In the wake of his multiple marriages, the murder of Darnley
and revolt against Bothwell, your real cousin, Mary Stuart,
He fled to this country and put themselves at the mercy of your majesty.
She returned to V. protective kindness inspiring countless
Conspiracies, encouraging demonic priests, conspiracies
papist and all forms of dangerous mischief. 20 years
it infects the kingdom while his son Jaime ranks
Scottish throne. And yet, Lady, I refuse to recognize it
as the enemy and nothing you do for your livrardes you and V. kingdom of this snake.
The caution I can understand better than anyone, Walsingham, but your
fears beyond reason. See danger in any shade. Your brain
deve-twist is ansiedade as fosso um snakes.
It is simply just concern for the security of Your Majesty.
It is more than that. It is ingrained in you one melancholy ...
Aconselho heat.
Heat, Senhora?
Angry rowan, borage and white wine
liberate your body that tainted blood.
Still, with all due respect,
my anxiety will not disappear.
Because of my cousin?
Mary, Queen of Scots is a constant threat.
As? Saved in the security Chartley with Sir Amyas Paulet
charge of its surveillance? Mary is no threat to anyone.
Their mere presence in England is a threat to V. life.
My life?
There will be conspiracies, murderers will be discovered ...
Tire me, old Moor.
The issue creeps. Something has to be done.
Later then! Tomorrow.
I'm not in the mood for this dark matter ...
Also, I am satisfied with this state of affairs.
She is guarded day and night. All correspondence is forbidden him,
any contact with your friends is avoided. It can not hurt me!
Remember she has many tricks.
You can fool the close of the jailers.
Sir Amyas Paulet is a faithful servant. Will not fail me.
I repeat, Lady. Its mere presence endangers V. life.
Only with V. death she can aspire to total freedom and the restitution of their property.
She is still a sovereign princess! Not wish to discuss this matter further, Sir Francis.
My cousin remain in Chartley.
Batem to porta
I did not call, Sir Amyas.
I just came to inquire of health Highness.
Most certainly come spying on me ... to certificardes you that I am not involved in conspiracies.
Conspiring with the birds, perhaps, or bribing the mice to escape.
Until your smile freezes me the heart.
The great Elizabeth could not have chosen a better watchdog.
Prezais your work, right?
It is certainly a pleasure to serve Her Majesty as she chooses.
And she chooses to be denied me talk to my servants?
I do not understand, ma'am. It was not instituted any ban.
So why was my valet questioned this morning I?
A sensible precaution, nothing more.
I wanted to make sure she was not involved in secret affairs to V. command.
A washerwoman involved in secret affairs?
Could carry letters ...
Yes, indeed. That possibility had not occurred to me.
I think, Sir Amyas, who are the strangest man I've ever met.
Profess religious devotion, but V. life seems founded on cruelty.
Not cruelty, Lady. Severity. Strict observation of compliance with His Majesty orders.
It was not cruelty that V. impelled to burn my embroidery and other harmless present,
because you thought you could comfort me?
Embroidery, as you call them, were but symbols of the Catholic blasphemy.
Also, I have orders not to receive her gifts, harmless or otherwise.
I was simply to fulfill my duties.
What great sins are committed in the name of duty!
One more thing, Sir Amyas.
Because I am now prevented from providing charity to the people of the village?
I consider this unnecessary.
Not necessary? Many of them are poor! They deserve our charity.
If they are poor, it is because of their license. No virtuous man needs charity.
Plus, Lady, I suggest you unceasingly payments between You and V. created.
For what reason?
The distinction between reward and bribery is dangerously blurred.
... I desire to avoid misunderstandings.
I have no doubt that these restrictions do not come from Isabel, but of your hatred for me.
If it esa V. opinion, you can find her some comfort.
It is a well-founded opinion. Even in Tutbury, even when I was seriously ill,
do not you have shown any kindness.
V. The immediate needs were provided.
My sheets were never changed!
They were yes, ma'am.
Only when I complained more vehemently.
Perhaps devesseis have you complained earlier.
You will not have done anything for my well-being in this miserable house. No wonder it has fallen ill.
All corners were soaked in urine, gloves bred animal,
moisture hampered my bones. That fetid air mortified me the spirit.
That was emTutbury, Lady. surely you are happier now that YOU have changed Vos.
How can I be satisfied in a prison?
They tell me that there is a place in England, a forest in St Leonards, where nightingales sing ever.
An invisible evil away from them. They sing all around, but never in this forest.
I fear that pass the same to me in this house. Just think of death ...
God give you comfort, sir.
That white nudity so that will soon be torn ...
I am Richard Topcliffe, faithful servant of his glorious Majesty, Queen Elizabeth.
Torturador Mor.
His glorious Majesty entrusted me the systematic destruction of their enemies.
I am very close to the throne, Father. I saw her naked above the knee.
She trusts me. I have a mission to rid her of the Catholic plague.
The work of my life.
Whence come ye? English University in Rheims, perhaps?
Or seminar in Douai?
Yes ... you have air Jesuit.
No stable doubt convinced that ye go convert all of England with your tricks papists.
Unfortunately stable mistaken.
Where have you been hiding?
In whose house you said Mass?
As you have come this far?
Ye shall not be silent much longer, traitor priest. No man is silent in foal.
Oh, forgive me, Lord.
Who are you?
-Who am I? I want to know Thy name.
There is no need for it, Lord. I did not mean to offend anyone.
I believe that Thy name is Babington.
Then you have no reason to ask.
Sir Antony Babington.
Because smile at me like that?
One day you will understand. Take care, Sir Antony. Take great care ...
Sir Francis...
So what you have news?
Letters from Paris, MS. Through them I learned that Bernardino Mendoza incite war V. Majesty.
Mendoza?
The Spanish ambassador. He was fired by V. order.
Ah, yes, the sour Mendoza.
He now represents Spain at the court of King Henry.
Then I feel sorry for the French.
One of my men intercepted a letter written by Mendoza and to the Secretary Idiaquez.
"The insolence of these people exasperates me so I want to live just to get back at them."
It refers, of course, to England.
"I pray to God that soon the time comes and I can be an instrument in his punishment.
"I will cross barefoot Europe to achieve it." - And there's much of the same content.
The ravings of a Spanish courtier not interest me at all.
Nevertheless, Catholics tempers rise from outside Europe. Mendoza is a widespread opinion.
In V. opinion, Sir Francis, in his, in your ... In my opinion, Mendoza suffering from wounded pride.
In addition, it has little influence. You lose V. time with this.
Mendoza by itself is not important, I agree, but in context ...
Good...
I feel I must tell you that I have reflected on our conversation about Mary, Queen of Scots.
I believe, Sir Francis. A V. mind deals with this particular problem.
And rightly so. The situation regarding press V. has changed lately.
I am not aware of any change.
I refer to Catholic Europe. 10, 20 years ago, the real V. cousin had bad reputation.
The marriage to Bothwell angered Pope Pius and many believed that Mary had betrayed the Catholic cause.
Most recently, it is seen very differently.
Some describe it as a martyr.
Your youth errors are forgotten,
forgiven up, and is now venerated as the luminous glory of English Catholicism.
It was even hinted that she renounced the throne V. for their faith!
- Good heavens! - Hence my concern about the letter of Mendoza.
It is just one example of the growing opposition to V. Majesty.
Na Europe.
Na Europa, sim, mas...
Such men easily find allies here.
Just a spark. The network has to be tightened around her and the entire Catholic rabble!
No. It rains too. I will not ride today.
No doubt it pleases you, Sir Amyas.
Like me?
I know that I will be incarcerated for another 20 hours.
At least spare the work to your men follow me.
Maybe it does not rain tomorrow.
Maybe.
Oh, let me, Sir Amyas. V. The company is darker than the storm.
Mrs.
Already almost forgot, Lady. Here's a gentleman.
A gentleman?
Comes in state affairs.
It occurred to me which you might like to talk to him.
And your duties?
Mrs?
I thought being sealed such modest pleasures.
He is reliable. Also, do not want to be your executioner, lady.
Very well, Sir Amyas. I will be happy to see this gentleman "reliable".
Gilbert Gifford, Lady.
Bom dia, Gifford.
Mrs.
Thank you, Paulet. You may go.
V. This is the first visit to Chartley, right?
Majesty.
Gifford, you are Catholic!
Son of a loyal Catholic family. I am a gentleman and devoted to the Virgin Mary.
Correis great danger.
Not me. There careful preparations underway. Won the favor of the powerful Walsingham
and, through him, Sir Amyas Paulet.
Gifford, you are very welcome! - And with the noble V. consent,
I will do all I can to help Your Majesty.
As?
As ordenardes.
Gotta have news.
Of your friends?
Is that possible?
There are secret letters from France.
I will try to devise a plan to bring them here.
Beware. I am heavily guarded. Day and night. And very cunning.
In addition, Sir Amyas, has a new lieutenant.
A man of whom I suspect and I hate more than anyone.
His beard stinks of vomit. - And your name?
Phelippes.
Thomas Phelippes.
I know it? - You are right to fear him.
Lies and deception are their greatest virtues.
So what hope there is in my release?
Your mission is impossible, brave Gifford.
No mission is impossible, Your Majesty.
Remember that you have many friends here and abroad, who only want to see V. away from this place.
We will not fail.
You did well, Philippes. I'm more rested.
It very grumbles, but Sir Amyas unyielding.
He sees his present discomfort as fair remuneration for
your license of yore.
I suspect that she may believe that is an Almighty agent.
Yeah, well he would.
It is for him a sacred mission.
And for us a constant anxiety.
His Majesty did not consent to act?
No Unfortunately.
I told it as strongly as possible,
she listens with obvious reluctance and then insists that nothing we do.
Brotherly love, perhaps.
Fear, most likely. Fear of revenge by the
supporters of Mary. If a queen is killed, why not the other?
There is some truth in it, no doubt.
The problem is: what is more dangerous? Maria alive or dead?
V. This is the problem, Sir Francis. I thank the Lord than mine.
The pain came back, sir?
Rarely gives me rest today. I have even'm used to.
Should I call the doctor?
No no. Help me to sit.
You ought to rest more, Lord. Seek appropriate help.
The spasms are short. Soon I will be better.
So there is still anything else?
I came across a small secret information ...
The Ballard priest returned to this country.
You are in London?
Wrapped in a cloak of secrecy. Styling himself Captain Fortescue.
Soldier dress, tell me.
Captain Fortescue?
Sir Antony Babington, que honra.
My servant told me that queríeis see me.
Yes, Lord, it is true.
It is too late. I'm not used to receiving visitors at this time.
My issue can not wait.
So now we have issues in common?
Oh, yes, sir. And of extreme urgency.
Forgive me, Captain, but did not know ...
You may consider me a stranger, Sir Antony, but I know you as a friend.
As a friend?
Come and reliable friend, Lord.
I know, for example, that you are a gentleman of Dethick, 25, rich and who knows
many young and courageous gentlemen.
Frequentais a corte de Isabel onde sois estimado.
And yet I know that profess the Catholic faith and that much you love our Lady,
Mary, Queen of Scots. Is not true?
I have to pay you bills, captain.
Believe that you have nothing to fear. I'm captain. My name is John Ballard
and I am a priest. This was just a ploy to your servants.
You are welcome, Father.
Very welcome to my home.
Thank you sir.
Will drink some wine?
Later, perhaps after we talk.
Very good. Sit down, please.
Tell me, Father. That issue to discuss is this?
Briefly, it is the combination of plans to eliminate the English Queen
and put our gracious Mary in her rightful throne.
Eliminate the English queen?
Only with his death the kingdom can aspire to a monarchy law
and true religion.
And so you come to me?
It is known that you are gallant and adventurous.
In addition, you are highly esteemed by your friends.
You are now your leader.
Even so...
Are you afraid?
I do not know what I am. I need to think.
So these things in it:
I was recently in Paris and talked there with Bernardino Mendoza,
the Spanish ambassador.
He knows our plan and promises us troops to come to our aid.
And honor that promise? - Without any doubt.
A Catholic League of 60,000 men is already being prepared for this purpose.
Isabel will be killed and then Walsingham and his acolytes.
The troops invade to crush any opposition and Maria will
placed on the throne.
This is a reckless plan, John Ballard.
Fear that does not result?
How to know?
Believe me, Lord. The whole of Europe expects actueis.
Eu?!!
Gather the V. friends and discuss the plan with them.
Or you hope we get exactly?
First, Elizabeth's murder
second, the removal of the Queen Maria of Chartley.
And when it is supposed that happen? - As soon as you may prepare yourselves.
The time has come, Sir Antony. It must act without delay.
That burden you place on my shoulders!
A heavy burden, but rich reward.
Yes ... yes, it's true.
If it was just the escape of Queen Mary, I would not hesitate ...
Is Elizabeth's murder that makes you hesitate?
I wish you death, as you know.
But where to find a willing man up to it and trust?
Esqueceis-vos de John Savage?
Savage?
You met him last year, I believe.
A Catholic faithful who hates the queen.
He vowed to be the instrument of his death and execute qulaquer
plan to conceive.
Sim...sim, ele fá-lo-ia.
Meet him unto him, talk, combine ...
Should not also speak Spanish, Mendoza?
Because?
To ensure that your armies are ready, we will attack together.
If you so desire, but that requires travel to France.
This is not a problem.
Your passport ...
Walsingham judge me loyal. You have no reason to deny mo.
So we agree?
Give me time to think.
Give me two days. - Two days is too much!
The Queen Mary was informed?
For now, do not know anything. Sir Amyas Paulet watch her closely.
It is impossible to match.
So we must find way to inform her of this plan.
Then do it here?
Sim...
get-lo-nots.
God give you strength and courage, my son.
God protect you from our enemies.
And God save the Queen Mary.
Amen.
Omens? What omens?
Signs of death, Your Majesty. Visions and ghostly apparitions.
Did you see them with your eyes? - I do not, Lady,
but Sir Edward Kelly here saw them thanks to its powers.
Sir Edward?
A tattered every man, his face grim corroded and broken
um as or body.
I saw him walk abroad, holding out his arms and shouting with a
animalistic. Around his head hung crows and
wolves followed him closely.
What do these visions, Dr Dee?
I can not say exactly, ma'am. But portend death ...
Death, just speak to me of death.
I live long under its purview black, but I fear it increasingly
as you get older ...
All mortals are afraid to die, be they kings or commoners.
Conseguis not interpret these signals with more accuracy?
Interrogate the dead requires much time, talent and courage.
It is necessary to feed a black cat to human flesh, cut off his head
and prepare her a blood and herbal incense.
But such things are pribidas, Your Majesty.
And those who exercise such practices risk losing the ears.
But I have to know who is this death foretold.
One of the very important, Lady.
A queen, perhaps?
Or the press of a queen ...
It could be either of the two, Lady.
Good news, Lady. It's all handled.
Contai-me, Gifford.
As you know, there is distilleries in this house,
so all the beer has to be compradaa a man in Burton.
It is brought here once a week in large barrels.
this man was bribed and act under me.
I have a small portfolio which easily enters the barrel
and you colocareis your letters.
Great. This is excellent!
Away from home, the wallet is removed and the letters sent to
French embassy in London and then to Paris.
Also be able to receive letters from Your friends abroad.
When Gifford? When can I start this change?
Brewer comes tomorrow. Tends ready cards
and I assure You to be sent.
Gifford, you are a loyal servant.
There is still danger, ma'am.
Remember You, "God gives good meat, but the Devil sends a cook bad."
Sim?
Forgiveness, Senhora.Julgava Thee alone. - I was about to leave.
So goodbye, Gifford. Thoroughly enjoyed our conversation.
It's an honor, Lady. I see Thee tomorrow, I hope.
Yes, tomorrow.
And their names?
Edward Babington, Robert Barnwell, Shidock Tichbourne, Edward Charnock,
Sir Thomas Gerrard and Thomas Salisbury. These have I'm sure.
And they talked together?
Yes, and we agree.
Very good.
And you, John Savage? You are prepared to play your role?
I swore it would be the instrument of his death. I swore and so will act.
I knew we made good choice. - Two things have to be done
before we proceed: a meeting with Mendoza and correspondence
and correspondence with the Queen Mary.
First I leave with you, Sir Antony. The second is already underway.
What do you mean?
A faithful Catholic and, I believe, known Yours, Gilbert Gifford.
Gifford met when I was in college in Rheims.
Gifford devised a plan by which to exchange letters with the Queen Mary in security.
And the plan been tested? - Not yet, but Gifford
sure of its success.
And if so?
There are other obstacles. We will act with all speed.
To my gloves.
So Ballard priest has visited Sir Antony Babington.
The young should choose your friends more carefully.
In addition, Mr. Ballard was not alone. John Savage accompanied him.
Savage? It is the soldier who is brave oaths?
Yes, and dodges to the brave actions.
O coward Rheims.
This same.
Well, Sir Antony should tend to rascals.
Flatter it, no doubt. It is easy to manipulate.
These meetings were delayed?
A two hours. Then they separated themselves.
Enough, Thomas. They have to be carefully watched.
That will not be difficult.
Like all dizzy, feel safe.
Between.
Gifford!
Works, Sir Francis. Mary, Queen of Scots wrote to France.
Let me see, let me see.
Yes, as you said, Thomas. It is written in code.
Give me leave.
So?
A replacement code. Oh, simple thing, Lord.
An hour and we'll know everything.
So she believed in you, Gifford.
And praise God my talent.
No problems? - No, sir.
Brewer participated?
And with enthusiasm. After all, it is paid to bend,
by Queen and You.
Once the card is decoded you must take it immediately to the
French Embassy. - Immediately, sir.
Identify yourself as a messenger and that any answer or any missive
for the Queen of Scotland should be delivered to you.
And brought here?
Yes, while Philippes to decode and then taken to Chartley.
You can trust me, Sir Francis.
Actually. If you value Your life.
On my life, Lord?
Remember under what circumstances you find yourselves here today.
A Catholic rat squealing for mercy.
I could have ordered your death 12 months ago.
I might have felt sorry for Mary, Queen of Scots for trusting
a man like You.
Yes sir.
One more thing, Gifford.
That no one knows what the cards pass by.
If this is discovered, arcareis with guilt.
No one will come to know, sir. Absolutely no one.
Okay, that's all.
Thank you sir.
Yes, we all know now, Thomas. Your mind is us exposed.
Good morning, Mr. Topcliffe.
Sir Francis, que honra.
Still despedaçais Jesuits?
Whenever I have good luck, sir.
Undoubtedly screaming loudly, Torturer-Mor.
Yes sir. The most pitiful way.
Some shout about conspiracy?
Mr?
You have heard some rumors about this current plot?
No sir. Not even the faintest sigh.
There are some new suspect?
I have good reason to believe so. The ringleaders are already in my sights.
I count on you to hold the subaltern.
I will do everything I can, sir.
I am certain.
But it would be useful, Lord, if the flow of European priests here
soften a bit. At present cross the canal with ease
and I fear that many of them are not recognized.
Tighter restrictions require the consent of the queen.
But surely she would.
She hears You, Sir Francis, she estimates You very much.
Maybe.
No, Sir Francis. I do not like these extreme measures.
They are traitors, Lady! And that also protect the are.
We can not impose such a rigid law.
Only sparingly this realm may be one.
The risk is very high.
- You fear so much so few priests fugitives?
Also fear the power of Rome.
Our country must be purged of this Catholic infection.
I would give my life for it. - No doubt, Sir Francis.
Lady, can I?
Get away. You can not help me.
God come to my help, first teeth and now the stomach.
My stomach growls like yours, Moorish old
I know well that I have no appreciation for Rome, but we must be very careful and circumspect.
Religion is a personal matter. The spiritual needs
They vary by person.
I not intend to penetrate the soul of anyone.
Also, I am well protected for you and Richard Topcliffe.
All this is France?
Remember that Mary was forbidden to meet for many months.
Many of these are now useless. - But the French ambassador put them all to her.
Yes, De L'Aubespine has been a loyal friend.
These two are the Spanish Mendoza promising weapons and help.
Alone are enough proof!
We will have more, Thomas. If we wait, we will have more.
These are Thomas Morgan?
Most deslas, Lord. Like Mary agent in Paris
it provides you with information that may be of interest.
There is almost nothing here that we do not know already.
Except this, maybe ... oh, this letter
Morgan praises Sir Antony Babington. Recommends the youth to Queen Maria
saying it would certainly be a faithful and tireless server.
So enviemo it, Thomas. Perhaps lead to something bigger?
You want to give everything to Gifford?
Yes and with instructions to take the letters to Chartley without delay.
We do not expect the lady! - Sir Francis.
I do not want to be disturbed, Davison.
You are out there a gentleman asking for V. see.
Mandai him away.
É Sir Antony Babington.
In here?
And you want to get a passport.
Surely?
I wait outside?
Yes, encostai the door. I want ye hear ...
Over here please.
You are very kind, Sir Francis.
The pleasure is mine. Forgive me have you waiting.
Just a few minutes ...
My secretary told me that planeais a trip.
Yes sir. - And what for such need of a license.
It's correct, yes.
What is your destination, Sir Antony?
France.
Paris?
Yes sir.
I understand.
I know for what purpose?
To visit friends, nothing more.
You have many friends in Paris?
Not many, no.
But some ...
Yes, some. Do you remember that I'm Catholic ...
Sim, of course.
I like to visit my Catholic friends from time to time.
Yes I understand. The journey is urgent?
No, it's not.
Thankfully, it is that there may be some delay ..
Delay? - With the license. Inevitable, unfortunately.
Not too long, I hope. - Depends on.
De home?
Administrative details, regrettably inevitable.
Sir Francis, I might ... help you in France.
Help me?
I have friends.
So you said.
And they have friends. You hear a lot of things ...
Did I understand correctly? Offer me your services as a spy?
If you can help, I will do everything possible.
I did not expect this.
Not let you down you. - That is not my fear.
We agree, then?
I consider ... that you will succeed in achieving more success.
And the passport?
You will be informed.
I thank you, Lord. - No, I do thank you.
It was a conversation too interesting.
Thank you sir.
Sir Antony!
We will see again and discuss this issue more.
Sir Francis.
That machining is this in your opinion?
Instinct sobreviência more likely.
Tries to creep close to me ...
Shall ye make use of it in France?
Sir Antony will not France, Thomas.
Mrs.
Sit, Gifford. Many news from France.
My friends long to get me out of this place.
Are there plans?
Not yet, but they urge me to trust a man named Babington.
Yes, I know him.
E gostais dele?
Sir Antony is your loyal servant.
- Really? - I think he was pagem of Count
Shrewsbury when you have been in their care. Speaks often
the admiration I have for you. - Yes, I remember vaguely him.
Furthermore, it is well seen in section and has a broad circle of
courageous Catholic friends.
So I think they owe you write?
With all the speed, ma'am. I do not doubt that you will serve well.
It is, I believe, the most noble woman who has ever seen.
Beauty of mind and dignity sized fuse together so harmoniously.
I tell-you, Father, that from time to primeira vi to anseio by servi-la.
And now in our power to make her Queen of England.
There is still much to do.
Details will be treated easily, especially with God on our side.
To put it on the throne restore the true faith in this country.
It is a noble cause, a crusade.
It is also a terribly dangerous mission.
It must be extremely cautious.
And it will. And with Gifford as an ally, there is little to fear.
Now this letter here ... I have to tell you all the details.
First, that an invading force is being prepared abroad
second, that there are many Englishmen who will join him to defend the cause of it,
third, that it will be released from Chartley for me and some friends.
Fourth, the assassination of the usurper, Elizabeth.
That's all, right?
All ... yes, everything.
Well yet. Finally unleashed the plan.
And still ensuring the Scottish queen Isabel will be killed by
"six noble gentlemen," his faithful friends, while he promises you
take it from Chartley "with a group of one hundred faithful followers." Finally, it asks
appropriate rewards are assigned when the mission is complete.
Oh, I could not ask for more than that!
Is true. It is very complete and detailed.
More than I expected, I confess.
Closing seals, Lord?
- You have copies? - Oh yeah.
Then, send them today to Chartley.
uma will follow in time.
We will soon know their innermost thoughts.
It is quite possible that my cousin reject this plan.
Possible, yes, but highly unlikely.
So it's crazy. Even worse, degrades the high purpose for which it was born.
These friends of Babington, are dangerous?
Little more than a beardless youth, impelled by vain dreams of glory.
Reportedly commissioned a portrait to be admired for posterity.
They act awkwardly.
They should be arrested?
I advise us to wait, ma'am. It is imperative to know the answer
Scottish queen. We have to be certain of their complicity.
The wait means danger.
Yes -. For me.
I put my life at risk, Sir Francis.
You have every reason, Moorish old. I will respect your decision.
Fear nothing, ma'am. It is surrounded by faithful servants.
My whole life was overshadowed by the plot.
The ax, the dagger, the block, are as familiar to me as the flowers are
for a peasant.
Fears and doubts surround me like crows around a corpse.
Each time a plot is discovered, it is strangely surprised.
Lightly I hope the good in a world where men seek evil ...
Everything will be solved, Lady. Your enemies will never thrive.
Not yet, but one day.
Who knows what end awaits me.
Tranquilizai you, ma'am.
Let me enjoy this humor, let me with my melancholy.
I should be back to give you good night?
As you wish, Sir Francis.
Good evening, Sir Francis. How is the Queen?
Burdened with affairs of state.
I expect you to remember our conversation about France.
Surely, Sir Antony. Whenever you are in my thoughts.
Let me.
They perish in great agony,
their bodies are torn apart
and their souls condemned to eternal torment.
Serious news, Sir Antony. I was discovered.
Discovered? -Calculation So.
But how? - One of my servants,
a man he trusted, is in the pay of Walsingham.
Ye sure? - Pretty much, yeah.
So we're finished!
- Not quite. - We are finished, Ballard!
I was discreet. Your name was not mentioned.
- And you? - Can I hide myself a day or two.
May God protect you.
And may God hasten you. Kill the Queen and kill her now!
So, Sir Edward? The malevolent spirits still around us?
The clouds become denser-the storm is approaching.
E a morte?
The wide spectrum sharpens his sword. Always be prepared to die.
Ballard then run away? - Yes, with haste!
This is indeed bad. And what to do now?
Nothing, but to kill it. Go to court tomorrow and execute the plan.
Not tomorrow, Sir Antony. - Why not?
My costume is not ready.
Your costume?!?
I can not use it in court.
Then buy for your costume today and do what you have to do!
If the queen dies, dies QEM all of us!
What new there, Thomas?
I fear no, sir. The Scottish queen keeping silent.
How much more will it wait?
Patient headquarters, sir. It should respond soon.
Answer, yes, but ... what? That's what worries me.
And if she Babington ignore and reject the plan?
We still have enough to condemn it.
My good Philippes, it has to accept unequivocally that Isabel act.
She will use any excuse to postpone it.
The queen fears that Europe will turn against us if Mary is alleged.
She wants, above all, preserve its Catholic press.
Then we can do nothing.
Unless expect.
So have patience, Sir Francis.
I'll try. Take it to Davison, please. All were approved.
Oh, I forgot me, sir. Babington in person waiting next door.
Yes, we have expected a few times lately ...
Did not receive?
An anxious man is more likely to precipitate.
Let the fear invades your mind.
So Sir Francis will receive me now?
Maybe later. It is now very busy.
But it is urgent that we speak, very urgent.
Calm yourself, Sir Antony.
Ye can not tell you? - Tell you what?
I'm here!
He already knows.
So why refuses to receive me?
They are state of affairs that desire argue?
Davison, is a conspiracy against our sovereign.
Surely?
I know all the names and conspirators.
It's probably just a rumor.
It is more, much more! They plan their death!
De facto?
These men have to be captured!
I hope a reward, Sir Antony?
I expect nothing.
You are sensible.
Well, give me their names.
One is Ballard, John Ballard, a priest.
Your urgent news have exhausted all their being.
John Ballard was arrested and is in the Tower.
Good morning lady. How are you?
Well, Gifford.
The weather is beautiful and the flowers bloom in all their glory. It's a beautiful summer.
It's a beautiful summer.
Rather it was an ugly winter and I was free.
Yes, that must be. More Farm Animals you, you have dedicated servants.
It comforts me a lot.
I was to remember my life, Gifford,
the steps that brought me here
and thinking about how he could have avoided it.
This is sad occupation. I do not recommend it.
No, you do not understand me.
I regret nothing. I know my faults and my virtues.
Sei que sou impulsive, rarely thinking before agir.
Driven by passion, reveling in the unexpected and boring
with caution and rejecting those who do not think like me.
This is my way of being and I rejoice with it.
Although it caused me great pain, despite having brought me to this place,
I would not want to be different.
And this is not self-praise, but the mere acceptance of what I am
and what always will be.
God created me as well and I welcome that.
Think, if you will, in effect born as Sir Amyas.
It does not surprise you that I thank? - Yes, we all give thanks.
So do not condemn me?
Why?
For all defects that others criticize both.
Lady, I know too my faults to criticize those of others.
Dear Gifford, like so much of your company!
It is my honor to serve your Majesty.
When I woke up this morning, I felt strangely happy.
It was as if he had forgotten where I am and who I am.
I sang like a bird bathed in sunshine.
Those brief moments were like a vivid memory, a glimpse
of how life used to be. - And will again be.
Yes, if God so desires.
Gifford, mandai this to my friends in London.
So will I do, ma'am.
And keep on the safe, I pray you.
It contains my life and freedom.
Mrs.
"Loyal and beloved", it is how it starts.
Babington then asks how will your rescue,
emphatically noting that you must use "a good army
or considerable force "for the release of Chartley.
It also requires to be immediately informed of the progress of the conspiracy, for fear
Paulet who come to discover the plan and switch to another location
or fortify the house and there put more soldiers.
Write still "have orders to be given when the plan is completed,
to rescue me out of here ", and the plan concerned the death of Your Majesty.
After more detailed instructions about their rescue and escape,
your press concluded, "consider and meditate together that, if ye can not
carry out this task, "that is, his escape from Chartley,
"will then be necessary to continue with the rest of the plan.
If I am the only difficulty, if ye can not save myself by being trapped in the Tower,
or anywhere else too fortified, do not hesitate for that reason.
I went on to the honor of God. "
And so ends, Lady.
Assassina. Assassina vil e conspiradora.
She wants my death. I, who for so long protected their life, with great danger to myself.
May God forgive you.
It's like I said, Your Majesty. As I predicted.
Rejoice you with this, it is not so, Sir Francis?
Such wickedness? No, ma'am.
Oh yeah. I know you well.
Deus me joke, Walsingham. Same nojo me!
A sleaze marsh, fearful like a maiden ...
Why am I surrounded by men like you?
- Do not want to offend, Your Majesty. - Oh yes, humble yourselves.
I am amazed that these reports have not disturbed your weak stomach.
No doubt the flood triumphant sooner will flow.
The source of Walsingham glory!
Something must be done now against the traitor to my cousin.
Or aconselhais?
I will consult Paulet, Your Majesty. The lady should be taken from Chartley for a while,
while their personal documents are examined. This should be done
the top secret because vital evidence may be destroyed.
Then you should be charged with conspiring to V. death and put on trial
For now I leave it in your hands.
This man, Babington ... is still at large? - No, you're stuck, Lady.
- Foi encontrado no bosque de St. John, na cabana de um couteiro.
- Should be well punished for their sins.
The punishment prescribed by law is pretty awful if the executioner excel to inflict maximum pain ...
He is no ordinary traitor. Say to Richard Topcliffe to create a new device.
You know me, do not you, Sir Antony? You know what I do here.
I will die this morning ...
So, brave Sir Antony.
Oh, death has no mysteries, stand sure.
It's faster to end life than to create it.
Reflected: takes longer a man to plant his seed in the womb of a woman
than to bury a dagger in the heart of your enemy.
It will be quick then?
Death is always fast. It is the path that leads to it that can be intolerably slow.
Tell me, I pray you, what has been prepared?
The city, to Holborn and then to the St. Giles fields.
This will be your ultimate road.
Tied to John Savage, shall be conducted in solemn procession.
Many will flock to hear the last words of a traitor.
I'm not a traitor, I swear. It was not me. I was taken by others.
I am not guilty, Topcliffe! - Silence, Sir Antony, silence.
Keep your shouts to the scaffold. You will need breath later.
Remember my words about the conception and death.
They say there are so skilled men as lovers who can prolong
ecstasy for a good half hour. Even in death the soul can break
the body suddenly or be enticed to leave him.
In such matters, I possess the delicacy of an experienced seducer.
As in the design, so in death.
it all starts here
with private parties.
Gelding, ripped, gutted, brave Sir Antony,
quartered and yet still alive.
So many wonders await you in St. Giles fields!
Almighty God, you have no compassion?
I fear that, no, to the queen's enemies.
Well planned, Sir Amyas, I must admit.
Yes, the plan until it is quite ingenious and with some irony as well.
What do you mean?
It will be held near Tixall, that's the plan.
Sir Thomas Gorges and his men will ride across the moor to meet him.
Hence the irony. She will not hesitate to see the riders approaching?
You do not think it's Babington with his rescuers bunch?
Your heart will throb strong in those few seconds.
Your final moments of happiness, I suspect.
You will be trapped long?
Do not know. Much depends on the large Bess and Sir Francis, of course. - Yes, there is much to do in London
evidence to be collected and sorted. It will take several weeks.
No doubt.
Here on the table. Abri.
Ye see this, Thomas. Papist trinkets.
The toys lady.
Yes, here it is.
Letters,
figures
their most intimate secrets.
Mary Stuart must be removed from Tixall.
Take it back to Chartley. There is no problem with that.
- Unfortunately there are difficulties. - What do you mean?
Sir Amyas Paulet fears Chartley is not safe.
What's wrong with Paulet? She was safe in there before.
The situation changed, Lady. In addition, you should be housed where you will be judged.
Very good. What sugeris?
- Drew up a list.
- Here I am. The Tower is a possibility. - Never!
- Not Woodstock, perhaps.? - No queen can be accommodated there.
- Fotheringay? - Too longe London.
- Coventry? - Too close.
- Huntingdon? - No.
- Hertford? - No.
- Northampton? - No.
- Grafton? -. It is all this that you have suggested?
Seven in all, ma'am. Excluding the Tower.
- We will discuss this later. Tomorrow. - I have to send tonight orders.
All right, so be it Fotheringay. - Thank you.
Oh, let me rest!
- Your letter to the Queen Mary. - Thanks.
"Tentastes in various ways to take away my life and destroy my kingdom violently.
I never acted so ruthlessly with you but on the contrary, protected you and supported you as myself.
These betrayals to you it shall be proven and made known. However, wish
so that they respond to the nobles of the kingdom and peers as if I were present.
So, I order so that you respond as widely know your arrogance.
Acted without reservation and you may get my favor. "Very well.
Treat sending it immediately. Inform Paulet.
I do not expect to see you again.
There are things you must know, ma'am.
Beguiled me so shamefully. Imagined shun my presence.
But I forgot that you have no feelings.
The betrayal was not mine, Lady. Conspired to escape, is not it?
I do not deny that longed freedom and have done everything possible to achieve it.
- This was but a very natural desire. - And the plot?
And then?
It was treason to conspire with Babington and his friends?
I can not be held responsible for the criminal plans of a few
desperate men who have done without my knowledge or participation.
Without your knowledge ... Ma'am, we have strong evidence that sancionastes
your plans for place on the English throne.
No ambition public office, Sir Amyas. The advancing age and physical weakness
prevent me from such a desire. And I do not covet a senior position in a world
so full of crimes and difficulties. What are these things should I know?
It was brought to Fotheringay for questioning by certain lords
and answer the serious charges that conspired to overthrow our
sovereign Elizabeth of England and to ruin o seu kingdom violently.
Bess recognizes me as his blood and legal heir to his throne?
No, Lady.
Then have no rights over me. I'm not your súbdita, Paulet, but a queen.
I owe nothing to England.
It would be wise to confess your crimes before ye should be brought to trial.
I'm not a child to talk like this. Keep your advice because I do not want them.
Remember that talk of betrayal.
- Who calls it that? - The Commons.
I do not care the Commons. Always hated me. What about the charge of treason,
is unfounded. Only sought protection Catholic sovereigns
for my situation here is so vulnerable.
- Deny, then the charges? - Definitely yes. Are devices
used to condemn me to death, nothing more.
- We have irrefutable proof, Lady. - Harvested by Walsingham, no doubt.
Yes, he would not hesitate, just to see me quickly out of the picture.
It's nothing personal, it's the law. You are in Britain and obey the laws of our country.
- Who says? - My orders come from the queen.
I am a queen. Daughter of a king. A foreign real and relative of
Queen of England. As absolute monarch I can not submit
the orders or the laws of this country. I do not recognize the laws of England,
neither I know or understand. I came here with the promise of aid of my cousin
and was imprisoned. I am now alone, without advice or someone to defend me,
my documents and notes were taken from me and I have no help.
How can you expect me to appear before a court that does not recognize
and that was expressly made to be complicit with my death?
We'll start tomorrow, despite your absence and your continued obstinacy.
Who are my judges?
The Chancellor, nine earls, thirteen barons, members of the Privy Council and the chief judges Wray and Anderson.
With such company, I am condemned without being heard.
Tell your masters that comparecerei.
But remember this, Paulet, the world stage is much larger than this small kingdom and that if I die, the fire
the fire will spread dangerously.
Lady, Her Majesty commands me to deliver you this letter.
"Maria, tentastes in various ways to take away my life and destroy my kingdom
I never acted so ruthlessly with you but on the contrary, protected you and supported you as myself ... "
- Davison, came near quickly. - The messenger mentioned great urgency, Lady.
Yes, it is. Know if the commissioners in Fotheringay already finished their affairs?
Almost certainly, ma'am. If not today, tomorrow without fail.
Then a Write a letter and send it right away. Say that sentence
against my cousin have to be postponed. Only a Write a few lines saying that I so command.
- How you desire to, ma'am. - Say I have to postpone your meeting
until you have time to think about it anymore.
This is crazy, Gifford! She was accused publicly and convicted.
- And now they tell us to stop all dealings! - Only the execution is that it was postponed.
Even for this there is no reason. Maria Stuart defended himself by denying the charges
and you yourself know that the evidence against him is overwhelming. - However, I was told that she spoke well.
Somehow. Only falsehoods said. Great speeches studied, blaming
Isabel and the Council, stating his innocence in tears.
Pretense from beginning to end. Fortunately the court was wise
enough to listen to it with deserved indifference. - You seem upset that she did not die.
It is a sign of weakness. Traitors must die promptly so that good men can live safely.
Comfort ye, Sir Amyas. Her death should not delay.
When I went up to the throne, thanks to the will of my subjects also now
28 years later, I see that your goodwill did not abate and that despite
thinking that my life was surrounded by dangers, I'm still free from evil.
Had joys and sorrows, I know what it means to be a sovereign, one súbdita,
have good neighbors and sometimes ill.
Found betrayal of trust, saw great benefits being unappreciated.
In this last act of Parliament, it is very hard with me so I order the death of my cousin,
what a terrible burden to me. I have forgiven many rebels who
I did a blind eye to so many betrayals, I am now required to do so against such a person.
If I tell you that not intend to meet your request due to my faith,
I will say maybe more than I intend and tell you that I intend to meet,
then I will tell you more than that you need to know.
I do not condemn your judgments, nor displease me your reasons,
but I ask you to accept my thanks, that desculpeis my doubts
and to consider this my answer as non-existent.
It is obvious that the words of His Majesty displeased you, Sir Francis.
- I expected a firm decision, Archbishop. - Just like all of us.
The Scottish queen-there to bury us all and make fun of us on our graves.
- There is a way that has not tried ... - There?
Yes. I talked to Robert Leicester and he approves the plan.
- And what is this plan? - The lady can be eliminated in secret.
- In secret? - Poison, a soft cushion ...
Such means they would avoid him the ax torment. This method is merciful
and also convenient. A man chamdo Wingfield execute the plan.
It has lots of experience and is reliable.
- I disagree, sir. - Let your reasons?
The act should be legal and publicly executed, otherwise it will be more dangerous dead than alive.
Okay, Walsingham, as you desire to be but Warn me
if sense of shifting ideas as Wingfield will contact on your behalf.
Thank you, Archbishop. Thank you for your offer of help.
Desirable to see me, ma'am?
Yes, I deeply dislike the fact that you may have removed the royal robe of my chair.
Now you are nothing but a dead woman without the dignity and honor of a queen.
As your mind is concerned with the death!
You are a true English, Paulet, because the history of your country is very bloody.
The blood runs in every country in danger of heights.
Now there can be no danger, indeed! I'm stuck in security.
You threaten us all, Lady, while your head is not cut off.
- Others will not be of the same opinion. Even among your friends. - I doubt it.
Oh yeah. I watched them during my trial. The Lords Rutland and Warwic
They looked at me sympathetically. - Ye are mistaken, ma'am. None of them are favorable to your cause.
- Do you think not? - And they were all amazed to see you so calm in the circumstances
in which you find yourselves. No one was ever charged with crimes so terrible and odious as yours.
- So it's a crime to defend the truth? - Your truth is not mine, Lady!
In fact it is not, for mine is the truth of the Catholic faith.
Jogais manipulate with words and their meaning.
Irritates you the fact that I am smarter than you. They are there as
like a fish, mouth open, looking for answers!
- I do not want to see you, ma'am. Your presence bothers me.
So go away, Sir Amyas. I do not want your company.
With death in my hand, I have a lot to think about.
Bom dia, Davison.
- How is Sir Francis today? - A little better, Your Majesty, thank you.
- But still in bed? - I'm afraid so.
- Send forth him my compliments. - I will do so, Lady.
- This is for me to sign, I think. - Yes ma'am.
- Time has been forgiving this February, right? - So is Lady.
- I Deliciei me with the sun's strength this morning. Perhaps the spring come early.
Hopefully sim.
- Ides often out, Davison? - Out, ma'am?
- For the field. - As far as I can. I do not appreciate living in the city.
Very wise. Clean air comforts the brain, right?
- So I believe. - Oh yeah. All mischievous moods come from the city. The polluted air
rots and corrupts the blood. - Yes ma'am.
- May God send us beautiful spring sun. - Amen.
- Already, Davison. - Thank you.
- Davison? - Mrs?
- You know what happened. - Yes, Madam, I know.
- And does not affect you at all? - Affects me, ma'am?
- If it bothers you. - I'd rather see a culprit death of an innocent.
Yes, and so they prefer all honest men.
- You will say to Sir Francis what happened, do not you will say? - I will say yes, ma'am.
Beware. I fear that the grief that will feel almost fulmine. Mandai Paulet come here.
- Mrs. - And Davison, do not want to hear any more talk about this to complete.
- Loyal Amyas, I'm glad to see you. - Majesty.
Very important issues were discussed here today, you knew that?
- Yes, Ma'am, and I am very relieved with such news.
But there will be long until this matter is completed. The order now goes to the Council. Will be discussed ...
It is always so when it comes to these matters, Lady.
But I run danger of death while Mary live. All the time run danger.
There have been signs of death in heaven, Paulet.
You are well guarded, Lady. There is nothing to fear.
- Desiludis me, Amyas. I thought you loved me. - More than anyone else, Majesty.
- All that I am and have is at your disposal. - So why not arranjastes way
to shorten a life of Maria?
- Shorten life? Lady, I ... - No doubt you knew my reluctance to shed blood.
- I knew that you had doubts ... - And did nothing?
- I did not know it was supposed to do something.
- There is still time, Sir Amyas. - Time?
- To do it in secret.
- There shall ye make it ...
God me so sink free my conscience or leave such a stain for posterity.
- There you will help me, so ... - I'll do anything to serve you ...
Even so, there you will help me. Your consciousness is delicate, Sir Amyas.
Brave words, but little else. Profess great zeal for my safety but nothing shall do.
Like all important matters, this is my burden. No one will help me.
You can go, Paulet.
Certificai to act before the Queen changing new ideas
Davison has already led to order the Chancellor and this has already applied his Great Seal.
The Privy Council is determined to finish this quickly.
Well yet. Zelai so that the executioner is paid. 10 pounds should be enough.
- Very well, sir. - And Thomas, that nothing transpire abroad before it is dead.
Trust me, Sir Francis. It will be like ordenardes.
So ... is finished. The snake will be crushed.
As well as your arms, Jesus, opened on the cross, receives me in Your merciful embrace and forgive all my sins.
Now reaching end the torments of Mary Stuart.
In your hands, Lord, I commend my spirit.
Who dispatched the order of execution for Fotheringay?
- William Davison, Lady. - I did not give orders accordingly.
- I was signed, Your Majesty. - For safety reasons, Paulet!
I did not give more orders! Seize Davison tonight and encerrai him in the Tower. All you have acted against my
sincerest wishes. I am innocent of his death and that God is witness.
You may proceed, Paulet.
And so she left this wretched world.
Sleek hair was false, Lady. It was a wig.
In fact it was gray and aged, her beauty gone.
The executioner raised his head severed and shouted "God save the queen" after
what the Dean of Peterborough proclaimed "So die all the queen's enemies."
And the dead woman's lips were still moving, shaking, as if trying to talk.
They continued to move for a good fifteen minutes.
When lifted the body, the Queen terrier crawled out of the skirts where they had hidden
and lay down next to the severed head. Women led the animal away
and washed the blood from his fur.
The block was burned. Her clothes and their few belongings were cleared or burned.
Do not remain traces of his blood.
There is little sign of it in this world, Lady.
- Ye recovered, Sir Francis? - Thank you. The pain is lessened.
And the act is finished. Your work completed.
The dog died, you knew that? He refused to eat, mirrou and died.
The dog and its owner. Both dead.
There was no other solution, Your Majesty. They acted with great wisdom.
Do you think that there is great wisdom in killing a queen?
She rests now, ma'am. With the grace of God, you will find eternal peace.
Peace? You are very much mistaken, Sir Francis. No peace for the dead.
This is a troubled step for my real cousin.
Already toiling creatures, crawling between his lips, coming in through your nose, digging your eyes
Worms congregate in her womb, competing for the best piece.
It is now being invaded by a legion of meat eaters.
The body-twists and moves with the activities of numerous pests.
There is no peace for my cousin, Sir Francis, and there will be until it is consumed and rot.
Only then your bones will rest.
This is how our end, old Moor. Clean worm, meat undone by rotting, stinking like a dunghill.
So do not talk to me of peace and of God's grace. Death is a terrible process.
I know death as a child. I aimed it in his white and blind eyes, I know its terrible cruelty.
When you are on your deathbed, remember my words,
Shout for mercy, mordei lips tightly and arquitectastes Remember how terrible the end of my cousin.