All language subtitles for Gunpowder Treason And Plot - Part 1 (2004)

Thank you.

I will

return

home.

For I am now Mary, Queen of Scots.

When I 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

My cousin returns to Scotland.

Aye, Your Majesty.

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

a friend of France. France, my sworn
enemy.

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

Aye, Your Majesty.

How much have we given this man?

8 ,442 gold sovereigns, Your Majesty.

8 ,442 gold sovereigns, please, Lord
James.

Your Majesty.

I gave you that money believing that you
would govern Scotland.

I shall.

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

She'll be no threat, I'll say 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.

Your Majesty.

My brother.

Aye.

David Richhill.

My lord.

Italian.

Si. He is my advisor.

Do not lack for advice here, my dear
sister.

All right, please, Your Majesty.

Il me croit incapable.

J 'ai l 'impression, oui.

Your name, monsieur?

Portwell.

My mother always spoke highly of you.

That pleases me.

But I cannot without your help.

Can I have the white horse?

The Huntley

Scottish

tittle for your mother's grave Thank you

Lord James did not inform us of your
arrival.

Could that be because we are Catholic
Lord James?

Our queen is Catholic?

Aye. A Catholic queen rules a band of
Protestant heathens. I fear you speak

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 his thighs, Your Majesty. Have
you ever seen such powerful thighs?

I can tell you I have not.

He could fire your children, Your
Majesty.

Scores and scores of Catholic children.

Shall we proceed?

Why is the advisor?

Hey, my lord.

Go home, we David.

For a brief time, you govern Scotland,
huh? But no more. For the queen, she has

returned.

Go home.

I'll soon be to hope for you here.

Your mother died here?

Aye.

She had been here.

You are not to blame for that.

The English are.

Your Majesty,

you're attending a Catholic Mass.

A Catholic Mass in Protestant Scotland.

Bring me two dozen men, armed to the
teeth.

There's nothing that can deliver us from
this monstrous regiment of women.

Mr. Knox.

Sit.

Why do you force your way into a house
of God? Because this is not a house of

God.

This is a Catholic chapel. I am a
Catholic.

And this is a Protestant country.

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!

Lest it spread and strangle our country.

Do you accept me as your queen?

Aye.

And my conscience tells me to practice
my Catholic faith.

Would you wish a queen who may so accept
to go 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, you went
home to your 17 -year -old wife.

A wee girl.

With little knowledge, Mr Knox.

I need great 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

13 years in France.

God has heard greatly, has he not, Mr
Knox?

In making a Uyghur such as I, your
sovereign... God has not heard.

You must learn.

We must teach.

And thus we build upon God's knowledge.

It is a sad day when the Queen of
Scotland takes advice from an Italian.

You must obey your Queen.

Aye.

Then go. I cannot.

But you've just said you must obey your
Queen. I must obey Almighty God.

But only then.

Only then, my Queen.

The Roman Catholic devil.

Disperse! Disperse!

I am almost barbarian.

Thank you.

They hate me.

No.

They hate your religion.

You will stand for your queen.

Mary, these men are Protestants.

They cannot stand 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 when I was a
child.

I've come to bring peace with Cortland.

I am sorry I've caused you such great
offense.

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

I have much to learn.

Scotland is indeed a Protestant country.

I am, however, a Catholic queen.

My conscience, ill -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 upon your guidance, Mr.
Knott.

Indeed, Your Majesty.

I humbly thank you.

In the meantime, my lords, please join
me in a toast to Scotland that is

Protestant and will always be
Protestant.

To Protestant Scotland, my lords.

To Protestant Scotland.

To Protestant Scotland.

Your Majesty.

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

Aye. She is not. She is shrewd. She
takes advice, shrewd advice, from an

named Riccio.

Destroy him.

I shall.

I am told she practices the Catholic
faith and the Protestant lords accept

Her conscience. That is not to do with
conscience.

She practices the Catholic faith so that
the Catholics of my country will want

her as their queen.

You must stop it. I cannot.

She has the support of the Huntley
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 Huntley. Lord James.

People say you are weak.

Weak? That Protestant.

Lord Gunn.

People now 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 a man.

They mock me?

Hear him now, he...

I did nothing, for the Queen forbade it.

Whatever you do, by the Queen's
blessing...

You must execute this killer. They are a
rich and powerful family. A Catholic

family. That religion matters not.

People will say their wealth and power
did not save them. Their Catholic

religion did.

The Queen will let Catholics get away
with murder for she is a Catholic

I will talk with Queen David, David.

I will not.

Very well, you may stay.

Bien sûr, c 'est ce qu 'il va dire.

Nous, nous voilà maintenant prises dans
une dilemme.

I will solve your dilemma.

You will do the flight, sir.

I will solve your dilemma.

How? I will kill Sir John Huntley in his
cell. People will assume friends or

family of the victim have done it.
Justice will have been done and you will

played no part in it. Neither the
Catholic nor Protestant lords will turn

against you.

We'll fall into it.

You think it dishonorable?

Yes. Is this reputable? Yes.

Many a man would risk his life for you,
but few would risk their honour and

their reputation.

I would.

That is the measure of the great esteem
in which I hold you. Good night,

sir!

You will turn the flag, sir!

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

He saw his queen abused by filthy
Protestants and he could not bear it.

You must witness it.

I know.

No, no.

You say 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 have a son, would you
understand the grievous harm you do me

now? And your majesty, it will break
your heart.

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

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

So please, your majesty, your majesty,
spare the life of my son.

Your final words?

Beware of the bastard.

The bastard?

Your half -brother, Lord James.

How dare you?

He told me that whatever I did to that
man with the scar, it would have your

blessing. Can you die with this life in
your lips?

Spiritus Sancti. Amen.

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

I cannot.

We must cease this moment.

This was not a Catholic who murdered a
Protestant.

This was a Scot who murdered a Scot.

Move. Make way.

Move. Make way for your queen.

Dance more.

You must learn to enjoy executions.

You must rule by fear.

For fear is all they understand.

I take my advice from we David.

Did he deserve to die?

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

See her tears.

Fear not, Pothwell.

You will never see them again.

I curse you.

May you die in the same manner.

as my son.

My Christ is upon you.

Where are the Catholic Lords?

At prayers, I think.

I will take her husband.

For I need a strong ally.

In whom I can trust.

Lord, there he comes.

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

Your Majesty, this one is normal.

Lord Darnley!

Grandson of Henry VII, fourth in line to
being dethroned.

God willing, I may have met my match.

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

Do I dance?

Your Majesty.

I choose. I invite us.

Beautiful, is she not?

You would marry her. May consider it,
eh? But you are not the daughter of

France.

The heir apparent of Spain.

No.

And you are not rich.

What would you bring to such a marriage?

You have not met Queen Elizabeth?

No.

Is she beautiful?

Yes.

More beautiful than I?

She is my queen.

She is a woman.

She is the most beautiful woman in
England, Your Majesty.

I knew the most beautiful in Scotland.

Stand for your queen!

You miss France?

Oui.

I miss the warmth.

Our music.

Our food.

Our wine.

Our people.

You are in the French mountains.

Rain has ceased.

The sun appears.

It bathes your face.

And now the smell of French lavender.

Wild rosemary.

Let me keep it.

Under your pillow.

It is your great beauty that makes me so
bold.

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

Sir?

Wooed by Austria, Spain, and now
England.

What is wrong with my country, madam?

You're drunk, sir.

And you are French, madam. And 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

madam? You do not know what England has
done to my country, madam.

He has raped our women, murdered our
children.

Hands off me!

And now he dines with our queen.

The dead of Scotland turn in their
graves for an Englishman dines with our

queen. And why are you here, madam?

Our people offend your eye, our food,
your nose. So why, tell me, madam, are

you here? Was your life so boring in
France?

Take your hand off me! Is that why you
are here?

Not for Scotland, but for yourself!

You will die for this!

A while away the house, ruling a country
you hate, a people you despise!

There goes a Scotsman in need of his
oats.

Maybe what I said.

The Queen wishes to do this personally.

Forgive me.

Where's your head?

It's war.

He'd remove it for you.

Well, that would do the trick, aye.

You cause Lord Darnay great offence.

You call Lord Darnay a long streak of
English pith.

Then I must apologise.

I thank you. To English pish.

Banishment, I think.

Anywhere but France.

He is a queen.

You are to her with this wretched to
you.

I have here a dagger, your majesty.

I have here a dagger, your majesty.

A queen may have her fill of handsome
men.

But to marry them is not necessary.

Is he not my perfect match?

Yes. Should we have a child? Would that
child inherit the English throne? Yes.

Then why Cavill with 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 be no sacrifice.

For what good is life to me, knowing I
have offended your majesty?

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

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

Who's to marry Darnley? You'll have to
ask her, Madeline. I am asking you, you

slimy, greasy streak of Italian shite. I
am asking you. I am to marry him, yes.

Go.

How dare you question my command, you
twisted, obsequious dwarf!

Will you consummate this marriage?

That is not your business.

Not my business?

You both acclaim to the English throne.

Your child will inherit the English
throne.

Do you think Elizabeth will find that
palatable?

I hope she finds it most unpalatable.

I hope she chokes upon the news.

You will rule Scotland together.

I will not be king.

I 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 you take an Englishman.

An Englishman, an Italian, and only then
I.

I, you have given years of service to my
country.

You will be informed of all the
decisions I make.

That is your right, for you're my
brother. Half -brother. If I were your

brother, I would be your king.

Forgive me.

Forgive me not!

Our father loved my mother.

He married your mother, but he loved
mine.

You are born of politics and intrigue.

I am born of passion and love.

I am born of all things noble in this
world, and for that I am declared a

bastard. For that I am denied all that
is rightfully mine.

For that you may treat me as a serf.

Elizabeth is a bastard.

She sits upon the English throne.

Why?

Because her half -sitter is dead.

We're in peril.

Si.

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.

I am soon to marry Lord Darnley.

And for

you,

you will never be cold again, David.

You intrude, sir.

I have something I must say to you, Your
Majesty.

Will you leave us?

I will stay.

If ever you are in danger...

would lead you to the south gate.

Thank you.

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

why I must now humble myself before you
and others.

I have come to ask for your hand in
marriage.

I am not the Dauphin of France.

The heir apparent of Spain.

I am 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 drunk, bother?

Will that be all, your majesty?

Thank you.

He has big feet.

They say it's a sign.

Of what?

The

queen

is ready, my lord.

Have you ordered Lord Darnley to return
to England?

He has ignored me.

Do they share a bed?

And he's 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,

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 Tudor.

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 would never countenance the murder of
Lord Darnley. But the execution of Lord

Darnley. For?

The murder of David Ritchie.

He has murdered the Queen's advisor.

He plans to.

You must prevent it. Her husband
removed, her advisor removed, the Queen

be weakened.

Before she would turn to me.

You must do everything you can to
prevent this murder.

His plans are well advanced.

I'll do my best.

Where's 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 Stalin.

Taylor lied.

Your husband's not hunting.

He's drunk

Forgive

me

I cannot, my lord. I am not my lord.

I am your majesty.

I cannot, your majesty.

You have usurped my roles in affairs of
state.

In your absence only.

What other roles 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.

Well, you are in Scotland now, Your
Majesty.

Then sleep with one eye open.

You were right to bring my husband,
Bothwell.

Does that give you pleasure?

I hate you for what's possible.

Leave us.

Where is the Italian now?

In bed with our queen.

Tom.

Such an arse.

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 consort.

Only my wife can make me King of
Scotland.

Every Scottish lord will support your
claim.

The Queen could not refuse.

What would you have me do?

Sign your name to this document.

And open the castle gates for us.

And though means might her favour move,
He

craved the cock, the cock of the sheep,
As I

have vowed the deed.

What is the meaning of this?

We have come for we, David. You may not
have we, David. But we must.

Away from the queen. Get out!

You must keep me in front of the queen.
Do not defy my

queen. You cannot

see that you are all being used.

I warned you.

We will deal with you here.

You force us to deal with you here.

Lord James, Your Majesty.

I gave we David this gown.

Now it's soaked in his blood.

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.

No, I'm not.

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

He 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 Dartleyman, husband to the
Queen of Scotland. My lord, I am ordered

Henry VII. You dare to obstruct me.

Do not struggle, my lord.

I cannot let you leave.

I shall have you hanged.

I shall have you all hanged.

Is this how 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 understand the position 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.

Take me

with you. I love Twitty, but as a
brother, only as a

brother. Take me with you or else I die.

You're a fool, Henry.

I beg you.

Take you with me, Henry.

Spare your wretched life.

Your lifters have one purpose.

And one purpose only.

God bless you, Buster.

Bravo.

We have only three hours.

They will raise an army and they will
return.

That's my wife.

And first you took advice from an
Italian Catholic. An Italian Catholic in

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 mother's
daughter. No longer the French, madame.

You wished me to think honest both well.

I learned of all my courtesies to
explain.

There is no cunning in the man.

But there is.

For you want me.

Do you know you're not worthy?

You never have me, and that is why you
insult me so.

Since first you set foot in my country,
you have hated it. My country? No.

The country's still France.

How many men can be raised by morning?

Enough.

All must answer to me.

From the humblest peasant to the
grandest lord, all must answer to me and

God.

The Queen has been abused by Scottish
lords.

Scottish lords led by my own brother,
Lord 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.

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.

We're not strong enough for war.

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

Whatever you wish for, it is yours.

Whatever I wish for.

I am.

Do not toy with me.

I do not toy with you. You toy with me.
You can create the light. You are

beneath me. I want you beneath me.

I'm the Queen of Scotland. You're a
woman.

You're a woman, and I'm a man. You've
never had a man.

Dare you presume to be worse than me?
You have never made love to a man. Get

down on your knees and beg my pardon.
Get down on your knees.

We cannot tolerate this.

You will leave us in the morning and
force your duty to guard our border.

You will not return to Edinburgh.

Would you forgive me before I leave?

I've lost you, David.

Now I lose you.

You'll be the stronger for it.

You are your mother's daughter.

Every inch.

I'm with child.

I fulfilled my promise to my dead mother
in Scotland before I'm with child.

Taking 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.

I've reigned your queen.

Take a message to your English queen.

Who has killed my soldiers?

A Scot named Bodwell.

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

Out.

Read it.

You, Elizabeth, 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, wavy
girl.

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

Scotland will have a king.

This child is yours.

I wish you to acknowledge that this
child is yours.

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

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

Yes? Yes.

What for this moment I spared your life?

Be my child.

Be 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 a throne.

For she will take little my child.

That wicked barren English queen wants
my child dead.

You will protect him.

You will protect him with your very
lives.

Aye. Aye.

James VI of Scotland and the First of
England.

Your Majesty, I have news from the
border.

Boswell?

I fear he's dying.

I feared you dead.

And I thought to myself, no.

I can never take him into my arms.

Into my bed.

That's why he's gone.

And your child?

He's well.

We're both well.

Both well.

Return to Edinburgh.

We'll be together there.

Openly.

It must be so.

I'm your queen.

I'm married.

I wish to be claimed to the whole world
that you are mine.

I wish 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 spell.

She is rash. He lacks cunning.

They will make mistakes, and when they
do, I will pounce. She will not make

mistakes. Will she need do nothing?

She is with Bothwell now.

That will be her undoing, and I will
rule Scotland once more.

darling wife.

I will prove no argument.

For I am your husband.

Wait outside.

Wait outside.

Whilst the queen does her duty by her
husband.

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.

And now I am held to ridicule throughout
the country.

That's just for my country, not for
myself.

You said you loved me.

I thought I could love you. I thought it
had been difficult, but then... Then

that's what would make it impossible!

I've got your soul! You spit in my ear
and lied!

I lied for my government, not for
myself!

I married you for your royal blood.

This is not noble blood, but that is not
noble. But it is manly.

You admire manly. I have seen how much
you admire manly. It is not manly!

you ridicule me, you say I am half a
man!

Oh, dear wife!

I will show you how much of a man I can
be!

The bastard, he will not inherit my
throne. Mary, this cannot go on.

It must.

It must go on till the day dies.

Are you wishing to die?

He did. He murdered David.

And now your love falls short of killing
him. That is not love. That is not what

I call love. I would kill every man in
Scotland for you. Every child. That is

love.

That is the measure of my love. And if
you will not do it for me, then do it

your country. With me by your side,
Scotland would be strong. Let me kill

You whisper a child. Give him to me.

An heir to the thrones of England and
Scotland.

Give him to me!

No!

Now that you have your child, you
discard me.

But children die, Mary.

Should he die?

Would that not bring you naked into my
chamber once more?

Would that not make you my wife again?
My lord!

Give him!

You will be alone in Cuckoofield. An
accident must befall him there.

I must be above suspicion.

You'll be in charge.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

I have sinned exceedingly in thought,
word, and deed.

I have given you a country, King.

The king will unite England and
Scotland.

The king will end 300 years of war.

Thus have I saved thousands of lives.

Taylor? Does that not give me the right
to kill this one man? This one man

threatens all I have achieved.

I shall prepare your bed, my lord.

Have I not kept the Catholic faith
alive?

I have.

And I ask in return one dispensation.

That man must die.

You will not do this.

Can I divorce him?

No.

Then I will kill him.

Confess. Be absorbed in all this 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.

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

What more?

I give my immortal form.

Ha ha ha!

You killed Taylor.

You said he would be alone.

So I thought.

You know, it was me.

You must hang me, Mary.

What? Do not hang me.

People will say we planned it together.

I cannot. You must, Mary, for they will
hang me anyway. I cannot. They will hang

me anyway. I cannot.

Then you must marry me, for they will
not hang the Queen's husband.

plan Taylor's death.

But you plan your husband's.

You and Bothwell murdered your husband.

And my Taylor.

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

All that you have.

Your crown, your child, Bothwell.

You love them no more than 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 Bodwell to coax him into the
murder of her husband.

Her body, her womanly body, which should
mean life and love and sustenance.

for harm and hatred and death!

The country's turning against me.

You were right, Alanak.

Thousands of men will join us there.

Tens of thousands.

My son would have given you 10 ,000
armed Catholic soldiers, but you had him

slain May you die in the same manner as
my son My curse

is still upon you

Is she the anointed queen of Scotland?

Is she the anointed queen of Scotland?

Aye. Then that is reason enough for all
of us to die.

For thee.

But we, my lord, we who do not have the
queen in our bed... Bumble!

In France, the news from Scotland was
always real and bloodshed.

I want to end all that.

What should we do?

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

So I beg you.

Make me remember it till the day I die.

My dearest Bothwell, I will let no more
men to die in vain.

To save my child, I place myself in the
hands of my enemy and pray they will be

merciful.

In return, they grant you freedom for
one day.

Take it, my darling.

Flee with all my love.

Your Majesty.

Let me help you.

Come here, my child.

I swear, Your Majesty.

Make way!

Make way!

For you, your majesty.

You will have your child.

Promise me my child.

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i will return with an army and

slaughter them all