All language subtitles for Knightfall.S02E02.The.Devil.Inside.1080p.10bit.BluRay.AAC5.1.HEVC-Vyndros

King Philip:
They attacked me.

The Templars took up arms
against my army.

Berenger: The Paris Temple fell
because of you.

I will not see the same
happen here!

[ Both grunting ]

Landry is welcome back into
our sacred Order as an Initiate.

You disobeyed
my direct order.

I came to offer you
renewed purpose.

I'm not the greatest swordsman
in Paris.

The greatest swordsman
in all of France.

King Philip: Pope Boniface is
coming to Paris.

[ Horse neighs ]

Princess Isabella:
Louis!

Where's mother?

[ Screams ]

Why would he cut her open
like this?

Doctor Vigevano:
To remove the child.

The baby is alive.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Mama! Papa!

- Have faith, my love!
- [ Cries ]

Come back here,
you little bastard!

No!

Mama! Papa!

Holy Father, Thou just God
of all good souls.

They are prepared,
Father Benedetto.

Do you hear it,
brothers and sisters?

These Cathars
claim to be Christians,

yet even now,
at their final judgment,

they choose to worship
their false gods!

No! Mercy!

Please! I beg mercy!

[ Flames crackling ]

Open your ears, boy!

They spurn mercy
by refusing to repent.

Outside the church, there can be
no mercy or salvation.

Mother: [ Coughing ]

Only punishment.

Now witness
the eternal hellfire

to which God's
infallible justice

condemns the souls
of these Cathar Heretics!

Mama!

Let us pray.

Mater noster, qui es in coelis,
sanctificatur nomen tuum...

[ Both screaming ]

...adveniat regnum tuum,

fiat voluntas tua,
sicut in caelo, et in terra.

[ Speaking Latin ]

Mama!

♪♪

[ Cicadas whirring ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Quentin: This is the worst stew
I've ever had.

[ Chuckles ]

We eat for sustenance,
not pleasure, Quentin.

Kelton: Pleasure?

Yeah,
I think I remember her.

Lips as red
as cherries.

Yeah,
she was a peach.

What a "pear."

[ Laughter ]

Talus: Remember, Initiates,

you are permitted seven chews
per bite.

One each for the seven gifts
of the Holy Spirit...

wisdom, understanding,
counsel,

fortitude, knowledge,

piety, and awe.

Not gluttony!

Understood?

Initiates: Yes, Master Talus,
sir.

You should count
your blessings.

When I first became
a Templar,

you were only allowed
three chews and a swallow.

[ Laughter ]

Quentin: He reminds me
of my father.

Mean as the devil,
miserable prick.

I envy you, Quentin.

At least you knew
your father.

Mine simply... supplied the seed
and wandered off.

Hold your envy.

You see, I'm the eldest son
of Baron Conon de Brienne,

a Knight of Ponthieu,

famous thereabout
for making war

upon his neighbors
while they were off on crusade.

One of those neighbors,
Anselm de Charny,

returned home
with a small army,

took me hostage,

and laid siege
to my father's castle.

Under a white flag
of truce,

de Charny approached
the curtain wall,

held a sword to my neck,

and demanded
my father's surrender,

in exchange
for my life.

And my father emerged
on the ramparts,

grabbed his crotch,

and yelled,

"Go ahead and slit
the little bugger's throat."

Nah, still be better
to raised by a bastard

than to be one, right?

[ Laughter ]

Landry's right
about that.

Ah? You, too, Kelton?

Yeah.

I was born a bastard,
and I'll die a bastard.

Well, best to live life
as a holy bastard, eh?

[ Laughter ]

And what about you,
Rhone?

Did someone try and kill you
as a child?

That's why
you're always praying?

No.

Not me.

I just did eight chews.

[ Snickering ]

[ Gurgling ]

[ Gags ]

[ Coughing ]

Talus: Seven chews.

No more. No less.

Landry.

I grant you the honor
of cleaning up

after this brazen
young fool.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Birds chirping ]

♪♪

♪♪

You will do
no such thing.

Do not presume
to tell me

what I can
and cannot do, boy.

Why are you here?

To mourn,
of course.

And I have not been a boy
for a very long time, Father.

♪♪

Yes, of course.

You loved her.

You should mourn her,
my son.

As is right
and proper.

And yet
she betrayed you.

She betrayed
all of us.

Yet she was still my mother,
and your wife.

The Queen of France.

The people
still love her.

They know nothing
of her impropriety.

They think she died trying
to bear you yet another heir.

You must allow her
a proper royal funeral.

I would sooner swear fealty
to the Mamluk Sultan.

There will be
no funeral.

[ Thunder crashes,
rain falling ]

[ Groaning ]

Talus: You failed!

No meals
for the next two days!

The task
is impossible!

The wall cannot be climbed
in the rain!

Your turn!

Landry will fail,
just like the others.

[ Thunder crashes ]

Ah!

Give thanks unto God,

for when he rains on us,
he rains on our enemies as well!

Now, look to Psalm 133
for guidance...

and climb
that fucking wall!

You're a former Temple Master...
what's the trick?

Uh, this trial wasn't part
of my initiation.

I've never done it before.

What about Psalm 133?

What of it?

"Behold how good
and pleasant it is

when brothers dwell together
in unity."

Talus: Well, what are you
waiting for...

your balls to drop?!

Climb that wall,
you pissant slugs!

[ All groaning ]

Aah!

[ Thunder crashes ]

Aah!

[ Laughs ]

Ohh.
It's no use.

The stone is
too slippery.

Say, Master High and Mighty,
what are you waiting for?

[ Thunder crashes ]

"When brothers dwell together
in unity."

This trial is
about brotherhood.

Teamwork.

What are you on about?

How the hell do we get
to the top without a rope?

Or a ladder?

We become the ladder.

Quentin, you brace yourself
next to me.

He's lost his mind.

Each man climbs
on the shoulders of the next

until they reach the top,

then help pull
their brothers up.

Ready?

♪♪

♪♪

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Grunting ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Groaning ]

♪♪

♪♪

I can't reach!

We need another man!

[ Groans ]

Climb.
Be quick about it.

You sure?

No. But do it anyway.

Okay.

[ Groaning ]

♪♪

[ Screams ]

♪♪

Come on!

Go!

[ Grunting ]

♪♪

Quentin: Aah!

♪♪

Quentin!

[ Grunts, exhales sharply ]

Quentin!

Quentin!

Sorry.

Got my bell rung.

Quentin, get up
before my back breaks.

[ Grunting ]

[ Thunder crashes ]

♪♪

[ Groaning ]

♪♪

[ Grunting ]

♪♪

♪♪

Master Talus,
I request permission

to lower a rope
and help my brothers climb,

as they helped me!

Permission granted.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Breathing heavily ]

♪♪

[ Birds chirping,
horse snorts ]

[ Footsteps ]

King Philip:
Progress, De Nogaret?

The hunt for Landry du Lauzon
closes in, my liege.

It is only a matter of time
before his head is delivered

to the palace.

Care to wager on that?

If you lose, I'll be sure your
head's delivered in its place.

[ Claps back ]

No doubt the Templars
are congratulating themselves

on having crept in like thieves
in the night

to steal away with
their secret cache of gold.

And yet they still left you
in possession

of their most valuable treasure
of all, my liege.

The Paris Temple itself.

It's yours, Louis.

Use it to launch a campaign
against the Templars.

Oh.

Sincere thanks for such
a splendid gift, Father.

From here, I will see
to the complete

and utter destruction
of the Knights Templar

throughout all of France,

and forfeiture of their wealth
and property to the Crown.

I fully concur
with these brilliant

and glorious objectives.

Yet I would be remiss
in my duties

if I did not respectfully ask
Your Majesty to wait.

Wait for what?

For me to build
an ironclad legal case

against the Templars on charges
of heresy and blasphemy.

These so-called
"Soldiers of God"

still have the full support
of the pope and his church.

Their numbers are legion
throughout all of Europe.

And, sad as it is
to say,

they are still widely revered
right here in France.

To move against them
without absolute proof

of their crimes
will cause problems.

But I believe I have
the solution.

Spit it out,
De Nogaret.

Who better to detail
the grievous crimes

of the Templars than
a former Templar himself?

♪♪

See that it's done
quickly.

Now leave us.

Of course,
Your Majesty.

Your Grace.

♪♪

To hell with De Nogaret
and his schemes, father.

Let me track down
Landry.

I will make him suffer
like no man has ever suffered

for what he has done
to our family.

No, I have an even more vital
task for you,

which no one else
can be trusted with.

The Book of Isaiah
tells us,

"The wolf shall dwell
with the lamb,

and a child
shall lead them."

Gather your wolves,
my son.

There is prey to be hunted.

[ Horse snorts ]

Landry: [ Whispering ]
Hey, Rhone.

Rhone. Rhone!

You must commit those prayers
to memory

and get rid of that thing
before it gets you into trouble.

But it was, um...
It was a gift.

From my mother.

It doesn't matter if it was
from Master Talus himself.

Once you embrace the life
of a Templar,

you must strip yourself
of all worldly possessions.

Past or otherwise.

Well, my mother,
she, um...

She told me
that if I recite these prayers

each day
for a year,

it'll add up to the exact
same number of blows

that Christ endured
before his Crucifixion.

She said
that this would prevent me

from dying
an unnatural death.

Kelton: [ Scoffs ]

Rhone, as much as I love
Christ our Savior,

when it comes to preventing me
from dying an unnatural death,

I'll choose a sword
over a prayer every time.

Vasant: [ Chuckles ]

Look, I don't know
about the rest of you,

but I joined the Temple
in order to master the sword

and earn the title
of Soldier of God,

not to fetch rocks
like a mule

or count the chews
on a crust of slop

or climb the walls
like a squirrel.

It isn't about the wall

or the food
or the rocks.

It's about discipline,
obedience, humility.

Following orders that you think
might mean nothing

without hesitation,

so that when orders come
when arrows fall

and hooves trample
and blood flows,

you will do the same.

Without hesitation.

Trust me, Rhone.

Get rid of that thing.

♪♪

[ Flames crackling ]

♪♪

♪♪

You wanted to see me,
Father.

You're burning
Mother's clothes?

Your mother tears me apart
from the grave.

I wanted to tell you
that the plans

for your marriage to Edward
have been finalized.

You will be wed soon

and begin your new life
as his queen.

Mother would not have
approved

of you sending me
across the sea

to marry
a notorious sodomite.

[ Gasps ]

Your mother is dead.

And even
while yet she lived,

it was I who made the decisions
about your future.

You will be
Queen of England,

as your brother will be
King of France.

I will have peace
with England,

and you shall have a husband
and a crown.

That should be more than enough
to make you happy.

Thank you, Father.

[ Knock on door ]

Come.

[ Door opens ]

Forgive me, Your Majesty.

Your Grace.

What now, De Nogaret?

Have you a head
to deliver?

Only the head
of the Catholic Church.

Pope Boniface has arrived
in Paris

to pay his respects
to the late Queen Joan.

And to see you squirm.

[ Choir singing in Latin ]

[ Footsteps ]

The Bishop of Rome,
His Holiness, Pope Boniface.

King Philip:
Your Holiness.

Philip.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Kisses hand ]

I know that the two of us have
had our differences of late.

You did, after all, launch
an attack on the Templars,

the most devoted
of my Holy Knights.

But we must lay aside discord
on such a weighty occasion

and allow distrust
to be replaced by fellowship.

Allow me to offer
my sincere condolences

on the untimely death
of our beloved Queen Joan.

To lose such a beautiful
and loving woman

must have been
a terrible blow for you,

as it is
to all of France.

Thank you,
Your Holiness.

She was
a... remarkable woman.

But enough of platitudes.

It has come to my attention
that Your Holiness

will soon issue a Papal Bull
concerning the relationship

between secular
and spiritual authority.

As a good Christian,
I wish to know more.

I appreciate your interest
in this matter, Your Majesty,

but now is hardly the time
nor the place

for such a discussion.

De Nogaret: You're in
the throne room

of the most Christian King
of France.

Is there a better time
or place?

Very well.

I will boil it down so that
even an ungodly sycophant

like your Minister De Nogaret
can comprehend.

As the Apostle said,
"There is no power but of God,

and the powers that be
are ordained of God."

And who is to speak for God,
if not I,

His Vicar on Earth?

And so I declared
that submission

on the part
of every man,

be he serf or Royal Counselor
or king...

submission
to the Bishop of Rome

is absolutely necessary
for his salvation.

To put it simply,

submit or be damned.

♪♪

Talus: Initiates, assemble!

[ Metal clanking ]

Each of you chose to give up
your worldly possessions

and turn your backs
on who you were

before you entered
our sacred house, did you not?

Initiates: Yes, Initiate Master.

Yet it appears one of you
has chosen differently.

[ Horse snorts ]

Isn't that right,
Initiate Rhone?

Strip!

♪♪

♪♪

Hmm...

♪♪

But before we deal
with this,

we must first reward the source
of this revelation.

Initiate Michael.

Get out of my sight.

What?

The Temple
is no place for those

who would betray
their brothers.

But, Master Talus...

Leave this Temple
before I beat you to death.

♪♪

Hmm...

Master Talus,
it isn't Rhone's prayer scroll.

[ Sighs ] It's mine.

I hid it in his clothes
to escape punishment.

Do you take me for a fool,
Landry?

No, sir.

I salute your attempt
to spare Rhone

from my righteous wrath.

So instead
of punishing him...

I'm punishing you all!

Strength training
with sacks of rock

from now until sunset.

[ Grumbles ]

Landry, Rhone, Quentin,
Kelton, Vasant.

Not you.

I have a different challenge
for you worthless pig-humpers.

Go into the forest,
find a tree

suitable
for our log physical training,

cut it down, debark it,

and bring it
back here...

on foot.

Master Talus, it'll be night
before we get back.

So it will.

You best take care
not to chop off

each other's fingers and toes
in the dark.

♪♪

[ Hooves clopping ]

Father Valentin:
The Baptismal Rolls, Your Grace?

Prince Louis: I would have
the most recent.

Every infant birth recorded
in the past three months.

Here you are.

Names, dates of baptism,

and places of residence
for Paris

and the surrounding
townships.

Excellent.
And the others.

A... donation
for the Cathedral.

With the greatest respect,
Your Grace,

you cannot take
those scrolls.

They are the only proof
those little Lambs of God

have undergone
the Sacrament of Holy Baptism,

thereby guaranteeing them
entry into heaven.

Furthermore,
they are church property,

which even your father,
the king, has no claim over.

I was baptized.

Does that guarantee me
entry into heaven?

It does, Your Grace,

unless you commit
a mortal sin,

in which case,
you must, of course, repent

and confess
to gain absolution.

Of course.

But, uh, I won't be sinning
today.

[ Swords unsheathing ]

They will.

[ Groaning ]

[ Body thuds ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Boy crying ]

♪♪

♪♪

Kelton: Nothing good happens
in the woods after dark.

They're filled with wolves,
boars, and bats.

Rhone: Oh, bats are
the devil's familiars.

Witches use their blood
to fly.

Seen lots of flying witches,
have you, brother?

I have it
on good authority.

Vasant:
Bats aren't all bad.

My uncle says if you wash
your hair

with powdered bat wings,
you'll never go bald.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, it's a bit too late
for you,

isn't it, Vasant,
you poor bastard?

This one.

Perfect. We can take it down
this ridge here.

[ Sighs ]

Come on then, baldy.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Sighs ]

Hello, Anne.

Mother Superior told me
you were still working.

Is that the new Bible?

Aye.
Mm.

Brother Angus' handiwork
of the past six years.

We will make a generous donation
to the convent

if you apply your talents
to this Good Book

and, uh, illuminate
the manuscript.

[ Sighs, chuckles ]

I'd almost forgotten.

What?

How your eyes appear
by candlelight.

It's like they're filled
with fire.

Thank you, Tancrede.

I will begin work on it
next week.

How is she?

Well, why not come see
for yourself?

[ Door creaks ]

[ Baby cooing ]

The wet nurse feeds her
three or four times a day.

The rest of the time,
she mostly sleeps.

But I do take you
out on the grass once a day

to bathe in Our Lord's sunshine,
didn't I?

[ Gasps ] Ohh.

[ Chuckles ]

She almost never cries.

[ Laughs ]

She takes after
her father.

Hullo, Eve.

Whoa.

Hullo.

Hullo.[ Baby cooing ]

Hullo. How are we?

[ Smooches ]

[ Ax chopping,
saw scraping ]

♪♪

[ Woman screaming in distance ]

Do you hear that?

I didn't hear anything.

Shh, shh, shh!

[ Insects chirping ]

[ Woman screaming in distance ]

♪♪

Take the axes and the saw.

Douse your torches.

Follow me.

[ Woman screaming ]

Leader: Dies irae,
dies illa Solvet Saeclum.

Teste Satan cum sibylla.

Quantos tremor est futurus,

Quando Vindex est venturus

Cuncta stricted discussurus.

[ Woman screaming ]

Dies irae, dies illa!

Crowd: Veni, omnipotens aeterne
diabolus!

Luciferians.

[ Screaming ]

Leader:
Solvet Saeclum in favilla.

Teste Satan cum sibylla.

Quantos tremor est futurus.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Gurgling ]

Crowd: Veni,
omnipotens aeterne diabolus!

♪♪

[ Blood splattering ]

[ Grass rustling ]

Trinity formation!

♪♪

[ All grunting ]

♪♪

Vasant: Aah!

Vasant, hold formation!

[ Woman grunting ]

[ Screaming ]

Help me, Rhone!

[ Grunts ]

Quentin, Quentin.

[ All grunting ]

Landry, help me!
Quickly!

Over here! Help me!

Quentin! Quentin!

[ Quentin gasping ]

Stay with us, lad.

Come on.
We need to go.

Back to the Temple.
Come on!

Come on! Move!

Luciferians: Over there!

- [ Grunting ]
- The woods!

I think I see them.

[ Bell clanking ]

Initiate: Somebody help!

Landry: Draper!

Bring me Draper!

Help us!

[ Screams ]

Somebody. Help us!

[ Gasping ]

Save him, Draper.

Draper, please.

Please save him.

[ Breathing heavily ]

I can't.

Quentin's dead.

♪♪

I'm sorry, Landry.

What happened?

We were attacked
from the forest.

By Luciferians.

Devil worshipers.

Berenger: Landry brought this
upon us.

He's cursed. He's brought
the devil into our house!

Enough, Berenger!

Draper, take an escort
of Brother Knights

into the woods
and send a rider back

as soon as you discover
the location

of these Satan-worshipping
heathens.

Yes, Grandmaster.

Bring him inside.

Berenger: This is your doing,
Landry.

Yours alone.

[ Breathing heavily ]

♪♪

Give me a horse!

Give me
a fucking horse!

Talus: Where do you think
you're going?

I'm joining
the scouting party.

You've done enough
already.

But I'm the one who knows
their last location.

And I didn't break
formation.

I held fast, and I fought
alongside my brothers.

And yet
you still failed.

Quentin died out there,
Landry.

On your watch.

Now you think if you go kill
some goat-faced heretics,

it'll make you feel better
about losing that boy.

But this is a task
for Templars,

and you're not a Templar
anymore.

You're an Initiate.

And I don't give a shit
how you feel!

♪♪

Man: Hyah-hyah!

[ Hooves clopping ]

♪♪

The Luciferians are said
to dwell within these woods.

[ Templars screaming ]

[ Horses groaning ]

Hyah!

[ Screams ]

[ Body thuds ]

[ Wheezing ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Arrow thwacks ]

[ Body thuds ]

Strip the bodies.

♪♪

[ Breathing heavily ]

♪♪

[ Gasps ]

[ Grunting ]

Berenger: We could not drive you
out of our Temple.

So we'll burn the devil
out of yours.

We drive you from us,
unclean spirit,

satanic power,
infernal invader.

May you be snatched away

and driven from the soul
of this man,

Landry du Lauzon,

made in the image of God

and redeemed by the blood
of our Blessed Lord and Savior,

Jesus Christ.

God the Father
commands you.

God the Son commands you.

God the Holy Spirit
commands you.

[ Flesh sizzling ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Grunting ]

[ Hooves clopping ]

♪♪

[ Horse snorts ]

♪♪

[ Baby crying ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Sword unsheathes ]

♪♪

[ Hooves clopping ]

♪♪

Tancrede: Landry?

♪♪

♪♪

Who did this to you?

I did it to myself.

Don't lie to me,
brother.

Who committed
this vile act?

There is no place
in the Temple

for a man who would betray
his brothers.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

♪♪

[ Coin clinks ]

Papal Guard: Alt! Chi va li?

[ Coin clinks ]

♪♪

[ All grunting ]

♪♪

♪♪

Aah!

[ Blood splattering ]

[ Body thuds ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Groans ]

[ Body thuds ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Footsteps ]

♪♪

[ Door opens, creaks ]

De Nogaret?

How in our Lord's Holy Name
did you get past my guards?

Capitano!

Capitano Malatesta!

No one will be coming to
your aid tonight, Your Holiness.

[ Door creaks, closes ]

Surely, good King Philip
can't condone

any harm befalling
the Holy Father?

You told him to submit
or be damned.

How did you think
he would react?

Did you think he would fall down
on bended knee

and kiss your ring
himself?

He misunderstood.
[ Gasps ]

I meant that only with regards
to spiritual matters,

such as sacrament
and liturgy.

Oh.

Well, what about matters
of heresy,

torture,

and... execution?

Each time you visited
Paris,

I hoped that somehow
you would recognize me.

Do you recall the town
of Saint-Félix-de-Caraman,

in the Occitan?

Do you remember
a Cathar husband and wife,

Antoine Gauthier
and Florence de Béarn?

You lit the fire
yourself...

the fire
that burned them alive.

Don't you remember that,
Father Benedetto?

Boy: Mama! Papa!

I, uh...

I was just a child.

I went to church.

I prayed to the Lord.

I believed in everything
the Bible

and men like you
taught me.

And then you
took it all away.

I tried to keep
the faith.

I tried to keep believing that
somehow, some way,

I would come to understand
how a just and merciful God

could allow men such as you
to inflict

such unjust suffering
in His name.

But when you're ripped
from your mother's arms...

and made to watch
her flesh sizzle

and... burn like... a pig
on a spit,

all that is left to believe in
is the vagary

and brutality
of life itself.

No God, no devil,

no heaven nor hell...

other than the one
wretched men like you create.

After you killed them,
I was alone in the world,

living in the gutter,

fighting vermin
for crumbs of bread.

Then my uncle found me
and taught me Latin

and the law
for one purpose only...

so that I might free as much
of this world as possible

from false prophets
such as you.

♪♪

I believe...

I do remember your mother
and father, De Nogaret.

They were heretics
and blasphemers,

and they deserved
their fate.

What right have you to judge me
or my actions?

I am St. Peter's successor,

the Holy Father
of the One True Church,

and you are just an errand boy
for a petty tyrant

who doesn't know his place
in the proper order of things.

Tell me, does His Majesty
the King know

that you harbor
such pagan thoughts?

Oh.
Oh, no, no, of course not,

because if he did,
he'd have you flayed alive.

You can't even share with
your master your true beliefs.

No, I pity you,
De Nogaret!

I pity you!

Aah! [ Wheezing ]

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I know you.

You're a Templar,
a Soldier of God!

Defend me!

I was a Templar.

Not anymore.

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[ Door creaks, closes ]

King Philip demands you vacate
the Holy See

to make room for a more blessed
and reasonable pontiff.

But the means
of your removal...

Well, he left that
up to me.

[ Grunting ]

You will be pleased to know
that after you are dead,

your earthly remains
will be bound together

with that of heretics.

[ Grunting ]

What's that?

You beg for mercy?

Open your ears, old man!

You spurn mercy
by refusing to repent!

[ Bones crack ][ Grunts ]

[ Body thuds ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

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The Pope is dead.

Long live the Pope.

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