She's denied the cross for suicide...
and buried at the center of a crossroads. Huh.
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.
- Squire! - Hyah!
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.
Hmm? Hmm?
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 engineer also.
Against whom and for whom did you fight?
For one lord against another...
on a point which cannot be remembered.
There's better game now- one god against another.
- The pay is proportionate. - I've been telling him that.
Do you still advise what you advised upon the road?
I do, my lord.
But know that this man Balian mourns his wife.
What does that say?
"What man is a man who does not make the world better?"
Leave me with this man.
God has made us man. We must suffer all.
I also have lost.
Some say Jerusalem is the very center of the world for asking forgiveness.
For myself, I call it here.
Now.
I knew your namesake.
I knew your mother.
To be courteous, I should say that it was against her objections.
But I was the lord's brother and she had no choice.
But I did not force her.
I have forgiveness to ask of you.
I am Godfrey, the baron of Ibelin.
I have 100 men at arms in Jerusalem.
If you will come with me, you will have a living...
and... you will have my thanks.
There it is.
Whoever you are, my lord...
my place is here.
What made it your place is now dead.
You will never see me again.
If you want anything of me, take it now.
I want nothing.
I am sorry for your troubles. God protect you.
Jerusalem is easy to find.
You come to where the men speak Italian...
then continue until they speak something else.
We go by Messina. Good-bye.
The village does not want you.
When the old lord is dead, they will drive you out.
When the bishop is dead, it is certain.
And you take my property.
- The Church. - You.
They would have taken you to Jerusalem...
away from... all this.
I arranged it.
I swear to you...
you will have no peace so long as you stay here.
No man ever needed a new world more.
Imagine your sin and pain erased.
All.
If you take the Crusade...
you may relieve your wife's position in hell.
I- I put it delicately- She was a suicide. She is in hell.
Though what she does there without a head-
Wait here.
Have you come to kill me?
Even these days, it is not easy.
Well?
I have done...
murder.
Haven't we all?
Is it true...
that in Jerusalem I can erase my sins...
and those of my wife?
Is it true?
We can find out together.
Show me your hand.
Hey!
- Pick it up. Let's see what you're made of. - His hand is hurt, my lord.
- I once fought two days with an arrow through my testicle. - Ah, yes.
Never use a low guard. You fight well.
Let's work on your skills.
Take a high guard, like this.
The Italians call it la poste di falcone- the guard of the hawk.
Strike from high, like this.
Do it.
Sword straighter. Come on.
Leg back, bend your knees. Sword straighter.
Defend yourself.
The blade isn't the only part of a sword.
Attack.
I have your leave?
Pay attention.
What's this?
- Uncle. - Nephew.
You have with you a man, Balian, who killed a priest, his brother.
I'm charged by both my father and the lord bishop to bring him back.
What he says is true.
They have the right to take me.
I say he is innocent of the charge.
If you say he's guilty, then we'll fight, and God will decide the truth of it.
My German friend is a close student of the law.
Just give him to me. I'll fight you for something else.
Uncle, he's a murderer.
So am I.
Whoever dies here today, you will certainly be among them.
You are my uncle. I must give you the road.
Hyah! Hyah!
Heinrich!
Aah!
To the flanks!
Aah!
- Hyah! - Aah!
- Hyah! - Come on!
Hyah!
Thank my brother for his love!
I am the son of Roger-
Take your helmet off while addressing me.
I'm am the son of Roger de Cormiere.
I am accorded the privilege of ransom.
This is true.
Ah. Well, you broke the arrow.
If the ribs are broken, some marrow may enter the blood...
in which case you'll take a fever and die.
Or a cyst will form...
and you'll live.
You're in the hands of God.
Get me some more wine.
It was not...
that they had no right to take you.
It was the way they asked.
They had the right to take me.
So do I.
To kill an infidel, the pope has said, is not murder.
It is the path to heaven.
To kill an infidel, the pope has said, is not murder.
It is the path to heaven.
Godfrey.
To kill an infidel, the pope has said, is not murder.
It is the path to heaven.
- Where do you go? - To Jerusalem, brother.
- By which road? - Someone knows.
God knows.
When shall we stop this madness?
It will soon be beyond my concern.
Who is this?
My son.
Would I have fought you when you were still capable of making bastards.
I knew your mother when she was making hers.
Fortunately, you're too old to be one of mine.
All will be settled.
Do you know...
what lies in the Holy Land?
A new world.
A man who, in France, had not a house...
is, in the Holy Land, the master of a city.
He who was the master of a city begs in the gutter.
There, at the end of the world...
you are not what you were born...
but what you have it in yourself to be.
I hope to find forgiveness.
That's all I know.
Whatever your position, you are of my house...
and that means you will serve the king of Jerusalem.
What could a king ask of a man like me?
A better world than has ever been seen.
A kingdom of conscience.
A kingdom of heaven.
There is peace between Christian and Muslim.
We live together.
Or, between Saladin and the king, we try.
Did you think that lay at the end of Crusade?
It does.
My son, you are all that survives me.
Do not disappoint me.
When we took the Holy Land, we took the Saracen trading ports.
Italian ships carry silks and spices and pilgrims, if they have money.
And Italy becomes rich as the Savior intended.
Who are those men?
Muslims. Saracens.
And they're allowed their prayers?
- If they pay the tax.
Subhena Rabi Alladin.
Praise be to God. It is proper to praise him.
Sounds like our prayers.
It's good.
When the king is dead...
Jerusalem will be no place for friends of Muslims...
or traitors to Christendom...
like your father.
I am Guy de Lusignan.
Remember that name.
And me.
- Keep it. - My lord.
How will you ride if you have no stick to beat the horse?
He will be king in Jerusalem one day.
Holy mother of God, pray for us...
now and at the hour of our death.
Balian.
Hurry.
I can go no further.
Get on your knees.
Be without fear in the face of your enemies.
Be brave and upright that God may love thee.
Speak the truth always, even if it leads to your death.
Safeguard the helpless and do no wrong.
That is your oath.
And that's so you remember it.
Arise a knight and baron of Ibelin.
Defend the king.
I-If the king is no more...
protect the people.
It is time now, my lord, to confess to holy God, not your son.
Are you sorry for all your sins?
For all but one.
You sail now for Jerusalem, as your father wished. I'll follow within the week.
Now the voyage is perilous.
If God has purpose for you there, he'll keep you safe in his hands.
If not...
God bless you.
Whoa. Whoa.
Whoa.
He says that is his horse.
Why would it be his horse?
Because it is on his land!
I took this horse from the sea.
He says you are a great liar...
and he will fight you because you are a liar.
I have no desire to fight.
Then you must give him the horse.
No.
Fight me fairly!
Why? Why should he?
- He is a knight. - And I am the baron of Ibelin.
He says the baron of Ibelin is old.
He knew him at Damascus.
I am the new one.
That's enough.
Stop!
Ibelin, that's enough! Ibelin, no!
You have taken it very well that I have killed your master.
It was the end of his time.
All is as God wills it.
Now finish this.
Take me to Jerusalem.
Very good horse.
Take the horse...
and be about your business.
This is your prize of battle.
I am your prisoner- your slave, should you wish it.
I have been a slave, or very near to one.
I will never keep one, nor suffer any to be kept.
Go.
The man you killed was a very great cavalier among the Muslims.
His name was Mummad al Fais.
I will pray for him.
Your quality will be known among your enemies...
before ever you meet them, my friend.
Old man, where is it that Christ was crucified?
Salaam alaikum.
God, what is it you want of me?
How can you be in hell when you're in my heart?
- You must have known him. - What?
Since you carry Godfrey's sword, you must have known him.
I did.
A man my size?
Yes.
And green eyes.
Blue.
Come with us...
my lord.