
Becket
(men singing in Latin)
(bell ringing)
(chanting in Latin)
Well, Thomas Becket,
are you satisfied?
Here I am stripped,
kneeling at your tomb
while those treacherous Saxon monks
of yours are getting ready to thrash me.
Me, with my delicate skin.
I bet you'd never have done
the same for me.
But I suppose I have to do this penance
and make my peace with you.
Hmm.
What a strange end to our story.
How cold it was when we last met
on the shores of France.
Funny, it's nearly always been cold,
except at the beginning
when we were friends.
We did have a few
fine summer evenings with the girls.
Did you love Gwendolen, Archbishop?
Did you hate me
the night I took her from you,
shouting, "I am the king"?
Perhaps that's what
you could never forgive me for.
Look at them lurking there,
gloating.
Oh, Thomas,
I'm ashamed of this
whole silly masquerade.
All right, so I've come here to
make my peace with their Saxon hero,
because I need them now,
those Saxon peasants of yours.
Now I'll call them my sons,
as you wanted me to.
You taught me that, too.
You taught me everything.
Those were the happy times.
Do you remember?
At the peep of dawn,
and as usual we'd been drinking
and wenching in the town.
You were even better at that
than I was.
(man and woman laughing)
(snoring)
(laughter continues)
(creak)
- (gasps)
- Shh. Listen.
- Huh?
- Upstairs.
(laughter continues)
- She's up with someone.
- Well, go on up.
(laughter continues)
- Shh.
- (laughter continues)
(gasps)
(screaming)
- Get up, man, get on up there!
- Quick, out through the window.
Thank you.
(woman gasps)
Oh. Ah. Ooh.
Come on now.
Come on.
Come on.
Come here.
I'll lay my hands on her, the dirty slut.
Where is he, the swine?
You don't - Don't you dare,
don't you dare - (sobbing)
- Here. Catch.
- Ha! Ho! Hyah! Ah!
- (laughing)
- Go on, get in there.
- (both grunting)
- Here. Take my boot.
I can't get my boot back on.
- Faster now.
- (laughing)
Whoo!
Whoo! Whoo!
(shivering)
Oh, Rub harder, pig. I'm cold.
Ah, no one does it the way you do,
Thomas.
- Thank you.
- I think you actually like the cold.
I made you a nobleman.
Why do you play at being my valet?
I'm your servant in the council chamber,
or here in the bath.
My Norman barons resent it. They feel it's
your Saxon way of mocking their nobility.
Nobility lies in the man, my prince,
not in the towel.
Have you any idea how much trouble
I took to make you noble?
I think so. I recall you pointed a finger
and said, "Thomas Becket, you are noble."
The queen and your mother
became very agitated.
(chuckles)
They're always agitated.
No, I mean trouble from the barons.
They hate you, you know?
Of course. One always hates
what one wrongs.
When you Normans invaded England,
burned our Saxon homes,
raped our Saxon sisters.
Naturally, you hate Saxons.
Don't include me.
It was my great grandfather William
who was called "The Conqueror."
- I'm an old resident.
- I did not mean you.
Didn't you? You know,
when I took you into my service,
everyone predicted
you'd put a knife in my back.
- And did you believe them?
- No.
I assured them that you were
a man of honor... and a collaborator.
That was accurate of you.
- How do you combine the two?
- My Lord?
Honor and collaboration.
I don't try. I love good living,
and good living is Norman.
I love life, and the Saxons'
only birthright is to be slaughtered.
One collaborates to live.
And honor?
Honor is a concern of the living.
One can't very well be concerned
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