King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table

In medieval England, the kingdom

of Camelot was under attack.

I, King Arthur, and the remaining

Knights of the round table

were driven deep below Camelot where

the final battle against the evil sorceress,

Morgana, would decide

the future of mankind.

Destroy them!

Stop them!

Morgana!

Merlin, end this!

Down on your knees.

I said, get on your knees!

Harmony.

Unity.

Freedom.

The Kingdom of Camelot

had all of this

until the bowels of hell

vomited up two beings

who defy law and logic.

Mordred.

Your soulless heart

is nothing more

than a foul regurgitation

of your mother's sick

incestuous obsession of me.

You burned down our monasteries

and convents hoping that

we would worship you

as a god instead.

How mistaken you are.

And Morgana le Fay, whose mad

attempt to make my wife

infertile only resulted in

cursing the entire world.

Because of you, every woman

and animal is now barren.

The Earth itself refused

to grow and feed us.

You want me to reverse

the spell?

Make me Camelot's true monarch.

No more spells!

The only way of expelling your

black magic is by stripping the

world of the source that cursed

it to begin with.

You plan to kill me with

my own sword?

Excalibur is mine.

The Excalibur is a part of me

more than my own blood,

I was cradled in the gold

it's made with.

And I have far more control of

the gemstone than you think.

For I am the real

Lady of the Lake.

What you created shall

destroy you.

Kill me, and I'll come back

as a demon and possess you.

Send me to Hell and I'll

copulate with Satan himself.

I grant you immunity from age

and sickness.

Death is too merciful.

Emit the sword.

Mother!

What have you done to her?

The same thing

I've done to myself.

Now all the world's magic

is contained in Excalibur.

Arthur, I plead with you,

send them to hell.

And what becomes of the sword?

Magic is like matter.

They are all the same thing.

They come in many forms, but we just have

to keep them away from the human beings.

Get on the throne.

Arthur! Punish me,

but spare our son.

I said get on the throne!

Please. Arthur.

-Please!

-Get on the throne now!

You want Camelot?

It's yours.

Forever!

Is this how we're going to

spend immortality?

Hurtling endlessly

into oblivion?

It may take years.

Centuries even.

But I will reclaim the power

that was taken from me.

And boil the veins

of Arthur's bloodline.

I swear it!

Okay, I give up.

You know, if you kill me,

you have to cook dinner for

yourself tonight.

Tomm yam goong?

How about

steak and potatoes?

Okay. I love local food.

Such chivalry.

King Arthur would be proud.

Or is it King Richard?

You've been talking to my

cousin, haven't you?

Are we going to move

into a castle?

Stop teasing me.

Isn't that what tomorrow

is all about?

A chance for the descendants of

the Knights of the Round Table

to meet up and fight?

Look, if Gunner wants to believe

our family used to run around

wearing suits of armor,

slaying dragons, that's fine.

But not me.

Which one are you related to?

Like I follow that

genealogy crap.

Come on. Just tell me.

I don't know. Sir Kay.

Or Sir Galahad.

Or Sir Motorboat.

Your shoulder again?

Always there to remind me

why I didn't make the NFL draft.

Are you going to be okay for the

tournament tomorrow?

Yeah. I'll compete in a

wheelchair if I have to.

I came all the way out here on my leave

specifically for the tournament.

I've got to show the family

I'm still number one.

You know, it's not that serious.

Besides, I don't want you to be

too sore to climb Bell Mountain.

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