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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.

...Princess 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...

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.

Joanna!

Your sister is...

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.

...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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