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Mary will depose you.

Do not underestimate her.

I want Jane Grey's head

on a pike.

And I'll send 5,000 men

- to fight for you. - Take them all.

You're alive.

I can't leave. She'll kill my family.

Executing Jane will encourage rioting.

A public trial,

and accuse her of all manner

- of depravity. - Fine.

- A public trial. - Furthermore!

Jane Grey plotted

destroying Queen Mary herself.

The treacherous pretender should be duly convicted

and her head should be cut off.

The Will naming Jane was a clear forgery.

- Lies. - Sit down.

My brother's Will is real.

Mary poisoned me,

and now she wants to kill my cousin.

I must stop her.

You wish to reclaim the Throne? Do it properly.

- With power behind you. - Rally an army.

I've just received some information

that will change everything.

Lady Jane Grey

married an Ethian knowingly.

Bring him in.

- No. - There is only one punishment.

Death.

I'm sorry.

Guards! Forward!

In 1553,

if you fucked up royally,

there was an infamous stony pied-à-terre

where you sent to await execution,

the Tower of London.

Jane was last here as a child.

She has never forgotten the beheading

of Catherine Howard, King Henry's fifth wife,

who made some poor life choices

but didn't deserve the axe.

And now it is her turn.

Jane Grey is condemned to die.

Bollocks.

Is my husband Guildford Dudley imprisoned here, too?

Please, I need to see him.

Tell me.

The problem with being a cockeyed optimist,

with apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein,

is that you can't conceive of a world

in which things don't actually work out for you.

Suppertime.

Thank you. I'm Jane.

Bless you.

It's daffodil season.

You should try a pinch of pollen in your morning ale.

That works?

Don't talk to her, George, you dickhead.

- But I'm all stuffy. - She's trying to do a Bishop Flambard on us.

You become mates with a prisoner, next thing you know, it's,

"Oh, please, Mr. Albert, one last drink before I die,"

then you're shit-faced and they're escaping to Leeds.

I just need to know about my husband.

The beast?

Yes, Guildford Dudley is Ethian.

- Is he a prisoner here, too? - Let's go.

If you know something, please tell me.

Please, can you tell me anything?

He's not here.

Thank you.

Free Queen Jane!

Free Queen Jane! Free Queen Jane!

Free Queen Jane!

Free Queen Jane! Free Queen Jane!

Free Queen Jane!

What's that blasted noise?

I don't hear anything.

Yeah.

Yes.

Six out of six.

Hardly a contest.

Your Majesty.

The people are screaming out for Jane's release.

It's no time for bloodthirsty games.

Let me handle the public, Norfolk. They love me.

Oh, look who's here.

Speaking up for Jane Grey was a very silly thing to do, Elizabeth.

- Mary, please. - Time to run.

Now.

Mary!

- Stop it. Just stop it. - I'm teaching her a lesson.

A lesson?

Listen to them out there.

They are calling for Ethian rights.

Stop this fire before it spreads.

Be a Queen, not a tyrant.

Step aside, Norfolk.

Your Majesty, uh, I p-profoundly apologize.

I forgot myself.

Mary, please!

- Mary! - Come on...

How could you?

Oopsy-daisy.

Well done, Your Majesty.

Now, might I have a word?

I have an idea to settle this silly unrest.

Prison slop is nothing compared to the torture

of not knowing if your loved one is safe.

Where in the gods is Guildford, and... oh, that's rather sharp.

Yes.

From this height,

a fall would mean instant death.

Jane is desperate...

...but she's not stupid.

Jane.

Hello, Mother.

I've saved you. You're welcome.

- Where's Guildford? - Alive.

For now. Seymour has him.

Oh, no. No...

You're upset?

For the man who's lied to you, who's the very reason that you're here?

- You are the reason I'm here. - Oh, grow up!

And accept a modicum of responsibility.

- You pushed the country too far. - No, no.

The Council, the noblemen,

I pushed them too far, not the country.

- The country wants to change. - Oh, gods, why does she always disagree

with everything I say?

Listen.

I have made a deal with Mary for your life.

You have to denounce Ethianism and your beast husband.

You must say that you were under the beast's spell.

You know I won't do that.

This is all my fault.

I made you smart, but I left you weak.

I should've let you see all the nastiness and brutality this world has to offer.

Maybe then you'd understand.

I'm not weak, I'm just not cold and unloving

and unlovable.

Oh.

Is that what you think?

That I don't love?

I do love.

And I'm begging you, Jane, as your mother,

to stop being such a fucking loser and take the deal.

Thank you for your wise counsel, Mother.

Tell Mary I want to see my husband.

And then we'll talk.

Guards.

Fuck.

Guards!

Guards!

Shut up.

- Who's there? - Don't shout.

Don't attract their attention.

The best thing you can hope for is they forget you exist.

Who are you? What is this place?

My name's Alice.

And you are in a secret prison just for us beasts.

A secret prison?

He's coming.

What? Who? Alice?

Alice?

All right, beast.

Exactly 73 hours until her execution.

That's 4,380 minutes.

262,800 seconds.

It takes three seconds to breathe in and out.

That's 87,600 breaths

until she will never breathe again.

We've orders to take you to the Stables, my Lady.

You're gonna see your husband after all.

Guildford?

No, no, no.

No. No.

"Oh, no.

Oh, Guildford.

Oh, no."

Gotcha.

That's not your beast.

Stop blubbing.

Guildford's not dead?

No, it's just japes.

You are evil.

Well, it serves you right.

Sending your mother to ask me for favors?

- Tell me where he is. - No.

Jane, I'm gonna cut off your head,

just as we did that gelding there,

and everyone you've ever known will watch for sport.

But you can still save your beastly husband.

All you have to do...

...is read this in Court.

And if I read this, you'll spare his life?

Yes.

I can't trust you.

I know.

Just stop worrying.

One of us has to.

The Pack will help us. I know it.

Or they'll string us up by our feet.

As King, Edward was always too sick or too poisoned to really think

about what exile meant for the Ethians under his rule.

It meant hunger,

misery...

...camping.

This is how Ethians live?

Not by choice.

So,

you strike the flint...

Are you listening?

Must I really learn this?

I mean, won't you always be here to do it for me?

We told you the rules when we took you in.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

What were they again?

Perhaps this was a mistake.

Are you shitting me?

Edward!

King Edward!

It is him!

Your Majesty.

The fuck is going on?

- You're dead. - You died?

- I'm alive. - He's alive!

And I need your help.

Mary took the Palace and arrested Jane.

She will lose her head if we don't stop it.

What? Where is Jane now?

The Tower of London.

I must retake the Throne.

It's the only way to save her.

And I need you to fight by my side.

Why don't you go to your own people?

There must be nobles who'd help the great Verity King.

Too far. There's no time.

Well, we can't help you.

Sorry.

Wait!

When I was King, I allowed terrible things to happen to Ethians.

And I must live with that forever.

And I am so sorry.

But Jane deserves our help.

Now that Mary is Queen,

she will purge your people from this earth unless we stop her.

But when I am King again,

I will be your champion.

I will fight for you the way I should have before.

I promise.

It's too late for promises.

Susannah.

I'm sorry.

Get away from me.

- Why? - Why do you think?

You're Lord Seymour's son.

If I'd known he was returning with an army, I would have told you.

Katherine...

let me prove my love and loyalty to you.

Run away with me.

You're delusional.

I have money working for Norfolk.

We can go to Switzerland,

Corsica, Naples,

anywhere Seymour's spies can't find us...

I can't.

Jane is going to die.

Margaret has abandoned us. And, yes...

my mother can be and usually is an utter nightmare,

but she's still my mother.

I'm all she has left.

Good people.

My dying wish is for Queen Mary to eradicate Ethianism in England.

I endorse her plan for extermination...

Morals, for some, are slippery little suckers.

But for Jane, they are as sturdy as the center of the very Earth

upon which we all currently stand.

Unless, of course, you're watching this on an airplane.

In which case, never mind.

"May she hunt them down,

one by one..."

You don't sound convinced.

So?

I've been listening, and-and you need to sound like you believe what you're saying.

If you want to save your husband.

Why do you care about my husband?

I had a cousin.

In Tooting.

And then he changed.

We hid him for a while, but, um...

he was found.

You know.

And the world is what it is, but...

...seems like your husband has a chance.

Just read her speech.

Please.

Please, can you find a way to get a message to him?

And I need Guildford to know that I don't mean a single word of it.

- What the hell you doing in there?! - Nothing, Sire. I'm sorry.

Won't happen again.

Never talk to prisoners.

It's me.

Time to die.

Or you can live.

What?

We can fake it.

All we need is a proxy,

and I happen to have quite a few lined up.

Sack over the head,

dead body, yada yada,

and voilà,

the whole world will believe that you have been executed.

- Then what happens? - Then you stay with me.

I'm always looking for able-bodied young...

beasts who will do what they must for Queen and country.

I would rather die

than rot here in your prison.

This is not just a prison.

We do all sorts of fun things here.

Spying,

arson, uh,

assassinations, medical research.

We've been trying to crack a cure for years.

Something I've heard would be of particular interest to you.

There is no cure.

Point is,

you can either...

stay alive here

or perish painfully

with your bride.

Well...

Then at least I'll get to see Jane one last time before I die.

Have it your way.

Wipe me.

My tummy's in knots.

I'm not done.

It always gets like this when I'm excited.

And the spectacle I have planned for Guildford Dudley

would make the ancient Romans squeal with delight.

Didn't you promise Jane that you would spare his life?

You have much to learn about politics, poppet.

Lies are our friends.

What will you do to him?

Well, first I'm going to...

I'm on the loo!

Um... Your Majesty,

- this has just arrived from, um... - Out!

Did someone get me a pressie?

Who?

Oh.

Uh, Prince Philip of Spain.

Oh.

A boy.

Mm.

What is it?

Open it.

Yes?

You have a visitor.

- Jane. - Margaret.

What are you doing here?

Did Mother send you?

She hates me.

No, she doesn't. That's just her way.

Well, it's a shit way.

Mary tells me everything now.

So, trust me... you're bollocksed.

Mary lied.

There's nothing you can do to save Guildford.

She will execute you both together.

Of course she will.

Thank you for telling me.

I'm so sorry.

I don't want you to die.

You...

...are a strong,

sharp,

fiery little imp.

But also remember to be kind.

Expect people to be good.

Forgive them when they're not.

Are you talking about our mother?

I suppose I am.

Right. Time's up.

Come here.

Fuck Mary.

Fuck Mary, indeed.

Yes.

Fuck Mary, indeed.

For what might just be the last time in her life,

Jane has a plan.

Hello.

My brother is dead...

...and now I am the Queen.

Knock, knock.

Hello.

You're in a pleasant mood.

Yes, I'm in love.

Aw. Squidgy.

Open that.

What could it be? What could it be?

Dear gods.

Yes, it's from Prince Philip of Spain.

The arm of their very last Ethian.

Philip wiped them out entirely.

Isn't that charmingly proficient of him?

His Beast Inquisition has been so successful,

he wants to join forces to eradicate them on English soil.

It seems to have a ring on its finger.

- Don't tell me... - Yes, I'm going to marry him.

Over my dead body.

Oh, shut it, Seymour.

I was never going to marry you.

Not when I could have a real prince.

Mm.

But I am fond of you.

And that is why...

...I found you a bride.

Oh, bugger me.

Escaping!

The prisoner's escaping!

There! Up there!

There she is!

Pull her back in!

Get her in! Pull hard!

There she is!

Get this fixed.

You can't make me do this.

Actually, she's the Queen.

She can make us do whatever she wants.

So now we're all gonna be one big happy family.

All's well that ends well.

Somebody should write that down.

Your Majesty, I'm so sorry. Katherine.

Katherine, stop this instant.

Katherine, come back!

You're bartering me again.

I am not.

I am saving you. I'm doing this for our family.

Do your duty.

No.

What did you say?

I said...

I said...

no!

No, no, no, no!

No!

Marry me.

There is a poisonous moss called Aconitum napellus.

When mixed with calcium hydroxide from say a chalk wall,

it becomes...

a lethal neurotoxin.

Then all you need...

...is a cunning delivery method.

Guards.

Let's get this over with.

Well, well, well.

Here we are again.

Let's hear that speech.

Only to save Guildford.

And the best thing of all about poison is

how many artful ways there are to force an enemy to ingest it.

Ready.

Before I speak, I must beg forgiveness from my cousin.

- Get off! Guards! - It's customary.

Read the speech.

I'd like to say...

I have made mistakes as your Queen.

I am headstrong.

Selfish.

Impulsive.

- This isn't the speech I sent. - But that is

not why I am condemned.

I am condemned because there is a sickness

- in this Kingdom. The rich... - Take her away!

...and powerful want you to hate Ethians so you don't see

the real evil...

them!

I will not condemn Ethians! I condemn you,

- Mary! - Jane Grey,

I'll have your wretched, beast-loving head!

I condemn you!

Dad,

did we have to dress as peasants, of all things?

Stanley, a daring rescue is hardly the time for sartorial grousing.

Stop bitching about your clothes.

Let's face it... if anyone can carry off this look,

it's we Dudleys.

Fair.

Ah. The call of nature.

This is our chance.

Follow me. Do what I do.

My Lord.

Guildford.

Guildford.

Son?

Dad?

Well, of course it's me.

Time is of the essence.

What the devil?

My key!

The fuck are you doing?!

This is for my brother.

I thought you said this type of swashbuckling escape was too great a risk.

You still don't get it, do you?

I would walk through fire for you.

I've got it! I've got it!

I've got it!

Hi, brother.

Hi. Stan.

- Let's get out of this hellhole. - Wait, wait.

Alice, come with us.

Who the devil is she?

It's Alice.

Stan, the key.

How do you do?

I'm Stanley Dudley.

Don't let the visor scare you.

We're undercover.

Quickly.

I can't.

I've seen what he does to those who try to escape.

If you change your mind.

- Free yourself. Free everyone. - Cheerio.

Back this way... come on! Full charge.

Keep up with me.

Come on.

Come on!

You two, run.

I'll handle this.

Absolutely not.

Go. I have enough death on my conscience.

Guildford.

You did not kill your mother.

I mean, you-you did, but it was an accident.

You didn't mean to hurt her.

Horses are such unwieldy creatures.

No wonder you sent me away.

I was consumed by grief.

And I couldn't think what else to do.

Oh, Guildford.

You must forgive yourself.

Your mother loved you.

Thank you.

I smell a hug.

You can't smell hugs, Stanley.

Dudleys, halt!

Dad, Stan.

Leave me. I mean it. Leave me. Go!

Stan, take Dad.

Now. Go! Go!

I'll take the beast alone.

Come on, then, Seymour.

I've heard you rather enjoy pain.

First, I'll kill you,

then I shall find your treacherous father and brother

and kill them, too.

Not bad at all.

Come on.

Guards! Do something, you morons.

Just kill me quickly.

Take him back to his cell.

And I shall enjoy watching you burn.

With just hours until her execution,

Jane ponders all the doomed women who came before her,

their lives reduced to nothing more than their deaths.

Catherine Howard spent hours practicing

how to lay her head on the block just right.

Anne Boleyn hired an expert swordsman from Calais

to ensure her head would be lopped off...

...in one swift stroke.

Anne Askew was burned, Margaret Pole butchered,

Elizabeth Barton hanged.

Jane wonders, if these women could have done something to change their fate,

would they?

Even if the price was their soul?

If you had to choose 'tween the axe and the fire,

which would it be?

Fire.

No, wait.

Axe. Definitely.

Right.

I'm off to drain the dragon.

George?

- Yes, my Lady? - I was wondering if...

...for my last request,

you might possibly bring me some wine?

Of course, my Lady.

If I were you, I would get absolutely hammered.

What?

I can't sacrifice a hundred of us to try and save her

and probably fail anyway.

- You do see that, right? - Archer, please.

She is my friend, she fought for us.

People here know that, they like her.

- They would... - Susannah.

I need you.

I-I need your strength and your smarts.

The Scots are coming to help take the Throne.

And so is a war.

So stupid.

And now that I know the truth, I could actually change the Kingdom.

I can't do anything. I'm powerless.

- I'm useless. - Shut up.

What?

If you're not the man I thought you were, the guy who punched a nun in the face

just to save my sorry ass, then fuck off.

But don't sit here and piss and moan about the man you used to be.

You want to save Jane, you want to unite the Kingdom? Then do it.

What would you have me do?

Think of something.

I have an idea.

The wine is French, my Lady.

Bit chalky, but it gets the job done.

Won't you join me?

- Oh... - There isn't enough wine for me to Bishop Flambard you.

Go on, then. Just a cheeky one.

Swirling it's supposed to be good for the taste.

Ah, goodness me, you're clever.

Oh, I tried your bit with the pollen, by the way.

It's a bloody miracle. Thank you.

Well, then, cheers.

Oh!

- What was that for? - I saw a-a spider.

It was enormous. Horrid thing.

It's h-hairy, with... teeth.

Here, take mine.

To your health.

Right, then.

Go get the other Guards, tell them that I'll be ready.

This is it, the night we've all been waiting for.

If you love booze,

banter and blood,

welcome to the ultimate Tudor jamboree.

Make way for the Queen!

Where's my little wifey-to-be?

Where's Katherine?

She'll be here soon.

What a joyous occasion.

Who's ready to party?

I am.

Bring her out!

Jane!

Chop the head off!

Our perfectly imperfect heroine has just one regret.

She didn't ever tell Guildford

that what she feels for him is, indeed, true love,

and that love might just give her the strength to die.

Do you forgive me,

my Lady?

Fuck no.

What shall I do?

Where is it?

- Hello, trouble. - Susannah?

Edward says hello.

Someone burn him!

Don't just stand there!

Burn the horse!

Guildford.

We're coming for you!

Kill her! Don't just stand there!

Jane!

Duck!

Jane, what are you doing?

Shut up, I'm saving you.

Jane, don't you burn.

I can't, I can't.

I can't break them.

Leave me.

Never.

I'll never leave you.

I love you.

I love you, too.

What is it?

Get out of the way, get out of the way.

Go! Go, Jane!

Get on your own horse and get after her!

Dad, we need to clear a path!

Get her!

Now!

Oh, hell yeah! Run, my brother!

Dudleys never say die!

Yeah!

That's right, chaps, Jane and Guildford live.

But our story is not over yet,

because Mary is still Queen.

Sister, please.

- And she is... - Calm yourself.

...most vexed.

The Palace still holds many secrets.

And secret lovers.

And secret nuptials.

But for now, our heroes are enjoying

their hard-won freedom.

Because love... true love... really can conquer all.

You know...

...ish.

Well, then, Jane Grey...

Yes, Guildford Dudley?

What should we do with the rest of our lives?

Hmm. I have been thinking about that.

Venice?

Oh, you'd fucking love Constantinople.

Massive library.

We can't leave.

I was rather hoping you wouldn't say that.

I won't run.

I must go back.

You don't have to come with me.

Of course I'm coming with you.

Well, I was rather hoping you would say that.