[Fussing]
Look, Your Majesty. Just like a little frog.
He loves the water.
Better than some people I know.
Your little brother's setting you a good example.
Now, stop squirming. This is a bad snarl.
If God made me a princess, why didn't he take a little more time...
and make my hair so it wouldn't snarl?
[Screaming, Giggling]
There, that finishes you. Run along.
You can embroider your jupon for your doll.
- Edward, you're next. - Hold on.
Gibbie, be sure to dry him thoroughly.
[Bell Tolling]
Razor sharp.
It must be, Master Mord.
He has a neck like leather.
Tougher than yours, my rooster?
I only wanted to be sure of your making it with a single stroke, sir.
[Tolling Continues]
Go on, get off.
Water. [Groaning] Water!
Please! Water.
[Tolling Continues]
[Chuckling] [Tolling Continues]
A bell? Is someone dead?
Lord Devere is to die, Your Majesty, on Tower Hill.
Yes, on... Tower Hill?
Execution? But I forbid it. I forbid it.
I forbid it!
Tell 'em the king forbids it.
King Edward, the new king, he ordered it.
Oh, yes. [Tolling Continues]
Yes, I remember.
I was king once.
But now, a Yorkist king sits on the throne.
But my son- my son, not his- will be king one day!
My son, the lawful Prince of Wales,
will return from exile in France with an army larger than Caesar's...
and will sweep these usurpers into the sea!
That is true. I have heard it said he may land any day now.
Then we'll see who's king. Yeah.
Then we'll see.
[Men Praying Indistinctly]
[Tolling Continues]
Your Majesty, I don't like to disturb you,
but have you forgotten you're expected at Develin Tower?
I'm afraid we're already late. If only I could forget.
Oh, Alice, what strange duties hath a queen.
I'm supposed to forget that I'm a wife and a mother.
Why can't I be spared a sight which always haunts me?
[Tolling Continues]
Where's His Majesty? In the armory, Milord Hastings,
having a bout with the Duke of Gloucester.
He forgets everything when he plays these dangerous games.
If that blow had landed, you'd be minus a brother and England a king!
Only the brother would be missed.
Well done!
The way they go at it, you'd never think they were brothers.
Here's one, Richard, to straighten that crookback!
Here's one to hurt your face! Careful, you swine! I think you meant that for me!
Sorry I missed.
That just missed the Duke of Clarence.
[Man Laughing] Ooh!
Oh.
Your Majesty. I pray, Your Majesty, you're late.
Devere is on his way to the scaffold.
That's the best bout we've had for many a day.
Richard, you're a wizard with that weapon.
If I weren't, I wouldn't be in this boxed ring with you.
Three tallies for me, Richard, and two for you. No, no. Three for me.
All right, a draw then.
Look. His Majesty is wounded. Oh, a scratch, Hastings. A scratch.
Your Majesty takes too many risks.
You chance death and call it sport.
My dear Lord Chamberlain, the only way to learn to fight is to fight.
Richard and I can take care of ourselves.
Edward, did you see Richard try to brain me? No.
He didn't miss my head by more than an inch.
Clarence, he meant to miss. He didn't try to clip you.
If he had tried- [Chuckling]
[Hastings] Your Majesty must hasten. Everything is waiting.
The people expect you. Yes, yes, it's a nuisance.
[Tolling Continues]
## [Drums] [Praying Continues]
Devere was betrayed by the Duke of Gloucester,
and I'm not going to see him go to his death alone.
Remember, Richard of Gloucester is the king's favorite brother.
Please, John, don't antagonize him.
You have yourself and Alice to think of.
## [Fanfare] I'll ask the queen's permission.
Your Majesty, may I have a word?
What is it, John? If it please Your Majesty,
none of Lord Devere's friends dared appear.
So he has asked that I be with him on the scaffold.
He's your cousin, I know.
Go with him. But the king might-
I've given my permission.
John, dear, do you think it wise to show sympathy for an enemy of the king?
I would wish Devere to do the same for me were I to face the ax.
Alice? Yes, Your Majesty.
## [Drums Continue]
[Tolling Continues]
201. 202. 203 executions I seen.
Me old granny only seen 95.
Down ya go. Please, Mr. Clink. Please wait.
I wants to see the head fall in the basket.
A body would think that your heart was as black as your face.
People thinks now that sweeps is black all through instead of black all over.
It won't make me no cleaner to miss the fun.
I says ya can't see it!
Better have a black face than be worried about black deeds.
[Laughing]
I'm late. I know, I know.
## [Fanfare]
## [Drums Stop] Their Majesties, the king and queen!
Ah! The traitor has a friend.
What's John Wyatt doing with young Devere?
I gave him my permission. He's Devere's cousin.
Hmm. And also some sort of cousin of yours,
which didn't prevent him or his father from helping to cut off my father's head.
I think Wyatt is at least indiscreet.
As is customary, the condemned prisoner...
will be allowed to make a farewell speech...
before his sentence is carried out.
Make it short, I pray you, so as not to bore the king.
You are assembled here...
to see a repentant man...
give up his life for the crime of treason.
In that, you will be disappointed.
I am not a repentant man.
I am not guilty of treason.
I am only guilty of fighting a usurper!
The rightful King of England, Henry of Lancaster,
lies imprisoned there in the tower!
Stop! Stop! You cannot go on! Think of your friend here.
I'm sorry, John. I forgot I might get you into trouble.
Forgive me. Here.
Take these as a remembrance.
Good-bye. Stick to your principles,
and, uh, beware of Gloucester.
I believe a fee is customary to insure the best effort on your part.
Here is a groat, the smallest coin I know.
Do your worst.
[Spits] [Coin Clatters]
[Tolling Continues]
[Tolling Stops]
Well, Mord, a true stroke if ever I saw one. I was proud of you.
Here are five pounds. Your Highness.
I won the wager, but you earned it.
Your Highness, you're more than a duke.
More than a king.
You're a god to me.
Crookback and drag foot.
Misfits, eh?
Well, what we lack in physical perfection we make up here, eh?
Good night, Mord.
A king.
[Chuckles] A god.
[Chuckles]
A king.
I have plans for you all, my little ones.
Paper-crown Henry. Wales.
You robbed me of the only woman I will ever love.
My nephews.
Brother Clarence.
Myself. I will not always be sixth in succession to the throne.
I know, young man, but the king was furious.
You're under suspicion for daring to attend Devere.
I admit it would have been a senseless risk...
if the queen hadn't given me permission.
But, my dear, you should have realized that the queen's word wasn't enough.
Gloucester said you were indiscreet.
You know he's all-powerful with His Majesty.
And we need every bit of influence with the king for our own problem.
Young woman, if the king doesn't soon give his consent to our marriage,
I'm gonna carry you off... like this.
Oh, John!
We'll take refuge in France with the exiled Henry Tudor.
Oh, if we only could today.
Why can't we?
We're bound by every tie of love and loyalty to the queen.
Promise me you'll stay regardless of what happens.
She needs every friend.
I promise.
? As freely lives A noble heart?
All right, lunkhead, I'm pulling you up now! It's late!
[Boy Screaming] Hey!
Here, here!
What do you mean by fouling the queen's apartment with this infernal dirt?
Don't clout me! I skinned me arm!
I didn't mean to do it, milord. Don't be angry with the poor child.
He's hurt and frightened. He should be more careful.
Oh! Where is he? Where is he?
Oh, praise be, he's all right! Me little helper.
Was I worried! I thought he met an untimely end.
The lad didn't mean nothing, milady. It was me own fault.
It was an accident. Here's a shilling. Buy some salve for your elbow.
Thank you, mi- I'll see that he gets the best of care, milady. [Spits]
He ain't hurt bad. We gets used to skinning and scraping ourselves...
climbing around in flues.
Now, he thanks you. Thank you.
And I thank you, milady, for being so kind.
Yes, milady, I won't forget ya, never.
Call on me at anytime for anything.
Tom Clink's my name. The best sweep in London.
? Sweep your chimneys, miladies Sweep 'em clean and dry?
? Swee-## [Muttering] Mr. Clink.
Oh, I took the blame for your imprudent act, John.
The king was very angry, but I think he'll be lenient.
Do you think he will give his consent to our marriage?
I think so.
Why don't you go and ask him, John? Run along.
I was saying good night to my lovely nephews.
How I envy my brother. So happily married,
his succession assured.
I-
Good night, Your Majesty.
Did he touch them? I think he loves them, the darlings.
Loves them?
Good evening, Wyatt. Waiting for His Majesty?
Yes. Your Highness.
I hope the keepsake Devere left you...
will prove a talisman of, um, good fortune.
[Door Closes]
Plantagenets have been on the throne for more than 300 years,
some weak and some strong, and I propose to be the strongest.
But to be the strongest, I must be the richest.
Money builds armies. Armies build kingdoms.
And as I have demonstrated, the simplest way of increasing the family wealth...
is by shrewd matrimonial alliances.
Clarence here is particularly fortunate,
'cause he had Warwick as a father-in-law.
Er, the late, uh, lamented Warwick. [Clears Throat]
And he was richer than any king.
Now, you, Richard.
[Chuckling]
I, um-
I realize what you're leading up to, and I refuse.
Oh, I know how you feel about little Anne Neville, but- Yes.
Our dear brother arranged that match.
Deliberately married the girl I love to our deadliest enemy, the Prince of Wales.
I had nothing to do with it. She was in love with him.
How could you expect any woman to be really in love with you?
See, Edward? He's always threatening me.
Ah!
I don't blame you. [Door Closes]
Well, let's get back to business.
Anne Neville is married and out of your reach. Not forever.
Someday, I'll come to grips with the Prince of Wales, and Anne Neville will be a widow.
Oh, someday, someday. I can't wait that long.
I must bring this Norfolk tribe into the fold.
Now, you're strong in the north, and the duchess is strong in the south.
As much as I love and respect you, no.
In this instance, I'm the king and not your brother.
Edward, I've never disobeyed you in any other matter.
This is a fine time to start.
Well, what do we do?
Unfortunately, my own sons are as yet too young to marry.
It'll have to be somebody else, and tonight.
The duchess arrived this morning. That does make the gravy thick.
Mmm.
There's an eligible young man waiting in the next room.
What?
[Chuckles] Come on.
Ah, Wyatt. Your Majesty.
Good evening, Wyatt. Good evening. Glad to see you.
Yes.
Your Majesty, I came to ask if I might-
Yes, yes. Oh, a most instructive book you're reading, hmm?
It demonstrates a favorite theory of mine.
As you know, I believe in strengthening the throne by the right kind of marriage.
The queen's family's been invaluable.
Her brother, your cousin Anthony,
married an extremely wealthy heiress.
Her sisters, also your cousins,
are brilliantly allied with the Duke of Buckingham,
the Earl of Huntington, the Earl of Arundel, the Earl of Essex...
and Lord Strange of Knokyn.
And now comes your turn.
As cousin to the queen, it's manifestly your duty...
to ally yourself with a family which will strengthen the position of the Crown and succession...
both by wealth and power.
Therefore, I have the honor to announce your betrothal to the Dowager Duchess of Norfolk.
A perfect match, Your Majesty. Yes.
Your Majesty knows Lady Alice Barton and I-
Oh, well, the duchess will make you an excellent wife.
But, sire, her grandson is older than I.
True, true. And her dowry will be in proportion.
I cannot.
What?
It's a simple problem between heart and head.
I would rather answer the dictates of my heart.
By not losing your heart, you will keep your head.
It's an old axiom of mine.
Marry your enemies and behead your friends.
After all, she's old. Can't last for long.
I beg you not insist upon this marriage.
Instead, make Lady Alice and myself the happiest subjects in your kingdom.
There is no alternative. Then I still refuse.
His Highness, the duke, put this idea into your head.
You've made a choice between head and heart,
but I assure you your heart will not be worth much after your head falls.
Guards, take him to the constable of the tower.
There, my pretty. Let that be a lesson to you.
Don't try to escape from old Mord.
Don't touch me.
Don't come near me. Don't even speak to me.
Now, go to your room. My love, my sweet, my thrush, my little porcupine.
Why, I must be obeyed in my own palace.
Why, if every subject flouts my authority and escapes punishment-
John Wyatt is different.
In the first place, he's my cousin.
And in the second place, if you send him to the scaffold, I'll leave you!
[Chuckling]
If I grant him his life, will you be nice?
Marrying him to that old crone!
I know my family's not of royal blood, but you needn't throw it in my face all the time.
My darling, I never said or thought that.
Why, you're a queen.
A wonderful queen. I love you,
and I adore our beautiful children who'll become kings and queens.
But being a king is my business, and you must not interfere.
Release my cousin! Nope.
Wyatt was insubordinate and must suffer the consequences. You know that isn't true.
Elyzabeth, if I allow him openly to defy me,
why, everyone'll take it as a sign of weakness, and I'll be in a fine position.
But he won't die. All right.
[Chuckles] I promise.
As punishment, I'll banish him to France.
He can join that troublesome youngster Henry Tudor.
Poor Alice. What will she do while he's away?
I'll arrange all that. Now, she shall marry, um, Lord-
Edward! All right. All right, dear. I won't do anything about it.
You shall have your way, hmm?
[Man] Your Majesty?
Your Majesty! [Knocking]
What is it?
Sire, a courier's just arrived.
Wales has landed from France with a strong force,
and the Lancastrian sympathizers are rallying to his standard.
The best news for months! Will we never have done with these awful wars?
You have no cause for worry. We'll crush Wales and his misbegotten friends like flies.
Don't be overly confident. I'm happy.
I've waited a long time for the Prince of Wales. Oh, uh, yes.
Um, couldn't we take old paper-crown King Henry into battle with us?
What?
If fortune should smile,
one of his son's men, even the prince himself,
might accidentally cut him down.
[Chuckling] Why, I don't think we could do that.
I mean, uh, could we? Well, why not?
Well, then, mayhap we could.
But will the old fool go? Gladly when he's heard my explanation.
You rascal! [Laughing]
Oh. [Mutters, Clears Throat]
You may go.
My brother and I are no longer your enemies,
but Your Majesty's vassals united in a common cause...
under your leadership.
My leadership? Yes, Your Majesty.
There. You see? [Chuckles]
Your Majesty.
Your pack ofbeggars can go anywhere and do anything without arousing suspicion.
Tomorrow, they must play on the temper of the people.
Instruct them to start their whisperings.
Spread the word that King Henry has renounced all claims to the throne...
and is supporting King Edward.
Your Highness.
[All] They say Henry has renounced the throne...
and is supporting King Edward...
against his own son,
the Prince of Wales.
That's right. Now, remember it all and take your usual stations.
Here's silver for you. [All Clamoring]
## [Drums] ## [Fanfare]
## [Men Singing, Indistinct]
Edward, the king!
# Our king goes forth?
# To victory?
# For the white rose?
Your Highness, let me go with you. ## [Singing Continues]
I've never killed in hot blood.
It'll be different. More- More exciting.
Many men are killed in battle. Please let me go.
I need your eyes and ears in the tower.
Remember, of every two persons left in this gloomy pile,
one is an enemy of ours.
[Cheering]
They say Henry has renounced the throne...
and is supporting King Edward against his own son, the Prince of Wales.
## [Singing Continues]
They say Henry has renounced the throne-
And is supporting King Edward against his own son, the Prince of Wales.
Edward, the king!
## [Fades]
I'm not permitted to see Lord Wyatt before he sails,
so I'm hiding this note in these flowers.
You must get them to the master of the ship Trident.
It's very important. Yes, milady.
[Screaming]
But, Edward, dear- Ah, but, Anne, the future is golden.
Father is in no condition to resume his position.
So naturally, the throne will come to me.
Edward and Crookback may even run away without fighting.
Edward alone I do not fear. But Richard is a valiant knight and a vicious enemy.
Don't underestimate him.
I'll rid you of his evil influence. He's haunted you too long.
Anne, I think you loved him even before you married me. No, not love.
He's so clever, so ruthless.
It'll take more than his misshapen genius to prevail against me. [Chuckles]
I wish you could come to Tewkesbury, but a battlefield is no place for a woman.
Stay here with the prioress. I'll come for you directly we have won.
I'll say good-bye to my princess.
I'll return to greet my queen.
[Thunderclap]
[No Audible Dialogue]
Look, Edward! Yonder is Wales!
Forward!
[Men Shouting]
[Shouting Continues]
- Wales? - Aye.
- We meet for the last time. - Good.
[Shouting, Indistinct]
[Men Shouting]
[Thunderclap]
[Shouting Continues]
Victory is ours! Long live King Edward!
[Cheering, Shouting]
Isobel! Isobel! Isobel!
Oh. Isobel, Wales is dead. What?
Wales is dead! We must get your sister Anne out of the country before Richard can find her.
She's at the priory at Hereford. I don't care where she is.
Go to her at once. Make Anne believe that Richard killed her husband. ## [Men Singing, Indistinct]
Murdered him!
[Cheering] ## [Fanfare]
## [Singing Continues, Indistinct]
[Man] Long live King Edward!
Your brilliant plan's taken a strange turn.
Instead of bringing back a corpse, we brought back a hero.
Don't worry. Several learned doctors have assured me that Henry hasn't long to live.
The cheers of my people. My victory.
Oh, it's very wonderful.
It brings back memories.
Memories.
Oh, I'm very happy.
I have you to thank for all this.
And I must give thanks to the All Highest.
A fitting occasion for a blade in the shape of a cross.
It will insure the thrust and bless the wound.
Oh, Lord, be with me.
And with thy spirit.
Yes, Beacon, what is it? Your Majesty,
it is my duty to report that as a consequence of... [Coughs]
His many infirmities,
Henry of Lancaster has just died at his devotions.
He was a saintly man.
We must give him a splendid funeral,
and later, say prayers for his soul.
[Richard] Then Anne Neville will be a widow.
She must be in disguise, hidden in some unlikely place. My spies-
Clarence has mocked me too long! Find her!
Find her, or you'll taste the rack!
And disguised as a serving wench. Oh.
Now she's posing as a serving wench. Arrest her, and not too gently.
And in the king's name.
You've-You've made some mistake. I'm only a servant.
Sam! Tie her!
Please, sir! Please!
You mention a word of this outside these walls,
I'll tear your tongues out.
To the tower!
Fifty pounds if you'll tell the Duke of Clarence I'm here.
There's only one person with influence enough to serve you,
and that's the Duke of Gloucester.
Did I hear my name? What means this dark corner gossip about me with a serving wench?
Anne.
Anne, how come you're here in this strange guise?
She's under arrest.
- Who dared give such an order? - The king, Your Highness.
The king?
Oh, Anne, someone has made a terrible mistake. If I'd only known it before.
Appoint me to plead for you. I'll move Heaven and Earth to set you free.
I'll risk everything to take you to the king. We must go together.
If this isn't the finest robe ever made for a wedding, you'll feel the strength of my displeasure.
- It will be magnificent. - Oh, uh, Your Majesty?
May I, uh-
[Mouths Word]
Uh, no more time now. Out with you.
[Laughter] Go on! Scurry, scurry, scurry!
I hope you have sufficient cause for this untimely interruption.
Your Majesty, I have presumed upon our mutual affection to bring-
Who is this kitchen wench? Anne Neville, sire.
Your prisoner and I beg you to release her. Anne Neville?
Preposterous! You go too far, brother.
Only for love- for love of a childhood sweetheart.
Regardless of what her feelings may be today,
humbly, on me knees, I beg you to listen to the poor girl.
Poor girl? Poor girl?
Daughter of one enemy, wife of another. She must pay the penalty for treason!
But, Your Majesty, she was driven into marriage,
surrounded by lying people, her mind poisoned against us.
I will be responsible for her loyalty.
Have you lost your senses? Only a husband can be responsible for a woman's actions.
But she was imposed upon. Silence!
I will consider her release only upon condition that- that she marry you.
[Grunts]
That is too much to ask of her.
Oh, nay, you're wrong, Richard.
You've always been true and loyal to me,
and I'll be loyal to you and the king.
[Clears Throat]
I give myself gladly if you'll have me.
Richard, my friend, my brother, my counselor,
you must be mad or really in love.
Oh!
I suppose even a king must learn to forgive his enemies.
Richard's a great man known to everyone by his sacrifices.
You will never regret it, my dear.
I'm pleased to have such a lovely sister.
My brother. Oh, it's-
Ah! Now, not a word of this until after the Duke of York's wedding tomorrow.
Anne, now, be discreet. See no one.
I'm planning a surprise. Now, run along.
Bless you, my children.
[Laughing]
[Bells Tolling] I tell you, Edward and Richard are up to some mischief.
I can tell by their expressions.
Every time I look at them, they laugh at me.
You're getting morbid. Perhaps it's only Edward's jubilance...
over finally bringing the Norfolk tribe into the family.
Even if he has to marry his five-year-old son to another child?
Isobel, they couldn't have located Anne.
Oh, they couldn't have. I talked to her yesterday,
and she's safely lodged with some old servitors.
Clarence, we must hurry. You've had enough to drink.
## [Singing In Latin]
## [Continues]
No, thank you.
Where is Richard? I don't know.
Richard, will thou take Anne, here present, for thy lawful wife,
according to the right of our Holy Mother, the Church?
I will.
Anne, will thou take Richard, here present, for thy lawful husband,
according to the right of our Holy Mother, the Church?
"I will." I will.
[Latin]
[Priest Praying In Latin]
[Continues In Latin]
Amen.
I have called you here to solemnize a wedding, which has been done.
And now I wish to announce the betrothal of the Duke of Gloucester and Lady Anne Neville.
[Choir] ? Hallelujah?
- Anne! - ## [Choir Singing In Latin]
## [Continues]
Richard may well have my sister-in-law as a bride,
but he can expect no part of the Warwick estates.
I'm perfectly satisfied with Anne. I ask you for nothing.
Oh, enough of this bickering. You're both too selfish to think about what's due the girl.
As one of the daughters and heiresses of the late earl, she must have her just portion.
But I settled that long ago. By grabbing everything for yourself.
A dog in a manger. Warwick amassed enough to make a dozen men rich.
Too much wealth and power to be centered in the hands of one man.
It makes for a second king in the realm. And one I do not trust too well.
But I've always been your friend. I've never aspired-
Some friendship is closely akin to treachery.
The estate will be divided according to my wishes.
Anne shall have all the demesnes of Middleham and Barnard.
- But, Edward, the choicest estates- - As well as the castles themselves.
That isn't fair, Edward.
That isn't fair, and you know it!
You'll be sorry.
Well, you're master of Middleham, which you've coveted for so long.
Yes. As much as I appreciate the honors and wealth,
at the moment I'm thinking of Clarence.
Yes. Your plan's working.
He swallowed the bait.
Treason's fermenting in his unworthy soul.
After all, milords, it is well known that Edward is only my half brother.
Our mother's mistake makes his claim to the throne far weaker than my own.
And if my plan is successful,
you, milords, shall benefit thereby.
Well? The Duke of Clarence...
was conspiring against King Edward.
[Groans]
Come on.
Your support will bring you an earldom.
His Royal Highness, the Duke of Clarence, is under arrest by order of the king.
Why, you- By order of the king.
[Murmuring]
I have been working on Edward,
asking him to be lenient.
He's not inclined to bear a grudge. What's the matter with you?
I won't be gulled by a pack of lies.
You hate me, and I know it. Oh, come now.
Have I ever wronged you?
Did I demand Middleham and Barnard? No.
No, but I don't trust you. [Laughing]
I know you don't mean half you say.
It's Edward. He takes you literally.
You provoke him. Here.
Some of your favorite Malmsey.
Let's drink to a better understanding.
I know you, Richard.
Poison. You're trying to kill me.
Get out of here!
You fool.
You insulting beast!
I will kill you, but honestly and fairly.
I challenge you to combat with any weapon you choose.
No. Sword, dagger, mace, lance, stones,
a horse, a foot, standing on our heads!
Or your favorite joust- with wine.
And the prize to the winner- the whole of the Warwick estates!
All right, Richard.
I'll accept that last challenge,
if you'll take me to the cellars where I can pick a cask of my own choosing.
Rich, heady Malmsey.
You won't take unfair advantage? I'm unarmed.
On my honor as a knight, I swear,
Malmsey will be the only weapon used.
[Laughing] Oh, my brother, I shall win.
You haven't the liver or the stomach of a first-rate wine bibber.
Mord, unlock me. [Laughing Continues]
This one, Richard,
for Middleham and Barnard.
[Laughing]
[Laughing Fades]
The whole of the Warwick estates.
[Chuckling]
[Chuckling Continues]
Oh-ho-ho, Richard. [Chuckling]
[Chuckling Continues]
I have won! Little Crookback.
Ah, Crookback!
You've met your master.
I should have someone here to witness my triumph.
Hey, someone! Thomas!
[Laughing]
I've won.
Richard.
Richard, you promised.
You swine!
[Bubbling]
He asked for Malmsey.
[Bubbling Slows]
[Bubbling Stops]
Hmm?
Well, what is it, Beacon? With sorrow and regret, sire,
I have to report the death of His Highness, the Duke of Clarence.
What? Due to an overindulgence of Malmsey.
Where's Richard? He should know about this.
His Highness is too drunk, sire, to know anything about anything.
Richard, drunk?
[Clicking Tongue]
He should profit by Clarence's bad example.
What hour is it? Three of the clock, sir.
Well, don let the bell toll till 6:00.
[John] Henry? Oh, Henry Tudor?
This way, John.
I knew I'd find you hereabouts at this hour.
So few miles across to England,
yet so far away for us.
Bad news, John? Yes.
The king is seriously ill.
And Alice cannot leave the queen.
If the king dies, Richard will have more power.
Then anything might happen to the country.
Richard. Richard has kept us both in exile all these years,
but the time will come when we can fight him in the open.
Are you ready, Your Grace? Yes.
You go first, Edward. All right, Richard.
Madame, the king is worse. I think you'd better- Yes.
Come with me, Alice. We won't tell the children.
Do not mourn, dearest. You have the children.
Why are you crying, Alice? Not for me.
After all, I've brought you nothing but unhappiness.
Hastings, give Wyatt my pardon.
Bring him back from exile.
Let them marry.
- Where is Richard? - At York, sire.
Send for him. He must be appointed protector...
until my son is crowned.
Edward, I-
Richard is the wisest man in England.
Rely on his judgment.
He will take my place as father to our sons.
"The high and mighty Prince Edward is now,
"by the death of our late sovereign,
become our only lawful and rightful liege King Edward V."
The king is dead.
[Crowd] Long live the king!
## [Trumpets Continue] Behold your sovereign prince and lord.
[Crowd] Long live the king!
Long live King Edward!
Then it is agreed that the fishing rights of the Thames...
should be the property of the constable of the tower.
Shh.
[Quietly] The council meeting has proved wearisome to His Majesty,
but we can proceed without him.
My first suggestion is one which concerns His Majesty.
You see how heavily the weight of his duties press upon the poor child?
He is not happy here alone in the tower.
I suggest that his brother join him. Excellent.
I think he should be here.
The queen mother is in Westminster Abbey with her other children,
and I don't believe she will consent.
Here is a note from His Majesty asking that his brother join him.
The king's message puts a different complexion on the matter.
I refuse to let my son leave.
[Hastings] But the message from the king.
- I refuse. - The note is a command.
Milords, I am not suspicious of your motives,
but it must be apparent that the protector is planning...
to extend his power over both princes.
I have a mother's intuition, a foreboding of evil.
Foreboding of evil. Your Majesty is overwrought.
Overwrought? Oh, no, I'm not.
Once before I was forced to seek safety within the walls of the Church.
My eldest son, the king, was born in sanctuary in this very building.
You see, this is not my first experience.
But then you were avoiding Lancastrian enemies who are no longer to be feared.
I count the Duke of Gloucester an enemy.
Your Majesty! Unjustly, Your Majesty.
I have known the protector since childhood,
and I challenge you or anyone else to name one time...
when he has ever been anything but the most faithful subject.
You uphold the protector.
You either cannot or will not realize my position.
Isn't it enough for him to have my eldest son?
Must he take my other boy?
I appeal to you as a mother, not as a queen.
Oh, Your Majesty.
He needs his brother. He misses all of the family.
He cannot understand why you, his mother, have chosen to shut yourself off from him.
The council believes it would be a grave mistake...
to deny this first request of our new sovereign.
Every loyal subject must obey, even the mother of a king.
Send for the prince.
Your Majesty may rest assured that we will assist the protector in caring for your sons.
They will be safe. Quite safe.
Why, someday you may look back upon your present fears with amusement.
You're going to join your brother. And help him be king?
Good-bye, my son.
May heaven keep you.
Take my love to your brother. Yes, Mother.
Lord Hastings will take care of you.
Lord Hastings? Your Highness.
[People Cheering]
Is all this meant for me? It's customary to so greet...
the heir apparent to the throne, Your Highness.
I thought my brother had ordered it.
Where is he? We'll take you to him now.
[Swords Clacking]
[Man] Look out, Edward!
Same blade!
Look out, Uncle Richard. He'll hurt you.
Good, Edward!
Please, Uncle Richard, you have to teach me too.
Hello, Richard. Let me use your sword and dagger.
En garde! [Laughing]
All in good time. All in good time.
I tell you, the sentiment in the city is for a strong king.
Where do these rumors come from? There's some movement on foot...
that we don't know about.
There's a flag! There's a flag! Spread the word!
Richard! Richard for king!
[All] Richard for king! Richard for king! Richard for king!
[All Shouting]
Lift the portcullis.
[Shouting Continues]
Richard! We want Richard!
Richard! Richard!
Richard for king!
[Shouting Continues]
You must accept the Crown.
It is the will of the people.
[Men Muttering]
[Shouting Stops] I am deeply touched...
by this demonstration of faith and loyalty,
but I must have time-
time to consider the great responsibilities...
that you would thrust upon me.
I must do what is best for our country.
[Crowd Cheering]
[Speaks French]
John!
Alice, my darling!
Your Majesty. Oh, thank heaven you're here, John.
You're the only one who can help us.
I beg you and Alice to put aside your personal affairs until after this crisis has passed.
We are at your service.
Richard's plans must be blocked.
He's assumed power over both my sons, and with the exception of Lord Hastings,
he has the entire council in the palm of his hand.
Not only my personal welfare, but that of the whole nation is at stake.
Henry Tudor and I have laid all plans for raising an army,
but we can do nothing without money.
So far, Richard hasn't dared to appropriate the royal treasure.
But I dare.
John, you must steal the treasure from the tower.
In the hands of Henry Tudor, it will serve as a weapon strong enough to overcome even Richard.
Here.
Hurry! Hurry! Give me a sack.
Nobody left by the river.
Has anybody gone through the gate with a cart or a wagon?
Only Milord Wyatt and his men.
He had a pass to remove some of the queen's personal belongings.
The queen's belongings? It was the king's treasure!
[Richard] Be seated, milords.
Milords, the royal treasure has been stolen.
And why were we not informed of this? [All Chattering]
Silence, milords. Let the protector explain.
This is a shocking accusation, Your Highness.
Are you certain? You shall see.
Acting on the queen mother's orders, this man-
this man removed money, plate and jewels belonging to the Crown...
and refuses to disclose their whereabouts.
- Is this true? - [Richard] He very shrewdly employed...
a group of sailors who have since disappeared,
so that he alone knows the hiding place.
A refusal to answer is an admission of guilt!
Yes! Speak out! Yes!
The treasure will be returned. Take him away.
I am the only true Plantagenet left.
Edward married beneath him. His sons are not of royal blood.
The boy's a weakling, and we need a strong king.
The king would be strong if you gave him support instead of treachery.
- You speak boldly for a prisoner. - It's not very difficult to be bold...
when death at your hands is inevitable.
You misjudge me, Wyatt. Titles, honors, wealth...
and immediate marriage with the girl of your choice are yours for the asking if-
Alice is inured to waiting as I am to confinement in a prison.
She'd despise me if I betrayed my trust.
You've already betrayed one trust by seizing the royal treasure.
To save it for the king.
For which I thank you.
Wyatt, I've been more than generous with you.
Tell me! Where is the treasure?
You may be sure of one thing: It will never be of use to the queen.
Her sanctuary is a prison surrounded by my men!
Now are you willing to speak?
No.
You'll never lay your hands on that treasure, Your Highness.
Well, there's a way of tearing the truth from the depths of a man's soul.
[Whip Cracking]
Where is the treasure hidden?
Where is it?
Where is the treasure hidden? Think.
Where is it?
But you cannot even communicate with him, my dear.
He's guarded day and night, tortured, I've heard.
Oh, I can stay here no longer, waiting-waiting for nothing but evil tidings.
Oh, we must save him. If only I could get past Richard's guards.
You must take no unnecessary risk.
Gloucester would have no compunctions even about killing a woman.
Do you think anything would be an unnecessary risk to saveJohn?
Oh, Father, you must help me.
I will try to get you out of the abbey, my child. But after that-
You needn't worry. I know exactly what to do.
Oh, think what this means if I'm successful. Alice.
Please, Your Majesty, you must have faith in me.
He's unconscious. Take him back to his cell.
The iron'll bring him back. Take him back to his cell!
Well, if it ain't old Tom Clink come on the wrong day.
King's council's meeting. The tower's closed to all outsiders.
But not to me. My business won't wait.
Neither you nor your master, the devil, can stick his nose inside the tower this day.
Oh, all right. I'm off.
Soots and smut will fall on the lords and ladies.
Smoke will get in the king's eyes, and they won't be able to blame Tom Clink.
No, sir. They'll blame those stupid lunks that wouldn't let Tom Clink do his lawful duty,
which was ordered by the constable of this here bloomin' tower.
I did hear somebody complaining about clogged flues this morning.
Well, let him in. Oh, Dennis, raise the portcullis.
Come along with you, Clink. [Clink] Ah. Yeah.
[Chuckles]
Come on, come on. Come on. Get along with ya!
Keep your filthy hand off me helper!
Now, in ya go, missy.
And if ya does as I tells ya, you won't get stuck.
But if ya get stuck, don't get scared, 'cause I can get you out.
It's not so bad getting stuck as it is getting lost.
Now, if ya gets lost, ya might get caught, then I can't help ya.
Now, remember, two tugs of the rope, I let ya down.
One tug, I pulls you up.
Yes, Mr. Clink. Good luck.
Remember, two tugs, down.
One tug, up.
John! John! Oh, my darling. My darling.
It's Alice. Alice.
Alice.
Darling, how did you get here?
Tom Clink, the funny, old chimney sweep.
You must go. If they find you here, they'll kill you.
Listen to me carefully.
I've brought files for you to cut your way out.
There's a rope hanging in the chimney.
After dark, let yourself down into the moat.
Tom Clink will be waiting for you in a small boat just outside of the water gate.
I've arranged to have a boat take us to France.
We can't leave without the treasure.
It's buried under the big oak behind the queen's palace in London.
Tom Clink will help you get it aboard ship.
Take it to Henry Tudor, regardless of what happens to me.
[Clattering] Shh!
Go! Go! If you don't try to escape, I won't leave.
I'd rather stay here and die with you. [Sobbing]
Look what they've done to you.
Those beasts! Those beasts!
Darling, I'll get out somehow,
but you must play your part.
Now hurry! All right.
Here are the files. Now, remember, Tom Clink'll be waiting for you.
He'll be singing.
[Man] It's 10 of the clock, and all is well.
[Metal Clinking]
Oh, no, you don't! [Groans]
? Nor aught else that may him please if freedom fails?
Ahoy there!
Fishing ranks on the river below London Bridge belongs to the constable of the tower.
He'll cut off your ears if you don't watch out.
Just fishing for eels. Just one little eel.
You know, there's some that says that eels ain't fish anyway.
More like snakes, I call's 'em.
- Well, get outta here. - Yes. Yes, milord.
I'll get out.
# Freedom All solace to man gives?
# He lives at ease that freely lives?
# A noble heart may have no ease?
# Nor aught else that may him please?
# If freedom fails?
[Water Sloshing]
# Freedom All solace to man gives?
# He lives at ease that freely lives?
# A noble heart-##
Hang on, laddie. Hang on.
Here he comes.
[Man Shouting Orders]
What news of Wyatt? He sailed on the French ship.
The one that dropped down the river last night.
I should've killed him on the rack!
The queen and Tudor have been hand in glove with Wyatt as go-between.
That woman has stopped me at every turn! She is in sanctuary where I can't touch her!
But I can crush her spirit for all time.
Take the young princes to the bloody tower.
[Chirping]
It's very queer.
One day, everyone is so pleasant,
and then the next, they tell me I'm no longer king.
And they put us here. It has something to do with our mother.
But Uncle Richard says not to worry.
He will take care of it.
They told me that.
But Uncle Clarence was imprisoned in the room below... before he died.
Come to bed, Richard.
I'll be there as soon as I finish this hood.
[Chirping]
Go to sleep, Charlemagne.
Dear Lord, I pray you protect my mother...
and my sisters,
and grant His Majesty, King Edward, my brother,
a long reign.
And I'd like Uncle Richard to-
I would like Uncle Richard to-
Come on.
Wake, Edward! Wake up! They have come to kill you!
[Footsteps]
Kill me! Kill me, and let Edward live!
Go!
[Boys Screaming]
Here is the means to raise an invading force which will be joined by all of England when it lands.
We beg you to hasten. My plans are laid.
The only thing I lacked was money, and that you've brought me.
If we are successful, this means an earldom for you.
Henry Tudor by himself means nothing,
but the combination ofTudor and royal treasure means war.
A battle? Yes.
You'll let me fight with you this time, against many men?
I may need every friend I have.
Your Majesty! Your Majesty! [Queen] Father.
Henry Tudor has landed. Richard is marching to meet him,
but his soldiers are deserting him right and left to join your friends.
So, you see, Your Majesty, your prayers have been answered.
Gloucester thought to exterminate our line,
but I've saved my daughters,
and I know that I shall again see a child of mine on the throne of England.
But my poor, innocent boys.
[Hoofbeats]
Yonder is Tudor! Forward!
[Men Shouting]
[Man] Forward! March!
You say Richard will be easy to find? He'll be at the head of his troops.
[Shouting Continues] Forward! March!
[Shouting Continues]
[Groaning]
[Whinnying]
[Man] Watch out!
[Yells]
Henry Tudor!
[Cries Out]
[Screams]
[Men] Long live the king! [Man] Take that body away!
Long live the king! Long live the king!
[Men Shouting] Baby killer!
[Spits]
Baby killer!
[Spits] [Shouting Continues]
[Men] King! Long live the king!
[Choir] # Hallelujah?
## [Singing In Latin]
## [Ends]