All language subtitles for 01-The.White.Princess.S01E01

Mother!

Mother, soldiers are coming!

I thought we would have longer.

It is the Tudors, then?

Or what passes for his army.

Is the rider here for Perkin?
There's no time.

Quickly now, Richard, as we planned.

You must hide.

And us, Mother?

Girls, come with me.

To where though, Lizzie? Come.

Quickly now, my Perk.
I must protect you.

I will tell them I'm Prince Perkin...

They think that you are dead, my love,

and so you will be
if you don't escape now.

I want to stay and fight.

My darling Richard.

My Perkin.

Go to Tournai.

Find Jan Warbecque, the boatman.

Pretend to be his son.

I promise I will fetch you back to
England and put you on the throne.

Up inside. Quickly now.

I cannot lose you as I did your brother,
Edward.

Do it for me, my Perkin.

I am Princess Elizabeth of York!

I am betrothed to King Henry Tudor

and he will kill you
if you lay a hand on us.

King Henry sent us here to
fetch you back to London.

By the hair, if need be.

He didn't specify a method.

There is no need for that.

Sir Thomas Stanley.

Elizabeth Woodville. Sir William.

We will come willingly, of course.

We have been waiting to be summoned.

Where is the Earl of Warwick?

Get out! Get out!

Have it. Have everything you want.
Please don't hurt us.

For York! For Uncle Richard!

Teddy, no!

They're not Richard's men,
they're Tudors!

King Henry Tudor has ordered the
traitors to be brought to London.

Traitors?

Men who fought against
him in the battle.

That doesn't make us traitors!

We fought for our king, Richard.

King Henry has declared his reign
began the day before the battle.

Those that fought against
him are declared traitors.

The Earl of Warwick.

The king is waiting for you.

WESTMINSTER PALACE LONDON

This is yours now, Henry.

Your kingdom.

Your throne.

Burn them.

And ban the snow from falling.

I will have nothing white in England.

Where are my rooms?

The king's rooms, Henry.

I have dreamed of this my entire life.

You always said God had chosen me.

You have always known His will.

And He will guide you.

As will I as I know England.

I will take the queen's
rooms for myself,

through this passageway.

So, this is how he treats the woman
he expects to make his queen?

I thought he would
at least show some respect.

It's intended as a show of strength,

but it only goes to show his weakness
if he stoops to bully girls.

Perhaps the worst is yet to come.

What could be worse than
killing my poor Richard?

Lizzie, you must not speak of it.

No one must know what has
passed between the two of you.

Did my brother get away?

We must pray to God he will.

Jasper!

Welcome to Westminster, Henry?

Come.

Jasper. How are you?

My Lady Margaret.

Who would have thought
to find us here like this

with Henry on the throne.

I did.

I always did.

And your strength kept us through
the dark and cold and bad times.

And now my stepson is king.

Move it.

Teddy, Teddy.

What is this?

My cousins are here.

And my aunt and uncle.

Lizzie. Teddy.

Teddy, come back.

Teddy.

Your Grace. Thank you, Ned.

Dear God, save us.

My brothers are all dead
and now we shall be next.

He dates his kingship from
the day before the battle,

so we are all named traitors.

But he cannot simply...

Well, he has.
And Parliament has allowed it.

Or his mother did!

That woman's waited half her life to
take her vengeance on the House of York.

I am so sorry for your sons.

The England we once knew is gone,

and with it chivalry and honor.

We are Yorks, Eliza.

We do not quake in fear.

We must see how this plays out.

You will appear before the king.

You must not speak unless I tell you to.

Dear Teddy.

Now... Hold my hand tightly, now.

Move, you old scum!

Come!

There is to be no welcome

for the promised Queen of England?

The king has lost his manners?

He will see you when
he's seen the traitors.

The others who loved Richard.

These are not the queen's rooms.

The king's mother, my wife, has those.

As First Lady of the Court.

I'll bring some ladies to attend you.

Perhaps he does not need me
as he means to wed his mother.

He needs you.

He based his claim for England

on you being by his side.

With you, he joins the Houses.

And that is what you want for me,
even now?

I am to be the spoils of war?

The wife of a marauding madman

whose mother even murdered children

just so he could snatch the crown?

You knew that you would marry

whichever one of them should win.

This man is the victor.

For now, at least.

You are sworn to be his queen

and nothing now could change that.

Well, unless he does not want her.

Now, girls, please listen.

Smile sweetly to their faces

but know them for the
Tudor spies they are

and lose your tongues
when they are near.

That childless bitch in Burgundy
will reap her just desserts.

I wonder if they've told her yet

her brother's lying dead
on Bosworth Field.

Scribe.

"I, Henry Tudor, King of England,

"hereby, prohibit any English
trade with Burgundy."

There.

That's for all the times
that Yorkist duchess

tried to catch me in her trap
for Richard's executioner.

You must decree the English Lords'
reduce their guards,

or they will form them
into private armies

and rise up at every tax you levy.

Are we certain the York
Princes are truly dead?

If one of them still lives...
They are both dead.

It is well known.

King Richard killed both
princes in the Tower.

There is nobody for England now but you.

Step forward.

Which one of you is John de la Pole,
the Earl of Lincoln?

The dead York king named you
his heir before the battle.

You understand that
this has been revoked

and you are now heir to nothing?

Do you understand that?

I pledge my allegiance to you,
Your Grace.

I do not.

You are not the king,
in law nor in God's eyes.

And while you may have killed
my son and stolen his crown,

you are descended from a servant.

And while my grandson
may impersonate his fealty,

I bow only to God and
to my own conscience.

Mother.

Please...

Your sister in Burgundy
would never stoop so low.

And she has had her
trading licenses revoked

so you should shut your mouth!

You may be glad you are an old woman

whose noise is of no
consequence to His Grace.

You will swear fealty
or be thrown into the Tower.

Jasper Tudor.

You would not dare.

Take her away.

You can't.

You will release me!

Let me walk.

Let me walk.

Who are these?

Edward and Margaret Plantagenet,

son and daughter of George,
Duke of Clarence.

The Earl of Warwick, Your Grace.

The last York heir... I'm aware.

Your Grace.

One day, I'll be king.
He doesn't mean it.

Our Uncle Richard once thought
Teddy might be king but...

Well... Teddy isn't.

Well, even Richard changed his mind...

But he remembers.

We are just children.

Do you swear allegiance
to me as your king?

We do.

And renounce your York claim
to the English throne?

Yes.

We do not want it.

And Teddy doesn't either.

Then he may say so for himself.

He...

Teddy, tell the king that you love him.

What did you say to your Uncle Richard?

Long live the king!

Your grandfather's lands of Warwick
and Salisbury are confiscated,

hereby given to Lord Thomas
and Lord William Stanley

in reward for their fealty at Bosworth.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Take no notice of
the dead king's mother.

They will all accept you, given time.

They will have to.

With a York girl by your side.

A whore who lay with my own
enemy before the battle.

She has been brought here, Henry.

Well,
what if I don't choose to marry her?

You made a promise at Rennes Cathedral

and raised your army on that pledge.

There are other York girls,
aren't there?

Surely any one of them would do as well?

Meet her, Henry.

There's no rush.

A steady course.

Uncle?

Who is it to?

They are awake.

Who is it to?

Jan Warbecque, the boatman in Tournai.

I bid your brother go to him.

We must pray he got there.

But how will you deliver it?

I forgot my prayer book.
I'll go back and get it.

Thank you.

Your Grace.

Your blood will wash the stable floor

if the new king sees you
bend your knee to me.

You will always be the Queen
of England in my eyes.

You and the king were very kind to me.

And is this new king kind?

Will you do my bidding, Ned?

I would not ask if it
were not important.

You will need to pay the messenger.

Take this letter.

Find an honest boatman to deliver it.

No one must know.

When you have news, send this to me...

I will come and find you.

Lady Margaret.

"My Lady, the King's Mother" now.

I am called "Your Grace"

and I receive a royal bow.

Indeed.

And does it bring you the joy
you hoped it would?

It is God's will.

It is God who put
my Henry on the throne.

And God who puts my daughter

on the other throne beside him.

She is not made queen yet.

We will call with you this afternoon

and if she begs
forgiveness for her sins,

perhaps, my son will grant it.

Lizzie does not beg for anything,

but you may try.

Good day, Princess Elizabeth.

You will address the king!

Good day, Your Grace.

Some wine, Your Grace?

My other daughters...

Cecily, Anne, Catherine and Bridget.

Your Grace.

My mother is arranging for
your allowance to be paid.

Your service as my
mother's lady-in-waiting

will never be forgotten, Lady Margaret.

"The meek shall inherit the Earth."

So the Bible tells us.

Dance for me.

No.

Princess Cecily.

I think, perhaps, you have more grace.

The girls can dance together.

My mother has decided
on a motto for you.

"Humble and penitent."

You would do well to abide by it.

I pray my brother brings
his challenge swiftly

so I do not have to marry him.

He does not seem to want to marry you.

Of course he wants to marry her.

What man wouldn't?

I will not marry her.

There are a dozen European princesses

all of whom are chaste

and would make more obedient wives.

But none of whom will
unite the warring houses.

The other York girls would.

Or Margaret Plantagenet.

God knows there's enough of them.

But you have promised that you
will marry Princess Elizabeth.

If you refuse, you will insult her

and the Yorks will rise
up in her defense.

The Yorks can still command England,
Henry.

Your pledge was to unite the country

which is why you have us
on your council.

I can only tell you

what the others of our House will do

and now they feel...
forgive me, Your Grace,

that you are a Welshman who's
lived your life in France

and does not even know our customs.

Take another as your mistress.

Take anyone you choose.

But they insist you marry
Princess Elizabeth

as you have sworn to do.

Henry?

I have prayed upon this.

Perhaps this is the sacrifice
that God would have you make.

Jesus suffered in the desert
and when they crucified him.

It is divine to suffer

and you have more divinity
than any man on Earth.

God asks for this,

and in return, he gives you England.

Parliament have said
that he must marry you.

I was right then,
that he does not want to.

How do you know that
they have said that?

Princess Elizabeth?

The king will see you in his
private rooms tonight alone.

We are not married, I cannot.

My daughter thanks His Grace

and is delighted to attend.

Go, Lizzie.

Perhaps you may yet grow to like him.

Your mother should be here
to chaperone you.

Perhaps she learned her
disregard of decency from you.

Perhaps she knows a chaperone
is pointless, in your case.

Foolish to close the stable door

when the horse has long since bolted.

But that filly loved her stolen freedom

more than you could know.

In fact,
she spent herself so fully on her gallop

that its memory would
sustain her until she died.

Come with me. What are you...

Get off me! Come.

What are you doing?

What are you doing? Unlock the door!

So, this is how the King of
England behaves towards a lady?

Towards a whore

and you have said yourself
that's what you are.

Well, if I am a whore,

you will not wish to wed me, will you?

I do not.

With all my heart, I don't.

But I am told I must

for England... For yourself!

They will not have you
for a king without me.

My heir must have some York blood

in his veins, as well as Tudor.

And we will know that you are fertile

before you sit on any throne beside me.

"We!"

Your mother bids you to rape me?

It isn't rape. We shall be married.

Only if I will have you!

You think you have a choice?

You think you have free will in this?

I am the king and I do not.

Let's get it over then.

Yeah?

Have you finished?

I barely even noticed.

I thought about your sister Cecily.

It made it quick.

Lizzie?

Get out, Cecily.

I said get out!

Take the little ones.

What is it? What's happened?

Oh, Maggie...

He is a bad man, Maggie.

A horrible bad man.

Did he force you...

No!

No, he did not take me.

He has not won this moment.

He has not won.

He will never beat me.

Your Grace?

I'm sorry for my sister's rudeness.

I hope you see that I am

not the same as she is.

If you'd like for me to
dance for you again or...

You should show more
loyalty to your sister.

We never planned much after the battle.

He's overwhelmed, I think.

He won the battle, he has the crown.

And he will keep it. With our help.

He wishes us
to set about his coronation.

He thinks that we should do it now

to show England that he is king alone,

not joint ruler with the girl.

He hasn't mentioned it to me.

Margaret,

in time, he will share
all his confidences with you.

But it was Henry and I alone
for many years.

He saw betrayals from all sides,

from those who claimed to love him

and all this is very new.

I am his mother.

I have given up my life for him.

And he will learn to trust you.

He will only marry her
if she conceives a child.

Well, they are intimate already?

We have to know if she's fertile.

He's bid me search the Tower

for the bodies of the York princes.

While there's no proof
that they are dead,

rumors persist and fuel rebellions.

I will do it.

I need to earn his trust.

Princess Elizabeth?

This way. Why?

You are lucky in your looks,

just like your mother.

You will have handsome children.

I suppose you are still vain
in your appearance though.

I wish to speak to you as a friend.

We continue to be at odds
with one another and...

I regret it.

I am to be your mother-in-law

and you will find
when you come to know me

that I have great love to give,

and that I have a talent for loyalty.

When I was a little girl...

I was called upon
to give birth to Henry.

Now, I knew he would be King of England

and I would put him on the throne.

When I met you,

I knew that you had
a destiny to bear his son.

That is why I was hard on you,

why I was so furious

when I saw you straying from your path

and fighting against your calling.

You think I have a calling?

You will be mother
to the King of England.

A boy who is the red rose

and white combined.

You will be the peace
that ends the cousins' war.

And God himself will call you blessed.

You may now go to my son's
rooms and do your duty.

So, Lizzie has a king to wed,

but what about the rest of us?

Who's king? Is it me?

No, Teddy.

You mustn't say it.

It isn't fair that we are not
invited to the coronation.

I'm sick to death of
being cooped up here.

But what if they should cheer for us?

Londoners love the House of York.

They would call for Lizzie
and for Teddy, too.

He cannot risk it.

Our cousins are there,

and Aunt Eliza.

Well,
they have turned their coats to Tudor

and he will want to make a show of it.

Please bleed. Bleed.

A stable boy brought this for you.

He says you dropped it.

Maggie, would you do something for me?

I cannot go as we are
followed by the "ladies."

Would you get some herbs for me?

For my belly pain.

What kind of pain?

It's my monthly course.

Do you have news for me?

"Dear Lady.

"I wish that I could
give you joy about your jewel.

"But I have not seen nor heard of it,

"although I have prayed I would."

Thank you.

I...
I went as well to your home, Your Grace.

And what did you find there?

Nothing.

Everything that once you
had inside is looted.

Even doors have been ripped off.

Your servants gone.

Your orchard's plundered. There's...

There's nothing. And...

The soldiers who were there,
who came there to collect you,

they were...

They were told to slaughter
any boys they found there.

And did they?

I don't know.

Who gave the order?

My Lady, the King's Mother.

God save the king!

God save the king.

What have you got there, Maggie?

Lizzie asked me to fetch it for her.

For her belly pain.

Maggie brought this for you.

Mandrake.

I know two uses for it.

One,
to poison someone's dreams. The other...

To dislodge a baby from my womb.

All I have ever wanted, all my life,
is to marry a man for love.

You know, my Lizzie, that girls
of your nobility cannot do that.

You did.

I had the good sense to fall in
love with the King of England...

And so did I.

It should be Richard's child
in my belly...

not this.

But he is dead.

That part of your life is over now,
Lizzie.

And what is here is Henry Tudor,
this child!

A creature put inside me by a monster.

A baby.

Your baby.

My grandchild.

I thought I might outwit him.

Make him hope to take another
for his bride, instead of me.

But now... Well, now I have no choice.

Or only one...

Because if I do not marry him,
yet have his child,

I am shamed to everyone,

and any other life for me
is gone in any case.

The stable boy brought news from home.

Lady Margaret told the soldiers

to murder any boy they found there.

And did they?

Find him?

There were no bodies.

But neither is he in Tournai.

There are never any bodies.

Can't you kill them both?

Wish a sickness on them
so they'd die in awful pain?

I cannot do that.

I know, my "curses."

But perhaps,
they're just wishful thinking.

Perhaps I take good luck
and call it "magic."

My powers cannot be very strong

if we find ourselves as we are now,

with my son lost again

and this before us.

Some say that folk are sick

along the route the Tudor
army took through Wales.

Perhaps they'll bring about
their own destruction.

I know one thing...

You cannot blame this baby boy.

And if you have him,

he will be ours,

not Henry Tudor's,

and we will make him strong

and tall

and our own rose of York.

The choice is yours, my Lizzie.

But I will take a piece of this.

I have my own use for it.

Henry, a child!

My grandson!

Congratulations, Henry.

Oh, God smiles on us.

We must praise him with a mass.

With a wedding.

I will not be dishonored,

so we must hold a wedding quickly.

We will arrange it.

I share your joy, Your Grace.

We will name him Arthur

and christen him in Winchester.

You need do nothing.

Except consent. And look delighted.

England needs a joyful bride.

All else will be arranged by me.

No.

No, I will choose the dress myself.

Of course.

Elizabeth?

At last, you bring good news.

Perhaps, we may yet join as
friends in our new grandson.

Perhaps.

I know that you were looking

for their bodies in the Tower.

But even if you found the bones,

you'd only find one prince.

Because I swapped the other
for a servant boy.

My mother and my sister
cursed you for my murder.

The male line of your family will die.

My York Prince Richard
will come against your son.

One lives, Lady Margaret.

You have won the people, Henry.

And with this marriage,
they will love you.

And you already have an heir.

There is one matter...

God has shown me that you must
relieve her of her mother,

or she will poison the girl against you.

Once your son is born,

you must imprison Elizabeth.

It is God's will.

Today, you will marry a king.

In a dress fit for a harlot.

Today, I am a whore and a martyr,

because that is what he has made me.

They will simply think
it's red for Lancaster

and you are being loyal.

Walk through your sorrow, my daughter,

and you will end up
where you want to be.

I will walk through my sorrow

and I will smile through my pain.

I will pretend to be a dutiful wife,

but only to their faces.

He is my enemy and so is his mother.

I will fight them
from within my marriage

and they will not even know it.

I will plot to bring my brother back,
or, if he is gone,

another who will kill
this monster Henry Tudor.

"Humble and penitent" may be damned.

"Hidden and patient."

That will be my motto.

You're not afraid?

I approach you with a dagger
and you do not even flinch?

My life is gone, in any case.

Give me your foot.

It's for your reputation.

So my son is not a bastard.

Sleep.

"Hidden and patient."