Flesh+Blood Page #6

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- My lady.

- Our lady.

He'll pay you in gold...

- if you don't harm me.

- Gold?

- This is the only gold I need.

- Let me go!

She's in red! Take it off!

- We'll take her with us!

- We like her!

- Who's first? A virgin!

- Are you sure?

Rape her!

She's mine now.

Kars, look what I've got.

Come on, help me, my dear.

- We'll split her open.

- She's all yours, Summer.

- No!

- Hold her down. Pull on her legs.

Help me with my trousers. Come on.

Who's next?

Lift her.

Hold her real tight.

Spit.

Let's see if this angel bleeds.

Move her.

Show me your face.

Look at me. Show me your face.

First him, then me.

Take her.

Go ahead, scream.

You won't get me to scream.

If you think you're hurting me,

you're wrong.

I like it.

Do you?

I'll take you.

Martin, she's f***ing you.

Look at this. Martin's being raped.

Don't get hurt.

I can feel you.

I bet you can.

Go on, love. Go on, my brave soldier.

- My brave soldier.

- Will you stop that?

Have you finished?

I have.

No. Please, only you.

I want only to be yours. Please.

Next.

- Kars, finish her off!

- Kars, get them out of my way.

Fire!

Cut that!

Saint Martin is on fire!

- Mama, Saint Martin!

- It's moving.

- It's a sign.

- It's moving.

- It's a sign, Cardinal, is it not?

- Yes, it points to the future.

- It's telling us to go.

- Go where? How do you know?

Don't you see?

If Saint Martin points that way,

we go that way now.

Martin, why can't we just stay here

and enjoy what we've got?

I'm not going anywhere.

I want my share now, and f*** the rest.

Saint Martin orders it!

And it's an order that must be obeyed!

- It's a very clear sign to me, Miel.

- Come on then, let's go.

Everyone, let's move it.

Come on, we're moving.

Come on, Polly.

- Load the wagons.

- Let's go.

A victim of the plague. Move aside!

- Cover your mouth.

- That doesn't help a damn.

They say you can get the plague

from putrid air.

They'll tell you a lot of nonsense.

When people aren't sure,

they make things up.

What's that?

You! Wait a moment.

Captain, Agnes' dress.

Where did you get this?

Where did you get the dress?

- Leave her alone!

- This dress, where did she get it?

This was no dress, just rags.

She found them on an old campsite.

They ripped it off her, Captain.

The foul scum.

Where did you find it, my dear?

- There were wagons, were there not?

- In which direction did they go?

- Come on girl, speak.

- Yes. Why don't you say something?

Open your mouth, child.

Some soldiers...

big fellows like you,

raped her when she was a child...

and then cut out her tongue for fun.

Come, my friend.

We'll learn nothing here.

Summer, any new sign?

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