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[cannon fires]

[cannon fires]

[cannon fires]

- [crowd cheering]
- [fanfare playing]

It's a boy!

[bells tolling]

[man] A prince is born!

Oh! A boy... Oh, long live
the Prince of Wales!

Long live the Prince of Wales!

Sit up and drink hearty!

The only cost of a tankard

is that it's drunk

to his wee Royal Highness,
the Prince of Wales!

[all cheering]

Long live His Royal Highness,
the Prince of Wales!

[cheering]

[laughing heartily]

Here, milords and ladies,

I ask you to toast
my son, Edward Tudor.

[all toasting]

[King] One moment.

You drink too fast.

I advise you that as you drink,

you pray for your own sakes
that my son be a good king

because, good or bad,
sickly or hale,

craven or brave,

he will be King!

[all toasting]

You drank sparingly,
my good Norfolk.

Wine does not agree
with me, Your Majesty.

A pity. Because losing
one's head from wine

is so much less permanent
than losing it from treason.

Surely Your Majesty

does not think me
guilty of that.

Not at all, my good Norfolk.
Merely capable of it.

It's a boy, Henry.

So I've been informed.

You're glad?

Very. And grateful
to you, madam,

not only for furnishing
the House of Tudor
with an heir,

but also for freeing your King

from further necessity
of your being.

Poor little thing.

Brought into this world
to wear a crown

whether it fits him or not.

It shall weigh him down

until he'll wish he'd been born

to the meanest pauper in London.

Poor little thing.

[baby crying]

Poor, nothin'.

He's a healthy brat.

Healthy, is he?

You would have an healthy son

when all the time you knows
it's only the sickly ones

who can beg a farthing nowadays!

A prince was born tonight,
too, little baby.

So go to sleep

and pretend the bells
are for you.

[bells tolling]

[shouting]

Here he is, Your Majesty.

And I think this cur
ought to have
his head whacked off!

Boil him in oil,
I says, Your Highness.

A good stewing's what he needs.

- He's right, Your Highness.
- Let's give it to him!

What has he done, my good lords?

He won't play, that's what.

Let this miscreant
kneel before me.

Down, you scurvy nipper.

Why don't you want
to play, bumpkin?

'Cause I don't want
to be boiled in oil.

- It'd hurt.
- [boy] Coward!

[Prince] Hold your tongue.

He's right. It would hurt.

A good king is a merciful king.

I will show mercy.

If I make you one of my lords,
will you play?

Yes, I will.

I dub thee Sir Hawkins.

Arise.

[speaking Latin]

What's that?

It's Latin, and it means
"Let there be no malice."

Father Andrew taught it to me.

[man] He'd do better
to teach you how to
bring home a farthin'!

I'll knock them royal ideas
out of your head!

You droolin' beast,

I'll cuff your mouth
and like it!

Now, then!

He's certainly thumpin'
the King good.

Maybe that'll keep
the tears in your eyes

long enough to beg a penny

to pay for the food
you've been eating!

Now, be off with you!

[coughs]

May I come in?

But you are in.

Thomas, have you been crying?

Oh, no, sir. It's sweat.

You see, I've been running.

Hmm. And how did you
come by that?

Your father?

Oh, no, sir.

My father wouldn't beat me.

He likes me.

I apologize.

Thank you.

Someday I'm going
to discuss you
with your father.

Oh, no, I wouldn't, sir.

You see, he doesn't
like to see anyone

on account of he feels so badly

about me having to beg.

Oh.

Uh, I thought maybe
you'd let me read some more

out of that Latin book.

Of course.

The more you read,

the greater opportunity
you'll have

of escaping Offal Court
when you grow up.

But you've read
most everything,
I'll warrant,

and you're still
in Offal Court, Father.

God's will
and the whimsy of a king

are two things it isn't
for ordinary people
to understand,

I presume, Tom.

But, Father, why did His Majesty

turn you out of your house

and take away your pension

when you didn't do
anything to him?

I'm afraid nowadays

the King knows very little
about his subjects,

except those in his court,

who take great pains

he shouldn't learn the plight

of others less fortunate
than themselves.

Do you know what I'd do
if I were the King?

I'd send the little prince out
to play with other little boys.

Then he'd learn about the people

and be a good, kind king
when he grew up.

A rather unlikely suggestion.

Better get on
with your reading
while the light is good.

Perhaps I'd better,

because I've been
at it two days now,

and I haven't got Caesar
cross the Rubicon yet.

[father talking indistinctly]

[man] Tell me all about it.

[father] Well, I'll tell you,
there's more gold there

than you ever thought
was in the world,

just dyin' to be took.

What's that you're readin'?

A book.

Stole it, eh?

No. Father Andrew
gave it to me.

To keep.

Now, wasn't that kind of him?

I should say so.
It's very valuable.

Only rich people
can afford to buy books.

Give it here.

Please, father, don't tear it.

Tear it, you barmy mooncalf?

Who's gonna tear it?
I'll sell it.

This'll fetch a nice bit
of meat and ale.

Please, give me back my book.

Come on, Hugo.

We're goin'
to the thieves market.

A windfall from heaven,
I calls it.

And if I catch you with
that smirkin' priest again,

I'll peel the hide
off both of ya!

[door slams]

[sniffles]

My book.

[indistinct chatter]

Go away! Get out of here!

Go on! Go away!

Penny, please?
Penny, please?

Penny, please?

But it is time we spoke
of certain things,
Your Majesty.

My death among them, I suppose.

Death?

What made you
think of death, sire?

For one thing,
finding a carrion crow

flying around my bed.

Banish the thought, sire.

You're still a hale man.

I'm not a man at all.

I'm a disease.

[groaning]

An infernally painful one.

Go on, go on.

It merely occurred to me, sire,

that when Prince Edward
comes to the throne,

it is likely
the court will impose

the Duke of Norfolk on him
as Lord High Protector.

And with reason, Hertford.

With reason.

Oh, what a sorry thing it is
to be a bad king,

to worry on your deathbed
about your dynasty

and not about your people,

to be able to forgive
a man his sins
and not his virtues.

And Norfolk has virtue,

and the House of Tudor has sins,

but they won't be judged
by the Howards.

You are very right,
Your Majesty.

The Protector will be a man

who nibbles at the Hand
of the court.

Whose power frightens
only the ladies,

and whose chief ambition

is to build a safe nest
in the throne.

You'll forgive me if I say

the description
greatly resembles

that of a palace rat!

- You mean--
- I mean you.

I am unable to tell my gratitude

for this honor, sire.

But believe that it will
enable me to--

To regret my passing

with the greatest
possible pleasure.

There is only one thing, sire,

which may prevent
your selection of me

from being carried out.

Who? Warwick?

No, sire.
The Prince himself.

Norfolk has bewitched him.

He worships the man,
calls him uncle.

But for some strange reason,

His Highness has taken
a distinct dislike to me.

If you let the selection go
until your death,

His Little Highness

will undoubtedly
appoint Norfolk.

No.

Because I intend
to arrange matters

so that Norfolk's death
will precede my own.

Indeed, Your Majesty?

Indeed.

Now, ask His Highness
to come here.

[sighs]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[girl clears throat]

[both sigh]

[spits]

[spits]

[sighs]

[sighs heavily]

- [spits]
- [spits]

I think I'd like to play now.

May we play charades,
Your Highness?

Lady Jane, I've told you
I hate charades.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Oh, all right.

We'll play charades later,

after we play something I like.

Quill?

You suggest something,

and if it doesn't
suit me, I'll beat you.

And if it does suit you,

it'll be a game
you'll beat me at, anyway.

Therefore, it might
as well be...

Blind man's bluff.

Good. That would
amuse me.

I'm it.

- Here's my handkerchief.
- Can I be... first?

And you have to shout
so I know where you are!

All right.

[Quill] Spin him.

Spin him round and around.

There you are.

Now, guess where we are.

[children shouting and laughing]

Your Highness.

Find where we are.

Are you hurt, Edward?

Edward?

Pardon me, Your Highness.

Someday I'll have
your head cut off

for calling me that,

but perhaps your feet
would be better.

They're more in the way.

Why are you here, milord?

His Majesty awaits,
Your Highness.

Very well.

You are not dismissed.
I'm coming back.

I'm glad you sent
for me, father.

They wouldn't let me
see you this afternoon.

Hmm. You tried, eh?

Oh, yes.

What did you want?

Oh, nothing. Just wanted
to see you, that's all.

[chuckles] Come here.

Sit down.

One of these days, Edward,

I'll be going away.

To war, father?

No. To peace, I hope.

But where?

To face the one being

who knows there is
no divine right of kings.

After I've gone, Edward,

you'll wear the crown.

-But--
-Be still. Listen.
And remember,

there is only one crown
in England,

but there are many heads
it will fit.

So a wise king
removes those heads.

That is politics.

When you sit in judgment,

remember your seat
is but a chair

made of English oak,

hewn by English yeomen,

and made into a throne

only by the will
of the English people.

That is patriotism.

There's one thing more.

A king may answer to no man,

not even to himself.

To have a conscience

is to have a chink in your armor

to let in the knives

of those you love
and trust and need.

Remember what I am saying.

Never trust so much,
love so much,

or need anyone so much

that you can't betray them

with a smile.

That is the paradox of power.

I suppose you're too young

to understand that.

Oh, no, father.
I can even
understand Aristotle

in the original Greek.

Ah, you're like your mother.

What was my mother like?

A sour woman.

She'd have bored you.

No, she wouldn't.
I'd have loved her.

Where is she?

Eh? Oh, well...

[groans]

Got another biscuit?

Your Majesty forgot to mention

your selection to His Highness.

Bring me that casket.

Do you know what this is?

Yes, father.

The Great Seal of England.

There's strange magic
in it, Edward.

It can make a royal whim a law,

an innocent man guilty,

a poor man rich.

A dangerous toy for a child

and a fool.

I advise you to use it
sparingly and seldom

lest it seal your own doom.

I am entrusting it to you.

When the time comes
for you to use it,

I want you to consult...

[door opens]

Oh, doctors again!

Your Majesty.

You must be left undisturbed.

Milords, you must leave
His Majesty at once.

Rest is the only physic
that will cure him.

Oh, is there no escape from you?

After a lifetime
of dodging cannonballs,

am I to be done in by pills?

Your Majesty,
can that be a biscuit?

What do you think it is,

the Archbishop's head?

May I ask Your Highness
and you, Lord Hertford,

to retire, for the King's good?

- Yes, yes, of course.
- [King groans]

Of course.

Your Majesty.

[groans]

Tomorrow.

- Tomorrow.
- But, Your Majesty--

Get out! Get out,
all of you!

You, too.

Yes, father.

Edward.

Yes, father?

Good night.

Good night, father.

Where are Lady Jane
and Lady Elizabeth?

Their nurse came to inform them

that it was their bedtime,
Your Highness.

My dog, where is he?

He's been taken
to the kennels,
Your Highness.

Fetch him.

Your Highness, this is our post.

If we leave it,
we would have to answer

to the King himself.

Is that a dog under there?

[guard 2] A boy.

[guard 1 ] Out of there,
you little tyke.

- Out of there!
- Yes, father.

[guard 1 laughs]

Impertinent from
the likes of you.

A sneak thief, huh?

How did you get in here?

I'm not a thief, sir.
I just beg.

Well, you've just
begged yourself

a skinful of broken bones
this time, my lad.

Maybe this will
teach you respect

for His Majesty's guard.

Maybe that will
teach you respect

for His Majesty's subjects.

Your Highness,
forgive me. I...

Keep quiet.

Are you hurt, boy?

Are you hurt?

No, sir, Your Highness, sir.

What are you doing here, boy?

It was raining, Your Highness,

and I just slipped
through, milord, because...

So I could sleep under the bench

where it was dry, Your Highness.

I'm not
a desperate character,
Your Highness.

Honest, I'm not.

I'm certain you're not.

Had you been,
I'm sure the Captain here

would have been
under the bench, not you.

Your Highness,
you don't understand--

Keep quiet.
You annoy me enough

when you're silent.

You're not thinking
of beheading me,

are you, Your Majesty?

No.

I was just wondering
whether or not

you were too dirty to play with.

Oh, you couldn't play with me.

I'm a beggar boy.

I can play with anyone I please.

I'm the Prince.

[chuckles]

[chuckles] Come along.

I think we'll just wait
for that little weasel

to come out from beneath
His Highness' wing,

and when he does,

we'll skin him.

I didn't think

that if I were
very good all my life

and died and went to heaven,

I'd ever see anything like this

or meet a real prince, either.

Don't bother to flatter me.

I get enough of that
from the court.

I must remember to have
the Captain beheaded

when I'm King.

Oh, no, you mustn't.

Not on account of me, at least.

[speaking Latin]

You know Latin?

Oh, yes.
Father Andrew taught me.

Never heard of the man.

Your father has,

and he doesn't like him at all.

He took away his house
and his pension.

Must be a priest.

Oh, yes, he is.

I thought so.

You'd like him.

We Tudors hate priests.

Why?

Because we... Because...

Well, just because
we don't like them,
I suppose.

I don't think that's
a very good reason.

I did hear Warwick
saying something

to Uncle Thomas.

That's the Duke of Norfolk.

About Father wanting
to get a new queen

and the Priest
not wanting him to.

Father must have won
the argument, though,

'cause we had
two queens that year

and another
new one now, Lady Parr.

But... But you can't
have three mothers.

Well, neither can you.

I haven't even got one mother.

She died when I was a baby.

So did mine.

But anyway, a queen
is a prince's mother,

and you say there's been three.

Six.

Six queens?

But then you'd have six mothers,

but you couldn't
have six mothers.

I can't figure it out.

Neither can I.

You may have a pear,
if you like.

A pear?

Which is the pear?

Haven't you ever
seen a pear before?

No, but I've read about them.

[chuckles]

Nice, aren't they?

Eat it, lad.

Like it?

Crikey. It tastes so good,

I almost feel
like a prince myself.

You certainly
don't look like one,

unless it would be
a Prince of Paupers.

I will be when I get back
to Offal Court

and tell them
I've been in the palace

and talked to you.

The only trouble is
they won't believe me.

Why not, pray?

Well, you see, in Offal Court,
a prince is...

Well, kind of like
Saint Nicholas.

You hear about him,
but you never see him

because, well,
you couldn't expect him

to come to see poor people.

The Prince
of Offal Court. [laughs]

It would be amusing
to see their faces.

They'll believe you
because when you arrive,

you shall be wearing
my clothes, sword and all.

- Your clothes?
- Why not?

The clothes make the prince.

Are there any vermin in this?

So few you'll hardly
notice them at all,
Your Highness.

[both laughing]

You go wash your face.

Over there.

[laughs]

Use the towel.

[both laugh]

Penny, please.

Please give me a penny.

Don't bother me, my lad.

[both laughing]

Why... Why,
you look like me.

On the contrary,
you look like me.

That's what I said,
Your Highness.

We look alike.

[both laugh]

Do you know any games, boy?

Oh, yes, Your Highness,
lots of them.

Duck and drake,
robber and constable.

How do you play that?

Well, it takes three to play it.

A robber,
somebody to be robbed,
and a constable.

You see, I rob you
of something, hide it.

Then you tell the constable,

and he and you try to find it,

and while you're
looking for it, I hide,

and then you and he
have to find me

to make the arrest,
just as in real life.

Good! I like that!
We'll play it!

But we have no constable.

I'll get my dog.

He'll be a marvelous constable.

He can find anybody,
no matter
where they hide.

Wait here. I'll get him.

There he goes, running for it!

After him.
If he gets away,
you'll sweat for it.

Not so fast, me lad.

Captain wants to pay
his respects to you.

Are you mad?
Do you want to lose
your heads?

How dare you touch me!

Listen to that.

The Prince
must have knighted him.

[guards laugh]

Now for your lesson,
you filthy little beggar.

Beggar? Beggar?
Are you insane?!

I'm Prince Edward!

[guard laughs]

[guard mimicking
trumpet fanfare]

Make way for His Royal Highness,

the Prince of Pewy.

I'll have your blood for this,

and on my own sword--

[Captain] Come back
whenever you like.

The guard prides itself
on entertaining royalty.

[all laughing]

[door opens]

And why wasn't His Highness

prepared for bed last night?

Because, Your Grace,
he didn't ring.

Your Highness.

Your Highness.

Your Highness!

Where's the Prince?

The Prince?

Yes, the Prince.

Where is he?

But, Your Highness,

you are the Prince.

Please, milords,
I'm not the Prince.

He went out
to get a constable...

I mean, his dog,
and he didn't come back.

I'm a beggar boy.

Don't behead me.
Say you won't.

This is not the time
for jesting, Your Highness.

Indeed it isn't, 'cause...
'Cause I'm in a pickle.

Oh, it's all so muddled.

The Prince will have my head
'cause I have his clothes.

If the King finds out,
he'll have me boiled in oil.

The Prince isn't here right now,

but I'm sure he'll come back,
if you'll just wait.

Please, Your Highness,

discontinue this whimsy
at our expense.

That's just it.
I'm not Your Highness.

I'm Tom Canty, a beggar boy,

and I wish I were at it now.

I am afraid His Highness is ill.

Very ill.

This will be a death blow
to His Majesty.

We mustn't tell him.

Please, Your Highness,
get up from your knees.

What would your father say
if he saw you?

In here? He'd say
somebody boosted me
through a window.

'Tis true, milord.

His Majesty is gravely ailing.

That is God's will.

And to inform him
that his sins are to rule

and live after him in a daft boy

would be murder.

Neither alchemy nor prayer
can cheat death

of His Majesty's soul
much longer,

but England can be cheated
of a rightful king,

should His Majesty
not proclaim his son

and appoint a Lord Protector
before his death.

And who might that be?

One who might not forget
a favor done now.

What? Treason!

I talked to him last night,

and he was sane as a bishop.

I know, Your Majesty.
I saw him then, too.

'Tis an evil miracle.

You lie, I tell you!
You lie!

I would I did, Your Majesty.

That you might be spared
the proof.

Stop croaking!
Fetch the boy!

Mad, they say.

Too much study.

Sane one minute...

Taken complete leave
of his senses.

Doesn't even recognize anyone.

Your Majesty.

The king.

Oh, I am done for.

Come, my son.

Sit by me.

Let us talk, you and I.

But I'm not me.

I'm Tom Canty,
Your Majesty... Sir.

Edward.

Tom, sir.

Come, lad.

Would you deny
that I am your father?

Oh, yes, sire.
I wouldn't dare let anyone
think such a thing.

Oh, what
envenomed irony
fate has wrought.

He doesn't know his own father.

Oh, but I do, Your Majesty.

A thief he is,
and was sorely mean to me.

Please. Please,
don't behead me.

Please, let me go home.

You've done this,
you pedantic fools.

Whipping his mind
with Latin and Greek

till it's broken its halter
and run wild.

Now take him, cure him,
amuse him, freshen him,

teach him
the good English oaths
of the hunting field,

oaths that a man may use
in ruling a country,

not the foreign prattle
of priests
and scholars! [gasps]

It shan't be long
before you'll know me,
little Edward.

Please, Your Majesty.
I'm not Edward. I'm Tom.

These aren't even my clothes.

I'm a beggar boy.

They won't believe me.

Please tell them
I'm not your little boy.

This, milords,

is my son,

who shall sit
on the throne and rule,

if not by reason of his wit,

then by reason
of the name of Tudor.

Summon the entire court

to the throne room
and... [gasps]

Bid them...

Hurry.

Milords and ladies,

in the past,
you have jealously kept

my bounty to yourselves,

but soon you'll be sharing it
with the worms,

and what is left
will probably rattle

in the posits of time.

England could not shed
enough tears

to cleanse the name of Henry,

but I promise you,

neither can England
shed enough blood

to wash the name of Tudor
from the roll of kings.

Ah! Don't deceive
yourselves.

I am not threatening you
from the grave.

My power will be buried
with my body

and disintegrate as soon.

I'm threatening you
with your own weakness,

which I've nurtured for years,

feeding one's greed
with another's deceit,

tolerating treachery

until, milords and ladies,
you've grown so corrupt

that each could only
conceal his guilt

in the shadow of the others'.

Hence, your heads
remain on your shoulders

only as long as a Tudor
sits on the throne

to cloak your infamies
from the people

behind the purple robes
of royalty.

[laughs maliciously, gasps]

The old dog dies,

and the lice daren't
desert his pup

lest they starve! [laughs]

It is my will

that my son Edward

shall succeed me to the throne

and that his tutelage
and counsel

be entrusted to...

[gasping] To a Lord High...

To a Lord...

High Protector...

And that he...

[struggling] He...

Be...

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty!

The Protector
is to be who? Who?

And now...

To face them...

all.

The King is dead.

[court] Long live the King.

[bishop] Let us pray.

The body which was Henry's

will once again
become with the earth

from which it was molded.

The soul we relegate to God,

the reign,
to His Royal Majesty,
Edward VI.

[door opens]

Can I go home now, please?

Permit me, Your Majesty.

Repeat after me,

and when you have finished,

strike me on the shoulder
with your sword.

Aren't you afraid
it will cut you?

With the flat of it,
Your Majesty.

Repeat.

Let it be known
to all my subjects...

Let it be known
to all my subjects...

But I'm not the Prince.

[Hertford] And throughout
my realm...

And throughout my realm...

That I hereby designate
the Earl of Hertford...

That I hereby designate
the Earl of Hertford...

As my Lord High Protector

to direct, with adult advice,
my untried judgment.

As my Lord High Protector

to direct, with adult advice...

My untried judgment.

My untried judgment.

Well, death may have been
on Norfolk's side,

but a brain was on ours,

and fortunately, an addled one.

I'm honored by your selection,

Your Majesty.

Did I select you for something?

Yes, Your Majesty.

Henceforth, it is I,
not Norfolk,

in whom you will confide
and trust.

Norfolk?

Who's Norfolk?

You can't recall him?
That's a pity.

Such a little time remains
to make his acquaintance.

I bid you good day, sire.

Please, milord.

You said I was
to confide in you.

Mayn't I do it now?

Wait outside.
His Majesty has
some affairs of state

which he wishes to discuss.

Yes, milord.

Now, Edward,

what is it?

Please, won't you believe
that I'm just me
and not the Prince?

You're no longer
the Prince, Your Majesty.

You're the King.

I'm Tom Canty, I tell you,

and I went to sleep
in the palace garden,

and His Highness
brought me in because...

Well, I imagine he was sorry

that the Captain of the Guard
bashed me about a bit.

And what became
of the Prince, pray?

Well, I don't know.

That kind of worries me.

Maybe people won't
believe him, either,

because he was
wearing my clothes

and didn't look
at all like a prince.

In fact, he looked
so much like me

that it made us laugh.

I suppose it wasn't
so very funny, though.

You don't believe me?

I believe that
you've been studying

too hard, Your Majesty.

You won't even ask the Captain
about what I said?

If you wish it.

Oh, I do, because
if he doesn't say
the same thing,

then I must be out of my wits.

What did the boy look like?

Just another
street urchin, milord.

The size and age of His Majesty.

Are you sure it wasn't
His Majesty?

Of course. This boy
was dirty, in tatters.

Then he was the King.

Well, I don't know.

He said he was,

and I thought it was impudence.

But he might have been?

He might have been.

There is either a mad prince

or a beggar boy on the throne.

Now, I must know which.

That will be
easy to tell, milord.

I pray the crime
won't be on my head.

How?

His dog, the vicious brute

will not suffer
anyone to touch him

except His Majesty.

Oh, milord, should it not be,

use your influence
in my defense.

If you can only save me
for the present--

If I save you, Captain,

it shan't be for the present,
but for the future,

in which I may find you useful.

I have brought
your playmate, Edward.

A dog. Mine?

Yours.

[growling]

[barks]

He didn't like me.

No, my little potentate
of poverty,

he didn't like you.

- Then you know who I am?
- Yes.

- When can I go?
- Never.

Never? But...
But if I'm not the King--

You are the King.

The only way to lose
the crown now

is to lose your head with it.

But I told the truth.

And committed treason.

Do you know what that means?

You don't want that pretty
little head of yours

chopped off, do you?

Nor to have your mother
see the crows tearing tufts

from a skull on London Bridge

and know that
it's her son's hair

in which they will nest?

Then never forget
that you are Edward VI
of England.

And that to ever again
become Tom Canty

is to die.

Yes, sir.

Your men will miss you, Captain.

No, no.

I am sending you away to execute

a little mission for both of us.

Yes, milord?

It seems you expelled a king.

Then it was he.

Your syntax is poor, Captain.

"Was" is in the past tense.

It is he.

When he returns,
he'll have my blood
on his sword.

I remember that threat.

And should he return,
Norfolk would be appointed

Lord High Protector in my stead,

and there is little
I could say in your defense

from a dungeon.

Well, what's to be done?

Our difficulties would
be completely resolved

by His Majesty's
permanent absence.

But, milord,

that would be murder.

His life or yours, Captain.

He will be fairly easy
to locate.

Your leave starts tonight.

[bells toll]

The passing bell.

In good faith,
they toll for Henry,

Little knowing they are sounding

the knell of the House of Tudor.

Let us kneel

to ask comfort and solace
from Almighty God

when the burden of sorrow
is upon us, my people.

Comfort us, O Lord,

for we are as a child
without a father

or as a ship without a rudder

or as a body without a head.

We mourn him
whose statesmanship
and wisdom in counsel

have been as a bulwark

against the enemies of England.

Thy will, not ours,
be done, O Lord.

But strengthen us in this,
our time of grief.

Thy people's sorrow
and their destiny tarnished,

for Henry, our King, is dead,

and a child sits
upon the throne of England.

Imbue him with thy wisdom,

thy strength,
and thy mercy, O Lord.

Amen.

Father.

[crowd shouting]
Long live the King!

[crowd clamoring]

[man] All I hopes is this King
ain't the drunken fool

- the last was.
- [crowd laughing]

What was that scurrilous remark

you made about my father?

Eh?

You deny that you insulted
the late king, my father?

Get away, or I'll fetch you
on the side of the head.

I'll have you drawn
and quartered for this.

Do you realize
you're addressing your King?

[all laughing]

The King, are ya?

Look what's the King.

This ha'penny worth
of cat's meat

is none other than His Majesty.

- [all laughing]
- Ah!

Ho there! Lay off!

Ho there, lay off!

Lay off!

No doubt you didn't hear me.

I said lay off the lad.

Do you know
what happens to people

what stick their noses
where it ain't wanted?

Oh, yes. This.

- [exclaims]
- [crowd yelling]

Back, my good people.
Back.

Why don't we consider
this situation?

You'll all rot
in chains for this!

[all shouting]

[fanfare playing]

[soldier] Make way
for the king's messenger!

Time for us to leave, I think.

Phew.

[chuckles] And where
does Your Majesty
Deign to reside?

In the palace, of course.

- Charboy?
- King.

Oh, let's not play
that game anymore.

It's too strenuous.

You dare disclaim me?

Oh, no, Your Majesty, only...

I think it'll be
a lot easier on both of us

if you could manage
to be something

a trifle more sedentary,

like the Archbishop
of Canterbury, for example.

I tell you I am the King,

as you'll learn much
to your regret

if you don't keep
a civil tongue.

Very good, sire.

But I think you're a bit done in

after that joust you just had.

You need some sleep
to straighten you out.

You're a little
too familiar, my man.

However, I will honor
your hospitality tonight.

In the morning, you shall return

to the palace with me
for your reward.

Thank you, sire.

A drear hovel.

Why, yes, but then
Windsor is so drafty.

[Edward] I'm hungry.

What have you
to tempt my appetite?

Well, now that depends
on what didn't tempt
the mices.

- Mice?
- Oh, yes. I had to fatten
them all up.

You see, the, uh, cat
threatened to leave.

You're making a joke.

The humor of being
short of rations,
my small friend,

has always escaped me.

Then you're poor?

Would you believe it? I am.

Who are you, fellow?

Miles Hendon, Your Majesty.

The name is not familiar.
What is your trade?

Soldiering, sire.

In my service?

In the service of anyone
who can afford enemies.

Soldier of fortune.

Strange profession.

Well, of the three
open to a gentleman
without means,

I think it's the most amusing.

Cheating at cards
means associating
with dull people.

Preaching the gospel
means wearing one
of those funny hats.

- Better eat, lad.
- Lad?

I beg your pardon.
Your Majesty.

I hope you don't think
this is a leg of mutton.

Well, the sheep
walked around on it

for some time
under that impression.

Would you sit
in the presence
of your King?

Now, see here, my lad--

I will no longer
tolerate your manner.

I ask your pardon, Your Majesty,

but after that chase
we led them,

it would be good to sit down.

Perhaps.

No. Custom
must be preserved.

You will stand.

I was very hungry.

I feel better now.

I'm gratified, Your Majesty.

Come to think of it,

I'm under obligation
to you in many ways.

Your service
demands rich reward.

Oh, a mere nothing,
Your Majesty.

You may have
any reward you wish.
Name it.

The, uh, privilege of sitting

in Your Majesty's presence.

Advance, fellow,
and give me your sword.

Is it that you find
the mutton tough, sire?

Kneel.

While England remains
and the Crown continues,

you and your heirs
forever may sit

in the presence
of the Majesty of England.

Arise, Sir Miles Hendon.

For pity's sake, sit down.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

[church bell tolls]

[bell tolls]

[bell continues tolling]

[bell continues tolling]

Beginning to ache a little

from the hammering
they gave you?

Why do you ask?

Well, you...

You seem to be batting away
at a few tears there.

I'm not the man to snivel
at a few bruises.

In fact, we Tudors never cry.

What's the matter?

My... My dad's dead.

Good morning, Your Majesty.

I hope Your Majesty slept well.

[Tom] Yes, sir.

Playing Follow the Leader?

No, sire. We've come
to dress you.

Have I enough clothes
to go around?

Indeed, sire, everything
has been assigned.

Are you ready to perform
your ablutions?

His Majesty's towel and bowl.

[order repeated down the line]

His Grace
the Lord High Protector

awaits your pleasure

and asks that you be informed

that a note on the treasury
is ready to be signed,

the household account
being depleted.

You mean there's no money
to pay for the palace?

No, Your Majesty.

Well, I suppose
we'll just have to move

to a smaller house.

I remember quite a nice one

right next to the fish market
in Billingsgate.

The rose water, milord.

It has a nice flavor.

Please, sir, how much longer
must I do this?

This is the last, sire.

"Authorizes an increased
tax on windows."

Do you mean to say
we have a tax on windows?

May I suggest that Your Majesty

cease troubling himself about--

But I'm head of the government.

It's my job to be troubled
about these things,

and I think a tax
on windows is cruel,

unjust.

The royal treasury
is empty, sire.

Every means of replenishing it

must be taken.

Yes, but windows.

Don't you see,
when poor people are sick,

windows are the only
outside they have.

Why, they wouldn't have
anything nice to look at

if it weren't for windows.

And besides, that's taxing
sunshine and light,

which don't belong
to us at all but to God.

[man] I think His Majesty's
made a point there.

We will discuss this privately

at some later time.

Have we Your Majesty's
permission to withdraw?

Yes.

I'll try to think
of some better way
to raise money.

Did you see an urchin
slide out of here?

Oh, he left,
but sliding wasn't
the way he done it.

He says to me, he says,

"Out of my way, fellow,"
and stalked.

- Well, where'd he go?
- Good morning.

-Oh, morn, Pam.
How are the little ones?
-Fine.

Where did he go?

It wasn't a he, it was a they.

A slimy-lookin' fella
come after the lad.

I heard him telling him
you'd sent for him.

I thought it was
a bit fishy, but--

Well, cut it short.
Which way did he go?

Oh, across the street

and to the thieves booth,
and got dragged off.

By whom?

By a foul old croak

with a face that looked
as if it had been suckled
on the handle

- of an headman's ax.
- Well, never mind
the face.

Oh, I didn't.
I daresay he did.

Oh!

He sold a candlestick to the...

To the receiver.
I saw him.

Who sold a candlestick?

Why, the bloke with the face.

Good day to you, sir.

Oh. The good sir
is looking for a bargain?

Why, yes. I have a skin
I'd like to trade

in exchange
for a little information.

A skin, eh?
Ermine or sable?

Neither. Rodent.

Uh! A rat skin
isn't worth anything
to anybody.

No? Except to the rat,
of course.

You see, the skin
happens to be yours,

and if you want to save it,

you'd better tell me
who that man was

who dragged off
the beggar boy
just now. Quick!

Man? Man? What man?

Yes, the man
from whom you bought
the candlestick. Quick!

I don't know.
I swear I don't.

- No? Too bad.
- Oh!

[straining] Wait! Mercy.

I daren't tell you.

He'd have
every thief in London
out to slit my throat.

Why then, I'll save him
some trouble.

I will... I'll tell you!

His... His name
is John Canty.

He lives in Offal Court.

The boy is his son Tom.

A little daft
on the subject of royalty.

A thousand thanks, sir.
Good day, sir.

[boys shouting]

[man calls pig]

But you must know I'm not Tom

because you couldn't
be this mean

to your own boy!

You dare strike me? You dare?

Smash your own father, will you?

I'll show you!

What's the meaning of this?

It means I'm his father,

and you don't happen to be mine,

so keep your holy nose
out of it!

If you strike that boy
again, I'll...

You'll do what?

I'll forget that
the laying on of hands

should be done gently.

[grumbles]

I warned you,
you meddlin' old fool!

Is he dead?

Shut up.

Come on.

[old woman]
He just sits there
and says nothin'.

The boy's potty.

And it's because
of that Father Andrew

always teaching him--

Be quiet about
Father Andrew, can't you?

[knock at door]

Were ye seen doin' anything?

[whispering] Shut up.

[knock at door]

[two knocks]

What's the pack?

Father Andrew.

What about him?

Dead as a salted herring,

and it's gossip you done him in.

Now, how do you suppose
that got about?

I daresay
from you bashin' him
over the head

and him not gettin' up again.

You best take to the road.

Blowin' hot, is it?

It'll be scorchin'
your heels in half an hour

if you don't make for the Roost.

I'm on the run to the Roost
to see the ruffler.

Mind your mouth
and don't open it to no one

who ain't in on the know.

We'll head for the river dike.

Ain't you takin' the whelp?

[John] What for?

[Hugo] He seen it, didn't he?

[John] That's right, he did.

He'd be a hindrance,
but it's better
than havin' him a witness.

He might come in handy, too.

He's the size

that can be lifted
through a window

easy and quiet.

That's right.

[John] It's time
I was breakin' him
for a retriever.

Come here!

Should you see
such a beggar boy,

there'll be £5 waiting for you.

£5 for a beggar boy?
What'd he do?

Steal the throne room
out of Windsor?

It's another
of His Majesty's whims.

He's a bit addlepated, you know.

Remember, look sharp.

[soldier] Sharp,
at £5? [chuckles]

A glance from me
will nail him to the wall.

[laughs]

Well?

[whispering] ls John about?

I have a bit
of business with him.

[old woman whispering]
It wouldn't have to do
with the law,

now, would it?

It might have
if I don't see him.

You see, he and I are...
Just who are you?

His mother.

And for all the drink
it gets me,

I might better have begat
an empty bottle.

Well, then, perhaps you can use

his share of a candlestick
we lifted together.

This is once
I get my share.
[chuckles softly]

I'm beholden to you, indeed.

Not at all. Now,
where can I find John?

Him and that crazed brat of his

had to take to the road.

[softly] Making
for the Roost, they are.

The Roost?

A empty barn near Stullington.

They all holes up there
with the ruffler

when it gets hot for 'em.

Oh, yes, of course.
The ruffler.

You say his son
is a little, um, unhinged?

Like a gate, he is.

Thinks he's a king.

Has he been this way long?

No. John fetched him home
like that just today.

Probably gave him one
over the head

and cracked it like a nut.

I must have more money
to maintain the palaces,

courts, and royal establishments

that His Majesty's dignity
be upheld.

May I remark, milord,

that it might be more important

to uphold the dignity
of England upon the sea?

Let me remind you,

England still has ships afloat.

Barely afloat.

Some of them
we daren't fire
a cannon aboard

for fear of opening up seams.

With the thousands
of pounds you've spent

on one stable at Windsor,

we could have increased
the fleet by one-fourth.

You will observe, my lords,

how amusingly futile
is the bark of an old sea dog

when his teeth have been pulled.

[men laugh]

Am I to understand, then,

that the navy is to get nothing

and that you intend to wheedle
a demented boy

into signing
these looting demands

on the treasury?

That is my intention,

following the dictates
of my judgment and honor.

You admit to honor.

I boast of it.

Excellent.

Then you have no alternative
but to defend it.

[Tom] it does not please me
to be awakened yet.

You'll wake up,
beggar, and pay heed.

Am I not King anymore?

Certainly, my most
gracious liege.

[Tom] Good. I'm getting
so I kind of enjoy it.

Please send
for the Lord of the Chamber.

I would like something to eat.

Sign this order.

- What is it?
- Sign it!

And now, have you seen
the Great Seal?

Great seal? No.

The great big ones
are called walruses,
aren't they?

Stamp, you little fool!
A big stamp!

No, I didn't see it.
Did you lose it?

The Prince hid it.

Well, when you find
the Prince,
maybe he'll remember.

You are looking
for him, aren't you?

Oh, yes.
We're looking for him.

[Hertford reading]
"It is our will
that Thomas Howard,

Second Duke of Norfolk,
Steward of the Household,

and Lord High Admiral
of the Fleet,

be placed under arrest,

incarcerated in the tower,

and there held for execution

by reason
of his treasonous plottings

against the Crown
and the public weal."

Signed Edward Rex.

[Howard] May I see it?

This order is signed
by His Majesty,

but not stamped
with the Great Seal.

You cannot execute me.

Quite true, but we can
keep you in prison

until the Great Seal,

which has been mislaid,
is found,

and I assure Your Grace,
that will be shortly.

You've chosen an excellent way

to avoid meeting me in a duel,

a way worthy of you, Hertford.

We await
your attendance, milord.

Poor little boy.

Bereft of reason

and made the pawn
of an unscrupulous scoundrel.

May history learn the truth
and forgive Edward.

[crowd laughing
and singing loudly]

♪ A tankard of ale
Me hearties ♪

♪ Ale is rich and good
And brown ♪

♪ Take up a tankard
And drink it down... ♪

[singing indistinctly]

♪ The finest sport
Man's ever found ♪

♪ A tankard of ale ♪

♪ Me hearties ♪

[laughter and yelling]

That song reminds me
of Molly One-Eye.

It was her favorite.

What happened
to old Molly One-Eye?

Died of honesty, she did.

Tried to turn a penny
by telling fortunes,

and so help me,
they burned her for a witch.

And a merry blaze she made

with her marrow
all soaked in spirit.

[all laughing]

Her mistake
was in changin' her trade.

[man] No. Her mistake
was bein' born in England.

Here! No treason, now.

What's wrong with England?

[crowd yelling]

[man 3] What's wrong
with England?

Her laws.

What do you know
about English law?

Think you're a magistrate?

No.

A human being
for whom they're made.

An honest farmer
who had self-respect,

a wife, three children,
a mother,

all of which
have been legislated

into potter's field
by English law.

Her first sin
was committed by my mother

when she went to nurse
her sick neighbor.

When the woman died,

the doctors
couldn't find the cause,

so they solved it

by calling my mother a witch

and boiling her in oil

while I and my babes looked on

and learned the meaning
of English justice.

We begged from house to house,

I with two children stumbling
and whimpering on either end.

Finally I stole

to keep my little Joseph
from starvin'.

But English law
decreed otherwise.

I was caught, sold for a slave,

and branded on the cheek
with the letter "S."

"S" for slave!

An English slave.

Understand?

An English slave,

the most contemptuous title
any Englishman can bear,

still conferred by English law.

But I'll be relieved of it.

One day I'll be caught
and hanged.

[Edward] You shall not!

Furthermore, on this day,
that law is ended.

What's that?

Who is this?

I am Edward, King of England.

[all laughing]

You manless vagrants.

Is this the thanks I get

for the royal boon
I have promised?

[laughs]

He's my son and stark mad.

- Thinks he's King.
- [all laugh]

I am the King, as you,
a confessed murderer,

shall soon learn on the gallows!

You'd try your own
father, will you?

If you have no respect
for your King,

have some for the ruffler,

or I'll teach you respect
at the end of a rope!

Now, lad,
if you must be King,
humor yourself,

but not as King of England.

It's treason,
and we'll have
none of that here.

We may be a scurvy lot,

but at least
we're scurvy Englishmen

and loyal to the Crown.

God bless Edward,
King of England!

[all] God bless Edward,
King of England!

I thank you, my good people.

[all laughing]

Drop it, I said.

Choose yourself another handle.

Foo-foo the First!

King of Mooncalves!

[laughter and shouting]

Here you are!

Your robe, sire!

A crown!

Here's one.

[all laughing]

[all mocking indistinctly]

He's disappeared,
plain and simple.

Why His Grace
should still be worried
about him, I can't see.

Because, you fool,

it would put England in revolt

and half its head
on the chopping block

should there happen
to be two Edwards

at the coronation tomorrow.

[man] What's that to us?

We're still the King's Guard,

whether the King
happens to be Edward

or Bobo the butcher boy.

[watchman]
One o'clock and all's well!

[woman] Drink up
and be off to your rooms.

It's closing time.
Come on.

She's giving you good advice.

You'll be on the road
at sunrise. Up.

[man] Right, sir.

Ah, about, uh...

Three more swallows will do it.

Oh, take your time, sir.

I wouldn't be wanting you
to get the hiccups.

No. They're noisy things,
aren't they?

Well, here's to the end
of your long day.

It would be a pleasure
to get you another, sir.

Would it?

But how about your sleep?

I can manage
to keep me eyes open,

especially when there's
somethin' handsome
to look at.

Are you staying the night?

- No. Worse luck.
- Why not?

The curse of money, my dear.

You mean you're strapped?

I only wish I were.

Then I couldn't
have flipped that coin.

But where are you going?

A place called the Roost.
Somewhere near here.

That thieves den?

But you're not going there
at this time of night.

You'll have
your throat cut sure.

They'll commit murder
for a penny.

[Miles] Hmm. It looks bad
for me with my shilling.

Now, remember,

if you don't do
like you've been told,

we'll put clymes on you.
Twenty of them.

You know what clymes are?

Tell him, Hugo.

They're little bandages

with a bit of paste on 'em

made of soap and quicklime
and rust off old iron,

and when you take some off,

there's the
nastiest-lookin' sore

that ever made a citizen sick.

Sores that don't get well,

but spread like a disease.

No. No.

I'll steal.

Let's get at it, then.

[man struggles]

Help! Murder!

Call the Watch! Murder!

Call the watch!
Call the watch!

[man] Stop!

Where'd they go?

[man] Help!

Who was that?

[man] Murder!

Hey!

Hey, boy! Stop!
It is I, Miles Hendon.

[all shouting]

- What's happened?
- I've been murdered!

- Murdered?
- They killed me!

[all shouting]

All right, what happened?

[panting] I don't know.

You don't know, eh?

I have a pretty fair idea.

You got into the room
and didn't do
what you was told.

Now you're gonna get
what's comin' to you!

[groans]

I'm deeply grateful
to you, Sir Miles.

You certainly make
some delightful acquaintances.

Is he dead?

Well, I don't anticipate
hearing an apology from him

much before judgment day.

It is just.

He was a confessed murderer.

Come. I wish
to be gone from here.

Well, what in the world
have you been doing

since I last saw you?

Learning a great deal
about England.

It doesn't seem to please you.

No, it doesn't.

[soldier 1 ] Hold or I'll fire!

That's them. That's them.

[soldier 2] No doubt...

What are they doing about
this time of night?

[soldier 3] String 'em up,
the pair of 'em.

[Miles] Stop waggling
that thing under my nose.

What would you with us?

You're under arrest for robbery.

Robbery? We know nothing
of any robbery.

[chuckles] We'll take you back
to the Running Fox.

We'll find out soon enough.

They're the thieves, all right.

[soldier 3] No doubt of it.

No doubt of it.

[soldier 1 ] All right,
here they are.

We nabbed 'em.

[barmaid] Oh, no, sir.

It wasn't this gentleman, sir.

I happen to know
it was otherwise--

You speak when you're spoke to.

If you can recognize 'em, sir,

They'll soon
be on their way to learn

it's harder
to break out than in.

Certainly I can recognize them.

Just point them out.

Get over there.

I can identify him.

He was the one with the musket.

The musket?
Oh, no, sir.

I was the one that led
the cavalry charge.

Don't you remember?

I think, my dapper friend,
you'd be more respectful

lashed to a whipping post.

And you, my fat friend,
would look more natural

tethered to a hitching post.

[all laugh]

Where are all the others?

[soldier 1 ] All the others
is him,

and he's right here, sir.

It's him.

His Majesty.

Get the horses ready.

Right, sir.

It's he. I'm positive.

Take your hands from me, pig!

Pig? I'll teach you--

[Miles] What?

You're a pretty pair
of cutthroats.

[soldier 1 ] Take 'em away!

[Captain] One moment.

We'll take charge of the boy.

Well, Captain, I--

[muffled scream]

[soldier 1 ]
And who might you be

to be taking charge
of my prisoner?

The Captain
of His Majesty's Guard.

[soldier 1 ] Let's see that.

The boy has escaped
from a London madhouse

and has a strange insanity
offensive to the Crown,

so, naturally,
this is our responsibility.

Yes, sir.
Of course, sir.

Your prisoner, sir.

Take him along.

[victim] Glad to have been
of service to you, Captain.

- My respects, sir. Good night.
- Good night.

Captain, what do you
suggest doin'
with this one, sir?

He seems capable
of digesting about 20 lashes.

Thank you, Captain.

And when next
we meet, I trust
you'll be equally capable

of digesting
about 20 inches of steel.

Here, here, here.

How dare you indulge
this outrage on my person?

Shh, Your Majesty.

It wouldn't do
to let the people know

there's been no King
on the throne

until the day
before the coronation.

Forgive me, sire.

It was the best ruse
I knew to get you away.

But what of the man Hendon?
I want him freed.

He shall be in the morning,
Your Majesty.

Tonight we get closer to London

that we may arrive
in time tomorrow.

Very well.

But should any harm
come to Miles Hendon,

your life shall pay
for it. Understand?

Yes, Your Majesty.
My life.

[guard snoring]

[snores and snorts]

[snorts]

Why are we stopping
here, Captain?

Oh, to let you get
some sleep, Your Majesty.

I felt my making camp
for a few hours

would freshen you
for the coronation ceremonies
in the morning.

Very considerate, Captain.

I am sleepy.

This way, Your Majesty.

This place will be ideal.

May I have your cloak, Captain?

Give me your cloak.

Forgive me, Your Majesty.

What have you done?

It's what I must do,
poor little Edward.

Is that any way
to address your King

or for the Captain
of my Guard to act,

cowering like a woman?

Out with it, fellow.
What is it?

You are to join
your father, Your Majesty.

You're going to kill me?

You can't.

You just can't.

There's no one
to take the throne

except Mary or Elizabeth,

and they're girls,
and not even grown up.

Would you say your prayers,
Your Majesty?

I hope my father's
asleep in heaven.

I don't want him to know
that a Tudor

died at the hands
of a traitorous Englishman.

He'd be so ashamed of you.

But he won't be ashamed of me.

Our Father,

who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

[voice shaking]
Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

And me what calls myself
an Englishman.

Be still, can't you?

Forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those

who trespass against us.

Lead us not

into temptation,

but deliver us from evil...

[horse approaching]

How's your digestion
now, Captain?

Ready for that
20 inches of steel
I promised you?

Miles Hendon!

Your Majesty.

Majesty?

Then you believe me?

Without a doubt, sire.

[sniffles]

What's the matter?

I was frightened.

[congregation singing]
♪ Thou hast a mighty arm ♪

♪ Strong is thy hand ♪

♪ And high is thy right hand ♪

♪ Righteousness and equity ♪

♪ Are the habitation
of thy seat ♪

♪ Mercy and truth
Shall go before thy face ♪

♪ Praised be
The Lord for evermore ♪

♪ Amen ♪

♪ And amen ♪

[fanfare]

[all mumbling]

[cheering]

[organ playing]

[congregation singing]
♪ Glory be to the father ♪

♪ And to the son ♪

♪ And to the holy ghost ♪

♪ As it was in the beginning ♪

♪ ls now ♪

♪ And ever shall be ♪

♪ World without end ♪

♪ Amen ♪

[bishop] Sirs,

here I present King Edward,

rightful and undoubted inheritor

by the laws of God and man

to the royal dignity

and crown imperial
of this realm.

Whose consecration, inunction,

and coronation
is appointed to be this day.

Will ye nobles,
peers, and commons

serve at this time

and give your good wills
in a sense

to the same consecration,

inunction, and coronation

as by your duty
ye are bound to do?

[everyone talking at once]

Smile, you little fool.

Smile and bow to them.

[fanfare]

[archbishop] O God, who dwellest

in the high and holy place

with them also
who are of a humble spirit,

Look down mercifully upon this,

thy servant Edward, our King,

here humbling himself
before thee

at thy footstool,

and graciously
receive these oblations,

which in humble acknowledgment

of thy sovereignty over all,

and of thy great bounty
to him in particular,

he hath offered up unto thee

through Jesus Christ,

our only mediator and advocate.

Amen.

[singing]
♪ Thou hast a mighty arm ♪

♪ Strong is thy hand ♪

♪ And high is thy right hand ♪

♪ Righteousness and equity ♪

♪ Are the habitation
of thy seat ♪

♪ Mercy and truth
Shall go before thy face ♪

♪ Praised be the Lord
Forevermore ♪

♪ Amen ♪

♪ And amen ♪

[man singing] ♪ O God
The father of heav'n ♪

♪ Have mercy
Upon us miserable sinners ♪

[all singing] ♪ O God
The father of heav'n ♪

♪ Have mercy
Upon us miserable sinners ♪

Will you, Edward,

grant to the people of England

the laws and liberties
of this realm?

I do grant and so promise.

Will you keep
to the church and people

holy peace and concord?

I shall keep.

Will you make to be done

to the best of your strength
and power

equal and rightful justice

in all your dooms and judgments

with mercy and truth?

I shall do.

The things which I have here
before promised

I will perform and keep.

So help me God
and the contents of this book.

Kiss the book.

[sighs]

[singing] ♪ Zadok the priest ♪

♪ And Nathan the prophet ♪

♪ Anointed Solomon King ♪

♪ And all
The people rejoiced ♪

♪ And they said ♪

♪ God save the King ♪

♪ Long live the King ♪

♪ May the King ♪

♪ Live forever ♪

♪ Amen ♪

♪ Alleluia ♪

Let these hands

be anointed with holy oil.

Let this breast

be anointed with holy oil,

and let this head

be anointed with holy oil

as kings and prophets
were anointed

and as Samuel did anoint David

to be King

so that thou mayest be blessed

and established

a King in this kingdom

over this people
whom the Lord thy God

have given thee
to rule and govern.

[all] Amen.

[all singing] ♪ Amen ♪

♪ Alleluia ♪

♪ Praised be the Lord
Forevermore ♪

♪ Amen ♪

♪ And amen ♪

O Lord, who receivest

thy good and faithful servants

with mercy and loving kindness,

look down upon this,

thy servant Edward, our King.

[crowd cheering]

Get out of here,
and get out quick.

Look here, my good fellow--

Officer, something
of the utmost importance

to the entire realm has arisen--

And you'll have
your ears taken off

if you don't get out of here.

I demand to speak
to your Captain.

He'll speak to you
with about 40 lashes.

[crowd laughs]

Having a right faith

and manifold fruit
of good works,

mayest obtain the crown

of an everlasting kingdom.

[Edward] Stop!

[man] What is this?
What is he doing?

Stop! I forbid it.

Who dares this sacrilege?

I, Edward the King.

Truly. He is the King.

His Majesty's malady
is upon him again.

Seize the impostor.

Hold!

O my lord and King, forgive me.

What you have done
is shameful treason.

It wasn't my doing,
Your Majesty.

Cross my heart.

I believe you, Tom Canty,

but others shall answer.

- Outrage the dignity--
- Softly.

Your Majesty,

perhaps we could proceed
with the coronation

if you were assured
no harm would come
to this lad...

[archbishop] What
a striking resemblance.

Some of you have already
forfeited your heads,

but others may be spared
by paying homage now.

Please, milord.
Please believe us.

Truly, he is the King.

By your favor, sire,
might I ask some questions

which may allay our doubts?

I command you to do so

that I may answer them

and end your stupid perplexity.

What stands
near the right-hand door

of our Late King's apartment?

The Great Herring.

A model of the warship
designed by my late father.

God rest his soul.

Of what did Lady Jane eat
so many that she became...

discommoded?

Pomegranates.

And got ill on the steward
of the household.

Which one man
did you wrongly
but affectionately

call uncle
in your father's call?

Milord Norfolk,
whose absence displeases me.

[archbishop] All these things
are true, milord.

Unbelievably.

Astonishing.

Quite astonishing indeed,

but you forget
that our lord the King,

can do the same,
so they are not proofs.

This is perilous
to the state and to us all

to entertain
such a mystery as this.

It could undermine the throne,

- divide the nation.
- Arrest this--

One moment.

The mystery may be
quite easily solved.

There is one question

which only the Prince
of Wales can answer.

Where is the Great Seal
of England?

That'll settle it.

I'm certain I must have put it

with all things of value

which had been entrusted to me.

Of course.

Milord St. John,

go to my private cabinet.

Close to the floor
in the left corner
is a nailhead.

Press it,
and a jeweled closet
will fly open.

There you will find
the Great Seal.

Fetch it.

At once!

And do hurry.

Yes, Your Majesty.

- Your mount, Captain!
- Yes, milord.

The Seal, Your Majesty,
is not there.

Cast this beggar
into the streets.

Stone the impostor.
Take him away.

Let him alone.

Please, sir.

Maybe His Majesty
has just misplaced the Seal.

He might have, mightn't he, now?

[St. John] Hardly likely, sire.

A massive golden disk like that

isn't a thing to escape notice.

Was it round and thick?

And did it have letters
and things carved in it?

That would describe it,
my liege.

Blimey. So that's
the thing that's been
worrying everybody.

Why, if you'd
only described it to me,

you could have had it
a fortnight ago.

Your Majesty, knowing
where the Great Seal lies

does nothing to establish
this lad's spurious claim,

so perhaps
we'd better continue
the ceremony.

But with the real King

because he put away
the seal himself.

Remember, Your Majesty?

You must.

You've just got to be King

'cause I wouldn't
like it anymore. Think.

I just can't.

It seems so long ago.

We exchanged clothes.
You remember that.

That I'll never forget.

And you asked me
if I knew any games,

and I said Constable.

And you went out
to get your dog,

but before you left,
what did you do?

Think. Harder,
Your Majesty.

I just can't.

Listen and try and see it.

You started for the door.

You passed a table.

That old thing
you called a Seal was on it.

- Yes.
- You picked it up

and looked about
for some place to hide it.

Your eyes caught sight of...

Of... Of...

The suit of armor by the door.

In the leg piece.

- Hooray!
- [squealing]

[St. John] Your Majesty.
Coming through.

Your mount again, Captain.

- Yes, sir.
- [crowd laughs]

[horse approaching]

He's a busy bloke, ain't he?

[all cheering] Hooray! Yay!

[all cheering]

Hooray!

Hooray!

Come here, lad.

Yes, Your Majesty?

I owe my throne to you, Tom,

a debt which I shall pay.

But tell me,
how could you remember

where I hid the seal
when I couldn't myself?

Well, you see, Your Majesty,

I found it and used it.

Used it? For what?

To crack nuts with.

[all laughing]

[raucous laughter]

My father told me
the night he died

that a wise king
removes the heads of those

who try to remove the crown,

but I suppose
I'm not a wise king

because I don't want you
to be killed.

Instead, I hereby order you

to be banished from England

for the rest of your life.

May I learn generosity
from you, sire.

The acts, Your Majesty.

Milords and ladies, my dad...

I mean, the Late King,

told me to use
the Great Seal sparingly

in making laws.

But if he had gone out
among his people

without his crown,

I know he'd have told me

not to spare it
in breaking them.

So these acts abolish
the begging laws,

modify the laws
of eminent domain,

and do away with slavery.

[all mumble]

Churl, you dare sit

in the presence of your King?

Oh, yes. But you mustn't.

[Edward laughing]

Your Majesty.

Let's not take affront.

It is his right,
afforded by a grateful king

whose life he saved.

Also, Sir Miles Hendon...

Yes, sire.

There is among these papers

a commission for you

as Captain of my Guard.

Oh, uh, thank you, Your Majesty.

You aren't pleased
by my appointment?

Well, you see, Your Majesty,

the enemy
will never come to Windsor,

and a captain of the Guard

can't leave his post
to guard looking for them.

So, as my trade's soldiering,

I don't quite see
when I'll ever get
a chance to practice it.

Very well.

But I owe you something.

Three crowns to be exact, sire.

[chuckles] Ye shall have them,

a hundredfold.

Yes, and an earldom,

castles, lands,

- and a retinue of servants.
- Your Majesty.

Yes?

I hope Your Majesty
won't think me
an ungrateful wretch,

but please,
may I be permitted to forgo

all these honors

with which Your Majesty
threatens me?

You see, to one
of my temperament,

riches are a curse,

possessions,
a veritable scourge.

All I ask is an obscure life
and a peaceful one,

but, uh, not too peaceful,
of course.

Anything to content you,
Sir Miles.

But remember,
I'm eternally in your debt.

[laughs]

I'll seal these,

and you may send for them later.

Please dismiss the court.

Yes, sire.

You have
His Majesty's permission

to withdraw.

Oh, Tom.

Yes, Your Highness?

Come here.

Yes, sire.

They're gone.

Sit down.

Are you sure it's all right?

Well, you sat down
all the time you were King,

so I suppose
it won't matter now.

This one's about you.

Me?

It makes you my ward.

Ward?

That means
that as long as you live,

you'll have money to live on,

and if anybody's unkind
or cruel to you,

they've committed an offense
against the Crown.

- Ooh, Your Majesty!
- What's the matter?

[Tom] I just don't know
what to say.

[Edward] Oh, just say thank you.

This is good
for cracking nuts, isn't it?

[both laughing]

[trumpet music playing]