The Shadow of the Tower (1972) s01e12 Episode Script

The Fledgling

Ralph Wilford, you have been found guilty by this court of conspiracies with intent to have deposed and destroyed the King's person and the King's blood.
And over, that you have intended to have been King.
All this under the falsely assumed title, Edward, Earl of Warwick.
It is thereupon agreed by all the said judges that you have done treason and deserve death.
It is therefore demanded by his King's Grace what is to be done herein, whether process of law pass upon you or that nothing be done further upon the same Arthur.
It is our wish that the execution take place as soon as possible.
- Your Majesty.
- And the Earl of Warwick, my Lord? Build our colleges, Mother, found our professorships, but leave England to me.
I lay the foundations for the minds of our people.
You should be laying the foundations for their peace.
You'll have none.
There will be no peace in this country while there are Yorkist pretenders, and there will be pretenders as long as you keep Warwick alive.
Kill him and you kill rebellion.
Would you have me charge him with his birthright? Why not? My Lord.
He has done no wrong.
The men you fought, and who died for Richard at Bosworth, - they'd done no wrong, either.
- Then, we were at war.
You are still at war.
(Sighs ) Plan a legal state.
Make laws if you will, and enforce them with the people.
But you yourself cannot be committed to peacetime laws until you have removed every trace of Plantagenet stock from the face of the earth.
Youare now King.
Make it safe and certain that Arthur will be King after you.
He will be, madam, and peacefully.
While Warwick lives You should have mothered a Plantagenet.
The Tudor dynasty will not be founded on murder.
Then there will be no dynasty.
Don't try and make mea Richard.
I wouldn't wish that, my son.
Richard made mistakes.
Water's getting cold.
I don't like cold w-water.
(Distant crowd shouting) - What are you doing? - Ernothing, my Lord, nothing.
Just not as quick as I used to be.
- I've thought up a n-new routine, Girdler.
- Oh.
In w-winter, until April, - I shall be shaved before the bed is made.
- Yes, my Lord.
That way, the w-water won't have time to get cold.
Ah, very good idea, my Lord.
We'll start it at once.
Tomorrow, eh? Yes.
The w-water will be warm and the change - Will do us good.
- Yes.
(Chuckles ) - (Distant shout) - Ah.
That's it.
What news is there today, Girdler? - Ah, what news? - (Distant bang) - (Faint) Is the prisoner prepared? - Er, well now, let me see.
Er Ooh, yes, yes.
Desiderius Erasmus.
Now, there's a name for a man to call himself, eh? Well, he's coming over from Holland at the invitation of William Blount, so they say.
Desiderius Erasmus.
(Chuckles ) Now, that'll be news to some.
- The desired beloved.
- (Shout) Er, what? - That's w-what he calls himself.
- (Distant footsteps ) Desiderius, desired.
Erasmus, belovedphilosopher.
Shows a want of humility if you ask me, my Lord.
Mind you Careful, my Lord.
Now, careful.
Mind you, I have no time for all these philosophizers and thinkers.
- I mean, here am I, a man - (Distant man ) Astwood.
of very little brain to speak of.
- Now, I ask you - (Man ) Open in the name of the King.
what's the use of all this talking about what a wonderful place this world could be, eh? I mean, even I know it could be.
- (Faint) Let's go.
- I don't want to die.
- (Faint) No! - Who is it, Girdler? - (Man ) No! - I er I don't know, my Lord.
You do know.
Well, it-it is some cordwainer's son, my Lord.
Ralph Wilford.
- What did he do? - Hanging matter, my Lord.
Look at me, Girdler.
Why won't you tell me? There are three kinds of things I tell you - the kind they let me, the kind that would lose me my charge and the kind thathurts me to tell you.
- With w-what is he charged? - Treason, my Lord.
He's a pretender.
Pretending to be whom, Girdler? In whose name did he commit treason? Yours, my Lord.
Edward, Earl of Warwick.
Oh, no, please, I don't want to die! (Sobs ) No, please! (Wails) - Have mercy, please! Have mercy.
- They are waiting for you, Master Wilford.
"Without time, there is no earthly thing.
"Nature, fortune, nor even learning.
"Past, future, nor even in the present.
"Therefore I am of more importance - "as fain honor and science.
" - Girdler.
"They can do nothing without my help.
" Girdlercome here.
I w-want to ask you something.
You said you didn't believe in thinking, Girdler.
Er, no, my Lord.
W-well, I have been thinking.
If I w-were King Henry and was threatened by p-pretenders And Ralph Wilford is not the first, Girdler.
I don't think I'd execute the pretenders.
I'd get rid of the cause.
I've been in here since I was nine years old, Girdler.
I-I don't know him like I knew my Uncle Richard.
You hear more than I, Girdler.
Do you believe the King would think like that? I know the King to be a just king.
He'll do you no harm, no matter how many pretenders, provided you give him no reason.
Then I must do no wrong and you you must tell me n-nothing but what is permitted.
Swear, Girdler.
Swear you'll do no wrong.
W-we must give no cause.
As God is in heaven, I swear.
- Now, shall I read more? - No.
Sleep, Girdler.
(Knock on door) - (Door opens ) - Good night, my Lord.
(Distant animal roaring) Only one mistake, Father.
Only one.
I think that deserves something special, don't you, Arthur? - Yes, Father, I do.
- What shall it be? - Bread and water.
- Bread and water for one wrong note? - Yes, bread and water.
- Our son is a harsh little prince.
- So, we have no more music.
- The minstrels will play.
- What about you, my lady? - I'm hungry.
- Then we shall eat.
- # Da da da-da da Henry, will you please keep quiet and sit up? - That's much better.
- Father.
Benedictus, benedicat in nomine Jesu Christe, Amen.
(All) Amen.
- May the minstrels play, Father? - Yes.
When I'm Queen of Scotland I shall have music all the time, won't I, Father? - And Henry will dance for me.
- Shan't.
Arthur will.
Arthur will be too busy dancing for Catherine of Aragon.
Spain and God willing, madam.
No, I will be too busy ruling to dance for Spain or God.
- Well said, Arthur.
- Spain, England and Scotland.
- Who will I marry, Mother? - Shh.
- Where will England be? - Where you placed it.
In the center.
Mingled with true, unquestionable royal blood.
You set the independence of England as a prize for royal blood? No, Mother.
I simply wish to speed the respect of Europe and those who still say that the crown of England rests on bastardy.
- High ranking though it may be.
- My Lord, eat.
Our independence is not at stake.
We shall swallow up Scotland and ally with Spain.
So, Arthur will marry Catherine of Aragon? Yes.
Spain and God willing.
- Gravissimum et sanctissimum - Ah.
- Rodrigo.
- My Lord.
- I'm afraid you're too late to dine.
- Eh? There's a rumor going about the court that the Spanish ambassador is so poor that he only visits the King of England when he wants a free meal.
- And I know, my Lord, why I am so poor.
- Why is that? Because there is a rumor in my country that the Spanish ambassador is really an English ambassador in disguise.
(Laughs ) Yes.
Soyou look pleased, Rodrigo.
With reservations, my Lord.
King Ferdinand agrees to the wedding ceremony by proxy on the day you suggest, er, 19th of May.
I am to stand proxy for the Princess Catherine.
So, I am to see my son married to a Spanish Jew.
There will certainly be no precedent.
Am I to supplement your income now, Rodrigo, or wait for the conditions? - There is one condition, my Lord.
- And what's that? King Ferdinand feels he could not commit the Princess Catherine to a wedding contract with any country unless he were sure that the line of succession were as secure as the sovereign could make it.
Spain asks merely for the removal of two persons.
One, the pretender, Perkin Warbeck.
And two, that rival to the throne of England whose claim is stronger than your own - Edward, Earl of Warwick.
"Spain asks merely"? Spain is adamant.
The Earl of Oxford tells me that young Warbeck is seriously ill and has been asking to be removed to more lenient confinement.
You are very well informed, Rodrigo.
In the interests of the union between our two countries, would it not be possible to, erdeny the request? Ambassador, you may inform King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella that when their flimsy claim to the Spanish throne is as strong as my son's is, then may they ask such things of me.
But nevernever will they have the right to be adamant.
But even if the marriage union was not in question, would it not be in the interests of yourself and the Tudors to, erdispose of these two? The interests of the Tudors are justice and legality.
Tell Spain that I am no tyrant and, for the sake of my people, I will not condemn either the pretender or the Earl of Warwick without a just cause.
For the sake of your people or the sake of your conscience? I am the conscience of England, as well as a conscience unto myself.
Neither wishes to murder.
And they cannot be separated.
Could they not, my Lord? If Warwick or the pretender cannot be condemned without a just and judicial cause, they cannot be condemned at all.
And they will not be.
Warmer now, Girdler.
- Soon be spring.
- Still need a fire, though, my Lord.
Not w-warm enough without that.
- Oh, where the devil's Cleymounde? - Fetching logs.
I've never known anyone like that one.
Bone idle.
We should have kept Blowitt.
Much better, if you ask me, my Lord.
- Couldn't lift things any more.
- Oh, he managed.
It's a long time since I w-wore these.
- Oh, ho ho! Must be years.
- 12 years.
- Oh - 12 years ago today.
- St.
- Oh, yes.
How time passes.
(Chuckles ) Hey, d'you remember you tore it? Yes.
Yes, the sleeve.
- And you patched it for me.
- Yes, very badly.
W-wouldn't have noticed if you didn't know.
- Oh, thank you.
- Really w-wouldn't.
They w-went to a lot of pains to prove me alive then.
Oh, they did, my Lord, they did.
You're right, Girdler.
The King can't w-want me to die.
It's not even as if I'd done anything wrong.
I know it's been a long time, but h-he wouldn't have shown me to all those people.
- Archbishop M - Morton.
- .
- And the lords.
All manner of people.
But an archbishop Logs, my Lord.
- Thank you, Cleymounde.
- Logs.
He's had time to get a forest.
Ermtell Master Digby the earl needs some new clothes.
And shoes.
He can't wear those much longer.
- He'll probably have to wait.
- Well, it won't hurt to ask.
Er, if there's nothing else, my Lord, I'll er - Th-there is something else, Girdler.
- Hm? I want you to go to Master Digby and tell him that the Earl of Warwick - w-wants to visit the lion tower.
- But you I simply want to see the lions from the walk.
I w-went there once before.
But I-I didn't see the lions.
Well, say, Girdler Say just one day a week during spring.
I w-want to get out of this room to take my mind off things.
Well, that's all.
- I have asked for - Well, ask again.
No harm.
No, my Lord.
No harm.
- What d'you think, Cleymounde? - I, my Lord? D'you think the King w-will let me visit the lion w-walk? - I think that depends, my Lord.
- On what? On the mood the King's in.
There's a rumor that Perkin Warbeck has asked to be moved to a new cell.
- Well? - Well, if Perkin Warbeck's wish is granted, then I'll warrant yours will be, too.
For, my Lord, if the King agrees to a wish of that nature, well, chances are he'll agree to anything.
Oh, I hope so.
I do hope so.
(Footsteps approaching) (Clanking) - Where d'you want the table? - Er, just there.
And the chair just there.
The room is ready, Master Astwood.
(Wheezes ) - (Coughs ) - Pick him up.
Bring him along.
What? No.
(Whimpers ) Take his legs.
(Rasping breaths ) (Lions roaring) Gently.
Gently, my Lord.
Who are you? Thomas Astwood, Master.
A friend.
Well? My Lord, Master Digby has established Thomas Astwood as Warbeck's jailer.
- And Warwick? - The usual jailers, my Lord.
Headed by Girdler and Robert Cleymounde.
How long has Cleymounde been jailer, Master Digby? 25 days, my Lord.
Then you will do nothing yet, other than be lenient with the prisoners.
When it is time for you to act I will inform you by letter through the Earl of Oxford.
I will leave everything in your hands.
But in the meantime, we will let nature and Master Astwood run their course.
No appetite, Master? No.
Take it away.
- Or eat it yourself.
- Thank you, my Lord.
They say the Earl of Warwick cannot tell the difference between goose and capon.
- Perhaps he could if it were better cooked.
- (Laughs ) Perhaps, my Lord.
Thomas Astwood.
Condemned to be hanged, drawn and quartered during the Stanley trials.
Was pardoned on the scaffold.
I was just a boy, my Lord.
Since that time I have been loyal to the House of York.
You call me "my Lord".
There's no lord here, Thomas.
Only you and I.
Come now.
The Duke of York is here, too.
Richard? I thought he was dead.
- Some say so.
- But not you.
I'm eating his food.
No, Thomas.
You're eating Perkin Warbeck's food.
Let those believe what they wish to believe.
Read this.
- A letter to me? - Read it.
- What is this? - Well, that depends on you.
You can either do as the letter says and help me to escape or deliver it directly to Mr.
Digby and secure my execution.
(Lions growling) Oh, that's very nice, that.
(Chuckles ) - Who gave you these? - The Mayor of Cork, John Walter.
As a token for the day of your escape.
John Walter.
Well, my old friend has some strange ideas concerning clothes of a French working man.
- Take them back.
- Back? But they're not meant to be that kind of clothing.
They're the clothes of a duke, my Lord.
Clothes fit to be seen at the head of a Yorkist army.
- Well, yes.
- I said I wish to escape, Thomas.
And so you shall.
It's all been arranged.
At no time did I say I was Richard, Duke of York.
- But you said - Those were your words.
I'm not your lord.
I am Perkin Warbeck.
Is that clear, Thomas? I made a confession.
Get my friends to read it.
It says I was born in Tournai and my father was a French commoner.
And you can tell them when I leave this prison it will be as Perkin Warbeck or not at all.
Then you'll have no friends.
There'll be no money.
Except for Richard and the Yorkist cause.
I am a French import, Thomas.
Don't expect me to have a Yorkist cause.
I'd risk my life again to be back in France, not to be another Yorkist martyr.
Then you won't escape at all.
And there'll be no help from anyone.
Does "anyone" include you, Thomas? Yes.
I'll fetch a different change of clothes, Master Warbeck that more befit your station.
(Door closes ) See that this is delivered to the lieutenant at the Tower.
I will receive the Spanish ambassador now.
- You wish to see me, my Lord? - You may inform King Ferdinand that the marriage by proxy will take place on the date agreed.
AndSpain's condition, my Lord? We give our word to Spain that by the time Catherine of Aragon arrives in this country the matter of the pretender and the Earl of Warwick will be settled to our satisfaction.
(Lions growling) (Footsteps approach) (Door opens ) Cleymounde! What's the matter? Oh, no! No! It's a lie! No! No, they wouldn't! No! - I tell you, my Lord, it is true.
- No! The King has sworn to Spain that you will be dead before the year is ended.
I've done no harm! Girdler! Girdler! No! You must tell Girdler tomorrow and we will plan what is to be done.
(Footsteps approach) (Breathing rapidly) "My mother, as humbly as I can I recommend myself to you.
"The King of England is yet holding me "and those Englishmen who made me take it upon myself "that I was Richard, Duke of York, have now left me, "as I hold with the truth of the matter that I am your son, Perkin Warbeck.
"There is no way from my prison and no hope of deliverance, "which makes my heart sad.
"I beg you to be so good as to send me a little money, "that I may give something to my guards to make them more agreeable towards me.
"Remember me kindly to our neighbors and relations.
"I pray each day that the King will look more kindly upon me "that I may again hope to see you some day.
" Girdler.
Oh, Girdler.
Oh, Girdler, please.
Oh, Girdler.
(Retches ) I swear that, as God is in heaven, the King would never, never submit himself to such a crime.
There's not enough here.
We need much more.
These will raise nothing.
- I - Is there no more? - I - There is no more, Cleymounde.
- That's all.
- Don't let him do this, my Lord.
I have the word of a person in the highest authority - All right, then, name him.
- I'm not at liberty to.
No, because there is no name.
It's gossip, hearsay, a Tower rumor.
- This is no rumor.
- Oh, there have been rumors before.
When the princes were murdered? When Clarence was murdered? I tell you, the King would never do this thing.
My Lord, may I take these? We've not enough to get outside, so we must find someone inside the Tower who can raise the money for us.
Wait for proof, my Lord, wait for proof! Will the earl's body be proof enough for you, Girdler? One more day, Cleymounde.
One more day.
It m-may be a m-m-mistake.
I just don't know.
Very well, my Lord.
One more day.
But whatever happens, if there is no-one else, I shall go ahead with my plan to help you alone.
With or without your permission.
Clothes? What clothes, Girdler? Clothes for the Earl of Warwick, Master Digby.
- Oh.
- My Lord had asked for 'em before.
Shoes, especially.
My Lord has need of shoes.
I'll send orders to the ward-room.
- Well? - Well, shall I wait, Master Digby? No, no, no.
Don't wait, Girdler.
I'll see to it.
Thank you, Master Digby.
Well, I'llI'll collect 'em later, then.
Do that, Girdler.
Do that.
Oh, Girdler, there's something else I want to tell you while you're here.
I'm moving you from the Warwick apartment.
In future you'll be charged with Patrick, the priest in the Wilford case.
The Caesar Tower.
It'll be in about another eight days.
Good day, Girdler.
Well? The guards are changing now.
It's taken all the money we have, but Thomas Astwood is letting me see Master Warbeck.
- Warbeck? - He's the only one who can help.
Yorkist money.
He's escaped before, and if anyone can help my Lord to get out of here, he can.
- It's too dangerous.
- Dangerous or not, he can help.
My Lord, I shall tell Master Warbeck that if he will help, he must knock three times on the ceiling tonight.
And you, my Lord, you must knock back in reply.
But once done, you've accepted his help and you must leave everything to him.
(Knock on door) - Good night, my Lord.
- (Keys jangling) (Door closes ) - Well - What shall I do, Girdler? Girdler! You will do everything that Master Warbeck tells you to.
When I'm not hereI hope you'll do what you think I'd tell you to do.
And w-when I leave here? Oh.
(Chuckles ) Well, as for that, I can't help.
But never fear, my Lord, there'll be plenty of those who will.
I'd never even w-wanted or even thought of w-wanting to be King.
Then you must decide before Master Warbeck signals tonight.
Once you've replied, the Yorkist men he has brought in to help your escape they will expect you to be their figurehead.
- Yes, but I don't - Look Everybody has a duty.
Hm? The King's duty is to safeguard the future of his family.
Now is the time for you to fulfill your duty in the name of the Plantagenets.
There's no choice.
- Now, shall I help you undress? - No, II shan't undress tonight.
- I should, my Lord.
Try and get some sleep.
- The knocks.
W-will you stay a-awhile, Girdler? I can't, my Lord.
I shall leave tonight, the same as every night and return every morning.
I must risk nothing.
- I'm frightened.
- Don't say that, my Lord! Of course you're not frightened! You're Edward, Earl of Warwick.
Nephew of Edward IV.
Ah, there was a man.
Never afraid.
Neither are you.
Think of freedom.
Mm? And when you hear them W-when they You knock back, my Lord.
(Three knocks from below ) (Distant lion growling) - Wilt thou, Arthur - (Bell chiming) .
take Catherine, here by proxy, for thy lawful wedded wife, according to the rite of our holy mother, the Church? I will.
Wilt thou, Catherine, take Arthur, here present, for thy lawful husband, according to the rite of our holy mother, the Church? I will.
- I, Arthur - I, Arthur - .
take thee, Catherine - .
take thee, Catherine - .
for my lawful wife - .
for my lawful wife - .
to have and to hold - .
to have and to hold - .
from this day forward - .
from this day forward - .
for better, for worse - .
for better, for worse - .
for richer, for poorer - .
for richer, for poorer - .
in sickness and in health - .
in sickness and in health You can have all the money you want, Thomas.
Everything that's left over, apart from my passage to France.
Everything that's left over from what, Master Warbeck? From the money the Mayor of Cork is going to give us.
- Sir, you've changed your mind.
- No, Thomas.
But you can tell Walter that in return for my bribe money and the promise of my unconditional freedom, I shall escape with the last of the Plantagenets and deliver to him the true Edward VI.
Edward VI of England.
(All) Edward VI.
Here's your money, Thomas.
There'll be more if you need it.
Just bring us our king.
I can see freedom already, Thomas! All'swell.
They have the money.
I expect Cleymounde w-will be here soon.
- Er, yyes, my Lord.
Er I - I expect Oh.
(Chuckles ) I expect Cleymoundew-will let you know w-what's happening.
That's just what I was going to say, my Lord.
Well, I'lldo anything I can.
Anything I can.
Of course er I'm not as young as I used to be.
- Still loyal, though.
- Oh.
I kept this back.
Remember, Archbishop M-Morton gave it to me? Oh, yes.
Thank youfor looking after me, Girdler.
Thank you, my Lord.
(Key in door) Did Master Warbeck knock, my Lord? - Good.
That means they have the money.
- Yes.
All's w-well.
Er, Thomas Astwood wishes to see you, my Lord.
To, ermdiscuss these plans.
Bring you clothes fit for your freedom, bring you news from Master Warbeck.
- May I signal him? - Yes, Cleymounde.
Thomas suggests that we establish some form of communication between yourself and Master Warbeck.
He suggests, my Lord, that we bore a small hole through the floor of this apartment - into the ceiling of Master Warbeck's.
- (Sharp knock) That'll be Thomas now.
What was I saying? Yes Then you will be able to speak to Master Warbeck if anything happens, now that Girdler isn't here.
My Lord, Master Thomas Astwood.
My Lord.
- Ooh - Can't you get through? Patience, my Lord.
Well, how much longer? Should be through.
Oh, thank God! Signal, Thomas, signal.
Thomas? Can you hear me, Thomas? Yes, Master Cleymounde.
I can.
- They fit, Cleymounde! - Perfectly, my Lord.
- Yes.
- And now, my Lord the final touch.
A pledge.
My pledge of faith, my Lord.
Thehilt is gold.
I believe it to be Italian-made.
Thank you, Cleymounde.
- I shall look after it.
- You must hide it.
Oh, yes, II'm just looking.
- Cleymounde.
- Yes, my Lord? Do I look like a king? Yes, you do, my Lord.
Oh, Cleymounde My pledge.
Thank you.
Good night, my Lord.
(Three knocks from below ) Master W-Warbeck? My Lord, the plans have arrived from Cork.
Thomas will convey them to yourself and Cleymounde tomorrow night and you'll be free from this place within eight days.
I need not say how much I thank you, Perkin.
There's no need, my Lord.
It's because of you that I am able to escape.
(Distant growling) Can you hear the lions, Perkin? Yes, my Lord.
Thomas tells me they can recognize execution nights.
And their roaring can be heard all over London.
I will let you into a Tower secret, Perkin.
The lions are starved for 48 hours before execution nights.
Then the keeper of the lions gives them the smell of fresh blood - and so they roar louder.
- Sometimes that frightens me, my Lord.
I like them.
I'vedrawn them.
Thank you for your news, Perkin.
- Good night, my Lord.
- Sleep well.
Inside the Tower, we've engaged Long Roger, Blowitt and Strangewish to make certain attacks at various points.
At the signal for the evening guard-change Long Roger will seize Master Digby's office and gain control of the Tower.
Thomas will release yourself and Master Warbeck and you will make your way, together with a number of loyal guards, to the Lion Walk.
The gentleman outside, who will help, my Lord, will be waiting by the Pollen Gate.
John Walter and Master Finch will lead the Earl of Warwick and Master Warbeck across the East Smithfield and travel by way of Aldgate to Master Proud's house.
There, the Earl of Warwick is to be proclaimed Edward VI of England.
What date, Cleymounde, have you appointed for the escape? The choice is our own, providing that Girdler visits Master Proud's house on the morning of the escape, to prepare him.
You've done well, Cleymounde.
Don't you think, my Lord? A perfectly planned, watertight case of treason.
The proof.
Tell the Earl of Oxford what proof you have arranged, Cleymounde.
In the earl's apartment, my Lord, you will find a sword, an auger used for boring a hole between the adjoining apartments, the hole itself and a suit of burgundy velvet, fit for a person about to be proclaimed King.
I have a velvet cloak, with which I was bribed.
And you will find, on Girdler's person, a gold crucifix, also used as a bribe by the Earl.
- Naturally, you'll swear an oath to all this.
- Yes, my Lord.
Our final account with you.
You'll be tried with the rest of the conspirators but I guarantee you'll be given a free pardon, as agreed.
My Lord.
Master Proud must be visited by Girdler tomorrow morning.
We must let the plot ripen fully, so that there could be no doubt of intentions.
The list of arrests, my Lord.
They must be made swiftly and in the following order.
First, Girdler and his associates.
Then Cleymounde and his.
Then Warbeck.
And finallyWarwick.
I shall be with the King tomorrow so I'll leave you to deal with those at Master Proud's house.
But I shall return in time for the Tower arrests.
Digbyhow did Cleymounde persuade Girdler and Warwick to agree to the escape? He told them the truth, my Lord, that the King was going to murder the earl.
- No.
- But my Lord No, Oxford, I will have none other than the pretender and the Earl of Warwick brought to trial.
I appoint you Lord High Steward that you may preside over the trial.
If you find them guilty, you will condemn them both.
But no-one else is to be arrested other than those two.
Do you understand? But there were those only too eager to help them.
- None, other than those two.
- That is impossible.
Master Digby thought it would please Your Majesty to rid the Tower of Yorkist sympathizers.
The orders for the arrests were given this morning.
- Master Mashborough? - NoMaster Girdler.
Arrest him.
Bring in the others.
Take them to the Tower.
Come here.
You have - You m-missed one.
- Where, my Lord? - There.
- Oh, yes.
- Let me do it.
- Very good, my Lord.
- Have you heard from Girdler? - Yes, my Lord.
I m-mean since he spoke to Mashborough.
Er, no.
But we We didn't expect to, except that all's well and Mashborough will be waiting as arranged.
- There's nothing to be afraid of, my Lord.
- I'm not.
Believe me, Cleymounde.
I'm Well, I-I don't know how I feel.
And a bit sick.
Now the cloak.
Here, my Lord.
I hope I'm not sick.
I always am w-when I'm frightened.
Thank you.
- But I'm not frightened.
- No, my Lord.
I believe you're m-more frightened than I am, Cleymounde.
Anddo I look well? - Your pledge.
- (Distant shout) (Distant metal clinking) Well, freedom is almost here, Cleymounde.
How many guards w-will accompany us to the gate? Er, four or five, my Lord.
The Theythey will be here shortly after I leave.
Then don't w-wait.
Leave now.
I-I want to hear the lions and see the fields.
Thank you, Cleymounde.
(Three knocks from below ) - FriendPerkin? - My Lordthe guards are changing now.
- Has Cleymounde left? - Yes, Perkin.
He's gone straight to the armory.
He said Master Thomas will be along withwith a guard soon.
Will you stay long with us at M-Master Proud's house, Perkin? Not more than a few hours, my Lord.
And thenFrance.
I shall be sorry to lose you, Perkin.
(Footsteps approach) Perkin, I think I can hear Thomas and the guards now.
W-will they come to you first, or me? I Me, I think, my Lord.
Can you hear? Yes, my Lord.
Be of good cheer, Perkin.
Freedom! (Warwick) Is everything all right, P-Perkin? You must accompany us, Master Warbeck.
You are under arrest.
(Warwick) Perkin? Er, yes.
Yes, my Lord.
A slight delay.
We'll be with you soon.
I must go now, my Lord.
Be brave.
God be with us, Perkin.
Well, let him dream a little longer, Mr.
He has done no wrong.
(Breathes heavily) (Footsteps approach) (Keys jangle ) Welcome, friends.
My Lord, I arrest you in the name of the King.
- Arrest him, men.
- (Gasping breaths ) Perkin! The following men have been found guilty by this court upon charges of high treason and conspiracy against the King's person and the King's blood and have been thereupon, by this court condemned to death.
Edward, Earl of Warwick.
Perkin Warbeck.
Thomas Astwood.
John Girdler.
Robert Cleymounde.
Master Mashborough.
Master Finch.
Master Proud.
John Walter.
Rogerand Strangewish.
Those last two are guards, my Lord.
This requires your signature also, my Lord.
It's the free pardon for Robert Cleymounde.
Will that ease his conscience, my Lord? Would that God could pardon me so easily.
(Lion roaring)