The White Princess (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Traitors - full transcript
Maggie: Previously
on "The While Princess"...
This one looks
most like Teddy.
Now tell me your name.
Teddy.
lam the rightful King of England.
Henry:
His name is Lambert Simnel.
Routing his army has caused
grave injury to my uncle.
It is a shame you didn't marry Jasper.
Jasper is the man you love.
Might we not cherish
something for ourselves?
I have found
a wife for you.
Kate Woodville.
The Dowager Queen's sister.
Elizabeth: "When you were first
with child, with Arthur,
I knew then
that he'd never be the king."
Cecily:
What does she say?
She says he will not he king.
She is wishing him to die.
They killed
one of the brothers.
Richard escaped,
now we don't know where he is.
Duchess Cecily:
We have a guest.
Is it really you?
Our lost York Prince.
(laughing)
(theme music playing)
Duchess of Burgundy:
"My dear Elizabeth.
I write with news
of our success,
both here in Burgundy
and beyond.
I have received word
from the Doge of Venice,
who will publicly declare his support
for your son, Prince Richard.
All over Christendom,
people sing songs of his return.
Of a handsome York prince
with golden hair.
Our friends in Europe
are many.
For seven years they have written
to tell me of their love for Richard.
Your son's cause
grows stronger every day.
Soon he will be ready
to come against Henry.
He will be restored
and take his rightful position
as King of England."
(indistinct chattering)
(footsteps approaching)
Another letter
for the Dowager York Queen Elizabeth.
I almost forgot
to invite the King.
(scattered chatter)
(scoffs)
What is it?
The Duchess writes on behalf
of so-called "Prince Richard."
Inviting the Queen and I
to be her guests at court.
- She is shameless.
- You must refuse.
Henry:
Must I?
And here I was thinking
what a pleasant trip it might be.
Prince Richard?
The whole world knows
he died in the Tower years ago.
The Duchess
is either mad or a fool.
She's neither.
Of course she knows
the boy is an imposter.
Like the last.
What does it matter if she is able
to convince people otherwise?
The people of England
support you.
- (sighs)
- Do not doubt that.
(clears throat)
There are rumors,
Your Grace, of...
nobles in the southern counties
planning to flee to Burgundy.
We shall close the ports.
(Sir William scoffs)
And stop all trade,
all legitimate travel
because of a rumor?
England would be
up in arms.
I agree.
It is too drastic. The world
would think I acted out of fear.
How will you respond?
(laughing)
(child squealing)
Ah!
A letter has just
arrived from the King.
- We are summoned to court.
- For what reason?
Richard Pole:
It doesn't say.
What do you think
it could be?
(exclaims)
I couldn't begin to guess.
But we must
leave right away.
Mus! I go?
Maggie.
We are the King's loyal servants.
Of course.
It's just so peaceful here.
Hey. It's a trip
to court for us, young man.
At least it means
we can visit Teddy.
Right then, young man.
Race me to the house.
(laughing)
Richard Pole:
Here, Teddy.
Books, ink,
and parchment.
And best of all,
cheese from our own cows.
Maggie:
Teddy? Teddy.
Little Henry needs a cuddle
from his uncle.
You shouldn't have
called him Henry.
(whimpers)
The Duchess of Burgundy has invited me
to be a guest at her court.
I have decided that
I shall send you in my stead.
Richard Pole: Of course, Your Grace.
I would be honored to do-
No. I meant your wife,
My Lady Pole.
Me, Your Grace?
Henry:
The two of you together.
But, Your Grace,
I've never met my cousin Richard.
Surely you would recognize
your own kin, would you not?
Who better to expose
this boy as a pretender
than his own cousin?
Henry:
How do you respond, My Lady?
(children laughing)
The princes and princess
have missed their cousin.
As I have missed mine.
All is well in Wales?
A Tudor husband
is not so horrible after all.
I do not think of us
as York or Tudor.
We are a family.
A happy one.
Or would be, if my brother
could be with us.
(chuckles)
And you? Here with the King?
Every day he puts
a fresh red rose
and white rose
into the Queen's rooms for me.
Much has changed
between us.
Ours too is now
a happy union.
Please don't be nervous, Maggie.
The Duchess
may he persuasive to some,
but she has proved
she will stop at nothing
to bring an imposter
against my husband.
I am pleased the King
has so much faith in me.
If you have any doubts,
you must raise them only lo me.
Do you think
it could be him?
Your brother?
My mother has clearly
told the Duchess of Richard's escape.
Make no mistake,
she is the architect of all of this,
It is just another urchin
our aunt has plucked from the street
and dressed up as a prince.
Richard was my brother.
And I miss him every day.
Bu! that boy is not him.
And Henry must never know
of Richard's escape.
For his sake and for ours.
I will do my duty
to the King.
Good.
Come.
(children laughing)
We will be back
before you know it.
You will be safe
here at the palace.
He will be well.
You mustn't worry.
(grunts)
God speed.
Are you certain
you can trust Lady Pole?
These women are Yorks, Henry.
Never forget that.
Her son is here
at Westminster.
And her brother
in the Tower.
We can trust her.
The King has spoken.
Margaret:
Your brother was rude to me today.
You hear me?
I don't appreciate
his tone.
Don't be so sensitive,
Margaret.
Margaret:
I will not have him jibe at me.
Take him in hand.
I will not lecture
the man whose army
secured the Battle of Bosworth
for Henry on decorum.
You would have me believe that
that was an act of selflessness?
L! would be the Stanleys'
first and last.
I suppose we should look to you
as our model for that particular virtue?
I am selfless.
My only interest
is the will of God.
How fortunate his will
is so often in tune with yours.
What do you mean?
His will to place you here as mother
of the King knows no bounds.
He ordered the murder of two small boys
in your cause, did he not?
- Lizzie.
- Lady Mother.
Have I not been a loving
and dutiful daughter to you?
You have.
Have I not visited and cared for you
these past years?
Forgiven you for the lies
that you have told me?
It seems something
upsets you.
Of what
am I accused now?
You must put
a stop to this.
You think I do not know
that you are plotting with the Duchess?
Believe me.
Your aunt
needs no help.
(sighing)
I do not want
to read this.
News of your brother's health
and success do not please you?
(coughing)
(breathing deeply)
This boy...
is every bit as fraudulent
as the last one
my aunt sent to claim the throne.
This boy is Richard.
You cannot know that.
He is your brother
and the rightful King of England.
You put me
on the throne with Henry.
You made me
a Tudor Queen.
I made you a York Queen.
And now you would
just take that from me?
Is the truth you have always
loved my brother more than me?
Oh, Lizzie.
I have loved you
with all my heart
for all of your life.
No one is closer.
(coughing)
(exhales)
I am old.
(sniffles)
I am fading.
I should be with my eldest girl
as I live out my days.
Your sisters have all gone off
to their own husbands and families.
I should be with you.
But Henry would never allow that.
I love you, Lizzie.
Henry will do anything
I ask of him.
He loves me, Mother.
And I love him.
(water running)
Your Grace.
It is my hope that your closeness
to your daughter
will speed
your return to health.
Thank you
for your kindness.
I will visit you later.
(coughing)
Your Grace.
We intercepted these
at Greenwich.
Signed and sealed
by English Lords.
Addressed
to the Duchess of Burgundy
pledging their support
for the so-called "York boy."
Well?
My men will make arrests.
We should have
acted sooner.
A handful of traitors
does not make a rebellion.
Not yet.
The letters.
How do they name me?
Go on.
- Your Grace--
- Go on.
Henry the Pretender,
Your Grace.
And him?
Prince Richard,
Duke of York.
Our son Prince Harry
is the Duke of York.
Ennoble him.
Give people
their rightful Duke.
Let us celebrate
our strength.
The Queen is right.
We will make
Prince Harry a Duke,
and when Lady Pole
returns from Burgundy,
she will denounce
the boy publicly.
Very well.
Make plans.
Do not arrest
the traitors yet, I have...
a different thought
of how to deal with it.
(horses snorting)
Duchess.
Aunt.
Lady Grandmother.
(inhales, exhales)
Such a pity the King and Queen
could not join us.
But it is a pleasure to welcome
my niece and her husband to court.
We thank you
for your hospitality, My Lady.
Prince Richard is very much
looking forward to seeing his cousin.
I understand you will
miss the young Duke's ennobling.
Such a strange event
given that the title is already taken.
Forgive me.
I merely tease.
It's been a long journey.
Let's allow our guests
to settle into their rooms.
Of course.
And later
you will meet the Prince.
Lady Grandmother, perhaps
you might show me the grounds first?
It is a pleasure
to have you here, Maggie.
I did not think
to see you in Burgundy.
No, nor would I be,
but the King requested it.
Well, tell me about your own family.
Your son?
- Little Henry.
- Mm-hmm?
- He is five.
- Oh!
A precious age.
Hold him close.
I would so love for you to meet him,
Lady Grandmother.
Well, I will not return to England.
Not while Henry Tudor's
on the throne.
But, if your aunt
has her way
we will all be
restored by Richard.
You are convinced
it is him, then?
And you are here to prove
he is another imposter, of course?
Another peasant
picked from the fields?
- Hmm?
- Duchess: Cathy!
It makes me joyful every day
to see you in my gardens.
- It is my joy.
- Who's that?
Lady Cathy Gordon.
Cousin to King James
of Scotland.
A little older
than the Prince...
but, as I said,
your aunt is never at a loss
for schemes to occupy her.
(indistinct chatter)
My Lady Margaret.
I should have guessed that your idea
would be the same as mine.
To make all this...
perfect for our boy.
Our beloved Harry.
You have been a grandfather to him
in every way that matters.
And father to my son.
(exhales)
You have given
so much for him.
I regret no injury sustained
in the service of my King.
You are happy, Jasper,
aren't you?
Your York wife
makes you glad?
Jasper:
She is kind. And caring.
(cutlery clattering)
She is patient with me.
Then I am glad too,
Jasper.
We will always
both share Henry.
My Lord.
My Lady.
My Lady, the King's Mother.
(exhales)
We shall see you
at the banquet.
Come, Kate.
(sighs)
(tolling)
Prince Henry of England.
I name you...
Duke of York.
(bell tolling)
(laughter)
- (folk music playing)
- (singing in French)
(indistinct chattering)
Woman: Duchess,
you put on quite the spectacle.
(laughter)
Ah, here he comes!
Prince Richard,
Duke of York.
Today we welcome
guests from England.
Sir Richard Pole.
And Margaret Pole,
your cousin.
Welcome, cousin.
Sir Richard.
Come, Maggie.
Come and sit next to your cousin
so you can speak freely.
If it pleases my cousin,
then I can think of nothing
that I would enjoy more.
(bell tolling)
Today, Prince Henry
was ennobled.
(bell tolling)
Henry: Our road to this moment
has not been an easy one.
But we gather today secure.
We have two sons
and our line is strong.
A toast.
To my son.
the Duke of York.
All:
The Duke of York.
Elizabeth: I would also like to propose
a toast to the Duke of York.
My son, Prince Richard,
who is alive
and well in Burgundy...
Henry:
Remove her.
Elizabeth:
...and any noble here who fears God
should follow him instead
of this pretender, Henry Tudor.
To Prince Richard,
the Duke of York,
and rightful
King of England!
You came here
to destroy your own grandson's day.
You are not my mother.
All you have achieved
is the removal of any doubt
that you are mad.
All of England
is now quite sure of it.
The only madness is that your son
remains on the throne.
(breathes deeply)
But the true King
will prevail.
Your sister-in-law,
every bit as mad as you,
harbors another pretender.
We will deal with him
as we did the last.
My son, Richard,
made me a promise
when I sent him away
to safety.
He swore that he would
avenge his brother.
That vengeance
is coming.
And it is you, Margaret,
who shall be dealt with.
(coughing)
God makes you sick
as punishment for your lies.
You will have much
to confess to him.
I do not fear death...
or judgment.
I have done my duty to God,
and he will reunite me
with my Edward.
But there is fear
in your eyes.
What will you say to God
when you see him?
How will you explain
all that blood on your hands?
Take her to the abbey and put her
somewhere she cannot write.
Richard: I am so pleased
you could join us, Cousin.
- (music playing)
- (guests laughing)
Um...
(chuckles)
perhaps you can recall our times
together as children?
My apologies,
but though we are cousins,
I'm afraid
we've never met before.
Our mothers were not exactly friends
and our fathers...
well...
They were not
always brotherly.
L meant...
we spent our childhood
amongst the same people.
We will have
stories in common.
Of course.
Tell us a story
of the Prince, Maggie.
(chuckles)
Uh...
I did hear of...
um, 0009,
you and your
brother Edward
caught a fox
in the grounds...
- (chuckles)
- ...and sneaked it into the nursery.
(all laughing)
- Oh, yes that's right. I had forgotten.
- (laughing)
I remember
being terrified of the beast,
but I was desperate
to impress my brother.
Edward didn't care,
he carried it under his coat
and snuck it
past our maid.
L-- I forget the maid.
What was her name?
Mary.
For me she was not
so easy to forget.
She was
particularly fair.
(laughter)
Christmas was my
favorite time to visit.
We used to gather
around, sing.
Oh, on one occasion
even the servants joined in.
An evening I recall well.
Forgive me, My Lord, but you agreed
that we have never met.
I was watching
from the balcony.
I was rather a shy child and it
became my favorite place to hide.
I could watch everything that went on
without having to involve myself.
It was the first Christmas
after your father died.
Everyone was trying
to make it as happy
as it could be
for you and your brother.
You were so brave.
From my hiding place,
I watched when you and Teddy
thought you were alone.
You held him as he wept and told him
everything would be well.
That is no! my memory.
I know what
you will say to Henry.
So play your charade
for now if you must.
But when Prince Richard
rises against him,
I will call on both you
and your conscience to join us.
Richard has been exiled.
And England is in darkness.
There is much still to be done.
Let no one be in doubt
about the task that lies ahead of us.
But here today, at last,
we have much lo celebrate.
My beloved Richard and Cathy Gordon
are to be married!
(applause)
(indistinct chatter)
I suppose we should have
guessed she would have
something like this
up her sleeve.
Let's hope King James
is better than his cousin, Lady Gordon,
at spotting
a peasant in silk.
Excuse me.
Goodnight, my loves.
Remember to say your prayers.
I will.
For you and Father.
And My Lady,
the King's Mother.
Your grandmother
will be pleased.
I will pray
for your mother loo.
- Is she unwell?
- She is mad.
I heard Lord Strange say so.
I never want to hear you say that again.
Do you understand?
Time for bed, now.
Is she unwell, mother?
She is.
Sleep well,
my sweet boy.
Lies are all my mother has, Henry.
No one
will believe her.
England loves you.
We have had seven years of peace.
And you?
Do you love me?
(exhales)
You are God's King.
You are England's King.
And you are my King.
I will sleep alone tonight.
(exhaling)
(gasps)
Leave me.
(panting)
A blessed end
to us bequeath.
Into Thine hands
our souls receive.
(breathing deeply)
(door opening)
(door closing)
(Jasper coughing)
- Margaret?
- (exhales)
What is wrong?
L-- I couldn't sleep.
Something is wrong.
Tell me.
Perhaps I can
share your burden.
Is it Henry?
Is it Elizabeth?
What has she said to you?
She is deranged.
- You said so yourself.
- One of them got away.
What?
The princes.
One of them got away.
"Got away?"
Elizabeth told my physician,
Doctor Lewis, years ago.
She said,
"If you had two precious jewels,
would you put (hem
in the same box?"
Don't you see?
She swapped one of the princes.
What she said is true.
"Got away?"
From what?
Margaret?
From who?
From a murderer?
It is not murder
if it is God's will.
- It was you! You killed them.
- No, I...
- I did not!
- You ordered it.
I cannot know for certain
if it was carried out.
They were Yorks.
They were children.
(exhales)
It was God's will.
God's will?
(trembling)
There is no divinity in this.
Will you tell him?
(exhales)
I must think.
Jasper...
he would not understand.
You know he could
never forgive you.
Even now
you think only of yourself.
No, Jasper,
how can you say that of me?
To know this
would destroy Henry.
It would ruin our boy.
If Henry is to be ruined...
it'll be by your actions,
not my telling of them.
(folk music playing)
(indistinct chattering)
You see?
She cannot catch him out.
She cannot deny
that Richard is her cousin.
And if he is,
what happens to him next?
He takes back
the throne of England.
Or?
Are you suggesting
that we leave Henry Tudor be?
That we allow him to rule
while Richard is denied his birthright?
I am fighting hard to win him allies,
but we are just beginning.
Or, he dies.
This is not (he beginning
of anything.
It's (he continuation
of a conflict
that has claimed
all of my sons.
(indistinct chatter)
Lady Grandmother.
Has the party ended?
No.
Your aunt will revel
in her success until dawn.
(sobbing)
Oh, Maggie.
Are you ill,
Grandmother?
(sniffing)
No.
Aren't you happy
about the betrothal?
A betrothal
means a marriage,
and this marriage
means war.
He is my grandson.
How can I be happy
about that?
Oh, Maggie.
You were sleeping
when I came to bed.
I didn't want
to wake you.
You stayed up late, then?
Richard Pole:
I received a letter from the King.
So while the Duchess
and her friends enjoyed their revelry,
I made good use of it
and went about the King's business.
We must leave today.
I've written to the King of the boy's
betrothal to the Scottish girl.
But at least we will
bring good news when we return.
What is it, Maggie?
My grandmother.
She believes the boy is Richard.
You cannot be surprised
that she would say that.
It's not simply
that she says it.
She believes it,
in her heart.
And you?
He knew about Teddy
and me that Christmas.
How would it be
if there had been
someone on the stairs
who saw you, and they had told him?
Would that not enable him
to repeat the story
as though
he himself had seen it?
And if your father
had just died,
surely one could guess
that you would weep at Christmas.
He is an imposter.
A clever one, I do not deny that.
Maggie.
I know that there is
a part of your heart
that would want
your cousin to have lived.
But you must think
about the implications.
This boy is an imposter.
I must make plans
for our return.
(sighs)
- Why is Jasper absent?
- He is unwell.
We are told
we must not worry.
The Duchess
has revealed her plans.
She hopes to win
the Scottish army to his cause.
There is no certainty of that,
or even any great likelihood.
If Cathy Gordon was the highest born
bride that she could buy for him,
then Europe is little more convinced
of his identity than we are.
Sir Thomas:
The girl is just a minor noble.
If his claim is believed,
you'd expect
he'd win at least a French princess,
if not a Spanish one.
And Scotland
is too poor to start a war.
The Duchess
may just be taunting you.
I will discuss it with my uncle
when he is recovered.
(indistinct chatter)
All you must do
is confirm that the boy is a fraud.
We are safe, Maggie.
I promise you.
Sir Richard, Lady Margaret Pole.
We welcome your return.
Your Grace, our mission
to Burgundy has proven fruitful.
You questioned the boy
as I asked, My Lady?
Yes, Your Grace.
And?
Did you recognize him
as your blood?
Is he Richard of York?
He is not a man
whom I have ever seen before.
He is an imposter then?
Not your cousin?
Not Prince Richard?
No, Your Grace.
- Is this the evidence?
- Yes, Your Grace.
Sir Pole...
brought home the wax seals
of every traitor who has written
to the Duchess
pledging fealty to the boy.
Proof of treachery
from their own hands.
Sir Boswell.
- Margaret: Traitor.
- Take him.
(sighs)
Lord Smithson.
(indistinct mumbling)
Dorley.
Elizabeth,
Dowager Queen.
- Sir William Stanley.
- (all gasp)
No.
It's a lie.
Surely, brother?
I am loyal...
to the rightful king!
- Richard of York!
- (scattered chatter)
Lizzie:
What will you do with her?
Your mother's treachery
is old news.
And God will take her soon
enough without my help.
A-and William Stanley?
And the others?
You know what I must do.
And you must do it.
If they have lied to you.
Your Grace?
Your uncle wishes to speak with you.
Henry:
He is recovered?
No your Grace,
but he is very--
The King has pressing matters
to concern himself with.
I will see to his uncle.
Tell him I will
see him presently.
(breathing deeply)
Jasper.
Leave me, Margaret.
I would speak
only with Henry.
What is it that
you wish to tell him?
That is between me
and my King.
You will destroy him,
Jasper.
You will destroy everything
we have worked for.
(wheezing)
UM ON!
(winces)
We have offended God.
Did you not love
me once, Jasper?
- I have never loved anyone else.
- Oh!
But this?
Did I love you...
without ever knowing...
who you truly were?
Henry needs to know...
what is done in his name.
Or he will
execute traitors...
(breathing quickly)
...while...
the greatest of all
remains at his side.
(panting)
Poor, poor Jasper.
I have loved only you...
and yet I have
caused you such pain.
(muffled shouts)
Help me, Lord, please.
Help me.
God!
God would not
want you to suffer.
God, help me.
- (groaning continues)
- Help me. Help me.
(breathing heavily)
(sobbing)
(inaudible conversation)
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This one looks
most like Teddy.
Now tell me your name.
Teddy.
lam the rightful King of England.
Henry:
His name is Lambert Simnel.
Routing his army has caused
grave injury to my uncle.
It is a shame you didn't marry Jasper.
Jasper is the man you love.
Might we not cherish
something for ourselves?
I have found
a wife for you.
Kate Woodville.
The Dowager Queen's sister.
Elizabeth: "When you were first
with child, with Arthur,
I knew then
that he'd never be the king."
Cecily:
What does she say?
She says he will not he king.
She is wishing him to die.
They killed
one of the brothers.
Richard escaped,
now we don't know where he is.
Duchess Cecily:
We have a guest.
Is it really you?
Our lost York Prince.
(laughing)
(theme music playing)
Duchess of Burgundy:
"My dear Elizabeth.
I write with news
of our success,
both here in Burgundy
and beyond.
I have received word
from the Doge of Venice,
who will publicly declare his support
for your son, Prince Richard.
All over Christendom,
people sing songs of his return.
Of a handsome York prince
with golden hair.
Our friends in Europe
are many.
For seven years they have written
to tell me of their love for Richard.
Your son's cause
grows stronger every day.
Soon he will be ready
to come against Henry.
He will be restored
and take his rightful position
as King of England."
(indistinct chattering)
(footsteps approaching)
Another letter
for the Dowager York Queen Elizabeth.
I almost forgot
to invite the King.
(scattered chatter)
(scoffs)
What is it?
The Duchess writes on behalf
of so-called "Prince Richard."
Inviting the Queen and I
to be her guests at court.
- She is shameless.
- You must refuse.
Henry:
Must I?
And here I was thinking
what a pleasant trip it might be.
Prince Richard?
The whole world knows
he died in the Tower years ago.
The Duchess
is either mad or a fool.
She's neither.
Of course she knows
the boy is an imposter.
Like the last.
What does it matter if she is able
to convince people otherwise?
The people of England
support you.
- (sighs)
- Do not doubt that.
(clears throat)
There are rumors,
Your Grace, of...
nobles in the southern counties
planning to flee to Burgundy.
We shall close the ports.
(Sir William scoffs)
And stop all trade,
all legitimate travel
because of a rumor?
England would be
up in arms.
I agree.
It is too drastic. The world
would think I acted out of fear.
How will you respond?
(laughing)
(child squealing)
Ah!
A letter has just
arrived from the King.
- We are summoned to court.
- For what reason?
Richard Pole:
It doesn't say.
What do you think
it could be?
(exclaims)
I couldn't begin to guess.
But we must
leave right away.
Mus! I go?
Maggie.
We are the King's loyal servants.
Of course.
It's just so peaceful here.
Hey. It's a trip
to court for us, young man.
At least it means
we can visit Teddy.
Right then, young man.
Race me to the house.
(laughing)
Richard Pole:
Here, Teddy.
Books, ink,
and parchment.
And best of all,
cheese from our own cows.
Maggie:
Teddy? Teddy.
Little Henry needs a cuddle
from his uncle.
You shouldn't have
called him Henry.
(whimpers)
The Duchess of Burgundy has invited me
to be a guest at her court.
I have decided that
I shall send you in my stead.
Richard Pole: Of course, Your Grace.
I would be honored to do-
No. I meant your wife,
My Lady Pole.
Me, Your Grace?
Henry:
The two of you together.
But, Your Grace,
I've never met my cousin Richard.
Surely you would recognize
your own kin, would you not?
Who better to expose
this boy as a pretender
than his own cousin?
Henry:
How do you respond, My Lady?
(children laughing)
The princes and princess
have missed their cousin.
As I have missed mine.
All is well in Wales?
A Tudor husband
is not so horrible after all.
I do not think of us
as York or Tudor.
We are a family.
A happy one.
Or would be, if my brother
could be with us.
(chuckles)
And you? Here with the King?
Every day he puts
a fresh red rose
and white rose
into the Queen's rooms for me.
Much has changed
between us.
Ours too is now
a happy union.
Please don't be nervous, Maggie.
The Duchess
may he persuasive to some,
but she has proved
she will stop at nothing
to bring an imposter
against my husband.
I am pleased the King
has so much faith in me.
If you have any doubts,
you must raise them only lo me.
Do you think
it could be him?
Your brother?
My mother has clearly
told the Duchess of Richard's escape.
Make no mistake,
she is the architect of all of this,
It is just another urchin
our aunt has plucked from the street
and dressed up as a prince.
Richard was my brother.
And I miss him every day.
Bu! that boy is not him.
And Henry must never know
of Richard's escape.
For his sake and for ours.
I will do my duty
to the King.
Good.
Come.
(children laughing)
We will be back
before you know it.
You will be safe
here at the palace.
He will be well.
You mustn't worry.
(grunts)
God speed.
Are you certain
you can trust Lady Pole?
These women are Yorks, Henry.
Never forget that.
Her son is here
at Westminster.
And her brother
in the Tower.
We can trust her.
The King has spoken.
Margaret:
Your brother was rude to me today.
You hear me?
I don't appreciate
his tone.
Don't be so sensitive,
Margaret.
Margaret:
I will not have him jibe at me.
Take him in hand.
I will not lecture
the man whose army
secured the Battle of Bosworth
for Henry on decorum.
You would have me believe that
that was an act of selflessness?
L! would be the Stanleys'
first and last.
I suppose we should look to you
as our model for that particular virtue?
I am selfless.
My only interest
is the will of God.
How fortunate his will
is so often in tune with yours.
What do you mean?
His will to place you here as mother
of the King knows no bounds.
He ordered the murder of two small boys
in your cause, did he not?
- Lizzie.
- Lady Mother.
Have I not been a loving
and dutiful daughter to you?
You have.
Have I not visited and cared for you
these past years?
Forgiven you for the lies
that you have told me?
It seems something
upsets you.
Of what
am I accused now?
You must put
a stop to this.
You think I do not know
that you are plotting with the Duchess?
Believe me.
Your aunt
needs no help.
(sighing)
I do not want
to read this.
News of your brother's health
and success do not please you?
(coughing)
(breathing deeply)
This boy...
is every bit as fraudulent
as the last one
my aunt sent to claim the throne.
This boy is Richard.
You cannot know that.
He is your brother
and the rightful King of England.
You put me
on the throne with Henry.
You made me
a Tudor Queen.
I made you a York Queen.
And now you would
just take that from me?
Is the truth you have always
loved my brother more than me?
Oh, Lizzie.
I have loved you
with all my heart
for all of your life.
No one is closer.
(coughing)
(exhales)
I am old.
(sniffles)
I am fading.
I should be with my eldest girl
as I live out my days.
Your sisters have all gone off
to their own husbands and families.
I should be with you.
But Henry would never allow that.
I love you, Lizzie.
Henry will do anything
I ask of him.
He loves me, Mother.
And I love him.
(water running)
Your Grace.
It is my hope that your closeness
to your daughter
will speed
your return to health.
Thank you
for your kindness.
I will visit you later.
(coughing)
Your Grace.
We intercepted these
at Greenwich.
Signed and sealed
by English Lords.
Addressed
to the Duchess of Burgundy
pledging their support
for the so-called "York boy."
Well?
My men will make arrests.
We should have
acted sooner.
A handful of traitors
does not make a rebellion.
Not yet.
The letters.
How do they name me?
Go on.
- Your Grace--
- Go on.
Henry the Pretender,
Your Grace.
And him?
Prince Richard,
Duke of York.
Our son Prince Harry
is the Duke of York.
Ennoble him.
Give people
their rightful Duke.
Let us celebrate
our strength.
The Queen is right.
We will make
Prince Harry a Duke,
and when Lady Pole
returns from Burgundy,
she will denounce
the boy publicly.
Very well.
Make plans.
Do not arrest
the traitors yet, I have...
a different thought
of how to deal with it.
(horses snorting)
Duchess.
Aunt.
Lady Grandmother.
(inhales, exhales)
Such a pity the King and Queen
could not join us.
But it is a pleasure to welcome
my niece and her husband to court.
We thank you
for your hospitality, My Lady.
Prince Richard is very much
looking forward to seeing his cousin.
I understand you will
miss the young Duke's ennobling.
Such a strange event
given that the title is already taken.
Forgive me.
I merely tease.
It's been a long journey.
Let's allow our guests
to settle into their rooms.
Of course.
And later
you will meet the Prince.
Lady Grandmother, perhaps
you might show me the grounds first?
It is a pleasure
to have you here, Maggie.
I did not think
to see you in Burgundy.
No, nor would I be,
but the King requested it.
Well, tell me about your own family.
Your son?
- Little Henry.
- Mm-hmm?
- He is five.
- Oh!
A precious age.
Hold him close.
I would so love for you to meet him,
Lady Grandmother.
Well, I will not return to England.
Not while Henry Tudor's
on the throne.
But, if your aunt
has her way
we will all be
restored by Richard.
You are convinced
it is him, then?
And you are here to prove
he is another imposter, of course?
Another peasant
picked from the fields?
- Hmm?
- Duchess: Cathy!
It makes me joyful every day
to see you in my gardens.
- It is my joy.
- Who's that?
Lady Cathy Gordon.
Cousin to King James
of Scotland.
A little older
than the Prince...
but, as I said,
your aunt is never at a loss
for schemes to occupy her.
(indistinct chatter)
My Lady Margaret.
I should have guessed that your idea
would be the same as mine.
To make all this...
perfect for our boy.
Our beloved Harry.
You have been a grandfather to him
in every way that matters.
And father to my son.
(exhales)
You have given
so much for him.
I regret no injury sustained
in the service of my King.
You are happy, Jasper,
aren't you?
Your York wife
makes you glad?
Jasper:
She is kind. And caring.
(cutlery clattering)
She is patient with me.
Then I am glad too,
Jasper.
We will always
both share Henry.
My Lord.
My Lady.
My Lady, the King's Mother.
(exhales)
We shall see you
at the banquet.
Come, Kate.
(sighs)
(tolling)
Prince Henry of England.
I name you...
Duke of York.
(bell tolling)
(laughter)
- (folk music playing)
- (singing in French)
(indistinct chattering)
Woman: Duchess,
you put on quite the spectacle.
(laughter)
Ah, here he comes!
Prince Richard,
Duke of York.
Today we welcome
guests from England.
Sir Richard Pole.
And Margaret Pole,
your cousin.
Welcome, cousin.
Sir Richard.
Come, Maggie.
Come and sit next to your cousin
so you can speak freely.
If it pleases my cousin,
then I can think of nothing
that I would enjoy more.
(bell tolling)
Today, Prince Henry
was ennobled.
(bell tolling)
Henry: Our road to this moment
has not been an easy one.
But we gather today secure.
We have two sons
and our line is strong.
A toast.
To my son.
the Duke of York.
All:
The Duke of York.
Elizabeth: I would also like to propose
a toast to the Duke of York.
My son, Prince Richard,
who is alive
and well in Burgundy...
Henry:
Remove her.
Elizabeth:
...and any noble here who fears God
should follow him instead
of this pretender, Henry Tudor.
To Prince Richard,
the Duke of York,
and rightful
King of England!
You came here
to destroy your own grandson's day.
You are not my mother.
All you have achieved
is the removal of any doubt
that you are mad.
All of England
is now quite sure of it.
The only madness is that your son
remains on the throne.
(breathes deeply)
But the true King
will prevail.
Your sister-in-law,
every bit as mad as you,
harbors another pretender.
We will deal with him
as we did the last.
My son, Richard,
made me a promise
when I sent him away
to safety.
He swore that he would
avenge his brother.
That vengeance
is coming.
And it is you, Margaret,
who shall be dealt with.
(coughing)
God makes you sick
as punishment for your lies.
You will have much
to confess to him.
I do not fear death...
or judgment.
I have done my duty to God,
and he will reunite me
with my Edward.
But there is fear
in your eyes.
What will you say to God
when you see him?
How will you explain
all that blood on your hands?
Take her to the abbey and put her
somewhere she cannot write.
Richard: I am so pleased
you could join us, Cousin.
- (music playing)
- (guests laughing)
Um...
(chuckles)
perhaps you can recall our times
together as children?
My apologies,
but though we are cousins,
I'm afraid
we've never met before.
Our mothers were not exactly friends
and our fathers...
well...
They were not
always brotherly.
L meant...
we spent our childhood
amongst the same people.
We will have
stories in common.
Of course.
Tell us a story
of the Prince, Maggie.
(chuckles)
Uh...
I did hear of...
um, 0009,
you and your
brother Edward
caught a fox
in the grounds...
- (chuckles)
- ...and sneaked it into the nursery.
(all laughing)
- Oh, yes that's right. I had forgotten.
- (laughing)
I remember
being terrified of the beast,
but I was desperate
to impress my brother.
Edward didn't care,
he carried it under his coat
and snuck it
past our maid.
L-- I forget the maid.
What was her name?
Mary.
For me she was not
so easy to forget.
She was
particularly fair.
(laughter)
Christmas was my
favorite time to visit.
We used to gather
around, sing.
Oh, on one occasion
even the servants joined in.
An evening I recall well.
Forgive me, My Lord, but you agreed
that we have never met.
I was watching
from the balcony.
I was rather a shy child and it
became my favorite place to hide.
I could watch everything that went on
without having to involve myself.
It was the first Christmas
after your father died.
Everyone was trying
to make it as happy
as it could be
for you and your brother.
You were so brave.
From my hiding place,
I watched when you and Teddy
thought you were alone.
You held him as he wept and told him
everything would be well.
That is no! my memory.
I know what
you will say to Henry.
So play your charade
for now if you must.
But when Prince Richard
rises against him,
I will call on both you
and your conscience to join us.
Richard has been exiled.
And England is in darkness.
There is much still to be done.
Let no one be in doubt
about the task that lies ahead of us.
But here today, at last,
we have much lo celebrate.
My beloved Richard and Cathy Gordon
are to be married!
(applause)
(indistinct chatter)
I suppose we should have
guessed she would have
something like this
up her sleeve.
Let's hope King James
is better than his cousin, Lady Gordon,
at spotting
a peasant in silk.
Excuse me.
Goodnight, my loves.
Remember to say your prayers.
I will.
For you and Father.
And My Lady,
the King's Mother.
Your grandmother
will be pleased.
I will pray
for your mother loo.
- Is she unwell?
- She is mad.
I heard Lord Strange say so.
I never want to hear you say that again.
Do you understand?
Time for bed, now.
Is she unwell, mother?
She is.
Sleep well,
my sweet boy.
Lies are all my mother has, Henry.
No one
will believe her.
England loves you.
We have had seven years of peace.
And you?
Do you love me?
(exhales)
You are God's King.
You are England's King.
And you are my King.
I will sleep alone tonight.
(exhaling)
(gasps)
Leave me.
(panting)
A blessed end
to us bequeath.
Into Thine hands
our souls receive.
(breathing deeply)
(door opening)
(door closing)
(Jasper coughing)
- Margaret?
- (exhales)
What is wrong?
L-- I couldn't sleep.
Something is wrong.
Tell me.
Perhaps I can
share your burden.
Is it Henry?
Is it Elizabeth?
What has she said to you?
She is deranged.
- You said so yourself.
- One of them got away.
What?
The princes.
One of them got away.
"Got away?"
Elizabeth told my physician,
Doctor Lewis, years ago.
She said,
"If you had two precious jewels,
would you put (hem
in the same box?"
Don't you see?
She swapped one of the princes.
What she said is true.
"Got away?"
From what?
Margaret?
From who?
From a murderer?
It is not murder
if it is God's will.
- It was you! You killed them.
- No, I...
- I did not!
- You ordered it.
I cannot know for certain
if it was carried out.
They were Yorks.
They were children.
(exhales)
It was God's will.
God's will?
(trembling)
There is no divinity in this.
Will you tell him?
(exhales)
I must think.
Jasper...
he would not understand.
You know he could
never forgive you.
Even now
you think only of yourself.
No, Jasper,
how can you say that of me?
To know this
would destroy Henry.
It would ruin our boy.
If Henry is to be ruined...
it'll be by your actions,
not my telling of them.
(folk music playing)
(indistinct chattering)
You see?
She cannot catch him out.
She cannot deny
that Richard is her cousin.
And if he is,
what happens to him next?
He takes back
the throne of England.
Or?
Are you suggesting
that we leave Henry Tudor be?
That we allow him to rule
while Richard is denied his birthright?
I am fighting hard to win him allies,
but we are just beginning.
Or, he dies.
This is not (he beginning
of anything.
It's (he continuation
of a conflict
that has claimed
all of my sons.
(indistinct chatter)
Lady Grandmother.
Has the party ended?
No.
Your aunt will revel
in her success until dawn.
(sobbing)
Oh, Maggie.
Are you ill,
Grandmother?
(sniffing)
No.
Aren't you happy
about the betrothal?
A betrothal
means a marriage,
and this marriage
means war.
He is my grandson.
How can I be happy
about that?
Oh, Maggie.
You were sleeping
when I came to bed.
I didn't want
to wake you.
You stayed up late, then?
Richard Pole:
I received a letter from the King.
So while the Duchess
and her friends enjoyed their revelry,
I made good use of it
and went about the King's business.
We must leave today.
I've written to the King of the boy's
betrothal to the Scottish girl.
But at least we will
bring good news when we return.
What is it, Maggie?
My grandmother.
She believes the boy is Richard.
You cannot be surprised
that she would say that.
It's not simply
that she says it.
She believes it,
in her heart.
And you?
He knew about Teddy
and me that Christmas.
How would it be
if there had been
someone on the stairs
who saw you, and they had told him?
Would that not enable him
to repeat the story
as though
he himself had seen it?
And if your father
had just died,
surely one could guess
that you would weep at Christmas.
He is an imposter.
A clever one, I do not deny that.
Maggie.
I know that there is
a part of your heart
that would want
your cousin to have lived.
But you must think
about the implications.
This boy is an imposter.
I must make plans
for our return.
(sighs)
- Why is Jasper absent?
- He is unwell.
We are told
we must not worry.
The Duchess
has revealed her plans.
She hopes to win
the Scottish army to his cause.
There is no certainty of that,
or even any great likelihood.
If Cathy Gordon was the highest born
bride that she could buy for him,
then Europe is little more convinced
of his identity than we are.
Sir Thomas:
The girl is just a minor noble.
If his claim is believed,
you'd expect
he'd win at least a French princess,
if not a Spanish one.
And Scotland
is too poor to start a war.
The Duchess
may just be taunting you.
I will discuss it with my uncle
when he is recovered.
(indistinct chatter)
All you must do
is confirm that the boy is a fraud.
We are safe, Maggie.
I promise you.
Sir Richard, Lady Margaret Pole.
We welcome your return.
Your Grace, our mission
to Burgundy has proven fruitful.
You questioned the boy
as I asked, My Lady?
Yes, Your Grace.
And?
Did you recognize him
as your blood?
Is he Richard of York?
He is not a man
whom I have ever seen before.
He is an imposter then?
Not your cousin?
Not Prince Richard?
No, Your Grace.
- Is this the evidence?
- Yes, Your Grace.
Sir Pole...
brought home the wax seals
of every traitor who has written
to the Duchess
pledging fealty to the boy.
Proof of treachery
from their own hands.
Sir Boswell.
- Margaret: Traitor.
- Take him.
(sighs)
Lord Smithson.
(indistinct mumbling)
Dorley.
Elizabeth,
Dowager Queen.
- Sir William Stanley.
- (all gasp)
No.
It's a lie.
Surely, brother?
I am loyal...
to the rightful king!
- Richard of York!
- (scattered chatter)
Lizzie:
What will you do with her?
Your mother's treachery
is old news.
And God will take her soon
enough without my help.
A-and William Stanley?
And the others?
You know what I must do.
And you must do it.
If they have lied to you.
Your Grace?
Your uncle wishes to speak with you.
Henry:
He is recovered?
No your Grace,
but he is very--
The King has pressing matters
to concern himself with.
I will see to his uncle.
Tell him I will
see him presently.
(breathing deeply)
Jasper.
Leave me, Margaret.
I would speak
only with Henry.
What is it that
you wish to tell him?
That is between me
and my King.
You will destroy him,
Jasper.
You will destroy everything
we have worked for.
(wheezing)
UM ON!
(winces)
We have offended God.
Did you not love
me once, Jasper?
- I have never loved anyone else.
- Oh!
But this?
Did I love you...
without ever knowing...
who you truly were?
Henry needs to know...
what is done in his name.
Or he will
execute traitors...
(breathing quickly)
...while...
the greatest of all
remains at his side.
(panting)
Poor, poor Jasper.
I have loved only you...
and yet I have
caused you such pain.
(muffled shouts)
Help me, Lord, please.
Help me.
God!
God would not
want you to suffer.
God, help me.
- (groaning continues)
- Help me. Help me.
(breathing heavily)
(sobbing)
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