King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table

In medieval England, the kingdom

of Camelot was under attack.

I, King Arthur, and the remaining

Knights of the round table

were driven deep below Camelot where

the final battle against the evil sorceress,

Morgana, would decide

the future of mankind.

Destroy them!

Stop them!

Morgana!

Merlin, end this!

Down on your knees.

I said, get on your knees!

Harmony.

Unity.

Freedom.

The Kingdom of Camelot

had all of this

until the bowels of hell

vomited up two beings

who defy law and logic.

Mordred.

Your soulless heart

is nothing more

than a foul regurgitation

of your mother's sick

incestuous obsession of me.

You burned down our monasteries

and convents hoping that

we would worship you

as a god instead.

How mistaken you are.

And Morgana le Fay, whose mad

attempt to make my wife

infertile only resulted in

cursing the entire world.

Because of you, every woman

and animal is now barren.

The Earth itself refused

to grow and feed us.

You want me to reverse

the spell?

Make me Camelot's true monarch.

No more spells!

The only way of expelling your

black magic is by stripping the

world of the source that cursed

it to begin with.

You plan to kill me with

my own sword?

Excalibur is mine.

The Excalibur is a part of me

more than my own blood,

I was cradled in the gold

it's made with.

And I have far more control of

the gemstone than you think.

For I am the real

Lady of the Lake.

What you created shall

destroy you.

Kill me, and I'll come back

as a demon and possess you.

Send me to Hell and I'll

copulate with Satan himself.

I grant you immunity from age

and sickness.

Death is too merciful.

Emit the sword.

Mother!

What have you done to her?

The same thing

I've done to myself.

Now all the world's magic

is contained in Excalibur.

Arthur, I plead with you,

send them to hell.

And what becomes of the sword?

Magic is like matter.

They are all the same thing.

They come in many forms, but we just have

to keep them away from the human beings.

Get on the throne.

Arthur! Punish me,

but spare our son.

I said get on the throne!

Please. Arthur.

-Please!

-Get on the throne now!

You want Camelot?

It's yours.

Forever!

Is this how we're going to

spend immortality?

Hurtling endlessly

into oblivion?

It may take years.

Centuries even.

But I will reclaim the power

that was taken from me.

And boil the veins

of Arthur's bloodline.

I swear it!

Okay, I give up.

You know, if you kill me,

you have to cook dinner for

yourself tonight.

Tomm yam goong?

How about

steak and potatoes?

Okay. I love local food.

Such chivalry.

King Arthur would be proud.

Or is it King Richard?

You've been talking to my

cousin, haven't you?

Are we going to move

into a castle?

Stop teasing me.

Isn't that what tomorrow

is all about?

A chance for the descendants of

the Knights of the Round Table

to meet up and fight?

Look, if Gunner wants to believe

our family used to run around

wearing suits of armor,

slaying dragons, that's fine.

But not me.

Which one are you related to?

Like I follow that

genealogy crap.

Come on. Just tell me.

I don't know. Sir Kay.

Or Sir Galahad.

Or Sir Motorboat.

Your shoulder again?

Always there to remind me

why I didn't make the NFL draft.

Are you going to be okay for the

tournament tomorrow?

Yeah. I'll compete in a

wheelchair if I have to.

I came all the way out here on my leave

specifically for the tournament.

I've got to show the family

I'm still number one.

You know, it's not that serious.

Besides, I don't want you to be

too sore to climb Bell Mountain.

Look, I'll go see Elaine in the

morning. She'll set it right.

Is she really related to Merlin?

I am going to kill Gunner for filling

your head with all these stories.

What? He says it's true. And that Elaine

hides out in Bangkok to stay anonymous.

All I know is she makes more

money massaging millionaires

than I make busting my ass

for the Marines.

You know, I kind of like the idea of

you being a Knight in shining armor.

Although the whole "damsel in

distress" is not my thing.

It's okay.

I got enough distress

for both of us.

Here?

The doors are locked.

We're alone.

And, it's kind of

a dojo tradition.

You hate traditions.

Yeah but...

I could

get used to this one.

What the?

Look.

Should we make a wish?

I mean, It's probably

just space junk.

Okay.

-That one right there.

-Okay.

I wish...

I guess that wish

wasn't meant to be.

Well, we'll just have to

make another wish.

I can think of one.

What's that?

It's my wish.

Penn.

Are you asking me

what I think you're asking me?

Well, unless you say no.

Then I got to think

of another question.

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

God, Penn.

The scan has

confirmed no one is aware.

The meteor shower cloaked our

descent for the perfect diversion.

Although our landing was

imperfect.

We can't risk being seen

until I have my powers back.

Where are their

defenses?

It's a wonder that an advanced species

hasn't enslaved this planet yet.

Because the magic is

still here.

Merlin could only hide it,

not destroy it.

The Excalibur

is nearby.

Shielding this pathetic world from

the sorcery that is rightfully mine.

I will get it back...

and make this world pay

for what Arthur did to us.

Perhaps we should

think about our attire.

They will suffice.

Excuse me,

that's a lovely outfit.

A touch of the old.

Let's go.

Maybe I should just get surgery.

Surgery is just a

temporary solution.

What I offer is much

more permanent.

Good. 'Cause I can't fly to Bangkok

every week like your rich clients can.

Don't worry.

I never charge family.

We're second cousins who haven't

seen each other in five years.

I mean, that hardly

counts as family.

Well, I'm an only child,

so I'll take what I can get.

Then you should join us!

It's really just an excuse to reunite

the black sheep of the family and

catch up with some old friends.

I can't.

We're booked solid with a football team,

soccer team... whatever you all call it.

And you're still tense.

What's bothering you?

I was supposed to find out about a

promotion before I came out here.

But so far, nothing.

Looks like I'll always

be a grunt.

Maybe you need a change.

To what?

Sword fighter for hire?

Bro. Really?

What are you doing here?

You missed breakfast. Everybody was there.

I did the scene from Lionheart.

And I'm telling you,

I was pretty spot on.

-How did you find me?

-Jenna told me.

And again, who is this "Sir Motorboat"

you're talking about? Really?

I don't have time for this.

Nice to see you guys.

Catch up tonight?

I got swords!

-I'll try! I'll try.

-I got these swords.

-So I expect for you to be there.

-Look, I'll try.

It's been way too long.

-Well, I'm going to take you up on it.

-All right.

So, I can't even

slide you a tip?

No. Just pay me by making the family

proud and by moving to Bangkok, yeah?

-All right. Deal.

-All right. See you.

We've got a busy day

ahead of us. Don't overdo it.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes