All language subtitles for Tudors S04E08

- Fire!

Reload.
- Stand ready!

- Good God, man!

Did you not find
anything to eat?

- There's nothing
to find, my Lord.

The whole countryside for miles
and miles is stripped

of every sheep, cow, pig,
hare... of anything edible.

We had French peasants come up
to us, crying piteously

in God's name for a piece
of bread to keep alive

their little ones who
are dying for want of food.

- It's not their little
ones I worry about.

It's my own soldiers.

It's a pity the French
will not come out

and break lances with us,
as they used to do.

Then I could truly fancy I was
Lancelot Du Lac.

Instead of sitting here
in our own shit

and starving to death!

Except for the bastards
who try and run away!

- Forward!

Reload!

- Ah! Oh!
- Run! Run!

- Stop! Stop! Wait!

Don't move.

Dai! Tornianno
a lavorare.

We do not have time
to be afraid, my friends.

Go, back to work.

- Ah! Do you know
where we are?

- The castle's still
300 feet away.

- Christ!

- How many men have
died of the flux?
- So far?

Two thousand. And a further
three thousand are sick with it

and not fit to fight.

The sick are using
up our limited resources.

In my opinion, your Majesty,

they should be separated from
the well and transported
back to England.

- That would mean that I would
have to that several ships
from my blockade!

What is the cause of this bloody
flux that so unmans us?

- Your Majesty, there is much
disagreement as to causes.

Some say it is the result
of lack of supplies.

Others, by contrast,

say it comes of greed,

the men having gorged
themselves on unripe fruit

and shellfish when
they first arrived.

What is certain is that there
is no way known to man

to stop its spreading
infection.

If the siege should continue
for much longer,

I'm afraid a great portion of
your Majesty's army will soon

be dug into the fields
of Boulogne.

- I will hear not
hear anymore about it!

You are as much
my enemy as the French,

since you seek to demoralize,
to lie about our weaknesses,

and to spin tales of sickness.

These men are not sick from
the flux but from cowardice!

And I will
not send cowards home!

They will either fight or I will
hang them by the wayside.

You! Get them
from their sickbeds

back into that trench, or I will
make you a head shorter.

- Yes, your Majesty.

- And in the future-tell
me the truth!

- -Perhaps the initials
of these names...

- Majesty, Bishop Gardiner
asks for an audience.

- Send him in.

- Majesty. Come, ladies.

- Your Grace.

- Your Majesty.

I have come to hear if there
is any fresh news of the King

and his affairs?

- The King is very well
and in the best of spirits.

I am told he has
never seemed happier.

- We all pray

for the King's life
and his success.

There is one matter I should
discuss with your Majesty,

since you act as Regent
in his absence.

- Go on.

- Having discovered
a nest of heretics

among the King's musicians-
and destroyed it...

We now discover
that there are heretics

even in the King's
privy chambers.

- Of whom do
you speak, my Lord?

- The King's barber
and the royal cook.

We have enough evidence

to draw up this
draft indictment.

All that we require
is your signature.

- My Lord, I praise you for your
diligence in these matters.

But I do not think it proper
to arrest men

so close to the King's
person-without first asking him.

Oh, and there
is one other matter.

We have heard rumors of an
outbreak of plague near Windsor.

So I have decided to invite
the Prince Edward

to come here to court
and stay with me.

- As you wish, Madam.

You!
Move yourself!

Sergeant,
over here!

Right, men!

All you boys,
let's have you now.

Move it, move it!
Raise the light, boys!

All you, come!
- Père!

Papa!
- Chère! Mon chérie.

- Comment vas tu?

- Je vais bien. Très bien.
- Mademoiselle,

in return for your cooperation,

I have decided to allow
your father to escape.

- My cooperation?

- You must promise not to try
and escape yourself.

Bring those
provisions over here, now!

- IL veux me garde
à votre place

- Vous êtes beaucoup-

My father agrees.

Thank you.

- He must go now.

- I'll miss you.

Relee him outside the camp.

Together now!

Come on, up on your feet!

- What about water?
- Fire!

- So, how are things, Harry?

- Good.

- Here.
- Reload!
- Here's some food.

- That's your food.
- You need it more than I do.

I just sit outside
and watch the seagulls.

Go on, take it!

Eat it, Harry.

- And the horses! The horse
is magnificent.

- I bid you most welcome,
my Lord Hertford.

I take it your visit here
confirms your confidence

in the Queen's Regency!
- Majesty.

- Majesty, I have heard
nothing but praise

in all quarters for the
dedication and skill of Queen
Catherine in matters of state.

She has great clarity of mind,

and a woman's touch which
soothes and cures

where a man would usually
rush into anger and complaint.

- And the boy?

- Prince Edward is well
and healthy.

- A toast to his health!
- To the Prince.

- To Prince Edward.
- To the Prince.

Bring it round!

- What is it?

- I have to tell your Majesty
that I have received word that
the Emperor has seized

both the fortresses
he was besieging,

and has taken fifteen
hundred enemy prisoners.

- What did I tell
you, Senor Treviso?

I never trusted your methods.
Everything has taken too long.
- Majesty...

- And you don't know how
to handle the soldiers!
None of you do!

I swear to God
I could have told you.

Siege warfare makes
men idle and bored.

They get soft.
Isn't that right, your Grace?

The men get soft.
- It's true,

the camp is swarming with
prostitutes. But even so,
considering the conditions...

- I want to make sure
of the troops' good behaviour

in case of an assault.

We shall explode one of the
charges under the castle walls

prematurely-without warning.

That way, we can observe the
temper and the disposition of
the troops in a sudden crisis.

- Majesty, please.
Listen to me, I beg you!

We are only days away
from mining under the castle...

For the love of God, please.

So many, many lives
lost-and for what?

Majesty, give me two days.

- This is your food.
Isn't it?

- What about the people in the
town? What are they eating?

- Their cats.
If they have cats.

Cannons coming.

We need some help over here!

- Why did you let my father go?

- I questioned him.

He couldn't tell me anything
useful about the town's
defenses.

- And I can?

Why are you keeping me here?

Are those
muskets prepared?

- Lady Mary.

- Your Majesty.
I wanted to show

you my translation of Erasmus's
"Gospel of St. John."

It is only started.

But it is dedicated to you...

Since I know how much
our faith matters to you.

- Thank you, Lady Mary.

I am deeply touched.

Come!

This is so nice for me. To be
with all three of you together...

Which I think
is as it should be!

- Edward! I'll catch you!

- Prince Edward! Prince Edward!
A little decorum, please!

- Edward!
- Come here, your Grace.

Now, tell me,

you love the Lady Bryan,
don't you?

- Yes.

- I think she loves you too

But I think that it is time
you were breeched

from the Lady Bryan
and her nurses

and I think that you are
old enough to be placed with
your tutors, don't you think?

- I suppose so.

- Well, don't worry.
There'll be other boys too.

There'll be the Duke
of Suffolk's son Henry.

And it won't be all
learning languages

and scriptures. You'll also
learn tennis and fencing,

music and dance. Well,
that will be fun, won't it?

Good night, Prince.
Lady Bryan, thank you.

- Good night, your Majesty.
- Good night.

- Your Majesty.

- Good night, your Majesty.
- Good night, Lady Mary.

Come here, young lady.
Let me hug you.

I expect great things of you,
and I shall not be disappointed.

- I hope not.

- Now off to bed, sweet girl.

Mistress Ashley-a moment.

Anne.

I believe that I can trust you.

I think that your family
are reformers.

- Yes, Madam.

- Lady Elizabeth's mother,
Anne Boleyn, was also

a Lutheran and a reformer.

I suppose it is my duty,
therefore, to bring

the daughter
up in the mother's faith.

Would you have any objection
to that, Mistress Ashley?

- None, your Majesty.

I should be proud to help the
Princess thus honor

the memory of her mother,
whose life-and whose faith...

Too many so easily disparage.

- Good. Then I will appoint

as her tutor Roger Ascham.
He is also one of us.

Mistress Ashley, this
conversation never happened.

Good night.
- Good night, your Majesty.

Good night.

- What?

- I broke my promise.

I escaped.

But I came back.

You've got blood on your head.

Take shots.
Come on! Forward!

Forward! For your lives!

Take the front!

- Thank you.

All of you.

It has been an honor
and a privilege

to have worked alongside
men such as you.

Gratia.

God be with you.

Gratia.
- God bless you, sir.

- Gratia Mille.

Go.

Clear the way!
Clear the way!

Move
for the cannon!

- Come on Girolamo, come on.

- Go! Run!

Run!

- He lied to me!
He's a charlatan!

- Girolamo's mad again!

- Go, go! Run!

- No!

Girolamo!
- Save yourself!

- Get in here,
get in here, get in here!

- They're injured in the mine!

- We found somebody!
Quickly, get him out!

- Go on! Go on, sir!

England!

- The wall is down!

Victory!

- Is there anyone else?

Are there any others?

Is there anyone
else alive in there?
- No.

- For the King!

- England!

- Section Commanders, form up!

Form up your men! Prepare
to take the city!

Forward!

- Prepare to take the city!

Prepare to take the city!
- Yes.

- Children! Lady Mary! There is
great news from France!

The ng has taken Boulogne.

He is safe and triumphant.

Your father is a hero!

He has captured Boulogne!
- Kat-obviously thrilled.

- I'm certain he'll be home

very soon.
How wonderful.

- Most victorious Prince,

as Governor of Boulogne,

I have no choice but to
surrender the keys of the town.

- Monsieur.

- I trust your Majesty will
allow the inhabitants

of the town
and its unarmed garrison

to leave unmolested
and in safety.

- I do so swear, on my honor.

Although you and your company,
despite God's will

and contrary to all justice,

withheld from me a town which,
being a noble part

of my inheritance,
belonged to me.

- Well, I congratulate
your Majesty.

You have captured one of the
most beautiful towns in France.

- In their great necessity,
many of them ate horseflesh.

- Did you see them go out?
Even the priests were thin!

- So, my Lord Hertford...

Was it well done or not?

Was it not God's will
that we should reclaim

part of our just rights
and inheritance?

- Majesty, the capture
of Boulogne will live forever
in the hearts of all Englishmen.

And the eighth Henry
as well as the fifth,

in the glorious annals
of our realm.

- I call Boulogne
"our daughter."

And I am the "King's
Highness of Boulogne!"

- I look forward-
- Hertford.

- Majesty.
- I have a lot
of unfinished business there.

- A toast! To all.
- To all!

- And to victory.
- And to victory!

- Your Majesty.

- Your Grace.

Your Grace, I have much
to thank you for.

You have distinguished yourself
above all in this campaign.

- I am grateful
to your Majesty.

And now, I assume,
we are march on Paris?

- Why would you assume that?

- Forgive me, your Majesty.
I don't understand.

I thought that was the purpose
of the pact with the Emperor.

- Do you suppose

we should march
on Paris with half an army,

with thousands of sick
soldiers, and in winter?

No, your Grace,

right now, Boulogne is now far
more important to me than Paris...

Than ten Parises!
No, we shall back to England.

We have gained
here a singular victory...

And I mean to hold onto it.

I shall leave Surrey
in command of the town.

- Surrey?
- Yes.

Is that a problem, your Grace?

- No, your Majesty.

- Your Grace.

- I'm sorry.

Is that
what you want?

Move all that wood over there!

- Am I free to go?

- Yes.

You're free to go.

- You didn't ask

for a ransom?

- No.
- Up on your feet.

- Then do you think
I'm not worth anything?

- You are worth everything.

Need some
more powder?

- Come back with me.
- Where?

- To England.

- As your-
- Yes sir,
straight away, sir.

- -mistress?
Your French whore?

- No.
- Then what?

- Je t'aime

Je t'aime. C'est tout.

- My Lady.

- Your Majesty,

it makes me so glad

to see you so well and happy.

And returned safe, thank God.

- And victorious, thank God!

- And victorious.

- Kate.

Bishop.

- Gentlemen, for all this
celebration, I am very worried

about our state of affairs.
The King's enterprise

has bankrupted our exchequer.

Is that not correct,
Sir Richard?

- We are at our wit's end
to know how to get revenues

to pay for the Boulogne
campaign,

or even shift for the next
two or three months.

- We are at war with France
and with Scotland;
we "ve the enmity

of the bishop of Rome.
We no longer have

assurances of friendship
with the Emperor.

This war has proved
noisome to the realm

and disastrous
for our merchants.

Oh gentlemen, God help us,

we live in a world where reason
and learning no longer prevail

and covenants
are little regarded.

- And where it seems even
our Queen is a heretic.

- It's true.

And it will be God's work
to destroy her.

- Your Excellency.
- Excellency.

- Your Excellency.
- Your Grace.

- Your Majesties,

you should know that,
due to my infirmity,

I have applied
for a recall to Spain

and am even now am awaiting
the Emperor's permission.

Madam,

I would like to take this
opportunity to thank you,

on behalf of his Majesty
the Emperor,

for all that you have done
for the Lady Mary

and for fostering the friendship
between England and Spain.

- Excellency, what I have done
for the Lady Mary

is much less than
I would like to do,

as well as being my duty
in every respect.

And as for the friendship
between our two countries,

I have done and will
do nothing to prevent it

from growing still further,
as the friendship is

so necessary
and both sovereigns...

so good.

- As are you, my Lady.

- Excellency!

- Majesty.

- I hear your Master has signed

a separate treaty
with the French.

Is it true?

I asked you if it was true!

Is it so hard
a question, Eustace?

- Yes, it's true, your Majesty.

- And why should he do that?

We were supposed to be allies.

- I believe his Majesty
had no choice.

He had spent too long besieging
the town of Luxembourg;

His army was riddled
with disease.

- He still should
not have done it!

Behind my back!

I trusted him...

And he betrayed me.
- Your Majesty, I am sure...

- No, you defended and excused
him your whole life!

He is not to be trusted...

And you should be relieved
that you no longer have
to lie on his behalf.

You have my permission
to leave my court.

I wish you a long and happy
retirement, your Excellency.

- Your Majesty.

- Excellency.
- Your Excellency.
- Farewell, your Excellency.

- God speed, your Excellency.

- She is taller than me,
isn't she?

- A little.

- How would you describe her?

- I would describe
her as my wife.

- When shall I meet her?

- Do you want to meet her?

- No. But your son...

Henry?
Yes, sometime.

What are you thinking?

- That I was dead,

and am alive again.

Let me look at you.

- Say something.

- Words aren't important.

- You mustn't go.
I forbid it.

- My Lady, I have to.

You can see how it is with me.

- And what about me?

- Madam, I don't think I could
have ever left you

than Queen Catherine's.

I believe she loves you.

- She may love me.

I don't know.

What I do know is that
she is not of our faith.

She pretends-but she is
not a Catholic.

She is a heretic-and still
you leave me in her care!
- Madam...

- No...

No, it is not your fault.

It is my fault. If I had been

a boy and not a girl, none of
this would have ever happened.

And England would still
be faithful.

- Princess! I beg you.

- I am a lot older than I was
when I first knew you.

And wiser.

I do not know
if I shall ever be married,

or if I will ever be Queen.

Probably neither.
But if I do become Queen,

I swear to you now
on the Holy Gospels

and on the soul of my mother,

that I will make England
faithful again.

I will do whatever it takes,

I will burn however many
heretics I have to,

I will spill as much blood
as I have to,

to make this unfortunate realm
Catholic again,

and heal it, so help me God.

- May I?

Take this ring,

in memory of me.

It was a gift
from the Emperor...

Who received
it from your mother.

- Your Majesty,

we have received news that,

as well as concluding
his separate peace treaty

with the French at Crecy,
the Emperor has

given permission for a marriage
between his daughter

and the Duke of Orleans.

- All right.

- There is further news.

We understand that the Dauphin,

and an army of over 36,000 men

are preparing
to march on Boulogne.

- I want my victory
to be celebrated in
every house in England.

It was, after all,

a very glorious affair.

I want you to arrange
for every bell

to be rung
and a mass of Thanksgiving

to be said in every church.

I want the name "Boulogne"

imprinted
on every English heart...

Just like "Agincourt"!

- Yes, your Majesty.