The Lion in Winter Page #5

Just to talk.

We haven't been alone,

the two of us, in...

how long is it, lamb...

two years?

You look fit.

War agrees with you.

I keep informed. I follow all

your slaughters from a distance.

Do sit down.

Is this an audience, a good-night

hug with kisses or an ambush?

Let's hope it's a reunion.

Must you look so stern?

I sent for you to say

I want your love again,

but I can't say it

to a face like that.

My love, of all things.

What would you want it for?

Why, for itself. What

other purpose could I have?

You will tell me

when you're ready to.

I scheme a lot, I know.

I plot and plan.

That's how a queen

in prison spends her time.

But there is more to me

than that.

Can't I say I love a son

and be believed?

If I were you,

I'd try another tack.

I've no dammed up floods of passion for

you. There's no chance I'll overflow.

You're a dull boy, dull as plainsong.

La-la-la, forever on one note.

I gave the church up out of

boredom. I can do as much for you.

You'll never give me up,

not while I hold the Aquitaine.

You think I'm motivated by love of hills

and dales? I think you want it back.

You're so deceitful, you can't

ask for water when you're thirsty.

We could tangle spiders

in the webs you weave.

If I'm so devious,

why don't you go?

Don't stand there

qulvering in limbo.

Love me, little lamb,

or leave me.

Leave you, madam?

With pure joy.

Departure's a simple act. You put the

left foot down, and then the right.

Mother! Hush, dear. Mother's fighting.

Father's finished working out

the treaty terms.

How nice.

Where is your father?

Ah, there you are.

Well, have you

put the terms to Philip?

Not yet, but we're shortly granting him

an audience. I hope you'll all attend.

Are we to know the terms,

or would you rather tease us?

Not at all. The terms are... what are

you giving to Philip, what of mine?

Whatever you've got goes to me. And

what's the nothing Geoffrey gets?

My God, boys,

you can't all three be king.

All three of us can try.

That's pointless now.

I want you to succeed me,

Richard.

Alais and the crown...

I give you both.

I've no sense of humor.

If I did, I'd laugh.

- I mean to do it.

- What about me?

I'm your favorite.

I'm the one you love.

I'm sorry, John.

I can't help myself.

Could you keep anything I gave you?

Could you beat him in the field?

You could.

John, I won't be there.

I'm losing too.

All my dreams for you are lost.

You've led me on.

I never meant to.

You're a failure as a father.

You know that? I'm sorry, Johnny.

Not yet, but I'll do something

terrible, and you'll be sorry then.

Did you rehearse all this,

or are you improvising?

Good God, woman,

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