All language subtitles for Wolf Hall s02e04 Jenneke.eng

HOLBEIN:
- You were right that I should turn him to face us.

Jesus Maria.

He looks as if he would spring down
and trample you.

- I wish that France could see this.

Or the Emperor.

And the King of Scots.

- There can be copies, Majesty.

- CHAPUYS:
- I hear you have a visitor.

- Why don't you tell me all about it,
Eustache?

- Mon cher, you must not blame me

if your amours are of interest to all
Europe.

Hitherto, observers have been
frustrated

by your extreme discretion.

- HENRY:
- Yes, it's a good likeness.

- And, uh, what will you do

with this new daughter of yours?

Will you confess her to the world?

- I'll have a hard time keeping her
hid,

with you shouting about her in the
streets.

CHAPUYS CHUCKLES

- Law books.

It is your trade?

- You are aware, aren't you,

that, until this morning...

..I did not know you existed?

- I've shocked you with my arrival.

I'm sorry.
- When I came back here,

I was homesick for Antwerp.

I would have stayed for not much
encouragement.

- It was my mother's wish that you
would not be troubled.

- But why? Why did she not write to me

when she knew her condition?

I would have come back. I would have
married her.

Please tell her that.
- My mother is dead.

A cold to her chest last winter.

She said that...

..she did not want you to regard me

a mistake you would have to pay for.

But she took me to Mr Vaughan's
household to learn English.

Against the day.

I heard there was a revolt and you
were in danger, so I came.

Is it over? The rebellion?

- There's still some unrest.

But now the Queen is with child, so...

- So you're safe.

I need not have come.

Still, I'm...

I'm glad to see you.

Are you glad to see me?

- I'm...

I'm astonished.

BANGING ON DOOR

LOW CONVERSATION NEARBY

Alive?

- Alive.

- Maid or man?

CHEERING

- My lords...

- SHOUTING:
- ..a son!

- CHEERING

- The Lady Mary's looking more than
usually sour

on this happy occasion, don't you
think?

No doubt realising she will never now
be Queen.

Hmm.

- CHEERING

Is she recovered?

JANE GROANS SOFTLY

SHE MOANS AND RETCHES

LADY ROCHFORD:
- Grind it finer. And the other bowl.

- JANE GASPS

- Here.

Wait.
- Yes, my lady.

- Lady Rochford, she should not be
given

such rich food in her weakened state.

- Lord Cromwell. I've told you this
before.

These are women's affairs and none of
your concern.

- ROUSING FANFARE

JANE GASPS

FANFARE CONTINUES

- My son's procession.

- JANE SHIVERS

- The King and I, we may not attend
the christening.

It's tradition.
- Mm-hm.

- Will you go for me?

Tell me all that transpires?

- I will.

- Come. Come, Your Grace.

- Bess.

GREGORY:
- Of course you'll stay.

When my father is King and married to
Meg Douglas

and Lady Mary both,

then you shall be Princess Jenneke,

and we will speed through Whitehall

in our silver chariot, and throw buns
at the populace.

What can Antwerp offer next to that?

- GREGORY LAUGHS

Do people know who you are in Antwerp?

- Some guess.

You are well remembered in the town.

I ask myself...

..why did you not marry again, begin
another family?

- I have Gregory.

- Oh? And what have you done about
women since then?

- CROMWELL CHUCKLES

- An Englishwoman would not ask?

- Not out loud.

- Well, it's better to say the truth.

Of course, one buys women.

No doubt your people do it for you.

They are in awe of you.

- I'm in awe of myself. I never know
what I'll do next.

Don't go back, Jenneke.

I can protect you better here.

I'll make you a marriage,

if you think you can love an
Englishman.

- You chose Gregory's bride for him.

Would it be the same with me?

- Gregory is my heir.

It's not the same.

I'll give you your choice of
bridegroom, of course I will,

and I'll make you a good settlement.

This place must seem strange to you
now

but you will soon come to feel it's
home.

Think of Ruth in the Bible.

She adapted herself.

Did you know I served another master
before the King?

- Wolsey, the prelate?

- He had a daughter.

Dorothea. Illegitimate.

I offered her comfort and a home.

I offered her my own hand in
marriage...

..all for the love of her father.

But she rejected me.

She said I had betrayed her father, my
master,

at the end of his days.

- Did you?

Betray him?

- I don't know.

I don't think so.

But it's undone me, Jenneke.

Her accusation.

I've lost my way.

- Then leave this life.

Leave it.

Won't your King release you,

after everything you've done for him?

- CROMWELL SCOFFS

There's an abbey,

Launde, in the heart of England,

which will shortly come down.

It's a blessed place.

The bees there, they make honey
scented with thyme.

I have thought of it for myself,

once the abbot surrenders it,

that I might live there when I'm old

and all of this is over.

You could live there, too.

HE CHUCKLES

Don't laugh. You could.

You've come so far, Jenneke.

You won't abandon me, will you?

JANE GASPS

LABOURED BREATHING

WHISPERING:
- I would walk to Jerusalem if it would save her.

- FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

HENRY:
- Archbishop.

- Ego te absolvo a peccatis tuis,

in nomine Patris,

et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

HUSHED CONVERSATION

FOOTSTEPS RETREAT

That's just negligence.

Negligence.

They've suffered her to take cold.

They've suffered her to eat things

she should not have eaten.

If she'd married me, she'd be alive.

She'd be alive now.

I would have managed it!

SHOUTING: I would have managed it
better!

- It's down to you to get him through
this, Cromwell.

Through it and out the other side a
married man again.

That's all that's important now.

I mean no disrespect to our lord
prince but...

..we all know how easily a babe is
snuffed out.

- I suppose you could...feel out the
terrain, Crumb?

- SUFFOLK:
- Where are you going, my lord?

- To ask him.

That's what you want, isn't it?

DOOR OPENS

NORFOLK:
- The King's grieving.

Of course he's grieving. Lovely lady.
Who wouldn't?

But the Emperor and France creep close
to a treaty,

which is very displeasant to us.

Now, what would make them quarrel
faster than a marriage?

Let Henry claim a bride from France.

We could not only stipulate a good sum
of money

with the girl, but military aid,

should the Emperor attempt anything
against us.

Now, of course, we know that you'd
prefer marriage

with some German gospeller's daughter,

but that will not happen. And do you
know why?

Because it derogates from the honour
of our sovereign.

Henry wears a crown imperial and is
beholden to none,

whereas the best of these Germans is a
mere...

..a mere prince's daughter,

and the Emperor is their overlord...

..whatever they pretend.

- Hmm.

I'll not put a foot forward in this
matter, my lord,

unless I have the council behind me
and Parliament, too.

- Oh... I trust you.

You won't venture anything alone, my
Lord Privy Seal.

- I must go in to the King now.

- Well, let me come with you.

- Uh... Wh-What, introduce you
suddenly, like a surprise?

- Uh, well, then... say I'm right
outside. Say I...

I offer fatherly comfort and counsel.

- My lord.

The Duke of Norfolk wants an audience.

He threatens to talk to you like a
father.

- Does he?

I shall try to be a credit to him.

- He says it is your duty...

..to marry again.

- I could well be content to live
chaste my remaining days.

- Parliament will also petition Your
Majesty.

- Well, then,

I must set aside my own wishes, I
suppose.

What do we hear of the widow?

Madame de Longueville?

I feel I could...

..perhaps be interested in her, if in
any lady.

- There is a difficulty.

The King of Scots wants her.

- I do not call that a difficulty.

I shall not get such a pearl as Jane
again.

Talk to me again in a week, my lord.

I shall try to have a better answer
for you.

- CHORAL SINGING

Jenneke...

If you need me, if you ever need me,

send a message over the sea.

It will reach me.

Vaughan's people will send it by the
shortest route.

- Over the sea.

When I was little, I used to ask my
mother,

"Where did my father go?"

and she would say, "Gone...over the
sea."

I thought you had sailed to the
new-found lands

and would bring back treasure.

I used to watch for your ship coming
up on the Scheldt.

- If I'd known...

..I would have come.

- Then come with me now,

Father...

..to Antwerp that you were homesick
for.

But you will not.

- BEE BUZZES

BEES BUZZ

PEOPLE CALL OUT

- Don't you think you should take

the threat of an alliance seriously,
sir?

If France and Spain are at peace,

their attentions would turn to us.

- DOOR OPENS

Gregory!

Come in.

- You're busy.

- DOOR CLOSES

He's frightened of me.

I don't know why.

- Perhaps take him into your
confidence?

Show him you value his judgment.

- Give me your judgment on this.

100 pearls.

�300 for new clothes.

Sums dispensed for minstrels,

jewellery, gambling debts.

Large sums.

- Mary?

- Oh. Happily not your problem.

HE CHUCKLES

LADIES CHATTER AND LAUGH

- I'm told that you are unhappy about
my expenditure.

- The King is building a navy, my
lady.

Coastal fortifications.

There are so many claims on his
exchequer.

Some of your costs are hard to
justify.

- What costs?
- There are so many.

Daily presents to the child Eliza?

- She has lost two mothers in a year.

She is quite alone in the world.

You assisted me to return, my lord.

You instructed the court to treat me

as a princess in all but name.

You must not be surprised if I behave
like one.

I hear that my father brings our
ambassador

Stephen Gardiner back from France.

You did not know?

- RAFE:
- Gardiner.

- EXCITED CHATTER

- This is Norfolk's doing.

- LOW CHATTER

HENRY:
- A ten-year truce between France and Spain!

Ten years!

- It won't last. When did their
accords ever last?

It's more like a ten-minute truce.

- Read their terms and see how little
England is regarded.

- Perhaps the Bishop of Winchester

should return to Paris, sir, lodge
your protest in person?

- No, Gardiner stays here.

And why does the Emperor think the
King of France

will keep faith with him when he does
not keep faith with me?

He has broken every ancient agreement

between his realm and mine.

The kings of France and England

have always delivered up each other's
rebels.

So why has he not delivered up Pole?!

Never mind their truce.

Francois is in breach of his treaty
obligations to me!

He owes me four years' pension!

Tell the French...

My Lord Privy Seal... My Lord Privy
Seal,

tell the French if they will not pay
up,

I will invade them!

- Dear God! Tell them no such thing.

- If this truce lasts...

- It will not last.

- If it lasts, then our peril is
extreme.

With France as his ally, the Emperor
will think

conquering England simple enough.

And cheap...

..especially with the friends that
await him

as soon as he sets foot on our soil.

The old Plantagenet families. Pole's
people.

The Courtenays.

- If the Emperor invades, he'll set a
Pole on the throne.

They'll marry Mary into the family

and they'll make her their puppet.

They think they're descended from
emperors and angels,

these people.

To them, Henry Tudor is the son of
Welsh horse-thieves.

So, we'll start with Geoffrey Pole.

Wriothesley.

- How is he?

- Well enough, for a man with a hole
in him.

- CROMWELL: Geoffrey...

Geoffrey Pole.

I hear you tried to kill yourself.

Dear God.

Martin!

What were you thinking?

Do you need to lie down again or can
you come and sit?

I thought you and I understood each
other.

- Who can understand you, Cromwell?

- Well, there's a question.

Martin, can you fetch a candle,
please?

- Jesu, do not burn me.

- I've been feeing you for years,
haven't I?

I paid you to watch your family,

and yet you seem to know absolutely
nothing

about their dealings.

What is it, Geoffrey?

Is it negligence?

Or lack of capacity?

Or do you play me false?

Thank you, Martin.

The French are funny, don't you think?

The French merchants have a custom.

They call it la vente a la bougie.

Suppose you have something for sale -

it might be a bale of wool or books or
a castle -

all the interested parties are
gathered together,

there's some discussion, perhaps
there's a glass of wine,

and then the bidding begins,

and lasts until the candle burns down.

Martin, you can light the candle now.

When the candle burns out,

the bidding ceases and the deal is
done. Now,

you answer my questions before this
candle dies,

and I will offer you your life.

It'll be on my terms,

but still, it'll be your life. You can
live quiet,

away from court. So, you see,

that's what Wriothesley and I have for
sale.

Your life in return for information
about your family.

Now, so far, you've offered us, well,

a scant few pence worth, haven't you?

But Wriothesley, he thinks you're good
for �1,000.

So, have a think,

dig deep in your pockets

and see what you can come up with to
persuade me.

I want you to go back in to him.

He'll try to talk around the point.

Uh...

"I swear it was October...

"Oh, no, no, it might have been March.

"It might have been my mother.

"It might have been the Wife of Bath."

Nail him down on threats to the King.

Threats to the King himself.

And Francois.

I think the King of France is deeper
in this

than a brother monarch should be.

- You're going to bring them down?

The oldest, richest families in the
land?

- Like skittles.

Like jugs in an earthquake.

HE CHUCKLES

- But sir, if you...if you call a
traitor

everyone who has voiced a dislike of
the King

or his proceedings,

who does that leave alive?

- Me.

The Poles.

The Poles think the world will turn.

They know Henry is afraid of
excommunication.

They think a show of force will bring
him back to Rome.

But they're wrong. Henry won't turn.

He'll let me live a year or two,

and I'll make sure everything we've
done

can never be undone, and then, even if
Henry does turn,

I won't turn.

I'm not too old to take a sword in my
hand.

- You would...take arms against the
King?

- That's not what I said.

Send a man to Wyatt.

Tell him I want to speak to him.

Out now, Wriothesley.

Go out now.

I'll speak to Wyatt alone.

I hear you did great deeds against the
rebels, Tom.

- Not really.

Half the time they ran away at night.

- I want you to resume your role

as the King's ambassador to the
Emperor.

- Is there no other possible
assignment? - There is not.

HE SIGHS

- Mmm.

I hate Spain.

The Inquisitors think all Englishmen
are Lutherans.

They put spies in my house,

they steal my letters...

..and, in truth, I cannot read the
Emperor at all.

I hear the words he says, but nothing
that lies beneath them.

His face never changes.

- It doesn't matter. You have only one
task -

to break up this alliance between the
Emperor and France.

- But does their pact not suit your
purposes, my lord?

With France and Spain at peace,

will Henry not be required to seek
other allies?

Allies such as the German princes.

Isn't that what you want?

To force the King into an alliance

with others who've thrown off Rome's
yoke?

- Yes, and I'll pursue those alliances
in other ways.

But if this pact between France and
Spain endures,

the Emperor will invade, put Mary on
the throne,

and all that we've gained will be
swept away.

You must force them apart.

KNOCK ON DOOR

DOGS BARK AND HOWL

- He's still alive.

He rose from the table after dining

and then fell under it.

When we pulled him out, he was black
in the face.

He coughed up blood, but I think
that's what saved him,

for he then drew breath again.

- We'd feared such a crisis.

We try to keep the wound open to keep
it clean,

but it tries to close,

trapping the dead matter within.

- What do you advise?

- What we always advise - a spare
diet,

water his wine, keep the leg up.

- Hopeless.

It's the hunting season.

- HENRY:
- Cromwell!

There you are.

In your absence, I fear we took a
tumble.

Oh.

What news?

- Majesty, you must not think of
transacting business today.

- No? Then who will rule, Dr Butts?

- God protect Your Majesty.

- HENRY SNAPS HIS FINGERS

Now hostilities between France and the
empire are...

..suspended,

their attention turns to us.

The German princes have formed a
league -

they call it the Schmalkaldic League -

to defend themselves against the
Emperor.

As England needs friends,

who better than these princes?

You would have me wed a Lutheran?

Duke Wilhelm of Cleves is not a
Lutheran.

Like yourself,

he walks his own path...

..a guiding light to his people,
Majesty.

He's offered to send a picture of his
sister, Anne,

whom, they say, exceeds Madame de
Longueville

as the golden sun exceeds the silvery
moon.

- Well, then, let them send the
picture.

And find out what these German princes
will do for us

if we find ourselves under attack.

What other news?

- There is a priest, Your Majesty,
John Lambert.

- A heretic.

Old Archbishop Warham charged him in
45 articles.

- And then died before the hearing
could be completed.

Cranmer has been reasoning with him,

but he continues to preach,

saying only Christ, not priests, can
forgive sin.

- Well, then, let him be tried again.

- He asks if he might present his case
privately

to Your Majesty, as head of the
Church.

- Bring him before me.

I will debate him...

..in public, I think.

- I think he...
- What? You fear for me?

I am well able for any heretic.

And I must carry the torch of faith
high,

where my friends and enemies can see
it.

- EXCITED CHATTER FROM INSIDE

Archbishop.

- Thomas.

This Lambert will ruin us.

I have begged him to be circumspect,

and he said, "Act the man, Cranmer.

"Stand up for the truth,

"as you know it to be in your heart."

Here's Gardiner.

- Stephen.

Welcome home.

- I don't know what you've been doing
in my absence, Cromwell.

Why have you tolerated an Anabaptist?

Unless, of course, you are one.

- And is that likely?

These people you call Anabaptists,

they serve no king.

They deny the child his book.

They say we live in the last days,

so why learn anything?

You know I have nothing to do with
this sect.

- Perhaps not.

After all, you lay up treasure on
Earth, don't you?

Indeed, you do little else.

- FANFARE PLAYS

HENRY:
- And the body of Christ.

Is it present in the sacrament?

- Your Majesty being so well learned,

a prince of rare sagacity...

- I did not come here to be flattered.

Just answer.

- St Augustine says...

- I know about Augustine. I want to
hear from you.

Well?

What do you say, Lambert?

Is it Christ's flesh?

His blood?

- No, sire.

- GASPS AND MURMURS

- No?

- No.

It is not Christ's flesh.

- PEOPLE EXCLAIM

- May as well set fire to him now.

- And what about women?

Is it lawful for a woman to teach?

- In case of necessity, yes.

- And may priests marry?

- Yes.

Any man should, if he has not the gift
of chastity.

St Paul is clear in the matter.

- The vicegerent,

who is my deputy in all matters
spiritual, will speak now.

- Majesty, having heard your reasoning
today,

I do not think anything is wanting.

MURMURING

- What? Nothing is wanting?

Well, go on, Cromwell, reason the
case.

You think no-one wants to hear you?

I want to hear you.

You agree with him, don't you?

- EXCITED CHATTER

The man's a heretic! Heresy!

No, I think Gardiner has been seeing
the King behind my back,

pulling at his sleeve,

telling him how the French are
disgusted by our Reformation,

and the Emperor is appalled.

Telling him how he must prove himself
a good Roman at heart.

As if his great cause...

..his great cause is just some silly
quarrel

that can be patched in a fortnight,

and seven years' work, seven years'
work dismissed...

- It is too late for a speech now,
master.

- And of course, Gardiner's right, God
rot him.

How could I speak in support of the
King...

..and condemn a man whose views I
entirely share?

- Well, you cannot pick and choose.

If you serve a prince

week to week or cause to cause...

..sometimes all you can do is try to
lessen the damage.

- Today we failed.

- What we have begun...

..will not come to fruition in one
generation, my friend.

You're past 50.

I not much less.

Maintain your rule, for the gospel's
sake,

for as long as you can. I shall do the
same.

- But...but, Thomas,

what good is my rule if I cannot save
John?

If he can burn John Lambert...

..he can burn any of us.

Any of us.

I should have spoken.

- I have been told by those I trust

there is no faith or truth in
Cromwell.

- WORDS ECHO

HE COUGHS

HE EXHALES

HE COUGHS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

- Master?

- HE SHIVERS

- By the mass, I have never known a
living man so chilled.

- Richard...

- Master.

- This l-l-letter.

Take it to the King.

HE GASPS

Go yourself.

- I will. I will.
- Ride... Ride to him. - Rest.

Rest. I will go.
- Tell him I'll see him soon.

HE GRUNTS

- Lie down, lie down.

Lie down. Be still.

- HE MUMBLES AND GASPS

- Your malady rushes on you fast,

but I'll go now.

- You have to be still, master.
- WEAKLY: I know.

A porter l'epee!

LOW CONVERSATION

- You look very ill, Cromwell.

There is a rumour flying around that
you are dead.

- Well, as you see, Stephen.

HENRY:
- Do you suppose this inconvenience of yours is over?

- It is. Majesty, I have news from
Cleves.

- Yes?

- I know the Bishop of
Winch...Winchester

has much in hand. Perhaps he would
like to continue his day?

Duke Wilhelm would like to be assured
of

the dower arrangements for his sister,

and...

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

..how...how she will be left,

if Your Majesty should pre-decease
her.

- Why? Does she think that likely?

- Such arrangements are comprehended

in any marriage contract.

You cannot be so ignorant of the
wedded state, Stephen,

that you do not know that.

- Well, I imagine the lady would be
struck to the heart.

She would care more about the loss of
the King's person

than for any worldly advantage.

- Yes, that is why the bride's kin
make a contract...

..so that when she is...

..newly widowed,

she does not weep herself out of her
rights.

- I am known for generosity.

Duke Wilhelm will find nothing to
complain of.

- There is, um, another matter.

A little over ten years ago,

a marriage was proposed between Lady
Anne

and the heir of the Duke of Lorraine.

- Yes, but that matter was raised last
year.

And when the contract was drawn up, it
was found

that the parties were but ten and
twelve years old.

I see no impediment to our union.

Why is this being bought up again?

- GARDINER:
- All the same,

we had better see the Articles of
Revocation.

- HE BREATHES SHAKILY

It is my understanding that the
wedding contract

was written into a larger text

which was not formally revoked,

because it was part of a treaty of
friendship.

Shall I have someone write all this
down for you, Gardiner?

- See?

Would not this delight the Emperor?

Division among my counsellors?
Contention and strife?

Cranmer is to give dinner tonight at
Lambeth Palace.

You will both attend,

and you will sit together in amity

and be reconciled.

Now, Cromwell,

if that is all...?

- GARDINER:
- I was trying to remember, Cranmer,

when was it?

1514?

Something like that?

In Rome, when Cardinal Bainbridge
died.

It was given out at the time

that one of his own household poisoned
him.

- You know different, do you?

- They arrested a priest, name of
Rinaldo,

but I've often suspected that he did
not act alone.

This was all before your time, of
course.

Bainbridge took ill at the dinner
table.

- Hmm.
- A powder in his broth.

- Like when Bishop Fisher was
poisoned.

- GARDINER:
- Hmm.

- When the cook was boiled alive.

- We are losing our appetites here.

- Ha-ha!

- The powder was bought in Spoleto.

I know the shop.

- Does the shop know you?

NORFOLK:
- This, um...

This priest Rinaldo, I...

..suppose somebody paid him to do it?

- Naturally. Bishop Gigli.

- DRINK POURS

- Wolsey's old crony?

- Exactly.

Wolsey's chief friend in Rome.

With Bainbridge removed,

Wolsey was clear to be the next
English cardinal.

You were in Rome then, weren't you,
Cromwell?

It's interesting, that.

- CRANMER:
- How were you in Rome, my Lord Cromwell?

- Private business.

I did not know Wolsey then.

- You always knew Wolsey.

- Oh, Bainbridge was a choleric man.
He drove himself.

Such men can perish with the heat of
Italy.

Besides, I always heard that

the priest retracted his confession
before he died. - Yes.

So who was the murderer?

- You are seriously accusing Lord
Cromwell?

- He was no lord in those days.

- My lord?

- I'm sorry.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

My Lord Bishop, I...

I forget what you were saying.

- Wolsey scarcely had the grace to
hide his hand in the murder.

He and Bishop Gigli were fast friends.

When I was his secretary. I saw the
letters in the files.

- NORFOLK:
- Do you know what I think?

We're better off without cardinals

and proud old prelates such as we used
to have.

Now, the archbishop here,

at least he conducts himself
humble-wise.

You can tell by his countenance

that he spends his time at prayer,

instead of brow-beating noblemen

and plotting their downfall.

And wrangling and cheating and
embezzling,

all of which were daily proceedings

with Cardinal Thomas Wolsey.
- My Lord Norfolk, you...

- Yes, and promoting false knaves to
positions of trust,

soliciting bribes, falsifying deeds,
bullying his betters,

consorting with conjurers

and generally thieving, lying and
cheating, all to the detriment

and ruin of the commonweal and the
shame of the King.

- For shame, Thomas.

- NORFOLK CHOKES

- He's an old man.

- I'll gut you!

- NORFOLK GURGLES

- Well, I don't know when I've enjoyed
a peace conference

as much as I've enjoyed this one.

- NORFOLK GASPS

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