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In the back atrium.

Who's winning?

Bravo!

You are most worthy loser, cousin.
I commend you.

But as a loser, nothing less.

Your familiarity with the queen

is as offensive as disrespectful, sir.

Your need is greater
than mine, I fear.

It is damp but still serviceable.

Next time, it will be your
swollen head I aim for, Dudley!

Judging from your performance

your aim is nothing to boast of, Sir.

Mi lord Norfolk,

I will not tolerate threats
of violence in my presence.

God's blood, it is but a game!

Now shake hands.

Be done with it.

If you think that such behavior
finds favour with me, gentlemen,

You are very much mistaken.

That one is not destined to die
in his bed, my lord...

If indeed it is his own
bed that he sleeps in.

Robbie!

Your familiarity boarders upon contempt.

One of my own by recompense.

No no no.

You have to open it.

It's a family heirloom,

my late mother's favorite piece.

Then by right your wife should have it.

Hmm...

Rubies are not your color.

Will the Spanish ambassador be impressed?

Your efforts are wasted, Bess.

He is old, near sighted

and has an abhorrence of red hair.

See the insolence that I
must endure, Letty?

The Spanish ambassador.

Send this gift as a little token

of his esteem.

A ruby, no less.

And quite a magnificent specimen,

to is it not?

As you know, the word "ruby"

stems from the Latin
word "red", Your Grace,

Symbolizing both heat
and fire and thus passion.

Some may think that a gift
like this from the husband

of my late sister is a little...
inappropriate.

Allow me, Your Majesty, please.

Majesty, if I may...

The Earl of Pembroke.

From Spain.

Let's hope he runs out of suitors
before we do space.

It was just a loving gesture
from a friend, Bess!

You make too much of it.

Fondness exceeds propriety!

I will not be made to look like a concubine

Before my own court!

You go too far, Robbie.

Bess, wait!

Your Majesty?

Do we deal with her
English suitors first

or foreigners?

We're not all assembled yet, sir.

If Robert Dudley can't grace
us with his presence,

we proceed without him.

Oh, the Earl of Arran asks

that his name be added to the list

of those for the Queen hand.

As does the Earl of
Arundel and Rutland.

And the Earl of Shaftsbury.

Likewise Sir William Pickering.

His bastard children
litter in every parish.

Well, the queen seemed
most taken with him.

when they meet.

This is about state politics,
not about the whims of a woman.

Sovereign or not her judgment
can not be relied upon.

Is it not her ill chosen
attachment to Robert Dudley

proof of that?

What advantage is there
in a domestic union?

Any English we choose could cause

dissent and division in the country.

No, foreign is the one.

The Spanish ambassador has been
sniffing around the palace

like a dog on heat.

Is King Philip an contender?

After his bloody purges he inflicted
when married to her sister,

the queen will never
contemplate such a union.

In terms of a foreign match,

we kind of may have the
Habsburg proposal...

and, of course, the King of Sweden,
of coarse, weather permitting.

The Habsburg suite...

which son does the Emperor propose?

His two youngest, either
Ferdinand or Charles.

Charles is the most manly.

The French will
opposed.

As will Spain.

We will need someone
closer to home, I'm fancy.

Then it's Austria.

Shall we make it official?

Our remit is to recommend

our preferences to the queen,
my lord, nothing more.

And her remit is to accept our
recommendations, Sir William.

otherwise it flouts our authority.

We have a chance to end

this wretched petticoat
government, Mi Lords.

Let us seize it.

Subject to negotiation,

The queen will marry
Archduke Charles.

Agreed?

Is this your doing?

You are a fool indeed.

It was never my
intention for you to witness

such a craven indulgence, Your Majesty.

My shame is already
too much to bear.

Tread carefully, Robbie.

One day you may strain my patience too far.

It's uplifting to hear her
laugh again, is it not?

A joy indeed, my lord.

Now...

You are to stay with Mrs. Odingsell

until your health
is restored, my love.

She will ensure your every need is met.

You are all that I need, husband.

Can you not stay with me?

You know what the snake pit
that duplicates court is, Amy.

If I am absent for too long,

there are plenty who will fill the void.

And the queen's favor can be capricious.

When it shines on you, her
generosity knows no bounds

and probably all ready,
reaping the rewards of that.

A house in Queensborough to start, and
she speaks of another in Surrey

And an estate in Warwickshire.

Is it only for that,
that you seek her favor?

Power is not always
visible, Amy.

If you have a voice,

you can shape not
just how that power is used,

but your own destiny.

Now, I have risked the
Tower and the Scaffold

for such an chance.

Do not ask me to
forgo that now.

Her physician will see her daily.

And if the pain...
if it weakens...

I will summon you, sir,
as I promised. "

Be vigilant in your
care for her, ma'am.

She may well be the best part of me.

Make me go, Bess.

Say it.

No, we must not!

We can not!

Another of your bad
dreams, child.

Oh...

Stay close, Kat.

Your Majesty, Your Grace...

Your Grace...

Your Grace, Maj...

Your Grace... Your Majesty...

Your Majesty...
Your Britta... no.

Your Excellency, I am
delighted to tell you

that the council has reached a
decision on the matter of...

Now there is another matter
to which we must attend to,

That of your marriage.

We feel that a match with
Archduke Charles of Austria

Is the most propitious.

Here are the negotiating
terms as I have drafted.

A union with the Habsburg empire

Will not only assure you
of your future prosperity,

But will deter
any act of aggression

from France or Spain.

And the Archduke has
no principality of his own,

so he is free to reside here

and relieve you of the
burdens of the state.

If sharing sovereignty
dissuades you,

Then let him be your consort.

That, too, can be negotiated.

For God's breath, what whim of man
would accept such a meager status?

If he doe, he will
never reach my bed.

In the months since my accession
to the throne, Sir William,

Have I been negligent in
my duties of the State?

The Religious Acts before
the Parliament in my name,

The legislation for
the aid of the poor-

was I not instrumental
in their construction?

Your diligence is not
in dispute, Your Grace,

but it is not fitting for a
woman to bear the weight

of responsibility on her own.

Your duty is now to
secure succession,

providing England with an heir.

Just as my duty lies in

giving you advice without fear or favour.

By all means offer me advice, My Lord,

But I am under no
obligation to act upon it!

I am fear I was
precipitous in my response

to the issue of
marriage, Sir William.

If you furnish me

with the details of the Archduke's suit,

I shall consider his
proposal most carefully.

So the sharks have chosen a
minnow to share your throne-

The bedsitter to do their bidding.

Archduke Charles is but a puny boy,

barely weaned from his mother's breast.

As always, you exaggerate, Robbie.

He is my age, more or less.

And well endowed, or so they say.

Mmm, maybe in wealth and power perhaps.

In other respects...

If someone had bothered
to consult me,

I would have forewarned them...

even as a child you vowed

never to take a husband.

Dear God, after what
happened to your mother,

who can blame you?

Would you forgo the chance
of motherhood, Bess,

for the sake of a childish vow?

It's not only men can be
corrupted by power. .

an heir can be a much a
threat as a comfort in her.

But the love of a man is
hardly that of a child.

It can be just as fickle.

As can a woman's.

But a ruling woman is not
as other woman, is she?

Like the coin

that bears her image, there
are two sides to her.

On the one,

She embodies the feminine
frailty of her sex,

and on the other,she is the body politic,

ordained by God.

Ah.. well then it is the frail and
feminine one that I must appeal.

Oh, but she listens only
to the counsel of the other.

And how can a woman be sure

if a man truly loves her for herself

or for her power as queen?

Can not a man love both?

So do you think so little of my honor

that I may endanger yours?

If you saw more of your wife,

your honor would not be in doubt.

Your weakness is your protection, Bess,

but I'm afraid it makes to a lonely bed.

The doctor has ordered

that I must spend my
days resting now, my love,

but a visit from you, no
matter how brief,

will do me more good
than all of his potions.

I know that duty to a queen
must come before a wife,

but I keep hearing rumors from court

how the queen is apt
to flirt with her courtiers.

How young men mortgage
their estates

to buy outfits so as to catch her eye,

how she plays one off against the other.

Take care Robert, because
such games are about power.

it could be your soul you mortgage,

for the women are not so
versed in these rules,

they make them up.

therein the danger lies.

The favors she bestows
can be withdrawn

as surely as the clouds
obscure the sun.

I see now...

if my life has a purpose

is to protect you from your vanity

and the price you will pay

if you fall prey to hers.

Your Majesty,

May I present Sir Francis Walsingham.

He has come from
France with news for us.

I hope your news is worthy of

rousing me from
my slumber, Sir Francis.

Two weeks ago,

The king of France fell
ill by an ear infection.

He died

on Friday in Orleans.

As a widow, your cousin,

The Queen of Scotland,

will now be competing in
the marriage market,

To forge their own political
alliance against us.

I fear her youth and beauty are such

she will be a magnet for every
Catholic prince in Europe.

It is for this I was so rudely
summoned from bed?

My agents inform me

she plans to return to
Scotland, Your Majesty,

to rally her Catholic followers there.

They boast

she is the one true queen of England.

Only assassination can end
your heretic rule.

A view
encouraged by the French,

Who have declared to support the cause.

Henceforth, you must be
guarded at all times.

All your food must be tasted,

All gifts and tokens,
examined for poison.

Your progress amongst the people
must be curtailed....

Curtailed?

My best defense lies
in the love of my people.

How can they do that if they cannot see me?

With respect, Your Majesty,
your best defense lies

in marrying someone the French will fear?

I'm not so bereft of logic

I don't know common sense
when I hear it, Sir William.

Have I not said I will
consider the Archduke's Charles proposal

most carefully?

Now I bid you good night,

gentlemen,

Lest my beauty suffer for
my interrupted rest!

I come to the point, Your Majesty.

King Philip has asked...

He asked me to ascertain if
you would do him the honor

that of considering a proposal
of marriage from him?

Of course, the enmity of
such an alliance will cause

could be costly for Spain.

Military conflict with
France can not be ruled out.

And does he ask for something
as a reward for his sacrifice?

Conversion to the faith of Rome

It's not a big sacrifice
on your part, is it?

Think of the reward.

Our two nations united bound by the
sacred bond on marriage.

Europe will be on its
knees before us.

We are but a small kingdom

compared to the might of Spain, My Lord.

Such an alliance could
threaten our nation's state.

My people will never sanction it.

The people will take their
queue from you, Your Majesty.

Such is their love for you.

Please inform the king

that I will consider his proposal......
most carefully.

Child, you must rise.

Prepare!

Baron Breuner, Archduke
Charles' envoy has arrived.

And the gifts he brings:
Damask with chests

And a white horse fit
only for a king.

If it's to be a
courtship by proxy,

let us sweep him off his feet.

Sorry to have to do this to you.

Now see how attentive she
is, as she leans toward him?

The archduke chose well in his envoy.

No woman can resist such a man.

Let's hope he has the
wit to let her win.

If he doesn't, then God help him.

Oh, the acid test -
The Archduke's portrait.

Is she smiling?

I cannot tell.

We are nudging towards
a result, My Lords.

I feel it in my bones.

Ah.. as we were! Quickly!

Ah, Baron...
Come and join us.

I hope your pursuit
progresses well.

Yes, thank you, it progresses

Though in what direction, I'm not certain.

Was she not amenable to
the Archduke's picture?

Oh, yes, she said she found
his features most pleasing.

She also said how she never
trusts a portrait,

how an artist can
use their skills

to disguise the
faults of the subject.

Well, I trust that his Lordship
is faultless in the flesh.

She insists

on meeting with the
Archduke personally,

before considering a commitment to him.

His adornment on that point.

Then we will issue a formal invitation

that he may come to England and

if he comes and she rejects him?

The Archduke will never exposed
himself to such humiliation.

I have learned from experience, Baron,

Who, like others of her sex,

The queen can tend
to...frivolity and prevarication

when faced with a decision.

But time will mellow her.

Sir Robert Dudley's name was
constantly on her lips.

Is there anything there
that I should be aware of?

A friend from childhood, my lord.

and... for him it's nothing more than that.

It's like a sister.
Nothing more.

I see.

If she has been neglectful of her honor,

The archduke will never
countenance a match with her.

Nor I could live with it.

My Lords.

Thank you.

He has duties at court.
he cannot come.

Will you leave me, please?

The pearl ones.

He has a wife!

You cavort with him as
if he were a suitor!

I treat him as he deserves,
as a loyal and trusted friend!

It's my only joy, Kat!

When I am with him, the burden
that I must carry is lifted.

I am a child that I was
never allowed to be.

You, more than anyone else,

You, of all people, know those dark days!

And there talk that he plans to poison
his wife so he can marry you,

Does that bring you joy too?

Poison her, who
say those vile things!

Who are they? Name them!

If you show yourself as an unworthy queen,

The love of your people can
become very despicable.

Your enemies will seize that,

And seek to take the throne away from you!

Is any man worth that price?

The tract of land that you've
given him, the money, the titles.

Will your next gift be your virtue,

or the realm itself?

Or is one reward for the other?

I am sorry!

Oh sorry.

Say you forgive me.

There has been no impropriety between us!

God winds, when has there
ever been a opportunity?

Do not my ladies sleep beside me?

And I have guards on my door?

Am I not watched by thousands
of eyes day and night?

And thousands of eyes see how
you look at him, my child.

Admit your love for him.

Only then will you find the
courage to do what you must

and discard him.

We are guilty of nothing
immoral, by thought or deed.

But if I choose so to dishonor myself,

No one shall forbid it.

No one!

Are not you going to the fair today?

I was going to send my
servants in my place, my lady.

Do go, Mrs. Odingsells.

I shall be sleeping.

What harm can come to me?

An hour, no longer.

Wait for me!

Come.

I see now...

If my life has a purpose

It is to protect you from your vanity

And the price you will pay

If you are a prey of hers.

She has rejected King Philip
of Spain the proposal,

the response to Archduke
Charles is the same.

"I have on my mind at this time to
relinquish my single life." My Lord.

She doesn't know her mind,

that's the problem.

She knows it well enough.

Dudley has cleared the deck
by disposing of his wife.

She is doing the same.

The coroner has not yet
determined the cause of death, My Lord.

I fear every court in Europe

is rife with such talks, Sir William.

My agents report that
even the Queen of Scots

is saying how the queen's
favorite has killed his wife

to make room for her in his bed.

Sir Robert was here in
court that day, sir.

I can vouch for it.

Death by design requires
only a willing mercenary

to service it, my lord.

Thanks to the queen, Dudley
is not without funds.

I will not tolerate such talk of
Her Majesty in my presence, sir!

Do not let your loyalty
blind you, Sir William.

Her complicity is the talk

of every pulpit and every
parish in the country.

If she chooses this corrupt union,

she will go to bed a queen

and will wake up again
as Lady Elizabeth...

If she wakes at all.

Leave us.

The coroner's verdict.

No evidence or presumptions
of evil by any third parties.

Then I am exonerated, it is over.

Malicious tongues might
take more convincing.

In a few weeks it will
be but a memory, Bess.

I have to ride it out, that's all.

It will be worth the wait, I promise.

You know we're destined
to be together, Bess.

Marry me.

Do you not see that
your dishonor is mine too?

I can not let what started
with such hope for my people

end in shameful ignominy.

There is no need to dishonor...

There is only dishonor
where there is guilt.

Or must I swear my innocence to you too?

You're looking for a reason not to love me?

Careful, Bess, you
might find some.

We must not, I can not!

If you love me as you claim,

you must leave court now, today.

If you loved me, you would never
ask me to do such a thing.

I do not ask it,

I demand it.

If I am exiled, it will
seem as proof of my guilt.

I'm done for!

All these months, you kept me
close, you were using me...

playing with me

for your own callous ends, as
you do all men.

So long as I was married
you were safe.

Now I am free, you spurn me.

If I leave, I won't return, Bess.

It will be the last time you ever see me.

I will have but one mistress
here, and no master!

Can you hear me?

I will have no man
to rule over me!

Send for help.

Boleyn's a bastard.

Keep the fire stoked, keep it stoked.

This water's cold, Isabella.
Bring more water.

Where is the water?

She is asking for you.

Your successor, is there a name?

An ancient Arab
remedy for smallpox.

The patient is entirely
wrapped in red

To make her sweat.

Can see?

Is it in her eyes?

Please God help it not spread to her brain.

My Lords, I...

I fear death possesses me.

A successor...Majesty

We must a name.

We need a name, Your Grace.

The protector of the realm shall be...

Sir, I can not hear....
Did you say a name?

Robert Dudley.

Where's the water?

Oh oh.

The queen lives!
The queen lives!

We must thank God for our
merciful delivery, My Lords.

I know the timing is not
capricious, Excellency,

but there's a matter
of some urgency...

Must you always indulge in these
tiresome preambles, my lord?

If it is so urgent, say it.

I am relieved your spirit is restored
along with your health, Your Majesty.

A decree from Parliament.

It is their will that your
marriage negotiations

with the Archduke Charles
be reopened without delay.

An invitation to his envoy

has been issues to that effect.

Issued without my consent?

Without even the mere
courtesy of the discussion?

Parliament have yet to
approve your annual subsidy.

Now is not the time
to antagonize them.

Do they think to blackmail me, Sir William?

Your illness was a salutary
reminder to us all

of your mortality.

The question of your succession can
be detained any longer.

Such fuss.

Barely visible, child.

If I see them, so can others.

Henceforth, my ladies must only
wear subdued colors, Kat.

There can be but one sun in the Universe!

Honorable Members of
Parliament, Counselors....

I am told that some of
you still take the view

that I must take a husband.

It is monstrous that the feet should think
that the feet should rule the head...

That you presume I should bend my
will to yours on such a subject.

Was it not God's will that
preserved me from my sickness

for the life I now have to lead?

And it shall be his will alone, I obey,

on the matter of my marriage.

It does so works my heart
to incline it towards that state,

then I assure you

the realm shall not be
destitute of an heir.

But if it be His will

I will continue to live outside
the state of marriage,

I tell you,

I would rather be turned out
of the Realm in my petticoats

than defy Him!

It is England that
I married, My Lords.

Which will be sufficient for me when I die

that a marble headstone declares

that this queen, having
lived for such and such a time,

lived and died... A Virgin!

The Queen of
Scots envoy is due.

She will not see no one else.

You will find that I
am an exception, sir.

"No exception," she said.

You startled me, sir.

Sir James Melville.

I am honored indeed, Your Majesty.

I hope my cousin fared well on
her journey back to Scotland.

Uncommonly well, Your Majesty.

She relishes being at home once again.

My father composed this ditty.

Charming, is it not?

Indeed so, Your Majesty.

My cousin too was musical, I hear.

She plays like an angel, Your Grace.

As dexterously as I?

There is no more comparison.

I am told she also dances sublimely.

Oh, she is indeed deft
afoot.

"Sublime" is the word, Majesty.

I hear she's uncommon tall.

Is she not ungainly?

It is so elegant

She is as grace a feather on the
breeze, Your Grace.

So... she is taller
than I or...?

Taller by a few
inches, I would say.

Then she is too tall.

for I am told that I
am the perfect height.

Your meeting with her has been
delayed too long, Majesty.

Only then can you judge her
true merits for yourself.

In that regard, she
has sent you a gift.

I see now how she has so many
suitors competing for his hand.

No doubt some foreign
prince will have caught her eye.

She favors an Englishman.

Her cousin Lord Darnley has
been mooted in that regard.

Darnley?

That fractious unstable youth,

and as a Stuart, he
has a claim to my throne.

A union between the them both
could pose a serious threat

to the security of my kingdom, sir.

Scotland is but a footfall away.

As your sister, the queen,

only seeks to strengthen the
alliance between you.

Then I have the perfect
gift in mind for her...

to achieve that goal.

Oh! I would prefer
banishment to this...

a hundreds of times I would prefer!

If she married a Catholic prince,

she could use their power
to seize my throne.

Worse yet, if it's Darnley she chooses!

Who else can I trust
with such mission,

who I know will not betray me?

I..... I am Protestant,
I am a commoner.

She will never countenance such a match.

The Earldom of Lestershire has a
heritage akin to royalty, does not it?

There are surely worse duties

than to be married to a queen.

You know I hadn't yet
forsaken all hope there.

And there is no greater death

than that of hope, Bess.

And no greater
love than to sacrifice it.

Is this the frail feminine side that talking...

or the divine virgin?

Hmm?

For queen and country.

So be it.

Robbie.

They say her
beauty is unparalleled,

perhaps it would not be such a sacrifice.

Be it known to all those present

that in recognition of his
steadfast service and loyalty

to the queen and to the realm,

on this day we we do confer Robert Dudley,

the dignity, splendor and
title of Earl of Leicester.

The Queen of Scotland has
defied you, Your Grace.

He has wed Lord Darnley.

"His Holiness Pope Pius V calls

upon all English Catholics subjects...

to renounce the heretic rule

of Elizabeth Tudor, the
usurping queen of England "-

To all intents and purposes,
a warrant for your death.

It's not just renegade Catholics

acting on the order's of
the Pope's we must fear.

The Queen of Scots
has orchestrated

yet another plot to depose you.

In hes letters to me,

she swears she had no knowledge
of such a conspiracy!

Then her assurances are as
threadbare as her honor.

Reckless she may be,

but she's still the
anointed queen, as am I!

Your spies are rather lax
in their efficiency

or in his loyalty, Sir Francis.

In the absence of
a standing army,

they are your best
protection, Your Majesty.

Thanks to his diligence,

his latest intrigue
has been exposed.

It seems she's found a friend in court,

someone close to you,

who has elected to betray you.

I fear I will soon have to
sleep with a sword at my side

as my sister did, for fear of
being murdered in my own bed.

The Queen of the Scots persists
in her cause to seize my throne.

Unseating a monarch
requires more than force.

Without the support of the

council or Parliament, it
could end in civil war.

So... who better to enlist
and subvert their loyalty

than someone whose
ambitions for advancement

have been thwarted
in my court?

Who can conveniently
dust off his Catholicism

as proof of his new
fidelity to Rome?

And you have proof of such an intrigue?

Mmm.

Thank God and Walsingham.

The sweet talk
in his letters

to the Queen of Scotland
speak volumes.

Of all qualities, I
praise loyalty the most,

but now I perceive mercy to be as worthy.

To err is human, to
forgive is divine,

but the gateway to forgiveness
must first be, confession.

If loyalty be the issue, then it is
Dudley who should be called to account.

do you think it was mischance
that she came to marry Darnley?

Because it was Dudley's
backdoor machinations,

that he may remain here, at court,
with you for more...

Impugning my Lord Leicester's
integrity insults

not just his good name but
my intelligence, cousin!

I speak as your cousin, your
blood relative, I tell you,

That your trust is fatally
mistaken, and it has always been!

Our royal blood comes
from birth, Thomas.

How he uses power
thereafter is from choice.

You have taken yours, as I have.

And you have chosen her.

Take him to the Tower.

Dispose of him!

I had all but given up waiting for you,

my sweet Lettice.