:14:08
We are celebrating our demise.
:14:12
I always fancied leaving
from a rather larger stage.
:14:14
But my physician, a funny fellow...
:14:17
I've already had him hanged.
It seemed a fair exchange.
:14:21
Wine! A bucket of it.
:14:24
But you're not for hanging.
You're for cutting up.
:14:28
I would've done it already but for this.
:14:31
- Will that be all, my lord?
- All?
:14:34
Damn your "all"!
:14:38
All done.
:14:39
All over.
:14:43
My father cursed me when he died.
:14:48
I killed him, and he felt resentful.
He'd have loved all this.
:14:54
I said a bucket.
:14:56
A bucket!
:15:01
John's the next king.
:15:03
You remember John.
:15:05
John Lackland they called him.
Now he gets all the land.
:15:09
Christ, why did I have no children?
:15:12
Never gave a damn about England.
Never really there.
:15:16
Not even as a corpse!
:15:22
They're planting me in France,
by my father!
:15:28
Take something, Robin.
:15:31
Nothing, sire.
:15:35
He sulks.
:15:37
He pouts. He gives his life to Richard,
and he's sorry.
:15:42
You don't know what sorrow is.
:15:45
I was a king.
:15:48
My mother...
:15:50
She'll be 80 soon, the bitch.
:15:53
I've sent for her. Do you think she'll come?
:15:59
Bucket.