The Flame and the Arrow Page #5

But the boy

belongs in the mountains...

...in the forest.

Your part of the forest.

What do you want?

It's just that I wanted you to know

that no matter what happens, I--

Where's Piccolo?

Why doesn't he come?

It's so long after dark.

I'm frightened.

I'm frightened for you.

You're frightened for yourself...

-...but you're wasting your time.

-No.

You want to make love,

afraid he won't come back.

-Dardo.

-You're beautiful.

It's a lie.

-Your mouth is lying.

-I don't know.

What could you feel?

Feeling had to be burned out of you...

...with the first peasant's cottage

your uncle burned.

Buy a husband

with a marriage settlement...

...look for a stableboy

like your uncle found Francesca...

...because your own men

are as empty as you are.

-Yes, I lied.

-Get away.

-I'm glad.

-Get back until I decide what to do.

I'm glad it's a lie.

I'd hate for it to be the truth.

-Dardo.

-Dardo.

-Dardo.

-Dardo.

Piccolo.

Biggie, get some warm olive oil.

Go to the castle?

Square. Go to the city square.

-Look after him.

-Dardo.

Tie her up.

What does it mean? The gallows.

He hangs at dawn. For the outlaw.

Get your horses.

We're riding into the city.

Company alert. Stand guard.

Incoming from the west gate.

-Form your ranks.

-Company, on guard.

You rest here, Papa Pietro.

The apothecary will be here soon.

What is this? What is this about?

Are you afraid of me?

No. There's no longer any fear of you.

You can do us no more harm now.

I remember, Dardo. I remember when

you were born in these mountains...

...and your father ran away

to fight in foreign places.

We pitied the child.

We said he could never be blamed,

however he grew.

I remember when you came into town

as a boy.

We laughed at your matted hair

and your wild manners.

We made excuses for your mischief...

...because you harmed

nobody but yourself.

We excused you, I suppose, because--

Well, there's a little of you in each of us

that none of us dared show.

But now I know it's the devil in all of us

that we saw in you.

You're one of us,

you're of my own family...

...and I did what I could to raise you,

but we've come to take you back.

-We saved the old man.

-You saved Pietro.

Now there are five hanging in his place.

Tomorrow, there'll be ten.

It won't end till the Hawk

gets what he wants:

The outlaws in prison

and Dardo hanged.

Tell them to come quietly,

but if they don't...

...we're prepared to fight.

No.

No, there'll be no fighting between us.

-No one will hang for me.

-Nonna Bartoli.

Nonna Bartoli, I want to talk to you.

It so happens I was the one

faced death tonight and not you.

You weren't gonna be hanged

in the morning, but I was.

And with that rope around my neck...

...it would've been hard to convince me

Dardo put it there.

It was the Hawk, that's who did it.

Was it Dardo made skulking cowards

out of you all?

You wanted something to happen?

Dardo made things happen.

All right, he made trouble for us.

I'll be lucky if I come out of this

without rheumatism.

I had myself convinced

up there in the gallows...

...that I was willing to die.

For the first time in my life,

I felt like a hero.

And you're not gonna

take that away from me.

If you're all so willing to fight...

...then fight the Hawk and his Hessians,

not Dardo.

Let's fight them and be rid of them...

...or die fighting, at least.

Papa Pietro,

you make me proud and ashamed.

-We'll fight.

-Easy.

We'll fight together now.

And we'll live together

to see Lombardy free.

Wait. Nonna Bartoli's right.

-First of all, I must go back.

-They'll hang you.

We can't let them hang

the five old men.

-So let them hang me.

-No.

Besides, it'll give us time to prepare.

-Your father disappoints me.

-He'll never surrender.

I should have thought his arrogance...

...would never allow others

to hang for him.

Let the execution proceed.

Stop. Wait.

-Let him pass.

-Let him pass.

Hold the rest.

-Send the boy away.

-No.

-There's no reason for him to see this.

-I think it will be a good lesson to watch.

That's why you're here, isn't it?

I've given up trying to fight you,

Ulrich, as a man.

Last night, my best friend was killed

along with the troubadour and skinner...

...to save one man from hanging.

Now there's five.

Release the five men.

Have you anything to say

before I hang you?

No.

Yes, wait.

Since you're here, Rudi, I want you

to learn the right lesson from this.

A man can't live by himself alone.

I was wrong.

But a man who has friends...

...like the three

who aren't here today...

...who are willing to risk their own lives

for someone else....

A man who has friends like that

will never really die.

You're going to learn

a lesson too, Ulrich.

When you kill a man,

you've done the most anyone can do.

And it's not enough.

Because a man

who knows what he's dying for...

...only seems to die.

Hang him.

No. No, Ulrich, not because of me.

Do you have to hang him?

Please, Ulrich, isn't it enough

for your pride of empire?

Proceed with the execution.

No, you can't do it!

Hang him.

The body may be claimed at dusk.

Take the outlaws to the dungeon.

Believe me,

I can quite understand...

...your attraction to a lusty animal.

I'm afraid it's a family trait.

You will forget him,

find yourself another.

-I'm going back to Germany, Ulrich.

-I don't think so. Not yet.

You haven't served your purpose here.

Or had you forgotten why you came?

-The buzzards are out already.

-Trust the Hawk to find death.

Now, pretty birdies,

don't be unreasonable.

Fly back over the body once more.

Just once more.

Just till Ulrich leaves the square.

Fly you mangy,

ugly-faced monstrosity. Fly.

Keep your grimy hands off me.

Before you make trouble for yourself,

let me warn you :

It might be worth your while

to inform your master...

...the Marchese

Alessandro di Granezia...

...would like to discuss a wedding.

Good mother,

could you direct the poor players...

...to the castle

of Count Ulrich of Hesse?

I can direct you to the devil.

Follow the marsh road

and the smell of death will lead you.

You know, I'm hungry.

You're all right.

Get me out of this contraption.

-There we are. Easy.

-Get the noose.

Must be an easier way of dying.

Plans are made for tomorrow morning.

The city's ready.

Shall we go?

Dardo can eat while we bury him.

Send the lady Anne to us immediately.

You may go.

Now, what are the details

of this uprising, Alessandro?

Tomorrow morning while you

are attending Allhallows services...

...a group of peasants will present

themselves at the castle bearing gifts.

A gesture of humility and defeat.

Once inside the castle,

they plan to overcome the guard...

...raise the portcullis,

lay siege to the castle...

...and be ready to meet you

on your return.

And who is to lead

this gallant little band?

The old man? The apothecary?

The philosopher?

Little Papa Pietro or his nagging wife?

You see, I know them all.

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