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Previously,
on "The Spanish Princess "...

Harry cannot marry her.

She's his brother's wife.
It's a sin.

She says she did
not lie with Arthur.

I've learnt the name
of our tormenter,

Edmund de la Pool,
your own wife's cousin.

He burns for me.

You said you
had given him up, Rosa.

I want to,
but I don't know how.

I am a virgin,
as I was when I first
came to England.

So they were married
both in word and deed?

I cannot say. I did
not bear witness to it.

If she seduces Harry and
marries him upon this lie,
you will burn in Hell!

You cannot
simply throw me out.

Yes, I can, and have.

LINA: What do you
want from me?

I want you to say yes.

I will take Princess
Catherine of Aragon
to be my wife.

[ music playing ]

♪ Ave Maria, gratia plena

♪ Dominus tecum,
benedicta tu ♪

Lord...

give me your wisdom.

You have called me
to be Queen of England.

Shall I take the king
to be my husband?

Why don't you speak to me?

KING HENRY:
How dare you challenge me?

It was your mother's
dying wish.

Does that
mean nothing to you?

HARRY: She was dying!
She was in agony!

And you would put yourself
ahead of the queen's command?

No. I think that you
asked this from her.

- [ groans ]
- Why would her final wish

be to take away
my happiness?

You always think everything
is happening to you.

- No, I think, Father,
that you are jealous...
- Ohh!

...jealous of
my confidence and my courage.

And I think
you seek to take away

the one thing
that I desire.

What did we do
to make him as he is?

[ sighs ]

As if this wasn't
already hard enough.

For once in my life,
I find myself agreeing

with your late wife,
God rest her soul.

- Mm.
- I now see the wisdom

of this union
with the girl.

I'll soothe
our hothead.

You go and see
your new wife-to-be.

Uh, is this for me?

Sir Richard Pole
left it for me because
I refused to see him.

He pleads for his
wife's return, no doubt.

She disobeyed our rule,Henry.

I will not have that.

[ overlapping chatter ]

[ musicians playing ]

WOLSEY: Princess Catherine,
welcome.

This way,
Your Highness.

[ chuckles ]

Why do you smile,
Your Grace?

I smile, because
we're both clearly

having such
a splendid time of it.

[ fork clatters ]

When one is king...

one dines for many reasons
with many guests--

for politics,
to gain intelligence,

to push a truce...

to pursue a bride.

I'm not unfamiliar with
the sensation of this table
growing longer

nor the food growing
more tasteless upon the plate.

I'm sorry. I do not wish
to take away your appetite.

Did you and the queen
take all your meals in here?

Goodness, no.

Look at it!

[ chuckles ]

[ chuckles ]

Arthur liked to eat
under the trees.

He would have taken
all his meals outside,

come wind or rain.

As did his mother...

given the chance.

When we were first wed,

I arranged picnics for her
throughout the grounds.

I tried everything
to warm her heart.

She was cold to you?

Mm.

But you
were so in love.

A blind man
could see it.

The battle for her heart
was hard-won.

Winning the throne of England
was less arduous.

When did you know

that she loved you?

I cannot
tell you the hour.

Only that one day I was aware
of a peace in my heart...

a sense that
when I was with her...

I was home.

You know, you have
the look of her in your eyes.

[ chuckles ]

You both had mothers who...

not so much raised you,
but smelted you.

[ laughs ]

I am a lump of steel.

[ laughing ]

There.

Who said
I cannot woo a woman?

Come.

Now that your Infanta
is to wed the king...

your own marriages
must be addressed.

Charles Brandon
has selected you,

and both
the Duke of Rochester

and the 11th Baron
Willoughby de Eresby

will each
be offered you.

I was told I was to have
a say in who I wed.

Well, perhaps you might
have if Prince Arthur
had not passed away,

but now the choice
is mine alone,

and my sole
consideration

is that you marry loyal
men within my house.

Will you still wait
for Catherine's dowry to be
paid by Queen Isabella?

There's no need.

The alliance
is preserved.

But she will not become
queen in her own--

[ gags ]

[ running footsteps ]

[ muffled retching ]

Rosa!

- Rosa--
- Stay away!

It is the plague,

the sweating plague.

Help me, Jesus.
[ weeping ]

Ay, no.

- There is no sweat.
- [ coughs ]

It was
the guinea fowl.

It must have
been too old.

She ate some bad food.

Did she?

It was
the guinea fowl.

The two men
who may wed you

will be waiting
in the Great Hall.

They will look at you
as you pass by.

It may aid
the path of love

were you to wipe the
vomit from your chin.

Vamos.

[ bells pealing ]

Ladies, I give you
the Duke of Rochester...

My ladies.

and the 11th Baron
Willoughby de Eresby.

Enchanted.

The king insisted
I be brought back here

so I could have
my portrait started, bu--

Where is Rosa going?

She is unwell, Highness.

I am finished
with this today.

He has written to my mother

to ask her for her blessing
on our marriage,

but I don't believe
I have been blessed
since I left Spain.

Then perhaps you should
return to Castile.

Go back to your mother.
Find another life.

At least you
have that option.

I do not.

Lina?

Lina!

Why do you
talk to me this way?

I have supported you
in every way I can

and perhaps some ways
that I should not.

I have
been loyal to you.

And now the king
says he'll have you,

so you should
rejoice in victory

and take the orange
that has landed
in your lap.

If your destiny is
to be Queen of England,
take the king,

but if
your dream is love,

then that is
all I want, too.

Then find love
with your husband.

Charlie Brandon?

I cannot love a fool!

I am in love
with Oviedo,

the bowman,

who is not a Tudor,

nor a noble,
nor an Englishman.

Nor is he Catholic.

I've been told
he worships Islam.

There is
no law against it

here in England,

but in Spain,
if we went back,

he would be tortured
by your mother.

And perhaps
I would be, too,

because they don't believe
those who converted.

My mother would do
no such thing.

It must have been
the church.

If I wed Oviedo,

who will cast me
from your service?

Is it the king?

Lady Margaret Beaufort?

Or is it you?

Lina...

you came here
for a better life.

Now, if you
throw it all away,

how would you live,
raise children?

The men the Tudors
took from me,

including
your man Oviedo,

are not
even paid a wage.

They work
for food and lodging.

You cannot
raise a child on that.

I have some money
that my parents left me
when they died,

and then I'll think
of something I can--

What thing would you
think of, Lina,

to support yourself,
your husband,
and your children?

I--

You have a duty...

to my mother and to me
and to your parents,

who worked their lives
to send you here for this.

You will tell me
when you've chosen

if you will take
your Tudor husband

or will leave
my household.

MAN: My Lord!

Easy, there.

Richard.
How is Westminster?

I tried to speak
to Lady Margaret,

but she seems quite certain
of your treachery.

I have always
been a Plantagenet

and always been
the enemy to her.

Yet in her anger,
Lady Margaret has done me
a great service.

I may stay here
with my children

in the country,
free from all of them.

You think she will let
you stay here in peace?

You think she won't break
you every chance she gets?

You defied her, Maggie.

I love my children,

and I would die for them.

I know you would,
so lie for them!

Tell Lady Margaret
Arthur's marriage
was a full one.

No. I have told
that woman what I know,

and only what I know
to be the truth,

that I didn't see
Catherine and Arthur
with my own eyes.

You tread
a dangerous path.

I tread a narrow one,
I know,

but that path
is my conscience.

The Tudors have taken
a great deal from me, Richard,

but they
will not take that.

The king says
he will marry Catherine.

I suppose that
eases things a little.

Maggie, if you've
heard from your cousin,
you must say so.

It may even save
your place at court.

Have you heard
nothing that I have said?

I do not want
a place at court.

And I have
not heard from him.

[ birds squawking ]

Harry.

We will fight him,
Catherine.

Tell your mother
to refuse the match.

Your children
won't succeed you
if they're sired with him,

and your mother
surely doesn't want
a barren throne for you.

She may not even care
about that anymore.

We don't know
what she'll say.

Well, then you
must tell him no,
that you won't have him.

How should
I refuse him, Harry,
the King of England?

Do you think
he will smile kindly

on my marriage to his son
if I insult him

and drive a dagger
in his pride?

I cannot disobey
the king.

[ chuckles ]
Why not?

Because he'd send me
back to Spain.

But you are
your mother's daughter.

You don't hear no.
You fight.

What, did you trifle with me
just to win my father?

No!

Of course I didn't.

If you want him, say so...

and I'll know you
for a devil in a dress.

You don't know, do you?

How is this my doing?

How is this at my door?!

You don't know
what you want.

I don't know
what my choices are!

I don't know
if I have a choice.

Well, damn you, then.

If your love is so fickle

that it can
blow away like dust...

I will forget you.

MAGGIE: "Dearest Meg,
it warmed my heart
to get your letter.

I couldn't bear it
that you thought

I hadn't said goodbye
to you in London.

What a joy to read
that you do not believe

your life in Scotland
will be unpleasant.

I hear he is
an accomplished man

and interested in everything.

Although a nursery
full of bastard children

is more than I would bear
on my arrival,

so I think you are
a stronger woman than I am.

I'm glad that you
are happy, though,

and I report the same.

My only sorrow
is my husband,

as I know I've
disappointed him.

Your loving aunt, Maggie."

[ overlapping chatter ]

[ coughing ]

[ spits ]

[ coughs ]

Was that caused
by the guinea fowl as well?

Rosa, when did you
last bleed?

I don't know.

Some weeks ago.

How many weeks?

Four? Six?

I must talk
to Stafford.

I must tell him.

No!

Rosa, he is married.

If you tell him,
he will deny it was him,

and he will abandon you.

No!

He would
never leave me.

Do you know what they do
to unmarried mothers?

You wouldn't
just be flogged.

You would lose your place
with the Infanta

and be begging
on the streets
with a tiny baby.

Wh-What should I do?

Lina, help me.

Maximilian
has yet again refused

to hand over the traitor
Edmund de la Pool.

- [ sighs ]
- We've offered trade deals,
money.

God knows his country
needs it,

but still
he has refused.

He is coming for me.

Dudley, where's my army?

Ah, yes, Your Grace.

Your Grace.

The military expansion
is a costly venture--

Uh, sorry.
Why do we need men?

Wh-Why are we
expanding?

Because the threat
of an invasion led
by Edmund de la Pool--

Oh, right.
Um, de la Pool, the York.

Yes.

Yes.

We had agreed
on a defense tax,

but it'll take time
to raise the funds
to pay the men--

Well, then
don't raise them.

You are hell-bent
on robbing the people.

Pull men from the armies
of all the nobles sitting here.

Stafford, how large
is your retinue,

300 men, 400?

If we centralize
the military,

my father
wouldn't have to beg

and simper to you all
like a serving maid.

[ chuckles ]

My son is angry,

because a girl
who has his young heart
in her keeping

prefers a king to a boy.

But if he spent less time
on girls and ale,

he would know
that we are already

drawing men from all
these noble houses!

And so your contribution
to this privy council is
of no use whatsoever!

Gentlemen,
please leave us.

The council
is dismissed.

Ale can be
a marvelous thing.

It lures me into taverns
on a quest for insobriety,

but while you men
grow old with talk...

I discover.

De la Pool is here,
in London.

Harry.

Harry!

Harry.

So it's true,
Edmund de la Pool is here?

It's not difficult to rule,

to find out
what you want to know,

if the people love you.

[ scoffs ]

Where is he?

He's very near the palace.

Where is he?!

I will deal with this.

I don't know what you're
so up in arms about.

You always want me
at the council meetings.

If you cut yourself off
from your father,

you cut yourself off
from the source
of your power.

There's an apothecary
on Charm Street,

and de la Pool
is hiding there.

You know,
sometimes I wonder
about you, Harry.

Are you ever for England
or only for yourself?

[ chuckles ]

- We're up, soldier.
- Aye.

Hello.

I was hoping you might ask
the women of the kitchens

where a lady goes for help

if she should find herself
unwed with child.

Rosa.

I cannot ask them,

or my honor
will be questioned,

which would damage
the Infanta.

[ chuckles ]

If you ask,
they will think that--

That I have been
dishonorable and want
to cover my mistakes?

I am promovido,

groom to the armory.

Promoted?

I am pleased for you.

And are there wages for it?

There are other things
than money, Lina.

Is Margaret Pole at court?

Perhaps she
will take pity on me.

She is not
welcome here no more.

The king's mother
told her to get out.

The men say
there is un burdel

in Bankside
above the tavern.

A whorehouse?

The women there
will help Rosa.

But...

[ seabirds calling ]

[ couple grunting, gasping ]

[ overlapping chatter,
laughter ]

MAN: Hey, dark mistress,
come sit by me.

[ men cheer together ]

Thank you.

WOMAN:
Hold still, slave.

Come to work or...

to get rid?

Th-The second one.

In my day,
it was catgut.

They say it's all
much safer now.

MAN:
Oh, here he goes.

Come on, Willoughby.
Good man.

Here's upon
Willoughby!

[ men laughing ]

That's it!

Willoughby,
Baron de Eresby?

Yeah, the 11th.

You're one of hers,
aren't you,

that Spanish princess?

No. You are mistaken.

Be quite a scandal,
wouldn't it,

highborn girl like you
flogged on Tower Hill?

Bad news
for her princess-ship.

She might not want you
in her gang no more.

Do you have
what I need or not?

I do, love,
but it'll cost you.

How much?

Of course,
if you can't pay,

you can make a pretty penny
with your lovely skin.

Lady Night-time.

How much
will it cost?

This'll do away
with the little problem.

[ frogs croaking ]

So what's it gonna be?

Ha!

Eh...

You can't come in,
Lady Grandmother.

Hmm.

Unless you
bring more wine.

[ snorts ]

My lady.

The soldiers stormed the shop
and found his man,

but de la Pool had gone.

We questioned the man.

No! No!

No! No! No!

In the end, he told us
his master had sailed.

Perhaps if you'd
told us sooner,

we'd have caught him.

Perhaps my father
brought it on himself.

And perhaps your blood
will stain the English soil
for what you did today.

De la Pool would cut
your throat in a heartbeat,

but you let him slip the net

and have safe passage
back to the Hapsburgs,

and all because
some foreign girl
has pitted you

against your father like
some commoner in a brawl.

Well, thank you
for the visit,
Lady Grandmother.

Will you ask Charlie
to come back in
on your way out?

What you feel for her
is lust.

It's of the flesh.
It's not of the heart.

You're--You're a healthy,
strong young man.

You've had kingship
thrust upon you as a burden
on your grief.

Perhaps there are
some appetites

that you've not had
free rein to...satisfy.

- What?
- [ door opens ]

Lord Stafford
has some friends
for you to meet.

[ woman giggles ]

While I go
to evening prayer.

[ chanting in Latin ]

Thank you...

but what I feel
is of the heart.

If she wants my father,
I will step aside.

But if she wants me,

I will fight him...

to the death,
if needs be.

You have not bled?

You...

put it up inside

if you do not wish
to have the baby.

Where did you get it?

It doesn't matter.

Lina, I am afraid.

Do you think
I should take Rochester

or Willoughby instead?

No, I don't.

I don't.

[ squawks ]

[ whistles ]

MAN: Hello?

[ chatter outside ]

I'm coming in,
so don't say no.

- I have something to say.
- But I came to you.

You came to tell me
you will fight for me.

Am I correct?

- Yes, I--
- And you hate your father

for stealing me away, and...

and you want me to know

that if I marry him,
I condemn myself

to a miserable,
loveless life.

That's right, yes.

That is what people do.

The prisoners begging
for their lives and
offering contrition,

they beg and plead,

but their pleas are
always met with deafness
for one simple reason,

that they must go
to the block because
the king decrees it.

So you're saying
you must marry him
because he said so.

Because he is the king.

I'm saying
there is duty...

that both of us
must cleave to.

[ scoffs quietly ]

You know, I admit that when I
first wrote to you in Spain,

it--it was a game.

But then the more I read
of you and knew you, I--

Well, I haven't known
as many women as you
think, Catherine,

and those that I have
were of the flesh.

You are not.

I mean, I--

I-I want to.

But--But the point is that--

the point is that...

that I love you.

And love exalts us
into God's arms.

I-It is
his greatest gift to us.

It makes us one with him.

Catherine, it leaves duty
in the shadows.

You are a wonder.

You make me
yearn to be king

so that I can be
a better man for you.

You are a wordsmith.

You bend words
to your whim.

Well, then feel
what I'm saying.

And then give me
your answer.

[ armor clanking ]

A boy kisses you,

and everything
I've taught you is undone.

Leave me, Madre.

He will bring you pain.

The betrayal
he will deal to you,
it will break the world.

You are wrong.

Guard yourself!

If you do not,
the enemy will know
just where to strike.

[ blade stabs ]

[ bell pealing ]

Lady Pole is banished
from the court.

My lady, the king's mother
says she lied for you.

Banished?
For how long?

Forever.

Is she at her home
in Stourton?

We will go to her,
this very moment, now.

[ snoring ]

[ soft conversation ]

The king demands
we send him all our men.

- All?
- We're being punished.

Others may keep
a small retinue.
We may not.

This is more than taxes.

Your cousin
was seen in London

stirring up support.

The king and his mother
are certain he will strike,

and they see treachery
at every turn.

If they see treachery,
then they are looking
in a mirror.

We'll have to mend
the cart ourselves.

- Mother!
- We'll get the boys to help.

It'll toughen them up.

Mother!

Her Grace,
the Spanish princess,
is here to see you.

Maggie,
do not join her cause.

Your cause is here,
with the children and me.

Down there.

[ splash ]

My Lady Pole.

Catherine.
Lady de Cardones.

I have learned
you have been banished
from the court,

because you spoke out
for me to Lady Margaret.

I spoke for no one
but myself.

Still, you have suffered
for my benefit.

I wish to make amends.

You can do nothing.

In fact, the rift
has served me well.

Perhaps I should
be thanking you.

We are united

in Margaret Beaufort's
hatred of us both.

May we
take refreshment?

Lady Pole...

I wish to ask you
for your guidance.

Ah.

The king.

He is a decent man.

And he would make you queen.

I want you to tell me
what kind of husband
he would be.

You ask me
to petition for a king

whose presence I'm
not seen fit to stand in?

[ sighs ]
Oh, this family.

You prefer
his son, then?

It was Arthur
I was close to.

But Harry...

he is clever and has a
fevered lust for knowledge.

His appetites flood
in all directions,
wise and foolish.

He runs at life,

which means he's
not always constant
in his interests.

There is danger in him.

He was not sired
to be king.

He was mollycoddled
by his grandmother.

A man with too much power
and no discipline
is dangerous.

I see another
side to him.

He is passionate
and poetic.

He is like
a knight of Camelot--

flawed, but also brave
and dedicated.

Lancelot.

You clearly know your mind
about him, so why ask me?

Catherine, if you
wish to be queen,
then take the king.

But I think you rode here
not just to ask
for forgiveness,

but to speak
Prince Harry's name aloud.

I think you love Harry.

May God help you
if you do.

[ children chattering ]

Dada, look.
I'm helping.

HENRY: Ursula.

Go on.

Henry, look.

What did she want?

To ease her heart.

Do you know
I've realized
I admire her?

She's brave,
and she's certain
she's right.

I wish I'd been
more like her when
I was younger.

Maggie.

Whatever my life
has thrown at me,

I'm glad you're
in it, Richard,

that we have each
other, our love.

[ birds chirping ]

Lina, do you
think me selfish?

You are trained
to be a queen.

You ask others
to make sacrifices.

It is the way
of kings and queens.

You have been
my closest friend
and confidante

since we came
to England.

I cannot think
of living here
without you by my side,

but I will not be the cause
of your unhappiness.

You're right.

You've done
too much for me.

And if you wish
to marry Oviedo,

then you will find
support from me.

- I--
- I cannot promise

you will stay
within my household,

as that may not be
within my gift,

but you will have
a dowry from me...

three gold plates.

You may
melt them down,

and that will be
a start, at least,

if you should
have to make
your own way.

Thank you.

Thank you, Highness.

Catherine.

We are friends,I hope.

Yes.

Yes, we are friends.

Sisters.

[ laughs ]

Lina!

Rosa, what is it?

I am so sorry.

I can't do it.

I can't kill my baby.

I-I'll pay you
for pesario.

Tell me what you paid.

I shame Your Highness.

Please don't let them
flog me.

Rosa is with child,señora.

Lina,
prepare my bath.

The father
will not marry you?

He...

has a wife.

But I need
to tell him.

I think that he
will help me.

Lina, will you
come with me?

[ knock on door ]

Stay with her.

Infanta, I--

Perdona esta intrusión.

The queen, your mother,

she sends word
to the king.

What does she say?

I think she writes
the same to you.

QUEEN ISABELLA:
" Are you to have two husbands?

I received two letters,
each about a different man.

You want to wed Prince Harry.

Then the king writes that he
will take you for himself.

Take the bird in hand
and be grateful at your luck.

You're lucky now
to even make a queen."

You have permission
for your marriage
to the king.

QUEEN ISABELLA:
"Your sister can find
no luck of her own.

[ baby crying ]

She stayed with me in Spain

for the birth of her child,
but it made her very sick.

[ grunting ]

None of us
had sleep for months

until she sailed back
to her husband

and took the child with her."

She writes to me
that she is troubled

by your sister,
Lady Joanna.

She helped her
with the baby.

It left her very tired.

Tell me, Ambassador...

whose eyes are these?

Are they the eyes
of queen consort
to King Henry?

Please inform
the Prince of Wales that
I would like to see him.

I was glad
to get your message.

God has placed
this moment in my lap.

He means
to make me see myself...

and listen to my heart.

He means for us
to be together.

[ sighs ]

Oh.

But--But what has changed?

Did your mother
refuse my father?

No.

She wrote and
gave permission.

Then how--how are we to--

Trust your God.

And trust in me.

[ door opens ]

Your Grace.

We received a letter
from your mother.

I am aware of it,
Your Grace.

And do you give consent?

Would I make you happy?

Would I make you as happy
as your wife did?

[ sighs ]

As you know,
Catherine, I, um--

I loved my wife.

I still do,

but, uh, I would try
to be a husband to you.

I would be respectful
and considerate,

and I would
not bother you too much.

It was her dying wish.

If she knew
you could not love me,

then she did it for the
safety of your country,

for the alliance between
Spain and England.

- Yes.
- But marrying me
does not secure that.

In fact,
it does the opposite.

If we wed, our children
won't succeed us.

Of course not.
Harry's will,
as Lizzie's son.

The throne belongs to Harry,

then his son,
and then his grandson.

So how long would your
treaty hold with Spain?

Only until, God forbid,

you pass away
and Harry takes
the throne.

And then, just when
he needs it the most,

there will be
no protection.

I would be the widow
to his father.

I could not command
my country to his side.

He would be alone
in all of Europe...

and whoever
then rules Spain

would make treaties
with your enemies.

Or else they
would renew their pact
with England.

There are many benefits.

You wish to marry Harry.

My wife had many gifts,

and she said
if you married him,

then there
would be no sons.

She saw this.

You don't think
your wife saw in your eyes
how lonely you would be?

And in pain for you,
perhaps she was confused.

Because the first time
I met her,

she told me she'd do
anything to save her sons.

She'd kill for them.

Don't take the risk.

Give Harry the alliance.

Keep him safe, for her.

[ releases arrow ]

I do not think
this is a good idea.

I know you do not like him.

[ sighs ]
But he cares for me.
You'll see.

Ah, Lady de Vargas.

Lord Stafford,
I must speak with you.

Well, I'm--[ laughs ]

You're not, uh--
not with your mistress?

I am carrying your child.

I know you have a wife,

and I will not
cause you trouble.

I ask for just enough
to live on,

a tiny house
for me and the baby,

that you give us food,
and visit us sometimes.

That sounds
like a good idea.

And I will
make arrangements.

John, do you know
where Oviedo is?

Uh, Richmond.

The king
build new palace.

It must be guarded.

It must be wonderful
to be rich.

I hear they will
be back in, uh,
one month or maybe two.

[ arrow strikes ]

- Wine.
- My Lord.

Lady Catherine
of Aragon and Castile...

I withdraw my proposal
of marriage to you.

You will
instead be betrothed

to my son Henry,
Prince of Wales.

Your heirs will ensure
the continued peace

between our two kingdoms.

Thank you, Father.

- Henry--
- I will send my letter
to the pope...

requesting
his dispensation.

Thank you, Your Grace.

If he grants it,
you may be married...

only when your mother
sends the dowry.

Your future
hangs upon Castile.

URSULA:
You look busy, Father.

This one doesn't look
too good, either.

I'm gonna need
to replace it.

Father, can I help?

[ clears throat ]

Ah, you can get me
the axle grease.

[ chuckles ]

Ah, good. Then I
can get a drink.

MAGGIE:
Come on, Ursula.

Come and help me
with the supper.

Yes, Mother.

Come on,
little help.

How 'bout I take you
in with me?

Where is it--
Ah, there it is.

We've got meat pies
for supper.

URSULA:
Ah, behave.

Can you help
with supper, too?

RICHARD:
Reggie, careful!

- [ cart thumps ]
- [ Reggie yells ]

[ music playing ]

Henry, Henry,
come and help me!

Help me.

Father!

REGGIE: Mother!

Get the jack!
Get the jack, Henry!

It's all right, Richard.

[ grunting ]

We'll get it off.

[ coughing ]

We're almost there,
Richard.

Quickly! That's it.

Reggie, Ursula,
go inside.

Father.

[ gasping ]

Oh, please, Richard,
please, don't leave me.

I can't do this
without you.

I love you.

[ crying ]

[ music playing ]

[ women vocalizing ]