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Identify yourselves.

I'm Landry du Lauzon.

Kill them!

My father
ordered me to find Landry

and his child and kill them.

You'll have to kill me
before I give her up.

You're right
to worry about the future.

France is not always
kind to queens.

I didn't kill your mother.
Your father did.

You are responsible for
my mother's death!

Did my father kill my mother?

Mm-hmm.

Inside the cone is
a powerful black powder

that combusts.

Have we the necessary supply to
bring Chartres Temple

to the ground? We do, Your Majesty.

We march tonight.

Prepare for war!

You have outdone yourself,
Mistress Alice.

It's perfect.

The perfect dress
for a perfect day.

If I may be so bold,

what's the occasion, Your Grace?

Nothing momentous.

Just a sisterly
supper for Princess Margaret

and myself.

Oh. Sounds splendid,
Your Grace.

Oh, it will be splendid,
Mistress Alice.

Splendid, indeed.

Brothers.

Brother.

Templars!
You must open your gates

and present yourselves
to face King Philip's

accusations of heresy!

Arise, Grandmaster De Molay.

I would have words
with you in private.

Your Holiness,
with utmost respect,

our words should be heard
by your most dedicated

and loyal retainers.

Their fate is at stake
here as well as my own.

As you wish.

Claims have been made
that during

Templar admission ceremonies,
your Initiates were forced to

spit on the Cross...

What?!

Deny Christ...

That's a lie.

And engage in indecent kissing.

You are also accused of
worshiping a silver idol,

encouraging brothers
to engage in unnatural acts,

financial corruption,
sorcery, and witchcraft!

Silence, brothers!

You must surrender
to face these charges.

The case will not be adjudicated
by the Royal Court of France,

but the Holy Inquisition, so
King Philip will hold no sway.

You have my word.

You will all receive
a fair trial.

Grandmaster, permission
to speak plainly.

Granted.

We cannot trust this new pope.

He is a puppet of King Philip.

And King Philip was behind
the murder of Pope Boniface.

Grandmaster, if this
madman's words speak

for your whole Order,
then perhaps these

egregious charges
have some merit after all.

But if, as I suspect,
they do not,

I implore you to surrender.

Trust in God's justice.

To remain here within
your fortress walls

will bring disaster
on Mother Church.

Is that how you
and your brothers wish

to be remembered by history?

As the Holy Order of Knighthood
that plunged the church

into bloody civil war!

As much as it pains
and surprises me to say this,

Brother Landry speaks wisdom.

- Aye.
- Aye.

Pope Clement is the master
and father of our Order.

He gives the commands,
and we follow.

Therefore,
secure in our innocence,

we shall march out and surrender
ourselves to King Philip,

trusting Pope Clement's
promise of a fair hearing

before the inquisitors
and complete exoneration

of our Brotherhood.

Grandmaster, please.
I beg you to reconsider.

If we march out
behind those walls,

we march to our certain death.

I do not fear death!

I fear only my own weakness
and inclination to sin.

Now it is you who speak
words of wisdom, Grandmaster.

But if that is the path
that you take...

I cannot follow.

On this question of
surrender to the king,

each brother knight and sergeant
shall decide for himself.

That does not appear
to be all of them.

It's not.

Good.

Where is the criminal
Landry du Lauzon?

Where is Landry?

Anne,
you must return to the keep,

where it's safe.

You honestly believe any place

inside these walls is safe?

You're outnumbered...
And rather vastly.

And under the circumstances,

I believe you need
all the prayers you can get.

So, Sir Jacques De Molay,

Grandmaster of the Templars,
we finally meet in person.

We've met before, Your Majesty.

Twice at court
on official business.

Once, I believe, on the Holy Day
of Christ's birth.

Really?
I don't recall.

One of our meetings
involved lending the crown

a considerable sum,

which you failed to pay back.

You will tell me
all I want to know

of the Chartres Temple.

What weapons you still
have and how many,

the location of
your treasure vaults,

how many men remain within,
how many horses,

how much food, water,
and other supplies.

And the exact location
of the sally port.

What, pray tell,
is a sally port?

A hidden entrance to a fortress,

allowing defenders
to launch sallys... attacks...

Against their besiegers.

Your Holiness,
what of your promise

and guarantee of a fair trial?

Grandmaster, I am not
without sympathy for you

and your brothers.

So I suggest you answer
His Majesty's questions.

For surely you recall
the Book of Matthew,

Chapter 22, Verse 21,
wherein Christ Our Lord,

in His divine wisdom, proclaims,

"Render unto Caesar
that which is his."

I surrendered to face
the charges and prove them

all false, not to discuss

the inner workings
of the Temple.

Your Temple is finished.

You shall ride off
on no more crusades,

fight in no more Holy Wars.

Do you understand?

Landry was right about you.

What's that?

That's the Oriflamme.
Sacred war flag of France.

It means no surrender, no mercy,
just a fight to the death!

Battle positions!

Battle positions!

Guard the wall!

Archers!

Aim!

Here they come!

Loose!

Shields!

Aah!

They're firing again!
Second wave!

Aah!

Attack!

Aah!

Aah!

Follow through, brothers!

Ulric, hold that tower!

Ready!

Easy, easy.

- Back up!
- Back up!

What the hell are they doing?

- Brothers!
- Mother of God!

What was that thing?

It was like a cask
of Greek fire!

Well, whatever it was, the doors
won't survive another.

What do we do, Landry?

That wagon is
full of those things.

Who's the best archer
in the temple?

Fellow Templars of Chartres,

your master is with you!

This way!

Now, steady. That cart
is at least 150 paces away.

No worries, Brother.

Easy as pie.

Well, you bloody well choked on

that piece of pie, didn't you?

This is different from
stag hunting back home.

I had it.
I had it.

Kelton.
Kelton, look at me.

Just breathe.

It's just another
prize stag grazing

on your father's estate.

Just breathe.

Come on, come on.

Hear me, God.

Your father taught you well!

Yes!

I never lost
faith in you, Brother.

Never.

That makes one of us.

My Prince.

How goes the battle?

A draw, thus far.

The Templars have
acquitted themselves well,

defending their walls
and countering all assaults.

But the siege is still young.

And how does my father
handle all this?

Who am I to judge the peaks
and valleys of royalty?

I am but a simple soldier.

A shrewd answer for a man who

feigns simplicity, Sir Gawain.

What are they building?

In a siege, a journeyman
engineer is worth

250 fighting men,
a highly skilled master, 500.

What these men build is victory.

My liege.

Oh, there she is.

Margaret of Burgundy.

I've so looked forward to this.

You take me by surprise.

I love surprises
and assumed you would, too.

Shall we eat, drink,
and be merry?

Is that coq au vin?

What could be better
for two radiant princesses

than cock and wine?

You are so bad.

Mm, a Burgundian vintage
from the Abbey of Bèze

to go with the rooster
and make you even more at home.

To good health and long life.

So good.

Mmm.

As good as the pinot noir?

Better.

So, the future
Queen of France declares

that cock tastes
better than wine?

How goes your wedding plans?

Oh, no.

I'm here for food, drink,
and the joy of your company,

not to sulk over my future.

Agreed.

Let us set the future aside

in favor of the present.

To sisterhood.

Sisterhood.

Sweet dreams, little one.

And you will grow strong

and reverent and kind,

untouched by all of this pain.

That is my dream.

Shh.

Sleep now.
Sleep, sleep, sleep.

Yeah.

My father
keeps me under lock and key

and watchful eye.

But you and your bedchamber
are Louis' concern.

And my brother knows
there's no more trustworthy

and loyal wife in all the world
than Margaret of Burgundy.

So I beg you, Sister,
as my future Queen, indulge me.

Go ahead, then.

Indulge yourself.

Oh.

Apologies for
interrupting your communion

with our Lord and Savior,
but I think it'll

do the men good to see
their master amongst them.

Morale is high,
but it needs to remain so

if we're to survive
this day and those to come.

I worry for the future, Landry.

Don't. Don't.
We have enough food and water

to hold out for weeks,
if not months.

And after Philip's
first attack, there'll be

a lull in fighting.
We can take advantage.

We can send couriers
through the siege lines

and get messages
to our Temples in

Champagne, Arville,
Normandy, Brittany, Anjou.

Our brothers, they
will answer our call.

That I'm sure.

You misunderstand me, Brother.

I don't fear for the future
of Chartres Temple.

I worry about the future
of the Order itself.

I fear it is the end times.

The world is upside down.
We're adrift.

We're adrift together.

Hm.

Who would ever put
the two of us in the same boat?

Man plans, God laughs.

I went to sleep a soldier
in the pope's army.

And I woke up as his foe.

How can this be, Landry?

How can we defy the pope?

Christ's vicar on Earth?

The pope is just a man.

A month ago,
he was called Raymond De Goth,

and he was Archbishop
of Bordeaux.

He doesn't defend the faith.

He defends the king.

And we do not fight for him.

We fight for God.

And each other.

Master Berenger!
Landry!

You must come to
the ramparts at once!

A siege tower.

A bloody big one at that.

Once it's upright, sir,

there's nothing
we can do with it.

That tower can carry
60 men, including spearmen,

swordsmen, crossbowmen,
or archers.

And in order
to defend against it,

we're gonna have to abandon
the rest of the walls.

Leaving them vulnerable
to attack.

Maybe I could hit it
with the fire arrows,

like I did with the wagon.

No good. Before they
come within bow shot

of those walls, they'll be
covered from top to bottom

in fresh animal hides,
which don't burn.

That's what the Mamluks
did at Acre

when Gawain was there.

If that siege tower
gets to our walls,

our temple will fall.

Master Berenger.

Might this not be
a good time to follow Rule 25

of our Holy Order?

Break out the wine,
divide it equally

amongst all of our brothers.

Unfortunately,
we don't have enough wine.

Nor enough men to defend
against that siege tower.

No. No, we don't,
which is why we should do

what they least expect.

We should bring
the fight to them.

Christ be with me.
Christ within me.

Anne.

I've been praying, Tancrede.

For us.

And I've come to believe
that if God sees fit

for us to continue
to draw breath into our lungs,

we should start a new life.

Together.

You draw them to the far tent.

We'll do the rest.

Godspeed to you, brothers.

And to you.

Do you have news for your king?

Landry managed to
escape my grasp.

I am aware of that.

I'm sorry, Father.

But I did kill the child.

Well done, my son.

And no apology needed.

The child is what matters most.

Yes, Father.

Before he escaped me,
Landry and I had words.

What words were these?

Evil words.

Lies and tricks.

As if the devil himself
held parlay with me.

Landry's a monster.

A demon who needs to be
sent back to hell

so Queen Joan may
rest in peace...

and you and I can move on.

But I swear by all that's holy,
I will see the wretch

that murdered my mother pay
for his awful crimes.

Rest and heal,
my beloved prince.

You shall have your
chance soon enough.

Princess Margaret?

Princess Margaret!

What are you staring at, woman?

Did you not know
that your mistress

is the Princess of Love?

Fire!

Fire at the north end of camp!

Templars in the camp!

Drop your swords!

What you waiting for,
your balls to drop?

No, no, no. No.

We must go back
for our brothers.

We can't, Landry.
We can't!

Get back inside now,

before the sally port's
discovered.

We've no choice.

Come on, brothers.

- How did it go?
- Perfectly.

We waited for her handmaid,
as you instructed.

She was quite horrified
at the indecent tableau.

And Margaret?

Sleeping like a baby.

I have a gift for you both.

Borromean rings, meant to
represent the Holy Trinity.

Most appropriate for the three
of us, don't you think?

I had them inscribed.

"Gautier."

"Philippe."

And "Isabella."

The ship is the Saint Marie,
out of Dieppe.

Ride hard and be at
the Harfleur docks by dawn.

Until we meet again, my loves.

Bastards!

Next time you face me
in single combat,

like men, and I will
gut you like hogs!

You cowards!

Your two comrades are dead,

and your former Grandmaster,
the great Jacques De Molay,

well, he doesn't look quite so
impressive anymore, does he?

He paid the price
for his obstinance,

thanks to the efforts of
my esteemed inquisitor.

So tell me, Kelton Fitz Laval,

what price are
you prepared to pay?

Hands?

Feet?

Balls?

Cock?

The list goes on.

Shh, shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh.

Where is the sally port hidden?

What do you think
England is like?

Cold and miserable,
from what I hear.

But fear not.

We'll be warm
in Isabella's embrace.

Of that I am sure.

Drop your swords
and surrender to the king

on charges of high treason.

We are innocent
of any such charge.

We have no quarrel
with you, sir.

There must be some
misunderstanding.

No!
Philippe!

Brother Vasant.

Brother Landry.

Losing Kelton hurts.

But he may yet live, and if not,

then he gave his life
to defend us all.

Keeping a close eye on
the men in your ranks, eh?

I guess you really were
master of the Paris Temple.

I have a confession to make.

I don't belong here.

Of course you do.

No, you don't understand.

I was never a Knight.

My name isn't even Vasant.

What are you saying?

I met the real Vasant
on the road.

He'd been ambushed by brigands,

mortally wounded,
and left for dead.

I buried the poor bugger,

took his horse and sword,
figured he wasn't

needing those anymore,

and then completed his journey
to the Chartres Temple.

He told me of this
place before he died.

And somehow I fooled everyone
into thinking I was he.

You've proven yourself

time and time again

with your devotion...

your bravery, fighting skills.

You do belong here, Vasant...

or whatever your real name is.

Your secret is safe with me.

Most every man lives
a lie at some point.

Be thankful you and I
are among the few

blessed by God

with a second chance
to live the truth.

- Come with me, quickly.
- Where?

Someplace safe.

You traitorous bastard!

Aah!

Keep silent, and you hide
here until I come back.

Tell Tancrede that I love him.
That I've always loved him.

You can tell him yourself
when all this is over.

I need you to listen carefully.

If we lose this battle
and I don't return,

this is what you must do.

Aaaah!

Templars!

Templars, lay down your weapons,
or Landry dies!

No! Keep fighting!
Keep fighting!

Fight!

We were your brothers!

Your brothers!

No.

No! No!

No!

No!

Landry du Lauzon,
traitor to France,

murderer, heretic,

I'm bringing you home.