(Cannon fire)
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.
(woman) 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 of Christ!
Eat it, damn sinners, or 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. - (Celine) Arnolfini! Ha-ha-ha!
Arnolfini! Arnolfini! (cackles)
Not with your own filthy hands, Martin.
Cardinal, you'll miss the loot. Come on!
Hoc corpus Christi 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.
(drum beats)
(laughs drunkenly)
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.
(cries of agony)
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!
(laughter)
We're wasting time.
Father, it will work. The fuse went too fast.
- Attack! - (soldiers clamour)
(soldier) Meet me at the spoils!
Steven, stay right here with Father George.
- Why? - Fighting is for fools.
(soldiers clamour)
- Spread out! - Sir!
To the left.
(guards roar)
- Come on! - Miel, come on!
(crunch)
The first man in the city hall shall have a reward.
Spread out!
(groans)
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.
(gunshot)
(gasps)
Father George! Up here!
On the double!
Damn you!
- Can you save her? - I'm afraid it's a waste of time.
(bells chime, men cheer)
They've surrendered.
You've won again. . . Captain.
Yes.
- Will she live? - That would take a miracle.
Then perform that miracle...
. .for me.
(cattle bellow, women scream)
Polly!
Don't rape me! Oh, my gold!
Let's go, Miel. Gold! Pure gold!
(screams)
- Mama, look! A golden earring. - Get me the other one. Go!
- Swap your hands from my sheets. - Or get between your sheets and eat my hands.
Move! Make way!
(gasps)
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...
(shouting and screaming)
. .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. - (Celine) 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. - (Celine cackles)
Why don't you take another drink? (Cackles)
Sit down. It doesn't mean a thing.
(music and laughter)
Miel, let's dance!
Make way, lads! Free drinks for one and all!
As much as your bellies can hold!
(laughs coarsely)
- Hey, Captain! - Hey! Drink to victory!
Martin, dance with me forever!
With both of you!
(Hawkwood) On to the square! That's where the fun is!
(Summer) There's no square here!
Karst, the street's blocked.
- It's a dead end. - (Orbec) Let's go back.
Turn back!
(Karst) 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!
(shouting and screaming)
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.
(woman groaning in pain)
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.
(Summer) So what have you got here?
I think you've found something, Cardinal.
Yes.
(Cardinal) It's a saint.
(Summer) 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!
(distant bells chime)
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.
- (Kathleen) 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.
(giggling)
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!
(laughs)
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?
(buzzing)
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 apart now.
(chanting in Latin)
- 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!
(shouting and screaming)
- (Martin) Into the wagons! - (Little John) Martin!
Arnolfini!
This is from me to you!
For my babe!
(screams)
Let's go! Come on! Move it!
(Martin) Summer, get on the wagon!
All right! Let's go!
- Mama, we're rich! - We're rich! The statue was right!
Agnes!
(hoof beats approaching)
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!
(shrieks)
- (wails) - 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?
(murmurs of agreement)
- We all wear red. - (all) 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.
- (Polly) I want red stockings. - All alike? All red?
(Polly) That's too small. Give me another one.
Here you go.
(coarse laughter and chatter)
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!
(Karst) And for me! We share everything!
- Here, angel. I'll show you heaven! - (Karst) 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. - (Polly) 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! - (Celine) She's in red. Take it off
- (Summer) Be gentle with her. - Who wants her? Who's first? A virgin!
- Are you sure? - Rape her!
(Summer) 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!
(yells in pain)
(Karst) Who's next?
Lift her.
And hold her real tight.
Spit.
Let's see if this angel bleeds.
(groans and whines)
Move her. Move her.
Show me your face. Look at me!
Show me your face!
(drum beats slowly)
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.
(drum beats slowly)
(laughter)
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. - (Orbec) 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!
(rattles)
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.
(croaks)
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.
(Summer) God damn it, Martin! What the hell are you doing?
- (Miel) Hey, what's going on? - The statue moved again.
- Martin, why did you stop? - Why did we stop?
- (Summer) The statue moved. - (Martin) 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.
- (Whispers) 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!
(girl groans)
(screams)
(woman) Devils!
Come!
Here.
(man) Halt! Stay there!
- Martin! - Guards! Guards! Stop them!
- Don't let them escape! - Stay where you are!
After them!
No!
(Agnes) Please, we won't harm you!
(thud)
In nomine Patris et Fill et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.
(Orbec) 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! (imitates fanfare)
Get your bony ass out of here! You belong in the kitchen!
- I'm one of you now. - Get her out of here!
Celine, have a drink.
Sit down.
My ladies and gentlemen...
. .to the one who led us: St Martin!
St 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!
(all cheer)
How dare you, you scab!
Here, Karst. You can lick your fill.
Stop it! You're making me horny!
There's no pepper. Hey, pepper!
Here, stick it up Orbec's ass. That'll get him moving.
- Here, Mama. Pepper. - You son of a bitch!
Mama, behave yourself!
Oh, I love it!
Look at him playing the fucking gentleman!
- Shut up! - Hey, Martin, don't cut yourself...
(Karst) Bull's-eye!
(laughter)
- (Anna) Be careful, Martin. - (Miel) Or you'll spill your precious blue blood!
- Look, he's trying again. - He wants a reward.
Martin! Martin!
(all chant) Martin! Martin! Martin! Martin!
(laughter)
From now on, we'll eat like this, and whoever can't is a stupid asshole.
Bloody right! Knives and forks are part of our lives.
Like. . . this.
- Miel? - No.
Easy.
Here, Celine. Use a fork.
Fingers were made before forks,
and you can do more with them.
My lord!
My lord! Your bath is ready.
- Your bath, Martin. - You need it, you filthy swine!
All right!
- Yah! - (laughter)
(Polly) The King and Queen!
- To the castle! - To the lovers!
Where she goes, I go.
There's only room for two in a tub, Summer.
Then we'll bath first, and you can bath 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?
St Martin.
And who opened the gates to the castle?
Martin.
So who gets the girl?
Martin.
Congratulations.
Good thinking, but don't get too smart.
(laughs)
(shrieks)
- Do 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.
- A sin is not a sin if no one sees it. - Oh, really?
Yes.
That's nice.
Nice and warm.
Can I look now?
This castle and everything in it belongs to us.
The whole world belongs to us.
Yeah.
Let's clean off the dirt of the last couple of days.
You think that'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.
(gasps) Devils...
Devils...
We're no devils, child. We're going to help you.
Get Father George.
Chimney...
Here, drink.
Devils. . . Devils...
. .through the chimney...
The devils. . . from the chimney. . . killed them.
Killed them...
She's dead.
Devils? What did she mean?
Dreams of a peasant girl running a fever.
That'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!
(instrument twangs and hums)
Christ, Miel, stop picking away at that thing. You're driving me mad.
- I'm trying to find my chords. - Try something spiritual.
- The Lord will guide your fingers. - He does already!
Look what I've got for you.
Look at that!
- Can you believe it? - God damn it. He's in white.
- They're both in white. - So what?
Martin is our leader. The leader should catch the eye. Good morning.
Good morning, everybody. Isn't it a wonderful day?
White suits you. It's best for virgins.
Karst, what's wrong?
I thought we were supposed to wear red?
- The red stuff's dirty. Anything else? - You're not the same old Martin any more.
Well, I am. . . and I'm not.
I am what I always wanted to be.
Except you're 20 years too late.
Let'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 war-oh
# Sometimes the only peace we find
# Is the peace that we get from a whore-oh
# 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! Horsemen!
Get down.
Down.
Why don't you say hello to the boy?
- No. - Come on.
- Why? - To be polite.
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?
(groans)
- What the hell. . .? - You might fall.
Come on.
Where are the others?
Right here.
(whinnying)
Captain.
Get him out of here.
Hey! 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! - Yeah!
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. - (Karst) Like we had your father's?
We've already got your spoils.
(all shout and jeer)
Steven, come on!
Go home!
Here, catch!
Arnolfini, kiss my sweet ass!
Let's go!
Clara...
- The girl. . . - He's got it too, the plague.
Bubonic plague.
God damn it!
- Does he have any chance? - He is strong.
- So? - It'll take him longer to die.
- Bleeding is totally useless. - The practice goes back to the Romans.
It'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 Arab texts, 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 un-Christian.
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.
(chopping and banging)
Get out of that, you stupid dog!
Get out of it! Go on!
That's poison.
(distant hammering)
The hammering woke me. It frightens me.
Young Arnolfini's 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, what, half an hour?
That's not an answer.
He's you. . . only younger.
Then you must love him.
What about me?
You too.
You're 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.
(wails and sobs)
(rumbling)
Let's see if it burns.
It's not burning, Martin.
Mama! Mama!
- Oh, Christ! It'll kill us all! - Shut up! God is with us, not them!
- Let's go. - Follow!
Come on! Move!
We need St Martin on the wall.
- Oh, fuck St Martin! - That's blasphemy.
That'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! A bomb!
- Next! - Let's finish 'em off.
(battle-cries and screaming)
Captain...
Captain, this is impossible. You...
Steven?
Dead. They're all dead.
(whines)
You and I, friend, will wipe out that scum.
Martin! God damn you forever!
(music plays)
(Anna) He's the hero.
(Summer) Our hero.
- (Karst) 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. Ha-ha-ha!
- Orbec was never a man! - Come on, Orbec!
- Oh, look. We're in our castle. - (Polly) Oh, look at the castle.
- (Little John) I love the castle! - Come on! Fight!
- Hey, what's up? - That part of the play?
- Who did that? - It's a sign.
- Who ruined my play? - Up there in the tree.
- Karst, get a rope. - It's a soldier.
- Hey, you! - In my mouth!
In my mouth!
Move! Give me room!
And one!
And two!
(Celine) Well, well, well!
- Look at that. - Little Arnolfini.
Friend of yours?
No. Only a dog!
I can see a dog!
Say "woof", Steven.
Come on. Give it to me, please.
Come on. For me, please.
Look! I've got a dog chain.
A dog! A dog!
Come on, dog! Come on!
He'll be my lapdog from now on!
(Miel) It's too bad lapdogs are always castrated.
(yells in pain)
Arnolfini...
This is for your father.
Use him as a target.
- How do you like it, Arnolfini? - Hey! Stand back!
Get out of the way.
(Miel) Get back, Orbec.
(gasps)
Hit his balls, man.
Hit his balls!
- Come on! Kill him! - Death to Arnolfini!
Quiet!
Shoot him. Try.
Come on, little princess.
Shoot!
- Shoot him. - Come on! Shoot him!
- Yeah! Shoot him! - Come on!
- Pull the trigger! - Come on, then. Shoot!
- Aim for the heart! - Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!
Where did that come from?
(women scream)
Hello. . . It's a dog.
Well, let's find out what it means.
Come on. Let's go. Let's go, Miel.
Hawkwood.
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.
It's the plague.
You're lying.
No, Martin.
Touch that and we're all dead. I swear it.
Damn you.
Oh, God. It's the plague.
It's everywhere. It's all over the place.
- What shall we do? - 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, yes, it's a sign. . . direct from heaven.
Dear God! Everything is a sign. Me dying like a rat will be a sign...
- 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.
Agnes?
All right.
You can tell them or not.
Time to choose, Agnes.
(Anna) Come on, Little John. Breakfast.
- I'm hungry, Mama. - Look!
Look, Summer. Look at me.
(splash)
(Summer) Look at me in my new clothes.
Ohh. . . My head.
Me, too, Mama.
Karst. . . Karst...
- Karst! - What's wrong?
Look, Mama! Look what's in the jug!
(shrieks)
(Orbec) The dog!
It must have fallen in the well and we didn't see it!
It's the plague.
God! Oh, Christ! I just drank from the same water!
Me too, Mama. Me too.
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! - Easy.
What do you mean, go easy? The plague isn't going easy for Celine.
Karst, I'm being led!
Led? Led by your cock, prancing around in white with that slut!
Now you've led us all to hell, you bastard!
Stop him! Stop him!
Mama!
Cut his throat.
No!
Drown him in his own poison.
(Orbec) The well! Drown him in the well!
Let go of me! I am in charge!
(Karst) Down the well to hell!
St Martin!
(mocking laughter)
More poison!
- Swim to hell! - Like the water?
Come on! What are you waiting for? It's too risky with the plague.
(Orbec) Let's take the gold and go!
- (Miel) Grab as much as you can carry. - The gold! The gold!
(Celine wails) Karst! It hurts!
(Martin) Steven, you hear me?
Steven!
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!
Oh, what a shame. You better get me out first.
And then I'll free you. Word of honour.
Forgive me. . . for mistaking the sign.
(cries) For mistaking the sign!
For mistaking the sign!
- He's nuts. - He always was. All that crazy talk.
No, he was right. He was right!
Little John, we're leaving!
What's your problem?
- I have to choose. - Take both, you silly bitch.
- Yes. - Come on.
- Give me your hand. - Mama...
I feel so tired, Mama.
(screams)
Christ! He's got it, too.
We are being punished because we are whores!
Shut up with your whores and punishment!
Polly...
Oh, Lord! Don't let me die!
Another lunatic.
- Come. - What's wrong with me, Mama?
Nothing. You're just tired. Come and lay down for a while.
We've got enough, Orbec. Anybody coming with us?
- Yes, me! - Karst.
- Come on. I've got enough for the both of us. - She's dying. Wait a while.
Let's get out of here. This place stinks of death.
We wait for Karst.
Please. We'll all be dead if we wait here much longer.
We'll wait.
Let's go.
(thunder rumbles)
(groans)
Get out of here, Miel. I'm dead.
Yes!
The key!
Come on!
Come back!
God damn it! Where are you going?
Set me free!
You bastard! Set me free!
Trust me!
Word of honour, you said!
Agnes!
- Christ's blood! - You didn't expect to see me, did you?
I was on my way to help you.
You left it a little late.
I thought you were dead.
I love you, Martin.
Yes. You love me.
- Yes. - Whenever it suits you.
Martin?
(moans) Ohh. . . Why me?
Why. . . me?
You ready?
Let's go.
Arnolfini's out there.
(all shout in unison)
- Hey, there! - Hey, Arnolfini!
- You wanted to see me? - Martin, you'll wish you were dead.
- Your son will die first. - Your son is already dead, sire.
No. He is alive and well.
(screams)
Now, what can you offer?
Show him to me.
Let's get him.
Scholar...
(Martin) Summer, watch the gate.
Arnolfini!
Father!
Steven!
Come on!
Summer!
Save your backs.
Hawkwood!
Die!
Karst!
- What the hell? - I'm bleeding!
- Hawkwood! - What the hell is he doing?
Come on!
Hawkwood, you bastard!
Miel...
(croaks) Hawkwood...
Come on.
Come on, little angel.
I'll see you dead in. . . hell!
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! - Never!
Christ!
(gasps)
I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!
Steven, come on.
- Where's Martin? - Dead. He's dead.
This way.
Steven!
Steven! Here! Here!
Let's go!
- What are you going to do? - Science never stands still.
I'll cut the swellings.
- What do you want? - Come with us!
I'm not free. You'll have to pay!
Hawkwood! Hawkwood!
You were right about the mandrake.
I never doubted it.
What is it?
I just realised what's happened to me.