All language subtitles for Henry.VIII.2003.Part1_EN

(bells toll)

(coughing)

It is time.

(coughing)

Arthur?

No, Father.

Arthur is dead.

It is me, Henry.

Ohh... Henry.

Your brother's widow,
Katherine-- you must
take her as your wife.

England needs Spain.
Yes, Father.

There are many who
would usurp the throne,

watching and waiting
in the shadows.

I am ready.

Are you? Then tell me--

what is the most important
thing to do when you are king?

Make glorious war, Father.

Recapture the spirit
of Agincourt.

Expand the territories in
France. Keep the Scots at bay,

Deepen the treasury.
But what else?

To be a really great king,

there's one thing you
must do above all others--

you must secure the family line.

Have... a son.

(gasping)

(man) The king is dead.

(men) Long live the king!

(horses neighing)

She's still in labor.
She's still in labor!

(woman) One more. One more

(screaming)

One...

(screaming)

(baby crying)

(man) It's a boy.
It's a healthy boy!

God save the king!

(crying)

(laughter)

I said, "So, the King of France

"wishes to settle one of the
richest provinces in the kingdom

over a game of checkers!"

I didn't have the heart to tell
him that when I was a child,
I played nothing but checkers.

And if we'd actually played,
I'd have given him
a terrible beating.

(laughter)

So, I let him keep
the bloody place!

(laughter)

In a couple of years,

I'll send Norfolk back there...
to take it back!

(cheering)

(chuckling)

Congratulate me,
Wolsey.

I am father
of a baby boy.

Your Majesty!
A healthy baby boy.

I have named him
Henry Fitzroy.

That's for his mother,
the Blount girl-- we shall
give her land and money.

And as for the boy--
he shall be properly educated,

and have a princely household
supervised by Seymour here.

And I will confer upon him

the titles of "the Duke
of Richmond and Somerset."

And you, Thomas-- you shall
be the boy's godfather.

That is, if you have no
objections as cardinal to
be godfather to a bastard,

as well as being father
to several of your own.
(laughter)

(Wolsey) It would
be an honor, Sir.

Yes. Well, Thomas,

it seems that I'm... capable
of having a son after all.

And now that I have done
my side of the business,
you must now do yours.

And what is that?
That you legitimize him.

That you legitimize him
and give him the succession.

I beg you, no.
The people would
never accept him.

Well, they will do what
I say. I am their king.

It would have terrible
political consequences.

For Spain, it would be as
good as a declaration of war.

Your son would have a lifelong
enemy in Mary, your daughter.

The country would
be split into two.

What do you suggest then, hmm?

I suggest you keep trying for
a legitimate son with the queen.

No, no, please.
I can't.

We've been trying
for 15 years, Thomas.

But your luck will
surely change soon.

Hmm.

(chuckles)

Master Cromwell?

I want you to establish
that the queen still bleeds.

I will speak to her physicians.
The king needs
an heir, and soon.

While he doesn't have one,
his enemies plot his downfall.

Sirs, these are sad times.

We have a king with no
legitimate right to be king.

The butcher's son
for a cardinal

forces us into alliances
with France and Spain.

It's time we sent them
both to their graves.

(man) Aye, my lord.

And for the rightful heir,
a Plantagenet back on the
throne of England.

(men) Here.

So, Lords... are you with me?

(overlapping) Aye.

(all) Aye.

So go back to your estates,
prepare your armies,

and meet me outside
London in three days.

So...

Buckingham, Derby,
and Wiltshire.

Who else?
Lord Montague, sir,
and Lord Abergavenny.

That's a
powerful group.

You may go.

(sighs)

(woman speaking in Spanish)

(Henry) Come on, Katherine.
Come to bed.

I'm praying to
Casilda of Toledo,

Patron Saint
of Fertility,

for her intercession.
Mm-hmm.

Next week, I begin another
pilgrimage to Walsingham.

Well...

...come here.

Be a woman to your man.

What is this?

A hair shirt, my lord.
Why?

I...

I just want God
to take pity on me,

and answer my prayers.

Your skin is...
so raw.

It's... drawn blood!

Doesn't matter.

The suffering will
be worth it in time.

Now, let me give
you a son, husband.

Katherine... Katherine.

Oh.

I just want to
be a good wife.
You are.

I just want to
make you happy.
You do.

Have we not been happy
these past 15 years?

Yes. Yes!
Yes.

But... why?

Why does God punish
us this way?

Why? Why?
I don't know, Kate.

I don't... know.

(overlapping chatter)

(giggling)

(Norfolk)
Congratulations, Thomas.

Your daughter's
done you proud.

I shan't celebrate till
the ring's on her finger.

I hear the boy's father,
the Earl of Northumberland,
is still against it.

Well, don't worry about him.
I have the king's ear on this.

He's assured me he'll
grant you his blessing.

Well, Anne,

one of the highest-ranking
noblemen in the land,

snared by a humble knight's
daughter from Kent.

You sound surprised,
brother.
Well, I am.

You must admit,
the odds were against.

(Anne) Percy is marrying me,
brother, because he loves me.

And because I've learned
how to please a man.

And you--
do you love him?

Lot of dangerous lies
are spoken about love.

What I want from
Percy is security.

And when I look at our poor
sister Mary, who made the
mistake of loving our king,

well...

...I realize how precious
that security is.

(horses neighing)

So, where are they?
They'll surely
be here, my lord.

There--
Derby's banner.

He comes!
Excellent.

And from here--
Wiltshire.

Welcome,
one and all!

(cheering)

Good God.

(grunting)

(screaming)

(screams)

Aah!

(rumbling)

(marching footsteps)

(swords clinking)

So, my father was right.

He warned me against you.

He had a bad
conscience.

Ours is a legitimate claim to
the throne, as well you know.

My father saved this country
when your degenerate ancestors
left it in ruin.

Now, I accepted that you were a
descendant of the Plantagenets,

I gave you land and titles
as your compensation.

But obviously... that
was not enough for you.

Here.

Take it.
Take it.

But you're going to
have to kill me first.

Hmm.

(groans)

Take him to the Tower.

(man whimpering)

(sizzling)

(screaming)

(screaming)

The good cardinal
does his work well.

The cardinal enjoys his
work too much to be good.
Hmm.

I don't like him,

and I don't like the
power he has over you.

Thomas is a loyal subject who
does what is required of him.

Unlike certain people.

If his Majesty is
referring to me,

perhaps he has forgotten I have
carried six of his children.

Five of which were born dead--
and one is a daughter, which
is of no use to me.

That is not my fault.
Whose fault
is it, then?

I am capable of having sons.
That you are capable
of sowing bastards

up and down the country--
that's well known.

And why, madam?
Ask yourself that.

This country
needs stability.

It needs a male heir.

Without one,
the throne is at risk.

(caws)

(overlapping chatter)

(♪ trumpet)

Must I do this,
Thomas?

It won't take
long, my lord,

and it's a useful
way to buy allegiances.

Is everything
political?

Marriage, above all
things, your Grace.

Hmm.
You're right there.

(♪ trumpet)

Sir Edward Seymour and
Mistress Katherine Fillol.

(whispering)

Ah, Edward.

How's my son? Hope you're
looking after him well.

He's...

...progressing well, sire.
Hmm.

Excellent. And who's this
rose you've brought with you?

Mistress Katherine Fillol.

Sir John's daughter.
He's a good man.

You have my
blessings, Katherine.

Keep young Edward warm
in the cold Wiltshire winter.

I will, your Grace.

(approving chatter)

Lord Henry Percy, your Grace,
and Mistress Anne Boleyn.

Boleyn?
Mary's sister?

(Wolsey) Recently returned
from France, my lord.

Mm-hmm.

Well, come on, let's
see your face, woman.

Or do you hide it
for good reason?

(laughter)

So... Anne...

...you join us
from France?

Yes, your Majesty.

Speak French, Percy?
Not a word,
my lord.

Well, of course not.
Why would you?

You're a sheep farmer
from Northumberland.

(laughter)

You were at
court there?

Yes, your Majesty.

Tell me,
I'm curious--

how does it
compare with ours?

Comparisons are
meaningless, your Grace,

since France
belongs to England,

whatever attributes its court
might have are yours anyway.

Ah.

And the King of France--
our ladies in court

are eager to hear
of his reputation...

...as a man.

Well, for reputation,
read fantasy, my lord.

Talk among the ladies in
France was not so favorable.

So, Anne...

...you're about to
marry Percy here?

With your blessing,
your Majesty.

Northumberland...

...is a long
way from court.

We will frequently
come down.
Of course.

Of course you will.

(crowd murmuring)

Wolsey.

Everyone else meets the king
and is tongue-tied, but you...

Did you notice how he looked
at you, hung on your every word?

My every compliment,
you mean.

Henry Tudor
is a vain man.

Vain men are easy to
flatter into submission.

Quite the opposite
to my husband.

(Cromwell) My lord, Percy.

Mistress Anne.

(Percy) What?
(Wolsey) Of course,
I realize you're disappointed,

but the fact remains,
there's an unbridgeable
gulf in rank between you.

An earl and
a knight's daughter?

It violates all
aristocratic protocol.

And what,
my lord Cardinal,

would you know of
aristocratic protocol?

You're the son of a butcher!
My God, you'll regret this.

(Anne) My lord, stop before
you say something rash.

Leave us a moment.

I'll come to you directly.

I beg you,
my lord Cardinal,

leave Lord Percy
and I be.

The king is looking for
sport outside his marriage.
Let him find it elsewhere.

The marriage between you
and Percy is inappropriate.

Please. He has already
been with my sister,
can he not spare me?

That is all there is
to it, Mistress Boleyn.

Please.

You can persuade him.

He listens to you.

Everyone knows you're
like a father to him.

That is all,
Mistress Boleyn.

(door opens)

(door slams)

(cawing)

(crowd jeering)

Traitor!
Shame on you!

(man) Shame on you!
(man 2) Traitor!

(woman) Traitor!

Traitor!

(crowd jeering)

I come here to die,

and I make no argument.

May God bless
and protect our just...

...and noble king.

I should have had him burnt.

Never was there
a gentler monarch.

(booing)

Jesus.

(inaudible)

(crowd cheering)

(horses neighing)

(man) Oh, my God!

The king's coming.

The king's coming.

The king is coming!

(chattering)

(chattering continues)

(man) You must
change, girl.

Do so quickly, for the king
will be here shortly.

Well, I shall not see that
monster, and shame on you for
admitting him to this house.

What?
He broke my marriage for no
good reason. I will not see him.

Anne, you will come
down here immediately.

I say, come down
here at once!

Lady Elizabeth, forgive
this unexpected intrusion.

An honor, your Grace.

(overlapping) Your Majesty.

Ah, Mary.

Oh, for God's sake, um,
someone get her a chair, quick.

George, you'll join us
for the hunt this afternoon?

If it is his
Majesty's pleasure.
It is. Excellent.

And seeing Anne again.
Where is she?

Upstairs, your Majesty.
Then, would
someone fetch her?

Of course.
Unfortunately, no.

She's not well.

Really?

Then I shall go
and pay respects myself.

Anne?

Anne?

(sighs)

Your Grace.

I'm sorry to
see you're sick.

A light fever.

What a coincidence.
I have one, too.

Although,
a shrewd physician

would call it by its
proper name-- impatience...

...seeing you again.

Oh, his Grace
is surely mistaken.

It is my sister, Mary,
he has come to see.

On the contrary.
It is you.

But she is pregnant...
with his child.

That she is pregnant
is undeniable, that
it is mine is not.

You should be careful
what you say.

Your words might
cause offense.

You imply that my sister
does not know the father
of her child.

Well, now whose words
give offense?

Well, happily, your sister
is about to be married.

To a provincial bookkeeper,
organized by Wolsey to
render her respectable.

The cardinal keeps himself
busy in this family--

making one marriage,
breaking another.

If he did break
your marriage, Anne,

it was because it
needed to be done.

Your union with Percy
was unacceptable...

...to me.

And how acceptable
is it for my sister,

for his Grace to sweep in, do
as he pleases, and then leave

without a thought for
the consequences.
Your fever runs high.

You forget to whom you speak.

I know exactly to whom I speak.

I speak to the man who's
torn this household apart.

Now, why do you not
confess the real reason
you broke my marriage?

It had nothing
to do with rank.

You thought you could do to me
what you have done to my sister.

I can do anything I want.

I am the King of England,
divinely appointed.

My will is the will of God.

Well, then come, have your
divine will, and be gone.

Then I can return
to my lord, Percy.

You will return
to court tonight,

and will report for
duty in the queen's
household tomorrow.

I look forward to
seeing you there.

(thunderclap)

(horse neighing)

(cheering)

(thunder)

Who is he?
From Scotland,
my lord.

A professional,
undefeated.
Really?

(horse neighing)

(thunderclap)

Mistress Anne, I am
pleased to see you.

I trust your new accommodation
at court is comfortable.

As comfortable
as prisons get.

Oh, come now. It's
hardly a prison, is it?

What else do you call
a room where you are
held against your will?

(horse neighing)

I've been thinking about what
you said about your sister,

and you're right, I should
do something for her.

So, I decided to give her land
and make her a good marriage.

I've also given your father
the title "Earl of Essex,"

so your brother, George,
becomes "Lord Rochford."

And my husband?

When do I get him back?

That I cannot do.

But you are king.
You can do anything.

Your husband already
belongs to someone else.

What?

His parents rushed
through a new marriage,

before he could protest.

(cheering)

I'm sorry.

(shouting)

Sir Francis Bryan!

Now we'll see what your
Scottish knight has to offer.

(cheering)

(horse neighing)

Watch this.

Come on.

(screaming/crowd roars)

Fetch my amour.
Fetch my amour!

(man) His Royal Majesty,
Henry Tudor.

(cheering)

(man) The King of England!

(crowd) Hooray!

(cheering/applause)

Again!

(cheering)

(crowd) Ooh!

(crowd roars)

Yes!

(cheering/applause)

(woman) The plague!
(man) Plague!

(overlapping) The plague!

(screaming)

(man) The boy has the plague!
(man 2) He's got the plague!

(crowd screaming)

It's an isolated case.
Nobody else, of course, is sick.

The wind brings it
closer, your Majesty.

Why can't we stay at Richmond?
Too close.

Winslow?
Also too close.

No, I can't leave London now.
I must stay here.

It's absolutely vital
I stay in London.

Your Grace, you are
King of England,

and at present,
without a male heir.

Very well.

(Anne) Thank God he's gone.

Maybe now I can have some peace.

Come Anne, that may
fool others, but not me.

What?

You've developed
feelings for the king.
Uncle!

And him for you. Why else
do you think he's gone?

Well, he has gone to
be safe from the plague.

What plague?

The nearest case
is 40 miles away.

But the boy,
the boy at the joust...

...had a fever,
nothing more.

This is Wolsey's work.

He's seen how
the king looks at you.

He can see the dangers,
and has taken him away.

What dangers?
I'm no threat.

The cardinal knows full well
I could never be more than
the king's mistress.

Under normal
circumstances, yes,

but these are not
normal circumstances.

The queen is in trouble.
There is talk throughout court

of the illegitimacy
of their marriage.

Add to that fact that the
king has taken a shine to you,

and is desperate
for an heir.

What are you saying?
I'm saying,
it's in your hands.

You can take this as
far as you'd like to go.

(Henry) Dearest Anne,

the misery of this
enforced separation

makes each day
feel like a week,

each week a month,
each month a year.

The memory of your beauty
is still so strong.

No reply.

(Henry) Dearest Anne,

three weeks have passed
since I last wrote to you,

and still no reply.

Have I somehow offended you?

In which case, please let me
know that I can make amends.

(man) He spends night after
night writing letters

and sending her gifts.

Don't worry,
I've seen this before.

As soon as the king has his
way with her, he'll discard her.

But she plays him wisely,

expertly withholding
her affections,

stirring him
into a frenzy.

"Anne, I implore you to write,

because not to hear
from you is not to live."

My lord, the reason
I have not written

is not because I wish
to cause you offense--
quite the opposite--

but to protect myself
from disappointment.

You are married, after all.

However, your generosity
has touched my heart,

and now I feel
compelled to write.

Indeed, so delighted was I
by his Majesty's generous
gift of a bracelet,

that I feel...

...that I shall never
be able to take it off,

that it shall become
part of my body,

and join my heart and my breath

in waiting impatiently
for my lord's safe return.

(shouting)

(cheering)

(Anne)
Until when, I pray, he might
enjoy the token I send him

as a symbol of my growing
loyalty... and affection.

Dearest Anne,

the proofs of your
affection give me...

...great delight
and satisfaction.

And should it please you,
by our next meeting,
to become my mistress,

I promise you that
I will reject from
thought and affection

all others, save yourself.

No reply.

(Henry) Dearest Anne,

I do not understand.

One day you write and send
me tokens of your affection,

the next, you punish me
with silence.

Why?

If you desire an end to this,
why don't you just say so,

and put me out of my misery?

Anything but the torture
of this inexplicable silence.

You come from
court in London?
Yes, my lord.

Anything from
Mistress Boleyn?
No, my lord.

Nothing.

Wait. Boy--
one moment.

What's your name?
John, Sir.

Well, John,
can you keep a secret?

Come on, wake up.
Hmm?

The king is here.

What?
He waits for you
in the garden.

Oh, my God.
Help me get dressed.

Your Majesty.

And I thought I had
remembered your beauty.

Anne, I must ask you--
you received my letters?

Yes. Yes, I did.

Then, why no response?

My lord, my desk is
covered in responses.

A dozen letters
I must have written

and rewritten but
just... never sent.

Why?

Why? Because... because
I cannot have you.

But you can.

Did I not make myself clear?

Oh, yes, you said I could
become your mistress.

My one, true mistress,

whom I would honor
above all others.

Yes, but still, Sir,
you are married.

Yes, I am married--
as a favor to my
dying father, no more.

My heart is not taken.

I give my heart to you.

Yes, but while you
are married, we are...

Well, we're doomed forever
to meet like this--

in secret,
speaking in whispers.

But why do we continue
to discuss this? I beg you...

No, his Majesty can take
his pleasure elsewhere.

The court is filled with
women ready to give him
all he desires.

I have no interest in any other.

I want you.
While you are
still married,

well, all you can ever
give me is the insult of
the title of "mistress,"

and our sons,
the title of "bastards."

If you loved me with the force
that you claim, you wouldn't
want to hurt me in that way.

No.

No, you're right.

(footsteps)

My guards have come
to take me away.

I crept over the wall like
a schoolboy, to escape them.

Goodbye, Anne.
Goodbye.

Wait.

(door opens)

You sent for me,
my lord?
Yes.

I want you to test
the validity of my marriage.

Why, my lord?

Because I love Anne Boleyn,

and I will have her if
it's the last thing I do.

But the queen
is still alive.

Princess Katherine is alive.

I am of the opinion there is
no such person as "the queen."

But my lord, there is,
and she is your wife.
She is my brother's widow.

And you were granted
special dispensation
by Rome to marry her.

Because the Pope wanted
to strengthen his alliance
with Spain.

Because you insisted!
Are you debating with me?

No, my lord.

You have read Leviticus.

"He who uncovers his
brother's wife's nakedness,

shall be childless."
But her marriage was
never consummated.

Whose word do we have on that?

Do you really think
that my brother,

a hot-blooded Tudor,

would be married for six months,
and not consummate his marriage?

My lord, do not
do this, I beg you.

This will tear
the country apart.

And what's the alternative?

To leave my throne
to a bastard daughter,

conceived in an
unlawful marriage?

You would call
Princess Mary a bastard?

My duty is to have sons.

I promised my father.
Would you have me disobey him?
No.

Would you have the King
of England live in sin

with a woman who cannot
lawfully be his wife?
No.

Then give me Anne Boleyn.

Very well.

I shall write to Rome.

In Holland,
people have had enough--

in Germany, too--

of a corrupt
Roman Catholic church

where simple working people

pay priests with
their hard-earned money

for miracles like this.

(laughter)

Well, I say, here in England,

we have had enough, too.
(crowd) Yes!

We don't want
a decadent Church of Rome.
(crowd) No, we don't!

We want a strong
Church of England!

(cheering)

(Cromwell) I have served
the cardinal for five years.

In that time, I have
seen him control the king
to such an extent,

you wonder actually
who was the king.

Yesterday, Henry Tudor
reminded everyone

who actually
wears the crown.

I tell you, he is set
upon this Boleyn girl,

and not just
to bed her.

He wants her
as his queen.
Good God.

This is it, Cranmer.

This is our chance.

Anne Boleyn is one of us, a
Reformist. She reads Tynedale.

But with Wolsey in place,
what can we do?

Wolsey is safe only as long
as he delivers the king
what he wants-- a divorce.

And with his friends in Rome,
Wolsey will be able to do that.

Will he? Rome is in
the emperor's hands,

the queen's nephew. And
whilst that is the case,

the Pope will never
agree to the divorce.

And if that happens,

and Wolsey fails...

(Katherine) Who is it
that you want instead of me?

Is it her,
the whore, Boleyn?

"Who" is of
no importance.

What matters is
that I'm given a son!

You'd put me, your queen,
aside for a whore?

I need your answer--
yes or no.
No.

Then I order it.
And I refuse.

I am the King of England.
I can have what I want.

Even a king cannot break apart
what God has put together!

Why won't you do this?

For your good,
and the good of the country.

I want to save
you both from her.

Don't be blind as well as
foolish. You're being used!

Silence!

Here I've taken the liberty
of hanging portraits of your
relatives,

your family's coat of arms,

and in every corner,
you'll notice your initials
have been carved in gold.

It must be killing
you to do this.

You tried to get rid of me
a thousand times, and now,

you've given me
your own apartment.

You're still angry with me?

I was hoping you'd take
this gift as an invitation

to put the past behind us,
make a clean start.
Yes.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Now that your future
depends on... on me.

Yes, if you fail
with the Papal Legate,

fail to give the king
his annulment, well,

only someone very close
to him might be able to
dissuade him from...

...well, acting on impulse.

Thankfully, then, the Papal
Legate has assured me that
it'll go smoothly.

Yes. And if it does,
my lord, I will be queen,

and in a position to
alert the king to your
corruption and greed.

You cannot win, Cardinal.

Don't be deluded, madam.

Your newfound power is not
about the king's love for you.

Oh, yes, it is strong at
the moment-- very strong.

But deep down,
this is all about a son,

and that's why he wants
a divorce from Katherine,

and it's what he wants,
above all else, from you.

You give him that--
oh yes, your position
will be unassailable.

You fail...

...and I guarantee you,
this power you have will
desert you overnight,

and the cold wind
of persecution that blows

in Katherine's face
at the moment,

will turn on you.

(chattering)

(crowd chanting)
Long live Queen Katherine,
our one true queen!

Wolsey met with
the Papal Legate.

This trial is proceeding
for appearance's sake only.

We as good as
have our result.

But Rome is in the emperor's
hands, the queen's nephew--
I will not be refused.

I promise,

you will be queen
by Christmas.

(crowd chanting)
Long live Queen Katherine,
our one true queen!

What? Even now,

you don't agree
to be my mistress?

You know full well
I will conduct myself
like a mistress

just as soon as
I am your wife.

You drive a
hard bargain, Anne.

Trust me, it'll
be worth the wait.

(cheering)

(man) Henry,
King of England,

come into court!

What did I do to upset you,

that a maid of mine should
turn against me like this?

You failed to give
England an heir.

And that upsets you so?

What upsets the king, upsets me.

Let me tell you this.

You want me to lie before God,

and admit my first marriage was
consummated? Well, it was not.

You want me to retire,

and withdraw my daughter's claim

as sole rightful
heir to the throne?

Well, I shall not.
Not in a thousand years.

Not if you rack me to
within an inch of my life.

So I hope you have the belly
for a fight, Anne Boleyn,

because I'll fight you
every inch of the way.

(chattering)

(overlapping) Your Majesty.

My lord.
(crowd gasping)

My lord.

How have I offended you?

For 20 years, I've been
a true, obedient wife.

I've loved all those whom you
loved, and given you children--

though it has pleased God to
take them out of this world.

You know, when you had me
at first, I was a true maid,

without touch of a man.

So, I beg you, dear husband,
to spare me all this.

But if you will not,
and I am to be tried...
You are, madam, you are.

(murmuring)

Then...

...let it be in a proper court,

and by the only
authority I recognize.

I have appealed my case
to his Holiness, the Pope,

and expect his reply any day.

(murmuring)

Since it has pleased
the queen to absent
herself from the court,

the trial will simply
continue without her.

(♪ choral singers)

The following morning,
Prince Arthur emerged from
his bedchamber asking for wine,

because he said it had
been "hot work, being
in Spain that night."

What did you take that to mean?
Well, I think
the meaning is obvious.

It was his wedding night,

and Princess Katherine
was from Spain.

Thank you.
That is all.

(Wolsey) We shall now retire
to consider the verdict.

(man) From his Holiness,
the Pope.

(man) All rise!

My lord,

I have just received
a letter from my master,

his Holiness the Pope...

(murmuring)

...which revokes,
with immediate effect,

my authority to try this case.

I therefore have no alternative

but to adjourn this court.

(murmuring)

You said you had
Campeggio in your pocket,
that the verdict was ours!

It was. The queen's
direct appeal to the
Pope surprised us all.

Well, you should
have foreseen it.
How could I?

Instead, you have failed
and humiliated your king.

Your Highness, I feel I have
made an enemy of Lady Anne,
for reasons I do not understand.

You have made an enemy
of me because I have
the king's interests at heart,

and see how you betray them.
Your Grace, I beg you, no one
has ever served you as I.

While always serving
yourself first.

I've protected you, looked after
you, as if you were my own son.

See his arrogance?
He puts himself as an equal
to your father, the king.

Your Majesty...
He lives in palaces that
are larger than yours,

and behind your back, has
amassed wealth far greater than
yours. Open your eyes, my lord.

I'm afraid Mistress
Boleyn is still naive
about the court's ways,

and has swallowed whole
some of the idle rumors.

On the contrary, Mistress Boleyn
is extremely well-informed,

and has compiled a list
of your transgressions.
Would you like to hear them?

Stop it!
Stop it!

I can hardly
hear myself think.

I cannot have you both
in such disagreement.

Well, then you must
choose between us.

If you trust and prefer
the cardinal above me,

then I shall go,

but would never return
to court again.

Anne, I beg you,
don't make me do this.

Come here.

I thank you, your Majesty.

You have always
served me well.

You've been like
a father to me.

And I will go again
to Rome, on your behalf.

It's too late.

No, my lord.
My lord...

(rustling)

No, my lord.
My lord, no!

No, my lord! No!

Let go of me!

(Anne) Thank you, my lord.

So, Cranmer,
are you all right?
Do you need anything?

No. I am ready.

We have found a law--

an ancient law-- which
declares that it is treason

to acknowledge any
higher authority than
the will of the king.

I take it, the will of the king
is that he should divorce the
queen and marry Lady Anne?

Yes.

Then, under the
terms of this law,

the Church is obliged
to grant your will,

because it is
treasonable to say

that the Pope is a higher
authority than the king.

And where does
this law come from?

It was discovered by
doctors of divinity

at our great universities,

and dates from
the time of King John.

And you are satisfied
this is valid?
Absolutely, my lord.

But that would mean breaking
with the Catholic Church.

Can't we find another way?
Can't we go back to Rome?

What? And be
humiliated again?

England's sovereign, being
told what he can or cannot
do by decadent foreigners?

his Majesty
should not forget,

he comes from a line
of ancient kings

who predate
Rome's authority.

A simple act of supremacy
would merely restore things
to their rightful place.

But I would be
excommunicated,
and go to hell.

The Pope cannot
send you to hell.

As King of England,
you would be head of the Church,

and God's highest-ranking
servant on Earth.

You would simply be
excommunicated from
the corruption of Rome,

Your Majesty, and not
from the love of God.

Oh.

Marry me.

All this to have a son?

No.

For your love, Anne.

God take pity on me
for your love.

If I love you...

...will I be safe?

Of course.

Do I have your word?

My word, my heart...

...my life.

Well, then,

God help me.

(door opens/gasping)

Madam, it is the king's will
you absent yourself from court
and retire to Moore Park.

How can I absent myself,
when I am his queen?

I must inform you,
you are no longer his queen.

He cannot
do that to us.

Take the girl.

Leave her alone!

Leave her alone!
Let go of me!

Mother, do something!

How dare you?
Stand up for your folk!

You may see her again when
you agree to the king's wishes.

That I declare my
marriage invalid,

making myself a whore,
and my daughter a bastard?

Never.

I am the queen,
the king's lawful wife,
married in the eyes of God.

And no hastily drawn bill,
no ceremony held in secret,

can change that.

(man) Do you, Henry Tudor,
take thee Anne Boleyn,

to be thy lawful wedded wife?

(Henry) I will.

What is it?

No...

I was...

I was just wondering if,

now that we have
each other, you will...

What?

You won't lose interest?

In you?
Hmm.

(sighs)

The most captivating,

beautiful,

free-thinking woman
in the world...

How could any man
lose interest in you?

Once you dispose
of one queen...

I disposed of her so
I could be with you.

Yes, and because she
would not give you a son.

So I could be with you.

Be careful!
Careful!

Why?

(horn)

(dogs barking)

My lord,
it is the queen.

It is time.
You must come to court.

What England's
been waiting for!

(door opens)
(Henry) Anne.

(chuckling)

Anne.
(baby coos)

Where is he?
Where's my baby son?

My lord,
I have failed you.

I have given
you a daughter.

Daughter?

Daughter?

I have named
her Elizabeth,

after your mother.

Is the child healthy?
Perfectly, Sir.

Well...

...if we can have
a healthy daughter,

we can have
a healthy son.

(sobs)

(sobbing)

Pray for our king,

for he has fallen into
the hands of the devil.
(crowd) Yes.

Bewitched by the great
whore, he has rejected
his wife Katherine,

a true daughter of Christ.

(crowd boos)
(woman) Whore! Whore!

Punish them!

Henry, King of England,
having cast aside
Katherine, your queen,

in favor of Anne, your whore...

...your blood will
be drunk by dogs!

Let's go.

(crowd booing)

There is a wave of anger
up and down the country.

The people look
to you for a sign.

They would rise
up in support.

And your nephew
Charles, the emperor--

he would happily lead an
invasion against Henry.

This is the moment,
your Majesty.

With your word,
the bugle would sound.

You're very kind,

but no, Ambassador.

I will not give the word.

I've done England
enough harm already,

and I do not wish
to go to my grave

having made it any worse.

(woman giggling)

Who's this?

Lady Mary Somerset,
I believe.

Yesterday it was
Margaret Shelton.

The day before,
her sister Mary.

When we first met,
he couldn't keep
his eyes off me.

I would see my husband.

The king has asked
not to be disturbed.

(woman moans/giggles)

Not even by his wife?

By no one,
your Majesty.

Tell him I would see him.

Your Majesty, the king
cannot be... Wait!

You cannot ignore
me like this.
I am your wife.

Anne, I am busy.

The longer we are married,
the less time you spend with me.

Instead, you spend every
day with different whores.
(woman gasps)

Who's this one?
Some pear-shaped trollop
from the provinces, no doubt.

Dammit, do you know who
this is? Mistress Blake.
Oh.

Prospective governess
to our daughter, Elizabeth.

What?

You're becoming an
embarrassment, madam.
What is wrong with you?

I am standing up for myself.
That is all.

There's only one way
to improve your position,
and that's to give me a son.

I'd give you one if you
spent some time with me.

Don't forget, you need
to be involved as well.

Or, as head of the Church,
do you think you're now

so close to God, you can have
immaculate conceptions too?

I'll show you.
(Anne yelps)

Let me move.
Let me pleasure you--
Stay still!

(Henry grunts/Anne yelps)

Do you think I like
those filthy elaborations
you learned in France?

(screams)
They disgust me!

(Henry grunting/Anne yelping)

(Henry grunting/Anne screaming)

(Henry stops grunting/
Anne sobbing)

(crying)

From the king?
Good news, I hope?
Yes.

He's decided to overnight
here on his progress to
the West Country next week.

My sons Edward and Thomas
will be familiar to you.

How's my boy?
Excellent,
your Majesty.

And our
daughter Jane--

she's one of the
queen's ladies.

Is she?

Easy to overlook,
your Majesty.
Oh.

After all, there
are so many of us.

(horse neighs)

(yells)

Is he hurt?

My lord.
Get some help, now!

Lie still, sire.

(gasps)

(woman)
I'm sorry. I hurt you.

No, you do it well.

Very well.

(laughter)

(Henry) I'm interested,
Sir John.

Your daughter's been
at court a long time,

yet I've never
noticed her there.

Beauty is not her
first virtue, your Grace.

(Henry) Nonsense,
she radiates beauty.

And she's a wonderful nurse,
but I'm keen to know

if her other virtues
exceed her beauty.

Obedience...
Ah.

...humility, integrity.

Ah, really?
Then everything
my wife isn't!

(chuckles)

(laughter)

How is the queen?

We hear she is with child.

Indeed, yes. Let's hope
for her sake it's a boy.

The heartbeat is strong,
but races.

Races?
Really? Badly?

Nothing to be
too alarmed about,

but you must rest,
your Majesty.

For a woman of your age,

the next weeks of
the pregnancy are crucial.

(door opens/closes)

"Rest."
"Try not to worry."

Well, how can I, with a husband
that doesn't speak to me

and a court filled
with enemies and spies?

Sometimes I can hear
them talking about me
as if I'm gone already.

But if you
give him a son...

Yes, but what if
it isn't a son?

If the bump points, it's a boy.
If it's round, it's a girl.

Well, does it point, George,
or is it round? I don't know.

I try to compare it to the
way it was with Elizabeth,

but I can't remember!

I can't remember.

Oh, my beautiful sister.

(screaming)

Quick,
somebody help!

Edward.
Yes.

The queen--
she's in labor.

But the child wasn't
expected until...

(both) ...July.

Oh, my lord,

I'm so sorry.

Our son--
he was born dead.

What?

He came early.
There was nothing
I could do!

There's no
blame in that.

Dead?

You have killed him?
No!

My lord, the queen is weak.
The people are right.
You are a witch.

I must ask you to leave her.
A witch in collusion with
Protestants to torment me.

Please, my lord.
My lord, please.
Witch.

No!

My father bade me
do one thing as king,

just one--

have a son.

To fulfill his wish,

I have been married twice,

accepted excommunication,

risked invasion and civil war,

but what do I get?
What do I get?

Stillborn babies,
bastards, daughters...

The queen promised me--
she promised me sons.

She has betrayed me.
Get rid of her.

My lord, but how?

You are a lawyer.

I had a child
with her sister.
But she was married.

The child could
be her husband's.
The affairs in France?

Not conclusively proven,
and without a bastard child--
Find a way!

Find a way.

Well, there is...

No, it's nonsense.
What?

Last week, Lady Rochford
came to see me,

claiming to have information
about the queen.

She alleged that the queen
had committed... indiscretions.

Infidelities.

Who?

She mentioned...
Master Smeeton,

Henry Norris,

and Lord Rochford.

Her own brother?

(Cromwell)
George Boleyn, I arrest you
in the name of the king.

Let go of me!

I am guilty of nothing.
I will swear to it.

Take him.
I will admit nothing!

This is madness!

(crying) George,
arrested?
Come.

Cousin,
the tide is turning.

They mean to try Anne.

As earl marshal,
I shall have to preside.

As her uncle, it leaves
me in a terrible position,
but I have no choice.

This is no time for
sentiment. You must
distance yourself from her.

But she needs me.
Otherwise,
I promise you,

she will drag us all down
with her. Now go, leave her.

Go to the country.
Stay away from court.
You have no time to lose.

But she is my daughter.
Bid her farewell...

...and go.

(whimpering)

(person screaming)

(Norfolk) Master Kingston,
bring in the prisoner.

It's a sad day, when the
nobility of a country

does not stand for its queen.

Even sadder when that
same queen is charged
with adultery and incest.

Yes, "charged" is different from
"convicted," Master Cromwell.

Or is it not, in this court?

(murmuring)

(Cromwell) The charge
is that between the 24th

and 27th year of the reign
of our sovereign Lord,
Henry, King of England,

his wife, the queen, having
been seduced by the devil,

did knowingly commit adultery.

How do you plead?

Not guilty, my lord.

Further, as queen,

I challenge the right for
this court to try me at all.

(murmuring)

On what grounds?
They are not
my equals.

I caution her Majesty
against such arrogance

when we have a mountain
of evidence against her.

Correction--
a mountain of lies.

I have countless statements
from witnesses sworn under oath.

(Anne) Well, then,
either these people
have perjured themselves,

or you obtained your statements
with the rack and irons.

Does the queen presume
to call me a liar?

With greater justification
than you call me "whore."

My lords, why do we
tolerate such disrespect?

I have here a hundred
pages of confession

that show the queen has
committed fornication,

high treason,

and matters of a sexual nature
so offensive to God!

Then, can we not read
these statements?

And where are these witnesses?

Are they not present, so we
can hear them for ourselves?

They are condemned.
We will not insult his Majesty

by admitting their
evidence in his court.
Why not?

You insult him far more with
the perversion of justice that
is happening here in his name.

I hardly think this
queen is qualified to
speak of perversion.

(gavel banging)

Silence.

My noble Lords,

if what I fear is true--

namely, that you have
condemned me already--

well, then my testimony
is of no value.

But allow me, for the sake of
the record, and my conscience,

to say this:

The love I have for my brother

is the love any sister
would have for someone
with whom she's grown up,

nursed when sick, played
games with as a child.

That is the love I have for him.

As for these other gentlemen,

I have no more been
their lover than...

...than I would lie
on my own daughter's life.

Now, I admit that I have not
always borne towards the king

the humility that is fitting.

I admit that
I have been jealous.

I admit... that I failed
to provide him with a son.

But as God is my witness,

I have not betrayed him
in any other way.

That is my word.

You must put it
to your consciences.

(murmuring)

My lords...

...the time has come
to cast your votes.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

(man) Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

In which case, the burden
falls on me to pass sentence.

Anne, Queen of England,

you have been found guilty
of treason by this court.

It is therefore my duty
to sentence you to be
burned or beheaded

at the king's pleasure.

I told her
of your proposal.
And?

She rejected it, insisted
again on her innocence.

It would
spare her life.

Yes, but agreeing to an
annulment, she said, would
make her daughter a bastard--

something she could
never live with anyway.

Is she innocent?
I don't know.

You took her confession.
Indeed.

She must want to save
her soul, surely.
What did she say?

My lord, I could
never disclose--

I asked you a question.

That's to say,
she made no ment--

She did not feel
the need to confess.

I can hear a crowd.

Have they come
to see me die?
Yes, ma'am.

And the king,
where is he?

I heard he
has gone hunting.

Hunting? Oh.

Well, it's a fine
day for it. Hmm.

Cranmer told me they sent to
France for a special swordsman.

Apparently, I will feel nothing.

I must not forget to
reward him generously.

(metal clinking)

(loud knock)

It is time.

(clanging)

May God bless you,
my beautiful daughter.

The king will burn
in hell for this!

(woman)
You must speak out against
him from the scaffold.

You could turn the crowd.

The king is only doing his duty.

I forgive him.

So must you.

(Anne) Master Kingston.

Goodbye, Elizabeth.

I want my mummy.

I want my mummy.
I know.

(man) Pray for your soul...

(man 2)
You're going to hell, ma'am.

(clanging)

(crowd shouting)

(crowd shouting "whore")

(woman) Burn in hell!

(crowd shouting)

Good Christian people,

I come here to die,
according to law.

I will speak nothing
against him,

and beseech you all
to pray for the king,

our sovereign Lord,

the best prince
on the face of the earth.

Thus, I take my
leave of the world.

I beg you all to pray for me.

(in French)

(Anne speaks in French)

Forgive me, Mary,
if I was ever angry with you
or spoke with a sharp tongue.

Jesu, receive my soul.
Lord have pity on my soul.

Jesu, receive my soul.
Lord have pity on my soul.

Lord have pity on my soul...

God help me.

(♪ classical)