The Inquisition has finally delivered Spain to the Templars.
Sultan Muhammad and his people still hold out in Granada.
But if his son, the Prince is captured... he will surrender the city and the Apple of Eden.
Do you Aguilar De Nerha swear to honor our Order in the fight for freedom?
To defend mankind against the Templars' tyranny and preserve free will?
I swear.
If the Apple falls into their hands the Templars will destroy everything that stands in their way.
Protest, dissent, our right to think for ourselves...
Swear to me that you will sacrifice your life and the lives of everyone here to keep it from them.
Yes, mentor.
Our own lives are nothing.
The Apple is everything.
The spirit of the eagle, will watch over the future.
Where other men blindly follow the truth remember...
Nothing is true.
Where other men are limited by morality or law remember...
Everything is permitted.
We work in the dark to serve the light.
We are Assassins.
♪ Rollin' fast down I-35 ♪
♪ Supersonic overdrive ♪
♪ Rollin' fast down I-35 ♪
♪ Through the day and past the night ♪
♪ Rollin' fast down I-45 ♪
♪ I get ahead, goin' 109 ♪
♪ Rollin' fast down I-45 ♪
♪ Bendin' time, feelin' fine ♪
♪ Entrance Song ♪
sh*t.
♪ And then someday ♪
♪ You'd leave me for somebody new ♪
♪ Worry ♪ Mom?
♪ Why do I let myself worry? ♪
♪ Wondering ♪
♪ What in the world did I do? ♪
♪ Crazy for thinking ♪
Dad?
Your blood is not your own, Cal.
They found us.
Live in the shadows.
Go! Go, now!
You here to save my soul?
Something like that.
I understand it's your birthday.
Yeah.
The party's just getting started.
Sit down. You're making me nervous.
"Oh, Lord, wash away my sin...
"and I'll be clean...
"once again."
You're not much for the Bible, are you?
Be it known that Callum Lynch... has been found guilty of capital m*rder... and is sentenced to die on this day...
October 21st, 2016.
Does the prisoner wish to make a final statement?
Tell my father I'll see him in hell.
My name is Dr. Sofia Rikkin.
At 6:00 p.m. yesterday evening... you were ex*cuted and pronounced dead.
Insofar as anyone in the world knows or cares... you no longer exist.
It's better that you sit.
My eyes.
What you're feeling right now is normal, if uncomfortable.
Cal...
I'm here to help you.
And you're here to help me.
Let him go.
Don't touch him.
Go ahead, do it.
Jump.
You're not a prisoner here, Cal.
I'm here to protect you.
If you listen to me, everything is going to make sense.
But you need to trust me.
Where am I?
You're in a rehabilitation wing of the Abstergo Foundation in Madrid.
A private organization dedicated to the perfection of humankind.
With your help... we can pioneer new ways to eradicate v*olence.
I had this.
Your father wants him in.
He's my patient. This is my program.
Prepare the Animus.
Are the blades prepared? Right here.
And we've confirmed their provenance?
They belonged to Aguilar, recovered at his burial site.
What are these?
Assume final preparations.
Our regression...
Andalucía, 1492. Record everything.
Arm's ready.
What is this?
I'm sorry, Cal. This is not the way I like to do things.
Then don't do it.
Insert epidural.
What do you want from me?
Your past.
Listen to me carefully, Cal.
You're about to enter the Animus.
What you're about to see, hear and feel... are the memories of someone who's been dead for 500 years.
Wait a minute!
You can't change what happens, Cal.
Engage scanner.
Status?
Scanning DNA chains.
Searching for time frame.
First memory match locked.
DNA match identified.
Stay with it, Cal.
Attempt synchronization.
We found him.
We found Aguilar.
Synchronization achieved.
There.
Commence regression.
Our mission is the boy.
It's the Prince.
Which household harbored the boy?
I alone.
Nobody else knew he was there.
Hang his family and make him watch.
Burn the whole village.
With the Prince of Granada as c*ptive his father the Sultan will surrender his rebellious city the last safe haven for the infidels.
God will punish his people's heresy.
Finally Spain will be under one Templar rule.
Stay with the memory, Cal.
Aguilar! The boy, Aguilar... The boy
Aguilar! The child!
Pull him!
Commence rehabilitation.
Run a systems check and log his condition.
You did well, Cal.
Looking back, it's clear that the history of the world... is a history of v*olence.
Last year, the economic impact of antisocial behavior... was $9 trillion.
We believe that man today experiences... a measure of aggression... for which he finds no acceptable outlets.
Now imagine... if all these costs could be channeled elsewhere...
So the regression went well?
Lynch is the one.
A direct descendant of Aguilar.
Everything was clear in there for the first time.
...what we all dream of... a more peaceful world.
I see you stole my lines again.
I only steal from the best.
And the Artifact?
The Apple.
It's within our grasp.
What happened in there? Why did you pull him?
I had to.
We have to keep him healthy.
Earn his confidence.
And I know he'll lead us to it.
Push him.
That's not how the Animus works.
Here you go.
Thank you.
1917, Rutherford splits the atom.
1953, Watson and Crick find the double helix.
2016... my daughter finds the cure for v*olence.
You've always been brighter than me.
Now I'm late.
I have to report to the Elders.
Francisco Rizi's Grand Inquisition...
1492.
w*r, religious persecution... and the closest Father Torquemada, or any of our Order... came to finding the Apple of Eden.
How are you, my friend?
Well...
Your Excellency.
Next week when the Elders meet... we shall vote to discontinue your Abstergo project.
We feel that giving you three billion annually would be better spent elsewhere.
Three billion is nothing compared to...
We've won.
People no longer care about their civil liberties.
They care about their standard of life.
The modern world has outgrown notions like freedom.
They're content to follow.
The thr*at remains... while free will exists.
For centuries, we've tried, with religion, with politics... and now consumerism... to eliminate dissent.
Isn't it time we gave science a try?
My daughter is closer than we've ever been.
How is your beautiful daughter?
She has traced the protectors of the Apple.
Where?
Andalusía, 1492.
The descendants?
All the bloodlines have d*ed out.
Bar one.
We've traced his back 500 years... to the Assassin's Brotherhood.
The hallucinations are what we call the Bleeding Effect.
Images of your regression... layer themselves over your present-day field of vision.
If you allow me...
I can teach you how to control them.
Stand down. I have this.
Let her be.
What is it? The machine?
It's genetic memory.
By using the Animus... we can relive lives of those who made us who we are.
What I saw in there... it felt real.
It was.
In a way.
Don't mess with me.
I feel different now.
Why the aggression?
I'm an aggressive person.
What kind of prison is this?
It's not a prison, Cal.
You'll learn more if you cooperate.
Let me go.
I'm hungry.
Come with me.
What is this?
I know everything about you, Cal.
Your medical data, your psychological profile... the mutations in your MAOA gene.
I know about the foster homes, the juvenile halls.
You're living proof of the link between heredity and crime.
How did you find me?
We found Aguilar.
And when you were arrested, your DNA matched his.
Who's Aguilar?
Your ancestor.
His family were Assassins.
They were b*rned at the stake by the Templars, Torquemada... and the black knight you saw, Ojeda.
Aguilar took up the Assassins' cause.
Do you get out much?
More than you.
And the others in here... are they lab rats too?
They're Assassins.
Murderers, like their ancestors.
Like you, Cal.
All born with a predisposition to v*olence.
m*rder*r?
You k*lled a man.
A pimp.
Would you k*ll again?
Happy families.
She must be very proud.
I wouldn't know.
She was k*lled by an Assassin.
Like your mother.
Sorry.
My old man k*lled my mother.
And how does that make you feel?
Like k*lling him.
Either we let it affect us for the rest of our lives... or we do something about it.
You turned to v*olence...
I turned to science.
It's the Apple of Eden, Cal.
I believe it exists.
The Bible tells us it contained the seed of man's first disobedience.
But there are those of us who believe... that God, or some ancient civilization... has left us a road map to understand why people are violent.
Aguilar was the last person known to have had it in his possession.
We need you to find out where he hid it.
I thought I was here to be cured.
v*olence is a disease, like cancer.
And, like cancer... we hope to control it one day.
v*olence is what kept me alive.
Well, technically, you're dead.
I'm hungry.
What's in it for me?
Once my research is complete... there is no reason to keep you here.
I get my life back?
Better.
A new one.
You're hungry.
You don't know who he is, what he is.
That's a dangerous man.
Give him a little more time, Emir.
The man might prove to have some noble blood in him yet.
How about here, sir?
It's an open menu, but we do recommend the chicken.
What can I get you, Mr. Lynch?
It's an open menu, but we do recommend the chicken.
I'll have steak.
Steak for the pioneer.
Who are you?
They call me Moussa.
But my name is Baptiste.
I'm dead 200 years now.
Voodoo poisoner.
I'm harmless.
Ah. They're watching you.
Waitin' to see who you are, pioneer.
Have you met him yet?
Have you met him yet?
We are the last to protect the Apple, my friend.
Make the wrong choice... you gonna send us all to infinity.
This...
belongs to you.
Progress requires sacrifice.
You're gonna lead them right to it.
No. I'm going to eat it.
In quality, find peace.
What the f*ck is going on?
He has to go back in the Animus.
Now.
He needs more time before he goes in again.
We don't have time.
Why?
I won't risk his life.
Then I'll have to find someone else to do it.
You're up, slugger.
I'm crazy.
♪ I'm crazy ♪
♪ Crazy for feeling so lonely ♪
They're getting him back in again.
Then we should stop him before he betrays us.
Set the date for the 6th.
♪ Why do I let myself... ♪ If his condition deteriorates, pull him out. ♪ ...worry? ♪ Your father...
I don't care what my father said.
♪ What in the world did I do? ♪ Cal, listen to me.
Listen to me!
♪ Crazy for crying ♪ You have to stay with Aguilar.
♪ Crazy for crying ♪ Stay in sync with him or it could be dangerous.
♪ And I'm crazy for loving you ♪
Soon they will march on Granada.
Sultan Muhammad is weak.
He'll surrender the Apple and betray the Creed for the Prince's life.
Love makes us weak.
I would gladly sacrifice my flesh and my blood so that the Creed lives on.
When I die today don't waste your tears.
The Lord spake
and he said if a man abide not in me he is cast into the fire and he is b*rned.
For decades you have lived in a land torn apart by religious discord.
But soon thanks to God and the Inquisition we will purge this disease!
The sinners before you sought to defend the heretic Prince of Granada the last heathen stronghold in our holy w*r.
And so today before our King and Queen I swear that we shall wash ourselves clean in the holy fire of God!
Behold God's will!
You will watch your mentor burn and then you will die the slowest.
Not to ourselves but to the future
give glory.
He's synchronizing.
Damned heretics
don't let them escape!
Go!
Ha!
Jump!
Complete desynch.
Get him down!
Where are the medics?
It's okay. It's okay, Cal.
Stay with me, Cal.
Stay with me. It's okay. Hurry up!
Okay. Okay. Look at me.
It's okay, look at me.
I can't feel my legs.
The paralysis is temporary.
What's the bad news?
It caused a neurological split, but we got you through it.
This time.
I'm gonna die in here, aren't I?
No.
Not if you go in there of your own free will.
I can't do this.
Yes, you can.
The Apple... you're the only one left who can find it.
We can put an end to pain, Cal.
For everyone.
Where'd you get this?
My father recovered it... from the scene of your mother's m*rder.
And brought it here for safekeeping.
Safekeeping?
You stole it.
It's your mother's necklace. I wanted you to have it.
Why was he there?
To save her.
From who? Her own people.
What's it got to do with you?
Assassins and Templars have been at w*r for centuries.
I aim to change that.
That's right, I forgot.
We're here to combat aggression.
I don't think I like your methods.
I'm a scientist.
I'm here to be cured of v*olence.
Who's gonna cure you?
We're feeding the beast.
We're making him stronger.
I'm Dr. Rikkin.
Alan.
I look after things here in Abstergo.
Like to keep things in the family, huh?
Yes.
I'm sorry if we've caused you any discomfort.
Is there anything I can do?
How about you let me out of here?
That's something I can't manage.
I'm here to make a deal.
We need the Apple.
And we need you to get it for us.
You've been desynching in the Animus.
We need you not to do that.
Sending me back to the machine?
No.
You've already shown us what we needed to see.
Will you let us free then?
What do you hope to gain from the newcomer?
Something that'll benefit us all.
You too, Moussa.
What have you done to them?
It's what happens... if you don't enter a regression of your own volition.
Do you recognize this?
It's an Assassin's blade.
This is the actual one...
that your father used to take your mother's life.
He's here, you know.
A mother's death, Cal...
Not something a boy should ever be made to see.
This is wrong.
You left me no choice.
He has to go in of his own free will, you said that.
I had to negotiate.
You mean manipulate.
I assured the Elders we would have the Apple for London.
That's in two days.
He doesn't want to know his past or his father.
He wants to destroy them both.
We're not in the business of creating monsters.
We've neither created them nor destroyed them.
We've merely abandoned them to their own inexorable fate.
You're your mother's son.
What does that mean?
The blood that flows through you is not your own.
It belongs to the Creed.
Your mother knew that.
She d*ed so the Creed may live.
Remind me how, exactly.
What you saw...
I did.
You m*rder*d her.
I took her life rather than have it stolen by that machine.
A man grows with the greatness of his task.
I ought to have k*lled you.
I couldn't.
Well, here.
Take it.
Do what you couldn't do 30 years ago.
It's in your hands now, Cal.
This is what they want.
Spill my blood... but do not go back into the Animus.
Why?
The Apple... contains the genetic code for free will.
They will use it to destroy us.
I'm gonna find it...
and watch them destroy you... and your Creed.
You cannot k*ll the Creed.
It's in your blood.
The Apple is everything.
Your mother d*ed to protect it.
She had no choice.
I do.
You're gonna k*ll the Creed!
Take me to the Animus.
Put me in.
Prepare the Animus.
Voluntary regression.
Do you know how Assassins came to be named?
From an Arabic word.
"Hashashin."
They were society's outcasts... those who stole... who m*rder*d in cold blood.
People ridiculed them.
Rebels, fools, drug addicts.
But they were wise.
They used this reputation... to hide a dedication to principles... beyond those of even their strongest enemies.
And for that...
I admire them.
But you're not one of those men... are you?
Let's find out.
Commencing regression.
This is my life's work.
It's my life.
For the Creed.
Our own lives are nothing.
All that matters is what we leave behind.
Sultan...
Surrender the Apple.
Your Assassin protectors are gone.
The Creed is finished.
My son.
Here lies the seed of man's first disobedience of free will itself.
Thanks to the Apple of Eden the known world will be ushered into a new age one of peace in which all the warring populations of mankind shall bow in perfect obedience to our one Templar rule.
The Apple.
Give it to him now
For the Creed.
Go
Forgive me.
It's over.
Leap of Faith.
Where are we?
It looks like a m*llitary port.
Cádiz, Palos de la Frontera.
Assassins have d*ed for this protect it with your life.
I am a friend of the Creed.
Take it to your grave.
I swear.
What is it? Translation?
"Following the light of the sun, "I shall leave this old world behind."
It's Christopher Columbus.
Where is he buried?
His remains were returned to Spain.
His tomb is in Seville Cathedral.
We found it.
Hey, All Stars. Come here.
Pick one.
Any one.
Breach in the common room!
Seal the Animus.
Is it a memory?
No.
Come on!
Transport?
Standing by.
Protect the Animus. Purge the facility.
I need to get you out of here first.
No!
We have to leave, Sofia.
No!
No!
You're not alone, Cal.
You never were.
Wake and bake, my protector. Come on.
Where other men... blindly follow the truth... remember...
Nothing is true.
Where other men are limited... by their morality or law... remember...
Everything is permitted.
We work in the darkness to serve the light.
We are Assassins.
What now, pioneer?
We fight.
Your Excellency.
All the glory will go to your father.
But we both know who found it.
Your time will come, my child.
They'll give you a Nobel Peace Prize for this.
Better start writing your speech.
I've read yours.
And?
"If we eradicate free will, we eradicate the Assassins...
"the cancer that has menaced society for centuries."
It's not my best work... but it gets the point across.
We've been looking for solutions.
You've eliminated the problem.
So my program...
Has brought order to society for the first time.
I'm accountable for this.
You've already been accounted for.
Our work belongs to the Elders.
This is their finest hour.
You lied to me.
I've always known that in your heart... you were a scientist first and a Templar second.
Your recent work has impressed us much... but it has confirmed our belief that mankind... cannot be redeemed.
So you've thought of everything.
Not quite. My speech... it could do with one of your elegant openings.
"Now I am become death...
"the destroyer of worlds."
Not sure I could make that work.
It is with great pleasure tonight... that I introduce the architect of our ancient Order's future.
Please welcome the CEO of the Abstergo Foundation...
Dr. Alan Rikkin.
With the recovery of the Apple... we are now in possession of... a complete genetic roadmap to humanity's instincts.
Any impulse towards independence...
Resistance or rebellion... will be crushed.
Any predisposition that might oppose our march of progress... can now be eradicated.
All I have to do is shout.
I'm here to help you.
And you're here to help me.
I can't help you anymore.
What about all those great plans?
Cure v*olence.
Combat aggression.
That's not going to happen.
You started this, Sophie.
You don't get to walk away.
We both know what happens next.
Not everything deserves to live.
I can't do this.
Yes, you can.
But it is not to ourselves, but to the future... that we must give glory.
A future purged of the Assassin's Creed.
Ladies and gentlemen... the Apple of Eden.
I did this.
I will retrieve the Artifact for the Elders.
Lynch, I want for me.
It is not to ourselves, but to the future, that we must give glory.
♪ My God, it ain't right ♪
♪ This time I'm leaving ♪
♪ Head into the light ♪
♪ Feed me not, demon ♪
♪ The Devil need ♪
♪ He said he needs me♪
♪ The Devil need ♪
♪ He said he needs me ♪
♪ Put my name on your lips ♪
♪ Let me know when you're done ♪
♪ cr*ck the window in the morning ♪
♪ Let your tears be unnoticed ♪
♪ Or is this something you're missing? ♪
♪ Like the taste of my mouth ♪
♪ Love me, love me ♪
♪ Cross your fingers ♪
♪ Kiss me, baby ♪
♪ Pay me, pay me ♪
♪ Come save me ♪
♪ That ain't right ♪
♪ My God, it ain't right ♪
♪ That ain't right ♪
♪ Feed me not ♪
♪ Feeling you out ♪
♪ Reading your mind ♪
♪ Jesus never fed me love ♪
♪ That ain't right ♪
♪ This time I'm leaving ♪
♪ Step into the light ♪
♪ My God, it ain't right ♪
♪ My God, it ain't right ♪
♪ Feed me not, demon ♪
♪ Feed me not, demon ♪
♪ Feed me not, demon ♪
♪ Feed me not ♪
Assassin's Creed (2016)
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