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I will return home,

because now I am Mary, Queen of Scots,

When was a child the English waged war upon Scotland

and my mother sent me to France for safety,

I remained in exile for 13 years , and never saw my mother's face again.

But now I will have my revenge,

One day, my child, my mother's grandchild,

will take the English throne.

My cousin returns to Scotland

Ah, your Majesty,

A woman who claims her right to my crown, the crown of England.

A woman who was a friend of France. France, my sworn enemy.

And now this woman sees fit to live behind my back, across my border

Ah, Your Majesty,

How much have we given this man

8442 gold coins, Your Majesty,

8442 gold sovereigns

please, Lord James, Your Majesty.

I gave the money believing that would govern Scotland

I shall.

She's a wee girl, a silly young thing.

She'll be no threat, I see to that. Be sure that you do.

I am now queen. When they arrive, if they arrive, how will I show it?

Who is the most powerful man in Scotland?

My half brother, Lord James,

Take his horse from him.

That is good.

Forgive me, Your Majesty,

My brother? I.

David Rizzio,

My Lord. Italian?

Si, He is my adviser.

You'll not lack for advice here, my dear sister,

Your leg please, your majesty.

Your name, Monsieur? Bothwell.

My mother always spoke highly of you.

That pleases me. But I can ride without your help.

Can I ride the white horse?

Of course.

Shall we go?

The Huntlys.

Scotland thistles, for your mother's grave.

I thank you.

Lord James did not informed us of your arrival,

could that be because we are Catholics, Lord James?

Our Queen is Catholic. Eh.

A Catholic queen rules a band protestant heathens.

I fear you speak too plainly.

Forgive me, My son, Sir John,

He's not yet married Your Majesty. Forgive her, Your Majesty.

I can scarce believe such a man came from my womb.

Look at your thighs, your Majesty, have you ever seen such powerful thighs?

I confess I have not. He could Sire your children, your Majesty.

Scores and scores of years of Catholic children.

Shall we proceed?

Mary, run.

Mary. Mumma.

Long live the Queen.

Catholic devils.

Your Majesty.

May I, advise the adviser?

Si, My Lord.

Go home, wee David. When the time you govern Scotland,huh,

but no more, for the Queen, she has returned.

Go home, it will soon be too hot for you here.

My mother died here? Aye.

I should have been here.

You're not to blame for that,

the English are.

Lady Huntly.

Your Majesty, you are attending a Catholic Mass.

A Catholic Mass in a Protestant Scotland.

Bring me two dozen men, armed to the teeth,

"The body of Christ,"

First we had the mother, and now the daughter,

and nothing deliver us from this monstrous regiment of women.

Mr. Knox Si

Why do you force your way into the house of God

Because this is not a house of God's,

This is a Catholic chapel. I am a Catholic

And this is a Protestant country, Your Majesty,

I have no wish to change that

I would practice my religion in private...

as I was doing until I was so rudely interrupted.

I will not impose my religion upon my country.

The Roman faith is a pernicious weed. It must be trampled down, down.

less they spread and strangle the country.

Do you accept me as your queen

Ay

And my conscience tells me to practicing the Catholic faith

Do you wish the Queen to do something against her conscience

Conscience must be formed of knowledge.

You're a wee girl with little knowledge,

My mother wrote to me often, Mr. Knox,

She mentioned you. Did she, Your Majesty

She told me that you thumbed the Bible morning and afternoon

and then at night, went home to your 17 years old wife

a wee girl...with little knowledge, Mr. Knox

and the craved pleasure in ravishing her.

She mentioned it, Mr, Knox for, she knew I was missing Scotland.

and she thought news of such hypocrisy as yours, would make me miss it slightly less.

It worked, for you visited Scotland not once. Not even once.

during your 13 years in France.

God deserves greatly does he not, Mr. Knox

and making a weak girl such as I.... your sovereign.

God has not erred. You must learn. We must teach.

And thus we build upon..... - Majesty

It is a sad day, when the Queen of Scotland...

takes advised from an Italian.

You must obey your queen, Ay.

Then go. I can not.

But you have just said that you must obey your queen

I have to obey Almighty God, and only then....

only then, my queen, - Majesty,

Your Majesty,

Anyone who puts a finger on this Queen, and he will die

To the people of Scotland who fought to rid their country the Roman Catholic devil

and here it is in the guise of a woman.

Disperse, disperse. or suffer your fate.

Move. Do as I say, make way for Scotland

They are only Catholic devils

Anyone who harms this Queen, he will die. Disperse. Disperse.

They are most barbaric.

Thank you. They hate me. No.

They hate your religion.

Thank you Bothwell. Yes Your Majesty,

Stand for your queen,

You will stand your queen. Mary,

these men are Protestants,

they cannot for a queen that practices the Catholic faith

You will stand for your queen, you will stand, Lord Gunn.

I will have no violence.

I saw violence enough for when I was a child

I've come to bring peace to Scotland,

I'm sorry I have caused you such great offense,

I an newly arrived from France, and Mr. Knox is right,

I have a lot to learn,

Scotland is indeed a Protestant country.

I am however, a Catholic Queen.

My conscience...

be formed as it is, Mr. Knox tells me to practice my Catholic faith,

perhaps, with your prayers,

and with Mr. Knox's guidance, that will one day change.

I can rely on your guidance, Mr, Knox

Indeed, Your Majesty,

I humbly thank you.

In the meantime my Lords please,

join me in a toast to Scotland that it is Protestant,

and will always be Protestant,

To a Protestant Scotland, My Lords

To Protestant Scotland. To Protestant Scotland.

Your Majesty. You called her a wee girl, a silly young thing.

Ay. She is not, she is shrewd.

She takes advice, shrewd advice from an Italian named Rizzio,

Destroy him. I shall.

I was told she practices the Catholic faith and the Protestant Lords accept this.

Her conscience... It has nothing to do with consciousness,

She practices the Catholic faith,

so that the Catholics of my country will want her as their queen.

You must stop it. I can not.

She has the support of the Huntly family. Rich, powerful, Catholic.

Destroy them. They are too strong,

Then have Mary Queen of Scots herself, destroy them.

Give Mary, Queen of Scots no choice but to destroy her strongest allies.

How The strong must show they are strong.

That is their weakness.

Sir John Huntly. Lord James,

People say you are weak. Huh...weak

That Protestants .... Lord Gunn.

Even they say of you "How could Sir John suffer such abuse and do nothing "

I know it wasn't weakness, it was forbearance.

Let them mock you, I know you're are a man,

They mock me ..........did.

I did nothing, for the queen forbade it.

Whatever you do, you'll have the queens blessing,

Move.

Get rid of him.

You must execute this killer. It's a rich and powerful family,

A Catholic family. The religion matters not

People will not say their wealth and power did not

save them, but their Catholic religion did.

The queen will let Catholics get away with murder for she's a Catholic herself.

I will talk with David, leave us. I will not.

Very well you may stay.

Why did he do it To Defend your honor.

My honor I was defending yours.

Sure, but that's what I said.

We have a dilemma.

Monsieur.

Do not touch me.

I will solve your dilemma.

What would you effect, Sir.

I will solve your dilemma. How

I will kill Sir John Huntly in his cell,

people will assume friends or family of the victim have done it.

Justice will have been done and you will have played no part in it.

Neither the Catholic or Protestant Lords will turn against you.

You sure Sir,

You think this dishonorable Yes. Disreputable Yes.

Many a men would risk his life for you

but few would risk their honor and their reputation.

I would.

That is the measure of the great esteem in which I hold for you. Goodnight, Sir.

I am Scottish. I do not understand French.

Good night, Sir.

You have not knelt, Sir.

Whatever he did, he did it out of love for you and for the Catholic faith

He saw his queen, abused by filthy Protestants

and he could not bear it. Mary, you must witness it.

I know.

If you wish to be a mother one day

I pray for that to happen, but forgive me, you are childless now,

you do not know the love of a mother for her son,

You act out of ignorance, Please.

When you, yourself, a son, will you understand the grievous harm you do me now,

and Your Majesty, will break your heart.

You will not be able to look at yourself without remembering mine.

You'll not be able to look at your son without

remembering mine. Oh please, Your Majesty, Your Majesty,

save the life of my son, please spare the life

of my beautiful son, save the life of my son.

You find your words

Beware of the bastard.

Bastard

Your brother, Lord James,

How dare you.

He told me whatever I did to that man with a scar would have your blessing.

Can you die with such lies on your lips

Indeed.

In the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holey Spirit, Amen

You must speak

Your Majesty. I can not,

We must seize this moment,

This was not a Catholic murder the Protestants.

This was a Scot who murdered a Scot

Move. Make way.

Move. Make way for your queen.

Move.

My Lord,

I thank you, once more.

You must learn to enjoy executions,

You must rule by fear, for fear is all they understand.

I take my advice from wee David.

Did he deserve to die?

Yes.

Then your mother would have swung that axe herself....

and she would let no man see her tears,

Fear not, Bothwell, you will never see them again.

I curse you. May you die in the same manner....

as my son....my curses upon you.

Stand.

Where are the Catholic Lords?

At prayers, I think.

I will take a husband.

Sooner than I intended ...

For I need a strong ally....

in whom you can trust.

Lord Darnley comes.

He's not a hunchback like the Austrian, or a ladybird like the Spaniard.

You Majesty, this one is none of them.

Lord Darnley.

Grandson of Henry VII,

Fourth in line line to being on the throne.

God willing, I may have met my match.

Beauty before my eyes, Your Majesty ...

It is a dream come true.

You are charming, Lord Darnley,

Yes.

Do you dance better than you speak French, Lord Darnley?

Do I dance...Your Majesty, I tour Saint Vitus.

Beautiful, is she not? Who?,

You would marry her? Might consider it eh.

But your not in the french court, the heir apparent of Spain?

No.

And you're not rich?

So what would you bring to such a marriage?

You have not yet Queen Elizabeth? No...is she beautiful?

Yes. More beautiful than I?

She is my queen. She's a woman,

She is the most beautiful woman in England, Your

Majesty, and you are the most beautiful in Scotland.

Stand for your Queen.

Do you miss France? Yes.

I miss the warmth, our music, our food,

our wine ...

our people.

You are in the French mountains, rain has ceased ...

the sun appears, and baths your face.

Now the smell of French lavender, wild rosemary.

I may keep this?

Under your pillow.

It is your great beauty that makes me be so bold.

Madam, is there not man in the whole of Scotland who's good enough for you?

Sir?

Rued by the Austria, Spain and now England.

What is wrong with my country, it pray?

You're drunk, Sir, And you are French, Madam.

Now I would sooner be drunk for a year than French for a day.

Now is it, French to see merit

in this long streak of English piss, Madam?

Do you not know what England has done to my country?

They have raped our women, murdered our children ...

Hands off me!

And now it dines with our queen.

The dead of Scotland turn in their graves ...

for an English man dines with our queen.

And why are you here , Madam, eh?

Our people offend your eye, our food, your nose ...

so why, tell me Madam, are you here. Was your life so boring in France...

Get your hands off me... is that why you're here?

Not for Scotland, but for yourself .

You will die for this.

Why are you in ours ...

if its the the people despise....

There goes a Scotsman in need of his oats.

Hands off me.

Who did this? to me I know not.

Remind me what I said. The Queen wishes to do the personally.

Forgive me.

How's your head? Sore.

I could remove it for you. Well, that would do the trick, aye.

You caused Lord Darnley great offense. You called Lord a long streak of English piss.

Then I must apologize ...

I thank you ... To English pish.

Banishment, I think.

Anywhere but France.

She is a queen. You are to her what this poor wretch is to you.

I have here a dagger, Your Majesty. I have here a dagger, Your Majesty.

A queen may have her feel of handsome men,

But for marry them is not a necessity.

Is he not my perfect match? Yes.

Should we have a child, would that child inherit the English Throne? Yes.

Then why can't I wed David?

I fear you are too fond of him, Your Majesty,

And he blinds you to his weakness.

I have here a dagger, Your Majesty.

I wish to ask for your hand in marriage. That may be presumptuous,

that may cause offense. If so this dagger is for my own heart.

It would no sacrifice, for what is life for me,

knowing I have offended Your Majesty.

What good is life to me without the woman I love.

I have a dagger ..., I wish to marry you, Lord Darnley,

She's to marry Darnley. You will have to ask Your Majesty.

I'm asking you, you slimy, greasy piece of Italian shite.

I'm asking ... I am marrying him, yes.

Go.

How dare you question my command,

you sickly dwarf.

You consummate this marriage? That is not your business.

Not my business.

You both lay claim to the English throne,

Your child will inherit the English throne.

Do you think Elizabeth would find that palatable?

I hope she finds it most unpalatable. I hope she chokes on the news.

You'll rule Scotland together?

He will not be king, it will be consort.

What about me?

Forgive me?

I had good reason to think we would govern together,

I was wrong. You speak with an Italian before you speak to me.

And now take an Englishman.

An Englishman, an Italian, and only then, I.

I, who have given years of service my country,

You've been informed of all the decisions I make.

That is your right for you are my brother.

Half brother. If I were your brother, I would be your king.

Forgive me.

Forgive me not.

Our father loved my mother, she married with your mother, but he loved mine.

You were born of politics and intrigue, I am born of passion and love.

I am born of all things noble in this world,

and from that I am declared a bastard.

From that I am denied all that is rightfully mine.

For that you treat me as a serf.

Go.

Remember Mary, Elizabeth is a bastard,

and she sits upon the English throne. Why?

Because her half sister is dead.

We're in peril.

Yes.

We need men to guard us.

Brave men.

This is Hamish. Hamish and I have spent many hours of stimulating conversation.

How loyal are you, Bothwell?

I would die for you.

We have reason to fear for our lives.

We wish you to remain within the palace day

and night, close at hand armed at all times.

Aye.

I'm soon marry Lord Darnley.

Heave...Hold.....Heave

You look beautiful ..., Your Majesty.

And for you ..., you will never be cold again, David,

You intrude, Sir.

I have something that I want to say to you, Your Majesty,

Will you leave us?

They will stay.

If ... ever you are in danger, there is this.

It will lead you south gate.

I thank you,

There is a lack of time, Your Majesty for you are soon to be married,

which is why I must now humble myself before you ... and others,

I've come to ask your hand in marriage.

I'm not the Dauphin France or the heir apparent of Spain.

I'm not rich or powerful, so you may ask, what would you bring to such a marriage?

To which I must reply. I would bring my heart.

Are you are drunk, Bothwell

Your Majesty.

You're left on your own, Your Majesty.

Thank you, He has big feet, they say it's a son.

The Queen is ready, My Lord.

My Lord.

Wine, woman, bring your husband wine.

Have you ordered Lord Darnley to return to England? He has ignored me.

Do they share a bed? When he is sober.

Then she will have a child. There will be no child.

Out!

The House of Lancaster: Henry IV, Henry V, Henry VI ...

But after Henry VI, a horizontal line, the end of the House of Lancaster.

The House of York: Edward IV, Edward V, Richard III,

But after Richard III, a horizontal line, the end of the House of York.

The House of Tudor: Henry VII, Henry VIII, Edward VI, ...

the mad half sister, and me.

The end of the House of Tudors. Mary's child will inherit my throne ...

for I am barren, I am a horizontal line.

I promise you she will have no child.

You can promise me that? Aye.

But there may be bloodshed.

I never would never countenance the murder of Lord Darnley.

But the execution of Lord Darnley. For?

The murder of David Rizzio,

He has murdered the Queen's adviser? He plans to.

We must prevent it.

Her husband's removed, her adviser removed, the Queen would be weakened ...

before she would turn to me.

You must do everything you can, to prevent this murder.

His plans are well advanced.... I will do my best.

Where is my husband?

Taylor, where is my husband?

He's hunting, Your Majesty.

Again.

Sign them for him.

From where will we take these cannons? From Sterling.

I tell a lie.

Your husband is not hunting,

It's drunk,

Again.

Forgive me.

Mary. Mary.

Open the door.

Open the door.

Mary.

Open, I can not, My Lord.

I'm not "My Lord", I am your Majesty.

I can not, Your Majesty,

You have usurped my role in affairs of state.

In your absence only.

What other rolls have you usurped?

What else do you do in my absence?

My Lord. Your Majesty!

Your Majesty, will I tell the groom to put away your horse,

or will you be going back to the tavern?

I am one of the finest swordsmen in England, Bothwell.

You're in Scotland now, Your Majesty.

Then sleep with one eye open.

I am your husband, woman. I expect you to attend to my needs.

Open the gates. I'm going tavern ...

to find myself a whore, as my wife will not attend to my needs.

You were right about my husband Bothwell.

Does that gives you pleasure? No pleasure.

That's good ...

for I hate you for it, Bothwell.

That is good.

Love and hate both come from here.

I have found some place in your heart.

Leave us.

Where is the Italian now, in bed with our queen?

Turn.

Such an arse.

Sit.

We wish to get rid of the Italian.

Why tell me of this? We need your help,

and in return, we will make you King of Scotland,

equal, no longer subservient to the Queen.

No longer merely a Consul.

Only my wife can make me King of Scotland.

Every Scotland Lord support your claim.

The queen could not refuse.

What would you have me do?

Sign your name to this document,

And open the castle gate for us.

What is the meaning of this?

We've came for Wee David. You may not have Wee David.

But we must.

You stay. Away from the Queen. Get out!

Do not hide behind the skirt of a woman. This is an insult, stop that.

You must kill me in front of the Queen, which I served so well.

Do not dare, David is playing.

Your not man enough to carry the affairs of Scotland ...

You must... Can you not see your only use....

Get your hands off me. This is treason.

Get out of here. This man is under my protection.

Why do you need all these men to kill a little Italian?

Do not ignore your loyal queen.

I not wish to deal with you in the presence of a woman.

They were defeated by the British, because they are cowards.

Come here, do you here?.

I warned you, we will deal with you here.

You force us to deal with you here.

Murderers.

Murderers.

Murderers.

Murderers.

Lord James, Your Majesty,

I gave wee David this gown;

it's now soaked in his blood.

It'll wash.

These are the names and signatures of all those involved in the murder of wee David.

Is your name on it, James? Of course not, Your Majesty.

" Of course not. "

Look at the names, Your Majesty. I will not.

The first name, Your Majesty, is that of your husband.

They must be executed.

No, my lord. How dare you.

I must My Lord, I wish to leave the castle.

You cannot, My Lord.

I am Lord Darnley, man; husband to the Queen

of Scotland, the grandson of Henry the VII...

I have orders to stop you...... you dare to obstruct me, you sniveling shi.....

Do not struggle, My Lord, I cannot let you leave.

I shall have you hanged; I shall have you all hanged!

Is this you treat a man who is soon to be king of Scotland?

My Lord, you helped murder a man loved by your Queen.

You will not leave this castle alive.

I pray you to understand the position that I was in.

I am your husband, but you talked in secret with that Italian.

Because you drink wine all day. I am your husband ...

and you got into his bed.

How dare you!

Ready.

Take me with you. I loved David

only as a brother. Take me with you or else I die.

You're a fool, Henry,

Mary, I beg you.

I'll take you with me, Henry; spare your wretched life,

You've ..... yourself on purpose... and one purpose only.

God bless you, Bothwell. Bravo.

We've only three horses,

there are only three!

Bothwell.

He will raise an Army and they will return.

That's my wife.

You warned wee David? Yes.

You killed him...

when first you took advice from an Italian Catholic.

An Italian Catholic in a Protestant Scotland,

that is when his fate was sealed.

Now... now you must abandon your self-pity.

You must raise an army and slaughter them all.

It is time to act like your mothers daughter, no longer the French Madame.

You wish me think honest, Bothwell

Away from the court, let's speak plain ...

... looking in a man.

But there is, for you want me.

Surely you are not worthy...

nor never have been, and that is why you insult so.

Since first you set foot in my country, you hated it.

My country! No...no, your country is still France.

Your heart is still in French.

Your soul is still French.

I have become Scotland, My heart, my soul ...

every fiber of my being is Scotland.

Go.

go to somewhere dark and lonely ...

and toss your Caber... Scottish man.

How many men can we raise by morning? Enough.

I am your anointed queen, and all must answer to me.

From humblest peasant to the grandest Lord, all must answer to me and to God.

Your queen has been abused by Scottish Lords ...

Scottish Lords led by my own brother-in-law, James.

Now is the time to chase these traitors out of Scotland forever.

Follow me now, to fight against them all...

...for God, for Queen and for Scotland.

Come on, Bothwell.

Halt, we are in England.

Bothwell.

In the name of God, follow.

You're in England, Bothwell, you will return immediately.

Come on, Bothwell. You have raised an army, and an army must fight.

I will not fight on English soil.

Did they not fight on ours? You will return.

Go shag your Queen. Escape, Bothwell.

Your Majesty, we should hunt them down like the dogs they are.

I care not for borders.

To enter England is to give Elizabeth an excuse for war....

...and we are not strong enough for war.

You've done me great service and you shall be rewarded.

What ever you wish for, is yours.

Whatever I wish for? Aye. Huhh.

Do not toy with me!

I do not play with you. You toy with me.....

you delight in toying with me....

My thoughts have filled my head for you...believe me.

I want to believe you .

I am the Queen of Scotland. You are a woman.

I am the mother of the future king ... ...and you've never had a man.

How dare you presume to be worthy of me.... you've only had an English idiot ...

... you've never made love to him Get down on your knees and beg my pardon. Get down on your knees.

I want you...naked,

in my bed.

I can not tolerate this,

you will leave we in the morning.

Henceforth your duty is to guard our border,

you will not return to Edinburgh.

Would you forgive me, before I leave?

I've lost wee David ...

and now I lose to you?

You'll be the stronger for it.

You are your mother's daughter.

Per inch, a Queen.

Bothwell.

I'm with child.

I fulfilled my promise to my dead mother and to Scotland if I am with child.

What this to do with me?

Stand.

Your Majesty.

You have taken the place of traitors, their undoing has been your good fortune ...

but remember this: I demand your undivided loyalty,

I do not ask it, beseech it, I demand it....Aye?

Aye.

I am my mother's daughter,

every inch a Queen.

Spare him.

Now you can take a message for your English Queen.

Who has killed my soldiers? A Scot named Bothwell.

Forgive me, Your Majesty, but, he sent this message.

Out.

Read it.

You, Elizabeth, you are the fading moon.

Mary's child, the rising sun.

Mary's child?

She is with child.

Let it not be a boy.

Let it be a girl, a thin, sickly, waifish girl.

Do not a strong healthy boy, a prince, spring from her womb.

Scotland will have a king.

This child is yours. I wish you'd acknowledge that this child is yours.

Yes. This child descended from Henry VII of England and James V of Scotland.

This child is the rightful heir the throne of Scotland and England.

Yes? Yes.

What if at this moment I spared life?

See my child, see my child, see him.

See my child, see him, and listen.

Can you not hear the weeping and the wailing of the English queen

for this child will have his throne,

so she will seek to kill my child.

That wicked barren wicked English Queen wont's my child dead.

You will protect him. You will protect with your very lives.

Aye? Aye..

James VI of Scotland, and I of England.

Majesty, I have news from the border.

Bothwell?

I fear he's dying.

Come, child.

I feared you dead, and I thought to myself,

you've never taken into my arms...

to my bed ...

... because Bothwell is gone, "

you're weak. I have strength enough for this.

You are well?

Aye.

Say: "And your child?"

And your child?

He's well,

we're both well, Bothwell.

Return to Edinburgh,

we'd be together there. Openly?

No.

It must be so, I'm your queen,

I'm married.

I wish that the Queen to the whole world that you mine.

I wist to be with you every minute of every day.

I'm with you now.

She is in total control of Scotland,

there is no challenge to her rule. She will make mistakes.

What mistakes?' She is under Bothwell's.

She is rash, lacks cunning.

They will make mistakes, and when they do I will pounce.

She will not make mistakes, for she need to do nothing.

She's with Bothwell now, that be her undoing.

And I will rule Scotland once more.

Time for bed, my darling wife.

I will have no arguments....for I am your husband.

Take your hand away from me. She cannot be with you

at the moment. Can you leave right now, I'm sorry Your Majesty.

Do not touch me. Wait outside.

Wait outside, whilst the Queen does her duties by her husband.

If you rape me, you will pay for it with your life. I have no life,

I could have chosen any woman in the land, but I chose you.

I chose you! And now I'm held to ridicule throughout the country.

Don't you pull my panties off, I'll do it myself . You said you loved me.

I did not declare to love you, I'm being difficult, but there you are...

But this is impossible, I beg you to stop.

You whispered in my ear and you lied. I lied for my country, not for myself.

I married you for your royal blood, but this

is not noble blood, for this is not noble.

You think this is manly, you admire manly.

I have seen how much you admire manly... This is not manly.

Whilst you ridicule me, you say I am half a man.

My dear wife, I will show you how much of a man who can get....

Divorce him. I am Catholic.

Then have the marriage annulled.

And declare my child declared a bastard who will not inherit my throne,

Mary, this can not go on.

It must.

It must go on until the day he dies.

Do you wish him to die?

Aye.

God forgive me, but I...., Let me kill him.

You do not love me. I love you.

Prove your love, let me kill him. Kill the drunken, fornicating wretch.

He bore you each night, he murdered

wee David and now you not want a shot at killing him That's not love,

That's not love. That's not what I call love,

I would kill every man to Scotland for you, that is love.

That's the measure of my love, and if you will

not do do it for me, then do it for your country.

With me by your side, Scotland would be strong, let me kill him.

Henry.

Opens. Opens.

You wished for a child. Give him to me.

An heir to the thrones of England and Scotland.

Give him to me!. No!.

Now that your have your child, you discard me.

But children die, Mary,

children die ...

... would that not bring you naked into my chambers once more?

Would that not make you my wife again?

My Lord. Give me him.

Kill him! I will.

He will be alone in Kirk o' Field, an accident should befall him there.

I must be above suspicion. You'll be in church.

Bless me Father, for I have sinned.

I have sinned exceedingly in thought, word ...

and deed.

"Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa."

I have given my country a King, a king who will unite England and Scotland,

A king who will end 300 years of war ...

... suppose to save thousands of lives,

Taylor

Does that not give me the right to kill this one man ...

... this man who threatens all that I have achieved

I shall prepare your bed, My Lord.

Have I not keep the Catholic faith alive ...,

... I have,

And I ask in return one dispensation...

This man must die. You will not do this.

Can I divorce him? No.

Then I must kill him.

Confess, absolved, and all is well.

In the eyes of this world only.

In the next one, you will burn forever in the fires of hell.

Murder is a mortal sin.

So be it.

I could give my life for my child and be thought a saint.

But I do more,

I give my mortal soul.

Taylor.

My Lord. My Lord Bothwell.

You killed Taylor. You said he would be alone.

So I thought

They know it was me.

You must hang me, Mary. Why?

If you do not hang me, people will say we planned this together.

-I can not. -You must.

- Mary you will hang me, you will hang me anyway.

-I can not. Then you must marry me,

for they will not hang the Queen's husband.

Marry me or hang?

I'll marry you, I'll marry you.

No one planned Taylor's death. But you planned your husband's.

You and Bothwell murdered your husband... and my Taylor.

I would give all that for him to be living still.

All that you have? Your crown, your child, Bothwell?

I loved him. No more can I love Taylor.

Your queen is not a whore. She is worse than a whore.

A whore gives her body for money,

your Queen gave her body to Bothwell to coax him into the murder of her husband.

Her body, her womanly body,

which should be life and love and sustenance, for her it is hatred and death.

Stand for your Queen.

The country is against me.

You are going to Lanark. Thousands of men will join us there.

Tens of thousands.

Mary, we must prepare for battle.

What have we done?

More men to fight for you.

My son would be have given you ten thousand armed Catholic soldiers,

but you had them slain.

May you die in the same manner as my son.

My curse is still upon you.

What is all this?

Has she been anointed Queen Scotland?

Is she the anointed Queen Scotland?

Aye.

Then that is the reason enough for all of us die?

For thee, but we, My Lord.

We do not have the Queen in our bed.

Bothwell.

Bothwell.

Has it come to this?

When I was in France, the news from Scotland news always ...

war ...

and bloodshed.

I came to endure that.

And what should we do?

I fear this is the last time we will ever make love....

so I beg you ...

... make me remember it until the day I die.

My dearest Bothwell,

I will ask to no more man die in vain.

To save my child, I place myself in the hands of my enemies

and pray they will be merciful.

In return, they grant you freedom for one day.

Take it , my darling,

flee.

With all my love, Mary.

Your Majesty. Let me help you,

Give me my child! This way, Your Majesty.

Make way! Make way!

Give me my child. For You, Your Majesty.

You'll have your child.

You promised me my child.

My child!

I'll raise an Army, France, Spain, The Netherlands.

I will come with an army and slaughter them all.

Aye.