King Richard the Third
1452—1485
King Richard the Third
1452—1485
Bosworth Field, 1485. Future site of Tesco Supermarket #471.
The king who broke his back to pave the way for English reform, and got cemented into history.
EXT. BOSWORTH FIELD—DAYTIME
Mud. Metal. Monarchy.
KING RICHARD III sits astride his horse. Crown tilted left. Spine curved right. Saddle compensates… Badly.
Both armies stand perfectly aligned, two rows of steel hats facing each other. No one moves, except the fluttering flags: the white rose of York and the red dragon of Henry Tudor.
SOLDIER (impatient)
Can we fight yet, my liege?
RICHARD
Let me get off my horse first.
He fumbles with the stirrups.
Silence. A distant sneeze.
Richard sticks the landing. Barely.
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SMASH CUT TO EXT. LEICESTER PARKING LOT, 2012—DAYTIME
A supermarket construction site. A yellow excavator idles. A plastic grocery bag drifts by like a tumbleweed.
An ARCHAEOLOGIST crouches in a shallow pit, holding a crusty spine resembling an Anglo-Saxophone.
ASSISTANT
So… he was under a parking lot the whole time?
ARCHAEOLOGIST (softly)
Five hundred years of royal legacy.
Beat.
ARCHAEOLOGIST
No crown. No ceremony. Just bones and shitty urban planning. And someone reversed a Ford Focus over his pelvis.
⸻
FLASH TO: BOSWORTH FIELD, RICHARD’S FINAL MOMENTS
RICHARD drops to his knees, bitter.
ENEMY SOLDIER
Any last words?
RICHARD
Stab me from the left. My good side’s already ruined.
Beat.
RICHARD
Oh, while you’re at it, tell the Tudors they can kiss my concave ass.
⸻
INT. MUSEUM—PRESENT DAY
A TOURIST MOM reads aloud a small placard under a twisted skeleton in a glass case:
HERE LIES KING RICHARD III
Politically (and orthopedically) crooked.
Reinterred with honors after several centuries
beneath a Tesco Supermarket parking lot.
KID (frowning)
Was he a baddie?
MOM
No, sweetie. Just English.
⸻
FINAL SHOT: RICHARD’S GHOST
Hovering above the parking lot. His back still crooked, even in the afterlife.
RICHARD (dry)
Finally, land that's actually mine.
CAMERA TILTS DOWN TO A BLUE WHEELCHAIR STENCIL PAINTED FRESH OVER HIS GRAVESITE.
He dissolves into a plastic Tesco grocery bag… and floats away.
King Richard the Third
1452—1485
Bosworth Field, 1485. Future site of Tesco Supermarket #471.
The king who broke his back to pave the way for English reform, and got cemented into history.
EXT. BOSWORTH FIELD—DAYTIME
Mud. Metal. Monarchy.
KING RICHARD III sits astride his horse. Crown tilted left. Spine curved right. Saddle compensates… Badly.
Both armies stand perfectly aligned, two rows of steel hats facing each other. No one moves, except the fluttering flags: the white rose of York and the red dragon of Henry Tudor.
SOLDIER (impatient)
Can we fight yet, my liege?
RICHARD
Let me get off my horse first.
He fumbles with the stirrups.
Silence. A distant sneeze.
Richard sticks the landing. Barely.
⸻
SMASH CUT TO EXT. LEICESTER PARKING LOT, 2012—DAYTIME
A supermarket construction site. A yellow excavator idles. A plastic grocery bag drifts by like a tumbleweed.
An ARCHAEOLOGIST crouches in a shallow pit, holding a crusty spine resembling an Anglo-Saxophone.
ASSISTANT
So… he was under a parking lot the whole time?
ARCHAEOLOGIST (softly)
Five hundred years of royal legacy.
Beat.
ARCHAEOLOGIST
No crown. No ceremony. Just bones and shitty urban planning. And someone reversed a Ford Focus over his pelvis.
⸻
FLASH TO: BOSWORTH FIELD, RICHARD’S FINAL MOMENTS
RICHARD drops to his knees, bitter.
ENEMY SOLDIER
Any last words?
RICHARD
Stab me from the left. My good side’s already ruined.
Beat.
RICHARD
Oh, while you’re at it, tell the Tudors they can kiss my concave ass.
⸻
INT. MUSEUM—PRESENT DAY
A TOURIST MOM reads aloud a small placard under a twisted skeleton in a glass case:
HERE LIES KING RICHARD III
Politically (and orthopedically) crooked.
Reinterred with honors after several centuries
beneath a Tesco Supermarket parking lot.
KID (frowning)
Was he a baddie?
MOM
No, sweetie. Just English.
⸻
FINAL SHOT: RICHARD’S GHOST
Hovering above the parking lot. His back still crooked, even in the afterlife.
RICHARD (dry)
Finally, land that's actually mine.
CAMERA TILTS DOWN TO A BLUE WHEELCHAIR STENCIL PAINTED FRESH OVER HIS GRAVESITE.
He dissolves into a plastic Tesco grocery bag… and floats away.
King Richard the Third
1452—1485
Bosworth Field, 1485. Future site of Tesco Supermarket #471.
The king who broke his back to pave the way for English reform, and got cemented into history.
EXT. BOSWORTH FIELD—DAYTIME
Mud. Metal. Monarchy.
KING RICHARD III sits astride his horse. Crown tilted left. Spine curved right. Saddle compensates… Badly.
Both armies stand perfectly aligned, two rows of steel hats facing each other. No one moves, except the fluttering flags: the white rose of York and the red dragon of Henry Tudor.
SOLDIER (impatient)
Can we fight yet, my liege?
RICHARD
Let me get off my horse first.
He fumbles with the stirrups.
Silence. A distant sneeze.
Richard sticks the landing. Barely.
⸻
SMASH CUT TO EXT. LEICESTER PARKING LOT, 2012—DAYTIME
A supermarket construction site. A yellow excavator idles. A plastic grocery bag drifts by like a tumbleweed.
An ARCHAEOLOGIST crouches in a shallow pit, holding a crusty spine resembling an Anglo-Saxophone.
ASSISTANT
So… he was under a parking lot the whole time?
ARCHAEOLOGIST (softly)
Five hundred years of royal legacy.
Beat.
ARCHAEOLOGIST
No crown. No ceremony. Just bones and shitty urban planning. And someone reversed a Ford Focus over his pelvis.
⸻
FLASH TO: BOSWORTH FIELD, RICHARD’S FINAL MOMENTS
RICHARD drops to his knees, bitter.
ENEMY SOLDIER
Any last words?
RICHARD
Stab me from the left. My good side’s already ruined.
Beat.
RICHARD
Oh, while you’re at it, tell the Tudors they can kiss my concave ass.
⸻
INT. MUSEUM—PRESENT DAY
A TOURIST MOM reads aloud a small placard under a twisted skeleton in a glass case:
HERE LIES KING RICHARD III
Politically (and orthopedically) crooked.
Reinterred with honors after several centuries
beneath a Tesco Supermarket parking lot.
KID (frowning)
Was he a baddie?
MOM
No, sweetie. Just English.
⸻
FINAL SHOT: RICHARD’S GHOST
Hovering above the parking lot. His back still crooked, even in the afterlife.
RICHARD (dry)
Finally, land that's actually mine.
CAMERA TILTS DOWN TO A BLUE WHEELCHAIR STENCIL PAINTED FRESH OVER HIS GRAVESITE.
He dissolves into a plastic Tesco grocery bag… and floats away.
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innovation engine.
Build for edge cases first; the mainstream will follow.
Meet my partners who are part of making the future inclusive.
Accessibility is the
innovation engine.
Build for edge cases first;
the mainstream will follow.
Meet my partners who are part of making the future inclusive.
