Ironclad

England, in the year 1215,

had been under the reign

of King John for 16 years.

The most villainous

of England's monarchs,

John was renowned

for losing wars with France,

levying punitive taxes,

and sleeping with the wives of barons.

The barons finally rebelled

against their king,

and became locked

in a bloody civil war

lasting for over three years

and decimating both armies.

In time, the Knights Templar

were drawn into this conflict.

With the help of

these highly trained warrior monks,

King John and his royal army

were eventually defeated.

It was agreed that John

could remain on the throne,

on one condition...

that he would sign a document

upholding the rights and privileges

of all free men,

but ultimately limiting

the power of the monarchy.

Make it count.

The Magna Carta

was sealed at Runnymede

on the 15th of June

in the year of our Lord 1215.

It will be remembered

throughout history.

What is not remembered

is what King John did next.

Sire?

Sire?

It's time.

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

England welcomes you.

Does the Pope hold his word?

Oh, how have faith,

Captain Tiberius.

His Eminence

is waiting to hear you hold to yours.

The Church will stay out of your lands,

you have his word.

We'll get your country back.

What say you?

Abbot Marcus.

We seek shelter from the storm.

Open the gates!

Come and help.

What business do you have here?

Our business is with God at Canterbury.

We need only shelter.

Shelter you shall have. Food also.

You treat the Lord's servants well.

You wear the mark of the Templars,

yet you carry no swords.

These men have no more need to fight.

Templars masking their faith

and travelling without swords.

How noble!

As God is our witness, Baron,

these men have nothing to hide.

Abbot, save your benedictions.

The Templars fought against the King.

Now you sleep in a king's castle.

These men have plenty to hide.

You there. What say you?

They say nothing.

They hold vows of silence.

Templars without tongues.

Very well.

Just be gone by the morning.

Back inside!

Marshal.

When I accept guardianship over men

who take the vows of silence,

I'm also informed of what led them to me

in the first place.

I know the Templars

placed a heavy burden on you.

I know you're deeply scarred.

The cross on your tunic

is a symbol

of your faith in God's will.

It should not be full of the torment

it now bears upon your soul.

When we arrive at Canterbury,

I'm requesting your leave from

the Order of the Knights Templar.

Garrison men!

King John!

Men, to the gates!

It's the King!

Open the gates for the King!

Psst!

Marshal, did you see royal colours?

Is that your hand, Darnay?

Forced, Your Highness.

The barons threatened my life,

forcing me to sign it and betray you.

I know the feeling.

Hang him!

This insanity must cease.

Open the door.

His quarrel is not with us.

If you three stand before the King,

there will be nothing but death.

What good fortune, Darnay.

It seems you will have your last rites.

My Lord, Templars.

He's travelling en route

to Canterbury with Templars.

To what do I owe the pleasure

of the Church visiting my castle?

We were in the storm, sire.

Baron Darnay granted us your hospitality.

- We?

- My fellow priests.

Ah, yes, I heard.

Templars.

Sire, we entered your castle

as unarmed men. We seek no fight.

Are you aware, Abbot,

that your kind stood at Runnymede

and forced my signature,

and now you sleep under my roof?

Your Highness,

we travel to Canterbury

with simple articles of faith.

I ask your mercy that we may pass.

And I will grant you the same mercy

that the Church and the barons

of this country bestowed unto me.

"Do unto others",

isn't that right, Abbot?

Tiberius!

Don't let him go!

Ride!

There is worth...

..in every death.

And I will see it now in yours.

- You saw the King?

- Yes. And he saw me.

Mm.

I didn't imagine that even he

was capable of such cruelty.

Abbot Marcus was the finest of men.

Tell me, why did he request

that you leave the Order?

- Your Grace, I did not wish to be dismissed.

- But that's not what I asked.

You were in the Holy Lands?

Hm. Some men have returned

from defending our faith

only to find themselves questioning it.

Now you must ask yourself,

Thomas...

what is in your heart?

Rebellion or revenge.

I suppose it makes no difference

as the King has the devil in his.

I don't care if he's talking

to the Pope! I have to see him now!

And as we speak of the devil...

My Lord Archbishop.

They told me about Darnay.

We took John at his word...

and now he raises a b*tch's army

with God's teeth.

I'll bow to no king with piss for blood!

Baron William de Albany,

Brother Thomas Marshal.

Brother Thomas

comes directly from Darnay Castle.

You must forgive our Baron,

his tongue is not always so profane.

Now, you should know

that Rome sides with the King.

And the Pope would bless

what the King did to Abbot Marcus?

More or less.

I am to be excommunicated

for writing Magna Carta.

- How long have we got?

- God knows.

Your Grace, this...

..king...must be stopped.

I cannot, in all honesty,

ask you to fight, Thomas,

but if you choose to take up

your sword, you have my blessing.

It's a good omen.

God is with us.

Prince Louis has an army

may be persuaded to join us.

Asking the French for help...

that's cursing the blind for the wicked.

If John takes the Dover Road to London

he has to cross the Medway here

at Rochester.

I'll seize Rochester Castle.

Delay them. That'll give you time

to negotiate with the French.

We have no force to fight the King.

I have a few men I can count on.

Absolutely not. Suicide is a sin

in the eyes of the Church, Baron.

Your Grace,

I'm afraid I only see one thing.

From Rochester, the King

is able to dispatch his troops and supplies

all over the country.

It is his keystone.

Without it we will not stop him.

All my sins to this.

May God protect what we are about to do.

Guy!

Squire!

I want you to ride back.

No. I know how to fight.

You see how he talks to me?

Have you ever killed a man, Squire?

Eh?

- Then you will learn, it is not a noble thing.

- Not even when it's for freedom?

Not even when it is for God.

Hah!

Look at you!

Any one of you throws

a turd or a bean, I'll get you!

And you know I will! Yargh!

- Where's the butchers?

- Over there.

I'll remember your faces!

Sheep shears!

They're sharp! Sharp sheep shears!

- I'm looking for Daniel Marks.

- Wait here.

Marks!

Whatever it is or how much...

- just get me out of here, Baron.

- Done. Where's de Lacy?

- He went back to Poitou.

- Becket?

You don't want him.

Templars.

They've come back.

Here. You may need protection.

Get up.

I said, get up!

You sack of sh*t!

Billy.

What told me I'd see you?

What's with the altar boy?

Billy all tied up with God again?

- This is not our man.

- Hoy!

I'm his man,

don't you worry about that.

If he pays me enough,

I'll split the gut of any man alive.

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