Night of the Templar

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The year, 1095 AD.

The once mighty Byzantine Empire

and the holy land of Jerusalem

continue to fall under the wrath of the soldier Turks.

In retaliation,

Pope Urban II calls upon all devoted knights of Europe.

Thousands take up arms.

Thus is the beginning of the Crusades.

A holy war that would last for over 200 years,

giving birth to the strongest religious military force

the world had ever known,

the order of the Knights Templar.

And from their ranks arose one of their greatest leaders,

Lord Mordest McGirk Gregoire of Redding.

Many believed his sword was blessed by God himself.

I have counted the gold, and it is quite a sum.

Just as you have made your pact

with the devil.

Truly you and I have given our lives

to the service of the king.

There is talk we captured a wagon full of gold today.

I am better than you.

This opportunity together.

You will have none of it.

Let there be...

I would rather be eaten by a pack of wolves.

There's been a lot of your evil...

You must keep them divided...

Behind you!

I shall enjoy enough fortune for ten lifetimes of excess!

You've lost your way.

Nay, brother. I have found it.

And I will attain it with the treasure in yond wagon.

Now Gregoire, it is time for you to die.

So be it.

You've made your pact with the devil.

You will have your ten lifetimes of excess

but then...

I will come for you.

All of you.

My brothers,

I must speak to you in regarding the order of business

for which we have gathered here tonight.

Seven hundred years have passed.

And as prophesied, the ordained time will soon be upon us.

It will be your duty

to reunite their kindred spirits

so that he may fulfill his destiny

and as spoken from his lips to God's ear,

he will return for his vengeance

and deliver the souls of the accursed

to... hell...

for all eternity.

That's it, I guess.

Wow, it's a castle.

Yeah, enjoy your stay, Jake.

What's your name again?

Cecilia.

Cecilia.

That's a pretty name.

Thank you.

Pretty girl, pretty name.

Small car.

Okay.

Hello?

Nobody home.

Wow.

I will come for you.

For all of you.

Hello.

Continuing warrior position.

Your knee directly above your ankle.

Your leg comes directly on the floor

like a pillar.

The black glove at hand.

You are a pillar of strength.

As you settle, relax your lower back...

Oh, God. It's getting worse.

What's happening to me?

A package for you, Father Paul.

What is it?

I don't know.

I found it on the altar, along with this note.

Well, what does it say?

It just reads 'Father Paul'.

I don't want to be disturbed.

By anyone.

There you go.

No? Not yours.

Lord Gregoire.

Thank you, Malcolm. My most valiant warrior.

I know not what we would do without your swordsmanship

and that, of your brother Menas.

Although from a land quite foreign to us, Armenia,

we are truly blessed to have both the first

and the second greatest warrior

of all the Mediterranean fight by our sides.

Thank you, my lord.

But, it is your sword that guides us.

Stand in my light, brother.

Fast and righteous.

I am the best.

How does it feel to be number two, Menas?

How would it feel to be dead?

...defending the true cross, my brothers.

Once more, you have fought bravely and with great honor.

As have you, Gregoire. As have you.

I thank you, Renault, my fellow knight.

Gregoire...

there is talk we captured a wagon full of gold today.

Is this true?

Yes, Renault. A wagon full of gold.

The grand master will be very pleased.

And all in the name of the cause.

As you know, there are those who are not able

to make the correct choice of following God.

They are not free in mind, body, or spirit.

Blinded by the ill forces of evil.

Fortunately, however...

we have blessed with the charge...

to provide all mankind with the opportunity to go their own way.

These heathens, upon whom we drew swords this day,

made it their trade to scorn and persecute

defenseless men, women, and children of pureness.

But, with the strength of our gallant horses

and the might of our skillful swords,

these tyrants shall spread evil no more.

We are the Knights Templar!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Templar!

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Oh.

Hi.

Who are you?

I be Shauna the chef.

Shauna? The chef?

They told me you were a... cook.

Ah, they lied to you.

Evidently.

Who, uh...

who would be in charge of me money?

Oh. Hello. I'm Jake McCallister.

Weekend Coordinator.

- And...? - And...?

And me money?

You haven't cooked anything yet, Shauna.

Huh, perhaps you're right.

You have pretty eyes.

Ohhh...

you're so nice.

And you're so sweet.

Ohhh...

Ah!

Ooh. Okay.

Excuse me, can I help you?

Do you have my pay?

Pay? Who are you?

Allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Benoit, the butler's for the weekend.

Oh, you're Benoit the butler?

Good timing.

I got some grocery bags

at the general store I gotta pick up.

Do you mind helping me?

No.

Then there is my son.

I told him not to marry that woman,

but he did.

No one is listening to me anymore.

Everyone is leaving me behind.

Father Paul?

Well, it's showtime.

Welcome everyone.

Benoit will take your luggage to your rooms.

Orientation in 15 minutes. Refreshments are inside.

Excuse me, Miss? Do you mind identifying your luggage?

I have nothing else.

Thank God.

Well? The bags?

Thank you.

Hey, stud. Have a light?

Um, I don't smoke.

That's not what I asked.

I win, you lose.

Win? I didn't know we were competing.

What's wrong with competition?

Although it looks like you're not gonna be much competition.

- Henry, right? - Yeah.

I read your file, what you're into.

It's not that I'm judging you,

the whole animal thing.

Uh, we're cool. Don't worry, boss, just competing. "

This one right here.

I'm gonna do dirty shit to that one.

I don't think so, dude.

She's, uh, she's here for a different reason.