Dark Knight

Bats.

Find the book, fools!

That's what I brought you here for!

Mordour, I found it!

Bring it to me.

Bring it to me.

Help us!

Throw me the book.

Mordour, get us out of here!

Come on!

Give him the book.

At last, the power is mine.

Mordour!

Get us out of here!

Mordour!

Pity on us!

Start with a sacrifice.

Now, oh great Set, god of the underworld,

I shall conjure you up on the night of darkness!

But first for the battle at hand.

King Richard must not return.

Prince John must remain on the throne a while longer.

Let all returning knights be with their king.

Prince John shall fear King Richard's homecoming no more.

Ivanhoe.

Make my business quick, will you?

It sure makes your death less painful.

Where is King Richard's treasure?

There is no treasure.

- You traveled years through the holy land,

you risked death from battle, plague,

and nameless witchcraft, and you tell me

you did it for the good of your soul?

A fool would believe you.

Who next to kiss the devil's tongue?

You, Sir Tancred?

Or you, Sir Ivanhoe?

You. - Wait.

We have no treasure.

But in this castle you hold something

which every man in England would pay dearly for.

What?

Tancred, no!

King Richard himself.

- A ransom, and who would take our demand to England?

With a good horse I could be in England

by the end of the month.

Prince John will pay handsomely for his brother's freedom.

- For 100,000 gold crowns, when we have them,

your king and his knights will have their passage home.

Tell the Emperor I have found an errand boy.

I give you three months, then I start killing your knights.

One for each day you delay.

Find him a horse.

Ride with him to the border.

Ivanhoe.

Ivanhoe, the guards!

Prince John will never pay Richard's ransom!

Tancred will betray us all!

King Richard must be ransomed.

England must be saved.

Go, Ivanhoe, go.

From our friends on the coast.

They say Ivanhoe's been seen.

Hush, Rowena.

You don't want old Cedric to hear you.

You know how angry your guardian will be.

But if it's true, oh Gertrude,

Ivanhoe back from the Crusade at last.

If anyone can save us from Prince John's tyranny,

Ivanhoe can.

What's all the commotion?

Ivanhoe's returned.

- You know I won't have that name mentioned in this house.

But my lord, he is your son.

Can't you find it in yourself to forgive him?

As far as I'm concerned, my son is dead.

- Because he joined King Richard's Crusade?

That was no crime.

- That's enough, I won't have his name mentioned again.

And if he turns up seeking refuge, I'll not see him.

He's to be sent away.

You are Cedric's ward, not his daughter.

You must learn to curb your tongue.

I know he doesn't mean it.

In his heart, Cedric loves Ivanhoe as much as he ever did.

It's just his pride that won't let him admit it.

Who goes there?

Tancred

I must see Prince John.

Go on.

- So my poor brother Richard languishes in prison

while I rule England in his place. (laughs)

I couldn't have arranged it better myself.

There is a problem, sire.

Problem?

Ivanhoe.

Ah yes, Ivanhoe.

Well we needn't trouble ourselves about him.

I know the man.

He will not rest till Richard is free

and sitting on the throne.

I have Mordour working on it.

- He won't stop Ivanhoe with mere incantations.

Mere incantations?

Do not underestimate me.

When I unleash my true power, Ivanhoe will be dead.

Then what's stopping you?

All I await is the prince's word.

You have it.

Destroy Ivanhoe.

Your wish is my command, sir.

Ivanhoe is finished.

I'll wage your life on it.

It will take more than mere mortal force to defeat Ivanhoe,

and he must be defeated for me to achieve my ultimate goal.

Yes, perfect.

Thank you, warlock, for providing me.

After so long, your spells have come home to me,

your rightful heir.

I will use them well, I will not fail.

Once Ivanhoe is destroyed, I shall seek out Fingal.

Only then will I learn where they are keeping you,

my ancestor, only then will I be able

to release you from your living tomb.

What power resides in these pages?

One day you will be free again,

but in the meantime, your spirit lives on in me!

Thank you.

First time at the Crossways Inn, Jack?

Aye.

10 grats.

I thought I didn't know your face.

We don't get many strangers around here.

People are not usually that reckless.

Reckless?

Raise you 10.

I shouldn't worry too much about it

because you couldn't wish to meet a nicer, friendlier,

more lovable crowd anywhere in the county.

Raise you 10.

Another jug of your finest leaf beer

for my new friend, please Mog.

Raise you 20.

I'll raise you 10.

What was that?

That was Mog.

They say her father was a rock troll

and her mother a changeling.

I can see she's taken a fancy to you.

She's been married three times.

Raise you 20.

They still haven't found the bodies.

I'll see you.

Hard luck, little man.

Excuse me, friend.

Where I come from, three kings

will always beat three knaves.

Better luck next time.

Wait a minute.

Come here, little man.

This place isn't wasn't it used to be.

I can remember a time when a stranger

daren't show his nose in here,