The King's Man

Your Grace.

Sergeant, I'm here on behalf of the Red Cross

and I'd like to speak with General Kitchener.

There is no General Kitchener here.

Your Grace? Your Grace? Let... Let him in.

Well, if Morton's here, then Kitchener can't be far away.

My apologies, Your Grace.

Security's paramount right now.

It's a secret that you're visiting with the general.

We can't be too careful with these Boers

and their guerilla tactics.

Too careful?

Looks like this place could use a lot more care.

Begging your pardon, sir, but these concentration camps

are the reason we're winning this war.

This way.

Orlando. Our knight in shining armor.

Thank you for coming.

What's going on, Kitchener?

It seems that you've been

somewhat liberal with the truth.

Time has not been kind here.

Well, you'll have to explain that to Emily.

On my return to England, it will be my first port of call.

She's outside,

with Conrad.

Why are we here, Mother?

Do you remember why King Arthur and his knights

had a round table?

Because it meant that all men were equal.

It's important that people born into privilege

lead by example.

That's why your father and I are patrons of the Red Cross.

Helping others,

not hiding behind our status.

Never forget that.

Hmm?

I'm just going to check on your father.

Stay here, Conrad.

This terrible war would be over, Shola,

if King Arthur and his noble knights were still here.

Of course. And which one would you be?

I'd be Lancelot.

Father would be Arthur. Mother, Guinevere.

And you, the mighty Merlin.

Really?

This is ridiculous. We're wasting precious time.

Look around, people are dying.

We have emergency supplies from the Red Cross.

Thank God she's on our side.

Well, on my side, at least.

She's more of a force

than any of our enemies.

There's General Kitchener.

Well, open the gates! Bring in those supplies!

Emily!

-(GUNSHOT) -(GROANS)

Lie down until I get back.

Go back to Conrad.

Go to hell, Kitchener.

I got him! Stop fire!

Emily!

Cease fire!

Emily.

Darling, I'm here.

I'm here. Darling, I'm here.

That's it. I'm here. You have to stay with me.

You have to stay with me.

Darling?

Protect our son.

Protect him from this world. And...

Never let him see war again.

Promise me.

I promise.

-You know, Conrad... -Hmm?

...up there, I feel free.

Yes, I'm very much looking forward to my first solo flight.

Remember what happened to Icarus, Conrad,

when he flew too close to the sun.

Well, I remember him needing to escape, no?

Well, he got burned.

I think we both see that story differently.

-Welcome home, Your Grace. -Thank you, Shola.

-Afternoon, everyone. Afternoon, Your Grace.

Ready for your maiden flight yet, Shola?

Well, if God wanted man to fly,

he would have given him wings.

Yes, I suppose. You drive Father's car?

Mmm-hmm.

You haven't any wheels.

Nanny Watkins.

My study in five minutes.

Your Grace.

Your Grace.

I should be reprimanding you for your insolence.

Your opinion behind closed doors is one thing, Polly,

but I will not tolerate such demonstrations

in front of my household.

I'll play by your rules when you play by mine.

Do you really think you can keep secrets from me?

What do you mean?

Once again, you've turned down Cousin Felix's invitation

for Conrad to stay with him in Russia.

And how do you know that?

Us nannies love a good gossip.

And we've all noticed

that you've no problem with Felix traveling here,

but you seem to have a problem with Conrad traveling there.

Or anywhere, for that matter.

Yeah. Guilty as charged. Well, I'm sorry.

I should have discussed it with you.

Has all this flying around in circles

made you forget your manners?

Well, what have I done now?

You haven't even offered me a drink.

Oh, yes, I'm sorry.

And if we had discussed this,

what would my opinion have been?

You think that my

fear for Conrad's safety is a weakness.

Fear is natural.

The problem is, the more you fear something,

the more likely it is to come true.

Hmm. So, then, we're both in need of a nanny.

So it would seem.

Higher!

Can you fight with only one arm?

Oh, yes.

If I had someone left to fight.

Shola. Do you really think a knife can beat a bullet?

This is how people are fighting nowadays.

Now, clean yourselves up

before this afternoon's appointment.

My father also brought me here for my first suit.

Kingsman, world's finest tailor.

-Morning. -Your Grace.

Fitting room number one is ready for you.

Thank you.

Well, here we are.

I wish your mother could see you now.

She would've been so proud.

I hope so, Father.

Although, I might get more use out of a shooting suit or

a smoking jacket, you know.

Whatever might help in the pursuit of fine birds.

Oh, come on, Father.

It's a big world out there.

Sooner or later,

you're going to have to let me enjoy it, even if,

you know, even if you don't want to.

You know,

Conrad,

our ancestors, they were terrible people.

They robbed, lied, pillaged, and killed, until one day,

they found themselves noblemen.

But that nobility,

it never came from chivalry.

It came from being tough and ruthless.

Back then, to be called a "gentleman"

would have been a death sentence.

Not the mark of honor it is today.

We are Oxfords,

not rogues.

Oxford!

-Kitchener. -(LAUGHS)

Well, so glad we share the same tailor.

Indeed. Well, the Kingsman clientele

is enough to make any club envious.

Mmm-hmm. Oxford, can I borrow you for a moment?

Is there somewhere private?

May I suggest the pattern room upstairs, sir.

Perfect.

Conrad, this is Morton, my aide-de-camp.

Morton, look after young Conrad for us, will you?

It will be my pleasure, my lord.

Good.

I gather you turned down our Austrian friend

Archduke Ferdinand's invitation to his shoot.

Surely your pacifism doesn't extend

to a few birds, does it?

Us bumping into each other here

was no coincidence, was it?

Walls have ears in Whitehall these days.

Which is why I felt Kingsman a safer place for a chat.

Mmm-hmm.

I'm worried that Ferdinand's political ambitions

may be putting him in danger.

I need you to do me a small favor.

What sort of favor?

So, you're serious about being a soldier?

-Oh, yes. -Which regiment?

Uh... Grenadiers.

Grenadiers. Well,

when the time comes, contact me.

I'll see what I can do.

Conrad.

You're going to need that shooting suit after all.

My Shepherd.

I have a Fabergé egg made especially for you.

And look inside.