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You're my Elizabeth...

and no one else
is to play with you.

You have the backing

of every single Catholic
in this country.

I question why
we are asked to fund

a war we were told was won.

Because it was!
Or do you believe

stealing a girl away
in the middle of the night

and pleading for French
assistance the act of winners?

All this for me?

My wife questions
whether you and Catherine

are the best guardians
for Jane,

matching her with the king
in the future.

Listen! I am meant to conduct--

Enough!

You are in this room
not to rule

but to learn
from those that do, from me.

What you've done
does not matter.

It's what people think
you have done

that is all that matters now.

Your hands are cold.

All those things
that upset you...

just leave them behind
at Chelsea.

You'll make yourself unwell.

Is it not to your liking,
Princess?

Perhaps she's tired.

She is present.

Forgive us.

My sister so oft talks
of Your Grace.

Sir Anthony and I'd likely feel

quite as much affection
for you as she.

Affection must not slip
into overfamiliarity, though.

I know you find me rude, Princess.

I do apologize for it
every time.

But overfamiliarity
is a charge I will not take.

I held your father,
the king's, hand

as he lay dying.

So, if not you, your kin,

I am familiar with.

Are you familiar with any of
my letters today, Sir Anthony?

Princess.

No letters have come for you.

I have told you
I would tell you if they did.

No word.

I assume it is
your stepmother, Catherine,

you're so anxious
to hear from.

Strange she has not written
once in all this time.

She's unwell
due to her pregnancy.

Is she?

That's not what I heard.

I know I chide you for not
keeping patience, but Lord,

my sister's husband was sent
to test mine as much as yours.

I'm late, Kat.

I have not bled
since we arrived here.

You know this.

Yes,
you've never been regular.

Please don't make me say it.

You know. Surely you know.

I imagined you'd taken
a silly fancy to him.

But this...

When?

I could not...

More than once
you lay with him?

I thought I knew you, Elizabeth.

Should we fetch a woman?

You wouldn't tell your sister,
would you?

Even if you think
she could be trusted,

I couldn't bear her knowing.

I couldn't bear anyone knowing,

if we--we fetch a woman.

How knowledgeable you are
in these matters.

I know they can be found.

- Everyone knows they can--
- Quiet!

If word gets out,

then we will both
lose our heads.

You're often late.
There is no need to act yet.

If in time
you still don't bleed,

I will find someone.

But for now, tell no one.

Does our Lady Catherine know?

What pain you have caused.

And shame you have brought.

Please. No.

- Fuck off.
- Ahh!

I've always wanted to do that.

How much for forgiveness,
Father?

Filthy fucking Catholics.

As the idolatry
of the old faith is torn away,

we will bring hope
to the people.

They will cheer in the streets
as we bring the true faith.

And will do so all the more
now the Book of Common Prayer

will be issued throughout
the country, to every parish.

The new Josiah: Edward VI.

The new Josiah:
Edward VI!

We sinners do beseech thee
to hear us, O Lord,

that it may please thee
to rule and govern

thy holy Church Universal
in the right way.

We beseech thee
to hear us, O Lord.

All this 'cos you shouted at him.

That it may
please thee...

It's called appeasement.

It's always been the strategy.

...our King
and Governor.

We beseech thee
to hear us, O Lord.

Everyone looks very appeased
right now.

...to rule his heart
in thy faith, fear, and love,

that it may always have...

Regretting
the bishop's release already?

To ever seek
thy honour and glory.

We beseech thee
to hear us, O Lord.

What is going on with you, man?

You spent 40 years
resolutely immutable,

and now you're
as changeable as...

- As what?
- As your brother.

We beseech thee
to hear us, O Lord.

Don't worry
about the bishop.

Or Mary.

Or any of that.

...Ministers
of the Church...

I have her in hand.

...with true knowledge
and understanding

- of the Word.
- What about them?

We beseech thee
to hear us, O Lord.

What about them?

And that both,
by their preaching...

I can understand why
the Princess Mary is not here.

But the Princess Elizabeth?

We beseech thee
to hear us O Lord.

And my daughter they've
abandoned at home, too, I see.

They're all rather jolly
for the grievously sick.

...and all
the nobility with...

Who's sick?

I thought the Lady Catherine
was meant to be strained

by her pregnancy.

Hence the princess' departure
from her house.

I can't imagine
what the other reason could be.

...to give
all nations unity...

Tongues are wagging.

For the sake or your tongue,
I hope not yours, sir.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Sorry we left you behind, Jane.

It's--

I didn't want to draw attention

to one of our young
female wards,

lest the other one's absence
was noted.

Though it was pointless.

I was asked where Elizabeth was
three times at court.

Shall we go back,
for you were all smiles there?

Seems like you are not
the only convincing actor

in the house then.

Jane, are you acting too?

Do you pretend also
to find him amusing?

And what exactly is it
that you doubt, my lady?

You.

I doubt you.

What would you
have me do?

I would have you
do nothing.

She writes every week,
begging for my forgiveness.

Maybe I should, but...

...I cannot bring myself
to reply.

This is what you have made me.

I've lost all compassion
for a child.

A child, Thomas!

The only person that finds you
remotely worthwhile

is an 11-year-old boy.

Well, he is the king.

An 11-year-old boy.

And me.

How much of a fool am I?

Don't mind Catherine.

Or me, for that matter.

Sometimes things
that seem insurmountable,

they're often resolved quickly.

Mm.

And none of these states
that we find ourselves in

last forever,
be they pleasure or pain.

And yet, Christ is the same
yesterday, today, and forever.

Do you take comfort in that?

I do.

How are you the daughter

of that dilapidated half-wit
Henry?

It's like watching a goshawk
hatch from a goose egg.

Am I to be sent away too?

I thought you were planning
to marry me to the king.

May not be implemented
now that you and Catherine...

...you may no longer
have use of me.

Young Jane...

if you tell Catherine you think
that you have no other use

than as some pawn in a game,
how do you think she'd feel?

Every day she tells me some
clever thing that Jane said

or how elegant Jane grows.

No use of Jane?

No, we got plenty of uses
for you yet.

Um... hmm.

- Pot washer?

Nanny goat milker?

Darn my hose,
if all else fails.

Would you like that?

Never forget that you're worth
more than any man

who's lucky enough
to marry you,

be he king or emperor

or... Johnny Guzzlewick
the gardener.

Do you know how much longer
she is to remain here?

For I would like
to one day soon

not have to feed our servants
scraps from our plates.

Don't lose courage now.

I believe
it is only your sister,

and I am sure
she's much more afraid of you

- than you of her.

Princess.

This is Sir Pedro.

He is from Spain.

You like apricot?

She's never seen
one of you before.

You've never been to the ports,
the city?

She's never been outside
the grounds of this place.

Out, if you're so afraid of it.

Face it.

- "Him."
- It.

Her fear. Not you.

Why should she
be scared of you, sir?

Leave her be, sir.

Sister.

Do you know what they say
of you?

- No.
- You're already lying to me.

How can I know what
others say when I'm not there?

Of course you can.
Everyone can. Everyone does.

I'm sorry for the letter I sent.

I'd all but forgot it.

I was caught between your wishes
and Edward's.

And you chose his.

So that is why you're angry
with me.

No, I'm angry because
you have allowed

what I told you would happen
to happen.

I know you think yourself
cleverer than me,

and in truth, you may well
be right.

But even the cleverest need learn,
and for that,

they must listen to
those with experience.

Trust me, sister, I have plenty.

I wish I had listened
to you, to Catherine...

Oh, her hand was well-detectable
in that letter.

I sent it without her knowledge.

You were in her household.

I did much without
her knowledge.

Don't say that.

That's exactly what
they say of you.

But no matter.

That is why I'm here.

You will come with me to court,

and we'll show the lies for
what they are.

No more hiding out here

in the middle of the country
as though in disgrace.

Whose idea was it for you
to come here, of all places?

It was not mine.

- So whose?
- I don't know.

I don't know who
decided it or when,

or whether I'm even free to leave.

Is Sir Anthony my host or my jailer?

What was he told?
What does he know?

What on Earth are you
talking about?

What on Earth could he know?

What is there to know?

Don't tell me.

I'll tell you all.

Confide in God and God alone.

He's the only one you can trust.

Not you?

Others will always seek to use us.

You, me, and our brother.

They wish us to fight it out
to the death

and hope they're standing
behind a winner at the end.

Don't hand me the power
to destroy you

and then ask me not to use it.

I believe you would resist.

Maybe I'm more like you
than you realize.

I, too, can give in to temptation.

Be nice to Jane.

- She feels as if--
- What?

Did you try
and fuck her as well?

You trying to stuff your wad
into every young purse

with a claim to the throne?

I hate this.

I hate this.

It's like watching
a Greek tragedy.

The ending foretold
from the start.

But I didn't think
it would come so soon,

not before the milk had soured.

And I never envisaged
it would be with her.

Or that it would hurt
this much.

I won't let you ruin this.

For either of us.

I've had enough of this--
of this unhappiness.

Have you?
That's good to know.

Don't make my generosity
feel like surrender.

I give you this.

I am giving you forgiveness.

I want it.

Please, God,
Catherine, I want it.

Oh, you small man.

Don't.

Let me think you small.

It is better
than what I feared you are.

What I fear you are.

You are my man.

My man.

My small...

small man.

Is he pleased to know
that I am here?

He was surprised,
but not unhappily so.

Brother.

I do not want this.
Us, at war.

You, me, and our sister,
we are on the same side.

Elizabeth has abandoned us.

Leaves Chelsea
and has not been seen since.

- They say she's been unwell.
- But I've seen her.

She's not in some kind of
hiding, whatever rumours there--

I told Your Grace
not to listen to court gossip.

Why has any been allowed
to start with?

I haven't come
to speak of Elizabeth.

I haven't come
to fight with you.

Let's do something
that we enjoy.

Well...

- we should think of something.

- Go! Come on! Come on!

What are you doing?
Where are you going?

Come on!

- Come on!
- Let's go! Come on!

Yes! Just smash him!

Go for the eyes! The eyes!

- Yes!

She lives a quiet life.

She eats. She talks.

How much do I owe you
for this insight?

She's an honest woman.

Her honesty
has never been the problem.

It's her faith that is.

And her deep desire
to parade it.

- Oh!

Has the bishop
been attempting

to incite any more
Catholic rebellions with her?

It was not an incitation.

That's not how
your letter made it sound.

Yes!

He promised me
that he'd cause no more--

Do you dislike people
not keeping their promises?

Why are the churches
stripped on your orders?

You promised my role with Mary

was to help end
this religious divide.

Your role
is to be in my employment.

That is not a role, sir,
but a decision of mine.

Well, feel free
to make a different one,

but she won't pay you
to spy on her.

Come on! Pluck his eyes out!

You saw how they resist
funding the Scottish wars.

Those churches
are lined with gold.

You want to fight a war
with God's money

and other people's blood?

I'd happily fight it
with my own blood.

It's down here that's
gonna be the death of me.

Do you fight for your god, sir?
Or yourself?

I fight for the king.

And who do you believe
that is right now?

Yes! Yes!

Useless capon.

Win!

- Thank you very much.

There's been enough gossip
flapping around your house

that it took flight
and reached mine.

What happened, Catherine?

Do you know what they do

to women in the villages
who gossip, Mary?

They bind their mouths.

Perhaps I suggest it
to your brother, the king.

Are you so very proud
of your own actions

that you present
this face to me?

Have you spoken to your sister?

What did she say?

I'm not here to report
my sister's words to you.

I'm here to speak
my own, Mother.

It was a great surprise to me

to learn that you can't
muzzle your hound.

You've muzzled worse,
I thought.

But I suppose that's
when you used your head.

Now you seem to be governed
by something else.

It is called a heart, Mary.

And what a fool
it's made of you.

After all that you have been
through, all that I have seen

and admired, you chose that?

At least I chose him,
rather than was chosen.

I will call that victory
in this life.

And weak or foolish

or judged as I am by you,

I will continue on
and be happy.

No matter the cost,
in spite of others' misery.

I thought
a great many things of you,

but negligence
was never one of them.

You thought many things?

I respected you.

And then I loved you.

And then I hated you.

And I came here
hating you still.

But now...

now I pity you.

Oh.

What did she say?

Come.

I see Mary's back in favour.

How are we meant to keep up?

Catherine and Thomas still in,

or should I be getting Jane
out of there?

I thought everyone's feelings
on this Jane scheme

had been made quite clear.

Well, I see the king,
it seems, has chosen

Thomas and Catherine
over his own sister.

Wh-where is the- the sickly
whore's daughter?

- Close your mouth, Grey.
- What, boy?

Close yours, Rob.

He's talking
about the princess!

And you're talking
to a fucking duke, boy.

So I will speak how I like.

She is the whore's daughter.

If I want, I will call her
a whore myself.

Little lad's full of fire!

Might want to douse
his ardent flames.

Out.

They'd cut off your right hand
if you'd done that.

- Yes, but he didn't.
- Thank God.

I'll wager you'll be needing
yours for some time yet.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Get out before he changes
his fucking mind.

I knew your mother
from childhood.

- I know.
- I love your mother.

Not many in court
do their wives.

But Lord, if she'd been
a Princess of England--

What? No!
I don't--I don't think--

You may think that because
I'm a powerful man,

you're protected,
and in a steady world,

that would be true,
but this world rocks.

You're young enough
to think heartbreak romantic--

it is not.

I have said no word
of feelings for her.

This is your own fiction, father.

They said
I might find you here.

Why have you come?

I thought you might like
a visit from a friend.

I can turn back if you wish.

What made you think
I was in need of friendship?

Maybe it's I who's in need.

I cannot.

I cannot.

I cannot.

All your fine tutors
of Latin and Greek,

yet no one taught you this?

There is much I'm yet
to learn, it would seem.

Well, no one could expect you
to know everything.

Except the difference
between right and wrong.

Do they talk about me in court?

They are far too busy
talking of Lord Somerset

and his failing war,

and whether the cockfight
was rigged.

Mainly the cockfight, though,
truth be told.

So I'm forgotten.

Definitely not forgotten.

You wouldn't
look at me like that

if you knew what I had done.

Whatever's occurred,
I doubt all blame

can lie with you alone.

No?

No.

Shit.

Thank you--

I knew you were late.

I know you are taken to drama,
my lady,

but you could have spared it
on this one occasion.

That is unfair.

"Unfair"?

I have written to Catherine
near every week.

That's why I kept asking
Sir Anthony

if there's been word from her.

I've asked her for forgiveness
again and again.

You think you deserve it?

You wish to show me
what, exactly?

The statues.

The gold from the chantry.

The chantry?

"Filthy fucking Catholic,"
they said.

The Lord sees
all you do for him.

He does not need the Lord
to acknowledge his persecution.

He needs an advocate
here on Earth.

- The Lord Protector swore--
- Don't trust the man.

Don't trust these men.

They do not act like you do.

They do not act
with conscience.

He tells your brother
all of this

is in the name of reform,

but he robs from us
to line his own pockets

and fund a godless war.

You are the only player
in this game

worrying about the rules.

Oh!

She's more than I deserve.

That's for God to decide.

I fear I'm too much of a sinner

to give myself up
to His will completely.

Maybe you're a better man
than you think.

You coming in?

Hey.

No more.

Of before.

I promise.

I don't want your promise.

I don't need it.

Perhaps no one will understand
my marriage to you.

I certainly don't.

But I speak to you,
and you answer.

I ask you to do things.

Sometimes you do,
sometimes you don't...

but you do at least listen.

To my thoughts,
to my decisions.

- As if you were a man.
- Indeed.

As if I were a person.

I look at mine,

and I-I want to squeeze
their little faces!

- Other times,

the troublesome wenches
are begging for a slap.

But even then, even then,
it is with love.

- Oh! With love!
- With love!

With love!

But don't be afraid to be
a bastard to them, Thomas.

Yes. With love.

- Admonishing.
- Admonishing.

- Good advice.

- Sir?
- Jane.

Sir Thomas?

You're gonna wake the babe.

Sir Thomas. My lord.
My lord, please.

I'm just gonna go look at her.

Wait, Sir Thomas--

Sir.

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

Catherine?

Catherine?

Hush now, my child.

My lord.

Finally, sir.
You kept me waiting.

I received a message.

Your messages are not
as important as mine.

I received this,
Lord Protector.

An invitation to the wedding

of Mary Queen of Scots
and the Dauphin of France.

They send me this!

She was meant to be my wife,
and the war still rages!

When will the humiliation
you have put me

and this country through end?

They--they should not
have sent this.

And that's all you have to say?

No. Catherine Parr is dead.

Childbed fever.

I'm not sure.

God's will.

Her possessions are
to be returned to the crown.

And so the crown has decided
Chelsea Place is to go to you,

along with a great many
other things.

You are of age, and there's
no one left to claim you.

You are rich.

In fact,
the only woman in the country

with more wealth and influence
is your sister.

I am to escort you
as soon as you are ready

to take up residence.

- With whom?
- With yourself.

You will have advisors
and counsellors aplenty.

Useless pissants to a man.

But I'm sure
you're quite capable

of making your own decisions.

Henry!

You didn't think
she could stay, did you?

In the carriage.

He didn't...

with you?

There was no...

Good.

Good. On!

- Come on! Come on.

You're to come and stay
with me, Thomas.

Try not to argue, sir.

It won't change anything.

Not a boy
and a dead wife.

I've thoroughly failed
this assignment.

You must be immensely pleased.

Don't be stupid.

I sat downstairs, and...

I waited for life, but...

...my mind,
it wandered to her death.

Maybe...

maybe I brought it into being.

When our children were born,

I believe I did that.

A little.

Ready oneself, in case.

I think it natural.

Catherine seemed well.

Yes.

As our sister did.

Yeah.

There were
but 12 days in this world

where there was both
our sister and her son in it.

I look at Edward now,

and though I know
I'm his uncle,

I--I clear forget that--

that she bore a son at all.

No, I see her
in the king sometimes.

It takes me quite by surprise,
but I do.

From time to time.

I just see the boy as he is.

Or I see Henry fucking Tudor.

That is uncanny.

The old cunt
back from the dead,

possessing him
to stamp his feet.

Thomas.

No, but as God persecutes me,

I think his greatest trick...

...is that he leaves you
still well alone.

Perhaps it's so that I can
always see when I'm denied.

God doesn't play tricks.

On you.

For the world,
it parts and it bows

as you move through it,
while I struggle uphill,

and as soon as I get anywhere,
in God steps

just to push me
back down again.

What amuses you so, sir?

My dead wife?

My motherless child?

Or my cursed life?

No, I'm- I'm not amused.

I'm just--
I'm a little in wonder

at how you see things.

Your view out
onto the world, Thomas,

is a little different

from the one
that the rest of us have.

So, you think I'm not
uniquely tortured.

First our sister,

then my wife,

taken just
as everything seemed--

everything seemed well.

Our sister saw her son,
the future king,

carried by us
ahead of the whole court

to his christening.

Would she not have
wanted that day?

Catherine held her daughter,
not in panic or in pain.

She held and kissed her baby

thinking that both were safe.

God stayed his hand
to bless them

by gifting them those days.

You wouldn't wish them away

because it would
ease your suffering.

I would.

I do not like suffering.

Ladies, let's unpack.

We're about to start.

Didn't know where you'd gone.

A mass for Catherine Parr?

She was my friend once.

You pray for your enemies?

For all.

Pray for me, then.

Sir?

The Lord Protector sent me
to spy on you.

Tempting you with morsels
to keep you quiet

whilst he runs wild.

He wants power over you
and your brother.

Why are you
telling me this now,

that you have betrayed me?

I've spent my whole life
waiting for men

to prove themselves honourable.

But no matter how decent
or pious,

they all had their price.

It's how I- I justified
becoming a mercenary.

Because I was no worse
than any other man.

Better, in fact, because I,
at least, was honest.

And then I met you.

And I'm beginning to see
that perhaps I...

I was wrong.

I suppose you're
in a hurry to return to court

now that you're finally back here.

I have no desire to be at court.

Then what do you want,
Lady Elizabeth?

I don't know.

Of course you do.
All women do.

You're just trained to disguise it.

Ambition is much-admired
in men but derided in women.

But what do you want?

It will indeed serve you

to hide what you want
from others,

but do not keep it
from yourself.

Your father didn't
give a fuck about rumours,

but if you do,
they should be stopped.

The Lord Protector
should have done so.

If they have reached
the Lord Protector,

I doubt he has believed them,

or any have, else there
would have been consequence.

- There was.

I am no consequence,
Princess, believe me.

But still people chatter.

And however false,

how can I control
what others say of me?

Oh, you can.

Lord, of course you fucking can.

You know how much this will
stoke the fires at court.

Let them burn.

Princess.

Lord Dudley.

Let my brother know I am here
and would like an audience.

Your Majesty.

I come before you
with a confession.

I have been selfish and naive,

and I have wronged you.

Why say you this, sister?

I've neglected my duties.

Our Lady Catherine
was blessed with child,

so I took myself to Cheshunt
for her confinement

and was then myself taken ill.

Illness is no excuse.

Duty is more important.

Duty to God and duty to you.

I am your servant.

I know some have speculated
on the reasons for my absence.

I am here to show
that there is no need.

And I offer myself to you, brother.

I am yours,

and yours alone.

Stand, sister.

The crown forgives your absence

and welcomes your return.

Let us have music.

Let us celebrate this.

A fine rehabilitation.

That would be to return
as I once was.

That girl was a fool.

That girl is dead.

Ready?

Marry me.

Play.