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They're heading for Beverley Manor.

Wait at the gallows tree and be ready to travel.

Pablo, get provisions and make sure the coast road is clear.

Let's move fast.

Edward.

Colonel Judd's company will be here within the hour.

- Everything arranged? - Yes.

- Two of my men will escort the King. - Who are they?

Duncannon and Fitzroy. They'll take the coast road.

Jacob, ask the King to be ready to leave immediately.

Yes, sir.

- Are you ready to leave? - I'm staying.

- They'll kill you, Father. - I'll take the chance.

- We must gain time. - Have you forgotten Judd is...

Edward!

Constance.

Take your brother and sister.

- And you, sir? - I have made plans.

Look after her.

Keep to the forest.

Remember you and Philip were both reported killed at Preston.

The Ironsides need never know your true identity.

Now go.

But Father, what are your plans?

Don't worry about me, my child.

Goodbye, Philip, Edward.

Oh, but please, Father!

What will happen to you?

I am waiting for Colonel Judd.

Our distance, Captain?

About a mile, sir.

(Horses' galloping overhead)

Our friends are a little early.

Yes, sire.

(Bugle fanfare)

And halt!

(Muffled orders)

Where is Charles Stuart?

The King is where you and traitors like you will never find him.

Hmm.

In the name of Cromwell I arrest you for conspiracy against the state.

Bring him inside.

Close the doors.

Why did Beverley call Judd a traitor?

When you've been in the troop a little longer,

you'll learn that our beloved Colonel fights for the hand that pays him best.

I can't say I blame him.

Search the house, Wyatt.

Detail six men to help you.

Beautiful, quite beautiful.

Your daughter, is it not, Colonel Beverley?

Hmm?

Are you going to tell me what I want to know?

If you don't, you'll die. So will she.

Only more slowly.

Tell me where I can find the King and you'll both be granted a free pardon.

I'm waiting.

What's your answer?

My answer is simple.

I commend you and the murdering despot Cromwell

to the bottomless pit of hell

where you will surely go.

Long live the King.

Thank you, Edward Beverley.

And you, Philip.

May God be with you always.

I want to remind you gentlemen that this district is the core

of the strongest royalist resistance in the country.

It is my duty to stamp it out.

We are to remain here until the last royalist is hanged.

All right. That's all.

Captain Sylvester, our operations for the week

will be for Troop A

to cover this area here,

Troop B here,

Troop C here, Troop D to remain at headquarters in reserve.

- And Charles Stuart, sir? - Issue a proclamation.

(Town crier) Hear ye!

Hear ye!

Hear ye!

To whoever shall bring information to the state

leading to the apprehension of the traitor Charles Stuart

the state offers a reward

of 100 guineas.

And to whoever shall withhold such information,

the penalty is death.

You say you recognised Charles Stuart? How?

Well, begging your pardon, your Honour,

the man who was with him gave me the inkling,

as you might say,

calling him "sire" and "your Majesty."

Lieutenant Hawke, take a trip to the coast road.

Yes, sir.

All right. You can go.

Er, your Honour... Begging your pardon, your Honour.

Well?

I've performed my duty as a loyal citizen.

Yes.

- There's the question of the reward. - What about it?

Well, when will it please your Honour to permit me to collect it?

If your information leads us to Charles Stuart, you'll get your reward.

Ah, thank you, your Honour.

It will be presented to you in public.

Oh, your Honour, please, not in public.

Why not, pray?

Well, the people.

They'd kill me.

Many are misguided enough to retain allegiance to the King.

I mean, the traitor, Charles Stuart.

If they suspect what I have done, I shall need protection.

- You'll get your protection. - Thank you, your Honour.

Make arrangements for this man to be confined in the village jail,

indefinitely.

But, your Honour!

No one will get at you there.

Captain Sylvester, show him out, will you?

Yes, sir.

But your Honour...

Take him away.

If our friend's information proves false, hang him.

- With pleasure. - I like to pay a man in his own coin.

Yes, indeed. If I had my way with traitors, I'd...

You were saying?

It was of no consequence.

Don't confuse a collaborator with a so-called traitor.

One is a snivelling coward, seeking to enrich himself

or to save his own skin.

The other may find himself ideologically disposed to change sides.

Do you understand?

Every man has a reason for switching his allegiance.

Only he can adjust rights and wrongs to his own conscience.

My daughter will be arriving any minute.

You'd better go and expound your admirable philosophy to her.

(Chuckling)

And how is my beautiful Claire?

I'm well, thank you, Tom.

- And my father? - Oh, he's his usual, shall we say?

- I'm worried about him. - Oh?

His reputation is spreading over the whole country.

Everywhere he goes, he leaves a trail of hatred.

- He's waiting for you. - Wait, Tom.

- Yes? - Where's Colonel Beverley?

- You'd better ask your father. - Aren't you in his confidence?

Oh, yes. I'm very much the blue-eyed boy.

It may interest you to know

he now looks upon me in the role of son-in-law.

At least that's the impression he gives.

- That's a pity. - Oh, why?

- I don't enjoy disappointing people. - Even your father?

Even my father.

Claire. Sylvester, please excuse us.

Corporal!

Did you make your journey to see me

or to ask after the health of an enemy of the state?

Colonel Beverley's only crime was one of loyalty to his King.

Oh, a very touching tribute to his memory!

His only crime, as you put it, was sufficient to sign his death warrant.

You didn't lose much time, did you, Father?

My duty lies in the service of Cromwell.

Your duty!

When you first changed sides,

I tried to push your ignoble actions to the back of my mind.

I tried to delude myself

that you had some reason other than greed for what you did.

But now, now I see you very clearly.

A traitor, a murderer,

cringing to Cromwell for a favour or a crumb from his table.

How dare you speak to me like that?

How dare you?

Now, you listen to me carefully, Claire.

Cromwell appointed me officer in charge of the district,

chief intendant of the forest and magistrate.

I intend to exercise those powers to the utmost

in the service of the Lord Protector who recognises my ability.

If I have forgotten I was once a royalist

it is because I now believe in the new order.

And whether you believe in it or not,

you will conform.

Do you understand me?

Yes, Father.

I understand you.

(Bugle fanfare)

(Horse snorting)

Colonel.

We have a very special guest.

Get him to Hampton Court. See to it.

- And the other two? - Shoot them.

Take him away. Bring the other two to the stable yard and wait for me.

Order a firing squad.

Jacob, leave them.

Remain where you are.

{Drumming)

(Muffled orders) Left turn!

Right turn!

Prepare to load. Load!

(Drum roll)

Take aim! Fire!

(Gunshot)

What's happened?

Father's dead.

Nol

- Colonel Judd? - Yes.

And the King has been taken.

The Roundheads don't even know we exist.

Jacob was pressed into serving Colonel Judd

so for the time being he can come and go as he pleases.

Jacob, bring us whatever information you can.

Disposition of troops, movement of transport and officials.

We'll hit them wherever we can.

With bullets, fire and steel.

(Gunshots)

(Bawdy laughter)

These are not haphazard raids.

They're skilfully designed and executed.

But by whom?

Well?

The man you are looking for is known as the Scarlet Blade.

You won't find anyone in the district to betray him.

You had better look out. They are taking people for questioning.

(Muffled orders)

Stay where you are.

Whichever of you is present,

answer your names and stand over by the door.

- Parsons. - Aye.

Over by the door.

- Fingle. - Aye.

By the door.

The gypsy, Pablo.

The gypsy, Pablo.

Take them outside.

(Muffled orders)

- It's all right. - John Drury!

I didn't mean to alarm you. What news of the King?

I found a directive from Cromwell to my father.

He's to be lodged at Hampton Court and then moved to the Tower.

We'll try a rescue then.

Meantime, there's work to do getting refugees to the coast.

When they reach the forest they must have food and a place to rest.

You can't do this on your own. Find somebody to help.

(Horse approaching)

This is the next rendezvous.

12 men and women arrive at midnight the day after tomorrow.

Two friends of the King are trying to arrange asylum in France.

Hide. He's coming in here.

Claire?

My horse went lame.

This man assisted me back to the stable.

Thank you for your help.

Give him a few pennies, Tom.

A few pennies?

What did he have to do, carry the horse?

Get out!

Which leg was it?

Leg?

I thought you said she was lame.

- The near hind leg. - I see.

Horses are no more to be trusted than women.

This one's an old faker. I'd have her shot if I were you.

Claire?

I would change my coat for you any day.

No, wait. Please trust me.

(Knock at door)

Who is it?

Good evening, Claire.

I've come to escort you to dinner. Allow me.

I'm not ready. Wait outside.

No, I'll wait in here, if you don't mind.

Get out immediately.

You're looking very beautiful tonight.

- Will you leave? - No.

- Who are you ringing for? - My maid.

If you haven't gone by the time she comes,

I'll get her to fetch my father.

Do you know something? I love you even more when you're angry.

It does something for your complexion.

All I want to do is help you.

And I give you no choice.

Let's put our cards on the table.

You've been aiding royalists to escape the country.

I also happen to have a good memory for faces.

I remember the face of the man you were talking to,

Major John Drury.

You see, we were in the same company before the war.

- What do you propose to do? - Nothing. Help you.

- And if I refuse your help? - Call your father.

You can tell him about me

and I'll acquaint him about you.

I'm sure the news will do something for his complexion as well.

It's all right, Mary. I needed fresh perfume but I've found it.

Is it a bargain?

- In return for your help? - Nothing.

I'm merely content to be around you

watching you like a guardian angel.

What greater love hath man than this?

If you weren't so overwhelmed by your own charms,

I might grow to like you better.

You will.

I promise.

Tom, I want you to understand one thing.

If we're to work together,

it's for the whole country.

It isn't for us.

Don't change your coat for the adventure.

You'll be serving the King and his people.

Do it with your heart.

Now, shall we go to dinner?

We're in for a hilarious evening.

Lord Protector, Oliver Cromwell.

Oliver Cromwell.

Two of the men they questioned died under torture.

- Indeed. - Glad I wasn't detailed.

Three men were branded. Another man was tied...

Allow me to compliment you

on your delicate choice of dinner conversation.

I'm from the garrison at Westerly.

- This afternoon we were attacked. - By whom?

- There were 30 men against 12... - I asked by whom!

He's in the grounds. Call the guards.

Get after him, every one of you.

Sound the alarm!

To the Scarlet Blade.

- Well? - He got away, sir.

Ten officers and 100 men on duty and you let him get away?

Someone will answer for this.

I want a full investigation. How did he get in?

How did he slip past the guards?

Hmm?

I think I can tell you.

This man known as the Scarlet Blade knows every inch of this estate.

Why?

He was a member of this household. It's quite simple logic.

Do you still wonder who he is?

I think I can show you.

That's your Scarlet Blade.

The late master of Beverley was Cromwell's most bitter enemy.

He once told me he would fight our Lord Protector even from the grave.

That's precisely what he is doing.

- Well, gentlemen? - Your logic is indeed admirable, but...

But what?

Beverley's two sons were reported killed at Preston.

I am aware of that. They were reported killed.

- Did you see the bodies? - No, sir.

Most of you fought at Preston. Did any of you identify the bodies?

By whom were they reported killed?

I can tell you.

By a prisoner of war.

I received the news myself and recall a feeling of elation

which overruled any doubt in my mind.

Subsequently that prisoner, whose name was Major John Drury,

escaped

and has been a thorn in our sides ever since.

- Well, Sylvester? - Excellent, Colonel.

I compliment you on the brilliance of your deduction.

We know who the Scarlet Blade is.

This is indeed a revelation.

But if I might, with your permission, ask one small question?

- Permission granted. - How wiill it help us find him?

We will resume dinner.

May the best man win.

I'd like to know what you're thinking.

I'm thinking about the Scarlet Blade.

He seems like a lad after my own heart.

If we enlist Edward Beverley's help,

we'll have a link between this house and the escape route.

Goon.

A secret passage leads from the house to the forest edge.

How did you discover that?

The other night I saw Jacob enter the passage so I followed him.

Tom, why would an old servant of the Beverley family use it?

To meet his master.

Wait, you give me the germ of an idea.

If you're prepared to risk Jacob's neck, we can use him to find Edward Beverley.

- How? - I'll tell you if my plan works.

I've got to go and see your father.

I'm trusting you, Tom.

You'll have to trust me, won't you?

In the forest there's a traditional place of execution known as the gallows tree.

And if, as I suspect,

Jacob is an accomplice of the Scarlet Blade,

there'll be an attempted rescue.

We shall be waiting for him.

- It's quite ingenious. - Thank you, Colonel.

I had a letter today from the Lord Protector.

He congratulated me upon securing the arrest of the King

but he deplored the fact that the Scarlet Blade was still at large.

If your little ruse results in the capture of this man,

I shall bring your name to Cromwell's notice.

- Thank you. - Hmm.

- Like a glass of sherry? - Please.

We will dispense with the formalities of a trial.

The old man shall be arrested and notice of his execution posted

so the news reaches Edward Beverley in good time.

Execution to take place at noon tomorrow.

Of course I could be wrong. Jacob could be quite blameless.

In which case we shall have hanged an innocent man.

It would be most distressing, wouldn't it?

I fear that is a hazard we shall have to risk.

Yes, indeed, Colonel.

But, of course, we could always console ourselves with the idea

that Jacob died in a very good cause, couldn't we?

I told you, it's...

It's not only your life I'm concerned with.

It's the life of the men you serve.

Where can I find him?

You know what will happen, don't you?

He'll try to save you and get cut to pieces before he gets to the tree.

Then they'll hang you anyway.

If I wanted to trap Edward Beverley, I'd let him walk into their ambush.

If I let this happen, he and all his friends will be caught.

Don't you understand this, Jacob?

How can I find him?

Well?

I hope I can trust you.

How can I find him?

- You've heard of the dragon's tree? - Yes, I know it.

There is a footpath close by.

Follow it.

It takes you deep into the forest.

You will come to an old oast house.

There you will find Edward Beverley.

I'll need something to prove I'm a friend.

This ring.

Master Edward himself gave it to me.

Take it.

Why do you want to help us, Captain?

Let us just say, my heart is in the royalist cause.

Your heart?

Your sword fights for Cromwell.

How did the two become disconnected?

My royalist cause happens to be a lady. She showed me the error of my ways.

- Who is the lady? - Colonel Judd's daughter.

- Judd? - Don't condemn her for her father.

At least she didn't turn traitor.

It's on account of her that I came to see you here.

Because of her you can trust me.

As for trusting you, I shall reserve my judgment.

What is your plan?

This is the gallows tree and here the path leading to it.

- They are coming. - Soldiers?

They are waiting both sides of the tree.

Right. Get to work.

Troop, dismount.

- They're a long time getting back. - I hope nothing's wrong.

They had the element of surprise on their side.

Don't blame me if they didn't take advantage.

Here they are now.

Edward!

Pablo!

This is Captain Sylvester.

Captain Sylvester, this is my brother Philip.

- I'm glad to see you alive, Jacob. - Thanks to you, sir.

Tell the men to make themselves scarce and double the sentries.

Shall we go in?

Claire, this is Edward Beverley.

I'm afraid our hospitality is a little rough.

I gather some of my father's soldiers have experienced it.

Let us get to the point of the meeting.

I have been helping to organise escape routes for royalist refugees.

But there are limits to what I can do for them.

I can direct them to the forest. I can show them the coast road.

Beyond that, they must fend for themselves.

Some of them have been taken because they lack arms.

I can supply them with arms and an escort.

Good.

Now, this is a matter which concerns us even more.

The King is lodged at Hampton Court.

In two weeks or even less he may be moved to the Tower.

It's our last opportunity to rescue him.

He'll have an escort of at least 100 men.

- An ambush would take care of them. - Indeed.

A party of royalist refugees will be arriving tonight at 12 o'clock.

They'll be waiting at the Beverley crossroads.

Some of them are old men, women and children.

- Can you find ponies? - Constance?

- We've got four broken in. - That will have to do.

Now I know where to find you.

Goodbye, Edward.

We must be gone.

Beverley is being supplied with information

by someone inside these walls.

How else could he have countered the trap I set for him?

- What have you got to say? - We didn't stand a chance.

We were attacked by an ambush prepared long before we arrived.

- Heard the news? - Yes.

Ten men Killed,

14 wounded and the rest put to flight.

The miserable scoundrel Jacob rescued

and Edward Beverley as far away from capture as ever.

I am charging you with the responsibility

of bringing this man to justice.

Those are your instructions.

- I'm placing my trust in you. - Thank you, sir.

I shall endeavour to take full advantage of it.

All right. Dismissed.

- What is your name? - Theresa.

Theresa? Ah, that is a beautiful name.

My name is Pablo. You may call me Uncle Pablo.

(Pablo) Don't be frightened.

You are going on a little boat with big sails

to a land where there will be no trouble for you anymore.

They've been travelling a long time. They must get some rest.

Philip will take them onto the coast tomorrow.

There'll be an escort to lead them through the forest.

You go ahead. I'll follow.

You realise that one day you'll be caught?

I suppose so.

These people are prepared to sacrifice their homes

and risk their lives rather than exist under Cromwell.

One day they'll return o a free country.

I'm glad to help them.

You must think these strange words coming from Colonel Judd's daughter.

Having met the daughter, I don't think the words are strange.

Until a few days ago I had only two thoughts in my mind.

To destroy Cromwell and put the King back on the throne.

And now?

- I want to live. - I also.

I must go.

- You'll be all right? - Don't worry.

Do come in.

What kept you?

I had work to do.

You know that.

With Edward Beverley?

Tom, you've no right to be here.

I don't like my privacy intruded upon and I don't like you to question me.

I'm risking my neck for you. I think I have every right to intrude

and to question.

And to make love.

- We made a bhargain. - What bargain?

You said you would help me.

I once told you what I was.

I'm an adventurer, like your father.

He changes his coat for money

and I for love.

Touch that cord and I'll blow your plans to pieces.

I don't like the woman I love skulking in the forest with a vagabond.

- Tom. - What?

Supposing I were to tell you I've fallen in love with this "vagabond".

Are you insane?

No, I'm not insane.

I've met the man I love.

A man you've known but a few hours.

And don't protest to me that love isn't related to time.

I'm the one that's insane for setting a trap for myself.

- You offered to help. - Yes, I did.

Now I can see the course of history shaped by people like you and Beverley,

full of noble enterprise

but lacking the common guts to put the cause before their feelings.

I wonder how the King would feel if he knew about this.

If your devotion for the King is so great,

then you use Edward Beverley as you will.

But I don't like to be used.

I trusted you.

And [ you.

I still trust you.

Captain Sylvester,

will you come in here?

Major Bell, this is Captain Sylvester.

Major Bell has been appointed my deputy by the Lord Protector.

I'm leaving for London immediately to see him.

You will render Major Bell full support during my absence.

Good night, gentlemen.

I have here a list of the various raids carried out by Beverley

since Colonel Judd took command here.

Ten days ago the Lord Protector's emissary was attacked and killed.

Eight days ago four wagons carrying arms were ambushed

and the escorting soldiers killed.

On the same day a farmhouse which served as a barrack for 20 men

was burnt to the ground.

Four days ago Jacob Proust who was to have been hanged.

Was rescued.

I understand you were in charge of that operation.

I was in charge of the detail.

Oh, you weren't present yourself?

I had other duties to perform.

Oh, yes, I see. You were engaged in the purchase of horses.

You could have relegated that duty to a junior officer

under the circumstances.

However, whilst I am here you will personally take charge

of every operation I conceive

to secure the capture of Edward Beverley.

I already have an idea I wish to discuss with you in this connection.

But it can wait till morning.

- Is that all? - That's all.

Captain Sylvester, sir.

Ah. Ask him to come in.

Good morning. Have you breakfasted?

Yes, thank you.

Well, be seated.

We'll deal with routine matters in due course.

But first the outlaw, Beverley.

This man's capture during Colonel Judd's absence

would reflect highly upon all of us.

Particularly yourself.

I have a plan which may well prove successful.

I should like to point out that search parties are useless.

He's too wily a fox to be caught on his territory.

Search parties will nevertheless continue.

Now, I understand that Beverley has a sister.

In future search parties will be concentrated in the forest area for her.

If we find this girl, we've virtually found her brother.

A life for a life?

Exactly.

We'll hold her till he gives himself up.

And you will be in charge of this operation, Captain.

I'll see to it.

I've had a message from Major Drury.

They're moving the King in three days. Drury's organising an ambush.

- Can you see Edward? - What will I tell him?

Tell him I'll meet him tonight at the cast house.

I can't make it before then. I'm heing watched.

I'll see what I can do.

- Tom! - Hmm?

You will get through to him, won't you?

I'll do my best.

Halt!

Divide the men into sections.

Spread them so they take in an area of six miles.

Reassemble here in eight hours.

- That will be after nightfall. - Frightened of the dark, are you?

Jenkins!

Tell Edward to contact every available man.

Tomorrow Major Drury will return to give details of the ambush.

The men must be ready to leave immediately they get the signal.

50 of his men will be waiting near Hampton Court.

- We're badly in need of arms. - Shh.

(Thud)

(Knocking)

- Who is it? - (Man) Open in the name of Cromwell.

Quickly, hide over there.

There are no royalists here.

I'll decide about that.

- I am a loyal citizen. - I'll decide about that, too.

(Shrieking)

I am the commanding officer of this garrison.

- Do you wish to save your life? - On what terms?

Tell me where I can find your brother.

Never.

I'm giving you the opportunity of saving your life.

If you refuse to talk, I'll find him anyway and you'll both die.

You'll never find him through me.

No?

If you give yourself up how do you know they'll release her?

You only have their word for it.

Someone has betrayed us.

Who?

The only two people who know where to find us are Sylvester and Claire Judd.

I am thinking of Sylvester.

And Claire?

- Pablo. - Yes?

You live your life by instinct and that's the way you judge people.

- You are right. - What is your judgment?

I can also use my head.

And it tells me that this girl, she has done things for your people.

I believe that she loves you.

In this my head tells me what my heart already knows.

But this Captain Sylvester,

when I first see him I want to kill him.

- Because of his uniform? - Because of him.

Edward, wait.

If you go, all our plans, all our efforts to save the King go with you.

There will be no one to carry on our work.

- Except you. - I can go in your place.

- No one knows which of us is Edward. - Sylvester knows.

How can he say without betraying himself?

I haven't as much to lose as you.

Edward, please let me go.

Philip, I am not going to give myself up.

- Claire. - I was coming to you.

You know they've got Constance? Where is she?

In the cellar. Be careful. There are guards.

Now, stay here.

Psst!

(Groans)

Ahh!

Come on!

The courtyard!

Keep going!

Colonel Judd returns tomorrow.

I intend to cheer his homecoming by the sight of you,

hanging by the neck on Beverley Green.

Take him away.

Whatever you are,

Roundhead, Cavalier,

adventurer,

whatever you like to call yourself,

you're still an officer in uniform

and you can't just stand by and watch this murder.

Tom, I beseech you.

Ask Major Bell to wait until my father returns.

And when your father returns, what do you suppose he'll do?

At least it would give us some time.

There might be a way of saving Edward if only we had a little time.

I think you want him to die.

Why should I want him to live?

So that he's free to take you away from me?

- Tom. - What?

Did you betray us?

Did you?

You still love him, don't you?

You did betray us.

Oh, how could you be so vile?

I once told you that I didn't like to be used.

Remember?

Claire.

This shows the place of the ambush.

Beverley's men must leave tonight. Can you get that to him?

Edward's been taken.

Nol

I'll try to get it to Philip.

There's something else.

- Do you remember Captain Sylvester? - Very well.

It was he who betrayed Edward. He knows about the ambush.

- Has he talked? - I don't think so.

But he will. Where is he now?

In his quarters. Round that corner, first door you come to.

I'll take care of him. Guard those plans with your life.

Get them to Philip as quickly as you can.

(Door handle turning)

Drop the knife.

- I was just about to knock. - Indeed?

(Sylvester) Guards!

(Muffled order)

- What happened? - Someone tried to kill Captain Sylvester.

(Sylvester laughs)

Major Drury won't be troubling us again.

- He's dead? - As mutton.

There'll be 20 cavalry concealed in the woods.

Riflemen over here to the left

and this is the road from Hampton Court.

It's well planned, Claire. It's going to work.

- It will never work. - What do you mean?

Sylvester will betray us.

- Philip, how many men have you got? - More than 50.

- Pablo? - My people do not fight for a cause.

They love no country. No country loves them.

I give Philip my help, that is all.

But you would fight for Edward?

That is a different matter.

- Have many of the men left? - They're waiting for me to tell them.

Tomorrow morning your brother is due to be hanged.

We can save him, Philip.

If only that were possible.

Oh, it is. It is possible.

With the help of our men and Pablo's, we could save him.

The whole district will turn out to witness the execution.

Our people and Pablo's could mingle with the crowd.

The people have been told to keep to their houses.

- Then we must make a surprise attack! - And the King?

There's no chance for the King.

- Because Sylvester will talk? - Yes.

Or because you love my brother?

Don't you love him?

Yes, of course I do.

But he wouldn't thank me if I risked the life of one single man to save him.

The King stands for the lives and freedom of all his subjects.

Then you're going to throw away the lives of 50 men

because the cause is lost and the King's as good as dead.

You don't really believe that.

If Sylvester betrays us, he will have to betray himself.

I love my brother very much.

But I know he would do exactly as I intend to do if he were in my place.

You know I'm right.

(Drum roll)

Ready.

(Drumming stops)

- Who's the man about to be executed? - Edward Beverley, sir.

Stop the execution.

- Colonel. - I'm ordering you to stop this execution.

Your orders were to apprehend Beverley, dead or alive.

In my view this man is safer dead.

You will refrain from expressing a view in the presence of junior officers.

Wait upon me at the manor. Take the prisoner to the cells.

Captain Sylvester, I want the identity

of everyone concerned with Edward Beverley.

He is to be subjected to extreme forms of persuasion

to loosen his tongue

- See to it. - Sir.

- Release the rope. - Aye, sir.

Take him away.

All dismissed!

Tie him up.

Do you realise that we are not dealing with one isolated criminal,

that this man is the leader of a royalist underground movement?

- I am aware of that, sir. - Then why, sir, were you not aware

of the necessity to extract information from him?

- It was not necessary. - No?

There is a plot to rescue Charles Stuart.

Its origin stems from this district.

Beverley is undoubtedly concerned and he is not working alone.

I stated that it was not necessary to extract information from Beverley

because I know the name of the principal accomplice.

Indeed.

Before you left for London you told me

someone had been supplying Beverley with information from inside these walls.

I can now tell you who this person is.

And for that reason I saw no purpose in delaying the execution.

I accuse Captain Sylvester.

Do you have proof?

I have proof.

(Thwack)

Request Captain Sylvester to see me immediately.

If your accusations are correct, Sylvester will know

of the King's imminent removal from Hampton Court to the Tower.

A rescue attempt will be made.

Go to London and warn them of the possibility of an ambush.

I also advise that the King should be not removed at present.

Carry on.

Captain Sylvester,

you are under close arrest.

- Do you deny nothing? - Nothing.

But bring me to trial

and I'll seek clemency by pleading state severance.

No doubt that will be considered, provided you plead now.

I want names.

You may be concerned with only one for the moment.

That of Claire Judd,

your daughter.

That's the woman that inveigled me into this plot.

Claire Judd.

- Your daughter. - What are you saying?

She managed to ensnare me under the pretext of love.

She used all her feminine wiles to trap me.

All this will be part of my defence.

Maybe none of it will be taken into account.

But at least you, Colonel, being a staunch advocate of justice,

will have the satisfaction of seeing justice handed out,

including to your own flesh and blood.

Captain Sylvester.

Nol

Captain Sylvester was shot while resisting arrest.

You will observe that his pistol is still in his hand.

Get him away.

You've been accused of assisting in the royalist cause.

- Is that true? - Yes.

- You've been working with Beverley”? - Yes.

Did you ever think what would happen to your father

when your traitorous acts were disclosed?

Did you have any feelings for anyone when you turned traitor?

You're the last person to preach to me.

It's only you I am concerned with now.

Fortunately, there's now no danger of the King's rescue taking place.

And in a few minutes there will be no one left to denounce you.

Except myself.

The King is doomed.

Nothing I or anyone else can do can help him now.

I am prepared to die for what I believe is right.

If you refuse to release Edward Beverley,

I will proclaim to the world what I have done.

You would never dare.

You don't know me.

You will not only condemn yourself, you will condemn me.

And whatever your feelings are towards me,

I am still your father.

Give me your pistol.

Get out.

I've tried to make you talk.

But now, stand up.

Get on your feet.

- Get horses. - Edward!

They must be almost there by now.

We're too late.

Oh, please. Please!

We're throwing away our only chance, our lives.

For nothing.

No.

Claire.

Forward!

Philip!

Edward.

(Bugle fanfare)

(Children) Pablo! Pablo! They're coming!

Quick, Martha, some old clothes.

There are soldiers coming. Put mud on your faces.

Whoever saw a gypsy with a clean face?

Make haste. Go with Martha.

Get to your work.

Everybody, get to your work.

Put a bold front on it, my friend. Get to work, eh?

Will they search the camp?

Everywhere they think there may be royalists,

they will search.

I advise you gypsies to keep to the forest.

Forward.