Reign (2013–2017): Season 4, Episode 8 - Uncharted Waters - full transcript

Previously on Reign...

She knows.

Charles isn't at a
monastery in Reims, is he?

The king of France has gone missing.

- What did you say your name was?
- Nicole.

If you could convince Charles
to return with us as king, then,

we'd happily bring you along.

How dare you threaten my country

or my reign. You have no power over me.

I am a Protestant.

He's a heretic?!



I know this isn't what
you wanted, but for now,

this marriage will protect you.

I can't stay here.

I feel a poison in my heart.

If you're looking for Lord Bothwell,

you'll find him in that tavern.

I need you to give my brother
James access to your port.

I don't give anyone anything.

I'm a businessman.

The Crown is willing to pay five
percent of the trade profits.

Make it 25%.

That's more than fair.

Fine.

Do we have a deal?



Now that I think about it, no.

Keira, you love me for who I really am.

Another warning from the Loyal Watchman.

Every time he writes,
he speaks the truth.

Don't bother trying to deny
you're having an affair.

If I do marry you, it'll
be for the good of Scotland

and the promise of
England and nothing more.

You're late.

You're lucky they aren't here yet.

I apologize.

Wouldn't want to miss
greeting your Medici guests.

They are our Medici guests,

and we must present a strong
and united front for them.

- I'm here now.
- It's not just about now.

Over the coming week,
guests will be arriving

from across the continent to
witness our Catholic wedding,

and few are as important
as Lucrezia de Medici.

She lends legitimacy and strength

both to my Scottish rule

and our joint claims
to the English throne.

And there it is... the one reason
you're still keeping me around.

Yes.

Don't make me regret my decision.

In fact, if you have any other

affairs or secrets to spring on me,

you'd best get them out of the way now.

I know I made a mistake with Keira.

She's in the past. You are
all that matters to me now.

There's my favorite hell-raiser!

Darnley, you handsome bastard.

- Hey.
- Malcolm! Um, excuse me.

He's an old friend. You've arrived.

You made it!

Should have known it would take
a crown to nail you down.

Your Grace.

The Duchess of Florence
and her family have arrived.

Lady Lucrezia, thank you so much

for traveling such a great distance.

No distance is too great

to honor the widow of our dear cousin,

Francis de Valois.

The queen was in
a childless marriage before.

Are you certain the
goods aren't damaged?

A barren wife is about as
much use as soggy firewood.

Careful. That's my
future wife you speak of.

But to your point, it is said

that Francis was a frail dwarf
with undescended testicles.

How dare you!

- Duchess, I didn't, um...
- Francis was a wonderful

king we Medicis are
proud to be related to.

If this is the behavior
we're to be subjected to

at this wedding, we will be
taking our leave... immediately.

You have

no idea what you've done.

And Francis was more of a
man than you will ever be!

She's good. What
we failed to do in months,

Nicole has achieved
practically overnight.

She has Charles regaining favor

with the Catholic nobles.

Precisely as we directed her.

I welcome
you here today to honor

these three men for their valor

and loyalty to their crown and country.

Lord Dechamps, you've been deemed worthy

of the accolade of knighthood.

Did you sleep with her?

I didn't have to. I paid for
her influence over Charles.

And it wasn't cheap.

Have you any news from
your impetuous daughter,

the queen of Spain?

Well, she's back in Spain, thank God.

But she's not happy.

I informed her Prince Henry's

return to France has been delayed.

'Cause he is fighting Turks

on behalf of the Catholic faith.

I thought that should please her.

Well, yes, she likes
the slaughter of infidels,

but she wants Henry on the throne,

not his older brother.

Leeza will allow Charles

to remain king while Henry's delayed.

And in the meantime, she's requesting

that I attend Mary's wedding.

She insists that I represent

both France and Spain's
support of a Catholic union.

Meanwhile, back at home,

every moment Charles remains Protestant,

we run the risk of his
conversion getting out.

Inciting civil war, which is why

Charles must give up
this flight of fancy.

Especially with Henry on his way.

Nicole's power of persuasion

better be all she promised.

Charles must reembrace.

Catholicism and soon.

I was defending you

against rumors of barrenness.

Is it not better that the blame

be placed on Francis rather than you?

Defending me does us no good

if it loses us our Medici support.

And attacks Francis, a man I loved.

The Medici family has toiled
for generations to rise

from the merchant classes.
They take great pride

in their connection to
the French royal family,

and your insult

undermined their very status.

I will apologize to the duchess and...

Do you think an apology
is going to fix this?

The duchess has already booked
passage back to Florence.

Her ship leaves the day after next.

Then let her go. Good riddance.

If the duchess goes,
she takes her support

and the promise of funding with her.

All right, then we will
find out what it takes

to convince her to stay.

I've already taken care
of that, she wants lands

belonging to Lord Theodore Davies.

- That's it? And for what purpose?
- Not only are the lands

quite valuable, but
they come with a title.

The Earldom of Menteith.

And only with this exchange
is she willing to continue

supporting my rule.

How can I help?

Try not to do anything
else to embarrass me.

As queen, I need to
handle this personally

to expedite the negotiation.

Mary, we can't go on like this.

If I am to be your king,

then I must be your partner too.

Partner?

You have lied to me, cheated on me,

humiliated me... how exactly
do you expect me to treat you?

I will marry you because
I see no other option.

But that is the only reason.

Your Majesty.

What an unexpected
and pleasant surprise.

Lord Bothwell.

You were also... unexpected.

Do you work for Lord Davies?

I... do not.

Then why are you mending his wall?

- You here to see him?
- Yes, I am.

Let me help you out of your carriage.

What's your business with Lord Davies?

It concerns his estate.

And it is no business of yours.

- Where is he?
- Not here.

When will he return?

I suspect... never.

"These are no longer Lord
Davie" lands, they're mine.

I parlayed for them. Cards.

I'm actually quite good

when someone isn't
there to reveal my hand.

You won this property gambling?

No, I won it through my quick wit
and a healthy dose of risk-taking.

So if you have something to say

concerning this estate,
you'll have to say it to me.

Why are we walking
away from your house?

Taking long walks helps keep

my mind clear when I negotiate.

Just name your price
for the estate and I'll pay it.

I don't have time to negotiate with you.

Shouldn't you
be preparing a wedding?

What's a simple land transfer
to the queen of Scots?

This simple land transfer could save me

from a public disaster
that could cost us

a critical alliance with Florence.

If you refuse to cooperate,
then everything I have sacrificed

to make this marriage
happen will be for nothing.

So you're still determined
to marry the Englishmen?

I am determined to rule my country.

And the sooner you sign
over the deed to the duchess,

the sooner I can go back to doing that.

And you can go back to...

playing cards and
swindling people in taverns.

As I recall, everyone in that
tavern got what they wanted.

You're like a dog with
a bone when it comes to

protecting what's yours.

It's my best trait.

I'm the most loyal of friends,

or the worst of enemies.

Your mother chose the former.

You worked closely with her?

I did.

And in honor of that,

I'll consider selling you these lands.

But having acquired them so recently,

I need to survey the
area in order to assess

the value of the estate.

And to do that will
require a short boat ride.

Fortunately,

my boat will only fit two.

You expect me to get in a boat

- with you, alone?
- Either join me on the survey,

and we can continue the conversation

or you can return to court empty-handed.

It makes no difference to me.

Fine.

I will go on this little
boat trip with you.

But you better row fast, I have
no more time to waste on this.

Or you.

We found him, Your Majesty.

John Hawkins, the man Spain

is determined I imprison.

Your Majesty, I'm just
a well-meaning privateer.

I've done nothing
against you or England.

Perhaps not, but you've been accused

of stealing Spanish treasure valued at

10,000 pounds while at
sea in the new world.

That makes you a thief. And a pirate.

I prefer the term "explorer."

But officially my title

is Captain Hawkins.

Give me one reason,

Captain Hawkins, why I shouldn't comply

with Spain's request and
throw you in the Tower?

My voyage to New Spain
was not about theft,

but about discovery.

If you'll allow me...

A fruit from the New World.

It's called a tomato.

This is a fruit?

Some say vegetable... standing argument.

Let me make my case
to you that I am more

than just a thief. Send the guards back

to retrieve my other
treasures from the New World,

and I will show you all the
wonders they have to offer.

You've just earned yourself
a dinner with the queen.

We'll see then if your discoveries

are worth defying Spain.

Claude.

It's been weeks since our wedding.

I'm glad you're keeping count.

People are starting to notice

that we are still living
in separate quarters.

I understand that you needed some time,

but you can't keep avoiding me forever.

We're talking now, aren't we?

Claude...

I am sorry for what happened, truly.

But now that Leith is gone...

where does that leave us?

- We are wed...
- And the deal was

I would give you heirs if
you would let me have Leith.

But I cannot have him anymore.

Yet he still has your heart.

Claude, I am not pressing for heirs.

I'm simply here to remind you

that I promised you a
lifetime of happiness.

That is a promise I intend to honor.

It feels like everything's
crumbling around me.

I'm worried about Charles, my mother

has sent for Henry, which
can only mean one thing.

With Charles's instability

and his new religion,

she believes he won't
last on the throne.

Well, she sent for the
next in line to replace him.

That's a good thing, isn't it?

Charles will finally be free
of the pressures of being king.

You don't understand.

Even if Charles willingly

abdicates, people will still say

that he's the rightful king.

And the faction that supports Henry

will never allow Charles to live,

to be a threat.

Luc, this could not only

be my brother's downfall,

but his death.

A castle you can eat.

Painted food.

Isn't it extraordinary?

I see life at court suits you.

And not just the cake
you had commissioned.

My family greatly benefited

from your generosity
after our last arrangement.

I was hoping I could make

their lives more...
permanently comfortable.

I had a similar thought.

There's a lovely manor house,

just outside of Meaux.

It would make a perfect home.

And how would I earn that?

Undo whatever it is
you and your family did

to turn Charles Protestant.

Convince him to come back
to his Catholic faith.

Charles came to that
decision on his own.

I don't know why or how.

There was no talk of
faith or conversion?

My relationship with Charles

earned me his ear.

But his conversion was something else.

He found a comfort

and a peace in the
simplicity of our lives.

Interesting.

Well, be that as it may,

if you want to stay here,

you will use every

resource you have to convert him back.

Because if you don't,

Charles will lose more than just

his religious freedom.

He will lose everything!

And where would that leave you?

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Best time of year
to visit the region.

Although, the weather...

can be a little unpredictable.

Where exactly are you taking me?

There's a good vantage
point about a mile from here.

Don't worry, I'll have you back
before the storm arrives.

I don't have time to play
your games, Lord Bothwell.

This isn't a game.

Not while you and
your rule are at stake.

Just wanted a moment of your time,

away from the eyes and ears of court.

Well, you give me little choice.

What is it you wanted to say?

Darnley will be your undoing.

Lord Darnley will
be my husband and your king.

Yeah, but should he be?

A man who deceives you

in order to give himself an advantage,

whose arrogance causes him
to act without thinking,

who speaks out of turn to
you and those who you love.

How do you know all this?

Whispers travel like
wildfire around here.

Especially those pertaining
to you and your Lord Darnley.

There will be whispers
no matter who I marry.

Darnley is not the asset

you imagine him to be.

If you marry him,

you'll spend the rest of your life

trying to rectify the
damage that he causes.

What you actually need is a partner,

by your side.

This marriage will not be one of love.

But it will get me England

and that alone makes
Darnley worth the sacrifices,

not the least of which

is spending the afternoon
trapped in a boat

with a tavern gambler.

Flash flood. Quick, get to the bank!

Come on!

The boat is gone.

Brilliant.

Now we're stranded.

Being Catholic, I grew up thinking

sex wasn't for pleasure.

But you...

have taught me otherwise.

Charles?

Is that why you became Protestant?

- What?
- To get away from

all the guilt of sex? All the rules?

I don't want to talk about this.

It's just...

now that I've seen your life,

here at court, I can't help but wonder,

wouldn't it be easier,

better even,

if you were Catholic?

All these pleasures would
still be at your disposal.

There's no use wondering about that.

I'm Protestant now.

But your most loyal and
powerful subjects are not.

France is at peace now,
but not that long ago,

Protestants... regular, kind
people like my family and I...

were being persecuted.

If they heard their king

now shared their faith,

war would break out and all their blood

would be on your hands.

These aren't your words.

Has my mother been speaking to you,

or has Narcisse?

Charles...

they have a good point.

And they want to help.

If you would simply

say you're Catholic, even
if you're not at heart,

you could prevent all of that.

No.

I know you think you're helping me.

But I'm Protestant now.

Turning my back on that would mean

relinquishing myself to the darkness

that nearly destroyed me.

You of all people
should understand that.

You know, that'll dry
much faster if you remove it.

You are wearing a petticoat, aren't you?

I can't take it off;
It took two servants

to put it on.

Let me guess.

You'd rather soak there in
misery than ask for my help.

Seems like it only takes one person.

I promised the duchess

I would get the deed to the estates

to her by nightfall.

Once we dry off a bit,

I'll need your help getting back

the fastest way possible.

There's no use to go back.

They can't get the deed tonight.

It's being kept by a merchant,

at least a day's ride from here.

When I arrived this morning,

you didn't show me around
your lavish new home.

In fact,

you seemed quite anxious to
get me away from the estate

and onto that boat.

Now I am asking you for your help

in this urgent matter, and suddenly

the deed is elsewhere?

These aren't really your lands,
are they, Bothwell?

I needed some time alone with you

to convince you to call off
this disastrous marriage.

I should have known.

You are a liar and a scoundrel!

Mary, wait.

You knew what Darnley had done.

You knew I was coming
to see Lord Davies and

you were waiting for me!

You deceived me into
wasting an entire day

while my country suffers.

Is the future of Scotland
a joke to you, Bothwell?

The future of Scotland

is everything to me.

I was trying to protect you, Mary.

I am not yours to protect!

Yes, you are.

I promised your mother
that I'd watch over you.

That when you return to Scotland,

I would defend you and your throne

from any threat, and
I've kept that promise.

I've kept you safe and aware
of Darnley's true nature

at every turn.

You've been watching over me?

And warning me about...

Darnley? You've known?

You're my Loyal Watchman.

Yes.

I am.

There are monstrous fish,

scaled like a serpent,

but with short legs, they
can crawl onto dry land.

I've seen them with my own eyes.

And birds of every color.

Imagine parrots the size of ravens.

How marvelous.

I brought something
back called a turkey.

Ugly bird, to be sure,
but quite delicious.

Yes. My guards warned me
of the large, angry chicken.

They've deemed it unsafe.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome

to the Great Court of Elizabeth I,

where fruit and land fowl
strike fear into the hearts

- of men and queens.
- Captain Hawkins,

you are here by my grace only.

I will not have you question the rules.

You will abide by them.

That's bloody boring.

Do you have something to add?

Yes.

That sounds bloody boring.

Leave us.

I can see how you incurred Spain's

displeasure, Hawkins.

You could use a lesson in manners.

But I admit

you do make for good company.

What's that?

Distilled wormwood.

Not so boring after all.

Did you just shush me?

I don't know. Did I?

Damn!
That was supposed to go in.

Once again,

the great Hawkins
defeats the enemy gourd.

We're out. I win.

Go and fetch your precious
metals, and I'll change that.

They belong to the Crown now.

They belong to Spain.

- And they will be returned.
- Why?

Spain simply took that gold
from a land they'd happened

to sail to first... it could
just as easily have been yours.

- That and so much more, Your Majesty.
- Enough.

What really happened in New Spain

between you and the Spanish?

We were forced to seek port in San Juan

after a storm had battered our ships.

The Spaniards there agreed to allow us

to make repairs in
peace, but we soon learned

that a Spaniard's word is worth dirt.

They attacked us.

I barely escaped with my life.

The others were not so lucky.

That's awful.

The gold they stole from Spain

is nothing compared
to what they did to us.

As you said, Spain has
claimed the New World,

and they won't let anyone
else profit from it.

But why only them? Their power derives

from the riches of those lands.

There's no reason that
we can't do the same.

No reason England cannot rival Spain.

That's a grand idea,
but it's not possible.

Spain is the most
powerful nation in Europe,

and England is small,
surrounded by Catholic enemies.

I have enough to deal with here

on this continent.

I can't afford to
challenge Spain on another.

No, they will get their treasure back.

And what happens to me?

I'll make up some excuse

about your release this time.

But if it happens again,

I'll have no choice but to imprison you.

Just as I was starting to
think you shared my vision

of an England whose greatness
reaches beyond this continent.

The world is bigger than
Europe, Your Majesty.

I wondered if you might
have a moment, Your Majesty?

Does it require my signature?

It does not.

I only wish to discuss a matter

of great importance to me.

Perhaps we can go outside

for a bit of archery.

It appears you can use some fresh air.

So they've gotten to you as well.

Who?

Lord Narcisse, your father,

and my mother.

They've sent you to offer
counsel on my health,

my religious beliefs.

Actually, I came to ask
for your counsel.

Your sister Claude, though we are wed,

the truth is I don't know her at all.

I'd like to, but she
doesn't make that easy.

I'm hardly one to give marriage advice.

No, perhaps not. But you do know Claude.

I-I want to learn what she enjoys.

Something we might share together.

She loves the stars.

When we were children, she
used to gaze at them for hours,

deep into the night.

She told me once that
no matter what happened,

no matter where we found ourselves,

the stars would remain constant.

Always there to give us
direction and comfort.

Does that help?

Very much. Thank you.

Well, I'll let you get back to work.

Wait. Actually,

I do think I might like some fresh air.

Magnificent shot.

Francis was an excellent teacher.

Who taught you? Was it your father?

No.

He wasn't around much
when I was learning archery

or anything else.

Too busy giving advice here at court?

You mentioned that he and your mother

had been pressuring you?

They think I've made a horrible mistake

by becoming Protestant.

What is it about the
Protestant teachings

that appeals to you?

It isn't so much the teachings.

It's that, as a Protestant,
I'm free to make choices

without the Pope telling
me what is right and wrong.

I'm free to rule on my own terms

without all that...
pressure and oversight.

And you don't believe
that Protestant leaders

will exert the same pressure

once they learn you share their faith?

Protestant or Catholic,
these are people.

People with self-serving interests,

agendas, and demands.

I'm afraid you've simply exchanged

one source of pressure for another.

How do I escape it?

Well, as king you will
always feel pressure.

But you are not alone.

Lean on those who care for you

and know your heart best... your family.

I promise, you will find
strength and wisdom there.

Are you sure this is the
way to Lord Davies' home?

You still don't trust me?

Nothing engenders trust more

than a man who uses
lies and misdirection

to further his agenda.

My agenda is to keep you safe.

Despite my objections to your marriage,

I may need the duchess' support
in order to protect your throne,

so if you've promised her these lands,

I shall help you deliver them.

You have my word.

Why the Loyal Watchman?

Why not just sign your
true name to your messages?

I made a lot of enemies
working for Marie de Guise.

She was a Catholic, after all.

And when your mother died
and James assumed the regency,

well, he made sure to erase any trace

of her Catholic regime.

I've been unwelcome at court ever since.

My brother was in a
very difficult pos...

He's a political animal
with very little regard for me.

And if I'd signed my name,
he would have advised you

to ignore my warnings completely.

I had to reach you another way.

Is something the matter, Bothwell?

Strange. Your mother
spoke of you so often...

your courage, your beauty, and your wit.

I felt like I knew you
before you'd even arrived.

Hold, sir! State your business.

Mary.

Do you know him?

I've never seen him before.

I have a message for you before you wed.

Before I wed?

Not a step closer, sir.

No, let him finish. Tell me.

You will have love or
an heir, but not both.

If you choose a child, it will be a son,

and he will rule both nations.

England and Scotland,

united at last, and in peace.

This is your fate.

It is a choice, once made,

that is immutable.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

I never dreamed that the queen of Scots

would be bringing me water.

I've instructed Lord Bothwell

to get my guards to help
get you back to court

to see the physician.

How did you get here, Mr. Rizzio?

Please, call me David.

I'm a merchant from Turin.

Came with the prospect of business.

I had an accident on the road,

and I was thrown by my horse.

I hit my head, and when I woke,

I was in the company of Druids.

The Druid who rescued me told me

that he had an urgent message for Mary.

Not "the queen" or "Her Majesty," but...

Mary.

Like a friend would speak of you.

Did this man give you his name?

No, but I remember his face.

Dark hair, bright eyes,

like sea glass.

He told me that he'd
promised you something.

- A promise?
- Yes.

That he would come to you
when you needed him the most.

Sebastian.

Did my friend tell you why

he couldn't deliver
this message himself?

He did.

Or at least his spirit did.

When I parted ways with the Druid,

his spirit continued
to guide me to ensure

that I delivered those words to you.

I must confess, the journey
is very muddled in my mind.

Why do you say "his spirit"?

Is he in peril? Did he foresee
some danger in his future?

I don't know.

Your Grace, the Spanish
ambassador, Lord Renaude,

is demanding an audience with you.

Why has John Hawkins
not yet been arrested?

We received word he was brought to you,

only to be released again.

King Philip will not allow
the theft of Spanish treasure

to go unpunished.

Of course not.

Hawkins has been reprimanded,

and your gold recovered.

Spain will be repaid
in full for her losses.

Reprimanded? Spain could hold England

wholly responsible

and consider this an act of aggression.

I understand.

He will be arrested
and imprisoned at once.

Do not let this happen again.

Your navy is no match
for our Spanish fleet.

And to the north, your Scottish cousin,

already allied with France,

marries with full Vatican support,

with Catholic might
surrounding you by land and sea,

leaving England a diminished power.

A fact you would do well to remember,

Your Majesty.

My apologies to King Philip
for this egregious mistake.

I'm afraid I haven't been
seeing things clearly.

But I will rectify the matter.

Please tell me why you would
give serious consideration

to a prophecy spoken by
a vagrant in the woods?

Rizzio is not a vagrant.

He is a merchant, and he is
recovering in the infirmary.

And he wasn't speaking as himself.

I think he was giving
me a message from Bash.

He joined the Druids to
learn the gift of foresight.

And you've known
others with this "gift"?

You believe in it?

I have seen what can happen
if their words are ignored.

You mean what happened to Francis.

How do you know it's not a trick?

Staged by your Loyal Watchmen?

I know you don't have a high
opinion of Lord Bothwell,

but he made his intentions clear.

To warn me against Darnley.

He would have me believe that
there is another future for me,

one that doesn't include Darnley.

But if this prophecy is
right, then my choice is clear.

Darnley can provide an heir

who represents the future
of both England and Scotland.

And that is more
important than having love.

And what does this prophecy

say about Darnley's
inability to tell the truth?

It's one thing not to have love, but...

Mary, I learned something
while you were away.

Darnley's lover,

Lady Keira, never left town.

She simply moved to a different inn.

And Darnley was seen
leaving court earlier

without an escort of royal guard.

No one knows where to, but...

He continues to see her.

I will marry Darnley,

but I refuse to allow him

to humiliate me in this way.

If this gets out, I will be the woman

who couldn't keep her husband
close on the eve of her wedding.

- I want Keira gone.
- I'll send some men.

No, I want you to remove her yourself.

Throw her out into
the street if you must.

But this ends now!

Stephan.

Charles, he's asked to speak

with a Catholic...

priest.

He's finally come
back to his true faith.

You know, I had my doubts
the girl could do it.

No. It wasn't Nicole.

As I hear it, it was all Luc, your son.

Luc? You certain?

But since Nicole has
her hands on Charles,

we best control her.

You can do that.

Make her fall for you.

I'm not sure bedding the lover
of the king is a wise idea.

Charles is infatuated with Nicole.

He'll rely on her and she
will seek to take advantage.

Isn't it better that you guide

her ambition than it runs wild?

I will consider it.

Good.

Then I'm ready to leave

for Mary's wedding.

I'm here by order of
the queen, Lady Keira.

I have a carriage waiting.

Please, I was told she's not
to leave her room.

- She could...
- What? Be seen?

Is that what Darnley
paid you to prevent?

No, I don't know any Darnley.

God, no!

She's hurt!

I would've appreciated some warning

before spending my night in a cell.

I had a meeting with the
Spanish ambassador yesterday.

He insisted I arrest you.

So once again, you are bending
to the will of Spain.

As far as I'm concerned,

their request has been satisfied.

You're right, there is no reason

I can't rise to challenge Spain's power.

Except my own cowardice.

Catholic France

across the Channel,
Spanish power to the south,

the looming threat of the Vatican,

Mary Stuart's Scotland.

My whole life I have been afraid

of all of it.

I have been so focused
on my own fear, but...

I've been looking in the wrong place.

Why not compare England to Spain?

Why not stretch our
horizons beyond Europe?

Once one does, Europe
looks... very small.

A royal charter.

For exploration and trade.

I designate you, John Hawkins,

to navigate the New World.

To plant the English flag

with the full support of the Crown.

Go. Discover new lands and new riches

and claim them for your country.

I want to be the queen

who makes England the greatest power

the world has ever known.

It's just like being
under the stars at night.

Yes, well, I'm afraid it
was a little too cloudy

for a real starlight picnic.

Aren't you clever.

I love it.

No matter what is happening,

even if it feels like
your world is crumbling,

you can always count on
the stars to be there.

Charles told me.

And...

I hope very much that
one day you'll think of me

in the same way.

I am your husband

and I want to be there
when you need me, Claude.

Thank you...

for the stars.

And... for helping Charles.

Of course. We're family.

Now...

I can't believe I forgot the wine.

I'll be right back.

Charles.

Is everything all right?

Nothing will ever be all right.

I want to run.

Far away.

But I can't go outside.

The woods are dangerous.

I'll start again to ease the fear.

Soil and blood...

Charles.

I was well.

I want to stay well.

Duchess Lucrezia di Medici.

Duchess, I apologize

for the delay in acquiring
the Davies estate.

I hope my patience has paid off.

It will. I've encountered a few
obstacles, but if you can wait

just a little bit longer...

No need.

The estate now belongs to you,

Lady Lucrezia.

Queen Mary

went to great lengths for it.

She's a queen who will sacrifice

much for her allies.

Thank you, Your Grace.

I am pleased to be able to continue

the alliance between
Florence and Scotland.

How did you manage it?

Lord Davies responded
well to your offer.

I simply sweetened the deal
by giving him his choice

of five of my favorite horses.

Might I say...

we make good partners.

Thank you, Lord Bothwell.

Of course, Your Majesty.

Always a pleasure
doing business with you.

You've welcomed him back into court.

He offered me help when I needed it.

Mary, I have bad news.

Keira was sick and weak with fever.

- I didn't know.
- I didn't know either.

I didn't even know she'd stayed in town,

but the physician told her to stay

until she was fully recovered, which...

He said death will come this night,

and it will be a mercy.

I am so sorry.

It was an accident, a horrible,

- tragic accident.
- Call it an accident

if it eases your conscience,

but Keira is paying with her life

for your mistake.

Your rage.

All because you don't trust me.

How can I trust you when
you keep secrets from me?

Where were you going if not to see her?

It was supposed to be a surprise.

I went to a jeweler in Sterling.

Rubies arranged in a Tudor rose.

I thought you could
wear them to our wedding

as a symbol of my commitment to you.

Show the world what our union means.

All to earn your forgiveness,
as your partner.

I had let go of Keira.

And I was reconciled, but...

but not like this.

I will miss her until my dying day.

But what's worse is,

every time I look at you, I will see

the person who killed...

The woman you truly loved.

Tell me...

Mary...

how do I not hate you?

Mary.

My dear child, what is it?

Catherine...

I don't want to to this.

Help me get out of this marriage.