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[boat creaking]
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[Cromwell] This is Sir William Kingston, Your Grace.
Constable of the Tower.
I will leave you in his care.
Follow me, madam.
[gate opens, closes]
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[fire crackles]
[sighs]
[speaking Latin]
[sighs]
[breathing heavily]
[Kingston] I will leave you.
[Lady Shelton] The lady's things?
[Kingston] They will be brought before nightfall.
Keep a full report.
[door closes and locks]
[baby crying]
[Anne] Elizabeth?
[Lady Shelton] Your Grace?
[Anne] Elizabeth?
[Lady Shelton] Your Grace? Your Grace?
[gasps]
You were shouting.
Where have they taken my daughter?
Back to Hatfield, I would guess.
The blue gown will do for today.
These ladies are here to wait on you during your stay.
Where are my own ladies?
There's no need for jewelry.
[sighs] I need to use the privy.
Go ahead. We won't watch.
I should like to be alone.
We are not to leave you.
Now go ahead.
[urinates]
[indistinct chatter]
[Anne] I thank Thee and praise Thee, O God my savior.
I will yield praises unto Thee
for Thou art my defender and helper,
and Thou has preserved my body from destruction...
[door unlocks and opens]
...and from the lips that are occupied with lies,
-I humbly-- -[clears throat] Madam.
Will someone be joining me?
I always honor my more distinguished residents by dining with them.
That will not be necessary.
[door closes and locks]
Eat.
I have no appetite.
You'll find no sympathy for fussiness here, madam.
Fetch Cromwell to me.
Tell him I'll not touch your food until I have news of my daughter.
You'd do better to show me some respect.
Madam.
[door closes and locks]
[sighs]
Won't you dress me, Aunt?
That's what she's here for.
I do not want a stranger.
Let her do it.
[indistinct chatter]
[fire crackles]
[door unlocks and opens]
[Lady Shelton] For now.
Is someone there?
[footsteps approaching]
[Lady Shelton] Get some rest, Your Grace.
Was that Cromwell? Tell him I must speak with him.
Sleep.
It's nearly morning.
I'm not tired.
If it's nearly morning, then I shall rise.
Perhaps you should rest your eyes.
[Anne muttering] They must think that I...
[muttering]
[muttering continues]
[gasps]
[muttering]
There must be something.
What?
Dead man's shoes.
If only I could see him, I could--
I could set him straight.
He will come to me. He promised.
Was it...
Norris?
What have I done?
[door unlocks and opens]
[plate clatters]
Will you sit with me?
What have you done with Elizabeth? Is she safe?
Eat first. Then we'll talk.
[cutlery clattering]
I was worried.
I would hate to lose you without seeing justice being done.
What justice can I have when I don't know what I'm accused of?
The charge is treason.
I've been told that much.
-And adultery. -[scoffs]
Of course.
Which innocents have you decided to condemn alongside me?
Norris has been arrested.
As have Sirs William Brereton
and Francis Weston.
I haven't spoken to Brereton or Weston in months.
And Mr. Mark Smeaton.
Smeaton.
Who's that?
Your musician.
The lute player?
[laughs]
You must really be desperate, Cromwell.
He has confessed.
What inventive tortures did you come up with
to extract that lie from the poor boy's mouth?
And then there's your brother, of course.
What of my brother?
You cannot seriously be suggesting...?
He's been arrested?
He has.
Get out.
Get out!
Mmm.
That is really good. Mmm.
[knock on door]
We're done here.
[door opens]
[screaming]
Fetch me my fucking husband! Fetch me my fucking husband!
Fetch me my fucking husband!
Fetch me my fucking husband! Fetch me my fucking husband!
[sobbing]
Please, please...
Please, get my husband.
Get my husband!
[sobbing]
Get my husband! Get my fucking husband!
[sobbing]
Please, get my husband. Please!
[Lady Shelton] She's gone mad.
[Kingston] She's only a woman.
The fit will pass, then there'll be no more trouble from her.
[sobbing]
[footsteps approaching]
-[gasps] -Oh, Your Grace.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
Madge.
The King allowed you to come?
Perhaps he is softening.
How is my daughter? How is Elizabeth?
She's safe.
They've taken her to Hatfield.
She's being treated well, I'm told.
She mustn't come here.
I'll not have her see me a prisoner.
She will have to wait until I'm out.
It will not be long.
[door unlocks and opens]
Do not say too much in front of my mother.
I'm afraid she has...
forgotten her loyalties.
[Kingston] Breakfast, madam.
Thank you, sir.
And will you be joining me this morning?
I have other residents to attend to.
Of course.
For dinner then?
[Kingston] I have news of your trial.
It is to be held on the 15th.
But that's two days from now.
And the other men?
We should have a verdict by this evening.
I'll leave you.
[door closes and locks]
Your Grace, we must prepare. We have little time.
There's nothing to be done.
We must summon a lawyer, someone to argue your case.
That luxury is not permitted to those accused of treason.
We will write your defense ourselves.
No. I don't need to write it down.
God will guide my speech when the time comes.
For now, we can only wait.
Rabbit.
It's my wife's favorite.
All guilty, I'm afraid.
Norris too?
Their sentence?
I think you know it.
Execution.
Before the week is up.
I hope they will be forgiven.
If they make their peace with God, forgiveness will be theirs.
I meant those that condemn them.
I have treated you badly.
I used you, and you have shown me
nothing but loyalty and kindness.
[sighs]
I would be a better friend to you, given my time again.
[sighs]
Hmm.
I'll do it.
[door unlocks and opens]
Ready, Your Grace?
[chorus chanting]
[Cromwell] Lords of the Realm.
Your presence is requested here on this day
to try the case of Anne,
Queen of England.
It is the Crown's dread
proposition that you,
wife of Henry the King,
are guilty of adultery.
That so despising of your marriage,
you have traitorously procured
numerous concubines and lovers;
that you have followed
your carnal lusts
and betrayed your holy matrimonial vows.
How do you plead?
Not guilty.
[crowd murmuring]
You stand here accused of treason.
That with your lovers
you conspired and encouraged
the death of the King,
your husband.
-How do you plead? -Not guilty.
[crowd murmuring]
And it is the proposition of the Crown
that you, on several occasions,
incited your own
natural brother
to violate you,
seducing him with your tongue
in his mouth,
and his in yours.
Whereby he, rejecting the commands of God
and all human laws,
carnally knew you,
the Queen,
his own sister.
[gasps]
-How do you plead? -Not guilty.
[crowd clamoring]
Silence.
Continue.
Is it true, madam, that you were in Greenwich
on the 20th of May, 1534?
That is two years ago, Mr. Cromwell.
[Cromwell] That is correct.
I do not recall where I was.
You do not, or you cannot?
Whichever you prefer.
Well, perhaps you do not
because you know it will place you with your lover,
Mark Smeaton.
Or, perhaps you cannot
because the memory causes you shame.
I have never known any man apart from my husband.
Where were you on the 6th and 12th of October, 1533?
Is it true, madam, that you were in Westminster?
That on the 6th of October
you solicited Sir Henry Norris
and then on the 12th
you seduced him
into intercourse?
I was in Greenwich.
Ah. Suddenly the Queen's memory returns!
[crowd laughs]
I was in Greenwich recovering from the birth of my child.
These are just a few of the innumerable times
we know you betrayed the King
with his most trusted friend.
I have never betrayed my husband.
You have never encouraged Norris
to supplant him?
Baiting him with thoughts of "dead man's shoes."
I should like to call a witness.
Lady Rochford,
how would you describe the nature
of your husband's relationship to the Queen?
Close, sir.
They are brother and sister, are they not?
One might expect a closeness.
Hmm, but it's unnatural, their bond.
He would more often be in her chamber
than he would be in mine.
[crowd laughing]
[Cromwell] Is that all?
No.
I saw him kiss her.
[crowd clamoring]
[Cromwell] I have one more witness.
[sighs]
Lady Worcester,
you served as one of the Queen's Ladies
of the Chamber, did you not?
And in this position you were close to the Queen?
I know this is difficult.
And we appreciate your condition.
So I will read aloud from your statement
and you can confirm whether or not it is accurate.
"The Queen's household was one of sin and depravity.
My mistress actively encouraged the taking of lovers,
of which she had many herself.
She enjoyed corrupting the innocent
and even endeavored to make me
her brother's concubine,
an offense I only narrowly escaped."
Is your statement accurate, Lady Worcester?
You will have to speak, madam.
Yes.
[crowd clamoring]
[Cromwell] Thank you, Lady Worcester.
[Duke of Norfolk] The jury will now retire
to discuss a verdict.
Is there anything you wish to say,
Your Grace, before they do so?
Yes, sir.
I should like to speak.
My lords.
I must plead not guilty
to the crimes of which you accuse me.
I may seem a...
difficult wife.
I have been ambitious.
I have dreamt of flying
when people told me I should be happy with the nest.
Some may think me vain.
But I believed I was capable of great things.
But through all this,
I have remained loyal and faithful
to my husband.
This God knows.
And He will be my only judge when my day comes.
My life is in your hands.
You'll not have my spirit.
[indistinct chatter]
[Duke of Norfolk] Has the jury reached a verdict?
This court...
finds the Queen
guilty of all charges.
[crowd clamoring]
The crown shall be given up to us forthwith.
You will be discharged of all titles
with immediate effect.
Do you understand what I'm saying to you?
You have been found guilty of plotting
the death of our Sovereign.
I hereby pronounce that you should be burnt here
in the Grounds of the Tower,
or you shall have your head severed from your body,
whichever the King's pleasure will dictate.
[inhales]
[thuds]
[Anne] Increase my faith.
Let I be not thrust down and drowned of this affliction.
O merciful and gentle Father,
Thy mercy is above all Thy works.
Christ sake, have mercy upon me.
[door unlocks and opens]
And strengthen and stabilize my soul
with faith in Christ
and comfort me
with the comfort of the Holy Ghost.
[Marge] Your Grace?
With the comforts of the Holy Ghost.
You have a visitor.
Archbishop Cranmer.
How is my husband?
He is keeping himself distracted.
Resisting the temptation to descend into despair.
I am here at his request.
Has he a message for me?
He... he desires an annulment.
An annulment?
He wants you to admit the illegitimacy
of your marriage
and approve the dissolution of your union.
On what grounds?
Your sister.
His pre-existing relationship with Mary
renders your marriage illegal.
He is charging that you...
knowingly entered into it on false grounds.
Why does he wish to degrade me further?
Will you consider it?
He wants to remove Elizabeth from the Succession.
He's clearing the way for his future spawn.
He is hoping we can come to some sort of agreement.
-No! -Your Grace--
I will not sabotage my daughter's future
to please her faithless father!
Your Grace, I think you should hear his offer.
There is a nunnery.
In France. It has been carefully picked.
Me, in a nunnery?
My husband has a cruel sense of humor.
I believe you could live peacefully there.
And what of Elizabeth?
The King has promised she'll be provided for.
It is the only way to guarantee her safety.
There is no greater gift than life, Anne.
It would be a sin to reject it.
God could not accept you into Paradise if you chose death.
There is...
no pain on earth...
that could match the fires of hell.
[inhales]
Why do I feel like I'm selling my soul?
[sniffles]
At least my daughter will be safe.
My death could not protect her.
Your Grace.
[knock on door]
[door unlocks and opens]
[door closes and locks]
[door unlocks and opens]
Madam, come with me. You must be quick.
I am not dressed.
What is this, Kingston?
Your brother is to be executed in the morning.
Here.
[sobbing]
[door unlocks and opens]
Is it done?
How was he?
Strong.
Dignified.
Was it quick?
It took the executioner three strokes
before they declared him dead.
[door unlocks and opens]
[Kingston] Madam, I have been instructed to give you notice.
A scaffold is being constructed.
[Marge] What do you mean?
The Queen has been pardoned. Cranmer said so himself.
The execution has been scheduled.
[Marge] That's not possible.
Cromwell, tell him it's not possible.
I'm sorry, madam. I spoke with the King himself.
Do you feel proud, Cromwell, of your achievement?
Well, why not?
This...
will be your legacy.
Not my death,
but...
my everlasting memory.
When people speak your name, they will think of mine,
and the lengths you went to sully it.
You will never be rid of me.
When?
9:00 a.m.
Tomorrow, madam.
Then I shall see my brother sooner than I thought.
[door closes and locks]
[Archbishop Cranmer] O Almighty God,
we ask in all respects to bless,
and accept this gift,
that it may become to us the body of thy most
dearly beloved Son, our Lord Jesus Christ.
Hail for evermore, most holy flesh of Christ,
before and above all things the greatest sweetness.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son,
and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.
May the blood of our Lord Jesus Christ
be profitable to you a sinner
for an eternal remedy
unto everlasting life.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son,
and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.
[thunder rumbles]
[Anne] Give this to my daughter.
Tell her not to let them use fear as their tool.
Tell her it's hers to harness and control.
Fear can be fuel if you know how to use it.
[crowd clamoring]
[Anne] Fear of being unloved.
Fear of being unknown.
Too cautious, too tentative, too small, too quiet.
Let your fear drive you to be bigger, louder.
Be the most fierce and passionate.
Fly close to the sun.
Feel its warmth.
I will be with you every day it shines.
And even on the days it does not.
[dramatic music playing]
[thunder rumbles]
[sighs]
[thunder rumbles]
[sighs]
[speaking in French]
May I ask Your Majesty to kneel?
[thunder rumbles]
[Anne] May God have mercy on my soul.
Jesus, have mercy on my soul.
To God I commend my soul.
-[blade slices] -[crowd gasps]
[gasps]
[sobs]
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