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How is my magnificent son and heir?

Do you believe that
true union is possible

more than once in a lifetime?

I do.

A woman was seen
entering the king's rooms.

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.

And nothing will come between us.

- Get out!
- We are married!

You have betrayed your country, madam.

No! Bring them back to me!

Push!

How is my son?

It's a girl.

Thank you for your efforts.

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- Come, let's go now.
- Go where?

Where are we going?

I want to show you my family shield.

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

Where are you taking me?

Highness?

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.

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.

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.

Have they said they want one?

Everybody loves a masque!

The sun is shining.

It's a beautiful day for a wedding!

Princess Mary wants her mother.

She thrives. She is strong.

But she is not a boy.

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.

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.

Your Graces, we give our thanks to God

that He has joined my son,
Henry Stafford,

with his bewitching bride, Ursula.

- The bride and groom.
- The bride and groom.

And as a very special wedding gift

to our newly wedded couple,

I have commissioned
a masked performance,

a celebration of love.

Henry...

will you come to my rooms tonight?

Yes, of course.

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.

Ah.

I think your suitor has returned

to try his chance again.

Sir William, are you quite well?

Oh.

Oh, no.

No, move back. It is the plague.

Oh, goodness. My Lord?

Stay back, or you'll be infected.

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.

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!

- To Hampton Court!
- Hampton Court!

Your Grace, the horses
are too few for everyone.

Could the ladies ride with
the children in the wagons?

- 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.

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.
- Ride to Hampton Court.

Guard the ladies on the road.

Anne, come, get in beside me.

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.

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.

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

for a little while longer.

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.

Stop the wagon!

The rocking of the cart is
unsettling to the stomach.

The queen is not unwell from it.

And nor are we.

It is not the rocking.

Drive on!

Drive!

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

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This is bigger than Westminster Palace.

So where in God's name

does a young upstart boy
from Ipswich get his wealth?

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.

Yes, I will.

I will go to help Lina.

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

I will help you.

This way.

I will show you to your rooms.

No, you will take me to the king.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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Halt.

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.

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.

Mama!

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.

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.

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?
- To 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.

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

Congratulations, Your Grace.

Congratulations.

Leave us, Bessie.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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?

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.

"To my dearest brother Henry.

I hear there is a plague in London.

I hope that you and the queen are safe.

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

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

I write now with a solemn heart

to inform you of the death
of my husband, Louis.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

You would make a liar
of me and yourself.

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.

Charlie Brandon!

Ride to Fontainebleau

and fetch my sister Mary back here!

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.

"Dearest Mary,

the king has told me of your loss,

and I am sorry for it."

Lina.

Oh.

Children, wait for Lady Stafford.

"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...

... 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."

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!

No, I knew they would kill you

when we stepped out of the kitchens,

so I formed a plan to save you.

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!

... 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.

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

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...

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.

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!

We're not done here.

I'm your husband.

So all of this is mine.

Hello, Charlie Brandon.

Hello, Horse.

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Horse, I'm sorry about old Louis.

I'm not. He was a fat pig.

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 goingthrough
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.

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.

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.

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.

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...

your other attributes are nothing.

Do you remember how
you used to tease me?

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.

Highness?

Highness?

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?

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.

Amen.

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- Le mariage est une célébration...
- I love you, Mary Brandon.

How could you not?

Señor More?

- You are sick?
- No.

I merely burn.

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.

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.

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.

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!

I have a need

for something I cannot get.

Give it to me, Catherine.

Give me a son.

The craftsmanship is very skilled.

I also made one for my boys.

The plague has passed,
so now I will return home

and ready for my wife and children.

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.

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

That was a joy to me.

"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."

Bessie.

I will go to her.

Elizabeth, take Anne
with you and help her.

Deep breaths, Bessie.

I'm dying!

You have to push now.

What? What-what is it?

Just keep pushing.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

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

She cannot squeeze the baby out.

You should not be in here.

Your Highness, he will die.

We will both die.

Shh. We are here to help you, Bessie.

Oh, no.

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

No, no, no, no, no!

Now, push!

Push!

What do you think I meant to do?

Slice the child in two?

Let-let me see.

Let me see my baby.

A boy.

It is boy.

Let me-let me have him.

I will take him to the king.

No, oh, no.

No.

Henry.

This day...

I give to you a son.

A son.

My son.

I will give thanks to God.

Catherine?

Thank you.

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