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# Veni, Sancte Spiritus | 0:00:03 | 0:00:06 | |
# Et emitte coelitus | 0:00:06 | 0:00:14 | |
# Lucis tuae radium | 0:00:14 | 0:00:20 | |
# Consolator optime | 0:00:27 | 0:00:30 | |
# Dulcis hospes animae | 0:00:33 | 0:00:36 | |
# Dulce refrigerium... # | 0:00:39 | 0:00:45 | |
# ..Adoremus in aeternum | 0:01:24 | 0:01:31 | |
# Sanctissimum Sacramentum | 0:01:31 | 0:01:37 | |
# Alleluia. # | 0:01:37 | 0:01:42 | |
BELL TOLLS | 0:02:33 | 0:02:35 | |
MONKS CHANT DIES IRAE | 0:03:24 | 0:03:28 | |
# ..Tuba mirum spargens sonum | 0:03:35 | 0:03:41 | |
# Per sepulchra regionum | 0:03:41 | 0:03:45 | |
# Coget omnes ante thronum | 0:03:45 | 0:03:51 | |
# Mors stupebit et natura | 0:03:51 | 0:03:58 | |
# Cum resurget creatura... # | 0:03:58 | 0:04:03 | |
Well, Thomas Becket. | 0:05:01 | 0:05:03 | |
Are you satisfied? | 0:05:03 | 0:05:06 | |
Here I am, stripped, kneeling at your tomb, | 0:05:06 | 0:05:10 | |
while those treacherous Saxon monks of yours are getting ready to thrash me. | 0:05:10 | 0:05:15 | |
Me, with my delicate skin. | 0:05:16 | 0:05:19 | |
I bet you'd never have done the same for me. | 0:05:19 | 0:05:22 | |
But I suppose I have to do this penance to make my peace with you. | 0:05:23 | 0:05:28 | |
What a strange end to our story. | 0:05:31 | 0:05:33 | |
How cold it was when we last met on the shores of France. | 0:05:34 | 0:05:39 | |
Funny, it's nearly always been cold, | 0:05:40 | 0:05:45 | |
except at the beginning, when we were friends. | 0:05:45 | 0:05:48 | |
We did have a few... | 0:05:48 | 0:05:50 | |
fine summer evenings with the girls. | 0:05:50 | 0:05:53 | |
Did you love Gwendolen, Archbishop? | 0:05:55 | 0:05:57 | |
Did you hate me the night I took her from you, | 0:05:58 | 0:06:01 | |
shouting, "I am the King!"? | 0:06:01 | 0:06:03 | |
Perhaps that's what you could never forgive me for. | 0:06:03 | 0:06:07 | |
Look at them lurking there, gloating. | 0:06:10 | 0:06:13 | |
Oh, Thomas. | 0:06:14 | 0:06:16 | |
I'm ashamed of this whole silly masquerade. | 0:06:16 | 0:06:20 | |
All right, so I've come here to make my peace with their Saxon hero | 0:06:20 | 0:06:24 | |
because I need them now, those Saxon peasants of yours. | 0:06:24 | 0:06:29 | |
Now I will call them my sons, as you wanted me to. | 0:06:29 | 0:06:33 | |
You taught me that, too. | 0:06:33 | 0:06:36 | |
You taught me everything. | 0:06:36 | 0:06:38 | |
Those were the happy times, | 0:06:40 | 0:06:43 | |
do you remember? | 0:06:43 | 0:06:45 | |
At the peep of dawn | 0:06:45 | 0:06:47 | |
and as usual we'd been drinking and wenching in the town. | 0:06:47 | 0:06:51 | |
You were even better at that than I was. | 0:06:51 | 0:06:54 | |
MAN AND WOMAN LAUGH | 0:06:54 | 0:06:57 | |
GENTLE SNORING | 0:07:05 | 0:07:08 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:07:10 | 0:07:12 | |
Huh? Shh! Listen. Uh? Upstairs. | 0:07:15 | 0:07:19 | |
She's up to sommat. | 0:07:19 | 0:07:22 | |
Well, go on up. | 0:07:22 | 0:07:24 | |
WOMAN LAUGHS | 0:07:29 | 0:07:31 | |
WOMAN LAUGHS Ssh! | 0:07:31 | 0:07:33 | |
MAN LAUGHS | 0:07:33 | 0:07:36 | |
HE GASPS | 0:07:44 | 0:07:47 | |
Agh! Help! Help! | 0:07:47 | 0:07:49 | |
Get off, man! Get on up there! | 0:07:49 | 0:07:52 | |
Quick! Out through the window. | 0:07:52 | 0:07:53 | |
Thank you. | 0:07:55 | 0:07:56 | |
Oh! Ah! Ooh! | 0:08:03 | 0:08:05 | |
Come on, come on. | 0:08:09 | 0:08:12 | |
Come on! | 0:08:12 | 0:08:13 | |
Come here! | 0:08:15 | 0:08:18 | |
If I lay me hands on the dirty slut! Where is he? | 0:08:18 | 0:08:20 | |
The swine! ..Don't you dare! | 0:08:20 | 0:08:23 | |
Don't you... | 0:08:23 | 0:08:24 | |
Here, catch! | 0:08:29 | 0:08:31 | |
Go on, get in there! | 0:08:37 | 0:08:38 | |
Get the boot, man! | 0:08:53 | 0:08:55 | |
Faster! | 0:08:55 | 0:08:56 | |
Whoo! | 0:09:22 | 0:09:24 | |
Rub harder, pig, | 0:09:44 | 0:09:45 | |
I'm cold. | 0:09:45 | 0:09:47 | |
Oh, no-one does it the way you do, Thomas. Thank you. | 0:09:49 | 0:09:52 | |
I think you actually like the cold. | 0:09:52 | 0:09:54 | |
I made you a nobleman - why do you play at being my valet? | 0:09:56 | 0:10:00 | |
I'm your servant, in the council chamber or here in the bath. | 0:10:00 | 0:10:04 | |
My Norman barons resent it. They feel it's your Saxon way of mocking their nobility. | 0:10:04 | 0:10:08 | |
Nobility lies in the man, my Prince, not in the towel. | 0:10:08 | 0:10:11 | |
Have you any idea how much trouble I took to make you a noble? | 0:10:11 | 0:10:16 | |
I think so. I recall you pointed a finger and said, Thomas Becket, you are noble. | 0:10:16 | 0:10:20 | |
The Queen and your mother became very agitated. | 0:10:20 | 0:10:23 | |
They're always agitated. | 0:10:23 | 0:10:25 | |
No, I'm in trouble from the barons. They hate you, you know. | 0:10:25 | 0:10:30 | |
Of course. One always hates what one wrongs. | 0:10:30 | 0:10:32 | |
When you Normans invaded England, you seized our Saxon land, burned our Saxon homes, | 0:10:37 | 0:10:42 | |
raped our Saxon sisters. | 0:10:42 | 0:10:44 | |
Naturally, you hate Saxons. | 0:10:44 | 0:10:47 | |
Don't include me. | 0:10:47 | 0:10:49 | |
It was my great-grandfather, William, who was called the Conqueror. | 0:10:49 | 0:10:53 | |
I'm an old resident. | 0:10:53 | 0:10:54 | |
I did not mean you. Didn't you? | 0:10:54 | 0:10:57 | |
When I took you into my service, everyone predicted you would put a knife in my back. | 0:10:57 | 0:11:01 | |
And did you believe them? | 0:11:01 | 0:11:03 | |
No. I showed them that you were a man of honour | 0:11:03 | 0:11:07 | |
and a collaborator. That was accurate of you. | 0:11:07 | 0:11:10 | |
How do you combine the two? My Lord? | 0:11:10 | 0:11:13 | |
Honour and collaboration. | 0:11:13 | 0:11:15 | |
I don't try. I love good living and good living is Norman. | 0:11:17 | 0:11:21 | |
I love life and the Saxon's only birthright is to be slaughtered. | 0:11:21 | 0:11:25 | |
One collaborates to live. | 0:11:25 | 0:11:27 | |
And honour? Honour is a concern of the living. | 0:11:29 | 0:11:33 | |
One can't very well be concerned about it once one's dead. | 0:11:33 | 0:11:36 | |
You're too clever for me, Thomas. | 0:11:36 | 0:11:39 | |
I know there's something not quite right about your reasoning. | 0:11:39 | 0:11:43 | |
Honour is a private matter within. | 0:11:44 | 0:11:46 | |
It's an idea and every man has his own version of it. | 0:11:46 | 0:11:49 | |
How gracefully you tell your King to mind his own business. | 0:11:49 | 0:11:53 | |
Time for the Council meeting, my Lord. | 0:11:53 | 0:11:56 | |
Oh...! | 0:11:56 | 0:11:57 | |
Will my Lord dine with me tonight? | 0:11:59 | 0:12:01 | |
On gold plates? Always. | 0:12:01 | 0:12:03 | |
I am your King and I eat off silver. | 0:12:03 | 0:12:06 | |
Your expenses are heavy. I've only my pleasure to pay for. | 0:12:06 | 0:12:09 | |
Tonight you can do me the honour of christening my forks. Forks? | 0:12:09 | 0:12:13 | |
Yes, from Florence. New invention. It's for pronging meat and carrying it to the mouth. | 0:12:13 | 0:12:18 | |
It saves dirtying your fingers. But then you dirty the fork. But it's washable. | 0:12:18 | 0:12:22 | |
So are your fingers. I don't see the point. It hasn't any, practically speaking, but it's refined, subtle, | 0:12:22 | 0:12:27 | |
very un-Norman. You must order me some... | 0:12:27 | 0:12:30 | |
..for my barons. | 0:12:32 | 0:12:33 | |
I have enough forks to go round. Bring the gentlemen with you tonight. | 0:12:33 | 0:12:37 | |
I shall. We won't tell them what they're for. | 0:12:37 | 0:12:40 | |
They'll probably think they're a new kind of dagger. | 0:12:40 | 0:12:43 | |
All right, gentlemen, the Council is opened. | 0:12:48 | 0:12:51 | |
Gentlemen, I've called you here to find out | 0:12:58 | 0:13:01 | |
why a simple request for taxes causes such un-priestly caterwauling. | 0:13:01 | 0:13:06 | |
My Lord... | 0:13:06 | 0:13:07 | |
We must come to an understanding about who rules this kingdom - | 0:13:07 | 0:13:10 | |
the Church... My Lord, I wish to ask... | 0:13:10 | 0:13:12 | |
Just a moment, Archbishop. | 0:13:12 | 0:13:16 | |
..the Church or me. | 0:13:16 | 0:13:18 | |
There are many troublesome issues between us which call for a reckoning. | 0:13:18 | 0:13:22 | |
Amongst other abuses is the claim you make of judging your clergy | 0:13:22 | 0:13:26 | |
accused of civil crimes in your own ecclesiastical courts. | 0:13:26 | 0:13:30 | |
I warn you, | 0:13:30 | 0:13:31 | |
there can be only one justice in this country and that is the King's. | 0:13:31 | 0:13:36 | |
But before we quarrel, here is some happy news. | 0:13:36 | 0:13:41 | |
I have decided to revive the office of Chancellor of England, Keeper of the Lion's Seal, | 0:13:41 | 0:13:46 | |
and entrust it to our loyal servant, Thomas Becket. | 0:13:46 | 0:13:50 | |
Yes, my little Saxon? | 0:14:04 | 0:14:07 | |
My Lord. Well, for once I've taken you by surprise. | 0:14:09 | 0:14:13 | |
My Lord, this is a stupendous honour for which I may not be worthy. | 0:14:17 | 0:14:22 | |
I'm inexperienced in these matters and frivolous by nature. | 0:14:22 | 0:14:26 | |
Rubbish! You know more than all of us put together. | 0:14:26 | 0:14:29 | |
He's read books, you know, it's amazing. | 0:14:29 | 0:14:31 | |
He's drunk and wenched his way through London, but he's thinking all the time, aren't you, Thomas? | 0:14:31 | 0:14:36 | |
He'll checkmate the lot of you. Even you, Archbishop. | 0:14:36 | 0:14:39 | |
I never did anything without your advice. | 0:14:41 | 0:14:43 | |
No-one knew it. Now everyone will, that's all. | 0:14:43 | 0:14:46 | |
There, that's the Great Seal of England. | 0:14:48 | 0:14:52 | |
Don't lose it. | 0:14:52 | 0:14:53 | |
Without the Seal, there's no more England, then we'll all have to pack up and go back to Normandy. | 0:14:53 | 0:14:59 | |
May I crave leave to greet our young and learned friend? | 0:14:59 | 0:15:03 | |
For I noticed him when he was first made archdeacon. | 0:15:03 | 0:15:06 | |
Thank you, Archbishop. | 0:15:06 | 0:15:08 | |
But don't rely too much on Becket to play your game. He's my man. | 0:15:08 | 0:15:12 | |
I'd forgotten you were an archdeacon, Thomas. | 0:15:12 | 0:15:14 | |
So had I, my Prince. | 0:15:14 | 0:15:16 | |
Now, to business. | 0:15:16 | 0:15:17 | |
The law demands that every landowner sends soldiers to give me service, or pay a tax in silver. Is that correct? | 0:15:19 | 0:15:26 | |
I have heard so, my Lord. | 0:15:26 | 0:15:28 | |
We are about to cross the Channel to force Louis of France to return the Norman towns he has taken from us. | 0:15:28 | 0:15:34 | |
I have received neither soldiers nor silver from you gentlemen for this war. | 0:15:34 | 0:15:39 | |
Surely one must distinguish between the individual landowner and God's Church? | 0:15:39 | 0:15:45 | |
The law doesn't distinguish. But this has never been spoken of before. I've never been this poor before. | 0:15:45 | 0:15:50 | |
No, I've made up my mind and I'm passing round the plate. | 0:15:50 | 0:15:54 | |
Just drop in the money. | 0:15:54 | 0:15:57 | |
Oh, my backside's sore. Is that all? | 0:15:57 | 0:16:00 | |
Count your blessings, sire. KING BELCHES | 0:16:00 | 0:16:02 | |
Don't know about you, Thomas, but I'm starving. | 0:16:02 | 0:16:05 | |
Have them bring us something to eat. | 0:16:05 | 0:16:07 | |
A layman who shirks his duty and fails to supply his King with arms | 0:16:08 | 0:16:13 | |
should pay the tax, nobody will question that. | 0:16:13 | 0:16:16 | |
Least of all the clergy. | 0:16:16 | 0:16:19 | |
On the other hand, a priest's duty is to assist his King with his prayers for godliness and peace. | 0:16:19 | 0:16:26 | |
He cannot maintain men at arms without violating the very essence of that sacred function. | 0:16:26 | 0:16:32 | |
Therefore he cannot be held liable for the tax. | 0:16:32 | 0:16:35 | |
Your priests fought well enough in the days of the conquest, when there was booty to be had - | 0:16:35 | 0:16:40 | |
sword in fist, rumps in the saddle, "Death to the Saxon scum! It's God's will, it's God's will!" | 0:16:40 | 0:16:46 | |
Those violent days are over. The priest is back in his sanctuary. It is peacetime now. | 0:16:46 | 0:16:51 | |
But not for long. | 0:16:51 | 0:16:53 | |
Pay up! I don't intend to budge. Come on, Chancellor, say something. Has your new title made you tongue-tied? | 0:16:53 | 0:16:59 | |
May I respectfully draw to my Lord Archbishop's attention one small point? | 0:17:01 | 0:17:06 | |
Respectfully but firmly. You're Chancellor now. | 0:17:06 | 0:17:09 | |
England is a ship. The King is the captain of the ship. | 0:17:09 | 0:17:14 | |
That's neat, I like that. My Lord Chancellor, | 0:17:14 | 0:17:17 | |
in point of fact, there is also a saying, | 0:17:17 | 0:17:21 | |
"The captain is sole master after God." | 0:17:21 | 0:17:26 | |
After God! | 0:17:26 | 0:17:27 | |
Nobody's questioning God's authority, Archbishop. | 0:17:32 | 0:17:35 | |
God protects the ship by inspiring the captain, | 0:17:35 | 0:17:37 | |
but he does not set the wages of the crew nor instruct the paymaster in his duties. | 0:17:37 | 0:17:42 | |
God has more important business. | 0:17:42 | 0:17:44 | |
Our young deacon's ambition has carried him away from the Church, | 0:17:45 | 0:17:49 | |
but he cannot have forgotten that what is important is to reveal to man only through his Church | 0:17:49 | 0:17:54 | |
in the person of our Holy Father in Rome, his bishops and his priests. | 0:17:54 | 0:17:59 | |
Or does the Chancellor think otherwise? | 0:17:59 | 0:18:02 | |
True, there is a priest on board every ship. He gives God's blessings. | 0:18:02 | 0:18:06 | |
But neither God nor the Church ask him to take the wheel from the helmsman. | 0:18:06 | 0:18:10 | |
My Lord the Bishop of London, who I understand is the son of a sailor, surely cannot have forgotten that? | 0:18:10 | 0:18:15 | |
I will not allow personal insinuation to compromise the integrity and honour of the Church. | 0:18:17 | 0:18:22 | |
Please, Bishop, no long words. All that's at stake here is its money. | 0:18:22 | 0:18:27 | |
I need money to fight the French. Will the Church give it to me? Yes or no? | 0:18:27 | 0:18:32 | |
My Lord, your illustrious ancestor | 0:18:32 | 0:18:34 | |
William the Conqueror granted these tax exemptions to the Church. | 0:18:34 | 0:18:38 | |
May he rest in peace. Where he is now he doesn't need money. | 0:18:38 | 0:18:41 | |
I'm still on Earth and I do! | 0:18:41 | 0:18:43 | |
This is not primarily a question of money, Your Highness. | 0:18:43 | 0:18:47 | |
This is a question of principle. | 0:18:47 | 0:18:50 | |
I need troops, Bishop! | 0:18:50 | 0:18:52 | |
I sent for 3,000 Swiss to help me fight the King of France | 0:18:52 | 0:18:56 | |
and no-one has ever paid the Swiss with principles. | 0:18:56 | 0:18:59 | |
My Lord Chancellor! | 0:18:59 | 0:19:01 | |
It is pointless to continue this discussion. | 0:19:01 | 0:19:03 | |
The law has given us the means of coercion. We will use it. | 0:19:03 | 0:19:08 | |
You! | 0:19:08 | 0:19:09 | |
You owe everything to Holy Mother Church! Would you dare plunge a dagger into her bosom? | 0:19:09 | 0:19:15 | |
My Lord and King, who rules by the grace of God, | 0:19:15 | 0:19:19 | |
has given me his Seal with the three lions to protect. | 0:19:19 | 0:19:24 | |
My mother is England now. | 0:19:24 | 0:19:28 | |
Traitor! Saxon! | 0:19:28 | 0:19:31 | |
My reverent friend, I strongly suggest | 0:19:31 | 0:19:33 | |
that you respect my Chancellor, or else I will call my guards. | 0:19:33 | 0:19:36 | |
Ah, here they are now. | 0:19:36 | 0:19:38 | |
Oh, no. | 0:19:43 | 0:19:45 | |
It's only my snack. | 0:19:46 | 0:19:48 | |
Now, gentlemen, if you will excuse me, | 0:19:50 | 0:19:53 | |
at this hour in the morning I need sustenance, or else I tend to feel weak, | 0:19:53 | 0:19:57 | |
and a King must never weaken, | 0:19:57 | 0:20:01 | |
I am sure you will agree. | 0:20:01 | 0:20:03 | |
I'll have it in my chapel, | 0:20:03 | 0:20:05 | |
then I can pray directly afterwards. | 0:20:05 | 0:20:08 | |
Come on, Thomas, keep me company. | 0:20:08 | 0:20:10 | |
He means it's time for the hunt. | 0:20:11 | 0:20:14 | |
Not until we have eaten, my dear Bishop. | 0:20:14 | 0:20:17 | |
HUNTING CALL | 0:20:19 | 0:20:21 | |
HOUNDS BAY | 0:20:24 | 0:20:26 | |
HUNTING HORN | 0:20:45 | 0:20:47 | |
Race? Right! Ha! | 0:20:49 | 0:20:51 | |
HUNTING HORN | 0:21:11 | 0:21:14 | |
The King's hunt! Eh? Oh! | 0:21:19 | 0:21:21 | |
Inside, quick! Oh! | 0:21:21 | 0:21:23 | |
Let's get under cover before we're drowned. | 0:21:41 | 0:21:44 | |
We've lost the barons. | 0:21:47 | 0:21:48 | |
Oh, they'll find us. Here, hold this. | 0:21:48 | 0:21:51 | |
HE SHIVERS | 0:21:51 | 0:21:53 | |
Oh, I'm cold, my pretty. Go on, sit on there, there's a good girl. Go on, get on there! | 0:21:57 | 0:22:03 | |
I'm freezing. Get the fire going. | 0:22:08 | 0:22:11 | |
There'll be no wood in this house. In the middle of the forest? | 0:22:11 | 0:22:15 | |
These people are entitled to two measures of dead wood a year. One branch more and they hang. | 0:22:15 | 0:22:20 | |
My edict? Your edict. | 0:22:20 | 0:22:23 | |
HORSE NEIGHS | 0:22:26 | 0:22:27 | |
Come here, old man. We need firewood. Don't be afraid. | 0:22:33 | 0:22:38 | |
Thomas! | 0:22:50 | 0:22:52 | |
Thomas, come here! Look at this. | 0:22:53 | 0:22:56 | |
She stinks a bit, but we could wash her. | 0:22:58 | 0:23:00 | |
What would you think of it, cleaned up a little? | 0:23:00 | 0:23:03 | |
She's a child. What will it be like when it's a woman? | 0:23:03 | 0:23:07 | |
How old would you say it was? 16? 17? | 0:23:07 | 0:23:09 | |
She can speak, my Lord. How old are you? Eh? | 0:23:09 | 0:23:12 | |
Course it can speak. How old's your daughter, dog? | 0:23:14 | 0:23:17 | |
Odd the number of dumb people I meet when I set foot out of my palace. I rule over a kingdom of mutes. | 0:23:18 | 0:23:23 | |
They're afraid. Quite right, too. | 0:23:23 | 0:23:25 | |
Don't stand there, put the wood on the fire. | 0:23:25 | 0:23:28 | |
Hello, pretty. | 0:23:28 | 0:23:29 | |
Look at it. | 0:23:41 | 0:23:43 | |
The odd thing is, it's so ugly that it makes such pretty daughters. | 0:23:43 | 0:23:47 | |
You're a member of the family - explain that. | 0:23:47 | 0:23:49 | |
Well, 20 before he lost his teeth and took on that ageless look that common people have. | 0:23:49 | 0:23:54 | |
He may have been handsome and had one night of love - one moment when he was a king and shed his fear. | 0:23:54 | 0:24:00 | |
Afterwards, his pauper's life went on eternally the same. | 0:24:00 | 0:24:05 | |
The moment faded | 0:24:05 | 0:24:07 | |
and he forgot it all. | 0:24:07 | 0:24:09 | |
But the seed was sown. | 0:24:10 | 0:24:13 | |
Will she grow ugly too? | 0:24:13 | 0:24:15 | |
Surely. | 0:24:15 | 0:24:16 | |
If we made her a whore and kept her at the palace, would she stay pretty? | 0:24:16 | 0:24:21 | |
Perhaps. Then we'd be doing her a service, wouldn't we? | 0:24:21 | 0:24:24 | |
No doubt. Oh...! | 0:24:24 | 0:24:26 | |
Look at it! It understands every word. | 0:24:26 | 0:24:29 | |
Stop staring at me, dog! | 0:24:29 | 0:24:31 | |
Get me something to drink. | 0:24:31 | 0:24:33 | |
I have some drink in my saddle. | 0:24:35 | 0:24:37 | |
What's the matter, Thomas? Nothing. | 0:24:37 | 0:24:40 | |
I'm getting you a drink. | 0:24:40 | 0:24:42 | |
Thank you, Thomas. | 0:25:17 | 0:25:19 | |
HUNTING HORN | 0:25:19 | 0:25:21 | |
Our escort. Want some? Ah... What's the matter? | 0:25:21 | 0:25:25 | |
You hurt? It's nothing. | 0:25:25 | 0:25:27 | |
Show me. | 0:25:27 | 0:25:29 | |
Now, you know you can't stand the sight of blood. | 0:25:30 | 0:25:34 | |
My horse bit me. | 0:25:34 | 0:25:35 | |
That's too funny. | 0:25:38 | 0:25:40 | |
My Lord here makes us all look silly at the jousts with his fancy horsemanship, | 0:25:40 | 0:25:45 | |
he goes to his saddlebags and gets bitten like a groom. | 0:25:45 | 0:25:48 | |
You look quite shaken, little Saxon. | 0:25:49 | 0:25:52 | |
Funny, I can't bear to think of you in pain. | 0:25:53 | 0:25:56 | |
All this just to get me a drink. Wounded in the service of the King. | 0:25:56 | 0:26:01 | |
This deserves a gift. What would you like? | 0:26:02 | 0:26:05 | |
This girl. | 0:26:14 | 0:26:16 | |
I fancy her. | 0:26:17 | 0:26:19 | |
That's very tiresome of you. I fancy her myself | 0:26:22 | 0:26:25 | |
and where that subject's concerned, friendship goes by the board. | 0:26:25 | 0:26:29 | |
All right, she's yours. | 0:26:31 | 0:26:34 | |
Thank you, my Prince. | 0:26:37 | 0:26:38 | |
But you will return the favour equally one day. | 0:26:38 | 0:26:42 | |
At your pleasure. | 0:26:42 | 0:26:44 | |
Equally, favour for favour. | 0:26:44 | 0:26:47 | |
You give me your word as a gentleman? | 0:26:47 | 0:26:49 | |
I do. | 0:26:51 | 0:26:53 | |
Right, she's yours. | 0:26:53 | 0:26:54 | |
Shall we take her with us or shall we have her sent? | 0:26:54 | 0:26:57 | |
No, no, no, the soldiers can bring her. | 0:26:57 | 0:27:00 | |
WINDING OF HORN AND BAYING OF DOGS | 0:27:00 | 0:27:03 | |
Wash your daughter, dog, and kill her fleas. | 0:27:03 | 0:27:06 | |
She's coming to the palace with my Lordship here. He's a Saxon too, so I hope you'll be pleased. | 0:27:06 | 0:27:13 | |
Give him money, Thomas, I'm feeling generous this morning. | 0:27:13 | 0:27:16 | |
Don't worry about your daughter. Nobody will come to take her away. | 0:27:21 | 0:27:25 | |
I'll see to that. And tell your son he should stay hidden in the forest until he can handle a knife better. | 0:27:25 | 0:27:32 | |
Here. | 0:27:32 | 0:27:34 | |
RAUCOUS CAROUSING | 0:27:41 | 0:27:43 | |
Bring us some wine! | 0:27:58 | 0:28:00 | |
Forgive me, not for fighting, my dear Baron - for eating. | 0:28:37 | 0:28:42 | |
SHE SINGS IN WELSH | 0:28:57 | 0:29:02 | |
Go on, it's lovely. | 0:29:13 | 0:29:15 | |
DISTANT RACKET FROM HALL | 0:29:24 | 0:29:26 | |
Noisy brutes. | 0:29:28 | 0:29:30 | |
You seem to spend a great deal of time in their company. | 0:29:30 | 0:29:34 | |
Oh, I can forget about it when I come to you. | 0:29:34 | 0:29:36 | |
I'm happy that I can relieve you. | 0:29:36 | 0:29:39 | |
Now, don't tease me tonight, Gwendolen. I'm off to France again tomorrow and war. | 0:29:39 | 0:29:45 | |
I am my Lord's captive, whatever his purpose and whatever his mood. | 0:29:45 | 0:29:51 | |
I hope so. It is God's will, since he gave the Normans victory over my people. | 0:29:51 | 0:29:56 | |
And that's the only reason you're here? | 0:29:56 | 0:29:59 | |
If the Welsh had won the war, I would have married a man of my own race at my father's castle. | 0:29:59 | 0:30:06 | |
God did not will it so. | 0:30:06 | 0:30:08 | |
All right. | 0:30:10 | 0:30:11 | |
I'm sorry I was so late coming to you, but the King is demanding and the barons have to be kept at bay. | 0:30:11 | 0:30:19 | |
I'm lying. | 0:30:20 | 0:30:22 | |
You are my Lord, God or no God. | 0:30:22 | 0:30:25 | |
If we had won the war, you could just as easily have taken me from my father's castle. | 0:30:27 | 0:30:32 | |
I would have come with you. | 0:30:32 | 0:30:35 | |
For you had taken my heart before you captured my body. | 0:30:35 | 0:30:39 | |
Have I said something wrong? | 0:30:42 | 0:30:45 | |
Somehow I can never support the idea of being loved. I told you that. | 0:30:45 | 0:30:50 | |
MAN APPROACHES, HUMMING | 0:30:50 | 0:30:53 | |
Oh, please. | 0:31:07 | 0:31:09 | |
Sit. | 0:31:11 | 0:31:12 | |
Er...play something. | 0:31:12 | 0:31:15 | |
Something sad. | 0:31:15 | 0:31:17 | |
It helps the digestion. | 0:31:17 | 0:31:19 | |
Play. | 0:31:21 | 0:31:23 | |
SHE SINGS IN WELSH | 0:31:27 | 0:31:29 | |
Ah, sweet and melancholy. | 0:31:32 | 0:31:35 | |
Sit, Thomas, witness one of my finer moments. | 0:31:38 | 0:31:42 | |
I behave like a brute, but I'm as soft as swansdown inside. | 0:31:42 | 0:31:48 | |
HE BELCHES | 0:31:48 | 0:31:50 | |
You know, Thomas, sometimes I think that you and I | 0:31:50 | 0:31:54 | |
are the only civilised men in England. | 0:31:54 | 0:31:57 | |
I eat with a fork | 0:31:57 | 0:31:59 | |
and you've made me into a man of the most delicate sensibilities. | 0:31:59 | 0:32:07 | |
Now, if you really loved me, | 0:32:07 | 0:32:09 | |
you should find me a beautiful, well-bred girl | 0:32:09 | 0:32:13 | |
to give me a little polish. | 0:32:13 | 0:32:15 | |
"Favour for favour". Do you remember? | 0:32:18 | 0:32:21 | |
I am your servant, my Lord. | 0:32:21 | 0:32:24 | |
All that I have is yours, | 0:32:24 | 0:32:27 | |
but you were also gracious enough to say | 0:32:27 | 0:32:31 | |
I am your friend. | 0:32:31 | 0:32:32 | |
Yes, that's what I mean, as one friend to another. | 0:32:32 | 0:32:36 | |
You do care for her, then? | 0:32:39 | 0:32:42 | |
You do care about something? | 0:32:42 | 0:32:44 | |
Or do you? | 0:32:46 | 0:32:47 | |
Go on, tell me, | 0:32:49 | 0:32:50 | |
tell me if you care for her or not. | 0:32:50 | 0:32:54 | |
I said favour for favour | 0:32:54 | 0:32:58 | |
and I asked for your word. | 0:32:58 | 0:33:00 | |
And I... | 0:33:01 | 0:33:03 | |
gave it to you. | 0:33:03 | 0:33:05 | |
Right, well, that's settled, then. | 0:33:06 | 0:33:09 | |
May I have a moment's grace? | 0:33:09 | 0:33:12 | |
Surely, surely. | 0:33:12 | 0:33:14 | |
After all, I'm not a savage. | 0:33:14 | 0:33:17 | |
Did you promise me to him? No. | 0:33:23 | 0:33:27 | |
I promised him anything he asked for. | 0:33:29 | 0:33:32 | |
I never thought it would be you. | 0:33:32 | 0:33:34 | |
If he sends me away tomorrow, will you take me back? | 0:33:34 | 0:33:38 | |
No. | 0:33:39 | 0:33:40 | |
I leave you this. You've almost learned to play it. | 0:33:43 | 0:33:47 | |
You've not found anything in the whole world to care for, have you? | 0:33:50 | 0:33:55 | |
No. We both belong to a conquered race, | 0:33:57 | 0:34:00 | |
but you've forgotten that people robbed of everything can still have one thing left to call their own. | 0:34:00 | 0:34:06 | |
Yes. Where honour should be, | 0:34:06 | 0:34:10 | |
in me there is only a void. | 0:34:10 | 0:34:13 | |
I loved you, | 0:34:16 | 0:34:18 | |
Thomas Becket. | 0:34:18 | 0:34:20 | |
SINGLE LOW NOTE | 0:34:37 | 0:34:39 | |
My Lord! | 0:34:55 | 0:34:56 | |
Enter. | 0:34:57 | 0:34:58 | |
How careless you are, Thomas. You had forgotten her. | 0:35:07 | 0:35:11 | |
But you told me that you fancied her | 0:35:12 | 0:35:16 | |
and I remembered. | 0:35:16 | 0:35:18 | |
You see, I really am your friend and you're wrong not to love me. | 0:35:18 | 0:35:22 | |
Good night, sire. | 0:35:24 | 0:35:26 | |
Shall I undress, my Lord? | 0:35:40 | 0:35:42 | |
What? | 0:35:44 | 0:35:46 | |
Shall I undress? | 0:35:46 | 0:35:47 | |
Thomas! | 0:36:44 | 0:36:45 | |
Thomas! | 0:36:47 | 0:36:48 | |
She's dead. | 0:36:56 | 0:36:57 | |
She's killed herself. | 0:36:59 | 0:37:01 | |
There's blood... | 0:37:03 | 0:37:04 | |
Help me, Thomas! | 0:37:06 | 0:37:08 | |
I'm frightened. | 0:37:08 | 0:37:10 | |
I'm the King! | 0:37:10 | 0:37:12 | |
Get rid of her. | 0:37:15 | 0:37:17 | |
Guard. | 0:37:19 | 0:37:21 | |
I'm sleeping here tonight. | 0:37:22 | 0:37:24 | |
Give this girl a silver piece and let her go. | 0:37:27 | 0:37:29 | |
He won't hurt you. | 0:37:32 | 0:37:34 | |
I don't want to be alone tonight. | 0:37:41 | 0:37:46 | |
I'm here, my Prince. | 0:37:47 | 0:37:49 | |
You'll hate me now. | 0:37:51 | 0:37:52 | |
I...I'll... | 0:37:54 | 0:37:56 | |
I'll never be able to trust you. | 0:37:56 | 0:37:59 | |
You have nothing to fear. | 0:38:01 | 0:38:03 | |
You gave me your Seal and while I wear it, | 0:38:03 | 0:38:08 | |
my duty is to my King. | 0:38:08 | 0:38:11 | |
But I'll never know what you're thinking. You see? | 0:38:11 | 0:38:17 | |
Sleep now. | 0:38:17 | 0:38:19 | |
We cross the Channel tomorrow. | 0:38:20 | 0:38:22 | |
When we face the French on the field of battle, there will be simple answers to everything. | 0:38:24 | 0:38:30 | |
So long as Becket must improvise his honour from day to day... | 0:38:30 | 0:38:34 | |
..he will serve you faithfully. | 0:38:35 | 0:38:37 | |
But what if one day he should meet his honour in truth... | 0:38:53 | 0:38:57 | |
..face to face? | 0:38:58 | 0:38:59 | |
But where is Becket's honour? | 0:39:05 | 0:39:09 | |
An early good morning to you, gentlemen. | 0:39:45 | 0:39:47 | |
I have just ridden from the town. | 0:39:47 | 0:39:49 | |
I have arranged for its capitulation. | 0:39:49 | 0:39:52 | |
Will there be loot? No, I want these people to collaborate with good grace. | 0:39:52 | 0:39:55 | |
The French Bishop will deliver the keys of the city to the King at 8am in the cathedral. | 0:39:55 | 0:40:00 | |
No fighting? What are we here for? | 0:40:00 | 0:40:02 | |
To secure King Henry's possessions in France. | 0:40:02 | 0:40:05 | |
You have three more towns to recapture. | 0:40:05 | 0:40:07 | |
I'd rather sack the town and slaughter the lot. | 0:40:07 | 0:40:10 | |
Yes, and have a dead city. | 0:40:10 | 0:40:12 | |
No, I want to give the King living cities to increase his wealth. | 0:40:12 | 0:40:15 | |
From dawn this morning, I am the townspeople's dearest friend. | 0:40:15 | 0:40:19 | |
And what of England's pride? | 0:40:19 | 0:40:21 | |
England's pride, my dear Baron, is to succeed. | 0:40:21 | 0:40:25 | |
What a mentality! | 0:40:31 | 0:40:34 | |
Chancellor of England. | 0:40:38 | 0:40:40 | |
Who knows what he is? | 0:40:40 | 0:40:42 | |
He's a Saxon. | 0:40:42 | 0:40:44 | |
Release him! | 0:41:38 | 0:41:40 | |
Leave us, Sergeant. | 0:41:42 | 0:41:43 | |
My Lord? Leave us. | 0:41:43 | 0:41:46 | |
What are you, a Saxon monk, doing in France? They'll kill you, you know. | 0:41:52 | 0:41:56 | |
I'm prepared to die. How old are you? 18. | 0:41:56 | 0:41:59 | |
Hmm, dying is easy at 18. | 0:41:59 | 0:42:01 | |
Your knife stinks of onions, like every proper little Saxon's knife. | 0:42:01 | 0:42:06 | |
You used to be a Saxon. | 0:42:06 | 0:42:07 | |
Now you belong to the Normans. | 0:42:07 | 0:42:09 | |
Ah, I see, a Saxon knife for a Saxon collaborator. | 0:42:09 | 0:42:13 | |
Did you think that by killing me you could liberate your race? | 0:42:13 | 0:42:17 | |
No, not my race, myself. From what? | 0:42:17 | 0:42:20 | |
My shame, | 0:42:20 | 0:42:22 | |
and yours. | 0:42:22 | 0:42:24 | |
The Normans have occupied England for 100 years, since Hastings. | 0:42:24 | 0:42:27 | |
Shame is an old vintage to the Saxon. Your father and grandfather drank it to the dregs. | 0:42:27 | 0:42:32 | |
The cup is empty now. | 0:42:32 | 0:42:34 | |
No. Never. | 0:42:34 | 0:42:35 | |
What's your name? | 0:42:35 | 0:42:37 | |
What is your name? | 0:42:39 | 0:42:41 | |
John. | 0:42:42 | 0:42:44 | |
Sergeant! | 0:42:44 | 0:42:46 | |
Well, Brother John, I'm going to save your life. | 0:42:47 | 0:42:51 | |
It has no importance for me, but it's very rare for fate to bring one | 0:42:51 | 0:42:55 | |
face to face with one's own ghost when young. | 0:42:55 | 0:42:59 | |
My Lord? Have this monk returned to England to the custody of the abbot of his monastery. | 0:42:59 | 0:43:04 | |
I want him treated without brutality, but carefully watched. | 0:43:04 | 0:43:08 | |
Yes, my Lord. | 0:43:08 | 0:43:10 | |
DISTANT FANFARE | 0:43:27 | 0:43:29 | |
GARGLING My Lord? | 0:43:33 | 0:43:35 | |
Good morning, my Lord. Glug, glug! | 0:43:38 | 0:43:40 | |
Ugh...French wine. | 0:43:42 | 0:43:45 | |
I had a little too much last night. | 0:43:45 | 0:43:47 | |
It's their major contribution to civilisation. Uh-huh. | 0:43:47 | 0:43:50 | |
Here's another. GASP | 0:43:50 | 0:43:53 | |
I must say, I adore my French possessions. They're certainly worth recapturing. | 0:43:53 | 0:43:57 | |
What's your name, my pretty? | 0:43:57 | 0:44:00 | |
Name? Marie. | 0:44:00 | 0:44:02 | |
Marie. Very French. | 0:44:02 | 0:44:04 | |
French luxury is very luxurious. | 0:44:04 | 0:44:08 | |
And, for the moment, free. We take possession of the town this morning. | 0:44:08 | 0:44:12 | |
Yes, I heard. | 0:44:12 | 0:44:15 | |
You managed that very well, Thomas. | 0:44:15 | 0:44:17 | |
Well, personally, I shall miss the fighting. | 0:44:17 | 0:44:20 | |
Meanwhile, we have some business to discuss. | 0:44:20 | 0:44:22 | |
I've been studying the dispatches from England. You love work, don't you? | 0:44:22 | 0:44:27 | |
If you love anything. | 0:44:27 | 0:44:28 | |
I love doing what I have to do and doing it well. | 0:44:28 | 0:44:31 | |
You'd be as efficient against me as for me, wouldn't you? | 0:44:31 | 0:44:35 | |
If fate had arranged it that way. | 0:44:35 | 0:44:37 | |
So what in most people is morality, in you it's just an exercise in... What's the word? | 0:44:37 | 0:44:46 | |
Aesthetics. Yes, that's the word. | 0:44:46 | 0:44:49 | |
Always aesthetics. | 0:44:49 | 0:44:50 | |
Yes. | 0:44:50 | 0:44:52 | |
Well, now... | 0:44:53 | 0:44:55 | |
..look at that. | 0:44:56 | 0:44:58 | |
Isn't that aesthetic too? | 0:44:58 | 0:45:01 | |
Some people go into ecstasies over cathedrals but that's a work of art. | 0:45:01 | 0:45:05 | |
Look at it, round as an apple. | 0:45:05 | 0:45:07 | |
Want her? | 0:45:09 | 0:45:11 | |
Business, my Lord. | 0:45:11 | 0:45:14 | |
All right, business. Sit down. | 0:45:14 | 0:45:18 | |
Listen carefully, Marie, to the droppings of the greatest brain of our day. | 0:45:18 | 0:45:22 | |
From all the information I've received from London, there are some unpleasant deductions to be made. | 0:45:22 | 0:45:27 | |
The power of the bishops is increasing like the plague. Soon it will rival your own. Talk sense! | 0:45:27 | 0:45:32 | |
Priests are always intriguing. I can crush them any time. | 0:45:32 | 0:45:35 | |
Do it now, or in five years there will be two Kings of England, the Archbishop of Canterbury and you. | 0:45:35 | 0:45:40 | |
In ten years there will be only one. | 0:45:40 | 0:45:42 | |
And it won't be me? | 0:45:46 | 0:45:48 | |
I fear not. | 0:45:48 | 0:45:50 | |
To horse, Thomas, to horse! | 0:45:50 | 0:45:53 | |
War on the clergy! Death to the Archbishop. My Lord! I can't breathe. | 0:45:53 | 0:45:57 | |
What are you doing down there? | 0:45:57 | 0:45:59 | |
Spying for the clergy? Be off with you. | 0:45:59 | 0:46:02 | |
Put on your clothes and go home. | 0:46:02 | 0:46:05 | |
My Lord, am I to come back to the camp tonight? | 0:46:06 | 0:46:09 | |
Yes! No! I don't know! I'm thinking of priests now, not you, go away! | 0:46:09 | 0:46:14 | |
Wait, you can never be sure of getting another one as good. | 0:46:16 | 0:46:20 | |
Yes, come back tonight. | 0:46:20 | 0:46:22 | |
You're adorable! MARIE GIGGLES | 0:46:22 | 0:46:25 | |
You must always tell them that, even when you pay. | 0:46:25 | 0:46:28 | |
That's high politics, too. | 0:46:28 | 0:46:31 | |
Only one... | 0:46:33 | 0:46:35 | |
and it won't be me. | 0:46:35 | 0:46:38 | |
It won't be you. | 0:46:38 | 0:46:39 | |
What will God say if I attack his Church? | 0:46:41 | 0:46:43 | |
After all, they're his bishops. | 0:46:43 | 0:46:45 | |
We must manage the Church. | 0:46:45 | 0:46:47 | |
One can always come to a sensible little arrangement with God. | 0:46:47 | 0:46:51 | |
Becket, you're a monster. | 0:46:54 | 0:46:57 | |
You flatter me, my Lord. But please, my Lord, dress quickly. | 0:46:57 | 0:47:00 | |
It's inelegant for conquerors to be late. | 0:47:02 | 0:47:05 | |
KING GUFFAWS | 0:47:05 | 0:47:06 | |
You're a monster! | 0:47:06 | 0:47:08 | |
FANFARE | 0:47:12 | 0:47:14 | |
CHEERING | 0:47:21 | 0:47:23 | |
You see? They love us dearly, these French. | 0:47:36 | 0:47:40 | |
So they should, we paid them enough. | 0:47:40 | 0:47:42 | |
In that case, you should have found some that didn't dress out of a rag barrel. Look. | 0:47:43 | 0:47:48 | |
The rich are at home, sulking. Supporters of King Louis of France? | 0:47:52 | 0:47:56 | |
No, it just would have cost too much. | 0:47:56 | 0:47:58 | |
That's sounds real. Yes, we have soldiers disguised in the crowd to encourage enthusiasm. | 0:47:58 | 0:48:02 | |
Why must you destroy all my illusions? Because you should have none, my Prince. | 0:48:02 | 0:48:07 | |
What do you see? Reality. | 0:48:14 | 0:48:16 | |
Stop here! | 0:48:19 | 0:48:20 | |
The Bishop is waiting. As if it mattered what I do with a Bishop whose city I've just taken. | 0:48:20 | 0:48:25 | |
It matters. Am I the strongest or am I not? | 0:48:25 | 0:48:29 | |
You are today, but one must never drive one's enemy to despair - it makes him strong. | 0:48:29 | 0:48:33 | |
Gentleness is better politics. It saps virility. | 0:48:33 | 0:48:36 | |
A good occupational force must never crush, it must corrupt. | 0:48:36 | 0:48:41 | |
Make a note of the house. Oh, never mind! | 0:48:43 | 0:48:45 | |
HE MOUTHS | 0:48:50 | 0:48:52 | |
My Lord, the Bishop. | 0:48:52 | 0:48:54 | |
Yes, Papa. | 0:48:54 | 0:48:56 | |
No, Papa. | 0:48:56 | 0:48:57 | |
Put your men at rest, Captain. Is this William of Corbeil? | 0:49:20 | 0:49:23 | |
Yes, sire. I hardly recognised you without a tankard covering your face. | 0:49:23 | 0:49:28 | |
How did they pry you away from it? | 0:49:28 | 0:49:30 | |
I had urgent messages from London for you, my Lord. | 0:49:30 | 0:49:33 | |
It seems that God is on our side after all, Thomas. | 0:49:38 | 0:49:41 | |
What is that, my Prince? He has just recalled the Archbishop of Canterbury to his bosom. | 0:49:41 | 0:49:47 | |
That frail old man. | 0:49:49 | 0:49:52 | |
He was the first Norman to take an interest in me. | 0:49:52 | 0:49:55 | |
God rest his soul. | 0:49:56 | 0:49:58 | |
He will, he will. | 0:49:58 | 0:50:01 | |
And he'll be much more use to God than he ever was to me. | 0:50:01 | 0:50:04 | |
Thomas! | 0:50:14 | 0:50:15 | |
An extraordinary idea's creeping into my mind... | 0:50:22 | 0:50:26 | |
a master stroke. | 0:50:26 | 0:50:28 | |
I'm suddenly very intelligent. | 0:50:30 | 0:50:32 | |
Probably comes from making love to that French girl last night. | 0:50:32 | 0:50:36 | |
I'm subtle, | 0:50:36 | 0:50:37 | |
I'm even profound. | 0:50:37 | 0:50:39 | |
Oh, I'm so profound it's making my head spin. | 0:50:39 | 0:50:42 | |
Are you listening to me, Thomas? | 0:50:43 | 0:50:46 | |
I'm listening, my Prince. | 0:50:46 | 0:50:47 | |
We need a new Archbishop of Canterbury. | 0:50:47 | 0:50:51 | |
I think there is a man we can rely on. | 0:50:51 | 0:50:54 | |
No matter who it is, once the Archbishop's mitre is on his head, he will no longer be on your side. | 0:50:54 | 0:51:00 | |
But if the Archbishop is my man, if Canterbury is for the King, | 0:51:00 | 0:51:05 | |
how could his power possibly get in my way? | 0:51:05 | 0:51:08 | |
My Lord, we know your bishops. Once enthroned at Canterbury, every one of them would grow dizzy with power. | 0:51:08 | 0:51:15 | |
Not this man. | 0:51:15 | 0:51:17 | |
This is someone who doesn't know what dizziness means. | 0:51:17 | 0:51:21 | |
Someone who isn't afraid of God. | 0:51:21 | 0:51:23 | |
I'm sorry to deprive you of the French girls and the other spoils of victory, but... | 0:51:23 | 0:51:28 | |
Are you listening to me, Thomas? | 0:51:28 | 0:51:30 | |
Hmm? You're leaving for England tonight. | 0:51:30 | 0:51:33 | |
On what mission, my Prince? | 0:51:33 | 0:51:35 | |
You are going to deliver a letter to all the bishops of England - | 0:51:35 | 0:51:39 | |
my royal edict nominating you, Thomas Becket, Primate of England... | 0:51:39 | 0:51:46 | |
Archbishop of Canterbury. | 0:51:46 | 0:51:48 | |
Shut up! | 0:51:55 | 0:51:56 | |
Thomas, I'm in deadly earnest. | 0:51:58 | 0:52:00 | |
My Lord, | 0:52:02 | 0:52:05 | |
don't do this. | 0:52:05 | 0:52:06 | |
You've an odd way of taking good news. | 0:52:06 | 0:52:10 | |
I should think you'd be triumphant. | 0:52:10 | 0:52:11 | |
But I...I'm not even a priest. You're a deacon. | 0:52:11 | 0:52:16 | |
You could be ordained priest and consecrated Archbishop the next day. | 0:52:16 | 0:52:20 | |
Have you considered what the Pope would say? | 0:52:20 | 0:52:23 | |
I'll pay his price. | 0:52:23 | 0:52:24 | |
My Lord... | 0:52:28 | 0:52:29 | |
..this frightens me. | 0:52:31 | 0:52:33 | |
I thought you had God in the palm of your hand, Thomas. | 0:52:35 | 0:52:38 | |
I beg of you, | 0:52:42 | 0:52:44 | |
do not do this. | 0:52:44 | 0:52:47 | |
You've never disappointed me, Thomas, | 0:52:47 | 0:52:50 | |
and you're the only man I can trust. | 0:52:50 | 0:52:52 | |
You leave for England tonight. | 0:52:53 | 0:52:55 | |
Becket! | 0:53:01 | 0:53:02 | |
MEN CHANT: # Te Deum laudamus | 0:53:06 | 0:53:11 | |
# Te Dominum confitemur... # | 0:53:11 | 0:53:19 | |
Thank you for returning to us the keys of our city. | 0:53:19 | 0:53:23 | |
The die is cast, Thomas. | 0:53:27 | 0:53:30 | |
Make the most of it. | 0:53:30 | 0:53:32 | |
And if I know you, I am sure you will. | 0:53:32 | 0:53:36 | |
# ..Et universae potestates | 0:53:36 | 0:53:43 | |
# Sanctus | 0:53:43 | 0:53:48 | |
# Sanctus... # | 0:53:48 | 0:53:54 | |
BELL TOLLS | 0:53:54 | 0:53:57 | |
There you are. Thank you, my Lord. | 0:54:26 | 0:54:28 | |
Thank you, my Lord. You're welcome. It will keep you warm. | 0:54:36 | 0:54:39 | |
He'll only sell it for drink. Then THAT will keep him warm. Yes, Your Grace. | 0:54:39 | 0:54:43 | |
I'm not Your Grace, I will not be consecrated Archbishop until tomorrow. I'm sorry, Father. | 0:54:43 | 0:54:48 | |
That is temporarily correct. You don't really intend to give away your winter cloaks. | 0:54:48 | 0:54:52 | |
Everything. Has all the gold plate been sold? Yes, the money is in those purses. | 0:54:52 | 0:54:57 | |
Excellent. Bring me the rest of the money. | 0:54:57 | 0:54:59 | |
But Your Grace... I mean Father. | 0:54:59 | 0:55:01 | |
Everything. | 0:55:01 | 0:55:03 | |
Welcome to Canterbury, my Lord Bishop. | 0:55:07 | 0:55:09 | |
Is anything wrong? May I ask what is happening here? | 0:55:09 | 0:55:12 | |
"Sell all that thou hast and give it to the poor and thou shalt have treasure in heaven." | 0:55:12 | 0:55:17 | |
I doubt if the Lord Jesus meant that to apply to a Chancellor about to be consecrated Archbishop. | 0:55:17 | 0:55:22 | |
Perhaps then it's a touch of vanity. A truly saintly man, I know, would never do all this in one day. | 0:55:22 | 0:55:27 | |
Let us call it the clumsy gesture of a spiritual gatecrasher. Most clever. | 0:55:27 | 0:55:32 | |
An Archbishop who gives all so dramatically to the people will be most popular with them. | 0:55:32 | 0:55:37 | |
Oh, no, Folliot, I'm simply enjoying all this. | 0:55:37 | 0:55:40 | |
I'm beginning to believe he's not a sad God after all. | 0:55:40 | 0:55:45 | |
Forgive me, I fear my inexperienced methods will never meet with your approval. | 0:55:48 | 0:55:54 | |
I know that you cast the only vote against me. | 0:55:54 | 0:55:56 | |
In the end, I gave way to the King's wishes. | 0:55:56 | 0:55:59 | |
I don't blame you. As Bishop of London and senior churchman, you should have been Archbishop. | 0:55:59 | 0:56:05 | |
Now, to have to consecrate me and place the mitre on my head... | 0:56:05 | 0:56:08 | |
I have no choice. I'm only performing my function as Bishop. | 0:56:08 | 0:56:12 | |
I see you still wear the Seal of the King's Chancellor. | 0:56:12 | 0:56:16 | |
Yes. I will continue to wear it, that and the Archbishop's ring. | 0:56:18 | 0:56:23 | |
You do not find this inconsistent? | 0:56:23 | 0:56:26 | |
No. God is best served when the two rest side by side, in harmony. | 0:56:26 | 0:56:30 | |
These excessive acts of humility will not compensate for subservience to the Crown. | 0:56:30 | 0:56:35 | |
Thank you. | 0:56:35 | 0:56:37 | |
We are both aware of the delicacy of my position. | 0:56:37 | 0:56:40 | |
Let us trust that God | 0:56:40 | 0:56:42 | |
will find a solution for it. | 0:56:42 | 0:56:44 | |
And now, since humility seems to be a little hard on the knees... | 0:56:47 | 0:56:52 | |
I trust you will be comfortable under our roof, my Lord Bishop. | 0:56:53 | 0:56:57 | |
Dear Lord, | 0:57:12 | 0:57:15 | |
I wish there was something I really regretted parting with | 0:57:15 | 0:57:19 | |
so that I might offer it to you. | 0:57:19 | 0:57:20 | |
But forgive me, Lord, | 0:57:20 | 0:57:23 | |
it's like going on a holiday. | 0:57:23 | 0:57:25 | |
I've never enjoyed myself so much in my whole life. | 0:57:25 | 0:57:28 | |
Lord, are you sure you're not laughing at me? | 0:57:31 | 0:57:36 | |
It all seems... | 0:57:38 | 0:57:40 | |
far too easy. | 0:57:40 | 0:57:41 | |
# Magnificat anima mea Dominum | 0:57:43 | 0:57:50 | |
# Et exsultavit spiritus meus | 0:57:51 | 0:57:58 | |
# In Deo salutari meo | 0:57:58 | 0:58:04 | |
# Gloria Patri et Filio... # | 0:58:04 | 0:58:09 | |
It is a Bishop's duty to pass judgment, | 0:58:09 | 0:58:12 | |
to interpret, to consecrate, | 0:58:12 | 0:58:15 | |
to ordain, to offer sacrifice, | 0:58:15 | 0:58:19 | |
to baptise and to confirm. | 0:58:19 | 0:58:22 | |
# ..Et in saecula saeculorum, amen. # | 0:58:23 | 0:58:27 | |
Let us pray, beloved brethren, | 0:58:28 | 0:58:31 | |
that the goodness of Almighty God providing for the wellbeing of his Church | 0:58:31 | 0:58:37 | |
may bestow upon this Bishop elect | 0:58:37 | 0:58:40 | |
the abundance of his grace, | 0:58:40 | 0:58:43 | |
through Christ our Lord. | 0:58:43 | 0:58:46 | |
ALL: Amen. | 0:58:46 | 0:58:47 | |
# Kyrie eleison | 0:58:47 | 0:58:50 | |
# Christe eleison | 0:58:50 | 0:58:53 | |
# Kyrie eleison... # | 0:58:53 | 0:58:55 | |
May these hands be anointed with hallowed oil, | 0:59:02 | 0:59:06 | |
with the chrism that sanctifies. | 0:59:06 | 0:59:09 | |
Even as Samuel anointed David, King and Prophet, | 0:59:09 | 0:59:15 | |
so may these hands be anointed and consecrated. | 0:59:15 | 0:59:22 | |
Take this ring, token of the pledged word. | 0:59:33 | 0:59:38 | |
Yours it is to guard with unshakeable fidelity, | 0:59:38 | 0:59:43 | |
to preserve and guard, | 0:59:43 | 0:59:46 | |
in unblemished honour, | 0:59:46 | 0:59:48 | |
God's bride, | 0:59:48 | 0:59:50 | |
Holy Church. | 0:59:50 | 0:59:52 | |
# Veni, Creator Spiritus | 0:59:52 | 0:59:57 | |
# Mentes tuorum visita | 0:59:57 | 1:00:02 | |
# Imple superna... # | 1:00:02 | 1:00:06 | |
Lord, on the head of this Bishop and champion of thine, | 1:00:06 | 1:00:11 | |
I put the helmet of defence and salvation, | 1:00:11 | 1:00:15 | |
that with forehead thus adorned, | 1:00:15 | 1:00:18 | |
head armed with the horns of both Testaments, | 1:00:18 | 1:00:22 | |
he may appear fearsome to the enemies of truth. | 1:00:22 | 1:00:26 | |
# ..Surrexit, ac Paraclito | 1:00:26 | 1:00:33 | |
# In saeculorum saecula | 1:00:33 | 1:00:39 | |
# Amen. # | 1:00:39 | 1:00:45 | |
# Sit nomen Domini benedictum | 1:00:53 | 1:00:56 | |
# Sit nomen Domini benedictum | 1:00:56 | 1:00:59 | |
# Ex hoc nunc et usque in saeculum | 1:00:59 | 1:01:03 | |
# Adjutorium nostrum in nomine Domini | 1:01:03 | 1:01:07 | |
# Qui regit coelum in aeternam | 1:01:07 | 1:01:11 | |
# Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus | 1:01:11 | 1:01:15 | |
# Pater | 1:01:18 | 1:01:20 | |
# Et Filius | 1:01:21 | 1:01:24 | |
# Et Spiritus Sanctus | 1:01:24 | 1:01:27 | |
# Amen. # | 1:01:29 | 1:01:32 | |
# Sacerdos et pontifex | 1:01:32 | 1:01:38 | |
# Et virtutum opifex | 1:01:38 | 1:01:44 | |
# Pastor bone in populo | 1:01:44 | 1:01:51 | |
# Sic placuisti Domino | 1:01:51 | 1:01:58 | |
# Alleluia. # | 1:01:58 | 1:02:04 | |
CROWD CHEERS | 1:02:06 | 1:02:09 | |
CHEERING | 1:02:31 | 1:02:33 | |
His Grace will receive you here. | 1:02:41 | 1:02:43 | |
It isn't every day that a Saxon monk has an audience with an Archbishop. Open your eyes. | 1:02:48 | 1:02:53 | |
You'll kiss his ring and show respect for His Grace or you'll get my foot on your backside. | 1:02:53 | 1:02:57 | |
You're welcome to Canterbury. | 1:02:59 | 1:03:01 | |
Kneel to His Grace. I see our young brother is quite unchanged. Has he been troublesome to his abbot? | 1:03:04 | 1:03:11 | |
Stubborn as a mule, my Lord. | 1:03:11 | 1:03:13 | |
Brother Abbot tried kindness, but in the end had to have recourse to the whip. | 1:03:13 | 1:03:17 | |
Nothing has any effect. Except for a kick in the rump, if Your Grace will pardon the expression. | 1:03:17 | 1:03:22 | |
Stand up straight. Pay attention to your brother. As a rule, the sin of pride stiffens a man's back. | 1:03:22 | 1:03:28 | |
Look me in the face. | 1:03:29 | 1:03:33 | |
Well, what do you have to say for yourself? | 1:03:36 | 1:03:39 | |
I see. | 1:03:42 | 1:03:44 | |
Now, brothers, we relieve you for today from your rule of abstinence. | 1:03:45 | 1:03:49 | |
Go to our kitchen before you depart and I hope you do justice to our cuisine. | 1:03:49 | 1:03:53 | |
And this one? | 1:03:53 | 1:03:55 | |
We will keep him here with us. | 1:03:55 | 1:03:57 | |
He's vicious, Your Grace. We are not afraid. | 1:03:57 | 1:04:00 | |
Well, now, wouldn't you rather have a Saxon Archbishop than a Norman one? | 1:04:06 | 1:04:11 | |
I hope I won't regret sending for you. | 1:04:12 | 1:04:15 | |
Why did you? | 1:04:15 | 1:04:16 | |
I'm not sure. | 1:04:16 | 1:04:18 | |
Perhaps in a young, intemperate way, yours is a voice that is good for me to hear. | 1:04:18 | 1:04:22 | |
Then why...? But please, not too often and not too loud, Brother John. | 1:04:22 | 1:04:27 | |
You betrayed your Saxon race, now you betray God. | 1:04:27 | 1:04:31 | |
Perhaps you will succeed in teaching me humility. It's a virtue I've never mastered. | 1:04:31 | 1:04:36 | |
KNOCK AT DOOR Enter. | 1:04:36 | 1:04:38 | |
Your Grace, Bishop Folliot has just arrived from London and wishes to speak to your urgently. | 1:04:40 | 1:04:45 | |
Well, my Lord Bishop, what is it? | 1:04:52 | 1:04:54 | |
But, Your Grace... You may speak freely. Brother John is in our confidence. | 1:04:56 | 1:05:00 | |
What is it? Your Grace, I have a most serious matter to report which requires your immediate intervention. | 1:05:00 | 1:05:06 | |
Proceed. A parish priest in Lord Gilbert's domain who was accused of debauching a young girl | 1:05:06 | 1:05:10 | |
has been seized by His Lordship and dragged before the civil courts. | 1:05:10 | 1:05:14 | |
Is the priest guilty? | 1:05:14 | 1:05:16 | |
That is immaterial. As a consecrated minister of God, he can only be tried by our ecclesiastical courts. | 1:05:16 | 1:05:21 | |
You must demand his release into Church custody immediately. | 1:05:21 | 1:05:25 | |
The principle is a vital one. | 1:05:25 | 1:05:27 | |
Does the King know of this? | 1:05:27 | 1:05:29 | |
He knows, but he turns a deaf ear. | 1:05:29 | 1:05:31 | |
Lord Gilbert is his friend. | 1:05:31 | 1:05:33 | |
I am also a friend of King Henry. | 1:05:33 | 1:05:35 | |
As Chancellor, you are his friend. | 1:05:35 | 1:05:38 | |
But I wear the mitre now. | 1:05:39 | 1:05:41 | |
You also wear the Great Seal of England and I warned you, you could never do so honourably. | 1:05:41 | 1:05:47 | |
It is fortunate that I do. | 1:05:47 | 1:05:50 | |
I will plead our case to the King. I did not come here to ask you to plead a case. | 1:05:51 | 1:05:56 | |
I'm asking you to defend a principle and you'd better do so quickly... | 1:05:56 | 1:06:00 | |
Your Grace. | 1:06:00 | 1:06:01 | |
Thank you for your warning. | 1:06:02 | 1:06:04 | |
We appreciate your efforts to chart the course you would naturally have followed had YOU become Archbishop. | 1:06:04 | 1:06:12 | |
At least, Your Grace, I could never have been accused of divided loyalties. | 1:06:12 | 1:06:16 | |
Should I go now? | 1:06:39 | 1:06:41 | |
Can I go? KNOCK AT DOOR | 1:06:43 | 1:06:45 | |
No. See who's outside. | 1:06:45 | 1:06:48 | |
This is Brother Philip, Your Grace. | 1:07:01 | 1:07:03 | |
He's come with a message for the Bishop of London. | 1:07:05 | 1:07:07 | |
I told him he'd just left, but now he insists on seeing you. | 1:07:07 | 1:07:10 | |
Your Grace, I wouldn't have dreamed of disturbing you but... | 1:07:11 | 1:07:15 | |
It is you who are disturbed, Brother Philip. What is it? | 1:07:15 | 1:07:18 | |
I believe my Lord Bishop of London came to you to demand the custody of the accused priest. Yes. | 1:07:18 | 1:07:24 | |
The priest is dead. | 1:07:24 | 1:07:26 | |
Dead? | 1:07:27 | 1:07:29 | |
Yes. | 1:07:29 | 1:07:30 | |
He tried to escape but... Lord Gilbert's soldiers caught him | 1:07:30 | 1:07:35 | |
and, in the presence of His Lordship, killed him. | 1:07:35 | 1:07:38 | |
Thank you, Brother Philip. | 1:08:02 | 1:08:05 | |
You may retire. | 1:08:05 | 1:08:07 | |
Leave us now, Brother John. | 1:08:13 | 1:08:15 | |
My Lord Jesus, | 1:08:25 | 1:08:28 | |
I find it difficult to talk to you. | 1:08:28 | 1:08:31 | |
What can I say? | 1:08:34 | 1:08:37 | |
I, who have turned away from you so often with indifference. | 1:08:37 | 1:08:41 | |
I have been a stranger to prayer, undeserving of your friendship | 1:08:43 | 1:08:48 | |
and your love. | 1:08:48 | 1:08:51 | |
I've been without honour | 1:08:51 | 1:08:53 | |
and feel unworthy. | 1:08:53 | 1:08:56 | |
I am a weak and shallow creature, clever only in the second-rate and worldly arts, | 1:08:56 | 1:09:01 | |
seeking my comfort and pleasure. | 1:09:01 | 1:09:03 | |
I gave my love, such as it was, elsewhere, | 1:09:05 | 1:09:10 | |
putting service to my earthly King before my duty to you. | 1:09:10 | 1:09:14 | |
But now they have made me the shepherd of your flock and guardian of your Church. | 1:09:14 | 1:09:21 | |
Please, Lord, | 1:09:22 | 1:09:24 | |
teach me now how to serve you with all my heart, | 1:09:24 | 1:09:28 | |
to know at last what it really is to love, to adore... | 1:09:28 | 1:09:32 | |
..so that I may worthily administer your kingdom here upon Earth | 1:09:34 | 1:09:38 | |
and find my true honour | 1:09:38 | 1:09:41 | |
in observing your divine will. | 1:09:41 | 1:09:43 | |
Please, Lord... | 1:09:47 | 1:09:49 | |
..make me worthy. | 1:09:51 | 1:09:52 | |
You are a creature of extremes, aren't you, Brother John? | 1:10:15 | 1:10:19 | |
Get up. | 1:10:19 | 1:10:21 | |
Forgive me, | 1:10:21 | 1:10:24 | |
I didn't know. | 1:10:24 | 1:10:27 | |
I never realised. | 1:10:27 | 1:10:29 | |
Nor did I. | 1:10:31 | 1:10:33 | |
Get up. | 1:10:35 | 1:10:37 | |
You were very good at admonishing an Archbishop. | 1:10:40 | 1:10:43 | |
Do you think you could talk to a King? Yes. | 1:10:45 | 1:10:48 | |
Good. | 1:10:48 | 1:10:51 | |
Then you will memorise what I write. | 1:10:51 | 1:10:54 | |
Henry. | 1:11:04 | 1:11:06 | |
Henry. What is it, Mother? | 1:11:08 | 1:11:11 | |
Why do you keep gazing out of the window? | 1:11:11 | 1:11:14 | |
Becket won't come, you know. He's much too busy giving money to the poor. | 1:11:14 | 1:11:19 | |
And fitting sandals on beggars. | 1:11:19 | 1:11:22 | |
I never liked him as an adventurer, but now that he puts on the airs of a saint... | 1:11:22 | 1:11:27 | |
He certainly keeps himself in splendid isolation since you made him Archbishop. | 1:11:27 | 1:11:32 | |
He's in retreat. It's part of the ritual. | 1:11:33 | 1:11:37 | |
Anyway, I don't need to be reassured by his presence. | 1:11:37 | 1:11:41 | |
He's my friend. | 1:11:41 | 1:11:42 | |
More's the pity. He has a strange way of showing gratitude. | 1:11:42 | 1:11:46 | |
Your friend! You mean you went to the whorehouses together. | 1:11:46 | 1:11:50 | |
It was he who lured you away from the duties you owe to me. | 1:11:50 | 1:11:53 | |
Madam, in matters of debauchery, it was I who lured him. | 1:11:53 | 1:11:59 | |
And I didn't need anyone to lure me away from the duties I owe you. | 1:11:59 | 1:12:03 | |
I made you four children very conscientiously. | 1:12:03 | 1:12:06 | |
Thank the Lord, my duty is done. | 1:12:06 | 1:12:08 | |
I pray heaven he stays away from you. | 1:12:08 | 1:12:11 | |
When you realise how he has used you, you may appreciate the joys of family life again. | 1:12:11 | 1:12:17 | |
CHILDREN SHOUT | 1:12:17 | 1:12:19 | |
The joys of family life are limited, madam. | 1:12:19 | 1:12:22 | |
To be perfectly frank, you bore me, you and your everlasting backbiting. | 1:12:22 | 1:12:27 | |
Stop this. And this eternal tutting of yours! | 1:12:27 | 1:12:30 | |
God! How long does it take to make a tapestry?! And it's mediocre beyond belief! | 1:12:30 | 1:12:34 | |
One performs according to one's gifts. | 1:12:34 | 1:12:37 | |
Yes. | 1:12:37 | 1:12:38 | |
CHILDREN SHOUT AND SCREAM | 1:12:38 | 1:12:41 | |
Victory! | 1:12:42 | 1:12:44 | |
Come on! Ow! Victory! | 1:12:44 | 1:12:47 | |
Shut up, the lot of you! | 1:12:52 | 1:12:54 | |
Which one are you? Henry III. | 1:13:01 | 1:13:03 | |
Not yet, sir. Number two is in the best of health. | 1:13:03 | 1:13:07 | |
A fine way you bring up your children, madam. | 1:13:09 | 1:13:12 | |
Do you see yourself as Regent already? | 1:13:12 | 1:13:15 | |
No wonder I shun your bed - it's not amusing to make love with one's own widow. | 1:13:15 | 1:13:19 | |
Who's that? | 1:13:21 | 1:13:22 | |
A messenger, | 1:13:22 | 1:13:25 | |
from Canterbury, | 1:13:25 | 1:13:27 | |
if you can spare the time from bullying your children. Messenger? | 1:13:27 | 1:13:31 | |
Is your master ill? | 1:13:35 | 1:13:37 | |
No, Your Highness. | 1:13:38 | 1:13:40 | |
I have a message from His Grace. Message? | 1:13:40 | 1:13:43 | |
These are Becket's words. | 1:13:43 | 1:13:46 | |
"Whereas men at arms of the Lord Gilbert, under his orders and in his presence, | 1:13:46 | 1:13:50 | |
"have seized and killed a priest of the Church, | 1:13:50 | 1:13:54 | |
"I, Becket, Archbishop of Canterbury, Primate of England, | 1:13:54 | 1:13:58 | |
"do now ask that Your Highness, | 1:13:58 | 1:14:01 | |
"in accordance with the law of the realm, | 1:14:01 | 1:14:04 | |
"apprehend Lord Gilbert and charge him with the crime of murder." | 1:14:04 | 1:14:08 | |
Well, my son. | 1:14:11 | 1:14:12 | |
Now you have heard from your friend. | 1:14:12 | 1:14:14 | |
Get out! | 1:14:16 | 1:14:18 | |
Get out, both of you! | 1:14:18 | 1:14:20 | |
Take your royal vermin with you! | 1:14:20 | 1:14:22 | |
Your Highness, | 1:14:27 | 1:14:29 | |
is there a reply for the Archbishop? | 1:14:29 | 1:14:32 | |
Your Grace. Yes? | 1:14:45 | 1:14:47 | |
The King is here. | 1:14:47 | 1:14:48 | |
Are you certain? He came mounted and alone but... | 1:14:51 | 1:14:54 | |
I'm sure it's he. | 1:14:54 | 1:14:56 | |
My Prince. | 1:15:07 | 1:15:09 | |
Why did you send the messenger? | 1:15:09 | 1:15:12 | |
Canterbury's only five hours from London. | 1:15:12 | 1:15:14 | |
I have just ridden it in four, I'm frozen stiff. | 1:15:16 | 1:15:20 | |
Would you like some wine? No. | 1:15:20 | 1:15:22 | |
Give me a reason, why did you send a messenger? | 1:15:22 | 1:15:25 | |
What answer did you give him? | 1:15:25 | 1:15:28 | |
You've arrived here before he has. | 1:15:28 | 1:15:30 | |
I detect the old, devious Becket here. | 1:15:31 | 1:15:36 | |
What game are you playing, Thomas? | 1:15:36 | 1:15:39 | |
No game, my Prince. | 1:15:43 | 1:15:45 | |
Lord Gilbert murdered a priest, | 1:15:46 | 1:15:48 | |
I want the guilty punished. Guilty of what?! | 1:15:48 | 1:15:52 | |
This priest was a scandal to his parish. | 1:15:52 | 1:15:54 | |
That was never proved. Gilbert should have handed the accused to the Church for process of law. | 1:15:54 | 1:15:59 | |
If guilty, we would have determined his punishment. I am the law! | 1:15:59 | 1:16:02 | |
Gilbert recoursed to me, I gave him leave to arrest this priest! | 1:16:02 | 1:16:05 | |
I cannot allow any of my clergy to be thrown into prison and tried by the civil authorities. | 1:16:05 | 1:16:10 | |
Neither can I stand by and let my priests be murdered. You? | 1:16:10 | 1:16:13 | |
YOU can't allow?! | 1:16:13 | 1:16:15 | |
YOU can't stand by?! | 1:16:15 | 1:16:17 | |
Are you taking yourself seriously as archbishop?! | 1:16:17 | 1:16:20 | |
I am the Archbishop, my Prince. | 1:16:22 | 1:16:24 | |
By MY grace! | 1:16:24 | 1:16:26 | |
Are you demented? You're Chancellor of England, you're mine. | 1:16:26 | 1:16:30 | |
I'm also the Archbishop | 1:16:30 | 1:16:32 | |
and you have introduced me to deeper obligations. | 1:16:32 | 1:16:35 | |
And if I won't charge Gilbert? | 1:16:42 | 1:16:46 | |
I can't force you | 1:16:46 | 1:16:48 | |
but there is always a final judgment beyond the King's justice. | 1:16:48 | 1:16:52 | |
Oh, that(!) | 1:16:52 | 1:16:53 | |
Lord Gilbert will face his fate on the day of judgment as we all will. | 1:16:53 | 1:16:57 | |
I'm sure he'll have a great deal more to answer for than killing a felonious priest. | 1:16:57 | 1:17:01 | |
Lord Gilbert will come to the judgment already down, sire. | 1:17:01 | 1:17:05 | |
I intend to ex-communicate him. | 1:17:05 | 1:17:07 | |
You ARE demented. | 1:17:09 | 1:17:10 | |
Don't you understand that when you attack my nobles, you attack ME | 1:17:10 | 1:17:14 | |
and when you attack ME, you attack England? | 1:17:14 | 1:17:16 | |
There is more to England that the Crown, | 1:17:16 | 1:17:18 | |
you must learn to face that eventually, my Prince. | 1:17:18 | 1:17:21 | |
Damn you! Don't lecture me! | 1:17:21 | 1:17:23 | |
You once told me you didn't know what honour was and I laughed at you | 1:17:26 | 1:17:31 | |
but now to betray me, to challenge my power. | 1:17:31 | 1:17:34 | |
I do not seek power, my Prince. | 1:17:34 | 1:17:37 | |
It is only that I have finally discovered a real honour to defend. | 1:17:37 | 1:17:41 | |
Whose honour? | 1:17:41 | 1:17:43 | |
Whose honour is greater than the King's? | 1:17:43 | 1:17:45 | |
The honour of God. | 1:17:47 | 1:17:49 | |
Forgive me. | 1:18:03 | 1:18:04 | |
You give the Lions of England back to me... | 1:18:16 | 1:18:19 | |
like a little boy who doesn't want to play any more. | 1:18:20 | 1:18:23 | |
I would have gone to war with all of England's might behind me | 1:18:24 | 1:18:29 | |
and even against England's interest to defend you, Thomas. | 1:18:29 | 1:18:33 | |
I would have given away my life, | 1:18:33 | 1:18:35 | |
laughing before you. | 1:18:35 | 1:18:38 | |
Only I loved you | 1:18:38 | 1:18:40 | |
and you didn't love me, that's the difference. | 1:18:40 | 1:18:43 | |
Stay away. | 1:18:46 | 1:18:48 | |
But thank you for this last gift as you desert me, | 1:18:50 | 1:18:55 | |
now I shall learn to be alone. | 1:18:55 | 1:18:57 | |
BELL TOLLS | 1:19:11 | 1:19:14 | |
..Et Spiritus Sanctum. ALL: Amen. | 1:19:22 | 1:19:25 | |
Bishop. | 1:19:44 | 1:19:45 | |
What do you want, Philip? | 1:19:47 | 1:19:49 | |
Your Majesty! | 1:19:51 | 1:19:54 | |
Alone without an escort? | 1:19:54 | 1:19:56 | |
The King nevertheless. | 1:19:56 | 1:20:00 | |
Bishop, I wish to confess. | 1:20:00 | 1:20:02 | |
The King has his own confessor. | 1:20:02 | 1:20:04 | |
It is an important court prerogative. | 1:20:04 | 1:20:06 | |
Don't be nervous, Bishop. | 1:20:06 | 1:20:09 | |
I'm not asking for absolution. | 1:20:09 | 1:20:12 | |
I've something far worse than a sin on my conscience. | 1:20:12 | 1:20:15 | |
A mistake, | 1:20:15 | 1:20:17 | |
a crass mistake. | 1:20:17 | 1:20:20 | |
I ordered you to vote for Becket at the election at Canterbury, | 1:20:20 | 1:20:24 | |
I repent on it. | 1:20:24 | 1:20:26 | |
I bowed beneath the Royal Hand. | 1:20:26 | 1:20:28 | |
Very reluctantly I know, I am told this compromise with your conscience made you seriously ill afterwards. | 1:20:28 | 1:20:34 | |
God cured me. Very good of him. | 1:20:34 | 1:20:37 | |
You wear his uniform and have his ear. | 1:20:37 | 1:20:41 | |
He's let me fall ill without lifting a finger | 1:20:41 | 1:20:44 | |
and I must cure myself. I did not know this. | 1:20:44 | 1:20:47 | |
I have the Archbishop on my stomach, | 1:20:47 | 1:20:51 | |
a big, hard lump | 1:20:51 | 1:20:54 | |
I shall have to vomit back. | 1:20:54 | 1:20:57 | |
I think you are a man one can talk to, Bishop. | 1:20:57 | 1:20:59 | |
I believe I misjudged you, friendship blinded me. | 1:20:59 | 1:21:03 | |
Is the King's friendship for Thomas Becket dead, your Highness? | 1:21:03 | 1:21:06 | |
Yes, Bishop it died quite suddenly, a sort of heart failure. | 1:21:06 | 1:21:09 | |
Curious phenomenon, your Highness. | 1:21:09 | 1:21:12 | |
Quite frequent. I hate Becket now. | 1:21:12 | 1:21:16 | |
I hate him | 1:21:16 | 1:21:18 | |
as much as you are jealous of him. | 1:21:18 | 1:21:20 | |
It's like an animal tearing my guts, I can't bear it any more. | 1:21:20 | 1:21:24 | |
I shall have to turn it loose on him | 1:21:24 | 1:21:27 | |
but I am the King | 1:21:28 | 1:21:31 | |
and my office stands in my way. | 1:21:31 | 1:21:34 | |
I need someone to help me. | 1:21:34 | 1:21:36 | |
My only interest is for the Church. | 1:21:36 | 1:21:40 | |
Come, Bishop. | 1:21:40 | 1:21:41 | |
We're alone and the Church is empty. | 1:21:41 | 1:21:43 | |
The Church is never empty. | 1:21:43 | 1:21:45 | |
The little red lamp burns in the chapel signifying God's presence in the tabernacle. | 1:21:45 | 1:21:51 | |
Do you take me for one of your sheep, Holy Pastor? | 1:21:53 | 1:21:57 | |
I like playing games but only with boys of my own age. | 1:21:57 | 1:22:01 | |
The one for whom that little red lamp burns | 1:22:01 | 1:22:03 | |
has seen into your most innermost heart, and mine, a long time ago | 1:22:03 | 1:22:07 | |
of my hatred of Thomas Becket and your envy of him. | 1:22:07 | 1:22:12 | |
He knows all there is to know. | 1:22:12 | 1:22:15 | |
Strange, I'd always taken Your Highness for a perennial adolescent who cared only for his pleasures. | 1:22:15 | 1:22:21 | |
One can be wrong about people, Bishop. I made the same mistake. | 1:22:21 | 1:22:25 | |
Now, if it could be proved that Becket had committed some gross impropriety as Chancellor, say... | 1:22:25 | 1:22:32 | |
embezzlement, | 1:22:32 | 1:22:34 | |
what would the Church do? | 1:22:34 | 1:22:36 | |
If that were established, I say "if", | 1:22:36 | 1:22:40 | |
the Bishops could legally dissolve their allegiance to him pending their report to the Pope. | 1:22:40 | 1:22:45 | |
And beyond that? You? | 1:22:45 | 1:22:48 | |
You would go beyond? | 1:22:48 | 1:22:50 | |
The whole way. | 1:22:50 | 1:22:52 | |
In his guilt, if he were found guilty, he would then be charged under Canon law. | 1:22:52 | 1:22:58 | |
And the penalty? | 1:22:58 | 1:23:00 | |
That would be for Your Majesty to decide. | 1:23:00 | 1:23:04 | |
Thomas, you love him don't you? | 1:23:04 | 1:23:06 | |
You still love him, that impostor, that Saxon guttersnipe, that mitred hog. | 1:23:06 | 1:23:12 | |
Hold you tongue, priest! | 1:23:12 | 1:23:15 | |
All I confided to you was my hate, not my love. | 1:23:15 | 1:23:20 | |
For England's sake you'll help me get rid of him but don't EVER insult him to my face. | 1:23:20 | 1:23:27 | |
He will be accused | 1:23:31 | 1:23:34 | |
and you will play your proper part. | 1:23:34 | 1:23:36 | |
According to law. | 1:23:37 | 1:23:39 | |
I would spit... | 1:23:41 | 1:23:42 | |
if I were not in God's house. | 1:23:44 | 1:23:47 | |
BELL TOLLS | 1:23:53 | 1:23:55 | |
BELL TOLLS | 1:23:58 | 1:24:00 | |
My Brothers, | 1:24:04 | 1:24:06 | |
as you have been told your presence here is voluntary. | 1:24:06 | 1:24:10 | |
If any of you have second thoughts, you may retire now. | 1:24:10 | 1:24:13 | |
Thank you for attending. | 1:24:15 | 1:24:17 | |
Good day, my Lords. | 1:24:44 | 1:24:46 | |
I did not expect to see you at Canterbury, you still disagree with my decision? | 1:24:46 | 1:24:51 | |
Your Grace, can nothing persuade you to delay? | 1:24:51 | 1:24:54 | |
Oh, yes, | 1:24:54 | 1:24:55 | |
the King's arrest of Lord Gilbert on the charge of sacrilegious murder. | 1:24:55 | 1:25:00 | |
There will be an arrest, but not Lord Gilbert. | 1:25:00 | 1:25:03 | |
The Sheriff of London is in the sacristy. | 1:25:03 | 1:25:05 | |
He has orders to summon you before the King's Grand Justicer, | 1:25:05 | 1:25:08 | |
the instant you pronounce the excommunication. Curious, on what charge? Embezzlement. | 1:25:08 | 1:25:14 | |
The King finds that there a large sums of money | 1:25:14 | 1:25:16 | |
missing from the Treasury during your administration as Chancellor. | 1:25:16 | 1:25:20 | |
How much? ?40,000 in fine gold. | 1:25:20 | 1:25:23 | |
There was never that much gold in the whole Treasury. | 1:25:24 | 1:25:27 | |
I beg of you, do not do this. It will strike a blow that will split Church and State for a generation. | 1:25:27 | 1:25:32 | |
If I do not strike it now, the Church as we know it will not survive a generation. | 1:25:32 | 1:25:37 | |
God will see that is survives. | 1:25:37 | 1:25:38 | |
No, the kingdom of God must be defended like any other kingdom. | 1:25:38 | 1:25:44 | |
Gentlemen, it is a supreme irony | 1:25:47 | 1:25:52 | |
that the worldly Becket, the profligate and libertine, | 1:25:52 | 1:25:56 | |
should find himself standing here at this moment. | 1:25:56 | 1:26:01 | |
And here he is, | 1:26:01 | 1:26:03 | |
in spite of himself | 1:26:03 | 1:26:05 | |
but the King, for good or ill, chose to pass the burden of the Church onto me and now I MUST carry it. | 1:26:05 | 1:26:12 | |
I've rolled up my sleeves and taken the Church on my back. | 1:26:12 | 1:26:15 | |
Nothing... | 1:26:17 | 1:26:19 | |
will ever make me set it down again. | 1:26:19 | 1:26:21 | |
My Lords... | 1:26:23 | 1:26:25 | |
if you will forgive me. | 1:26:27 | 1:26:28 | |
MONKS: # Quantus tremor est futurus | 1:26:36 | 1:26:40 | |
# Quando judex est venturus | 1:26:40 | 1:26:45 | |
# Cuncta stricte discussurus | 1:26:45 | 1:26:50 | |
# Tuba mirum spargens sonum | 1:26:50 | 1:26:57 | |
# Per sepulchra regionum | 1:26:57 | 1:27:01 | |
# Coget omnes ante thronum | 1:27:01 | 1:27:08 | |
# Lacrimosa dies illa | 1:27:09 | 1:27:14 | |
# Qua resurget ex favilla | 1:27:14 | 1:27:22 | |
# Judicandus homo reus | 1:27:22 | 1:27:29 | |
# Huic ergo parce, Deus | 1:27:29 | 1:27:37 | |
# Pie Jesu Domine | 1:27:37 | 1:27:41 | |
# Dona eis requiem | 1:27:41 | 1:27:46 | |
# Amen. # | 1:27:46 | 1:27:54 | |
Lord Gilbert, Baron of England by the grace of His Majesty, King Henry the Second, | 1:28:04 | 1:28:10 | |
seized upon the person of a priest of the Holy Church | 1:28:10 | 1:28:13 | |
and unlawfully did hold him in custody. | 1:28:13 | 1:28:16 | |
Furthermore, in the presence of Lord Gilbert and by his command, | 1:28:16 | 1:28:20 | |
his men seized upon this priest when he tried to escape and put him to death. | 1:28:20 | 1:28:26 | |
This is the sin of murder and sacrilege. | 1:28:26 | 1:28:30 | |
In that, Lord Gilbert has rendered no act of contrition or repentance | 1:28:30 | 1:28:35 | |
and is at the moment at liberty in the land, | 1:28:35 | 1:28:38 | |
we do here and now separate him from the precious body and blood of Christ | 1:28:38 | 1:28:43 | |
and from the society of all Christians. | 1:28:43 | 1:28:45 | |
We exclude him from our Holy Mother Church | 1:28:45 | 1:28:49 | |
and all her sacraments in Heaven or on Earth. | 1:28:49 | 1:28:54 | |
We declare him excommunicate and anathema. | 1:28:54 | 1:28:58 | |
We cast him into the outer darkness, we judge him damned | 1:28:58 | 1:29:04 | |
with the Devil and his fallen angels and all the reprobates | 1:29:04 | 1:29:08 | |
to eternal fire and everlasting pain. | 1:29:08 | 1:29:13 | |
ALL: So be it. | 1:29:18 | 1:29:20 | |
# Miserere mei, Deus | 1:29:30 | 1:29:33 | |
# Secundum magnam misericordiam tuam | 1:29:33 | 1:29:37 | |
# Et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum | 1:29:37 | 1:29:44 | |
# Dele iniquitatem meam | 1:29:44 | 1:29:48 | |
# Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea | 1:29:48 | 1:29:52 | |
# Et peccato meo munda me | 1:29:52 | 1:29:55 | |
# Quoniam iniquitatem Meam ego cognosco | 1:29:55 | 1:30:02 | |
# Et peccatum meum contra me Est semper... # | 1:30:02 | 1:30:05 | |
As the Lord Sheriff of London | 1:30:08 | 1:30:10 | |
I am commanded to summon you, Thomas Becket, to the King's Court | 1:30:10 | 1:30:15 | |
on the charges herein set forth, stamped with the King's seal. | 1:30:15 | 1:30:21 | |
I, Robert de Beaumont, Duke of Leicester, | 1:30:36 | 1:30:41 | |
Grand Justicer of the Realm, | 1:30:41 | 1:30:44 | |
do now summon Thomas Becket to this court of law | 1:30:44 | 1:30:48 | |
for the third and last time. Thomas Becket step forward. | 1:30:48 | 1:30:53 | |
He's doomed, isn't he? | 1:31:05 | 1:31:07 | |
Yes. At last. | 1:31:07 | 1:31:10 | |
I forbid you to gloat. | 1:31:10 | 1:31:12 | |
At seeing your enemy perish, why not? | 1:31:13 | 1:31:17 | |
Becket is my enemy but, in the human balance, traitor that he is and naked as his mother made him | 1:31:17 | 1:31:25 | |
he's worth a hundred of you, Madam, | 1:31:25 | 1:31:27 | |
with your crown and your jewels and your august uncle the Emperor into the bargain! | 1:31:27 | 1:31:31 | |
I am forced to fight him now and crush him | 1:31:31 | 1:31:34 | |
but at least he gave me with open hands everything that is at all good in me | 1:31:34 | 1:31:38 | |
and you have never given me anything but your carping mediocrity | 1:31:38 | 1:31:41 | |
and your everlasting obsession with your puny little person and what you thought was due to it! | 1:31:41 | 1:31:46 | |
That's why I forbid you to SMILE while Becket is being destroyed! | 1:31:46 | 1:31:50 | |
I gave you my youth, gave you your children. | 1:31:51 | 1:31:54 | |
I don't like my children! | 1:31:54 | 1:31:56 | |
And as for your youth?! | 1:31:56 | 1:31:59 | |
That withered flower pressed between the pages of a hymn book since you were twelve years old | 1:32:00 | 1:32:06 | |
with its watery blood and stale insipid scent, you can bid farewell to that without a tear. | 1:32:06 | 1:32:12 | |
Your body was an empty desert, Madam, | 1:32:13 | 1:32:16 | |
which duty forced me to wander in alone | 1:32:16 | 1:32:18 | |
but you have never been a wife to me | 1:32:18 | 1:32:21 | |
and Becket was my friend. | 1:32:21 | 1:32:23 | |
Red blooded, generous and full of strength. | 1:32:23 | 1:32:27 | |
Oh, my Thomas. | 1:32:27 | 1:32:30 | |
And I, | 1:32:30 | 1:32:31 | |
I have given you nothing I suppose? | 1:32:31 | 1:32:34 | |
Life...yes. | 1:32:37 | 1:32:39 | |
Thank you. | 1:32:40 | 1:32:41 | |
But after that I never saw you except in a passageway on your way to a ball in your crown and ermine mantel, | 1:32:41 | 1:32:47 | |
ten minutes before official ceremonies when you were forced to TOLERATE my presence! NO! | 1:32:47 | 1:32:53 | |
No-one on this earth has ever loved me except Becket! | 1:32:53 | 1:32:56 | |
Call him back then, absolve him if he loves you, give him back his power but do something. | 1:32:56 | 1:33:04 | |
I am. | 1:33:04 | 1:33:06 | |
I'm learning to be alone. | 1:33:06 | 1:33:08 | |
FANFARE | 1:33:08 | 1:33:12 | |
By the authority granted me, I, Robert de Beaumont, servant of the Crown, | 1:33:50 | 1:33:57 | |
do now before this council charge Thomas Becket with the crimes of... | 1:33:57 | 1:34:00 | |
Robert. | 1:34:00 | 1:34:03 | |
I charge you, Thomas Becket. Robert de Beaumont, hear me | 1:34:04 | 1:34:07 | |
for the sake of your soul which is in the gravest danger. | 1:34:07 | 1:34:12 | |
All in this assembly know how faithfully I have served my Lord, the King. | 1:34:12 | 1:34:16 | |
It was he that willed that I be Archbishop and it was for love of him alone that I accepted. | 1:34:16 | 1:34:22 | |
I am innocent of any wrongdoing | 1:34:22 | 1:34:24 | |
in my administration of the King's Treasury as Chancellor or at any other time. | 1:34:24 | 1:34:28 | |
I therefore refuse to plea to these trumped up charges. | 1:34:28 | 1:34:32 | |
I will be judged by the Pope alone | 1:34:32 | 1:34:36 | |
to whom before you all I now appeal and place myself AND my Church under his protection. | 1:34:36 | 1:34:42 | |
As Head of the Church of England | 1:34:42 | 1:34:44 | |
and as your spiritual father, | 1:34:44 | 1:34:47 | |
I forbid you to pass judgment on me. | 1:34:47 | 1:34:50 | |
I command you and all who would charge me to hold your peace | 1:34:50 | 1:34:55 | |
on pain of endangering your immortal souls. | 1:34:55 | 1:35:00 | |
Well, played, Thomas. | 1:35:07 | 1:35:10 | |
Do you think you can carry this off indefinitely?! You fool! | 1:35:16 | 1:35:21 | |
We are all God's fools, my Lord. | 1:35:21 | 1:35:23 | |
Becket! | 1:35:23 | 1:35:25 | |
You are a liar, you are a traitor. | 1:35:27 | 1:35:30 | |
Sheath your sword before you impale your soul upon it. | 1:35:30 | 1:35:33 | |
HENRY CHUCKLES | 1:35:51 | 1:35:53 | |
It's funny, it's too funny. | 1:35:53 | 1:35:57 | |
He's made mincemeat of them. | 1:35:57 | 1:35:59 | |
I'm surrounded by fools! | 1:35:59 | 1:36:03 | |
Becket is the only intelligent man in my kingdom and he's against me! | 1:36:03 | 1:36:07 | |
Your Highness, it was impossible. | 1:36:15 | 1:36:17 | |
Shut up! Get to your feet. | 1:36:17 | 1:36:20 | |
Did you hear him? He appeals to the Pope, | 1:36:20 | 1:36:22 | |
if he gains the Pope's ear, Bishop, we may find the entire kingdom under papal interdict. | 1:36:22 | 1:36:27 | |
I could be excommunicated myself. | 1:36:27 | 1:36:30 | |
But Your Highness, I do not think that... I want no more thinking! | 1:36:30 | 1:36:33 | |
Becket must not cross the Channel. | 1:36:36 | 1:36:39 | |
King Louis of France would be the first to help him get to the Pope. | 1:36:39 | 1:36:43 | |
The Archbishop must not leave England, see to it. | 1:36:43 | 1:36:46 | |
From now on, Bishop... | 1:36:48 | 1:36:50 | |
it is total war. | 1:36:50 | 1:36:52 | |
Psst. | 1:37:13 | 1:37:14 | |
My French knight takes your English bishop. | 1:38:27 | 1:38:31 | |
Your Majesty's adroit. | 1:38:31 | 1:38:33 | |
Pardon, sire. | 1:38:33 | 1:38:35 | |
Too snug. Why do all tailors want to strangle one's armpits? | 1:38:40 | 1:38:43 | |
Your Majesty, the English Ambassadors Extraordinary insist that I convey their compliments. | 1:38:45 | 1:38:50 | |
They've already done that. I'll see them when I'm ready, that's my job. | 1:38:50 | 1:38:56 | |
They wish respectfully, sire, to call your attention to the fact that they have waited for three days. | 1:38:56 | 1:39:01 | |
Let them wait, that's their job. Ambassadors are paid to pace about in anterooms, | 1:39:01 | 1:39:05 | |
especially in these times of uneasy peace. | 1:39:05 | 1:39:08 | |
But the have an urgent communication from Henry of England, sire. | 1:39:08 | 1:39:11 | |
The King and his ambassadors can drown in what they impertinently call their English Channel. | 1:39:11 | 1:39:17 | |
But, Your Majesty, the extradition of a criminal is a courtesy due from one crowned head to another. | 1:39:17 | 1:39:22 | |
My dear man, crowned heads are free to play the little game of courtesy but nations owe one another none. | 1:39:22 | 1:39:29 | |
Oh! | 1:39:29 | 1:39:30 | |
All right, | 1:39:31 | 1:39:32 | |
show them in, show them in. | 1:39:32 | 1:39:35 | |
No, you may stay. | 1:39:35 | 1:39:37 | |
The ambassadors can share our attention with our tailor. | 1:39:37 | 1:39:40 | |
It will demonstrate to the English their exact social status at our court. | 1:39:40 | 1:39:45 | |
May I be permitted to present to Your Majesty | 1:39:46 | 1:39:49 | |
the two Envoys Extraordinary from His Highness, Henry of England? | 1:39:49 | 1:39:52 | |
His Grace the Bishop of London and Robert de Beaumont, Duke of Leicester. | 1:39:52 | 1:39:56 | |
Welcome, my Lords. | 1:39:56 | 1:39:58 | |
Fresh from England, | 1:39:58 | 1:40:00 | |
how is our good King Henry? | 1:40:00 | 1:40:02 | |
He was well, Your Majesty, when we left him, two weeks ago. | 1:40:02 | 1:40:06 | |
Two weeks to cross the Channel? | 1:40:06 | 1:40:08 | |
Gentlemen. We have been waiting upon Your Majesty for three days. | 1:40:08 | 1:40:13 | |
Why was I not informed? | 1:40:13 | 1:40:15 | |
Gireaux! Your Majesty? | 1:40:15 | 1:40:17 | |
You see what I have to contend with but perhaps I can make it up to you. | 1:40:17 | 1:40:21 | |
Would you permit me to furnish you with some French garments made by our craftsman? | 1:40:21 | 1:40:26 | |
It will only take two weeks. We thank Your Majesty but we have urgent business in Rome. | 1:40:26 | 1:40:32 | |
Too bad. | 1:40:32 | 1:40:34 | |
Well, is there anything else I can do for you? | 1:40:34 | 1:40:36 | |
I wish to deliver a message from Henry, King of England, to his friend Louis, King of the French. | 1:40:36 | 1:40:42 | |
We are all ears. He wishes you to know... | 1:40:42 | 1:40:44 | |
Just one moment. | 1:40:44 | 1:40:46 | |
Yes, do continue. He wishes you to know that Thomas Becket, Archbishop of Canterbury, | 1:40:49 | 1:40:54 | |
has been found guilty of treason | 1:40:54 | 1:40:56 | |
and has forthwith fled his kingdom. | 1:40:56 | 1:40:58 | |
He therefore entreats you not to allow this criminal | 1:40:58 | 1:41:01 | |
to reside within your territories nor to permit any of your vessels to give counsel or support to him. | 1:41:01 | 1:41:08 | |
He solemnly declares that your enemies would receive none from him, nor from his subjects. | 1:41:08 | 1:41:15 | |
Henry, King of England, Duke of Normandy. | 1:41:15 | 1:41:18 | |
Gentlemen, we have listened most attentively to your sovereign's gracious request | 1:41:22 | 1:41:27 | |
and we shall shortly be drafting a formal reply to it. | 1:41:27 | 1:41:30 | |
In the meantime however we can only express our astonishment. | 1:41:30 | 1:41:34 | |
No news has reached us of the Archbishop of Canterbury's presence in our domains. | 1:41:34 | 1:41:38 | |
Sire, we have word that he is in your domains. | 1:41:38 | 1:41:41 | |
He has taken refuge in the Abbey of Saint Martin. | 1:41:41 | 1:41:44 | |
My Lord Bishop, we flatter ourselves there is some order in our kingdom. | 1:41:44 | 1:41:48 | |
If he were there we should most certainly have been informed. | 1:41:48 | 1:41:51 | |
Bring in Thomas Becket. | 1:42:01 | 1:42:03 | |
Rise, Thomas Becket, and greet us as the Primate of England, | 1:42:28 | 1:42:31 | |
a bow would have been enough | 1:42:31 | 1:42:33 | |
and if I know my etiquette you were entitled to a slight nod of the head from me. | 1:42:33 | 1:42:37 | |
That's better. | 1:42:38 | 1:42:40 | |
I might also be required to kiss the ring if it's visible and an official one | 1:42:40 | 1:42:44 | |
but I am under the impression that it isn't. No, sire. | 1:42:44 | 1:42:47 | |
I'm only an exile. That too is an important title in France. | 1:42:47 | 1:42:51 | |
I'm told you are a dangerous one. | 1:42:51 | 1:42:53 | |
I'm afraid so, sire. How delightful, shall we discuss it in private? | 1:42:53 | 1:42:58 | |
We enjoy danger, Becket. | 1:43:00 | 1:43:02 | |
It keeps us alive. | 1:43:02 | 1:43:03 | |
Do you value candour? I do, sire. Then let me tell you that were you a French bishop | 1:43:03 | 1:43:08 | |
I might have clapped you in prison. For the moment, we are pleased to grant you our royal protection. | 1:43:08 | 1:43:13 | |
I humbly thank you, Your Majesty, but I have to say | 1:43:13 | 1:43:15 | |
that I cannot buy your favour with any act hostile to my country. | 1:43:15 | 1:43:19 | |
You do us an injustice, that was understood. | 1:43:19 | 1:43:22 | |
I believe that in the past however, you have been no stranger to the art of political manoeuvre. | 1:43:22 | 1:43:28 | |
That is true, sire. Well, speaking frankly, you suit our purpose in our chess game. | 1:43:28 | 1:43:34 | |
England is splitting into the Henry camp and the Becket camp and that suits us admirably. | 1:43:34 | 1:43:40 | |
We ask nothing further of you | 1:43:40 | 1:43:43 | |
but, there is always a but as I'm sure you are aware... | 1:43:43 | 1:43:47 | |
I am aware. ..I am responsible only for France's interest, Becket. | 1:43:47 | 1:43:51 | |
Unfortunately I cannot afford to shoulder those of Heaven as well. | 1:43:51 | 1:43:55 | |
At the moment it suits me to shelter any fugitive from Henry's court. | 1:43:55 | 1:43:58 | |
His recent impertinence in claiming and capturing | 1:43:58 | 1:44:01 | |
some of our frontier towns must be well known to you, Thomas, | 1:44:01 | 1:44:05 | |
since you more than distinguished yourself in several of these engagements. | 1:44:05 | 1:44:09 | |
In a month or so however, my dealings with Henry may require | 1:44:09 | 1:44:13 | |
a different tactic, I might even be obliged to ask you to leave France. | 1:44:13 | 1:44:18 | |
I hope to have a solution to such a dilemma. Oh? | 1:44:19 | 1:44:22 | |
I intend to go on to Rome to put my case before the Holy Father, | 1:44:22 | 1:44:27 | |
if you will give me safe conduct. | 1:44:27 | 1:44:28 | |
You shall have it, of course, you're the ideal guest. | 1:44:28 | 1:44:32 | |
Might I be permitted to give you a word of advice? | 1:44:32 | 1:44:34 | |
I would appreciate it. The Pope is a most holy man but, like so many lofty personages, | 1:44:34 | 1:44:39 | |
he is surrounded by men of a somewhat inferior standard. | 1:44:39 | 1:44:42 | |
They need money | 1:44:42 | 1:44:44 | |
and King Henry might be willing to provide it. | 1:44:44 | 1:44:48 | |
Keep your eyes open. | 1:44:51 | 1:44:53 | |
I will. | 1:44:53 | 1:44:55 | |
Permit me to show you my aviary. | 1:44:55 | 1:44:57 | |
That man Becket smacks of too much sincerity, | 1:45:14 | 1:45:17 | |
a practice that is most disconcerting. | 1:45:17 | 1:45:20 | |
Fiddlesticks, sincerity is a form of strategy just like any other. | 1:45:20 | 1:45:24 | |
In a pinch I have been known to use it myself. | 1:45:24 | 1:45:26 | |
The trouble is, if your opponent starts being sincere | 1:45:26 | 1:45:29 | |
at the same time you do then the game becomes horribly confusing. | 1:45:29 | 1:45:32 | |
Shh! | 1:45:32 | 1:45:34 | |
I assure you, Your Holiness, it's a simple matter. | 1:46:03 | 1:46:07 | |
No, no, no, Zambelli, I don't agree. | 1:46:07 | 1:46:11 | |
It is impossible. If we take the money from King Henry I cannot possibly receive Becket. | 1:46:11 | 1:46:19 | |
Receive the money from the King, Holy Father, and receive the Archbishop too. | 1:46:19 | 1:46:25 | |
The one will neutralise the other. | 1:46:25 | 1:46:27 | |
You know what they say Becket is going to ask me? | 1:46:27 | 1:46:31 | |
No, Holy Father. | 1:46:31 | 1:46:33 | |
Zambelli, don't play the fox with me. | 1:46:33 | 1:46:36 | |
It was you who told me. | 1:46:36 | 1:46:38 | |
Beg your pardon, Holy Father. | 1:46:38 | 1:46:39 | |
I had forgotten or rather as your Holiness was asking me the question, | 1:46:39 | 1:46:44 | |
I though you had forgotten and so I took a chance and... | 1:46:44 | 1:46:48 | |
Zambelli, if you start out-manoeuvring yourself to no purpose, we'll be here all night. | 1:46:48 | 1:46:55 | |
Well, bring him in. | 1:46:56 | 1:46:59 | |
His Holiness will receive you now. | 1:47:12 | 1:47:14 | |
I'm sorry to be importunate, Your Holiness, but time is running out | 1:47:39 | 1:47:43 | |
and my cause concerns the very life of the Church in England. | 1:47:43 | 1:47:46 | |
I know, I know, | 1:47:46 | 1:47:47 | |
and your cause is worthy but nevertheless, Becket, | 1:47:47 | 1:47:52 | |
the Church must seek to exist peacefully within the framework of the State. | 1:47:52 | 1:47:58 | |
I sought that with desperation, Your Holiness. | 1:47:58 | 1:48:00 | |
Precisely, Becket, you are new to God's service | 1:48:00 | 1:48:04 | |
and perhaps for that reason | 1:48:04 | 1:48:06 | |
you were somewhat hot-headed and intemperate in your methods. | 1:48:06 | 1:48:12 | |
You have proved your moral worth | 1:48:12 | 1:48:15 | |
but you have also split the Church in England into two parties and that is regrettable. | 1:48:15 | 1:48:22 | |
Holy Father, I fear this may be true | 1:48:22 | 1:48:25 | |
and it has given me much agony. | 1:48:25 | 1:48:29 | |
If I'm guilty, if my judgment was wrong then I am most sincerely repentant. | 1:48:29 | 1:48:35 | |
Unfortunately that doesn't solve the problem. | 1:48:35 | 1:48:38 | |
Holy Father, | 1:48:41 | 1:48:43 | |
relieve me of the title of Archbishop, let me be an ordinary priest. | 1:48:43 | 1:48:46 | |
Right, done. Zambelli! | 1:48:46 | 1:48:48 | |
Why do you request this? | 1:48:51 | 1:48:55 | |
Then your Holiness can make a free and open decision. | 1:48:55 | 1:48:58 | |
The protection of my position as Head of the English Church | 1:48:58 | 1:49:01 | |
may prove an embarrassment I would like to relieve you of. | 1:49:01 | 1:49:04 | |
No. That would mean our total surrender to the State. | 1:49:04 | 1:49:10 | |
You will maintain your status as Archbishop | 1:49:10 | 1:49:15 | |
but you will, for the present, maintain it in a monastic retreat. | 1:49:15 | 1:49:20 | |
Where do you wish us to send you? | 1:49:20 | 1:49:24 | |
To the Abbey of Saint Martin in France. | 1:49:26 | 1:49:29 | |
I ask only that my former servant, Brother John, be allowed to accompany me. | 1:49:29 | 1:49:35 | |
Of course. | 1:49:35 | 1:49:37 | |
God grant you peace, Thomas Becket. | 1:49:37 | 1:49:41 | |
The man is obviously an abyss of ambition. | 1:50:00 | 1:50:05 | |
How long a retreat? | 1:50:05 | 1:50:07 | |
A very long retreat. | 1:50:07 | 1:50:09 | |
I wouldn't count on it, | 1:50:09 | 1:50:11 | |
wait till he tastes the food at the monastery. | 1:50:11 | 1:50:15 | |
RATTLING CARRIAGE WHEELS | 1:50:20 | 1:50:24 | |
You look concerned, Your Grace. | 1:50:39 | 1:50:41 | |
Is something wrong? No, Brother John. | 1:50:41 | 1:50:44 | |
You are unhappy here? | 1:50:44 | 1:50:46 | |
No, perhaps I'm too happy. | 1:50:46 | 1:50:49 | |
Can I help? | 1:50:49 | 1:50:51 | |
No, only God can help. | 1:50:51 | 1:50:53 | |
Lord...what do you really want me to do? | 1:51:26 | 1:51:31 | |
To remain here a poor monk in simplicity of spirit, | 1:51:34 | 1:51:38 | |
is it a path to bring me nearer to you? | 1:51:38 | 1:51:41 | |
Or is it too easy a way, perhaps even... | 1:51:42 | 1:51:46 | |
a luxury. | 1:51:46 | 1:51:48 | |
The path to holiness in this monastery is too effortless. | 1:51:49 | 1:51:53 | |
I think it would be too easy to... | 1:51:55 | 1:51:57 | |
buy you like this, | 1:51:57 | 1:52:01 | |
bargain price. | 1:52:01 | 1:52:02 | |
It has pleased you to make me Archbishop | 1:52:07 | 1:52:10 | |
and to set me like a solitary pawn, face-to-face with the King on the chessboard. | 1:52:10 | 1:52:17 | |
I think you mean me to defend your honour peacefully if I can with argument and with compromise... | 1:52:17 | 1:52:23 | |
and if I cannot, | 1:52:25 | 1:52:27 | |
then with the full challenge of my office | 1:52:27 | 1:52:30 | |
and the soaring force of what I know...to be right. | 1:52:30 | 1:52:35 | |
So, I shall take up the mitre again | 1:52:37 | 1:52:42 | |
and the golden cope and the great silver cross... | 1:52:42 | 1:52:47 | |
and I shall go back | 1:52:49 | 1:52:51 | |
and fight with the weapons it has pleased you to give me. | 1:52:51 | 1:52:55 | |
All the rest. | 1:52:59 | 1:53:00 | |
Thy will... | 1:53:02 | 1:53:04 | |
be done. | 1:53:05 | 1:53:07 | |
Look, Thomas, your king awaits you. | 1:53:24 | 1:53:27 | |
I'm glad you weren't born on this side of the Channel, Thomas, you'd have been a thorn in my side too. | 1:53:32 | 1:53:38 | |
How did you bewitch me into doing this for you? | 1:53:38 | 1:53:40 | |
I convinced you that if the King and I reconciled, he will be placed in your debt. | 1:53:40 | 1:53:45 | |
True. | 1:53:45 | 1:53:47 | |
Why does he hate you so? | 1:53:47 | 1:53:50 | |
He's never forgiven me for preferring God to him. | 1:53:50 | 1:53:53 | |
Go, Thomas. | 1:53:55 | 1:53:56 | |
You know it's a strange thing but Becket's safety has become quite dear to me. | 1:54:06 | 1:54:12 | |
You look older, Thomas. | 1:54:37 | 1:54:39 | |
So do you, my Prince. | 1:54:40 | 1:54:41 | |
You cold? I'm frozen stiff. | 1:54:43 | 1:54:47 | |
Chilblains are killing me. You love it of course, you're in your element aren't you? Just that monk's habit. | 1:54:47 | 1:54:52 | |
I always told you one must fight the cold with the cold's weapons. | 1:54:52 | 1:54:56 | |
Strip yourself naked every morning and... | 1:54:56 | 1:54:59 | |
BOTH: ..splash yourself with cold water. | 1:54:59 | 1:55:02 | |
I used to when you were there to make me. | 1:55:04 | 1:55:09 | |
I never wash now, I stink. | 1:55:09 | 1:55:11 | |
How is your son? He must have come of age. | 1:55:12 | 1:55:15 | |
He's an idiot and sly like his mother. | 1:55:15 | 1:55:18 | |
Thomas, don't you ever marry. | 1:55:18 | 1:55:20 | |
You took that matter out of my hands when you had me ordained. | 1:55:21 | 1:55:24 | |
If we start on that we're sure to quarrel! Talk about something else. | 1:55:24 | 1:55:29 | |
Very well. | 1:55:29 | 1:55:32 | |
Has Your Majesty done much hunting lately? | 1:55:32 | 1:55:35 | |
Yes, every day. It doesn't amuse me any more. | 1:55:35 | 1:55:39 | |
Becket, I'm bored. | 1:55:39 | 1:55:41 | |
My Prince, I wish I could help you. | 1:55:41 | 1:55:45 | |
What are you waiting for? | 1:55:45 | 1:55:47 | |
For the honour of God and the honour of the King to become one. | 1:55:47 | 1:55:51 | |
That may take long. | 1:55:51 | 1:55:54 | |
Yes...that may take long. | 1:55:54 | 1:55:59 | |
I am the King, Thomas, | 1:55:59 | 1:56:01 | |
and so long as we are on this earth, you owe me the first move. | 1:56:01 | 1:56:06 | |
I am prepared to forget a lot of things but not the fact that I am King. | 1:56:06 | 1:56:11 | |
You yourself taught me that. Never forget it, my Prince. | 1:56:11 | 1:56:14 | |
You have a different task to do, you have to steer the ship. | 1:56:14 | 1:56:19 | |
And you, what do you have to do? | 1:56:19 | 1:56:21 | |
To resist you with all my might when you steer against the law of God. | 1:56:21 | 1:56:24 | |
What do you expect of me then? | 1:56:24 | 1:56:26 | |
Are you hoping I'll weaken? No. | 1:56:26 | 1:56:29 | |
I'm afraid we must only do... | 1:56:31 | 1:56:33 | |
absurdly... | 1:56:33 | 1:56:35 | |
what it has been given to us to do, right to the end. | 1:56:35 | 1:56:40 | |
Look suppose we come down to earth and use words that make sense to a boor like myself, | 1:56:40 | 1:56:46 | |
otherwise we'll never get anywhere | 1:56:46 | 1:56:48 | |
and there'll be two frozen statues trying to make their peace in a frozen eternity. | 1:56:48 | 1:56:53 | |
My Lord, I was doing my best to make you understand. | 1:56:53 | 1:56:56 | |
I'm an idiot then! Talk to me like an idiot! | 1:56:56 | 1:56:59 | |
Will you lift the excommunication you pronounced on Lord Gilbert? | 1:56:59 | 1:57:02 | |
No, because it's the only weapon I have left to defend what was given into my care. | 1:57:02 | 1:57:07 | |
Will you agree to the ten proposals which the bishops accepted in your absence, | 1:57:07 | 1:57:11 | |
particularly to the surrender of priests | 1:57:11 | 1:57:13 | |
who seek the protection of the Church to escape my courts of justice? | 1:57:13 | 1:57:17 | |
No, my role is to defend my sheep and they ARE my sheep. | 1:57:17 | 1:57:22 | |
But I shall agree to the nine other articles | 1:57:24 | 1:57:27 | |
in the spirit of peace and because I know you must remain King in all and of all, | 1:57:27 | 1:57:31 | |
save the honour of God. | 1:57:31 | 1:57:33 | |
All right, | 1:57:43 | 1:57:45 | |
I will give way on this one point | 1:57:45 | 1:57:48 | |
in memory of our past friendship. | 1:57:48 | 1:57:50 | |
You may return to England. Thank you, my Prince. | 1:57:52 | 1:57:55 | |
I meant to go back in any case and give myself up to your power | 1:57:55 | 1:57:59 | |
but in all things that concern this earth, | 1:57:59 | 1:58:02 | |
I owe you obedience. | 1:58:02 | 1:58:04 | |
We've finished now and I'm cold. | 1:58:08 | 1:58:12 | |
I feel cold too... | 1:58:15 | 1:58:17 | |
..now. | 1:58:19 | 1:58:21 | |
You NEVER loved me, did you, Thomas? | 1:58:22 | 1:58:24 | |
In so far as I was capable of love, | 1:58:26 | 1:58:29 | |
yes, I did. | 1:58:29 | 1:58:31 | |
Did you start to love God? | 1:58:31 | 1:58:32 | |
YOU MULE! Answer a simple question! | 1:58:34 | 1:58:37 | |
Yes. | 1:58:39 | 1:58:42 | |
I started to love... | 1:58:42 | 1:58:44 | |
the honour of God. | 1:58:44 | 1:58:46 | |
I should never have seen you, | 1:58:49 | 1:58:52 | |
it hurts too much. My Prince. | 1:58:52 | 1:58:55 | |
No! No pity, it's dirty. | 1:58:55 | 1:58:58 | |
This is the last time I shall come begging to you. | 1:59:00 | 1:59:03 | |
Go back to England. | 1:59:03 | 1:59:05 | |
Farewell, my Prince. | 1:59:06 | 1:59:08 | |
I sail tomorrow. | 1:59:09 | 1:59:11 | |
I know that I shall... never see you again. | 1:59:13 | 1:59:16 | |
How dare you say that to me when I've given you my Royal word! Do you take me for a traitor?! | 1:59:16 | 1:59:21 | |
THOMAS! | 1:59:31 | 1:59:32 | |
Sit. | 2:00:15 | 2:00:17 | |
Come here you. | 2:00:19 | 2:00:20 | |
Sit here. | 2:00:25 | 2:00:27 | |
You look to me, sir, not your mother. | 2:00:27 | 2:00:29 | |
SIT, you witless baboon! | 2:00:30 | 2:00:33 | |
What is the meaning of this? | 2:00:33 | 2:00:35 | |
Henry, what are you going? I know very well what I'm doing, Madam. | 2:00:35 | 2:00:39 | |
Out! | 2:00:39 | 2:00:42 | |
Before you fill your bellies, we have something to announce. | 2:00:42 | 2:00:45 | |
Reviving an ancient custom, we have decided to have our successor crowned in our lifetime. | 2:00:45 | 2:00:53 | |
We do this to protect the kingdom from future pretenders to the throne. | 2:00:53 | 2:00:57 | |
Henry, this... Shut up! Stop dribbling while I raise you to glory. | 2:00:57 | 2:01:01 | |
To my successor... | 2:01:01 | 2:01:03 | |
Henry the Third. | 2:01:05 | 2:01:07 | |
ALL: Henry the Third. | 2:01:08 | 2:01:10 | |
When will the coronation take place? | 2:01:11 | 2:01:13 | |
As soon as we arrive in England. | 2:01:13 | 2:01:15 | |
Where, may I ask? | 2:01:15 | 2:01:17 | |
You may well ask. | 2:01:17 | 2:01:19 | |
At York. Not at Canterbury? | 2:01:19 | 2:01:23 | |
My good mother, gentlemen, is hinting with her customary delicacy | 2:01:23 | 2:01:27 | |
that there is a double purpose to this mummery. | 2:01:27 | 2:01:31 | |
There is. | 2:01:31 | 2:01:32 | |
We are going to show our freshly reinstated Archbishop that we can still do without him. | 2:01:32 | 2:01:38 | |
The coronation of the English King is the most jealously guarded privilege of Canterbury. | 2:01:38 | 2:01:44 | |
I'd give anything to see Becket's face when he learns he's lost it and that York has got it. | 2:01:45 | 2:01:52 | |
THEY CHUCKLE | 2:01:52 | 2:01:54 | |
Ah, we'll fix him. | 2:01:54 | 2:01:56 | |
Get out of there, you young cretin, you're not crowned yet. | 2:01:57 | 2:02:01 | |
What a look. | 2:02:08 | 2:02:10 | |
Filial devotion is a beautiful thing. | 2:02:13 | 2:02:17 | |
You'd like to be the real king wouldn't you, you little pig? | 2:02:19 | 2:02:23 | |
With that number three after your name and Papa good and stiff in his tomb. | 2:02:23 | 2:02:28 | |
You're going to have to wait a bit | 2:02:28 | 2:02:30 | |
because Papa is well, | 2:02:30 | 2:02:33 | |
Papa is very well indeed. | 2:02:33 | 2:02:36 | |
My son, do you know I've always been against any reconciliation with that wretch, Becket. | 2:02:36 | 2:02:42 | |
You know I understand your hatred for him but do not let it | 2:02:42 | 2:02:45 | |
lead you into an action which you may bitterly regret. | 2:02:45 | 2:02:49 | |
This boy is not clever, ambitious men will use him against you long before you cease to reign. | 2:02:49 | 2:02:56 | |
I'm still very much alive, Madam, and in control. | 2:02:56 | 2:03:00 | |
Henry, for all our sakes think of England and not of your disappointed love for this man. | 2:03:00 | 2:03:07 | |
Love?! | 2:03:07 | 2:03:09 | |
Love?! A moment ago it was hate! And what gives you the right, Madam, to meddle in my loves and hates? | 2:03:09 | 2:03:16 | |
You have an obsession about him which is unhealthy and unnatural | 2:03:16 | 2:03:21 | |
and now that he no longer gives you comfort? | 2:03:21 | 2:03:23 | |
God, if Thomas Becket were a faithless woman you'd behave no differently. | 2:03:23 | 2:03:28 | |
Sweet Jesus, you'd tear him out of your heart. | 2:03:28 | 2:03:31 | |
Oh, if I were a man. | 2:03:31 | 2:03:33 | |
Thank God, Madam, he gave you breasts - | 2:03:33 | 2:03:38 | |
an asset from which I derived not the slightest benefit. | 2:03:38 | 2:03:41 | |
I was let out to be suckled by a peasant girl. | 2:03:42 | 2:03:45 | |
That, no doubt, is why it is so difficult to see the king beneath your crown. | 2:03:45 | 2:03:49 | |
So you have something to add, my Lady? | 2:03:51 | 2:03:54 | |
Well, go on, add it, add it, get it out of you once and for all in one great whine! | 2:03:54 | 2:04:01 | |
Let's hear the poison you've accumulated! | 2:04:01 | 2:04:04 | |
I pity you. | 2:04:04 | 2:04:06 | |
I tolerated your mistresses, Sir, but don't expect me to tolerate everything! Becket! | 2:04:06 | 2:04:13 | |
Always Becket! I am a woman, I am your wife, I am a queen. | 2:04:13 | 2:04:18 | |
I'll complain to my father, I'll complain to my uncle, the Emperor, | 2:04:18 | 2:04:22 | |
I'll complain to all the kings of Europe, I'll complain to God. | 2:04:22 | 2:04:25 | |
If I were you, Madam, I'd start with God. | 2:04:28 | 2:04:30 | |
Go to your chapel and see if he's at home. | 2:04:30 | 2:04:33 | |
Get out, the pair of you! I wretch with boredom at the sight of you. | 2:04:33 | 2:04:37 | |
To the Devil, my whole family if he'll have you?! | 2:04:37 | 2:04:41 | |
And, as for you, young Henry the Third, here's my Royal foot up your Royal buttocks! | 2:04:41 | 2:04:48 | |
Ah, that's better. | 2:05:03 | 2:05:05 | |
Let us drink, gentlemen. | 2:05:06 | 2:05:08 | |
Let us drink till we roll under the table in vomit and oblivion. | 2:05:10 | 2:05:15 | |
My faithful hounds, | 2:05:19 | 2:05:23 | |
it's warm beside you like beasts in a stable. | 2:05:23 | 2:05:28 | |
Good sweat. | 2:05:28 | 2:05:30 | |
Comfortable nothingness | 2:05:30 | 2:05:34 | |
with the least glimmer inside | 2:05:34 | 2:05:37 | |
to spoil the fun. | 2:05:37 | 2:05:40 | |
And to think before I met Becket I was like you, | 2:05:40 | 2:05:44 | |
a well-oiled machine of belching, whoring and punching heads. | 2:05:44 | 2:05:49 | |
What did you put in mine, Thomas, | 2:05:53 | 2:05:56 | |
that stopped the machine? | 2:05:56 | 2:05:58 | |
Tell me, do you ever think? | 2:06:01 | 2:06:04 | |
Never, sire, a gentleman has better things to do. | 2:06:04 | 2:06:07 | |
Go on, drink up. | 2:06:09 | 2:06:11 | |
What's the news from England? | 2:06:14 | 2:06:16 | |
Has Becket landed? | 2:06:16 | 2:06:19 | |
He has landed, sire. | 2:06:19 | 2:06:21 | |
Was no-one there to receive him? | 2:06:23 | 2:06:27 | |
Lord Gilbert for example? | 2:06:27 | 2:06:30 | |
Oh, he was there, damned and excommunicate as he still is | 2:06:30 | 2:06:35 | |
but there were seven bishops there charging his soldiers not to cause bloodshed | 2:06:35 | 2:06:40 | |
and give the lie to the safe conduct you gave Becket. | 2:06:40 | 2:06:43 | |
Yeah...I gave him safe conduct. | 2:06:43 | 2:06:47 | |
The peasants escorted him from village to village. | 2:06:47 | 2:06:51 | |
They cheered him all the way to Canterbury. | 2:06:51 | 2:06:54 | |
Not a single gentleman, not a single Norman showed his face. | 2:06:54 | 2:06:58 | |
Only Saxons? ALL: Yeah. | 2:06:58 | 2:07:01 | |
Swarms of them. | 2:07:01 | 2:07:03 | |
Becket left England a fugitive, an exile. | 2:07:03 | 2:07:07 | |
He's returned there to find an affection that people have always saved for their king. | 2:07:07 | 2:07:13 | |
A man who ate my bread. | 2:07:16 | 2:07:18 | |
A man I raised from nothing. | 2:07:21 | 2:07:24 | |
A man I loved. | 2:07:27 | 2:07:29 | |
Yes...I loved him. | 2:07:33 | 2:07:36 | |
I loved him | 2:07:38 | 2:07:41 | |
and I still do. | 2:07:41 | 2:07:43 | |
Enough! Oh, God! | 2:07:44 | 2:07:47 | |
Enough! | 2:07:47 | 2:07:48 | |
Stop! Stop! | 2:07:50 | 2:07:53 | |
I can do nothing. | 2:08:01 | 2:08:03 | |
I am as useless as a woman. | 2:08:03 | 2:08:06 | |
So long as he's alive | 2:08:08 | 2:08:12 | |
I tremble, | 2:08:12 | 2:08:13 | |
I shake. | 2:08:13 | 2:08:15 | |
I'm the King... | 2:08:17 | 2:08:19 | |
and yet I shake. | 2:08:20 | 2:08:23 | |
Will no-one rid me of this meddlesome priest? | 2:08:33 | 2:08:37 | |
A priest who mocks me. | 2:08:40 | 2:08:42 | |
Are all around me cowards... | 2:08:44 | 2:08:46 | |
like myself? | 2:08:46 | 2:08:49 | |
Are there no men left in England? | 2:08:49 | 2:08:53 | |
I...I can't... | 2:08:56 | 2:08:58 | |
It's my heart... | 2:08:58 | 2:09:00 | |
It's too fond... | 2:09:03 | 2:09:05 | |
too fond. | 2:09:06 | 2:09:08 | |
It's too... | 2:09:09 | 2:09:11 | |
Thomas... | 2:09:45 | 2:09:47 | |
BELL TOLLS | 2:09:49 | 2:09:52 | |
Make haste. It's difficult with all these little laces, wants a woman's hands. | 2:09:59 | 2:10:04 | |
A man's hands are better today. If it's worth doing, it's worth doing well. | 2:10:04 | 2:10:09 | |
Yes. | 2:10:09 | 2:10:11 | |
If it's worth doing, it's worth doing well. | 2:10:11 | 2:10:13 | |
Do all the laces, every one of them, | 2:10:16 | 2:10:18 | |
I must look my best today. | 2:10:18 | 2:10:20 | |
God will give us time. | 2:10:23 | 2:10:24 | |
There, that's done | 2:10:26 | 2:10:28 | |
but I'd just as soon cleaned out our pigsty at home. | 2:10:28 | 2:10:31 | |
It's not half so much hard work. | 2:10:31 | 2:10:33 | |
Were you fond of your pig? | 2:10:34 | 2:10:36 | |
Yes, I was. | 2:10:36 | 2:10:38 | |
At my father's house we had some pigs too when I was a child. | 2:10:39 | 2:10:42 | |
Did you now? | 2:10:42 | 2:10:43 | |
Will it... | 2:10:48 | 2:10:51 | |
be today? | 2:10:51 | 2:10:52 | |
It's possible, my son. | 2:10:54 | 2:10:56 | |
Are you afraid? Oh, no, | 2:10:58 | 2:11:00 | |
not if I have time to fight. | 2:11:00 | 2:11:04 | |
What I want is the chance to strike a few blows first | 2:11:04 | 2:11:08 | |
so I shan't have done nothing but receive them all my life. | 2:11:08 | 2:11:12 | |
If I can kill one Norman first, just one, | 2:11:12 | 2:11:15 | |
that'll seem fair and right enough to me. | 2:11:15 | 2:11:18 | |
Are you so set on killing one? Yes, I am. | 2:11:18 | 2:11:21 | |
I don't mind if I am just a grain of sand in a machine | 2:11:21 | 2:11:24 | |
because I know by putting more and more grains of sand in a machine, | 2:11:24 | 2:11:29 | |
one day it'll come grinding to a stop. | 2:11:29 | 2:11:32 | |
And on that day, | 2:11:32 | 2:11:34 | |
what then? Well, we'll have a fine new, well-oiled machine in place of the old one | 2:11:34 | 2:11:40 | |
and this time we'll put the Normans into it instead. | 2:11:40 | 2:11:43 | |
That's what justice means, doesn't it? | 2:11:48 | 2:11:50 | |
Now give me my silver cross. | 2:12:04 | 2:12:05 | |
I must hold it. | 2:12:07 | 2:12:08 | |
Oh, it's heavy. | 2:12:13 | 2:12:16 | |
A good swipe with this and they'd feel it. | 2:12:16 | 2:12:18 | |
Lucky little Saxon. | 2:12:20 | 2:12:23 | |
For you that would settle all accounts in this... | 2:12:23 | 2:12:26 | |
black world wouldn't it? | 2:12:26 | 2:12:28 | |
There, Lord. | 2:12:37 | 2:12:39 | |
I am ready... | 2:12:40 | 2:12:42 | |
..adorned for your festivities. | 2:12:45 | 2:12:47 | |
Come, let us go to the altar. | 2:12:52 | 2:12:55 | |
HE RINGS BELL | 2:13:02 | 2:13:04 | |
Your Grace... | 2:13:20 | 2:13:21 | |
Your Grace, there are armed men at the doors. I've bolted the doors but... | 2:13:23 | 2:13:28 | |
It's time for vespers. Does one bolt the doors during vespers, I've never heard of it. | 2:13:28 | 2:13:34 | |
But, Your Grace. | 2:13:34 | 2:13:35 | |
Open them. Everything must be as it should be for divine service. | 2:13:35 | 2:13:40 | |
THUDDING KNOCKING AT DOOR | 2:13:42 | 2:13:44 | |
THUDS CONTINUE | 2:13:49 | 2:13:51 | |
THUDS CONTINUE | 2:13:57 | 2:13:59 | |
# Deus in adjutorium meum intende... # | 2:14:01 | 2:14:09 | |
THUDS CONTINUE # Domine, ad adjuvandum me festina... # | 2:14:09 | 2:14:17 | |
It is here now, | 2:14:17 | 2:14:19 | |
the supreme folly, this is its hour. | 2:14:19 | 2:14:24 | |
# ..Sicut erat in principio | 2:14:31 | 2:14:35 | |
# Et nunc et semper | 2:14:35 | 2:14:41 | |
# Et in saecula saeculorum, amen | 2:14:41 | 2:14:45 | |
# Alleluia. # | 2:14:45 | 2:14:48 | |
CHANTING CONTINUES | 2:14:48 | 2:14:53 | |
One does not carry arms into God's house. | 2:15:04 | 2:15:07 | |
What do you want? | 2:15:07 | 2:15:09 | |
Your death. | 2:15:09 | 2:15:12 | |
# Dixit Dominus Domino meo | 2:15:12 | 2:15:14 | |
# Sede a dextris meis | 2:15:14 | 2:15:17 | |
# Donec ponam inimicos tuos... # | 2:15:17 | 2:15:22 | |
We will continue with the service. | 2:15:22 | 2:15:25 | |
# ..Scabellum pedum tuorum... # | 2:15:25 | 2:15:28 | |
Saxon! | 2:15:30 | 2:15:31 | |
Dog! | 2:15:33 | 2:15:35 | |
Traitor! | 2:15:37 | 2:15:38 | |
Oh, Lord, | 2:16:06 | 2:16:09 | |
how heavy thy honour is to bear. | 2:16:09 | 2:16:12 | |
Poor Henry. | 2:17:05 | 2:17:07 | |
SCOURGES CRACK | 2:17:14 | 2:17:16 | |
Thank you. | 2:17:46 | 2:17:51 | |
Yes, yes, it was all agreed, I forgive you. | 2:17:51 | 2:17:55 | |
Pigs! | 2:17:55 | 2:17:57 | |
Saxon pigs! | 2:17:57 | 2:17:59 | |
They certainly wanted their money's worth. | 2:18:01 | 2:18:05 | |
Is there a large crowd outside? | 2:18:08 | 2:18:10 | |
Yes, sire. | 2:18:10 | 2:18:12 | |
There's nothing more certain to win them over | 2:18:12 | 2:18:15 | |
than the sight of the King doing penance and humbling himself under the lash. | 2:18:15 | 2:18:19 | |
The honour of God, gentlemen, is a very good thing | 2:18:24 | 2:18:28 | |
and, all things considered, one gains by having it on one's side. | 2:18:28 | 2:18:32 | |
Thomas Becket, our friend, | 2:18:35 | 2:18:38 | |
always used to say so. | 2:18:38 | 2:18:40 | |
Tonight in Council, | 2:18:42 | 2:18:45 | |
we will determine what punishment his murderers should receive. | 2:18:45 | 2:18:48 | |
Sire, they are unknown. | 2:18:50 | 2:18:52 | |
Justice will seek them out, you may be sure. | 2:18:54 | 2:18:58 | |
It is a time, my dear barons, for all of us to do penance. | 2:19:05 | 2:19:10 | |
RISING HUM OF CHATTER | 2:19:24 | 2:19:28 | |
Hear me! | 2:19:36 | 2:19:37 | |
People of Canterbury | 2:19:39 | 2:19:41 | |
and citizens of England. | 2:19:41 | 2:19:43 | |
As I have submitted myself to the lash | 2:19:45 | 2:19:48 | |
so have I petitioned the Pope | 2:19:48 | 2:19:52 | |
and this day | 2:19:52 | 2:19:54 | |
I have received his answer. | 2:19:54 | 2:19:56 | |
Thomas Becket, | 2:19:56 | 2:19:58 | |
former Archbishop of Canterbury | 2:19:58 | 2:20:01 | |
and martyr to the cause of God and his Church | 2:20:01 | 2:20:06 | |
shall henceforth | 2:20:06 | 2:20:08 | |
be honoured and prayed to in this kingdom | 2:20:08 | 2:20:12 | |
as a saint. | 2:20:12 | 2:20:14 | |
CHEERING | 2:20:14 | 2:20:20 | |
Is the honour of God washed clean enough? | 2:20:46 | 2:20:49 | |
Are you satisfied now, Thomas? | 2:20:51 | 2:20:53 |