Reign (2013–2017): Season 1, Episode 6 - Chosen - full transcript

NOSTRADAMUS: Since Mary,
Queen of Scotland, was a child,

the English have wanted
her country and her crown.

She is sent to France
to wed its next King,

to save herself and her people,
a bond that should protect her.

But there are forces
that conspire...

forces of darkness,
forces of the heart.

Long may she reign.

Previously on Reign...

He heard them talk of a creature who
resides in the woods. They give it blood.

You have interrupted a sacrifice,
which they will not take kindly to.

It's Olivia D'Amencourt. She left
a few months before you arrived.



- Brokenhearted?
- Yes. He was.

You want me to marry Francis?
You don't even like me.

I like you more than a queen
I can't control.

You know much less about
Francis' desires than I do.

- Has something happened between you two?
- I stopped it.

I want her gone.

- I'm working on it.
- Now!

- I want her gone now!
- Mary! She's staying and that's final.

And Francis has you.
Why would he ever look elsewhere?

BASH: You're one of them.
You're a monster, you know.

You owe a debt.
And you will pay.

Choose someone to sacrifice.

And what if I refuse?

Then we will
choose for you.



No!

(panting)

Season 1, Episode 6
"Chosen"

(indistinct chatter)
OLIVIA: Francis!

- Excuse me.
- I've been looking everywhere for you.

Where were you hurrying to?

My father's returning from Paris.
His carriage is arriving.

- May I join you?
- Please.

(laughs)

How are you?
I've barely seen you lately.

Whenever my father's away,
courtiers swarm me.

Seeking approval of the next King,
in case the current one doesn't return.

And that awful business
with the butcher boy.

Yes, yes.

We're trying to find his family,
to return his effects.

That's not why
I've barely seen you.

Are you feeling bad
about the moments we shared?

I felt I had to be honest
with you about my feelings.

I appreciated
your honesty.

I could use more of the same
from others in my life.

If she's to be your wife,
you need to trust her.

I hope that I can.

Right now the burden
is on Mary, not me.

That sounds complicated.

If you're ever yearning for
someone you can be sure of...

...Someone who wants only you,

you know where to find me.

- Well?
- I'm doing my best.

How difficult can it be for a girl
like you to get a man into bed?

His feelings are for Mary.

Do you want
your reputation cleaned up?

Do you want a big wedding and
children to silence forever

those who call you "whore"
behind your back?

Then make yourself
the next Queen of France.

"Feelings"? Honestly.

MARY: Join us, Kenna.
We're going to greet the King.

You look especially lovely, Kenna.
Who are you dressed to impress?

No one. I'm just...

Can't Kenna be lovely simply
because she is lovely?

And you are lovely.

That was kind of you.

I plan to tell them
about the King and me.

But you want to wait.

You haven't seen him in a while.
I understand.

He was saying
good-bye to Diane.

- He ended things with her for me.
- I only ask that you be careful.

The King's heart
seems mercurial.

And you still have
the Queen to contend with.

And I only ask you that
not assume I'm a fool.

I was hoping we needn't discuss this.
But clearly we do.

That kiss...

I remember it.

I was a bit drunk, and you
were, too, weren't you?

Would you like me to share
in your remorse?

Would that make you feel better?

Yes, it would.

I regret that you are engaged
to my brother.

A brother I consider my friend.

And who thankfully doesn't
know what happened.

Still, he's been distant
since we argued.

And I want to make things up with him.
I have to. You understand, don't you?

Of course. What I don't understand
is why we're still talking about this.

Because of your gift.

- The necklace.
- What necklace?

Oh.

I assumed, I thought...

It was in my rooms
this morning.

- You think I snuck into your room?
- Well, I didn't know what to think.

After the kiss and-and my argument
with your brother...

What? What is it?

I've, uh, seen this
necklace before.

Excuse me.

Mary.

Francis. Are you well?

I'm fine. Thank you.

I'm not.

I've been feeling awful.

I feel like you're still angry
at me about our argument.

- About Olivia. I'm sorry.
- Is that what you're sorry about?

(horse neighing nearby)

(short laugh)

He said he was leaving her.
I don't understand. Why is she back here?

Francis.

Mary, we need to talk.

It's important.
Follow me.

The people of this... faith,

they claim
that I owe them a debt.

More than once, in their minds,
I've interrupted their blood sacrifice.

The butcher boy said, if I didn't
choose someone else to sacrifice,

they'd choose for me.

So that's what's been going on
in the woods.

- Pagan sacrifice?
- Among other dangers, yes.

And now they've chosen me?

Because somehow they've got
the idea that threatening you

is a good way to get
to my brother.

But that doesn't
matter now, does it?

What matters is finding out who left
this marker in Mary's chambers.

What matters is her safety.

I'll make sure that there's a guard
outside your room at all times.

You need to find out exactly
how serious this threat is.

Ask the hunters that
you know in the woods.

Talk to the guards,
Nostradamus, anyone.

Maybe the servants saw how the
necklace got into my rooms.

I'll question them.

Mary.

I'm sorry.

I'd never have cut those bodies down
if I'd known it would lead to Mary.

I don't blame you
for cutting the bodies down.

I'd have done the same thing.

Then what are you
so angry about?

There are too many secrets
between us, brother.

Far too many.

I'm sorry, Your Grace,
I've never seen it before.

You're certain? And nobody
unfamiliar has entered my chambers?

No, Your Grace.

Ask the household servants if
they've seen any strangers about.

- It's important.
- Yes, Your Grace.

- I'm sorry, Lady Kenna...
- Stop.

You said you would
break things off with Diane.

I trusted you and I took you
at your word.

- Lady Kenna, Your Majesty.
- Oh, yes, I know.

- I did exactly as I promised.
- How can you say that?

You brought her back from Paris and
she stood at your side as she always has.

Come, stand at my side.

Please.

It's been a long time
since I used that word.

It's true, it's an honor
to stand beside a King.

It implies something.

I understand that.

But...

to have a King behind you.

And...

on his knees.

♪ I'll take the easy cynicism

♪ Less talking, more reason...

(moans)

♪ I... over you...

Why is she back here?

Diane's being moved
to the cottage.

You... are my mistress,
Lady Kenna.

She is my friend
and the mother of my son.

The cottage?
Here on the grounds?

The grounds are
quite expansive.

- When?
- I don't know. Shortly.

There's an architect she employs in Paris.
Some renovations are required.

- Renovations?
- Yes.

- Well, how long will that take?
- Kenna.

I don't know.

And I don't care.
And neither should you.

♪ I, I, I...

It's over with her.

I'm with you now.

♪ Over you...

So...

♪ That's all you get from me.

...Be with me.

Do they really think I could
drag some innocent

into the woods
and slaughter them?

- DIANE: Could you? To save yourself?
- No.

But to save Mary?

I don't understand how you ever
worshipped alongside these savages.

I was young,
it was a different faith.

We worshipped the natural world.

A sacrifice was only a very
small part of it.

It was not human.

Do they count me one of them
because of you?

I don't know.

The larger question is
what people here in the castle

would consider you if they knew.

I'm Catholic. I practice
my father's religion.

- As do you.
- Have no illusions.

If they learned about my past,
we would both burn as heretics.

We're outsiders. You live here
at your father's will.

And someday, your brother's.
Do not covet his future wife.

Even the laws of your chosen
faith are clear on that.

- Mary is in danger because of me.
- And Francis knows that.

- If anything happened to her...
- He will blame you.

So... there's my choice?

Choose someone to kill...

Or let them kill Mary?

It's only a matter of time
now that they've marked her.

Pay the debt.

And then harden your heart
against her.

(liquid dripping)

(screams)

We need to get you
out of here.

They must have drugged me.

There's no other way
I-I would sleep through this.

My head feels as heavy
as that stag's.

- Please sit down, then.
- Look at my hand.

It looks as though
I've been burned.

Where you touched
the pendant.

Perhaps it was dipped in some sort
of poisonous oil, sumac or ivy.

How much danger am I in?

I don't know,
but I'm going to find out.

BASH:
Mary, are you all right?

Stay here.
I'll be right back.

- I don't know you at all.
- Yes, you do.

- This was meant to terrorize us.
- And motivate you.

- That's why they chose Mary.
- This horror was not my doing.

You need to remedy this.

I'd do it myself, but it's you
that they want something from.

You do realize what
you're asking me to do.

I don't blame you for their actions,
but it's you who brought this on Mary.

They're asking me to take a life.
A life; a person.

To hang them from a tree,
slit their throat, and bleed them out.

- You do know that?
- Did you consult your experts?

Whoever it is
that you know in secret?

Or whatever it is
that you know in secret?

(door creaks)

Is there really no other way?

Good Lord, what is that?

How could this
have happened?

You've had someone break
into my room before.

Why don't you tell us
how it's done?

Are you accusing me of this?

We're not accusing you
of any involvement, Mother.

Does that mean
you know who's done this?

Right now, we're less worried
about who than how.

They'd have to have drugged her.

This is poppy.

I suspect your guard
was given the same thing.

Where is he?

Infirmary.
Severe stomach pains.

That means he drank
too much of it.

A stag's head. What message
is that meant to convey?

It's a symbol...

of the pagans.

What do either of you know
about pagans?

Only what
everyone knows...

That they're becoming bolder,
more ruthless, and thirsty for blood.

And it seems the more fear they spread,
the more power that they gain.

These devils have come inside
our walls.

Inside my home.

These heretics worked
together to threaten us.

Now we must work
together to stop them.

What an inviting little party.

Has Diane finally deigned
to acknowledge that we exist?

It's not Diane's gathering,
it's mine.

But these are
the King's chambers.

Yes, well, now they're
my chambers, too.

Because we're in love.
(chuckles)

You were bound to find out soon enough.
I just wanted to tell you myself.

- You and the King?
- In love?

I'm the King's
official mistress.

It's shocking, I know.
And amazing.

Kenna, it is,
it's... amazing.

You all probably think
it's a horrid idea...

Just like Mary.

Mary thinks
it's a bad idea?

- Why?
- You know Mary. Always so worried.

So cautious.

I suppose it's her job to worry.
It's not mine.

- I should say not.
- What's that mean?

Nothing.

If you're happy,
we're happy. Aren't we?

So, give us the details.

How did it happen?
When were you first alone with him?

Has he been
courting you for a long time?

It was fast.
Um, unexpected.

(gasping breaths)

GREER: But you knew him well
before things went too far?

Your Grace.

- KENNA: Very well.
- Can you tell us anything?

Does Catherine know?
What does Diane say?

Oh, who cares what Diane says?

I'm the King's mistress now.

Diane's the mother
of the King's favorite son.

She's a fixture at court.
She's been here for...

Decades, yes, I know.
Too long, some might say.

And now it's my turn.

The King can move on.

Kenna, that might not
be so easy.

It's been easy enough
for him so far.

Well, yes, I'm sure, but...

Look at those tiles.

"H" and "D" for Henry and Diane.

Their love is literally
written in stone.

What is this, water?
I asked for mint sprigs.

Most of the castle servants
are gathered to hear from you.

Shall I send a few back
to the kitchen?

Your uniform, Robert.
It's a disgrace! Fix it.

- You may let them in now.
- What are you waiting for?

By now, you've all heard
what has happened.

Someone who is no friend of France
has invaded the castle and threatened us.

All of us.

This was done in the name
of a faith

that some of you may feel
sympathy for.

Please know that we do not
judge this faith today,

only the actions that someone
has wrongly taken in its name.

Queen Catherine and I cannot promise
that the guilty parties will not suffer.

Only that they will suffer
more intensely

if someone does not come
forward.

For the sake of France,
for your King, and for peace,

if you know anything,
please step forward.

You will have our protection...

And our thanks.

None of you have
stepped forward,

that must mean that none
of you knows anything.

that none of you knows anything.

Except that isn't
possible, is it?

Let me explain why
we will have an answer.

People are questioning whether
they're safe in this castle.

My home.

That means
they're questioning me...

And everyone in this room.

One of you knows who did this.
And they will come forward.

By midnight.

If not...

I will send my guards
to your villages

and burn each of your homes
to the ground.

No killers on hand, my Lord,
if that's what you're looking for.

A baker who tried to sleep
with a nobleman's serving maid,

two drunks, and a thief from Alsace.

(sighs)

- Bring me the thief.
- Release Samson.

Don't tell anyone
I was here.

Yes, my Lord.

Don't call me "my Lord."

KENNA: They pain me.
Doesn't that matter to you?

HENRY:
Yes, but this is my bedroom.

I don't want to vacate it for repairs
which don't need to be made.

- The tiles stay.
- Well, I can't bear to look at them.

Then don't. I'll have them covered
with any tapestry you like.

Tapestries Diane's chosen.

- She decorated this room, didn't she?
- Oh, Kenna. I'm weary of this.

I'm beginning to find affairs
of state more appealing.

- Yes, I can't take my mind off them.
- You're being ridiculous.

Diane's having
a 15-bedroom cottage redone.

And you won't even replace
some tiles for me?

Do you stop to think
what this must be like for me?

- I risked everything for you.
- Kenna.

They're just tiles.

And how many believed you
when you told them that?

Where are they now?

- I won't be one of them.
- You have me.

- You have nothing to fear.
- You say that.

Yes, and if you can't
trust my word,

how can changing some tiles
be enough to persuade you?

I don't know. But if it matters enough,
you'll find the answer.

If you don't mind my asking,
my Lord, where are we going?

I told you. You're being conscripted
for a military mission.

Where will we meet
these other soldiers?

I've fought for the King before.
Usually we gathered up in the Bailey.

This way. (Horse snorts)

That's Blood Wood.
Is that where we're going?

- Would you rather go to jail?
- I might.

What do you want from me?
What's going on?

We're not going to meet up
with other soldiers, are we?

Keep moving.
Stop talking.

We're almost there.

Come on.
(horse neighing, snorting)

Where's Mary?

I don't know.

The last I saw her, she was
questioning the staff with the Queen.

I'm sure she'll be here soon.
Who'd want to miss this?

I suppose the King wants
our minds off our troubles.

KENNA: I wish I could
get my mind off him.

Did I go too far?

Demanding that he
tear out a handful of tiles.

Where is the King now?

He said I mustn't
miss the fireworks.

Of course he wouldn't say
why he couldn't join me.

Was he trying to get rid of me so
he could have a moment alone with Diane?

Is there some other mistress
that he's courting?

God knows I've been trying
his patience lately.

- Kenna, shut up.
- I'm sorry!

God, no wonder he can't
stand me anymore.

No, shut up and look.

(gasps)

(laughs)

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Yeah, yeah

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Yeah, yeah.

- You're missing the fireworks.
- So are you.

Most of the household staff
has been interviewed.

We caught a groom in a lie,
but it led nowhere.

Has Bash learned anything?

He said he was going to question
the seriousness of the threat.

He knows how serious it is.

I've been doing some questioning of my
own, and do you know what I've learned?

No, tell me.

That Bash used his position, and money
to take a prisoner from the castle jails.

A prisoner he warned
would not be returning.

A thief.

And I can guarantee you that
that thief does not deserve

to be strung up in the woods
and slaughtered like an animal.

And Bash does not deserve
to be the one to do it.

Is that what it means
to pay the debt?

Human sacrifice?

Bash wouldn't do it.
I think he would.

For you.

And I can't say that I don't want him to.
Because I care for you as well.

I knew that my brother had
feelings for you, I just...

- Had no idea how deep they ran.
- You needn't worry about that.

But there is something
I should tell you.

If you mean to tell me that you've
been in his arms, you needn't bother.

I saw you.
I saw you both.

It was a mistake,
I wasn't thinking, and he...

He what? Forgot that
he was my brother?

Forgot that you were my fiancée?

I know that I've made
mistakes with Olivia.

Seems like the biggest mistake that I made
was being completely honest with you.

I've been nothing but since you returned,
and each time I've paid the price.

Well, tonight, Bash is paying
the price as well.

I didn't realize...

I've warned you of the stakes
of life at court.

I told you that we can't act
on whim, on feeling.

- You didn't listen.
- I did!

Then why are we here now?

And who will my brother be
when he returns?

I wonder if Henry's cheap
display of affection works.

If the melted candles
pleased his young mistress.

Maybe the fireworks
had unintended benefits

of frightening
the heathens in the woods.

Do you think they fear fire?

Those pagans?

I couldn't say,
Your Majesty.

They should.

(knocking)

WOMAN: May I have a
word with Her Majesty?

This one claims
she has information.

Hmm.

Y-Your Highness.
I know it's late, but...

You realized the time,
and you knew your house

was about to burn down.
I understand why you're here.

Yes, Your Grace.

Well, out with it then.

Contrary to public opinion, I do not
relish destroying people's homes.

I believe the girl was hoping
for some confidentiality.

Wait just outside,
if you please.

I'll call if I need anything.

You'd better have more
than mere gossip.

You already have my suspicion
for waiting so long.

My father always told me

that to stick your neck in
was to see your neck cut.

- Well...
- And...

Though I saw one of your guards
take that stag's head,

- I didn't see his face...
- Was it one of my guards?

Yes.

I could tell by his uniform.

He came in for scraps
as they often do.

He didn't think
anyone saw him.

And he-he's a guard,
I wasn't about to stop him.

- You stick your neck in and...
- Yes, we've already covered that.

I have nearly a hundred guards.

Did you notice anything
about him, anything at all?

He was covered in blood.

Once he had that thing in his grasp.
I can tell you that.

You didn't see no
blood on anyone?

No, I didn't see
a guard drenched in blood.

If he'd a brain,
he'd have changed.

He would have changed.

But a guard has
only one uniform.

Another's would be
ill-fitting, unkempt.

My guard Robert,
where did he go?

He left, Your Highness.
He said you dismissed him.

Well, I didn't.

He's responsible
for the stag's head

placed in the queen
of Scotland's room.

He's a heretic! Find him.
Now!

What are you gonna do to me?

(grunts)

Tie it around your feet.

My feet?

Are you one of those devils of the woods?
The ones who-who spill blood?

I said tie your feet.
And stop talking.

- Please.
- Stop begging.

- Say your prayers. You have time.
- Time? Time for what?

I need an audience.
Or all this will be for naught.

I only stole the money
to feed my family.

Maybe I deserve to lose
a hand, but not-not-not this!

My little girl,
she's only three.

She needs her father
to look after her.

We all have people
to look after.

(rustling nearby)

Oh, please, don't do this!

(crying): Oh, no! Don't...
(yelling)

Please release me!

Silence or I will peel you
before I slice you.

I don't deserve this!
Oh, God! No!

You've threatened
someone very close to me.

Now, I need to know.

If I kill someone, anyone, even
someone as wretched as this,

my debt will be paid.

The conditions are simple.

Make the choice and the
offering, any human offering,

and your debt is paid.

Then I choose you.

Don't pretend this faith
is so strange to you.

You're betraying your family,
bastard-born or not.

Shut up!

(both grunting)

It's not just the King's
blood in your veins.

Your mother's blood
is our blood.

(grunting)

(gasping)

I think you're ignorant,
I think the bloodlust is in you.

(gasps)

Now it's in you.

Oh, please.

(door opens)

I know that frown.

I see the same on you.

Are you not
happy to see me?

Yes. Of course.

I was thinking about our son.

I'm sure it's not easy
on him to see you displaced.

It's not the first time.

I feel displaced
as well.

She wants to... change things.

There's workers in my bedroom.
Dust and noise.

How long will the work take
on the cottage, hmm?

You don't need to worry about it.
I'll take care of it all.

Why can't she do that?

Fix things without bothering me?

She's very young.
Perhaps she'll learn.

- (scoffs) When will I learn?
- I don't care what you learn.

As long as you
don't forget.

Not with you to remind me.
(chuckles)

- Has Sebastian returned?
- SARAH: Not yet.

And you told his servant
to bring word immediately?

- I did. My Lady, you need to rest.
- Yes, fear is exhausting.

That guard will be caught
before dawn,

but I wish I knew Bash had returned
without harm to himself or...

Come and sit with me, Sarah.

Tell me something about yourself
I don't know.

There must be some story
you'd find more diverting than mine.

- Some fairy tale maybe?
- One with a happy ending.

Shall I return
that for you?

You lied.

You said that you had
never seen the necklace,

but you're the one
who put it on my pillow.

Guards! Don't bother.
If the King's bastard

fails again to pay his debt,
he'll need to learn.

- How many of you are there?
- Enough.

Sarah, you'll burn for this!
All of you.

Guards!

(screams)
Jackal, let me go!

SAMSON: In the end,
you did nothing wrong.

Though I wish I'd known
what you were planning.

- Better that you didn't.
- More convincing, I suppose.

Lord knows
you convinced me.

I'd have done the same,
in your position.

Anything it takes
to protect someone I love.

But now you don't need
to do a thing more.

What else would
I do, exactly?

- After my debt was paid?
- Nothing.

You think I still
mean you harm?

- Why would that be?
- All I meant was...

You don't pick
your family or their faith.

And it doesn't matter whose
blood flows through your veins.

You choose your own path.
Or your King will.

I come from a town where it's
better to be a Protestant.

But now, being so close
to the King, I'm Catholic.

Declared.
Devout, even.

How close do you think
I am to the King?

- Do you know who I am?
- No.

You think I once shared the faith
of those savages, that it was mine?

- No.
- Mine and my family's?

The family I couldn't pick.

I don't want anything, I swear.
You're the King's bastard.

And my mother is?

Diane de Poitiers.

(screams)

FRANCIS: Are you all right?
Were you hurt?

I'm fine.

Have they caught
your mother's guard?

Robert was caught fleeing
through the Blood Wood.

Now he's down in
the jails with your maid.

They'll be questioned...
until they are burned.

It's done.
The debt's been paid.

You're safe now.

Bash, what did you do?
Tell me.

I'm sure it was more than you
thought you were capable of.

- If we're finished...
- We're not.

You were both in terrible danger because
of what you mean to each other...

And what that meant to me.

For a moment, more
than one, I thought

you deserved
to die for what you did.

Not by my hand,
but in the wood.

That if it happened, you'd have
brought it on yourself.

- MARY: Francis...
- But it could be at my hand.

We both know it.
I'm going to be King someday.

Mary is already a Queen.
We are rulers.

We need to lead with a clear
head and compassion.

We've too much power to let anger
and jealousy cloud our judgment.

And our situation...

Well, it lets others
get between us.

Not if we swear to be true
to one another. Not if we promise.

What is an engagement but a promise?
And it means nothing.

Because unless it makes sense
for France, I can't marry you.

And if a better option arises
for Scotland, you need to take it.

- It is your duty.
- What are you saying?

We have positioned ourselves
for the worst sort of pain.

When it is right for France,
should you agree,

I will be by your side,
fully committed.

Until then...

You can spend your time
with others.

I have to accept that.

You mean I do.

Is this really about Olivia?

Someone needs to take control
of things between us.

I can do it.

I can keep my distance.

Even if it means releasing you
to another.

Anyone...

But not my brother.

Is that a warning,
little brother?

Yes, it is.

I can't promise
you anything.

You can't burn the truth,
or him!

He is sent by the true gods.
Defy him, and he will come for you!

For your last drop of blood.

Your sons and daughters, too!

(sobbing)

(screaming)

AYLEE: Mary, you can't watch this.

I begged them to offer her
the mercy of a quick death

before they put her on the pyre.

(couple screaming,
arrow releases)

(man screaming)

They put an arrow
in her, then.

They're not who
we thought they were.

He threatened
my life tonight.

- The blood priest?
- I was speaking of Francis.

Trying to rule his heart
by ruling mine.

We're not safe here.

You have to heed your
brother's warning about Mary.

The real warning is
that there are people

who matter more,
and people who matter less.

Those who will be remembered,
and those who will be forgotten.

I'll make sure
you're remembered.