Flesh+Blood Page #5

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Arnolfini, this is for your father.

Use him as a target.

How do you like it?

Stand back. Get out of the way.

Get back, Orbec.

Hit his balls, man.

Come on, get him!

- Death to Arnolfini!

- Quiet.

Shoot him.

- No.

- Try.

Come on, little princess. Shoot!

Shoot him. Come on, shoot him!

Pull the trigger!

Come on, then, shoot! Aim for the heart.

Where did that come from?

Hello.

It's a dog.

Let's find out what it means.

- Come on, let's go.

- Let's go, Miel.

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 should we do, Miel?

- 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, it's a sign. Direct from heaven.

Dear God, another sign?

Everything is a sign.

Me dying like a rat will be a sign.

- We've got to get out.

- 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.

All right.

You can tell them or not.

Time to choose, Agnes.

- Come on, Little John. Breakfast.

- I'm hungry, Mama.

Look, Summer, look at me.

Look at me, my new clothes.

My head.

Me, too, Mama.

- What's the matter?

- What's wrong with her?

Look, Mama. Look what's in the jug.

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, Mom.

You stupid clot.

You didn't want us to leave last night,

while we still had the chance.

You were too busy

playing the f***ing saint.

Go easy.

What do you mean, "Go easy"?

The plague isn't going easy for Celine!

Kars, I'm being led!

Led?

Led by your cock,

prancing around in white with that slut!

And now you've led us all to hell,

you bastard!

Stop him!

- Cut his throat.

- No!

Drown him in his own poison.

Throw him in the well!

You let go of me!

I am the chosen one!

Saint Martin.

More poison!

- Swim to hell!

- Like the water?

Come on.

What are you waiting for?

It's still risky with the plague.

Miel, let's just take

what's ours and go.

Let's go.

- Grab as much as you can carry.

- Gold. The gold!

- It hurts.

- Easy, darling.

You hear me?

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.

- What a shame.

You better get me out first.

And then I'll free you. Word of honor.

Forgive me for mistaking the sign.

- He's nuts.

- He always was.

- All that crazy talk about the statue.

- No, he was right.

Little John, we are leaving.

What's your problem?

I have to choose.

- Take both, you silly b*tch.

- Yes.

Come on. Give me your hand.

I feel so tired, Mama.

Christ, he's got it, too.

We're being punished

because we are whores.

Shut up with your whores

and punishment sh*t.

- Lord, don't let me die.

- Another lunatic.

Come.

- What's wrong with me, Mama?

- Nothing, my dear. You're just tired.

Come and lay down for a while.

We've got enough, Orbec.

- Anybody coming with us?

- Yes, me.

Kars, come on,

I've got enough for the both of us.

She's dying, Summer. Wait awhile.

She can't last much longer.

Let's get out of here.

This place stinks of death.

Wait for Kars.

Please, we'll all be dead

if we wait here much longer.

We'll wait.

Let's go.

Get out of here, Miel. I'm dead.

The key!

Come on.

No, come back!

Goddamn it! Where are you going?

Set me free!

You bastard, set me free!

Trust me!

"Word of honor," you said!

Christ's blood.

You didn't expect to see me again,

did you?

I was on my way to help you.

You left a little late.

I thought you were dead.

I love you, Martin.

Yes. You love me.

Whenever it suits you.

Why me?

- You ready?

- Let's go.

Arnolfini is out there.

- Hey there!

- Hey, Arnolfini!

You wanted to see me?

Martin, you'll all wish you were dead.

Your son will die first.

- Your son is already dead, sire.

- No.

He is alive and well.

Now what can you offer?

Show him to me.

Let's get him.

Scholar.

Summer, watch the gate.

Easy.

Father!

Come on.

Save your ass.

- What the hell...

- I'm bleeding.

- Hawkwood!

- What the hell is he doing?

Come on.

Hawkwood, you bastard!

Come on, little angel.

I'll see you dead in Hell!

Die!

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!

Christ.

I'm going to kill you,

you son of a b*tch.

Steven, come.

- Where's Martin?

- Dead. He's dead.

This way.

Here!

Go.

- What are you going to do?

- Science never stands still.

I'll cut the swellings.

- What do you want?

- Come with us.

You were right about the mandrake.

I never doubted it.

What is it?

I just realized what's happened to me.

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