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(Dramatic medieval music)

- Ah!

My champions.

The flower of Norman chivalry.

The finest warriors in all christendom, eh, fitzurse?

Who vowed to ah, to crush the saxons, did you not?

- What mortal man could do

we did, sire.

- Mortal?

Mortal?

- All would have gone well for us, sire,

were it not for the black knight.

- And who is the black knight?

Eh?

(Scoffing)

Damn this feast!

- [Waldemar] Oh, enjoy it, sire,

as you watch the Saxon lords envy our Norman pleasures.

Mmm?

- Bois guilbert.

This same Saxon, sir wilfred of ivanhoe,

who so recently deposited you on the green grass of england.

Were you not in Austria with him?

- I was, sire.

Why?

- With my lion-hearted brother, who was so ignobly betrayed?

- I used all my strength in his defense, sire.

- So much so, my lord, that you abandoned

the king of england to imprisonment

and returned home without him.

- It was not I who betrayed him.

(Soft dramatic music)

Sire.

- Am I not fortunate, fitzurse,

to be surrounded by such men of honor?

- They're searching for ivanhoe.

- Prince John wants him to attend the feast.

It seems that Saxon valor must be rewarded.

- We cannot attend that feast.

They hate him and us.

- What kind of Saxon queen will you make, lady,

if you submit at the first threat?

- Well then, I shall search for him.

- You will not!

- And who shall prevent me?

- It was our victory today.

- What victory there was, my lord,

belongs to ivanhoe, not to you.

- Enough!

Come!

- Cedric!

I'll not have Rowena subjected to Norman chivalry!

Let her stay.

- Saddle the horses!

- The lady Rowena will be here tonight.

- And her intended husband.

- This land is governed by a fool, De bracy.

- Who cements the very stones of his castle with spies.

- Not John.

Fitzurse.

If the man had any wit,

he'd realize John will simply forbid this marriage.

- No.

It would be unwise to risk such provocation.

- Unless he can find her a more suitable husband.

Fitzurse himself.

- He'd never do that.

- A Norman chancellor married to a Saxon Princess.

Powerful allies to the king of a divided nation.

- Fitzurse is twice her age!

- True.

(Bright medieval music)

And war, politics and marriage belong to younger men.

(Herbs crackling)

- [Ivanhoe] You saved my life.

- It wasn't that deep a wound.

- Bois guilbert would have murdered me.

I'm in your debt.

- [Rebecca] You owe me nothing.

- [Ivanhoe] There are some who'd say

you're a strange Jew, then.

- There are some who say that the world balances

on the shell of a giant tortoise.

But you and I know better.

- [Ivanhoe] Well, you put yourself at great risk

for me today.

- [Rebecca] There was no chance to tell your father.

- It will not matter to him.

- And the lady you crowned queen of love and beauty?

- Rowena of rotherwood.

We were childhood sweethearts.

- And now?

- Betrothed to lord athelstane.

A Saxon lord.

- Oh.

(People chatting in background)

(Medieval flute music)

(People chatting and laughing in background)

- Madam, madam!

Madam, your face will sour the wine.

It matters not if one guest devours

what is meant for all.

It's only two days' work for my falconers

to catch so many sparrows.

(Laughing)

- Sparrows?

- [Louis] I count five so far, my lord.

- You will forgive us.

We're not used to such delicate fare.

- Of course, I, too, prefer fat meat when in england.

To keep out the cold. (Bird squawking)

- Do you plan to sprout one of these magnificent

Saxon bushes for the same purpose?

- I sincerely hope not.

His penitents might think that they we're confessing

to woden or thunor.

- Who is it you people worship?

- The same god as you.

- [Louis] Ah-ha.

- Who smiled more on your endeavors

at the tourney than upon ours.

- [Louis] Yes, your son, the champion, I understand?

- Where is lord ivanhoe tonight?

It's such a pity he could not be here.

We would be honored by the presence of one so famed

for bravery and for loyalty

as your son.

- I have no son.

- Well, I dare say my lord front De boeuf

will sleep easier for that.

You can have no objection if torquilstone

remains with sir Reginald.

- Let any man try and take it from me,

and I will send him to hell in small pieces.

- Now, now, now, our guests are terrified by

our table manners.

Let's not intimidate them further with threats.

(Laughing)

- We accepted your hospitality in good faith.

Why do you abuse us?

- I abuse you, lord Cedric?

No, no, it is rather I who am aggrieved by your abuse.

(Bird squawking)

Have you not just betrothed your ward Rowena to this man?

- And what abuse is that?

- The marriage of any noble, even a Saxon,

is within my gift

and requires my permission.

You've not asked for my permission.

And I shall not Grant it.

(Soft dramatic music)

(People murmuring)

(People laughing) (Bird squawking)

- The king has the right to forbid a marriage,

but he is not the king.

If we await Richard's consent, we may never marry.

- Then we await nothing.

We summon a priest to wed you tomorrow at rotherwood.

Not even John will dare break the laws of god.

- [Rebecca] Drink this.

- Uh! (Coughing)

(Laughing)

- Rebecca.

What are you doing?

- I'm tending a wounded man.

- Aye-yi, that is not what you're doing!

Not with the soft eyes and the foolish smiles

and the little caresses.

Tending?

That is offering yourself!

- How dare you!

- How dare I?

Because you are my daughter and I love you.

Because I expected more of you.

Because I thought I knew you better.

- Why?

Because he is a wicked Christian?

- No!

Yes.

Because he is a good, honest, kind Christian,

and so, very possibly, worthy of your love.

And that will make it all the more painful for you

when it comes to nothing.

As it must.

- Do you think I don't know that?

- Then why?

- Because I have no choice.

What should I do, father?

Cut out the heart god gave me

so I feel neither joy nor sorrow?

- No.

- Become a shadow,

mimicking acts of compassion and love

for fear of the consequences of the real thing?

- It doesn't have to be like that.

- Oh, it does!

Look at me.

Am I not beautiful?

Am I not blessed with intelligence?

Do I not strive for virtue and honor?

- Rebecca...

- and yet in the eyes and heart of every Christian man,

I am as a leper because I am a Jew.

- Are you become ashamed of your faith?

- No.

And never shall.

But if I fear pain, then I should fear love.

And if I fear love, then I truly shall become a leper.

And I will not do that.

- They walked out of my feast.

- Your grace, we cannot afford an uprising, not now.

- Sire.

You might kill two birds with one stone.

Betroth the lady Rowena to a Norman lord.

You'll not only give honor to the saxons,

but also prevent all thoughts of uprising.

Bridges might be built.

(Kiss smacking)

- And was it beyond your wit to suggest this, hmm?

Are you married, De bracy?

- A widower, sire.

- [Waldemar] Sire, you can't!

- Fitzurse, is a Norman married to a Saxon

to be trusted as chancellor?

- [Waldemar] Er, forgive me, sire.

My chagrin stems from the fact

that I did not think of the idea myself.

(Horse neighing)

(Dramatic music)

- [Soldier] Open up! (Knocking)

Open the door!

- [Isaac] Quick, hide.

Norman soldiers.

- [Rebecca] What is it that you want?

- [Soldier] Who lives here?

- Only my family.

- [Isaac] What is it you want?

- [Soldier] Get out of the way!

- [Soldier] Over here.

(Dramatic music)

(Birds flapping)

(Window thudding)

(Laughing)

- Dear god, De bracy, you're even more

of an idiot than I thought.

This woman, this lady Rowena,

she doesn't even want to marry one of her own.

What the devil makes you think

she'd want to leap into bed with you?

Or is her not wanting to part of the fun?

- I shall be an honorable husband to her.

- Oh, I'm sure you will.

But a hated one.

She'll lock her door against you from the first night.

That or cuckold you with the nearest kitchen boy.

- That's his business, not yours.

Get out!

He's drunk!

- No, no, perhaps he's right.

God knows there have been enough battlefields

in my life without making one by my own hearth.

- What would he know?

The only women he's had were taken by force.

(Thudding)

The lady Rowena might well come to love you.

- Do you really think so?

Pigs might fly!

- Make her love you.

Be Valiant, be noble.

Perform heroic deeds for her.

- I've never known you to play the fool, bois guilbert.

Heroic deeds!

- Tomorrow, when they're on the road home

through the forest,

earn her gratitude by rescuing her from outlaws.

- Hmm?

What outlaws?

- Us, you fool!

Why wait till tomorrow?

Why don't we just go and take her?

Now, huh?

In fact, since she'd hate either of us,

why don't I just have her?

Come on!

- She's promised to De bracy!

And besides,

her consent will be much more satisfying.

(Gate creaking loudly)

Well, did you find him?

- [Soldier] Ivanhoe's not in these parts, my lord.

- [Soldier] We couldn't find him.

- [Brian] Damn!

(Grunting)

- [Ivanhoe] Agh!

- Thank you.

The horse, please.

- Why did I allow you to persuade me to such foolishness?

- Father!

Ivanhoe was a knight of king Richard.

A noble Saxon whose friends will also be regarded kindly

if Richard claims his throne again.

- Who is it that teaches women

to twist logic to their own purpose?

Farewell, Nathan.

(Bird squawking)

- You'll live to regret this, De bracy.

- It's a harmless deception.

- By whom?

- We capture the fair Rowena,

I quietly slip away...

- and then you return like a hero to rescue her.

But who will guard her virtue while you're gone?

He who has ravished his way from Jerusalem to Paris.

- Don't be ridiculous, man.

He devised the plot to help me.

- And when did sir Brian De bois guilbert

help any but himself?

- You may bring your own woman if you choose.

But there are many under my roof

who will serve as well.

Plenty to do.

I run a good home farm and the best still room in the shire.

And if you like, I'll find you another fool.

- Why would she want two fools under one roof?

- [Athelstane] I wasn't talking about you.

- No, neither was I.

(Laughing)

- The chase is on.

(Bird squawking)

- Ride! Ride!

(Grunting)

Damn wheel!

- Nothing to worry about.

Stay there.

- There!

Do I look like an outlaw?

- You look like the barbarian you are.

(Laughing)

- Don't let him turn a small adventure

into mass slaughter.

- Oh, and he tells me that I must guard against

you abducting the lady Rowena.

- I have no interest in Rowena of rotherwood.

- [Wamba] Uncle!

Can gurth ride in the carriage with me?

- [Cedric] He stays where he is.

(Horse neighing) (Horse hooves clomping)

- [Rebecca] What are we going to do?

- I don't know.

(Horse hooves clomping)

- [Athelstane] Whoa!

- [Isaac] Good sirs.

- Isaac of York.

- A poor man in need of some help.

- Prince John's moneylender.

- All right.

A man who will pay in gold for a small service.

- Keep your gold.

- It is your father.

- Say nothing of me.

Rebecca, find out about gurth.

- Mend their wagon.

- You don't own me any more.

Oh!

- Oh, yes, I do!

Now, come on!

- No!

(Horse hooves clomping) (Dramatic music)

I'll do nothing for you.

- Sir, we would all be indebted to you.

- For the lady but not for you.

- Is that his daughter?

- I don't know, my lady.

(Horse hooves clomping) (Dramatic music)

- [Rebecca] More, a little more.

- [Isaac] Just a little higher.

- Nearly there.

Nearly.

(Grunting)

- Move! Move!

(Grunting)

- [Gurth] I can't do it on my own.

(Grunting)

- [Rebecca] Higher.

- A little bit. (Grunting)

Yes, that's it.

Up, up.

- [Rebecca] A little more.

- Higher, higher now.

(Grunting)

Just a little bit.

Yes, yes, higher.

Come on.

A little.

(Grunting)

Yes! Yes!

- Gurth, thank you.

And now we may travel safely on to York.

- Wha?

(Horse neighing) (Dog barking)

(Dramatic music)

- Athelstane!

(Laughing)

(Men yelling)

(Grunting)

Come here!

- [Rebecca] No!

- [Reginald] Get her out!

- Uh!

(Grunting)

- No!

Get off!

(Dog barking)

(Dog whimpering)

- Fang!

Fang!

(Dog whimpering)

- [Brian] Tie them up.

- Here.

Here, take this.

- Not a bad way to make a living. (Laughing)

(Dramatic music)

Go on then, man.

Go!

(Grunting)

You're no more an outlaw than I am!

- [Rebecca] No!

- [Reginald] Hold him!

- Stop!

We agreed, no killing!

- [Rebecca] Master bracy.

- [Maurice] Lady Rowena.

- What in god's name are you doing, De bracy?

(Punch smacking)

De bracy!

I use all my wits to win you a wife.

- Do you, sir Brian?

I will not be a party to this madness any longer.

- Oh, will you not?

Well then, now that you have called the tune,

everyone here will have to pay the Piper!

- Let them go, man.

- [Brian] And have them bleat to prince John

about the foolishness of his future chancellor?

- Dead sheep don't bleat.

- Nor do they tell where they keep their gold.

We'll hold these good people as our guests.

We'll take them to torquilstone.

(Water rushing)

(Horn blaring)

- [Tuck] Go away!

- Worthy father, I am bewildered by the forest.

All I ask is a little charity.

- Go away.

- Do you know who I am?

- I don't care who you are!

I'm a poor hermit.

I take charity, I don't give it.

- Then will you sell me food and drink?

- Aye, maybe.

- [Richard] Venison?

- Now you've seen it, you're as guilty as me.

We'll both hang if you tell.

So, no more questions.

Eat the king's venison.

Thank the good lord for his Providence.

- The good lord provides other food than venison.

- Aye, but none as tasty.

- Worth hanging for?

- Listen, virtuous beggar.

If I taste anything a Norman wants, I risk hanging.

If I farm land a Norman wants to farm,

I risk hanging.

If a Norman steps in my shadow when

he wants to walk in sunlight, I risk hanging.

So if I'm going to hang, it'll be with a full belly,

and sod the lot of them.

- Was it thus in Richard's day?

- Don't know.

I can't remember him ever being here.

No.

There was a time round these parts

when men left each other pretty much at peace.

Before prince John made thieves and beggars of us all.

- Prince John?

- Where have you been?

- Palestine.

- Then you're one of the reasons

for our benighted condition, aren't you?

- And you're a benighted monk

to rail against a holy crusade!

- Holy crusade!

Richard empties the coffers to pay for it

and John taxes us to the bone to fill them again.

Oh, you can tell they sprung

from the same womb, all right.

(Metal clanking in background)

Nothing here to tell me the reliefs,

the immersements, fines for favors.

How can I know what to Levy, hmm?

Incompetence.

Conrad De montfitchet.

My lords.

- Fitzurse.

- Montfitchet.

How long have you been in england?

- Since dawn yesterday.

I came straight here.

- What I know he knows.

- The grand master of the knights templar is in France.

He means to sail for england as soon as the wind is fair.

- Oh, why such urgency?

- The grand master wishes it to be known

that he would look favorably

upon a conjunction of your power and his,

for the better governance of certain lands

across the sea and of this realm of england,

and of our own order,

for our mutual profit.

Prosperity.

- A noble endeavor.

- Lucas De beaumanoir has the ear of the pope.

No prince has so wise a counselor.

- His grace prostrates himself before the power,

spiritual and temporal, of his holiness,

just as he reveres and respects

the powers, spiritual and military,

of the grand master.

- For which the grand master...

- needs your grace's help.

His crusade against saladin was a disaster.

By the fall of acre, he saw his templar knights,

holy warrior monks,

forsake their vows, become debauched,

corrupt, profane even.

His new crusade is to purge our own order.

What is there in my own house which so offends him?

- The behavior of our templar knight, bois guilbert.

Your champion.

It's a matter of grave concern.

And those nearest to him may, alas,

be thought tainted with the same poison.

- Really?

- I tell you, sire, as a friend,

of all his qualities, Lucas De beaumanoir

is not best known for his forgiveness.

(Thunder clapping)

(Chanting)

- Sir.

The captain says he won't sail

till the weather opens up, sir.

Probably not till tomorrow.

- Pray.

'Tis the power of sorcery that raises storms

against god's holy purpose.

And the power of prayer can calm them.

Pray.

- Oh.

- What are we going to do?

- Rescue them.

- How?

We don't even know where they've gone.

- I do.

Torquilstone, they said.

(Branch snapping)

- So, a fool, a swineherd and a broken dog

are going to lay siege to a castle?

- [Locksley] Back for more, master gurth?

- Oh, no.

- And I see you've brought your reinforcements with ya.

- Are these your friends of yours?

- I wouldn't say that.

- Planning a siege on your own, are you?

- Don't need your help.

- Yes, we do.

Everyone we know has been captured.

- Oh, the least we can do is show you the way, eh?

- Here, let me take him.

(Wagon rattling)

- What have we here, my precious?

More chickens for the pot.

(Dramatic music)

- Will he be all right then?

- Aye, his pride is wounded more than his flesh.

- [Little John] Yeah, you old faker!

- Where are we goin'?

- To get a friar.

- A priest?

- [Gurth] What?

- [Locksley] I know that horse.

- [Little John] Come on.

- [Locksley] Tuck!

- What do you want?

- [Locksley] Who's with you?

- He was lost.

I told him where to go and offered him hosp,

I gave him a drink.

- [Locksley] Fine friends you keep, priest.

- Do you know who I am?

(Laughing)

- Aye, I do.

(Laughing)

- [Richard] Ah!

(Water splashing)

- A drunken sot who needs sobering.

- [Richard] Why, you whore's son!

- Tuck, in.

- Oh, aye.

I think not.

- [Locksley and little John] Yaaah!

(Water splashing)

- You bastard, Locksley!

- We need your strength. - You bastards!

- [Little John] What about him?

- [Tuck] You bastards!

- [Locksley] Yeah, maybe.

- [Richard] Ah!

- [Reginald] Wait!

- [Rowena] Get off me!

No!

- [Reginald] On your feet!

- Get off him!

Ah!

- [Brian] Put them in the great hall!

(Rowena crying)

Your prize, De bracy!

Enjoy her.

- And I have my prize.

- No!

- He may look scrawny, but I'll wager

there's more flesh on him than meets the eye.

- [Reginald] Get in there!

Strip him and start the fire!

- And how will you deal with me?

(Grunting)

- [Soldier] Come on.

(Grunting)

- You have no business here, you fly-blown hag!

Get back to that dung heap you inhabit!

(Door lock thudding)

(Footsteps thudding)

(Grunting)

- Don't say a word.

Sir desdecado.

- [Ivanhoe] Kill me.

- I shall.

- But my death will not serve your purpose.

- And why should I not kill a traitor?

- Because he'll know the truth.

Kill me and you confess your own sin.

- The truth shall die with you!

(Dramatic music)

So that's how it is.

(Dramatic music)

Urfried, take her upstairs.

- [Rebecca] Where is my father?

I was mistress here once.

The men would come into the kitchen

and throw game birds and hens into my arms.

"Look after that," they'd say.

And I would

rip the feathers

from their skins,

ready for the fire.

Oh, yes.

I'll look after you.

- [Louis] I left them in the forest, sire.

- Where are they now?

- Torquilstone, sire.

- Whose idea was this?

Hmm?

- My lord De bracy.

Along with front De boeuf and bois guilbert.

I thought you should know, sire.

- I shall execute them.

Hmm, I shall impale their heads on spikes

and watch as the ravens feast on their eyes.

- Is it really so serious, sire?

It might be possible...

- serious?

No.

No, it's not serious.

Two noble earls abducted by my champions.

Are you mad?

What do you think the rest of the Saxon swine will do?

Sit on their fat arses and watch?

(Sighing)

- When your brother hears of this,

he'll use it against you.

- [Louis] King Richard's in england?

- One more word from you and you shall watch

as I eat your liver for breakfast.

- Be assured of my loyalty, sire.

- When I want your loyalty, I shall buy it.

- Sire, your papers are burning.

- [Waldemar] Do something, winkelbrand,

or you may burn with the rest of us.

(Foot thudding)

- Prince John will hear of this.

- No, he won't.

- He depends upon me for money.

- You're not the only rich Jew in england.

But you're the only one in my castle.

A slow fire!

No smoke!

I don't want you sleeping in the fumes.

- Nay, nay.

- Come on, wake up!

Stay awake!

- Nay, nay!

- Nay, nay, nay!

What is this mumbo-jumbo?

- Despite appearances, madam, there was no harm intended.

- No harm?

You ambush and take six innocent people by force

and you tell me that you meant no harm?

Well, in god's name, De bracy,

tell me what you did intend.

- To win your hand in marriage.

Last night, prince John forbad your union

with lord athelstane and proposed that I should wed you.

A Norman-Saxon alliance.

- So, yet again, I'm to be forced

into a marriage of convenience.

- Madam, I will take nothing that is not freely given.

Lady Rowena, it is well-known

that you have no love for lord athelstane.

But there are Norman lords who would please you even less.

Consent to marry me and you'll be treated

with kindness and with great respect.

I should strive to earn your love.

(Scoffing)

Believe it or not,

I have always loved virtue and honor.

And when both shine from one so fair, I...

- Your courtship has had a poor start, sir Maurice.

- But is it beyond redemption?

- Keep lord athelstane and lord Cedric safe.

- [Locksley] How many men do you think we'll lose?

- [Tuck] More than we want to, for sure.

- [Locksley] We don't even know if they're still alive.

- I know front De boeuf of old.

He'll lay waste to the countryside

just for the pleasure of it.

And by dawn, he'll have murdered all the prisoners.

So, we lead an attack.

- What, us against them?

I'd sooner break into the tower of London!

- You're not drinking, tuck?

- No.

Not any more.

- We attack at nightfall.

- No.

We wait until dawn.

- There's nothing to be gained if they're all dead.

- [Gurth] How can we know that?

- We get someone inside the castle.

- Where have you been?

- My horse broke his leg, my lord.

- I've already told you where my money is.

- You have, yes.

- Then what is it you want from me?

- You Jews always have more than you say.

- Ah! Argh!

Have mercy on me!

- Did our lord Jesus Christ beg for mercy

when they crucified him?

Huh?

Did the Jews listen?

- Five thousand marks

is all I have in the world!

- It was only two last time.

- And three more when you return my daughter to me unharmed.

- I can simply go to your house and take the money.

And bois guilbert has his own plans

for your whore of a daughter.

- No!

No, no, wait!

(Door lock clanking)

- Leave us.

Do you know how many godless harlots like you I've had?

Give me one reason why I should treat you differently.

- Reason is a gift from god to civilized men.

It has no place in this room.

Do what you please.

You may abuse and destroy my body as you will

but you will never touch my soul.

- Oh, so that's your game.

And who will touch your soul, lady?

My lord of ivanhoe?

Would you abandon your own survival so easily

if his depends on yours?

(Dramatic music)

(Thudding)

(Dramatic music)

- Do you really think ivanhoe would have me

buy his freedom with my corruption?

Are you so far damned?

- Aye, lady, I am.

And I ask forgiveness from no one.

(Arrow thudding)

- Admit it.

You never sought to find me a wife.

- Didn't I?

- Only to spite lord ivanhoe.

- Who's been whispering in your ear?

- Someone has sent us a letter.

- Who?

- Read it.

There'll be no cowards' talk

of simply freeing prisoners.

We'll set a ransom and get what we can.

Then I'll send them back with their throats

opened and their tongues cut out.

- God, but you're a damn fool, man.

- And you are in my castle,

guarded by my men,

and my word holds good here

against you, prince John, king Richard,

or the devil himself.

(Laughing)

- "And we demand that you restore Cedric of rotherwood,

"lady Rowena, lord athelstane of coningsburgh

"and the Jews of York to us forthwith,

"or accept the consequences."

Signed wamba the fool and gurth the swineherd, his Mark.

- I'll send them an answer.

- When I first came here, athelstane,

I must have been six, seven.

The logs in this hearth would Blaze at yuletide

to light the whole room.

- What about Rowena?

- This was a great Saxon house.

There was a young maid.

Ulrika, I think.

- What about Rowena?

Will they ransom her?

Or will they use her for themselves?

- We children, we'd,

we'd steal goblets of mead from the table.

And he'd put his great arms round us. (Chuckles)

- [Athelstane] Cedric! (Metal clanging)

(Dramatic music)

- I seek gurth the swineherd and wamba the fool.

You need have no fear.

I come unarmed.

(Fire crackling)

I am Joseph, lord front De boeuf's steward,

sent by my master to give you this.

And to say that you may send in a priest

tomorrow morning to give the rest of

your Saxon friends the last rites.

(Coyote howling)

(Dramatic music)

(Coyote howling)

(Speaking in foreign language)

(Dramatic medieval music)