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(MEN YELLING)

(ROARING)

(CHANTING)

(BELLOWING)

(SCREAMS)

Uther, I don't think
we can win this fight.

I know Mordred. He would accept surrender.

Hold the crown.

And hold it steady.

(GRUNTING)

(GROWLS)

(MEN CHANTING INDISTINCTLY)

Drink their blood!

War!

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(MEN YELLING)

(YELLING CONTINUES)

(ROARING AND WAILING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

BEDIVERE: Let us not forget
that before Mordred,

the Mages lived among us in harmony.

Our relationship with them
was always peaceful.

That was before they tasted power,
and produced those creatures of war.

BEDIVERE: But it was only Mordred,
not his people.

So why are
we slaughtering them, Vortigern?

BILL: Was not the Prince friendly
with the Mages at one time?

Did he not study with Mordred himself?

What are you implying?

I was sent to study with him by my father

as a token of diplomacy.

BEDIVERE: We would only seek
to remind Your Majesty

that it was a Mage, Merlin,
who gave you the great sword.

Light!

BEDIVERE: Where would we be without Merlin
and the Mages who helped him?

Where are they now?
Why do they not show themselves?

You know where they are, Lord Mercia.

- They are running for their lives!
- Enough!

Loose!

UTHER: There will be no more killings.

There will be no more purges.
Am I clear, brother?

Now leave me.

Peace?

For a while.

Have we arrived in time
to save you from each other?

UTHER: The only person
I need saving from is you.

I came for the child, not you.

UTHER: Then you'll have to
fight me for him.

My brother's not himself today.

Look after him.

I'll see you tomorrow.

(VORTIGERN BREATHING HEAVILY)

Are the men ready?

Yes, they are.

Are you sure about this, my Lord?

Listen to me, woman.
I need you to do as I tell you.

What's going on?

UTHER: I need to get you and the boy
away from here.

And I'll join you as soon as I can.

IGRAINE: I'm scared, Uther.

UTHER: I have the sword. Hurry.

How do you know of this place, my love?

You must tell me where we're going.

Why do you not answer me?

(DISTANT CLAMORING)

(MEN YELLING)

Tell me what we're doing down here.

(BELL TOLLS)

My darling, tell me what it is.

Tell me what it is,
and I'll make it stop.

It's okay.

(GASPS)

(GROANS)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(YELLING)

(SOBBING)

(BELL TOLLING)

(VORTIGERN WAILING)

Untie the skiff.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

ALL: (CHANTING) King Vortigern!

Move!

(GRUNTING)

Hey!

- Come here!
- (COUGHS)

(MAN YELLING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

Come on! Come on!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

- UTHER: Run, son!
- (GASPS)

(PANTING)

- (MEN CLAMORING)
- Step aside for the king.

Get them back to work.

Sire.

Sergeant! Get them under manners!

(BELL TOLLING)

(WATER BUBBLING)

SYREN 1: Still so handsome, my king.

Why has the water dropped?

Why does the sword reveal itself now?

I'm not ready, the tower is not complete.

As your power increases, so, too,
do the forces that will oppose you.

Balance is a law
that cannot be transgressed.

The born king will come.

It is inevitable.

We had a deal.

When the blood of a loved one
is spilt in these waters,

my desire must be met.

SYREN 1: There is no ambiguity, my Lord.

We kept our side of the covenant.

It was you who lost the boy,
and the sword.

Have I not sacrificed enough?

And have you not felt your power increase?

With every kingdom conquered,
with every level added to your tower.

When it is capped
with the silver from Gaul,

you will have what you wanted.

SYREN 1: Find the boy.

Kill him.

And the sword will answer only to you.

If you desire further help,

you know the price.

ARTHUR: Bumped into
the Vikings this morning.

They insisted I give you this

with their deepest apologies.

Get yourself well.

This wasn't your responsibility, Arthur.

Don't be silly.

You girls have looked after me for
a lot longer than I've looked after you.

I owe you everything.

(CHUCKLES)

What's so funny?

I just wanna know
how you get money out of Vikings.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

You ask them for it.

BLACKLEG: Open the door!
ARTHUR: Hey.

BLACKLEG: Open in the name of the king!

Open it.

(BANGING CONTINUES)

Yes, gentlemen?

A turner come down this way.
We're searching all houses.

Whoa. Slow down, new boy,
before you trip up.

What did you say?

I'm gonna take your hands for that.

Sergeant!

What did I tell you
about this establishment?

He touched me, sir.

Well, you should count yourself lucky.

Most people have to pay for that.

Now take your terriers and get out!

Jack's Eye.

What did he want in here?

JACK: Resistance are on the move again.

Hit a branding barge upriver.

Anyone in the house you don't know?

Well, I'm not sure, Jack.
People come and go.

But we don't fall that side.

Ah, well, that's as may be.

Well, they fall where they fall.

This "born king" bollocks isn't good
for anyone.

Mind if I take a look?

He's bleeding.

Took an arrow on the way out.

What would happen to a man
who hits the king's barge upriver?

JACK: Well, you know what would happen.

And it doesn't happen quickly.

What would happen to the people
harboring such a man?

Well, they get treated the same
as the man they hide.

Would they, now?

Not sure you're too welcome here, mate.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

You're in safe hands now,
no need to worry.

In the back room, now.

What's this all about, Jack?
What's it got to do with us?

Do you have any idea who that man is?

For a man who's so popular,
I'm surprised I don't.

Goosefat Bill.

I know who he is. He got that moniker

'cause he keeps slipping out
from the bars you keep putting him behind.

He was found in this establishment,
and that doesn't look good for you.

What's going on?

What's going on where?

You've got some heat on you, Arthur.
Your name keeps coming up.

In what circles?

My mum's sewing circle.

I'm a Blackleg sergeant, stupid.
What circles do you think?

Now, tell me a story
about a girl called Lucy,

a Viking called Greybeard,

and some rebel graffiti
dirtying these walls.

Are you writing a book?

Tell me. Every detail.

We had a quiet word
with a couple of Vikings.

- (MEN CLAMORING)
- Get back! Back!

I said from the beginning,
the very beginning.

I woke up.

Then?

Well, then I got dressed.

I went downstairs, I saw the girls.
Lucy was missing.

Where's Lucy?

- She's a good girl.
- A nice girl.

- She works here.
- Then?

- (WHISTLES)
- ARTHUR: Then me and the lads

took care of a bit of business.

Bit of housekeeping.

Everything as it should be?

That's the spoil from the boats.

- Then?
- ARTHUR: Then we heard...

George had trouble again last night.

All right, meet me out the front.

Which George? King George? Angry George?

George of the Dragon?
Be clear, Arthur.

- Which George?
- Our George.

Chinese George, Kung-Fu George.

- George?
- Art.

- We heard he'd had some trouble with the--
- Vikings.

Well, none of them are house-trained.

- I thought you'd warned them.
- I did.

They don't speak English good.

They speak it better than you.

JACK: Hold up, hold up. Back up.

Are you sure you didn't see someone else
before you saw George?

Morning, Art.

(CLAPS) We saw Mike.

All right, Mike.

Mike the Spike? Kosher Mike? Which Mike?

You're giving me a headache.

Flat-Nose Mike.

He was trafficking furs through
our vicinity without paying a commission.

That's quite a load,
bit bigger than usual.

Yeah, changed last minute.
Just landed on me.

More is better than less.

More is always better than less, Mike.

More's definitely better than less, Mike.
You've had a result.

I'm sorry, Art. It won't happen again.
I promise.

You're all right, Mike.

Why have enemies
when you can have friends?

- Where'd you put the money?
- What money?

- Money?
- What money?

Did you hide it
with the rest of your coffers?

You're all over the place. You can't keep
your questions in a straight line.

I'm trying to tell a story here
and you keep interrupting.

Anyway, I don't have any coffers.

Once you've taken your share,

and I've looked after the weak and needy,
I'm left broke.

Mike and the furs.

So we're back to that story,
are we now, Jack?

- What are you doing, Mike?
- Sharing the wealth.

Don't pass it to me, Mike.
It doesn't work like that.

Give it to Wet Stick.

I'm Back Lack.
What are you giving it to me for?

What was I thinking?

Don't upset the boss, Mike.
He doesn't handle the money.

Sorry, it's been a long day.

It's first thing in the morning, Mike.

- Did he pay?
- ARTHUR: 'Course he paid.

He's a good boy, that Mike.

Buy some lessons in street etiquette
with the change.

- Change?
- BACK LACK: There's no change, Mike.

- WET STICK: See you later, Mike.
- Cheers, Mike!

(GROANS)

What is this about, Jack?

Rebel graffiti. A young boy.

Your boy. Blue Boy.

And he's a good boy.

Oi! What are you lot doing?

Don't start getting the wrong end
of the stick, Jack.

He's an upstanding citizen.

I think I found something
that belongs to you, Lack.

What you doing, boy?

He's coming back.

Who's coming back?

The born king.

Yeah, and when he does,
he'll spank your arse.

Now, let's get your hands clean
while you still got some.

He'll cut 'em off and have you in chains.

If we can catch you, they can catch you.

If you can catch him, so can we.

Should we go back to George,
and the trouble with the--

- Vikings.
- So what happened?

Started throwing their weight about,

and then Lucy got the worst of it.

- Come again, George?
- They hurt Lucy.

- My Lucy?
- WET STICK: That can't happen, Jack.

That can never happen, Jack.

You see, she's a friend of mine.

So you're gonna have to sort her out.

They'd been warned. They had to pay.

How'd you get money from a Viking?

I feel a joke coming on here.

You ask him for it.

- You're paying and then you're leaving.
- (SPEAKING NORWEGIAN)

Nobody's talking to you, sweetheart.

You sit there and be quiet.
You are better at that...

Or I'll have to put an arrow
through your lard-loving thigh.

(LAUGHS AND SCREAMS)

You were unarmed. You just walked
in there and asked them for it?

That's right, Jack,
and they gave it to me.

They were trying on furs.
The same furs, as it happens,

that Flat-Nose Mike tried to hide from us.

More is always better than less, Mike.

Old Greybeard banged on for a bit.

I got 50 seasoned men of war.

You could shave a pig on the edge
of our blades.

If you were unarmed, where'd you find
the blade to put to his throat?

Well, I borrowed it
from his big, silly mate

after Back Lack put an arrow
through his lard-loving thigh.

- (SCREAMING)
- (MEN CLAMORING)

Get back!

That's your story, Jack.

I am leaving.

But I'm leaving with a year's wages.

Old Greybeard surrendered his dignity.

Lucy got a year's worth of wages.

And the rebel graffiti exists no more

because of the law-abiding,
proactive Blue Boy and his fun-loving dad.

And then,

they all lived happily ever after.

No, they didn't, Arthur.

Because for the first time,
there's something you don't know.

Something nobody told you.

And that is?

They're under the protection of the king.

And once you're under the protection
of the king, I can't help you.

Nobody can.

They're not gonna bother about me.

VORTIGERN: Where do we stand, Mercia?

We're down to the last men
of the right age,

- and still no one has pulled the sword.
- (BIRD COOING)

Now put the bird back
in the aviary, Catia.

There's a general restlessness
among the people.

More incidents. More graffiti.

I beg your pardon, Your Majesty.

- If I'd known--
- Come here.

I want your opinion.

Maggie represents the people.

She's from one of the oldest families
in England.

She can tell us.

Sire.

Do the people love me?

I love Your Majesty,

and if I represent the people,
then you have your answer.

Bring us something to eat.

MERCIA: Even I am left to wonder

if we are pushing them too far.

Finish the tower.

Everything else will be academic.

Thank you, Maggie.

- (BELL TOLLING)
- (MEN CHATTERING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

BACK LACK: Wake up!

WOMAN: (WHISPERING) You must control it.

(INAUDIBLE)

Wake up! Listen!

You need to get out of here, now!

What are you doing, Lack?

Jack's Eye was telling the truth.
Those red beards are connected.

So, what? So are we.

No, you don't understand.

The Blacklegs are coming.

And when they get here,
they're gonna make an example out of you.

You gotta go now.

And you can't use the front door.
Get out the window.

- (DOG BARKING)
- They're here, move!

Open the door!

Oi, you two, in the back!

Kick the door down!

- Hey!
- (WOMEN SCREAMING)

- Are you ready?
- MAN: Yeah, of course.

Here we go.

All right, fellas?

Hello, boy.
What are you doing out at this time?

I work on the boats, sir.
Out on the first tide.

The boats, eh? What's in the bag?

And you're about the right age.

Show us your brand.

Have you not been tested?

I'm always at sea, sir.
Haven't had the chance.

Well, that's about to change now.

You're going on a boat, all right.
Just not the one you think.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

SOLDIER 1: Come on then, get off!
SOLDIER 2: Single file!

SOLDIER 3: Come on, get 'em off.

SOLDIER 2: Get your brand, get your drink,
then back on the barge!

SOLDIER 1: Move!

SOLDIER 3: Move it! Come on! Move!

BLACKLEG: Keep coming!

SOLDIER: Move it!

What's all that about?

Guess that's what you get
when you don't pay up.

Taking the kids now.

ARTHUR: What's he got them
all penned up out here for?

Well, when you see the king,
why don't you ask him?

SOLDIER: Hurry up!

Move along!

(GRUNTING)

What was that?

God save the king.

Bollocks. Excuse me, mate.

Oi.

Leave it.

Excuse me. Behind you, pal.

Here, mind your back.

Oi, pal, there's a line here.

John.

All right, pal.

As you were, mate.

All right, where do you want me?

Trigger, I think we got one here.

TRIGGER: Bouncing on my knee.

Where do you think I want you?
Hands on the hilt, stupid.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(SEARING)

(BARKING)

TRIGGER: Oi, both hands.

I said, both hands.

Right, ten digits

round the blunt bit. Give it a tug.

Left foot, right foot.

Collect your brand.

Back on the barge.

(HORSE GRUNTS)

(RUMBLING)

(WHINNYING)

(YELLING)

VORTIGERN: That's everything
you know about him?

MERCIA: His people were quick
to disappear.

We got what information we could.

Got a lot of fingers in a lot of pies.

Blacklegs in his pockets, too.

I'll deal with this.

My king...

Carefully.

So you're Uther's son.

Not only did you survive in the gutter,

you blossomed out of manure.

You've got the wrong man, sire.

I was born in a brothel,
on a bridge in Londinium.

The sword can only be drawn
by Uther Pendragon

or his direct heir.

You felt it, didn't you?

The power.

That's what put you out.

You just don't know how to control it.

I'm nothing but the bastard son
of a prostitute.

You and I have a lot more
in common than you think.

It's not just the same blood we share

but also the same interests.

We both developed a palate for power.

I've never had any power.

Or any desire to achieve it.

Sire,

I could simply drift away,

never to be seen again.

As much as I'd like to believe you,
your character makes that unlikely.

While you were asleep,

we've been busy.

I know what kind of a man you are.

I know your story.

And, I've seen your coffers.

Your achievements

now stand

as your prosecution.

What kind of a man would you have become,

had you inherited your father's kingdom

and all its advantages

instead of being raised in a brothel?

What gave you such drive?

Hmm.

So, what happens now?

You know what happens now.

You're quickly becoming a legend.

Someone here to see you.

Mmm-hmm.

I think you need to see her.

Do you know who I am?

I know who you are, Mage.

I've seen you in my dreams.

You've been sent by Merlin.

Then you know why I am here.

So, you will be his guide.

And you will help me.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Bring him here.

There's a crowd of thousands out there.

They've come to see you
more than they've come to see me.

VORTIGERN: I will show them power.

I will show them strength

and dignity.

You will show them lies, weakness,

and shame.

Hail, King Vortigern!

SOLDIERS: King Vortigern!

VORTIGERN: They may have come for you,

but they will leave

and will leave with
a lasting impression of me.

They may even hate me.

I'll let them hate

just so long as they fear.

When people fear you,

I mean, really fear you,

it is the most

intoxicating sensation

a man can possess.

A force of something almost indescribable
moves through your blood

and takes you over completely.

ALL: (CHANTING) King Vortigern!
King Vortigern! King Vortigern!

I understand that your actions
were very noble,

of defending this whore's honor.

How unfortunate it was at the expense
of my Viking guests.

ALL: King Vortigern! King Vortigern!
King Vortigern!

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

(CHANTING STOPS)

Behold, your born king.

Behold the man
who pulled sword from stone.

You wanted a prophecy.

This is your prophecy.

Now tell us, king,

what do you have to say?

VORTIGERN: When your head rolls to me,

the legend you've fast become
will just as quickly...

Here are your people.

...add to the reverence of my name.

And for this,

I salute you.

- No!
- (WOMEN SCREAMING)

- MERCIA: If you're the king...
- No!

...declare yourself.

VORTIGERN: The rest of them will follow

unless you do what needs to be done.

Do we understand each other?

MERCIA: If you are lost for words,

then let the sword speak for you.

Take it!

And show the people
the power of Excalibur.

I said, take it, king.

Raise that sword!

I thought not.

This man

cannot be allowed to bring discord

to our flourishing nation.

MAN 1: You're not the king!

MAN 2: Off with his head!

MAN 1: You're no king!

(EAGLE SCREECHES)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(HORSES NEIGHING)

(CROWD CLAMORING)

(BARKING)

Protect the king!

- Protect the king!
- Come.

(EXHALES)

(BARKING)

- (ALL SCREAMING)
- (CROWD CLAMORING)

(MEN GRUNTING)

- Come on!
- Move! Move!

Get the sword! Get after him!

- (SNARLING)
- MISCHIEF JOHN: The sword!

Move!

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(YELLS)

Come on. Move!

Come on!

Now!

(ARROWS WHIZZING)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

ARTHUR: Someone gonna tell me
where we're going?

No.

(SIGHS)

So what is it you're looking at, then?

Are you falling for me
like I'm falling for you?

We wanna be careful.

- (YELLS)
- (WHINNIES)

That's a neat trick.

You'll have to teach me how to do that.

Put him back on his horse.

(EAGLE CALLS)

Oh, hello.

It's quite dangerous
being one of you lot, isn't it?

You're good with animals, aren't you?

They have a word for that, don't they?

"Mage."

I thought your team was outlawed.

Never met one of you in the flesh.

I thought you'd be taller.

And have a beard.

You do know I can see through this?

Trees everywhere.

Hang that up.

Don't want it getting creased.

So, you're the chap
that turned in Goosefat Bill.

Unlike you,
he chose the wrong place to hide.

You know he was the third most wanted man
on the Blackleg's list?

They've been trying to catch him
for some time.

Like I said, your man chose
the wrong place to hide.

So it seems.

I was wondering what happened to you.

I told you, you were in safe hands.

You've made quite a celebrity of yourself
among the Blackleg ranks.

You've done very nicely
on the back of your cozy relationship

with your kingsmen.

You know, I'm a little old
for finger-wagging and speeches.

So, unless you're my dad,
which, I believe, is unlikely,

can you just get around to telling me
exactly what it is you want?

What is it that you want?

I want to get my arse out of here

and see what's left of my life
and the people in it.

But you're not gonna let me do that,
are you?

And why aren't we?

You just lost two men.

(GRUNTING AND YELLING)

But you were prepared to lose five
to save this pretty neck.

- Do I know you?
- You will in a minute.

Put your hands out.

I don't think so, mate.

So I'm not going anywhere, am I?

Where exactly were you thinking of going?

You have no more home.
It was razed days ago.

You've no more life to go back to.

Like it or not, this is your lot.

And even we don't like you.

Do we, Goosefat?

But what we are interested in

is what you can do with this sword.

Why don't you leave him with me
for a minute or two, boss?

Put your ring back on, honey tits.

You haven't had enough porridge
this morning to talk like that.

And if you like that sword so much,
Your Lordship,

you can keep it

to peel your grapes.

Now that would've hurt a lot more

if I left the ring on.

I see what you're doing.

You're trying to get me to do something
razzle-dazzle with that sword.

I'm gonna tell you right now,

I'm not gettin' drawn into this mess.

And there's an army of you.

There's only one of me.

I haven't had a fight for years.

And I'll talk.

I'm happy to talk.

But there is no way

that I am fighting.

- (GAGS)
- (GROANS)

- (GRUNTS)
- (GROANS LOUDLY)

(GROANS)

(SPITS)

(GRUNTING)

Is that it?

UTHER: Run, son!

(EXHALES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GROWLS)

UTHER: Wait here, son.

Run, son!

- (GASPS)
- (EXHALES)

You are resisting the sword.

The sword isn't resisting you.

It should be clear by now

that whatever it is that you
and your friends think you want from me,

I am not it.

- Not yet.
- Not ever!

What do you see when you hold the sword?

It is something
you've seen before, isn't it?

Long before you ever touched the sword.

You don't sleep well, do you?

What if you could make the dreams go away?

You know what we have to do.

In order for him to control Excalibur,

he needs to go to the Darklands.

That's not happening.

Welcome to the Darklands.

That's the Darklands?

That's the entrance.

He needs to take the sword to the tower.

You must touch the sword
to the altar stone.

(THUNDER CRACKING)

Gonna miss me.

- Give me another way.
- There's no other way.

And he has to go alone.

(EAGLE SCREECHES)

He can't survive the Darklands alone.

(HISSING)

- Are you scared?
- I think I can manage.

You should be scared.

(SCREECHING)

(GRUNTING)

(SNARLING)

(GROANS)

That's what all the fuss is about?

(YELLING)

(SNARLING)

Don't worry, you'll soon understand
what all the fuss is about.

(YELLING)

You don't want all of him to survive.
That's the point.

You have to break his old self completely.
Wear him down.

You want him to think big?

(SNARLS)

Give him something big to think about.

(WHIMPERS)

You're playing with fire, Mage.

And I'm not killing the king
before he's even become one.

(GROWLING)

(GASPS)

Wait here, son.

No!

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Run, son!

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(YELLS)

(DOCK CREAKING)

(GRUNTS)

THE MAGE: Did you see
everything you needed to see?

ARTHUR: I saw enough.

The Mage Tower.

It's the same as the one at Camelot.

The higher Vortigern builds it,
the more powerful he becomes.

And when it is finished,
he will have the same power of Mordred.

That is why the sword
has revealed itself now.

Where there's poison, there's a remedy.

What happened to your people?

They were murdered by your uncle.

It was Vortigern who started the wars.

He was jealous of your father's throne.

So he made a deal with Mordred

that they would share power

once he defeated your father.

Mordred murdered the Mage King

and took his staff to their sacred tower,

where he unlocked the dark forces
of their union.

(ROARING)

But what they didn't account for
was the sword.

Merlin stole his staff.

He then forged the great sword, Excalibur,

and destroyed the ancient tower.

The sword was then passed
to the Lady of the Lake,

who bound it to the Pendragon bloodline.

Now,

the sword is yours.

MERCIA: It seems his people
have been found by the Resistance.

You have 10,000 men under your command

for the purpose of maintaining
public order.

Informants have been incentivized.

- Mercia--
- Our garrisons are patrolling the roads

and searching every town.

- It's only a matter of time, Your Majesty.
- Mercia.

The Resistance have never posed
any real threat.

Mercia!

Just do your fucking job.

Find him.

Smaller than I thought it'd be.

ARTHUR: It's all yours, son.

I warn you, it's got quite a bite.

What they done back home?

You really wanna know?

Go on.

It's all gone.

They torched the lot.

I said, go on.

You should be flattered, mate.

Even Mercia left the castle
to look for you and that sword.

Jack's Eye turned.

Gave 'em a list of everything you valued.

They slaughtered half the neighborhood.

Mischief John got busy.

Personally burned down the bridge.

It was quite a party.

Shall I continue?

What about the rest of the team?

Most of the girls are with us,

but the rest of the crew pretty much
got gist of your popularity

and made themselves scarce.

Blue, go get us something to drink.

Come on, boss. I'm one of the crew.

BACK LACK: Blue!

I'm all right!

I'm gonna kill him.

This lot have been trying to do it
for years.

They'd love to hear you say that.

They've waited a long time to see
a man pull this sword.

I'm not doing this for them.

Wet Stick,

meet Percival.

Rubio, meet Back Lack.

Sir Bedivere,

who runs this aristocratic family
of cave dwellers,

meet Blue, son of Back Lack.

The infamous Goosefat Bill

needs no introduction.

So,

you think you can take down Vortigern?

There are 12 barons.

These represent the old families
of England.

Between them, they can rustle up
12,000 warriors.

In order to stand a chance, we are going
to need at least some of their support.

We can arrange a meeting
with six of those families--

ARTHUR: Let me stop you there.

If I may,

allow me to run you
through the proceedings

as I think they will unfold.

They'll start by telling us...

BARON 1: If you're intending to galvanize
the people of this country

against the current king,

there has to be a realistic strategy.

Strategy requires leadership.

Then they'll bang on for a while
about how clever and educated they are.

In the art of war, diplomacy,
and chivalry.

And how under qualified I am.

Is it not true that this man
was raised in a brothel

and has no formal education of any kind?

Then they'll start takin' the piss.

And what are we to be called, Bedivere?

"Knights of the Bordello"?

(LAUGHING)

- Or "The Ladies of the Knight."
- (CONTINUE LAUGHING)

Have you finished?

I'm gonna have to pull 'em on it.

I'm glad you've got a sense of humor.

'Cause you're gonna need it.

I'm gonna be forced to tell them...

There's not a bollock between you.

At which point, Bedivere,

you're gonna get very angry,
and tell me off.

You'll say something along the lines of,

"What were you gonna do

"if they wanted to fight?"
And I'm gonna say,

"I was never gonna fight."

And you're gonna say,
"Well, what was gonna happen?"

And I was gonna say,
"That's what you're here for, Bedivere,"

"you big, silly, posh bastard."

You want Vortigern to stick his neck out

and get him to Londinium?

You need to tease it out.

You don't need 12,000 fighting men
for that.

What you need is this little rabble.

Okay, so how's that gonna work?

If I'm moving too fast for you, Bedivere,
you can let yourself out the side door.

You seem to have found your way
very quickly.

Now, come on, kid. You're cooking dinner.

What is it that Vortigern cares about
most in the world?

ALL: Killing you.

Apart from that.

ALL: Getting the sword.

Could someone help me out here, please?

- Finishing his tower.
- ARTHUR: So what do we do about it?

RUBIO: Sink his barges carrying his supply
of stone. Block up the river.

Chaps, wouldn't it be easier
just to go through the side?

See? That's the problem with an education.

It gets in the way.

These boats are made out of seasoned oak.

They're uncrackable.

So you need to go through the deck
to get to the keel.

No, you need to go through the bulkhead
to get to the stern.

What are you doing?

You're wasting your time.

I've told you they're uncrackable.

ARTHUR: See, Wet Stick, Back Lack?

That's what an education gets ya.

My sincere apologies, Your Majesty.

The stone barges have been sunk,
and they've blocked the river.

What else? Come on, more ideas.

Interrupt his supply of slaves.

ARTHUR: Excellent.
How are we gonna do that?

We know their transportation routes.

Oof! Now we're warmin' up.

- (CLICKS TONGUE)
- (MEN GRUNTING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(CHILDREN YELLING)

Come on, ideas.

Burn his favorite palace down.

How you gonna do that, then?

I know the man that supplies brandy
to the palace.

Shipment first of the month.

All right, Dan. Wine or brandy?

- Brandy.
- Open the doors.

What a waste of brandy.

But doesn't it make the palace burn well?

MERCIA: 10,000 boys. All under 12 years.

Young enough to forget their families,
and to have no other loyalty than to you.

Plus, 5,000 more each year

for as long as you grant us passage
through your seas.

The north is ours?

That is our agreement.

(SIGHS)

Is there a problem?

There are rumors, Great King.

Even across the seas,

we have heard the legend of the sword,

of a king

other than yourself.

I would be doing my own king a disservice

if I did not ask this question.

Are the boys yours to give?

Do you really consider your faith
better served by a rumor?

Or by the word of the
conqueror of this island

with an army of 100,000 souls
behind his sword?

I meant no disrespect, Great King.

You asked to see me, Father?

We need the support of all the barons.

Set a meeting in Londinium.

For the six we doubt.

Whatever it takes to hunt him down.

I still can't control it.

Pick it up.

You pick it up.

Pick it up with both hands.

Did you see everything you needed to see?

Where?

In the Darklands.

Did you look away?

You want to know
why you still can't use it.

Why don't you tell me?

I think you know the answer.

You will face it
when it's worth it to you.

Don't get me wrong, I look away.

We all look away.

But that is the difference
between a man and a king.

Maggie!

I thought we agreed
that you'd never come here.

You need to hear this.

Vortigern is making a visit to Londinium
to meet with the barons.

- He will travel by barge.
- When?

- Three days from now.
- Hmm.

Looks like your plan worked.

You need to be careful.

His power is increasing.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

BILL: The building's right.
The angle's right.

Three exits from which to leave the city.

A vantage point over the whole dock
and most of the town.

It's a 50-yard shot. I can do that easily.
What's the problem?

Tell him.

Tell you what the problem is, mate.

When you say the building's right,
I know the man that owns that building.

And he's not interested
in letting anyone in.

How do you feel about
a rooftop king assassination?

- My roof?
- Yeah.

And least of all the king's assassins
that he'll have to hang for.

- I'd hang?
- Probably.

The three exits are actually only one.

'Cause once the alarm arrow's fired,

the gates will be shut
within two minutes,

and they're six minutes away by foot.

Unless you can run like
a Neapolitan stallion, I'd forget them.

So, you have one exit remaining.

And that has a tavern 20 yards from it.

There's always more Blacklegs
in the Two Hot Cocks

than there are rats on the street.

Why don't you use the other building?
The one back here?

Because it's 175 yards away.

BEDIVERE: And how far
can you shoot, Back Lack?

Accurately? 75.

BEDIVERE: Bill?

(MUMBLES) 175.

Same as--

No, he said, "175."

(CHUCKLES) All right, mate,
of course you can.

That's about 175 yards, isn't it?

Well, he was supposed to signal.

Can't see him.

Well, we can't see them.

- And they can't see us.
- (ARROW WHIZZING)

Hey!

Maybe they thought that was luck.

That could've killed us.

- (BACK LACK YELLING INDISTINCTLY)
- They scream like girls, your friends.

Bill?

The wolf at the head of the pack.

BEDIVERE: Goosefat,

everything all right?

- Goosefat!
- Mmm.

Is there something I should know here?

Those two have a history.

Well, whatever it is,
that's not what we're here for.

- Is it, Goosefat?
- Mmm.

They've arrived.

Maggie, I now realize what an important
member of my household you are.

- Your Majesty--
- I haven't finished.

Sit down.

Till recently,

I didn't recognize what a powerful tool
you can be in the right hands.

I thought you were simply a pawn.

Turns out
you're a far more significant piece.

And it would be witless of me

not to use that to my advantage,

given how effectively
you've been used against me.

(TRUMPET SOUNDING)

MAN: Hail to the king!

There's the king.

ARTHUR: Something doesn't smell right.

This is too easy.

Wait. Wait, wait. Don't fire.

- Why not?
- Something doesn't smell right.

It smells as right
as it's ever going to smell.

Come on, he's right there.

Bill! Get on with it!

- It's a trap.
- How would he know?

Don't know. Maggie.

Maybe he knows she's working for us.

I am telling you. That is not the king.

Stop looking around and look at me.

I'm a target, aren't I?

God help us. They've sent me a buffoon.

You are a cunning old bastard, Vortigern.

But what you fail to understand

is that it's you who's fed the hangman
that will eventually come for you.

You're right, that's not Vortigern.

But at least Mercia's here.

Goosefat.

What have you done?
You can't shoot if it's a trap!

They'll never know where that came from.

BEDIVERE: You missed him anyway.

I didn't miss anyone.

Arrow!

(ALL CLAMORING)

(ARROW WHIZZING)

What are you doing?
They're not targets at a fair!

That was Clarendon. He earned that.

MAGGIE: You might survive today.

But the noose has been tied.

BEDIVERE: We need to go. Now!

Now. We need to go now.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Put your arms up.

BLACKLEG 1: Hello, boys. Wait, wait.

BLACKLEG 2: Hey, hey, hey.
Where are you going? Stop.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Oi! Oi!

BLACKLEG 3: Sarge!

BLACKLEG 4: Hey! Stop!

(WHISTLES)

Fuck me.

(EXPLOSION)

Let's go!

- I'm holding you up. Go on without me.
- No, Lack, come on. Let's go.

- No, I'll see you at the safe house.
- I'm not leaving you!

Just go!

There they are!

Move!

(NEIGHING)

This way, this way.

Let's go!

Move! Move! Move!

Move!

- Move!
- Move!

(YELLS)

BLACKLEG: Get out of the way!

ARTHUR: Left! Go left!

Over here!

(GRUNTS)

Argh!

(ALL GRUNTING AND YELLING)

Hey. Here.

In here. This way!

(WOMAN SHRIEKS)

(ALL PANTING)

(GROANS)

We can't stay here.

Where's Lack?

- He's making his own way.
- All right.

- How's Rubio?
- He's leaking, but he'll live.

We need to get to the old bathhouse.

If I go down, you follow him.

If he goes down, you follow me.

Come on.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(ALL YELLING AND GRUNTING)

ARTHUR: There's too many. This way!

Come on!

Come on, guys!

(GROANS)

Can you make it?

I can make it, no problem.

Over here!

Hey! Come on!

(EXPLOSION BOOMS)

- Rubio!
- Come back!

Rubio!

Come on!

They need your help.

Lock the door, George.

Get the lads out the back door, George.

It's not gonna happen, boss.

They hate the Blackleg and love a fight.

There's too many of them.

It's not gonna happen.
They live for this.

They're gonna die, George!

They trained their whole lives for this.

(GRUNTS)

(CAWING)

- Go on.
- Let go. Let go.

Come on! Move!

- Fight!
- Second rank!

You two, down here.
It's a straight run to the river.

You go first.

We don't have time to argue, Bill.

Some of us will make it out in time.
Some of us won't.

Well, better some than none!

You go first.

Mike! Get down the hole.

Mike, get down the hole.

Don't like rats, boss.

Dell.

Scared of the dark.

Really?

George, will you tell them?

Sorry, boss.

Weapons!

(CROWS CAWING)

You silly bastards.

Determined to die. Shit.

- CAPTAIN: On my command!
- (GRUNTS)

(ALL YELLING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

- (METAL CLANGING)
- (MEN EXCLAIMING)

(PANTING)

I'm going down the hole now.

BILL: After you.

Blue. Blue. Where you been, mate?

Where's my dad?

We got split up, but he knows his way.

- I've gotta find him.
- Wait, Blue.

Your dad knows what he's doing.
He'll be back before you know it, mate.

ARTHUR: Wet Stick.

Blue! Blue! Blue!

(SOLDIERS CLAMORING)

Come on, boys! Search them dwellings now!

Get through them doors!

It's not gonna be easy
getting out of here now.

You can't stay here long.
Nowhere in the city is safe.

BEDIVERE: The boat's ready.

What about Back Lack and Blue, Art?

We'll wait until dark.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

BLUE: Where you been, Dad?

Catching me breath.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I'm all right.

Just got to get to the safe house.

Can you make it?

I love you, mate.

Come on, let's get going.

Run!

(CROWD CLAMORING)

MAN: Down with Vortigern!

- (HORSE WHINNIES)
- (BARKING)

THE MAGE: It seems as though
you found a way to use the sword.

ARTHUR: I wasn't controlling it.

Here.

It was controlling me.

I can't even remember what happened.

I can.

Thank you.

(CROWD CLAMORING)

Something's happening, you know?

Certainly sounds like it.

THE MAGE: People have seen
what you can do.

You're no longer a myth.

You're starting to mean something.

That wasn't the intention.

THE MAGE: They are fighting in your name.

I don't wanna wear that.

(DOOR OPENS)

Is that you, Blue?

BLUE: Yes, boss!

Did you find your father?

He's found him!

Ah!

(HORSE WHINNIES)

We need to get you out of here.

WET STICK: Let's get your arse
on that boat, Lack.

There's a good fog to cover our tracks.

Come on.

I'll need a little breather.

Here, load everyone else up
and come back for me.

No, I'll stay with you.

No, you won't. Give 'em a hand.

I'll be all right, mate.

Just give me a minute.

Come on, Blue.

You carry this.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, Blue.

(DOOR OPENS)

MISCHIEF JOHN: Evenin'.

Pardon the intrusion.

(BACK LACK PANTING)

Our dog was very keen to lead us here.

Come on.

BLACKLEG: Shall I pick him up, Sarge?

No, follow him.

VORTIGERN: The blood he followed
was from a man

who killed one of my sergeants today.

A man who fled the scene
of an assassination attempt

on me.

On me, no less.

You wouldn't happen to know
where that man is, would you?

BLUE: I can't.

Get in the boat, Blue. I'll get your dad.

I can't leave him!

BACK LACK: Have a look
at this situation, would ya?

The king of all England himself

has made the effort to visit a commoner.

A man from nowhere,

and today, my last day.

You look well,

and I feel poor.

But who would I rather be?

What do you want, kid?

Who's this young man?

I'm the cleaner, sir.

Who's he to you?

Never seen him before.

I usually come in later, you know,
do the dishes when they're all gone.

Is that the truth?

Yes, sir. I'd never lie to a Blackleg.

(CHUCKLES) Good boy.

So you don't know him?

No, sir.

Then you wouldn't mind
if I cut his ears off?

BLUE: They're not my ears.
Do what you want with them.

(MISCHIEF JOHN CHUCKLES)

No!

(SIGHS) Always wanted a boy.

- Argh!
- You bastard!

Leave him alone!

Now I repeat,

where's your friend?

Let him go.

Let him go.

Take the boy and-- (GAGS)

No!

No!

(ALL CLAMORING)

- (BARKING)
- Crush the Resistance tonight!

Archers!

(MAN YELLING)

(SCREAMING)

(INAUDIBLE)

LADY OF THE LAKE: Let me show you

what your uncle will do

if you do not accept

this sword.

(SCREAMS ECHOING)

Only you can prevent this.

He must be met

where sword meets tower.

Trust the Mage.

Take it.

(YELLING)

Apparently you have something to tell me.

I suppose you wanna know
what happened to me.

I don't wanna push you, but...

George?

Riots are spreading.

Not just in Londinium.
Across the whole country.

People are fighting for you.

If there was ever a chance, it's now.

It's not going to last.

But, like he said,
we're not going to push you.

I'm ready.

We're gonna take the castle.

And we're going in the front door.

George, I need you to go to Londinium,
gather the lads.

Where's the Mage?

She's back at the cave.

All right.

BEDIVERE: Now, when you say
we're going to take the castle,

what does that mean?

I thought you said
you weren't gonna push me.

Come on, lads. Chop, chop.

ARTHUR: Blue!

Blue!

- Blue!
- MISCHIEF JOHN: Hello!

You took your time getting here.

(GROANS)

I'm not gonna hear the end of this
from my wife.

It was my turn to cook tonight.

I've been sent by His Majesty
to deliver a message.

Let's think...

"Be at the castle before dark"

"if you wanna see the girl and the boy"

"alive."

I would love to stay and chat,

but you do understand the situation

between me and my wife.

Anything that you do to me

will be repaid 10 times in kind.

Now, you're a big man.

Now, let's see you move.

Evening.

So, where is he?

He's a day's ride from here.

As soon as she's safe, he will come.

He poses no threat to you
without the sword.

VORTIGERN: Tomorrow.

I don't have to remind you
of what will happen if he doesn't come.

I'll start with the little boy.

Now, take the girl and go.

This venom will induce
that which is hidden from you.

It will show you things
you do not want to see.

But you'll need its protection.

Hold my hand.

(WHISPERING)

I don't like snakes.

No one likes snakes.

(HISSING)

THE MAGE: Stay with me.

Stay with me.

You will feel it for a few hours.

("THE DEVIL AND THE HUNTSMAN"
PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENS)

VORTIGERN: That's far enough.

Let's get this done quickly, shall we?

Put him on his knees.

Put him on his knees!

(HISSING)

(HISSING)

(LOUD RUMBLING)

(MEN YELLING)

(HISSING)

(SCREAMS)

(MEN YELLING)

(ROARS)

(TOLLS)

(ALL CLAMORING)

Go, go, go!

You know the price.

(CROWD YELLING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Father, what's happening?

Leave.

Why is there blood on your face?

What's going on?

Father, you're scaring me.

Oh!

(EXHALES AND INHALES SHARPLY)

I love you very much.

- (GASPS)
- (VORTIGERN CRYING)

(WAILS)

(YELLING)

MAN: Come on!

(MAN YELLING)

Charge!

(YELLS)

(YELLING)

(ALL YELLING AND GRUNTING)

(ALL CLAMORING)

VORTIGERN: (IN DEMONIC VOICE)
You have won, nephew.

You have won.

Now, play with me.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

Ah!

(YELLS)

Ah!

VORTIGERN: I think that sword
belongs to me now.

Run, son!

- Brother...
- (PANTING)

I think that sword belongs to me now.

Whatever price you pay,

it will be more than you know.

You don't need to run anymore.

You don't need to look away.

The sword is yours, son.

Take it.

(GASPS)

(COUGHS)

You wanted to know
what gave me such drive?

It was you.

You put me in that brothel.

(GROWLS)

You cut me on the streets.

(GROANS)

I am here now because of you.

(GROANING)

(GROANS)

You

created me.

And, for that,

I bless you.

You make sense of the devil.

(RUMBLING)

(BELL TOLLING)

SERGEANT: Nock!

Light!

Ready!

Loose!

GREYBEARD: While I understand
there's been a change

in the leadership of this nation,

I am confident that you will still honor
the agreement

made by your predecessor and my king.

We expect to leave here
with 10,000 young men as agreed.

Yeah, I don't think so, mate.

Excuse me?

I said, "I don't think so, mate."

We've been wondering
what you were doing in here.

I like it.

What is it?

BILL: Yes, what is it?

A carousel? Giant wheel of cheese?

What are you supposed to do with it?

GEORGE: I know.

It's a dance floor.

PERCIVAL: And once you finish it,

how are you supposed to get to the middle?

But how did you get it through the door?

Did you carry it in?
Or did you roll it in?

GREYBEARD: May I remind you,

a fleet of 3,000 longships controlling
the seas, surrounding your island.

It would be unwise to displease my king.

I'm sorry.

George, Wet Stick, Percy, on your knees.

Sir Bedivere, if you would?

I'm prepared to extend the deadline
by a week.

No.

I mean, I'm sorry.

You've made a mistake.

You're no longer dealing
with the man you previously met.

You are addressing England

and all the subjects
under her king's protection.

BEDIVERE: Arise, Sir George.

ARTHUR: So you have a choice.

You can now kneel to England...

BEDIVERE: Arise, Sir Tristan.

...or I'll step off this throne,

and you can deal with me
as the man you previously met.

Arise, Sir Percival.

And we can see how that goes.

(CHUCKLES)

Sir William,

if you would?

It would be my honor.

Well, now that's out the way,

let's eat.

Why have enemies,

when you can have friends?

Arise, my king.

(DOOR OPENS)

(CROWD CLAMORING)

King Arthur.

ARTHUR: It's a table.

You sit at it.

(EAGLE SCREECHES)

(CROWD CHEERING DISTANTLY)

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Long live the King! Long live the King!

(CROWD CHEERING)

English - SDH