Flesh+Blood Page #5

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By God, you should...

Meeting my bride.

- And where is your bride?

- I don't know.

They've kidnapped her.

I want her back, Hawkwood.

We must go after them, you and I.

My soldiering days are over, Steven.

I bought my freedom at great cost

from your father.

I need you, Captain.

My father's badly wounded, and I'm

no soldier. You've got to take command.

I have served my time, my boy.

And now there is Clara.

- And there are seedlings to be planted.

- Seedlings?

My father's half-dead.

My bride has been captured.

And you're babbling on about seedlings?

Damn your bloody seedlings!

I don't give a sh*t!

The woman is insane, Hawkwood.

She attacks people for no reason.

Damn you.

She was provoked to this by your son.

She's dangerous. A lunatic.

I'll have her locked up.

She's neither dangerous, nor a lunatic,

and you know that.

Yes, but I'll have her committed anyway.

- You couldn't.

- Captain...

you've been in his service long enough

to know how convincing my father can be.

You're as tough as I am.

If need be.

We're rich!

It's beautiful!

Dance for me. Dance!

- That's mine. Give it to me.

- Come on, give it back to me.

- No, it's mine!

- No!

There is no "mine" and "thine" anymore.

We're all the same.

As a token, we should wear the same.

I like that.

- Why don't we all wear the same color?

- Yeah.

- We'll all wear red.

- Yeah!

- I wanna be a red soldier.

- I hate red!

- Red's for whores.

- Look who's talking.

You spread your legs

at the shadow of any passing man.

I'm Martin's woman now.

- Isn't that right, Martin?

- That's right.

You'll always be my woman.

Take that off,

and I'll get you a nice red one.

- That suits you, Little John.

- Thank you.

- You're gonna go like that?

- Look at my red jacket.

- I want red stockings.

- All alike, all red.

That's too small. Give her a bigger one.

Here you go.

All red. All alike.

- Look at that one.

- Yes, this one, you little bugger.

Am I beautiful?

Hush, soldier. Don't tell them.

I beg of you.

My family is rich.

They'll give you money.

All of the money you want.

Please.

Don't betray me, soldiers.

I have money. Look.

Why are you so scared?

Everything is predestined.

Life runs its own course.

Look at this little angel!

Saint Martin has sent us

a little angel to play with.

- An angel for Summer.

- And for me! We share everything.

Here, angel, I'll show you heaven.

Give her to me, Summer.

I'm mad about angels.

- Put me down!

- Give me a slice of her!

Dance, little angel!

- Give me a slice of her.

- Don't you touch me!

Touch you? Nobody's touching you.

- I'll see that you get money.

- Money? We have money, little one.

My father-in-law is Arnolfini.

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