Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The failure to provide a male heir has consumed them.
No, no, no!
And because I believe, perhaps mistakenly...
- I can't listen, it's monstrous. - Mary.
Of course you must marry her. Have you no pride?
A mistress gave a man a bastard. No more.
It'll be a wedding attended by the king of England...
Not if you rack me to within an inch of my life.
You. You have changed.
Anne.
A beautiful healthy girl.
But for the sake of the child...
And was he satisfied?
...that his prior betrothal to you was actually consummated.
You'll show me it was worth my while.
Is it true?
For my good?
...your verdicts will be judged by God in the greatest court of all.
But with no man to hold on to...
Good morning, Anne.
I will take care of Mary and the child.
- Singing then, surely? - No, Your Majesty.
My lord, how have I offended you?
It was very satisfactory.
Shall I walk with you?
If this gets out, it will damage her. Her reputation will be ruined.
And what would you know of great men?
My lord.
Take care now.
But she's lying-in with a certain child in her belly.
I did it as a peace offering between us...
You don't wish you'd married someone grander? With a title?
Mistress Boleyn is reading our fortunes.
...will be free to remarry.
How dare he?
It would have ruined your prospects forever.
...and she must be clean.
The queen no longer bleeds.
You are advised not to do so again.
The inner sanctum.
If I do not produce a son, who will help me?
My milk-and-honey sister.
Uncle.
Something only the king can decide.
And you're here in the king's bed...
... and my son.
Stop it. Anne, it's madness.
...but by allowing the men to believe that they, indeed, are in charge.
Everything depends upon it.
How can you show your face in here?
- There's no blame in that. - No.
...there ever was.
William, their eldest son.
It's Mistress Boleyn, Your Grace. Her stories of life at the French court.
Wait for me.
Appointed by His Majesty the king.
It should be you in my place.
Anne understands nothing. She's just a child.
That can't have been easy for you.
Must I actually marry her?
Everyone improves the standing of their family with their daughters.
I've saved some money.
Only God knows how anything will end.
- Poetry, perhaps? - No.
A gift from the king.
The king and his retinue will spend two nights here next month.
My own sister.
- I beg you, have mercy on me. - You witch.
Master Cromwell, read out the indictment.
I think you've earned that privilege.