In case you missed it....
Scene: A surprisingly clean and healthy looking 17th century London. Seems like they got over that mild plague stuff pretty quickly.
Tom: Oh Sarah, thanks for all your help in this bread making and stuff. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here for me...as my sister in law (stops to look yearnfully at her over some bread rolls). PS did I mention I baked things?
Sarah: Yeh, it's pretty annoying though that my husband is missing presumed dead isn't it?
Tom: Oh yeh, I forgot about that even though I see you every day. I suppose we better mention it again though in case someone decides to make a poor quality television programme about this moment. Otherwise the viewers wouldn't be able to get a useful summary of our relationship in just a few minutes!
Sarah: Good point-anyway, better go as its time for me to feel mildly threatened by Charles Dance. Byeeee!
Cut to King dancing with wenches
King: Phwoar
Wench: I admire you sire, but even I can see that I'm going to ignore your advances at least for a little while so that your lust overwhelms you.
King: Hmm, how frustrating
Cut to evil bickering:
Relation of some kind: Look you guys, please tell the king he's gone over he top with all this wig stuff. He looks like a poodle.
Random courtiers: We can't tell him that sire! We are merely random courtiers. We thought we should point that out early on.
Relation of some kind: Well I can't because I am a relation of some kind! I've got to save my misgivings for later in the series to build tension.
Cut to guy who turns out to be Samuel Pepys
Sam: Are you telling me it's 8.25? I'm late for school!....I mean my appointment with the king!
Sam's wife: Isn't it made pretty clear in your diaries that you're only middle class and probably wouldn't know the king on an intimate level?
Sam: How dare you! We're so close that I can insult him and best him at croquet without suffering the consequences. But luckily I am also of a level which means I can interact with the guy who runs that insignificant bakers shop, just in case we need to link all the stories up some how.
Sam's wife: That's nice dear, now let me look out this window so I can look properly forlorn.
Cut to Charles Dance lurking in an alleyway
Charles Dance: I wish I had some great dialogue to work with but instead I will just have to stand around looking evil.
Cut to bakers shop
Daughter 1: Dad, I'm old enough to help, let me start the ovens
Tom / Dad: No
Daughter: We'll I'm perfectly capable so I'll do it anyway
Tom / Dad: FIRE!
Daughter 1: Balls.
Fire ensues at last. People use a giant syringe to try to put it out. Not much else happens.
Cut to Charles Dance lurking in the alleyway again.
The End.