The Tudors

Previously on "The Tudors"...

I demand to know whose subjects are you:

The pope's, or mine?

Here is submission of the clergy, to your majesty's Will.

- The church is broken. - If I would weep, sir Thomas, I would weep

tears of blood.

His majesty clearly thinks that you are destined for better things.

Which is why he has appointed you his special envoy to the court of the emperor.

I've received a letter from our friend Cranmer.

In Nurnberg, clergy are allowed to marry.

And mr. Cranmer has taken full advantage of that fact.

- Lady Elizabeth. - What do you want?

You know what I want.

Are you really going to marry mistress Boleyn?

I have it on very good authority that she and Thomas Wyatt were once lovers.

- She denies it. - Well, she would, wouldn't she?

I said she denies it!

What of this girl, the king's whore?

Why doesn't someone just get rid of her?

If you succeed, you will be the beloved of god,

of his holiness, and of the emperor.

There are rumours that your grace secretly supports the queen.

- So what happened to you? - I grew up.

I come to offer my resignation for my post as chancellor.

I promise that I will never speak publicly of your majesty's great matter.

I will hold you to that promise.

We have a duty still to act in the interests of christendom.

Whatever the cost.

I promise you that the thing I have so longed for will be accomplished here.

Now, my love, let me conceive. And we will have a son.

His majesty commands that you be gone from this place.

Wherever I go, I remain his wife.

I beseech your highness not to pursue the path you seem to be taking.

Or you will surely follow Ahab, who married the whore Jezebel!

The dogs will lick your blood!

The Tudors - Season 02 Episode 03

- Pennington! - Ah, the Southwells!

How's your master, Boleyn?

That's Lord Rochford to you, Pennington.

Sir William Pennington to you, Southwell.

And how is your master? Master fucking Brandon?

Does he still persist in using the most foul and abusive language

against my master's daughter, Lady Anne.

- who is soon to be queen? - The duke can speak for himself.

I'm asking you, Pennington!

His grace wants nothing to do with the elevation of the king's whore!

Who's a whore?

- Let me pass! - Not till you've paid for that.

Run! Fetch the duke! Go!

Father, I seek sanctuary in this place.

Of course, my child.

Put up your swords, gentlemen. This is a place of god.

Defend yourself, Pennington.

Dear god!

You dishonour the Boleyn family whom you serve.

And you offend god by offering violence here.

Stop it.

Stop now, for the love of god!

Enough is enough!

You fool, Richard. You've killed him!

Oh, my lord.

They've killed him.

Murderers!

Oh my lord, my lord, I beg you, in the name of our lord.

One murder has been committed here already.

You scum.

- Your grace, we... - Shut up!

- You're both dead men. - My lord, listen! I beg you.

Those who commit murder in church are damned in the eyes of god.

This is your doing, Boleyn!

Lady Anne is not to be disturbed.

Suddenly everyone is beating a path to Lady Anne's door!

Why do you suppose that is, mr. Wyatt?

Because everyone prefers a rising sun to a setting sun, mr. Smeaton.

Now tell me, what are you writing at the moment?

A satire.

You find all this funny?

Well, it has its funny side, like all serious things.

For example and this will make you laugh, Mark.

Mr. Cromwell just told me I've been appointed to the privy council.

That's ridiculous.

Everything in life is ridiculous.

And to suppose otherwise is...

- It's human vanity. - Mr. Wyatt.

My lady.

- You know what? - No, I don't

I have a furious hankering for apples,

such as I've never had before. It started three days ago.

Apples?

Yes! Apples.

The king told me it was a sign I was pregnant, but

I said it was nothing of the sort.

What was that about?

What news from france?

None to give your majesty any satisfaction.

Although he promised to make representations to the pope on your majesty's behalf.

King Francis did no such thing.

It doesn't matter.

What else should we have expected from the king of France?

The fact is, I now have a good reason... a very good reason,

not to wait for the pope's decision.

The annulment of my marriage must be declared immediately.

Well, as your majesty is head of the church now,

- you yourself could... - No.

The annulment should still be decided and declared by the church proper.

That is to say, the Archbishop of Canterbury.

As your majesty knows, there remains a vacancy for that position.

I think I know exactly who will suit.

Mr. Cranmer!

Yes.

- Your belongings from Germany. - Thank you.

If you could just... thank you, sir. At last.

Katharina.

It's over now.

You're here.

I'm very relieved to see you, Thomas. I thought I was going to die!

It's not the nicest way to travel, even for an illegal wife!

It's over now.

You're here now.

Do you forgive me?

So...

This is England?

This is England.

They want to make Cranmer archbishop.

I wonder if the pope knows of the reputation Cranmer has here

for being devoted heart and soul to the lutheran movement.

He was once chaplain to the Boleyns.

He ought to be required to take a special oath not to meddle with the divorce.

Of course he'll meddle! That's what they want!

They don't care about holy curch anymore.

They don't even care about the people.

The king, in his blindness, fears no one but god.

I fear for the queen.

They say Anne Boleyn hates her openly and her daughter, too.

She's made threats against the child.

Those are dangerous words.

Think also of the lives of your own children.

What is this?

The bull "Sublimus Dei", holy father.

Remind me.

It forbids the enslavement of the native peoples of the new world.

Then we sign it very willingly. For the fact is, Campeggio,

that the kings of europe have power but no morality.

I must act as their conscience.

They are my wilful children and I their father,

leading them along the paths of righteousness.

So help me god.

And this?

The king of England asks your approval to appoint a new archbishop of Canterbury,

after the death of archbishop Warham.

And people say he doesn't care!

- What is the name of the candidate? - Thomas Cranmer.

What do we know of this Cranmer?

Virtually nothing.

He's an obscure cleric. A nobody.

There are strong rumors that he is a secret lutheran.

Then we should not approve his appointment.

No. Not in my opinion, holiness.

And yet...

we want to give the english church the opportunity to return

to its first allegiance, and our true faith.

We want to please the king.

We want to make him beholden to us.

What better way to please him than to approve the appointment of a nobody?

After all,

what harm can a nobody inflict upon our holy church?

Your grace.

We are most pleased to see you confirmed as archbishop.

Your majesty, I confess I had some scruples about accepting the office,

since I must receive it at the pope's hand.

You are not beholden to Rome.

Only to god. And me.

And now, archbishop, as principle minister of spiritual jurisdiction in our realm,

I ask you to determine once and for all,

my great matter.

Whether or not my first marriage was valid.

Majesty, I shall address the question with the greatest urgency,

and presently pronounce my verdict.

- Mr. Cromwell. - Majesty?

Since the departure of Thomas More, England has lacked a chancellor.

I am trusting you to fill that office.

Majesty.

Where is he? Where's Suffolk?

We are gathered here together, in the sight of god almighty,

to join in holy matrimony, this man and this woman.

And will you both answer that you will keep all these coming days rightful,

with rightwiseness and discretion, with mercy and truth.

So help you god.

Master Brereton.

It's no use. I failed.

And I can no longer bear this place.

Then go where your heart tells you.

With god's blessing.

- My lady... - The Duke of Suffolk.

Your grace.

My lady...

his majesty has ordered me here. He's asked me to tell you...

He warns you not to try to return to him...

since he is now married to the Lady Anne.

From henceforth, you must substain from using the title of queen.