All language subtitles for Henry VIII and His Six Wives (1972) EN

We therefore thank you

for those subsidies
you have voted towards the war -

a war in your defence...

And for the trust you have shown us

in committing the colleges
and chancelleries to our care.

APPLAUSE

My beloved subjects...

It may be the last time
we have occasion

to parole this parliament
and address the state of our realm.

Now it is not unknown to you

that we have reigned o'er
this kingdom for nearly 40 years,

during which time we have
so ordered, thanks be to God,

that no outward enemy hath oppressed
you or taken anything from you.

APPLAUSE

But, unless you, my Lords temporal,
and you my Lords spiritual,

and you my loving subjects,

study to amend one thing
that is amiss,

there can be no peace
within the realm.

Charity and concord
are not among you.

Saint Paul says
charity is not proud,

charity is not envious,

charity is gentle and...so forth.

But what charity is there in you

when one calls another hypocrite,
Anabaptist, papist, heretic?

Be in charity, one with another,

like brother and brother.

Love...

...dread and serve God.

I, as your supreme head and sovereign
lord, exhort and require you.

THEY WHISPER

Your Grace...

...must prepare to meet his God.

What judge sends you
to pass this sentence?

Your physician, sir.

They can do no more.

It is time for Your Grace...

...to weigh his past life...

And to seek for God's mercy

through Christ.

CHEERING

For the prince, madam.

For our son.

DRUM ROLL

MUSIC AND CHEERING

Thomas, would you educate my son?
Gladly, sir.

Would you?
Catherine, did you hear that?

More's going to educate the prince.
It will be to his honour, sir.

What would Your Grace
have him learn?

Everything, Bishop, old and new -
Aquinas, Euripides.

Sir, the ladies are waiting
to celebrate his birth.

Another time, Thomas.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

The only text he ever read
would be a stud book.

Charity.

Largesse for the commons.

CHEERING

Come, you shall pick them from me.

Henry, escucha me.

We must go to Richmond.

He was not ill.

There was no remedy,
nothing the physicians could do.

It was so sudden.

Kate, this is the will of God.
Will of God.

And we must accept it...
Will of God.

And ask his blessing.

We'll make pilgrimage
to Walsingham Dales.

We're still young.
We'll have other children.

God has chosen to take the boy.

I'll give you another son,
I promise you.

THEY RECITE THE HAIL MARY

Sir, your father's policy
was ever to avoid war.

Aside from the financial
consideration

of sending 40,000 men into France.

And you talk just like my father.

Now you will tell me God only
forbids war because of our sins.

My quarrel is God's quarrel,
is it not?

All the world knows Your Grace's
zeal in the Pope's cause

and that you would rather die
than take any dishonour, but...

The point, my tutor, is

whether we allow the King of France,
a pronounced heretic,

to bend all Christian princes
to his will and pleasure.

We are in holy league with
the Emperor and his Spanish Majesty

to defend Christendom.

Are we to betray our alliance?
The Queen's been at him.

Howard, your whispers are
as private as a horse's fart.

The Queen's parentage is irrelevant.

Her father is anxious
to regain his territory

while we sit hoarding
our miserable store of gold.

Did Henry V decline the challenge?

He knew France was his birthright,
and by God, he claimed it.

I'm not against
giving the French a hiding,

but what surety is there our men
won't come limping home again?

This time the almoner will see
they have proper victuals.

Can you do that, Master Wolsey?

Can you procure
good cut-rate beef for us?

My Lords, we have not considered
the other danger - Scotland.

Fisher is right, sir.

With so many men away,
they might do us great mischief.

With all respect to Your Highness,
I propose that we wait upon events.

If there should be
a change of fortune,

if the Emperor should prevail...

Would it not be a sorry thing
for His Grace,

being so expert in archery,

to see the Emperor
with more strings to his bow?

Sir, I beg you not to be led
into any foolishness.

Gentlemen, I've ever accepted your
good counsel, but I do overrule you.

The dignity and unity of
the Roman Church must be defended.

The Queen will hold our power at home
while I lead the Army into France.

Master Wolsey will supply us
with food, transport

and all our engines of war.

The King will have new dockyards
in the Thames Estuary

at Deptford and Woolwich.

At Deptford a guild of pilots
will be formed for navigation.

His Grace commands construction
of the following ships -

the galley The Virgin Mary,
900 tons, 207 culverin,

The Lion, 950 tons,
180 falcon and culverin,

The Great Galley, 800 tons,
120 falcon and demi-culverin.

Send her out.

Henry, why you...?
Don't speak, madam.

Read that.

Is it your father's hand?

Yes, but...
Read it.

It was brought here
by the French Ambassador.

Proof that your father is a liar,
a conspiring liar.

He has made peace with France.
He must have reason.

He's to receive
the territory of Navarre.

He's been bribed, madam, bought.

Three months after promising
to continue the war

which he induced me to enter,

as you induced me to it, because
I had been at some pains, madam.

And now, when we are ready
to renew the campaign,

when the Kingdom of France
is at my feet,

your father gulls me,

and his servant, the Emperor.

Do you see this clause?

Here at the close, madam.

Speakit

"And if the King of England
refuses to accept such a peace..."

Yes». yes!

"We, the Emperor and I,
do solemnly pledge ourselves

"to assist the King of France
n the defence of his realm."

My friends, my sweet allies!

I... I do not think

there is any faith in this world.
You all play me false.

Do I?
Yes.

At Flodden?
You did not beat the Scots.

Flodden was won by the Howards,
madam, by English Howards.

You would do well to attribute
your victories to God.

You think to rule me. You would
do well to assume a woman's role

and give me a child,
an heir to this throne.

Do you think I do not pray for that
each day of my life?

One still-born female hidden away,
two boys

that cannot live out a month.
Don't you love me?

Princes marry to beget children,
My Lady.

Then give me a healthy child.

Sir, I am yours, your servant.

I cannot think of my father
without shame.

That is as well.
I intend making peace with France,

a greater peace
than your father can imagine.

I have been made the royal fool, but
they shall never deceive me again.

I will never trust any more.

Draw up an enactment
for the preservation of forests.

And the seeding of new ones?
Good.

We have a moat about us, but it must
be fortified. Ships and ordnance.

Crews trained to fight until we have
a fleet that may not be destroyed.

Sir, if I may venture to say so,
there are two further elements

that constitute
the defence of this kingdom -

the love of your people...

And a son which I lack.

Is that it?
We must secure the succession, sir.

Without an heir, there could
be a return to civil war.

May I speak my mind?
Yes.

Are we so certain of the legality
of Your Grace's marriage

with his brother's wife?

There was papal dispensation.

Did not Your Grace make formal
objection in your father's lifetime?

As you know, sir,

I have the greatest respect
and admiration for the Queen.

But even in Rome they are saying
Her Grace should step aside

if there are no heirs.

The Pope could not oppose
a matter of such necessity.

There are precedents -
the King of France, King Henry...

No, no, I...

Not yet.
I couldn't ask it of her yet.

The Queen may still bear
a healthy child,

but you might well consider marriage
with a Princess of France,

for the comfort
of Your Grace's realm.

BELLS PEAL

BABY CRIES

Your Majesty.

Now, by the grace of God,
the sons will follow.

Sons?

Sons?

Only a daughter, Mary.

Lady Mary.

'Poor Mary.'

LAUGHTER

Thomas, when I was a boy,
you were one of my heroes,

a great name among scholars.

It was always,
"More says this. More thinks that."

The years have not changed
my feeling for you.

Will you sit on my counsel now
and advise me?

I need your advice.

You shall have it, so long as
I can keep a good conscience.

What mean you?
That I may serve God first.

Why, we all must.

LAUGHTER

You family are late to bed.
They forget time.

What age is he, your boy?
Nine, sir.

Well favoured, strong, isn't he?

Thomas, is my...

ls my marriage unclean?

Accursed of God?
No, Your Grace.

Leviticus plagues my conscience.

No union with a brother's wife
may bear true issue.

Your Grace's brother died young.

But she was his before me.

He held her first.
But without true knowledge of her.

That is the biblical meaning.

Then why have I no son?

Why? Why?

All the world has a son.

Am I not a man like you?

Be patient, sir.

How many pilgrimages to the Abbey

to touch the Holy Relic
and seek God's blessing?

How long can a man be patient?

All his life, if he must.

BLESSING IN LATIN

'Anne, mine own sweetheart,

'by turning over in my thoughts
the contents of your last letters,

'I have put myself into
a great agony.

'I beseech you to let me know
your whole intention

'as to the love between us two.

'I must obtain this answer of you.'

Your Grace knows it already.

Your brothers at court
and Norris and Tom Wyatt -

centre of your world.
How long can you remain at Hever?

Until I make a good match.

Don't mock me, Anne.

I've had no peace
for thinking of you.

I receive the clergy
but half aware of what they say.

Your image is before me
every stroke of the clock.

I've never known such joy before.

Nor such despair.

It's as though
I never lived till now,

nor my blood never sang
until I met you.

Don't mock me, Anne.

No!
Anne!

I've no soft words
or French cleverness.

I must seem rude to you,
but it's an honest rudeness.

Votre Majeste dit qu'il m'aime?
Yes.

And that you would serve me only,
forsaking all others?

So what am I? Another mistress
like Bessie Blount or my sister?

You're not of their mould.

Grand merci,
and you'd conceive another bastard?

Is that your leaning, sir?

Or would you have an honest son
to succeed you?

Wait, Anne.

Only wait.

Oh, then farewell to my young looks.

I'm sailing to Rome.

When?

When Wolsey returns.

Sir, if you were free,

I would give myself to you,

my heart and my body.

You have much fortune, My Lady.

You would shuffle faster, I believe,
without your glove.

Her Grace shows courage.

It is beyond her strength
to keep these hours.

What will you do, my Lord?

Appeal for the case to be heard
in England.

It is one thing to arrange
a divorce for dynastic reasons,

and quite another to displace
the Queen for this foolish girl.

Not such a fool, perhaps.
If His Grace would but tire of her.

Of what he's never tasted?
Pray God he does,

and that we're free of her
before the storm breaks.

Make no doubt, Master Cromwell,
there will be a storm.

You win again!

Mistress Boleyn has the good fortune
never to stop at a King.

But I think My Lady will have all...

Or nothing.

'Catherine, Queen of England,
come into court.'

'How have I offended you?'

What occasion of displeasure
have you

that you intend to put me from you?

These 20 years I have been
your true and lawful wife.

By me you have had diverse children.

Although it hath pleased God
to call them out of this world,

there has been no default in me.

And when you had me at the first,
I take God to be my judge,

I was a true maid
without touch of man.

And whether this be true or not,

I put it to your conscience.

Therefore I most humbly require you

to spare me the extremity
of this court

until I may know what way my friends
in Spain will advise me to take.

And if you will not extend to me
such indifferent favour,

your pleasure then be fulfilled,

and to God do I commit my case.

APPLAUSE

Catherine, Queen of England,
come again into court.

Catherine, Queen of England,
come again into court.

LIVELY MUSIC AND JEERING

You mark it well.

And the street walls, My Lord.

The filth pictured on them.

Give me time.
Mistress Boleyn is with child.

There is no time. Five years he has
waited on the Pope's decision.

We've mustered such a body
of opinion from the universities.

The only opinion His Holiness
can entertain is the Emperor's.

The Emperor has him in his power
and will not see his aunt divorced.

Without His Holiness' sanction,
a future heir would be illegitimate.

Shall the King crawl to Rome?
People would never suffer that.

Precisely. You want the papal
blessing upon this divorce.

It will not be granted.
Therefore we must divorce the Pope.

His Grace will not like it.

He's halfway to it.
Head of the Church of England.

We must complete the separation.

My Lord Archbishop,
it is our business

to clear the ground
before His Grace,

remove the stones,
the stench, the filth

that might offend the royal eye.

My late master failed.
I shall not fail

because I anticipate
the King's wishes.

Does he want his new Queen
full bellied at her coronation?

I have prepared the annulment
of his union with Catherine

and drawn up papers
proclaiming her Princess Dowager.

Within a day, the King's marriage
to the Lady Anne can be confirmed.

Her coronation may then take place.

I did not think
to have underestimated you.

My dear Cranmer, what you needed
was not time, but reassurance.

Let the Pope excommunicate me.
I don't give two straws.

He only threatens. He would
forbid me mass, deny me burial,

and should I now kiss his ring, hmm?

I shall give His Holiness
such a buffet as he's never had.

His name shall be obliterated.

He shall be known henceforth
as the Bishop of Rome.

Are we not in danger of a divided
kingdom, a two-headed monster?

Is your allegiance divided, Norfolk?

No, Your Grace.
No more is my kingdom's.

Obedience to the Pope,
the Bishop of Rome,

is unmanly, unholy
and it's un-English.

From this time the Church
shall pay its taxes

not to the Vatican, but to me.

If there is disaffection in the
monasteries, we will search it out.

You have appointed commissioners?

Yes. Also to enquire into
the conditions of these churchmen.

Sir, regarding the Princess Mary...
I hear she's ill.

A slight indisposition, sir.
More than that, I believe.

Sir, her mother's been asking
to nurse her.

Would Your Grace consider
rescinding their separation?

Not until they admit
to the illegality of that marriage.

Now they will only incite rebellion
or cause us to be invaded.

They must submit!

They must agree to the succession
of the Princess Elizabeth

until such time...

Until...

Until such time as the Queen
bears us another child, a son.

They will swear to my supremacy
of the church like any other subject.

Any man, woman or child who refuses,
I don't care who he is -

Fisher, More, the Carthusian monks -
shall be put under the tinder.

These people shall learn the truth
of the old prophecy.

I shall begin my reign as a man,
and become more raging than the lion.

Howard.

Your Grace?

If you can...

...save Thomas More for me.

# As it fell out one morn in May

# When groweth the green of spring

# Young Robin to the Greenwood came

# And sat he down to sing

# And yet fast comes the hour
when fades the fairest flower

# A maiden heard his sorry song

# Maid Marion was her name

# I Pray you, sir

# Hearken to me
and sing not so for shame

# And yet fast comes the hour

# When fades the fairest flower

# This Robin was a lusty youth

# And his face was fair beside

# Maid Marion found it hard forsooth

# From him her love to hide

# And yet fast comes the hour

# When fades the fairest flower

# Said Robin, I'm a forester

# That many things can do

# Who ride and hunt for profit

# And fire an arrow, too

# And yet fast comes the hour

# When fades the fairest flower

# Said Marion I'm a country maid

# And chaste as thou can see

# So let me see thee fire thy bow

# For I die for love of thee

# And yet fast comes the hour

# When fades the fairest flower

# So Robin then to Marion said

# Come sit thee down by me

# A merry time we'll have of it

# If we two can agree

# And yet fast comes the hour

# When fades the fairest flower. #

Your Grace.
A fine air, Master Smeaton.

Will Your Grace favour us with one?
No, not now, Norris.

You look tired.

Shall I read to you?

I've marked some passages
in the new books.

Thomas More.

My one true counsellor.

The most honest man in the kingdom.
The most captious.

You are the cause of his death,
madam.

His own wilful disobedience, sir.

It has made a fearful noise
throughout Europe.

If we listened to every slander,
we should soon be pease pudding.

You must be more audacious yet.

While the dowager and her child
are at large,

they can do you great harm.

Mistress Mary should be wed
to some private gentleman.

My daughter?
Your bastard, sir.

Or let her be placed
as maidservant to the princess.

We'll think on it.

And now you shall forget
all these cares.

I've planned a feast for us,

a great revel.

Masks? Mummeries?

And very curious disguises.

The Ethiope Queen and her train.

You shall be the Ethiope Queen

with your dark looks
and your sweet, slender limbs.

Why did you take my letters
that you sent me at Hever?

I had them tied together
and locked most securely.

I do not have them, sweetheart.

They'll come to light, no doubt.

EXOTIC MUSIC AND REVELRY

Mark the Queen's intimacy
with her music man.

Groom of the chamber soon.
I heard it privily.

The night crow.
Sir?

My niece a great night crow.

Do you admire the masks,
Signor Chapuys?

Most elegant, sir,
especially Her Grace's steps.

All her own devising.

My God, it's meant to be Wolsey.

MUSIC STOPS

APPLAUSE

Your Queen salutes you, O Solomon.

You are dark, madam.

Scorched by the hot sun, sir.
You know my meaning.

Wanton, extravagant, to treat
a cardinal in such a fashion.

I am queen of a wild land, sir.

I may do as I please in it.

Take care, madam.

It was but a mask, like any other.

I think not. It lacked respect.

You have often blacked your face
and wielded a sword in dumb show.

I admired your ballet, madame.

I understand from the King

that Your Highness is to be blessed
with another child in the New Year.

Have I said anything
to amuse Your Grace?

Forgive me.

So, she's dead.

Your Grace.

When?

In the afternoon.

God rest her.

Then God be praised that we're
now delivered from all fear of war.

Catherine, Queen of England.

Stubborn to the last.

Never yielding one...

I would speak with you, sir,
alone if you please.

Signor Chapuys.
Your Grace.

That stupid man with his documents!

He came to tell me that...
Am I Queen here, sir,

or am I not?

Yes, indeed you are.

I demand you send Mistress Seymour
from this court.

In all the years
I lived with Catherine,

there was no demanding.
That privilege is not yours.

And you made presents
to that pallid bitch.

Nonsense.
A locket.

A sapphire locket
with your image in it.

And what is this, then,

that I found
about Mistress Seymour's neck?

By God!

No, no.

No.

You are governed by your condition.

You shall rest now.

You shall take care of our child.

The physicians say...it will be
a son, madam, a fine son.

They all say it - the astrologers,
the cunning women.

So be at peace, sweetheart,
and all shall go well with you.

How can I be?
Peace now.

No more.

Peace.

Rest.

Rest.

While you go to that Seymour thing.

No, madam,

but to hear mass for the late Queen,

and then to exercise.

His Grace's horse.

Wine for His Grace.

Thank you, Thomas.

Now, Suffolk!

Are you honest, boy?

JANE SEYMOUR:
'It was your fall, sir.'

It was then the Queen
took to her bed.

We were afraid
you would not live, sir.

It was the child that died, my lady.

And it is now only too sure
that God will give me no sons by her.

God!

Let me leave Greenwich.

If I were gone, you and the Queen...
No, no!

I will have no more issue by her.

Jane.

I have been as a man spellbound
these ten years.

I was seduced into this marriage

by witchcraft.

Everything my people said
has proved right.

She even has the marks upon her.

She tries to hide them,
but they're the devil's stigma.

Sir, I can say nothing of this.

You will have seen them, surely?

I only know that she bears you
a great love.

My presence here
may have caused her to miscarry.

Your Grace must let me go
before I harm her further,

or my soul before God.

I beg you, sir.

Very well.

Go back to Wiltshire.

A woman wedded in the power
of devils is no lawful wife.

Now.

HE SCREAMS

How was this obtained?
Smeaton confessed to me.

He admits to three
separate violations.

And the others? Those he implicates?

Brereton on 16th November,
Norris on 19th, Lord Rochford...

Her own brother? Dear God!

I fear to continue
lest I anger Your Grace.

Do you believe this, Cromwell?

Sir... I am forced to
when I consider the close detail.

And the expenses outlaid
by Master Smeaton.

Where could he have got such monies
if not from the Queen?

But Your Grace was to attend
the May Day lists.

I believe you should
still attend them, sir.

CHEERING

Is Henry Norris
teaching us how to jig?

It is so hot, so unbelievably hot.
Do you not think so, sir?

Bravo!

Bravo, Norris!

Poor Weston. He'll break
his own neck on his spear.

Arrest Norris, Weston,
Brereton and my Lord Rochford.

Take the Queen later.

I said noon.

Is it past that?
No.

Beauty is a wind-blown bladder.

She's guilty, Cranmer.

Guilty of treason.

Two grand juries and 27 peers
find her so, Your Grace.

Why?

Why did she withstand me so long
and then oppose me?

Her own brother, even.

Was it to get a son?

She laughed at me, Cranmer.

Boasting with them.
Holding me impotent.

I am sorry that such faults were
proven against the Queen.

I never had a better opinion of woman.
HENRY SNORTS

I think Your Grace
would not have gone

so far if she had not been culpable.

She was in conspiracy
to be rid of me.

Then she has deserved her sentence.

'___

I shall ride out after...

I cannot remain here.

I shall ride into Wiltshire.

May I remind Your Grace
of the Rogation Days that lie ahead.

What?

If Your Grace follows the advice

of his counsel
for the nation's welfare,

then your betrothal
should be declared at once.

Oh, yes. See to it.

Is...

I rely on your discretion.

Only, sir, that no marriage could
take place on Rogation...

GUNSHOT OUTSIDE

GUNSHOT OUTSIDE

CHURCH BELL TOLLS

There's the church now, sir.
Through the trees.

If Your Grace would rather...
He'll come before the sky breaks.

Are they bound for the village?
No, sir, to the abbey.

You've been there?
Many times.

And seen the blood of Christ?
Yes, sir.

I have a phial of our Lord's tears.

It saved me from the plague once.

They crowd to Hales, since it was
visited by the commission.

The King's men are anxious
to report abuses.

And to get some ornament
for the Exchequer.

Your brother should guard
his tongue.

It's safe before me,
but not His Grace.

By tonight His Grace will have wed
and bed our sister,

then you'll scrape to me.

BELL TOLLS

Safe conduct for these men!

Safe conduct for these rebels.

Hold the groove!

We bear no quarrel with Your Grace.

Only with heretics
and subverters of the law.

One god, one king, one faith, sir.

Return to the old order.

We want no bloodshed.
You took my commissioners' lives.

One beaten with staves.

Another torn limb from limb.

Sir, they were guilty
of misappropriation.

The north country is not fat.
We can bare afford tax,

let alone the extortion
of these agents.

What kind of men are you employing,
Cromwell?

They know their duty, sir.
Deception, breach of trust, is it?

No, Your Grace. You see the
discomfort you caused my people?

Your Grace knows...
I know that you'd give me the lie.

That you're no general,
but a dissembler, a great quibbler...

We will consider your terms,
gentlemen.

Both with regard to the abbeys,
our counsel of the Lady Mary.

Meanwhile, we grant you
our pardon for this rebellion.

Thanks be to God.

Now, note, Sir Ralph,
the benevolence of your prince.

Note how bloodshed may be avoided

and learn by this small warning
to keep you true men...

We are no traitors.
We never thought it.

You shall be well housed
and entertained. See to it.

We humbly thank Your Grace.

That I must treat and dissemble
with these CREATURES!

Don't we know, after 28 years,
how to govern our kingdom?

Oh, get up off your knees!

This is your doing. If you had
fortified the river, as I wanted.

There are 30,000 of them.

I never read that a prince's counsel
should be appointed by common people.

We have not one third their number.

Must I do everything? Work for you,
think for you, keep you in wealth.

And now must I teach you
how to quell insurrection?

Maintain this truce
until you have greater levy,

then destroy these men,
who have raised arms against me.

Reduced this land to sterility.

Your Grace promised pardons.

Promised, Bishop, that is all.
Sir.

Will you gainsay me?

No, Your Grace.

Will any man?

Speak LIP-

Spit it out!

For I intend such execution of them
as shall prove example to the rest.

Their heads and quarters shall be

set in every town.
They shall be hanged

in villages from trees
in their gardens.

Madam, it is no new thing
to see men hanged.

I have the guidance of 3,000,000
people, a savage people.

And fear begets obedience.

CHORAL MUSIC

Keep from the King! Stay back!
Keep from His Grace!

I'm ready to believe
some instances of corruption.

Priests who sell the Church's plate,
jewels and timber for profit.

Monks in bed with drabs.

Nuns who support their bastards with
Church monies! The list is endless.

Your monks, madam,
whose business is the cure of souls,

do more traffic in images and relics.

A lord's coat here,
a lady's smock there.

Saints' clothing to cure
barren women.

To grow corn, to stop weeds!

And you believe such things!

Very well, madam,
I will curb your idolatry.

Do you recognise this phial,

which Cromwell brought from Hales
for my instruction?

Look. Look close now.

Look at it!

You see nothing, do you?
You've not yet paid for absolution.

But give me your coin, madam,
and now you see the blood of Christ.

It is the blood of a duck,
which the monks renew once a week.

And will you still make a god
of the Pope's creatures?!

It is not what it seems.

SHE SOBS

Forgive me.

I'm a rough man, rough-tempered.

I wouldn't have shown it to you.

Jane.

Jane, don't make me doubt.

Ever. I'm...

I'm frightened and...

when I doubt,
I strike out in blindness.

I don't know what I say or do.

Am I sick...perhaps, in my mind?

Am I?

No, sir.

I feel so old.

So old.

You must rest, sir.

HE SOBS

Oh, Jane.

Jane.

If only you and I had met before,

for I doubt now
we shall have any children.

MEDIEVAL MUSIC IN THE DISTANCE

I can't sleep.

This leg will not let me sleep.

Let me call the physician.

Oh, he can do nothing.

Shall I stop their music?
No, it pleases me.

Signor Chapuys sends them to woo me
on Lady Mary's behalf.

Could Your Grace not find it
in his heart to forgive her

and bring her
and little Elizabeth back?

Bring Mary to court?
Yes.

She's an unnatural brat.

But you need her, sir,
as she does you.

HE SNIGGERS
Jane, Jane, Jane.

You are a fool.

But kind.

The kindest soul I ever met.

HE GROANS

Lady Mary is the most obstinate girl
that ever was.

Good day, Bishop.

At least the Queen has had
her way in this.

The meek shall inherit the earth.

That's not original.

HAMMER THUMPS

The Lady Mary.

Interesting to see who can pretend
the best.

She is his daughter, m'lord.

Your holy, humble and obedient
servant asks your blessing.

My dear child, rise.

You are most welcome.

Welcome to court.

Mary.

Mary.

Some of you wanted me to put
this jewel to death.

That would have been a great pity,
sir.

To have lost your chief jewel
of England.

Sweetheart.

Edward. If it's a boy, Edward.

She'll be open-laced with stomach
by Corpus Christi.

SHE GASPS

It's been 30 hours.

The midwife says there is a choice,
sir.

Her Grace begs us to save the child.

Oh, God.

Let it be a son.

SHE GASPS

SHE SCREAMS

Thank God, you've come.

We've urged His Grace to accept
God's pleasure in taking the Queen.

Is the boy healthy?
He'll have to be nursed.

Then the King must take a new wife.

God's blood, man.

You tell him that.
He's in there?

His Grace will see no-one.

Your Grace.

Good day to Your Grace.

Have you seen my son?

Yes, sir.

He'll live, won't he?

He must live or there's no...reason
to it all.

Everything shall be done
for his governance, sir.

In the meantime,

I would urge Your Grace to think
of providing for a new wife.

Leave me, Cromwell.

But, Your Grace, sir.

It's time to be private.

We must consider
the boy's condition, sir.

Leave me!

I shall never...marry again.

You rub salt into my wound.

Now, go.

Go!

Before I do you some hurt.

Jane!

You will guard my son well?

Be loyal to him?

Yes, sir.

My Lord Hertford.

Your Grace.

As the boy's uncle,
you should be Lord Protector.

The succession goes to the prince...

and the Lady Mary and then Elizabeth.

(Guard him well.)

(My son.)

(Guard him.)

ls his food tasted?
Yes, sir.

Everything he eats...

There, there, come to your father.

HE HUMS

He bites his lip.
His grace is cutting another tooth.

BABY WAI LS

There, there, there, there, there.

Here, you take him. Take him.

He's a merry boy.

HE SNIGGERS

The fairest child that I ever saw,
Your Majesty.

Yes.

Now, Ambassador,

about Madame De Longviers.

The lady is promised to Scotland.

If Your Majesty would consider
her sister, or Princess Madeleine.

Monsieur, I am big in person
and I have need of a big wife.

I know. You shall bring them all
to Calais for me.

It is not possible
to trot them out like horses,

but if Your Majesty sends someone
to look at them.

I must see for myself.
See them sing.

Perhaps you would like
to try one after the other

and keep the one
you find most agreeable.

Thank you, Monsieur.
We shall think on it.

If I may protest to Your Grace.

Yes, the Protestant League.

You never stop suggesting it.

It would restore the balance, sir.

A treaty with Cleves would drive a
wedge between France and the Empire.

Let me see that picture again.
Everyone praises

her virtue.

Her beauty.

Mm.

But is it a likeness? Mm?
Master Holbein

is generally faithful, sir.

Is she musical? Does she sing
and play the lute?

I believe not,
but her needlework is unsurpassed.

Shall we weave with her, then?

HE SNIGGERS

What a blow to the Empire
and to France

to ask them both for brides
and to take neither.

I'll do it. I'll do it.

I'll have this erm... Anne of Cleves.

Send someone to negotiate
the marriage.

Where is she? Where is this paragon?

We did not expect Your Grace
at Rochester.

The Princess Anne and her ladies...

Get Cranmer.
He cannot abide our impatience.

We would nourish love
with a suitable gift of welcome.

Meierstaat.

Madam.

Welcome to England, madam.

I trust Your highness has not
suffered from her journey.

J6, ja.

SHE SPEAKS FLEMISH

Good.

SHE SPEAKS FLEMISH

Baroness Bremdt.

Frau Osenbrooke.

Baroness Locke.

Frau Willig. Frau Swatzenbrooke.

I will bring an interpreter, sir.

No, no, no, another time.
My Lord.

Your Highness.

Your Grace.

Whom should a man trust in this world
when there is no thing real in it?

Is this her likeness?
Yes.

Where are the great pits
in her face?

She has a queenly manner, I think.

I like her not. Do you understand?

She is nothing fair
and I like her not!

You must find means
to avoid this marriage.

There can be no impediment now, sir.

Not unless you wish to drive her
brother into the Emperor's hands.

I have not been well served,
Cromwell.

I have not been well served.

LAUGHTER

He said they wanted 3,000 of those.

I promise you one thing.

These strange maidens that moo about

are going to be shipped back
to Cleves in the morning.

Yes, Your Grace.

If I were not to satisfy my realm
and people, I would not do...

that I must do tonight.

For no earthly thing.

GIGGLING

Good God, madam.

HE GIVES BLESSING IN LATIN

Amen.

THEY WHISPER

I can't touch her, Howard.

All I say to her is good night
and good morning.

Poor men can choose their wives,
but I have this great Flanders mare.

I like her even worse now someone has
told her to be more agreeable.

Howard,
she smiles at me all the time.

Cromwell has much to gain,
Your Grace.

He received money
from the Duke of Cleves

when the marriage was celebrated.

It shall not be consummated.

I'll find a way to have it annulled.

They're packing her off to Richmond
for her health.

The one thing
that's pleasant in her company

is that maid in waiting, your niece.

We are all in sympathy
with Your Grace.

You shall think no more on it today,
sir.

But enjoy the fine dinner
that my Lord Gardiner has prepared.

Yes. I like Lambeth.

I like Gardiner's table.

LAUGHTER AND CHATTER

Your little niece...

is she a good girl?

Irreproachable, sir.

Of the most pure
and honest condition.

Not like another of your clan.

Anne Boleyn.

Oh, no, Your Grace.

She is a good Catholic.

Make her a grant of land.

THEY CHAT AND LAUGH

A young wilding to whip the stale
blood and lead him back to Rome.

But how to do it, eh, My Lord?

We'll put it to the clergy that
His Grace wedded against his will.

It would prevent
a threatened invasion.

She'd never agree to a divorce.

If the terms were attractive,
she might become his adopted sister.

Are you Plantagenet, my dear,
but a descendent of Charlemagne.

The College of Arms
looked it up for me.

There's Cromwell to consider.

He's abused his betters long enough.

She'll help rid him for us.

Good day, then, Mistress Howard.

Your Grace.

For the present.

Your Grace.

Fine dinner, Gardiner.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Mm. Delightful.

You are greatly honoured, niece.

I had not looked for it, sir.
I had...

Mistress, you may no longer
consider your own wishes.

You now have a duty to return
England to the true faith.

I enjoyed comfort in your house.
So much gold plate.

And so many retainers
in His Lordship's household.

A small army.

Ah, Cromwell.

Your Grace.

My Lords.

We are pleased to see this concord.

What's this I hear
of your land enquiry?

Sir?
To the German princes,

as to whether they have
any castles for sale.

Your Grace knows how rumours fly.
No more than that?

We should be sorry to think you're
deserting us for Lutheran ground.

Indeed, sir. Howard, did you
look at those geldings for me?

Shortwinded, Your Grace. I sent 'em
back with their tails docked.

Your Grace knows
I would never exceed

the limits imposed by his articles.

I'm glad you're not going to Germany
and staying here to do good service.

Sir, if I could...
Your Grace.

Good day to you, Master Wriothesley.
My Lord.

It lies within my powers to make
Your Majesty more prosperous.

How would I reward you?
You have it all.

The Privy Seal. The Garter.

The Vicar General.

The Earldom of Essex
and now Lord Chamberlain.

What more could I do for you?

Your Grace might box
my head at times.

That would not be seemly.

But I'm keeping Your Lordship
from his business.

Concerning the validity
of His Majesty's union

and the Queen's contract
with the Marquess of Lorraine.

I thought it had been disclaimed.

You are in a hurry
to begin without me.

She will need to stay here
as security for Cleves' behaviour.

Cromwell, do not sit there.

It's no place for you.

TRAITORS do not sit with gentlemen.

My Lord of Essex, I arrest you
in the King's name.

I'm no traitor.

Upon your conscience.

Am I a traitor?
Let me speak to the King!

It's your own law. No man accused
of treason may attend His Grace.

Send to his house! Take him!

Wait.

Now...take him away!

Traitor!

TH EY CHANT: Traitor!

Traitors!

But he...

he died in the faith.

HE SNIGGERS

GHOSTLY FEMALE LAUGH

Catherine?

SHE LAUGHS

Velvet sarcenets.
You wanted me to have them.

But not in such quantity,
my darling.

The treasure is not inexhaustible.

If it were, we would have given you
a public wedding at St Paul's.

Forgive me.

You know I can refuse you nothing.

You woke last night in your sleep.

You cried out.

I was dreaming bad stuff.

You what?

Mm? Mm?

There was a bird caught in the room.

In your dream?
Flying against the walls.

And the bed curtain.

And hitting the window.

I went to free it.

It was the devil
in the shape of a bird.

When I caught it,
it cried out in the devil's voice.

So I broke its neck.

'U.

Blind, blind.

I went blind, because...

It was but a dream, sir.

Yes, yes.

Do you remember your cousin?

Anne Boleyn.

Sometimes. Only saw her the once,
sir, at her coronation.

KNOCKING

Your Grace.
Do you have him?

Have I Your Grace's permission?

Bring him in, Lady Rochford.
Pick him up.

Not another one.

Oh, it's delightful.
You've had three already.

He's for the Lady Anne.
Of Cleves? Yes.

Oh, the settlements
I've had to make on that woman.

The manors, the estates
and now a spaniel.

Oh, so like to have
the little dog.

May I give it to her?

Please.

Oh.

It's a dear little thing.

She can have it.

Your Grace is so kind.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, thank you.

I should have listened to Cranmer.

He said Cromwell was
the best servant.

Cromwell knew how to prod parliament.

An unlikely plot made me put the man
to death.

We were concerned for
Your Majesty's safety.

And your own profit, no doubt.

I know the good service
of the flatterers. Now, leave me.

Is it open? Dr Budd says
it must discharge freely.

What would you be without rank?
Leave him to Culpeper.

Does it offend you to do this?

No, sir.
I don't wish the Queen to see it.

And there's no-one else I trust.

Are you honest?

Your Grace?

You've only shown me loyalty.

HE WINCES
And affection.

You might have been my son, Thomas.

Your Grace does me much honour.

Not too tight.

Oh, it's strange.
I was feeling so improved.

But says the physician, it was caused
by that fall I took. Remember?

Yes, sir.

And not God's judgment.

I can't joust any more,
but when this is healed,

I'll rise at five, hear mass at seven
and ride till dinner time.

I should not eat so much.

Your Grace will tire us all yet.

There is not a man in the kingdom
works harder and they know it

and love you for it.
Wait till our progress next month.

I'll be hunting up North
and game aplenty.

Is it done?
Yes, sir.

Off with you.

DISTANT GIGGLING

GIGGLING CONTINUES

YELLING

HE GROWLS COMICALLY

SHE GIGGLES

Come.
Now we shall ride out together.

THUNDER ROLLS

Come on. Down you get.

Oh.

# I think of them
that I think of most

# And I think of them
in their peep-into-holes

# Creep is up and creep is down
and peep into holes. #

Come here, you rat catcher.

You can go now.

Your Grace.

Who's that man?

The new secretary, sir.

I've not seen him before.

He was in attendance
on my grandmother.

THUNDER ROLLS

His name?

Dereham, sir.

Mm.

We can't have you taking ill.

You've looked something pale of late.

Pinching your cheeks.

No, sir, I'm in good health.

Mm.

Are you with child?

No, sir.

HE SIGHS

I had a specialjewel made for you,
madam.

A jewel, sir?

I had hoped to have given it
to you by now.

Do you have it here?
Mm.

Will you show it to me?

It was to have been a reward, but
I see it must be a pledge instead.

This.

Beautiful, it is.

You should know I read bad, sir.

A rose without a thorn.

Take it, Catherine.

Wear it now.

My very little girl.

HE GU FFAWS

We are pleased to learn
your subjects in the North

showed such gratifying repentance.

And such gratifying coin, my lords.

And the Prince has returned
to health.

We asked our holy father of Lincoln
to draw up a thanksgiving for this.

And for our good life with the Queen.

Sir...
And know this, my Lord Archbishop,

we will NOT have her Grace subjected
to malicious gossip.

We will NOT have secret papers
thrust into our hands.

Nor will we believe such CALUMNIES,

coming, as they do, from the
Protestant members of this counsel.

Your Grace will have to know

that since our first discoveries,
certain examinations

have been conducted.

Gropings, you mean. The Rack.

No, sir, enquiries
into her childhood.

Confessions made by waiting women
in her grandmother's house.

You believe servants' gossip?

Sir, that evidence is well
substantiated and can be confirmed

by my Lord Admiral
and the Duke of Suffolk.

You have been busy, haven't you?

Your Grace requested me
to verify the facts.

For our protection.
To prevent slander.

My Lord, I eat clerks!
I don't listen to them!

Your Grace, we have indeed talked
with the gentlewomen,

who were in service
to the Duchess of Norfolk.

Several of them were privy
to the Queen's guilt.

And can testify to the impure life
led by Her Grace

before her marriage to you.

I give it no credence.

The lesser misconduct took place
with one Mannox, a musician,

when Her Grace was 13 years of age.

The more culpable
was a Master Dereham.

Dereham...

With the scar on his face.

Both these men were subsequently
examined by Your Grace's secretary.

Dereham admits he was accustomed to
visit Her Grace's chamber at night

and that they exchanged
many gifts and love tokens.

You told me she was pure.

That there was no impediment
to her marriage!

Dereham denies any familiarity
with the Queen since her marriage.

And this was some years ago?

Yes, Your Grace.

She's always shown
perfect love to me.

Your Grace must consider Dereham has
been taken into the Queen's service.

Thus proving her intention
to wrong Your Grace.

And therefore presumptive treason.

The musician confesses
to having felt the secrets

and other parts of the Queen's body,

to having seen a private mark on
her body. The other openly declares

he has known her carnally
many times

and in the presence
of these servants.

HE SOBS

GIGGLING

CLATTER OF HOOVES

Henry.

Your guilt is clear
and your life forfeit by the law.

But the King extends
his mercy to you.

He believes your sins
were committed in ignorance.

If you acknowledge
and make confession of them,

you will not suffer from it.

I thank the King for his mercy.

For all his goodness.

I'm sorry if I have wronged him.

He's been most kind to me.

Madam, answer me now, truly
and faithfully, by the sacrament

you received on Allhallows.

Did you not lie with Master Dereham?

You are on holy oath, madam.

I was constrained to it.

Yes.

Without my will or consent.

And you called him husband?

You were, in fact, promised to him.

Never. No, sir.

Madam, think now. I beg of you.

I am trying to help Your Grace.

If you acknowledge pre-contract,

you are a bigamist,
but you may still be divorced.

There was no pre-contract.

I am a Howard, sir,
and Master Dereham a poor creature.

I was foolish with him, yes.

But he has not touched me,
nor looked upon me,

except in honour,
since I married with the king.

For good reason, which he admits.
What reason?

He was supplanted by another.

He was succeeded in Your Grace's
attentions by Thomas Culpeper.

Oh, sir.

Oh, your goodness, help me.
I beg you.

Help me.

I would have wed him.

And been his wife.

But they worked on me, sir.

My Lord Norfolk,
Gardiner, my grandmother.

Talking, whispering together.

Talking till I was dazzled.
Till I was bound to the King.

SHE BECOMES INCOHERENT

You must calm yourself.

Don't touch me!
Your Grace.

You all handle me.

SHE SOBS

Your Lordship's a good man.

She was the devil.

My cousin.

They broke her neck for it.

She died well, they say.

No...

SHE SOBS

Culpeper!

Thomas!

Thomas Culpeper!

No!

Nooooooooooo!
HE WAILS

HE GIVES LATIN BLESSING

SQUAWKS

Signor Chapuys!

Good day, Your Excellency.

I must see His Majesty.
Not now. He won't hear of business.

He diverts himself in the field
lately.

But France has broken the peace

and attacks the Emperor
in his lands.

If I make war on France, Signor,
I shall lose...

...their annual tribute.

Is the Emperor prepared
to recompense me?

But, sir, you have already concluded
with His Imperial Highness

to campaign against
the common enemy.

How do I know he will keep his word?

I've been cheated too often, Signor.

I'm quite independent.

If people want me,
they may come forward.

With offers.
Your Majesty, may I remind you...?

Edward!

Edward!

Are you all right?

Mistress Parr,
you like children, I think.

I am not unused to them, sir.

Since your husband's death, I have
seen you many times at court, madam.

Your house is known
for its entertainment.

My husband left me well provided,
sir.

You...

you favour...the new faith,

do you not, madam?

I favour toleration, sir,
and freedom of conscience.

Many Protestants visit with you,

among them Sir Thomas Seymour
who's been paying you advances.

Are you promised to him?

No, sir.

Because I, um...

I know you for a lady of good fame...

...serious and well learned, madam.
You...

...have that reputation.

In short, I wish to wed with you.

Your Majesty.

Well?

Your Majesty would find me
ill-chosen for a wife.

Why?
On account of my beliefs.

You think them so different?
By your pardon, sir.

Yes?

When a boy of 15 can be tied
to a stake at Smithfield and burnt

for his faith.

Speaking against the Sacrament
is a sin,

and tolerating it a worse sin.
Then I must be a great sinner,

and no fit wife for Your Grace.

Besides, I have no children,

nor hope of issue.

You said yourself,
my children should have a home.

And...

And I...

desire company, madam.

I would not be alone.

Not alone.

# You bade me with a kiss. #

And now you shall try.

Oh, that was the wrong key.

Ooh, no. False note, my boy.

Here. Pluck this. Pluck this.

# In this meadow,
you bade me with a... #

You see, brother?

He has found peace at last.

Of a kind, sir. A sort of peace.

A strange sort of love.

Send for Cranmer quickly.

Your Grace

must prepare to meet his God.

What judge sends you
to pass this sentence?

Your physician, sir.

They can do no more.

Will Your Grace make confession now?

To Cranmer?

HENRY LAUGHS WHEEZILY

HENRY COUGHS

For my body...

...let it be laid at Windsor.

Yes, Your Grace.

With her.

With Jane.

Your Grace,

do you die in the faith of Christ?

Do you die in Christ's faith, sir?

'Of your charity, pray for the soul
of the most high and mighty prince,

'our late Sovereign Lord,
King Henry VIII.

'Of your charity, pray for the soul
of the most high and mighty prince,

'our late Sovereign Lord,
King Henry VIII.

'Of your charity, pray for the soul
of the most high and mighty prince,

'our late Sovereign Lord,
King Henry VIII.'