All language subtitles for The Spanish Princess S1E6

Previously, on "The Spanish Princess"...

I will take Princess Catherine

of Aragon to be my wife.

Did you trifle with me
just to win my father?

No! Of course I didn't.

You don't know what you want.

Your own marriages must be addressed.

Charles Brandon has selected you.

I was told I was to have
a say in who I wed.

Well, perhaps you might have if
Prince Arthur had not passed away.

I am in love with Oviedo.

I think you love Harry.
May God help you if you do.

You will have a dowry from me,
three gold plates.

I'm carrying your child.

And I will make arrangements.

Henry! Henry, come and help me!

Please, Richard, please. Don't leave me.

I withdraw my proposal
of marriage to you.

You will instead be betrothed to my son.

You may be married only when
your mother sends the dowry.

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"Dearest Mother, the weeks have passed

and still I have heard nothing from you.

King Henry waits upon a
dispensation from the pope

and my dowry before my marriage
to Prince Harry can be sealed.

The marriage will accomplish

everything you sent me here to do,

but more than that, we are happy.

Mother, please, I beg you now

to settle this debt with the king.

Harry is devoted to me.

He is devout.

His knowledge of the Catholic
saints outrivals even yours.

We share a dream...

of how we would rule England

as a land of chivalry,

basking in the holy light of God.

Queen of England is my destiny,

as you have told me since I was a girl.

Your devoted daughter, Catherine."

I am certain my mother will
respond as I have asked.

I don't care if she does or not.

We are to wed.

I don't care what my father thinks

or Wolsey or my grandmother.

If we were wed,

maybe I could help poor Margaret Pole.

I've written to her,

offering whatever help I can give.

Who will take care of her
now she's lost her husband?

She will be forced to live
on charity from relations.

You have such compassion.

It's one of the many things
that I love about you.

You're mine, Catherine.

And no one will stand in our way.

Henry!

Henry, they're here,

the Spanish, in England.

God smiles on us.

He sent them to us.

Come.

Oh.

Does the baby give you pain?

Why does Stafford take so long
to tell me of his plan for me?

A letter. Lady Margaret.

I am to be lambasted, I suppose?

What wrong have I dealt
the Tudors this time?

The queen of Castile is in England,

on her way to Westminster.

My mother? She is here?

Oh, Lina, I have missed her.

What?

It is your sister who is here...

Joanna.

Your mother passed away...

and Joanna is now queen.

Lady Margaret and King Henry
offer their condolences...

and invite you to the court

while your sister is in London.

No.

No.

No. I...

Isabella of Castile is dead.

The new Spanish queen

has been blown off course
in stormy seas,

sailing from the Habsburg
Empire to claim her kingdom.

God has seen fit to bring
her to these shores.

I fail to see the fortune in this.

Queen Joanna's husband Philip

is son to the Holy Roman
Emperor Maximilian...

who harbors our most wanted traitor,

Edmund de la Pool.

We have invited them to court

while their ship is towed
to Tilbury docks for repair,

but it will only take a day or two.

We must impress upon this
Philip the many benefits

should he persuade the emperor

to turn his York friend over to us.

I thought Maximilian had
sworn he would not do that.

Then we must be persuasive.

Your Majesties,

Queen Joanna of Castile
and King Consort Philip.

We share your sadness on
the death of Queen Isabella.

Please, leave your weapons here.

You are our guests.

Oh, Your Highness.

See how brave I am?

Princess Catherine...

my condolences.

You were a child when I last saw you.

Joanna.

Do you know how she passed?

She died of grief for our brother John.

That's what they said,

seven years of grieving
for her favorite child.

Sister.

May we not embrace?

Your husband died,

and Mother wouldn't
bring you back to Spain

until the king here paid
your widow's jointure.

Always land and gold
before her daughters,

always her alliances...

... always God.

After our repast,

tonight's mass for All Hallows

will be dedicated to your mother.

You will have to drain your treasury

to fund the mass our mother
needs to save her soul.

All the gold in Spain
wouldn't be enough.

That's a wicked thing to say.

Oh, yes, that's right. You loved her.

Well, I didn't, because I knew
her for the whore she was.

We don't need your mass.

Pray instead our ship's
mended by the morning

so I can sail to Castile and my crown.

We will have a mass for her.

Oh, so beautiful a girl.

Don't tell me.

Princess Mary? No?

And you must her charming nursemaid.

Your Highness, I hope you and the queen

won't find our meal too
humble for your tastes.

The queen is on her way, I hope?

My father, he says to me that your piety

est célèbre in all of Christendom...

Well, that's very...

While my wife doubts God altogether.

Her mother's passing,

I suppose that would shake her faith...

Oh, no, no, no, no.
No, she does not believe at all.

She says he is une fantaisie
we make in our own mind.

- Oh, no, surely she...
- But I keep faith,

for Spain and for the Habsburg Empire.

Your Highness.

Sit beside me.

Whilst you are in our court,

I hope we can speak about ways

to seal the bond
between our two nations.

Mais oui, but first, we eat, no?

Of course.

Your Grace, I must
say that this feast...

One moment, Charlie.

Catherine, I...

I know you loved her very, very much.

Yes.

But it seems my sister didn't.

Now she is queen,
my father says we cannot marry.

He has written to the pope.

He says your father
will not pay the dowry

now that your mother is with God.

And my grandmother adds that your rank

has dropped too low to be
wife to the king of England.

But they are bloodless,

all of them.

What passion have they known?

Harry.

You must meet the Spanish royals.

I thought I was addressing one already

and offering her comfort in her grief...

You will be the king of England,

and whether it may
please you or it doesn't,

you must make pleasantries
with our royal guests.

I will meet them...

because they will be family to me.

Lady Catherine.

... as it is.

What is wrong?

Uh, nothing.

Highness?

Lady Pole was right.

This is a game that must be played.

If my father will not pay the dowry,
then my sister must.

Aelwyd, I'm sorry,
but I must have the rent.

Wait for me.

The harvest's been bad. We're short.

Buy your children something sweet...

- a treat.
- Thank you.

You have not paid your
taxes to the Crown.

Wh-what taxes?

Upon your husband's death,

your sons were made wards of the king.

A 2/3 portion of your rents and produce

must be paid over each month.

But...

You are three months in arrears,

plus a fine for your late payment.

Show me your rent ledgers.

Uh, but I received no letter.

Please, my tenants cannot
even pay their rents.

There's nothing to spare.

Then you shall make up the shortfall.

- Come on!
- Please, I need more time.

You are already late.

If you cannot pay, then
we'll take your goods in kind.

- Mother?
- Mother!

What's happening?

Well, the circumstances are unfortunate,

but we are glad to offer
you our hospitality.

In any case, your grief
and your trying journey

have not dulled your beauty.

When we have supped, we will confer

on trade and matters of the state.

Joanna, tell me of your children.

Your new baby is a boy.

The baby stayed behind at home

with our children and a nursemaid.

Cathy, let us dance.

We used to dance when we were children.

Your hands were tiny.

Your mother has just died.

Then we will dance to celebrate
her life and triumphs.

Oh, yes, I would love to see you dance.

Música española!

No, I don't think so.

Español.

Someone get my father out of here

before we all throw our
guts up on the table.

- Harry!
- The Spanish queen

is someone else's wife, Father.

You must learn to find your own.

So you would shame
your own king, would you now?

I tried to raise the question
of Edmund de la Pool.

- Mm-hmm.
- But Philip either dodges it

or else becomes unfathomably French.

Hmm.

- Henry.
- Hmm?

Try to keep your mind on
the opportunity before us.

- I...
- In case you'd forgotten,

it is not dancing.

With the Spanish women,
that's how we dance together.

Oh, goodness me.

Oh, wait.

Bravo, jolie Princesse Mary!

Jolie.

Joanna.

Joanna!

Good Christians, let us go to mass.

"Your Grace, I cannot pay the taxes

that the Crown requires of me.

Your clerks have taken
everything of value that I own,

and still there is debt to pay.

I throw myself upon your mercy,

as my children will be hungry

if this debt cannot be waived.

I am ever loyal, as I was to Lizzie.

And I grieve her passing every day.

Please, Your Grace, have pity.

There's no one else to help us.

Your loyal servant, Margaret Pole."

Yes.

You said that...

Sí, I know.

Then I am saying yes.

Please?

Uh, to... to our wedding.

So you don't think about my wages now?

I... The Infanta gave
me three gold plates,

a dowry.

You may give them back to her.

We marry when your
husband can support you.

What are you doing in here alone?

Kissing you.

You didn't come to mass.

I hoped to find some comfort with you.

There is nobody to pray to,

or else He isn't listening.

Joanna...

I know we haven't seen

- each other for many...
- Tell me.

Did you love your husband?

Arthur?

I tried to.

I feel ashamed, but...

I think I don't remember anymore.

I loved his kindness,

what he could have been.

Joanna, there is something

- I want to ask...
- In Flanders,

at his father's court,

Philip took his seventh
lover of our marriage,

closest lady of my chamber.

He said I imagined it,

so I cut off all her hair.

He raged.

He wouldn't speak to me...

so I had my ladies put
love potions in his wine,

because my heart is in a noose.

But he caught them.

He dismissed them,
and he locked me in my room.

Now he's writing to our father,

saying he will rule instead of me.

He means to have coins minted
with his own face next to mine,

to try to be the king himself,

and now our father does the same

and also tries to steal my kingdom.

But you are the queen.

Our mother's crown passed on to you.

They have no right.

All they see is power that
they want and they will take.

I'm just a chicken bone
they squabble over...

not a wife.

Not a daughter.

Never marry, Catherine.

Men are pigs, and marriage is a trap.

You're lucky you're free.

Avez-vous vu mes vêtements?

Joanna!

Your sister is délirante.

I cannot even see a woman

before she's so certain
I'm making love with her.

You see what I must live with?

I see my sister is unhappy,

and I also see the cause of it.

Oh, petite soeur Catherine,

wife of no one.

All she has is words,

nobody to listen to them.

We will leave in the morning.

Lina.

It is freezing cold and damp.

Here. Keep him warm...

or her.

I can sleep without.

I had my chance to
ask her for the dowry,

but I didn't grasp it.

She is too tormented.

I do not see my future anymore...

how I can ever be a wife to Harry.

We have no eggs.

The men took all the chickens.

Then I shall make some pottage.

Joanna!

Joanna.

Joanna.

Joanna! Joanna!

Joanna!

Your Highness, I have bad news.

Your ship is not yet ready.

¿Qué? There was a cracked mast.

- That is all.
- But...

there was a hole found upon the stern.

I've just this moment come from Tilbury.

The carpenters are working hard,

but they say it'll take at least a week.

If our ship's not ready,
you will sell us one of yours.

How much gold to buy a ship?

You cannot say you do not need it.

We don't have any ships to spare.

So let us settle down and eat

and see how we might trade.

I have another chance to win my dowry.

Where is Rosa?

I will find her.

Rosa!

- Rosa!
- Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

- Rosa!
- Oviedo.

Oh, Rosa.

He didn't come.

Will you talk to him?

Please, Lina.

Find out what we'll do.

Of course I will.

All is not lost, Rosa.

The Infanta's sister stays,

so she might try again to win her dowry.

God smiles on her.

What, you don't believe in Allah now?

I know Allah is not the
reason that they stayed.

Will you take her back to Durham House?

She needs to rest and warm herself.

I'll tell the Infanta.

Ven.

Lord Stafford?

Joanna?

You are right,

that men control us.

Henry Tudor thinks he
can control my life,

but we are sisters.

We must help each other.

You can help no one.

There is no marriage you can make now.

You're soiled, have no
dowry, and no rank.

My marriage was not...

I remain...

a maid.

I will sooner believe in God than that.

It is the truth, Joanna.

I will marry Harry, Arthur's brother.

He is different to other men, Joanna.

He has wanted me since
I first came to England,

before I came.

He wrote to me and told me of his love.

He has walked through fire to win me,

and now all I need to have him is...

my dowry to be paid.

Will you help me?

If he is so different,
you do not need a dowry.

He will marry you for love.

When I am Queen of England

we can be each other's allies.

Harry will do anything I ask of him.

We'd stand with you against
our father and your husband.

England is an ally Spain
needs against the French.

Then we will both be queen
and rule our own lives.

Always Mother's favorite,

and now you win in love as well.

We play the hand we have, Joanna.

The ship's mended.

Any fool can see that they are lying.

It must be Philip.

He doesn't want me
in Castile, where I rule him,

so he tells them to keep me here,

just as he locked me
in my room in Flanders.

We rule nothing, you and I.

But that makes no sense.

If Philip wants to take your crown,

then he would want to be in Spain

before our father takes it for himself.

You think that I am wrong?

Then why do all our
horses have no shoes?

Come. Follow me.

Watch this.

Ah, we all want peace in Europe, but...

I have labored for it through my reign,

and we are close.

The king has sacrificed to win it.

Yet even here in England,
two sides form...

rich nobles and then the poor people,

who hate you for their taxes, no?

De la Pool will plunge
us back into bloodshed.

No one benefits from this
assault on the English crown.

You could stop it. Your father...

My father...

he hates walnuts.

Uh, yes, wall-nuts. Des noix?

Walnuts?

They give him the gas.
Vraiment terrible.

Yet he keep them

in a great plateaux d'argent...

Silver plate, oui?

For his guests. They love them.

So now it's une tradition.

He must eat one walnut
with each favored guest,

even though there's the consequence.

Now, other men of power would
shun things they detest.

My father is a Christian man,

so I will tell you this.

My father ate a walnut
with Edmund de la Pool.

You mock us!

Harry?

I barter for the future of this throne

while you dawdle on the
sidelines making love-play!

- What?
- You're the one who let him

slip through the net.
You should be in there,

negotiating his return!

I do not think he is important.

You mock us

for our efforts to keep
this throne for you.

Well, perhaps I will not do it anymore.

Perhaps I will choose
myself a new successor.

Hah! Well, I think God
might pass comment upon that,

since I am His heir.

You ungrateful little shit.

One day, you'll not
have us to guide you.

I count the days.

Do not bait me, Father!

I will win!

What made him so angry?

You, of course.

It's always you.

But I will not let him break me.

Come.

Let me tend to your eye.

He says that...

there will always be love
in his heart for you.

He says that his situation
has now changed...

and he...

he cannot help you.

How? How has it changed?

Rosa, he...

We will help you.

We will find a way.

No! No!

The baby knew it wasn't wanted...

so it died.

Go!

- Highness.
- Leave us!

Yes, Your Grace.

I need garlic, onion,

and sheep's stomach, if they have it.

My mother used it after battle.

Let me kiss you.

Your blood is up.

Let me soothe you first.

A virgin should not
entertain a man alone

if she hopes her reputation
as a maid will be believed.

Joanna, please.

I am tending to his eye.

We should be acquainted if
you are to be my family.

We met already,

but you had other
victims in your sights.

Victims?

You think that I have victims?

Joanna, please.

You think that I am cruel?

Please, don't.

Don't what, tell him the truth?

You wouldn't like that.

Or perhaps I will tell you the truth...

of what she did to me... our mother,

because she loved her God so much.

- What?
- Our mother used to torture me.

You don't remember.

You were too young,

or she kept it from you,

precious little Catherine.

She wouldn't want her
pretty babe to know.

She would hang me from
a beam or a hook, like this...

You're mad.

- Of course she didn't.
- ... and tie weights to my feet.

She thought she could
cure me of my blasphemy.

Our mother was a queen, a warrior.

It's you who made her ill, with worry

and with nursing all your children
when she had her own complaints.

I don't know why you would defend her.

She said you were not her daughter,

because you lost your husband
and failed to have a child.

She washed her hands of you.

See?

You're our mother's daughter after all.

Your dowry's dead.

You won't get a single coin from me.

Give me my horse.

Give it to me!

Right.

So are you scared of me?

Hah!

Of course not.

You're a girl.

But I will bid you my goodbye.

Go, then. Run after her.

I'm not running after anyone.

No?

She said you'd do
anything she told you to.

No one tells me what to do.

I'm... I'm going to get some wine.

There is wine here.

Unless you're scared of
what your father wants.

Of course I'm not.

Scared to make him angry,

if he thought you had
had it and he had not.

Catherine?

It's Rosa.

Mother, a letter from the court.

"Our dearest cousin,

I bid you come to court,
and I will help you with your plight.

His Grace, King Henry VII."

Come.

Not my father, my grandmother,
nor the council...

I did not budge an inch,
Catherine, not with any of them.

I was very clear that
I loved you and that...

That I've never loved
another and I never will.

You must believe me.
You must believe I love you.

I do.

I thought that I had frightened you.

My... my sister is unwell, I think.

Oh, I-I care not one jot for her.

But I should not have slapped her.

It was wrong of me.

- It doesn't matter.
- I was upset,

what she said about our mother.

Is it true?

My mother was a warrior.

She was my inspiration,

and I will love her to my dying breath.

I will not have her name besmirched.

Joanna was right, though.

They tried to stop her
leaving Westminster.

My father wants his enemy
returned, Edmund de la Pool.

Philip's father has him.

My father and my grandmother

want a deal to have him handed over,

so they'll stop your sister and her
husband leaving until they get it.

Why didn't you tell me?

Joanna can persuade him.

It's her who wears the crown.

She's the one Maximilian will have
to trade and make a treaty with.

I can have my dowry in
exchange for her escape.

Joanna.

Joanna.

I know how you can free
yourself from here...

and I will tell you, for a price.

What price?

My dowry.

No.

Joanna...

I know what you said was true...

what our mother did to you.

She tried to keep it from me,

but I remembered...

a moment from when I was a girl...

and you were screaming.

I'm sorry.

How do I free myself from here?

Give me your word you will pay my dowry.

You must write to Philip's
father, Maximilian,

and tell him to return the
York man, Edmund de la Pool.

Philip will try to stop you,

because he means to take your power,

but you are queen,
and the power is all yours.

He'll never...

I have come to trade with you.

You want Edmund de la Pool returned?

My husband has misled you.

His father will do nothing for him,

whereas I am queen of Spain,

and Maximilian needs to
keep his treaty with me.

Maggie, you are here at court.

I have come to see the king.

I hope you received my letter.

I wrote to you of my sadness
at your husband's passing,

and... and now I have lost my mother.

I'm sorry.

They are both of them with God.

Lady Pole.

This way, please.

I hope our paths may cross again.

Maximilian is a Christian man,

and the reason why he will not
hand de la Pool over to you

is because he thinks he'll
lose his head upon your block.

Swear on this splinter
of the one true cross

that his life will be spared,

and I will see to it that
your request is granted.

This is playacting.
You don't believe in God.

But you do,

and Maximilian knows that,
so he will trust it.

I, Henry, King of England
and Lord of Ireland,

do swear on this most holy relic

stained with the blood of Our Savior,

that no harm shall
befall Edmund de la Pool

on his return to
England, so help me God.

Then I will tell the emperor he
must send him back to England

or lose all trade with Spain.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Your Highness.

Lady Margaret.

You thought I was the king?

Most letters come through me,

and I didn't see fit to
pass yours on to him.

It seemed to me a woman's matter.

I only want to save my children.

They are small.

They're innocent.

None of this is their fault.

Please.

They are starving.

And they shall receive.

All their mother has to
do is confess her sins.

Unburden yourself, Lady Pole.

The weight must be immense.

The Spanish princess and Prince Arthur

performed their marriage duties.

They knew each other.

All you have to do is say
it in the face of God.

The face of God?

And then your children will be saved,

and they will grow
to live full, happy lives.

There is no depth you will not sink to,

no evil you will not peddle,

no cruelty you would spare.

I would warn you, Lady Pole,
to watch your words.

No. I have watched my words
and deeds my whole life,

and tell me, how far has that got me?

You Tudors killed my
brother in cold blood.

You crush anyone and anything in
the path of your foul power lust.

Well, maybe hunger has made me mad,

but I will not be an
instrument of yours, my lady.

That was my last olive branch.

You and your spawn can die in
the gutter, where you belong!

The deal is made.

Your Highness, I have
a second matter to discuss

that would ensure a pact
between Castile and England

for all the years to come.

Will you hear it?

Let us sit.

Good day to you, oh secret one.

The Infanta's sister is
being held at Westminster.

I think that you removed
their horses' shoes, no?

I am a soldier.

I take orders.

So now they pay me,
three shillings a week.

I save it for our wedding.

So, what else are you keeping secret?

All places on your body
I would like to know...

when we are wed.

We are blessed to have each other,

and the Infanta,
she is blessed now, too,

because she'll have her
dowry and her prince.

You needn't look at me like that.

You will not win.

Is it done?

Did you succeed?

We came to terms,

so Philip and I will leave tomorrow,

and their traitor, de la Pool,
will soon be shipped back here.

And you will pay my dowry?

You were right, that an alliance
between Spain and England

keeps me safer in my reign,

but it's stronger if the alliance

is between my children and this crown,

so I have made a marriage

between my son and Princess Mary.

It was proposed by Lady Margaret.

We do not need you, Catherine.

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