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He was my friend.
He gave us this cathedral.

It seems impossible
that he is gone.

I want to replace him.

My wool
went up in flames.

We are poor again, Richard.

I've come to ask
for your hand in marriage.

I'll support Richard and
his quest for the earldom.

No! You will not take her!

Aliena! Aliena!

I curse this marriage
with impotence.

I have been asked
to commit a murder.

Oh!

I announce the consummation
of William Hamleigh

as Earl of Shiring.

You slept with Jack Jackson!

It was the only
true good thing I have done.

The original relic was
destroyed in the fire.

Your cathedral is done for.

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Uh, not... nothing, sir.

- Oh, you're an Englishman.
- Ouais.

Get back to work.

Abbot Suger, forgive me.

I... I want
to learn here.

The walls are so high,
how do they bear their weight?

You know Euclid,
the father of geometry?

No, non.

Then you know nothing.

Non.

Yes, Prior?

You have a visitor.

You look lost.

Of course, you are.

No longer prior,
your dream demolished,

you must sometimes think
God is punishing you

for your sins,
your willful pride.

Yes.

But perhaps he's guiding you
in another direction:

towards me.

I admire you, Philip,
in spite of what you think.

You're a clever man,
determined and a good priest.

I want to make you
my archdeacon.

Your Eminence.

Hear me out.

In recompense for
not naming me archbishop,

the king has agreed to send me
as his representative to Rome.

And I'll need a trustworthy man

to handle diocesan affairs
in my absences.

And you were the first,
and to be frank,

the only man I could think of.

I... I don't think I'm...

I'm not finished.

When I advance as...

I hope one day to do...

perhaps you will take my place.

As Bishop of Kingsbridge,
you could build your cathedral,

punish the Hamleighs,
do whatever you want.

Until then, I simply ask
for honest diligence

and obedience in all things.

In all good things.

Of course.

I don't need
your answer tonight,

but I will need you living
within my palace in 2 weeks.

Prior Remigius will
reluctantly give you leave.

I look forward to our
partnership, Philip.

In nomine Patris et Filii

et Spiritus Sancti.

The mouth is too small.

Aliena!

Is it really you?

Yes.

I followed your work.

You left Alfred?

He's mine?

He's mine.

He won't break.

Aliena, he's beautiful.

What's his name?

I haven't chosen one yet.

Shall we call him Jack?

No, no.

No, Jack's the father
I never knew.

Let's name him
after the father I did know.

Tom.

Tom.

Tom dreamed of light,
of churches filled with light,

but he didn't know
how to build them.

And now I know, not only
that it's possible,

but how it can be done.

How's Ma?

She misses you.

And Prior Philip, how's he?

Philip isn't prior anymore.

What?

There was a terrible accident.
The vault fell in.

Alfred's vault fell?

The vault that
Philip sanctioned.

Waleran called for
another election,

and now Remigius is prior.

Philip... Philip
isn't Philip.

He's lost his spirit.

The construction stopped
when the relic was crushed.

Waleran says that, without
a relic to perform miracles,

there can be
no pilgrims.

And without pilgrims,
there can be no church.

We're going home.

We've got just enough.
We travel tomorrow.

No, don't let him move.

He can't not move.
He's a baby.

Jacques Cherbourg?

Of course.
This is Cherbourg.

Jacques.

Your father was my only son.

He was a...

A storyteller and singer
and my close friend.

He taught me French
when I first came here,

and I taught him English.

The prince, King Henry's son,

hired him to sail
with him across the Channel.

Prince William?

Your father called him
the Phoenix Prince

because of a ring he wore.

Was it a signet ring?

Cut in the shape
of a bird rising from fire.

Prince William was
accompanied by his wife

and many people of his court,
including your father.

And they were
never seen again.

That was the White Ship,

the ship that sunk with Prince
William, King Henry's heir.

I thought no one
survived that sinking.

My father survived it.
He was on that ship.

Brother Philip.

Welcome, I'm glad to see

that you have come
to a happy decision.

Yes, yes I have, Eminence.
May we have a word alone?

Oh!

Your offer took me unawares.
And you were right.

I've never... I've never
felt so lost.

Satan tempted Christ
at his weakest:

after 40 days
without food or water.

I haven't Christ's strength
to resist, Eminence, but...

but you...

you do not have
Satan's cunning.

You have taught me, you see.

Politics may be
a bargain between beggars,

but compromise between good
and evil is never possible.

God's work does not
blend with power or greed.

Your moral mortar

is corrupt.

And the walls of
your church will crumble,

and the roof will fall.

And you and everyone
who worships with you

will be crushed.

I would sooner live out
the rest of my days

feeding pigs at the monastery

than feeding your
ravenous ambition.

You're damned.

Hyah!

Yah!

Robert of Gloucester!

Richard of Kingsbridge!

I thought you were a knight,
not a foot soldier!

A poor knight, My Lord,
but soon I'll be a wealthy one!

Yah! Yah!

In the name of Queen Maud...

I ask you for mercy.

Then God grant you peace.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Good man!

I am not yet defeated.

I still have you, Henry.

Gloucester was my muscle,
but you, you are my heart.

And I swear upon
his butchered body...

one day, you will be king.

God told me this would happen.

In a dream, Your Majesty?

Heavens, no. He told me
over dinner last night.

You have my undying gratitude.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

I humbly ask...

I have no title to give you.

Yet there's to be a crusade,
and I need volunteers.

I'll give you horse and armor
and a squire or two

if you kill
some Saracens for me.

When you return, we'll see what
we can do about your father's title.

As you wish, Your Majesty.

You see, Eustaces,
Maud's bastard brother is dead.

He was her strength.
She's defeated now.

And I swear
on his traitorous head,

one day, you will be king.

The workers are gone.

Nothing's been done
since the collapse.

What is it, brother?

Is something wrong?

It's Jack!
He's come home!

Hey! Jack Jackson's home!

He's in the cathedral!

Welcome home, Jack.

Last time we saw you, you were
locked away in our dungeon.

Have you returned to serve out
the rest of your sentence?

I was locked up
to keep me away from Aliena.

It's too late for that now.

I was wrong.

As I recall,
my predecessor forbade you

from stepping foot on these
holy grounds except as a monk.

You're consorting
with a married woman

and living in sin.

You must either leave
the whore or leave Kingsbridge.

I've come to finish
the cathedral.

The cathedral is dead, Jack.

There are no more relics,
miracles or pilgrims.

Which is why
I bring you this...

a miraculous statue,
a holy relic from France.

We've heard about
these fake relics

traveling from
village to village,

supposedly curing the sick.

However, there's always
a charlatan behind it.

She weeps
for the world's ambitions.

Ave Maria, gratia plena

Dominus tecum...

benedicta tu in mulieribus,

et benedictus fructus
ventris tui Iesus.

It's a trick, Your Eminence,
but I don't know how he does it.

Where did he get it?

He made it himself,
it's obvious.

Rumor has it, it's carved
from the true cross,

but it's far too new for that.

And the miracles,
are they real?

Who's to say?

Cripples walk,
the dying are revived,

but witchcraft does the same.

One thing is certain.

More and more pilgrims
come every day

giving money for the cathedral.

That's the greatest
miracle of all.

Ma!

Ma!

My boy!

Oh, I missed you!
I missed you so much!

I missed you, too.

You're thinner than ever.

You look exactly the same.

You're a father now. You have
to take care of yourself.

We named him Tom.

Give him here.

He looks like he eats well.

And constantly.

How is married life?

We're not married yet,
not in the eyes of the Church.

Why should you care
what the Church says?

I'm gonna ask Alfred
for an annulment.

He'll never give it.

Come.

I intend to rebuild
the cathedral, Ma,

but they won't hire
a man who's living in sin.

That would eliminate
everyone in their eyes.

Ma, I met my father's family.

Somehow, Father got that ring.

And it must've been a sign that
he intended to give the king,

but they silenced him
before that could happen.

A sign of what?

That he was there, Ma,
that he knew the prince

or that the prince told him
something or he saw something,

something that cost
him his life, Ma.

Who were the other two?

What other two?

The men that condemned
Father. Who were they?

I curse you, all three of you.

Your church, dear prior,
shall burn to the ground.

Prior James was one, the prior
of Kingsbridge before Philip.

Your children, My Lord,
shall die on the gallows.

Who is the lord?

He's dead.

There's nothing you
can do to him anymore.

Lord Percy.

Percy Hamleigh.

And the priest?
The one you confessed to.

And you, good father,
the confessor whom I trusted,

you shall one day climb
very high, only to fall.

Waleran.

I told him that I'd
found a man on the beach.

He needs your help,
your support.

He has a secret he will
tell no one but the king.

They framed you father for
stealing the priory chalice.

And eventually,
they burned him.

And he never
told you his secret?

No.

But they knew.

How?

God hear thee, mother.

Your Eminence, welcome.

Make way for the bishop.

Your Eminence, I... I need
to speak to you about my sister.

Holy Mary,
mother of God!

Tears of Mary!

It's beautiful!

Holy Mary! Please!

Please help!

Save me, o blessed virgin!

Help me!

Help me!
Please help me!

Can I come in?

- - Are you alone?
- - Yes.

I didn't do it
to hurt you, Alfred.

I'm here to ask you,
on behalf of Aliena,

to apply for an annulment.

Why should I?

You won't be able to
marry again without it.

You'll have a wife
who won't live with you,

who fathered a child
with another man.

And that's how you'll be known.

I got rid of her.
I told her to leave.

I don't want her back,
you can be sure of that.

- Yes.
- The house is mine.

When I married her,
it passed to me.

Of course.

And I want money.

It'll cost you.

Well, I have no money now,

but if the church building
continues, I will soon enough.

And I can give you work,
too, if you need it.

They won't allow it.

No one trusts me to
build for them anymore.

Well, damn them! I built
that vault strong enough!

I supported it well.
It wasn't my fault! I was cursed.

Alfred...

I loved her!

You knew that.

From the first moment
I saw her, I loved her.

Now I'm a laughingstock.

You took my da from me.

You killed my ma. Your witch
of a mother poisoned her.

Your ma died in childbirth.

She poisoned her!

And then she cursed me.

She made me soft...

down here.

Everyone heard. And when they
saw the baby, everyone knew!

- She doesn't have those powers.
- She collapsed the vault!

She took my work from me!

You took my wife!

Everything I've ever had
or wanted, you've stolen!

- You took something, too.
- What? What did I ever take?

My ring. You took
my da's ring.

And I want it back.

If I had it,
I would melt it into a lump

and piss on it.

Get out.

We know you wish
Jack Jackson dead.

If only wishes had knives.

Dear lady, I think
you miss my point.

Because of Jackson's
miraculous statue,

there are now pilgrims
in Kingsbridge.

And where there are
pilgrims, there is a market.

They have a license.

They haven't had a turnout

simply because your son
burned the fleece fair.

That was your idea.

Is that an accusation
or a compliment?

There will be a new market,

and I expect there will be
a newer, grander fleece fair.

Shiring will once again get
the sharp end of the stick.

Could I be clearer
than this, hmm?

We are, for better
or worse, together in this.

Then let's kill him.

And Aliena.
They're living in sin.

They deserve to die, and
that bastard child of theirs.

And how do you plan to do this?

We could slip him some poison.

Mother's a witch.

An assassin perhaps.

Assassins can be
caught and tortured.

Another attack on Kingsbridge.

He may run away, he may hide.

With our luck, he'll probably
be visiting his mother.

Why not combine all three?

William won't attack until we're certain
Jack is present, I can see to that.

You once said you had
a spy or two at the priory.

In the midst of battle,

your spy will stab Jack
with a dagger dipped in poison.

Who's to say he didn't
die defending his church?

There's the
added bonus of course

of destroying Kingsbridge.

What do you think?

Oh, leave it to Eve every time.

First, I must make
a pilgrimage to Kingsbridge

to make sure Jack's at home.

And besides, I'm curious
to see the Madonna.

Give me your spy's name.
I'll talk to him.

Blessed be God forever.

Blessed be God in his angels
and in his saints.

Blessed be
God forever. Amen.

Father, I need to confess.

Tomorrow morning,
my child, uh, before mass.

No, Father, now.

Don't be afraid.

I can't imagine any sin
you've committed

is as terrible as you fear.

It's not a sin, Father.

What do you mean?

It's not a sin
I need to tell you.

My husband, William...

Yes?

He's going
to attack Kingsbridge

in 2 days' time
with an army of men.

Dear God, why?

They want to kill
someone named Jack.

There's a spy who's
going to assassinate him

during the attack.

Did they say who?

No.

It's Remigius. He's
always been Waleran's ally.

I'll have to try and find
some way to lock him up.

I'd rather catch
him in the act.

How can we defend
ourselves against William?

I haven't a clue, but
Aliena has a visitor who does.

We meet him in the field
outside of town.

There are hundreds of us.
He'll bring twenty at most.

Monks don't fight.

I can't ask the townspeople
to give their lives

when I won't risk my own.

Maybe they'll run
when they see us.

And maybe they won't.

Is there any way to
avoid a pitched battle?

Not without town walls.

Walls would do it?

Yes, but we can't
build them in time.

They're easy to build.
We have the men and materials.

There's not enough stone
to wall in the town.

Well, does it have to be stone?

A ditch with
a rampart would work.

But that wouldn't
hold them back for long.

Long enough. They'd
be stopped, exposed.

And when they're vulnerable,
we can shoot stones, arrows...

Can you build
a town wall in 2 days?

Well, I've never built
a town wall in my life,

so it'll be the worst-built
wall in England,

but I... I think so, yeah.

Well, what if it
doesn't hold them back?

Wouldn't it be safer
to run to the forest

and trust William won't follow?

It's not a question of safety.

If we run, we lose everything
that we've worked for:

the priory, the cathedral.

And I have a special reason to
see William Hamleigh defeated.

Come on, you two!

Attention!

One, two, three.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Come on, men!
Keep it up!

This wall needs
to go up faster!

And pull!

Keep it up!

Thank you.

That's enough!

Shore 'er up!!
Shore 'er up!

Ma!

Aliena sent word.

I want to help.
Put me to work.

Tomorrow morning,
when we attack Kingsbridge,

don't forget that
destruction, My Lord...

is the work of angels,

albeit the dark ones.

Where are you?

I want to fuck you.

Up higher. That's it.

Pick a pole.

Throw it away!

Watch out.

There you go.

Leave it alone.

Take it away.

Left, right.

It goes over there.

Another way clear.

Together!

Are you ready?

Ready!

Are we gonna finish in time?

At this rate, no.

What can we do
to speed things up?

We need to build
faster and worse.

Well then, let's do it!

It's my fault
you rest in unholy ground.

I should go to hell,
Kate, not you.

I love you.

Hyah! Hyah, hyah!

Ride toward me. Arrest
everyone over there.

Now!

Yah!

Yah!

Come on!

Yah!

William! Come!

Ah!

My Lord? My Lord!

Retreat!

Retreat!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah! Yay!

Hyah! Hyah!

Jack! Where is Jack?

We're saved!
We are saved!

We did it!

It was the wall that
did it, Jack, your wall.

What's this?
What's this? What's this?

My... my sister.

He promised to

rebury her in holy ground.

She'd be saved, Philip.

He forgave me this.

Oh no!

Oh no!

Oh no, no, no!

You told Bishop Waleran

about the weeping lady.

You've done everything
you can to stop the cathedral.

You even knew about the attack
and you didn't tell us.

Did you coerce Cuthbert
into murdering Jack?

His sister was
a woman of the streets

who died on the day she
came here for forgiveness.

The bishop refused
her absolution

and buried her
in unholy ground.

Did you barter her salvation?

That was Bishop Waleran's
doing, not mine.

I told him Cuthbert's a fool,

but he didn't trust me.

We don't want you prior
no more. We want Philip back.

Aye! Aye!

You idiot!

Twenty men to take a town!

I didn't know they had a wall.

Well, they didn't
as of a few days ago.

Somebody must've talked.
What did you do?

Get drunk and brag to one
of your stupid whores? Oh!

You are as dense as your father,
William, and twice the coward.

A bump on your head
and you turn tail and run!

Once again, it is
up to me to save Shiring.

God knows it'll never be saved

by incompetent
pig slurry like you!

Enough!

Is my sweet William
out of sorts, hmm?

Your mother has a temper,
dear, you know that.

Now tell me. Whom
do you hate the most?

Jack Jackson.

And what would you do to him?

Skin him alive.

And so you shall.

And whom do you love the most?

William, whom do
you love the most?

You.

And what would you do to me?

What the fuck
are you looking at?

Shhh!

Shhh!

Shhh!

What a terrible accident.

Too much wine and
wandering at night.

You betrayed us, brother.

For that, we cast you out.

Take what few belongings
you have and leave.

We'll finish this church
without you.

Oh, you will.
That, you will.

But that church

is for your glory, not God's.

I may be a sinner,
too, but you,

you, Philip, are
no better than Waleran.

It's only words, Prior.

There's truth in them.

Thanks to you,
this town is saved,

and because of you,
we will finish this church.

I want you to be
my master builder, Jack.

I hope I'm ready, Prior.

I know you are.

My fight in the crusade
will get us back our title.

I'll bring back a Saracen's head
from the Holy Land just for you.

Just bring yourself back,
that's all I ask.

Philip in power...

Regan dead,

the cathedral to be finished.

Ever your patient general,
Lord God,

when will I see our victory?

Look what I have done for you.

God, why hast thou forsaken me?

Good morning.

So, now that we've
finished the vault,

we start work on the towers.

It's 2 fingers
pointing to heaven,

but also doubly supporting
the wall of the nave.

Now, our budget is tight,
our time frame even tighter.

So, we must be
swift and diligent.

And there's
no room for error now.

We will finish this church
while peace still reigns.

Another war could
stop us all together.

Now, Matthew...

I'm afraid, Father.

Good God, Eustace! What
can you possibly be afraid of?

I'll make a bad decision.

Kings don't make bad decisions.

Now, your advisers
will advise you.

But, if something goes wrong,

it's their fault for
not informing you fully.

Now sit.

Bring in the petitioner.

Don't fuss about it.

You're only king for a morning.

This is a...
It's a minor issue.

England won't collapse if
you mishandle it. Good boy.

Richard of Kingsbridge,
welcome home.

The crusade went well?

It was a long journey, Your
Majesty, with little result.

You killed a lot
of Jews, didn't you, hmm?

That's what I was told.

I came to believe the Jews were not
necessarily our enemies, My Lord.

Mmm, how odd.

At any rate,
you have a petition.

Prince Eustace here
will hear it.

And whatever
he decides will be law.

My Prince.

Speak freely, Sir Richard.

For many years now,
I have been asking

that my father's title
be restored to me,

along with his castle
and his land.

I've served
the king faithfully,

first against Maud,
now in the Holy Land.

Your title was given to
William Hamleigh, was it not?

Yes, My Lord.

But he's continually
changed sides

in the war of succession,

and in addition, is a bad
landlord with unpaid taxes.

I will pay those taxes and
serve you better than he

once Shiring is mine.

Very well, it's yours.

It's mine, My Lord?

Yes, if...
that's all right, Father?

Whatever you say, Eustace.

There's just one tiny problem.

Cardinal Waleran,

you know Richard of Kingsbridge,
don't you?

Your Eminence.

The cardinal recently
returned from Rome

where he served
His Holiness for nearly 8 years.

Your Eminence is well rewarded
for your service, I see.

What's the problem, Cardinal?

Why can't Richard
be named earl?

In order for him
to claim his title,

he has to take the castle
by force, Majesty.

And it is
well armed, I believe.

So, Richard has to
raise his own army,

and pay and feed
and arm them himself.

Unless Your Majesty
is willing to contribute.

No.

No, that's... that's
impossible.

We're poor as church mice.

Tommy! Tom, you've got
to run it against the wind.

So, take it the other way.

That's good. He's good.
Hand me the basket.

Jack!

What?

Nothing.

Wait, what?
What is it?

No, don't. Stop.

A storm is coming.

I'll go check
the cathedral for cracks.

You should take Tom back
before he gets wet.

God forbid anything
should happen

to your precious cathedral.

What did you say?

I said cathedral first,
family second.

That's not true.

It's my work.

It's your life, Jack.

Not me, not Tommy.

You have your work, Aliena.

Which doesn't compare
to your calling from God.

Prior Philip gives you pittance

for all the hours that you
spend building his church, Jack.

His, not yours.

You're so tired
when you come home,

you have little energy
for anything else but sleep.

I'm treated like
a neglected mistress.

I'm not even your wife!

And you think an afternoon
of kite flying and picnic

is enough to make
everything fine?

You're not my wife because
you chose to marry Alfred.

I begged you not to,

but Richard needed the money.

And that is all that
you care about, isn't it,

is Richard's precious title.

Well, that was your
naive promise, Aliena, not mine.

Face the facts.

Shiring is a dream,

you will never win it back.

Just as you will never
be a princess again,

only the merchant mistress
of a common laborer.

Now take Tom back.

Someone left this
for you, Your Eminence.

Who?

He didn't say.

We'll stop at the inn.

Ma!

What do you want?

Money? Food?

You must help me, witch.

I can't help you
if you kill me.

I don't
wanna hurt anybody!

Remigius!

I've no one to turn to.

Whom do you
love the most?

And what would you do me?

Mother! No!

Who did this to you?

My husband.

Why?

He was drunk and angry.

He does it often,
but this was the worst.

Who is your husband?

You needn't fear.

I will keep you safe.

William of Shiring.

Elizabeth?

I was in love once.

Love is a terrible thing.

I know, it struck me dead.

Did she die?

He hanged himself.
And I found him.

I was only 13
when he married me.

The Church forbade
him to touch me

until I was...
more mature.

He cared nothing for rules.

He came to me
on my wedding night,

and hurt me so badly

that I was unable,
after that, to bear children.

I loved him and he loved me.

How could it be a sin?

But I confessed,
and my confessor

made me denounce
him to the others.

And after he took his life,
my confessor made me fix things

so that I would never
be able to sin like that again.

You ran away.

Three days ago.

God help me if he finds me.

Is your confessor still alive?

Oh yes.

You should denounce
him to the Church.

He is the Church.

But I sent him a letter

from the ghost
of Jack Shareburg.

What?

Threatening to
expose his secret.

But it's all
I can do, is threaten.

What would you do...

To see justice done?

Anything.

Anything.

For our church,
dear God, I would do anything.

There are cracks
in the ceiling?

You mustn't use
the church again

until I find
the cause and I fix it.

You said you'd found
a way to support the weight.

I thought I had.

As did Alfred.

No, the old walls were made

for a wooden ceiling,
but he used stone.

These walls, they're
well-buttressed.

They can hold the weight.

So why is the ceiling cracking?

I don't know, Prior!
I do not know.

Tom would know.
I am not Tom.

Richard! Richard!

I missed you!

You're home!

And happy to be here.

You're holding
in your arms, dear sister,

the new Earl of Shiring.

It's true.

King Stephen made it
official last week.

Wonderful!

Everything we worked for...

all these years...

Finally, we did it.

There is one
minor complication.

Before we move in,
we have to move William out.

That shouldn't be difficult.
You have friends from the army.

Surround the castle,

and, if William doesn't
surrender, attack.

In 17 years of civil war,
do you know how many times

I've seen a castle
captured by frontal attack?

None.

They're taken by cowardice,
treachery and deception.

We need to find a way in
without William knowing it.

What?

What are you smiling at?

We have a way in.

Get a rope round it.

Yeah, open up.

Richard's back.
He's won his title.

William Hamleigh is a tyrant!

He's attacked Kingsbridge,
murdered its citizens,

yet freely walks among us
whenever he wishes.

King Stephen has seen fit
to strip him of his title,

but it is up to us
to strip him of his lands.

I have soldiers,
friends from the crusade

who will lead the charge and
bear the brunt of the battle,

but I need men to back them up.

I will reward you
with what gold we capture.

William will be punished
for the evil he has done,

and the blood of your wives
and children will be avenged!

There's not enough
of us to take a castle!

We'll never make it
inside the gate.

Oh yes, we will.

We have a friend
who will help us.

What is it?

You look like
you need to confess.

I've been an ass and an idiot.

Well, if that's a sin,
we'll all burn in hell.

What about?

Aliena, the roof,

everything that is
important in my life.

What you said
this morning was right.

You're right, you're not Tom.

You're Jack, which is
something much better.

Tom was a dreamer with enough
faith to give his dreams weight,

but you...

you have an exceptional gift.

And you have determination
instead of faith.

We all need faith, Jack.

It makes it easier
for God to help us.

And Aliena believes
in you more than you do.

How much faith
do you have in her?

What do you mean, Prior?

She left an hour ago with Richard and
an army of men to retake Shiring.

She's gone? Prior?

Edgar.

Hmm? Oh, milady.

Is Lord William here?

No, he's out looking for you.

Assemble everyone
in the courtyard.

I have an announcement to make.

Yes, milady.

Leave it open, Edgar.

But, milady?

Leave it open.

All, silence for milady!

I have come
to bid you all goodbye.

I am no longer your lady

because my husband
is no longer your earl.

King Stephen has awarded
the title to Richard,

whose father once ruled here,

and whose sister, Aliena,
some of you may remember.

I am surrendering the castle
to the rightful Earl of Shiring,

and command you all
to lay down your weapons.

There will be no bloodshed.

The castle is taken, Walter.

But I'm not!

No bloodshed!

No, wait.

Ah!

Now we're even.

Now we're even.

She betrayed me, my own wife.

If you kick a dog...

it may someday bite you.

Your mother never learned that,

and now she burns
in eternal fire.

Nonsense, she is in heaven,

kneeling before
the throne of God.

She's in hell, William, and
rumor has it you put her there.

What can I do?

I'll build a chapel
in exchange for her salvation.

It's too late for that.

All you can do
is save yourself now.

How?

I'll do anything.

This isn't fair!

No, it isn't.

Very little
is fair in this life,

and the forces
of evil are strong.

And make no mistake about it.

It's the devil we're fighting,
and the scores are even.

But this is why
I called you here.

I have the authority
to appoint a district sheriff.

What would you say
if I appointed you?

I am not a sheriff.

I am a lord.

Don't try my patience, William.

I will want you to make
an arrest for murder soon.

- Who?
- Who murdered whom?

No one's murdered anyone, yet.

I don't follow.

No, I don't expect you to.

Trust me, William.

I'm laying a trap for a witch.

Ma.

What are you doing here?
Why were you in the crypt?

I'm retrieving an old letter
for a new friend.

Trust me, Jack. I'm laying
a trap for a bishop.

Alfred! Brother, wake up.

There's someone here
to see you. Wake up.

Tell them I'm not well.

You're well enough.
Now get on your feet.

I'll bring some water
so you can wash your face.

- Why? Who is it?
- It's Cardinal Waleran.

Your Eminence.

Oh, do get up.

Did Martha offer you
something to eat? We'd be...

I have no time. I'm here
to grant you a favor.

Is it the annulment?
Will I be able to marry again?

Follow my wishes, you'll be
able to do whatever you want.

What's that?
A dagger?

What?

I want you to provoke
Jack Jackson into a fight.

You want me to kill him?

No, of course not.
That would be murder.

What then?

I want you to make
Jackson spill some blood:

yours.

My blood?

If it's convenient. Just
a few drops, nothing serious.

Why?

So I can have him arrested.

I'll deal with the rest.

Do this, I'll dissolve
your marriage

and make you a free man.

And you can marry
whoever you want.

Do you, um, have
a bride picked out?

Several.

Glad to be of service.

I'm returning to England...

to fight for my rightful crown.

Our soldiers are returning
from the crusade, Mother.

They'll support me.

- Henry...
- Don't you dare forbid it!

I would be ashamed
if you didn't want this,

but Father Francis here believes

the crown can be won
with ink, not blood.

Stephen is old and his son,
Eustace, weak and unpopular.

Let me travel with you and
try to negotiate a compromise.

I don't believe in compromise.
Compromise is for cowards.

I spit in the face of fear.

I'm assembling an army!

You done there?

You have to go on your own.

The vault's cracking,
not because of the weight,

but because of the height,

because of the wind.

I don't follow.

Come. Here.

This here, this is
the wall of the church.

Now place your hand
flat across my fingers

as if it were the roof.

Right, now press down.

So, as Euclid says, the wall
of my arm holds that weight.

Now, instead of the roof,

imagine your hand is the
wind blowing against my arm.

Do you see?

The vault's cracking
because the walls are moving.

It's the wind
that's causing it.

It's no coincidence that
I discovered the cracks

on the night of the storm.

Thank you, Elizabeth.
Take this one instead.

It's better than
the Italian fabric,

and the color won't fade.

You see, all these parts,
not just the walls,

were meant to work together
to support the whole.

It's like a team of workers.

I learned this in France.

Now, the wind is a new force
working against us.

It wasn't as strong
in Saint Denis.

So, what we're looking for

is a new part that's
not yet been invented.

Now, look at the bird
and follow me.

I'm heading out
to buy some flowers.

Hey, look..
Feel that, feel that, eh?

So, it's a taller buttress,
at least 20 feet higher,

but with these
second half arches

that leap across
to the exterior wall

near where those cracks
are forming.

So, it will brace
the top half of the church

and keep these walls rigid
when the wind blows.

But won't the higher
buttresses appear rather naked?

Well, if we try and hide them with
more walls, we lose the light.

What's wrong with
them appearing naked

so long as they're strong and
elegant, like the bird's wing?

Good morning, dear wife.

Winged buttresses?

Exactly.

Jack! It's Alfred,
he's drunk.

I've never seen him so wild.

What do you mean?

He attacked Aliena.

What happened?

The arm, too.

I've been worse.

Jack!

Alfred!

Alfred!

Serves plenty!!
A pitcher now!

Serves this many!

Bastard stabbed me!

Everyone, Jack Bastard
stabbed me unprovoked!

No, he attacked Aliena.

She's my wife!

My wife, sister, look what
Jack Bastard did to me.

He scratched himself,
Aliena. It was his own knife.

I've never seen
it before in my life!

Why should I stab myself?

It's Aliena I wanna stab,
and not with a knife.

Ha ha!

What?

He tricked me!

- What?
- It was poisoned.

Dear God!

- What is happening?
- I don't know.

For Maud, Queen of England!

Eustace! Eustace!

Yes?

I'm Henry.

Pleased to meet you, cousin.

Dead?

Not dead.
My son is not dead.

No, no.

No!

Your Majesty, no.

Your Majesty!

Your Majesty, please!

Eustace, dear boy,
you're alive!

You're alive!

No. No!

What is the meaning of this?

As newly appointed
district sheriff,

I've come to arrest
Jack Jackson

for the murder
of Alfred Thomson.

This cathedral
stands on holy ground.

No arrest can be made
under the laws of sanctuary.

Now take your men and
your horses and leave.

Not so fast, good prior.

The laws of sanctuary
only apply to churches

that have been
dedicated and sanctified.

You should know that.

This church is not yet finished,
so God's law has no power here.

Seize him.

What would you know
of God's law?

Your Church is a church of
ambition, not of Christ.

Holy ambition which
brings me closer to Christ.

Is that why
you burned my father?

The Church did.
I just sentenced him.

But Lord Percy and Prior James

were under your orders,
weren't they?

I was merely a priest.

With connections in court!
So, what did my father know?

Was it something to do
with the White Ship?

Gag him.
Prepare for trial.

Send for the executioner
from Winchester.

Yah!

Try to finish
your cathedral now.

Alfred Thomson was drunk.

He attacked me
in the public square.

As his wife.

You publicly rejected him.
His reaction was understandable.

We haven't lived together
in nearly 10 years.

All the more reason, I would
think, for his desperation, hmm?

Did Jack Jackson
stab Alfred Thomson?

The wound was not fatal.
It barely nicked his skin.

Oh, not fatal? Perhaps your late husband
should testify to that.

The dagger was poisoned.

There are witnesses here who can
testify how Alfred Thomson died.

Furthermore, the weapon belonged
neither to Alfred nor to Jack.

This is mere quibbling.
Take the witness down.

The facts are clear.

Alfred Thomson died
from a stab wound

administered by Jack Jackson,
who is hereby condemned

to be hanged by
the neck until dead.

And may God have
mercy on his soul.

Proceed with the execution.

No! No! It was murder,

but the one that poisoned the
dagger should hang, not Jack!

Silence, woman. Silence!

I have evidence!

There is no need
for more evidence.

The prisoner
has been condemned.

Evidence

of the murder
of a future king...

of regicide.

What is she talking about?

- She's a madwoman!
- She's lying to save her son.

That woman was condemned
as a witch years ago

and has evaded
the law ever since.

So, we'll have
2 hangings today.

Mother, run. Run!

No. There's been too much
running from the law in Kingsbridge.

I have the evidence here.

Quiet! Let her speak!

Evidence of treason.

The chalice was planted
on Jacques Cherbourg

at the request of
Prior James of Kingsbridge.

He was tortured and burned.
An innocent man!

This is nonsense,
total nonsense.

This has nothing
to do with this trial.

Seize her and
hang her right away.

As prior of Kingsbridge,
let me remind Your Eminence...

Let me remind you,
Prior Philip.

This is a trial
for murder, not treason.

Let me remind you
that you are on priory land

within priory walls.

Let this woman speak.

35 years ago, I found a man...

Jack Jackson's father,
near drowned on a beach.

He held a secret for the king.

And before he was
taken by his enemies,

he asked me for quill,
paper, ink and sealing wax.

I never saw his letter
until a few days ago.

When he was brought here
and stripped for torture,

one of the monks discovered
it hidden in his clothing.

This monk concealed
what he found,

certain that, if anyone
knew what he had read,

he too would be eliminated.

This...

is Jacques Cherbourg's story.

Jacques Cherbourg, who is he?

I don't know.

"Your Majesty,
I was a jongleur

"hired by young Prince William
to sail with him to England.

"The ship was set ablaze,
and people were drowning."

Help! Help!

God save me!

"Being the only good swimmer,
I managed to stay afloat,

"and saw the prince
and his bride

"save themselves
in a rowboat,

"along with Father Waleran
and Lord and Lady Hamleigh.

"I was about to call
to the prince for help

"when the
unthinkable happened."

Kill her, Percy!

"I tried to save him,
but it was too late.

"His ring, however,
slipped off into my hand.

"Your Majesty,
your son's ring

"is the proof
of what I saw."

"I swear to the truth of these
words on my immortal soul.

"Jacques Cherbourg."

- Murderer!
- It's the bishop!

Hang the bishop!

- Murderer!
- Murderer!

Let the bishop have it!

There is no proof this
is anything but a forgery.

He sealed it with
the lost prince's ring.

Another forgery, another lie.

He gave me the ring
for safekeeping,

and I gave it to Jack.

And Alfred stole it!

So, there is no ring.
There is no ring!

Pity, it might have given
a glint of truth to your story.

Proceed with the execution.

No! No!

No!

It's here!

Martha.

I took it from Jack years ago.

Because he said
it was worthless,

and I thought
it was pretty.

He accused Alfred
of stealing it.

When I tried
to tell him differently,

I grew afraid.

I kept it, Jack...

because you loved
Aliena so and...

I wanted a little bit
of you for myself.

This proves nothing.

It proves, once again,

that the citizens of Kingsbridge
have been used unlawfully

by Bishop Waleran
and William Hamleigh.

You've attacked
this town twice,

killing our husbands,
our wives, our children.

And now you attack again
by murdering the one man

that has brought
this town back to life.

No! You will not touch her!

Burn in hell!

Hang the two!

It's not me!
It's not me!

It's the bishop!
It's Waleran! He set me on to it.

Silence! Silence!

Allow him to be heard.

He was
Prince William's confessor,

and Stephen's.

He went to Stephen
and made a bargain.

With Prince William dead,

Stephen would be
in direct line to the throne.

He recruited
my parents to help.

And together,
they scuttled the ship

and murdered
the prince and his wife.

For this, my parents were
given land and position,

but he did it for power.

But I did nothing. As God
is my witness, I did nothing.

I don't want to die!

Let go of me!

Citizens of Kingsbridge...

you have brought the wrath
of God upon yourselves.

You harbor liars, witches,

sodomites and thieves.

And unholy priests!

Because of your treachery,

England has been steeped
in blood for 16 years.

Soldiers have died,
wives mourned,

sons grown fatherless
into manhood

and then gone themselves
to fight and to die.

This town has been burned,

its citizens slaughtered...

and yet, still we survive.

We build a cathedral like
none has ever seen before

in praise of God
and our abilities

and our faith
in some peaceful tomorrow.

And in spite
of you, Waleran Bigod,

the people of Kingsbridge
will find that peace.

Take hold of that man!

I claim sanctuary!

I am your bishop
and this is holy ground.

There is no sanctuary,
you said so yourself.

He spilled our blood!

There he is!

There's Waleran!

There he is!

- No, Jack!
- No, Jack!

And you, you shall
one day climb very high...

only to fall.

Ego te absolvo.

When we began work
on the Kingsbridge Cathedral,

King Stephen was newly crowned,
and the Princess Maud

fled to France with
her newborn son, Henry.

For years, England was torn
by war and great suffering.

King Stephen is since dead,

and Maud's son now rules
as King Henry II of England.

Now we have peace and
hope for a bright tomorrow.

And for these gifts
and our beautiful church,

I thank God, our king,
the people of Kingsbridge

and several generations
of tireless workers.

But the cathedral
is not finished

and nor will it ever be.

Just as human perfection
is something we all strive for

and can never attain,

so this church will
forever be changing,

growing, crumbling at times...

an ongoing legacy of our
feeble efforts to touch God.

A cathedral, my friends,
is... is neither stone nor statues

nor even a place of prayer.

It is...

a continuum of creation...

beautiful work that,
pray God, will never end.

And, as one final note of grace,
I... Need I point this out?

Jack has finished the...

windows with, whoever
heard of it, colored glass.

He filled
this world with light.

God be praised.

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