All language subtitles for Henry.VIII.2003.Part2_EN

(¶ classical)

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

(bells toll)

Bless this bed,
and those that lie in it,

and let it yield the son
that England desires.

(in Latin)

Amen.

(cheering)

(man) God bless her Majesty.

(Henry)
You don't think this wedding
came too soon, Cromwell?

That we should
have waited?

No. Once the late queen's
guilt was established,

it was the best thing
you could do.
Her guilt?

You managed to say
the word without blushing.

It was proven by
two courts, your Grace.

It was ruled by two courts.
There was never any proof.

Especially on
the charge of incest--
that was always too much.

She divided your country.
And you don't?

The dissolution of
the monasteries will
refill the treasury.

And the violence
committed in my name?

Fully justified,
your Grace.

Is it?

Then how come
I can no longer sleep?

(screams)

(moaning)

(moaning)

(woman) Oh, thank you,
Mr. Aske. Thank you.

You must do
something, Mr. Aske!

The people will
listen to you.

(crying softly)

The monastery at York
is still burning tonight.

(crowd murmuring)

Reports are reaching me
from all over the country

of monks burned alive,

of priests, good men--
slaughtered.

Atrocities committed,

not by evil barbarians
from some distant land,

but by our king
for his new church--

a church he dared dub,
"the Church of England."

And I stand here,
a proud Englishman,

and I'll tell you what
the English Church is,

and that is the Catholic Church,

the one true Church of Rome.

A church for which,
I don't know about you

but for which I am
prepared to die.

(crowd roars)

So, go home,
go home, go home,

and rouse everyone you know

to march against a king...

...who is hellbent on ruining
this God-fearing land!

(crowd roars)

What's the matter, my lord?

Won't you come back to bed?

I would, if I thought
I could sleep...

...but I can't. I would
just lie there thinking.

Is there nothing I can do?

Thank you, no.

I have people whose
job it is to help me.

Yes, but which of
them can you trust?
Hmm.

(coughs)

You should surround yourself
with people who have your
best interests at heart.

Like who?
Your family.

Wife.
(sighs)

Daughters.

My eldest daughter
wishes me dead.

That's not true.

I have spent time with Mary,
and she is anxious to see you.

Be careful, Jane.

Those words were put in her
mouth by the Spanish Ambassador.

That is a trap.

You feel hot.

Hmm?
Hot.

Promise me you will speak
to your physician tomorrow.

If you promise me you will make
peace with the Lady Mary.
Jane.

If I could persuade her
to come to court, and
agree to your conditions?

She will never agree.
She thinks I murdered
her mother.

But if I could
persuade her...
Well, if you could do that--

if you could fill
the treasury without
spilling blood,

if you could heal my rift
with the Vatican,

yet reform
the Catholic Church,

if you could strengthen my
armies, yet guarantee peace--

if you could do all of that,

then perhaps you
would make me happy.

But you can't.

And anyway...

...there's nothing compared to
the one thing you can give me--

a son.

Give me a son.

(man) May God bless
you and protect you.

May God bless you
and protect you.

May God bless you
and protect you.

May God bless you
and protect you.

May God bless you,
Robert, and protect you.
Amen.

(Norfolk) How many did you say?
(man) 20,000
and growing.

(Norfolk) Oh, good God.
(man) They're calling it
the "Pilgrimage of Grace."

With the king's army
in France, he's vulnerable.

I must warn him. I'll give you
a letter. Make sure he gets it.

He won't like it when he sees
who it's from, but maybe it'll
restore our friendship!

(cheering)

God bless you!

We march on London!

(crowd roars)

Robert Aske.
Who, my lord?

Aske. A former luftenant
of mine, and a loyal soldier.
What about him, your Grace?

Well, it appears that he is
raising troops against me.
What?

In protest of the dissolution
of the monasteries.

Your Grace--
Now, the idea was to
increase my popularity,

and put an end to
papist corruption.

Instead, my people
raise armies against me!

Then I suggest we
send an army to--
What army?

They left York with 20,000 men!
By the time they get to London,

they'll be twice, maybe
three times that amount!

What have you done?

Leave us.

Send a messenger.

Tell him... the king
remembers him well,

and wishes to avoid
any conflict with a...

...an old comrade.

And we would see him
here... in person.

But, your Grace--
Just do it, man.

I'll take care of the rest.

I'll tell you, that
Cromwell lately does
me more harm than good.

There's something
I have to tell you.

I went to see
my physician,
as you said.

When I told him the symptoms,
he was concerned.

What did he say?

Well...

...he took my blood
and measured my pulse.

And?

I do have a condition...

...but it is not the plague.

You're... ?

Oh, Jane.

Jane, this is a sign from God!

(cheering)

(yells)

(grunting)

(grunting continues)

(crowd whispering)

Oh!
(man) Robert Aske,
your Grace.

Thank you for
agreeing to see me.

The last thing I want
is a former comrade
taking up arms against me.

Particularly when the odds
are so against you.
Hmm. Yes.

Some wine?
I've come to talk,
not drink.

Well, then talk.
What are your demands?

First, that you stop immediately

the slaughter of innocent
priests and friars in your
suppression of the monasteries.

I will... just as soon
as they put to an end

their corruption
and decadence.

They are innocent
for the most part,
as you well know.

Be mindful of your tone.
I am your king.

Only as long as
I allow you to live...

...and stay on the throne.

And your second demand?

That you return all
the money and valuables

that you have stolen
from the churches.

I need to fill
the treasury somehow.

How can I protect a country
if I don't have the money?

Stop giving the existing wealth
to corrupt nobles,

and be more judicious
in your choice of wars.

It's a fine day when
a simple luftenant lectures
the king on foreign policy.

And a still finer day
when a simple luftenant...

...is in charge of 50,000.

And your third demand?

That you punish
those responsible...

...for these abominations.

You do realize I could
have you executed

on the strength of what
I've heard here alone?
Yes.

I also realize that you
have no choice but to comply.

And if I do...

...if I do...

...do I have your word
you'll take your followers
back to York...

...and never step outside
the city gates again?

You have my word.

Right.

Then I agree
to all three demands.

Huh?

No, my lord.
My lord, no!

(Henry chuckling)
And you, Robert--

you cheeky sod!

I may call you Robert?

Yes.

I'd like to invite you stay at
my palace for two or three days.

Your Highness
is most kind, but--

We fought together at Tournai,
if memory serves.

Well, a few of us get
together every year and
celebrate the victory.

I'd like you to come.

I really must
be returning--
It's an invitation...

...from the king,
Robert. You say "yes."

Yes.

Excellent.

Excellent.

(glasses clink)

(laughter)

(men shouting) Yes!

I'll tell you, the boxing
of the ears I can cope with--
the taunts and jests, too.

But to be humiliated
like this--

and in front of Aske--

it's just too much.

Perhaps we've
overdone it, Cranmer.

Perhaps... we're
moving too quickly.

No. Master Secretary,
have faith.

We are quietly,
steadily changing this
country for the better.

Throughout Europe,
the word is spreading.

In Germany, the Protestants
already have the majority.

I know, but sometimes
I think I should leave
the struggle to others,

and concentrate on giving
the king what he wants.

No, Thomas. You have your
beliefs and your conscience,

and what is a man
without those?

Alive, my lord.

(sighs) Alive.

Remember how they ran,
those French knights?

They no more wanted to fight
than to have one single hair
on their head disturbed!

Then, Sir Francis here...

...led his men 'round
from the east.

Now, I had no other choice.

If I had ordered him to
come around from the west,

he would've never have
seen the enemy! He'd have...

...rode straight past them.

But the real turning point
in the battle was...

...was dear Robert here,

when he led his troops
on a fearless raid

straight through the middle
of the sleeping enemy

with insane courage
and ruthless determination,

which I have had...

...the misfortune to experience
myself these last few days.

But we're friends now,
aren't we? We're friends.

(cheering)

Friends!

Sing! Someone sing.

(¶ singing)

(cheering)

I'm pleased you
stayed, Robert.

So am I, my lord.

I only wish my followers
had been here to see it.

They'd have seen
a king to be proud of.

Goodnight.

Goodnight,
my lord.
Sleep well.

Sleep well.

Good news--
the heartbeat's strong.

The head is facing
the right way.

It's progressing well.

And the gender?

I'm afraid there's no
way of establishing that.
She could eat salt.

Some people believe it helps,
if you want a boy.

You do want a boy?
(both) Yes.

Can you even imagine
if it is a boy?

A Seymour,
heir to the throne...

We will be
uncles to the future king.

And if it isn't,
her head will roll.
No.

No. Her head will only
roll if she continues
with her mission

to bring back his
daughter Mary to court.

(bells toll/chattering)

(man) The Lady Mary,
your Grace.

Welcome, Mary.

Your Grace.

I believe you have
something to say.

I acknowledge
you as queen,

and your unborn child
as the one true heir...

...replacing me.
(gasps)

And I pray for you both,
that it is a prince.

Welcome, Mary.
I am pleased
to see you here.

And I you, your Majesty,
for I recognize that it
is entirely done to you,

that the king has
accepted me back.

For this, I shall be
forever in your debt.

But... what of the Church?

I have heard of uprisings
in York, and I fear the king
will retaliate.

Quite the opposite.
Master Aske spent
Christmas with us.

The king has agreed
to his every demand.

(horse neighing)

(shouts) I'm back!

I return after a month at court,

having secured our every
demand. I think a hero's
welcome is in order.

(yelling/grunting)

Don't kill him.
I want him alive.

Make sure you take him alive.

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(screaming)

God bless his
Holiness, the Pope.

God bless...

...the one true
Catholic Church of England.

If he falls unconscious,
make sure you wake him.

I want his death to
last a full three days.

(screaming)

(Henry) My good friend.
(Norfolk) Your Grace.

(Henry laughs)

It's good to have you
back. I need a lion
like you by my side.

It is where I belong,
your Highness. I pray you
never send me away again.

Oh, no.
Come here!

The queen, your Grace.

Is it true
what I've heard?

That Robert Aske has
been murdered and hung
from the gates of York?

The man raised an army against
me. He got what he deserved.
Now, if you don't mind, madam...

But, Henry, you promised--
Henry? Henry is a name

reserved for the bedchamber.
You said you would
agree to his demands.

I am the King of England.
I don't agree to demands.

And his followers and allies?
What of them?
They will be silenced, too.

Is that it? You will just
silence all the dissenters?

To speak against
the king is treason!

Oh, my lord, don't do this.
Do not hide behind words
like "king" and "treason."

Don't forget you're
a man of flesh and blood
who will one day be judged

as all men of flesh
and blood are.
Am I imagining this?

Am I now being
lectured to by a woman?

You are being cautioned
by your wife,

whose conscience will not
allow her to stand by and watch

as the man she loves
degenerates into a monster--

To hell with your conscience!

You are my wife.
What I want from you is sons,
not opinions or meddling.

Sons!
Sons!

(Jane screams)

Oh, God!
Oh, God!

Oh, God!
Quick.
Call the physicians.

(screaming)

(bells toll)

(murmuring)

(bells toll)

(screaming)

(bells toll)

My lord...

...I have news
from the queen.

And?

You have a son--

a healthy son.

(bells ringing)

(baby crying)

Jane.

Thank you,
dearest Jane.

Thank you,
thank you.

I gave you a son.
Mm-hmm.

You're not
angry with me?

Angry?

I will show you generosity
like no other woman has seen.

I will carpet your
rooms with flowers for
the rest of your life,

and I will make you
the most adored,

most celebrated
queen in history.

Jane? Jane?

(whimpering)

Please, leave us.
The queen is tired.

She must rest.
Rest...

There's too
many people.
My lord...

No, there's too many
people. She must rest.
My lord...

Jane...
She must rest...

She has a fever, my lord,
and is very weak.
God.

This night is important.
If she survives--
I said save her.

Do you understand?
She is the Queen of England,
mother of my son.

(Jane cries)

Please, God.

God...

...please, please,
please, please.

(in Latin)

Forgive me, Jane.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean
to shout at you.

I don't know what
is becoming of me.

I will make it up
to you. I promise.

(whimpers)

Jane?

Jane?

Don't leave me.

Don't go.

I am your husband,
your sovereign.

I command you,
don't go.

Jane!

Jane!

(sobbing)

(child laughing)

And how's the prince?

In perfect health.
(coughs)

Then why does he cough?

Because he swallowed
his milk too quickly.

Or because he
has an infection?

He doesn't have
an infection.
Really?

You can tell the difference
between the two coughs?

Yes, I can.

Even if your life
depended on it?

(clearing throat

Before I go, your Grace,
there is another matter.

It has been two years
since the late queen died,

and we still have not
agreed on a replacement.
(grunts)

I realize you have
no desire to remarry,

but I would be failing
you if I did not urge
you to consider it.

Why?
The young
prince's health.

What about it?
His nurses are worried
about the plague.

The prince is fine.
He has his father's
constitution.

The plague has no
respect for constitution.

And there would be less
danger to the prince

from other sources,
if he had brothers.
I will not marry again.

Besides, I am aware that
you've been making inquiries

to various princesses in Europe,
and I was refused, hmm?

I have found one
who is willing.

Oh, some Protestant
heretic, no doubt,

to serve your own ends.

She is a Protestant, I admit.
Ah!

The Duke of
Cleves's daughter.

Well, I'm not interested.

Your Grace...
since your excommunication,

France has allied
with the emperor.

England needs the Germans.

Hmm. So, what's she like?

Our ambassador has confirmed her
appearance was most pleasing.

Most pleasing?

Most pleasing,
your Grace.
And she's German--

nice flaxen hair
and at least...

Actually,
Lady Anne is dark...
Dark?

...but still,
a renowned beauty.

Hmm. Well, send
the court painter.

But that will delay matters.
Time is not on our side.

I will not commit to someone
without proof of beauty.

I mean, in the name of God,
I've got to sleep with her.

Yes, your Grace.

Send the painter Holbein,
and that's as far as I go, hmm?

(chuckling)

Corpus Christi.
Amen.

Corpus Christi.
Amen.

Corpus Christi.
Amen.

Corpus Christi.

Corpus Christi.
Amen.

(Norfolk)
It's painful to watch.

The king is half the man
he was in spirit and twice
the man he was in size.

Cromwell and Cranmer push
him this way and the next,
to suit their own ends.

I tell you, Bishop Gardiner,
it's a sorry England
you return to.

And the latest is this
Protestant German princess--

which, quite apart from
the heresy, leaves England
exposed politically.

It is our duty
as Catholics to
put up a rival.

Who? He's been
rejected by three
French princesses already.

What about
Marie de Guise?
Already contracted.

The Duchess of Milan?
She said she could only marry
him if she had two heads

so he could dispose
of one at his pleasure.

Why rush to promote
some stranger when
we have our own clan?

I've had one daughter
murdered by the king.
I've done my share.

What about my late
brother's girl?

Who, little Catherine?

She was always
a pretty little thing.
She's barely 15.

Is that too young?
Shame on you, Thomas.

She's no more
than a child.

(Henry) Hmm. Not bad.

The painter, Master Holbein, was
certainly favorably impressed.

And not just because
you instructed him to be?

And not because you whispered
the political significance of
this choice in his ear?

Absolutely not,
my lord.
(chuckles)

Well, she has full lips and
a rising bosom, which I like.

When can we meet her?
Just as soon as the lawyers
have finished with the contract.

What lawyers?
The princess, it seems,
has been unusually cautious.

Well, German lawyers--
I don't like the sound of that.

There's no need for concern.
I have it all under control.

And all being well,
the princess shall soon
set sail for England.

Good. Let me know when she does
and we'll meet her on the way.

Give her a surprise.
Hmm. Go on.

Give me a plum.
Two plums.

Yeah. Mmm.
Nice and ripe.

(bells toll/chattering)

So...

...the king marries
whom he's told to?

Congratulations, Cromwell--
a personal victory!

Only if the union
serves the kingdom.

Even the late Cardinal Wolsey
was never so close

he could instruct our king
with whom he should sleep.

And nor do I.

His Majesty's gone to
Rochester to inspect her
for himself when she arrives,

but with your prayer
I'm sure for the safety
of this country

that he will be satisfied.

We do not pray, Cromwell,
that England falls into
the hands of heretics.

Protestant and Catholic,
my lord bishop--

we are brothers
in Christian Church.

I tell you, Cromwell
is powerful enough.

If the king
likes the match,

we might as well
cut our throats now.

Our luck can change yet.

Don't forget, all this rests
on a simple portrait.

Aye, but one
by Master Holbein,

whose talent is famed
throughout Europe.

Yes, but you know these
artistic types-- unreliable.

(¶ trumpets)

(laughter)

She-She's a monster, Thomas.
She looks like a horse.

No, worse-- for I would
gladly ride a horse.

Then break the engagement.
I can't,
thanks to Cromwell.

Henry, King of England,
trapped by German lawyers.

I have the wedding
night to consider.

Good God,
can you imagine?
She can't be that bad.

Oh, Thomas, she has
an arse as big as Normandy

and evil smells
about herself.

There must be a solution.

Well, if you could find
a solution, Thomas,

I would be forever
in your debt.

(chuckling)

(giggling)

(in German)

(laughter)

(murmuring)

Still no sign
of the king?

(laughter)

(door opens)

(Henry) Ah, Cromwell.

What brings you at this time?

Just wondering, my lord,
when you were thinking
of going to bed?

When I'm tired.
(laughter)

Do I look tired?
No, of course not.

Well, what's the problem?

It's just...

...this is your
wedding night.

Yes?

So, I thought his Majesty might
not be going to bed to sleep.

Why?

What else should
I be doing?
Your Majesty.

I hope I'm not
mistaken, Cromwell--

I hope you are not
telling your sovereign

when or with whom he should lie.

Of course not--
Shut up.

You dare call me to bed
with this woman,

to humiliate me.
No, my lord.

Not only will I
never sleep with her,

I will never touch her,
shake hands with her,

stand within a farmer's
mile downwind of her.

Now, if you want to
do something useful,

find a way out of this contract,
or within a month,

your flesh will be feeding
worms on Tower Hill.

(door opens)

Goodness, your Grace, what
brings you here at this time?

The niece we spoke about--

my late brother's
daughter?
Catherine? Yes.

Is she here?
Well, of course
she's here.

I need to see her.
Now?
She'll be sleeping.

Then we must wake her.
My lord, wait!

(moaning)

This is her room.

Catherine!

Oh, quick Francis, hide!

(knocking) Catherine?
Who is it?

It's Uncle Thomas.
Come to the door.

What time is it?

Catherine!
Have you no manners?

Curtsey to the duke.

Come into the light
where I can see you.

Does she bleed yet?
Yes.

Tell me, Catherine,

are you interested in bringing
great glory to your family,

and securing incalculable wealth
and power for yourself?

Yes, of course I am,
but how would I--

Don't worry about that.

Just give me your word
you will do everything I say,

and follow my every
instruction to the letter.
Do you understand?

Yes.

Good.

Very good.

And?
Nothing, sir.

After three months searching,
you have found no irregularities
in the contract,

no contradictions
that we can exploit?
None.

It seems the queen was
a snow white virgin until
she reached our shores.

And remains one still,
despite having been
married for five months.

It seems the Catholics will
have the last laugh after all.

So, we are to dissolve
the marriage?
Yes...

...and watch powerlessly as the
German lawyers hit us with every
penalty clause they've got.

Does the king know?

Not yet.

What?
I beg you, give me a chance
to remedy the situation--

Remedy what, man?
They're signed and sealed!

It was the artist Holbein's
fault. If he had not painted--
No, it was your fault!

You have allowed them
to make a fool of me.

I never wanted this marriage.
I never even wanted to meet
Anne of Cleves!

You said it was important!

You have made
a fool of me!

Get out.
Get out!

The king does not need
your useless remedies

or your wives that bring
lawyers to rape me.

Get out!
Get out!

And you--

I'll find a fate for you

when I can bring myself to
entertain you in my thoughts.

Get out of my sight.
Get out!

(door opens/shuts)

Sir, we have a warrant
for your arrest,
signed by the king.

(crowd booing)

I die the king's true servant.

God save the king.

(cheering)

I hear the king has asked
for a novice executioner.

An act of mercy.

Had it been me,
the wretch would
have burned.

Good God,
how old are you?
16, my Lord.

Is this your first time?
Yes, sir,

but I've been
practicing all night.

Right.

Do the best you can.
That's all I ask.

This is it, Gardiner.
This is our moment.

The king is so angry,
we can use this

to finish off the rest of
the Protestant ringleaders.

Don't be nervous.

(yelps)

(crowd) Ooh!

(gurgling)

(screams)

(gurgling)

(cheering)

Robert Burns...

...by the order of
his Majesty, Henry,
King of England,

I sentence you to death.

Do you renounce
your Protestant faith?

No!
Burn him!

You die a heretic and a sinner!

I die a child of Christ!

Burn him!

Let him be an example
to all those who wish to
forsake the Catholic Church.

Oh, God, save me!

Jesus Christ, receive me!

(screaming)

Robert Burns was a heretic,

a disciple of Luther.
He deserved to die.

Perhaps, but is it wise to
burn him like that, and in
full view of his supporters?

People die in this
kingdom when I say so.

Your Majesty,
I was just concerned--

Save your concerns and
worry about yourself.

I know you have
a wife in secret.

Is that fine conduct
for a Catholic archbishop?
Is it, Gardiner?

Go away!
Go away!

Your Grace...
(grunts)

(grunting)

(overlapping chatter)

I just need a signature.
It's the last
one I sign, Gardiner.

Can't you see
I'm busy here?

How did he find that card?

I thought I was the only man
allowed to have four queens.

(laughter)

Your Grace?

Thomas-- another man
I've made grotesquely rich.

I hope your manners are better
than this lot and you will lose
some of it back to me.

Delighted as always,
your Grace.
Yes.

Your Grace may remember
I mentioned I'd brought
my niece Catherine to court?

What?
My late brother's daughter.

Oh, yes, yes.
She's here now.

May I present her?
Yes.

Your Majesty.

Come here.

What did you say
your name was again?
Catherine, your Grace.

Catherine Howard.

Let me have a closer look.

Do you play, Catherine?

I understand the rules,
your Grace, but do not play.

Cards are not proper
entertainment for ladies.

And what is proper
entertainment for ladies?

Needlework,
prayer and painting.

Quite right.
Quite right.

I'll take two.

No, your Majesty.
Take three.

Sir Nicholas
changed two,

which means he's
looking for hearts,

Sir Francis wanted
just one, which means
he's looking for a pair,

and the player
sitting west...

Thomas Culpepper.

...looks so glum,
he wishes to fold.

(laughter)
(whispering)
You should change three,

to give you a chance
of three of a kind.

My lord...

I'll take three.

(laughter)

(Henry) My God,
she's beautiful.

Beautiful, Thomas.

Do you think she
would ever have me?

Have you? His Majesty
forgets, he is the king
and can have whoever he wants.

Of course, but I mean,
willingly?

Do you think that something
so pure, so perfect,

could ever actually
grow to love me?

She has often spoken to me of
her attraction for his Majesty.

Really?
Yes. And how
unlucky he's been

and how she would like
to serve him as a wife
and mother to his children.

Really?
She really said that?
She did.

Then she is
a rose, Thomas--

a rose without a thorn.

(door opens)

(man) Lady Catherine,
your Majesty.

Catherine.

(whispering) It's all right.

You may all leave us now.

If you wouldn't mind, Norfolk?

Catherine, I wish
to ask you something.

God, my hands--
they tremble.

You're probably thinking
that I've said these things
a thousand times before,

but that's not true.
I never have.
Your Majesty?

I know I'm old
and I have lost my looks.

That's not true.
No. It's the truth.

But since I have met you,

I've experienced something
I never thought I had the
right to feel again.

Which is?
Hope, Catherine.

Hope that maybe I have
a chance before I die,

to love someone properly,

to give where I have only taken,

to make someone happy.

I know this has come quickly,

and I should give you more time
to get to know me better,

but I'm afraid time
is against me.

So, if you would allow me--

Catherine...

...will you marry me?

Marry me and become my queen.

(cheering)

(bells ringing)

John, how are you?
I'd like to present my
sister, Mary Lascelles,

who wishes to speak to you
on an important matter.

It's about the queen.
Then speak, Mary.

I'd prefer if we
did it in private.

Come, now. What could you
possibly say about the queen

that you could not
say in public?

(cheering/applause)

(man) God bless your Majesty!

(Cranmer) I thank you
for coming to see me, Mary.

(Mary) I don't want
to make trouble. I just
thought you should know.

(Cranmer) You did
the right thing.

Tell the Seymour brothers
I would see them.

(giggling)

I wish your mother was still
alive. If she could see you now.

I also wish that she were here
that she could tell you a little
of what to expect tonight,

and how to
conduct yourself.

Don't worry, Great Aunt.
I think I'll be all right.

What does that mean?

It means that I know
from experience that
my looks please most men.

I don't know what that means,
girl, and I'm not going to ask.

Know this--

the king is taking
you as a virgin.

If he suspects otherwise,
all our lives are in danger.

Do you understand?
Yes.

Whether you know or may not know
about these matters in reality,

as far as he's concerned,
you know nothing.
Yes.

(door opens/closes)

My God, I can hardly
contain myself.

Feelings I thought
were dead and buried

are revived at the mere
sound of her name.

She is a revelation.

She will give me sons--
many sons.

I will lie with her
every night--

twice a night,
three times a night.

We will have an army of sons!

Bless this bed
and those who lie in it.

Let it yield the son
that England desires.

My God.

I have cast my eyes
over some of the great
treasures of this world,

but none of which
compare with you.

And you think
this Lascelles woman
can be trusted?

Why not? She shared
a room with the queen
at the dowager duchess's.

She's known to share our
views on religious reform.

But even if
it is true,

fornication before
marriage with this...
Francis Dereham.

It's a scandal,
but not a crime.

But it was not just
fornication, was it?

There was also
a pre-contract to marry.

Says who? There are
no official documents.

No. We should tread
carefully. The king's love
for this girl is blind,

and until we find something that
implicates her beyond all doubt,

we should remain quiet.

Thomas.

Thomas, what a night!
What a woman!

Bring us food. Wake
the cook and tell her,

"The king needs
a hearty lover's supper."

Yes, my lord.

I can hardly look
you in the eye.
My lord, please.

I beg you, don't worry.
It was just one night.
It was our wedding night.

It's all right.
I won't tell anyone.

Deny you look at me
and say you do not wish

that in my place was some...
virile young courtier.

No.

Are you sure?
Yes.

You give me your word?
Yes, my lord.

You are truly the sweetest,
kindest angel I have ever met.

(knocking)

(door opens)

Master Culpepper,
your Majesty.
Show him in.

I beg your pardon?
I said, show him in.

Poor Master Culpepper.
The king keeps you very busy.

This is your
third trip today.

Doing the king's
pleasure is an honor.

And the queen?
What of her pleasure?

I do not know what
pleases the queen,

but if there is
anything I could do,

it would be my honor, too.

Why laugh, Mary?
No reason, ma'am.

Now, there is something
that would please me,
Master Culpepper,

which is that you look at me
when you speak to me.

And you can open that box.

What a beautiful necklace.

And a letter from the king.

Ignore the letter
and bring me the necklace.

Now, come closer.

Closer.

Now, put it on.

Thank you, Master Culpepper.

You may go.
Your Majesty.

Damn her. Is she trying
to ruin us all?

Don't worry, I'll put
an immediate end to it.

Wait, wait, wait.
How are things with the king?

If you refer to
marital matters, the king,
it seems, is barely capable.

What? So not only
is she not having an heir,

the one thing that would
keep us all safe,

she's unwittingly
doing everything she can
to bring us all down.

It's a disaster.

Unless...

Unless what?

Unless, instead of two problems,
we use one to solve the other.

The king wants a son
but is unable.

Catherine wants her lover,
who is able.

Come with me.

Oh, it's so kind of you
to get involved, Lady Rochford.

I was terrified. I thought
if you found out, you'd kill me.

Oh, quite the opposite.

I understand
better than anybody

what it is
to be unhappily married.

I'm keen to do
everything I can to help.

Oh, thank you.

Now be careful.

I will.

Fetch the queen.
The entertainment's
about to start.

(yells wager)

(man) Gimme five on that one.

Excellent, excellent.
Two on my Bodger.

Come on, Bodger.

(dogs growling and snarling)

(snickers)

Well?

I couldn't find her, my lord.
What?

She wasn't in her quarters.
Of course she was.

She said she was feeling unwell
and that she would be resting
all afternoon.

She must be there.
Try again.

(men yelling/dogs snarling)

What?

Nothing, your Grace.

Look. I saw that look.

Really?
Nothing, your Grace.

(dog yelping)

Is it always
going to be like this?
What?

Hiding away?
Meeting in secret?

It's only as long
as he's alive,

and then we can marry
and have our love in the open.

Then let's hope
the fat fool dies soon.

A fine way
to talk of your king.

Believe me,
I was his most loyal,
most trusted servant.

I would have fallen
on my sword for him,
until I met his wife.

Until tomorrow.

Goodbye.

It doesn't make sense.

Lady Rochford
actually facilitating it?

That old snake
would never do anything
without Norfolk's approval.

And he would never jeopardize
Catherine's position.

Unless...

...sleeping with Culpepper
would somehow help her.

Either way,
we have no choice.

We must tell the king.

But it would break his heart.

Oh, for God's sake,
what's the alternative?

That one of
his closest courtiers continues
to cuckold him behind his back?

Give us a bastard
as future King of England?

God forbid.

No, there's no alternative.

I'm just not sure
I've the strength
to do it face-to-face.

No! No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Where is she?
How could she do this to me?

You said a young girl like you
could love an old man like me.

I do.
I believed you.

I do.
I believed you.

I could kill you
where you stand.
Please don't.

Where you stand!

Please.

Thomas Edward Culpepper.

By the power invested in me
by the courts of his Majesty,

I arrest you on charges
of high treason.

Catherine, Queen of England,

I arrest you on charges
of high treason!

Leave her alone!
Stop, you're hurting her!

My Majesty!

No!

Please leave her!

Leave us alone. No.

There's no time to lose.

There's a warrant
for your arrest.
Me?

The king has discovered
the truth about
Culpepper and the queen.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up!

Nothing will happen to you

if you make it absolutely clear
I was not involved.

Listen to me.

I'm the only one
who can save us,

but I must appear blameless.

Do you understand?

What is going
to happen to me?

They'll have my head.

No, they won't. Don't worry.
I'll blame it on the girl.

I'll tell them
you knew nothing.

I promise, your Majesty, it was
the girl and Lady Rochford.

They're in league
together.

Why, Thomas?
Did I not reward you enough?

Yes.
Yes, you did.

And in return,

have I not been
your most loyal servant?

But you knew everything
that was going on.

You knew it would
break my heart.

Am I to always be betrayed
by those I love?

Your Majesty,
please don't do this to me.

Your ambitions are greater
than your love for me.

That in itself is treason.

Your Majesty. Wait.

Please.

(door locks)

(man screaming)

This is it.
This is it, brother Edward.

This is our moment.

Norfolk and the Catholic faction
are finished.

We will be appointed guardians
to our nephew, the future king.

Our influence and positions
become unassailable.

Perhaps now,
my beloved Catherine

will consent to give me
her hand in marriage.

How very romantic.

(crowd booing)

He has a beautiful head.

I hope they kill me soon,
that I may join him.

Good Christian people...

I have been justly condemned
and deserve to die.

I urge you...

I urge you to look upon
your own lives

and to amend
any ungodly habits.

Obey the king at all times

and please pray
for my wretched soul.

Oh, God.

I don't want to die.
No, I don't want to die.

I don't want to die!
Please let me go!

I don't want to die!
I'm sorry. Please.

I don't want to die.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.

(sobs)

(ax falls)

The shipbuilders are waiting,
your Majesty,

as is your armorer,
for a fitting.

Well, if he thinks I'm doing
that now, after taking an hour
to get dressed, he's mistaken.

And Lady Latimer.

What does she want?

She won't say, your Grace,
except that it's confidential.

Mmm. Mmm. Show her in.

(Edward) Lady Latimer.

(doors open)

Lady Latimer.
Your Majesty.

You have five minutes.

My brother William,
your Grace,

is petitioning Parliament
for a divorce.

I know. I've seen him.

He wants me to confer
the death penalty on his wife.

No doubt, he thinks
that a fellow cuckold
will be sympathetic.

I am determined to grant it.

I'm impressed
at your loyalty to him.

No, not to him.

I come to petition for her.

For her? But she has
betrayed your brother...

Indeed.
...and humiliated him,

and put shame
on your family.

Yes.

But you would
spare her life?

She's done wrong.

She's committed a terrible sin
for which she should pay.

But must it be with her life?

That is the law.

I appeal to you, Sir,
because you are above the law.

If you spare her,

you give my brother the chance,
in time, to forgive her.

So you would have
your brother

show compassion
to this adulteress?

And so guarantee his soul
at the time of reckoning.

After all, do we not
most please God

when we pardon those
that have wronged us?

Lord Parr is a fortunate man

to have someone
watch over him so.

It is what any good sister
would do.

Is it? With no thought
of personal gain.

My brother's happiness
is my personal gain.

Well said.

(¶ Renaissance music)

She has been married
twice before, you know,

and to men much older
than herself.

Indeed, your Grace, and is known
throughout the court

for her intelligence,
modesty and her virtue.

And don't forget beauty.

It is not right for
a beautiful woman such as you
not to have a husband.

Your Majesty.

Or an ailing man,
who is close to death,
not to have a companion.

Indeed.

And I hope his Majesty

soon finds
somebody suitable.

Humph.

What about you,
Lady Latimer?

You are a good woman.

Alas, I am promised
elsewhere.

May I ask to whom?

Of course, the Seymours.

Never one to miss
a good opportunity.

I must leave
with heavy heart...

...and dream about
what might have been...

...if there was, for once,
no Seymours in my world.

Think, baby brother, think.

Lady Latimer is undeniably
an advantageous match right now,

but just think
how much more advantageous
she'd be as the king's widow.

No.

With all the land and revenue
she'd bring as the widow.

And when will that be?
A year.

Two at the most.

His heart is weak,
his leg is infected.
He'll soon be dead.

He wants a companion

for the last few months
of his life.

Let him have her.

God knows, he won't
be able to sully her.

You know, Edward,
of the two of us,

I always thought
I was the more ambitious.

(sighs) I was wrong.

Come...
swallow your medicine.

Take a nice foreign posting
somewhere, bide your time.

Wait for news
from your big brother
that the king is dead.

(chanting/bells chiming)

(laughter)

Elizabeth
has agreed to come?

She's on her way.

Mary, too?

Yes, and Mary, too.

Thank you, Catherine.
Thank you.

You know, this
will be the first time
we've been all together.

I have so much planned.

We shall play cards.

Mary is a sharp player,
that much I know,

and she has a great fondness
for young Edward.

We shall play music.

Elizabeth
has a love for music.

And tomorrow, we shall ride out,
all of us together.

I'll fetch your shawl.

It is me-- Henry.

Henry.

Have we not been happy
these past 15 years? Yes.

Your Majesty.

I'm sorry I hurt you.

You are truly
the sweetest,
kindest angel I ever met.

It is a sign from God.

(coos)

What is this?

Death warrants, your Grace.

(labored breathing)

It is for the Duke of Norfolk,
your Grace.

It is time.

It's time.

Edward,
is that you?

Yes, Father, I'm here.

Edward, I am dying.

By tonight, you will be king.

Your sisters,
Mary and Elizabeth--

honor
and protect them always.

Yes, Father.

The country is on
the threshold of civil war.

You have but a faint grip
on the crown.

Your enemies
hide in the shadows.

I am ready, Father.

Are you?

Then tell me,

what is the most important thing
to do to be a successful king?

Continue the reforms.

Suppress the Papists.

Expand our territories
in France.

Increase the taxes
on the nobles...

And?
And...

...have a son.
That is the most important
thing I can do.

No.

No.

To be successful as king,

first you must
be successful as a man.

Listen to your heart, Edward.

For the voice of your conscience
is the voice of God.

(groans)

Do you die
in the faith of Christ?

(continues groaning)

He squeezed my hand.
He gave an answer.

The king died
in the faith of Christ.

(Catherine sobbing)

(bell tolling)

(Narrator) The Duke of Norfolk
escaped death.

In time, he was released
from the Tower,

given a full pardon

and regained
all his lands and power.

Edward became King Edward VI,
but his health was frail.

He died of consumption,
aged 15.

Edward Seymour,
Lord Protected of England--

he ruled by proxy until 1551,

when he was imprisoned
in the Tower and beheaded.

Thomas Seymour did finally
marry Catherine Parr,

but broke her heart
when he attempted to seduce

the 14-year-old
Princess Elizabeth.

He was executed
for treason in 1549.

Bloody Mary came to
the throne in 1553.

She burned hundreds of
Protestants as heretics

and died embittered
and unloved in 1558.

Anne of Cleves
outlived all the wives.

Widely liked and respected,

she was buried rich
and popular, with full honors.

Thomas Cranmer continued
to lay the foundations
for the Church of England,

only to be arrested for treason

on the orders of Mary I,
and burned as a heretic.

And what of Henry?

After a lifelong struggle
to give England an heir,

his glorious successor
was not a son, but a daughter.

Elizabeth I, daughter
of Henry and Anne Boleyn,

came to the throne in 1558
and ruled England for 45 years.