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You must choose.

Your brother, that's who he is.

Or your sons. You can't save both.

You don't mention my husband.

Neither have you.

Love was never part of the
arrangement between you and I, Henry.

Never part of your
arrangement, perhaps, Elizabeth.

First, I want to apologise
for any lack of respect

we may have shown to the Ambassador
of Burgundy and Bishop of Cambrai.

And for any lack of respect we may have
shown to Dr. Rodrigo Gonzalez de Puebla.

A random likeness.

Some fancy clothes.

Good hairdresser.

Do you think that's all
there is to being a king?

Of course not.

Because if you do, you're
a fool for all your cunning.

Though you did manage to deceive the Irish.

They followed your fine gold robes.

The Irish were not just following my robes.

They are not the most
sophisticated people in the world.

They don't even speak
English. They had to

read your message in
the rain and the stars.

You employ an astrologer yourself.
Does that mean you're not sophisticated?

It means I am more sophisticated

in my use of astrology.

Then what about my memories?
How could I know the things I've told you?

You could have borrowed or invented those.
Borrowed? From whom?

From the Duchess of Burgundy.

She was King Edward's sister. Which is
why it's so significant she recognised me.

But even she wouldn't know the secrets that
brothers and sisters share with each other.

You remember too well and too much.

It's all too like a lesson you've learned.

A performance.
And your performance is too perfect.

And the whole of Europe is
playing the same game with you.

Anyone who has ever wanted to
be a Thorn in my side has used you.

They're not your friends.
They're my enemies.

James of Scotland is my true friend.
He gave me his kinswoman in marriage.

Mmm. Mmm.

Lovely Catherine Gordon.

And do you think that she would have
married you if she'd had any choice?

Hmm? Or if she knew who you really are?

Perhaps you should ask her.

Well, perhaps I will,
after I've dealt with you.

That shouldn't take long.

There's no reason why I
shouldn't hang you here and now.

You are a fake.

You're a puppet, Perkin Warbeck.

You're a nobody from Tournai.

And you're a nobody from Wales...

who's only on the throne because you
won a battle and married my sister.

You've never made a decision in your life
without asking your mother's permission.

If anyone's a puppet,
I think you'll find it's you.

My lord!

Go on, Henry, kill me!
You can do that if you want to,

but it won't be the end of it.

I have a son.

A son of York.

The people will flock
to him when I am gone.

The consequences of this
revelation cannot be exaggerated.

If there really was a son,

the House of York would not
end with the death of this prisoner.

A complete impostor.

The son of a boatman.

The pawn of a duchess.

And yet he's turned the head of a queen.
So who is he?

Do you think he knows who he is himself?

I'm not sure. Do you know who you are?

Sometimes I believe I do.

So much of knowing myself
indeed is... from memories.

If the past is a memory,
then it partakes of a dream.

If it is a dream, then
it is just an illusion.

Who said that? I don't know.

I can't remember.

If the past is an illusion...

perhaps we need to go to the place
of the pretenders' dreams.

Go on.

Enter the world, the physical
world, where the murder happened.

If... if it happened...

Stones that are still
there, physically there,

in the present, where
it has tangible reality.

We have the pretender take us to the
very realms where those little boys... Yes.

See, physical reality has such
a power over the minds of men.

We can ask the king.

Rather we can tell him.

He should give us proper respect.

And if we need clarification and certainty,

then he must enable us to find it.

That will truly settle the
matter, one way or another.

It's just a room.
I don't see what difference it will make.

We have seen so much
contradictory evidence,

it is difficult to know
what to believe.

Let us observe his
behaviour in the very room

where the murders are
supposed to have happened.

Then we can make a judgement.
You shouldn't tell him which room it is.

Or give him the real reason for the move.

If we cannot be
reassured that the House of

Tudor is secure, then
we will take our leave.

And I will have to tell my king
and queen why I am returning

early without having secured
a match for their daughter.

It's not just whether
we believe him or not.

He disturbs the conscience of this country.

He's almost become its conscience.

The matter is, as always, entirely
in your hands, Your Majesty.

Don't do it, Henry.

If you agree, he'll bewitch you.

He'll bewitch everyone.
You might as well give up now.

Tell him, John!

I cannot do that, my lady.

What? What is this?

As the bishop said, it's my conscience.
I cannot pretend I don't hear it.

I want to know what
happened to those little boys.

Henry!

I will take my own counsel.
Thank you, Mother.

So this was to be the real test.

This would prove, once
and for all

if he was a prince or the most
brilliant impostor of all time.

It was well known that 16 years earlier,

the princes had been moved by
their uncle Richard to new quarters

somewhere high in the tower.

As their protector, he'd been the only

one with keys to their rooms.
Or so it had been supposed.

Certainly, their whereabouts had
remained a closely guarded secret.

That one.

Well, Doctor Argentine,
don't keep us in suspense.

Was this the room you visited?

Yes.

The door was kept locked.

At night, Edward would cry out in agony.

From the moment we were shown into this
room, he was sure we were going to die.

The flesh in his mouth
was being eaten away.

Women came with food, but they
didn't spend much time with us.

I don't know who they were.

Perhaps Lady Margaret can tell us.

You were here at court, weren't you?

I heard a rumour you tried to free us.

I heard that rumour, too.

I put my name to a plot to
rescue the princes, it's true.

But I wasn't in London at the time.

Richard found out and I had to stay away

Did they feed you well?

Often they would give us, uh, broth.

They hated it.

Edward ate it.

There wasn't much he
could eat that was solid.

Perhaps that's why
they kept bringing it.

But he got weaker.

I should have been the weaker one.
I was the one who wouldn't eat.

I begged them for something else
sometimes, but they didn't take any notice.

And he grew weaker, even though
he was eating and you were not?

Yes!

But you did say he was very ill already.

No, this was different.
He got sick to his stomach.

Could the broth have been poisoned?

They poison the princes.

Of course. Only Uncle Richard had access.

We want to know what happened
on the night you did not die.

I got into bed.

I went to sleep.

But not for long.

Edward was in so much pain.

He kept crying out, I couldn't bear it.

And then I heard them come in.

Are you now saying you were awake?

Being here was different
to the memory of being here.

There were two of them.

They went over to Edward's bed.

I was so frightened I
pretended to be asleep.

I hid my face.

I couldn't move.

But I could hear.

I didn't help him.

I didn't help him.

And they came for me.

As they picked me up. I was screaming.

What do you see?

Uncle Richard.

He was here.

Standing in the doorway.

He was here.

He put his arm around me.

Richard was away. He was touring
the country after his coronation.

He distanced himself. He went away.

He spared me.

My uncle spared me.
Why?

Because, like him, I was
the younger brother of a king?

Because I bore his name?

He was not a man of sentiment.

Perhaps he didn't have
a choice with Edward.

My brother was as good as dead.
It was an act of mercy to take his life.

The real murderer was
the one killing him slowly.

Before my eyes.

There was someone else who had access.

One of the women.

I... I...

I remember.
We've heard enough.

Take him away!

Your excellency.

My lady.

John!

You were here when the
princes were in the tower.

Did my mother spend any time with them?

I wasn't there at the end.

Before you left.

Speak, John!

When I was told to leave the tower,

I was promised that the
boys would be cared for.

Who made this promise? My lady Margaret.

So she was here? When I left, yes.

And is it true that Henry King
Richard had access to the tower?

Well?

The king and the lord constable.

Oh, really?

Wasn't Lord Stanley the
lord constable at that time?

I believe he was.

How interesting.

And before you left, John,

was Edward growing weaker?

If that will be all, my lord.

Yes. Thank you, John.
That will be all.

Why do people lie, Mother?

Many reasons.

To protect a loved one.

Protect them from what?

I've lived in fear for months.

Ever since Argentine's prophecy.

You will be in mortal danger all this
year from divisions within your kingdom.

It's not my people I need to fear.

And it's not even death.

It's the curse that you have brought on me.

On my record.
On everything that you have touched.

Perhaps even on my children.

What do you think I might have done, Henry?

You were here and you said you weren't!

Your husband had a key to the tower.
You lied to me.

I thought that I could trust you.

Of all people.

I don't know what you were going through
when I was growing up in exile,

but one thing that is becoming clear to me.

Is that more than you wanted to be with me

as a child, more than you
wanted peace for this country,

you wanted to be the mother of the king.
And you would stop at nothing.

Whatever you think of
me, the people want peace.

How can lasting peace be built
upon the murder of the rightful king?

Even if you didn't murder the
princes, you might as well have done.

Because you were here
and you said you weren't.

I have already lost my wife. And
now it seems I've lost my mother.

So now Henry had to face the
devastating implications of a fact

he'd long known. His
mother's husband had indeed

been constable of
England all those years ago.

So she had possessed the opportunity.

As well as the motive.

Were the seven hours a day she famously

spent in religious
devotion a desperate

penitence for the murder
of that young prince?

Or was she begging forgiveness
for the crimes she was yet to commit?

Although she was, strictly speaking,
a prisoner, Lady Catherine Gordon

was received with all the respect due to her
as a member of the Scottish royal family.

And also, perhaps, as
the next Queen of England.

My lady.

The pretender's wife and son have arrived.

It seemed the crown was
within the pretender's grasp.

- I'm sorry to wake you.

- Lady Margaret.

- I have to admire your achievement.

I hadn't realised quite
how clever you've been.

Your strategy has worked brilliantly.

You are believed all over Europe.

You've unsettled this
country in a time of peace.

You've turned my son's wife against him.

And the hardest part for me is
that you've made my son hate me.

- I didn't make your son hate you.

- Your wife and son are here.

You must be longing to see them
and tell Catherine what has happened.

Come!

I will take you to them.

Look at them sleeping.

My little grandsons.

The princes in the tower.

Of course, you realise once
you're king, you'll have to kill them.

- Will I?

- If you don't, they'll come back.

Little princes grow up.

That's what happens if
you spare a king's son.

He returns as you have
returned so convincingly.

You could do it now.

Everyone thinks you're locked up.

You're the last person
your sister would suspect.

Have I no surprises for you?

The poor, desperate Duchess.

She's taught you well.

She's turned you into the last prince.

You and the clever Duchess.

You've thought of everything.

Almost.

- I want to see my wife and son.

- Who are you?

Hmm.

You don't know, do you?

Well, I can help you.

Come with me.

What are you afraid of?

- Who are they?
- Ask them!

- Who are you?

- Try again.

- What is your name?

How long have they been here?

- What if I told you they'd
been here for 16 years?

How old do you think they are?

- Where did you get them?

- Look at this.

Cloth of gold.

Only a king can wear
cloth of gold, as you know.

And they're rather small.

Made for a coronation, perhaps?

I'd better give it back.

Shall we look for a birthmark?

Do you think he'd mind?

- Stop it!

Leave him alone!

- They love me.

I'm their only visitor.

They'd do anything for me.

You are not Richard of York.

And these creatures are the proof.

- Proof?

Proof that your son
has no right to be king.

And he knows it.

- He doesn't know about them.

I found them.

And they are no threat to Henry.

How could these creatures rule the country?

One of them had his tongue
cut out and then cauterised.

His brother saw it and
then swallowed his own

tongue so the same
wouldn't happen to him.

I found them when I came
here after Henry's coronation.

They'd been like that for years.

- You should have killed them.

- To kill is a mortal sin.

And besides, I thought
they might be useful one day.

Come on, fam.

You don't live in here like a monster.

How can a woman become such a monster?

- How dare you?

I learned it from men.

Henry's father raped me when I
was 12 years old to secure my land.

His birth ripped my 13-year-old
body apart and left me barren.

I've had four husbands and
changed allegiances many times.

Oh, I learned it from men.

And from every Yorkist I ever knew
that to be soft is to be brutalised.

- Take me to my family.

- You are too dangerous.

With you gone, Henry
and his dynasty can survive.

And this country can be at peace.

- You want me to die?

- No.

I don't want you to die.

Walk through that door and I will
bring those creatures out into the light.

- You wouldn't.

- My son hates me.

I have nothing to lose.

- You can't prove those
wretches are the princes.

- And you can't prove they're not.

- What about my son?

- If you go as a commoner,
I can guarantee his safety.

- As a commoner?

- If you go as a prince, he will
be hunted until the day he dies.

- And my wife?

- She and your son will be members of
this household for the rest of their lives.

And I shall say so to the ambassadors.

- Damn you.

- I have damned myself.

But you can save your soul.

- My name is Richard.

First let it be known that I was born
in the town of Tournai in Flanders.

And my father's name is called John Warbeck,
which said John Warbeck was controller

of the said town of Tournai.

And my mother's name is Catherine de Fara.

And my grandfather upon my
mother's side was called Peter de Fara.

- What did you do to him?

- Nothing.

- He refuses to see me.

- Elizabeth.

- My lord.

- I should like to think that this
matter may hurt you less one day.

His wife is to become a
member of our household.

- She's very lovely, isn't she?

- Yes.

- Does he really look like your brother?

Yes!
He does.

- What will he write
about it, do you think?

- He'll write what he's told to write.

Or perhaps he'll throw it all
on the fire once we've gone.

- So history won't tell the
true story that we've seen?

- Do you think we've seen
the true story, Cambrai?

Anyway, history will say what
someone decides it should say.

Or what Mr. More remembers
when he's older and lets hope braver.

- The king has asked
us to stay for a while.

- It's not over then.

- Apparently not.

- Perkin Warbeck.

It's not a real name, is it?

- If he isn't the prince, then who is he?

And why did he do it?

- Perhaps we'll never know.

- Perhaps those who know will never say.

Will you see him?

- Bishop Cambrai, if you would please come.

- I would like someone to
take a message to my son.

- Of course.

Tell him,

remember me.

Remember me by my own name.

Remember.

- I will, I will.

- Remember also,
there is a price.

For peace.

And we must all pay.

- I write that in your book, Mr. More,

- What I've written here may never be read.

Or if it is read, it may never be believed.

That is the nature of history.

And history is written by the Victors.

But this much the world knows.

The Bishop of Cambrai took a copy of the
confession home to the Duchess of Burgundy,

who had to concede
publicly that this, finally,

was the extinction
of the House of York.

In private, she maintained
until the day she died

that Perkin Warbeck
was her nephew, Richard.

Before he returned to Spain,

Dr. de Puebla agreed a contract of
marriage between Prince Arthur of England.

And the Infanta Catherine of Aragon.

Queen Elizabeth herself did not live long

after the death of the man
who called himself her brother.

She died in childbirth.

The rest of Henry's reign was
a time of fear and darkness.

He was never loved by the people.

After the death of the Queen,

Lady Catherine Gordon kept company
with the King for the rest of his life.

Lady Margaret Beaufort's lifelong
dream of a Tudor dynasty came true.

But it was not Arthur who went
on to be the next King of England.

It was Henry who, on his brother's
death, inherited a wife and a kingdom.

And as for me, I prosper in the court

of King Henry VIII.

But these events of so long ago still
haunt me and trouble my conscience.

Though I have lived long, I've never
encountered anyone as vivid or as memorable

as the man who was
hanged as Perkin Warbeck.

He was more like a prince
than any monarch I've ever met.

- One night in 1483, a
foul and stealthy deed

was said to have
taken place in this tower.

An act so horrific that it has been
known ever since as the Bloody Tower.

Two boys were held here
under the supposed protection of

their uncle, the man who
was to become King Richard III.

What happened to them was
a turning point in British history.

The cold-blooded murder of children,

killed to win the throne of England.

The boys were both the sons of Edward
IV, who had died just a few weeks earlier.

One was the new King, 12-year-old Edward V,

awaiting coronation
apparently safe in the tower.

The other was his younger
brother, the Duke of York.

Soon after their arrival at the
tower, they were seen playing outside,

but in time they were spotted only
rarely through the bars of the windows.

By July, 1483, they had disappeared.

Nearly 200 years later, an unexpected
discovery was made inside the tower.

In 1674, workmen clearing away
a stairway next to the White Tower,

discovered a box containing
the bones of two children.

All that remains here now is a wall plaque.

When tourists started
coming inside the Tower

of London in numbers
in the Victorian period,

obviously all of the places of historical
interest were pointed out to them,

and one of the things in
which there was most curiosity

was this famous story of the
bones of the princes in the tower.

And so this plaque was put up, and
the text of it makes out that, as I say,

the tradition of the tower
has always pointed out this

as the stair under which
the bones of Edward V

and his brother were
found in Charles II's time.

The bones discovered in the tower
were moved to Westminster Abbey,

where they have continued
to fascinate historians.

- Now, it was King Charles II who, in
1678, arranged for these bones to be buried

amongst their ancestors
in Westminster Abbey,

and who erected this urn
with its impressive inscription.

- The Latin text on the
tomb makes it quite clear

that Charles II believed
Richard III was the guilty man.

- Here lie the remains of Edward V, King
of England, and of Richard, Duke of York.

Their uncle Richard, who usurped the crown,

shut up these two brothers in the Tower
of London, smothered them with pillows,

and ordered them to be
dishonourably and secretly buried.

- If we could prove that they are the
princes and that they died at the ages

which they would have been in 1483,
then I think we can reasonably suppose

that Richard III was
responsible for their deaths.

Today, this is still a very hot issue.

And even in the face of
so much circumstantial

and actual evidence
against Richard III,

there are still many people who feel, yes,
he was a nice person, he had qualities,

he couldn't possibly
have murdered the princes.

I'm afraid the evidence
points the other way.

- This is not the view of
some of Richard III's supporters,

who are also visiting the Abbey today.

- We're members of
the Richard III Foundation,

and we're here today to lay a
wreath in memory of King Richard III.

Well, today is his 549th birthday,

and we're here because we
feel his life is worth celebrating

because he was a man who believed
in justice and was himself denied justice.

- There is not one shred of proof that
Richard murdered his nephews in the tower.

Nothing in nearly 500 years
has come to light to prove it.

We believe that Richard was
a victim of Tudor propaganda.

- There are two key questions
about the bones at Westminster.

Are they those of the princes, and can
they prove the date when they were killed?

In 1933, the bones were taken out
and examined in the Abbey by physicians.

The conclusion, that the size
and development of the bones

pointed to the older child being aged
12 to 13, and the other aged nine to 11.

This tallies with the ages of the
princes if they were murdered in 1483,

the likely date if Richard III killed them.

The structure of the jaws also
pointed to them being related.

Since this examination,
archaeological science has moved on

and people are calling
for the urn to be reopened.

- What needs to be done is
DNA testing on these bones

because we need to prove a
familial genetic link between

these bones and the bones
of other members of the family.

Some are buried in St. George's
Chapel, some in Westminster Abbey,

and the prince's sister,
Catherine Plantagenet,

is buried in Tiverton
Chapel in Devon.

- So the princes may have
a DNA connection in Devon,

but just as mystery
surrounds the princes,

there's also a big question
about where the bones

of their sister, Catherine
Plantagenet, may lie.

It's known she was buried in this church,

but the exact location is lost.

Archaeologist Tim
Young has arrived with

equipment to investigate
beneath the surface.

Like the princes in the tower,
Catherine was a child of King Edward IV.

She was a royal Princess and had
taken the title Countess of Devon.

Local historian Michael Martin believes
that an eyewitness account of her burial

points to the likely location of her tomb.

- The hope is that the
plinth is undisturbed

in its original position, and that
does fit, as I say, with the description,

not only of where the Princess wished to
be buried, but also the detailed accounts

that were given by the two
heralds who conducted her funeral.

- Michael believes that a later tomb was
placed on top of Catherine Plantagenet's,

but that hers is still below.

On the lower plinth, there are carvings that
could represent the Plantagenet dynasty.

The only way to see inside
the tomb without disturbing it

is with a fibre-optic video camera,
searching beneath the upper tomb.

The hope is to find a lead shroud
containing Catherine's preserved remains.

This could provide a vital DNA connection
with the bones in Westminster Abbey.

- We've got some lovely clear images here.

We've got the base now
here of this upper frieze.

So, perfectly smooth inner surface to that.

I'm with you.

And then moving on down, we can see
that the northern top is sloping out-wards.

- And this is the point at which we're
getting down almost to under the floor level.

- Almost down to under the floor levels.

- But then we're looking
on much below that.

- And then down into a jumble.

And it looks to me as if we've got.

At least one coffin very close to
the north wall. - Yes

with the top inclined, perhaps
buried, and maybe filled with straw.

That's extending across to the
south in a real jumble of planks.

We can't see the bottom of it at the moment.
- No, we can't.

- But there is no clear visual evidence

to confirm if one of
these is Catherine's coffin.

- Yeah, there's clearly
more research needed.

Nonetheless, nothing I've seen today

would alter the possibility that we
are looking at the Princess's tomb here.

- The search for Catherine's
tomb is just a small

step in a mystery that's
lasted over 500 years.

A DNA-comparison with her supposed brothers

in Westminster Abbey
could confirm once and for all

whether this urn really does
contain the Princes in the tower.

But will this ever clear
the name of Richard III?

- This is a murder mystery,

and there are many, many blind alleys

up which one can travel in trying
to sort it out and find a solution.

But I have to say that these
blind alleys lead nowhere

and that we come back to
the essential facts that all the

evidence that we have,
circumstantial and real evidence,

points to Richard being the
murderer of the Princes in the tower.

- Richard only held
the throne for two years.

In 1485, he met a
violent death himself on

Bosworth Field at the
hands of Henry Tudor.

He has left no grave.

The poignant story of the Princes in
the tower has formed part of the romantic

and often morbid
history of these buildings,

where it's often hard to
separate reality from myth.