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[Catherine] Previously on "The Serpent Queen..."

From now on, anyone lays a hand on my maid

answers to me.

How does it feel to teach them a lesson?

It feels good.

Of course it does.

Don't you understand?

We will both be out

unless you give Henri a son.

I've tried everything.

Will you let me help you?

I suggest that the couple make love à levrette.

Well, that should do the trick. Mm?

[grunts, sighs] Good night.

Let's hope that did the trick.

You ride well, I notice.

You do most things well, don't you?

[Henri] Someone wishes my wife ill.

[Francis] Henri, do you really believe

that your brother would do such a thing?

I must get pregnant.

I'll pay what's required.

Are you sure about that?

I need a minute.

Find the man who killed my son.

Was it you or your dressmaker?

Please, please!

I did everything I could.

Did you?

[screaming]

With Ruggieri, there's always a price.

Your new dauphine, who is with child.

[Catherine] In a week's time, my second son

will be crowned king of France.

Does he look like a king to you?

-Uh! -Oh!

I will do everything in my power

to make sure that it doesn't happen.

As the king's widow, the throne is rightfully mine.

[Catherine] Now, where was I?

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[inciting music plays]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[bell ringing]

You'll pay for what you done to me

when Mary's queen again.

Mary?

Her husband, the king, is dead.

In a few days, his younger brother will ascend the throne.

Everyone knows that witch

is behind what happened to the king.

That she'd do that to her own flesh and blood.

The two of you deserve each other.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

Shall I tell the queen

that is your opinion?

Me?

I have no opinion.

You must have misunderstood.

Must have.

You missed a spot.

Well?

Thought so.

Show us your tits.

[both laughing]

[rain pattering]

[Catherine] Shame it's raining.

I was hoping for a walk after breakfast.

Looks like it might clear up.

[Catherine] Let's hope so.

I'm tired of being indoors.

Does Mary have a claim to the throne?

My son, Charles IX, will be king.

[Rahima] But he's so young.

And I will be there to protect him.

And not Mary?

Who have you been speaking to?

One of the girls said something.

The one you maimed?

Pay it no mind.

Mary's grief-stricken

over the death of my son.

She even blames me for it.

How did your son,

the king, die?

We'll get to that in time.

The agony of losing a child,

it never fades.

Fifteen years had passed.

I had spent my youth behind the palace walls.

[birds chirping]

Fifteen years and nine children.

[Catherine wailing in distance]

Mary had been with us almost her entire childhood

on account of her betrothal to our eldest son.

He was besotted by her.

[wailing continues]

[indistinct chatter]

We had settled into an unusual domesticity.

My husband shared my bed and that of his mistress.

Longer next time.

Breathe normally.

And... push again.

-[Catherine groaning] -[Henri] Push, push.

Yeah.

[Catherine screaming]

Bring me a blade.

[Catherine screaming]

-[people clamoring] -Do as I say, woman!

-[Henri] Doctor, what is it? -[Catherine] No!

What is it?

The child is inverted in the birth canal.

If we do not break its limb,

-the mother will die. -[Henri] Then--

-No! -Then do it.

-No! -Do it. Shh, shh.

You do what you must, Doctor.

-Henri-- -Please--no, no, no.

-Shh, shh. -[Catherine] No!

-[sobbing] -Hold her down.

Hold her down. Catherine. Catherine.

[shushing] Please, please.

-[Catherine wailing] -[Henri shushing]

Have courage. Have courage.

Have courage, please.

[shushing]

-[bones breaking] -[cries out]

-[shushing] -[sobbing]

-[Dr. Fernel] Hold her still. -No!

[somber choral music plays]

♪ ♪

Soon, I felt a heavy fog settle over me.

[thunder rumbling]

There were days when I began to doubt my existence.

[mouse squeaking]

[snake rattles]

Not to mention my sanity.

There had been other changes at court.

Ruggieri had disappeared from my life.

He left me his mirror to remember him by.

[indistinct chatter]

At the time,

I was grateful for his absence.

[girl] Thank you, sir.

[Catherine] Montmorency had not been seen

for many years.

Some say he was fighting for money in Flanders.

Charles of Bourbon had retired to his country seat

to tend to his wife's beloved gardens.

Pig fucker.

[scissors snip]

[church bells ringing]

[Catherine] The First Duke of Guise...

Hail Mary, full of grace...

[Catherine] ...had also left his Privy Council position

and dedicated himself to his Catholic faith,

ultimately succumbing in the act of prayer.

[speaking French]

[tense music plays]

[dog barking]

♪ ♪

[Catherine] The duke's sons,

who took his place at court,

were more enterprising.

[knocking on door]

[Geraldine] What is it?

If it's that fucking cardinal,

I'll blow his balls off.

Don't do anything stupid.

Pierre...

You can go back to sleep if you'd rather.

I knew we should never have moved to the country.

Morning.

What is the meaning of this?

I've already told you

I'm not selling you my house.

Yes. Yes, you did, sadly.

So now we're seizing Chateau Chenonceau

for unpaid taxes.

I've paid my taxes.

[Cardinal Guise] No, you didn't.

Not the new ones.

By order of the Catholic Church.

That's you.

Oh, yeah. So it is.

If I were you, Pierre,

I'd consider myself really fucking lucky,

'cause word is you've been seen consorting with Protestants.

There's no law against it.

Not yet. Not yet.

What about you?

You in on this?

Apparently.

I thought you were a man of honor.

Well, that's the thing about honor--

so difficult to define, don't you think?

[Cardinal Guise] Right, enough of the chitchat.

What's it gonna be?

A, do you surrender the house?

Or B, do we take it?

You choose. Which one?

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[soldier] Come on. Clear it out.

-Told you. -Fuck's sake!

[indistinct chatter]

What is that?

A wager that I wouldn't have to kill you.

That he wouldn't have to kill you.

Do you see what happened there?

My brother bet on your cowardice

and I bet on your courage.

You should be fucking flattered.

The king will hear of this!

Ah, I think you'll find the king's busy.

[both grunting and moaning]

[Catherine] The king, however, was like me,

a stranger to his daily routines.

Oh, fuck it.

[scoffs]

[breathing heavily]

Hey.

It doesn't matter.

Of course it matters.

The only reason people say

it doesn't matter is because

it fucking matters!

[breathing heavily]

In fact, I'm pretty sure

nothing else matters quite as much.

Do you want to play ancient pharaohs?

Ah--oh, it's pointless.

Well, I love you just as always.

You know, maybe you shouldn't waste your time

with an old man like me anymore.

[Anne] Well, maybe something is troubling you.

Oh, I wonder what.

Maybe it's the fact that my...

dick is sitting here like a dead fucking slug.

Because something is bothering you.

When your mind is free,

you are as energetic as a boy.

Yeah, well, I'm not a boy.

[sighs]

I'm an old man,

an old king.

And like most old kings...

...I have my regrets.

What kind of king

do you think Henri will make when I'm gone?

I fear his attachment

to Diane de Poitiers may make him weak.

[Francis chuckles]

And you wonder why

my mind is not free.

Ha!

I blame his mother.

When the Holy Roman Emperor locked him up,

she used to weep day and night

for her sons.

Nothing I said, nothing I did

would make her stop.

Got to the point where I couldn't stand

the sight of her.

[Anne] Hm.

[Francis sighs]

I watched her fade away

to almost nothing,

die of a broken heart.

Truth is, not a day goes by

I don't... regret my treatment of her.

[Anne] And that's what worries you?

Fear for your boy.

Regret for your dead wife.

Yes.

And what about me?

You?

I-I've always been good to you.

[Anne] Yes, you have...

in your way.

Because I put paint on my face to hide my age,

forego children to keep my body youthful,

and restrict my breathing with corsets

because I know this is how you like me.

But what happens when you decide

I am no longer worth fucking?

Oh, come on.

I'll always take care of you--

Not when you're dead and gone.

There's an age difference between you and I,

if you hadn't noticed.

I am not family.

I know what I am. I'm disposable.

Oh, stop it.

Oh, for God's sake, don't act

like you don't know how this works.

You've arranged it this way.

I've had enough of this.

You come here of your own free will!

[Anne laughs]

Free will?

Who has any free will around here except maybe you?

What's gotten into you?

[Anne] Nothing.

I know what I entered into.

I've never lied to myself about it.

So I would appreciate it

if you would do the same.

Rather than standing there and telling me

you weep over your poor dead wife

for whom you never gave the slightest fuck

while she was alive.

Honesty has always been your only quality.

Don't give it up now.

[door opens and closes]

[birds chirping]

[Pierre] Blessed is the man

that walketh not in the council of the ungodly

nor standeth in the way of sins

nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful,

but his delight is in the love of the Lord.

And he shall be like a tree...

That's him.

Are you sure?

[Catherine] The Bourbons, too,

had assumed their father's place

on the Privy Council.

Let's go.

[Catherine] Their plan for advancement

seemed to be disrupting

any plans the Guises made.

Pierre Marques, isn't it?

It is.

Big fans.

[Louis] Mm.

Heard you've had a spot of trouble

with a certain member of the clergy.

And what would the Bourbon princes of the blood

care about my plight?

We are your fellow religious.

Of course we care.

As we do about all our fellow...

sheep.

[clears throat]

We-we also have a great respect

for members of the Third Estate.

[Pierre] Of course you do.

-Because we have money. -[Geraldine scoffs]

[Louis laughing] Uh, no.

Uh, because you are the future.

Maybe we could be of help to you.

How exactly?

[Louis] We hear you're an enterprising man

with various schemes and projects abroad,

and we have connections at the court.

Surely we could discover

some utility in each other

if only we took the time to,

uh, break the ice.

Come see us when you're more disposed to it.

[Pierre grunts]

[Antoine] Lovely service.

Very moving.

[Louis] Mm.

[tense music plays]

-[indistinct chatter] -[laughter]

♪ ♪

[door clanks]

Right, that's enough of this.

Time to get out of this room.

[Angelica] People are talking.

They say you're dying.

You might want to remind your husband

you still exist.

Unless you want to lose him to Diane altogether.

Not to mention the children you have who are still alive.

They might like to know they have a mother.

Don't know why you bothered having them otherwise.

Not like you to give maternal advice.

It's an obvious point.

Thought maybe you were

regretting certain choices.

You can't regret something that never was.

Not according to Ruggieri.

You may wash me.

-[Henri] Oh, come here, you. -[laughs]

[chatter and laughter]

Oh, I'm gonna get you.

[Diane] Hello, cousin.

Would you like to join us?

[children giggling]

[Henri] You're mine. You're mine.

I'm glad to see you up.

I had the cook make biscuits.

They're sugar and lemon,

their favorite.

Unfortunately, Mary has decided

sweets aren't permitted before lunch.

Well, surely we can make an exception.

She is very strict.

They won't dare disobey her.

Perhaps if you leave them,

I'll make sure everyone gets theirs.

[Mary] All right, children.

Time to go inside.

Come along.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

Good to see you up and about.

Feeling a bit better?

Yes.

Good, good.

I'm sorry.

I haven't been feeling myself lately.

No, no, no, no. You don't have to apologize.

You lost a son.

-We lost a son. -[Henri] Yes.

I am aware.

Perhaps we can be a comfort to one another.

Will you come and see me tonight?

Yes, of course.

Okay.

Who's next?

[chatter and laughter]

[Henri] Diane?

Henri, you're crazy.

[both laughing]

[Catherine] I should've known that our arrangement

could not last.

[tense music plays]

[Henri] Father, the, um,

the Bourbons would like to lodge

an official complaint

of the conduct of the Duke and Cardinal of Guise.

What's new?

My dear cousins have taken

to seizing the homes of prominent Protestants.

You've heard of Chenonceau?

Many regard it as the most

beautiful house in all of France.

Cardinal Guise has now claimed it for himself.

It's not for him, it's for the church.

[scoffs] And who's going to live in it?

The poor?

[Cardinal Guise] May I remind you

that was a law

signed by the king himself.

[Francis] Hmm?

I don't remember that.

And yet you did sign it, Your Majesty.

Yes, because you're constantly

buzzing around me like a fucking gnat

with pieces of paper.

I'm sure the compulsive accumulation of country homes

is a natural side effect of social inadequacy,

but resentment will build amongst the populace.

Your Majesty, I'm simply

on the side of tradition.

Yeah. The nouveau riche always are.

[Cardinal Guise] Then consider us on the side

of what is good for this country.

-[all clamoring] -[Antoine] Fucking hell.

-[Eleanor] That's revolting. -[Henri] Ah, no.

[Eleanor] Ugh.

-Oh! -[Henri] Ah!

How do you expect me to eat

when you're bickering like women?

[groaning]

You two haven't a fucking clue

what's good for the country.

And you don't care.

All you care about is yourselves,

the same as these two!

Now, you can keep the house you stole.

To keep the peace,

the House of Bourbon will take the property

of the Duke of Nemours,

a Catholic pederast

who died without legitimate heirs.

Your Majesty, I have to object to that--

The meeting is over!

[sighs]

[Eleanor] Oh, dear. Are you all right?

You have to chew your food.

-[dog whines] -[Eleanor] You are here.

Excellent.

Disaster averted.

There's nothing worse than Prime without a fourth.

So nice of you to join.

Do you know Antoinette of Guise?

She's returned to the court

since the untimely death of her husband.

As a comfort to my sons.

Unyielding in her devotion, really.

I hear you might become a permanent member

of our little club.

[noblewoman] Then it's true?

You are to be spared your husband's attentions?

My God. What a relief that must be.

Ten children. I mean, you should be sainted.

I don't know how you managed.

The day my husband ceased his stumbles into my bedchamber

were the happiest days of my life.

He was a simple man.

[Eleanor] Yes.

I saw my future waiting for me like an open grave.

Please excuse me.

I-I just remembered a prior engagement.

No.

A meeting with my dressmaker.

[Eleanor gasps] Catherine used to have

the most brilliant dressmaker.

Well, of course you all remember him, the Italian.

My husband had his limbs pulled off.

Unfortunate.

[chuckling]

I really am sorry.

I must go.

Oh, don't insult us with false manners.

Just say it.

You find us dull.

I do not.

You shroud yourself in your pain

in order to feel special.

Well, you're not.

The rest of us just bear it

better than you.

Would you like to know why I'm here?

My brother,

the Holy Roman Emperor,

made the king's marriage to me

a condition of peace

after one of their silly wars.

I am no more than a punishment.

Then again, maybe you are special,

because I was never stupid enough to fall in love

with the man I was arranged to.

I wouldn't wish that misery on anyone.

Not that it is any of your business...

...but I am perfectly content

with the relationship with my husband.

Oh, my dear. No one believes that.

No.

Not even you.

[calculating music plays]

♪ ♪

[Anne] King of hearts for you.

-Oh, sneaky. -[laughing]

-Queen. -And another one.

[Henri chuckling]

Catherine, can't you sleep?

I came for you.

I was expecting you.

Didn't you tell her...

Tell me what?

I haven't had the chance.

Henri? Tell me what?

[Diane scoffs]

Cousin, I am so sorry

to have to be the one to convey such difficult news.

Dr. Fernel says it was a miracle

you survived the birth.

If you were to ever get pregnant again,

we might not be so lucky.

We can't take the risk.

We don't want to lose you.

Do we, Henri?

No.

No, of course not.

Diane...

...I would like to be alone with my husband.

Can you please leave us?

That was not the arrangement.

I tolerated the nights you spent together

when children were the result.

[Catherine] You tolerated?

You tolerated?

I am his wife!

And a wife is for making children.

You are free to find pleasure elsewhere

if that is what you desire.

Make no mistake,

Henri belongs with me.

Well, why don't we ask Henri what he desires?

Sure. Henri?

Henri.

Come.

What can I say?

I'm where I want to be.

[tense music plays]

[Catherine] Though my life was no longer in danger,

I now felt the possibility of it slipping away altogether.

I didn't know it then,

but the king would be the source of my preservation.

[Mathilde] Catherine. Catherine.

What is it?

The king has requested

your presence for a hunt.

What, now?

Yes. Now.

Thought you two were done with each other.

It was cold.

The princess needs to be dressed for a hunt.

-[Angelica groans] -Now?

Yes. Now.

Fuck's sake.

Get up.

Morning.

Why so fucking early?

Does he think the stags will die of old age

if we go out after lunch?

I hate hunting.

Oh, you don't have the stomach for it?

On the contrary, I just don't understand

why I have to chase around my dinner and kill it myself.

That's why God invented servants.

I, on the other hand, love an early hunt.

Well, it doesn't surprise me.

Slaughter of small animals

probably gets you in the mood.

I wonder what gets you in the mood.

Hand job off your mother usually does the trick.

[laughing]

She likes a bit of rough trade.

Does she?

Ah!

A great day for it, hmm?

[chuckling]

[Louis] You sure this is a good idea?

If you're not feeling up to it,

there is no shame in calling it off.

Of course I'm up to it.

[chuckling]

Well, if you're not, maybe you should stay

and work on your needlepoint with Diane.

Oh, come on!

[magisterial music plays]

♪ ♪

-Ha! -[horse whinnies]

Whoa.

[wind rustling]

[stag lowing]

[soft dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

Why'd you let him go?

I don't know.

Anyway,

I can always come back

and kill him tomorrow.

Hmm?

[Henri] Ah.

There you are.

We were worried.

Perhaps you should try to keep up.

[laughter]

Got away, did he?

Of course not, you prick.

Obviously, the king let him go.

[groaning]

Henri!

Father, speak to me.

Father, speak to me, please.

We need some help, please.

Get help!

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Francis breathing laboriously]

[groaning]

[Henri muttering indistinctly]

Is that Catherine?

[Henri] Yeah.

I'd like to speak with her.

Everyone will try to take advantage of my death.

But you will be the real winner.

Wait and see.

You must promise me

not to give up on Henri

because of that woman.

He-he needs a wife,

not a mother.

He needs you.

He doesn't have the backbone

to rule alone.

The trick is

don't ever show favor.

Hmm?

No matter who you think is right.

Keep the Bourbons and the Guises

fighting each other.

That way, your position

will always be secure.

Ah, you get it.

You-you get it, I know.

Everything will come right

when you're crowned queen.

I promise you.

Thank you for your kindness.

Henri.

When you are king,

you will put this fine woman

on your Privy Council.

Yeah.

You-you have my word, Father.

[laughs] She-she will be our salvation.

[chuckles]

[coughs, groans]

[breathing laboriously]

[bell ringing]

With the king gone,

those he had protected

had no choice but to leave.

[indistinct murmurs]

Now is the time

to exert influence.

Yes, Mother.

With the old man gone,

there will be a feeding frenzy.

Don't let yourself be passed over like your father did.

Are you listening?

I am, not that I need to.

Heard it all before.

We both have.

Then you should have no trouble

doing what I tell you.

Diane is the one

you have to court.

She will not let her influence

on the new king slip now.

If she'd had the good sense to be born a man,

the game would be almost over.

Painful, isn't it?

You loved him more than anyone,

and now there is no place for you in his story.

Your time will come, you know.

What you don't understand about me

is that everything I've done

is to make sure I will never find myself

in the position you're in now.

I wish you well.

You may not believe me,

but I do.

You were always a sweet boy.

Good luck.

I'm afraid you will need it.

Mm.

You want some advice?

Fade into the background.

Become dull, uninteresting,

and you might just survive,

as I did.

[Catherine] Hmm.

I'm not like you.

[Eleanor] No.

You're not.

More's the pity.

Anyway, my brother will not

make your husband's reign an easy one.

He will miss his rivalry with Francis,

and he will take it out on his son.

Adieu to you all.

Who knows when we will meet again?

[inciting music plays]

♪ ♪

Ah.

I've invited my wife to join us.

As you know, my father thought highly of her opinion.

[Catherine] I will always be grateful to Francis

for my elevation in status.

[Henri] I've called a meeting with my Privy Council

so I can hear your proposals.

A new era calls for new policies.

Obviously, Your Majesty,

the very first order of business should be

putting strict limitations

on the spreading disease

of the Protestant faith

before it continues to rot

the moral fiber of our nation.

Moral fiber? Very good.

My cousins are stuck in the Dark Ages.

If you really want to announce the beginning of a new era,

the era of King Henry II,

you must prioritize trade, capitalism,

globalization,

exploration of the New World.

That's where the future lies.

Right, Antoine?

Yeah. Ab-absolutely.

A French colony in America

would be totally wow.

Catherine, what do you think?

I think, with your father dead...

...a Holy Roman Emperor will test you.

You should ready yourself for war.

I, uh-I think we're beyond that.

The Holy Roman Emperor will not

break the treaty your father signed,

I can assure you.

He learned his lesson at your own hand, Your Majesty.

The last time he saw you...

...you were a boy.

He will test you.

[clears throat]

Casal.

I would like you to lead a garrison of men

to the border as a deterrent, yes?

A single garrison?

-Will that suffice? -[Henri] Yes.

Yes.

A single garrison will suffice.

Anything more would appear a provocation.

And the point is to prevent a war

rather than start one.

[Henri] And when they get a look

at our fine Gallic warriors,

then they will shit themselves and run for the hills.

-Well said. -[laughter]

-Indeed. -[Henri clears throat]

Anything else?

Well, there is the, uh, matter

of the coronation, Your Majesty.

Yes.

Of course.

[Cardinal Guise] We must make the occasion

a display of continuity and new ambition.

[Louis scoffs]

Therefore, a direct contradiction.

If I were you, I'd stay out of it.

No one knows how to put on a show

like the Catholic Church.

Quite.

[Henri] Right, well... [clears throat]

...I'll leave that with you.

Shall I? Good then.

[calculating music plays]

♪ ♪

What's he doing?

He's all right.

No, he should join in.

Francis!

Join the game.

M-Mary says it's safer if I don't,

on account of my breathing.

Yes, it is. I see.

Well, you'll grow out of it soon.

And you'll be as fine a player as any of them.

You really think so?

Yes. Yes, of course.

And Mary and I are to be married?

You have been betrothed to her

since you were four years old.

I'm almost of age.

Almost.

Francis. Francis, come.

-May I, Father? -Yes, of course. Go, go.

[Mary] You can keep score, hmm?

Stand there.

[Catherine] You're good with him.

With all the children.

Well, I try.

One should aim to be a fine example.

Aren't I?

There is talk regarding Diane.

I pay no attention to court gossip.

Well, gossip matters when you are king.

[Henri] My father never apologized

for the company he kept.

The fact that you are romantically involved

with a woman nearly twice your age,

it raises questions about your independence.

My independence...

is of my concern,

as is the source of my pleasure.

Yes?

I live my life as I see fit.

I have never objected to your friendship.

But now that you are king,

it can only undermine your position.

Something tells me it's your own position

that you're concerned about.

It is customary for a new queen

to offer gifts to her favorites.

Allow me to gift my cousin

the Chateau Chaumont.

It is not far.

And you can see each other whenever you like.

Chateau Chaumont?

She'll be happy there.

Perhaps.

Speak to Diane.

If she agrees...

I will not oppose it.

[serene music plays]

May I?

I like it very much.

What is it?

Sandalwood from the east.

Is that too tight?

-No. -Perfect.

And it will be ready?

Of course.

-What is this? -[Catherine] Ah.

When we are crowned king and queen,

we will need a royal crest.

What do you think?

I think it's posh bollocks.

[gasps]

When I am queen, you will heed me.

Or what?

I'll make you shorter.

If only you could make yourself prettier.

You'd need Ruggieri for that.

You don't need Ruggieri for anything.

Besides, you've gotten

everything you wanted without him.

Though I do wonder what's become of him.

Enough.

I've told you before, I do not wish

to hear his name mentioned.

[knock on door]

You called for me, cousin?

Yes.

You may leave me now.

[door closes]

Now that I'm to be crowned queen,

I thought you should stay somewhere else.

All of the arrangements will be taken care of.

You will live at the Chateau Chaumont.

You are most generous.

You have been a good

and loyal friend to my husband.

And for that,

I am eternally grateful.

I am the one who is grateful...

...Your Majesty.

[door slams]

[knock on door]

You asked for me?

And you came.

Close the door.

I hear you're skilled at what you do.

You heard right.

If, for instance, I had a problem,

you would have a solution.

That depends.

On?

Well, I suppose

the nature of the problem.

[Diane] All right, then.

The new king,

your mistress's husband,

I made him.

I taught him everything he knows.

And now I am to be made obsolete,

to fade into the woodwork

liked a used up whore,

like a fucking shopgirl.

But I'm not the fucking shopgirl here,

am I?

You expect me to help you

when you know my mistress would not approve?

And yet you are here,

because, like the rest of us,

you would like a hand in your own fate.

So, Angelica,

is my problem one you can help me with?

You want to be noticed.

I want to be unforgettable.

Whatever your mistress is paying you,

I will double.

[Angelica] My father gave me this.

He told me there were ancient tribes

that believed the ingestion of gold

would make them live forever.

Turns out it doesn't.

Turns out gold can poison the mind

if consumed in significant doses.

But... just enough

will preserve your youth...

...and make you shine from within.

Very good, Angelica.

Very good.

[Henri] I never expected it to be me.

You know?

After my brother died,

I knew it would happen one day,

of course, of course.

I just--I don't know.

I just hope I can make him proud, that's all.

[soft dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Diane] Nothing makes me happier

than seeing you crowned King of France.

Do you know that?

I wouldn't be here without you.

Nor I.

You were born for this.

Tomorrow, you will be crowned

God's representative on Earth.

Tonight...

I want to show you what it is

to be loved like a god.

[inciting music plays]

♪ ♪

[hushed chatter]

You look lovely.

Those are Diane's colors.

Are they?

Oh, yes. [laughs]

I guess I'm not very good at these things, I'm afraid.

Diane offered to help.

Hello, cousin.

You are a vision.

[laughs]

Never forget...

...that throne belongs to me

every single bit as much

as it belongs to you, hmm?

Shall we?

Come along, cousin.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[inciting music plays]

♪ ♪

I give you your king.

[cheers and applause]

And your queen.

Would you like to kiss the new king?

I have a message from the Holy Roman Emperor.

[Diane gasps]

[crowd clamoring]

[Rahima] You were right then,

about the Holy Roman Emperor.

Henri should have listened to you.

Yes.

But I was wrong about Diane.

I learned the hard way

you must never underestimate an enemy.

[knocking on door]

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Rahima] What is it?

[Catherine] It's treachery.

I-I don't...

I-I can't read.

I'm sorry.

It was thoughtless of me.

Could you leave me, please?

I have much to think about.

[footmen laughing]

[crying]

[guard] Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's the matter with you?

I can barely bring myself to say it.

Well, come on. Spit it out.

One of these men

exposed themselves to me.

One of these two?

I found it most upsetting.

What do you want me to do about it?

The queen said anyone

who interferes with her maid

must answer to her.

Right.

Young men.

Which one of you was it?

Perhaps if I were to see the offending member,

I can identify it.

All right.

You heard her.

Drop your trousers.

[huffs] What?

Get on with it.

I don't have all day.

[noblewomen muttering]

[laughing quietly]

[noblewoman] Oh, my.

Dear.[laughs]

I-I must be mistaken.

It was significantly larger.

Shame.

[noblewomen giggling]

["There She Goes Again" by King Princess playing]

♪ ♪

[singer] ♪ There she goes again ♪

♪ She's out On the street again ♪

♪ She's down on her knees My friend ♪

♪ But you know that she'll Never ask you please again ♪

♪ Now take a look There's no tears in her eyes ♪

♪ And she won't take it From just any guy ♪

-♪ What can you do? ♪ -[chorus] ♪ There she goes ♪

[singer] ♪ You see her Walkin' on down the streets ♪

[chorus] ♪ There she goes ♪

[singer] ♪ Look at all your friends ♪

♪ That she's gonna meet ♪

[chorus] ♪ There she goes ♪

[laughter]

♪ There she goes again ♪

♪ She's knocked out On her feet again ♪

♪ She's down on her knees My friend ♪

♪ But you know that she'll Never ask you please again ♪

♪ Now take a look There's no tears in her eyes ♪

♪ Like a bird, You know she will fly ♪

♪ Fly, fly away ♪

♪ Oh, you see her Walkin' on down the streets ♪

♪ Look at all your friends That she's gonna meet ♪

♪ She's gonna bawl and shout She's gonna work it out ♪

♪ She's gonna work it out Bye, bye, bye ♪

♪ B-bye, bye, bye, b-bye Bye, bye, bye ♪

♪ B-bye, bye, bye, b-bye Ow! ♪