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Previously...
The King of France is resting
in his rooms now.

- When will I see the Emperor?
- I want to get from Francis what is mine.

Burgundy, what France took away
from my great grandfather.

- Who is the lady?
- The Dowager Queen of Portugal.

You will travel to Spain
to negotiate with the Emperor.

With you, I give Spain
the best of Portugal.

I want you to accompany me to the border
to welcome the Empress.

He will see me,
living or dead.

Your Majesty!

King Francis has fallen ill.

I am coming to you by order
of the Emperor, our lord.

We will go to Seville
where you will meet him.

- Who is there? What is your name?
- Francisco de Borja.

Cort�s has presented Indians
to his men, to establish estates.

I am not the one you have obligated me to be.
You killed Moctezuma!

With him, I would have created
a strong and rich empire.

Burgundy is France,
Your Majesty.

There will be no treaty without
the surrender of Burgundy.

If it is not enough,
give me Do�a Eleanor's hand.

- Will you send your son and heir?
- Of course.

You have trusted the King.
You will regret.

Here you have the seals
of the Chancellery.

It will not be me
who legitimizes such a deceit.

The Emperor recognizes Francis
as the only King of France,

ignoring your legitimate
aspirations.

I am going to ask for
the annulment of our marriage.

What do you want
to do, then?

Something very slightly common:
I am going away before I am sent off.

One more death will barely add
weight on your conscience.

- But you have been connected with the Emperor.
- Don't worry, Your Highness.

Your husband is
full of virtues.

There is Portugal.

Here, a shared dream,
in which we will make it all and one.

You know that I only imagine
my life by your side.

I already love you.

Long Honeymoon

Seville, 11 March 1526

Long live!

Long live the Queen!

Long live!

I have to rest.

Of course.

Your Majesty,

news have come
from Flanders.

Your sister, Isabella,
is dead.

I am giving you
my most sincere condolences.

Your pain is ours,
Your Majesty.

According to your aunt, it has been
a while since she was suffering.

It is said
she departed with relief.

If she was thankful for the death, it was not
because it relieved her of the pain.

But because her life
was a sad one.

Your Majesty,

are you aware of
the consequences of this tragedy?

The mourning.

The luxuries of an Imperial wedding
are incompatible with the mourning,

for weeks.

Firstly, I offend her
with my delay.

And now, I have to
postpone our union.

How prevent that my bride
regrets that she is my bride?

Pray for
your sister.

Let me give the news
to Do�a Isabella.

No.

I will tell her.

As you see, I cannot honour one Isabella
without offending the other.

I neglected my sister
in life, too.

How could I keep doing it
now, after her death?

Did you neglect her?

In what way?

Isabella was Queen of Denmark,

but a rebellion
deprived her of her throne.

When it happened, she begged her family
to help her recover it..

And you didn't?

Those days, I only paid attention
to the war in Italy.

I underrated her problems,
just like everyone did.

I know that her sorrow
was her executioner.

We have to be in mourning,
once the demise unfolds.

I cannot reproach you
for anything.

The one who is offending me
is the destiny, not you.

Maybe God doesn't
want us united.

Forgive me my pain.
It is selfish.

I would be grateful
if you left me alone,

Your Majesty.

God doesn't put obstacles in front
of people so that they give up,

but to test
how strong their will is.

I will hold back the news
of my sister's death for a few hours.

Which is enough
to marry you.

Today?

But there will be
no luxury.

Nor balls.

Nor ladies, nor lords,
kissing our hands.

Let it be.

I do.

- I do.
- I am uniting you in marriage.

In the name of the Father,
and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Amen.

No.

Your Majesty...

Don't be afriad.
Come.

It is said that Granada is the most beautiful
city of the kingdom. Is that right?

It is as beautiful as
a few one, no doubt.

We will go there.
Tomorrow.

My wife has to have better memories
of our relationship than she had until now.

But, in Valladolid
affairs await us.

Stop criticizing me,
Duke.

Let us enjoy ourselves now
that there are only a few conflicts.

- I could enumerate 20.
- When they are usually 50.

Your Majesty.

A consignment has come
from New Spain.

- Did Cort�s compound?
- Far from it.

He will send me the gold
and silver he thinks,

and he will be the one who decides
how the Indians and the Spaniards have to cohabit,

and the lands will be divided
at his discretion.

- Cort�s has gone mad and believes himself king.
- How dares he disobey you?

What reason would he have for that,
when, in the meantime, he sends you this?

Solid silver.

This was born
without pair.

I, in serving you
peerless.

You, without an equal
in the world.

He disobeys me
because he believes that I need him.

But what I need is the conquered land,
not the conqueror.

Those who brought it say that
he went off to an adventure.

And that nothing is known about him since then.
Maybe God has arranged it wisely.

If he really abandoned his post,
there will be one more accusation against him.

Do you want to
convict him?

A jurist will do that.
And with justice.

He condemned
himself.

Are you looking
for someone?

Don Hern�n Cort�s?

My name is
Luis Ponce de Le�n.

So the rumour is right.
He is gone.

You have not finished telling me
what you are doing here.

His Majesty sends me to judge over
Cort�s's insults to the Crown.

Judge?

Condemn him,
rather.

There are many prooves
against him.

The punishment for disobedience
is exemplary.

Your journey
was in vain.

I will help you to prepare
the journey back.

The journey was terrible.
I am still recovering.

Could you bring some water
to your governor?

Any explanation from Fran�oise
which excuses her absence?

Her absence is what explains
the way she is.

The patience is a rare talent,
my dear.

My home.

My people.

How much happiness I feel
to show myself in front of you again!

And with intact pride.

Did you believe that in order to gain
my freedom, I would sell France?

That I would crawl before
the Emperor's greediness

in order to see the light
of the next day?

The death would have seemed
to be sweeter to me.

Nobles of France!

The treaty I signed in Madrid
remains defeasible.

I signed it, yes.
But under duress.

Because the Emperor forced me
to choose between the agreement

and eternal prison.

And the one who does not
decide freely,

is not obligated
by anythng.

- Long live the King!
- Long live!

We are leaving.

The only one good thing in a visit
to Spain is being able to tell about it.

The most savage of our servants
could be a knight there.

And the Spaniards don't eat,
they gobble!

And they dress
with so much poverty,

that I offered alms
to a great lord more than once.

And, though being sad, they speak shouting,
depriving no one of their nonsense.

One doesn't escape from a jail
to talk about it.

Come with me.
I want you to meet someone.

As long as it is
a lighter company...

Will be much more than that.

The poor Madame de Pisseleu
is lamenting,

because her husband,
the Duke, has not come.

She doesn't know that the good luck
always begins with a misfortune.

Should I thank you
that you provide me lovers

when you yourself cast them away
during my absence?

If I were the one I used to be,
I would be angry with you.

But I am not.

May our grandparents be blessed,
who won this miracle to Spain!

It is like a dream.

You will dream
for a long time.

We will stay
as long as we can.

I just wanted to give you back the beauty
you give me when I look at you.

Now I understand.

What?

What my brother
felt for Eleanor.

The unreal happiness.

The deepest pain
because he lost it.

I have never possessed anything so precious
that I could have feared to lose it.

I possess it now.

What do you want
to say?

I always wanted
to marry you.

That our union were...

fortunate.

That there were understanding
and affection in it.

No more.

Is that so much happiness
that waits for me with you?

Or is it just
an illusion?

I am asking myself
the same in every moment.

Your Majesty, a group
has followed our steps.

- Sister, what are you doing here?
- Don't blame the messenger.

I am sorry that we,
who predicted it, were right.

Francis is the vilest
of men.

He sells his betrayal as benevolence,
offering you a new treaty.

A new insult!

Does he think that I will make do
with getting a ransom for his sons?

He knows well that you will refuse it.
Just waits for your refusal

in order to blame you, and,
this way, he could have revenge.

Do you believe him capable of
turning a signed peace into war?

The best defense against him
is to expect the worst.

That is why he has told the whole Christendom
what happened, to his convenience.

He is looking
for allies.

Whether he succeeds or no, we must prepare
ourselves to preserve what we conquered.

Go to Italy again.
Our troops there should be alert.

You can leave.

Your Majesty,

my duty is
to obey you.

Yours is to pay the men
who I will command.

They have been waiting
for a long time.

We don't have funds.

There is no worse soldier
than the one who fights for nothing.

Give them my word that, as soon as
possible, they will be compensated.

- What happened?
- Do not worry.

State affairs.

With great disappointment,
I have to announce

that the Emperor has rejected
the conditions of France for the peace.

- Revolting!
- And so unfair for your lord!

If the treaty signed by the two of them
is worth nothing,

the conflict still
has to be open.

Italy must get rid of the Imperial troops
which surrounds it.

My soldiers with yours
will achieve it.

We will join,
no doubt,

but, with the victory,
which is sure,

Your Holiness will remove
the Emperor from your borders,

France will recover its honour
and what it lost in the previous fight...

In few words!
What is the price?

A bull.

Which annuls my lord's marriage
with the Spanish woman.

And I suppose he will give
reasons for it...

It is known that it is a sin to sleep with the one
who was his brother's wife erstwhile.

But who married him as a virgin.
That is how the Church acknowledged then,

and blessed their marriage.
Do you deny their wisdom to do so?

No... It is not Rome
who my lord tries to correct,

but himself.

After 20 years of
living together?

As you know, sometimes God is late in
illuminating us in the right path.

When you are pope,
do what your conscience could endure,

but, at the moment,

I am the pope.

You will be compensated in another way.
Don't doubt that.

It is the only way.

You will miss
our troops.

Then your generosity
will be greater.

Have I been away so long
that you have learnt to read?

Sir?

I feared I would never see you again.
Tell me about your adventure.

I opened ways to the north and to the south,
but I tired of touring them.

I longed for this, like I have never
longed for anything in my life.

- I've come back to stay, Juan.
- This place is not safe for you.

My own land?
On what score?

Now an envoy of King Charles
governs us.

The Crown sent him to jugde you
without mercy, and I'm very afraid...

What right does someone have
to govern these lands,

who hasn't bled
to conquer them?

- How does he govern them?
- Nothing is known about it.

He's living locked up.
Reads but doesn't learn.

And everyone here riots against him
because they feel him an intruder.

What does he do, then? Without knowledge
or men, who can he count on?

Only those obey him
who came with him.

And those who he entrusts with sending as much
gold and sliver to Castile as they can.

This is New Spain
for them!

The udders that feed
the Empire... Nothing else!

- Are they for him?
- Yes.

No, no, no, sir!
If he sees you, he will arrest you.

I will risk my life before see
that this place goest o ruin.

Know that I have
nothing against you.

What is more, I admire your exploits,
like every Castilian does.

When I left,
I renounce the governance.

I cannot oppose that
you govern these territories,

but you will
not judge me.

- That order is already dictated.
- In return,

I will help you in the governance
without demanding any power for myself.

You will be able to administer
these lands only with my knowledges.

And those who revolt against you now
will only stop it

with my blessing.

What makes you think
that I prefer the power

to fulfill
His Majesty's order?

After all,
I am a jurist.

You are a man.

And no man risks his life,
by crossing an ocean, only to obey.

It is the ambition
that travels on those ships.

Judge me and you will have
fulfilled your duty.

But those who live here
are loyal to me.

And if you punish me,
they will punish you.

I will have
the command.

If you know it all, tell me,
what can cure my illness?

Ever since I left Castile,
I live badly.

There is no other remedy
than the march of the days.

Your marriage with Francis
cannot come int existence.

I am sorry.

His conditions
are unacceptable.

Do you think of our childhood
in Mechelen sometimes?

Still children,
all together.

I would like to
go back there.

So that Isabella
could still live.

Having the life ahead of us,
without having us hurt yet.

The future will only bring
more pain, Charles.

I have no strength
to confront it.

Eleanor...
You are scaring me.

I am thinking about
giving myself to God.

No, Eleanor.

Not because of Francis.
His baseness cannot imprison you.

I am the one to blame for that
engagement. Let me fix it.

You will have a good future,
a good husband.

I am tired of causing
harm to my loved ones!

It is true, then,
what is said about you.

You have fallen in love,
because you are a better man than you were.

Don't tell my wife
about what happened.

Not even a word.

Please.

Thank you for having responded
my call so soon.

You were right. I should have never
trusted the King of France.

Ignoring your advices
has brought me grave consequences.

Your Majesty,

how can I
serve you?

Lead my actions.

Apparently, I decide without success,
and I am afraid of doing it again.

Should I revenge
the betrayal?

Attacking guarantees the war.
With diplomacy, we can still prevent it.

Let us message to Enlgand and to Rome
with our version about what happened.

They will believe
what they would like to.

It must be tried.
It is the time of prudence, Your Majesty.

It is commendable that
the anger doesn't dominate you.

There should be no offense
without punishment!

My husband has been
avoiding me for days.

Do you know what kind of news
he got that changed him so?

Is it my destiny
in this court?

Being venerable if the governance permits is,
and being unheeded if it doesn't?

I doubt that His Majesty
would disdain you just for fun.

His devotion for you
is great.

What devoted man flees
from someone who loves him?

The one who is filled
with shame, my lady.

Shame?

Because of what?

Damned England!

I would willingly divorce
Henry for the rest!

Always disagreeing and egoist... It is his fault
that we will not be able to attack.

A lukewarm ally is
never necessary.

We have Rome.
And they have Venice and Florence.

- A strona alliance but not invincible.
- Which is?

Maybe the one which counts on
the support of an empire.

Suleiman doesn't stop
offering us his help.

And I would willingly accept it
if the price were not what it is.

The history will not remember me
because of my decency,

but neither will because of having put
a continent to the feet of the infidels.

If it gets out, that would be my ruin.
And the ruin of France!

The pontiff is waiting
for our orders.

No.

You are mistaken.
You can only attack.

Forgive me if I decide
with sanity, for the first time.

Sanity is a nice form
of fear.

I have been prisoner of
my greatest enemy for a year!

It destroyed my pride and I was
on the edge of losing my life.

Afraid of defeat? To be humiliated
again? For God's sake, yes!

You know that
what pains you pains me.

But appease it neither by hiding
nor with speeches before the Court!

You won
your greatness

by capturingd Milan just once you were crowned.
Were you prudent then?

I was very young... No misfortune
had happened to me. What were I to fear?

Your bravery is worth
even more now.

That you can get up
after the fall.

And the only way
to do it is

if you make him pay for the offense
on the battlefield.

Do you think
I desire something else?

Decide, then!

Charles is
a humiliated man now.

Use this to give him
the mort.

If you let him reorganize his forces,
filled with anger as he is,

the Emperor will be
a terrible threat for you.

Finish
what you started.

How could you think that I would
reproach you for the vileness of the French?

It is not a question
I like to talk about.

His vileness would have brought
him nothing without my innocence.

Many people warned me against him,
but I didn't want to believe them.

And today the world is
laughing at my tenuity.

And did you fear that
I would also mock?

There is no motive.
You are a good man.

Do you not see that it makes me weak
in this world, in which everything has value?

And my kingdoms pay
the consequences.

The Golden Fleece has hanged
in my neck since I was 6.

It has never been an adornment for me.
It condemns me to be a knight.

Nothing impedes that
you are virtuous

and, at the same time,
learn from your mistakes.

Don't give your nobleness
to the traitor.

Keep it.

The world doesn't need
more petty-minded men.

And I don't want one
as husband.

But don't relieve me
of your troubles anymore.

Avoiding my disturbance,
you cause me a bigger trouble.

It costs me less to solve a war
than to know what to tell you,

without fear of
making a mistake.

To prevent
your anger,

a way has come into my mind to gain
your forgiveness without speaking.

What way?

I have brought from Persia
some flowers, never seen here.

It was planted in your honour
and will sprout soon.

Poor trick...
I know.

Don't stop being the man
who you are.

Please.

My lord.

Tell me,
am I free now?

Not even offering my armies
has bought the Pope's grace?

What are you doing
in front of me, then?

I ordered you to come back
with the bull or not come back!

Your Highness, now you
need me more than ever.

I don't need
your consolation.

But you need
a new pope.

You fail, and to top it all,
you want me to intrigue for you.

Deposing Clement must be much
more difficult than convincing him.

With God's law
in his hand,

there is no ground
to give you what you want.

That is not what you told me
before you left.

You are disguising your clumsiness,
making it appear to be impossible.

Rome, when it wants that,
ignores God's law.

But Clement will not
get dirty because of us.

It doesn't affect him
enough.

Your Highness,

for them, Europe is what
surrounds the Mediterranean.

This island matters as much
as a distant relative!

Only when there is
a profit in it.

The annulment will be merely the first one
of the many graces I will give you.

Take me
to Rome,

and the Church will
serve England,

what is you.

Sometimes it scares me how incapable I am
of giving up the things I desire the most.

I know about your walk today.
I am glad that you enjoy Granada.

I had something
to give up.

The jewel that Francis
gave me will serve

to feed the orphans
of the village.

Beau geste,
Eleanor.

The charity fills
even the emptiest soul.

I know others who would be
thankful for my help, too.

Tell me who they are, and I will give
the means so that you could help them.

The sons of
the King of France.

Although I don't like it, I have no objection
that they keep being locked up in Pedraza.

But they are children,
not criminals.

They need clothes,
some toys...

No one is crueler with them
than their own father.

Who has acted as if it didn't mattered
to him if he lost them.

And does it not increase
your mercy towards them?

I leave it
in your hands.

I think I need
to rest a bit.

- Excuse me.
- What is wrong?

Isabella?

Isabella!
Call the physician. Quickly!

Isabella...

Isabella, what happened? The physician
didn't want to tell me anything.

Because I wished
to tell you myself.

We will be
parents.

You do so much
for me...

Tell me, what can I
do for you?

I don't need more
than repose.

That you keep seeing me beautiful
when my body flares

and my character
becomes worse.

Don't worry.

I can do nothing but love you,
Isabella.

You cannot accept
that emissory's pretensions.

It is forbidden for them to use
their slaves before sunrise.

Is that the law here?

Collecting your knowledge
would have taken years for me.

And some wound
you got rid of.

Orders has come
from Spain.

I have to send an expedition
to the west, to the Maluku Islands.

Spain and Portugal
dispute for them.

They have disputed
for a long time.

If they succeed,
that dispute will come to an end.

Will that make me
a conquistador?

You will have to
help me.

Until I recover, I could poorly
organize a venture so complicated.

Don't worry. Months should pass
until the winds let any voyage.

- Months?
- Yes.

By that time, you will be recovered
so much that you can even join it.

France and Rome has united
their forces to attack us.

- Where?
- In Lodi, near Pavia.

War, again.

Now I understand why my ambassadors
was ignored by the Pope.

- He was already an enemy.
- When did he stop being one?

He just uses Francis's feints
to do me harm in Italy.

- And England?
- No. They are not in the fight.

Henry neither answered
to my call.

What is more,
he blesses the attack.

Everybody against me.
And I have let it to be this way.

God punishes the credulous people
more than the wicked ones.

Don't torment yourself, Your Majesty.
We better solve what to do.

We will collect
more taxes.

To pay those who fight there,
and to send more supplies.

I will organize
the journey to Valladolid.

The Court will stay
in Granada.

I will not make Isabella travel,
neither will I leave her behind in her state.

Your Majesty, it is suitable in everything
to manage the fight

- from the centre of Castile.
- The news will travel faster.

And it will be simpler
to collect resources.

The Empress will stay here looked after
until the end. She doesn't need you.

Granada!

Do you like it?

The Persian flower...

I has already sprouted
for you.

It is strange

and very beautiful,

but too small to impede that
I could see that something troubles you.

We are fighting
new battles in Italy.

- Against France?
- Against everyone.

And without means
to fight them.

Is it so hard to get peace
amongst Christians?

They will never
let me rest, Isabella.

You are the Emperor.

The conflicts
you are facing

are worthy
of your greatness.

Should I resign,
then?

God will be
fair to you,

sooner or later.

Your Majesty!
The Duchy of Milan is ours again.

I warned you!
Our alliance was not enough.

Forgive me
if you consider me responsible.

Nothing hurts more
than your defeats.

They would be defeats
if another inflicted them on me.

Coming from Charles,
it is tragedy!

We are still in time to convince
England to add their troops.

I am afraid their fight
is another now.

They want Wolsey
to reach Rome.

The last thing they are interested in
is the victory of Pope Clement.

They want him weak.
They will ot send a single soldier.

If Charles wins in the long run,
if he humiliates me again,

I will not need to die
to live in hell.

Your Holiness, the alliance
with Suleiman is necessary.

Have you gone mad?

We judged the strength of our league wrong
and Milan was the pattern.

Send more troops!

All have been thrown
into this war already

and England
remains impassive.

How do you tolerate that
they intrigue against me?

Be thankful to us
for having given you the key

that they fail in their endeavour
to dethrone you.

If we added your defeat
to their intrigues,

Wolsey would not hesitate
to multiply his supports.

And you know well that the papacy
is not an eternal grace.

My lord will abandon the fight
if you don't send more forces.

- Are you capable of leaving me alone?
- We are sorry for you.

Wolsey threatens you from the shadows.
The Emperor, from Naples and Milan.

You make me choose between
my conscience and my position.

You are not the only one
who faces that dilemma.

Your lord seems to have solved it
without too much effort.

He is a good Christian
but also a man of state.

And the one who has power
assumes blots, Your Holiness.

What do those infidels
want in return?

Benefit from the trade with France.
Nothing that soils you.

Have strength, child. Soon God will
comfort you with His company.

I trusted that my youth
could cast my illness away.

For some people,

neither youth nor remedies
prevent the meeting with the Lord.

Remedies?

My illness
doesn't have any.

A Castilian physician treats many people
with a tisane made of roots.

And do they
recover?

A good part.
His fame is great.

Have you not consulted with him?
Have you let yourself die?

Bring that physician.

Bring him quickly!

Her Royal Highness,
Mary of Hungary.

- Mary!
- Aunt!

We are so sorry
for your husband's death.

Thank God
you escaped the Turks.

I would give my life to free Hungary
from the infidels who occupy it now.

I will give mine to recover
your kingdom for the Christendom.

Will you send
your troops now?

Now that my husband,
the King is dead,

and they pray to Allah
in every church of Budapest?

That Suleiman wanted to invade Hungary,
everybody was aware of.

And you did nothing
to impede this tragedy.

No, Mary. You should not
blame your brother.

There is no greater danger than
the one that threatens for too long.

How to be alert
without rest?

I wish I had prevented
the things that happened.

With Budapest in their power, the Turks
prey on the Empire that I defend.

Mary,
I am sorry.

Nearly 100 000 men,
hundreds of cannons...

Took the city
in only 2 hours.

All that we have collected for the troops
in Italy will go to the hands of my brother.

There will be no more venture
than the defense of Vienna.

This is not a war
for booty.

It is a threat for what we are
and for the God we pray.

I will defend Vienna
as a Christian and as a brother.

I will not fail God
in the commitment with Him.

Neither will I deny Ferdinand
the help he asks for.

I wish it were always
so easy to decide.

I don't reproach you for it, Your Majesty.
But I remind you of the consequences.

Without funds, our troops
in Italy will refuse to fight.

Are we going to keep
fighting between Christians,

while the Turks advance
towards Vienna?

I will ask for a truce,
and they will not dare to contravene.

Your Majesty, if you want to keep
collecting to defend the Empire...

We are leaving Granada. Nothing hurts me
more than parting company with my wife,

but the Crown should weigh
moe than the wedding ring.

Isabella...

My retinue will travel
slower than yours.

I will arrive to Valladolid
later than you.

But you will not work
on the defense of Vienna without me.

Are you out
of your mind?

I will travel in a litter
and if I need to rest

we will spend the night
in the villages of the way.

No, Isabella. I am not going to
permit it. Not in your state.

I am daughter
and granddaughter of kings.

I know the suffering
these grave problems cause.

You will need me.

If you ignore my opinion, follow
the physician's at least. He ordered you rest.

It is not your empire which is
in danger, it is ours.

The women, we can rear children and work.
Should I remind you of our grandmother?

You often do. And not just
because you have her name.

And the flowers
will come with me.

I have never read greater insults
from a man of God.

The Pope points at us
for the fall of Budapest.

- He intuits what is true.
- But he cannot prove it.

Or did any Frenchman
enter in Hungary?

Your Highness, his anger is such
that he suggests

to accept the truce
proposed by Charles,

- and encourages us to do the same.
- No...

And lose the opportunity
to crush him in Italy,

now that another front
detains him?

I will not ignore the sky
when it opens before me.

It will be impossible
to convince Rome to keep fighting.

If the Christendom is threatened in Vienna,
he is obligated to help.

Let him
dare to do so.

And I will tell the world that
he made friends with the infidels

in order to
keep the papacy.

With Wolsey's shadow around his throne,
no doubt, he will give in.

Enlarging France
is our first duty

but doing it at the expense
of our faith...

Does it not
condemn us?

Does it not torment you
what we have provoked?

We committed ourselves not to answer to
the advance of the infidels. And we will do so.

- And if that advance continues?
- After the victory in Italy,

we will lead our men
against the infidels.

It will be
our redemption.

I want to
believe you.

The end of the Christendom would be
a weight too heavy on my conscience.

Mother...

What have I done?

I comforts me that
I leave this world

having fulfilled
my duty.

In New Spain, a good memory
will remain of you.

That is not
what I meant.

As His Majesty ordered me,
I did justice.

I sent word
to Castile

with the name of the man
who will succeed me.

And that won't
be you.

You know that nobody would govern
these lands better than I would.

You let me die.

The one who is going to succeed me
has order to convict you.

It will be difficult for you
to avoid punishment.

Something tells me that
we will see each other soon,

if what awaits me
is the hell.

He died.

- I know about his vengeance.
- Which infuriates me, but it is fair.

I am an obsessed man
and, as such, I no longer have virtue.

Do you assume the destiny
he has imposed, then?

Never.

I will send the expedition
to the Moluccas what the Crown asked for.

I wished to do it
as governor,

but I will do the same
as a renegade.

Does it not make you angry
to serve a king who wants you dead?

I will provide him with gifts without a break,
on condition that this place

doesn't governed
by his envoys.

New Spain belongs to those
who love and deserve it.

To me!

I told you
I would endure the journey.

Isabella?

I suffered more because
I was far away from you.

You should rest.

Sit down.

Night and day, I am engaged
in collecting funds.

Even so, I felt
your absence very much.

I wanted to hurry,
but in every town I stopped,

I collected funds
for the cause of Vienna.

Instead of
taking a rest?

So, now Spain knows about
your stubbornness and charm.

Your Sacred Catholic
Impreial Majesty,

read my letters
with the seriousness I put in them.

Do not fear because of the fight.
The victory accompanies us.

But this does not
pay your troops.

Their penury so lingering
has become anger.

In Florence, they took
possessions without moderation.

And now many of them speak of
advancing towards Rome

and collecting from there
the money you do not send.

They are burning. And I fear
they assail the Holy City like beasts.

And the same way
I am in fear of my life

because I am the only one who stands
between their object and them.

And that is why I beg you,
Your Majesty, to pay your men,

before they turn
into beasts.

I will order temperance
to our troops.

And nothing more?

Should I take care of those
who refuse to help Vienna?

The Pope has done nothing
for the truce,

neither has he put troops
at my brother's service.

And Francis flashes the title
"The Most Christian king".

His pettiness hurts
but doesn't surprise.

But the Pope... how could he deny me
the help against the infidels?

If I have to defend Vienna alone,
I will save my ducats for that purpose.

Even is it enrages
my troops in Italy.

That is how Rome wanted.
Fortunately, the Spaniards

indulge in the cause
with enthralling generosity, Your Majesty.

The donations don't stop.
Inluding those of the most modest ones.

And New Spain? Their gold would be
a blessing in this hard moment.

We have got consignments and a writing,
too, from someone we didn't expect.

Having his as an enemy
is a pity!

No one is as unbreakable
as Cort�s is.

- Bad news?
- They are never good from Castile.

Were they not glad that you have sent
the expedition to the Moluccas?

They were, no doubt. But only pay
my services with empty words.

They neither reward me with the governance
nor withdraw my conviction.

They have set
my destiny.

What more
can you do?

I will go back to Castile
and defend myself in front of the King.

Valladolid, 21 May 1527

The baby is lazy. He will not come
unless you oblige him.

That is what I have been trying
to do for hours. What else can I do?

Suffer.

- For God's sake, that is what I am doing!
- I don't see it on your face.

Don't ask
noise of me.

- If I have to excel, that is now.
- For God's sake!

Forget the deceny. Scream.
Curse with all your soul.

I will die
but I will not scream.

This way nobody will see you suffer
but do it.

For your child's sake.

A boy.
An heir!

- Congratulations, Your Majesty.
- We share your happiness.

I would like to see
the Empress.

The Empress is fighting
for her life.

We will pray to God
for her, my lord.

Your wife is young.
She will recover.

- And what if she will not?
- It would be a terrible blow, Your Majesty.

In that case, it should comfort you
that she gave her life

to give you the most valuable thing
for someone of your rank:

the one who will
succeed you.

If that is how a king should think,
I am not a king.

When I look at her, I see
neither the empress nor the queen

nor someone who could
give me children.

I see someone without whom
my life would be less of a life.

I ask you to relieve me
of every obligation today.

There is only one matter
I care about.

Isabella!

How are you?

My strength is starting
to come back.

I blame myself for letting you
to be concerned with the cause of Vienna.

- It weakened you.
- No...

A labor of so many hours debilitates
more than any state affair.

And I have lived
to tell you that.

I will keep helping you.
Don't be willful.

And our son?

He is perfect.

The Court adores him now
and asks for a name for him.

Alba insists that
it should be Ferdinand.

He believes that this way the kingdom
would know that I am as Spanish as Flemish.

And what do you think?

That I like it as little as you do
when they tell me what to do.

I am a Spaniard now.

Because I govern here,
I got to know you here,

and our son
was born here.

Philip.

You are daring.

You will infuriate Alba
and maybe others, too.

Philip...

Amen.

A physician!

For God's sake!

Listen:

Don Philip,

Prince of Castile,

by God's grace.

Your Majesty...

Rome has been
sacked,

burnt down,

its men butchered
and its women forced.

And they have been
our troops.

We have violated
Rome.

Next time:
As the Christian princes' representatives,
we are demanding his freedom.

Soon there will be changes
in my wife's household

so that it suits
the uses of Castile.

From now on, I want you
to be her equerry.

Catherine, Queen of England,
show yourself before this tribunal.

Your Majesty, you promised justice
for all your subjects.

What should I do
with that Cort�s, then?

I suppose
you are Cardinal Tavera.

Your Majesty, don't obligate me
to say what never should be heard.

Do you want me to send
my troops to Italy?

Imagine the cost
of a similar campaign.

A new army will enter in the north
and recover the Duchy of Milan.

Representatives of France and England
have entered Aragon.

One day, my disgrace
will be yours.

- A duel?
- There is no other way to end this.

I want him to regret the day
when he wanted to take my sons away from me!

You will never have my friendship.
You will have to pay dearly for your affront.

Tighten the bonds
with the King of France.

And go together against the Imperials
to free the Pope.

Henry has gone
too far!

A petition has come against you.
They will not hesitate to arrest you.

France renounces its rights
over the Duchy of Milan

if your nephew does the same
with Burgundy.

- Where are they going?
- Neither to Rome nor to Orvieto

according to our spies.
But to Naples.

I will prepare
our departure.

We looked for the war
and now we have it.

- Don't move.
- Henry will not have his will!

I will wait here

for the victory
of the French.

Now it is time that Francis and I
solve our differences, face to face.