All language subtitles for The White Princess - 01x05 - Traitors.AMZN.WEBRip-NTb

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The White Princess...

This one looks
most like Teddy.

Now tell me your name.

Teddy. I am the rightful King of England.

His name is Lambert Simnel.

Routing his army has caused
grave injury to my uncle.

It is a shame you didn't marry Jasper.
Jasper is the man you love.

Might we not cherish
something for ourselves?

I have found
a wife for you.

Kate Woodville.
The Dowager Queen's sister.

"When you were first
with child, with Arthur,

"I knew then that he'd never
be the king."

What does she say?

She says he will not be king.
She is wishing him to die

They killed one
of the brothers.

Richard escaped, now we
don't know where he is.

We have a guest.

Is it really you?

Our lost York Prince.

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"My dear Elizabeth.

"I write with news
of our success,

"both here in Burgundy
and beyond.

"I have received word
from the Doge of Venice,

"who will publicly declare his support
for your son, Prince Richard.

"All over Christendom, people
sing songs of his return.

"Of a handsome York prince
with golden hair.

"Our friends in Europe
are many.

"For seven years they have written to
tell me of their love for Richard.

"Your son's cause grows
stronger every day.

"Soon he will be ready
to come against Henry.

"He will be restored and
take his rightful position

"as King of England."

Another letter for the
Dowager York Queen Elizabeth.

I almost forgot
to invite the King.

What is it?

The Duchess writes on behalf
of so-called "Prince Richard."

Inviting the Queen and I
to be her guests at court.

She is shameless.
You must refuse.

Must I?

And here I was thinking what
a pleasant trip it might be.

Prince Richard?

The whole world knows he died
in the Tower years ago.

-The Duchess is either mad or a fool...
-She's neither.

Of course she knows
the boy is an imposter.

Like the last.

What does it matter if she is able
to convince people otherwise?

The people of England
support you.

Do not doubt that.

There are rumors,
Your Grace, of...

Nobles in the southern counties
planning to flee to Burgundy.

We shall close the ports...

And stop all trade

All legitimate travel
because of a rumor?

England would be
up in arms.

I agree.

It is too drastic. The world
would think I acted out of fear.

How will you respond?

Ah!

A letter has just
arrived from the King.

-We are summoned to court.
-For what reason?

It doesn't say.

What do you think
it could be?

I couldn't begin
to guess.

But we must
leave right away.

Must I go?

Maggie. We are the
King's loyal servants.

Of course. It's just
so peaceful here.

Hey. It's a trip to court
for us, young man.

At least it means
we can visit Teddy.

Right then, young man.
Race me to the house.

Here, Teddy.

Books, ink and parchment.

And best of all, cheese from our own cows.

Teddy? Teddy.

Little Henry needs a cuddle from his uncle.

You shouldn't have
called him Henry.

The Duchess of Burgundy has invited
me to be a guest at her court.

I have decided that I shall
send you in my stead.

- Of course, Your Grace.
- I would be honored to do...

No. I meant your wife,
My Lady Pole.

Me, Your Grace?

The two of you together.

But, Your Grace, I've never
met my cousin Richard.

Surely you would recognize
your own kin, would you not?

Who better to expose
this boy as a pretender

than his own cousin?

How do you respond,
My Lady?

The princes and princess
have missed their cousin.

As I have missed mine.

All is well in Wales?

A Tudor husband is not
so horrible after all.

I do not think of us
as York or Tudor.

We are a family.
A happy one.

Or would be, if my brother
could be with us.

And you? Here?
With the King?

Every day he puts
a fresh red rose

and white rose
into the Queen's rooms for me.

Much has changed
between us.

Ours too is now
a happy union.

Please don't be
nervous, Maggie.

The Duchess may be
persuasive to some,
but she has proved

she will stop at nothing
to bring an imposter
against my husband.

I am pleased the King
has so much faith in me.

If you have any doubts
you must raise them
only to me.

Do you think
it could be him?

Your brother?

My mother has clearly
told the Duchess
of Richard's escape.

Make no mistake,
she is the architect
of all of this,

It is just another urchin
our aunt has plucked
from the street

and dressed
up as a prince.

Richard was my brother.

And I miss him every day.
But that boy is not him.

And Henry must never know
of Richard's escape.

For his sake and for ours.

I will do my duty
to the King.

Good.

Come.

We will be back
before you know it.

You will be safe
here at the palace.

He will be well.
You mustn't worry.

God speed.

Are you certain
you can trust Lady Pole?

These women
are Yorks, Henry.
Never forget that.

Her son is here
at Westminster.

And her brother
in the Tower.

We can trust her.

The King has spoken.

Your brother was
rude to me today.

You hear me?

I don't appreciate
his tone.

Don't be so sensitive,
Margaret.

I will not have
him jibe at me.

Take him in hand.

I will not lecture
the man whose army secured

the Battle of Bosworth
for Henry, on decorum.

You would have me
believe that that was
an act of selflessness?

It would be the Stanleys'
first and last.

I suppose we should
look to you as our model
for that particular virtue?

I am selfless.

My only interest
is the will of God.

How fortunate his will is
so often in tune with yours.

What do you mean?

His will to place you
here as mother of the King
knows no bounds.

He ordered the murder
of two small boys in
your cause, did he not?

Lizzie.
Lady Mother.

Have I not been
a loving and dutiful
daughter to you?

You have.

Have I not visited
and cared for you
these past years?

Forgiven you for the lies
that you have told me?

It seems something
upsets you.

Of what
am I accused now?

You must put
a stop to this.

You think I do not know
that you are plotting
with the Duchess?

Believe me.

Your aunt
needs no help.

I do not want
to read this.

News of your brother's
health and success
do not please you?

This boy...

Is every bit as fraudulent
as the last one my aunt sent
to claim the throne.

This boy is Richard.

You cannot know that.

He is your brother
and the rightful
King of England.

You put me on
the throne with Henry.

You made me
a Tudor Queen.

I made you a York Queen.

And now you would
just take that from me?

Is the truth you have
always loved my brother
more than me?

Oh, Lizzie.

I have loved you
with all my heart

for all of your life.

No one is closer.

I am old.

I am fading.

I should be with my eldest
girl as I live out my days.

Your sisters have all
gone off to their own
husbands and families.

I should be with you.

But Henry would
never allow that.

I love you, Lizzie.

Henry will do anything
I ask of him.

He loves me, Mother.

And I love him.

Your Grace.

It is my hope
that your closeness
to your daughter

will speed your
return to health.

Thank you for
your kindness.

I will visit you later.

Your Grace.

We intercepted these
at Greenwich.

Signed and sealed
by English Lords.

addressed to the
Duchess of Burgundy,

pledging their support
for the so-called "York boy."

Well?

My men will make arrests.

We should have
acted sooner.

A handful of
traitors does not
make a rebellion.

Not yet.

The letters.

How do they name me?

Go on.

Your Grace...
Go on.

Henry the Pretender,
Your Grace.

And him?

Prince Richard,
Duke of York.

Our son, Prince Harry
is the Duke of York.

Ennoble him.

Give people their
rightful Duke.

Let us celebrate
our strength.

The Queen is right.

We will make
Prince Harry a Duke,

and when Lady Pole
returns from Burgundy,

she will denounce
the boy publicly.

Very well.

Make plans.

Do not arrest the
traitors yet, I have...

A different thought
of how to deal with it.

Duchess.

Aunt.

Lady Grandmother.

Such a pity the
King and Queen
could not join us.

But it is a pleasure
to welcome my niece and
her husband to court.

We thank you for your
hospitality, My Lady.

Prince Richard
is very much looking
forward to seeing his cousin.

I understand you will
miss the young
Duke's ennobling.

Such a strange event
given that the title
is already taken.

Forgive me.
I merely tease.

It's been a long journey.

Let's allow our guests
to settle into their rooms.

Of course.

And later you will
meet the Prince.

Lady Grandmother,
perhaps you might show
me the grounds first?

It is a pleasure
to have you here,
Maggie.

I did not think
to see you in Burgundy.

No, nor would I be,
but the King requested it.

Tell me about
your own family.
Your son?

-Little Henry.
-Mmm-hmm?

-He is five.
-Oh!

A precious age.
Hold him close.

I would so love
for you to meet him,
Lady Grandmother.

Well, I will not return
to England. Not while
Henry Tudor's on the throne.

But, if your aunt
has her way

we will all be
restored by Richard.

You are convinced
it is him, then?

And you are here to
prove he is another
imposter, of course?

Another peasant
picked from the fields?

- Hmm?
- Cathy!

It makes me joyful every day
to see you in my gardens.
It is my joy.

Who's that?

Lady Cathy Gordon.

Cousin to King James
of Scotland.

A little older
than the Prince...

But as I said.

Your aunt is never
at a loss for schemes
to occupy her.

My Lady Margaret.

I should have guessed
that your idea would be
the same as mine.

To make all this...

Perfect for our boy.

Our beloved Harry.

You have been
a grandfather to him
in every way that matters.

And father to my son.

You have given
so much for him.

I regret no injury
sustained in the
service of my King.

You are happy, Jasper,
aren't you?

Your York wife
makes you glad?

She is kind. And caring.

She is patient with me.

Then I am glad too,
Jasper.

We will always
both share Henry.

My Lord.

My Lady.

My Lady,
the King's Mother.

We shall see you
at the banquet.

Come, Kate.

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Prince Henry of England.
I name you...

Duke of York.

Duchess, you put on
quite the spectacle.

Ah, here he comes!

Prince Richard,
Duke of York.

Today we welcome
guests from England.

Sir Richard Pole.

And Margaret Pole,
your cousin.

Welcome, cousin.
Sir Richard.

Come, Maggie.

Come and sit next
to your cousin so you
can speak freely.

If it pleases my cousin,
then I can think of nothing
that I would enjoy more.

Today, Prince Henry
was ennobled.

Our road to this moment
has not been an easy one.

But we gather today secure.

We have two sons
and our line is strong.

A toast.

To my son.
The Duke of York.

The Duke of York.

I would also like to propose
a toast to the Duke of York.

My son, Prince Richard,

who is alive and
well in Burgundy...

Remove her...

And any noble here
who fears God

should follow him
instead of this pretender,
Henry Tudor.

To Prince Richard,
the Duke of York,

and rightful
King of England!

You came here to destroy
your own grandson's day.

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You are not my mother.

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All you have achieved is
the removal of any doubt
that you are mad.

All of England is
now quite sure of it.

The only madness is
that your son remains
on the throne.

But the true King
will prevail.

Your sister-in-law,
every bit as mad as you,

harbors another pretender.

We will deal with him
as we did the last.

My son, Richard,
made me a promise

when I sent him away
to safety.

He swore that he would
avenge his brother.

That vengeance
is coming.

And it is you, Margaret,
who shall be dealt with.

God makes you sick
as punishment
for your lies.

You will have much
to confess to him.

I do not fear death...

Or judgment.

I have done my duty
to God, and he will
reunite me with my Edward.

But there is fear
in your eyes.

What will you say to God
when you see him?

How will you explain all
that blood on your hands?

Take her to the abbey
and put her somewhere
she cannot write.

I am so pleased you
could join us, cousin.

Um...

Perhaps you can
recall our times
together as children?

My apologies, but though
we are cousins, I'm afraid
we've never met before.

Our mothers were
not exactly friends
and our fathers...

Well.

They were not
always brotherly.

I meant...

We spent our childhood
amongst the same people.

We will have
stories in common.

Of course.

Tell us a story
of the Prince, Maggie.

Uh...

I did hear of...

Um, once,

you and your
brother Edward

caught a fox
in the grounds,

and sneaked it
into the nursery.

- Oh, yes that's right.
I had forgotten.

I remember being
terrified of the beast,

but I was desperate
to impress my brother.

Edward didn't care,
he carried it under
his coat

and snuck it
past our maid.

I, I forget the maid.

What was her name?

Mary.

For me she was not
so easy to forget.

She was
particularly fair.

Christmas was my
favorite time to visit.

We used to gather
around, sing.

Oh, on one occasion even
the servants joined in.

An evening
I recall well.

Forgive me, My Lord
but you agreed that
we have never met.

I was watching
from the balcony.

I was rather a shy child
and it became my favorite
place to hide.

I could watch everything
that went on without
having to involve myself.

It was the first
Christmas after
your father died.

Everyone was trying to make
it as happy as it could be
for you and your brother.

You were so brave.

From my hiding place,
I watched when you and Teddy
thought you were alone.

You held him as he wept
and told him everything
would be well.

That is not my memory.

I know what
you will say to Henry.

So play your charade
for now if you must.

But when Prince Richard
rises against him,

I will call on both
you and your conscience
to join us.

Richard has been exiled.

And England is in darkness.

There is much
still to be done.

Let no-one be in
doubt about the task
that lies ahead of us.

But here today,
at last, we have
much to celebrate.

My beloved Richard
and Cathy Gordon
are to be married!

I suppose we should have
guessed she would have

something like this
up her sleeve.

Let's hope King James
is better than his cousin,
Lady Gordon,

at spotting
a peasant in silk.

Excuse me.

Goodnight, my loves.

Remember to
say your prayers.

I will.
For you and Father.

And My Lady,
the King's Mother.

Your grandmother
will be pleased.

I will pray for
your mother too.

Is she unwell?
She is mad.

I heard Lord Strange
say so.

I never want to hear
you say that again.
Do you understand?

Time for bed. Now.

Is she unwell, mother?

She is.

Sleep well,
my sweet boy.

Lies are all
my mother has,
Henry.

No one
will believe her.

England loves you.
We have had
seven years of peace.

And you?

Do you love me?

You are God's King.

You are England's King.

And you are my King.

I will sleep alone tonight.

Leave me.

A blessed end
to us bequeath.

Into thine hands
our souls receive.

Margaret?

What is wrong?

I... I couldn't sleep.

Something is wrong.
Tell me.

Perhaps I can
share your burden.

Is it Henry?

Is it Elizabeth?

What has she said to you?
She is deranged.
You said so yourself.

One of them got away.

What?

The princes.
One of them got away.

"Got away?"

Elizabeth told my physician,
Doctor Lewis, years ago.

She said, "If you had two
precious jewels, would you
put them in the same box?"

Don't you see?
She swapped one
of the princes.

What she said is true.

"Got away?"

From what?

Margaret?

From who?

From a murderer?

It is not murder
if it is God's will.

It was you!
You killed them.
No, I...

I did not!
You ordered it.

I cannot know for certain
if it was carried out.

They were Yorks.

They were children.

It was God's will.

God's will?

There is no divinity
in this.

Will you tell him?

I must think.

Jasper...

He would not understand.

You know he could
never forgive you.

Even now you think
only of yourself.

No, Jasper,
how can you
say that of me?

To know this would
destroy Henry.

It would ruin our boy.

If Henry is to be ruined...

It'll be by your actions,

not my telling of them.

You see?
She cannot
catch him out.

She cannot deny
that Richard is her cousin.

And if he is,
what happens
to him next?

He takes back
the throne of England.

Or?

Are you suggesting
that we leave
Henry Tudor be?

That we allow him to rule
while Richard is denied
his birthright?

I am fighting hard
to win him allies, but
we are just beginning.

Or, he dies.

This is not the
beginning of anything.

It's the continuation
of a conflict that

has claimed
all of my sons.

Lady Grandmother.
Has the party ended?

No.

Your aunt will revel
in her success until dawn.

Are you ill,
Grandmother?

No.

Aren't you happy
about the betrothal?

A betrothal
means a marriage,

and this marriage
means war.

He is my grandson.

How can I be happy
about that?

Oh, Maggie.

You were sleeping
when I came to bed.

I didn't want
to wake you.

You stayed up late then?

I received a letter
from the King.

So while the Duchess
and her friends
enjoyed their revelry,

I made good use of it
and went about
the King's business.

We must leave today.

I've written to the King
of the boy's betrothal
to the Scottish girl.

But at least we will
bring good news
when we return.

What is it, Maggie?

My grandmother.
She believes
the boy is Richard.

You cannot be surprised
that she would say that.

It's not simply
that she says it.

She believes it,
in her heart.

And you?

He knew about Teddy
and me that Christmas.

How would it be
if there had been

someone on the stairs
who saw you,
and they had told him.

Would that not enable him
to repeat the story as though
he himself had seen it?

And if your father
had just died,

surely one could
guess that you would
weep at Christmas?

He is an imposter.
A clever one,
I do not deny that.

Maggie.

I know that there is
a part of your heart

that would want
your cousin to have lived.

But you must think
about the implications.

This boy is an imposter.

I must make plans
for our return.

Why is Jasper absent?

He is unwell.

We are told
we must not worry.

The Duchess has
revealed her plans.

She hopes to win
the Scottish army
to his cause.

There is no
certainty of that.

Or even any
great likelihood.

If Cathy Gordon was
the highest born bride
that she could buy for him,

then Europe is little more
convinced of his identity
than we are.

The girl is
just a minor noble.

If his claim is believed,
you'd expect

he'd win at least
a French princess,
if not a Spanish one.

And Scotland is too
poor to start a war.

The Duchess may
just be taunting you.

I will discuss it
with my uncle when
he is recovered.

All you must do
is confirm that
the boy is a fraud.

We are safe, Maggie.
I promise you.

Sir Richard,
Lady Margaret Pole.
We welcome your return.

Your Grace.
Our mission to Burgundy
has proven fruitful.

You questioned the boy
as I asked, My Lady?

Yes, Your Grace.

And?

Did you recognize
him as your blood?

Is he Richard of York?

He is not a man
whom I have ever
seen before.

He is an imposter then?

Not your cousin?
Not Prince Richard?

No, Your Grace.

Is this the evidence?

Yes, Your Grace.

Sir Pole...

Brought home
the wax seals

of every traitor who has
written to the Duchess
pledging fealty to the boy.

Proof of treachery
from their own hands.

Sir Boswell.

- Traitor.
- Take him.

Lord Smithson.

Dorley.

Elizabeth, Dowager Queen.

- Sir William Stanley.

No.

It's a lie.
Surely, brother?

I am loyal...

To the rightful king!

- Richard of York!

What will you do with her?

Your mother's treachery
is old news.

And God will take her soon
enough without my help.

And William Stanley?
And the others?

You know what I must do.

And you must do it.

If they have lied to you.

Your Grace?
Your uncle wishes
to speak with you.

He is recovered?

No your Grace,
but he is very...

The King has
pressing matters to
concern himself with.

I will see to his uncle.

Tell him I will
see him presently.

Jasper.

Leave me, Margaret.

I would speak
only with Henry.

What is it that
you wish to tell him?

That is between me
and my King.

You will destroy him,
Jasper.

You will destroy everything
we have worked for.

Oh! Oh!

We have offended God.

Did you not love
me once, Jasper?

I have never loved
anyone else.
Oh!

But this?

Did I love you...

Without ever knowing...

Who you truly were?

Henry needs to know...

What is done in his name.

Or he will
execute traitors...

...while...

The greatest of all
remains at his side.

Poor, poor Jasper.

I have loved only you...

And yet I have
caused you such pain.

Help me, Lord, please.

Help me. God!

God would not
want you to suffer.

God, help me.

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