04x07 - Sixth and the Final Wife

[bunniefuu]

My Lords, we will now proceed with
our plans for an invasion of France.

We will start by the capture of
the strategic town of Boulogne.

Your Grace, I shall appoint you

Commander of our armies, if you have
the will and the stomach for the fight.

Majesty, I can only thank God for the
chance to win honour and glory in the field,

for what man would not prefer to die with
a sword in his hand and a cry in his throat...

- Aye.
-...rather than a bed in England.

- Aye.
- Aye!

My Lords, I must tell you

that a special envoy from
the court of the Emperor,

the Duke of Najera,
will pay us an unofficial visit,

in honour of our alliance.

The Duke is one of the Emperor's
most successful generals.

He should be first received
here by the Earl of Surrey

and then brought to court.

I'm sure your Lordships will welcome
him as he deserves. [acknowledgments]

I have vowed to bring
King Francis into submission,

and I will fulfil this promise.

I have been all my life a
prince of virtue and honour,

as you can all attest,

and I have never
contravened my word.

I'm too old to begin now.
[he scoffs]

I, Catherine

take thee, Henry,
to be my wedded husband,

to have and to hold
from this day forward,

for better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer,

in sickness and in health,

to be bonaire and buxom
in bed and at board,

till death us do part,

and thereto I plight
thee my troth.

The ring.

Benedicat, hic anulum, Dominus,
qui fecit caelum et terram.

With this ring, I thee wed.

With my body,

I thee worship.

In nomine patris, et filii,
et spiritus sancti.

I now pronounce
thee man and wife.

[Applause]

Thank you, Lady Herbert.

Majesty.

Sister.

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty, if I may?

Uh-huh.

I am determined to be a loving
stepmother to your children.

Of course, I have known
the Lady Mary for years,

but it would now be my
pleasure rather than

my duty to make friends with the Prince
Edward and the Princess Elizabeth.

So with your
majesty's permission

I would like to invite
them more often to court,

not only for my sake but so they
might more often see their father.

You have my permission.

Thank you.

And perhaps your majesty
might also agree

to the Lady Elizabeth having permanent
lodgings at court, like the Lady Mary?

Perhaps. But I would not like my son
Edward to come to court too often,

for fear he may catch infection.

I have arranged for some
gifts to be delivered to you.

I hope you like them.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Try this one, your Grace.

- Your Grace.
- My Lords.

I am pleased to convey to you
his majesty's commissions.

Sir Thomas, you are
recalled from Brussels

and are to be appointed
Admiral of the Fleet.

My Lord Surrey, the King has seen fit
to make you Marshal of the Field, a
singular honour.

- Your Grace.
- When do we sail?
- As soon as the King commands.

Sir Thomas...

- is it true that Lord Hertford, is against this w*r?
- It is true, your Grace.

He worries for the
King's health,

in body and in mind.

He fears that if his majesty
should die in France,

he would leave the Kingdom
in great confusion.

How is the King?

There are rumours
that he is unwell.

That he may be unable
to lead the army.

Oh no, my Lord. The King will lead
his soldiers. Make no mistake of that.

For here is the truth: The King
does not just want France back,

but all of his honour
and his youth as well.

And, in that, he is like me.

Your majesty, may I present his highness
Don Juan Esteban Manrique de Lara,

[Lord Surrey]: Duke of Najera.

Your Highness.

Your Majesty.

I am very happy to
receive you at my court.

I trust you have been
well entertained so far?

Indeed. I have visited
the famous tower

and also the river Thames.

In my opinion, it is not possible that a more
beautiful river should exist in the world.

And with so many... ¿cisnes?
- Swans, your highness.

Yes. Swans.

My Lord Surrey also
took his highness

to the Paris gardens,
to see bears fighting with dogs.

And then, in the same place,

they brought a pony
with an ape on his back!

And to see the animal
kicking among the dogs,

with the screams of the ape was
very laughable. Ha! Ha! Ha!

[King]: Well, your Highness, I trust this
evening you will also be well entertained

by my beautiful wife the Queen and
my first daughter, the Lady Mary.

His highness only desires
your majesty to confirm

if your armies are ready
for the invasion of France.

I have already given my word.

What more does your
Highness expect of me?

[Horns] - His highness,
the Duke of Najera.

*

Your highness.

Your majesty.

The Lady Mary.

So, is it a coincidence
that there is talk of w*r

and then General Najera
turns up here at court?

Absolutely.

This is a private visit.

His highness came to
London to see the Tower

and row on the river

- ...and see the swans.
- Do you take me for a fool?

No, excellency.

You are what you are.
And so am I.

- Kat! May I not dance? Please!
- Of course you can!

Of course you can dance,
my Lady.

Mr. Risley, may I ask: What have you
heard of the Queen's religious beliefs?

They are the same, surely,

as his majesty's?
- I think not. Indeed, I suspect her majesty

of being a secret protestant and
I intend one day to prove it.

And in so doing risk
the anger of the King?

Mr. Risley,
for the sake of our faith,

and the future of our country

I am prepared to
risk a great deal.

Dr. Butts! What is it?

It's the King's leg, your majesty.
His ulcer has burst. He is in great pain.

Come.

- Catherine!
- Dearest, let me see!
- Please, don't.

I have seen worse things.
Give me a poultice. Quickly now.

If your majesty could
move your leg...

and place it across my lap?
[screams in pain]

There, dearest. Quickly!

[Screams again, coughs]

As long as the King is sick,
I will move my bed to his chamber,

- ...the better to look after him.
- Madam.

[g*nsh*t, screams]

- Next!
- Steady! Forward.

[g*nsh*t] Come on, lads.

I went to w*r once,
a long time ago.

We broke lances
against the French;

the knights did in the old days.
This...

- Steady.
- ...this is a different w*r: a w*r of g*ns.

- Oh!
- Good sh*t.
- Again.

[Crows exclaims] - Good sh**ting.
- Well done.

- What's your name?
- Richard, your Grace.

- Richard Leland.
- You are soon to w*r, Richard Leland.

Next.

Hey! That was well done, Richard.

Harry. Harry hurst.

- Are you coming to France?
- I don't know.

- I can't sh**t like that.
- What can you do?

I'm a farm labourer, me. I can herd
cows, shovel sh*t, and build fences.

Christ! I wish I'd half
your talent, Harry! Ha!

- Thank you.
- You there! Next.

Your majesty,

Prince Edward is here.

Oh!

Madam.

Your Grace.
How lovely to see you.

Madam, I came to thank you for
the outfits of crimson velvet

and white satin you sent me.

[Giggles] - Well, I am very
glad that you liked them.

I would also like to thank
my noble and illustrious father

for the jewels he sent me.
But they told me he was sick.

Well, I am pleased to tell your Grace
that his majesty is now much better.

He must love me. For if he did not love me,
he would not give me these fine gifts.

He loves you very much.
You are very special

to him and I know
that he would like

to see you more
often if he could.

Thank you.

I wish you a good day, madam.

Poor child.

My Lords.

How go our preparations?
I think they have gone slackly!

I'm beginning to suppose

your Lordships are not so keen
to go to w*r after all. Sit.

Majesty, the g*n carriages,
carts, wagons,

the ovens, horses, a*tillery, and
ordnance are all made ready and
dispatched for shipping.

And a further 300 ships
have been requisitioned

- ...for your majesty's use and will be
in port within the month.
- Within the month!

They should be already in port
if you had not been so remiss

and neglectful in your duties! Your Grace,
what about our maps of Boulogne?

Your majesty,
we do not have any maps,

so we will have to
rely on the advice

of a French spy, De Buren.

So we are to blunder about in the dark
and trust to the honesty of French spies!

God help us, your Grace,

for it seems you have not!

We will not wait for more ships!

This army will embark for France
in 10 days time, land in Clais,

and straight away
march to Boulogne.

We have three weeks to take this
town before we proceed on to Paris.

Now, while I am in France,
the Queen's highness,

Queen Catherine,
will act as regent

and rule in my stead.

Lord Hertford, who I begin to
suspect is against this w*r,

will stay as Lieutenant
to the Realm.

Now, need I remind your Lordships that we go
to France not solely for honour and glory,

but to recover our just
rights and inheritances

taken from us by v*olence and
withheld from us for too long.

- Yes, your majesty.
- Your majesty.

[Coughs]

Your majesty.

[Chattering]

He has made the Queen regent!

- Why? She has no knowledge of
matters of state!
- I do not know.

But from what I hear of her,
I do not think it right.

I think the King should be aware

how perilous a matter it is

to cherish a serpent
in one's own bosom.

Catherine, I have to tell you that
I have left things here in order,

in case do not come
back from France.

Shortly, Parliament will
pass a new Act of succession,

naming my son Edward as my heir.

If he has no issue,

then it passes to the Lady Mary
and then to the Lady Elizabeth.

Those are my wishes.

Understood. [mary cries]

Do not cry, Mary,

for I do not intend to die.

Promise you will
write to me often!

Tell me all that happens in my Kingdom
and whatever you see fit to write.

I leave my children
in your care,

knowing that there are not more
loving hands in this world.

Farewell.

It makes you happy to be alive,
doesn't it, majesty?

- Yah!
- Yah!

Whoa!

- Your Grace.
- Majesty.

Well met!

How do we prosper?

Majesty, the port is blockaded and
the town is already partially invested.

[Continues] Its gates are shut
and its defenders shut inside.

I have been told the French consider that
their strong ramparts and double walls

make them invulnerable
to our a*tillery!

Well, we shall see about that!

We have brought enough
cannon here to conquer hell!

- Yeah!
- Forward!

[Cheering and drums]

I can't believe my eyes! Look, Richard!
It's the King of England himself!

- What do you think?
- I reckon if I were the French I'd be f*cking scared.

Englishmen, today you have
every reason to be proud!

Today, we begin our
campaign of Boulogne.

- [Together]: Yeah!
- We have offered terms of peace

in return for our just
rights and inheritances.

- Just rights!
- But our enemy has
refused to render what they owe us.

They should know that we do not

lack the courage to fight
to the death for justice.

[Cheers] - These lands
were taken from us

- ...by v*olence and I mean to have them back.
- We'll take them back!

For King Henry, for England,
and for St. George!

[Crows cheers]

- Long live the King!
- Yeah!

For England!

Ne tirez pas encore!

Reculez derrière les murs!

Prepare your fire!

Soldiers, to your stations!

Section one commander!
Prepare your g*ns!

Section one,
prepare your g*ns!

Section two commander!
Prepare your g*ns!

Load your cannon!

- Prepare your g*ns!
- Ready, g*ns.

Section three commander!
Prepare your g*ns!

- Ram barrel!
- Soldiers, into the trenches!
- Quick march!

Section two commander,
take both your men!

- Section three commander, report when ready.
- Yes, sir!

- Section three ready.
- That's ready, sir.

- All g*ns take aim for the gates and castle.
- Section one, take aim!

- Section commanders!
- Take aim!
- Confirm you have your target!

- Section three, take aim.
- Section one, target ready.

Section two, confirm target.

- Section two, ready!
- Section two has target, sir. Take aim!

- Section three, confirm.
- Section three ready.

- Hold sections! Hold fire until I give the order!
- Let's go, men.

- Hold fire! Move!
- Hold your fire! Move!

- Hold your fire!
- Easy for the time!

- Now we'll see how invulnerable it really is!
- In position!

Ready, Captain!

[Bells ringing, French soldiers talking]

Section one, fire!

- For the King!
- Ready! - Ready!

All sections, fire!

Section one, fire!

Ready!

Charge the g*n!

- England! - England! - England!

[Cheers] - For England!

Back into position!
Reload all g*ns!

If you could see that this is
delivered to my Lord Hertford.

- Thank you.
- Majesty.

Madam, here is Mr. Latimer.

Your Grace.

Alas, madam, I am no longer
entitled to such an address.

I was deprived of my
bishopric by Bishop Gardiner.

I know. And I know the
circumstances of it.

Still, I have a mind to appoint
you Chaplain to my household.

Are you absolutely sure, my Lady?
You must know my reputation.

Your reputation, Mr. Latimer,
is of a man of the gospels

and a true Christian.

For example, do you suppose
that it is a bad thing

that everyone in England should be
able to read the Bible for themselves?

No. On the contrary,
I believe it

to be a vital thing. For without God's
direct word we that be unlettered

remain confused
and without Grace.

Even though some would say that the
reading of the Bible leads to heresy?

If they say so, then they are wickedly
charging the holy sanctified word of God

with the offences of man.

You are right. Do people deny themselves
food, because they see others overeat?

Or avoid using fire because they have
seen a neighbour's house burn down?

Oh blind ignorance, Mr. Latimer,
to slander God for man's offences.

Madam, if you are still
of a mind to have me,

I will most joyfully
be your Chaplain.

I thank you.

I have one favour,

which is that you conceal the true workings
of your mind from the Lady Mary.

For nothing in this world will change her
allegiance to the faith of her mother,

and I respect her for that.

Madam, believe me, I shall be the
soul of discretion in my dealings with

all his majesty's children,

- ...and with the world.
- Thank you.

My Lady.

Sister,

are you sure you can really trust
Mr. Latimer's discretion?

I know I should not say
so to your majesty,

but I fear his appointment.

Should I play the coward?

Anne, you know that I never
wanted to marry the King.

But since I had to, I may at least
use what influence I now possess

to further the cause that I
believe in with all my heart.

The cause of the reformation!
Then at least I can address my God
with a clear conscience

and an honest soul.
Please say that you understand, Anne!

Please.

Forward! Come on! Left, right.

There we are!

- sh*t!
- It can't last forever.

Lads, come here! [whistling]

Come on! Move on, men!

This way, my lord.

- Your majesty, Señor Treviso.
- Girolamo.
- Your majesty.

Come, show me where you
intend to dig these mines.

I intend to dig three tunnels.

Two will be a diversion,
to confuse the enemy.

The main one will be here, at the town wall,
which will lead directly under the castle.

- How long will it take?
- That depends on many things:

The type of ground,
danger of flooding, and so on.

Also, how far into the earth
they have built the walls.

But I say we could
be under the castle

and able to detonate a huge
expl*si*n in three weeks.

Two weeks,
Señor Treviso! Two weeks!

Take the troops you need.

Put your backs into it, men.

[King]: we are making
excellent progress.

But I want to know how the Emperor is
doing since we are in this w*r together.

Majesty, the Emperor's
forces are at present besieging

the fortresses of
Luxembourg and St. Didier.

With God's help, we will break our
siege first and then advance on Paris.

With the damage our g*ns
are already inflicting,

I swear Boulogne will
not hold out for long.

I think that the French were foolish to think
that their walls were invincible.

They had not seen our g*ns.

Avancez. Doucement.

Paris by September! Good,

there are a lot of frenchmen
in Paris I would like to k*ll,

so I can sleep with their
wives with a clear conscience!

[Laughter] - Gentlemen

- Salut!
- Salut!

- Majesty.
- What is it?

- The French! They've broken out beyond
the southern gate, sir.
- I'll go!

Your Grace! I want you to cover
all the gates with a massive force,

- ...in case this is a diversion. Go!
- Majesty.

Where are they?

Arrètez!
Revenez au nom du Roi!

There, there! Get him!
Stop in the name of the King!

Arrètez!

- Where is he?
- He's down in the ditch!

Keep your wits about you.

- Take cover!
- Stay down!

- Do you see him?
- Two on the ground!

A l'attaque!

Ready! Let's go!

Your Grace,

I didn't need your help but
thank you all the same.

Suivez-moi! Pour Boulogne!
A l'attaque!

- Shall I leave them to you then?
- Ah! Here we come!

For England!

Papa! Papa! Papa!

Papa! Papa! Papa, reveille-toi!
Allez, ouvre tes yeux!

Mademoiselle?

Load cannon!

- General.
- Keep the lines straight. Dig in there.

I've brought you some food.

Your father is still alive.

- Is that true?
- He was wounded but we're taking care of him.

- Can I see him?
- Soon. I promise.

[From outside]: Put your backs into it.
Roll that barrel!

What's your name?

Brigitte, Brigitte Rousselot.

- [From outside]: Look lively.
- You should eat.

Why are you here? In France?

- This isn't your country.
- It used to be.

And we all used to live in Eden.
It doesn't mean we can go back again!

Why won't you release me?

So you can go on
fighting against us?

- Yes! So I can go on k*lling you.
- No, mademoiselle.

You're my prisoner now.
Perhaps I'll even get a ransom for you!

Can I ask how things
are in the town?

Do people have enough food?

They have plenty! You shouldn't worry
about them. They'll never surrender.

- Not to that sacred monster, your King.
- Monster?

Oui! Un monstre!

You know we call him the English Nero!
Didn't you know that?

Dominus tecum.
Benedicta tu in mulieribus,

et benedictus fructus
ventris tui.

- Mr. Risley.
- Your Grace,

I have some news I thought
you might be interested in.

It seems Queen Catherine has appointed
Hugh Latimer as her private Chaplain.

Are you sure?

- Yes.
- And I thought someone said
she was an intelligent woman!

[Plays flute] - How's
the tunnelling, Harry?

We've dug about 50 paces.

It's bloody hard work;
And there's a lot of clay.

I prefer the clay.
It's not like sand.

Always afraid it's gonna
collapse and bury you.

How've you been?

There's a French officer
comes out sometimes.

He stands for a few moments
on the castle rampart,

looking at us.
Then he goes back inside.

- I just need one good sh*t. One good sh*t.
- Aye.

Hey, have you heard?

There are meant to be a
few women around camp.

Not many, mind. Just a few.
That's what I heard.

If you fancy the pox!

Aye. Perhaps you're right.

In any case, I have a wife back
home and she is with child.

Oh! What do you
want a boy or girl?

A boy.

I hope to God we're
not here too long.

Although your Majesty's
absence has not been long,

yet the want of your presence means
that I cannot take pleasure in anything

until I hear from your Majesty.

Time hangs heavily. I have a great desire
to know how your majesty has done since you left.

For your prosperity and health I
prefer and desire more than my own.

And although I know your majesty's
absence is never without great need

still, love and affection compel
me to desire your presence.

Thus love makes me set aside

my own convenience and pleasure for you,
at whose hands I have received

so much love and goodness
that words cannot express it.

We hear word of ill weather
and delays besetting you.

And though we thank God
for your good health,

we anxiously await the joyous news
of the success of your great venture

- ...and for your safe and triumphant return.
- More buckets down there!

For which all England offers daily prayers.
- More supports in the space!

[Screams and g*nshots]
- I fear I am but a poor substitute

for your Majesty in the matter
of the guidance of your Kingdom.

I long for your return.

I commit you to God's
care and governance.

By your majesty's humble, obedient
wife and servant, Catherine the Queen.

But, Majesty, I beg you to
give us a little more time.

The men are working
all day and all night.

But sometimes we must stop
digging to support the roof

or else everything collapses.

Master surgeon!

- Señor Treviso.
- Your majesty.

- What is it?
- Majesty,

I regret to inform you of the
deaths of ten of your soldiers.

- Soldier die of their wounds.
- No, your majesty. The men all d*ed of the bloody flux.

Dysentery?

I am afraid that there is an outbreak
of the disease throughout your army.

God alone knows how
many it will take away.

Master surgeon.

[Painful grunts] Mr. Treviso.
- Majesty.

Your majesty.

Let me ask you something:

What do you think of our Italian
gentleman, senor Girolamo Treviso?

The builder of tunnels.

- What do you mean?
- I mean do you trust him?

Why should I not trust him?

It's only that I happen
to know that, some time ago,

he said he could build
a mirror large enough

that if set upon the cliffs of Dover
his majesty would be able to see,

reflected in it,
the movement of French ships

in and out of the
port of Boulogne.

Do you see what I mean, your Grace?

Do you think he's mad?

It's only a suggestion.

But then, he's not the only one!

Change the watch!

Change the night watch!

- Section ready!
- Pull me up!

Ready Captain!