Kingdom Of Heaven Page #2

Heinrich!

To the flanks!

- Come on!

Thank my brother for his love!

I am the son of Roger...

Take your helmet off

while addressing me.

I'm am the son

of Roger de Cormiere.

I am accorded

the privilege of ransom.

This is true.

Ah. Well, you broke the arrow.

If the ribs are broken,

some marrow may enter the blood...

in which case

you'll take a fever and die.

Or a cyst will form...

and you'll live.

You're in the hands of God.

Get me some more wine.

It was not...

that they had no right

to take you.

It was the way they asked.

They had the right to take me.

So do I.

To kill an infidel, the pope has said,

is not murder.

It is the path to heaven.

To kill an infidel, the pope has said,

is not murder.

It is the path to heaven.

- Godfrey.

To kill an infidel, the pope has said,

is not murder.

It is the path to heaven.

- Where do you go?

- To Jerusalem, brother.

- By which road?

- Someone knows.

God knows.

When shall we stop

this madness?

It will soon be beyond

my concern.

Who is this?

My son.

Would I have fought you when you

were still capable of making bastards.

I knew your mother

when she was making hers.

Fortunately, you're too old

to be one of mine.

All will be settled.

Do you know...

what lies in the Holy Land?

A new world.

A man who, in France,

had not a house...

is, in the Holy Land,

the master of a city.

He who was the master of a city

begs in the gutter.

There, at the end of the world...

you are not

what you were born...

but what you have it

in yourself to be.

I hope to find forgiveness.

That's all I know.

Whatever your position,

you are of my house...

and that means you will serve

the king of Jerusalem.

What could a king ask

of a man like me?

A better world

than has ever been seen.

A kingdom of conscience.

A kingdom of heaven.

There is peace between

Christian and Muslim.

We live together.

Or, between Saladin

and the king, we try.

Did you think that lay

at the end of Crusade?

It does.

My son,you are all

that survives me.

Do not disappoint me.

When we took the Holy Land,

we took the Saracen trading ports.

Italian ships carry silks and spices

and pilgrims, if they have money.

And Italy becomes rich

as the Savior intended.

Who are those men?

Muslims.

Saracens.

And they're allowed

their prayers?

- If they pay the tax.

Subhena Rabi Alladin.

Praise be to God.

It is proper to praise him.

Sounds like our prayers.

It's good.

When the king is dead...

Jerusalem will be no place

for friends of Muslims...

or traitors to Christendom...

like your father.

I am Guy de Lusignan.

Remember that name.

And me.

- Keep it.

- My lord.

How will you ride if you have

no stick to beat the horse?

He will be king

in Jerusalem one day.

Holy mother of God, pray for us...

now and at the hour

of our death.

Balian.

Hurry.

I can go no further.

Get on your knees.

Be without fear in

the face of your enemies.

Be brave and upright

that God may love thee.

Speak the truth always,

even if it leads to your death.

Safeguard the helpless

and do no wrong.

That is your oath.

And that's so you remember it.

Arise a knight and baron of Ibelin.

Defend the king.

If, if the king is no more...

protect the people.

It is time now, my lord, to confess

to holy God, not your son.

Are you sorry for all your sins?

For all but one.

You sail now for Jerusalem, as your father

wished. I'll follow within the week.

Now the voyage is perilous.

If God has purpose for you there,

he'll keep you safe in his hands.

If not...

God bless you.

He says that is his horse.

Why would it be his horse?

Because it is on his land!

I took this horse

from the sea.

He says you are a great liar...

and he will fight you

because you are a liar.

I have no desire to fight.

Then you must

give him the horse.

No.

Fight me fairly!

- Why? Why should he?

- He is a knight.

- And I am the baron of Ibelin.

He says the baron of Ibelin is old.

He knew him at Damascus.

I am the new one.

That's enough.

Stop!

Ibelin, that's enough!

Ibelin, no!

You have taken it very well

that I have killed your master.

It was the end of his time.

All is as God wills it.

Now finish this.

Take me to Jerusalem.

Very good horse.

Take the horse...

and be about your business.

This is your prize of battle.

I am your prisoner,

your slave, should you wish it.

I have been a slave,

or very near to one.

I will never keep one,

nor suffer any to be kept.

Go.

The man you killed was a very great

cavalier among the Muslims.

His name was Mummad al Fais.

I will pray for him.

Your quality will be known

among your enemies...

before ever you meet them,

my friend.

Old man, where is it

that Christ was crucified?

Salaam alaikum.

God, what is it you want of me?

How can you be in hell

when you're in my heart?

- You must have known him.

- What?

Since you carry Godfrey's sword,

you must have known him.

I did.

A man my size?

Yes.

And green eyes.

Blue.

Come with us...

my lord.

No. Give me the towel.

- Give me the towel. Give me the towel.

A man who, in France, had not a house...

is, in the Holy Land,

the master of a city.

- Stop.

You're hurting him.

Where's your master?

I have none.

Give me some water.

Thank you for the drink.

If you happen to see Balian,

the son of Godfrey...

tell him that Sibylla called.

So, how find you Jerusalem?

God does not speak to me.

Not even on the hill...

where Christ died.

I am outside God's grace.

I have not heard that.

At any rate, it seems...

I have lost my religion.

I put no stock in religion.

By the word "religion."

I've seen the lunacy of fanatics of every

denomination be called the will of God.

I've seen too much religion

in the eyes of too many murderers.

Holiness...

is in right action...

and courage on behalf of those

who cannot defend themselves.

And goodness...

what God desires...

is here and here.

By what you decide to do every day,

you will be a good man.

Or not.

Come.

The king has made a peace

with Saladin these past six years.

He holds Jerusalem as a place

for prayer for all faiths...

as the Muslims did before we came.

These men are Templars.

They killed Arabs.

So they are dying...

for what the pope

would command them to do.

Yes. But not Christ, I think.

Nor this king.

Who says I raid?

That witness...

all of Jerusalem...

holy God and me.

That witness, if you call him that,

is a Saracen. He lies.

There will come a day,

Reynald de Chatillon...

when you are not protected

by your title.

Oh? When will that be?

Alert me, Tiberias,

when men are equal...

and the kingdom of heaven

has arrived.

Those Templars have been hung for

a raid that I know you commanded.

Prove it.

I will wait at Kerak

until you do.

The king will take

your castle of Kerak, Reynald.

Try to take it,

Tiberias.

I'll be there.

I cannot protect your caravans unless

you agree to be escorted by our soldiers.

I trade to make money...

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