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Stop holding Mass.

The Holy Father being mocked

by my one true king,

it cleaves me in two.

All seek to use each other.

Choose who you wish to think
is using you.

This risks everything--
my life...

my neck.

And mine, sir.

Was that meant to be
some kind of warning to me?

That poor stag.

Do you think of me, Elizabeth?

All the time.

Mary, she's left court,
returned home to Framlingham.

She wants me to be her advocate.

I should stay out of their game.

I wouldn't choose sides.

Who do you have
in your prayers, Elizabeth?

I have our sister, Mary.

And for what do you pray?

For her to convert
so that her soul can be saved.

You are with child.

For certain?

You doubt me, madam?

I...

...I have so many things to do.

A baby is God's will.

It is a death sentence.

For me... for the child.

Why must women
always speak in such absolutes?

Such fancy.

Never would a man predict his
death at the first news of war.

Then men are the fanciful ones.

Yes?

My mother lives.

Your mother lived.

The Lord Protector's wife

has been delivered safe
of ten children.

The Lord Protector's wife?

I doubt anything could kill her.

Whatever protection she has,
I doubt I share.

Your baby is blessed.

If you and Sir Thomas were my parents--

I-I honour my parents, but...

I wouldn't be unhappy

if-if you were instead.

I know I'm merely a humble admiral.

It's not my place to ask,

but there's a man

sitting on one of our
most uncomfortable chairs.

He says he was sent for you
by Robert Dudley.

I haven't seen this messenger.

Can't help you.

But you can.

And you must.

Because you're my Elizabeth.

No one else is to play with you.

Do you understand?

It seems as though
there's a plan for everyone

except the princess.

Kat, are you even aware
you are still talking?

It's my wife. She approaches.

Wife!

Husband. Daughter. Household.

Elizabeth and I were just...

watching the sky from our window here,

we were wondering if the, uh...

the clouds foretold our futures.

For if they do,

I fear we are running into
a rather large number of sheep.

She's meant to be here reading her lessons,

not gazing out of windows.

Is that why
you are so unsmiling

at our interruption, Elizabeth?

You've been caught idle.

Kat, surely anyone with sense

would look between these two

and know it would be him at fault,

not that demure, earnest little angel.

Yes, indeed,
why have you dressed today

as if you've recently been widowed?

Has it been so long since
we lost the king

and she, her father?

Yes, but spring has
come and gone, my love.

All should be renewed.

Perhaps that's what the, uh,

sheep are telling us.

They're lambs.

-And it's spring.

We are to be reborn.

Sir!

Your stepmother and I,
we forbid this.

- Go on.

Oh, you cannot leave her
only half reborn.

She must be freed properly,

-even if it must be by force!

If you do still mourn him,

know that the dead
want us free,

for they are.

Look at you.

I... I have news.

News? What news?

What news can rival
Elizabeth right now,

standing unburdened as she is,

all at once?

-Yah!

No, no, no, no!

Uh-uh! No, no, no.

No, no.

No! No, no, no, no! Ow, my--

-Ow!

You've got me. You've got me.
You've got me.

I would not keep
reading a letter

that has caused as much pain
as that one has.

It's not the words
that pain me...

but its meaning.

All the same.

So...

it seems Elizabeth,

as my father did,

will dance on a string
for Catherine.

Why else,

when I ask my sister
to help bring peace,

would she choose war?

Into the Lord Protector
Somerset's hand,

but no one else's.

Release Gardiner, really?

So, we are to have a Catholic
sit on our council

-and that will--
- Yes.

And that will perhaps
assure Princess Mary

that a Catholic slaughter
is not on our agenda today.

Stay there.

And finally, he comes.

Trust me, I would not be here
unless I had to be...

Bishop.

The king, he has...

...strong opinions.

Hmm, so did the old king.

Is that not the point
of the council,

to temper strong opinions?

There will be
a great many more

about your release.

Hysterical Protestant squawk.

Keep them in cages.

Hysterical?

Sir, it is the faith
of England now.

The king's faith,
my faith, sir.

Catherine Parr
will object, of course.

Catherine Parr.

Well, I believe
she has reason enough.

You tried to have her
executed for heresy.

I know what you did,

you did at the entreatment
of your soul.

But I do ask that if your soul
starts entreating you again,

you might want to leave it here
in the Tower.

A man rend his soul from
his body, hmm?

You may as well his head.

You may as well...

Stephen.

Are you allowed to come in with me?

She's here now. Come on.

Mary's angry at us.

Mary?

My wife's jewels
did not sate her, then?

So we're trying another gift?

The release
of the Catholic bishop here?

This is no gift.

This is trying to repair
the damage of her letter.

My letter?

You wrote a letter
to your sister, Mary,

I've just been told.

Apparently, she was
much alarmed by it,

about how you told her
that you and your brother,

the king, are united...

against her.

No, not-not against.

Mary was feeling compelled
to protect herself.

What the Princess Mary
deems protecting herself,

I would not like to know.

As a Catholic,
she has great support

and could pose a threat
to the crown.

Well, I didn't do anything.

Tell Mary that!
I didn't ask her to do this!

Anyone else
you've declared yourself

and this great household
of four an enemy of?

My sister asked me a question,
and I answered.

Oh, dear, we have angered
the princess, Thomas.

She feels we have been unfair.

It is unfair
that life is unfair,

no matter if I am executed
or tortured,

no, no,
because I have been unfair.

I know when my father
was dying,

the bishop tried to oust you
from court, but it's--

Oh, I can believe
it was reported

as an ousting to you.

It was a question of faith.

I know you and some other women
were questioned, but the--

She doesn't understand.

Catherine...

...she doesn't understand.

Your father had a strong will.

He was a loaded cannon,
and the game of court

was to see which gunner
could fire his rage

in the right direction.

And then we all realized
he was dying.

And the Bishop Gardiner's mind
went straight to,

with your father gone,

who would whisper
in your brother's ear?

No doubt he wished
it would be him...

and that Catholicism
would regrip our nation.

And because I, like a mother,

love Edward
as if he were my son

and, like a Protestant,
love my God as if--

well, as if he were my God...

the bishop sought to condemn me

and find
some wrongdoing of mine

so that he could remove me
from Edward.

So he questioned my friends.

Anne Askew had to be carried
to the stake.

Her legs were no longer really legs.

And then they burned her.

God rest her soul.

And then your father sent
for my arrest

for the third time in his life,

affirming that death

should be expedited on
a woman he had married.

So it would have been your mother--

the great whore--

that silly girl, and then me.

It was the bishop who
ended up in the Tower,

Catherine, not you.

Forgive me, Thomas,

but I cannot fuck the threat away
this time.

My father would never have
let you be executed.

Yes.

Just his mind was dependent

on whomever he had last spoken to.

The bishop's Catholic tricks...

are all played out.

His release, a gift

in honour of your sister's
obsessive belief

in her own persecution.

Let's hope that Mary has fun
with her new toy, huh?

If only, Elizabeth,

you hadn't got him out of the box.

Freedom comes by the leave of others,

I've learned.

I have mine by leave of the Lord Protector.

So have you.

Do you not believe his word?

I have seen the Lord Somerset
uses a lot of them.

- I do not believe

he has the ability to keep his word.

Schoolmasters have more authority.

Is he Protector or a nurse

keeping a smile on children's faces?

He is a politician.

Since when is England ruled
by them, hmm?

We are led by men and
strength and faith.

I notice wisdom is not on that list.

Is it not wise to follow God?

I do.

Well, that is good to know.

For I feared you'd chosen
king over God.

I've chosen my brother.

Over your faith?

You may think a little boy
rules this country.

It's a fanatic and his handler.

You say you've felt alone,
but you've not been.

You have the backing

of every single Catholic
in this country.

It's you that's blind to them,
not the other way round.

You wish me to tear apart
my own family

and my own country?

My mother would tell me

I have a-a weakness
for dangerous friendships.

She did not like the boys
I would play with as a child.

Princess, it seems we share this trait.

You have a most dangerous
friend indeed.

Ah...

it is the maker of fine messes.

I thought you angry.

I am. As I said, a fine mess.

You come here so I can
scold you again?

Mm.

Do you like punishment?

Even men, limited though we are,

can possess more than one
emotion at a time.

Catherine is angry.

Yes. Yes. Yeah, she is.

And as far as I'm aware,

she possesses very little
desire to fuck you,

so winning her around

may take some time.

Do you think me a fool?

For the letter?

Do you?

May have been foolish,

but I'm not a fool.

Do you think I think you're stupid?

I think you may think me a child.

It's quite extraordinary
how people can...

see so much but they cannot
see themselves.

Your brother believes himself
in charge.

My brother believes himself
peacemaker.

And you believe yourself a child?

No. I feared you saw me as one.

Don't worry.

I can see you.

I can see you very, very clearly, Elizabeth.

I'm just excited.

I think you and I
have your brother wrong.

Must we discuss my brother

at this very moment, my love?

I think he doesn't scheme
and plot against you and I.

I think he doesn't
think of us at all.

The bishop is not a threat.

He is a sign
of our irrelevance.

Your brother doesn't plan
to turn Edward against us,

just forget us.

By next Christmas,
we'll be lucky

to be invited to court at all.

Jane Grey.

We've said this.
She marries Edward.

He never sees her.

You and Henry Grey
sit in council meetings

mute and nodding,

lest risk being thrown
from them.

And I am barely allowed
to court at all.

Who is to promote this pairing

if we cannot see
or speak to half of it?

Elizabeth is at least
in favour with Edward.

-Her birthday.
-Mm.

Elizabeth will be 15.

Uh-huh.

We arrange a celebration.

The king loves his sister.

Let's get him here with us,

with Jane, our jurisdiction.

Where you, not your brother,
is in charge.

Kat.

My birthday girl.

Oh.

You look beautiful. Show me.

Oh, ready for this party

and ready before me.

Beauty really is
wasted on the young.

You don't use it or believe it,

and then just when you
start to, it disappears.

But it leaves
the vanity behind,

for the sake of irony,
probably.

Hmm.

Hmm.

My lady, no.

That is not advisable.

People talk of her enough.

People well know and remember
Anne Boleyn was my mother.

Why can I not?

Is this remembrance,
or is this celebration?

Love?

Is that wrong,
to love my mother?

No.

But it is unwise.

Come.

There.

Beautiful.

They were starting to doubt me.

Are you ready
for your surprise?

Your Majesty!

Jesus.

Had no part,

nor the Lord,

either one of them.

All this for me?

He's fine now. No harm done.

You won't remember the noise
at all, will you?

-Five, six.

Your go.

No!

I didn't know
what the surprise would be,

but I'd have wagered
half a crown it'd be loud,

seeing as Sir Thomas
arranged it.

I thought my father was loud,

but Sir Thomas
is the loudest man

I've ever known,
maybe ever was.

I'd wager another half a crown
my father was louder.

Your father doesn't count.

I said man.

Your father was a king.

You're just afraid
of losing half a crown to me.

If your father was a man,
that means you are a man.

You know yourself
that's not true.

If you are anointed
and chosen by God,

it's not exactly fair
to go around

comparing yourself
to normal men, is it?

Because I would win?

And as if you have need
of half a crown.

The Protector would say so.

Even when I propose
church reforms--

Propose?
Your Grace, you are the king.

Did no one tell you?

I already gave you
your present.

You've not mentioned it.

I didn't tell anyone.

Everyone gets angry
if you talk about the hunt.

Which is unfair,
as I felled a grown stag,

and no one even talks about it.

Is it your best present?

What gift
did the ruthless turtledove

and that--

That what?

That unstable popinjay
give you?

What did they give me?

- Cheers!

Somewhat forgotten now,
though, aren't you?

It is your birthday, after all.

I could stab you, Robert.

You did arm me, after all.

What is this game?

Jane Grey and the king?

There you go. All in one.

They often ask
for him to see her,

but the Protector
never allows it.

Go on.

I suppose
he can't stop it here.

Sir.

Christ, Elizabeth.

He set the river
on fucking fire.

Your brother at least
understands entertainment

and rewards, even.

If I really did believe,
as you seem to,

that I must forever placate
and prevaricate

as if the Privy Council
were a gaggle of maids,

I would lose all hope
for England and its countrymen.

And for the future.

And for all mankind.

-A toast...

...for the princess
on her birthday.

And a toast...

...for our king.

The king!

-The king.
-To the king.

Could I say something?

Brother...

...our Lady Jane
wishes to sing you a song.

She will say she doesn't,
but don't believe her.

She's long been practicing.

She has even been so bold

as to choose a love song.

Jane, Jane, come.

What is this?

Even I can divine
the true purpose

of these celebrations.

And they're not for me.

You want Edward
to take note of Jane.

He can take note now.

That a day can serve
more than one purpose

I didn't realize
was so great an offense.

The offense is that
I was not trusted to know it.

See, I thought
I was protecting you

from your previous foray
into politics.

This is happening...

because of Gardiner...

because of your sister.

And you attempt to berate me
for not trusting you?

Child.

That was awful.

Jane!

That was shit.

You were right.

I'm bait for my brother

so Jane could promote herself

as a bride and as a queen.

Such cunning.

There was I, fooled by her tears.

What have I done wrong, Robert?

Well, do I have
your leave to speak freely?

I'd hate to presume the right
to an opinion again.

You have my leave.

-If this is about the recital--
-I wouldn't call it that.

It's ritual humiliation, perhaps.

She could have said no.

She could have said I was joking.

She could have fainted
if she was so terrified,

so humiliated.

You wield your power
as a royal readily enough,

so you clearly have not forgotten it,

but perhaps just mind that
others have not this power.

It wasn't even about her.

It was because Thomas and Catherine

think I'm too naïve to see their plan.

Well, I can.

Stop giving looks.

I've given you leave to speak.

If there is something you wish to say--

I can only marvel at how at one time,

armed with only a dagger,

a full-grown deer was your prey

and at another, an unhappy,

timid child is sport enough for you.

You don't know her.

You know me.
Why can't you take my side?

I will always be on your side,

against those that wrong you.

But when you use your energy
in shitting on those weaker,

I choose neutrality.

All I can think is that
it makes an ugly world indeed.

I am ugly?

Yes.

That's exactly what I said,
a clever deduction indeed.

But of course, Princess,
you are so very, very clever.

Your Grace.

Are-are-are we missed?

God, this girl makes herself
a nuisance twice over.

What is this, my lord?

No matter for the guest
of honour to worry about.

I asked you a question,
my lord.

I-I-I confess,

my wife is the one skilled
in the parental arts.

I succumb to the bruted discipline.

I am quite the peasant
sometimes.

You think beating my kin
discipline?

The recital was quite unplanned
on Jane's part.

Must I rip my dress open
for you as well, sir?

If Jane's behaviour
need remonstration,

perhaps mine also?

Don't be absurd--

Is that what I am now?

I am her father, Your Grace.

But your duties as parent
are presently fulfilled

by the Lord Thomas
and Lady Catherine.

Oh, I could fetch Thomas
to beat her.

Next time, sir...

do.

Were you never beaten
by your ladies

when you were my age?

I'm sure it was unpleasant
to be you just then.

But it's most unsettling
to be me and to have caused it.

-I think my singing caused it.

Well, we share the blame, then.

He ripped this.

You will wear a dress of mine.

I know it seems
that I only care for myself.

But it is not because
I do not care for others.

I never had the power to affect

anyone else's life, I suppose.

I was unaware of that fact
about myself

until quite recently.

Until just now, in fact.

My dress is only for tonight.

Do not spoil it.

Else my revelation
of tolerance for you

will be short-lived indeed.

Jane, she asked me--

Everyone's just downstairs.

I don't know if we should--

Are you drunk?

Jane...

she asked me
what my grievance is

with my brother.

I imagine the answer
took several days.

And-and, um...

I've been thinking.

And I think it's that
he does not trust me.

He doesn't tell me his mind.

You don't know

how it pains me
to be like my brother,

however briefly.

Do you know how awful it is

to be forced to live
with that bastard?

I'm his hostage.

What?

What, you don't want me
tonight?

I want to understand
things better.

You have a wife. I'm not her.

You and her had secrets
from me.

You're not, um--
cannot be jealous.

You and me have
bigger secrets from her.

Do you love me?

How can you ask me that?

Let me ask you.

Do you love me?

-Yes.

More than a person
should be able to.

More than someone should.

More than is safe.

I don't want your answer.

I'm afraid to know it.

You shouldn't be.

You shouldn't be.

Oh, God! Jesus, what?

No.

Catherine.

In the morning.

Catherine.

In the morning, I said.

Should I go talk to her?

Explain to her
she didn't see anything.

She said the morning.

Mm.

-Mm.

They'll be gone soon.

Let's not let it all
be a waste.

My sister turned 15 yesterday.

Half of London
was asked to celebrate

at Chelsea with her.

I was not.

I thought I would.

But if I interrupt--

Can prayer be an interruption?

What did you think
of our bishop?

I know
who you are now, Princess.

I will not speak
out of turn to you again.

What a shame.

It was probably
my favourite thing

to have ever happened to me.

I thought perhaps...

he maybe spoke
out of turn to you, though.

Whether he did or didn't,

I won't be acting upon it.

My sister has refused to tell
my brother I am not a threat.

So I will show them I am not.

If the bishop thinks that
cowardice,

then however much it hurts me,

he must then believe me
a coward.

You will have to also.

I think no such thing.

If I am seen as a danger,

so, too, is every Catholic
in this land.

The bishop thinks only of souls,

not of lives.

And as a Catholic, right now
in this land,

I can tell you I would my life
to not be put in danger

by another's fear for my soul.

Thank you.

I take no pleasure, though,

in making myself small
to ease the fears of men.

Even when we do meet
in your house,

you are late.

Sister-in-law.

Firstly, to be dismissed
in one's own home by a guest--

I apologize!

Lord, how will things
ever be done with these...

constant dances we must perform?

My lady, the king's council,
you have kindly permitted

to meet in your house this morn.

Pray we shall try not
to trouble your hospitality

longer than necessary.

So he can do it.

I am here
at the king's request.

What we spoke of last night.

Did no one go to fucking bed?

Now?

Why not?

I wanted to hear the king
address one issue.

What issue?

You, sir.

Lord Protector,
you have grown too bold.

My father assigned a council
to assist me

while I was not yet of age.

To assist, not rule, not--

Who penned this pretty speech
that is recited here?

You, Catherine?

I'm always chastised
for my interruption,

but there sits
the biggest culprit of all.

Hold your tongue, sir.

That villainous bishop
and his seat on the council

must not be seen
as a concession to heresy

but as a sign of its end.

The religious reformation
of this country

must begin in earnest.

Lord Grey says peasants
creep to the--

What? What is this?

Listen!

I am the king, not you!

I am to be consulted!
I am to be obeyed!

I was unaware I did not do so.

Well, now you are.

I am not even given say
over myself, it seems.

My Uncle Thomas told me you
deny him an audience with me.

The Lady Jane--

The girl needs to discuss

matters of state urgently,
does she?

I tend to let Thomas' schemes
peter out on their own,

but fine, let me
extinguish this one now.

The king of England

is not marrying
that man's fucking daughter.

Me, marry Jane?

Your selfless champions
think marrying you

to their little will-less disciple

will secure influence.

We are here to discuss you,

Lord Protector, not Jane Grey.

We're here to do neither.

We're here to do the business
of the realm.

Allow me to conduct it.

I am meant to conduct it!

Enough!
Too long have I allowed this!

I thought there no harm
in letting you feel

the breadth of a king's power,
but you have overreached!

Clearly, you are still too young!

I permitted to let you
play at governance

to prepare for the day you do reign.

And that day will come,
but it is not this day, Edward.

You are in this room not to rule

but to learn from those that do.

From me.

But you disrupt your studies
when you quarrel

and you challenge

and you stamp your feet
at your teacher.

Sit and learn, sir!

That is all that is required of you.

Catherine.

Catherine. Catherine.

I mean, that...
that couldn't have--

Our father would say
that my brother was a coil

that if sprung
would break his own back.

Lord, we're not gonna have
a performance

over last night, are we?

Yes.

Yes, we fucking are.

She's waiting.

Come in.

What has he done?

My lady?

I will bear it.

I married a man of little wit
or judgment,

a dangerous man.

What has he done?

Nothing.

I thought you found him funny.

I do.

What has he done?

You have been
a loving mother to me.

He has been a loving father.

Come, even with your
scant knowledge

of a loving father,
you must know that is not true.

I believe you may think

you saw something last night
that you did not.

In our play,
perhaps it seemed otherwise,

but I promise you Sir Thomas
and I did no wrong.

No wrong?

No.

No wrong to me?

No, none.

The legend of Anne Boleyn

will pass through the ages.

I did not believe that you had
been cast in the same mould

as your mother.

So what has my husband done?

Tell me. Now.

Your husband
has done nothing else

than show me kindness, my lady.

We cannot replay this moment.

Choose carefully
how you act in it.

I have done nothing.
He neither.

And I take offense
to your accusation otherwise.

Oh, I have been quite blind.

There has been naught to see.

Quite blind to you.

And I see you now.

I see you clearly now, my love.

I'm the same as always.

I tried to teach
you the way this great game

we find ourselves in
is played.

Well, even if I say it myself,

I have been
a most excellent teacher.

And lessons are complete.

Or perhaps
you never needed them.

You must believe me.

What will it be, then?

"It isn't how it seemed,"
or "She seduced me"?

You've had enough time to decide.

Lord, even now I see you dancing.

You are in two minds still.

Make your choice,

the apologetic sinner
or defiant husband.

Neither.

I'm the falsely accused.

Forgive me. I skipped ahead.

You are in two minds
over something else.

Choose the wife
or choose the girl?

Are you to walk into court

and tell the king

that, having married
his stepmother,

you've had a change of heart

and now wish to marry

his 15-year-old sister?

And then what?

The-the council rejoices

and your brother
is taken to the Tower.

I'm glad you know
the truth without me

telling you and my mind
without me speaking it.

Um, d-do you have any need
of me at all,

or shall I leave you alone
to this conversation?

I'd have thought it best
I did speak for you.

I will admit, though, I hadn't
expected this response.

What fucking response?

I haven't been allowed
to have one.

I need a moment to think.

I think the princess
should leave this house.

A pity, as the king's
favoured heir

under our roof and influence
was not unhelpful,

but no matter
if you cannot be trusted.

Unhelpful?

You do yourself a disservice
to pretend to be so cold.

Elizabeth has been more
to us than that.

She has been my daughter.

What has she been to you?

Or did you think
she a better puppet

if you used your cock
instead of strings?

And then one day,
were you to cast me aside?

This has not been part
of some great scheme

to power, Catherine.

Then what has moved you so?

She's beautiful.

And that is all it took?

I'm pregnant.

What? What?

You have been
a bracketed branch

of your brother's dynasty.

But now Thomas Seymour
and his heirs,

a house all of its own.

That's what I foresaw

until I learned you wanted
to be Thomas Seymour,

beheaded for treason,
lust, and stupidity.

You're pregnant?

Choose her if you want.

It won't end well
for her, for you.

They will question
how I allowed it.

I could well end up on
the axman's block beside you.

But I will not beg.

Come, you get to decide
for everyone.

Would that we lose everything,

or would that you have done
all this and for no reason?

I would that we
had been married long ago.

That that bastard Henry
had never laid eyes on you.

That he still lived and reigned

with some other woman
as his wife.

That there was no...

Lord Protector or boy king.

I would that all that is...

was not.

The baby takes a toll upon me.

I am old for a child.

Everyone says so. I need peace.

We are only safe in this life

by the grace of God
and the will of others.

The way the world
thinks of you,

what it says, is precious.

It can protect you,
or it can end you.

Please...

think of that next time.

I didn't--

What you've done
does not matter.

It's what people think
you have done

that is all that matters now.

Go!

I don't understand.

Come.

Come.

He is staying?