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Your Grace, Cardinal Wolsey

has been speaking
with your daughter.

He says she is to marry.

Wolsey seeks
to wed her to the dauphin.

I would sooner see her
marry Charles,

the King of Spain.

He is still kind to you?

He is changed.

-I have given him nothing.
-Mary...

she will be the one to rule
and follow you in greatness.

We are being threatened.

I see the rioters
and the immigrants.

-Henry, no!

It is the king who is the cause
of all their suffering.

My sister Meg writes to me,

claiming that her own marriage
is invalid.

I know your family
has connections with the pope.

Put to him my case
for an annulment.

The man they call
the "Alter Rex,"

the "other king."

Catherine, go to Mary and tell
her she will be queen--

Queen of Spain.

Henry,
I am with child again.

It's one final chance.

I fight.

You fight.

He fights.

Pugno...

pugnas, pugnat.

We fight.

Come on at me, then,
if ya dare,

ya Scots dog.

Ah!

We fight.

Pugnamus,

pugnatis,

pugnant.

You're dead, sassenach.

Arrest them!
Seize all the documents!

Now, Mary, we will show
your father--

No, no.
I-I need hear no more.

Princess Mary is a wonderful
student, Your Majesty,

a natural scholar.

Girls can learn
as well as boys.

To read the Gospels.

And even to govern.

The queen has engaged
a tutor from Spain,

Your Majesty.

A remarkable-sounding man.

Oh, very well.

But as to who will govern
England after me,

the answer does not lie
in here...

but in there.

Your Majesty.

The arrests have been made
in Blackfriars.

Mm.

What matter is this,
Lord Stafford?

Ah, heretics, Your Grace,

that started out of Saxony.

Ah.

Martin Luther's reformists.

They say the pope is not holy

and the king
is not anointed by God.

Indeed, Your Grace.

Oh, and, Your Majesty,

that milksop from Scotland
requests audience.

We were going after deer.

You did very well, Mary.

She would have done better with
a stronger governess, perhaps.

You have indulged her
too often, Maggie.

There were several dispatches

from the Holy Father,
Your Grace,

but, uh, nothing about
an annulment of your marriage.

When will this be
at an end?

-Mm. It gets worse.

We've just learned
Angus has ridden

to London to petition
the king for support.

By Christ Jesu.

What is marriage
but a chain around the body,

pulling you into the depths?

I need independence,

and my brother denies me
my inheritance!

This money from your brother
is a phantom, Your Grace.

You must let it go.

No.

I will go to London
and speak to my brother.

What about that cur, Angus?

If I see him,
I will cut his manhood off.

Hal Stewart!

Ready my horses and provisions.

We have a long ride ahead.

My wife

divides kingdoms
with her arrogance.

She creates bad humor
within our land.

She's openly hostile
towards you, Your Grace.

Your Majesty,

Margaret may even incite
more violence

against the English.

Your Majesty...

Meg doesn't want a war.

The earl has
personal grievances

which he attempts
to drag you into.

She asked the pope
to annul our union,

to declare
our marriage illegitimate.

I forbade her
this course of action.

-She makes a fool of me.
-This plan is futile.

Indeed.

A marriage made in God's eyes
cannot be undone.

Unless the pope decides it.

All things are possible
from Rome.

This fool is ill news,
Your Majesty.

He upsets the prince.

Ride back to Scotland, Angus.

-I-I merely warn you to--
-No.

You're dismissed, my lord.

Such talk of waging war
on the sanctity of marriage.

-That this could even be raised

to pollute this court...

And the church digs them out.

Undersheriff More
has been charged

with finding the ringleaders.

And I pray
that every rat is caught...

in the name of God

and in the name
of God's appointed king.

Earl Angus,

we understand
that the Duke of Albany

proposes a petition
to the pope

for your marriage
to be annulled.

Yes, eh, he does.
As Meg's co-regent, he--

Is that all he is?

Co-regent?

If they were lovers,

the pope would see they had
a personal and immoral motive

and throw out their petition
without consideration.

I see, Your Grace.

Yes, that would be so.

I will inform
the Scottish council.

Waste no time.

Return to Edinburgh

and tell them
of the queen's disgrace.

You have our support.

- Bloody foreigners.
- That's right.

An army
is for a valiant purpose...

for war,
for the upkeep of justice.

More and more,
I feel like a street thug.

There is a darkness at court.

The king prowls the palace,

and the queen
looks for his favor.

She seems
ever more desperate.

It no longer feels safe
anywhere, Ovideo,

even here at home.

This is a different England.

Lord, You have taken
all my sons.

Is not the price
of my sin paid?

Please.

Please grant me a boy.

I will prove my worth, Lord.

I will defend Your church.

I will please both You
and Your anointed king...

What do you want?

If I may be so bold,
Your Grace,

what a strange thing to ask
a cardinal in a church.

The king's sister Margaret
rides south towards court.

We hope you can reason
with her.

I have loved her well,

but she goes too far
with talk of annulment.

Mm.

Where, uh...

Where are your ladies?

I wish to walk alone.

I notice you walk alone
more often.

I pray alone.

-For the heir.
- Mm.

Must require a great deal
of supplication...

to maintain such faith
in the wake of...

so much loss.

Yes.

And now
my son and I will retire.

It is a threat, Wolsey.

This Protestant heresy.

We both feel it.

So perhaps we should stop
bickering between ourselves

and defend our God
and our king...

for both our sakes.

What do you say?

Printed upon London presses

and sent all over the country.

And the hideous poison spreads.

Now they say that the Church
cannot absolve sin

and that giving alms
does not cleanse the soul.

Then what do they think
Christ died for?

-Sin can be washed away.
- Hmm.

We can be made clean again
by God's grace.

The queen is quite correct,

both in her disgust
at this filth

but also in her ecumenical
argument against it.

God be praised we destroyed
a press in Blackfriars.

One press will not stop it.

We have mustered men
from the palace barracks.

Rest assured,
there'll be many more arrests.

Good.
The rats must be stamped out.

Are we not in danger
of hysteria?

How so?

This group of fanatics
is a tiny minority.

A dangerous group, nonetheless.

The king and queen are right

to pronounce heresy
and treason.

So we waste men

and taxes
that our army needs--

One spark can burn a city,
Lord Stafford!

But instead, a fire
must be made of this filth,

as the cardinal calls it.

And if necessary,

from those who spread it.

Yes.

If it should come to that.

We are defending God,
gentlemen,

and His King of England.

-Hear, hear.
-Hear.

Well, we'll think on it.

Between you and Wolsey,
I'm surrounded by good counsel.

I love that look in your eye
when your blood's up.

Mm.

It is the power
of the prince within me.

He gives me his strength...

which comes from you.

Meg wishes to betray
her wedding vows

at first sign of trouble.

But we, Henry...

we overcome
and find ourselves again.

Do you hate my sister now?

I hate her heresy.

Annulment of marriage
will damn her soul.

Then again,
if I just indulge her,

then that might shut
her bleating.

It's her own soul
she risks, not mine.

No...

No, Henry, it is an outrage.

If she pushes for this,
then Meg is possessed

by the same devil that inspires
Martin Luther and his--

Oh, oh. Shh.

Stop.
You must not upset the baby.

-It must be calm within you--
-H-he. He.

It is a he, Henry.

We are beloved.

Well, if we are beloved,
then Stafford must be hated.

The man has three sons.

You saw what just happened.

I'm questioned at counsel.

If I had a son,
it would reassert my authority.

Then I will hurry him to you.

Whoa, Grace, slow down.

-Whoa, whoa.
-Ha.

What's wrong?

We'll snap our horses
in two at this rate.

Don't fret.

I'm not some posy
of bonnie flowers, Hal Stewart.

It's not ya I'm worried about.
It's me.

-I haven't ridden like that

since racing my cousins
on the farm.

Oh, so it's a race
you're after.

That's not what I said.

But a race to London it is.
Come on!

-Yah!

Ha ha!

Señor Vives
has traveled from Spain.

- Your Grace.
- All this way

to teach you astronomy,
mathematics, poetry.

Indeed.

As Princess Mary's
governess, señor,

I can attest
to her serious curiosity.

But I would encourage you
to coax her to study

and not to indulge her.

Will you go to him now, Mary?

Con rapidez,Princess Mary.

Princess Mary.

-Princess Mary.
- Princess Mary.

Come back!

She's--if you will permit me,
Highness...

She is much as you were.

She will be a fine companion
to the King of England.

Her brother.

As Princess Mary
is with Señor Vives,

Your Grace,
may I be excused?

We see so little
of you both these days.

And Charlie was always
so close to the king.

There was a time

where Charlie wouldn't want
to be anywhere else

other than at court, but...

What do you mean?

Is Charlie displeased
with the king?

No, never!

Never.

He-he loves the king,
a-as I do,

but there are others the king
looks to in his wisdom.

As Lady Pole
looks to the wisdom

of Thomas More, I notice,
a great deal.

Lady Pole,
how fares your daughter

and her new husband?

They are well.
Thank you, Cardinal.

I will see them soon
at Lord Stafford's estate,

where they now have rooms.

Ah, yes.

The grand house.

Hmm.

Hopefully, a fine inheritance.

It will be.
Most certainly.

Why would "hopefully"
come into it?

Thomas.

Let's move out!

Move out!

You may like to know

that I have heard
from Reggie in Oxford.

-Ah!
-He thrives.

Good.

I'm glad.

And I feel foolish to ask

for my other son, but...

he is too zealous
in the name of the king.

He gets so angry,

and I'm sure that you could
cool the fire in his blood...

Forgive me, I'm not quite
sure what I'm asking, but--

I could assign him
to my personal guard.

That way, I could keep
a watchful eye on him

if need be.

How does that sound?

Thank you.

Thank you, Thomas.
You are...

It is a dark world sometimes,

but you are the candle
that is constant

and never flickers.

"Candle that is constant."

You should be a writer.

Would you consider coming
to my family house in Chelsea?

I have a wonderful
private study there

where I also write and read,

which I'd love
to share with you.

Maybe even have
some lemon cake.

How does that sound?

-That sounds wonderful.
-Good.

The world is a dark place,
Maggie,

but my home is my haven.

And, well...

it would gladden my heart
if it became your haven, too.

Do come.

We took five men and women

to the cells at Southwark.

They were passing out
the same heretical writings.

A public hanging would send
a clear message, Your Grace.

For now, I believe heavy fines
will suffice, Your Grace.

The king's divine station
is assaulted,

and a fine is sufficient?

Your Grace, the Church
petitions for swift justice.

Collect
every disgusting pamphlet

you can find, Wiltshire.

The cardinal and I
will have a public burning,

and the message
will be clear.

We do not burn heretics
in England, Your Grace.

I know.

Good people of London,

His Majesty, King Henry,

and his exalted Queen Catherine

ask you to observe, to listen,

and to pass on what you see.

"And He will also say
to those on his left,

"'Depart from Me,
accursed ones,

"'into the eternal flame

which was prepared
for the Devil and his angels.'"

All that is not of God,

be it paper or flesh,

will go to God's fire.

Highness, please try to relax.

You are like a wooden board.

Then bathe me better,
and I will relax.

I have bathed you
for many years.

No lady alive could do better.

-Feel free to find one.
-I will.

Immediately.

Tomorrow.

Let us talk of our adventures.

"Adventures"?

The adventure of our lives...

...when we crossed
the deserts of Castile

and fought Moor rebels
and defeated them.

Why do you cry?

Because those days...

they were in sunlight.

And now everything
is in shadow.

No!

No, I have
the king's love again.

But to love the king,

do you have to hate
so many others?

I don't understand, Lina.

The Lutherans.

You and the cardinal
will be hanging men and women

before too long.

Bring me a robe.

Many face ruin
and prison or worse

on your command!

The cardinal and I,
we are defending God, Lina.

It is my duty
to defend the true faith.

That was
what your mother thought.

And in time,
there was Inquisición!

Enough!

-Highness--
-Go! Now.

Oh, yes, good throw.

-Can't be bettered.
-Eh, we'll see.

Why?

Uh, Your Majesty,
may you please excuse me?

I promised my wife
I'd walk with her

to see the new peacocks.

Only at your pleasure,
Your Majesty.

Henry,
our sister returns again.

Hello, Catherine.

Hello, brother.

My, but you do like
long rides, don't you?

No, in fact, I do not.

But I ride to claim
what is rightfully mine,

my inheritance.

Go back
to your bog-ridden country

before I forget
you're my sister.

Henry, please,
can we at least--

You should be inside.

The air is too chill
for my son.

Walk with me, Meg.

It is a daily struggle
to hold my country together.

I am depleted of resources.

-And I demand that he honor--
-You make demands of the king?

No.

And as for honor,

where is your honor
towards God?

You defy His Majesty

and ask the pope
to annul your marriage.

Catherine, you once told me

to fix my place in the stars
and not be diverted.

I come simply
to claim what is mine.

And I am fixed.

What happened
to the sister I once knew?

So we have nothing more
to discuss.

Nothing.

Farewell...

Queen Margaret.

Are you quite certain
about this?

Oh, yes, Hal Stewart.

Good morning.
I trust you know who I am.

Open the door.

I will collect the deeds
of my inheritance.

They'll be here somewhere.

To hell with parchment.

I will take
what I'm owed in gold.

Think of it as a border raid.

No, Hal.

Forgive me.

The last man I fell for
all but ruined me.

I cannot fall for another.

I must remain fixed
on my course.

For Scotland.

Well, my sister's
a true Scot now, isn't she?

As they're all thieves.

You'll send riders after them?

No, I will not chase after her

like some commoner
robbed in the street.

I will leave you, Your Majesty.

Though I do hope you will think
on the other matter.

Pray, what matter,
Cardinal?

There are rumors concerning

Lord Stafford.

Sisters, friends--

why must I waste my love
on them?

You must not let
your ill humor over Meg

cloud your friendship
with Edward Stafford.

My power falters.

The lords scoff at me.

Meg robs me.

Henry, your power is safe.

No one can challenge that.

And I am here to support you.

Curse the rain.

I really wanted us to walk
through the gardens.

The Lenten lillies and
gillyflowers are so beautiful.

And the gardeners were trained
in the gardens of Richmond.

It is a splendid home, Ursula.

So why do you look like

you've just been stung
by a bee, Lady Mother?

I worry for all my children.

It is a mother's lot,
I suppose.

But Reggie is finding his way,

and thanks to the kindness
of Thomas More,

our Henry will find
peace of heart.

You care for More.

But he is married.

Ursula, I do not care
for Master More in that way.

Wash your mouth out.

Ladies, enjoying
the sights of the house, I see.

My wife is the only sight

that I care for.

Oh, Henry.

-Was I ever like that?

What's troubling you?

Cousin, are you concerned
about Wolsey?

The butcher from Ipswich?
No, I'm not.

The king likes him
because he's of common birth

and cannot be a threat to him.

He is now so close
to the cardinal,

and we all know
what Wolsey thinks of you.

My daughter is now part
of this family.

Ah.

I see.

Do not fret.

I have been friends
with the king since childhood.

We fought together,
drank together.

We've even courted ladies
together.

Let Wolsey have the king's ear.

I have Henry's heart.

Come, let us ride
back to Westminster...

...in good spirits.

Take this for me.

I shall retire to my rooms.

Oh...

No, no.

No, no, stay away!

Go!

I-I'm just walking off a cramp.

Ah!

Your Grace?

Stafford, um...

get me to my--

Please, please take me
to my chambers, please.

Your Grace, uh,
it would not be proper.

Let me call your ladies--

Help me!

Help me, please.

All right.

-All right.

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh.

All right.

Here.

-Shh, shh, shh. Okay.

I-I'll call a nursemaid.

No, no.

Close the door.

Please.

Why?

Why can I not give him
the son he needs?

Why?

Is my sin so great?

No, no, no.

-Shh, shh, shh.

Breathe, breathe,
breathe, breathe, breathe.

You must tell no one.

Please.

Please.

Please, not the king.

Please, I be--
I-I beg you.

I swear to you,
I will tell no one.

Thank you.

Your Grace, Your Grace.

Lord Stafford.

If you will excuse me,

the king has asked me
to eat with him.

You should be resting,
Your Grace.

My health is good.

All is well.

You may yet bear the king
a son.

But if you do not,

then that is God's will also.

Try to find comfort
in that mystery, Your Grace.

I'm told
that good English people

have taken heed of the warnings
you issued them.

They're burning
Luther's pamphlets,

punishing his followers.

You and the cardinal
have done fine work for me.

May I, Your Majesty?

Mm.

What is it?

Very well, then.

What was in that paper?

Affairs of state.

You've challenged
the people of London

to clean their streets
of filth.

I'm cleaning
the filth at court.

Will you excuse me?
I...

I would like to take some air.

Cousin, Maggie,

I would urge you
to visit the queen.

She may need your help.

I will.

Can I ask why?

Lord Stafford.

Wolsey.

My word, you are enlisting
very ugly altar boys

these days.

Edward Stafford,
Duke of Buckingham,

you are hereby accused
of high treason against

-His Majesty, King Henry...
- What? What possible

-charge can there be...
-And the commonwealth

-of England.
-Against Lord Stafford?

This is pure spite.

There can be no just cause

against the king's
loyal friend and counselor.

Do not be alarmed,
Lady Pole.

The alter rex merely tests
his imagined power.

Oh, but the Tower...

is very...

very real, my lord.

Take him away.

Highness.

Are you feeling all right?

Your Grace.

Catherine.

Maggie.

Did you know
about Lord Stafford?

-Henry.
- Stop.

-He's a traitor.
-He is your friend.

He loves you.

He foolishly exploited
what he sees

as a weakness in the king.

A weakness
in the greatest monarch

this country has ever known?

-It defies reason.
-Henry.

Do not throw away
those who love you.

Do not upset your humors,
or you risk my son.

Thomas.

You are a reasonable man.

Can you not make him see sense?

In what fairy tale
do you suppose

I would counter the king
in this matter, Your Grace?

His Majesty talks of humors.

Have you taken measure

of the humor
at court these days?

Your Grace.

My Lord Stafford.

I have seen
some of the charges.

They are absurd.

You should not have
troubled yourself.

I'll be here a few days.

I see it clearly now.

The king's mood has darkened,

and the cardinal exploits him
for his own gain.

But I may still reason
with Wolsey.

-I believe we have

a greater understanding.

Henry will humiliate me,

but he will not kill me.

Even so...

beg for the king's forgiveness.

Wiltshire and Brandon
are too afraid to speak out.

Promise me you will beg him.

Very well.

I will beg.

For you, my queen.

What happened?

What happened?

He's a Lutheran reformist.

Racked
for his willing confession.

Withdraw
your charges against Stafford.

I cannot, Your Grace.

-They are severe.
-He's no threat to--

To the king?

I believe he is.

The king needs his counselors,

his generals, and his friends.

Stafford is all three.

If you will excuse me,
Your Grace,

there is a case to prepare.

I thought we were allies
in the king's interest.

I already have an ally
in the king's interest.

God.

And it is He who tells me

that His Majesty's
greatest enemies are those...

...closest to him.

Master More
is finishing a letter

in his study, my lady.

But he says to please
find yourself at home.

All rooms are open to you.

Thank you.

Please tell Master More
I am here on an urgent matter.

I would see him
as soon as possible.

Highness,
I see you still punish me.

I should dismiss you forever
for your words.

I will give you
my deepest secrets.

What secrets?

My mother and father never
truly converted to Catholicism.

They were Morisco.

They secretly held Islam
in their hearts.

There were so many like them,

out of fear
for your mother's wrath.

You cannot compare me
to my mother

on the matter
of the Protestant.

Can I not?

Highness, you have always
craved to be your mother.

If you burn books,

will you soon burn people?

To please your husband,

will you burn other heretics?

Muslims?

Jews?

My own husband?

Of course not!

All of this so that
you can be forgiven by God

for marrying on a lie!

He will not forgive me,
no matter how I pray.

No matter what I do,

God has taken
another little boy from me.

I'm sorry.
I have been possessed.

Shh.

I want the sands to run upwards
in the glass, Lina.

I want to go back to the days

when I was so certain
of Henry's love

-and of my place.
-Shh.

-I know.

I know, my sweet.

Thank you, Friar.

So...

we have heard
that Lord Stafford

consulted false prophets

and necromancers

to ascertain the future
of the king's reign

and if he would produce
an heir.

Childish gossip, Your Majesty.

Lord Stafford
is a God-fearing Christian

who attends Mass every day.

And in France,
I believe he was the first

to offer Your Majesty's
great victory at Tournai

up to God.

Yet, this good friar tells us

that Stafford came
to the monastery at St. Tristan

because he heard there was
a book that predicted

the king's death.

Is there
such a book, Cardinal?

There is not.

Ah, pity.

Well, if there were, I, too,
would be intrigued to see it.

One of the queen's own ladies

came to me with the most troubling news...

that she heard Lord Stafford
with the queen, saying that--

I can hardly bear
to say these words.

Saying that...

if the king were to never
have an heir,

it would be God's judgment
upon him.

He said...

that if another prince
were to die,

it would sit right with him.

-I never said that.
-You were heard, sir!

I never said that!

I-I said that God's plans

are mysterious.

I was merely trying
to comfort the queen!

For what?

Your Majesty?

Why did the queen need comfort?

Were you comforting the queen

when you visited
her privy chamber?

You-you were

in the queen's
private rooms...

alone...

at night,

were you not?

Lord Stafford
saw that I was tired.

As my ladies were not present,

he escorted me
to my chambers himself.

Ah.

Why were your ladies absent?

Stafford,
why did you not call on them?

Ah, because...

naturally, the queen...

wished to sleep undisturbed.

Was it an attempt

to persuade the queen on this?

You have been dismissive
of the king's efforts

to crush the Lutheran threat.

Lord Stafford
merely questioned the expense

of the public purse
in quelling it.

Do you see the king as cursed?

Do you, as a man

with historic
family ties to York,

wish to see the king
and his church

overthrown?

I love His Majesty
with all my heart.

You're more than my king.
You're my friend.

And my every word...

a-and action

is in support of him...

...and of his queen.

Please, beg.

So I...

...humbly beg forgiveness

for any slight or insult

that I may have unwittingly...

laid at His Majesty's feet.

Henry...

...forgive me.

We have never had cause
to question your heart,

Lord Stafford...

and we do not now.

Your service to us
has been a constant.

The king has always valued
your friendship,

and your contrition is full

and moves us.

Did the queen save him, Mother?

I do not know.

Oh, this wretched place,
Ursula.

Lady Pole.

Lady Pole, I can tell
from the look in your eye

that you're in some way
displeased with me.

-But I can assure you--
-Leave us, Ursula.

You left my home
so suddenly, I...

I could not bear
what I saw there.

In your own home, Thomas...

where your daughters
eat and read.

Ah.

When the men in that room

finally confess
their rebellion, they...

free themselves for salvation.

I do good, Maggie.

There is no good
in that machine.

I fight a war

for God and for the Crown
every day.

It is a spiritual war
against unseen forces.

Yes, it is bloody, and it is...

awful, and I take
no pride in it, but...

it sits right
with my conscience, Maggie.

How comforting
your certainty must be

to raise your principles
above all men and women.

How wonderful
that your conscience

drowns out crying
and screaming.

I will pray for such comfort
myself, Master More,

for I am in great need
of some blessed peace of mind.

Henry.

If you let him die,
your heart will break.

We have been fervent
in our desire to do God's will,

and many have suffered for it
on the streets of London.

So I wonder...

if God will not bless
our fervor,

then perhaps He will bless
our compassion.

Why do you say this?
God has blessed us.

You carry a boy.

And...

...my fear for Lord Stafford

may hazard our son
in the womb.

Let us be temperate
with this court

and this kingdom,

for our son's sake...

and our own.

I'll not hasten to pardon him.

Ursula.

The king will spare him.
The queen has said so.

And your father
trusts the king.

The king does not attend.

The queen at least has the
courage to see this through.

Shh!

- If we are heard--
-I am the king's sister.

And you are Stafford's friend.

Mark this day, Mary.

From now on, no one is safe.

Watch your step, my lord.

Good morning, my lords.

This weather
is cold and dismal.

I hope today does not affect
your good health...

...for it still may.

Edward Stafford,
Duke of Buckingham,

you stand convicted of treason.

You are hereby sentenced
to death.

And all
your lands and titles...

shall be forfeit
to the Crown...

...so that your heirs
will not inherit them.

The king means
to humiliate him, then?

Then grant a pardon?

Make way. Make way.

-Your Grace.
- Thank God.

-A message from the king.
-Give it to me, Thomas.

Your Grace,
I was ordered by the king--

Give it to me!

"To my Lord Stafford,

"my dearest friend
and noble servant,

I commend"--

"I commend you this day
to Almighty God."

"I will light candles
and say prays for your soul

-as it departs this world."

"Henry."

I...

hear and accept

His Majesty's word.

I'm sorry.

I don't have any money

to pay for a clean death.

The man is paid.

I served you
in Tournai, sir.

I serve you still.

Thank you.

My king...

...my queen...

...I love you both.

I never wished you any harm.

My last act upon this earth
is to offer a prayer

for your long
and happy reign...

...and to wish you a son.

With all my heart,

a son.

Vivat rex.

Long live the king.

Long live the king.

Fuck off.

Long live the king.

Long live the king.

Your Grace,

the king is exhausted.

I am surprised
you do not curl up to sleep

-at the foot of his bed.

I will speak with him
at first light.

His Majesty
leaves early to hunt.

Are you happy, Wolsey?

You have your place
by the fire,

but I wonder how warm
it may become for you in time.

Your Grace?

If Henry seeks the annulment
of our marriage,

the pope will consult
the Holy Roman Emperor,

who is my nephew Charles.

And Charles will tell him
that I'm Henry's wife

in God's eyes and the law.

And nothing on this earth
can change that.

Who will you side with then,

Cardinal?

Your God and pope
or your king?

I suggest you pray on it.

I do fear sometimes that...

the fire is warm.

What secret will burn you,

Your Grace?