Tristan + Isolde

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A year younger than I was for my first.

- When can I have a stag?

- A stag?

- Come on!

- Tell me again what you said last week.

Let that be a reminder to you.

I got it. I got it.

Why would they join against the Irish?

- Because someone has to stand up to them.

- You?

Me, Marke, all the tribes.

We can't resist alone.

- I could.

- My little warrior.

We have to be careful.

Come home without something

for your lady, you'll have hell to pay.

- Can I?

- Of course you can, boy.

- The Angles have arrived, my lord-

As well as the Celts, my fellow Jutes

and the Saxons.

Good. With Marke...

- we'll all be here.

- Yeah. It's a great day.

- Let us hope so.

- Yeah.

Thanks.

We heard the news.

Pray for a son.

- Mother.

- Welcome to Tantallon.

I made this for you.

Friends.

Look at us, the tribes of Britain.

Divided.

Weak. Just as the Irish like us.

But if we were one land- united-

we would outnumber them 2-to-1.

We could defeat them once and for all.

That's why we're here today.

- To sign this treaty of unification.

- Who would be king?

The strongest among us...

Lord Marke.

Look, if you're happy sending

all your gold to Ireland...

living as slaves,

by all means, do nothing.

If we were happy doing that,

we would never have risked coming here.

Friends, my wife is with child.

My heart tells me it's a boy.

I want him to grow old

in a land where all of us-

all the tribes- Pict...

Celt, Angle, Jute, Saxon- are at peace.

This island has not known unity

since the Romans left.

That is why I sign this treaty.

- And why should we follow you?

- Perhaps, Wictred...

because your last attempt

to form an alliance...

without the knowledge of half

the barons in this room has failed.

Alarm!

- What for?

- The Irish are here!

- Take all your men, guard the women.

- But you won't have enough-

Go!

Quickly! Tristan!

Back this way. Hurry!

Move down the ranks!

How did they know?

- Tristan!

- No!

Let me fight!

Please, don't hurt him!

Father.

No!

Tristan. Tristan.

No!

She's with the gods now, Isolde.

You'll see her again someday.

Will I?

Morholt returns.

What news of the treaty?

Good, Morholt.

Good.

Your mother loved you so much, Isolde.

Why did she die, Bragnae? Why?

It was an ill vapor that took her...

a fever.

No. It was her heart.

The Irish have been here.

Your husband?

Oh. Oh, Sister, I'm so sorry.

The executions lasted a day.

They made sport of us.

A whole generation of men.

Who's this?

Tristan, son of Aragon.

We're his family now.

I have a son about your age.

Melot. Melot?

Melot, this is Tristan.

What shall we do, my lord?

Rebuild.

Three, four.

- One, two-

- Don't hold back.

Come on!

Come on!

Three, four.

Tristan won't fight me.

Look, he's scared!

Three, four.

One, two, three-

- Still won't fight?

- He's got the heart of a lion.

Just needs some time.

Why'd you take off your helmet?

You going to cry?

My father died too,

but you don't see me crying.

- Melot.

- That's right, run.

Find another trapdoor to hide under, coward.

Tristan!

Tristan! Tristan.

We found something.

Come on, this way.

Quick, come on.

- You are gonna love it.

- You'll love it.

Yeah, l- I found this trapdoor.

Who found a trapdoor?

All right, Simon.

Well, you tell us how you found it.

Look at that.

Where does this lead?

You'll see.

Well, I like that vase.

Think I'll have that.

We always knew the castle

was built on Roman foundations...

but we didn't think anything was left.

Must be a burial crypt or something.

Here we are.

Bottom of the keep.

Who else knows about this?

- Nobody.

- Good.

These savages have rebuilt

the castle in Cornwall...

only now it's made of stone.

For Cornwall's next tribute,

I want slaves-young ones-

their future.

If Marke resists,

have Morholt crush him.

- My king.

- Morholt.

I have led your armies

to victories far and near.

I've made you rich and powerful.

Yes, you have.

You have been most loyal.

When I return from Cornwall,

I was hoping-

What would please you?

A wife.

It's dark in an hour.

What do you think is really out there?

Britannia.

The old Roman lands.

A world full of evil and grief.

I want to see it.

Do you know what the future

looks like, Bragnae?

I see the life you were meant for.

Your father will speak with you.

Am I just a chattel

to be traded at your pleasure?

Do I have no say in my own life?

You have a duty to your king.

You are my father.

Then obey me, Daughter.

Your father has given you the news?

- And do you welcome it?

- I accept it.

You know, we're more alike

than you might guess.

How so?

I, too, dabble in elixirs.

Poison. It's from the livers of puffer fish.

Just a taste...

paralyzes all the senses.

So if the blade doesn't kill-

Rendered safe by thistle and bark.

And do you know the antidote for this?

Yohimbine.

Makes a hard man even harder.

The only cure:
Wild abandon.

Till our wedding day.

I'm to Cornwall to deal with rebels.

Release them.

Hey. Around. Around.

Off me!

- Go find Tristan.

- Leave her!

Take him there. Get a rope.

Anyone foolish enough

to interfere in any way...

- shall suffer the same fate.

- No.

Please don't. Don't.

Take me. No! No!

Widseth!

Widseth!

If there are any more attacks,

we shall put our guests...

to death and raze this entire land.

Take the horses.

- When would you strike?

- At once.

- Throw everything we have at them.

- They're hoping you'll do that.

On horse they outnumber us 2-to-1.

You'll lead the men straight to their deaths.

- So we do nothing?

- Donnchadh would like that even more...

me to lose face in front of the other tribes.

No. We must act.

It must be decisive.

But we cannot act alone.

So have the good men of York

come to fight with us?

Hmm? Or the Saxons of Wessex?

My men don't want

to follow a Pict into battle...

let alone one leading

a pack of Angles and Celts.

Then why are you here?

I thought Tristan

should let me command his men.

- I make it my habit to follow no one.

- Except Marke?

Marke delivered me from that palace

when I was a boy. You ran.

So you can understand

when I think ofkings, I think ofhim.

- And when I think of cowards-

- They're one day from

their boats on the Roman road.

Now, who will ride out

with Tristan to fight them?

What is your plan, Tristan?

I need our two fastest runners.

There they go! After them!

Hold off.

Halt!

Go around!

Morholt! They're back.

They've got a head.

It's a trap!

Kill the slaves!

Simon.

We're gonna get you home.

Simon.

I don't want to die.

Tristan.

I can't feel my legs or my hands.

Poison.

A second boat.

Tristan.

He shall have a king's service.

Farewell, Tristan of Aragon.

Death to the Irish.

When the Irish came to Cornwall...

and my father surrendered...

you spared a dozen out of a hundred.

I am even less kind.

The leader and three

will take this message home.

As for the rest-

Victory.

And Tristan?

Simon too.

Did I love him like a son...

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