King Arthur: Legend of the Sword Page #2

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and you keep interrupting.

Anyway,

I don't have any coffers.

Once you've taken your share

and I've looked after the weak

and needy, I'm left broke.

Mike and the furs.

So we're back to that story,

are we now, Jack?

What are you doing, Mike?

Sharing the wealth.

Don't pass it to me, Mike. It doesn't

work like that. Give it to Wet Stick.

I'm Back Lack. What are

you giving it to me for?

What was I thinking?

Don't upset the boss, Mike.

He doesn't handle the money.

Sorry, it's been a long day.

It's first thing

in the morning, Mike.

Did he pay?

'Course he paid.

He's a good boy, that Mike.

Buy some lessons in street

etiquette with the change.

- Change?

- There's no change, Mike.

See you later, Mike.

Cheers, Mike!

God.

What is this about, Jack?

Rebel graffiti.

A young boy.

Your boy. Blue Boy.

And he's a good boy.

Oi! What are you lot doing?

Don't start getting the wrong

end of the stick, Jack.

He's an upstanding citizen.

I think I found something

that belongs to you, Lack.

What you doing, boy?

He's coming back.

Who's coming back?

The born king.

Yeah, and when he does,

he'll spank your arse.

Now, let's get your hands clean

while you still got some.

He'll cut 'em off

and have you in chains.

If we can catch you,

they can catch you.

If you can catch him, so can we.

Should we go back to George,

and the trouble with the...

Vikings.

So what happened?

Started throwing

their weight about

- and then Lucy got the worst of it.

- Come again, George?

They hurt Lucy.

My Lucy?

That can't happen, Jack.

That can never happen, Jack.

You see, she's a friend of mine.

So you're gonna have

to sort her out.

They'd been warned.

They had to pay.

How'd you get money

from a Viking?

I feel a joke coming on here.

You ask him for it.

You're paying

and then you're leaving.

Nobody's talking

to you, sweetheart.

You sit there and be quiet.

You are better at that...

Or I'll have to put an arrow

through your lard-loving thigh.

You were unarmed. You just

walked in there and asked them for it?

That's right, Jack,

and they gave it to me.

They were trying on furs.

The same furs, as it happens

that Flat-Nose Mike

tried to hide from us.

More is always

better than less, Mike.

Old Greybeard

banged on for a bit.

I got 50 seasoned men of war.

You could shave a pig

on the edge of our blades.

If you were unarmed, where'd you

find the blade to put to his throat?

Well, I borrowed it

from his big, silly mate

after Back Lack put an arrow

through his lard-loving thigh.

Get back!

That's your story, Jack.

I am leaving.

But I'm leaving

with a year's wages.

Old Greybeard

surrendered his dignity.

Lucy got a year's

worth of wages.

And the rebel graffiti

exists no more

because of the law-abiding, proactive

Blue Boy and his fun-loving dad.

And then, they all lived

happily ever after.

No, they didn't, Arthur.

Because for the first time,

there's something you don't know.

Something nobody told you.

And that is?

They're under the

protection of the king.

And once you're under the protection

of the king, I can't help you.

Nobody can.

They're not gonna

bother about me.

Where do we stand, Mercia?

We're down to the last

men of the right age.

And still no one

has pulled the sword.

Now put the bird back

in the aviary, Catia.

There's a general

restlessness among the people.

More incidents.

More graffiti.

I beg your pardon, Your Majesty.

If I'd known...

Come here.

I want your opinion.

Maggie represents the people.

She's from one of the oldest

families in England.

She can tell us.

Sire.

Do the people love me?

I love Your Majesty

and if I represent the people,

then you have your answer.

Bring us something to eat.

Even I am left to wonder

if we are pushing them too far.

Finish the tower.

Everything else

will be academic.

Thank you, Maggie.

Wake up!

You must control it.

Wake up! Listen!

You need to get

out of here, now!

What are you doing, Lack?

Jack's Eye

was telling the truth.

Those red beards are connected.

So, what? So are we.

No, you don't understand.

The Blacklegs are coming.

And when they get here, they're

gonna make an example out of you.

You gotta go now.

And you can't use the front

door. Get out the window.

They're here, move!

Open the door!

Oi, you two, in the back!

Kick the door down!

Hey!

Are you ready?

Yeah, of course.

Here we go.

All right, fellas?

Hello, boy. What are you

doing out at this time?

I work on the boats, sir.

Out on the first tide.

The boats, eh?

What's in the bag?

And you're about the right age.

Show us your brand.

Have you not been tested?

I'm always at sea, sir.

Haven't had the chance.

Well, that's about

to change now.

You're going on a boat, all right.

Just not the one you think.

Come on, get off!

Single file!

Come on, get 'em off.

Get your brand, get your drink,

then back on the barge!

Move!

Move it!

Come on! Move!

Keep coming!

Move it!

What's all that about?

Guess that's what you get

when you don't pay up.

Taking the kids now.

What's he got them all

penned up out here for?

Well, when you see the king,

why don't you ask him?

Hurry up!

Move along!

What was that?

God save the king.

Bollocks.

Excuse me, mate.

Oi.

Leave it.

Excuse me.

Behind you, pal.

Here, mind your back.

Oi, pal, there's a line here.

John.

All right, pal.

As you were, mate.

All right, where do you want me?

Trigger,

I think we got one here.

Bouncing on my knee.

Where do you think I want you?

Hands on the hilt, stupid.

Oi, both hands.

I said, both hands.

Right, ten digits

round the blunt bit.

Give it a tug.

Left foot, right foot.

Collect your brand.

Back on the barge.

That's everything

you know about him?

His people

were quick to disappear.

We got what

information we could.

Got a lot of fingers

in a lot of pies.

Blacklegs in his pockets, too.

I'll deal with this.

My king.

Carefully.

So you're Uther's son.

Not only did you

survive in the gutter,

you blossomed out of manure.

You've got the wrong man, sire.

I was born in a brothel,

on a bridge in Londinium.

The sword can only be drawn

by Uther Pendragon

or his direct heir.

You felt it, didn't you?

The power.

That's what put you out.

You just don't know

how to control it.

I'm nothing but the bastard son

of a prostitute.

You and I have a lot more

in common than you think.

It's not just the same

blood we share,

but also the same interests.

We both developed

a palate for power.

I've never had any power.

Or any desire to achieve it.

Sire.

I could simply drift away,

never to be seen again.

As much

as I'd like to believe you,

your character

makes that unlikely.

While you were asleep,

we've been busy.

I know what kind

of a man you are.

I know your story.

And, I've seen your coffers.

Your achievements.

Now stand,

as your prosecution.

What kind of a man

would you have become

had you inherited

your father's kingdom

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