All language subtitles for 06-The.White.Princess.S01E06

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For seven years
support has grown in Europe

for Prince Richard.

Soon he will be ready
to come against Henry.

The Duchess of Burgundy has invited
me to be a guest at her court.

I shall send you
in my stead.

Richard was my brother.

And I miss him every day.
But that boy is not him.

My son, Prince Richard,

who is alive and
well in Burgundy...

God makes you sick as
punishment for your lies.

Proof of treachery
from their own hands.

Sir William Stanley.

I am loyal
to the rightful king!

Richard of York!

The princes.
One of them got away.

You killed them.
I did not!

You ordered it.

I cannot know for certain
if it was carried out.

Henry needs to know
what is done in his name.

Help me, Lord.

Before I die...

You are not a king,
nor fit to be one.

England rots beneath you.

Men weep.

So, kill me.

And you will kill many
others after me.

Men who will line up to say,

"Long live the true, able

"King...

Richard."

Arthur.

You will never wear the crown if
you cannot watch a traitor die.

If the man who won the
field at Bosworth for me

could betray me, then...
The rest are loyal.

Are they?

Are you?
Of course I am.

I saw your face.

The day of Harry's
ennobling banquet.

When your mother said
your brother Richard lives.

You couldn't look at me.

As you can't now.

Henry, we...

We...

I wanted to tell you.
Oh, God.

Please.

What my mother said,

there was some truth in it!

We put a servant boy in the Tower
in my brother Richard's place

and we sent him
off to safety.

When you sent soldiers to bring
me to Westminster as your wife,

my brother was with us.

We hid him when
your men arrived.

Then you have lied to me.
For years. No.

We have heard nothing
from him since.

My mother wrote to half
of Europe searching for him.

Anywhere he could have
gone she begged for word,

and nobody knew anything.

He'd vanished.

Then we learned that the
soldiers tore our house apart.

Slaughtered every boy
they found.

And then we understood
the silence.

That is how I know the boy in
Burgundy is just another fraud.

My brother is dead.

Dead?

Dead.

Yet you have never
told me this before.

When we first wed,
I was full of malice.

Then my reasons for not
telling you changed.

I convinced myself
I was shielding you.

From what?

Fear.

So the boy is not Richard.

No.

Then who is he?

Because his marriage to
the Scottish girl is underway.

And when the wedding
feast is done,

whoever he may be,

he wants my kingdom.

Not just King James
of Scotland.

There are faces from every
royal house in Europe.

Apart from Spain.

They're busy with their
newfound world and wealth.

They would not trouble
themselves with our small lives.

Perhaps they're more
inclined to Tudor's side?

What can Tudor offer them?

Amen.

Thank you. Thank you.

You are very beautiful.

I'm very lucky.

It was hard
to leave her.

Her peace as
she lies sleeping.

Her beauty will look even better
on the throne of England.

And peace
comes after war.

Has King James of Scotland
said he will support me?

There is no
surety of it.

Your cause is
your own affair

and waging war on
England may seem to him

too high a cost
in gold and men.

You must rejoin
the celebrations.

Work hard with him,

and the other
heads of state.

But we must have Scotland or
we'll fail before we start.

Elizabeth sends funds.

Your mother.

And I shall furnish you with
ecus from my own gold stores.

It is a start.

I miss him too.

I wish that he were here
to share his wisdom with me.

I'm lost without him.

But three months
have passed and...

I cannot bear to...

I cannot lose you
and my uncle.

Please.

She feels Jasper's death quite keenly.
Mmm.

This has come for you,
Your Grace.

From Burgundy.

Ah.

My men in Burgundy
have unmasked him.

The boy is the son of
a boatman from Tournai

and his name is
Perkin Warbeck.

Writing my letter to
Scotland will be a joy.

Let's see how it pleases King James to
learn that he has shamed his cousin

by marrying her to
Sir No One from Nowhere.

Scotland will throw him
back to where he came from

and Europe will deny
they ever met with him.

What is it?

My mother writes
to me again.

Bids me visit.

You are good, Maggie,

to come to me when even
my own daughter won't.

We were coming to London
to visit Teddy anyway.

You saw him.

Didn't you?

My son, Prince Richard.

Has he grown very fair?

We saw a pretender,
Your Grace. Nothing more.

I fear that I shall die before
I lay my own eyes on him.

Or see my Lizzie
again.

Please. Bid her
come to me.

Lizzie.

We have not had a chance to speak in
private since my trip to Burgundy.

What would
we speak of, Maggie?

Traitors to
my husband's reign?

The nightmares that
my son has had

since he witnessed the
beheading of a man he loved?

I'm told you've been to
see my mother once again.

She wants to see
you, Lizzie.

She's unwell.

I suppose she is still writing
to my aunt in Burgundy?

We have abandoned our
attempts to stop it.

Better that we let her do it
and have the monks make copies

so we know
what web she weaves.

She did show me a letter
she had just received.

Everyone in Europe has
accepted him.

They all came
to the wedding.

Apart from Spain.

Your aunt writes,
"Isabella is so lofty

"with her newfound wealth

and self-importance..."
Spain did not attend?

You are certain of it?

It was in the letter.

So will you visit
her then? Lizzie?

We must settle
Arthur's betrothal.

To the Princess
Catherine of Aragon.

Alone of all of Europe,
Spain refused to meet the boy.

Perhaps they have no interest with
their new vast lands and riches but...

You've always said that
Arthur is too young

and that he will choose
his wife for love.

Well, now I am saying
he is old enough.

She is reputed
to be beautiful.

Mmm.

It would give him
something good to dwell on

and ally us with the
strongest force in Europe.

If Europe backed the boy,

they would've matched him
with a far more powerful wife

than third cousin-to-the-left of the
ruler of the poorest land in Christendom.

There simply
isn't a threat.

Mm. The Queen is right.

If we can come to terms
with Isabella of Castile, then

none would dare to wake that sleeping giant,
now, or in the future.

It would be
the best deterrent.

And the dowry
would be significant.

We will not leave it
to a letter.

We will go there in person.

Bless me, Cardinal Morton...

For I have sinned.

You are the most devout

of our savior's subjects.

God...
He hates me.

He has deserted me.

I went to Jasper.

He was dying.

I could not...

You couldn't save him, no.

But you tried to.
I did not try.

But it is God

who calls us mortal men

to Heaven when he chooses.

No act of ours
can change that.

Your sacrifice for him

has been immense.

Losing those we love
can test our faith.

A pilgrimage

will help you
find your way.

Rededicate
yourself to God.

Pay alms
to the abbeys.

Luke chapter 11, verse 41.

"Give as alms
what is within,

"and everything
will be clean to you."

Godspeed, Your Grace.

We're returning
to our home in Wales.

I have an honor
to bestow upon you.

I'll make you Gentleman of the Privy
Chamber to Arthur, Prince of Wales.

You'll be his tutor and his
guardian in my absence.

It will be my pleasure.

I can think of no one better than a loyal
Tudor soldier who reminds me of my uncle.

Well, we will take him home
with us today.

No, you will stay here with
him at the palace, Lady Pole.

But... Our son is...
He will be brought here.

I will send men
to collect him.

Of course, Your Grace.

Will we tend
to Prince Harry as well?

He will be left
in my mother's care.

She is fond of him and he
may pull her from her grief.

They're going on
a pilgrimage together.

Small mercies anyway.
Harry's a handful.

I know you hate
to be at court but

we'll make more time
for Teddy while we're here.

And before you know it,
we'll be back home again.

First we will go
to Wimborne Minster.

Where I grew up and
where my father is buried.

Was he a king?

He was a sinner.

Sometimes I fear God
is punishing me for it.

Why couldn't I go
to Spain with Father?

Or stay with Arthur?

You are the second son.

While your brother
will be king,

you may be pope.

And answer only
to the Lord, your God.

As we all must, in the end.

Scotland brings you one step
closer to your kingdom.

But...

As they have yet
to pledge their support,

you will need to bring
your York charm into play.

Make him happy.

But not so happy
he forgets his cause.

It is a shared cause now.

And I will loan to him
whatever strength he needs.

And keep some
for yourself.

And make that
child a boy.

Lady Grandmother,
do not fear for me.

This work is God's work.

And He will decide
the outcome.

I doubt sometimes
that it is even him.

You have had seven years
of calling him your grandson.

But the boy
I knew had different eyes.

I'm sure they were green.

His brother Edward
had the green eyes.

Richard, always blue.

You're afraid of losing him.
As I am. As we all are.

But his destiny is to destroy
that creature Henry Tudor

and bring us back our peace.

Is it?

Or is it just
your vengeance

that would take another
innocent boy's life?

King Henry. Queen Elizabeth.
I am Rodrigo de Puebla.

Welcome to the Alhambra.

Your Graces.

Princess Catalina of Aragon.

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Your Graces.

I present
Queen Isabel de Castilla

and King Fernando de Aragon.

Protectors of
the Catholic Faith.

Our country's beloved
mother and father.

Your Graces.

I present King Henry
VII of England

and his Queen, Elizabeth.

Thank you for
the wonderful dancing.

We are most charmed
by your daughter.

We are honored to visit
your most beautiful palace.

It has long been my wish to form an
alliance between our two great nations

with a marriage of our son
and heir, Prince Arthur,

and Princess Catherine.

You saw our daughter,
Catalina.

She's beautiful and rich.

Daughter to the mightiest
land in Europe.

She says both Arthur
and Catherine are very young.

She wishes for
a papal dispensation.

That will take time.

So she will write to the Pope

and he will grant it,
and we will have our alliance.

If her wishes are met,
then yes.

More masses for his soul.

Why did you give
the priest gold?

What did you buy from him?

In giving, I find grace.

If you dedicate
yourself to God

then everything you do
will be His will.

Though you may
sometimes doubt him

His will is the light that guides
your hand in everything you do.

Even when the thing you do
is costly to your person.

How many do
we have to visit?

As many as it takes
to hear His voice.

Richard.

You're getting closer.

You're coming home.

What is it? The boy has crossed
the River Tweed at Coldstream.

King James rides with him, and his army.
No!

Wake Prince Arthur.
We'll take him to the royal apartment

in the Tower for his safety.

But Father said
the Scottish wouldn't come.

Have you sent word to him?
He'll be met at the docks with news.

Teddy?

Teddy?

Teddy?

This is your cousin,
Prince Arthur.

Did you sin too?

Nobody sinned.

What are you doing?

My Lady the King's Mother.

I've come to hasten you
to Beaulieu.

We are going there
on pilgrimage.

You must come quickly.

Cornwall has risen up
and they are marching this way

bound for London, armed
with pikes and staffs.

Cornwall?
They are angry at the new tax.

Scotland has invaded,

and now Englishmen are taxed to
pay for soldiers to defend us.

They say the York Pretender
leads the Scottish into England.

Oh, he cannot.
No, he cannot. Please,

come quickly.

You were very kind
to bring us here to safety.

Who knows what would've happened
if you hadn't ridden out to us.

We would never
enter heaven

if we did not save you
and the Prince from harm.

You have no library here.

I will have one built
and stocked for you.

You're very kind,
Your Grace.

We are in your debt.

When they have passed,

we will return to London.

God does not smile
upon my pilgrimage.

How many?

How many does
the boy have with him?

We believe it is 4,000.

All Scottish, or have others
joined his cause now too?

They say the boy has 1,400 mercenaries
from Germany and Flanders.

A tax was levied to raise
the funds to pay our men.

We are mustering but the Cornish
are up in arms about the tax,

and men must be dispatched to
quell them too.

Well, they feel the Scottish borders
are a long way from their door

and they shouldn't have to pay for
a war that isn't their concern.

The leaders are camped on Blackheath hoping
the men of Kent will rise with them.

So I cannot muster from
Cornwall, or from Kent.

Anywhere else?

Is Essex with me, Suffolk, or is all the
south and southwest lost to me?

Send men to quell the Cornish and have the
rest made ready to ride north with me.

And Spain, Your Grace?
Is Spain with us?

Mark the names of those who do not come,
they are against me.

Hire mercenaries
to boost our numbers.

We have no allies.

Where is my son?
Prince Arthur?

He is in the Tower, Your Grace.
For his safety.

And Prince Harry returns from his
pilgrimage with My Lady the King's Mother.

They are under guard.

I have never gone
to battle without Jasper.

He's still with you, Henry.

His strength rides with you
onto the battlefield.

And so does mine.

I will return
to you a victor.

I prayed, Henry.

I was obedient to the Lord.

But now the boy has come against you...
Harry? Come.

Find my son.

Prince Richard.

Give him what he needs

to win.

To fight.

To stay alive.

We've protected
all the sentries.

Come.

This way.

Wait.

Listen.

Where are they?

It is over.

He withdrew.
Henry.

He did not have
the will to fight me.

He could not bring himself

to take up arms against
God's own annointed king.

What, and so he ran?

Well, then he is not a York.

No York man would ever
run from battle.

No one will believe
his claim again.

I never thought that
we would have this.

But we do.

And none shall
take it from us.

What was he thinking?

After all that
I've done for him?

He leaves the battlefield

to greet an infant.

Her time came early.

He was fearful.

King James says that he
has had his money wasted.

He is threatening to make
his peace with Tudor.

The boy should not
have done this.

He does as he pleases.

He is behaving...

Behaving like a...
A king?

A king who now has a son.

A York heir.

Henry will be murderous.

He didn't run away.

He left to see
his newborn son.

A son?

He has an heir.

No.

And with that, his claim
is strengthened,

false as it is, and others
will declare for him.

Well, he withdrew.

Perhaps he will not come again.
He'll come.

We don't know where or when,
but he will come.

And I must pray the nobles
will support me

because the new tax on the peasants
will ensure that they do not.

We need Spain more than ever.

I will pray.

Oh, My Lady!

My Lady!

There are over 50.

All of England's noble families
must turn out for you.

And I have written
to ensure that they will.

Your mother is dying.

You must go to her.

I regret that
I did not see Jasper.

He asked for me.

And I shall never know what
he would have said to me.

Go.

The boy has done what
I would in his shoes.

He sailed from
Scotland to Land's End and

8,000 Cornish men have joined him,
out of hate for me.

My army gathers.
I must go to them.

I waited for you.

I'm here.

What we have lived
through together.

Now Melusina sings for me.

No.

No, she doesn't.

Please, Lizzie.

Be there for your brother.

He is gone, Mother.

You think I have not
been fair to you.

It doesn't matter,
I love you, Mother.

Stay with me.

Help Richard.

Keep him from danger.

Promise me you will.

Richard is gone.

He is coming, Lizzie.

I feel it.

Can you hear her singing?

No.

No!

Mother, please!

Go, Cathy.

It's time.

Take our son
and claim sanctuary.

Promise me you will
win back your kingdom.

I will come for you both
when I have won.

Go. Go.

Hey!

Queen Elizabeth.

What do you mean,
they've deserted me?

So few of them
turned out for you

that the ones
who did feel torn

and say they will not
fight their own kind.

Henry.

Lizzie.

She is gone.

I had to see you.

You rode all
through the night.

The noblemen whom I
wrote to did not come?

They claim the swelling sickness.
Something else to blame me for.

What?

Since Spain is not with us they
feel we are alone in all of Europe,

while the boy has
every kingdom and

my own men
flocking to his side.

No.

No, they are traitors.
They will not do this.

My Lords! My Lords!

Do you know me?

Of course, Your Grace.

You are the Queen of England.

Then listen to your Queen
when I command you!

England is invaded by
a pretender and the Scots!

Since when have Englishmen
feared Gaels and Celts

and run from warfare with their
tails between their legs?

They say he is the true king,

Richard of York.

If he were Richard, he would be my
brother and I would tell you so myself!

But he is here
to kill your kin

and rob England
of what was never his!

If you fear God

then you will honor your true king,
Henry Tudor!

And if you will not
do it for your King

then do it for me!

The daughter of Edward IV

and Queen Elizabeth Woodville,

who has just passed from
this life into God's hands.

Your men are here
and they support you.

When this battle is over

you will live in peace
with your families

knowing that you have done
your duty to your King,

your God,

and to your Queen.

How can I thank you?

Come back to me.

To us.

You must go.

The guards will take you
back to London.

Henry, I...

Tell me afterwards.

Guards, shields!

Shields!

Shields up!

March!

Where did he run?

Where is the boy?

You won, Henry.

He withdrew,
this is good news.

You think this is
the end of it?

That he won't raise
more men and then return?

What?

What is it?

He's claimed sanctuary.

The boy?

Where is he?
At Beaulieu Abbey.

So I cannot even send
my men to bring him to me?

Not men.

I can do it.

God's ways are
mysterious indeed.

Now I understand
my pilgrimage.

He confirms that what
I do is God's work and

my calling

is to be the
guardian of his reign.

Abbot.

Please bring out the boy.

We know that he is here.

My Lady
the King's Mother...

We could not refuse
him sanctuary.

You did what

any holy man would do.

But your allegiance
is to God and to the King.

And I am on God's work.

You will find the definition
in the Bible, in your library.

Has he something else to wear?

We could give
him holy robes.

Disrobe.

Exchange your clothes
with him.

Your impudence
offends the Lord.

Take those garments off.

I've won a king,
and that makes three.

Harry, show your cards
or stop cheating.

I wasn't cheating.

My Lady, Your Grace.

A message from
your Lady Mother.

She has the boy.

I win.