All language subtitles for 07-The.White.Princess.S01E07

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We put a servant boy in the Tower
in my brother Richard's place

and we sent him
off to safety.

My darling Richard.

My Perkin.

The boy is the son of
a boatman from Tournai

and his name is
Perkin Warbeck.

There are faces from every
royal house in Europe.

Apart from Spain.

We must settle
Arthur's betrothal.

To the Princess
Catherine of Aragon.

If we can come to terms
with Isabella of Castile,

that would be
the best deterrent.

When Prince Richard
rises against him,

I will call on both you and
your conscience to join us.

Where is the boy?

A message from
your Lady Mother.

She has the boy.

Look at him.

Any fool can see
he looks nothing like a York.

Is the court assembled?

They await
Your Grace's favor.

Your Grace,

I bring you the cause
of England's troubles.

The money wasted, the lives lost,
bringing you here.

And all for what?
A peasant boy.

I will enjoy your execution.

You'll be hung,
drawn and quartered,

so that the last thing that...
You should kill me

if you wish
to stay upon my throne.

I am the son of King Edward,
the IV and Queen Elizabeth Woodville.

And I am
rightful King of England.

You thought that I was
murdered, but I live.

So, you will stand aside
and return to me

the crown and throne which
have been stolen from me,

or you will face the righteous
wrath of Almighty God,

who will rage against your sin
and cast you into hell.

Bravo.

A fine performance.
You have missed your calling.

Perhaps you wish to be
a mummer in my court?

I will ask the Queen of
England what to do with you,

seeing as you claim
she is your sister.

Tell me, Queen Elizabeth,

is this your kin?

My brothers are both dead.

Not quite the welcome
you imagined.

While I decide
what to do with you,

I shall make you a servant
at our court.

You shall be

knave of the King's wardrobe.

You may care
for the robes you covet.

You may even
sleep among them.

He is an enemy of the crown.

You must make a show
of killing him.

An enemy backed
by half of Europe,

who may be mustering to come
against me as we speak.

He is a counterfeit!
Of course he is a counterfeit!

You think
we do not know that?

He says himself that I must kill
him as a threat, so I will not.

I will not
be commanded by him.

I will parade him.

Do you agree?
I...

Drag him through the streets
and show the world I have him.

And then...
When he is humiliated,

he will give up his claim,

and his supporters
will forget him.

But they may not.

Or people may believe
his claim just because...

You must not do this.

By killing him, the boy
becomes a myth and martyr.

His power, ten times greater
in the ballads that they sing.

He must appear the maggot
that he is

so that Europe
will be embarrassed

to have had him
at their table.

I want to find
his wife and child.

They are of value to us.

He left the battlefield
to go to her once.

Now, I don't believe
they can be far from Beaulieu.

He will have left her
in the church for sanctuary.

But Rome agrees
that traitors

can no longer
find refuge in the church.

Better you make her
come to us by choice.

Persuade her
that her husband needs her.

Tell me when you have her.

Don't you think he looks
like Lady Mother?

Isn't it just his hair?

Boys.
Why would he say

that he's my uncle Richard if...
Exactly.

When he knows that
it would get him into trouble.

Well, he must believe it
to be true,

but then he wouldn't...
What are you saying to my sons?

Come outside.
Come quickly now.

Lizzie?
Have you spoken to him?

He is nothing
like my brother.

Here.

I'll not go.

You must.
No, I must not.

I have never joined you for the
hunt or any other blood sport,

and I will not
start with this.

You may tell the King
that we are unwell

or whatever else
you please.

Come on.

They chose someone who has York
looks to add to the deception.

He's an enemy
to our country

and will try
to take what is yours.

That's all.

We are ready.

Behold the enemy of England,

the York pretender!

The boy who's been a thorn
in England's side.

Spit at him.

Throw stones.

He made you go to war
and lose your kinsmen!

And he has cost you
dear in taxes.

I do not blame you,
the good people of London.

I do not blame my sister.

She must protect her sons.

He is a liar and he insults the memory
of your Queen's departed brother!

My sister is a natural queen

and there will be no pleasure
in taking that from her.

"Take it from her."
Hear his gall.

Our mother hid me on the night
the soldiers came for you.

You didn't say goodbye,
as you were angry with me.

Let us through!

Let us through there!

You always thought our mother
loved me more than you.

Get him back
to the palace.

I miss you, Lizzie.

I wish that you would
speak to me.

But I forgive you.

This way! This way!

Here we are.

Now he can play king
to his heart's content.

Do we know where
they are keeping him?

He is at Westminster.

Henry hopes
the mask will fall

if he observes him
long enough.

Hurry, Madam, please.

We have prepared
a room for you.

I need to send
a message to someone.

Cathy Gordon.

Why is she here?

Here, boy.

Come on.

Come where?

Lady Catherine Gordon.

I am My Lady,
The King's Mother.

Welcome to our court.
Where is my husband?

Please curtsey
to the Queen.

This way.

Clear the dung
and scrub the steps.

I've told you that I will do
nothing to debase myself.

And when you've finished,

you will bring this noble
lady's belongings inside.

What is he doing?

His claims are false.

He is a servant.
He is your brother.

Your marriage is annulled.

It was made
under false pretenses.

What?

Your wife and son
are here at court.

You shall resume
your maiden name,

and your son
will be called a bastard.

But you will be treated in
accordance with your royal birth.

So I am your prisoner?
You are our guest.

What if I don't wish
to be your guest?

Then you may leave your son
and freely return to Scotland.

What name
have you given him?

He will be tended to
by midwives.

No.

No!

No!

You will let them do this?

You are of the royal birth.
It is the custom.

He is your nephew,
Edward.

I need to see my husband.

Richard.
Are you hurt?

Cathy.

Why are you here?
How did they find you?

The monks said...
Monks?

The monks said that
I should come to you,

that I can help you.

They've taken Edward.
Oh, Cathy,

they've lied to you
to bring you here.

They would not dare to hurt me.
I am Scottish royal.

No, they won't hurt you.

Don't say it!
Do not say it.

Oh, Cathy. You should have stayed
away as I had asked of you.

Cathy. They will not
hurt our Edward.

No, they can't.
My love, where have they taken him?

Cathy, where is he?

Where is he now?

You know what they did to my
brother Edward in the Tower.

They killed him
and we never found his body.

And the other boy as well.
It was them, Cathy.

It was those who rule
my country now.

Now, why are you here?

You were meant to be
in sanctuary.

They said
we are not married.

That I can go to Scotland
but our baby must stay here.

Shh! Cathy.

We will
change our plan.

I will give up my claim.
No!

You can't deny
your birthright.

And if you did, the Scots and
all of Europe would abandon you.

The only thing
that keeps you safe

and us with you

is if you hold fast
and they back us.

I'm so sorry, my love.

I'm so sorry.

You see now that you have
cards to play.

A wife and son.

It's quite a hand.

Even to his wife,
he holds the lie.

No, he knows that
he is spied on.

He is a fake
but not a fool.

He thinks it was a Tudor who
killed the boys in the Tower.

Then he only shows
his ignorance.

Who could it be
if it were not King Richard?

It was Richard.

To clear his way
to take the throne.

It was your mother, then,
who brought her here?

She is his link to King James
and the Scottish army.

Their union must be broken.

And how will you break it?

An annulment
will not rob them

of their feelings
for each other.

You think she cares for him?
She must,

for he has little else
to offer her.

You will take her
as your lady,

which will at least
appease the Scots.

Tell me of your brother.

What was he like?

It was a long time ago.

Another lifetime.

You said he was there that day
when my soldiers came for you.

What was he wearing?

What was said?
Tell me everything.

Why does Henry wear his crown?

It is a hunt,
not a state occasion.

Perhaps he thinks
he's riding into battle.

Did not King Richard
wear his crown at Bosworth?

Carry my weapons.

Here.

Come.

This copse is where
we'll take our sport.

Give me my long-bow.

You do not
have to do this, Henry.

I'm not your enemy.

Use that stick

and beat the bushes.

What is his plan?

Does he have one?

It is a hunt.

You shoot your prey.

They say that you came
here of your own free will.

You should leave
here if you can.

Henry would be
rid of him.

He is looking for a reason
and if he cannot find one,

he will lock him up
in any case,

as he did my brother.

I know you know
he's Richard.

And if you
want your brother free,

you should back his claim.

Maggie, come here beside me.

Do you like to hunt?

Go deeper in the bushes.

You will dine with me
this evening.

I have no appetite,
Your Grace.

You are without a husband.

I will make sure
that you're taken care of.

With a royal education,

you, of course, would know
the patron saint of hunting.

Saint Hubert, who saw the Cross
between the antlers of a stag.

Our uncle Anthony
taught us about him.

You know I am your brother.

Stop it!

Your aim is short.

You're not holding
high enough

and you're dragging
on release.

Henry!

I understand
how hard it is for you...

Shut up.
...to step aside.

Shut up. I promise that your
family will be well cared...

Shut up!
She is my sister after all.

Shut up!
You will have to leave the court.

Shut up!

Give it to me.

Give it to me!

Give that to the King!

Collect your weapons.

We will return to the palace.

Come on.

Duchess of Burgundy bids
you come to Cheapside.

The market cross
at midnight.

Good day to you both.
My dear.

What did you say to her?

Cathy Gordon.

I told her I was sorry.

I would like you to serve
as one of my ladies.

Finding loyalty
has become a challenge.

I would be honored, but...

But our home
is very far away

and we are hoping
to return there soon.

It is too far away.

Henry trusts your husband

and would like
to keep him close.

You always said
you wished to be near Teddy.

Sir Richard.

Enjoy.

So, you've had to dine alone.

You look exactly
as Mother did

when our father
was with his mistress.

Jane Shore.

Stop it.

Go.

Spend the night
with your husbands.

Don't fret, lad.
She's safe with us.

Out the way!

It is endlessly
fascinating to me,

your River Thames.

All afternoon, I have
watched the boats

moving like busy beetles
across its back.

I always want to know
what they are all carrying.

Spices, garments and jewels.

A secret army?

What is it
that you want of me?

Oh, I would be
very much obliged

if you would help me
rescue Richard,

the rightful heir
to the throne of England,

and his wife and child,
of course.

I wish I could with
all my heart, but I...

I hear they are keeping him
in the King's wardrobe.

Because the door locks
to keep the royal jewels safe.

And I have looked down
on this river all day long

and I have watched
the laundry barges

drifting back and forth

from one bank
to the other.

And I picture
the young king

sleeping on his
hard wooden floor

and all around him,
robes and linen.

My Lady aunt,
if I could mount a rescue,

my brother would be free.

They will never
let your brother out.

Your only hope
of freeing him

is putting Richard
on the throne.

We are none of us fearless,
ma fleur tremblante.

But we are women
and we do what we must do.

Your face looks dreadful,

like a death mask.

What is wrong
with your eyes?

I'm tired, My Lady.

They are dull and red
like old embers.

Your cheeks are blemished
and your skin flakes.

Your husband,
the King, wished

for a prodigious night
and so we had.

I suppose
you think he likes you?

I think nothing, Your Grace.
Nothing?

Nothing at all?
You have an empty head?

Here, let's see.

Yes.

I hear the empty
chamber echo.

Lizzie, don't.
Did you touch

my husband,
Catherine Gordon?

Did he touch you?

No, Your Grace.
"No"?

No?

Clean that up.

Quite a night I had
with Lady Catherine.

I am spent.

Henry?

Why would you do it?

Dine alone with her?

Do you wish to cuckold him?

Humiliate him?

Make him weak
in her eyes and England's?

She seemed amenable
to approach.

Mmm.

Surely you can see how besotted
they are with each other.

You cannot believe she would
betray him and her child.

He leans on her.

Hmm.

I must turn her against him.
Take away his strength.

By making her believe
you desire her?

You have seen his manner.

Eternally as though God in heaven
shines a blinding light on him.

He draws the eyes of noblemen
and women everywhere he goes.

They smile at him.
They bow their heads.

He taunts me
with his dazzle.

Even you.

I will snuff it out
and thrust him into darkness.

Lady Catherine?

Dance for me.

Delight me
with your grace.

What do you hope
to gain by this?

You said that you gave me
cards to play.

How would you
have me play them, Mother?

She means
to influence the King.

But she does not realize
that it is her

who's being dandled
like a puppet.

She is beautiful.

The King seems very taken.

It is an act.

She will be sent away soon.

When the boy
is sent to the Tower.

That is when she will go.

Lady Catherine
and the King.

You must not object.

Object to what?

He is the king.

You must not mind.

Do not rise to it.

He shows his fear.

There is a plot
to rescue you.

The Duchess of Burgundy
is in London.

And my son, who is with royal midwives,
guarded day and night?

Should I leave him in Tudor
hands and save my own skin?

I am the king.

And I am winning.

Henry?

Stop stepping around it.
Have you had her?

Answer me!

Oh, your servants may stay.

The whole court knows already.

Do you consider
what I endure?

You disrespect me,

shame me before the court
and everybody gossips.

You did the same to Lady Anne
with your uncle, King Richard.

I was in love
with Richard!

Are you saying
that you love her?

Do you love him?

What?

The boy.
Do you love him?

Of course I don't.

He is my...
He is my burden.

And so is she.

And yours
and all of our children's.

Henry, they are
tearing us apart.

We must find a way
to deal with them.

They called him Edward.

Like my murdered brother.

What do you see?

An innocent?

Your dear sweet nephew?

Of course not.

It is hard, I know.

But the world
in which we move,

we cannot see
an infant as he is,

but as he will become.

Like God, we must see
Alpha and Omega.

The beginning and the end.

My son does his duty
by wooing Lady Catherine.

She cares for him,
he returns it.

Men are weak,

swayed by beauty.

Women must be stronger.

Read it.

Read it out.

"Perkin Warbeck,

"the humble son
of a boatman."

Confess you are a no one.

No threat to us.
And you will live.

Reveal your true identity.

"My name..."

Is Prince Richard of York.

Your brother!
Read it, and your family will live!

Do not read it, Richard.
Don't deny your birthright.

His child will be brought up
by a family in London.

What?
You have no right!

Oh, we have every right.

If you come here
and you threaten my life

and my family's life,

then your own son
will be forfeit.

No.

God curses you.

He curses you
and you will go to hell.

No!

No, Henry.
Please, Henry.

Please, don't.
I beg you.

Henry, please!

They look at me.

They plot behind my back.

They love him more than me.

What have you done
with his child?

Do not concern yourself
with such matters.

What?

Am I to be protected
from the truth again?

As you and Jasper
always thought I should be.

What else do I not know?

What Jasper would have told me
in the hour before he died.

It hovers on the edges
of my mind.

Sometimes in the night,
I think I hear him whisper it,

but as I lean in
close to his lips,

all I hear
is the rush of the wind.

Nothing.

He would have told you
that he loves you.

That he sacrificed his life
to put you on the throne

and you must keep it,

or you will betray
his memory.

Would he, Mother?

Or is there something
he would tell me

about a game of cards?

Your spirits are
too low this evening.

I will pray
for you at chapel.

If you are found on the Queen's bed...
What?

What can they do to me
that's worse?

The Duchess of Burgundy
is in London.

She will find out
where he is.

Please, get up.
What are you doing?

Comforting her.

How could
you do it, Lizzie?

Let the King's mother
take their son?

You are changing, Maggie,

and I'm not sure I like
who you've become.

Your mother would be
ashamed of you.

"My name is Perkin Warbeck.

"I was born in the town
of Tournai in Flanders.

"My father is a boat-builder,
Jan Warbeck

"and my mother
is Kateryn de Faro.

"I confess that I did
falsely impersonate

"the dead Prince Richard,
the Duke of York,

"and I accept my sentence
from His Grace, King Henry."

At last, he tells the truth.

He is a Flemish peasant.

Maggie?

Maggie!

The Queen says you insulted
her and defied her.

You must apologize.

Take care

or they will
never let your brother out.

No, they will never let my
brother out in any case.

I know that now.

And I am tired
of being a trembling flower

and hoping it might make them
feel their conscience.

His confession
has achieved nothing.

No one believes it.

Try him for treason
and be done with him.

I cannot try
him for treason

now that he has read
the proclamation.

He has to be an Englishman,
but to be a traitor.

Just...
Enough!

I'm sick.
This food is bad.

Say it then.
Apologize.

What will happen
to him, Lizzie?

Maggie.

What will happen to the boy?

You should think
about whose side you're on.

I am on Arthur's side,
and Harry's.

And that is
why I must say this.

You once told me
of a curse

laid by your mother
and yourself

that whoever killed
those two boys in the Tower

would lose the male line
of their family.

Lady Margaret
killed your brother Edward.

So, one of your boys
is already in its shadow.

King Richard killed the boys.

Not Henry's mother.

His own son died
because of it.

The curse is done.
You never once believed that.

I thought
I was in love with him.

I would not see it then.

You believe that
because it brings you comfort,

but it is a lie.

Don't start.

He laughs at me.

Lady Margaret killed
the first prince

and if you even think
there is a chance

that that boy
is your brother Richard,

then you cannot
hurt him, Lizzie.

Or the curse
falls on your sons as well.

Your Grace, my wife is feeling
the effects of wine, she...

You know
he is your brother, Lizzie.

I know you do.

They're poisoned!

They're poisoned!

He puts poison in my clothes
to make me sick!

What?
He puts poison in my clothes

to make me sick!
Get him out of here.

You would like the crown?

This crown?

This one?

Henry!

Beat him.

Henry! Henry!

Stop it! Stop it!
Stop it!

Stop it, please.

Lizzie.

Tend to him.

Tend to his wounds.

I am hated.

The more I try to break him,
the more he is beloved.

No. No, you are king.

They whisper.
They say God hates me.

Shh!
This is madness.

They would kill me
and our sons.

No.

Henry, don't do this.

Don't do this.

The boy will be allowed to see
his wife this evening.

This is no trick.

You wanted me to act
and I am acting.

Here is the key.

Richard.

Oh, God!

It's Maggie.

Cathy.
She's safe.

You are to see her.

I'm to help you.

"Richard."

You believe me then?

Yes, I do.

Come on, get up.

Quickly.
There is a fire.

It started
in the Royal Wardrobe.

If you go now,
everyone will believe you burnt to death.

"You."

You cannot bring yourself
to say my name.

Even now.

This is why
you let him come to me?

So we could leave?

You must disappear forever.

Give up your claim.

From this night on,
you are never seen again at any court

because you died here
in the fire.

I need your word.

Where are we supposed to go?

Buy land.

A farm.
Sire healthy children.

Live a long life
somewhere far away.

With no name or rank?

It has to be now,
this moment.

While there is panic.
I am giving you a chance.

What about our son?

He is a...
A York prince.

He cannot grow up herding
cows and burning peat.

But he will grow up.

That is what I'm offering you
if you leave now.

You would not go against your
husband for a boat builder's son

but you would
to save your brother.

You know that I am Richard.
Please, just go!

And be safe.

I will see your child is
safely brought back to you.

You must come with me.

Cry and mourn his death,

and tomorrow
you may leave and join him.

It is your choice, Richard.

You must decide.

Come on!

A chain! Form a chain!

More hands.
We need more hands!

Give it to me!

Did everyone get out?

Form a chain!

Where is...
Where's the boy?

Where is he?

He was locked
inside the Royal Wardrobe!

That is where
the fire started.

Quickly.

He started it himself.

It is God's work.

He is dead.

Is there anyone else in there?

I am the son of King Edward the
IV and Queen Elizabeth Woodville!

I live through battle,
walk through fire

and I will have
the throne of England!