03x05 - Problems in the Reformation

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My own darling!

One day I lie with you, again.

I promise.

And we shall sleep together
for eternity.

Get out of the way,
fellow!

Sorry, sir.
Was you trying to pass?

Of course I'm
trying to pass.

Quickly, now!

If I knows anything, sir,
you're Mr. Robert Packington, sir.

Member of Parliament and friend
of the Lord Privy Seal.

Ain't that right, sir?



Yes... on all counts.

But I thank you again, to step aside.

- Ain't you in a hurry, sir.
- Yes, I am!

No need.

This will end the hurrying!

- Have we caught the villain?
- No, my Lord,

he ran off into Cheapside.

The Sergeant-at-Arms has his men
all over the area.

Pray God they catch him!

For I am sure Mr. Packington was,
in every way, an innocent victim.

Then why was he k*lled?

Presumed, to send a message to me.

I am not short of enemies, Mr. Risling.

There is nothing more difficult to carry out
than to initiate a new "order of things".



Then you think Bishop Gardner
might be behind this...

or My Lord Suffolk?

I don't speculate.

What I will say is that there
are Dark Forces at work,

both and outside the Court.

They must be defeated.

And we must be careful not to act
until we are completely sure...

of who they are
and WHAT they want.

In the meantime, we must set to work
finding a new bride for the King.

It's true, He has an heir,
at last, but...

one is scarcely sufficient.
To be safe, He MUST produce another.

How is the King?

Hmmpf...

He's shut himself away.

Some say for grief,
that He's all broken,

and will have none attend him.

Well, only one.

Who is that?

- Hey!
- Majesty.

Well?
What do you think?

I don't think!
Are you mad!

Thinking is dangerous.

But I'll wink.

Idiot.

Wha... ha... at?

What about you?

Think about it.
You find the perfect wife,

she's sweet, piable,
she even has good tits,

on top of that, she gives you
the son you've always wanted,

and you let her die!

Jesus Christ, I've never seen..
You think I'M the idiot?

And she's not the only one.

Poor, abandoned Catherine.

Careful!

And that other one,
whose name escapes me...

as her head escape her.

- All lost. All lost!
- Go to hell!

What? Go there?
I thought I'd already arrived.

For, surely, gracious Lord,
this IS hell.

Poor lamb.
Never to know his own mother.

No.
He will know Her.

Through me.

Through others that
knew Her gentle kindness.

We shall all keep Her memory so green,
that He will think it always Spring,

and She still so young and fair,
when He first hears talk of Her.

My Lady's household is now
to be dissolved.

The King Himself seems very grieved
by Her death, but He has commanded

that no effort be spared to protect
this precious jewel, His only son.

A new household is to be
established for Him at Hampton Court,

and am to head it, responsible altogether
for His nurture and education.

I can not think of no-one
who could be trust more, Lady Bryan.

Perhaps, someday soon, God willing,
Lady Mary, You Yourself will have a child.

I heard some rumour of
a Spanish Prince.

Yes, but there is
nothing definite.

And, in the meantime,
I shall return to Hunsdon,

and live quietly in the countryside
like an English gentlewoman.

Except, that I shall take the
Lady Elizabeth with me.

Knowing that young Lady,
you shall have no quiet at all!

I don't mind.

She and my brother Edward are...

excepting the King,
my only family,

and I shall love them all.

Oh, I had forgotten!
How is your son, Sir Francis?

Had he not gone away for the King?

He has, my Lady.
But, alas, I have no news of him.

Sir Francis, I came especially
to welcome you to Caserta.

Leave!

?Qu??

Go.

May I see your
Letters of Passage?

These are Letters of Introduction
to the Prince of Naples.

You don't trust me?

I need to see those letters.

And I need to see Cardinal Pole.

Do you really suppose you can
thr*aten me, Sir Francis?

Heh, heh, heh, heh!

You're sheltering a traitor!
I want to know where he is.

You are going to tell me,
or God help me, I'll k*ll you,

and I have the immunity to do it.

So, is he here?

Is... he... here?

Where is he?!

It's called "Nonsuch Palace".

Why?

Because it doesn't exist?

Hah.

No.

Because there's no place...
like it.

But, it doesn't exist!

I'll build it.

Then You will have built an
imaginary palace,

and You will need imaginary
people to fill it.

Are there not lots of those?

I think so, for You are one,
and I another,

and the whole Court is imaginary,
and all this is a dream-m-m.

It's all I have.

Then dream on.

Good-night, Cardinal Pole.

Wait!

Wait!

Huh.

I've grown afraid of my own shadow.

Hmm.

The Papal Seal.
The Holy Father blessed It Himself.

I feel safe when I have It.

Will you sleep
outside the door?

Yes, Your Eminence.

- Good night, then.
- Good night, Eminence.

Shh! Don't move.

Traitor!

Arghh!

He got away.

Sweetheart?

Is all well with you?

Yes...

no,

for sometimes I think I do not want
this child in my belly.

Oh, my love, why do you say so?

For I will always be haunted
by the ghost of other children.

m*rder*d children.

Unwanted.

Unloved for the bloody
memories it provokes.

Better it was gone,
before it was ever born.

I have other ideas
for the palace.

I'll construct beautiful gardens,

full of groves,
hidden dells, paths.

There'll be a grove of Diana,
showing the Goddess in Her bath.

Statues everywhere,
fountains spouting water,

wildst marble birds pour forth
water from their bills.

What do you say, Fool?

I like it all.
I like everything about it.

Except the groves.
I don't like the groves,

or the fountains,
or the paths,

or the marble birds.

Everything else, I like.

You don't understand.

Hmph.

The French king has a palace at
Chambrond which is the ENVY of all the world.

But Nonsuch will Tr*mp it
a hundred... a thousand times.

Then, in time,

like everything else,
it will dissolve away.

Like the ruins
of ancient Rome,

the Colossus of Rhodes,

all things tend
towards their ruin.

Even great houses and
the fools who build them.

And so, in a little space,

there will indeed be Nonsuch Palace,
for it will all be gone.

A vacancy. A nullity.
A green fort in a green shade.

And yet...

people will say there once existed
a great palace there.

A palace beyond beauty.
A palace beyond compare.

And King Henry built it.

And so, it will still exist.

Sure, sure.

The only things which exist
are in people's heads,

and You never found a head so fine,
but You could make it fly?

Hmm, hmm, hmm.

Your turn.

- Don't Play the Fool.
- Why not?

You'll lose the game.

Indeed, but, hey, I would much rather
lose the game than lose my head.

Fool!

Gawan, you're up late.
Does your master Seymour know?

What are you scared of?

Argh! Ugh...

Poor coward!

Who is he?

Sir Gawan Carew,
one of Lord Seymour's retainers.

Why was he k*lled?

It may have been for a
gambling debt, my Lord.

MAY have been.

We are investigating,
my Lord.

You have not found the k*ller?

No, my Lord.

Although it seems possible it was
one of my Lord Sussex's retainers.

It's illegal to carry arms in court while the
King is in residence. The penalties are severe.

Yes, my Lord.

What about my friend, Mr. Packington?
Have you not found his k*ller?

No, my Lord.

No.

It seems to me, Sergeant, that as the
man appointed to keep order at Court,

you are singularly failing
in your duties.

I trust you will now aprehend the
villain and prevent any further v*olence.

Otherwise, YOU will pay
the price for your failures.

It's in order!

- You may take Sir Francis through, Lady Bryan.
- Thank you.

- This way, Francis.
- Mama.

What's this?

The King's given orders personally

that all the rooms and chambers and
passages around the Prince's appartments

are to be scrubbed with soap,
3 times daily.

The Prince also has
His own kitchen,

where all His meals are prepared,
now that He's weaned from Mother Jack.

Everything He might touch
is to be washed,

and everything He might eat,
tasted for poison.

His personal chamberlain supervises
His meals, His robes and daily bath.

He must be the cleanest baby in England.

He is the most precious baby in England.

My Lord!

Thank you, Lady Bryan.

Why have you come here?

Has the King banished you to the nursery,

for letting Cardinal Pole
slip through your fingers?

His Majesty is anxious to assure Himself
of His son's well-being.

He has no need to be concerned.

The protection of the Prince is
also my first priority.

Since he is also of my blood.

I thank you, Sir Francis, in future,
to leave my nephew alone.

And my wife, too.

Do I make myself clear?

Hmph.

The Lord Chancellor!

Ah, Richie, please take a seat.

There's something new I would
like to discuss with you.

You know, of course, that the King has seen
fit to start remodelling most of His palaces,

including the enlargement at Hampton Court.

My Lord, I have already released
funds for the project,

and also for the construction of
St. James' Palace.

Well, here's a new one.

This is a fantasy work.

It will cost a fortune.

As a result of the
dissolution of the monasteries,

his Majesty has gained a large fortune.

Yes, but did you ever suppose it
be squandered on...

Fantasies?

Can you not...

talk to Him?

Ritchie...

what the King wills,
the King must have.

It's not to be argued with or crossed,

He's still mouring the
death of His beloved wife.

And He will talk to no-one
but Will Summers.

Will Summers?

Hi... His Fool?

He will talk to no-one
but His Fool?

It's not the first time.

An extremist, always.

- For how long?
- I don't know,

but I wish He would come out,
for without Him...

we're all gone to Hell.

Now, Fool, Fool, there's something
else we have to decide.

We have to decide which Articles of
Faith and which Commandments are best...

for Our new Church, Our people,

so they can...
walk in good ways.

Oh!

Thou shall not what?

Play the Fool?

Covet thy neighbour's wife.

Unless she's very pretty.

Or his manservant, maidservant, ox, ass...

...or your neighbour's wife's ass?

Do not be facetious, Fool.

Did you know...
Did you know...

That in Exodus there are
613 Commandments?

"Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. "

"Thou shat have 3 Feast Days
unto me, a year. "

"Thou shalt never vex a stranger. "

"Who so-ever lies with a beast
shall be surely put to death. "

Sheep-shaggers.

Pigeon-fanciers.

"Thou shall not venerate the
Vicar of Rome. "

Or lick His ass.

For Thine is the Kingdom...

...The power and the glory.

Amen.

That's the doxology.

Doxology?

It's the dog's bloody bollocks.

I miss her, Will.

I miss her so much.

I know, but this, too, shall pass.

Why go on dwelling in darkness?

You know that the land
of the wounded king

is only a parched wasteland,

thirsting for rain and
Your Majesty's grace.

Sir, there's a fight.
You best come quick.

Whoever you are, hold!

Drop your swords, in the name of the King!
You are committing treason!

You, sir!

Give up your swords!

I say, on pain of death, give them up!

You heard the Sergeant,
give me your sword.

Very well!

Go.
Go now!

Go!

Yargh!

Yahh!

While the King is indisposed,

no-one has the authority to
make decisions on His behalf!

The Prince, my nephew,
is in my custody,

and no-one is, or will be allowed to
see Him, without my written approval.

He is the King's son,
and the property of the State.

He is not your property, my Lord.

Lord Privy Seal!

My Lords,

Your Grace.

I beg you, can we not now come to order.

By what right, and by whose command, Mr.
Secretary, do you summon the King's Council?

My Lord Haussey, as you well know,
the King is incommunicado.

Then your only authority to put yourself
above others is a usurped one!

As Lord Privy Seal, I think
I have the right and the responsibility,

"in loco parentis", of summoning
your Lordships to Council!

Gentlemen!
Gentlemen!

Surely you can see there
must be a meeting of Council.

In the absence of the King

there has been much malevolence
and v*olence at Court,

including, now, the death of
the Sergeant at Arms.

I have heard that your own servants are much
involved in the v*olence, Mr. Secretary.

Some say that they may
have even provoked it.

It that could be proved, I should
rightly forefeit Your Lordship's trust,

but I can assure your Grace,
it is not true,

and others should look to
their own conscience.

What do you mean by that?

I mean there are some who desire
disorder with all their hearts,

thinking of using it, at the
end, to their own advantage.

Mr. Cromwell, you presume too far
above your very BASE and low degree!

Until the King is well, you will not
summon me any more, to any thing!

- Here, here!
- Here, here!

Not even for a dog-fight!

I'm with you, my Lord!

For God's sake, have you
any news of the King?

Yes, he's rewriting
the Lord's Prayer,

and the Ten Commandments.

- WHAT?!
- Exactly.

- How are the prawns?
- Delicious.

I've warned Sir Francis Bryan
to stay away from you.

Why?

He's dangerous.

Well, not to you, surely.
Not with the boy.

The King listens to him.
That makes him dangerous to everyone.

I shall have to destroy him.

What a pity!
He makes me laugh.

I'm sure he makes
a lot of women laugh.

It's a very small thing to you.
Isn't it... Edward?

I think there are more
important things, yes.

No doubt, you're right.

But as long as you do,
don't expect me to be faithful to you.

May I have some more prawns?

Wakey, wakey!

His Majesty would like to see you...

at once.

- Master Cromwell.
- Majesty.

How goes the world?

The King of France has written to Your Majesty
to congratulate You on the birth of Your son.

Tell Francis, Divine Providence

has mingled my joy with
the bitterness of death...

of Her who brought me such...
happiness.

Tell Bishop Gardner
I want to see Him.

- I wiss to talk to Him.
- Of course, Your Majesty.

How is my son?

Everything's being done
to protect the Prince,

in strict accordance with
Your Majesty's instructions.

I love that boy.

If anything should ever happen to Him...

- Majesty, I wonder...
- Wonder?

Tell me,

what do you wonder,
Master Cromwell?

I wonder if Your Majesty could frame
Your mind towards a new marriage.

After all, however much is
done to protect the Prince...

I may frame my mind,
why not?

What do you suggest?

I took the liberty of
instructing our Ambassadors

in France and the Low Countries
to begin making enquiries.

And?

The French have proposed two
possible consorts for Your Majesty:

Margaret,
the daughter of the King, and

Marie,
the daughter of the Duc de Guise.

Our Ambassador to France sings the latter's
praises, although it seems She is

half-promised to the King of Scotland.

Majesty?

How is the King?

He has, just lately,
emerged from His seclusion.

It is said, that although He
is little disposed to it,

the Council is urging Him to take
the extreme step of marrying again.

Marriage?

I don't suposse you've heard any more,
perhaps, on Dom Luis' and my marriage?

As to that, Lady Mary, I'm afraid
I have no news for You,

whether good or bad.

It seems, perhaps, the issue
is in abeyance,

at least for the time being.

Perhaps it is my fate
never to marry.

No, gentle Lady!

No.

I am sure the King will
make up His mind to...

to arrange a most
brilliant marriage for You.

If not to Dom Luis, then to
someone even more eligible.

I thought you said
Dom Luis was incomprable?

- Madam, I did not mean...
- No. You meant well.

You always mean well.

Jane's Household is
now all broken up.

- Where will You go, Lady Misseldon?
- Live with my mother.

What about the young man
you're engaged to?

Robert Tavistock?

I think he is not
so interested in me.

Well, he is a fool, then.

You're kind to think so,
Sir Francis.

Is he so foolish that
he'll turn down a Peerage,

and a gift of one of
the dissolved abbeys,

if he agrees to marry you?

Majesty, I would think less of him

if he were to accept such gifts
in order to love me.

Your Majesty has been more than
generous and gracious,

but I am settled in my plan to go
home and see what shall become of me.

In my present state of mind,

you could not have said
a more admirable thing.

You may leave with
Our love and blessing.

One more night.

- The traitor Pole escaped you.
- Yes.

We had other agents looking for him,
but he was smuggled off to Italy.

No doubt he's sitting on
the Pope's lap, even now.

This betrayal hurts me.

Pity it is that the folly
of one brain-sick Pole,

or to say better, one witless fool,
should be the ruin of so great a family.

Though I cannot touch him,

I swear I will make
him eat his heart.

The Holy Father mentioned you
in His prayers today.

He thanked God for
your safe deliverance.

I was sure I was going to die.

Oh, no.

Death is not ready for you, yet.

God has something else in mind.

How else to explain the
miracle of your survival?

Aah!

My brother, Lord Montague,
has sent me a letter.

Oh?
Show me.

"I send you God's blessing and mine,

although my trust to
have comfort in you

has turned to sorrow.

It is incredible to me that by reason of a
Brief sent to you by the Bishop of Rome,

you should be resident
with Him for this winter.

If you keep that way,
then farewell all my hope,

and God save your mother
and all your family. "

What should I do?

This letter was not
written by your brother,

but dictated to him by Cromwell,
the messenger of Satan.

Never let the Devil beguile you,
either with His threats or His promises.

The price of your soul
is eternal vigilance.

If you once let down your guard,

the Devil will slip, like
a serpent, into your mouth.

And forever afterwards HE
will speak for you.

My Lord Bishop,

You and Your Committee were
asked to examine

and determine the Doctrine
Church of England.

But You seem unable
to agree on anything!

Your Majesty,

there continue to be some

fundamental theological differences
between members of the Committee.

I am aware of that.

But I've grown very impatient and
I Will not tolerate any more divisions.

I have formulated six
Fundamental Doctrinal Questions.

The answer to these Questions
will form the basis of our Faith.

Well, of course,

as you Majesty wishes.

I shall go at once to Canterbury
and consult with the Archbishop.

My Lord...

save yourself the journey.

Hmm?

I think We understand
each other very well.

Let's Archbishop Cranmer
to tend His own garden.

There's really no need
to bother Him.

Don't You agree?

Your Majesty,

here are the Six Articles of Faith,
on which Your Majesty's Church of England,

is to be built and sustained.
- Read Them.

The First Article concerns the truth
of the transubstantiation of God.

By the consecration of the bread
and the wine at Holy Mass,

there takes place a change in
the whole substance of the bread

into the substance of the body
of Christ, our Lord,

and a change in the substance of the wine,
into the substance of His blood.

The penalty for denying this
is death by burning,

even after recantation.

The Second Article concerns
the withholding of the Cup

from the laity during Communion.

For if we offer them the Blood of Christ,

they will lose all their reverence
for the Holy Sacraments,

and the power of the Blood
will be washed away.

The Third Article prescribes the

continued validity of the
vows of celibacy for all...

priests and nuns.
For does St. Paul not say:

"He that is without a wife

is solicitous for the things of
the Lord, how he may please God.

And he with his real wife is solicitous
for the things of the world. "

ALL priests who are now married
must forthwith desert their wives,

or face the penalty of death.

The Fourth Article concerns the
observation of the Vows of Chastity.

A priest makes a Vow of Chastity,

and any violation of that Vow much surely
be a sin against religion.

To turn aside a Vow to God,

and to writhe in
the Pit of Fornication

is to follow the Devil willingly
into the mouth of Hell.

The Fifth Article, herein decided,
is concerned with

the continuation of Private Masses,

whereby good Christian people

may receive both Godly
and goodly consolation

and blessings for their souls.

The Sixth Article confirms the
importance of Confession.

"Confitemini alterutrum peccato vestra. "

Confess your sins to one another.

Anyone who disputes
against these Articles

must now be considered a Heretic,

like those extreme Lutherans,
who now roam this land.

The punishment for transgression is to be
death by hanging, drawing and quartering.

as well as forfeiture of
estates and property.

And any man,

who decides to try to flee England
in the face of these new Articles

will be considered to
have committed treason,

and suffer, accordingly, the
awful fate handed out to traitors.

Thank You, my Lord Bishop.

- Your Eminences are to be
congratulated on Your hard work,

and manifest wisdom.

Here we have 6 Articles we may
adhere to with a clear conscience.

There is one final Amendment.

Henceforth, the Lord's Prayer will be
altered to include the doxology:

"For Thine is the Kingdom,
the Power and the Glory,

Amen. "
- Amen.

My Lords, Eminences, Your Grace,

now that these matters
have been determined,

let us prosecute,
with absolute diligence,

all those who stubbornly
stand against us.

- There aren't Six Articles, they're
a whip with six strings.

Cranmer will have to send his wife
and son back to Germany...

or be b*rned.

Oh, it's not just that, Mr. Rich.

Private Masses, Confessions, the Body
and the Blood of Christ.

These are Catholic measures.

He's rolled back the reforms.
It's the end of our Reformation.

- Why?
- Because in His heart,

He has always been a true Catholic.

Except this one thing: that He
would have neither Pope,

nor Luther, nor any other
man set above him.