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- I WILL SET DOWN A TALE AS IT WAS TOLD TO ME,
A TALE HANDED DOWN FROM FATHER TO SON
SINCE THE 16TH CENTURY IN ANCIENT LONDON.
IT MAY BE HISTORY.
IT MAY BE ONLY A LEGEND, A TRADITION.
IT MAY HAVE HAPPENED. IT MAY NOT HAVE HAPPENED.
BUT IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED.
THE STORY BEGINS WITH A HAPPY EVENT
WHICH BROUGHT JOY AND CELEBRATION
THROUGHOUT LONDON.
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A SON HAD BEEN BORN TO HENRY VIII.
HE WAS NAMED EDWARD TUDOR,
AND BY ROYAL DECREE DESIGNATED AS PRINCE OF WALES,
DUKE OF CORNWALL.
[cheering]
THE JOY OF THE PEOPLE
WAS SURPASSED ONLY BY THE JUBILATION OF THEIR KING.
THE SUCCESSION OF THE TUDORS HAD BEEN ASSURED.
THOUGH FEW TOOK NOTE OF IT,
ANOTHER BABY WAS BORN
AT THE SAME HOUR OF THE SAME DAY
TO A PAUPER FAMILY IN OFFAL COURT
OUT OF PUDDING LANE.
AND BY SOME MYSTERIOUS HAPPENSTANCE,
THE BABIES WERE BORN IDENTICAL.
AMID THE HUSTLE AND BUSTLE OF HUMANITY
STOOD HISTORIC LONDON BRIDGE.
HERE THE PAUPER CHILD, TOM CANTY, GREW TO BOYHOOD.
EACH DAY HIS FATHER INSISTED THAT HE HOBBLE FORTH TO BEG
EVEN THOUGH UNDER THE KING'S LAW
BEGGING WAS A CRIME.
AND EVEN MINOR CRIMES WERE THEN PUNISHABLE BY DEATH.
- A FARTHING, KIND SIR?
A FARTHING, GOOD MISTRESS?
HAVE PITY ON A POOR STARVING RID CRIPPLE FROM BIRTH.
ONLY A FARTHING?
HAVE MERCY, GOOD SIR.
- TOM HAD LEARNED ONE MEANS OF ESCAPE
FROM HIS SORDID SURROUNDINGS.
HE LET HIS IMAGINATION FASHION DREAMS OF A BETTER LIFE.
- HAVE YOU NO HOME OR FAMILY, LAD?
- PARDON?
- I SAID, HAVE YOU NO HOME, NO FAMILY?
- OH, ONLY A POOR SICK FATHER, KIND SIR,
TOO FRAIL TO WORK.
- [chuckles]
- TO YOUNG TOM CANTY, THIS WAS A WINDFALL.
THREE WHOLE HALFPENNIES.
ONE FOR HIS DRUNKEN SOD OF A FATHER,
ONE TO BE SLIPPED SECRETLY TO HIS POOR MOTHER,
AND ONE FOR HIS FRIEND AND BENEFACTOR, FATHER ANDREW.
EVEN AS HE WATCHED OTHER BOYS AT PLAY,
BOYS WHO DIDN'T HAVE TO BEG,
TOM WASN'T REALLY ENVIOUS.
FOR THE DREAMS HE FASHIONED WERE MORE GLORIOUS
THAN THE GAMES THEY PLAYED.
HE COULD SEE HIMSELF PAMPERED AMIDST LUXURY,
SURROUNDED BY SERVANTS.
BOWED TO. CATERED TO.
AND SURELY, NOTHING COULD BE MORE WONDERFUL THAN THIS.
WHILE AT THE GREAT PALACE AT WESTMINSTER
A GOOD TWO LEAGUES DISTANT SAT THE PRINCE OF WALES
FASHIONING STRANGELY DIFFERENT DREAMS.
WOULDN'T IT BE WONDERFUL TO COME AND GO AS HE PLEASED,
TO PLAY WITH BOYS HIS OWN AGE?
TO BE JUST AN ORDINARY HUMAN BEING?
- YOUR HIGHNESS.
YOUR HIGHNESS, IF YOU PLEASE.
[knocking at door]
- HIS LORDSHIP, THE EARL OF HERTFORD.
- YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS.
IF IT PLEASE YOUR HIGHNESS,
AFTER PRAYERS AT NINE OF THE CLOCK,
THERE WILL FOLLOW THE STUDY OF GREEK VERSE FOR ONE HOUR.
FOLLOWED BY LATIN TRANSLATION FOR A FURTHER HOUR.
AND THEN THE REST OF THE FORENOON,
IF IT PLEASE YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS,
WILL BE DEVOTED TO FRENCH IDIOM.
AND THEN AFTER DINNER AT NOON,
IF IT PLEASE YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS,
WILL FOLLOW INSTRUCTION IN SIMPLE ARITHMETIC,
THE SCRIPTURES, JURISPRUDENCE,
AND ANCIENT HISTORY.
- [knocking at door]
- WHO IS IT?
- IT'S ME, FATHER ANDREW.
- OH, COME IN.
HELLO, TOM. - HELLO, FATHER ANDREW.
THIS ONE'S FOR YOU, FATHER ANDREW.
- OH, HOW GENEROUS.
UH, NO, YOU MUST GIVE IT TO YOUR MOTHER.
- I HAVE ONE FOR HER.
- WELL, MINE IS FOR HER TOO, WITH GOD'S BLESSING.
NO, NO, NO, TOM.
SHE... SHE NEEDS IT MORE THAN I DO.
YOU'RE VERY LATE TODAY.
WHAT MISCHIEF HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO?
- I WAS WATCHING SOME BOYS AT PLAY.
- WHAT WERE THEY PLAYING AT?
- I DON'T KNOW.
BUT I PRETENDED I WAS PLAYING WITH THEM,
AND I WAS THE PRINCE.
- PRINCE.
- I HELD A COUNSEL OF WAR.
AND I SET MY ARMIES ON A NEW CRUSADE.
YOU KNOW WHAT I DONE THEN?
- WHAT I DONE THEN?
YOUR HIGHNESS HAS HAD A VERY FULL AND TIRING DAY.
NO DOUBT YOU'VE MADE HISTORY.
BUT MY BOY, YOU'VE NOT ONLY MISSED YOUR LATIN LESSON,
YOU'VE FORGOTTEN YOUR ENGLISH.
OH, "WHAT I DONE THEN."
- I'M SORRY, FATHER ANDREW. WHAT I DID THEN.
WELL, IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER.
IT'S ONLY MAKE-BELIEVE.
I'M SORRY ABOUT THE LESSON,
BUT IT'S JUST THAT THE TIME FLEW BY...
AND SUDDENLY IT WAS DARK.
- YES, I UNDERSTAND.
A DAY, A LIFETIME, IT'S ALL THE SAME.
TIME FLIES BY, AND SUDDENLY IT'S DARK.
THEN A NEW DAY, A NEW LIFE.
GO TO SLEEP, TOM.
- FATHER ANDREW? - YES.
- WHAT'S THE REAL PRINCE LIKE?
- OH, JUST ANOTHER BOY LIKE YOURSELF
AND EXACTLY THE SAME AGE TO A DAY.
- IS HE? - MM-HMM.
- THAT MEANS WE'VE GOT THE SAME BIRTHDAY.
IF ONLY ONE DAY I COULD CATCH A GLIMPSE OF HIM.
BUT HE'S A REAL PRINCE.
NOBLY BORN.
- OH, NOT ONLY BIRTH THAT ENNOBLES A MAN, TOM.
YOU COULD BE NOBLE TOO SOMEDAY.
- HOW?
- BY STUDY AND LEARNING. - COULD I?
- YES, IF YOU DON'T NEGLECT YOUR LESSONS.
- I WON'T, FATHER. I PROMISE.
- I'M ALWAYS HERE.
NOW, TOM, GOOD NIGHT.
- GOOD NIGHT, FATHER.
- GOD WATCH OVER YOU.
[dog barking]
- WHERE IS THAT IDLE, GOOD FOR NOTHING SON OF YOURS?
- I DON'T KNOW.
WELL, PERHAPS HE'S WITH FATHER ANDREW.
- BAH, FATHER ANDREW.
PRIESTS, LEARNING, STUDY,
THE RUINATION OF THE BOY!
- I DON'T KNOW.
- AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT
FOR PUTTING THESE LA-DI-DA IDEAS INTO HIS HEAD.
OH. SO YOU'VE COME SNEAKING HOME AT LAST, HAVE YOU?
AND PENNILESS NO DOUBT.
AFRAID OF THE BEATING YOU'LL GET
FOR IDLING AWAY YOUR TIME, AYE?
THREE HALFPENNIES.
SO YOU CAN WORK IF YOU WANT TO?
WELL, FROM NOW ON
IT WILL BE THREE HALFPENNIES A DAY AT LEAST
OR YOU'LL SMART FOR THE CHANGE.
- AH, LEAVE THE BOY ALONE.
- TRY STEALING FROM YOUR FATHER, WOULD YOU?
IS THAT WHAT THE PRIEST LEARNS HIM?
YOU WAIT TILL I GET BACK,
I'LL TEACH YOU SOMETHING DIFFERENT, MY BOY.
- TOM, COME ON. WAKE UP.
EAT YOUR SOUP. MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER.
BACK TO SLEEP. AND YOUR DREAMS.
HUH! WISH I COULD DREAM LIKE YOU.
- MA? - YEAH?
- WHERE DOES THE PRINCE LIVE? - HUH?
OH, HE, UH, HE LIVES AT WESTMINSTER PALACE
IN WHITEHALL.
I MEAN, THAT'S WHEN HE'S NOT ATTENDING COURT, OF COURSE.
- ARE PEOPLE LIKE US ALLOWED TO LOOK AT HIM?
- YES, YOU'RE ALLOWED TO LOOK AT HIM...
FROM A LONG WAY OFF.
I MEAN, OUTSIDE THE PALACE GATES, PERHAPS.
GO ON, GO TO SLEEP.
[clacking]
- HUP HUP HUP HUP HUP.
- HUP HUP. ONCE MORE.
- IT IS NOW TIME FOR YOUR REST, YOUR HIGHNESS.
- BUT I WAS JUST STARTING... - HIS MAJESTY'S ORDERS, SIRE.
- WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS, YOU YOUNG BEGGAR?
BE OFF WITH YA.
- HOW DARE YOU TREAT A BOY LIKE THAT.
HE WAS DOING NO HARM.
- IF IT PLEASE YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS,
ONLY MY ORDERS, YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS.
- WELL, THESE ARE YOUR ORDERS...
OPEN UP THE GATES AND LET THE BOY IN.
DON'T BE FRIGHTENED. COME IN.
WHAT'S YOUR NAME, LAD?
- TOM CANTY, IF IT PLEASE YOU, SIR.
- HMM, THAT'S A GOOD SAXON NAME.
AND WHERE DO YOU LIVE?
- IN THE CITY, SIR.
IN OFFAL COURT OUT OF PUDDING LANE.
- HMM, THAT'S AN ODD PLACE.
AND ONE, BY THE SOUND OF IT,
WHERE YOU SHOULD BE WELL FED.
YOU LOOK HALF-STARVED.
- MAY IT PLEASE, YOUR HIGHNESS.
I'LL TAKE THE BOY TO THE KITCHENS
AND FIND SOME SCRAPS FOR HIM.
- THAT PLEASES ME NOT, SIR GEORGE.
HE SHALL COME TO MY APARTMENT WHILE I REST
AND BE FED THE FINEST FEAST THE KITCHEN CAN PROVIDE.
FOLLOW ME, TOM.
FEELING BETTER, NOW?
- OH, TWICE THE MAN, SIR.
- IT'S LUCKY FOR US IT'S A SAINT'S DAY.
NO LESSONS FOR ONCE.
TELL ME, TOM,
HAVE YOU BROTHERS AND SISTERS TO PLAY WITH?
- NO, SIR. - I HAVE TWO.
WELL, HALF-SISTERS, BUT TOO OLD TO PLAY WITH.
ELIZABETH AND MARY WITH HER GLOOMY LOOKS.
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?
SHE FORBIDS HER SERVANTS TO SMILE
FOR FEAR THAT THE SIN OF IT WILL DESTROY THEIR SOULS.
- NO!
- BUT MY COUSIN, LADY JANE GREY, IS MY AGE,
VERY PRETTY, AND LOTS OF FUN.
TELL ME MORE ABOUT OFFAL COURT.
DO YOU HAVE A GOOD LIFE THERE?
- NOT IN OFFAL COURT, SIR.
BUT THERE ARE PUPPET SHOWS NOT FAR AWAY
AND PERFORMING MONKEYS SO FINELY DRESSED.
AND PLAYS, WONDERFUL PLAYS, SIR, WITH THE ACTORS SHOUTING
AND FIGHTING TILL EVERYONE'S DEAD.
- MARVELOUS.
- YES, MARVELOUS, AND ONLY A FARTHING TO WATCH.
- GO ON, TELL ME MORE.
- WELL, SOMETIMES THE LAIRDS HAVE FIGHTS WITH CUDGELS.
THEY HAVE RACES TOO.
AND IN SUMMER, SIR, THEY GO SWIMMING IN THE RIVER
AND DUCK EACH OTHER, AND SPLASH, AND DIVE.
- IT WOULD BE WORTH A KING'S RANSOM
JUST TO BE ABLE TO BE FREE AND ENJOY IT ALL ONCE.
WHAT ELSE?
- WELL, THEY PLAY IN THE SAND.
AND SOMETIMES THEY MAKE MUD PASTRY.
OH, THE LOVELY, LOVELY MUD.
THEY FAIRLY WALLOW IN THE MUD, SIR.
- SAY NO MORE! IT'S A GLORIOUS LIFE.
TO BE FREE.
OH, IF ONLY I COULD DRESS MYSELF IN RAGS LIKE YOURS
AND TAKE MY SHOES OFF, AND PLAY IN THE MUD...
JUST ONCE...
WITH NO ONE TO FORBID ME AND REBUKE ME FOR IT.
IT'S QUITE EXTRAORDINARY.
BUT YOU HAVE THE SAME COLORED HAIR AS ME.
- AND THE SAME EYES, HEIGHT, AND FIGURE.
- THIS IS HEAVEN-SENT.
I HAVE AN IDEA.
WE COULD EXCHANGE CLOTHES, JUST FOR A FEW HOURS.
- YOUR HIGHNESS.
- YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU?
AND THEN WE COULD CHANGE BACK BEFORE ANYONE FINDS OUT.
THINK WHAT FUN IT WOULD BE.
- NO, YOUR HIGHNESS, I DAREN'T.
- I COMMAND YOU.
COME ON INTO MY BEDROOM.
WHO WOULD BELIEVE IT?
COME OVER HERE.
I SWEAR TO YOU, NO ONE WILL KNOW THE DIFFERENCE.
- OH, MY LORD, FORGIVE ME.
- NO, IT'S WONDERFUL!
NOW, IN YOUR RAGS,
I CAN GET AWAY FROM THE PALACE AND SEE THE REAL WORLD.
BE FREE FOR ONCE
AND DO JUST WHAT I LIKE.
OH, I MUSTN'T LEAVE THIS ABOUT.
- MY LORD,
YOU MAY GET OUT, BUT HOW WILL YOU GET BACK?
- GET BACK?
WHO COULD FAIL TO RECOGNIZE THE PRINCE OF WALES?
EVEN IN RAGS.
- BUT YOU SAID YOURSELF, MY LORD,
YOU LOOK JUST LIKE ME.
AND THAT SENTRY AT THE GATE...
- IT'S TRUE.
THAT BRUTE OF A SENTRY.
THEN I WON'T GO THROUGH THE GATE.
I KNOW ANOTHER WAY OUT, AND I'LL COME BACK THE SAME WAY.
- ARE YOU SURE, MY LORD?
- SO LONG AS MY UNCLE AND MY SISTERS DON'T SEE ME.
THERE'S NO ONE ABOUT.
NOW, DON'T MOVE A STEP FROM HERE TILL I COME BACK.
THAT'S A COMMAND.
JUST PRETEND YOU'RE ME.
I'M ON MY WAY TO LONDON. COULD YOU TELL ME THE WAY?
- IT'S A BIG CITY. WHAT PART OF LONDON?
- OH, ANYWHERE NEAR OFFAL COURT WOULD DO.
HAVE YOU NEVER HEARD OF OFFAL COURT OUT OF PUDDING LANE?
WITH THE PERFORMING MONKEYS AND THE ACTORS
AND WHERE THE BOYS PLAY IN THE RIVER?
WELL, YOU MUST HAVE HEARD OF IT.
- I THINK I KNOW WHERE YOU MEAN.
WE'LL COME WITH YOU.
- THANK YOU.
AND WHAT'S YOUR NAME, LAD?
- HERALD WEAVER.
- YOU WILL BE WELL REWARDED, HERALD WEAVER.
[boys chuckle]
- HEY, TOM! All: HEY, TOM!
- THE RIVER.
THE MUD!
THE GLORIOUS MUD!
[boys shouting]
- LADY JANE GREY, YOUR HIGHNESS.
- EDWARD, MY LORD, WHAT IS THE MATTER?
ARE YOU NOT WELL?
YOU NEVER LOOKED AT ME LIKE THIS.
AS IF I WERE A GHOST.
WHAT IS TROUBLING YOU, MY LORD?
- HAVE MERCY, I'M NO LORD, JUST A PAUPER.
- WHAT WORDS ARE THESE?
- I BEG YOU, LET ME SEE THE PRINCE.
- THE PRINCE?
- HE'LL GIVE ME BACK MY RAGS AND LET ME GO.
PLEASE. PLEASE?
- NO, MY LORD, NOT ON YOUR KNEES, NOT TO ME.
IF YOUR FATHER SHOULD SEE THIS...
- BELIEVE ME, I AM NOT YOUR COUSIN THE PRINCE.
- EDWARD, MY DEAR, DEAR COUSIN,
YOU ARE NOT WELL.
A SUDDEN SICKNESS HAS DERANGED YOUR MIND.
LET ME GO AND FIND A DOCTOR.
ON NO ACCOUNT MUST HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS
LEAVE HIS APARTMENT UNTIL I HAVE BROUGHT PHYSICIANS.
HE HAS A SICKNESS OF THE MIND
AND DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HIMSELF.
- [knocks at door] - ENTER.
NOW, MY BOY, MY EDWARD, MY PRINCE,
WHAT'S ALL THIS I HEAR, AYE?
YOU WOULDN'T PLAY A SILLY TRICK LIKE THIS
ON YOUR OLD FATHER, THE KING, WOULD YOU?
- THE KING?
GOD HAVE MERCY ON ME.
- WHEN THEY TOLD ME, I WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT.
I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A PIECE OF FALSE, MALICIOUS GOSSIP.
COME TO YOUR FATHER, CHILD.
YOU'RE NOT WELL.
DON'T BREAK YOUR OLD FATHER'S HEART, CHILD.
SAY YOU KNOW ME.
- YES, I KNOW YOU, SIRE.
YOU ARE THE DREAD LORD,
THE KING WHOM GOD PRESERVE.
- GOOD, GOOD, YOU KNOW ME.
THAT'S MUCH BETTER.
NOW BE AT EASE AND DON'T TREMBLE.
NO ONE'S GOING TO HURT YOU.
MUCH BETTER NOW, AREN'T YOU?
YOUR MEMORY'S COMING BACK, ISN'T IT?
AND YOU KNOW YOURSELF NOW, DON'T YOU?
AND YOU WON'T SAY ANY MORE SILLY THINGS, WILL YOU?
- I BEG YOU TO BELIEVE ME, MY LORD.
I ONLY SPOKE THE TRUTH.
I'M THE MEANEST OF ALL YOUR SUBJECTS,
BORN A PAUPER FIT ONLY TO BEG.
IT'S ONLY BY A STRANGE CHANCE AND ACCIDENT THAT I AM HERE.
BUT I AM YOUNG TO DIE.
- DIE, WHAT TALK IS THIS?
WHO'S GOING TO DIE... LAST OF ALL YOU?
- GOD REWARD YOUR INFINITE MERCY, YOUR MAJESTY.
MAY I GO NOW?
- GO? WHERE TO?
- HOME, TO WHERE I WAS BORN,
TO MY MOTHER.
- YOUR MOTHER?
SHE DIED WHEN YOU WERE BORN.
- OH, PLEASE SIR, PLEASE LET ME GO NOW.
- PERHAPS HE'S ONLY MAD IN THIS WAY.
LACK OF SELF-IDENTIFICATION.
- SOME SORT OF OBSESSION, YOUR MAJESTY.
- WE SHALL PUT IT TO THE TEST.
NOW, EDWARD, MY PRINCE,
I WILL SPEAK TO YOU IN LATIN.
AND YOU SHALL TRANSLATE WHAT I SAY.
[speaking Latin]
- "A GOOD MIND POSSESSES THE KINGDOM."
- WELL DONE.
BORN AND BRED IN A KENNEL, INDEED.
NOW WE'LL TRY FRENCH.
[speaking French]
- I CAN'T SPEAK FRENCH, YOUR MAJESTY.
I WAS NEVER TAUGHT IT.
- CAN'T SPEAK FRENCH?
NEVER TAUGHT IT?
- YOUR MAJESTY.
- COME HERE, CHILD.
REST YOUR TROUBLED HEAD, MY SON,
AND BE AT PEACE.
YOU WILL SOON BE WELL.
IT'S ONLY A PASSING SICKNESS.
LISTEN, YOU MERCHANTS OF GLOOM AND DESPONDENCY.
SO MY SON IS MAD.
BUT IT WILL NOT LAST, YOU HEAR?
IT WILL NOT LAST!
HE'S BEEN STUDYING TOO HARD, THAT'S ALL IT IS.
AWAY WITH HIS BOOKS AND TEACHERS.
MORE PLAYTIME AND SPORT,
AS OFTEN AND AS LONG AS HE WISHES.
THAT'S THE WAY TO MAKE HIM WELL AGAIN.
HE'S MY SON
AND ENGLAND'S HEIR.
MAD, IS HE?
WHAT DO YOUR THUMBS AND TIMES MATTER?
HE'S STILL PRINCE OF WALES.
AND TOMORROW HE SHALL BE OFFICIALLY INSTALLED.
MAKE IMMEDIATE PREPARATION, MY LORD HERTFORD.
- BUT YOUR MAJESTY,
ONLY HIS GRACE, THE DUKE OF NORFOLK,
HEREDITARY EARL MARSHAL OF ENGLAND,
CAN INVEST YOUR SON IN THIS HIGH OFFICE.
AND THE DUKE LIES IMPRISONED IN THE TOWER
ACCUSED OF TREASON.
- INSULT NOT MY EARS WITH THAT HATED NAME.
AM I TO BE DEFIED?
IS THE PRINCE TO BE KEPT WAITING
BECAUSE MY KINGDOM LACKS AN EARL MARSHAL
FREE OF GUILT AND TREACHERY?
NO, BY GOD!
COMMAND PARLIAMENT
TO SEND ME NORFOLK'S DEATH SENTENCE
BEFORE SUNRISE TOMORROW, OR THEY SHALL ANSWER FOR IT!
- AS YOUR MAJESTY COMMANDS.
- KISS ME, MY SON,
THEN GO OFF AND PLAY,
FOR MY ILLNESS IS TROUBLING ME NOW.
COME BACK WHEN I AM FEELING RESTED.
- AND, WELL, YOU WISH TO CROSS,
THEN CROSSED YOU'LL BE.
GOOD LANDING.
COAL, MISERABLE COAL.
I'LL PAY YOU FOR YOUR BLACK MANNERS.
- NO, NO, NO. - THERE.
[children laughing]
- A HALFPENNY TO WATCH, OR BE OFF WITH YOU.
- COME ON, BOYS, FOLLOW ME.
[boys cheering]
- DON'T HIDE IT FROM ME.
I KNOW IT. [panting]
MY END IS NEAR.
BUT I'M NOT GOING TO DIE
BEFORE THAT CURSED TRAITOR, NORFOLK.
WHAT IS PARLIAMENT DOING ABOUT IT?
HAVE YOU GIVEN THE ORDER?
- YES, YOUR MAJESTY, I HAVE GIVEN THE ORDER.
THE PEERS OF THE REALM
ARE NOW STANDING AT THE BAR OF THE HOUSE,
WHERE HAVING CONFIRMED THE DUKE'S DEATH SENTENCE,
THEY HUMBLY AWAIT YOUR MAJESTY'S
FURTHER PLEASURE IN THE MATTER.
- HELP ME RISE.
IN MY OWN PERSON,
I WILL STAND BEFORE PARLIAMENT,
AND WITH MY OWN HAND I WILL SEAL THE WARRANT
THAT RIDS ME OF THIS...
HOW I'VE LONGED FOR THIS SWEET HOUR OF REVENGE,
AND NOW IT HAS COME TOO LATE
AND I AM CHEATED OUT OF MY PLEASURE.
BUT SPEED YOU.
SPEED YOU, LET OTHERS PERFORM THIS OFFICE.
I'LL PUT THE GREAT SEAL TO USE.
BEFORE THE SUN SETS AGAIN TOMORROW,
BRING ME NORFOLK'S HEAD THAT I MAY SEE IT.
- AS YOUR MAJESTY COMMANDS, SIR.
WILL IT PLEASE YOUR MAJESTY TO ORDER
THAT THE GREAT SEAL BE RESTORED TO ME,
SO THAT I MAY CARRY OUT YOUR WISHES?
- BUT YOU HAVE THE SEAL.
WHO ELSE GUARDS IT BUT YOU?
- FORGIVE ME, SIRE,
BUT YOU TOOK IT FROM ME TWO DAYS AGO.
- SO I DID.
WHAT ON EARTH DID I DO WITH IT?
- MAY I VENTURE TO SUGGEST, SIRE,
THAT YOU GAVE IT INTO THE CUSTODY
OF HIS HIGHNESS, THE PRINCE?
- YES, THAT'S QUITE TRUE.
I REMEMBER NOW.
WELL, GO AND FETCH IT, IMMEDIATELY.
TIME IS FLYING. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
HURRY!
- MAKE WAY FOR THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLOR.
- I COME FROM YOUR FATHER, THE KING,
ON A MATTER OF THE UTMOST URGENCY,
ON A MATTER OF LIFE OR DEATH.
HIS MAJESTY REQUIRES THE RETURN OF THE GREAT SEAL IMMEDIATELY.
WHERE DID YOU PUT IT?
- THE GREAT SEAL, MY LORD?
WHAT IS THE GREAT SEAL,
IF NOT SOME KIND OF FISH OR ANIMAL?
- THIS IS NO TIME FOR JESTING.
WHERE DID YOU PUT IT?
- I DIDN'T PUT IT ANYWHERE, MY LORD.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.
- YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE?
YOU CAN'T BE THAT MAD.
- WHAT'S IT FOR, MY LORD?
- WHAT IS IT FOR?
WHAT IS IT FOR?
YOU'VE BEEN SCHOOLED IN ITS USE A HUNDRED TIMES.
BY LAW OF THE LAND, THE KING DOES NOT RULE BY WORD,
BUT BY RECORD.
NO ROYAL COMMAND IS VALID UNLESS ENDORSED BY THE SEAL.
AND UNLESS IT IS FOUND AND FOUND QUICKLY,
THE DUKE OF NORFOLK CANNOT BE PARTED FROM HIS HEAD,
NOR CAN YOU BE INVESTED AS PRINCE OF WALES.
- PLEASE, MY LORD, I DON'T WANT TO BE INVESTED
AS THE PRINCE OF WALES.
BUT WHY SHOULD THE POOR DUKE OF NORFOLK
BE PARTED FROM HIS HEAD?
- YOUR SENSES HAVE MOST CERTAINLY
TAKEN LEAVE OF YOU, NEPHEW.
HAVE I TO REMIND YOU THAT THE DUKE OF NORFOLK AND HIS SON
PLOTTED TO USURP THE THRONE ON THE DEATH OF YOUR FATHER?
- HE IS WELCOME TO IT.
- THIS TOO IS TREASON, NEPHEW.
- BUT FATHER ANDREW, WHO LODGES IN THE SAME HOUSE
AS ME AND MY FAMILY...
- DIDN'T I TELL YOU NEVER TO MENTION...
- MY GOOD LORD, I WAS ONLY GOING TO SAY
THAT FATHER ANDREW SAID THAT THE DUKE OF NORFOLK
WAS THE VICTOR OF FLOOD AND FIELD
AND THE NOBLEST LORD IN THE LAND.
- IF YOUR FATHER, THE KING,
SHOULD HAVE HEARD THOSE WORDS, NEPHEW,
EVEN YOUR OWN PRINCELY NECK WOULD BE IN DIRE DANGER.
- A MOMENT, SIR.
I'M A STRANGER IN THIS MAZE OF SQUALID STREETS.
IF THIS IS PUDDING LANE, WHERE LIES OFFAL COURT?
- OUT AT THIS HOUR AGAIN, AYE?
GET!
HOW MUCH YOU GOT?
HAND IT OVER.
- TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME. I HAVE NO MONEY.
- IF THAT'S TRUE AND I DON'T BREAK EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY,
THEN MY NAME IS NOT JOHN CANTY.
- CANTY?
SO YOU'RE HIS FATHER.
I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU.
FATHER?
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I'M YOU FATHER,
AS YOU'LL VERY SOON DISCOVER, MY LAD.
- PLEASE, I AM WEARY AND LOST
AND THE JOKE HAS NOW GONE TOO FAR.
CONDUCT ME TO MY FATHER, THE KING,
AND HE'LL MAKE YOU RICH BEYOND YOUR WILDEST DREAMS.
AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU CAN BRING YOUR OWN SON HOME.
BELIEVE ME, MAN, I AM NOT LYING TO YOU.
I REALLY AM THE PRINCE OF WALES.
- HE'S GONE STARK, STARING MAD.
BUT MAD OR NOT,
I'LL SOON FIND A SOFT SPOT ON YOUR BONES, MY BOY.
GET ON.
[cat screeching]
AHH!
- TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM.
- STAY OUT OF IT!
- PLEASE DON'T STRIKE THE BOY.
- YOU STAY OUT OF THIS, YOU MEDDLESOME OLD FOOL.
- TOM, GO HOME WITH YOUR FATHER.
- HE IS NOT MY FATHER.
I AM EDWARD TUDOR, SON OF HENRY VIII.
- AH, YOU SEE, HE'S GONE MAD.
AND ALL BECAUSE OF THE IDEAS
YOU'VE BEEN PUTTING INTO HIS HEAD.
- SHAME ON YOU, CANTY.
WHAT HAVE YOU EVER TAUGHT YOUR SON EXCEPT TO BEG?
- AND WHAT HAVE YOU EVER TAUGHT HIM?
EXCEPT TO LIE TO ME, AND TO STEAL FROM ME,
AND TO IDLE HIS TIME AWAY,
AND THE DEVIL KNOWS WHAT ELSE,
YOU BLACK-LIMBED SON OF SATAN.
- STOP IT, CANTY!
- I'LL TEACH YOU. GET ON!
- FATHER ANDREW, IT'S ME, WILL.
- OH.
- HERE.
LET ME HELP YOU.
- AYE, HE'S GONE BALMY.
HE'S GONE RIGHT OFF HIS HEAD.
TELL YOUR MOTHER.
TELL HER WHO YOU ARE.
- I TELL YOU AGAIN, I AM EDWARD, PRINCE OF WALES.
- [laughs uproariously]
- OH, TOM, NOT NOW.
- TOM IS WELL AND HE HAS NOT LOST HIS REASON, GOOD WOMAN.
LEAD ME BACK TO THE PALACE
WHERE HE IS STILL WAITING FOR ME.
AND MY FATHER, THE KING,
WILL AT ONCE RESTORE HIM TO YOU.
- SEE, WHAT DID I TELL YA?
- YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN, DON'T YA?
NOW DO AS YOUR MOTHER TELLS YOU AND STOP IT.
- GOD KNOWS I HATE TO HURT YOUR FEELINGS, GOOD WOMAN,
BUT THE FACT IS, I HAVE NEVER
SET EYES ON YOU BEFORE IN MY LIFE.
- TOM, I SAID STOP IT.
THAT'S NOT TOM.
HE'S DIFFERENT.
I DON'T KNOW HOW, HE'S JUST DIFFERENT.
- OH, OH, HE'S DIFFERENT, IS HE?
WELL, HE'S NOT SO DIFFERENT
AS HE WON'T GO A-BEGGING TOMORROW.
DO YOU HEAR ME?
YOU'LL COME BACK HERE WITH FOURPENCE
FOR THE RENT OF THIS HOLE
OR WE'LL ALL BE THROWN OUT.
- I DO NOT WISH TO HEAR ABOUT SUCH SORDID MATTERS.
YOU SHALL NOT SUFFER ON MY ACCOUNT, MADAM.
LET THIS DRUNKEN BRUTE TACKLE ME ALONE.
YOU DRUNKEN BRUTE!
- GET OUT OF HERE.
- YOU BIGOTED OLD MAN!
- CANTY.
- WHAT THE DEVIL DO YOU WANT?
- YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE? - NOR DO I CARE.
NOW, LEAVE ME IN PEACE.
- YOU HIT THE PRIEST, FATHER ANDREW.
- AND WHAT IF I DID?
- HE'S DEAD.
YOU MURDERED HIM.
- [gasps]
- THE LAW WILL BE AFTER YOU.
YOU'LL HANG FOR THIS.
- WE MUST FLEE, OR PERISH.
NOW, YOU WATCH YOUR TONGUE.
AND YOU, YOU MAD FOOL,
DON'T YOU TELL OUR NAME TO ANYBODY.
WE MUST SHAKE THE LAW DOGS OFF OUR TRAIL.
AND YOU, YOU STAY HERE TILL I GET WORD BACK TO YOU.
- I COME WITH A MESSAGE FROM THE KING.
HIS MAJESTY COMMANDS THAT FOR REASONS OF STATE,
YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS MUST HIDE YOUR INFIRMITY
IN EVERY POSSIBLE WAY UNTIL IT HAS PASSED.
NOW, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?
YOU ARE NEVER AGAIN TO DECLARE
THAT YOU ARE NOT THE TRUE PRINCE.
AND YOU MUST NEVER AGAIN MENTION
THAT LOWLY BIRTH AND UPBRINGING
WHICH YOUR ILLNESS HAS LED YOU TO IMAGINE.
NOW, IS THAT ALSO UNDERSTOOD, MY LORD?
- IF THE KING HAS COMMANDED.
- AND IN CASE YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN
AND SOMEBODY ELSE MENTIONS IT,
TONIGHT YOU ARE GOING TO A STATE BANQUET AT THE GUILD HALL.
- A BANQUET OF STATE?
AT THE GUILD HALL?
[fanfare]
- ISN'T HE GRAND?
- YOUR HIGHNESS.
[whispering] NOW IS THE TIME FOR YOU TO MAKE YOUR SPEECH.
- [whispering] NOW?
[fireworks popping]
[excited chatter]
- HERE, WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO PUSH OTHER PEOPLE ABOUT?
- I'M IN AN 'URRY, NOW, MAKE WAY.
- OH, IT'S MAKE WAY INDEED.
- HEY, TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME AND LET ME GO.
- OH, STAY A WHILE, YOU SOUR KNAVE.
WHERE'S YOUR LOYALTY?
AND WHAT'S YOUR BUSINESS ON THIS NIGHT OF NIGHTS
WHEN YOU SHOULD BE TOASTING A WELCOME
TO THE PRINCE OF WALES?
- THIS MAN HAS MURDERED A PRIEST
AND IS NOW FLEEING FROM HIS CRIME.
THAT IS HIS BUSINESS, IF YOU WANT TO KNOW IT.
- OH... OH, SO I AM A MURDERER, AM I?
A-AND WHAT ARE YOU?
- I AM THE PRINCE OF WALES, AND THIS MAN HAS ABDUCTED ME.
- THE PRINCE... THE PRINCE OF WALES!
- THE PRINCE OF WALES.
- I AM THE PRINCE OF WALES.
- SEE, I HAVE FATHERED AN IMBECILE.
THE PRINCE OF WALES.
- HEY, WE'LL DRINK TO THAT.
WE'LL DRINK TO IT, A DOUBLE DOSE.
TO THE PRINCE OF WALES AND TO HIS MURDERING SIRE.
THAT'S NOT SO VERY FAR OFF THE MARK.
- THE LOVING CUP, A ROYAL TOAST.
DRINK, YOU SOUR VILLAIN,
OR WE'LL FEED YOU TO THE FISHES.
- DRINK, YOU SOUR KILLER. GO ON!
- AH!
[laughter]
[gentle baroque music]
♪ ♪
- YOUR MEMORY'S COMING BACK.
YOU HAVEN'T MADE A SINGLE MISTAKE,
AND YOU REMEMBERED YOUR SPEECH PERFECTLY.
- THANK YOU... MY MEMORY HAD A LENGTHY REHEARSAL
WITH THE EARL OF HERTFORD BEFORE COMING HERE.
- I DEMAND ADMISSION TO THE GUILD HALL
AND MY RIGHTS!
[jeering]
YOU PACK OF UNMANNERLY CURS!
- AH, GET OUT OF HERE.
- I'LL TELL YOU AGAIN, I AM THE PRINCE OF WALES!
- TREASON!
- YOU DARE TO INSULT ME NOW,
WHILE I STAND HERE ALONE AND FRIENDLESS,
BUT YOU SHALL SEE.
YOU SHALL SWALLOW YOUR INSULTS!
- WELL, PRINCE OR NOT, YOU'RE A GALLANT LAD,
NOT LACKING IN COURAGE.
SO I'M ON HIS SIDE.
- TAKE THE ROYAL'S HEAD!
[drunken shouting]
[trumpets blare]
- MAKE WAY FOR THE KING'S MESSENGER.
MAKE WAY FOR THE KING'S MESSENGER.
- OPEN UP, IN THE NAME OF THE KING.
- THE KING'S MESSENGER.
- HEAR YE, HEAR YE,
I BEAR GRAVE TIDINGS FROM THE PALACE OF WESTMINSTER.
"THE KING IS DEAD."
[all murmuring]
- LONG LIVE THE KING.
All: LONG LIVE THE KING.
LONG LIVE KING EDWARD.
- LONG LIVE THE KING.
- SHH, YOU ARE THE KING.
- OH, NO.
- WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?
- TO THE INN WHERE I LODGE.
- BUT I MUST RETURN TO THE GUILD HALL
AND EXPOSE THAT IMPOSTOR.
- WELL, TO GAIN ENTRANCE TO THE GUILD HALL TONIGHT
IS IMPOSSIBLE, AS YOU SAW WITH YOUR OWN EYES.
- THEN WHAT AM I TO DO?
PERHAPS YOU DO NOT FULLY UNDERSTAND
HOW PERILOUS AND DESPERATE IS MY PLIGHT.
- THEN ALL THE MORE REASON FOR CAUTIOUS PLANNING.
NOW, COME WITH ME.
EAT AND SLEEP A WHILE, AND IN THE MORNING
WE'LL FIGHT THIS BATTLE OF YOURS TOGETHER.
NOW, HOW DOES THAT STRIKE YOUR IMPERIAL FANCY, HMM?
- I THINK THIS IS THE WISEST PLAN.
AND TO BE TRUTHFUL, I MUST EAT, FOR I'M STARVING.
- WELL, GOOD. I AM TOO.
- WAIT.
YOU KNOW THE WAY TO THE PALACE AT WESTMINSTER?
- WITH MY EYES CLOSED.
- AND TOMORROW I CAN RETURN TO THE PALACE,
FOR YOU SHALL GUIDE ME.
- AND MY GOOD SWORD PROTECT YOU.
MILES HENDON AT YOUR SERVICE.
- HAVE YOU HEARD? THE KING'S DEAD.
THE KING IS DEAD.
HAVE YOU HEARD? THE KING IS DEAD.
- YES, HE DIED AN HOUR AGO.
- SO THAT WAS ALL THE PALAVER AT THE GUILD HALL.
- GOOD RIDDANCE TO THE OLD DEVIL.
- [crying] HE MAY HAVE BEEN A TERROR TO OTHERS...
[sniffles] BUT HE WAS ALWAYS KIND AND GOOD TO ME.
- WHY, HE WAS ONE OF THE GREATEST OF OUR KINGS.
HE WAS A WRESTLER, A SWORDSMAN, AND HUNTSMAN.
LAD... HE WAS A GIANT AMONG MEN.
- LONG LIVE KING EDWARD!
[cheering] - LONG LIVE KING EDWARD!
- BUT I'M THE KING.
- SO YOU'VE COME AT LAST.
THIS IS THE LAST TIME YOU'LL ESCAPE, MY BOY.
AND POUNDIN' YOUR BONES TO A PULP
WILL TEACH YOU SOMETHING.
- ONE MOMENT, MY FRIEND.
NOW, THESE ARE STRONG WORDS.
WHAT IS THIS LAD TO YOU?
- IF IT'S ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS,
HE'S MY SON.
- THAT'S A LIE.
- AND HE'S MAD!
- THAT'S ANOTHER LIE.
- WELL, MAD OR SANE, LIES OR NO LIES,
I'LL HAVE NONE OF THIS IF YOU PREFER TO STAY WITH ME.
- I DON'T KNOW THIS MAN. I LOATHE HIM.
- WELL, THAT SETTLES IT THEN.
- WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT.
- IF YOU SO MUCH AS TOUCH HIM,
YOU ANIMATED OFFAL, I'LL SPLIT YOU LIKE A GOOSE.
NOW, BE OFF,
AND BE QUICK ABOUT IT.
- THIS IS NOT THE LAST YOU'LL HEAR OF THIS.
- THANK YOU, AGAIN.
THAT MAN IS A MURDERER.
HE KILLED A PRIEST.
- THEN I'LL SPOIL YOUR APPETITE AS WELL AS MY OWN
WITH SUCH DISTASTEFUL REALITIES.
HERE WE GO.
- WELL, AT LEAST IT'S BETTER THAN THAT RAT'S NEST
AT OFFAL COURT.
PLEASE WAKE ME WHEN THE MEAL'S READY.
- WELL, BY THE SAINTS.
THE LITTLE BEGGAR TAKES POSSESSION OF YOUR ROOM
AND YOUR ONLY BED AS IF HE OWNED THEM.
CALLS HIMSELF THE KING, INDEED.
WELL, HE CERTAINLY ACTS THE PART.
- OH, AT LAST.
YOU MAY PREPARE ME.
MAKE HASTE, MAN.
- WHAT FOR?
- GOOD SIR, I WISH TO WASH.
- WELL, YOU DON'T HAVE TO ASK MY PERMISSION TO DO THAT.
- I AM WAITING.
- NOW, WHAT IS THE MATTER?
- POUR THE WATER AND STOP ASKING FOOLISH QUESTIONS.
THE TOWEL.
I'M WAITING AGAIN.
- OH, LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME.
ARE YOU INDEED?
WELL...
- WERE YOU PROPOSING TO SIT IN THE PRESENCE OF THE KING?
HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN YOUR STATION?
- I'D BETTER MIND MY MANNERS
OR I'LL FIND MYSELF IN THE TOWER, AYE?
- ON THIS OCCASION, I THINK I'LL SET ASIDE
THE NORMAL PROCEDURE.
YOU MAY FILL YOUR PLATE.
- WELL, HOW GENEROUS OF YOUR MAJESTY.
- DID YOU SAY YOUR NAME WAS HENDON?
- YES, SIRE.
- I'D LIKE TO HEAR MORE ABOUT YOU.
YOU HAVE QUITE A GALLANT WAY WITH YOU.
WERE YOU NOBLY BORN?
- WELL, UM, RATHER THE TAIL END OF THE NOBILITY, YOUR MAJESTY.
MY FATHER, SIR RICHARD HENDON, OF HENDON HALL IN KENT.
- I'M AFRAID THAT NAME ELUDES MY MEMORY.
TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOURSELF.
- WELL, WHAT CAN I TELL YOU?
EXCEPT THAT MY FATHER IS BOTH RICH
AND OF A VERY GENEROUS NATURE.
- SO HE CAN PAY HIS TAXES?
THAT'S GOOD TO HEAR.
AND YOUR MOTHER?
- SHE DIED WHEN I WAS A BOY.
- THAT'S STRANGE, SO DID MINE.
ANY BROTHERS?
- YES, TWO.
ARTHUR, WITH A SOUL LIKE HIS FATHER'S,
AND MY YOUNGER BROTHER, HUGH.
THE LESS SAID ABOUT HIM, THE BETTER.
- MOST FAMILIES BREED ONE GOAT.
HAVE YOU ANY SISTERS?
- NO, THERE'S NO ONE ELSE.
EXCEPT MY COUSIN, THE LADY EDITH.
BEAUTIFUL, THE DAUGHTER OF AN EARL
AND THE HEIRESS TO A GREAT FORTUNE.
- OH, A SPLENDID ASSET. - MM.
OH, BUT SHE WAS BETROTHED TO MY BROTHER, ARTHUR.
- I WAS BETROTHED ONCE.
- REALLY, MY LORD?
- MM, WHEN I WAS SIX.
TO MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS.
- AND, UH, WHAT BECAME OF THE ALLIANCE,
IF I MAY BE SO BOLD AS TO INQUIRE?
- WELL...
THERE WAS TROUBLE WITH SCOTLAND.
SO THEY PACKED HER OFF ABROAD
TO MARRY THE HEIR TO THE THRONE OF FRANCE.
I MUST CONFESS IT DIDN'T BREAK MY HEART.
WHEN DID YOU LAST SEE YOUR FAMILY?
- TEN YEARS AGO.
- TEN YEARS, THAT'S A LONG TIME.
WHY DID YOU LEAVE HOME?
- WELL, MY YOUNGER BROTHER, HUGH,
CONVINCED MY FATHER THAT I WAS PLANNING TO ELOPE
WITH THE LADY EDITH IN DEFIANCE OF HIS WILL.
- IT WAS PROBABLY THE TRUTH.
WHERE DID YOU GO?
- I WENT TO FRANCE.
I THOUGHT I'D FIGHT OUT MY TIME IN THE CONTINENTAL WARS,
BUT, WELL, IN MY LAST BATTLE I WAS CAPTURED
AND FOR SEVEN LONG YEARS I LAY IN A FOREIGN DUNGEON.
THEN, AS THESE THINGS GO, I MANAGED TO ESCAPE
AND IN TRUTH, I AM JUST ARRIVED.
POOR IN PURSE AND CLOTHING AS YOU CAN SEE
AND POORER STILL IN THE KNOWLEDGE
OF WHAT'S BEEN GOING ON AT HOME.
- YOU HAVE BEEN MOST SHAMEFULLY TREATED,
BUT I'LL PUT IT RIGHT.
THE KING HAS SAID IT.
- HOW GENEROUS OF YOUR MAJESTY.
- YOU SAVED ME FROM INJURY,
PERHAPS EVEN MY LIFE, AND THEREFORE MY CROWN.
SUCH SERVICE DEMANDS REWARD.
NAME YOUR WISH,
AND IF IT IS WITHIN MY POWER, IT IS YOURS.
- YOUR MAJESTY,
I HAVE BUT ONE REQUEST.
- WHAT IS IT?
- THAT I MAY BE ALLOWED TO SIT IN THE PRESENCE
OF THE MAJESTY OF ENGLAND.
- RISE, SIR MILES, KNIGHT.
RISE AND SEAT YOURSELF.
AS LONG AS ENGLAND AND THE CROWN REMAIN,
THIS PRIVILEGE SHALL NEVER LAPSE.
- OH, MY ACHING LEGS.
- COVER ME UP, SIR MILES.
- NOW, THERE'S ONLY ONE BED. WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP?
- YOU WILL SLEEP ACROSS THE DOOR AND GUARD IT.
- SLEEP ACROSS THE DOOR.
GUARD IT.
WELL...
[rooster crowing]
[woman peddler shouting indistinctly]
- COVER ME UP AGAIN. I'M COLD.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- IT'S DONE NOW, YOUR MAJESTY.
NOW, YOU GET BACK TO SLEEP. I'LL RETURN SOON.
[indistinct shouting, man singing]
[crowd chattering]
[knocking]
- ENTER.
- A MESSAGE FOR YOU, SIR, AND VERY URGENT.
- WHAT IS IT?
- WELL, THE GENTLEMAN WHO JUST LEFT YOU
REQUESTS YOU TO MEET HIM AS SOON AS POSSIBLE
AT THE END OF THE BRIDGE ON THE SUFFOLK SIDE.
- ALL RIGHT.
BUT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER MANNERS
IF SIR MILES HAD RETURNED FOR ME IN PERSON.
- WELL, THAT SEEMS TIDY ENOUGH WEAR
AND SUITABLE FOR THE SEASON.
I'LL TAKE IT.
- YES, SIR. THANK YOU, SIR.
- NOW, WILL THAT BE ENOUGH?
- ANOTHER LITTLE ONE.
- AHH! - HOW DARE YOU!
TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME. WHO ARE YOU?
- IS ME DISGUISE SO PERFECT
THAT YOU CANNOT RECOGNIZE YOUR OWN FATHER?
- I'M THE KING, NOW, AND YOU SHALL HANG!
- IF I WASN'T WANTED FOR MURDER AND DIDN'T HAVE TO HURRY,
I'D BEAT YOU BACK INTO YOUR SENSES, MY LAD.
I'VE CHANGED ME NAME FOR OBVIOUS REASONS.
IT IS NOW TYLER, JOHN TYLER.
AND YOURS IS JACK, AND DON'T DARE YOU FORGET IT.
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT THERE YOUNG...
- YOU MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, OR I'LL BREAK YOUR CROWN.
- OH, NO THANKS, I'M SURE.
- WHERE'S THE BOY?
- YOU'D HARDLY LEFT WHEN A YOUTH CAME RUNNING IN
SAYING YOU NEEDED THE BOY, URGENTLY.
SO THE BOY WENT OFF WITH HIM. - WHICH WAY DID THEY GO?
- TOWARD SUFFOLK GATE, YOUR WORSHIP.
- HAVE YOU SEEN TWO BOYS PASS BY THIS WAY
A FEW MOMENTS AGO?
ONE A YOUNG LAD, THIS HEIGHT.
- OH, YES.
THEY WERE JOINED BY A SURLY, RED-HAIRED BRUTE.
DRAGGED HIM OFF DOWN TO ROCHESTER ROAD.
I SAID TO THIS FELLOW, "WHAT ARE YOU DO..."
BESOM? ANYBODY WANT A BESOM?
- WHERE IS THIS STOUTHEARTED BAND OF ADVENTURERS
HE'S TOLD ME SO MUCH ABOUT?
- THEY'LL BE BACK.
THEY'RE OUT PLUNDERING AND SACKING SOME VILLAGE.
- A FINE NIGHT FOR SUCH SPORT, AYE?
[laughs]
I CAN HARDLY WAIT FOR THE RETURN
TO MAKE THEIR ACQUAINTANCE.
- THEY'LL GIVE YOU A HEARTY WELCOME.
I CAN PROMISE YOU THAT.
- OUTSIDE WITH YOU NOW.
AND KEEP A LOOKOUT FOR THE LAW DOGS.
- RIGHT, SIR.
- OH, LEN, YOU LOOK AFTER THIS GENTLEMAN.
- I, THE PRINCESS ELIZABETH, DO SWEAR
THAT I WILL BE FAITHFUL AND BEAR TRUE ALLEGIANCE
TO HIS MAJESTY, KING EDWARD VI,
HIS HEIRS AND SUCCESSORS ACCORDING TO THE LAW.
- THE LADY JANE GREY.
- I, THE LADY JANE GREY,
DO SWEAR THAT I WILL BE FAITHFUL
AND BEAR TRUE ALLEGIANCE TO HIS MAJESTY, KING EDWARD VI,
HIS HEIRS AND SUCCESSORS ACCORDING TO LAW.
- HIS GRACE, THE ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
- I, THOMAS CRANMER, ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY,
DO SWEAR THAT I WILL BE FAITHFUL
AND BEAR TRUE ALLEGIANCE TO HIS MAJESTY, KING EDWARD VI,
HIS HEIRS AND SUCCESSORS ACCORDING TO LAW.
- HIS GRACE, THE ARCHBISHOP OF YORK.
- I, JOHN METCALF, ARCHBISHOP OF YORK,
DO SWEAR THAT I WILL BE FAITHFUL AND BEAR TRUE ALLEGIANCE...
- [whispering] YOUR MAJESTY? YOUR MAJESTY?
- TO HIS MAJESTY, KING EDWARD VI,
HIS HEIRS AND SUCCESSORS, ACCORDING TO LAW.
- HIS GRACE, THE DUKE OF NORTHUMBERLAND.
[drunken laughter]
- SILENCE!
[laughter dies, cricket chirps]
AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU'RE QUALIFIED
TO JOIN OUR NOBLE COMPANY?
APART FROM WHAT YOU TELL US OF YOUR PETTY THIEVING
AND PILFERING.
- WELL, UH...
IF BRAINING A MEDDLESOME OLD FOOL
AND, UH, KILLING HIM IS ANY QUALIFICATION,
WELL, AT LEAST I CAN CLAIM THAT.
[men murmuring]
BY ACCIDENT, OF COURSE.
[laughter]
- HOW MANY GOOD SOULS DO YOU NUMBER IN THIS BAND?
- ABOUT 40.
MOST OF US ARE HERE,
BUT LATELY MANY OF US HAVE NOT FARED TOO WELL.
- OH, HOW SO, SIR?
- THEY WERE MARTYRED FOR HONEST BEGGING.
THEY WERE WHIPPED TILL THE BLOOD RAN
AND THEN THEY WERE SET IN THE STOCKS AND PELTED.
THEY BEGGED AGAIN.
THEY WERE WHIPPED AGAIN
AND DEPRIVED OF AN EAR.
- [clicks tongue]
- THEY BEGGED A THIRD TIME.
POOR DEVILS, WHAT ELSE COULD THEY DO?
IT WAS THEIR PROFESSION.
THEY WERE BRANDED ON THE CHEEK WITH A RED-HOT IRON
AND SOLD FOR SLAVES.
THEY RAN AWAY.
THEN THEY WERE HUNTED DOWN AND HANGED.
OTHERS OF US HAVE NOT FARED SO BADLY.
YOKEL, BURNS, HODGE,
STAND UP AND SHOW THIS GENTLEMAN YOUR ADORNMENT.
YOKEL, OUR FRIEND MIGHT LIKE TO HEAR YOUR STORY.
- BY THE SAINTS, I WOULD.
- I WAS ONCE A PROSPEROUS FARMER
WITH A LOVING WIFE AND KIDS.
NOW I'M SOMEWHAT DIFFERENT IN STATION,
AND MY WIFE AND KIDS ARE NO MORE.
MAYBE THEY'RE IN HEAVEN. MAYBE IN THE OTHER PLACE.
BUT GOD BE THANKED, THEY BIDE NO MORE IN ENGLAND.
MY POOR OLD MOTHER
TRIED TO EARN BREAD BY NURSING THE SICK.
ONE OF THEM DIED.
SO MY MOTHER WAS BURNT FOR A WITCH,
WHILST ME AND ME BABIES LOOKED ON AND WAILED.
THE KING'S LAW!
All: THE KING'S LAW! THE KING'S LAW!
DRINK TO THE MERCIFUL LORD AND KING.
- THE KING'S LAW THAT DELIVERED MY MOTHER
FROM THE KING'S HELL.
I BEGGED FROM HOUSE TO HOUSE,
I AND THE WIFE CARRYING THE HUNGRY KIDS IN OUR ARMS.
BUT IT'S A CRIME TO BE HUNGRY UNDER THE KING'S LAW.
SO THEY STRIPPED US AND LASHED US
THROUGH THREE TOWNS.
DRINK AGAIN TO THE MERCIFUL LAW OF THE KING.
All: THE KING'S LAW. THE KING'S LAW.
DRINK TO THE MERCIFUL LORD AND KING.
- SO MY WIFE AND KIDS, THEY STARVED TO DEATH.
DRINK, ME BOYS! JUST A DROP!
A DROP FOR THE POOR DEAD KIDS AND THE WIFE!
All: TO THE POOR DEAD KIDS AND THE WIFE.
- I BEGGED AGAIN AND LOST AN EAR.
YOU'VE SEEN THE STUMP.
THEN WAS SOLD FOR A SLAVE.
HERE ON ME CHEEK IS THE LETTER "S"
FROM THE BRANDING IRON.
"S" FOR SLAVE, YOU UNDERSTAND?
SLAVE!
WELL, NOW, YOU'VE MET ONE.
A SLAVE OF THE KING.
I ESCAPED, BUT IF I'M FOUND,
MAY THE CURSE OF HEAVEN FALL ON THE LAW OF THE KING,
I SHALL HANG.
- YOU SHALL NOT!
AND FROM NOW ON, THAT LAW IS ENDED.
- WHO THE DEVIL WAS THAT?
- I AM EDWARD, YOUR KING.
[laughter]
- YOU MANNERLESS VAGRANTS,
IS THIS THE THANKS I GET
FOR THE ROYAL BLESSING I HAVE GIVEN YOU?
- BROTHERS!
BROTHERS, THIS IS MY SON,
A DREAMER, A FOOL, AND RAVING MAD.
HE REALLY DOES THINK HE'S THE KING.
- I AM THE KING.
- LET ME GET MY HANDS ON YOU.
- HAVE YOU NEITHER RESPECT FOR KINGS NOR RUFFLERS?
INSULT MY LEADERSHIP AGAIN AND I'LL HANG YOU MYSELF.
TAKE IT EASY, BOY, IT'S NOT WISE.
HAVE YOUR FUN IF YOU MUST,
BUT CHOOSE ANOTHER TITLE.
- FOO-FOO, KING OF THE MOON CALVES!
All: LONG LIVE FOO-FOO, KING OF THE MOON CALVES!
- CROWN HIM!
[overlapping chatter]
- GET THE CROWN! CROWN HIM!
- THERE'S THE ROBE!
- CROWN HIM!
[all cheering]
- LONG LIVE FOO-FOO!
[all cheering]
- WHO ARE YOU, AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?
- BUT YOU MUST KNOW ME, MY LORD.
I'M YOUR WHIPPING BOY.
- MY WHIPPING BOY?
- YES, MY LORD.
I'M JOHN, JOHN MARLOWE.
- OH, YES.
YES, NOW I SEEM TO REMEMBER.
YOU SEE, I HAVEN'T BEEN WELL.
THE KING'S DEATH WAS A GREAT SHOCK.
- MY POOR MASTER.
- IT'S EXTRAORDINARY HOW ONE'S MEMORY
CAN PLAY TRICKS.
BUT NEVER MIND, I'M GETTING MUCH BETTER.
I FOUND THAT SOME LITTLE CLUE
SO OFTEN HELPS TO BRING THINGS BACK.
REMIND ME ABOUT YOURSELF AND TELL ME WHY YOU'RE HERE.
- WELL, BECAUSE SEVERAL DAYS AGO
YOUR MAJESTY MADE THREE MISTAKES IN GREEK
IN THE MORNING LESSON.
YOU REMEMBER NOW?
- YES. YES, I THINK I DO NOW.
GO ON.
- YOUR TUTOR WAS VERY ANGRY
AND PROMISED THAT HE WOULD SOUNDLY WHIP ME FOR IT AND...
- WHIP YOU?
BUT WHY WHIP YOU FOR MISTAKES I MADE?
- OH, MY LORD HAS FORGOTTEN AGAIN.
YOUR TUTOR ALWAYS PUNISHES ME FOR YOUR MISTAKES.
- I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
- YOUR MAJESTY, NO ONE MAY PUNISH THE KING.
SO WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT IS I WHO RECEIVE IT.
- THAT DOESN'T SEEM FAIR.
- FAIR? IT'S ONLY RIGHT.
IT'S MY PROFESSION AND LIVELIHOOD.
- WHAT AN EXTRAORDINARY WAY TO MAKE A LIVING.
AND HAVE YOU BEEN BEATEN FOR THOSE MISTAKES, MY POOR FRIEND?
- NOT YET, MY LORD.
MY PUNISHMENT WAS TO TAKE PLACE TODAY.
I CAME TO REMIND YOUR MAJESTY
THAT YOU PROMISED TO INTERCEDE ON MY BEHALF.
- SET YOUR MIND AT EASE.
NO ONE SHALL WHIP YOU. TAKE MY WORD FOR IT.
- THANK YOU, YOUR MAJESTY.
- NO, I SHOULD BE THANKING YOU.
YOU ARE PROVING A TREMENDOUS HELP
IN RESTORING MY MEMORY.
YOU MUST SPEND AT LEAST AN HOUR EACH DAY WITH ME
REMINDING ME ABOUT PEOPLE AND THINGS.
- WILLINGLY.
- YOU MUST TELL ME ALL ABOUT MY PAST LIFE
AND MY SISTERS AND ANYTHING ELSE YOU KNOW
ABOUT THE GOINGS ON IN THE PALACE.
I'LL REWARD YOU WELL FOR IT.
- THANK YOU, YOUR MAJESTY.
- COME ON, MAKE A MOVE.
LEN, FOO-FOO...
THERE'S A VILLAGE OVER THAT HILL THERE.
TAKE FOO-FOO WITH YOU AND SPY OUT THE LANDS,
STEALING WHAT YOU CAN WHILE YOU'RE ABOUT IT.
- WITH THOSE WORDS YOU COULD BE HANGED.
- YES, YOUR MAJESTY.
- COME ON, YOU HEARD YOUR ORDERS.
- HEY.
YOUR WORSHIP...
EVEN THOUGH HE IS ME OWN MISBEGOTTEN SON,
I WOULDN'T TRUST THE YOUNG SCOUNDREL OUT OF ME SIGHT.
- WELL, FOLLOW THEM AND KEEP AN EYE ON HIM.
BUT DON'T INTERFERE.
- I KNOW, NOW.
- I WANT HIM TO LEARN A FEW TRICKS.
- IT'S A POOR SORT OF PLACE.
NOTHING WORTH STEALING. WE'LL HAVE TO BEG.
- SPEAK FOR YOURSELF, NOT ME.
YOU WEARY ME.
- NOW LISTEN, JACK,
YOU WON'T ROB AND REFUSE TO BEG,
ALL RIGHT, BUT I'LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU WILL DO.
YOU'LL ACT AS A DECOY WHILE I BEG.
- I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.
- THEN I'LL TELL YOU.
LOOK, THERE'S SOMEONE COMING NOW.
I'LL FALL DOWN IN A FIT
AND WHEN THAT MAN COMES RUNNING TO MY AID,
SET UP A WAILING AND FALL DOWN ON YOUR KNEES
AS IF ALL THE DEVILS OF MISERY WERE IN YOUR BELLY.
AND KEEP ON WAILING TILL WE'VE GOT HIS PENNY,
OR YOU'LL BE SORRY.
OH, OH! OW, AHH, OH.
- OH, DEAR, OH, DEAR, WHAT IS THE TROUBLE?
HOW CAN I HELP?
- MY BROTHER WILL TELL YOU, MOST NOBLE SIR.
IT'S A TERRIBLE AFFLICTION, AND I'M RACKED WITH AGONY.
A HA'PENNY, DEAR SIR, TO BUY A LITTLE FOOD.
ONLY FOOD CAN EASE MY PAIN.
- A HA'PENNY. YOU SHALL HAVE TWO.
THERE, POOR BOY, AND WELCOME.
NOW, HELP ME TO CARRY YOUR BROTHER TO THE INN.
- I AM NOT HIS BROTHER.
- MY BOY, YOU'VE A VERY HARD HEART
IF THIS IS YOUR BROTHER.
SHAME ON YOU.
- HE'S A BEGGAR BY TRADE AND A THIEF.
HE'S GOT YOUR MONEY,
AND HE'S PROBABLY PICKED YOUR POCKET INTO THE BARGAIN.
IF YOU WANT TO HEAL HIM,
LAY ABOUT HIM WITH YOUR STICK.
- THIEF, COME BACK!
STOP, THIEF!
AHH, COME BACK!
STOP HIM! STOP HIM!
- GOTCHA!
- COULD YOU HOLD MY HORSE, PLEASE?
- AYE, SIR.
- I WONDER IF YOU COULD HELP ME.
I'M PURSUING A MURDERER WHO SLIPPED FROM THE LAW
INTO THESE PARTS.
HAVE YOU NOT SEEN A SUSPICIOUS-LOOKING RUFFIAN
WITH RED HAIR GO BY?
- YES, ABOUT A QUARTER OF AN HOUR BACK.
- ACCOMPANIED BY A BOY?
- IN PURSUIT OF A BOY, OR SO IT APPEARED.
- IN WHAT DIRECTION?
- DOWN THE LANE THERE
THAT LEADS TO THE FOREST.
- MAY THE SAINTS REWARD YOU, SIR.
- HA.
- THANK YOU.
- OH.
[grunting]
[chickens clucking]
- FOO-FOO THE FIRST KING OF THE MOON CALVES,
YOU SHALL NOW HEAR THE CHARGES BROUGHT AGAINST YOU.
FIRST CHARGE, REFUSING TO BEG.
- NOT ONLY DID THIS TREACHEROUS STARVELING
STUBBORNLY REFUSE TO BEG, YOUR WORSHIP,
HE ALSO BETRAYED ME AS A THIEF AND A PICKPOCKET
TO MY BENEFACTOR AND STARTED A HUE AND CRY AFTER ME.
- WHAT IS THE PRISONER'S ANSWER?
- NONE. IT IS THE TRUTH.
MY ONLY REGRET IS THAT THE LAW DIDN'T CATCH UP WITH HIM.
[murmuring]
- NEXT CHARGE. ESCAPING FROM YOUR GUARDIAN.
- THAT SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, YOUR WORSHIP.
IT'S A VERY LUCKY THING I WARNED YOU, AYE?
- AND THE NEXT CHARGE, FOR REFUSING...
- REFUSING TO STEAL, YOUR WORSHIP.
REFUSING TO STEAL!
ON THE WAY BACK HERE,
I FORCED THIS MISERABLE WRETCH
INTO AN UNGUARDED KITCHEN.
AN UNGUARDED KITCHEN!
HE NOT ONLY CAME OUT EMPTY-HANDED,
BUT HE TRIED TO RAISE THE HOUSEHOLD.
[laughter]
- IS THERE ANY AMONG YOU
WHO WILL SPEAK FOR THE ACCUSED?
All: I WILL.
- LET ONE MAN SPEAK FOR ALL.
- I WILL.
- WHAT DO YOU SAY?
- REGARDLESS OF THE YOUNG RASCAL'S
CRIMES OF OMISSION, WE HAVE A LIKING FOR THIS SCAMP.
HE'S SHOWN PLUCK AND SPIRIT.
- THEN HIS GUILT SHALL BE DECIDED
THROUGH TRIAL BY BATTLE.
ACCORDING TO THE ANCIENT CUSTOM OF THE LAND,
HE SHALL FIGHT A DUEL WITH HIS PRINCIPAL ACCUSER.
All: YEAH.
- IF HE IS VANQUISHED, HE SHALL BE FOUND GUILTY
AND SENTENCED ACCORDINGLY.
IF HE IS UNVANQUISHED,
HE SHALL BE HONORABLY ACQUITTED.
[overlapping chatter]
- THEY SHALL DO BATTLE WITH QUARTERSTAFFS
OF THE SAME WEIGHT AND SIZE.
GO TO IT.
[cheers and applause]
- WELL FOUGHT.
YOU HAVE MOST GALLANTLY ACQUITTED YOURSELF
OF ALL CHARGES.
THE TITLE, FOO-FOO THE FIRST, KING OF THE MOON CALVES,
IS FROM NOW ON CANCELLED AND ANNULLED.
[cheering]
YOU SHALL NOW BE CROWNED WITH ALL DUE CEREMONY
KING OF THE GAME COURT!
[cheering]
- WHAT MOCKERY IS THIS?
- WELCOME, SIR MILES.
WELCOME INDEED.
- ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
- WHAT SCURVY KNIGHT IS THIS?
STATE YOUR BUSINESS, AND SPEEDILY.
- I'M HIS CHAMPION.
- AND HE'S MAD TOO.
THIS IS THE ROGUE WHAT KIDNAPPED MY SON... AH!
HE'S A COWARDLY WRETCH.
- THERE IS NO CHAMPION BUT I!
BUT WE'RE SOMEWHAT ILL-MATCHED.
- UHH!
- OOF!
- QUICK, MAKE FOR THE CANTERBURY ROAD.
- UHH!
OHH!
- AYE! STOP! COME HERE!
GO AND GET HIM DOWN!
DRAG HIM DOWN BY THE HEELS!
GO ON!
- UHH!
- COME ON. AFTER HIM!
[overlapping shouting]
- GO ON!
SHAKE IT.
YES!
GO ON, HIT HIM.
[horse whinnying]
- GO TO IT, LAD!
- AHH!
- BRAVELY DONE, MY LIEGE.
A MOST WORTHY MANEUVER.
[laughs]
- HELP! HELP! HELP!
[all shouting]
- THERE, MY LIEGE,
THE CLOTHES I PURCHASED FOR YOU ON LONDON BRIDGE.
I, UH, I TRUST YOU'LL FIND THEM TO YOUR MEASURE.
- WELL, SOMEWHAT COARSE TO THE TOUCH.
BUT AT LEAST THEY'RE BETTER THAN THESE PAUPER'S RAGS.
- [laughs]
- AS SOON AS YOU'VE DONNED THEM,
WE MUST GET MOUNTED AND ON OUR WAY.
- YES, AND MAKE STRAIGHT FOR WESTMINSTER
TO RECLAIM MY THRONE.
WHOM DO YOU KNOW AT COURT?
- WELL, THERE'S ALWAYS SIR HUMPHREY MARLOWE.
THE OLD KING'S LIEUTENANT OF KITCHENS
OR STABLES OR SOMETHING.
OH, YES, HEH.
THERE'S ALWAYS THAT OLD CRACKPOT,
THE EARL OF HERTFORD.
- SIR MILES,
BEFORE YOUR TONGUE BETRAYS YOUR NECK,
THAT OLD CRACKPOT YOU SPEAK OF IS MY UNCLE,
THE BROTHER OF THE LATE QUEEN, MY MOTHER.
AND SIR HUMPHREY MARLOWE HAS BEEN DEAD FOR FIVE YEARS.
- WELL, HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT SIR HUMPHREY MARLOWE'S
BEEN DEAD FOR FIVE YEARS?
- DO YOU DOUBT MY WORD, SIR MILES?
HIS SON JOHN IS MY WHIPPING BOY.
- YOUR WHIP...
BY MY HALIDOM,
YOU ARE THE KING.
- SIR MILES, ARE YOU MAD?
- YOUR MAJESTY, FORGIVE ME.
WHAT I SAID, I SAID IN JEST.
- I FORGIVE YOUR JEST.
YOU HAVE DONE MUCH FOR YOUR KING.
'TIS STRANGE...
MOST STRANGE.
- WHAT IS MOST STRANGE, YOUR MAJESTY?
- THAT PAUPER BOY,
HE KNOWS NOTHING OF AFFAIRS OF STATE, OF PROTOCOL.
THEY MUST SURELY HAVE FOUND HIM OUT BY NOW.
DOESN'T IT STRIKE YOU AS STRANGE THAT THE COUNTRY ISN'T FILLED
WITH COURIERS AND PROCLAMATIONS
MAKING SEARCH FOR ME?
- YES, IT DOES.
- THAT PAUPER BOY...
I WONDER HOW HE IS FARING.
IF NOT ROTTING IN SOME DUNGEON.
- HAL BODKIN, CANDLESTICK MAKER,
SENTENCED TO BE JAILED FOR TEN YEARS
FOR POACHING IN THE ROYAL FOREST OF WINDSOR,
PETITIONS YOUR MAJESTY'S CLEMENCY.
- TEN YEARS FOR POACHING?
WHAT DID HE CATCH?
- A BRACE OF RABBITS, YOUR MAJESTY.
AS LORD PROTECTOR, I... - AN OUTRAGEOUS SENTENCE.
HE SHALL BE PARDONED.
- PRAY, CONTINUE, MY LORD.
- MARY SMITHERS, SPINSTER,
SENTENCED TO BE BURNED AT THE STAKE FOR WITCHCRAFT.
THE USUAL PENALTY, YOUR MAJESTY.
PETER BURNS...
- SENTENCED ON WHAT EVIDENCE?
- SHE MADE A CURSE ON A TAX COLLECTOR,
YOUR MAJESTY.
INVOKING THE DEVIL TO VISIT HIS BONES
WITH ACHES AND SPASMS.
- HOW FARES THE TAX COLLECTOR?
- HE FARES WELL, YOUR MAJESTY.
- WHAT JUSTICE IS THIS?
IF THE TAX COLLECTOR HAS ESCAPED UNHARMED,
IT STANDS TO REASON
THAT THE WOMAN IS GUILTLESS OF WITCHCRAFT.
PARDON HER.
- YES, YOUR MAJESTY.
- I MUST SPEAK, SIRE.
TO INVOKE THE DEVIL IS HERESY.
FOR THAT THIS WOMAN MUST BURN,
SO THAT HER SOUL MAY BE MADE PURE BY THE FLAMES.
I SPEAK BUT TO ADVISE, YOUR MAJESTY.
HAVE I NOT THE RIGHT? I AM YOUR FATHER'S DAUGHTER.
- HAVE YOU ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY, DAUGHTER OF SPAIN?
- YES, BROTHER.
THAT MERCY RUNS WILD IN YOUR HANDS.
EACH DAY YOU ARE PARDONING HERETICS AND SINNERS
WHO BY THE LAWS OF THE LAND
SHOULD JUSTLY HANG OR BURN
FOR THEIR CRIMES AND OMISSIONS.
- IS MERCY A CRIME TOO?
- WHEN CARRIED TO EXCESS.
MAY I REMIND YOU
THAT THE PRISONS OF OUR LATE FATHER
SOMETIMES HELD AS MANY AS 62,000 CONVICTS AT A TIME.
AND DURING HIS GLORIOUS REIGN, AS MANY AS 72,000 THIEVES,
ROBBERS, AND HERETICS WERE DELIVERED TO THE EXECUTIONER.
- IS THIS A RECORD TO BE PROUD OF?
WOULD YOU HAVE ME CAP IT, DAUGHTER OF ARAGON?
METHINKS THE BLOOD RUNS COLD IN YOUR VEINS, WOMAN,
IF IT RUNS AT ALL.
SHAME ON YOU!
BE OFF TO YOUR CLOSET WITH YOU.
AND THERE PRAY TO GOD
TO REMOVE THAT STONE FROM YOUR BREAST
AND CHANGE IT FOR A HUMAN HEART.
BE OFF! ARE YOU DEAF?
THE KING COMMANDS.
- GOOD SOULS,
WHAT IS THE BONFIRE FOR?
- WHY, THERE'LL BE BLAZES OF BONFIRE
ON EVERY HILLTOP IN THE LAND TONIGHT.
DANCING, GALLIVANTING, AND TOASTING TILL DAWN.
- INDEED?
WELL, WHAT IS THE CELEBRATION FOR?
- FOR?
HAVE YOU BEEN IN A TRANCE?
- WHY, HAVEN'T YOU HEARD?
TOMORROW'S THE CORONATION OF THE NEW KING,
EDWARD VI. - AYE!
- THE CORONATION?
TOMORROW?
OF THAT UPSTART?
TO THE PALACE WITH ALL SPEED. WE'VE NOT A MOMENT TO LOSE.
[fireworks popping]
[lively music playing]
[laughter and chatter]
- THAT'S MY PRIVATE APARTMENT,
THE MIDDLE WINDOW ON THE FIRST FLOOR.
- WHAT WILL YOU DO ONCE YOU'RE OVER THE WALL, YOUR MAJESTY?
- GO INTO MY APARTMENT AND TEAR THE CLOTHES OFF
THAT VAIN IMPOSTER.
I'LL CREATE SUCH A STIR IN THE PALACE
HAS NOT BEEN SEEN SINCE THE ARREST OF ANNE BOLEYN.
[fireworks explode]
- STOP! IN THE NAME OF THE KING.
- GO TO WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
CONFRONT THE IMPOSTER BEFORE HE IS CROWNED.
- HALT, YOU THERE!
- CAPTAIN, I CAN EXPLAIN EVERYTHING.
AND YOU HAVEN'T ONE MOMENT TO LOSE.
- THROW THIS VARLET INTO JAIL.
- CAPTAIN, THERE'S AN IMPOSTER IN THE PALACE.
HE'S NOT THE TRUE KING, AND HE MUST NOT BE CROWNED!
- BE OFF WITH HIM.
- YOU'LL ALL HANG FOR TREASON.
LOOK, I GIVE YOU ONE LAST WARNING.
THAT BOY THEY'RE CROWNING IS AN IMPOSTER.
- LUCKILY FOR YOU, I TAKE THE VIEW
YOUR MIND'S DERANGED.
OTHERWISE, I'D HAVE YOU HANGED,
DRAWN AND QUARTERED FOR TREASON.
- HE'S GOT LESS ROYAL BLOOD IN HIS VEINS
THAN A CHEAPSIDE TURKEY.
- ONE MORE WORD OUT OF YOU,
AND I'LL HAVE YOU WHIPPED WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE.
[trumpets blare]
♪ ♪
[choir singing]
♪ ♪
♪ AMEN ♪
♪ ♪
♪ AMEN ♪
♪ ♪
- SIRS, I HERE PRESENT UNTO YOU
KING EDWARD, YOUR UNDOUBTED KING.
WHEREFORE, ALL YOU WHO ARE COME THIS DAY
TO DO YOUR HOMAGE AND SERVICE,
ARE YOU WILLING TO DO THE SAME?
All: YEA! YEA! YEA!
GOD SAVE KING EDWARD.
- RECEIVE THIS KINGLY SWORD
BROUGHT NOW FROM THE ALTAR OF GOD.
WITH THIS SWORD DO JUSTICE,
STOP THE GROWTH OF INIQUITY,
PROTECT THE HOLY CHURCH OF GOD,
HELP AND DEFEND WIDOWS AND ORPHANS,
RESTORE THE THINGS THAT ARE GONE TO DECAY,
MAINTAIN THE THINGS THAT ARE RESTORED,
PUNISH AND REFORM WHAT IS AMISS
AND CONFIRM WHAT IS IN ORDER.
AND AS THOU DOST THIS DAY
SIT A CROWN OF GOLD UPON HIS HEAD,
SO ENRICH HIS ROYAL HEART WITH THINE ABUNDANT GRACE.
AND CROWN HIM WITH ALL PRINCELY VIRTUES
THROUGH THE KING ETERNAL, JESUS CHRIST, OUR LORD.
Choir: ♪ A-A-AMEN ♪
♪ A-A-AMEN ♪
- STOP!
I FORBID YOU TO SET THE CROWN UPON THAT IMPOSTER'S HEAD.
I AM THE KING.
[crowd murmuring]
- TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!
IT IS TRUE. HE IS THE KING.
- UPON MY LIFE, LORD HERTFORD, THIS IS...
- PAY NO ATTENTION TO HIS MAJESTY.
IT'S HIS SICKNESS THAT'S UPON HIM AGAIN.
SEIZE THAT VAGABOND.
- ON PERIL OF YOUR LIVES, TOUCH HIM NOT.
I TELL YOU AGAIN, HE IS THE KING!
LET TOM CANTY BE THE FIRST TO SWEAR LOYALTY TO YOU
AND BEG OF YOU TO PUT ON YOUR CROWN AND TAKE POSSESSION AGAIN
OF ALL THAT IS RIGHTLY YOURS.
- THIS IS A MOST DANGEROUS SITUATION.
IT COULD DIVIDE THE COUNTRY AND ENDANGER THE SUCCESSION.
- WAIT.
I HAVE THE ANSWER.
WHERE LIES THE GREAT SEAL? ANSWER ME THAT.
FOR ONLY HE THAT WAS PRINCE OF WALES CAN KNOW.
ON SUCH A SIMPLE QUESTION HANGS THE THRONE.
- THERE'S NO RIDDLE ABOUT THAT.
SIR GEOFFREY,
GO TO MY PRIVATE CHAMBER IN THE PALACE,
AND NEAR THE FLOOR
IN THE FURTHEST LEFT-HAND CORNER FROM THE DOOR
YOU WILL FIND A BRASS NAIL HEAD.
PRESS IT, AND THE LID TO A JEWEL CUPBOARD
WILL FLY OPEN.
THE FIRST THING YOU WILL SEE IS THE SEAL.
FETCH IT HERE.
- YES, YOUR MAJ... - WAIT!
SPARE YOURSELF THE JOURNEY, SIR GEOFFREY.
AS THE KING HIMSELF MUST TESTIFY,
I SEARCHED EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY
IN THE PRIVATE APARTMENTS.
IS THAT NOT SO, YOUR MAJESTY?
- YES. - YES.
- AND I LOOKED IN THE JEWEL CUPBOARD.
WAS THE SEAL THERE?
- NO.
- THROW THIS LYING SCOUNDREL INTO THE STREET
AND HAVE HIM WHIPPED THROUGH THE CITY.
- IF I AM THE KING, THEN I COMMAND YOU, STAND BACK.
- THIS SMACKS OF TREACHERY TO ME.
IT IS VERY STRANGE THAT SUCH A BULKY OBJECT
AS THE GREAT SEAL OF ENGLAND SHOULD JUST VANISH.
A MASSIVE GOLDEN DISK.
- WAIT, WAS IT ROUND
AND THICK WITH LETTERS AND DEVICES ENGRAVED ON IT?
- YES.
- NOW I KNOW WHERE THE GREAT SEAL IS.
IF ONLY YOU'D DESCRIBED IT TO ME,
YOU COULD'VE HAD IT LONG AGO.
- MY LORD, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?
THEN YOU ARE THE RIGHTFUL KING?
- NO, BUT I KNOW WHERE IT IS.
- THEN YOU MUST BE THE KING.
- IT WAS NOT ME WHO PUT IT THERE
IN THE FIRST PLACE.
IT WAS HE WHO IS STANDING THERE,
THE TRUE KING OF ENGLAND.
HE WILL TELL YOU HIMSELF WHERE HE PUT IT,
THEN YOU WILL BELIEVE HIM.
THINK HARD, YOUR MAJESTY.
IT WAS THE LAST, THE VERY LAST THING YOU DID
BEFORE YOU RAN OUT OF THE PALACE
CLOTHED IN MY RAGS.
- YES, I REMEMBER ALL THAT.
BUT I REMEMBER NOTHING ABOUT THE GREAT SEAL.
- YOUR MAJESTY, LET ME BRING THAT MORNING BACK TO YOU
JUST AS IT HAPPENED.
WE TALKED. YOU REMEMBER THAT?
- YES.
- AND YOU'D GIVEN ME FOOD AND DRINK
AND SENT AWAY YOUR SERVANTS
SO I WOULDN'T BE ASHAMED OF MY RAGS
AND ILL MANNERS IN FRONT OF THEM.
- YES, I REMEMBER.
- AND THEN, FOR A JOKE,
WE EXCHANGED CLOTHES.
AND WE STOOD BEFORE A MIRROR,
AND WE LOOKED SO ALIKE.
YOU REMEMBER THAT?
- IT WAS TRUE.
- AND THEN YOU RAN OUT OF YOUR BEDROOM,
AND YOU PASSED A TABLE.
AND THAT THING THEY CALL THE GREAT SEAL
WAS ON THAT TABLE.
YOU LOOKED FOR A PLACE TO HIDE IT,
AND YOUR EYES RESTED ON...
- THAT'S ENOUGH.
SIR GEOFFREY, GO TO MY CHAMBER.
AND IN THE HEADPIECE OF MY MILANESE ARMOR,
YOU WILL FIND THE SEAL.
- THAT'S RIGHT, MY KING.
THE CROWN OF ENGLAND IS YOURS!
HURRY, SIR GEOFFREY, GIVE WINGS TO YOUR FEET.
[all murmuring]
- GOD SAVE THE KING.
All: GOD SAVE THE KING.
GOD SAVE THE KING.
- GOD SAVE THE KING.
GOD SAVE THE KING.
- GOD SAVE THE KING!
NOW, MY KING,
TAKE BACK THESE ROYAL ROBES AND GIVE ME YOUR RAGS.
- YES, STRIP THE LITTLE VARLET
AND THROW HIM INTO THE TOWER.
- NO, LET NO ONE HARM HIM.
BUT FOR HIM, YOU WOULD NEVER HAVE OWNED ME.
TELL ME, TOM CANTY,
HOW WAS IT THAT YOU COULD REMEMBER WHERE I HID THE SEAL
AND I COULDN'T?
- OH, MY KING, THAT WAS EASY.
- WHY?
- BECAUSE I USED IT SO MANY TIMES.
- USED IT?
BUT WHAT DID YOU USE IT FOR?
SPEAK UP, LAD. YOU'VE NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF.
HOW DID YOU USE THE GREAT SEAL OF ENGLAND?
- TO... TO CRACK NUTS WITH.
[laughter]
- WILL YOU PLEASE COME WITH ME, SIR?
I ASSURE YOU, SIR, THIS IS NO JEST.
YOUR PRESENCE IS COMMANDED.
[trumpet fanfare]
♪ ♪
- LET IT BE KNOWN
THAT TOM CANTY HAS THE PROTECTION OF THE THRONE
AND SHALL BE NOW KNOWN BY THE HONORABLE TITLE
OF THE KING'S WARD.
HAVE YOU FOUND YOUR MOTHER YET?
- YES, SIRE.
- GOOD. SHE SHALL BE WELL CARED FOR.
AND WHEN YOUR FATHER IS FOUND, WE SHALL DEAL WITH HIM.
- YOU WILL PLEASE WAIT HERE
UNTIL THE KING THINKS FIT TO DEAL WITH YOU.
- WELL, HE'S NOT MY KING.
- ON YOUR FEET, YOU VENOMOUS HOUND!
- HOW DARE YOU SIT IN THE PRESENCE OF THE KING!
- TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF THAT MAN.
HE HAS THE RIGHT TO SIT IN THE PRESENCE OF THE KING.
WELL MET AGAIN, SIR MILES. I THOUGHT YOU WERE LOST.
BUT IT SEEMS YOU ARE QUITE SAFE.
THE SWORD.
THIS IS MY COMRADE IN ARMS AND ADVERSITY, MILES HENDON.
HE WAS MY ONLY FRIEND, AND HE SAVED MY LIFE.
ARISE, MILES HENDON, EARL OF KENT.
EDWARD OF ENGLAND DUBS YOU A PEER.
- NOR DID THE YOUNG KING FORGET WHAT HE HAD LEARNED
OF THE SUFFERING AND THE OPPRESSION OF HIS PEOPLE.
AND THE REIGN OF EDWARD VI WAS A MOST MERCIFUL ONE
FOR THOSE HARSH TIMES.