All language subtitles for The.Warriors.1955.BluRay-LM

Stand to.

St. George here.

We're ready, My Lords.

Follow me, all of you.

- Bring out the others.
- Yes, sire.

Bernard.

They're here.

My Lords and Knights

the most noble
and powerful lord, Edward III

King of England and France.

On your knees, sirs.

You may rise.

Are there no more French
noblemen, Sir Philip?

A few more, sire,
all badly wounded.

The rest are dead.

Or escaped.

My Lords, this is a truce
between England and France

to which we have
already put our hand.

It will be ratified
in London by your former king

who is now our prisoner.

The fighting
is over between us.

Is that a truce, sir,
or a surrender?

What is your name?

I am Count Robert De Ville.

Perhaps, you would like to read
the terms of the truce, My Lord.

They include
an amnesty of yourself

and for the other French
knights, now our prisoners.

In exchange for what?

In exchange
for your word as men of honor

that you will lay down your arms

and make no further attempt
to seize from us

what is our just heritage.

I do not agree to such terms.

I recognize no English overlord.

My lands belong to me

and I will defend my right
to them.

You are mistaken, My Lord.

We hold absolute sovereignty
over all Aquitaine.

However, your states
are not forfeit.

Not yet.

Not for so long
as you live on them in peace

and obey our laws.

'You are free to go.'

I have given no promise...sir.

We are no longer enemies,
My Lord.

But I would advice you
to remember

that you are our subjects.

And while this truce
is in effect

any act of rebellion
on your part

will be dealt with...
as treason.

Leave us.

- It seems to me, My Liege...
- What am I to do, Philip?

Execute every French noble

who refuses to accept me
as his overlord?

It scares to do that.

Nor can I imprison them
indefinitely

for bearing arms against us
in honorable battle.

I don't know.

Hm. But they're not all
as dangerous as De Ville.

He is a determined fighter,
My Liege. I know.

I broke a lance against him.

And yet,
I couldn't unhorse him.

You fought valiantly,
my young friend.

Thank you, My Liege.

Is there any word
of my son?

Well, not since
nightfall, sir.

The last I saw of the prince,
he and Sir John

were leading the attack
against the French, right flank.

They chased them for miles.

They'll be ours
before they come back.

- 'Stand to.'
- Take a fresh horse, Philip a..

Edward!

Yes, father.

Sir John, did you and Edward

chase the French
all the way to the sea?

No, sire.

We stayed with Sir Philip's
brother, Sir James..

...until he died.

I'm sorry, boy.

When you have your armor off,
I want to talk to you.

No man could be prouder of his
son than I am of you, Edward.

You've done great honor to me.

- And to England.
- Thank you, sire.

Prepare some food for us.

What's troubling you?

Come, tell me.

Victory.

The victory was ours today.

But many good men died

French as well as English.

Yes.

Yes, Edward.

You've convinced me that
I have made the right decision.

What decision?

I must return to England
with the army.

Return?

There are difficulties at home.

But, father,
if we withdraw now

we forfeit everything
we've been fighting for.

I said I must return to England.

You will remain in France.

With such men
as I can safely spare.

I look to you
to keep the peace in Aquitaine.

And to govern it with wisdom..

...and courage and compassion.

Ruler of Aquitaine?

Duke of Aquitaine.

This is English soil, Edward.

As English as that upon which
Westminster Abbey stands.

For almost two centuries,
it has been our heritage

and our responsibility.

We cannot shake it.

Some of the French nobles
are still rebellious.

They'll make trouble
if they can

but they are weak
and scattered.

Before they can reorganize
their armies

in sufficient strength

I hope to be able to send you
adequate reinforcements.

- Until then..
- Father.

I'll hold Aquitaine for you.

I know you will.

To England and St. George.

To England and St. George.

France and St. Denis

France and St. Denis.

They are fine words,
My Lords of France.

I heard you shout them
yesterday in ringing tones

as we arm for battle today,
they should die in your throats.

I never thought
it'd cost you so little

to bow to an English king.

It cost us a great deal.

Who are you to taunt us
in our defeat?

Well, now, I'm the only one it
seems that'll not admit defeat.

Captives at the foot
of a conqueror

have no choice but to admit it.

You have tongues, you could
have refused his terms.

Refuse them? When King John
had agreed to them?

We have only the word
of the English king.

King John is a prisoner.

Who knows under what
jurors he was

when he said
he'll cede to that treaty.

These are infamous terms. I, for
one, will not be parted to them.

You speak boldly, De Ville.
But our army's been routed.

We haven't the strength
to break the truce.

Very well,
let us appear to keep it

until we are strong enough
to break it.

That day may never come.

How can we rebuild an army

when we have no leader?

King John is dead to us.

- The Dauphin rules France.
- The Dauphin, hah!

And who rules the Dauphin?
Du Guesclin.

Du Guesclin?

What assurance has he given
that he'll continue the fight?

None. Not yet.

But, My Lord,
unless we know...

Now, hear me.

Du Guesclin
can be persuaded

to declare himself
Lord High Constable.

That much I know.

With him as our leader,
nothing will stop us

driving the English
out of France.

Nothing, that is except..

...cowardice.

Now, who will pledge
himself with me

to defend his land
and his rights?

Who will say as I do?

We continue the war

in our own way.

I do.

- I do.
- And I.

Good.

- Good.
- Very good.

Uh, here, John, your turn.

My Lord, I haven't handled
one of these things

for 15 years.

Only 15?

Well, show us
how good you used to be.

- Here.
- Very well.

Now, I can hardly see that
shield, much less hit it.

Well, try shutting your eyes.

Um, if we have to defend
this castle

I'll do much better
with a sword.

Swords are all very well, John.

Swords or Javelin. But for me..

'My Lords, My Lords!'

Foot soldiers approaching,
from the East.

They're not soldiers.

'Well, whoever they are'

'they are too many for us
to meet unarmed.'

- Hurl them a sword and knight...
- Wait.

This is no attack.
They are not even armed.

Lower the drawbridge.

Lower the drawbridge!

What's your business?

- Sir John.
- My Lord.

Remove them.

I am Gurd, My Lord,
from the forest of Chatel.

We come with the hope of
speaking to the English ruler.

I'm your ruler.
I am Edward, Prince of Wales.

- Your servant, My Liege.
- Well, rise, Gurd.

'Say what you have to say.'

We, we come to speak
for the peasants, My Lord.

None of us want anything more

than to live out our lives
in peace.

Every man has a right to that.

Thank you, sire.

But our lords tell us
this cannot be.

Who are these lords?

The-the nobles,
on whose land we live and work.

They say we are still at war.

They force us to give two hours
of everyday to practice of arms.

Yes, with spears
and with swords.

Now we have to pay more taxes.

And if we've got no money
for the taxes

they take our cows
and our chickens.

Or our daughters.

Hm. These nobles,
what are their names?

Their leader is my master,
Count Robert De Ville.

Robert De Ville?
Any of you know this man?

I've heard of him. The biggest
land owner in all Aquitaine.

I know him, My Lord,
one of the nobles

released by King Edward
under the truce.

The one who would not swear
to keep the peace.

Hmm. Go back
and tell your friends this.

'Have no more fear
of these injustices.'

'There will be no more
enforced practice at arms.'

Nor any illegal taxes.

Today, a proclamation
to this effect will be made.

This will be read and posted
in every village without delay.

Yes, My Lord.

- Who is there?
- Open your eyes, fellow.

It's the banner
of the Young Earl of Kent.

And this is his sister,
the Lady Joan Holland.

- 'Lower the bridge!'
- That moat looks so pretty.

Look, John.

- Are there any fishes in it?
- Of course there are.

Big ones with very sharp teeth.

- How do you know?
- Because I do.

And do you know
what they like to eat best?

- No.
- Little boys like you.

- They do not.
- That's enough, My Lord.

Lady Joan, welcome.

Welcome in the name
of my master.

- The Duke of Aquitaine.
- Thank you, Philip.

Don't kneel to me.
Help me down.

How amazing and wonderful
to see you here

in this forlorn place.

I'd almost forgotten how
beautiful English women are.

And I'd almost forgotten

what a charming flatterer
you are.

- Take me to the prince.
- Ha-ha, into the courtyard.

'Forgive me for disturbing you,
My Lord.'

But I thought
you wouldn't mind.

Joan?

Can it be?

Yes, My Lord.

I'm Edward to you.
I always have been.

That was a long time ago,
when I was a little girl.

Oh, a little girl,
and now I suppose

you're a dear little
white head veil.

Joan, just to see you again..

Tell me, what are you
doing here in France?

I'm taking my brothers
to their new home.

- New home?
- Yes.

The house and lands my husband
left me. Just beyond the river.

Ah.. Hm.

I think it'd be wiser if you
stayed here at the castle.

Oh, thank you.
But it was my husband's wish

that my brothers and I
should go there to live.

And why shouldn't we?
Now that the war is over.

We believe it's over.

There are a number
of French nobles

who are still rebellious.

I'd be much happier
if you stayed here.

We all would.

I very much doubt, My Lord,
if the French nobles

would harm a widow
and two small children.

That's out of the question.

It's very kind of you
to worry about me, My Lord

but I wish to live
in my own home.

That is, unless
you forbid me to do so.

Joan, you and your brothers
are English subjects

and therefore,
our responsibility.

Besides, I haven't
the men here to spare

from the castle
to protect your home.

Have I asked
for soldiers, My Lord?

I've been a widow
for three years now.

I'm perfectly capable of
looking after my own household.

Hm. In London perhaps,
where you should have stayed.

I would have done so, My Lord

if I'd known
I'd be unwelcome here.

"Unwelcome?"
Oh, Joan, you haven't changed

since you were ten years old.

Haven't I, My Lord?

Very well. As you wish.
I'll not detain you.

Thank you. I hope you will be
able to visit us soon.

I shall be pleased to.

But I still believe
you're taking a grave risk.

My home will be
honored to receive

Edward, Prince of Wales.

"No practice of arms.
No military taxes."

You say that
this proclamation is posted

in every village, D'Estell?

Yes, My Lord.

Libeau, it seems
our English overlord

has made the first move.

And a bold one.

By directly
countermanding your orders

Edward challenges your authority
and asserts his own.

But you're not so easily
overruled. Eh, My Lord?

If only we knew
his real strength

now that the English king
has returned home.

I warrant, he's scarcely
half the army left.

How can he enforce
orders like these?

We should go round the villages
and tear them all down.

Open treason.
Not very clever, D'Estell.

Besides, it serves no purpose.

This order has the support
of the peasants.

We must woo them,
not antagonize them.

Since when do I,
the Count of Aquitaine

have to woo woodcutters?

Since the Duke
of Aquitaine began

receiving them in audience.

'Yes. No one is turned away.'

They swarm to his castle
like lepers to a shrine.

They grovel and groan.

And he pours forth
promises as freely

as a confessor
giving absolution.

He'll make loyal
English subjects of them all.

- Unless we can get rid of him.
- Hah. Admittedly.

- But how is it to be done?
- I shall find a way.

And what knows
that those soft vitals

of yours
that you yield so easily?

Only a milk shop throws down
the glove at the first joust.

D'Estell, you say Edward denies
no one his presence, huh?

He admits the lowliest.
The very scum of Aquitaine.

Provided they come unarmed,
cap in hand.

Fawning of speech and manner.

There's another group
of peasants outside, My Lord.

- Is there no end to them?
- Shall I bring them in?

Bring them in.

Welcome, my friends.

You may rise.

What is it? Speak.

If you have grievances, speak.

We have grievances.

Death to the English!

- Who are you?
- Where are you from?

Answer or I'll tear
you apart. Aah.

I am Francois Le Clerc
from Poitiers.

Who sent you?

Count Robert De Ville.

De Ville.

Again.

Where could they be?

They should have
been back hours ago.

Do you think
we sent enough men?

If we sent any more,
it would be suspicious.

They should have been enough.
They must have bungled.

Cunning will avail us nothing.

We must wait
until we can build up an army.

Do we need an army
to kill one man?

I tell you, Libeau,
if we can rid ourselves

of this Edward, Prince of Wales

we can break the English hold
on Aquitaine.

The gall of these English.

They're so confident
of their position here

that they are bringing
their women folk

to live in the chateaus
they have stolen from us.

- Ha-ha. Their women folk?
- A friend of Prince Edward's.

Setting up house with her
brothers in the Villa d'Aville.

- Almost under our noses.
- Why not?

According to the truce,
they're our fellow countrymen.

You would have us play
good neighbors.

- Eh, Libeau?
- Who is she?

A young widow
of Sir Thomas Holland.

As the chief land owner
of Aquitaine

you should pay her
a courtesy call.

A courtesy call?

By St. Denis, how can you
talk of such foolery?

- Are we not at war?
- Just a minute, D'Estell.

I think Libeau is right.

Perhaps I should pay her a call.

Perhaps we all should.

- You're sure that's the house?
- 'Yes, My Lord.'

'She's been there several weeks
now with her brothers'

'and the mistress, Genevieve,
who looks after the children.'

Very well.
I want them all unharmed.

- Libeau and I will stay here.
- Very well, My Lord.

Follow me. Come on. Come on.

I still think
this is dangerous, My Lord.

When Prince Edward hears of it,
he'll attack us.

And we are not yet strong enough
to resist him.

I think we are.

And the only way to find out

is to draw him
out of his castle.

Do you realize,
this is a deliberate

violation of the treaty
King John has signed?

Our brave sovereign is a captive
of the English in London.

Why should we be abound
by the signature

of a cringing prisoner?

Don't dare
lay your hands on me!

- Where are you taking me?
- We have our orders.

Who gives orders in Aquitaine
except Prince Edward?

Let me go! Put me down!

'You put me down!'

My Lord,
Lady Joan and her brothers

have been taken by De Ville.

- What?
- Yes, My Lord.

I was watching from the woods.

- Were they harmed?
- No, sire.

The servant was killed,
but the ladies

and the children
were just taken away.

I want every lance
to ride at once.

Yes, My Lord.

Philip, ready your bowmen.

'My Lord.'

Arm yourself.

Open the gate!

It's Dubois, call the guard.

- What is it, Dubois?
- The English, My Lord.

- They're attacking.
- How many?

Under a score of knights
and some men at arms.

You hear that? We'll surround
them on the hills.

Trumpet up!

It seems the Prince feels
he needs only

a handful of brave knights
to save the lady.

As usual,
the English underestimate us.

Forward!

For France and St. Denis!

Guards! We'll keep going
through them!

There he is.
Don't let him get away.

The prince!

Sound the retreat.

- After them!
- My horse!

I told you not to
let him escape.

- Come, we'll hit him up.
- Hey! Come on!

This poor animal can't carry us
both much further, My Lord.

You take him.
I'll follow on foot.

We'll both walk
and stay together.

Listen.

They're between us
and the castle.

I'm sure we can get
past them in the dark.

No. We won't go back at all.

Sir?

Supposing we did
get past them, John

what good would that do?

You'd be safe.

And your safety
is a concern of England.

So is the Lady Joan's freedom.

Besides, I must find out
what this rebellious gentleman

intends to do next.

Get rid of your armor.

Gladly.

I suppose you,
uh, have a reason.

I suppose I have.

One way or another,
you and I

are gonna get into
De Ville's castle.

My Lord.

You wish to speak to me,
Lady Joan?

I demand that you release me
and my brothers.

You are hardly in a position
to make demands, ma'am.

I saw you
and your men ride in

carrying this.

Presumably, you've accomplished
what you set out to accomplish.

You could have no further reason
to keep us in prison now.

Forgive me, My Lady,
that decision must be mine

not yours.

In the meantime, I will endeavor
to make your visit to us

as pleasant as possible.

'Your quarters, I trust,
are comfortable.'

Then you did not kill
Prince Edward.

You can't be certain.

That is why you refused
to release us.

He's alive
and still a threat to you.

Your Prince will either be dead
or a prisoner

within a matter of hours.

I can promise you that.

You will not be able to keep
that promise, My Lord.

I'm so hungry, My Lord.

If we had another horse,
I'd eat it.

Don't call me "My Lord."

No, My Lord. Oh, My Liege.

Here, come on, you two.
Come on, you two.

Both of you, come on, get along.

- Wait.
- Uh? uh-uh..

- Don't be frightened, man.
- You're strangers.

Yes, from Calais.
What's happening here?

The nobles are taking men
from the village.

That's what's happening. They're
forcing them into the army.

I know how to get into
De Ville's castle.

They can force us
into his army.

That's a good idea, John.
But not good enough.

As common soldiers,
we'd never have the freedom

of the castle we need.

Well, I'm too hungry
to think of anything better.

Then let us eat, and perhaps

you'll think
of something better.

Hey, Alan.

Alan, I think we need
some music.

Alright, soldier. Wait.

More wine here, you keeper.
Soothing soldiers is dry work.

In a minute, soldier.
In a minute!

Welcome to my inn, gentlemen.

What can I offer you?

Food, mountains of food.

Yes, sir.

You're new to this village.
Who are you?

Oh, we're just, uh,
travelers from...

From Toulouse.

You two,
your duty is not over yet.

Get to your feet.

Bard, send your men up
to the castle.

'Go on. And you too, Jorah.'

- What's the matter?
- Up there, over the fireplace.

'The Black Armor?'

Well, what about it?

Aren't you trying to think
of a way to enter the castle?

Knight. Squire.

They put me
in the cavalry

Wherever the army goes

I've all for hospitality

Throughout the Principality

For everybody knows

I am the girl for

A long kiss a strong kiss

And a kiss for rich or poor

I caught him
with his visor down

But hadn't time to wait

And so many
had been and gone

But still
he had his helmet on

For I can penetrate
any amount of armor plate

A long kiss a strong kiss

And a kiss for rich or poor

You have enough girls
already, captain.

You've got a happy smile.

Have I? Well, what I see
makes me happy.

You're rich perhaps.

Mm, perhaps.

Isn't it a little early in
the day for such a celebration?

It's always like that
when the soldiers come here.

They'd all be drunk
by nightfall.

Don't you like soldiers, Marie?

Tell me,
do many of them come here?

Why do you ask
so many questions?

Who are you?
What's your name?

Oh, just call me, Edouard.

'Edouard.'

Here you are, sirs.

- Ah.
- Can I get you anything else?

Well, my friend and I
are a little tired.

We'd like two comfortable beds.

We have the finest
in all France.

And clean too, I hope.

Of course, sir.

Gold.

Thank you, sir.

Tell me, Edouard,
where did you get so much gold?

And how can Marie
get hold of some of it?

Easily.

Oh, you're very charming,
Edouard.

Marie, perhaps
I can be more charming

if you'd do me a small favor.

Anything, Edouard.

You eat too fast, my friend.

Where can we speak privately?

Come to my room.

But, uh, Edouard, your food.

I shall return
before it's cold.

Oh, you're shaving. Hm.

Your moustache!

Yes. Yes.

And with a French razor

which you, as my squire,
should have provided.

Not Marie.

In any case, it won't change
your appearance enough.

No?

Well, I can only do
the best I can.

- Marie?
- 'Yes.'

Everyone's asleep.

Now, did you manage to get
another horse?

Yes, it's outside,
tied up next to yours.

Good.

Marie, you're an angel.

I never saw anyone
in such a hurry.

'What are you doing?'

'Slept well, sir?'

So, you turn out to be
a pair of thieves, do you?

Thieves? Why, no.
We're just borrowing this.

And besides stealing, you dare
to impersonate a knight?

You know what the punishment
for that is, you dog?

Maria, for you.

You've more than earned it.

But you haven't
left any for yourself.

Where I'm going,
I won't need it.

Goodbye.

And bless you.

Are you ready,
my trustee squire?

Ready, Sir Knight.

Then follow me, friend.

Who goes there?

Tell your master the Black
Knight wishes to speak to him.

If we should succeed
in getting into the castle

and Lady Joan recognizes you,
what then?

It's your duty
as my squire to advise me.

- Ah!
- Shh!

Who calls himself
the Black Knight?

What is your name?

I've made a vow, My Lord

never to reveal
my name until the enemies

of friends
have been defeated.

A noble vow, if true.

And what do you want with me?

I wish to join forces
with you, My Lord.

I hear you pay well for the
services of good fighting men.

And you consider yourself
one of the best?

Certainly better than
that fat knight

'who stands beside you.'

Libeau, test him.

Fetch my horse and armor!

This is dangerous.
I've seen him unhorse Sir Ellys.

Besides,
that old armor of yours..

Are you ready, Libeau?

Ready, Black Knight?

'Hold! Enough!'

Perhaps this knight
was right, Libeau.

'You are a little too fat.'

Sir Knight, give me your hand.

Well, you can sit a horse.

Thank you, My Lord.

Before I enlist you
in my service

I'd like to see your face,
my friend.

As you wish, My Lord.

Tell me,
why does a man of quality

wish to become a mercenary?

Because, money is as
useful to a man of quality

as to any other, My Lord.

- Well, you're honest.
- Is he?

He'd fight for the English

if they offered him
more than we do.

You heard my vow. Must I remind
you of it with my sword?

I've been unhorsed before.

But no man has ever fought me
with a sword and lived!

Libeau!

There'll be no
fighting among my knights.

Time enough for jousting
when the English

have been driven from this land.

Come, sire, let us discuss the
terms of your service to France.

- My squire may attend me?
- Of course.

See to my horse.

He carries an English longbow.
How did he come by that?

Uh, from a dead Englishman,
My Lord. Not far from here.

There were signs of
a recent battle.

- Who won?
- We did, of course.

And almost speared ourselves
the English prince.

Indeed. Edward?
What did he look like?

We don't know.
We only saw his back as he fled.

Gentleman, our guest!

Eat well.

Ah, that's another thing
the English can't do.

Make wine.

I never understood
why Wilhelm of Normandy

ever wanted to go
to that damp little island.

Let alone stay there.

- My Lord, you live well here.
- Yes, we do.

You'll not regret
that you joined us.

- I hope you're right.
- Huh?

I said,
I'm sure you're right, sir.

You will ride
at my right hand, sire.

'I like the way
you use a lance.'

'Very honored, sir.'

But also impatient.

When do we ride
against the English?

In due time, my friend,
in due time.

I'm about to join forces
with the most

powerful man in all France.

- Uh, you must mean..
- Bertrand Du Guesclin.

He is about to proclaim himself
Lord High Constable.

This is the king's plan?

King John?
How could it be?

King John of France
is a prisoner in London.

Captured by
Young Edward of England.

Of course, of course.

And when the English
are driven out, what then?

To whom should the laurels go?

Who will have saved France?

Du Guesclin.

And..

Ah, the English blokes
are hungry again.

No wonder. They get no food
at all in England.

That is the English lady
I told you of.

Lady Joan Holland.

- You know who she is?
- No.

A member of King Edward's
own court.

Mm. She takes her meals
here with you?

No, no, no,
I allow her to come down

twice a day to get her food.

More wine!

She can do with
a bit of fat on her.

I like her just as she is.

Good evening, Lady Joan.
I trust you are in good health.

Thank you.

And now,
if you will allow me..

Certainly, certainly.

But first, I wish you to meet

uh, one of the newest
of the many knights

who are flocking to our banners.

This one calls himself
the Black Knight.

I have no wish to meet
any of your mercenaries.

The children's food is getting
cold. If you be kind enough...

The English lady shouldn't speak
thus of mercenaries.

Hah! Her countrymen have
no hesitation in using them.

That is no concern of mine.

Of course not.
You'll forgive me, ma'am.

I merely wish to prolong
the conversation.

You see, a simple soldier
such as myself

has seldom a chance
to meet so fair a lady.

Thank you.

You have a way with woman,
my friend.

The French knight
sleeps soundly.

Sounder the better.

No, it's not from in there.

Perhaps one of the knights
is drunk too much.

Hey, he may have
hurt himself.

I better go and see.
You wait here.

- Who is it?
- Edward.

Oh, Edward.

Why does these men
come here for?

Don't be afraid, darling.

These are our friends.

- This is...
- Black Knight.

That's all they need to know

before I get you
safely out of here.

- Quick.
- We must leave here quickly.

Get ready. Hurry.

And no noise.

Oh.

Now, follow me.

And you, shh.
Not a sound out of you.

Come, Joan.

- Who goes there?
- A visitor!

With news for My Lord,
the Count!

Who sends you?

Bertrand Du Guesclin.

Lord High Constable of France.

Open the gate.

'No, it can't wait
till daylight.'

'Then I'll wait for Count.'

You wait here.

My Lord.

My lord!

'My Lord!'

- Well, what is it?
- There's a messenger here.

From the Lord
High Constable of France.

Constable of France?

Our waiting is over.

- Send the messenger to...
- Look here, My Lord!

- What happened here?
- I don't know, My Lord.

Somebody throttled me.

Came up from behind,
there was a body lying..

They're gone! Sound the alarm!

Sound the alarm!

You there,
tell them to bar the gates.

Search the castle.
D'Estell, double the guards.

'Guards!'

What now, My Lord?
If they find out that we...

They won't find out.

We'll join the search party.

- They're not in there.
- Search the long corridor.

'Rouse the rear guards!'

You there,
guard the other steps!

You, that way.

We must try another time,
I'll discover you now

so the Count won't suspect.

My Lord!

Here they are, My Lord.

Who planned this attempt?

I did.

I am not a fool, Lady Joan.

Who helped you, madam?

Answer me!

Guards, take them back.

And see that they
do not get out again.

Now, where is the messenger
from the Lord High Constable?

I'll find him, My Lord.

Constable?

Yes, Du Guesclin
rules us now.

Together we will drive out
every Englishman in France.

We'll teach these
dogs of English

one with the touch
of cold steel. Ha-ha-ha.

Gentlemen, hear this!

"All is ready.
Tomorrow, we march."

"Meet me with all your power
in the Varrenes.

"As you love France,
fail me not.

Du Guesclin."

For France and St. Denis!

Gentlemen, be ready
to move at daylight.

Well, my friends, soon you'll
be able to reveal your identity.

Tomorrow, you will meet
our country's greatest soldier

and Edward of England's
greatest enemy.

This, uh, Du Guesclin,
he'll recognize you, won't he?

Yes, if he sees my face.

Well, Gurd, what news for us?

I'm sorry, My Lord, none.

I've spent many days walking
through the country side.

I've searched deserted huts,
empty barns

every possible hiding place,
but not a trace

of the Prince or Sir John
anywhere.

I've talked with cottagers
and passersby

but no one set eyes of them.

What of the nearby villages?

They're overrun with
Count De Ville's soldiers.

Surely the Prince and Sir John
would keep clear them.

Who can say what that young
daredevil would or would not do?

He has Sir John to advise him.

If the Price has one of those
wild ideas of his

then dozen of Johns
will make no difference.

You've done your best, Gurd,
and we thank you.

My Lord.

But wait.

Have you friends you can trust?

Oh, yes, My Lord.

And let them know,
but under pledge of secrecy

that Prince Edward
and Sir John Chandos

escaped De Ville's ambush.

But that they've not returned
to the castle.

You must all be on the alert
for any sign of them.

And if you have news, bring it
to us here with all speed.

I will, My Lord.

Well, now, we can do
nothing but wait.

Wait?

Again, Sir Bruce, I beg you

let some of us ride out
and search

for the Prince, ourselves.

What good would it do for them?

That man knows every peasant,
every hut

every inch of the ground.

What can you do?

Except provide
a target for French arrow...

We will take no risks.
I promise you.

There's always a chance we might
be fortunate, Sir Bruce.

We have scarce enough men
to defend this castle as it is.

And De Ville may decide
to attack us.

He's not strong enough
on his own.

In any case, what do we gain
by defending this castle

if we've lost the prince?

He must be safe.
He must be.

If he is, God, he is,
but I'm on the rack

idling my time away here.

Let me go, Sir Bruce,
please!

'Let me go.'

Now, remember,
whatever happens

you must not engage
the enemy.

We can't risk an encounter
until reinforcements arrive.

We understand.

And if you should learn
anything of the prince

or Sir John,
send me word at once.

De Ville, and ready for war.

Yes, it looks like
a full-scale attack.

We better get back to the castle
and prepare for them.

But they're taking
the road to Varrenes.

To a meeting
with more rebels, perhaps.

There he is.

This is what we've waited for,
my friend.

Come.

Welcome, My Lord De Ville.
You have a goodly company.

This is a great moment
in the history of France

My Lord High Constable.

May I present,
a noble companion at arms.

One who has sworn
not to reveal his identity

until the day
the English have been defeated.

May that day come soon.

This is my aid
called the Duke of Brittany.

We will make our camp
in the fields of Valencour.

And Lord De Ville,
you will ride with me.

Ah, thank you, John.

We shan't be able to
keep this up much longer.

- De Ville asked for you again.
- What did you tell him?

Oh, that you are feeling better,
but still far from well.

We ought to get of here now,
while we still can.

No, no. Let's wait until
the camp's asleep.

- Are the horses ready?
- All ready, My Lord.

No more. You may go.

So, you actually had
Prince Edward

in an ambush, My Lord?

I unhorsed him.

The English were outnumbered,
and yet, the prince

and his best knights
got away unharmed.

It was a cruel misfortune, sir.

My plan to get him
out of the castle

worked like a charm.

The surprise attack
was perfectly timed

yet he slipped
through our fingers.

A pity, My Lord.

A great pity.

I'm still in grief.

If Edward had been
disposed off easily

you and I
will not be sharing

the battle honors tomorrow.

You've instructed
your men carefully

on the manner of the attack?

They'll be no
more...misfortunes?

You will be supported
as planned.

To the death.

I speak not only for myself
but for all my knights.

This new comer,
the man without a name..

...is it wise to give him
a pride of place

over friends of longer standing,
like Libeau?

The Black Knight
is worth ten Libeaus.

That remains to be seen.

Some more wine?

I will.

- To drown my sorrows.
- Sorrows?

It grieves you that we fight
the English tomorrow?

It's always amused you,
D'Estell

to make me out a coward.

That's got nothing
to do with it.

It's the injustice that rankles.

Ingratitude.

Whose ingratitude?

De Ville's.
Give me more wine.

- You've had enough, Libeau.
- More, I say!

Sir De Ville doesn't appreciate
you anymore, Libeau.

Hold your tongue, man.

What makes you think he doesn't?

Didn't I always ride
at De Ville's right hand?

Haven't I always
advised him honestly

instead of shouting "Yes,"
like the rest of you?

And what do I get for my place?

In my place,
rides this Black Knight.

Well, he unhorsed you once.

Yes, he unhorsed me once!

But he is yet to fight me
sword to sword.

Libeau, come back here.

'Save your venom
for the English.'

It's Libeau and D'Estell,
coming this way.

'France can have
my sword tomorrow'

'or the Black Knight's,
but not both.'

Don't be a fool, Libeau.

You know the Count won't
tolerate any fighting

especially at a time like this.

Ah! What more can he do to me?

He's already given this Black
Knight my place by his side.

- Libeau, listen to me...
- I have listened enough!

- You're drunk.
- Take your hands from me!

You can't take
any more risks, My Lord.

'If your not a coward,
come out with your sword!'

They'll be one less Frenchman
to attack us tomorrow.

Now, we'll see who will ride
to the Count's right hand.

Stop!
Put out your sword, Libeau.

- You know the orders.
- I have my pride, My Lord.

You can defend that
against the English.

A moment, My Lord.

A little entertainment on the
eve of battle is a good thing.

And if these two gentlemen
are so eager to fight

let them do so
in the proper style.

With lances and swords,
no quarter given.

As you wish, My Lord.

Arm yourselves.

The horse.

De Ville, let them begin.

Ready?

Prince Edward!

It's the Black Knight.
What news, sir?

We attack the English castle
today.

- Bring out the hostages.
- The hostages?

Yes, at once!

Bring out the English hostages!

Pardon me, sir,
but doesn't the Count wish us

to follow him in the attack
against the English?

He does not. You are charged
for the defense of the castle.

The English may attack
with another force, hurry.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Where are you taking us?

To a battle.

Why?

To frighten the English.

Hyah!

Death to the enemies of France!

Death to the enemies of France!

They haven't passed this way,
My Lord.

They will.

Keep watching.

There they are.

Fall out! Come on.
Fall out! Come on!

Philip, Ellys!

Do you recognize that knight?

The one in black armor?

No. He bares no coat of ours.

But that is the Lady Joan's
carriage.

Stand to arms!
Lower the bridge!

They're gaining!

The bridge is down.
Head straight for it.

Sir John.

The Black Knight
is the prince.

Thank God, you're safe, My Lord.

Can we go after them?

No, we'll go back to the castle.

Du Guesclin is leading
an army against us.

Du Guesclin?

He's joined forces
with De Ville.

It'll take more than our forces
to hold them at bay.

Well, My Lord, at least some
reinforcements have arrived.

- How many?
- A 150 men at arms.

And a hundred bowmen,
My Lord.

With them are more.

How strong are the French,
My Lord?

Look for yourself.

It would appear, gentleman,
our wars are not yet over.

By tomorrow's sunrise

it will be known
who shall rule in Aquitaine.

Du Guesclin or we.

If I judged Du Guesclin
correctly

he's not fool enough to think
he can take us

by storming the walls.

He may attempt
a scaling operation

but only as a diversion.

To cover his main attack,
which will be a direct drive

across the moat,
to our main gate.

In which case, Sir Philip

you will be ready
with a warm welcome.

Oh, we shall be ready,
My Lord.

Preparations are
almost complete.

John?

How's the wound?

Oh, much better, My Lord.
Thank you.

Good. Whoever dressed that
did well.

- Who was it?
- Mistress Genevieve's work.

- No, really?
- It is.

And how's the Lady Joan?

Well, My Lord, her quarters
are in the west tower.

I'd say we have
less than an hour.

Du Guesclin will probably
demand my surrender

before he attacks.

Let me know when he comes.

He's coming, My Lady.

Oh, Edward.
What.. What can I say?

I'm so deeply, deeply grateful.
I-I'm very...

Joan, please.

Don't speak of gratitude.

After all, I'm responsible
for the lives of every

man and woman in Aquitaine.

- Oh, I see.
- Wait, Joan.

Don't you know that
your personal safety

is my very, very deep concern?

- Oh.
- And always will be.

But, now..

Now, perhaps, it's too late.

It's not too late,
believe that.

We'll have our lives together.

Oh, Edward, please..

...please come back to me.

Edward, Prince of Wales.

You who call yourself
Duke of Aquitaine.

'Present yourself.'

Du Guesclin,
you who call yourself

Lord High Constable of France

here I am.

Before we take this castle
and your life..

...I call for your surrender.

Our surrender?
Ha-ha-ha!

I thought you'd come here
to offer us yours.

You see us here
drawn up before you.

Look well and consider.

We are ten men
to one of yours.

Ten French to one English?

We're fairly matched, My Lord.

Jesting fool,
you choose to die.

No, rebel,
we choose to live and fight!

England and St. George!

England and St. George!

Move up into line.

Take your post.

For France and St. Denis!

'For France and St. Denis!'

Fire, now.

Fall out!

Stay strong.

For France and St. Denis!

Philip!

Fire!

Follow!

The castle is ours!

- Light your bran.
- 'Light the bran.'

More men.

Wait!

Du Guesclin, yield!

I yield.

'Edward!'