Kingdom Of Heaven

She's denied the cross

for suicide...

and buried at the center

of a crossroads.

Show me the logic. Father?

What?

The devil is a practical man.

If she were a witch, she was

a poor return on his investment.

What would you know of logic?

Oh, I have ears, Father. Although

one is notched because I love justice.

You love thieving.

Shut up. You dig.

Crusaders.

Clear the road,

if you will.

This is for the burial

from my lord...

and a Mass...

for her soul.

Wait.

- Have you forgotten?

- She was your brother's wife.

She was a suicide.

Cut off her head.

And return the ax.

You know this place, my lord?

Know it?

I know all of it.

Your brother?

You have spoken to him?

On what matter, my lord?

He is still arrested.

Your brother is as responsible

for his wife's sin as I am.

Opinions differ, my lord.

- The burial was...

- Yes.

- And you did not mutilate the person?

- No.

Good. The law can go too far.

It can too far.

I ask myself...

"Would Jesus do it thusly?"

There is so much done in Christendom

of which Christ would be incapable.

You must release your brother.

I cannot do without him.

My, my brother, my lord bishop,

uh, is possessed by the devil...

and must be... examined.

Your brother is as mad as you are.

He grieves.

Without your brother,

I cannot finish my church.

Let him out.

And give him this.

And tell him that he is at

the very center of my prayers.

The bishop needs you.

- Release him.

- On your feet.

This is not heaven.

It's the world.

And there's troubles in it.

Do yourself no injury.

Other men are always

good for that.

- And what of Jerusalem?

- Jerusalem?

In peril, my lord, as always.

We have stood there against

the Saracens for over a hundred years.

The Saracens, as you call them,

have now unified in Egypt...

Syria and all Arabia.

Saracens and someone new.

- Saladin, the king.

Gibberish.

- Very fine.

- And yet, you do not drink.

A knight should be a knight...

- a monk a monk.

- Brother.

Not both.

One, that's what I say.

Now I may be old-fashioned,

but, as for the cup...

I have, uh, an artificer,

uh, a blacksmith.

Or did have.

Which son of the blacksmith of my time

is the blacksmith now?

Balian, the eldest.

His child died.

His wife fell into a melancholy.

She would not listen to reason.

She killed herself...

it occurs.

But what's that to you?

Private matter.

It's been six and 20 years

since my brother took the cross.

Now he returns an actual baron

of the kingdom of Jerusalem.

How is that for the lot

of the younger brother?

With no heir, comes to me

and thus to you.

Then I thank the stars

for my uncle.

Go on.

Her grave was here.

Or was it there?

I'm afraid I can't tell you

the exact location.

I wasn't present at the burial.

Call me a liar.

You have reason.

You never fight back.

You always turn the other cheek.

I think that you conceive

yourself without sin.

That is a sin!

We shall work.

- I told you to stop that now!

That is the man.

That is the man.

You're an armorer, yes?

An artificer according to

your lord and this priest.

You have my sympathy

and my blessing.

Your dead wife and stillborn child are

today the subject of my prayers.

We need all these horses shod.

We need food, and we'll pay.

Says yes.

Have you killed any?

Have you killed any?

He has made great engines for sieges.

He has made war machines

that cast the largest stones.

He also works finely in silver.

He will be one of the few on your journey

worth more alive than dead.

Shut up.

Have you been at war?

On horse.

And as an enginer also.

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