All language subtitles for Wolf Hall S02E01 Wreckage

Why does she keep looking up
at the tower?

Because she thinks there's
still hope.

WHISPERING: Christ have mercy.

Jesu, receive my soul.

SHE STIFLES SOB

SHE BREATHES UNEVENLY

CROWD GASP

EXECUTIONER MISDIRECTS

CROWD GASP

Done?

Done.

Did it have to be this way?

So bloody.

When negotiation and compromise
fail,

then your only course is to destroy
your enemy.

Before they wake in the morning,
Rafe...

..have the axe in your hand.

Any message for the King?

No message.

Back to your new master.

The King's married again.

Good.

Marriages work better than wars.

Hmm?

If you want a kingdom, write a poem.

Pick some flowers.

Put your bonnet on and go wooing.

CROMWELL CHUCKLES

You're not wearing this, are you?

I'm not going to go before the
bridegroom in mourning.

When I was alive, my people
wore orange tawny.

The King might not want to
be reminded.

Well, if he doesn't like it,
he can tell me to take it off.

You keep that man, Wriothesley,
close?

I know where I am with Call-Me.

He got started with your friend,
Stephen Gardiner, my old enemy.

Now he can't decide where to put
his money.

You can calculate the actions
of a man like that.

DOOR OPENS

A letter for you, sir. Just arrived.

It's from her, isn't it?

The Princess Mary.

The...the Lady Mary.

The Princess, as was.

I recognise the hand.

What does she want?

This letter...it never came.

You never saw it.

You understand?

MUSIC PLAYS

Sir Geoffrey Pole wants to
meet you, sir.

Shall I say yes?

I think you ought.

I don't come when I'm whistled for,
Call-Me.

I'm trying to tell from
his expression

how the wedding night went.

I only mean they...they say the King
needs a lot of encouragement.

And Jane Seymour always looks
so...serious.

The Queen.

The Queen. The Queen.

I wouldn't be surprised if she spent
the night

lying under the bed, praying.

Right, I'll go and see if he managed
the deed. Shall I?

Such freshness.

Such delicacy.

Such maidenly pudeur.

I'm happy for Your Majesty.

I have come out of Hell into Heaven,

and all in one night.

This whole matter has been difficult
and delicate.

And you have shown, Thomas,
both expedition...and firmness.

I've hesitated to promote you
because your grip is wanted

in the House of Commons.

But the House of Lords is equally
unruly...

..and requires a master.

So, to the Lords you shall go.

Majesty.

Thomas Boleyn, father of the Queen
that was...

..his office as Lord Privy Seal.

You can do that now.

Majesty.

My daughter has sent me a letter.

I don't recall giving her permission
to write to me. Did you?

I would not presume, Majesty.

She has not written to you?

No, sire.

She seems to entertain expectations
about her future as my heir,

as if she believes Jane will fail
in giving me a son.

The Queen will not fail you, sire.

Your son, Gregory, does he defy you?

No, sire.
Nor should any dutiful child.

Yet my daughter, Mary, refuses to
take the oath

and acknowledge me as head of
the Church.

I shall not tolerate this defiance,

not from a child to whom
I gave life.

She loves you, Majesty.
She loves you.

I will convince her to take
the oath.

Do you sleep at nights, Crumb?

Eh?

You bear a burden of work no other
man has carried.

CROMWELL TITTERS

I sometimes wonder where
you come from.

Putney, Majesty.

CROMWELL CHUCKLES

MUFFLED VOICES

Your Grace.

Master Secretary.

Would you, uh...?

Would you like to kiss my hand?

Or, uh, anything?

MUSIC PLAYS DISTANTLY

MUSIC FADES

MUFFLED CHEERS

COURT CHEERS

I've asked Call-Me to go to Hunsdon
to talk the Lady Mary into sense.

Can you go with him, if the King
will spare you?

Should you not go yourself, sir?

Not yet.

You must go first.

Don't let Call-Me try to frighten
her. It won't work.

She's brave, like her mother.

And remember everything she says,
Rafe, everything.

In fact, as soon as you leave
the room, write it down.

Yes?

QUIETLY: Pole.
Geoffrey Pole is coming.

We should meet.

Well, that would honour me,
Sir Geoffrey.

Come out to my house at Lordington.

Come to me. I'm busy.

My friends expect...

Oh, you can bring your friends.

We made a bargain with you,
Cromwell.

We expect Mary to be restored
to the succession. Mm.

POLE GASPS

Still? Even now?

Especially now.

But at court, I can't imagine
a circumstance in which

you would use it.

It's because I can't imagine
a circumstance that I need it.

Go and find Chapuys.

My compliments to him.

May I give him supper?

Tell him I have a ravenous appetite
for diplomacy.

Very interesting.

I thought your new queen looked
well enough... Mm-hm.

..for a plain woman. Mm.

While the King is in
this merry mood,

press him to name the Princess Mary
as his heir.

Pending, of course, a son
by his new wife.

And it is Lady Mary.

She's no longer to be termed
Princess, as you know, Ambassador.

In this merry mood? Ha.

There's a papal bull of
excommunication

hanging over my master.

No king can live like that,
threatened in his own realm.

Ask the Emperor to speak
to the Pope.

All Europe is keen to heal
the breach.

Let the King approach Rome in
a spirit of penitence,

and undo the legislation that has
separated your country

from the universal church.

As soon as that is done,
His Holiness will be pleased

to welcome back his lost sheep.
CROMWELL CHUCKLES

Along with the revenues due,
I imagine, with interest paid

for the missing years. Mm.

I suppose the normal banking rules
will apply. I see.

So...

..prepare the Lady Mary for rule,
forswear the Gospels,

embrace the Pope. Mm-hm.

Bow the knee to idols,

and undo all that we've done of
these last four years.

LAUGHING: What shall I do in
these brave new days?

I mean, me personally.

Mm.

Perhaps back to the smithy?

I think I've lost the
blacksmith's art.

But I can still swing a hammer.

Now listen to what I have to say.

Mary believes Boleyn's execution
means her father will

welcome her back to the court.

Disillusion her, or I will.

She must take the oath of obedience.

Let me be exact about what you
ask of her.

She must recognise that her mother's
marriage was of no effect,

and she must swear to uphold
the child of a woman...

Old Bishop Fisher refused to take
the oath, and Henry executed him.

Thomas More refused it,
and he too is sure to buy a head.

Henry will not kill his own
daughter. Oh, really?

Who knows what Henry will do?

I do not understand you, Cromwell.

Why are you not afraid?

You should be afraid.

You are quite alone in this world.

You have Henry's favour, it's true.

But if he withdraws it...

You know the Cardinal's fate.

And you have no affinity,
no great family at your back.

For when all is said...

..you are a blacksmith's son.

Your whole life depends on
the next beat of Henry's heart,

on his smile or frown.

He wanted to be free of La Anna -
but to grant him his wish,

what a picture you put in the minds
of all Christian men.

The Queen of England on her back
with her skirts hauled up.

Come one, come all.

Ha.

Perhaps he will not forgive you,
mon cher,

for exposing him to this ridicule.

Never enter a contest of wills
with the King.

Don't try to flatter him.

Instead, well, give him something
for which he can take credit.

The King hates ingratitude.

He hates disloyalty.

He will give half his kingdom,
rather than be baulked.

He refuses to be cheated out of
any part of his will.

He doesn't want people who say,
"No, but..."

He wants people who say, "Yes..."

IRRITATED: What are you writing?

It's a record of what I've learned.

How to read the king, how to
anticipate him.

Ah. Oh...

A book called Henry.

A dangerous thing to leave
lying around.

I won't leave it lying around.

Never let Henry know he needs you.

He doesn't like to think
he's incurred a debt to a subject.

And don't turn your back on him.

That's not just a matter of
protocol.

BELLS CHIME

So, how did our Lady Mary look?

Ill.

Never send me there again.

Sir, the house,
it was full of the Poles.

They boasted that you were nought.

That Mary was returning to court.

That the Pope would be restored,
and the world put to rights again.

When we went in, we greeted her
as the Lady Mary, but...

She was enraged.

She demanded the title of Princess
and that we should kneel to her.

She says she will never take
the oath.

She cannot accept her father
as the head of the Church.

I do not think she's as strong in
her resolve as her people think.

No?

She did ask, "Why does the Lord
Privy Seal not come himself?"

It is as if she is waiting
for you, sir.

So she can tell all of Europe
you enforced her.

She can take the oath,
and it'd be no blame to her.

Something else?

The King has received a letter
from Rome, from Reginald Pole.

He just stared at it...

..as if it came hot from the pit
and signed by the Devil.

I do not know its contents.

I do.

Pole. His book has come,
out of Italy.

My cousin, my trusted kin.

I paid for his studies, I funded him
to travel.

How can he sleep at night?

The one thing I cannot endure is
ingratitude, disloyalty.

He claims that for the whole of
my reign,

I have plundered my subjects
and dishonoured the nobility,

and that if I will not turn
England back to Rome

and bow before the Pope,
he exhorts the Emperor to invade

and my own subjects to rise up
and murder me.

It must strike Your Majesty
that such a rising

cannot only be against somebody...

..but must also be for somebody.

Of course.

But do you not see how this all
works together?

He exhorts Europe to take arms
against me, and at the very

same hour my own daughter defies me.

The Pole family schemes
to wed him to Mary

and put him on the throne.

Lady Mary regards Your Majesty's
favour more than any bridegroom.

She will comply.
So you say.

But, then, you always defend her.

She's young, Your Majesty.

She's a young woman.

These people who call themselves
her supporters,

they take advantage of her.

I don't believe she can fully
comprehend their schemes.

Well, I lived with her mother
for 20 years,

and I can tell you,
she could comprehend any scheme.

What shall I do for you, sir?

There is an exchange of letters
between Mary and Pole.

I know it.

Find them.

And find out if Margaret Pole knew
about her wretched son's book.

I want him back here from Italy.

Promise what you like.

Assure him what you like.

I want to look him in the eye.

You had a warning of it,
Pole's book.

I've been watching Reginald Pole
for a year.

I still have friends in Italy.

My God.

No wonder you dealt so boldly
with the Poles.

With this card in your hand,
you could bring them down,

the whole family.

I could have brought them down
over two years ago.

Go back to Hunsdon, arrive without
warning. Search the house.

If you find copies of letters
between Lady Mary and Reginald Pole,

any of the Poles, bring them to me,
and me only, Call-Me.

No copies to our friend in France,
Stephen Gardiner.

Sir.

Mary.

Mary!

So, shall I tell the King that
you repudiate him? Reginald.

Repudiate?

That is strong.

Deprecate.

You may say we deprecate his
writings and are dismayed.

I would suggest, astonished.

Struck by sorrow.

Frozen with horror to find he belies
his Prince.

Slanders him, threatens him
with invasion.

Tells him he's damned.

We helped you pull down the Boleyns
when they were threatening

your life. You owe us a debt.

I owe you nothing, madam.

The obligation is entirely on
the other side.

And now I look to your aid to keep
Mary in the land of the living,

where I think she'll do most good.

Even before this...

..this book arrived,
she was in jeopardy

due to her own foolish pride.

But now, because the King suspects
she is complicit with this,

her position is graver still.

And it is your family -
your family, madam -

that has put her in this danger.

I do not see, sir,
what your interest is in this.

If you save Mary, you cannot imagine
she will favour you thereafter.

Should she become Queen,
then she will at once...

My lady Mother.

Ah.

The Treason Act.

I see its tripwire.

It is a crime now to envisage
a future beyond the life

of our present king.

In past months, you've spoken with
the Emperor's man, Chapuys,

and assured him that England's ready
to rise against its king.

Well, it's quite...
Don't interrupt me.

The common law has ways to protect
the realm from traitors, madam.

I mean an act of attainder,
by which all property and lands

are seized without need of trial.

Why don't you write a letter
to Lady Mary?

Saying what? Saying what?

Saying the King is to be obeyed.

You will carry it?

Give it to your friend,
Ambassador Chapuys.

That way the Lady cannot say
it's forged.

You are a snake, Cromwell.

Oh, no.

A dog, madam.

And on your scent.

Today there is only one matter,

the matter of my daughter.

To be defied by her.

To know that my own kin and cousins
urge her on.

To be reviled in my own house by
that monster of ingratitude, Pole.

So, I warn you, if I hear
so much as one voice raised

in support of that errant creature,
my daughter,

I shall know I am hearing treason.

I am taking advice.

I have called in the judges to
consider which is the best way

to bring her to trial.

Jesus save us.

Your flesh and blood?

I implore you...

..think before you do this.

You will make yourself a monster
in the sight of all.

Pardon your old friend's plain
speaking, Majesty.

We are all overwrought.

Fitzwilliam!

Take yourself out of the Council
Chamber before I have you taken out!

My patience is not infinite,
neither with you, nor my daughter!

Some of us are trying to save you
from yourself, Harry.

You are flailing and injuring all
about you

because Pole has insulted you.

You reckon with your enemies,
not your friends.

That you should consider...

..bringing your own daughter
before a court.

Because what then?

I'll tell you now, she is guilty.
What needs a judge?

She will not swear the oath.

She will say she is not a bastard,
but a princess of England,

and that you are no more head
of the Church than I am!

And then what will you do?

Cut off her head?

Hands off, Cromwell!

Oh!

Now, get out.

While YOU still have your head,
you dolt!

Oh, no.

That won't do.

Getting up a fight for my benefit,

when I know that you agree with him.

Mary knows what declaration
I require of her.

She has known it since the oath
was first framed.

If she has entertained some notion
that I will creep back to Rome,

then she is a greater fool
than I thought her.

So, good Privy Seal, as you love me
and love my service,

you will bring this matter
to a conclusion.

We will not come here to
debate it again.

Conclusion?

What does that mean?

Christ, Cromwell...

I think he wants you to kill her.

I'm a dead man, Eustace.

I'm in this matter so deep,
there's no going back.

I assured the King that Mary
would comply.

The Emperor will not suffer Mary
to be mistreated.

He will send ships.

No, no. You know, and I know
as well. Come on.

The Emperor in arms has no power
to save Mary.

The case is urgent.

THUNDER RUMBLES

You eat these raw?
We do.

We bake them in tarts.

Mm.

Mary expected to be embraced without
question once Anne Boleyn came down.

She doesn't know her father.

THUNDER CRACKS

How could she?

She has been in prison for
five years. Prison?

She's been kept in great comfort.

For God's sake, don't tell her that.

Tell her she has suffered
grievously,

in case she feels she has not
done enough.

She boasts to me she's not afraid
of the axe.

She doesn't want to live?

Not at any price, sir.

It is her mother.

I believe she vowed to Catherine
she would never give way.

Vows to the living may be set aside,
with their permission,

but the dead do not negotiate.

THUNDER BOOMS

Only a fool stands in a tower
during a lightning storm.

What's this?

Ah, it's Mary's hand. Ha.

Dear God...

She called you her chief friend
in the world?

Why?

ROLLING THUNDER RUMBLES

Why does she call you her friend?

Something her mother told her.
It can only be that.

Well...

It seems to me that if she
trusts you, so must I.

Which is an unfortunate situation
to be in.

Why? All I ask is you advise that
she be ruled by her father.

The Pope will forgive her...

..if she submits to save her life.

Tell her that you've asked
for absolution for her.

Of course, when Anne Boleyn was
alive, there was no chance

that the King would restore her
to the succession.

But now...

..if she obeys her father in
every particular...

You are making her this offer?

Tell her...

..if she is ever to compromise
her conscience,

now's the time.

When she can do herself
the most good.

It seems to me you are saying
to her,

"You can live, but only as
Cromwell permits.

"You can reign, even, but only
through Cromwell's grace."

Explain it as you like.

THUNDER CRACKS

Oh...

You brought me up here because
you knew the storm

was coming, didn't you?

No, I like watching the sky.

And tell her she need not sign
the usual oath.

I will compose a letter as if
from her to her father.

I'll have it written out,
I'll bring it to her myself.

All she need do is sign it.

If this is discovered, you...

You risk your life for her?

But tell her...

..if she does not give way now,

if she will not sign the letter,
then she's dead to me.

I shall never...

..never see her or speak to her
again.

THUNDER BOOMS

Harry knows he did wrong.

First, he married his brother's
wife,

and then he had the misfortune
to marry a witch.

He knows very well what witches do -
they shrivel your member.

Then you die.

I've told him,
"Majesty, don't brood on it.

"Fetch in the Archbishop.

"Discharge your conscience.

"And start again."

You tell him.

He'll take it from you.

Whereas, me, he...

He thinks I'm a fool.

Come, my lord.

The Howards are twitching.

They want to know what
we're talking about.

Oh.

You're right.

Norfolk doesn't trust you.

He doesn't want you left alone
with Mary.

My Lords of Norfolk and Suffolk.

And Thomas Cromwell, at last.

May we hope Your Lordship will
refrain from abusing

the furnishings. The tapestry
you rent was worth £100.

Was it so?

I wouldn't use it to wipe my arse.

Where's your husband?

Never mind. I'll find him myself.

John!

John Shelton!

John! Where are you?

He attacked the tapestry?

See for yourself.

He tried to tear it down,
in his fury.

He threatened Lady Mary with a
beating if she would not comply.

Well, you know what he is, Anne.

He speaks to a woman as if
she were a town wall,

and he has to breach her.

But I think it was a charade.

A charade? Really?

Norfolk?

I do not think he wants Mary
to acquiesce, not really.

Why not?

SHE HESITATES

When Anne was alive, he could boast
that a Howard sat on the throne.

That's not a boast he liked
to give up. Hmm.

While Mary holds fast...

..he might still find another way
to the throne.

If Mary capitulates and Henry makes
her heir, that hope is lost.

Thomas Howard.

I wonder, you dare?

My Lord Suffolk, you have given
no offence.

Oh.

In that case...

But you...

You must think a woman a very feeble
creature, if you expect

her memory doesn't reach back
a two week.

My sweet lady...

Well...

Here's Cromwell.

All will be right now.

It will be right when my Lord
Norfolk makes it right.

Would you use me as you do
your wife?

What?

I mean, would you beat me?

Who told you I beat my wife?

Cromwell, was it you?

You have no respect for any woman,
though she be set above you by God.

Go out of here.

I wish to speak with Lord Cromwell
alone.

Hold hard, Howard. Here I am.

Unhand me!

It's cramp!

I hear you are Lord Privy Seal.

You are grown very grand,
Lord Cromwell.

I suspect you were always
very grand.

Only we did not see it.

Who knows God's plan?

I understand Monsieur Chapuys
has spoken to you.

Yes.

He's thus offered me certain advice.

Which disappointed you?

Which surprised me.

I hope he brought home to you
the peril in which you stand?

He said Cromwell has used all
the grace that is in him.

Risked all.

He said you feel the axe's edge.

No other lord has spoken for me.

Not Norfolk, he would not.
Not Suffolk, he DURST not.

Not even the Poles or
the Courtenays.

I thought they would all say plain
what I know they believe...

..and would aid me to be restored
in my father's favour.

But they.... But they have left you
to bear the risk.

They have practice at scuttling
into cover.

I have felt...

..so alone.

GLASS SMASHES

It was John Shelton's,
he had it of the Venetians.

You have put all your strength
into saying no.

Now you must say yes.

Do you think only weak people
obey the law?

Because it terrifies them?

Do you imagine only weak people
do their duty,

because they dare not do other?

The truth is far different, Mary.

In obedience, there is strength
and tranquillity.

And you will feel them.

It will be like the sun after
a long winter.

Choose to live, and you will thrive.

Don't read it.

Then you can repudiate it later...

..if you have to.

I often think, why did I not die
in the cradle or the womb,

like my brothers and sisters?

It must be that God has a design
for me.

Soon I, too, may be elevated beyond
what seems possible now.

Well, the will of our...Heavenly
Father is often obscure.

But the will of your earthly
father is plain.

Your resistance has...

..has injured him, it's made him
ill.

I believe it.

It has made me ill, too.

MARY EXHALES

My skull aches.

I would give anything to ride again.

They do not let me have
a saddle horse.

John Shelton is afraid that if
the country people see me,

they will kneel to me and
acclaim me as Princess.

I have a sweet dapple grey
in my stable.

She can be with you tomorrow.

Her name is Douceur.

But you can change it, if you like.

No, it is a good name.

When you come back to court, you can
have everything your heart desires.

BROKEN GLASS TINKLES

The King has spoken to me about
what he will give you.

MARY SOBS SOFTLY

Lady Mary...

MARY SOBS LOUDLY

DOOR OPENS

Mary!

Stop that noise.

MARY SOBS

Let go of the Lord Privy Seal.

And put your cap on.

Oh...!

Look, I'll take you to Lady Bryan
to put you to rights.

Oh...

Blow your nose.

Cromwell.

Did she sign?

Show me.

Show me!

Well done, Crumb.

No, no...

This isn't right.
It's not the official oath.

She recognises the King as
Supreme Head under Christ

of the Church of England.

She acknowledges her mother's
marriage to be incestuous,

under God's law and man's.

What more do you want her to say?

What did you have to promise her?

Nothing.

Her father's love.

Nothing more.

Huh.

Another glass.

Yes, sire.

Another glass.

QUIET CHATTER

She's ready, sire.

This day has been long in coming.

You may conduct her to us,
Lord Cromwell.

We have done our best with her.

In my opinion, a gentler hue
would have flattered her complexion,

but she wished to be as regal
as possible.

I'm more concerned she doesn't trip
over her feet and land

before her father in a heap.

My Lord Cromwell.

My Lady.

I forgot to thank you
for the dapple grey.

She is a gentle creature,
as you promised.

Madam, King is waiting.

Lord Cromwell sent me a pretty
mount from his own stable.

Her name was Douceur.

It is a good name,
but I have renamed her.

I've called her Pomegranate.

It was my mother's emblem.

I am bound to you now,
Lord Cromwell.

I'm bound to pray
for you during my life.

Here.

Wear this.

Oh!

It's too big. It can be reset.

You're too generous, my sweetheart.

You are gracious, madam.

I wish you nothing
but what is for your comfort.

I hope you will have a child soon.

I shall pray for it daily.

I take you now
as my own lady mother.

As if God had ordained the same.

SHE WHISPERS

The Queen says it would be difficult
even for God to ordain,

as she is but seven years
your senior.

Tell her it is an expression
of my regard.

It is an established form
of well-wishing. Her Grace...

You understand, don't you,
sweetheart?

Shall we go in?

I will not go before you.

Madam, you are Queen. You must.

Then let us go as sisters.

Neither one before the other.

Come, angels...

Is she not a jewel unto herself?

Is she not, Cromwell?

Lord Cromwell has behaved to my lady
daughter with such tenderness

and care that he could not have done
more if he were my own kinsman.

Which, of course, he could not be.

THEY LAUGH

But I mean to reward him,

and his whole house.

Lord Cromwell could not be more
to me than if he were my own kin.

And then he remembered
who my parents were.

THEY LAUGH

To your success, sir, though
you ran it to the danger point.

He delays to show his power.

Nothing amiss there,
since he has it.

Yes. Well, let us hope you have no
reason to regret your goodness

towards her.

Mm. Mm.

I promised her mother I'd look
after her.

What?

When?

When I went up to Kimbolton,
when she was ill.

Just before she died.

Catherine asked me to promise
that no harm would come

to her daughter.

Why did you agree to it?

You could not know, sir,
what Catherine was asking.

That's the point of a promise,
isn't it?

It wouldn't have any value if you
could see what it might cost you

when you make it.

Still, best if it goes no further.

We shall consign it to the shadows.

Don't try and make it a dirty
little secret, Riche.

It was an act of kindness, no more.

Does Mary know about this promise?

No, no-one knows.

I've never spoken about it
till this moment.

Back in the Cardinal's day, they
used to call me the butcher's dog,

and that's what I am.
I'm a good dog.

If you sent me to guard something,
I'll do it.

HE TINKLES WINE GLASS

CARDINAL LAUGHS

I'd forgotten that.

That Stephen Gardiner called you
my butcher's dog.

Mm.

Meant unkindly, of course,
because of my father's

lowly profession,

and not understanding the most
important thing about a dog.

That he is loyal and true.

And you have been loyal, Thomas.

You've wreaked a terrible vengeance
on my enemies in these days,

my friend.

Thomas More and the Queen,
her brother,

Brereton...

..Norris.

If I wanted to revenge myself
on all your enemies,

I'd have to strike down
half the nation.

CARDINAL LAUGHS

No doubt, no doubt.

Of course, some might ask
who was the greatest

of Wolsey's enemies?

Some might ask when chance serves,

what revenge will Cromwell take
on his sovereign?

Such thoughts...

..might reach the King.

And there's an end of it.

There are no endings,
only beginnings.

Come on, master butcher,

throw your dog a bone.