The Spanish Princess

The king is dead.

Why else would he miss his own wife's funeral?

No one saw him at the abbey, and they haven't seen him since.

God hates the bloody Tudors.

He's killing them, and punishing the lot of us for their sins.

We know someone's mustering in France.

I've got my ideas on it.

But whoever it is, they're forming a great army

to get a York back on the throne.

We heard they need men here to join, and I say

the time is right...

You will tell my lady the king's mother...

everything they said.

Henry.

Henry...

it's been a month.

You need to eat,

and you need to bathe.

The people think that you're dead.

My spies tell me so.

The city is a tinderbox.

Not everything is neatly ordered

like your printed page, Mother.

The people fear you have abandoned them.

You must show them that you're strong and well,

insist that our allies flush out

this faceless man who musters against us in France.

And why is that Spanish girl still here?

She has no child.

We must come to terms with Spain

and what to do with her.

Harry wants to marry her.

- What? - He wants to marry Catherine.

And people like a royal wedding.

I'll write to the pope for dispensation.

Harry cannot marry her.

She's his brother's wife. It's a sin.

She says she did not lie with Arthur.

Oh, she lay with him. I know that for a fact.

These are lies, wicked lies.

You don't think your spies tell you what you want to hear?

Arthur's dead.

Would you make him impotent as well?

The Tudors, unable to produce a male heir?

We'll be called weak.

Henry.

I don't know how you ever came to England

knowing you might never see your mother again.

I know it sounds foolish,

but I'm afraid that she's...

that she's cold down there.

In Spain...

we have bullfights.

We call them "the festival of the brave,"

because the bull is sacred, a deity.

When I was small,

there was a bull of such strength and courageous heart

that people came from all over Spain to see him.

He was called El Rey.

The finest matador was picked to fight him,

and in the ring, El Rey was gored

once, twice, three times...

but he did not go down.

The fight continued late into the night,

but El Rey wouldn't die.

As the sun came up,

the matador was so exhausted,

he had to be carried out.

But El Rey stood there,

broken and bleeding,

but for six days, he refused to die.

On the seventh day, they summoned my mother,

and she pardoned him.

You are El Rey.

You are wounded,

but you remain standing.

Yes, I stand...

for you.

And soon, we will be husband and wife...

God willing.

You think he will marry her?

Shh! I've told you not to talk

about their marriage until it is official.

Lord Stafford says that the prince falls in love

with a different girl each week.

Perhaps Lord Stafford speaks about himself.

He burns for me.

You said you had given him up, Rosa.

I want to, but I don't know how.

You are just tied up in a big, fat knot, because...

Why is it a fat knot?

Whatever it is, you are just tied up in it,

because when the Infanta marries Harry,

you'll have to wed an ugly Tudor man or lose your place with her.

Oh, so will you, if any of the English lords will still have you.

Uh, tell the Infanta I am on an errand.

Rosa!

Good to see you, too.

You may sit.

What news of His Grace, the king?

The king still mourns his queen.

- Parliament grows restless. - Everyone does.

In my parish, there's open talk now

of supporting a York claim, should it come.

- I've heard the same. - Enough. The kin...

Uh, forgive me, my lady.

I was detained.

The king has such a mighty heart

that when it breaks, it threatens to shatter the kingdom.

He will return from his grief,

but in the meantime, we will appoint a regent.

Oh, finally, a plan.

So, who will it be?

Me.

Stafford, have three garrisons stationed

in the boroughs to quell any unrest.

Let us hear no more talk of Yorks.

And all of you will contact any friends you have abroad

to discover the name of our tormentor

who's raising this unholy army against us.

Then we'll press Spain for the gold...

Spain does nothing for us,

except send us a barren, lying harlot

and expect us to pick up her laundry bills.

No, I will deal with Spain and the princess.

My lady.

The king tells me you have some devil's notion

that you will wed Prince Harry,

which is impossible, as you are his brother's widow.

I am a maid.

Our marriage was not consumma...

Yes, it was.

I have eyes and ears all over England.

I know if someone sneezes in Dorset or trips in Northumberland.

The boy who brought you your firewood in Ludlow, he was mine,

as was the girl who scrubbed the floors.

Everything that happened there came back to me.

Except the things they could not see, unless they see through walls.

I admit...

there were some acts that we...

engaged in for our pleasure.

But Arthur couldn't...

I am a virgin, as I was when I first came to England.

You, do you swim in the same sin as your princess,

or will you tell the truth?

It is true, my lady.

You were married many months.

You ask me to believe that there were

no natural acts between man and wife?

It saddened both of us.

And all the time we wondered if you were with child,

you said not a word.

I wanted to protect my husband's memory.

Then the queen died, and there was no time

- for Harry and I to... - Oh, get out.

Perhaps my lady has forgotten

we are within my rooms.

Get out. You and your Spanish harem will leave my palace.

I am the Dowager Princess of Wales.

You cannot simply throw me out.

Yes, I can, and have.

The king will not allow it.

The king is indisposed, and I am regent,

which means that from now, I am the king.

What have I done?

I've put us on the streets.

We have nowhere to live.

For now.

The king told her you were to marry Harry,

which means that he does not oppose it.

Lady Margaret's anger is a sign that you are winning.

She has drawn her sharpest sword, Highness,

and here you are,

unbloodied and alive.

I cannot ask Prince Harry to speak out for me

while he and his father are grieving.

It would be unseemly.

Let me ask at court about a place for us to stay.

In every battle comes a moment

when you think that you're beaten.

It is he who continues the attack who wins,

and we always win.

Hey hey!

Right. Better that.

Let me show you how to throw.

Harry, may I have a moment?

Yes, of course, Lady Grandmother.

There is a rumor that this Spanish widow

has set her sights on you,

which is, of course, unthinkable.

We cannot let so valuable a princess go to waste.

We need the Spanish treaty.

If we don't keep her, France will grab her,

and then fat King Louis would have

all that Spanish gold to use against us

or to push me from my throne,

when I inherit it from Father.

It may be Louis who musters men against us.

"If a man shall take his brother's wife,

"it is an unclean thing,