child?

A decree that makes
Protestantism illegal

on French soil.

[scoffs] I-Is this a joke?

Francis, this is not wise.

It's fucking lunacy,
is what it is.

Are you behind this?
'Cause it's not fucking funny.

I'm not laughing.

Listen to me, Francis.

The Holy Roman emperor plagued
your grandfather's reign.

He imprisoned and tortured
your father and uncle

when they were children.

You cannot trust him.

Fucking...

Forgive me, Mother, if I'm
not swayed by your advice.

But you never had much
to say to me before.

Why should our relationship
change now?

And yet, in this case,

your mother
happens to be right.

This is a very dangerous road
you're going down.

The righteous path
is always rife with danger.

Francis, I'm your mother,

and I only want to protect you.

Yet you left that to others
in the past.

Never my choice.

May I just say
that we're not cruel.

Hm? In fact,

due to the Bourbons'
loyal service to the crown,

we have decided
to give them the opportunity

to renounce their Protestantism

and recommit themself
to the Catholic faith.

- After paying a hefty fee.
- And I'd be really,

really happy
to take your confession.

- What, now?
- Yes.

I'm sorry, but why is a virgin
who has never read anything

but children's stories
talking to me?

I told you before
not to speak to her like that.

I won't tell you again.

- Shut up.
- This will mean war.

In which case, you will
honor your king in battle.

Then you won't renounce, hm?

Fuck off.

Fine.

Sign it.

You are now in violation
of a royal decree.

And what are you going to do,
arrest us?

Hm, banishment seems
more appropriate.

- Does it not, my king?
- Yes.

- Banishment.
- You can't do this.

I think you'll find
we just have.

Uh, guards, please see
the Princes of the Blood

out of the palace at once.

Where are we supposed to go?

Siberia.
I hear they've got clean air.

You have made
a terrible mistake.

On the contrary, your son

will be the savior
of Catholic Europe.

- Go.
- You bitch.

[Antoine] Hey, you get your
hands off me!

[Louis] Fucking bitch.

[Mary] Just get them out.

[both grunting]

[dramatic music plays]

I fucked your mother!

I fucked her good and hard.
And you know what?

You were right.
She likes it fucking rough!

[Francois grunts]

♪ ♪

I will maim you.

[both grunting]

You're next, you fat fuck.

Ah!

- Enough?
- Fuck.

I can still taste
her sweet Catholic cunt.

[laughing]

[Mary] Get them out.

[shrieking]

[Mary] Having signed
the proclamation,

we wasted no time in our
efforts to rid the kingdom

of the Protestant menace.

- [door bangs open]
- What do you want?

We are arresting him
on suspicions of Protestantism.

He's not a Protestant. Are you?

What's a Protestant?

Let him go, or you answer
to the Queen Mother.

We are acting on the orders
of the king.

[people yelling indistinctly]

[Mary] I never doubted
my husband, the king's,

dedication to the church.

But I knew his mother's
influence could be dangerous

unless she were brought over
to our cause.

[gasps]

Your Majesty,
to what do I owe this honor?

I believe I see the light
of Lord, our savior, in you.

Mm?

He is known to be close
to the afflicted.

Really?

That's not been my experience.

Then perhaps you have not found
the right path.

What did you have in mind?

[Mary] Your mistress has
a magician in her retinue.

Rumor has it, he has lured her
over to the dark arts,

and you disapprove.

Even if that were true...

I don't see
why I would tell you.

The laws are very strict

when it comes to heresy
of any kind,

and I would hate to see
your mistress led astray.

So if you come see me
with the information I need,

I will make sure
you don't suffer

for your mistress' crimes.

Are we understood?

Good.

[door opens]

[eerie music playing]

[horse whinnies]

♪ ♪

[birds cawing]

Aabis?

[Aabis] I need your help.

[Catherine]
I'm not in much of a position

to help anyone, I'm afraid.

They took my apprentice,

arrested him for heresy.

Well, so get a new one.

I happen to need him.

Why?

What makes him so special?

He has no one else
in the world.

And he's attached himself
to me.

I'll see what I can do.

[door opens]

[Mathilde] What was that about?

Nothing that concerns you.

I have the information
you asked for.

Tell me.

First I have my future
to think about.

What is it that you want?

I want my freedom,

away from court
and all the power plays

that consume you so much.

Do you think I enjoy this game?

I think what you claim
to do out of necessity

brings you more pleasure
than you'd like to admit.

Now that Henri is dead
and your children are grown,

you could leave court,

live in peaceful obscurity.

But you won't.

You'll say it is for France,

but I know better.

How sad.

My dearest and oldest friend...

...how little you know of me.

You sure about that?

I suggest you do not
underestimate me.

Never.

[Edith] "Wherefore the law
was our schoolmaster

"to bring us unto Christ,

that we might be justified
by faith."

"But after that faith is come,

"we are no longer
under a schoolmaster.

"For ye are all
the children of God

"by faith in Christ Jesus.

"For as many of you
as have been baptized...

Dangerous pastime these days.

[tense music plays]

[Edith] "There is no longer
Jew or Greek..."

I wonder
what would possess you.

Have you really found God?

♪ ♪

[people murmuring]

[Edith] Thank you.

Not today.

Mmm. It's the girl, isn't it?

Not in the way you mean.

[Edith] Thank you.

She changed my life,

gave me a purpose.

The only pure thing I've ever
seen in this world.

Like a true Christian.

[Edith] Thank you.

What is it you want?

Same thing that you do,

peace.

A future where a girl like that

need not be afraid
for her life.

Help me restore balance
to the country.

You know it as well as I do.

It is what
King Francis taught us.

You, perhaps. Me, he sent away.

And I'm calling you back.

Because France needs you.

Unless you're prepared to be
the next person Mary hangs.

Everyone dies of something.

Is a hanging any worse
than another?

What about the girl?

And everyone else in here?

Protect them.

Help me show my son reason.

You used to be a man of action.

It's time to act.

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

Your poor mother.

You know, it'll break her heart
when she finds out.

When I think of the sacrifices
she made for you.

Perhaps we could
tell her we're just, uh,

- coming home to visit.
- Yeah.

[Charles]
It's only a matter of time.

She'll hear about it
in the village.

The way those women
like to natter on.

They'll love to lord it over us
with this.

The Bourbon boys in exile.

Well, we all have
to face facts eventually.

You had one job:
maintain influence.

And you couldn't manage it.

It's true. We're failures.

I can barely comprehend
how it happened.

Can't you, Louis?

Well, I can.

You're Princes of the Blood,

and you let yourself
be outmaneuvered

by a family of pig fuckers!

- Sorry, Daddy.
- Sorry, Daddy.

We are not pigs

that get fucked!

We are the Bourbons!

And we do the fucking!

No. I've made up my mind.

You can't come home.
I won't allow it.

I didn't spend
my whole life working

to have you two underfoot.

Well, where the hell
are we supposed to go?

[Charles] I don't know.
Let's have a think.

There's always Navarre.

You happen to be
King there, Antoine.

- Oh...
- I can't. I--

Protestantism
is the state religion.

And last time I checked,
you had a wife there too.

She's awful.

I mean, I fucking hate Navarre.

No music, no wine.
The food is shit.

Yeah, it is.

[Charles] Right,
I'm giving you two weeks.

Then I don't care
where you go.

[Antoine]
I'm not going to Navarre.

- I can't.
- [Louis] No, you can't.

- [whispering] Who's that?
- [Louis] I don't know.

Then again...

there may be another option
after all.

Ah, Montmorency,

to what do we owe the honor
of your visit?

[Catherine] We need you
to return to court,

to reclaim your rightful seats
on the Privy Council,

with all your titles
and holdings restored.

We'd like nothing better,

but how do you propose
we do that?

We're exiles, on the run.

Without a purpose in life.

About to join
the trash heap of history.

You must forgive
my younger son.

He is having something
of an existential crisis.

Pay him no mind.

But seriously,
do you have a plan?

Yes.

Separate the king
from Mary's influence.

He worships her,
if you hadn't noticed.

And that is why the separation
must be made by force.

Some time alone
with his Protestant uncles

to remind him of the benefits
of religious tolerance.

Sounds quite practical.

[Catherine] Thank you, Antoine.

You are, if I'm not mistaken,

talking about
kidnapping the king.

There is nothing
remotely practical about it.

Yeah. If the Guises find out,
they will declare war.

[Catherine]
The Guises will not find out.

The king will be seized

by unknown
Protestant militants.

You will negotiate his release,

kill the militants,

and return him unharmed
as an act of patriotism,

and therefore proving
to the French people

that the Protestants
have the best interests

of the king at heart.

Sounds risky to me.

[Catherine] Well, you could
always go live in Navarre.

Oh, God, no.

Though it seems very likely
that Mary

and the Holy Roman emperor
will set their sights

on the Protestant kingdom
before long.

Father, what do you think?

Montmorency,

if my sons separate the king
from his wife,

will his eyes be opened?

[Montmorency]
Frankly, I'm not sure.

I don't believe in him
the way his mother does,

but it might be
your only chance.

[Charles] All right.

It's bold. It's risky.

From one point of view,
it's profoundly stupid.

From another... inspired.

Because the people are angry.

And if we manage
to pull this off,

we could win their hearts
and minds and perhaps...

come out on top after all.

I like it.

And if it doesn't work,
I'm fucking converting back.

- [chuckles]
- So how--

how does one kidnap a king?

In a few days' time,

the king will travel
with a limited escort

through the forest
near Chambord.

During the journey,
his carriage will be exposed.

How do you know that?

Because I will make it so.

It has come to my attention

that we have not rooted out

all of the Protestants
in France.

There is, in fact,
a secret cell

practicing the heathen faith

not far
from where we sit right now.

Its members may even
include certain...

high-ranking court officials.

The location
of this secret cell

has been delivered to me

through a trusted source.

We must punish these traitors
at once.

Mary, I must caution you--

Queen Mary, Uncle,

or Your Majesty, if you prefer.

Your Majesty,

too much blood's
been spilled already.

It's possible
to push the people too far.

They've seen their countrymen
hanging from trees.

Now, it's one thing
to arrest wealthy Protestants

and another to continually
attack the peasantry.

I think our point
has been made.

Well, I'm not interested
in making a point.

I'm interested in ridding
France of every last infidel,

no matter where I find them,

because the future of Europe
depends on it.

The people will not question
the policy...

if they know the king himself
is firmly behind it.

Yes.

Well said.

I did not expect your support.

But we are glad for it.

Are we not, my king?

- Hm?

- Yes.
- Indeed.

[sighs]

We must find a way
to demonstrate

the king's commitment
to the new policy.

All right, then.
Here's what we'll do.

Me and my brother
will go and visit

this secret sect ourselves.

We will see to it.

No.

No. The king should lead us

and confront the infidels himself,

because that sends a message--
a clear message.

That's right,
but the problem is--

I'm not sure the king
is up to it.

[Cardinal Guise] Exactly.

[laughs]
Do not doubt his resolve.

I want the people to know
where I stand on this issue.

And they do.

[Francis breathing heavily]

I-it's true, my breathing
sometimes gives me difficulty,

but I am not feeble.

Of course, Your Majesty.

But this is a very,
very dangerous situation.

With all due respect,
the king is sick.

No. The king is fine.

He--

Francis, it's all right, hm?

It's all right. Yeah?

Mm?

Yeah?

You're all right.

I am well.

He is well.

You know,
perhaps it is your resolve

that should be questioned, hm?

It has been said
that even the Catholic Church

is not free of heretics,
and I warn you,

I will leave no stone unturned.

You are either with us,
or you are against us.

We are with you.

Of course.

[sighs]

Come, Francis.

Okay, what are you playing at?

He is in no condition
to do something like this.

[Catherine] True.

But he has God on his side.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[Francois] You better know
what you're doing.

'Cause our niece
is out of fucking control,

- if you hadn't noticed.
- Just leave it to me.

I'll manage it.

That's what I'm worried about.

Another one
puffed up by Mother...

and now the Holy Roman emperor.

Mary thinks she's
Joan of fucking Arc.

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

Francis...

...I must ask you
to reconsider your alliance

with the Holy Roman emperor.

And why would he do that?

Hm?

We've been over this.

Francis, please.

I must ask you to reconsider

before we reach
our destination.

Or what happens
at our destination, Mother?

I just don't want
to see anything

happen to you, that's all.

Is that a threat?

Of course not.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

You doubt my ability to lead,
don't you?

You have never believed in me
the way Father did

or the way Mary does.

She has always
been there for me.

We can discuss
all of that later,

if you will only
listen to me now.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

No wonder father loved Diane.

You could never give him
the love he needed.

You were cold.
I have felt it all my life.

Possessed of the black heart,
just as they say.

You know,
I've even wondered if it's

the blackness in your heart

that caused me
to be born so sickly,

if that's the real reason they
call you the Serpent Queen.

[coughing]

[Mary] Francis. It's all right.

Help, help, help. Please.

- [Francis coughing]
- [Mary] Please, please, help.

Please. Please. Francis.

[choking]

Indirectly or not, I believe
Catherine was responsible

for what happened
to my husband, the king.

Well, now you know
why you must choose my side.

Thank you for opening my eyes.

I feel my soul cleansed.

I wrote to my cousin in England
asking for help.

If there's one thing
that can unite us,

it is our hatred
of that common queen.

I believe Catherine

has intercepted
her letter in return.

I need it back.

You can find it.

Can I count on you?

It would be my honor

to help you rid France
of the Serpent Queen.

Good.

[indistinct shout in distance]

[horse whinnies]

[Mary] Find him,
and bring him to me.

Move, posthaste.

[guard] Yes, Your Majesty.

I didn't hear you come in.

I came as soon as I could.

Queen Mary let you go.

Why?

I told her a pack of lies
about you.

Now she trusts me.

She even gave me this dress.

I'm not surprised.

You're a clever girl.

Are you angry with me?

Of course not.

You are my friend.

Indeed.

And you have learned
a valuable lesson,

that a queen never lacks
a legitimate reason

to break a promise.

Shall I prepare you a bath?

How thoughtful.

["It's All Over Now, Baby Blue"
by Marianne Faithfull playing]

♪ ♪

[Marianne]
♪ You must leave now ♪

♪ Take what you need ♪

♪ You think will last ♪

♪ But whatever you wish
To keep ♪

♪ You'd better grab it fast ♪

♪ Yonder stands your orphan ♪

♪ With his gun ♪

♪ Crying like a fire ♪

♪ In the sun ♪

♪ Look out ♪

♪ The saints
are coming through ♪

♪ And it's all over now ♪

♪ Baby blue ♪

♪ And it's all over now ♪

♪ Baby blue ♪