All language subtitles for Mary.Queen.of.Scots.2018.BRRip.XViD.AC3-ETRG

(KEYS JINGLING)

(DOOR LATCH UNLOCKS)

(MARY PRAYING IN LATIN)

(CONTINUES PRAYING)

(RETCHING)

(SCREAMS)

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

(MAN SHOUTING)

(MEN SHOUTING AND GRUNTING)

(MAIDS SPEAKING FRENCH)

(PANTING)

MAN: Come on.

(MARY SPEAKING FRENCH)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

JAMES: You must be tired.

I'm quite well.

Your supper
is being prepared.

We can have it brought up
to your chambers, if you like.

Yes, thank you.

How long are you staying?

At Holyrood?
In Scotland.

(CHUCKLES)

Are you already
planning my departure?

Of course not. We've long
awaited your return.

Kate will show you
to your chambers.

This way, Madam.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)

Lord Bothwell, do you
intend to stay as well?

I swore an oath to the Queen's
mother to protect her.

She is well protected here.

BOTHWELLI I'll uphold
my oath just the same.

And what reward does your
loyalty command?

I'm driven by duty.
Not ambition.

(CHUCKLES)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

LORD RANDOLPH: Madam, your
cousin has returned from France.

Her protector is Lord Bothwell.
An able soldier.

So, she comes ready for war?

She may well depart once married, but
I cannot profess to know her purpose.

What says her brother?

Moray is only
her half-brother, Madam.

I believe his allegiance
is fully with us.

What proof?

He pledges to protect the
Protestant Church from Mary.

Yet he has no power to make such a
pledge if he is no longer Regent.

The nobles respect him.

But can he control her?

If she is anything like our Queen,
then she does not yield to a bridle.

(MAIDS GIGGLING) So says
our Master of the Horse.

By "bridle," do you
speak of matrimony?

(BELL TOLLING)

You may tell Scotland that we wish
to love the Stuarts as our kin.

But they must
love us in return.

CECIL: Madam,
if I may speak?

While she's on this island, she
must bow to you, not to Rome.

Our Catholics must know

that a papist will never again
sit on the English throne.

What would you suggest?

Kill her hope.

And hopeless, she may return to
the comfort of the continent.

(RIZZIO SINGING IN FRENCH)

MARY: Bravo, Rizzio.

Is your hand as good
as your French?

(CHUCKLES)

My hand, Madam?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(m ENGLISH) We are two
sisters bound by womanhood.

Two princes
on the same island.

Ruling side by side,
we must do so in harmony.

And not through a treaty drafted
by men lesser than ourselves.

I wish us to make
a treaty of two queens.

would acknowledge your rightful
place on the English throne,

were YOU to name me
YOU!' SUCCGSSOF.

I hope we might
meet in person.

That I might embrace you.

And we might resolve
our destinies.

when do you see, Bess'?

Charming.

Fair, if the painter
does not lie.

Young.

Clever.

Confident.

She would have no trouble
securing a husband,

even without her throne.

Nor would you, Madam.

Forgive me.

(BELL DINGING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ROBERT: Elizabeth will not
accept my hand in marriage.

You cannot be certain. I know
because I know her heart.

The moment I betray it with
ambition, I lose her heart.

Would you rather
she lose her crown?

You exaggerate.

How much blood has been
spilled in Rome's name?

If a Catholic queen bears
a child before our own,

have no doubt,
blood will spill again.

Muster your courage.
Save us from her reticence.

She will not produce a child

because her council
fears the Queen of Scots.

Aye.

ROBERT: Nor will she marry.

She suspects all suitors
of wanting her throne.

She will not have me.

Nor would I have a commoner be king,
were we not in need of an heir.

I have her trust,
you have her affections.

You can succeed where I.“

Good morning, William.
Madam.

Robert.

Resplendent.

Would you?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYING)

JAMES: That's William Maitland of
Lethington, Secretary of State.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

John Knox,
Church of Scotland.

(PLAYING OFF TUNE)

(WOMEN GIGGLING)

Uh, loose string, yeah.

(MUSIC RESUMES)

Let us begin.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

CECIL: Lord Lennox.
My Lord.

I would ask our mistress
to beseech Queen Mary

that I be allowed
to return to Scotland...

This is not the place.

It would be wise to have
a Catholic servant there.

My influence...
It is your influence

which emboldened
papists here!

You humiliate
yourself, Father.

(SNIFFLES)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(IN ENGLISH) But your
Queen is in Scotland now.

When my beloved
Frangois passed to God,

lcould've married
any number of suitors.

Portugal, Denmark, Sweden.

I declined them all.

Just as I would not have a political
marriage imposed upon me,

I will not impose an uncertain
fate upon my subjects.

They remain free to worship
however they so choose,

Catholic or Protestant.

Pastor, you look displeased
with our tolerance.

Any realm that is ruled by the
Pope is not tolerant, Madam.

It is enslaved.
Stand when I address you.

There is one true God,

and therefore,
one true religion.

Such rhetoric incites revolt.

If a prince strays
from God's will,

it is not in doubt
that they may be resisted.

And in your case,
as with all women,

your sight is but blindness.

Your strength, weakness.

Your counsel, foolishness.

Your judgment, frenzy.

Are we to abide a papist
and a woman both?

Well, then, I perceive that my
subjects shall obey you, and not me.

May I sit, Madam?
No.

You may remove yourself from
this council and my court.

My council is among the
faithful disciples I serve.

We have as little need of
this court as it has of us.

I pray for your soul, Madam.

(GASPS SO FTLY)

I beg you to reconsider. He
has the trust of the people.

Did I not give
deference to his faith?

Yes. But we must
be delicate.

Allegiance does not happen
by proclamation...

Where is his delicacy?

That he should speak to a monarch so'?
Would he challenge Elizabeth thus?

With what cause? He would
welcome a Protestant queen.

Which is precisely why we must
not push him into her arms.

Show him love.

You are wise, brother.

There are times for wisdom
and there are times for love,

but there also times
for strength.

(FESTIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(DANCERS BARKING)

MARY: Your Queen
asks for approval.

But how am I to grant her wish
when she offers no suitors?

She would prefer
an English nobleman.

And a Protestant.

If it pleases Your Grace.

As long as what pleases me
pleases Elizabeth.

Perhaps I should wed you. Then I
would have my English nobleman.

(CHUCKLES) I do not
think God wilIs it.

If it be God's will for Mary to
marry, then Mary will marry,

and only who God intends
for Mary to marry.

I pray he wills
Elizabeth marry, too.

(DANCERS BARKING)

No, no. No, no, no.

(LAUGHTER)

You share good company.

Maitland dotes
on Mistress Fleming.

The only difference being that he
does not have a wife as you do.

KNOX: We have
a scourge upon our land.

'Tis worse than
pestilence and famine.

'Tis a woman with a crown

who only pretends to worship Christ, when
in truth, she kneels before the Pope.

We do not take
instruction from Rome.

We resist those who would
tempt us with indulgences.

Deny those who worship luxury.

Respect not those
who flaunt their excesses,

and whore themselves
to wealth

and the degradations
of the flesh.

(CONVERSING IN FRENCH)

(LAUGHTER)

(ALL GASPING)

(ALL GIGGLING)

Madame...

(MAIDS GIGGLING)

MARY: (IN ENGLISH)
Just be wary of these men.

Their love is not the same
as their respect.

Might I ask? Since we've
not known it ourselves.

What is it like?

To have a man?

Mmm-hmm.

(assume)

I have only
lain with Framois.

He shook terribly from fright.
The poor boy did his best.

But it was over
before it began.

So, you never...
No.

We tried but once.

ROBERT: (WHISPERING) Beauty's
fading flower (YAWNING)

Grows ever fresh with her
in heavenly wise

Suffice that Love hath
built his bower

Between my lady's lively
shining eyes

ELIZABETH: lcannoi, Robert.
You know that.

I should like
to marry again.

To know how it feels
to have a man fully.

(CHUCKLES)

But not if I am owned.

MISTRESS SETON: You're early.

(MISTRESS LMNGSTON
SPEAKING FRENCH)

(WATER SPLASHING)

CECIL: Mary will seek
a marriage

that strengthens her claim
to your throne

and makes her children
Catholics.

What say'st our ambassador?

She feigns
disinterest, Madam,

and informs me that the matter
of choice in marriage

is perhaps a matter
best left to God.

(SCOFFS)

She is formidable, Madam.

We should marry her
to someone loyal to our Queen,

SOMEONE YOU COHUOL

Do not ask this of me.

If you wed her,
she is ours.

And what of us?
What "us"?

You, Elizabeth, and I,
your Robert.

Marry the beautiful Queen of
Scots and we can control her.

With Mary, you too
become a prince.

If I am noble enough for one queen,
I am noble enough for another.

Elizabeth...

(CHUCKLES)

England is not Scotland.

(BELL TOLLING)

ELIZABETH: We would delight in
holding our sister's hand in ours.

Let us settle on a meeting piece
before the summer brings discomfort.

Let our nations cherish
each other as we would.

Two kingdoms, united.

Meanwhile, accept this portrait
as a sign of gratitude for yours.

And please accept this suitor

who presents both
his love and mine.

(CHUCKLES)
The Earl of Leicester...

Lord Robert Dudley.

(C LEA RS TH ROAT)

Do you think it might stand with my
honor to marry my sister's subject?

It is true that an earl
is not a prince.

Surely, there can be no greater honor
than to match yourself with a nobleman,

by whom you inherit
such a kingdom as England.

I have such inheritance
by blood,

regardless of who I marry
or do not marry.

Hmm.

We must discuss succession before
marriage, not the other way around.

We hope
we do not vex the Earl.

Not in the least, Madam.
I appreciate your honesty.

We see why our cousin
is so fond of the Earl.

I shall respect Elizabeth's crown as
soon as she names me its successor.

LORD RANDOLPH: Madam,
my Queen will not...

If she has any concerns
about this proposal,

she may express them
to me directly.

Plans proceed for us
to meet next month.

Aye, Madam, in York.

We shall accomplish far more
without envoys between us.

How like is it unto your
mistress's face?

(VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Halt! Halt!

MARY: Why can't she
meet me in York?

Could her council not wait
till her return?

Their business
was urgent, Madam.

The Huguenots
sent an envoy.

And she receives them?

England wishes
no more bloodshed.

Being from France yourself,
you must understand.

You may tell my sister
that we pray for swift peace,

that we may meet soon.

I will tell her at once.

Stay with us
the night at Holyrood.

I'm certain Mistress Beaton
would welcome your company.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Thank you, Madam.

She hides
behind her council.

You do not think
she postpones...

I don't think she intends to meet
until you recognize her legitimacy.

A false promise then.

MAITLAND: Retaliation perhaps
for refusing the treaty.

For refusing Dudley.

This is a matter of the
heart, not the state.

They don't mix well.

Wouldn't you say,
Mistress Fleming?

I'm afraid
I don't understand.

Your mistress mocks
our affections.

Not so.

They sometimes have value.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(FESTIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(RATTLING)

(ALL CHEERING)

It's late.

I must attend
to my mistress. (GIGGLES)

No. Don't attend.
Don't attend.

Mmm.

Think of your wife.

Yeah.

(GROWLS)

Nothing we spoke of.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Of course not.

(LORD RANDOLPH GROWLS)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

The pox, Madame.
There is no envoy.

She has the pox.

How grave?

Quite grave.

Go rouse my brother.

Dress me.

Do you think me sinful?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(m ENGLISH)
He has his plan.

It will please you to know
that I have warmed

to the prospect
of wedding Lord Dudley.

We shall do so
upon one condition.

While we wish you a long and healthy life
and that no injury or illness befall you,

we shall only do you the favor of
betrothing your special friend,

Lord Robert Dudley,

once you name us heir.

(EXHALES)

ELIZABETH: She knows.

My "special friend"?

She wants him.
She wants him for her.

My Robert.

My crown!

BESS: Quickly.

(SWORDS CLANGING)

Out! Out! Quickly out!

Out! Out! Out!

Out! Out! Out! Out!

ELIZABETH: Robert!

MAID: Out! Out! Out! Get out!

BESS: Look away! Look away!

MAID: Look away! Out!

(ELIZABETH CRYING)

MAID: Enough!

(ELIZABETH CRYING)

I am yours.

Forever yours.

But how?

Am I to refuse her
what I myself suggested?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(LAUGHTER)

(EXCLAIMING)

(WOMEN CLAPPING)

You look exquisite,
mademoiselle.

Is it a sin that I feel more a
sister to you than a brother?

Forgive me.

I forget myself
in your company.

Be whoever you wish with us.

You make for a lovely sister.

(LAUGHING)

(HUMMING)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Enter.

(DOOR OPENS)

(LAUGHTER)

We have...

(LAUGHING)

We have visitors.

They are Stuarts?

I shall talk,
you say nothing.

What, not even to...
Silence.

JAMES: The fourth
Earl of Lennox.

His son, Henry, Lord Darnley.

Forgive me.

I do not know
my Queen's visage.

(WOMEN SNICKERING)

Let me, Father.

I give you verse.

Unsheathing my quick wit

to see who among you
it quickens.

But, should I fail
to choose correctly,

'tis my soul
that shall be sickened.

(CHUCKLES)

For shame,

returning to our native land

only to be deprived
of kissing...

My Queen's perfect...

Hand.

(CHUCKLES)

(MAIDS GIGGLING)

DARNLEY'. Elizabeth was kind
enough to grant us passage,

so here we're free
to worship as we choose.

MARY: I doubt it's faith
that brings you.

Rather the lands
your father seeks.

Gr even the throne.

The throne?

Why leave Elizabeth's court if not
to regain your influence here'?

And by laying suit to me

does not the House of Lennox
lay suit to all of Scotland?

(CHUCKLES)

I amuse you?

Yes.

Madam' you must
not be Elizabeth.

How so?

The woman lives in fright.

She's always suspecting intrigue,
always fearing revolt.

Her fears are wise.

We both have nobles
who would have us deposed.

Have I vexed you?

(SCOFFS)

You dare touch a sovereign
without her permission?

I can speak for neither
my father nor Elizabeth.

Only for myself.

And speaking for myself,

you have a loyal subject
in your Henry

who would rather worship at your
feet than at a Catholic mass.

I shall just keep walking
with you until you object.

You remain?

The Queen scarcely
knows Your Grace.

But I shall play,
and hear nothing.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(PANTING)

We cannot.

We won't. This is not that.

I promise.

Have faith in me.

(CHUCKLES)

(GASPING)

(MOANING)

(GASPING)

Do you need to...

No.

No, don't worry about me.

(CHUCKLES)

Without a treaty signed, this
union strengthens her claim.

You need not condescend.
We are well-informed.

Forgive us. We merely seek
to protect your crown.

You cannot wed him, Madam.

I do not wed him blindly.

He has promised no ambition.

He understands he will
only be your consort?

A husband to a queen,
not a king in his own right?

He does.

I find it difficult to believe that
any man would settle for as much.

Two Catholics wed.
Two Stuarts, Madam.

He has a claim of his own,
even without betrothal.

Together, they make
a union of two claims.

She has chosen
an Englishman, as I asked.

What recourse do I have?

CECIL: implore her
to marry Lord Dudley.

I will not offer my Lord if it
means naming her successor.

She will not accept him
otherwise.

Then let her refuse him.

CECIL: On succession, I agree.

But Darnley imperils us more.

Dudley is her puppet.
He offers no advantage.

Unless she promises
to make you heir.

Where is this promise?

He would provoke revolt
amongst our nobles.

Do you command so little respect
you could not discourage them?

We must not delay.
You must forbid this marriage.

Is that the top?
Aye.

No subject should
ride before his Queen.

Would he?

(HORSES SNORTING)

How it must feel
ruling all that you see.

I am but its servant.

Are you prepared
to be its servant?

It is right for the man
to ask, no?

Then ask.

Uh...

Before God, before
all of Scotland,

before all the world...
Yes.

You'll be my Queen?

Yes.

And I your King?

Yes.

And your master?

My husband.

(CHUCKLES)

LORD RANDOLPH: England
does not consider

Lord Darnley
a suitable husband.

He and his father
are English subjects, Madam.

If my Queen orders
their return, they must.

She asked that I marry
an English nobleman,

and now she deprives me?

Her wish is that you not marry
this particular nobleman.

You may tell your mistress I shall
do so, with or without her blessing.

Madam, before you act rashly,
please consider...

It is enough my own Lords treat
me as though I'm but a girl.

I will not be treated
as such by Elizabeth.

I will be the woman
she is not.

I shall produce an heir,
unlike her barren self.

Prepare
the Ambassador's horse.

Reckless child!

I have worked too long and too
hard with too much bloodshed

to secure peace in our land!

Do not let your
cursed passion rule you!

'Us your vane raised, s“.

And you would lower it
in my presence.

If my counsel no longer has value then
I am obliged to withdraw from court.

If you must.

(LAUGHING)

CECIL: You have neither
husband nor children.

And you approach an age
whereupon you cannot bear them.

You must confront the truth, Madam.
Displeasing as it may be.

I have confronted
this truth.

You understand
that I cannot.

Will not.

And do I understand?

No more than
I understand God.

It is my choice.

God would have a woman
be a wife and a mother.

So you defy his will.
No.

I choose to be a man.

And marriage is dangerous.

Such a man as I might marry,

finding himself
disappointed...

He would conspire.

No prince's revenues
be so great

that they satisfy the
insatiable ambition of men.

This I understand.

Which is why you are
the closest thing

I shall ever have to a wife.
(CHUCKLES)

I shan't mention your
proposal to Lord Dudley.

(CHUCKLES)

This world
is a brutal place.

We men must be
wiser, mustn't we'?

(SIGHS)

Tell me what to do.

We must make
civil war in Scotland.

You would have me
depose a sister monarch?

Ii is either civil war there,
or civil war here.

I want to know nothing of it.

The arrangements
shall be mine alone.

(DRUMS BEATING)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

PRIEST: By the pleasure
and will of God,

we proclaim complete
the bond of marriage

between our sovereign,
Mary, Queen of Scotland,

and the noble prince,
Henry, Lord Darnley.

(CHAIR SLIDES)

(BEATING RHYTHMICALLY)

(CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

KNOX: The authority of women,

which I call not true
authority, but carnal bondage,

bringeth forth monsters.

(CROWD CHEERING)

By their crimes,

realms and nations
which used to live free

are brought into bondage
against the will of God!

Their cankered consciences
must be called to account.

We must take up arms
with our defender Lord Moray.

We must make civil war
with this false queen!

We must make plain war

against all false professors
of Christ's holy gospel!

(CROWD CHEERING)

(DARNLEY LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS, LAUGHS)

Oh. Uh-uh.

Oh, no.

What will you do now?

Bravo, Rizzio!

Where do I sit?
Where do I sit?

Where do I.“

(LAUGHING)

(GASPS)

MARY:
Rise and prepare yourself.

Elizabeth has funded
a rebellion.

He is in your care.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Dress yourself.

(SOLDIER SHOUTING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

RIZZIOI (IN ENGLISH)
Please! Please!

(SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(IN ENGLISH) A word.

Let him approach.

To have betrayed you
this way...

I have no excuse.

And I beg...

I beg that...
Stand.

You have not
betrayed your nature.

I cannot fault you for succumbing
to his charms, as I did.

But we must be
more careful now.

(SOLDIERS MARCHING)
(BEATING RHYTHMICALLY)

BOTHWELL: Moray is marching
southwest, toward Dumfries.

The English can easily
supply them there.

If we make good time, we'll cut them
off before they reach the gates.

Why give chase?
Let them come to us.

What would you have us do?

BOTHWELL: If we lose sight, they could
flank us. I want to flank them first.

There's a bridge they
must use to cross Annan.

We can ambush them there.

Give the order.

Mary, I was
speaking to you.

Yes, I heard.

Are you afraid, Henry?

No.
Good.

Because our swords
are not just for show.

(DRUMS BEATING)

Whence come you?

The Highlands, Madam.

These two are from lnverness,
and I'm from Thurso.

Catholic?
MAN: No, Madam.

And you?

He doesn't know Scots,
Madam. Only Gaelic.

Tell him I'm grateful
for his service.

(SPEAKS GAELIC)

He says he's proud
to serve his Queen.

And to give his life
if he must.

Tell him if any of us should die
today, we all go to the same heaven.

(TRANSLATES IN GAELIC)

Walk like men, not boys!

(HORSE WHINNIES)

JAMES: March on!
Good trail there!

With your feet like that,
march on!

No, you're too slow.
This is too slow!

(DRUMS BEATING ATA DISTANCE)

Halt!

(DRUMS STOP BEATING)

(CATTLE MOOING)

(URGING HORSE)

JAMES: Stand aside
and let my men pass.

(SPEAKING GAELIC)

(ALL GRUNTING)

JAMES: I charge thee,
give way!

Drive them back!

(BEATING RHYTHMICALLY)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(SOLDIERS CHARGING)

Form up!

Form up!

(SOLDIERS CLAMORING)

Man the guns! Man the guns!

Stand and fight!

(GUNS FIRING)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(SOLDIERS SHOUTING)

(GRU ms)

(GRU ms)

(PANTING)

(HORN BLOWING)

“m, hyaN.!

(SOLDIERS CHEERING)

(SOLDIERS SINGING IN GAELIC)

(SINGING CONTINUES)

(CHEERING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR LATCH LOCKS)

DARNLEY: You summoned?

MARY: How much have you had?

I'm celebrating our victory,
my love.

What are you doing?

Mar?-

Close your eyes.
I've...

(GRU ms)

You're almost there.

No, I can't.

I can't. I've had
too much to drink.

Mary.
Think of Rizzio.

(GRU ms)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Yes, yes.

That's it, that's it.

Yeah? That's it.

(GRUNTING)

(MARY PANTING)

(PANTING)

(BOTH PANTING)

(BOTH GRUNTING AND PANTING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

Pray for me.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

MAN: He'll make
a fine stallion.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

If you have wondered where your
Queen was these past few months...

Now there are no secrets.

(LAUGHTER)

The whisperings can end.

Spring comes bearing fruit.

(ALL APPLAUDING)

My husband and I give thanks.

With heaven's blessing, we bring
another Stuart into this world,

heir to Scotland
and to England.

(ALL CHEERING)

LORD RAN DOLPH:
Heir to England?

She speaks for herself.

Do her councilors
fail to advise her?

We advise her endlessly, sir.

Not that she heeds it.

You must do better.

Better than your
own Queen's council?

How did the world
come to this?

Wise men servicing
the whims of women?

Aye.

That man's power dies with
the birth of his grandchild.

It is a clear provocation.

She knew well Lord Randolph
would report.

What would you have us do?

Go to war over some
reckless words?

Not us. Her brother.

He hopes to raise
a second army.

If we were to assist him...

As we did his first?

I shall not fail you twice.

Madam, we cannot let her name
your successor. She has no right.

When lam dead and you are
dead and she is dead,

it matters not what names
we did or did not say.

The world will
decide for itself.

Now is not the time
to soften.

It's a fine day' isn't it?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

I shall see you inside.

(MISTRESS LMNGSTON
SPEAKING FRENCH)

James.

(IN ENGLISH) Oh, look.

He likes it, too.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(WIND BLOWING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

LORD LENNOX: So, Mary's power
grows with her pregnancy.

Your letter said
you had a proposal.

Once Mary bears a child...

Darnley will never be king.

There is no need
for your son.

An infant cannot
grant you pardon.

It is right that you should
return from exile.

And it is right my son
should be king.

Now, we can rule through him
if we weaken Mary's power.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

DARNLEY: Mary, we must speak.
Can you open the door?

Mary?
Let him in.

Open the door,
so we can speak!

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Mary?

Mary, open the...

What are you doing here?

MARY: Come, Henry.

You would have David here,
and bar your own husband?

When I am anointed king, you will
afford me the respect of a wife.

After all, that is
what you promised.

Would you have his father
be nothing but a consort?

We know not if it's a he.

I am more than a sire
to a mare, Mary.

Please, I am tired.

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

You've given me
an heir to two thrones.

That matters more than love.

KNOX: The Queen
is servant of Satan.

She is a fornicator
with a monstrous lust.

This pleasuring woman
is not fit to rule us.

Would we kneel
before a polecat,

who has bedded an Italian?

David Rizzio,

a Catholic who never leaves
her bed chamber.

How do we know
her child is not a bastard?

MPATLAND'. David Rizzio.

He is an impediment to your
rightful place as king.

Enough.

We speak of Rizzids
relations with your wife.

With Mary?

You're mistaken.

Does he not spend more time
with the Queen than Your Grace?

Why else would she make a common
minstrel her private secretary?

No, it cannot be.

What matter if it be true?

Because I am not a cuckold.

Would you rather
the honest truth be told?

That you are a sodomite?

(SIGHS) We must
erase your sins...

And either you are the
adulterer, or it is she.

The other Lords have signed.

(SCRIBBLING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Ah...
(LAUGHS)

(m ENGLISH)
You have been saving that.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(LAUGHTER)

You! Come with me, sir!

You dare charge into
my chamber unannounced?

LORD LENNOX: David Rizzio!
MARY: David?

I am with child!

MISTRESS SETON: No!
Take her!

All that is done
is in Lord Darnley's name.

Henry?
RIZZIO: Let go! No!

(MAIDS CRYING, SCREAMING)

What have you done?

It is done.
Look at me!

Look at me!
It is done, Mary!

Do not interfere.
(RIZZIO SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

Adulterer!

No!
(RIZZIO SCREAMING)

MISTRESS BEATON: No!

(SCREAMING)

Enough!

MISTRESS SETONI No! (CRYING)

MAITLAND: Stand aside.

(scams)

No.

(scams)

Come on, Mary!

Please.

H8358, no.

Please don't... No!

No!

MISTRESS FLEMING: William!
Do not interfere.

(SCREAMING)
MISTRESS BEATON: No!

No!
No!

MISTRESS BEATON: No!

No!

(STABBING)
(RIZZIO SCREAMING)

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(CRYING)

You must make
the final blow.

I can't. (SNIFFLES)

Go on.

No.

No.

No.

Adulterer!
(STABS)

(scams)

(GASPING)

(KNIFE CLATTERS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(scams)

(SNIFFLES)

(SNIFFLING)

(SCRUBBING)

He beguiled us, Mary.

Both of us.

He brought us dishonor.

Did he not?

You are trying
to usurp my crown.

Have I not brought
you a child?

One minute makes not a man.

Beg forgiveness.
For your insult.

Beg forgiveness now.
I shall not.

Bothwell has escaped.

This is your fault.

All of this, this chaos.

Your fault.

You swore obedience to me, Mary,
on the day of our marriage.

You swore obedience to me!

I am King!

You are a traitor.

As are you.

And until lam killed and forever
after, God will see you as such.

You will not be killed, Madam.

Let us go.
We have much business.

Lord Moray will arrive soon.

My brother conspired?

Your brother returns
to assist your husband.

(CHUCKLES)

DARNLEY: I want a drink.

Am I to be
imprisoned here alone?

Or may I have
the company of my gentlewomen?

You may not, Madam.

You are to remain
in this chamber.

Then at least
let my husband remain.

Or would you have
a drunkard for a king?

(SLURPING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Come, Henry.

I do not feel well.

They forced me
into the room, Mary.

I swear.

And I didn't know that...

Until they arrived,
I promise.

Maitland is very persuasive.

Yes.

My brother even more so.

Hmm.

They will take your crown
as well as mine.

We should leave here.

It's best.

For all three of us.

Yes.

It is important
that the people

do not accuse those who
participated as traitors.

They must be pardoned, so there is no
doubt of their loyalty to the crown.

When she pardons all
involved, you may go.

Am I to be told what I
may and may not do'?

And by who?

Hmm?

A mere Lord?

And the bastard half-brother?

Am I not the King
to whom you promised fealty,

before you carried out
your violence?

Let me remind you that this King shall
go where he pleases with his wife,

when it pleases him.

(HORSES NEIGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BOTHWELL: The Queen!

What is this?

BOTHWELL: The Queen's army.

Your chambers are ready.

Do not make them use force.

They have at least 500.

More are on the way.

Then we shall raise
our own army.

There is no appetite for war.

Then let us stir
an appetite.

When last we raised an army,

it was but half the size of
hers with England's help.

Without England,
we will be crushed.

She has outmaneuvered us.

My husband claims
he knew nothing of your plot

until the day itself.
JAMES: That is not true.

He signed a bond.
With his own hand.

If you wish it destroyed,
however...

Not destroyed.

We shall sign this pardon as
soon as you produce the bond.

Aye, Madam.

The flowers
are all of one color.

Poppies are red.

I know of no other
color that they...

In the light,
they are many colors.

Red and others.

Nature is more subtle.

The council is met.

There is news from Scotland.

What do you think?

ROBERT: Lovely.

The flower's not too plain?

The news is urgent.

What news do I want
from Scotland?

Bloodshed?

Go conspire among yourselves.

Very well.

(DOOR OPENS)

Burn it.

I shall begin again.

Burn it, lsay!

MARY: You visited Mother and me
here, before we left for France.

Do you remember?
JAMES: Yes.

Those were tumultuous times.

It was here, in this glen.

You lifted me high when I
said I wished to be a bird.

If you say so.

I understand why you wouldn't
remember a trifling thing like that.

Of what consequence are the
fancies of a little girl?

Not all little girls
are born to be queens.

I should like you
to hold my child up one day.

Make him fly
as you made me.

He will be born a prince.

And one day king.

I want him to love his uncle and
to be born into a peaceful land.

I wish the same.

Then will you love your sister
as you would love her child?

For she still loves you...

And if it is a son,
she will call him James,

for both his grandfather
and his uncle.

I do not deserve
your kindness.

James.

(CRYING)

MARY: My dearest
cousin Elizabeth.

We have had our differences, and
what sorrow it has brought my heart.

But before I bring a child
into this world,

1 wish to reconcile.

I would our child
have two mothers.

BESS:
"A mother who bears him...

"And you,
his chosen godmother.

"No child would be
more blessed."

(EXHALES)

(SCREAMING)

(BABY CRYING)

ELIZABETH: I am told
the labor was long,

but only with suffering
do we know joy.

What greater joy than to
have a son to cal! your own.

Humbiy do I accept your
invitation is be his godmother,

that I might share
in your happiness.

What is more, we should return
to the issue of inheritance,

now that a new
generation is upon us.

MARY: Your terms
are most agreeable.

It is only right
that your heirs succeed you,

if you marry
and bear children of your own.

And should you not,

it is my son's great honor to
rule by your sublime example.

(BABY CRYING)

CECIL: If you
grant her succession,

we are rewarding
her disobedience.

What disobedience?

She is not our subject!

And yet
you would make us hers.

What have you produced in all your
travels between our kingdoms?

Discord.

War. Death.

And now you have the boldness
to doubt my judgment?

You had better
question yours.

I regret that you
perceive me as a failure.

CECIL: We serve you fully...

With all our hearts.

Any one of us
would gladly die for you.

But Mary is our foe,
and a Catholic.

She is only your Queen if I
should not produce an heir.

CECIL: And will you, Madam?

For you have given us
little hope so far.

Despite your every effort,
she has prevailed.

She has proven herself, in fact, far
more capable than my own Privy Council!

Should I die before my time,

we could do worse than to place
her on the throne of England.

MARY: Is this not your name?

It's forged.

Henry...
I swear. This is an outrage.

It is your hand.

(CHUCKLES)

You must believe me.

Am I not to see
my own son'?

I'm not to see him?

He's not to know his father?

For your child's sake, be contented
with a pardon and your life.

We have procured
a house for you.

We are to live apart.

Bothwell will see you there.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CHUCKLING)

You're moving.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

You must divorce him, Madam.
It is forbidden.

Not in the
Church of Scotland.

He is the father of my child.

I will not do him
such an indignity.

Darnley is cursed.

He is harmless.
Not so.

He's still plotting
to take your crown.

My men heard him.
He spoke of regicide.

You have commanded armies
against armies.

Now you fear a single man?

I did not claim to fear him.

Then why advocate divorce?

My oath is to defend
your safety.

So you do fear him.

Just as you vowed
to protect me,

I vowed loyalty
to my husband.

Any man who marries me
will try to make himself king.

I owe him neither
comfort nor title,

but I will not become
a lady Henry VIII,

dispensing with husbands
as he did wives.

(GRU ms)

Damn.

QM!

MAITLAND: My Lord, you
argued well in council.

May we borrow your
wisdom for a moment?

The Queen should not
cast aside your protection.

(DOGS BARKING)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

(cousmwe)

(BELL TOLLING)

(DARNLEY COUGHING)

(GRUNTING)

(onerous)

(PRINCE JAMES CRYING)

Mama!

It's Lord Darnley.

Attempt on his life.

Is he dead?

(MEN SHOUTING)

I'll take you to my estates.
It's not safe for you here.

James should stay with one of
your ladies for his safety.

(CRYING)

MARY:
It's okay. It's okay.

(PRINCE JAMES CRYING)

BOTHWELL: As soon as the women
are loaded, get us moved.

Come on!

(CRYING)

It's okay.
BOTHWELL: Madam.

Madam, we have to go.

Mama! Mama!

Mama! Mama!

Mama!

Mama! Mama!

Mama! Mama!

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

BOTHWELL: Pardon.

No need.

May we speak in private?

What brings you?

The Parliament will ratify a proclamation
demanding you wed a Scottish subject

now that you are widowed.

It has only been a day.

They meet tomorrow.

It is your council's advice
that you should marry me.

(EARRING CLATTERS)

What have you done?

Murderer.

(MARY GRUNTING)

Did I not come to your aid
when your Lords rebelled?

Did I not? I was loyal!

Me!

Refuse, and I will not come to
your aid when they rebel again.

Please.

(PANTING)

Come.

Undress your lady.

She has consented
to be my wife.

KNOX: A whore of Babylon who
defies the sanctity of marriage.

What's worse,

she has broken
the most solemn commandment,

"Thou shalt not kill."

She had her
husband murdered

so that she could
wed his rival.

Would we worship
a murderous harlot?

Queen Strumpet
marries another man

whom she bedded
out of wedlock!

Our kingdom
has become a disgrace,

to God and all the world!

(CROWD SHOUTING,
FEET STOMPING)

CROWD: (CHANTING) Death to the whore!
Death to the whore!

Death to the whore!
Death to the whore!

Death to the whore! Death to the whore!
Death to the whore!

Death to the whore!

Death to the whore! Death to the whore!
Death to the whore!

You promised
I would be king.

If your betrothed does abdicate,
you are abdicated also.

This was your intention. JAMES:
Events have overtaken all intentions.

Liar!

Liars!

Events, aye.

Events by your design.
Is that not true?

Speak, damn you.

Be men and own
your treachery.

Did you not deceive me?

As they have done their Queen
since the day she returned.

Were you fool enough
to trust these men?

Who took up arms against you?

You must abdicate, Madam.

When your son comes of age,
he will assume the throne.

Until then,
my Lord will be Regent.

Brother?
We found Mistress Seton.

The boy is now in our
custody at Holyrood.

You hold my son prisoner?

Not prisoner.

He's my ward,
until he is old enough...

Your namesake, James.

Named for you.

If you wish him
to be king one day,

you must abdicate.

I will not do it.
MAITLAND: You will, Madam.

By force if we must. I shall
meet force with force.

People believe you are
a traitor and a whore.

What army can defeat an entire
nation turned against its Queen?

They would sooner parade your head
on a pike than bow before a harlot.

I for one, would gladly
hold high that pike.

(GASPS SO FTLY)

Well, he is right.
You cannot raise an army.

Many times you have said I
cannot do what I have done.

Then we are finished here.

This is beyond my control.
I ask you to reconsider.

All I have done is
try to unify this land.

I know.

To relinquish the crown would
be against God's will...

But God will not protect you.

I will protect you, as my kin.

I wish that we were kin.

But we are no longer so.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(SIGHS)

(MARY SPEAKING FRENCH)

(MISTRESS FLEMING IN FRENCH)

(IN ENGLISH)
I would.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Are we to do nothing
as my sister is deposed?

She is not your sister.

Nor can she be
your successor.

Not a woman whose own
subjects call her a harlot.

This is Cecil speaking.

I speak for myself.

Though all your
council agrees.

How cruel men are.

England does not look
so different from Scotland.

Aye, they are sisters.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(HORSES SNORTING)

(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

MAN: Madam...

Come away.

I rode ahead.

She'll be here soon.

Remain here.

(HORSES SNORTING)

(HORSES APPROACHING)

Your Majesty.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Cousin?

ELIZABETH: Aye.

Are you well?

Your voice is not
what I expected.

What did you expect of it?

I do not know.

How I long to see your face.

No one can know we meet.

Yes, I have been instructed.

ELIZABETH: If you speak of
it to anyone, I shall deny.

And I will regard
your words as treason.

Am I your subject now?

No.

You are not my subject

But you do seek my help.

MARY: I am grateful
for your protection.

I am pleased to grant it.

How did it come to this?

May I see you, sister?

My eyes are weary from travel.

I should have stayed true
to your love.

I should have followed your
example and never married.

Then you would have no son.

Whose mother is
without a crown.

Whose own throne is
usurped by his uncle.

You must have faith.

Your brother will keep
his word.

I have no faith in him.

I have only faith in you.

You would let them
show the world

that a queen can
so easily be forsworn?

Answer me, sister.

To war with Scotland

and betray my own clergy on a
Catholics behalf. No, I cannot.

You know I cannot.

Did you come so far at such
great risk only to refuse me'?

(SOFTLY) I came...

I came because...

(CLOTH RUSTLING)

If you refuse me
an army...

Say it to my face.

Do not force me to beg
to your back.

I will kneel before you
if I must.

(VOICE BREAKING)
It would make no difference.

You are safe here
in England.

That's all I can offer.

I have been abandoned
by so many.

I am utterly alone.

As am I.

Alone.

Then be my sister.

Be my boy's Godmother.

Together we could conquer
all of those who doubt us.

Do not play into their hands.

Our enmity is precisely
what they hope for.

I know your heart has more within
it than the men who counsel you.

I am more man than woman now.

The throne has made me so.

But I have no enmity with you.

Except to seed rebellion

and to deceive me,
time and time again.

If you still seek
my protection,

you would do well
to watch your words.

I will not be scolded
by my inferior.

Your inferior?

I am a Stuart,

which gives me greater claim
to England than you possess.

(EXHALES)

I had this made

because I wanted to present
the best version of myself.

I was jealous.

Your beauty.

Your bravery.

(VOICE BREAKING)
Your motherhood.

(scams)

You seemed to surpass me
in every way.

But now, I see
there is no cause for envy.

Your gifts

are your downfall.

What now, sister?

(INHALES SHARPLY)

You will still have
my protection,

under my terms.
Until you have me killed.

I will do no such thing.

Wouldn't you?

As Henry killed your mother?

I am not my father.

But you share his blood.

As long as you do not
provoke my enemies,

you have nothing to fear.

Your fate rests
in your own hands.

If I seek to help
your enemies,

'tis only because
you pushed me to their arms.

And should you murder me,

remember you murder
your sister

and you murder your Queen.

Take her somewhere
you can guard her well.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(GATE OPENING)

It's time.

ELIZABETH: Sister.

Evidence has been presented
to me written in your hand.

It shows that you have conspired with
Catholic forces against my life.

Whether these letters
are in your hand or net,

I must act.

I wish I could speak
these words to you directly.

But they exist only in my mind

as both a prayer

and a penance.

I hope that God
wit! hear them.

Believe me when I teil you how it
ages me to bee: such a burden,

ordering to death
the only other woman

who knows what
it means to rule

as a queen in this land.

(CLOTHES RUSTLING)

(SCRAPING)

You were right when we
spoke a half-lifetime ago.

You said the day would come,

and that day has come.

I regret not doing then
what I do now,

so that I could have
spared you so many years

of imprisonment and misery.

If you would Ia y eyes upon me
now, you would not recognize me.

I have relinquished all sense
of self to the throne,

which rules my every
word and action.

But when I think of you,

I see no! an aged woman,

but rather the young,
resplendent Queen

whose ponrait I first gazed
upon five and 20 years ago,

and whose beauty shone
so brightly when we met,

despite her despair.

I know God's arms will accept
you in that likeness...

As the young, fierce Queen

who I have always
loved and admired.

May your soul
have pity on mine.

(scams)

Your Grace.

Your Grace.

(STOMPING FOOT)

By order of our
sovereign Elizabeth,

Queen of England,
Wales and Ireland,

Overlord of Scotland,

certified by her Privy Council
and Parliament,

Mary Stuart is condemned
to death

this day'
February the eighth,

the year of our Lord 1587.

(ALL GASPING)

(ALL MURMURING)

She thinks herself a martyr.

James,

my only son,

I pray that with your life

you will succeed
where I could not,

and for which lam
about to give my life.

In my end is my beginning;.

I shah be watching you
from heaven

as you: crown, one day,
unites two kingdoms.

And we shall have peace.

(BREATH TREMBLES)