The Other Boleyn Girl Page #5

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I am Katherine, queen of England,

the king's one true wife...

...and mother

of the heir to the throne.

Beloved of the people,

and beloved of a king...

...you have bewitched.

My lord, how have I offended you?

I have been a true, obedient wife.

I have loved all those whom you loved

and given you children...

...though it has pleased God

to take them away.

If there is any just cause

against me...

...I will happily depart to my shame

and dishonor...

...but I tell you, as God is my witness,

there is none.

So I beg you, dear husband,

to spare me this humiliation.

But if you will not...

...and you wish to challenge

the validity of our marriage...

...then let it be in a proper court

and by the only authority I recognize.

His Holiness himself, the Pope.

- It's a disaster.

- Why?

If the trial continues, the bishops

will still find in the king's favor.

Yes, but without the endorsement

of the Pope, the result will be hollow.

The people will never support it.

Why does the king

give Rome such power?

He should simply take matters

into his own hands...

...and annul the marriage.

No, that would mean breaking

with the Catholic Church.

- His faith would never allow that.

- Nor his good sense.

Breaking with Rome

would isolate England politically...

...and leave us

at the mercy of the Protestants.

But the alternative is leaving England

without a male heir...

...and risking civil war.

The very thing Henry fears most.

Somehow,

I need to make him understand...

...that this will be worth it...

...when I am his queen

and give him a son.

I know you.

You have decided

but it grieves you.

Will you destroy your marriage,

your country, your soul before God...

...on the whim of one girl

because she denies you?

Because she tortures you

with her refusal?

You think she doesn't know

exactly what she's doing?

She wants me to step aside.

Where is my wise husband?

Where is he?

You are a king...

...so be one.

Now you will give yourself to me.

I thought I had made myself clear.

Until we're married, there's no ques...

Damn you!

I have torn this country apart

for you!

For which you should thank me,

not be angry.

Broken with Rome.

Freed yourself from the decadence

of a corrupt Church.

I've got rid of a good woman

in the queen.

A husk who failed you, whose Spanish

blood shackles you to Rome.

For which I will be excommunicated.

And instead,

become head of a new church...

...the Church of England.

Closer to God.

- Silence! Damn you.

- Let go of me.

You're hurting me.

You'll show me

it was worth my while.

How was he with you?

He was tender, surprisingly so.

Witch! Witch! Witch!

They're calling me a witch.

It will all pass

when they see how he adores you.

Adores me?

Mary. Mary.

Mary, wait.

I must tell you. I'm leaving court

and your father's employment.

I've seen enough.

You and I both.

I've saved some money.

It's not much,

but it's enough to keep you.

To keep you safe.

I have my eye on a place in Tatton,

near where I grew up, in the west.

- Stafford.

- If you came with me...

...I would never betray you

or take you for granted.

It's impossible, you know that.

- My family would never allow it.

- And you would care...

...what they think,

after everything they've done to you?

Just one more. Just one more.

Push. One more.

Come on, Anne. Push, push.

It's done. It's done, Your Majesty.

Well done.

What is it?

What is it?

It's a girl.

A beautiful healthy girl.

A girl?

She has named her Elizabeth,

after your mother.

- Is the child healthy?

- Perfectly, sir.

Well,

if we can have a healthy daughter...

...we can have a healthy son.

Who's he with?

- Jane Seymour.

- No.

- How could he do this to me?

- Anne, you need rest.

If I do not produce a son,

who will help me?

Without a boy, he will pass me over.

I will not let him.

Elizabeth.

- How dare you?

- There now.

- Humiliate me like this?

- Stop.

- Why don't you just admit it?

- Enough!

There's a girl. There now, quiet.

- I tell you, it's not true.

- Liar.

- Leave me.

- I can smell the whore on you.

Get away from me. You disgust me.

Quiet.

I struck him today.

What am I doing?

I'm destroying it all on my own.

I can't sleep.

- Without sleep, I cannot think.

- Anne.

It's getting more and more difficult

to arouse him.

Some nights, he cannot do it.

I have to resort

to evermore degrading...

He hates himself in the morning.

He hates me

for what I made him do.

It's slipping away and it's my fault.

It's my fault.

The queen is with child.

Anne, that's wonderful.

Take care now.

The queen is with child

but the situation is delicate.

So your concern has just cause

but keep your counsel for now.

This pregnancy is precarious.

If it is a boy,

then the Boleyns' will be untouchable.

But if it is a girl or a stillborn...

...then they and everyone

connected with them will perish.

And that includes you.

So you and I need to work together,

Jane.

I'm fine. I'm fine, thank you.

Just a bad dream.

You fetch my brother and sister,

will you?

I lost it.

Almost without pain.

And so quickly...

...as if it never was.

Get rid of it.

Bury it. Get rid of it somehow.

On the fire with it.

I feel his eyes on me.

Staring at me,

wondering why I do not show.

You haven't told him?

Well, soon the truth will be out,

that I cannot bear children.

He will have me burned as a witch.

But there's still time.

You could yet fall pregnant.

He won't lie with me

and risk damaging the child...

...he believes I'm carrying.

No.

Must I spell it out?

But lying with another man

would be treason.

Stop it. Anne, it's madness.

No, don't you see?

You're my only hope.

- I can't listen, it's monstrous.

- Mary.

- No. Come, George.

- George, please?

My life depends on it.

May God have mercy on you both.

I can't. I'm so sorry.

I just can't. I just...

I'm so sorry.

I'll tell the king in the morning.

Let's pray he takes pity on me.

I saw them. The two of them.

Yes?

Fetch my belongings

and bring them to Rochford.

Your Grace.

Lady Rochford is here to see you.

Not now.

She has news of her husband,

George Boleyn, and the queen.

What is it?

I couldn't help it, my lord.

- I beg you, have mercy on me.

- You witch.

- No, my lord.

- You cursed, evil witch.

Why?

He came early.

Our son.

- There's no blame in that.

- No.

Then what? What else have I done?

Guards.

- My lord?

- Guards!

Please, please.

No, spare me, please.

Please.

Please, I beg you, spare me.

I've done nothing wrong.

Please, no.

My children. My children.

Look what you have done.

It's a sad day for England when nobles

do not rise for their queen.

And even sadder

when that same queen...

...is charged with adultery

and incest.

Charged is not convicted, uncle.

Or is it in this court?

Master Cromwell,

read out the indictment.

The charge is that in the 28th year

of the reign of our sovereign Henry...

...king of England, his wife,

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