02x02 - Obedience

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Come out, dog.

So, Master Cromwell.

William Popley tells me
I might find a use for you.

Where are you from?
Putney. Left when I was a boy.

Your father?
Blacksmith.

Ah! At last.

A man born in a more
lowly state than myself.

What it is to serve a prince.

The wisest,
gentlest prince in Christendom.

I'll not hear a word
against Henry from any man.

Don't you think it's
something about the English?

They cannot see a great man set up,
but they have to pull him down.

It's not the English.

It's just people.

A cat has had her litter
here in my rooms.

Cor!

Look at it!

Black as the devil.

Born... right here, under my
very bed.

How's that for a bad omen
before a journey?

Then you shouldn't leave.

Marry, Thomas.

The King wants me gone.

He wants to humiliate me.

He thinks it sends a sharp
message to the Pope.

I feel like Catherine.

Cast off.

But still I love him.

Do you think it's true?
The mistake was being too proud?

See, I remember when he used to say,
"The King will do such—and—such."

And then it was,
"WE will do such—and-such."

Now it's, "This is what I will do."

No. No.

The mistake was
making an enemy of Anne Boleyn.

This is a tactical retreat.
Not a surrender.

Those two.

Will you come north?

Mm-hm. I'll come fetch you.

Soon as he summons you back.
And he will.

God bless you, mine own
entirely beloved Cromwell.

Thomas.

W-When I'm gone.

I know.

I know what people are saying.

That I'm working for myself now.

That I've been bought out.

If you came and spoke to him,
any doubts that he had...

I'm needed here.

To protect him.
To persuade the King.

He likes me, George.

I feel it.

And when I have his ear,

the Cardinal will be recalled,
I promise you.

I swear to be a true
and faithful councillor

to the King's Majesty as one of
his Highness's Privy Council.

I swear to be a true
and faithful councillor to the

King's Majesty as one of
his Highness's Privy Council.

Thomas.

He's coming, my lord.

Where...?

Where is he?

You know Cromwell, my lord.

If he says he'll come, he'll be here.

I shall not know or understand
of any manner thing to be

attempted against His Majesty's
person.

I shall not know or understand of
any manner thing

to be attempted
against His Majesty's person.

Go on, Call-Me. Go on.

I don't want to do it. Stop it.

Go on.

He's all right, isn't he?

Ah!

Long live the King!

We understand
princes are not like other men.

They have to hide from themselves

so they're not
dazzled by their own light.

Henry will take
the credit for all your good ideas

and you the blame for his bad ones.

When fortune turns against you,
you will feel the lash.

I know this.

I created him.

Too old for such games.

Disguises.

Their astonishment was complete,
Your Majesty.

No other prince in Europe could have
carried off such a subterfuge.

Your Majesty, Lady Mary's
returned to court.

Let her remain at Hunsdon
for the present.

News of her capitulation should
have time to reach Europe.

And I want to see
evidence of her supposed

obedience before she returns.

Draw up a list of suitors.

We should find a prince for her
before her bloom fades entirely.

My niece, Lady Margaret,
should also look to a marriage.

She is a great prize being now
so near the throne.

Make a note.

Good luck with that, Crumb.

Finding a foreigner
we can trust for either of them.

Or pick an Englishman
and then, Christ,

the pretension... in one family,

and the resentment in all the others.

Sir, I am going to Whitehall.

Do you trust him?

Gardiner's pupil?

You don't trust anyone, do you?

We all need second chances, Fitz.

The drawings
for Holbein, Christophe?

Yes, master.

Thank you.

Come.

Now you are a lord, do you wish me
to paint you again?

No, I'm content with what
you did before.

I thought I'd have a whole
wall of portraits.

Past kings of England.

How far do you wish to go back?

Back before Harry who
conquered France.

You wish to include those
that were m*rder*d?

If there's room. Ah.

When you come home from the court,
they will greet you.

They will say,
"God bless you, Thomas!”

Ah, so. No, er, wait.

I want to send a gift to Lady Mary.

I thought perhaps a... a ring

engraved with proverbs praising
obedience.

Sir. Sir, I have made...

Why not a pendant instead?

Or a medal? You could get in more
good advice that way.

A ring is more of a...

a promise, isn't it?

Well, give it some thought.

Now you are a rich man,
I charge you rich man's rates. Oh.

Sir. Sir, I have made pressing
enquiries

among Lady Margaret's folk.

Why?

Why? Well, I have been sure
this long while that there is

something amiss with her.

Her, um... furtive manner, as if
she's afraid

some mischief might be found out.

And also I've noticed in your

company that she seems to...

You thought the ladies were passing
secret signs to each other?

Yes, you laughed at me. I did.

What have you found out?

Don't tell me it's some secret love.

Who is it?

I questioned the Lady Margaret's
chaplain and her men Harvey

and Peter, and the boys who see
to her horses.

They were not shy to speak.
Who is it?

Norfolk's half-brother.

Thomas Howard the Lesser.

I am told he fancies himself a poet.

Your man, Tom Truth.

Sir.

Something Lady Shelton said to me

at Hunston about Norfolk needing
to find a new way to the throne.

How could she have contrived
to be alone with him?

They must have had some help.

Oh, yes,
I'll leave the women to you, sir.

We'll talk to Lady Margaret first.

How? How are you informed?

By your own people.

And what have the servants
told Your Lordship?

I was informed that Lady Margaret
had resorted to the

company of a gentleman.

Well, whatever you think,
you're wrong.

So don't look at me like that.
Like how, my lady?

As if I were a harlot!

Because I tell you Thomas Howard
and I are married.

Married? In every way. Married.

So you're too late, it's all done.
I hope not.

But when you say
"in every way married",

I and Mr Wriothesley here,
we cannot guess what you mean.

Will you not sit, my lady?

I do well on my feet, Lord Cromwell.

Let's set the facts down.

You have not right to cast
doubt upon my word.

Take me to see my uncle, the King.

You're better off with me,
my lady, in the first instance,

since you and Lord Thomas have
pledged yourselves without

the King's permission or knowledge.

The date of your pledge was...
What does the date matter?

I've loved Lord Thomas a year
and more.

You cannot part us
when we are joined by God.

My Lady Richmond here will
bear out what I say.

She knows all. Had it not been for
her help,

we should never enjoyed our bliss.
You kept watch for them, my lady.

Witnessed their pledge?

No.

So, no-one was in fact present

when these words were spoken?

But I do have a witness.
Mary Shelton stood outside the door.

Outside? Ah, you can't really
call that a witness, can you?

Well, you exchanged gifts, yes?

He has given me a ring.

A ring is not a pledge.

Now, you told me
that Lord Thomas visited you

in the Queen's chambers.

So over the months, in that very
popular, busy place, you were drawn

into some conversation.

Lord Thomas, who admires you,
quite naturally, he said,

"My lady, if you were not far, far
above me and intended by the King

"for some great prince,
I swear I would beg..."

Yes, that is exactly how it was,
Lord Cromwell.

Is it?
"I would beg your hand in marriage."

Now, you said, of course you did,
"My lord, I am forbidden you.

"I see your pain
but I cannot assuage it." No!

No, you are the wrong.
We are pledged.

You will not part us.

For the love of Christ,
sit down, Meg... He will not...

and try to comprehend what the
Lord Privy Seal is telling you.

He is trying to help us.

He cannot part what God has joined.

Yes, and I'm sure Lord Cromwell
has been told that before.

Hmm.

We have to ask ourselves, don't we,
Lady Margaret, what marriage is.

It's not just vows, is it?

It's bed work.

If there'd been promises,
and witnesses, and then bed,

you are fast married.
Your contract is good.

You will be called Mistress Truth

and you will live with the King's
extreme displeasure.

What form that will take,
I can't tell.

My uncle will not punish me.

He loves me
as he loves his own daughter.

As he loves his own daughter?

No.

No, my marriage is not a crime.

Not yet, but I'm sure it will be.

Meg, nothing occurred between you

and Lord Thomas of an
unchaste nature.

You will say that
and you will stick to it.

You have good a good counsellor

in your friend, Lady Margaret.

Well, I certainly wouldn't like to
be in Norfolk's shoes.

No. First his niece disgraces him
and now his half-brother.

Mm-hm. You could easily pull him
down now, if you wanted to.

BELL TOLLS Careful, master.

Sir.

Norfolk will never be your ally.

Work his discredit now with
the King, my lord.

Destroy him.

The chance, it may not come again.

Those are not my methods, Call-Me.

And I'd beware of putting the
King in the k*lling vein,

if I were you. Hup.

She defies me!

Giving herself to the first man
who writes her a verse.

Giving what was MINE to give.

And Norfolk and these knave Howards.

I'll warrant our Tom Truth was not

so passionate before my niece
stepped closer to the throne!

This whole business must be kept...

This whole business must be
kept quiet.

I want no repeat of what
happened to the Queen, as was,

a royal lady before a public court.

Europe will be scandalised.

Choose some neater way.

Riche is drafting
a bill in Parliament

so there'll be a formal process.

I shall speak to the ladies who
were in attendance at the time.

As for Truth, draw up
a charge of treason against him.

I want it recorded in the indictment
that he was inspired by the devil.

Unless, of course,
it was our lord of Norfolk.

One of his little schemes?

Anne had a lot of clothes...

I remember sewing this one in.

You remember Master Secretary,
sister.

Although he is now Lord Privy Seal.

Instead?

As well, my lady.

It is he who does
everything in England.

I never understood that until one of
the ambassadors explained it to me.

He says the King will flog him
on to work until one day his legs

go from under him...

and he rolls in a ditch and dies.

Well, until that happy day,
Majesty, I have a request for you,

which perhaps you will not like.

I must invite ladies who served
the late Queen back to the court.

I have questions
concerning the alleged

marriage of Lady Margaret Douglas.

Jane, you don't
want Lady Rochford near you, surely.

She's a traitor's wife,

and she joined with
the Boleyns in mocking you.

I wonder the King would
ask such a thing of you.

Well, he doesn't.

The King never does
an unpleasant thing.

Lord Cromwell does it for him.

The King wants to know
about Lady Margaret.

No, he doesn't.

Why would
he want to know his niece is ruined?

One must pity him.

His friends cuckolding him,

his daughter defying him,

his niece contracting herself
in marriage without his permission.

And you, using him so roughly.

How roughly?
I gave the King what he asked for.

Yes.

I wonder, will
he ever forgive you for it?

I urge you, Lady Rochford,
to forget all this.

Be jocund, pleasant,
adapt yourself to the new queen,

or you will be sent away again.

I suppose he can do the deed
with pasty Jane, can he?

I don't envy her these nights.

Anne said it was like being
slobbered over by a mastiff pup.

Have you got them? Sir.

Thank you, Martin.

Sir.

Quiet there!

Mm-hm. "She knoweth my love
of long time meant.

"She knoweth my truth,
nothing is hid.

"She knoweth I love in good intent

"as ever man and woman did."

"Nothing is hid."

Have you tupped her?

Oh, for God's sake.

What opportunity
with your eyes on us?

Good.

Would you go on, Mr Wriothesley?

I cannot. It's not the handwriting —
It's very good — it's just...

it's just my tongue.
It just refuses to do it.

"What helpeth hope of happy hap,

"When hap... will hap unhappily,

"And thus my hap my hope has turned,

"Clear out of hope into despair."

Pause there. It sounds,
if I'm not misunderstanding you,

that you're willing to
declare yourself,

even at the risk of a rebuff.

I do not know if I wrote this verse.

You forgot it? As any... As any man
of sense would.

But in the fifth stanza there,
you write, "Pardon me.

"Pardon me, your man, Tom Truth."

Which you rhyme,
unfortunately, with "growth".

Even I know better, and I'm French.

All right, here you ask your lady

to ease you of your pain.

Would it be the pain in your bollocks?

The Lady Margaret tell us that there
are witnesses to this pledge.

You need not reply in verse.

I know what you do, Cromwell.

But the King will not permit you
to ill use a gentleman.

I would not try my Lord Cromwell's
patience.

He once broke a man's jaw with
a single blow.

Believe me, my lord,
we understand your situation.

You are of a great family.

A great family but you younger
Howards are kept poor.

Being of exalted blood, you cannot
soil your hands with any occupation.

Do you understand, Christophe?

So, you say to yourself, "Here I am,
I'm a man of great quality.

“I, I... But I'm penniless.

"No—one regards me, other than to
confuse me with my elder brother.

"I know what I'll do...

"I'll marry the King's niece.

"That'll pay, because odds-on then

"I'll be King of England one day."

You see, I wonder who might have
put that

treacherous rhyme into your mind.

I'm hoping you bring news of
my return to court, my lord.

The King suggests you join him after
the Queen's coronation, my lady.

Why?

I don't understand.

I signed your paper. Why must
I still be shut up here?

When you return, you shall have
everything that was promised.

Be patient, Mary.

You're not uncomfortable here,
I hope?

When is it to be?

The coronation.

After All Hallows.

Perhaps.

Or perhaps there will be no
coronation

until after the Queen is with child.

Meanwhile, I hear I am to be married.

No doubt you are considering
the Duke of Orleans

or Dom Luis of Portugal.

It is not your wish to be married?

It is not.

But I have promised to obey.

I would like a child.

Of my own.

But I am my mother's daughter.

What hopes can I have when
so many of my brothers and sisters

failed to thrive?

Do you see?

Hardly fitting, is it?

"The Court of Augmentations"?

We're sharing it with the mice.

The King wants the monasteries
broken up, Riche.

He's not interested
in your accommodation problems.

Look at this.

I would like a child.

Of my own.

It's a pity.

What is?

Nothing, Father.

No. Speak, Gregory. Please, speak.

It is a pity that the monasteries
should close

and the poor get nothing.

It's unlikely the King would wish
or ever imagine the pauper

to lay his head where jolly
Father Abbot once reposed.

So it all goes to Henry.
Not all.

Some of the King's subjects
still believe that Rome will rise

again. Once these lands are given
away to the King

and to his gentlemen, they'll
never return to the Church.

Prayers. Prayers can be rewritten,
but not leases.

And then we'll have change.

Gregory, change.

Do you understand?

The English will discover God
in daylight, not hidden in a cloud

of incense. They'll hear His word
in their own language

from a minister who faces them,
not turning his back and muttering

in some obscure foreign tongue.

The poor will have good-living
clergy who counsel the ignorant

and help the unfortunate.

Not these half-literate monks
playing knucklebones for farthings,

trying to look up women's skirts.

And after many generations,
long after I'm gone,

the memory will be blotted out.

No-one will ever believe the poor
once bowed and scraped

to stocks of wood and prayed
to lumps of plaster.

Riche.

I want to go to Shaftesbury.
The abbey.

Arrange a visit.

Well, that's a great house.
It won't come down yet.

Do we have plans for the big houses?
Is that why we're going?

My God!

The revenue we could collect
from them!

Empty-handed?

I remember when you used
to bring us ladies cakes,

but that was before you were so busy.

It was you I brought them for.

And when the Queen was displeased
with you,

she threw them on the floor.

This was hers.

Anne Boleyn's.

She and the King
passed it between them.

He's written an inscription.

Under the Man of Sorrows.

It's in French. I can't read it.

It says, "I am yours. Forever."

Hmm.

Look at the Annunciation earlier.

There's a reply.

"By daily proof you shall me find
to be to you both loving and kind."

Do you think she was... kind to him?

Not often.

She had hope of a son in those days.

She thought she could bear a son.

You wanted to see me?

Mm.

My ladies say that if a wife
does not take pleasure in the act...

then she will not get a child.

Is that true?

Perhaps you should consult
with your lady mother, Your Grace?

Or one of the dames at court here
might advise you.

They have forgotten. They are old.

Your lady sister, then?
She has two fine infants.

Bess put heart into me.
She said...

"Say an Ave, Jane,
and the King will soon spend.”

She says she did not take pleasure
in her own marriage bed.

With her late husband, it was like
a military manoeuvre.

Brisk.

He did not beat the drum, I hope!

No, no.

But she always knew
when he was on his way.

Mm-hm.

The infants will come
when they will, she says,

pleasure or not.

Perhaps I should not have asked you.

If you're going to the King now,
you'll see that he's wearing

his Turkish costume again.

He does not feel he wore it enough
at the festivities.

My father said that Turkish princes
can have a dozen wives.

If the King had been of their sect,

he could have been married
to the late Queen, God rest her,

and to Catherine, God rest her,

and at the same time to me,
if he wished.

Or for that matter,

he could have been married
to Mary Boleyn and Mary Shelton,

and had all the sons he wished.

If he'd have been of their sect.

I do not think the King will turn Turk.

Try to be surprised
when you see him in his costume.

Aha!

Well, I was hoping to astonish you,

but I see the Queen has prepared you.

I don't think she meant
to spoil it, sir.

You don't think
I've married a fool, do you?

She seems not to understand
even ordinary things.

The Queen is
of that chastened spirit, sir,

that never presumes
to understand her betters.

I believe the ambassadors think
she is plain.

Chapuys is no judge of women.

Why have I sent for you?

Your lady sister has written
from Scotland,

begging that her daughter, Lady
Margaret's life, might be spared.

My niece is a shame and a disgrace.

I ask myself, sir, when a word
is given lightly in haste

by a young person and
under the intoxication of love...

does God, in his wisdom,
not wink at such a promise?

There are great lords and rash
young women who have cause

to be grateful to you,
my Lord Cromwell.

Ah.

I, um...

I wanted to ask
Your Majesty's permission

that I might give this
to the Lady Mary.

"In praise of obedience."

Very apt.

And do you think my daughter
will take the point?

HE CHUCKLES Obedience.

You'd be better giving this
to my cousin Pole,

who has been called to Rome, I hear.

The Pope has charged him
to lead a crusade against me.

He is to visit the French court
and stir them into action.

The French will do nothing for him.

He is a traitor and an ingrate.

And I want him dead.

Means can be found.

In Italy, wherever Pole goes,
my people follow.

Do what you must.

You know, I like this so much,
I think I will give it

to Mary myself. You can find
something else, can't you?

I kept them in the box.
Yes. You have the keys, Wriothesley.

Rafe!

What is it?

Outside.

Tell me.

Sir, I cannot think
how this has happened, but it seems

that someone has taken letters
of yours or memoranda, which were...

This would never have occurred
when I oversaw your desk.

I assure you, there is nothing that
leaves this house that shouldn't!

Every household has traitors.

For God's sake, what?

Chapuys has possession
of some information.

He says that the King has promised
the Lady Mary in marriage.

To you.

Yes.
Someone has stolen sundry letters

between you and the King's daughter,
and they were warm in tone.

Does the King know?

Well, if he does not,
he is the strange exception,

for the rumour is everywhere.
We warned you, sir.

Here, in this garden.

You said you made her mother
a... promise.

Well, now it comes home to you.

You cannot believe that I would seek
such a match.

It is a potent weapon, sir, for
your enemies to turn against you.

Many believe that the husband
of Lady Mary will be King one day.

Don't go on spelling it out and
spelling it out, Riche!

Any man who offers himself to wed
her stands in a treasonable light.

This is my uncle's reward
for his kindness. He saved her,

and now they say he did it
to serve himself.

Ah, Thomas!

A glass of this excellent Rhenish?

Put it on a sponge.

I'll have it
when I'm nailed above London.

I hear I am to be married.

My dear Thomas, do you believe
I would say such a thing of you?

It would lead to your m*rder
by the noble lords of England,

and then I should have to deal
with the Duke of Norfolk

as Chief Minister!

But, yes, the rumour is that the
King means to bestow his daughter

on an Englishman, and has chosen you.

He has not. He will not.
He could not.

He'd rather see Mary dead.

He would have k*lled her.

You know that, don't you?

We saved him from a terrible crime.

I have only reported
what I have heard from honourable

and good men.
You cannot hang me for that.

No, but ambassadors have been
m*rder*d in the street before.

I... I only report what I've heard
from honourable and good men.

The age of persuasion has ended,
I think.

We've entered an age of coercion.
Hmm.

Be careful, Thomas.

I'm going to Shaftesbury.
To see Dorothea.

Hmm.

It's laughable. You, the second man
in the church. And me, who I am,

kept waiting like this.

This place was founded
by King Alfred, Christophe.

These nuns, very rich.

So you have come yourself,
Lord Cromwell.

You know my face, madam?

One of the gentlemen of the
district has a portrait of you.

He keeps it on display.

Did the painter do me justice?

He did you charity.

But you will want to get on.

You claim to have come to see
Sister Dorothea, I think?

Why is Richard Riche here?

I understood his business is
with houses of lesser value.

We like to keep our figures current.

I give you warning.

And you can carry the warning
to the King.

I will not surrender this house.

Not this year, not next,
nor any year this side of heaven.

The King has no thought of it.

So this really is
the reason you have come?

Well...

Very well.

Wolsey's daughter.

How do you, madam?

I have brought gifts.

I saw you once
when you were a little child.

You won't remember me.

I'm told you wish to continue
in this life,

but I think you were very young
when you made your vows.

So I can be dispensed?
You're free to go.

Go? Where?

Anywhere you wish.

You're welcome in MY house.
Live with YOU?

When Anne Boleyn came down,
we believed true religion

would be restored.
True religion was never left off.

We hear the sacraments are
to be put down,

and that all monks and nuns
will be dispersed.

Dame Elizabeth is sure the King
will take our house in the end.

Then how would we live?
There are no such plans.

But if they were to occur,
you would be pensioned.

Having... having met your abbess,
I'm sure she would bargain hard.

What will we do
without our sisters in religion?

We cannot go back to our families
if our families are dead.

Or even if they're alive,
they might not want us.

Dorothea, you're imagining harms
that will never touch you.

You have all your life before you.

Clancey left me here under his name,

but everybody knew
I was Wolsey's daughter.

It was not my choice to come, but
no more is it my choice to leave.

I do not wish to be turned out
to beg my bread.

I will make you an annuity,
or I will find you suitors

if... if you could like marriage?

Marriage?

The b*stard daughter of a disgraced
priest with no looks?

Trust me.
You're a very lovely young woman.

Once you have clothes
and ornaments...

I know the best merchants
and I know the fashions.

I'm sure your eye is expert.

Or if you would consider me,
I could myself...

I will marry you, mistress,
if you will have me.

I am, er...

I'm not sure you know this,
but I am a long time a widow.

I lack the graces of person
but I'm rich. Likely to grow richer.

I have good houses.
You'd find me generous.

I would like to have more children.

Or... yes, or not.

As... as you wish.

If you want a marriage in name only
so that you have a place

in the world for your father's
sake... In name only?

Are you offering to marry me or not?

All I mean is that you are alone
in the world and so am I.

For your father's sake,
I would cherish you.

And who knows?
In time, you might grow fond of me.

Or if not, then you have a home
and a protector and I w...

I would not ask anything more of you.

It is true
you have everything to commend you.

If you were a buyer and I were for sale.

You have money to buy any article,

thanks to my father,
who gave you your start in life.

It was he who brought you
to the King's notice, wasn't it?

With the result that we see. Yes.

Dorothea, tell me, what is it
you need to make yourself safe

and comfortable? Forget, please,

just forget
that I ever spoke of marriage.

There's still a way through this,

even if you find my person defective.

Your person is not defective.

At least not so defective
as your nature and your deeds.

I see, I see.

I think it is my religion
you do not like.

I love the gospel.

I follow it.
I will always follow it.

Your father understood that.

My father understood everything.

He understood you betrayed him.

When my father was in exile
and forced to go north,

he wrote certain letters
out of his desperation

to have the King's favour again.

Letters begging the King of France
to intercede for him.

You saw to it that those letters
reached the Duke of Norfolk.

You put upon them an evil
construction

which they should never have borne,

and Norfolk put them into the hand
of the King

and so the damage was done.
You are much mistaken.

You had your men in my father's
household in the north.

Do you deny it? They were there
to help him, to...

They were there to spy on him,
to provoke him into rash statements,

which your master, the Duke,
then shaped into treason.

Jesus. You think Norfolk
is my master?

I was servant only to your father.
Who told you this?

How long have you believed this?

I have always believed it and always
shall, whatever denial you make.

So if I brought proof that you're
wrong, written proof that...

Forgery is among your talents,
I hear.

You hear too much and
you listen to the wrong people.

You're angry.

Innocence is tranquil.

Yes, but if you... If...

Pardon me, but if you have this
fixed opinion and you hold on

to it just regardless of evidence
or regardless of reason,

how am I to oppose it?
I would swear on something...

I would know you were a perjurer.

I have been told, by those I trust,

there is no faith or truth
in Cromwell.

When those you trust abandon you,
Dorothea...

come to me.

I loved your father next to God.

I will never refuse you.

Take this with you.
These books, whatever they are.

Master?

Master?

Are you well, my lord?

You don't, er...

You don't think I betrayed...

betrayed the Cardinal,
do you, Riche?

Never crossed my mind.

You didn't, did you?

I don't know.

I should have gone up to Yorkshire
with him, I think.

I should have been with him
when he died.

I shouldn't have let the King
get in my way.

My lord...

the King is not in our way.

He IS our way.

Is it true?

Who could have convinced her
I betrayed her father

except her father himself?

No, I cannot believe that.

Surely he knew your devotion?

I always thought so.

I pulled down the men who insulted
him. I married them to crimes

they could barely imagine.

I held George Boleyn when he wept,
called on Jesus.

I heard the boy Smeaton whimpering,
crying for mercy

behind the locked door and
I made to go down and free him.

Then I thought, "No, boy,
now it's your turn to suffer."

I put myself in hazard for my master
in every way. My house. All I had.

If I ever treated with Norfolk, it
was only to speak for the Cardinal.

I didn't like Thomas Howard then,
and I don't like him now.

I was never his man and never will be.

You counselled me.

You said, "Let the Cardinal go."
And now he's prised away from me,

whether I will or no.

You can persuade the quick, Rafe,
to think again.

How do you remake your reputation
with the dead?