I think you upset him.
What about you, Marks?
I took this for you at Angouléme.
I walked into this outside Toulouse.
Both times we saw it through. What do you think I'm doing here?
I don't take a man's money and run.
Mr Phipps, are you and your garrison men still for the fight?
All six of us. Good and ready, sir.
Ah!
I saw you with the Templar.
I think he has a mind for you.
His mind possesses nothing I care to think about.
There is something not normal with him. It's his manner.
He looks but won't talk.
Then he talks and nothing he says settles with me.
Don't tell me that was his way before he became a Templar. I wouldn't believe it.
- My Lady. - What?
That's a great deal of thinking...
for someone you don't want to think about.
Hm.
They're building something.
What do you think it is?
Your royal engineer, Sire.
- Will it work? - There's no moat, er... So, er...
There's no moat and no excuses. Finish it.
Tell him to construct a...
I am sorry for what I said to you.
I was wrong.
What happens next... to us?
- All of us? - They will attack again.
And we will hold again.
The French...
made sail with an army to stand by us.
You really believe they will come?
Hm.
Thou shall not lie, Thomas.
Certainly not for the French.
Definitely not to me. It isn't worth it.
Does that break Templar laws?
Mm.
Some would say yes.
Put the sword down.
If they do come, I will need to know how to use this.
- Is this how you hold it? - If you want your opponent to win.
I fight...
so you don't have to.
Siege tower.
Making quick work of it. Damn it.
Baron, I have an idea.
What happens if this doesn't work?
- Don't ask. - What could be worse than this?
Squire, would you ever kill a woman?
- Never. - Not even if it meant saving her life?
That's it, heave it down.
Holy Saint Joseph! Look who it is.
His Majesty is ready, my Lord.
- Prince Louis holds in France. - They haven't sailed yet?
- He's buying time to negotiate terms. - Negotiate terms!
The King enslaves this country,
the Pope defends him and calls the Magna Carta heresy,
and France uses this tyranny for a better deal?
- Are there any men willing to fight? - A few.
Many thought the rebellion was over because John signed the Magna Carta.
In some ways, it was the smartest thing he did.
Well, all that is done.
Let Rome pronounce whatever holy dictum it pleases.
They won't tell me that God is their possession.
I leave for France at once. You gather what men you can.
And prepare London for war.
And Rochester?
- Baron Albany? - Pray God is with them.
Take cover!
Excellent. Excellent.
Go on. Faster!
Lock it!
- Lock! - And fire!
They have built an engine?
Yargh!
Take cover!
All of you, outside.
Wulfstan, you've broken through!
Now, come on! Give them hellfire!
Heave! Heave!
Aargh!
Lock it! Fire pot, Guy!
You heathen dogs!
Bring it a bit forward!
Light it! Light it!
Loose!
Yeah!
Goddamn devils! Murdering goddamn whores!
Yes! They burn!
Do not record that!
Bitches!
This bastard king, Wulfstan.
Aye.
After that, the king did not come again.
But the rains did.
And the days grew short as autumn turned to winter.
They were too cold to Fight, and too hungry.
The castle stores were empty...
and they had taken to eating the horses.
Save for one.
Marshal's.
But a Templar is forbidden to eat his horse.
Their Order dictates that it must die in battle.
So 13 hungry souls and one horse would remain.
Still they waited.
And so too did the King.
They could smell his food, hear his army's song.
For attrition is one man's ally and another man's curse.
So they became cursed men.
And as weeks turned to months,
their minds took to places they should not...
where a man sees only doubt and has no worth at all.
On my wedding day I knew my marriage would have no love.
Yet still I took my vows to God.
I honoured and obeyed my commitments daily.
You think we are not the same, Thomas, but you're wrong.
- I'm starving! - What do you want me to do?
Someone's gotta do something!
Listen to me.
Damn your Templar vows!
It was my vows that made me what I am.
It was my Order that brought me here.
And by God's good grace,
it will be the Templars that save your life.
Where are you going?
Why are you leaving?
Why would he leave?
My Lady, you were with him last.
Did he say why he left?
You go to your chamber.
Now.
No.
I'll kiss the Bishop's arse if he comes back.
You're gonna have to kiss a king's arse, Becket, cos they're coming back again.
- it's Thomas! - Open the gates!
Becket, get him! Get him, Becket!
Come oh! Quickly! Help him! Get the sacks. The sacks!
- Come on! - Hurry!
- Run! - Close the portcullis!
What was you thinking, Templar?
He's stolen the king's food. I've never seen such a thing!
You are relieved of your command, Captain.
Get back in your rowboat and go home.
- I'm not leaving without my men! - Oh yes, you are!
And I will tell you why. The Pope has had a change of heart.
What do you say?
I say that when your pathetic little army arrives back at your houses,
you will find your lands Christianised.
Your sons enslaved to the Church and your wives serving new husbands.
You did not speak to the Pope of my lands?
Why in God's name would I do that?
Take this castle, Tiberius!
And if you do not, you will be sailing home to quite a different world.
Well, Marshal, you sure know how to pick a bit of shank.
Better than three months of horse meat.
I'll stick with the pig. Then what?
I'll eat you.
Oh! Hey! Hey! Hey!
So, Squire...
you can read words?
And write them too?
What's your full name?
Jedediah Coteral.
Yeah.
I've never seen it written before. Huh.
Hm.
It's too quiet. Check the far wall.
To the battlements! Attack!
Cover the west wing. West wing! Come on!
- Watch out! - To the right!
Help me!
The gates! The gates!
Where's Marshal?
Fight, Guy! Fight!
Baron!
Aargh!
Baron!
Don't move. Be still.
- Hold the keep. - You can't die.
You can't die. Stay alive! You hear me?
Hold the keep! Go! Go!
Yaargh!
Phipps!
- Come here! - Hold the gates!
I've got it. I've got it.
Come on, to the gates!
Hold!
All in! All in!
Stand fast!
Shield wall!
Shields. Shields up!
Up!
Brace yourselves.
Ready! Ready!
- Isabel! - Get inside!
Now!
- We have to get to the Baron! - To the keep!
- We can't leave him! - He's gone, all right?
Hold the steps! Hold the steps!
Come on!
Marshal!
Pull him down!
Marshal! Come on!
Get it off! Get it off!
Get back, behind the portcullis!
Come on!
They have prisoners.
Boy!
Good afternoon, Baron. Did you find my castle to your liking?
It's the people's castle now.
You said he was gone.
Those two. Cut off their hands and feet.
- No. - No!
No!
Now, Baron, I want my keep back.
- At my command! - No!
- They'll never surrender. - Really?
Do it!
Do something! We hold the keep.
My arse, your stinking castle!
Aaargh!
Aargh!
God damn you, you murdering whore!
Isn't that the king I am?
You betray all that's meant to be king.
You betray God!
I betray God?!
My crown was passed to me by my brother, and my father before him.
I was born to be a king!
It is my birthright! Given to me by God!
You cry for the common man
and in the same breath you curse the crown that protects him!
You dare to question my reign...
and the lineage of Kings who have reigned before me?!
The great amaranthine royalty of Aquitaine...
who forged this land from barbarian hordes
and made it noble and pure!
Who gave it order, meaning,
and even faith...
to thousands of years of loyal subjects!
And it is all now questioned by you!
And we are forced to sign your precious Magna Carta,
forced by you, a wool merchant!
I am the blood! I am God's right hand!
And you will never dictate to me how I am to be a king!
Now, Baron.
Which hand did you touch me with?
Hold his hand down.
Hold his right hand down!
This is not something you should see.
Aargh!
Tell your rebels to open the gate, Albany!
No surrender!
- No surrender! - Put his other hand up! Do it!
Do it!
Aargh!
We hold, Baron!
We hold!
Put his feet up. Put his feet up!
Cornhill!
You will yield to your king!
Or, as God hears me, your head is on a spike!
Now, that monster that they've made, strap his carcass to it.
Strap him to it!
Heave!
There's no one coming, is there?
My scouts report the French have left Calais.
They'll be at our back within days.
Do you know that when I was a child,
I once secretly ate every urn of my father's beloved honey peaches.
And the next day...
he brought before me a servant girl that he had accused of the crime.
And he placed her hand on the table, and he drew his knife...
and he delivered the punishment.
And that night, unable to contain my shame,
I confessed to him that it was I,
his son, who had committed the crime.
Do you know what his response was?
He said, "l know.
"l know.
"And that is why I only cut off her finger.
"You see, John, any action against the throne
"must be punished ruthlessly.
"For that is the only way to maintain the absolute power...
"of a king."
When they come, you must demand to see the King.
I want nothing from him.
Not even mercy.
I broke my vow, Isabel.
I have betrayed God's trust.
What we did was a sin.
Stop hiding... behind vows and commandments.
The vows speak of loyalty and abstinence and murder, but...
why never love, Thomas?
The vows of the Order...
protect my soul from the blood I've spilt in God's name.
It was the Church that made you do those things.
It was the Templars that gave you a sword
and the name of God to wield it.
It was the Templars that made you kill.
Who were you before them?
What was so bad about that man then that makes you resist your desires now?
Thomas...
I am not a sin.
Sire? Sire?
Your engineer, sire. The mine is ready.
Will it work?
- it's right under the keep's foundations. - Ah.
Then take note.
To my justiciar, send to me 40 pigs.
The least good for eating.
Deliver that at once.
Come on! Hurry up! Move it!
That's it.
- Where you going? - I'm going to plead for terms.
No!
What else is there to do? We hold.
We hold for What? The French? They're not coming.
- I'll ask for terms. - No!
We swore an oath. An oath!
To Albany. To England.
Your oath is worthless.
Magna Carta is worthless.
The Church has annulled it.
Whatever happens here is meaningless.
No. No. Wait!
- That's enough, Squire. - Becket?
Your boy here tried to take the old man's head off.
Becket, leave him be.
Now, Guy... get away from him.
- Now. - Or what?
You'll kill me?
- Guy... - Shut up!
Baron de Albany gave his life for his beliefs.
What have you given for yours?
Coward.
There's no salvation to this end.
Our souls...
are damned.
You are not a coward.
- What are you doing? - I'm writing my name.
How do you do that?
Master Guy taught me.
Well, that's you all done then.
What makes a man like you so angry?
I've been angry so long...
I don't even remember.
It's kept you alive though, I suppose.
I don't think it's gonna get us through this one.
- What do you think they're doing? - Pigs. For a sapper's fire.
- Sappers? - They're digging a mine underneath us.
Pig's fat, it burns, with the heat of a crucible.
Make Way!
Go on! Go!
Whoa!
Whoa there!
Whoa!
Bring them in.
We've got a bigger problem.
Hah! Get in there!
Go on!
Coteral.
It's hot.
- So what are we gonna do now? - Templar.
We get to the other side of the keep.
Guy, take the women to the chapel, huh?
Go!
Hurry, Isabel.
Get down! Get down!
- I think he's gone. - I'm not making that mistake again.
Come on.
OK. One, two.
Oh, Maddy. She was beside me.
Becket. Becket.
Ha!
I'll hold them Off.
How much did they pay to get you out those stocks?
- Five shillings. - That is cheaper than a whore.
Come on, you filthy whores!
If they get through us, you kill the women.
- No. - Say it.
- I can't. - Say it!
I'll kill the women.
Come on, you whore! Yaargh!
Aargh!
Forgive me.
Thomas. Thomas!
Thomas!
Save her.
No one touch him!
How's your faith now, Templar?
Why don't you come a little closer...
and I'll show you.
Yaaargh!
You fought bravely.
Is killing a noble thing?
But a life fought for others is a life worth living.
That is a noble thing.
A French prince now holds the English crown.
Not an easy decision to make.
Nor was this one.
The Order's over for you, Thomas.
You've earned your freedom as much as any man.
Your Grace.
Come on.
We held.
Within a year, the rebellion was won.
While fleeing for his life, King John died of dysentery.
What was left of his treasure was never recovered.
In time, the great keep of Rochester was rebuilt.
It stands to this day.
So too does the noble dream that was... Magna Carta.