01x06 - Master of Phantoms

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[OPENING THEME PLAYING]


[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

Damn. When are we going
to eat? Cromwell!

I'm famished!

[CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE]

[SILVERWARE CLATTERING]

[DISH CLATTERS]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

[MAN COUGHS]

[LAUGHING]
Which is your favourite, hmm?

[LAUGHING]

[INDISTINCT]

It's quite pretty, isn't it?

[CHUCKLES]

It’s just come
from the embroiderer, hmm?

Isn't it sweet?

For her little head.

ANNE: Cromwell.

I'm told that when you thought
the King was dead,

your first action
was to send for the bastard Mary.

You did not think of me?

Or my daughter?

Or the child I was carrying then?

I cannot hold the throne

for an infant in the cradle.

I cannot hold the throne
for an unborn baby.

I promoted you.

I am responsible for your rise.

And at the first opportunity,

you've betrayed me.

Madam, nothing here is personal.

You think you've grown great.

You think you no longer need me,

but you've forgotten
the most important thing,

Cromwell.

Those who've been made

can be unmade.

I entirely agree.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

CAREW: We want the concubine ousted.

We know you want it, too.

We?

My friends in this matter
are very near the throne,

those in the line of old King Edward,

Lord Exeter, the Courtenay family,

Lord Montague,
his brother Geoffrey Pole,

Lady Margaret Pole.

These are the principal persons
on whose behalf I speak,

but as you will be aware,

the most part of England would rejoice
to see the King free of her.

I don't think the most part of England
knows or cares.

What do you require of me?

We require that you join us.

We contend to have
Seymour's girl crowned.

She's known to favour true religion,

and we believe she will
bring Henry back to Rome.

And this is our difficulty, Cromwell.

We know you're a Lutheran.

Me? No, sir.

I'm... I'm a banker.

[CHUCKLES]

What will happen to Anne Boleyn?

[INHALES]

Don't know.

Convent?

[WHISPERING]

[SIGHS]

Look at this little doggy.

[ANNE LAUGHING]

Oh, why are you so sad, Mark?

You have no business being sad.

You're here to entertain us.

For heaven's sake, stand on your feet.

I do you a favour
by noticing you at all.

Well, what do you expect?

Do you think I should talk to you
as if you were a gentleman?

But I can't do that, Mark,

you see, because you are
an inferior person.

No, madam,

I don't expect a word.

A look suffices me.

Well?

Aren't you going to praise my eyes now?

[SNIFFLES]

[ANNE LAUGHS]

WESTON: Why do you encourage that boy?

NORRIS: All manner of puppy dogs
are encouraged here.

Some are coming in and out of season.

WESTON: Are you referring to me, Norris?

I could happily give this puppy dog
a kick in his ribs that he won't forget.

No kicking in my chamber, if you please.

He has himself agitated
because he thinks I come here

to cast my fancy at Lady Mary.

We all know
he hopes to marry her himself.

But really,
I come here for the sake of another.

- And do you know who that is?
-ANNE: No, tell me.

I can't guess.

Is it Lady Rochford here?

Surely not one so old.

No, it is yourself, madam.

Perhaps you should kick him,
gentle Norris,

for the honour of the Queen of England.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Ah, here's the man for me.

Will Brereton's one
who sh**t his arrows straight.

What's to do here?

Everyone's been fighting,

and all because of that boy Mark.

I think you should be dropped
from a great height,

just like your dog Purkoy.

[GASPS]

Do that again and I will hit you back.

You're no queen.

You're just a knight's daughter.

And your time has come.

Harry, do me a good turn.

Take away my brother's wife
and drown her.

- Anne.
-What?

Didn't you swear
you'd walk barefoot to China for me?

I think it was barefoot to Walsingham
I offered.

Perhaps you can repent your sins there.

Because if anything
happened to the King,

you'd look to have me.

Oh, yes, you see now, Mary,
why he hasn't married you yet.

It's because he's in love with me.

Or so he claims.

And yet he won't prove it

by putting Lady Rochford in a sack
and dropping her in the river!

Will you spill all your secrets, Anne,

or only some?

ANNE: Oh...

Get him back.

It was idle talk. Get him back.

Get him back
and he'll swear on the Bible.

He knows me to be a good wife.

Get him back! Harry!

Henry had heard
about the fight with Norris.

We could all see it from the courtyard.

She had her hands...

[ROCHFORD SIGHS]

You know the King's great tapestry

where the Queen
clasps her hands together?

He didn't look persuaded.

Did you not go to her, to comfort her?

She being your mistress?

No, I came looking for you.

Before they were married,

Anne used to practise with Henry

in the French fashion.

You know what I mean.

Lady Rochford, I have no idea
what you mean.

Oh, you think you can shame me
out of saying what I must say?

I'm no virgin girl.

She induced him

to put his seed
otherwise than he should have.

Now, Henry calls it a filthy proceeding.

But God love him,
he doesn't know where the filth begins.

My husband George

is always with Anne.

He's her brother. It's natural.

There's nothing natural in George.

And nothing is forbidden.

I've seen them kiss.

Brothers may kiss their sis...

His tongue in her mouth. Hers in his.

You want me to record that?

If you're worried you won't remember it.

Why would she do such a thing?

You know why.

The better to rule.

Suppose she gets a boy
and it has Weston's long face?

Or looks like Will Brereton?

They can't call it a bastard
if it looks like a Boleyn.

Be advised by me.

Speak to no one.

Be advised by me.

Speak to Mark Smeaton.

We can leave that here, Mark.

MARK: I thought there was
to be a great company.

I thought I was going to entertain you.

Make no doubt of it.

You see, Mark,

my master the King

and my mistress the Queen

are at odds.

Everyone knows.

And my dearest wish
is to reconcile them.

Well, the word at court is

you're keeping company
with the Queen's enemies.

How else am I to find out
their practices?

Ah.

If only I could believe that.

Well, I don't blame you, Mark.

There's such ill-feeling at the court,
no one trusts anyone.

But I've come to you because,

well, because you're close to the Queen,

and I'd really love to know
why she's so unhappy,

and if there's anything
I can do to remedy it.

It's no wonder she's unhappy.

She's in love.

With whom?

With me.

You're amazed.

[CHUCKLES]

I'm not as amazed as you might think.

I've seen how she looks at you.

And it's no surprise that any woman
would be drawn to you.

You're a very handsome young man.

We thought you were a sodomite.

[LAUGHING] Richard.

MARK: I'm as good a man as any of them.

Of course you are. And the Queen
would give you a good report.

She's tried you,
found you to her liking.

- I can't discuss it.
-No. No, you mustn't.

But we can assume.
She's not an inexperienced woman.

I think she would not be interested
in anything less

than a masterly performance.

Well, I will say this.

We men born poor

are in no ways inferior in that way.

How true.

Though the noble gentlemen like to keep
that secret from the ladies.

They wouldn't want the competition,
would they?

If you mean she has other lovers,
I wouldn't know.

Haven't asked her.

- But they're jealous of me...
-CROMWELL: Are they?

MARK: Weston and Norris, those lords.

CROMWELL: Mmm.

They call me boy, but they're jealous.

CROMWELL: Mmm.

Well, perhaps she tried them
and they were a disappointment.

And you take the prize.

How often?

You have given us two names, Mark.

Now name the others.

And answer Master Richard.

How often?

Mmm-hmm, perhaps you're wise
not to speak.

Best to have it all written down.

The council
will hardly believe it otherwise.

They'll be amazed at your success.

Jealous.

"Smeaton, what is your secret?"
they'll demand.

And you'll answer, "Ah, I can't impart."

But you will impart, Mark.

You'll do it freely,

or you do it enforced.

Seat yourself, pretty boy.

[QUIVERING] I take it back.

I... I can't give you any names.

I don't know how I came
to say what I did.

No, nor do I.
No one hurt you or coerced you.

You spoke freely.
These two gentlemen are my witnesses.

I take it back.

CROMWELL: I don't think so.

Tell us about your adultery
with the Queen

and what you know about her dealings
with the other gentlemen,

and if your confession is true and full,

perhaps the King will show you mercy.

[SHUDDERING]

Would you like to spend ten minutes
alone with Master Richard here?

Five would do it.

[GULPS]

CROMWELL: We'll write down
what you say, Mark,

but we won't necessarily write down
what we do.

-[WHIMPERING] Oh, God.
-Do you follow me?

Mother Mary, help me.

[SNIFFLES] I can't tell you
what I don't know.

- Can't you?
-No.

Well, then you'll have
to be my guest for the night, Mark.

[WHIMPERS]

Please.

CROMWELL: Well, there aren't
many men alive

who can say they took me by surprise.

Years of being despised by lords
has made a boaster of him.

CROMWELL: Sometimes I think
I should have taken him in here.

I don't want him hurt.

If we have to t*rture
sad creatures like that, what next?

Stamping on dormice?

Tell Wriothesley to come tomorrow.

What is this?

It's where the phantom lives.

In you go.

[DOOR LOCKS]

[GASPS]

[PANTING]

[BANGING ON DOOR]

[MARK YELLING]

[WHIMPERING] Let me out!

Please let me out!

Let me out!

[SHUDDERING] Henry Norris,

Francis Weston and William Brereton...

And Francis Bryan.

- Richard Long, Walter Walshe...
-You had to do with the Queen.

- How many times?
-A thousand.

[STUTTERING] Three or four.

CROMWELL: Richard.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Go to the King at Greenwich.

He'll be expecting you.

Trust your message to no one.

Put the word in his ear yourself.

[WHISPERING]

Ed.

Tell Henry Norris to return
from the field.

[SIGHS]

Ride with me, Harry.

Where to, my lord?

Let's talk, you and I.

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DUKE OF NORFOLK: Cromwell.

I hear the singer sang to your tune.

What did you do to him?

There's a pretty ballad for you.

The King fingers his lute

while his lutenist fingers his wife.

You have the warrant, my lord?

Perhaps this will teach Henry
to listen to me.

Uncle.

Lord Chancellor.

Master Treasurer.

And Cromwell.

The man I created.

He created you, in turn, madam.

And be sure he repents of it.

Oh, but I was sorry first.

[CHUCKLES]

And I am sorry more.

Ready to go?

I don't know how to be ready.

Just come with us.

HENRY: I'm to blame.

I suspected her, and did nothing.

I...

I never had a better opinion
in a woman than I had in her.

I can't believe she's guilty.

Except, I know your highness would
never go so far if she weren't.

HENRY: She deceived all of us.

When I look back,
it all falls into place.

So many friends lost,

alienated.

Worse...

When I think of Wolsey.

The way she practised against him.

[GRUNTS]

She said she loved me,

but she meant the opposite.

I've written a play.

A tragedy.

My own story.

You should keep it, sir, till we have
more leisure to do it justice.

But I want you to see her true nature.

I believe she has committed adultery
with a hundred men.

But her brother...

- Is it likely?
-Well, I doubt she could resist.

Why Spare?

Why not drink the cup
to its filthy dregs?

[SIGHS]

[APPLAUDING]

Count Wolsey, we are fetching
you to hell

where our master Beelzebub
is expecting you to suffer!

[CHANTING]

Beelzebub will have you
joint his venison.

He's heard of your skill as a butcher!

[LAUGHING AND APPLAUDING]

[DISTORTED LAUGHTER]

[DISTORTED APPLAUSE]

[LAUGHING]

[GATE CLOSING]

I know why I'm here.

My wife.

What has she said?

Whatever it is, you can't hold me
on the word of one woman.

Well, there have been other women
who've been recipients

of your gallantry, George.

You've always regarded women
as disposable.

[CHUCKLES]

What...

You're going to put me on trial
for gallantry?

I didn't know it was a crime
to spend time with a willing lover.

It is when that lover is your sister.

My family has served
the King of England for generations.

I have been at the side of Henry
since I was a boy.

I love him like a brother.
I would never forget my honour.

Never.

Do you want me to write it
on the wall for you, Norris?

She can't give him a son.
He wants another wife.

She won't go quietly.

Is that simple enough
for your simple tastes?

She has to be pushed.
I have to push her.

Well, you'll get
no confession from me,

or Brereton either.

You'll not t*rture gentlemen.

The King wouldn't permit it.

Well...

They don't have to be
formal arrangements.

I could put my thumbs in your eyes,

and then you would sing
Green Grows the Holly

if I asked you to.

Huh?

Let's go back.

I remember in the late cardinal's time

one of your household k*lled a man
in a bowls match.

Well, the game can get very heated.

The cardinal thought
it was time for a reckoning,

but your family
impeded the investigation,

and I ask myself,
"Has anything changed since then?"

John ap Eyton had a quarrel
with one your household only recently.

- So, that's why I'm here.
-Not entirely,

but let's leave aside your adultery
with the Queen

and let's concentrate on Eyton.

Blows were exchanged, a man was k*lled.

Eyton was tried and acquitted,

but you, as you have
no respect for the law...

- I have every respect...
-Don't interrupt me!

...you have the man abducted and hanged.

You think because it's only one man,
it doesn't matter.

You think no one will remember,
but I remember.

You think you can do anything

-because Norfolk favours you...
-The King favours me.

Does he? Does he?

Well, you should complain
about your lodgings then,

shouldn't you?

Francis Bryan has been
explaining it to me.

Bryan.

- Bryan is an enemy of mine.
-And I begin to see it.

How a man may hardly know his sister.

She grows up in France.
They meet as adults.

She's like him, yet not. She's familiar.

And yet she piques his interest.

One day his brotherly embrace
lasts a little longer than usual.

The business proceeds from there.

Perhaps neither of you felt
you were doing anything wrong,

until some frontier was crossed.

I refuse to answer this.

Did it begin before
her marriage to the King

or afterwards?

Brother George,
that must have been a surprise,

rivalry from that quarter.

Though the morality of you gentlemen
astonishes me.

- I have no opinion on George.
-No opinion of incest?

You take it so quietly,
I'm forced to think it must be true.

If I said it was,

you'd only accuse me of trying
to divert attention away from myself.

[CHUCKLES]

You know me too long, Harry.

Oh, I've studied you.

Studied Wolsey before you.

That was politic of you.
Such a great servant of the state.

And such a great traitor at the end.

I remember a certain entertainment
at court. Do you remember?

A play

in which the late cardinal
was set upon by demons

and dragged down into hell.

That's why?

It...

It was a play.

It was a joke. You can't...

- You can't seriously...
-Life pays you out.

Don't you find?

But Mark Smeaton...

What has he done to you?

Oh, I just don't like the way
he looks at me.

I need guilty men, Harry,

so I found men who are guilty,

though not necessarily as charged.

[GATE OPENING]

[GATE CLOSING]

Good morning.

I'm not long married.

I don't know if you know that.
I have a son.

- Henry...
-You have debts

to the tune of a thousand pounds.

Why the devil bring that up?

No one expects a young gallant
like yourself to be thrifty.

These debts are more than
you can reasonably pay.

So your own extravagance gives
people to think,

"What expectations
did young Weston have?"

We know the Queen gave you money,

and a thousand pounds is nothing to you

if you hope to marry her
after you'd contrived the King's death.

I see how it'll weigh
when it's given in evidence.

I've undone myself.

I don't blame you, Cromwell.

It's just...

I thought I had another 20 years.

Well, we know not the hour,
do we, Francis?

[SOBS QUIETLY]

MAN: There's no reason to live,
I've lost everything anyway.

I've lost my voice. [LAUGHING]

Are you finished?

Has he denounced the others?

Do you want us to make him?

What, do you think I'm too soft
on young men?

Do you want us to draw up charges?

Yeah, the more the merrier.

Forgive me, I have to piss.

[CROWD BOOING]

MAN 1: Traitor.
MAN 2: Traitor!

MAN 3: Traitor.

MAN 4: Traitors!

My wife is with her

-and her aunt, Lady Shelton.
-Hmm.

How is she?

Sometimes crying, sometimes laughing.

There's something she said.

I only mention it because you told me
to report everything I heard.

Go on.

When I told her
she would stay in the same room

she had before her coronation, she said,

"It's too good for me.

"Jesus have mercy on me."

She's not worthy,
it's because she's guilty.

What is it she's done?

Is it something
we haven't even imagined yet?

Would you like your furs brought in?

The ermine.

And I don't want these women.
I want my own women.

- Lady Kingston is...
-Your spy.

Your hostess.

Am I a guest then?

Am I free to go?

I didn't think you'd object
to your own aunt.

She has a grudge against me.

All I hear is tutting.

Do you expect applause?

You won't speak to me that way
after I'm released.

I don't know
why the King's holding me here.

I suppose it's
some sort of test, isn't it?

I want to see my brother.

That's a foolish demand
in the circumstances.

- My father.
-Oh, don't expect help there.

Thomas Boleyn looks after himself
first and last.

I should know, he's my brother.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Help the King.

Unless he's merciful,
there's nothing you can do for yourself.

But you can do something
for your daughter.

For Elizabeth.

The more penitent you show yourself
through this whole process...

[SCOFFS] The process.

And what is this process to be?

The confessions of the gentlemen
are now being compiled.

What?

LADY SHELTON: You heard him.

They'll not lie for you.

CROMWELL: The gentlemen
are to be tried together.

You and your brother, being ennobled,
are to be judged by your peers.

You have no witnesses.

When you were at liberty, madam,

your ladies were intimidated by you,

forced to lie for you.

- Now they are emboldened.
-[SIGHS]

I'm sure they are.

The way Seymour is emboldened.

Tell her for me, God sees her tricks.

No. just tell me.

You don't believe these stories
against me, do you?

I know in your heart you don't.

Do you, Cromwell?

I only have a little neck.

So it will be the work of a moment.

CROMWELL: You said
when the King was dead,

you would choose one of these men
to be your husband.

But you can't say which yet.
Did you say that?

You must answer aloud.

No.

[CROWD MURMURING]

Read me your charges.

Put them to me, one by one.

The places, the dates.

I'll confound you.

Did you not affirm that you could never
love the King in your heart?

No.

Did you not at various times and places,
by kissing, touchings

and other infamous incitations,

induce Francis Weston
to be your concubine?

No.

Did you not make gifts of money
to Francis Weston?

Yes.

[CROWD CLAMOURING]

Silence.

Silence!

On this page are words

the Queen is said
to have spoken to you,

and which in turn you passed on.
Do not read them aloud.

Just tell the court,
do you recognise them?

[SCOFFS]

"The King cannot copulate with a woman.

"He has neither skill nor vigour."

[CROWD LAUGHING]

I didn't say that.
These are not my words.

I don't own them!

You do now.

Having been found unanimously

- guilty...
- [CROWD CHEERING]

I'll do slaughter!

...thou shalt be b*rned here
within the Tower,

or else to have thy head smitten off

as the King's pleasure...

[CLAMOURING]

What are you talking about?

These fellows say I've got it wrong.

They say I have to say burn only.

CROMWELL: The phrasing is the King's

and don't tell me
what we can or can't do,

we never tried a queen before.

- Finish what you say.
-Sit down.

DUKE OF NORFOLK: Head smitten off,

as the King's pleasure
shall be further known of this matter.

[WIND HOWLING]

Thank you, Your Majesty.

WOMAN: Your Majesty.

Majesty.

Majesty.

GREGORY: Why does she keep
looking up at the Tower?

Because she thinks there's still hope.

[WIND HOWLING]

[FRENCH ACCENT] So she will not be able
to tell me from the other officials.

To save her alarm.

Good Christian people,

I am come hither to die.

For according to the law,
and by the law, I am judged to die.

Yeah, I can't hear her.

You think she'd speak up
for her last words.

Hmm.

I am come hither to accuse no man,

nor to speak anything of that whereof
I am accused and condemned to die.

But I pray God save the King,

and sent him long to reign over you

for a gentler nor more merciful prince
was there never.

And to me was he ever good,

a gentle and a sovereign lord.

And if any person
will meddle of my cause,

I require them to judge best.

And thus I take my leave of the world

and of you all,

and I heartily desire you all
to pray for me.

O Lord have mercy on my soul.

To God I commend my soul.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

How will you do it?

She kneels.

There is no block.

[SCUFFING]

[WHIMPERING]

O Christ, have mercy.

Jesu receive my soul.

If she is steady,
it will be over in a moment.

Between heartbeats, she knows nothing.

If she is steady.

Well, I can answer for her.

[ANNE SHUDDERING]

[CROWD GASPS]

CROMWELL: Put your arm down.

Put your arm down.

Apportez l'epée.

-[BLADE SWISHING]
-[CROWD GASPING]

We do not want men to handle her.

It's a little late for that. [CHUCKLES]

Right.

I'm off to tell the Seymours it's done.

[SOBBING]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]