Original subtitles

[Dramatic instrumental music]

[Thwacking]

[Soft instrumental music]

- Dying is easy, lady.

The knife, the sword, one cut,

and the soul flies straight to god.

But 30 years in a cell,

at the mercy of any who choose to abuse you,

withering, drying, hating.

What god would want your soul after that?

Submit to me and you'll fly like a bird.

- I submit only to the will of god.

- No.

You would submit to the will of ivanhoe.

[Door creaks open]

- He'll die.

They all die.

- Urfried.

How long have you been in this castle?

- 30 years.

- I will have your soul.

[Suspenseful music]

- Is his skin hot?

- [Urfried] He stinks and sweats like every other man.

- Please, take me to him.

Ivanhoe!

A spider puts its prey in a web

to keep its flesh from rotting.

The web has the same power on human flesh.

Go to my father's cart.

There is a box, bring it to me.

And fetch me some monkshood.

[Soft instrumental music]

[Birds chirping]

- [Guard] What do you want?

- Pax vobiscum, my son.

I come in pace to give the last rites

to some prisoners.

- [Guard] Fetch the master!

[Wind howling]

- You must rue the day you ever heard

the name ivanhoe.

- No.

[Gentle string music]

I may not love thee. - Nor I, thee.

- It is against my faith. - And mine.

- Let go your hold on me, sir.

- If you let go your hold on me.

- Wait a minute.

You're no priest.

- Are you willing to wager your immortal soul on that?

Kill a priest, you will be excommunicated.

- I am a good Christian.

- Then take me to your prisoners.

- Who asked you to come?

- They call themselves gurth the swineherd

and wamba the fool.

- And what did they think they were going to do,

storm the castle?

- The affairs of outlaws are no concern of a priest.

I am merely here to give the last rites

to some condemned men.

- Take him.

- Outlaws?

[Thwacking]

[Suspenseful music]

[Birds cawing]

- [Guard] A priest come to give you the last rites.

- Bow your heads.

And prepare to meet thy god.

- Well, go on then.

- First I must hear their confessions.

- God knows fitzurse and his taxes

have driven enough men into the forest.

Men willing to rescue their Saxon, lord Cedric,

or die in the attempt.

- Do you trust the priest?

- He is a priest.

- De bracy, send a message to your free companions.

They'll flush out these rats from their holes.

- [Man] Stand clear!

[Tree creaking]

[Thudding]

- So many visitors as I haven't seen since I was a girl.

Save we didn't have a holy man to shrive us then.

- A priest?

- Is he still here?

- I've just seen him.

- Oh, no, just a little.

- [Urfried] Drink.

- Urfried.

Help me?

[Suspenseful music]

- [Cedric] I also confess the sin of gluttony.

- [Wamba] On how many occasions?

- Michaelmas.

Uh, imbolc.

- You celebrate a pagan festival?

That is grievous indeed, my son.

[Door bangs]

- Sweet jesu.

- Take these robes, my lord.

Tell the godless bastards you've done

what you came to do, then make for the forest

as fast as you can.

- I can't let you do this, wamba.

- Oswald is dead, my lord.

The rest will die if you do not.

[Suspenseful music]

[Muffled chatter]

- [Cedric] Do I look the part?

- More than I ever did.

- I shan't forget this, my fool.

- Forgive gurth, my lord.

[Suspenseful music]

- Father!

- What are you doing here?

- I found the priest.

Sir, there is a man here who might be

comforted by your attentions.

- I must return to my prior.

- But a true father should care for his sons...

- no, you'll put us all in danger.

Go!

Who are you?

- The wyliken.

♪ Hoppe wyliken, hoppe wyliken ♪

♪ england is thine and mine ♪

He sang like an angel and swam in the lake

with my brothers.

Have I changed so much, Cedric?

- Ulrika?

- Urfried.

They even took my name away.

- All wolfganger's kin died with him.

- Aye, my father, my brothers, my husband.

Even...

They snatched her from my arms

and hurled her from the tower.

- And they let you live?

In perfidy and dishonor.

- 50 men should be enough for this rabble.

- Where is the priest?

- I'll catch him at the gate.

Teach him the difference between the love of god

and the fear of him.

- Perhaps we might simply offer him a little silver?

- What?

- And then a little more on completion of his errand.

- Well, if it's your silver.

- King Richard will be free tomorrow.

- Very possibly.

- The affairs of the papacy do not interest you,

prior aymer?

- Brother ambrose, when I told monseigneur malvoisin...

- [gurth] That's prior aymer.

If he's going to torquilstone, he'll recognise wamba.

- [Little John] Aye, my lord.

- [Aymer] What?

Who are you?

- You must make ready.

I have seen your father. - My father?

- Give them money and they'll go away.

- Hardly even sport any more, is it?

[Whacking] [Horse neighs]

[Dramatic music] [Men shouting]

- [Aymer] What is it that you want?

- Come on, father. - Where are you taking me?

- Now!

Cedric.

Forgive me.

[Soft instrumental music]

- Priest!

Good father, a small service?

Take this to the free companions

camped at laughten-le-morthern.

Uh, wait.

The captain will pay you twice this on receipt.

You'll do that for me? - It's on my way.

[Suspenseful music]

[Horse neighs]

- There are outlaws in the forest.

They have taken prior aymer. - Who leads them?

- A black knight. - That priest!

He must have come right through them.

Stop that priest!

Come on, move!

There he is.

Stop him!

[Dramatic music]

- [Man] Shoot!

[Shrieking]

[Horse neighs]

- Is this the black knight? - Of course it is.

- Kill the prisoners. - No!

You said we'd ransom them.

- You do not give orders here, De bracy.

I'll kill them myself.

- If it is Richard, our lives will be forfeit.

- Richard?

To arms!

Get thee to the south wall!

Man the barbican!

Move!

[Speaking in foreign language]

- [Urfried] Does it hurt?

[Grinding]

[Chains clinking]

- [Man] Lower it down.

Steady.

- [Rebecca] Urfried?

- Must keep them safe. - Urfried!

- A sword and armor for lord Cedric.

Men of the greenwood,

you may be unlearned in the arts of war,

but you are well versed in strength,

courage, and righteousness.

May god guide your eye.

May every arrow find its Mark.

Follow me!

[Horse neighs]

- He's done this before, hasn't he?

- On!

[Suspenseful music]

- Ah!

- Where do you think you're going?

- What have you done to raise such a storm?

- Stay true to your vow of silence, priest.

[Ambrose shrieks]

[Men shouting]

[Gate bangs]

- They've started to attack.

Cedric must have reached them!

[Suspenseful music]

[Rocks thudding]

[Fire crackling]

- You two.

Leave him and get to the barbican!

[Isaac groaning]

- [Guard] Let's get the water up there!

Move!

[Fire sizzling]

[Arrows clanking] [Man shrieking]

[Ominous music]

- You see?

I did say.

- Madame, you are in front De boeuf's castle.

You will be murdered before

the first man has breached the wall!

Please, please, let me save you.

- What?

The wife of sir Maurice De bracy is beyond injury?

[Arrow thwacks] [Rowena gasps]

[Ominous music]

- Hold it!

Get to the west wall! - Yes, my lord.

- Come on!

Move.

- [Guard] Stand to!

Stand to the battlements!

[Men shouting]

[Dramatic music]

There's more of them!

[Crashing]

[Groaning]

- They've broken through the main gate.

[Men shouting]

- De bracy!

[Dramatic music] [Shouting]

- Who is he? - It's king Richard.

- [Richard] Stand firm.

Keep your shields locked.

[Gate squeaks]

[Shouting]

- [Guard] My lord, over here!

[Screaming]

[Whacking]

[Swords clanking]

[Banging] [Grunting]

[Thudding]

- At them!

[Dramatic music]

Attack!

Attack!

[Men shouting]

[Swords clanking]

[Shrieking]

[Thwacking]

[Screaming]

[Shrieking]

- Bear him inside.

[Groaning]

[Screaming]

- [Soldier] Wait!

Get your shields and block that gap.

[Shouting]

[Dramatic music]

[Swords clanking]

[Door bangs]

[Shrieking]

- Get out!

Don't stand there gawping like

some thunder struck harpy.

Get me some wine!

[Screaming]

- They are on the battlements,

and my place is with them.

[Shouting]

[Swords clanking]

[Whacking] [Grunting]

- [Man] Lord athelstane!

[Swords clanking]

[Soft instrumental music]

- My Rebecca... - I'll look after her.

[Suspenseful music]

[Men shouting]

[Dramatic music]

[Shrieking] [Thudding]

- [Man] My lords!

[Swords clanking]

[Shrieking]

- [Athelstane] This way.

[Suspenseful music]

[Flames crackling]

[Men shouting]

[Dramatic music]

[Swords clanking]

- [Urfried] Think on thy sins, front De boeuf.

- Who's there?

- Thine own angel of death.

Are you not tempted, my lord?

You were tempted once.

So full of lust, you slew your own father

to gain possession of me.

[Arrows whistling]

[Dramatic music]

[Shouting]

[Swords clanking]

[Shrieking]

- Barricade the door!

- [Wamba] You stay here, my lady.

- The cross. - Oh!

Do you want to kiss the holy cross?

Oh! - Hag!

- How wicked of me to tease.

- Leave me.

- Why should I leave you now?

In this hell and in the next,

I shall be at your side.

[Coughing]

- [Front De bouef] Let me die in peace.

[Speech drowned out by dramatic music]

- Wamba!

[Swords clanking]

[Shrieking]

No!

[Soldier groaning]

[Rowena gasps]

[Men shouting] [Swords clanking]

[Somber vocalizing]

- Get inside with me!

[Shouting]

[Victorious music]

[Swords clanking]

[Dramatic music]

[Coughing]

- How merciful is your god?

I have thought mine most merciful till now.

[Swords clanking]

[Screaming]

[Grunting]

- Art thou my honorable prisoner?

- Aye, sire.

I yield to thee.

[Shrieking]

- Father, I have lain with the infidel.

I have blasphemed thy holy name.

- [Bois-guilbert] Rebecca!

- [Front De boeuf] Have mercy!

Lord, have mercy! [Screaming]

[Dramatic music]

- No!

No!

[Rebecca screams]

[Ivanhoe shrieks]

[Coughing]

- [Bois-guilbert] Go back!

[Coughing]

[Suspenseful music]

- Ivanhoe! - Here!

- Where are you going to take me?

- [Bois-guilbert] Templestow.

- Rowena!

[Banging]

[Crashing]

Rowena.

- My lord, master wilfred is here.

[Horse snorts]

[Horse neighs]

- Wilfred!

Where is he?

[Mystical music]

- [Urfried] Cedric.

[Suspenseful music]

[Splashing]

- Monseigneur De beaumanoir.

Welcome to england.

I have lodgings nearby.

- God's work allows no rest.

We ride direct to templestowe.

[Groaning]

- Pax vobiscum.

[Bird cawing]

- [Little John] Deaf Simon and the pincher brothers

dead, along with 23 others.

- And tuck? - Aye, and tuck.

- How have I brought us to this?

Athelstane, my friend,

my son.

- You're not to blame.

[Horse hooves clopping]

- Whoa!

- What is the meaning of this?

- A day or two's sanctuary,

preceptor malvoisin, that's all.

- [Malvoisin] This is an outrage in a monastery!

- Help me, sir!

- The woman is a Jew!

- So she is.

- Saint botolph's has a reputation for healing.

Live up to it.

- We will, my lord.

- I had pledged torquilstone to you.

But it will burn to the ground.

- Let it.

Rebecca?

- Perished.

- Bois-guilbert?

- Who knows.

[Somber instrumental music]

[Horse hooves clopping]

Lord Cedric!

Lord ivanhoe lives.

I have seen him safe to Saint botolph's.

Wamba.

Is that wine?

- Best burgundian ever made.

Came from France for prince John, but,

[laughs] It never got there.

[Gulping]

- [Locksley] You won't take a share, Cedric?

- I want nothing from the normans.

Although,

lady Rowena may wear this if she pleases.

It once belonged to a beautiful

and virtuous Saxon maid, ulrika.

In two days' time, at rotherwood,

we mourn athelstane,

last prince of the saxons.

Ha!

- How long will you go without food or drink, lady?

- As long as I am neither hungry nor thirsty.

- And when you are?

- I shall become yet hungrier.

But I will never beg.

- You sing a tiresome song, Rebecca.

- Then tire of me.

Have done with it!

- Dear god!

If our soldiers had had but 1/10th

of your pig-headedness, we could have argued

our way into Jerusalem!

[Soft instrumental music]

20 years since I saw such a smile.

Smile again.

What stirred you then?

And why do you hide it now?

Rebecca, I will not harm you.

- Then set me free.

- Oh no.

Not now.

I may have your soul yet, lady.

- I would rather give it to Satan!

- [Bois-guilbert] I saved your life.

- It was you who endangered it!

[Horse hooves clopping]

More enemies?

- You will gain nothing.

- I am innocent of any crime,

and I've incited you to none.

- Oh, Rebecca, who takes Satan's name in vain.

You are a woman and you are a Jew.

To lord Lucas De beaumanoir,

grand master of my templar order,

you are Satan's very spawn.

[Window slams]

- Almost mended.

You'll be out of here in no time.

- Oh, will I? - No doubt of it.

Me?

First, I'll get you home.

Then I'll have a quarter of ale for all them

that died at torquilstone, god rest their souls.

Then,

then I'll borrow a couple of lord Cedric's hogs

and breed pigs. [Laughs]

And if any of that lot from the forest

come sniffing around for free pork, I'll brain 'em. [Laughs]

What about you, master wilfred?

Bois-guilbert?

- Is Rebecca dead?

- Aye.

It's funny how some women do that to you, isn't it?

Well, I'm not saying anything, mind, I'm just,

I'm just saying I know how you feel.

- [Beaumanoir] Your offices for the poor?

- [Malvoisin] Silver at the feasts of Saint Stephen,

Saint Paul, candlemas, lammas.

- And between feasts? - Gifts of bread, and healing.

- You receive 150 gold marks in gift.

You spend 40 silver marks on charity.

You wear more than that around your throat.

50 lashes.

- We are not so profligate as you think, my lord.

Break your fast with us.

Simple bread and wine.

- A woman in a monastery.

- A housekeeper.

- A whore of Babylon.

Flog her and throw her out.

- There's no reason for the grand master to suspect

bois-guilbert and the girl's presence here, is there?

- Not if they stay hidden.

[Birds chirping]

[Men chattering]

- What happened to the venison?

- I thought you might prefer the honest

bread of life to the sins of the flesh.

- Oh, did you?

You blessed it, you eat it.

- Tuck! - Locksley!

[Laughing]

[Indistinct shouting] [Raucous laughing]

- We thought you were dead!

- Dead drunk, more like.

You won't believe what I found in that cellar!

[Laughing]

John!

- Whoa!

Hey.

- I found this as well.

- Sir, my daughter, sir, my daughter.

They say that sir Brian De bois-guilbert

has taken her and,

I don't know where she is.

- Where would he go?

- I don't know.

- His, uh, preceptory is at templestow.

- What're we going to do?

We're collecting prisoners like a dog collects fleas.

And we can't feed them all.

- How much is a fat friar worth?

- I don't know.

A thousand silver marks.

A little more, maybe.

- I have no money.

All I have belongs to my priory.

- Lend it him.

- What?

- Yeah.

And as surety for the loan,

you give him a letter to take to your friend,

Brian bois-guilbert,

saying you get your freedom

when Rebecca of York gets hers.

- [Richard] Never did I think

you would betray me, De bracy.

- I have faithfully served each master

who has paid my price and deceived none.

Slay me for revenge if you like,

but not for treason.

- Swear love and fealty to me,

and your life is spared.

- I swear by the blood of Christ

that Richard of england is my one and true liege lord.

- And has all my love.

- And has all my love.

- Now go and tell that to my brother.

[Somber instrumental music]

[Cow moos]

[Men chattering]

- [Hubert] Bardon.

There's work for you.

- What? - Prince John.

- How much did you pay him for your life?

- Nothing. - Liar.

You swore an oath of love and fealty didn't you?

Hm?

Why would you never swear that oath for me?

- I will never turn my hand against you.

- Get out of my sight!

- [Fitzurse] You let him go.

- Please eat with me.

- Sire, a ship stands ready to carry you to France.

I know the master to be loyal.

- To you or to me?

- Our causes are the same, sire.

Richard will have me dead at first sight.

- Would you do the same for him?

My brother has sent De bracy as a sign, a threat.

But he has not declared himself to his band of vagabonds.

So all we have is a nameless stranger

adrift in the forest.

- I'll not murder a king!

- No.

A nameless stranger.

- No.

- In less than a week, I have lost three men whom I trusted.

Am I to lose you as well?

[Dramatic instrumental music]

[Vocalizing]