- From the king, Mistress Anne. - Open it.
Open it.
Now send it back.
You heard me.
She did what?
Sent it back, Your Grace.
Anne.
I meant to come sooner. I'm sorry I did not.
- I've been kept occupied. - So I hear.
- Amusing the king. - Only that, sister. I assure you.
- Despite his best efforts. - What? And not yours?
How is it?
The child is strong.
It gives me no rest. Like his father.
Do you feel as awful as you look? You know, in France...
...no woman would allow herself to get in such a state.
Why did you come, Anne, if all you desire is to torment me?
Perhaps now you know how it feels to be deceived by your sister.
- I did nothing. - You stole the king away.
And then you betrayed me over Henry Percy.
If that's what you think, tell yourself that.
I did, sister. Every day and every night I was in exile.
A gift from the king.
Give it to my sister.
It's for you, Mistress Anne.
Me?
Then send it back. Immediately.
How dare he?
You see...
...I have your interests at heart.
Why?
Why this cruelty?
You know I love him.
Well, perhaps you should stop.
Your Grace.
Your daughter. Where is she?
Leave us.
Where is she?
Which one?
Your Grace, which one?
- Anne. - Your Grace?
- You received my gifts? - Yes.
- And? They did not please you? - On the contrary, my lord.
They pleased me greatly.
Why do you insult me by returning them?
Because you insult me by sending them at all.
My sister lies in bed with your child.
If you wish to please me, sir, send her the gifts you send me.
I have shown Mary enough kindness and generosity.
Now it pleases me to show you some.
I beg you, my lord, do not do this. What has changed so?
You. You have changed.
How could I forget? You chose Mary above me when we first met.
No, Anne. Yours was the only face I saw in the crowd that day.
And what I wouldn't give to go back to that day, my lord.
Have my chance again. But it's too late.
And I would never betray my sister. Now I beg you, leave me.
- This is too difficult to bear. - You see?
The same pain as mine. Proof you feel the same way.
Perhaps, but since it can never come to...
No, let me decide that. Allow me hope.
Leave me.
- Does the king know? - He's been told.
- Any moment, Your Grace. - How is she?
Brave and strong. All may be well.
Anne. Have you considered what I asked? Is there hope?
How could I ever trust you...
...when I've seen how you betrayed first your wife...
...now my sister?
I vow I will never lie with my wife, nor speak to your sister again.
Just allow me to hope.
A boy.
I will take care of Mary and the child.
Your Grace.
A son.
Very well, my lord.
You may have hope.
My one true love.
My lord.
Damn you. Not a single detail was left to chance.
- In the moment of our greatest glory... - Glory? What glory?
A mistress gave a man a bastard. No more.
A male bastard. A son.
The queen may yet give birth to a son.
The queen no longer bleeds.
- Can you be sure? - One of her physicians.
The moment this family provides a son...
...he turns his back on it on your account.
You better have a plan, and that plan had better work.
- Or what, uncle? - Enough.
Both of you.
And what about Mary?
And her child? Or have we forgotten about them already?
Mary and her bastard child will go back to the country.
It is the king's wish, and mine.
Very well.
And you can be the one to tell her.
I think you've earned that privilege.
How can you show your face in here?
My own sister.
Take care.
Because he'll only do to you what he's done to me.
You should not have given yourself so lightly.
These are the consequences.
I gave myself to a man I loved.
- And he loved me. - A man's love is worthless.
Our mother succumbed to love. Look what it got her.
A feeble husband.
Love is of no value without power and position.
If I give the king a son, he will not bear the name "bastard."
What you suggest is treason.
He cannot marry you. He has his queen.
Who cannot produce a male heir.
- You've reached too high, as always. - The king will deal with Katherine.
You'll hear about it from where I'm sending you.
You are to go back to Rochford.
Isn't that what you always wanted?
A life in the country, alone with your child.
Peter, over here. Fetch my lady's leg-warmer.
Your sister is gone, as you wished.
Will you give yourself to me now?
No. When you are loyal to me above all others.
- But I am. - No, you are loyal to the queen...
...above all others.
- I barely see Katherine. - But she sits on a throne beside you.
- Your right hand in matters of state. - For appearances' sake only.
Still, she is your queen. And ever present.
I feel her eyes on me.
And those of her spies.
Look at us. Forever reduced to meeting in secret like this...
...speaking in whispers. Hardly conducive to passion.
Well, what would you have me do?
We must now find a legal way around this instantly.
The only way forward is by legal means.
I don't care! I need to be rid of her. Find a reason.
Wolsey has agreed to draw up plans to send the queen to a nunnery.
This will leave you all alone in court.
Queen in all but name.
Is this assurance enough for you? Will you give yourself to me now?
My lord.
I desire nothing more.
But as long as we remain unmarried...
...any child I gave you would be dubbed "bastard."
And I a whore. Do you really wish that for me?
What alternative is there? Katherine is my wife.
I really do not know...
...why we waste our time talking of convents...
...when you could simply annul the marriage.
Then you...
...my sweet lord...
...will be free to remarry.
And I could give myself to you fully...
...give you everything you desire.
- Mary Talbot. - Who?
Mary Talbot, Henry Percy's bride. Leave us.
She has petitioned the king...
...demanding a divorce from her husband on the grounds...
...that his prior betrothal to you was actually consummated.
I knew this would come to haunt us.
- I must go to the king. - He doesn't want to see you.
He doesn't want to hear a word. He won't even talk to me.
The only Boleyn he'll talk to...
...the only person whose testimony he will trust, is Mary.
Then bring her here. Now.
You asked to see me, Your Majesty?
The queen is to be tried to test the validity of our marriage.
Before I subject a good woman to such an ordeal...
...I need to be satisfied...
...that the woman I'm replacing her with is beyond reproach.
This charge that Anne and Henry Percy...
...consummated their marriage...
...she denies it ever happened, but I need to be certain.
Can I trust her?
Why would you not?
Usually, my instincts are sharp.
But with your sister...
...she has a power over me.
I'm asking you because I trust you.
And because I believe, perhaps mistakenly...
...that you care for me.
And that you would put a matter of this importance...
...before family ambition.
I want to thank you for what you did today.
I am forever in your debt.
You owe me nothing.
I did it as a peace offering between us...
...so we may finally draw a line beneath everything.
Well, then let it be exactly that.
A new start between us, here at court.
Thank you, but I must return to the country.
You would leave me here alone...
...when the queen is going on trial?
Out of the question.
Out of the question?
Stay here with me.
Please.
I need my sister here by my side.
Crowds are with her.
The crowds have no vote...
...and the bishops that do are in Wolsey's pocket.
She's coming towards us.
So...
...the Boleyn whores.
Two former ladies of mine.
What did I do to upset you...
...that you should turn against me like this?
- You failed to give England an heir. - And that upsets you so?
- What upsets the king upsets me. - How dare you?
Katherine, queen of England, come to court.
You want me to creep away and become a nun?
Well, I shall not.
You want me to lie before God...
...and admit my first marriage was consummated?
Well, it was not.
You want me to retire and give up my daughter's claim...
...as sole rightful heir to the throne?
Well, I shall not. Not in a thousand years.
Not if you rack me to within an inch of my life.
I am Katherine, queen of England, the king's one true wife...
...and mother of the heir to the throne.
Beloved of the people, and beloved of a king...
...you have bewitched.
My lord, how have I offended you?
I have been a true, obedient wife.
I have loved all those whom you loved and given you children...
...though it has pleased God to take them away.
If there is any just cause against me...
...I will happily depart to my shame and dishonor...
...but I tell you, as God is my witness, there is none.
So I beg you, dear husband, to spare me this humiliation.
But if you will not...
...and you wish to challenge the validity of our marriage...
...then let it be in a proper court and by the only authority I recognize.
His Holiness himself, the Pope.
- It's a disaster. - Why?
If the trial continues, the bishops will still find in the king's favor.
Yes, but without the endorsement of the Pope, the result will be hollow.
The people will never support it.
Why does the king give Rome such power?
He should simply take matters into his own hands...
...and annul the marriage.
No, that would mean breaking with the Catholic Church.
- His faith would never allow that. - Nor his good sense.
Breaking with Rome would isolate England politically...
...and leave us at the mercy of the Protestants.
But the alternative is leaving England without a male heir...
...and risking civil war.
The very thing Henry fears most.
Somehow, I need to make him understand...
...that this will be worth it...
...when I am his queen and give him a son.
I know you.
You have decided but it grieves you.
Will you destroy your marriage, your country, your soul before God...
...on the whim of one girl because she denies you?
Because she tortures you with her refusal?
You think she doesn't know exactly what she's doing?
She wants me to step aside.
Where is my wise husband?
Where is he?
You are a king...
...so be one.
Now you will give yourself to me.
I thought I had made myself clear. Until we're married, there's no ques...
Damn you!
I have torn this country apart for you!
For which you should thank me, not be angry.
Broken with Rome.
Freed yourself from the decadence of a corrupt Church.
I've got rid of a good woman in the queen.
A husk who failed you, whose Spanish blood shackles you to Rome.
For which I will be excommunicated.
And instead, become head of a new church...
...the Church of England. Closer to God.
- Silence! Damn you. - Let go of me.
You're hurting me.
You'll show me it was worth my while.
How was he with you?
He was tender, surprisingly so.
Witch! Witch! Witch!
They're calling me a witch.
It will all pass when they see how he adores you.
Adores me?
Mary. Mary.
Mary, wait.
I must tell you. I'm leaving court and your father's employment.
I've seen enough.
You and I both.
I've saved some money.
It's not much, but it's enough to keep you.
To keep you safe.
I have my eye on a place in Tatton, near where I grew up, in the west.
- Stafford. - lf you came with me...
...I would never betray you or take you for granted.
It's impossible, you know that.
- My family would never allow it. - And you would care...
...what they think, after everything they've done to you?
Just one more. Just one more. Push. One more.
Come on, Anne. Push, push.
It's done. It's done, Your Majesty.
Well done.
What is it?
It's a girl.
A beautiful healthy girl.
A girl?
She has named her Elizabeth, after your mother.
- Is the child healthy? - Perfectly, sir.
Well, if we can have a healthy daughter...
...we can have a healthy son.
Who's he with?
- Jane Seymour. - No.
- How could he do this to me? - Anne, you need rest.
If I do not produce a son, who will help me?
Without a boy, he will pass me over.
I will not let him.
Elizabeth.
- How dare you? - There now.
- Humiliate me like this? - Stop.
- Why don't you just admit it? - Enough!
There's a girl. There now, quiet.
- I tell you, it's not true. - Liar.
- Leave me. - I can smell the whore on you.
Get away from me. You disgust me.
Quiet.
I struck him today. What am I doing?
I'm destroying it all on my own. I can't sleep.
- Without sleep, I cannot think. - Anne.
It's getting more and more difficult to arouse him.
Some nights, he cannot do it.
I have to resort to evermore degrading...
He hates himself in the morning.
He hates me for what I made him do.
It's slipping away and it's my fault.
It's my fault.
The queen is with child.
Anne, that's wonderful.
Take care now.
The queen is with child but the situation is delicate.
So your concern has just cause but keep your counsel for now.
This pregnancy is precarious.
If it is a boy, then the Boleyns will be untouchable.
But if it is a girl or a stillborn...
...then they and everyone connected with them will perish.
And that includes you.
So you and I need to work together, Jane.
I'm fine. I'm fine, thank you.
Just a bad dream.
You fetch my brother and sister, will you?
I lost it.
Almost without pain.
And so quickly...
...as if it never was.
Get rid of it.
Bury it. Get rid of it somehow. On the fire with it.
I feel his eyes on me.
Staring at me, wondering why I do not show.
You haven't told him?
Well, soon the truth will be out, that I cannot bear children.
He will have me burned as a witch.
But there's still time. You could yet fall pregnant.
He won't lie with me and risk damaging the child...
...he believes I'm carrying.
No.
Must I spell it out?
But lying with another man would be treason.
Stop it. Anne, it's madness.
No, don't you see? You're my only hope.
- I can't listen, it's monstrous. - Mary.
- No. Come, George. - George, please?
My life depends on it.
May God have mercy on you both.
I can't. I'm so sorry.
I just can't. I just...
I'm so sorry.
I'll tell the king in the morning.
Let's pray he takes pity on me.
I saw them. The two of them.
Yes?
Fetch my belongings and bring them to Rochford.
Your Grace. Lady Rochford is here to see you.
Not now.
She has news of her husband, George Boleyn, and the queen.
What is it?
I couldn't help it, my lord.
- I beg you, have mercy on me. - You witch.
- No, my lord. - You cursed, evil witch.
Why?
He came early.
Our son.
- There's no blame in that. - No.
Then what? What else have I done?
Guards.
- My lord? - Guards!
Please, please. No, spare me, please.
Please. Please, I beg you, spare me.
I've done nothing wrong. Please, no.
My children. My children.
Look what you have done.
It's a sad day for England when nobles do not rise for their queen.
And even sadder when that same queen...
...is charged with adultery and incest.
Charged is not convicted, uncle. Or is it in this court?
Master Cromwell, read out the indictment.
The charge is that in the 28th year of the reign of our sovereign Henry...
...king of England, his wife, the queen...
...being seduced by the Devil...
...did knowingly commit incest, high treason...
...and offenses against God.
How do you plead?
Not guilty, my lord.
The love I have for my brother is the natural love any sister...
... would have for someone with whom she's grown up...
... nursed when sick, played with as a child.
Judge me, my lords, but never forget...
...your verdicts will be judged by God in the greatest court of all.
My lords, the time has come to pass judgment.
- Guilty. - Guilty.
Guilty.
No, no, no.
No, no, no!
Please, please, you must believe me.
You must believe me.
I've done nothing, please. Please, My Grace.
The Lord is my shepherd. And thy kingdom will be free...
...to meet in green pastures and he leadeth me to a great lord.
He quicken my soul, he bringeth me in the path...
Leave us.
All of you.
Your Majesty.
I'm told I'm too late for my brother, George.
I beg you.
Spare my sister.
I understand she has offended you. You wish to replace her as queen.
But must she die?
She has been tried and found guilty.
You could send her away. No one would know.
Why are you here for her?
You have put yourself at great risk.
Because she's my sister...
...and therefore one half of me.
And I would do nothing...
...to hurt any part of you.
Go.
We didn't.
George and I, we...
The guards are letting them in.
You'll be spared.
The king as good as gave me his word.
He saw you?
They say he's with Jane Seymour now.
Is it true?
No.
Thank you.
A generous lie.
Will you hold me?
You'll look after Elizabeth?
It won't come to that, I promise.
I promise.
He'll keep his word.
I know he will.
Masters.
I here humbly submit to the law...
...as the law has judged me.
As for my offenses...
...God knows them.
And I remit them to God...
...beseeching him to have mercy on my soul.
I beseech Jesus...
...save my sovereign...
...and master, the king.
The goodli...
The goodliest...
...and gentlest master...
...there ever was.
My lady.
Mary, you risked your life coming to court...
... and were only spared because of my respect...
... and affection for you.
You are advised not to do so again.
You will not be shown the same clemency a second time.
May God bless you...
... and my son.
And may God have mercy on Anne's soul.
Sweet Jesus, I commend my soul to thee.
Mother, hand me the child.