The Spanish Princess

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The time to strike is now.

The queen carries my son,

as I shall carry the banner of England into France.

Invade?

You can't possibly. We have a treaty with England.

Scotland has an even older one with France.

And you declare war on my family?

England is a land of women and children

in our army's absence.

Someone must defend them.

Advance!

The baby comes.

You have taken from me the father of my two sons.

Your sister Meg is grieving.

My sister Meg reigns over Scotland.

She should be glad.

She and her sons will keep their peace with us.

If you need to talk to somebody, I'm here.

He is a healthy baby boy,

and he has a twin brother.

Nothing is more important

than the king's heir.

Catherine!

Fetch a nurse!

It's a boy.

Catherine.

I know.

Even the Hanging Gardens of Babylon

cannot compare to one English orchard in summer.

I concede the point, Brandon.

The only view I remember in France

was the great sea of horses' asses

as the French army retreated.

At the first flash of English metal!

His Grace led a brilliant attack.

I'll raise a toast to it.

The queen, too? She had a victory?

No, the queen had a loss.

Indeed.

But now we must look to the future.

We must remember that peace is much less costly

to the royal purse than war.

The king has silenced France, Wolsey.

He has won the war.

Yes, he has.

But now we must consider who our European allies are.

We are very clear who our allies are, chaplain.

Despite our grievances with Ferdinand,

Spain remains our ally.

Your Grace, your father, Ferdinand,

cannot be rewarded for his treachery.

That would make the king look weak.

As would making making terms with France.

Our people have been taxed to the hilt

to fund the war with them.

We cannot make light of their sacrifice.

Nor maintain hostility for sentimental reasons.

We should dissolve Princess Mary's engagement

to your nephew Charles

and instead match her with King Louis

to make our peace with France.

Did you catch syphilis from some French whore?

Is this the fever talking?

Wolsey...

I have worked tirelessly to maintain

my nephew's betrothal to Princess Mary.

She's not a piece of meat to be thrown to French dogs.

Wolsey's doing this because...

I have failed to give the king an heir.

You will in time.

The king has always been impatient.

He will not even look at me.

Am I being punished...

for the claim I made about my maidenhood?

Shh, you must never talk about that...

Is this why my boys are being taken?

Catherine, you must stop this thinking.

It will make you mad.

God finds me unworthy.

Meanwhile, Wolsey is placing himself

in every part of our lives.

Not in every part, Your Grace.

Your influence over the king in certain areas

is still solely your domain.

You are right.

I will make him look at me tonight.

Come, Henry.

I am impatient.

I am impressed at your discretion.

'Tis a great king who does not rise to provocation.

Who do you think was provoking me?

The chaplain.

Wolsey is right.

Spain betrayed me.

Charles did not.

I'm exhausted now.

You will sleep better after we make love.

Hmm.

See how my hands are trembling?

It has been so long, it feels like the first time.

You only get one first time, Catherine.

In some rare cases two, but you pay for it dearly.

It's a joke.

Come.

Catherine, you are unnatural.

What is more natural than a man and woman

married in the eyes of God making love?

I can't be forced.

Then let me help you.

Go sit on the bed over there, turn your back to me.

Can you lift up your hair?

Show me the nape of your neck.

- Am I disgusting to you? - Don't look at me!

It has nothing to do with you.

It has everything to do with me!

I am the only person in the world

who can give you what you want.

So you do whatever you have to do so you can make love to me.

You put me off now.

Tomorrow, then.

Be ready tomorrow.

You know, Meg wrote to me.

Her two princes thrive.

Our king is dead, and our son Jamie

is not yet of age to succeed him.

- God rest the king. - God rest the king.

I will be regent until he is old enough.

The King of England backs me in this.

Your blodig brother?

I have his word that as long as I'm queen,

there will be peace.

Well, he says that now.

But what's to stop him riding up here,

try to take Edinburgh?

We should throw a wappinshaw

to gather axes, staves, two-handed swords.

We do not need more weapons. The battle is over.

We at least need cannons to protect the castle.

If the English take that, then...

Too late. Look who's on the throne.

James, James, come here, please.

My brother Albany must return from France.

He's next in line to the regency.

I am regent.

I am queen.

Is it not enough that we could not protect our king?

Is it not shame enough

that we were defeated by those shitey men?

Well, now we must look to a woman.

An English woman.

The King of England has written to me

that as long as I do not marry, I will be regent

until Jamie comes of age.

James, come here now.

Shh. Hush, now.

Thank you.

Hey, look at you, kissing English arsepiece...

...just like your father.

Get off me!

Leave him alone!

Get off him!

I appointed you to my council to work out how to bring peace,

and look at you, fighting like children.

Get out.

Get out!

Those children should be silent,

as should their mother.

My children are not safe as long as these men

will not be loyal to me.

Hey. Lady Pole.

Look at those boys.

Ah, eh, Thomas and Barnaby.

Ah, eh, come in.

You are so kind to visit us.

Lady Pole.

That is for us?

You are kind.

May I?

Shh, shh, shh.

How is the queen?

She's recovered?

I think so.

Are you well, Lina?

I am not making enough milk for both of my sons.

And now what little there is is drying up.

Well, you should have a wet nurse, as I had.

We cannot pay this on a soldier's wages.

I wish I had the funds to help you,

but I have no money of my own.

I am at the mercy of the Tudors.

Lina's boys have grown so much.

- Barnaby has learned... - Barnaby.

Such an English name.

Lina would love to see you.

Catherine, is it true?

Am I to marry the King of France now?

This is a scheme of Wolsey's.

What has it to do with him?

France is our enemy.