All language subtitles for Mary.and.George.S01E03.Not.So.Much.As.Love.As.By.Awe.720p.NOW.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-FLUX_eng

'The following programme
contains strong language

and scenes of a sexual nature.'

You are like the plague.

Always there,
however much you bash it away.

John needs a future, too.

Sir Edward Coke is looking for a
soft man to wed his young daughter.

What sort of Lady is she? I hear
rumours - nothing of the sort.

And I might just believe them.
A paragon of evil

told me I must tell him
all I know of you.

Take me. Bury me.

I wanna forget who I am.

Where are we?
Patience.

Well, you're never patient with me.
Ah. Still.

A private concert?

Won't we wait for the music's end?

I don't... like spectators.

Ignore him. He's nothing.

Who's there? Are there other -
No.

Every touch is mine.

Every kiss. Every inch of length.

Me.

Well, who were they?
Who?

Who?

You're funny.

But know I only want you.

Are you sure?

There isn't another
you want even more?

I sometimes wonder
if you mean to hold me

not so much by love as...

...as by awe.

Love IS awe.

See? He's mine.

My ma had the same gift as I

and she would warn me, "Girl...

'tis a dangerous game
to know our future.

Bad enough we must live it."

Oh, I quite like danger.

I see.

What else? What else do you see?

Tis a delicate thing fate.

How it breaks ya. For or against ya.

But I see...

...matters are astir.

The winds of change will blow.
Hm.

And if you are ready
to proudly wear a false face...

...blood will fall.

But not yours.

Now, at the finish...

...your victory...

...is assured.

Are we dry, yet?
I know I am.

Don't make me laugh, it's unhelpful.

Then stop your nervousness.
Or you'll sweat your face right off.

It doesn't matter
you've never been to court before.

You are ready for the King.

What is she wearing?

What are you doing?
You haven't written for weeks.

How is the King?

I don't know.

Somerset has had me
too busy to know.

What the fuck have you done
- with your face?
- Busy doing what?

'Anything low. Away from James.

So he and his Scots can toy with me
and treat me like shit.'

They trick me. They hurt me.

I don't know where I'm safe
or what to believe.

What happened to Sir David?
It was easier before.

He just upped and vanished.
No. Forget about him. He's gone.

I played music... in a veil,

for the King and Somerset
and a few others, while they all -

- What? Why?
- I was told
I was playing at a secret meeting

between Somerset
and a Catholic agitator.

- I know.
- You are here
to be close to the King

and that's what you must do.
I'm trying.

'The whole bedchamber's against me.'
No!

How many times
have you had the King?

'Twice.'

Unless you count manual.

No.

No. He worships you.

Ah, you perfect creature of God.

Always round up.
You've had the King thrice.

Somerset won't let me a fourth.

Not everything's in his power.

What isn't in HIS is in HERS.

They're both monsters.

Only children believe in monsters.

Or those raised by one.

Where are you going?

Hm. Maybe George has another little
concert of the flesh to perform at?

Oh, fuck off.

Yes, let it out.

Or perhaps your son
had the best idea? An early exit?

Who dressed you? A prostitute?

I heard you have one.

Careful.

Your first day in court.
Let it not be your last.

And look!

Even your phlegm is off-colour.

You should learn from HER.
Countess Somerset.

That's how you dress.

What are we playing today?
What are we playing?

Can I have a little go?

En garde, Your Majesty.
Huh?

Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha!

Alright. A little light-headed.
Enough's enough. Bring me my wine.

Thank you.

You're gonna kill your King,
are you? Eh?

Eh?

Why don't you give me
a wee kiss instead?

Come here.
Mm.

Agh.

Ah...

Ach.
Oh.

Oh, my wee little rabbit,
it'll be OK.

It'll be OK.
Oh.

Ahh.

Agh!

Not the first body the Somersets
have slain... apparently.

Et tu... Countess.

Though the other
did not stand again and bow.

I'm so sorry, Caesar.

He made me do it.

Enjoy the show, won't you, darling?

Keep going. Nearly there.

Wah! Wa-agh!

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
You? Christ! What for?

My wife.
Apology not accepted.

I still think a union
of my Frances and your John

benefits both families.

And my career, in truth.

You and your boy seem...
on the rise.

If only my two girls would agree.

They won't, Coke.
No.

But still, if I can help.

I may not control my family
but I AM Chief Justice.

I AM on the Privy Council.

England's laws, they do obey my...

Agh!
Oh, fuck me.

Coke, are you alright?

Is Sir Edward a wounded squirrel?
Oh, no.

No, I'm... I'm fine, Your Majesty.

Uh... I'm... I'm...

I'm just off to find my buried nuts.

Yeah, you do that. Fine.

Do I know you, madam?
Yes, Your Majesty.

Lady Mary Villiers Compton.

Oh. Oh, you're the mother of -
Yes.

Yes.
Aye.

Oh, he's a good boy.
He IS, Your Majesty.

And it's such a shame

that he is being treated
quite so unkindly.

Hm. Unkindly? In what manner of -

You don't think the King
has more important concerns?

Yes, how much have you drunk,
exactly, Lady Villiers Compton?

We've never met before this day
and you question my sobriet-ry?

It was just a question.

And I think
it's pronounced SOBRIETY.

Maybe it's time
for a dignified retreat, my Lady?

Not that "dignified"
is the right word.

The good Lady Hatton
- is right. As always.
- Oh.

Come.
Get your fucking hands off me!

Let her leave of her own volition.

Madam, no more.

It's not just your...
your fashion that is misjudged.

Let us have peace and play.

That's all I want.

Please.

Your Majesty.

You promised me
George was a new dawn.

But rather than replace one
Somerset, now there are two.

His wife is not my fault, is she?
No.

But your son is. Where is he?

He needs more time, that's all.
He has wasted enough already.

And you.
What sort of creature are you?

Or do I not want to know?

Where are you going, Lady Villiers?

To strategically vomit.

It all leaves a bitter taste,
doesn't it?

Your anger lets them win.
Oh, what do you know of them or me?

You wouldn't leave a poor
defenceless woman in the street?

Who let that Celt cunt be King?

Not James. Somerset.

Look at him.

I don't even think he's
that attractive. But wee Jimmy does.

And here we are...
watching from the gods.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

Pretending not to know, son?

I'm the Attorney General.

Statesman, lawman, philosopher.

A giant in a globe of dwarves.

The King will have mentioned me.
He must have. Often.

Yes, well,
he doesn't really discuss politics.

Oh, it bores him. And me.

I am Sir Francis Bacon.

Well, Bacon...
what is it that you want?

To guide you better than Mamma.

Shouldn't be hard.

You deserve so much more than her.

Let me give it to you,

a fellow, special deity.

Drink?
Sure.

Do you know who I am?
No.

I am the Earl of Essex.

I was Countess Somerset's
first husband.

Commiserations.

Have you heard the songs
they sing about my...

...my impotence?

Sung from here
to Colchester and back,

in every inn or brothel.

That was part of her campaign
to smear my name,

to get her divorce from me.

All for her to marry Somerset.

Her lies worked, then?

Not lies, alas. Though...

...I was not unable to...

function... until I wed her.

She cursed me...

...with witchcraft
before our wedding night.

She'd already decided
she was repulsed by my markings.

Already had eyes for Somerset.

That's why I'm here.

To warn you of the power she yields.

Impotence is not really
a concern for me.

Nor witches' spells.
Believe me or not...

...you crossed her today in public.

She will come for you,
destroy you and your son...

as she did me.

Flee.

That's all you came here to tell me?
To flee?

And now you flee, too?

As I wish I HAD, from this country.
So why don't you?

She likes to...

She likes to keep me around...

as a message to others
to never cross her.

She told me if I don't appear,
she'll do much worse to me.

What could possibly be worse?

At least I am alive.

You know something else, don't you?

Tell me what you know.

This was a mistake.

Follow him.

Am I your servant now, master?
What do you want to be?

Paid.
You will.

Anything else?

To die a rich, fat old lady,

on a farm bigger than France...

with no Englishmen
for a thousand miles.

I will make it yours, mademoiselle.

They drug these, you know.

But I'm either immune or just...

addicted.

I wouldn't know.
You're not sure WHAT you are yet.

You're all lost in the wilderness.

Thanks for the drink, but I don't
understand a thing you say.

Then listen closer.

I'm just as lost
on the Privy Council.

King Somerset does what he wants
with the levers of state.

The powers of life and death
over us all.

And the King - the real one -
lets him,

suffocated by nothing
but a surly buggerer.

Are you NOT a... buggerer?

Yes, but I'm a very good one.

So, tell me...

...what is it that you have
against my mother?

Nothing. Never met her.

But she's not the woman
you think she is.

Still you make no sense.

Why am I here?
Just remember...

the King had boys before Somerset,
and more will come, as you have.

The King yearns
for a new, fresh cunt.

You.

Stop this moping, haunted manner
you now wander the court with.

Who wants THAT in their bed?

And stop letting Somerset
just stomp all over you.

I have heard that he has had -
You're safe, son.

I don't feel safe.
Somerset will topple.

Be sure you're there, stood tall,
when he falls.

And what if he doesn't?

Then draw a line with your Goliath
and say, "No more.

No more, or I, David, will sling."

Stand your ground.

Take what you want to take.

It looks like you've been hurt.

Not sure where I picked those up.

Though, do you WANT to hurt me?

Cos that's... you know, extra.

No.

Then we'll be gentle boys.

Won't we?

You hoping for divine intervention?

Who is not?
Those who can't wait on the Lord.

Are you not a true Christian?

You're the one
speaking of spells and witchcraft.
Not here.

Not in God's home, please.

God loves an honest tongue.

What's the worst she's done?

Sir Thomas Overbury.

He was a good man.

An old friend.

He objected to her marriage
to Somerset and her divorce from me.

For that, he was put in the Tower
on false charges.

'He was cursed... as I was...

...and then poisoned
by the Somersets.

Everyone in their
inner circle knows.'

They brag of it.

There's a woman who sees the future.

Go to her
and she'll be able to help you.

Please.

My ma had the same gift as I

and she would warn me, "Girl...

...'tis a dangerous game
to know our future."

Oh, I quite like danger.

I see.

What else?

What else do you see?

It's a delicate thing...

fate.

The winds of change will blow...

...and if you are ready
to proudly wear a false face...

blood will fall.

But not yours.

And at the finish...

...your victory is assured.

Hm.

A little vague.
I see what I see.

Mm.

Do you see what I see?
May the Devil piss in your eyes

and your hollow black heart
if you mock me.

He might. But there it is.

I see...

...a man chokes to death
in a prison cell, poisoned...

by an untouchable Lady and Lord
who'll never hang for it.

But all who helped him will.

The guard who served it.

'The Lieutenant of the Tower
bribed to get it in.'

The lady-in-waiting
who laced the pie.

'The apothecary
who supplied the poison.'

And the witch... who cursed the man.

Who doesn't want to see
a woman like that hang?

Unless she might offer evidence
that points to the rest.

Chief Justice,

here is evidence of a conspiracy
to murder Sir Thomas Overbury

by Lord and Lady Somerset.

That you wish me to prosecute?
No.

If you attempt to try it now, before
the box's contents are made public,

Somerset will lean on the King,
who'll lean on YOU.

Bury it. Take it home.

Hide it with
your most precious things.

Lady Hatton is the sort

who'll have your effects searched.
She'd never dare.

What's in the box?
Hm.

I already told you.
Will you do it?

If you do, George and I will rise
further, our children may be wed...

...and I will take you with us
on our ascent.

What do you think?

The King will excrete with joy.

Shall we expose more flesh?
Always.

Miss Turner.

Well, don't YOU look ghastly!

Haven't you duties to attend?

Or your instrument to play?

I have words...

...to say to the Earl of Somerset...

if I may.

Well, my husband and I
have no secrets.

We share everything.

Even truth.

I want it to stop.

What?
He's even sweating, poor bitch.

Come on. Stop what?

Yes, out with it.

These... intimidations...

...threats and games, all of it.

No more, please.

But what do you want?
A towel.

More... More time... with the King.

So why don't you ask him?

What's going on?

Oh... Your... Majesty.

I...

...miss... our...

...close...

...the moments...
Ah.

He wants more time with you, Sire.

Is that what YOU want, Your Majesty?

More of HIM?

Less of ME?

Is it the pox?
Likely so.

And he brought it to your palace.

But how was he infected?
Well, let us not speculate, Sire.

Though, if I was being unkind...
..I'd guess.

Your Majesty.

How can I touch you...

and risk
the whole nation's sanctity?

Return if you are
ever yourself again.

IF you ever are.

Out!

What did you do?

All the vile things I need do
to get you inside James' bed

and now you can't
step foot in the palace.

Can you just care for me?

I do. A great deal.

Who are you?

I'm the new girl.

Will I heal?

I've known many girls in the...
villages where I worked,

who... came down with these sores.

Most recover in time.

Mostly.

Mostly?

But not all of them?

I won't lie to you.
Some are marked still.

Have I seen you somewhere?

You probably passed my family farm.

Ah.

Am I, um... cursed?

Well, if any has cursed you, they'll
have your fucking ma to answer to.

Oh, I'm sure deep down
she's a big softie.

Do you know him?
Mm.

What is it, Francis?

Lady Hatton is telling everyone

that Coke is readying some
legal case against the Somersets.

There's witchcraft in it.
On what charge?

Murder. Thomas Overbury.

They cursed him
and then murdered the poor fuck.

And, as Attorney General,
I've asked for details

but Coke is stalling, while Somerset
is shitting his britches,

begging at the King's feet for days
to issue a pre-emptive pardon
against all possible charges.

The King had it drafted,

presented to the Privy Council.

And what happened? Did it work?

'We told the King, "A general pardon
against all past crimes,

impossible to sanction or sign."'

'And what did Somerset do?'

He offered his own legal counsel.

When will this... this trial -
Ways to go yet.

Seems they had many underlings in it
who need to be tried first.

So, recover... quickly.

And know this, George.

The Somersets...

they are un-fucking-done!

A goddess in cloth, my Lady.
I agree.

I'm not sure this is a good time
to bring more attention to -

Oh, the more attention, the better.
That's what I say.

What is it about your family
and unwanted appearances?

No, let Miss Turner stay.

You don't tell me what to do.
Then go.

How's George?

He's a leper now, isn't he?

Hm. Despite your best efforts,
not yet.

What efforts?

This. Doesn't look much like George.

But I suppose that's
not its purpose, is it,

the "corpus",
to push him towards death?

The hair that's pinned to it,
that one of your vicious boys

plucked from George,
that ties the spell.

What is she talking about?

No idea.
Can I see?

Yes, of course.

Thank you, Miss Turner.
Wouldn't want that
to get out anywhere.

Rumours of witchcraft are damaging
for both the cursed AND the cursee.

But you'll soon find that out
when it gets to the legal courts.

The Overbury matter, at least.

Not the curse on George.

So, you found a doll
with a hair on it?

What proof is that?

Of anything?
You're pathetic. In every way.

Let us see.
Yes... we will.

Because if we were
to have poisoned Overbury,

anyone we plotted with
would be the most loyal of animals.

The sort who know,
to keep us all safe,

they must keep their mouths
forever firmly shut.

The thing about mouths is there are
countless ways to open them.

Mr Franklin,
I'm waiting for an answer.

Are you an apothecary
of long standing,

and did you give poison
to Miss Turner,

which was used
to murder Sir Thomas Overbury?

Well, I AM an apothecary,

and... you COULD say it was poison,

but... these drugs have many uses.

I thought you were under
house arrest... you and your...

...wife.
It's true.

Coke had us detained
like criminals.

But you ARE...criminals.
I am...

Write to the King. Tell him
there's still time for a pardon.

Why would I do that?
So we can share him.

Like you want.

Even if...

I didn't detest you...

...he won't respond to my letters.

He's returned them all...

unopened.

They say he leaves his chamber
even less than I do.

Oh, he is lost without us.

Go to him in the flesh.

As I can't.

Look at me.

What are you doing?

I didn't ever want
to keep you from the King...

...but the King from YOU.

I love you.

Since I first saw you.

You're lying.
Look in my eyes and doubt me.

You know what I want.

Give it to me.

How do you find the strength?

A miracle.

How will you do it?

Get my pardon?
Ah.

Ahh.
My wife can hang if she has to.

As long as I am free, I don't...

I barely have the energy
to leave my bed...

let alone beg a king...

...for your freedom.

Most hours, I long for death.

I just wanted, like my mother...

...to fuck you...

...and it be the last thing
that you think of before you hang.

Mwah.

This speaks for itself.

Also in the box...

letters you sent to the witch

who had it made on YOUR say.

That witch has fled into the ether,
so we cannot ask her why.

I swear my husband did not know.

I acted alone.

For my own purpose.

It's noble... to protect him.

But who of our jury
believes that a man
of the Earl of Somerset's stature

could be so blind
as to his own wife's deeds?

I was neither guilty of, nor privy
to, any wrong Overbury suffered.

We'll see what the jury
weigh more heavily.

Your words...

...or the mass of evidence
that damns you to guilt.

Robert Carr, Earl of Somerset...

...the jury have
reached their verdict.

You have been found guilty

of the poisoning and murder
of Sir Thomas Overbury.

You will be carried to the Tower...

...and from thence
to a place of execution,

where you will be hanged until dead.

May the Lord
have mercy on your soul.

Lady Villiers Compton.
Lady Hatton.

Frances. Sir Edward.

You all look well.

You were impressive at the trial,
Sir Edward.

The court makes a man of you.

How's George? Is he better yet?

It is what it is.
Hm, is it? So he won't recover?

Just like everyone says.
What a shame.

- Woman.
- One shouldn't listen
to gossip, should one?

Well, mourn your son all you want,
he will never have my daughter.

As long as there's blood
in my strong heart.

As long as the terms are clear.

Ha.
Aha.

Oh, you DO have some wit.
I'll give you THAT.

But nothing else. Ever.

Such a different atmosphere
at court since the trial.

A new age.

What have you created, dear Mary?

Can you ever forgive me?
Whatever for, Your Majesty?

He tried to tell us about their...
unkindness.

And we... shunned you.

You carry his...

...his face, you know...

...on yours.

It hurts to even...

I may need some time alone to -
Walk with me, Your Majesty.

I deserve that. It is all I ask.

I was told you're a...
you were a harridan.

But I can see you're like me.

Against the odds
of what is thrown at us, we survive.

Though I worry that... that doll,

the Overbury figure, do you, um...

Do you think they made one of me?

I've, uh...
I've read of such things.

Death spells. Fertility spells.

Even... love spells.

Their curse is over, Your Majesty.

Well...

Well, I heard your infection
had taken you from me.

I should have written
and responded to your letters.

I -
You have lost, as well.

You really DID love him, didn't you?

I've wronged you.

You shall have more titles, land...

compensation.

I plan a trip to Scotland.

Come with me as my closest aide.

And now...

at this hour...

...tae my chamber. I need you.

May I perform for you, Your Majesty?

I've missed your audience.

All the world shall hear you play.

I suppose the pox
was the best warning

George could have been given.

"Do not associate with strange men."

I don't know.

Some of my best experiences
have been with strange men.

Hm, I'm sure.

Never visit my home again.
And leave George be.

A more impressive appearance
than the last time, anyway.

Vomiting in the gutter.

Drunken screaming at your foes

in that dreadful outfit
and painted face.

Or... was it all deliberate?

James DOES love an underdog
and you played the role perfectly.

Hm. I've never acted
a day in my life.

I can almost believe that.
Believe what you want.

Do what you want.
Just leave my fucking boy alone.

Sir David and I always disagreed
about the fucking boy's potential.

He was sceptical. But I am not.

And I did warn Sir David...

not to threaten you.

Blackmail is a low art
but you went lower.

You and your girl.
Are you threatening me?

It seems to be the fashion.

Is it? Should I threaten you back?

No. I assume you HAVE.

Now be quiet...

...and let George play.

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