Knightriders Page #2

It's Ewain.

Keep your eye on me today.

Sir Ewing beats Sir Bleoboris.

All right!

Sir Marhalt

defeated by Sir Rocky!

Better luck next time, Sir Marhalt.

Far out!

Next to ride against Sir Kay,

Morgan, the infamous Black Knight.

Yeah!

In cases like this, the King,

Sir William, can judge a victor

or call for another pass.

Now in the case of another pass,

the knights may not use their lances

but must turn to hand weapons.

Neither man was the clear victor.

Fight again, Sir Knights.

Morgan had the advantage so Sir Kay

will choose. Mounted or hacks, Sir Kay?

Hacks.

No, no, the mace. The mace.

What?

Billy says you can use it, if you want it.

It's up to you.

Yeah?

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

OK.

In the side hacks,

the knights don't use the rail.

They ride in the open field

and they can pass at each other

for as long as it takes

for one to eliminate the other

or until one concedes.

God, they're really revved up.

Come on, Kay!

Billy, you're not gonna do this.

Maybe Morgan will lose.

Yahoo!

Billy, your shoulder.

You're still not right from the last one.

Er... the King, ladies and gentlemen.

The King will ride against

Sir Morgan, the Black Knight.

All right, Sir Knight. Here.

The King can elect to face

any knight he deems worthy

or any knight who offends his honour.

Sir Morgan being a worthy knight,

let's assume the former in this case.

What is it?

If the King goes down,

we have to be ready for rescue.

Why?

We have to get to Morgan

before he can make the King yield.

If Billy surrenders, he loses the crown.

Let's move it out!

The King is rescued!

The King is rescued!

My God. Get a stretcher!

Get a... get a stretcher!

Punch, Whiteface, somebody!

Use the power of his swing!

- Watch out!

- Watch it, watch it, watch it!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Use his power!

- Come on! Yeah!

- Hit it, Alan!

Oh, wow! Ooh! Far out!

You all right? Let me see.

- I'm all right.

- You're all right.

- You almost made it, didn't you?

- Yeah.

Basics, Morg.

You forgot your basics.

No, I didn't.

- Wow, this is a hell of a show!

- Come on.

It's a fake. It's all a fake.

They try to make it look tough.

They try to make it look dangerous.

All right, who proved what out there?

Morgan proved he could kick my ass.

Steady.

- What's the story, Merlin?

- Could be worse. Could be better.

His helmet and his chest plate

just scissored him.

- Took a big bite. Missed the artery.

- It's nobody's fault, man.

- You know what you're doing?

- Hey!

Why don't you all get out of here?

I'm gonna stitch him up.

OK, let's go. Let's get out of here.

We're all in this

because of the lifestyle.

And we got our own place,

and you did that. You set that up.

And you know what it's about.

And what it's about is having

things we can count on.

And one of the things

we count on, man, is you!

Hey, hey, hey!

Where are you going, kid?

I'd like to get Billy Davis's autograph.

Well, the King is a Little busy right now.

You want to try again later?

Now, you've been messing up lately,

but you keep putting it on the rest of us,

and this whole thing's gonna blow up,

and nobody needs that kind of sh*t, man.

That's why we're here.

What's his problem, Lin?

Wow! You were fantastic!

Fabulous! I just couldn't believe it.

- Come on, we gotta finish the show.

- Isn't he great?

God. Wait till I tell

my girlfriends about this.

OK, look, everybody get out of here.

We got a show to finish. Let's go.

Even the best suffer defeat.

Rocky is down,

leaving Sir Hector of Ewick

to compete with the championship

with Sir Ewain

against Sir Bors and Sir Alan.

Is she OK?

Sir Hector of Ewick

competing in game one.

Are you all right?

- Where is she?

- Rocky!

Basics. You forgot your basics.

You'd better disappear quick, killer,

or I'm gonna get that mace

and do something very very bad

to your basics.

- Ooh.

- Ha-ha.

- Oh.

- Sounds like fun.

Had another dream.

That right?

Black bird again.

Same black bird.

The way you get knocked around,

you're bound to have

some weird dreams, Billy.

Come on, man. Look, man, you're

supposed to believe in stuff like this.

Say, man, if I didn't believe in magic,

I'd still be treating gall bladders,

prostates and stuff like that.

See, magic ain't got nothing to do with

organs and glands and busted necks.

Magic got to do with the soul, man.

Only the soul's got destiny.

It got wings, it's can fly.

That's magic. The body...

the body's just got a few minutes down

here in the dirt with the rest of us.

- You see things before they happen.

- Mm.

That's probability.

Some things is just sure to happen.

Seeing 'em coming

ain't nothing to get excited about.

No, you taught me too good,

magician. You taught me to believe.

That black bird's gonna get me.

Yeah, maybe

you'll make it happen yourself.

Probability, man.

Some day, some cat comes along

with a black bird painted on his shield.

You freak out, drop your guard,

and, ca-po-ze, ca-poza,

ba-uu-wa, he gets you.

- Maybe that's my destiny.

- Big D. Ah, destiny'll mess with you.

Like the real King Arthur.

You know how the story go.

Let's get it once more, huh?

Command performance for the King.

A- ooh.

Once upon a time ago, ba-bo-zee,

in days of old, when knights were bold,

there was King Arthur.

Oh, Merlin told him

that his own kid would kill him,

so Arthur sends all the babies

in the land away on a boat,

not knowing which of the many women

he was always messing with

might have had his kid.

Boat wrecks in a storm.

Destiny, big D, you see.

Ah.

One baby lives, Arthur's baby.

Nobleman finds it along the shore,

raises it to be a fighting knight.

Knight comes by one day and... whew!

Wastes the King, blows him away.

If Arthur hadn't have tried to stop it,

it might never have happened.

Course, he only got the King's body.

That's it.

And we're coming down to it,

ladies and gentlemen,

the final passes that will decide

the champion for today's games.

Sir Alan will ride

against the noble Hector.

Let me get it hitched.

Alan! Alan, wait!

Er... who gave you that?

- What?

- Some guy, right?

No, my father gave it to me.

If that's a present from another guy,

it's bad luck for you to give it

to me as your champion.

So, if I lose, it's on you.

Whoo! All right!

And so, my lords and ladies,

the championship of the day

will be decided in the final tilt

between the gallant Sir Ewain

and the noble Sir Alan.

All right! All right!

My hero!

See? Good luck, huh?

The King. My lords and

ladies, the King is restored to us.

Long ilve the King!

The King is on his throne and in good

time to honour the champion of the day.

And to us, my lords and ladies,

the champion of the day is truly

a champion, honoured and rewarded.

There is a purse

for the champion, of course,

but, more importantly,

until the next games,

he will sit in an honoured place

in the King's favour.

He will be absolved from certain duties

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