Dark Relic

[wind blowing]

- YOU HAVE IT?

- GIVE ME.

- NOT UNTIL I SEE IT.

- NOW.

I HAVE TO...GET RID OF IT.

- I'VE MET TOO MANY CHARLATANS

SINCE OUR ARRIVAL HERE,

AND MANY KNIGHTS

HAVE BEEN TRICKED

INTO TAKING FALSE RELICS

TO THE HOLY SEE.

I WON'T BE ONE OF THEM.

STAY HERE, SIR RAYMOND.

STAND GUARD.

- YES, SIR.

- IT'S IN THERE.

- IF THIS IS A GENUINE

PIECE OF THE CROSS,

THEN IT IS NO FOR US TO TOUCH.

- COULD IT BE?

- VENI, VENI

SANCTE SPIRITUS...

[speaking Latin]

...AMEN.

THE BLOOD OF CHRIST!

- WE HAVE A DEAL.

- GOOD.

TAKE IT AWAY.

QUICK.

- BLESS YOU, MY SON.

- WELL, IS IT?

- IT IS A TRUE RELIC.

A REAL PIECE:

OF THE LORD'S CROSS.

- YOU COULD FEEL THE HOLY

SPIRIT POURING FROM IT.

- WE HAVE

FINALLY SOMETHING

TO MAKE THIS CRUSADE

WORTH THE FIGHT.

LET'S GO.

[coins clanging]

[Gothic-style music]

[horse neighing]

- WORD HAS SPREAD ABOU OUR FIND, SIR GREGORY.

- AND THEY SAY

A PIECE OF THE CRUCIFIX

IS AS PRECIOUS:

AS THE HOLY GRAIL.

- I SAW SOME RED FACES

IN TANCRED'S COUR

WHEN HE HEARD THE NEWS.

HE FEELS HE WAS BEATEN

TO THE ULTIMATE PRIZE.

- WELL,

AS WELL HE MIGHT.

WHEN WE BRING:

THIS BEFORE THE HOLY SEE,

THERE'LL BE PRAISE INDEED.

YOU'LL BE A HERO.

- A HERO?

I'M MORE CONCERNED A HOW THESE NIGHTS GROW COLDER.

- THE WEATHER IS TURNING.

PERHAPS NOW IS THE BEST TIME

FOR US TO LEAVE.

- WHEN WAS THE BES TIME TO ARRIVE?

- THE CRUSADE WAS

WORTH ALL THE SACRIFICE.

DON'T YOU THINK, BROTHER GEORGE?

- OF COURSE.

- THINK OF ALL

THE GLORY YOU'D HAVE MISSED

HAD WE ARRIVED ANY LATER.

- WHAT GLORY WAS THERE

IN THIS BLOODSHED?

- PERHAPS YOU FORGE IT WAS THE GLORY OF GOD.

- GOD HAD NO WISH FOR THIS.

THIS WAS THE GREED OF MAN.

- BE CAREFUL

WHAT YOU SAY, MY LORD.

THAT COULD BE:

CONSTRUED AS BLASPHEMY.

- YOU WERE AT THE COUNCIL

OF CLERMONT, AS WAS I.

EMPEROR KOMNENOS

ASKED FOR OUR HELP,

AND WE WERE:

READY TO GIVE IT.

- CLERMONT WAS

A COUNCIL OF WARMONGERS.

I SEE THAT NOW.

- YOU NEEDN'T SPILL TEARS

OVER THOSE WHO HAVE SLAIN.

THEY DESERVE WHAT THEY GOT.

AND NOW WE HAVE:

THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN.

AS IT SHOULD BE.

- WHAT WOULD

YOU SPILL TEARS OVER?

- I SPILL THEM

OVER SLEEPING ALONE.

- FOR ME, IT'S SPENDING

ANOTHER NIGHT IN THIS COLD CAMP

WHILE MY LANDS ARE

PROBABLY BEING PLUNDERED

BY THE THIEVING BASTARDS

I LEFT TO LOOK AFTER THEM.

WHEN CAN THE REST OF US

SEE THIS TREASURE?

- AN ARTIFAC OF THIS MAGNITUDE

SHOULD ONLY BE FOR THE EYES

OF THE HOLY FATHER HIMSELF.

HE SHALL DECIDE WHO

IS FIT TO GAZE UPON IT.

I'VE DECIDED IT'S TIME.

TOMORROW,

WE LEAVE FOR JAFFA.

FROM THERE,

WE TAKE A SHIP TO ROME.

WE PRESENT OUR GIFT,

AND THEN...

FINALLY...WE GO HOME.

- YES!

THAT'S A SIGN

FOR MORE MEAD, LADS.

[birds chirping]

- THIS FOR

YOUR THANKS, CAPTAIN.

- I THINK WE'LL HAVE A SMOOTH

PASSAGE FOR YOU, MY LORD.

OH, OOPS.

[chuckles]

YOUR BACKSIDE'S TOO USED TO

FINE WINES AND LAZY HORSES, EH?

- AND MY BLADE IS

USED TO INSOLENT TONGUES.

- OH, I'M SURE IT IS.

AND ME, BEING A GOD-FEARING MAN,

WOULDN'T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY.

FATHER.

- IT'S BROTHER.

- CAREFUL THERE.

- YES, MY LORD.

[loud thud]

- WHAT HAVE WE HERE?

- I'M SORRY, CAPTAIN.

I'M AFRAID THAT'S

NOT FOR YOUR EYES.

- MAYBE NOW YOU'D ALLOW ME

TO BRING YOU A CLEAN TUNIC.

YOU SMELL WORSE:

THAN THE CAPTAIN.

[both chuckle]

- YOU KNOW MY VOW.

NOT UNTIL:

I REACH MY OWN BED.

- AT LEAST NOW I CAN

FINALLY SEE THAT HAPPENING.

I CAN'T WAI TO GET BACK HOME.

- ME TOO.

AND THEN WE SHOULD TALK

ABOUT YOUR STATUS AS SQUIRE.

I'M SURE YOUR FATHER

WOULD BE PROUD TO KNOW

HOW BRAVELY YOU:

FOUGHT ALONGSIDE ME.

YOU FOUGHT AS A KNIGHT.

I WONDER WHA THE GIRLS BACK HOME

WOULD SAY ABOUT SIR PAUL.

- THE GOSPEL IS TAKEN

FROM MARK, CHAPTER FOUR,

BEGINNING:

WITH THE 39TH VERSE.

ET EXSURGENS COMMINATUS

EST VENTO:

ET DIXI MARI TACE OBMUTESCE...

- DID YOU SEE IT?

THE RELIC.

- NO, I WAS OUTSIDE.

- WHY SUCH SECRECY?

- WE'RE TRYING

TO PRESERVE ITS SANCTITY.

- PRESERVE?

PRESERVE IT FROM WHO?

AREN'T WE HONORABLE KNIGHTS?

- WE'LL SEE IT SOON ENOUGH.

- ...QUIA ET VENTUS

ET MARE OBOEDIUNT EI.

IN NOMINE PATRI, ET FILII,

ET SPIRITUS SANCTI. AMEN.

[grunts, swords clashing]

- [growling]

[loud growl]

[ship creaking]

- CAPTAIN!

THE WATER IS RUINED TOO!

- WHAT IN GOD'S NAME?

- WHAT IS IT?

WHAT'S GOING ON?

- HERE. TASTE.

- OH, IT'S SALT WATER.

- ALL OF IT IS.

BUT THE WATER:

WAS FRESH LAST NIGHT.

- A WAVE MUST'VE WASHED OVER

AND SPOILED IT.

- IMPOSSIBLE!

EVEN THE BARRELS THA WEREN'T OPEN ARE RUINED!

AND THIS?

- BUT WE ATE WELL

LAST NIGHT.

- IT'S ALL INFESTED.

WE HAVE NOTHING.

THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN.

MY MEN ARE TALKING--

WHISPERING EVIL THINGS.

THEY TALK OF A CURSE--

AN EVIL YOU:

HAVE BROUGHT UPON US.

- AR--I UNDERSTAND

YOUR CREW'S CONCERN,

AND OBVIOUSLY THERE HAS

BEEN SOME MISFORTUNE HERE.

BUT NOT A CURSE.

WE ARE CRUSADERS.

WE FOUGH WITH GOD ON OUR SIDE.

- [scoffs]

THEN WHY IS GOD PUNISHING US?

MAYBE YOUR PRECIOUS WAR

WAS LESS THAN HOLY.

- CAPTAIN!

STARBOARD!

[thunder clapping]

- HEY, HEY,

HARD TO PORT!

WE HAVE TO RIDE OU THIS SQUALL.

STOW THE SAILS!

THEY'LL BE RIPPED TO PIECES!

- WHAT CAN WE DO TO HELP?

- YOU CAN HELP BY

KEEPING OUT OF OUR WAY.

GET BELOW DECKS:

AND TIE EVERYTHING DOWN,

INCLUDING YOURSELVES.

AND YOU CAN PRAY

FOR OUR LIVES!

[thunder clapping]

[screaming]

[thunder clapping,

all yelling]

[ripping]

- [screams]

- AHH!

- [pained scream]

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