All language subtitles for The.White.Princess.S01E02.BDRip.X264-REWARD

Cecily:
Previously on The White Princess...

King Henry sent us here
to fetch you back to London.

We will come willingly,
of course.

Lizzie:
lam to be the spoils of war?

The wife
of a marauding madman

whose mother
even murdered children

just so he could
snatch the throne?

This is yours now, Henry.

Your kingdom.

He based his claim for England
on you being by his side.

What if I don't choose
to marry her?

The Yorks will rise up
in her defense.

Your mother bids you
to rape me?

You think you have
free will in this?

I am the king and I do not.

Let's get it over then.

A child!
My grandson!

He will be ours,

our own rose of York.

Are we certain
the York Princes are truly dead?

- They are both dead.
- They think that you are dead, my love,

and so you will be
if you don't hide now.

Lizzie: I will plot to bring
my brother back.

I will fight them from within
my marriage

and they
will no! even know it.

"Humble and penitent"
may be damned.

"Hidden and patient."
That will be my motto.

(theme music playing)

Your Grace?

The king is calling for you.

Are you well?

My sickness is now
almost passed.

(tambourine rattling)

(laughter)

(exclaims)

Bishop Morton.
Welcome to our court.

I am most honored
by his Grace, your son.

I find myself appointed
to the royal council

and made
Chancellor of England.

God's will and ours are one.

(people laughing)

And the girl?
Is she obedient?

She has a role to play,
but not the mother.

(applause)

Your smile is
almost convincing.

My face aches from it.

And if I have to hear
about his years in exile one more time

I think that I will choke him
with the pheasant legs

he has such a taste for.

Henry.
Bishop Morton.

However will I keep it up
for eight weeks on Royal Progress?

- Don't be downcast.
- (breathes deeply)

We shall make it work
to our advantage.

I just wish I was
coming with you.

Bishop Morton has
arrived at court. I wish...

My daughter's dress
is cutting in

and troubling the baby.

We'll change it in her rooms.

(indistinct chatter)

Royal Progress is our chance
to flush out who is still for York.

Our first contact is crucial

as we'll know
who else supports us.

The De La Pools are out,

they turned their coats so quickly
they don't have a spine between them.

The Staffords have refused
to bend their knee to Henry

but he knows them all
as rebels so we cannot go to them.

Francis Love“.

Love“?

I thought he had
sworn fealty to Tudor?

Richard said he was the purest,
whitest York in all of England.

He said he would
trust him with his life.

No matter what he said
or did to fool his enemies,

he was a York
right to his core.

Then Lovell is our man.
Where can we find him?

- York...
- (door opens)

(chuckles lightly)

(applause)

I ride through England,
and I do what exactly?

You show off your person.
Your righteous sovereignty.

That's it?
I just "parade"?

The people need to see you
with their own eyes.

And you must look to them
as wealthy and as regal

as God made you.

Which is why
your likeness will soon grace

every sovereign
from the royal mint.

This one.
And this.

No. Black.

I wish to keep it plain.

You must wear
a sword though.

I thought this was
to win their hearts

not threaten them
with bloodshed.

Your subjects are still
reeling from the battle

and the change
of House.

The wounds of England
will take time to heal.

There may be...
skirmishes.

The Yorks are routed, Henry.
They are gone.

There is none
to come against you now.

(metal clanks)

Which route will
the Progress lake?

I have old friends I should like to see
if we journey close.

Old Yorks?

Or once were Yorks.

But now
my house is broken.

Thanks lo me.

If I do not even
pay my respects,

they will think
lam your prisoner.

And how would that support
your image of two Houses

now united by a happy,
peaceable marriage?

(sighs)

We will journey
via Northampton

through to Nottingham
and up to Lancaster.

Not York?

Of course not York.

The place is for its namesake,
your old House.

The last stronghold of traitors
has its nest there.

Why do you smile?

Because you lend them
greater power if you fear them.

What?

Three stray Stafford rebels?

And all the Tudor guards
with you

and you fear three beleaguered men
without an axe between them?

You will turn them into heroes
if you fear to venture close.

Tell me who you wish to visit.

The meeting will
lake place in public

and you will say
you're happy with your lot.

Two cargo ships
in the English Channel

have been pirated
by Burgundy.

Retaliation for the trading
rights we made them forfeit.

How much has
the York bitch taken?

Nothing of concern.
Mostly wine imports.

Jasper?

My Progress will
travel via York

and grant
a royal audience there.

York? Henry..

I will not have them
thinking I'm afraid.

(children giggling)

Lizzie:
Dear Francis Lovell,

our lives are very changed,
since the last time that we met.

But I should like to see you
as I travel via York

on Progress with the king.

What is your name?

- Ruth, Your Grace.
- Ruth.

(children giggling)

If I asked you
to convey a letter,

could I trust that it would not reach
Lady Margaret or the King?

Of course,
Your Grace.

Thank you, Ruth.

Thank you.

Girls.
Your riding lesson.

Elizabeth:
Dear Harry Stafford,

Lizzie disappoints me.

I hoped that she would stand
against her husband,

and be loyal
to her own House, York,

but she likes King Henry
more than I imagined that she could,

and is obedient to him.

My Lady,
the King's Mother.

Elizabeth: Her sole complaint
with Henry would seem to be

within the marriage bed,

as she grumbles
that his manhood

rarely rises to occasion
and even when it does,

he tries to thrust it
into the wrong...

(fire crackling)

- (bird chirping)
- (whistles)

(screeching)

- (chuckles lightly)
- Cecily?

How are
your rooms?

Do you need
anything?

New dresses?

(laughs)
Oh, yes, that would be...

thank you.

Lizzie has so many,
I seem to have been forgotten.

And your mother?

Well, how is she?

It must be hard for her now
in my shadow.

Hard for her to lose.

Oh, my mother
doesn't lose.

She always finds
a way to win.

Ask Lizzie.
They're hand in glove together.

I shall miss you
while you're gone.

I will have no-one
to share my wickedness.

(chuckles)

Margaret:
You look radiant.

The child is blooming.

Thank you,
My Lady, the King's Mother.

Which is why
you shouldn't travel.

Oh, I am quite well.

The war has left
its scars on England.

And some say
sickness comes.

Along the route
the Tudor army took, I heard.

An army formed
of convicts

from the filthiest
jails in Europe.

We should not be surprised.

I do not think
the two things are related,

but we should not take
a chance with you.

(sighs)
No,

perhaps she's right.

I shall go on Progress
in your place.

I'm York and will do just as well
to show England

that the Houses live
in peace and harmony.

Remember Lizzie,
"Humble and penitent."

Lizzie: It was your mother's idea,
of course, to keep me here.

Whatever you may think,

she has your
best interests at heart.

Will you at least
write to me while you are gone?

I will be bored
beyond endurance.

You may at least send news

to entertain me
and provide distraction.

As you wish.

It will look better
in England's eyes in any case,

a marriage with true care
and love in it.

Lizzie: It should be me
who's going,

I'm supposed to be his prize.

Elizabeth: But you must seem
to be obedient

if we're not to set off
warning bells.

And you would like
another round

of playing Queen,
no doubt,

driving all the plots
yourself.

We must each do
what we can, my Lizzie.

The midwife
will consult with you.

Take care, my Lizzie.

I'll write.

Bishop Morton wishes
to speak with you

about her care
before we leave.

Oh.

Come on.

Girl: Lady Mother,
what are we doing?

Girl 2: Yeah, Mother,
what was that about?

- Woman: Stay still there.
- Girl 1: Mother!

- Girl 2: Lady Mother!
- Woman: Let me see!

- (door closes)
- No.

- What's this?
- Get off me. Get off me!

- Take your hands off them!
- Stay still.

- Stop it! Don't touch her.
- Woman: Come here!

We will need those
while on Progress.

Why would you care?

A victory march for Tudor?

Why would you even
want to be there?

Unless you had a plot
you wished to put into effect.

What plot'?

You will remain here
until the King is back.

I will return to pray
with you each day.

(door locks)

Let us out of here!

- (bells tolling)
- Let us out!

I thought you said
we need a York

to show we are united?

And we have plenty of the ones
who are now loyal to us.

Henry. It has been lonely
all these years without you.

I hope this trip will give us
time to know each other again.

The sickness has reached
London to the west.

Are we certain
we should take the risk?

The scouts will ride
ahead of us.

If there is danger,
we will know.

Our boy must claim
his kingdom

or the dangers
will be even greater.

Where is my lady's
side-saddle?

I cannot ride astride,
it is immodest!

These are
different times, Eliza.

And we must learn
to change, or die.

Catherine!

Watch for Ned,
the stable lad.

Watch closely now.

Anne, pick some
horse hairs off my cape.

(crowd applauding)

Stand.

Stand still now.

Lizzie: Can you see
my mother, Maggie?

I think so.

Or is that her?

Let's ride on the horses!

Lizzie, can we
ride on the horses?

No, Teddy. The horses
are going somewhere else.

Bu! we could play
Pins or Fox and Geese.

Yes! Pins!
Or Fox and Geese!

At least we can have fun
while they're gone-.

Good weather for it too,
young Henry.

God must be on our side.

(grunts softly)

(exhales deeply)

Fetch me some soot.

(grunts)

Keep watching, Catherine.

Man 1:
What did he say to you?

Man 2:
The horse wasn't groomed.

(laughing)

Where are the games?

- The Pins?
- Pins!

They have been
tidied away, Your Grace.

Away?

(doors closing)

The public rooms
are being closed

while the court
is out on Progress.

We are not on Progress.

Your rooms
are being tended to.

Where are the games,
Lizzie?

My Lady, the King's Mother

has left instructions
for your care.

Where is my grandmother?

The Duchess Cecily?

If my mother is not with me,
I shall have my grandmother.

She will be brought to you...

when you are in your rooms.

(crowd cheering)

Lady Mother.

(whispers)
Ned.

(sighs)

(door Jasper)

At last! I thought
they'd never let you come.

'lay!
Granny Cecil!

- Will you play a game?
- (sighs)

(Duchess Cecily laughs)
Yes.

I cannot stay here
with you, Lizzie.

You can, or I will make them!

(sighs)
No, it's-- It's my choice.

I'm leaving.

But you can't.

(sighs)
England is loo changed.

I never thought I'd say this
to you nor to anyone, but...

- I am afraid.
- Lizzie: What of?

They're barbarians.

I am so sorry, Lizzie,
for your plight.

Oh, you are so beautiful.

You had such promise.

And I still do.

Your faith must rest now
with your mother.

I am going to my daughter's
palace in Burgundy.

At least there, there'll be
something to drink.

(armor clinking)

(horses grunting)

Man:
He was angry.

- I was lucky he didn't flay me.
- I believe you were.

(Elizabeth mumbling indistinctly)
...bring him to me.

- (grunting)
- Hey. Hey, what is it?

Right.

Elizabeth: You are restless
to hear my magic.

Come on.
Once round the grounds then,

before you sleep.

Elizabeth:
Bring me Ned.

- (horse neighs loudly)
- Hey!

(gasps)

- What is it?
- (snorts)

Elizabeth:
To Francis Lovell.

Lizzie wrote to you
lo meet her

but both of us have been held here
in Westminster against our wishes.

The Tudors are an outrage.

They have no claim
to the throne

and yet they force
themselves upon it

with a swagger that must
make God in heaven weep.

They are a canker
that must be cutout

before it has a chance
to spread.

I'm told you are
a loyal Yorkist.

And if you are,

then I beg you,
show your colors now.

The Stafford lords
will help you.

They've opposed Tudor already.

Francis Lovell?

Elizabeth:
Please do our bidding, Lovell.

Do it for my dead son
and for me.

Do it, and we'll put
Edward Plantagenet on the throne

and a white rose
will grace England once again.

(crowd cheering)

(trumpets playing)

Your Grace,
King Henry.

We welcome you
to our City of York.

We feared
you would turn back

because of all
the sickness.

Sickness?

It's nothing. It's passed.

It's...

I have been eager
to survey my lands

and how well Tudor green
suits England.

(crowd murmuring softly)

Please, come.
Our taxes are collected for you.

But first,
the noblemen of York

will show their fealty to you.

- Sir Thomas: Bow!
- Your Grace!

Jasper:
Shield the king!

- Margaret: Henry!
- (horse neighing)

(groans)

Take him! Take him!

Sir William:
Stop that man!

Jasper: Protect the king!
Get him inside!

- Margaret: Henry!
- Stop him! There, there!

Henry!

(tolling)

(panting)
Henry,

Henry, let me see.

- (sighs) It's nothing.
- Henry, please, you're bleeding.

Let your mother tend--

What is this sickness
you have kept from me?

And made me look a fool
who does not even know

- what happens in his own lands.
- It is nothing.

It is normal
for this time of year.

I've barely been
out of London for a week

and already
they're coming for me.

A Yorkist rebel we had missed.

They will settle.
You will see.

I did not "settle".

Not for 28 long years.

I kept on fighting
for the throne.

And I have no doubt
those who hate me

and reject my claim
will do the same.

Jasper has gone after them.

He will find them
and kill them.

We must come down
hard on them.

Jasper:
Francis Lovell!

Stop in the name of the King!

Lovell!

Stop in the name of the King!

Stop him,
he's a traitor!

Stop him!

In God's name,
what's this?

Turncoats?

Traitors, stand aside!

Turn back!
Turn back to York.

(horses grunting)

"yam

(groans)

There is no news
from anyone?

Mother? Henry?

Perhaps she's
not allowed to, Lizzie.

She would find a way,
you know she would.

Ruth isn't even here.

Maggie, will you
go to the stables

and ask Ned if he's been
passed any letters?

(distant conversations)

Get back,
there's sickness.

- Sickness?
- Plague or something.

I don't know. They sweat
and then they drop down dead.

You mustn't take it
to your mistress.

Is there word
from Lizzie's mother?

Word?

She's up there,
in the old lower.

Would you return this to her?

He says that they are
falling down and dying.

What should we do?

Stay as far
away from them as possible.

He says your mother
is still here.

That she's locked up
in the old tower.

And all the more
reason that Lizzie shouldn't know.

She'd only go out
looking for her

and she might get ill
and harm the baby.

Lady Margaret
said I was to keep her safe.

(rain pattering)

No.

No notes-.

What is it, Maggie?

Nothing. It's just...

I wish there was news.

(sighs)

King Henry:
Dear wife.

I had imagined I would write
of triumph on my Progress,

my impressions of my country
and my countrymen,

but one week out of London,
there's a blade

stuck in my flesh

- by a York named Francis Lovell.
- (clamoring)

I imagine I have you
to thank for that

so you will be
irked to hear

that despite your
best endeavors,

your husband and the father
of your unborn child still breathes.

Your mother's signature
is over this with yours...

From the King.

...and if she were here
on Progress with me,

I can tell you that she would
not be returned to you alive.

But happily, my mother had
the good sense to leave her

locked up there
in Westminster.

My mother is not with him.
She is here.

You both knew?

There's sickness.

It's the reason
why we didn't tell you.

We didn't want you
or the baby getting ill.

Lizzie, you are not allowed
to be out here.

Lizzie:
How bad is it?

How bad?

People are dying.

Everyone's afraid.

Cecily:
That's why you haven't seen

the servant girl, she's dead.

And, and mother?
And the girls?

They're safe.
They're locked up here.

Has anybody sent help
out to the people?

(sighs)

Lizzie, where
are you going?

To do what someone
should have done already.

(indistinct whispering)

How long must I be
cooped up here?

I should have ridden out
with Jasper.

Henry, you are the King.

Is this what
it means then, is it?

Crouched here in the darkness
with my mother like a coward.

Tell me,
is this how you saw it

when you willed me
to be the King of England?

If you are dead
then you are king of nowhere.

Even a mother's love cannot
pull you from the grave.

Henry, as we are
this far in the north,

I thought we should make
useful politics of it.

King James of Scotland
needs a wife.

We will meet him on the border
and offer him Elizabeth.

If he accepts...

then England will be
rid of her forever

and the Scottish threat
against us will be ended.

Don't think, that if we
put Elizabeth in Scotland,

she might bring
the Scottish Army to attack us,

joining with the Northern Lords
as they rode down,

till we were hopelessly
outnumbered, slaughtered

and York returned to power,
all in a single stroke?

If you spent less time
flirting with my Uncle Jasper,

perhaps you might give
better counsel.

(King Henry sighs)

Lizzie: The people need
physicians,

food and burials.

Unlock the treasure room.
Who has the key?

Who has the key?

I do.

As his Grace's Chancellor.

Then open it.

Madam, you risk
your child's life

and your own
by straying from your--

Kick it down.

- They will do no such--
- What?

You would rather
your families die of plague

'cause you were too afraid
to take my orders?

- Break it open!
- Madam!

If the king were here
he would order the same.

Open it.

- (door clangs)
- Stop.

- (men grunting)
- Kick ill Kick it!

Stop!
This is robbery and treason.

- (men grunting)
- Stand back.

Stop.

"Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy."

"Thou shalt not steal.“

And this gold is the King's.

It is our royal duty
to provide.

As you well know as you sewed
on my father's council.

(laughs)
You are not crowned Queen

and have no jurisdiction.

But unless you plan
to hold me down,

I shall do it anyway.

Have the guards
take this out to the sick.

Watch them safely
from a distance,

but be sure the people get
what they need.

This will not
go unpunished.

There will be
repercussions.

Where is my mother?

She is locked in this palace
and you will tell me where

or I will push this child
from my body,

right here on the floor,

and we will both
bleed to death

and it will be on your head.

Only a demon
would harm a child.

(straining)

You are
your mother's daughter.

(screams)

(breathing heavily)

God will
judge you for your sin.

(sighs)
There is sickness then.

It will play
in our favor.

Cecily, I think I have
caught the sweat.

"Favor"?

People dying?
You think that that is good?

Of course it is.

They'll blame the king
for bringing it to England.

And think it's God's curse
for claiming what was never his.

And when enough of them
have died, the rest will

rise up in their grief
and overthrow him.

I sent out food and money.

- Physicians to attend the sick.
- You did what?

We are not monsters!
You cannot just let people die.

(chuckles)
It is not at our hand.

It works to our advantage.

Surely you can
see that, Lizzie?

Did you write
to Francis Lovell?

Order him to kill the king?

Of course I did.
I...

- Is he dead?
- No, he is not dead.

He is alive.

How dare you do that?

Write to him
without my knowledge,

and in my name,
I would imagine!

We said that
we would come against him,

what else did you
think that meant?

That we would contact loyal Yorks
who would muster men and mount...

(stammering)

- A what?
- A-- a war!

A battle to depose him.

Not an assassin
in the night!

Oh, I see.

So you would rather
that he died in battle,

where thousands more
will lose their lives beside him,

just so you can feel
a distance from it?

- No, of course not!
- What, then'?

He does not
have to die at all!

We can remove him
from the throne

and send him back
to where he has come from.

Send him back?

And he would just obey,
go, would he?

Find a peasant wife
in Flanders,

realize that's what he wanted all along.
Maybe take up embroidery.

- That is not what I said.
- What, then?

Because he will not give up the crown
while he is breathing.

Even if he wanted to,

his mother
would not let him.

You have changed your tune.

I thought you wanted him
as dead as I do.

Of course I did.

I do.

But would you
kill a man so easily?

A murderer.

Doesn't that make you
a murderer, too?

Lizzie...

You must smelt iron
in your blood

if you are to be a queen
and lead our house to victory.

Your moves
are far too obvious.

He knows already that it was you
who sent Lovell in with a knife.

You will have us all thrown
under lock and key,

and how will that help York
or victory?

And the point is, whatever plan
we make to fight him will be up to me.

I am the Queen.
Or soon will be.

Not you.

Well, at least
now you're sounding like a queen.

Cecily:
Lady Mother,

- you must return now to your rooms.
- (scoffs)

Bishop Morton says so.

I am to be held there until the King
can decide what to do with me.

He feels I am a threat
to Tudor rule.

(chuckles)
Mine.

Perhaps I'll need it.

(door closes)

(people clamoring)

(shouting)

Teddy:
God bless us.

If you eat bread,
you won't die.

Teddy, keep your
plague mask on.

- Man: Warwick!
- Woman: Earl Warwick!

I'm Warwick!
King Warwick!

(people continue clamoring)

King Warwick!

Lizzie:
Dear Henry.

Thank you for your letter
but you judge me far too harshly.

Whatever you may think,
I had no knowledge

of this threat against your person
and no hand in it.

If you knew me, then you'd know that
this isn't something I would do.

However we move through this mess
we've made of England,

know this, at least,

- it was not me.
- Your Grace.

And now I know
that my mother is imprisoned,

I can rest assured
that it was not her.

So if England
comes against you,

you must look inside yourself
to find the cause.

Your wife in London,
Lizzie.

Lovell has fled.

We tailed him as far
as Middleham, but he, uh--

we lost him.

We should make
haste to London.

Why?

We cannot continue
the Progress.

Unrest is breaking out.

Some of your soldiers
are changing sides,

joining with the rebels.

“Changing sides"
to who though?

There's no reason
to unseat me

if they have no other king
to take my place!

They're calling
for the Earl of Warwick,

Teddy.

That fool boy
over Henry?

(softly) They say Henry
is cursed by God.

His reign will fail.

He brought the Sweat,

and England will die
under him.

It gives York hope.

This cannot be allowed.
It cannot.

Here.

Take this.

Are they getting
cured now, Maggie?

I think so, Teddy.

Well, they've stopped
dying anyway.

- Edward of Warwick.
- Warwick! Earl of Warwick]

His Grace the King orders
that you be taken to the Tower.

No! No! No!

No, you can't!
He's done nothing wrong!

Please!
No, you can't!

- Tedd y!
- Teddy: Maggie, Maggie help me!

' No!
' Maggie!

- (screams) Teddy!
- Maggie!

- Get off me!
- Maggie!

Teddy! Teddy!

(panting)

Lizzie, they've taken Teddy!

- You have to help him!
- What?

He's in the Tower, Lizzie.

You have to tell them
that you told us

to give all the food
and the money--

That isn't why
they've taken him, you idiot.

Use your head.
He is a York boy, Maggie.

He is a threat to Henry because people
might prefer him on the throne.

You knew of this.

My Lady, the King's Mother
writes to me with news.

She told me it would be
for Henry's safety.

Cecily, he is our cousin.

And Henry is
my brother-in-law and King.

So if I must choose
within my family,

I would rather choose
the side that I am afraid of.

Get out. Get out!

- I will make sure they let him out.
- (sobbing)

You can't.

They will lock you up if you two
try and leave the palace.

Both of you.

Lizzie.

You know what they do
to York boys in the Tower.

Please don't let them kill him
like they did your brothers!

They only killed
one brother.

Richard escaped,
but now we don't know where he is.

Maggie. Maggie'-!

You must not speak of it.

We have to help him.
Please.

(sobbing)

Shh.

(men shouting indistinctly)

(sniffles)

How glorious do I look now?

Skulking home in shame
like the exile that I am,

because I brought
the Sweat to England.

The boy has been locked up
and will be dealt with.

We shall set up a private guard
to keep you safe.

I feel as if everything I say
is wrong.

Lord knows, I do not deserve
to be mistreated

after everything
I have done for him.

(indistinct murmuring)

Sir William:
Guards! Guards!

Get back!
Get back from the King!

Are you deaf?
Get back!

- Jasper...
- We ride on.

Move aside.
Let us through!

(crowd thanking King Henry)

Woman:
Bless you for your kindness.

Man:
Long live King Henry.

- (indistinct muttering)
- Man: He's merciful.

The King has shown us mercy.

Thank you!

She broke into the palace
treasure room.

You brought this
on yourself, you know.

He will be angry, as he should be.

Please ask him to let Teddy out.

She threatened
the royal hair's life

and I feared she would use
witchcraft.

- Where is she?
- Punish her, Henry.

Severely.

She must not get away
with this.

You cannot leave people
dying in the streets

when we have a means
to help them.

I will take whatever
punishment you give me.

You make it look so easy.

You know just what to do
to make them love you.

You reap what
you sow, Henry.

You rule with fear

and you will only get
dissent and hatred in return.

You take before
a man will give

and you will
never win him,

no matter what
he may pretend.

(chuckles)

My mother says the opposite.

Was it her order to lock
my cousin in the Tower?

Or was it yours?

He is a York boy.

They were calling for him,

shouting that they would
support him over me.

- What else could I do?
- You know the answer.

If you want their love
then you should release him.

Will you please allow
my mother from that room?

I must assume
I cannot trust her.

So I am to be
separated from her?

Do you really think she has
your best interests at heart, Lizzie?

Teddy is no threat to you.
You know that in your heart.

Of course he is a threat.
He is beloved.

England hates me!

You may be assured of that.

The only hearts
I won on Progress were due to you.

They thanked me
for your actions.

They fell down on their knees
and they praised me.

I owe you my thanks.

If only we could work together,

we could be a king for England.

But you hate me...

and always will.

- Lovell has fled to Burgundy.
- (sighs)

The Duchess is emboldened
by the news from Progress

and has taken
three more ships.

Burgundy has become
a rebel stronghold.

- We will send an army.
- Henry: No.

Not an army, Mother.
A peace envoy.

We'll send my husband,
and his son Lord Strange.

No.

I will not deprive you
of your husband.

It would be
too hard on you,

after everything
you've done for me.

Jasper may form the envoy
with Lord Strange.

He doesn't have a wife
to miss him or anyone to pine for.

Sir Thomas:
Marvelous.

I couldn't face weeks on the road
and two rough channel crossings.

Did you punish her

for stealing the palace gold?

Sir Thomas:
It will be a nice trip for you.

Jasper: I never thought
I'd live to see Burgundy.

I thanked her.

Sir Thomas: I would go in your place,
but His Grace commands it.

Did you ask him,
Lizzie?

Did you ask?

I'm sorry.
He will not release him.

Well, may I visit him at least?

Not yet.
It will take time.

(whispers) But, Maggie,
I think I have learned a way

to work my will on Henry.

A way to help us win.

I pray that he's a boy.

Maybe when you've given
Henry a son and heir,

he won't fear
poor Teddy anymore.

Henry?

There is something
that I would like to--

give me your hand.

Kicking.

(chuckles)

You will submit
to your confinement.

Until the child is born.

A king may make
his own rules

and elect to visit
if he so wishes.

Only if he wishes to displease
the Holy Lord his God.

Excitement stimulates
the womb.

We cannot take a risk
with your heir.

(snaps)

It will be your choice, Henry.

(music playing)

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