A Knight's Tale (2001) Edit

A detail. The landscape is food. Do you want to eat or not?

A dozen royal guards.

A draw. And Colville is hurt.

A flower is good for nothing.

A flower is only as good as its petals, no?

A girl.

A knight who can trace his lineage back...

A knight.

A man can change his stars. I won't spend the rest of my life as nothing.

A match is three lances.

A noble victory.

A real thoroughbred trophy, don't you think?

A real thoroughbred trophy, don't you think?

A riot of color in a dreary, gray world.

A thatcher's son? A knight?

A woman?

About the prince and the knights?

Adhemar wants his women silent.

Adhemar was called back to the free companies.

Adhemar withdrew.

Adhemar! Adhemar! Adhemar!

Adhemar! Adhemar! Adhemar!

Adhemar...

Ah, to speak.

Ah, to speak.

Alive. I thought he was dead, which is mad...

All forgotten when standing before the most beautiful woman in Christendom.

All hail Prince Edward!

All I want is to go home, and I've enough for that trip a hundred times.

All right!

All right!

All right!

All right.

Also, if you bear a rider to the ground, you win his horse.

And a shield. How quaint.

And as I promised you before...

And as such, is beyond contestation.

And at the same time, a huge, resounding, '' No.''

And at the World Championship.

And because French wine is too much for English bellies.

And for that, I say my rosary to Jocelyn and no one else.

And he is the only knight who has not promised to do so.

And how I hate her.

And I don't understand the rules.

And most importantly, because the pope himself is French!

And name a man better with a sword than I am.

And now, to finish it.

And one and two and three and four.

And one and two and three and four.

And one and two and...

And one and two, and you're still getting it wrong.

And one and two, three and four.

And one, two and three and four.

And one, two, three, four...

And one...for you.

And so, I'm afraid, without any ado whatsoever

And still you rode?

And technique? I have a month to learn that.

And the glass.

And these people will...

And Wat doesn't lead, he follows like a girl.

And what of women? Is there a certain one or many?

And what would you do with my name, Sir Hunter?

And where will we live?

And who are you?

And you absolutely...

And you are?

And you gentlemen are?

And you, Geoff?

And you'll get it.

And?

And...

Any minute now.

Are you a woman or a blacksmith?

Are you afraid of me, boy?

Are you blind?

Are you wearing your hair like that?

Arise...Sir William.

As I said, thatcher.

As Jesus Christ the Nazarene and his holy mother...

As long as Sir Ector doesn't fall off his horse, we've won.

At last we will face each other again, Sir Ulrich.

At once.

Aye. He lives.

Be my herald, you'll get part of the winnings.

Beautiful, isn't she?

Beauty is such a curse.

Because!

Because...

Beggars cannot be choosers, my lord.

Behold my Lord Ulrich von Lichtenstein, son of

Behold my Lord Ulrich! The rock! The hard place!

Bell or hell rhymes with Nell.

Betray us and I will fong you until your insides are out...

Better a silly girl with a flower than a silly boy with a horse and stick.

Better.

Blown far from his homeland in search of glory and honor!

Born a stone's throw from this very stadium...

Both trying to hide who we are.

Both unable to do so.

Bravo!

But a full stomach? That dream can come true.

But I've never not finished before.

But if he strikes to my left, I'll be obliterated.

But if you can't, you come with me.

But Jocelyn, I am your own.

But love they cannot take.

But neither has an anvil.

But on a horse? With a lance?

But on the brighter side, trudging does represent pride.

But the amount is 50 florins.

But the prizes and prestige are bigger in the joust.

But they can take it from you. They can and they will.

But this Lichtenstein.

But you also tilt when you should withdraw.

By the power vested in me by my father, King Edward...

Call me a fox, for that is all I am to you.

Calypso. Venus. Take your pick.

Can it be done, Father?

Can you joust?

Can you pack my horse and lead it?

Careful with that, Roland!

Cat's meat! Hot wine!

Certainly, my lord.

Chaucer?

Christiana.

Cinquante.

Cock a doodle once! I shall not deny him. Twice! I shall not. Thrice!

Colville has perfect technique. I've never seen him before.

Colville is Edward, the Black Prince, future king of England.

Come here.

Come on, ponies.

Come on, Roland. Faster! Faster!

Come on, Roland. It's a good bet. Win and I can buy my own tavern.

Come on, we're late.

Come on!

Come on.

Come on.

Come on. You're due in the sword ring.

Committing the oldest sins in the newest ways.

Count Adhemar sends word.

Count Theobald, Philip of Burgundy all French champions.

Damn your pride, William.

Damn, girl.

Damn.

Did she give me a token? She did.

Did she give you anything for me in return? A letter? A token?

Did you say patents of nobility?

Dirty son of a bitch!

Do it.

Do men die in the joust?

Do not ''shh'' me and spare him! Now be gone! Go!

Do you at least have the courage to test it?

Do you only pretend to fight, Count Adhemar, or wage real war as well?

Does this not shock you, ladies?

Don't be foolish, William. You just follow your feet.

Don't look too sad. Here, have a drink on me.

Don't you get tired of putting on clothes?

Don't you think?

Done.

Done.

Done. Now if you don't mind, I have to see a man about a dog.

Each drop of this sweat has a price on it.

Easy. They'll think l never broke a lance before.

Edward commanded it. He could be gone all season.

English legs are unsteady on French soil.

Englishmen will not win...

Every last pimple, every last character flaw.

Ex cusez moi.

Except to exact my revenge.

Excuse me, my lord.

Excuse me, sir.

Excuse me?

Faster! Faster! All right, use those legs!

Father.

Fearless? How so?

Fifteen silver florins. He didn't want that.

Finally, for the mounted joust and tournament champion...

Fine. Fine.

Fine. Fine.

Finish it with.:

First Jocelyn and now Adhemar.

Five for Wat. Five for Roland, who's going home to England.

Five, six, seven, change partners.

Five. Five long years.

Fong him.

For I have the pride...

For I would lay rest...

For long spear on foot...

For Sir Ector to shite himself to death?

For sword on foot, Ulrich von Lichtenstein.

For the love of victory, William, go to sleep.

For you are all equally blessed.

Gain more bearing, Ulrich.

Gelderland!

Generally, with a few exceptions.

Geoff, 'tis my lady.

Geoffrey Chaucer, the writer?

Geoffrey Chaucer's the name. Writing's the game.

Get it in the cradle!

Get it in the cradle. ln the cradle.

Get off me! William, can you hear me?

Give me the lance.

Give me your coins.

Give us your coins.

Glory and riches. Glory and riches!

Go on.

Go see to Ulrich.

Go! Disperse!

God love you, William.

God love you, William.

God save you, if it is right that he should do so.

God, I'm good!

God's will has a purpose, but we may not know it.

Godspeed, William.

Goodbye.

Halt.

Has he found his way home at last?

Have you forgotten?

Have you got most of your teeth?

Have you proven that yet?

He assured us that you, his liege, would pay us.

He comes from Gelderland!

He endangers himself.

He gave them hell at La Rochelle!

He is very well.

He keeps his eye on the target.

He loves me.

He may appear to be of humble origins...

He needs 3 points. He has to knock you off the horse.

He said he will win this tournament for you.

He saw your father.

He says the final blow of the

He shows mercy.

He that strives to touch a star...

He tipped it.

He wanted you to know...

He was as tall as a knight. His name was John Thatcher.

He won't lose with the princess watching him.

He writes as though I had died.

He'll first meet Roger Lord Mortimer.

He'll see you in the lists! Lichtenstein! Lichtenstein!

He's a handsome hunter. I give him that.

He's been. He says I will live, though it doesn't feel that way.

He's blind, sir.

He's blond! He's pissed!

He's blond! He's tan! He comes from Gelderland!

He's breathing. He's breathing!

He's dead.

He's due in the lists in two minutes. Two minutes or forfeit.

He's in disguise like me so he can compete.

He's never met an enemy without victory or town he couldn't defeat.

He's on his way.

He's quick, he's funny and makes lots of money, Lichtenstein!

He's raised taxes on his land 3 times this year to pay for tournament.

He's to be an apprentice?

He's won four tournaments in a row. And Adhemar isn't here.

He's won many. He wins them for himself and his own honor.

Hear it now.

Hell, yes!

Hello there.

Hello.

Her breasts?

Her legs weren't uncrossed for nothing.

Her legs weren't uncrossed for nothing.

Her name is Aphrodite.

Here he is! One of your own!

Here, farris, take what we owe you.

His horse's flanks.

His people starve while he sits at banquet.

Hold your tongue, sir, or lose it.

How did the nobles become noble in the first place?

How long for?

How long since any of you have been back? I've only been gone 6 months.

How much does he owe?

How old are you?

How stylish of you to wear an antique. You'll start a new fashion if you win.

How would it look if my squire rode while I walked?

Hoy, sir.

I am a knight, and I will put myself to the hazard!

I am a knight.

I am here to compete.

I am leader of the free companies. My army is in southern France.

I am not worthy of a prize.

I am Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein from Gelderland.

I am. Why must everything for a woman be run on a man's schedule?

I can barely grip it.

I can show you a great wide world full of adventure...

I can't believe it. You did it, Chaucer.

I can't breathe with it on.

I can't breathe.

I can't explain it.

I can't help myself.

I can't pay you now...

I check shields too. John Beaumont's here.

I could make armor you wouldn't even know you wore it.

I demand poetry...

I deny him.

I didn't feel a thing.

I didn't say it wasn't a gamble.

I don't give a witch's teat! It's my turn! It's my turn!

I don't have the money.

I don't know how to dance.

I don't think I've ever seen Count Adhemar lose.

I don't understand.

I feel the same about the letter you sent.

I give you the son of Philippe de Vitry, son of Gilles....

I got it! Look, I got it!

I got their attention. You win their hearts.

I have a feeling we shall meet again.

I have a gambling problem.

I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face.''

I have seen the new moon, but not you.

I have word, Master Thatcher.

I haven't eaten in three days!

I haven't eaten in three days!

I knew this girl once who....

I know how to score, Roland.

I know that.

I know, I know. I must lose. Isn't she watching?

I know, I know. No one else will.

I know.

I like it.

I love you. You.

I mean, no. I mean

I miss her like the sun misses the flower.

I miss her throat?

I missed my introduction!

I must detain you on behalf of your herald.

I myself, Jocelyn, have never been unhorsed.

I only laugh just to keep from weeping.

I only live just there.

I passed along the River Thames

I present Sir Ulrich, whose mother's father was Shilhard von Rechberg...

I present to you your champions.

I promise you won't regret it.

I shall have your opponent informed. Look for his shield on the lists.

I should like to meet this Wat. And Roland too.

I still need to hear it.

I taught him that! That's me!

I tilted against Sir Ector many times.

I was born in Cheapside, just around the corner there.

I was naked for a day. You will be naked for eternity.

I was wondering if you'd care to show us how to dance.

I will eviscerate you in fiction.

I will have her.

I will not lose.

I will not run!

I will rip you! Fist! Pain!

I will tell my lady.

I will win this tournament for you.

I wish it too, with all the pieces of my heart.

I wish to hear poetry, Ulrich.

I wish to keep my honor intact.

I won't know the way home.

I wonder if you remember a man, though he may have died long ago.

I would have him win my heart.

I would hear you speak if it cost me my ears.

I write with ink and parchment. For a penny, I'll scribble anything.

I'd forget as well. What a mouthful.

I'll fix it.

I'll fong you in the arse!

I'll ride in his place.

I'll see what I can find out.

I'll stick my fist and break you! Pain! Lots of pain!

I'll win this tournament in your name. I'll defeat each knight for you.

I'm fit.

I'm going to write this story.

I'm not champion until I defeat Adhemar. He withdrew.

I'm overdue at the sword ring.

I'm Richard the Lionheart. A pleasure.

I'm sorry, Kate.

I'm the thatcher. I spoke to you outside London Stadium.

I'm to make her my bride.

I've been known to jot down a poem, if the muse descends.

I've begun negotiations with her father.

I've waited my whole life for this moment.

If I could ask God one thing...

If I'm making all this effort, you'd best ask her nicely.

If the nobles find out, there'll be the devil to pay.

If you can take your coins, go eat cake in England.

If you don't mind, I'll stick around.

If you wasn't dead, I would kill you!

If you win your remaining matches and your opponents take key losses...

If you would prove your love...

If you're here for the net, I'm not done yet. Come tomorrow.

In Greece...

In one month we'd be on our way to glory and riches.

In what world could you have ever beaten me?

Instead of beauty to direct its light to...

Instead of winning to honor me with your high reputation...

Interesting question. Yes.

Is someone there?

Is there another way?

Is this so, Sir Ulrich?

Is this the boy?

It is my deepest honor

It is only you that will not see you run.

It will be my doing as well.

It would show obedience to your lover and not yourself!

It's all I can do for you, son.

It's beautiful.

It's called a lance.

It's Edward, my lord. They're sure of it.

It's more a sort of involuntary vow of poverty, really.

It's not Count or Duke or King William.

It's not Sir William.

It's nothing but spun sugar and boot black.

It's one loss or another...William.

It's probably true.

It's time we celebrated our differences.

It's two lances to none.

It's very abrupt.

It's very romantic, though.

It's waters did they reek

Jocelyn, how may I prove my love to you? How?

Jocelyn, I cannot run.

Jocelyn, you look....

Jocelyn, you speak of what you do not know!

Jocelyn.

Just as well. They told me I was daft to even ask.

Just maybe not in public.

Just so I can call you my own.

Just take me as far as Paris.

Kate, get me back to one.

Kate, I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

Keep winning the sword.

L.

Lady, I will win this tournament for you.

Lance.

Lash it to my arm.

Leave, Roland.

Let Adhemar laugh at me again? No!

Let the past die.

Let them have me.

Let's dance, you and I.

Let's end them together.

Like a wind from Gelderland, he sweeps by!

Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter.

Lilium inter spinas.

Listen to me!

Listen to me.

Listen, clothe me...

Listen, I'm about this fonging close, mate. I swear to God, Quasimodo!

Ln my hovel?

Ln practice as his target. You never struck him.

Lndicate in which events shall your Lord Ulrich compete.

London.

Look us up if you're in London, the World Championships, maybe.

Look, Jocelyn told me to lose to prove my love.

Lord Philip of Aragon.

Lose that way. Take no more punishment.

Losing proves that I'm a loser.

Losing would contradict your self love.

Lots of pain.

Love has given me wings, so I must fly.

Love should end with hope.

Lsn't that why we're here? Come on.

Lt is so.

May I present Count Adhemar...

Maybe nobody should ride. The horse is not what he used to be.

Maybe not you.

Maybe not yours.

Maybe where he comes from, it means love.

Morning.

Morning.

Most knights raise their chins at the last instant.

Most of it is the guts to take a blow. Guts I have.

Musicians, announce.

My armor's loose.

My deepest honor to present to you....

My fortunes for to seek

My grandfather will be able to wear his in public again.

My husband, God rest him...

My lady sends this message. If you love her

My lady would know the color of your lord's tunic tonight.

My lady, I believe this is yours.

My liege.

My lord, the final blow of the lance has bent it onto my head.

My lords, my ladies...

My lords, my ladies...

My maid tells me that sometimes your varlets...

My master hoped you might have something to send him in return.

My name...is Ulrich.

My pleasure, William.

My prize.

Nay! I will win for you.

Neither do l.

Next time, you will look up at me from the flat of your back.

Next, he amazed me still further in ltaly...

Nice work!

Nice, nice, nice.

No Adhemar.

No Adhemar.

No knight has distanced himself with victories.

No one mentioned you being a woman.

No style whatsoever.

No, all of it. All human activity lies within the artist's scope.

No, but defeat him and you'll see it firsthand.

No, I mean, we can do this. We can be champions.

No, I'm Charlemagne! John the Baptist!

No, no. Not yet. Wait, listen.

No, slower. Keep it steady.

No, the Black Prince commanded it. He had to disband his army.

No, you forfeit. They've already marked it down.

No?

No.

No.

No.

No. I found a new way to heat steel. It's thinner, smaller...

No. It's tournament champion or nothing at all.

Noble birth must be established for four generations on either side.

None of us have!

Nor have I.

Not to hear a word I say.

Now go change your stars and live a better life than I have.

Now you see that, I do believe...

Now, are you fit to compete, or shall the forfeit stand?

Now, that's one for you.

Now...

Of course, accidents happen.

Of my William? Well, come in, sir.

Oh, and you can do better?

Oh, come on.

Oh, God. I'll get the surgeon.

Oh, I do, my lord. I pray for it all the time.

Oh, Jocelyn.

Oh, lovely.

Oh, my giddy aunt.

Oh, Roland.

Oh, they will.

Oh, wait up.

Oh, William.

Oh, William. Oh, my boy.

Oh, William. This pain is my doing.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Oh, yes. I remember.

One I am willing to give. But now you must run.

One point is given for breaking a lance between the waist and neck.

Ooh, that chafes!

Or a basse dance?

Or I will fong you!

Or lying in a ditch with Sir Ector. William, I just want to go home.

Otherwise we forfeit.

Pain! Here's your pain!

Pain.

Patents of nobility must be provided.

Perhaps angels have no names. Only beautiful faces.

Peter, a humble pardoner...

Places. Places.

Please, Christ, rescue me from my current...

Please, will you help me, Sir Ulrich?

Please, Will.

Please. You have been weighed, you have been measured...

Polonaise. And one....

Pray your beauty fades so you may better serve God.

Pray your years come swiftly.

Prepare to drop the flag.

Pride, resolve and faith in the good Lord Almighty.

Pride's the one thing they can't take!

Put him down.

Ready?

Really?

Really?

Really? lts flanks?

Release him.

Release him...

Right. Left.

Robbing, murdering, ransacking churches.

Robbing, murdering, ransacking churches.

Roland, please.

Roland, show the boy his duties.

Roland, you would see me run?

Roland!

Roland.

Roll your shoulder back, his blow may go right.

Royalty.

Run, and I will run with you.

Run, William.

Run. Do it for love.

Saddle the horses. They can arrest your baggage, not you.

See how hungry I am?

See if you can beat the Second Coming.

See me again when you're worthy.

Seven years.

She Because she's That means she Yeah!

She also said to tell you, her name...

She broke my heart. I said the pieces

She said her name was Nell

She says if you love her, you will win this tournament.

She says if you love her, you won't lose again.

She used to cook for the Duke of York.

She'll be saddled...

She's here William.

She's talking about taking them off.

Shite. I can't block an overhead.

Should we help him?

Show us a dance of Gelderland.

Shut your mouth, all right?

Sir Ector?

Sir Ector.

Sir Ector. Remove your helmet.

Sir Ector. Stand ye ready?

Sir Hunter, you persist.

Sir Ulrich prevails, five strikes to two!

Sir Ulrich prevails, five strikes to two!

Sir Ulrich to strike!

Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein.

Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein.

Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein...

Sir Ulrich, you look fantastic.

Sir Ulrich.

Sir Ulrich.

Sir Ulrich.

Sir Ulrich...

Sir William Thatcher.

Sir, my sex are marked by their silence.

Six generations is more than enough. Show me the patents.

Sixes and sevens tonight, Chaucer. Do you feel lucky?

So do I.

So without further gilding the lily and with no more ado...

So, we lie.

So, what do you think...

So, what of it?

Some of these poor country knights, little better than peasants.

Someday I'll be a knight.

Sometimes we see him sitting at the window, but no one knows why.

Speak those words.

Speak to me.

Squire, answer her.

Squire, Sir Ector must report at once or forfeit the match.

Stand ye ready?

Step forward, son. Let me look at you.

Still higher. Towards the heavens.

Still, he's fearless.

Stop letting him hit you!

Stop the moon and make this night...

Straight to the pub for me. Eel pie, brie tart...

Strike!

Strike!

Strike!

Strip his armor. I'm riding in his place.

Strip his armor. I'm riding in his place.

Such a place does not exist.

Summonses, decrees, edicts, warrants, patents of nobility.

Switch.

Tansy cakes!

Tansy cakes. Dilled veal balls. I'll take my five now.

Target or arrow, it doesn't matter.

Tell me your name.

Tell me your name.

Tell me, did you see her? Did she read the letter?

Ten blows by sword. Sir Ulrich to receive first.

Ten florins. That should do.

Ten gold florins.

Thank you very much.

Thank you, gentlemen. A pleasure doing business with you.

Thank you, my lord.

Thank you! Thank you! I'll be here all week.

Thank you.

That is knightly too.

That is nothing. And that's where glory will take us.

That is well, for I do not want silence in my life.

That man is unbeatable.

That remains to be seen. They're limiting the field at Rouen.

That's 13 for training and outfitting.

That's a nice round number.

That's five for William.

That's not a disaster, Roland.

That's right. I did.

That's very good.

That's what she makes me feel.

That's your name.

The armor you wear, it wasn't made for you, was it?

The Count Adhemar...

The Enforcer of our Lord God!

The hope that after you leave my sight...

The Lance that thrilled France...

The lily among the thorns.

The marks of my trade should another knight admire the armor.

The match is a draw.

The moon? The moon.

The moon. Her breasts weren't that impressive.

The next tournament is in a week. We can walk now and save the horse.

The one, the only...

The poor can marry for love.

The pope may be French, but Jesus is English. You're on.

The Protector of ltalian Virginity.

The score stands at three lances to none in favor of Sir Ector.

The slit in the visor is narrow, but splinters can penetrate it.

The son of John Thatcher...

The tournament results, my lord.

The winner of the mounted joust and tournament champion...

Then a fox you shall be until I find your name, my foxy lady.

Then he shows his weakness. That's all mercy is.

Then I shall educate you.

Then may I burn in hell.

Then pray that they don't.

Then who is?

Then you do not love me.

There is a certain one.

There she is, the embodiment of love. Your Venus.

There's my tournament to finish.

These are my faithful squires, Delves of Dodgington...

They said you're good with horseshoes, not armor.

They took it at the tip of a sword. I'll do it with a lance.

They wager that a Frenchman, not Sir Ulrich, will win the tournament.

They were reveling, pillaging town after town.

They were reveling, pillaging town after town.

They're waiting for you in the lists to arrest you.

This day just gets better and better.

This good you speak of.

This is my word.

This leak won't do, Father.

Though it happens.

Three days! What did you eat, mate?

Three points for bearing a rider to the ground.

Three scores to none after two lances.

Three years.

Thrice he denied him!

To know what you are, William, would take a lifetime.

To trudge the slow, weary...

To withdraw like that means one thing.

Trimmed in a kind of...

Twelve years.

Twelve.

Twist and bend. Feel the movement.

Two points for breaking on the helmet. It's difficult.

Two strikes for Sir Walter Loring!

Two years for me.

Uh, I mean, um....

Uh, you...

Uh...trudging.

Ulrich against every Frenchman here?

Ulrich von Lichtenstein from Gelderland.

Ulrich von Lichtenstein? I am Simon the Summoner.

Ulrich von Lichtenstein.

Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich!

Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich!

Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich!

Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich!

Ulrich? I hear that name being chanted from the stadium.

Ulrich.

Ulrich.

Unlucky.

Very good.

Very good. Cheers.

Visor.

Walking out from Cheapside

Was that wrong?