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They've captured the king.

We need to hold Stephen's son

until his father
has left the country

and peace has been kept
for 5 years.

We are betrayed!

Does he honestly think
we'll spare his son?

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

Because I will build it.

When my chisel hits the rock,

it's a song
of what will be.

I'm a master stonemason.
Send him away, Da, not me.

I burned the old cathedral
so that you would have work.

Get out!

Kingsbridge is planning
a fleece fair.

Let's make your mother proud.

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He was my friend.

He gave us this cathedral.

We planned

and argued

and dreamed.

It seems impossible...

that he is gone.

He...

William Hamleigh burned
it down and murdered Tom.

He tried to burn me too,
but Alfred put out the flames.

He should hang for this!

Who will arrest him?

There is no king.
There is no queen.

There is no law in this land!

There will be soon.
The war's over.

Maud and Gloucester
have fled to France

and Stephen is king again.

Oh God!

Oh dear God!

What?

It was Maud who gave
the license for the fair!

It's over.
We're ruined!

There is nothing left!

Nothing?

I... I need money for
a horse and weapons!

All my gold went
to Philip to pay Maud.

And all my wool
went up in flames!

We are poor again, Richard!

I need the money.

I can't buy weapons
and pay men.

I can't fight for Stephen!

- What am I supposed do?
- I can't support myself!

I have done
everything I could do!

I have done enough!

I want to replace him.

I'm a master builder.

Father gave me his tools.

I know the site and the plans.

You don't have the experience.

Neither did he
when you hired him.

I have his ambition.

And I have his skill.

The men listen to me,
and I'm willing to learn.

I need to pray on this, Alfred.

No, you need to
think of the future.

I have.

Let me show you.

I want to vault
the cathedral in stone.

That's impossible.

Tom said that wood
is the only material...

Wood is cheaper, yes,
but it can burn.

That's how you lost
the first cathedral.

Will the walls take the weight?

Yeah, we can reinforce them.

I know more about stone
than he ever did.

It will cost more
and take longer.

But it will last forever.

That's the point, isn't it?

That why you're
building this church.

God's mark on history.

I can do it cheaper than Da.

You can pay me less.

He wanted to tell me something.

Who?

Tom Builder.
But he went away.

What do you think
Heaven's like?

High up.

What else? Who do
you think is there?

My ma.

Yes.

Did Tom Builder go to see her?

Yes. Yes, he did.

He knew her?

Tom Builder had a secret.

He didn't think
I suspected, but, uh,

his daughter, Martha, confirmed
it to me after he went away.

What secret?

Tom loved your mother
very, very much.

And he went to tell her
what a wonderful boy you are.

And he went to build
her a beautiful home.

And there will be a room
in that home for you one day.

Although, you probably won't
need it for a very long time.

All right, go to bed now.

Who are you writing to?

The king.

There's talk of a crusade,
and I want to volunteer.

As a knight?

As a very poor one.

Oh, Alfred. Come in.

Take a seat.

I've just been told
I am to replace my father.

Congratulations.
He'd be proud.

I'll have a steady income.

Not as much as Da,
but more than I made before.

So I've come to ask
for your hand in marriage.

Alfred!

I saved your life.

- And I appreciate that.
- I love you, Aliena.

Yes, but I will never...

I will take good care of you,

help rebuild your business and
support you brother's knighthood

and quest for
the Earldom of Shiring.

You'd have to sell your house
to maintain his position.

I've saved enough
to let you keep the house

and cover his expenses
as knight and future earl.

I'll leave you alone to talk.

Whatever your decision...

I'll abide by it.

You promised Father.

Ow!

I swear that I will not rest

until Richard is
the Earl of Shiring

and lord of the land
that you once ruled.

Welcome to
my poor home, Lord Archbishop.

Still a ruin
with a roof, I see.

Kingsbridge needs
the stone more than I do.

You'll never succeed me
without a proper place to live.

Never mind going to Rome.

Succeeding you is
farthest from my mind.

And Rome, just a dream.

I beg you once again,
dear Lord,

grant me your sweet favor.

Lady Regan,
as you well know,

our political bets
were entirely well-placed.

Maud and Gloucester
lost their battle

and were forced
to flee to France,

where they now
lick their wounds.

Meanwhile, our dear
King Stephen is back in power.

You see, dear Lady,

it was really wise of you
to have sided with me again.

However, I'd like
to remind you

that our alliance is based
on certain conditions,

which I clearly presented
you with at the Lincoln Chapel.

I wish to be named
Archbishop of Canterbury

once Stephen
regains his throne.

The current one will have
to be removed, of course.

My dear Lord Bishop,

the surest way for me to
sequester the Archbishop

is to bring him to Shiring

on the pretext
of performing some ceremony.

Say... a marriage.

I would need the king's
permission for a wedding.

But I assume you have
yet to give him

my father's precious ring,

else I would have heard
from his gracious Majesty.

You haven't spent it
on your palace, have you?

His Majesty would be
most unhappy to hear that.

Oh...

Why so sad, William?

Hmm?

You've hardly left your bed

since the battle
at Kingsbridge.

I'm going to Hell, Mother.

Oh, my sweet William,
I doubt that.

I killed a man.

I'll be hanged
and I'll burn forever.

But Bishop Waleran forgave
you in advance, my dainty.

Besides, it was a war.
You've killed hundreds in war.

It's not a proper war!

It's very proper.

It's your war
to win the title of earl.

A lost war, a useless war.

We're penniless.

Well, that's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

There was a young lady
you were drawn to

at Maud's court.

And now,
with Stephen in power,

her family are in disfavor.

They want a marriage
to an ally of Stephen's.

And Bishop Waleran assures me

we'll soon be back
in the king's good graces.

They have, by the way...

a lot of money.

Who is it?

Is she pretty?

You thought so.

- Is she a virgin?
- Hmm...

She's only 13.

Now tell me...

whom do you hate the most?

Aliena.

She didn't die in the fire
like I wanted her to.

And what would you do to her?

Have my way with her again
and again until she does die.

Mmm...

And so you shall.

And whom do you love the most?

You.

And what would you do to me?

Fight him, Eustace!

Ow! Ow, my finger!

Where's your guts?
Where's your noble blood?

I don't like fighting!

He's too much with his mother.

If it were up to women,
there would be no wars.

Could you stomach that?
Oh, never, Sire.

I feel so much better
when I'm conquering an enemy.

I'm told it was your idea

to substitute the farm boy
with Eustace, by the way.

Oh, I suppose
I should be grateful.

God inspired me, Your Majesty.

He speaks to me directly now.

He appeared to me in prison

and told me in
no uncertain terms

that the sinking of the
White Ship was part of his plan.

It was a terrible
tragedy, Sire,

but it made you king.

God's plans twist at times,

but always end up
in the greater good.

Quite.

And in order to
further that good,

you might grant
2 small requests.

Lady Regan wants
permission for her son

to marry Elizabeth of Weymouth.

A generous fee will be paid
to the Crown, of course.

Hmm! I'll speak
to God about it.

But I expect he'll say yes.

The second favor?

The Archbishop of Canterbury
is failing, Sire.

You'll soon need
to name a successor.

Good!

Hmm!

I didn't know he was ill.

Yeah! Now the right.

That's it, Henry.

Protect your mama
from the evil Stephen!

Ah!

You let me win, Uncle Robert.

No, Henry, on my word of honor.

Your mother's right.

Soon you too will be fighting
Stephen for our crown.

Today, on this
third Sunday in July,

I announce
the banns of marriage

between Alfred,

son of Tom Builder,

and Aliena of Shiring.

They're to be married
in two weeks time.

May God's blessings descend...

No!

She's mine.

You cannot take her.

You will not take her!

Not here, Jack.

Aliena!

Aliena!

No! God help me!

Don't make me chain you, Jack!

I must keep you here,
for your own good,

until the marriage
is performed.

Now, I hope you
can use this time

to decide on whether or not
you wish to remain a monk.

It is my path to God,

but I see now that
it might not be yours.

If you...

decide to leave, I understand.

But you will be banished
from Kingsbridge forever.

My dear Bishop,

knowing of your interest
in Jack Jackson,

I write to inform you
that he's being held in prison,

due to an attachment
he seems to have formed

with Aliena of Shiring.

She's soon to be
married to Alfred.

And Jack Jackson,
now a monk,

has expressed displeasure
in rather violent terms.

He will be kept
in our basement cell

until after
the wedding ceremony.

Brother Remigius,

if what you say is true,
God's wishes are clear.

Jack Jackson's mother
is a witch,

and he's the
Devil's offspring.

His blasphemous stonework
attests to that.

For years, he has been
an irritant to God's plan,

and now God
wants him stopped.

Spice his dinner
with the contents

of the enclosed package.

A pinch should suffice.

And have it delivered
to the prisoner

by a monk he knows
and trusts.

Ego te absolvo.
In the name of Jesus Christ.

You'll be free
this time tomorrow.

You ought to be happy.

She'll be wed this
time tomorrow, Johnny.

I will never be happy again.

I'll be seeing these on
my wedding night, boys. Hey?

Hey, hey!
Get your hands off, hey?

You better get us some of that!

Oh, hey! Hey!

Hey, boys! Hey, boys!

On my wedding night, wait till
she gets ahold of that.

- Shhh, quiet.
- Mother!

The monks will hear you.

- Who told you I was here?
- Martha.

It broke her heart
to hear you were imprisoned.

I think she's
a little taken with you.

How did you get in here?

The water channel
runs under here.

It's how I visited your father
and got pregnant with you.

My father?

Yes, it was here.

The prior who said
he stole the chalice

was the Prior of
Kingsbridge, Prior James.

He died just before
Philip took charge.

Philip was raised
by Prior James.

So that's why you mistrust him?

But he had nothing to do
with Father's death, did he?

Your father was brought here
after they found him.

It was my fault
that he was found.

So I decided to free him.

I left my convent
and traveled here

and bribed one of the monks,

who revealed to me
the secret entrance

from the outside world.

I couldn't free him.

He was chained.

And all I could do was...

love him.

The next week, he was
taken to another cell.

I didn't lay eyes on him
until the day he was burned.

I wanted him to see his son.

Why would Prior James
accuse him falsely?

He was acting
under orders, I'm sure.

Under whose orders?

Whoever wanted
your father silenced.

Whatever he knew,
it died with him.

Unless it was somehow
connected to his ring.

- My ring that Alfred stole?
- Yes.

You love Aliena, don't you?

She doesn't love me, Ma.
She said it was impossible.

Go to her.

Ask her why, then do what
your father and I could not.

Run away together.

Eat something.
You need your strength.

Eat.

I wish this night
could last forever.

I want to marry you.

Shhh! Richard will hear.

We'll run away together.

I've lost my money,
and you have nothing.

I've got my hands.

I can get work on any church
in the world, I'm sure of it.

It's not enough.

I made an oath to my father...

that I would do everything to
help Richard regain his title.

That might be never.

An oath's just words, Aliena.

It's nothing compared to this.

Come away.

I have to marry Alfred.

No. No, I can't
give you up again.

It's my duty, Jack.

No, your duty is to me.

Oh!

- What? What is it?
- Nothing. It's you.

I will go away and
you'll never see me again.

Is that what you want?
Is it what you want?

Jack! Jack!

Drink this! It will
get the poison out of you.

It was Alfred, wasn't it?

He had one of the monks
put something into your food.

Damn him!

Wake up, William.

Wake up!

Today is your special day.

Alfred, son of Tom Builder,

I take you as my husband.

And swear to be
faithful, always.

William and Elizabeth,
you are now married

in the eyes of God.

Alfred and Aliena
are now married

in the eyes of God.

And may God's blessing...

I curse this wedding!

I curse this marriage
with sorrow.

I curse this marriage
with impotence!

With hatred, with regret

and bitterness.

Oh God, you're lifeless!

It's like making love
to a corpse!

What can I do?

Enjoy it!

- Good morning, Archbishop.
- Lady Regan!

What a delight.

You're an early
riser too, I see.

I wanted to speak with you
in private, if I may.

I have a rather troubling
confession to make.

Well, I'm sorry.

Isn't Bishop Waleran
your confessor?

Yes.

But my sin is for the ears

of the Archbishop
of Canterbury himself.

I don't understand.

I have been asked to...

I have been asked
to commit a murder.

Oh, my dear.

By whom?

Bishop Waleran.

Which is why I can't...

Yes... I see.

He mustn't know
that I've told you.

No, my dear.
My lips are sealed.

Whom does he wish
you to murder?

You.

So where will you go?

I don't know.
France, maybe.

Search for Father's family.

Jack! Jack!

I want to come with you!

No, Martha.

He must go alone.

Canterbury's a much nicer
palace and already built.

What do you want now?

My son's title.

I've cleared the path
for your ascent,

and Stephen hasn't confirmed
William as Shiring's earl.

You promised he would.
Promises take time.

I've waited months for
my confirmation as Archbishop.

You've been waiting
all your life.

I doubt it ends at Archbishop.

Patience is a virtue...

I have been patient
with you for 24 years!

You'd burn for it, William.

Nonsense.

You forgave him all
his crimes, remember?

Slit his throat.

I'll talk to the king
Sunday next

when he visits Kingsbridge.

What brings him there?

May Day Philip
dedicates his cathedral.

- It's finished?
- No, not nearly.

But it's been vaulted.

Thank you.

Hold it steady!

That's it!

Mmm...

Please, Alfred mustn't know.

He hasn't noticed.

Oh, the light!

Thank you.

Plenty of place to worship.

It's a miracle
they finished it in time.

They rushed it.

They took down the
falsework this morning.

Like I said, it's a miracle.

Brother.

Is it too late
to ask forgiveness?

Kate. Little sister.

You've prayed for this
for a long time.

It's eating me away.

My life.

I want to serve God, like you.

The consecrated part
of our cathedral is now,

at last, vaulted.

We could not have come this far

without the divinely
guided support

of our good King Stephen.

And our blessed Bishop Waleran,

whose elevation to
Archbishop of Canterbury

we celebrate here today.

But equal honor is due
to a man who is not here.

His name is Tom Builder.

And his death casts
a shadow on this day.

He would have been
so very proud and happy.

Thank you, Prior Philip.

We have another honor
to celebrate today.

I have been speaking
with His Royal Highness,

and he has given me
permission to announce,

with great pride and pleasure,

the confirmation
of William Hamleigh

as Earl of Shiring.

Yes!

Yes!

It's the roof!

My Lord, this way!
This way!

Where is my son?

Sweet Jesus! Why?

She came to You for mercy,
and this is Your answer?

I gave my life to you!

Why did you kill my sister?

Why Kate?

Where's Aliena?

I don't know.

Aliena!

Aliena!

Brother Thomas...

Help me! Somebody!

Brother, help us!

No.

Whore!

How many died?

79.

- And what caused it?
- No one knows.

It was Alfred's fault.

He took down the falsework

before the mortar
had properly dried.

The prior made him rush.

Don't blame Philip!
The walls weren't strong enough!

There'll be an examination!

Silence! Hmm?

It is clear, Prior Philip.
Bad decisions were made.

And the ultimate responsibility

for those decisions
lies with you.

An investigation will
be conducted, Eminence.

And its conclusions will be
weighed by your successor,

when he is chosen.

There will be no successor.

King Stephen took
today's misfortune

as a sign from God.

He is reneging on his promise
to name me Archbishop.

I am sorry.

Are you?

Your pride betrays you, Philip.

It's pride that orders
a roof of stones

and denies culpability
when it collapses.

I order you to resign
as Prior of Kingsbridge,

effective immediately.

With all due humility,
my Lord Bishop,

that must be put to a vote.

May I be heard, Your Eminence?

The vault may indeed
have collapsed

because it was improperly
built and rushed.

But those are merely
material causes.

There is a divine cause too,
as there is in all things.

Oh, get to the point, Remigius.

The statue of St. Adolphus

and the skull it carried
were crushed.

Yes?

This is my point,
Your Eminence.

The vault fell
on Philip's deception.

What are you talking about?

I ask you, Philip,

did the skull belong
to St. Adolphus or not?

Of course it did.

Let the prior speak.

I lied.

The original relic
was destroyed in the fire.

I substituted a skull
from the crypt.

Without the relic,
or something like that,

people wouldn't come to worship

and the cathedral
could not be built.

"Pride goeth

"before destruction
and a haughty spirit."

There haven't been
miracles for 50 years.

The other skull
was probably false too.

That's blasphemy, Prior Philip!

How did you know about this,
Remigius? Were you spying?

Enough!

Philip has deceived us all.

Wasting thousands
of pounds building

a cathedral which
should've been abandoned.

And in the process,
killing 79 people,

including your sister,
the whore.

She came to be shriven,
Your Eminence.

Not in good time.

She will be buried now
in unholy ground.

Philip has sent her to Hell.

These are reasons enough,
I think,

for your monks to
vote you out of office.

Your cathedral is done for.

Your ambition crushed.

This is what comes
of arrogance, Philip.

Get out!

This is my house!

It's mine now!
You married me!

Alfred, please,
I have nowhere else to go!

That is not my affair.

You slept with Jack Jackson!

Before we married.

When were you gonna tell me?

Making love to Jack
was the greatest sin

I've ever committed.

And I ask God and you
for forgiveness.

You are a whore and a liar

and have made me
a cuckold and a fool!

It was also...

the only true good thing
I have done in my entire life.

Ellen!

I hear I have a grandson.

What happened?

Alfred kicked me out.

You'll stay with me then.

Let me see him.

Well... there's no doubt
he's Jack's.

He's small, but tough.

Tough like his grandmother.

May I?

Hey...

You have to find him, Aliena.

My grandson needs his father.

Where did he go?
Do you know?

To seek his own
father's family.

To France?

How... how could I
possibly find him there?

Do you love him?

Yes.

Then you'll find him.

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