World Without End (2012): Season 1, Episode 6 - Rook - full transcript
Merthin returns to Kingsbridge alone as his wife and son have both died from the plague. He wants Caris to run off with him, but she refuses knowing that Prior Godwin would hang her as a witch if she were to leave the convent. Sir Ralph also returns, knighted by the King, but he is not well receive by Sir Roland who is still the Earl of Shiring. He is also rejected by Phiippa who sees him as a convicted rapist. Gwenda and Wulfric can barely make ends meet but Ralph refuses to help. The plague comes to the village and many die. Caris tends to the sick but Prior Godwin flees almost immediately with only Sir Thomas Langley staying behind. The plague gives Petranilla a opportunity for revenge.
Sisters, welcome home.
Safely returned.
It's good to be back, Mother.
We have been praying for you.
Come. What news?
We found the King and we found war.
I can only imagine.
I pray that you can't.
It was worse than anything my mind
could conjure.
God is testing us all, it seems.
Whilst you were away Prior Godwyn
has begun work on his palace.
-With our gold?
-With our gold, yes.
Then our journey wasn't without purpose.
This'll stop him.
It's mere scribble on the back of an old map.
Hastily written on the battlefield.
It orders you to return our stolen money
so that we can build our hospice.
Don't see the royal seal.
That's because it's kept in England.
If you doubt its authenticity,
the King will give his word.
In person?
Even if it is authentic,
which I doubt very much,
he won't come to Kingsbridge to enforce it.
Oh, but he suggests that he will.
And you will lose your position,
cousin, and with any luck, your head.
He's a king and you're a nun.
What could you have possibly done
to make him give you this?
I'm sure you'll think of something, Prior.
Thank you, Sister Caris.
Stop construction now.
I've just had my eyes opened to the way
the world works.
That was war.
Men killing each other for power or land.
Not only each other.
Women, children, animals.
I can't even pretend to believe any more.
In what?
I used to have doubts about
God's presence in this world.
And now I know for sure
that he is not among us.
You still need rest. This will pass.
No. It'll never pass.
Congratulations, Sir Ralph.
The King rewards criminals well.
The King shows gratitude for loyalty
and courage, Sir Roland.
By making some of us peers.
What?
By restoring your property at Wigleigh?
'Tis but a fraction the size of my sovereignty.
He's also bestowed upon me
the Tench estate,
a property nearly as extensive as Shiring's.
The Earldom of Tench?
Yes.
Sorry we're late. Odila insisted we...
Lady Philippa.
It's been some long while.
Yes.
You've not changed.
Is this your daughter?
-Yes.
-I'm Lord Ralph.
-What's your name?
-Odila.
Odila.
Come along, Odila.
Your nurse is waiting for us.
The orange in your dress
was pulled from mine.
-Do you like it?
-Yes.
Lady Philippa? May I have a word?
Go, I'll catch up.
What do you want, Sir Ralph?
I want your hand in marriage.
I've been waiting for this moment
for such a long time.
Ever since I saw you that day
in the market as a young man,
and now that I'm a peer...
You must know that I adore you.
I would lay down my life for you.
I would share my good fortune with you.
And I know that you care for me, too. So...
I never cared for you.
I pitied you as a young man
deprived of his inheritance.
But you have since become
a rapist and a murderer.
I'd sooner die than marry you.
The war has taken the lives
of many Englishmen
and far too many land owners of Wigleigh.
Their lands have lain fallow for years,
and it's time we distributed
the property to those who can farm it.
We've decided, therefore,
to award these land holdings to
George Perkin.
Thank you.
Why?
Why him?
Why not us?
He's a land owner and you're a labourer.
So? He can't pay the labourers he's got now.
I pay you what I can.
Food! You pay us food!
And we're still starving!
Give the land to the peasants. We'll farm it.
Can you pay the tenant's fee?
We'll pay it bit by bit.
We'll work all the harder if the land is ours!
Your purpose as peasants is to feed
and support the bishops and lords.
Yeah. Who tax us and rob us
to keep us in our place!
My decision stands.
You said nothing.
It's dangerous to speak your mind like that.
You'd rather be robbed?
I'd rather go poor than be hanged a traitor.
Well, somebody's got to defend
what is rightfully ours.
-Not you!
-Well, why not?
You're a woman! You make me look like
a gelding when you speak like that!
Why don't you stand up for yourself
and your sons and your woman?
No one can stand up for you!
You've got a bigger cock
than any man in Wigleigh.
-Mama!
-Papa, stop.
-Mama.
-Stop.
-Don't fight.
-Please, Ma, no!
Come on!
Dad, no!
Ma!
Go!
Just get out of my life!
Mama? Are you all right?
Mama, where is Da going?
How's life as a Kingsbridge builder?
Merthin!
You're back!
I'm Elfric's chief competition,
which isn't saying much.
He runs the Guild now, and I only get
the work he hasn't time to take on.
-And my mother? Is she well?
-Yeah, she's well.
She'll be delighted to see you.
And Caris?
Is she still a nun?
Mother Cecilia just told me
you are writing a book.
Did you get my letter?
I didn't think you'd ever come back.
Are you with your family?
The Mortality visited us.
And my wife and child died.
And I caught it, too, but God was cruel
and he let me live.
I'm so sorry.
And you?
I practise the arts of healing.
I'm still learning.
And now a return or just a stop
on your journey?
That depends on you.
-Caris, listen to me.
-No.
-Please, I have thought about you...
-If I leave the convent, I'll be hanged.
Well, no one can still believe
that you're a witch.
Godwyn does.
Well, then we'll steal away.
We'll go back to Italy.
To replace what you've lost?
My feelings are worthy.
Why do you sully them?
You can't neglect a crop for years
and then expect to come back to a harvest.
You know?
I'm changed and I'm sure that you are, too.
I loved you from the moment I saw you,
and I've never stopped loving you since.
Pray for me, but don't love me.
Go, please.
I'm beginning to wonder
whether we should be at war at all.
The news from France is that they have
been decimated by the Great Mortality.
This pestilence has fought your war for you.
Now is the perfect time to attack, not retreat.
Oh, and who shall I send to fight them,
Mother? You?
God gave you a sign
saying this war was just.
Why should he fail you now?
Was it really a sign from God
or the trick of a greedier messenger?
A civil uprising deposed my father.
A secret order commanded his death.
A foreign war was declared.
And all to what purpose?
To put you in power, Mother.
And now comes the Great Mortality,
which truly is a sign that God is not happy.
Checkmate.
I think you better leave.
Mon cher, these are my rooms.
I mean London.
I don't want to see you in my court again.
Edward.
Edward! Listen to me!
Edward!
Edward!
I stood by your son on the battlefield,
Your Majesty.
But this time he's mistaken.
You deserve praise, not exile.
It only becomes exile if I don't return.
Merthin, lad. Genius lad.
The Italian loom design you gave me
works wonders.
The speed, the quality.
Leave Merthin alone, husband. Come sit.
-I'd rather do more than sit.
-Oh, behave yourself!
Petranilla. The lovely Petranilla.
-Would you care to dance?
-Dance?
You must not resist.
I am your lord and you are
the most beautiful woman in Kingsbridge.
You know, I've often thought
how very foolish I was to give you up.
Do you think there's still a chance
for you and I?
After all these years?
It would be my most fervent wish.
Wonderful! Marvellous!
Of all the fucks I ever had,
you were the sweetest.
My Lord, I...
Let's go outside now.
We can have a quick fuck,
save the dance for later.
My Lord, I am an honourable woman.
I'm not asking you to marry me.
I am the Earl of Shiring!
-Come on!
-No, My Lord!
Too good for me now?
There was a time
when you would have done anything I asked.
There was a time
you would not have asked it like this.
You'd be lucky to get a fuck from anyone
at your age.
What do you want?
A gift of land.
Permission to be a tenant
and not just a serf on your property.
You've asked that before.
Grovelling won't help.
Then give it to my son.
My oldest.
And why would I do that?
Because he's yours.
Fuck off.
I want to propose a toast!
May winter soon be over,
may spring come soon,
may our crops return,
and may my wife's teats never sag!
-What is it?
-I'm not certain yet.
What are those?
Keep him calm and I'll be back in a moment.
Sister Katrina.
I need to talk to you.
-Is it what I think it is?
-Yes.
What do we do?
Isolation is the only thing that might stop it.
-Some even say it's contagious by sight.
-Impossible.
By wind perhaps, that's what Galen says.
They wore linen face masks in Florence.
-But I can't promise that it helped.
-Thank you.
-Sister Mair?
-Yes?
I want everyone to wear masks of linen
over their nose and mouth.
Whatever for?
In hope of protecting us whilst we nurse.
The Great Mortality has come to Kingsbridge.
You are sinners!
The wrath of God
has descended upon you all!
Sinners, all of you!
God has no mercy with sinners like you!
Sinners, all of you!
-Sister, please help.
-We're trying.
-What shall I do?
-Nurse, get this lady some water.
-Sister, are you all right?
-Yes.
We need to find some more room
to isolate the sick.
Maybe we should convert an out-building
into a plague-house.
Absolutely not.
Giving people more room
to die won't help anyone.
Not to mention how much it will cost.
It will make them more comfortable.
It might even stop the spread of the disease.
The disease is God's punishment
on a wicked world.
We need more death to rid us
of this carnal sin.
It's a crime to intervene in God's will...
Godwyn! You are no physician.
What you know of these matters
is next to nothing.
And worse, as a trained theologian,
your beliefs are fetid and malevolent
as the Mortality itself!
God's punishment? We are burying children.
What sort of God do you worship
who would let innocent...
Get out.
Get out at once.
Disgusting!
Well, it seems we got our point across
about the masks.
Did you see how he covered his face?
Brother Thomas, please.
Please, come quickly.
Sister, could you get this man some water?
Brother Thomas, please.
This woman needs your help.
I don't know what to do next. Please.
Sir? Here, this will help.
I'm not frightened,
I'm curious.
I hope he's merciful,
and I haven't got it all wrong.
Mostly right, I should think.
-Where's your mask?
-I don't want...
Put it on.
You must take my place, of course.
I told Sister Mair to insist on it.
I can't take your place.
You're the only one who can.
Mother, you're forgetting that I...
That you lost your faith?
There isn't one true believer
who hasn't been in that long dark night.
You are in that crucible now, child.
Let God continue to work through you
building your hospice,
writing your book.
It would seem most of the nuns want
Sister Caris as our next Prioress.
And how do we prevent that?
I would be willing to run against her.
My dear Sister Elizabeth,
as much as I despise my cousin Caris,
even I have to admit her popularity.
If you hope to win,
we must exploit her unpopular side.
The use of masks, for example,
is pagan superstition.
Forego the use of one yourself.
We know the plague is the Devil's work
and God will protect us
and sicken her.
Sister, where's your mask?
Masks are the Devil's nonsense.
Mother?
What is the meaning of this,
calling for me at this hour?
Why couldn't it wait until the morning?
What kind of mother are you
putting me in danger?
She still reads heretic philosophy.
I've seen the books myself.
Written by Arab infidels
who would like nothing better
than to wipe Christianity
off the face of the Earth.
Therefore I humbly suggest
another of our sisters.
Myself, or someone worthier,
should be our next Prioress.
We need to collect all the Priory's
relics and possessions immediately.
We're leaving Kingsbridge
and this terrible plague behind.
Is this an order, Prior?
Why do you ask?
Because if it is,
I will not obey.
We are needed here
to nurse the sick and bury the dead.
And if the Mortality takes our lives,
that's God's business, not ours.
Anyone who wishes to stay with me
is welcome.
And anyone who disobeys me
will risk his immortal soul!
And that's God's business, too.
Not yours.
We leave within the hour.
What do you want?
I must speak to Earl Roland.
The castle is closed to all visitors
because of the pestilence.
Tell him I have news of his son.
His sons are dead.
One poisoned, one fallen in France.
Not all of them are dead. Tell him that.
Please!
Wait here.
What do you want?
It's Petranilla, My Lord.
You? I rose from my bed for you?
What's this about my sons?
Your son, My Lord, he lives.
You're daft, woman. Which one?
The son you never knew of.
The son I bore you out of our love.
And he lives.
The pestilence has taken your mind.
I never loved you.
Go home and die.
My Lord!
My Lord!
I've been looking for you.
Godwyn's gone. Left during the night.
Of course he has.
You know, he's the one person I feared
telling of my election.
Yes, congratulations, Mother Caris.
Do you believe in God, Thomas?
Yes, I think I do.
Then where is he?
I see no God here.
-They say his presence is often hidden.
-And his ways mysterious, I know.
So mysterious he's chosen a non-believer
to run his convent.
Well, his only son chose
for his closest friends fishermen, peasants,
a tax collector, and several whores.
I'd say you are an improvement.
Oh, I have other news.
Godwyn took everything of value.
Including our money?
I'm afraid so.
What on earth does he think it will buy him?
Just stop.
I beg you. A princess does not cry.
Don't make me go.
The Prince of Castile is a wealthy man, Joan.
Why can't I marry an Englishman?
Because Spain will give you a crown
and us an ally against France.
-I'll never see you again.
-Of course you will.
And you will return a queen,
which is what you deserve.
Now look at me.
Of all my children, Joan,
you are my favourite.
I want only the best for you. Now go.
Sire.
-I'll miss you.
-I know.
Brother Godwyn?
No, Prior Godwyn, Brother Saul.
Prior Saul, Prior Godwyn.
Thank you, Brother.
There's but half-a-dozen of us here,
which is all this monastery will hold.
You would turn us away? We bring gold!
Which will buy you nothing.
Not food, we haven't enough as it is.
Not shelter.
And it's what else you might be bringing
that frightens me.
But we are brothers in Christ.
I brought only the purest of heart!
Pestilence does not walk with us!
How can you be certain none of you are ill?
Did you not hear me? We are godly.
You must sleep in the barn for a week.
And then if there are still no signs
of disease...
We'll freeze out there!
You should have stayed in Kingsbridge
where it's warmer
and the supplies are plentiful
and where the people needed you.
How dare you say that we are ungodly?
How dare you say we are ungodly?
Now, Brothers,
Prior Saul, I'm sorry to say,
has discovered black boils on his neck.
And so he's voluntarily isolated himself
in the barn.
God has vouchsafed to protect me
from this terrible plague.
And so I will be
the Prior's sole attending physician.
The rest of you will remain isolated here
until the disease passes.
Now let us pray.
Prior Godwyn has disappeared
leaving no one in charge of Kingsbridge
but myself and Mother Caris.
Many of our citizens are afraid to leave
their houses, which is understandable.
But we ask that you go to them
and bring them word of our new rules
concerning the disease.
First of all, everyone must wear masks.
The good sisters have made linen ones,
which Sister Mair will distribute.
Please take them to your neighbours
and leave them on their doorsteps.
Also, we need volunteers to bury the dead.
Bodies must be cleared
from the streets and the river, covered in lime
and buried in communal graves.
In order to contain the disease,
Kingsbridge must be sealed off,
the town wall made impregnable,
and a sentry posted on the bridge
to guard against intruders.
And most importantly, we must take care
of the children who have lost their parents.
Anyone who has any room at all, please...
Please take them in.
And lastly, I have not yet been ratified
as Prioress by the new bishop,
who refuses to come to Kingsbridge
until after the disease has left.
So, in order to affirm my position,
and make these rules irrevocable law
I must go to him.
Caris.
-What are you doing?
-I've come to escort you.
-I don't need escorting.
-I don't need a lecture.
Just a thank you will do.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Come no further!
State your purpose and leave.
Mother Caris of Kingsbridge,
come to be ratified as Prioress.
Prior Godwyn didn't write to me about this.
Prior Godwyn fled when the Mortality struck,
taking with him the relics
and all of our money.
So who's running Kingsbridge then?
No one officially, Eminence.
My clergy is decimated.
You were not the first with this problem.
To help, the Holy father
has issued an emergency decree.
Nuns may hear confessions
and bury the many dead.
You may not say Mass
but other than that you're the new Prior.
Eminence, I am Prior? I don't...
-Amen.
-Amen.
-Eminence...
-Now leave.
Well,
I'll leave you here.
Congratulations, Prior.
Write your book, heal the sick,
and build your hospice.
It's all in your power now.
When this is over, you are mine.
Mother?
No.
Should I send for Ralph, Mother?
He could be here by morning.
I won't be long.
Can I share a secret with you?
Of course, My Lady.
For many years I was barren.
When I finally gave birth,
the child was stillborn.
I was heartbroken until my husband,
Sir Gerald, brought me
another child to take his place.
He told me that its mother died.
I loved this orphan as if he was my own.
I soon gave birth to a second son,
the legitimate heir
to Shiring Castle.
His father and I hid this truth,
rather than name his brother a bastard.
A message, My Lord.
Brother Joseph!
Forgive me, Brother. We took it with us.
To St. John-in-the-Forest.
Took what?
Safely returned.
It's good to be back, Mother.
We have been praying for you.
Come. What news?
We found the King and we found war.
I can only imagine.
I pray that you can't.
It was worse than anything my mind
could conjure.
God is testing us all, it seems.
Whilst you were away Prior Godwyn
has begun work on his palace.
-With our gold?
-With our gold, yes.
Then our journey wasn't without purpose.
This'll stop him.
It's mere scribble on the back of an old map.
Hastily written on the battlefield.
It orders you to return our stolen money
so that we can build our hospice.
Don't see the royal seal.
That's because it's kept in England.
If you doubt its authenticity,
the King will give his word.
In person?
Even if it is authentic,
which I doubt very much,
he won't come to Kingsbridge to enforce it.
Oh, but he suggests that he will.
And you will lose your position,
cousin, and with any luck, your head.
He's a king and you're a nun.
What could you have possibly done
to make him give you this?
I'm sure you'll think of something, Prior.
Thank you, Sister Caris.
Stop construction now.
I've just had my eyes opened to the way
the world works.
That was war.
Men killing each other for power or land.
Not only each other.
Women, children, animals.
I can't even pretend to believe any more.
In what?
I used to have doubts about
God's presence in this world.
And now I know for sure
that he is not among us.
You still need rest. This will pass.
No. It'll never pass.
Congratulations, Sir Ralph.
The King rewards criminals well.
The King shows gratitude for loyalty
and courage, Sir Roland.
By making some of us peers.
What?
By restoring your property at Wigleigh?
'Tis but a fraction the size of my sovereignty.
He's also bestowed upon me
the Tench estate,
a property nearly as extensive as Shiring's.
The Earldom of Tench?
Yes.
Sorry we're late. Odila insisted we...
Lady Philippa.
It's been some long while.
Yes.
You've not changed.
Is this your daughter?
-Yes.
-I'm Lord Ralph.
-What's your name?
-Odila.
Odila.
Come along, Odila.
Your nurse is waiting for us.
The orange in your dress
was pulled from mine.
-Do you like it?
-Yes.
Lady Philippa? May I have a word?
Go, I'll catch up.
What do you want, Sir Ralph?
I want your hand in marriage.
I've been waiting for this moment
for such a long time.
Ever since I saw you that day
in the market as a young man,
and now that I'm a peer...
You must know that I adore you.
I would lay down my life for you.
I would share my good fortune with you.
And I know that you care for me, too. So...
I never cared for you.
I pitied you as a young man
deprived of his inheritance.
But you have since become
a rapist and a murderer.
I'd sooner die than marry you.
The war has taken the lives
of many Englishmen
and far too many land owners of Wigleigh.
Their lands have lain fallow for years,
and it's time we distributed
the property to those who can farm it.
We've decided, therefore,
to award these land holdings to
George Perkin.
Thank you.
Why?
Why him?
Why not us?
He's a land owner and you're a labourer.
So? He can't pay the labourers he's got now.
I pay you what I can.
Food! You pay us food!
And we're still starving!
Give the land to the peasants. We'll farm it.
Can you pay the tenant's fee?
We'll pay it bit by bit.
We'll work all the harder if the land is ours!
Your purpose as peasants is to feed
and support the bishops and lords.
Yeah. Who tax us and rob us
to keep us in our place!
My decision stands.
You said nothing.
It's dangerous to speak your mind like that.
You'd rather be robbed?
I'd rather go poor than be hanged a traitor.
Well, somebody's got to defend
what is rightfully ours.
-Not you!
-Well, why not?
You're a woman! You make me look like
a gelding when you speak like that!
Why don't you stand up for yourself
and your sons and your woman?
No one can stand up for you!
You've got a bigger cock
than any man in Wigleigh.
-Mama!
-Papa, stop.
-Mama.
-Stop.
-Don't fight.
-Please, Ma, no!
Come on!
Dad, no!
Ma!
Go!
Just get out of my life!
Mama? Are you all right?
Mama, where is Da going?
How's life as a Kingsbridge builder?
Merthin!
You're back!
I'm Elfric's chief competition,
which isn't saying much.
He runs the Guild now, and I only get
the work he hasn't time to take on.
-And my mother? Is she well?
-Yeah, she's well.
She'll be delighted to see you.
And Caris?
Is she still a nun?
Mother Cecilia just told me
you are writing a book.
Did you get my letter?
I didn't think you'd ever come back.
Are you with your family?
The Mortality visited us.
And my wife and child died.
And I caught it, too, but God was cruel
and he let me live.
I'm so sorry.
And you?
I practise the arts of healing.
I'm still learning.
And now a return or just a stop
on your journey?
That depends on you.
-Caris, listen to me.
-No.
-Please, I have thought about you...
-If I leave the convent, I'll be hanged.
Well, no one can still believe
that you're a witch.
Godwyn does.
Well, then we'll steal away.
We'll go back to Italy.
To replace what you've lost?
My feelings are worthy.
Why do you sully them?
You can't neglect a crop for years
and then expect to come back to a harvest.
You know?
I'm changed and I'm sure that you are, too.
I loved you from the moment I saw you,
and I've never stopped loving you since.
Pray for me, but don't love me.
Go, please.
I'm beginning to wonder
whether we should be at war at all.
The news from France is that they have
been decimated by the Great Mortality.
This pestilence has fought your war for you.
Now is the perfect time to attack, not retreat.
Oh, and who shall I send to fight them,
Mother? You?
God gave you a sign
saying this war was just.
Why should he fail you now?
Was it really a sign from God
or the trick of a greedier messenger?
A civil uprising deposed my father.
A secret order commanded his death.
A foreign war was declared.
And all to what purpose?
To put you in power, Mother.
And now comes the Great Mortality,
which truly is a sign that God is not happy.
Checkmate.
I think you better leave.
Mon cher, these are my rooms.
I mean London.
I don't want to see you in my court again.
Edward.
Edward! Listen to me!
Edward!
Edward!
I stood by your son on the battlefield,
Your Majesty.
But this time he's mistaken.
You deserve praise, not exile.
It only becomes exile if I don't return.
Merthin, lad. Genius lad.
The Italian loom design you gave me
works wonders.
The speed, the quality.
Leave Merthin alone, husband. Come sit.
-I'd rather do more than sit.
-Oh, behave yourself!
Petranilla. The lovely Petranilla.
-Would you care to dance?
-Dance?
You must not resist.
I am your lord and you are
the most beautiful woman in Kingsbridge.
You know, I've often thought
how very foolish I was to give you up.
Do you think there's still a chance
for you and I?
After all these years?
It would be my most fervent wish.
Wonderful! Marvellous!
Of all the fucks I ever had,
you were the sweetest.
My Lord, I...
Let's go outside now.
We can have a quick fuck,
save the dance for later.
My Lord, I am an honourable woman.
I'm not asking you to marry me.
I am the Earl of Shiring!
-Come on!
-No, My Lord!
Too good for me now?
There was a time
when you would have done anything I asked.
There was a time
you would not have asked it like this.
You'd be lucky to get a fuck from anyone
at your age.
What do you want?
A gift of land.
Permission to be a tenant
and not just a serf on your property.
You've asked that before.
Grovelling won't help.
Then give it to my son.
My oldest.
And why would I do that?
Because he's yours.
Fuck off.
I want to propose a toast!
May winter soon be over,
may spring come soon,
may our crops return,
and may my wife's teats never sag!
-What is it?
-I'm not certain yet.
What are those?
Keep him calm and I'll be back in a moment.
Sister Katrina.
I need to talk to you.
-Is it what I think it is?
-Yes.
What do we do?
Isolation is the only thing that might stop it.
-Some even say it's contagious by sight.
-Impossible.
By wind perhaps, that's what Galen says.
They wore linen face masks in Florence.
-But I can't promise that it helped.
-Thank you.
-Sister Mair?
-Yes?
I want everyone to wear masks of linen
over their nose and mouth.
Whatever for?
In hope of protecting us whilst we nurse.
The Great Mortality has come to Kingsbridge.
You are sinners!
The wrath of God
has descended upon you all!
Sinners, all of you!
God has no mercy with sinners like you!
Sinners, all of you!
-Sister, please help.
-We're trying.
-What shall I do?
-Nurse, get this lady some water.
-Sister, are you all right?
-Yes.
We need to find some more room
to isolate the sick.
Maybe we should convert an out-building
into a plague-house.
Absolutely not.
Giving people more room
to die won't help anyone.
Not to mention how much it will cost.
It will make them more comfortable.
It might even stop the spread of the disease.
The disease is God's punishment
on a wicked world.
We need more death to rid us
of this carnal sin.
It's a crime to intervene in God's will...
Godwyn! You are no physician.
What you know of these matters
is next to nothing.
And worse, as a trained theologian,
your beliefs are fetid and malevolent
as the Mortality itself!
God's punishment? We are burying children.
What sort of God do you worship
who would let innocent...
Get out.
Get out at once.
Disgusting!
Well, it seems we got our point across
about the masks.
Did you see how he covered his face?
Brother Thomas, please.
Please, come quickly.
Sister, could you get this man some water?
Brother Thomas, please.
This woman needs your help.
I don't know what to do next. Please.
Sir? Here, this will help.
I'm not frightened,
I'm curious.
I hope he's merciful,
and I haven't got it all wrong.
Mostly right, I should think.
-Where's your mask?
-I don't want...
Put it on.
You must take my place, of course.
I told Sister Mair to insist on it.
I can't take your place.
You're the only one who can.
Mother, you're forgetting that I...
That you lost your faith?
There isn't one true believer
who hasn't been in that long dark night.
You are in that crucible now, child.
Let God continue to work through you
building your hospice,
writing your book.
It would seem most of the nuns want
Sister Caris as our next Prioress.
And how do we prevent that?
I would be willing to run against her.
My dear Sister Elizabeth,
as much as I despise my cousin Caris,
even I have to admit her popularity.
If you hope to win,
we must exploit her unpopular side.
The use of masks, for example,
is pagan superstition.
Forego the use of one yourself.
We know the plague is the Devil's work
and God will protect us
and sicken her.
Sister, where's your mask?
Masks are the Devil's nonsense.
Mother?
What is the meaning of this,
calling for me at this hour?
Why couldn't it wait until the morning?
What kind of mother are you
putting me in danger?
She still reads heretic philosophy.
I've seen the books myself.
Written by Arab infidels
who would like nothing better
than to wipe Christianity
off the face of the Earth.
Therefore I humbly suggest
another of our sisters.
Myself, or someone worthier,
should be our next Prioress.
We need to collect all the Priory's
relics and possessions immediately.
We're leaving Kingsbridge
and this terrible plague behind.
Is this an order, Prior?
Why do you ask?
Because if it is,
I will not obey.
We are needed here
to nurse the sick and bury the dead.
And if the Mortality takes our lives,
that's God's business, not ours.
Anyone who wishes to stay with me
is welcome.
And anyone who disobeys me
will risk his immortal soul!
And that's God's business, too.
Not yours.
We leave within the hour.
What do you want?
I must speak to Earl Roland.
The castle is closed to all visitors
because of the pestilence.
Tell him I have news of his son.
His sons are dead.
One poisoned, one fallen in France.
Not all of them are dead. Tell him that.
Please!
Wait here.
What do you want?
It's Petranilla, My Lord.
You? I rose from my bed for you?
What's this about my sons?
Your son, My Lord, he lives.
You're daft, woman. Which one?
The son you never knew of.
The son I bore you out of our love.
And he lives.
The pestilence has taken your mind.
I never loved you.
Go home and die.
My Lord!
My Lord!
I've been looking for you.
Godwyn's gone. Left during the night.
Of course he has.
You know, he's the one person I feared
telling of my election.
Yes, congratulations, Mother Caris.
Do you believe in God, Thomas?
Yes, I think I do.
Then where is he?
I see no God here.
-They say his presence is often hidden.
-And his ways mysterious, I know.
So mysterious he's chosen a non-believer
to run his convent.
Well, his only son chose
for his closest friends fishermen, peasants,
a tax collector, and several whores.
I'd say you are an improvement.
Oh, I have other news.
Godwyn took everything of value.
Including our money?
I'm afraid so.
What on earth does he think it will buy him?
Just stop.
I beg you. A princess does not cry.
Don't make me go.
The Prince of Castile is a wealthy man, Joan.
Why can't I marry an Englishman?
Because Spain will give you a crown
and us an ally against France.
-I'll never see you again.
-Of course you will.
And you will return a queen,
which is what you deserve.
Now look at me.
Of all my children, Joan,
you are my favourite.
I want only the best for you. Now go.
Sire.
-I'll miss you.
-I know.
Brother Godwyn?
No, Prior Godwyn, Brother Saul.
Prior Saul, Prior Godwyn.
Thank you, Brother.
There's but half-a-dozen of us here,
which is all this monastery will hold.
You would turn us away? We bring gold!
Which will buy you nothing.
Not food, we haven't enough as it is.
Not shelter.
And it's what else you might be bringing
that frightens me.
But we are brothers in Christ.
I brought only the purest of heart!
Pestilence does not walk with us!
How can you be certain none of you are ill?
Did you not hear me? We are godly.
You must sleep in the barn for a week.
And then if there are still no signs
of disease...
We'll freeze out there!
You should have stayed in Kingsbridge
where it's warmer
and the supplies are plentiful
and where the people needed you.
How dare you say that we are ungodly?
How dare you say we are ungodly?
Now, Brothers,
Prior Saul, I'm sorry to say,
has discovered black boils on his neck.
And so he's voluntarily isolated himself
in the barn.
God has vouchsafed to protect me
from this terrible plague.
And so I will be
the Prior's sole attending physician.
The rest of you will remain isolated here
until the disease passes.
Now let us pray.
Prior Godwyn has disappeared
leaving no one in charge of Kingsbridge
but myself and Mother Caris.
Many of our citizens are afraid to leave
their houses, which is understandable.
But we ask that you go to them
and bring them word of our new rules
concerning the disease.
First of all, everyone must wear masks.
The good sisters have made linen ones,
which Sister Mair will distribute.
Please take them to your neighbours
and leave them on their doorsteps.
Also, we need volunteers to bury the dead.
Bodies must be cleared
from the streets and the river, covered in lime
and buried in communal graves.
In order to contain the disease,
Kingsbridge must be sealed off,
the town wall made impregnable,
and a sentry posted on the bridge
to guard against intruders.
And most importantly, we must take care
of the children who have lost their parents.
Anyone who has any room at all, please...
Please take them in.
And lastly, I have not yet been ratified
as Prioress by the new bishop,
who refuses to come to Kingsbridge
until after the disease has left.
So, in order to affirm my position,
and make these rules irrevocable law
I must go to him.
Caris.
-What are you doing?
-I've come to escort you.
-I don't need escorting.
-I don't need a lecture.
Just a thank you will do.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Come no further!
State your purpose and leave.
Mother Caris of Kingsbridge,
come to be ratified as Prioress.
Prior Godwyn didn't write to me about this.
Prior Godwyn fled when the Mortality struck,
taking with him the relics
and all of our money.
So who's running Kingsbridge then?
No one officially, Eminence.
My clergy is decimated.
You were not the first with this problem.
To help, the Holy father
has issued an emergency decree.
Nuns may hear confessions
and bury the many dead.
You may not say Mass
but other than that you're the new Prior.
Eminence, I am Prior? I don't...
-Amen.
-Amen.
-Eminence...
-Now leave.
Well,
I'll leave you here.
Congratulations, Prior.
Write your book, heal the sick,
and build your hospice.
It's all in your power now.
When this is over, you are mine.
Mother?
No.
Should I send for Ralph, Mother?
He could be here by morning.
I won't be long.
Can I share a secret with you?
Of course, My Lady.
For many years I was barren.
When I finally gave birth,
the child was stillborn.
I was heartbroken until my husband,
Sir Gerald, brought me
another child to take his place.
He told me that its mother died.
I loved this orphan as if he was my own.
I soon gave birth to a second son,
the legitimate heir
to Shiring Castle.
His father and I hid this truth,
rather than name his brother a bastard.
A message, My Lord.
Brother Joseph!
Forgive me, Brother. We took it with us.
To St. John-in-the-Forest.
Took what?