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The enemy of England,
the York pretender!

I want to find
his wife and child.

What if I don't wish
to be your guest?

Then you may leave your son
and freely return to Scotland.

He will be tended to by midwives.
- No.

We will
change our plan.

I will give up my claim.
- No.

You can't deny
your birthright.

And if you did, the Scots
and all of Europe would abandon you.

The only thing
that keeps you safe

is if you hold fast
and they back us.

Duchess of Burgundy
bids you come to Cheapside.

They will never
let your brother out.

Your only hope
of freeing him

is putting Richard
on the throne.

If you even
think there is a chance

that that boy
is your brother Richard,

then you cannot
hurt him, Lizzie.

No.
They're poisoned.

He puts poison
in my clothes to make me sick!

Stop it! Stop it, please.

Quickly.
There is a fire.

You must disappear forever.

You would not go against your husband
for a boat builder's son,

but you would
to save your brother.

I am the son
of King Edward IV

and I will have
the throne of England!

Where is Richard?

The Tower.

We slipped out
whilst everyone was sleeping.

They're all exhausted
from the fire.

Even the guards.

Henry beat him
so badly.

You must write
to King James.

Tell him we need Scotland,
we need his armies now.

Duchess,
you have spies.

Set them to find out
where my son is.

Edward must be with me.

I will have them search.
Go and write your letter.

Her child
is already dead.

Do you think
it will help to tell her that?

I want her writing
to Scotland,

not weeping
for her infant.

Henry will kill
Prince Richard

before our messenger
is out of London...

No, he won't.

I say we gather
behind Warwick,

even if he is
simple minded.

Lizzie will not let
Henry kill him.

She knows he is her brother.

Summon your men,
my lords.

The duchess is right.
The time to strike is now.

All this time,

I thought you were
the petite fleur tremblante.

But now look at you.

A blazing white rose.

Be my eyes and ears?

Cathy will stay here
with you.

She has no reason
to return to Court.

They will simply think
she's run.

Wait here.

I told you, I told you over and over

that you must decide
and you did not.

The fire is an attempt
on your life,

and the lives
of the princes!

And the Spanish say
that you must kill him.

He must hang.

Yes, Mother.
He must.

The Spanish?

Their ambassador,
De Puebla is here.

They will not grant
the marriage

between Princess Catherine
and Prince Arthur

until the boy is dead.

And the Earl of Warwick too.

De Puebla said
Queen Isabella already told you this.

Yes.

Do you want
your son married?

You can deal
with Warwick later,

but must get rid
of the pretender now.

You have a charge.

He set the fire.

He did not set the fire.

I did.

What?

Why?

Leave us.

Leave us.

By all the saints,

I wonder how you
walk in a straight line,

your wits are
so dismally few.

Lady Mother.

I hoped he would escape.

Escape.

Yes.

Why?

Why would you
want him to escape?

Because...

Because?

Henry, you must
not kill him.

My mother called down a curse
on the murderers of the princes.

I knelt next to her, Henry,
I said the words with her,

that the murderers
of the princes

would never see
their own sons grow to men,

that their whole male line
would be blighted,

all of their sons,

all of them, dead,
in revenge for the princes.

You mustn't kill him.

You mustn't.

And you are saying that
this curse would fall on me

because he is
your brother.

He is Prince Richard.

Our sons, Henry.

Our boys.
Our precious, beautiful boys.

He is your brother.

After all this time,
and now you tell me that it's true.

You cannot kill him.

You must find
another way.

We... we must find
another way.

There is no other way.
- There is.

There has to be,
if we just think.

Henry...

Henry?

Arthur, stop it.
Give me the arrow.

I want the princes busy
at their favorite pursuits today.

They can do
what they want,

but they must be
kept occupied.

Your Grace.

I looked for you,
earlier.

Before it was light.
I could not find you.

I was here.

I was walking
in the courtyard.

The smell of burning
made me feel ill.

Where is Cathy Gordon?

I do not know, Your Grace.
I have not seen her.

Oh, well done,
Prince Arthur!

Señor De Puebla.
- Your Grace.

I carry a private message
from Queen Isabella to you.

From one mother to another.

She thought
you understood each other

and now she wonders
if you insult her and her daughter.

There is no insult.

I have the matter in hand.

Come.

Move him to be
with the Earl of Warwick.

Now.

Your Grace?

Scotland is readying armies
to come against us.

Who brought you this news?

The New Clerk.

Burgundy and Ireland

wait for the tides and the weather
to be in their favor.

Well, my aunt
has been busy, has she not?

I require your assistance.

Oh, Your Grace, you must allow me...
- No, my Lord Cardinal.

You are busy

and My Lady, the King's Mother
may need you.

Him.

Name?

Noah Luff.

Crime?

Defilin' a church.

Tutor him.

He must be word perfect.

Your Grace.

The boy has been moved

to the same cell
as the Earl of Warwick.

By whose order?

The king's.

I will deal with it.

If it's the king's wish.
- What is he thinking?

The king should be
sending for his lords,

he should be
marshalling his forces,

but instead
he sends for his mother?

Who rules us,
him or you?

Thank you for coming.

You do not need
to thank me,

I come as soon
as I am bid.

Henry.

Henry, you have moved
the imposter to be with the idiot.

You have eyes
everywhere.

It will look to your lords,
to everybody,

as if you believe him.

There's a symmetry to it,
don't you think?

Then, as now, two York boys
with a claim in the one room.

The boy is
who he says he is.

Then King Richard
was careless.

And now you must finish it
and get rid of him.

It is what is necessary.

Mother...

I am of your flesh.

You made me.

I have been advised
by so many who do not know

what it is to be standing
where I am standing,

to make decisions,
to do what is necessary,

and I would be
counseled by you

because I believe
that you do know.

I know?

Mother.

I believe it was you
who killed the boys in the Tower.

No.
- Your past actions would resolve me,

help me to do
what must be done.

Was it you?

Sometimes, Henry,

politics takes place
under the cloak of night.

You did it.

There are things that are necessary,
for the greater good,

things that must be done.

And now you are resolved.

We will be together
on this, Henry.

Let your mother guide you.

There's a curse.

What curse?

Lizzie told me that
her mother placed a curse

on the killer of her sons.

A blight on
their male line.

No heirs.

They will sicken and die.

A story to scare peasants,
but not a king.

Elizabeth Woodville
had the craft, everyone said so.

The only craft
she ever had

was making herself
pleasing to men.

You've cursed my sons.

You've damned them! You!

Their grandmother!

You've put the mark
of death on them...

You are a butcher of innocents!

You are a killer of children!

Argh!
- And now you have killed mine.

You're a monster.

You should have
left me in France.

No! No!

I wish to Christ
I was still there now,

and away from your poison.

She does not come near me.

She does not speak to me.
She does not speak for me.

Nobody listens to her.

If you defy my orders,
I'll have your heads myself.

Oh, I've missed you,

Oh, I can't breathe...

I have missed you.

I have brought you
warm shirts

and, um, fresh...
fresh bread and meat and apples.

The duchess
of Burgundy is close by.

Cathy is safe with her.

Armies gather for you.

This tower will be torn open
and they will carry you

on their shoulders
to Westminster.

I will walk.

And what will
you have, Teddy?

When we are freed?

A dog.
A friendly dog.

You may have
as many as you wish.

A hundred dogs, all of them friendly.

What is it?
What's happened?

King Richard was innocent.

It wasn't him
who killed the boys.

It was my mother.

What?

How does it work?

The curse.
Is it both boys?

I don't know.

But it's one of them.

Without a doubt, one of our sons
will die, but which one?

I don't know, Henry.

She killed the rightful king
and put me on the throne.

It's all been lies.

Our boys.

Our beautiful boys
are damned.

Come.

I want to show you
something.

Who is this?

His name is Noah Luff.

He is sentenced
to be publicly whipped and hanged.

He has struck a deal
for a simple hanging only,

with a good noose
so that it is quick.

And coins for his wife.

In return for what?

I, Perkin Warbeck,

the humble son of a boatman
from Tournai,

confess to a plot
to kill the king and the royal family.

I did falsely impersonate
the dead King Richard,

Duke of York...
- Stop, stop now.

Henry, listen to me.

All that people talk about
is that there is a prince in the Tower

and that they are ready
to fight for him.

So we show them
this man.

This man
hangs at Tyburn.

He confesses in public,
and what do people see?

Not a prince
but a criminal,

a fraud,

an imposter
telling his crimes freely

and so the rebellion
is broken,

there is no war
because there is no one

to put on the throne
instead of you.

That man there
is 'the other way' we had to find.

And then what?

The boy stays in the Tower.

A nameless prisoner.

He does not die,
he lives out his life there.

I will not sanction this.

Take him away.

The York lords will bring war
if they believe he lives.

They are bringing it now.

I have loved you, Lizzie.

How I have loved you.

I didn't know
that I could love.

You have been
the grace of my life.

But I never deserved you.

And whatever happens,
you must be safe.

Go to the Tower.

Speak to him.

Argh!

Taken a tumble?

That wasn't there
last night.

Well, it's there now.

Call my ladies.
I want to dress.

There's no one outside.

Of course there is!

Where are they?

Once you've seen
My Lady, the King's Mother

half-throttled
by her beloved son,

you're a lot less willing
to jump to the stick.

Find my ladies.

Demand they attend me.

I am still who I am.

For now.

All that power you had,
Margaret.

All that hard-fought-for power.

Can you feel it all
slipping through your fingers?

Because I can.

You have the look
of our mother.

And that doesn't
please you?

I loved her very much,
but I didn't always like her.

I hated her ambition.

What it did to us.

Nothing else mattered
but power.

She was a queen.

And look where we are
from her ambition.

I would like to ask her
if it was all worth it.

Lizzie, two boys died
in this Tower,

but these two men
will not.

We will walk free.

We will be restored.

There will be justice.

A vicious wrong
will be set right.

And what would
happen to us?

Your children
are my nephews and my niece.

They will be honored.

And you are the king's sister.
You will be a great lady.

And my husband?

He's a soldier,
isn't he?

He has his honor.
He will fight to the death.

And that would be
the end of it.

We would be widowed
and fatherless but stay at court,

no other factions rising
for children with a Tudor claim.

There would be peace.

It is God's will, Lizzie.

The bird took the bread!

He took it.
- Oh, dear God.

You are so like my father
when you laugh.

Henry?

Henry, please.

Henry?

Henry, please open the door.

Henry.

Henry sees no one.

Sits in darkness.

His mind turns against itself.

His lords plan
for war without him.

And Lizzie,
what does she do?

Doesn't she have you followed?

Of course,

but her ladies
believe in Richard too,

so they look
the other way.

From King James.

How does your son?

Well, thank you.

The duchess' spies
hear nothing about mine.

I'm sorry.

When I am Queen, Margaret Beaufort
will be shown no mercy.

None at all.

She's young.

She will have more children.

Scotland has been generous.

Two thousand men
are waiting on the tides

to bring my armies
and the Irish here to join them.

Yes!

We will cut Henry's men down,

and all these years
of Tudor filth

will seem nothing at all.

I should go
before I'm missed.

Your husband will be
among those loyal to Henry.

He's loyal to me,
Duchess.

Of course.

You'd let
a Tudor loyalist live?

You have to go to Henry.

You must tell him
there is no curse.

But there is.

A widow and a virgin

hurling oaths
against their enemies

because words
are all they have.

That is not a curse.

Tell me,
My Lady, the King's Mother,

how do you stand there
in the sight of God with that sin,

that stain
of child murder on your soul?

We are going to lose everything.

That little boy
you removed from Cathy Gordon,

that baby
you sent away for nursing,

has he been nursed
into his grave?

How do you sleep?

How are you not
bowed down with shame?

How do you not howl with the grief
of what you have done?

Was this always your plan?

Get close to the crown,

un-man the king
with some...

sour whore's trick

so your family
can steal it back for themselves?

When have
I ever had a plan?

Even now,
at my husband's orders,

I must broker the safety
of what sons I have left

after the chaos
you have unleashed.

Elizabeth.

If you are not shocked
by what you will do for your children,

if you are not appalled

by how far you will go for those

they drag out of you
while you screamed,

then you are not a woman
worthy of the name.

Mother...

You're frightened.

No, of course not.

Are we in danger?

Will we go
to the Tower?

My darling boy,
no harm will come to you,

not ever, not you,
my darling boy.

Scorched brick
and burning wood.

It smells of war.

If I close my eyes,
it's as if I'm back at Bosworth

and no time at all
has passed.

Bosworth
is a long time passed.

You never knew the truth

of how your
Uncle Richard died, did you?

He was beaten to death.

No,

not to death.

Beaten, yes.

Beaten and beaten.
But he wouldn't die.

One eye stamped
from his head

and the other
still rolled and blinked.

He was still breathing,

blood bubbling
on his lips.

The men violated his body
again and again

and I did nothing.
I...

didn't stop them.

I saw that he lived
and I encouraged them

to do what they wanted,

like animals,
tearing at him.

Please stop.
- We rolled him into a pit

and threw earth on him and he was
still alive when it hit his face.

And I thought...

'Is this what happens
to a king?'

He rises in the morning
and he is above all men,

second only to God.

and by nightfall,
he is an obscenity

of flesh
and splintered bone,

choking on the mud
that stuffs his mouth.

'Is this what happens
to a king?'

And then
I put the thought from me

because the crown
was placed on my head.

I believed I had been given
the right by God to rule,

but I hadn't.

I was never given the right.

The peace we have had
was hard won

and now we are heading
towards another war.

Did you go to the Tower?

He says we...

He says we will be safe.

I trust him
to honor his word.

And the Tudor lords?

And do you trust them?

They will fight tooth and nail

till the whole country
looks like this.

I'm trying to
protect my sons...

The only way you can
protect our sons

is by telling the world
you killed the boy.

You are the king.

In name only.

I wasn't given the right.

The right is
not given, Henry.

It is taken.

It is taken by blood, by murder.

Where is God in that?

The king's divinity is a tale men
tell themselves but the right is taken.

It is taken by force

and held by force.

So take the right, Henry.

Take it.

Bring him out!

How can they do this?
How can she execute her brother?

I have to go.
- I forbid it.

They will have spies there.

If you go,
you look like a sympathizer.

Perhaps I am!

Are you carrying messages?

You always said
you had no interest in the court,

that you wanted
no part of it.

And I don't,
but I want my brother back.

All my life
I have been good.

I have been biddable.

I've been quiet.

I married
who I was told to marry,

and I thank God
every day for you, I do,

but I will not
be biddable anymore.

I want my brother back
and I will have him

because the York lords have
what they've always wanted.

They have a king,

and Teddy is free
to just be Teddy,

not the Earl of Warwick
with a claim to the throne.

He can just be my brother
and we can be happy.

And our son?

What of him
if you are caught?

Do you even think of him?

You must promise me
you will not go.

You will not carry letters.

You must promise me.

My Lady.

Christ,
how the mob stinks.

Traitor!

Your men are ready?

They're ready.

I do not want a single hair
on King Richard's head harmed.

I, Perkin Warbeck,

the humble son
of a boatman from Tournai,

confess to a plot to kill
the king and the royal family.

I did falsely impersonate
the dead King Richard, Duke of York,

and I confess
my crimes freely.

It's not him.

Have your men fall back.

It's not him.

They believe it.

You're certain it wasn't him?

Find a way to get this
to the Spanish Ambassador.

Where have you been?

I was settling
my son, My Lady.

He couldn't sleep
for all the stories of the hanging.

What game
are you playing?

I should greet him.

Spain is being lied to,
Señor De Puebla.

My aunt is in London?

She was at Tyburn?

They have had help.

The duchess
and the York lords had help

from inside the palace.

Your Grace.

You tire
of the dancing?

You tell us
the pretender is dead,

but he isn't, is he?

Yes, of course, he is.

Allow me to put it
in the most simple of terms.

You want Prince Arthur to marry
our treasure, Princess Catalina?

Why should Spain yoke its pearl

to this rotting beast
that is England?

You are supposed
to be the peace.

Be the peace.

I give you this one night
to consider what I have said.

We have enemies, Henry.

When they come,
we will be outnumbered.

You, Arthur,
and Harry will die.

No.

He made promises,
he said he would

honor you and the boys.

Promises are always made.
And they are always broken.

Always.

We have to let him live

or we will sacrifice
both our sons to the curse.

My mother once said
that perhaps her craft was just luck,

good timing
that she called magic.

But what is certain
is that men with swords are coming

and they will not stop.

My aunt will not stop

until they have a York
on the throne.

There must be no York
left with a claim.

That is the only way
to stop them.

I bring news of Lady Gordon's child.

Don't open the door.

No, no.

What are you doing?

Teddy is simple.

He's an innocent.

To them he is power.

And we must take
that power from them.

I've missed you, Lizzie.

I have missed you too.

Why have you come
to see me?

Can I go home yet?

We hoped you could
help us with a question.

We wondered what

you and Prince Richard
talked about?

The plot

against King Henry?

He said I could have
a friendly dog.

As many dogs
as I wanted.

A hundred!

Teddy, can you write your name?

I knew you could.
Show me.

Just there.

You are such
a clever boy, Teddy.

The Earl of Warwick's confession

to treason, Your Grace.

You may read here
the details

of his plot
with the pretender

to usurp the throne.

Lock that away.

We never want
to see it again.

What's happening?

The Earl of Warwick?

Why did you make him
write his name?

He must be woken.

Where is my sister?

Must we call the guards?

I'll walk.

We will both walk.

I know something
is happening.

My lord?

No. I don't want to.
- I'm here.

I'm here.

We must kneel, Teddy.

No, I don't want to.

I don't want to,
I don't like this,

I don't like it, I'm scared, I'm scared.

Stay back.

Teddy, sweetest boy.
You must kneel.

You must.
- I'm scared.

Come.

It's all right.

It's all right.

What did I do?
What did I do?

I'll be good,
I'll be good.

You are so good.

So good.
Just look at them.

I'll be good, I'll be good.

You are good.
You are good, so good.

Just look at me.

Just look at me.
You're so good, such a good boy.

Just look at me.

What is it?

Did you look away, Lizzie?

Did you
close your eyes?

You closed your eyes,
didn't you?

Yes.

Only one coffin.

So I am to disappear.
As if I had never been.

A royal execution.

Henry grants me
this dignity at least.

Don't close your eyes.

Because you know
what you do this day.

You know what you do.

So witness it.

England, receive my blood!

Why?

Why did you
give me no choice?

The Earl of Warwick was executed
for treason this morning.

My aunt is returning
to Burgundy

where she will live a life
of sober contemplation.

Cathy Gordon is in the palace.

She will become
a permanent part

of my household
and I will care for her.

Where is Prince Richard?

Your husband begged
for your life, Maggie.

He begged for you.

We were moved
and we have chosen to be kind.

The curse will
come down on you.

The curse.

A widow and a virgin
hurling oaths against their enemies

because words are
all they have.

You will weep
for your children, Elizabeth.

All your hopes destroyed!

That is the curse

and it is on you!

Embroider something, Maggie.

It soothes the mind.

Teddy!

And now, we will rule.

King Henry.

You will always be
by my side?

Always.

They are waiting for us.

Greet your mother.

We are one.
Nothing divides us.

You have done us
great service.

What is your name?

My name is Wolsey,
Your Grace.

You are in our favor,
Wolsey.

You will stand with us
and be tutor to Prince Henry.

We welcome
the Ambassadors from Spain.

A great alliance
has been forged

with the betrothal
of Prince Arthur

and Princess Catherine
of Aragon.

A triumphant day.

Worth everything.

You and I, Lizzie.

We understand each other.

What we will do.

We are one
and the same.

You are too close,
Lady Mother.

Step back.