I'll have him next time. I can wait.
Ah, there you are!
My comfort and my company.
We're locked in for another year.
Four seasons more.
What a desolation.
What a life's work.
Is it too much?
Be sure to squlnt as you approach.
You may be blinded by my beauty.
Merry Christmas.
Is that why you're here... to tell me that?
I thought you might be lonely.
Here, chancellor.
Try it on for size.
It's puzzling.
I remember my third birthday.
Not just pictures of the garden or the gifts,
but who did what to whom and how it felt.
My memory stretches that far back, but never once can I remember...
anything from you or father warmer than indifference.
Why is that?
I don't know.
That was not an easy question from me, and I don't deserve and easy answer.
There are times I think we loved none of our children.
Still too easy, don't you think?
I'm weary, and you want a simple answer,
and I haven't one.
I'm so sick of all of you.
I thought I'd come and gloat a little.
Mother's tired. Come stick pins tomorrow morning.
I'll be more responsive then.
It's no fun goading anyone tonight. Bastard's boxed us up.
What's that, dear? We're his prisoners, if that interests you.
Why should it? I'm his prisoner anyway?
It was... correct me if I'm wrong...
but it was my impression that you wanted Henry's throne for me.
We can't win, Richard. We've lost it this time.
You think I'm finished, do you? So I do.
I've suffered more defeats than you have teeth.
I know one when it happens to me.
Take your wormwood like a good boy. Swallow it and go to bed.
I will be king. So you will, but not this year!
Oh, leave it, Richard! Let it go for now.
I can't. It's not so hard.
Try saying after me: John wins, I lose.
And what if John died?
You wouldn't dare! A knife. Why wouldn't I?
He's got a knife! Of course he has a knife. He always has a knife.
We all have knives. It's 1183, and we're barbarians.
How clear we make it. Oh, my piglets, we are the origins of war.
Not history's forces, nor the times, nor justice, nor the lack of it,
nor causes, nor religions, nor ideas,
nor kinds of government, nor any other thing.
Weare the killers. Webreed wars.
We carry it, like syphilis, inside.
Dead bodies rot in field and stream because the living ones are rotten.
For the love of God, can't we love one another just a little?
That's how peace begins.
We have so much to love each other for.
We have such possibilities, my children.
We could change the world.
And while we hugged each other, what would Philip do?
Oh, good God, Philip!
We're supposed to start a war. If father finds out, I'll be rulned.
Steady, John. Don't panic. Some adviser you are.
Don't do anything without me. Let me handle it. He's made a pact with Philip.
You advised John into making war. That fearless boy...
he's disinherited himself.
When Henry finds out... when I tell him what John's done...
I need a little time. Can you keep John from Philip till I say so?
Anything you say. Richard, I want you out of here before this breaks.
And that means Philip. Go to him, be desperate.
Promise anything... the vexin, brittany.
Once you're free and John is out of favor, we'll make further plans.
You see Philip. You're the diplomat. You see him, you talk to him.
You're a friend. You know him, I don't.
And Richard!
Promise anything.
I've got the old boy this time.
The damn fool thinks he loves John. He believes it.
That's where the knife goes in...
knives.
Knives.
Where is that mirror? I'm Eleanor, and I can look at anything.
My, what a lovely girl.
How could her king have left her?
Philip?
Philip!
It's working out. By morning, I can be the chosen son.
The crown can come to me. Are you still with me? We'll have to fight them all.
They'll band together once this happens. Have I got your word?
Do I have yours? All England's land in France if I support you?
Are we allies then? We were born to be.
I should say something solemn, but I haven't the time.
I'm off to father with news that John's a traitor. After that...
you stink! You know that? You're a stinker, and you stink.
I'll kill you! Ah!
Lump.
If you're a prince, there's hope for every ape in africa.
I had you saved. I wasn't on my way to father, but he was.
He would have gone to Henry and betrayed you. Look, it's in his face.
It's true. I don't know who my friends are.
Philip?
May we? That's what tapestries are for.
I'll never learn. I'll ruln everything.
Richard? Hello, Richard.
You're halfway to bed. I'll wait for morning. Come in.
Mother sent me. Come in anyway.
Our alchemists have stumbled on the art of boiling burgundy.
It turns to steam, and when it cools, we call it brandywine.
I'm Henry's prisoner. You find that charming?
No. Then why the charming smile?
I thought, I can't think why,
of when you were in paris last.
Can it be two whole years ago? It can. I need an army.
It'll take the cold away. I must have soldiers.
Have I aged? Do I seem older to you?
They've been two fierce years. I've studied, and I've trained to be a king.
I'll have your answer... yes or no? You'll have it when I give it.
You see? I've changed.
I'm not the boy you taught to hunt two years ago. Remember?
Racing after boar, you flying first,
me scrambling after, all day into dusk.
Don't go. I must know. Will you help me?
Sit and we'll discuss it.
You never write. To anyone.
Why should I make you king of England?
Aren't I better off with John or Geoffrey?
Why have you to fight when I could have the cretin or the fiend?
Would we fight? We're fighting now. Good night.
You're still a boy.
In some ways. Which way did you have in mind?
You haven't asked how much your help is worth. You'll tell me.
You can have the vexin back. And what else?
All of brittany. Does that matter? That's Geoffrey's.
Possibly to Geoffrey. And what else? That's all your help is worth.
And in return, what do you want from me?
Two thousand soldiers.
- And what else? - Five hundred knights on horse.
- And what else? - Arms and siege equlpment.
- And what else? - I never wrote because I thought you'd never answer.
You got married.
Does that make a difference? Doesn't it?
I've spent two years on every street in hell.
That's odd. I never saw you there.
You haven't said you loved me.
When the time comes.
Shh.
It's not too late at night?
I'd hoped you'd come. Good!
We couldn't leave negotiations where they were.
Ah!
I keep looking for your father in you. He's not there.
I'll miss him.
Has Richard or the queen been here to see you?
Does it matter? If they haven't yet, they will.
I want to reach a settlement. I left you with too little earlier.
Yes. Nothing is too little.
I'm sorry you're not fonder of me, lad.
Your father always said, "be fond of stronger men. "
No wonder he loved everyone.
I've come to you to offer peace.
Piss on your peace.
Your father would have wept.
My father was a weeper.
Fight me, and you'll lose.
I can't lose, Henry.
I have time. Why, just look at you.
Great heavy arms. But each year they get a little heavier.
The sand goes pit-pat in the glass.
I'm in no hurry, Henry. I've got time.
Suppose I hurry things along. Suppose I say that England is at war with France.
Then France surrenders. I don't have to fight to win.
Take all you want... this county, that one. You won't keep it long.
What kind of courage have you got?
The tidal kind...
it comes and goes.
By God, I'd love to turn you loose on Eleanor. More brandywine?
You recognize it? They were boiling it in ireland before the snakes left.
Well, things look a little bleak for Henry, don't they?
You'll say yes to Richard when he comes... arms, soldiers, anything he asks.
I'd be foolish not to. Yeah.
And withdraw it all before the battle ever started. Wouldn't you, in my place?
Why fight Henry when his sons will do it for you?
Yes, exactly.
- You've got promise, lad. That's first-class thinking. - Thank you, sir.
Good night. Good night? You're going? We haven't settled anything.
We open Christmas presents at noon. Till then. You can't be finished with me.
Oh, but I am. It's been most satisfactory. What's so satisfactory?
Winning is. I did just win. Surely you noticed.
Not a thing. You haven't won a damn thing.
Hmm.
I found out the way your mind works and the kind of man you are.
I know your plans and expectations.
You've burbled every bit of strategy you've got.
I know exactly what you will do and exactly what you won't.
And I've told you exactly nothing!
To these aged eyes, boy, that's what winning looks like! Dormez bien.
You...
you made my father nothing.
You were always better.
You bullied him,
you bellied with his wife,
you beat him down in every war,
you twisted every treaty,
you played mock the monk,
and then you made him love you for it.
I was there.
His last words went to you.
He was a loving man, and you've learned nothing of it.
I learned how much fathers live in sons.
A king like you has policy prepared on everything.
What's the official line on sodomy?
How stands the crown on boys who do with boys?
Richard finds his way into so many legends.
Let's hear yours and see how it compares.
He found me first when I was 15.
We were hunting. It was nearly dark.
My horse fell, I was thrown.
I woke to Richard touching me.
He asked me if I loved him.
"Philip, do you love me?"
And I told him, "yes. "
Do you know why I told him yes?
So that one day I could tell you all about it.
You cannot imagine what that "yes" cost.
Imagine snuggling to a chancred whore...
and bending back your lips into something like a smile, saying,
"yes,
"I love you,
"and I find you...
beautiful. "
I don't know how I did it.
- No! It wasn't like that! - But it was.
You loved me.
Never.
Get out. Please.
I don't want you here.
It's no great pleasure to be here.
So the royal corkscrew finds me twisted, does he?
I'll go tell your mother. She'll be pleased. She knows. She sent me.
How completely hers you are.
You've had four sons. Who do you claim?
Not Henry. Not my buried brother.
Not that monument to muck, that epic idiot.
Why him? Why always him and never me?
He was the eldest. He came first.
Christ, Henry, is that all?
You went with Eleanor.
You never called me. You never said my name.
I'd have walked. I'd have crawled. I'd have done anything.
It's not my fault. I won't be blamed.
I only wanted you.
No, my crown. You want my kingdom. You keep your kingdom.
That I will. I hope it kills you.
Thank God I have another son. Thank God for John.
And who shall we thank for Geoffrey? You don't think much of me.
"Much"? I don't think of you at all.
Nurse used to say I had your hands.
I might have had more of you. Try seeing me.
I haven't Richard's military skill, but he was here betraying you, not I.
I haven't John's... God knows what you see in John... and he's betrayed you too.
You think I'd ever make you king?
You'll make me king because I'm all you've got.
I was to be his chancellor. Ask him why. I've heard enough.
For moving John to treason.
I don't doubt he offered, I don't doubt you tried,
and I don't doubt John loves me.
Like a glutton loves his lunch.
You turd.
Well, John?
It isn't what you think. What do I think?
What Geoffrey said. I wouldn't plot against you, ever.
I know. You're a good boy.
Can I go now, please? It's late. I ought to be in bed.
Couldn't you wait? Couldn't you trust me? It was all yours.
Couldn't you believe that? Will you listen to the grief?
Who do you think I bullt this kingdom for? Me!
Daddy did it all for me.
When can I have it, daddy? Not until we bury you?
- I loved you. - You're a cold and bloody bastard, you are.
And you don't love anything.
I'm it. I'm all that's left.
Here, father. Here I am.
My life, when it is written, will read better than it lived.
Henry fitz-empress, first plantagenet, a king at 21,
the ablest soldier of an able time.
He led men well, he cared for justice when he could...
and ruled, for 30 years, a state as great as charlemagne's.
He married out of love a woman out of legend.
Not in alexandria or rome or camelot has there been such a queen.
She bore him many children,
but no sons.
King Henry had no sons.
He had three whiskered things, but he disowned them.
You're not mine! We're not connected!
I deny you!
None of you will get my kingdom. I leave you nothing!
And I wish you plague! May all your children breech and die!
My boys are gone.
I've lost my boys.
You dare to damn me, do you?
Well, I'll damn you back.
Goddamn you!
My boys are gone.
I've lost my boys.
Oh, jesus.
All my boys.
Henry?
The Christmas wine is in the pot
The Christmas coals are red
I'll spend my day the lover's way
Unwrapping all my gifts
In bed
The Christmas mass
Is over now
The Christmas prayers are done
No one else is caroling. It might as well be lent.
When I was little, Christmas was a time of great confusion to me.
The holy land had two kings... God and uncle raymond.
I never knew whose birthday we were celebrating.
Henry isn't here. Good, we can talk behind his back.
What happened? Don't you know?
There was a scene with beds and tapestries, and many things got said.
Spiced wine.
I'd forgotten Henry liked it. May I stay?
It's your room just as much as mine. We're both in residence.
Packed in like the poor, three to a bed.
Did you love Henry... ever?
Ever? Back before the flood? As long ago as rosamund.
Ah, that's prehistory, lamb. There are no written records or survivors.
There are pictures. She was prettier than you. Oh, much.
Her eyes, in certain light, were violet, and all her teeth were even.
That's a rare, fair feature... even teeth.
She smiled to excess, but she chewed with real distinction.
And you hate her even now.
No, but I did.
He put her in my place, you see, and that was very hard.
Like you, she headed Henry's table. That's my chair.
And so you had her poisoned.
No, I never poisoned rosamund.
Oh, I prayed for her to drop...
and smiled a little when she did.
Why aren't you happy?
Henry's keeping you. You must be cleverer than I am.
I've tried feeling pity for you,
but it keeps on turning into something else.
Why pity?
You love Henry, but you love his kingdom too.
You look at him, and you see cities,
acreage, coastline, taxes.
All I see is Henry.
Leave him to me, can't you?
I left him years ago.
And I thought I could move you.
Were you always like this?
When I was young and worshipped you, is this what you were like?
Most likely.
Child, I'm finished, and I've come to give him anything he asks for.
Do you know what I should like for Christmas?
I should like to see you suffer.
Alais, just for you.
Alors, ma petite.
J'ai peur, maman. No, no.
The sky is pocked with stars.
What eyes the wise men must have had to see a new one in so many.
You look cold. I've mulled some wine.
I wonder... were there fewer stars then?
I don't know. I fancy there's a mystery in it.
What's this? Warm wine.
Why, so it is.
You are as beautiful as I remembered.
Off you go. My widow wants to see me.
She came to find out what your plans are. I know.
She wants you back. Go to your room.
So, you want me back.
She thinks I do.
She thinks the need for loving never stops.
She has a point.
I marvel at you. After all these years,
still like a democratic drawbridge, going down for everybody.
At my age, there's not much traffic anymore.
To your interminable health.
- Well, wife, what's on your mind? - I've just seen Richard.
Splendid boy. He says you fought.
We always do.
It's his impression that you mean to disinherit them.
I fancy I'll relent.
Don't you? I don't much care.
In fact, I wonder, Henry, if I care for anything.
I wonder if I'm hungry out of habit.
I could listen to you lie for hours.
So your lust is rusty. Gorgeous.
Henry, I'm so tired.
Sleep then. Sleep and dream of me withcroutons.
Henri a la mode.
- Henry, stop it. - Eleanor, I haven't started.
What do you want? You want my name on paper? I'll sign anything.
You want the Aquitaine for John? It's John's.
It's his, it's yours, it's anybody's. In exchange for what?
For nothing. For a little qulet.
For an end to this, for God's sake.
Sail me back to England, lock me up...
and lose the key and let me be alone.
You have my oath.
I give my word. Oh, well.
Well, well.
Would you like a pillow? Footstool? How about a shawl?
Your oaths are all profanities, your words a curse, your name on paper is a waste of pulp!
I'm vilifying you, for God's sake! Pay attention!
How,
from where we started,
did we ever reach this Christmas?
Step by step.
What happens to me now?
That's lively curiosity from such a dead cat.
If you want to know my plans, just ask me.
Conquer china, sack the vatican, or take the veil.
I'm not among the ones who give a damn.
Just let me sign my lands to John and go to bed.
No, you're too kind. I can't accept.
Come on, man, I'll sign the thing in blood or spit or bright blue ink.
Let's have it done. Let's not.
No, I don't think I want your signature on anything.
You don't? Dear God,
the pleasure I still get from goading you.
You don't want John to have my provinces? Bull's-eye.
I can't bear you when you're smug. I know, I know.
You don't want Richard, and you don't want John. You've grasped it.
All right, then, shatter me!
Let me have it. What do you want?
A new wife.
Oh.
So,
I'm to be annulled.
Well, will the pope annul me,
do you think?
The pontiff owes me one pontificate. I think he will.
Out Eleanor,
in alais.
- Why? - A new wife, wife, will bear me sons.
That is the single thing...
of which I would have thought you had enough.
I want a son. We could populate...
a country town with country girls who've borne you sons.
How many is it? Help me count the bastards.
All my sons are bastards.
You really mean to do it. Lady love, with all my heart.
Your sons are part of you.
Like warts and goiters, and I'm having them removed.
We've made them. They're our boys.
I know, and good God, look at them.
Geoffrey... there's a masterpiece.
He isn't flesh, he's a device. He's wheels and gears.
And johnny...
was his latest treason your idea?
I caught him lying, and I've said, "he's young. "
I found him cheating, and I've said, "he's just a boy. "
I've watched him steal and whore and whip his servants, and he's not a child.
He's the man we made him.
Don't share John with me.
He's your accomplishment. And Richard's yours.
How could you send him off to deal with Philip?
I was tired.
I was busy.
They were friends.
Eleanor, he was the best.
From the cradle on, you cradled him. I never had a chance.
You never wanted one. How do you know? You took him.
Separation from your husband you could bear, but not your son.
Whatever I have done, you made me do.
You threw me out of bed for Richard.
Not until you threw me out for rosamund.
It's not that simple. I won't have it to be that simple.
I adored you. Never.
I still do.
Of all the lies, that one is the most terrible.
I know. That's why I saved it up for now.
Oh, Henry, we've mangled everything we've touched.
Deny us what you will, we have done that.
Do you remember when we met?
Down to the hour and color of your stockings.
I could hardly see you for the sunlight.
It was raining, but no matter.
There was very little talk, as I recall.
Very little.
I had never seen such beauty.
I walked right up and touched it.
God, where did I find the gall to do that?
In my eyes.
I loved you.
No annulment.
What? There will be no annulment.
Will there not? No, I'm afraid you'll have to do without.
Well, it was just a whim.
I'm so relieved. I didn't want to lose you.
Out of curiosity, as intellectual to intellectual,
how in the name of bleeding jesus can you lose me?
Do we ever see each other? Am I ever near you?
Ever with you? Am I ever anywhere but somewhere else?
Do I write? Do we send messages?
Do dinghies bearing gifts float up the thames to you? Are you remembered?
You are.
You're no part of me. We do not touch at any point.
How can you lose me? Can't you feel the chains?
You know me well enough to know I can't be stopped.
I don't have to stop you. I have only to delay you.
Every enemy you have has friends in rome. We'll cost you time.
What is this? I'm not moldering.
My paint's not peeling. I'm good for years. How many years?
Suppose I hold you back for one. I can. It's possible.
Suppose your first son dies. Ours did. It's possible.
Suppose you're daughtered next. We were.
That, too, is possible.
How old is daddy then?
What kind of spindly,
rickett-ridden, milky, wizened, dim-eyed,
gammy-handed, limpy line of things will you beget?
It's sweet of you to care.
And when you die, which is regrettable but necessary,
what will happen to frail alais and her pruney prince?
You can't think Richard's going to wait for your grotesque to grow.
You wouldn't let him do a thing like that?
Let him? I'd push him through the nursery door.
You're not that cruel.
Don't fret. We'll wait until you're dead to do it.
Eleanor, what do you want?
Just what you want... a king for a son.
You can make more, I can't. You think I want to disappear?
One son is all I've got, and you can blot him out and call me cruel?
For these ten years, you've lived with everything I've lost...
and loved another woman through it all, and I am cruel?
I could peel you like a pear,
and God himself would call it justice.
I will die sometime soon.
One day I'll duck too slow, and at westminster,
they'll sing out "long live the king" for someone else.
I beg you, let it be a son of mine.
I am not moved to tears.
I have no sons. You have too many sons. You don't need more.
Well, wish me luck. I'm off.
To rome? That's where they keep the pope.
You don't dare go!
Say that again at noon. You'll say it to my horse's ass.
Lamb, I'll be rid of you by easter! You can count your reigning days!
You go to rome, we'll rise against you!
Who will? Richard, Geoffrey, John and Eleanor of Aquitaine.
The day those stout hearts band together is the day that pigs get wings!
There'll be pork in the treetops come morning!
Don't you see you've given them a common cause: New sons?
You leave the country, and you've lost it.
- All of you at once? - And Philip too. He'd join us.
Yes, he would.
Now how's your trip to rome?
Oh, I've got you, got you, got you.
Should I take a thousand men-at-arms, or is that showy?
Bluff away.
Ah, poor thing. How can I break the news? You've just miscalculated.
Have I? How?
You should have lied. You should have promised to be good while I was gone.
I would have let your three boys loose. They could have fought me then.
You wouldn't keep your sons locked up here.
Why the devil wouldn't I? You wouldn't dare.
Why not? Let them sit in chinon for a while. I forbid it.
She forbids it. Did your father sleep with me, or didn't he?
No doubt you're going to tell me that he did. Would it upset you?
What about the thousand men? I say be gaudy and to hell with it.
Don't leave me, Henry. I'm at rock bottom. I'll do anything to keep you.
I think you think you mean it. Ask for something.
Eleanor, we're passed it, years passed. Test me. Name an act.
There isn't one! About my fornication with your father.
Yes, there is. You can expire. You first, old man. I only hope I'm there to watch.
You're so afraid of dying. You're so scared of it. Ah, poor Eleanor.
If only she'd lied. She did. She said she never loved your father.
I can always count on you.
I never touched you without thinking, "Geoffrey, Geoffrey. "
The day you hurt me, I'll cry out.
I've put more horns on you than Louis ever wore.
Am I supposed to care? I'll kill you if you leave me.
You can try. I loved your father's body. He was beautiful.
It never happened. I can see his body now. Shall I describe it?
Eleanor, I hope you die! His arms were rough,
with scars here. No!
I can feel his arms! I feel them!
I feel it!
What? Have I hurt you?
Let me finish!
You were in the next room when he did it!
Well,
what family doesn't have its ups and downs?
I'm cold.
I can't feel anything.
Not anything at all.
We couldn't go back, could we, Henry?
William!
Up! Up!
When the king is off his ass, nobody sleeps!
Up! Up!
Tell her to pack. She leaves when it's light.
Up, up!
- Henry? - We're packing up and moving out.
Is there a war? What's happened? Henry, what's the matter?
Nothing, for a change. Would you believe it?
Where have you been all night? What for? Making us an entourage.
We're off to rome to see the pope.
He's excommunicated you again.
No, he's going to set me free. I'm having Eleanor annulled.
The nation will be shocked to learn our marriage wasn't consummated.
Oh, be serious. I am.
It seems that you and I are getting married.
By the pope himself.
You mean it?
Shall I kneel?
It's not another trick? The bridal party's drilling on the cobblestones.
- She'll find a way to stop us. - How? She won't be here.
We're launching her for salisbury tower when the winds change.
She'll be barging down the river by lunchtime.
If she doesn't stop us, Richard will.
Not anymore, I've corked him up. He's in the cellar with his brothers and the wine.
The royal boys are aging with the royal port. You haven't said yes.
Would you like a formal declaration?
There, my finest angle. It's on all the coins.
Sad alais, will you marry me?
Be my queen.
We'll love each other, and you'll give me sons.
Let's have six. We'll do Eleanor one better.
We'll call the first one Louis, if you like.
Louls le premier. How's that for a king of England?
Henry, you can't ever let them out.
You've lost me. Let who out? Your sons.
You've put them in the dungeon, and you've got to keep them there forever.
Do I now? If they're free when you die,
it's the dungeon or the nunnery for me.
But, Henry, what about the child?
Don't bother me about the child. The damn thing isn't born yet.
If they're free, they'll kill it.
And I will not live to see our children murdered.
Henry!
Are you going down?
To let them out or to keep them in?
Could you say to a child of yours,
"you've seen the sunlight for the last time"?
Can you do it, Henry?
I shall have to,
shan't I?
He's here.
He'll get no satisfaction out of me. He isn't going to see me beg.
Why, you chivalric fool, as if the way one fell down mattered.
When the fall is all there is, it matters.
My barge is sailing with the tide.
- I've come to say good-bye. - Does Henry know you're here?
I've brought you each a little something. What's he planning?
Is he going to keep us here? For God's sake, mother. I picked it out especially.
- How heavy is the outside guard? - That's taken care of.
The courtyard, the gates? They're putting Henry's train together, and it's chaos.
You can walk right out. We'll go to poitiers. He'll expect that.
But we'll meet him with an army when he comes. You stick close to me.
When you run, run hard. Why run at all? I think we ought to stay.
Stay here? Till Henry comes. He will come, won't he?
And he'll come alone.
I count three knives to one. You think we could?
I'd only do it wrong. You kill him, I'll watch.
- Where are you going? - Up for air.
Don't stop her. You don't think I'm gonna let this happen.
If you tell, there'll be a rash of executions, and you don't want that.
No, you don't want to lose one of us, not even me.
You're clever, but I wonder if you're right.
Warn him, it's the end of us. You warn him not, it's the end of him.
It's that clear. Take the knives and run.
No, Geoffrey's right.
You're not an assassin.
Look again. Richard.
Spare me that. You brought these things. You want him dead? You do it.
You unnatural animal.
Unnatural, mummy? You tell me, what's nature's way?
If poison mushrooms grow and babies come with crooked backs,
if goiters thrive and dogs go mad...
and wives kill husbands, what's unnatural?
Come, here stands your lamb. Come cover him in kisses. He's all yours.
No, you're not mine. I'm not responsible.
Where do you think I learned this from? Who do you think I studied under?
How old was I when you fought with Henry first? Young. I don't know.
How many battles did I watch? But those were battles, not a knife behind a door.
I never heard a corpse ask how it got so cold. What were you thinking when you fought him?
You. I did it all for you! Of your unnatural animal?
You wanted father dead. No, never that.
You tried to kill him. Why? What did you want? Yes!
I wanted Henry back.
Liar!
I wanted Henry.
Don't trust her. She'll warn him if she gets a chance.
Dear, dear, whatever shall we do with mother?
It wants light.
What we do in dungeons needs the shades of day.
I stole the candles from the chapel.
Jesus won't begrudge them, and the chaplain works for me.
You look dreadful. So do you.
I underslept a little.
We can all rest in a little while.
There, that's better.
Bright and clear, just like the morning.
Fine looking boy.
What do you want from us? You must be mad.
Why did you have to come here? Damn it, why did you come?
You were the best.
I told her so.
You, I loved.
You're going to keep us here.
You can't ever let me out. You know you can't.
I'll never stop.
I can't stop either.
Brave boys...
that's what I have.
Come for me.
What's wrong? You're Richard, aren't you?
But you're Henry.
Please, take me back. Can't we try again?
Again? We always have before.
Oh, yes, we always have.
Go on!
Execute him.
They're assassins, aren't they?
This was treason, wasn't it?
You gave them life. You take it.
Who's to say it's monstrous? I'm the king. I call it just.
Therefore, I, Henry, by the grace of God,
king of the english, lord of scotland, ireland and wales,
count of anjou, brittany, poutou and normandy,
maine, gascony and Aquitaine,
do sentence you to death.
Done this Christmas day in chinon in God's year 1183.
Surely that's not what I intended.
Children.
They're all we have.
Go on.
I'm done.
I'm finished with you.
You and I are finished.
You spare the rod, you'll spoil those boys.
I couldn't do it, Eleanor.
Nobody thought you could.
Come rest.
I want no women in my life. You're tired.
I could have conquered europe, all of it,
but I had women in my life.
Go on, get out. Go on.
I should have killed you years ago.
You put me here. You made me do mad things. You've bled me.
Shoulder it yourself.
Don't put it on my back.
Pick it up and carry it. I can.
My losses are my work.
What losses?
I'm the one with nothing.
Lost your life's work, have you?
Provinces are nothing.
Land is dirt.
I could take defeats like yours and laugh. I've done it.
If you're broken, it's because you're brittle.
I've lost.
You won.
And I can't ever have you back again.
You're all that I have ever loved.
Christ, you don't know what nothing is.
I want to die. No, you don't.
I want to die. I'll hold you.
Henry, I want to die. Eleanor.
I want to die. Let me hold you.
I want to die.
You will, you know, someday.
Just wait long enough, and it'll happen.
So it will.
We're in the cellar, you're going back to prison,
my life is wasted, we've lost each other,
and you're smiling.
It's the way I register despair.
There's everything in life but hope.
We're both alive.
And for all I know, that's what hope is.
We're jungle creatures, Henry,
and the dark is all around us.
See them... in the corners?
You can see the eyes.
And they can see ours.
I'm a match for anything.
Aren't you?
I should have been a great fool...
not to love you.
You'll let me out for easter?
Come the resurrection, you can strike me down again.
Perhaps next time I'll do it.
And perhaps you won't.
You know, I hope we never die!
So do I.
You think there's any chance of it?