Oh, Warwick!
My father is...
His dukedom may live on in me,
but he is no longer with us!
Edward.
If you are his son, then do not stop at a dukedom.
Call yourself a king.
Claim the crown, or you are no child of Richard Plantagenet!
Warwick.
My troops will acclaim you King of England.
London has barred its gates against the Lancastrians.
That will force them to withdraw for now.
We'll end this war then.
Gentlemen, this next battle will shape our future.
All those who love England, follow me!
My father called you the "savior of his soul."
I feel as he did, Warwick.
Let us vow to chain our souls together.
When you fall, so shall I!
I have no need of tears.
Our mourning clothes are steel chains.
We'll bring our swords of vengeance down on Lancastrian helms!
O Lord, grant us strength!
No matter how much I weep,
merely breathing is enough to stoke the fires of my rage
and burn my body to ashes.
York of the white rose.
Lancaster of the red rose.
These royal houses with roses for their crests battled for the throne.
People call their strife the "Wars of the Roses."
Warwick.
I'm sorry.
I swore to my beloved that I would be with her if I returned alive.
You should not say such things, even in jest.
I never jest.
And right now, I'm "with" you, Warwick.
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Everywhere I look is pitch dark.
Fire!
I can no longer...
see any color but the red of blood.
How many of them can we kill before they close with us?
The will of heaven will decide the rest.
What do I desire?
Tears cannot quench the fires that consume me.
Go! Crush the Yorkists in a single charge!
Leave this to me! Fall back and--
I swore to stand with you, Warwick!
In heaven's name!
Look, Warwick. Look at the sun.
Blood! It's blood that I need!
More! More! More!
I want more blood!
Enemy reinforcements?!
Yes, they number in the thousands.
Our men's morale will inevitably suffer.
Might I suggest we retreat while we still can?
That sun is a good omen!
Heaven sides with us!
Now is the time to avenge my father!
The world is dark.
I have been forever robbed of light.
In the dark, I can see only the color of blood.
So, I will cover the world...
In blood! Blood! Blood!
Blood!
I'll color it with blood!
Are you a Lancastrian?
Help me. I can't move.
Please.
My family's waiting for me.
I can't see.
I don't recognize your face.
Will you color it for me?
Color the world?
I'm sure that I'll be able to see then.
Yes. Even without light,
all that my eyes see--the whole world--will be in color.
It won't be dark anymore.
Hey, this one's breathing.
So kill him.
I know, but his rose is so bloody I can't tell if it's white or--
Wait a moment.
I know him.
I'm amazed you recognized me.
I've known you ever since you were born.
Simply to be at your side.
That is the role assigned to me in life.
You needn't feel bound by loyalty.
My father is no longer of this world.
And so, I resigned my post and went in search of you.
In order to deliver you into your mother's arms.
Officially, you fled along with your lady mother and Lord George.
That is as it must be.
Your father would want it that way.
Yes, you're right.
I'm sure that's what Father would want.
I am the shadow,
the darkness behind the light.
As your king, I now declare to you:
We have won! Victory is ours!
Long live King Edward!
But that's fine.
I'll go on walking alone, even in the dark.
I've found a way to do it.
Are you still dressing, Richard?!
Pardon me, George.
Richard, you're always nearly late because you won't let servants help you.
It was never a problem with Catesby.
That was two years ago. He no longer serves the House of York.
Oh, yeah. He's with Lord Hastings now, isn't he?
King Edward is here!
His Majesty's beauty always astounds me.
I know! You'd think he was born to be king.
And that's the "Kingmaker," the Earl of Warwick.
The Yorkists would never have emerged victorious without him.
Lord George and Lord Richard have grown handsome as well.
But Lord Richard rather frightens me.
He seems so unapproachable.
Now that the crown of victory is ours,
battle-scarred armor has been reduced to decoration.
George! Richard!
Richard, I'm told that you've barred servants from your chambers.
You are the Duke of Gloucester now.
You cannot rule without your people's trust.
Forgive me.
I am ashamed to expose my frail body to their sight.
You are slender, and your skin is as smooth as a maiden's.
But you needn't be ashamed.
Such trifles don't determine a man's worth.
What does determine it, then?
Women.
My brothers, do any of these strike your fancies?
They are all lovely ladies.
Wh-Why don't you court them, then?
I'm already promised to a lady in France.
Warwick is formally pursuing the engagement.
My brothers, your king commands you!
Choose partners for today from among these maidens here!
What should we do, Richard? I know you hate this sort of thing.
It's just for this party.
His Majesty will be satisfied once we choose.
You know, you've changed a little.
Ever since Father died.
I'm not a child anymore.
Come on. Let's put ourselves in the running.
I-I'll stay out of it.
I'm not good with men.
Oh, honestly, Anne.
I know that you can't stop thinking about--
I said I don't want to!
You can join in on your own!
Oh, my.
Anne Neville.
Lord Richard!
Um, I-I'm...
I'm sorry about before!
I wanted to apologize.
I realized that I might have said something awful to you.
I really didn't mean to.
I hoped that you and I could be, um...
...friends.
Anne, give me your hand.
Where did that come from?!
If Lord Richard is with my sister, then you must be my partner!
I was right, Warwick.
Your daughters have grown quite beautiful.
I envy my brothers.
I trust that my French lady is quite the beauty as well.
Leave everything to me.
I plan to do nothing without your approval.
The two of us won this throne together.
Wait!
Your Royal Majesty, I beg of you.
This is a celebration.
I will hear business during--
I have made many requests these past two years,
yet I was never granted an audience.
I beg Your Majesty to return my late husband's lands,
which were confiscated in the war.
Confiscated?
That would make your late husband a Lancastrian, I presume.
Interesting. You're a courageous woman.
What's your name?
Your Majesty.
I am called Elizabeth Woodville.
Very well. I will hear your petition.
But not during a banquet. Leave us.
Your Majesty, as I was saying about your engagement to the French lady...
Elizabeth Woodville.
Where have I...?
Show yourself.
I made you tremble with fear as a child,
but you're used to me now.
What's so funny?
Have you fallen in love?
With the beautiful Elizabeth?
Nonsense.
But she's in your thoughts.
Charming little Anne.
I don't fall in love.
You could never get her to love you back, anyway.
Not with your body.
Enough!
I'm joking.
After all, your affections lie elsewhere.
Richard, you are neither a man nor a woman,
but you are also both a man and a woman.
I won't love anyone.
Anyone at all.
Queen Margaret! King Henry's spirit has at last returned to him!
Where... Where am I?
In Scotland.
Those abominable Yorkists seized the throne,
and forced us, the rightful royal family, into exile in a foreign land.
The war is over.
What a deplorable state of affairs!
I'm no longer king.
I'm free. Free!
What's gotten into you, Edward?
Why a hunting trip?
It's nice to hunt without a crowd once in a while.
Look, my brothers.
That day, I saw the sun above the snowy battlefield.
That single sun split into three,
and then rejoined into one.
The three suns are us three brothers.
It was a divine revelation commanding us to rule this land in concert.
We three York brothers are under the sun's aegis.
Let us strengthen our bonds by hunting under this sun's light.
Now, we'll see which of us can bring down the largest game!
He's certainly in a good mood.
I long to see you.
I trust you've read my letter,
Elizabeth?
Yes. You wrote that you would return my husband's lands.
And in exchange, I ask for your love.
I believe I wrote as much.
Your Royal Majesty, as I am an English subject,
my love has always been yours.
Elizabeth, it is the fruits of love that I desire.
Put plainly,
I want to sleep with you.
Then Your Majesty must send me to sleep in a prison cell.
You would slay a king to preserve your honor?
I would.
You're the first woman who has ever refused me.
Elizabeth, I'm more eager to test you than ever.
Your Majesty, I am too lowly to be your queen,
but I am too noble to be your mistress.
My queen? You're bolder than your gentle looks suggest.
How amusing.
Would you be my queen, Elizabeth?
Those who love Your Majesty would never permit it.
Elizabeth, you are the only one I love.
I'll hear no more refusals.
I am king, and I have made my decision.
So, this is why he suddenly wanted to hunt.
You saw us.
For the present, this secret stays just between us.
Richard,
I have decided...
...to make her my queen.
What is this letter?!
King Edward and his Yorkists killed your--
Anthony...
Do you know what this is?
It's a memento of my husband.
I still love only one man.
And so, I will avenge him.
I'll become queen, bend the king to my will,
and the Royal Family of York, my husband's killers, will be ours.
Edward's French marriage will bring even greater power
to the Royal Family of York.
Your son looks more like you than ever lately.
Sometimes I mistake him for you,
Your Majesty.
I promise to defend your crown,
no matter who threatens it.
Hey, have you heard?
They say King Edward comes hunting here.
Incognito?
Of course. I mean, this is King Edward.
You hide your wives and daughters when he comes by.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for someone.