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- In the water.

- Break is open.

- Our queen has not taken
the news well, My Lord.

- As we'd expected.

That withered flesh.

As maggot-eaten sockets
where they'd once had eyes

it's enough to drive her mad.

- She'll recover,
Richard, I'll see to it.

Elizabeth had to be
told the grim details.

They are her blood.

- We cannot be
certain it's them.

- How many weeks have the
Princes been unaccounted for?

And now these putrid remains
appear in the castle grounds.

The devil's made very clear
what fate met those boys.

Just unclear who's to blame.

- You suspect something?

- They didn't lock
themselves in that trunk

as I'm sure you know.

I'll tend to our Queen.

- Poison her delicate mind

with any of your
twisted suspicions

and it would be something
you'd soon regret.

- Let go of me, Richard.

You're not yet our King.

- You have to rest, My Queen.

Don't let madness take grip.

You've done well to overcome
much anguish until now.

- Tell me they weren't my sons.

My babies.

- Edward's entitlement to
the throne was much coveted.

He was so young, My Lady.

I feel your enemies
have taken advantage

whilst the King is unwell.

Geoffrey, you stay and
watch over her tonight.

- Yes, Mistress Blythe.

- My allegiance will always
be to you, Elizabeth.

You still have friends here.

- All mighty everlasting God.

Have mercy on my
servants, our friends.

Keep them continually
under Thy protection

and direct them in accordance
to Thy gracious favor

in the way of
everlasting salvation.

Keep their souls safe...

Hello?

Geoffrey?

Geoffrey.

How is she?

- Richard has called a meeting.

You're expected.

Careful, Isaac.

I have an awful feeling.

- Wait for me here.

I won't be long.

- I will be the one to inform
the King of this discovery.

The news will not
be received well.

Somebody must know
what happened.

- The Queen demands a
formal burial tomorrow.

- Priest.

- I'll see to it, My Lord.

- For now, we must spread news
of this throughout the land.

Find out who is responsible.

- We may not need to look far.

The boys rarely left the castle.

- Then we begin with a
merciless questioning

of our own staff.

Solomon.

Prepare the torture chamber.

- Certainly, Sire.

- We will not rest until
the perpetrator is found.

- Damn you all.

Damn yous all to hell.

All loathsome devils will
lay vengeful eyes upon me

shall have their
very eyes plucked

from their sockets by my teeth.

Until the tongue can lick the
tender matter of yer brains.

- Bartholomew Graystok.

I hereby condemn you
to a most brutal death

in the dankest bowels
of our dungeon.

- And so the dankest
face in all the land

have come to sentence me.

Where's the King?

- If the King were well enough,

he would bind you
to the rack himself.

- So what does that make you?

Some sad and pathetic
throne snatcher

come to tend to his business.

- I am Richard,
Duke of Gloucester.

Most feared man in England.

- Wrong again, Sire.

Wrong again.

That title most
assuredly belongs to me.

Ah, let me go.

Lock up your children 'less
you find them mutilated.

I'll cook their
skins for me dinner.

I'll boil their
bones for me broth.

- This capture lays
your theory to rest,

does it not, My Lady?

- Almighty God, whom hast
made all things for man

and man for Thy glory,
sanctify our body and soul,

our thoughts and our intentions,

so that whatsoever
we shall think,

or speak or do-

- Fuck your God,
you repugnant pig.

Let the devil take me.

Let hell consume my soul
and take ye with it.

- Once you cross that threshold

you're in the devil's
dominion, Sir.

A place of pain and-

- A thousand curses
on ye, Holy Man.

A thousand curses on ye all.

- Get up off your arse, Priest.

Your ramblings only
serve to madden him

as they madden us all.

Now wash your face.

- Yes, My Lord.

- Get in.

Now stay in there
and rot, you dog.

- Is somebody there?

Answer me.

Answer me.

- Master Graystok.

I work here at the
Tower of London.

One of my many duties is
to take care of our Queen.

Those boys whom you confessed
to murdering were her sons

but I believe it was someone
here in the castle responsible

for their murder, not you, Sir.

- Then why, putrid hag, would
I confess to the murders

and condemn myself to oblivion?

- Oblivion is some way off
for you, Master Graystok.

It's the torture chamber
that's most lively.

Screams can be heard
through the castle all day

and all night until our
prisoners have no voice left

to scream with.

It's worse than death.

Death is merciful compared
with what they'll do.

Perhaps someone paid you
for a false confession.

Perhaps you have a
family to care for.

Children?

It's quite noble of you.

But this is information
someone like me

can easily acquire,
Master Graystok.

And what good you think you've
done can be swiftly undone.

- Threaten me, you cunt.

I'll cut your fucking eyes out.

- I propose a counter-offer.

Save yourself from the suffering
you're condemned to face,

in return for the truth.

Did the Princes die
by your hand or not?

- I keep my end of a bargain.

- As will they, tenfold.

In a day or less, you'll
beg me for this mercy,

but I won't return
to offer it again.

Who told you to confess?

That's all I needed.

- Pleasure doin'
business with you.

- My Father and I thank
you for coming, Sir.

- Henry is fine.

- Henry.

The village whispers of you.

They say it's true, your talent.

- I wish it were
untrue, Miss Farepoynt.

But it makes me an
honest living, at least,

which a man needs.

- You've a family?

- A son.

William.

- And what of his mother?

- Dead, Sir.

- I'm sorry.

Must be difficult with her gone.

- I didn't say
gone, I said dead.

To see your loved
ones after death

is a curse, Miss Farepoynt.

It makes my gift hard to bear.

For a time I wished
to join them.

Some of the things I
see, can't be unseen.

But William is worth
every nightmare.

- Of course he is.

And we have the
payment you asked for.

- All I ask, in the
time I have left,

is to speak to my
dear Mary once more.

- Do you have something of hers?

- As you asked.

I gave it her, she
wore it some 30 years.

- It's perfect.

You have until the
hourglass runs out

for her to make contact.

That's as long as I dare to stay

in the realm of the undead.

Let's begin.

Mary Farepoynt?

I know you hear me.

The dead are never far
from their beloved.

Your Husband and Daughter wish

to bid you one final farewell.

In death, you can
grant them that.

There you are.

She's here.

- Where, Sir?

- She won't appear to you.

But she stands behind
me, in the corner.

- Does she look well, Henry?

Stay back in the dark.

Please.

You come here
rotting and stinking

of all the days
you've been dead.

I'd rather not see
your state of decay.

She's like an angel,
Mr. Farepoynt.

- Oh.

So she's not in pain,
she does not suffer?

- Your family ask if
you're in pain, ghost?

- Pain.

I feel it.

Still.

Now I'm gripped by
the agony of death.

It's a pain you
can't know in life,

but in death it's unimaginable.

If you could feel it now,

you'd die in discomfort,
Henry Pedrick.

- You know me?

- I knew you'd come.

- No, I summoned
you, that is my gift.

- No, Pedrick, I'm here for you.

- How do we know
it's true, Joan?

- Ask my mother how
she died, Henry.

That, he cannot know.

- She drowned.

I can see how the water
made her body swollen.

- Oh, she's here, Father.

She's with us.

- What business do you
have with me then, spirit?

Convince me you did not
come of my beckoning.

- My heart.

Useless old heart, seized up.

That's much better.

- Put that stinking thing back.

- What good can it do me now?

- I said don't come near.

- You'll see worse
than me, soon.

- Was that her?

- It's her.

- In death, we know
what awaits the living.

I come with a warning,
for you, Pedrick.

It tastes like honey.

- Let's get this over with.

Do you have a message
for your family or not?

- Tell them it was
my sickly heart.

Couldn't breathe, Pedrick.

As I tumbled from the
bridge I saw the rocks.

My jaw felt the sting
of a thousand fires.

They let the river carry
me away, made a grave

but left my body to
drift and putrefy.

- She says she's sorry.

Sorry you couldn't
find her body.

But she knows you made a
grave, and she's thankful.

Are we done here?

- I've seen your
wife on this side.

- Are we finished, phantom?

- That's an unpleasant sight.

- Enough.

- You'll heed my
warning, Pedrick.

- I said stop this.

- Don't go to the
Tower of London.

The Tower of London
is marked for death.

- I have no plans to visit.

Be gone.

- You will be drawn
there, Pedrick.

Resist its call.

- What waits for me there?

- Same what waits
for us all, Pedrick.

Death.

- I'm sorry.

It doesn't normally
end like that.

She said, "Farewell."

She said, "Farewell."

- Let me get you to
bed, you're shaking.

You'll have my room.

- Oh, necklace.

- I want you to keep it.

As part of the payment.

We've little coin, Sir,
this is better than money.

- But it was your mothers.

- It's all we have, Henry.

Please.

- You keep it.

Take it.

Precious things
must be held onto.

- It must be lonely, Henry.

Being without her.

- Goodnight, Miss Farepoynt.

- Father Crawgyll?

We give you a
distraction earlier.

- You got in undetected?

- I did.

- Whatever business you
have with that prisoner,

I'd rather not know.

- Very well.

- Is that all?

Or does something
else trouble you?

- If there were some
dark conspiracy here,

and it was said one could help,

but through ungodly means.

Supernatural means,
would God forgive it?

- If it is ungodly then
you have your answer.

- But if it were
with good intentions,

and we prayed forgiveness?

- Beatrice, what is going on?

- I have heard whisperings,

from a village in
the North of a man.

They say he sees
the dead, Isaac.

He asks them final questions,

and gives their
answers to the living.

- You speak of witchcraft.

- Or, a miracle, Isaac.

- Only God has such power.

- And some has been
gifted to this man.

We must know what
happened to our Princes,

and he can tell us the truth.

- I can't give you my blessing

but your secret will be safe.

- Can I ask that while I'm gone,

you ensure no harm
comes to our Queen

as it did our Princes.

I leave her under the protection
of you and her chamber boy,

Geoffrey, whom you know well.

- What does that mean?

- Only that you know him well.

And that the pair of you can
be trusted with my secrets,

as I am with yours.

Should you have any.

- She will be looked after.

♪ The worms crawl in ♪

♪ The worms crawl out ♪

♪ The worms play
pinochle on your snout ♪

♪ They'll eat your eyes ♪

♪ They'll eat your nose ♪

♪ They'll eat the jelly
from between your toes ♪

Hello?

Who goes there?

Guard?

Someone's out of their cell.

Who are ya?

These dungeons ain't
no place for children.

Oh God, Graystok,
ye gone mad already.

There ain't no children here.

Not 'ere.

Who are ya?

What do ya want?

Be gone, ya hear me?

Be gone.

- Let me be.

Why follow me everywhere I go?

- Beware, Henry.

- Hello?

Miss Farepoynt?

William?

William, tell me that isn't you.

What do you want of me, spirits?

- Henry, somebody's
here for you.

- What is it?

- We have a visitor,
they're asking for you.

- Me?

But nobody knows I'm here.

- They won't take
no for an answer.

- Please, sit, Master Pedrick.

- You know me?

- I've traveled far to find you.

I'm a servant of Her
Majesty the Queen.

She requires your services.

- And what services do
you think I have to offer?

- Tales of your remarkable
skill have reached as far

as the Tower of London, Sir.

Miss Farepoynt
tells me it's true.

She says you spoke with
the perished but hours ago.

Knew things no charlatan
could've known.

- So you've come from
the Tower of London?

- I have.

And you, Master Pedrick,
shall return with me.

- No, I won't.

- The Queen's sons
have been murdered,

and their killer roams free.

You are the key to solving
this dreadful puzzle.

- I said no, woman.

- You cannot decline someone
of my high position, Sir.

Dissidence is
punishable by death.

- Lady, I know what
truly awaits us.

I see, and speak, and hear
death in all my living moments.

- Then spare yourself,

or I'll have you
imprisoned for witchcraft.

- Henry, if you don't go now,

she'll have you taken by force.

Don't invite trouble.

- Pack your things, we must
arrive before dawn, unseen.

Miss Farepoynt.

My end of the bargain.

It is real what he can do?

- It is, My Lady.

- If I discover you've
played me for a fool,

I'll be back for this,
and for what little else

you have in this world.

- We're poor people, Henry.

- My, my.

What a pity.

- He was mutilated
when I found him, Sire.

- How did he come to
possess this blade?

- I can't say, My Lord.

- Never mind.

This is not your doing or the
doing of anything unnatural.

Priest, a quick prayer.

Then, be rid of him.

- In Your hands, O Lord,

we deliver our
brothers and sisters.

In this life, You blessed
them with Your gentle love

now in death, deliver
them now from every evil

and grant them eternal rest.

- My poor brother.

You grow more unwell each day.

It's very difficult for me
to see you suffering so.

- It is England that will
suffer when I'm gone.

And you are set
loose upon this land.

An unfair man makes for
an unfair King, brother.

- Don't excite yourself, Edward.

This illness makes
you irrational.

- My son will take
my crown, Richard.

Why can't I trust you to
watch over him when I'm gone?

- Young Edward is dead.

It's a great tragedy, brother.

Both Princes were regrettably
found in the river.

And they have both been
laid to rest this morning.

- I want to see Elizabeth.

- Oh, the Queen is in
as bad a way as you are.

Driven unwell by the news.

- I want to see my sons.

- Now, brother, please.

- You seek to
poison my thoughts.

It cannot be.

- If you don't believe me,

how about I bring
you their heads?

- The only head I'd accept
would be yours, Richard.

- I'm sorry for
your loss, my King.

- Trickster.

Send me Elizabeth.

Send me Eliz...

- Lock it.

He might try to leave.

- My Lady, Lord Richard
requests that you speak

with him immediately.

- Not now, Perkin, the
night has been long

and I've a visitor
for the Queen.

- That will have
to wait, My Lady.

The Queen is not
allowing visitors.

- Under who's command?

- Lord Richard's, My Lady.

- Richard is not your King.

- Beatrice.

There's been a murder,
in the dungeons.

You won't be gettin' through
until you've met with him.

Graystok is dead.

- Let me deal with this matter.

And I'll return.

- This way, Sir.

- Ah, Beatrice.

Come, sit.

You've always been so
loyal to my brother.

I've known you since
I was a little boy.

Even watched you suckle
at your mother's tit.

What I would give to
have someone as trusted

as you defending my
corner, standing beside me.

And yet, I fear
you are against me.

Bartholomew Graystok is dead.

He will no longer confess
at a public execution.

The people will not have closure
on the unfortunate matter

of the dead Princes.

So, how did he come
by this dagger,

which I know to be yours?

- You're no fool, Richard.

- My Lord.

- You're no fool, My Lord.

Don't ask me questions you
already have answers to.

I've not the time
for this exhibition.

- Why did you invite my
prisoner to take his own life?

- He was falsely
accused, and told me so.

I too do not like being taken
for a fool, my humble lord.

You think you can spread lies?

And all will blindly
follow your every word,

just because it
spews from your lips

like shit from a
horse's backside?

They will not, Richard,
not as long as I live.

I too am respected here,
by the Queen most of all.

- The Queen is a lost cause.

- I have the means to
disprove your lies, Richard.

- What means?

- People will know
what you have done.

- Here.

Take your dagger.

I suggest you keep it with you

for protection in
the coming days.

- I do not fear these threats.

- I said take it.

Take it.

Take it, take it.

Take it, take it.

Take it, take it.

Take it, take it.

Answer me.

What business have you
at the Tower of London?

- The Lady, Blythe,
forced me here.

- For what purpose?

- She had me confused
with the wrong man.

- Who?

- I don't know, Sir.

She believes there to be a man

who can speak with the dead.

She spoke of murdered Princes

and wished to make contact.

But truly, Sir, I'm
not the man she seeks.

You have the wrong man, Sir.

- Solomon, the girl.

- Bring in the villager.

- Peasant girl, tell
your friend Henry here,

what you told my men.

- I'm sorry, Henry.

They came for me.

They had that Lady followed.

No.

- Tell them.

Or I'll have Solomon
draw it out of you.

He has a way of
making people talk.

Tell us the truth, girl.

Who is this man?

Solomon.

- No, no.

No.

- You don't have to do this.

- Talk, damn you.

- He is the one they speak of.

- Joan.

- He came to us, made
contact with my Mother.

Knew all the details
of her death.

- So you are the man Mistress
Blythe sought to bring here?

You did come with purpose.

- She's lying.

No man possesses these powers.

- Henry.

- He claims you lie, girl.

Would you lie to me?

- Just let Henry
go for God's sake.

- Burn her.

- No.

No, Henry.

Henry, Henry, don't
let them harm me.

- Stop this.

I lied.

I do possess these powers.

I speak to the dead.

- Impossible.

- It is dark sorcery, Sire.

A most punishable offense.

- So, the girl tells
the truth after all?

- I can see things
no other man can see.

- And if I were to pluck
the eyes from your head,

what would you see then?

- Nothing, Sir.

But they could still
whisper me their secrets.

- Take him to the dungeon.

- Wait, what will you
do with Miss Farepoynt?

- Sire, I'd prefer you
leave the girl with me,

see what more information
I can acquire.

- Very well.

You're a dedicated
servant, Solomon.

Just ensure she's
dead by morning.

- No.

- Thank you, Sire.

- Henry.

Henry, please.

- I'm sorry.

- Let go of me, prisoner.

- Father Endsworth
sends his regards.

- Thank you, John.

You are to be executed, the
King's chief has decided.

A public burning
in just three days.

I'll pray you find
rest with God.

- With God?

- You're not a Christian then?

- I've seen what
awaits us, Priest.

In the end, we're just devils
dressed in our own decay.

God does not await us.

If God led me to this then
what fucking use is He?

- Something you said to
me in the torture chamber.

- Aye.

- Father Endsworth
sends his regards.

- He did, Priest.

- Isaac.

Where did you hear his name?

- He told me to
pass on the message.

- Father Endsworth
was my mentor.

He practically raised me.

He's been dead two years.

- And smelt of it too.

Must've met a messy end
in that torture chamber.

- That's not how he
went, he was old-

- I'm telling you,
that man was tortured.

He had cuts to the
bone, all over his body.

Satanic symbols carved
deep into his flesh.

- All right, all right.

I don't know if it's witchcraft,
a miracle, or a trick.

- It's no trick, Isaac.

- It goes against my
beliefs to accept the things

that you are telling me.

- You need to
accept what is real.

The lady who brought
me here is also dead.

I watched her killed.

- Mistress Blythe?

She is not dead.

- No?

Whatever became of her,
she wanted me to know.

- That is something that
I refuse to believe.

Beatrice cannot be dead.

You are a heretic, Henry.

May God have mercy on your soul.

- They found Beatrice, dead.

She's taken her own life, Isaac.

- No.

No, why would she
do such a thing?

- They won't let anyone see her.

They've taken her body
to the undercroft.

Isaac.

- Calm down.

I'll find her.

Perhaps we are being deceived,

and she's away on another
of her secret outings.

- I don't think so, Isaac.

She's dead.

The Queen is inconsolable.

- I watched.

Cuts to the bone
all over his body.

Satanic symbols cut
deep into his flesh.

- Hello?

What do you want from me?

- Father Crawgyll.

Help them.

Or die.

- I brought food.

You have to eat.

You were right.

Mistress Blythe was
cremated this morning.

I saw her remains, she could
not have done that to herself.

- I can't say I care
what wicked fate she met.

- Beatrice was a good lady.

There's very few
good people here.

I suspect, she was
murdered for bringing you.

All this death has invited

some terrible evil
into this place.

Last night, I saw things.

A specter that took the
form of Lady Beatrice,

dead and mutilated.

I am failing in keeping
this a Holy place.

I am not Father Endsworth,
I have not his strength.

But the gift that you possess,
Henry, that is strong.

Perhaps she was right
in bringing you here.

Perhaps you are the answer
to all of my prayers.

- You know little
about what I can do,

and the problems
that come with it.

- You asked me to open my mind
to your otherworldly beliefs.

I am open and I am
begging for your help.

Show me.

- I require an object.

Something that belongs to
whoever I'm to speak with.

The object allows me to focus

on the single
spirit that I seek.

They sense what was once theirs.

Time is different
in their world.

All the time taken
from them in life

is granted to them there.

The hourglass tells
me how long I've been

within their realm.

When the sand runs out,
the dead are too near,

it's time to escape.

The Tower of London
is a dangerous place

to use these powers.

The dead are everywhere.

- But you can contact
the young Princes?

You can find out
who killed them.

That was the aim in
bringing you here.

- If you have
something of theirs,

I can ask them how
they met their end.

- That is all I would need,
I could inform the King.

- I stand accused of sorcery,
what good is my word?

- It is enough for me.

You find the answers, Henry,

and I will find some evidence
to legitimize your claims.

If the Princes were killed
here, some trace must remain.

- And for doing you this
favor, what is given in return?

- The castle will
be free of evil.

Of ghosts and murderers.

- I want my freedom, Isaac.

I have a son.

I can't die in here.

- I'm sorry.

That is something I cannot give.

I'm just a Priest.

- Then we have no deal.

- You need a friend
on the outside

if you've any hope of
surviving this dungeon.

I can be that friend, Henry,
if we can prove Richard guilty

of murder, even if I have to
beg the King to understand it.

Then perhaps there would
be some way to reward you.

And Richard would be
in no position of power

to oversee your execution.

- Very well.

As for my son, once a month
I visit my Mother and William

and I give them all the
money that I've earned.

Can I trust you to
give this to them?

And to pass on a
message to William

that his father loves him

and thinks about him
every waking minute.

- I can do that.

- They live in a small village
called Grittleton Marsh.

10 miles north of here.

- It will be done.

- Then we have a deal.

- Who's in here?

Richard?

My sons.

Is that you, my sons?

He's not dead is he, Father?

- Henry is being held
in the Tower of London,

he is charged with sorcery.

His execution just
two days away.

- Oh Henry, I knew something
like this would happen.

He sent you to tell us?

- I am doing all I can
to have him released,

in exchange for his help.

- Henry's not like
he once was, Father.

He was a kind man, a happy man.

After William, his wife
bared a second child,

she had it sooner than expected.

Henry should've been with her

but he weren't to know
it'd be born so early.

He found her in a pool of
blood when he came home,

and the baby.

Neither one lived.

Henry was never the
same after that.

William seems to
harbor some resentment,

without his mother he seems
not to relate well to Henry.

That was when Henry first
spoke of seeing things.

Unnatural things.

Thought he'd lost
it, we all did.

I think, in his mind,
he was so desperate

to speak to her
again, so desperate,

that something in the
afterlife heard him calling,

granted him his wish.

Grittleton Marsh has always
bred strange things like this.

We've an abnormal
history, weird traditions.

Henry would wake
screaming, crying,

and eventually, they drew blood.

Nothing to stop them
doing the same to William

if Henry loses control,
I think that's his worry.

The dead aren't always kind.

So 'till now, he's
mostly traveled.

At least until
William's old enough

to understand the dangers.

'Till then, I watch
over the little lad.

- Henry asked me
to deliver this.

I suggest you take the
money and leave here.

- Leave?

- Henry is making
enemies with men

who will stop at nothing
to get what they desire.

His powers let
him know too much,

I fear they will come
to claim his home

now that he is a prisoner.

If they find you here
when they arrive,

you will not be safe.

- I'm old, Father.

What I have here I've spent
my whole life working for.

If the King's men
seek to remove me

from the one place I
call home, then so be it.

William, I said stay out.

- It's fine.

William.

Your father told me to tell you

that he loves you very much

and that he'll be
home soon as he can.

God bless you, my child.

- Isaac.

- Help me dig, Geoffrey.

God will forgive us
this desecration.

If there were time, I
could give you my reasons

but you might not
believe me even then.

What must be done, must be done.

- Someone's coming.

What if they see us?

- Put that flame out.

Put it out.

- So the prisoner has you
believing he sees the dead.

That's your explanation
for this folly?

- Trust me, at first
I did not believe.

But just as Beatrice was
convinced, now I am too.

He can contact the
young Princes, Geoffrey.

He can shed light
on their murder.

- So that's where you've been
spending your dark hours?

Chasing ghosts?

- I must lay this to rest.

- You've barely
shared a word with me

since Lady Beatrice died.

Am I now to watch the Queen
descend into delirium on my own?

Not a prayer for me?

- Always there is
a prayer for you.

- Liar.

I've barely crossed
your thoughts for days.

You're preoccupied.

And for some odd
reason, it's with him.

- There are things
happening here

that I would've explained
to you if it were safe.

But you're better
off not knowing.

It's safer not knowing.

- When Father Endsworth
passed and you were alone

and desperate and
we became close,

I was always there for you.

Now, Beatrice, who
raised and mothered me

when I arrived here, barely
old enough to work, is gone,

and where are you?

- I am trying to fight
the darkness here.

I have gone against
everything I stand for.

Everything I believe in.

I am a Priest, Geoffrey,
partaking in unnatural practices.

Supernatural practices,
that I can't help

but believe to be authentic.

I must.

We have to or else we
will all suffer for it.

We cannot underestimate
the power that Henry has.

- Over you, it would seem.

- Geoffrey.

- You know, I don't
find it hard to believe

that you'd abandon
your so-called beliefs.

For a Priest, Isaac, you don't
hold much ground, do you?

- I must follow my heart to
do what I believe to be right.

- Well follow it
elsewhere from now on.

- Search the castle.

Find out who did this.

Muddy footprints, anything.

Perkin.

Identify the owner of this.

- I might recognize it, Sir.

- Good.

- How was William?

- They are well, Henry.

And they know you are here.

- Thank you, Isaac.

- And now, your
side of the bargain.

This belonged to Prince Edward,

the rightful heir to the throne.

- All day I've
dreaded this task.

- If it were your son who met
a fate as cruel as theirs,

you'd want to know the truth.

You can bring closure
to this family, Henry,

the most powerful
family in England.

- I don't want to know
how two boys were killed.

I don't want to watch
their mutilation.

- We must be strong, Henry,

God will protect you.

You know what to
ask the Princes?

- I'm ready.

- Henry?

Henry?

- I'm here.

- Henry?

Hurry, your time is running out.

- I've found them.

- Help us, Sir.

- Boys, hide.

Don't let them find you.

- Help.

- No.

No.

She killed them.

- What?

Who, who?

- The Queen.

Those were your children.

- Henry, wake up.

- Elizabeth.

What have you done?

You've murdered my nephews.

Have you gone mad?

- King Edward is weak, Richard.

But you, you are so very strong.

- You are possessed
by some devil.

For you Richard.

Don't you see, with my sons
dead, the throne is yours.

I could be your
Queen instead of his.

- They will suspect corruption.

They will blame
me for your sins.

I cannot hide this
act of insanity.

- I am with child, Richard.

Your child.

A new Prince, for a new King.

- With Child?

- We'll declare
the boys missing,

they'll search for months
but won't recover a trace.

They won't prove it
was murder, Richard.

They will never
suspect their Queen.

- My brother is not yet dead.

We must plot carefully.

You must not be found out.

- She bares Richard's child.

They plotted to rule
the Kingdom together.

They await the King's death.

- You are sure of this?

- I saw it all.

- King Edward, My Lord.

My Lord, please.

- What?

What is it?

- Pardon my visit, Sire,
I know you must rest.

- Edward.

My poor boy.

Come close so I can see you.

- No, no, it is not
your son, My Lord.

I am Isaac Crawgyll,
we have met.

- You've grown, child.

How long has it been?

- Listen to my words, Lord.

The one who murdered your
sons is our Queen Elizabeth.

She and Richard, they share
some lust for your throne.

For power over the Kingdom
and many more have been slain

for them to have it.

I have the means to prove this.

- Is this some nightmare?

- No, my lord.

If you've any life left in you,

any wellness to make
some final command

then you must order them gone.

Banish them far, far away.

To leave Richard in control
of your great Kingdom

would send our people
into a time of misery.

Ghosts infest our castle,
they torment us daily.

- Ghosts?

Then you've seen them too?

- Yes, My Lord.

We are haunted until we
can make things right.

- Very clever, young Priest.

Who gave you permission
to speak to my brother?

- There are things
that he has to know.

- By the time this
sniveling sack of bones

has gasped his last breath,
all who have stood against me

will have fallen.

- Soon everyone will suspect
what is so plain to see.

- And all will die.

- Enough have died.

- So, the Priest
makes pitiful threats.

Do you wish to dual
with me, weakling?

Do you wish to end it all here?

- For Beatrice and
the young Princes,

I will never see
you crowned King.

- I am your King.

And you, Priest, will soon see

what a merciless King I can be.

- I'll carve out
your tongue, Priest.

- Don't.

Don't kill him, Richard.

- Oh, so there's life
left in the old King yet.

- The boy speaks the
truth, doesn't he?

You plotted with my Elizabeth?

You can manipulate minds,
and conjure lies, this I know

but you cannot hide the
truth from my people.

- I want what is yours, brother.

- You're no brother of mine.

- And you are no longer my King.

- My lord?

My King?

Please don't let it be so.

- Arrest this murderer.

See what he has done.

He's killed the King.

The Priest is possessed by evil.

- No, no.

He killed our King.

He is the murderer.

No.

- Put him in the torture
chamber with him.

- Geoffrey?

Geoffrey, Geoffrey, Geoffrey.

- Isaac.
- No, no.

What are you doing to him?

No.
- Strip him.

Tie him down.

- Where is your God
now, Father Crawgyll.

What use is your
meaningless faith?

- Let Geoffrey go.

He played no part in this.

- I didn't tell them
anything, Isaac.

I swear.

I swear.

- Silence, rat.

- Fond of Geoffrey are we?

- Everything was my idea.

Do what you will,
but do it to me.

- Oh, I will, Priest.

And worse.

Body-snatching is an
offense punishable by death.

- Geoffrey was only
obeying my commands.

- What business,
Priest, did you have

with the two Princes
just days after they

were put to rest?

What was so important that
you, a fucking priest,

felt compelled to
disturb their remains?

- I spoke with them.

In the afterlife.

The Queen...

She slaughtered them.

That's what they told me,
that's what they showed me.

- They are dead, Priest.

- It was by a miracle of God.

- You've befriended
that sorcerer.

Where tempted by his dark magic,

allowed it to poison
your ungodly mind.

- Damn you.

- Are you quite finished?

Oh, the Queen may well have
shed the blood of her children,

but she can't be the one
to go down for the crime.

So, Elizabeth will attest
that you, Isaac Crawgyll

were the one who
murdered the two Princes.

And desecrated their grave
in the worship of Satan.

And that you and
your young lover

indulged in unnatural pleasures
in the black of night.

And you will confess
to all of that.

- I'd rather bite off my tongue.

- Are you certain, Father?

- No.

If I die, I die an honest man.

That is something that you
cannot take away from me.

- Do you see this?

This is an instrument
I invented myself,

with an expanding capacity for
inflicting unimaginable pain.

You'll see that it's
quite ingenious.

You turn the screw, and
it opens up like a flower.

Some of the prisoners
have come to call it

the Pear of Anguish.

Now, open your mouth.

I said, open your mouth.

- I will not go to the
grave with half a face.

- Fine.

We'll find an
alternative entrance.

- Just do as they
as of you, Isaac

or they kill us both.

- I'm sorry, Geoffrey.

- Tell them what they want.

Confess.

- We are in the
hands of God now.

- Isaac.

- No.

- Confess and save
yourself this suffering.

- No.

- Confess and go to
the grave a sinner.

- No.

- Confess and say
you were compelled

to do the devil's misdeeds.

- No.

- Admit that I have beaten you.

Tell me I have won.

- You have no power over me.

- We did it.

We killed the Princes.

We committed satanic acts.

We confess it all, Sire.

We are guilty.

We are guilty.

- No.

No.

No.

- The battle is won, Priest.

Admit it.

- Never.

- Insert the instrument.

- Isaac?

What have they done to you?

- I've failed, Henry.

Everyone around me is
died, and here you remain,

awaiting your execution.

I can't even save myself.

- One man cannot take on
all the evil of this world.

- What sort of world is
that to leave behind?

While we rot in this
prison, the kingdom succumbs

to a fate just as dark as ours.

That is what you leave
behind for William.

- What else could we do?

We did everything we could.

- You told me when
you contact the dead

that you send out a beacon.

A beacon into the afterlife
that draws all demons to it.

That they manifest.

That eventually all evil
things will answer the call.

- That is not
something that we want.

- Why not?

- There are things here
worse than ghosts, Isaac.

Things I've never
encountered before.

Things born of darkness.

Things that never lived.

- We have no help
from the living,

so I say let the dead
take their vengeance.

I'll soon join them, Henry.

I feel cold.

I am numb.

Cast your beacon.

Let loose hell on
this bloody tower.

Send Richard a message
from beyond the grave

that he will never forget.

Call them.

- See you on the other side.

- Now, Henry.

Henry?

Now.

- I call upon all dead things.

Isaac.

- Henry.

- Almighty demon, I am
ready, to abandon this life.

- Guards.

- Oh, brother, a
pleasure to see you.

- Isaac?

Wake up, wake up.

- Have faith, my King.

- God save me.