All language subtitles for The.Tudors.S02E02.720p.Blu-Ray.DTS.x264

- And I say we continue
to insist

upon the Church's immunity
from secular interference;

and we shall continue
to insist upon it

because that immunity

was ordained by God.
[Audience murmuring]

And this immunity from secular
interference should extend

to the ordained priests and
servants of our Holy Church,

and they should be free
from the threat

of murder and harm,
by the use of poison...

[Applause]

...or any other foul means,
when their only crime

has been to obey God's law

and uphold the sanctity
of the Church.

[Applause]

I beg you to understand...

- The King can't allow this.

The vote is crucial.

One way or another,
he must break the Church,

now and for always.

[Bells tolling]

[People chattering]

- Hey, Mark.
- What is this, Mr. Wyatt?

It's Christmas!
The season of goodwill.

What's wrong
with everyone?

- There's no mirth this year
because everything is different.
- How?

- In case you hadn't noticed,
the Queen and her ladies
aren't here.

- Why should we all be sad
about that?
[Chuckling]

- You know what the French say:
a court without ladies

is like a garden
without flowers.

[Laughing]

- Lady Anne,
a Christmas present

from His Majesty.

- Thank you, Your Majesty.

- I've also had a great bed
made for you.

It's almost ready.

- Your Majesty, a present
from the Lady Anne.

- Boar spears.

- Made after the Biscayan
fashion, apparently.

- The best.

[Ladies gasping]
[Laughing]

Thank you, sweetheart.

- Another present
for Your Majesty.

- Come closer.

It's very fine.

Who sent it to me?
- Her Majesty

Queen Katherine, Your Majesty.

- I will not receive it.
Take it away!

[Sighing]

- Don't let her
spoil everything.

- Your Majesty, the Chancellor
Sir Thomas More.

- Sir Thomas.

- Majesty.
Mistress Anne.

I have a seasonal gift for you.

With your permission.

It reminds us of what
we have to celebrate.

- Thank you, Sir Thomas.
I will treasure this.

We must meet soon,
Thomas.

There's a great deal to do with
the business of management
of this kingdom.

There's still a great clamour
against the privileges

enjoyed by the clergy,
and their abuse of it.

Further measures will certainly
have to be taken.

- I look forward to consulting
with Your Majesty.

- Thomas.

Happy Christmas.

[Music and laughter]

- Your Majesty.

- Charles!

- Majesty.
- Happy Christmas.

- Happy Christmas.

- Game of tennis?
- Good idea.

May I speak with you honestly?
- I hope so.

- Are you really gonna marry
Mistress Boleyn? Whatever
the consequences,

whatever her history?

- Why do you ask, Charles?

What do you mean:
"whatever her history?"

- I have it on very good
authority that she and
Thomas Wyatt were once lovers.

Apparently she fornicated
with him on many occasions,

sometimes brazenly entering
his chambers at night.

- I've heard those rumours.
She denies it.

- Well, she would,
wouldn't she?

- I said she denies it!

Happy Christmas.

[Christmas greetings]

- How do you find the King,
Mr. Cranmer?

- I swear to you, Mr. Cromwell,
that he really is the kindest
of princes.

- I think you were born
at a happy hour,

for it seems, do or say
what you will,

His Majesty will always
take it at your hand.

- I am not so conceited

as to suppose I am
anything more to His Majesty
than a diligent servant.

- Your modesty does you honour.

But His Majesty clearly thinks
that you are destined
for better things.

Which is why
he has appointed you

his special envoy to the court
of the Emperor.

- He can't possibly do that!

What... what I mean is...

is, why me?

I... I am nothing, Mr. Cromwell.

- His Majesty trusts you
absolutely.

He knows that you understand
his Great Matter

better than anyone else,
and that you take his part.

You're in a better place
than most to represent him
at the Imperial court.

I'm sure that you'll be
a great success.

And on your way there,
you'll have a chance to visit
the city of Nürnberg.

The first city wholly run
by Lutherans and reformers.

A city free of ancient
superstitions and idolatry.

Free of Popery and
the abuses of the clergy.

I shall look forward
to your report.

- The Duke of Suffolk
has taken it upon himself
to repeat the gossip

about you and Mr. Wyatt.

- And do you believe
any of it to be true?

- If I did,

would I be walking
here with you?

- I suppose

you've banished the Duke
from court?

[Mysterious music]

- I've asked the French
ambassador to come and see me.

I want him to draw up a new
treaty of alliance with France.

To nullify the threat
against the Emperor.

- I'm glad. You know my
sentiments towards France.

But, forgive me...

what has that got to do with me?

- There is another reason
why I want to see him.

I intend to arrange a visit
to France for both of us.

I want to present you,
formally,

to King Francis,

but as my future wife

and the future
Queen of England.

- Oh, my God!

[Religious music, choir singing]

- Your Grace.
May we speak?

I am here to inform Your Grace,

as Archbishop of Canterbury,

that the King intends
to put a bill

before the new session
of Parliament.

- What does it concern,
Mr. Cromwell?

- In the first place,
it means to deny the Pope much
of the revenue he now receives

from the English Church.
It also means to lay indictments

against the privileges of
leading clergy in this country.
- Mr. Cromwell,

what could be the cause
of this further attack
upon our Holy Church?

- People can see for themselves
that the monasteries

are already sitting on a
great wealth, which could be
better applied elsewhere

for the good of the whole
commonwealth. For the good of
ordinary, hard-working people.

- This does not strike me

as an attack
against abuses.

But rather, an open attack

upon our faith...

[Coughing]
...and the faith
of our ancestors.

- If that is your judgement,
Your Grace, it is not mine.

Neither is it
the King's.

- Nan!

- Yes, Madam?
- Draw me a bath.

The walk has made me cold.
- Yes, Madam.

- I've got such exciting news.

We're going to Paris.

I'm going to be presented
before the King.

[Ominous music]

Nan!

Who has been in
the apartment today?

- Nobody, Madam.
Not to my knowledge.

Why?

- Here is a book of prophecy.

This is the King,

this is the Queen...

and this is myself,

with my head cut off.

[Footsteps approaching]

- His Grace the
Duke of Suffolk.

- Your Grace. I have
His Majesty's order

to banish you from court.

You have displeased him,
it seems.

- Who are you, Mr. Cromwell?

I feel like I should know,
but somehow I don't.

- I am exactly as
Your Grace finds me.

I serve His Majesty
to the best of my ability.

- Someone told me that you were
once a mercenary soldier.

- I saw some action in my youth.

As did Your Grace, I believe.

- But I was never
a soldier of fortune.

If I displeased the King,
it was in a good cause.

- I'm sure.

Although some
would argue otherwise.
- Like you?

- I would never have
the temerity to argue

with Your Grace.
- Not to my face anyway.

- Here is the order. You are
to leave court at once.

[All talking excitedly]
- I have here, in my hands,

the oath which all members of
the clergy swear to the Pope

at the time of their
consecration!

It is in clean contrast

to the oath they swear to us.

My beloved subjects...

We thought the clergy

were wholly our subjects.

But now we can see they are
only half our subjects...

if they are our subjects at all!

My Lords,

I demand to know,

whose subjects are you:

the Pope's

or mine?

[Murmuring]

- Sir George Throckmorton,
Your Honour.
- Sir George!

Very glad to see you.

I know you are
a good Catholic man

who has never been afraid
to speak his conscience.

- So, in truth, should
every man, Your Honour.

- Indeed. But these days,
it seems there are many

who can be bullied
into silence, or worse,

into acting against
their conscience.

Mark my words, George:
these next few days

will determine the future
of our faith.

Whatever Mr. Cromwell says,

however he dresses his
argument up with honeyed words,

the effect remains the same:
he is demanding

that the clergy submit
themselves totally to the King's
will and to secular authority.

God forbid he should
ever succeed!

If he does, there will be no
more Church, no more religion,

no more spiritual life
in this kingdom!

Cromwell might as well rape
the Blessed Virgin himself!

- Your Honour!

- That's why I'm asking you,
asking you and people like you,

to remain strong and true.

If you do,

then you will deserve
God's great reward,

and much worship will
come to you personally.

Believe me,

in time even the King himself
will thank you.

- We give thanks

for the reign
of the King's Grace,

and we ask God's blessing on him

and on his people...

But on this holy day,
we are obliged to say

that some of your Highness's
preachers are these days

too much like those
of Ahab's days,

in whose mouths was found

a false and lying spirit.

[People whispering]
Theirs is the gospel of untruth,

not afraid to tell of licence
and liberty for monarchs,

which no Christian king
should dare

even to contemplate!
[People clamouring]

I beseech Your Highness
to take heed,

not to pursue the path
you seem to be taking,

or you will surely
follow Ahab,

who married
the whore Jezebel,

and surely will incur
his unhappy end, that dogs

will lick your blood
as they licked Ahab's...

which God avert and forbid!

[Shouting and clamouring]
Unhand me, you dogs!

I am a man of God!

Unhand me!

Unhand me!

[Clamouring]

I am a man of God! Unhand me!

- You shameless friar!
You'll be sewn in a sack

and thrown into the Thames
if you don't speedily
hold your tongue.

- Keep your threats for
your fellow courtiers.

As for us friars, we take
no account of them at all,

since we know very well
that the way to heaven is
as good by water as by land.

[Cawing]
[Gavel pounding]

- All rise for the King!

[People whispering]

- Parliament
is in session!

- My Lords...

Your Graces...

Have you come
to a decision?

Do you still deny me,

or do you accept

the authority of your King?

- Your Grace.

- Your Majesty.
[Coughing]

[Coughing]

Here is...

the submission of the clergy...

to Your Majesty's will.

[People whispering]

- There.

- Thank you, Archbishop.
- They've surrendered.

The Church is broken.

- I never thought
I would live

to see this day
in England.

- Now, by act of Parliament,
heretics are free

to swan around the streets
of London without check.

- If I could weep,
Sir Thomas,

I would weep
tears of blood.

[Sighing]
[Door opening]

- Sir Thomas More.

- Sir Thomas.

- Your Majesty.

I come to offer my resignation
from my post as Chancellor.

I ask Your Highness
to allow me

to withdraw
from public life,

so that I may spend
what time remains to me

provisioning my soul,

and in the service of God.

In this bag I carry
the Great Seal of my office,

which I find now
too heavy to hold.

- I discharge you...

most willingly.

In everything you have done
for me, Sir Thomas,

you have always...

been good and gracious,

both in private

and in public affairs.

- Majesty.

I promise on my honour

that I will never speak publicly

of Your Majesty's Great Matter.

But now, in private,

I must confess to you,
as someone

who once enjoyed Your Majesty's
confidence and friendship,

my deepest belief that,
if Your Majesty saw fit

to be reconciled
with Queen Katherine,

the divisions and hurts
of your Kingdom

would at once be healed.

There. I've said it.

And now my lips
are forever sealed.

- Thomas!

I will hold you to that promise.

- Lady Elizabeth. I come
on the King's business.

- Mr. Wyatt.

- Where is
the Lady Katherine?

- Her Majesty is at prayer
and will be for a long time.

She cannot be disturbed.

- I am charged to deliver this.
- What is it?

- A command that Lady Katherine
return her official jewels.

Lady Elizabeth...

- What do you want?
- You know what I want.

- Mr. Wyatt, I have no intention
of becoming your mistress.

Nor anyone else's,
for that matter.

I shall be a virgin
when I marry, but I doubt

I shall marry at all. I would
rather be a bride of Christ.

- A nun? I don't think so.

Check your pocket.

"Would God thou knewest
the depth of my desire...

"Then might I hope, thou
nought I can deserve...

Some drops of grace would
quench
my scorching fire."

[Door opening]

[Festive music, laughter]

- I trust all
the arrangements

have been made
for my visit to France?
- Yes, everything is prepared

and ready, Your Majesty.
King Francis

is most eager to see
Your Majesty again,

and to sign with you a new
alliance of friendship.

- And the Lady Anne?

- She will be received
with all due honour.

- I'm very glad to hear it.

I only want
the best for her.

I want this visit to be special.

And I don't want
anything to spoil it.

Do you understand me?

- I understand. Completely.

And so does His Majesty.

[Applause]

- Thank you, Mr. Smeaton.

- Sweetheart.

- Your Majesty, this is
the young gentleman
I told you about:

Mark Smeaton.
- Mr. Smeaton.

The Lady Anne has told me
a lot about you.

She says you play very well.

Play something for us.

- Your Majesty.
[Snaps his fingers]

[Lively air]

- I know it was wrong
for the Duke of Suffolk
to say what he did,

but do you think it's possible
we could forgive him?

- If you forgave him
so quickly,

some people might think
that there was some truth

to what he said.
- Yes, but to refute them,

to answer the matter directly
and to show how much
I trust you,

I will do a more
important thing.

I will invite Mr. Wyatt
to come to France with us.

That way, no one can
accuse me of jealousy,

or the slightest
suspicion.

- My love, you have
no reason to be suspicious.

Nor will ever have.

- I've received a most
illuminating letter from
our friend Cranmer.

It appears that, in Nürnberg,

clergy are allowed to marry.

And Mr. Cranmer has taken
full advantage of that fact.

- You mean he got married?
- So it seems.

- Well, it won't do
his career much good here.

Being illegal.

[Chuckling]
- Well, it's illegal for
the clergy to marry now, yes.

- What are you saying?

You want priests
to be able to marry?

- Perhaps I have never fully
explained myself to you,
Your Lordship.

When, to you and to others,
I have attacked the practices

of the Catholic Church--

pilgrimages and the
worshipping of saints,

crawling to the cross,

veneration of priests...

I've never been interested
in reforming them.

No.

My real,
my only interest

is in destroying them.

- [Whispering]: On the contrary,
Mr. Secretary.

I think we understand
each other perfectly.

[Applause]

- There is
something else,

something very important,
which must be done

before we can
sail for France.

- What?

Tell me!
- Shh...

[Giggling]

- Make way for the Lady Anne.
Make way.

- To all and singular, as well
nobles and gentiles as others

to whom these presents
shall come, it is the King's
pleasure, by this patent,

to confer on the Lady
Anne Boleyn,

in her own right,
and on her offspring,

the noble title
of Marquess of Pembroke.

And also by this patent,
to grant her lands

worth 100,000
pounds a year,

for the maintaining
of her dignity.

- The patent of your nobility.

- Thank you, Your Majesty.

- His Majesty the King
and the Lady Anne Boleyn,

Marquess of Pembroke.
[Formal greetings]

- Corpus Domini nostri
Jesu Christi

custodiat tu in vitam aeternam.

Our dearly beloved archbishop
Warham.

- He died peacefully...

if one can say such
a thing at such a time.

- He is, perhaps, fortunate
to be gathered now into heaven,

before the final ruin

of the Church he loved
and served.

- You are resigned then,
Sir Thomas, to our ruin?

- I don't know what else
can be done.

We fought, and we failed.

All I want now is
to be left in peace.

To write and pray.

- Surely we have a duty still
to act in the interests
of Christendom,

whatever the cost!

- I have no fear of the cost.

But I have...

abjured the public realm.

It no longer interests me.

As it no longer interests
His Grace.

[Praying]

- Mistress Darrell.

- I came to give you
your poem back.

- You cannot
give a poem back.

Or a kiss.

Or a thought.

- I'm sorry that
you are unhappy.

Burning, as you say.

I'm sure I've done
nothing to cause it.

- Nothing?

My Lady, you are
full of causes.

Your hair...

your eyes...

your lips...

All are causes of my desire.

- I must go to Mass.

- I know you must. I know.

Stay a moment.

- Oh, what are you doing?

- Giving you a chance

to be penitent...

my beautiful, pious lady.

- Margaret,

darling daughter...

It might come to pass

that I could be held to account
for my beliefs.

- But the King allows
for your conscience...

- Nonetheless, it's better
to be prepared.

- I don't understand.

- Sweetheart...

We must discuss
the question of martyrdom.

No, no. Shh, shh...

Listen.

Because if I thought
my wife and children

would encourage me
to die in a good cause,

it would so comfort me,

that in great joy I would

merrily run to death.

Please.

Please.

[Sobbing]
- Oh, Father!

- What do you think?

They are all in the French
fashion.
[Chuckling]

This is the damask you gave me.

Do you like them?

I so want you to be proud of me!
- Oh, I will be.

And these will help.

These are the jewels
of the Queens of England.

I shall have them
reset for you.

- I don't know what to say.

- Yes, you do.

- I love you.

I love you with
my every breath.

With every fibre
of my being.

I love you
and I am yours.

- And I am yours.

- Wait!

You have been
so kind to me...

let me be kind to you.

My love...

My love...

- You are travelling with
the King to France?
- I am.

- Will you consider
carrying out your mission
while you are there?

- If there is a good
opportunity, yes.
- I tell you this:

if you succeed in killing
the King's whore,

you will be the beloved of God,

of His Holiness,
and of the Emperor--

and truly of all the faithful
people of England.

- And if I should die
in the attempt?

- Then the Emperor would look
after your family here on earth.

And you would be welcomed
into heaven,

by a fanfare of angels.

[Ceremonious music]

- My dearest brother.

- Mon frère.

Mon ami.
[Applause]

- Bienvenue.

We are here to renew
our friendship

and that of our two nations.

Come! Let us celebrate!
[Applause]

[Festive music, conversations]

- Santé.

This is a wonderful feast,
brother.

- Merci.
- But... where is she?

Where is the Lady Anne?

- She will be here.

- I am sorry my wife and sister
changed their minds about
meeting her.

But what do you expect?

Souvent femme varie,
bien fol qui s'y fie!

- Women are often variable.
Only madmen believe them!

- Exactement.
[Laughing]

I have it in mind,
brother,

that you and I

should make arrangements
for a joint crusade.

- Like... Richard Coeur de Lion!
- Absolument!

Warriors of God.

And of course, no one will be
happier than His Holiness

if we should commit ourselves
to reconquer the Holy Land.

- But still,

we would be joint leaders
in this venture. Yes?

[Laughing]

- Of course!

[Conversations in French]

- Your Grace.

I'm delighted to see you
returned to His Majesty's
good graces.

It gives me much pleasure

to invite you and the Duchess

to dine with us
while we are in Calais.

- Not as much pleasure
as it gives me

to refuse
your invitation.

My Lord.

- There are rumours

that Your Grace secretly
supports the Queen,

and are against the King
in this Great Matter.

And yet, for so long,
you took immense pride

in being totally indifferent
to the machinations and
politics of this world.

So what happened to you?

- I grew up.

- Mistress Boleyn! You must feel
so excited to be back in France,

after all your little
adventures here.
- Tut, Mark.

You ought to remember
that I'm still in mourning
for my poor husband.

- Well, I wouldn't have called
him poor. Dull, certainly.

[Laughing]
- And impotent.

- Really?

- I can't wait to ride

some young French stallion
while I'm here.

- Well, between
you and me,

neither can I!

[Exclamations]

- Ohh!

Magnifique!

[Applause]

She's ravishing.

- Bravo!

[Laughing]

[Applause]

- Qui êtes-vous?

Do I know you?

[Exclamations]
Ahh!
[Laughing]

La belle Anne.

[Applause]

♪

Cette époque où vous
et votre soeur

étiez demoiselles de compagnie
auprès de ma reine...
- Mm-hmm?

- Je m'en souviens
comme si c'était hier.

- Votre Majesté
est très gracieuse.

Mais il est des choses,
peut-être,

que votre Majesté
connaît à mon sujet...

je préférerais que vous
les gardiez secrètes

et qu'elles ne soient...

jamais mentionnées au Roi.

- Hmm...

Madame la Marquise,

I am a Frenchman.

I would never betray
the secrets of a woman,

especially a beautiful woman,
who must naturally have
a great many.

- Do you really support
my marriage to the King?

- Bien évidemment.
For one thing,

I hate the Emperor,

so that anything which
discomforts him,

like the divorce
of his aunt,

pleases me immeasurably.

But also, I know you are
a friend of France,

so... we can do business.

- But there is something else?

- Oui.

It is not my place to
say this, Madam, but...

perhaps we know
each other well enough.

The fact is, the station
you will be asked to occupy

is not an easy one...

especially to those
not born to it.

It is much harder to have
everything than to have nothing.

If I had not been
born to be King,

I would certainly not have
wished that fate upon myself.

Vous comprenez?

- Oui, oui, je comprends.

Majesté.

- I've tried to run from
the fire that burns me.

But when I look around,

there the fire still is.

- Hello, sister.
[Laughing]

When you remember how it was,

when we were here before--

could you ever have
imagined this, Mary?

[Chuckling]
- Not for all the world.

But then I am not
as clever as you.

- I promise you

-and I can tell only you-

that the thing
I have so longed for

will be accomplished here.

[Laughing]

[Wind howling, rain pouring]

[Thunder rumbling]

- I thought Francis behaved
himself rather admirably.

You looked beautiful.

[Thunder rumbling]

[Light, airy vocals]

[Rain pouring]

- Now, my love...

let me conceive.

And we will have a son.