Flesh+Blood

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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. Let's drink!

For Christ's 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.

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.

- 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.

That's enough, Mama.

- Come back. You didn't pay me.

- I'll pay you from the spoils.

Keep this little spot warm for me,

Polly.

It's never been cold.

Let's go to work.

Father, wait!

Father, look at this!

- I've made a war machine.

- War machine?

It's nothing but a damn beer barrel,

Steven.

Filled with gunpowder.

It's 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?

- It's not a bad idea in theory.

- Thank you, Captain.

Well, let's try it.

- A volunteer?

- You go.

One gold piece.

Oh, God! Sh*t.

Watch out!

The fuse!

Next!

We're wasting time.

Father, it will work.

It's 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 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?

- It would take a miracle.

Then perform that miracle for me.

- Don't rape me! Oh, my God!

- Let's go, Miel.

Gold! Pure gold!

- Mother, look, a golden earring!

- Get me the other one. Go.

Let's swap your hams for my sheets.

Let's get between your sheets

and eat my hams.

Make way.

Hang onto her,

or she'll break her arms and legs.

- What's 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, 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 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.

- What's that?

- How to survive.

Take a bite.

- Kars, give me a ride.

- Sure.

Your coach, sir.

You've got a fortune.

What're 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.

- That's no noose. It's a burning rag.

It's a noose. It's a sign from heaven.

It spells disaster. I know it.

What are you talking about?

I never felt better.

- That's right.

- Why don't you take another drink?

Sit down, it doesn't mean a thing.

Let's 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!

That's where the fun is!

There's no square here.

Kars, the street's blocked.

- It's a dead end.

- Let's go back.

Go on back!

Everyone, turn around.

It's 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.

What're 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. It's coming. Push.

Christ, it hurts!

I don't hear anything.

Why don't I hear anything?

It's 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.

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