Carom Shots (Carambolages)

Sir John.

Your Majesty. Welcome.

I lost my hat, riding here.

It's never too late.

You should marry again, have another family.

Perhaps you'll find a bride, while you're here with us.

Francis Weston...

I believe your gentlemanly touch is required.

Perhaps we should make a noise,

to wake him naturally?

Someone laugh?

Yes, do that, Tom.

I wasn't asleep.

Just resting my eyes.

This is no time to be shy.

Tell Cromwell what Henry asked you.

He asked me if I would look kindly on him.

If he wrote me a poem, for instance.

I said I would.

Good.

But if he attempts anything on your person...

.. scream.

What if nobody comes?

Don't scream.

Pray...

out loud.

Something that will appeal to His Majesty's piety

and sense of honour.

I'll get my prayer book.

I'm sure I can find something that will fit the bill.

Thomas Cromwell, Secretary to the King.

Show your colours!

Tell him to let us in, before I show his arse my boot.

Well...

.. how do I look?

That's why he sent you, isn't it?

To see if I really am dying?

He used to call me his flower.

When my first son was born, it was winter.

There were no blooms to be had.

He gave me six dozen roses...

.. made of the purest white silk.

Over the years, I have given them to those who have done me some service.

Will...

Will you let the Princess Mary visit me?

What harm can it do the King?

Chapuys has written to the lady Mary,

saying that he can get her out of the country.

Never!

I answer for it with my life.

What does Henry imagine?

Mary, returning with an army,

turning him out of his Kingdom?

It's laughable.

I answer for her intentions with my own person.

Your own person has a lot to do, madam -

guaranteeing this, answering for that.

You can only die once.

And when I do...

.. I will set Henry an example,

for when his own time comes.

Do you think about the King's death a lot?

I think about his afterlife.

Ah.

How is Boleyn's daughter?

She lost the child, I am told.

I know how that is.

Hmm.

She and the King have hopes of another child, soon.

Particular hope,

or general hope?

My thoughts always confided in you.

I do hope there is no rift.

Well? Is she?

She's said nothing, still?

Of course, the wise woman says nothing

until she feels the quickening.

Yes.

She's been wrong before...

.. but, yes.

Does the King know?

You should tell him. He might knight you on the spot.

I suppose it's to be expected.

She was with the King for much of the summer -

and when he wasn't with her, he would write her love letters

and sent them by the hand of Harry Norris.

My lady, I must leave you.

And you were usually such a good listener.

The window was open.

He was such an innocent...

What kind of monster would do such a thing?

Perhaps he got up on the ledge somehow and...

then his paws slipped.

~ Paws slipped? Paws slipped? ~ Oh, get away, Mary!

Oh, yes -

I've re-baptised my fool.

Well...

the King's daughter is almost a dwarf, isn't she?

The French will have a shock if they ever see her.

~ They'll have a shock. ~ Yes.

I know they're trying for a match between her and the Dauphin.

While my own daughter...

I told you to go to France and negotiate her marriage.

~ But you said you were ill... ~ I was ill.

You're never ill -

unless you want to be.

Huh.

And now the French laugh behind my back.

The French never intended a match.

It's as if my daughter had never been born.

As if Katherine was still Queen.

As if I didn't exist.

I won't let them make a royal match for Mary.

I want you to visit her.

Take one of your handsome young men with you.

She's never had a compliment in her life -

it shouldn't be hard to seduce her.

You want me to compromise her?

Mm.

Do it yourself, if you want.

I heard she liked you.

All that's needed is for her to make a fool of herself in public,

so she loses her reputation.

No.

No? No?

What?

That's not my aim.

Those are not my methods.

I know you're talking to the Seymours.

You think it's a secret,

but nothing is secret from me.

I can't believe you'd put your money on such a bad risk.

There was a time, madam, that you would listen to my advice.

Let me advise you now.

Drop your plans and schemes.

Put down the burden of them.

Keep yourself in quietness, until your child is born.

For Jane...

.. she's a distraction, that's all.

Let it run its course.

~ Pretend that you don't even see her... ~ He'll never abandon me.

Never.

Since my coronation, there is a new England

and it can't subsist without me.

I'm warning you...

.. make terms with me, Cremuel...

.. before my child is born.

I hear you're going to put all the nuns and monks out on the road.

Monsieur Chapuys,

wherever my commissioners go,

they meet monks and nuns who come to them, begging for their liberty -

and after the scandals I've heard, I'm not surprised.

Monks selling broken meats from the Last Supper to the poor.

Young novices being visited in their beds by older monks.

They claim they're living the "vita apostolica",

but you didn't find the apostles

feeling each other's bollocks, did you?

Tell your master I mean good religion to increase, not wither.

I won't tell my master lies, if I tell him what I see.

I see discontent.

I see famine, before the spring.

You're buying corn from the territories of the Emperor.

This trade could be stopped.

What could your master possibly gain, by starving my countrymen?

He would gain this - he would see how evilly they are governed!

Henry begins by mocking the Pope -

he will end up embracing...

.. the devil.

Eustache...

.. what's happened?

What is this?

I have news from Kimbolton.

Queen Katherine...

She has only one or two days to live and I don't want her to...

Thomas, I don't want her to die alone,

without anyone who loves her.

And I'm afraid the King won't let me go.

Will you let me go?

It would be a kindness

to let her have a visit from Ambassador Chapuys.

Why?

So he can intrigue with her more conveniently?

Her doctors suggest, Madam, that she will very soon be in her grave.

She'd fly out of it, shroud flapping,

if she thought she could cause me trouble.

Your Majesty, the Emperor may be a fond nephew,

but he won't keep up the quarrel for a dead woman.

This could mean the end to the threat of war - a new era.

Ambassador Chapuys...

Ambassador Chapuys...

has never acknowledged my wife as Queen.

Until he is prepared to bow before her, publicly,

there will be no diplomacy with that man.

At last, God!

Not before time!

She's very much looking forward to seeing her younger brother -

aren't you, dumpling?

And I share her impatience.

It has been a long enough wait.

I suppose we must expect the country to mourn for her.