The White Princess

Mother!

Mother, soldiers are coming!

I thought we would have longer.

It is the Tudors, then?

Or what passes for his army.

- Is the rider here for Perkin? - There's no time.

Quickly now, Richard, as we planned.

You must hide.

And us, Mother?

Girls, come with me.

- To where though, Lizzie? - Come.

- Quickly now, my Perk. - I must protect you.

I will tell them I'm Prince Perkin...

They think that you are dead, my love,

and so you will be if you don't escape now.

I want to stay and fight.

My darling Richard. My Perkin.

Go to Tournai.

Find Jan Warbecque, the boatman.

Pretend to be his son.

I promise I will fetch you back to England and put you on the throne.

Up inside. Quickly now.

I cannot lose you as I did your brother, Edward.

Do it for me, my Perkin.

I am Princess Elizabeth of York!

I am betrothed to King Henry Tudor

and he will kill you if you lay a hand on us.

King Henry sent us here to fetch you back to London.

By the hair, if need be.

He didn't specify a method.

There is no need for that...

Sir Thomas Stanley.

- Elizabeth Woodville. - Sir William.

We will come willingly, of course.

We have been waiting to be summoned.

Where is the Earl of Warwick?

Get out! Get out!

Have it. Have everything you want. Please don't hurt us.

For York! For Uncle Richard!

Teddy, no!

They're not Richard's men, they're Tudors!

King Henry Tudor has ordered the traitors to be brought to London.

Traitors?

Men who fought against him in the battle.

That doesn't make us traitors!

We fought for our king, Richard.

King Henry has declared his reign began the day before the battle.

Those that fought against him are declared traitors.

Ah, the Earl of Warwick.

The king is waiting for you.

This is yours now, Henry.

Your kingdom.

Your throne.

Burn them.

And ban the snow from falling.

I will have nothing white in England.

Where are my rooms?

The king's rooms, Henry.

I have dreamed of this my entire life.

You always said God had chosen me.

You have always known His will.

And He will guide you.

As will I as I know England.

I will take the queen's rooms for myself,

through this passageway.

So, this is how he treats the woman he expects to make his queen?

I thought he would at least show some respect.

It's intended as a show of strength,

but it only goes to show his weakness if he stoops to bully girls.

Perhaps the worst is yet to come.

What could be worse than killing my poor Richard?

Lizzie, you must not speak of it.

No one must know what has passed between the two of you.

Did my brother get away?

We must pray to God he will.

Jasper!

Welcome to Westminster, eh, Henry?

Come.

Jasper. How are you?

My Lady Margaret.

Who would have thought, to find us here like this

with Henry on the throne.

I did.

I always did.

And your strength kept us through the dark and cold and bad times.

And now my stepson is king.

Move it.

Teddy, Teddy.

What is this?

My cousins are here.

And my aunt and uncle.

- Lizzie. - Teddy.

Teddy, come back.

Teddy.

- Your Grace. - Thank you, Ned.

Dear God, save us.

My brothers are all dead and now we shall be next.

He dates his kingship from the day before the battle,

so we are all named traitors.

But he cannot simply...

Well, he has. And Parliament has allowed it.

Or his mother did!

That woman's waited half her life

to take her vengeance on the House of York.

I am so sorry for your sons.

The England we once knew is gone,

and with it chivalry and honor.

We are Yorks, Eliza.

We do not quake in fear.

We must see how this plays out.

You will appear before the king.

You must not speak unless I tell you to.

Dear Teddy.

Now, hold my hand tightly, now.

Marching on! Marching on!

Move, you old scum!

Move!

Come.

There is to be no welcome

for the promised Queen of England?

The king has lost his manners?

He will see you when he's seen the traitors.

The others who loved Richard.

These are not the queen's rooms.

The king's mother, my wife, has those,

as First Lady of the Court.

I'll bring some ladies to attend you.

Perhaps he does not need me as he means to wed his mother.

He needs you.

He based his claim for England

on you being by his side.

With you, he joins the Houses.

And that is what you want for me, even now?

I am to be the spoils of war?

The wife of a marauding madman

whose mother even murdered children

just so he could snatch the crown?

You knew that you would marry

whichever one of them should win.

This man is the victor.

For now, at least.

You're sworn to be his queen

and nothing now could change that.

Well, unless he does not want her.

Now, girls, please listen.

Smile sweetly to their faces

but know them for the Tudor spies they are

and lose your tongues when they are near.

That childless bitch in Burgundy will reap her just desserts.

I wonder if they've told her yet

her brother's lying dead on Bosworth Field.

Scribe.

"I, Henry Tudor, King of England,

hereby, prohibit any English trade with Burgundy."

There.

That's for all the times that Yorkist duchess

tried to catch me in her trap for Richard's executioner.

You must decree the English lords reduce their guards,

or they will form them into private armies

and rise up at every tax you levy.

Are we certain the York Princes are truly dead?

- If one of them still lives... - They are both dead.

It is well known.

King Richard killed both princes in the Tower.

There is nobody for England now but you.

Step forward.

Which one of you is John de la Pole, the Earl of Lincoln?

The dead York king named you his heir before the battle.

You understand that this has been revoked

and you are now heir to nothing?

Do you understand that?

I pledge my allegiance to you, Your Grace.

I do not.

You are not the king, in law nor in God's eyes.

And while you may have killed my son and stolen his crown,

you are descended from a servant.

And while my grandson may impersonate his fealty,

I bow only to God and to my own conscience.

Mother. Please...

Your sister in Burgundy would never stoop so low.

And she has had her trading licenses revoked

so you should shut your mouth!

You may be glad you are an old woman

whose noise is of no consequence to His Grace.

You will swear fealty or be thrown into the Tower.

Jasper Tudor. You would not dare.

Take her away.

You can't.

You will release me!

Let me walk.

I can walk.

Who are these?

Edward and Margaret Plantagenet,

son and daughter of George, Duke of Clarence.

The Earl of Warwick, Your Grace.

- The last York heir. - I'm aware.

Your Grace.

- One day, I'll be king. - He doesn't mean it.

Our Uncle Richard once thought Teddy might be king, but...

Well... ...Teddy isn't...