Original subtitles

(BELL TOLLS)

# Veni sancte spiritus

# Mentes tuorum visita

# Amen #

'The year is 1144.

Civil war, unforgiving and cruel, rages in England.

King Stephen fights to retain his throne

against the pretender, the Empress Maud.

A fight which stretches to the furthest corners of the realm.

Even to the abbey at Shrewsbury.'

(SHOUTING)

Leave him be!

Even the soldiers of the Empress Maud can let a boy live!

Empress Maud?

I fight for the King.

Not the pretender.

I fight for neither.

Let him go!

Brother...

Forgive me.

(CRIES) St Winifred will save us!

The blessed St Winifred!

Save us from the floods, blessed St Winifred!

Save us from the floods to come!

This dreadful rain, Prior Robert. What if it floods inside?

Flood is not a certainty. We must protect our saint!

We'll take her up to a safe place.

I want you to wrap the casket.

Thank you, Prior Robert.

We didn't carry her from Wales to see her float away in Shrewsbury.

Did we, Brother Cadfael?

True, Brother Prior. Nor to get soaked in our own house.

The pilgrims' generosity will remedy that.

We are fortunate that their generosity never fades.

(BELL CHIMES REPEATEDLY)

Brother Cadfael.

Alfred! Oh, my dear friend!

What are you doing here?

Why aren't you with your sheep?

Sheep are gone. I lost them all in the flood.

That's why you're working here in Shrewsbury?

I've debts to pay.

Or else I lose everything.

Everything? Everything.

Alf! Brother!

I have need of you.

Take me to Abbot Radulfus. Straightaway!

If you would, Brother.

I said, straightaway.

Take care.

Lord Beaumont. Alfred.

You've taken a fall in the world.

The faithful have surpassed themselves!

There's almost 2,000 shillings.

Their devotion to St Winifred is humbling. (KNOCK AT DOOR)

Come.

Father Abbot, these brothers have requested to see you.

Herluin?

Prior Herluin.

I hardly recognised you.

From Ramsey Abbey? Yes, Father.

I am Prior Herluin.

I am in a better state than Ramsey Abbey.

How did you come? We got no word.

I need no chair.

I'll say what I have to say on my own two feet

which is how I got here, to answer the question.

You had no word because the word is with me.

Something terrible has happened to Ramsey Abbey.

Empress Maud has burnt it down.

Burnt it?

We live in a civil war, Brother.

But we are here for Ramsey's future.

You must have no doubt, Prior Herluin.

Shrewsbury and St Winifred will help.

My novice Tutilo prayed constantly to St Winifred.

She held our lives in her hands.

She has a strength beyond all understanding, Brother.

She had a purpose in bringing you to us.

Tell us what you want and it is yours.

I want St Winifred.

Brother?

Brother Tutilo has had a vision.

Tell them, Tutilo.

I saw the shrine, Father Abbot.

And a beautiful woman in front of it.

You can't take St Winifred! Without her Shrewsbury is nothing!

No, Brother. Ramsey Abbey is nothing.

It is flat on the ground.

Your duty is clear.

Perhaps I should tend the Prior before we retire?

I need no tending.

Cadfael is our herbalist, Brother.

After a journey such as yours, it might be best if he sees you.

Tomorrow he goes to the Lady Donata.

Lady Donata of Longneur? She was a benefactor of Ramsey.

I will come with you tomorrow.

Father, she is extremely ill.

Perhaps a visit from an old friend...?

She may be too ill. Then I will pray with her.

Well, that's settled.

Brother Cadfael, you will take Prior Herluin.

Tomorrow, then.

Ah, are you ready?

Only three of us going to Donata's.

We've been diving into ditches for the last two months supporting Maud's men.

Brother Cadfael is well prepared. He was a soldier.

You came to God late, then?

I came when He called. Can you ride a horse?

I can.

Though I've served God all my life!

Father, we have a day to prepare.

Brother Cadfael's taken Prior Herluin.

I shall not desert him.

Or Ramsey Abbey.

He is a brother Benedictine.

You'll not grant his request?

St Winifred belongs in Shrewsbury.

And now from Shrewsbury she calls across the breadth of England.

She wants Ramsey and Shrewsbury to flower together.

St Winifred goes to Ramsey for a year.

With Herluin,

that year will stretch for ever.

That is my decision.

Are you going in, Brother? I certainly am.

The reeve won't let us see the lady.

If you're here selling, the reeve's word is final.

We're singers and performers. Vagrants!

We earn our living!

I'm Remy, this is Daalny. We want to show Lady Donata what we can do.

Reeve, where's your mistress? She's in her sick room.

The reeve can show me.

Only if I think best.

You...?

You, an old soldier, stop a prior?

At Ramsey you'd be flogged for that.

Now stand aside!

This is not Ramsey Abbey!

I will not be flogged and I will not stand aside.

This lady is dying and is much loved.

You may wait in the anteroom. Tutilo, come!

Daalny.

Go with them!

Brother, I nursed my mother when she was ill.

Very well, come on. But no bothering her for work!

I've brought you some poppy juice.

It will help you to sleep.

And guests too.

Who I can't entertain.

I don't need entertaining.

She's a singer called Daalny.

She works with a troubadour.

(LAUGHS) Oh, no, not love songs.

I thought you worked in the infirmary.

Not for long.

Here you are.

Ugh... Snails again...

It will help with the pain. Now...

There's a... There's a prior here to see you.

From Ramsey Abbey.

It seems the Empress Maud has burnt it down.

Sensible woman.

More snails?

I nearly lost a son to Ramsey Abbey.

Hateful place.

Always asking for money.

Well, they won't get any more from me.

(SHOUTING)

My son married a pretty girl like you.

She knocked all that abbey nonsense out of him.

I suppose he's walling himself up, too.

That pretty boy squashing grass.

His name's Tutilo.

He's been blessed with a vision of St Winifred's shrine

and a beautiful woman.

Oh! Was it me (?)

Cadfael...

Surely a face like his should have children?

Oh, yes! Yes, let the ugly ones die off!

You prove the rule, old friend.

Now, this is made with strawberries.

I used to sing when I was young.

Not for a living, of course.

I had a sweet voice.

Hmm! Young men used to sit at my feet.

Music was our life.

But now...

they run away to war...

or creep into abbeys.

Young man!

Do you know the name of that instrument?

It's a psaltery, my lady.

Oh... He knows something.

But can you play it?

At my age, I can tempt fate.

# DULCIMER-LIKE STRUM

# Veni...

That girl is singing with Tutilo!

She's probably giving a free performance.

So, she'll see me now?

She doesn't want to see you.

# Veni... #

Here!

If you think I walked 200 miles so you can make music with some slut,

you'd better think again.

Please...

Have mercy! Mercy!

I'm a novice. But lucky. I'm with Prior Herluin.

But his abbey burnt down.

He will raise it up again.

As the abbey rises, so will I.

You should have been a stonemason.

They rise up with the abbey, as well.

Tutilo!

Singer, your child needs respect for the cloth.

She's not my child.

I bought her when her mother died.

Bought her?

You mean she's your slave?

Lord Beaumont! Remy!

Where there is Remy there must be...

Daalny.

So you're going to charm them in the Shrewsbury taverns, are you?

Ah, once more the good prior.

Well...

I may hear you sing again.

Eh, Daalny? My lord.

Lord Beaumont. He was our last master.

Paid well.

Must have liked Daalny's voice.

Who told you to cover St Winifred?

We've wrapped her to carry her from the flood. There is no need.

She will be on her way to Ramsey before there is any flood.

All because of your vision, Tutilo.

You have your faults,

but you'll do well at Ramsey with St Winifred.

If that is what God intends for him.

And for her, Brother Prior.

Now, then, soldier.

You won your little battle over the old woman,

but the victory over the saint is mine.

Were we fighting, then?

And you will question me once too often.

I see little love for St Winifred in Prior Herluin's face.

Well, Father Abbot,

love may grow.

Yah!

Whoa...

Alfred, come out of the rain.

(CONTENTED CHATTER)

It's all right, you're with me!

So you're being paid to drive that cart all the way to Ramsey Abbey?

I sold my wool to Lord Beaumont.

He gave it to Ramsey as a gift.

That's splendid! That's a good outcome.

Alfred, you must be very careful.

It will be a very dangerous journey.

Maud's soldiers are everywhere and the river is rising fast.

Well, I shall avoid the river.

I'll cross the brook and go east through Lord Beaumont's land.

Brother Cadfael!

We must go.

Sorry, you can't get rid of the smell of sheep.

Especially dead ones.

You can't wrap a holy relic in sacking!

The casket is going in the wool. The wool is greasy.

This casket contains the sacred remains of blessed St Winifred.

You mean it's just bones?

Those bones... connect the earth to heaven.

Your presence defiles them.

Brother Prior, she's only helping.

Oh, yes, and slaves have tricks.

They have pretty ways to keep the company of a novice!

The Church disapproves of slavery, not of the slave.

Isn't that right, Tutilo?

I'm sure Prior Herluin knows what is right, Brother Cadfael.

Let us see our saint safely off.

(And pray she comes safely back.)

Get out of the way!

Simon, what is it?

Is it the Lady Donata?

I have a gift for Brother Tutilo.

For me?!

'For Tutilo and his vision.

This gift should help open his eyes. Donata.'

We'll build our abbey twice over with this!

Oh, no, Brother Prior!

In this box lies Ramsey itself.

Those jewels will take Ramsey to the rafters.

And if we give alms...

We'll roof the rafters!

Without St Winifred ever leaving us!

We have an agreement.

Brother, you came to Shrewsbury for alms to rebuild Ramsey.

And, as Brother Cadfael says,

you part from Shrewsbury with them.

And without St Winifred!

I see where this comes from. Women!

Singing!

Conniving!

Plotting to make a fool out of me!

This is a black day for our order, Father Abbot!

Tutilo, with me!

# Mater Cristi gloriosa

# Casta pluragraciosa

# Speculum mundicie

# Sedacarnis nostra bella

# Que nos vorant in procella tenebere

# Tristicie

# Amen #

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(SCREAMS)

Can't you wait till morning, Alfred?

They're gifts for Ramsey Abbey. I've got to get ahead of the flood.

Take care! The river is rising fast!

Yah!

Take care!

(SHOUTING)

(WOMAN CHOKES)

(GASPS)

Ah, Brother Cadfael!

The rain has done its damage here.

At least the river didn't burst its banks.

The town survived. Unlike our roof.

You're surely not putting St Winifred back amongst all this?

She will be safely secured upstairs for the night.

Now the floods have passed by, people will want to give thanks.

How are the villages downstream, Hugh?

Well, some are in a sorry state.

We didn't wrap St Winifred in leather, did we, Brother Prior?

I gave her to your charge, Brother Jerome.

The casket!

St Winifred - she's gone!

What Herluin failed to get by agreement, he's got by stealth.

But, Cadfael, be politic. Don't worry, Father.

Hugh Beringar shares our secret.

Go with God, Cadfael.

Find that cart and bring St Winifred home.

Well, it looks like the cart went through the stream here.

But there's marks of other horses.

Could be quite a few horses, it's hard to tell.

The ground's so wet.

Cadfael?

Cadfael?

Hugh! Come here!

She's still alive.

So the last thing that you remember

is looking at your dress in the guesthouse?

Then I woke up in my box.

I nearly drowned, you don't have to make out I'm lying.

I'd lie if I were a runaway slave.

That's just what a free-born lord would say.

A runaway slave runs for ever.

I'll stay with Remy! At least I know where I am with him.

We're losing time, Cadfael. Yes, all right, Hugh!

Whether she ran or not, she's alive!

What's on that cart is dead.

Cart...

I saw a cart in the abbey courtyard.

Piled up high. It was wool.

On its way to Ramsey Abbey with a cargo of jewels and a stolen saint.

Cadfael!

Come on, we must hurry.

They certainly ransacked this.

And the horse has gone.

Could be Maud's men needing horses to catch up with her army.

I can't see any blood. What's happened to Alfred?

I was on his cart, then? Yes, you were.

Drugged and kidnapped.

But why?

Cadfael, here's something. They got a lot more than a horse.

The jewel box! Yes, empty, of course.

There's something here.

St Winifred's casket! Why have they left that?

(GALLOPING HORSES)

Halt! Lord Beringar of Shrewsbury?

What brings you onto my land?

Daalny? Have you left your master?

We've told you before! The shrine is being cleaned!

You will see St Winifred soon.

When we are ready.

Make sure nobody enters.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

You stay with me, Daalny.

Brother Cadfael!

We found the casket. Now, get it inside, quickly.

Follow me.

If Donata's jewels have been stolen,

Prior Herluin will once more lay claim to St Winifred.

Lord Beaumont, you saw nothing?

If Maud's men attacked the cart, then where's the driver?

If he's alive, I'm sure he'll come to me.

(DOOR OPENS)

So someone's got my abbey?

You have heard of the unfortunate events.

Empress Maud has taken my jewels.

But I hear she left the wool...

and what it covered.

St Winifred, on the cart to Ramsey.

But how did that happen?

Well, she certainly didn't get there by herself.

Think of that night.

River rising. Shrewsbury in danger.

And upstairs, the precious bones of our saint behind a locked door.

In the yard, a cart loaded high with good warm wool,

headed for Ramsey and for safety.

Rain pours. River rises.

People run. Dogs howl.

Cocks screech.

And the thunder!

And it is done.

A miracle?

The saint's intention is clear, Father Abbot.

To Ramsey. Simple.

Putting herself on the cart might indicate

her intention was to leave Shrewsbury.

Unless someone lifted her on instead.

No, no. I think it was a miracle.

Lord Beaumont, with respect -

Off the pedestal?

Into the courtyard? Onto the cart? Yes.

The saint is working her purpose.

And when she stopped the cart on my land she showed us.

Her purpose is to be with me.

If I allow Herluin's case, I must allow Lord Beaumont's.

Father, that casket was removed by human hands, not saintly ones.

Is the slave girl involved in all this?

Find those hands,

or we may lose our saint for ever.

'I'd been mending my dress.'

And this door, was it...

closed?

Open. Open?

So did you notice anybody outside?

No, it was so dark.

You didn't, for instance, see anybody near the cart?

I was busy mending my dress.

I told you.

Someone attacked me,

put a filthy rag over my face,

and I woke up in the box.

If I hadn't kicked my way out, I'd have drowned!

This rag, did it smell of anything?

Yes, it stank.

Stank? How did it stink?

Was it a sharp smell?

Or was it...cloying?

Was it a flowery smell?

It was very pungent...and sour.

Like vinegar. Vinegar?!

Oh, I see.

You knew Donata's jewels were on the cart, didn't you?

What would I do with jewels? I'm Remy's property!

What I own, he owns.

It's like saying a dog owns its own collar.

Did your master know of Donata's gift?

Hugh! Here's a rag.

Vinegar.

And hemlock.

Too much hemlock...

and the sleeper never wakes.

When you worked in the infirmary at Ramsey,

did you ever use hemlock?

Yes. We used it to stop pain.

Hemlock is missing from my shelf.

Daalny was drugged with it.

A little too much and hemlock can kill.

I know what hemlock does.

Yes, it buys silence.

Last night Daalny was standing in her doorway, sewing.

The light was behind her.

Someone down in the courtyard,

busy with the cart going to Ramsey, could have seen her

and thought that she'd seen them.

What they were doing they didn't want anybody to know about.

Brother Cadfael, if you think I'd harm her...

We found St Winifred's casket on that cart. I didn't put it there.

Oh, come on, that's why you're here in Shrewsbury!

You hope to bring honour to Ramsey, and we know how that's achieved.

Through the possession of holy relics!

I didn't put St Winifred on the cart!

Set against the possession of a saint, what's the death of a slave?

I wouldn't harm...!

Go on.

You wouldn't harm...?

I wouldn't harm a hair on her head.

I know that.

I'm sure the truth will come out when the shepherd returns.

The shepherd? He was driving the cart.

What he knows will decide the fates of priors, novices, abbeys and inns.

Very well, then. You come with me.

Pull him out.

Trial by water - a cruel way of finding out if someone's lying.

Who are they trying?

Men suspected of looting.

He floated.

He's guilty.

Yes, so now he'll lose a hand.

I do think there are better ways of getting at the truth.

Take that to the infirmary.

And take Daalny back to the guesthouse.

I'll do that, Brother.

Where's the next one? Come on, throw him in.

You meet me at the stables tonight.

After supper, you meet me.

Cadfael? Cadfael?!

Did they tell you anything?

Oh, he put St Winifred's casket on the cart, in a fit of passion.

But I'm sure he never touched the girl.

And what about the jewels?

Without Donata's gift, the saint is as good as lost.

Daalny was put on that cart because of something she saw,

whether she admits that or not.

But what is she hiding?

The thief of jewels, or of a saint?

And if Alfred's still alive...

I'm the one he'll come to.

He might come to you but while you're waiting,

I'll be looking.

MAN: Yes, yes! Pull him out! Pull him out! He's guilty.

He will lose a hand!

You won't get a better offer, Remy.

I need a singer.

I can't trust money during a civil war, my lord.

And Daalny's a coin that will always keep its value.

Remy, come with us. I want to talk to you.

What have I done? Show me where you're staying and I might tell you.

I'm supposed to be singing with Daalny! Never mind about that.

Apologies, my lord, if you had business with him.

Change your mind, Remy. My offer remains the same. Come on!

(DOGS BARK)

Why do you bring me here?

You saw what they do to thieves.

I'm no thief.

I saw you put something on that cart last night.

Now I know it was St Winifred.

You are a thief.

It was my vision. You stole the saint!

Was it just you?

Or was it that prior as well?

No. Alfred, the shepherd, helped me.

Listen to me, you don't lie well enough.

Do you think Cadfael doesn't know what's happened?

When the shepherd returns, he'll give you up to save himself.

You run - before it's too late.

My life is Ramsey Abbey and Prior Herluin.

Herluin will cage you up in Ramsey Abbey.

You'll lose everything.

He'll stop your voice.

You will sing even when the flesh is off your back.

But, finally...you will stop.

(Daalny...)

And I who have no freedom...

..cannot bear that thought.

Is this where you're staying? You'll find nothing, my lord.

I don't own anything much.

MAN: Go on, get in there.

The only thing you'll find is catgut for my lute.

Just get in!

You search the loft. What is on here?!

I oil my lute with that.

You don't get much music out of a cracked box.

Make sure you go right through that bedding!

What's this? It's spirit.

Oh, you drink this, do you?

You're welcome to a taste, my lord! I set light to it.

I don't just sing and play the lute. I breathe out fire.

Nothing up here!

# Oh, my love has golden hair

# That shines in the sun

# Walking in the morning dew

# Catch it in my heart

# Oh, who will be my love now my heart is broke?

# Never more a soldier's love

# Never more his golden hair

# Who will be my love?

(BELL TOLLS)

(BELL CONTINUES)

(DAALNY SINGS IN DISTANCE)

# ..another keg of ale!

# Pass another drink

# He's feeling lowly

(BELL TOLLS)

# Pass another keg of ale

# Pass another drink He's feeling lowly #

Tutilo! What's happened?

He's here.

Alfred...

He's dead, Tutilo.

Well, you were right about one thing.

Alfred did try to get to you.

Yes, if only he'd reached me.

No-one who knew Alfred would kill him for his purse

unless they knew he'd stolen jewels.

Hugh! He was a decent, hard-working man!

And he can't speak up for himself.

This branch could have been used.

No, it's too rotten.

Somebody hit him with it.

See these splinters of rotten wood caught in the cowl?

But at the temple there's what seems to be crumbs of stone.

I can't see any on the cowl.

He's hit with the wood while his cowl is up?

It was down when I found him.

There's a bruise on his forehead.

Suppose when he's hit with the rotten wood he loses his balance

and then he... he falls and he cracks his forehead.

And then...while he's unconscious... He was finished off.

Yes, but...

What, with a piece of stone?

Then the stone's replaced to look as if it was never moved.

Why hide a murder weapon that's just a stone?

Who knows what a killer will do?

I think his killer worked with him

and came after him to stop him talking.

Talking about what? Jewels, the saint, the slave?

Alfred was honest. I'll not have his death seal his guilt.

Nor the wrong one blamed for it.

Everything revolves around that cart to Ramsey Abbey.

Alfred was murdered because he drove it.

Daalny nearly drowned because she was on it.

Donata's gift was stolen from it.

St Winifred was hidden in it.

Relics, slaves and jewels.

Who benefits from the theft of relics?

I do.

I see Brother Cadfael's thought as clearly as his face.

He'll be saying next that I burnt down Ramsey Abbey myself.

I'll be saying next you'll build it up.

Nothing will stop you!

You'll use this boy's vision as suits you best!

His vision is true.

He walked across England for St Winifred.

Abbot Radulfus, do you stand silent?

Brother Prior, no-one has ever questioned Tutilo's vision.

You walked him across England 200 miles.

Through Maud's soldiers, through floods, through hunger.

You'll not stop. You'll stop at nothing.

You accuse me?!

You - an old soldier?!

Ambition is a vicious mistress.

And a decent man lies dead.

I did it.

Brother Prior knows nothing.

You killed Alfred?

I put St Winifred on the cart.

Alfred helped me. I didn't kill him.

Come with me, boy.

You lied to Cadfael about stealing.

You're lying now about killing.

Church and saint are beyond my law but you're not!

Tutilo!

What made you put St Winifred on the cart?

She told me to. You did it for Prior Herluin.

He didn't tell you to, but that's why you did it.

This is a holy theft.

Tutilo was inspired by the saint herself.

His vision brought him here. Her voice told him what to do.

Under church law, Abbot, as you well know,

our claim to the saint stands.

Your claim, Brother Prior, stands among others.

Not least Shrewsbury's own.

Come on! Get in there!

Go on!

You stole the saint and killed the only witness.

Unless we find otherwise, this is where you'll stay.

You insulted Prior Herluin while believing him innocent.

I had to remove uncertainty.

An old friend has been killed and I can find no motive.

And though I know Tutilo put the relics on the cart,

I cannot believe that boy's a killer.

But you do believe the killer is connected with the cart?

I know a decent man is dead.

I know a young girl nearly drowned.

I know death is following those relics.

I beg you, Father, before someone else dies,

decide who is to have them!

If death follows St Winifred, I must...

Or our holy saint will become profane.

Surely Remy told you of my offer!

He did, Lord Beaumont. I think Remy needs me too much.

Daalny!

He would get a good price.

And you?

You would live in a lord's castle.

I often sleep with no roof over my head.

I don't feel the need for a castle.

Brother Cadfael!

I will speak to your master again.

And at the end of the day...

money will speak for you.

Tutilo's in jail for killing the shepherd. Yes, I know.

He's innocent. You know he can't kill.

He can steal. He can steal, but he's a dreamer.

You seem to know him better than he knows himself.

I was with him at the horse fair stables last night.

And when did you part? When I had to sing at the tavern.

When was that?

Not long after dusk. I heard the last bells as I left.

I wonder where Alfred was at that time?

All right, I want you to do something for me.

Do you know where the ferry crossing is?

And here, in the year 852, in Bury St Edmunds.

Father, that case took 50 years.

God's truth cares nothing for time, Brother Prior.

Shrewsbury, Herluin and Beaumont all have claims to St Winifred.

St Winifred will be haggled over like fish in the market!

The cart stopping on Beaumont's land was an accident.

Accidents do not happen to saints!

Prior Robert, those that reside in heaven have only one voice.

The word of God.

Written down for all time in the Bible.

I must let that voice speak.

Trial by the Bible? Yes.

It's called a Sortes Biblicae.

Now, imagine this herb book is the Bible.

It's opened at random. Each claimant to St Winifred is blindfolded.

They place a finger on a verse.

The meaning of the verse indicates the rightful owner.

I'm not too sure about that.

You're sure enough about trial by water!

Yes... I've seen that many times! I understand that.

So what you see, you understand?

If the river is water one day, ice the next, you understand?

We must hope the Bible decides in Shrewsbury's favour.

It may well do so. But is it right, Hugh,

that the word of God is used to solve a quarrel

about where hard-working pilgrims place their hard-earned pennies?

Because that's how this started!

It may end when a young man hangs. He had cause to kill Alfred!

And he was found with blood on his hands.

He'll only hang...if he's guilty.

I only know what I always knew, old friend. (DOOR OPENS)

That you were a decent man.

But what you knew was worth your death.

Now I must try to save the living.

What did the ferryman say?

He rode Alfred to this side at dusk on the night he died.

At dusk? Half an hour later, Alfred was at my door.

Normally, he would have come straight in.

But he couldn't take those last few steps.

Someone was waiting for him. Yes.

Half an hour after dusk...

is the time for the service of Compline.

Tutilo was in the stables then.

Was he? You said you left the stables as you heard the Compline bells.

He went back inside. I'm sure he did.

You can only be sure that you left.

Tutilo could easily have come from the stables to my workshop.

He certainly had time to kill Alfred.

Hold that candle closer.

Isn't the thread from Alfred's hood...?

No. No.

The colour's obscured by blood, but it's too fine a thread.

So it may be from his killer?

Fetch me a clean dish from that pile over there.

Yes, thank you. Now...

We'll need some...

..hot wax to hold the thread in place.

Thank you.

Will that save Tutilo? Brother Cadfael, Tutilo's in jail.

Lord Beringar isn't going to let him out for one thread.

What are you putting in that dish? Salt water.

And patience.

For now that's all I have.

A Sortes Biblicae is a very rare event.

And you, my lord...

when you were drawn to St Winifred, you didn't expect this.

Drawn to her?

Cadfael, I have an empty chapel.

A pretty nest without an egg.

So it's not a matter of belief or spirit, then?

Oh, I'll play along.

It suits me, Cadfael.

I'm not a man to be pushed or pulled into place.

Lord Beaumont... Unless I want to be there.

(This way.)

Silence!

Bring Lord Beaumont to the Bible.

'Ye shall seek me and ye shall not find me.

And where I am, ye cannot come.'

St Winifred and Lord Beaumont can't be in the same place.

Take Prior Herluin of Ramsey to the Bible.

'I tell you.

I tell you I know you not.

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity.'

I renounce my claim!

I was deceived by the novice Tutilo!

Everything was a lie!

Tutilo is an agent of the devil...

and a murderer!

Take Prior Robert of Shrewsbury to the Bible.

'You have not chosen me but I have chosen you.'

The word of God has pronounced.

St Winifred remains at Shrewsbury.

Take up the Bible.

A petal of white blossom is against a verse on the page.

This was Winifred's flower.

'And brother shall deliver brother to death.'

This has meaning for someone here.

She speaks to me!

Winifred speaks to me.

I killed the shepherd! I killed Alfred the shepherd!

Daalny...

Herluin has denounced you.

Denounced me?

He was my teacher.

They will hang me.

You must not give up. Cadfael will help you.

You cannot come here again. They'll say you helped me.

I will not desert you.

(What mistakes I've made.)

I'm not for Ramsey Abbey. Never could nor should be.

If not for Ramsey, I'd not know you. And you will live.

You will live. They shall not hang you!

Come on, you. Out!

So you thought Alfred was Tutilo?

Tutilo tried to steal St Winifred from us.

I hated him.

And you followed Alfred to my workshop?

It was dark. His hood was up!

Tutilo was missing from Compline.

As was I, Father.

And I saw him.

And then I trod on this big stick and I picked it up and followed him.

I ran and jumped, and I struck him.

Show me how.

(WHISPERING)

Then she spoke to me in the Sortes.

She knew.

Brother killing Brother.

She certainly knew your thought.

But you didn't kill anyone.

Alfred had a bruise on his forehead.

You merely knocked him off balance, that's all.

So I didn't kill him?

With a piece of rotten wood?

No.

There was someone else watching,

who killed Alfred while he lay unconscious.

So I am responsible. Responsible?

You're a fool.

But Alfred's killer would have made sure of him,

whether he was unconscious or not.

Whatever the effect, Brother,

your intention was murder.

Your soul stands in peril.

Return to your cell.

You'll leave it only for your punishment.

Father.

This is a good gem.

Do you have more?

I might.

Then I might need more coin.

Then I might return.

I tell you this.

It's Tutilo.

In a fit of passion over Winifred, perhaps, but Tutilo killed Alfred.

I found this thread in Alfred's hair.

I think it was left by the killer.

A thread...? Mmm.

What do you hope to find from that?

Well, once I've cleaned it, who it belongs to.

But this is a place of pilgrimage.

People come here from all over England every day.

Yes, that's exactly my point.

This doesn't come from a monk's habit.

I agree Tutilo had cause. He had blood on his hands.

But that's not enough to hang him.

A thread in a dead man's hair?

Well, even if you do find who it belongs to, that's all it is.

But it opens up doubt, Hugh.

Not in my mind, Cadfael.

But we will put it to the test.

It's red.

I've only got your word that Tutilo remained here

when you left to sing in the tavern.

I can prove to Lord Beringar we were here. I heard what he said.

But it's not that you were here then.

It's that Tutilo was here when Alfred was killed - how to prove that?

What's a prayer book doing here?

Tutilo must have left it.

It's been marked with the Compline service.

Tutilo was here.

He was following the offices from here.

While poor Alfred was being killed.

Tight enough.

Now...out you go...

That's it!

This means no more than a bit of thread.

But, Hugh, he could hear the abbey bells.

He was following Compline -

in the stables, on his own, when Alfred was killed.

He could have placed the book for you to find.

I'm sorry, Cadfael.

I'm doing my best for the boy.

MAN: Throw him in!

The water will test him.

If he sinks, it will confirm his innocence.

Go on! Go on!

(CHEERING)

He's a floater! Guilty!

Hang him!

Pull him out.

He is guilty.

He hangs in the morning.

Remy? What are you doing?

You don't own a horse.

Well, I do now.

And a lot more besides soon.

My singing days are over.

What do you mean, 'over'?

And you can keep the costumes.

I'm buying an inn.

An inn?!

Where did you get the money to buy an inn?

Remy!

Tell me how you got enough to buy an inn.

He got it from me.

I told you money would speak for you.

It's the best for both of us.

I get an inn, you get a castle.

You used to sleep under the stars, Daalny.

You'll sleep much better in a feather bed.

(BANGING)

Brother Prior...

Daalny said you had abandoned me.

Did she?

I may return to Ramsey empty-handed

but I will still be by your side tomorrow.

And I will pray for your twisted soul.

My soul was never so straight.

I see clearly how I ought to live.

Then confess your guilt.

I will speak for you and you can come back to Ramsey with me.

So you can flog my back till it's raw?

Then stay in Shrewsbury.

And hang.

And you should take this thought to the rope with you.

The tavern slut has left you.

Daalny? Never!

She's off to some grand house. Lord Beaumont's.

She's sung for him before.

Oh, she'll sing all right.

She'll sing and play...

and shout.

She'll make the roof shake.

Lord Beaumont has bought her.

Voice...

Life...

and body.

Herluin!

(Herluin...)

That's cleaner.

And it is red.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Come in.

Daalny...

I um... I've got Tutilo's prayer book still.

Perhaps you'd like to take it to him.

Thank you. He'll be pleased.

And what about you? Hmm?

What will happen to you?

I am bought.

By Lord Beaumont.

(Oh, I see.)

Well, it's a good house.

He offered to buy me before.

Never mind how I'll live,

Tutilo will hang tomorrow.

If I were to give you some poppy juice, you might take it to him.

It will calm him down.

He won't want to be calm.

He'll want to shout out loud he's not guilty

so I'm not the only one who remembers him!

You mustn't give him too much of it. I won't give him any!

You and your potions!

All you've got is a bit of thread! Brother Cadfael, I trusted you.

Listen! You mustn't give him too much of it

because he will fall fast asleep.

And if you mix it in wine he won't even taste it.

I will take the poppy juice.

Are you sure you understand what I'm telling you to do? Yes.

Good.

Now, don't forget the prayer book.

Did Lord Beaumont give you that dress?

No, Remy did. He thinks people like it.

Does Remy himself wear red, too?

We wore the same.

Now, here's the poppy juice.

And if I were you I'd use all of it.

What is that stench?

I'm boiling some sheep's wool.

To get the grease out of it. I use it for my ointments.

That was the smell with the hemlock?

What, when you were kidnapped?

No, no, no. Hemlock doesn't mix in ointment.

What was it Alfred said?

'You can't get rid of the smell of sheep.

Especially dead ones.'

I've brought this for the young monk. It's his last night.

Please...

Have some.

Drink to his health in a better world.

(Tutilo...)

You said you'd get the money.

These things are never simple, my friend.

If you will only wait a little longer.

Well, I'm leaving for Bristol... Well, what can I say?

Do you want your property back?

Yes, I do.

These are the jewels you gave me?

Yes, they are.

I thought I'd have to arrest him myself.

These are Lady Donata's jewels. Where did you get them, Remy?

Now go. Run! Not without you.

I cannot. I'm sold to Lord Beaumont.

You must. Even if we hide together, we'll still be together.

He'll find us.

Go. Live for me.

Be free for me.

There is no freedom without you.

Daalny, my pride once weighed me down.

But with your love to hold me up, I shall fly and carry you with me.

You can be free.

Yes... Of course I can.

Ya!

There he is! Stop him! Stealing my property, boy?

They'll hang you twice over!

We must claim sanctuary. Open up! Open up!

Your place is with me, Daalny.

You can't hide in there!

Shut it!

Open this door. Now!

I said, open the door!

Brother, we claim sanctuary!

Jerome, fetch Beringar!

Come with me, Daalny.

The sale is made.

I am free! And with Tutilo!

The boy is living dead. He hangs in the morning.

Only the guilty hang, my lord.

You keep your place, Cadfael.

They claim a saint's sanctuary.

To me that is stronger than oak.

Does it mean nothing to you, my lord?

It is nothing.

Men and iron move the world.

Not long-dead girls from Wales.

Oh, so you move the world, do you?

Or just bales of wool?

And a horse and cart?

Don't try to baffle me, Cadfael.

I want what's mine!

Bought and paid for.

Daalny, come here.

She wasn't paid for when you employed Alfred to kidnap her.

The shepherd?!

Yes. It wasn't just hemlock you smelt when you were attacked.

It was the stench of dead sheep.

What did you tell Alfred?

Hmm? That you could give her a new and better life?

I bought her from Remy.

With jewels from the cart to Ramsey!

The fool tried to sell them!

You had to give Remy the jewels you'd stolen.

He'd never sell her unless you set him up for life.

Remy is a singer in a tavern. He lies!

You bought her!

Because you couldn't steal her!

You bribed Alfred to kidnap her,

carry her to your land.

But the box he put her in fell off into the water.

Poor Alfred himself ran away.

He was terrified of what you'd do to him.

Daalny.

Come to me and we will forget this.

But Alfred was a dead man, wasn't he?

From the moment he agreed to help you.

You beat him to death with a stone,

within feet of my door,

before he could speak to me.

You'd already seen the monk hit him.

You hoped he would be blamed.

Beringar, would I stoop so low?

A man who steals a woman, packed and carted to his door?

My lord, you creep along the ground!

No, Hugh.

Cadfael, you take too much of your own potions.

Oh, no, my lord.

My mind's not fevered.

It sees the very real marks we all of us leave behind.

You left yours...

in Alfred's hair.

It's a pretty thing, isn't it?

As is the casket of a saint,

the face of a slave,

the jewels of an old woman.

A red thread woven through with gold.

No tavern singer wears this cloth.

But you do.

A thread?

Is that it? Your proof?

Lord Beringar, this monk has woven a whole cloak from one thread.

I agree.

It's nothing. Say no and it's no proof.

Here. Throw it away.

Hang the boy.

Take the girl.

With you or without you,

she will never be a slave again.

She will always belong with Tutilo.

What did the saint say when you opened the Bible?

'Ye shall seek and not find.'

It's love that hides from you, my lord.

You only know what you can touch.

And that is a slavery...

without end.

If you won't leave with me, girl...

then you won't leave at all!

Kill me, my lord.

If I leave here with you,

I am dead.

A thread of cloth in a dead man's hair.

You hang me, Cadfael,

with that thread.

Cadfael.

Is that my property?

It is Lady Donata's gift box.

Will you wish me Godspeed, Brother Prior?

Well, I will.

Godspeed - to you both.

And good luck.

Thank you.

Brother Cadfael.

I thought that boy had something once.

But I mistook his nature.

He is seduced...

by coin.

Not everyone belongs in the house of God, Cadfael.

I share that view, Brother Prior.

itfc subtitles

.