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Previously on The Serpent Queen...

I think we have a fucking problem.

Queen Elizabeth of England...

With whom
you've committed treason.

...arrived early this morning

as a prospective bride
for the King of France.

Welcome to our humble home.

I'm onto you.
This is a play, isn't it?

Well, I'm here to reassure you

that we remain committed
to your cause.

I hope you will accept a gift.

Weapons, four wagons full.

I will accept your gift.

We represent
the Catholic League of France.

I think we need to talk
about your son.

Which one?

You can see what I cannot see.

Would you like
to be of use to me?

Yes.

I realize I misunderstood
about us.

You didn't misunderstand.

I'd like you
to return to my service.

Whatever I can do, Your Majesty.

My brother, I want to know
what he does at all times.

Everything was stolen from me,

and I intend
to get it back fivefold.

Do you know Sisi, grandniece
of the Holy Roman Emperor?

As it happens, we have
a great deal in common.

Do you know
the more time I spend with you,

the more I question
whether I have, in fact,

been presented
with the right brother?

What do you think
about a fence to settle things?

It's my intention
to marry the winner.

Doctor!

Doctor!

Despite my best efforts,

our challenges mounted
by the day.

Sister Aabis.

Are you ready to admit
God the Savior into your life

and abandon
your Catholic masters?

I am.

A wise choice.

Are you looking for this?

Your Majesty.

You've examined the king?

Considering his breathing,
heart rate,

and family history,

I believe the king's symptoms
point to only one diagnosis...

...consumption.

I've heard that word
far too many times in my life.

I do not wish to hear it again.

I'm sorry.

But I see no benefit
in not telling you the truth.

Does he know?

If he does, he's not
admitted it to himself.

And how long
does he have to live?

Difficult to say.

You've served us a long time.

You've always told us the truth.

But if the king's condition

becomes public
at the wrong time,

it will undermine his authority

when the country
is at its most vulnerable.

Therefore...

if you breathe
a word of this to anyone,

including the king himself...

...I will have you beheaded
for treason.

But if you keep it a secret,

I will always make sure you have

whatever it is you need
for your own condition.

How is my brother the king?

Need you ask?

What?

Look, I did
what you asked me to do.

I gave him every opportunity
to win.

Did you?

It was your pride and vanity

that led to the death
of your brother Hercule

and now possibly your king.

Do not say that.

And why shouldn't I say it,
when it is true?

I have indulged you
for far too long.

And all your life,
you have caused me shame

but never more than today.

But now, once and for all,

you will hide away
your deviant nature.

You will deny what you are

and get along
like the rest of us

so I can fix this mess
you've made.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

Yes, Mother.

But don't doubt for a second

that whatever it is
that shames you about me...

...well, it lives in you
as well.

Though it pains me to admit it,

he was right, of course.

What's all this?

Join us.

I'd rather stand.

It is our understanding

that you've grown quite fond
of Princess Margot.

She's a pretty girl.

She's a child.

She's of age.

For a dirty old man
like you, maybe.

Francois, please,
do not forget your manners.

Manners?

What the fuck is this?

This is God's natural order.

The king is unduly influenced

by the Protestants in his court.

Entertaining the heretic queen
was the final straw.

His brother Anjou
and his predilections

are destined to mark him
as an equally unsuitable ruler.

There is a great reckoning
coming.

All true believers will seek
a new king to rally behind.

A marriage between yourself
and the Princess Margot

would create a new line,
a purely Catholic line.

The Guise line.

You want me to be king?

Until an heir is of age.

What's this?

A petition
from the Catholic clerics

to name you as head of state.

You can't do this.

We represent
the Catholic Church,

with all the wealth
and the power

of the Vatican behind us.

In truth, we can do
whatever we want.

And what do you think Catherine
is gonna say about this?

Catherine has lost
her influence,

as have her sons.

I think we can agree

time is up for the Valois court.

And if I refuse this insanity?

Do you know how we punish
members of the clergy

who adopt the new faith?

It's a method that was
perfected in Madrid

during the Grand Inquisition.

They're skinned alive

and then burnt at the stake.

I've seen it.

It takes a while.

And when the flame reaches
the exposed flesh,

the pain is said to be
unspeakable.

So if you will not
do this for France...

...perhaps you'll do it
for your brother.

It will take a moment

for my son to consider
your proposal.

We will leave you to confer

as a family.

What the fuck have you done now?

Your Majesty, it is my honor

to present this model
of the Tuileries Palace.

I have tried for a perfect match

between French
and Italian cultures.

And you have achieved it.

You have a rare talent,
Alessandro.

Won't it take ages to build?

Like anything worth doing.

It will be a fitting monument

- to your rule.
- Mm.

A home fit for a king
and his new queen.

It is my hope that we would
have broken ground

by the time Princess Sisi
visits us again.

Sisi?

Why would Sisi come here?

I guess she can't stay away.

As it happens, her uncle
sent word of her return

this morning.

And as you two
got along so well,

I thought you would
welcome the news.

That doesn't seem
particularly appropriate

if I am to be betrothed,
does it?

Rahima, would you kindly
entertain my brother for me?

What are you up to?

You asked Sisi to come here.

Why?

I am simply obeying an instinct.

Your heart obviously lies
with Princess Sisi.

Otherwise, you would have won
the fencing match.

Of course I would have won.

I got dizzy, that's all.

Of course.

I can see that.

But Queen Elizabeth
might not agree with me.

Then she is a fool.

Mm, perhaps, but I fear
you have lost favor

with the English queen.

In fact, I suspect
her affections

have turned
towards your brother.

Anjou?

That's scraping the bottom
of the barrel, isn't it?

Anjou's energy is a better fit
for the English queen,

whereas Princess Sisi
would make a fine consort.

Sisi is not a queen.

But she will take care of you.

Why not be happy?

You really expect me to believe
your concern is my happiness?

Hello, you.

Why all broody?

Haven't you heard?

We're on the verge of civil war.

Aren't we always?

At least in my family, we are.

Seems somewhat worse this time.

I've figured out how I'm going
to get away from all this.

I'm going to the New World.

You should come with me.

I mean, we'd have
to get married first.

Just as a formality, of course.

You put that thought
out of your mind.

Do you understand me?

Why?

It is not safe for you
to be close to me.

Of course it is.

You have no idea
who I am, do you?

- Yes, I do.
- Do you?

You see, little girl...

...I started all this.

I set that church on fire
to set all of France on fire,

and it worked, because that's
the sort of man I am.

Do you understand me?

You lied to me.

Of course I lied to you.

I liked your fantasy of me,

so I chose to indulge it.

But now your innocence
is too close to stupidity

to be charming.

So do us both a favor

and stay the fuck away from me.

Do you understand, little girl?

Please stop calling me that.

Thank you for agreeing
to see me.

Of course.

And how is the king?

He is well.

His pride hurt
more than anything.

My dear Catherine,

the repeating of a falsehood
does not make it true.

I know consumption
when I see it.

Such a cruel disease.

My own sister succumbed,

drowning in her lungs.

It was a torture
that distorted her mind.

Do you know she was
not always known as Mad Mary?

She was quite sweet
when we were children.

I hope that you can understand
the sensitivity

of this information.

Of course.

As I hope that you will
see the need

to preserve the treaty
between our two kingdoms.

We are in agreement.

We must find a way
to get what we want.

It is my belief that we will
come to terms on Calais

and on trade routes

and even on your
annoying cousin Mary.

Well, that is very good to hear.

But, according to patriarchy,

we must bind
our kingdoms together

like neighboring farms
breeding swine.

An ugly business,
but it is the way of the world.

I believe you may be willing
to consider Anjou

as a prospective mate
in place of his brother.

You are even more pragmatic
than I'd imagined.

One might mistake it
for carelessness.

That would be a miscalculation.

Of course.

Ah, Throckmorton.

Well, this is quite unexpected,

change in loyalties so quickly.

And yet you get along
with Anjou.

He does amuse me.

Marriages have been built
on less.

Anjou did win the match,

and after all,
I promised my heart

to the winner, didn't I?

Indeed you did, Your Majesty.

My father always told me
one must honor one's word.

Although he did say
the same thing to my mother,

so... who knows what he meant?

I have an idea.

Why don't we go
and tell my new suitor

the happy news right away?

Oh, but it is late.

Not too late for Anjou,
I'm sure.

Isn't that right, Throckmorton?

Never, Your Majesty.

Unless, of course,
you're having second thoughts

about the union.

Of course not.

What fun.

Music?

How festive.

Could he be expecting us?

Come to think of it,

another time would be better.

Nonsense.
I love a party.

Allow me.

Anjou.

- Anjou.
- What?

Well...

...what are you staring at?

I imagine you have
lots to discuss,

mother to son.

I'll leave you to it.

Adieu, my prince.

Can you shut the door?

I'm not quite finished.

Rahima!

Rahima!

Ah, Catherine, I was so worried

we wouldn't be able
to say our goodbyes.

I didn't want to wake you.

Thought you might need
your sleep

after all the excitement.

My lady-in-waiting neglected
her duties this morning.

But you're not
leaving us, are you?

With our business unfinished?

But of course I am.

Surely, you must agree
that things have changed,

what with one of your sons
being medically unfit

and the other one apparently
in possession of sexual needs

I couldn't possibly meet.

Come on.

We both know
a marriage of this kind

can make room for any number
of eccentricities.

They are private matters.

Until they are not.

When word gets out
and every royal house

hears about Charles and Anjou,

whoever marries them
is going to be a laughingstock.

And you will
make sure that word gets out.

Because you had no intention
of marrying either of my sons.

You came to France
for whatever advantage

you could find for England.

But, of course.

It must be a challenge

to have to pose as
an outrageous, giggling flirt

to get what you want.

I would be careful,
because given time,

it may prove difficult
to know which is a pose

and which is not.

Let me explain something to you.

Men have been marrying women off

for thousands of years.

My own father, for example,

was a pigheaded fool,
but his will was irresistible.

He defied a Catholic God,

and the whole country
went with him.

Your late father-in-law,
Francis I,

was almost his equal.

But they did what they did
as men,

unapologetic in their appetites.

You and I don't have
such luxury.

So yes, I must pose as a virgin
and you as a witch

to get what we want.

When I became queen,

I decided no man
was ever gonna marry me off.

I was simply going
to drive up the price,

playing one suitor off
against another.

So yes, you're quite right.

Of course I came here looking
for the best deal for England

and not a husband.

And it turned out, it was not
you who presented it to me.

But you found it.

Yes, in the most unlikely place.

Oh, this might be
of interest to you,

as it appears you don't have
the slightest idea

what's going on
beneath your own roof.

Frankly, I'd expected a bit more

of the Serpent Queen of France.

I would get your house in order
if I were you.

And I wish you
all the best with that.

- We've got a problem.
- Another one?

Look.

Oh.

We need to leave... immediately.

Where are
the Princes of the Blood?

Well, to be honest with you,
I have no idea.

Would seem
that my lords and masters

have exiled themselves
without me.

May as well take him.

On what charge?

I'm sure they'll come up
with something.

I didn't do nothing.

Where is Rahima?

She failed in her duties,
and I was at a disadvantage

with Queen Elizabeth.

I demand an explanation.

Lady Rahima had business
away from the palace today.

What business?

Sure you want to know?

I should get back.

Aren't you tired
of being at her beck and call?

It's my position.

Doesn't have to be.

Why?

Are you gonna make me a duchess?

Haven't you heard?

Titles are dying out.

They're almost meaningless.

Besides, I can do better.

I approached Queen Elizabeth

with my plan for investment
in the New World.

Behind Catherine's back?

Behind Catherine's back, no.

I saw an opportunity,
and I took it.

She can't begrudge me that.

You don't know Catherine.

It's too late.

Elizabeth will fund my endeavor.

We'll be partners in trade.

I came to France to see
if my connection to Catherine

would increase my fortune.

Now it has.

Are you using me too?

Of course,

the same way you are using me.

For pleasure.

Seems to me the most rational
thing in the world.

She's infatuated with you.

Is she?

If that's what it means
when you do not

see someone for who they are.

Well, then she is
infatuated with the idea

of not being alone.

And I didn't deprive her.

Did you hear something?

A bird.

When I leave,
I want you to come with me

to the New World.

A place you can be
your own woman,

not take orders from anyone.

Will you do that?

I will consider it...

on one condition.

I owe you nothing.

Likewise.

From this water, you are reborn
in second baptism.

Do you feel a weight
is lifted from you?

I will when you hold up
your end of the bargain.

My child, what is it?

Nothing that concerns you.

Is it my son?

Has he tried to break
the understanding between you?

I fear I will never be
the same ag...

- ...again.
- Oh.

My poor child,

I know how hopeless
it all seems,

but you do not have
to feel this way.

You see,
the duke is a wounded man.

Something terrible
happened to him in the war.

He was vague on the details,
but as a result,

he does not think himself
worthy of love.

You must persuade him otherwise.

I believe he could be the man
he truly wants to be

with me.

It fills my heart
to hear you say that

because I believe it too.

Will you allow me
to help you, hmm?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

The, uh, House of Bourbon

would like to publicly commit
our loyalty

to you and your cause.

My sources tell me
you are only here

because Catherine discovered
your treachery.

While it's true
our disagreements

with the House of Valois
have been revealed

perhaps before our liking,

we have never wavered
in our efforts

to bring down
Catherine and her family.

I know what she's capable of.

And Antoine knows
what I am capable of.

Yeah, unfortunately, yes.
Yes, I do.

Your wife and son
have proven devoted pilgrims.

Henri...

...do your father and uncle
believe in our cause?

Are they pure of heart?

Um...

...I fear they're not.

What?

In fact, in the past,

they've even tried
to lead me astray.

- But...
- What are you doing, Henri?

- Please-please don't.
- But...

they can be taught

and, given the proper guidance,

they could benefit our cause.

In fact...

were they to accept
second baptism

to prove their loyalty...

...I believe they could begin
their journey toward the light.

Absolutely.

Willing and able.

Then so it shall be.

To the lake.

I thought I would be too late.

What, you thought I'd abandoned
you?

We're bound together,
whether we like it or not.

I have been made a fool.

Yeah, you could say that,
I suppose.

Here.

Sit.

Tell me what I have not seen.

Queen Elizabeth has bested you.

Edith's power is growing.

And you are surrounded
by traitors.

So you're fucked
from every angle.

So there's a poppet

for each member of the court
who has betrayed you.

Six poppets.

Six traitors
that must be dealt with.

Montmorency.

The Bourbons.

The Guises.

My lady-in-waiting, Rahima.

My brother Alessandro.

But who is the sixth?

Your visions haven't shown you?

No, but they torment me.

If you drink this...

...you will see.

What's in it?

You don't want to know.

I'll be your guide.

All of it.

Been asleep for hours.

So what did you see?

My face...

was covered in blood.

And there was a woman
giving birth in my bed.

And inside the swaddling...

...there wasn't a baby.

There was a nest of snakes.

Then the sixth traitor
is a child.

Mine?

Who can say?

Hello, Mother.

I hope this isn't a bad time.

Not at all.

What can I do for you both?

I just heard the bad news

about Queen Elizabeth's
rejection

of the king's proposal.

Such difficult days
we live through.

Life seemed so much simpler
when I was a girl.

I suppose everybody
says that, but...

when I look at what young
people have to face today,

I am quite sure of it.

The miracle is that hope
springs eternal in the young.

Like rising damp.

Indeed.

It is my understanding
that my son and your daughter

have fallen in love.

I suppose you were aware.

I must confess, I did not know
it was so serious.

I once told you that you
would have to take a side.

Why not take the side of love?

Love?

Yes.

Mother, it is my opinion
that a union like this,

based not on politics
but on genuine affection,

is precisely
what the French people crave.

Hmm.

It's the sort of thing
that justifies the existence

of poetry, of art, of fashion,

of everything
that makes us so...

French.

Not to mention
that if I'm not mistaken,

with Queen Elizabeth's
rejection,

you are left with no way to pay
for the palace by the Seine.

Unless you appeal
to the Catholic Church,

which nowadays means going
through the Catholic League.

Somewhat unyielding
in their views,

but as it happens,

I enjoy considerable influence
in those circles.

Do you?

If our families
were to be rejoined,

I would be happy to assist.

And you, Margot,

can you examine yourself

and tell me that this is
something that you really want,

that you are not
simply intoxicated

by the intrigue
of a court romance?

I can,

and I do.

Will you allow it?

I will do everything
in my power to make you happy.

Thank you, Mother.

The king will object.

So you must leave it with me
to persuade him.

Can we agree on that?

Of course.

Thank you.

Little madam.

Oh, Your Majesty.

You're surprised to see me?

Well, you, uh,
rarely come for service.

It is true.

Something was ruined for me
by the nuns who raised me.

Sadists, all of them.

The truth is, I've never
understood why people

fight over religion.

The differences
between the faiths

have always seemed
so insignificant to me.

I've often thought
I'd be the same

whether I were born
a Mohammedan or a Jew.

How about you?

I believe there are
false prophets.

Do you believe
Sister Edith is one?

I think God should be
the one to judge.

May I say,

I've sensed a renewed power
to your faith.

And that is why I am here,

because if faith can ease
the pain of a mother

who has to watch yet
another one of her sons die,

then I don't care
where it comes from.

I-I don't know how I can
survive another loss.

The king is ill?

As my priest,

I hope I can trust you
to keep this a secret.

The king cannot be undermined
at such a critical time.

Of course.

You are totally right,
Your Majesty.

Your secret is safe with me.

Will you pray with me?

Yes.

Yes, it would be my honor.

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Yes, my child.

Bless me, Father,

for I am about to sin.

You mean you have sinned
in the past?

No.

When I feel it coming on,

I just can't stop it.

The feeling is...

overwhelming.

So the Catholic League
would like the Duke of Guise

to be king?

Apparently.

And he gave this to you?

I took it

while he was indisposed

with a bell in his ass.

Your country will not forget
your service.

Hello, Rahima.

Françoise.

Yes?

I'm sorry that Queen Elizabeth
has returned to England.

If I could,
I would have prevented you

from going into Anjou's rooms.

Perhaps it was for the best.

It actually reminded me

of one of the first lessons
I ever taught you.

Trust no one.

So you do remember.

Of course.

Well, I'm glad.

Did you manage to look over
my brother's books?

You were right.

Of course, it was my mistake.

Everything was in order.

I am grateful.

The time comes when we all
must choose a side.

She chose hers.

What the fuck do you want?

Forgiveness.

Only what I said to you

may have been unforgivable.

I once told you

that you must lock away
that which makes you different.

That which some might call
the perversity in you

should be hidden

because it is shameful.

But I now know

that I was wrong.

And to deny your true nature
would be death.

Even if I had the power
of the Almighty...

...I wouldn't change
a single hair on your head.

Because then
you wouldn't be you.

And it is your nature

that just might save our family.

One day soon,

I will come to you
and ask for help.

I only hope
that you can answer that call

despite the harm
I have done to you.

This certainly is
a reduced Council.

Anjou has recused himself
for the time being.

Perhaps it will be
more efficient.

Perhaps it is better to
recognize when we are beaten.

It appears Queen Elizabeth has
armed Edith and her followers,

who also have the support
of the Princes of the Blood

and the mercantile class
they represent.

So we only have one choice.

Bring Edith into the fold,
or fight a civil war

it is no longer certain
we will win.

Yeah.

I have called you here today

because I have made a decision.

I've agreed
to go with Montmorency

to meet Edith
and broker a peace.

So that's what you get

for killing a prince
these days, is it,

a peace deal?

I am curious.

How did Montmorency persuade
Sister Edith to meet with you?

He was baptized
into her faith...

...as I plan to be.

I, uh...

I think the king
has proven his wisdom.

Do you?

When I convert
to the new religion,

Edith's army
will be loyal to me.

The Catholics will retaliate.

Maybe,

but the Valois line
remains a Catholic one.

And if I were to marry
a Catholic royal,

like Princess Sisi,

grandniece
of the Holy Roman Emperor,

the Catholics may be appeased.

Maybe.

You want to bet the country
on a "maybe"?

What other choice do we have?

It is the right choice.

I am pleased to hear you say so.

I worried you would try
to stop me.

No.

Perhaps I have been overzealous

in my efforts
to protect you, my king.

But all I have ever wanted
for you is independence.

And if you have come to believe
that a compromise

with Sister Edith
is the way forward,

then I support you.

In fact, I would like
to accompany you

to offer my blessings.

- Really?
- Of course.

Then I would like that.

You are my king,

and I'm loyal to you
above all else.

Your Majesty,
you are most welcome.

Are you here for salvation?

I am.

And you?

I am here for peace.

I would like to speak
with the Queen Mother alone.

If that would be
agreeable to you?

Of course.

What the fuck was that?

Be patient.

You'll get what you came for.

I'm surprised you would come.

You are
the new power in the land.

I thought I would show you
the respect you are due.

Is it not more accurate to say

that when the king's grand tour
failed to unite the people,

you hoped Queen Elizabeth
would marry one of your sons

to replace me
in the people's hearts?

But she refused.

So now you hope
the king's baptism

will inspire my followers
to lay down their arms

and serve as his loyal subjects.

I do.

And what do you have
to offer in exchange

for this peace you seek?

The conversion of a king
is not enough?

Well, it might be.

But the conversion
of a dying king...

...is a different matter,
wouldn't you agree?

I see I can keep
nothing from you.

It came to me in a vision.

It seems you come
for my friendship empty-handed.

Not exactly.

You're quite right.

My son is not long
for this world,

and his brother
is a well-known deviant.

It will be the end
of the Valois line.

So what happens next?

Antoine of Bourbon
is next in line to the throne,

but he is guilty of treason

and would never be accepted
by the French Catholics.

Nor, as I'm sure you are aware,

is he a true believer
of your faith.

His son Henri, however,

is a different matter.

If he were to marry
a Catholic princess

and produce a son,

the people would rally
around the new line,

a new Protestant line.

The king would be yours
to control.

And who, out of curiosity,

is the lucky bride
in this new world order?

My daughter Margot.

You expect me to trust you?

Yes.

Because as soon as the marriage
is consummated,

I will sign the regency
over to you.

And you will be the most
powerful person in France.

I'm common.

As am I.

You may tell me

that you have no desire
for earthly power

and that your kingdom
lies in heaven,

but somehow

I do not believe you will.

I wonder.

What would your son say

if he heard you give away
his legacy so easily?

Well...

...he would despise me
more than he already does.

You mistake me
for one of the pieces

you move around the board
so easily.

No.

I have learned the hard way
that you are no such thing.

Oh, Sister Edith,
I am tired of this game.

All I want is to not bury
any more of my children.

Only the Almighty
decides who we bury.

Now...

...I think we've kept them
waiting long enough,

don't you?