Prepare to receive the body of our Lord. Kneel!
Receive the body of our Lord, Summer.
Receive the body of our Lord, Kars.
Penny a shot. Who wants a drink?
Me boys!
Forget the flesh of Christ. Les drink!
For Chriss sake, Celine, get your heathen piss out of here. Kneel!
Come on, you bloody bastards!
This stuff will curl the hair of Christ!
Eat it, you damn sinners. Without it, you won't go to the soldiers' paradise...
- where wine and whores abound! - Mass is over, Cardinal.
- There you are, my love. - Leave some for me, Summer.
Prepare to attack, my boys!
If these two perverts die without Holy Communion...
they'll burn in Hell forevermore, Captain.
Whas more important to you? Your immortal souls or your empty purses?
Is high time to launch the attack, because that was my city.
They threw me out!
Give it back to me, and you can ransack the houses of the rich for 24 hours.
- Arnolfini! - I'm giving you a free hand!
Not with your own filthy hands, Martin.
Cardinal, you'll miss the loot. Come on.
Martin, come to me.
Come back.
I'll think about it.
Beat the drum for the attack, Little John!
Yes, Captain! I'm coming!
Wait. Eat this first.
Thas enough, Mama.
- Come back. You didn't pay me. - I'll pay you from the spoils.
- Keep this little spot warm for me, Polly. - Is never been cold.
Les go to work.
Father, wait!
Father, look at this!
- I've made a war machine. - War machine?
Is nothing but a damn beer barrel, Steven.
Filled with gunpowder. Is a mobile bomb, Father.
All you have to do is roll it up to the gates...
and boom, you walk right into the city.
How do you intend to explode this toy of yours?
Here, with a fuse. It unwinds by itself.
See?
- Is not a bad idea in theory. - Thank you, Captain.
Well, les try it.
- A volunteer? - You go.
One gold piece.
Oh, God! Shit.
Watch out!
The fuse!
Next!
We're wasting time.
Father, it will work. Is only that the fuse went too fast.
Attack!
Steven, you stay right here with Father George.
- Why? - Fighting is for fools.
- Spread out! - Sir.
To the left! Good!
- Come on. - Here. Come on.
The first man in the City Hall shall have a reward.
Spread out!
- I didn't see it. I didn't see the damn thing. - I did, sir.
Bless you, Martin. Your rewarïs in heaven.
I'd rather get paid sooner, sir, if you don't mind.
I'm getting too old for this game.
Father George!
Up here, on the double!
Damn you.
- Can you save her? - I'm afraid is a waste of time.
They've surrendered.
You've won again, Captain.
Yes.
- Will she live? - It would take a miracle.
Then perform that miracle for me.
- Don't rape me! Oh, my God! - Les go, Miel.
Gold! Pure gold!
- Mother, look, a golden earring! - Get me the other one. Go.
Les swap your hams for my sheets.
Les get between your sheets and eat my hams.
Make way.
Hang onto her, or she'll break her arms and legs.
- Whas wrong with her? - Evil vapors have got into the wound.
- How can I help her? - She'll need medicine and special food...
and nurses by her side, night and day...
for months to come.
She shall have all my pay.
If I can ever pay you.
They're picking me clean, Hawkwood.
Those looting bastards are as thorough as maggots.
- You promised them, did you not? - That was before the battle, to spur them on.
Poor, pretty little thing.
- And you did this to her? - By mistake, sir.
My promise to your soldiers was also a mistake.
They are the scum from all over Europe, and I want them out of my city, Hawkwood...
or soon I will have no more city.
Come on, whas more important to you?
This girl, or those mercenary rats?
Those rats, Arnolfini, are my soldiers...
and they trust me.
Yes. I admire that trust.
Especially if you and I can make good use of it.
- What are you doing here? - Just watching.
I want to see it all. This is my first war.
Your first war? Where have you been, a monastery?
- I've been studying at the university. - Same thing.
What have you been doing, then?
I'm a soldier. I've fought 16 campaigns.
- And you don't believe in learning? - No.
I learned one thing.
- Whas that? - How to survive.
Take a bite.
- Kars, give me a ride. - Sure.
Your coach, sir.
You've got a fortune. Whare you going to do with all that loot?
Get a bunch of animals and start farming.
Yes. Good idea.
- Celine, give us a drink. - Right, give him a drink.
- Tell me you love me first. - I love you first.
And you love the baby.
That belly is getting really fat.
Yeah, you're the one who gave me this belly, Martin.
- Yeah, me and the whole company. - Not me, Martin.
You're the man, all right.
So am I.
A woman knows when it hits her...
mark.
- Celine, if that child needs a father, take me. - Martin's the man!
Martin and me, we're friends. And I love you.
You horny old goat.
- Get out of my way! - There's a noose.
There's a noose hanging over our heads.
- It looks like a noose. - Thas no noose. Is a burning rag.
Is a noose. Is a sign from heaven. It spells disaster. I know it.
What are you talking about? I never felt better.
- Thas right. - Why don't you take another drink?
Sit down, it doesn't mean a thing.
Les dance.
Make way, lads!
Free drinks for one and all! As much as your bellies can hold!
- Come, join us. - Captain!
- Drink to victory! - Captain.
- Dance with me forever! - With both of you.
On to the square! Thas where the fun is!
There's no square here.
Kars, the strees blocked.
- Is a dead end. - Les go back.
Go on back!
Everyone, turn around.
Is blocked!
Martin, there!
Throw down your arms, and all your loot.
Come on down, Hawkwood, and have some wine with us.
- Come on, Captain, join the party. - Party is over.
Whare you trying to pull, Captain?
Arnolfini promised the loot was gonna be ours.
He changed his mind.
He has decided to keep it for himself, Martin.
Get to the side!
The next one will hit you.
- Traitor! - Come on.
Come on, Mum!
Look out!
Celine, give me your hand.
Now throw down your arms, and your loot.
What are you going to do to them?
They will be driven far away, and dispersed.
A couple of them will be hanged to set an example.
And you...
- Are you all right? ...will be rid of them.
A rotten trick, Father.
Excellent job, Captain. Your pay.
And here's a little bonus: a quiet country house...
where your little nun can be cured.
Push.
Push. Is coming. Push.
Christ, it hurts!
I don't hear anything.
Why don't I hear anything?
Is the bloody cold and the wet.
Enough to kill a man, let alone a poor little mite like this.
We'll bury the child. Help me dig a grave.
Lie down.
Who does he look like?
Me.
I knew it.
You won't let them put him in the mud, will you?
We'll fix up a nice little box.
Summer, help, I'm stuck.
- There's something here. - So what have you got here?
I think you found something, Cardinal.
Is a saint.
Everybody, the Cardinal's found a saint!
Look at that. Is a saint.
A saint?
With a sword?
Saint Martin is the only saint with a sword.
He used it to cut his cloak in half and share with a naked beggar.
- There are the beggar's hands. - It looks more like a lump of shit.
Saint Martin is my patron saint.
I was named after him.
I see the hand of God!
I see a dead child being received into the Earth...
and a living statue rising from it.
I see Saint Martin sharing his cloak with a beggar...
and I see soldier Martin...
getting richer all the time.
And all that he gets...
he will share with us.
- So whas he got? - Not a damn thing. Even his booze is gone.
One day he will be rich. God will see to that.
This statue is a sign that he will share his fortune with us.
What do you say, Martin?
The Cardinal's right. Is a sign...
from God.
Horseshit!
This has nothing to do with God!
Is just an ugly statue of some stupid idiot they stuck into the ground.
Jesus Christ! Why the hell did you do that?
He had no faith. He wasn't one of us.
And anyone who isn't with us is against us.
And anyone who is against us...
will wind up on the end of this sword.
The bastards who cheated us will pay.
We'll grab them by their balls and squeeze out every penny they've got.
Thas how we'll get rich.
Wait, I got you.
Get inside! Come on!
Good morning, my son.
Morning, Father.
- What does it mean? - Is a book about Roman fortification.
Of any practical use?
Not yet.
Here, take a look at this.
- Well, what do you think of her? - Beautiful.
- Who is she? - Your future wife.
- Please, Father, you're joking. - She's Prince Niccolo's daughter, Agnes.
She is already on her way here...
with an enormous dowry.
But is insane. I don't even know the girl.
She's been raised in a convent. You're guaranteed a virgin.
- Why don't you take her then, Father? - Thas not a bad idea.
With a bit of luck, you might even get a few little brothers.
- Where are you going? - I've organized a hunting party. Falcons.
- Do you feel like it? - Yes. Falcons are marvelous.
- Da Vinci studied their flight. - You and your Da Vinci.
Come on, scientist, the game's out there.
Kathleen, how do you behave when you're all alone with a man?
When you're alone with a man...
you take his hand and you press it to your breast...
and then you sigh, and you say:
"Feel how my heart is beating, all because of you."
- And then? - Well, the rest is nature.
- Yes, but how? - Nature, honey.
I'm hungry.
Hey, soldier!
Give us a swig.
Here it is.
- Stop. Enough. - As you wish.
You two are doing it together.
- Doing what? - You know quite well.
At night, when we've made camp, you creep in beside him. I've seen you.
So?
Will you show me how is done?
Then I'll know how to go about it.
- Right here? - No.
Behind the bushes.
I don't feel like doing it right now.
I insist you feel like it right now.
You're my maid. You'll do as I say.
Go!
You.
Come on.
Come on, soldier, I'll take you.
I can feel you.
Come on, my soldier, my brave soldier.
Kathleen, you may stop now. I have seen enough.
- I can't stop. - I said, no!
We have to go on.
- Stop it! - What are you doing?
Stop it!
Don't go running. Don't you run from me!
I've got you.
What a delightful surprise! We were hunting.
My son, Steven.
I've longed for this meeting, sir.
I've been counting the hours.
Father, another trick? This whole damned hunting party?
- I've made him angry. - No. He's just a little dazed by your beauty.
Why don't you take my horse, dear daughter, and ride with Steven?
- I really have been counting the hours. - Really?
Until this morning, I didn't even know you existed.
But I got a letter, a proposal signed "Arnolfini."
Musve been my father.
But we are to be married.
- You surely know that much. - Yes. But I've refused.
Why? Don't I please you?
You're pleasing enough.
But I don't need a wife now. She'd distract me from what I want to do.
Whas that?
To be a scholar and a scientist.
To investigate nature and invent new things. And I don't need any woman for that.
- Where are you going? - Riding. And I don't need any man for that!
Agnes! Don't be childish. Wait!
What are you doing in this filthy place?
Are you looking for something?
I read a book in the convent library, about love and black magic.
There was a passage I found fascinating.
- What was it about? - A magic root. Mandrake.
It grows in a place like this.
If a man and a woman eat of it, they will love each other forever.
Did it also say why you have to dig in this particular spot?
The nuns inked out that passage very carefully.
When a man is hanged, he comes...
and his semen spills to the ground.
Thas where your mandrake sprouts.
Explains why the passage was inked out.
There, what did I tell you? Mandrake.
Here, half each.
Eat it, and we'll love each other forever.
- Rubbish. - Have you ever tried it?
Of course not. Any scholar will tell you is nonsense.
And you want to investigate nature.
I thought real scientists didn't believe in hearsay...
that they had to investigate everything for themselves.
Well, I'll eat it. I like to try things out for myself.
All right.
I believe is working.
I feel...
strange inside.
Agnes, don't you think thas a plain old turnip?
No.
Is a magic root.
I'm tingling all over my body.
Here, feel.
Feel how my heart is beating for you.
Nothing will ever keep us apart now.
- Who are they? - Pilgrims.
Just some monks on a pilgrimage.
- May we give alms? - Of course.
Here.
- Alms, sir. Alms for the love of God? - Remember the pilgrims.
- Thank you, my lord. - For the love of God.
- Bless you. - Alms, sir.
Alms for the poor. Please.
Thank you.
God will bless you.
- Alms, sir? - For the love of God.
- Thank you, madam. - God bless you.
Thank you, little scholar.
- Les get them. - Father!
An ambush!
Watch out!
Get inside! Move!
The sticks, get them out of the wheels.
Inside.
To the wagons.
Get in!
This is from me to you...
for my babe!
Les go. Come on!
Get out of the wagon!
All right, guys, les go.
Mama, we're rich!
We're rich! The statue was right!
The girl!
Is Arnolfini, my former patron.
Get him a jug of wine.
We'll make him welcome.
We've been ambushed by some of those damn mercenaries you drove out of the city.
What were you doing there? By God, you should...
Meeting my bride.
- And where is your bride? - I don't know.
They've kidnapped her.
I want her back, Hawkwood.
We must go after them, you and I.
My soldiering days are over, Steven.
I bought my freedom at great cost from your father.
I need you, Captain.
My father's badly wounded, and I'm no soldier. You've got to take command.
I have served my time, my boy.
And now there is Clara.
- And there are seedlings to be planted. - Seedlings?
My father's half-dead.
My bride has been captured.
And you're babbling on about seedlings?
Damn your bloody seedlings!
I don't give a shit!
The woman is insane, Hawkwood. She attacks people for no reason.
Damn you. She was provoked to this by your son.
She's dangerous. A lunatic. I'll have her locked up.
She's neither dangerous, nor a lunatic, and you know that.
Yes, but I'll have her committed anyway.
- You couldn't. - Captain...
you've been in his service long enough to know how convincing my father can be.
You're as tough as I am.
If need be.
We're rich!
Is beautiful!
Dance for me. Dance!
- Thas mine. Give it to me. - Come on, give it back to me.
- No, is mine! - No!
There is no "mine" and "thine" anymore.
We're all the same.
As a token, we should wear the same.
I like that.
- Why don't we all wear the same color? - Yeah.
- We'll all wear red. - Yeah!
- I wanna be a red soldier. - I hate red!
- Reïs for whores. - Look who's talking.
You spread your legs at the shadow of any passing man.
I'm Martin's woman now.
- Isn't that right, Martin? - Thas right.
You'll always be my woman.
Take that off, and I'll get you a nice red one.
- That suits you, Little John. - Thank you.
- You're gonna go like that? - Look at my red jacket.
- I want red stockings. - All alike, all red.
Thas too small. Give her a bigger one.
Here you go.
All red. All alike.
- Look at that one. - Yes, this one, you little bugger.
Am I beautiful?
Hush, soldier. Don't tell them.
I beg of you.
My family is rich. They'll give you money.
All of the money you want.
Please.
Don't betray me, soldiers. I have money. Look.
Why are you so scared?
Everything is predestined.
Life runs its own course.
Look at this little angel!
Saint Martin has sent us a little angel to play with.
- An angel for Summer. - And for me! We share everything.
Here, angel, I'll show you heaven.
Give her to me, Summer. I'm mad about angels.
- Put me down! - Give me a slice of her!
Dance, little angel!
- Give me a slice of her. - Don't you touch me!
Touch you? Nobody's touching you.
- I'll see that you get money. - Money? We have money, little one.
My father-in-law is Arnolfini.
- My lady. - Our lady.
He'll pay you in gold...
- if you don't harm me. - Gold?
- This is the only gold I need. - Let me go!
She's in red! Take it off!
- We'll take her with us! - We like her!
- Who's first? A virgin! - Are you sure?
Rape her!
She's mine now.
Kars, look what I've got.
Come on, help me, my dear.
- We'll split her open. - She's all yours, Summer.
- No! - Hold her down. Pull on her legs.
Help me with my trousers. Come on.
Who's next?
Lift her.
Hold her real tight.
Spit.
Les see if this angel bleeds.
Move her.
Show me your face.
Look at me. Show me your face.
First him, then me.
Take her.
Go ahead, scream.
You won't get me to scream.
If you think you're hurting me, you're wrong.
I like it.
Do you?
I'll take you.
Martin, she's fucking you.
Look at this. Martin's being raped.
Don't get hurt.
I can feel you.
I bet you can.
Go on, love. Go on, my brave soldier.
- My brave soldier. - Will you stop that?
Have you finished?
I have.
No. Please, only you.
I want only to be yours. Please.
Next.
- Kars, finish her off! - Kars, get them out of my way.
Fire!
Cut that!
Saint Martin is on fire!
- Mama, Saint Martin! - Is moving.
- Is a sign. - Is moving.
- Is a sign, Cardinal, is it not? - Yes, it points to the future.
- Is telling us to go. - Go where? How do you know?
Don't you see?
If Saint Martin points that way, we go that way now.
Martin, why can't we just stay here and enjoy what we've got?
I'm not going anywhere. I want my share now, and fuck the rest.
Saint Martin orders it! And is an order that must be obeyed!
- Is a very clear sign to me, Miel. - Come on then, les go.
Everyone, les move it. Come on, we're moving.
Come on, Polly.
- Load the wagons. - Les go.
A victim of the plague. Move aside!
- Cover your mouth. - That doesn't help a damn.
They say you can get the plague from putrid air.
They'll tell you a lot of nonsense.
When people aren't sure, they make things up.
Whas that?
You! Wait a moment.
Captain, Agnes' dress.
Where did you get this? Where did you get the dress?
- Leave her alone! - This dress, where did she get it?
This was no dress, just rags. She found them on an old campsite.
They ripped it off her, Captain.
The foul scum.
Where did you find it, my dear?
- There were wagons, were there not? - In which direction did they go?
- Come on girl, speak. - Yes. Why don't you say something?
Open your mouth, child.
Some soldiers...
big fellows like you, raped her when she was a child...
and then cut out her tongue for fun.
Come, my friend. We'll learn nothing here.
Summer, any new sign?
No. I think our sains asleep.
Never fear. There'll be a sign, all right.
The saint takes his time.
Are you hungry?
Want some more?
- Try this one. - No!
Scream, and I'll cut your tongue out.
Goddamn it, Martin! What the hell are you doing?
- Whas going on? - The statue moved again.
Martin, why do you stop?
- Why do we stop? - The statue moved.
- Saint Martin moved again. - Saint Martin moved.
What does it mean?
Is pointing...
to a castle.
Thas where the saint wants us to live.
- Grab the rope. - I've got it.
Move.
You're coming with me.
- Why? - You can show me the way, little princess.
You know what the inside of a castle looks like.
Get up there.
- Hold on. - Move.
Yes, right now. Come.
I'll be right here. I won't leave you.
- Devils! - Yes.
Come, darling.
Come. This way.
Here.
Stay there!
Guard! Stop them!
- No way to escape! - Stop where you are!
- Move! - After them!
No!
Please, we won't harm you!
- Right here. - Get this son of a bitch. Kill them.
Martin, should I finish them off?
Please, let me live!
We'll do anything for you.
She can eat, but can she cook?
Les find out. Make us some food. Come on, go to the kitchen.
- Come on. - Get in.
Come on, everyone, is time to eat.
You, hurry up. Come on, bring more wine from the kitchen.
Les go! Is time for dinner!
Come on, everyone!