All language subtitles for The.Tudors.S04E10.Death.of.a.Monarchy.720p.BluRay.HEVC.x265-BONE

[♪♪♪]

HENRY:
When we compare the present life
of man on Earth

with that time
of which we have no knowledge

it seems to me like
the swift flight

of a single sparrow
through a banqueting hall

on a winter's day.

After a few moments of comfort,
he vanishes from sight

into the wintry world
from which he came.

Even so, man appears on Earth
for a little while,

but of what went before this life
or what will follow, we know nothing.

In these last days,

I have been thinking
a great deal about loss.

What loss, Your Grace,
is to man most irrecoverable?

His virtue.
No.

For by his actions,
he may redeem his virtue.

Then his honour.

No. For again he may
find the means to recover it,

even as a man recovers
some fortune he has lost.

Then I cannot say, Your Majesty.

Time, Your Grace.

Of all losses,

time is the most irrecuperable,

for it can never be redeemed.

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GARDINER:
Walter.

Take this,

very carefully,

and give it

to my Lord Risley.

Yes, Your Grace.

CHAMBERLAIN:
The lord high admiral of France.

Your Majesty.

[SPEAKING LATIN]

Thank you, Your Highness.

It is my great privilege and honour
to be here.

My lord admiral.

Madame.

May I present
His Majesty's daughters,

the Lady Mary
and the Lady Elizabeth?

[SPEAKS FRENCH]

I never thought to be welcomed
in this cordial way

by His Majesty's family.

Ah, but you are a very special
and honoured guest,

Admiral D'Annebault.

And your visit most timely.

I am sure His Majesty
will be here presently.

My Lord Hertford seems
to be in the king's good graces.

I fear it seems to be so.

The earl grows more powerful daily,

because of the king's infirmity
and his control of the boy.

God help us then
if the king should die.

Yes.

But I have heard many say

that the people would rather
see you anointed as queen

than leave the country
at the mercy of a mere child

and an overweening uncle.

And what of the queen?
Ah.

You shall hear more
on that subject very soon.

[STAFF POUNDING ON FLOOR]

The king.

ALL:
Your Majesty.

Hm.

Admiral.

We are very pleased to make
a new treaty with France.

I will have no further business
with the emperor,

who has betrayed me
at every turn.

I can assure Your Majesty that you
will find us good and faithful friends,

unlike the emperor.

As you know, in my kingdom,

I have made many changes
to religious life.

I have reformed a corrupt church.

I have swept aside hundreds of years
of lies and superstitions.

I have revealed to all mankind
that the pope is but a fallible prince

and not the voice of God.

All this, no doubt, you'll have heard.

I am certainly aware that Your Majesty
has wrought many changes

in your own kingdom.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, if we are going
to be allies, monsieur,

then I propose a further change.

I propose that Mass be abolished
in both our realms

and replaced
with a simple communion service.

Now, how would you feel about that?

Your Majesty, I have no authority
to renegotiate the terms of our treaty,

especially, as Your Majesty knows,
my king is dying.

HENRY:
Of syphilis, I know.

I am very sorry to hear it.

I have known Francis a long time

and I beg you
to send him my love.

But you may also tell him

that his disease is a reminder
of his own mortality.

Which, in times past,
he has forgotten.

Walter?

WALTER:
I have something for you
to show the queen.

I'm supposed to take it
to Lord Risley.

Hide it. When the queen's read it,
give it back to me.

PARR:
So handsome.

[WOMEN CHUCKLING]

PARR:
Sister.

What is it?

Oh, my God.

[PARR SOBBING]

What is that?

Who is it?

It's the queen's Majesty,
Your Majesty.

[SOBBING CONTINUES]

And why is she screaming like that?

I'll go and see her.

[SOBBING]

Kate.

What is it?

I...

I fear,

you have grown displeased
with me.

Why so?

Because...

I fear that you have
utterly forsaken me.

I don't understand.

What has caused you to think so?

And why would I have reason
to be displeased with you?

Are you not

displeased with me?

Kate,

I will ask you one more time,

is there any reason I should be?

No.

There is none, Your Majesty.

Good day, my lady.

Sister. Ladies.

Now, you must do as I ask.

Clear your coffers of all books,

whether you suppose them
to be forbidden or not.

And from now on we shall talk
no more amongst ourselves

of any matters whether
religious or controversial,

and I shall try, in all things,
to conform myself to the king's mind.

Now go. Hurry.

My Lord Hertford.

Mademoiselle, good day.

May I be presented to His Grace?

Alas, my Lord,
His Grace is indisposed.

He caught a chill and is still abed.

I am very sorry to hear it.

I will return some other time
when the duke is well.

BRANDON:
No, no, my lord.

I am...

well enough to see you.

[BOTH SPEAKING FRENCH]

My lord.

I think your faction is engaged
in a fight to the death

with Bishop Gardiner and his.

I will not hide the truth
from you, Your Grace.

The king's infirmity
and the youth of my nephew,

make the question
of succession urgent.

The stakes could not
possibly be higher.

And you desire to know, I assume,

on which side of the argument
I belong?

Your Grace,
whether you will it or not,

you carry a great weight
of confidence

and influence with the king.
And everyone knows that.

But fewer people know
that your wife, the duchess,

and my wife Anne,
together with the queen,

are as close on matters of religion
as it is possible to be.

And this close affinity
has emboldened me now

to approach Your Grace.

Surely your wife has told you that
the duchess and I are estranged.

Thus her affinities
are not necessarily my own,

and you do me a great disservice
to assume they are.

Your Grace, forgive me.

[SIGHS]

I do forgive you.

I forgive you even for hounding
poor proud Surrey to his death,

for it was his fault.

But as to religion,

I have never read the Gospels,
and never shall.

I am sure they enlighten you, but
I prefer them to remain mysterious.

And as for the promise
of a better world,

I can only say
that England was merry before,

and all things considered,

I would all things were
as they used to be in times past.

Your Grace, if I do
not have your support,

may I ask
if you will act against me?

I'm not sure if this is any answer,
my Lord Hertford.

But I have always been drawn to a
phrase used by the French peasants:

"Praise the God of all,

drink the wine,

and let the world be the world."

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WALTER:
Lady Hertford, Your Grace.

My Lady Hertford.

Your Grace,

I was summoned
here but I have no idea why.

I wonder how I may help you.

You may help me, my lady,
by telling me the truth.

You were a friend, I believe,
of the heretic Anne Askew,

recently burned?

I was acquainted with her.

More than acquainted, I think.

While she was in prison,
one of your servants.

A man wearing a blue coat,
gave her money.

I desired to make her circumstances
more tolerable.

I was only acting
out of Christian charity.

I had been informed that those
who tortured her illegally

had stretched her on
the rack until the strings

of her arms and legs
were perished.

But you admit
she was a self-confessed heretic?

You are therefore guilty
by association.

You have a warrant for my arrest?

Hm.

You will never serve that warrant.

Why not?

Because I know your secret.

What secret, my Lady Hertford?

You are not such a saint as
you appear, are you, Your Grace?

You have not exactly
renounced worldly goods,

have you?

There are two monasteries
in Cornwall.

They were stripped and closed
on His Majesty's orders, and burnt.

Except,

that they were neither
stripped nor burnt,

but their titles and contents were
quietly transferred to Your Grace.

Thus you are a rich man indeed,

but only by embezzling
from the king.

I advise you to tear up your warrant,
Your Grace.

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[CHATTERING]

Majesty, Her Majesty, the queen.

Kate. Come in here.

MAN 1: Your Majesty.
MAN 2: Your Majesty.

HENRY:
I am glad you have come.

You can resolve me of certain doubts.

I wonder, Kate,
how much you think you can learn

from reading the Gospels
and other religious books?

Majesty, since God has appointed
you as supreme head of us all,

it is from you that I will ever learn.

Ah, but that surely is not so.

You have become a doctor, Kate,

to instruct us, as we have
seen many times before,

but not to be instructed
or directed by us.

Majesty, I think my meaning
has been mistaken,

for I have always
held it preposterous

for a woman to instruct her Lord.

And yet you seem
sometimes to have

a different view of religion
than we do.

Only so that you could correct me.

Forgive me, Your Majesty,

but I thought
that talking and discussing

helped to ease
the pain and weariness

of your present infirmity.

And it encouraged me
in my boldness

in the hope of profiting
from your learned discourse.

[CHUCKLES]

I am...

I am but a woman,

with all the imperfections

natural to the weakness
of my sex

and therefore, in all matters
of doubt and difficulty,

I must refer myself

to Your Majesty's
better judgement

as my lord and head.

Hm.

Is that so, sweetheart?

And you made your argument
for no worse ends?

Heh.

Well, then we are
perfect friends again.

[CHUCKLES]

I thank Your Majesty.

I promise
that I will never doubt you again.

Sweet Kate.

Majesty.

Majesty,

shall I rescind
Your Majesty's order

to arrest the queen tomorrow?

Why?

Music.

[BAND PLAYING LIVELY MELODY]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

What is it, sweetheart?

Nothing. Nothing.

I was dreaming.

We were back in Boulogne,

but I let you go.

I'm here.

Has the dawn come yet?

Not yet. Not yet.

I hate the nights.

They make me
think of perpetual night.

Hush, darling.

The dawn will be here soon,
and you well again.

Brigitte.
Yes, my darling?

I'm so happy.

[HENRY LAUGHING]

HENRY:
Kate?

What is this?

Lord Chancellor.
Why have you come?

I have come to execute
the warrant for the queen's arrest

and to escort her
and her ladies to the Tower.

You knave!

You arrant knave!

Get out! Get out of my sight!

Majesty, forgive me.
Get out!

And take your bastards with you.

I, uh...

I am so sorry
that the Lord Chancellor

should make such a mistake.

You don't know how little
he deserves your sympathy.

He was not your friend, Kate.

[♪♪♪]

MAN 1: Lord Hertford.
MAN 2: My Lord Hertford.

Your Grace,
I have already explained.

He called me a knave.
All manner of things.

But for whose ears?

Supposing he still wants the queen
to feel falsely secure?

If it was feigned anger,
it seemed very real to me.

RISLEY:
My lords, in the king's absence,
council is called upon

to declare its content with the terms
of the peace treaty with France.

All in favour say "aye."

ALL:
Aye.

RISLEY:
Council is also called upon
to discuss all arrangements made

for the security and safety
of His Highness Prince Edward,

heir to the throne,
and for all provisions made

for his temporal
and spiritual welfare.

My lords, pray,

what induces you
to discuss such things now

when all such provisions
are already made

and the prince is secure at Windsor
by His Majesty's orders?

MAN 1: Aye.
MAN 2: True.

My Lord Hertford, council is still
constituted to examine such matters,

especially since
the king's infirmities

give us all cause
to think of the future.

And it is treason,
my Lord Chancellor,

to envisage the king's death.

MAN 1: Aye!
GARDINER: My lord,

all our concern is for the prince.

Your concern?

Are you forgetting
that he is of my blood?

He is also of the king's blood,

which gives us cause enough
to examine those put in charge of him.

And among them,
some of whom we find,

like his tutors,
to be suspected heretics.

MAN 3: Yes. Heretics.
You talk of heresy. You.

And what are you, but a puffed-up
porkling of the pope's.

RICH:
My lord.

I still say, my Lord Hertford,

that the real truth behind
your intentions towards the prince

and the crown must be placed
before the king.

MAN 3: What are you doing?
MAN 4: Take your hands off.

Your Majesty, Bishop Gardiner desires
an audience with Your Majesty.

Refused.

His Grace has a troublesome nature

and I don't want to see him here
ever again.

I desire him to leave my court.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Your Grace, His Majesty
instructs you to leave court.

[♪♪♪]

[MURMURING]

MAN 1: My Lord Hertford.
MAN 2: Lord Hertford.

MAN 3: Lord Hertford.
MAN 4: My lord.

My Lord Hertford.
Lord Chancellor.

What may I do for you?

You may forgive me,
if you find it possible to do so,

from some past associations,
which I now regret.

I have no hesitation
in pledging my utter loyalty

to your lordship's house,

and I trust in future
I can serve you

as faithfully as I have always
served His Majesty.

I am most grateful to you,
my Lord Chancellor.

[BELL RINGING]

[DOOR OPENS]

Your Majesty.

Mr. Holbein.

Hm.

Mr. Holbein.

Majesty.

I have a commission for you.

I am most grateful to Your Majesty.

I assume Your Majesty
means a portrait?

You once painted my father.

Now you will paint me.

I am deeply honoured.

BRIGITTE:
Sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

Here is a messenger
from His Majesty.

Your Grace, His Majesty
has heard of your indisposition

and has asked to see you.

No.

That is impossible.
Ask the physicians.

What shall I tell His Majesty?

BRANDON:
Tell him...

I shall come.

But you can't.

How can I lie in bed, my love,

when the king of England
has summoned me?

Just get them to help me.

[CLEARING THROAT]

What are you doing here?

I have come to see my daughter.

Why should that surprise you,
Henry?

You have not always
been kind to her.

I have wept so often

to see her alone,
abandoned by her father.

Is that why you've come back,
Catherine?

To chide me for all that I am not?

She ought to be
a long time married by now.

She ought to have her own children.

Go away, shade.

Go away, Catherine.

You sent me away before,

though I loved you.

But I was still your wife
in God's eyes.

And still am.

[DOOR OPENING]

His Grace, the Duke of Suffolk.
Hm.

Charles.

Majesty.

They told me you were ill,
so I had to see you.

I have a slight fever.

Perhaps Your Majesty
should not come so close.

We've known each other
a long time.

A very long time.

Yes.

And I remember everything.

In fact,

I remember

things from long ago

better than I remember yesterday.

I remember Your Majesty's sister
so well.

And the Battle of the Spurs.

[CHUCKLES]

And when Your Majesty
made me a duke...

God knows why.

You were my general,
in York and in France

because I could trust no one else.

And I beg you now, Charles,

to trust me.

I have the power to make you
well again. You know that.

They told me you were like to die,

but you won't die.

I forbid it.

Kneel.

[GRUNTING]

By the grace of God,
I, the Eighth Henry,

king of England,
Ireland, and France,

defender of the faith

and of the Church of England

command you to be healed.

[♪♪♪]

[SOBBING]

[♪♪♪]

MAN: Lady Suffolk.
WOMAN 1: My Lady Suffolk.

WOMAN 2:
My lady.

Your Grace.

May I say on behalf of all
His Grace's loyal servants and staff

that we are as heartbroken and
wretched as Your Grace must be

on this unhappy day.

For we all loved His Grace
as much as you,

his wife, and son, loved him.

Thank you. Your sympathy and loyalty
touch my son and I most deeply.

Madame.

[PRIEST SPEAKING LATIN]

[♪♪♪]

HENRY:
He is to be buried
at St George's Chapel at Windsor.

At my expense.

Majesty.

I tell you this, my Lord Hertford,

as long as Charles Brandon
served me,

he never betrayed a friend

nor ever took unfair advantage
of an enemy...

which is more than I can say
for anyone else at my court.

I never thought he would die.

We should talk,

my Lord Hertford,
about the arrangements

for the prince's minority

after I am dead.

MORICE:
Your Majesty, Mr. Holbein is here.

HENRY:
Mr. Holbein.

Majesty,

with your permission, I came
to show you my work in progress.

Master Holbein.

When you painted my father,

you made his likeness

when he was old, sickly and ill.

He looked nothing
like a king of England,

more like a poor wretch.

A feeble, plain and dying man.

And now you have
done the same for me.

HOLBEIN:
Majesty, I--

Mr. Holbein, this portrait is a lie!

Do it again.

Get out.

[CHURCH BELL RINGING]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTING]

Why are you here?

ANNE:
To see my daughter.

She was the only pure thing
in my life.

And in my life I neglected her,
since she was only a girl

and I wanted so much
to give you a son.

But now I am so proud of her.

Fiercely proud.

She is so clever.

And though she is like me
in so many ways,

she is not intemperate as I was.

You must be proud
of her too, Henry.

I am.

I am very proud of her.

And I know how clever she is.

And I wish
that I could love her more.

[SNIFFLES]

But from time to time...

she reminds me of you

and of what you did to me.

I did nothing to you.

I was innocent.

All the accusations against me
were false.

I thought you knew.

Poor Catherine Howard.

She lies in the cold ground
next to me.

Poor child.

It was not her fault either.

But we were like two moths,
drawn to the flame

and burned.

Anne, please don't.

MORICE:
His Majesty, the king.

ALL:
Your Majesty.

Lady Mary.

Lady Elizabeth.

Kate.

Come here.

I have decided to send you away
to Greenwich.

I will not spend Christmastide
with you this year

or thereafter.

Why, Your Majesty?
Kate.

Do not question my command.

It is as it is.

Yes, Your Majesty.

[GRUNTING]

Mary.

You must be a kind and loving mother
to your brother,

who I leave in this world
a helpless little child.

Please, father, I beg you,
do not leave me an orphan so soon.

Ah, Mary.

Mary.

Elizabeth.

You are so very young,

but you too can
look after your brother.

Yes, Your Majesty.

I promise.

Bless you, child.

Bless you.

Kate.

The time has come for us
to bid farewell.

It is God's will.

When I die,
I order these gentlemen

to treat you as if I were living still,

and if it is your pleasure
to remarry,

I order that you shall
have 7000 pounds a year

as long as you live
for your service,

as well as your jewels
and ornaments.

[SOBS]

Now go.

[♪♪♪]

JANE:
How is my son?

Jane.

He is well.

I have taken all care of him.

Sweet Jane.

And soon, he will be king.

My poor boy.

My poor child.

No!

He is the most beloved.

He is my special boy.

He will die young.

No. No.

Poor child.
You expected too much of him.

He was only a boy.

Kings, too, are made of clay.

And God forbid, you locked him
away from the world,

like your father did with you.

No.

Don't you understand?

You have killed him.

No.

[SOBBING]

[WIND HOWLING]

HENRY:
Herewith, my lords,
is my testament.

When I am dead,

my Lord Hertford
will act as Lord Protector

during Prince Edward's minority.

He will be supported

by my Lord Chancellor Risley

and Archbishop Cranmer.

It is my desire

to be buried next to the body
of my true and loving wife,

Queen Jane Seymour,
at Windsor.

You shall raise an honourable tomb
upon which will be our effigies,

fashioned as if
we are sweetly sleeping.

[BREATHING DEEPLY]

[♪♪♪]

MORICE:
Majesty.

Your Majesty.

Mr. Holbein awaits you
in the chapel.

[HENRY GRUNTING]

[HENRY COUGHING]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTS]

[♪♪♪]

Master Holbein,

it is well done.

[BIRD CHIRPING]

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