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of much influence.

He is well-known

wanting to cast his own shadow.

Hm, well, I must know how he thinks

in order to trust him fully.

I will bring you a full report.

Yes.

And one not colored

by your own desires, Ratcliffe, hmm?

Did I startle you, my Lord?

No! You're dead!

Why do you retreat, my Lord?

You were not afraid of me

while I lived.

You're dead! I saw you die!

By such a ghostly weapon,

you will die.

You left so suddenly, my Lord.

Wouldn't you rather look

at my back?

Is it not attractive

as a woman's back should be?

See, my Lord, it is not deformed

as is your own.

Do not mock me!

Why do you hate

the young princes so, my Lord?

Is it because they stand

in your way to the throne?

Or is it because you have

no children of your own

to bear your name?

You had your chance!

Get out! Leave me alone!

Is your crooked back

and your limping leg

so repulsive to your wife

that she cannot abide

your embraces?

Am I not graceful, my Lord?

Get out.

Get out!

Come, Richard.

Come to my embrace.

You...

You...

Anne!

Anne!

When I was summoned,

I found Richard

still holding his wife in his arms.

In his grief, his mind wandered.

He talked of ghosts and specters,

and of evil things that haunted him.

We have been seeking proof.

Perhaps that proof can be found

in Richard's mind.

Tyrus, in all your medicine,

have you no key to unlock

the closed doors of the mind?

Your Majesty,

there are herbs from the east

which bring peace,

and lower the brain's defenses.

And does it not seem, Tyrus,

that Richard sorely needs

such peace?

He must be convinced that he does.

What is it?

It is Tyrus, milord.

I must talk to you.

TYrus?

What do you want?

I fear for your health, milord.

My health?

Your cries were so loud

that I heard them

when I passed your room.

My cries?

What cries?

I was asleep.

Well, a nightmare, perhaps?

It seemed as if you were

struggling with someone,

as though to protect the Duchess.

My wife is dead!

What else did I cry out

in my sleep?

I heard nothing else, milord,

but others may have heard

something before I passed.

Tyrus, you are a learned man.

Versed in knowledge

denied other men.

If evil spirits did seek to own

a man's mind,

can they be destroyed?

There are rituals

to accomplish these things.

- You know them?

- I do, milord.

But to cast out an evil spirit,

I must first call it into being.

Are you willing to endure

such an ordeal?

If it must be, I am ready.

I cannot bear this grief.

I loved my wife.

Milord, come with me.

Please!

I summon you,

in the name of the Lord of Darkness,

the Prince of Evil,

and Master of the Lower Regions.

I summon you!

Quick, milord,

step within the pentacle!

Enter now, black spirits,

and give us sign.

Now, milord,

the moment you seek is here.

You will face your torment.

Ask what questions you will,

and the spirits will answer in flame.

When the fire rises up,

the answer is yes.

When it ebbs, no.

Speak, milord!

Tell me, will I be King?

Tell me now.

Did I kill my wife?

You lie!

Edward!

You murdered your brother!

You murdered your wife!

And the innocent woman,

Mistress Shore!

Oh, Edward, stop this torment

or I lose my mind.

Help me, protect me!

I would protect

the sons of my seed

and all those who cross

your murderous path, Richard!

You don't understand, Edward.

I must be King.

I will be King.

Nothing on this earth can stop...

He tried to kill me.

You saw it,

he tried to take my life!

It was an accident, milord.

Who could be here to harm you?

You...

You did not see my brother,

Edward?

I saw nothing but the explosion,

milord.

All else was in your mind.

Hold your ground, Edward!

Hold your ground!

Very good. You try it.

- That was good, Edward.

- Great.

Sir Justin, it is most important

that we talk.

Continue till I return.

No, have them join their mother

and not leave her side.

Do as Tyrus says.

I'll return shortly.

There's no doubt, then.

These murders

all by Richard's hand.

A growing madness grips him.

He's caught up

in his own violent dreams.

But it is the young princes

I fear for.

How can we protect them?

Not here.

There's not a corner of the tower

safe now.

The Westminster!

The Abbey?

Of course! Sanctuary!

I'll make arrangements

and have the coach and Margaret

go to Scotland.

Lord Stanley must know

of this treachery.

Anne.

Anne, without you, I cannot bear

the loneliness of my thoughts.

The torture of my dream

shrivels my courage.

Richard.

Richard, hear me.

Anne?

If you need me, I am here.

No, Richard.

Come to me where I sleep.

The grave?

Wake me, my husband.

Wake me from my sleep.

Wake me.

Wake me. Wake me.

Wait, Anne.

Anne, wait!

Richard!

Richard, hear me!

Do you hear my voice, Richard?

Hurry, Richard.

Come to me

so that I can see you.

Richard.

Hurry, Richard!

Hurry, before the darkness

separates us forever,

and I am but a shadowed memory.

Anne?

You said if I needed you...

And I do!

I do, I do! I need you more now

than ever before.

Anne?

Anne.

You didn't die.

Yes, Richard, death is upon me.

But you said if I needed you...

Am I not here?

Anne.

I need the warmth of your embrace...

I need your tenderness.

I cannot give you that,

my husband.

My arms are cold.

There is no tenderness

in their embrace.

Anne, only you gave me love.

Tell me that you still know that love.

I cannot go on in emptiness.

Then, come to me, Richard.

Yes... yes, Anne.

You must be outside

before the dawn.

- Please, hurry, Your Majesty.

- Yes.

- I'll pro...

- No.

Your Majesty.

Hold on.

I will go first.

Tyrus!

Oh, Lord Buckingham!

Where are you going, old man?

At my age, milord,

one needs but little sleep,

so I often roam the tower

in the dark hours.

A taste of good wine helps sleep.

Oh, yes, it is true,

but one hates to drink

in solitude, milord.

However, if you would honor me.

With the greatest of pleasure.

In my chamber is a rare bottle

which I have been saving

for just such a worthy occasion.

You'll find no argument with me,

Tyrus.

Our chance encounter

was most opportune.

Wait here, Your Majesty.

What is it?

The guard room.

Go back!

- Your Majesty.

- Edward.

Please, Your Majesty.

Who goes there?

Edward, the guards!

The tunnel leads right down

to the river bank.

Go straight to the abbey

at Westminster.

What with my son?

Do as Sir Justin says!

I'll be all right, Mother.

Margaret.

The coach is waiting

at the old park road.

Stop for nothing

till you reach your father.

Your Majesty,

I beg you, go quickly!

Your driver,

Lady Margaret. A pity.

I'm afraid the coach to Scotland

will be delayed.

I have no anger for you, Edward.

You are the victim of an older

and treasonous mind.

Are you certain the treason

lies with me, my Lord,

when our Queen has to seek

sanctuary at Westminster?

Is the church a fortress that

it cannot be breached, Sir Justin?

You wouldn't dare.

My nephew, I am responsible

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