Reign

- Previously on Reign... - (Bash gasps)

You have magic in you.

Trust no one.

Especially not the likes of Martel De Guise.

If I'd have known you were a Guise,

I would have never let you take me to bed that night.

Should we halt our military advances in Scotland?

I don't think that's wise.

But Mary's alive.

We don't know that for sure.

Several Scottish lords

have already agreed to back me

as their ruler.

We received word from Edinburgh.

What does Mary ask of you?

To kill Queen Elizabeth.

This is your fault.

Following after Charles on some misguided plot

to take down the Red Knights,

and lose the king of France.

You were right about the Red Knights.

We have to escape.

Your lordships. John Knox.

Don't pretend you care that my sister is dead.

James, you and I and the other lords

can rule Scotland together

as a Protestant government.

Call a meeting tomorrow

and dissolve the throne.

Mary, you're alive.

I am Mary, Queen of Scots, and I have come for my throne.

I am a stranger in my own home.

My own land.

Scotland is a feudal place in many ways.

People look to their regional nobles for leadership

more than their monarch or regent.

And the nobles, they bow

to a select few who have risen to prominence.

Your Protestant friends,

the Lords of the Congregation.

What do you make of this threat from England?

I trust the intelligence we've received,

that Elizabeth means to unite the two countries.

She means to take mine.

And where do the nobles stand?

None will speak openly.

But, as many follow John Knox,

I would listen carefully to what he preaches.

He states he would rather be ruled by a Protestant

from afar than a Catholic at home.

A Protestant woman, no less.

Yes, it's saying something that he would support her,

given his hatred of all women.

What is his issue?

They disgust him.

Now, I've never met his mother, but my guess is,

- it starts there. - (Scoffs)

Mary,

he's a master orator and people listen to him.

You-you can't attack him directly

or arrest him without seeming to crush the Protestant faith.

You would, however,

beat Elizabeth at her own game

and appease Knox if you do as he's asked.

Convert to the religion of the land.

He didn't ask,

he demanded

and then ordered me to step down from my throne

if I didn't obey.

Where are you going?

To show John Knox

that queens do not bow to their subjects.

It is, in fact, quite the other way around.

Stand up for Her Majesty!

Did they come willingly?

Of course.

They were told it was at the queen regent's invitation.

Welcome.

Two nights ago, I dined on onion soup

and the broth was sweet,

having none of the bite common to that vegetable.

When I learned that the morsels were grown

in your town of Vouvant, I wanted to thank you personally.

What's the real meaning of this?

I interrogated the captured Red Knight

and he refuses to speak.

If I'm to glean any information

on Charles' whereabouts,

I'm going to have to change my strategy.

You will take over the questioning.

And if he still won't talk?

The prisoner knows these individuals,

and if he still refuses

to answer your questions,

he can watch while the torturer chops off their fingers.

Francis was a good king.

He and his nation, followers of the true faith.

And I'm glad to see you are as well.

I am in mourning in God's house only.

Otherwise I am moving forward with my life.

And I would like to take Scotland

into the future as well.

Bishop Hamilton.

Could you not do this in private?

In your own chambers...

- Reverend Knox. - Your Majesty.

If your intention is to take Mass, I must remind you

that it is forbidden by the Lords of the Congregation.

But I am your queen.

I have returned and I will practice

my faith.

But you can tell the nobles who alerted you to my activities

this afternoon that I have no desire

to impose my religion on anyone else

or to impede the worship of theirs.

We can live together in peace.

Scots united.

Or do you not stand with us?

Do you stand with Elizabeth,

who plans to absorb Scotland,

to erase its very existence?

It will never happen.

How can you be so dismissive?

Our intelligence has been vetted.

Elizabeth is planning some sort of aggression.

Women say such things in anger for effect.

For attention.

You, your faith, and the Vatican are the real threat to peace.

I have returned home to lead this country to greatness.

Help me bring all of my people together,

or may God

and your queen have mercy on your soul.

- (Sighs) - Your son is fine.

- Sleeping like a lamb. - (Sighs)

I'm more worried about you.

I have read this letter over and over,

praying I'm misinterpreting Mary's code.

Asking you to slay her rival.

Elizabeth plans to take Scotland,

and once she does, she cannot allow Mary to survive.

But, Lady Lola, you are a mother, a wife,

not an assassin.

In two days there is a summit of Elizabeth's advisors.

The event will allow

Mary's agent to blend in and then strike.

All the assassin needs

is someone on the inside,

someone that Elizabeth can trust.

If you're caught...

Mary has sent coin enough to plan my escape,

but I won't risk John's life.

Arrange another meeting with my husband.

My queen,

my friend needs me.

Elizabeth must die.

I know you were planning on holding court,

but I wouldn't just yet.

What is it? What's happened?

There was a slaughter of Protestants

in a small village near St. Andrews.

Houses burned,

mothers and fathers gutted in front of their children.

The few Catholics who were left fled.

- We must find them. - They're probably

halfway to Ireland by now.

They did round up the village priest

who seems to have incited the violence.

Mary.

I was meeting with your military leaders

when news came in that a group of Englishmen have been sighted

traveling from town to town.

A delegation of noblemen sent by Elizabeth.

They seem to be meeting with various lords

who hold sway in their regions,

particularly Protestants.

She's trying to turn them.

Seeing who's willing to ally themselves with her against me.

The timing of this could not be worse.

Coming on the heels of the Catholic slaughter

of Protestants.

Bring me this Catholic priest.

If he is guilty, he will hang.

Now you and I are going to go

and meet these English nobles and tell them that

Scotland is not for sale.

I will assemble a team of queensguard to accompany us.

I thought I recognized you.

You were among the Druids attacked by Clan Macfie.

Your wounds were grave, and yet,

your neck, there's not a mark on you.

I remember you, too.

Touched by magic you are.

You don't belong here.

You can't protect her.

Mary, you mean.

You're not doing all that you can do.

All that you're capable of.

Bash?

I'm sorry. A moment.

Lord Dudley.