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(Transcrito por TurboScribe. Atualize para Ilimitado para remover esta mensagem.) This is the diary of Lady Grace Cavendish.

Where is that ridiculous child?

That's me.

My friends and I are in the middle

of an important investigation.

It's a matter of life and death.

Sort of.

That's Ellie and Masoo.

Best friends forever.

Ride or die.

Guys.

Okay, guys.

Observe this white-powdered substance.

Hear the unmistakable sound of a rolling pin.

Finally, smell the delicious sweet scent in the

air.

It all adds up to one thing.

Chantards.

The Queen's a favourite.

Your favourite more like.

I'm going in.

Yes, yes.

Bring it round here.

Go, Grace, go.

Everyday.

Oh, that was close.

Worth it.

Where's Masoo?

You called?

There's no way you got out of that

tiny window.

No gap too small, no ledge too high.

I have earned my jam tart, milady.

I have too.

Right, what next?

Got you.

That's Mrs C.

Whatever anyone tells you, she's in charge.

Hello, Miss Champenown.

I was, um, I was just looking for

you.

Oh, a likely story.

I'd love to spend the whole day hanging

out with my best friend Ellie and Masoo.

But unfortunately, my lady and waiting duties must

come first.

Or else.

My agents have picked up some chatter from

Queen Mary's court.

Do you suspect an attack?

Well...

Sorry.

Sorry.

The edgy-looking guy is Lord Francis Walsingham,

the Queen's spymaster.

And that's Lord Cecil, the Secretary of State,

the busiest man in the land.

Hello, where have you been?

Is that...

flour?

There's Lady Sarah Bartlemy.

She's popular, and she knows it.

And Lady Jane Conningsbury, Judgey McJudgeface.

Presenting Her Majesty the Queen.

And then there's her.

Bound to the Queen.

Touchdown for the Queen.

Ride for the Queen.

Queen Elizabeth.

Defender of the Faith.

Protector of the Realm.

Total legend.

And my godmother.

Floss for the Queen.

Take a loss for the Queen.

Groove for the Queen.

Take two for the Queen.

What news, Walsingham?

Make it brief.

The Spanish Ambassador has arrived safely, Your Majesty.

No doubt laden with presents from the King

of Spain?

No doubt, Lord Cecil.

There's something else.

My men have foiled another plot.

Another plot.

Another one?

For as long as I can remember, there

have been various attempts to assassinate the Queen.

Sleep tight, Gracie.

For the Queen.

Be quick.

Stay back.

It's dark water.

Poison.

The Queen is in danger.

Sound the alarm!

We need to get the Queen away from

here.

No, I won't leave her.

Your Majesty, if you'll just listen to me.

I mean it, Walsingham.

Is my mum alright?

Grace.

Something very bad has happened.

I need you to be brave.

And you be brave, Grace.

I'm going to make you a promise.

I'll keep you safe, always.

Am I safe, Walsingham?

Am I safe?

Does anyone actually want me to be Queen?

Your Majesty is loved by all your subjects.

Except the persistent few who want you dead.

Sir, you forget yourself.

Should we cancel the ball?

It is a risk.

It is also a chance to show that

we are united and unafraid.

Which brings me to my idea.

Oh, here we go.

I think you should wear the crown of

Saint Benedict.

Crown of Saint what now?

There hasn't been warning in years.

Benedict.

Is this your big idea?

We've got enough problems already.

And that's Lord Osborne, Assistant Spymaster.

He's new at court, so he's kind of

a mystery for now.

That crown is a magnet for thieves.

It is a symbol of unity and strength.

Quiet.

Cecil is right.

The crown will send a message to my

enemies.

This Queen won't be bullied.

And she wears what she wants.

Bring it up from the tower.

I will see to it personally.

Your favourite.

Your favourite, you mean.

Do you think she's all right?

She seems a little distracted.

We don't speculate on the Queen's mood, Lady

Grace.

We stick to needlework and the weather.

And we definitely don't mention the whole choosing

a husband thing.

Although she really does mean to hurry up

with that.

Watch it!

Do keep up, ladies.

Good day, Burns.

Your technique is much changed from when we

were last here.

The nuns came up with it, Your Majesty.

Why must she always be so interested in

everything?

See, you attach a feather on the end

of the line and the fish get attracted

to it.

It's called a fly.

Because the fish think it's an actual fly.

How clever, isn't it?

Truly remarkable.

What say you, Lady Sarah?

Oh, yes.

Remarkably, uh, remarkable.

We look forward to eating the results of

your efforts at the ball.

Gently, gently.

Well done, boys.

Right, it should be safe in here.

No windows, just one door.

And I want a guard on that door

at all times.

The crown must be checked on the hour.

He can count on me, milord.

Ralphie!

May I settle?

What are you doing here?

I brought you a snack.

You're not allowed to eat on duty.

It's a rabbit.

I made it this morning.

Fine.

Give it here.

I am so proud of you, Ralphie.

That crown is in safe hands.

Thomas?

This is seat.

And all.

Grace!

What do you think?

So my starring role at the ball, I

am to play the bird king, swooping down

from the ceiling like a...

A runaway chicken.

Hey, come on.

How can you resist my feather trousers?

I'm going to swing down from the roof

beams on a rope.

It will look like I'm flying.

It does sound amazing.

I know.

I can't wait.

Oh, but, um...

Not again.

I'll work out how you do it someday.

Good luck with that, my lady.

You're lucky you got your locket back.

Everyone knows actor is just another word for

a thief.

So is my friend.

Well, you should choose your friends carefully if

you want to progress around here.

I just want to run around here.

All is well.

I'm just going to go...

Check on the crowd.

I've just been.

I know.

I...

Just thought I heard something.

Hmm.

No!

The crown has been stolen.

It's a diplomatic disaster.

We must make an arrest and soon before

the gossip crosses the channel.

Ah!

Ambassador, I trust you are enjoying your visit?

Most entertaining.

Si, si.

They will say if she can't take care

of a crown, she can't take care of

her kingdom.

Cecil, old fellow, breathe.

I must brief the queen.

This is a diplomatic disaster.

Find that crown and quickly.

The queen is totally livid.

This is all Lord Cecil's fault.

We should make a list of suspects.

Suspects?

That's Walsingham's job, Grace.

We could help.

If they can't find the crown, they might

cancel the ball.

What?

But I've had my dress sent over from

France and Jack says I'm going to be

the belle of the ball.

Jack.

Jack is Lady Sarah's not-so-secret admirer.

Yes?

What?

Ellie, what's wrong?

Walsingham's men are searching Missy's room.

What?

They think you stole the crown.

What a surprise.

Lady Grace really does have the worst taste

in friends.

What are you all looking for?

Search everywhere.

If you want to borrow my sequined jacket,

you need only ask.

Careful!

Lord Osborne!

What are you doing?

We are looking for the crown of St.

Benedict.

Do you think Masoud took it?

He wouldn't do that.

Just wait until your mother hears about this

Ralph Champa now.

I'm just following orders.

Masoud is my friend.

He's a good and honest man.

He's an honest person.

There's no way on earth he would ever

steal a crown.

Um...

I found this under Masoud's bed.

I didn't put it there.

It wasn't there last night.

I swear.

Take him away.

Grace, do something.

Please just listen.

I'll fix this.

I promise.

And let Her Majesty know we got the

thief.

Look, I don't care what the gossips at

court say about actors.

Masoud is no thief.

He didn't do this.

I...

I feel it.

You can't defend your friends with a feeling.

You need evidence.

I hope you find it.

I will.

What are we going to do?

We need to visit the scene of the

crime.

What are we looking for?

A way out of a windowless, locked and

guarded room.

There must be some sort of clue in

here.

People say the palace is full of secret

tunnels.

I wonder.

Come on, come on.

How else could someone get in here?

Wait, is that...

A feather.

Masoud's costume is made of feathers.

Maybe a bird got in.

There's a loose panel up there.

No one could fit through there.

Except...

What?

Masoud could.

We've both seen him do stuff like that

loads of times.

So, quick recap.

We found some clues, but they all point

to Masoud.

Who definitely didn't do this.

Exactly.

Wait a minute.

Grace?

Excuse me.

Burns, sir.

I found this.

Is it a fishing fly?

It could be.

It looks like one of mine.

Some brigand broke into my shed last night.

Really?

I pushed the lock, stole one of my

best rods.

This wouldn't have happened back in King Henry's

day.

That's it.

That's how they got the crown out of

that room.

They climbed the roof, moved the panel, and

hooked it out on a fishing rod.

Ellie!

This feather isn't from Masoud's trousers.

It's a fishing fly.

Let's go to the ground.

Gotcha.

Grace Cavendish, I have got less than an

hour to turn you into some kind of

lady, and it isn't nearly enough.

Come on.

Shocking.

I heard they're taking your friend to the

tower tomorrow.

I mean, stealing a crown is basically treason,

isn't it?

Treason?

But they execute people for treason.

I need to talk to the Queen.

You can't.

She's with the Spanish ambassador.

You done?

Not bad.

If I do say so myself.

Almost ladylike.

If only your mother could see you.

Girls.

Masoud's life's in danger.

I need to check out Burns' hut.

Mr Burns?

Hello?

Do you mind if I have a look

around?

He said the lock was broken.

But it's not.

An emerald?

I've seen this before.

I need to talk to Osborne.

One whose

everyone is in it.

Except my goddaughter, it would seem.

Where is Lady Grace?

Is the Spanish ambassador having a good time?

I can't understand a word.

But he's laughing, so that's good, right?

Lady Sarah, will you dance with me next?

No way.

I'm next.

How's your dance card looking?

A little thin.

A sad face.

It's going to be a busy night.

Can you at least pretend to have a

good time?

Something doesn't sit right with that Masoud boy

being a thief.

I vetted his family myself.

I think it's crown time, don't you?

This is going to be quite a moment.

What does she look like?

Lord Osborne, I must have this dance.

Lady Grace, this is not how things are

done.

Oh, this is...

Why did you search the players' quarters?

What?

The guards went straight there.

Was it prejudice?

Do you think it would act as a

thief just like Lady Jane?

No.

A witness saw your friend near the safe

room.

What witness?

I'm sworn to secrecy.

Was it Burns, the gamekeeper?

How did you know that?

I think he stole the crown.

I think he used a fishing rod to

get the crown out of that room.

He said someone broke in and stole one,

but the lock on his hut was fine,

I checked.

I found a fishing fly in the jewellery

house.

A what?

It's this little feather thing they attach to

the line to attract fish.

But that's not the important thing.

This is.

I found it in Burns' bag.

It must be from the crown.

Impressive.

Needless to say, to find some evidence.

But why would Burns try to frame Masoud?

And why steal a valuable crown, take one

jewel and then return it?

Your Majesty, I present to you the crown

of Saint Benedict.

What's that weird smell?

That crown still has its emerald, so the

jewel must be from somewhere else.

Your Majesty, it is my honour to bear

the crown of Saint Benedict.

I remember it.

It's the same as...

Dark Lord, poison.

The Queen is in danger.

There's something wrong with that crown.

And of our monarch...

Stop!

What on earth is she doing?

Guards, arrest that lady.

Wait, wait, look.

The crown was poisoned.

Stay back!

The slightest touch of Dark Lord means death.

Guards, arrest Burns.

I think you're too late.

He's gone.

Masoud!

The Queen has formally declared I am innocent

of all charges.

I never doubted you.

I did.

Only for a second, obviously.

Oh, Lady Jane approaches.

We should go.

Don't you dare.

Good morrow, Lady Jane.

I must apologise for failing to live up

to my terrible reputation.

The Queen is asking for you.

Your Majesty?

Are you all right?

I'm not safe, Grace.

Walsingham does his best, but the plots keep

coming.

I need a secret weapon.

Something my enemies won't expect.

Something only I will know about.

What is the secret weapon?

I'm looking at it.

Me?

You have sharp eyes, keen ears and an

impressive sense of smell.

You notice everything and you know everyone.

You are always in the wrong place at

the wrong time, which can be extremely annoying.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

I'm starting to think it's a talent I

could really use.

I want you to be my eyes and

ears at court.

My personal spy.

Will you do it, Grace?

For me?

Are you serious?

Yes!

Yes!

I mean...

Of course.

You must work in secret.

Trust no one.

Queen Elizabeth.

Whatever it takes.

Whatever I have to do.

I will keep you safe.