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The Pillars of the Earth...

 

(Woman screaming)

 

Who will rule once I am gone?

 

There's the king's
legitimate daughter, Maud,

 

then there's me.

 

The shipwreck was convenient.

 

What happened was ordained
by God. No one survived.

 

- My Lord!
- The king is unwell!

 

- The king is dead.
- Long live the king.

 

We'll raise an army together
and take Stephen by surprise.

 

(Roaring)

 

So if you make me Prior,

 

I make you Bishop?

 

- My name is Ellen.
- Tom.

 

Tom the Builder.

 

She's a witch!

 

There's work at
the Bishop's palace.

 

- It does need repair.
- Hire this man.

 

Who is that?

 

The way to my daughter's heart

 

is through affection.

 

We will loot Shiring Castle.

 

We must defend the king!

 

You're under attack!

 

Thank you, Earl of Shiring.

 

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Where do you want this then?

 

- Lay that down here.
- All right.

 

(Monk):
Steady, Brother Paul.

 

Afternoon, brother.

 

I'm looking for the new prior.

 

In the church.

 

Don't be long.

 

I don't want to stay
if there's no work.

 

What's that?

 

St. Adolphus.

 

It's his cathedral.

 

Is that his real head?

 

The Romans cut it off
and threw it in the river.

 

His headless body pulled
it out and carried it here.

 

Forgive him, Father.
He's... He's just a curious lad.

 

Which should be encouraged.
How can I help you?

 

I'm Tom Builder.
This is my son, Alfred.

 

We'd like to
repair your church.

 

Well, I'm Prior Philip.

 

And I want it repaired,
but I can't hire you.

 

We haven't a shilling.

 

Sorry.

 

(Goat bleating)

 

(Screaming)

 

Martha!

 

You!

 

Ah!

 

Get away from me!

 

That man nearly
killed my daughter!

 

No!

 

I saw him that night.

 

What night? What are
you talking about?

 

The night that your woman died.

 

He took it.

 

He took what?

 

(Baby crying)

 

Please, I won't
hurt him. I promise.

 

(Baby crying)

 

I'm no good to you, am I?

 

I'm no good to anyone.

 

(Crying)

 

He's better off here
than he is with me,

 

but I don't want to leave.

 

I left him once before.
I can't do that again.

 

- You have little choice.
- I know that.

 

You think I don't know that?

 

I'm useless.

 

I can't support my family.
I can't stay with my son.

 

Why can't God give me work
just this once?

 

My God!

 

There's a fire in the roof!

 

How could this happen?

 

What do we do?

 

St. Adolphus,
save your church!

 

(Monk):
The roof's afire!

 

- God save us!
- What do we do?

 

Hurry, hurry!

 

Quick, quick!
The chalices and the vesper!

 

Quick!

 

Quick!

 

Philip! Philip!
Come out!

 

No, the relic!
I must save the relic.

 

Philip!

 

Philip!

 

(Monks coughing)

 

(Monk): St. Adolphus,
save your blessed church!

 

(Coughing)

 

(Crash in church)

 

This is the Devil's work.

 

Jack!

 

What happened?

 

We can stay now.

 

(All gasping)

 

At least no one died.

 

I prayed for this last night.

 

God help me.

 

It was lightning.

 

Without a storm?

 

All my life I've waited
for work like this.

 

Now it's here and they can't
afford to pay me.

 

We could work for free.

 

They'll give us
food and lodging,

 

and you could stay
with your little boy.

 

It's gone, smashed.

 

We're finished.

 

You can't rebuild a cathedral
without its relic.

 

A skull's a skull, Philip.
We don't even know it was his.

 

What about the miracles?

 

I've been praying
to that skull for years

 

to save my poor sister
from the street. Useless!

 

It does take belief, too.

 

Yes, but what if people
believe another skull is his?

 

One from the ossuary.
There's thousands.

 

And who's to say the monk whose
head we choose isn't a saint?

 

Because that would be a lie!

 

Not a lie, a...
a leavening,

 

a means to an end.

 

And the end is God's glory.

 

Well, at least
the crypt was spared.

 

You can use it
for services, can't you?

 

Until the new church is roofed.

 

What makes you think
there'll even be a new church?

 

Because I will build it.

 

You house us, you feed us,
and I will defer payment.

 

This may be the Devil's work,

 

but it was God that
sent you a master builder.

 

(♪ Monks singing in Latin ♪)

 

My dear bishop:

 

Undoubtedly, you have
heard of our misfortune.

 

But God has blessed us
with a rough-handed angel

 

to help us
through this crisis.

 

Tom Builder is his name.

 

And he is determined
to give us a new cathedral.

 

There is much work to be done
and workmen to be hired.

 

Of course, this brings up
the question of money.

 

I don't wish to burden you
as you begin your office,

 

but perhaps,
with your permission,

 

I could approach our king

 

and ask his favour
in this trying time.

 

The plans for the expansion
of the palace, Your Eminence.

 

We are repairing the
old buildings and the chapel.

 

And we're adding an
entire new wing over here.

 

Did you scratch it?

 

Yeah.

 

You shouldn't wear it
picking up heavy rocks.

 

Is it worth a lot of money?

 

Hey, Jack, give it here.
I'll put it in a safe place.

 

Jack...

 

May I speak to you
for a moment?

 

I want you to make
a statue of St. Adolphus.

 

Me?

 

I've never worked in stone.

 

That's not true.

 

I saw the carvings
you did in the cave.

 

I think you'll manage.

 

I wouldn't know where to start.

 

Take your time.

 

Experiment.

 

Listen.

 

- To what?
- To the stone.

 

You're a distraction, you are.

 

I've seen the monks
watching you while they work.

 

They don't know
what to make of you.

 

(Both chuckling)

 

Oh, I think they do,
Tom Builder.

 

Are you jealous?

 

No, I'm not jealous.

 

We'll have a wooden ceiling,
like the old church.

 

I'd prefer it in stone,
but it's far too heavy.

 

Also, it's hard to find
long pieces of timber,

 

so the nave will have
to be only 32-feet wide.

 

But it'll be high.
It'll be very high.

 

How will the walls
support the weight?

 

Well, have a look at this.

 

Pointed arches?
I've never seen such a thing.

 

It'll bear the weight better.

 

With the buttresses,

 

it will allow the windows
to be tall.

 

Tall enough to
let in the light.

 

A cathedral...

 

it's God's anteroom.

 

It's halfway to heaven.

 

And the light...

 

The light is everything.

 

How long will this take?

 

It depends how many
people you employ.

 

But if you were
to hire 30 masons

 

with enough labourers,
carpenters and smiths

 

to service them,

 

that's 15 years.

 

- Have you done this before?
- No.

 

- How do you know it'll work?
- It'll work.

 

What do you think?

 

I think it's extraordinary.

 

It's from
Bishop Waleran, prior.

 

He wants me to meet him
at Shiring Castle

 

on my way to see the king.

 

I don't know why.

 

Uh, I shouldn't
be long, Remigius,

 

but until I return,
as sub-prior, you're in charge.

 

Safe journeys.

 

(Chickens clucking)

 

Where's my ring?

 

(Tom):
Jack! Jack!

 

I hung it around my neck,
and you stole it at night!

 

Why should you care?
You said it was worthless!

 

- Maybe it fell off at night.
- I looked everywhere.

 

- What's wrong?
- He took my ring!

 

I don't want his bloody ring!

 

Where is it?

 

Look at me, boy! Hey!

 

You can't witch me!

 

You killed my ma
and you stole my da,

 

but you can't work
your charms on me!

 

(Donkey braying)

 

(Donkey snorting)

 

(Thunder rumbling,
birds cawing)

 

Is anybody here?

 

- Who are you?
- Philip, Prior of Kingsbridge.

 

What is your business here?

 

I've come to see the bishop,
on my way to the king.

 

Let him go, Matthew.

 

I'm Aliena,
daughter of the earl.

 

I saw you at
the harvest service.

 

My Lady.

 

And I'm Richard,
his son and heir.

 

Welcome to Shiring Castle.

 

Does anyone know you're here?

 

Why should they?

 

Have you seen our father?

 

I hear he's in
Winchester's prison.

 

He's not a traitor, you know.

 

He loves his kingdom
as much as anyone.

 

Once I learn who libelled him,

 

I'll have the sheriff give
the brute a public hanging.

 

How did you escape, My Lady?

 

(Aliena):
Show him, Richard.

 

It's a secret passage.
Would you like to see it?

 

(Horse neighing, clopping)

 

Uh, no, thank you.

 

- You're going to see the king?
- Yes.

 

You must demand
our father's release

 

and get our castle back.

 

I don't think that
will be possible, My Lady.

 

- Hello, Philip.
- Good morning, my Lord Bishop.

 

You really want to
rebuild your church, hmm?

 

Yes, Father, I do.

 

The cathedral is God's shadow
over history, Father.

 

We...

 

We live in a world

 

that is striving for order,

 

which is art,
which is learning,

 

which is people
creating something

 

that will bring God's heart
into their community,

 

that will survive
wars and famine,

 

that will survive history.

 

I thought I was ambitious.

 

- Father, I only want...
- Philip, Philip!

 

Look around you.

 

This is the smallest
earldom in the kingdom,

 

but it has a huge quarry
which produces

 

first-class limestone,
and its forests, good timber.

 

If you had this land,
you could rebuild your church.

 

Why would the king give me
land instead of money?

 

You unmasked the traitor.
Bartholomew confessed.

 

Maud and Gloucester
ran away to France.

 

Stephen owes you his crown.

 

Think about it.

 

Why did Waleran meet
the Prior of Kingsbridge

 

in Shiring Castle?

 

It's our land, isn't it?
He should have asked permission.

 

Why do you say it's our land?
You're not earl yet.

 

It's a mere formality.

 

(Grunting)

 

The king will give me
the title within the month.

 

He owes it to me.

 

Well then, I think we should
remind the king of what he owes.

 

And I think we
should do it soon.

 

She is a witch.

 

I saw her.

 

Doing what? Say it.

 

Making a potion
out of dead frogs.

 

She gave it to my ma
and it killed her.

 

Then she bewitched my da

 

and made love to him
on my mother's grave.

 

You swear to that?
On your soul?

 

Yes.

 

Brothers, the boy speaks true.

 

I knew this woman years ago,
when I first came here.

 

She was condemned for witchcraft
and a price put on her head.

 

She disappeared with her son,

 

and the people said
the Devil had taken them home.

 

It was she who
started the fire.

 

She must burn.

 

(Bell tolling)

 

Leave the talking to me.

 

If the king does ask you
a question, answer plainly.

 

Whatever you do, don't beg.

 

(Man 1): Make room!

 

Here comes the traitor,
Bartholomew!

 

- (Man 2): Hey! Shame on you!
- (Man 3): Traitor!

 

What the devil
are they doing here?

 

(Man 4):
Shame on you!

 

(Man 5):
Yeah! String him up!

 

My Lord Bishop.

 

It's been a long time
since our paths crossed.

 

Welcome to Winchester.
Who's this?

 

Philip, Prior of
Kingsbridge, Your Majesty.

 

You seem worried. Why?

 

I don't have
a clean robe to wear.

 

(All laughing)

 

Well, I like a monk
to look like a monk.

 

I heard about your fire.
How soon will you rebuild?

 

As soon as I find
the money, Sire.

 

I hope you haven't
come to beg for it.

 

We're paupers here.

 

(Crowd laughing)

 

I think I have
found a way to rebuild

 

without further diminishing
your coffers, Your Majesty.

 

Give Shiring and all its land
to the diocese of Kingsbridge,

 

and we'll give
you a new church.

 

What a clever idea.

 

Unfortunately, I gave
Shiring to Percy Hamleigh

 

less than an hour ago.

 

Well, it's not official.

 

Well, not yet.

 

Present a strong
argument for your case,

 

and I might reconsider.

 

We could rename
the church after

 

a saint of your choosing,
Your Majesty.

 

St. Stephen, perhaps?

 

Or St. Elmo, the patron saint
of sailors lost at sea.

 

Come back tomorrow.
You'll have my answer then.

 

You're working hard.

 

I thought you might
be thirsty, Tom Builder.

 

Oh, thank you.

 

What are they staring at?

 

Their turn to be jealous.

 

(Chuckling)

 

You need to send her away.

 

- What's that?
- Remigius says she's a witch.

 

He sent a letter to the bishop.

 

Why'd he do that?
It's gossip.

 

It's worse.
It's malicious and dangerous!

 

He has a witness.

 

(Man): His Majesty
will now see Lord Harefield

 

and the Bishop of Lancaster.

 

Your Eminence, I'm told you're
seeking an emissary to Rome.

 

I would be happy to volunteer.

 

You are too new
to the post, my good bishop.

 

Rome demands a more
experienced politician.

 

Perhaps a visit to my palace
would convince you.

 

I have worked changes
to the diocese.

 

It's hardly a palace,
when I visited years ago.

 

More like a ruin with a roof.

 

Excuse me.

 

Not a ruin for long.

 

How could you be so stupid?

 

Waleran is using you

 

and your church to get
the earldom for himself.

 

- That's a lie.
- Is it?

 

Then why did he tell the king

 

to give Shiring to the diocese
and not the priory?

 

It was a slip of the tongue.
Besides, he only means...

 

That he will control
the purse strings.

 

And believe me, monk,
a church is not where

 

he wants to spend his gold.

 

He's hired this man to
triple the size of his palace.

 

Show him.

 

He'll need Shiring's forests

 

and quarry to
fulfil this design.

 

Your good bishop
doesn't care a whit

 

for your precious cathedral.

 

Thank you, master builder.

 

William...

 

Side with us, monk.

 

We will make
a generous contribution

 

to your building fund.

 

No.

 

We go to the king instead

 

and divide the earldom equally,

 

with you getting
the better half.

 

What do you mean?

 

What's more valuable,
arable land or forest?

 

- Arable land.
- Then I'll have the forest.

 

- I hunt.
- I just want the timber.

 

Which would you prefer?

 

The income from the
markets or the quarry?

 

What if I said the quarry?

 

You won't, though, will you?

 

And when Waleran objects?

 

He told the king
that he needs Shiring

 

to finance the cathedral.

 

How can he object
on the grounds

 

that he wants to build
his new castle instead?

 

Hmm... You're
a keener politician

 

than I gave you credit for.

 

Politics is a bargain
between beggars, My Lady.

 

Oh! And I have...
I have one other request.

 

I must have protection
for the lady Aliena

 

and her brother Richard.

 

You've seen them?

 

They're hiding in the castle,
starving and penniless.

 

They need to be taken care of.

 

Oh, but of course.

 

We'll see to that.

 

Your Eminence.

 

(Remigius): Lord Bishop,
we have a witch among us.

 

A woman, as you know,
long wanted in these parts.

 

A witness has come forward.

 

Why'd you say that?

 

Answer me!
Why'd you say that?

 

She's been good to me!
Better than I deserve.

 

Don't make me choose
between you, boy.

 

Brother Remigius has been
claiming you're a witch.

 

He's got Alfred here
to give proof to the lie.

 

It's not a lie.

 

Not entirely.

 

See that this woman
is arrested immediately

 

and that she speaks to no one.

 

(Door closing)

 

(Neighing)

 

Yah! Yah!

 

Jack's father had a secret.

 

Something to do
with a ring he had.

 

He wouldn't tell me
what it was.

 

He wanted to see the king,
to tell him what he knew.

 

But I was only a naive novice.
How could I help?

 

I hid him in a barn
on our convent property,

 

where he asked me for a quill,
paper, sealing wax and ink.

 

I then went to
my priest confessor.

 

I found him
on the beach, Father.

 

He needs your help,
your support.

 

He has a secret he will
tell no one but the king.

 

The next day,
he was taken from the barn

 

and accused of stealing the
Kingsbridge Priory's chalice.

 

He was tortured, confessed...

 

and his tongue was cut out.

 

He was held for nearly 3 years
before he was brought to trial.

 

The prior whose chalice was
stolen testified against him.

 

The Lord of the District
served as his judge,

 

and my priest confessor
passed sentence.

 

(Sighing)

 

Then...

 

a remarkable thing happened.

 

(♪ Vocalizing ♪)

 

I curse you, all 3 of you!

 

Stay back!

 

Touch me and you'll
be dead by morning.

 

Your church, dear Prior,
shall burn to the ground.

 

Your children, My Lord,
shall die on the gallows.

 

And you, good Father,

 

the confessor whom I trusted,

 

you shall one day climb
very high, only to fall.

 

Only to fall.

 

What was the secret
they didn't want him to tell?

 

I never learned.
I found his ring.

 

The one Jack wore,
until it was stolen,

 

but no paper.

 

So, yes,
I'm a wanted woman, Tom.

 

I'll leave in the morning.
No argument.

 

You're staying here.

 

And you are staying with them.

 

I've made the decision.

 

My loyal subject,
Percy Hamleigh,

 

is the Earl of Shiring.

 

He shall have the castle

 

and all arable lands
and low-lying pastures.

 

All other farmlands,
I give to...

 

the Priory of Kingsbridge

 

for the building
of the new cathedral.

 

- And the quarry?
- Goes to the Hamleighs.

 

But you may take
what stones you need.

 

But... but that's not...

 

Enough.

 

My decision stands.

 

I don't take kindly
to priests who steal.

 

And God doesn't take
kindly to bishops who lie.

 

I swear by all that's holy,
you'll never build your church.

 

Open the gates,
in the bishop's name!

 

I'll show you where
the witch is. Follow me.

 

(Screaming)

 

No! No!

 

(Crying)

 

1, 2, 3, 4,

 

5, 6, 7, 8, 9...

 

Allie?

 

(Whinnying)

 

I'm over here!

 

(Laughing)

 

(Gasping)

 

(Richard screaming)

 

(Richard): Allie!

 

No!

 

No! No!

 

(Richard): No, please!
Don't hurt her!

 

Let me go!

 

(Sobbing)

 

Lie still or the boy dies.

 

Cut off his ear, Walter!

 

(Richard): No!

 

(Screaming)

 

You see, bitch?

 

I'm a better man
than you deserve.

 

(Walter snoring)

 

(Whinnying)

 

Shhh! Shhh!

 

Get away from the horse!

 

Fucking bitch!
Come here.

 

Looks like it's
your lucky night.

 

Ah!

 

Look what you've done to me!
Kill him.

 

- You fucking bitch!
- Shut him up.

 

How?

 

I don't know how.
Just cut off his head!

 

Kill him before
anyone can hear.

 

Allie, please.

 

You have to do this, Richard.

 

Ah! Don't!

 

(Whimpering)

 

Where is the woman?

 

Locked away, Your Eminence.
As you wished.

 

Good. Prepare for
a trial this evening.

 

We don't have
a witness anymore.

 

The boy will not testify.

 

I'll be the witness.

 

I want this thing ended quickly.

 

A woman in a monastery
is like a mare in heat,

 

even a gelding would
misbehave in her presence.

 

Monks may be celibate,

 

but they can still smell cunt.

 

(Bell tolling)

 

Halt, woman!

 

You too, boy.

 

Richard, listen to me.

 

You mustn't tell
Father what happened.

 

I'll tell the king then.

 

He'll have both their heads.

 

No. You mustn't
tell anyone, ever.

 

Aliena?

 

Father.

 

Ellen's been arrested.

 

I received word.
Where is she?

 

In a basement cell.

 

They won't let anyone
see her except...

 

- Where is Tom?
- In his work shed.

 

Waleran has us building a pyre.

 

We've come to ask the king
if he will grant mercy.

 

He will do nothing for me.

 

Listen, I hid 50 gold coins

 

in a belt under my shirt.

 

They're being held
for you in safekeeping

 

by a priest who
heard my confession.

 

We can use it
to buy your freedom.

 

My freedom...
is not for sale.

 

Well, is it true?
Is she a witch?

 

No.

 

I swear by all that's holy.

 

She's not the mother of
your children, though, is she?

 

No.

 

Are you living in sin?

 

You can't burn her for that.

 

If I save her,
you must marry her.

 

- I will.
- Bring her back to the Church.

 

That's her decision.
It's not mine.

 

- It's my condition.
- Whatever. Whatever you say.

 

(Guard):
Beware of the witch, brother.

 

I ain't supposed
to talk to you.

 

But Prior Philip told me to let
you hold the baby one last time.

 

Be careful of
his bottom, though.

 

He's carrying a bit of a load.

 

(Remigius): This woman here
stands accused

 

of consorting with the Devil.

 

The bishop himself
bears witness against her.

 

Do you want to say anything
before we pass sentence?

 

- (Monk 1): Oh! Such witchcraft!
- (Monk 2): She's the Devil!

 

(Monks): Oh!

 

(Monk 3): Avert your eyes
from the witch.

 

Piss on you, Lord Bishop!

 

(All gasping)

 

Don't touch her!
Let the Devil pass out of here.

 

(Remigius):
Your Eminence!

 

(Man):
There she is! Yah!

 

Was she a virgin?

 

Oh yes.

 

And did she struggle?

 

Frightfully.

 

And you showed her

 

what a fine young man you
are down there, didn't you?

 

Father...

 

just as Maud and Gloucester
are raising an army

 

to reclaim the throne,

 

so to will I claim back
what is mine, what is ours.

 

I swear by Jesus Christ
and all His saints

 

that I will not rest until
Richard is the Earl of Shiring

 

and lord of the land
that you once ruled.

 

Do I have
your blessing in this?

 

Always... and forever.

 

I swear...

 

no matter where
your affections fly,

 

you shall always rule my heart,

 

sweet William.

 

We've begun.

 

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