Mary Queen of Scots

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Elizabeth,

my dear cousin,

this will be the last of my unsent letters.

Tomorrow there will no longer

be two queens in England.

Ye'! I find I bear you no grudge;

rather 6 am filled with a deep compassion.

I know you are as powerless

to change your role,

as I have been to change mine.

l am frightened, Your Majesty.

Don't be.

I thank you for staying with me.

I'm not going to let them take you.

I will protect you.

For you must be allowed

to have your own life.

You will be the queen,

they never let me be.

When I think back 44 years ago in Scotland,

I realize neither of us

had an easy start in life.

I could barely move my tiny hands,

yet politics was already clawing

at my unsuspecting soul.

Pay attention,

give me your hand.

Hold your dress.

Concentrate,

keep your head up,

look straight ahead.

Very good, Marie.

I don

but' mine was not' a very settled upbringing.

As you must know

your father was so determined

I should marry his sickly son

he sent troops to ransack my country.

$0 many Scots lost their lives

in my rough wooing as an infant queen.

When I was being carted

from one stronghold to another,

sometimes I couldn't tell whether

what I was seeing was real or a nightmare.

Farewell, my child,

and may God grant you safe passage

to a more peaceful land.

They will protect you.

You are feverish again.

That's good, my dear,

the fever will take away your fear!

The only way my mother could protect me

was to dispatch me overseas.

Overnight' my destiny changed.

I was no longer to be Queen of England,

bu'! Queen of France,

packed off like precious merchandise

to spend a lifetime with

another mysterious bridegroom.

It's lucky for you I took that' boat'.

If I'd have stayed,

you wouldn't be sifting

on the English throne today.

What is your name?

Well...

But which one is the Queen?

You choose.

Look!

I can kill just by moving my finger.

Come back.

Come and look!

News

news from England

Queen Mary Tudor

What?

She is dead.

My cousin Elizabeth...

She is Queen now...

I just know.

Elizabeth?

What?

Over there?

What's up, who's that?

l am the Queen.

What?

That's impossible.

lam the Queen.

l am Queen of France...

You should have said so right away.

I'm Queen of England, delighted.

And I am also

Queen of Scotland...

Well, my dear,

you're in France.

And there you will stay.

Why do you laugh?

Because, actually,

I intend to come.

- Where?

- To England, stupid!

Oh, no you won't!

Will!

Won't!

Will!

Won't!

Will!

I thought we were cousins.

Which of these cousins

is most inflamed?

I will reply to her immediately.

We will be the best sisters

in the world.

I shall send her

my portrait, too.

Better yet, let me go and

meet her in person. - No.

- We understand each other,

she and I.

We are like twins.

This will not do.

You cannot address her as Queen.

That woman is a bastard.

Even if she were,

she is my cousin.

Mary have you forgotten what the English

have done to your country?

They burned and destroyed it.

It is frightful to think that

I was the cause of a war.

Do not succumb to your

womanly instincts and kindness,

do not let them cloud

your reason.

There can be no dialogue

with that...

that pretender to the Throne.

When she dies, you shall be

the English Queen.

Why should she die?

You see

You and you alone can restore

the true faith in that blasphemous land.

Carrying three crowns

is a grave responsibility,

but impossible as long as

that illegitimate heretic is alive.

She has to go.

I will not crush her,

I will win her over.

Elizabeth,

my dear sister,

now England has two Queens.

A delightful conundrum.

But not everyone here approves

of me consorting with a foreign power.

I have been advised

that my claim for the English crown

is based on legitimate descent.

Accordingly,

I am having the English coat of arms

added to my royal portraits.

You need not' fear for your person.

I have no wish to disturb you.

But if you do ever respond to me,

you should address me as Queen of

France, Scotland and England.

What an enchanting voice.

You are charming.

You make me tremble.

- Come up and join us.

- Oh, yes come up.

Wait.

That hurts.

Tomorrow I will join the hunt.

Isn't it a little too early?

I feel strong again.

For the first time this year,

I will lead the hunt.

For you!

No, my dear cousin,

I will no'! disappear

in a nunnery and wither away.

I am confident

that I still have a life to discover.

You of all people will appreciate

that once born a queen,

one must be a master

of one 's own destiny.

lf I can no longer be Queen of France,

l am still and will remain Queen of Scots.

Yes, I know.

Let us sing our song, Rizzio.

It's so cold here and my subjects

seem to hate their Queen.

That is because your subjects

don't know their Queen yet and

the Queen has to get used

to sharper blades.

How does my cousin do it?

How?

You cannot simply behead

everyone who contradicts you!

I could throw Knox into the dungeons,

but that would merely make matters worse.

Tolerance can easily be

misinterpreted, Your Majesty.

At least you're beautiful.

She is really ugly, they say.

Even if they do write erotic

Sonnets about her...

No wonder! She has no husband,

but countless lovers!

And she's seven inches

shorter than you are.

Poooor her.

Look,

it's crooked.

And me, do you remember

when I fell into the fountain.

And look at my bump

That's nothing.

And me,

I have a birthmark right here.

That's nothing.

Mine is worse.

Come closer.

My heart and my pride have just been

stabbed by this rabble-rouser.

I'm frightened, dear cousin.

Why do men of god seem

so afraid of women?

(an we not have a twin kingdom,

with two sisters on twin thrones,

putting an end to all the bloodshed?

Protestants and Catholics living in peace,

guided by the example of our sisterly unify.

Oh, I wish I'd seen her face to face.

Touch her hands

What does she really

look like, De Croc?

Believe me, she is as curious

about you as you are about her.

Of course she is,

she must be.

Do tell her not to fear

coming to Scotland,

It's not that bad, after all.

Does she really bathe

in warm milk?

Is it true

she has bad breath?

They say she beats her lovers.

Is it true

she wears no underwear?

And can't have children?

Off you go, ladies, we wish

to discuss political matters.

I promise to divulge more gossip later.

Could you perhaps suggest the prospect

of a meeting between the two Queens?

She extends to you any help you may need

in making preparations for a future match.

Oh, does she?

I wonder who she will

recommend to be my husband.

What of her empty matrimonial bed,

your Majesty?

At least, you know

what it's like to be married.

My dear cousin,

I'm delighted to hear you are interested

in the possibility of me marrying again.

I 'm rather excited at the prospect

of receiving a queue of young suitors.

Alas, I seem to lack

the good fortune to meet any man

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