01x06 - Episode 6

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How dare you?

How dare you lie to me?

How dare you kidnap

my daughter?

- Father

- Just shut up.

- I'll deal with you later.

- No

What?

Well, let's deal with it now

dear daddy.

No one kidnapped me.

I left to be with my man.

This brave knight

saved us from disaster.

We knew you wouldn't believe us

but the threat was so much

bigger than you thought.

What threat?

Moena.

The Turks invaded

your lovely village, daddy.

Barbarians, leftover from Vienna.

They, they burned men

put their heads on pikes.

They snatched

what belonged to you.

We knew how embarrassing

it would be for you

if the word got out that there

had been an unholy alliance

a Satanic rebellion

right under your nose.

Turks and witches.

Their commander.

I ripped it off

his chest myself.

And the witch

is where she belongs.

In your dungeons.

We did good, daddy.

We saved your village

and your good name.

Burning the witch

will be good entertainment

for our wedding, tomorrow.

After all

It is what you promised me.

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- It's all good, it's all good.

- Hero of Moena!

The princess is fine.

No worries.

We shall and her majesty

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Thank you.

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- My people

- Hero of Moena

- Today is a joyous day.

Because this poor, orphan Marco

has asked the mighty

Prince of Trento

the Bishop of the Holy Roman

Empire, Francesco di Paolo

for his daughter's hand

in marriage.

Tomorrow!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

- Hero of Moena!

Heroic knight

the dragon of the empire

your men were just about

to battle to the death.

When a witch comes

between them

Don't forget, children.

Love nourishes your foes.

Keep in mind.

This is his plan and

we'll stick to that plan.

God, bless him and his brothers.

I might have tricked you

just a bit.

But darling, I am not

your girl next door.

I am also an emissary of God.

You have no idea the sort of

responsibility that goes with that.

You, on the other hand

don't get along so great

with the big man upstairs.

"Flectere si nequeo superos

Acheronta movebo"

Oh, dear!

Did you just cast a spell?

Funny how my Latin tongue

just cut off.

I never did like that class.

It's not a spell.

It's a promise.

"If I cannot move Heaven

then I shall raise Hell."

You know what you and me

have in common.

- As far as I know, nothing.

- Here is one.

They hooked this everywhere.

Those bloody b*stards.

What else?

They sold me that bullshit

about promised lands

and gates to paradise.

Here they promise you the same.

Life is no more than a road

leading us to the other side.

Screw the afterlife.

It's about here and now.

You love someone

you build a life together

you have kids

and you hug them.

In this story, you don't have to k*ll

for honor or die to be happy.

That's a nice story, too.

One day, I might get myself

a part in that story.

I passed the point of too late

a long time ago.

I loved someone.

I had a daughter.

- You have a daughter?

- I did

in another life.

So

When do we fight?

So, did your girl make this plan?

An out-of-the-ordinary plan.

I liked it.

If it doesn't work out

it's a plan that would k*ll us all.

When we get back

I'll spend a lifetime for redemption.

I swear, I haven't been

to a mosque this much.

So, three of us will snap

at the entire city, huh?

Not just us three.

We are the whole village.

Each and every one of you.

Whether you are Christian, Muslim

pagan, child, woman

crusader, witch, priest

You are all my family now.

You all know what you have to do.

We will show the true face

of Marco to the whole Principality.

Tomorrow, we will end this.

Together!

Tonight, I'll be alone

in the alley by the church.

I'll be posing as a beggar.

If there is an emergency

it's where you'll find me.

The trap is set.

Can't wait to find out who that

c*ck-sucking, sh*t-eating rat is.

But first, we will let him work for us.

The Coronation of Poppea.

Are you familiar with Monteverdi's

latest opera, Father?

Ah, it's a story of a woman

who changes lovers.

In order to clean up her own mess

she is forced to betray

those who she loves.

Sir.

Apparently, you, too

have decided to switch allegiance.

The problem, for those

with divided loyalties

is having to prove yourself.

"The world wants to be deceived"

With an unprecedented gift

for your latest master.

Great pleasure, sir.

Marco has probably told you

- he is dead.

- Who?

Someone who no one

has managed to k*ll so far.

El Turco.

Marco's nemesis.

I'm listening.

He will be my gift to you.

Feeling lonely?

You are not here

to keep me company.

I am here to tell you

you are right.

Your traitor was here

a moment ago.

And he promised you

the Janissary?

So, do you believe me now?

That's him.

Get him!

Grab him!

- sh**t him! k*ll him!

- Thank you, Priest.

Do something!

For telling me

who k*lled Decebal.

Well, well, well

So this is the Turk

no one has been able to k*ll.

Leave us.

Not you, Priest.

You stay.

He's managed to delude

everyone but me.

How wise you are, sir.

Let us not forget the role

that I played.

I brought this man to you

at great personal risk.

- As you well know

- Prince Bishop Francesco di Paolo

Where I am from he is not known

for his courage but for his cunning.

He would never consent to a

one-on-one with the terrible Turk.

Unless the dear prince

has done some digging

and found out some things himself.

What things?

I have known all along

what that b*stard Marco

and my wh*re

of a daughter were up to.

And when I spoke to your witch

she confirmed my doubts.

You were waiting

for the right moment.

- You wanted a trump card.

- And that card is you.

Sir, by your leave if I may.

Stay where you are, dog!

It's too late to openly

oppose Marco.

The soldiers are on his side

and your own daughter is involved.

You can't speak openly.

Somebody else has to.

- What do you propose?

- It's simple.

Let us have our say

in front of everyone.

- By everyone, you mean

- Everyone

But the final decision must be with

me, the power must be with me.

You can keep your power.

Just let Gloria go.

Oh, the witch, the witch

A pack of strange bunch around

you, witches, b*stards, peasants.

I gave Marco a homeland, I gave

him power, I gave him soldiers.

And yet, here we are.

Turns out the man

is after my throne.

That's why I am speaking

with you, Turk.

No Gloria, no deal, Prince.

You are in love.

I was right.

How wonderful!

If all goes well, I'll leave Moena

alone as your witch requests.

But there are certain balances

that even I cannot upset.

I can assure fair terms

and a level playing field.

But if you want that woman

you're going to have to fight for her.

Do you understand

what I am saying, Janissary?

This wretch might know

something we don't.

- No, no, no, I know nothing.

- Leave him with me.

He is all yours.

You

You k*lled Decebal.

You k*lled my brother.

You, you don't understand.

I didn't k*ll him.

- Marco k*lled him.

- He gave the order.

You did the k*lling.

And it's been weighing

on my conscience every day since

- believe me, I

- I do believe you.

That's what is so strange.

What did Marco have on you?

What gave him the power

to turn a priest into a k*ller?

Marco was born in the village

in Moena

He was just a boy when his father

handed him over

to the merchant ships.

That's why your people found him.

You know Marco from Moena

from when he was a boy?

"Didn't I tell you not to go

and that you only I can know?"

"Didn't I tell you that in worldliness

rife I am the fountain of life?"

Did I not say that

if you are in anger with me

were to go one day a thousand

years across the sea?

That to me, that you shall return

and with me you shall reunite?

For my wedding day, I was

expecting something a little more

- cheerful.

- This is Mevlana Rumi.

Who is that?

A man who lost

his shining sun.

And, who did you lose, my love?

Oh, you've got everything.

You got the girl.

You are marrying her tomorrow.

You brought Moena to its knees.

You bested my father and you are

free of that guy, the barbarian.

- Hasan?

- Yes.

Hasan.

Of course.

I can see right through you.

Here.

You have more of him

than your future wife.

Who sometimes at night

you cry out his name

sometimes, there's hatred

in your voice

but other times

how do I say this?

There is love.

And as you are

crying out his name

I wouldn't lie to you

I have nightmares about him.

And because it's him

you dream of and not me

I reach for him

in my wettest dreams.

- Diana, what are you saying?

- I am saying

I might not know much

about your Eastern poets.

But there are some playwrights

I know well.

He has much to do with hate

but more with love.

Why then O brawling love!

O loving hate!

O anything, of nothing

first create?

I think what he is saying is

such great hatred can only

be born out of even a greater love.

It's not that simple.

- I shouldn't be telling you this

- You must tell me everything.

I miss him.

Oh, darling

You know

what you need to do.

That you

Tell me.

k*lling our loved ones just once is

it's not enough

Not so timidly!

Say it like a man!

Say his name.

Everyone who reminds me

I was once this orphan

everyone who knows me

as Mete.

Say it, to ensure our future

who must you destroy?

Say it!

Say it!

- Say it! Say

- It's the prince of flames!

Marco, you are hurting me!

No one can turn me

back into a sl*ve.

Stop it!

- Not Hasan, not the Prince.

- Stop it!

Not you.

Don't worry, my love.

I will say his name.

His name is

Marco Benedetti di Vicenza.

The dragon of Vienna.

The liberator of Moena

and the ruler of Trento!

O, ye!

O, ye! O, ye

They are coming.

The dragon of Vienna

and his angel of angels

Princess Diana are getting married

in a house of God.

- Why do you continue to obey?

- A guard is approaching.

Come closer, children.

Come closer

don't be frightened.

Don't be afraid.

And hear this from me.

The Turks are coming.

What now?

Now we wait for those f*ck

to get married.

Listen to the tale

of the terrible Turk.

They are coming!

They are coming!

The dragon of Vienna.

Swords!

I wanted to thank you.

I owe my marriage to you.

Can't help it, can you?

Can't help what?

You can't help thinking

what I have but you don't.

I'll tell you.

I am free.

You are not.

You know why?

Why?

Look around you, Princess.

These men, your husband-to-be

your father.

Men have different faces

but one voice.

They suck your milk

they grow in your arms.

You give them food, drinks

your whole body.

With kindness or with force, they

get into your bosoms at night.

But all that one voice is saying is

"Serve me, my dear little b*tch"

"Enjoy serving me, serve me

now and forever, woman"

"because that's all

you are good for."

- How dare you!

- I dare.

Because whether I am in love

or in the flames

Diana, I am a free woman.

Yes?

What about the Turk?

Oh, you should ask

your prince, honey.

Yes, he is marrying you

but you and I know

who holds his heart c*ptive.

Come on.

Let's get this over with.

Do the bride and groom

give their willing consent

to this marriage?

- I do.

- I do.

Is there anyone here who objects

to this marriage?

A horrific end is awaiting them.

Who can withstand

such dark forces?

Here.

Here.

The prince presents the intended

with four English stallions

from his personal stud farm

along with a Chianina bull

and finally, our prince who

generously took Orphan Marco

under his wing when

he was still young and alone

is giving the groom a new home

the village of Moena.

I swear, before God, to be true

to you in sickness and in health.

In good days and bad.

By the power vested in me by God

and His Holiness the Pope

I hereby pronounce you

Lower your weapons

all of you!

You are alive!

You are in my Court

state your name!

Are you mad?

What do you think he'll do

with a few peasants?

I am Hasan Balaban.

But in these parts

they call me El Turco.

El Turco?

you don't look

like a madman to me

considering I was told

you had died.

- My lord

- Hush, knight.

You'll get your chance.

What are you here for?

This man!

This man lied to you.

Everything he told you was a lie.

Moena didn't fall.

These villagers

They k*lled every last one

of his soldiers.

Is this true, Marco?

Did you lie to your Prince?

Speak!

Speak, my dragon!

Here and outside, a thousand

soldiers await my command.

I am a knight who

singlehandedly at Vienna

made it a living hell

for the Ottomans.

Nobody, not even the Prince

calls me a liar.

I know about the brand

on your wrist.

What?

The letter B

for blasphemer.

How did you find out?

He confessed.

Marco, Marco!

Marco!

Come here!

He was in the choir

had a beautiful voice.

He was a lovely child.

So pure.

And what happened

to that pure child, father?

Don't come any closer.

Enough, get away from me!

Marco, put the knife down

and come here, I said.

I'll stab you

if you come any closer.

Stay back!

I'll tell everyone.

Well, go ahead.

Nobody will believe you.

Help!

Help!

The boy is possessed.

He is trying to k*ll me.

I was scared.

I mean you must understand that

my feelings for him were pure.

I was just afraid that the villagers

wouldn't understand.

What did you do?

He was just a little boy!

What did you do to my brother?

He said all kinds of things.

Terrible things.

I said he cursed God.

I said the devil

passed through him.

I called him a blasphemer.

They branded him, here

with the letter B.

His father didn't want to do

anything more with him

and sent him away.

He was a wonderful boy.

I loved him, you know.

I missed him so much.

I know what that man

did to you.

Don't

Don't you dare tell them!

It won't hold much longer.

Today is the day, Giovanna

that I will keep my promise

to your mother.

No!

- It's Marco.

- Marco!

Good people of Trento.

My loyal men.

This Muslim scum

has dared to insult me.

I am the dragon of Vienna.

I am the husband

of Diana, the angel.

Nobody slanders our good names.

My lord, allow me to rid us

of this stain

in any manner that you do just.

The verdict shall be yours.

Listen to me, people of Trento.

Your leader, the Prince Bishop

is speaking.

Serious accusations

have been made.

So serious that I have been forced

to make a difficult decision.

The Turks, our mortal enemies.

What can possibly be more

terrible than them, you ask?

To which I reply

the traitors within.

Today, Marco Benedetti di Vicenza

stands accused of a terrible crime.

A crime so serious, that not even

I, on behalf of my daughter

am able to remove its stain.

We will stage the ancient

tradition of my ancestors.

The duties of a knight and his oath

to chivalry are enduring.

There are two men

by the power vested in me by God

and the emperor

I decree that these two men

shall fight for their honor

in a duel to the death.

Hasan

No!

You know this as*h*le

better than me.

Men like him always

pull a card out of the sleeves

at the very last minute.

When will he do that?

Just before he is defeated.

Don't forget that.

Take up your weapons.

Fight honorably.

The boy is possessed.

He's tried to k*ll me.

Is he dead?

Dead and disgraced.

Good.

Wait, Hasan.

Tell me one last thing.

That woman, Gloria.

Do you really

love her this much?

You'll have to set

my heart on fire.

That woman

she is my family now.

I am happy for you, brother.

Come, brother.

Let's be Ottomans together.

No, no!

She is my daughter.

Gloria!

Father, do something.

Until there is a victor

nobody leaves this arena.

Gloria!

She is my daughter.

Come.

Embrace me, brother.

I am the only family

you have left now.

There is no place for people

like El Turco in history books.

So, our tale will end

like it started.

with whispers.

In the end, everyone made

their way home.

The villagers, the villain.

Even the witch finally found

a place where she truly belonged.

And as for El Turco

He was last seen riding away

his honor restored.

But without his love

forever homeless.

Where is he?

Where is my son?