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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.

Walter.

Take this...

very carefully...

and give it...

to my Lord Risley.

Yes, Your Grace.

The lord high admiral of France.

Your Majesty.

Thank you, Your Highness.

It is my great privilege and honour to be here.

My lord admiral.

May I present His Majesty's daughters...

the Lady Mary and the Lady Elizabeth?

I never thought to be welcomed in this cordial way...

by His Majesty's family.

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?

You shall hear more on that subject very soon.

The king.

Your Majesty.

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.

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.

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?

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.

So handsome.

Sister.

What is it?

My God.

What is that?

Who is it?

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

And why is she screaming like that?

I'll go and see her.

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.

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.

No, no, my lord.

I am...

well enough to see you.

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.

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.'

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?

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.

Majesty, Her Majesty, the queen.

Kate. Come in here.

Your Majesty. - Your Majesty.

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.

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.

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.

Is that so, sweetheart?

And you made your argument for no worse ends?

Well, then we are perfect friends again.

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.

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.

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!

Forgive me. - Get out!

And take your bastards with you.

'I'

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.

Lord Hertford. - 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.

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.'

Aye.

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?

Aye. - 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.

Aye! - 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.

Yes. Heretics. - You talk of heresy. You.

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

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.

What are you doing? - 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.

My Lord Hertford. - Lord Hertford.

Lord Hertford. - 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.

Your Majesty.

Mr. Holbein.

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.

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?

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.

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.

His Grace, the Duke of Suffolk.

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.

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.

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.

Lady Suffolk. - My Lady Suffolk.

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.

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.

Your Majesty, Mr. Holbein is here.

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.

Majesty, I...

Mr. Holbein, this portrait is a lie!

Do it again.

Get out.

Why are you here?

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.

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.

His Majesty, the king.

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.

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.

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.

Now go.

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.

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.

Majesty-

Your Majesty.

Mr. Holbein awaits you in the chapel.

Master Holbein...

it is well done.