Mother...
Goodbye.
Goodbye, my "curse."
It's your fault!
--Irredeemable! --We know your sins!
What are you doing there?
You're...
I know you'll accept me.
You don't know anything.
And you're alone.
Richard, forgive me.
These aren't my memories, I'm certain.
They're fragments I've heard
from the tale of another Henry who looked so much like me.
Where is the enemy now?
Reports place them in the vicinity of Tamworth.
We'll fight on Bosworth field, then.
Inform the men.
There will be no food or rest on the battlefield.
Let them enjoy their last suppers tonight.
He's so haggard.
Why does God demand so much of him?
You too, Catesby.
If you want something, name it.
No fine wine or gift could fully repay your loyalty.
I wish only for Your Majesty's health and peace of mind.
Speak your true desire!
Don't wish for my sake!
What would you do if I was gone?
What would you live for if all this was no more?
I believed that only my crown remained to me.
And yet...
Your father
was not Richard Plantagenet, Duke of York.
Did he know?
Did Father know all along?
If even my name and my blood were all an illusion,
then what is the sense of this war?
Hey, where are you going?
Strange.
Something like this
happened before.
It's warm.
Far warmer than that empty bed.
I might as well just...
You think so too?
It feels good to sleep here.
It...
It can't be.
You're...
Have you come to kill me, James Tyrrell?!
That isn't my real name.
I have no name now.
No name, no past, no friends.
Nothing.
Even Buckingham is gone now. He has no more need to kill me.
I truly have nothing left.
I believed that claiming the crown would gain me paradise,
but that paradise was home to myself alone.
I didn't mind that.
Solitude had been kind to me.
But now, I find it...
Richard,
if you want to flee, I'll take you from here.
If you wish for salvation...
After all, you have nothing left.
Henry,
were you also afflicted by isolation within your royal crown?
I've never wished to see you more strongly.
The weight of the crown. The coldness of the royal bed.
I have so many things to talk with you about now.
But that day, at the end,
why were you on the battlefield?
You must have had the means to escape.
That rainy night you spent with the Duke of Buckingham,
I learned what this emptiness truly is for the first time.
I'm not here merely to perish.
To sustain my existence, I want just one...
One ray of light.
Impossible.
To him, the crown was--
Light is not paradise.
You ought to know that too.
Light and briars are one and the same.
Even so,
you can't help seeking it.
Because to seek is the meaning of living.
Whitey, wait.
That isn't the way home.
Will you go with that boar?
I doubt it can survive long in the forest.
Yes, you'll go home.
You don't care if the world rejects you,
as long as that's where you want to be.
What will you do?
Where do you long to be?
I...
I wish to be...
...neither beneath a cold canopy nor in a warm forest.
I gained everything and became king with this body.
Not by blood or by name.
I wished for it.
That is my reason to fight.
Then, you'll return to the battlefield.
It's where the king belongs.
I have a request for you.
Would you be my light?
Your light?
We've both lost so many things.
I want you... to be my friend.
Yes, let's be friends.
Thank you, Richard.
Now, let us return.
Even if a sleepless battlefield awaits me.
As long as that's the place I sought.
You're my friend.
Now, I can have no regrets...
...when I kill you,
Richard.
York of the white rose.
Lancaster of the red rose.
These royal houses with roses for their crests battled for the throne.
People call their strife the "Wars of the Roses."
The world's in an uproar again.
Our livelihood's up and vanished.
Shall we look for the next James Tyrrell?
Forrest, Dighton,
I'll send you some news as thanks for feeding me.
How many times have I returned to war since childhood?
At first, I merely sought revenge. And now...
Archers, front and center.
Howard, take command.
Stanley, Northumberland, see to your own troops.
--At once! --Certainly.
Where is Stanley?
Observing Richmond's army, or so he claims.
Tell him to array his troops by dawn tomorrow.
It appears my stepfather still can't make up his mind.
Is this the time to be so easygoing?
I hear that the foe outnumbers us.
And most of those extra troops are under my stepfather's command.
And what if that wasn't all? What if most of our foes
sided with us?
Your Majesty!
Don't worry. It's nothing.
Lord Northumberland,
has it reached you too?
This letter was apparently sent to the major leaders of the king's army.
Henry Tudor, Earl of Richmond,
has formally married Elizabeth, daughter of Edward IV.
These signatures are genuine.
In which case, Richmond is no longer a mere Lancastrian usurper.
He will be a righteous hero, shouldering the regrets of kings past.
Howard, thank you for your report.
The cowards only know underhanded tricks.
Tomorrow, we'll teach them how to fight with swords.
Your Majesty.
Unsettling rumors were already circulating before our march.
Your Majesty, please retreat.
Even if your throne is taken now,
you reclaim it once you rally and regain your strength.
I won't get another chance. This deadly illness worsens by the day.
I thought I was leaving my peaceful palace for a bloody, dreadful battlefield.
But now that I'm here, my heart is shockingly calm.
I'm certain now: this is where the king belongs.
This is the place I sought.
Do you plan to die in battle?
You told me to name my desire.
I...
I only wished that you could walk the path you desired.
Never once have I barred your way for the sake of my own desires.
But if you'll hear one selfish request at the end,
then please...
Please grant my wish.
King Richard, live!
Live for me!
Forgive me, Catesby.
Forgive me.
I'm frightened!
I dreamed of a horrible forest!
Please, have no more nightmares.
Never again.
My lord!
Yes?
Someone claims to have information for us.
Tell me.
How did you feel about this body of mine?
I've found you beautiful.
Ever since you were born.
I am the king.
I will not fight to lose.
Gentlemen! Richard III is a bloody tyrant and a homicide!
One raised in blood, and one in blood established!
He schemed to come by what he has and slaughtered even his fellow schemers!
Since the moment of his birth,
that demon has ever been God's enemy!
Draw your swords now!
Bend your bows like full moons! Spur your chargers into a sea of blood!
A crown...
...or an honorable death!
Your Majesty, our front line is faltering!
We still have Lords Stanley and Northumberland's forces in reserve!
The enemy knows that too.
Oxford is a proven veteran. Why would he waste his men like this?
Order Northumberland to advance.
I cannot join in a war without a future.
How could the Earl of Northumberland betray us?
More traitors are sure to follow.
To think that I still had more to lose.
I can't blame them. Who would choose to join a demon's fall to hell?
In which case...
I will go!
Your Majesty!
Fight! Don't give an inch!
Your king is here!
That's...
Richmond's main line!
Stanley's forces lie ahead!
If he went for reinforcements...
Those who would enter heaven, leave us.
But if you would follow me,
we go to hell together!
Follow the king!
Richmond!
A body double?!
A king hardly needs to fight personally.
Call me when the battle is over.
All troops, advance.
Our enemy is...
...the vile King Richard III!
My fate is sealed.
But...
I care not how loudly the world wails,
nor how firmly God denies me.
Again, and again...
...and again...
...I will reach for the light.
Won't someone come for me?
Everyone went away.
Richard, I'm right here.
I was always alone.
I am neither a man nor a woman.
I thought of myself as the loathsome Joan of Arc.
That's right. You were me.
Me bound by my curse, convinced that even to wish was a sin.
You feared demons, sought solace in your wounds,
and despised yourself more than anyone.
The other me from back then.
Now, is it time for my cue?
If your information proves true, I'll give you the title you desire,
my dear Tyrrell.
Did you slay Richard?
Well... He fell from his horse. After that, I don't know.
And was his horse black?
Yes, sir. I think so.
That was a fake.
The real Richard is mounted...
...on a white steed.
Who are you?
I am you.
I love you,
Richard.
Richard, I...
I love you.
Fate turns and turns again.
No matter how many times I seize it...
No matter how many times I lose it...
I refuse to let you die!
Not even if you wish for it!
Very well.
When I wake,
I'll grant your wish.
But now...
Now, for just a short while,
let me sleep
in a beautiful dream.