Yes.
My lady, it is my husband's child.
ELIZABETH: You bitch!
Majesty.
This is not the Queen I love and serve.
This man has seduced a ward of the Queen.
And she has married without royal consent.
These offenses are punishable by law. Arrest him!
Go!
(SOBBING)
You no longer have the Queen's protection.
BESS: As you wish, Majesty.
Get out.
Get out! Get out!
Get out!
(DOOR SLAMS)
The fall of an empire, you told me.
Did you mean the English empire?
Because, by God, England will not fall while I am Queen.
If that is your prophecy, sir, you prophesy again.
You want me to tell Your Majesty only what Your Majesty chooses to hear.
I will not be a toy of the fates!
Have I not faced an assassin's bullet and lived?
Just tell me there's no certainty.
That any outcome is possible. The shadow of ghosts, you said.
Please, just give me hope.
The forces that shape our world are greater than all of us, Majesty.
How can I promise that they'll conspire in your favor, even though you are the Queen?
But this much I know.
When the storm breaks, each man acts in accordance with his own nature.
Some are dumb with terror.
Some flee. Some hide.
And some
spread their wings like eagles and soar on the wind.
You are a wise man, Dr. Dee.
And you, madam, are a very great lady.
SENTRY: Light the beacon!
(BELL RINGING)
My lords,
I can offer you no words of comfort.
This Armada that sails against us,
carries in its bowels the Inquisition.
God forbid it succeeds,
for then there will be no more liberty in England of conscience or of thought.
We cannot be defeated.
The bells are to ring from every tower.
Laborers are to leave the fields, and take up arms.
The harvest must wait.
All prisoners are to be released.
England is their country, too.
And release Raleigh.
He is forgiven.
As I, too, long to be forgiven.
Let the fleet know we're on our way, Mr. Calley!
CALLEY: Fire broadside from the bow!
Run out the prime!
From the starboard bow, number one gun!
On my mark!
Discharge! Two!
Three! Four!
Majesty, the enemy has been engaged.
- What news? - A brave action, Your Majesty.
Two ships lost.
With what gain?
The enemy continue to advance.
SAILOR: Tighten the buntlines on the foresail!
Another four ships lost.
We must continue to engage and harass the enemy.
We're outgunned, Drake. Decisively.
(SAILORS SHOUTING)
We're losing too many ships. We must fall back and defend the coast.
DRAKE: If the wind is with us, Walter, we can attack them with fire ships.
Six fire ships into the Spanish formation, that may force them to scatter.
We can't get anywhere near them.
We have to break their formation. That's our only chance.
WALSINGHAM: The Spanish are barely a day away, Majesty.
HATTON: We must withdraw to safe ground.
I beg you to appreciate the gravity of the situation. There is very little time.
My loving people.
We see the sails of the enemy approaching.
We hear the Spanish guns over the water.
Soon now, we will meet them face to face.
I am resolved in the midst and heat of the battle
to live or die amongst you all!
(SOLDIERS CHEERING)
While we stand together, no invader shall pass.
Let them come with the armies of hell! They will not pass!
(SOLDIERS CHEERING)
And when this day of battle is ended,
we meet again in heaven
or on the field of victory.
(SOLDIERS CHEERING)
SAILOR: Thomas! Get up! Get up, man! Get up!
(SCREAMING)
Help me! Somebody, help me!
Help me!
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
We'll be driven onto the rocks.
Drop anchor.
Our orders are to proceed with all haste.
If we don't drop anchor we will break formation.
Drop anchor!
Hurry.
Hurry!
Let's go!
(SPANISH OFFICER 1 SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
(SPANISH OFFICER 2 SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
Drop anchor!
DRAKE: They've dropped anchor.
These Spanish monsters can't handle our English seas.
We have the wind in our favor.
Do we go?
We go.
Godspeed, my friend.
Walter?
Don't forget to jump.
(MAN SHOUTING)
Calley!
Enough tar! Clear the deck!
If that cannon's primed, set the fuse!
Get everybody off the ship, now!
- HOWARD: Get off the ship! Off the ship! - Go!
Get over there!
Come on, boys! Get going!
(WIND HOWLING)
(MEN PRAYING IN LATIN)
(MAN SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
Fire ships!
Raise the anchors!
Raise the anchors.
Hurry!
Load the cannons.
Cut the rope!
HATTON: The Spanish continue to advance. Just five of their ships are burning.
Not enough.
(MEN SHOUTING)
(SCREAMS)
(HORSE NEIGHING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Elizabeth is darkness,
I am light.
(THUNDER CLAPPING)
(ARCHBISHOP SPEAKING SPANISH)
Oh God Almighty calm your wrath.
Your mighty wind has humbled our pride.
Our ships have been destroyed.
Our armies have perished.
This is your will, Lord.
ARCHBISHOP: Amen.
Francis?
(MARY CRYING)
I have served Your Majesty in all things.
I know it.
You won't need me anymore.
You rest here,
old friend.
Elizabeth has a son.
You must be proud.
Very.
And fulfilled.
As any man can be.
Do you still dream of your shining city in the New World?
Always.
(BABY CRYING)
I'd like to give your son my blessing.
I'd be honored.
ELIZABETH.' I am called the Virgin Queen.
Unmarried,
I have no master.
Childless,
I am mother to my people.
God give me strength to bear this mighty freedom.
I am your Queen.
I am myself.
The loss of the Armada was the most humiliating defeat in Spain's naval history.
Philip died ten years later leaving Spain bankrupt.
England entered a time of peace and prosperity.