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For why?
- For there the priests are very holy. - Therefore very few.
Is it anything interesting, Matthew?
- Bless you, sir. I don't know. - Bless you too, Matthew.
To be sure, we have some holy priests in England.
- Oh, name some. - Brother James.
Man's a simpleton.
It's from Cardinal Wolsey.
What's he want?
- Me. - When?
Now.
In Hampton Court? You won't be there by midnight.
- The King's business. - Queen's business.
Mistress Anne Boleyn's business.
Well, it's all the Cardinal's business.
That's very true. And when the Cardinal calls, you all come running, day or night.
What is the man? A butcher's son.
Chancellor of England, too.
No, that's his office. What's the man?
Surely, Your Grace, when a man rises so high and so swiftly...
...we must think he was misplaced in his origins.
That, at least, was the opinion of Aristotle and...
A butcher's son and looks it.
His looks, yes, I give you his looks.
What was that you said, Richard?
Nothing, Sir Thomas, it was out of place.
And Wolsey's still a butcher.
And you're a member of the King's High Council, not an errand boy.
That is why I must go.
The Duke would go if the Cardinal called him.
I might.
I'll be back for breakfast.
Go to bed.
Dear Lord, give us rest tonight, or if we must be wakeful, cheerful.
Careful only for our soul's salvation. For Christ's sake. Amen.
And bless our lord, the King.
- And bless our lord, the King. - Amen!
Excuse me, gentlemen. Goodnight, Your Grace.
Keep clear of Wolsey, Thomas. He's a frightened man.
- Who is that? - A young friend from Cambridge.
- What's he want? - What do they all want? A position.
- Can you give him a position? - Do you recommend him?
No.
- Sir Thomas. - No.
- Did you recommend me? - No.
Richard, I may have a position for you.
- What? What position? - Not now, Richard. Tomorrow.
For you all, boatman.
Thank you, sir.
Sir Thomas is here, Your Grace. Sir Thomas.
Master Cromwell.
You opposed me in the Council this morning, Thomas.
Yes, Your Grace.
- You were the only one. - Yes, Your Grace.
You're a fool.
Thank God there is only one fool on the Council.
Why did you oppose me?
I thought Your Grace was wrong.
A matter of conscience.
You're a constant regret to me, Thomas.
If you could just see facts flat on...
...without that horrible moral squint.
With a little common sense, you could have made a statesman.
The King.
Where's he been? Do you know?
I, Your Grace?
Spare me your discretion.
He's been to play in the muck again.
He's been to Mistress Anne Boleyn.
More, are you going to help me?
If Your Grace will be specific.
You're a plodder! All right, we'll plod.
The King wants a son. What are you going to do about it?
I'm very sure the King needs no advice from me on what to do about it.
Thomas, we're alone. I give you my word, there's no one here.
I didn't suppose there was, Your Grace.
Do you favour a change of dynasty? Do you think two Tudors are sufficient?
For God's sake, Your Grace!
Then he needs a son. I repeat, what are you going to do about it?
I pray for it daily.
God's death, he means it.
That thing out there, at least she's fertile.
- But she's not his wife. - No, Catherine's his wife...
...and she's barren as a brick. Are you going to pray for a miracle?
There are precedents.
All right. Good. Pray by all means.
But in addition to prayer there is effort. And my effort is to secure a divorce.
Have I your support, or have I not?
The Pope gave a dispensation, so that the King might marry...
...his brother's widow for state reasons.
We are to ask the Pope to dispense with his dispensation, also for state reasons?
I don't like plodding, Thomas. Well?
Then, clearly all we have to do is to approach His Holiness and ask him.
I think we might influence the decision of His Holiness.
By argument?
Argument certainly. And pressure.
Pressure, applied to the Church? The Church has its church property.
Pressure.
No, Your Grace, I'm not going to help you.
Then goodnight, Master More.
Let the dynasty die with Henry Vlll and we'll have dynastic wars again.
Blood-witted barons ramping the country from end to end.
Is that what you want? Very well.
England needs an heir.
Certain measures, perhaps regrettable...
...perhaps not, there's much in the Church which needs reformation, Thomas.
All right, regrettable. But necessary to get us an heir.
Now, explain how you, as a councillor of England, can obstruct these measures...
...for the sake of your own private conscience.
I think that when statesmen forsake their own private conscience...
...for the sake of their public duties...
...they lead their country by a short route to chaos.
And we shall have my prayers to fall back on.
You'd like that, wouldn't you? To govern the country with prayers?
Yes, I should.
I'd like to be there when you try.
Who will wear this after me?
Who's our next chancellor? You? Fisher? Suffolk?
- Fisher for me. - Aye, but for the King?
What about my secretary, Master Cromwell?
Cromwell. He's a very able man.
But?
Me rather than Cromwell.
Then, come down to earth.
Until you do...
...you and I are enemies.
As Your Grace wishes.
As God wills.
Perhaps, Your Grace.
More! You should have been a cleric!
Like yourself, Your Grace?
Goodnight, Sir Thomas.
Sir Thomas.
Sir Thomas.
Sir Thomas.
- What's this? - From some grateful poor folk, in Leicester.
- Leicester? - You do more good than you know, sir.
My daughter has a case, sir, in the Court of Poor Man's Causes.
Baked apples, sir.
To sweeten my judgement.
I'll give your daughter the same judgement I would give my own.
A fair one, quickly.
Bless you, sir.
I understand. Yes. I'll read it. Yes. Thank you.
Good evening, Sir Thomas.
- I'll read it. - It's an awkward case.
- I could illuminate it for you... - I'll read it.
Just a moment or two...
Boat!
Sir?
Chelsea, sir?
Chelsea.
I expect you'll make it worth my while, sir.
- You've got a licence? - Bless you, yes sir, I've got a licence.
- Well then, the fares are fixed. - They are, sir.
Hampton to Chelsea downstream, a penny halfpenny.
Chelsea to Hampton upstream, a penny halfpenny.
Whoever makes the regulations doesn't row a boat.
No. Threepence if you get me home for breakfast.
Thank you, sir.
A nice cup, sir.
Yes.
That's worth money, sir.
Mind a way, sir.
Thank you, sir.
- Have you been here all night? - Yes.
You said there was a post?
Yes. I'll offer you a post, with a house, a servant and £50 a year.
What post?
At the new school.
A teacher!
Richard, no one's going to give you a place at court.
Master Cromwell says he'll do something for me.
Cromwell?
Well, if you know Cromwell you don't need my help.
Sir Thomas?
If only you knew how much, much rather, I had your help than his.
Not to a place at court.
Why not?
Look.
- What is it? - It's a bribe!
I am the gift of Averil Machin.
And Averil Machin has a lawsuit in the Court of Requests.
Italian silver. Take it. No joke.
Thank you.
What will you do with it?
Sell it.
- And buy what? - A decent gown!
But Richard, that's a little bribe.
At court they offer you all sorts of things, home, manor houses, coats of arms.
A man should go where he won't be tempted.
Why not be a teacher? You'd be a fine teacher. Perhaps a great one.
- Lf I was, who would know it? - You! Your pupils. Your friends.
God. Not a bad public, that.
And a quiet life.
You say that. You come from talking with the Cardinal.
Yes, talking with the Cardinal.
It's eating your heart out, isn't it? The high affairs of state.
The divorce?
Boatman!
Sir?
- Take this gentleman to the New Inn! - Right, sir.
Sir Thomas?
Thank you.
Be a teacher.
- Matthew. - Sir.
- Lady Alice in bed? - Yes, sir.
- Lady Margaret? - No, sir.
The Master Roper's here, sir.
At this hour? Who let him in?
He's a hard man to keep out, sir.
Will wants to marry me, Father.
Well, he can't marry you.
Sir Thomas, I'm called to the Bar.
Oh, congratulations, Roper.
My family may not be at the palace, but in the city...
There's nothing wrong with your family, Will.
There's not much wrong with you.
Except you seem to need a clock.
I can buy a clock, sir.
Roper, the answer is no...
...and will be no as long as you're a heretic.
Now, that's a word I don't like, Sir Thomas!
It's not a likeable word or thing.
The Church is heretical! Dr. Luther's proved that to my satisfaction!
Luther is an excommunicate!
From a heretic Church! Church? It's a shop!
- Salvation by the shilling! And divorces! - Will, no!
- What I know, I'll say! - You've no sense of the place!
He's no sense of the time.
Now listen well.
Two years ago you were a passionate churchman.
Now you're a passionate Lutheran.
We must just pray that when your head's finished turning...
...your face is to the front again.
- Is your horse here? - No, sir, I walked.
Well, take a horse from the stables and get back home.
Go along.
May I come again?
Yes. Soon.
Is that final, Father?
As long as he's a heretic, Meg, that's absolute.
What did Wolsey want?
Nice boy, young Will.
Terribly strong principles, though.
Clumsy, too.
- You're very pensive. - You're very gay.
Was it the divorce?
To bed.
They're a cantankerous lot, the Ropers. Always swimming against the stream.
Old Roper was just the same...
You don't want to talk about it.
No.
- I'm sorry you were awakened, chick. - I wasn't sleeping very deeply.
What did Wolsey want?
- Will Roper's been. - Will Roper?
Yes, he's been here all night. He wants to marry Meg.
- Why you don't beat that girl l... - No.
She's full of education and it's a delicate commodity.
Goodnight, Meg.
Goodnight.
Marry Meg. A lawyer's son.
Well, she's a lawyer's daughter.
Norfolk spoke of you for Chancellor of England before he left.
Well, he's a dangerous friend then.
Wolsey's chancellor, God help him.
But Norfolk said, if Wolsey fell, you...
If Wolsey fell, the splash would swamp a few small boats like ours.
No.
There'll be no new chancellors while Wolsey lives.
The Duke of Norfolk, Earl Marshal of England.
Have you any message for His Majesty?
If I had served God...
...one half so well as I've served my King...
...God would not have left me here, to die in this place.
Thank God you're dying here. The King would have you die in the Tower.
I am straightly charged by the King himself...
...here openly to declare how much all England...
...is beholden to this man.
And how worthy he is to have the highest room in the realm.
And how dearly the King's grace doth love and trust him...
...not only for much good council...
...deliberate council, but for better council yet...
...that which is privy to the King's person.
This same Sir Thomas More...
...here made before you all to be...
...Lord Chancellor of the Realm.
Calm yourself, Matthew.
Fetch Lady Alice.
That's very well.
My lady! The King!
Now remember, the visit's a surprise.
But he'll know we're expecting him...
It's a very great honour. One friend calling on another.
What's he really coming for?
To talk about the divorce. He wants an answer.
- But he's had his answer. - He wants another.
Thomas!
Your Majesty does my house more honour than I fear my household will bear.
No ceremony Thomas, no ceremony!
A passing fancy. I happened to be on the river.
Look. Mud.
By heaven, what an evening.
Lady Alice, I fear we came upon you unexpectedly.
Yes, Your Grace. Well, no, Your Grace.
Well, that is, we are ready to entertain...
This is my daughter Margaret, sire.
She's not yet had the honour to meet Your Grace.
Why Margaret, they told me you were a scholar.
Answer, Margaret.
Among women, I pass for one, Your Grace.
Can you dance, too?
Not well, Your Grace.
Well, I dance superlatively!
That's a dancer's leg, Margaret!
Lady Alice, the river's given me an appetite.
If Your Grace would share a very simple supper.
It would please me. Lead them in.
Thomas and I will follow.
Matthew.
My lords and gentlemen!
Margaret?
Your Grace?
Do you like music?
Yes, Your Grace.
They'll play to you.
Now, listen to this.
Sit down.
Be seated. No courtship, Thomas.
You're my friend, are you not?
Your Majesty.
Thank God I have a friend for my chancellor.
Readier to befriend, I trust, than he was to be chancellor.
My own knowledge of my poor abilities...
I will judge of your abilities.
Thomas?
You know that Wolsey named you for chancellor?
Before he died, Wolsey named you, and Wolsey was no fool.
He was a statesman of incomparable ability, Your Grace.
Was he?
Was he so?
Then, why did he fail me?
It was villainy then.
Yes, villainy. Secret opposition, secret.
But deliberate, wilful, meditated opposition.
Wanted to be pope to master me, Wolsey.
What is it? Thought!
Because I'm simple and plain and deal with every man straightforwardly.
Because of that I say, do they take me for a simpleton?
Wolsey was a proud man, Thomas.
Pride right through.
And he failed me.
Failed me in the one thing that matters, then as now.
But look.
Be seated.
What an evening.
A man could fight a lion.
Some men could, Your Grace.
Thomas...
...touching this matter of my divorce.
Have you thought of it since we last spoke?
Of little else.
Then you see your way clear to me?
That you should put away Queen Catherine, sire?
Alas, as I think of it, I see so clearly...
...that I cannot come with Your Grace, that my endeavour is...
...not to think of it at all.
Then you haven't thought enough!
Lilac.
We have them at Hampton.
Not so fine as this, though.
I'm in an excellent frame of mind.
Thomas, you must consider, I stand in peril of my soul.
It was no marriage.
I have lived in *** with my brother's widow.
Leviticus: Thou shalt not uncover the nakedness of thy brother's wife.
Leviticus. Chapter 18, verse 16.
Yes, Your Grace. But Deuteronomy...
Deuteronomy is ambiguous!
Your Grace, I'm not fitted to meddle in these matters.
To me, it seems a matter for the Holy See...
Thomas, does a man need a pope to tell him where he's sinned?
It was a sin.
God's punished me.
I've no son.
Son after son she's borne me.
All dead at birth, or dead within the month.
I never saw the hand of God so clear in anything.
It's my bounden duty to put away the Queen.
And all the popes, back to Peter, shall not come between me and my duty!
How is it that you cannot see? Everyone else does.
Then, why does Your Grace need my poor support?
Because you're honest.
And what is more to the purpose, you're known to be honest.
Those like Norfolk follow me because I wear the crown.
Those like Cromwell follow because they're jackals with sharp teeth...
...and I'm their tiger. A mass follows me...
...because it follows anything that moves.
And then there's you.
I am sick to think how much I must displease Your Grace.
No, Thomas, I respect your sincerity.
But respect...
...man, that's water in the desert.
How'd you like our music?
That air they played, it had a certain...
Well, tell me what you thought of it.
Could it have been Your Grace's own?
Discovered!
Now I'll never know your true opinion, and that's irksome.
Well, we artists, we love praise, yet we love truth better.
- Then I will tell my true opinion. - Well?
To me it seemed delightful.
Thomas, I chose the right man for chancellor.
I should in fairness add that my taste in music is reputedly deplorable.
Your taste in music is excellent!
It exactly coincides with my own.
Music.
Music.
Send them back without me, Thomas. I'll live here in Chelsea and make music.
My house is at Your Grace's disposal.
Touching this other business, mark you...
...l'll have no opposition.
Your Grace.
No opposition, I say. No opposition.
Be seated.
I'll leave you out of it but you are my chancellor.
I don't take it kindly and I'll have no opposition!
I see how it will be.
The bishops will oppose me!
The full-fed princes of the Church! Hypocrites! All hypocrites!
Mind they do not take you in, Thomas!
Your Grace is unjust.
If I cannot serve Your Grace in this great matter of the Queen.
I have no queen!
Catherine's not my wife!
No priest can make her so.
They that say she is my wife are not only liars, but traitors!
{y:i}Yes, traitors!
{y:i}That I will not brook now!
{y:i}Treachery!
{y:i}I will not brook.
{y:i}It maddens me!
It is a deadly canker in the body politic, and I will have it out!
See?
You see how you've maddened me?
I hardly know myself.
If you could come with me, there's no man I'd sooner raise...
...yes, with my own hand.
Your Grace overwhelms me.
What's that?
Eight o'clock, Your Grace.
Lift yourself up, man.
Have I not promised I'll leave you out of it?
Shall we eat?
If Your Grace pleases.
Eight o'clock, you said.
The tide will be turning.
- I was forgetting the tide. I must go. - I'm sorry, Your Grace.
If I don't catch the tide I'll not get back to Richmond.
No, don't come.
Lady Alice, I must go and catch the tide. Affairs call me to court.
So we give you our thanks and we say goodnight!
What's this?
- You crossed him! - Somewhat.
- Why? - I couldn't find the other way.
You're too nice altogether, Thomas.
- Woman, mind your house! - I am minding my house!
God save Your Majesty!
God save Your Grace!
God save the King!
Lift!
Drop blades!
Sire! Sire! Sire!
Are you coming my way, Rich?
No.
I think you should, you know.
I can't tell you anything.
Well?
Thomas?
Stay friends with him.
Whatever may be done by smiling, you may rely on me to do.
Set your mind at rest.
This is not the stuff of which martyrs are made.
Good evening, sir, Lady Alice.
Will wants to talk to you, Father.
I told him it wouldn't be convenient.
You were quite right.
You're very free with my daughter's hand, Roper.
Yes.
It's of that I wish to speak.
Sir, you've had a disagreement with His Majesty.
- Have I? - So Meg tells me.
I offer my congratulations.
If it's true, is it a matter for congratulation?
Yes!
Sir, when last I asked you for your daughter's hand...
...you objected to my unorthodox opinions.
- I did. - Yes.
Well, since then my views have somewhat modified.
Well, that's good hearing, Will.
Mind you, I modify nothing concerning the various corruptions in the Church.
- Quite right. - But an attack upon the Church herself...
...no. I see behind that an attack on God.
- Roper! - The Devil's work...
...to be done by the Devil's ministers!
For heaven's sake, remember my office.
If you stand on your office...
No, I don't stand on it, but there are certain things I may not hear.
Sir Thomas.
Richard?
I fell.
Lady Alice.
- Lady Margaret. - Good evening.
Do you know William Roper, the younger?
By reputation, of course.
- Good evening, Master... - Rich.
You've heard of me?
Yes.
In what connection? I don't know what you can have heard.
I sense that I'm not welcome here.
Why Richard? Have you done something to make you not welcome?
Cromwell is asking questions.
About you. He's always asking questions about you and your opinions.
Of whom?
Of him, for one. That's one of his sources.
Of course. That's one of my servants.
All right, Matthew.
Well, you look at me as though I were an enemy.
Why Richard, you're shaking.
Help me.
How?
Employ me.
No.
- Employ me! - No.
I would be faithful.
You couldn't answer for yourself even so far as tonight.
Arrest him!
- For what? - He's dangerous!
- Libel. He's a spy! - That man's bad!
- There's no law against that. - God's law!
- Then God can arrest him. - While you talk, he's gone!
Go he should, if he were the Devil, until he broke the law.
- Now you give the Devil benefit of law! - Yes, what would you do?
Cut a road through the law to get after the Devil?
Yes. I'd cut down every law in England to do that.
And when the last law was down, and the Devil turned on you...
...where would you hide, Roper, the laws all being flat?
This country is planted with laws from coast to coast...
...Man's laws, not God's, and if you cut them down...
...and you're just the man to do it...
...do you really think you could stand upright in the wind that would blow then?
Yes.
I give the Devil benefit of law for my own safety's sake.
- Master Rich? - Yes.
In there, sir.
Rich? Come in.
Taken you long enough to get here.
Have I kept you waiting?
Months.
- Here. - Thank you.
Do you know the news?
- What news? - Sir Thomas Paget is retiring.
And I succeed him.
Secretary to the Council?
You?
'Tis surprising, isn't it?
I mean, one sees that's logical.
Sit down, Rich. No ceremony, no courtship...
...as His Majesty would say.
You see how I trust you.
I'd never repeat or report a thing like that.
What kind of thing would you repeat or report?
Nothing said in friendship.
Do you believe that?
- Why, yes. - No, seriously.
Well, yes.
Rich, seriously.