Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My lady.
Except sing your praises and talk about my husband.
Really? William Carey, a good lover.
Now that Mary is lying-in, the king will no longer bed her.
Really? Well, you must show me how you did that some time.
You don't think he'll miss court? A young ambitious man.
But as long as we remain unmarried...
You heard me.
Your daughter. Where is she?
She's not miscarried.
The queen may yet give birth to a son.
I desire nothing more.
Please. Please, I beg you, spare me.
But if Mary could give him a child, and that child could be a boy...
What alternative is there? Katherine is my wife.
One learns how to decipher a face. And yours is as the sun.
Oh, Lord.
But with your sister...
...the king has asked you here is because he desires you.
Sir Thomas.
Come, George, let's leave our sister. She needs to make herself pretty.
Beloved of the people, and beloved of a king...
My reputation and prospects will be ruined.
But if he ever changed his mind...
Why would I be pleased?
Look at us. Forever reduced to meeting in secret like this...
What about Anne?
Usually, my instincts are sharp.
I have been a true, obedient wife.
You look... You look adequate.
...with all the greatest lords of the land.
Well, what would you have me do?
He says not, Your Majesty.
Oh, God. He was in rather a hurry.
Why does the king give Rome such power?
- No, my lord. - You cursed, evil witch.
You are to entertain the king...
But, Thomas, she's your first born, and your favorite.
Anything to ease your comfort or well-being?
That's easy for you to say.
The queen has lost yet another child, a boy.
He continues to stare.
...save my sovereign...
He hates himself in the morning.
You fetch my brother and sister, will you?
A generous lie.
We're not gambling, Your Grace.
Out of the question?
Scholars and philosophers, my lord, escaping persecution.
Do we...? Do we lose you now, forever?
And for what? That she may be traded like cattle...
I've read enough books and heard enough talk...
- Why don't you just admit it? - Enough!
...when I am his queen and give him a son.
If he liked me, I'd be married off to a duke.
I could be a happy duchess.
Perhaps, but since it can never come to...
My life depends on it.
...I will happily depart to my shame and dishonor...
The charge is that in the 28th year of the reign of our sovereign Henry...
You must believe me.
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...and mother of the heir to the throne.
Still shut, keep them shut. Careful, careful.
He got up in the middle of the night and used a pisspot...
Yes.
He doesn't want to hear a word. He won't even talk to me.
Or would you rather leave everything to Mary?
Yes, of course. Of course, Your Majesty, thank you.
You would be wise to regard this as an opportunity.
Now go to France. The queen of France is sophisticated.
No, let me decide that. Allow me hope.