All language subtitles for Anne Boleyn - S01E01 WEB.eng

It's no good.
Your daughter is not for smiling.

A perfect little
monarch in the making.

You doubt our daughter
has what it takes?

Our boy will be a great ruler.

One for the history books.
He is our blood combined.

The sky itself will not limit him.

You were enjoying my brother's
company this evening,

Lady Worcester.

I always enjoy his company.

He is the only man at court I can
stand for longer than 20 minutes.

Excluding my husband, of course.

Just be sure Jane doesn't get
any ideas into her head.

She's a spiteful little bitch
sometimes.

I don't mean you, my little mouse.
The other Jane.

Everyone knows you
couldn't hurt a fly.

Yes, my dear sister-in-law
holds a loose tongue in her head.

And she is fiercely protective
of my brother.

I hate this game.

Jane, your go.

Have you visited the King recently,
Madge? I have not been called for.

Did you upset him?
He's very proud, you know.

I have done nothing
but what you have asked of me.

Perhaps his attention is elsewhere.

That hurts.

Your Grace. Lady Rochford,
your timing is impeccable.

I was just telling Miss Seymour
here about your...

...enviable conversation skills.

The French Ambassador
has sent you a gift,

in anticipation
of your son's arrival,

and a show of King Francis's
continuing support.

Very fine.

Find a place for it in my chamber.

I'm too tired to talk
la politique francaise tonight.

I'll thank him tomorrow.

Jane. You had
the winning hand all along.

I didn't understand the game.

Well, then, you really mustn't play.

The monasteries
have become corrupted?

"Hotbeds of vice"
were Cromwell's words. Cromwell.

Cromwell is a brilliant accountant,

but he isn't a visionary like you.

This could be our chance
to create a legacy.

Something our people will remember.

Cromwell... won't be happy.

We will have to train him better.

Even the tamest of lapdogs
can bite if left unschooled.

Well, he's not the only one
whose bite is to be feared. Hm.

And yet...
you remain such a gentle master.

One would think you enjoy
being bitten.

Did you have a chance to speak with
the King regarding the monasteries?

I'm putting together a detailed plan
to put before Parliament,

but an expedient approval from the
King would be appreciated by all.

He has been rather...
preoccupied of late.

Your Grace? Yes, yes,
Cromwell, I spoke to him.

Very good. I myself have some
proposals for the extra revenue.

I am sure you do.

She's a beauty.

Those damn birds!

One of them lurks beneath my
bedchamber shrieking every night.

I swear it's taunting me.

I'm sure there isn't a creature
in England that would dare do that.

They should be shot.

Be reasonable, Anne.

I want them removed
or I will hunt them down myself.

As you wish.

If you're accompanying Elizabeth
to Hatfield this morning

perhaps I will join you.

You must try to avoid anything
too energetic for now, Your Grace.

Oh, must I?
A woman of your age.

Two miscarriages in a row...
I am not so great an age!

I'm only trying to help.

Tell me... the bastard...
is she behaving herself?

Mary's the same as ever.

Consistently ungrateful for
all the luxuries afforded to her.

Any visitors? None.

But she did receive a parcel last
week... containing a generous sum.

I couldn't read the note.

It had a Royal Seal.

My husband?

I wouldn't like to say. Mm.

You may pass my deepest sympathies
to Mary on your return to Hatfield.

Tell her that if she wishes to
come to court, we would welcome her.

I would happily be both
her Queen and a second mother.

If Henry were to hear
of this kindness, it would...

...be no bad thing.

Here, sister.

It arrived late last night
off the boat from Antwerp.

I had the pastor
bring it straight to you.

The first
full English language Bible.

Now everyone can read the word
of God in their own tongue.

Thanks to you.

Mistress Seymour.
Come here, would you?

Read something for us.

A Psalm, perhaps.

This one.

"Give ear to my prayer, O God.

"And hide yourself
not from my plea for mercy.

"I am restless
because of the noise of the enemy.

"My heart is in anguish within me.

"The terrors of death
have fallen upon me."

Well, carry on. You read very well.

"For it is not an enemy
who taunts me.

"Then I could bear it.

"But it is you...

"..my equal, my companion...

"..my faithful friend."

I didn't understand the
King. I didn't understand the King.

You should know that
The Dissolution Act

has been provisionally
approved by Parliament.

We now just await the King's
seal before we can commence.

We'll start by disbanding
the smaller monasteries

with incomes of less than
£200 a year...

Did you hear that?

Your Grace?
The peacock.

I didn't hear a thing.

Are you quite well?

I am. Quite.

I have reviewed your proposals
for the redistribution

of monastery funds and I'm afraid
I cannot support you in your plans.

They are based solely on a greedy
design to line the King's coffers.

That money belongs to the church.

The King is the church.

Surely you cannot argue with that.

The money should be used at least
in part for charitable endeavours.

Oh, don't tell me
you've developed a conscience now.

I have received many petitions
over the past month.

From remarkable thinkers
with inspiring visions

of how to put this income to good
use educating a new generation.

True reform. Remarkable thinkers
and inspiring visions

will not save the King
from financial ruin.

Your plan is transparently
self-serving.

I have the backing of Parliament.

But you need the King's, do you not?

And without my support you,
you can forget about his.

Maybe for now.

But make no mistake, your influence
lies in your belly, not your brain.

"True reform."

Jane. Take a walk with me.

Do you ride, Jane?
Yes, Your Grace.

I am an exceptionally
accomplished rider.

I know it well, madam.

Perhaps we shall take a horse out
together one day.

Please keep up, Jane.

I wanted to take a moment
to talk with you woman to woman.

I feel like I am
uniquely placed to...

...understand what you might
feel right now.

I know what it's like,

to have all their eyes on you,
and yet never truly feel seen.

They make you feel like
a piece of meat.

Sometimes you can spot
the deer from here.

Are you in love, Jane?
No.

You're lucky.

It's difficult to love a man.

Especially when he's your husband.

Remember who you are.

Don't betray yourself

and you won't live to regret.

Yes.

I can see the appeal.

Your Grace...

...I do wish to marry one day.

But when I do,
it will not be for love.

As I perceive little good
to come from that.

What will you marry for,
in that case?

Security.

Honour.

Safety.
I see I have nothing to worry about.

For you'll never find
security in the King's bed.

Come on.

Your Grace, come quickly!

He fell from his horse
during the joust.

How bad, is it? He suffered
a severe blow to the head,

he has not yet regained
consciousness.

Clear the room for Queen Anne.

Boleyn will never
be accepted as Regent.

The public despise her. Even so,
we must leave nothing to chance.

We should send for Mary.
She would have full Spanish support.

Your Grace.

The wolves are already circling.

This is no place for the
Spanish Ambassador. Get rid of him.

It's unbearable in here.

Whispering shadows.

Clammy handshakes.

It's exactly what people feared.
With no credible heir, the country

will descend into chaos if the
King were to... Were to what?

Anne, we should consider
our options.

As long as you have a Tudor prince
in your belly we should be fine,

but your position is vulnerable.

And there are those
that may wish to dethrone you.

There'd be civil war.

I think it best if we move the Queen
to a quieter location.

Further from the city.

Our enemies would be gleeful.
I'm thinking of her safety.

Stop it. All of you.

We must put eyes on Chapuys.

I want his mail intercepted.

He's the Ambassador to Spain.
We cannot... And I think it's time

we sent Seymour away on another
diplomatic mission. Abroad.

Leave Seymour to me.

In the meantime, it would be wise
to make a friend of Chapuys,

rather than an enemy.

Stop all mail going to Hatfield.

Under no circumstances
is Mary to visit the King.

I'll not allow her
to play the concerned daughter now.

...no signs of pustulation.

Keep a close eye on his breathing.

Your Grace.

Your Grace.

Get in. Come on, get in there.

It is good to see you up again.
And with an appetite.

You are improving.

My leg will never be the same.
You don't know that.

Did you order your horse
to be killed?

She threw me.

I have no use for an animal
that won't obey me.

She was a fine creature.

Is everything all right?
I'm perfectly fine. Stop fussing.

Shall I come to your chambers later?

Now what'd be the point?

Until our boy is born,
you have but one job.

Concentrate on that if you're so
concerned with being a good wife.

Cromwell's taking advantage
of Henry's mood to exclude me.

Holding secret meetings
with my husband.

They're hardly secret, Anne.
He's the King's closest adviser.

Apart from you, of course.

Are you sure you should be worrying
about Cromwell right now?

You're entering a precarious time.

Especially after what happened...
with the last one.

Has she visited his chamber?
Who?

You know very well who.

Not yet. Although not, I'm told,
for lack of invitation.

She refuses him?

That's what I hear.

You're not supposed to be here.

Can't a woman enjoy her husband?

No, no, no, no.
We can't. We can't. The baby.

There are other ways
we can enjoy each other.

Smeaton, let's have some music, boy.

Lord Rochford. Who do you seek?

Myself, your wife, or another?

Always you, dear sister.

Good answer.

How is the King this morning?

I've not yet seen him. Hm.

I daren't ask.

What's the joke?

I hear the King's
in a bad way this morning.

Where did you hear that?

He's in a fury, apparently.
No-one can shake it from him.

You're mistaken.

Well, we all knows he's been
unpredictable since his fall.

Now I know one shouldn't believe
idle gossip, but I am told..

No, no, no, perhaps I shouldn't say.

Finish what you've started, Jane.
You're clearly giddy with it.

Well, apparently,
he was walking with your uncle

and complaining of being...
Now what were his words?

"Seduced" and "bewitched"
into his current marriage.

All nonsense, I'm sure.

There was even talk of "sorcery".
Can you imagine?

Anne!

You meddling fool.
Why must you open your mouth?

Um, sorry, excuse me.

Your Grace.

MOVE! I think it best that you
return to your chambers, Anne.

Address me properly
when you speak to me, Uncle.

Your Grace.

And perhaps the next time you decide
to have a little tete-a-tete

with my husband, you may find
the time to talk to me,

before gossiping
to my brother's wife.

Now get out of my way.

My Lord...

Your Grace. Oh, Your Grace.

Let me look. Something's wrong.

Madge! Madge, send for the midwife!

Pass the bowl.

Keep pushing.

Pass me the blade.

Cutting.

I'm in.

Keep pushing.

That's it.

Bring him over here.

My baby.

Bring him back to me.

I heard... I heard him.

I heard him crying. I heard...

I heard him crying.

Body was so tiny.

Bones that could break.

A little boy.

That's good. She'll bear another.

I don't know, George.

Another loss may break her.

She must.

Your Grace!

My son.

Bring him to me.

Bring me my son, George.

Please.

I heard him cry.

I heard him... I heard him cry...

I won't leave you. I won't.

I won't leave you.

Your Grace, beautiful creature. Yes.

Your Grace. Help me dress.
You should rest.

Make yourself useful
or get out of my room!

Tighter.

Anne, you should be in bed.

And allow that whore to take
my place whilst I lie on my back?

Henry will not abandon you.

Are you blind? He's with her now,
surrounded by my supposed friends.

Tighter!

There's no time, Anne.

He's preparing to leave
for Westminster as we speak.

If he's headed to Parliament,

even more reason for me to see him
before he leaves.

Cromwell will have infected his mind
with his plans.

Your Grace, please,
listen to your brother.

Where is my husband?!

I asked you a question!

Henry!

Won't you say goodbye to your wife?

Someone fetch a doctor!

It's alright, George.

No physician can save me now.