King Arthur

Lancelot:
There is a large number of lonely men out there.

Guinevere:
Don't worry; I won't let them rape you.

Cerdic:
You come to beg a truce, you should be on your knees.

Arthur:
I came to see your face, so that I alone may find you on the battlefield. And it will be good of you to mark my face, Saxon, for the next time you see it, it will be the last thing you see on this earth.

Cerdic:
Finally... a man worth killing.

Bors:
Every knight here has laid his life on the line for you. For you. And instead of freedom, you want more blood? Our blood? You think more of Roman blood than you do of ours?

Arthur:
Bors, these are our orders. We leave at first light , and when we return, your freedom will be waiting for you. A freedom we can embrace with honor.

Bors:
I am a free man. I will choose my own fate.

Lancelot:
Do not do this. Only certain death awaits you here. Arthur, I beg you. For our friendship's sake, I beg you.

Arthur:
Be my friend now and do not dissuade me. Seize the freedom you have earned and live it for the both of us. I cannot follow you, Lancelot. I now know that all the blood I have shed, all the lives I have taken have led me to this moment.

Cerdic:
You come to beg a truce, you should be on your knees.

Arthur:
I came to see your face so that I alone may find you on the battlefield. And it will be good of you to mark my face, Saxon, for the next time you see it, it will be the last thing you see on this earth.

Guinevere:
My father told me great tales of you.

Arthur:
Really? And what did you hear?

Guinevere:
Fairy tales. The kind you hear about people so brave, so selfless, that they can't be real.

Guinevere:
Arthur and his knights. A leader both Briton and Roman. And yet, you chose your allegiance to Rome, to those who take what does not belong to them. That same Rome that took your men from their homeland.

Arthur:
Listen, lady, do not pretend you know anything about me or my men.

Guinevere:
How many Britons have you killed?

Arthur:
As many as tried to kill me. It's the natural state of any man to want to live.

Guinevere:
Animals live! It's the natural state of any man to want to live free... in their own country. I belong to this land. Where do you belong, Arthur?

Galahad:
I don't like him - the Roman. If he's here to dispatch us, then why doesn't he just give us our papers?

Gawain:
Is this your happy face? Galahad, do you still not know the Romans? They can't scratch their asses without holding a ceremony.

Arthur:
How's your hand?

Guinevere:
I'll live, I promise you.

Lancelot:
Your hand seems better.

Lancelot:
Why do you always talk to God and not to me? Pray to whomever you pray that we don't cross the Saxons.

Arthur:
My faith is what protects me, Lancelot. Why do you challenge this?

Lancelot:
I don't like anything that puts a man on his knees.

Arthur:
No man fears to kneel before the God he trusts. Without faith, without belief in something, what are we?

Lancelot:
To try and get past the Woads in the north is insanity.

Arthur:
Them, we've fought before.

Lancelot:
Not north of the Wall! How many Saxons? Hmm? How many? Tell me. Do you believe in this mission?

Arthur:
These people need our help. It is out duty to bring...

Lancelot:
I don't care about your charge. And I don't give a damn about Romans, Britain, or this island. If you desire to spend eternity in this place, Arthur, then so be it. But suicide cannot be chosen for another!

Arthur:
And yet you choose death for this family!

Lancelot:
No, I choose life! And freedom! For myself and the men!

Arthur:
How many times in battle have we snatched victory from the jaws of defeat? Outnumbered, outflanked, but still we triumph? With you at my side, we can do so again. Lancelot, we are knights. What other purpose do we serve if not for such a cause?

Cerdic:
We've lost the respect of the enemy.

Cynric:
Father... I offer my life as payment for my disgrace.

Cerdic:
No...

Cerdic:
Raewald. You're second-in-charge now.

Cerdic:
Yeah, you're like a son to me.

Bors:
Does that really work?

Bors:
Hmm... nothing. Maybe I'm not doing it right.

Arthur:
Oh, merciful God, I have such need of Your mercy now. Not for myself, but for my knights, for this is truly their hour of need. Deliver them from their trials ahead and I will pay You a thousandfold with any sacrifice You ask of me. And if in Your wisdom, You should determine that sacrifice must be my life for theirs, so that they can once again taste the freedom that has so long been denied to them, I will gladly make that covenant. My death will have a purpose. I ask no more than that.

Arthur:
What is this madness?

Guinevere:
This is heaven for me.

Lancelot:
I don't believe in Heaven, I've been living in this Hell. But if you're what Heaven looks like, then take me there.

Lancelot:
Rain and snow at once... a bad omen.

Guinevere:
They tortured me... with machines.

Tristan:
Yeah, we're all going to die some day. If it's death from a Saxon hand that frightens you, stay home.

Galahad:
If you're so eager to die you can die right now!

Cerdic:
Arthur, wherever I go on this wrenched island, I hear your name. Always half whispered, as if you were... a god. All I see is flesh, blood. No more god than the creature you're sitting on.

Bors:
I like the little bastards. They mean something to me. Especially Number Three! He's a good fighter!

Lancelot:
That's because he's mine.

Gawain:
I can't wait to leave this island. If it's not raining, it's snowing, and if it's not snowing, it's foggy.

Lancelot:
And that's summer.

Lancelot:
When are you going to leave Bors and come home with me?

Vanora:
My lover is watching you.

Bors:
You look nothing like him!

Lancelot:
I don't believe in Heaven! I've been living too long in this hell!

Galahad:
I don't kill for pleasure.

Tristan:
You should try it some day. You might get a taste for it.

Bors:
It's in your blood boy.

Galahad:
Oh no. No. After tomorrow, this was all just a bad memory.

Guinevere:
He died in battle?

Arthur:
It's a family tradition.

Bors:
Have you been fighting?

Bors:
You been winning?

Bors:
That's my boy.

Bors:
How many did you kill?

Tristan:
Four.

Bors:
Not a bad start to the day.

Lancelot:
Well, if this woman of Gawain's is as beautiful as he claims, I expect to be spending a lot of time at Gawain's house. His wife will welcome the company.

Gawain:
I see. And what will I be doing?

Lancelot:
Wondering at your good fortune that all your children look like me.

Gawain:
Is that before or after I hit you with my axe?

Guinevere:
I belong to this land. Where do you belong?

Dagonet:
Bors, you coming?

Bors:
Of course I'm coming! Can't let you go on your own, you're gonna get killed.

Bors:
I'm just saying what you're all thinking.

Bors:
Well, now that we're free men, I'm gonna drink 'till I can't piss straight.

Gawain:
You do that every night.

Bors:
I never could piss straight. Too much of myself to handle down there...

Bors:
Well, it's a problem! No really, it is. It's a problem. It's like...

Bors:

Lancelot:

Galahad:

Horton:
God help us. What are they?

Bors:
Blue demons that eat Christians alive. You're not a Christian, are you?

Lancelot:
Hey Bors. You intend to take Vanora and all your little bastards back home?

Bors:
Oh I'm trying to avoid that decision... by getting killed.

Bors:
Dagonet, she wants to get married and give the children names.

Tristan:
Women! The children already have names, don't they?

Bors:
Just Gilly. It's too much trouble so we gave the rest of them numbers.

Lancelot:
That's interesting. I thought you couldn't count.

Arthur:
Knights! The gift of freedom is yours by right. But the home we seek resides not in some distant land, it's in us, and in our actions on this day! If this be our destiny, then so be it. But let history remember, that as free men, we chose to make it so!

Guinevere:
What tomorrow brings, we cannot know.

Galahad:
Imagine what a lovely, quiet place the world would be if everyone had their throats slit.

Gawain:
The gifts the gods gave me I use in battle or in bed.

Lancelot:
For two hundred years knights had fought and died for a land not their own, but on that day on Badon Hill all who fought put their lifes in service of a greater cause: freedom.

Arthur:
who are they?

Pelagius:
behold Arthur, they are the great knights, who perish their lives in battle, for the sake of good of many.

One day you will be one of them.

Arthur:
im to be their commander??

Pelagius:
This world isn't a perfect place Arthur, but people like you, like me and like them can make it so.

Guanever:
Tell me what was your home like?

Lancelot:
What i remember about home is, oceans of grass, horizons and horizons, sky is bigger than you can imagine.