Prepare to receive the body of Our Lord.
Kneel
Receive the body of Our Lord, Summer.
Hoc corpus Christi est
Receive the body of Our Lord, Karst.
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Penny a shot! Who wants a drink?
Ha-ha-ha! Me boys! Forget the flesh of Christ. Let's drink!
For Christ's sake, Celine, get your heathen piss out of here. Kneel!
Come on, you bloody bastards!
This stuff'll curl the hair o' Christ!
Eat it, you damn sinners, without it you won't go to soldiers' paradise, where wine and whores abound.
The mass is over, Cardinal.
- Leave some for me. - Prepare to attack, boys!
If these two perverts die without Holy Communion, they'll burn in hell, Captain.
What's more important to you, your immortal souls or your empty purses?
It's 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!
- I'm giving you a free hand. - Arnolfini! Ha-ha-ha!
Arnolfini! Arnolfini!
Not with your own filthy hands, Martin
Cardinal, you'll miss the loot. Come on!
Hoc corpus Christ est
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.
That's enough, Mama.
Come back! You didn't pay me!
I'll pay you from the spoils. Keep it warm for me, Polly.
It's never been cold.
- Let's go to work. - Come on.
Martin.
Father, wait!
Wait! Father! Look at this.
- I've made a war machine. - War machine?
It's just a damn beer barrel, Steven.
Filled with gunpowder. It's a mobile bomb, Father.
You just roll it up to the gates and boom!
You walk right into the city.
- And how do you intend to explode this toy? - With a fuse. It unwinds by itself.
See?
- It's not a bad idea in theory. - Well, thank you.
Well, let's try it.
- A volunteer? - You go.
One gold piece.
- Mine! - Oh! God...!
Watch out!
The fuse!
Next
We're wasting time.
Father, it will work. The fuse went too fast.
Attack!
Meet me at the spoils!
Steven, stay right here with Father George.
- Why? - Fighting is for fools.
- Spread out! - Sir?
To the left.
- Come on! - Miel, come on!
The first man in the city hall shall have a reward.
Spread out!
I didn't see the damn thing!
I did, sir.
Bless you, Martin. Your reward's 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 it's a waste of time.
They've surrendered.
You've won again... Captain.
Yes.
- Will she live? - That would take a miracle.
Then perform that miracle...
.. for me.
Polly!
Don't rape me! Oh, my gold!
Let's go, Miel. Gold! Pure gold!
- Mama, look! A golden earring. - Get me the other one. Go!
- Swap your hams for my sheets. - Or get between your sheets and eat my hams.
Move! Make way!
Hang onto her, or she'll break her arms and legs.
- What's wrong? - Evil vapours have got into the wounds.
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.
They're 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 scum, and I want them out of my city, Hawkwood...
.. or soon I will have no more city.
Come on. What's more important to you: this girl or those mercenary rats?
Those rats, Arnolfini, are my soldiers and they trust me.
Yes. I admire their trust...
...especially if you and I can make good use of it.
Oh!
- What are you doing here? - Just watching.
- I want to see it all. This is my 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. - What's that?
How to survive.
Take a bite. Karst, give me a ride.
Sure. Your coach, sir.
You've got a fortune. What are you going to do?
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's getting really fat.
You gave me this belly, Martin.
- Me and the whole company. - Not me, Martin.
You're the man, all right. You're the man!
So am I.
A woman knows when it hits the... 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. - That's no noose.
It's a burning rag.
It's a noose, a sign from heaven. It spells disaster, I know it.
What are you talking about?
I never felt better.
Why don't you take another drink?
Sit down. It doesn't mean a thing.
Miel, let's dance!
Make way, lads! Free drinks for one and all!
As much as your bellies can hold!
- Hey, Captain! - Hey! Drink to victory!
Martin, dance with me forever!
With both of you!
On to the square! That's where the fun is!
There's no square here!
Karst, the street's blocked.
- It's a dead end. - Let's go back.
Turn back!
Everyone, turn around!
Martin, there!
Throw down your arms and all your loot.
Come on down, Hawkwood, and drink with us.
Come on, Captain. Join the party!
- The party is over. - What are you trying to pull, Captain?
Arnolfini promised the loot was going to be ours.
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!
Flee!
We're trapped!
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 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.
It's coming! Push!
Oh, Christ! It hurts!
I don't hear anything.
Why don't I hear anything?
Anna?
It's so bloody cold and wet, enough to kill a man,
let alone a poor 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've found something, Cardinal.
Yes.
It's a saint.
Hey, everybody! The Cardinal's found a saint!
Look at that. It's a saint.
A saint? With a sword?
St. Martin is the only saint with a sword.
He used it to cut his cloak in half and share with a naked beggar.
There. There are the beggar's hands.
It looks more like a lump of shit!
St. 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 St. 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 what's he got? - Not a damn thing.
- Even his booze has 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 is right.
It's a sign... from God.
Horseshit! This has nothing to do with God!
It's just an ugly statue that some stupid idiot stuck into the gr...
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 the balls and squeeze out every penny they've got.
That's how I'll get rich.
Martin... Martin...
Wet bitch!
Get inside! Come on!
Good morning, my son.
Oh. Morning, Father.
"Tractatus de Appides. " What does it mean?
- It's 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's already on her way here...
...with an enormous dowry.
But it's 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?
That's not a bad idea. You might even get a few brothers. Ah...
- Where are you going? - I've organised a hunting party.
- Falcons. Do you feel like it? - Yes.
Falcons are marvellous. 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. - Hey.
Hey, give us a swig.
There it is.
Stop! Stop!
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.
So?
So...
Will you show me how it's done?
Then I'll know how to go about it.
Right here?
In the bushes.
I don't feel like doing it right now.
I insist you feel like it.
You're my maid. You'll do as I say.
Go!
Come.
Come on, soldier. I'll take you!
I'll take you.
I can feel you!
Come on, my soldier! My brave, brave soldier!
Kathleen, you may stop now. I've seen enough.
- I can't stop. I have to go on. - I said no!
Stop it! Stop it!
- What are you doing? - Stop it! Stop it!
Don't go from me! Don't... Don't you run from me!
I 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, no.
He's just 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".
Must have 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. She'd only distract me from what I want to do.
And what's 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.
That's where your mandrake sprouts.
It 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 it's nonsense.
And you want to investigate nature.
I thought 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 it's working.
I feel... strange inside.
Agnes...
.. don't you think that's a plain old turnip?
Oh, no. It's 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 appart 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?
- Alms, sir? - Thank you, my lord.
- For the love of God. - Bless you.
Alms?
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.
Thank you, little scholar.
- Let's get him. - Father!
An ambush!
Watch out!
The other side! Move!
The sticks! Get them out of the wheels!
- Into the wagons! - Martin!
Arnolfini!
This is from me to you!
For my babe!
Let's go! Come on! Move it!
Summer, get on the wagon!
All right! Let's go!
- Mama, we're rich! - We're rich! The statue was right!
Agnes!
It's Arnolfini, my former patron.
Get him a jug of wine.
- We'll make him welcome. - Hawkwood.
We've been ambushed by some of those damn mercenaries you drove out of the city.
- What were you doing? - Meeting my bride.
- And where is your bride? - I don't know. They've kidnapped her.
I want her back. 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! - Hey!
Clara! Clara!
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!
It's beautiful!
Dance for me! Dance!
- That's mine! Give it to me! - Give it back to me!
No, no, no! There's...
There's no mine and thine any more.
We're all the same.
As a token, we... we should wear the same.
I like that. Why don't we all wear the same colour?
- We all wear red. - Yeah! Red!
- I want to be a red soldier. - No.
- I hate red! That's for whores. - Look who's talking!
You spread your legs at the shadow of any passing man.
I'm Martin's woman now. Ain't that right, Martin?
That's right. You'll always be my woman.
Take that off. I'll get you a nice red one.
- That suits you. - Thank you.
- I want red stockings. - All alike? All red?
That's too small. Give me another one.
Here you go.
My soldier... Don't tell them, I beg of you.
My family is rich. They will give you money...
...all the money you want.
Please.
Don't betray me, soldiers. I have money. Look. Look.
Why are you so scared?
Everything is predestined.
Life runs its own course. Look at this little angel!
Oh!
- St. Martin sent us an angel to play with. - An angel for Summer!
And for me! We share everything!
- Here, angel. I'll show you heaven! - I'm mad about angels!
Put me down!
- Give me a slice of her! - Don't 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.
- Arnolfini? - Yes.
He'll pay you in gold...
- .. if you don't hurt me. - Gold?
This is the only gold I need.
- Let me go! - She's in red. Take it off!
- Be gentle with her. - Who wants her? Who's first? A virgin!
- Are you sure? - Rape her!
She's mine now!
Here! Karst, see what I've got!
- Come on. Help me. - Yes!
- We'll split it open. - She's all yours, Summer!
Hold her down! Pull out her legs!
Undo my trousers, come on!
That's it!
You're a man, Summer!
Who's next?
Lift her.
And hold her real tight.
Spit.
Let's see if this angel bleeds.
Move her. Move her.
Show me your face. Look at me!
Show me your face!
Go ahead. Scream.
You won't get me to scream.
If you think you're hurting me, you're wrong.
I like it! I like it!
I'll take you. I'll take you!
Hey, Martin. She's fucking you!
Look at this! Martin's being raped!
Oh, I can feel you!
- 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.
Please only you. Please only you.
I want only to be yours. Please.
Next
No...
- Karst, finish her off! - Get 'em out of my way.
Fire!
Cut that!
St. Martin's on fire.
St. Martin is on fire!
Mama, St. Martin!
It's a sign. It's a sign, Cardinal. Is it not?
Yes, it points to the future.
- It's telling us to go. - Where? How do you know?
Don't you see? If St. Martin points that way,
we go that way... now!
Why can't we stay and enjoy what we've got?
I'm going nowhere. I want my share. Fuck the rest!
St. Martin orders it! It is an order that must be obeyed!
It's a very clear sign to me, Miel.
Come on, then. Let's move! Everyone, move it.
Come on! We're moving!
Let's load the wagons!
A victim of the plague! Move aside! Move aside!
- Cover your mouths! - That doesn't help a damn.
- They say you get the plague from putrid air. - They'll tell you nonsense.
When people aren't sure, they make things up.
Hey, what's that?
You! Wait a moment!
Captain, Agnes's dress!
Where did you get this 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.
- 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.
Hey, Summer, any new sign?
No, I think our saint's asleep.
Never fear. There'll be a sign, all right.
Your saint takes his time.
Are you hungry?
Want some more?
- Try this one. - No!
Scream and I'll cut your tongue out.
God damn it, Martin! What the hell are you doing?
- Hey, what's going on? - The statue moved again.
- Martin, why did you stop? - Why did we stop?
- The statue moved. - St. Martin moved again.
- Yeah, St. Martin moved. - What does it mean?
It's pointing to a castle.
That's where the saint wants us to live.
- Grab the rope. - I've got it.
Pull! Pull!
- 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.
Pull!
Shh!
Devils!
Come!
Here.
Halt! Stay there!
- Martin! - Guards! Guards! Stop them!
- Don't let them escape! - Stay where you are!
After them!
No!
Please, we won't harm you!
In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.
Get the servants! Kill them!
Kill them!
Martin, should I finish them off?
Please! Please let me live!
We'll do anything for you!
She can eat, but can she cook?
Let's find out. Bring us some food. Come on! Go to the kitchen!
Come on! It's time to eat!
You, hurry up! Come on. Bring more wine from the kitchen.
Let's go! It's time for dinner!
Come on, everyone!