The White Queen

You're too long in Brittany, Henry Tudor.

I can only beat what you put in front of me, Uncle.

HE GROANS AND COUGHS

The King is dead.

We must be ready to raise an army.

I will work with all of you to put Prince Edward on the throne.

We're to escort the King to the Tower for his protection.

Secure the Prince's safety.

How dare he terrorise my sons?!

We're going into sanctuary.

What's stopping him from snatching my other son?

Prince Richard must flee secretly to Flanders.

We must find a boy that's the very image of you.

If you didn't think it was safe for Prince Richard to go to the Tower,

then you must believe Edward's at risk, too.

Why did he want both sons?

He knows that if you have the heirs, you hold all the power.

How can you crown a boy who'd grow up to be your enemy?

Name yourself King. It is the safest option now.

I'm Doctor Lewis, Lady Margaret Stanley's physician.

Richard, Duke of Gloucester, plans to make himself King.

Parliament declared your marriage to Edward of York invalid

and your sons as bastards.

Lady Margaret, I need your help.

We must free Prince Edward from the Tower.

We're working with her to get the Princes out of the Tower.

Is Buckingham with us?

As much as he ever will be. His claim's as strong as your son's.

Well, then, Henry must strengthen his claim, marry well.

Princess Elizabeth.

Your ambition will be the death of the boys.

I will restore your good names and get my boys back.

I will not stop until it's done.

My affinity, my kin, my loyal men at arms.

I am the rightful King.

You are guardians of my kingdom, the men whom I rely on.

Sir Robert Brackenbury,

now Constable of the Tower.

Harry Stafford, Duke of Buckingham...

..Lord Chamberlain of England.

Lord Thomas Stanley,

Lord High Constable of England.

And in place of Anthony Rivers...

..the Order of the Garter.

I swear my fealty to God

and King Richard.

I'm grateful for your loyalty.

They will be loyal to us, Richard.

You are the rightful King now and England will grow to love you.

London is against me still.

They will come around.

The North is loyal and soon the South will follow.

And when the time is right, we will invest our boy as Prince of Wales

and England will blossom in your York sun again.

Thank you, Anne.

Nobody wanted a Rivers boy on the throne whose mother would

tear England apart.

BELLS TOLL

Your Grace, no-one ever mentions the boys in the Tower

or their mother.

They may not mention them. It does not mean they are forgotten.

BELLS TOLL

Do they think that if they ring the bells for days on end,

it will make his coronation less a sin?

England will not accept it.

They love Edward's boys

and Richard is a fool to think he can usurp Prince Edward!

Do you still have no word from Prince Richard?

The letter may have gone astray.

Or perhaps we have sent him to his death.

Elizabeth! Maybe we shall all die, now my father's gone.

Maybe he and Richard Grey and Uncle Anthony were just the first.

No-one else will die, Elizabeth!

I've had word from Buckingham. He's, um...

He's told me what his terms are for joining us against the King.

I'll tell Elizabeth and we'll mount our attack on the Tower.

Does she trust you?

Yes. Once you've rescued her boys, she'll rise with us against Richard.

Those boys are still a problem, though.

Richard naming them as bastards made no difference.

The people still support them. I know. Anne and Richard know it, too.

But perhaps that might provide us with a solution.

Lady Anne.

Sir Robert.

I did not think to see you here.

We are shortly on our royal progress,

but I should like to have sight of those boys before I go.

What will happen to them, Your Grace...

..now that both of them are here?

They can be neither boys nor men because just by living,

they are a threat to us.

We hoped by declaring their illegitimacy, that they

would lose their power, but people still support them.

Would you wish them killed?

I can't wish it - not a pair of innocent boys.

You are too tender-hearted, then...

..because boys become men...

..and even boys can be a cause that men will kill for.

Then, I do wish it,

else how will the King and I ever be safe?

..Nomine Patris...

..Spiritus Sancti...

I've received a message from KING Richard

that if we were to leave sanctuary and go live at Grafton,

then, my boys would be returned to me.

He says he would have peace now.

Do you trust him?

Of course I don't trust him!

He killed my son and my brother Anthony!

My boys must be released to me before I leave here.

Take care, Your Grace.

Lady Margaret fears the King would play you false.

She says the Duke of Buckingham believes it, too,

and that he is so aggrieved, he is ready to turn against King Richard.

Buckingham will turn?

As evidence of his good faith, he will storm the Tower with you

to free the Princes.

And what is Buckingham's price, hmm, for betraying his dearest friend?

The Duke asks that his eldest daughter should marry your son,

Prince Edward, and that he himself be named Regent

until the young King is of age.

And no doubt she wants her exiled son,

Henry Tudor, returned to England.

And Princess Elizabeth's hand in marriage to Henry,

and that Henry is named heir after your Prince Edward.

It means your daughter could be Queen,

and Lady Margaret says that such a marriage would unite

the Houses of York and Lancaster and end these wars.

Tell them I will accept,

but my boys must be rescued straight away,

and my Grey son, Thomas, he will join the raid to see that all goes well.

Send this note to him to come to see me.

Your Grace.

'Dear Henry and Jasper, I greet you well.

'I've much news.

'We are to free Elizabeth's boys from the Tower

'and then she will bring her army against Richard.

'You must make ready.

'Whoever wins must find you landed in force, Lancaster rising,

'and a second battle to fight against your fresh troops.'

My Lord?

As you were, gentlemen.

'I think this is our moment.'

I have selected the men who will join in the attack on the Tower.

I have to know your will.

My will is God's will.

When they break down the door of the Princes' room,

is it your will or God's will

that they slice their little heads off there and then?

Elizabeth's own son, Thomas Grey, will be there,

as will her man, Sir John.

Kill them all.

This is YOUR plan to put YOUR son on the throne.

If the Princes are dead, then he is two steps closer.

The people will not choose Henry over them.

I brought the little one to life myself.

War is hard. What are your commands, my Lady?

You would have me order the deaths of two boys, only nine and 12?

HE LAUGHS

Well, say the word and we will rescue them

from their wicked uncle and free the Queen, too.

Would you like the royal family of York restored,

with a little Prince Edward on the throne?

Stop it. Well, then, you must choose! Save or slaughter?

Hmm?

Which is it to be? Save or slaughter?

Obviously, the men must kill them.

Father, the men are waiting.

Do you know your orders?

Yes, Lord Stanley.

I must join the King.

Wait until the men have reached the gate, then send the letter.

What letter?

To Sir Robert Brackenbury at the Tower, warning him of the attack.

Warning him? So we are seen to be on Richard's side if it goes wrong.

Father.

It won't go wrong!

Stanley?

How do I fare as a fisherman, Mother? It's so good to see you.

Sir John. Thank you.

I have been in mourning for the King, your Grace,

and aggrieved at your boys being taken from you.

You will watch them on the raid, won't you? Buckingham and Stanley.

Both are on the King's royal progress.

The King trusts no-one so he's taken them with him.

It's their men we're meeting.

At least it shows he has no true supporters.

Mother?

If Henry Tudor and Buckingham are really on our side, we cannot fail.

Richard will not stand a chance against us all united.

Just bring my boy to me.

Be ready to leave when we send word.

Thomas? John? Take care.

Your Grace.

Your Grace.

Close the gate! Thomas, quickly! Intruders in the camp!

Secure the door!

Edward! Thomas!

Edward, you must be brave!

We're coming for you!