The Lion In Winter Script - Dialogue
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Henry:
How was your crossing?
Did the channel part for you?
Eleanor:
It went flat when I told it to.
I didn't think to ask for more.
How dear of you to let me out of
jail.
Henry:
It's only
for the holidays.
Eleanor:
Like
school, you keep me young.
Here's gentle Alais.
No, greet me as you used to.
Fragile I am not.
Affection is a pressure I can bear.
Oh, but I do have handsome children.
John, you're so clean and neat.
Henry takes good care of you.
And Richard. Don't look sullen, dear. It makes
your eyes go small and piggy...and your chin look weak.
Geoffrey.
Is Philip here yet?
Richard:
Not yet.
Eleanor:
Let's
hope he's grown up like his
father...
Simon pure and Simon simple...
good, good, Louis.
If I had managed sons for him
instead of all those little girls,
I'd still be stuck
with being queen of France,
and we should not have known each other.
Such, my angels, is the role of sex in history.
That will be Philip.
Where's Henry?
Richard:
Upstairs
with the family whore.
Eleanor:
That's a
mean and tawdry way
to talk about your fiancee.
Richard:
My fiancee. Whosever fiancee.
Eleanor:
I brought her up, and she is dear to me and gentle.
He still plans to make John king. Of course he does.
My, what a greedy little trinity
you are... king, king, king.
Two of you must learn to live with disappointment.
Henry:
Ah, but which two?
Eleanor:
Let's deny them all and live
forever.
Henry:
Tusk to tusk through all
eternity.
Ah, my boys.
The king of France and I will
shortly have a tactile conversation,
like two surgeons
looking for a lump.
We'll state positions, and I'll make
the first
of many offers. He'll refuse it,
naturally.
I'll make a better one, and so on
through the holidays until I win.
For the duration of this joyous ritual
you will give to your father your
support.
My lord!
Philip:
Your grace!
Henry:
Welcome to chinon.
Ah, that's better.
I was told you were impressive
for a boy of .
Eleanor:
I'm Eleanor, who might have been
your mother.
Philip:
queen Eleanor.
Eleanor:
All the others here you know.
Henry:
I gather you're disturbed
about your sister and her dowry.
Philip:
Sixteen years ago you made a
treaty with us.
It is time its terms were executed.
Henry:
I should think so.
Philip:
Our position comes to this:
That you will either hold the
marriage or return the Vexin.
Alais marries Richard, or we'll
have the county back at once.
Henry:
That's clear, concise and well
presented.
My position... well, frankly, Philip,
it's a tangle.
Two years ago, the queen and I...
for reasons passing understanding...
gave the Aquitaine to Richard.
That makes Richard very powerful.
How can I give him Alais too?
The man she marries has you for an ally.
Philip:
It's their wedding or the Vexin back.
Those are the terms you made with
Louis.
Henry:
True, but academic, lad.
The vexin's mine.
Philip:
By what authority?
Henry:
It's got my troops all over
it. That makes it mine.
Now, hear me, boy.
Philip:
I am a king. I am no man's boy.
Herny:
A king?
Because you put your ass on purple cushions?
Philip:
Sir.
Henry:
Philip.
You haven't got the feel of this at all, lad.
Use all your voices. When I bellow, bellow back.
Philip:
I'll mark that down.
Herny:
This too:
We are the world in small.
A nation is a human thing.
It does what we do, for our
reasons.
Philip:
Surely if we're civilized,
we can put away the knives.
Henry:
We can make peace.
We have it in our hands.
Philip:
I've tutors of my own.
Will that be all?
Henry:
Oh, think. You came here for a
reason. Don't you
want to ask me if I've got an offer?
Philip:
Have you got an offer?
Henry:
Not yet, but I'll think of one.
Oh, by the way, you're better at this
than I thought you'd be.
Philip:
I wasn't sure you'd noticed.