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[Catherine] Previously on
The Spanish Princess...

How is my magnificent
son and heir?

[More] Do you believe that
true union is possible

more than once
in a lifetime?

I do.

[Lina] A woman was seen
entering the king's rooms.

[Oviedo] It is the way
of the English kings.

They jump into so many beds.

Catherine is distressed,
and I am worried for the baby.

Sir Compton, I was hoping
I might seek your help.

Sir William
kissed another woman.

I must refuse him.

[Angus] And nothing
will come between us.

-Get out!
-We are married!

You have betrayed
your country, madam.

-No! Bring them back to me!
-[baby cries]

[Lina]
Push!

-[baby crying]
-[Henry] How is my son?

[Catherine]
It's a girl.

Thank you for your efforts.

[breathing heavily, moaning]

[dramatic music]

[wind whistles,
indistinct chatter]

-[Henry] Come, let's go now.
-[Bessie] Go where?

Where are we going?

[Henry] I want to show you
my family shield.

[indistinct chatter]

Well, let's find out.
Come on, in here.

[Bessie]
Where are you taking me?

[giggles]

[indistinct chatter]

Highness?

[chatter and giggling continue]

Catherine?

How can you bear this?

I cannot bear it.

I hate her.

And I do not want to hate,

so now I hate her twice
for making me this way.

Have you spoken to him?

What is there to say?

That I do not like it?

I gave him every chance
to tell me, and he did not.

[somber music]

What are you doing?

Not this one.

Don't dress me
like some dowager.

If you can't even do your job,
get out.

Lina will dress me.

[knock at door]

[Henry] See how good
a matchmaker I am?

Henry Stafford and
Ursula Pole are delighted

to have reached
their wedding day.

They've even sent me
a golden purse as thanks.

I fancy we shall have a masked
performance after the service.

In fact,
I've already arranged it.

[Catherine]
Have they said they want one?

[Henry]
Everybody loves a masque!

The sun is shining.

It's a beautiful day
for a wedding!

[baby crying]

Princess Mary
wants her mother.

She thrives.
She is strong.

But she is not a boy.

[bells tolling,
indistinct chatter]

Uh, Charlie, have you set
the day for your marriage?

Uh, I'll tell you what, let's
eat today for two weddings.

We'll get bloated on an orgy
of beer and wine and pastry.

What do you say?
Come on.

Well, you are the king.
If you say, I must.

Wonderful.

[gentle string music]

The wedding is over,
so speak with me.

You said your mind
was on the wedding.

It is now done.

So give me my inheritance
from Arthur

so I can pay for troops
and take my children back.

Well, Meg, I told you
you would have it

if you kept
the peace in Scotland.

You have failed to do that,
so now--

I kept the peace,
until these last few months,

as you know full well.

How long a peace
had you in mind?

Until I died?

Oh, how convenient
for your treasury.

The terms of your regency
in Scotland

were that you did not marry.

You chose
to disobey those terms.

Therefore your regency
is over, and you are--

How can you bear him,
Catherine?

How can you bear
my lying pig of a brother

and his pet dog Wolsey?

It is a wedding, Meg.

I will go to Scotland,
and I will take my sons,

and I will reclaim
everything that is mine,

with or without your consent.

Or yours, Archbishop.

The fairer sex--
often very loud.

I have a houseful of them.

[trumpeted fanfare]

Your Graces,
we give our thanks to God

that He has joined my son,
Henry Stafford,

with his bewitching bride,
Ursula.

[cheers and applause]

-The bride and groom.
-[all] The bride and groom.

[Henry] And as a very special
wedding gift

to our newly wedded couple,

I have commissioned
a masked performance,

a celebration of love.

[percussive music]

[cat snarls]

[crowd gasps]

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

Henry...

will you come
to my rooms tonight?

Yes, of course.

[lively music]

[chuckles]

[crowd gasps]

-[laughs]
-[cheers and applause]

[giggling]

[uneasy music]

[baby crying]

[indistinct whispering]

Apologies.
I have disturbed your peace.

No.

No, the child was crying.

Thank you.

You are troubled
at your daughter's marriage?

No.

No, she would have whoever
the king selects for her.

But I have never
much enjoyed carousing.

As a child, I always found
the darkest corner

or hid beneath the table.

My mother scolded me because
she thought I'd run away.

She died young, didn't she?

They both did.

[More]
Ah.

I think your suitor
has returned

to try his chance again.

Sir William,
are you quite well?

[tense music]

[Maggie]
Oh.

- [coughs]
- [Maggie] Oh, no.

[More] No, move back.
It is the plague.

[man] Oh, goodness.
My Lord?

[More] Stay back,
or you'll be infected.

[Maggie] Tell the king
the court must be evacuated.

No one should come down here
or near us.

We will bury him when
the court is safely gone.

Please do as she says.

[thunder booms]

[horse neighs,
indistinct chatter]

I knew Europe had had outbreaks
but not here in London.

Your ladies have gone to pack
your trunk and a cloak.

We'll go to Windsor and--

Your Grace,
if I may be so bold.

My residence
at Hampton Court is closer.

There would be
less time on the road,

and it would be my pleasure
to accommodate the court.

-No, Henry--
-We ride to Hampton Court!

-[man] To Hampton Court!
-[man 2] Hampton Court!

Your Grace, the horses are
too few for everyone.

Could the ladies ride with
the children in the wagons?

-Henry.
-[Henry] Yes.

Take Princess Mary.

Bessie, Lina,
tend to the queen.

Oviedo.

The king asks me
to stay here in the palace

in case of looting.

Henry Pole will fetch our boys
and bring them to you.

[indistinct shouting,
horse neighs]

[Ursula] My mother says
that she will not come.

She stays behind
for your sake and the court's.

Her lady mother tended
Sir William.

She fears she is infected.

No.

Wiltshire, your daughters
will ride with the queen.

Attend the queen.
It will advance us in court.

Go. Go.

-Ride out to Hampton Court.
-[man] Ride to Hampton Court.

Guard the ladies on the road.

Anne, come,
get in beside me.

[indistinct shouting,
horse neighs]

I have wrapped him
in some muslin.

Perhaps it will contain
the sickness as we bury him.

He was a good man,

and I wasn't always
kind to him.

Let me help you carry him
to the garden.

Please, don't come too close.
We may be infected.

My God may take me
when He chooses.

A lady does not carry.

My men will dig a grave, and
I will lay him there to rest.

Come.
I have left him in the chapel.

I will help you.

You should change your clothes,
and we will burn them.

The same for us
when he is in the ground.

[dramatic music]

[Maggie]
What else should we do?

There is nothing.

Wait. Live.

Hope we don't get sick.

Or go home to your family.

They are still in London, no?

I will not risk
infecting them.

[man shouts indistinctly]

I'm afraid you'll have
to endure my company

for a little while longer.

[Oviedo]
We go to secure the palace.

Come, let us, uh, pray
for William Compton's soul...

...and that your children
and our king and queen

are safe now.

Good morning, Your Grace.

He will tire of you, you know?

You were a plaything while
I was with child, nothing more.

But his light
will soon return to me...

his constant and his queen.

And when it does, you will be
cast out of the palace.

-[Bessie retches]
-[liquid splashes]

Stop the wagon!

[Bessie retches, coughs]

[horses chuff]

The rocking of the cart
is unsettling to the stomach.

The queen
is not unwell from it.

And nor are we.

[horse chuffs]

It is not the rocking.

[Bessie gasp]

Drive on!

Drive!

Let us get to wherever it is
in hell's name we are going.

[sighs]

[lively music]

-[horse neighs]
-[Catherine grunts]

This is bigger
than Westminster Palace.

[Catherine]
Mm.

[Stafford]
So where in God's name

does a young upstart boy
from Ipswich get his wealth?

[Catherine]
Mm, perhaps we should enquire

while we are here.

I'm ever your servant, madam,

especially when it might
relieve our host of some cheer.

Ten groats says his
hospitality is a new bid

for the Chancellorship
of England.

Ah, Your Grace.

I trust the journey
was not too great a hardship

for the princess and yourself?

A small price to arrive
at such grandeur.

You've been too modest
about the scale

of your ambition, Wolsey,
and your means.

A feat of great design,

which looks far grander
than it is, Your Grace.

How fortunate, though,
that your funds can stretch

to housing
the entire court, Wolsey.

We must thank your benefactors.

[dramatic music]

[Ursula]
Yes, I will.

I will go to help Lina.

[indistinct chatter]

We should set up a nursery
for the children of the court.

I will help you.

[chuckles]

-[indistinct chatter]
-[man] This way.

I will show you to your rooms.

No, you will take me to the
king.

[indistinct chatter continues]

[Henry] Ah, you are unharmed
from the journey.

And Princess Mary?

We survived it.

Though it may take
Bessie Blount

a day or so to readjust.

Bessie Blount?

Oh, she is with child.

With child?

Well, is it mine?

[chuckles softly]

I know of no other man reputed
to be in her bed most nights.

Fetch her.

Fetch her to me now.

You mistake me
for a servant, Henry.

Fetch her to me!

Anne?

Please fetch my lady
Bessie Blount here.

Yes, Your Grace.

[breathes deeply]

[sniffles]

Your Graces.

I'm told you are carrying
a child.

Yes, Your Grace.

Well, is it mine?

Yes, Your Grace.

You are my first and only.

You will be sent
back to your family.

[Henry]
No, no, no, you--

you will remain here
in the service of the queen

until such time
as you cannot work.

Then you will be made
comfortable

until the birth of the child.

I have a feeling
you carry a boy.

A bastard boy.

A bastard.

If it is a boy at all or...

or if he lives.

And the child may be a girl.

Halt.

[horse neighs]

[Meg] I trust your memories
are not so short

that you have forgotten
who I am.

Step aside.

I will see
the Duke of Albany.

Now.

I will take you to the Duke,
Your Grace.

Thank you, Negasi.

[indistinct chatter,
light music playing]

[chatter and music stop]

[Negasi]
Your Grace, the Duke of Albany.

At your service.
Welcome home.

Where are my children?

You cannot keep them from me
or my rightful home.

I have not tried to.

It was you who left the country
of your own accord.

Uh, bring in the boys.

I am appointed regent,

and the princes will stay with
me at the castle in my care,

but you may visit them
as often as you care to.

No, my boys must be with me.

Jamie is the future king
of Scotland.

The Stewart Clan insist
there will blood enough

to form a river
if the Earl of Angus

ever gets his hands on him.

Where is Angus?

Uh, he is at your home,
Holyrood.

I think it's only fair
to warn you

that he has had Jane Stewart
in his bed there

since you left.

[child babbling]

-[Alexander squeals]
-[Jamie] Mama!

[Meg laughing]
Oh.

Oh, how I've missed you both.

Can I stay here at the castle
for a little while?

I need to be with my boys.

You'd be welcome.

I'd be grateful

for some civilized
companionship.

[gentle music]

[indistinct chatter]

[Henry laughs]

[Stafford] We're a burden
to your household, Wolsey.

But you serve us all on
such fine French gold plate.

Do you have a wealthy wife
stowed away out of sight?

Everything you see here
is a gift

from the devout
and the faithful.

I've heard you have a hidden
mistress and two bastards.

[Wolsey] There will
always be malicious talk.

The Lord grants me
the grace to weather it.

Oh, and the Pope has sent word

that he has made me Cardinal.

So...

I am blessed indeed.

May I be the first to offer
my congratulations, Cardinal,

and that of my family.

Well, to the ever-rising
Wolsey, eh?

[Wiltshire]
To Wolsey.

[laughter]

[Wolsey] Felicitations
must also be extended

to His Grace, the king...

who sires another child.

I wasn't aware the queen
had such happy news.

The queen has not.

No, it's, um--
it's Bessie Blount here.

[crowd gasps]

But this time
I'm certain it's a boy.

[crowd murmurs]

[scoffs]

[indistinct chatter]

Congratulations, Your Grace.

[all]
Congratulations.

[Henry]
Leave us, Bessie.

[door closes]

I do not want
her tending to me.

It is too much to ask of me.

Catherine, you must not mind
about your lady.

-She is nothing to me.
-And Wolsey?

Why do you let him humiliate me
before the court?

God has given me
a second chance,

a chance to have a son.

But he will not be a prince

and never can be.

But if Bessie can produce
a boy, then I know.

I know.

What do you know?

That it isn't me He punishes.

[uneasy music]

[Catherine sighs]

Why would He punish
either of us?

Who says He does?

Who says it, Henry?

Your Grace.

It is the French.

It is the French
who make him rich.

They pay that bastard Wolsey

to backchannel
for them with the king.

How do you know?

[Stafford] He keeps a locked
room in the gate house.

I managed to persuade
a servant to open it,

and when I did, I found
a stack of gold plate

adorned with fleur-de-lis...

and the French royal coat
of arms.

And yet Henry doesn't see it.

Thank you.

[uneasy music]

[birds cawing, insects buzzing]

[More]
Lady Pole?

Lady--

Lady Pole.

Maggie.

Call me Maggie.

Maggie.

Huh.

Listen.

I hear nothing.

No.

No spies,

no gossip,

no judgment,

nothing.

It is a wonder.
[chuckles]

When I was a girl,
the king was away on progress,

and Lady Margaret Beaufort had
the palace all closed up,

and Lizzie and I and Teddy

walked through this chamber,

and I put my arms out wide,

and I spun.

[chuckles]

And I thought that I could say
anything at all

and receive
no punishment for it.

I'm sorry, Master More.

We should take food
to the sick.

What might you say
here in this silent palace,

i-if-if you could say
anything?

I would say many things.

Tell me.

Dreams I've had...

...thing I wish I could do
but cannot.

Such as?

[both chuckle]

I would speak of books
I've read,

pageants I remember...

...and prayers when
I've felt close to God...

...my mother's touch,

good things.

Only good things before
the bad things happened...

...before I lost my innocence.

I would speak
of my deepest feelings...

...thoughts I hardly
admit to myself.

I would speak of love.

Now you.

Freedom to speak
and license to speak

are two different things.

I cannot say what I would.

Though my heart has longed to

most deeply for a long while.

[exhaling sharply]

What does God want from us?

He tests our faith...

...to see if we are worthy
of an everlasting life

in His heavenly kingdom.

Perhaps He tests us through,

um, temptation.

[chuckles]

Perhaps it is our courage
that He tests...

...to see
if we are brave enough

to seize what is before us now

and take joy even in the face
of suffering?

Would it be transgression

if it took place
in a silent palace?

[footsteps approaching]

Sir Thomas,
I take food out to the sick.

Of course.
I will come and help.

Maggie.

Please stay here.
Do not risk yourself.

I will return.

[light orchestral music]

[Louis moaning]

[Mary]
"To my dearest brother Henry.

I hear there
is a plague in London.

I hope that you and the queen
are safe.

[moaning continues]

I write to say that
I have been a dutiful sister,

though I would be hard-pressed
to pretend it has been easy.

[moaning, gasping]

I write now with
a solemn heart to inform you

of the death
of my husband, Louis.

[groans]

His heart has run its course.

I will be confined here
for a period of mourning

until they are satisfied
that I am not with child,

and then I will be
a free woman once again,

free to marry
whomever I choose."

[dramatic music]

[cooing]

[sobbing]

[Catherine]
You are crying.

Uh, it's nothing, Your Grace.
Forgive me.

It's nothing.

Why?

Cardinal Wolsey says
that if this is a girl,

then I'll be sent away.

And I can't go to my family.

They've already said
they will not have me back

because I've...

spoiled myself
for any decent man

and that I must make
my living on the streets.

-[cries softly]
-[sighs]

What did you think
would happen, Bessie?

The king told me
I'd be safe no matter what.

But w-where will I go?
What will I do?

Please.

I know you're angry with me,

but he said
he would care for me.

You should have thought of that
before you bedded him.

-[baby cries]
-[scoffs]

You think only
of your own fate,

while London is struck down
with plague.

Do not ever leave my daughter
unattended again.

She would love to feel
her mother's arms, Your Grace.

[Wolsey] I am deeply honored
that Hampton Court

will have played its part
in history, Your Grace.

I am Queen of England,
Wolsey.

I move freely as I please.

-Is that news from London?
-[door closes]

I hoped for news from Lady Pole
these last few weeks.

So which suitor
best serves our alliance?

Is it the Duke of Lorraine
or the Duke of Savoy?

Suitor?

For whom?

My sister Mary is now
dowager Queen of France.

Louis didn't last a year.

So now I must arrange
another marriage

that cements
our Anglo-French alliance.

[Catherine]
But...

you promised Mary
she would have her own choice

when her husband passed.

Those were the terms
on which she married him.

You made a promise to her,
and I brokered it.

Well, this is none
of your concern.

It is entirely my concern.

Go.

Go so I may have
an audience with my wife.

[door opens, closes]

You would make a liar
of me and yourself.

[scoffs]

Wolsey listing French suitors
isn't for the good of England.

It's to feather his own nest.

The man is in the pay
of France.

Where do you think
his riches come from?

He has a locked room
filled with bribes

of the very best
French plate.

He is not loyal to you
but them.

I know about it.

Wolsey takes bribes
with my blessing,

because there's nothing
that Wolsey owns

I can't take from him one day,
should I choose.

So, while you and Stafford
and Charlie Brandon

seek to mock him,

Wolsey is the one
who does my bidding.

And what's more,
he understands me.

[distant chatter]

[dramatic music]

Charlie Brandon!

Ride to Fontainebleau

and fetch my sister Mary
back here!

[Charlie]
Do you jest, Henry?

My title is "Your Highness"
or "Your Grace."

The fat French king is dead,
so fetch her back.

There's plague.

Yes, try not
to let her die of it.

A dead girl will not fetch
so high a marriage price.

And then I'll decide
who I'll wed her to.

[Catherine]
"Dearest Mary,

the king has told me
of your loss,

-and I am sorry for it."
-[door opens]

-Lina.
-[children chattering]

[Lina] Oh.

Children,
wait for Lady Stafford.

[Catherine]
"Although I fear the news

I must impart may bring
a deeper grief.

He says he will not honor
his agreement with you

and that, with Louis' passing,

he will choose
your next husband himself...

[man shouts, horse neighs]

[Mary] ...that it may benefit
the Anglo-French alliance.

Wolsey's hand is in it,
as you can guess.

Charlie Brandon has been sent
to bring you home.

You must act
as you see fit now

with what little time you have
before you are returned here.

Your ever-loving sister
Catherine."

[uneasy music]

[dramatic music]

[breathing heavily]

Not too much, not too much.
That's fine.

Meg.

Blessed saints, you're safe.

You have returned to me.

"Returned to you"?

You betrayed me to a pack
of kilted dogs,

ripped my boys from my arms,
and stabbed me in the back!

[Angus]
No, I knew they would kill you

when we stepped
out of the kitchens,

so I formed a plan
to save you.

[Meg]
Oh, Jane Stewart.

What a shock
to see you here.

Jane's been helping
with James' other children

and to keep them safe
from plague.

We heard that England quivers

in its sick bed
with this scourge.

I, um...

I wrote an ode for you.

"Long were the nights,
hollow was my heart.

"If she returns to me...

never more shall we part."

There is a worse scourge
here in Scotland,

and it's called infidelity!

You think that I don't know
that you're bedding her?

-You lying, cheating...
-Your Grace!

...son of a whore!

You left me!
You went to England!

I thought
you were never coming back!

And your heart broke so much

that you had to dip
your wick in her!

Hen, please.

-I love you.
-[scoffs]

I'm weak for women.
I-I admit that.

[cries]

Jane was here,
and the bed was cold.

She's nothing
more than that to me.

You lying sod!

He's been bedding me since
before the two of you were wed!

No, I--

-[yells]
-No. She's lying! She's lying!

No, no,
I-I'll be worthy of you, Meg!

I'll send her away.

Go.
This is my wife.

Get out of here.
Get out.

That's right,
just-just-just go!

The pair of you!

Get out and do not come back.

But...

I'm your husband.

[scoffs]
No, you're not.

I will find a way
to end this marriage,

or I will die in the attempt.

You can have my word on that.

Now get out!

[Angus]
We're not done here.

I'm your husband.

So all of this is mine.

Hello, Charlie Brandon.

Hello, Horse.

[gentle music]

[women crying softly]

[somber music]

[speaking French]

[Mary crying]

[man scoffs]

[door closes]

Horse, I'm sorry
about old Louis.

I'm not.
He was a fat pig.

-[chuckles]
-Yes, I'll probably go to hell.

Mm.

Well, if you do, it can't be
worse than this tastes.

Chartreuse.

It's what's kept me going

through the worst hell
of my marriage.

You don't look
as though you're struggling.

You look radiant.

Well, a little death does
wonders for the complexion.

[chuckles]

Mary, I've missed
your humor.

We've been holed up
with the ghastly Cardinal

while the plague
moves through the city.

But now you're sent
to bring me home.

What does my brother say
my fate should be?

I haven't asked.

I didn't care to know.

Why not?

It doesn't matter.

[sighs] I feel I don't know
Henry as I used to.

-Wolsey?
-Yes.

Henry, he's-he's lost his joy.

He has an anger now about him.

Whoever you are married to,
he'll be a lucky man.

What of you, Charlie?

Are you married yet?

N-no.

No.

[Henry groaning softly]

[breathing heavily]

[Catherine] You spy
on the king's bedchamber now?

Would you take
my place there, too?

Mm, there are others for that.

I sleep but little.

Like the night owl,
I prowl my territory.

A territory paid for
by French bribes.

[Wolsey]
No, no, no, not bribes.

How business is transacted,
plain and simple.

I understand business, Wolsey.

I ran my own household
for long enough

when I was forced
into poverty.

Indeed, the queen
was a woman of business...

politics and warfare, too.

How excellent to be
so well-rounded.

Of mind at least,
if not of body.

If you cannot deliver
an heir to your king...

[dark music]

...your other attributes
are nothing.

[birds chirping,
indistinct chatter]

[Mary] Do you remember
how you used to tease me?

[Charlie] You deserved it.
You were a ghastly thing.

What am I now?

Even ghastlier.

You see, that's the thing
about us, Charlie.

We always made
each other laugh.

We always understood
each other,

and yet here we are,

both of us instructed
by my brother

into marriages
we do not wish to make.

You don't know
who yours is yet.

He might be handsome.

He'll be an ancient goat

who I am forced
to spread my legs to.

Why should I be faithful
to a king

who cannot keep
his word to me?

He uses you.
He bullies me.

Let's make our own choice.

What do you mean?

Let's choose each other.

Mary, I-I've wanted to
for a long time.

I-I've thought about it.

But it's treason.

If Henry didn't take our heads,
he'd banish us.

He's my brother.

He's your best friend.
He'd forgive us.

Our fall would be--

Quite biblical.
Exciting.

He'd only see betrayal,
and I'm betrothed to--

To a child.

He could have sent anyone
out here to fetch me.

But God made him choose you.

If you won't have me,
then I'll enter a nunnery,

because I will not be
my brother's pawn again.

You cannot join a nunnery.

Let's fall in love, then.

Fall with me, Charlie Brandon.

[gentle music]

[praying in Latin]

[footsteps approaching]

[Lina] Highness?

-[speaking Latin]
-[Lina] Highness?

[continues speaking Latin]

[Lina]
You must eat.

You have to keep
your strength up if you hope--

I have terrible thoughts,

thoughts that shame me
and should see me go to hell.

No.

Evil creeps
into my prayers unbidden.

That her baby dies.

That they both do.

You must forgive yourself.

Thoughts are not actions,

or we would all of us
burn in hell.

God will forgive us those.

I know she will be
a good mother.

I see it in her.

But must it always fall to me
to be magnanimous?

Perhaps that is what God
would have me do?

Show Bessie Blount compassion
to make amends to Him

for the sins I have committed.

You have no sin.

Your only sin

was fulfilling
the destiny God set for you.

He called you to be
Queen of England,

and you are.

But did I do it
for His sake or...

...or my own?

[dramatic music]

Was it all my own ambition,

and I just told myself
it was for Him?

Highness--

No, I am a sinner.

But if I show
my Christian charity,

perhaps God will ensure that
Henry doesn't cast me out...

...with my own useless girl.

He cannot cast you out.

You are his wife

and queen.

Nothing can change that.

[sniffles]

[priest speaking Latin]

[both]
Amen.

[speaking French]

I love you, Mary Brandon.

How could you not?

[gentle music]

Señor More?

[Charlie breathing heavily]

[Henry groaning softly]

[Maggie gasps]

-[Oviedo] You are sick?
-No.

I merely burn.

[Charlie breathing heavily]

Highness,
Oviedo writes to me.

The plague is passed.

They are all well.
Lady Pole and Master More, too.

We can return to London.

We will give thanks to God.

But first I must speak
with Henry.

Henry, your sister writes
to me with news from France.

She begs me for her own choice,
I imagine.

She has married
Charlie Brandon.

[chuckles]
Is that a joke?

What, is this a bloody joke?

Damn them both to hell!

They'll both hang for this!

There'll be no mercy for them!
They'll both be executed!

Mary is a loving sister
and loyal subject.

She only did what you
had promised was her right.

And Charlie?

What promise I made him
compelled him

to betray
his best friend and king?

This is treason.

He is betrothed here
in this court.

To a child to whom
he was promised for politics.

Henry, read this letter.

They write to beg
for your forgiveness.

[scoffs]
I will not grant it to them.

I will not have another woman
slip from my command.

Is this your work?

I told her
you would break your promise,

that Wolsey sought to marry her
to the highest bidder

France could find
for his own gain.

I told her she should make
her own decision.

But did I bid her marry
Charlie Brandon?

No, I did not.

They did that out of love.

We were those lovers once.

Perhaps you have forgotten.

Get out, Wolsey.

You betrayed her, Henry.

[door opens, closes]

You have betrayed us all.

You told your sister Meg

she would have
her inheritance from Arthur,

and yet
you will not hand it over.

You told your sister Mary

she may choose
her second husband for herself,

and yet you plot behind
her back to do the opposite.

You promised me fidelity,

yet there is Bessie Blount.

And to your mistress, Bessie,
you promised food

and water
and a roof above her head,

yet that, too, is a lie,

and now she cries herself
to sleep at night.

You talk to me of promises
and betrayals?

Take your own.

You promised me a son and heir,
and yet no boy arrives.

The world must know
that God makes me powerful,

that He blesses me.

I will not be denied
what lesser men find easy.

If you do not do as I command,

then I will treat you
as I please

and any other woman
on this earth as well.

Catherine.

Catherine!

for something I cannot get.

Give it to me, Catherine.

Give me a son.

[distant animal howling]

The craftsmanship
is very skilled.

I also made one for my boys.

[More]
Hmm.

The plague has passed,
so now I will return home

and ready for my wife
and children.

[door closes]

How soon
till the court return?

In a few days,
I think.

There-there was a letter
from the king.

Thomas--

Let me tell you something
from my childhood.

I had a toy.
It was a simple thing.

It was a puppet soldier.

And...

...I gave it to my own daughter

when she was afraid
of the dark.

And I told her
it would guard her

and that no anguish
would befall her.

That is a father's promise,
isn't it?

That as best he can,

he will not do anything

that would bring pain
or anguish upon his children.

Oh, to be children.

Such simple joys.

[gentle music]

I will cherish our time alone
in our palace, Maggie.

[chuckles]

That was a joy to me.

[Catherine]
"Dearest Mary,

I write with joy,
if some surprise,

at your news.

But as you feared,
the king is angry.

You should not return
to England,

either one of you,
until his blood has cooled.

I myself have trials
of my own."

[horse snorts]

[Bessie screaming]

Bessie.

I will go to her.

Elizabeth, take Anne
with you and help her.

[Bessie groaning]

-Deep breaths, Bessie.
-[groaning]

[breathing heavily, groaning]

I'm dying!

[Lina]
You have to push now.

[Bessie screaming]

What?
What-what is it?

-Just keep pushing.
-[groaning]

Oh, no.
Oh, no.

[screaming]

[dramatic music]

[groans]

The baby's head crowns
then goes back inside again.

She cannot squeeze
the baby out.

You should not be in here.

[groaning]

Your Highness, he will die.

We will both die.

[Lina] Shh. We are here
to help you, Bessie.

[Bessie]
Oh, no.

-No, no, Highness!
-Get-get off me!

No, no, no, no, no!

-Now, push!
-[screaming]

-Push!
-[screaming]

[baby crying]

What do you think
I meant to do?

Slice the child in two?

Let-let me see.

Let me see my baby.

A boy.

[baby continues crying]

It is boy.

Let me-let me have him.

[soft music]

I will take him to the king.

No, oh, no.

-[sobbing] No.
-[door closes]

[Catherine]
Henry.

This day...

I give to you a son.

A son.

My son.

I will give thanks to God.

Catherine?

Thank you.

[dramatic singing in Spanish]