The New Howell Theater

presents

Fire in the Kingdom

A Screenplay

by

Ronald L. Ecker

and

Kyle Barnett



Copyright 1985, 2011 by Ronald L. Ecker
All Rights Reserved




Log line: The young English priest William Tyndale becomes an outlaw, hunted by King Henry the Eighth, Sir Thomas More, and the Holy Roman Empire, when he translates the Bible into English.



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This online version has been divided into four Web pages.








               FADE IN:

               EXT. LONDON, ENGLAND - ST. PAUL'S CATHEDRAL - DAY (1528)

               Two wood fires burn in front of St. Paul's Cross, an open-air
               pulpit with a cross on its roof, on the grounds of St. Paul's
               Cathedral.  Beside the fires are baskets of books.

               CARDINAL WOLSEY, 55, large in his crimson velvet, preaches
               from the pulpit to a crowd of commoners, the fires between
               the pulpit and crowd.  Two Wolsey guards flank the pulpit.

                                   WOLSEY
                         Often, when the sky of the Church
                         is clear, dark clouds arise, and
                         tempests blow.  Now a new cloud has
                         arisen, one Martin Luther, a friar,
                         who blows like a tempest in
                         Germany, and whose followers would
                         bring his heretical works into
                         this, our beloved England.  We
                         commit these iniquitous writings 
                         to the flame --

               Four Wolsey guards throw books into the fires.

                                   WOLSEY
                         -- lest the deadly disease of heresy
                         further corrupt our realm, defiling
                         the minds of His Majesty's subjects
                         with most wicked opinion and error.

               THE FIRE

               fills the screen.

                                   BOY (V.O.)
                             (in horror)
                         Grandfather...
                             (louder)
                         Grandfather!

               DREAM - 8-YEAR-OLD BOY

               Horrified, he stares off at something.

                                   BOY
                         NO!!

               INT. MANOR HOUSE - WILLIAM'S ROOM - DAY

               Handsome WILLIAM TYNDALE, 25, bolts up in bed, as if waking
               from a nightmare.  He gasps in anguish.

               EXT. GLOUCHESTERSHIRE - LITTLE SODBURY VILLAGE - DAY

               A 30-ish PARDONER, in red cap and gown, sells letters of
               pardon to poor villagers who are gathered around his cart.

                                   PARDONER (O.S.)
                         Step forward then and buy your
                         indulgence.  There's enough here
                         for all.  

               William, in doublet and hose and seated on a horse, watches
               grimly from several yards away.  With him is SIR JOHN WALSH,
               40, also mounted, and MAURICE WALSH, 7, on a pony.

                                   PARDONER
                         These pardons come piping hot from
                         Rome.  They are signed by the Pope
                         himself.

                                   VILLAGER #1
                         I wish to buy one.

               The Pardoner takes VILLAGER #1's money and hands him his
               document. 

                                   PARDONER
                         That's right -- here you go.  No
                         purgatory for you, lucky fellow. 
                         Who's next?

                                   VILLAGER #2 
                         I am, sir.

               Sir John proceeds out of the village, William and Maurice
               following, while VILLAGER #2 makes his purchase, others
               waiting.

                                   PARDONER
                         Here you go.  Who's next to be
                         delivered from the fire?

               EXT. ROAD - DAY

               William, Sir John, and Maurice ride on their ambling mounts.

                                   MAURICE
                         What was that man selling back
                         there, William?

                                   WILLIAM
                         Indulgences.

                                   MAURICE
                         What are those?

                                   WILLIAM
                         An indulgence is supposed to pardon
                         you as far as having to do penance
                         for sins.  But first you are
                         supposed to confess.  These
                         pardoners make people believe they
                         are buying forgiveness itself -- no
                         need to confess -- as if grace can
                         be bought and sold.  What you saw,
                         Maurice, is a good example of the
                         Church's abuses. 

               EXT. LITTLE SODBURY MANOR - NIGHT

               A nice manor house.  OVERLAP SOUND: 

                                   PRIOR (V.O.)
                         Abuses?

               INT. THE GREAT HALL - NIGHT

               A PRIOR, 45, is a dinner guest of Sir John and his wife LADY
               ANN WALSH, 30.  Dining with them are William and Maurice.

                                    PRIOR 
                         What abuses?

                                   WILLIAM
                         The sale of indulgences, sale of
                         preferments, absenteeism, unworthy
                         priests, the worship of images,
                         worship of saints, pilgrimage,
                         involvement in -- shall I go on?

                                   PRIOR
                         What's wrong with pilgrimage?

                                   WILLIAM
                         Nothing, except when people are
                         lured, and pay, to see relics --
                         like the blood of Christ at Hales,
                         the very sight of which, they are
                         told, assures their salvation. 
                         Show me that in Christ's gospel --
                         not to mention how his blood got 
                         to Hales.

               EXT. ABBEY AT HALES - DAY

               The Prior walks on the grounds with the ABBOT, 60.  Monks
               move about. 

                                   PRIOR
                         Then I tried to corner him.  I
                         asked him outright if the body of
                         Christ, after the words of
                         consecration, is or is not present
                         in the blessed sacrament.

                                   ABBOT
                         What did he say?

                                   PRIOR
                         He evaded the question.  He allowed
                         as how, since we believe God can 
                         be everywhere, one might as well
                         believe Christ's body can be
                         everywhere too.

                                   ABBOT
                         Sophistry.  Pure German sophistry.

                                   PRIOR
                         It came out, incidentally, that
                         he's writing a book.  On Christian
                         obedience.

               The Abbot stops walking and looks at the Prior as if amazed.

                                   ABBOT
                             (drolly)
                         Is the book for or against?

                                   PRIOR
                         I should have asked.  I tell 
                         you the man's close to heresy.

                                   ABBOT
                         "Close"?  He's more Lutheran than
                         Luther.  What a tutor for John
                         Walsh's child.

                                   PRIOR
                         What shall we do?

               As they resume walking,

                                   ABBOT
                         A few weeks from now is our
                         venerable Archdeacon's visitation.

                                   PRIOR
                         We shall refer the matter to him.

                                   ABBOT
                         First, though, I would like to have
                         dinner with the Walshes myself.  
                         I want to hear this William Tyndale
                         firsthand.

               INT. LITTLE SODBURY MANOR - WILLIAM'S ROOM - DAY

               William sits over a manuscript in progress.  He stares into
               space as if distracted by some haunting memory.

               EXT. CROWD OF VILLAGERS - DAY (FLASHBACK)

               The 8-year-old Boy stands at the front of the crowd, watching
               something in horror.  

               INT. WILLIAM'S ROOM - DAY

               William is brought back to the present by KNOCKS at the door,
               though he still seems troubled.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Maurice?  Come in.

               William is surprised to see that it's Lady Walsh who enters.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Madam.

               Lady Walsh strolls to the table, William rising.

                                   LADY WALSH
                         I thought I should warn you.  The
                         abbot from Hales is coming tomorrow
                         to visit.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Thank you for the warning.

               She glances at his work.

                                   LADY WALSH
                         How goes your book?

                                   WILLIAM
                         Slowly, madam, but -- almost
                         finished.

               Lady Walsh steps fairly close, which clearly makes William
               feel awkward. 

                                   LADY WALSH
                         I hope, William, there'll be no
                         quarrels at the table tomorrow,
                         like you had last week with that
                         other priest.

                                   WILLIAM
                         I do regret any embarrassment,
                         madam.  I should remember the words
                         of Solomon.

                                   LADY WALSH
                         What are those?

                                   WILLIAM
                         "He who restrains his lips is wise."

               Lady Walsh smiles.  She touches William's arm in a somewhat
               enticing way.  

                                   LADY WALSH
                         It's not that you can't speak your
                         mind, William, but...

                                   WILLIAM
                         I am a guest at your table, madam,
                         as I should always remember.

               Maurice comes rushing in, a Latin grammar in hand.  

               As William looks relieved or rescued,  

                                   WILLIAM
                         Time for your grammar?  Where shall
                         we go?

                                   MAURICE
                         Let's go to the park.

               William fetches his copy of the grammar.

                                   WILLIAM
                         To the park it is, then.  You will
                         excuse us, Madam?

                                   LADY WALSH
                         Of course.

               Lady Walsh watches William leave with Maurice.  She sighs.

               She looks down at William's work, a hint of disapproval in
               her eyes.  

               INT. GREAT HALL - NIGHT

               Dinner is in progress.  Present are the Abbot; Sir John and
               Lady Walsh; KNIGHTS #1 and #2 and their WIVES; and William
               and Maurice.

               Servants attend.  Two dogs gnaw fresh bones on the floor.

                                   SIR JOHN
                         And what news, my lord Abbot, on
                         "the king's great matter"?

                                   WIFE #1
                         Yes, is the Pope going to grant an
                         annulment?

                                   ABBOT
                         Most unlikely.  The king does not
                         cite valid grounds.

                                   KNIGHT #1
                         But the king needs a son, an heir
                         to the throne.

                                   WIFE #2
                         He has his young daughter Mary.  

               Knight #2 chews some meat off a bone.

                                   KNIGHT #2
                         Which is why the king needs a son.

                                   ABBOT
                         Well the Pope cannot help him.  Sir
                         John, your priest here can tell you.
                             (to William)
                         King Henry the Eighth married
                         Catherine of Aragon, who was his late 
                         brother's widow.  Is that grounds for
                         annulment?  What says the Church?

                                   WILLIAM
                             (respectfully)
                         The Church, my lord, should look to
                         holy scripture.  

               The Abbot raises an eyebrow.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Leviticus, chapter eighteen:  "You
                         shall not uncover the nakedness of
                         your brother's wife."  Sufficient
                         grounds to annul.

                                   WIFE #2
                         But Queen Catherine claims, does
                         she not, that her marriage to His
                         Majesty's brother was not
                         consummated.  So it was really no
                         marriage at all.

               Maurice whispers to William,

                                   MAURICE
                         What's "consummated"?

               Knight #2, reflecting proper table manners of the time,
               tosses the bone away over his shoulder for the dogs on 
               the floor.

                                   KNIGHT #2
                         The fact is, the king wants Queen
                         Catherine out of the way, so he can
                         marry Anne Boleyn.  So grounds have
                         to be found for annulment.

                                   WILLIAM
                         One more reason, then, why he should
                         authorize a Bible in English --

               The Abbot looks shocked.

                                   WILLIAM
                         -- so the people could see what
                         Leviticus says.  "You shall not
                         uncover the nakedness of your
                         brother's -- "

                                   ABBOT
                         A Bible in the rude vulgar tongue? 
                         Pah!  You'd have the plowboys out
                         there reading scripture?  Every
                         peasant who wishes, every man his
                         own teacher?

                                   WILLIAM
                         I don't say do away with the
                         teachers, I --

                                   ABBOT
                         That's what we have priests for, to
                         interpret for the people what the
                         Latin contains.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Today half our priests can't read
                         Latin themselves.  They're an ignorant 
                         lot as you know.  They can barely 
                         read English.

                                   ABBOT
                         Then they don't need an English
                         Bible.

               The Abbot throws away a bone for the dogs.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Then give one to people who can
                         read.  Including the plowboy.

                                   ABBOT
                             (sternly)
                         You talk about scripture.  You
                         forget all the teachings of the
                         fathers, Church councils, the 
                         Pope -- the authority of Holy
                         Church, inspired by the spirit 
                         of truth.  The people need more
                         than scripture to guide them. 
                         Especially these days --
                             (insinuating tone)
                         -- with so many heretics about.

               An awkward pause. 

                                   SIR JOHN
                             (to the Abbot)
                         So.  You were saying there will be
                         no annulment?

               The Abbot still looks at William, who looks at his plate. 
               Glancing at Sir John, the Abbot seems satisfied that he has
               won the argument.

                                   ABBOT
                         The Pope has sent a legate to
                         London -- Cardinal Campeggio  --

               INT. BLACKFRIARS' MONASTERY - GREAT HALL - DAY

               The legatine court is in session.  Cardinal Wolsey and
               CARDINAL CAMPEGGIO, 50-ish, sit on a dais, before them a
               cloth-covered table with documents.

                                    ABBOT (V.O.) 
                         -- who with Cardinal Wolsey, will
                         hold court on the question.

               To their right, on a throne beneath a cloth of estate, sits
               KING HENRY VIII, 40.  On the other side is the throne of
               Spanish-born QUEEN CATHERINE OF ARAGON, 45.  

               Lords and bishops sit in attendance.  The CRIER calls,

                                   CRIER
                         King Henry of England, come into
                         the court!

                                   HENRY
                         Here, my lords!

                                   CRIER
                         Catherine, Queen of England, come
                         into the court!
                             (no response)
                         Catherine, Queen of England, come
                         into the court!

               Catherine rises.  To the surprise of all, she walks over 
               and kneels before Henry.

                                   CATHERINE
                             (Spanish accent)
                         Sir, I beseech you, for all the
                         love that has been between us, and
                         for the love of God, let me have
                         justice and right.  How have I
                         offended you, that you intend to
                         put me from you?  These twenty
                         years I have been your true and
                         humble wife, and I bore you several
                         children, although it pleased God
                         to take them, save Mary.  And when
                         you first had me, as God is my
                         witness, I was a true maid, without
                         touch of man.  

               Henry glances about, clearly uncomfortable.

                                   CATHERINE
                         And whether I speak the truth, sir,
                         I put to your conscience. 
                         Therefore I beseech you, kind sir,
                         to spare me this court, till my
                         friends in Spain may advise me what
                         way I should take.

               Rising, Catherine starts out of the court.

                                   HENRY
                         Call her back!

                                   CRIER
                         Catherine, Queen of England, come
                         into the court!

               Catherine, on the arm of a servitor, with her SPANISH LADY-
               IN-WAITING following, walks out of the hall.

               EXT. LITTLE SODBURY MANOR - DAY

               On a horse William, in clerical habit, speaks with Sir John
               before riding off.

               Maurice, Latin grammar in hand, watches quizzically from the
               mansion's front door.  

               As Sir John joins Maurice,

                                   MAURICE
                         Where is William going, dressed up
                         like a priest?

                                   SIR JOHN
                         He is a priest.  And he's been
                         summoned to appear before the
                         Archdeacon of Gloucester, at the
                         diocese convocation.

                                   MAURICE
                         What does that mean?

                                   SIR JOHN
                         It means you would not want to be
                         there.

               INT. BLACKFRIARS' MONASTERY - GREAT HALL - DAY

               Henry stands addressing the legatine court.

                                   HENRY
                         May God be my judge, my concern, my
                         lords, is for the succession, the 
                         well-being of this realm, and for
                         relief of my moral conscience.  I
                         have no carnal motive, as some
                         might assume.

               Henry paces as he continues,

                                   HENRY
                         All my sons by Queen Catherine died
                         after birth, which I fear may be 
                         God's punishment, for a marriage
                         outside of his laws.  To translate
                         from the Latin Vulgate:  
                         "You shall not uncover the
                         nakedness of your brother's wife." 
                         Leviticus, the eighteenth chapter,
                         the sixteenth verse.

               Henry strides over to the document table.

                                   HENRY
                         And then Leviticus twenty, the
                         twenty-first verse:  "If a man
                         shall take his brother's wife, it
                         is an unclean thing."
                             (pointedly)
                         "They shall be childless."

               Henry holds up a parchment from the table.

                                   HENRY
                         I have here a document, to which
                         every bishop in England has set his
                         hand and seal, affirming that the
                         case has merit.  The case being,
                         that the Queen's first marriage, to
                         my dear late brother Prince Arthur,
                         was indeed consummated, and that
                         our present marriage, being
                         therefore incestuous, should be
                         declared null and void.

               INT. GLOUCESTER ABBEY - A CONVOCATION - DAY

               William, in his clerical garb, stands before the ARCHDEACON
               OF GLOUCESTER and the diocesan clergy.  

                                   ARCHDEACON
                         William Tyndale, you have been
                         summoned before this chancellory
                         that we might impress upon you the
                         erroneous, the unacceptable nature,
                         of certain nefarious opinions
                         expressed by you in this diocese. 
                         Your words are sophistic, they are
                         pernicious, they bear the very odor
                         of heresy.  Such ungodly and
                         perfidious utterance is not to be
                         henceforth heard.  Do I make myself
                         clear?

               William glances at the smug-looking Abbot and Prior, who are
               among those assembled.

               There is dead silence as William considers his response.

                                   WILLIAM
                         My Venerable Archdeacon, I do not
                         feel I have engaged in sophistry,
                         or conducted myself in any ungodly
                         fashion.  If I might face my
                         accusers, I --

                                   ARCHDEACON
                         There is no need for facing 
                         accusers.  This is a warning, not 
                         a trial.  And the warning is this: 
                         Unless you unmuddle your thinking,
                         as Archdeacon of Gloucester I can
                         assure you, and harbor no doubt: 
                         You shall be dealt with further.

               EXT. LITTLE SODBURY MANOR - DAY

               William, back in shirt and hose, sits musing beneath a tree.  

               Lady Walsh walks over to him.  William respectfully rises.

                                   LADY WALSH
                         What's the matter, William?  Still
                         brooding about the archdeacon? 

                                   WILLIAM
                             (beat)
                         I need to speak with you, Madam.

                                   LADY WALSH
                         Shall we walk?

               They walk together, William musing.  He seems uncertain and
               confused.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Do you know, Madam, why I chose not
                         to do parish work, upon being
                         ordained?  Why I chose instead to
                         come back to the country and be
                         nothing but a tutor?  Sometimes I
                         wonder myself.  Was it for lack of
                         faith that the Church can be
                         reformed?  Or was it a desire to
                         stay out of trouble, which has
                         found me nonetheless?  

                                   LADY WALSH
                         I can't answer that, William.  And
                         it seems you can't either.

                                   WILLIAM
                         I became a priest because I --

               William stops walking.  He looks off in frustration.

                                   LADY WALSH
                         Because why, William?

                                   WILLIAM
                         Because of something that happened.
                             (pause; sighs)
                         I am too out of step, my lady.  And
                         I don't know where lies my way. 

               He looks at her.  She has a sad, sympathetic little smile.

                                   WILLIAM
                         But I know that perhaps I should
                         leave your employ.  The archdeacon
                         having scolded me like a dog, I
                         have a bad reputation hereabouts.
                         If I stay, it could be trouble for
                         you and Sir John.  And for that I
                         would truly be sorry.

                                   LADY WALSH
                         Where would you go, William?  What
                         would you do?

                                   WILLIAM
                         I wish that I knew.

               EXT. WOLSEY'S ESTATE - NIGHT

               Hampton Court Palace in the moonlight.

                                   WOLSEY (V.O.)
                         All efforts at compromise have
                         failed.

               INT. PRESENCE CHAMBER - NIGHT

               Cardinals Wolsey and Campeggio sit sipping wine.

                                   WOLSEY
                         The king will not hear of a
                         reconciliation, and the queen will
                         not hear of entering a nunnery,
                         allowing the king to remarry.  I
                         say it's time we exercise our
                         decretal authority, to declare 
                         the marriage null and void.

                                   CAMPEGGIO
                         What decretal authority?

               Wolsey stares at Campeggio.

                                   WOLSEY
                         Were you not given such authority
                         before leaving Rome?  For what,
                         pray tell, have we been holding
                         court all this time?

                                   CAMPEGGIO
                         To placate King Henry of England,
                         without upsetting the queen's
                         nephew, King Charles of Spain.

                                   WOLSEY
                         If His Majesty does not get his 
                         annulment, it will be the end of me.

                                   CAMPEGGIO
                         I am sorry, Your Eminence.  I lack
                         the authority to help you.  Just
                         between you and me.

               INT. MANOR HOUSE - WILLIAM'S ROOM - NIGHT

               William sits working on his book at a table by candlelight.
               He pauses, trying to recall a biblical verse.

                                   WILLIAM
                         "If you are the Son of God, command
                         these stones..."

               He flips through a Greek New Testament on the table, to
               Matthew 4:3.

               William silently reads.  As he continues reading, he seems
               intrigued and starts reading aloud to himself in the Greek.  

               SUPERIMPOSE ENGLISH SUBTITLES:

                                   WILLIAM
                         "Gegraptai (IT IS WRITTEN)... Ouk
                         ep arto mono zesetai anthropos (MAN
                         SHALL NOT LIVE BY BREAD ALONE)...
                         al epi panti rematai (BUT BY EVERY
                         WORD)... ekporeuomeno dia stomatos
                         Theou (THAT PROCEEDS FROM THE MOUTH
                         OF GOD)..."

               William gazes off.  He looks inspired by the passage.

                                   SIR JOHN (V.O.)
                         You are going to London to what?

               INT. COUNTING ROOM - DAY

               Sir John sits behind his counting table with its checkered
               cloth.  Lady Walsh sits nearby.  William stands before them.

                                   WILLIAM
                             (confidently)
                         I am going to give to the English
                         people an English New Testament. 
                         An Old Testament too, of course,
                         but that will have to come later.

                                   SIR JOHN
                         An English New Testament.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Yes.  I have found my life's work.

                                   SIR JOHN
                         But, William, didn't John Wycliffe
                         try the same thing?

                                   WILLIAM
                         Oh yes, he translated the Latin
                         Bible into English, though they
                         promptly suppressed it.  I shall
                         work from the original New
                         Testament Greek.  And it shan't 
                         be suppressed.

                                   SIR JOHN
                         William, the Church passed a law
                         after Wycliffe:  No English Bible
                         without authority of the Church.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Yes.  So I am going to apply for a
                         post with the Bishop of London.

                                   SIR JOHN
                         The Bishop of London?

                                   WILLIAM
                         Bishop Tonstall is a man of the New
                         Learning.  Proficient in both Greek
                         and Hebrew.  God willing, he may
                         sponsor such a work.

                                   LADY WALSH
                         How do you intend to see him?

                                   WILLIAM
                         Through my old chambermate at
                         Oxford, John Frith.  
                         John is now surmaster at Saint
                         Paul's School.  He must surely know
                         the bishop, or at least the bishop
                         knows who he is.

                                   SIR JOHN
                         William, I hope you know what
                         you're doing.  The abbot from Hales
                         and the archdeacon of Gloucester
                         are small fry compared to the
                         enemies you can make in London.

                                   WILLIAM
                         I'm aware of that, sir.  But this
                         is something I must do.  I have
                         found my calling.

               EXT. MANOR HOUSE - DAY

               William is set to depart with two horses (a mount and a
               baggage horse), the Walshes seeing him off.

               William and Sir John shake hands.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Goodbye, sir.  Thank you for the
                         time I have had here.

                                   SIR JOHN 
                         Good luck, William.  Be careful.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Lady Walsh...

                                   LADY WALSH
                         William, when you get to London,
                         take this letter to my brother,
                         Thomas Poyntz of the Merchant
                         Adventurers.

               Lady Walsh hands William the letter.

                                   LADY WALSH
                         I have told him in the letter that
                         you are a fine young scholar,
                         worthy of any assistance he may
                         give you.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Thank you, Madam.

                                   LADY WALSH
                         God be with you.

               William turns fondly to Maurice.

                                   WILLIAM
                         You shall have a new tutor.  And
                         you will show him all the respect,
                         obedience, and effort that you have
                         shown me.  Do you promise?

                                   MAURICE
                         Yes, Master William.

               William gives Maurice a pat, then he mounts his horse.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Farewell.  And God bless the Walshes.

               William rides off.

               EXT. LONDON - PALACE OF PLACENTIA - DAY

               The royal residence at Greenwich.  

                                   HENRY (V.O.)
                         Enough!

               INT. QUEEN'S PRIVY CHAMBER - DAY

               Henry and Catherine argue.

                                   CATHERINE
                         Prince Arthur was a sickly fifteen
                         year-old boy who was dead within a
                         year of our marriage.  There was no
                         consummation.

                                   HENRY
                         A lie.  I have lived with you for
                         twenty years in a state of mortal
                         sin.  My conscience will not take
                         it longer.  I shall have that
                         annulment, and shall have a male
                         heir.

               Henry walks out, Catherine yelling after him,

                                   CATHERINE
                         That niece of the Duke of Norfolk
                         can't give you an heir!  God will
                         forbid it!

               INT. PALACE - A HALL - DAY

               Lovely ANNE BOLEYN, 30, dances with 30-ish WILLIAM BRERETON. 
               Other couples also dance to the music, more gentlemen and
               ladies looking on.

                                   BRERETON
                         How goes the king's passion?  Does
                         it wax, or wane?

                                   ANNE
                         Oh, it is waxing.

                                   BRERETON
                         Have you surrendered to him carnally?

                                   ANNE
                         What business of yours!

                                   BRERETON
                         Have you?

                                   ANNE
                         Of course not.

                                   BRERETON
                         Resist his desire, and it will grow
                         all the more.

                                   ANNE
                         You think a woman doesn't know that? 
                         William Brereton, I believe you are
                         jealous.

                                   BRERETON
                         I wish to see you queen of England,
                         dear Anne.  

                                   ANNE
                         If only the Pope felt the same.

               The dance concludes, Brereton bowing to her.  Anne steps over
               to 30-ish SIR FRANCIS WESTON.

                                   ANNE
                         Sir Francis, will you bring me
                         another banned book?  I do love 
                         to read them.

               She moves off, smiling back at him coyly.

               EXT. LONDON - STREET - DAY

               William walks along a typical street of the time -- narrow,
               poorly paved, overcrowded -- as if looking for a particular
               place.

               William stops and watches as a BUTCHER is whipped along to a
               pillory, a growing crowd around him.

               The Butcher's head and hands are secured in the pillory, then
               one of the bailiffs hangs some rotten meat around his neck.

                                   BAILIFF
                         Here's your rotten mutton, butcher. 
                         See how you like it.

               The crowd laughs, then begins throwing fruit and vegetables
               at the Butcher's head.

               William stares at the Butcher's head in the pillory.

               QUICK FLASHBACK

               The 8-year-old Boy gazes off in horror.

               BACK TO SCENE

               William, looking troubled, gazes at the Butcher.

               William quickly turns and moves off.

               INT. TAVERN - DAY

               Lively, full of men and respectable women as well, some
               playing cards and dice at their tables.

               At a table sit handsome schoolteacher JOHN FRITH, 25, and
               HUMPHREY MONMOUTH, 55.

               Monmouth is a mercer (importer of textiles) and wears proudly
               the livery of the Mercers' Company.  He's a self-made man, a
               bit loud and uncouth for his upper-class status.

                                   MONMOUTH
                         If the old silkwoman has her way,
                         I'll be an alderman next.  Then I
                         fear she won't rest till I become
                         lord mayor.

                                   FRITH
                         It's nice to have a wife who
                         inspires you.

                                   MONMOUTH
                         She was a draper's widow.  She
                         thinks I married her for her money. 
                         Which I did, of course.

               Monmouth's servant GEOFFREY, 17, brings them more beer and
               ale.  He serves the two men the wrong cups.

                                   MONMOUTH
                         Not that way, fool!

               Geoffrey switches the cups.

               William has entered and spots Frith from behind.  William
               walks toward him with a little smile.

                                   MONMOUTH
                             (to Frith)
                         It's hard to find a decent servant
                         nowadays.  I caught this one last
                         night in the attic, reading trash.

                                   FRITH
                         What was it?

                                   MONMOUTH
                         "The Adventures of Robin Hood."

                                   FRITH
                         At least he can read, then.

               As William stops not far behind Frith,

                                   WILLIAM 
                         "Whoever builds a house by using
                         sallows / And goes and pricks his
                         blind horse over fallows/ -- "

               Frith, who can't seem to believe what he's hearing, turns to
               look at William.

                                   WILLIAM
                         "And lets his wife seek any shrine
                         one hallows/ --" 

               Frith joins in the rhyme as he rises with a grin,

                                   FRITH AND WILLIAM
                         "Is worthy to be hung upon the
                         gallows."

               Frith and William laughingly embrace.

                                   FRITH
                         William --

                                   WILLIAM
                         They told me at the school you 
                         were here.

                                   FRITH
                         What are you doing in London?

                                   FRITH
                             (to Monmouth)
                         Sir, this is William Tyndale, an
                         old and dear friend.

               Monmouth rises to shake William's hand.

                                   FRITH
                             (to William)
                         This is Humphrey Monmouth, new 
                         warden of the Mercers' Company.
                         They oversee our school.  We've
                         been getting acquainted.

                                   MONMOUTH
                         And a fine school it is.  You are 
                         a teacher?

               They sit down.

                                   WILLIAM
                         I was a tutor, till lately.

                                   FRITH
                         We were at Oxford together.  William
                         is ordained.

                                   MONMOUTH
                         A priest?  I will call you Sir
                         William.  Well see here, Frith, you 
                         must bring him along with you this
                         evening.

                                   FRITH
                         Thank you, sir.
                             (to William)
                         You have just been invited to
                         supper.

               INT. MONMOUTH'S HOME - NIGHT

               While servants set the table in b.g., Monmouth introduces
               William and Frith to his wife MARY MONMOUTH, 50; apprentice
               JOHN PRESTON, 18; and pretty BESSIE GRESHAM, 20:

                                   MONMOUTH
                         I present my wife Mary.  My
                         apprentice John Preston.  Bessie
                         Gresham, Mary's prentice in her
                         silk work.

               Bessie curtsies, blushing as William and Frith nod to her.

                                   MONMOUTH
                         Bessie's father was a merchant in
                         Bristol.

               Her eyes move shyly to Frith, who looks like he's fallen in
               love.

                                   MONMOUTH
                         Now she's an orphan, poor thing.

               LATER

               William, the Monmouths, Frith, John Preston, and Bessie are
               at supper.  The dog GARLAND, a mastiff, gnaws bones on the
               floor.

                                   WILLIAM
                         An English New Testament that could
                         be openly read would open the way
                         to reform.  My lord Bishop Tonstall 
                         might be persuaded to allow that to
                         happen.

                                   MONMOUTH
                         Till you're able to see him, William,
                         you are welcome to stay in this
                         house.  We'll be proud to have a
                         scholar among us.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Why, thank you, sir.

                                   MONMOUTH
                         It's high time for reform, I agree. 
                         All the corruption, the wealth. 
                         Look at Cardinal Wolsey, His
                         Majesty's chancellor.  The cardinal
                         has four hundred servants.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Four hundred?

                                   MONMOUTH
                         That's not counting his servants'
                         servants.  
                         You can't find a monk nowadays not
                         dressed up in finest cloth.

               Monmouth tosses away a bone for the dog.

                                   MARY
                         You should talk.  It's mercers 
                         like you who sell them the cloth. 
                         What would you do without the
                         Church's business?

               Frith and Bessie make eye contact and share a smile.

                                   MONMOUTH
                         Make a pact with the devil, I
                         suppose.  It wouldn't be the first
                         one I've made.

               INT. FRONT DOOR OF POYNTZ HOME (LONDON) - DAY

               A nice merchant's home.  Bright-looking, 20-ish MARGARET
               POYNTZ opens the front door.

               William, standing outside, seems momentarily speechless.

                                   MARGARET
                         Yes?

                                   WILLIAM
                         I'm, uh, looking for Thomas Poyntz
                         of the Merchant Adventurers.

                                   MARGARET
                         Yes?

                                   WILLIAM
                         I bear a letter from his sister,
                         Lady Ann Walsh.

                                   MARGARET
                         Auntie Ann!

               William hands her the letter.

                                   MARGARET
                         Are you a postman?

                                   WILLIAM
                         No, I'm a priest.  I was tutor to
                         your cousin Maurice.

                                   MARGARET
                         Oh!  Do come in, then.

               William enters.

                                   MARGARET
                         My name is Margaret.

                                   WILLIAM
                         William Tyndale.

               Closing the door, Margaret turns anxiously to William.

                                   MARGARET
                         You're almost like a godsend.  I
                         was just talking to Mother.  I can
                         use your advice.

                                   WILLIAM
                         About what?

                                   MARGARET
                         Whether to join the convent.

               A voice booms from another room,

                                   POYNTZ (O.S.)
                         Who is it, Margaret?

                                   MARGARET
                             (to William)
                         Can I speak with you later?

                                   WILLIAM
                         Of course.

                                   MARGARET
                         Come meet my father.

               INT. PARLOR - DAY

               Imposing THOMAS POYNTZ, 42, snacks on bread, cheese, and ale
               with William and a stuffy, 50-ish merchant named GARDINER.

               Also present are Margaret, reading the letter, and her mother
               ELIZABETH POYNTZ, 40, who knits.

               During the following, William and Margaret exchange pleasant
               glances while she reads.

                                   GARDINER
                         Cardinal Wolsey was a fool to ally
                         us with France.

                                   POYNTZ
                         I agree, Master Gardiner.  Why create  
                         bad blood between His Majesty and  
                         the emperor, King Charles of Spain?  
                         Bad for business.

                                   GARDINER
                         Aye.

               Gardiner slyly notes that William seems to pay more attention
               to Margaret reading than to the conversation.

                                   GARDINER
                             (to William)
                         Do you agree?

               An awkward moment as William is caught off guard.

                                   POYNTZ
                             (to William)
                         It's the empire -- the Netherlands,
                         Germany -- where we sell our broad
                         cloth and kerseys, not France.

               William nods agreeably.

                                   GARDINER
                         Now His Majesty wants to put out
                         Queen Catherine, who happens to be
                         the emperor's aunt.  That could
                         lead to war.

               EXT. COURTYARD - DAY 

               William and Margaret stroll in the garden.  Elizabeth,
               folding cloth at an upper window, keeps a chaperone's eye 
               on them.

                                   MARGARET
                         Auntie Ann in her letter says she
                         hated to lose you.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Does she?

                                   MARGARET
                         She says she barely got to know
                         you.
                             (then)
                         About my becoming a religious:
                         My father, you see, spends most of
                         his time in Antwerp.  He wants Mum
                         to go with him and stay.  I was
                         placed out as a child, raised by
                         the Glovers of Durham.  
                         Now I'm staying at home, and --
                         well, frankly, I'm a burden.  If I
                         don't join the convent, any day now
                         he will marry me off, I just know
                         it -- to someone like Gardiner. 
                         What a fate!

               William seems unsure what to say.

                                   MARGARET
                         What should I do, then?

                                   WILLIAM
                         Well, don't let me discourage you,
                         but -- if your heart says nay, I
                         wonder if joining the convent is
                         the right thing to do.  There are
                         also lifelong restrictions to
                         consider, in joining a convent.

                                   MARGARET
                         Such as?

                                   WILLIAM
                         Celicaby.  Celibacy.

                                   MARGARET
                         Is abstinence a biblical law?

                                   WILLIAM
                         No.  It is Church law, for priests
                         and those --

                                   MARGARET
                         It is subject to change, then?

                                   WILLIAM
                         Yes.
                             (awkward pause)
                         I'm sorry, I must go, I --

                                   MARGARET
                         Will you come back to see us?  We
                         want to know how it goes with the
                         bishop.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Yes, I shall come back with great
                         pleasure.  Goodbye.

               As William starts to go,

                                   MARGARET
                         William, do you think you'll need
                         help, when you start your
                         translation?  I'm very learned for 
                         a lady.  I know Greek as well as my
                         Latin.  And I have little to do
                         here.  I could be your -- what's
                         the word?

                                   WILLIAM
                         Amanuensis?

                                   MARGARET
                         Something like that.  I'd be glad
                         to be your... amanuensis.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Well, I shall certainly have to
                         consider it.  With your parents'
                         blessing, of course.  Thank you 
                         for the offer.  Goodbye.

               William turns to go.

                                   MARGARET
                         William, good luck with the bishop
                         then.

                                   WILLIAM
                         Thank you.  I'll let you know how
                         it goes the same day.

               EXT. BISHOP OF LONDON'S PALACE - DAY

               An impressive building adjoining St. Paul's Cathedral.

               INT. PRESENCE CHAMBER - DAY

               Bishop of London CUTHBERT TONSTALL, 50, strolls while
               studying a handwritten treatise in his hands.  CHAPLAIN #1
               stands off to the side.

               William stands respectfully waiting in clerical habit.

                                   TONSTALL
                         I have here, from Surmaster Frith,
                         a translation of yours, from the
                         Greek, of a speech by Isocrates.
                             (approvingly)
                         A man of the New Learning.

                                   WILLIAM
                         I have been much inspired, Your
                         Lordship, by such men as yourself.
                         Erasmus of Rotterdam, Sir Thomas
                         More.

                                   TONSTALL
                         And you've been told I have some
                         need of translators?

                                   WILLIAM
                         No, Your Lordship.  'Tis my hope
                         that -- with a post -- under your 
                         spiritual guidance -- I might 
                         translate the New Testament, from
                         the Greek, into our mother tongue.
                             (no response)
                         So I wished you to see that I do
                         have proficiency in translating
                         Greek.
                         		(no response)
                         I would use as my source the new
                         Greek edition by Erasmus.
                             (no response)
                         Whom you know, do you not?

                                   TONSTALL
                         Yes.  We have met.

                                   WILLIAM
                         You see, Your Lordship, it is my
                         belief that --

               Tonstall gently interrupts,

                                   TONSTALL
                         I am sorry... but there are simply
                         no posts at this time.

               Tonstall hands the Isocrates speech to the Chaplain.

                                   TONSTALL
                         My household is full.  As for your
                         proposed Bible in English, it could
                         be misused for much mischief, as
                         the abominable followers of Luther
                         now smuggle his pestiferous
                         writings into England -- heretical
                         poison by which to infect and
                         corrupt the whole realm.

                                   WILLIAM
                         But an English New Testament, sire,
                         would --

                                   TONSTALL
                         Bare scripture is not enough,
                         Master Tyndale.  Do not listen 
                         to Lollards or Luther.

                                   WILLIAM
                         I listen to myself, my lord.  I --

                                   TONSTALL
                         The people need shepherds, now more
                         than ever, lest their minds be
                         defiled by false doctrine, to the
                         peril of their eternal souls.

               Tonstall moves toward a door, the Chaplain moving toward
               William to return the Isocrates text.

                                   TONSTALL
                         A young man as bright as yourself
                         should have no trouble finding
                         gainful employment in London.

               At the door Tonstall turns to look back at William.

                                   TONSTALL
                         There is much need for good parish
                         priests.

               Tonstall leaves.  

               The Chaplain hands the Isocrates to William, who looks numb
               with disappointment.




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