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but you're wrong.

- I'm starving!

- What do you want me to do?

Someone's gotta do something!

Listen to me.

Damn your Templar vows!

It was my vows

that made me what I am.

It was my Order that brought me here.

And by God's good grace,

it will be the Templars

that save your life.

Where are you going?

Why are you leaving?

Why would he leave?

My Lady, you were with him last.

Did he say why he left?

You go to your chamber.

Now.

No.

I'll kiss the Bishop's arse

if he comes back.

You're gonna have to kiss a king's arse,

Becket, cos they're coming back again.

- it's Thomas!

- Open the gates!

Becket, get him!

Get him, Becket!

Come oh! Quickly! Help him!

Get the sacks. The sacks!

- Come on!

- Hurry!

- Run!

- Close the portcullis!

What was you thinking, Templar?

He's stolen the king's food.

I've never seen such a thing!

You are relieved of your command, Captain.

Get back in your rowboat and go home.

- I'm not leaving without my men!

- Oh yes, you are!

And I will tell you why.

The Pope has had a change of heart.

What do you say?

I say that when your pathetic little army

arrives back at your houses,

you will find your lands Christianised.

Your sons enslaved to the Church

and your wives serving new husbands.

You did not speak to the Pope

of my lands?

Why in God's name

would I do that?

Take this castle, Tiberius!

And if you do not, you will be sailing

home to quite a different world.

Well, Marshal, you sure know

how to pick a bit of shank.

Better than

three months of horse meat.

I'll stick with the pig.

Then what?

I'll eat you.

Oh!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

So, Squire...

you can read words?

And write them too?

What's your full name?

Jedediah Coteral.

Jedediah Coteral.

Jedediah Coteral.

Yeah.

I've never seen it written before. Huh.

Hm.

It's too quiet.

Check the far wall.

To the battlements! Attack!

Cover the west wing.

West wing! Come on!

- Watch out!

- To the right!

Help me!

The gates! The gates!

Where's Marshal?

Fight, Guy! Fight!

Baron!

Aargh!

Baron!

Don't move. Be still.

- Hold the keep.

- You can't die.

You can't die. Stay alive!

You hear me?

Hold the keep! Go! Go!

Yaargh!

Phipps!

- Come here!

- Hold the gates!

I've got it. I've got it.

Come on, to the gates!

Hold!

All in! All in!

Stand fast!

Shield wall!

Shields. Shields up!

Up!

Brace yourselves.

Ready! Ready!

- Isabel!

- Get inside!

Now!

- We have to get to the Baron!

- To the keep!

- We can't leave him!

- He's gone, all right?

Hold the steps! Hold the steps!

Come on!

Marshal!

Pull him down!

Marshal!

Come on!

Get it off! Get it off!

Get back, behind the portcullis!

Come on!

They have prisoners.

Boy!

Good afternoon, Baron.

Did you find my castle to your liking?

It's the people's castle now.

You said he was gone.

Those two.

Cut off their hands and feet.

- No.

- No!

No!

No!

Now, Baron,

I want my keep back.

- At my command!

- No!

- They'll never surrender.

- Really?

Do it!

Do something!

We hold the keep.

My arse, your stinking castle!

Aaargh!

Aargh!

God damn you, you murdering whore!

Isn't that the king I am?

You betray all that's meant to be king.

You betray God!

I betray God?!

My crown was passed to me by my brother,

and my father before him.

I was born to be a king!

It is my birthright!

Given to me by God!

You cry for the common man

and in the same breath

you curse the crown that protects him!

You dare to question my reign...

and the lineage of Kings

who have reigned before me?!

The great amaranthine royalty

of Aquitaine...

..who forged this land

from barbarian hordes

and made it noble and pure!

Who gave it order, meaning,

and even faith...

to thousands of years of loyal subjects!

And it is all now questioned by you!

And we are forced

to sign your precious Magna Carta,

forced by you, a wool merchant!

I am the blood!

I am God's right hand!

And you will never

dictate to me how I am to be a king!

Now, Baron.

Which hand did you touch me with?

Hold his hand down.

Hold his right hand down!

This is not something you should see.

Aargh!

Tell your rebels to open the gate, Albany!

No surrender!

- No surrender!

- Put his other hand up! Do it!

Do it!

Aargh!

We hold, Baron!

We hold!

Put his feet up. Put his feet up!

Cornhill!

You will yield to your king!

Or, as God hears me,

your head is on a spike!

Now, that monster that they've made,

strap his carcass to it.

Strap him to it!

Heave!

There's no one coming, is there?

My scouts report

the French have left Calais.

They'll be at our back within days.

Do you know that when I was a child,

I once secretly ate every urn

of my father's beloved honey peaches.

And the next day...

he brought before me a servant girl

that he had accused of the crime.

And he placed her hand on the table,

and he drew his knife...

..and he delivered the punishment.

And that night,

unable to contain my shame,

I confessed to him that it was I,

his son,

who had committed the crime.

Do you know what his response was?

He said, "l know.

"l know.

"And that is why I only cut off her finger.

"You see, John,

any action against the throne

"must be punished ruthlessly.

"For that is the only way

to maintain the absolute power...

"..of a king."

When they come,

you must demand to see the King.

I want nothing from him.

Not even mercy.

I broke my vow, Isabel.

I have betrayed God's trust.

What we did was a sin.

Stop hiding...

behind vows and commandments.

The vows speak of loyalty

and abstinence and murder, but...

why never love, Thomas?

The vows of the Order...

..protect my soul from the blood

I've spilt in God's name.

It was the Church

that made you do those things.

It was the Templars that gave you a sword

and the name of God to wield it.

It was the Templars that made you kill.

Who were you before them?

What was so bad about that man then

that makes you resist your desires now?

Thomas...

I am not a sin.

Sire? Sire?

Your engineer, sire.

The mine is ready.

Will it work?

- it's right under the keep's foundations.

- Ah.

Then take note.

To my justiciar, send to me 40 pigs.

The least good for eating.

Deliver that at once.

Come on! Hurry up! Move it!

That's it.

- Where you going?

- I'm going to plead for terms.

No!

What else is there to do?

We hold.

We hold for What? The French?

They're not coming.

- I'll ask for terms.

- No!

We swore an oath. An oath!

To Albany. To England.

Your oath is worthless.

Magna Carta is worthless.

The Church has annulled it.

Whatever happens here is meaningless.

No. No. Wait!

- That's enough, Squire.

- Becket?

Your boy here

tried to take the old man's head off.

Becket, leave him be.

Now, Guy...get away from him.

- Now.

- Or what?

You'll kill me?

- Guy...

- Shut up!

Baron de Albany

gave his life for his beliefs.

What have you given for yours?

Coward.

There's no salvation to this end.

Our souls...

are damned.

You are not a coward.

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