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Walk.

Walk.

Walk.

Walk.

My lord.

Save us, oh, Lord.

Protect us, I beg you.

Your council meets.

This is your kingdom.

I will go to your father.

Pray with him that you find your way.

Our king is indisposed.

Again.

Alas, the needs of his kingdom will not wait.

We must continue our work.

In his interests, of course.

My lords, we need more money.

If we do not raise more money,

our kingdom will surely fall.

The London merchants should bear the burden.

If we tax the merchants,

then they will expect a seat at our table.

Is that what you want?

What say you, Your Grace?

Your bishops and holy men hold lands from coast to coast

and wealth beyond the counting.

The church is but a glimpse of God's kingdom, my lord.

Tarnish her at your peril.

So we have no choice.

We must tax the common people.

Get up!

-Quickly! -I-I-I beg you...

I beg you, y-you may take what is just and no more.

When you take this grain,

you take it out of this child's mouth.

It is the king's order. You must pay a tax.

We have nothing more left.

The village owes 600 groats, so you must give

-your grain in payment. -Can you not see

this grain is all we have for the winter?

The king has assessed Brentwood

to be of 200 persons.

-Three groats each for these people? -Go back.

We-we don't have three groats between us.

-Go back. -We are on our hands and knees from the tax.

I've only women and children.

There are four of age in your household.

-12 groats. -My daughter is not yet 16.

She looks older to me. Check her.

-No. No, no, no, no! -She's a child.

-No! Please, sir, no! -Sir, she's-she's a child.

Sir, I beg you, I beg you. Stop, child!

Look! Look at her!

The sin! She's a child!

She-she's only a child. Will you stop?

-Look what they have done. -Leave that child alone!

'Tis a sin! 'Tis a mortal sin.

She's of age.

Then she must pay.

The young women must prove they're underage,

or they pay their taxes.

Check 'em all.

You, come here.

How many in your household?

I'm alone. Just myself.

No family?

No, they died in the sickness.

Help her!

-Hey! -Can you give proof?

-Mercy! -Proof?

That they died.

Did you pay their death tax to Lord Beauchamp?

Have you no shame?

Gave him grain and my service.

Take the children home.

Do you have record?

Do you have record?

Writ. Do you have it writ?

-It was seven years ago. -Then you have no proof.

There's your choice.

You pay the death tax or pay the king's tax.

It's up to you. Next!

Let go. Careful.

Stand aside, sir.

Hey! Hey, stop! Stop this! Hey, hey!

-Stop! Stop! Hey, hey, hey! -Stand aside, sir.

Will you put a stop to this?

Stand aside, sir.

-Next! -Hey!

Hey, stop this! Stop this!

How much are you making?

-What did you say? -I said,

how much goes into your pocket, you and the lord who sent you?

Listen, you pay your taxes or you lose your hand.

We got another cheat. Sergeant!

That's enough!

Enough!

We've given you enough!

You shouldn't have done that, farmer.

-Go on, get out! -Go on! Go on!

Kill him!

Please hurry to the forest!

What should we do?

They'll come back and arrest us all.

They'll come back.

They will kill us.

-There's nowhere to run to.

We can't flee.

We can't fight.

This will kill us.

-Keep... keep on moving.

-What are we going to do?

Oh, Jesus.

Save us. Save us.

They'll arrest us all.

They'll kill us.

-Mercy.

Please, Father, mercy.

What is happening here, priest?

The taxes, my lord.

You ask too much.

It is what is asked, no more.

We know who you are.

Your Lord Beauchamp has records at his manor house

of all bound to his land.

-Do you not, my lord? -Every name

and every debt, writ in ink and sealed.

Well, then there it is.

He is your lord.

He owns you and all you make.

He says pay taxes, you pay taxes.

He says work harder, you work harder.

That is the law.

Hmm.

Consider this, then.

There is one amongst you

who has killed a sergeant in arms.

You give me his name,

or all will be charged with his crime.

-Your name? -Ploughman.

"Ploughman."

I am what I do.

So, what say you, Ploughman?

I struck a man, my lord.

I struck a man...

...to protect a child.

I-I'll pay for it, as you wish.

But not until our plea is heard.

You take him.

Mercy on us.

I pray you, mercy on my brothers.

-Mercy on my brothers, my lord. -This is not justice, my lord.

-I am justice, priest. -This is not justice.

Mercy on my brothers, my lord.

The chief justice of the king's highest court.

-What I say is justice. -My lord.

Mercy on my brothers, my lord!

They've done nothing wrong.

This farmer shall dance to it

-on my word. -'Tis not justice.

This is not in accordance to God's will.

My brothers have done nothing.

Mercy on my brothers, my lord.

They've done nothing wrong, my lord!

They've done nothing!

Get him off! Get him off!

Bring him down!

-Get him off that horse!

I will burn you!

Grab it! Grab the jewels!

You savages.

No, no, no!

-You monster!

Jesus!

No, no, no, no! Wait, not like that! Back!

Bring him up. Bring him up.

Bind him up. Bind him up.

Not the boy. Not the boy.

Easy, easy.

No. No.

The law is writ by the king.

It cannot be denied.

Will you tell him from us,

the laws he writes put honest men in chains.

Remember our mercy.

We come for Lord Beauchamp's records!

Burn all the records so they won't know who we are!

Any parchment!

Anything with a seal, burn it!

-Any record, burn it all!

There's more in the back! Get 'em!

-Grab whatever you can and burn 'em!

Let's go! Take everything! Take everything!

Burn the papers!

-Burn it to the ground!

Every night, I see...

hooded devils...

coming for us.

Do they speak?

In tongues of...

...rage.

My lord, you are our messiah.

God chose you alone to do his will.

He will not forsake you.

Put your trust in us, your council.

We will guide you.

Help me. I beg you.

Help me, my husband.

Free our son from his torment.

Show him how to be king.

I have word.

From across the river.

The people of Kent have risen.

They gather now in Maidstone

in solidarity with us.

How?

How is that... how is that possible?

Know you John Ball, the Outlaw Priest?

Our brothers in Kent have freed him

from the archbishop's prison.

And he commands us all-- every miller, every ploughman--

and he says, "Now is the time for the Great Rebellion."

I can't leave them.

No, I... I can't.

I know they haunt you.

But you won't be abandoning them.

They'd want you to fight this injustice,

as they cannot.

'Tis only then will they rest.

Good people of Kent, hear me!

For these long months

in the archbishop's jail have left me much to say.

Once, this land was fertile and free,

but now it is chained and broke.

Broke by the traitor lords who keep you their slaves.

They're feasting and whoring in grand palaces

with you, the rain and wind at your back,

as you toil before the plough.

When Adam delved and Eve span,

who then was the gentleman?

Are we not all descended from one father and mother?

Yes!

But do not fear, good people,

for the threshing time is upon us.

Let us march to the great city of London...

...and petition our king for justice.

And let us go to him on Corpus Christi,

the great feast day of miracles, for if we do, I swear,

God will grant us our own miracle.

Yeah!

-Are you with us? -Yes!

Amen. God is with us.

God is with us.

God is with us all.

John Ball.

-She must find it. -Okay.

-Yes. -I'm Ploughman,

from across the river.

My... my priest sent me.

Come.

Priest says to tell you

he's gathering men to join you.

How many?

All of south marsh, east marsh also.

A thousand souls at least.

He travels now.

Vouches 2,000 by tomorrow, maybe more.

The fire you've lit burns.

You've done well, Ploughman.

These men are with you?

These are, yeah.

-These men, they need water. -Aye, Father.

Bless you.

Tyler.

-Farmer from the marshes. -Aye.

The one who started all this.

-The same. -I'm Tyler.

I lead the men of Kent. Follow me.

-Soldiers, all? -Patriots.

We shed blood for our country in France

these past 15 winters.

Returned to find England weak, our church corrupt,

borders undefended,

and our young king ruled over by old men

who bleed the land dry for their pleasure.

It's been like that ever since

the great Book of Domesday.

300 years ago, the French king conquered us,

he took the crown

and set down in Domesday all the riches of the land.

Every field, every horse, every working man.

And then he stole them all.

Divvied them to his lords and bishops,

binding you like a slave while God turned away in fury

to see his land so sullied.

Chasing off one tax collector is not enough.

Sacking one manor house is not enough.

We must take it all back,

everything writ in Domesday.

They will fight, will they not, to keep what they have?

We will use feast day as cover.

Strike while they are at play.

One army from Kent, the other with your priest from Essex.

Another from Hertfordshire, from Bedfordshire, from Suffolk,

moving together as one.

There are many in London

forced to live in the filth beyond the city walls.

They think as we do.

They are ready to join us.

Cast eyes upon those raised by your stand.

See? They come.

To march beneath our king's standard.

Join us, Ploughman.

Together, our voices will have the power

to raise fallen kings.

The church hoards the wealth for itself!

Your Majesty.

Destroy all the wealth!

-Smash it all down!

Come along, Your Majesty.

Tell the archbishop in London we're coming for him.

Guards, make haste!

Up horses!

-Move! -Hyah, hyah, hyah!

Come!

You must rise, my lord, to speak with us.

My lord, a mob protesting taxes gather in Kent and Essex.

And the cathedral at Kent has fallen.

-Canterbury is defenseless. -And your armies are far away,

and we fear the rebels plan for London.

They will be here in two days' time.

I saw this coming.

I saw this coming.

Did I not see this coming?

You need to rise, my lord,

and defend your kingdom from these deplorables.

Ploughman?

I have a sense this ought to be your flame.

There he is. That's him.

We stand with you!

Ploughman is here.

-Ploughman, we're here for you.

Ploughman, we're here for you.

We're with you, Ploughman.

See our brothers' signal?

They wait for us.

We make this pledge...

to be as one voice!

Loyal only to our cause and to our king!

With whom do you hold?

King Richard and the true commons!

Right, onward!

And let's march to London!

♪ Gold ♪

♪ And see us beggars grow cold ♪

♪ Our land is still and learns to sleep ♪

♪ We have no corn or rye to reap ♪

♪ They take our coin to make their gold ♪

♪ And see us beggars grow cold ♪

♪ Our land is still and learns to sleep ♪

♪ We have no corn or rye to reap ♪

♪ They take our coin to make their gold ♪

♪ And see us beggars grow cold ♪

♪ Our land is still and learns to sleep... ♪

You were touched.

By King Death.

Seven years past.

And yet you lived.

Is that not a sign?

If it is, it's a cruel one.

My family died.

I put them all in the earth.

God has taken much from you.

God left my fields long ago.

No, he has not left you.

It is his plan.

His plan?

Why would God have a plan to cause us such pain?

The sickness was his punishment for the crimes of the rich.

So why do we suffer also?

To show us the truth.

And fill us with rage.

Surrender to it, and it will set you free.

Bless you, child. Bless you.

Word from the slums outside the city.

The London commons stand ready to join us.

Do they share our cause, John?

If it ends well, all will be well.

Even if our friend from the marshes does not yet see it.

♪ Our land is still and learns to sleep ♪

♪ We have no corn or rye to reap... ♪

You're from east fen?

I heard you speak of it.

Yes.

I'm Alyce from north fen.

You're not the only marsh walker here.

You're of the church also?

I was.

You left?

When John Ball raised me from darkness.

And set me on this righteous road.

To London.

The sun shining on the spires of a hundred churches.

It's a good place for a miracle, is it not?

I know only what I can see or hold in my hand.

We cannot know the miracle, but it will come.

You'll see.

All will be well once the poison of wealth is removed.

Destroy all the church's wealth!

Destroy it all!

To right a wrong long-standing!

Anything of value-- gold, furnishings, tapestries--

set it ablaze!

Throw it on the flame!

Repent for your sins!

Repent! Repent!

I shall never fall to the floor!

Repent!

Repent for what you've done!

Ploughman!

Get out into the fields.

Blockade the road.

We'll stay back and sift through this place.

-Right. -Search any moving to London.

Do you not deserve this for what you have done?

You've brought great shame upon God.

Repent for your sins! Repent for your sins!

Repent!

-Hyah! -Hyah!

Carriages are approaching.

-Wake up, everyone.

-Carriages. -Carriages.

-Carriages are coming. Wake up.

Come on. This way.

Wake up. Make ready.

Wake up.

Get your positions.

Remember our orders.

We search any moving to London.

Easy.

Easy.

-Stop. -Halt!

-Whoa, whoa! -You, stand aside!

We have no quarrel with you good men.

Make way!

Save your steel.

We only wish to know who rides.

Let him pass.

Search the rest.

Aye.

-Open that. -Yeah.

Dare you not show your face to the mother of the crown?

Forgive me, my lady.

Who are you?

I am Ploughman from east fen.

Why do you take the road?

We come to petition the king, my lady.

I come from Canterbury.

You sullied the cathedral.

You think the king will hear your petition

when you burn his lands

and hold hostage his beloved mother?

It is the king who is held hostage.

By his council.

Is he not?

We-we march to free him

from the traitors who have him prisoner.

I fear you travel a hard road.

The king is young, and his council is strong.

It is they who write the laws.

Does justice not come from God,

who gives it to his servant, the king?

It does.

I will pray that he finds the strength

to reveal it to you.

And delivers the rest you seek at your journey's end.

Recalling your armies from France

and Scotland, my lord.

To quell this turmoil.

The duty of a king, my lord.

Defeat your enemies abroad and keep order at home.

Just as your forefathers have always done.

Mm.

♪ Merry it is ♪

♪ While summer lasts ♪

♪ With birds' song ♪

♪ But now draws near the wind's blast ♪

♪ And weather strong ♪

♪ Ei, ei, what ♪

♪ This night is long ♪

♪ Merry it is while summer lasts ♪

♪ With birds' song ♪

♪ But now draws near the wind's blast ♪

♪ And weather strong ♪

♪ Ei, ei, what... ♪

We found them on the road!

Get Tyler.

Round them all!

No! No!

We want justice!

-He beat my son dead!

Easy, easy, easy.

All right, all right, all right.

Father, no!

No!

Who are you? Hey. Who are you?

I'm Sir John Newton, lord of these lands.

-Where do you travel? -The king recalled his council.

Keep them back. Keep them back.

Get back! Get back, all of you!

Tyler. Where is Tyler? Tyler.

This man has knowledge of the king.

Come here.

No!

Bring him away from the crowd!

Keep 'em back. Keep 'em back.

Shut your holes, all of you! Keep 'em back!

Get back! Shut up, all of you!

You know him?

I sit on the king's council.

And where is he now?

Windsor Castle.

-Not in... not in London? -No, no, no.

We keep him outside the city for his safety.

-So you can rule as you please! -No!

-No, no, no, no! -Take his head!

Kill 'em all!

Kill him! Take off his head!

No! John!

Kate!

-Hold 'em. Control 'em. -Kate!

-Move back! Clear the way! -Shut it!

-Show me. -What?

-Show you? -Show me. Here.

Here, right here.

All right. All right.

Uh, if we are here,

um, London is here.

And Windsor, 25 miles to the west.

Two days more.

We will miss Corpus Christi.

Show me London. How is she defended?

London...

The river, like this.

The city walls.

There's a bridge, the only access from the south.

Is it guarded?

Perhaps a hundred men.

No others? What of the king's armies?

In Scotland, France. -We can take it.

But they make haste to return.

The courts of justice, the palaces, where are they?

Yes, the courts of justice, they're here.

The archbishop's palace here, by the river.

And Treasurer Hales' palace also.

We should take the city while we can.

Take Domesday. Deliver the miracle.

Our brothers in the slums

-stand ready to join us. -Let's ride now!

But we don't come for London. We come to petition the king.

Our people there are ready to rise up.

It is all prepared.

If we take the city, the king will come.

Have faith.

-God will see it so. -Take his head off and let it burn!

-Kill him! -I can help! I can help.

He says he can help.

How can you help?

I can ride now to the king at Windsor, parley for you.

Set a meeting.

-Yes, I can! -A message from your priest.

-The Essex army are waiting. -You think us foolish?

We know who you are.

-Hold him. -You are the lord

that keeps your foot on our throats.

-Essex army sends word. -He will keep you low.

They're closing on London fast.

-He will keep you tired. -No, this is not true.

He will keep you sick.

Let the people take their justice,

and we march this very night!

You hurry your harvest, John Ball.

I say we use this man.

Let him deliver our message to the king.

Do you not hear them?

-They demand justice! -Justice!

Justice!

Killing him brings us nothing!

Better we meet with the king,

have him walk us into London himself.

So we enter like whipped dogs?

No, no, no, no. Like his true commons.

That was the oath we took.

Is it not?

Tyler.

I say Ploughman is right.

If we are true, we ought to show it.

Tell the king we meet him here, just outside the city walls,

-by the river at Blackheath. -Yes.

Be prepared to move at first light.

Yes.

Tell the Essex army to join us there.

My family?

They will stay until your return.

-Hugh! -Sir!

-Arthur! -Aye, sir.

Take the family further into the forest.

Guard them. Have the women tend to them.

Suzanne!

-No! No! No! -No! Da!

I'll see you to your steed.

Go on, move! Go!

Do you believe he will return?

I believe he will for them, yes.

You cannot trust these people. You cannot.

We'll see.

Attend to your king.

My lord, I beg not to displease you

with a message I must deliver.

It is worse than we knew, my lord.

Two rebel armies converge on London.

Perhaps 10,000, maybe more.

They call upon you to meet them at Blackheath

to petition you in person, my lord.

A mob cannot summon a king.

Who leads them?

A soldier, Wat Tyler.

He is a veteran of your father's campaigns.

Find his record.

And, uh a preacher also, John Ball,

the heretic my lord archbishop imprisoned.

The mob freed him, and he vows revenge.

Do they say what they want?

They believe the king will deliver them a miracle

on Corpus Christi Day.

A miracle?

Their freedom.

My lord, this is John Ball's poison.

He promises miracles.

He delivers only the devil's work, destruction.

My lord, they have my family.

My lord, I know these people.

I know them. I was born among them.

I know their bodies toil in the sodden earth,

but their souls aspire to the heavens.

They ask you for a miracle?

Let us deliver them a miracle.

Tomorrow is the Feast of Corpus Christi,

the day of miracles.

Let us take the king to the Blackheath.

And let them behold his radiance,

and let them kneel before him.

And let him hear their petition.

And then you will ask them to disperse.

And disperse they surely will, for they shall have witnessed

the miracle of your presence.

And then later, when we have bought time

for your armies to return...

We will crush them.

The king is not bait, Archbishop.

No, madam, he is our salvation,

as God intended.

What say you, my lord?

We, your council, can advise, but, of course,

it's only you that can decide.

As my council wishes.

Mercy.

Glory be to God.

-Christ with us.

-Save our souls.

Lord have mercy on my soul.

Oh, give us courage.

Give us strength.

-Keep us in thy grace. -Be with us.

-The miracle of Corpus Christi.

The miracle.

-My lord, the people need you.

Help us. Help us.

-Make way for the king. -Lord God,

heavenly King, holy Son of the Father,

lamb of God that taketh away the sin of the world,

hear our prayer, for you alone are the Lord.

You alone are the Most High.

The glory of God the Father. Amen.

The king!

He's here!

The king. The king!

-The king is here!

Hail, hail!

Long stroke.

Heave!

That's his boat! He's come!

The miracle of Corpus Christi!

All hail the king!

-The king! -Behold the miracle!

The miracle!

Long live the king!

-All hail the king!

Hold here.

Tell them no further.

-Hold the boat. -Hold!

-Do you see him? -I do not understand.

That boat is not moving. They're stopped.

He stopped.

Why do we wait?

I thought we were going to shore.

You've descended sufficiently, my lord.

It is enough to be seen.

Your presence is felt among them.

We don't think it's safe for you to go to shore, my lord.

We will send a messenger to parley on your behalf.

Will you not permit the king to speak?

He wishes to hear his people.

We are mindful of the king,

your son's royal person, madam.

As you said, my lady, he is not bait.

Go to the shore. Find out what they want.

Tell them to go home.

Yes, my lord.

Just like the baying of wild animals,

-savages. -Boat.

Why is he stopped there?

-Why is he stopped?

-He's coming.

They're sending a boat.

That can't be the king.

I'll go?

-Find out who it is. -Go.

I'll report back.

Wait! Wait.

Here is our petition of the list of the traitors.

Be sure to deliver the people's will.

This is not right, Tyler.

This is not right, and you know it.

We were promised!

-Who is this boy?

Heave!

Heave! Heave!

This isn't proper.

-This is just a messenger. -Heave!

Who is this person?

Lay to.

I-I come with word from your king.

He asks why you assemble.

To petition him with our grievances, nothing more.

Speak on them. I will convey your word to him.

We were promised an audience with our king.

We were promised the king would meet us.

He must hear your petition in full first.

No, we did not approve this!

-Look at this. This is not right.

Sire, the rebels have given

the scribe their petition.

Shall I not at least receive it?

Let us do it, my lord.

We are your council.

We dirty our hand to keep yours clean.

As you wish.

Thank you, sire.

It is wise.

Wise choice, my lord.

What is this?

The king will consider your petition...

...but commands you first to return to your homes.

No!

You must return to your homes.

You hear their anger, scribe? "Return home"?

-I'm sorry. -They came to see their king.

They came for a miracle.

-I cannot control them. -I am just a messenger.

Whose will is it, theirs or his?

Whose will? His will or theirs?

Here, boys.

It's their petition, my lord.

I can see that, boy.

A list.

Our names writ as traitors.

Return to the Tower immediately.

Guards, pull back.

Protect the king.

-Form up. -Places.

Pull!

Pull!

He's not coming to shore.

What?

Talk to the people, John.

They said they'll consider our petition,

but in the meantime, for us to go back to our homes.

Listen! Listen!

The traitors have stolen your king

and trampled our petition in the mud!

I told you we cannot trust these people.

If the king does not come to us, then I say we go to him!

-We must go to him! -Go!

Go! Go!

Form up. Villages together.

Ploughman, I need you and your men at the front now.

-Go! -Our only chance

is to make haste.

Get word to our brothers across the river!

We march on London!

Now!

Alyce.

Command the oarsmen to row faster.

Yes, my lord. Faster!

-Oarsmen, return to the Tower. -To the Tower!

When we reach the Tower,

take the king to his quarters.

Keep him close guarded at all times.

-Yes, sir. -Row forth!

Row forth.

We target the courts,

we target the records,

we target the palace and nothing more.

No looting!

♪ The time is now... ♪

We free the king peacefully and arrest the traitors

that hold him prisoner.

So, what now?

-You got a new plan? -We stay in here and wait

for as long as it takes for the king's armies to return.

The mayor of London, my lord.

He's worried about the safety of the city.

Tower can't be breached. The king will be safe in here.

Meanwhile, issue a curfew.

Cancel feast day. Clear the streets.

Cancel feast day? Are you mad?

-And clear the streets. -You see the crowds out there.

Don't argue about it, Mayor. Just do it.

And gather your merchants' militias immediately,

and put them at the king's disposal.

If you want our militias, you'll have to pay for them.

Protection costs money.

Extortion.

Guards, escort the king to his quarters.

Tell all the London brothers

that we are headed to the bridge.

Tell them to get the drawbridge down.

They must act now.

Spread the word to every parishioner,

every prisoner, every beggar.

Everyone you can find, you must get them onside. Go.

-Go now. Go now. -We need that drawbridge down now.

Get the messengers in here immediately.

We need maps. Fetch the city charter.

My lords, the rebels approach the city from two sides.

A large mob from the south towards London Bridge.

Strike only if stricken upon!

Prepare to take the city!

There's also another huge mob approaching the east gate.

Get messengers up the watchtowers.

We need to cover their route.

We need to know where they are at all times. Go.

We've got to free the king!

Come on, hurry up!

Right now!

Join us!

Do not fear us!

-Join us! Join us! -We're here to free the king!

We've come to free the king.

It's time. It's time to free the king.

Join us. Join us.

Join us. Fight for justice.

He's hostage. Come with us. Come with us.

We take the courts.

You take the palaces by the river.

Hales's palace.

Hales's palace, Belknap's court.

-Go for the archbishop. -Go for the archbishop.

Find the traitors and arrest them.

-Come with us. Join us. -Come with us.

We've come to free the king. This way. West. West.

Ball! Ball!

We go for the archbishop. This way.

Go. The archbishop!

Come, come. This way.

The bridge was up.

How did they cross the river?

Rebel sympathizers inside the city

have lowered the drawbridge.

They have come out of the slums and joined them.

They are separating into three columns.

The rebels are everywhere.

We'll search the place.

Find the lord chief justice and arrest him.

Break every chest!

-Take them all!

Come on!

Inside, inside!

We come for the traitor archbishop!

Find the archbishop!

Look at this!

You see how your honorable archbishop lives?

You see this?

You see it?

You see it? You see how he lives?

We come for the traitor.

We come for Treasurer Hales.

Burn it all!

Every record, every name,

every false justice to the flame!

Look at all of this.

Where are they?

All the palaces are burning, and they're setting

-all the records on fire. -And the courts of justice?

Piles of parchments burning in the streets.

They've come to destroy the law itself.

This is not the work of man.

This is the devil's work.

Whether devil or man, they have the city.

Every part of it!

Then gather your militias

and buy us time until the armies return.

Then pay for them. Give us a seat at the table!

We have word from the watchtowers.

The mob is turning.

They're heading for the Tower.

They're coming for us!

-Hugh! -Aye, sir.

Guard every gate.

Watch the water.

William, find something.

A yard, a shed, something solid

that would do for our headquarters.

The traitors must be holding the king prisoner

inside the Tower.

-I want the whole Tower sealed. -Aye.

Tyler!

Where have you been?

Tyler, can we get in?

It's impossible. Look at the walls.

So we just wait?

We can secure the area best we can.

But if we wait, their armies will return

before we can starve them out.

I say that we lay waste to the city.

We find all who serve them-- every judge, every lawman--

and we show them the people's justice.

That does not help our cause, John Ball.

Well, they keep the records. They write the laws.

It is the destruction of their order

-that draws their attention. -We've come for the king.

Yeah, we came because God called us to.

To witness a miracle, and here it is.

The people are speaking. It is as it was writ.

It is not writ, John Ball. We have to fashion our ends.

-It is writ! -We have to free the king.

We have to make him hear us. That's the only way.

King!

King! King!

King!

Call him! Call him! Come on!

-Call him! Together! -King! King!

-Together as one! -King!

King! King! King! King! King! King!

-Come on, come on! -King! King!

King! King! King!

King! King!

King! King! King!

King! King!

-King! King! King! -Call him! Call him!

-King! King! King! King! -Call him! Call him!

King! King! King!

King! King! King! King!

King! King! King! King! King! King!

My lord, the rebels have entered the city.

How...

Never fear, my lord.

The Tower is impregnable.

Your royal personage...

How long until my armies return?

Ten days, my lord.

Ten days?

For my kingdom to burn!

You foolish old men.

You presume to tell me how to be a king.

What is your counsel, Mayor?

My lord,

the merchants of London can gather their militia.

All 24 wards are willing,

but they will not do it for free.

My lord, this is blackmail.

They are demanding 40,000 pounds.

The merchants seek to exploit you

at your moment of greatest peril.

There is no blackmail, my lord.

-Protection costs money. -Your outrageous...

Your council bends the knee for lands and privileges

that you gift.

But they will not pay to keep your realm safe.

-...exploiting the king! -You will...

Listen.

King! King! King! King! King!

Listen.

Can you not hear their rage?

It is time for us all to taste humility.

Of course, sire. Indeed.

I will hear their grievances.

Scribe.

Tell them I shall meet their leaders tomorrow.

Their leaders only, outside the city walls.

Mayor.

You will lead me.

My council will stay here

lest they inflame my people further.

I will meet them,

and we will celebrate our miracle together.

-Our king! -My lord.

-My lord. -Hear our cries.

-Hear us. -Please.

Hear our petition.

-Please help us. -Save us.

Your people need you.

-Help us. -Please!

-Form up! -Form up!

Sword!

You are Tyler.

Your loyal soldier, sire.

You fought for my father.

Shed blood for him in Aquitaine and Spain.

What is your petition?

A new settlement, my lord.

The wealth of Domesday returned to the people.

Fair taxes, fair wages.

Fixed rents.

To work where we choose.

Not be tethered to land by birth that we do not own,

and to sell what we make by the sweat of our brow.

And for our rebellion,

no retribution.

Is that your petition all?

All, my lord.

No.

We...

We must have the traitors.

Those whose enrichment is the cause

of the people's suffering.

John Ball, my lord. The heretic.

Traitors?

I have their names here, my lord.

The names of your council, my lord.

You ask much of your king.

We ask for justice, my lord.

For the crooked ways to be made straight.

That is all.

And what of you?

Are you not the one who spoke at the river's edge?

I am, my lord.

You say nothing, while they have much to say.

I am... I am no soldier.

I am no priest.

I'm...

I'm-I'm... I'm just a farmer.

I come from the land, my lord.

I...

I live by it.

I will return to it in my end.

But it is broken, my lord.

We are forced to work it

beyond what it can give us, and...

and so, too...

are we worked...

...beyond what our bodies, our souls can take.

And the-the ones that we love, my lord,

the ones that we lost...

...in the sickness...

...they do not rest, my lord.

They-they haunt us. They torment us in our dreams.

You see them?

I hear them, my lord.

And what do they say?

They say there will be no peace until we are healed.

God hears you.

Your king hears you.

Your demands shall be met.

We will make a new settlement this day.

Drawn from the Book of Domesday.

And the torment that afflicts us all shall end.

We will travel to the royal scriptorium

to draw charters of freedom for all who marched.

Follow us there.

You will give him your words,

and he shall write them.

What say you, my lady?

You have revealed yourself a king, my lord.

Is that not so, Ploughman?

The most just king, my lady. The most merciful king.

What of the traitors?

They must be part of this.

Standard.

The men you seek are at the Tower.

Take what justice you say is owed, in my name.

My lord.

Justice has a price, does it not?

And when it is paid, we shall all have peace.

You hold my kingdom in your hand.

Use it wisely.

King Richard and the true commons.

King Richard and the true commons!

Sword!

Work fast, Ploughman.

Once we draw blood, we open the gates of hell.

Ploughman.

Come.

Long live the king.

-To the Tower!

-Now is the time!

-Round them up! -Traitors!

-Reel them in!

The traitors!

-To the Tower! -Kill the traitors!

Move!

-Cut their heads off! -Justice!

-The king wills it. -Get inside!

Find the traitors!

This way!

We come only for the king's council!

There he is!

Get hold of him!

-There's the deceiver. -He's in here.

-This way.

-Hold there. -We'll have your guts.

He's here!

Forgive us our sins and...

Traitor!

-Kill the swine! -Come on!

Look at me!

We said we'd come for you! Didn't we say that?

Justice! We want justice!

Cut off his head!

Take him to the block!

Cut his head off!

We're taking what's ours!

Take him!

Come on!

You will die!

Kill him!

On this Corpus Christi!

This is what you seek?

All of this taken from us.

You talked of fevered dreams.

Yes, my lord.

I know of what you speak.

I, too, wish an end to this wanting.

Tell your comrades

I will meet them at first light by Smithfield.

To give each who march their charter...

...in front of this great Book of Domesday.

My lord.

Tell me when it is done.

My lord.

And work fast, before my kingdom burns.

Come with me.

I do not know words or if it be too late.

You need only speak them...

and I will write.

I want to be free.

Can you write that?

Keep the procession moving.

Guard the flanks. Get up ahead.

Watch our London brothers don't get out of hand.

We must keep control until the charters are writ.

Find the wretch!

-They took our money!

-Make them pay!

-Cut off their heads!

We need more men up front!

You, come here! No looting!

Looters will be arrested!

Cordon off Fleet Street.

Stop them moving any further.

Got it.

We do not seek this!

We'll have the charters by morning.

We must buy the scribes the time they need.

It is done.

Right. Now one for every village who marched.

Bedfordshire.

Bedfordshire. We need Bedfordshire.

We must have charters for all.

We can't stop the looting.

And now they're killing merchants

in the streets.

This is not our cause!

This one for Hertfordshire, yes?

Keep the spacing even.

-Kill them! -Traitors of the crown!

Tyrant!

It's spreading.

The London mob, settling scores of their own.

They're trapping Flemish merchants

down by the river, killing them in the streets.

Faster. Faster.

And the script even.

This one, Kent. Kent.

Essex here.

We must write faster.

This is madness!

We're losing control!

Address your countess.

My lady.

I see the hard road has wearied you...

...and lent doubt to your cause.

I'm ashamed.

I did not march to see true men lose their way.

It is the written word

that grants liberty,

builds new worlds,

not the baying of the mob.

I only doubt the power of these words,

if they are enough to deliver the miracle we came for.

Without words, there is only chaos

and fear.

I must pass word of the meeting, my lady.

Round 'em up, boys!

Shake their cloaks!

Hurry over there.

He's no farmer.

Justice!

He's a rich man. Take him to the block.

Come back.

You starved my children!

Lord have mercy!

-Dead! -Take his head!

Kill him!

Charters are writ.

King will meet you at first light at Smithfield.

It was the London mob.

And the drink.

They are of the belief

that the Flemish traders are stealing their jobs.

We've driven them back towards Cheapside.

Another hour, and we shall have control again.

You knew blood would be spilled.

Spilled it yourself to start this.

Well, I did not come for this.

To set the world on fire.

Watch it burn, call it a miracle.

It's no miracle. It's no miracle at all.

It is as God calls for it to be.

Are you certain, John Ball?

Are you certain?

If the end be well, then all be well.

Where is God in any of this?

Ploughman.

She would want you to stay.

You didn't know her.

I know there's nothing for you where you came from.

Nothing for me here.

There will be no rest if you leave.

Never.

How do you know?

Because I lost someone, too.

One night...

One night in my convent...

I was young, not long there.

A monk, he came to me in drink.

And he...

They made me bear his child in secret.

And when it was time, and the cord not yet cut,

they ripped her from me.

I never knew where they took her or what they did.

All I know is I never saw her again.

And they sent me out into the night alone...

...while the monk stayed safe in his devotions.

Every night, I hear her screaming for me.

Every night.

So I came here to find vengeance.

And now?

I just want to know she sleeps.

And find a place to lay myself down also.

But we will never find it if we leave now.

Sorry.

Bring him through here.

-Get out of here.

You are not alone,

in doubt or in loss.

We are, all of us...

...haunted.

But if we walk together,

I have to believe that we will find our way.

We will stand in God's grace again.

You do them proud.

We have walked many miles.

That we have.

Only when we rest will we know what victory we hold.

The true commons!

The true commons!

You sent for me, my lord?

Know you the Priory of St. John?

I know of it, sire.

Close, close by Smithfield.

Have the charters and Domesday taken there.

For our lasting peace.

Not to the meeting place?

Do not question your king, boy.

Just do it.

My lord.

♪ Merry 'tis while summer lasts ♪

♪ With birds' song ♪

♪ But now draws near the wind's blast ♪

♪ And weather strong ♪

♪ Ei, ei, what, this night is long ♪

♪ And I with very great wrong ♪

♪ Sorrow and mourn fast ♪

♪ Merry 'tis while summer lasts ♪

♪ With birds' song ♪

♪ But now draws near the wind's... ♪

♪ But now draws near the wind's blast ♪

♪ And weather strong... ♪

-Hold the line! -Hold the line!

Hold!

We shall wait here for the arrival of the king.

Keep working.

Look, look, look.

The king!

-The king! -The king is here!

Long live the king!

Hyah!

My lord.

Is the contagion of rage now spent?

I believe it is, my lord.

We've restored order at last.

Get this man an ale.

Where are the charters?

The charters, can you see 'em?

You have achieved much.

Well, there is still much to do.

If we are to build the great society,

we must cleanse every church.

The honest priests who have been hiding in the hedgerows,

they can do that work.

And these men, these men are ready

to lead their villages themselves,

according to the law and loyal to their good king.

Govern themselves?

In your name, of course.

Something's not right.

No, something's not right.

Come with me.

I shall take you to your charters.

They're not here?

They are at St. John's Priory.

Yonder.

We will go together.

And there, you will kneel before me

and rise as Sir Wat Tyler.

Peer of the realm, guardian of the king.

I cannot leave my men.

-Would you defy your king? -No, my lord.

But we marched together, and together we must stand.

To the end.

With you, of course.

Do not presume to touch your king.

I mean no disrespect, my lord. It is but a soldier's way.

I think perhaps you are not loyal.

Who is this man, my lord? I've been loyal my whole life.

Now a stranger says otherwise.

This man is the mayor of London.

Come on, my lord, this can be done.

Look, your people are waiting for you.

Lord, I beg you, please. We can make a new start.

I think I do know you, Tyler.

Are you not a thief?

I'm not a thief. I'm a soldier.

We can do this. Your people are waiting.

I beg you.

Something's wrong.

Show yourself, my lord.

We'll get Tyler.

Guard, to the king!

I am your king and your captain.

Lay down your weapons and follow me to your freedom!

Hyah! Hyah!

No.

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

The great torment is over!

Lay down your weapons.

Lay your weapons down.

Follow me to St. John's Priory,

where your charters of freedom await.

My noble servant Sir Wat Tyler shall meet you there.

Follow me. Follow your king.

Make haste!

Help me.

♪ The weeds, see them fall ♪

♪ The son of heaven shall pay for all... ♪

Where's Tyler?

-What? -Where's Tyler?

Didn't the king say that he'll meet us at the priory?

Rest here.

Please, there are men... men following us.

You help our cause?

-Yes. -Then go and warn the others.

He has betrayed us.

Go!

There.

Sir, please.

-No. This is a house of God! -Away.

-Move! -Mercy.

Scribe!

It's a trap! It's a trap!

Tyler's dying. They've set a trap.

Warn the pe...

Come here!

Come here.

Water. We need water.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Look. There they are.

The charters of freedom.

Our charters wait for us.

Our charters are there.

The world gets to come.

They wait for us.

Our king is true!

Stop him before he warns the others!

With me!

Our future awaits!

Our king, our true king has led us here

to our charters of freedom!

-There he is! -It's true!

My people...

...the true commons...

...behold.

Your charters!

It's a trap!

They've killed him!

They've killed Tyler!

It's a trap!

They've killed Tyler!

Where are your weapons?

He's tricked us!

It's a trap!

Where are your weapons?

It's a trap! It's a trap!

Where are your weapons? He's tricked us!

It's a trap!

Let me through! Let me through!

And behold, also...

...your leader!

-No! -Traitor!

-It's a trap!

-Tyler! -Tyler!

No! Tyler!

-You traitor!

Guards, now!

Guards!

Take cover!

Alyce! Alyce!

Go!

Alyce, come here! Back to back!

I commend you, my dear brother, to Almighty God

and entrust you to your creator.

We need a way out.

-We need a way out. -Where? Where?

That tree line there. That tree line.

Everyone to the tree line!

Everyone to the tree line, this way!

Everyone, that tree line there!

-Follow. Follow us. -Ball!

-Come with us! -My place is here.

Godspeed!

This way! This way, into the forest!

Watch out! Watch out!

Come on! This way!

-Come on, run, run, run! -Get behind the trees!

-Come on, come on, move! -Into the forest!

-Move, move! Come on! -Run! Get out the way!

Through here!

-Take cover. -Come, come, come.

Move, move, move. Take this.

-Over there! -Keep running!

That cart! Bring that cart! Bring that cart right here!

Bring those carts together.

Form a line.

This way!

-Push! -Make a barricade.

Take cover!

-Quick! -Make way!

Bring it right there! Come on!

Get up! Move!

Pull! Pull it, pull it, pull it!

Before the horses come! Quick!

-Take cover!

Get out of here. Go.

Move it! Come on!

-Come on. Whoa. -Whoa. Whoa.

Here. Easy, easy.

Get around there! Come on! Come on!

Is this not what you prayed for?

Am I not the king you prayed for?!

The vanquisher of my enemies!

The bringer of peace.

The messiah.

Am I not?!

Am I not?

-Whoa. -Halt!

Whoa!

Why do we stop?

Stay inside, Your Majesty.

Stand aside!

To the king!

-Get him! -Bring him down!

Help me.

Time to pay.

Have something of yours.

-I do not know it. -Look closer.

It has your seal.

It's just words.

Nothing more.

No, no, no.

It's the miracle we marched for.

It was no miracle.

You marched for a dream.

Just do it.

Do it.

Take it.

Mercy, please!

No.

Kill a king...

...there will always be another.

We rule ourselves now.

Out in the forest, where you can't see us.

No kings.

Just ourselves alone.

And every night,

we will come for you in your dreams,

and you will never have peace.