Ironclad: Battle for Blood

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The wager is at 10 guineas a side.

Weapons... sword and mace.

It's all there.

Open your eyes, young de Lusignan.

I see what I need to see.

When does your man arrive?

Tomorrow night.

From Rochester...

no less.

Bring him from hell,

for all I care.

Kill him.

Ohh!

Come on! Come on!

A guinea for a kill!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Ewan!

- Yes, Father?

- Go.

Please! Mercy!

Mercy?

Like you English give us?

Where goes the father,

goes the son.

Is my cockerel coming back to bed?

- Let's have 'em up, Mrs. Smith.

- Right you are, Mr. Smith.

Come on, up you get!

- Half the day's gone!

- Have some.

Up you get!

- Come up!

- Wake up!

Get them up!

Come on!

Where is my son?

We're disobeying your father.

We should go back.

Then go.

To the walls!

Keep the girls in the tower!

And Hubert! Don't

let him follow me!

You, unload the baskets!

Milord, they're heading

for the village!

Come on! Quickly, Smith!

Let's go! Come quickly.

Where's my son?

Don't let him follow us!

Take care, milord.

Father.

Inside! Quickly now!

Inside! Quickly now!

Master!

Ewan.

Lay down your weapons,

and I will show mercy.

Mercy's for pigs!

No!

No!

English!

Show my son!

Show my son!

Careful. Careful.

Careful.

Sorry, darling.

Do what you can.

The bone is in pieces.

- Will it see gangrene?

- He's blessed if he doesn't.

English!

My Son!

Smith, what are you doing?

He wants his son? Come on!

English!

Uhh!

Hold him fast, Master Hubert.

Go faster. Quickly.

I think they've stopped.

We should never have come

to this God-forsaken place.

As soon as Father is

able, we should leave.

Do you ever think of

anyone but yourself?

It's a terrible thing.

- Kate, stop it.

- Shh. Shh. He must rest.

- Mother, we have to talk.

- Don't listen to her.

- As soon as Father is well...

- She wants us to leave!

Yes, and what would you have us

do, stay here and be slaughtered?

Enough. Your father wouldn't want his

daughters squabbling on his sick bed.

- I hear them.

- Father.

Have we not fought

enough for one day?

Now I'll be with my son.

Blanche is right, Father.

These people are barbarous.

We have to leave. They will fight

us over this land forever.

- And we will fight them.

- How can we do that without you?

We must be swift in what we do now.

Your cousin... Guy de Lusignan...

he will know men who can help us.

Where can he be found?

Your mother knows. A great warrior.

You'll need money.

Leave at first light.

Do not fail me, Son.

Find him.

Cut him loose.

Why did you disobey me?

Why?

Yes, Father.

I will avenge you, my son.

Come on, come on.

If God doesn't take me

soon, my brothers will.

Father.

You say Guy de Lusignan

is your cousin?

My family was told he was here.

Yes. He was.

He was at the request of

Archbishop Langton himself.

You say he was?

He came here seeking peace.

But when a young man witnesses

what he did, it isn't found so easily.

He was among us no

more than a month.

Do you know where he went?

I hope to something he

couldn't find here.

I hear a brother saw him

in Kingston a week ago.

- Thank you, Father.

- God bless you, my son.

Hey, sonny. Stable for the night?

- How much?

- Uh, four.

Are you sorry for your sins?

This way! Three fights this

afternoon. Three fights.

Three fights this afternoon.

Three fights.

Come on up. Come on up.

He killed last week.

Will he do it again?

20-1 says that he does.

I'll take them odds.

He'll do it again.

Harder.

Yeah! Come on! Three guineas

for three kills in a row!

Come on!

I know.

I know. But the next

fight will be different.

'Twas his dream to be in heaven

So they said

Yet

How is a man in heaven

Without his head?

Without his head?

Like it?

Sir.

I'm looking for Guy de Lusignan.

And what might he want with you?

He's my cousin.

Oh. Really?

That son of a whore has a family?

I'll thank you not to speak of

my family in such a way, sir.

Then you'll find your blood...

upstairs.

Whore.

Cousin.

Cousin Guy?

It's Hubert de Vesci.

So the sprat grew up.

When they come, we bring what

we can inside the walls.

What they cannot

take, they destroy.

And our men-at-arms and

serfs are hearty fellows,

but without Father,

I fear the worst.

My uncle was a fearsome crusader.

Made himself a tidy little fortune, didn't

he, sacking... Where was it? Malta?

When I said he was ill, this time

when they came, he lost his arm.

Things are as hard as they can be.

In the fight, the chieftain's

son was also killed.

So then now it's personal.

- Why don't you just leave?

- Father won't.

It's why he sent me to find you.

He said you'd help us.

Well, you came looking

for the wrong cousin.

You know other men, like yourself.

I have money.

We could buy three

good men, maybe more.

We could buy?

I'm not worthy of your money?

But you're family.

It's worth the honor.

Let me tell you something, Cousin.

I have had a belly full

of worth and honor.

I've seen men wasting their lives

on things that they can't even see.

And the only thing that puts

fire in my belly now...

is this.

You want me to pay you?

And him.

Your friend doesn't say much.

He'll tell you what he

thinks when he needs to.

Now...

do you have yourself two hired men?

Oh, don't worry. It won't

bite, unless it has to.

Fresh bite. Fresh bite. Come and get

your fresh bite. Fresh bite here.

Your friend had a hard night.

Sweet whore, sour beer.

You know, I'm not holding you to

this. No one's forcing you to come.

When I owe a man, I pay him.

How many this week,

Mr. Pierrepoint?

Six men, two women and a dog.

Varlets and flunkeys,

every one of 'em.

And let me tell you,

the dog was a b*tch.

Ever take the head of someone

who was fighting back?

Let me finish up here,

and I'll show you.

What has your man done?

Man?

This here's Mary, my friend.

Slit the throats of 12 men and

cut out the tongues of three.

This one you don't

mess with, brother.

How much?

- She ain't for sale.

- Everyone has a price.

Not this one. Her

head is gold to me.

We have what we need.

There's nothing for us here.

I'll give you two guineas.

Here.

Four and she's yours.

Show him some mercy.

Let a man trade for

a wretched soul.

I miscounted. It's five.

- You said four.

- That was for her head.

You want what's below it, that's

five guineas down to her toes.

You're in a murderous

business, sir.

And what business are you three

in wanting my friend here?

- We're hiring men to protect my home.

- Hmm.

I see. Very nice.

Pierrepoint!

That's the last time I catch

you selling prisoners!

Five guineas. It's two

for the price of one.

I'm coming as well.

I think he's even better

when you're fighting back.

We don't want trouble with the law.

I think we've already got that.

And ourselves another two men.

Then it's a deal.

Four men and one woman.

Three men,

one woman and a son

of a filthy whore.

So now that I'm a bought

woman, do I call you master?

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