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- I WILL SET DOWN A TALE
AS IT WAS TOLD TO ME,

A TALE HANDED DOWN
FROM FATHER TO SON

SINCE THE 16TH CENTURY
IN ANCIENT LONDON.

IT MAY BE HISTORY.

IT MAY BE ONLY A LEGEND,
A TRADITION.

IT MAY HAVE HAPPENED.
IT MAY NOT HAVE HAPPENED.

BUT IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED.

THE STORY BEGINS
WITH A HAPPY EVENT

WHICH BROUGHT
JOY AND CELEBRATION

THROUGHOUT LONDON.

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A SON HAD BEEN BORN
TO HENRY VIII.

HE WAS NAMED EDWARD TUDOR,

AND BY ROYAL DECREE
DESIGNATED AS PRINCE OF WALES,

DUKE OF CORNWALL.

[cheering]

THE JOY OF THE PEOPLE

WAS SURPASSED ONLY BY
THE JUBILATION OF THEIR KING.

THE SUCCESSION OF THE TUDORS
HAD BEEN ASSURED.

THOUGH FEW TOOK NOTE OF IT,

ANOTHER BABY WAS BORN

AT THE SAME HOUR
OF THE SAME DAY

TO A PAUPER FAMILY
IN OFFAL COURT

OUT OF PUDDING LANE.

AND BY SOME MYSTERIOUS
HAPPENSTANCE,

THE BABIES WERE BORN
IDENTICAL.

AMID THE HUSTLE AND BUSTLE
OF HUMANITY

STOOD HISTORIC
LONDON BRIDGE.

HERE THE PAUPER CHILD,
TOM CANTY, GREW TO BOYHOOD.

EACH DAY HIS FATHER INSISTED
THAT HE HOBBLE FORTH TO BEG

EVEN THOUGH
UNDER THE KING'S LAW

BEGGING WAS A CRIME.

AND EVEN MINOR CRIMES
WERE THEN PUNISHABLE BY DEATH.

- A FARTHING, KIND SIR?

A FARTHING, GOOD MISTRESS?

HAVE PITY ON A POOR STARVING RID
CRIPPLE FROM BIRTH.

ONLY A FARTHING?

HAVE MERCY, GOOD SIR.

- TOM HAD LEARNED
ONE MEANS OF ESCAPE

FROM HIS SORDID SURROUNDINGS.

HE LET HIS IMAGINATION
FASHION DREAMS OF A BETTER LIFE.

- HAVE YOU NO HOME
OR FAMILY, LAD?

- PARDON?

- I SAID, HAVE YOU NO HOME,
NO FAMILY?

- OH, ONLY A POOR SICK FATHER,
KIND SIR,

TOO FRAIL TO WORK.

- [chuckles]

- TO YOUNG TOM CANTY,
THIS WAS A WINDFALL.

THREE WHOLE HALFPENNIES.

ONE FOR HIS DRUNKEN SOD
OF A FATHER,

ONE TO BE SLIPPED SECRETLY
TO HIS POOR MOTHER,

AND ONE FOR HIS FRIEND
AND BENEFACTOR, FATHER ANDREW.

EVEN AS HE WATCHED
OTHER BOYS AT PLAY,

BOYS WHO DIDN'T HAVE TO BEG,

TOM WASN'T REALLY ENVIOUS.

FOR THE DREAMS HE FASHIONED
WERE MORE GLORIOUS

THAN THE GAMES THEY PLAYED.

HE COULD SEE HIMSELF
PAMPERED AMIDST LUXURY,

SURROUNDED BY SERVANTS.

BOWED TO.
CATERED TO.

AND SURELY, NOTHING COULD BE
MORE WONDERFUL THAN THIS.

WHILE AT THE GREAT PALACE
AT WESTMINSTER

A GOOD TWO LEAGUES DISTANT
SAT THE PRINCE OF WALES

FASHIONING STRANGELY
DIFFERENT DREAMS.

WOULDN'T IT BE WONDERFUL
TO COME AND GO AS HE PLEASED,

TO PLAY WITH BOYS
HIS OWN AGE?

TO BE JUST
AN ORDINARY HUMAN BEING?

- YOUR HIGHNESS.

YOUR HIGHNESS, IF YOU PLEASE.

[knocking at door]

- HIS LORDSHIP,
THE EARL OF HERTFORD.

- YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS.

IF IT PLEASE YOUR HIGHNESS,

AFTER PRAYERS
AT NINE OF THE CLOCK,

THERE WILL FOLLOW THE STUDY
OF GREEK VERSE FOR ONE HOUR.

FOLLOWED BY LATIN TRANSLATION
FOR A FURTHER HOUR.

AND THEN THE REST
OF THE FORENOON,

IF IT PLEASE
YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS,

WILL BE DEVOTED
TO FRENCH IDIOM.

AND THEN AFTER DINNER
AT NOON,

IF IT PLEASE
YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS,

WILL FOLLOW INSTRUCTION
IN SIMPLE ARITHMETIC,

THE SCRIPTURES,
JURISPRUDENCE,

AND ANCIENT HISTORY.

- [knocking at door]

- WHO IS IT?

- IT'S ME, FATHER ANDREW.

- OH, COME IN.

HELLO, TOM.
- HELLO, FATHER ANDREW.

THIS ONE'S FOR YOU,
FATHER ANDREW.

- OH, HOW GENEROUS.

UH, NO, YOU MUST GIVE IT
TO YOUR MOTHER.

- I HAVE ONE FOR HER.

- WELL, MINE IS FOR HER TOO,
WITH GOD'S BLESSING.

NO, NO, NO, TOM.

SHE... SHE NEEDS IT
MORE THAN I DO.

YOU'RE VERY LATE TODAY.

WHAT MISCHIEF
HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO?

- I WAS WATCHING SOME BOYS
AT PLAY.

- WHAT WERE THEY
PLAYING AT?

- I DON'T KNOW.

BUT I PRETENDED I WAS
PLAYING WITH THEM,

AND I WAS THE PRINCE.

- PRINCE.

- I HELD A COUNSEL OF WAR.

AND I SET MY ARMIES
ON A NEW CRUSADE.

YOU KNOW WHAT I DONE THEN?

- WHAT I DONE THEN?

YOUR HIGHNESS HAS HAD
A VERY FULL AND TIRING DAY.

NO DOUBT YOU'VE MADE HISTORY.

BUT MY BOY, YOU'VE NOT ONLY
MISSED YOUR LATIN LESSON,

YOU'VE FORGOTTEN
YOUR ENGLISH.

OH, "WHAT I DONE THEN."

- I'M SORRY, FATHER ANDREW.
WHAT I DID THEN.

WELL,
IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER.

IT'S ONLY MAKE-BELIEVE.

I'M SORRY ABOUT THE LESSON,

BUT IT'S JUST THAT
THE TIME FLEW BY...

AND SUDDENLY IT WAS DARK.

- YES, I UNDERSTAND.

A DAY, A LIFETIME,
IT'S ALL THE SAME.

TIME FLIES BY,
AND SUDDENLY IT'S DARK.

THEN A NEW DAY,
A NEW LIFE.

GO TO SLEEP, TOM.

- FATHER ANDREW?
- YES.

- WHAT'S THE REAL PRINCE LIKE?

- OH, JUST ANOTHER BOY
LIKE YOURSELF

AND EXACTLY THE SAME AGE
TO A DAY.

- IS HE?
- MM-HMM.

- THAT MEANS
WE'VE GOT THE SAME BIRTHDAY.

IF ONLY ONE DAY I COULD CATCH
A GLIMPSE OF HIM.

BUT HE'S A REAL PRINCE.

NOBLY BORN.

- OH, NOT ONLY BIRTH
THAT ENNOBLES A MAN, TOM.

YOU COULD BE NOBLE TOO
SOMEDAY.

- HOW?

- BY STUDY AND LEARNING.
- COULD I?

- YES, IF YOU DON'T NEGLECT
YOUR LESSONS.

- I WON'T, FATHER.
I PROMISE.

- I'M ALWAYS HERE.

NOW, TOM, GOOD NIGHT.

- GOOD NIGHT, FATHER.

- GOD WATCH OVER YOU.

[dog barking]

- WHERE IS THAT IDLE,
GOOD FOR NOTHING SON OF YOURS?

- I DON'T KNOW.

WELL, PERHAPS
HE'S WITH FATHER ANDREW.

- BAH, FATHER ANDREW.

PRIESTS, LEARNING, STUDY,

THE RUINATION OF THE BOY!

- I DON'T KNOW.

- AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT

FOR PUTTING THESE LA-DI-DA
IDEAS INTO HIS HEAD.

OH. SO YOU'VE COME
SNEAKING HOME AT LAST, HAVE YOU?

AND PENNILESS NO DOUBT.

AFRAID OF THE BEATING
YOU'LL GET

FOR IDLING AWAY
YOUR TIME, AYE?

THREE HALFPENNIES.

SO YOU CAN WORK
IF YOU WANT TO?

WELL, FROM NOW ON

IT WILL BE THREE HALFPENNIES
A DAY AT LEAST

OR YOU'LL SMART
FOR THE CHANGE.

- AH, LEAVE THE BOY ALONE.

- TRY STEALING
FROM YOUR FATHER, WOULD YOU?

IS THAT WHAT
THE PRIEST LEARNS HIM?

YOU WAIT TILL I GET BACK,

I'LL TEACH YOU SOMETHING
DIFFERENT, MY BOY.

- TOM, COME ON.
WAKE UP.

EAT YOUR SOUP.
MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER.

BACK TO SLEEP.
AND YOUR DREAMS.

HUH! WISH I COULD DREAM
LIKE YOU.

- MA?
- YEAH?

- WHERE DOES THE PRINCE LIVE?
- HUH?

OH, HE, UH, HE LIVES
AT WESTMINSTER PALACE

IN WHITEHALL.

I MEAN, THAT'S WHEN HE'S NOT
ATTENDING COURT, OF COURSE.

- ARE PEOPLE LIKE US
ALLOWED TO LOOK AT HIM?

- YES, YOU'RE ALLOWED
TO LOOK AT HIM...

FROM A LONG WAY OFF.

I MEAN, OUTSIDE
THE PALACE GATES, PERHAPS.

GO ON, GO TO SLEEP.

[clacking]

- HUP HUP HUP HUP HUP.

- HUP HUP. ONCE MORE.

- IT IS NOW TIME
FOR YOUR REST, YOUR HIGHNESS.

- BUT I WAS JUST STARTING...
- HIS MAJESTY'S ORDERS, SIRE.

- WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS,
YOU YOUNG BEGGAR?

BE OFF WITH YA.

- HOW DARE YOU
TREAT A BOY LIKE THAT.

HE WAS DOING NO HARM.

- IF IT PLEASE
YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS,

ONLY MY ORDERS,
YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS.

- WELL,
THESE ARE YOUR ORDERS...

OPEN UP THE GATES
AND LET THE BOY IN.

DON'T BE FRIGHTENED.
COME IN.

WHAT'S YOUR NAME, LAD?

- TOM CANTY,
IF IT PLEASE YOU, SIR.

- HMM,
THAT'S A GOOD SAXON NAME.

AND WHERE DO YOU LIVE?

- IN THE CITY, SIR.

IN OFFAL COURT
OUT OF PUDDING LANE.

- HMM, THAT'S AN ODD PLACE.

AND ONE,
BY THE SOUND OF IT,

WHERE YOU SHOULD BE WELL FED.

YOU LOOK HALF-STARVED.

- MAY IT PLEASE,
YOUR HIGHNESS.

I'LL TAKE THE BOY
TO THE KITCHENS

AND FIND SOME SCRAPS
FOR HIM.

- THAT PLEASES ME NOT,
SIR GEORGE.

HE SHALL COME TO MY APARTMENT
WHILE I REST

AND BE FED THE FINEST FEAST
THE KITCHEN CAN PROVIDE.

FOLLOW ME, TOM.

FEELING BETTER, NOW?

- OH, TWICE THE MAN, SIR.

- IT'S LUCKY FOR US
IT'S A SAINT'S DAY.

NO LESSONS FOR ONCE.

TELL ME, TOM,

HAVE YOU BROTHERS AND SISTERS
TO PLAY WITH?

- NO, SIR.
- I HAVE TWO.

WELL, HALF-SISTERS,
BUT TOO OLD TO PLAY WITH.

ELIZABETH AND MARY
WITH HER GLOOMY LOOKS.

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?

SHE FORBIDS
HER SERVANTS TO SMILE

FOR FEAR THAT THE SIN OF IT
WILL DESTROY THEIR SOULS.

- NO!

- BUT MY COUSIN,
LADY JANE GREY, IS MY AGE,

VERY PRETTY,
AND LOTS OF FUN.

TELL ME MORE
ABOUT OFFAL COURT.

DO YOU HAVE A GOOD LIFE THERE?

- NOT IN OFFAL COURT, SIR.

BUT THERE ARE PUPPET SHOWS
NOT FAR AWAY

AND PERFORMING MONKEYS
SO FINELY DRESSED.

AND PLAYS, WONDERFUL PLAYS, SIR,
WITH THE ACTORS SHOUTING

AND FIGHTING
TILL EVERYONE'S DEAD.

- MARVELOUS.

- YES, MARVELOUS, AND ONLY
A FARTHING TO WATCH.

- GO ON, TELL ME MORE.

- WELL, SOMETIMES THE LAIRDS
HAVE FIGHTS WITH CUDGELS.

THEY HAVE RACES TOO.

AND IN SUMMER, SIR,
THEY GO SWIMMING IN THE RIVER

AND DUCK EACH OTHER,
AND SPLASH, AND DIVE.

- IT WOULD BE WORTH
A KING'S RANSOM

JUST TO BE ABLE TO BE FREE
AND ENJOY IT ALL ONCE.

WHAT ELSE?

- WELL, THEY PLAY
IN THE SAND.

AND SOMETIMES THEY MAKE
MUD PASTRY.

OH, THE LOVELY, LOVELY MUD.

THEY FAIRLY WALLOW
IN THE MUD, SIR.

- SAY NO MORE!
IT'S A GLORIOUS LIFE.

TO BE FREE.

OH, IF ONLY I COULD DRESS MYSELF
IN RAGS LIKE YOURS

AND TAKE MY SHOES OFF,
AND PLAY IN THE MUD...

JUST ONCE...

WITH NO ONE TO FORBID ME
AND REBUKE ME FOR IT.

IT'S QUITE EXTRAORDINARY.

BUT YOU HAVE
THE SAME COLORED HAIR AS ME.

- AND THE SAME EYES, HEIGHT,
AND FIGURE.

- THIS IS HEAVEN-SENT.

I HAVE AN IDEA.

WE COULD EXCHANGE CLOTHES,
JUST FOR A FEW HOURS.

- YOUR HIGHNESS.

- YOU'D LIKE THAT,
WOULDN'T YOU?

AND THEN WE COULD CHANGE BACK
BEFORE ANYONE FINDS OUT.

THINK WHAT FUN IT WOULD BE.

- NO, YOUR HIGHNESS,
I DAREN'T.

- I COMMAND YOU.

COME ON INTO MY BEDROOM.

WHO WOULD BELIEVE IT?

COME OVER HERE.

I SWEAR TO YOU,
NO ONE WILL KNOW THE DIFFERENCE.

- OH, MY LORD,
FORGIVE ME.

- NO, IT'S WONDERFUL!

NOW, IN YOUR RAGS,

I CAN GET AWAY FROM THE PALACE
AND SEE THE REAL WORLD.

BE FREE FOR ONCE

AND DO JUST WHAT I LIKE.

OH, I MUSTN'T LEAVE
THIS ABOUT.

- MY LORD,

YOU MAY GET OUT,
BUT HOW WILL YOU GET BACK?

- GET BACK?

WHO COULD FAIL TO RECOGNIZE
THE PRINCE OF WALES?

EVEN IN RAGS.

- BUT YOU SAID YOURSELF,
MY LORD,

YOU LOOK JUST LIKE ME.

AND THAT SENTRY AT THE GATE...

- IT'S TRUE.

THAT BRUTE OF A SENTRY.

THEN I WON'T GO THROUGH
THE GATE.

I KNOW ANOTHER WAY OUT,
AND I'LL COME BACK THE SAME WAY.

- ARE YOU SURE, MY LORD?

- SO LONG AS MY UNCLE
AND MY SISTERS DON'T SEE ME.

THERE'S NO ONE ABOUT.

NOW, DON'T MOVE A STEP FROM HERE
TILL I COME BACK.

THAT'S A COMMAND.

JUST PRETEND YOU'RE ME.

I'M ON MY WAY TO LONDON.
COULD YOU TELL ME THE WAY?

- IT'S A BIG CITY.
WHAT PART OF LONDON?

- OH, ANYWHERE NEAR OFFAL COURT
WOULD DO.

HAVE YOU NEVER HEARD OF
OFFAL COURT OUT OF PUDDING LANE?

WITH THE PERFORMING MONKEYS
AND THE ACTORS

AND WHERE THE BOYS
PLAY IN THE RIVER?

WELL, YOU MUST HAVE
HEARD OF IT.

- I THINK I KNOW
WHERE YOU MEAN.

WE'LL COME WITH YOU.

- THANK YOU.

AND WHAT'S YOUR NAME, LAD?

- HERALD WEAVER.

- YOU WILL BE WELL REWARDED,
HERALD WEAVER.

[boys chuckle]

- HEY, TOM!
All: HEY, TOM!

- THE RIVER.

THE MUD!

THE GLORIOUS MUD!

[boys shouting]

- LADY JANE GREY,
YOUR HIGHNESS.

- EDWARD, MY LORD,
WHAT IS THE MATTER?

ARE YOU NOT WELL?

YOU NEVER
LOOKED AT ME LIKE THIS.

AS IF I WERE A GHOST.

WHAT IS TROUBLING YOU,
MY LORD?

- HAVE MERCY,
I'M NO LORD, JUST A PAUPER.

- WHAT WORDS ARE THESE?

- I BEG YOU,
LET ME SEE THE PRINCE.

- THE PRINCE?

- HE'LL GIVE ME BACK MY RAGS
AND LET ME GO.

PLEASE. PLEASE?

- NO, MY LORD,
NOT ON YOUR KNEES, NOT TO ME.

IF YOUR FATHER
SHOULD SEE THIS...

- BELIEVE ME, I AM NOT
YOUR COUSIN THE PRINCE.

- EDWARD,
MY DEAR, DEAR COUSIN,

YOU ARE NOT WELL.

A SUDDEN SICKNESS
HAS DERANGED YOUR MIND.

LET ME GO AND FIND A DOCTOR.

ON NO ACCOUNT
MUST HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS

LEAVE HIS APARTMENT UNTIL
I HAVE BROUGHT PHYSICIANS.

HE HAS A SICKNESS
OF THE MIND

AND DOESN'T
EVEN KNOW HIMSELF.

- [knocks at door]
- ENTER.

NOW, MY BOY, MY EDWARD,
MY PRINCE,

WHAT'S ALL THIS I HEAR, AYE?

YOU WOULDN'T PLAY
A SILLY TRICK LIKE THIS

ON YOUR OLD FATHER, THE KING,
WOULD YOU?

- THE KING?

GOD HAVE MERCY ON ME.

- WHEN THEY TOLD ME,
I WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT.

I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A PIECE
OF FALSE, MALICIOUS GOSSIP.

COME TO YOUR FATHER, CHILD.

YOU'RE NOT WELL.

DON'T BREAK YOUR OLD FATHER'S
HEART, CHILD.

SAY YOU KNOW ME.

- YES, I KNOW YOU, SIRE.

YOU ARE THE DREAD LORD,

THE KING WHOM GOD PRESERVE.

- GOOD, GOOD, YOU KNOW ME.

THAT'S MUCH BETTER.

NOW BE AT EASE
AND DON'T TREMBLE.

NO ONE'S GOING TO HURT YOU.

MUCH BETTER NOW,
AREN'T YOU?

YOUR MEMORY'S COMING BACK,
ISN'T IT?

AND YOU KNOW YOURSELF NOW,
DON'T YOU?

AND YOU WON'T SAY ANY MORE
SILLY THINGS, WILL YOU?

- I BEG YOU TO BELIEVE ME,
MY LORD.

I ONLY SPOKE THE TRUTH.

I'M THE MEANEST
OF ALL YOUR SUBJECTS,

BORN A PAUPER
FIT ONLY TO BEG.

IT'S ONLY BY A STRANGE CHANCE
AND ACCIDENT THAT I AM HERE.

BUT I AM YOUNG TO DIE.

- DIE, WHAT TALK IS THIS?

WHO'S GOING TO DIE...
LAST OF ALL YOU?

- GOD REWARD YOUR INFINITE
MERCY, YOUR MAJESTY.

MAY I GO NOW?

- GO?
WHERE TO?

- HOME,
TO WHERE I WAS BORN,

TO MY MOTHER.

- YOUR MOTHER?

SHE DIED
WHEN YOU WERE BORN.

- OH, PLEASE SIR,
PLEASE LET ME GO NOW.

- PERHAPS HE'S ONLY MAD
IN THIS WAY.

LACK OF SELF-IDENTIFICATION.

- SOME SORT OF OBSESSION,
YOUR MAJESTY.

- WE SHALL PUT IT
TO THE TEST.

NOW, EDWARD, MY PRINCE,

I WILL SPEAK TO YOU
IN LATIN.

AND YOU SHALL TRANSLATE
WHAT I SAY.

[speaking Latin]

- "A GOOD MIND
POSSESSES THE KINGDOM."

- WELL DONE.

BORN AND BRED IN A KENNEL,
INDEED.

NOW WE'LL TRY FRENCH.

[speaking French]

- I CAN'T SPEAK FRENCH,
YOUR MAJESTY.

I WAS NEVER TAUGHT IT.

- CAN'T SPEAK FRENCH?

NEVER TAUGHT IT?

- YOUR MAJESTY.

- COME HERE, CHILD.

REST YOUR TROUBLED HEAD,
MY SON,

AND BE AT PEACE.

YOU WILL SOON BE WELL.

IT'S ONLY A PASSING SICKNESS.

LISTEN, YOU MERCHANTS
OF GLOOM AND DESPONDENCY.

SO MY SON IS MAD.

BUT IT WILL NOT LAST,
YOU HEAR?

IT WILL NOT LAST!

HE'S BEEN STUDYING TOO HARD,
THAT'S ALL IT IS.

AWAY WITH HIS BOOKS
AND TEACHERS.

MORE PLAYTIME AND SPORT,

AS OFTEN AND AS LONG
AS HE WISHES.

THAT'S THE WAY
TO MAKE HIM WELL AGAIN.

HE'S MY SON

AND ENGLAND'S HEIR.

MAD, IS HE?

WHAT DO YOUR THUMBS
AND TIMES MATTER?

HE'S STILL PRINCE OF WALES.

AND TOMORROW HE SHALL BE
OFFICIALLY INSTALLED.

MAKE IMMEDIATE PREPARATION,
MY LORD HERTFORD.

- BUT YOUR MAJESTY,

ONLY HIS GRACE,
THE DUKE OF NORFOLK,

HEREDITARY EARL MARSHAL
OF ENGLAND,

CAN INVEST YOUR SON
IN THIS HIGH OFFICE.

AND THE DUKE LIES IMPRISONED
IN THE TOWER

ACCUSED OF TREASON.

- INSULT NOT MY EARS
WITH THAT HATED NAME.

AM I TO BE DEFIED?

IS THE PRINCE
TO BE KEPT WAITING

BECAUSE MY KINGDOM LACKS
AN EARL MARSHAL

FREE OF GUILT AND TREACHERY?

NO, BY GOD!

COMMAND PARLIAMENT

TO SEND ME
NORFOLK'S DEATH SENTENCE

BEFORE SUNRISE TOMORROW,
OR THEY SHALL ANSWER FOR IT!

- AS YOUR MAJESTY COMMANDS.

- KISS ME, MY SON,

THEN GO OFF AND PLAY,

FOR MY ILLNESS
IS TROUBLING ME NOW.

COME BACK
WHEN I AM FEELING RESTED.

- AND, WELL,
YOU WISH TO CROSS,

THEN CROSSED YOU'LL BE.

GOOD LANDING.

COAL, MISERABLE COAL.

I'LL PAY YOU
FOR YOUR BLACK MANNERS.

- NO, NO, NO.
- THERE.

[children laughing]

- A HALFPENNY TO WATCH,
OR BE OFF WITH YOU.

- COME ON, BOYS,
FOLLOW ME.

[boys cheering]

- DON'T HIDE IT FROM ME.

I KNOW IT.
[panting]

MY END IS NEAR.

BUT I'M NOT GOING TO DIE

BEFORE THAT CURSED TRAITOR,
NORFOLK.

WHAT IS PARLIAMENT
DOING ABOUT IT?

HAVE YOU GIVEN THE ORDER?

- YES, YOUR MAJESTY,
I HAVE GIVEN THE ORDER.

THE PEERS OF THE REALM

ARE NOW STANDING AT THE BAR
OF THE HOUSE,

WHERE HAVING CONFIRMED
THE DUKE'S DEATH SENTENCE,

THEY HUMBLY AWAIT
YOUR MAJESTY'S

FURTHER PLEASURE
IN THE MATTER.

- HELP ME RISE.

IN MY OWN PERSON,

I WILL STAND
BEFORE PARLIAMENT,

AND WITH MY OWN HAND
I WILL SEAL THE WARRANT

THAT RIDS ME OF THIS...

HOW I'VE LONGED
FOR THIS SWEET HOUR OF REVENGE,

AND NOW IT HAS COME TOO LATE

AND I AM CHEATED
OUT OF MY PLEASURE.

BUT SPEED YOU.

SPEED YOU, LET OTHERS PERFORM
THIS OFFICE.

I'LL PUT THE GREAT SEAL
TO USE.

BEFORE THE SUN SETS
AGAIN TOMORROW,

BRING ME NORFOLK'S HEAD
THAT I MAY SEE IT.

- AS YOUR MAJESTY COMMANDS,
SIR.

WILL IT PLEASE YOUR MAJESTY
TO ORDER

THAT THE GREAT SEAL
BE RESTORED TO ME,

SO THAT I MAY CARRY OUT
YOUR WISHES?

- BUT YOU HAVE THE SEAL.

WHO ELSE GUARDS IT
BUT YOU?

- FORGIVE ME, SIRE,

BUT YOU TOOK IT FROM ME
TWO DAYS AGO.

- SO I DID.

WHAT ON EARTH
DID I DO WITH IT?

- MAY I VENTURE
TO SUGGEST, SIRE,

THAT YOU GAVE IT
INTO THE CUSTODY

OF HIS HIGHNESS,
THE PRINCE?

- YES, THAT'S QUITE TRUE.

I REMEMBER NOW.

WELL, GO AND FETCH IT,
IMMEDIATELY.

TIME IS FLYING.
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

HURRY!

- MAKE WAY FOR
THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLOR.

- MAKE WAY FOR
THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLOR.

- MAKE WAY FOR
THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLOR.

- I COME FROM YOUR FATHER,
THE KING,

ON A MATTER
OF THE UTMOST URGENCY,

ON A MATTER OF LIFE OR DEATH.

HIS MAJESTY REQUIRES THE RETURN
OF THE GREAT SEAL IMMEDIATELY.

WHERE DID YOU PUT IT?

- THE GREAT SEAL, MY LORD?

WHAT IS THE GREAT SEAL,

IF NOT SOME KIND OF FISH
OR ANIMAL?

- THIS IS NO TIME FOR JESTING.

WHERE DID YOU PUT IT?

- I DIDN'T PUT IT ANYWHERE,
MY LORD.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW
WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.

- YOU DON'T
KNOW WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE?

YOU CAN'T BE THAT MAD.

- WHAT'S IT FOR, MY LORD?

- WHAT IS IT FOR?

WHAT IS IT FOR?

YOU'VE BEEN SCHOOLED
IN ITS USE A HUNDRED TIMES.

BY LAW OF THE LAND,
THE KING DOES NOT RULE BY WORD,

BUT BY RECORD.

NO ROYAL COMMAND IS VALID
UNLESS ENDORSED BY THE SEAL.

AND UNLESS IT IS FOUND
AND FOUND QUICKLY,

THE DUKE OF NORFOLK
CANNOT BE PARTED FROM HIS HEAD,

NOR CAN YOU BE
INVESTED AS PRINCE OF WALES.

- PLEASE, MY LORD,
I DON'T WANT TO BE INVESTED

AS THE PRINCE OF WALES.

BUT WHY SHOULD
THE POOR DUKE OF NORFOLK

BE PARTED FROM HIS HEAD?

- YOUR SENSES
HAVE MOST CERTAINLY

TAKEN LEAVE OF YOU, NEPHEW.

HAVE I TO REMIND YOU THAT THE
DUKE OF NORFOLK AND HIS SON

PLOTTED TO USURP THE THRONE
ON THE DEATH OF YOUR FATHER?

- HE IS WELCOME TO IT.

- THIS TOO IS TREASON,
NEPHEW.

- BUT FATHER ANDREW,
WHO LODGES IN THE SAME HOUSE

AS ME AND MY FAMILY...

- DIDN'T I TELL YOU
NEVER TO MENTION...

- MY GOOD LORD,
I WAS ONLY GOING TO SAY

THAT FATHER ANDREW SAID
THAT THE DUKE OF NORFOLK

WAS THE VICTOR
OF FLOOD AND FIELD

AND THE NOBLEST LORD
IN THE LAND.

- IF YOUR FATHER, THE KING,

SHOULD HAVE
HEARD THOSE WORDS, NEPHEW,

EVEN YOUR OWN PRINCELY
NECK WOULD BE IN DIRE DANGER.

- A MOMENT, SIR.

I'M A STRANGER IN THIS MAZE
OF SQUALID STREETS.

IF THIS IS PUDDING LANE,
WHERE LIES OFFAL COURT?

- OUT AT THIS HOUR AGAIN, AYE?

GET!

HOW MUCH YOU GOT?

HAND IT OVER.

- TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME.
I HAVE NO MONEY.

- IF THAT'S TRUE AND I DON'T
BREAK EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY,

THEN MY NAME
IS NOT JOHN CANTY.

- CANTY?

SO YOU'RE HIS FATHER.

I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU.

FATHER?

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
I'M YOU FATHER,

AS YOU'LL VERY SOON DISCOVER,
MY LAD.

- PLEASE, I AM WEARY AND LOST

AND THE JOKE HAS NOW GONE
TOO FAR.

CONDUCT ME TO MY FATHER,
THE KING,

AND HE'LL MAKE YOU RICH
BEYOND YOUR WILDEST DREAMS.

AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU CAN
BRING YOUR OWN SON HOME.

BELIEVE ME, MAN,
I AM NOT LYING TO YOU.

I REALLY AM
THE PRINCE OF WALES.

- HE'S GONE STARK,
STARING MAD.

BUT MAD OR NOT,

I'LL SOON FIND A SOFT SPOT
ON YOUR BONES, MY BOY.

GET ON.

[cat screeching]

AHH!

- TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM.

- STAY OUT OF IT!

- PLEASE DON'T STRIKE THE BOY.

- YOU STAY OUT OF THIS,
YOU MEDDLESOME OLD FOOL.

- TOM, GO HOME
WITH YOUR FATHER.

- HE IS NOT MY FATHER.

I AM EDWARD TUDOR,
SON OF HENRY VIII.

- AH, YOU SEE, HE'S GONE MAD.

AND ALL BECAUSE OF THE IDEAS

YOU'VE BEEN PUTTING
INTO HIS HEAD.

- SHAME ON YOU, CANTY.

WHAT HAVE YOU EVER
TAUGHT YOUR SON EXCEPT TO BEG?

- AND WHAT HAVE YOU
EVER TAUGHT HIM?

EXCEPT TO LIE TO ME,
AND TO STEAL FROM ME,

AND TO IDLE HIS TIME AWAY,

AND THE DEVIL KNOWS WHAT ELSE,

YOU BLACK-LIMBED
SON OF SATAN.

- STOP IT, CANTY!

- I'LL TEACH YOU.
GET ON!

- FATHER ANDREW,
IT'S ME, WILL.

- OH.

- HERE.

LET ME HELP YOU.

- AYE, HE'S GONE BALMY.

HE'S GONE RIGHT OFF HIS HEAD.

TELL YOUR MOTHER.

TELL HER WHO YOU ARE.

- I TELL YOU AGAIN,
I AM EDWARD, PRINCE OF WALES.

- [laughs uproariously]

- OH, TOM, NOT NOW.

- TOM IS WELL AND HE HAS NOT
LOST HIS REASON, GOOD WOMAN.

LEAD ME BACK TO THE PALACE

WHERE HE IS STILL
WAITING FOR ME.

AND MY FATHER, THE KING,

WILL AT ONCE
RESTORE HIM TO YOU.

- SEE, WHAT DID I TELL YA?

- YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN,
DON'T YA?

NOW DO AS YOUR MOTHER TELLS YOU
AND STOP IT.

- GOD KNOWS I HATE TO HURT
YOUR FEELINGS, GOOD WOMAN,

BUT THE FACT IS,
I HAVE NEVER

SET EYES ON YOU BEFORE
IN MY LIFE.

- TOM, I SAID STOP IT.

THAT'S NOT TOM.

HE'S DIFFERENT.

I DON'T KNOW HOW,
HE'S JUST DIFFERENT.

- OH, OH, HE'S DIFFERENT,
IS HE?

WELL, HE'S NOT SO DIFFERENT

AS HE WON'T GO A-BEGGING
TOMORROW.

DO YOU HEAR ME?

YOU'LL COME BACK HERE
WITH FOURPENCE

FOR THE RENT OF THIS HOLE

OR WE'LL ALL BE THROWN OUT.

- I DO NOT WISH TO HEAR ABOUT
SUCH SORDID MATTERS.

YOU SHALL NOT SUFFER
ON MY ACCOUNT, MADAM.

LET THIS DRUNKEN BRUTE
TACKLE ME ALONE.

YOU DRUNKEN BRUTE!

- GET OUT OF HERE.

- YOU BIGOTED OLD MAN!

- CANTY.

- WHAT THE DEVIL
DO YOU WANT?

- YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE?
- NOR DO I CARE.

NOW, LEAVE ME IN PEACE.

- YOU HIT THE PRIEST,
FATHER ANDREW.

- AND WHAT IF I DID?

- HE'S DEAD.

YOU MURDERED HIM.

- [gasps]

- THE LAW WILL BE AFTER YOU.

YOU'LL HANG FOR THIS.

- WE MUST FLEE, OR PERISH.

NOW, YOU WATCH YOUR TONGUE.

AND YOU, YOU MAD FOOL,

DON'T YOU TELL OUR NAME
TO ANYBODY.

WE MUST SHAKE THE LAW DOGS
OFF OUR TRAIL.

AND YOU, YOU STAY HERE
TILL I GET WORD BACK TO YOU.

- I COME WITH A MESSAGE
FROM THE KING.

HIS MAJESTY COMMANDS
THAT FOR REASONS OF STATE,

YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS
MUST HIDE YOUR INFIRMITY

IN EVERY POSSIBLE WAY
UNTIL IT HAS PASSED.

NOW, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?

YOU ARE NEVER AGAIN TO DECLARE

THAT YOU ARE NOT
THE TRUE PRINCE.

AND YOU MUST
NEVER AGAIN MENTION

THAT LOWLY BIRTH
AND UPBRINGING

WHICH YOUR ILLNESS
HAS LED YOU TO IMAGINE.

NOW, IS THAT ALSO
UNDERSTOOD, MY LORD?

- IF THE KING
HAS COMMANDED.

- AND IN CASE
YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN

AND SOMEBODY ELSE MENTIONS IT,

TONIGHT YOU ARE GOING TO A STATE
BANQUET AT THE GUILD HALL.

- A BANQUET OF STATE?

AT THE GUILD HALL?

[fanfare]

- ISN'T HE GRAND?

- YOUR HIGHNESS.

[whispering] NOW IS THE TIME
FOR YOU TO MAKE YOUR SPEECH.

- [whispering] NOW?

[fireworks popping]

[excited chatter]

- HERE, WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT
TO PUSH OTHER PEOPLE ABOUT?

- I'M IN AN 'URRY,
NOW, MAKE WAY.

- OH, IT'S MAKE WAY INDEED.

- HEY, TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME
AND LET ME GO.

- OH, STAY A WHILE,
YOU SOUR KNAVE.

WHERE'S YOUR LOYALTY?

AND WHAT'S YOUR BUSINESS
ON THIS NIGHT OF NIGHTS

WHEN YOU SHOULD BE TOASTING
A WELCOME

TO THE PRINCE OF WALES?

- THIS MAN HAS MURDERED
A PRIEST

AND IS NOW FLEEING
FROM HIS CRIME.

THAT IS HIS BUSINESS,
IF YOU WANT TO KNOW IT.

- OH... OH, SO I AM
A MURDERER, AM I?

A-AND WHAT ARE YOU?

- I AM THE PRINCE OF WALES,
AND THIS MAN HAS ABDUCTED ME.

- THE PRINCE...
THE PRINCE OF WALES!

- THE PRINCE OF WALES.

- I AM THE PRINCE OF WALES.

- SEE, I HAVE FATHERED
AN IMBECILE.

THE PRINCE OF WALES.

- HEY, WE'LL DRINK TO THAT.

WE'LL DRINK TO IT,
A DOUBLE DOSE.

TO THE PRINCE OF WALES
AND TO HIS MURDERING SIRE.

THAT'S NOT
SO VERY FAR OFF THE MARK.

- THE LOVING CUP,
A ROYAL TOAST.

DRINK, YOU SOUR VILLAIN,

OR WE'LL FEED YOU
TO THE FISHES.

- DRINK, YOU SOUR KILLER.
GO ON!

- AH!

[laughter]

[gentle baroque music]

♪ ♪

- YOUR MEMORY'S COMING BACK.

YOU HAVEN'T MADE
A SINGLE MISTAKE,

AND YOU REMEMBERED
YOUR SPEECH PERFECTLY.

- THANK YOU... MY MEMORY
HAD A LENGTHY REHEARSAL

WITH THE EARL OF HERTFORD
BEFORE COMING HERE.

- I DEMAND ADMISSION
TO THE GUILD HALL

AND MY RIGHTS!

[jeering]

YOU PACK OF UNMANNERLY CURS!

- AH, GET OUT OF HERE.

- I'LL TELL YOU AGAIN,
I AM THE PRINCE OF WALES!

- TREASON!

- YOU DARE TO INSULT ME NOW,

WHILE I STAND HERE ALONE
AND FRIENDLESS,

BUT YOU SHALL SEE.

YOU SHALL SWALLOW
YOUR INSULTS!

- WELL, PRINCE OR NOT,
YOU'RE A GALLANT LAD,

NOT LACKING IN COURAGE.

SO I'M ON HIS SIDE.

- TAKE THE ROYAL'S HEAD!

[drunken shouting]

[trumpets blare]

- MAKE WAY
FOR THE KING'S MESSENGER.

MAKE WAY FOR
THE KING'S MESSENGER.

- OPEN UP,
IN THE NAME OF THE KING.

- THE KING'S MESSENGER.

- HEAR YE, HEAR YE,

I BEAR GRAVE TIDINGS
FROM THE PALACE OF WESTMINSTER.

"THE KING IS DEAD."

[all murmuring]

- LONG LIVE THE KING.

All: LONG LIVE THE KING.

LONG LIVE KING EDWARD.

- LONG LIVE THE KING.

- SHH, YOU ARE THE KING.

- OH, NO.

- WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?

- TO THE INN WHERE I LODGE.

- BUT I MUST RETURN
TO THE GUILD HALL

AND EXPOSE THAT IMPOSTOR.

- WELL, TO GAIN ENTRANCE
TO THE GUILD HALL TONIGHT

IS IMPOSSIBLE,
AS YOU SAW WITH YOUR OWN EYES.

- THEN WHAT AM I TO DO?

PERHAPS YOU DO NOT FULLY
UNDERSTAND

HOW PERILOUS
AND DESPERATE IS MY PLIGHT.

- THEN ALL THE MORE REASON
FOR CAUTIOUS PLANNING.

NOW, COME WITH ME.

EAT AND SLEEP A WHILE,
AND IN THE MORNING

WE'LL FIGHT THIS BATTLE
OF YOURS TOGETHER.

NOW, HOW DOES THAT STRIKE
YOUR IMPERIAL FANCY, HMM?

- I THINK THIS
IS THE WISEST PLAN.

AND TO BE TRUTHFUL,
I MUST EAT, FOR I'M STARVING.

- WELL, GOOD.
I AM TOO.

- WAIT.

YOU KNOW THE WAY
TO THE PALACE AT WESTMINSTER?

- WITH MY EYES CLOSED.

- AND TOMORROW I CAN RETURN
TO THE PALACE,

FOR YOU SHALL GUIDE ME.

- AND MY GOOD SWORD
PROTECT YOU.

MILES HENDON AT YOUR SERVICE.

- HAVE YOU HEARD?
THE KING'S DEAD.

THE KING IS DEAD.

HAVE YOU HEARD?
THE KING IS DEAD.

- YES, HE DIED
AN HOUR AGO.

- SO THAT WAS ALL THE PALAVER
AT THE GUILD HALL.

- GOOD RIDDANCE
TO THE OLD DEVIL.

- [crying] HE MAY HAVE BEEN
A TERROR TO OTHERS...

[sniffles] BUT HE WAS ALWAYS
KIND AND GOOD TO ME.

- WHY, HE WAS ONE OF
THE GREATEST OF OUR KINGS.

HE WAS A WRESTLER,
A SWORDSMAN, AND HUNTSMAN.

LAD...
HE WAS A GIANT AMONG MEN.

- LONG LIVE KING EDWARD!

[cheering]
- LONG LIVE KING EDWARD!

- BUT I'M THE KING.

- SO YOU'VE COME AT LAST.

THIS IS THE LAST TIME
YOU'LL ESCAPE, MY BOY.

AND POUNDIN'
YOUR BONES TO A PULP

WILL TEACH YOU SOMETHING.

- ONE MOMENT, MY FRIEND.

NOW, THESE ARE STRONG WORDS.

WHAT IS THIS LAD TO YOU?

- IF IT'S ANY
OF YOUR BUSINESS,

HE'S MY SON.

- THAT'S A LIE.

- AND HE'S MAD!

- THAT'S ANOTHER LIE.

- WELL, MAD OR SANE,
LIES OR NO LIES,

I'LL HAVE NONE OF THIS
IF YOU PREFER TO STAY WITH ME.

- I DON'T KNOW THIS MAN.
I LOATHE HIM.

- WELL, THAT SETTLES IT THEN.

- WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT.

- IF YOU SO MUCH AS TOUCH HIM,

YOU ANIMATED OFFAL,
I'LL SPLIT YOU LIKE A GOOSE.

NOW, BE OFF,

AND BE QUICK ABOUT IT.

- THIS IS NOT THE LAST
YOU'LL HEAR OF THIS.

- THANK YOU, AGAIN.

THAT MAN IS A MURDERER.

HE KILLED A PRIEST.

- THEN I'LL SPOIL YOUR APPETITE
AS WELL AS MY OWN

WITH SUCH
DISTASTEFUL REALITIES.

HERE WE GO.

- WELL, AT LEAST IT'S BETTER
THAN THAT RAT'S NEST

AT OFFAL COURT.

PLEASE WAKE ME
WHEN THE MEAL'S READY.

- WELL, BY THE SAINTS.

THE LITTLE BEGGAR TAKES
POSSESSION OF YOUR ROOM

AND YOUR ONLY BED
AS IF HE OWNED THEM.

CALLS HIMSELF
THE KING, INDEED.

WELL, HE CERTAINLY
ACTS THE PART.

- OH, AT LAST.

YOU MAY PREPARE ME.

MAKE HASTE, MAN.

- WHAT FOR?

- GOOD SIR,
I WISH TO WASH.

- WELL, YOU DON'T HAVE TO ASK
MY PERMISSION TO DO THAT.

- I AM WAITING.

- NOW, WHAT IS THE MATTER?

- POUR THE WATER AND STOP
ASKING FOOLISH QUESTIONS.

THE TOWEL.

I'M WAITING AGAIN.

- OH, LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME.

ARE YOU INDEED?

WELL...

- WERE YOU PROPOSING TO SIT
IN THE PRESENCE OF THE KING?

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN
YOUR STATION?

- I'D BETTER MIND MY MANNERS

OR I'LL FIND MYSELF
IN THE TOWER, AYE?

- ON THIS OCCASION,
I THINK I'LL SET ASIDE

THE NORMAL PROCEDURE.

YOU MAY FILL YOUR PLATE.

- WELL, HOW GENEROUS
OF YOUR MAJESTY.

- DID YOU SAY
YOUR NAME WAS HENDON?

- YES, SIRE.

- I'D LIKE TO HEAR
MORE ABOUT YOU.

YOU HAVE QUITE A GALLANT WAY
WITH YOU.

WERE YOU NOBLY BORN?

- WELL, UM, RATHER THE TAIL END
OF THE NOBILITY, YOUR MAJESTY.

MY FATHER, SIR RICHARD HENDON,
OF HENDON HALL IN KENT.

- I'M AFRAID THAT NAME
ELUDES MY MEMORY.

TELL ME MORE
ABOUT YOURSELF.

- WELL, WHAT CAN I TELL YOU?

EXCEPT THAT MY FATHER
IS BOTH RICH

AND OF A VERY GENEROUS NATURE.

- SO HE CAN PAY HIS TAXES?

THAT'S GOOD TO HEAR.

AND YOUR MOTHER?

- SHE DIED WHEN I WAS A BOY.

- THAT'S STRANGE,
SO DID MINE.

ANY BROTHERS?

- YES, TWO.

ARTHUR, WITH A SOUL
LIKE HIS FATHER'S,

AND MY YOUNGER BROTHER, HUGH.

THE LESS SAID ABOUT HIM,
THE BETTER.

- MOST FAMILIES BREED
ONE GOAT.

HAVE YOU ANY SISTERS?

- NO, THERE'S NO ONE ELSE.

EXCEPT MY COUSIN,
THE LADY EDITH.

BEAUTIFUL,
THE DAUGHTER OF AN EARL

AND THE HEIRESS
TO A GREAT FORTUNE.

- OH, A SPLENDID ASSET.
- MM.

OH, BUT SHE WAS BETROTHED
TO MY BROTHER, ARTHUR.

- I WAS BETROTHED ONCE.

- REALLY, MY LORD?

- MM, WHEN I WAS SIX.

TO MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS.

- AND, UH, WHAT BECAME
OF THE ALLIANCE,

IF I MAY BE SO BOLD
AS TO INQUIRE?

- WELL...

THERE WAS TROUBLE
WITH SCOTLAND.

SO THEY PACKED HER OFF ABROAD

TO MARRY THE HEIR
TO THE THRONE OF FRANCE.

I MUST CONFESS
IT DIDN'T BREAK MY HEART.

WHEN DID YOU LAST SEE
YOUR FAMILY?

- TEN YEARS AGO.

- TEN YEARS,
THAT'S A LONG TIME.

WHY DID YOU LEAVE HOME?

- WELL,
MY YOUNGER BROTHER, HUGH,

CONVINCED MY FATHER
THAT I WAS PLANNING TO ELOPE

WITH THE LADY EDITH
IN DEFIANCE OF HIS WILL.

- IT WAS PROBABLY THE TRUTH.

WHERE DID YOU GO?

- I WENT TO FRANCE.

I THOUGHT I'D FIGHT OUT MY TIME
IN THE CONTINENTAL WARS,

BUT, WELL, IN MY LAST BATTLE
I WAS CAPTURED

AND FOR SEVEN LONG YEARS
I LAY IN A FOREIGN DUNGEON.

THEN, AS THESE THINGS GO,
I MANAGED TO ESCAPE

AND IN TRUTH,
I AM JUST ARRIVED.

POOR IN PURSE
AND CLOTHING AS YOU CAN SEE

AND POORER STILL
IN THE KNOWLEDGE

OF WHAT'S
BEEN GOING ON AT HOME.

- YOU HAVE BEEN
MOST SHAMEFULLY TREATED,

BUT I'LL PUT IT RIGHT.

THE KING HAS SAID IT.

- HOW GENEROUS OF YOUR MAJESTY.

- YOU SAVED ME FROM INJURY,

PERHAPS EVEN MY LIFE,
AND THEREFORE MY CROWN.

SUCH SERVICE DEMANDS REWARD.

NAME YOUR WISH,

AND IF IT IS WITHIN
MY POWER, IT IS YOURS.

- YOUR MAJESTY,

I HAVE BUT ONE REQUEST.

- WHAT IS IT?

- THAT I MAY BE ALLOWED
TO SIT IN THE PRESENCE

OF THE MAJESTY OF ENGLAND.

- RISE, SIR MILES, KNIGHT.

RISE AND SEAT YOURSELF.

AS LONG AS ENGLAND
AND THE CROWN REMAIN,

THIS PRIVILEGE SHALL
NEVER LAPSE.

- OH, MY ACHING LEGS.

- COVER ME UP, SIR MILES.

- NOW, THERE'S ONLY ONE BED.
WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP?

- YOU WILL SLEEP
ACROSS THE DOOR AND GUARD IT.

- SLEEP ACROSS THE DOOR.

GUARD IT.

WELL...

[rooster crowing]

[woman peddler shouting
indistinctly]

- COVER ME UP AGAIN.
I'M COLD.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

- IT'S DONE NOW, YOUR MAJESTY.

NOW, YOU GET BACK TO SLEEP.
I'LL RETURN SOON.

[indistinct shouting,
man singing]

[crowd chattering]

[knocking]

- ENTER.

- A MESSAGE FOR YOU, SIR,
AND VERY URGENT.

- WHAT IS IT?

- WELL, THE GENTLEMAN
WHO JUST LEFT YOU

REQUESTS YOU TO MEET HIM
AS SOON AS POSSIBLE

AT THE END OF THE BRIDGE
ON THE SUFFOLK SIDE.

- ALL RIGHT.

BUT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN
BETTER MANNERS

IF SIR MILES HAD RETURNED
FOR ME IN PERSON.

- WELL, THAT SEEMS
TIDY ENOUGH WEAR

AND SUITABLE FOR THE SEASON.

I'LL TAKE IT.

- YES, SIR.
THANK YOU, SIR.

- NOW, WILL THAT BE ENOUGH?

- ANOTHER LITTLE ONE.

- AHH!
- HOW DARE YOU!

TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME.
WHO ARE YOU?

- IS ME DISGUISE SO PERFECT

THAT YOU CANNOT RECOGNIZE
YOUR OWN FATHER?

- I'M THE KING, NOW,
AND YOU SHALL HANG!

- IF I WASN'T WANTED FOR MURDER
AND DIDN'T HAVE TO HURRY,

I'D BEAT YOU BACK INTO YOUR
SENSES, MY LAD.

I'VE CHANGED ME NAME
FOR OBVIOUS REASONS.

IT IS NOW TYLER, JOHN TYLER.

AND YOURS IS JACK,
AND DON'T DARE YOU FORGET IT.

- WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT
THERE YOUNG...

- YOU MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS,
OR I'LL BREAK YOUR CROWN.

- OH, NO THANKS,
I'M SURE.

- WHERE'S THE BOY?

- YOU'D HARDLY LEFT
WHEN A YOUTH CAME RUNNING IN

SAYING YOU NEEDED THE BOY,
URGENTLY.

SO THE BOY WENT OFF WITH HIM.
- WHICH WAY DID THEY GO?

- TOWARD SUFFOLK GATE,
YOUR WORSHIP.

- HAVE YOU SEEN TWO BOYS
PASS BY THIS WAY

A FEW MOMENTS AGO?

ONE A YOUNG LAD,
THIS HEIGHT.

- OH, YES.

THEY WERE JOINED BY A SURLY,
RED-HAIRED BRUTE.

DRAGGED HIM OFF DOWN
TO ROCHESTER ROAD.

I SAID TO THIS FELLOW,
"WHAT ARE YOU DO..."

BESOM?
ANYBODY WANT A BESOM?

- WHERE IS THIS STOUTHEARTED
BAND OF ADVENTURERS

HE'S TOLD ME SO MUCH ABOUT?

- THEY'LL BE BACK.

THEY'RE OUT PLUNDERING
AND SACKING SOME VILLAGE.

- A FINE NIGHT
FOR SUCH SPORT, AYE?

[laughs]

I CAN HARDLY WAIT
FOR THE RETURN

TO MAKE THEIR ACQUAINTANCE.

- THEY'LL GIVE YOU
A HEARTY WELCOME.

I CAN PROMISE YOU THAT.

- OUTSIDE WITH YOU NOW.

AND KEEP A LOOKOUT
FOR THE LAW DOGS.

- RIGHT, SIR.

- OH, LEN,
YOU LOOK AFTER THIS GENTLEMAN.

- I, THE PRINCESS ELIZABETH,
DO SWEAR

THAT I WILL BE FAITHFUL
AND BEAR TRUE ALLEGIANCE

TO HIS MAJESTY,
KING EDWARD VI,

HIS HEIRS AND SUCCESSORS
ACCORDING TO THE LAW.

- THE LADY JANE GREY.

- I, THE LADY JANE GREY,

DO SWEAR
THAT I WILL BE FAITHFUL

AND BEAR TRUE ALLEGIANCE
TO HIS MAJESTY, KING EDWARD VI,

HIS HEIRS AND SUCCESSORS
ACCORDING TO LAW.

- HIS GRACE, THE ARCHBISHOP
OF CANTERBURY.

- I, THOMAS CRANMER,
ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY,

DO SWEAR
THAT I WILL BE FAITHFUL

AND BEAR TRUE ALLEGIANCE
TO HIS MAJESTY, KING EDWARD VI,

HIS HEIRS AND SUCCESSORS
ACCORDING TO LAW.

- HIS GRACE,
THE ARCHBISHOP OF YORK.

- I, JOHN METCALF,
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK,

DO SWEAR THAT I WILL BE FAITHFUL
AND BEAR TRUE ALLEGIANCE...

- [whispering] YOUR MAJESTY?
YOUR MAJESTY?

- TO HIS MAJESTY,
KING EDWARD VI,

HIS HEIRS AND SUCCESSORS,
ACCORDING TO LAW.

- HIS GRACE,
THE DUKE OF NORTHUMBERLAND.

[drunken laughter]

- SILENCE!

[laughter dies, cricket chirps]

AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK
YOU'RE QUALIFIED

TO JOIN OUR NOBLE COMPANY?

APART FROM WHAT YOU TELL US
OF YOUR PETTY THIEVING

AND PILFERING.

- WELL, UH...

IF BRAINING
A MEDDLESOME OLD FOOL

AND, UH, KILLING HIM
IS ANY QUALIFICATION,

WELL, AT LEAST
I CAN CLAIM THAT.

[men murmuring]

BY ACCIDENT, OF COURSE.

[laughter]

- HOW MANY GOOD SOULS
DO YOU NUMBER IN THIS BAND?

- ABOUT 40.

MOST OF US ARE HERE,

BUT LATELY MANY OF US
HAVE NOT FARED TOO WELL.

- OH, HOW SO, SIR?

- THEY WERE MARTYRED
FOR HONEST BEGGING.

THEY WERE WHIPPED TILL
THE BLOOD RAN

AND THEN THEY WERE SET
IN THE STOCKS AND PELTED.

THEY BEGGED AGAIN.

THEY WERE WHIPPED AGAIN

AND DEPRIVED OF AN EAR.

- [clicks tongue]

- THEY BEGGED A THIRD TIME.

POOR DEVILS,
WHAT ELSE COULD THEY DO?

IT WAS THEIR PROFESSION.

THEY WERE BRANDED ON THE CHEEK
WITH A RED-HOT IRON

AND SOLD FOR SLAVES.

THEY RAN AWAY.

THEN THEY WERE HUNTED DOWN
AND HANGED.

OTHERS OF US
HAVE NOT FARED SO BADLY.

YOKEL, BURNS, HODGE,

STAND UP AND SHOW
THIS GENTLEMAN YOUR ADORNMENT.

YOKEL, OUR FRIEND MIGHT LIKE
TO HEAR YOUR STORY.

- BY THE SAINTS, I WOULD.

- I WAS ONCE
A PROSPEROUS FARMER

WITH A LOVING WIFE
AND KIDS.

NOW I'M SOMEWHAT DIFFERENT
IN STATION,

AND MY WIFE AND KIDS
ARE NO MORE.

MAYBE THEY'RE IN HEAVEN.
MAYBE IN THE OTHER PLACE.

BUT GOD BE THANKED,
THEY BIDE NO MORE IN ENGLAND.

MY POOR OLD MOTHER

TRIED TO EARN BREAD
BY NURSING THE SICK.

ONE OF THEM DIED.

SO MY MOTHER WAS BURNT
FOR A WITCH,

WHILST ME AND ME BABIES
LOOKED ON AND WAILED.

THE KING'S LAW!

All: THE KING'S LAW!
THE KING'S LAW!

DRINK TO THE MERCIFUL
LORD AND KING.

- THE KING'S LAW
THAT DELIVERED MY MOTHER

FROM THE KING'S HELL.

I BEGGED
FROM HOUSE TO HOUSE,

I AND THE WIFE CARRYING
THE HUNGRY KIDS IN OUR ARMS.

BUT IT'S A CRIME TO BE HUNGRY
UNDER THE KING'S LAW.

SO THEY STRIPPED US
AND LASHED US

THROUGH THREE TOWNS.

DRINK AGAIN TO THE MERCIFUL
LAW OF THE KING.

All: THE KING'S LAW.
THE KING'S LAW.

DRINK TO THE MERCIFUL
LORD AND KING.

- SO MY WIFE AND KIDS,
THEY STARVED TO DEATH.

DRINK, ME BOYS!
JUST A DROP!

A DROP FOR THE POOR DEAD KIDS
AND THE WIFE!

All: TO THE POOR
DEAD KIDS AND THE WIFE.

- I BEGGED AGAIN
AND LOST AN EAR.

YOU'VE SEEN THE STUMP.

THEN WAS SOLD FOR A SLAVE.

HERE ON ME CHEEK
IS THE LETTER "S"

FROM THE BRANDING IRON.

"S" FOR SLAVE, YOU UNDERSTAND?

SLAVE!

WELL, NOW, YOU'VE MET ONE.

A SLAVE OF THE KING.

I ESCAPED, BUT IF I'M FOUND,

MAY THE CURSE OF HEAVEN
FALL ON THE LAW OF THE KING,

I SHALL HANG.

- YOU SHALL NOT!

AND FROM NOW ON,
THAT LAW IS ENDED.

- WHO THE DEVIL WAS THAT?

- I AM EDWARD, YOUR KING.

[laughter]

- YOU MANNERLESS VAGRANTS,

IS THIS THE THANKS I GET

FOR THE ROYAL BLESSING
I HAVE GIVEN YOU?

- BROTHERS!

BROTHERS, THIS IS MY SON,

A DREAMER, A FOOL,
AND RAVING MAD.

HE REALLY DOES
THINK HE'S THE KING.

- I AM THE KING.

- LET ME GET MY HANDS ON YOU.

- HAVE YOU NEITHER RESPECT
FOR KINGS NOR RUFFLERS?

INSULT MY LEADERSHIP AGAIN
AND I'LL HANG YOU MYSELF.

TAKE IT EASY, BOY,
IT'S NOT WISE.

HAVE YOUR FUN IF YOU MUST,

BUT CHOOSE ANOTHER TITLE.

- FOO-FOO,
KING OF THE MOON CALVES!

All: LONG LIVE FOO-FOO,
KING OF THE MOON CALVES!

- CROWN HIM!

[overlapping chatter]

- GET THE CROWN!
CROWN HIM!

- THERE'S THE ROBE!

- CROWN HIM!

[all cheering]

- LONG LIVE FOO-FOO!

[all cheering]

- WHO ARE YOU,
AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?

- BUT YOU MUST KNOW ME,
MY LORD.

I'M YOUR WHIPPING BOY.

- MY WHIPPING BOY?

- YES, MY LORD.

I'M JOHN,
JOHN MARLOWE.

- OH, YES.

YES, NOW I SEEM TO REMEMBER.

YOU SEE, I HAVEN'T BEEN WELL.

THE KING'S DEATH
WAS A GREAT SHOCK.

- MY POOR MASTER.

- IT'S EXTRAORDINARY
HOW ONE'S MEMORY

CAN PLAY TRICKS.

BUT NEVER MIND,
I'M GETTING MUCH BETTER.

I FOUND THAT
SOME LITTLE CLUE

SO OFTEN HELPS
TO BRING THINGS BACK.

REMIND ME ABOUT YOURSELF
AND TELL ME WHY YOU'RE HERE.

- WELL,
BECAUSE SEVERAL DAYS AGO

YOUR MAJESTY
MADE THREE MISTAKES IN GREEK

IN THE MORNING LESSON.

YOU REMEMBER NOW?

- YES.
YES, I THINK I DO NOW.

GO ON.

- YOUR TUTOR
WAS VERY ANGRY

AND PROMISED THAT HE WOULD
SOUNDLY WHIP ME FOR IT AND...

- WHIP YOU?

BUT WHY WHIP YOU
FOR MISTAKES I MADE?

- OH,
MY LORD HAS FORGOTTEN AGAIN.

YOUR TUTOR ALWAYS PUNISHES ME
FOR YOUR MISTAKES.

- I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

- YOUR MAJESTY,
NO ONE MAY PUNISH THE KING.

SO WHEN YOU NEED IT,
IT IS I WHO RECEIVE IT.

- THAT DOESN'T SEEM FAIR.

- FAIR? IT'S ONLY RIGHT.

IT'S MY PROFESSION
AND LIVELIHOOD.

- WHAT AN EXTRAORDINARY WAY
TO MAKE A LIVING.

AND HAVE YOU BEEN BEATEN FOR
THOSE MISTAKES, MY POOR FRIEND?

- NOT YET, MY LORD.

MY PUNISHMENT
WAS TO TAKE PLACE TODAY.

I CAME TO REMIND YOUR MAJESTY

THAT YOU PROMISED
TO INTERCEDE ON MY BEHALF.

- SET YOUR MIND AT EASE.

NO ONE SHALL WHIP YOU.
TAKE MY WORD FOR IT.

- THANK YOU, YOUR MAJESTY.

- NO, I SHOULD BE
THANKING YOU.

YOU ARE PROVING
A TREMENDOUS HELP

IN RESTORING MY MEMORY.

YOU MUST SPEND AT LEAST
AN HOUR EACH DAY WITH ME

REMINDING ME
ABOUT PEOPLE AND THINGS.

- WILLINGLY.

- YOU MUST TELL ME
ALL ABOUT MY PAST LIFE

AND MY SISTERS
AND ANYTHING ELSE YOU KNOW

ABOUT THE GOINGS ON
IN THE PALACE.

I'LL REWARD YOU WELL FOR IT.

- THANK YOU, YOUR MAJESTY.

- COME ON, MAKE A MOVE.

LEN, FOO-FOO...

THERE'S A VILLAGE
OVER THAT HILL THERE.

TAKE FOO-FOO WITH YOU
AND SPY OUT THE LANDS,

STEALING WHAT YOU CAN
WHILE YOU'RE ABOUT IT.

- WITH THOSE WORDS
YOU COULD BE HANGED.

- YES, YOUR MAJESTY.

- COME ON,
YOU HEARD YOUR ORDERS.

- HEY.

YOUR WORSHIP...

EVEN THOUGH HE IS ME OWN
MISBEGOTTEN SON,

I WOULDN'T TRUST THE YOUNG
SCOUNDREL OUT OF ME SIGHT.

- WELL, FOLLOW THEM
AND KEEP AN EYE ON HIM.

BUT DON'T INTERFERE.

- I KNOW, NOW.

- I WANT HIM TO LEARN
A FEW TRICKS.

- IT'S A POOR SORT OF PLACE.

NOTHING WORTH STEALING.
WE'LL HAVE TO BEG.

- SPEAK FOR YOURSELF,
NOT ME.

YOU WEARY ME.

- NOW LISTEN, JACK,

YOU WON'T ROB
AND REFUSE TO BEG,

ALL RIGHT, BUT I'LL TELL YOU
WHAT YOU WILL DO.

YOU'LL ACT AS A DECOY
WHILE I BEG.

- I DON'T KNOW WHAT
YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

- THEN I'LL TELL YOU.

LOOK, THERE'S SOMEONE
COMING NOW.

I'LL FALL DOWN IN A FIT

AND WHEN THAT MAN COMES
RUNNING TO MY AID,

SET UP A WAILING AND FALL DOWN
ON YOUR KNEES

AS IF ALL THE DEVILS OF MISERY
WERE IN YOUR BELLY.

AND KEEP ON WAILING
TILL WE'VE GOT HIS PENNY,

OR YOU'LL BE SORRY.

OH, OH!
OW, AHH, OH.

- OH, DEAR, OH, DEAR,
WHAT IS THE TROUBLE?

HOW CAN I HELP?

- MY BROTHER WILL TELL YOU,
MOST NOBLE SIR.

IT'S A TERRIBLE AFFLICTION,
AND I'M RACKED WITH AGONY.

A HA'PENNY, DEAR SIR,
TO BUY A LITTLE FOOD.

ONLY FOOD CAN EASE MY PAIN.

- A HA'PENNY.
YOU SHALL HAVE TWO.

THERE, POOR BOY,
AND WELCOME.

NOW, HELP ME TO CARRY
YOUR BROTHER TO THE INN.

- I AM NOT HIS BROTHER.

- MY BOY,
YOU'VE A VERY HARD HEART

IF THIS IS YOUR BROTHER.

SHAME ON YOU.

- HE'S A BEGGAR BY TRADE
AND A THIEF.

HE'S GOT YOUR MONEY,

AND HE'S PROBABLY PICKED YOUR
POCKET INTO THE BARGAIN.

IF YOU WANT TO HEAL HIM,

LAY ABOUT HIM WITH YOUR STICK.

- THIEF, COME BACK!

STOP, THIEF!

AHH, COME BACK!

STOP HIM! STOP HIM!

- GOTCHA!

- COULD YOU HOLD
MY HORSE, PLEASE?

- AYE, SIR.

- I WONDER IF YOU
COULD HELP ME.

I'M PURSUING A MURDERER
WHO SLIPPED FROM THE LAW

INTO THESE PARTS.

HAVE YOU NOT SEEN
A SUSPICIOUS-LOOKING RUFFIAN

WITH RED HAIR GO BY?

- YES, ABOUT A QUARTER
OF AN HOUR BACK.

- ACCOMPANIED BY A BOY?

- IN PURSUIT OF A BOY,
OR SO IT APPEARED.

- IN WHAT DIRECTION?

- DOWN THE LANE THERE

THAT LEADS TO THE FOREST.

- MAY THE SAINTS
REWARD YOU, SIR.

- HA.

- THANK YOU.

- OH.

[grunting]

[chickens clucking]

- FOO-FOO THE FIRST KING
OF THE MOON CALVES,

YOU SHALL NOW HEAR THE CHARGES
BROUGHT AGAINST YOU.

FIRST CHARGE,
REFUSING TO BEG.

- NOT ONLY DID
THIS TREACHEROUS STARVELING

STUBBORNLY REFUSE TO BEG,
YOUR WORSHIP,

HE ALSO BETRAYED ME AS A THIEF
AND A PICKPOCKET

TO MY BENEFACTOR AND STARTED
A HUE AND CRY AFTER ME.

- WHAT IS THE PRISONER'S
ANSWER?

- NONE. IT IS THE TRUTH.

MY ONLY REGRET IS THAT THE LAW
DIDN'T CATCH UP WITH HIM.

[murmuring]

- NEXT CHARGE.
ESCAPING FROM YOUR GUARDIAN.

- THAT SPEAKS FOR ITSELF,
YOUR WORSHIP.

IT'S A VERY LUCKY THING
I WARNED YOU, AYE?

- AND THE NEXT CHARGE,
FOR REFUSING...

- REFUSING TO STEAL,
YOUR WORSHIP.

REFUSING TO STEAL!

ON THE WAY BACK HERE,

I FORCED
THIS MISERABLE WRETCH

INTO AN UNGUARDED KITCHEN.

AN UNGUARDED KITCHEN!

HE NOT ONLY CAME OUT
EMPTY-HANDED,

BUT HE TRIED TO RAISE
THE HOUSEHOLD.

[laughter]

- IS THERE ANY AMONG YOU

WHO WILL SPEAK
FOR THE ACCUSED?

All: I WILL.

- LET ONE MAN SPEAK FOR ALL.

- I WILL.

- WHAT DO YOU SAY?

- REGARDLESS
OF THE YOUNG RASCAL'S

CRIMES OF OMISSION, WE HAVE
A LIKING FOR THIS SCAMP.

HE'S SHOWN PLUCK AND SPIRIT.

- THEN HIS GUILT SHALL
BE DECIDED

THROUGH TRIAL BY BATTLE.

ACCORDING TO THE ANCIENT CUSTOM
OF THE LAND,

HE SHALL FIGHT A DUEL
WITH HIS PRINCIPAL ACCUSER.

All: YEAH.

- IF HE IS VANQUISHED,
HE SHALL BE FOUND GUILTY

AND SENTENCED ACCORDINGLY.

IF HE IS UNVANQUISHED,

HE SHALL BE HONORABLY ACQUITTED.

[overlapping chatter]

- THEY SHALL DO BATTLE
WITH QUARTERSTAFFS

OF THE SAME WEIGHT
AND SIZE.

GO TO IT.

[cheers and applause]

[cheers and applause]

- WELL FOUGHT.

YOU HAVE MOST GALLANTLY
ACQUITTED YOURSELF

OF ALL CHARGES.

THE TITLE, FOO-FOO THE FIRST,
KING OF THE MOON CALVES,

IS FROM NOW ON
CANCELLED AND ANNULLED.

[cheering]

YOU SHALL NOW BE CROWNED
WITH ALL DUE CEREMONY

KING OF THE GAME COURT!

[cheering]

- WHAT MOCKERY IS THIS?

- WELCOME, SIR MILES.

WELCOME INDEED.

- ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

- WHAT SCURVY KNIGHT
IS THIS?

STATE YOUR BUSINESS,
AND SPEEDILY.

- I'M HIS CHAMPION.

- AND HE'S MAD TOO.

THIS IS THE ROGUE WHAT
KIDNAPPED MY SON... AH!

HE'S A COWARDLY WRETCH.

- THERE IS NO CHAMPION BUT I!

BUT WE'RE SOMEWHAT
ILL-MATCHED.

- UHH!

- OOF!

- QUICK, MAKE FOR
THE CANTERBURY ROAD.

- UHH!

OHH!

- AYE! STOP! COME HERE!

GO AND GET HIM DOWN!

DRAG HIM DOWN BY THE HEELS!

GO ON!

- UHH!

- COME ON.
AFTER HIM!

[overlapping shouting]

- GO ON!

SHAKE IT.

YES!

GO ON, HIT HIM.

[horse whinnying]

- GO TO IT, LAD!

- AHH!

- BRAVELY DONE, MY LIEGE.

A MOST WORTHY MANEUVER.

[laughs]

- HELP! HELP! HELP!

[all shouting]

- THERE, MY LIEGE,

THE CLOTHES I PURCHASED
FOR YOU ON LONDON BRIDGE.

I, UH, I TRUST YOU'LL
FIND THEM TO YOUR MEASURE.

- WELL, SOMEWHAT COARSE
TO THE TOUCH.

BUT AT LEAST THEY'RE BETTER
THAN THESE PAUPER'S RAGS.

- [laughs]

- AS SOON AS
YOU'VE DONNED THEM,

WE MUST GET MOUNTED
AND ON OUR WAY.

- YES, AND MAKE STRAIGHT
FOR WESTMINSTER

TO RECLAIM MY THRONE.

WHOM DO YOU KNOW AT COURT?

- WELL, THERE'S ALWAYS
SIR HUMPHREY MARLOWE.

THE OLD KING'S LIEUTENANT
OF KITCHENS

OR STABLES OR SOMETHING.

OH, YES, HEH.

THERE'S ALWAYS
THAT OLD CRACKPOT,

THE EARL OF HERTFORD.

- SIR MILES,

BEFORE YOUR TONGUE
BETRAYS YOUR NECK,

THAT OLD CRACKPOT
YOU SPEAK OF IS MY UNCLE,

THE BROTHER OF THE LATE QUEEN,
MY MOTHER.

AND SIR HUMPHREY MARLOWE
HAS BEEN DEAD FOR FIVE YEARS.

- WELL, HOW DO YOU KNOW
THAT SIR HUMPHREY MARLOWE'S

BEEN DEAD FOR FIVE YEARS?

- DO YOU DOUBT MY WORD,
SIR MILES?

HIS SON JOHN
IS MY WHIPPING BOY.

- YOUR WHIP...

BY MY HALIDOM,

YOU ARE THE KING.

- SIR MILES, ARE YOU MAD?

- YOUR MAJESTY, FORGIVE ME.

WHAT I SAID, I SAID IN JEST.

- I FORGIVE YOUR JEST.

YOU HAVE DONE MUCH
FOR YOUR KING.

'TIS STRANGE...

MOST STRANGE.

- WHAT IS MOST STRANGE,
YOUR MAJESTY?

- THAT PAUPER BOY,

HE KNOWS NOTHING OF AFFAIRS
OF STATE, OF PROTOCOL.

THEY MUST SURELY HAVE
FOUND HIM OUT BY NOW.

DOESN'T IT STRIKE YOU AS STRANGE
THAT THE COUNTRY ISN'T FILLED

WITH COURIERS
AND PROCLAMATIONS

MAKING SEARCH FOR ME?

- YES, IT DOES.

- THAT PAUPER BOY...

I WONDER HOW HE IS FARING.

IF NOT ROTTING
IN SOME DUNGEON.

- HAL BODKIN,
CANDLESTICK MAKER,

SENTENCED TO BE JAILED
FOR TEN YEARS

FOR POACHING IN
THE ROYAL FOREST OF WINDSOR,

PETITIONS YOUR MAJESTY'S
CLEMENCY.

- TEN YEARS FOR POACHING?

WHAT DID HE CATCH?

- A BRACE OF RABBITS,
YOUR MAJESTY.

AS LORD PROTECTOR, I...
- AN OUTRAGEOUS SENTENCE.

HE SHALL BE PARDONED.

- PRAY, CONTINUE, MY LORD.

- MARY SMITHERS, SPINSTER,

SENTENCED TO BE BURNED
AT THE STAKE FOR WITCHCRAFT.

THE USUAL PENALTY,
YOUR MAJESTY.

PETER BURNS...

- SENTENCED ON WHAT EVIDENCE?

- SHE MADE A CURSE
ON A TAX COLLECTOR,

YOUR MAJESTY.

INVOKING THE DEVIL
TO VISIT HIS BONES

WITH ACHES AND SPASMS.

- HOW FARES
THE TAX COLLECTOR?

- HE FARES WELL,
YOUR MAJESTY.

- WHAT JUSTICE IS THIS?

IF THE TAX COLLECTOR
HAS ESCAPED UNHARMED,

IT STANDS TO REASON

THAT THE WOMAN IS GUILTLESS
OF WITCHCRAFT.

PARDON HER.

- YES, YOUR MAJESTY.

- I MUST SPEAK, SIRE.

TO INVOKE THE DEVIL
IS HERESY.

FOR THAT THIS WOMAN
MUST BURN,

SO THAT HER SOUL MAY BE
MADE PURE BY THE FLAMES.

I SPEAK BUT TO ADVISE,
YOUR MAJESTY.

HAVE I NOT THE RIGHT?
I AM YOUR FATHER'S DAUGHTER.

- HAVE YOU ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY,
DAUGHTER OF SPAIN?

- YES, BROTHER.

THAT MERCY RUNS WILD
IN YOUR HANDS.

EACH DAY YOU ARE PARDONING
HERETICS AND SINNERS

WHO BY THE LAWS OF THE LAND

SHOULD JUSTLY
HANG OR BURN

FOR THEIR CRIMES
AND OMISSIONS.

- IS MERCY A CRIME TOO?

- WHEN CARRIED TO EXCESS.

MAY I REMIND YOU

THAT THE PRISONS
OF OUR LATE FATHER

SOMETIMES HELD AS MANY
AS 62,000 CONVICTS AT A TIME.

AND DURING HIS GLORIOUS REIGN,
AS MANY AS 72,000 THIEVES,

ROBBERS, AND HERETICS WERE
DELIVERED TO THE EXECUTIONER.

- IS THIS A RECORD
TO BE PROUD OF?

WOULD YOU HAVE ME CAP IT,
DAUGHTER OF ARAGON?

METHINKS THE BLOOD RUNS COLD
IN YOUR VEINS, WOMAN,

IF IT RUNS AT ALL.

SHAME ON YOU!

BE OFF TO YOUR CLOSET
WITH YOU.

AND THERE PRAY TO GOD

TO REMOVE THAT STONE
FROM YOUR BREAST

AND CHANGE IT FOR
A HUMAN HEART.

BE OFF!
ARE YOU DEAF?

THE KING COMMANDS.

- GOOD SOULS,

WHAT IS THE BONFIRE FOR?

- WHY, THERE'LL BE BLAZES
OF BONFIRE

ON EVERY HILLTOP
IN THE LAND TONIGHT.

DANCING, GALLIVANTING,
AND TOASTING TILL DAWN.

- INDEED?

WELL,
WHAT IS THE CELEBRATION FOR?

- FOR?

HAVE YOU BEEN IN A TRANCE?

- WHY, HAVEN'T YOU HEARD?

TOMORROW'S THE CORONATION
OF THE NEW KING,

EDWARD VI.
- AYE!

- THE CORONATION?

TOMORROW?

OF THAT UPSTART?

TO THE PALACE WITH ALL SPEED.
WE'VE NOT A MOMENT TO LOSE.

[fireworks popping]

[lively music playing]

[laughter and chatter]

- THAT'S MY PRIVATE APARTMENT,

THE MIDDLE WINDOW
ON THE FIRST FLOOR.

- WHAT WILL YOU DO ONCE YOU'RE
OVER THE WALL, YOUR MAJESTY?

- GO INTO MY APARTMENT
AND TEAR THE CLOTHES OFF

THAT VAIN IMPOSTER.

I'LL CREATE SUCH A STIR
IN THE PALACE

HAS NOT BEEN SEEN SINCE
THE ARREST OF ANNE BOLEYN.

[fireworks explode]

- STOP!
IN THE NAME OF THE KING.

- GO TO WESTMINSTER ABBEY.

CONFRONT THE IMPOSTER
BEFORE HE IS CROWNED.

- HALT, YOU THERE!

- CAPTAIN, I CAN EXPLAIN
EVERYTHING.

AND YOU HAVEN'T
ONE MOMENT TO LOSE.

- THROW THIS VARLET
INTO JAIL.

- CAPTAIN, THERE'S AN IMPOSTER
IN THE PALACE.

HE'S NOT THE TRUE KING,
AND HE MUST NOT BE CROWNED!

- BE OFF WITH HIM.

- YOU'LL ALL HANG FOR TREASON.

LOOK, I GIVE YOU
ONE LAST WARNING.

THAT BOY THEY'RE CROWNING
IS AN IMPOSTER.

- LUCKILY FOR YOU,
I TAKE THE VIEW

YOUR MIND'S DERANGED.

OTHERWISE,
I'D HAVE YOU HANGED,

DRAWN AND QUARTERED
FOR TREASON.

- HE'S GOT LESS ROYAL BLOOD
IN HIS VEINS

THAN A CHEAPSIDE TURKEY.

- ONE MORE WORD OUT OF YOU,

AND I'LL HAVE YOU WHIPPED
WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE.

[trumpets blare]

♪ ♪

[choir singing]

♪ ♪

♪ AMEN ♪

♪ ♪

♪ AMEN ♪

♪ ♪

- SIRS,
I HERE PRESENT UNTO YOU

KING EDWARD,
YOUR UNDOUBTED KING.

WHEREFORE, ALL YOU
WHO ARE COME THIS DAY

TO DO YOUR HOMAGE
AND SERVICE,

ARE YOU WILLING
TO DO THE SAME?

All: YEA! YEA! YEA!

GOD SAVE KING EDWARD.

- RECEIVE THIS KINGLY SWORD

BROUGHT NOW
FROM THE ALTAR OF GOD.

WITH THIS SWORD
DO JUSTICE,

STOP THE GROWTH OF INIQUITY,

PROTECT THE HOLY CHURCH OF GOD,

HELP AND DEFEND
WIDOWS AND ORPHANS,

RESTORE THE THINGS
THAT ARE GONE TO DECAY,

MAINTAIN THE THINGS
THAT ARE RESTORED,

PUNISH AND REFORM
WHAT IS AMISS

AND CONFIRM
WHAT IS IN ORDER.

AND AS THOU DOST THIS DAY

SIT A CROWN OF GOLD
UPON HIS HEAD,

SO ENRICH HIS ROYAL HEART
WITH THINE ABUNDANT GRACE.

AND CROWN HIM WITH ALL
PRINCELY VIRTUES

THROUGH THE KING ETERNAL,
JESUS CHRIST, OUR LORD.

Choir: ♪ A-A-AMEN ♪

♪ A-A-AMEN ♪

- STOP!

I FORBID YOU TO SET THE CROWN
UPON THAT IMPOSTER'S HEAD.

I AM THE KING.

[crowd murmuring]

- TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!

IT IS TRUE.
HE IS THE KING.

- UPON MY LIFE,
LORD HERTFORD, THIS IS...

- PAY NO ATTENTION
TO HIS MAJESTY.

IT'S HIS SICKNESS
THAT'S UPON HIM AGAIN.

SEIZE THAT VAGABOND.

- ON PERIL OF YOUR LIVES,
TOUCH HIM NOT.

I TELL YOU AGAIN,
HE IS THE KING!

LET TOM CANTY BE THE FIRST
TO SWEAR LOYALTY TO YOU

AND BEG OF YOU TO PUT ON YOUR
CROWN AND TAKE POSSESSION AGAIN

OF ALL THAT IS RIGHTLY YOURS.

- THIS IS
A MOST DANGEROUS SITUATION.

IT COULD DIVIDE THE COUNTRY
AND ENDANGER THE SUCCESSION.

- WAIT.

I HAVE THE ANSWER.

WHERE LIES THE GREAT SEAL?
ANSWER ME THAT.

FOR ONLY HE THAT WAS
PRINCE OF WALES CAN KNOW.

ON SUCH A SIMPLE QUESTION
HANGS THE THRONE.

- THERE'S NO RIDDLE
ABOUT THAT.

SIR GEOFFREY,

GO TO MY PRIVATE CHAMBER
IN THE PALACE,

AND NEAR THE FLOOR

IN THE FURTHEST LEFT-HAND CORNER
FROM THE DOOR

YOU WILL FIND A BRASS
NAIL HEAD.

PRESS IT, AND THE LID
TO A JEWEL CUPBOARD

WILL FLY OPEN.

THE FIRST THING YOU WILL SEE
IS THE SEAL.

FETCH IT HERE.

- YES, YOUR MAJ...
- WAIT!

SPARE YOURSELF
THE JOURNEY, SIR GEOFFREY.

AS THE KING HIMSELF
MUST TESTIFY,

I SEARCHED
EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY

IN THE PRIVATE APARTMENTS.

IS THAT NOT SO, YOUR MAJESTY?

- YES.
- YES.

- AND I LOOKED
IN THE JEWEL CUPBOARD.

WAS THE SEAL THERE?

- NO.

- THROW THIS LYING SCOUNDREL
INTO THE STREET

AND HAVE HIM WHIPPED
THROUGH THE CITY.

- IF I AM THE KING,
THEN I COMMAND YOU, STAND BACK.

- THIS SMACKS OF TREACHERY
TO ME.

IT IS VERY STRANGE
THAT SUCH A BULKY OBJECT

AS THE GREAT SEAL OF ENGLAND
SHOULD JUST VANISH.

A MASSIVE GOLDEN DISK.

- WAIT, WAS IT ROUND

AND THICK WITH LETTERS
AND DEVICES ENGRAVED ON IT?

- YES.

- NOW I KNOW
WHERE THE GREAT SEAL IS.

IF ONLY YOU'D
DESCRIBED IT TO ME,

YOU COULD'VE HAD IT LONG AGO.

- MY LORD,
WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?

THEN YOU ARE
THE RIGHTFUL KING?

- NO, BUT I KNOW WHERE IT IS.

- THEN YOU MUST BE THE KING.

- IT WAS NOT ME
WHO PUT IT THERE

IN THE FIRST PLACE.

IT WAS HE
WHO IS STANDING THERE,

THE TRUE KING OF ENGLAND.

HE WILL TELL YOU HIMSELF
WHERE HE PUT IT,

THEN YOU WILL BELIEVE HIM.

THINK HARD, YOUR MAJESTY.

IT WAS THE LAST,
THE VERY LAST THING YOU DID

BEFORE YOU RAN
OUT OF THE PALACE

CLOTHED IN MY RAGS.

- YES, I REMEMBER ALL THAT.

BUT I REMEMBER NOTHING
ABOUT THE GREAT SEAL.

- YOUR MAJESTY, LET ME BRING
THAT MORNING BACK TO YOU

JUST AS IT HAPPENED.

WE TALKED.
YOU REMEMBER THAT?

- YES.

- AND YOU'D GIVEN ME
FOOD AND DRINK

AND SENT AWAY YOUR SERVANTS

SO I WOULDN'T
BE ASHAMED OF MY RAGS

AND ILL MANNERS
IN FRONT OF THEM.

- YES, I REMEMBER.

- AND THEN, FOR A JOKE,

WE EXCHANGED CLOTHES.

AND WE STOOD BEFORE A MIRROR,

AND WE LOOKED SO ALIKE.

YOU REMEMBER THAT?

- IT WAS TRUE.

- AND THEN YOU RAN
OUT OF YOUR BEDROOM,

AND YOU PASSED A TABLE.

AND THAT THING THEY CALL
THE GREAT SEAL

WAS ON THAT TABLE.

YOU LOOKED FOR A PLACE
TO HIDE IT,

AND YOUR EYES RESTED ON...

- THAT'S ENOUGH.

SIR GEOFFREY,
GO TO MY CHAMBER.

AND IN THE HEADPIECE
OF MY MILANESE ARMOR,

YOU WILL FIND THE SEAL.

- THAT'S RIGHT, MY KING.

THE CROWN OF ENGLAND
IS YOURS!

HURRY, SIR GEOFFREY,
GIVE WINGS TO YOUR FEET.

[all murmuring]

- GOD SAVE THE KING.

All: GOD SAVE THE KING.

GOD SAVE THE KING.

- GOD SAVE THE KING.

GOD SAVE THE KING.

- GOD SAVE THE KING!

NOW, MY KING,

TAKE BACK THESE ROYAL ROBES
AND GIVE ME YOUR RAGS.

- YES, STRIP
THE LITTLE VARLET

AND THROW HIM INTO THE TOWER.

- NO, LET NO ONE HARM HIM.

BUT FOR HIM, YOU WOULD NEVER
HAVE OWNED ME.

TELL ME, TOM CANTY,

HOW WAS IT THAT YOU COULD
REMEMBER WHERE I HID THE SEAL

AND I COULDN'T?

- OH, MY KING,
THAT WAS EASY.

- WHY?

- BECAUSE I USED IT
SO MANY TIMES.

- USED IT?

BUT WHAT DID YOU USE IT FOR?

SPEAK UP, LAD.
YOU'VE NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF.

HOW DID YOU USE
THE GREAT SEAL OF ENGLAND?

- TO... TO CRACK NUTS WITH.

[laughter]

- WILL YOU PLEASE
COME WITH ME, SIR?

I ASSURE YOU, SIR,
THIS IS NO JEST.

YOUR PRESENCE IS COMMANDED.

[trumpet fanfare]

♪ ♪

- LET IT BE KNOWN

THAT TOM CANTY HAS
THE PROTECTION OF THE THRONE

AND SHALL BE NOW KNOWN
BY THE HONORABLE TITLE

OF THE KING'S WARD.

HAVE YOU FOUND
YOUR MOTHER YET?

- YES, SIRE.

- GOOD.
SHE SHALL BE WELL CARED FOR.

AND WHEN YOUR FATHER IS FOUND,
WE SHALL DEAL WITH HIM.

- YOU WILL PLEASE WAIT HERE

UNTIL THE KING THINKS FIT
TO DEAL WITH YOU.

- WELL, HE'S NOT MY KING.

- ON YOUR FEET,
YOU VENOMOUS HOUND!

- HOW DARE YOU SIT
IN THE PRESENCE OF THE KING!

- TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF
THAT MAN.

HE HAS THE RIGHT TO SIT
IN THE PRESENCE OF THE KING.

WELL MET AGAIN, SIR MILES.
I THOUGHT YOU WERE LOST.

BUT IT SEEMS
YOU ARE QUITE SAFE.

THE SWORD.

THIS IS MY COMRADE IN ARMS
AND ADVERSITY, MILES HENDON.

HE WAS MY ONLY FRIEND,
AND HE SAVED MY LIFE.

ARISE, MILES HENDON,
EARL OF KENT.

EDWARD OF ENGLAND
DUBS YOU A PEER.

- NOR DID THE YOUNG KING
FORGET WHAT HE HAD LEARNED

OF THE SUFFERING AND
THE OPPRESSION OF HIS PEOPLE.

AND THE REIGN OF EDWARD VI
WAS A MOST MERCIFUL ONE

FOR THOSE HARSH TIMES.