All language subtitles for The Spanish Princess s02e03_English

[Catherine] Previously
onThe Spanish Princess...

The time to strike is now.

The queen carries my son,

as I shall carry the banner
of England into France.

-[cheering]
-[Meg] Invade?

You can't possibly.
We have a treaty with England.

Scotland has an even
older one with France.

And you declare war
on my family?

[Catherine] England is a land
of women and children

in our army's absence.

Someone must defend them.

Advance!

-[chaotic shouting]
-[blade plunges]

-[Lina groaning]
-The baby comes.

You have taken from me
the father of my two sons.

[Catherine]
Your sister Meg is grieving.

My sister Meg
reigns over Scotland.

She should be glad.

She and her sons will keep
their peace with us.

If you need to talk
to somebody, I'm here.

He is a healthy baby boy,

and he has a twin brother.

[Wolsey]
Nothing is more important

than the king's heir.

-[groans]
-[Henry] Catherine!

Fetch a nurse!

[lively orchestral music]

♪

[choral music]

♪

[sobbing]

[Henry] It's a boy.

[choral music continues]

♪

[gentle music]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

Catherine.

I know.

[Brandon] Even
the Hanging Gardens of Babylon

cannot compare to one English
orchard in summer.

[Stafford]
I concede the point, Brandon.

The only view
I remember in France

was the great sea
of horses' asses

as the French
army retreated.

[Henry] At the first flash
of English metal!

His Grace led
a brilliant attack.

[Catherine]
I'll raise a toast to it.

The queen, too?
She had a victory?

[pounding on table]

No, the queen had a loss.

Indeed.

But now we must look
to the future.

We must remember that peace
is much less costly

to the royal purse than war.

The king
has silenced France, Wolsey.

He has won the war.

[Wolsey]
Yes, he has.

But now we must consider
who our European allies are.

[Catherine] We are very clear
who our allies are, chaplain.

Despite our grievances
with Ferdinand,

Spain remains our ally.

Your Grace,
your father, Ferdinand,

cannot be rewarded
for his treachery.

That would make the king
look weak.

[Catherine] As would making
making terms with France.

Our people have been taxed
to the hilt

to fund the war with them.

We cannot make light
of their sacrifice.

[Wolsey] Nor maintain hostility
for sentimental reasons.

We should dissolve
Princess Mary's engagement

to your nephew Charles

and instead match her
with King Louis

to make our peace with France.

[laughs]

Did you catch syphilis
from some French whore?

Is this the fever talking?

[scatter laughter]

Wolsey...

I have worked tirelessly
to maintain

my nephew's betrothal
to Princess Mary.

She's not a piece of meat
to be thrown to French dogs.

[somber music]

[metallic clatter]

♪

Wolsey's doing this because...

I have failed to give
the king an heir.

You will in time.

The king has
always been impatient.

He will not even look at me.

Am I being punished...

for the claim I made
about my maidenhood?

Shh, you must never
talk about that--

Is this why my boys
are being taken?

Catherine, you must stop
this thinking.

It will make you mad.

[Catherine]
God finds me unworthy.

Meanwhile,
Wolsey is placing himself

in every part of our lives.

Not in every part, Your Grace.

Your influence over the king
in certain areas

is still solely your domain.

You are right.

I will make him
look at me tonight.

[gentle music]

♪

[Catherine]
Come, Henry.

I am impatient.

♪

I am impressed
at your discretion.

'Tis a great king who
does not rise to provocation.

Who do you think
was provoking me?

The chaplain.

Wolsey is right.

Spain betrayed me.

Charles did not.

I'm exhausted now.

You will sleep better
after we make love.

[Catherine]
Hmm.

See how my hands are trembling?

It has been so long,
it feels like the first time.

You only get one first time,
Catherine.

In some rare cases two,
but you pay for it dearly.

It's a joke.

Come.

Catherine, you are unnatural.

What is more natural
than a man and woman

married in the eyes of God
making love?

I can't be forced.

Then let me help you.

Go sit on the bed over there,
turn your back to me.

Can you lift up your hair?

Show me the nape of your neck.

[breathes deeply]

-Am I disgusting to you?
-Don't look at me!

It has nothing to do with you.

[Catherine] It has everything
to do with me!

I am the only person
in the world

who can give you what you want.

So you do whatever you have to
do so you can make love to me.

You put me off now.

[dramatic music]

♪

Tomorrow, then.

Be ready tomorrow.

You know, Meg wrote to me.

Her two princes thrive.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[baby fussing]

Our king is dead,
and our son Jamie

is not yet of age
to succeed him.

-God rest the king.
-God rest the king.

[Meg] I will be regent
until he is old enough.

The King of England
backs me in this.

Your blodig brother?

[Meg] I have his word
that as long as I'm queen,

there will be peace.

[Alexander]
Well, he says that now.

But what's to stop him
riding up here,

try to take Edinburgh?

We should throw a wappinshaw

to gather axes, staves,
two-handed swords.

We do not need more weapons.
The battle is over.

We at least need cannons
to protect the castle.

If the English take that,
then...

[Hume] Too late.
Look who's on the throne.

[baby cries]

James, James,
come here, please.

My brother Albany
must return from France.

He's next in line
to the regency.

-[cheers]
-[Meg] I am regent.

I am queen.

[Hume] Is it not enough that
we could not protect our king?

Is it not shame enough

that we were defeated
by those shitey men?

[overlapping agreement]

Well, now we must look
to a woman.

An English woman.

The King of England
has written to me

that as long as I do not marry,
I will be regent

until Jamie comes of age.

[scattered laughter]

[baby cries]

[Meg]
James, come here now.

Shh. Hush, now.

Thank you.

Hey, look at you,
kissing English arsepiece...

♪

...just like your father.

♪

Get off me!

[laughing]

Leave him alone!

Get off him!

I appointed you to my council
to work out how to bring peace,

and look at you,
fighting like children.

Get out.

[baby crying]

[Angus grunts]

♪

Get out!

[baby crying]

[Alexander] Those children
should be silent,

as should their mother.

[baby continues crying]

♪

My children are not safe
as long as these men

will not be loyal to me.

[continues crying]

[gentle music]

[indistinct chatter]

♪

-[animal bleats]
-[indistinct chatter continues]

♪

[baby crying]

Hey. Lady Pole.

Look at those boys.

Ah, eh, Thomas and Barnaby.

Ah, eh, come in.

You are so kind to visit us.

-[Lina] Lady Pole.
-[door closes]

That is for us?

-[sighs] You are kind.
-[crying continues]

May I?

-[baby fussing]
-Shh, shh, shh.

[baby crying]

[Lina]
How is the queen?

She's recovered?

I think so.

Are you well, Lina?

[sighs]

I am not making enough milk
for both of my sons.

And now what little there is
is drying up.

Well, you should have
a wet nurse, as I had.

We cannot pay this
on a soldier's wages.

[Maggie] I wish I had
the funds to help you,

but I have no money of my own.

I am at the mercy
of the Tudors.

[gentle music]

[indistinct chatter]

♪

Lina's boys
have grown so much.

-Barnaby has learned--
-Barnaby.

Such an English name.

Lina would love to see you.

[distant bell tolls]

Catherine, is it true?

Am I to marry
the King of France now?

[Catherine] This is a scheme
of Wolsey's.

What has it to do with him?

France is our enemy.

The king will see
no merit in it.

Listen to me.

Charles is heir to Spain
and to the Holy Roman Empire.

Your marriage will make you

the most powerful ally
for England.

Trust your brother.

He is an excellent politician.

Thank you, Catherine.

Wolsey is
a good politician, too.

I am better.

[dramatic music]

Your Grace, the priest
is a poisonous weed

that twists about our throats.

The council feels
that his influence

upon the king
has grown too great.

Rest assured, Lord Stafford,

we will make no alliance
with the French

based on the advice
of an ambitious chaplain.

♪

[Catherine]
Chaplain Wolsey.

Your Grace.

Will you delight us today
with more schemes

to ally England to her enemies?

[laughter]

Wolsey is right.

I have decided to dissolve

my sister's betrothal
to Charles

and give her hand
to Louis XII of France.

What?

Your Grace,
may I venture to ask

how such an alliance
benefits England?

[Henry]
No, you may not!

You see, that's the problem
with all of you.

You do not understand
what benefits

the working people of England.

This is my decision...

and it is God's will.

♪

Of course, Your Grace.

An excellent--

Henry, make no mistake.

Wolsey's counsel is against me,
and you are allowing it.

You are letting him
humiliate me and--

-It is not personal to you!
-Yes, it's personal!

I went to war for this.

I lost a child

to stop the Scots laying waste
to England.

We have been
in this fight together, Henry.

Do not throw it in my face and
make my sacrifice for nothing.

So you admit it?

You lost the child
because you tried to be a man.

I was a woman...

fighting to protect
our people.

[somber music]

♪

[Catherine]
"Father, the alliance

between Spain and England
is now dead.

Charles and Princess Mary
will not marry.

And it is all your doing."

[dramatic music]

♪

King Louis has agreed
to the match with Mary.

We must find a French proxy

so the betrothal service
can be held at once.

We still have our prisoner
from the Battle of the Spurs.

[Henry]
Excellent, Wolsey.

[Wiltshire] I'll have him
made ready, Your Grace.

[Henry]
Thank you, Thomas.

[Catherine] "I hope you are
satisfied with your work...

because it doesn't
just hurt Spain.

It hurts me, too,

and my place
at the English court."

♪

His mind is set, Mary.

We must make the best of it.

♪

Mary has a Spanish prince
or else a rich French king.

She's so lucky.

She is not lucky, Ursula,
for she has no say in it.

The King of France is very old

and French.

I would have him.

Ursula, marriage should be

to someone you respect
and find appealing.

I choose whomever
the king suggests--

a man with power
and high standing in the court.

A good match is not just
about high standing.

It is, and that is what I want.

I do not want to end up
like you.

Sorry.

You are good,
but we were starving

and in danger
for so many years.

I want to know I will be safe.

Riches do not keep you safe.

They do. They will.

And when the king names
a man for me to marry,

I will take him.

[birds chirping]

[gasps softly]

[More] You are progressing
very quickly.

What did you
learn today, Reggie?

Oh, we have been discussing
Plato's theories

of an egalitarian city-state.

He is making
great progress, Lady Pole.

Thank you.

Come.

We promised we'd visit Lina
and the babies.

[bells tolling]

[doors open]

On behalf of King Louis XII,
monarch of the House of Valois,

will you take Princess Mary
to be your wife?

Yes.

Will you, Princess Mary,

-take King Louis--
-No.

[soft murmuring]

Will you, Princess Mary--

-No.
-[scattered gasps, murmuring]

[Brandon]
Gutsy, horse.

[dramatic music]

♪

[object slams on table]

[Henry] You tell my sister
to oppose me,

and you don't think
this the act of a traitor?

I-I did not tell her to do it--

Don't deny it.

This reeks
of your interference.

I promise you.
It was not my doing.

You are the only one
in the court

who would dare to defy me.

It is no secret I do not
like this match for Mary,

but I bow to your will.

But you don't.

You don't give me what I need.

I try, Henry!

We want--

[sighs]
We need the same thing.

[Henry]
Then why is it so difficult?

I am king!

And God is at my side!

How is it that I have no sons?

I will bear you an heir.

I promise you.

[tense music]

♪

Tell my sister
that she's building

a great pyre beneath her.

And I will not hesitate
to throw a torch.

♪

I have a letter for you

from Lina.

She wants to show
her boys to you.

I saw them.

They are ordinary children.

Your Grace,

my daughter wishes to marry.

She would be wed
for politics and status.

Then she is wise.

Perhaps you could entreat
the king on my behalf

to suggest
a viable match for her.

You should first ask the king
to return your lands and money

so Ursula is
an eligible proposition.

I will do that.

[Catherine]
But you should wait.

The king is in a foul temper
with us all.

Especially me.

Thank you.

♪

[footsteps departing]

[sighs]

[door closes]

♪

[bird screeches]

[Meg]
"Dearest sister Catherine,

you are a queen who inspires
loyalty in your people.

How can I make
my own people accept me?

Help me, Catherine.

[child crying]

From your sister Margaret,
Queen of Scotland."

♪

My queen.

Forgive me.

There-there is
nothing to forgive.

I am so sorry for your loss.

Your father was kind.

My son was fascinated
with his beard.

It was a fine beard.

It was.

Have you had any more dreams?

I'm afraid to go to sleep
in case I do.

I don't want to know
who dies next.

[Angus] In my dreams,
I'm still on the battlefield.

I'd not killed
a man before Flodden.

I came home with his blood
on my face like some hero.

I keep waking up
with the smell of it.

[sniffles]

There is nothing
more inglorious

than that glory
that is gained by war.

Is that Thomas More?

You know his work?

Of course.

He is in the English court
and a favorite of my brother's.

Everything good
comes out of England.

[soft music]

Love rules without rules.

That's my favorite line of his.

Love rules without rules.

♪

I should leave you
to your prayer.

My prayer is always the same.

♪

Show me how to help my people.

I struggle to hear the answer.

If I may...

I have found comfort
in giving bread to the poor.

To see their simple smiles

and to give them respite
from hunger

is enough to silence
my own demons.

For a moment at least.

♪

[Lina singing in Spanish]

[baby cries]

♪

[babies crying]

♪

[knocking at door]

[crying continues]

[Lina]
Lady Pole.

Catherine asked me
to bring two wet nurses,

one for each child.

Catherine will not come?

It is hard for her, Lina.

You have the things
she wants most.

But this is her gift to you.

[gentle music]

♪

You have a great appetite
this evening, Henry.

Hmm, I was hawking
with Stafford.

I could think
of no more affairs of state.

I had to get out.

I would like
to come with you.

[doors creak closed]

-Chaplain Wolsey.
-Forgive my lateness.

I was christening the new child

of one of your loyal subjects.

You did not feel called
to become a butcher

like your father, Wolsey?

My calling is to serve God.

Providing meat to hungry people
also serves God, surely.

God wills me to His service.

And to offer His counsel
to the king.

Tell me, Wolsey,
what is God's will for me?

Does He love me?

God challenges His kings
because He loves them

the way a father
loves his son...

the way you would love
your own son if you had one.

[Catherine]
When.

It is not a question
of if, chaplain.

[Wolsey] God tests our faith
at times, but, Your Grace,

He finds no fault with you.

And my sister Mary?

Does He find fault with her?

I will pray for her.

That she finds the humility
to follow God's will.

[Henry]
Thank you, Wolsey.

Your counsel
gives me much comfort.

It will be rewarded.

I shall appoint you
Archbishop of York.

[Wolsey]
Thank you, Your Grace.

And thank you, chaplain,

for the comfort
you give my husband.

I will pray for you also,

for I know
you would also do well

to find the humility
to follow God's will.

[Wolsey]
Your Grace.

[dramatic music]

♪

[Mary]
He can't make me.

[Catherine] Everything you have
is at his pleasure, Mary.

If he will not bend,
then you must.

We must do his bidding.

My whole life I have been
taught to despise the French.

I know their duplicity
and cruelty.

Before I came to England,

I was told that the English
never washed.

It is a little true.
I hate bathing.

I was also told the English
had no fighting spirit.

That they were corpulent
and crass

and didn't educate their women.

But I have found
my family here.

If there is another war,
we will be enemies.

What if you were to have your
own choice next time, Mary?

What if the king agreed
that if Louis were to die,

then you could choose
your next husband for yourself?

That still means
I must wed him.

Louis is old and fat.

Precisely.

He is old...

and fat.

♪

[both grunting]

[Henry]
You're slow today, Charlie.

[Catherine]
My king.

I have good news.

[swords clattering]

Well?

Your sister Mary
will do as you ask.

She is willing
to renounce her betrothal

to Duke Charles of Burgundy
and marry King Louis.

She has only
one small condition.

No conditions.

Should Louis die,
then she would have the liberty

to choose her next husband
for herself.

Otherwise you will
have months of argument,

and perhaps Louis
will grow tired of waiting

and take a different wife.

And your French alliance
would be lost.

Very well.

It is good news,
isn't it, Henry?

No, the only good news
would be a son.

[grunting]

[swords clatter]

[somber choral music]

♪

[Catherine]
"My sister Meg.

In London, Wolsey goes
from strength to strength.

He is beatified
in your brother's eyes

and has been made
Archbishop of York.

He fails to hold
the English court in thrall,

but he has the King's love.

♪

Honor is heaped upon him

while I fall
from my husband's grace.

I have little to say
in this moment of my life...

about how to win loyalty.

I am at war myself...

trying to stay in the world,

endlessly fighting this grief.

I lost the child
whom I was carrying

when we last stood
face-to-face.

Perhaps you have heard."

You sent for me?

I want you to show me
what it is like.

Take me to my people, Angus.

Let us do charity together.

[Catherine] "I know one day
I will return from this.

In the meantime,
I must play at being a queen.

I must play at living
an enviable life.

I must pretend at strength.

I must be someone
who can be admired,

when in truth
I feel nothing but shame.

I must be seen to be pious...

♪

...a good Christian

and a good wife,

but I do not feel good."

♪

Allow your queen to pass.

♪

[indistinct chatter,
children crying]

[Catherine] "There are times
when I want to scream.

But I know that if I did,
I would never stop.

I would rage against God,

against my own body...

and against
my own helplessness."

[child crying]

♪

"Life does not feel
worth living to me.

I know what love
and pleasure look like...

...but I cannot remember
how they feel.

If I let myself cry,

I am afraid
it will tear me to pieces.

It would be such a joy to feel.

Then at least I would know
I am still alive."

[distant horse neighs]

[distant dog barking]

♪

[men shouting and grunting]

♪

[indistinct shouting]

♪ Oh bury me 'neath
The bracken bush ♪

♪ That grows
Near yonder breer ♪

♪ Let never
A living mortal ken ♪

♪ That Douglas he lies here ♪

♪ They've lifted up
That noble lord ♪

♪ A salt tear in their e'e ♪

I hereby renounce my betrothal
to Charles of Burgundy.

I choose instead to marry
King Louis XII of France.

I do so of my own volition

and am in all things ever ready

to obey the king's
good pleasure.

[Henry]
Thomas.

Perhaps your daughters might
attend my sister as her ladies,

as we journey to France
for the wedding.

Mary, Anne,
the king honors us all.

For once we may travel
without fear of invasion.

[Henry]
Well, my own sister Meg

rules the enemy
on our doorstep.

But Stafford will mind England
in my absence.

Just keep my throne
warm for me, old friend.

[Brandon]
Horse.

Are you coming to France
to see me wed, Charlie?

I have responsibilities
I must attend to here.

What responsibilities?

I am to be betrothed
to my ward, Elizabeth.

She is only eight years old!

We will not wed
until she's of age.

But she brings
the title Viscount Lisle,

and the king would have me
take it, so...

Oh, Charlie,

the ladies of the court
will all be devastated.

[laughs]

Thank you
for your sympathy, horse.

So we are both to marry
people of the wrong age.

[both chuckle]

Then I must say good-bye
to you here.

[gentle string music]

Go well.

You too, Charlie.

♪

My Queen, the crowds
were growing outside.

We had to let them through.

I will talk to them.

[Gavin]
It's too late for talk.

They're about to riot.

[dramatic music]

You look after the children.

[crowd shouting outside]

♪

[all]
Where is our king?

Where is our king?

Where is our king?
Where is our king?

Where is our king?

Where is our king?

Scotland is not
a headless state!

I am head of state.

-I know you are angry.
-[man] Where's our king?

[Meg]
I am angry, too.

You are grieving for your king.

So am I.

You are grieving
for your sons...

and husbands.

We have all lost our own.

You, clan leaders
who have come to Edinburgh,

go home to your communities.

Lead your people.

Organize a great feast

in remembrance
of those who did not return.

Gather together.

Do not walk alone.
'Tis--

It is too much grief
for a single heart to bear.

Teach your sons and daughters
to cry if they need to cry.

Not hidden
behind closed doors...

with their heads held high.

We are not ashamed
of our grief.

We loved our children,

our fathers,
our sons, and our friends.

We loved our king,

and that is why now we grieve.

[exhales sharply]

♪ Oh, bury me 'neath
The bracken bush ♪

♪ That lies by yonder breer ♪

♪ Let never
A living mortal ken ♪

♪ That Douglas he lies here ♪

♪ They've lifted up
That noble lord ♪

♪ With a salt tear
In their e'e ♪

♪ They've buried him
'Neath the bracken bush ♪

♪ That his merry men
Might not see ♪

[bird cawing]

[all cheering]

[cheerful music]

♪

I hate the sea.
I hate it.

[ship groaning]

Are you quite well,
Archbishop?

[vomiting]

[Catherine chuckles]

[dramatic music]

♪

Princess Mary
looks terrified.

[chuckles]
She should be,

when marriage
is a political game.

What do you think marriage
should be, Lady Pole?

I believe marriage
can be a true union.

You are romantic.

[Maggie scoffs]

All creatures crave union.

There's nothing
fanciful about it.

It is more natural than
the machinations of court.

I was lucky with my husband.

My marriage to Richard
was arranged, but...

it was love.

Alice, um, who you met,

she's my second wife.

She's a very good mother
to mine and Jane's children,

and I am very grateful
to her for that,

but, um, marriage
is not to her taste.

She favors a cold bed.

Do you believe that true union

is possible more
than once in a lifetime?

I do.

Yes, perhaps when
one has given up

all hope of love...

one meets a friend who seems
to share one's own soul...

...and whose beauty and grace
make a folly

of all but the truest union.

♪

He is 500 years of age.

[Catherine]
You have steel, Mary.

You are strong enough for this.

♪

I present
Princess Mary of England.

May your marriage yield a union
that is peaceful and powerful

between our two great nations.

[speaking French]

[gentle music]

♪

[Henry] Congratulations
on your marriage.

[Catherine]
Mary, you look beautiful.

[Henry]
Albany! A Scot in France!

Well, you were ever
in each other's beds.

[laughs]

Would you rather I was back
in Edinburgh,

taking the regency
from your sister?

I have the right
if I should choose it.

I am next in line.

When I dreamed
of conquering France

and winning peace for England,

the dreams were always
full of blood.

I never imagined
there'd be wine and music.

[More chuckles]

[Maggie]
Your Grace, may I--

I wish to ask...

would you return my land
and titles to me?

Forgive me.
It is not for my sake.

I'm sorry.

The queen said it was not
the best time to ask.

-I should have listened--
-Why is it not the best time?

Because you are not
at your happiest, Your Grace.

[chuckles]

Aunt Maggie,
it would give me pleasure

to return what my father
took from you.

Your earldom,
Countess of Salisbury.

And I'll afford you
a modest income.

[chuckles]

-Thank you, Your Grace.
-Mm.

I did not think--

But it is time
that you remarry.

What?

I am not ready.

Well, I'd be more inclined
to give you back the earldom

if I knew you were safe
from fortune hunters.

But I do not wish to remarry.

I only ask for my title

to ensure a good match
for my daughter.

She has asked
for your suggestion.

Young Henry Stafford.

He's set to inherit
Buckinghamshire.

He'll have her.

[Wiltshire]
Perfect choice, Your Highness.

Thank you, Your Grace.

And might I suggest
William Compton for you?

Your Groom of the Stool?

-Hmm.
-[Maggie scoffs]

I do not have any feelings
for Sir William.

Well, he feels
very warmly towards you.

We spend
a lot of time together.

He never misses an opportunity
to speak your name.

He's particularly taken
with how the color in your neck

rises when you're embarrassed.

I will think on it.

Yes, think on it and agree.

Thomas More tells me
that your son Reggie

displays a leaning
for the priesthood.

I'll support his education.

He'll be sent away to Oxford.

Oh, and enjoy the evening,
Lady Aunt.

Henry Stafford.

-The king says Henry Stafford.
-I'll take him.

[stammers] See first
if you feel well around him.

There are certain feelings
required for a man and woman--

I know about the shaking
of the sheets, Lady Mother.

Princess Mary talks
about it all the time.

[whispering]
She is dreading it.

But you do not need
to dread it.

I don't.

It will not play
a part in my decisions.

I will tell Henry Stafford
that I want him.

[sighs softly]

[string music playing]

♪

May I be the first
to offer my congratulations

to the Countess of Salisbury.

-I'm delighted for you.
-Thank you, Sir William.

I'm most disarmed
by the craftsmanship

on the paneling
in the great hall.

Countess...

would you do me the honor
of looking

at each panel with me?

Oh, uh...

They really are
endlessly distracting.

Of course.

[indistinct chatter]

♪

[chatter and music
continue faintly]

[Mary]
Your Grace.

My king.

Do you think we can recover
from this, Catherine?

You and I?

I want to.

I want it
to be as it was before.

So do I.

But it can't be, Henry.

Why can't it?

I stand here with a void
in the middle of my body.

And you think
God is punishing me,

but I have done nothing wrong.

Come.

[Henry] There is nothing wrong
in what I ask for.

I need an heir
so my throne is safe.

I want this, too.

Without a son, I'm weak.

It-it's a sign that God
does not bless me.

It makes my enemies brave.

I must live in fear of death
more than any man

because-because that
would leave the throne empty.

And my life is stopped while
we try to make another child,

and it's-it's choking me.

It chokes me, too, Henry.

I don't want
to make love to you

because it's sad.

It's just sad.

It used to be
my greatest joy on Earth.

I know. I know.

Of all the battles,

everything I've seen,

his little body
bundled up like--

Don't you think I will give
anything to have our son alive?

[dramatic music]

I miss him.

His kicking.

And he had will Henry.

I could feel it in me.

I thought, "This boy
will be just like his father."

I wanted to see him
in your arms.

Well, I wish you hadn't fought.

I wish that you
had been a wife

instead of a soldier.

But then I'd be someone else.

And you want me, Henry.

I don't.

Not now.

Don't lie.

You've always wanted me.

And, Henry,
I want you so badly.

♪

[Louis]
Oh, my sweet English girl

sitting there all alone.

My love.

Ma femme.

You are...

a little afraid maybe?

You are blessed.

It is better to lie
with an older man

the first time.

I will try not to hurt you.

[both moaning]

[gentle orchestral music]

♪

[Louis]
Oh.

[lively orchestral music]

[laughter]

♪

[Louis]
Ooh! [laughs]

Oh. Oh!

[laughing]

♪

[breathing heavily]

♪

[gasps, snores]

Everything has changed
since you stood before us.

You healed everyone

with your sweet voice,
my queen.

I didn't think it was possible
to make a whole country cry.

It's because of you.

No.

You...

showed me
the world outside.

You are the greatest queen
Scotland's ever known.

I mean, that's what people
are saying about you.

Are they?

They're saying
how brave you are

and how you don't favor
one clan over another and...

Your eyes.

Sorry.
I don't know what came over me.

I kissed you.

[bird cawing]

[Bessie]
I do believe Charlie Brandon

is what God
intended Adam to be.

He's perfect in every way.

I have seen him without
his shirt brandishing a sword.

Be quiet, Bessie.

If you love a man's body,

it is not to share
with everyone you speak to.

[horse chuffs]

Your Grace,
may I speak with you?

Lina told me
what you did at Flodden.

I know you are brave.

So I ask you humbly, Highness--

I will go and see her
and the children.

[birds cawing]

[gentle music]

♪

[door opens]

[speaking Spanish]

[door closes]

No, I-I--

She's here now, Lina.

Her Grace is here now.

♪

[chuckles]

He's so fat.

[both chuckle]

Now he is.

Thank you.

Do you want to hold him?

Come.

[Catherine chuckles]

[baby fusses]

Hola, mi cielito.

-[baby fusses]
-[chuckles]

I am sorry
I could not come before.

I wanted to.

[gentle music]

♪

Everything died for a while.

Everything in me was so cold.

And between me and Henry...

Is it better now?

Yes.

I think we have found
each other again.

♪

[Henry]
I betroth you to one another.

We are strong, Archbishop.

And none shall come between us.

♪

[dramatic singing in Spanish]

♪