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[ANNE GASPING]

[ANNE SCREAMING]

Your Majesty.

Gentlemen. Your Majesty.

What's this?

The Valor Ecclesiasticus.

The results of the commissioner's investigations into the wealth and practises

of all the religious houses in Your Majesty's kingdom.

It lists the treasures, the wealth, the vast private lands

of the monasteries, priories and other religious establishments.

It as well lists the innumerable cases of laxity,

corruption, evil practise and fraud which have flourished unchecked

and in some cases for hundreds of years

in these same institutions.

Meanwhile, Majesty, your own treasury is much depleted.

Is it not a thing to marvel at?

The richness of those who ought, by right, to be your subjects?

And the poverty and debt of the English Crown?

It is indeed.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

George?

Sir Henry. Your Majesty.

I came again to pay court to Lady Sheldon,

with the king's permission.

Yes. Yes, of course. I--

I also wanted an opportunity to express

my love and devotion to Your Majesty.

As a reformer myself, I know all the good works you do

without ever seeking any praise but always deserving it.

When I visit religious houses, I do so to urge those inside

to cleanse and purify their corrupt lives and doctrine.

Or else they will surely be destroyed.

Yes. Yes, it's true.

We Evangelicals must breathe new life into dead bones

and encourage the ignorant to believe in the priority of faith

and the word of God.

I see we understand each other, Sir Henry.

Lady Sheldon,

Sir Henry Norris has come courting.

My lord.

Madam.

You wanted to see me? Yes.

I had the dream again.

Anne. ANNE: I told you,

I am her death and she is mine.

For God's sake. So long as they are both alive,

I can't be safe.

Why doesn't Catherine just die? Everyone keeps telling me how ill she is.

I mean, why doesn't she die? Stop it.

I had a thought. The next time Henry goes abroad,

I shall be left as regent. I can just order their deaths.

[ANNE LAUGHING]

You're crazy. Stop it.

Stop it!

Listen to me.

You're the Queen of England. For the love of God, act like it.

After all, you were a lady to Queen Catherine.

You saw and heard how she behaved.

It seemed to me she never betrayed her real feelings.

Can you not be more like her?

More like Catherine? Yes.

You heard me.

At least seem happy.

Not a heap of misery.

[BELL TOLLING]

Father Abbot.

Father Abbot.

MAN: What is it, Brother John?

JOHN: A letter from the king.

We are to be suppressed.

By the orders of Mr. Cromwell.

I don't understand. Give me the letter.

What have we done, Father?

I don't know.

What is to become of us?

Will you ask the French ambassador again

if Francis will not relent and agree...

to the marriage of Elizabeth to his son?

I might. Well, don't you think it's important?

And don't you think the future of your daughter is important?

Of course I do. Well, then I--

Surely you understand that Francis' refusal

to agree to the marriage in the first place was insulting.

Do you want me to go back and beg? No, of course not.

Sweetheart,

it's been tasted.

It's not poisonous.

Fact of the matter is,

it might be better for us to pursue an alliance with the emperor.

And that would suit Catherine. It has nothing to do with Catherine.

It has to do with England.

And England's interests.

After all,

I am supposed to be concerned with that.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

You have no reason to be.

You care for our daughter, as you should.

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But leave the greater things to my care.

Do you understand?

CROMWELL: What a pleasure to have you and your lovely wife to sup, Your Grace.

So tell me, you are suppressing some religious houses?

I am starting to, yes.

And what else? No.

I am intending to abolish almost all the holy days

that fall during the law terms and the harvest.

This enforced holidays, they damage the country's economy,

stop vital works, and in fact they also impoverish workers.

And the priests?

As far as the clergy are concerned, we mean to issue a set of injunctions

requiring them to preach the Supremacy.

There will be an injunction requiring parents and employers to teach

their children and servants

the Lord's Prayer, Creed and the Ten Commandments,

in English rather than Latin.

And all clerics will be put on notice

to attack the superstitious cults surrounding images and relics.

They'll be told it will more profit their souls to bestow upon the poor and the needy

what they would currently waste on relics.

That's very good, gentlemen.

But allow me to chide you.

I don't think that you are going far enough or fast enough.

Your wife is a great radical, Thomas. She is. And illegal.

[MEN CHUCKLING]

Two reasons to hide her.

Being carried around in a box does not make you laugh.

My dear, I am sorry about that.

I'm not your dear. I'm nobody's dear. I'm a woman and I demand equal respect for my ideas.

For me, the practises of the Catholic Church are evil.

The way people are kept in total ignorance and made to feel guilty

about their own bodies and their own thoughts.

And, even worse, the idea that the rich can buy

a plot in heaven for their souls.

I agree with you. The Catholic Church is corrupted, it's irredeemable.

Then you should smash and destroy it,

utterly and totally and without pity.

That is my advice to you, Mr. Cromwell.

Now you can put me back in my box.

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CROMWELL: Good evening, Your Grace.

Good evening, Mr. Secretary.

We're ready.

Why are you here, Thomas?

To see the degradation that we have been forced to?

No.

I don't like to see it.

I wonder why you stay here.

Why don't you come back to court?

I love the queen.

Nothing in this world would make me leave her.

I am a Catholic.

I believe in my faith.

Perhaps you poets don't believe in anything.

In love, perhaps.

You may kiss me.

Then you will leave me alone.

Forever.

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Elizabeth.

Sir?

Oh, forgive me. I should have warned you of my impending visit.

Who are you? My name is John Leland.

I am His Majesty's librarian.

You keep a library in the priory, I believe.

We do indeed, Mr. Leland.

It contains many fine and old manuscripts and texts.

We're very proud of it.

The king has commissioned me to peruse and diligently search

all the libraries belonging to those religious houses

about to be suppressed.

He is anxious to preserve all their literary treasures.

You mean you intend to remove them from here?

Naturally.

They will be housed in the royal libraries.

But-- His Majesty has also ordered me

to find texts that would emphasise the Royal Supremacy

and the new monarchy.

I do not think, Mr. Leland, that you will find many such texts here.

WOMAN: Your Majesty?

Elizabeth.

Oh, my own heart.

[LAUGHS]

ELIZABETH: Ma. Mama.

Ooh. Hello.

[KISSING]

You may leave us now, Lady Bryan.

My dear girl, my sweetheart.

Have you missed me? Yeah.

ANNE: You missed me?

I missed you.

So much.

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Oh, let me go with you.

Where? Show me. Show me where.

ELIZABETH: Here. ANNE: Here? They stopped here?

Mama will watch you feed the fishies.

Where? There and here.

ELIZABETH: I see them.

I see them. I see the fishies.

ANNE: Where do you see fishies, my darling?

MAN: My lord.

Have you talked to the queen recently?

Yes. She's giving me cause for concern.

Anyone can see that the king is not so much in love with her as he used to be.

What's wrong with her? I don't know.

Perhaps she's afraid.

Poor George. Have you gone soft-headed?

Me? No. I hope not.

You see, George, the stakes are too high.

Whoever is a coward now will soon rue the day and regret his misfortune.

Successful people only recognise fear in others.

Go and talk to your sister again.

WOMAN 1: Feeling better? WOMAN 2: Much, thank you.

Ladies. My lord.

My Lord Boleyn.

[FIDDLER PLAYING]

[CHATTERING AND LAUGHING]

Is this not better, George?

Much better.

MAN: Yes. ANNE: Will you dance, my lord?

No, not now.

Wine, my lord.

All this time and you're still in love with her.

You're wrong, my lord.

My love is sprung and spent a long time ago.

Anne!

Go!

WOMAN 1: Your Majesty. MAN: Your Majesty.

WOMAN 2: Your Majesty.

WOMAN 3: Your Majesty.

Mark.

Play a volta.

[MARK PLAYING]

[GROANING]

[HENRY YELLS]

I want to conceive again.

I want to conceive a son.

A son to be the living image of his father.

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But I can't.

Why?

As long as they're alive, I can't conceive a son.

What are you saying?

Catherine and her daughter.

Are you saying you want me to kill them?

Mary?

Is it you?

Elizabeth. Madam.

I have not seen my daughter for more than four years.

Is it not cruel of them to keep her from me?

Gentle madam, yes.

It burns my heart.

Read the curia's judgement to me again. Please.

[CATHERINE COUGHING]

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"We pronounce that the marriage

between Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon

stands firm and canonical

and their issue still stands lawful and legitimate."

You see,

this is the eternal truth,

which no man can ever deny.

Holy Father, Eminencies. The next item for our deliberation--

Alessandro.

Let me look at you.

Well, well, well, how you've grown.

You're almost a man.

Are you honest and clean?

Sì, Grandfather.

When you pray to God, are you truly humble?

Sure.

Good boy.

Off you go.

He'll make a fine cardinal.

Don't you think?

Monsignors, we have other business to discuss.

First, I have invited the sculptor Michelangelo

to paint a Last Judgment in the Sistine Chapel.

Holy Father,

there are still people who object to his work on the ceiling.

I know. I did myself.

But now I like it.

Won't the Judgment be expensive? No. We won't pay him very much.

He's only an artist, after all.

[MEN CHUCKLING]

What of the King of England's great matter?

I will tell you a story.

Once, when I was a boy, I went swimming.

And the tide carried me away,

far from the shore, into the deepest water.

It was then I prayed aloud to God,

and a friendly wave came and pushed me back to the shore.

So it is with the King of England.

He has been carried far from the shore, but he does not know it.

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He does not ask for God's help.

He does not ask for our help.

He thinks he can swim alone.

But very soon he will realise

he is not swimming but drowning.

[YELLING IN FRENCH]

[SOBBING]

Why are you crying like a baby?

These are nothing but idols.

[LAUGHS]

Father, who are these men?

Bretons, from France. Huguenots.

Protestants? Yes.

Perhaps Mr. Secretary Cromwell felt that he couldn't trust Englishmen

to destroy their own heritage and besmirch their own faith.

MAN 1: The queen.

MAN 2: Your Majesty. MAN 3: Your Majesty.

MAN 4: Your Majesty.

MAN 5: Your Majesty. MAN 6: Your Majesty.

MAN 7: Your Majesty. MAN 8: Your Majesty.

MAN 9: Your Majesty. MAN 10: Your Majesty.

Excuse me, Your Majesty. Your Majesty.

I came to see the king.

Madam, His Majesty left early this morning to go hunting with the Duke of Suffolk.

And other nobles.

Suffolk?

Yes, madam.

I remember now, he told me.

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MAN 1: Your Majesty. MAN 2: Your Majesty.

MAN 3: Your Majesty.

MAN 4: Your Majesty. MAN 5: Your Majesty.

MAN 6: Your Majesty. MAN 7: Your Majesty.

MAN 8: Your Majesty.

[GRUNTING]

[YELLS]

A good kill.

Do you want to go back to the palace?

No. Is there somewhere around here we can stay?

There's Wulfhall.

Wulfhall.

Who owns that house?

Sir John Seymour and his family.

I remember Sir John. He was in France with us.

Let's go surprise him.

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Sir John!

Hey!

Sir John!

Sir John! Who is this shouting?

Sir John, you have an unexpected guest.

[CHUCKLES]

Your Majesty. Sir John.

SEYMOUR: You are most welcome.

[ELIZABETH SPEAKING IN LATIN]

Amen.

Your Majesty must forgive the tardiness of my kitchen.

I think I'm very well looked after, Sir John.

The duke and I were reminiscing about the French campaign.

Ah, yes.

It was a shame we only fought one battle against them.

Ah, but what a battle.

I remember how we charged at them,

with His Grace leading the vanguard with tremendous bravery.

And how the French were broken and routed in the charge

and fled the field before us.

And all we saw were their spurs.

I must tell Your Majesty, the Milanese ambassador was amazed by you.

He said to me, "The king was fresher after his exertion than before.

I do not know how he can stand it."

[MEN LAUGHING]

To past victories.

Sir John.

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Mary?

Oh, Mary.

My daughter.

Oh, sweetheart. Sweetheart.

Is it you?

Don't weep. Don't weep. Let me look at you.

There you are.

I have not seen you for so long.

An eternity. And here you are.

Oh, my sweet child.

My beloved child.

My angel.

My world.

Mary.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

She was here.

She came to me.

Yes, madam.

I know.

[CATHERINE GROANS]

Let me summon a doctor for you.

No. I don't want a doctor.

I have wholly committed myself to the pleasure of God.

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ELIZABETH: May the omnipotent God

have mercy upon you

and forgive you your sins.

And may Jesus Christ lead you to eternal life.

Oh, Mark, I'm so sad.

Why sad?

If I had a son...

If I had a son, it would bring about a golden world.

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[BRANDON & SEYMOUR LAUGHING]

SEYMOUR: None of us had ever seen a sea of mud like that before.

BRANDON: I didn't quite know what to think of it.

SEYMOUR: When your horse sank up to his hindquarters in it,

I shall never forget your face.

BRANDON: What was I supposed to do? I was in full armour.

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Yeah? Well, you hadn't had that before.

Your Majesty, may I present my daughter,

the Lady Jane Seymour.

Jane.

Your Majesty?

Mr. Secretary Cromwell is here.

CROMWELL: Madam.

You wished to see me?

My father tells me you are determined

to close every religious house in England. Is it true?

Yes.

As Your Majesty knows, the Church commissioners found

that fraud, laxity and abuse were commonplace.

Yet some religious houses received good report. Is that not also true?

I also hear that all the wealth and assets of the monasteries

are to be transferred to the king's treasury.

Indeed. I intend to make the king the most powerful

and the richest king in Europe.

But surely some of that wealth could be put to better uses.

Better uses, madam?

Yes. For endowments to charitable and educational causes,

which even Wolsey did.

Madam, I am surprised to hear you question the king's policy,

which your father and brother wholeheartedly support.

I question the policy, Mr. Secretary, because I am not convinced

that it is the king's. Madam, I--

You are far too highhanded, Mr. Cromwell.

You ought to be careful or I will have you cropped at the neck.

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[SPEAKING IN LATIN]

CATHERINE: I know that I must die.

I ask that my debts be cleared

and my servants be recompensed

for the good service they have done for me.

I wish to be buried in the convent of the Observant Friars.

And I would wish that 500 Masses be said for my soul.

And that someone would visit

Shrine of our Lady of Walsingham

to pray on my behalf.

For my daughter, Mary,

I leave my collar of gold

I brought from Spain.

And my furs.

[CATHERINE COUGHS]

Madam, let me help you.

CATHERINE: Thank you, my loyal and loving Elizabeth.

I must write to the king.

My lord and dear husband,

I commend me unto you.

The hour of my death draws fast on,

and my case being such,

the tender love I owe you

forces me to put you in remembrance of the health

and safeguard of your soul

which you ought to prefer

above all considerations of the world of flesh whatsoever,

for which you have cast me into many miseries

and yourself into many cares.

For my part,

I do pardon you all.

Yea, and I do wish and pray dearly, God,

he will pardon you also.

For the rest,

I commend unto you our daughter, Mary,

beseeching you to be a good father unto her

as I have always desired.

And lastly...

I vow...

that mine eyes desire you

above all things.

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Elizabeth, help me.

[PRIEST SPEAKING IN LATIN]

[SPEAKING IN LATIN]

[ELIZABETH SOBBING]

Madam.

What is it, Nan?

[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]

Now I am indeed queen.

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

Oh, Jesus.

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Elizabeth.

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[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHATTERING]

GIRL 1: Happy May Day, dear cousin.

GIRL 2: And to you, happy May Day.

Sir John, this is my wife, Catherine.

Sir John, how do you do? Catherine.

Right. That's the winner.

[HORNS PLAY FANFARE]

Here comes His Majesty now.

WOMAN 1: My lady.

WOMAN 2: Your Majesties. WOMAN 3: Your Majesties.

Your Majesties.

Go watch the cockfight, sweetheart.

MAN 1: My lady. MAN 2: My lady.

Not performing today, Mark?

No, not today, my lord.

But perhaps later tonight.

I'm not sure.

Have you told her about me?

About us?

No. Well, why the hell not?

You're George Boleyn. You're like a bloody god around here.

If you could read Greek, Master Smeaton,

you would know that even the gods had problems with their wives.

GIRL: Take the ribbon.

Sir John.

Your Majesty.

HENRY: We wanted to thank you once more for your generous hospitality.

All the more so because our visit was so unexpected.

Sire, it was the greatest possible privilege and pleasure.

And the room Your Majesty slept in shall forever be known as the king's bedroom.

Your daughter, Jane, should come to court as a lady to Her Majesty.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

You do our family great honour.

Sweetheart. Come here.

[ELIZABETH LAUGHING]

Dada! Ah!

My Elizabeth.

Oh, guards, guards, protect me.

Yeomen! En garde. You're going to the Tower.

Protect me. Protect your king.

ELIZABETH: Mama. ANNE: Elizabeth.

My papa.

My Elizabeth.

Thanks.

BOLEYN: Anne.

Yes, Father.

I have heard some reports which alarm me.

What reports?

It seems you have quarrelled with Mr. Cromwell.

We disagreed on an important and public issue.

Anne,

I did not bring you up to have opinions or to express them

or to quarrel with those closest to the crown.

But I am closest to the crown. I am the king's wife.

And you should remember how you got there.

I know how I got there.

And it was not all you.

It was not all you or Norfolk or George

or any other man you want to name.

It was also me.

He fell in love with me. He respected me.

And my opinions.

[LAUGHING]

What is it?

You have no need to worry.

There is good news all round.

Catherine is dead.

And I...

I am pregnant.

Do you understand?

I am carrying the king's son.

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We are on the edge of a golden world.

WOMAN 1: Happy May Day, Your Majesty.

WOMAN 2: Your Majesty.

[ANNE LAUGHS]

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