The Spanish Princess

We should dissolve Princess Mary's

engagement to Charles

and instead match her with King Louis.

Wolsey's counsel is against me, and you are allowing it.

You don't give me what I need.

I stand here with a void in the middle of my body,

and you think God is punishing me,

but I have done nothing wrong.

Your Grace, my daughter wishes to marry.

Young Henry Stafford, he'll have her.

And might I suggest William Compton for you?

Your Groom of the Stool?

My brother Albany must return from France.

He's next in line to the regency.

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

until Jamie comes of age.

You are the greatest queen Scotland's ever known.

A Scot in France.

Would you rather I was back in Edinburgh,

taking the regency from your sister?

Do you think we can recover from this?

I want to.

I want it to be as it was before.

We are strong, Archbishop,

and none shall come between us.

The young men of the court are impudent.

Their eyes are ever on my bosom.

Even during chapel.

Sounds like you enjoy it, Anne.

Of course, I do not blame them.

But my husband is aggrieved.

Anne.

The child makes me nauseous.

Please fetch some lavender from the garden.

Oh, uh... yes, of course, Your Grace.

Let us pray she catches the eye

of one of her so-called admirers and they waylay her.

I think that they are only in her mind.

To salve her pain that her husband

will not attend her bed.

Any other woman but not hers.

She is not blessed with happiness

in marriage as we are.

We must be patient with her, then.

I will take some air.

Your Grace.

Catherine.

How is my magnificent son and heir?

Already looking forward

to his first ale, I'd wager.

Can he throw a punch in there?

He tells me he would have air and exercise.

But, Catherine, you know you must rest.

And sport. He is his father's son.

A king in the making.

It seems he has his mother's will.

Ah, there's Charlie with his bride-to-be,

the radiant Lady Elizabeth.

I believe we now address this fellow as Viscount Lisle.

Ah, that's right. Viscount, yes.

The first of many gifts I'm sure my encroaching marriage

will bestow upon me, Your Grace.

Uh, perhaps you will excuse us.

Elizabeth wishes to see the blasted yew tree

in the grounds.

What news?

Uh...

Wolsey asked if I'd consider making him chancellor.

He has just been made archbishop.

I do not think it such a bad idea.

It is a terrible idea.

Lord chancellor is second in power only to you,

and Wolsey is already high above his station.

Would he have a title from you every half year?

I fought nine years to be your queen.

You fought, or was it I who fought for you?

It was you, of course.

But I always wanted you.

What woman wouldn't?

And I will want you

till the sun goes down o'er all of time.

Until that day, will you be mine?

You are a beautiful poet.

It's easy with such a muse.

Oh, I want to shout it from the Highlands.

Margaret Tudor is mine,

and nothing will come between us.

It cannot. I forbid it.

And I am queen.

Or regent, at least.

Tell me about her...

your muse.

I used to hear tales of her as a girl.

- Mm, virtuous. - Hmm.

Thoughtful.

Devout.

Headstrong, stormy, wild.

And now?

How do you find her?

I find that she is a queen not merely in title...

but in temperament also.

He is here.

- So it's true. - What do you want?

- Get out! - You, cur!

You have compromised the queen!

He has not!

The earl of Angus is my...

He has robbed the dowager queen of her honor!

Forced her, filthy dog!

He did not force me!

- We are married! - What?

By Bishop McElroy at South Queensferry Kirk.

Last Saturday.

You can ask him if you will not take my word for it.

No, this cannot be true.

So unless you want to be hanged for treason,

release my husband now!

Away with you.

If this is true, then you have betrayed your country, madam.

- We took you as our regent... - Betrayed it?

...on the promise that you would not take another husband.

My children need a father.

And who I take to my bed is my own province

and not the business of this council.

It's every bit our business!

Did your brother put you up to this, huh?

The Douglases have always licked the balls of England.

Is this his secret plan to rule us?

King Henry doesn't even know.

And Angus will not rule with me.

I am regent with my son.

Angus is only my husband.

Oh, and that's what he told you, is it?

And you, you'd be happy with that, would you,

eh, Angus?

Having some wee lassie tell you what to do?

I married her for love in God's eyes,

- as she did me. - No.

My brother, the duke of Albany, will be summoned

back from France, and you will cede the regency to him.

He will govern Scotland.

Over my dead body. I am queen!

He will take custody

of Princes James and Alexander.

We won't have our country ruled by this prick.

Hey! Get back here!

Angus, run!

What are we doing?

Get back here!

You bastard!

Angus, you get James. Alexander, darling.

They should not defy you, Your Grace.

Quickly.

Down the stairs, now!

Down the stairs!

Down!

You bastard! Stay where you are!

Angus, you bastard!

Get back here!

Get out! Get out!

You tricked us! Both of you tricked...

- Move it! Out of the way! - Help me!

You will rue the day that you challenged me!

I am regent with full support of England

and Spain through Catherine.

You are dead men from this day,

and they will... they will burn your entrails

for disrespecting me.

Will they?

Can anyone in your family

be trusted to convey a letter?

My Uncle Gavin.

He'll come soon enough when he hears of this.

Watch at the window for him.

You will write your brother for his help?

I will do more than that.

I will write to Catherine.

Henry.

- Catherine? - Your Grace.

Is it the child?

No, no.

No, he is quite well.

It is another matter.

I must speak with you in private.

Your sister writes to me. She...

About her hatred of her fat French husband.

- This is not news, Catherine. - Not Mary.

Meg.

She has remarried.

Archibald Douglas, the earl of Angus.

She has done what?

The Scots are up in arms about it,

saying they will terminate her regency

in favor of the duke of Albany,

whom they have summoned back from France.

What in God's name is the matter with her?

After everything I've done for her,

this is how she shows me thanks?

She asks for you to send an army.

But, uh, to make it clear