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(OPENING THEME PLAYING)

Wolsey, you're out!

My Lords Norfolk and Suffolk.

DUKE OF SUFFOLK: Cardinal Wolsey,
you're dismissed as Lord Chancellor.

By the King's orders,
you are to return to us the Great Seal.

You will have supper?

You want it all to rule yourself,
don't you?

And have the lords, like school boys,
creeping in here.

Well, I am here now.

And I will chew you up,

bones, flesh and gristle.

You're to hand over the Great Seal.

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

Ah.

Apparently, a written request
from the King is necessary.

Do you have one? No?

Oh, that's careless.

My lawyer, Thomas Cromwell.

You want us to ride back to
Windsor for a piece of paper?

In this weather?

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

(SIGHS)

Ah, I see, yes.

Actually, my lawyer tells me
I can't give you the Seal,

written request or no.

He tells me that, properly speaking,

I should hand it only
to the Master of the Rolls.

So, you better come back with him.

I'm obliged, Master.

(SIGHS)

Did you know that or did you make it up?

They'll be back in a day.

Oh, these days,
24 hours feels like a victory.

Do we have refreshments for our guests?

Served on what? They've taken the plate.

What's this?

It's borrowed.
They've confiscated my wardrobe.

And you know how I feel the cold.

Thank you, Peter.

This is to be Anne Boleyn's, I think.

The King wants her to have
a London residence.

This palace belongs
to the Archdiocese of York.

When did Lady Anne become an archbishop?

Now, now, Thomas, everything I have,
I have from the King.

If he wants to take York Place
fully furnished,

then I'm sure we'll find some other roof
to shelter under.

He's expecting to find
a wax figure of himself,

with a pin stuck through it.

Come and see me.

Why, My Lord?

When?

When you've mended your manners.

What it is to serve a prince.

The gentlest,
wisest prince in Christendom.

I'll not hear a word against Henry
from any man.

Don't you think it's something
about the English?

They cannot see a great man set up,
but they have to pull him down.

CROMWELL: It's not the English,

it's just people.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

WOLSEY: We brought the Lady Anne
back from France to marry into Ireland.

Now, I hear she danced at the court
masked with young Harry Percy.

Connived in dark corners with him.

And I won 't have that.

THOMAS: Your Grace can't think
that I'm party...

Oh, Sir Thomas Boleyn,
you'd be amazed at what I can think.

THOMAS: Anne knows things
can't proceed with young Harry Percy.

But he believes he's free
to choose his own wife.

Free to choose his own...

He's not some ploughboy!

He's the man who'll have to hold
the north for us someday.

The Percy family comprise
the noblest in the land,

whereas the Boleyns were once in what?
In trade, weren't you?

Who is that?

Who's that?

Oh, it's Stephen Gardiner, my secretary.

Send him out.

Stephen.

And who is that?

WOLSEY: Oh, never mind who that is.
He's nobody.

The problem is,
my daughter and Harry Percy...

I think they may have gone
a little far in the matter.

It seems they've pledged
themselves before witnesses.

WOLSEY: Well, you can forget all talk
of pledges and witnesses.

Now, get his father down
from the borders.

And if the prodigal defies his father,

he'll be tossed out of his heirdom
on his prodigal snout.

Now, get your daughter married
into Ireland

before her intended hears
any rumours of spoiled goods.

Finished, My Lord Cardinal?

Finished.

Butcher's boy.

Butcher's dog!

(WOLSEY CHUCKLING)

(WOLSEY WHISTLING)

Come out, dog!

He's talking to you.

So, Master Cromwell,

William Popely tells me
I might find a use for you.

A man of many talents, he says.

A remarkable memory.

It's a technique, My Lord.
I learned it in Italy.

How long were you abroad?

Twelve yea rs.

Where are you from?

Putney, left when I was boy.

- Your father?
-Blacksmith.

Ah, at last!

A man born in a more lowly state
than myself.

(CHUCKLING)

(DOG BARKING)

There, there.

- Hello.
-Eaten?

Mmm-hmm.

- Wine?
-Oh, why not?

Hey, hey, hey.

I'm going to work for him, the Cardinal.

You know what they say in Italy?

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

- You have to pick your prince.
-Doing what?

Whatever he wants.

We have enough.

I don't want to spend my life
dealing in conveyances, Liz.

Whether this man's fence
should be here or here.

You know what you're doing, I suppose.

At least you always look as if you do.

Yeah, I do, don't I?

You're sweeter to look at
than the Cardinal.

(CHUCKLING)

That's the smallest compliment
a woman ever received.

(CROMWELL LAUGHING)

What does our son say?

He hopes you are well, hopes I am well.

Hopes his lovely little sisters
Anne and Grace are well.

He is well.

"And now, no more for lack of time.
Your dutiful son, Gregory."

Terrible Latin.

Anne is the better scholar.

Anne, go and get your breakfast.

After I have Latin,
I'd like to learn Greek.

Gregory has hardly any Greek.

(CHUCKLES)

What, what will London be like
when that one's the Lord Mayor?

From Germany.

Came packaged as something else.
I almost sent the boy away.

- If you want to know...
-I don't want to know.

It's Tyndale's New Testament, Liz.

You should read it for yourself.

It's in English, that's the point.

Not Latin. How can that be heresy?

Read it and you'll see
how you're misled.

No mention of nuns, monks, relics.
No mention of popes.

My prayer book's good reading for me.

(CROMWELL LAUGHING)

Your prayer book.

Grace, look at this.

Hey, hey, hey.

Rafe?

Richard?

Oh...

STEPHEN: Late.
CROMWELL: Me or your good self?

- You. He's waiting.
-The boatmen were drunk.

I'm surprised you didn't take
an oar yourself.

You grew up at the river, didn't you?

God bless you.

Thanks.

(CHUCKLING SOFTLY)

Ah, well, the King sent
for me this morning,

exceptionally early.

What did he want?

Pity.

(SIGHS) A son.

The King wants a son.
Eighteen years of marriage with no heir.

Now, he's decided some sin must
have been committed to cause this curse.

(EXHALES)

(SIGHS) God, where did you learn this?

At the docks, little after I left home.

Earned a living from it for a while.

Everyone thought
they could beat a child.

What else should I know about you,
monstrous servant?

Once, in Italy,
I held a snake for a bet.

Was it poisonous?

We didn't know.
That was the point of the bet.

The sin?

Oh, yes, the sin.

I remember when they brought
the Queen over from Spain

to marry Henry's brother Prince Arthur.

Sixteen, barely a word of English.

But when she danced,

her red hair slid over her shoulder...

(CHUCKLES)

God forgive you.

God forgive us all.

Ah, then, Arthur dies.

Henry decides he'll have
his brother's widow for himself.

Katherine declares
that she is still a virgin,

poor Arthur never having touched her.

Rome issues the dispensation
and any doubts anyone has.

-(SIGHS)
-But now?

Oh, now the Queen
can't give the King a son.

So, now.

the Queen must not
have been a virgin after all.

Henry says that he has lived
all these years in an unlawful marriage,

hence the sin.

So, it's back to Rome for an annulment.

Oh, she's blaming me,
of course, Katherine.

She can't blame the King,
so it's all my doing.

No matter that I've begged him
not to proceed.

When she defeated the Scots,
I heard she wanted to send

the Scottish King's head in a bag
to Henry, to cheer him up.

What?

Well, she's a fighter.

(LAUGHING) Well.

Perhaps you should teach me
your three card trick, hmm?

In case we both end up on the streets.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(GRUNTING)

CROMWELL: Unpack everything.
Masters, I want kindling, dry kindling.

Get the fires lit.
Stephen, find the kitchen.

Actually, see him in first.
I need the bedding.

What? Who is that, Michael?
Down, off. The horses later.

We want the Cardinal in bed and warm.

Come on, come on, we're not done yet.

I asked if they had nutmeg or saffron.

They looked at me
as if I were speaking Greek.

I'll have to find a local supplier.

I shall pray for it.

(GROANING)

Thank you.

Currently, I pray for the King
and all his councillors.

I pray for Queen Katherine
and Lady Anne.

I pray for Thomas More who hates me so.

I pray for a better harvest
and that the rains might stop.

I pray for everyone and everything.

It's only when I say to the Lord,

"Now, about Thomas Cromwell"

does God say to me, "Wolsey,
don't you know when to give up?"

-(LAUGHING HOARSELY)
-(CHUCKLES)

(COUGHING)

Here, let me... Let me bless you.

This is what they've waited for.

Suffolk, Norfolk, Boleyn.

They won't rest until they have my head.

You should leave me, Thomas.

(SIGHS) Gardiner has.

Gardiner would.

Tom...

Safe journey home.

MAN 1: I'm going to leave.

He says he'll send me to the Lady Anne.

I think she'll like me well enough,
don't you?

(MEN CHUCKLING)

Oh, what's the point of staying here?

They're going to be rid of the old man.

It serves him right.

MAN 2: And Cromwell?

What, the lawyer?
He'll go down with him.

Oh, I say lawyer. Who knows what he is?

He comes from nothing.

The old man brings him in,

and in a few years,
it's as if he's the one in charge.

As if he has some hold
over the Cardinal.

I heard he killed a man abroad

and never made confession.

Now, that kind, they always weep
when they see the hangman.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

I... I did,

but with things the way they are
with Wolsey, I thought that...

- Thomas More is here.
-Hmm.

Well, I expect you invited him too.

Uh...

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

- Grazie.
- Prego.

(CLEARING THROAT)

CROMWELL: You want to talk about me,
Master More,

you can speak while I'm here.
I have a thick skin.

No one was talking of you.

Of the Cardinal, then.

Thomas, this is Monsieur Chapuys,

the Emperor's new ambassador
here in London.

Monsieur Chapuys, my friend,
Thomas Cromwell.

Oh. Enchanted.

(SPEAKING LATIN)

CROMWELL: I hardly know
where I come from myself.

If you want to speak half secretly,

try Greek, Monsieur Chapuys.

My friend, you are looking at
your herring as if you hate it.

There's nothing wrong with the herring.

Ah.

But of Cardinal Wolsey,
I will say only this.

He has brought his fall on himself.

He's drawn all to himself,
land, money and titles.

He's always had a greed
for ruling over other men.

Cardinal's a public man, would you have
him shrink from a public roll?

MORE: Well, I think it's a little late

to read the Cardinal
a lesson in humility.

His real friends have read it long ago
and been ignored.

CROMWELL: And you count yourself
a real friend, do you?

I'll tell him, and by the blood
of Christ, Lord Chancellor,

he'll find it a consolation
as he sits in exile and wonders

-why you slander him to the King.
-Gentlemen, please...

No, let's have this straight.
Thomas here says,

"I'd spend my life in the Church
if I had a choice.

"I'm devoted to things of the spirit.

"I care nothing for wealth.

"The world's esteem is nothing to me."

So how is it I come back to London
and find you've become Lord Chancellor?

Lord Chancellor.

What's that?

A fucking accident?

You're no friend to the Church, Thomas.

You're a friend to one priest only, and
he's the most corrupt in Christendom.

You must give me
the recipe for this sauce.

Thomas More is my old friend.

You shouldn't come here to bait him.

Am I...
Am I not your friend too, Bonvisi?

You know you are.

And that's why I give you this advice.

The Cardinal is finished. He'll go.

And then you will be
without a master to protect you.

Leave him now.

Do you think it's true,

the mistake was being too proud?

See, I remember when he used to say,

"The King will do such and such."

And then it was,
"We will do such and such."

Now it's, "This is what I will do."

No. No.

The mistake was making
an enemy of Anne Boleyn.

But then, who knew how far she'd rise?

Thomas!

Of course, Master.

News from Rome.

The Emperor's troops
have run wild in the city.

They're killing, raping.

Thomas More says
they're roasting babies on spits.

Soldiers don't have time to eat babies.
They're too busy stealing.

If the Emperor Charles
had paid them once...

They've taken the Pope prisoner.

What?

The Emperor is the Queen's nephew.

If he has the Pope,
then the King's divorce petition is...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

In every emergency,

look to see if there's some advantage
for your prince, Thomas.

Oh, cherries.

Now, how did I do that, I wonder.
Here, take.

Now, in this current emergency,

it will be to me that Pope Clement looks
to, well, keep Christendom together.

So, suppose if I were to travel
to France,

and gather together
the cardinals in a council,

you know, to conduct the business
of the Church in the Pope's absence.

Now, if this business
just happened to include

the King's private matter,

might we not roll on it?

And voilà, the King of England
will be a bachelor.

What?

(SCOFFS) Not more gossip
from the silk merchants.

Rumour is, the King has moved from
Mary Boleyn to her flat-chested sister.

(LAUGHS) Anne?

She hasn't forgiven you
for that business with Harry Percy.

Well...

Cavendish tells me
she's sworn vengeance on you.

Poor chit of a girl.

The King will have her
in his bed by summer.

By autumn, he'll tire of her
and pension her off.

What're you doing?

For Gregory.

It's the same design Queen Katherine
uses for the King's shirts.

Well, if I were her,

I'd leave the needle in.

I know you would.

Your sister was here today.

She asked again if you'd go and see him.

She said you'd hardly know him now.

He's stopped drinking, settled down.

(CROMWELL CHUCKLING)

Grace, sweetheart,

you keep away from the fire
with those, huh?

They're your angel wings.

They're just supposed
to be for Christmas.

I kn ow.

All right, off you go.

Your own father, Thomas.

He's never seen the children.

Well, let's keep it that way.

Can I choose who I want to marry?

What?

Can I choose who I want to marry?

Within reason.

Then I choose Rafe.

You... (CHUCKLES)

Grace says I can't marry him
because he's my cousin.

Well, Richard's your cousin, not Rafe.

Rafe is my ward.

That means Rafe's father
asked me to take him in,

bring him up in business.
Do you understand?

So I can choose Rafe?

If he'll wait for you.

Rafe?

She could do worse.

(FOOTSTEPS)

- I'm too warm.
-Aw.

Go back to bed, Grace, sweetheart.

Are you going to wear
those angel wings all night?

Till I say my prayers.

(CHUCKLES)

Tell me when you're going.

(CHUCKLES) Liz, I'm not going.

I'm not going to France
with Wolsey, remember?

Go back to bed, Liz.

- Oh, Francis.
-Sir.

- If anyone asks for me, I'm not here.
-Yes, Master.

The words, the scripture,
are as honey to me.

I am drunk on the word of God.

I've read Tyndale's gospel.

Masses, fasting, vigils,

pardons out of purgatory, all useless.

- This is revealed to me.
-For Christ's sake, man,

do you think you can crawl out of your
hole because Cardinal Wolsey is away?

All that means is that
Gardiner and More have a free hand

to pursue us, to brand us heretics.
Wolsey protects us.

Wolsey?

Wolsey burns Bibles.

More will burn men.

- Look, I met with Tyndale in Germany.
-(SIGHS) Oh, God.

I...I... (SIGHS)

I don't want to know where Tyndale is.

Gentlemen,

I'm going to go to Rome
and see His Holiness.

I know I can bring him over
to our way of thinking.

(BELL TOLLING)

What is it?

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Say it.

MAID: She...

She said she was tired this morning,
after you left.

She wouldn't eat anything. Then, we...

She started shaking.

We called for the priest around 2:00.

She said she held a snake in Italy,

but the priest said that was
just the fever talking.

He couldn't wait to get away.

Did she, uh...

Did she leave any message

for me?

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

just kept saying she was thirsty.

(PANTING) It's the girls.

WOMAN: Come on, darling.
Come on. Come on!

Stay with me. Come on. Come on.

Wake up, darling, come on. Come on.

-(SLAPPING)
-Can you hear me, darling?

- Can you hear me? Come on.
-Anne!

Come on, please!

- Please!
-Wake up.

Come on, darling, open your eyes.

- Please, darling. Please!
-Anne.

Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on, please. Please!

- Open your eyes, darling. Come on.
-(SLAPPING)

- Come on. Come on, please.
-Don't. Don't.

- Please. Come on, darling.
-Don't.

Please.

Mercy, Mercy, Mercy.

Don't.

(WOMEN SOBBING)

(WHISPERS) Shh.
God bless you. God bless you.

Oh...

(WHISPERS) It's all right.

It's all right.

Go.

Go now.

(SNIFFLES)

Everybody said it was back,

this, uh.

Sweating sickness.

I should have sent them to the country.

- But Liz wouldn't have let them go.
-Hmm.

Anne cried every time you were away.

Did she?

Anne did?

Johane and I can stay with you
for a while,

look after the household until you...

She wanted to learn Greek.

(SOBBING)

Hey.

(GRUNTING)

Where have you been?

You look like a foreigner.

I am a foreigner.

- Where'd you go?
-Here and there.

Working for Wolsey now, I hear.

I'm a lawyer.

Lawyer!

You were always a talker.

Slap in the mouth couldn't cure you.

- God knows you tried.
-Law.

If it wasn't for the law, I'd be a lord.

Cromwells had money. We had estates,

thieved off us

by lawyers.

Suppose you don't admit to me now,
do you?

Suppose you hoped I'd be dead.

Why are you here?

My wife told me I should come see you.

Well, now you have.

Yeah.

What is it?

Master, I have a question to put to you.

My father is dead and you...

You are my father now.

So, shall I change my name to yours?

Your father?

Every day, I light a candle for him.

Does that comfort you?

I don't know.

Well, this...

This comforts me,

Richard Cromwell.

- Thank you.
-Mmm-hmm.

- If...
-Go, go on. Get out.

Get out.

(GRUNTING)

Now get up!

-(GASPING)
-Get up!

-(GRUNTS)
-Get up, boy!

Let me see you stand on your feet!

Get up!

-(GROANS)
-Get up!

Get up!

You'll hear the King's reception of me
was cool.

It's only partly true.

Still, my mission could not
be described as an overwhelming success.

Cardinals wouldn't meet me. They said
it was too hot to travel south.

So, what next?

A new plan, a Legatine Court.

We ask the Pope to send his envoy
to act in his name,

and rule here in England on the validity
of the King's marriage to Katherine.

Hmm? Huh?

Uh...

Urn, when you were in France,

my wife and daughters died.

Oh, Tom.

(SIGHS)

"Whom the Lord loveth..."

Hmm.

(FOOTSTEPS)

Master Cromwell?

Thomas Cromwell reading a prayer book?

Now I know how bad things are.

How is he?

He asks after you

the minute you've gone.

Worries you'll fall in the road.

Have you an inventory

for York Place, George?

Uh, a what?

York Place. I'll take it to her.

- To Lady Anne?
-Mmm-hmm.

Well, Mark, you're hard at study?

How are you?

Must feel strange
being back at York Place

with the world so altered.

No.

- You don't miss My Lord Cardinal?
-No.

Well, you might not think of us, Mark,

but we think of you.

- ANNE: Purkoy! Don't let him out!
-(BARKS)

Lady Anne.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Master Cromwell.

You have your inventories?

Thank you for this.

Since My Lord Cardinal's reduction,

have you seen much progress
in your cause?

He's the only man in England
who can obtain for you what you need.

Very well.

Make his case. You have five minutes.

Otherwise, I can see you're really busy.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

The Cardinal's the only man who can
deliver an annulment from the Pope.

He's the only man who can deliver the
King's conscience, and deliver it clean.

- He's...
-If the King wants it,

and according to you,

the Cardinal, formerly the chief subject
of the kingdom, wants it,

then I must say, Master Cromwell,

it's all taking a marvellous long while
to come to pass.

MARY: And she's not getting any younger.

No one's more distressed
than the Cardinal

that the King cannot
have his heart's desire,

which was ever
the Cardinal's desire too.

He knows that all the King's subjects
repose their hopes in you

-for an heir to the throne.
-Very nice.

Very nice, Master Cromwell.

But try again.

One thing.

One simple thing we asked of
the Cardinal, and he would not...

You know it wasn't simple.

Well, perhaps, I'm a simple person.

Do you feel I am?

You may be. I hardly know you.

You may go.

- Lady Mary.
-God, I thought she would slap you.

My sister likes a good fight.

Come again. I can't wait.

Your sister can, I think.

Oh, she knows how to wait.

So I hear.

- They say she and the King...
-Still haven't.

It's true.

She lets him pull down her shift
and kiss her breasts.

Good man, if he can find them.

(CHUCKLES)

Lady Mary, Lady Anne wants you.

Oh, by the saints.

(DOOR OPENS)

I need a seat in Parliament again.

Why?

Because if I'm not there
to speak for the Cardinal,

they'll kill him.

Cromwell, I am content you are
a burgess in the Parliament.

My Lord.

I spoke to the King for you,
and he is also content.

You will take his instructions
in the Commons, and mine.

Will they be the same, My Lord?

God damn it.

Cromwell,

why are you such a person?

It's not as if you can afford to be.

Oh, smile away.

The King will grant you an audience,

but he is preparing a quarrel
against you, Master.

Oh, yes.

He has a long memory, and well remembers

when you were a burgess
in the Parliament before this,

and how you spoke against his war.

I hope he doesn't think still
of invading France.

God damn you!

What Englishman doesn't?

We own France!

We have a right to take back our own!

(EXHALES)

Mind you,

you're right.

We can't win.

But we have to fight anyway.

That was what was wrong with Wolsey.

Always at the treaty table.

- How can a butcher's son understand...
- La gloire?

Are you a butcher's son?

Blacksmith's.

Are you really?

Could you shoe a horse?

If I were put to it.
I was a soldier myself.

Oh, were you?

Were you?

Not with any English army,
I'll be bound.

I knew there was something about you
that I didn't like.

(CHUCKLES)
But I couldn't put my finger on it.

Where were you?

Garigliano.

- With?
-The French.

(SCOFFS) Wrong side, lad.

- I noticed.
-Mmm.

Longbow man?

Now and then, bit on the short side.

Oh. Me too.

- Our King can draw a bow.
-Hmm.

Very nice. Got the arm.

My Lord,

Esher is not suitable
for My Lord Cardinal.

He is willing to travel
to his palace at Winchester.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, yeah, I bet he is.

Nice and close to the King.
Don't take us for fools!

Tell your Cardinal that
he had his last chance

with his court here
in this very building.

- Tell him to go north.
-He's not ready to go north.

I want him north!

Tell him Norfolk wants him
on the road and away from here.

And tell him,

if he doesn't, I'll come to him,

-and I'll tear him with my teeth!
-My Lord,

may I substitute
the word "bite" for "tear"?

Substitute nothing, you...

You nobody.

KATHERINE: For 20 years,
I have been your true wife.

And by me, you have had many children,

although it pleased God
to call them from this world,

which was no fault of mine.

And when you had me first,

as God is my witness, I was a true maid,

without touch of man.

(ALL MURMURING)

And whether this is true or no,

I put to your conscience.

(ALL MURMURING)

On Prince Arthur's wedding night,
myself and the Earl of Oxford

took the prince
to Queen Katherine's chambers,

and we were there when
he climbed into bed beside her.

Next morning, he comes out again,

says he's thirsty,
asks for some ale because, he said,

(CHUCKLES) "Last night I was in Spain."

(ALL MURMURING)

The Queen was Spanish, you see.

(MURMURING CONTINUES)

It would be a poor sort of bridegroom
who'd come out in the morning and say,

"Good day, Masters. Nothing done."

Hmm.

He was 15. He was boasting.

I believe Katherine.

(SCOFFS) Believe nobody.

You're late, Stephen.

- They're almost clone for the clay.
-Doesn't matter.

Why doesn't it matter?

News from one of my men in Rome.

Pope Clement is preparing
to sign a treaty with the Emperor.

Oh, your boy doesn't understand.

The Emperor won't take kindly
to the Pope

helping to have his aunt
cast off the throne.

I don't think your papal envoy in there

is likely to give the King
what he wants, do you?

And when he doesn't,
Wolsey will be finished.

And then I'll feel sorry for you.

Except, you won't.

Except, I won't.

HENRY: Ah, the roses...

Cromwell.

How's your fat priest?

How is, um...

He cannot be well
till he has Your Majesty's favour.

The list of charges against him
grows every day.

Saving Your Majesty,
there's an answer to each one.

Given a hearing, we'd make them.

Not today.

Suffolk wants to go hunting.

We usually say, we gentlemen,
that the hunt prepares us for war,

which brings us to a sticky point,
Master Cromwell.

It does indeed.

You said in Parliament,
in a speech some six years ago,

-that I could not afford a war.
-Wars are not affordable things.

When I went into France, I captured the
town of Thérouanne, which you called...

- A dog hole, Majesty.
-How could you say so?

- Uh, I've been there.
-So have I!

At the head of an army!

You told me I could not
lead my own troops!

You told me if I was taken prisoner,

the ransom would bankrupt the country!
So what do you want?

You want a king to huddle indoors
like a sick girl?

That would be ideal,
for fiscal purposes.

A strong man acts
within that which constrains him.

- What constrains me?
-Distance.

When Your Majesty's ancestors
fought in France,

they held whole provinces.

From there, they could supply,
they could provision.

Now, we have only Calais.

How can we support an army
in the interior?

So next time we go into France,

-we'll need a sea coast.
-Of course.

Normandy, Brittany.

Master Cromwell,

your reputation is bad.

You don't defend yourself?

Your Majesty can form your own opinions.

I can.

I will.

Are we to paint out
the Cardinal's coat of arms?

No.

Paint it again.

Paint it brighter.

(CLOSING THEME PLAYING)

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