- Fire!
Reload. - Stand ready!
- Good God, man!
Did you not find anything to eat?
- There's nothing to find, my Lord.
The whole countryside for miles and miles is stripped
of every sheep, cow, pig, hare... of anything edible.
We had French peasants come up to us, crying piteously
in God's name for a piece of bread to keep alive
their little ones who are dying for want of food.
- It's not their little ones I worry about.
It's my own soldiers.
It's a pity the French will not come out
and break lances with us, as they used to do.
Then I could truly fancy I was Lancelot Du Lac.
Instead of sitting here in our own shit
and starving to death!
Except for the bastards who try and run away!
- Forward!
Reload!
- Ah! Oh! - Run! Run!
- Stop! Stop! Wait!
Don't move.
Dai! Tornianno a lavorare.
We do not have time to be afraid, my friends.
Go, back to work.
- Ah! Do you know where we are?
- The castle's still 300 feet away.
- Christ!
- How many men have died of the flux? - So far?
Two thousand. And a further three thousand are sick with it
and not fit to fight.
The sick are using up our limited resources.
In my opinion, your Majesty,
they should be separated from the well and transported back to England.
- That would mean that I would have to that several ships from my blockade!
What is the cause of this bloody flux that so unmans us?
- Your Majesty, there is much disagreement as to causes.
Some say it is the result of lack of supplies.
Others, by contrast,
say it comes of greed,
the men having gorged themselves on unripe fruit
and shellfish when they first arrived.
What is certain is that there is no way known to man
to stop its spreading infection.
If the siege should continue for much longer,
I'm afraid a great portion of your Majesty's army will soon
be dug into the fields of Boulogne.
- I will hear not hear anymore about it!
You are as much my enemy as the French,
since you seek to demoralize, to lie about our weaknesses,
and to spin tales of sickness.
These men are not sick from the flux but from cowardice!
And I will not send cowards home!
They will either fight or I will hang them by the wayside.
You! Get them from their sickbeds
back into that trench, or I will make you a head shorter.
- Yes, your Majesty.
- And in the future-tell me the truth!
- -Perhaps the initials of these names...
- Majesty, Bishop Gardiner asks for an audience.
- Send him in.
- Majesty. Come, ladies.
- Your Grace.
- Your Majesty.
I have come to hear if there is any fresh news of the King
and his affairs?
- The King is very well and in the best of spirits.
I am told he has never seemed happier.
- We all pray
for the King's life and his success.
There is one matter I should discuss with your Majesty,
since you act as Regent in his absence.
- Go on.
- Having discovered a nest of heretics
among the King's musicians- and destroyed it...
We now discover that there are heretics
even in the King's privy chambers.
- Of whom do you speak, my Lord?
- The King's barber and the royal cook.
We have enough evidence
to draw up this draft indictment.
All that we require is your signature.
- My Lord, I praise you for your diligence in these matters.
But I do not think it proper to arrest men
so close to the King's person-without first asking him.
Oh, and there is one other matter.
We have heard rumors of an outbreak of plague near Windsor.
So I have decided to invite the Prince Edward
to come here to court and stay with me.
- As you wish, Madam.
You! Move yourself!
Sergeant, over here!
Right, men!
All you boys, let's have you now.
Move it, move it! Raise the light, boys!
All you, come! - PÃ¨re!
Papa! - ChÃ¨re! Mon chÃ©rie.
- Comment vas tu?
- Je vais bien. TrÃ¨s bien. - Mademoiselle,
in return for your cooperation,
I have decided to allow your father to escape.
- My cooperation?
- You must promise not to try and escape yourself.
Bring those provisions over here, now!
- IL veux me garde Ã votre place
- Vous Ãªtes beaucoup-
My father agrees.
Thank you.
- He must go now.
- I'll miss you.
Relee him outside the camp.
Together now!
Come on, up on your feet!
- What about water? - Fire!
- So, how are things, Harry?
- Good.
- Here. - Reload! - Here's some food.
- That's your food. - You need it more than I do.
I just sit outside and watch the seagulls.
Go on, take it!
Eat it, Harry.
- And the horses! The horse is magnificent.
- I bid you most welcome, my Lord Hertford.
I take it your visit here confirms your confidence
in the Queen's Regency! - Majesty.
- Majesty, I have heard nothing but praise
in all quarters for the dedication and skill of Queen Catherine in matters of state.
She has great clarity of mind,
and a woman's touch which soothes and cures
where a man would usually rush into anger and complaint.
- And the boy?
- Prince Edward is well and healthy.
- A toast to his health! - To the Prince.
- To Prince Edward. - To the Prince.
Bring it round!
- What is it?
- I have to tell your Majesty that I have received word that the Emperor has seized
both the fortresses he was besieging,
and has taken fifteen hundred enemy prisoners.
- What did I tell you, Senor Treviso?
I never trusted your methods. Everything has taken too long. - Majesty...
- And you don't know how to handle the soldiers! None of you do!
I swear to God I could have told you.
Siege warfare makes men idle and bored.
They get soft. Isn't that right, your Grace?
The men get soft. - It's true,
the camp is swarming with prostitutes. But even so, considering the conditions...
- I want to make sure of the troops' good behaviour
in case of an assault.
We shall explode one of the charges under the castle walls
prematurely-without warning.
That way, we can observe the temper and the disposition of the troops in a sudden crisis.
- Majesty, please. Listen to me, I beg you!
We are only days away from mining under the castle...
For the love of God, please.
So many, many lives lost-and for what?
Majesty, give me two days.
- This is your food. Isn't it?
- What about the people in the town? What are they eating?
- Their cats. If they have cats.
Cannons coming.
We need some help over here!
- Why did you let my father go?
- I questioned him.
He couldn't tell me anything useful about the town's defenses.
- And I can?
Why are you keeping me here?
Are those muskets prepared?
- Lady Mary.
- Your Majesty. I wanted to show
you my translation of Erasmus's "Gospel of St. John."
It is only started.
But it is dedicated to you...
Since I know how much our faith matters to you.
- Thank you, Lady Mary.
I am deeply touched.
Come!
This is so nice for me. To be with all three of you together...
Which I think is as it should be!
- Edward! I'll catch you!
- Prince Edward! Prince Edward! A little decorum, please!
- Edward! - Come here, your Grace.
Now, tell me,
you love the Lady Bryan, don't you?
- Yes.
- I think she loves you too
But I think that it is time you were breeched
from the Lady Bryan and her nurses
and I think that you are old enough to be placed with your tutors, don't you think?
- I suppose so.
- Well, don't worry. There'll be other boys too.
There'll be the Duke of Suffolk's son Henry.
And it won't be all learning languages
and scriptures. You'll also learn tennis and fencing,
music and dance. Well, that will be fun, won't it?
Good night, Prince. Lady Bryan, thank you.
- Good night, your Majesty. - Good night.
- Your Majesty.
- Good night, your Majesty. - Good night, Lady Mary.
Come here, young lady. Let me hug you.
I expect great things of you, and I shall not be disappointed.
- I hope not.
- Now off to bed, sweet girl.
Mistress Ashley-a moment.
Anne.
I believe that I can trust you.
I think that your family are reformers.
- Yes, Madam.
- Lady Elizabeth's mother, Anne Boleyn, was also
a Lutheran and a reformer.
I suppose it is my duty, therefore, to bring
the daughter up in the mother's faith.
Would you have any objection to that, Mistress Ashley?
- None, your Majesty.
I should be proud to help the Princess thus honor
the memory of her mother, whose life-and whose faith...
Too many so easily disparage.
- Good. Then I will appoint
as her tutor Roger Ascham. He is also one of us.
Mistress Ashley, this conversation never happened.
Good night. - Good night, your Majesty.
Good night.
- What?
- I broke my promise.
I escaped.
But I came back.
You've got blood on your head.
Take shots. Come on! Forward!
Forward! For your lives!
Take the front!
- Thank you.
All of you.
It has been an honor and a privilege
to have worked alongside men such as you.
Gratia.
God be with you.
Gratia. - God bless you, sir.
- Gratia Mille.
Go.
Clear the way! Clear the way!
Move for the cannon!
- Come on Girolamo, come on.
- Go! Run!
Run!
- He lied to me! He's a charlatan!
- Girolamo's mad again!
- Go, go! Run!
- No!
Girolamo! - Save yourself!
- Get in here, get in here, get in here!
- They're injured in the mine!
- We found somebody! Quickly, get him out!
- Go on! Go on, sir!
England!
- The wall is down!
Victory!
- Is there anyone else?
Are there any others?
Is there anyone else alive in there? - No.
- For the King!
- England!
- Section Commanders, form up!
Form up your men! Prepare to take the city!
Forward!
- Prepare to take the city!
Prepare to take the city! - Yes.
- Children! Lady Mary! There is great news from France!
The ng has taken Boulogne.
He is safe and triumphant.
Your father is a hero!
He has captured Boulogne! - Kat-obviously thrilled.
- I'm certain he'll be home
very soon. How wonderful.
- Most victorious Prince,
as Governor of Boulogne,
I have no choice but to surrender the keys of the town.
- Monsieur.
- I trust your Majesty will allow the inhabitants
of the town and its unarmed garrison
to leave unmolested and in safety.
- I do so swear, on my honor.
Although you and your company, despite God's will
and contrary to all justice,
withheld from me a town which, being a noble part
of my inheritance, belonged to me.
- Well, I congratulate your Majesty.
You have captured one of the most beautiful towns in France.
- In their great necessity, many of them ate horseflesh.
- Did you see them go out? Even the priests were thin!
- So, my Lord Hertford...
Was it well done or not?
Was it not God's will that we should reclaim
part of our just rights and inheritance?
- Majesty, the capture of Boulogne will live forever in the hearts of all Englishmen.
And the eighth Henry as well as the fifth,
in the glorious annals of our realm.
- I call Boulogne "our daughter."
And I am the "King's Highness of Boulogne!"
- I look forward- - Hertford.
- Majesty. - I have a lot of unfinished business there.
- A toast! To all. - To all!
- And to victory. - And to victory!
- Your Majesty.
- Your Grace.
Your Grace, I have much to thank you for.
You have distinguished yourself above all in this campaign.
- I am grateful to your Majesty.
And now, I assume, we are march on Paris?
- Why would you assume that?
- Forgive me, your Majesty. I don't understand.
I thought that was the purpose of the pact with the Emperor.
- Do you suppose
we should march on Paris with half an army,
with thousands of sick soldiers, and in winter?
No, your Grace,
right now, Boulogne is now far more important to me than Paris...
Than ten Parises! No, we shall back to England.
We have gained here a singular victory...
And I mean to hold onto it.
I shall leave Surrey in command of the town.
- Surrey? - Yes.
Is that a problem, your Grace?
- No, your Majesty.
- Your Grace.
- I'm sorry.
Is that what you want?
Move all that wood over there!
- Am I free to go?
- Yes.
You're free to go.
- You didn't ask
for a ransom?
- No. - Up on your feet.
- Then do you think I'm not worth anything?
- You are worth everything.
Need some more powder?
- Come back with me. - Where?
- To England.
- As your- - Yes sir, straight away, sir.
- -mistress? Your French whore?
- No. - Then what?
- Je t'aime
Je t'aime. C'est tout.
- My Lady.
- Your Majesty,
it makes me so glad
to see you so well and happy.
And returned safe, thank God.
- And victorious, thank God!
- And victorious.
- Kate.
Bishop.
- Gentlemen, for all this celebration, I am very worried
about our state of affairs. The King's enterprise
has bankrupted our exchequer.
Is that not correct, Sir Richard?
- We are at our wit's end to know how to get revenues
to pay for the Boulogne campaign,
or even shift for the next two or three months.
- We are at war with France and with Scotland; we "ve the enmity
of the bishop of Rome. We no longer have
assurances of friendship with the Emperor.
This war has proved noisome to the realm
and disastrous for our merchants.
Oh gentlemen, God help us,
we live in a world where reason and learning no longer prevail
and covenants are little regarded.
- And where it seems even our Queen is a heretic.
- It's true.
And it will be God's work to destroy her.
- Your Excellency. - Excellency.
- Your Excellency. - Your Grace.
- Your Majesties,
you should know that, due to my infirmity,
I have applied for a recall to Spain
and am even now am awaiting the Emperor's permission.
Madam,
I would like to take this opportunity to thank you,
on behalf of his Majesty the Emperor,
for all that you have done for the Lady Mary
and for fostering the friendship between England and Spain.
- Excellency, what I have done for the Lady Mary
is much less than I would like to do,
as well as being my duty in every respect.
And as for the friendship between our two countries,
I have done and will do nothing to prevent it
from growing still further, as the friendship is
so necessary and both sovereigns...
so good.
- As are you, my Lady.
- Excellency!
- Majesty.
- I hear your Master has signed
a separate treaty with the French.
Is it true?
I asked you if it was true!
Is it so hard a question, Eustace?
- Yes, it's true, your Majesty.
- And why should he do that?
We were supposed to be allies.
- I believe his Majesty had no choice.
He had spent too long besieging the town of Luxembourg;
His army was riddled with disease.
- He still should not have done it!
Behind my back!
I trusted him...
And he betrayed me. - Your Majesty, I am sure...
- No, you defended and excused him your whole life!
He is not to be trusted...
And you should be relieved that you no longer have to lie on his behalf.
You have my permission to leave my court.
I wish you a long and happy retirement, your Excellency.
- Your Majesty.
- Excellency. - Your Excellency. - Farewell, your Excellency.
- God speed, your Excellency.
- She is taller than me, isn't she?
- A little.
- How would you describe her?
- I would describe her as my wife.
- When shall I meet her?
- Do you want to meet her?
- No. But your son...
Henry? Yes, sometime.
What are you thinking?
- That I was dead,
and am alive again.
Let me look at you.
- Say something.
- Words aren't important.
- You mustn't go. I forbid it.
- My Lady, I have to.
You can see how it is with me.
- And what about me?
- Madam, I don't think I could have ever left you
than Queen Catherine's.
I believe she loves you.
- She may love me.
I don't know.
What I do know is that she is not of our faith.
She pretends-but she is not a Catholic.
She is a heretic-and still you leave me in her care! - Madam...
- No...
No, it is not your fault.
It is my fault. If I had been
a boy and not a girl, none of this would have ever happened.
And England would still be faithful.
- Princess! I beg you.
- I am a lot older than I was when I first knew you.
And wiser.
I do not know if I shall ever be married,
or if I will ever be Queen.
Probably neither. But if I do become Queen,
I swear to you now on the Holy Gospels
and on the soul of my mother,
that I will make England faithful again.
I will do whatever it takes,
I will burn however many heretics I have to,
I will spill as much blood as I have to,
to make this unfortunate realm Catholic again,
and heal it, so help me God.
- May I?
Take this ring,
in memory of me.
It was a gift from the Emperor...
Who received it from your mother.
- Your Majesty,
we have received news that,
as well as concluding his separate peace treaty
with the French at Crecy, the Emperor has
given permission for a marriage between his daughter
and the Duke of Orleans.
- All right.
- There is further news.
We understand that the Dauphin,
and an army of over 36,000 men
are preparing to march on Boulogne.
- I want my victory to be celebrated in every house in England.
It was, after all,
a very glorious affair.
I want you to arrange for every bell
to be rung and a mass of Thanksgiving
to be said in every church.
I want the name "Boulogne"
imprinted on every English heart...
Just like "Agincourt"!
- Yes, your Majesty.