Get your bony ass out of here. You belong in the kitchen, not with us.
- I'm one of you now. - Get out of here!
Celine, have a drink.
Here, Polly, have a Scotch.
Agnes, sit down.
My ladies and gentlemen, to the one who led us:
Saint Martin.
And to his valiant helpers.
- To us! - To all of us.
We've got riches, we've got a castle. We're noblemen now.
How dare you, you scum!
Here, Kars, you can lick your fill.
- Stop it, you're making me horny. - No, there's no pepper. Hey, pepper.
All right, here it is. Stick it up Orbec's ass. Tha�ll get him moving.
- Here, Mom, pepper. - You son of a bitch!
Mama, behave yourself.
I love it.
Will you look at him, playing the fucking gentleman?
- Shut up. - Hey, Martin, don't cut yourself.
Bull's-eye!
Be careful, Martin.
Or you'll spill some of your precious blue blood.
From now on, we'll eat like this.
Whoever can't, best stay the stupid asshole he always was.
Bloody right, Martin. Knives and forks are part of our lives!
Help me.
Like this.
I�s easy.
Here, Celine, use the fork.
Fingers were made before forks. And you can do a lot more with them.
My lord.
My lord, your bath is ready.
- Your bath, Martin. - You need it, you filthy swine.
All right.
To the king and queen of the castle.
To the lovers.
Where she goes, I go.
There's only room for two in the tub, Summer.
Then we'll bathe first, and you can bathe later.
Go ahead.
You son of a bitch!
You need a lesson.
Yes, he needs to brush up on his catechism.
Who brought you to this castle, Summer?
Saint Martin.
And who opened the gates of the castle?
So who gets the girl?
Congratulations.
Good thinking. But don't get too smart.
- You need any help? - No. I'll undress myself...
this time.
Without you looking, please.
All right.
- You're such a little hypocrite. - What do you mean?
You've got an innocent face, but naughty feet.
Well, a sin is not a sin if no one sees it.
- Really? - Yes.
I�s nice.
Nice and warm.
Can I look now?
This castle, and everything in it, belongs to us.
The whole world belongs to us.
Le�s clean off the dirt of the last couple of days.
You think tha�s so easy?
Maybe if I scrub real hard.
What are you doing? Let go of me.
- I can feel it. I want to see it. - No.
Your skin is so soft.
I've always wanted a girl with soft skin.
And when you were with someone else?
I'd pretend they were soft like you.
Like this.
I can pretend you're someone else, too.
Only when you're bored.
Are you bored?
No.
Devils.
We're not devils, child.
We're going to help you.
Get Father George.
Chimney.
Here, drink.
Devils, through the chimney.
The devils from the chimney killed them.
She's dead.
- Devils? What did she mean? - Dreams of a peasant girl, running a fever.
Tha�s no peasant girl, with a gold cross and a silk gown.
I doubt it.
She can't have come far. Her feet are hardly scratched.
Give her a Christian burial, Father.
Mother of God.
The plague.
Christ, Miel, stop picking away at that thing. You're driving me mad.
I'm trying to find my chords.
Try something spiritual, Miel. The Lord will guide your fingers.
He very often does already.
Look what I've got for you.
Look at that.
Can you believe it?
- Goddamn it! He's in white. - They're both in white.
So what?
He's our leader. The leader should catch the eye.
- Good morning, Martin. - Good morning.
Good morning, everybody.
Isn't it a wonderful day?
White suits you. I�s best for virgins.
Kars, wha�s wrong?
I thought we were supposed to wear red.
The red stuff's dirty. Anything else?
I�s like you're not the same old Martin anymore.
Well, I am, and I'm not.
I am what I always wanted to be.
Except you're 20 years too late.
Le�s have a sing-song.
Don't become a soldier unless you like to fight hard
Sleep and eat and drink your fill and spend your every night hard
Soldiers fight to win the laurel
Sometimes the only peace we find
Is the peace that we get from a hurt or wound
Don't become a soldier unless you like to fight hard
Sleep and eat and drink your fill and spend your every night hard
Horsemen!
Get down.
Why don't you go say hello to the boy?
- No. - Come on.
Why?
- Be polite. - Go.
Agnes, are you all right?
Yes. I'm fine.
Having a good time.
They must be forcing her to say that.
I think she means it.
Agnes, are you their prisoner?
What the hell?
You might fall.
Where are the others?
Right here.
Pick up your captain!
Herman, get him out of here.
Little Arnolfini, come on up! I'll fuck you for free!
You bastard! If you hurt Agnes...
- We hurt her day and night, man! - And she loves it!
Go home, Steven. She doesn't want you.
Listen to me.
If you set her free, you can keep the spoils.
You have my word on it.
- Like we had your father's word. - We've already got your spoils.
Steven, come on!
Arnolfini, kiss my sweet ass!
Le�s go!
- The girl. - He's got it, too. The plague.
Bubonic plague.
Goddamn it!
- Does he have any chance? - He is strong.
- So? - I�ll take him longer to die.
Bleeding is totally useless.
The practice of bleeding goes back to the Romans.
I�s a tried and tested remedy.
The graveyards are full of your "tried and tested remedies."
Why don't you try something new?
According to a recent Arab text, you have to lance the swellings.
No Arab quack is going to tell me...
how to doctor.
Old-fashioned fool.
Do as he says.
Heathens have nothing they can teach me.
Lancing the swellings is unchristian.
We'll need six horses. We're going to use them in pairs.
We need more wheels.
- Dismantle all the wagons. - Take the wheels off those wagons.
Get out of that, you stupid dog!
Get out of it! Go on!
Tha�s poison.
The hammering woke me. It frightens me.
Young Arnolfini is up to something.
Yes, he's after me.
He'll never give up.
Neither will I.
Yes, I know.
You'd rather throw me from the walls than give me back to him.
Wouldn't you?
I guessed as much.
You really like that boy.
I only knew him for half an hour.
Tha�s not an answer.
He's you, only younger.
Then you must love him.
What about me?
You, too.
You are him, only older.
You better make a choice.
There is no choice.
Winner takes all.
Wrong. If he wins, he starts married life as a widower.
I need you...
here.
A trough.
Le�s see if it burns.
I�s not burning, Martin.
Mama!
- Christ! He's going to kill us all! - Shut up!
God is with us, not with them.
- Right, le�s go. - Follow!
Come on, move! Fast!
We need Saint Martin on the wall.
- Fuck Saint Martin. - Tha�s blasphemy.
Tha�s right.
Lord, give me a sign that I am following you, and not a man.
Lower the bridge!
Come on, Martin!
A bomb!
Watch out! A bomb!
- Next. - Le�s finish them off.
Captain, this is impossible. You...
Steven?
Dead. They're all dead.
You and I, friend...
will wipe out that scum.
Martin! Goddamn you forever!
He's a hero, no doubt.
Our hero.
- Look, Summer. - Yes!
Watch your back, Orbec!
I'll kill him for you!
Sit down.
Coward! Why don't you fight like a man?
I was a man.
Orbec was never a man!
Look at the castle.
I love the castle.
- Wha�s that? - Is that part of the play?
- Who did that? - I�s a sign.
- Who ruined my play? - Up there, in the tree.
- Kars, get a rope. - I�s a soldier.
- Hey, you! - In my mouth.
Give me a rope.
- Well, well. - Look at that.
- Little Arnolfini. - Excuse me.
Friend of yours?
No. Only a dog.
So you are Steven.
Come on, Steven. Give it to me, please.
Come on. For me, please.
Look, I've got a dog chain!
Come on, dog. Come on.
You'll be my lap dog from now on.
Too bad. Lap dogs are always castrated.
Arnolfini, this is for your father.
Use him as a target.
How do you like it?
Stand back. Get out of the way.
Get back, Orbec.
Hit his balls, man.
Come on, get him!
- Death to Arnolfini! - Quiet.
Shoot him.
- No. - Try.
Come on, little princess. Shoot!
Shoot him. Come on, shoot him!
Pull the trigger!
Come on, then, shoot! Aim for the heart.
Where did that come from?
Hello.
I�s a dog.
Le�s find out what it means.
- Come on, le�s go. - Le�s go, Miel.
Don't touch it.
- That dog was in my camp. - So what?
I saw him lick up unclean blood.
He must have died of it.
I�s the plague.
You're lying.
No, Martin. Touch that, and we're all dead.
I swear it.
Damn you.
Oh, God. I�s the plague.
I�s everywhere. I�s all over the place.
- What should we do, Miel? - Grab some gold, and run.
Everybody stays.
- Nothing to be afraid of. - Afraid of?
Christ! There's plague here, you idiot.
Look, why do you think he survived?
He's been spared to warn us.
Cardinal?
Yes, i�s a sign. Direct from heaven.
Dear God, another sign? Everything is a sign.
Me dying like a rat will be a sign.
- We've got to get out. - Shut up!
- We've got to move. - No.
- Martin says nothing can happen to us. - Right!
What do we do now?
All we have to do...
is burn the meat...
and our clothes.
Take off your clothes. Come on.
All right.
You can tell them or not.
Time to choose, Agnes.
- Come on, Little John. Breakfast. - I'm hungry, Mama.
Look, Summer, look at me.
Look at me, my new clothes.
My head.
Me, too, Mama.
- Wha�s the matter? - Wha�s wrong with her?
Look, Mama. Look wha�s in the jug.
The dog.
It must have fallen in the well, and we didn't see it.
I�s the plague.
God! Oh, Christ! I just drank from the same water.
Me, too, Mom.
You stupid clot.
You didn't want us to leave last night, while we still had the chance.
You were too busy playing the fucking saint.
Go easy.
What do you mean, "Go easy"? The plague isn't going easy for Celine!
Kars, I'm being led!
Led?
Led by your cock, prancing around in white with that slut!
And now you've led us all to hell, you bastard!
Stop him!
- Cut his throat. - No!
Drown him in his own poison.
Throw him in the well!
You let go of me!
I am the chosen one!
Saint Martin.
More poison!
- Swim to hell! - Like the water?
Come on.
What are you waiting for? I�s still risky with the plague.
- Miel, le�s just take wha�s ours and go. - Le�s go.
- Grab as much as you can carry. - Gold. The gold!
- It hurts. - Easy, darling.
You hear me?
What do you want?
I've got the key to your chain.
Throw it out. Then I'll pull you up.
- You idiot, I can't reach it there. - What a shame.
You better get me out first.
And then I'll free you. Word of honor.
Forgive me for mistaking the sign.
- He's nuts. - He always was.
- All that crazy talk about the statue. - No, he was right.
Little John, we are leaving.
Wha�s your problem?
I have to choose.
- Take both, you silly bitch. - Yes.
Come on. Give me your hand.
I feel so tired, Mama.
Christ, he's got it, too.
We're being punished because we are whores.
Shut up with your whores and punishment shit.
- Lord, don't let me die. - Another lunatic.
Come.
- Wha�s wrong with me, Mama? - Nothing, my dear. You're just tired.
Come and lay down for a while.
We've got enough, Orbec.
- Anybody coming with us? - Yes, me.
Kars, come on, I've got enough for the both of us.
She's dying, Summer. Wait awhile. She can't last much longer.
Le�s get out of here. This place stinks of death.
Wait for Kars.
Please, we'll all be dead if we wait here much longer.
We'll wait.
Le�s go.
Get out of here, Miel. I'm dead.
The key!
Come on.
No, come back!
Goddamn it! Where are you going?
Set me free!
You bastard, set me free!
Trust me!
"Word of honor," you said!
- Chris�s blood. - You didn't expect to see me again, did you?
I was on my way to help you.
You left a little late.
I thought you were dead.
I love you, Martin.
Yes. You love me.
Whenever it suits you.
Why me?
- You ready? - Le�s go.
Arnolfini is out there.
- Hey there! - Hey, Arnolfini!
You wanted to see me?
Martin, you'll all wish you were dead.
Your son will die first.
- Your son is already dead, sire. - No.
He is alive and well.
Now what can you offer?
Show him to me.
Le�s get him.
Scholar.
Summer, watch the gate.
Easy.
Father!
Come on.
Save your ass.
- What the hell... - I'm bleeding.
- Hawkwood! - What the hell is he doing?
Come on.
Hawkwood, you bastard!
Come on, little angel.
I'll see you dead in Hell!
Die!
Please don't hurt me, Martin.
- Please. - Look.
You're in my blood.
I've never cared about anyone...
except you.
You'd make such a beautiful bride.
Get back!
Christ.
I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch.
Steven, come.
- Where's Martin? - Dead. He's dead.
This way.
Here!
Go.
- What are you going to do? - Science never stands still.
I'll cut the swellings.
- What do you want? - Come with us.
You were right about the mandrake.
I never doubted it.
What is it?
I just realized wha�s happened to me.
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