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I'm gonna die so we throw it at him!

Haaaaaaah!

Just a roll of the dice!

Bad luck, John Chunky!

One way, which is my way not!

Your Majesty,

word from the Queen's Lady in waiting!

Is it a boy?

Sir, I don't know, I...

Aah!

Bring it some boy!

Good lance, good lance!

No!

No!

Aah!

An eel?

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Well done, King!

Your Majesty, may I be the first to offer my heartfelt congratulations?

My arms said let it be known!

Edward!

Bring some way, you, your King...

is born!

Why is it?

Peaceful boy, best something!

I was thinking Thomas...

Tom!

Tom, you shut it up!

The camps!

My commande!

Never!

You're a terrible King!

Oh!

Daniel Hunter, all your knees and a bag!

Or forever fought with your Dukedom!

Majesty, forgive my foolish words!

And if you don't, I will tell the world of your begging and roving!

Tom, can't see!

Hi!

I'll beg her!

No one will be!

I'll be!

I'll be!

I'll be!

I'll be!

I'll be!

I'll be!

I'll be!

No one will believe you!

They were!

They're all right, be King!

I'm roving, it's not a word!

Isn't it?

Well, I'm here!

I'll make it one!

What's that?

Come on!

He's up the King!

And the Prince!

Look at that!

The water aggravates my leg!

Send for the royal coach!

Sire, I beg your to rest.

Your Majesty should rest more and place the burdens of state on your loyal servants.

Sir!

The King does not need rest!

He needs a coach!

Uncle, if face of labor, we'll wash and dress.

Do not gaze at the rabble.

It is unseemly.

Of course.

We're going to be here.

We're going to be here.

We're going to be here.

We're going to be here.

We're going to be here.

We're going to be here.

Go for nothing!

We've got a living to make.

Have you forgotten the burnings?

No, I...

I did forget.

Forgive me.

I'll forgive you.

Thousands wouldn't.

Do hereby announce my word of His Majesty King,

Henry VIII,

Defender of the Flight.

The mad-nascure big bird.

I'll turn it on to the choir, Duke O'Suno.

Please, sir.

Spare a penny for a quarter of a song.

Away with you.

Please, sir.

I can't help.

What the...

Giddy back.

Here, take this.

Ah!

It's time.

Move!

Get the hell out of it!

We're doing it!

Stop it!

Hey!

My boy!

What?

My boy!

My boy!

My boy!

Constable, I've never done it.

Did anyone see anything?

They say, my knife.

Do you owe any witnesses?

Would anyone save this man's neck and see this man condemn?

I'm gonna leave!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Tom, where have you been?

I haven't done nothing.

Anything.

I have not done anything.

What's the matter?

Tell me, Tom.

Oh, Tom, I can guess.

I'm sorry.

I've let you down.

I'm sorry.

Hey!

I won't stand my test on you, George!

Where is the little darling?

I thought he was with you.

No!

Stop!

Where are you?

Stop!

His Majesty's leg, Ailsen. Get his stretcher immediately.

You there.

It's as unusual to bow, but I'll accept a slack, George, as a similar mark of respect.

Forgive me.

I saw a time immediately from once I came.

You speak well for and so ragged.

Are you hungry?

Well, now that she teaches me fine talk, Highness, an old father Andrew Latin sometimes,

and no, sir, I'm not hungry.

You look starved.

I'll find you a meal.

Forgive me.

No, come with me.

You might just see.

See?

Here is the

first ring in Indiana.

INSIDE

So, tell me your name. Tom Canty, sir. Thomas.

And you live what?

Off of court, sir. Putting Lane.

Putting Lane?

Tis a dog, name. And you have family?

Yes, sir. My mother. My sister's an animal, but...

Her grandmother. No father.

Well... I have no father.

I have no father. I have no mother.

Stand here a while. What do you eat?

Which food should you enjoy?

Sir, I eat whatever food I can get.

Your house.

You're hiding.

You're leaving me a large fine meal, and quickly too.

A large fine meal for his house.

Tell me Tom Canty. Do you play?

Play what, sir? Play? Do you have friends? Your age?

Oh, yes, sir. Dan Hunter's my best friend.

Also, Steven Bartlett.

How do you play?

Well, sometimes, down by the river.

You fight with wooden sticks for swords.

Being that we have no real ones like yours.

Ah! Fencing!

What rules do you play?

Point in line. Right of way.

Repost. And counter-repost.

Entrusser. Down by the river.

Tizmod from top to toe your highness.

Do not think ill of me. Think ill.

If just once I could clothe myself in rags.

And revel in the mud. With no one to forbid it.

And if just once I could clothe myself in.

Or enclose such as these.

Forgive me, sir. I forgot my place. There's nothing to forgive.

Off at your rags. Hello. For one moment, our wishes will come true.

Your cap may taste.

Is it possible? Rise your mouth. Even your voice.

All similar to that of mine.

Tom Canty, you could be a prince.

Here, quick. Wipe your face. One moment.

Let's enjoy this opportunity. Eat. You are a prince until I return.

Entrusser.

Entrusser.

Is there a banquet mind?

Your highness requested a large fine meal.

And this is it. For me.

Displeases your highness? No, no. Is it?

Is it enough? It's tons. It is indeed plenty.

Mm.

It's part of a way, run.

The highness. May we begin.

Would your highness sit?

No.

Thank you. That will be all.

Oh, your highness? Yes. I am desirous to feed myself.

Without beady eyes upon me.

But highness. Meets must be tasted by all royal taste.

I must eat taste them. Can I not taste them?

I am a king.

Porto lads. Let us fall in the mud.

I am come for a game of venting with sticks. Tom? You are it.

I am happy, yes.

Your dad's been looking for you, Tom. But I have no father.

He's lost his marbles.

That John canny's gone and hit him too hard.

Tom, take my advice. No, no for a bit.

He's really spoiled for blood.

The best night ain't around, eh? In case he comes back.

You would leave your friend.

Watch out for that dadder, Lord.

Mmm.

Good day. How much is one apple?

A good day to you, sir. More a new can afford.

Might I take one today and return tomorrow with double payments?

Take two. Thank you.

In truth, I'm not the beggar boy I appear.

In truth, I'm not the full eye up here.

And why with you? Before I've you branded for stealing?

Chicken monkey.

Your highness was indeed hungry?

Yes, well, that was a meal fit for a prince.

Of course. Highness, er...

Great and highly sealed.

Might I put it back?

No. I'll sit here. I have not so would crack him.

Nuts?

Oh, no.

No, sir.

No, sir. You'll see.

Oh, no.

I'll sit here.

I'll sit here.

I'll sit here.

I'll sit here.

I'll sit here.

Here. Last one.

Mind and bring me double payment tomorrow.

Good, my lady. I thank you. I shall.

Good, my lady.

You belong in the palace, you do.

It is true. Tell no one.

Sir, may I ask you a question?

Fine, yes.

If the prince, if I were to go out to muck about to take a walk,

how long might I be gone?

I miss that.

This is some new riddle.

No.

Don't matter. It matters more.

And sir, where are you?

Oh, no. Thank you. I am not a beggar.

I'm not a beggar.

I'm not a beggar.

I'm not a beggar.

I'm not a beggar.

I'm not a beggar.

Clear off, Gatta Snipe.

I think Holt, who goes there, is the correct challenge.

I think you best clear off before I ask your guts for gardeners.

Let me pass. I'm the prince of Wales.

Oh, in that case, forgive me your royal highness.

Beat it.

Beat it, herching.

Very well. You may regret this.

The lady Jane Grey.

Highness, cousin.

Good day.

So, what brings you here?

Is this not the hour we agreed?

Through reading Aristotle?

Aristotle?

You no longer wish to help me with my Greek.

I cannot.

Very well.

At least allow me to sit.

Of course. Forgive me.

I have forgotten myself.

Would you like something to eat?

Thank you.

No.

Oh, you really should.

I have a fine piece of book, hardly tuned in that box behind...

Jew.

Cousin, are you quite well?

Oh, your ladyship.

I can't bear it no more.

Your highness?

I'm not your cousin.

I'm not the prince. Edward.

We look the same. It's true.

Eyes, and ears, and everything.

I looked in the mirror and for a minute myself I thought I was the prince.

But I'm not. God forgive me.

I'm Tom Canty.

Becca Boy.

From Offal Court. Put in a name.

The prince is unwell.

What are you doing there?

Feeding?

There's slops for your trouble.

I'm looking for Offal Court.

Putting loan.

That way.

Come round.

What is this game?

Boy.

Speak.

What is this?

Tutter.

I made a mistake.

See?

It was a game!

I ran into the courtyard.

I was pushed.

And then the prince.

And the corridors.

And he said he longed for Martin.

I longed for finery.

And food.

So much food.

I knew it was wrong.

Please don't be ahead of me.

Thank you.

I'll not be ahead of you.

Bless you, sir.

Henceforth I won't have a bad word set against you.

Sire.

This could be serious.

Nonsense.

How many fingers do I hold up?

Three, sir.

Three!

One more is your name.

Title and lineage.

Tom Canty, sir.

Son of John Canty.

Beggaboy.

Sire, if I might try an experiment.

Does your highness remember his Latin?

I know some Latin.

Yes, Ricks.

Verus said Petronos videus.

I'm easy one.

I'll say him some.

Enricas estrex.

Verus et Petronos videus.

Bravo!

See?

The croix.

Seinemen who do not know who good king Harry is defender of the faith.

He's a passing malady.

Which will restore itself with rest.

Bleaver!

I know that.

Meets peace.

Come closer.

Understand one thing.

A frailty such as this however fleeting

is an open window to those who would attack you.

Soon the throne will be yours

and all England will depend on you.

Never.

Never deny that you are my son.

Swear!

I swear.

Mal.

Sleeve.

Sleeve.

Madre still.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Then you won't tell me which is the candy household.

Boy John.

Look what the cat dragged in.

So.

Reckon you think coming back Captain and I might give you mercy.

Depends boy.

A trust.

You're neck or mine.

You're John Canton.

We're talking boy.

Now I see why he said he had them for.

Sure sense boy or I'll beat sense into you.

I am not your son.

I am the Prince of Wales wearing his clothes.

Right.

Dad.

Where is he?

Where is he?

Don't you touch my boy John Canton.

Get out of here or I'll give you.

Tom.

Will you come home love?

Your father is not going to hurt you.

I'm not Tom Canton.

I'm the Prince of Wales.

What?

Tom?

What are you going to do?

It's lusty's name.

Tom.

Do you remember me? Your sister now?

I'll give you some of that.

Remember.

In the name of my father, good King Henry, will you listen to me?

Tom.

We must go to the palace and reclaim your true song.

Tom.

I warn you.

You will all hang.

Come.

Oh friends.

What can a small boy have done to deserve this?

Spilled a few beers?

Allow me to replace them.

Oh.

This boy would betray his own father.

Round here we call that treason.

Round here a father is King.

A good King does not beat his subjects.

Where have you been?

This is the land of Henry Tudor.

Make yourself useful.

I shall.

It's behind you.

I thank you.

You're welcome.

Boy.

Upstairs.

Come back with my boy.

Get in here.

Oh, yeah.

Wake up.

Oh!

He's going down a plane.

Look out.

Next time, my friend.

Next time.

Your Highness.

Your father awaits word that you are rested.

I slept.

I have never had such a sleep.

Excellent.

And you remember who you are?

I'm the King's son.

Not now.

Congratulations, Highness.

For a spell you were missed.

Educated.

Thank you.

You care to wash, Highness?

I am not dressed.

You have your gun.

Does he?

Do I go out in this?

Go out.

To the water pump.

To wash.

Your Highness.

I bring the water to you.

We are your gentleman of the toilet.

Gentlemen in the toilet.

Gentlemen of the toilet.

We have your own cloth's Highness.

Your soaps.

And engines.

And engines.

You slept fiftily.

This bed.

It would not have a pauper.

It's softer than the hard floor I trust.

We must move on.

The more distance between us and your father, the better.

That was not my father.

Oh, I forgot.

You're the Duke of Norfolk.

I'm not the...

Who are you?

Handen.

Miles, Handen.

Passing through on my way home from Spain and...

Happy.

To be of service, your majesty.

You saved me.

No, you saved me.

No.

You saved me.

All right, I did.

But I hate to boast.

Your swordsmanship was excellent.

I think you.

I would wash.

I would not stop you.

Enjoy the gentleman of the...

The gentleman of the facecloth Highness.

Highness, Abba.

Abba.

Abba. Abba-nable more like.

You'll come with me to my father's.

You'll be safe there and fed.

Do we decide what to do with you?

I require water to wash.

There's a pump outside.

Outside?

Have you ever seen a pump inside?

Do you sit for that permission?

Permission.

In my company, you may sit whenever you like.

Poor lad, what dreadful fear have you lived in?

To think you could not even sit...

Without asking?

Not I, you.

Your father is a wicked man.

The key is a good man.

Compared to your father, maybe.

Just the king.

Not loved.

Fear not, brave one.

Mine has a heart big enough for us both.

Come.

I'm in a hurry to be home.

Come.

Come.

Venison is the thing I missed most.

Beef is my favorite.

English beef.

Well, then we shall have beef.

Can't we have them all?

Why not? I like your style.

This homecoming should be a banquet.

And duck.

Sarah likes duck.

Sarah.

Who is Sarah?

When you look into the heavens and a star winks at you, that is my Sarah.

In my monk's cell in Spain, the weeks turning into months, the months into years, she is what kept me going.

Before I left, I made her a promise.

A solemn promise that I would not reach my thirty-fifth year without...

Without what?

Without bringing her the scruffiest search in London to serve as a whipping boy.

Oh.

Here you are.

Thank you.

And I brought you this. Not greatly better than your own, but we are down to our last few fatheries.

I thank you.

You have exquisite manners for one so lowly.

You are a good and generous man, Los Angeles.

Oh.

A monk in Santiago told me once, whatever one gives in life goes on a journey and grows.

And eventually finds its way back to you, only richer and purer.

What you give now, you will receive back a hundred times.

Yes. That's the idea.

No, I will see to it.

No?

I must confide in you now. You must listen carefully.

I am all ears.

I am not Tom Canty. I am Edward, Prince of Wales. And one day, I shall be King.

And you shall have your award.

And I look forward to it.

You believe me?

Yes, of course.

You did not realise that before, I was scalding you for sitting without permission.

Because I'm used to giving that permission, not requesting it.

I see you wanted me to ask you.

Of course. Would you sit in the presence of your future, King?

Good heavens. No. Look at me now.

I beg your forgiveness, your majesty.

Granted, you may sit.

I thank you.

Your highness is content?

He is.

Wait.

Wait.

When I am back at Westminster, you will come to court and claim your award?

Indeed.

I shall be a knight.

That is possible?

No, no. I tell you what.

I will have a royal dispensation.

Being?

Permission to sit in the presence of the King without asking.

It shall be granted.

Come on, let my little Duke of Norfolk.

Onwards to Hendon Hall.

I'm not the Duke of Norfolk.

This is wonderful.

Indeed, highness. Highness, sir.

I'm not the one who's so bold.

Those servants might deserve some small rest by doing which they might rest.

And refresh themselves.

Oh, of course.

Send me someone to play knights.

Highness?

A boy.

To play.

What is the point of this suit if not to...

Doesn't he...

Don't I play?

Highness, today.

There are usually lessons. The fairs of state.

Play, I cannot think.

We might bring you a kitchen, Vorn.

Good. Bring one.

Highness. A boy.

Good. You will do.

Bow, boy, before your prince.

It's as usual to bow, but in this case I shall accept a slack,

or as a similar mark of respect.

You may leave us.

Peace, my friend.

Now those frosty heads have gone.

Show me what you can do with a sword.

I've never held a sword.

Let me tell you a secret.

Neither have I.

Goodbye, Your Highness.

Thank you. Thank me.

No, sir. Thank you.

Wait till my mum hears about this.

I want to go out.

Of course, Highness.

Not like this.

Not as him.

Highness?

Not as him.

Not as me.

What goes on there?

Highness.

Tripling matter. A murder on his way to the gallows.

No!

I mean, I would know.

I would know more.

Who has he murdered?

I'm as I could inquire, but this need hardly concern your overstretched mind.

Then please inquire.

The king has specifically asked to the...

Enquire.

As you wish.

It is quiet.

There must be a prayer.

Where are we?

A monastery.

Monks of St. Benedict.

Father Abbott is a friend of my father's.

He will feed us.

What has happened to England?

The king had no choice.

The monastery for rich.

There are but greedy and fat.

Oh.

And King Henry is at rich.

Or greedy.

Or fat.

This was my favorite.

St. Anthony.

Finder of lost thing.

When I fell lost and far from home, I prayed to him.

This is what I know.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Why should you be sorry?

I am not.

Thomas, it appears, this man stabbed the merchant Robert Hargre

in this first square.

Hang in.

Let him speak.

Bring him Nero.

Mm.

Hi, Nis.

Have mercy on an innocent man.

What is your defence?

Hi, Nis.

A man put the knife in my hand.

He called help.

Help as if I were the killer, but it must have been him.

That's what they all say.

Knife in the hand.

Help, help.

It is a thin excuse, Nis.

Perhaps this is true.

An inventable might be easier to believe.

This man.

Could you describe him?

Yes, Highness.

And I can do better.

In jail, the inmates told me his name.

A common thief called John Kenti.

He's been described to other men before.

Highness this entire business is concoction and conjecture.

We must have solidified.

Yes.

Before we take a life, we must have solid evidence.

You will not hang until this Kenti fellow is found and questioned.

Bless you, Highness.

And he had a boy with him.

He must have seen.

See to it.

God bless him, Segwood.

Yes, come, Miss.

You want to find that boy, John?

And sort him.

I'll find him.

That was an excellent performance, Highness.

Thank you.

The mob will remember your wisdom and mercy.

You honor the throne of England even before you assume it.

Good.

Remind me, Highness, if it is not unseemly to recall it.

But during your, how shall I say it, moment of madness

when you briefly forgot your royal heritage

and claimed another altogether less illustrious.

What name was it you used?

I forgot.

Tom, was it not?

Tom, something?

It is possible.

Yes.

It is possible.

Someone here will know the fate of other abbots.

You watch the horse.

Stop!

Stop it!

Stop the boy!

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Thanks, up boy.

Thank you, pardon me.

Shame on you!

Shame on you!

Come on!

I cannot steal a pig.

Come on!

A boy, a boy with a pig.

Don't you know what it means?

Miles!

Where is my friend Miles?

Come on!

Come to me!

Oh, oh my God!

My mom, my pig!

Oh my God!

Come on!

Oh!

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

I didn't do it!

I didn't!

Help!

I didn't do it!

Oh my God!

Oh!

Son!

I hear your restoration to health.

It matches my decline.

You have made an exhibition of yourself.

It is not yet within your power to grant a royal pardon.

Would you have my throne before I'm gone?

Forgive me your majesty.

Louis!

Sorry.

My son will make his peace with me in private.

You too, my lord.

As you wish, Majesty.

You Majesty, this man they were hanging.

I had good reason to believe he was innocent.

You have done well.

But perhaps too often I have forgotten the strength in mercy.

When I am gone, do you think that the people of England, the peasants and the porpers will remember me well?

They will remember you, son.

That they will, son.

I have diplomatic answer.

And what about you?

Will you forget the brute in your father, the scoundrel, and remember only the good?

My father?

I will try.

I will try.

Swear?

I swear.

God.

Good.

Now.

Hartford will be lord protector.

Oh.

Hartford.

Hartford is a rogue.

I thought you liked him.

He's a boy, old England's backside.

Buddy, you are not yet of age. It is a law.

You cannot rule without a protector.

If I must give you a devil, I'll give you a devil you know.

And remember?

He cannot rule without you.

So?

Go.

What's your name, boy?

Edward Tudor.

Edward...

You?

You're real name, boy.

Where are you from? Where do you live?

Palace of Westminster.

This impudence will not serve you well.

I'm the prince of Wales, I tell you. Son of...

Son of Miles Handen.

Son of Miles Handen, sir.

Forgive me. I left my boy unattended.

You know this boy's father?

Yes, and I beg leniency on his behalf.

You encouraged him to steal this pig?

I did not steal a pig.

Why would the prince of Wales steal a pig?

Forgive him, sir. He has moments of weakness.

That's just maybe he stole a pig and must be punished.

The value of the pig.

Two and six, sir, but...

Good? That is easy.

The penalty is death for anything over the shilling.

A boy?

Wait, no!

Poor little knight.

What now woman? I have a meal going cold.

A meal? Is this justice?

If my father knew what was going on in his name.

Maybe it's worth less.

It could be less than a shilling.

Come to think of it.

It was our horrible pig.

Poor little knight.

He reminds me of my old boy.

A godless soul.

Very well. In the name of his Majesty.

A dozen lashes.

I'm to be with.

Shh. Not if I can help it.

No. It's worth two and six.

You should have thought of that.

You'll not have my pig for a shilling.

Want me to call back his worship?

Delling you lie on oath?

No.

Bring it.

After dark.

Friend, I beg you.

Let the boy go.

This business has been a completely misunderstanding.

Can't you say you whipped him, soundly?

Who will know?

Not my decision. It's the look.

Oh, and summa crew loud in.

That's the law too.

Pardon? Summa cum laude.

The law of crime after the fact?

What?

In simple terms.

A crime after a crime of obtaining cheap goods or cheap livestock.

As a result, quid pro quo of illegal loophole.

How way would you?

Or have you whipped two?

Your Majesty's friend would have no choice.

Summa cum laude is a hanging, drawing and quartering offense.

Is it pro bono?

No mitigation.

Summa cum laude.

Indeed.

Summa cum laude.

Away with you both.

Otherwise, my friend.

To be safe in law, you should restore the pig.

I will.

Hey, hey, lady.

I'll pay her twice its value.

No, no, no, no.

More.

Three times?

Make it ten.

Then, if it should come to trial, you have the ham and d'etareseau defense.

Remember those words? They could save your neck.

Come on, day two.

Theresa.

Your Latin's terrible.

Thankfully, not as bad as his.

What ham and d'etareseau?

That was Spanish.

Spanish?

Meaning?

Meaning spicy pork.

He told you?

What?

I'll tell you what.

I am to be lord protector.

Do you know what that means?

It means that I cannot rule without you.

Wrong.

It means you cannot rule at all.

From now on, you will be able to do it.

You will call.

From now on, you will do exactly what I say when I say it.

Or I will expose you, my friend, for the imposter that you are.

Your head will decorate a spike on the city walls.

I'm a sittan.

If you know who I am,

you can't go and try and find the real prince.

Why?

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Oh!

That's the rule, carriage.

So, where would you go?

I'm going on private business to awful court.

It doesn't matter where I'm going.

I'm in a compromised position.

Lord Hartford has especially forbidden that you were.

Perhaps in the morning, you might arrange it with him.

If you had never wanted to dip your feet in your life, you would want to.

Would you not?

There's no one fairer than my love's name.

I wouldn't ever go the wrong.

And if I should listen to a man's private passion,

then my far off will be my fashion.

So it's mud you want, does it?

All right?

It's mud you'll get.

So, tell me now, your promise to Sarah,

you would not reach your search for here without...

Without... you are a pertinent.

Without a ring on my finger.

And it is today, isn't it?

Your birthday.

No, tomorrow.

We are in time.

Just...

The highness at this hour, the king will be asleep.

I've had enough, do you hear me?

This is a prison, not a palace.

This royal highness, the Prince of Wales.

Leave us.

Come, uh... sit.

You must stay.

You can have a song.

I remember that.

This song I used to sing it.

Your Majesty, I have a confession to make before this mess.

This terrible mess gets any worse.

You have a confession.

Oh, my son.

It is I who have a confession.

My heart's high, and I'm tenderly come to aim.

When it's confined for a few years.

But... I've forgotten my own verse.

Your Majesty, let me speak.

I'm tired.

Sir, I know I swear that I would never deny that I was your son.

And I know I saw that I would stand up to Lord Harford.

But sir, I'm not your son, and he knows it.

I can't be king.

I'm not your home, Kenti.

I have my own father, and I must make my peace with him somehow.

And so I miss my mother.

I want to go back to her.

So... so... so...

Help!

Help!

The king is dead!

Help!

Commander Stemm.

The Lord protect her respectfully requests a meeting in his offices.

Make way for the king.

Come!

This Majesty, the king.

Your Majesty.

You asked to go out to see your family perhaps.

You must miss them.

It hurt me while you are here living like a king.

They should not suffer in poverty and neglect.

We should look after them.

Where do they live?

They live in a place where they live.

They live in a place where they live.

They live in a place where they live.

They live in a place where they live.

Where do they live?

They live in a...

I'll see they're well provided for.

Remind me of the street.

I have forgotten.

Well, well.

A little judicious reticence.

Leave my family out of this.

I underestimated you.

Perhaps you could play the game after all.

I was ruling the country a game to you.

You may go.

Your Majesty.

First day I'll be.

Now this.

This is Hendon Hall.

Not the Hendon Hall I left behind.

Hello?

That's not used to me.

Wait for me.

Here.

Come on, you stupid girl.

How did you get a single name?

You know it.

How it goes.

Frog to a sadness strange.

And a frog turned to a prince and gladness ray.

My heaven, I love muffins.

What say you my love?

I don't care if I do nothing but toast muffins for the rest of my days.

You?

Goodness me, my long lost brother.

In time for muffins.

We thought you were dead.

You thought I was dead.

Why?

You were gone for so much longer than planned.

Father send words of the monastery to stay that the time was not right to return.

Turn where is it?

No.

When?

Five years six.

That makes no sense.

Only last year he said word to son.

You sent word.

And Sarah received word from Santiago that I was dead.

Worse.

First you married a Spanish beauty.

Dark eyes.

Then you died.

What poisoned you, brother?

What poisoned you?

What poisoned you?

What poisoned you?

What poisoned you?

What poisoned you?

Tragic.

Thankfully she found her shoulder to lean on.

What poisoned me?

What poisoned me?

What poisoned you?

Father's look.

When it fell to me, from you.

Joy then contempt.

That's not true.

He loved you.

No.

Everything you did sparked a light in his eyes.

Every story you told.

Every witness.

So he knew they were witless.

Yes, and he still loved them.

You were ugly and stupid.

And crazeless.

And still miles.

This.

Miles that.

Like the sun would never rise unless miles hemmed and first born.

Sun and air was here to bathe in its warm glow.

Did I not share with you?

What disturbance is this?

Or is this man?

And the boy.

Rest be.

This is the villain.

Sir Hugh.

Are you hurt?

Sir Hugh.

I am the eldest son.

The estate, the title, passes to me.

I to mark the name of the son.

I will give you justice.

Breaking and entering.

Grievous bodily harm.

Attempted murder.

Take them away.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Tom.

Tom is that you?

Tom!

Stop back there.

Stop back!

Tom, why won't you look at me?

What's the come of you?

No!

No!

It's crying.

Tom was Tom.

Leave him alone!

What's the matter?

I'm just in need of them before.

hmm

er

Yes.

By Lord.

Excuse me, but there are a few details to be looked at here.

You see, in the deans, the sea has stood out.

There, for instance, I've had one particular knee.

Your Majesty?

No.

I won't sign it.

But your Majesty?

Your taxes?

The people have nothing left to tax.

Leave us.

All right, Lord.

No.

Remain.

Oh, Majesty.

Majesty.

The Majesty, these taxes are necessary.

It has been agreed.

Not with me.

What are they for?

Therefore, they're all caught.

The, uh, the, uh, the, uh, the, uh, the, uh, the, uh, the, uh, the, uh, the, uh, the, uh, the, uh, the, uh, the, uh, the.

When you desks, when the old ones will do.

As your Lord protect her, I insist.

No.

As your king, I must insist.

I want this spending explained.

Every penny.

Oh.

Hey.

I'm sorry, I'll tell you how to get these two.

Enominant battery.

If you leave, it's going to settle.

You there?

Next?

Me?

No, thank you.

Step forward.

Your Lord has forsaken me.

You cannot help me.

Let me try.

Miles, which is me?

God bless you, my child.

Father Abbott.

Shh.

Friar Matthew now.

These are dark days for Mumken Monastery.

Indeed.

In the last week, I have lost my freedom, my father,

and my love.

It's a plan to help you to escape.

Be ready tomorrow evening.

Escape.

And the boy?

What boy?

Oh, no.

Too dangerous.

You mustn't save him before me.

He has his whole life ahead of him.

Jane, are you going to use your paper and call?

No.

Never.

Then my time.

As long as you promise to be true to yourself,

never deny who you are what you are.

That's what they wanted me to do.

That is easy.

I promise.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Jane.

Be gentle.

Be gentle with her.

Confitable now, Majesty.

Shh.

Out, please.

Now.

Out.

Yeah.

So everything ready?

Orp a king?

Your robes?

Your crown?

Yes.

Amazing how quickly the hat fits, is it not?

I'll not be your puppet.

By the way, your mother and sisters are all well.

Man, is it?

A little bet?

If you harm them.

Now, why would I do that?

I even sent them some coins, in fact,

to be paid from the new tax levy, which I trust

you will now consider signing after all.

OK.

I'm glad they freed Jane, aren't you?

She'd soft enough.

Did you see her face?

What?

Freed?

What is this spectacle?

Having a father.

Good.

Jane Hamilton.

Jane.

Why?

It was of the Baptist faith.

You were not repent.

Come away.

The laws that have to son of Jane and all of you

will be swept from the statute books.

I will see to it.

England will be shamed no more.

Oh, yeah.

You and whose arms?

Enough, boy.

It's not the time of place.

I am the Prince of Wales, and my father is King Henry.

And when I return to Westminster,

he will hear of what I have learned, here and elsewhere.

Might fall on deaf ears.

It will not.

Dead ears, more like.

What do you mean?

Least Harry had ears?

Had?

Good King Harry's dead mate.

After you heard, we have a boy King next, Edward,

crowning him any minute.

The King is dead?

The King is dead.

Mose, if my father is dead, then I am King.

We have to get away from her and to London immediately.

You never give up to you.

It's not funny anymore, my friend.

But we have to get to London before the wrong boy is crowned King.

For the last time, would you hold your blasted tongue?

I'll bring you two up!

Your beast's not men.

She's the poor hour of their season.

Leave him alone!

Are we to burn too?

Hurry.

Here it is.

It must be case for France.

This letter will show you safe passage.

No.

I must go to London, fourth with.

I must speak with Sarah.

If she has betrayed me.

She has betrayed you.

But unwitting me.

She would make a mess.

Sarah.

Oh my love, I beg you forgive me.

I never stopped loving you.

Even when I thought you were dead.

Oh.

How are you?

Happy birthday, my darling.

So now, go quickly.

Boy, all brother discovers.

His wife and his best horses have some.

Blom, happy lives.

Are you taking the boy?

On one condition.

No more on the Duke of Norfolk and not.

Promise?

And I promise never to lose my temper again.

That I cannot do.

I am the King of England.

I am sorry.

That little tike.

The two pins I go after him.

It give him a piece of my mind.

I saved his life.

Now you must save your own.

We must hurry.

All right.

Bless you father.

Thank you.

Come.

That beggar brat wrote this.

And I saved him from a whipping.

I am Edward Tudor, Prince of Wales.

Son of King Henry VIII,

born on the 11th day of October in the year of our Lord.

1,535.

He has written it too.

In Latin?

In Latin.

Perfect Latin.

And in perfect French.

And perfect Greek.

The Majesty.

I know it follows hard on the heels of your father's death.

But this is a happy day.

It's the day your con king.

Forgive me for reminding you.

But today we set aside our sorrows.

Today all England rejoices.

What can I do?

Smile.

That's all that's required.

The people will love you for it.

There we are.

Wave your majesty.

Excellent.

Oh, yes, the king!

Love the king!

Oh, yes, the king!

Love the king!

Come on!

Love the king!

Love the king!

Yeah!

Okay!

Hey!

Hey!

Gotcha, Brad.

And this time I ain't taking any chances.

Get out of here!

Whoa!

Whoa, OWe!

Ah!

Ah!

Oh!

Ah!

Oh!

Ah!

Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Oh!

Young country!

Get him off me!

Ah!

Ah!

Please!

You're wanting for questioning.

Where's the boy?

Only father, who ruleest over all the kingdoms of the world,

and just order them according to thy good pleasure,

look kindly upon your humble servants here present,

and bless in particular Edward Tudor,

that he might have the wisdom, the mercy,

and the divine grace to rule as your vicar on earth.

Tom, is that you?

Tom! What's become of you?

You'll do the right thing, won't you boy,

for your family's sake?

No! Help me! Help me! Help!

Help me! Help! Help!

Hey, Pack!

No! You need help!

The wearing of the crown,

has signed and symbol of his great majesty.

No. I can't do this.

Watch this.

I'm not Edward Tudor.

I don't care if you hang me.

Just don't touch my mother or sisters.

His majesty's malady returns at moments of excitement.

We must proceed, unperturbed.

Archbishop.

This is mostly regular.

Cross-seared.

This crown, as signed and symbol of his cape.

Stop!

He is not the king.

What is this impotence?

I am Edward Tudor.

Arrest unfiled upon him.

Do not slay a finger on him.

He is the true king.

Archbishop.

He knows I'm not the real king.

That's why he wants to see me crowned,

so he can rule himself behind the scenes.

Is this nonsense?

I am merely the Lord Protector.

Arrest that boy!

Arrest them both.

I come on!

He said that if I did not obey,

my head would decorate a spike.

He threatened my family.

My father never trusted you, uncle.

Then your father should not have appointed me Lord Protector.

Then you would meet him.

This is King Henry's son.

Arrest him.

Don't touch me!

Don't touch me!

Pity, I was crying quite fond of you.

Don't save the king!

You're magist.

Give me, Tom.

Being gone longer than expected.

There's nothing to forgive for.

Off with your rights.

Run, run, run!

Run!

John Canty, you are henceforth exiled from England,

never to return.

You may thank your son for your life.

Yes, you are.

Yes.

You're so precious.

Hugh Hendon, you too shall be exiled.

Your marriage was a contract built on lies and deceit,

and shall be annulled.

Miss, you are.

She got this.

She got this.

Sarah, you are free to marry,

whomsoever you may choose.

Maurs Hendon, services to the crown, you shall have...

I have my reward already.

Sir, you may not sit in the presence of the king.

Oh, yes, I can.

No, you may.

I have conferred the right in perpetuity.

Sir, there's no precedent for this army.

Then we shall establish a new precedent,

under the name of...

The right of...

The right of...

The right of Hammond, didgericell.

His Majesty, King Edward,

begs forgiveness for taking longer than anticipated to repay his debt.

Good-bye.

And this is interest.

Reproside to the ladies, yes.

Captain, man, Captain...

Captain, Captain...

Grandmother, Captain!

These pigs are hereby presented by his wall-hinders,

in agnazi-tonsopteh eggs!

Oh my god.

On your knees, then you'll hunt up and bake the wood.

Never scoundrel.

Oh god.

Wait, wait a minute.

Oh god.

Oh god.