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It is not he.

Pardon Senor.

You! Follow me!

I will die in peace Monsieur, if you will take this.

To Francis Drake.

- You're badly wounded, I can't leave you. - If you love England...

Gatekeeper! Open up.

I have a message for Captain Drake. Where can I find him.

Senor. The document belongs to us.

Give it to me and no harm will come to you.

Get him!

You! Up there. Come!

Come on!

You've a quick blade and quarrelsome friends, Sir.

That's a bad mixture.

I must find Captain Drake.

If there's a good cause, you've found him.

In my doublet...

- Take him on board, Tom. - Aye aye, Sir.

Thank you, Captain.

Captain Winter...

This map shows every fort in the Pacific where Spanish gold is gathered.

All we need is Queen Elizabeth's permission to put to sea.

Buenos dias. I'm distressed to hear Your Excellency

has another complaint.

In his last dispatch, His Majesty the King of Spain

instructs me to convey his anxiety

for the continued attacks by English ships on Spanish property.

On the high seas, Spanish ships are destroyed by English pirates

and their cargoes stolen. This, Ma'am.

does not help to strengthen the friendly relations between our countries.

But you're so dear to my heart, my dear Ambassador.

In that case Ma'am, may I suggest

that your majesty make an example by punishing the worst and most notorious

of these privateers, Captain Drake.

Drake? Drake?

Lord Burleigh...

Where is Captain Drake?

I fear I cannot enlighten your majesty.

We shall write to the King of Spain ourselves, my Lord Ambassador.

Inform him we have every intention of punishing this man.

- As soon as the opportunity arises. - Then it has just arisen, Ma'am.

I understand that Captain Drake is in this palace now,

- awaiting an audience. - Oh, that is impossible.

No, no.

Summon him into our presence.

Captain Drake?

I'm Captain Drake, this is Mr. Marsh, my aide.

The Queen summons you to her presence.

- Arabella! I was hoping... - So here you are.

You haven't shown up for two weeks.

I... I must talk to you.

Can we go into the garden.

- So you're Francis Drake? - You Majesty's servant Ma'am.

Then I'm ill served.

- Ma'am? - Stay there.

You have incurred our great displeasure.

We're not at war with Spain. the King of Spain is my kinsman and friend.

Yet you sink and burn his ships and pillage his treasure.

Am I to condone murder and theft?

- Ma'am I did it... - Silent.

Get to your feet!

Give me your sword.

Sir Francis Walsingham, have this pirate taken to the Tower

and confined there until we make known our pleasure.

Madam.

Your Majesty's defence of the rule of law

will serve as an example for all time.

But don't you see, it was a wonderful stroke of...

Excuse me.

A stroke of luck. I'd gone to Plymouth hoping

to enlist with Drake and meeting him the way I did, I gained his friendship.

- Now I'm his aide. - Congratulations.

Darling, I know you're against this.

I'm not leaving you alone. The Queen is fond of you.

Since you escaped from France, you've been under her protection

and when are you coming back from this voyage?

- Oh, about three years. - Three years?

Am I supposed to wait, sacre bleu, for 3 years?

- If you loved me you would. - If you loved me, you'd stay here.

Take a post in court and be a gentleman.

Instead of joining with a gang of pirates.

Any man would be proud to enlist with Drake.

But you don't want a man for a husband. You want a tame, useless, idle...

idiot!

- Like those gentlemen over there. - I see now.

That even all dressed up as you are,

you'll never make a husband.

And I can see that I was a fool, to think I could ever love a Frenchwoman.

One should not be bitter, Captain, should one?

Sir Captain...

Take it, you'll need it.

I'm surprised.

You're an ordinary man.

From the reports I've had, I expected a giant.

Did we manage to deceive His Excellency?

Not entirely and not for long.

No one knows better what's happening in England than Don Bernardino.

Except myself of course.

He has a remarkable system of spies equaled only by my own.

Which sometimes leads to a curious situation when we find ourselves

employing the same men.

Then we may as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb.

Have you the money?

Drake...

Come here.

This is my share in the cost of your expedition.

See that my Lord Burley, the Lord Treasurer hears nothing of this.

- Or he'll never smile again. - I give you three years, Drake.

Three years and no more.

See that you bring me a good profit.

A mountain of Spanish gold, Ma'am.

Arabella!

Easy there, easy.

Excuse me.

Women are stupid. I made up my mind never to speak to you again.

- But you changed it. - Only to give you the chance to change yours.

Then you must love me.

- I suppose so. - I love you too.

That's why I must go with Drake.

Just now I'm no one. Marriage would be impossible.

I may come back rich. Even famous.

You may never come back at all.

- I may lose you. - Don't worry, Drake always comes back.

And I'll come back with him, I promise.

But I want you now.

Mr. Marsh.

Arabella, wait for me. I won't be long.

So you've decided?

Only a year or two.

Wait for me!

Welcome aboard, Mr. Marsh.

I... I was saying goodbye.

Was your sweetheart cursing me.

Yes Sir.

So are a 100 other wives, mothers and sweethearts.

Fortunately for England.

And so gentlemen.

After 32 days our progress is good.

- The wind holds fair and all goes well. - Not quite, Sir.

Water is beginning to turn foul on all ships.

We'll secure a fresh supply of water here in Morocco.

Any other questions?

Some of the crew are asking why we're heading into an empty sea.

and away from the gold routes of the Spanish ships.

Those are my orders, Mr. Moon.

If we continue our present course, we'll arrive at the southern tip of America.

- Precisely! - And then?

And then I shall issue further orders.

Very good, Sir.

Mr. Fletcher...

See that all hands attend morning prayers. Good day.

What's on your mind, Mr. Marsh?

The crew are getting restless and quarrelsome.

They're not happy with the course we're taking.

Steering is the correct term, Mr. Marsh.

After you've sailed 2 or 3 times you'll find the crew restless after a fortnight.

Yes Sir, but...

What else is bothering you?

I shouldn't say this, but...

But even some of the officers...

- I know Mr. Cardigan is a friend of yours - He's one of my best friends.

Good day, Mister.

83 days since we left Plymouth. 42 days since we touched land.

Food and water are strictly rationed.

- Touched land. - Food and water are strictly rationed.

2 cases of scurvy among the crew.

Miraculous... 2 cases. Miraculously the winds have not failed us.

But even one day now without wind could mean disaster.

You want water, men?

I'd give you water if I was the Captain.

I'd give you the treasure too.

- Captain, there's trouble on the deck. - What kind of trouble?

- Cardigan. - I see.

- I think you better come. - Yes, well...

You go back to your post Malcolm, come on.

Remember men...

If Drake refuses...

He must die! Are you with me?

What's it all about, Will?

This can't go on, Captain.

You've led us into a watery desert, to die like rats.

The men refuse to follow you any longer.

What do you suggest?

Taking over the ship.

Sharing the food and water among the men and with the first wind...

we sail for the Spanish gold coast, where we can find...

Water, food and treasure.

- Give me your sword! - What?

I charge you with inciting a mutiny Give me your sword.

Be careful what you say, Sir. These men are all sworn to follow me.

One word and they'll throw you overboard.

Say it!

Say it, Cardigan.

Seize him, men.

Seize him! Seize him d'you hear me?

Seize him! Seize him!

As captain of this ship, I find you guilty of mutiny.

Now give me your sword.

Take this, Mr. Marsh, sir.

Captain.

Captain.

What do you want?

You can't hang Cardigan.

The man was your friend.

Can't you do something to stop this?

NO!

If he hadn't been my friend

I probably could have saved him.

No... go... go.

For what happened, yesterday.

I will answer before God and Her Majesty.

For what is to happen in the future...

the matter rests in your hands.

We have a long hard voyage in front of us.

But at the end of it, much profit. To us and to England.

Now...

If there are those of you who are afraid of the dangers...

and would return home to England, I'll give you the Marigold.

But take heed, those of you who go in her.

that you go homeward.

For if I find you in my way

I will surely sink you.

Well, men...

Which of you is a coward, and for home?

and who is for Drake?

DRAKE!

DRAKE!

DRAKE!

Ran into an appalling tempest. I had to run before the wind.

Drake stayed to fight it out, but not even Drake could have survived.

Nor anyone in his ship?

No one.

Thank you Captain Winter.

Arabella, I can't bear to see you unhappy.

I can't bear it. I loved him.

I'm so sorry. I know how you must feel.

- If it's any help... - I wanted comfort when he went away.

Not, since I know he's dead.

This is Captain Winter, Ma'am.

Straighten yourself. I refuse to converse with the crown of your head.

You've brought us sad news.

I fear so, Ma'am.

After the storm, we came out of shelter and searched for two weeks.

And you felt disinclined to continue the voyage?

My men were reluctant, without Drake to lead us.

I understand.

If Drake is dead, we must give in.

- We have no alternative. Madrid is expecting our answer - NO!

Ma'am, we must face reality. Spanish law... - NO!

- What does your Majesty suggest? - Do what we've always done.

Wait.

Wait for Drake to come back.

- Tom, come here. - Sir?

- Something very strange has happened to us. - What's wrong, Sir?

Look.

- Where's the Captain. - Down below, Sir.

- I've taken our position, Captain. - Where are we?

Well?

I know we've been driven South by the storm, but...

According to the map...

Yes?

We're on dry land.

In the middle of this continent Australis.

- Do you draw any conclusions. - I took the measurements most carefully

Do you?

Only that the map is wrong.

Congratulations, Mr. Marsh on your discovery.

The continent of Australis is somewhere else.

You must forget Malcolm, Arabella. If he's alive,

he's in the hands of the Spaniards. You'll never see him again.

How can I be sure of that?

If Drake died as they say he did,

his men would have no chance without him.

But it may not be true.

Don't torture yourself. Forget the past.

Very soon now. I'll be able to give you wealth.

- A high position at court. - And love?

Of course.

This is the spot indicated on the French Map, Costa Hermosa, Chile.

Seems to be deserted.

Maybe we'll go ashore and look around anyway.

Bring her into the wind and drop anchor.

Lower away two long boats for a landing party.

Looks as if they've been loading a ship here captain.

- Mr. Chester? - Yes, Sir?

Stay here with 5 men and guard the boats.

Mr. Marsh, let's follow these tracks.

Not so much noise, men.

Be like taking rum from a drunken sailor.

What shall we do with them?

Take two men and get that mule driver. No noise. Keep behind the trees.

Gather all the arms. No noise. Don't wake them up.

How can they sleep with all that snoring?

He's Portuguese and no friend of the Spanish King.

He swears a Spanish treasure ship was here a week ago and took all the gold.

- Those tracks on the beach. I knew it. - I wonder.

But there's a gold mine in the forest.

Fine. He could lead us to it right now.

Tell him to take us to the mine.

Come on!

Moon, you and the mules and some other men wait here.

Come on, men.

Let's go.

Get that man out of the way.

Hurry!

Captain Drake!

- Captain Drake. The Spaniards. - Come on.

Manuel!

Fire!

Malcolm, take charge!

After them!

Now!

Malcolm, disarm!

- Captain, Manuel wants to stay with us. - I don't blame him.

Tell him he can keep his sword. He's with us.

Tom, nail that to the cave entrance. Let get everybody out of here.

Come on!

Everyone out of here. Come on!

His Most Catholic Majesty King Philip the Second of Spain.

Sacred Majesty, it is as we feared.

Drake is alive in the Pacific, mocking our power.

He's chasing our gold, collecting ships up the coast of Chile and Peru.

- He barely missed them at Valparaiso. - So this is England's game.

Delay signing the treaty with us as long as possible,

hoping that Drake will come back, laden with our gold.

I sometimes feel that Our Lord has sent us Queen Elizabeth as a trial.

To expiate our sins and make us worthy of the life to come.

The Queen of Scots who is still Queen Elizabeth's prisoner

would be a more tractable ally,

If Queen Elizabeth were no longer on the throne...

If we were instrumental in making Mary Stuart queen of England,

There are too many ifs, Don Bernardino.

We have many sympathizers at the English court

Young people are discontented with the present reign.

- They would gladly help us. - No.

Now listen, you go now to London and conclude the treaty with England.

A treaty is only a piece of paper, Sacred Majesty.

We cannot win over the English by diplomatic agreement.

- They can only be crushed by force. - No!

We wish to avoid war if possible.

You will also convey our sympathy and encouragement

to the captive Queen of Scots, through the usual channel.

Yes, Majesty.

I've gone over this treaty with great care, Ma'am.

It considerably increases our loan from Spain.

His Majesty, the King, my master hopes this treaty will seal the friendship

between England and Spain.

We will study it my Lord Ambassador.

I have sad news for you, Ma'am.

Some Spanish mariners found the bodies of Drake and his men, washed ashore.

And gave them a Christian burial.

Young boys lost in the search for fortune.

Thank you my Lord Ambassador.

More pain.

Don Bernardino.

He's alive. Drake's alive and well.

It's the worst defeat we've suffered, losing that gold ship.

after chasing it for 3 months.

Why can't we go into port and board her?

- Ask him. - Manuel and I went scouting at dawn.

Here's a drawing.

This is the harbour entrance, guns on either side.

Here's the town, full of soldiers.

The gold ship is anchored here.

Right next to a Spanish man of war with brass cannons.

It'd be suicide.

What's that, what's that singing?

It sounds like Manuel. A love song, Sir.

Malcolm, select 10 men, the best. With good strong voices.

- Voices? - Voices. Go on.

Now listen.

Manuel and I are going to sing a song.

All you have to learn is Te amo abajo la luz.

Alright? And put some feeling into it. It means, I love you put out the light.

Remember you're supposed to be drunk. Shouldn't be too hard for this lot.

As the captain said, you're drunk and you love her.

Alright?

Come on, hurry up.

Somebody can hoist the sail, Come on!

Malcolm, steer her straight for the harbour entrance.

We've caught them with only a watch crew on board.

Let's hope Castro and his men do a good job on that warship.

They've done a good job.

They've responded, Sir.

Get your topsails down.

All hands make sail! Come on, up there!

Look alive men!

That's the last lot. Now we've chartered all the gold, Sir.

A full year's consignment.

The King of Spain will have to eat nails for a while.

We have their cannons, powder and shot.

They had to repair that warship.

Good boy, Tom. Sound the call. We're leaving immediately.

Mr. Marsh, get your men aboard. We're sailing.

I've saved you some supper, Captain.

Why that's stealing, Mr. Marsh.

I hear her Majesty wishes you to carry a letter to the Queen of Scots.

- Will you take a present from me to her? - From you?

She did a kindness to my father when he was at the French court.

He never had a chance to thank her.

And so I would like to do it for him.

And... this is the present.

But would they allow me to deliver a present to her?

It would have to be concealed, of course.

- And if they find it? - They won't if you don't let them.

- But if they should... - Now don't be afraid.

There's nothing wrong.

Believe me...

There's nothing wrong.

Her Majesty bids me express her gratitude for the surcoat she received.

The Queen is too kind, I'm glad my surcoat pleased her.

I must have embroidered miles of material during my captivity.

I wonder how many miles more still ahead?

And this is a gift from your devoted servant Mr. Babington.

Tales of Bandelo. How charming.

Please thank Her Majesty for me, and please thank Mr. Babington too.

Your Majesty.

Patience...

King and your friends

Are working

For your freedom.

Unless Drake comes to her rescue.

I would take Elizabeth's place.

Well, we've sailed further north in the Pacific than any other man.

Captain, the water in the hold is still rising. no matter how hard we pump.

We'll just have to beach the ship and make repairs.

Captain, look!

- A nasty looking lot of savages. - I hope they're here to welcome us.

Either way we've got to land. By nightfall the ship will start to sink

Have all hands wear their dress uniforms and lower the boats for landing.

- Aye Sir. - Oh, Tom...

- Load all starboard canons for a salute - Aye aye, Sir.

FIRE!

You know, I think we should try and tell them I'm not a king.

- A servant of a great queen. - I�ve something prepared, Sir.

- If you'll permit me. - What is it Tom?

Come over here.

Now listen to me.

This... is Her Majesty.

Understand?

This... is our Captain.

He and all of us...

We all serve Her Majesty there.

Is that clear?

- Quite clever, Tom. - Thank you, Sir.

I had that picture taken out, just in case.

Captain, look.

- Mr. Marsh, take over. - Me, Captain?

Yes, that's an order, Mr. Marsh.

- Very well, if it's an order. - Yes, exactly.

To him... Give her to him.

Thank you.

What's your name?

My name... Malcolm.

Yours?

Malcolm... You.

Apotato Potato.

Potato...

- Malcolm... Potato. - Potato... Malcolm.

Pleased to meet you.

Oh, breakfast.

Good morning.

Earth apples.

- Yum yum? - Yum yum.

You know what I'll do? I'll call these...

Potatoes in your honour.

Me Malcolm, you Potato,

Potato.

Because you're such a nice girl.

Girl?

Me... boy. You...

Girl.

- Captain Drake? - Just a minute.

Come in.

- I must talk to you. - Yes, Parson Fletcher.

It's a disgrace, Sir.

Venturesome females filter into this camp despite the guards.

Oh, really. Well...

The men have been at sea 20 months. The flesh is weak.

You wouldn't think so if you inspect this camp tonight, Sir.

Kikiki, kukuku all over the place.

Kikikuku, what does that mean?

I wouldn't dare tell you, Sir.

It's the local language made by the devil.

You seem to be rather proficient in it, Parson.

Would you care for a puff of this local weed.

They call it To-bacco. Quite stimulating.

There's too much stimulation in this camp as it is, Sir.

There is one girl called Potato.

She is in Mr. Marsh�s care.

Potato, yes. Well...

Mr. Marsh is a man of the sturdiest morals and...

this girl is the chief's daughter.

And I depend on his good will to complete our good work and sail on.

Therefore Mr. Marsh is doing his bit for England.

We are leaving you, but we will always remember you

and your people as our very good friends. Her Majesty will know

she has good and faithful subjects in this remote part of the world.

You go. He stay.

They his wives.

He promise marry them.

What? I never promised anything.

You lie!

He do this.

This mean I marry you.

- Why the devil did you do that? - How was I to know...

They were doing it to me. I did it back to them.

What do we do now?

I think you better marry them, Mr. Marsh.

He stay.

Looks like you'll be the first English viceroy in this part of the world.

Captain.

- Make ready the topsail. - Aye aye, Sir.

Make ready the topsail.

Any sign of our bridegroom yet?

I think he'll make it, Sir.

There he is.

Better get ready to welcome him aboard, Mr. Moon.

Come, Ma'am, this is a treaty with Spain, not a death warrant.

How can you be sure?

But we've agreed. We have no choice. We must sign.

The Spanish ambassadors are waiting Your Majesty's pleasure.

Her Majesty will see you now, Don Bernardino Mendoza.

My Lords.

Sir!

A letter from Drake. He's back.

May this agreement between Your Majesty and His Majesty the King, my master

lead to a new age of mutual understanding.

I need your help.

Stop him.

Captain Drake presents his humble duty, Ma'am.

He's lying at Plymouth Sound and awaits Your Majesty's pleasure.

- He has a hold full of... - Booty!

Stolen by open piracy! How dare he!

Get up!

See that a message goes at once to Sir Edmund Tremaigne at Plymouth.

Seal the hold of Drake's ship and have her brought up the Thames to Deptford.

How fortunate Your Excellency was here.

To observe the fountain of justice flowing with its customary bounty Madam.

If you Majesty would complete this document.

We shall give it our most urgent consideration.

Walsingham...

See that Tremaigne turns his back long enough for Drake to remove his

share of the booty before the hold is sealed.

What's your name.

- Malcolm Marsh, at Your Majesty's service. - This is a happy day for us.

May this ring always remind you of the joy you brought us with this good news.

Your Majesty.

It is the greatest honour for myself and my men for you to set foot...

We have come here to punish you as you deserve.

Give me your sword.

On your knees.

The King of Spain has asked for your head.

Has your sword a good edge?

It's become rather blunt with much use Ma'am.

We shall see if it is sharp enough for our purpose.

Arise...

Sir Francis Drake.

Now show me my share of the profits.

Yes, Ma'am.

May I escort you, Ma'am?

- Mr. Moon - Sir?

Would you permit me, Ma'am. An additional surprise from our voyage.

- What's the name of this curious fruit? - It's an earth apple, Ma'am.

Grown by your subjects in New Albion.

Mr. Marsh gave it the name. Po-tato.

- What name? - Potato

Mr. Marsh...

Your potato is delicious.

How d'you come to give it such a strange name?

- He'll tell me some time. - Yes, Ma'am.

Permit me Ma'am. Wine from the Canary Islands.

On its way to the King of Spain's table when I encouraged it to change course.

I think it appropriate we should drink to the health of an absent friend.

Don Bernardino de Mendoza.

Malcolm. I can't believe you're home.

- I thought I'd never see you again. - I'm here darling.

And you'll see a great deal of me to bursting, all night.

Unless you've... decided differently?

- What do you mean? - Well, that Babington.

You seem to prefer his company to mine.

It's not that.

We are... to be betrothed.

Betrothed?

- To be married? - What do you expect?

I was here alone and desperate.

Crying my eyes out, over your death,

while you were enjoying yourself all over the world.

Enjoying myself?

Foul water, rancid food...

Storms, the seas... Savages!

And Potato?

Well...

Well, what about them?

From what I hear, it was your favourite dish.

Look darling, let's not quarrel. I'm back. That's the main thing.

Now we can be married.

Arabella.

Come.

- No! Who the devil does he think he is? - Kindly remember Mr. Marsh...

You are no longer in my service.

Sir Francis Drake.

So our dear sister in England has finally defied us openly.

She will not live to regret it, Sacred Majesty.

If we have Your Majesty's consent to act?

In a month from now, Elizabeth will come to a castle near Queen Mary's prison.

There will be a masked ball.

All the men devoted to our cause will be there.

The reign of Queen Elizabeth will come to an end.

- I'm with you. - This is a map of the countryside.

Queen Elizabeth will spend the night here in this castle.

And over here only 5 miles away is Tutbury Castle

where Queen Mary is kept.

But there's one problem left.

How to free the Queen of Scots from her prison, while we strike at Elizabeth.

I think I have a solution to that.

Drink up.

15 solid days we've been following this court around the country.

From castle to castle, ball to ball. Curtseying and carrying on like...

I can't stand much more of this.

Glory and fame have their price, Sir Francis.

Perhaps you'd rather be sweating still, in the American jungle.

Toiling against hardship and fever...

The Spanish.

Of course not Ma'am. Of course that's not true.

- Wouldn't it be wonderful? - Yes.

At once Captain.

What d'you mean at once? What's the matter with you?

You and your French girl again, huh?

and that Babington. They're both members of the Queen's household.

That means they have the opportunity of spending a great deal of time together.

Stop moping around and go after her.

Has court like knocked the fighting spirit out of you?

Go on.

Arabella.

You are to accompany me to Tutbury at once.

Tutbury, where the Queen of Scots?

Don't let anyone hear you. We are taking a letter to the Queen of Scots

- Her Majesty's orders. - Orders?

Lady Anne.

Orders?

Keep smiling, as though I were telling you a story.

The Queen's life is in danger.

We've intercepted a letter from the Spaniards to the Queen of Scots

with a plan to assassinate Her Majesty during

this royal progress through the country.

We don't know where, when or by whom.

So if you could rally your best men and keep your eye open.

The traitors my be here now, behind any of those masks.

- Here, Sir. - Gather the boys, I think there's going to be trouble.

Very good, Sir.

You can't come in here. The Queen's private apartments.

Only for members of the Queens' household.

- What do you want? - Arabella!

What do you think you're...

Welcome Mr. Marsh, we meet again.

We have been watching your career, with considerable interest.

Ever since that night in Plymouth.

No don't kill him. We must find out why he's here.

- Maybe he knows something. - Malcolm!

Malcolm!

Sorry Sir. No one can enter the Queen's apartments.

- No of course. Have you seen my aide? - No we haven't, Sir. Sorry.

Thank you.

Welcome back to Tutbury, Lady Arabella.

These gentlemen are from the Queen's household.

With a letter from Her Majesty to the Queen of Scots.

Please follow me.

You may only stay for a short visit, My Lady and Lords.

Your Majesty. - Arabella, dear.

We have a message from the Queen, Ma'am.

The hour of Your Majesty's freedom has come.

God bless Your Majesty.

We come to take you away. There's not a moment to be lost.

Freedom.

After all these years. I can hardly believe it.

My Lady, we must beg you, to lend your cloak... to Her Majesty.

The time is come. The Queen is retiring. We must escort her to her room.

For the last time...

Will you tell us why you are here?

Who sent you?

My Lords...

I hope some day to be able to repay you for this.

The visit is over, My Lady and Lords.

Please convey my compliments to Her Majesty.

The Queen of Scots has escaped!

Don't you dare touch her. Elizabeth is dead.

You are laying hands on the Queen of England.

Francisco, we are ready.

Drop your swords in the Queen's name.

Babington, Hawthorn, Hilliard.

13 young man of Her Majesty's court.

and Arabella du Clos, lady in waiting.

Some of them may be blameless.

Tonight they�ve delivered themselves into our hands.

All of them!

They'll all go to the Tower.

The Queen of Scots will be moved to Fotheringay Castle and tried for treason

Good night, my Lords. Thank you.

I'm moved by your loyalty. Good night.

Pray for me.

There has been a mistake.

Arabella would never betray anybody.

She is guilty of plotting with the Queen's enemies.

- She carried the letter. - Without knowing its contents.

She was tricked by her friends.

Are you serious? Do you honestly believe she's such a child?

No.

But I believe she's completely honest.

She's devoted to the Queen.

Alright. I'll see what I can do.

There's no one else in England to whom I'd grant an audience

at this time, Drake.

What d'you want?

- A life, Ma'am. - A life?

A girl, Arabella du Clos, the fianc�e of my aide, Mr. Marsh.

Tell Mr. Marsh to get himself another girl.

Sentence has been pronounced. There's nothing I can do about it.

Ma'am. We're alone.

All I ask is a little gesture of compassion.

We're not in the mood for compassion today. You may go.

You were certainly in the mood for compassion on the night of the plot.

That's not fair.

We were bitter and disillusioned and you comforted us.

What do you want in exchange, you've had knighthood, honours...

- Money? More money, - More money?

What about the shiploads of Spanish gold I've brought Your Majesty.

- The pearls around Your Majesty's neck. - How dare you.

I've hanged men for less.

Don't step on that one under your boot.

I never want to see you in my presence again. Understand?

Give me those pearls!

They are beautiful aren't they?

I remember the night we got these.

Mr. Marsh risked his life boarding a Spanish ship.

So did you, Drake.

We'll sail again and bring you ten times as much.

We're both pirates, Drake.

You're a great Queen, Ma'am.

We love you.

You can have your wretched girl's life.

But she will remain a prisoner in the tower.

You're very generous, Ma'am.

Nevertheless...

She will remain a prisoner in the tower.

Yes, Ma'am.

Malcolm. I have been a fool.

It doesn't matter now.

- You saved my life. - Drake saved it.

Your Drake.

From now on, our Drake.

There is a crowd outside, on Tower Hill.

It's like a public holiday.

Why are they silent?

Why?

Your Excellency calls early.

I'm here to take leave of you Ma'am.

- Take leave of me? - Are you surprised?

Explain yourself.

Is it possible you don't know, Ma'am?

These bells, don't you know what they are?

You don't know that the Queen of Scots was executed this morning?

- On your warrant! - That is not for you...

That was to please my ministers.

To keep the people quiet until their anger had died down.

A mistake, Ma'am.

History may use another word.

And Spain must regard it as an act of war.

We are determined to avenge Queen Mary's murder.

- My Lord Medina Sedona. - Sire?

You will sail to Calais and take aboard the army of the Duke of Parma.

You will then invade England.

I want no mercy to be given.

This must be undertaken at the earliest date before Drake

completes the building of ships, to defend that nest of vipers.

Captain Drake, Captain...

Signals are up along the coast. the Armada's been sighted off Lizard.

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen. Time enough to finish our game.

And beat the Spaniards afterwards.

- Well played, Sir Francis. - Thank you.

Besides we both know the tide doesn't turn for another 2 hours.

Drake and Frobisher are in Plymouth.

Seymour and Winter, probably here.

They are scattered along the coast.

We will sail through unchallenged.

We can trap Drake in Plymouth.

Once Drake's destroyed, England will yield.

Those are not my orders.

I must take the Armada safely into Calais

to embark the Duke of Parma's invasion army.

But surely...

First we must secure a port in England as our repair base.

What repairs?

The English would not dare to attack us.

That's unthinkable.

We'll keep to the...

The formation, and proceed to Calais.

Well, gentlemen. Our information was right.

The ships are proceeding in a straight line.

These Spaniards have no intention of landing in England at the moment.

They're going to Calais to embark the Duke of Parma's army.

- We're going to stop them. - This is a mad scheme, Drake.

If we exhaust ourselves now, against such a powerful fleet...

how will we face them when the invasion comes?

The Spanish Armada frightens you, Frobisher?

Well, you're quite right. They're a formidable adversary.

But if we face them now, the invasion we fear will not occur.

You seem to forget the Spaniards outnumber us considerably.

And their ships are much bigger.

You seem to forget, with the approaching storm this is to our advantage.

Our ships are smaller and can manoeuvre more easily.

We won't allow the Spaniards to bear down on us with their floating fortresses.

When we're within range

we'll use all our canons and veer off quickly. There'll be no boarding.

I do not agree!

I don't care if you agree or not! Those are the orders!

Thank you gentlemen.

- Hoist the battle flag! - Right away, Sir.

Bring out the battle flag.

El Draque! El Draque!

The audacity of this Drake is really incredible.

He's advancing, to board, with only three ships.

Against our Armada.

Grapple his ship, and capture him alive.

I am curious to meet this presumptuous pirate, personally.

- Order to fire, Captain. - No, no, not yet!

Fire, Marsh!

FIRE!

I knew Drake was daring, but I didn't believe he was capable of

diabolical tactics.

This kind of shooting never appealed to me.

Let's give them an answer!

Bring her round for another try.

Third canon fire!

Milord!

- Drake is fleeing and seeking rest at Calais. - He's devilish stupid.

He doesn�t know that we are headed for Calais ourselves.

- Let us follow him as soon as possible. - Yes, Milord.

We're ready. All we need is your command.

You have it Malcolm.

Remember the outcome if this battle depends on the element of surprise.

Spread the formation out. Let them scatter to prevent pressures and fire.

It is impossible, Admiral.

The English fleet is attacking us from both sides.

We cannot manoeuvre.

- Change course. - Yes My Lord.

Control the fires. Check for damage.

I thought they were headed for Calais.

Sedona disappoints me.

I thought he would have scuttled his ship like a good captain.

Mr. Marsh.

This will secure the release from the Tower

of a person with whom you are acquainted.

Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you with all my heart.

No man has ever served his Queen more truly than you.

What shall I give you as a reward?

Nothing, Ma'am.

- Only your leave to return to sea. - You have it.

God be with you.

To endure to the end of a voyage.

To reach land and taste its comforts.

To have the courage to go to sea again.

That is the true glory.

And who said that?

Sir Francis Drake.

Fare thee well, Drake!

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