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- Hi, hon!
- Hey.

Thank you.

- This is it then.
- Hmm.

- Nervous?
- A bit.

You'll be all right.

First in every
morning, last out.

How are my panda eyes?

They're fine. Bad night?

Er, no, this is actually me
after a good night's sleep.

I value each and every
member of my team

and I let head office know this.

But the new management have
pushed for a list of six of you

for the super team.

So, the names I've put
forward are Brodie...

- Jamie.
- Yes!

- Laura.
- Brilliant!

- Andy.
- Right!

- Daniel.
- Yeah!

And, er...

- Kirsty.
- Oh.

So congratulations to those six.

Let's have a few minutes
to digest everything

and then back to work.

I can't believe it.

- Not now.
- Yeah.

- No.
- Yeah, now.

Kirsty? She hasn't
been here five minutes!

I think you're very
competent and valued, Philippa.

But after careful
consideration, I have decided

that you are at the
right level for you.

Are you actually reading
from an hr manual?

No, no.

Look, we both know
you've had issues.

Me isn't skiving. I suffer
from chronic fatigue, Tony.

It's a real illness.

And yet have I ever
missed a deadline?

I thought it was time
to give the younger ones

a chance to shine.

Well, if you want people who
are good at being under 40,

I will admit I am
struggling there.

But so are you.

Hair wax isn't fooling anyone.

It's Clay, actually.

I can't face it.

What would improve
things for you?

A penis.

Well, you can have mine. It's
not very busy these days.

Trying to make me laugh
isn't helping much, John.

I just keep getting horrible
flashbacks to when I was ill.

Yeah, don't do anything
impetuous. That's all I ask.

We have two households to run
and we need your wages too.

Boys!

Wait a minute, are you
not eating with us too?

No. I'm, er, going out
for dinner with a woman.

Tomato sauce and salad.

Yes, I met her on
plenty of fish.

No, I don't know much about her.

John, please, can't
you rearrange?

I can't face having to
go to this play tonight.

Not on my own.
Boys, come on now!

Yes, I could, but
I'm not going to.

And one day, you'll
thank me for it.

Oh. You wearing that
jacket, are you?

Yes, I am.

Good luck, biggles.

- My guy's going down.
- My blues are terrible.

- Boys!
- Deploy my troops!

Dinner is served.

- Mum, what are you doing?
- Mum?

- What are you doing?
- You're not listening to me.

You're coming to the theatre.

You're going round
your grandma's.

Come on. Max, it's not me
that has to write that essay.

- Quicker.
- Crazy woman.

- Er, thank you! I wonder why.
- You're a crazy woman.

Don't copy your brother, raife.

Now is the winter
of our discontent

made glorious summer
by this son of York.

And all the clouds that
lour'd upon our house

in the deep bosom
of the ocean buried.

But I, that am rudely stamp'd,

and want love's majesty,

I, that am curtail'd of
this fair proportion,

cheated of feature by
dissembling nature,

deformed, unfinish'd,

sent before my time into
this breathing world,

scarce half made up,

and that so lamely
and unfashionable

that dogs bark at me
as I halt by them,

why, I...

In this weak piping
time of peace...

Have no delight to
pass away the time,

unless to spy my
shadow in the sun

and descant on
mine own deformity.

Therefore, since I
cannot prove a lover,

I am determined to
prove a villain.

Can we just stay here, please?

Look, I know it's tough when
you start a new school, Max,

but you've got to make
an effort, darling.

Just talk about the
play, yeah? Come on.

Hello. I'm Philippa, Max's mum.

- Oh, hi.
- Hi.

- Alex, Lucy's father.
- How do you do?

- Hey.
- And this is my wife, Susan.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- We were just trying to tot up

how many more the wicked
bugger's got to murder

before he gets his sticky
mitts on the crown.

I actually felt
quite sorry for him.

- Because of his hump?
- Oh, no.

It was, erm, all that stuff
about him feeling so ugly,

he couldn't look at
himself in the mirror.

Still, it's not real,
is it? It's just a play.

Yeah, but it's a
historical play.

Shakespeare was writing about
what was to him recent history.

Well, I just don't believe

someone would be that wicked
because of a disability.

Doesn't ring true to me.

And that's your critique
of Shakespeare, is it?

"Doesn't ring true"?

Well, see how you feel about him

after he murders his
two little nephews

in the second half.

I wish the bastards dead

and I would have it
suddenly perform'd.

What sayest thou? Speak
suddenly, be brief.

Your grace may do your pleasure.

Hmm.

Be happy then,
for it is done, my lord.

I think there be six
richmonds in the field.

Five have I slain
today instead of him.

A horse! A horse!

My kingdom for a horse!

God and your arms be
praised, victorious friends.

The day is ours.

The bloody dog is dead.

Sorry. Excuse
us. Come on, Lucy!

Mum, what are you doing? Mum!

Hello, Philippa.

Richard III died in 1485.

Shakespeare didn't write
his play until around 1593.

Sorry, I'm not following you.

You said Shakespeare was
writing about recent history.

He wasn't. He wrote it
over a hundred years

after Richard's death.

All right.

And they reckon he
probably made it up

that he was a hunchback.

But it's just a play, isn't it?

That's what I said.

Ok. Bye.

Max, come on.

I just don't like it

when people put others
down for no reason.

So, your dad's got a
new girlfriend then?

Her name's Sarah
and she likes seafood,

so dad's taking her
to a fish restaurant.

He'll have the steak.

If it's a call,
introduce yourself.

If it's a man, I
talk about the footy.

But throughout all your
conversations, remember,

put on a happy face, and smile.

It's on the phone, Tony.

Well, your voice can
still have a smile in it.

"Hello. And how are you today?"

Thank you, Kirsty. Yes.

You don't have to see a smile
to know that it's there.

Very important.
Please, continue.

If it's a new client,
say something to disarm them.

"Sorry, I've been a
bit hectic today."

Or if it's towards
the end of the week,

tell them about how much
you're looking forward to...

If they're
an existing client,

do make sure that you offer
them new opportunities

or alternative
campaign strategies.

That's good, but you
don't want to get trapped.

So, what you need is an...

Exit strategy.

- Come on. Quick, quick, quick.
- Morning, boys.

- Quick, quick, quicker.
- Quick as you like.

- Gym bag.
- Thank you.

Ok, mind your head.

Don't let the bastards
grind you down.

- Thanks.
- Bye, mum.

- Bye, mum.
- Bye.

Hi, erm, do you have any
books on Richard III?

- The king?
- I know who you mean.

Historical books, not
Shakespeare, please.

We have eight titles.

Yes, please. I'll take them.

Which ones?

All of them.

Thank you.

Look, I...

I know you're some sort
of apparition, so...

You can just go away
and leave me alone.

Please.

This is private property.

What is it
you're going to see?

- Skyfall. James Bond.
- Oh.

- Mum?
- Yes, darling?

Can you actually get
a licence to kill?

Max says you can.

You just get a form from the
post office and apply for it.

- Like a driving licence.
- You can't, can you, mum?

- No, he's being daft.
- They only cost 15 quid.

Max!

You sure you
don't wanna come?

No. I'm gonna put my feet up.

Enjoy the film.

- See you later.
- Bye, mum.

Bye, boys.

They love to paint
him as some kind of monster,

devoid of compassion and pity.

But I read a
contemporary article

from the croyland
chronicle the other day...

Ah, the croyland.

That noted and oft-quoted
medieval organ.

...About when king
Richard lost his only son.

"On hearing the news of
his death at Nottingham,

where they were then residing,

you might have seen
his father and mother

in a state almost
bordering on madness

by reason of their
sudden grief."

And then, a few months later,

his own wife dies
of tuberculosis.

Poor man. Must've
been heartbroken.

Doesn't sound much like
Shakespeare's villain.

Thank you. And this is just
the circumstantial stuff.

We have facts. We
have hard evidence

to refute every accusation

that Richard's detractors
would put to us.

If we ever get the opportunity.

Exactly! But we're
shouting into the void

- and nobody's listening.
- Oh, shut up.

Thank you.

Because Shakespeare's play is
more attractive than the truth.

I'm sorry, my name's Philippa.

You must be the
Richard III society.

Correct!

Brackets, Edinburgh
branch, close brackets.

At your... disposal.

There's so many people who seem
to take such a dim view of him.

They do indeed.

Well, they can't all
be wrong, can they?

Have you ever heard
gossip about yourself

and thought, "how can
they say that about me

when they don't even know me?"

Most of what is
written about king Richard

is based on tudor history

because Henry vii won
the battle of bosworth.

If you get in
quick with the first lie,

and repeat it often enough,
then it becomes the truth.

And Richard wasn't around
to defend himself, was he?

I'd like to join your society.

Oh, hail fellow well met!

You must commune
with us, Philippa.

I'm about to procure a round of
hook Norton's old hooky ales.

Oh, thanks. I'll just have
a ginger beer, please.

"If you can bear to
hear the truth you've spoken

twisted by knaves to
make a trap for fools,

or watch the things you
gave your life to, broken,

and stoop and build them up

with worn-out tools."

I'll get the drinks in.

Six pints of old hooky ale,

and a ginger beer, please.

He's very eloquent. Does
he work in a theatre?

No. Carphone warehouse.

Just till he gets back
on his feet again.

You sure you want
to join this group?

You look quite normal.

I'm not.

So, why are you all
interested in Richard III?

Everyone has their own
reasons, I suppose.

But the one thing that
binds us ricardians

is that we stand united
against lies and falsehoods,

whether they be peddled
on tudor printing presses

or on Twitter.

- What about you?
- Oh. Not quite sure.

I'd quite like to pay
my respects, though.

You know, maybe visit
his grave one day.

Oh, you'll have a
job. There isn't one.

Depending on who you talk to,

he was either thrown
into the river soar

or his mortal remains
are lost to history.

- Hi, mum.
- Hey. How was it?

- Really good.
- Yeah?

- M dies at the end.
- Oh, great.

- Forty people were killed.
- Yeah?

But James Bond only killed

- 17 people.
- Right.

Which means 23 of them were
killed by unlicensed people.

Oh. Oh, dear. Er, don't
get too comfortable.

It's a school night. Remember?
Go on, I'll be up in a minute.

Goodnight.

- Night, Max.
- Goodnight.

Did you manage to relax?

Yeah, it was nice
and quiet, really.

You went out?

Yeah, just to the corner shop.

For... tomatoes.

Right. I'm away home.

- Goodnight.
- Night.

Mum, you look like a panda.

Oh, thanks, darling.

Don't go to work today, mum.

Stay at home until
you feel better.

Thanks, sweetheart.
Think I will.

Look after your
brother, all right?

I have a condition...

Which I have to manage.

It's called me and, erm...

It flares up when I'm stressed.

It's funny, people find out
this one thing about you

and that's all they can see.

But there's more
to me than that.

I've been trying to work
out why you're here.

I'm wondering if it's
because you're lost.

- Hi.
- Hi.

We think you might be having
some sort of breakdown.

We think you need
to talk to someone.

Sorry, is this some
kind of intervention?

No. You haven't
answered our calls,

you haven't answered our texts.
What have you been doing?

And you should know Tony's
saying that you left

because of your health.

He says he's been covering up
the extent of your me for years.

How can he say that?
It's not even true.

But you're not there to defend
yourself though, are you?

Do you know the principle
"innocent until proven guilty"

was introduced 500 years ago?

By Richard III, actually.

No.

No, neither did I until
about two days ago.

Excuse me.

Where are you going?

- Not back to work.
- What'll you do, Phil?

I don't know. Maybe,
erm... have an adventure?

Jessica,
nice to meet you.

Pleased to meet
you too, Philippa.

Welcome to the king
Richard family.

You wrote to me about
greyfriars church and the king?

Yes, nobody now knows where
the church is located,

but you believe that's
where they buried Richard

after the battle of bosworth?

All the sources suggest
he could have been.

My guess is he'd
be under the choir.

It's the part of the
church where they buried

- all the important people.
- Ah, ok.

Er, but, you know, you
really should have a word

with Graham naismith.

He's an amateur
historian I came across.

Lives over there in cornwall.

- Mum!
- Yes, in here. Hey, love.

Did you stay at home all day?

No, I wasn't feeling very well.

- I'm feeling much better now.
- What's for dinner?

Erm, I don't know. I haven't...
I'll do it in a minute.

Can we just order some pizza?
Max knows how to do it.

Yes, ok. Take my
card, it's just there.

Don't tell your dad, ok?
Where is he, by the way?

Entertaining his female suitor.

Ah, makes sense.

I was talking to Jessica
in San Diego and she said

you were the man to speak
to about Richard's grave.

Ah, the holy grail.

Well, if you're
interested in all that,

I can send you a
link if you like.

Oh, Graham, that'd be...
That'd be fantastic, thank you.

The key is to find
Robert herrick's garden.

- Whose?
- Robert herrick.

He was a former
mayor of Leicester

who supposedly built a shrine
in the grounds of his mansion

in the early 1600s to Mark the
spot where Richard was buried.

Sorry, Graham, I can't
help noticing your hair.

It looks a lot
like Richard III's.

Is that deliberate?

Yes.

Robert herrick was mayor
of Leicester in 1593

and I think again in 1605.

There's a map somewhere
in the city archives

which shows where
he built his mansion

and the layout of the grounds.

Graham this is all
so useful. Thank you.

I really like your hair
like that, by the way.

It's like I've been sitting
here talking to Richard himself.

"naked of all clothing
and laid upon horseback

with the arms and legs
hanging down on both sides,

the body of king
Richard was brought

to the Abbey of monks
franciscans at Leicester."

"A miserable spectacle."

- Did the boys get off ok?
- Er, yeah, fine, fine.

You know, I've got a
good feeling about today.

Do you?

Well, I mean, if Tony's
sending you on this course

then he obviously still
thinks highly of you.

Yeah, no, I wouldn't get
too excited, it's just...

And you'll be back by 7:30?

I've got to be away by
then, 7:45 the latest.

Yeah, I know. Don't wanna keep
seafood Sarah waiting, do we?

Pardon?

Ok, bye.

As you've probably worked out,

I'm not going on a work
training day thing.

Going to Leicester,
for a lecture.

About you, actually.

In fact, today's all about you.

You're quite young,
aren't you? Thirty-two.

Same age as Alexander
the great when he died.

I'm...

Forty-five.

I've been told I could
easily pass for 37.

Well, some days, I feel like 97.

I was reading that you were an
advocate for the printing press

at a time when it was considered
the work of the devil.

And those same machines

were used to print
lies about you.

Five hundred years of lies.

Upon Edward iv's death,

Richard put the king's
young sons, his own nephews,

in the tower of London.

Then he made his move.

First he put it about that
these boys were illegitimate.

Then on June the 26th,

he declared himself
king Richard III.

The classic coup d'etat.

And of course, the
princes in the tower

were never seen
or heard of again.

- Er...
- Oh. Yes?

Sorry, but his nephews
were illegitimate.

Edward iv had already
married lady Eleanor Butler,

so his marriage to
the princes' mother,

Elizabeth woodville,
was unlawful.

Those boys would never
have been crowned.

They were born out of
an illegal marriage.

Madam, on the royal
family's own website,

you will find Richard
listed there as a usurper.

Then people are
being misinformed.

There's actually no
contemporary evidence

to say he murdered the princes.

Tyrrell's admission
that he killed the boys

on Richard's orders?

Or the writings of the
Italian courtier Mancini.

Unsupported tudor propaganda.

And wilful misrepresentation
of Mancini.

Respectively.

I strongly feel that he's
innocent of their murders.

Oh, you "feel" strongly.
You have a feeling.

A hunch, perhaps?

Like Richard?

Actually, no one who met
him when he was alive

said he had a hunchback.

The opinions
of the greatest historians

of the modern age are in
almost unanimous agreement

that Richard III, who of
course met his ignominious end

not ten miles away
from where we now sit,

was a usurper and,
all things considered,

a pretty unsavoury individual.

The evidence is that...
That he brought the country

the strong leadership it needed
after the death of his brother

and went on to create a
fairer and more just society.

Perhaps you might
tell us your name?

Erm...

Philippa... Langley.

And you're from?

The Richard III society.

Oh, the fan club.

Well, thank you,
Philippa Langley.

But you might like to know
that the study of history

is an academic discipline

based upon rigorous and
dispassionate research

so that one might take
the evidence and study it

and then draw conclusions,
rather than the other way round.

Now, that's not a feeling,
that's a fact. Hmm.

Dr ashdown-hill.
I've read your book.

I was wondering if you'd
sign my copy, please.

Of course! Well done,
by the way, dear.

You stood your ground.

You pay no attention to
him, pompous old queen.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

There's a woman in her
60s living in Canada,

and a cabinet maker in clapham

who've got more claim to
the throne than Henry vii.

- Or any of the other tudors.
- Pardon?

I've just spent
the last 18 months

tracing the mitochondrial
DNA of Richard's sister

all the way down to their
present-day descendants.

I'm about to
publish the results.

That's amazing!

Er, actually, I was wondering
if I could ask you something.

We'll have to walk and talk.

- Of course.
- I'm already late.

What I wanted to say
is that you've so inspired me,

I want to try and find
greyfriars church.

Oh,
that's long since gone.

No, that disappeared
centuries ago.

Right. Well, we know

it had to be on a
main thoroughfare

so the friars could beg
alms from passers-by, right?

And that's to the south
of st Martin's church.

Now the cathedral,
which is to the east

- of the old city wall...
- Taxi!

Yes, that's very impressive.

I know what you're
really looking for,

and, er, it's not an old church.

Oh?

Well, I wish you
the best of luck.

Plenty have tried to
find him and failed.

Gateway house, please.

Well, er, do you
have any advice?

There's a good chance Richard
is under a shopping centre,

forever entombed in a
concrete pile beneath topshop.

Right.

But when the
dissolution occurred,

the friaries and monasteries

were still regarded
as sacred places.

People are very superstitious
about things like that.

So, although they
may have rebuilt

the surrounding buildings,

the site of a church like
greyfriars, for instance,

was often left undisturbed.

So what are you saying?

Look for an open space.

Ok. Thank you. All right.

"From this spot were
scattered into the river soar

the remains of Richard III."

What was that? On the bridge?

- I thought it'd be funny.
- Well, it wasn't.

Sorry, did you just talk?

How come you've
never spoken before?

You've never asked
me anything before.

Right.

Wait, you don't happen to
know where you are, do you?

- Might help.
- Watch out.

You were dead. Sorry.

- Are you lost?
- Sorry?

Erm...

Excuse me, could you, erm...

Could you tell me what that
letter represents, please?

Just means reserved.

It's the social
services car park.

That bay's reserved for
one of the managers.

Of course. Reserved.

Thanks.

Oh.

Oh, shit. Shit.

Thanks.

Shit, shit.

Oh, fuck. Sorry.

No! No! No, no, no!

Oh, no!

I'm so sorry.

Glass?

I'd better not.

No, don't want to be ill for,
er, work tomorrow, do we?

Was Sarah ok?

Sarah's fine. Sarah's normal.

Tony rang.

I know you haven't been in
work for the last two weeks.

I'm not actually that
bothered that you lied to me

or selfishly ruined my evening,
but what about the boys?

I told you we can't afford
for you to be out of work.

I know, I know.

It's none of my business, but
were you with someone today?

No, absolutely not.

Sorry, what do you mean, John?

Well, I... you're clearly
hiding something from me.

I mean, where were you today?

- Erm, Leicester.
- Leicester?

Look, I've had an idea.

Now, just listen.

It's not as mad as it's...
Probably going to sound,

but, erm, well, I've been
doing a lot of research.

All the information
I need to find him,

well, it's all out
there but it's in...

Lots of different little pieces
scattered all over the place

and I... I don't think anybody's
brought it all together before,

but I...

I know I can find him.

Who?

Richard.

Richard who?

Sorry, the third.

The king?

If I can find
him, I can give him a voice.

I think you need help.

John, if you...

If you could just understand
the way it's made me feel.

You know, when I'm in the
middle of my research,

when I'm thinking about
what I can do for him, I...

I feel energised.

I feel happy.

- Do you?
- Yes.

And this, is that why
you wanted me to leave?

Because I didn't make you
feel energised or happy?

- You walked out, John.
- It was constructive dismissal.

Always looking for something,

isn't that what you always
used to say about me?

Well... well, now I actually am.

Richard III.

I remember there was a picture
in the textbook at school

of Richard, and
he creeped me out.

It's the evil hunchback that
killed the princes in the tower.

Yes, but he didn't kill his
nephews and he wasn't evil.

I don't believe he
even had a hunchback.

That's all stuff the tudors put
about to trash his reputation.

He was a good man.
I'm convinced of it.

But nobody's interested.

If I can find him,
then they would be.

What are you talking about?

Ok, imagine this.
You're Henry vii.

You're... you're the new
king and you need everyone

to hate the king that
came before you, Richard.

So you'd think that in your
first speech to the country,

which was recorded in the
parliamentary archives,

that you might mention
the fact that he'd killed

those two little
princes, wouldn't you?

But he doesn't.

You're starting to
sound slightly mad.

He doesn't mention them. Why?

Because they must've
still been alive.

You know, I... I think
you might be right.

If he didn't kill them and
he wasn't a hunchback...

Oh, my god, I think I've got it.

Of course, the hump.

He must've stuffed the princes
up the back of his jumper!

There, you've cracked it!

Hello? Yes, I'd like
to speak to, erm,

Richard Buckley, please.
Archaeological services.

Stay wide.
Keep your shape.

Support the scrum half.

I just thought as a Leicester
company, you might be

interested in sponsoring
the search for a king.

Hello, er, this is a message
from Philippa Langley

for Richard Buckley.

Think there's a dig that
he might be interested in.

My phone number is
07... Oh, my god!

- Did you see that?
- He's fine.

Oh, my god, darling, are you ok?

Please don't
take this the wrong way.

No.

But even from my perspective,

this is starting to look a bit
like an unhealthy obsession?

I can't believe
you just said that.

I'm doing this for you.

Do you know what
people say about you?

I'm sure it's not
particularly flattering.

Do you know who
William Shakespeare is?

Ok, well, he was a
very celebrated writer,

and everyone thinks he's amazing
and he wrote a play about you.

And there's this bit
where you're supposedly

- talking about yourself.
- Go on.

"So lame and unfashionable

that dogs bark at me
as I halt by them."

You're so weird, that
you even freak out dogs.

That's a bit harsh.

Thank you for your enquiry,

but this is not something
we wish to pursue.

Unfortunately, we are
unable to assist you.

This is not the
sort of project...

Is this a joke? It's
getting rather annoying.

- The answer is no.
- Sadly, no.

Unfortunately, your
application has been rejected.

Your enquiry was
not appropriate.

The answer is no.

As you all know, I've
been doing some research

into finding king
Richard's grave,

with the intention of
giving him a proper burial

with a royal coat
of arms on his tomb

and restoring him to his
rightful place in history.

And a "hey, nonny nonny" to you.

Well, for personal reasons,

I'm going to have to suspend
my research indefinitely...

This is a travesty!
You can't stop now!

- I won't allow it!
- Keith!

If you don't mind me saying,

perhaps the kindest thing
is to set the girl free.

Many a ricardian,

and I'm certainly not looking
at you, you personally,

has wandered down that same path
only to discover little more

than the calcified remains
of his own ambition.

What's happened, Philippa?

I've been trying to
generate interest

from possible sponsors,
but I haven't had any luck,

and I can't get through to a
guy called Richard Buckley,

a Leicester archaeologist.

Philippa, I used
to live next door

to the lord mayor of Leicester.

The current lord mayor.
We used to be neighbours.

Well, anyway, my
mind's made up on this.

I could ask him if he'd help.

Dad, how heavy is 330 pounds?

Hello! Is anyone in there?

About two of me.

And that's how heavy
the Cannon balls are.

And they could fire
them two miles!

Imagine one of
those landing on your foot.

- Hey.
- Hi, mum.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Found him yet?
- Very funny.

So, how are you?

Psoriasis is back on my elbows.

Work's a bit shit,

but just trying to make the
best of it, like everyone else.

Well, almost everyone else.

I spoke to awusi, from work.

Hmm! And what did
she have to say?

I should know my place?
Start baking cakes?

People do like cake.

Hmm.

John, I... I need to
ask you to do something.

No.

You don't know what
it is I'm gonna say.

Well, whatever it is, no.

I need you to let your flat
go and move back in with us.

- Are you serious?
- Yes.

I feel like I'm being
cuckolded by a ghost.

John, I just... I
really need to do this.

I'm sorry.

It's colossal, isn't it, dad?

It is.

The thing about mons Meg
is it soon became obsolete

because it was so heavy, they
couldn't move it anywhere.

So it wasn't so much a
colossal gun in the end

as a colossal waste of time.

He was talking to you,

but really he was
saying that to mum.

Ok, boys, it's nearly time
for the one o'clock gun.

- Shall we go?
- Yeah.

The grass
is always greener

- for you, Philippa, isn't it?
- Hurry up, raife.

Other women seem perfectly
happy with their lot.

I don't think they are.

Is, erm, is that the picture
you were shown at school?

- That one?
- Yes.

The tudors doctored
that painting.

Really?

It was x-rayed and proved
that they retouched it

to make him look evil.
Look at the thumb.

It's been sharpened into a
claw. They narrowed his eyes

and made his lips
thinner and meaner.

That is what he
really looked like.

Normal eyes, normal
mouth, normal thumb. See?

Yes, but how can you
possibly find him on your own?

And even if you do, what then?

You're trying to
make him perfect.

He wasn't. None of us is.

We always try to
demonise people,

or sanctify them.
You know, we're...

You know, we're
all in the middle.

I mean, I'm sure Mother Teresa

left the top off the
milk now and then.

And, er, I'll bet
that genghis Khan

occasionally picked
up bits of litter.

Yeah. Human.

Not perfect and not
a... Not a demon either.

You always do
the same thing, Philippa.

You pretend to ask me something,

but the truth is, you just
put a gun against my head.

Hi. Er, Philippa Langley here
to see mr Buckley, please.

And which company are you from?

Oh, no. I'm not with a company,
but he is expecting me.

Cheers.

Erm, actually,
sorry. You don't...

You don't happen to have
a knife, do you, at all?

You're gonna have to take this
meeting on your own, Mathew.

I've got too much to do.

The bloody thing's been
forced on us anyway.

Richard, this is
Philippa Langley.

- Hello. Richard Buckley.
- Hello. Erm...

This is my deputy,
Mathew Morris.

Sorry, can I sit down, please?

Er, yes, there,
of course. Erm...

Thank you.

Is anything...
Anything the matter?

So sorry, I've got me
and it's a real illness.

It... it comes on
at times of stress.

Would you like a glass of water?

Yes, please,
that'd be lovely. Thank you.

- Would you like to reschedule?
- No.

Erm, actually, I've...
I've... got a cake for you.

- Not for me.
- Thank you very much.

It's,
er, lemon drizzle.

Your receptionist
gave me a knife.

Thank you.

- Thank you so much.
- Pleasure.

So you're a friend of the mayor?

- No.
- Oh, I thought...

My friend used to live next
door to him, so I sort of...

I sort of used
him to get to you.

- And it worked.
- Hmm.

- So, er, what is it you wanted?
- Thank you.

Erm...

I've... I've got a
archaeological proposal

about Richard III that might...

I hope would be of
interest to you.

Ok.

I'm planning to raise the
funds to pay you, of course.

Ok.

Do you want me to start
talking about it now?

Please do.

- I want to dig for Richard.
- For Richard?

Yes.

And what is it you
want to dig for?

Richard.

The third.

Yes, in connection
with Richard III,

what is it you're
hoping to find?

Him. Him.

- Him?
- Yes.

I think I know where he is.

I'm really sorry. I
think I need some air.

Oh, of course.

- I'm so sorry.
- Let me help you.

- Would you mind?
- Could you?

- Yes, of course. Of course.
- There we are.

There we go.

- Thank you.
- That's the way.

So, where
do you think he is?

It's my understanding that his
remains were thrown into...

He wasn't thrown
into the river soar.

I read that in your book

and that rumour has
been since discredited.

Well, you may well be right.
He may be out there somewhere.

But even if we... Even
if we can pinpoint

where greyfriars once stood,

finding him would be
virtually impossible.

Literally finding a needle in
a haystack would be easier.

Well, according to the
historian John ashdown-hill,

the site of greyfriars

would probably still be
an open space somewhere.

So, can you help me?

No.

- Oh.
- I don't look for people.

If you go and look
for a single thing...

He just called me a thing.

Please don't call him that.
He is a person, not a thing.

Ok, I'm just saying,

I don't go looking for
one specific thing.

He just said it again.

- You just said it again.
- Sorry.

Er, the point I'm trying to make

is that's not how
archaeology works.

All right, well, erm...

Well, how about we
look for a church?

The whole church,
not just Richard?

What can you show us to back
up any of what you're saying?

Actually, would you
mind? Thank you so much.

Well, here's the relevant
parts of my research.

Well, why don't you
leave this with me,

- and I'll get back to you?
- Of course, yes.

I've got copies.
You can keep that.

Thank you.

- So, are you feeling better now?
- Much.

Goodbye, mr Buckley.

- Richard.
- The third, yes.

No. That's my name. Richard.

Of course it is.

Goodbye, Richard.

- Thank you for the cake.
- My pleasure.

- Bye, Mathew.
- Goodbye.

- Yes.
- Thank you.

I'll tell the lord mayor's
office that we've met her,

duty done, and email her
thanks, but no, thanks.

Yep, ok.

It's funny. I do
enjoy talking to you.

If it's to tell me
again how ugly I am,

i'd, er, rather
you didn't bother.

There's something I've
been meaning to ask you.

- The princes in the tower.
- Hmm.

- Your nephews.
- What about them?

Well, what... What
happened to them?

What do you think
happened to them?

I don't know.

Well, lots of people say you
killed them or had them killed

so you could become king, but...

Did you?

You're really asking me that?

Well, I know Edward
also had five daughters.

And then there was your
older brother George's son.

And your sister had seven sons,

and they all had
claims to the throne.

So if you killed one, you'd
have to kill them all.

And that's what I tell people.

No. I... I'm sorry.

Please don't go. I'm just
trying to understand.

I'm sorry.

- Hey.
- How did it go?

Erm, hard to say. Ok,
I think. I don't know.

It's just, suddenly,
it feels like, erm...

Well, it's a bit
scary because it's...

I feel it's the last-chance
saloon, you know?

How'd it go with,
erm, sea... Sarah.

Yes, go on, seafood Sarah.

I know what you and
the boys call her.

- Sorry.
- Anyway, we split up.

Oh, no! Why?

Because she bored the
bloody pants off me.

A bit too normal, then.

Every sentence started
with, "to tell the truth."

Why would she automatically
assume I thought she was lying?

Nothing else?

- She had big feet.
- There it is.

You know, er, Richard III,

he may have been, er,
a wise and just leader

and I'm sure had
he lived longer,

he would've avoided
all the bloodshed

of the reformation and,
you know, whatever.

But would he have
sold his collection

of sex pistols memorabilia to
help pay for a new kitchen?

Oh, yeah, absolutely. All
day long. No question.

Would he have driven
15 miles, on a Sunday,

to a service station to
buy his pregnant wife

a greggs cheese and onion pasty?

No, he would've ridden
there. On his white steed.

That's what he would have done.

Do we really want to go
down that path again?

- Probably not.
- No.

- Night, love.
- Goodnight.

Sleep well.

How did it go?

"The university faces
challenging times."

"Profound regret.
Blah-di-bloody-blah."

They're shutting us down?

They've withdrawn
their funding. Fuck!

I've just ordered new
laptops for everyone.

We're not shutting down, ok?

Instead of working exclusively
for the university,

we'll just have to find
funding from other sources.

Mathew, did you send that
email to, er, Philippa?

The cake lady?

Er, no, I don't
think I have yet, no.

Good. Don't. Arrange
another meeting.

When I got the call, I
was convinced it would be,

- "thanks, but no, thanks."
- Oh, no, no, no.

- Don't be silly.
- It's a new era for us.

We are available for
hire. Ah, there we are.

Oh, wow.

So, that's st Martin's
church. Now the cathedral.

That's Robert herrick's garden.

We found it in the
council archives.

I've heard about this map, but
I never thought I'd see it.

What's that there?

Some sort of garden
feature. A pagoda?

Well, herrick was
rumoured to have a king

buried in his back garden.

A circular feature with
four pathways leading to it

says, "come and have a
look at what I've got."

Hmm!

It's hard to be precise
about where that is, though.

Erm, maps from that long ago
very often weren't to scale.

Right.

What about if we
just superimpose this

over a modern map?

No, that won't work because...

Well, I don't know
why not, actually.

Erm, has that been
done before, Mathew?

- Worth a try, surely?
- Hmm.

Hmm.

So, here
is the modern map.

And here's the old one.

Er, Leicester cathedral was
then, erm, at st Martin's.

Friar Lane is, er...

Oh, still the same, just,
er, spelt differently.

Now, cank street.
Where's cank street?

Cank street is now st Martin's.

And, er, high street
is southgates.

Well, if the
herrick map is accurate...

And to scale.

...Whatever it
is in herrick's garden

is now right in the middle of
the social services car park.

It's still an open space.

Perhaps we should
start looking there.

For greyfriars.

If we're saying this is
about finding the church,

then on that basis... I'm in.

Thank you.

- It won't be cheap.
- I'll raise the funds.

You need the council
to help with that

- and with all the permits.
- I'll help.

I know.

I'm Sarah levitt and I'm
head of arts and museums

for Leicester city council.

And now Philippa is here

to answer any queries
that we may have.

Thank you.

Philippa. Martin Peters.

I run an organisation which
promotes leicestershire.

- Hi.
- What's your funding plan?

Well, I wanted to put it out to
a number of interested parties,

including yourself.

Erm, the council,
Leicester university.

And then hopefully
make up any shortfall

by pitching it to
potential sponsors.

Richard Taylor, Leicester uni.

Now, we, potentially,

might have some funding
we could put in.

But I'm concerned
about your costs.

I mean, radar
survey of the site.

Digging up the car park.

Paying for everyone's
car parking

whilst the dig is
being carried out.

Reinstating the car park.

I mean... what is your budget?

Forty, 50k?

Thirty-five.

And the rest?

The thing is, we don't know

how long the car park will
remain just that, a car park.

There are rumours

that the site might be
sold and redeveloped.

And then that chance
is gone forever.

I... I believe that this is a
very important historical site.

I've the strongest
feeling about this.

You see, for me, a
feeling is what you get

when you sit on a bus
seat that's still warm.

Supposing, against all the
odds, that you do find a body,

that you believe to be
that of Richard III,

how can you possibly
prove that it's him?

Well, actually...

Because it's got
all the hallmarks

of being a wild-goose chase.

If you could just
let Philippa answer.

Thank you.

Actually, erm, the
historian John ashdown-hill

has traced living
descendants of Richard's

back through 500 years

of the female
mitochondrial DNA line.

So... a simple DNA test
would establish definitively

whether any remains were his.

Any other questions? No?

Thank you, Philippa.

If you'd like to
wait downstairs,

we'll discuss this further.

Sure. Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Now, I'm sure this
woman means well,

but it's important
to acknowledge

that she's an amateur.

And she has an emotional dynamic

which I don't think
is very helpful.

My concern is for the
reputation of the university,

should this whole
thing become a fiasco.

Huh! I mean, Richard III,
under a car park.

- Hi.
- Hi.

It's been approved.
Congratulations.

- What? No!
- Yes.

- No!
- Yes.

Oh, and you are
also fully funded.

Martin Peters from
leicestershire promotions

has agreed to give
you the full 35k.

He thinks the publicity
would be great for the city,

- and I agree.
- Oh, my goodness.

Oh, thank you so much.

Now, can I give you
a piece of advice?

Of course, yes.

Please don't mention
your feelings again.

Right, yes, of course.

- I keep doing that.
- Yes.

People love to use that as
a stick to beat you with.

- Especially if you're a woman.
- Of course. Thank you so much.

This is the equivalent of
someone with a homemade rocket

saying they're gonna
reach the moon.

That's how we
should look at this.

Be hilarious if she actually
found him though, wouldn't it?

Would it? Be hilarious?

- Hello.
- She seemed nice.

Sarah? Yeah, she is. Very.

Erm...

I didn't think I was
gonna see you again

after, you know,
the other night.

I'm sorry, I... I mean, I
know it's a touchy subject.

I believe you, by the way.

I definitely don't think
you did... kill them.

Just to clear that up.

I thought you were really
impressive with those people.

Thank you.

Exciting, isn't it?

I think it's a waste
of money. In my experience,

you hardly ever get anything
definitive from radar surveys.

Results from the radar
survey. All negative.

Well, that can't be right.

They didn't spot anything, John.

There's no walls, no
foundation, no graves.

There must've been something
there before the car park.

There's no way they'll let
me go ahead with the dig now.

What does Richard say?

- Richard?
- Hmm.

- Why don't you ask his opinion?
- He doesn't mean me.

- Buckley?
- Hmm.

Richard Buckley, yes, of course.

I did warn you.

Yes, I know. I know.

But what do we do now?

Well, have you spoken to
Sarah levitt this morning?

No. Why?

More bad news, I'm afraid.

Leicestershire promotions
have pulled out.

But that's all our funding.

Sarah did say the council will
still support you for now,

but you're gonna need to raise
new finance very quickly.

Well, what about
Leicester university?

Surely with you involved,
they can't just ignore me?

Leicester university is not a
benevolent seat of learning.

It's a business.

And they've recently
dispensed with my services.

Oh, Richard, I'm so
sorry. I had no idea. I...

Have faith in your
research, Philippa.

Have faith in yourself.

If you're asking if I'm
still in, the answer's yes.

Thank you. Thank you, Richard.

Yes, bye.

Hooray for Richard Buckley.

At least he hasn't abandoned us.

- What about the funds you need?
- I don't know, really.

I... suppose I'll have
to think of something.

The main thing is that they
haven't closed us down.

Completely.

- Dad?
- Yes, raife?

Mum talks to herself.

Well, we all do.

Er, a few blisters, but, er...

- Well?
- He's asking too much for it.

What you wanna do
is go in at £3,750.

Tell him four's your top
offer, and settle for £4,250.

- Agreed.
- Agreed.

- Hi, mum.
- Mum!

- Hello, darlings.
- Any luck?

Erm, managed to claw back £5,000
from leicestershire promotions.

- But that's about it.
- Oh, that's... good.

Suddenly everyone's
got cold feet.

- Mum!
- I don't quite know what to do.

- Yes, darling?
- Ok, well, look. Not now.

Perhaps it's, you
know, an opportunity

- to take stock of everything.
- What do you mean?

Well, you know, I don't plan
on spending the rest of my life

- sleeping on a sofa.
- Mum.

- Yes?
- Dad's getting a new car!

Is he really? Very nice.

Perhaps he can drop you

right in front of the
school now, can't he? Hmm?

She hasn't made us
any dinner again.

- It's disgraceful.
- Shut up, raife.

Yeah, shut up, raife.

Come on, let's go
into town, get a bite.

- Come on through.
- Get out of her hair.

Everybody, this is,
erm, Annette, Hamish

from the society. Max and raife.

And this is my, erm...
Well, this is John.

- Ex-husband.
- Yeah.

What are you doing?
Are you coming, going?

We're gonna go into
town, get a bite.

Quick as you can.

We will stay out as long
as is humanly possible.

Take your time. Come through.

If I had two sons,

I would make sure they
had something to eat

before I went looking
for Richard III.

I'm wondering now if
we make a direct appeal

to the ricardians to raise
some funds for the dig.

- A crowd fund.
- Yes, exactly that.

Er, what do you want to call it?

Oh, I couldn't decide
between digging the king

because it works on two levels.

We are actually digging for
him and also want people to...

"Dig" Richard.

Yeah, I-I got that.
What's the other title?

- Looking for Richard project.
- Call it that.

Right.

Should that be "sudden
and unexpected shortfall"?

- Hmm.
- Ok.

That's good.

- Happy?
- I think so.

Certainly better
than what I had.

- Send?
- Yeah.

That's it.

Three and half thousand
society members.

If everyone sends in a pound,
be a good start, wouldn't it?

I'd say. Thank you so much.

There are still emails
coming in from america,

Australia, South Africa,
Germany, Canada, Brazil.

So, how much has been pledged?

Oh, well, the current
total is, er...

£26,374 and rising.

I can't believe it.

Our own chairman has donated
£5,000 all by himself.

- Phil stone?
- Yeah.

And another £2,000 from
an anonymous source.

People have been so
generous, it's overwhelming.

I think it's gonna happen.

Can we keep
this clear, please?

Over here, please.

Oh, very patriotic.

- Right.
- Thank you.

- Good luck.
- Thank you very much.

I'll need it.

The train now
standing at platform three

is the 10:25 service
to inverness.

Calling at haymarket,
falkirk, stirling, dunblane,

gleneagles, Perth, dunkeld,

pitlochry, Blair atholl...

What's wrong?

Where's the new car?

The boys said you were
getting a new car.

What?

It was you, wasn't it?

Two thousand pounds
for the appeal.

It was the boys' idea.

They insisted.

You're a good man, John.

Hmm. That's fair.

Hi, Richard. What's happening?

As we discussed, three trenches.
Maximum the budget will allow.

And in order to give
ourselves the best chance

of finding one of the
walls of greyfriars,

I'm gonna cut them
north to south.

Here. One there. And
another one over there.

- Trench one will start here.
- Ok.

And run all the
way down this way

to round about here.

- To about here?
- That's right, yeah.

Ooh, by the way, I
meant to tell you,

I signed the exhumation licence.

The paperwork arrived at
the office this morning.

I couldn't remember if
you had any comments.

I just wanted to get
it out of the way.

Saves a lot of fannying around.

Course, it's not an
issue unless we find him.

Er, does it matter
what end we start at?

Er... no.

Can we start at this
end, do you think?

- Any particular reason?
- No.

- Ok.
- Great.

- Groovy wellies.
- Thanks.

Philippa.

John!

So glad you could make it!

- Who's that fellow over there?
- What?

Oh, that's, erm...
That's Richard Taylor.

He's from Leicester
university. Why?

I rather thought you were the
driving force behind this dig,

but from what I could hear,

apparently, it's all
down to the university.

What?

We're very excited about
what we might find.

Very excited.

And so, with the university
leading the search,

we can say with confidence
that if he's out there,

we will find him.

- Richard.
- Ok?

- That's great.
- Good.

- Thank you.
- What's going on?

Just a little interview
for the university website.

Erm, Leicester uni isn't leading
the search for Richard. I am.

You put in a little bit of
funding right at the last minute

- and that's it.
- Come on now, Philippa.

- We're all in this together.
- Philippa.

- Excuse me.
- Hm-hmm.

Someone getting too big
for their fancy boots.

What is it?

Philippa, we've
found some leg bones.

- Leg bones?
- No feet with them.

Just the lower legs sticking
out into the trench.

Looks like
the feet were cut off

when they dug down to
put in sewage pipes

a couple of hundred years ago.

What about the rest of the body?

Well, if
it's a complete burial,

it's under there
outside the trench.

It's almost certain this whole
area is outside the church,

which is our focus, remember?

Probably a friar buried in a
little adjoining graveyard.

Given the budget constraints

we're not gonna waste time
and money digging it out,

but, er, not a bad start, eh?

What's the matter?

I'm worried.

What about?

I won't find you.

Or that I will.

There seems to be some
excitement this morning.

Yes, we found the
shadow of a stone wall,

which could be the cloister
wall of greyfriars church

in this trench here.

And once we work out the
geography of the church,

we need to find the choir,

because that's where they buried
important people, apparently.

I also believe that the
bones we found in trench one

could be very significant here.

- I'm so fed up.
- You're the client, Philippa.

You're entitled to ask
for whatever you want.

They never miss a chance
to put me in my place.

It's exhausting.

Don't let them push you around.

I'll try my best.

Thanks, John.

We're all thinking of you here.

Stay strong and chin
up, eh? Bye-bye.

Bye, love.

This looks really promising.

I think this trench cuts across
the east end of the church.

So we are pretty close
to the choir here.

If we keep working
in this direction,

- give it another...
- Richard.

- Can I have a word, please?
- Of course.

I want to exhume the
rest of the remains

in trench one, please.

Philippa, I've already told you,

those are almost certainly
the remains of a friar.

I don't think there's any
doubt about it, Richard.

The depth they're buried at,

and they're too far
west to be in the choir.

- I agree.
- I want to dig him up, please.

I've stuck my neck out for you

because till now, I felt your
research was sound and thorough.

I think it's him.

Don't you think you've
become fixated on these bones

just because they were the
first ones we discovered?

What if that is part of
the choir, hmm? Over there?

What if you're
wrong and it is him?

Myself and all
the professionals,

the assembled academics

all say concentrate
here in trench three,

but you say, "no, let's
concentrate over there,"

because that's where you think
he is. Do you see my problem?

I want to exhume the
rest of those bones!

We can't. We don't
have the money to!

I've got about £800 left in
the fund. Will that cover it?

I suppose so.

Well, can you just
do it then? Please.

Jo, dig out the
remains in trench one.

- Really?
- Yes, really.

She's paying for it. Let's
give her what she wants.

I'm going home.

I can't bear it.

I'm going for a walk.

Fancy a brew, Jo?

Hello, Jo?

Wait.

Wait!

There's a wound to the skull.

It's not visible
from the surface,

but when you turn it over,
you can see a slicing blow

that has taken
some skull with it.

It would have killed
him almost instantly.

"Killed the boar,
shaved his head."

That's a Welsh
poet's description

of the death of Richard
from the 15th century.

Richard's personal
emblem was a boar.

It's the body of an adult male,

aged somewhere
between 20 and 40.

Richard was 32.

But there's something else.

I've just been excavating
the spinal column,

and if you look at it along
here, it's unmistakable.

There's an abnormal curvature.

Hello.

These remains are
those of a hunchback.

Tudor apologists will
have a field day.

It doesn't matter.

He's perfect.

They're calling
you from the dig.

They're saying to tell you...

Trauma to the skull
and a curved spine.

Of course, it's not certain
that this is Richard.

There are still DNA tests and
so forth to be carried out.

But I'm struck peering
down at the mortal remains

that this is a person, a
father, a brother, a son.

Philippa, could we
have a word with you?

Yes, of course. Erm...

Oh, gosh, I'm so
sorry. Hold on, erm...

I've really got to take
this. I'm sorry, John.

Anything to add, sir?

It's a testimony
to the research...

- John?
- Hey.

I just wondered how
everything was going.

John, you're not
gonna believe this.

Where the hell is Buckley?

Found him.

- Boys. Boys! Boys.
- What are you doing?

Your mum, your mother's
just found Richard III.

- Kingfinder!
- Yeah!

Yes, mum! I
knew you could do it!

Well done, mum!

Listen, I've got to go.

- I love you lots, all of you.
- Love you too.

Very much.

He's here. He's here.

- Where were you?
- I was... busy.

Is it definitely him?

Well, I don't think
there's any doubt.

You've bloody missed it all.
We're playing catch-up now.

Vice chancellor's
here. Vice chancellor.

- Could you just...?
- Oh, yeah.

What do you mean, "we"?

The university
withdrew my funding.

It's a very fluid situation.

- Mr burgess.
- Things can change very rapidly.

Are changing very rapidly.

Will change. Mr burgess.

Philippa! I just
can't believe it!

He was right where I said
he'd be, in trench one.

- You went with your feelings?
- I did.

Oh, god!

Thank you!

Who's that?

Right,
that's Bob burgess.

He's the vice chancellor.

The university have got their
big guns here double quick.

That's nice.

Archaeology department, the
university of Leicester.

Look, you have no
idea the impact

that this is gonna
have on the city!

How he famously promised
his kingdom for a horse.

But what happened to the
body of king Richard III

after his defeat at
the battle of bosworth

has remained a mystery
for more than 500 years.

Until now. Maybe.

They believe they've
uncovered the remains

of long-lost royalty.

He happens to be
king Richard III.

- Richard. Hi.
- Philippa. Hi. Excited?

Nervous.

So how's it gonna work
today? Who says what?

Leicester uni have a whole
running order worked out.

- Did they not consult you?
- No.

So who's chairing it?

- What?
- We'd better get inside.

Having received the
results of the DNA analysis,

I now call upon Richard Buckley,

the lead archaeologist
of this project,

to deliver today's
astonishing announcement

from the university of
Leicester. Thank you.

The glare of worldwide publicity
has not detracted in any way

from our intent and purpose to
conduct world-class research

on our discovery,

which is a hallmark of the
university of Leicester.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it is the academic conclusion
of the university of Leicester

that beyond reasonable doubt,

the individual
exhumed at greyfriars

on the 5th of September 2012...

Is indeed king Richard
III, son of York,

the last plantagenet
king of england.

Well done. Well done.

Philippa should have been
up on that podium with us.

Don't go off-piste. The
world's press is here.

It's about putting you and the
university front and centre.

At least I've got the
good grace to feel guilty.

Now, now.

Must dash.

Philippa. How are you? Sorry
about the, er, seating.

You haven't responded
to my emails.

What's happening
with the burial?

Oh, the tomb? Have
you seen the design?

Very striking. I'll get
them to email it to you.

It needs to have a royal
coat of arms on it.

That's very important.

It's a proper acknowledgement
of who he was.

- A sign of respect.
- Yeah.

I think this was discussed
by the burial committee,

and they didn't think
that a coat of arms

- is the correct protocol here.
- Sorry, why not?

The committee felt that
the physical evidence

gathered from the dig, the...

Hunch spine and so on,

does tend to support
the historical view

that Richard was a usurper.

Richard. Benedict cumberbatch
has agreed to do a reading

- at the re-internment!
- Oh, that is...

That's a goal!

Benedict cumberbatch.

Tell Tom I'll be
there in a minute.

Yeah.

I was tied up all yesterday

on what to put on
the souvenir bars

of the Richard III chocolate.

Be shot glasses and
bookmarks tomorrow.

Welcome to my world. Ok.

He was not a usurper.

And the diagnosis was scoliosis,

curvature of the
spine. Not a hunchback.

Well, the committee
felt that the condition,

or whatever its precise
label, does suggest

that there is more truth

to Shakespeare's account
of Richard's life

than perhaps you
and your supporters

would like to admit to.

So twisted spine equals
twisted personality, does it?

No, no, no.

That's not what the
committee is saying.

It's... it's...
Let's just calm down.

He was a legitimate king.

And his right to a royal
coat of arms on his tomb

is unarguable.

I will fight you all the
way on this, Richard.

Well, the decision of the burial

rests with the holder of
the exhumation licence,

which through Richard Buckley,
is the university of Leicester.

I thought you fired him.

We reinstated him.

And we've awarded
him a doctorate.

When did that happen?

Quite recently.

I specified a royal coat of arms

as a condition of his reburial.

But Richard Buckley
didn't include it

on the exhumation licence.

Well, that is unfortunate...

For you.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Are you Philippa?

Yes.

Would you come and give
a talk to our school

about finding
Richard III, please?

Oh, that's very flattering.

What made you come and ask me?

That man over there.

He told us that you
were the one to talk to.

Did he?

Well, I'm sure we can
arrange something.

All I ever wanted
was to find you...

And show everyone you were
always the rightful king.

But they're taking you
away from me again.

Why don't you say what
you came here to say?

I don't want to let you go.

You know the truth.

Nothing else matters.

Goodbye.

Thank you, Philippa.

You're welcome.

Hmm. I'm surprised
to see him here.

He must've joined the fan club.

- Philippa.
- Oh, hi.

It's dr Buckley now, is it?

Oh, no, that's
just for, you know,

business cards
and stuff. Silly.

Are you going to the
big banquet later?

I made sure you got an invite.
I've gotta go and change.

I'll save you a place at the
top table. I'll see you later.

Where's mummy?

- I don't know, bubba.
- Richard?

Erm... no, i'm... I'm
Pete. Have we met?

I'm so sorry, it's my mistake.

- You're an actor, aren't you?
- Yes.

I saw you play
Richard in Edinburgh.

Oh, right. Yeah, well,
we thought we'd come down

- and see him off.
- Right.

I have to say, you
played him beautifully.

Oh.

Your performance,
it really, erm...

Stayed with me.

Thank you very much.
That's... thanks.

Where's mummy gone?

Erm, I think we better
go and find mummy.

Er, very nice to meet you.

- Philippa.
- Philippa.

- Say bye.
- Bye!

- Bye, love!
- Have a nice day!

You too.

Hello. My name is
Philippa Langley.

And I'm here today
to tell you a story

about a person who was
judged unfairly in life

and never given the opportunity
to show their true potential.

Thank you.