The Physician Page #7

of a corpse.

Which hakim Ibn Sina and his Jewish

student cut open...

expressly for this purpose.

Where did you get these drawings?

From Ibn Sina's house, which I searched

after his arrest.

You're a liar!

I made those drawings. You took

them from me.

Are you certain they are not the

result of a deranged imagination...

or an opium hallucination?

See for yourself.

This is the face of the godless Madrassa!

This is the face of the godless Jews

who study there.

This is the face of their godless

teacher!

No!

I alone dissected that body.

You could not have undertaken this

without his permission.

Whether or not Ibn Sina held the

knife or the pen...

Ibn Sina was involved.

There can only be one verdict for such

a heinous crime.

The court sentences both of them

to death.

No! You're making a terrible mistake.

This is the most enlightened

man of our time!

This is what becomes of letting

Jews in our city!

They poison the spirit. They undermine

our faith!

I am no Jew!

I am no Jew!

I am no Jew! I am no Jew!

What did you say?

I am no Jew!

The Jewish community does not deserve

your wrath.

My name is not... Jesse ben... Benjamin.

It's Rob Cole.

I am a Christian.

Baptized in an English church...

in the name of the Father...

the Son...

and the Holy Ghost.

Fine performance.

It's true.

Shall we see?

Looks like a Jew to me.

Enough of this farce.

Take them away.

Forgive me.

How can you expect me to forgive you.

You're my greatest student...

to whom God gave such talents

and a unique gift?

You owed it...

to the science of healing...

to grow old and gray, Rob Cole.

It was your duty to live long and

heal many.

But you were reckless...

and now you will die for it.

What is it like?

Inside?

It's both...

beautiful...

and frightening.

Go on.

- I saw the heart.

- Describe it.

It has two chambers with an impassable

wall in between.

So how does the blood get from one

side to the other?

By way of the lungs I think.

So all our theories about human

circulation would be... wrong?!

Master...

nothing is as it is in the books.

Nothing!

Continue.

Don't skip a single detail.

It seemed to be infected like a... like a toe.

It was inside and I believe that is

what killed him.

You sent for me?!

A trial detained me.

I heard.

First preacher... now judge.

What's your next step?

I serve Allah wherever he sends me.

[Shah] So much pride in such

a humble servant.

I should lay your head in front

of your feet.

But I... do not grant you...

the fame of a martyr.

You dare bring me here to tell me...

everything you don't want to do

because of your fear?!

Set Ibn Sina free. Immediately.

Rescinding Allah's judgment would

be a blasphemy.

It would require someone with greater

courage than I possess.

Someone with no fear of the

wrath of God.

All the Seljuk army that arise in front

of the city walls as we speak...

to free us from tyranny.

Clear the gate! Everyone inside!

Thank you, Master,

for all that you have taught me.

Thank you... Rob Cole...

for all that you have learned.

Come with me!

The Hakims...

have reached a consensus.

I have side sickness.

I shall not live... to honor the sunrise.

Only you...

have seen the cause of this illness

with your own eyes.

You will cut me open... and then remove it.

Impossible.

- You've done it before.

- On a dead man, Sun of the state.

If the Sun of the state...

sets tonight...

the army will surrender to the Seljuks...

and the mullahs will wipe out everyone...

who stands in their way...

especially the Jews.

Or does a Christian care nothing for

the fate of Jews?

But you must help me, first.

Stop this!

This woman is under the protection of

Shah. Release her immediately.

Which one of you is Mirdin Askari?

Right here.

Mirdin! Where is Rebecca?

She's with my mother.

I need your help.

I cannot think of a reason to help a

liar and a traitor like you.

The Shah has side sickness.

Then you don't need my help or anyone

else's because he's going to die!

Master?

We're going to cut the Shah open and

remove the sickness.

Are you mad?

Yes, I think we've all gone

a little mad. You're next.

Send your men away now.

Someone... has to punish you... if you fail.

You wouldn't want to outlive

your beloved Shah.

[whispering] Just like that.

Englishman.

Tonight... you are the Shah...

and I am your subject.

We don't have much time.

We will take our men and full-armed soldiers

and place them on that ridge...

to go and wait...

here.

It is the sins of the Jews, who take

every advantage...

while they shelter under the protection

of that man...

who permits all of their sins.

Our friends the Seljuks need

our help now...

as they try to break down the walls

of our prison from the outside...

we need to clean it with fire

from the inside.

May HaShem be with us in time

of distress...

and danger.

As our enemies rise against us...

lend our congregation, strength...

Lord!

and help your children...

to stand together as one.

Now...

we can throw stones at the

right people.

Master, hand me the scalpel.

- Hold the wound.

- Okay.

Can you see it?

Too much blood.

How's the heart?

Strong enough.

Mirdin! Put some more in.

I think...

Master, I need the scalpel.

Hurry everyone. Come and join us.

Quick, get inside!

Burn them like rats! Smoke them out!

We should bandage him now.

My lord, to stand any chance of

survival, you must rest.

The hour of my demise...

is already waiting.

Thanks to you...

the angel of death

will not find me in bed like a

simpering old man...

but on the battlefield... like a king.

You gave me a gift.

Now I give one to you.

Get your people to the east gate.

My guards will escort you.

From there the path is clear

to the mountains.

What... will you remember me as, Englishman?

Friend or tyrant?

Both.

The shah is coming!

Hurry, the mullahs are gone. The way

out is safe now.

This way.

Come! We must move. Quickly!

Quickly!

We took everything, master.

What do we do now?

To the east gate. Don't stop!

Don't stop until the city is but a

pinpoint behind you.

Go to the east gate.

Perfect one?!

Let us write some lines in a poem.

Let us go get a place in a painting.

- Where is Ibn Sina?

- I saw him at the Madrassa.

Ibn Sina?

In my dreams...

I had hoped that students would still

study here in a thousand years...

and ...

honor my memory.

Such vanity deserves to go up

in flames.

Another ruler will build you a university.

I'm too old to scrape and bow.

What have you done?

Call it...

your final exam... Rob Cole.

Because there's nothing to be afraid of.

Death is merely a threshold

we must all cross.

Into the silence after the

final heartbeat...

drifting away...

with our final exhalation...

into eternal peace.

Correct my mistakes...

add your diagrams...

and show the world what

we've learned in this place.

Hakim.

Robert Cole.

Master.

Now do as I say for once...

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