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If John takes the Dover Road to London

he has to cross the Medway here

at Rochester.

I'll seize Rochester Castle.

Delay them. That'll give you time

to negotiate with the French.

We have no force to fight the King.

I have a few men I can count on.

Absolutely not. Suicide is a sin

in the eyes of the Church, Baron.

Your Grace,

I'm afraid I only see one thing.

From Rochester, the King

is able to dispatch his troops and supplies

all over the country.

It is his keystone.

Without it we will not stop him.

All my sins to this.

May God protect what we are about to do.

Guy!

Squire!

I want you to ride back.

No. I know how to fight.

You see how he talks to me?

Have you ever killed a man, Squire?

Eh?

- Then you will learn, it is not a noble thing.

- Not even when it's for freedom?

Not even when it is for God.

Hah!

Look at you!

Any one of you throws

a turd or a bean, I'll get you!

And you know I will! Yargh!

- Where's the butchers?

- Over there.

I'll remember your faces!

Sheep shears!

They're sharp! Sharp sheep shears!

- I'm looking for Daniel Marks.

- Wait here.

Marks!

Whatever it is or how much...

- just get me out of here, Baron.

- Done. Where's de Lacy?

- He went back to Poitou.

- Becket?

You don't want him.

Templars.

They've come back.

Here. You may need protection.

Get up.

I said, get up!

You sack of sh*t!

Billy.

What told me I'd see you?

What's with the altar boy?

Billy all tied up with God again?

- This is not our man.

- Hoy!

I'm his man,

don't you worry about that.

If he pays me enough,

I'll split the gut of any man alive.

Ain't that right, Billy boy?

- Who's with you?

- Gil Becket. Daniel Marks.

The last time we were all together

must have been Dieppe.

The days

when the King was still good to us.

He's taken all the castles

along the coast.

If he takes Rochester,

he'll control southern England.

If the whispers I've heard are true,

he's too strong now.

He's got an army of Danish mercenaries.

Wait for him in London.

Do you think I want this?

I'm not a soldier, not any more.

I'm a fat wool merchant with

a hen-pecking wife and three daughters.

But, unfortunately,

he won't let it be.

I'm sorry, Baron. Not this one.

I learnt about the Crusades.

Is it true what the Templar swords say?

"Blessed and omnipotent

is the warrior of Christ"'?

Yeah, water. Water.

- Hey!

- Agh!

What do you think he's worth?

- Are you sorry for what you've done?

- Bollocks.

- Release him.

- Amen!

Papa!

Get inside. Now!

- Joseph.

- Baron.

- Daniel.

- Wulfstan.

Becket.

You...are a filthy whore, Becket.

So was she.

We'll never hold that castle

with this lot.

They may not be worthy of that cross

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