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I am innocent of the
murder I was accused of.

Whoever killed that boy will kill again.

I wanted to give you children.

Anne and James.

Francis, don't leave me, not yet.

This is Delphine, a healer.
I've brought her for Francis.

It's too late.

There's no guarantee she can help.

And even if she can there may be

a price of someone else's life.

Francis? Oh, my God!

Madam de Guise... she's dead!

Thank you for your grace and peace,

for the mercy you grant those

you draw to your side once again,

and the extraordinary
blessings you've given me.

You've been down here for a long time.

I have much to thank God for.

Every time you walk into a room,

you fill my heart with such joy.

I feel like I owe my
life to Marie de Guise.

There is no one who can tell
if her life was the price

Delphine spoke of or just
a terrible coincidence.

But my mother was so ill

and in so much pain for so long,

I am at peace with her passing, Francis.

I will pray for her.

And we should talk about the regency

that she left behind.

You need to install someone
to rule in your name.

And you need to do so quickly.

Nothing can cripple your country faster

than the prospect of instability.

I was going to reinstate
my half brother James.

A Protestant.

James is both religiously
tolerant and loyal to me.

Oh, so much so that his
own Protestant supporters

ousted him when he refused to turn on you.

What makes you think that
they would want him back?

They know I could easily
appoint a Catholic regent.

And they'd be foolish

to defy me.

Assuming, of course,

James wants to be reinstated.

But I plan on writing him
a very convincing letter.

Are you even listening to me?

You are so beautiful.

If you could see what I see.

I'm quite happy with my view.

You don't want to stay at court?

Where I was once nearly burned alive?

- No, thank you.
- You're safe here now.

As a show of gratitude for saving his life,

Francis has pardoned you.

For a murder I never committed.

For witchcraft I do not practice.

And if you go, where will you live?

The killer you pointed me to

is still out there... stay.

Help me capture this monster.

And then?

And then people will not only accept you,

they will laud you for your gifts.

Will you?

I appreciate all you have done for me.

And I know you're trying to
find a way to make me useful,

but my abilities are beyond
anyone's comprehension.

Even yours.

I may not understand your
gift, but I have experienced it.

The night they tried to
burn you at the stake,

you came to me in what
I thought was a dream.

You told me about a ritual
you did to bind us together.

That's how I found you.

It worked?

Since then I've been
sensing things you've sensed

and feeling things that you've felt.

I wanted to bring us closer.

I'm sorry, I had no right to do it.

No, you didn't.

We were connected, Delphine,
even before you cast your spell.

I only wish you'd let things
run their natural course.

I will stay.

But first, I will undo
the wrong I have done.

I will unbind us.

- How?
- There's a ritual

that will end our shared sensations.

But it is not for the faint of heart.

Please ensure this is delivered
into the hands of my brother

James, Earl of Moray.

Wonderful news about the king's recovery.

Indeed it is.

Though you have my condolences
on the death of your mother.

Thank you.

It is likely you are the only Englishman

to express sympathy at the
death of Marie de Guise.

I may be the enemy, but
I'm not without my manners.

The same can't be said for
your queen, Sir Nicholas.

Considering the amount of pressure

my mother was under from the English...

pressure that I'm sure
contributed to her ill health...

it's not surprising Elizabeth
didn't send her condolences.

What interests you more...

words or actions?

For Elizabeth has sent
something along for you.

Something momentous

that would please even your late mother.

The queen of England has sent
you a formal offer of peace.

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Elizabeth doesn't seem to be
someone who would admit defeat.

Why is she presenting the peace accord now?

Elizabeth's Scottish cause is
not popular amongst her nobles.

My queen recognizes it is
time to end the fighting,

and I know you do, too.

And what are the official terms?

French and English troops are to withdraw

from Scotland immediately,
thus ending the war.

Is that it?

You must also sign away

your claim to the English throne.

Give up my birthright?

Those are the terms.

You knew this was a bad deal.

That's why you came to me privately.

I came to offer you a piece of advice.

Don't put too much stock

in your royal English birthright.

I am the direct descendant of Henry VII.

I have a legitimate claim to the
English throne, beyond, or even

Elizabeth's supporters
say, behind Elizabeth's.

Which matters greatly, as you are married.

You come with the promise of heirs

who would ensure a
smooth line of succession.

However, you don't have children yet.

Elizabeth is not even wed.

The fact that she's choosy
doesn't mean she won't be.

When she marries, she could
get pregnant like that.

The moment she does,

you lose your advantage.

You'll get nothing in exchange.

Despite her positive attributes,

Elizabeth can be vindictive and impulsive.

You've outwitted her twice,
and yet she is offering peace.

This accord represents
a moment of equanimity

that, no doubt, will be fleeting.

I leave for England tomorrow.

You have until sundown.

Remove all the bedding,

all traces of the odious
spirits that sickened my son.

Francis, wait till you see
the new window dressings.

I'm gonna have all of the furniture

recovered as well. Well, what do you think?

I think it's excessive,

and I want you to stop.

Well, your chamber needs to be

bright and clean, romantic.

The perfect place for
a king and queen to make

- future princes and princesses.
- Here I thought

I was the one experiencing
a new lease on life.

We thought we'd lost you forever,

but then that remarkable woman Delphine

saved you, and I'm so grateful.

They're redecorating her chambers next.

Be honest.

There was a small part of you

that coveted the regency, wasn't there?

It's a good job for someone
who's always right, to be sure.

But as it turns out, many
people quite despise me.

I would never want to ascend
to power if it meant losing you.

For what is France without my Francis?

No! St. Anthony needs

to face the bed, not the door.

The patron saint of pregnant women.

Be careful now.

How many times have I told you?

It's not moving.

Now, set your course.

Tighten the sheet until
the sail stops luffing.

There you are. Now, see, your
sails are trimmed correctly.

You did it.

No, you did it.

Well, that's not the way I'll remember it.

I'm never going to get the hang of this.

We have time for you to learn.

And I'll teach you.

Sailing merely requires focus.

And I can tell that you're distracted.

Do you want to talk about the accord?

I know you're against me giving up

my claim to the English throne.

But it's a real opportunity
for peace for Scotland.

And to bring the French troops home.

You would be turning your
back on all those who yearn

to see a Catholic on the English throne.

Your birthright is your
most precious possession.

Think twice before trading it.

You are my most precious possession.

Our marriage,

our life together.

Not some hope that if a
hundred calamities align,

I might sit on the English throne.

You should not do this for me.

I'm giving up my claim for me.

And for Scotland.

To give James a fighting
chance to rule as regent.

In a time of peace, not war.

Francis?

I never want to leave you.

If James rules well...

You would never go home?

You are my home.

France is my home.

I've lived here since I was a child.

And we... we've been given
a miraculous second chance.

I won't waste it.

Not a minute of it.

My God.

Nostradamus.

I heard you were back.

Decorum would dictate

that my guests be announced.

Even an old friend such as yourself.

But I suppose, as you
never said good-bye...

I departed quietly after
you left me in the courtyard,

about to be drawn and quartered.

I'm grateful to you for
treating my son's illness.

Let's not hold grudges.

But many do resent you.

I hear your battle to become
regent has not been easy.

Well, thankfully, that
is a thing of the past.

As my son's health has
improved considerably.

I say this because I
care about your children,

not your aspirations.

Your fight may not be over.

Why would I fight to be regent

when the king, my son, is alive?

I spoke with Francis,

who shared with me the
moments before he died.

They perfectly matched the vision

I've always had about his death.

Well, then your vision
is true but incomplete.

You didn't know the healer
Delphine would revive him.

Perhaps.

But there were other images I saw

concerning Francis' fate.

These were more strange

and dreamlike.

Tell me.

There is a glade,

a spring day and yet

snow at the base of a tree.

On closer reflection,

the white is from fallen petals.

And then there is blood

spattered across some of the petals.

Blood coming from above.

A sky raining blood?

I'm not sure.

I always awaken at this moment.

And this vision, this
dream, it returns to you?

It has, yes.

Since the other prophecy was fulfilled,

how many days since you've had this?

I awoke from this dream just this morning.

The threat has not passed, Catherine.

You're sure this is about Francis?

- Yes.
- Well, what danger does he face?

- What can he avoid?
- I'm sorry,

but I cannot tell you
what there is to fear.

But he trusts you. You must warn him.

Of what, exactly?

The king basks in his resurrection.

You are his mother.

Perhaps he'll listen to you.

I'm not sure that he will.

Well, he must, for if he does not,

I believe King Francis will die.

On behalf of Queen Elizabeth,
I am pleased to announce

that the conflict between our two countries

can finally come to an end.

You have Queen Mary to thank for that.

She's made a great sacrifice
in the name of peace,

giving up her claim to the English throne.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Once Queen Elizabeth
has signed this accord,

we will make a public
announcement at court,

festivities included.

Well, I suppose you're
going to have to settle

for being the queen of
two nations, not three.

Your Majesty, the queen mother

is insistent that she speak to you at once.

Shall we begin?

Yes.

You will survive this, I promise you.

I'm trying to forget the
alternative is an option.

Ur gochten nar fiel.

Ur gochten lo seag.

En trackay clahn.

Agus moor.

Atis nur.

Ur gochten nar fiel.

Ur gochten lo seag.

En trackay clahn.

Agus moor.

Atis nur.

Now.

For God's sake, you nearly drowned me.

The symbols I painted on your body,

they represented our shared connection.

I had to wait for them

to leave your body and reenter mine.

Did it work?

Can you feel what I feel?

I feel nothing.

Then it worked.

'Cause if you could feel what I feel,

you would have a much different reaction.

A glowing tree?

Droplets of blood on flowers?

What does any of this mean?

I'm not sure, but I thought
you should know at once.

Know what, exactly?

The specifics don't
matter. You're in danger.

How does this foretell my death?

Does he see me in this vision?

It's not always black and white.

Some prophecies he sees clearly.

Others are more symbolic.

There's something ominous in your future.

Your fever of the brain,

it's only recently subsided.

Your health is not yet fully restored.

I'm your mother... you think I can't tell?

Francis, please, I urge you to be safe.

How?

Surround yourself with
guards. Don't leave the castle.

- I will not be confined.
- Only until he learns more.

Mother, I will not hide here

waiting for a dream of my death.

I'm not being reckless,

I'm living my life.

And if you could see what I see...

The colors, they're so
much brighter than before,

and every moment, every emotion.

Your illness, all you've been through,

it's changed you.

Well, I don't know, perhaps, but I do know

that I want to spend
every day sailing with Mary

until the snows come, and I
want to visit the Matterhorn

and the Verdon Gorge, and yes, I will take

every precaution along the way...

if only for the sake of the people I love,

including you.

I know that you mean well.

Your actions have always been motivated

by your devotion towards me.

To all your children.

To you most of all.

I shouldn't have favorites.

But you, my golden child, I can't lose you.

I won't lose you.

But you cannot keep me in a cage,

even one built with love.

Did you really sign away your claim?

It was the only way to end the war.

Well, I quite like the new banners.

Who needs the English lion anyway?

Our bags are packed
and our carriage awaits.

We're going to Paris.

I didn't know we had plans for Paris.

We didn't.

But then I decided we should go.

We have some dancing to
do at the Louvre Palace.

It appears I must be going.

Excuse me, Your Majesty.

I picked these flowers for you
when I heard your mother passed.

I hope they make you feel better.

Thank you so much. They do.

Fallen petals.

A trip to Paris.

What a wonderful secret
you've kept from me.

Well, I have a secret for you, too.

- Do you want to hear it?
- Mm-hmm.

I always knew we would be wed,

even when I first returned
and you were nothing but worry

and reservations. I knew.

Did you, now?

Ever since I caught your eye,

watching me dance with my
ladies at your sister's wedding.

Feathers falling from nowhere.

Well, I'm sure my mother ordered them.

My sister was also quite specific.

Don't you remember when we were children?

I did.

I remembered.

I'm sure I knew in that moment, too.

That we were fated?

I don't care for that word.

What is it?

It's nothing.

Never mind.

Francis, wait.

Driver, stop here.

Whoa!

What are you doing?

I want to show you something.

There's a beautiful
lake down in the forest.

What do you say we go for a swim?

We could leave our
clothes on the shore and...

Wait for us here.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I'm taking you to the place
the last attack happened.

I'm not sure how helpful I will be.

Maybe something will spark a memory

or define a feeling you had.

Delphine, do you feel something?

Yes. Such a chill.

Anger.

Fear.

Over there.

Let's go.

Someone is likely in there.

Be careful.

It's empty. It's all right.

That's odd.

You sure we're in the right place?

I'm certain.

There is evil here, murderous desire.

These marks.

It looks like someone tried to open a door.

And where is the door?

- What is it?
- I'm not sure.

Vinegar.

It's a heart.

A human heart.

Three hearts, three murders.

That must have been what I was feeling.

The rest of the jars are empty.

I'd say he's far from done.

What is it?

It's going to happen again.

Someone will die.

Stop in the name of the king!

- What happened?
- The horse is gone.

He got away.

It was the killer I was feeling.

Was he tracking us?

- Were we seen?
- I don't think so.

This is fresh blood.

Another kill.

Is he bringing another heart
back to add to his collection?

A farm boy was killed not far from the barn

shortly before we arrived.

His heart was ripped out.

We were right.

The murderer was returning
with a new trophy.

Was it the boy's pain you felt?

No, I-I think I sensed
the murderer's emotions.

They are powerful urges,
impossible to ignore.

And far more intense than
anything I have felt before.

Thank you for helping me.

Of course.

Delphine?

I'm going to go back to the
carriage to get our lunch.

No, I'll go.

Ah, not like that you won't.

You're still recovering.

You said yourself your head hurts.

You need to rest.

I'll be right back.

He took another life.

So soon after the last.

Are you sure?

We angered him.

I felt his rage as he ripped

the heart from his victim's chest.

Are you sure you're all right?

I've seen you absorb others' pain before.

It never made you unconscious.

Has something changed?

It doesn't matter. I want to help.

The unbinding ritual.

Has it affected you in some way?

Are the feelings you
experience stronger as a result?

Isn't that what we want?

Clearer signals that the killer is close?

That he's about to strike?

I don't want you to suffer.

It was wrong of me to ask you to stay.

I want to help you.

I want to be around you.

And I want to be with you.

You are the kindest,

most selfless person I've ever known.

Kill her in the cover of the woods,

in case the guards come running.

Mary?

Mary.

Guards!

Guards!

Guards!

No!

Francis!

Stop it! No!

No! Francis!

Francis!

Let him go.

The other guards will find him.

Francis?

Francis?

Your head. Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

The king has been injured. Get help! Now!

They're going to get the carriage, and
we're going to go back to the castle.

You're going to be all right.

No, I won't.

Francis.

No, we were meant to be happy,

and we were, but

I have another fate,

predicted long ago.

No, no, no, no, no! We
were given a second chance.

Well, maybe there is no magic

but what we make for ourselves.

No, but Delphine...

No.

No more.

No more.

Please make sure that my son is cared for.

That he knows that I loved him.

And promise me that you'll stay in France

until the future king...

until he is safe

and my mother is secured as regent.

Please.

Francis, don't leave me.

Mary.

No, don't...

Promise me.

Promise me you'll stay.

I will, I will. I promise, I promise.

I see...

such beauty.

Such beauty you have brought me.

You must...

You must wed again.

You must love again.

I can't.

I will never.

I will never love anyone
the way I love you.

I pray to God that you do.

Francis!

Enter.

What is it?

Speak to me.

Ca-Catherine, it's Francis.

No.

Queen Mother, it's...

Mary...

No.

That isn't Francis. He's gone.

I can't let him go.

Let go and hold onto me.

No, Francis.

Is your queen behind this?

- Your Majesty?
- Assassins attacked me.

Francis saved my life, but now he is dead.

And there is only one person I can think of

who wants me eliminated.

Elizabeth has no motive.

You said that she was impulsive.

You said that she was vindictive.

Maybe this is revenge for all
of the times I've outwitted her.

You gave her what she wanted
when you signed the accord!

The only way I am no
longer a threat to Elizabeth

is if I am gone!

She is not behind this!

Was Francis an intended victim, too?

Is she trying to destroy

my alliance with France?

Is that it?

I know you need someone to blame right now,

but Elizabeth would never order
the death of another monarch

for fear that someone
would dare to kill her.

It's not a precedent she wants set.

- She supported Condé's attack!
- She supported the coup,

but what happened to Francis
after that was up to the French.

Don't do anything rash!

I have been left with nothing!

I will take back what is mine,

and if you want to stop
me, you'll have to kill me.

That doesn't change anything.
You signed that accord.

It is your word against mine.

England has taken enough

from me this day.

This is not how we were
supposed to go to Paris.

We were supposed to dance under the stars.

I can't believe he's gone.

He will live on...

in your son.

Your Majesty, the assassin

who got away has been captured.

Who is he?

A Scottish Protestant
named Taron Hambleton.

He's not one of Elizabeth's sympathizers.

He's part of a radical
sect of lords in Scotland

who want self-government.

When your mother died, he and his followers

assumed that there would be instability.

So before a regent could
officially be appointed,

they plotted your assassination.

He was telling the truth all along.

Would you like us

to keep the prisoner in the dungeons?

Is there any more information
you can get out of him?

No.

Then hang him.

You'll set sail for
England within a few hours.

I must face Elizabeth

and tell her what happened
with the peace accord.

I don't imagine the
queen will be too pleased.

Mary will never sign the accord now.

Although, perhaps things can still work

in Elizabeth's favor if she moves quickly.

Francis' death leaves
Mary alone and vulnerable.

There's nothing our queen
likes more than an easy target.

I'm hoping that when I'm back...

we can discuss your
possible return to court.

I have no intention of staying.

I need you, Nostradamus.

All my energy must go into
the fight to become regent,

and I can't do it alone.

You won't be.

I can offer you one final prophecy.

Only with the queen of Scots'
help will you rule France.

Good luck.

Long life... God willing, Catherine.

Your Majesty...

it's customary for the queen of France

to ride in the first carriage.

I'm no longer the queen of France.

_

Leave us.

This no longer belongs to me.

I thought I wanted this back.

Perhaps you were right to hate me.

Nostradamus was right all along.

I brought Francis' death,
just like he predicted.

Your son

died saving me,

and if I could do it all again,

I would give anything

that he may live.

I'm so sorry, Catherine.

I don't blame you, child.

Francis was his own man,

who made his own choices.

Long ago, he chose to love you.

I see you

as children so clearly now,

as if it was yesterday.

Your love...

it gave him so much joy.

And that is what you must remember

as you move ahead in this life.

Move ahead?

I don't know how.

I'm confident that you will find a way.

Maybe not today or tomorrow,

but you will, Mary.

You are so strong.

So strong.

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