Flesh+Blood Page #3

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My bride has been captured.

And you're babbling on about seedlings?

Damn your bloody seedlings!

I don't give a sh*t!

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.

- Come on, give it back to me.

- No, it's 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!

- Red's 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?

- That's 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.

That's 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.

Let's 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 f***ing 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!

- It's moving.

- It's a sign.

- It's moving.

- It's a sign, Cardinal, is it not?

- Yes, it points to the future.

- It's 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 f*** the rest.

Saint Martin orders it!

And it's an order that must be obeyed!

- It's a very clear sign to me, Miel.

- Come on then, let's go.

Everyone, let's move it.

Come on, we're moving.

Come on, Polly.

- Load the wagons.

- Let's 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.

What's 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 saint's 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?

- What's 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?

It's pointing...

to a castle.

That's 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 b*tch. 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?

Let's find out. Make us some food.

Come on, go to the kitchen.

- Come on.

- Get in.

Come on, everyone, 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!

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.

That'll get him moving.

- Here, Mom, pepper.

- You son of a b*tch!

Mama, behave yourself.

I love it.

Will you look at him,

playing the f***ing gentleman?

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