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Ralph Wilford, you have
been found guilty by this court

of conspiracies with intent
to have deposed and destroyed

the King's person and the King's blood.

And over, that you have intended
to have been King.

All this under the falsely assumed title,
Edward, Earl of Warwick.

It is thereupon agreed
by all the said judges

that you have done treason
and deserve death.

It is therefore demanded by his
King's Grace what is to be done herein,

whether process of law pass upon you

or that nothing be done further
upon the same...

Arthur.

It is our wish that the execution
take place as soon as possible.

- Your Majesty.
- And the Earl of Warwick, my Lord?

Build our colleges, Mother, found our
professorships, but leave England to me.

I lay the foundations
for the minds of our people.

You should be laying the foundations
for their peace.

You'll have none.
There will be no peace in this country

while there are Yorkist pretenders,

and there will be pretenders
as long as you keep Warwick alive.

Kill him and you kill rebellion.

Would you have me charge him
with his birthright?

Why not?

My Lord.

Charges. Legality.

He has done no wrong.

The men you fought,
and who died for Richard at Bosworth,

- they'd done no wrong, either.
- Then, we were at war.

You are still at war.

Plan a legal state. Make laws if
you will, and enforce them with the people.

But you yourself cannot be committed
to peacetime laws

until you have removed
every trace of Plantagenet stock

from the face of the earth.

You...are now King.

Make it safe and certain
that Arthur will be King after you.

He will be, madam, and peacefully.

While Warwick lives...

You should have mothered a Plantagenet.

The Tudor dynasty
will not be founded on murder.

Then there will be no dynasty.

Don't try and make me...a Richard.

I wouldn't wish that, my son.
Richard made mistakes.

And the greatest mistake
cost him the crown.

He allowed you...to live.

Water's getting cold.

I don't like cold w-water.

- What are you doing?
- Er...nothing, my Lord, nothing.

Just not as quick as I used to be.

- I've thought up a n-new routine, Girdler.
- Oh.

In w-winter, until April,

- I shall be shaved before the bed is made.
- Yes, my Lord.

That way, the w-water
won't have time to get cold.

Ah, very good idea, my Lord.
We'll start it at once. Tomorrow, eh?

Yes. The w-water will be warm
and the change...

- Will do us good.
- Yes.

Ah. That's it.

What news is there today, Girdler?

Ah, what news?

- Is the prisoner prepared?
- Er, well now, let me see. Er...

Ooh, yes, yes. Desiderius Erasmus.

Now, there's a name
for a man to call himself, eh?

Well, he's coming over from Holland

at the invitation of William Blount,
so they say.

Desiderius Erasmus.

Now, that'll be news to some.

The desired beloved.

Er, what?

That's w-what he calls himself.

Desiderius, desired.
Erasmus, beloved...philosopher.

Shows a want of humility
if you ask me, my Lord. Mind you...

Careful, my Lord. Now, careful.

Mind you, I have no time for
all these philosophizers and thinkers.

- I mean, here am I, a man...
- Astwood.

..of very little brain to speak of.

- Now, I ask you...
- Open in the name of the King.

..what's the use of all this talking

about what a wonderful place
this world could be, eh?

I mean, even I know it could be.

- Let's go.
- I don't want to die.

- No!
- Who is it, Girdler?

- No!
- I er... I don't know, my Lord.

You do know.

Well, it-it is some cordwainer's son,
my Lord. Ralph Wilford.

- What did he do?
- Hanging matter, my Lord.

Look at me, Girdler.
Why won't you tell me?

There are three kinds
of things I tell you -

the kind they let me,
the kind that would lose me my charge...

and the kind that...hurts me to tell you.

- With w-what is he charged?
- Treason, my Lord. He's a pretender.

Pretending to be whom, Girdler?
In whose name did he commit treason?

Yours, my Lord.

Edward, Earl of Warwick.

Oh, no, please, I don't want to die!

No, please!

- Have mercy, please! Have mercy.
- They are waiting for you, Master Wilford.

"Without time, there is no earthly thing.

"Nature, fortune, nor even learning.

"Past, future, nor even in the present.

"Therefore I am of more importance

- "as fain honor and science."
- Girdler.

"They can do nothing without my help."

Girdler...come here.
I w-want to ask you something.

You said you didn't
believe in thinking, Girdler.

Er, no, my Lord.

W-well, I have been thinking.

If I w-were King Henry and
was threatened by p-pretenders...

And Ralph Wilford is not the first, Girdler.

..I don't think I'd execute the pretenders.

I'd get rid of the cause.

I've been in here
since I was nine years old, Girdler.

I-I don't know him
like I knew my Uncle Richard.

You hear more than I, Girdler. Do you
believe the King would think like that?

I know the King to be a just king.

He'll do you no harm,
no matter how many pretenders,

provided you give him no reason.

Then I must do no wrong and you...

you must tell me
n-nothing but what is permitted.

Swear, Girdler. Swear you'll do no wrong.
W-we must give no cause.

As God is in heaven, I swear.

- Now, shall I read more?
- No.

Sleep, Girdler.

Good night, my Lord.

Only one mistake, Father. Only one.

I think that deserves something special,
don't you, Arthur?

- Yes, Father, I do.
- What shall it be?

- Bread and water.
- Bread and water for one wrong note?

- Yes, bread and water.
- Our son is a harsh little prince.

- So, we have no more music.
- The minstrels will play.

- What about you, my lady?
- I'm hungry.

- Then we shall eat.
- # Da da da-da da

Henry, will you please keep quiet
and sit up?

- That's much better.
- Father.

Benedictus, benedicat
in nomine Jesu Christe, Amen.

Amen.

- May the minstrels play, Father?
- Yes.

When I'm Queen of Scotland I shall
have music all the time, won't I, Father?

- And Henry will dance for me.
- Shan't. Arthur will.

Arthur will be too busy
dancing for Catherine of Aragon.

Spain and God willing, madam.

No, I will be too busy ruling
to dance for Spain or God.

- Well said, Arthur.
- Spain, England and Scotland.

- Who will I marry, Mother?
- Shh.

- Where will England be?
- Where you placed it.

In the center. Mingled with
true, unquestionable royal blood.

You set the independence of England
as a prize for royal blood?

No, Mother. I simply wish
to speed the respect of Europe

and those who still say that
the crown of England rests on bastardy.

- High ranking though it may be.
- My Lord, eat.

Our independence is not at stake.

We shall swallow up Scotland
and ally with Spain.

So, Arthur will marry Catherine of Aragon?

Yes.

Spain and God willing.

- Gravissimum et sanctissimum...
- Ah.

- Rodrigo.
- My Lord.

- I'm afraid you're too late to dine.
- Eh?

There's a rumor going about the court
that the Spanish ambassador is so poor

that he only visits the King of England
when he wants a free meal.

- And I know, my Lord, why I am so poor.
- Why is that?

Because there is a rumor in my country

that the Spanish ambassador is really
an English ambassador in disguise.

Yes.

So...you look pleased, Rodrigo.

With reservations, my Lord.

King Ferdinand agrees to
the wedding ceremony by proxy

on the day you suggest, er, 19th of May.

I am to stand proxy
for the Princess Catherine.

So, I am to see my son
married to a Spanish Jew.

Perhaps.

There will certainly be no precedent.

Am I to supplement your income now,
Rodrigo, or wait for the conditions?

- There is one condition, my Lord.
- And what's that?

King Ferdinand feels he could not commit
the Princess Catherine

to a wedding contract with any country

unless he were sure
that the line of succession

were as secure as
the sovereign could make it.

Spain asks merely
for the removal of two persons.

One, the pretender, Perkin Warbeck.

And two,
that rival to the throne of England

whose claim is stronger
than your own - Edward, Earl of Warwick.

"Spain asks merely"?

Spain is adamant.

The Earl of Oxford tells me
that young Warbeck is seriously ill

and has been asking to be removed
to more lenient confinement.

You are very well informed, Rodrigo.

In the interests of
the union between our two countries,

would it not be possible
to, er...deny the request?

Ambassador, you may inform
King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella

that when their flimsy claim to the Spanish
throne is as strong as my son's is,

then may they ask such things of me.

But never...never will they have the right
to be adamant.

But even if the marriage union
was not in question,

would it not be in the interests
of yourself and the Tudors

to, er...dispose of these two?

The interests of the Tudors
are justice and legality.

Tell Spain that I am no tyrant

and, for the sake of my people,
I will not condemn

either the pretender or
the Earl of Warwick without a just cause.

For the sake of your people
or the sake of your conscience?

I am the conscience of England,
as well as a conscience unto myself.

Neither wishes to murder.
And they cannot be separated.

Could they not, my Lord?

If Warwick or the pretender
cannot be condemned

without a just and judicial cause,
they cannot be condemned at all.

And they will not be.

Warmer now, Girdler.

- Soon be spring.
- Still need a fire, though, my Lord.

Yes. Not w-warm enough without that.

- Oh, where the devil's Cleymounde?
- Fetching logs.

I've never known anyone like that one.

Bone idle. We should have kept Blowitt.
Much better, if you ask me, my Lord.

- Couldn't lift things any more.
- Oh, he managed.

It's a long time since I w-wore these.

- Oh, ho ho! Must be years.
- 12 years.

- Oh...
- 12 years ago today.

- St. Paul's.
- Oh, yes.

How time passes.

Hey, d'you remember
you tore it?

Yes.

Yes, the sleeve.

- And you patched it for me.
- Yes, very badly.

W-wouldn't have noticed if you didn't know.

- Oh, thank you.
- Really w-wouldn't.

They w-went to a lot of pains
to prove me alive then.

Oh, they did, my Lord, they did.

You're right, Girdler.
The King can't w-want me to die.

It's not even as if I'd done anything wrong.

I know it's been a long time,

but h-he wouldn't have shown me
to all those people.

- Archbishop M...
- Morton.

- ..Morton.
- And the lords.

All manner of people. But an archbishop...

Logs, my Lord.

- Thank you, Cleymounde.
- Logs. He's had time to get a forest.

Erm...tell Master Digby
the earl needs some new clothes.

And shoes.
He can't wear those much longer.

- He'll probably have to wait.
- Well, it won't hurt to ask.

Er, if there's nothing else, my Lord, I'll er...

- Th-there is something else, Girdler.
- Hm?

I want you to go to Master Digby

and tell him that the Earl of Warwick

- w-wants to visit the lion tower.
- But you...

I simply want to see the lions
from the walk.

I w-went there once before.
But I-I didn't see the lions.

Well, say, Girdler...
Say just one day a week during spring.

I w-want to get out of this room...

to take my mind off things. Well, that's all.

- I have asked for...
- Well, ask again.

No harm.

No, my Lord. No harm.

- What d'you think, Cleymounde?
- I, my Lord?

D'you think the King
w-will let me visit the lion w-walk?

- I think that depends, my Lord.
- On what?

On the mood the King's in.

There's a rumor that Perkin Warbeck
has asked to be moved to a new cell.

Well?

Well,
if Perkin Warbeck's wish is granted,

then I'll warrant yours will be, too.

For, my Lord, if the King
agrees to a wish of that nature,

well, chances are he'll agree to anything.

Oh, I hope so.

I do hope so.

- Where d'you want the table?
- Er, just there.

And the chair just there.

The room is ready, Master Astwood.

Pick him up.

Bring him along.

What? No.

Take his legs.

Gently. Gently, my Lord.

Who are you?

Thomas Astwood, Master.

A friend.

Well?

My Lord, Master Digby has established
Thomas Astwood as Warbeck's jailer.

- And Warwick?
- The usual jailers, my Lord.

Headed by Girdler
and Robert Cleymounde.

How long has Cleymounde been jailer,
Master Digby?

25 days, my Lord.

Then you will do nothing yet,
other than be lenient with the prisoners.

When it is time for
you to act I will inform

you by letter through
the Earl of Oxford.

I will leave everything in your hands.

But in the meantime, we will let nature
and Master Astwood run their course.

No appetite, Master?

No. Take it away.

- Or eat it yourself.
- Thank you, my Lord.

They say the Earl of Warwick cannot tell
the difference between goose and capon.

Perhaps he could if
it were better cooked.

Perhaps, my Lord.

Thomas Astwood.

Condemned to be hanged, drawn and
quartered during the Stanley trials.

Was pardoned on the scaffold.

I was just a boy, my Lord.

Since that time I have been loyal
to the House of York.

You call me "my Lord".
There's no lord here, Thomas. Only you and I.

Come now. The Duke of York is here, too.

Richard? I thought he was dead.

- Some say so.
- But not you.

I'm eating his food.

No, Thomas.
You're eating Perkin Warbeck's food.

Let those believe
what they wish to believe.

Thomas.

Read this.

- A letter to me?
- Read it.

- What is this?
- Well, that depends on you.

You can either do as the letter says
and help me to escape

or deliver it directly to Mr. Digby...
and secure my execution.

Oh, that's very nice, that.

- Who gave you these?
- The Mayor of Cork, John Walter.

As a token for the day of your escape.

John Walter.

Well, my old friend has some strange ideas

concerning clothes
of a French working man.

- Take them back.
- Back?

But they're not meant
to be that kind of clothing.

They're the clothes of a duke, my Lord.

Clothes fit to be seen
at the head of a Yorkist army.

- Well, yes.
- I said I wish to escape, Thomas.

And so you shall. It's all been arranged.

At no time did I say
I was Richard, Duke of York.

- But you said...
- Those were your words.

I'm not your lord. I am Perkin Warbeck.
Is that clear, Thomas?

I made a confession.
Get my friends to read it.

It says I was born in Tournai
and my father was a French commoner.

And you can tell them
when I leave this prison

it will be as Perkin Warbeck or not at all.

Then you'll have no friends.

There'll be no money.
Except for Richard and the Yorkist cause.

I am a French import, Thomas.

Don't expect me to have a Yorkist cause.

I'd risk my life again to be back in France,
not to be another Yorkist martyr.

Then you won't escape at all.
And there'll be no help from anyone.

Does "anyone" include you, Thomas?

Yes.

I'll fetch a different change of clothes,
Master Warbeck...

that more befit your station.

See that this is delivered
to the lieutenant at the Tower.

I will receive the Spanish ambassador now.

- You wish to see me, my Lord?
- You may inform King Ferdinand

that the marriage by proxy
will take place on the date agreed.

And...Spain's condition, my Lord?

We give our word to Spain that by the time
Catherine of Aragon arrives in this country

the matter of the pretender
and the Earl of Warwick

will be settled to our satisfaction.

Cleymounde!

What's the matter?

Oh, no! No!

It's a lie! No! No, they wouldn't!

No!

- I tell you, my Lord, it is true.
- No!

The King has sworn to Spain that
you will be dead before the year is ended.

I've done no harm!

Girdler! Girdler! No!

You must tell Girdler tomorrow

and we will plan what is to be done.

"My mother, as humbly as I can
I recommend myself to you.

"The King of England is yet holding me

"and those Englishmen
who made me take it upon myself

"that I was Richard, Duke of York,
have now left me,

"as I hold with the truth of the matter
that I am your son, Perkin Warbeck.

"There is no way from my prison
and no hope of deliverance,

"which makes my heart sad.

"I beg you to be so good
as to send me a little money,

"that I may give something to my guards
to make them more agreeable towards me.

"Remember me kindly
to our neighbors and relations.

"I pray each day that the King
will look more kindly upon me...

"that I may again
hope to see you some day."

Girdler. Oh, Girdler.

Oh, Girdler, please.

Oh, Girdler.

I swear that, as God is in heaven,

the King would never, never submit himself
to such a crime.

There's not enough here.

We need much more.
These will raise nothing.

- I...
- Is there no more?

- I...
- There is no more, Cleymounde.

- That's all.
- Don't let him do this, my Lord.

I have the word
of a person in the highest authority...

- All right, then, name him.
- I'm not at liberty to.

No, because there is no name.
It's gossip, hearsay, a Tower rumor.

- This is no rumor.
- Oh, there have been rumors before.

When the princes were murdered?
When Clarence was murdered?

I tell you,
the King would never do this thing.

My Lord, may I take these?
We've not enough to get outside,

so we must find someone inside the Tower
who can raise the money for us.

Wait for proof, my Lord, wait for proof!

Will the earl's body
be proof enough for you, Girdler?

One more day, Cleymounde.
One more day.

It m-may be a m-m-mistake.

I just don't know.

Very well, my Lord. One more day.

But whatever happens,
if there is no-one else,

I shall go ahead
with my plan to help you alone.

With or without your permission.

Clothes? What clothes, Girdler?

Clothes for the Earl of Warwick,
Master Digby.

- Oh.
- My Lord had asked for 'em before.

Shoes, especially. Especially.
My Lord has need of shoes.

I'll send orders to the ward-room.

- Well?
- Well, shall I wait, Master Digby?

No, no, no.
Don't wait, Girdler. I'll see to it.

Thank you, Master Digby.
Well, I'll...I'll collect 'em later, then.

Yes. Do that, Girdler. Do that.

Oh, Girdler, there's something else
I want to tell you while you're here.

I'm moving you
from the Warwick apartment.

In future you'll be charged with Patrick,
the priest in the Wilford case.

The Caesar Tower.

It'll be in about another eight days.

Good day, Girdler.

Well?

The guards are changing now.
It's taken all the money we have,

but Thomas Astwood
is letting me see Master Warbeck.

- Warbeck?
- He's the only one who can help.

Yorkist money. He's escaped before,

and if anyone can help my Lord
to get out of here, he can.

- It's too dangerous.
- Dangerous or not, he can help.

My Lord, I shall tell Master Warbeck

that if he will help, he must knock
three times on the ceiling tonight.

And you, my Lord,
you must knock back in reply.

But once done, you've accepted his help
and you must leave everything to him.

Good night, my Lord. Girdler.

- Well...
- What shall I do, Girdler?

Girdler!

You will do everything
that Master Warbeck tells you to.

When I'm not here...I hope you'll do
what you think I'd tell you to do.

And w-when I leave here?

Oh.
Well, as for that, I can't help.

But never fear, my Lord,
there'll be plenty of those who will.

I'd never even w-wanted
or even thought of w-wanting to be King.

Then you must decide
before Master Warbeck signals tonight.

Once you've replied, the Yorkist men
he has brought in to help your escape...

they will expect you to be their figurehead.

- Yes, but I don't...
- Look... Everybody has a duty. Hm?

The King's duty is to safeguard
the future of his family.

Now is the time for you to fulfill your duty...

in the name of the Plantagenets.

Yes.

There's no choice.

- Now, shall I help you undress?
- No, I...I shan't undress tonight.

I should,
my Lord. Try and get some sleep.

The knocks.

Oh. Yes.

W-will you stay a-awhile, Girdler?

I can't, my Lord.

I shall leave tonight, the same as
every night and return every morning.

I must risk nothing.

Girdler.

- I'm frightened.
- Don't say that, my Lord!

Of course you're not frightened!

You're Edward, Earl of Warwick.

Nephew of Edward IV.

Ah, there was a man. Never afraid.

Neither are you.

Think of freedom. Mm?

And when you hear them...

W-when they...

You knock back, my Lord.

Wilt thou, Arthur...

..take Catherine, here by proxy,
for thy lawful wedded wife,

according to the rite of
our holy mother, the Church?

I will.

Wilt thou, Catherine,
take Arthur, here present,

for thy lawful husband,

according to the rite
of our holy mother, the Church?

I will.

- I, Arthur...
- I, Arthur...

- ..take thee, Catherine...
- ..take thee, Catherine...

- ..for my lawful wife...
- ..for my lawful wife...

- ..to have and to hold...
- ..to have and to hold...

- ..from this day forward...
- ..from this day forward...

- ..for better, for worse...
- ..for better, for worse...

- ..for richer, for poorer...
- ..for richer, for poorer...

- ..in sickness and in health...
- ..in sickness and in health...

You can have all the money you want,
Thomas.

Everything that's left over,
apart from my passage to France.

Everything that's left over from what,
Master Warbeck?

From the money
the Mayor of Cork is going to give us.

- Sir, you've changed your mind.
- No, Thomas.

But you can tell Walter
that in return for my bribe money

and the promise
of my unconditional freedom,

I shall escape
with the last of the Plantagenets

and deliver to him the true Edward VI.

Edward VI of England.

Edward VI.

Here's your money, Thomas.
There'll be more if you need it.

Just bring us our king.

I can see freedom already, Thomas!

All's...well. They have the money.

I expect Cleymounde w-will be here soon.

- Er, y...yes, my Lord. Er... I...
- I expect...

Oh.

I expect Cleymounde...w-will let you know
w-what's happening.

That's just what I was going to say,
my Lord.

Well, I'll...do anything I can.

Anything I can. Of course er...
I'm not as young as I used to be.

- Still loyal, though.
- Oh. Well. Mm.

I kept this back.

Remember,
Archbishop M-Morton gave it to me?

Oh, yes. Yes.

Thank you...for looking after me, Girdler.

Thank you, my Lord.

Did Master Warbeck knock, my Lord?

- Good. That means they have the money.
- Yes.

Yes. All's w-well.

Er, Thomas Astwood wishes to see you,
my Lord.

To, erm...discuss these plans.

Bring you clothes fit for your freedom,
bring you news from Master Warbeck.

- May I signal him?
- Yes, Cleymounde.

Thomas suggests that we establish
some form of communication

between yourself and Master Warbeck.

He suggests, my Lord,
that we bore a small hole

through the floor of this apartment...

into the ceiling of Master Warbeck's.

That'll be Thomas now.
What was I saying? Yes...

Then you will be able to speak
to Master Warbeck if anything happens,

now that Girdler isn't here.

My Lord, Master Thomas Astwood.

My Lord.

- Ooh...
- Can't you get through?

Patience, my Lord. Patience.

Well, how much longer?

Should be...

through.

Oh, thank God!

Signal, Thomas, signal.

Thomas? Can you hear me, Thomas?

Yes, Master Cleymounde. I can.

- They fit, Cleymounde!
- Perfectly, my Lord.

- Yes.
- And now, my Lord...

the final touch.

A pledge. My pledge of faith, my Lord.

The...hilt is gold.
I believe it to be Italian-made.

Thank you, Cleymounde.

- I shall look after it.
- You must hide it.

Oh, yes, I...I'm just looking.

- Cleymounde.
- Yes, my Lord?

Do I look like a king?

Yes, you do, my Lord.

Oh, Cleymounde...

My pledge.

Please.

Thank you.

Good night, my Lord.

Master W-Warbeck?

My Lord, the plans have arrived from Cork.

Thomas will convey them to yourself
and Cleymounde tomorrow night

and you'll be free from this place
within eight days.

I need not say
how much I thank you, Perkin.

There's no need, my Lord. It's because
of you that I am able to escape.

Can you hear the lions, Perkin?

Yes, my Lord. Thomas tells me
they can recognize execution nights.

And their roaring
can be heard all over London.

I will let you into a Tower secret, Perkin.

The lions are starved for 48 hours
before execution nights.

Then the keeper of the lions
gives them the smell of fresh blood

- and so they roar louder.
- Sometimes that frightens me, my Lord.

I like them. I've...drawn them.

Thank you for your news, Perkin.

- Good night, my Lord.
- Sleep well.

Inside the Tower, we've engaged
Long Roger, Blowitt and Strangewish

to make certain attacks at various points.

At the signal
for the evening guard-change...

Long Roger will seize Master Digby's office
and gain control of the Tower.

Thomas will release yourself
and Master Warbeck

and you will make your way, together with
a number of loyal guards, to the Lion Walk.

The gentleman outside,
who will help, my Lord,

will be waiting by the Pollen Gate.

John Walter and Master Finch

will lead the Earl of Warwick
and Master Warbeck

across the East Smithfield and travel
by way of Aldgate to Master Proud's house.

There, the Earl of Warwick
is to be proclaimed Edward VI of England.

What date, Cleymounde,
have you appointed for the escape?

The choice is our own, providing that
Girdler visits Master Proud's house

on the morning of the escape,
to prepare him.

You've done well, Cleymounde.
Don't you think, my Lord?

A perfectly planned,
watertight case of treason.

The proof. Tell the Earl of Oxford
what proof you have arranged, Cleymounde.

In the earl's apartment, my Lord,
you will find a sword,

an auger used for boring a hole
between the adjoining apartments,

the hole itself
and a suit of burgundy velvet,

fit for a person
about to be proclaimed King.

I have a velvet cloak,
with which I was bribed.

And you will find, on Girdler's person,
a gold crucifix,

also used as a bribe by the Earl.

Naturally,
you'll swear an oath to all this.

Yes, my Lord.

Naturally.

Our final account with you.

You'll be tried
with the rest of the conspirators

but I guarantee
you'll be given a free pardon, as agreed.

My Lord.

Master Proud must be visited by Girdler
tomorrow morning.

We must let the plot ripen fully, so that
there could be no doubt of intentions.

The list of arrests, my Lord.

They must be made swiftly
and in the following order.

First, Girdler and his associates.

Then Cleymounde and his.

Then Warbeck.

And finally...Warwick.

I shall be with the King tomorrow

so I'll leave you to deal with
those at Master Proud's house.

But I shall return
in time for the Tower arrests.

Digby...how did Cleymounde

persuade Girdler and Warwick
to agree to the escape?

He told them the truth, my Lord,
that the King was going to murder the earl.

- No.
- But my Lord...

No, Oxford, I will have none other

than the pretender
and the Earl of Warwick brought to trial.

I appoint you Lord High Steward
that you may preside over the trial.

If you find them guilty,
you will condemn them both.

But no-one else is to be arrested
other than those two. Do you understand?

But there were
those only too eager to help them.

- None, other than those two.
- That is impossible.

Master Digby thought
it would please Your Majesty

to rid the Tower of Yorkist sympathizers.

The orders for the arrests
were given this morning.

- Master Mashborough?
- No...Master Girdler.

Arrest him.

Bring in the others.

Take them to the Tower.

Wait.

Come here.

You have...

- You m-missed one.
- Where, my Lord?

- There.
- Oh, yes.

- Let me do it.
- Very good, my Lord.

- Have you heard from Girdler?
- Yes, my Lord.

I m-mean since he spoke to Mashborough.

Er, no. But we... We didn't expect to,
except that all's well

and Mashborough will be waiting
as arranged.

Good.

- There's nothing to be afraid of, my Lord.
- I'm not. Believe me, Cleymounde. I'm...

Well, I-I don't know how I feel. Excited.

And a bit sick. Now the cloak.

Here, my Lord.

I hope I'm not sick.
I always am w-when I'm frightened.

Thank you.

- But I'm not frightened.
- No, my Lord.

I believe you're m-more frightened
than I am, Cleymounde.

There.

And...do I look well?

Your pledge.

Well, freedom is almost here, Cleymounde.

How many guards
w-will accompany us to the gate?

Er, four or five, my Lord.

The... They...they will be here
shortly after I leave.

Then don't w-wait. Leave now.

I-I want to hear the lions...
and see the fields.

Thank you, Cleymounde.

- Friend...Perkin?
- My Lord...the guards are changing now.

- Has Cleymounde left?
- Yes, Perkin.

He's gone straight to the armory.

He said Master Thomas
will be along with...with a guard soon.

Will you stay long with us
at M-Master Proud's house, Perkin?

Not more than a few hours, my Lord.
And then...France.

I shall be sorry to lose you, Perkin.

Perkin, I think I can hear
Thomas and the guards now.

W-will they come to you first, or me?

I... Me, I think, my Lord.

Listen. Can you hear?

Yes, my Lord.

Be of good cheer, Perkin. Freedom!

Is everything all right, P-Perkin?

You must accompany us, Master Warbeck.

You are under arrest.

Perkin?

Er, yes. Yes, my Lord.

A slight delay.

We'll be with you soon.

I must go now, my Lord.

Be brave.

God be with us, Perkin.

Well, let him dream a little longer,
Mr. Digby.

He has done no wrong.

Welcome, friends.

My Lord, I arrest you
in the name of the King.

Arrest him, men.

Perkin!

The following men
have been found guilty by this court...

upon charges of high treason

and conspiracy against the King's person

and the King's blood...

and have been thereupon, by this court...

condemned to death.

Edward, Earl of Warwick.

Perkin Warbeck.

Thomas Astwood.

John Girdler.

Robert Cleymounde.

Master Mashborough.

Master Finch.

Master Proud.

John Walter.

Roger...and Strangewish.

Those last two are guards, my Lord.

This requires your signature also, my Lord.

It's the free pardon
for Robert Cleymounde.

Will that ease his conscience, my Lord?

Would that God...
could pardon me so easily.