- oh, a royal coach! - hello, walter. [horses whinny] [water splashes] - hello, loves. - get her! - [cries out] [whimsical orchestral music] ♪ ♪
[people talking indistinctly] [cage clatters] [rats squeaking] [dogs barking] - annyrose, annyrose, look at these beauts. - jemmy, they've torn itall up again. people with doors don't havedogs in their parlor. - look, i've promised youlodgings, haven't i?
- when?- soon. get out your things and come on. - proper lodgings. - you won't get a lotfor those flowers, i'll bet. - come on. how much do you reckon, then? - uh-oh. look out! - yes!
rats. stop, stop! - me roses. look what you did. - rat catcher,give me those rats. - not likely. i won't. - do you know who i am?- who doesn't? - i'm horace,prince of brattenburg.
- prince brat.- what? what did you say? - prince brat!- nothing! she didn't say nothing. - hand over those rats, now! - catch your own rats. i aim to sell these. - walter, get him! - [yells indistinctly] - prince brat!
[frenzied orchestral music] - sorry, your highness,little bugger gave me the slip. - i'll track you down,rat catcher! - jemmy? jemmy. - come on.we've got business. [door creaks open] - come back with our money! - you don't worry.i'll pay you back.
- jemmy, annyrose.- smudger. - he's got a new dog. 11 rats in 3 minutes. - 11 rats. - yeah, so don't letblind george fiddle you. - thanks. - it's called gaming,not watching, gentlemen. see to that. [grumbles]
[dog barks] [all cheer] - more rats, more rats,more rats, more rats! more rats, more rats, more rats! - hound is going to put meinto an early grave. we've got to do something. get me some more rats! [laughs] unfortunately, i don't needno rats today.
- is that so? i'll call back tomorrow, then. - hold on, hold on.where are your manners? i didn't say i wouldn't lookat them, did i? oh, oh, sickly,peaked, the lot. well, they'd faint at the sightof the hound. - prime fighters. fierce as brewery rats. - prime fighters.[laughing]
and you want to grow up to be the king of the rat catcherslike your pa. - rest in peace. - well, little annyrose,she does look a little hungry. - no, i ain't. - i'll give you tuppencefor them, call myself a fool. - you'll give mea tuppence each. - huh?- and nothing less. prince himself had his eyeon our rats, he did.
- the prince himself?is that so? what have you been eating?[laughs] have you been feeding hercauliflower? that will do it. that'll addle you.sixpence for the lot. - more rats, more rats,more rats! - nine pence. - you're trying to put meinto the poorhouse. - we're trying tostay out of it.
- wait.maybe she'll buy me roses. - keep your flowers.come on. - where are we going? - you'll see. - hear about the most horriblevillain the world's ever known. cuts up small childrenbefore they's full grown. ♪ hold-your-nose-billyand cutwater, his friend ♪ ♪ if you meet themon the highway ♪ ♪ life he will defend ♪
♪ hiding in your forest ♪ ♪ they leaps outcruel to the bone ♪ ♪ and your face isto brace their pistols ♪ ♪ while they rob youof your gold ♪ - he gave me a shiver. - come on, scaredy. - get out! and don't come back! go!
do you believe that bloke?[laughs] - mrs. chestney, ma'am. - you again.what you want? - we want to see lodgings. - lodgings? - i told you.i've been saving. i've got money. - all right. come on up.
go on. [baby crying] rent in advance of course.that's my policy. - we ain't saidwe'd take it yet. - oh, jemmy, i love it. - there's a viewfrom the window. - you call that chimney a view? - can we stay? - we'll take ittill this runs out.
- no racing up and down stairs. no shouting and no games,understood? this is a respectable house. - is it true, jemmy? are we really goingto live here? - not much of a view. we can't even see the river. - it's the best viewin the world. [clock bell tolls]
[rooster crows] - sun's getting up. so should you. sun's getting up. [water rushing] [rat squeaking] - oy! oy!get off me! what are you doing?
get off me!i ain't done nothing! [coughs and sputters] - still smells strong enoughto lift a roof. where did you find him,in a sewer? - exactly, molly.[laughs] - what's the princewant him for? - his new whipping boy.- poor lad. - [gasping] leave me alone.
i don't want these things. i ain't wearing these. - hold still, child. - i ain't staying here neither. my sister don't know where i am. - walter! - let me go! - easy, lad.behave yourself now. - you can't keep me here.
- tuck in your shirt, child. - [clears throat] - you again. - rat catcher,what's your name? - none of your business. - his name's jemmy,your majesty. - i'm clearing out. - but you can't,jemmy from the streets. you're my new whipping boy.
- not me. what's a whipping boy? - when father wants me punished, he'll have you whippedin my place. - you mean he'll whip meinstead of you? - of course.- gor. - it wouldn't be proper to whipa prince, would it? - why not? - me, the future king?
i've never been spankedin my life. and when you're whipped, you're to bellow good and loud,understood? - i'm not staying here. - yelp and bellow.those are my rules. furthermore, you're to bowwhen i enter a room. - yeah, pigs will fly first. get off me! oy!
[bangs on door] you can't lock me up! i ain't done nothing! let me out of here! but i ain't done nothing. jemmy, is that you? - no, i ain't him. - have you seen him, smudger? - no, i ain't seen him.
all i know is competition inthe sewers is considerable less. - i can't find him anywhere. - look, you ain't my sister,and i ain't got time for tikes. you see?time and rats waits for no man. [morose orchestral music] [birds chirping] - i assure you, he cannot possibly hearthe peacocks from there. - good, good.
now, this isa very delicate situation. lord chancellor,i want no mistakes to be made. - there is reallyno need to worry. - king phillip's ambassadorconfounds me, lord chancellor. he threatens me with war, yet he brings phillip'scourt painter to do a portraitof the queen mother. he encourages compromise yethe assumes inflexible positions. - yes, he's a very cleverand a very demanding gentleman,
your majesty, but perhaps he's only trying tothrow you off-balance. - i hope that is all it is. [rocks rustling] who dares spy on the king?show yourself. horace,what were you doing there? - i wanted to remind youof our chess game today, father. i've been working on my opening. - i'm sorry, horace, we will notbe having our chess game today.
i have to continue my talkswith the ambassador. - but you promised. - leave us, falkenhurst.i'll join you in a moment. - why can't you talk to the stupid ambassadorsome other time? - horace, you know we have hada continuing dispute with cousin phillipabout the borders between our two countries. - so?
- if i am to resolveour differences peaceably, it must be done quickly. - horace,you are not listening to me. - you always promise,and then you're too busy. - you are old enough to knowthat affairs of state take precedenceover royal recreation. - could we play tomorrow? - ambassador, welcome. will you walk with mein the garden?
- with pleasure,your majesty. [metal springs creaking] - i'm very pleased with cousinphillip for sending you along with the ambassador. everyone in brattenburghas heard of your genius. - oh, yes,and everyone has heard of the queen mother of brattenburg,your majesty. i was delightedwhen king phillip asked me to apply my poor talent
to cementing relationsbetween our countries. - well said, painter. horace, must you do that? - i'm bored. - princes are supposedto be bored. it's part of the burdenwe have to carry. - father canceledour chess game. - kings are not free to doeverything they wish. and tuck in your shirt.
- the head, your highness. - oh. - i never do anything i wish. - oh, go and do itsomewhere else. you're driving me mad. - [huffs] - what ever is the matterwith that child? [bells chiming] - let me in.i've got to see blind george.
- you better learn to fight ratsand bark. and that goes for the restof my esteemed clientele. you again? - blind george,you know where jemmy is? - likely out making a pauper out of some otherhonest entrepreneur. - well, he'll turn up.i'll keep me good eye out. - what's that foul odor? - milady.
[laughing] [menacing orchestral music] you want some garlic? - mr. billy. and mr. cutwater. - aye...with the goods too. - been working, i see. - how much you give us for that? - well, it's a fair piece.
where do you think it was made,do you think? - i don't know whereit was made, sir, but it hatched for usin the forest lane. - and the original owner? - used to wear his head on top. - it made him a mite muddledwhen we moved it. [laughter] [uproarious laughter] [fabric ripping]
[people chatting] - where is that infernal boy? - punctualityis the politeness of kings but not always of princes. [polite laughter] - true. - [sighs] are the new quartersto your liking, your excellency? - oh, yes, your majesty.
i can hardly hearthe peacocks now. - [laughs politely] - may i suggest we toastthe queen mother, whose loveliness has inspired me to the highest standardsin my art. - hear, hear. a toast to the queen mother. - the queen mother. all: the queen mother.
- you are all too kind. and to peace and tranquilityin our two great nations. - to rittenstat. - and brattenburg. all: to rittenstatand brattenburg. [conversations resume] - how dare you.where have you been? - helping the chef, father. [quirky orchestral music]
[applause] - a dish in your honor,excellency. [all screaming] - [shrieking] - what is this? [clattering and screaming] - [whimpering] - who's done this? - [screams]
- a curious embellishment for a delicate negotiation,your majesty. - and one that does not carrythe royal sanction. i assure your excellency,we are deeply embarrassed. fetch the whipping boy! - fetch the whipping boy! [footsteps approaching] [keys clattering] - come on, son, come on.
- heh.[scoffs] - you continue to trythe royal patience, horace. this time you havethoroughly offended king phillip's ambassador. and you know i will not standfor this kind of behavior. - let go of me. where are we going? [quietly]gor... - six strokes.
- as your majesty commands. - hey, what are you doing? you can't--ow! [intermittent smacking] [sulky orchestral music] - let this be a lesson to you. we have a kingdom to rule, and it's time you understoodyour place in it. - yes, father.
- here's for your pains,whipping boy. [coin jingles] - you didn't obey my rules! - i ain't springing no tearsfor you to gloat over. - you'll bawl rivers if i sayso, jemmy from the streets. - not by half i won't. - i'll have you thrown backin the gutters. - better there than here. - i suppose you hadall those fine clothes--
- i had me friends. - friends in the sewers? - more friends than you. - a prince doesn't need friends. [melancholy orchestral music] - [sniffling] - open the door! let me out! - give it up, lad.
- i won't stay here.they can't force me. - unfortunately, they can. i'm peckwit, the tutor tohis royal highness for my sins. and you're jemmy, the newwhipping boy, are you not? - not for long. - accept it, son. you'll be well-fedand clothed here. you can have an education. - but you don't understand, sir.
it's my sister, annyrose. she's all alone. she'll be worried sick. - morning, master peckwit. i'm late again. six strokes, do you think? - this once, i'll overlook it. now, do you haveyour writing book? - no, and i haven't evenpracticed my letters,
so that's...15 strokes at least. - your highness, one day,you will be king. and you can't so muchas write your own name. - what's the goodof being prince if i can't get someone to writemy name for me? - dismissed. - but i haven't been punished. - that's all right. i'd rather go ridingwith my father anyhow.
- [sighs]dismissed. that means you too. - he can't even writehis own name. - and you can, i suppose. - well, not so's to be proud of, but i did learn my letterswith my mum. rest in peace. you expect me to believe that? a boy from the streetswho can write?
- she also told menot to tell no lies. leastways not to gentlemen. - well, confound me, boy. you do know your alphabet. let me show you how to putthose in the proper order. then you can write a letter. - me?who to? - that sister you spoke of. i'll see she gets it.
- can i put this in so i knowshe can buy her vittles? - certainly.i'll get some fresh paper. - mrs. chestney?- yes. - a letter for miss annyrose. - i'll see she gets it. soon as she nips back home,all right? what have we here, my dearie? come in to quite a fortune,haven't we? little slip and the girlwill never know the difference.
[puffing] god helps those what help themselves,i always say. [all talking] - late as usual. - i can't be cross with youtoday, horace. i'm too happy.i have been immortalized. - [chuckles] - i'm looking forward to it,grandmamma.
- gentlemen of the courtof brattenburg, i reveal to you my masterwork, a portrait of the motherof your country. presented as a giftof friendship from king phillip by way ofhis distinguished ambassador who is with usfor this momentous occasion. and now... - [giggling] [all gasping]
- a unique boy. - once again,your excellency, please accept the apologiesof this court. [sighs heavily] - fetch the whipping boy. - fetchthe whipping boy! - [snortling] - 12 strokes. - 15.
- and let this bea lesson to you. [whip cracking] - i told you to yelp and bellow. - leave me alone! - you'll yelp and bellownext time if you know what's good for you. - never, never, never, never! - you will!- never! - you're the worst whipping boyi ever had.
[slams door] - whoa, dearie. i've got a letter for you. - a letter?all for me? - sealed right tight,you'll notice. - it has to be from jemmy. nobody else knows i'm alive. would you read it to me? - i never readother folks' mail.
i'll be needing your rentat the end of the week, dearie. you pay us upor out you go. - blind george! blind george!give this a look for me. - what is this, you say?you want me to read this? [grumbles]writing. no good can ever come of it. who knows what's in here? you know, the devil himselfmight have sent this.
you ever think of that? no, no, child, no.for your own good, no. - can't you read? - course i can read. i can read the lord's prayeron the head of a pin if i have a mind to. i get a pension from his majestyfor not seeing and that includes reading. - oh, please.it's from jemmy.
i know it is. - all right.let's see here. well, it says here... - why don't you useyour good eye? - because i'm saving it. it says, um... oh, yes, he ran off to sailacross the sea, jemmy has. - we don't have any sea. - well, he tooka boat downriver.
- jemmy can't even swim.he's feared of the water. - well, there's no needfor him to be, not with a stout shipunder his feet. wouldn't i know that? ha!20 years afloat, i was. he says here he'll be backone fine day with a fortune and in the meantime, you are to get your sleepand eat your vegetables. sends you his best.
- you can't read. - i can't read? sharper than a serpent's tooth is an ungrateful urchin. [hopeful orchestral music] - sir? sir, would you read this letterfor me? - get away from me,you little gutter snipe, or i'll have the guards on you.
- oh, would you, please? - oh, shush. - sir, i have your handkerchief. - thief! thief! - here you go. i was fixing to hand itback to you, and none too cleanit is neither. - you cheeky little strumpet!
she lifted my handkerchiefright out of my pocket. - i've done no such thing.it dropped out. i ain't fibbing. - well? - come along, my girl. - come along. - king's justice takesa dim view of thieves. - but i ain't a thief! let me go!
[uncertain orchestral music] [mischievous orchestral music] - your writing reallyis becoming impressive. you had a good teacherin your mother. [shoes clatter] [quill scratching] [knocks on door] [knocks harder] - enter.
- it's prince horace, father. - horace,what are you doing here? why are you dressed like that? shouldn't you beat your lessons? - look, father.new boots just like yours. - they're very splendid.wherever did you get them? - you ordered them, father,from the royal boot maker. - yes, yes, of course i did. - can we go riding?
- now? - please, can we? - not now, horace,there's much to be done. - this afternoon then. please? - i'll have the lord chancellorput it on my agenda. - promise? - without fail. - four yearsin waldbach prison.
next. [chair grinds against floor] your first offense, i see. - no, sir, i never stole nothingin me life. - confessionis good for the soul, child. and i have been knownto reduce sentence if only people will tell methe truth. - but i didn't nickthat hankie, sir. - we have a sworn affidavit here
from a most substantial citizenthat says otherwise. three years in waldbach prison. - but i didn't, sir. i didn't. - next, and quickly. - so da vinci's assumption was that if one could constructa winged apparatus that possessed the essentialqualities of a bird, one could duplicatethe phenomenon of flight.
- i have it, sir. - well, i'm not surethat mr. da vinci would approve. but i suppose we should try it. let it go. scientists must be daring. - look, sir! look! it's flying! - indeed it is. - here, look at that.
- go on.- ow. - come on, my girl. - i've got to get down there. let go of me!let me go! - jemmy, what is it, lad? - it's annyrose. that's my sister down there. - hardly, lad. those are prisoners,judged and sentenced
and on their wayto waldbach prison. jemmy, i think our first flightwas a great success. now... other designs of mr. da vinciare much more elaborate. - keep buffing them, walter, till they shine like father's. - a message from his majesty,your highness. i'm sorry to inform you,but the press of events has obliged his majestyto postpone your outing today.
- but he promised. - he did,and his majesty regrets, but he must ridewith the ambassador to discuss the counterproposalon boundaries. - he promised. [horse chuffs] - your excellency,we will ride by the river. i hope you like the stallionthat we've chosen. - ugh!
- your excellency. thank providence you are unhurt. who is responsible for this?how could this happen? - it must have been tampered. - goose grease? an insult to me and an affront tomy royal master, king phillip. - your excellency, once again, please acceptour most humble apologies.
- king phillip did not send meto collect royal apologies, your majesty. - what i took to bethe thoughtless conduct of an overly spirited boy seemsto have a disturbing pattern. - your excellency, i can assureyou, it is pure coincidence. - that is of no consequence now. diplomacy has failed. more drastic measuresmay be in order. i return to my countryimmediately.
- come here. do you understandwhat you have done? you have endangeredour entire kingdom. i thoughti was raising a prince. - father.- silence! i am at my limit, horace. there will be no whipping boyfor you this time. you yourself will beseverely punished. - punish me?- yes, you!
you are willful, spoiled, and not fit to inheritthis kingdom. now go to your chambers. [somber orchestral music] - how clever of himto use his son like that to humiliate us. it defies all conventionsof diplomacy. - the poxy brat. - why did you bring that?
- perhaps i can repair it. the horse is really good. - [scoffs] [hooves clomping] [horses whinnying] - what's happening?why are we stopping? - do you smell something? [gunshot] - stand and deliver.
- highwaymen. - and a pleasant evening to youfine gentlemen. today is your good fortune. you have been detained by them two world famouspaladins of the open road, hold-your-nose-billyand cutwater. i give you me congratulations. now, if you would be so kindas to pass down some of that expensive-lookingbaggage, me good man.
- ah. - excuse me, sir. do you know who i am? i think not. - [faintly]what...no... [door creaks] - whipping boy. wake up. hmm.
[metal clanging] so there you are. - what are you doing here? - i'm running away,and i need a manservant. - ain't gonna be me. my sister's in waldbach prison,and i'm going to get her out. - small matter to mewhere we go. - we ain't going nowhere. so leave me be.
- i know wherewaldbach prison is. i'll wager you don't. you stupid whipping boy, you'll never leave herewithout my help. i know how to get pastthe guards. well, bring the basket. - quiet.he'll hear you. - king's business, soldier. - open up!
[lively orchestral music] - how long we got to do this? i can't get me breath. - i think we're lost. - you told me you knew the wayback to waldbach prison. - that done it.i quit. from here on,i can go faster on me own. - wait, stay here.i command you. - you command nothing.
i only went along 'causeyou said you could help me find my sister. - if your sister'sin waldbach prison, she's a murderer or a thief. - she's neither one,and you run away your own self. - i command younot to leave me here alone. i command younot to leave me here alone! do you smell something bad? ow! get your hands off me!
- [laughing] - oy! what are you doing? - got me another one, mr. b.[laughing] - let me goor i'll have you flogged. - enough! i'll give you a cuffyou'll never forget. sparrows is all.food for pigs. - let me go. - now, now, now, young sir. a true gentleman of the roadis my friend billy here,
but a stickler for good manners. you don't be want to takingthe wrong side of him. - gor... oh, do you know it's billyand cutwater? - the very ones, young sir. famed in song, verse, and the annals of criminality. - hey. if nothing else,they got some fine victuals.
- leave that alone.that's our lunch. - la-di-da,saddle on a fine beast too. - bright plumage for sparrows. mayhap we have ourselvesa real prize here, mr. b. - what you'll haveis your heads in a basket if you don't let us go. i'm the crown prince. - and i'm the grand turnipof china. we've toppeda few ourselves, boy.
you better thinkon being more polite. - polite to rogues, scoundrels,and thieves? - you forgot vicious murderers. - but only in the line of duty. - still me! that there.it's the royal crest. - i told you, didn't i? - oh, dear. oh.
- we stole it. - there. but first you packeda pretty picnic basket, eh? - we stole that too. - i am not a thief,i tell you. i am prince horace, heir to the throneof brattenburg, and if you know what's goodfor you, you'll bow down. - a word, mr. b.
- aye. if you try to flee,it'll go hard on you. - the lad's tiresome enoughto be a prince. - what sort of a ransom,do you think? - weight in gold. - everyone agrees. that's the usual ransom,no more, no less. - 90 pound. - oh, you're a gooda weight and measure man
as ever there was, mr. b. i count on your discernment. - ah! 93. - oh, you couldn't get a fairerverdict in church, says i. round up, lads! we got grand plans for you. - we'll be dog rich, we will. - i'm not going in there. i demand you let me go!
- let you go? not likely, boy. - the first requirementfor seeking ransom, mr. b, is a ransom note, and that wouldpresent a difficulty. - didn't we stealan inkwell once? - last night. what we took off them toffs. paper... pens, ink, wax.
- the ones that hadthat painting of the lady and the horse. i like that. - there's a more vexing problem,mr. b. who's going to dothe scribblement? we can't write. - gentleman born though he is, mr. b nor inever did have much in the way of an education.
so, young sir,you'll write the ransom note. - i don't take ordersfrom villains and cutthroats. - now, think ofyour poor old dad. he'd be very much obligedto know you're safe and hearty. now do us that document, or i'll shoot off a toe or two and then your fingers and then your earsand then your nose! - mr. b, mr. b,you're frightening the poor lad.
now i'm sure if we just talk tohim real nice. - no. i won't. - he can't write. - oh, and crows don't caw. princes and the like are learnedto write when they're tots. now hop to it, boy. - he's right. i can't so much as scratchmy own name. - trying to pull the wool--- give it to me.
i'll write it.- you? - that's right. my whipping boy's a wizardwith letters. try him. - what are you thinking, mr. c? - there's something amiss here. the whipping boy writesand the prince don't? - i smelt it right off. they're trying to flummox usby taking each other's part.
- hmm. - now, no more playing usfor fools, you hear? certain as eggs is eggs,you're the prince. - him? he's my servant,an ignorant street boy. - ignorant? he can write. - my whipping boy ain't gotthe sense of a gnat. i'd be obliged if you sent himto the castle with the note,
so's i'd be shed of him. - you witless gutter snipe.how dare you? he's an imposter.i'm the prince. - not a peep.there's business being done. - now what we want is your royalhighness' weight in gold. that's exactly 93 pounds. - 93. 87 exactly. - we sticks with the 93.
now, make it known to the kingthat we're desperate men. - you'll...take...desperate measures if you don't get the ransom. - [laughs]that's the spirit. tell him we're dangerous men with reserved places in hell,you might say. - i refuse to be ransomedfor a paltry 93 pounds in gold. my father will payfar more than that. - you won't be ransom no ways.
if we didn't have use of youto carry that message, i'd wear your head for a hat. - perhaps there'sa better plan, mr. b. - you fool. can't you see i've gottheir brains so muddled they want toturn you loose? - i don't wish to go home. - this isn't some kind of lark. if you stay here,they'll kill you.
- keep the boysand send the horse. - this is a disaster. who knows what cousin phillip'sreaction will be? - nevertheless, your compromisewas well-received by his ambassador,your majesty. - lord chancellor,the ambassador left here aggrieved and insulted. i don't think he will recommendany plan of mine to phillip. - [clears throat]forgive me, sire.
- what is it? - we've searchedthe entire castle. there's not a signof his royal highness. - the prince didn't come tohis lessons, your majesty. - is that so unusual? i'm sureyou'll find him somewhere. - there's also a horse missingfrom your royal stables, sire. - and i'm afraid the whippingboy's gone too, sire. - yes, well, gentlemen,look again.
children often hidewhen they're sulking. i was a bit harshwith prince horace yesterday. i'm sure they'll turn up. now, where were we,chancellor? i don't know what movewe should make next. - your obedient son,prince 'orace-- - horace. - of brattenburg. - here!
- hey, hey! ow! - here. what we took offone of them toffs. ah, a seal gives it importance. [both laughing] [horse whinnying] - now you watch them boys.they're slippery. - i'll treat them likethey was me own
till we're ready to feed themto the bears. - dog rich! - hog rich. - how we going to keep frompickin' our own pockets? - too small. you stay if you want. when cutwater returns, you tell himi'm going to fetch him. - you'd leave me here alone?
your prince? - what was you saying? where's the prince? - my whipping boyis over there. - where? where is he? - in the straw. - ah, you little blaggard! come back here! - it's only the whipping boy.
i'm the prince. - hold, you treacherous brat! [growls] come back here, you-- [suspenseful orchestral music] stop and take your punishment! [gasping] you don't standa tinker's chance, boy. i got the eyes of a hawk.
[breathing heavily] nobody gives old cutwaterthe slip. [gasps] ah! back off! - ah! [bear growls] - jemmy. [quietly whimpering]
- [whispers]bear! a bear! [bear growling] the basket. drop the basket. drop the basket! come on! come on. quick!
[munching] you're thick as porridge. how did you get to be a prince? - i was born to it. - you peached on me too. - you were going to desert me. - i should have letthe bear eat you. [horse hooves clomping] - open the gates!
it's a royal horse! - eh...heh. - whoa, there.easy now. - i've decided to forgive youfor deserting me, whipping boy. - who cares?i'm on me way. - but i haven't dismissed youfrom my service. - i dismiss myself. - petunia. - look out.
petunia. come to betsy. petunia? i've got some comb honey,petunia. [gasps]the devil take me. - we mean you no harm, miss.we're lost. - are you lost coming fromor going to? - going to waldbach prisonto save my sister, annyrose. she's innocent.
- ain't we all? well, it's that waythrough the forest. just follow the river. - we couldn't find the river. - you two are on the wayto being hopeless. it's where it's always been. through the trees there,just follow it. - thanks, miss.- hold on. why ever were you hidinglike that?
- we were chasedby some villains and then a huge ferociousman-eating bear-- - a bear? a dancing bear? - well, he wasn't dancingwhen we saw him. he was over therehaving a picnic. - our picnic. - much obliged to you. - i recognize the ink,the paper.
and look, the royal sealof king phillip. i can't believe it. - sire, consider the language. did not the ambassador warn usof desperate measures when he left us so abruptly? - true enough. - and he hasa well-deserved reputation for using headstrong tactics. the conclusion is inescapable,your majesty.
the ambassador has kidnappedyour son. - but why?why would he ask for gold? - to embarrass our sovereign, to make a mockeryof our kingdom. he is using thisas a provocation. he has already intimated that king phillipis bent on war. - he made the poor boywrite it himself. - what are you talking about?
horace didn't write that. - of course he did, mother.here's his signature. - your son cannot write. - why didn't--why didn't you tell me? - your majesty,with all due respect, i tried. - shall i marshal the army,sire? - no.no, send out a patrol. try to intercept the ambassadorbefore he reaches the border. let us hope cousin philliphas no part in this
and there may yet bepeace. but above all, find my son. [horse whinnies] - whoa, now. mr. b. how come you ain't guardingthem boys? - they slipped away. - say what happenedor i'll pull your arms off. - i'm here to tell.
a huge creature, mr. b. the most fearsomei'd ever seen-- like a bear,but much, much larger. more like a hippopotamuswith fur, it was. - cutwater,you skinny lying scum! [regal orchestral music] - look! look! does that look like gold to you?
- more like troublefor the likes of us. - them boys foxed us good. - and you're the onethat let them run free. - the only thing to dois to get them again. only this time, we'll know how to treat 'em. - i'm hungry. - you're a prince. go order upa banquet somewheres.
- oh, i'm tired. - and i'm tired of hearing you. go home. - look out!soldiers! looking for us. - looking for you. they'll get mein the bargain. - ain't you had a snoutfulof this running away? why don't you justcall to them?
- i don't want to go home. [water burbling] - i didn't know you could catchfish with your hands. - do anything if you have to. [cheerful orchestral music] get it. - i've got it! i've got it! i've got it!oh! - yeah, i've got one.
- this is betterthan eating them. - i've got one! i've got one! take that! and that!and that! - that's it. that's it.that's it. give me a hand. - what do you want me to do? - blow.
- how am i supposedto know that? - you ain't got the senseof a flea. [fire crackling] - that wasn't a very nice thingto say. - what? - that i'm stupid. - i never said you were stupid. - that's what you meant. and just because i don't knowhow to make a fire
doesn't mean i'm stupid. - look, i was just trying to saythat if you want warm clothes and a fish supper,you better give me a hand. i'm sorryif i hurt your feelings. - it's okay. what kind of fish are these? - the kind you eat. they're trout. now help me clean them,or we'll never eat.
- why do you think your sister'sin waldbach prison? - not for doing no harmto no one, i can tell you. we taught her right from wrong. - who did? - me and me mum. - how come your motherdoesn't get her out? - winter fever carried her away. - mine was thrown by a horse.rest in peace. - your father must be havinga fit by now.
- i might as well be stuffedand hung on a wall like a stag's headfor all he notices me. - but you've got to go back.you're a prince. - i might never go back. this is the best timei've ever had. [wistful orchestral music] [sorrowful music] - you know, mama, he's becomingquite a good chess player. - who would have thoughti'd miss him so much?
- i know. - can't you walka little slower? - can't you walka little faster? - ♪ some say drinkingis a sin ♪ ♪ but tell mehow can that be true? ♪ - stop! stop! - whoa. whoa! - sir, would you takea passenger, please?
i need to get to waldbachto save my sister. - hop on up, lad. saving sistersis a serious business. i'm headed to the market theremyself with a load... a divine potato, sir. captain nips' speciality. these i've got in hereare the finest in the world. - stop! wait for me!stop!
- faster than anythingever grown. - and the skin protects youfrom the ague and the plague. - captain nips, sir,will you stop? we left me friend behind. - well, why didn't you say?we can't have that, can we? whoa, whoa! - "me friend"? - you lads, now there's twoof you, hop in the back. won't hurt the potatoes none.
there as trapped asa sailor's jaw. ♪ some say drinking's a sin ♪ - quit your grinning at me. - ♪ drinkin' has beenin this world ♪ ♪ forever and everamen ♪ [cuckoo calling] - hello, love. yeah. - dinner's up, ladies.
- oh, what you in for, dearie? - for not pinching a nose rag. - dinner.we get free food in here. isn't that grand? - come and get your slop. - i ain't eatingtill they admit i'm innocent. - here, gypsy, have you seen anyone like thison the road? - what are they wanted for, sir?
- that's the prince.can't you read? - no, no more's the pity. i never had the time. he reads a bit--signs and omens, you know. - look out! - please, your worship,put away the firearm. i did see the princenow that you mention it. - where? - in the royal carriage cuddledin his blessed mother's arms.
- why is it you can never getsense out of a gypsy? - because you're up there,your worship, and we're down here. - witless fool. [carriage clattering] - whoa! raise them high. - and be quick about it. - remember, it's me they want,not you.
- stand and deliver, i say. - what, potatoes?that's all i'm carrying. would you like themwith salt or pepper? - we're lookingfor two runaway apprentices. - ah, apprentice highwaymen. always something newin the world. - well, look what's here. the young whipping boy hisself. - now where is he?where's your master, huh?
- i don't know. - oh, you don't know, huh? how about i shake it outof your teeth? - i don't know, and i wouldn'ttell you if i did. - hah-ro.here's the potato we're after. come here, me young sir. come here. - that's enough now.layin' on mere boys. you'll dealwith captain benedict nips
of the queen's own--oof! - now, what did you writein that poxy letter, huh? - i don't get your meaning. - you don't, do you?well, you'd better begin to. that wasn't gold coming outof your old fella's castle. it was soldiers, soldiers! which means no goodfor the likes of us. - i don't have nothing--nothing to say. - i'm gonna lay a whippingon you you'll never forget.
now there's mayhap good reasonthe gentry don't whip their own. they got reasons for everythingthey do, even though some area mite peculiar. - aye.what do you think? - do what they do. whip the whipping boy. like the gentlemen that we are. - hey, stop it.put me down. ow, what are you doing?
let me go. - let him alone!i'm the prince. - and he's the whipping boy. you won't fox us again,young sir. we know what's proper. - why are you holding that boyupside down? - fits--gets terrible fits if we don't rush the bloodto his head. [groans, then laughs]
shake him again, mr. b. - have you seen the princeon this road? - what's he look like? - like a prince, you fool. - you mean with a crown and all? [galloping hooves] - [growls] - lay on hard. - don't tell them a thing.
i command you. - you command? you're no better than us. [whipping] - [whimpers quietly] - put a bit more sting into it,mr. c. you didn't raisea peep out of him. - what's going on here? [gasps in shock]
go on, sic them! - go on, cry out. i won't tell anyone. - shoot it! - no! [growls ferociously] - run! run! - yes!good girl.
- all right,where are we going? don't leave me here! wait! out of my way! - you should have given themwhat they wanted and cried out. - you never did. - fair enough. - where are they? i'll beat them red and blue.
i'll crack their coconuts. the blaggards. - [chuckles quietly]- where'd they go? [sniffling] betsy, is it you, eh, darling? - yes, it's me,and you can rest easy. petunia ran them offgood and proper. - a happy thing for themthey didn't have to contend with the captainof the queen's own.
i'd have paid them backten for one. - i've got heresome herbs and unguents. let me treat wherethey put those stripes on you. - oh, sweet betsy. light of my eyes.where you been? i looked for you at the fairat grassport. i keep losing you, darling,so... marry me,and you'll have potatoes every day for the restof your life.
- don't be daft. - [laughs] - excuse me, i am grateful, but we got to get to waldbachright away. is it straight down the road? - oh, bless you, boy. aren't we all going there? [peaceful orchestral music] [boys chatting indistinctly]
just past the cathedral, boys.you can't miss it. both: thanks. [bear grumbles] - [singing indistinctly] - come on, miss, come on. clear the way.clear the way. - well, we're here. [knocks on window] - what do you want?
- my little sister's in there.i need to see the governor. - [chortles] - [knocks] - well?- please, sir. my sister's only eight years ofage, and she's innocent. - innocent?[chortles] - jemmy, let me see to it. [bangs on window] open up!
- what now? - i command you to allow usto enter. i am your prince. - prince of ragamuffins.clear out! - i'm the missing prince horace,and i demand you to let us in. - ha! - let my sister out! annyrose? annyrose!
- jemmy, we'll thinkof something. i know we will. - i've lost my sister for good. and it's me own fault. - i know a way. - i do. i'll ask my fatherto pardon annyrose. a king can pardon anyone. - you'd do that?
but you'd have to go backto the castle. - royalty can't always dowhat it wishes. [conversations hush] - the royal treasurybut no credit. there's a good lad. we need some stuff. - and what have you got for me? - nothing. - more in the nature of a loanbetwixt gentlemen.
- and what would this loanbe for, may i ask? - horses. - well, of course. you can see it would beembarrassing in your professionnot to have any. would it be impolite to askwhat prospects do you have for repaying this loan? not that i have any doubts,you understand, but what are your prospects?
- show him, mr. b. we had the young prince heretwice in our hands. but he give us the slip. but we aims to get him again. this other lad hereis his whipping boy. - aye, and we whipped himgood too, when the prince give us trouble. - you flogged this boy? - aye, the whipping boy.
it's the way the mucky-mucksdoes it. - gentlemen, this is the princeyou whipped. the other is a street boyfrom around these parts here. - we flogged the wrong boy. - and no greater offensethere is in the kingdom. now if you wouldn't mindleaving, boys, i prefer to hang for somethingi done. - we whipped the prince. - ah, mr. b,that's a good one.
- we flogged the prince.- [laughing] - we flogged the prince. that little rat tellshis father, there's no place to hide. - but a prince has always got toreturn to his castle. now, if we could be there to lay our hands on him ... - and wring their chicken necks. - no one will ever know.
we do think alike, don't we? ever since i got this shotin me smeller, i knew we'd make a fine pair. [ominous orchestral music] - we're almost there. [screams] - i got you now. - stop them! they're thieves!
gah! you idiot. come back here. - come back here! - pallets for sale! - come back here,you rats. - stop them boys. stop them boys. - stop there! - [yells][both scream]
- this way! - [yelling] - hurry up! down here! - in there! - there they are. - go on. - they're catching up.i can hear them. - keep running!
- come on, cutwater. - right behind you, mr. b. - there, that one's dark. - no, not there.that's the brewery rats. - so? you're a rat catcher. - not these.everyone's afraid of them. they get big on malt and barley,and they're real mean drunks. - i don't like this place. - how do you like hung, drawn,and quartered?
[metal scraping] [whispering]no. they're hidingin the darker one. - [shouting indistinctly] [both yelling] - hey! state your business. - look closely at me, soldier. i'm prince horace returned.
- bless me.it is you. open the gates. it's the prince. open the gates! - prince!it's the prince! - general, prepare my horse. i ride with the advance guard. we depart within the hour. falkenhurst,i want an emissary sent
to king phillip immediately. tell him i expect my son to beturned over to me at the border, otherwise i will invade. i want no excuses, no delays. horace. - hello, father. - what have they done to you? i'll have their heads for this.prepare for war! - without delay, your majesty.
- show no mercyto these kidnappers. - but i wasn't kidnapped. i ran away. - you ran away? - i thought you wouldn't noticethat i was gone. - but why? how could you possiblythink that? i think i should know the answerto that question. but you've come home now.
that's all that matters. - father.- no, no. i think i should sendthe soldiers home now. what do you think? - i'm sorry, father,for all the trouble i've caused. - no, no. [sighs]i'm sorry, because you see, i'd forgotten what it's liketo be 12 years old
and the son of a king. with this treaty,our border dispute is resolved. cousin phillip has agreedthat it would be shameful for us to destroy what our fatherstook so long to create, a point that seemed to have beenlost on his ambassador. and now bring me the young roguewho stole away our son in the middle of the night-- - but your majesty, i never-- - and brought him backa better son.
- to a better father. nevertheless,bring me the whipping boy. - father, he's my friend. - and the best friendyou've ever had. so there'll beno more whipping boys. [audience chatters] - but what about my sister? - i'm coming to that. as a result of the obviousinjustice she has suffered,
annyrose shall be givena full pardon. - no. - no?what is this, child? - i don't want no pardon. i am innocentand nothing less. very well.i declare you innocent. - i accept, your majesty. - unusual child. - i now proclaim you bothmembers of the royal household.
show them to their chambers,horace. - gor...lodgings. - come on, annyrose. [uplifting orchestral music]
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