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Healthy?

Yes, Your Majesty.

Call her Elizabeth.

Cancel the jousts.

He didn't ask how the Queen was.

Hardly matters now, does it?

I think she was hungry.

My daughter is
to live at Hatfield.

Yes.

I think Spanish Mary's
household should be broken up.

She can become a member
of my daughter's household.

In the capacity of?

In the capacity of my
daughter's servant.

What else can she be?

There can be no
pretence of equality.

Mary is a bastard.

Waste can be saved, and the
proper order of things asserted.

Meanwhile, I want
you to go to France.

I want a marriage contract for
my daughter, a French prince.

Stephen Gardiner is...
- You're very unwilling today.

You don't like the French?

Perhaps, you prefer an
alliance with the Emperor.

You're very friendly
with his man, aren't you?

Chapuys?

If that will be all,
Your Majesty?

Hmm.

Why don't you ask for her?

The Seymours are poor.

They'll sell her to you happily.

You mistake my interest.

Oh, fa la la. Tell your lies
to the Commons, not to me.

I see things.

You and me, we
keep our eyes open.

I could keep my eyes open
in places you cannot go.

In Anne's rooms, for example.

When you call, you'll
find her at prayer,

sewing a smock
for a beggar woman.

Do you think that's
what's really going on?

Do you think she's given
up all her nimble young men?

All those sonnets in
praise of her beauty...

She has the King
to praise her now.

She'll get no praise from him
until she has a ripe belly again.

And what would hinder that?

Nothing.

If he's up to it.

Careful.

And that little sneak

is forever in and
out of every room,

acting as a go-between
for all the galants.

Oh, I see no harm in the boy.

He doesn't know his place.

He's a jumped up
nobody taking his chance

because the times
are disordered.

Well, I suppose you could say the
same thing about me, Lady Rochford.

And I'm sure you do.

The Queen sees enemies everywhere.
- So she should.

They're waiting for her to fail.

She said she'll
give Henry a son.

So if she doesn't, all the old
families are waiting their turn.

How's our Holy Maid?

Popular.

Mary Magdalene sent her
a letter illuminated in gold.

Visitors?

Hmm.

Bring her in.

You say that you can roam
through heaven, hell and purgatory.

And have you
seen the devil also?

And how did he look?

Like a bird.

That's a relief.

You think so?

He stinks.

He's got claws made
with blood and shit.

He came to me
once as a young man.

To tempt me.

Pawing at me.

And were you? Tempted?

I am not for Satan.

When I rejected him,
he spat in my face.

No manners.

I wiped it off with a napkin.

It's black,

with a stench of hell.

Something rotting.

And where is it now?

Dom Edwards has it.

And does he show it
to people for money?

For offerings.

You said the King wouldn't reign
one month after he married Lady Anne.

Well.

The months have passed,
and the Lady Anne is Queen

and has given the King a child.

So...

What do you say now?

I say, in the eyes of God,

he's no more the
real King than he

is the real Archbishop.

Then would it be justified to
raise a rebellion against him?

Assassinate him? Put
another in his place?

What do you think?

Of the possible Plantagenet
claimants to the throne,

you've chosen the
Courtenay family,

not the Poles.

Henry, Marquess of Exeter,
not Henry, Lord Montague,

or do you get them mixed up?

Of course not.

I've met both of those
gentlemen. I've met their wives.

I've met Bishop Fisher.

They all come to me.

Now, Courtenay descends
from a daughter of King Edward,

Montague from his brother.

How would you
sort out their claims?

Or would you let
them scrap it out?

It's good to have a few
kings and queens in reserve

if you are going to start a war.

Oh. No need of a war.

God is sending a
plague to England.

Henry will be dead in six
months and so will his whore.

And me?
- And you.

And everyone in this room.

Except you.

And my niece Alice?

Who's done you no harm?

All the woman of your
house are heretics.

The plague will rot them all.

We're too soft with her.

She's laughing at us.

She's close to confessing.

What makes you think that?

Because my niece
is with her at night.

She cries because
she knows she's a fraud,

and then she peeps out
from under her eyelids

to see the effect
her tears have had.

Trust me, she'll confess.

I want to start bringing
in her followers.

Thomas More?
- No, he's clear of this.

The others she mentioned?

Bishop Fisher, Lady
Exeter, the Poles?

I'll deal with them myself.

They are some of the most
powerful people in the land.

Well, then, I'll be on
my best behaviour.

My Lord Bishop.

Why are you so gullible?

You better ask the
King's forgiveness.

Plead old age, infirmity.

I don't know my offence,

and whatever you think, I am
not in my second childhood.

I think you are.

Why else would you have given
such credence to Elizabeth Barton?

Because when she
speaks, she's inspired.

With my own eyes, I have seen a
golden letter sent by Mary Mag...

Mary Magdalene, yes.

Actually, it was written
by Father Bocking.

The gilding is by a monk.

One William Hawkhurst.

And we know that before
the Lord goes about his work,

he gives the warning of
himself through his servants.

Oh.
- For is it not stated

by the Prophet Amos...
- Please,

don't 'Prophet Amos' me.

Barton threatened the King.

She foresaw his death.

Foreseeing is not
the same as desiring.

She sat down with the King's enemies
and told them they would be King.

If you mean Exeter, why
don't you speak to him?

Well, Exeter has not been
writing against the King.

You have.
- Where? Show me.

Your printers abroad, they're very
good. They're working for me now.

In June last year, just after
the Queen was crowned,

your son, Lord Montague,
and your son, Geoffrey Pole,

dined with Lady Mary.

Two weeks later, they
dined with her again.

I wonder what they discussed.
- I'm sure you do.

Actually, no. I don't.

The boy who carried
in the asparagus?

That was my boy.

The boy who cut the apricots?

He was mine too.

Holy simplicity was all very
well in its day, but its day is over.

We're at war.

Just because the Emperor's
soldiers aren't running down the street,

don't deceive yourself.

This is a war.

And you're in the enemy camp.

They talked about the
Emperor, about the invasion,

about the best way
to bring it about.

So you see, Lady Margaret,

your family owes
much to my forbearance.

Write to the King, My
Lady. Beg his forgiveness.

Tell him you are
exceptionally easy to mislead.

Tell him that you don't
have the brain of a flea.

Grovel.

I see why Wolsey retained you.

You are a ruffian and so was he.

Fall ill.

Take to your bed.

That's what I recommend.

It's hard to believe
they'd betray me.

These people, I've... I've
known them all my life.

Exeter's been a friend
of mine since I was a boy.

Do you remember Greenwich?

That Christmas,
the snowball fight?

It's the wife who's to blame.

She's fickle and weak.

Like all her sex, easily
led into scheming.

Forgive her. Write her a pardon.

Put these people under
a debt of gratitude to you.

If you forgive them,
they'll play us for fools.

I don't think so, My Lord.

Everything they do now,
they do under my eye.

And the Poles?

Well, I don't think they should be
allowed to assume they'll be pardoned.

Greenwich!

That Christmas, the
snow was knee deep.

Christ! We were
young then, Harry!

You got lost in that drift under
the yule tree for half an hour.

With that girl.

What's her name? So-and-so's daughter.
- Oh.

How will you frame the charges?

Well, the common law doesn't
deal with women who say they can fly

or bring back the dead.

Treason for the principals.

For the accessories, life
imprisonment, confiscations, fines.

I think the King
will be merciful.

I'm more interested in unravelling
the plans of these people.

Well, I'm, um...

I'm clear, anyway.

You know I'm clear.

Do you remember how you
used to compare the King to a...

A tamed lion?

You can pet him.

You can pull at his
ears, if you wish,

but all the time, you're
thinking to yourself,

'Those claws.

'Look at those claws.'

We're putting a bill
of succession forward,

recognising Anne
as Henry's lawful wife

and their children
as the rightful heirs.

If the bill succeeds,
and it will,

we'd like to seal
the act with an oath.

What sort of legislation needs
to be confirmed by an oath?

Well, believe it or
not, there are those

who will feel such matters
should be left to Rome.

We want to make it clear that Rome
has no legitimate voice here in England,

so why don't you sign the oath?

Put your loyalty beyond doubt.

She seems to be rather
enjoying the attention.

Perhaps that's all
she ever wanted.

Come home for dinner with me.

Well, I would,

if you only wanted to
put food in my mouth,

but I think you'd like
to put words there too.

You mention my death.

'If it should happen your said
dear and beloved wife Queen Anne

'to decease.'

I can't exclude the possibility.

You say that if I die, he can
put another queen in my place.

I can't imagine anyone else
in your place, sweetheart.

It's notional only.

And what if she has a son?

That son will inherit,

and then what will happen
to my daughter and her claim?

Well, she would still
be Princess of England.

Look.

It says here...

And where does it say
Spanish Mary is a bastard?

Lady Mary is out of
the line of succession,

so the inference is clear,
forgive the language.

We try to write laws sparingly,
so that they are not personal.

This is personal.

Cromwell serves
us well, sweetheart.

He's not who you should
rail against, there are others.

Stephen Gardiner, for one.

The way he has turned on me...

Well, I hate ingratitude.

Hate disloyalty.

Thomas More is another
one who has disappointed me.

If Your Majesties
will excuse me...

Your bill against
Elizabeth Barton.

You should add more
to the list of the guilty.

Thomas More is not
involved, Your Majesty.

He came to me even
before Barton was arrested.

Do it anyway.

I want him frightened.

Fright can unmake a
man. I've seen it happen.

Cromwell!

I won't die.

I'll give the King a son.

And I won't die.

You want me to kneel
down and beg for More's life?

The Commons won't like him
being included on the list, My Lord.

They could oppose the bill,

and the King swears he'll come
before them himself and insist.

He could have
a very public fall.

If you beg, My Lord, the
King couldn't refuse you.

It would allow His Majesty
an honourable way back.

After all, we are asking him to
contradict the wishes of his own wife.

That's true. This
is my niece's work.

Take things personally, women.

I think the King
takes it personally.

Which is weak.

Why should he care
what More thinks of him?

You call the King weak?

'Call the King weak.

'Ooh. Call the King weak.'

Speaking for yourself
for once, Lord Chancellor.

Usually, you wait till Cromwell
speaks, and then it's, 'Tweet, tweet.

'Whatever you say, Tom.'

If I had a crossbow, I'd
shoot your fucking head off!

I said, 'No one in.'

Thomas More's son-in-law
is here to plead for him, sir.

Oh.

My Lord.

Should we send for
My Lord Suffolk instead?

No. His son is dying.

His heir.

He'll have to start
breeding again,

with his new wife.

She's 14, you know.

He won't leave her alone.

Not judging by the
startled look on her face.

If only I could
get rid of my wife.

My Lord, you have been
well-married these 20 years.

Yes.

I know.

It's like placing your person
inside a grizzled leather bag.

All right, I'll do it, if
Cranmer does it too.

Why should the laymen
wear out their joints?

She'll spit blood
when she hears.

Very well.

Remove his name from the bill.

But tell him, he
will take the oath.

Thought I'd be stuck
there for another hour,

entreating and entreating.

Cromwell!

Hmm.

The Queen has, uh,

missed her...

Ah!

This time for sure.

England is ours.

Crumb.

I can't take the oath.

But I will not speak against it,

and I won't try to dissuade
anyone else from it.

That's not enough,
and you know it's not.

These are the names of the
priests who have all sworn to the act.

You know Members of
Parliament are conformable.

So why not you?

This is not a comfortable
place for any of us.

More comfortable
than where you're going.

Well, not hell, I trust.

So if your soul is damned
if you sign this oath,

what about all of
these? Are they damned?

Or is your conscience so much
more refined than all of theirs?

I cannot speak for
their conscience.

Or where it is a
question of conscience?

There must be some doubt.

And when you entered the King's
service, you took an oath to obey him.

So...

Won't you set your doubts
against that certainty and swear?

When you were appointed
Archbishop, you swore an oath to Rome.

But they say, all through the
ceremony, you kept a little paper folded up

saying you took the
oath under protest.

Then perhaps, you could...

Yes, you would suggest
that, Richard Rich.

I remember you as a youth, and
you were ever a creature of vice,

but I will not be
such a juggler.

I've respected you.

Since I was a boy,
I've respected you.

But I'd sooner see my own son killed
than see you refuse to sign this oath

and give comfort to
every enemy of England.

No.

Gregory is a good boy.

Do not wish him away.

We can't let you go home.

Will I see my daughter again?

Just have to say
some words, that's all.

Oh, just words.

Out of interest,

of what vices are
you a creature?

I was a boy.

And to this day, he can't see me
without trying to make me a sermon.

He should at least
give his reasons...

You know his reasons. All
of Europe knows his reasons.

He's against the divorce.

He doesn't believe the King
can be Head of the Church.

His heart is with
Rome, not with England.

He'd sooner see some foreigner
imposed by the Emperor ruling us

than back a man who's been
his friend since childhood.

And do you know
what I hate most?

He's writing an account of today
for all of Europe to read and, in it,

we'll be the fools
and oppressors,

and he'll be the poor victim
with the better turn of phrase.

He wrote this play years ago,

and he sniggers every
time I trip over my lines.

Do you think it's already been
decided what the Queen's baby will be?

Or does God decide later?

I wish we could see inside
her so we'd be able to tell.

I wish she were
down in Wiltshire.

I'd like a baby.

Watch yourself.

If your belly shows,
they'll brick you up alive.

Although your family would
probably give you a bouquet.

They don't know what
countenance is down at Wolf Hall.

I meant no harm.

Oh, God! It's like
baiting a field mouse. I...

How is the Queen?

I heard of her loss.

It's 'yes' or 'no' today.

You must speak.

If I say no to your oath,

I put my body in peril.

If I say yes,

my soul.

So I say nothing.

Bishop Fisher is more
of a man than you.

He declares his dissent
and takes the consequences.

You want to be a traitor,
but hide behind silence.

No. What he wants
is to be a martyr.

What I want is to go home.

You never understood
where the line is drawn

between a sacrifice
and self-slaughter.

Christ tried.

You don't find anything
wrong in the comparison?

I do nobody harm.

I say none harm.
I think none harm.

If this isn't enough
to keep a man alive...

You do nobody harm.
What about Bilney?

What about Bainham?

Do you remember James Bainham?

Who you had racked
in your own home.

Who you had beaten and abused.

His body was so broken,
they had to carry him,

carry him in the chair to
Smithfield to be burned.

And you say, Thomas
More, you do no one harm.

You just be grateful, sir,

that we have spared you the
methods you use on others.

It's the King's pleasure that
we move to indictment and trial.

When I was a serving boy at
Lambeth, I brought you bread one night.

You must have been about 14.

They were already speaking
about you being the great scholar.

You were reading.

I remember.

I asked you what
was in the book.

And you said,

'Words.

'Words.

'Just words.'

As I have already told you,

I have no recollection
of meeting you then.

No.

Why would you?

I hear your Tyndale
has been caught.

They say someone tempted him
from his hiding place, some agent.

And he was taken.

Your man?

No, of course not.

Thomas More hurts no one.

Yes.

It's all because of me.

When finally you
have out of More

what troubles his
singular conscience,

you'll find it's that he won't
bend his knee to my queenship.

I'll have no peace
until Fisher is dead.

I'll have no peace
until More is dead.

England will have no peace.

Thomas More prays for the
Emperor to invade us. I know this.

You know this.

He knows it, but he won't admit it.
- He was my friend.

And yet now, in this time
of danger for England,

when you need his support,

he gives comfort to the enemy.

This silence of his, on which
he relies, it conceals treason.

So make him talk.

No, madam, we don't do that.

My wife is, um...

Her grief...

Yes.

It's Katherine I blame.

All those years, she
couldn't hold a son.

Now, she ill wishes me.

Lies between me and the
woman I love with her cold heart.

You know, they burned it
before I could see if it was a boy.

It may have been
impossible to tell,

Your Majesty.

So soon.

Hmm.

This, um...

This business of Thomas More.

I don't doubt his
loyalty to Rome,

nor his hatred of Your Majesty's
title, this Head of the Church.

However, legally,
our case is slender.

It won't be easy.

Do I keep you for what's easy?

Do you think I've promoted you
for the charm of your presence?

I keep you because
you are a serpent.

Do not be a viper in my bosom.

You know my decision.

Execute it.

That woman on the wall...

I know who she is.

Sheba.

For you.

I know who she is for you.

Why you always look at her.

They told me about
her in Antwerp.

The woman Cromwell loved.

Why don't you go
back and claim her?

She's married.

It was years ago.

I've changed.
- Yeah. You are rich now.

I think...

What?
- Nothing.

What?

You're going to hang me
up by my wrists until I talk?

I think there is another
woman in your heart now.

Thomas More's wife
is here to see you.

Lady Alice.

When I came here before,
this was a musty old place.

My husband used to say, 'Put
Thomas Cromwell in a dungeon,

'and by evening, he'll be sitting on
cushions with jailors owing him money.'

Did he talk a lot about
putting me in dungeons?

He... It was only talk.

I thought you might
take me to see the King.

I know he's always kind to women.
- I can't do that.

I wish I could.

You've always been
good to us. I wonder why.

You always have some trick.

Born tricky. Can't help it.

Alice, why is your
husband so stubborn?

I no more understand him
than I do the Holy Trinity.

I worry he's cold.

He tells me nothing. All his
letters are to his precious Meg.

Don't think there's no
tenderness between us.

We had dealings,
one time or another.

And when that's true, you
can't help but worry about a man.

Wonder if...

Wond...

Wonder if he's feeling cold.

When you talk to him,

ask him from me...

Ask him,

does he think it's clever to
leave his wife without company?

His son without advice?

His daughter without protection?

And all of us at the mercy
of a man like yourself?

We have to take away your
pens and papers and your books.

Very well. If you must
take them, take them now.

Alice came to see me.

She wants you home. All
you have to do is sign this.

Meg has signed it.

Your own beloved daughter.

Just sign the paper,
the King will be happy.

I'll send my barge to
row you back to Chelsea.

Back to your garden, your
children, back to Dame Alice

who'd be waiting to bear
you up to your own bed.

Don't you want that?

Don't you want to be
out of this place you're in?

When we meet again in heaven,

as I hope we will,

all our differences
will be forgot.

But for now, we
cannot wish them away.

All I have, all I own, is
the ground I stand upon.

That ground is Thomas More.

If you want it,
you must take it.

I will not yield it.

When you come before the court,

throw yourself upon
the King's mercy.

He's not a cruel man.

You know that.

Do I?

He didn't use to be,

but then, he's changed
the company he keeps.

Anyway.

It's not important what
happens to my body.

Are you not afraid of the pain?
- Oh, yes.

I'm very much afraid.

I'm not a strong and robust
man, such as yourself.

I cannot help but
rehearse it in my mind.

But I'll only feel
it for a moment,

and God will not let me
remember it afterwards.

I would have left you, you know,

to live out your life,

to repent your cruelties,

if I were King.

Take away his books.

I'll send someone.

No, Richard.

I'd like you to do it yourself.

If the jury throws it out,
the King will skin us alive.

No.

But the Queen will.

My God.

It looks like we've
had him whipped.

And he says I
never miss a trick.

If he stands on his silence...
- His silence proves nothing.

He doesn't have to
prove anything, My Lord.

His plea is that his silence is
consent enough to the King's desires.

Bollocks.

It is the maxim of the common law.
- Still bollocks.

He hasn't been entirely silent.

I came to take away your books,

and as I did so, I tried to convince
you one last time to take the oath.

I put a case to you, did I not?

I asked you, 'If
Parliament had a vote,

'and made me King,

'would you go along with it?'

And you said, 'Nothing that Parliament
would do would surprise me these days.

'But if they voted that
Richard Rich should be God,

'I would draw a line there.'

I asked you, 'Why?'

Do you remember your reply?

I made no record of it,
having no writing materials,

you having already
taken them from me.

Yeah, it's true.

You said, 'Parliament
cannot do it.

'It can make laws in the
earthly realm, not the heavenly.'

So I said, 'It could
not make me God,

'nor Head of the Church, either,

'for surely, that is a
spiritual jurisdiction.'

And you said, 'No.
Parliament cannot do it.'

Meaning what?

Meaning if Parliament names
the King the Head of the Church,

it has no effect,

according to Sir Thomas.

He denied the King's title.

That would be treason.

Ask yourselves, gentlemen,

why would I open my mind
to a man like Richard Rich?

Why, when the learned and
the pious have implored me,

when the King himself with witty
reasons sought to persuade me?

Because you
think I don't matter.

That is what you said.

I will take my oath on it.
- Your oath?

You oath isn't
worth a devil's fart.

Christ help you, Rich.

I've known you ever
since you were a child.

You were the despair of your
family. You're a gambler and a waste.

May I remind you that Richard
Rich is Solicitor General.

Not to be talked to
like some pot boy.

Did you speak the words alleged?

I doubt it, and if I did...
- 'If' you did?

If I did,

they were not meant with malice.

And so, Masters, you
cannot find them treasonable,

and you are bound to disregard such
words whatever this court tells you.

Prisoner,

this court has found
you guilty of treason.

Your sentence will be...
- Wait.

He has the right to speak.

Oh, forgive me.

Does the prisoner
have anything to say?

I have followed my conscience.

You must follow yours.

My conscience satisfies me,

and now, I will speak plainly,

that your statute is faulty
and your authority baseless.

My conscience stands
with the majority.

Against Henry's Kingdom, I have
all the Kingdoms of Christendom.

Now, we see your malice, sir.

Against each one
of your bishops.

Now, we see, you choose
Rome over England.

Against your Parliament.
- You traitor!

I have all the General
Councils of the Church

stretching back for 1,000 years.

You traitor!

Traitor!

It's the prayer book he
had with him at the end.

You had no choice, Master.

Thomas.

Liz.

Thomas.

It's Johane.

You have a fever.

Liz.

Let me...

Let me love her.

Let me love her, Liz.

Fetch Dr Butts.

It's a fever

I got in Italy.

Is it a snake?

Let's say it is.

Hmm.

If I'm dying,

get Gregory.

Gregory.

Things I need to tell him.

Slow down,

so I can see how you do it.

I can't slow down.

If I stop to think how I'm
doing it, I won't be able to do it.

Itinerary for the King's
summer progress.

Depart Windsor, then to Reading,

Missenden, Abingdon.

We join them at Sudeley.

If we leave on the 18th...

Leave a day
earlier, for the roads.

Yes.

Gloucester, then to Thornbury.

Iron Acton, Bromham.

It's late September.

Winchester, Bishop's Waltham.

Sir?

Before Bromham, add another.

Yes?

Early September.

Five days.

Wolf Hall.

Sir John.

Majesty. Welcome.

Lost my hat, riding here.

I'll send servants to
find it, Your Highness.