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News has arrived from Flanders.
Your sister Isabella has passed away.

I will keep the news of my sister's
death to myself for a few hours.

Enough time to wed you.

Don Hernán Cortés?

His Majesty sends me to judge
Cortés's transgressions against the Crown.

Nobles of France. The treaty
I signed in Madrid is void.

Do you think I will be content
with a ransom for your sons?

You know well that
you will refuse it.

He only awaits your refusal to
blame you and thus take his revenge.

Italy must be freed from the
imperial troops besieging it.

My soldiers with
yours will achieve it.

They neither reward
me with the governorship

nor relieve me
from being judged.

What options remain for you?

Return to Castile and
defend myself before the king.

You were right. I never should
have trusted the King of France.

Finish what you have started.

I ordered you to return with
the bull or not return at all.

Your Highness, you need
me now more than ever.

Isabella? Isabella!

We are to be parents.

Don Felipe, Prince of Castile.

France and Rome have
joined forces to attack us.

Where? In Lodi, near Pavia.

The Duchy of
Milan is ours again!

I warned you! Our
alliance was not enough!

(MONTMORENCY) An alliance
with Suleiman is imperative.

You make me choose between
my scruples and my office.

(PAGE) Her Royal Highness,
Doña Maria of Hungary.

That Suleiman intended to
invade Hungary was known by all

and you did nothing
to prevent this tragedy.

All funds raised for the troops
in Italy will go to my brother.

No enterprise matters now
but the defense of Vienna.

Rome has been sacked.
And it was our troops.

Music

[Voices of alarm

and commotion in the distance]

Holiness!

Make haste, for the love of God!

We must depart for
Orvieto as soon as possible.

The imperial troops
will soon enter!

To all the princes
of Christendom.

I, Clement VII,
successor of Peter,

denounce before your
highnesses the crimes perpetrated

in the most holy Rome by Charles,
Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire.

May all Christendom hear
my plea for justice and aid

in this moment of
grief and misfortune.

Let no man allow this offense
against God to go unpunished.

Corpus Christi.

I assure you that Monsignor
will never set foot in court again.

If only the matter of
Rome could be settled

with the disdain of
a shameless bishop.

You are not guilty of the
misdeeds of a bunch of villains.

Villains or not, they fought for me,
the Emperor. The Defender of the Faith

whom Christendom now
considers worse than a heretic.

Libels against you
circulate everywhere.

We must swiftly put
a stop to them. How?

You have in the
kingdom writers capable

of refuting such slanders
with sound reasoning.

Let it be done. All European
courts must know of your regret

and your condemnation of
the sack. Will it be enough?

Harmful words are
combated with wiser words.

However, it would also
help to free His Holiness.

Your troops keep him
besieged in Orvieto.

So he can continue
plotting against me?

You will regain the favor
of the Castilian nobles.

Have I lost it,
then? No, my lord.

But there are those who
wonder which king they serve,

one who dares to attack
the head of the Church.

The league of my enemies
is weaker with him isolated.

Let us give him time.

Let him reflect on his actions.

We are all sinners.

His Holiness is no
less a sinner than I.

Hear me: He who lies with
his brother's wife commits a sin.

You see? My arguments are just.

What theologian could
deny me the annulment?

Your Highness,
you must read this.

It is sent by the Holy Father.

He requests your aid to break
the siege of the imperial troops.

He soon forgot that
he denied me his.

I warned him he would miss us.

However,

I believe it is in your
interest to assist him.

Do you intend for me to
send my troops to Italy?

Imagine the cost
of such a campaign.

His Holiness would
be in your debt.

Would he not have to satisfy it?

You are my chancellor,
by Saint George.

Find a way to free me from
Catherine without ruining me.

Then,

do not go alone.

My lord, listen to
my faithful Cromwell.

In Italy, he learned
all there is to know

about swimming and
keeping his clothes dry.

Strengthen ties with
the King of France

and march together against the
imperial forces to free the pope.

That arrogant Francis will
want to take all the credit.

I will prevent it. Trust me.

I assure you England will be the
standard-bearer of this holy mission.

No one in Christendom
will overshadow you.

Are you sure that bastard
spawn will grant me the bull

if I restore his freedom?

You will not find more
powerful theological arguments

to achieve your ends.

Can you explain to me why I
cannot speak with my husband?

Numerous affairs of
state occupy His Highness.

Among them, is he prohibiting my
daughter's letters from reaching me?

Is it not enough for him to strip
me of my privileges one by one?

To what end such cruelty?

Be reasonable and
things will return to normal.

How could I, if by doing so I deprive
my daughter of her inheritance?

Mary's legitimacy will
never be a bargaining chip!

In that case, madam, forgive me.
Other matters require my attention.

I will not yield!

Henry will not get his way!

Ensure you are under
protection when he so decides.

One day, Your Reverence,

my misfortune

will be yours.

In His infinite wisdom, God is
subjecting the pope to a severe test.

And, meanwhile, grants
us a golden opportunity.

The infamy of his troops
makes the emperor a pariah.

A pariah whose
coffers are empty.

And France will not ignore
His Holiness's call for help.

To that end, we
will invade Italy.

A new army will enter from the north
and recapture the Duchy of Milan.

Once our position in the duchy is
secure, we will advance towards Orvieto.

It is fitting that the Supreme
Pontiff returns to Rome

escorted by French troops.

How will you prevent the emperor from
sending reinforcements from the south?

By besieging Naples
by sea and land.

By sea?

- With which fleet?
- With that of Admiral Andrea Doria.

That Genoese sells
his services dearly.

And we have already
lost enough in this war.

For God's sake, Mother. Forget
already that traitor Bourbon.

I will find the necessary funds.

It is not prudent to
overextend one's own forces.

Now you demand prudence from
me? You forced me to attack Charles

when my advantage over
him was much weaker.

Now I have the chance to
defeat him and, at the same time,

to rise up as the
leader of Christendom!

I do not deny it.
The political triumph

would be as important
as the military one.

My dealings with the Turk
have tarnished my glory.

This victory would
restore its splendor.

I will do the
impossible to achieve it.

Calm yourself, Mother. We
are not alone in this enterprise.

I suppose you are Cardinal Tavera,
to whom I must pay my respects.

You are not mistaken. I
hope you had a good crossing.

Tedious, for the anxiety to defend
myself seemed to lengthen the days.

I have brought some
gifts for the emperor.

You will wait until
you are summoned.

The gold is welcome.

But his presence here
could not be less opportune.

Do we have news of the
proceedings against him in New Spain?

Not yet. But that man has proven
himself a traitor to the Crown.

Majesty. You promised
justice for all your subjects.

Does he who has given you so
much not deserve to defend himself?

Do not let the glitter of gold
blind you to the transgression.

However much the
Crown needs these riches.

What, then, am I to
do with this Cortés?

(SIGHS) I will not
hear his reasons

until our investigators
send their reports.

Then, I will grant him
the right to explain himself.

I promised justice. It is true.

Therefore, if he is guilty, he
will pay for it on the scaffold.

Majesty, I fear I do
not bring the best news.

Representatives of France and
England have entered Aragon.

They request safe conduct
and an escort to reach here.

Grant the ambassadors
what they ask.

It is the Chancellor of England
and the Constable of France.

(SNORTS)

You owe me a debt
and I intend to collect it.

I am not to blame that you
are such a poor card player.

Damn Pizarro...!

Cousin!

- I am glad to see you safe and sound.
- And I to see you in one piece.

I have suffered no few
hardships in that land we call Peru,

but all that is behind me. I
have also heard of your trials.

Not only must we fight against
the elements, but against...

our enemies, who are
everywhere and block our path.

His Majesty will not receive
you for the time being.

Does my sovereign
have the slightest idea

of the journey I have
made to kneel at his feet?

You will have to
wait. Give thanks.

I did not expect to see you in
this company, Your Reverence.

What brings you before me?

Majesty, not content with having taken
my lord, the King of France, prisoner,

you now hold His
Holiness the Pope captive.

As representatives of
the Christian princes,

we demand his freedom.

I am surprised your lord
makes demands of me

when he does not fulfill what was agreed.
What have you come to seek? Be clear.

My lord, King Henry, warns
you that he will use force

to free the Supreme
Pontiff if necessary.

Nor will the King of France
tolerate this treatment any longer.

Yield or we will not hesitate to
launch our armies against you.

Your lord has not ceased making
war on me for a single day in six years!

So, now that he warns me,
I will better defend myself.

As for you, Your Reverence,
you will never force me by force

to do anything I do not
wish to do of my own free will.

Am I to assume
everything is arranged?

Andrea Doria's ships are
already sailing to their destination.

Excellent. We sought
war and now we have it.

Nothing holds us here, then.

Go ahead. I still have a
task from my king to fulfill.

What is the state of our forces?

It is the state of our coffers
that should concern us, Majesty.

They force me to undertake a war
I do not desire and cannot afford.

And with the Turk at
the gates of the Empire.

I have sought only
to maintain peace

among the Christian princes,
at the risk of seeming a fool.

While ambition and
envy do not allow

Francis to see who
the true enemy is.

On one occasion, I begged
you not to negotiate with France.

But now, I suggest
the very opposite.

I will not sit with him
again. His word is worthless.

Negotiate with the pope, then.

Win the Holy Father
over to your side.

Offer him an honorable way out that
violates neither his dignity nor yours.

If you succeed, your enemies
would be left without arguments.

My lord, the queen is right.
What can we lose by trying?

Forgive me if I intrude, but I was
seeking an opportunity to speak with you.

We have heard you quite enough. I
do not know what more you could add.

The matter that brings me before you
could only be understood by a mother.

It has been a long
time since my lord has

had news of the
Dauphin and his brother.

He alone is guilty of
his children's situation.

I appeal to your heart to
authorize me to see them

and make it possible to convey their
father's love, who has not forgotten them.

I will facilitate that meeting.

But you will not be alone.

Forgive me, Majesty. I bring
readings I hope will please the queen.

What readings? Poems.

Today, the sun
shines beautifully.

Yes.

And the wind carries
scents from the mountains.

Order a mount saddled for me.

Wait.

Saddle another for yourself.
You will accompany me.

I wish to make a donation
to the Hieronymites.

Door

Ego te absolvo. In nomine Patris
et Filii et Spiritus Sancti. (I absolve

you. In the name of the Father,
and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.)

Amen.

It is no easy task to win a war
without being at peace with God.

I thank you for requiring
my company, Majesty.

For me, it is an honor.

When did you enter the service of
my mother, the queen, in Tordesillas?

On the day of Saint Simon the
Apostle, when I turned 11 years old.

I know of your loyalty.

You are an honorable
man. Were it not for you,

the Empress would have left Castile
without me being able to prevent it.

I only endeavored to serve you
both in the best way, Majesty.

There will be changes
in my wife's household

to conform to the
customs of Castile.

I wish that, from now on,
you be her High Steward.

I do not know how I can thank
you. It will not be necessary.

Let us take our leave
of this place of retreat.

We must return to court.

What do you mean they have
forgotten their own language?

Do you think the emperor has
succeeded in winning them over to his side?

I miscalculated the danger
to which I exposed them.

But if I was wrong
then, I will not be now.

I will force him to
return my children to

me, by wresting from
him a prized possession.

The pope will have to wait. I will
launch my armies against Naples.

That is not what was
agreed with England.

The emperor believes
we are heading to Orvieto.

Surprise will be our best card.

I do not oppose conquering
Naples, you know that well, but...

why not win the
pope's favor first?

- Of all Christendom?
- I want to see Charles ruined.

Defeated! I want to see
his domains turned to ashes!

May he regret the day he proposed
to take my children from me!

- (LOUISE) Your children...
- Everything else will have to wait!

I would invite you to sit,

but we have no seats
worthy to offer you.

The Emperor deeply
regrets your situation.

Above all, what
occurred in Rome.

I saw no remorse in his
soldiers when they set fire,

robbed, and killed everything
they found in their path.

His Majesty suffers for
the actions of his troops.

But know that none of
that was ordered by him.

And the soldiers who keep me
besieged do not obey his orders either?

The troops besieging you today
could escort you to Rome tomorrow.

You only have to abandon
that league that has been formed

to strip the emperor
of his power.

- A power achieved legitimately.
- An immense power!

Excessive! Like
your lord's pride.

You and our lord are
called to the same end.

And you must do it hand in hand.

(FERNANDO) What are you saying?

That I will wait here

for the victory of the French.

Tomorrow, His
Majesty will receive me.

He still hasn't granted
you an audience?

It seems they enjoy seeing
me wait. Day after day.

How long must I
endure this humiliation?

I will not keep
knocking on that door.

The Empress!

They say she is pious
and good-hearted.

I fear, Majesty, that the Holy Father
is comfortable being your victim,

waiting for your
enemy to free him.

Keeping him prisoner
only brings us more hatred.

But freeing him out of goodwill will
not bring us any advantage either.

No, it does not seem His Holiness
will change sides because of it.

Trust your men, my lord.

They will resist
the enemy attack.

Majesty. A second army
sent by the King of France

has entered Italy.

Do you still believe
our troops can resist?

Where are they headed?

Not to Rome or Orvieto, according
to our spies. But to Naples.

Connected as it is
by sea, it will be a

miracle if it does not
fall into French hands.

Majesty, I know the importance
of Naples to the Crown of Aragon

and to you yourself.
But let that not prevent us

from seeing the opportunity
the Frenchman offers us.

He has declined
to free the pope.

Imagine His
Holiness's frustration.

We must take advantage
of it for our benefit.

If Francis does not free him, I will
not keep him prisoner for one more day.

Majesty.

You have good taste in letters.

You say this...

Garcilaso is your friend?

Is something wrong?

I heard the young Alba say
the French intend to take Naples.

God help us!

Are you unwell?

You must not fear
anything, my lady.

I would like to arrange
a mass for our soldiers.

Can you see to it?

There is a convent where I have
retreated on more than one occasion.

I could do it there, if it
seems appropriate to you.

I beg you.

I would like to be
present for the services.

Give them the notice.

The pope is free. And do
you know who freed him?

Our troops? No.

The French? Not them either!

It was Charles himself!

Your advice is
worth very little.

Nothing you propose to
me ends up favoring me.

I will leave for France today,
so the king can explain to me...

You will do what
I order you to do!

Ensure the pope
sends me a nuncio.

To what end, my lord?

He will preside over the trial I am
going to open against Catherine.

Your Highness, with all due
respect, a trial entails risks.

For you cannot
predict the outcome.

Perhaps it would be better to reach
an agreement with your wife, my lord.

That Spanish woman is as stubborn
as a mule. She will never yield.

- I think you should...
- Do not tell me again

what I should or should not do!

I have lost too much time
and money listening to you.

There will be a trial!

And the pope will give his blessing
to the verdict, which will be none other

than the dissolution
of my marriage.

Ensure it is so

because, otherwise, I
foresee a bleak future for you.

Could you not find
sleep tonight either?

How can I sleep when my
kingdoms are in danger?

If we lose Naples, we
will have lost the war.

Naples and Sicily are essential
in the defense against the Turk.

My grandfather knew it
well, who never ceased

striving to keep them
in Aragonese hands.

You know that victory
is a capricious lady.

Although it may seem she
gives herself to Francis today,

tomorrow, she may be with you.

Victory is not enough.

Whoever wins, there
will soon be another war.

The struggle will not cease.

Soon, I will have to
depart from the Spains.

If it were up to me, I would
never be separated from you.

Not for a day, not for an hour.

I am the wife of the Caesar.

And I know what that means.

Someone must assume the regency.

I want it to be you.

I trust in your prudence
and good judgment.

You will not be alone. Loyal
men will accompany you.

If the task causes
you any fear, say so.

My only fear is not
living up to your trust.

But I swear

that here you will always
find your most loyal servant.

We will face
everything together.

Forgive me for
addressing you like this.

I understand you are the
High Steward to the queen.

Yes, that is correct.
With whom do I speak?

Hernán Cortés,
Governor of New Spain.

I have heard about you.

Then you will have heard
many slanders against me.

However, I need to
ask you for something.

Allow this letter to reach
the hands of the Empress.

I understand your doubts.

But I assure you that,
by granting me this favor,

you help a man who
only seeks justice.

You must return this letter.

My lady, I am sorry.

It was that man's distress that
made me accept his message.

Do not let yourself be
seduced by his words.

That man is under suspicion and
awaiting judgment by a tribunal.

I beg you to forgive me.

Francisco,

your heart is kind, but
you must be more cautious

and not let others
use you for their ends.

Especially if, by doing so,
they seek to compromise me.

(THE PRIEST PRAYS IN LATIN)

Halt there! Do not
take another step.

Majesty.

Only desperation forces
me to such impertinence.

Let me just say a
few words to you.

Sheathe your sword.

He has been
following us, Majesty.

Do not fear,

trust in me.

I know who you are.

that I have come to Castile
to kneel before your husband,

my lord.

But how can I defend myself if I
am denied the favor of seeing him?

This crucifix

has accompanied me
during long nights of anxiety

and also when I saw my men,

our men,

fall at the hands
of our enemies.

I swear, by this cross, that all I
have done I have done for my king.

Even my errors.

I appeal to your pity,
to ask for your help

and clemency.

Is it true what they told me? Did
Cortés approach you on an outing?

It is true. I swear
he will pay for it!

There is no cause. For neither his
words nor his actions offended me.

I am the guilty one.

I did not show due zeal and allowed
that man to reach Her Majesty.

She has been compromised
by my clumsiness.

Leave us alone!

Do not blame Francisco.

Devotion to his queen
inspired his gesture.

I gave my word to Cortés, for
he came to me seeking justice.

You gave your word to
an enemy of the Crown?

To an alleged criminal, despite
my having denied him an audience?

Isabel? What is wrong?

(MOANS)

(SCREAMS) Send for a physician!

(SCREAMS LOUDER)

If she suffers any harm, I
could never forgive myself.

I should not have reprimanded
her for her fault in that manner.

My brother,

you have a new daughter.

Is she healthy?

Look at her.

She will be named
Maria, like my sister.

I give thanks to
heaven that you are well.

Otherwise, I would have
died of remorse and guilt.

Do not suffer so on my account.

Can you forgive me?

I can, for one reason only.

Because I love
you above all things.

I do not deserve you.

Majesty...

A trial? How dare he?
Henry has gone too far!

With England in the enemy
camp, we can do little for your aunt.

Everything is in
the pope's hands.

He must not fall into the
temptation of pleasing Henry!

I have had news that
the King of England,

our brother in faith,
intends to submit to trial

the validity of his marriage
with my dearly beloved aunt.

May the freedom I restored
to you stay your hand

so that you never
endorse such a felony,

for just as I gave it to you,
I can take it away again.

You will go to England,
but do not issue any ruling

until you know on which
side God, Our Lord, stands.

So I shall, Holiness.

The mere appearance
before a tribunal

constitutes a humiliation no
queen should have to endure.

You, so beloved by the English,
deserve to avoid this unworthy ordeal.

You are still in time.
Give the king his way.

Admit that you lay with
his brother while married.

And then what?

Request entry into a convent.

I will do so gladly,

if Henry does the same.

Thus, we will both cleanse
our souls of the same sin.

Although you may not believe it,

I only seek a dignified solution
for the Queen of England.

And thereby ensure your
success with my husband.

Would you be here

if you were certain the trial
would be resolved in his favor?

Contrary a king's
will is risky, madam.

You could end
up on the scaffold.

Do not say I did not try.

I will send someone to
represent you in the case.

Spare me the farce.

I will defend myself.

You? What do you know of laws?

I did not know how
to wage war either

and I put myself at the head of the
armies that killed James of Scotland

while my husband
was battling in France.

Commotion

My dear Anne,

I would prefer
you did not attend.

A curious woman, that Boleyn.
By day, an impatient bitch

and, by night, a bashful novice.

At least, with His Highness.

Catherine, Queen of England!

Appear before this tribunal!

Sir,

I come before you,

for you are justice
in this kingdom.

For 20 years,

I have been, to
you, a loyal woman.

I have loved everything
you have loved,

whether I had reason or not,

whether they were
friends or enemies.

Rise.

Here, we are neither
king nor queen,

but husband and wife.

Then, why should what God has
joined together be separated by man?

Does nothing of what we have
shared matter to you anymore?

When did I cease to be the wife

who knew how to win
the love of your people?

Are those not your own
words, so often repeated?

Within and outside
England, it is known

that I am a man who
speaks more than he should.

I call upon God
as my witness that,

when you had me for the
first time, I was a true virgin.

I appeal to your
conscience, to say if it is true

- or not.
- Madam,

you should take a seat and wait
for the tribunal to question you.

In the name of charity,

spare me this humiliation.

If you will not grant
me such a small favor,

let your will be done.

I commend my cause to God.

Stop!

If you leave this room, you
will be declared in contempt.

Do as you please!

I will not remain
before a tribunal

whose authority I
do not recognize.

That Genoese's fleet is going
to defeat us without giving battle.

Hunger and epidemics
are taking care of that.

Several Neapolitan
barons have changed sides.

Now, they fight
alongside France.

We need to send more
troops. No Castilian noble

will give another maravedí,
if not to defend our borders.

Your refusal will
lead us to disaster.

Yes. A disaster whose only cause
is the bitter enmity of two kings!

Fernando! Hold your tongue. No!

Speak.

My lord, we have always
answered your call.

Those who acclaimed you as
emperor can bear the burden no longer.

These kingdoms are bleeding
dry due to your animosity.

God forbid that it be true!

No one could
claim such a victory.

For all Christendom
would be defeated.

He is right.

It is time for Francis and me to
resolve our differences face to face.

A duel? There is no other way

to put an end to this
bloodshed. Desist. I beg you.

Think of me and your
children. It is the only thing I do.

Before I depart, Felipe
will be sworn in as my heir.

The succession in the
Spains will be secured.

Have you lost your mind?

You are the emperor!

Your mission is to
achieve peace among

Christian kingdoms,
not to immolate yourself!

Peace is impossible
with Francis.

God will help me, for
reason is on my side.

I swear I will return, because you
and my children will be waiting for me.

Your sacrifice will be
useless. My pain, eternal.

The war has lasted too long.

A duel would end
it once and for all.

I cannot believe
you are serious.

Each day that passes,
the debt to Doria increases.

- Your life is worth more.
- What other option do I have, Mother?

Refusing would be dishonorable. I
will not allow him to humiliate me again.

If it is your honor
that concerns you,

I guarantee it
will remain intact.

Leave it to me.

I will find the solution.

Your Highness.

Forgive my surprise, but I thought
I would appear before the king.

I am sorry, but he
cannot receive you.

He is not at court.

I see.

Though I must insist. My lord, the
Emperor, wishes to convey to him...

What your lord intends is
absurd. And you know it.

If there is no king to
challenge, there will be no duel.

The honor of both will be safe,
for neither will have refused.

This has gone too far and
we must put an end to it.

I will inform my lord

of the impossibility
of fulfilling my mission.

Tell him also that France
is willing to negotiate peace.

I will let him know.

But I do not know what
his response will be.

I trust in the good
sense of His Majesty

and of those around him.

A very opportune absence,
that of the King of France.

We should have
imagined he was a coward.

As for the negotiation, do
you consider the offer sincere?

It seemed so.
Perhaps it is not a trap,

but a sign that our enemy is
not as strong as we believed.

Better to negotiate now,
when nothing is decided,

than to accept
the victor's terms.

I swore I would never again sit
across from one who knows no honor.

And I will keep my word.

But you are right.

We will negotiate.

At least, we will gain time
to reorganize our armies.

And who will represent
you before France?

My aunt Margaret.

Your Highness.

Damn it!

Doria threatens to lift the siege
on Naples if I do not pay him.

Had you accepted the duel,
we would not have this problem.

Stop lamenting! You said
you would find funds. Do it!

- I have tried everything.
- Lifting the siege

would mean losing Naples and,
with it, all our aspirations in Italy.

You must try something else.

Better that Charles agrees to
negotiate as soon as possible.

Or what we have gained
we will lose in an instant.

Never! Appeal to your allies.

Explain the situation to
them! Force them to contribute!

And quickly.

The king has been very
generous in granting you rights

over the conquest
of New Castile for life.

Thanks to you, Your Reverence.
I will not forget it, my friend.

Now, I trust my cousin
will restore his honor

- and obtain as many favors as I.
- If you wish to retain royal favor,

I recommend you keep your
distance from your relative.

A report has come from New
Spain with evidence of his misdeeds.

- What is he accused of?
- Of keeping Crown money,

killing his enemies, and not
enforcing the law, among other crimes.

Whether Hernán Cortés has governed
well or poorly, no one can know.

However, think of what he
has provided to the Crown:

gold and an empire.

A report has arrived against you.
They will not delay in arresting you.

Sons of bitches! They want to
ensure they see my head on a pike.

Quickly! Come with me.

In Sanlúcar, I have a ship
ready to depart for New Castile.

When they miss you,
you will be far away.

I have not conquered
territories nor subdued an empire

to end up barely
surviving as an outlaw.

What good will so much
glory be if you lose your life?

I will die with dignity. If they want
to arrest me, they will find me here.

Since your visit to Francis's
sons, you have fallen silent.

Do not lose whoever should
hold your hand in difficult moments.

For only thus will you avoid
the bitterness of solitude.

Why do you speak thus?

Do not worry about me.

Tell me: have you had any
disagreement with that young man?

Francisco de Borja?

No. I have not heard from
him for days and it surprises me.

I saw him leave.

And he seemed to look at his surroundings
as if he would never see them again.

Have I been such a bad mistress
that you disappear without explanation?

I never dreamed of serving
anyone more virtuous than you.

But...

I exposed you and
betrayed the emperor's trust.

Speaking with Cortés
was my decision

Why does something that does not
concern you cause you such anguish?

Majesty...

Do not force me to say
what should never be heard.

My devotion for you

goes far beyond loyalty.

Only God and she
who is your wife

deserve the devotion
you profess to me.

Do not waste it
on an impossibility.

How can one hide
the sun with a finger?

By directing your
gaze elsewhere.

Soon I will assume the regency

and you have shown me I will
have no better servant than you.

Do you think to abandon
me in such a trial?

My life is in your hands.

Do with it as you please.

It is not the proceedings against
your wife that have brought me to you.

Everything continues
as foreseen.

Then?

The King of France begs
you to send him money

to pay his admiral
in the bay of Naples.

(LAUGHS) He breaks his word and,
on top of that, asks me for money?

He must be mad.

Or desperate.

He has already tried with His
Holiness and with some German bankers

not well disposed
towards the emperor.

All have denied him credit.

England will give
the same response.

If France does not
win the war in Italy,

you lose an ally.

Those funds will
better serve my cause

in the hands of bishops
willing to support me

than in Francis's.

Are you certain? For a
fact. The King of France

has no door left to knock on to
collect what he owes to Doria.

God is on our side! We
had the war almost lost,

but hope is breaking
through before our eyes.

Have the gold Cortés brought
loaded onto one of the fastest ships.

Have it delivered to Doria, along
with a proposal to join our ranks.

The emperor shows good
judgment in choosing his ambassador.

Your fame precedes you.

My only desire is to achieve
peace, Your Highness. As is yours.

Upon our shoulders
falls the duty to resolve

what swords have
not achieved in so long.

So be it.

Inform me immediately if
news arrives from Naples.

Commotion

The trial has been
going on for weeks!

What is that nuncio waiting
for to issue his verdict?

Patience, Your Highness.
We knew it would take time.

The pope should have sent
someone favorable to our cause!

- I do not see that cardinal being so!
- Calm yourself!

Everything is proceeding
according to your wishes.

The testimonies presented in
favor of nullity are overwhelming.

Then why has he
not pronounced yet?

I am sure the letter of adhesion
from the English bishops

will tip the balance in
your favor. Trust me!

Enough of this talk!

Bring me that prelate's signature today
itself! I do not want to wait any longer!

What your son agreed to in Spain is
the first thing that must be respected.

Let us not insist on mending a
broken treaty and look forward.

We will only achieve
peace with new terms.

I do not believe it
is the emperor's will

to keep two tender infants
detained, as if they were criminals.

May it serve as an act of
concord between our lords

that they regain their freedom
and return to their homeland.

In exchange for generous
compensation, of course.

And may the same concord
make it possible for your son

to renounce his rights
to the Duchy of Milan.

It is my son who demands the return
of the duchy to its legitimate owner.

Then, we will not
reach an understanding.

Let us take a break to
meditate on what we can yield,

for both of us
will have to do so.

Admiral Doria has betrayed us.

He has lifted the siege of Naples
and is fighting on the emperor's side.

All is lost.

The Archduchess
does not know it yet.

We will use that
to our advantage.

Here they come, Aunt.

And their faces
do not bode well.

Let us not prolong
this nonsense further,

for we are here to
reach an agreement.

France renounces its
rights to the Duchy of Milan

if your nephew does
the same with Burgundy.

A very generous deal, considering
the course of the conflict.

Accept and the war will be over.

Burgundy is the inheritance
of my brother Philip to his son.

He has always dreamed of
recovering it. No. I must think about it.

Think also of how many
lives are lost on the battlefield,

while we are incapable
of closing a deal.

Your son did not lay waste to the fields
of Italy to content himself with crumbs.

Unless the tide of war is
no longer favorable to him.

Do you know what you are doing?

You tell me.

Or shall we wait for the
emperor's courier to arrive?

Has today's session
already ended?

Why so soon?

(CROMWELL) Rome
recalls the nuncio.

Without a verdict?
It is not possible!

He departed immediately
after reading this.

France has lost the war.

Return immediately.

I have been the first deceived
by the Apostolic Nuncio!

I always had the certainty...

My subjects do not like the
treatment my wife receives.

And they blame you.

The emperor has flooded the
kingdom with libels against me.

Only for fulfilling the
mission you entrusted to me.

Then you have
done it very poorly.

It is time you
served your lord well.

And that you pay in his name.

Your Highness...

I have sacrificed my life
to serve England and you.

And you have obtained
great benefits from it.

But there will be no more.

Out of my sight.

Be gone.

I do not want to
see you ever again.

You have won.

- Is that what you wanted to hear?
- You have lost, Your Reverence.

But I have gained nothing. Henry
will not cease in his pretensions.

And yours? What are they? Eh?

- (WOLSEY) Martyrdom, perhaps?
- To die as I have lived.

Nothing more.

Remember me in your final hour.

For, as I told you,
my misfortune

has been yours.

Sign with honor what your army

has not known how
to defend in battle.

You, nothing can be reproached.

What honor do you find in
renouncing my son's rights

to the Duchy of Milan, Flanders, and
Artois in exchange for keeping Burgundy?

When will France
recover its hostages?

When your son requests
that his legitimate wife,

sister of the emperor,
be reunited with him.

I promise you I will try to
contribute, with all my strength,

to make the peace between
Francis and you lasting.

Does my departure grieve you?

I will always protect you.

And I will do what is in my power so
that your daughter may accompany you.

Now that I am about to be
separated from my children,

I know what it feels
like to be far from them.

I only hope that, one day, you can
forgive me the pain I caused you.

Your Highnesses.

I regret that your stay has been
prolonged more than desired.

I hope that, someday, we
may meet again as friends.

You will never
have my friendship!

For you will pay dearly
for your affront. I swear it.

He is only a child.

Have you already bid
farewell to your sister?

Although forced, Francis is going
to fulfill, at last, his commitment.

(SIGHS)

However, I see you restless.

What is the cause, my lord?

Cortés.

He is still waiting
for an audience.

And I do not know which
way to incline my judgment.

It seems I cannot trust the
men I sent to judge him either.

And, despite that...
What makes you doubt?

The New World must be
administered by loyal officials,

not by men like him.

His arrogance and ambition
end up rebelling them against me.

But those same defects
are what drive them

to conquer new horizons.

You need men with that
temperament. Just as you need the gold.

Do not forget it when
you decide his fate.

Señor Cortés,

many, before you,

thought that gold buys
the right to flout the laws.

I know it well, Majesty.

For more than one has already paid
the punishment they deserved for it.

But, if you consider
me a traitor...

cut off my head.

But impart justice yourself,

for to you alone I owe my
misfortune or my fortune.

First, I grant you the
right to defend yourself.

Rise and begin.

But I warn you: it is
your only opportunity.

In my letters, I have always referred
to you the reasons for my actions.

Life there is very different
from how you imagine it.

You were the law! My law!

And you have acted against the
Crown, disobeying my commands!

You know how
difficult it is to govern.

Have you not taken decisions
that repulsed you, for the Empire?

I had to do so in New Spain.

And I have fought against
the law's worst enemy.

The most cruel: greed...

which seizes every man
who crosses the ocean sea!

I have heard enough.

I cannot condemn you,

for I do not know to what extent you
are guilty of what you are accused.

But I will watch you
henceforth. Have no doubt.

You will retain the
post of Captain General.

And, as compensation
for your grievances,

I name you Marquis
of the Valley of Oaxaca.

And who will impart
justice in New Spain?

Do you restore me as governor?

Do not tempt fate further.
You have had enough.

In that case, I beg you to excuse
me from other obligations in Castile.

I will remain here for a time
before returning to New Spain.

I must put my affairs in order

and contract
marriage, God willing.

I wish you, then, to find a
patient wife, who can tolerate you

and with enough sense
to tame your whims.

Charles and Francis
have signed peace.

The league against
the emperor is dead.

Only negotiation remains for us.

The pope agrees to crown me.

And I owe it to you.

Despite our differences,

you have guided me with
a firm step all these years.

Like a father to his
son. Your honor is mine.

My reward will be to see, upon
your head, the imperial crown.

You are the new Charlemagne,
ready to lead Christendom

to a golden age.
That is your destiny.

And thus will your
coronation in Italy affirm.

I swear I will spare no effort
to be worthy of such a destiny.

Now more than ever, you must
remember the words of Marcus Aurelius:

Everything we hear is
an opinion, not a fact.

Everything we see is a
perspective, it is not the truth.

I will prepare our
departure, my lord.

Do not move! I beg you.

I want to keep your
image in my memory,

so that it may accompany
me wherever I go.

(SIGHS)

I detest everything
that separates us.

Even the cloth that
covers our bodies.

How will I live without you? Tell
me! I do not know if I can bear it.

If you break down,
I cannot go on.

Then, go

and fulfill your mission.

But return soon,

that the scent you
leave me today

may linger on my
body until then.

(SIGHS)

Take care of my most
precious possession.

Isabel...

Gentlemen!

Today, we abandon our
home for a noble cause.

Let no one dare
stand in our way.

Let us prove to the world that the
emperor wants nothing that is not his.

For we do not intend to
subdue our brothers in faith,

but to unite with them in the
struggle against the infidel.

Let us depart for Italy!

Let all those who wish to
share the honor and glory

join us.

For the Spains!

- For the Spains!
- For the Spains!

Lean on me, Majesty.

I will not allow rebellion to
be sown among the vassals.

Send for the physician!

I need a new ally near
the King of England.

And, even so, you intend to unite
me with the enemy of the reformers.

For Luther, it would be an honor

if you accepted that he
dedicate this volume to you.

What better proof for all of
the rapprochement we seek?

With Cortés, here
he let things happen.

It is time someone put a stop to
the excesses of the encomenderos.

Do you intend to guide the acts
of the most powerful man on earth?

Only the unity of all Christian
princes will end the infidel.

Enough!

The emperor and the archduke
are not on the best terms.

A council to discuss
this string of heresies!

You have given refuge
to a fugitive Indian.

A very serious crime in these
lands. You had better confess.

The physician has visited our
aunt. He did not bring good news.

If you ever commit treason
against your lineage,

banish pity from your heart.

Charles, his treason has not been proven.
Do not give way to tragedy.

We will finish off Barbarossa in Algiers.

Your brother is about to
rise up against the emperor.

Give me strength, Lord, for I must
make the most terrible decision.

We do not need the Turk, but his navy.

If you accepted to be our sovereign,
nothing could be reproached to you.

The moment I so feared has arrived.

Let us pray to God to protect
the emperor in his battle.

(SCREAMS DESPERATELY)