INT. PALACE CHAPEL. DAY
CLEMENT: The Pope demands the Ark is brought to him.
MOLAY: If I knew where such a treasure lay, I would die before it reached Europe.
CLEMENT: If we took it to Jerusalem, nothing could stop us!
MOLAY: Those are my fears as well.
CLEMENT: If you leave here now, the Pope will sign death warrants on your men tonight.
MOLAY: I hope the new Pope is smarter than that.
PHILLIP enters.
PHILLIP: It took a little while, Sir Molay, but I believe we found a cell that would suit you. Not quite as lavish as what I’m sure you’re accustomed in the Holy Land.
MOLAY: It wasn’t that many years ago that my doors held back mobs begging me to throw you out.
PHILLIP: Your kindness is well remembered.
MOLAY: Is this because we wouldn’t let you be a Templar?
PHILLIP: I act on the will of the Pope.
MOLAY: What did he promise you to make sure he was elected? No one in the East seems to know what killed the last Pope. I’d been hoping to ask you about it while I was here.
PHILLIP: I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sir Molay. I have faith Our Lord’s will was done.
MOLAY: So even a sniveling little puppet Pope can get the best of Phillip le Bel?
PHILLIP: What are you talking about?
CLEMENT draws his sword.
CLEMENT: That’s the last disrespect you give us!
PHILLIP: Stand down.
MOLAY: If Clement has the Ark, he won’t need your protection any longer.
CLEMENT: Please, Your Highness! Say the word and I’ll strike his head off now!
PHILLIP: Shut up.
MOLAY: Do you have any idea what you could do with it?
CLEMENT raises his weapon.
CLEMENT: Silence! Silence, you pig!
MOLAY: Not since Charlemagne would there have been such a King.
CLEMENT backhands MOLAY and knocks him to the ground.
CLEMENT: The King does not want to hear this blasphemy!
PHILLIP: What’s he talking about?
CLEMENT: It’s nothing, Your Highness. He’s sworn allegiance to the Saracen.
PHILLIP: What can that thing do?
MOLAY: Read your Scriptures, Phillip. It lays waste to armies by its self.
Continued tomorrow.
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