What?
I don't know. It's too small, it's too light.
He'll be crushed. Killed.
No. I found a new way to heat the steel. It's thinner, smaller,
but just as strong.
What are these?
The marks of my trade should another knight admire the armor.
[LAUGHING]
Twist and bend. Feel the movement.
But eventually I will be struck. And then death.
Do you at least have the courage to test it?
[GRUNTING]
Are you all right, Will?
I didn't feel a thing.
It works?
It's a miracle!
[LAUGHING]
What's the name of that knight? Piers Courtenay.
He's raised the taxes on his land three times this year to pay for tournament.
His people starve while he sits at banquet.
It's probably true.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Yeah! Oh.
[HORSE WHINNYING]
CROWD [CHANTING]: Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich!
Ulrich von Lichtenstein.
GERMAINE: My lord, the Count Adhemar,
son of Philippe de Vitry,
son of Gilles,
master of the free companies,
defender of his enormous manhood.
[CROWD LAUGHING]
A shining example of chivalry
and champagne.
[CROWD CHEERING]
CHAUCER: Nice work!
Bravo!
My lords...
Watch every move Adhemar makes. If there's a weakness, we'll find it.
Well, Colville looks fit. This should be good.
HERALD: - My liege,
the second son of Sir Wallace Percival.
It is my deepest honor...
My deepest honor to present to you...
It's Edward, my lord. They're sure of it.
HERALD: - The illustrious Sir Thomas Colville!
[CROWD CHEERING]
[###]
Adhemar withdrew.
To withdraw like that can mean only one thing.
Royalty.
I'll see what I can find out.
MAN: Prepare to drop the flag.
CHAUCER: No, no. Not yet. Not yet. Wait, listen.
MAN: Musicians, announce.
Wait. I must speak with my lord. Then go.
And see if you can beat the Second Coming.
CHAUCER: Wait! Wait!
Colville is Edward, the Black Prince of Wales,
and future king of England.
He's in disguise like me so he can compete.
He has never met an enemy without victory.
He has never attacked a town he could not defeat.
We're English, Geoff! We know who he is!
You must withdraw, Will. Go tell them, Geoff. They're about to drop the flag.
CHAUCER: Absolutely!
Here. Give me the lance.
[CROWD SIGHS WITH DISAPPOINTMENT]
[SIGHS]
WAT: Give me the lance. Give me the Ian...
Hyah!
Lance!
[CROWD CHEERING]
Oh, my giddy aunt.
The match is a draw.
Are you mad? You knowingly endangered a member of the royal family.
He knowingly endangers himself.
Well fought, Sir Ulrich, as it was in Rouen.
And you also, Prince Edward.
You knew me? Yeah.
And still you rode?
It's not in me to withdraw. No. Nor me.
Though it happens.
Yes, it does.
Good luck with the tournament. And you also.
The winner of the mounted joust and tournament champion,
Ulrich von Lichtenstein.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Here, melt it down, sell it, do whatever you do.
Yes, Your Majesty.
William, you're tournament champion!
I'm not champion until I defeat Adhemar. Adhemar withdrew.
JOCELYN: Sir Ulrich.
Oh.
I've come to see what you'll wear to banquet tonight.
Nothing.
We'll cause a sensation, for I'll dress to match.
Well, don't you ever get tired of putting on clothes?
I believe she's talking about taking them off, my lord.
A flower is only as good as its petals, don't you think?
A flower is good for nothing.
Really?
Well, you can't eat a flower. A flower doesn't keep you warm.
And a rose never knocked a man off a horse either, did it?
You're just a silly girl, aren't you?
Better a silly girl with a flower than a silly boy with a horse and a stick.
[###]
Goodbye.
It's called a lance.
Hello.
[###]
[CROWD CHEERING]
Yeah! Yeah!
[BLOWS RASPBERRY]
CHAUCER: I have word. What?
Adhemar's been called back to the free companies.
The Black Prince commanded it. He could be gone all season.
First Jocelyn and now Adhemar.
[SCREAMS]
Well done.
Yeah, well done.
Wha..? I...
[###]
The tournament results, my lord.
ADHEMAR: Ulrich.
WILLIAM: Geoff. CHAUCER: William.
I need to write a letter.
"Dear Jocelyn. " No. "My dearest Jocelyn. "
Better.
"I miss you. "
[CHAUCER HISSES]
Hold... Was that wrong?
Well, it's up to you, really. It's your funeral, I mean, letter.
Say something about her breasts. Yeah, you miss her breasts.
Her breasts?
Yes, you could, but I would tend to look above her breasts, William.
I miss her throat?
Still higher, really. Towards the heavens.
The moon, at least. Her breasts were not that impressive.
The moon? The moon.
"It is strange to think...
I haven't seen you since a month.
I have seen the new moon, but not you.
I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. "
That's very good, William.
I used to know this girl once who...
Well, she broke my heart. But I used to say that the pieces...
JOCELYN: "The pieces of my broken heart are so small,
that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. "
He writes as though I had died.
Yes, Madame. He dies as well.
She used to cook for the Duke of York.
I miss her like the sun misses the flower.
JOCELYN: "I miss you like the sun misses the flower.
Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter.
Instead of beauty to direct its light to,
the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. "
WILLIAM: "I next compete in the city of Paris.
I'll find it empty and in the winter, if you are not there. "
I like it.
And now, to finish it.
With "hope. "
Love should end with hope.
My husband, God rest him,
told me something I'll never forget.
"Hope guides me. It... "
JOCELYN: "It is what gets me through the day and especially the night.
The hope that after you're gone from my sight
it will not be the last time I look upon you. "
WILLIAM: And finish it with:
"With all the love that I possess... William. "
You mean "Ulrich. "
"With all the love that I possess,
I remain yours,
the knight of your heart. "
My master hoped you might have something to send him in return.
Cock-a-doodle once! I shall not deny him.
Cock-a-doodle twice! I shall not deny him.
Cock-a-doodle thrice!
I deny him.
Thrice he denied him!
No Adhemar.
WILLIAM: No Adhemar.
[WAT WHOOPING]
Wat.
Wat, tell me, did you see her? Did she read the letter?
Yes, and yes.
And?
She's coming to Paris!
[LAUGHING]
Well, did she give you anything for me in return? Did she..?
Did she give you a letter? Or a token?
Did she give me a token? She did.
Uh, I mean, um...
Well, what is it, Wat? Come on, give it to me.
Yes!
Yeah!
Hell, yes!
She... Because she's... That means she... Yeah!
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Cinquante.
That's a nice round number.
Excusez-moi.
The wager they wish to make is that a Frenchman, and not Sir Ulrich,
will win the tournament.
However, the amount is 50 florins.
That's all we got. Yes, and if we had 60,
the bet would be 60.
Even money. But Ulrich against every Frenchman here?
Oh, come on. He's won four tournaments in a row.
And once again, Adhemar isn't here.
I check shields too. John Beaumont's here.
Count Theobald, Philip of Burgundy, all three French champions.
An Englishman will not win
this French tournament.
English legs are unsteady on French soil.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
Why don't you shut your mouth, all right?!
[CLUCKING LIKE CHICKENS]
Come on, Roland. It's a good bet. Win and I can buy my own tavern.
I could write full-time. And a forge for me.
Yes, and because French wine is too much for English bellies.
All right. I'm about this fonging close, mate. I swear to God, Quasimodo!
All I want is to go home, and I already have enough to make that trip a hundred times.
And most importantly, because the pope himself is French!
Well, the pope may be French, but Jesus is English. You're on.
[CHEERING]
He won't lose. Not with the princess here watching him.
CHAUCER: # He's blond! He's pissed! #
ALL: # He'll see you in the lists! Lichtenstein! Lichtenstein! #
# He's blond! He's tan! He comes from Gelderland! #
# He comes from Gelderland! #
# Gelderland! Gelderland! ##
[CLOCK CHIMING]
Do you think he will come? As sure as the sun will rise.
You favor cathedrals.
I come for confession.
And the glass.
A riot of color in a dreary, grey world.
Don't you think?
It's beautiful.
I feel the same way about the letter you sent.
Speak to me.
Speak those words.
I'm going win this tournament for you.
Excuse me?
This tournament. I'll win it in your name.
Every knight I defeat, I defeat for you.
Your beauty will be reflected in the power of my arm, the flanks of my horse.
Wow.
Really? Yes.
Really? Its flanks?
Yes.
I wish to hear poetry, Ulrich.
Oh. Well, I'm not ready.
But I am. And why must everything for a woman be run on a man's schedule?
Well, a man's day is fuller, and you see,
a man, he has more demands on his time.
Is that so? Yes.
Maybe.
No?
I demand poetry,
and when I want it. And I want it now.
Your breasts...
they're below your throat...
Jocelyn, how may I prove my love to you? How?
Do you ask in earnest? Yes.
If you would prove your love,
you should do your worst. My worst?
What do you mean?
Instead of winning to honor me with your high reputation,
I want you to act against your normal character and do badly.
Do badly? Lose.
Losing proves nothing except that I'm a loser.
Wrong. Losing is a much keener test of your love.
Losing would contradict your self-love.
And losing would show your obedience to your lover
and not to yourself! Shh!
Really? Woman, shh!
Do not "shh" me and spare him! Now be gone! Go!
What is your answer?
I will not lose.
Then you do not love me.
The Protector of Italian Virginity.
The Lance that thrilled France,
the Harasser of Paraser!
He gave them hell at La Rochelle!
The Enforcer of our Lord God!
The one, the only...
Sir Ulrich...
von Lichtenstein!
[CROWD CHEERING]
God, I'm good!
His horse's flanks.
Maybe where he comes from, it means love.
What are you doing?
Losing. I don't understand.
Neither do I.
He loves me.
Are you blind?
Did you see the flag? Yes, I saw it, okay?
I know. I know.
You want to drop behind for a more dramatic victory.
Look, Jocelyn told me I should lose to prove my love.
God, I'd rather you were blind. Don't be foolish, Will.
Each woman wants proof, that's all. WILLIAM: Proof of what?
That their legs have not been uncrossed for nothing.
Roland, I haven't uncrossed her legs.
Well, then why are we doing this?!
Because!
[CROWD CHEERING]
Because...
I love her.
["GET READ Y" BY RARE EARTH PLAYING]
Oh, no.
I'm going to lose everything! That's why it's called gambling.
WAT: Pain! Here's your pain!
It's very romantic, though.
Are you a woman or a blacksmith?
Sometimes I'm both.
CHAUCER: Ooh, that chafes!
Put him down.
[WILLIAM GRUNTING]
No one knight has distanced himself with victories yet.
If you win all your remaining matches and some of your opponents take key losses, who knows,
you could make the semis, even the finals.
Well, at least the armor�s proven itself.
WAT: And your love?
Have you proven that yet?
Wat, you remember church as a boy. The fear, the passion.
That's what she makes me feel.
And for that, I say my rosary to Jocelyn and no one else.
William, that's blasphemous.
[GRUNTING]
Then may I burn in hell.
Withdraw.
Lose that way. Just don't take any more punishment.
Oh, Roland.
My lady sends this message. She says that if you love her...
I know, I know. I must lose. Is she not watching, huh?
She says that if you love her, you will not lose another match.
She says that if you love her, you will win this tournament.
[CROWD CHEERING]
There she is, the embodiment of love. Your Venus.
And how I hate her.
["I WANT TO TAKE YOU HIGHER" BY SLY & THE FAMILY STONE PLAYING]
Yeah!
I don't understand women. Nor do I, but they understand us.
Maybe not you.
Yes!
Women, eh?
[CROWD CHEERING]
CHAUCER: Forty-eight,
forty-nine,
and fifty.
Thank you very much, gentlemen. It's been excellent doing business with you.
Do look us up if you're in London, the World Championships, maybe.
Oh, come on. Don't look too sad. Here, have a drink on me.
# He's quick, he's funny He makes lots of money, Lichtenstein! ##
Guinevere comes to Lancelot.
Bed him well, my lady.
Bed him well.
We missed you at banquet, Sir Ulrich.
"We"?
JOCELYN: I.
Jocelyn.
Your prize.
My prize.
I am not worthy of a prize.
Then who is?
My maid tells me that sometimes your varlets...
That they call you William.
Is this so, Sir Ulrich?
Yes.
Yes, it is so.
[###]
Your name makes no matter to me.
Just so long as I can call you my own.
Oh, but Jocelyn, I am your own.
Ow!
Damn, girl.
You need a surgeon.
He's been. He says I will live, though it doesn't feel that way.
Oh, William. This pain is my doing.
Yes, it is.
[CHUCKLES]
Although...
my father...
he taught me to take the bad
with the good.
Well, this good you speak of.
It will be my doing as well.
How long since any of you have been back? I've only been gone six months.
Two years for me.
Three years from my eyes.
Five. Five long years.
CHAUCER: William?
Twelve.
Twelve years.
He's to be an apprentice?
How long for?
Seven years.
[###]
Sir Ector?
I'm the thatcher. I spoke to you outside London Stadium.
Oh, yes. I remember.
Is this the boy?
Well, step forward, son. Let me look at you.
Careful with that, Roland!
Are you afraid of me, boy?
No?
Have you got most of your teeth?
Show me your arm. You got a strong arm?
Well, he's a half-starved little scarecrow.
But he's got spirit.
I can show you a great wide world full of adventure,
and marvels that you do not yet dream of.
Can you pack my horse and lead it?
Well, come on. Say goodbye to your father. Let's get started.
He's a real knight, William. Watch and learn all you can.
It's all I can do for you, son.
Now go change your stars and live a better life than I have.
Roland, show the boy his duties.
Father? I'm afraid. Of what?
I won't know the way back home.
Don't be foolish, William. You just follow your feet.
London.
["THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN" BY THIN LIZZY PLAYING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
Give us a shout out, London!
[CROWD CHEERING]
CROWD [CHANTING]: Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich!
I have news. Adhemar's here. He's entered.
Must have grown bored with whatever war they're fighting.
No, no. The Black Prince commanded it. He was forced to disband his army.
They were reveling, pillaging town after town.
Robbing and murdering, and ransacking churches.
ADHEMAR: Committing the oldest sins in the newest ways.
At last we'll have a chance to face each other again, Sir Ulrich.
And at the World Championship.
And as I promised you before, Adhemar,
you will look up at me from the flat of your back.
Let the past die.
You've done well in my absence, on the field and off, so I'm told.
Winning trophies, horses, women.
You put them in that order?
Generally, with a few exceptions.
Beautiful, isn't she?
A real thoroughbred trophy, don't you think?
You speak of Jocelyn like she is a target.
Isn't she?
No.
She is the arrow.
I've entered into negotiations with her father.
I'm to make her my bride.
She'll be saddled,
and placed on my mantle.
Target or arrow, makes no difference.
I will have her.
CROWD [CHANTING]: Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich!
[HORSE WHINNYING]
How would you beat him? With a stick, while he slept.
But on a horse? With a lance?
That man is unbeatable.
[GRUNTING]
Tend to him.
My lord?
May I present Simon, a simple summoner?
Tell the count what you told me.
I'm afraid, my lord, that a sin has been committed.
A sin of deception.
A vulgar sin of pride.
As God and the natural order have been denied.
Speak plainly, summoner.
Ulrich von Lichtenstein is not who he appears to be.
[###]
For a modest donation, he can be watched so that you may learn the truth.
I think we should have our noble Ulrich followed.
Pick someone discreet.
Chaucer! What?
I don't believe this. How much did you lose?
Lose what? Gambling. Your clothes even?
Not a penny. My clothes lie there.
I can't even think of anything to say.
Then why running around naked?
Because she was hungry.
Who?
CHAUCER: Phillipa, my wife.
[MUTTERING]
I'll do you for this. Hey, hey. Come on.
Oh, that must be Wat.
And you're Kate, and Roland and Will.
I mean Ulrich von Lichtenstein, who's mother's father was...
Shh. Von Rechberg.
Geoff's told me all about you. Right.
Anyone like a bite?
Wat.
Uh, sorry to barge in on you, Mrs. Chaucer.
No, no.
Uh, we'll let you be.
Good night. Night.
I thought you was a prostitute. Get out.
They seem much more fun than those boring old pilgrims you hung out with last year.
What is it?
Paradise, my dear, stands formed...
in your eyes.
Oh, Geoff, come to bed.
[CROWD CHEERING]
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
Didn't you hear? We're rained off. You'll have to win the championship tomorrow.
Oh, well. I'm going riding.
In this? In this.
Head. Thank you.
Food.
[###]
Hello there.
You're Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein. Yes.
You're my favorite knight. When we joust, I always say I'm you.
What are you doing here in Cheapside? There's no parade today.
Can you keep a secret?
I was born in Cheapside, just around the corner there.
Truly, Sir Ulrich? Truly.
I only live just there.
Well, how old are you?
Nine and one half. Nine and one half.
I wonder if you remember a man, though he may have died before you were born.
He was as tall as a knight. His name was John Thatcher.
Of course I remember him. You do?
Well, yeah. He lives there still.
Sometimes we see him sitting at the window, but no one knows why.
What do you mean?
He's blind, sir.
Oh.
[###]
Is someone there?
If you're here for the net, I haven't finished yet. Come back tomorrow.
Who are you?
A knight.
My name... is Ulrich.
Ulrich? I hear that name being chanted from the stadium.
What business have you here?
I have word, Master Thatcher.
Word of your son.
Of my William? Well, come in, sir.
What word? Does he live?
Aye. He lives.
He is very well.
He wanted you to know...
that he changed his stars after all.
[CRYING]
And has he followed his feet?
Has he found his way home at last?
Yes.
Father.
Oh, William. Oh, my boy.
[JOHN LAUGHING]
I should like to meet this Wat. And Roland, as well.
You will, Father. You will.
And what of women? Is there a certain one or many?
There is a certain one.
I should like to meet her, as well.
But this leak won't do, Father.
Not in the chamber of a thatcher.
For a blind thatcher, it's quite fitting.
Well, a thatcher I am.
I'll fix it for you.
[###]
[BELLS CHIMING]
Alive. Can you imagine? And I thought he was dead, which is mad
because he was always so strong. Very strong. I remember...
Geoff.
Jocelyn.
This day just gets better and better.
Somebody die?
Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein.
What?
Adhemar...
followed you last night. To Cheapside.
And he says he saw your father.
Will, they asked me for your patents.
They're waiting for you in the lists. They're gonna arrest you.
A dozen royal guards.
They'll put you in the stocks.
But I face Adhemar in five minutes time.
No, you forfeit. They've already marked it down.
Saddle the horses. They can arrest your baggage, not you.
[###]
Halt.
So, what do you think...
now that you know what I am?
Oh, to know what you are, William, would take a lifetime.
One I am most willing to give. But right now you've got to run.
There is nothing else to do. Run, and I will run with you.
Jocelyn, I cannot run.
I am a knight, and I will put myself to the hazard!
A knight in your heart, but not on paper.
And paper's all that matters to them!
William, I love you.
I love you. You.
And I'm sorry but I won't see you led away, bound for the stocks.
Oh, but you'll see me run? No!
Damn your pride, William.
It is you and only you that will not see you run.
My pride is the only thing they can't take from me!
But they can take it from you. They can and they will.
Oh, they will.
But love they cannot take.
[###]
And... And where will we live?
In my hovel?
With the pigs inside in winter so they won't freeze?
Yes, William, with the pigs.
With the pigs.
The poor can marry for love.
Oh, Jocelyn, you speak of what you do not know!
William, I beg you.
Please.
Run. Do it for love.
Roland, you would see me run?
And you, Geoff?
Yes, I wish it too, with all the pieces of my heart.
Wat? You and I? We aren't runners.
Yes.
William, today we are.
Run, William.
No!
I will not run!
I am a knight.
Well, boys,
all good things must come to an end.
Let's end them together.
[CHATTERING]
[###]
[CROWD CHEERING]
You will remove yourself from this position of honor.
I am here to compete.
You are here to be arrested.
[HORSE WHINNYING]
WAT: All right!
He that strives to touch a star...
oft stumbles...
at a simple straw.
You have been weighed.
You have been measured.
And you have been found wanting.
It's one loss or another... William.
In what world could you have ever beaten me?
[###]
[CROWD SHOUTING]
[CROWD LAUGHING]
Leave, Roland.
Let them have me.
God love you, William.
So do I.
Go! Disperse!
Or I will fong you!
As Jesus Christ the Nazarene and his holy mother,
the Virgin Mary are my witnesses, I will fong you!
I will rip you! Fist! Pain!
I'll stick my fist and break you! Pain! Lots of pain!
[CROWD SHOUTING]
We're in trouble.
Listen to me.
Listen to me!
Listen! Listen!
You're cut from the same cloth, you and he.
Mother?
Is my mother here? I'd recognize this cooking anywhere.
[CROWD LAUGHING]
Mother, please, you at least go home.
I'll tell you tonight how it turns out.
WOMAN: Filthy coward!
I hope it is good news, Mum.
I hope I can tell you
that I managed to convince these good people...
to leave my Lord William unharmed.
For I have never seen
a heart like the one that beats inside this man.
Great, it is...
swollen with all the virtues risen of pride,
forthright, free, courageous, constant,
and most of all...
filled with hope.
[CHATTERING]
At least until today.
What fills it now...
I know not.
I ask you:
What makes a man noble?
His lineage or his heart?
MAN 1: His heart. MAN 2: His heart.
MAN 3: Good heart.
My lord...
it's true, was born poor in Cheapside London and so what?
For he is as true as steel.
No, truer.
For he is like gold...
to me.
He is like gold and you and I...
are merely iron.
And yet you people...
you would come to see him rust.
For shame.
Shame on you.
Leave him.
Go home.
[CROWD GASPING]
[WHISPERING] It's the prince.
What a pair we make, huh?
Both trying to hide who we are.
Both unable to do so.
Your men love you.
If I knew nothing else about you, that would be enough.
But you also tilt when you should withdraw.
And that is knightly too.
Release him.
[###]
He may appear to be of humble origins...
but my personal historians have discovered...
that he is descendant from an ancient royal line.
This is my word.
And as such, is beyond contestation.
[CHATTERING]
Now...
if I may repay the kindness you once showed me.
Take a knee.
By the power vested in me by my father, King Edward...
and by all the witnesses here...
I dub thee...
Sir William.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Arise... Sir William.
Can you joust?
There's my tournament to finish.
Now, are you fit to compete, or shall the forfeit stand?
I'm fit.
I shall have your opponent informed of it. You look for his shield on the lists.
At once.
Thank you, my lord.
[CROWD CHEERING]
[PLAYING FANFARE]
MAN: All hail Prince Edward!
My lords, my ladies...
and all you other people.
I give you the son of Philippe de Vitry, son of Gilles...
Are you sure? Yes.
It's nothing but spun sugar and boot black.
CHAUCER: It's a small target, Will,
but aim for his heart.
GERMAINE: - Doer of daring deeds,
conqueror of countless kingdoms, Count...
Adhemar!
[CROWD CHEERING]
[###]
[HORSE WHINNYING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[WILLIAM GRUNTING]
Oh, God. I'll fetch the surgeon, Will.
Roland! You're the surgeon now.
Come on.
Ahh!
He's tipped it.
Kate, get me back to one.
Back to one, or we forfeit.
Dirty son of a bitch!
[GRUNTING]
[###]
[HORSE WHINNYING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[WILLIAM PANTING]
Kate, I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
As I said, thatcher.
In what world could you have ever beaten me?
Such a place does not exist.
She's here, William.
And so is your father.
Change your stars.
Let's dance, you and I.
ROLAND: It's two lances to none.
You must unhorse him or kill him. It's the only way to win.
You need more padding. No, leave it off.
I can't breathe with it on.
Lance.
Ahh! No.
I can barely grip it.
Damn.
Lash it to my arm.
Wat...
lash it to me arm.
Do as he says.
[CROWD CHEERING]
CHAUCER: Good people!
I missed my introduction!
[CROWD CHEERING]
But please...
please, I pray you.
Hear it now.
For I would lay rest...
the grace in my tongue
and speak plain.
Days like these
are far too rare to cheapen with heavy-handed words.
And so, I'm afraid, without any ado whatsoever...
Excuse me, my lord.
Here he is! One of your own!
Born a stone's throw from this very stadium...
and here before you now.
The son of John Thatcher...
Sir William Thatcher!
[CROWD CHEERING]
That's your name, Will.
Sir William Thatcher.
Your father heard that.
Godspeed, William.
[HORSE WHINNYING]
Hyah!
William!
[###]
You have been weighed.
You have been measured.
And you absolutely...
Have been found wanting.
Welcome to the new world.
God save you, if it is right that he should do so.
WILLIAM: William!
Yes! Yeah!
He's won! He's won!
[CROWD CHEERING]
You beat him, Will!
Oh, William.
I'm gonna have to write some of this story down.
The part about the prince and the knights?
No, no, no. All of it.
All human activity lies within the artist's scope.
Maybe not yours.
[LAUGHING]
["YOU SHOOK ME ALL NIGHT LONG" BY ACIDC PLAYING]
["WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS" BY ROBBIE WILLIAMS & QUEEN PLAYING]
Subtitles by SDI Media Group
Here!
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ALL: Your round.
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