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(Narrator) England, in the year 1215,

had been under the reign of King John for 16 years.

The most villainous of England's monarchs,

John was renowned for losing wars with France,

levying punitive taxes,

and sleeping with the wives of barons.

The barons finally rebelled against their king,

and became locked in a bloody civil war

lasting for over three years and decimating both armies.

In time, the Knights Templar were drawn into this conflict.

With the help of these highly trained warrior monks,

King John and his royal army were eventually defeated.

It was agreed that John could remain on the throne,

on one condition -

that he would sign a document

upholding the rights and privileges of all free men,

but ultimately limiting the power of the monarchy.

Make it count.

The Magna Carta was sealed at Runnymede

on the 15th of June in the year of our Lord 1215.

It will be remembered throughout history.

What is not remembered is what King John did next.

(Man) Sire?

Sire?

It's time.

(Men shouting)

- (Man) Hyah! - (Whinnying)

Hyah! Hyah!

(King John) EngIand welcomes you.

Does the Pope hold his word?

(ChuckIes) Oh, now have faith, Captain Tiberius.

His Eminence is waiting to hear you hoId to yours.

The Church will stay out of your Iands, you have his word.

We'II get your country back.

(Tiberius speaks in Danish)

(SoIdiers cheer)

(Thunder)

(Sentry) What say you?

Abbot Marcus. We seek shelter from the storm.

Open the gates!

(Shivers)

(Woman) Come and help.

What business do you have here?

Our business is with God at Canterbury. We need onIy shelter.

SheIter you shaII have. Food also.

You treat the Lord's servants well.

You wear the mark of the Templars, yet you carry no swords.

These men have no more need to fight.

Templars masking their faith and traveIIing without swords.

How nobIe!

As God is our witness, Baron, these men have nothing to hide.

Abbot, save your benedictions. The Templars fought against the King.

Now you sleep in a king's castle. These men have pIenty to hide.

You there. What say you?

(Abbot Marcus) They say nothing. They hoId vows of siIence.

(Laughs) Templars without tongues. Very weII.

Just be gone by the morning.

Back inside!

(Thunder)

Marshal.

When I accept guardianship over men who take the vows of siIence,

I'm aIso informed of what led them to me in the first pIace.

I know the TempIars pIaced a heavy burden on you.

I know you're deepIy scarred.

The cross on your tunic

is a symbol of your faith in God's will.

It shouId not be fuII of the torment it now bears upon your souI.

When we arrive at Canterbury,

I'm requesting your Ieave from the Order of the Knights TempIar.

(Birds twittering)

(Men whispering)

(Men chatter and Iaugh)

(Whispers orders)

(Shouting)

(Grunts)

- (Man) Garrison men! - (PeopIe shouting)

(Whimpers) King John!

(Officer) Men, to the gates! It's the King!

Open the gates for the King!

Psst!

Marshal, did you see royaI coIours?

(Cheering)

(Grunting)

(Shouting in Danish)

(Laughter)

Is that your hand, Darnay?

Forced, Your Highness.

The barons threatened my Iife, forcing me to sign it and betray you.

I know the feeling.

Hang him!

(Laughter)

This insanity must cease.

Open the door. His quarreI is not with us.

If you three stand before the King, there wiII be nothing but death.

(Sobbing)

(Lively chatter)

What good fortune, Darnay. It seems you will have your last rites.

My Lord, TempIars.

(Darnay) He's traveIIing en route to Canterbury with Templars.

- (Abbot Marcus grunts) - (Men chuckling)

To what do l owe the pIeasure of the Church visiting my castle?

We were in the storm, sire. Baron Darnay granted us your hospitality.

- We? - My feIIow priests.

Ah, yes, l heard.

Templars.

Sire, we entered your castle as unarmed men. We seek no fight.

Are you aware, Abbot,

that your kind stood at Runnymede and forced my signature,

and now you sleep under my roof?

Your Highness, we travel to Canterbury

with simpIe articles of faith.

I ask your mercy that we may pass.

And I will grant you the same mercy

that the Church and the barons of this country bestowed unto me.

"Do unto others", isn't that right, Abbot?

(Men laugh)

(Shouts in Danish)

(Abbot Marcus groans)

(Groans)

(Men laugh and jeer)

(Screams)

(Choking)

(Tiberius shouting)

Tiberius!

(Grunts)

(Moans)

Don't Iet him go!

(Abbot Marcus moans)

Ride!

(Man shouts orders)

(Horse whinnies)

(Grunts)

(Men jeer and laugh)

(Abbot Marcus shivers)

(Groans)

(Sighs)

There is worth...

..in every death.

And I will see it now in yours.

(Birds twittering)

(Sighs)

(# ChoraI chanting)

- You saw the King? - Yes. And he saw me.

Mm.

I didn't imagine that even he was capable of such cruelty.

Abbot Marcus was the finest of men.

Tell me, why did he request that you Ieave the Order?

- Your Grace, l did not wish to be dismissed. - But that's not what I asked.

You were in the HoIy Lands?

Hm. Some men have returned from defending our faith

onIy to find themseIves questioning it.

Now you must ask yourseIf, Thomas...

what is in your heart?

Rebellion or revenge.

I suppose it makes no difference as the King has the devil in his.

(Man) I don't care if he's taIking to the Pope! l have to see him now!

And as we speak of the devil...

My Lord Archbishop.

They told me about Darnay.

We took John at his word...

and now he raises a bitch's army with God's teeth.

I'll bow to no king with piss for blood!

Baron William de Albany, Brother Thomas MarshaI.

Brother Thomas comes directly from Darnay CastIe.

You must forgive our Baron, his tongue is not always so profane.

(ChuckIes)

Now, you shouId know that Rome sides with the King.

And the Pope wouId bless what the King did to Abbot Marcus?

More or Iess.

I am to be excommunicated for writing Magna Carta.

- How long have we got? - God knows.

(Marshal) Your Grace, this...

..king...must be stopped.

I cannot, in aII honesty, ask you to fight, Thomas,

but if you choose to take up your sword, you have my blessing.

(BeII tolls)

(Chattering)

(Man shouting)

(Man shouts orders)

It's a good omen.

God is with us.

Prince Louis has an army may be persuaded to join us.

Asking the French for heIp -

that's cursing the bIind for the wicked.

If John takes the Dover Road to London

he has to cross the Medway here at Rochester.

I'll seize Rochester Castle.

Delay them. That'll give you time to negotiate with the French.

We have no force to fight the King.

I have a few men l can count on.

Absolutely not. Suicide is a sin in the eyes of the Church, Baron.

Your Grace, I'm afraid l onIy see one thing.

From Rochester, the King is abIe to dispatch his troops and suppIies

aII over the country.

It is his keystone. Without it we wiIl not stop him.

AII my sins to this.

May God protect what we are about to do.

Guy!

Squire!

I want you to ride back.

No. I know how to fight.

You see how he taIks to me? (Laughs)

Have you ever killed a man, squire? Eh?

- Then you will Iearn, it is not a nobIe thing. - Not even when it's for freedom?

Not even when it is for God.

Hah!

(Woman shouting)

(Laughing and jeering)

(Man) Look at you!

(AII baying, shouting abuse)

Any one of you throws a turd or a bean, l'lI get you!

And you know l wiII! Yargh!

- Where's the butchers? - Over there.

(Man in stocks) I'II remember your faces!

(Man) Sheep shears! They're sharp! Sharp sheep shears!

- l'm looking for Daniel Marks. - Wait here.

(Woman) Marks!

Whatever it is or how much...

- just get me out of here, Baron. - Done. Where's de Lacy?

- He went back to Poitou. - Becket?

You don't want him.

(Hums)

(Man 1 ) TempIars. (Man 2) They've come back.

(Chattering and Iaughing)

Here. You may need protection.

(AIbany) Get up.

I said, get up!

You sack of shit!

(Becket) Billy.

What told me I'd see you?

What's with the altar boy? BiIIy aIl tied up with God again?

- This is not our man. - Hoy!

I'm his man, don't you worry about that.

If he pays me enough, I'll spIit the gut of any man alive.

Ain't that right, Billy boy?

(Lively chatter)

- (Man) Who's with you? - GiI Becket. DanieI Marks.

The Iast time we were aII together must have been Dieppe.

The days when the King was stiII good to us.

He's taken all the castIes aIong the coast.

If he takes Rochester, he'II controI southern England.

If the whispers l've heard are true, he's too strong now.

He's got an army of Danish mercenaries.

Wait for him in London.

Do you think l want this? I'm not a soIdier, not any more.

I'm a fat wool merchant with a hen-pecking wife and three daughters.

But, unfortunately, he won't let it be.

I'm sorry, Baron. Not this one.

(Guy) l learnt about the Crusades.

Is it true what the TempIar swords say?

"BIessed and omnipotent is the warrior of Christ"?

(Man whistIes tune)

(Man in stocks Iaughs)

Yeah, water. Water.

(Grunts)

- Hey! - Agh!

(Guy) What do you think he's worth?

- Are you sorry for what you've done? - BolIocks.

- (AIbany) Release him. - Amen! (Laughs)

(ChiId) Papa!

Get inside. Now!

- Joseph. - Baron.

- Daniel. - Wulfstan.

Becket.

(Pants) You...are a filthy whore, Becket.

So was she.

We'II never hold that castle with this lot.

They may not be worthy of that cross you wear, but they'll hoId the castIe.

Not for EngIand... not for God...

but for me.

Winter's soon, so if l'm not back by first snowfaII,

take your sister to your aunt, give her this. Hm?

Work hard.

Be polite.

(Horse whinnies)

(Shouting)

(Tiberius speaks Danish)

And what's written here is true?

From my ears to this paper, Sire.

Tiberius, six of your fastest scouts to Rochester.

Instruct them to hoId the castle.

- KilI anyone they find there. - Hyah!

Money.

(Tiberius shouts orders)

And you know these men?

So what does that make you?

Worthless.

(SoIdiers shout in Danish)

(AIbany) There it is.

Looks smaII from here.

That...smaII castIe...

controls all the Iand as far as you can see.

Be patient, Squire.

As Iong as there's women.

(Laughs)

- What say you? - l bring business from Archbishop Langton.

(Chatter, Iaughter)

(Hushed) IsabeI!

We have company.

I have toId you before, I wilI not toIerate drinking.

You won't toIerate anything.

My Lord. We have men at the gate.

I tolerate the poIitics of the King, lsabel.

Our marriage was arranged for land and wealth.

It would be weII if you were to remember that.

And he owns us, body and souI.

(Sentry) Open the gates! Let 'em in!

You arrive unexpected, Baron de Albany.

What matter does His Grace send this Iate?

That we claim this castIe in the name of the rebeIlion.

If your visit is to cIaim my castle, Baron...

you're too late.

(Horse whinnying)

Unusual saddles.

- Danish. - What was that?

They're Danish. They arrived Iast night.

(Lively chatter, laughter)

The King's scouts. His army is less than a day away.

Oaks, get the guard here quickIy.

That one was at Darnay Castle two days ago.

(Shouting and screaming)

(lsabel gasps)

(Grunting and shouting)

Aargh!

(lsabel screams)

(Screams)

(Woman screams)

Argh!

- (lsabeI screams) - No. No, no!

Marshal, down!

(Screams and groans)

(lsabel gasps)

(Mercenary speaks Danish)

(Speaks Danish)

Yargh!

(Marks) Baron.

Stand down! Stand down!

Listen to me.

By the archbishop, we claim this castIe in the name of the rebeIlion.

The rebellion's over. The King surrendered to the great charter.

Magna Carta.

This one seaIed by the King's own hand.

And now... he's executing everybody who supported it.

But does the Pope know that the Archbishop is claiming royal castIes, against the King?

I watched as three of my brothers were killed

by the soft hand of a king that is murdering his way across the country.

And he does so with the Pope's bIessing.

The French army make saiI any day now.

Giving us...a new king.

A true king.

SeaI the gates.

Lock all the doors! Move! And, Oaks, no one else comes in.

(Oaks) Very weII.

WelI, MarshaI...

you got us our castle. (Chuckles)

- What is your strength, Captain? - Eleven men-at-arms.

- We have Iess than 20 men? - And these walls.

- They've never been breached. - Does the keep have a portcullis?

- lt does. - Good.

- (Oaks) Once it's down, no one gets in. - Water. Where is the suppIy?

From the well. Draws straight from the river. No one here gets thirsty.

- lt's good, it's not sick or brackish? - Water's good, sir.

(Man shouts)

(Marshal) Guy, with me.

(Marshal) These walls are designed to be defended by one man per station.

Outlook is perfect. Any approach can be seen for miIes.

Now, let's see the gatehouse.

You, day or night, stay aIert. Now open it up.

(Birds twittering)

What's the problem?

There's no moat.

That'll do.

Now, when they come...

..hit them hard.

Hit the post.

(Laughing)

I said, hit the post. Hard.

(Grunts)

They'll come? The French.

We waited for the French at Damascus. They didn't come then.

Even to a Frenchman l think Rochester is nearer than Damascus.

Hit it.

You better hit it harder than that, boy.

Or you'll be dead before they get here. (CackIes)

They hate women.

Just to look at one's a sin.

Some people say they worship the devil.

Celibates with stone hearts.

Then l have a stone heart, too, Maddy.

I didn't mean it like that.

A TempIar offers his chastity to God,

but a wife...

she suffers hers by her husband.

My husband's appetites don't include me.

(ChuckIes) Thank the Lord Mary herseIf.

(Grunting, noisy chewing)

Now, l am... (Coughs) ..curious, Albany.

Why is it that you and your friends are so struck with this rebeIIion?

- Mm. - (Guy) Cos we are for the peopIe.

I see your esquire is well-trained in the art of naivety.

- Go on. - (Guy) Call me naive if you will, sir,

but the people deserve more than a king that treats them like animaIs.

Ah, boId words for a squire.

Have you read Magna Carta?

- l... - Ah, I see. You can't read Latin.

It's a pity, arguing from ignorance.

Argumentum ad ignorantiam, ab uno disce omnes.

That's Roman, innit?

From one person, learn aII people.

(Man) Excuse my wife's boId tongue.

(Sniffs)

Becket, I'm gonna need you on the far wall.

- Guy can't defend it on his own. - Do it yourseIf.

What?

You want a drink? A woman?

Don't you sniff your nose at me.

I've been places. I've seen what your hoIy brothers have done.

Your pious biIe makes me sick.

Becket. l want you outside.

I'll watch your boy's back, but who's watching mine?

(Shouts command)

(Phipps) To the battlements!

- To the battIements! - Right away!

- Take your positions, men! - Get those men up here, quickly!

(Shouting)

(Phipps) Mercel, they're here!

Let's see what rats have taken up in my home.

(Man 1 ) Move it! (Man 2) Come on!

AIbany, a word. You cannot engage the King without considering terms.

He wants our heads on spikes. Where are the terms in that?

There are some in here who didn't pick this fight.

Ask yourseIfwho you're for, CornhiII.

The King or the country? Because we both can't be wrong.

They're here.

(King John) AIbany!

AIbany!

(WuIfstan) How did he know? (AIbany) What can we do for you, John?

(ChuckIes)

Baron William de Albany.

The Pope has ordered me to recIaim my country.

Now, sureIy you don't bar your door against a king, and the Church?

Does he know you sealed a charter...

giving the people of EngIand freedom,

and that now you go back on your word?

EngIand is mine, Albany.

God's wiII bestowed it unto me, the Pope bIesses it to me,

and this castIe belongs to me!

You're no more a king...

than the boil on my arse!

Huh.

What a tedious IittIe man.

(Men shouting orders)

Get the swords now. Come on!

(Man) Move yourselves!

(Marshal) Stay by your posts.

Remember, they have to climb over these waIIs.

And we do not.

So you stand firm!

Have you ever fought so many with so few?

Uh-huh. Don't you forget, you hold the wall, huh?

Now, go to your post.

- (Breathes heaviIy) - (Man) North and south advance!

(Man) Get ready, archers!

Loose!

Take cover!

(Screaming)

(Moaning)

And again! Take cover!

(Man) Get down!

Ha-ha!

(Man shouts command)

(Oaks) Come on, Iads, come on! Take your positions! Look Iively!

Take cover, Iads! Take cover!

Argh!

Again!

Argh!

(Screaming)

(AII shout, roar)

(Marshal) AIbany!

(Marshal) Archers! They're coming!

Make a stand! Ready?

Load arrows!

Loose!

(Screaming, sobbing)

- OiI! Bring up that oiI! - Ready!

Loose!

(Shouts orders in Danish)

OiI! Watch your back!

- (SizzIing) - (Screams)

(YeIIing)

(Screaming)

(Man shouting)

(Man) Take cover!

Becket!

(CornhiII whispers) Come on. This way.

(Man screaming)

(Whispers)

- What do we do? - Pray God is with them.

(AIbany) Becket!

Ha, ha-ha-ha-ha!

(Screams)

Guy!

Show that to your mother!

Now, get up!

I said get up!

Now, you hit him. Hard!

Behind you! CIear!

(Marshal) Take cover!

Aargh!

(Shouting in Danish)

(Screams)

(Phipps) They're running!

(Marks) They're retreating! They've had enough, Baron.

(Shouting)

(Pants)

(Man) Bastards! Go on, run!

(Man) Come on, you foreign whores! (CackIes)

(Breathes heavily)

(Whimpering and sobbing)

(Breathes heavily)

(Marshal breathes heavily)

You fought braveIy.

You did not see everything.

There's no finding peace after knowing this.

Faith, Guy.

OnIy the weak beIieve that what they do in battIe...

is who they are as men.

(Grunting, straining)

(Man) Put him with the others.

(Man) Pack 'em over there. Over there, that's it.

Baron AIbany...

in less than a day...

you have stripped away everything I gave the people in this castIe.

- Get off my back. - You were hellbent on this fight!

You made us aII hostages to your cause, not the rebeIIion's.

And this was notjust another castle!

This was my home!

Now clear your mess up.

- (Becket grunts) - (Gasps)

(Breathes heavily)

Shut the door.

(Woman gasps)

(Woman) Still now.

(SoIdier yells with pain)

(Marshal) Wait. Here.

- This man is bleeding. - On the tabIe.

(SoIdier cries out)

No. Wait. This will stop the fIow.

I'm gonna pull this hard.

(SoIdier cries out, groans)

(WuIfstan) The bone's not broken, but...

(Laughs) Go on, do it, do it.

(Grunting)

(Screams)

Keep it clean, and watch him cIose.

(lsabel) TempIar.

- Your neck. - No.

Sit.

PIease.

If the bIeeding doesn't stop, shall l fasten a beIt around your neck?

My maid tells me you cannot look at women.

What is your name?

Am I to assume your silence means you cannot talk to women either?

My name is Thomas MarshaI.

There it is.

And were many sacred vows broken by that revelation?

(Gasps)

(Chattering)

It's not like the others. The river naturaIIy defends.

WalIs buiIt... so a few can stop many.

Don't insult me, Captain.

I know the quaIities of a Norman keep.

What I am having troubIe with...

is how a thousand men could have failed so miserably against twenty.

Those men fight hard. For what?

A smaII rock in a fieId?

We go around.

My great, great grandfather buiIt that rock

when he conquered this country.

StrategicaIIy, it fortifies London and controIs aII of southern England.

Why in God's name do you think they chose to hoIe up there in the first pIace?

What will pIease your people more, Captain?

That your men died in a great battIe,

or that your reward for heIping me is the Church Ieaving your lands alone?

For that is what the Pope promised he wouId do.

Now, however small it may seem...

..with that rock, the rest of this country follows.

(AIbany) Now you see what he means to do.

I say this to each of you.

There's a night out there...

deep enough for a man to sIip away, if he should wish.

And I would understand.

(WuIfstan sighs)

I think you upset him.

What about you, Marks?

I took this for you at AngouIeme.

I walked into this outside TouIouse.

Both times we saw it through. What do you think l'm doing here?

I don't take a man's money and run.

Mr Phipps, are you and your garrison men still for the fight?

AII six of us. Good and ready, sir.

Ah!

(Snores)

(Laughter)

(Snoring continues)

(Birdsong)

(Maddy) I saw you with the TempIar.

I think he has a mind for you.

His mind possesses nothing I care to think about.

There is something not normal with him. It's his manner.

He Iooks but won't talk.

Then he talks and nothing he says settIes with me.

Don't tell me that was his way before he became a Templar. l wouldn't beIieve it.

- My Lady. - What?

That's a great deaI of thinking...

for someone you don't want to think about.

(Maddy) Hm.

(SoIdier) They're buiIding something.

What do you think it is?

(Men shouting)

(Man) Your royaI engineer, Sire.

- Will it work? - There's no moat, er... So, er...

(King John) There's no moat and no excuses. Finish it.

(King John) Tell him to construct a...

(lsabel) l am sorry for what l said to you.

I was wrong.

(Grunts)

What happens next...to us?

- All of us? - They wiII attack again.

And we will hoId again.

The French...

..made saiI with an army to stand by us.

You reaIIy beIieve they will come?

Hm.

Thou shaII not lie, Thomas.

Certainly not for the French.

DefiniteIy not to me. It isn't worth it.

Does that break TempIar laws?

Mm.

Some wouId say yes.

Put the sword down.

If they do come, I wilI need to know how to use this.

- ls this how you hoId it? - lf you want your opponent to win.

I fight...

..so you don't have to.

Siege tower.

(Marks) Making quick work of it. (AIbany) Damn it.

Baron, l have an idea.

What happens if this doesn't work?

- Don't ask. - What couId be worse than this?

Squire, wouId you ever kill a woman?

- Never. - Not even if it meant saving her life?

(SoIdier) That's it, heave it down.

(Laughter)

Holy Saint Joseph! Look who it is.

His Majesty is ready, my Lord.

(WuIfstan Iaughs)

- Prince Louis hoIds in France. - They haven't sailed yet?

- He's buying time to negotiate terms. - Negotiate terms!

The King enslaves this country,

the Pope defends him and caIIs the Magna Carta heresy,

and France uses this tyranny for a better deal?

- Are there any men willing to fight? - A few.

Many thought the rebellion was over because John signed the Magna Carta.

In some ways, it was the smartest thing he did.

WelI, aII that is done.

Let Rome pronounce whatever holy dictum it pIeases.

They won't teII me that God is their possession.

I Ieave for France at once. You gather what men you can.

And prepare London for war.

And Rochester?

- Baron Albany? - Pray God is with them.

(Marks) Take cover!

(Screams)

(Screaming and shouting)

ExceIIent. ExceIIent.

(Grunting and straining)

Go on. Faster!

(Grunting and straining)

(WuIfstan) Lock it!

- Lock! - And fire!

They have buiIt an engine?

(Roaring)

Yargh!

(Anxious shouting)

(Man) Take cover!

(Women scream)

(lsabel) AII of you, outside.

(Breathes heavily)

(Shouting and screaming)

- (Laughter) - (MarshaI) Wulfstan, you've broken through!

Now, come on! Give them heIIfire!

(WuIfstan) Heave! (Men) Heave!

Aargh!

(WuIfstan) Lock it! Fire pot, Guy!

(Phipps) You heathen dogs!

(Man) Bring it a bit forward!

(WuIfstan) Light it! (Man) Light it!

(WuIfstan) Loose!

(Man) Yeah!

Goddamn deviIs! Murdering goddamn whores!

(Marshal) Yes! They burn!

(AII cheer)

Do not record that!

(Grunts) Bitches!

(Screaming)

(Shouting in Danish)

This bastard king, WuIfstan.

Aye.

(Narrator) After that, the king did not come again.

But the rains did.

And the days grew short as autumn turned to winter.

They were too cold to fight, and too hungry.

The castle stores were empty...

and they had taken to eating the horses.

Save for one.

Marshal's.

But a Templar is forbidden to eat his horse.

Their Order dictates that it must die in battle.

So 13 hungry souls and one horse would remain.

Still they waited.

And so too did the King.

They could smell his food, hear his army's song.

For attrition is one man's ally and another man's curse.

So they became cursed men.

And as weeks turned to months,

their minds took to places they should not...

where a man sees only doubt and has no worth at all.

On my wedding day I knew my marriage would have no Iove.

Yet still I took my vows to God.

(Marshal mumbles)

I honoured and obeyed my commitments daily.

You think we are not the same, Thomas, but you're wrong.

- l'm starving! - What do you want me to do?

Someone's gotta do something!

(lsabel) Listen to me.

Damn your Templar vows!

It was my vows that made me what I am.

It was my Order that brought me here.

And by God's good grace,

it wiII be the TempIars that save your life.

Where are you going?

Why are you leaving?

(Lively chatter, laughter)

Why would he leave?

My Lady, you were with him last.

Did he say why he left?

You go to your chamber.

Now.

No.

(Shouting and jeering)

(Shouting in Danish)

I'll kiss the Bishop's arse if he comes back.

You're gonna have to kiss a king's arse, Becket, cos they're coming back again.

- lt's Thomas! - (Guy) Open the gates!

(AIbany) Becket, get him! (Guy) Get him, Becket!

(AIbany) Come on! Quickly! HeIp him! (Marshal) Get the sacks. The sacks!

- Come on! - (lsabeI) Hurry!

- Run! - (Man) Close the portcuIIis!

What was you thinking, TempIar?

He's stoIen the king's food. I've never seen such a thing!

(AII Iaugh)

(Shouting)

(Tiberius shouts in Danish)

You are relieved of your command, Captain.

Get back in your rowboat and go home.

- l'm not leaving without my men! - Oh yes, you are!

And I will tell you why. The Pope has had a change of heart.

What do you say?

I say that when your pathetic IittIe army arrives back at your houses,

you wiII find your lands Christianised.

Your sons ensIaved to the Church and your wives serving new husbands.

You did not speak to the Pope of my Iands?

(Laughs) Why in God's name would I do that?

Take this castIe, Tiberius!

And if you do not, you wiII be sailing home to quite a different worId.

(RoIIing thunder)

WelI, MarshaI, you sure know how to pick a bit of shank. (Laughs)

(WuIfstan) Better than three months of horse meat.

(Man) I'II stick with the pig. (Becket) Then what?

- l'll eat you. - (Laughter)

(Woman chuckles)

(Laughter and cheering)

(Maddy) Oh! (AIbany) Hey! Hey! Hey!

(Laughter and chatter continues)

So, squire...

you can read words?

And write them too?

What's your fuII name?

Jedediah Coteral.

(Distant Iaughter)

Jedediah Coteral.

Yeah.

I've never seen it written before. Huh.

Hm.

(Coteral chuckles)

(Moans)

(lsabel sighs)

(Footsteps)

(WuIfstan) It's too quiet. Check the far waII.

(Guy sighs)

(Guy grunts)

(Shouting)

To the battlements! Attack!

(Man) Cover the west wing. West wing! Come on!

(Men shouting orders)

- Watch out! - To the right!

(Panting and shouting)

(Man) HeIp me!

(Shouting)

(Becket) The gates! The gates!

(Guy) Where's Marshal?

Fight, Guy! Fight!

Baron!

Aargh!

(Echoing) Baron!

(Gasps)

(AIbany groans)

Don't move. Be stiII.

(Pants)

- Hold the keep. - You can't die.

You can't die. Stay aIive! You hear me?

Hold the keep! Go! Go!

(Laboured breathing)

Yaargh!

(AII roar)

Phipps!

- Come here! - (CoteraI) Hold the gates!

(Grunting)

I've got it. I've got it.

Come on, to the gates!

(Man) HoId!

AII in! AII in!

(Man) Stand fast!

(Man) Shield wall!

(Coteral) ShieIds. ShieIds up!

Up!

Brace yourselves.

(Man) Ready! Ready!

(Shouting and screaming)

(Groans)

(Screams)

- lsabeI! - (Wulfstan) Get inside!

Now!

(Man shouts in Danish)

(Shouting)

(Groans)

(Grunts)

(Shouting and grunting)

- We have to get to the Baron! - To the keep!

- We can't leave him! - He's gone, all right?

Hold the steps! Hold the steps!

(Marshal) Come on!

Marshal!

(Man) Pull him down!

(Guy) Marshal! (Coteral) Come on!

(Marshal) Get it off! Get it off!

(lsabel strains)

(Marshal gasps)

Get back, behind the portcullis!

(CornhiII) Come on!

(Sobs)

(Panting)

(CornhiII) They have prisoners.

(Danes shouting)

(Groans)

Boy!

(Man shouting in Danish)

(Man shouts in Danish)

(Groans)

Good afternoon, Baron. Did you find my castIe to your liking?

It's the people's castle now.

You said he was gone.

Those two. Cut off their hands and feet.

- No. - No!

(Whimpers) No!

No!

Now, Baron, I want my keep back.

- At my command! - (Man) No!

- They'II never surrender. - Really?

Do it!

(Cheering)

(Coteral) Do something! (Marshal) We hold the keep.

- (Grunting) - My arse, your stinking castIe!

(Groans)

Aaargh!

- Aargh! - (Cheering)

God damn you, you murdering whore!

Isn't that the king I am?

You betray all that's meant to be king.

You betray God!

I betray God?!

My crown was passed to me by my brother, and my father before him.

I was born to be a king!

It is my birthright! Given to me by God!

You cry for the common man

and in the same breath you curse the crown that protects him!

You dare to question my reign...

and the lineage of Kings who have reigned before me?!

The great amaranthine royaIty ofAquitaine...

..who forged this Iand from barbarian hordes

and made it nobIe and pure!

Who gave it order, meaning,

and even faith...

to thousands of years of loyaI subjects!

And it is aII now questioned by you!

And we are forced to sign your precious Magna Carta,

forced by you, a wool merchant!

I am the blood! I am God's right hand!

And you will never dictate to me how l am to be a king!

(Pants)

Now, Baron.

Which hand did you touch me with?

Hold his hand down.

Hold his right hand down!

(AIbany groans)

This is not something you shouId see.

(Snorts)

(AIbany groans)

Aargh!

Tell your rebels to open the gate, AIbany!

No surrender!

- No surrender! - Put his other hand up! Do it!

Do it!

Aargh!

(Guy) We hold, Baron!

We hold!

Put his feet up. Put his feet up!

CornhiII!

You will yield to your king!

Or, as God hears me, your head is on a spike!

(Whimpers)

Now, that monster that they've made, strap his carcass to it.

Strap him to it!

(Shouting, jeering)

Heave!

(Cheering)

There's no one coming, is there?

(Whimpers)

(Banging)

(Breathes heavily)

(Approaching footsteps)

My scouts report the French have Ieft Calais.

They'll be at our back within days.

Do you know that when l was a child,

I once secretIy ate every urn of my father's beloved honey peaches.

And the next day...

he brought before me a servant girI that he had accused of the crime.

And he pIaced her hand on the tabIe, and he drew his knife...

..and he delivered the punishment.

And that night, unabIe to contain my shame,

I confessed to him that it was l,

his son, who had committed the crime.

Do you know what his response was?

He said, "l know.

"l know.

"And that is why l onIy cut off her finger.

"You see, John, any action against the throne

"must be punished ruthlessly.

"For that is the onIy way to maintain the absolute power...

"..of a king."

(Breathes deepIy)

(Footsteps)

When they come, you must demand to see the King.

I want nothing from him.

Not even mercy.

(lsabel sighs)

I broke my vow, Isabel.

I have betrayed God's trust.

What we did was a sin.

Stop hiding... behind vows and commandments.

The vows speak of IoyaIty and abstinence and murder, but...

why never Iove, Thomas?

The vows of the Order...

..protect my soul from the bIood I've spilt in God's name.

It was the Church that made you do those things.

It was the Templars that gave you a sword

and the name of God to wield it.

It was the Templars that made you kill.

Who were you before them?

What was so bad about that man then that makes you resist your desires now?

Thomas...

I am not a sin.

(Man) Sire? Sire?

Your engineer, sire. The mine is ready.

WilI it work?

- lt's right under the keep's foundations. - Ah.

Then take note.

To my justiciar, send to me 40 pigs.

The Ieast good for eating.

Deliver that at once.

(Man) Come on! Hurry up! Move it!

That's it.

- Where you going? - l'm going to pIead for terms.

(Becket) No!

(CornhiII) What else is there to do? (Guy) We hold.

We hold for what? The French? They're not coming.

- l'll ask for terms. - (Guy) No!

We swore an oath. An oath!

To AIbany. To EngIand.

Your oath is worthIess.

Magna Carta is worthless.

The Church has annuIIed it.

Whatever happens here is meaningIess.

- (Guy breathes heavily) - No. No. Wait!

(CornhiII groans)

- That's enough, squire. - Becket?

Your boy here tried to take the oId man's head off.

Becket, Ieave him be.

(Becket's knife thuds)

Now, Guy...get away from him.

- Now. - Or what?

You'Il kill me?

- Guy... - Shut up!

Baron de Albany gave his life for his beliefs.

What have you given for yours?

Coward.

(CornhiII sighs)

There's no saIvation to this end.

Our souls...

are damned.

You are not a coward.

- (Becket) What are you doing? - l'm writing my name.

How do you do that?

Master Guy taught me.

WelI, that's you aIl done then.

What makes a man Iike you so angry?

I've been angry so long...

- l don't even remember. - (Laughs)

(Sighs) lt's kept you alive though, l suppose.

(Sighs) l don't think it's gonna get us through this one.

(Squealing)

- What do you think they're doing? - Pigs. For a sapper's fire.

- Sappers? - They're digging a mine underneath us.

Pig's fat, it burns, with the heat of a crucibIe.

(Man) Make way!

Go on! Go!

(Man) Whoa!

Whoa there!

Whoa!

Bring them in.

(Grunting)

(Woman screams)

(Gasps)

(Maddy gasps)

(Maddy quietly prays)

We've got a bigger problem.

(Man) Hah! Get in there!

Go on!

(Pigs squeaI and grunt)

(Panting)

(Squealing)

(Coteral coughs)

(Marshal) Coteral.

(Marshal) lt's hot.

- So what are we gonna do now? - (Becket) Templar.

We get to the other side of the keep.

(Shouts in Danish)

(Pigs squeaIing)

Guy, take the women to the chapeI, huh?

Go!

- (lsabeI gasps) - (Maddy) Hurry, lsabeI.

(Becket) Get down! Get down!

(Screaming)

(Cheering)

(lsabel screams)

(Cheering)

(Coughing)

(Approaching footsteps)

- l think he's gone. - l'm not making that mistake again.

Come on.

(Coteral) OK. (Becket) One, two.

(AII shout)

(lsabel breathes heaviIy)

Oh, Maddy. She was beside me.

(Shouting in Danish)

(Coteral and Becket strain)

(Coteral) Becket. Becket.

(Pants)

Ha!

I'll hold them off.

How much did they pay to get you out those stocks?

- Five shiIIings. - That is cheaper than a whore.

(AII shouting)

Come on, you filthy whores!

If they get through us, you kill the women.

- No. - Say it.

- l can't. - Say it!

I'll kiII the women.

Come on, you whore! Yaargh!

(Laughs)

Aargh!

(Men shout from beIow)

Aargh!

(Shouting in Danish)

(Shouts in Danish)

Forgive me.

Thomas. Thomas!

(Grunts)

Thomas!

Save her.

No one touch him!

How's your faith now, Templar?

Why don't you come a little closer...

..and I'll show you.

(Both grunt and groan)

(Horns bIowing)

(Shouts in Danish)

(Shouts excitedly)

Yaaargh!

(Panicking cries)

(Man shouts orders)

You fought braveIy.

Is kiIIing a noble thing?

But a life fought for others is a life worth living.

That is a noble thing.

(Sighs)

A French prince now holds the English crown.

Not an easy decision to make.

Nor was this one.

The Order's over for you, Thomas.

You've earned your freedom as much as any man.

Your Grace.

Come on.

We held.

(WhistIing)

(Horse whinnies)

(Narrator) Within a year, the rebellion was won.

While fleeing for his life, King John died of dysentery.

What was left of his treasure was never recovered.

In time, the great keep of Rochester was rebuilt.

It stands to this day.

So too does the noble dream that was... Magna Carta.