The Tudors

Previously, on The Tudors: - The king of Scotland is not coming. But worse,

a Scottish army has ridden over the border and is harrying our people

and killing all those who oppose them. - Sir Thomas,

you will order our troops on the border to retaliate

with spoils, burnings and killings. 3 hurts to every one of ours.

Those men that are made by the king of vile birth have been

the distraction of all the nobility of this realm.

And if God calls away the King, they will suffer for it.

I've just heard that the Emperor and the King of France are on the brink of war.

I trust you will not forget to convey to your master

that it would be foolish to contemplate an invasion of this island.

On the contrary, he regards England

as his natural ally against the Emperor.

I mean to show these French

that I will not shy away from battle if I am provoked.

Until recently, nothing but war had been talked of.

Something inside me is disappointed. It hungers for a war.

You know I actually thought the French might oblige me this time?

The letter accuses Queen Katherine of dissolute living

before she was married to Your Majesty, and that her way of life is not a secret.

Do not desist until you've reached the bottom of the pot.

My lady, you are confined to your apartments

for as long as it please the King.

Why? Why must I stay here?

- Francis Dereham, you are under arrest. - Under arrest? For what?

I don't believe that you didn't have carnal knowledge of the Queen.

Someone else has succeeded me in her affections! - W?

- Thomas Culpepper. - But it was Katherine

who led me on. She wanted it, not me. Katherine Howard,

you led the King by word and gesture to love you,

concealing your contract with Francis Dereham,

and after marriage, you showed the same Dereham

notable favour while inciting Thomas Culpepper

to carnal knowledge, telling him you love him above the King.

What has happened is your fault.

You solicited me to marry her. How misfortunate I am

to have so many ill-conditioned wives.

No! Henry!

Elizabeth!

- Lady Mary. - Elizabeth!

Are you dressed? - Not quite. I was reading.

Come and sit. I have some news.

- Mary, what is it? - I just heard!

By Act of Parliament you and I are

both restored to the succession.

After Edward and his heirs, of course.

The King himself must have commanded this.

Are you not pleased, Elizabeth? Think what this means.

Yes, Mary. If you are pleased then so am I.

It means that the King loves both of us.

And that you may be Queen some day.

And you. Queen Elizabeth.

Elizabeth?

What's wrong?

Because of what happened-

to Queen Katherine, I have made my mind up.

In what?

As God is my witness,

I shall never marry!

Never!

Your Majesty, His Excellency the Imperial Ambassador.

- Excellency. - Your Majesty.

Your Majesty is most gracious.

I am sure Your Majesty is aware

my master, the Emperor, is once more

at war with King Francis.

The French King's despicable alliance with the Turk

threatens not only the borders of the Emperor's domains,

but also the security of the whole of Europe.

For that reason alone,

his Imperial Majesty has asked me

to offer the hand of friendship to Your Majesty once more,

in joint alliance

against the perfidious French.

What would I gain?

All your lost territories.

The whole of Aquitaine.

Excellency.

Risley!

Excellency.

His Excellency the French Ambassador.

- Monsieur Marillac. - Your Majesty.

I hear your country is at war-with the Emperor.

Indeed.

The Emperor has broken all his promises

and treaty obligations,

both to my master King Francis and to you.

Monsieur Marillac,

when you signed a treaty, your master agreed to pay

an annual pension to this country,

which he has defaulted on for the past two years.

As a consequence, he now owes arrears of a million crowns.

Majesty, if that is true--

You doubt my word, Monsieur Marillac?

Then-

His Majesty will be informed.

And redress will surely follow.

The alliance between our countries has kept

the balance of power in Europe for over ten years.

Surely Your Majesty would not care

to compromise that arrangement now,

in the face of Imperial aggression?

Monsieur Marillac.

I want you to write a letter to the King of the Scots. Tell him that we invite him

to sign a treaty acknowledging our suzerainty

over his country. Also to tell him to stop

his French and Papal alliances, or suffer the consequences.

Majesty. - My Lord, I want you to prepare to go to Scotland

in case my cousin refuses to concede to our demands.

- Majesty. - And take Surrey with you.

You play very well, Mr. Leigh.

Always the sign of a wasted life.

You know, you and I have

more in common

than you might imagine, my Lord.

- What? - Our families

both come from St. Mary's parish in Stockwell

and our chapels were founded in the same year.

That hardly makes us equal, Mr. Leigh.

There is another thing.

Like you,

my family was related to the late Queen.

Do not you think it unseemly to raise her ghost at court?

I think it unseemly

that you Howards turned a blind eye

to her despicable wantonness,

which tarnished the reputations of all of us associated

with her! - "You Howards!"

Is that what you just said?

"You Howards"?!

Guards! GUARDS!

I'll cut your tongue out, so help me God!

I'll cut your fucking tongue out!

Get off me!

Lord Latimer,

Sir Thomas Seymour.

Oh. Sir Thomas,

how good of you to come.

Please... Please forgive my infirmities.

As you can see, I am not a well man.

I trust your Lordship will soon recover.

I am afraid my health is too far broken to be mended.

Ah! Allow me to present my wife,

Catherine Parr. Catherine, Sir Thomas Seymour.

Lady Latimer.

Sir Thomas.

Please. Sit down, Sir Thomas.

Sir Thomas, I do not know

if you are aware of my personal history?

The Latimers are an old northern family

and, unfortunately, we were caught up in the late Rebellion against His Majesty.

I myself was taken hostage by Robert Aske

and sore constrained by him.

His Majesty demanded that I reject Aske which I did,

and came to London to submit to him.

Still I think the shadow of treason hangs over me and my family.

I know you have the ear of the King.

I would like you to make submission

on my behalf to His Majesty,

of my utter loyalty and... and...

There, my darling.

Oh. Oh.

Close your eyes and rest now.

Sir Thomas.

Do you think he suspects anything?

No. Nothing. I'm sure of it.

He cannot be long for this world, Catherine.

- Hush! Don't say such things. - I only meant

that I cannot wait until we can be together,Nd married.

As truly as God is God,

I desire to marry you above all others.

The Earl of Surrey has written a letter to Your Majesty's Council.

The Earl is presently detained at the Fleet Prison.

Prison? What for?

It seems he was in an affray

with one John Leigh within the verge of the court

and was arrested by the Sergeant-at-Arms.

What was the cause of the quarrel?

I believe it touched upon his Lordship's pride.

- What does he write? - He demands his immediate release.

- Have you replied? - We informed his Lordship

that his lack of humility

would only impair his prospects of liberty.

And why does he say he should be released?

He infers that the Earl of Surrey has

no business being so treated in the first place.

He also speaks

of his readiness to serve Your Majesty on active duty.

I think he is the most foolish proud man in all of England.

Set a high surety on his future behaviour, but release him.

I want him in Scotland.

Go on with your Scottish pride!

My Lord Surrey, here are three of their nobles

captured in battle: Lord Cassilis, Lord Glencairn,

and Lord Maxwell. - My Lords,

you will be treated with the honor and respect

due to your rank and station.

In the name of His Majesty, King Henry VIII,

I invite you to return with us to London, where you will be

most comfortably housed. However, I must ask you