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Just a roll of a dice...

elaing positions...

W je t Kling...

Just a roll of a dice....

Food of Wouldnsey!

What wino?

beans

Your Majesty, word from the Queen's Lady in waiting.

Pity to boy!

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

Bring it some boy.

Good lance, good lance.

Good lance.

Good lance.

Oh!

An eel?

Oh!

Well done, King.

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

Good lance.

An eel?

Let it be known. Edward.

Prince of Wales.

You, your King, is born.

What is it?

Peaceful boy.

That's something.

I was thinking Thomas.

Tom.

Can't you shut it up?

What is it?

Peaceful boy.

That's something.

I was thinking Thomas.

Tom.

Tom, you shut it up.

Can't you shut it up?

Recance! My commande!

Never! Your terrible King!

Oh!

Daniel Hunter, all your niece and bake,

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 you?

Hi! I'll beg her!

No one will believe you.

They were...they were I'd be King.

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

Isn't it?

Well, aren't it?

I'll make it one.

What's that?

Come on.

He's at the King and the Prince.

Look at that.

The water aggravates my leg.

Send for the royal coach.

Sire, I beg you to rest.

Your Majesty should rest more,

and place the burdens of state on your loyal servants.

Sure!

The King does not need...

Rec!

He needs a coach!

Uncle, if those of you both were washed in dress...

Do not gaze at the rebel.

It is unseemly.

Of course.

Go for nothing.

We've got a living to make.

Have you forgotten the burnings?

No, I...I just forget.

Forgive me.

I'll forgive you.

Thousands wouldn't.

Do hereby announce my warrant of his Majesty King Henry VIII,

Defender of the plate.

The man ask you big words.

We're going to the fire to consume hope.

I'll take a chance to stay up.

I'll take a chance to stay up.

I know it!

Pisa, spare a penny for a quarter or so.

Away with you.

Pisa?

Workday.

Give me back.

Here, take a picture.

Mo!

What are you doing?

Stop him!

Hey!

Mike, Mike!

Mike, Mike!

Mike, Mike, Mike!

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?

You'll see this man getting down.

Tom, where have you been?

I haven't done nothing.

Anything. I have not done anything.

What's the matter?

Tell me, John.

Oh, Tom, I can guess.

I'm sorry.

I've let you down.

I'm so sorry.

Hi!

Hello, Ted.

Hello, Ted.

Hello, Ted.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I won't stand up to your side of your door.

Where is the little darling?

I thought he was with you.

No!

Tom!

Tom, where are you?

Tom!

His Majesty's leg, Ailsen.

Get a stretcher immediately.

You, the...

It's as more usual to bow.

But I'll accept a slack jaw as a similar mark of respect.

Forgive me.

I saw a ton immediately from whence I came.

You speak well for and so ragged.

Are you hungry?

Well, mother teaches me fine talk, Highness.

An old father Andrew Latin song.

And no, sir.

I'm not hungry.

You look starved.

I'll find you a meal.

Forgive me.

No.

Come with me.

You're my just see.

He's done.

He hasn't had a fur of his highly grim...

Oh, there's a better route.

and have the fur of his highly-subscribed...

There's a better route.

So, tell me your name.

Tom Canty, sir.

Thomas.

And you live... what?

Off for court, sir.

Putting Lane.

Putting Lane?

It is a doth name.

And you have family?

Yes, sir.

My mother.

My sister's an animal, Bert.

Her grandmother.

No father.

Well...

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.

Bring 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?

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!

Fentings!

What route you play?

Point in line, right of way.

Repost and counter-repost.

Intruth, sir.

Down by the river.

Tis my armour, fell.

Tis my 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 water for bedits.

And if just once I could clothe myself in.

In clothes such as these.

Forgive me, sir.

I forgot my place.

There's nothing to forgive.

Offer your rights.

Hello.

For one moment, our wishes will come true.

Your cap may taste.

Is it possible?

Your eyes, your mouth.

Even your voice.

All similar to that of mine.

Tom Canty, you could be your prince.

Yeah, quick. Wipe your face.

One moment.

Let us enjoy this opportunity.

Eat.

You are a prince until I return.

Enter.

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.

I know.

Start a white run.

Hear you.

The Highness, may we begin.

Would your highness sit?

Thank you. That will be all. Oh, your highness? Yes. I am desirous to feed myself without

beady eyes upon me. But highness, meats must be tasted by all royal taste. I must eat

taste them. Can I not taste them eats myself?

I am not. I am not. I am not. I am not. I am not. I am not. I am not. I am not.

I am not. I am not. I am not. I am not. I am not. I am not. I am not. I am not. I am not.

I am not. I am not. They are all. I am not. I am not. I am not. I am not. I am not.

Grace, it comes back.

You would leave your friend.

Don't you have to let that down, everyone.

I have something for prayer for you.

Well, that's it.

Alright come here.

Come here.

No, what?

outlet guy.

Good day.

A good day to you, sir.

More a new can afford.

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

Take two.

Thank you.

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

Mm, you're in truth, I'm not the full eye up here.

Away 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, uh, great and holy seal.

Might I put it back.

No.

Pass it here.

I have not so at crack.

Nuts?

I have not so at crack.

Nuts?

Most of you were saying.

Most of you were saying.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

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 as?

If the prince, if I, what to go out to muck about,

to take a walk, how long might I be gone?

Highness, this is some new riddle.

No.

Don't matter.

It matters, Mark.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Come to the building.

Who's, sir?

Where are you?

Come to the tomb.

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

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

Oh, this was just about ready for the old boys.

I'll leave that for us. Get the real girl.

Clear off, Gatta Snipe.

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

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

Let's be pass. I'm the Prince of Wales.

Oh, in that case, forgive me, your royalitis.

Beat it. Beat it, urchin.

Very well. You may regret this.

Wow!

Where?

Where?

The Lady Jane Grey.

Highness.

Cousin.

Good day.

So, what brings you here?

Is this not the hour we agreed?

For 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 pork,

hardly chewed in that box behind...

Jew.

Cousin, are you quite well?

Oh, your lady ship.

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.

Putting Lane.

The prince is unwell.

What are you doing there?

Feeding?

There's slops for your trouble.

I'm looking for Offal Court.

Putting Lane.

That way.

I'm looking for your wife.

That way.

Come round.

What is this game?

Boy.

Speak.

I...

What is this?

Tuttlery?

I made a mistake.

See?

Two hours a game!

I ran into the courtyard.

I was pushed.

And then the prince.

And the corridors.

And he said he longed for mud.

And I longed for finery.

And food.

So much food.

I knew it was wrong.

Please do not be ahead of me.

Oh God.

I knew.

I'll not be ahead of you.

Unless you saw.

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

So I...

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.

Sir, if I might try an experiment.

Does your Highness remember his Latin?

I know some Latin.

Yes, Ricks.

Vera said patronus videis.

I'm easy one.

I'll say him some.

Enricas estrex verus et patronus videis.

Bravo!

See?

The croix.

Seidman, who do not know the good king, Harry,

is defender of the faith.

He's a passing melody.

Which will restore himself with rest.

Bleaver!

No, I understand.

The Christmas...

Meets peace.

Come closer.

Come closer.

Understand one thing.

A frailty such as this however fleeting.

It's 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.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Seidman.

Seidman.

Seidman.

Seidman.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Meets are still.

Excuse me.

Then you want to tell me which is the candy household?

Holy John.

Look what the cat dragged in.

So, reckon you think coming back, Captain,

and I might give you mercy.

Depends, boy.

A trust.

Your neck or mine.

Your John Canty.

Where's your talking boy?

Now I see why he said he had them for.

Your sense, boy, or I'll beat sense into you.

I am not your son.

I am the Prince of Wales wearing his clothes.

Right, that's it.

Where is he?

Where is he?

Don't you touch my boy John Canty.

Get out of here, I'll give you a ride.

Tom.

Will you come home, love?

Your father is not going to hurt you.

I'm not Tom Canty.

I'm the Prince of Wales.

Tom?

What have you done to him?

His lastie's eight.

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.

I warn you, you will all hang.

Come, friends, what can a small boy have done to deserve this?

Spilled a few beers?

Allow me to replace them.

See, 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.

You are right.

It's behind you!

I think you.

You're welcome.

You're welcome.

There's so many treasures!

**

Oh!

He's going down a plane!

Oh, my God!

Look out!

Ah!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

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.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Not now.

Congratulations, Highness.

For a spell you were missed.

Adjutated.

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 gentlemen of the toilet.

Gentlemen in the toilet.

Gentlemen of the toilet.

We have your own cloths, Highness.

Your sobs.

And...

Angents.

You slept fit to leave.

This bed.

It would not have a pauper.

It would be softer than the hard floor I trust.

We first 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 the boast.

Your swordsmanship was excellent.

I think you.

I would wash.

I would not stop you.

I'm not the only one.

I'm not the only one.

I'm not the only one.

No.

Enjoy the gentlemen of the...

The gentlemen of the facecloth Highness.

Highness.

Abba.

Abba.

Abba.

Abominable 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 the house?

Do you sit for that commission?

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.

He's 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.

Venison is the thing I missed most in Spain.

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 mung 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 35th year without

Without what?

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

Here you are.

Thank you.

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

I thank you.

You have exquisite manners for one so lowly.

You are a good and generous man, while sent to.

Oh.

Among consandiago 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.

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 realize that before, I was scalding you for sitting without permission, because I am 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?

What, 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.

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, my little Duke of Norfolk.

Onwards to Hendon Hall.

I am not the Duke of Norfolk.

This is wonderful.

Indeed, highness.

Highness, sir.

If I move to the boat, those servants might deserve some small respite during which they might rest and refresh themselves.

Oh, of course.

Send me someone to play knights.

Highness?

Oh, 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.

Affairs of state.

Play.

I cannot think.

We might bring you a kitchen, Lauren.

Good.

Bring one.

Highness.

A boy.

Good.

You will do.

Bow, boy, before your prince.

It is usual to bow, but in this case I shall accept a slack, juror, 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.

Sir, I've never heard of a sword.

Let me tell you a secret.

Neither have I.

Until then, I personally ought to avoid all theseorf toys.

Rather

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 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?

Highness, I could inquire, but this need hardly concern your overstretched mind.

Then please inquire.

The king has specifically asked to the-

Enquirer.

As you wish.

Just 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.

I am not a friend of my father's.

What has happened to England?

The king had no choice.

The monastery for rich.

There are its greedy and fat.

Oh?

And King Henry is at rich?

Or greedy?

Or fat?

This was my favorite.

Sent 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?

Highness, it appears, this man stabbed the man.

The pills for this man stabbed the merchant, Robert Hargre,

than this first word.

Hang in.

Let him speak.

Bring him nearer.

Highness, have mercy on an innocent man.

What is your defence?

Highness.

Highness, 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.

Perhaps this is true.

An inventible might be easier to believe.

What is this?

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 solid effort.

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, Prince Edward.

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 blamed 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 all the rabbits.

You watch the horse.

Here.

Stop!

Stop it!

Stop the boy!

Get this!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

You're a fangirl!

Thank you, Pardon.

Shame on you!

Shame on you!

I cannot sail a plane!

A boy!

A boy!

Hey!

Hey!

Miles!

Where is my friend Miles?

Come to me!

Oh, oh, my God!

My, my, my baby!

Oh, my, my, my!

Oh, my, my, my!

Hey, come on!

Hey, Miles!

I just take a white card.

Come on!

I didn't do it!

I didn't!

Help!

I didn't do it!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Now!

Son!

I hear your restoration to health matters 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.

Rilos?

Sir.

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.

I've 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, sir.

That they will, sir.

I have diplomatic answer.

I want to remind you, will you forget the brute in your father, the scoundrel, and remember only the good?

My father?

I will try.

Swear?

I swear.

Good.

Good.

Now,

Hartford will be Lord Protector.

Oh.

Hartford is a rogue.

I thought you liked him.

He's a boil on 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.

But remember?

He cannot rule without you.

So?

Go?

What's your name, boy?

Edward Tudor.

Edward Tudor.

Your real name, boy.

Where are you from? Where do you live?

The 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, 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 his maybe. He stole a pig and must be punished.

The value of the pig.

Two and six, sir, but...

Good. That is easy.

Penalty is death for anything over the shilling.

A boy?

Wait, no. Paul little might.

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 worthless.

It could be less than a shilling.

Come to think of it.

It was a horrible pig.

Poor little might.

He reminds me of my old boy.

A godress is so...

Very well in the name of his Majesty.

A dozen lashes.

I'm to be whipped.

Shh. Not if I can help it.

No. It's what, 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 law.

Oh, and summa cum laude.

That's the law, too, my friend.

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, we'd pro quo of illegal loophole.

How way would you? Or have you whipped, too?

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.

You're looking like it.

Away with you both.

Otherwise, my friend.

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

I will.

Hey, hey, the 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, date Theresa.

Oh, that is 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 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.

Understand me?

If you know who I am, I want to try and find the real prince.

Why?

That's the royal carriage.

So, where would you go?

I'm going on private business to awful court.

It doesn't matter where I'm going.

Your highness, I'm in a compromised position.

Lord Hartford has especially forbidden that you were.

I'm not a good lawyer.

I'm not a good lawyer.

I'm not a good lawyer.

I'm not a good lawyer.

He has especially forbidden that you were.

Perhaps in the morning you might arrange it with him.

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

Would you not?

I would rather have a favor than my love plan.

I wouldn't ever go the world.

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

then my poor wife will be my fashion.

So it's mud you want, isn't it?

All right?

That's mud.

It's mud you'll get.

No!

So, tell me now,

you promised to Sarah.

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

Without...

You are pertinent.

Without a ring on my finger.

I did it today, isn't it?

You're 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.

There's more Highness than the Prince of Wales.

Leave us.

Come on.

Sit.

You're Majesty.

Who do I have a song?

I remember.

The song I used to sing it.

You're Majesty.

I have a confession to make.

Before this mess,

this terrible mess gets any worse.

You have a confession.

For my son.

It is I who have a confession.

My heart's high,

and tenderly come to aim.

When it can't find full of fill,

I've forgotten my own verse.

You Majesty, let me speak.

I'm tired.

Sir, I know I swore that I would never deny that I was your son,

and I know I saw that I would stand up to Lord Hartford.

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

I can't be King.

I'm Tom Canty.

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.

Help.

Help.

The king is dead.

Help.

The ones who are sure to live in this world are here to go to all of this.

All of their borders.

Majesty, the Lord protect her respectfully requests a meeting in his offices.

Make way for the king.

A dream.

There you are!

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...

I'll see they were 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.

Is ruling the country a game to you?

You may go.

Your Majesty.

First the Abbey.

Now this.

This is Hendon Hall.

Not the Hendon Hall I left behind.

Hello?

This is so useful for me.

Wait for me.

Here.

Come on.

How did you get a single name?

I'm...

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 word to the monastery to stay that the time was not right to return.

Where is it?

No.

When?

Five years six.

That makes no sense.

Only last year he said word to s...

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 your brother?

What poisoned you?

What poisoned you?

What poisoned you?

What poisoned you?

What poisoned you?

Tragic.

Thankfully she found a shoulder to lean on.

What poisoned me?

What poisoned me?

What poisoned you?

When it fell to me from you.

Joy then contempt.

That's not true.

He loved you.

No.

Everything you disbarbed a light in his eyes.

Every story you told.

Every witless soul.

He knew they were witless.

Yes, and he still loved them.

You were ugly and stupid.

And Christmas.

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?

The restless man.

And the boy.

The recipe.

This is the villain.

Sir Hugh.

Are you hurt?

Sir Hugh.

I am the eldest son.

The estate the title passes to me.

I demand justice.

I'll give you justice.

Breaking and entering.

Grevious bodily harm.

Attempted murder.

Take them away.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Tom.

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 him before.

I'm just in need of him.

I'm just in need of him.

I'm just in need of him.

I'm just in need of him.

Tom.

Tom.

Tom.

It's my new desk.

Lord Hartford.

Yes.

My lord.

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

You see, in the deans, they see what's down there.

For instance, I don't know.

No.

This is one particular.

Your Majesty?

No.

I won't sign it.

But, uh, uh, your Majesty.

You want taxes?

The people have nothing left to tax.

Leave us.

I'll try to hold on.

No.

Remain.

Majesty.

Majesty.

Majesty, these taxes are necessary.

It has been agreed.

Not with me.

What are they for?

Therefore, uh, they're all caught.

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

The new 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, dear, huh?

Yeah.

I'm so gonna tell you how the gratt is to his phenomenal battery.

If he is going to second.

You there?

Next.

Me?

No, thank you.

Step forward.

Your lord has forsaken me.

You cannot help me.

Let me try.

Miles, it is me.

God bless you, my child.

Father Abbott.

Shh.

Frier, Matthew, now.

These are dark days for Mumma Kund 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?

Well, boy.

Oh, no, 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 toy.

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.

Comfortable now, Majesty.

Out, please.

Now.

Out.

Oh.

So.

Everything ready?

Hoorper 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 bit?

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.

I'm glad they freed Jane.

Aren't you?

She'd soft enough.

Did you see her face?

What?

Freed?

What is this spectacle?

That'll be my father.

You're over.

I'm not sure.

What is this spectacle?

I'm a father.

You're a good Jane Hamilton.

Jane.

I was actually in the store in certain moments,

but the sins of the bodies shall be placed in a fight.

Why?

It was of the Baptist faith.

You were not the prince.

Come away.

The laws that have to son at 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 who's out?

No more.

It's not the time of the 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 learnt, here and elsewhere.

Might fall on deaf ears.

It will not.

Dead ears more like?

What do you mean?

Least Hariades?

Had?

Good King Hari's dead mate.

After that, we have a boy King next.

Edward.

Grounding him any minute.

The King is dead.

The King is dead.

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

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

You never give up, do 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 am the master tongue.

You two!

No beasts, not men.

See the poor arrow there, see the poor arrow.

Leave him alone.

Are we to burn too?

Hari, here it is.

You must make case for France.

This letter will show you safe passage.

No, I must go to London, forthwith.

I must speak with Sarah.

If she has betrayed me...

She has betrayed you.

But unwitting me.

She would make her moments.

Sarah.

Oh, my love, I beg you forgive me.

I never stopped loving you.

Even when I thought you were dead.

Where are you?

Happy birthday, my darling.

So now, do quickly, for your brother discovers his wife and his best horse's absence.

Blom, happy lives.

You taking the boy?

On one condition.

No more on the Duke of Norfolk, not.

Promise?

I now promise never to lose my temper again.

That I cannot do.

I am the King of England.

I am sorry.

That little take.

The two pins, I go after him and 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.

Well, 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 a day you can't 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 magice to you.

Excellent.

Oh, that's the king!

Oh, that's the king!

Oh, that's the king!

Oh, that's the king!

Come on, it's the queen!

Hey!

Go!

Get the fish off!

Hey! Hey! Go, Tom! Hey! Go! Go! Go!

Gotcha, Brad. And this time I ain't taking any chances.

No! No!

Get off him!

Hey, the Ang Progressive!

Oh! Whoa! Ah!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Come on, Kati!

Get him off me!

Oh!

You're a freak.

You're wanting for questioning.

Where's the boy?

Holy Father, we're 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 the come of you?

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

This is a storm!

Oh!

Oh!

This is a storm!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

You'll do the right thing, won't you boy, for your family's sick.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Hey!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Hey!

Oh!

Hey!

Oh!

Oh!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

No!

You need help!

The wearing of the crime has signed and symbol of his great majesty.

No.

I can't do this...

Oh!

I'm not a deuter.

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 crime has signed and symbol of his cape.

What are you doing?

Stop!

He is not the king.

What is this impotence?

I am Edward Tudor.

Arrest him further, Bond.

Do not slay a finger on him.

He is the true king.

Archbishop, we must proceed.

He knows I'm not the real king.

That's why he wants to see me ground, 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!

Pity!

I was growing quite fond of you.

God saved the king!

Your majesty.

Give me Tom.

Being gone longer than expected.

There's nothing to forgive.

Of course.

You're right.

You're right.

John Canty.

Your henceforth exiled from England.

Never to return.

You may thank your son for your life.

You're fine.

Yes.

Yes.

You're fine.

Yes.

Hugh Hendon.

You too shall be exiled.

Your marriage was a contract built on license and deceit and shall be annulled.

Yes.

Sarah.

You are free to marry him so ever you may choose.

Moles 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 Hammond D'Chorizo.

His majesty, King Edward, begs forgiveness for taking longer than anticipated.

To repay his debt to him.

Give up.

And this is interest.

Repressage the ladies' ships.

Let him count you.

Let him count you.

Count you.

Count him.

Count him.

Count him.

Count him.

Count him.

The mother of county.

His pinks are hereby presented by his royal Highness in a gaffy-tongue.

So is it!

On your knees, then you'll hunt up and beg for the rest.

Never you scoundrel.

I'll go out.

One moment, it's...

I'll get it.

Oh, it's...

Oh...

Look!

Look!

Look!

Look!

Look!

Look!

Look!

Look!