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- Of course you, fair lady.

Everyone has been whispering

that the Widow Hanna

has a suitor.

But who is it?

Everyone compliments you

on your choice.

- Now I understand...

- He is wealthy, and well bred.

The Cupbearer has sent him.

What irony. This is exactly

what I've been waiting for!

For God's sake,

she's fallen in love!

Look how she sighs and glances

at me. Is she mad?

I'm irresistible, I know.

Like all women,

she must fall

in love with me.

It's my curse.

But this is no laughing matter.

The Cupbearer

will have my head.

No, I can't let it go on

any longer.

May I then congratulate

the Cupbearer on the good news?

So he's the one?

Why do you doubt me?

Have I ever lied to you?

- Yes, you have.

- But this time...

- I'm telling the truth.

- Why such curiosity?

What if the Cupbearer,

madly in love, charmed with your beauty,

fell down on his knees

and begged for your hand?

He would be happy

with the answer.

How can you be so calm when

the Notary has just

declared war on us?

He'll see for himself

who he's tangling with!

Go stop them!

- What's up?

- He's repairing the border wall!

He's hired 3 masons.

How dare he! I will beat them up

and knock down the wall.

Down to the ground!

- To the ground...

- I swear!

Take the servants and go!

If the masons

don't obey, use force.

You're trembling.

I'm so eager to fight.

But first

would you listen

to my new ode?

What?

It's an ode to peace.

Perhaps the Muse will calm your ire...

Stop it. Stay there.

...or I'll end up

all black and blue.

My dear mason,

I respectfully request

that you stop building this wall,

or you might get hurt.

Though I have much respect

for the artistry

of your craft, I humbly advise you

masons here present

to go to hell.

Nothing gets through

to them!

Are they deaf, or what?

Grab them by the neck

and pull them from the wall!

Quietly and nicely,

with no trouble.

Don't worry,

I'm right behind you.

Get out!

Get lost!

Wait!

What's going on?

My master doesn't want

the wall finished.

That's right. I ordered it,

and I have the right.

Stop the work!

- What right do you have?

- The wall should remain as it was.

Dear neighbor

don't be so unreasonable.

The wall must be finished.

Over my dead body!

Finish your job, my friends.

Pay no attention

- to what he says.

- Is it war you want?

My dear neighbor!

Stop acting like a bandit.

What did you say?

- Beat them up!

- I am with you,

Master mason.

Do not be afraid!

Let them interfere!

Let them strike you!

It's not the end

of the world!

I will take the case to court

and the Cupbearer will rot in jail!

Get me my gun!

I'll shoot the louse. Hurry!

That does it.

Pay them

for their efforts.

But disarm them.

That's it for today.

You, get out of my way,

or I'll beat you to a pulp!

I'm anxious to do it.

How many of you are hiding there?

Come out here!

Out the hole,

you scoundrels.

Cowards! I will tear

the whole castle down!

Why should I go back there

if you're going to

tear it down tomorrow?

Take me captive and keep me here.

- You surrender?

- I do, sir.

- You heard of my courage?

- Naturally.

- Afraid of me?

- Terribly.

- You'll do as I say?

- Yes, sir.

- Who are you?

- I'm right here.

- What are you then?

- I'm... I'm...

- What do you mean?

- I am my master's emissary.

- The Notary's?

- Indeed.

How very interesting.

Any old nobleman

as soon as he pays

his debts,

feels he must hire

an emissary.

No wonder so many

noble owners

end up servants

to their own clever emissaries.

This prisoner will make

the Cupbearer very glad.

Maybe when he sees him

and hears of my bravery,

Klara will finally be mine.

- Let's go, prisoner.

- Coming, sir.

Well, foreman darling, speak up.

Everything must be documented.

In such hard times such beating

is a gift from God.

We'll profit

from every punch.

- All know you got mugged.

- Not that bad.

- You've been beaten.

- Not really.

What? They were

obviously beating you.

- Just some elbows...

- Nothing to complain about.

- An elbowing doesn't tickle.

- Well, true.

- It wasn't a caress.

- Well, true.

- So it's a beating, then.

- Certainly.

If somebody takes a stick

to your back, you're being beaten.

And if you're being beaten,

you'll end up beaten up.

You're right.

Being beaten is beaten up.

So you were beaten,

that is obvious.

It seems so.

- Injured?

- Not at all!

- Not at all, my friend?

- Oh, no.

Not a scratch? A bruise?

- We might have one or two.

- And a scratch, obviously,

is a small wound.

Well, yes.

Small or large,

a wound is a wound.

And where do wounds come from?

From an injury.

So if somebody has a wound,

his body is injured.

A scratch is an obvious wound.

So you are wounded,

deprived of bread and work.

Oh, come on!

Deprived, my darling.

You won't get any work from me.

Injured, deprived of bread

and work,

- a wife, 4 children...

- No children.

- No wife.

- You're young. You can have them.

- True enough.

- The complaint is finished.

You will testify that Cupbearer

tried to kill me. He went mad

- and shoot at me.

- I didn't see.

- Called for a gun.

- Didn't hear.

He called for a gun,

but to shoot a louse.

Shoot a louse...

Enough!

I'll find witnesses elsewhere.

Come here...

Closer.

Put down your mark.

Michal Kafar.

Down a bit.

Yes, yes!

Maciej Mietus.

Lovely!

There's money in it for you.

Cupbearer will have a fit.

I humbly request...

- What about our money?

- Cupbearer will pay for everything.

That's not right.

- You won't lose out.

- But we worked here...

Go with God,

or I'll throw you out!

- But our pay...

- Anyone would say!

Out, or I'll smash you!

God be with you,

my good men.

I will get rid of the Cupbearer

even if I have to

pawn my clothes.

He'll try to sue me...

but my plan

to steal the Widow Hanna

for my son will hurt him more

than any court sentence.

I'm exhausted,

I can hardly walk.

What a workout!

I fought like the devil!

I'm barely alive!

Order some wine,

good wine.

My mouth is dry

and I'm all sweaty.

- Who could ever appreciate that?

- I saw what you did.

You did?

- Wasn't I amazing?

- Amazing at hiding.

A good warrior

can fight anywhere.

What nerve!

It took a lot of nerve

to fight so fiercely.

You're lying,

dear, dear sir.

You've got to hear this.

Trying to take the scaffold,

I leapt so nimbly

I landed on the other side.

Surrounded by

thousands of masons,

servants, soldiers.

I grabbed two of them by the hair,

spun them around in the air

and mowed down dozens

with each sweep

until there was

a hill of corpses around me.

When it reached the top of the wall,

I marched back to our side.

And then...

Oh, enough!

And on top of it all,

I took a prisoner.

Now, I await my reward.

Say what?

I've captured

the Notary's emissary.

What do I need him for?

Brave men like me

take prisoners.

May God be with you,

and tell your master

that if he dares

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