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- Previously on Reign...
- We have confirmed reports

that the Black Death has returned

once more to plague our lands.

I understand all the
reasons. I do. I just can't.

I won't let you take my son from me.

I will rise

until I am rich and powerful.

But I will never be yours again.

Is that your daughter with Leith?

Eduard Narcisse. How may we help you?

There's someone I thought untouchable.

I'd like him to die of plague.

Food for survival...

in exchange for one life.

Every life matters! We
will find grain elsewhere.

You murdered an entire household!

Why make an enemy out
of those you need most?

Justice.

Take him away.

- My father will free me!
- No, he won't.

Because he'll never find you.

No! Mary!

No!

There's 12 corpses.

All adults.

No... no shovels, no hooks.

Keep your gloves on
and wrap them with care.

You should get some rest, my lord.

It's not your job to handle the dead.

It's ours.

No, we have to give them proper burial.

So their souls can find rest.

I knew he was alive. I
could feel it in my heart.

Thank God you were right.

Please don't tell Francis that I mistook

my illness for the plague.

It's embarrassing.

Mary.

Where is Lola? Is she all right?

Mary.

Lola.

The... the child, is it... ?

I have a son.

Bash, oh, thank God you're all right.

We have to talk soon.

I need an advisor I can trust.

I want you on my council.

You're already talking politics.

Because I am already king.

I'm no politician, Francis.

I don't belong on a privy council.

It's a liar's job.

Mary?

I'd like you to meet the
man that saved our lives.

My cousin.

Louis of Conde.

Oh, he's easy on the eyes, isn't he?

Thank you for bringing them home safely.

Thank you so very much.

It was an honor. As is this.

You and your men must
rest here before you leave.

Your kisses are more easily
attained than your words.

I left impulsively.

You did.

And now I have returned with Lola's child.

I held him and...

I don't know what role he'll have at court,

but I want to be a part of my son's life.

Of this child's life,
but we will have others.

Mary, my father's indiscretions

were blatant, but out
of respect for his wife,

he gave Bash no title or standing.

It hurt him.

And it hurt me to see it.

The eyes of the world are
watching to see if we will...

If I can bear an heir.

Not just for France.

For Scotland.

And for England as well.

I know this has nothing to do

with the role you decide to
have in your son's life...

Well, perhaps it should.

Those who are close to us...

even here at court will know the truth.

Your mother has guessed it already.

Spend time with your son absolutely, but...

But don't claim him.

Officially, you mean.

Yes.

Thank you.

I'm surprised to see you.

My deepest sympathies

for the loss of your son Eduard.

Can I get you anything? Some lemonade?

I thought this castle would
be the safest place for him.

Why wasn't it?

Bring us some whiskey.

Lord Narcisse is here.

Asking a lot of questions
about his son's death.

I explained that he
showed symptoms of plague,

high fever, rash.

You are good to cover for me.

Lord Narcisse will never know.

His son did die of plague.

His body will tell the tale.

Eduard murdered an entire
household to kill one foe.

Since he cared so little for people,

it's fitting that he
died among the lowborn.

I have asked much of you... not the least

that you betray your very
dangerous friend Catherine.

She was mortified that she
overreacted to her symptoms.

She hates being vulnerable.

But it is hard not to enjoy it.

We tried to save lives.

I owe you.

And I will protect you.

So many people died here.

Nobles, servants alike.

I was in my chambers
when your son took ill.

- But Nostradamus, he...
- Yes.

I've already spoken with
your court physician.

A... a father can't help but wonder

about his son's final days.

I survived by fleeing to the country.

I feel that I should've sent for him.

There was nothing you could do.

I need to go see him now.

You do understand, don't you?

When was this room sealed?

Two weeks ago, my lord.

Most nobles died in their chambers.

Were many nobles sent here by mistake?

Couldn't say, sir.

It was a living hell.

Do you see him?

Not yet.

That is my son.

Wrap him.

Carefully.

Who's there?

This one is still alive.

How could anyone still be alive?

He must be immune.

Water.

That is my son.

Were you with him?

Did you see him die?

We will get you some
water and something to eat.

And then you are going tell me

all about what happened to my son.

Ah, this is nothing compared

to what we'll do for your coronation.

But your safe return is
cause for celebration.

It's nice to see some joy in
this castle after so much grief.

I hear you had a hand in
our new chambers as well.

One bedroom for husband and wife.

Good luck to both of you with that.

I thought Narcisse was leaving

with his son's body.

Why is he back with so many nobles?

King Francis.

Narcisse.

My lords.

I'm pleased to see
you're all alive and well.

In the wake of the plague, I
will be calling on all of you

to enforce my laws.

Together you control
vast regions of France.

Some of you will be valued
additions to my royal council.

Of course, King Francis.

But we're here to ask
something of you as well.

Justice.

What's this about exactly?

My son Eduard...

was murdered.

Here in your castle while you were away.

By Nostradamus, the court physician.

I don't know what grudge
you held against my son.

I had no argument with him.

Then why did you make false diagnosis?

Why did you condemn him to death?

These are serious allegations.

My son was healthy when he was thrown in

with servants riddled with plague.

I know this because a witness, a survivor,

has told me this tale.

My son

was deliberately infected.

I assure you, if a mistake was made,

Nostradamus intended no harm.

Assure us all...

your loyal nobility, that we are still safe

under your rule.

We who collect your coin,
we who grow your food,

we who provide your soldiers,

we who uphold your laws.

Hold the murderer of my son accountable

to these same laws.

And show us that no life, especially

one of our own, may be taken with impunity.

Take Nostradamus away for questioning.

Eduard murdered an entire household...

men, women and children.

I did what I had to.

And Narcisse knows it was
you who killed his son?

I was the one who forced
Eduard into the plague room

against his will.

If there was a survivor,

he would have witnessed everything.

There was another survivor
of your crimes, Mary.

Me.

You drugged me, didn't you?

You were so adamant to stand up

to the nobles, and I got sick

just when you needed me out of the way.

I had to stop you.

Oh, you wouldn't delve into
my poisons without help.

It was Nostradamus.

Your actions

spared no one, saved nothing

and cost us all dearly.

Narcisse wants the
guards who brought his son

to the catacombs executed as well.

We don't have to accede to his demands.

You and Henry might
have bowed to the nobles,

but we won't.

We kept the nobles happy.

If they feel betrayed,

they can rise up against you.

I've seen revolts firsthand,

a full-scale rebellion could
mean the end of your reign.

I know that you want to
do things differently,

but I'm not sure that this is the time.

The plague shortages have given

too much power to Narcisse.

The nobles follow him now,

and they are watching our every move.

Then let them watch you,

and that you be above reproach.

This was my mistake and I'll fix it.

Whoa.

Oh...

Lord Castleroy.

Wasn't this enough for you?

A kitchen boy, given some of
the best lands in the region.

You had to have my daughter, too?

Lord Castleroy, I am so sorry.

Yvette was kind and...

She was everything you
told Greer you wanted.

Rich and innocent

and my daughter.

How Greer would have
suffered to see your rise,

and what a close view she'd have had.

I can assure you that I didn't realize

who she was until after we...

If my daughter had never met you,

she would be alive!

I would never have hurt her.

I don't know that,

and neither do you.

Given the proximity you
would have had to the woman

I know you love.

Look, please, just... look, wait...

Leith, no!

Stay away from my family.

Or I will destroy you.

Queen Mary.

Where is your husband?

I would prefer it if we settled

this matter privately.

I think you know who's truly
responsible for Eduard's death.

You are.

But, as you are a queen,

you're nearly untouchable.

Nearly.

But those that lied for you,

I can reach easily enough.

That is how I will punish you.

Your son was a monster.

He asked me to murder his enemy,

and when I refused,

he poisoned an entire household.

Why didn't you arrest him?

I let my anger get the best of me.

And my outrage.

And what of mine?

He was my son!

He was loyal and obedient

and he had his whole life ahead of him.

He was to marry an archduchess,

gain one of the most prized
farming regions in France...

He was to marry into land?

He told me he was already married.

That Voland had slept with his wife.

Why did he really want Voland dead?

You also said he was obedient.

Was he following your orders?

I am queen.

You will answer my questions.

Why did you want Voland dead?

I command you!

No, you command nothing!

I don't fear you,

I don't fear your husband!

Because without me,
without the other nobles,

your power disappears.

We are the outside world,

and we surround you.

There is a consensus
amongst the other nobles,

given my son's station,

that an example must be made.

So when the dawn comes,
Nostradamus and your guards

will be drawn and quartered.

That is a horrific

and agonizing death.

This is what they want.

This is what will satisfy them.

And you will learn never to cross me again.

My mother's been negotiating

to spare Nostradamus, but it's no use.

Narcisse wants retribution,

and he has the nobles on his side.

Murdering innocent men
to teach me a lesson.

He's more wicked than his son.

Why didn't you wait?

You could have had him arrested.

If I had, Narcisse would have
pressured us to release him.

We'd be in the same position we're in now:

with him trying to force your hand.

If his son were alive,

Narcisse wouldn't be consumed with revenge.

It was reckless, Mary.

I saw an entire family be murdered.

My rage took hold.

It might not have been the best decision,

but it was justified.

It was a choice that you made alone.

What is it?

I know I told you to go to Lola,

but then the plague came

and you knowingly
abandoned me to a nightmare.

You are the king who deserted his castle,

and I am the queen who
was left behind, alone.

Alone because of your mistakes.

Out of all the people
you could have slept with,

did it have to be one of my ladies?

One of my closest friends?

We can't afford to do this now.

If you bow to Narcisse now,

you'll be doing it for
the rest of your rule.

What kind of king do you want to be?

I've been trying to figure
out what kind of king I can be.

Whether there is a way
to stop this execution

without destroying my relationship

with some very powerful nobles.

If only we had something to
leverage against Narcisse,

we could force him to back down.

Conde suspects Narcisse

of murdering families to take their lands.

I'll send my brother to the villages

where he acquired
property during the plague.

You're looking for evidence of murder.

Something to blackmail him with.

Anything.

What is it?

I believe Eduard was acting
on his father's orders.

I don't know why Narcisse
wanted Voland dead,

but I'm going to try and find out.

The execution is at dawn.

I promised Nostradamus my protection.

One way or another, we
have to find something.

These are Lord Voland's chambers.

Leave me. Thank you.

Mary.

Lola, what are you doing here?

Francis explained your
situation with Narcisse.

I wanted to help.

Francis shared that with you?

I was with Francis

when we met Narcisse on the road.

It gave me chills to see him here at court.

I could see Francis was troubled
and I asked him what was wrong.

When was this?

When he asked me how the baby was doing.

Mary,

I know our situation is painful...

And for you, too.

Does he have a name yet?

I call him Robert,

after my youngest brother.

If Francis claims him,

he may choose another name.

I suppose it would be
best for you, if he did.

You'd rise above speculation and gossip.

You would both gain status and respect.

I just want to be with my child.

The more time I spend with him,

the less anything else seems to matter.

It's all right to take
joy in being a mother.

You don't have to hide that from me.

What is it?

It's from the privy council,

to Lord Voland.

"In response to your urgent request... "

It says Voland was
desperately seeking an audience

with the king before he died.

Well, you said you want to help.

I need you to find out whatever you can

about Voland's final hours.

He wanted to tell Francis something...

I need to know what it was.

It is you.

When they announced that you were here,

I, uh... I didn't believe it.

I feel as if I betrayed you.

I didn't mean to tell Lord
Castleroy what you said.

What you said in anger.

But at the time...

You thought it was true.

That I would steal the heart
of another just to wound yours.

I was upset when I saw
you and Yvette together.

I realized how jealous I
sounded to Lord Castleroy,

so I told him your words.

As if it was just my
concern for his daughter.

I did it to protect myself.

You're good at that, aren't you?

Not really.

I've poisoned everything.

There's little but hate and
mistrust between all of us.

I wish I could turn back time,

but I can't.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry and...

I pray the day will come

when I no longer regret that I loved you.

Please don't blame
yourself for Yvette's death.

If I'd let you go to her...

Never tell your fianc� that.

Let it be, Greer.

What's done is done.

Don't cause him any more pain.

Let that be a vow that we both keep.

You should go.

Don't come back.

I'm investigating Lord Narcisse.

I've heard many of the dead
lost their lands to him.

They were murdered.

He plucked the deeds to their lands

from their stiff, cold fingers.

Or so I'm told.

Do you have any proof?

There's proof of murders,

theirs and plenty of others,

if you want to dig it up.

It's all under there,

buried with the rest of the unfortunates.

In the same mass grave

with all the actual plague victims.

Corpses came by the cartful,

the sick and the murdered.

And once they're tossed in...

who's going to ask questions?

Don't take it too hard, my lord.

Same thing happens every plague.

Justice suffers and dies

with the rest of us.

Deesh-kin...

aarin kir mograndee.

Who are you?

Why are you doing that?

- From the castle, now, are you?
- I am.

I hear the nobles locked themselves in

with cakes and fine wines,

while we watched our loved ones rot

and turn black before our eyes.

There were many deaths at court as well.

Bury them well, mind you.

So many.

Wickedly mistreated, not
just in life, but in death.

Do people really expect them to go?

- What do you mean?
- It's hard enough

to get spirits to leave us, but now?

There's a door between
the dead and the living,

and the plague kicked it down.

And if the dead aren't guided through...

the door stays open.

The door is open.

They'll get to us before you know it.

There will be...

A reckoning.

So we have no proof to use

against Narcisse unless we want to dig up

mass graves and release the plague?

If Narcisse is using the
plague to cover his crimes,

he's not the only one.

Neighbors, Catholics, Protestants...

they're killing each other.

Even a cardinal's body was found

in an alley with his throat slit.

A cardinal? Who?

Cardinal Morosini, killed
for the gold in his vestments,

they say.

I'm here to see Mary.

What did you find?

I spoke with a castle page.

Before Lord Voland joined his family

in their chambers, he
insisted on taking confession.

I had to bribe a few altar boys,
but I got the priest's name.

Father Lucien.

Where do we find this priest?

You look troubled, Brother.

I know you call Nostradamus friend.

I do.

And he's a friend we may need.

What do you mean?

He has certain skills.

And I know that you don't
believe in them or the occult.

But something has changed out there.

There's talk in the village
that the dead are still with us.

People feel guilty for surviving.

They torture themselves.

No, a guard heard screams of the dying

from an empty room.

Servants claim that old
castle ghosts have returned.

And a woman in the village
claims that all this death

and injustice has left a door open

between this world and the
next and some of the dead

are on the wrong side of it.

Still here among the living?

And that they stay because
they were treated wrongly.

Either not given proper burial

or cut down unjustly.

Murdered.

What does this woman think the dead want?

The truth revealed.

You mean revenge.

I loved Henry.

But he was a terrible
husband and a worse father.

What kind of a father

do you hope to be?

Nothing like him.

Really?

Then what will you do about Lola's child?

Will you claim him?

I haven't decided.

You must be worried he
might be your only child.

I'm speaking to you as a mother.

As your mother.

I can tell you that if
you do not claim him,

there will be a distance
between you and that boy

for the rest of your lives.

He will never be king.

But he might be your only chance

at being a father.

And I can promise you that raising him

will be the singular joy of your life.

Aloysius.

I was just going to change
and meet you downstairs.

- Your servants said you went into town.
- Yes, I bought

some things for the children.

You were gone a long while.

I went to see Leith.

I know you are in pain,

but there's no need for such animosity.

Leith is racked with guilt.

I am, too.

You must know I'm loyal to you.

I have been wondering
about your loyalty of late.

Leith's vow...

Was said... in the moment,

in anger.

I chose you.

You chose the life I could give you.

I chose you,

and you chose me knowing
that I'd loved another,

that I had done

ruinous things for that love.

You knew that about me.

I didn't know how it would feel.

I have business that will
take me away for some time.

How long?

I don't know.

I'll be seeing my younger children as well.

I need to be the one to tell
them that their sister is dead.

Will you be back?

I don't know.

I'm not afraid of breaking
my vows, Queen Mary.

What I do fear is Lord Narcisse.

I will stand against him.

Father, I made a mistake a few weeks ago,

and now innocent men could
pay for it with their lives.

Whatever Voland told you could save them.

Please help me.

Lord Voland worked with Narcisse.

They collected money for the
Vatican, but greed interfered,

and they kept some of the
Church's gold for themselves.

Cardinal Morosini discovered their crime.

Cardinal Morosini?

He was found dead

- in a neighboring village.
- Protestants were blamed

but never identified.

I know the truth.

It was Narcisse and Voland who killed him.

Voland's heart filled with remorse.

Narcisse knew his resolve was weakening,

so before Voland could confess
to your king or to the Church...

He had him killed.

Along with his entire family.

You understand

we could destroy Narcisse with this.

The Vatican would strip him of his power.

You must testify to the king

and to the assembled nobles at court.

But what I've told you I can never repeat.

I'm just a lowly priest;
Narcisse has people everywhere.

I'd be dead in the blink of an eye.

He killed a cardinal!

I could compel you.

For information taken in holy confession?

The Vatican itself can't hear it.

It doesn't exist.

I know that your wife...

She is your queen.

I know that your queen
is working against me

to stop the execution.

She doesn't value my friendship,

but you should.

Because you are a true friend to the Crown.

Hmm. You don't like me,

but you need me.

My lands feed your people,

your court.

I kept Henry afloat long after his wars

plunged France into debt.

I am aware of the Crown's debts.

But not how in debt it is to me.

I heard about the execution.

If Lord Narcisse demanded it,

those men are certainly innocent.

Careful of your accusations.

I could make some of my own.

You've made them to others;
you can make them to me.

I believe this man to
be a secret Protestant,

a radical, practicing
the faith of your enemies

in England and Germany.

Is this true?

No. I am a Catholic and a Frenchman.

But I believe France
should be ruled by you,

not by blood money from Rome.

The Vatican is corrupt...
they're betraying their faith

- by allowing the strong to prey on the weak.
- You've proved my case for me.

He is a radical.

A Catholic who hates the Catholic Church.

I hate any man that hides behind God

while they murder and steal.

Men like Narcisse,

protected by the Church and the Crown.

Your father built his power

by giving the nobles what they wanted.

If he were here now, he
would let those men die.

And what do you expect him to do,

risk disenfranchising
the nobles he depends on?

Well, maybe it's time we change things,

shift the power back to where it belongs,

with you, our king.

You're unsure of who to trust.

Yes, I am.

Then trust no one but yourself.

Trust your sense of what
is right and what is wrong.

Because when the dawn comes

and those men are let outside, you'll have

to decide what kind of king you want to be.

Have they hurt you?

They're going to lead me out soon.

For last rites.

Are you going to share your plan with me?

I'm afraid there is no plan,

my old friend.

I'm so sorry.

But I shall make sure you are remembered.

All your works will be published.

I will have sonnets written...

and... a statue built in Paris.

A statue?

After all I've done for you!

Do not blame me for the
choices you have made!

If you had stayed loyal to me,

Eduard would still be alive,

none of this would have happened. You...

you brought this on yourself
when you helped Mary.

There is nothing I can do.

You think you're untouchable...

that your sins will stay buried,

but they don't.

Surely you realized that
when you met your daughter.

Clarissa?

She's dead and buried now.

Mary killed her.

You thought Clarissa's
death fulfilled the prophecy.

And that is why I supported
Francis marrying...

Is Clarissa alive?

Tell me, Nostradamus.

Have you seen her?

Have you had another vision?

Will Francis live beyond
the death you once foresaw?

Ask your statue.

Conde.

Where are the royals?

I suppose they've chosen
to look the other way.

Someone must bear witness to this travesty.

Innocent men shouldn't die alone.

You won't die alone.

They're preparing for

the drawing and quartering as we speak.

We must do something.

We don't have any
leverage against Narcisse.

We have the truth on
our side and we have you.

You are king.

Doesn't that count for something?

Yeah, well, it's not enough, Mary.

We need something that
we can hold in our hands.

Well, perhaps Lord Voland kept a journal.

Or wrote a letter.

- I have Lola looking now.
- We're out of time.

I can't let these men die for my mistake.

Do you know why they wrap the bindings

all up the arms and legs?

For a good, clean break.

I've seen it done the other way, too,

bonds at the wrists and ankles

taking off just the hands and feet.

You bleed to death as the one horse

takes the lead and drags you behind.

Which do you think will be more painful?

Your death or my son's?

I've seen your death.

You'll suffer, too.

And I have seen the suffering

on every inch of my son's corpse.

I will think of him as you die.

You do the same.

On my signal,

spur your horses!

No, stop! Riders, dismount.

Rein in your horses. Now.

- Even a queen needs grounds.
- Unbind him.

There will be no execution today.

You have just lost France
for you and your king.

- When the nobles hear of this...
- I found Lord Voland's confession.

Handwritten before his death.

- What are you talking about?
- He wrote it all down:

how you both stole from the Vatican

and then murdered the cardinal
before he could inform on you.

Voland's remorse that followed,

his need to clear his accounts with God,

and his fear that you would
silence him before he could.

His confession is in
the hands of a messenger

headed to your friends in Rome as we speak

to reassure the Vatican
that no life, especially one

of their own, can be taken with impunity.

Mary.

I will handle this.

But I have proof.

Not anymore.

My letters.

You intercepted my riders. Why?

- You don't have to bow to him.
- Mary, leave us. You, too, Conde.

I am your queen. You owe me an explanation.

You owe France and your
subjects a just rule.

Go to our chambers,

where private discussions
between husbands and wives

should take place.

I am not just your wife.

You are not king either.

Leave us now.

I always thought you should
have married a common girl,

like your father.

Rich, of course,

but without a title she felt
obligated to club people with.

- I don't like you.
- I don't care. You need me.

I'm glad that you've realized that.

- Lord Voland's seal.
- I stopped the riders

because I understand
that we need each other.

Nostradamus is a favorite of my mother's,

and none of these men really
caused your son's death.

- You will free them as a favor to me.
- That might be difficult to explain to the nobles.

You riled them into a
frenzy on your behalf.

Now tell them you are satisfied.

Manage them, and I will manage my wife.

There will need to be some satisfaction,

if you want all of this to go away.

No more bloodshed.

Land.

Of my choosing.

Nostradamus and the guards have been freed.

You were brilliant.

And he didn't ask to see
the contents of the letters?

I burned them before he
could see they were forged.

We have Narcisse at bay, but...

Well, what is it? What's wrong?

I had to give him something else as well.

This is very fine land.

- Who are you?
- It's a rare parcel.

Undamaged by fire. Still producing.

And all that separates
two larger parcels of mine.

The king has deeded this land to me.

That's impossible. Why
would he take it away?

Ask King Francis yourself.

He's requested your presence at court.

At court?

But I can't go there.

You can. And you will.

I don't know what's changed your mind.

You were right before;

a politician is a liar's job.

- Even today I had to betray a friend to save lives.
- Well, this job is different.

Enforcing the laws, keeping the
peace beyond the castle walls.

My wife tells me that in
Scotland they call this

- the king's deputy.
- Ah.

The realm is growing unstable.

You need someone out there
you can actually trust.

Why are you kneeling?

You're the king, and I'm nothing.

Until you make me something.

- Don't say that. You're my brother.
- Then give me the job already.

Do it up properly. Use my sword.

Very well.

Sebastian, I hereby appoint
you the king's deputy,

with all rights and
apportionments so accruing.

- Nostradamus, you're too injured to ride.
- I have to.

What will you tell Catherine?

That you had another vision.

Of a better life.

God willing.

Mary?

Why did you ask me to the nursery?

Your father

was King Henry II of the House of Valois.

You are Francis II, the king of France.

I'm Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots.

Whatever happens to us while we live

and when we are long gone,
nothing can change that

or take it away.

I don't understand.

The world is a cruel place.

And it's cruelest to the weak.

They are bullied and sacrificed,

mocked and murdered and they die in agony.

Mary, why are you talking...

Give him your name.

Give your baby your name.

Not even my name can make him safe.

No, but it can make him safer.

- Mary...
- If you think

I don't know the risks, I do.

But if I don't want to
end up like Catherine,

I can't push this child away

like she did with Bash.

I have to open my heart.

So...

... do right by him,

with my blessing,

and claim him as your own.

And our marriage will be stronger for it.

I'm never sure that I'm holding him right.

Oh, I could show you.

Support his head,

like so.

See?

I remember holding you in my arms

when you were this little.

I beg your pardon?

When I gave you life,

I thought it was the
greatest thing I'd ever done.

All the treaties I'd made,

all the wars and the whores were nothing

compared to that.

Who are you talking to?

Don't you recognize your own father?

Usurper.

What did you just say?

Did I say something, Your Grace?

You don't remember?

Remember what?

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