The Other Boleyn Girl Page #4
- On the contrary, my lord.
They pleased me greatly.
Why do you insult me
by returning them?
Because you insult me
by sending them at all.
My sister lies in bed with your child.
If you wish to please me, sir,
send her the gifts you send me.
I have shown Mary
enough kindness and generosity.
Now it pleases me
to show you some.
I beg you, my lord, do not do this.
What has changed so?
You. You have changed.
How could I forget? You chose Mary
above me when we first met.
No, Anne. Yours was the only face
I saw in the crowd that day.
And what I wouldn't give
to go back to that day, my lord.
Have my chance again.
But it's too late.
And I would never betray my sister.
Now I beg you, leave me.
- This is too difficult to bear.
- You see?
The same pain as mine.
Proof you feel the same way.
Perhaps, but since it can never
come to...
No, let me decide that.
Allow me hope.
Leave me.
- Does the king know?
- He's been told.
- Any moment, Your Grace.
- How is she?
Brave and strong. All may be well.
Anne. Have you considered
what I asked? Is there hope?
...when I've seen
how you betrayed first your wife...
...now my sister?
I vow I will never lie with my wife,
nor speak to your sister again.
Just allow me to hope.
A boy.
I will take care of Mary
and the child.
Your Grace.
A son.
A son.
Very well, my lord.
You may have hope.
My one true love.
My lord.
My lord.
Damn you.
Not a single detail was left to chance.
- In the moment of our greatest glory...
- Glory? What glory?
A mistress gave a man a bastard.
No more.
A male bastard. A son.
The queen may yet
give birth to a son.
- Can you be sure?
- One of her physicians.
The moment this family
provides a son...
...he turns his back on it
on your account.
You better have a plan,
and that plan had better work.
- Or what, uncle?
- Enough.
Both of you.
And what about Mary?
And her child? Or have we forgotten
about them already?
Mary and her bastard child
will go back to the country.
It is the king's wish, and mine.
Very well.
And you can be the one to tell her.
I think you've earned that privilege.
How can you show your face
in here?
My own sister.
Take care.
Because he'll only do to you
what he's done to me.
You should not have given yourself
so lightly.
These are the consequences.
I gave myself to a man I loved.
- And he loved me.
- A man's love is worthless.
Look what it got her.
A feeble husband.
Love is of no value
without power and position.
If I give the king a son,
he will not bear the name "bastard. "
What you suggest is treason.
He has his queen.
Who cannot produce a male heir.
- You've reached too high, as always.
- The king will deal with Katherine.
You'll hear about it
You are to go back to Rochford.
Isn't that what you always wanted?
A life in the country,
alone with your child.
Peter, over here.
Fetch my lady's leg-warmer.
Your sister is gone, as you wished.
Will you give yourself to me now?
No. When you are loyal to me
above all others.
- But I am.
- No, you are loyal to the queen...
...above all others.
- I barely see Katherine.
- But she sits on a throne beside you.
- Your right hand in matters of state.
- For appearances' sake only.
Still, she is your queen.
And ever present.
I feel her eyes on me.
And those of her spies.
Look at us. Forever reduced
to meeting in secret like this...
...speaking in whispers.
Hardly conducive to passion.
Well, what would you have me do?
We must now find a legal way
around this instantly.
The only way forward
is by legal means.
I don't care!. I need to be rid of her.
Find a reason.
Wolsey has agreed to draw up plans
to send the queen to a nunnery.
This will leave you all alone in court.
Queen in all but name.
Is this assurance enough for you?
Will you give yourself to me now?
My lord.
But as long
as we remain unmarried...
...any child I gave you
would be dubbed "bastard. "
And I a whore.
Do you really wish that for me?
What alternative is there?
Katherine is my wife.
I really do not know...
...why we waste our time
talking of convents...
...when you could simply
annul the marriage.
Then you...
...my sweet lord...
...will be free to remarry.
And I could give myself to you fully...
...give you everything you desire.
- Mary Talbot.
- Who?
Mary Talbot, Henry Percy's bride.
Leave us.
She has petitioned the king...
...demanding a divorce
from her husband on the grounds...
...that his prior betrothal to you
was actually consummated.
I knew this would come to haunt us.
- I must go to the king.
- He doesn't want to see you.
He doesn't want to hear a word.
He won't even talk to me.
The only Boleyn he'll talk to...
...the only person whose testimony
he will trust, is Mary.
Then bring her here. Now.
You asked to see me, Your Majesty?
The queen is to be tried
to test the validity of our marriage.
Before I subject a good woman
to such an ordeal...
...I need to be satisfied...
...that the woman I'm replacing
her with is beyond reproach.
This charge that Anne
and Henry Percy...
...consummated their marriage...
...she denies it ever happened,
but I need to be certain.
Can I trust her?
Why would you not?
Usually, my instincts are sharp.
But with your sister...
...she has a power over me.
I'm asking you because I trust you.
And because I believe,
perhaps mistakenly...
...that you care for me.
And that you would put a matter
of this importance...
...before family ambition.
I want to thank you
for what you did today.
I am forever in your debt.
You owe me nothing.
I did it as a peace offering
between us...
...so we may finally draw a line
beneath everything.
Well, then let it be exactly that.
here at court.
Thank you,
but I must return to the country.
You would leave me here alone...
...when the queen is going on trial?
Out of the question.
Out of the question?
Stay here with me.
Please.
I need my sister here by my side.
Crowds are with her.
The crowds have no vote...
...and the bishops that do
are in Wolsey's pocket.
So...
...the Boleyn whores.
What did I do to upset you...
...that you should turn against me
like this?
- You failed to give England an heir.
- And that upsets you so?
- What upsets the king upsets me.
- How dare you?
Katherine, queen of England,
come to court.
You want me to creep away
and become a nun?
Well, I shall not.
You want me to lie before God...
...and admit my first marriage
was consummated?
Well, it was not.
You want me to retire
and give up my daughter's claim...
...as sole rightful heir to the throne?
Well, I shall not.
Not in a thousand years.
Not if you rack me
to within an inch of my life.
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