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Previously on "Still Star-Crossed"...

- You know nothing about me.
- I do know some things.

A wedding gift,
to bless this foul union!

Truccio?

This war will never end.

He won't allow it!

Aah!

Ambassador Donato is the Doge's brother.

Don't pretend you won't be
held responsible.

If this was an act
of one House against the other,

why would he hide his loyalty?

If we could find out, Montagues
and Capulets will have a common enemy.

There must be something!
A diary, something!

She didn't just die!

If we run away,

your uncle would make sure

we end up as dead as your friends.

There are worse fates than death.

Take this potion,
and you will appear to be dead.

Juliet.

Beware.

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Beware?

Beware of what, Juliet?

Announce your presence.

You caught me unawares.

I'm sorry, my Lord.

Are you all right?

You look as if you've seen a ghost.

What do you want?

Someone here to see you, my Lord.

Young Montague.

Lord Capulet.

To what do I owe this honor?

I've come to ask for the
afternoon with my fiancée.

What?

I thought Lady Rosaline and I

could walk the Palace Gardens,

or perhaps take a picnic

to the banks of the river.

I've brought my nurse,

to chaperone.

That may guarantee her honor,

but what of her safety?

While your family claims the attack

on your betrothal ceremony

was no work of theirs...

Because it wasn't.

Be that as it may,

a masked madman blew us all

half to bits just days ago.

It's not safe.

We've had a week of peace, my Lord.

And if Lady Rosaline is to be my wife...

if our union is to heal
our city's wounds...

it would suit us both to get to
know each other a bit better.

Don't you agree?

"If we're to get to
know each other a bit better"?

It worked, didn't it? I have a lead.

Someone who perhaps knows
Truccio's secrets.

We need to find answers

before they make us
go through with this wedding.

So we need to find our enemy
as soon as humanly possible.

All right. You can wait here.

What?

I'll only be a short while.

Take the air. Enjoy your freedom.

Do whatever you want.
You're not coming with me.

You say you've found someone

who knows all of Truccio's secrets...

maybe even who he was working for.

I have.

And yet, I cannot know
who this person is,

or where he r...

Is this some sort of Montague plot?

A plot? To what end?

I know not.

But I do know there is no reason

not to let a Capulet come with you...

Not "a Capulet," Capulet. You.

Where I'm going is no place for a Lady!

Is it a smithy?

A tavern?

A brothel.

I'm going to a brothel.

If you want to know a man's secrets,

you have to go where he spills them.

Ugh.

I'll be as quick as I can.

Take your time.

I'm coming with you.

Let's get going.

I cannot... You are a noblewoman.

Aye, and I was a servant
not a month ago.

There's nothing in a...
bawdy house that can shock me,

of that, I swear.

As you wish.

People actually pay for this?

Quite a lot.

I imagine you know the exact amount.

You could wait for me outside.

Absolutely not.

If I leave you here alone,
you might never come out.

Ugh.

Lazzara.

It's good to see you again...

Ambassador Lazzara now. Your Grace.

Our most sincere condolences.

Ambassador Donato was a great friend.

Know that
our Defense Minister is at work

to bring those responsible to justice...

He must have a lot of work these days.

Riots, masked men,

town squares exploding into flames...

Word travels fast. It does, indeed.

The Doge has heard
how you left my predecessor

to die like a dog in the street.

Can you possibly think
that the ruler of all Venice

can let that stand?

You and I have been friends
for years, Ambassador.

And Venice and Verona
far longer than that.

We would never want
to jeopardize that relationship.

I cannot tell you
the depths of our regret.

Nor can I bring back the dead,

but I can offer reparations.

He was the Doge's brother, your Grace.

Trade has stopped;

Our merchants are afraid
to bring their goods

to a place beset
by such horrific violence.

We've increased security
across the board.

Royal Guards are everywhere...

I assure you, Verona is under control.

And I tell you...

as a friend...

that Venice does not believe

that money can solve
your city's problems.

Oh!

Benvolio.

And the Lady Rosaline.

How does she know you?

They only shouted it from the rooftops,

that the two of you are engaged.

We're looking for
Truccio's girls, Stella.

Can you help us?

Nencia? She'll be out in a minute.

How do you know?

The man she's with?

She'll be out in a minute.

Giuliana... the poor cat.

It's awful, I know, but...

Did you sleep at all last night?

How could I, when the mystery
of Juliet's death

has grown even darker?

Why would my daughter poison herself?

There's more to this. I know it.

That way madness lies.

You must let this go.

You're not a mother. I couldn't
expect you to understand.

Have I never been a mother?

It's not the same.

When I fed Juliet from
my own body? When I fed you?

If Juliet took this poison alone,

then it would have been
lying beside her.

But someone put this vial away.

Someone... she trusted.

Someone who knew what
she'd decided to do.

Her loyal servant... Rosaline.

Juliet is gone! Digging up
the past won't bring her back!

Nencia, these two have
some questions about Truccio.

I don't know any Truccio.

Don't lie.

Please. We need your help.

Nothing comes for free here,
Lady Rosaline.

We have nowhere else...

You say nothing comes for free.

So now what can you
tell us about Truccio?

He's dead... I'll tell you that much.

Jumped from a roof near the square.

We know. Anything else?

He liked to be tied up.

Interesting... but perhaps
not quite the information

we're looking for.

He came in with a friend.

Had money to spend.

Do you know where they got it?

He said they got paid
to paint "Harlot"...

on that Capulet girl's statue.

Do you know what Truccio's
friend looked like?

Now... what did he look like?

My Lady.

I need to speak with your sister.

She's not in.

And where is she?

Out with her betrothed, my Lady.

He called on her this morning.

I'll tell her you were looking for her,

upon her return.

Don't bother.

I need your help.

This is who we're looking for.

Where did you learn to draw like this?

I taught myself.

Hmm. I didn't know your family

had a talent for anything but murder.

This man was wearing a Capulet crest.

Yet his partner Truccio was a Montague.

Which means that whoever
wants to continue the feud

has enlisted both
of our families to do it.

Let's go over to your side of town.

Ask around at the taverns.

You just assume he'll be at a tavern?

Every man eventually ends up
at a tavern.

And it's generally a woman
who drives him there.

You coming?

Yes.

Mauricio, what is all this?

Good morrow, brother!

Tessa. You arrive unannounced.

Be honest, Damiano...

if you'd had warning
your little sister was coming,

you'd have locked the doors.

My squire is not some common
servant to do your bidding.

- He doesn't seem to mind.
- I do.

As you wish.

What the hell is that?

That is a wedding gift
from my late husband.

I thought it would suit the Great Hall.

It might, if you were staying
for any length of time.

- But since you're not...
- Big brother.

I have had a loss. And so have you.

I thought we might console
each other in our grief.

- I lost my only son.
- You lost your third husband.

I'd hardly compare the two.

What are you really doing here?

Word is spreading
of the troubles in Verona...

Romeo's death, the growing feud

between our House and the Capulets,

the weakness of Prince Escalus's rule...

None of which is your concern.

Everything in our family
is my concern, brother.

Especially the sad fact
that without your son, Romeo,

you no longer have a true heir.

Benvolio is heir enough.

Oh, Benvolio is an aimless young man

who needs guidance...

I provide him guidance.

Then perhaps he needs guidance
of another sort.

A woman's touch.

Perhaps it's not a good likeness.

I thought you were impressed
with my talents.

We've been to half a dozen taverns,

and nobody recognizes him.

Which means we're looking
in the wrong taverns.

It's not the fault of the drawing.

You certainly have
an artist's temperament.

That's Gramio Capulet.

You recognize him from my drawing?

Man's got a five-inch scar on his face.

Is he here?

No. But he will be later.

He comes in every night
when the moon is high.

I can't wait until then.
Uncle will expect me home.

I'll come back tonight. In the
meantime, I'll walk you back.

- No need.
- Capulet...

Believe it or not,
I can find my way home

without a man trotting two steps
behind me at all times.

Truccio may be dead,
but whoever he was working for

is still out there.

The streets aren't safe.

These streets are.

I grew up here.
This is House Capulet territory.

You are in far more danger
in this neighborhood than I am.

Ambassador. May I have a word?

That depends, Princess.

Do you speak for your brother?

No, but I have his ear.

It's true. She does.

But in this case, sister,

I think the Ambassador and I
have the situation in hand.

May I invite you in?

For a drink?

No, thank you, Ambassador.

I'm sure you and my brother
have a lot to catch up on.

Your sister has a flair
for palace intrigue.

She was given a free rein
when my father was in decline.

She'll come around
to my rule soon enough.

Can I pour you another?

- I think I've had quite enough.
- Come on.

Drink with me.

Remember when you showed me

all those taverns along the Grand Canal?

We've known each other a long time.

I have a relationship with Venice.

And I have a relationship with you.

True.

But things are more complicated now.

The Doge's brother is dead,

and a murderous villain
stalks your streets.

These are not Verona's finest days.

Which is why I'm desperate
for your counsel.

There must be some way
to appease the Doge,

preserve our alliance.

Well, as I've said,
money isn't an option.

But I'm sure you've heard the rumors.

The Doge has a... a healthy appetite.

For women. I know.

Beautiful, intelligent,
hard-to-possess women,

like... Isabella, for example.

I'm sorry?

You asked what you could do.

The Doge is quite upset
about his brother's death.

If the Princess could...

make him smile...

for just a night or two.

Make. Him. Smile...?

It would go a long way
towards mending fences.

Well, surely you remember
the ways of Venice.

We're far more flexible
than you are way out here.

Oh, don't worry, our courtesans
will teach her what to do.

You never know, your Grace,
she might even enjoy it.

My sister is a princess. Not a whore.

Ah!

Are you mad?!

You've grown far too comfortable
with your tongue, sister.

You assaulted the Ambassador!

The doctor tends to him
even as we speak!

What were you thinking?

We had a disagreement.

S-So that's how you negotiate...
by acting like a savage?!

Venice will declare war over this.

I had to defend your honor.

My honor?

Lazzara wanted to whore you out
to the Doge.

That was the price our allies
in Venice wanted us to pay.

Oh.

Pardon the interruption, your Grace.

But you have a visitor, my Princess.

You followed me?

I couldn't let you walk alone.

I may hate you, Capulet,

but I don't want your death on my hands.

I thought you said you were going home.

I am home.

That's me.

You look happy.

We were.

What happened to them?

Your parents?

They died.

My father first,

and then my mother,

from her grief.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

Do you really not know?

Know what, Capulet?

That my father was murdered.

By Montagues.

You don't know, do you?

You don't know that
he died here, in this room.

That the servants dragged
his body in off the street,

and he bled on this floor
until he was dead.

That my mother and my sister
and I cried over him as he died,

that my cousins went out and murdered
three of yours for vengeance?

Does none of this sound
even vaguely familiar?

Of course not.

It wouldn't.

Because, after all,
how many happy families

have the Montagues destroyed?

You said your own cousins
got their revenge...

Aye. They did.

And then your cousins got theirs,

and mine went out again,

and after all your stupid
killing and dying

and raising the next crop
of sons to kill and die again,

it never crosses any of your minds

who actually pays the price.

Whose lives are actually ruined.

Who's left with nothing
when you leave this earth.

I said I was sorry...

You're not sorry!

Your kind is never sorry.

I've done nothing to you, Capulet.

You only hate me for my name.

And you hate me for mine.

The hour is late.

I only had a few moments to spend here,

and I've wasted them all with you.

I'll leave you to your solitude.

Perhaps Gramio is at the tavern by now.

What have you to confess, my child?

Oh, Friar, I come to you in secrecy,

with a heavy burden in my heart.

Tell me your troubles,
release your sins,

and I will give you penance before God.

I do not say these words with ease.

My loyalty to my House
is of utmost importance.

As is my loyalty to my flock.

There is a darkness hangs
over the House of Capulet.

I have seen unholy things.

What do you mean?

I saw a beast that ate poison
rise from the dead.

There is a man taking shelter
in the basement.

Lord Capulet is unaware.

And I believe there are other secrets,

a conspiracy.

I believe...

I may have said too much.

Do you feel that your burden
has been lifted?

Oh, Father.

I do not.

Then you haven't said enough.

Lady Montague.

Your Grace.

It's been so long.
I've missed your counsel.

It warms my heart to hear it.

You were but a girl when I left Verona.

I had to come see what a lovely
young lady you became.

Sweet girl. Is something troubling you?

You smile at the prospect
of Verona and Venice at war?

I smile because there need be
no war, my Princess.

The solution to your problem
is an easy one.

You must go.

To Venice?

Immediately.

But what of... the Doge?

You won't have to please him.
Unless you want to.

I don't know how...

Make him do what you want,
not the other way around.

Men are... easily manipulated,
my Princess.

All men.

You've hardly eaten.

Is it not to your liking?

No. No, it's delicious. Of course.

It's just that...

Tell me.

I find myself thinking of Juliet.

I didn't love her, that much you know.

But I can't shake the notion

that her death is somehow my fault.

There's nothing you could have done.

I should have protected her.
It was my sacred duty.

Forgive me.

You're the last person
I should burden with this.

No, no. I'm glad
that you'd confide in me.

I just wish I knew something,

anything about the night she died...

I-I know one thing.

But I-I think I shouldn't tell you.

What is it? Was she in pain?
Was she upset?

No, no, she was happy.

She was in love.

With Romeo Montague.

I know.

Romeo called Juliet his wife.

Just before he stabbed me in her tomb.

How did you know this?

I-I-I've said too much...

Only what I already knew.

Did Juliet tell you herself?

No.

My sister told me.

You can tell no one,

but... she was Juliet's witness

when Friar Lawrence married them.

I will tell not a soul.

Thank you, fair Livia.

You lift my spirits so.

Gramio!

Who are you working for?

Tell me! Who are you working for?!

Aah! No!

Stay back, Capulet!

Montague!

Murderer!

Montague murderer!

This was a trap. I've been framed.

Come with me. I'll help you.

Run!

Capulet, for the love of God,
run and save yourself!

And you're certain this is
Benvolio Montague's sword?

Yes, your Grace. His crest was
found on Gramio's body, as well.

And do you know of
Benvolio's whereabouts?

I do not, your Grace.

However, we have someone
who claims to be a witness

and who's anxious to speak with you.

Let them in.

Lady Rosaline.

Your Grace.

A witness?

Is that what you call yourself?

Benvolio Montague killed no man.

I was there. I saw it.

Then who did?

The same villain
who terrorizes our city.

Listen to yourself.

Then try to put your feelings
for him aside...

What feelings?

I hate him!

And yet, if he is a murderer,

you will no longer be betrothed
to this man you claim to hate.

My feelings matter not, your Grace,

because Benvolio is innocent!

Feel what you may, but a man
stands accused of murder,

with only the testimony
of his fiancée in his favor.

Scour the city. Every square,
every tavern, every stable,

and every inch of House Montague.

When Benvolio Montague is found,

I want him brought to the palace.

The Crown will have its justice.

Where do you think you're going?

Back to House Capulet.

Apparently, I'm no longer needed here.

You're not going anywhere, my Lady.

There's a murderer on the loose.

Don't scream. It's me.

Benvolio!

The whole city is looking for you.

I know. I've got nowhere else to go.

Stay here as long as you need.

We could get word to your uncle.

Surely he's on your side.

My uncle hates me. You know that.

His own blood?

When it comes to me, his runs cold.

When I say I have no one
on my side, I mean no one.

We've talked so many times

about running away together.

Those were just... games.

This is no game, Stella. This is real.

Run away with me.

Benvolio.

I love you.

You're all my family.

I don't care who you are or what you do.

You're the only person in this world

that really knows me.

Let's leave this all behind.

Make a fresh start.

Please.

Yes.

I was in the square last week.

Saw him then, when the fiend attacked,

and saw him again tonight.

Standing over that poor boy's body

with his sword right through him.

Did you actually see him
stab Gramio Capulet?

Run him through with a sword?

I told you, Lady Rosaline.
You are not to interfere.

Then I will!

Your Grace.

Your guards search my House,

and spread some lie that
my nephew killed a Capulet?

He did! I saw him!

Shut your mouth, peasant!

She is a citizen, bearing witness.

Pay her and give her a carriage home.

Thank you, your Grace.

My nephew is a fool,

but not so foolish
as to kill a Capulet...

on the Montague name, I swear it...

I agree with the Lord Montague,
your Grace.

I never thought I'd see the day

a Capulet begged to spare
a Montague life.

I know Benvolio is your sole heir.

And I know what a blow
this is for your family.

But the testimony of a man's loved ones

is not enough to stay
the hangman's noose.

The boy is innocent.

I know it.

But you mentioned my lack
of another heir, your Grace,

and the healing of the wounds
between our two families.

So, if my nephew is found guilty,

I will still honor the betrothal
between Capulet and Montague.

And wed Lady Rosaline
in Benvolio's stead.

I will consider your
proposition, Lord Montague.

Benvolio is a stain upon our House...

our father's work; Our grandfather's.

Marriage to the Capulet or no,

we'll never walk the palace
halls again if we let this lie.

The Prince's mind is made up.

Benvolio's fate is out of our hands.

You know as well as I

the best treatment for a
diseased limb is to cut it off.

Our only chance to remain
in the Prince's favor

is to bring Benvolio in ourselves.

Come, brother.

You must know where he's hiding.

What took so long? We must be off.

I had to settle my affairs.
And I still have to pack...

I can buy you new things. Come on!

Just wait.

Why?

Stella?

I trusted you.

I love you.

You're a customer.

You all love me.

Oh!

Do you see him?

He's in there!

Friar Lawrence!

- Benvolio.
- Thank God I caught you.

I've been falsely accused
of the murder of Gramio Capulet.

I've heard. News travels
these streets like lightning.

I need help... sanctuary.

I'm afraid that is impossible.

Do you not offer safe haven
to anyone in need,

be they guilty or innocent?
I am an innocent man!

Benvolio, I cannot help you.

I've learned there are forces
at work here

greater than you and I combined.

I'm leaving Verona,
and you should do the same.

What does that mean,
"There are forces at work"?

Let me go.

Do you speak of the fiend?
What do you mean?!

Help! Help me!

Help! He's trying to kill me!

Help! Please! Help me!

Send me to Venice.

I want to meet with the Doge.

Absolutely not.

There's too much going on here at home.

And the man is a pig.

A pig whose army
is twice the size of ours.

A pig who can bring Verona to its knees

in the matter of a month.

A pig who is more powerful
than a thousand masked men.

There are murderers walking
the streets of our city.

Our plan to wed Capulet
and Montague is for naught.

Ambassador Donato is dead,

and Ambassador Lazzara is leaving here

with nothing but a black eye
and a dead body.

Send me to Venice.

It's too late.

It's not.

I'm the only one the Doge feels
can provide this apology.

Lazzara told you so.

I cannot let you squander
your virtue for politics.

And I won't have to.

I swear.

How?

Let me handle that.

The whore couldn't keep him
there until our men arrived.

Not much of a whore.

In truth, I'm relieved the boy escaped.

Be honest, Tessa.

If our brother's son is a monster,

did we not play our part
in making him so?

You've grown soft, Damiano.

And you've grown as cold as ice.

I learned a few things in Scotland.

Indeed.

I want you gone.

You need me to help you
clean up this mess.

I want you gone!

Careful, brother.

Do you really want to cross me?

Good evening, my Lady.

You seem disappointed I am not my niece.

The girl is pleasing enough.

Have you managed to bed her yet?

She's proven to be more
of a challenge than I thought.

Good thing I enjoy the chase.

And what she won't give up in flesh,

she's happy to divulge in words.

It seems Rosaline was a witness
at your daughter's wedding.

Wedding?

To Romeo Montague.

I had forgotten.

He was babbling about his wife
when he tried to take my life.

Whatever else happened
to poor Juliet, my Lady,

you were right... Rosaline was involved.

Then God help me, she will pay.

And you?

How do you fare after your swordfight

with that Montague?

I'll live.

But I can't say the same for Benvolio.

Capulet!

Capulet, I know you're in there!

What the hell are you doing here?

The whole city's looking for you.

The Prince wants you put to death.

He might force me to marry your Uncle...

Hush! Just listen.

I'm leaving Verona. We both know
I'll get no justice here.

Where are you going?

The Friar knows who's behind all this.

He's left the city, I'm sure to
the Abbey a day's ride from here.

I plan to follow him, but what I want...

What I want is for you to come with me.

Tonight.

Now.

Come with you?

Now?

Why on Earth...

Because I need you, Capulet.

I need you to come with me.
I need you to do this.

Please.

Benvolio...

You're all I have.

You know the truth,
and you're all I have.

I know... I know you don't like me.

And I know I haven't done much
to change that...

besides saving your life

and trying to get you
out of marrying me.

But one thing I've learned
being stuck with you...

What I've learned
from spending time with you...

is that you're a good person.

A good and decent and honest person,

which in this city
is a rare thing indeed.

You say you want to end this war.

Then let us end it...

not with some fake marriage
between Montague and Capulets,

not with some lie...

but with the truth.

So will you come with me?

Rosaline?

Please.

"Dearest Livia,

I have left with the Montague

to solve the mystery
of who framed him for murder.

I will return soon.

Fear not for my safety.

The Montague is innocent.

Of this, I swear.

Love always..."

"...Rosaline."

Stop them! Somebody, stop them!

- Please!
- My Lady, what's happened?

Where is Rosaline?

She's been kidnapped.

By that Montague!

Help!

Help! Somebody, help!