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The Bastard Executioner.

Previously on The Bastard Executioner...
My name is Wilkin Brattle.

I was a knight in
Longshanks' army.

Gawain Maddox was an
executioner killed

in service to your husband.

I took the punisher's identity
to save myself and my friends.

I'm sorry I lied
to you, Lady Love.

Why is it that you bring
these men to my chapel?

What is it that demands such secrecy?
ABSOLON: Not your concern.

BERBER: He had us stripped
from neck to waist,

looking for heretical markings.

FATHER RUSKIN: Did the archdeacon
say what they looked like?

You have seen such markings.
Yes.

BERBER: The healer
in the Far Caverns.

You think he spins a tale to
save himself from servitude?

ROBINUS: We will see
what becomes of it

on our way out of this
godless, damp hole.

My needs here will grow.

I'm depending on you.

A brother could not ask for
more generous sisters.

Half-sisters.

LEON: The rebel threat is to
be crushed by any method.

These people are
nomads, not rebels.

CORBETT: Sir Norton.

He is my offering.

Torture him. Kill him.

You wrath will not
touch our reeve

or any of his other men.

You are well aware
of the consequences,

if you turn against that.

Our chamberlain will think
this was our brutal blade.

The reeve... WILKIN:
Leon didn't see it.

Corbett will only see betrayal.

(Pippa fussing)

(Pippa quiets)

Thank you.

Devotion requires no
thanks, my husband.

You have not given to a
mood or spirit of joy

since we laid together.

Did... I give pleasure?

Yes.

I was most satisfied.

(door closes)

CLERIC: Pater noster...

qui est in coelis.

Sanctificter nomen tuum.

Adveniat regnum tuum.

Fiat voluntas tua...

sicat in coelo et en terra.

Panem nostrum quotidianum

da nobis hodie.

Et dimitte nobis.

Is that not layered too thick?

I do not want the earl to think

I swallowed a lamb
shank in my sleep.

I must use twice the padding
as last week, my lady.

With your ever-shrinking
waistline,

that stuffing went
utterly undetected.

You are supposed to
be two, three months?

Three blessed months.

(sighs) The Earl of
Warwick's urgent visit

may yet bring more progeny
scrutiny from Windsor.

As I am devoted to you,

and all the truths you
hold close, my lady,

I must ask: In light of this
growing royal scrutiny...

is there anything I need to
know about our punisher?

You and Master Gawain
spend accountable time

in each other's
company, Baroness.

I just want to be...

To be what, maiden?

Oh, do not give
feigned deference

when your boldness
already fills the room.

Speak!

There is nothing I can speak
you do not already know, Love.

You are of royal, noble blood.

Master Gawain is a common man
who holds a brutish trade.

Any suspicion of... Suspicion
is fear without truth.

ISABEL: That turns to poisonous talk
and spreads like fire on hot oil!

I am sorry, Baroness.

And, yes, I am aware that
my deep affection for you

continues to push me beyond
reasonable behavior.

But I fear if I say nothing,
nothing will be said...

until it is too late.

Leave me.

(door closes)

(screaming)

(gasping)

(gasping, sobbing quietly)

* Born with a heart

* That could ache
more than beat *

* The mind of a killer

* The soul of the meek

* Flock with no shepherd

* Is a vulnerable game

* I can live without a hearth *

* Without love

* But I do need a name

* Father, do you burn

* If your hand is in fire?

* Does your head
spin with rage *

* When fooled by the liars?

* King of the kings

* Do you feel any pain?

* Do you feel any pain?

Your stubborn king finally
put quill to parchment.

Honored his promise
to the Ordainers.

"Having led the king astray,

"and persuaded him to do evil,

Piers Gaveston shall be
cast out and exiled."

And it is my mission

for both God and country
to make certain

that his third
banishment be his last.

BERBER: He is with
his brother now.

Guilt of that death never
settled well for him.

I'd wager Calo and
Aron have already

beat the piss out of each other.

TORAN: Yea.

Fighting over the
last bowl of stew.

I'm sorry, brothers.

I never thought my deception
here would turn this way,

bring this much suffering.

We were all a part of it, Wilk.

You have done nothing in
need of contrition, brother.

Give your eyes and mind
some rest, good priest.

I read it three times.

Each time brings a need
to read it yet again.

You may ask your questions now.

Are there more?

There are nine scriptures.

All of them are hand-scribed
by the Nazarene?

Yes.

Jesus... son of Joseph.

One testament, one author.

If these are truly his words,

the very foundation
of all that I believe

and all that I preach...

Is shattered.

That is why Robinus and
his army pursue us.

We are the seraphim...

the ones chosen to
carry and protect

the words of the Nazarene.

Protect?

From the Church?

They are called Socijs Rosula.

"Knights of the Rosebud."

Descendants of the very
soldiers who whipped,

tortured and lay a
crown of locust thorns

on the head of the one they
mocked as King of the Jews.

The Rosula believe

Jesus rose from the dead,
walked out of his tomb,

and when faced with
these same soldiers,

he pardoned their sins,

and appointed them keepers
of his sacred history,

granting them divine impunity,

and the power of the
Church to destroy

anything or anyone

that might prove a
threat to that story.

The danger that is found
in these pages...

What will Robinus and his
knights do if they capture you?

Bring them all to their
knees, stripped.

Only the seraphim lives.

I do not understand the purpose
I serve in all of this, woman.

I'm but a manor priest,

not a scholar or a prophet.

We do not need a scholar

or a prophet.

We need a warrior.

*

(soft whistle)

*

(asp hissing, man groaning)

(man screams in distance)

Templar traps.

KNIGHT: There's a letter.

ABSOLON: No!

(groans)

Above!

(men screaming)

(screaming)

Devils.

(seagulls screeching,
waves crashing)

Is there anything else you
wish me to tell our punisher?

No. Only where we
can now be found.

This bond that you
have to Maddox...

Is between the
executioner and myself.

The Rosula, they know
the priest came to us.

And now they will come for him.

Yes.

His next test of faith.

Yeah.

BEAUCHAMP: Edward's utter
disregard for sound council

pushes England to the
brink of civil war.

Our loyalties are twisted,
our power is diminished,

and our finances... apocalyptic.

CORBETT: So in order
to prevent doom

and insolvency, you and
the Ordainers have seized

the strings of our
king's frivolous purse.

We return stability

by giving the rights of
disbursement to Parliament.

Influential barons forcing
the hand of the king.

Are not you the ones pushing
us to the brink of civil war?

We are aware that
this strong stance

may lead to greater conflict.

BEAUCHAMP: Edward may
try to amass forces.

But without his conspirators
and bottomless coffers,

he will never gather an army

that can best our
combined efforts.

May we assume you are here to
gather more combined efforts?

RUSSO: That is one
of the very reasons

we travel here this day.

The Ordainers would like
to offer Ventrishire

a seat at our concerted table.

You provide us with your
formidable military support

and access to the sea.

In return, we make certain
that Parliament never divides

or bestows Ventrishire
to another.

That is an offer that provokes
heart, mind and purse, my lord.

This might provoke something
completely different.

The other reason the honorable
Earl of Warwick comes to call.

Part of the accordance
with our king

was a decree banishing
Piers Gaveston.

BEAUCHAMP: The king
can no longer deny

the hatred Gaveston stirred.

They both knew another
exile was due.

Edward agreed to let Gaveston

seek refuge in Wales.
CORBETT: Ah!

Near the sea, so they can
sail into each other's arms.

(chuckles) With this,
there will be no sailing.

"Piers Gaveston shall
be cast out and exiled

"not only from England, but
from Wales, Scotland, Ireland

forever and without return."

BEAUCHAMP: We made certain there
was no rock in all of England

under which he could crawl.

And yet he escaped you.

RUSSO: Without money and sway,

Gaveston will have no
allies nor sanctuary.

Whatever hole he crawls into,

you can be certain he
will not be welcome.

BEAUCHAMP: If you have any knowledge
of where that hole might be

and who allows him
to hide in it,

we would be most grateful.

And...

most generous.

Our reward... if the information

brings us the capture
of Piers Gaveston.

Indeed.

Most generous, my lord.

If we could do more
than share knowledge,

if my men could
deliver Gaveston,

a tidy French package
dropped at your feet,

might that beg a favor
along with compensation?

For what favor do
you beg, Baroness?

As you are well aware, Wales
suffers its own civil upheaval.

The Byth Encil rebels grow
more bold in their attacks

as we grow more brutal
in our suppression.

This blood-for-blood serves
neither God nor country.

There will be no one at
your table better versed

in the complexities of
this issue than myself.

Give me the authority to handle
the rebellion as I see fit.

If I cannot restore harmony

and reduce the financial
drain on England,

I shall relinquish control.

That is your favor?

To entreat with the barbarians?

We will most gladly
give you the weight

of your yellow-painted
rebellion, Baroness.

Splendid.

Then we shall begin our hunt
for the Frenchman most wanted.

And most loathed.

(whispers)

Our watcher knows
what he must do.

Shall I have him begin
in the village? Yes.

He should look for the priest as
well as any male child he tends.

A child?

Of what age? I do not know.

But he would have been cared for

by the gray woman
or the Templar.

I will send an
emissary to Avignon,

letting His Holiness know
that my need for reflection

takes me to Basingwerk Abbey.

When Sir Cormac returns,
have him join me there.

Yes, master.

WILKIN: The curve of the
"C" points the other way.

Good.

You'll be schooling
us soon, Sir Luca.

LUCA: Never.

You are the smartest
men I've ever known.

Clearly you have not known many.

(laughs)

FATHER RUSKIN: Gentlemen.

Our good priest returns.

WILKIN: Yea.

You were sorely missed, Father.

An unexpected journey to
a friend we both know.

Annora.

What turn of fate took
you to the healer?

One I still cannot
quite comprehend.

But I come with a message.

She has left her cave.

They now settle in the coves

near the Eastern Bay.

WILKIN: Had to leave, why?

Were they forced out?

Questions best answered by her.

Perhaps you can finish
the boy's lesson.

See that he returns

to his mother.

Of course.

Be good, lad.

(door closes)

Thank you, Baroness.

Chamberlain.

Thank you, sir.

Perhaps if Erik allowed you a
seat at his negotiating table,

he might still be sitting at it.

Uh, do not be impressed,
dear chamberlain.

I have an awful habit of voicing
dreams as if they were truths.

We must find Gaveston.

The money will ease our strain

and offer us the chance to
take hold of this rebellion.

We cannot let this
opportunity slip away.

Do you really think
you can negotiate

with these rebels and
their Wolf, my lady?

One has to try compromise
before combat.

Only then can I justify
the swing of a sword

as a way to peace.

I will draft letters to
our neighboring shires,

learn if Gaveston has
passed through their gates.

There may also be a source
within our very walls.

(talking quietly)

Yeah. I know it.

I know how to spell my name.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

*

These two... they're from
the raid on our camp.

They come looking to
spill more blood.

It is time for them
to see you as I do.

I understand now the
need for hood and cloth.

What caused your man to
be so brutally burned?

A fire...

set by the very men
he took a sworn oath

to protect and honor.

You have spoken to the priest?
Yea.

Why flee the Far Caverns for
this maze of outlaw coves?

TORAN: Are you in danger?

We are safe here.

I appreciate you traveling
with Wilkin, kind skeptic.

I sense in you a genuine
concern for my welfare.

TORAN: You sense genuine fear.

That you'll turn me
into a humped troll

with one of your wicked potions.

Come.

We buried our friend
Calo this morning.

Oh, I'm sorry.

He had guilt as
deep as his hunger.

Let us hope he finds peace
on his new journey.

And what of my journey, woman?

In brutal service to this court.

My forbidden desire
for this noble lady.

Did you know my fate would
become tied to that castle?

Is this part of the story you
are to help me play out?

I sense one's journey

by what I feel when
I am close to them.

You have this gift, Wilkin.

(gasps)

(baby crying) WOMAN:
Unholy seed...

Mortis hoc bastardus!

(grunts)

WOMAN: No!

(baby continues crying)

(panting)

I've seen pieces of
that vision before.

I'm the one in the water.

The nun... and the swordsman.

A desire that was
also forbidden.

The greater one fights

for the love they deserve,

the stronger the
bond between them.

Yea. I'll need a strong bond

to keep my head
attached to my neck,

if I dare take action
on these desires.

The baroness...

she has shared much
truth with you?

Yea.

And I with her.

Far too much.

This feeling that
grows with Lady Love

will only come to light once
there are no more secrets.

You and your mate...

Do you give over all your truth?

When you have lived
as long as we have,

the only secrets
you do not share

are the ones you can
no longer remember.

TORAN: Wilk.

(horse whinnies in distance)

(horse whinnies, men
shouting in distance)

(groaning)

(men continue shouting)

(speaks foreign language)

Nomads return to kill
us with an angry swarm.

(yelling)

Go now.

(shouting, grunting)

(groaning)

(shouting, grunting continue)

Get her safe!

You can't take their
vengeance on your own.

Go!

(men shouting in distance)

(horses whinnying, men
continue shouting)

(men laughing)

(yelling, grunting)

(distressed grunting, gasping)

Hurry!

(sighs)

Bury them in the soft sand.

I thought he was without tongue.

(women chatting and
giggling in distance)

On the bed.

We hate it when our
chamberlain goes away.

We took notice of the English
earl here this morning.

Do you travel with him
all the way to Warwick?

Yes.

On the hunt for Gaveston.

That awful Frenchman?

Yes.

Exiled once more.

We have found his hiding hole.

Now the barons ride there

to extract and slaughter.

We will gather the rest
of your traveling things.

(crowd chattering,
chickens clucking)

Are we traveling today, maidens?

We venture for the chamberlain.

He's in need of new leather
for his riding boots.

Are these the boots
you speak of?

You carry days of provisions,

yet the tanner is
but an hour's ride.

Even on old, broken mares.

Do you think your
duplicitous turn

brought me to my knees in vain?

(gasping)

The priest said the punisher
returns after sunset.

That is too late.

Use this.

The twins.

Ready one for the cradle. Me?

I'm...

We should wait for Maddox.

What did I just say?

Locke.

Your apprentice.

Which one, Chamberlain?

Which sister should it be?

(gasping)

(gasping)

This one still has some taut.

It should be the other one.

Her treacherous slatch already
droops like wet clay.

(crying)

(reciting Hebrew prayer)

(door opens)

Leave me.

You are never to
go to that room.

You have made that
more than clear.

But the steward needed vellum

and demanded I retrieve it.

Aiden,

you have no reason to fear.

Your devotion is between
you and your God.

This secret does not hold us.

Secrets never do.

(Clara sobbing)

She finally gave truth.

The Earl of Pembroke
hides Gaveston

at a monastery in Deddington.

(door opens)

(water splashes)

Should I ask why this
is stained in blood?

Your source, Chamberlain?

The twin maidens.

Edward's condolence gift.

Gaveston's half-sisters
and conspirators.

The king's other gifts
have been expelled.

Due caution.

How do we capture
him, gentlemen?

The Earl of Pembroke hides
Gaveston in secret.

His guard will be limited.

'Tis best to go in quietly
with a half legion.

We will take Master
Gawain and his soldier.

There is also a trapper

in servitude who
knows the marshes.

LEON: Why take the punisher?

This is not correction,
just capture and delivery.

LADY LOVE: I agree
with the reeve.

This is not a venture
for the common freeman.

CORBETT: You have seen
Maddox fight, my lady.

There is nothing common about
his skill with a blade.

If something unforeseen
were to happen,

we will need him at our side.

Ready our men.

Chamberlain.

Baroness.

May I speak freely, Baroness?

Is there any other way

you know how to speak,
dear chamberlain?

About our punisher, my lady.

Although it is

encouraging to see you so
committed to your subjects,

one cannot help but notice
the individual time

you spend with Master Gawain.

Apparently.

In devotion or the garden.

Parts of the court that are open

to all those who serve
within the castle walls.

In the months since
Erik's death,

you grow stronger, smarter,

certainly more bold.

You have become
formidable, Love.

A voice that challenges me
and every pompous noble

that rides through our gates.

It would be the
devil's best work

to have scandal take that away.

A word, if I may, Chamberlain.

I understand that Maddox has
the skill of a soldier,

but his standing
here at the court...

He is not a knight, sire.

Nor am I suited to
his brutal tasks.

Fragile pride is a
trait best held

by cowards, Reeve.

I am not fragile,

nor am I a coward, sire.

I have earned my standing.

And when you give this punisher

more trust and favor than
your reeve, you insult me

and all your honored knights.

(shuddering breaths)

What horror caused this?

I don't think she can
tell us, brother.

JESSAMY: There you are, husband.

Where have you been all day?

Tasks of the trade.

And what tasks
strike back as such?

A skirmish with bandits.

Of no consequence.

This maiden,

what crime puts
her in your cage?

Come, Mother.

(door closes)

Hello, little punisher.

Hello.

From the baroness.

A letter from her to you?

Why?

The court is in need of service.

Thank you.

He said thank you, maiden.

Yes.

Yes, he did.

What service is the
lady in need of?

(sighs)

Brutal work.

Start supper. I'll
be there presently.

Come, Mother.

*

Your lineage.

Two centuries of Aberffraws.

Is it strange that this chamber
gives me such comfort?

You long to be
surrounded by family.

How may I be of
service, Baroness?

Love.

When we are alone, may
we use our true names?

Wilkin.

Yes... Love.

Our chamberlain needs
your battle skill.

We are to track down and capture

the exiled Sir Gaveston.

I didn't know.

I will see to the
chamberlain's request.

This may be a very
dangerous venture, Wilkin.

We are unsure what threat

there may be waiting
in the marshes.

As you have been so
forthright with me,

I feel compelled to
return that trust.

I want you to trust me.

It is but layered wool.

You are not with child?

An expected heir was
a desperate ruse

to hold my claim to Ventrishire.

Your healer, Annora,

she gave me remedy to fool
the king's piss prophet.

You are aware that
giving birth to a pillow

neither serves the
shire nor yourself.

(chuckles)

(sighs)

I've had two lectures today...
One from my chamberlain,

the other from my maiden.

Both are concerned

with the amount of time
we spend together.

I see.

And what about you?

Are you worried?

I am.

Yet...

when I am with you, I feel safe.

Yea.

My mind spins with every
conceivable wrong,

and then when I see
you, all is quiet.

Not all, Wilkin Brattle.

Was this your letter?

Noble whore!

He is my husband!

He is mine!

I served! I did my penance!

(crying): I served...

my pain.

For God,

(sobbing): For family.

I deserve him.

(Pippa crying)

Please.

(sobbing): I deserve him.

(Pippa fussing)

(gasps)

Maddy.

(sighs)

(door closes)

(sighs)

That Irish tonic will keep
her in repose till morning.

Thank you, Father.

For the tonic and for
your discretion.

Of course, my lady.

I'm at your service.

WILKIN: Where's the boy?

With the choir.

He'll be in my care
till you return.

I appreciate your kindness.

May God travel with you, Wilkin.

As will thoughts of you.

*

Are you in love with him?

The priest?

I would think it is
more admiration.

Perhaps.

(boys choir singing in Latin)

(sighs)

(singing continues)

It will help you see
smaller writing.

Thank you.

(singing continues)

Well, you're a
pretty, wild thing.

Your mother has taken ill, boy.

She's resting in the castle.

Until her strength returns,

our good priest
will care for you.

All right, Father.

It is time to travel,
good soldiers.

Justice waits in the marshes.

*

Get yourself cleaned up.

No! (Groans)

No!

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You just sit around all day thinking
of nice things to say to people?

I do like to be nice to people.
You should try it.

I like how you

took a shower curtain and
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less of a fantasy player.

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Doesn't matter how you score, as
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