Flesh+Blood Page #4

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- Shut up.

- Hey, Martin, don't cut yourself.

Bull's-eye!

Be careful, Martin.

Or you'll spill

some of your precious blue blood.

From now on, we'll eat like this.

Whoever can't, best stay

the stupid a**hole he always was.

Bloody right, Martin.

Knives and forks are part of our lives!

Help me.

Like this.

It's easy.

Here, Celine, use the fork.

Fingers were made before forks.

And you can do a lot more with them.

My lord.

My lord, your bath is ready.

- Your bath, Martin.

- You need it, you filthy swine.

All right.

To the king and queen of the castle.

To the lovers.

Where she goes, I go.

There's only room

for two in the tub, Summer.

Then we'll bathe first,

and you can bathe later.

Go ahead.

You son of a b*tch!

You need a lesson.

Yes, he needs to brush up

on his catechism.

Who brought you to this castle, Summer?

Saint Martin.

And who opened the gates of the castle?

So who gets the girl?

Congratulations.

Good thinking. But don't get too smart.

- 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.

Well, a sin is not a sin

if no one sees it.

- Really?

- Yes.

It's nice.

Nice and warm.

Can I look now?

This castle, and everything in it,

belongs to us.

The whole world belongs to us.

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.

Devils.

We're not devils, child.

We're going to help you.

Get Father George.

Chimney.

Here, drink.

Devils, through the chimney.

The devils from the chimney 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.

Christ, Miel, stop picking away at

that thing. You're driving me mad.

I'm trying to find my chords.

Try something spiritual, Miel.

The Lord will guide your fingers.

He very often does already.

Look what I've got for you.

Look at that.

Can you believe it?

- Goddamn it! He's in white.

- They're both in white.

So what?

He's our leader.

The leader should catch the eye.

- Good morning, Martin.

- Good morning.

Good morning, everybody.

Isn't it a wonderful day?

White suits you. It's best for virgins.

Kars, what's wrong?

I thought we were supposed to wear red.

The red stuff's dirty. Anything else?

It's like you're not

the same old Martin anymore.

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 laurel

Sometimes the only peace we find

Is the peace that we get

from a hurt or wound

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!

Get down.

Why don't you go say hello to the boy?

- No.

- Come on.

Why?

- Be polite.

- Go.

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?

What the hell?

You might fall.

Where are the others?

Right here.

Pick up your captain!

Herman, get him out of here.

Little Arnolfini, come on up!

I'll f*** you for free!

You bastard! If you hurt Agnes...

- We hurt her day and night, man!

- And she loves it!

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.

- Like we had your father's word.

- We've already got your spoils.

Steven, come on!

Arnolfini, kiss my sweet ass!

Let's go!

- The girl.

- He's got it, too. The plague.

Bubonic plague.

Goddamn it!

- Does he have any chance?

- He is strong.

- So?

- It'll take him longer to die.

Bleeding is totally useless.

The practice of bleeding

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 a recent Arab text,

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 unchristian.

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.

Get out of that, you stupid dog!

Get out of it! Go on!

That's poison.

The hammering woke me. It frightens me.

Young Arnolfini is 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 half an hour.

That's not an answer.

He's you, only younger.

Then you must love him.

What about me?

You, too.

You are 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.

A trough.

Let's see if it burns.

It's not burning, Martin.

Mama!

- Christ! He's going to kill us all!

- Shut up!

God is with us, not with them.

- Right, let's go.

- Follow!

Come on, move! Fast!

We need Saint Martin on the wall.

- F*** Saint 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!

- Next.

- Let's finish them off.

Captain, this is impossible. You...

Steven?

Dead. They're all dead.

You and I, friend...

will wipe out that scum.

Martin! Goddamn you forever!

He's a hero, no doubt.

Our hero.

- 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.

Orbec was never a man!

Look at the castle.

I love the castle.

- What's that?

- Is that part of the play?

- Who did that?

- It's a sign.

- Who ruined my play?

- Up there, in the tree.

- Kars, get a rope.

- It's a soldier.

- Hey, you!

- In my mouth.

Give me a rope.

- Well, well.

- Look at that.

- Little Arnolfini.

- Excuse me.

Friend of yours?

No. Only a dog.

So you are Steven.

Come on, Steven. Give it to me, please.

Come on. For me, please.

Look, I've got a dog chain!

Come on, dog. Come on.

You'll be my lap dog from now on.

Too bad. Lap dogs are always castrated.

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