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 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 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 darkness, to serve the light.
We are Assassins.
Shit.
Mom?
Dad?
Your blood is not your own, Cal.
They've found us.
Live in the shadows.
Go! Go, now!
You're here to save my soul.
Something like that.
I...
I understand it is your birthday.
Yeah.
The party is just getting started.
Sit down. You're making me nervous.
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 murder...
and sentenced to die on this day, October 21st 2016.
Does the prisoner wish to make a final statement?
Tell my father that I'll see him in hell.
My name is Dr. Sophia Rikkin.
At six pm, yesterday evening...
you were executed, and pronounced dead.
And so far, as anyone in the world knows, or cares...
you no longer exist.
It's better for you to sit.
My eyes...
What are you feeling right now, is normal, if uncomfortable.
Cal.
I'm here to help you.
And you are 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.
And 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 human kind.
With your help, we can pioneer new ways to eradicate violence.
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 confirmed their provenance?
They belong to Aguilar.
Recovered at his burial site.
What are these?
Assume final preparations. Our regression, Andalucia, 1492.
Record everything.
Arms 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 are about to see, hear and feel...
are the memories of someone who has 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?
Only me.
Nobody else knew. Nobody.
Hang his family, and make him watch.
Burn the whole village.
With the prince of Granada as captive, 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 boy!
Pull him!
Commence rehabilitation.
Run a system's check, and log his condition.
You did well, Cal.
Looking back, it's clear that the history...
of the world is a history of violence.
Last year the economic impact of antisocial behavior...
was 9 trillion dollars.
We believe that man today experiences...
a measure of aggression in 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.
Direct descendent of Aguilar.
Everything was clear in there, for the first time.
What do 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 a double helix.
2016, my daughter...
finds the cure for violence.
You've always been brighter than me.
I'm late.
I have to report to the Elders.
Francisco Rizi's Grand Inquisition. 1492.
War, religious prosecution...
and the closest that Father Torquemada, or any of our Order...
came to a 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...
could 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 are content to follow.
The threat remains, while free will exists.
For centuries we try, with religion, with politics...
and now consumerism, to eliminate dissent.
Isn't it the 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?
Andalucia, 1492.
The descendents?
All the blood lines have died out...
but, one.
We've traced his, back 500 years, to the Assassin's Brotherhood.
Hallucinations are what we call the "Bleeding Effect."
Images of your regression...
laying 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 it 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 MAO-A gene.
I know about the foster homes.
The juvenile homes.
You are a living proof of the link between heredity and crime.
How did you find me?
We found Aguilar.
When you were arrested, your DNA matched his.
Who is Aguilar? Your ancestor.
His family were Assassins.
They were burnt at the stake by the Templars...
Torquemada and the black night you saw, Ojeda.
Aguilar took up the Assassins' cause.
Get out much?
More than you.
And the others, in here? Are they the lab rats, too?
They are Assassins, murderers, like their ancestors.
Like you, Cal.
All born with a predisposition to violence.
Murderer?
You killed the man. A pimp.
Would you kill again?
Happy families.
She must be very proud.
I wouldn't know.
She was killed by an Assassin.
Like your mother.
Sorry.
My old man killed my mother.
And how does that make you feel?
Like, killing him.
Either we let it to effect us for the rest of our lives...
or, we just do something about it.
You turn to violence, 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...
have 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.
Violence, is a disease.
Like cancer.
And like cancer, we hope to control it, one day.
Violence 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.
He is a dangerous man.
Give him a little more time, Emir.
Man may prove that has some noble blood in him, yet.
How about here, sir?
It's an open menu, but we do recommend a chicken.
What can I get you, Mr. Lynch? It's an open menu...
but we do recommend the chicken.
I'll have a 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.
They're watching you.
Waiting 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.
Pick the wrong choice, you will send us all to infinity.
This...
belongs to you.
You're going to lead them right to it.
No, I'm going to eat it.
What the fuck 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.
We should stop him, before he betrays us.
Set the date for the six.
If his condition deteriorates, pull him out.
You father... I don't care what my father said.
What in the world did I do?
Cal, listen to me. I'm crazy for trying...
Listen to me. You have to stay with Aguilar.
crazy for crying...
Staying in synch (inaudivle) 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, to save the prince.
The love makes us weak.
Gladly I'll sacrifice my flesh and blood...
for survival of the Creed.
When I die today, don't waste your tears for me.
The Lord spoke.
And he said:
"If a man abide not in me...
he is cast into the fire...
and he is burned!"
For decades...
you have lived in the world 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 war.
So, today...
before our king and queen...
I swear 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.
Give glory to the future.
Not to us.
He is synchronizing.
Damned heretics!
Don't let them escape!
Jump.
Complete desynch.
Get him down!
Call the medics!
Okay. It's okay, Cal. Stay with me, Cal.
Stay... it's okay. Hurry up!
Okay. Okay. Look at me.
I can't feel my legs.
The paralysis is temporal.
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 did you get this?
My father recovered it from the scene of your mother's murder...
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 whom?
Her own people. What's that got to do with you?
Assassins and Templars have been at war 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 am a scientist.
I'm here to be cured of violence.
Who's gonna cure you?
We're feeding the beast.
We're making him stronger.
I am Dr. Rikkin.
Alan.
I look after things, here in Abstergo.
You like to keep the things in the family, huh?
Yes.
I'm sorry if we 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 in regression...
of your own volition.
D'you recognize this?
It's an Assassin's blade.
This is the actual one...
your father used to take your mother's life.
He's here, you know.
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 neither created them, nor destroyed them.
We merely abandoned them to their own inexorable faith.
You're your mother's son. What does that mean?
Blood that flows through you, is not your own.
Belongs to the Creed.
Your mother knew that.
She died, so the Creed may live.
Remind me how, exactly?
What you saw, I did.
You murdered her.
I took her life, rather than have it stolen, by that machine.
Man grows with the greatness of his task.
I ought to have killed you.
I couldn't.
Well, here.
Take it.
Do what you couldn't do, thirty 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 kill the Creed.
It's in your blood.
The Apple is everything.
Your mother died to protect it.
She had no choice.
I do.
You're gonna kill the Creed!
Take me to the Animus.
Put me in.
Prepare the Animus.
Voluntary regression.
Do you know how the Assassins came to be named?
From an Arabic word "Hashashin".
They were society's outcasts.
Those who stole, who murdered in cold blood.
People ridiculed them. Rebels, fools, drug addicts.
But, they were wise.
They used this reputation...
to hide the 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.
What 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...
shall 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!
Assassin!
A leap of faith.
Where are we?
It looks like a military port.
Kadiz, Palos de la Frontera.
The Assassins died for it.
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.
(Inaudible) stars, come here.
Pick one.
Anyone.
Breach, in 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, Sophia.
No!
Pick it up!
You are not alone, Cal.
You never were.
Open... Come on.
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 darkness, to serve the light.
We are Assassins.
What now, pioneer?
We fight.
Your Excellency.
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.
You better start writing your speech.
I've read yours. And?
If we eradicate free will, we eradicate the Assassins.
A 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're a scientist first, and a Templar second.
Your recent work has impressed as much...
but it has confirmed in 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 can 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 Abstergo Foundation...
Dr. Alan Rikkin.
With the recovery of the Apple...
we are now in possession...
of the complete genetic road map...
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 violence, combat aggression.
That's not going to happen.
You've 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.