04x04 - Natural Ally

Episode transcripts for the TV show "The Tudors". Aired: 1 April 2007 –; 20 June 2010.*
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Centers around the early years of King Henry VIII's nearly 40-year reign (1509-1547) of England.
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04x04 - Natural Ally

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The King approaches!

His Majesty's coming!

Ready!

Attention!

Right turn!

Ready!

Sir Ralph, my lords and gentlemen,

I thank God at last,
I have been able to come among

my faithful servants in
Yorkshire and the North.

Allow me to introduce my wife,

- Queen Katherine.
- Your Majesty.

And you know my eldest daughter,
the Lady Mary.

My Lady.

Your Majesties...
and all those with you...

are welcome to Pontefract Castle.

I trust your stay
here will bring you

both pleasure and profit.

- Sir Ralph.
- Your Majesty.

Culpepper!

I will sleep with
the Queen tonight.

- Bring her to me.
- Majesty.

The King seems in good spirits,
your Grace.

His Majesty is very well,
Sir Ralph.

He has both a new Queen and
it seems a new lease on life.

His progress here has been joyful.

Crowds have come out to cheer him

and eminent men have made
speeches to praise him.

There will be men come here too,
now and in a while;

Men who once wore the emblem of

rebellion came now to
express their shame for it.

Right men, pull out!

Welcome back to Pontefract
Castle, your Grace.

Forgive me.

These walls must remind
your Grace of other times.

They do.

I must confess to you, Sir Ralph,

that this hall is filled
with ghostly presences

that I should rather forget.

For me, too.

I know he was an arch traitor,

but my Lord Darcy...
Old Tom...

he still seems to haunt
these battlements.

I half expect to see
him on my way to bed.

Tell me, truly:

How do the people cope
here without their saints,

their superstitions,
their monasteries?

There are some... a few...

who still grumble at the
empty niches in the churches,

the absence of candles
and prayers for the dead.

But it seems with the death
of Secretary Cromwell

that the reforming
zeal has slackened.

You there...

Or has it? No one knows,
your Grace,

whether the King means to
continue stripping the altars,

or return to the old ways.

They are often afraid
to open their mouths,

in case they should
say the wrong thing.

It is not always easy to read
the King's mind, Sir Ralph.

Majesty.

My Lady.

- Lady Rochford.
- Master Culpepper.

His Majesty is ready
to receive you.

Later?

Your Majesty, the Queen is here.

Your Majesty.

I have just heard that the Emperor

and the King of France
are on the brink of w*r.

Surely your Majesty does
not want to see me...

at... such a time?

Why?

Because...

you have more important matters.

More important than you?

Yes.

Let them have their w*r.

Do you know who d*ed here,
in this castle?

Plenty, I suspect.

No. Important men.

No.

Richard the Second d*ed here,
after he was deposed.

He was 33 years of age.

They kept him here as a prisoner.
They starved him to death.

Poor ghost.

He made the mistake of favouring

lesser men over greater ones.

For such mean creatures
are determined

not just to usurp the nobility,

but to destroy us altogether.

Sometimes, my Lord, it may be so.

But surely the King is right
where he gives offices

and dignities to those
with the right qualities?

No. Those men that are made

by the King of vile birth
have been the distraction

of all the nobility of this realm!

And if God calls away the King,

- they will suffer for it!
- My Lord,

be careful not to wish
the King's life away.

That is treason!

Sir Thomas,

I think your friend
Surrey is snarling at you.

His Majesty, the King!

Mr. Sidwell, your Majesty.

Your Majesty, we your
humble servants confess

that we wretches have
most grievously, wantonly,

and heinously offended your Majesty

in the most unnatural, odious,

and distasteful acts

of outrageous disobedience
and traitorous rebellion.

We beg your Majesty
to rid your mind

of any relics of indignation

you might still harbour against us,

and we pray henceforward
to pray ceaselessly

for your preservation,

and for that of your queen and
of your son, the Prince Edward,

so God Almighty help us!

I harbour

no relics of indignation
against you.

And for these shows of loyalty

I forgive you all your
trespasses against us.

Long live the King!

The Lady Mary Tudor.

There she is.

Lady Mary, God bless you!

God bless your Majesty!

My Lady! My Lady! Wake up!

Joan?

What time...?

Look.

God bless Lady Mary!

I want you to say a prayer for his Grace,
the King's Majesty.

We pray for his Majesty's
long and blessed reign

and for his good health.

In the name of the Blessed Virgin

whose only Son d*ed
in agony for our sins.

In the name of the Father, Son,

and Holy Ghost, I bless all of you.

All shall be well.

All manner of things shall be well.

Benedictus Deus.

God bless his Majesty!

Long live the house of Tudor!

I... would be...

A woodcock.

Good choice.

Because it's a cock.

What is it?

It's him!

It is him, isn't it?

Mr. Francis Dereham, your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

Mr. Dereham.

Francis, please... Your Majesty.

Why have you come here?

I came to give you this.

What is it?

A letter of recommendation
from the Dowager Duchess.

You remember the Duchess,
don't you, your Majesty?

Why do you need such a letter?

I believe such a thing

is obligatory if one
is seeking employment.

When you read it,
you will see that since

we last met I have held a
number of responsible positions

in the Duchess's household,

for which she freely commends me.

It is not possible for me
to offer you employment...

Francis.

But why not?

You must keep a
large establishment.

But do you have a secretary?

I would make an
excellent secretary.

Surely you can understand why
I cannot offer you anything?

But you employed Joan Bulmer,
didn't you?

And she knows what I know.

So... what is the difference?

I was bound to notice that one
of your ladies announced me.

Does that mean you have
no usher for your chamber?

I am very sure you ought to,

considering who you are.

I can't...

Oh, but you can, your Majesty.

You are, after all,
the Queen of England.

You can do as you will.

All right.

Just take care what
words you speak!

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty,
the French Ambassador.

- Excellency!
- Your Majesty.

I trust you will not forget
to convey to your master

what you have seen here today:

Thousands of former
rebels come to offer

their supplication to
their anointed King!

I will, of course,

convey these tremendous
events to his Majesty.

No. You will tell him,
based on what you have seen,

that it would be foolish

to contemplate an
invasion of this island

in the mistaken belief
that it is riven

with religious discord and
full of discontented men.

Majesty, I am very sure

that my master has no such plans.

On the contrary, he regards
England as his natural ally

against the Emperor.

Good. Excellency.

Your Grace, what preparations
are made for our visit to York?

Majesty, chambers are being
made ready for your Majesty

in the former abbey of St.
Mary, and furnished

with your Majesty's tapestries
and plate brought from London.

Tents are also being erected
in the Abbey grounds

to accommodate your court

and that of King James's
court when he arrives.

Good.

Sweetheart, how are you?

I am well, thank you...
your Majesty.

I must tell your Majesty
that today I appointed

a new Private Secretary
and Usher to my Chambers.

What... will you write letters now?

You don't mind?

Of course not. I've told you
you must do what you will.

Thank you.

Uncle.

Uncle.

Madam, your good health!

Thank you, your Grace.

Hello, Joan.

Just like old times, eh?

No.

These times is different, Francis.
You know that very well.

Just imagine, Joanie! Our Kate,

our little Katie is
Queen of England.

She's not our Kate anymore.

She belongs to him.

She belongs to the King...
and don't you forget it.

Don't you ever get any ideas
into that mind of yours.

What kind of ideas?

You know very well
what I'm talking about.

Those days are over, Francis.

They're dead!

This is a good living.

This is the highest living
you or I could ever dream of!

For God's sake, don't spoil it.

Not for us and not for her!

So... where am I to sleep?

Not here. Not with us!

For heaven's sake...

you must ask the King's
chamberlain for a place.

Do you understand?

I suppose so.

What's that?

Just a kiss.

For old times' sake!

Who's there?

My Lord Darcy.

Your Grace.

You're dead.

Yes... but not yet at rest.

The living don't know
that the recent dead

are always around them.

We go here and there,
to do penance,

to make sure our
relatives are well,

while we await our second death.

Why do you appear to me?

I am among the Dead.

I have joined the ghosts

of all your victims, your Grace.

But do not grieve too much,

for they are not bitter.

Even the children think of nothing

but stopping this endless motion,

this rushing here and there,

like doubles of our earthly selves.

And when we have settled
all our accounts,

the angels will come to take
us to the place of rest.

I wish you had not bothered me.

But now I would not have you go.

I am not really here.

But I can see you

and hear you.

You are Darcy.

I am not Darcy! I am nothing!

If you reached out your hand

to touch me,
it would find only air.

I'm sorry that I betrayed you.

Forgive me,

Old Tom.

I can't do that.

The living are so selfish.

They can think of
nothing but themselves.

Windsor Castle

Qui mihi

discipulus puer es...

Qui mihi... dis...

Edward,

now listen closely.

When you have a tutor,

you have to learn
these things, Edward.

Cupis atque...

- Doceri...
- Cupis...

Atque doc...

You want to go and play?

Yes, if it please you, sister.

One day you will be a
great King, Edward.

I know you will be.

And very strong.

But also fair and merciful.

I want you to be a just ruler,

and then indeed you
shall be a great King.

Now... go along and play.

Thank you, Elizabeth.

And God bless you!

Mr. Thomas Culpepper.

- My Lady. Yes Majesty.
- Your Majesty.

Who is that?

His name is Francis Dereham.

But where did he come from?

I knew him a long time ago.

We both lived with
the Dowager Duchess.

She wrote to me
recommending his services.

How well did you know him?

What are you trying to say?

How well did you know him?

We were children!

You were never a child. Ever!

You should know!

Don't touch me!

Don't ever touch me like that!

Don't you know who I am?

Or what I could do to you?

You don't think you're
the only one, do you?

I have a store of other
lovers beside you!

Now get out! Get out!

Your Majesty.

Your Grace!

Your Majesty...

The devoted clergy of your
Majesty's Church of England,

and the nobility and
loyal gentlemen of York,

welcome you most heartily.

In gratitude for your
Majesty's gracious pardon

of our previous,
and grievous, sins,

we hope your Majesty will
accept these purses of gold.

Majesty.

We thank your Grace.

We thank York!

Is everything prepared for
the King of Scotland's visit?

Yes, your Majesty.

King James is waiting
across the border.

I have sent post horses and
messages of reassurance to him.

Why? What is he afraid of?

Does he think we're
going to k*ll him?

And it's the same one?

The one who visited her at night?
To whom she was promised?

Yes, my Lady.
It's the same gentleman.


Can I interest you in this?

He has not changed much.

Was he always so familiar?

That is his way.

Lord help us.

More wine, my Lady?

- No. Thank you.
- Oh, come on.

Just a little? One more.

I said no, Mr. Dereham.

Thank you.

Christ!

I'm going to bed.

- Your Majesty.
- Ladies?

- Your Majesty.
- Come, ladies.

Ladies.

Mr. Dereham...
I don't know who you are,

but you have no right
to be so familiar

with the Queen of England!

Or blaspheme in her presence.

Mr. Fell,

I know the Queen of England a
great deal better than you do.

I don't think so.

What do you mean
"I don't think so"?

Her name is Katherine Howard,

and I've known her a long time.

We used to be very close.

Very close.

Good night, sweet Edward.

Lady Bryan!

Lady Bryan! Come quickly!

He has a fever. Feel his head.

- Go fetch a physician. Run!
- Yes Madam.

- Send a message to my Lord Hertford.
- Yes my Lady.

Poor lamb!

Your behaviour is a
complete outrage.

I want you to promise, Mr. Dereham,

that from now on you will
not speak of the Queen

in ways which offend
her proper dignity.

Her dignity!

I shall speak of her how I like.

But you must not be so familiar.

So familiar?

Believe me, I am very
familiar with her.

For God sake's, man!

Your bragging and your
lies only harm yourself.

My lies?

You think that I am lying?
Let me tell you something, Mr. Fell.

I know Katherine
Howard well enough,

for I have had her by the c**t...

My God, man!

And I would know it among a hundred others.

I want you to give him a message.

Who, your Majesty?

You know who!

Culpepper!

- Tell him... I must see him.
- My Lady...

Tell him there is a
way into my chamber.

Tell him to come tomorrow,
when the King is asleep.

What is it?

Some kind of tertiary fever,
my Lord Hertford.

Is he in danger?

Is his life in danger? Answer me!

If the fever persists,
then perhaps.

We do have some remedies, my Lord.

Shall we tell the King?

No.

If he felt obliged to curtail
his progress and hurry back,

only to find the Prince
quite recovered...

Apply your remedies.
For God's sake...

and for the sake of
peace in this realm

don't let him die.

It's very interesting.

It's his cousin, is it not?

Kate.

- Your Majesty.
- Your Majesty.

Good afternoon, ladies.

Your Majesty.

I am sorry I have left
you so much alone.

I have had much to do with
Council and other matters.

Now, as you know, my nephew,
James, King of Scots,

is due to visit here presently.

We are to sign a peace treaty.

And then we shall straight
back to London. I promise.

I am at your Majesty's command.

Always.

Now tell me, is there any sign
that you may be with child?

Gentlemen.

I hear the King of
Scotland is coming!

York will be full of drunken Scots

with their brawny arms and togas.

What a boon for you ladies!

Sit down, Mr. Dereham.

- Did you send the message?
- Och, aye! - Yes.

Will he come?

We knew a Scot, didn't we?

What was his name?

Do you remember? What was it?

Manox.

You remember Manox?

Sir?

Mr. Dereham!

Joan, you must remember Manox?

I think you and he...

That's quite enough, Mr. Dereham.

Ladies.

Your Majesty.

Gentlemen.

How dare you!

I shall tell the King.

He ought to know how beggardly
his wife's servants treat her.

Damn you, Fell!

- Damn you.
- Mr. Dereham! Stop it!

Stop it now!

What's that, my Lord?

Oh, nothing. A trifle.

I daresay the Earl of
Surrey's "trifles" will

someday be regarded as
some of our greatest poesy.

Then I daresay your
Grace can read it.

It's a translation, in sonnet form,

of one of Martial's epigrams.

That is, of course, the Roman poet...
but that doesn't matter.

It's about the happy life.

The Golden Mean.

"The happy life be these, I find"

"the riches left, not got with pain."

"The fruitful ground;
the quiet mind."

"The equal friend;
no grudge nor strife"

"No charge of rule nor governance."

"Without disease,
the healthful life."

"Wisdom joined with simplicity."

"The night discharged of all care."

The quiet mind.

The night discharged of all care.

Wisdom joined with simplicity.

My God, how I wish
these things were true.

Which of these, your Grace,
do you not have?

All of them.

Then you are like me.

And like all the Romans.

And all the Barbarians.

And all the generations
before us...

And all those yet to come.

For who does not wish,
or rest, with all their heart

for the quiet mind?

Tell me a single soul
who has ever found it?

Thomas.

You've changed your mind, then?

No, no.

I love you. I told you.

I long for nothing so
much as to see you.

It makes my heart die
when I can't see you.

I love you, too.

But this Dereham...

you have to get rid of him.

Yes, I know. And I will.

I promise. When we
get back to London.

You're not still angry with me?

Please don't be angry with me.

I want to be at your commandment.

You know what I want.

Do it!

Yes.

That's it.

Ah, yes. That's it, my sweet.

My own sweet little fool.

Your Majesty's gift to
the King of Scotland.

Well! What do you
have to say? Speak!

Majesty,

the King of Scotland is not coming.

He has gone back to Edinburgh.

But worse! O that God
could forgive them!

A Scottish army has ridden
over the border and is harrying

our people, spoiling fields,
burning barns,

and k*lling all those
who oppose them.

Sir Thomas!

Majesty.

You will order our troops
on the border to retaliate,

with spoils, burnings and killings.

Three hurts to every one of ours.

Do you understand?

Yes, your Majesty. I am
straight away to that business.

Majesty.

What do you want? Speak or
I will cut out your tongue!

I am to tell you that your son,

Prince Edward,
is dangerously ill at Windsor.

Your Majesty.

Blessed Father, have mercy
on my brother Edward.

Qui sedes ad dexteram Patris Filim.

Father.

My Lord, send for the
Bishop of London.

Tell him to prepare a special
Mass in the Chapel Royal,

to give thanks to God for
my son and for my wife.

Yes, your Majesty.

Dominus vobiscum.

Et cum spiritu tuo.

In the name of the Father, Son,

and Holy Ghost.

On this Day of All Saints,

his Majesty wishes to
thank God for blessing him

with so perfect a companion
as Queen Katherine.

In his Majesty's own words:

"I render thanks to Thee, O Lord,"

"that after so many
strange accidents"

"that have befallen my marriages,"

"Thou hast been pleased
to give me a wife"

"so entirely conformed to
my inclinations as her"

"I now have."

Gaudeamus omnes in Domino,

diem festum celebrantes

sub honore sanctorum omnium...
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