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Lions and greyhounds, let's march,
we are the Brancaleone army.

Lion, lion, lion, lion,
Branca, Brancaleon!

Branca, Branca, Branca,
lion, lion, lion!

Lions and greyhounds, let's march,
we are the Brancaleone army.

Lion, lion, lion, lion,
Branca, Brancaleon!

Branca, Branca, Branca,
lion, lion, lion!

Help!

Have mercy!

- What a stench!
- Are you telling me?

Let go of me! No!

Help!

No! Let go of me!

Stay under!

Dogs!

Run!

This chain mail shirt is for me.

- Leave it, it's my stuff!
- Hands off, it's my stuff!

Let go!

Let's throw him in the river. Help.

Let go!

Are they looking for me? No, help!
Damn you!

Who are they, thieves?

Poor me!

Open up, Abacuc!
We have things to sell!

- Open up or we'll set you on fire!
- Let's throw him in the fountain.

Lift it.

- Where are you taking me?
- Open or we'll drown you.

So skinny and yet so heavy!
Will you open or not?

- I'll open!
- Ah, you've made up your mind!

What do you want to do to me?
Don't set me on fire.

- Old man, look at this stuff!
- But it takes money.

Look at that sword, fine steel!

- Let me out and I'll talk.
- All high quality stuff.

- Look at this!
- Equipment of a great knight.

First touch and then pay.

This equipment is all dented.

- Where?
- Who will take it?

- It is a good deal for you.
- Not at all.

Let's be clear:
little I have, little I give.

- Stingy old man!
- And this one?

- What does it say?
- Holy angels!

- Do you know who you stole from?
- No.

From a knight,
Arnolfo Hand of Iron,

vassal of prince Ottone
the Troublemaker,

great vavasor of Saxony.

Damn you!
I wish I'd never seen you.

- But we killed him!
- Killed him?

- Yes, like a turnip!
- In a duel.

Then even with this
you can make a good deal.

- I'll read.
- Come on.

"We confer upon the possessor
of this parchment

the property of the town and of the
fortress of Aurocastro in Apulia,

and the vineyards, the herds
and all the riches attached.

The feudal knight
makes a great oath

to rule the city wisely
and eliminate the black danger

that comes from the sea with
the wind of the springs, when...

When... Wait.

- What danger?
- A piece is missing.

This can be worth at least 100 coins!

- How?
- Let's sell it!

- Sell it?
- To whom?

To a knight.

Him, with this scroll
could go to the fortress and take it.

Yes, let's find a knight, but let's not
sell him the parchment.

Let's go with him
and take possession of the land.

He will be our commander
and we will his army.

First he will swear to
share all the goods with us.

- You said it well.
- Good job.

To do this you need a proud knight
with the right looks

but who is hungry
for goods and land.

A knight without money,
as bad off as we are.

- It's true.
- Yeah.

- I know one of them!
- Yes?

Let's go to Civita, today there is
a tournament of all the knights.

Wait.

His tent.

Aquilante!

Aquilante, you are bad luck!

Come here and I'll give you
some sugar. Come here.

Here you are, ugly beast!

Now I'll catch you!

Damn you! Stop it!

Damn you!

Come, be good.

Come, my sweet,
I'll give you what you deserve.

Come.

- Here's your sugar!
- Does it really have to be him?

Knight, we have a rich offer for you.

"Me, Ottone
known as the Troublemaker,

by the will of God Prince
of the Holy Roman Empire,

great vavasor of Saxony

Duke of Battemberg and Pomerania

confer upon the possessor
of this parchment

the property of the town and of
the fortress of Aurocastro in Apulia

with the vineyards, the herds
and the riches tied to it.

The feudal knight
makes a great oath

to rule the city wisely and
eliminate... And so on, and so on."

We got this parchment
from a great and noble knight

who gave it to us on his deathbed.

Now we offer to you,
bold and spotless knight...

And also moneyless...

The fortune of taking possession
of the rich feud

and the fortress of Aurocastro

on condition
that you make the solemn oath

to share all the wealth
and goods with all of us.

- Do you know who I am?
- No.

You may have heard, I suppose,
the name of Groppone from Figulle.

Never heard of.

Groppone da Figulle was
the greatest captain of Tuscia

and I am the one who with a single
blow of axe cut him in two.

My name... Be careful.

My name is Brancaleone da Norcia!

Ulric, lord of these lands,

will give the winner
of this tournament

the title of great captain of arms,

as well as the hand
of his daughter Lucrezia.

Consider that Brancaleone da Norcia
already won the title

and the rich marriage,
so clear out, little men,

you and your miserable
Apulian feud.

Vineyards, cattle and fishy sea
to split in a half.

Also,
keep that in mind, old man.

Brancaleone from Norcia
never split anything with anyone.

Go!

Go, ugly beast!

Taking part in this tournament

are the knights Pavone Goto
cadet of Vetralla,

Marraldo of Sutri,
Maccone, tyrant of Sulmona,

Sire of Zagarolo,
Grifone called Greasyhand,

Brancaleone from Norcia.

The first clash will take place
between Grifone called Greasyhand

and Brancaleone da Norcia.

Present yourself
with helmet and shield.

What are you doing?

What are you doing, backing away?

Stop! Stop!

Stop, don't run away!

- Rascal, traitor!
- Coward!

Not my fault
but of the evil beast!

- Stop!
- Aquilante!

Coward! Stop and face me!

Come here and I'll show you! Damn!

- Slow down at least!
- Turn the other way.

Where would this fiefdom be?

The man at my service does not fear
rain nor sun nor fire nor wind!

But what service?
We are all equal.

Silence!

I am your leader, but you owe me
obedience and dedication.

Our path will be strewn
with sweat, tears and blood.

Are you ready for so much? Answer.

- Yes.
- All right.

Are you ready to die fighting?

We will march for days,
weeks and months,

but finally we will have castles,
riches and females with big tits.

- Taccone, raise the insignia.
- I don't have one!

Good, and you raise it high anyway!

And you yokels,
stand in the shadow of it,

get out of the mud,
that I will make an army

out of you five...
- Commander, we are four.

And I will make of you four
a fast and bold army

that is both greyhound and lion
at the same time.

Forward towards Aurocastro,
in the heart of Apulia.

Let's go.

Go, my brave ones, march!

Go!

Follow me!

Where is he going?

This way!

- Give way.
- You give way.

No, you have to give way,
I am a knight.

And what am I? Have you seen
my army or you have no eyes?

- Just as you have a tongue.
- Then you lack brains.

Maybe, but not the heart.
On foot or on horseback?

On horseback no! On foot.

My name is Brancaleone da Norcia.

I am Teofilatto of the Leonzi.

Byzantine family descending
from Bicephalus I.

I see you and I mourn you.

Taccone.

Show him who we are.

Holy angels!

- A truce?
- You want a truce?

What about you?

Truce.

Axe?

Axe?

Axe.

Squire, axe.

Blocked!

- Will it last much longer?
- Careful!

Truce.

Damn you!

And now the swords.

On guard!

Let's light a fire,
this will take long.

- Is it ready?
- Wait a moment.

Do you give up?

- The spleen.
- No, no.

There's the liver there.

Yes?

- It often hurts.
- Boil some wood sorrel.

Chicory, cauliflower,

mallow, fennel, all together...

Drink it on an empty stomach.

Is it a good remedy?

It bubbles up inside you,
like rinsing a barrel.

Then from behind you
a great fire comes out...

And you're healed.

It's getting dark here.

Here, this is Abacuc, the Jew.
Treasurer of the troop

and great master of markets.
At my service.

Greetings.

A thought occurred to me.

Although you are greatly pretentious,

you seem to me to be very poor.

My family is very rich
and would pay well for my life.

So I think...

I offer myself to you as a prisoner

and to my father's mansion we go
to demand a ransom in gold

which we will divide in two.
Then we will part ways.

And where would be located
this mansion of yours?

Far away... No, there, to the west.

But shouldn't we go
to Aurocastro?

Aurocastro does not run away.
Let's get the golden ransom.

- Quickly, let's go.
- Who are you? Friar Bonfuck?

- But where has my horse gone?
- I order you to go.

We shall march and take possession
of our fiefdom

as it is written in the scroll.

And of such a destiny
you must be worthy

with obedience,
decorum and dedication!

Where is the flair
of the man of arms?

Away with the great filth,
away with the hanging rags,

the pots and the furs!

Discipline!

We are the Brancaleone army!
For the blood of Judas!

Easy with Judas!

Hey, wait for me!

My horse has escaped!

- I'm coming with you!
- To do what?

I am your prisoner,
I must follow you.

Listen well.
You are free of all obligations.

Be on your way
and disturb us no more.

Set the pace.

The hard-headed Byzantine
still follows us.

Don't give him any attention.

Hey! A city.

- And what can it be?
- It is certainly San Cimone.

Or Bagnarolo.

Or Panzanatico.

Or another place I don't know.

- We'll spend the night there.
- Okay.

Close ranks.

I don't like this silence.
Stop, evil beast.

Let's proceed with caution.

- Abacuc, you cover our buttocks.
- And who is behind?

Silence.

There is no one here.

It's dead in here.

And it smells like death.

Stop.

Did they all flee when we arrived?

Peasants always flee
at the sight of weapons.

People, by right of conquest,
take what you find.

Make yourselves new,
so we can arrive to Aurocastro

well dressed and shiny. Go!

- Let's sack!
- Hurray!

Use fire and iron.

The Brancaleone army
leaves its terrible mark!

Holy Virgin of the desert skies!

Hams, mortadella, culatello...

On the mandola
my song flies away.

We enjoy, we sin.

What is death?
What do we have left to live?

Bite.

Let me kiss you.

Where do you want to go?

Give yourself to me, take me,
take me and give yourself to me.

Take me and give yourself to me,
let's enjoy and sin.

Your skin is burning.

Love fever? I want it too.

- No! Not on that bed!
- Why?

- Give yourself to me, take me.
- No, my husband died there.

- When?
- Yesterday.

Yesterday? What ailment?

Of the great disease
that takes us all: the plague.

Away! Away!

Help! Help!

- The plague!
- What did you say?

- The plague!
- That's what the stench was!

- Let's run away!
- We can't pass here!

- How do we escape?
- Let's follow Aquilante.

He knows the ways of escaping.
Go! Run!

- We're all infected!
- Follow Aquilante!

- We'll die! Let's run away!
- Go! Away!

- Damn city!
- Run!

What a bad meal we had!

Come on, old man, faster!

- Careful or the chest will break.
- Are you still carrying that chest?

- Enough with that chest!
- It will break.

Holy angels!

Stop! Wait, brothers!

It's useless to run!

Death...

Death is already on us.

Damn you!

I wish I'd never seen you!

You'll be happy now.

It's true.

- You didn't come into the city.
- You didn't want me.

You knew about the plague
and you didn't tell us.

Stop!
Stay away or I will pierce you.

Worm from Byzantium, we are sick
and you are laughing at us.

- I'll get you sick!
- No!

Catch him! Grab him!

Spit on him!

Give him the drool of the great
contagion, the disease!

Spit on him!

- Take the disease.
- Take it!

That too, I'll anoint you.

No! Stop, Christians!

If you don't want to suffer
our own misfortune.

- We are seized by plague.
- The plague...

The great contagion!

Lucky men!
I bring you salvation!

Join us
and your lives will be spared!

Follow me and the terrible disease
will not touch you!

Take your weapons
and come with me to the Holy Land

to liberate the Holy Sepulchre and I
promise to save your body and soul!

You will be clean
if you will clean the world!

From every disease will be mend
those who come to the Holy Land!

Come, soldiers of the faith,

come with me in joyful array!

All to the Holy, to the Holy,

to the Holy Sepulchre!

God wants it!

From every disease will mend
those who will come to the Holy Land.

- I'm going!
- Prudence!

Before following him
let's ask for a written guarantee

for the healing of everyone.
- What sayest thou, son of Judah?

- And Aurocastro?
- Never will we get there.

What do you prefer, brothers?

The certain death or what
the holy monk promises us,

that is our lives saved
in the Holy Land?

Let's follow them.

Let us move, brothers,
uplift our hearts!

To the Holy Lands!

Come along, Aquilante.

- Why are you here?
- I have gout and kidney disease.

Zenone, the good monk,
has assured me I'll heal.

We go to Taranto
where armies and ships gather

and then we go to Jerusalem
to fight against the Africans.

Right,
we will fight shoulder to shoulder

in the Holy Land.

What about you, guys?

You have lost one arm.
In which battle?

At Battilonta?
Or at Sutri, against the Suevians?

At his house, where he found me
embraced with his wife

and cut off my arm.

After that, repentant and friends,
we left that pig

and we both left with the
monk Zenone for the Holy Land.

- I understand.
- Now I bring this big stone

for more penance.
- All right, everybody to fight!

All to the Holy Lands!

- My good one, why are you with us?
- He is a leper!

Stop! Come close.

One side by side with the other!

Transit the bridge
in a Langobardic line!

You pass first, it seems unsafe.

Men of little faith!

How can you fear
that the bridge will not hold us

if the hand of God is holding it?

Remember Thomas,
the doubting apostle?

Let us remember and pass!
Forward, cowards!

You, Abacuc,
who are very light, go first.

Go!

Go, in a Langobardic line,
that the hand of God holds us.

Go, Teofilatto. Remember Thomas.

They do not remember Thomas.

- Follow me!
- Go, come on.

- And fear not!
- Have faith in the bridge.

- I am here with you.
- Hurry up.

Sing along the way.
How big is the goal?

Big!

- Man of little faith.
- Come, Sheepo.

Cross it.

Come on, do not doubt,
be merry!

God has raised his hand.

But why did he raise his hand?
Do you know?

- No, Father, we do not know.
- For impurity lurks among us!

Some among us have no faith!
Who has no faith?

- We all have faith.
- Almost all of us.

- Him.
- Who? Who do you point to?

- No, I have my faith.
- Of course, he has it.

- Of course, his faith.
- We are all friends.

- That's right, we're good friends.
- Horror!

- Are you perhaps a heretic?
- No, I'm a Jew.

We held a snake in our chest!
This is the cause of our misfortunes!

- To the baptism!
- To the baptism!

Let's baptize the unclean!
He will be purified!

To the waters!
To the waters of salvation!

To the lavacre for purification!

Please, I can't!

- It's not right at my age!
- Go down!

Aren't you happy anymore, old man?

- Down!
- I will drown!

Today is Saint Peaceful's day

and thy name shall be Peaceful.

Rise up, warrior pilgrims!

You cannot sleep when it is time
to thank the Lord!

On your feet!

We thank the Lord!

Now what? Another bridge?

We thank the Supreme
who makes the way to salvation

bustling with obstacles.

Get in line. Follow me.

So, with what spirit
will you fight in the Holy Lands

if you don't even have
enough to cross a bridge?

What are you afraid of?
We are clean now.

There is no danger
since the heretic has been purged.

- Then let him pass first.
- Cowards!

Cowards!

Sing and pass,
I will give you an example.

It is strong.

Look!

God wants it, look at it.

- Here is the proof.
- Where are you going, good father?

Damn you!

- What now?
- Let's go back. No?

- And the plague?
- We are clean, the monk said it.

He is gone. Who has given has given,
he who has had has had.

Did you forget the vote? We have to
go to the Holy Land, God wants it.

Calm down.

He is right.

Him. We are released from the vote

and if from every fact
we must draw its meaning,

then it is this:
God does not want it.

No, he doesn't want it.

So we resume the march,
forward towards Auroca...

Do not mention the place
or they will be after us.

Yes, that's right.
All right, men, be free.

- Be free.
- You're free to go.

Go, Aquilante. Peace to you all,
every man for himself.

Hey, you, where are you going?

- Just like that, aimlessly.
- Are we coming?

- No, you go aimlessly too,
but somewhere else. Let's go!

Soldiers!

Come here! Run!

For Diana!

Help me! Let go of me!

Help me!

Follow me, my fighters!

- Holy Virgin, help me!
- Stop, you scoundrels!

- Help!
- Stop!

Rescue me!

Young people, when I say to you:
"Follow me, my fighters."

you must follow me and fight.

If not, we are just kidding.

Thank you, my savior.

My name is Matelda.

I owe you life and everything.

My guardian!

My guardian!

How ruthless...

- Are you a knight?
- Yes.

This is my pupil, Matelda,

who is going to marry the noble duke
Guccione of Rampazzo.

If you are a knight of the sword,

you know the code of honor.

I entrust her to you.

Be her father and mother,

her nurse and sister,
her shield and support,

watch over her life

and, above all,

watch over her purity.

Swear.

- Sword. Give me the sword.
- Do you feel sick?

I swear.

My little Christians, aren't we
going to Aurocastro anymore?

- Don't worry, it's on the way.
- No, it's 4 more days of walking.

Take her to her promised groom

and I will give you a rich reward.
- And how much?

- 100 gold pieces.
- Make it 150.

- Abacuc, before death....
- Ah, sure.

- And where are they?
- In a secret place.

In a secret place.
Where? In what place?

Lift up my beard.

Do it.

Do it.

My guardian!

Damn you!

Be careful, Christians!

- Let go!
- No, don't let go, drop slowly!

Come on!

Hey! Has he arrived?

- Get out!
- Are we down?

Up!

- Forward.
- Whose turn is it?

Let's lower the child.

I'm afraid, you come too.

Issa.

Here.

Hold on tight.

- Lower.
- Slowly.

Slowly down.

Next to you I feel comfortable.

Will it be the same
with my future spouse?

- What do you say?
- How is this Guccione?

He is blond, dark haired,

or what?
- I don't know him.

The groom I've always dreamt of

must be tall, strong
and good looking, like you.

What's going on with you? I can hear
your heart beating very fast.

Stop!
The rope got tangled up there.

- Lower!
- It got tangled up there.

- You do not fear.
- I am not afraid.

Hold on tight, I got this.

Be brave, let go of yourself.

The little chest.

My father, Baron of Norcia,

died when I was 9 years old.

My mother remarried
an evil man,

who, greedy for my possessions,
handed me over to a henchman,

a man good with the dagger,
so that he'd kill me.

But he didn't. Taken by remorse,
he abandoned me in a forest,

where I survived alone

and grew free and strong
like a leopard.

Arrived at the age of 20,
I presented myself at the castle

to claim what was mine,
but in the meantime,

my mother and stepfather
were dead

after squandering things
and every possession.

In fact when I said:
"I am Brancaleone,

sole and legitimate heir
of everything they had",

the police captain shouted:

"Good, and you will pay the debts.
Grab him."

So I brandished my weapon,
I wounded two guards and fled.

Since then I have been
wandering and fighting.

Here! What are you doing?

- Are you looking?
- Why? Can't we look?

- No!
- I watch.

- No, you don't watch.
- No, we watch.

Because of the maiden
we cannot go to Aurocastro,

at least let her please us.
In fact, get out of my way.

Teofilatto of Byzantium,
how dare you?

- Behave!
- Your men are upset

because you move away from Aurocastro
to take me to Rampazzo.

They are men of arms,

quick to complain, but accustomed
to my iron discipline.

- They have a thousand reasons.
- What do you say?

I say that you must resume
your way.

What about you?

And I will go with you.

Scratch my back.

If you will let me, I will come.

We will have beautiful children
for the new house of Brancaleone.

I will be your faithful wife
and you will be a willing groom

because I see that you love me
as I love you.

I give you my purity, take it!

I beg you...

Don't tempt me! I gave my word!

Don't take me to Guccione.
I don't want him. I want you.

I am your little sheep.
Take me, lion.

- No... No!
- Then no one will have me!

Stop the child!

Matelda! Wait for me!

Stop, Aquilante! That's an order!

Stop, please, Aquilante!

Stop!

- Why don't you sleep?
- I'm not sleepy.

- You won't sleep tomorrow either.
- Why?

You will be given to Guccione

and new brides
confuse the day with the night.

Shut up, go away!

Wait!

I didn't want Guccione.

And he didn't want you.

Damn fool!

Because he took an oath
to keep you pure.

And I've decided to break it
this very night.

Weren't you in such a hurry
to take me to Guccione?

I'm ready, but you sleep too much.

Let's move, quickly.

Hurry up,
you have one minute of time.

There.

Why stop?
Let's continue the journey.

Guccione wants us as guests at
the wedding party, we can't refuse.

- Take my advice.
- We'll go tomorrow.

Come on, eat.

Guccione
is an obscene and filthy man,

and yet he will be the first to pick
that flower. Does that sound right?

- It may be that he is not the first.
- What?

If you picked that flower
when she offered it to you....

Maybe you're right,
but what could I do with it?

Let's take the weapons we have
left in the court and leave.

What's all the fuss about? Drink.

Come, let us retire, my sweet bride.

- Take my advice, let's go.
- It would not be courteous.

- Aren't you full of drinking?
- I want to drink to oblivion.

Let me drink it too.

Do you want a fruit?

I am talking to you.

Are you senile?

They retired to the wedding room.
The party's over, let's go.

Over? But no, it just started.

What do they say?
I will forget her with someone else.

Do you want to eat again,
or do you want me to eat you?

Would you like to taste me?

Taccone, throw me another fruit.
And pick it well ripe!

- Are you there?
- Go.

Yes, but not here
in front of everyone.

Let's go upstairs, there's a room.

- Let's go!
- I'm going to retire.

The good time has come.
Angiolona, come.

- Come!
- Stop! Who did this?

Who did this?

- Did what?
- Who abused her?

I want to know who did it!

- Him!
- No! I swear by the saints.

How can you say such an evil thing
of the one who suffered so much

in his own flesh to keep his word!

- Get him!
- To me, my brave ones!

- Branca, Branca, Branca!
- Lion!

Damn you!

Is it painted?

Stand back or I'll burn you!

Army! This way!

You are stepping on me! It hurts!

Brancaleone, over here!

Come to me, my followers!
Branca, Branca!

Help! Help!

I'm in pain!

Let go of me!

What about the 100 gold coins
of the guardian? Will you keep it?

Go! Away! That money
was for something you didn't do,

so we took it away from you!
Guccione was good to let you live!

Go away if you do not want
to end up like your commander!

He too will be caged
as a warning to the people

for days, weeks and months
until he is devoured,

like his predecessors,
by crows and falcons!

Out! Away from here!
And never come back!

- Commander!
- Are you all alive?

- Yes, it is us. Come!
- Good.

Good job,
my trusty ones, I had no doubt.

- Do you have any news of Matelda?
- No, we hope she's dead.

- Let me out.
- We'll see what can be done.

In the meantime, stay in there.

Help the old man, Taccone.

Mother of mine, how heavy it is!

Wait. No, take your hand away.

- Take your hand away!
- Holy angels, what a crash!

- They bite!
- Let's cross the ditch!

Yes, to the ditch! Away! Away! Go!

- Is it deep?
- No, it's shallow, I know it.

Good squire, I trust you.

- Where is the blacksmith?
- What do you want from him?

- One job, one cage to open.
- He's on the bridge, be quick.

Yes.

One, one and a half, two...

- Stop, blacksmith!
- Stop, what are you doing?

- Let go! Let go!
- Watch out!

- Hold on tight!
- I've got him!

I want to kill myself! I'm a cuckold!

- Don't let go!
- You're strangling me!

- Catch me!
- My wife has run away!

She ran off with a soldier!

- I'm a cuckold! I want to die.
- Pull, Mangoldo!

- Do you think about her?
- And who else?

- It's tender.
- Get away from me!

Why besmirch me like this?
It wasn't me who abused her.

When a female offers herself to you,
it is dangerous to reject her.

- She then revenges.
- But I could not take her.

She was for me pure
and unaware like a dove.

And I know for certain
that he gave her up unaware

to the vile deceptions of a tyrant.

If I'll see him I swear that I...

He did what you were supposed to do

if you were a better
connoisseur of females.

I swore to keep her pure.

Brancaleone of Norcia
will never wrong a virgin.

- Virgin? Whore, you mean.
- How dare you?

Worm of Byzantium! Lies!

Venomous mouth and cynical despiser!

- I'm going to get you now.
- Don't get upset.

Wait till I catch you,
you stinking sock!

Damn you again!

Here's the cage. Open it now
we have to leave again.

Hold this!

We hope that without stopping again,
we go straight to Aurocastro.

I can't wait to get there
to lie down on something soft.

Do you think we will have servants
at our service?

- Servants? Servants and servants!
- Christians!

Let's try to get soon
to the fortress.

I'm old and all beaten up.

And in need of a good night's sleep,
of a good meal,

drinking well and doing nothing.
- Where do you go?

- To a nice place, my asshole.
- We are the happy soldiers

of a noble knight, magnanimous
commander and splendid hero.

- Come with us.
- And when is he coming?

- Who.
- The noble knight, the commander.

- The splendid hero.
- It's him.

What are you doing now?

- Come back. Where are you going?
- To the river.

- Don't!
- Go away!

Miserable!

You need to apologize, you trash!

Are you mad at me? Are you still
upset for that dirty Matelda?

I damn you a thousand times,

Matelda is the last word
that you pronounced alive.

Here!

I'll pierce you!

- Matelda? Do they fight for her?
- Yes.

There's no point
in getting into a fight now.

- What do you mean?
- I saw Matelda crying.

- Where?
- On a wagon escorted by soldiers

of Duke Guccione!
They were going to a monastery

to lock her there forever.
- Aquilante!

To the monastery!

As fast as lightning.

Fucking stirrup!

- Where are you, Matelda?
- Stop him!

- A male with a sword!
- Matelda, where are you?

- Where are you hiding?
- Help!

I am here!

I am here and I am so generous
that I say to you,

follow me, come with me.

I don't want to know who was
that scoundrel who abused you.

Come with me
and we'll have a new life

and beautiful children,
everything that you wanted.

No.

I didn't understand the
meaning of the last word.

Too late.

I have vowed myself
to a far better groom.

What are you saying?

What are you saying?

I know I have done you a great wrong

and now I'm here to atone.

By now I can only love Him.

Forgive me.

Goodbye.

Matelda, follow me.

- Or I will...
- Kill me?

You can do it,
my pain would end sooner.

Chop off my head.

What do you feel, my lord?

Your lord, my sweet,
has suffered a big blow.

He had met the great love
on his dangerous path of man of arms

and had renounced it
to honor a promise.

You don't know, my dear,
what consequences it has had.

The sacrifices and pains that
my heart has had to endure.

Now your commander
will give you a valuable lesson.

Do you know what is
the reward of every human sacrifice?

Kicks in the butt!

From now on I will be called
the Bitter Knight.

I think so.

You too.

- Where do you go?
- This way.

- No, this way.
- And why this way?

- The wind comes from here.
- What's that got to do with it?

- Nothing.
- Do you know where we are?

Beyond the forest is my mansion.
I renew my offer.

I pretend to be your prisoner
and you will get from my father

a ransom in gold.
- Right.

So we'll buy clothes,
better weapons and horses.

- Let's go, people.
- So be it, Ostrogoth.

There's water over there. Let's enter
that Byzantine mansion,

neat and tidy as befits to this army.

To the washers, warriors.

You and you, especially.
Go wash yourselves.

All right.

- Come on!
- What unexpected faces.

- Who are they?
- The last dukes of Byzantium.

Precious and sick blood
mixed with itself.

Feverish limbs, sluggish to the
sword, but fit for the dagger,

dedicated to every intercourse.

People better lost than found.

What about that empty stall?

It is reserved for my father,
this is the hour of his prayer.

- Let's wait for him.
- I will ask your father

1,000 gold coins.
No, in fact, 2,000.

The pale but doable one, who is she?

My sister.

No, I mean the one on the side,
with the slutty face.

My mother.

How about my aunt Theodora?

She killed her husband
with a poisoned dagger.

- He had terrible spasms.
- Oh, copulate!

To please her lover.

Which one?

The one with the basin.

- His name is Shaft.
- Oh, copulate!

You have to drink
to the flame and spices.

You don't fear pain. I like you.

You are welcome.

I will cure your strong hand.

Go, she's a great lover.

But Shaft doesn't mind?

- Yeah, but what do you care?
- Me? Nothing.

- So what?
- By now... Lead the negotiations,

but with decorum. Don't be greedy.

- Here.
- I'll grate them very well.

My name is Brancaleone da No...

You know how to suffer,
do you also know how to love?

Of course,
it's been a long time since I've...

Pleasure and pain are one.

- I don't know, maybe.
- Do you want to do that?

- Sure, let's do it.
- Undress yourself.

Yes, let's do it!

Damn buckle!

Sure, let's do it.

- Let's do it, let's do it.
- Take this! Take this!

- What are you doing?
- Do you like it? Tell me!

Are you crazy?

Why are you whipping me? Stop it!

- Get your whip too!
- I'll take it, now I'll show you.

- Flog me! Yes!
- Byzantine! Take it!

Take it! More!

What are you doing, enjoying it?

- No! Not me!
- Take it!

I love you!
I love you!

- I love you!
- Stop!

I'm Zeffirino Abacuc,

master of finances
of Mr. Brancaleone,

who took your son
Teofilatto as a prisoner.

Says the ancient:
"Great value, great price."

And great is the value
of your son,

but as a tribute to your
tender heart of a father,

we will ask a small price: 3,000.

- 3,000 what?
- Golden coins. No?

Do you want to leave
your son as a prisoner

subjected to toil and beating?

A well hard fate, father's heart.

- Make it 2,000.
- No!

Take him away
and club him if it gives you pleasure

that will be my pleasure too.
- It's gone wrong.

He is the shame on our name,
the black sheep, thief and slacker.

He's a bastard son that I had
unwillingly from a servant.

Neither a penny of gold nor of tin.

- This is his price.
- Fine, but he's still your son.

Let's make 1,000 coins
this should please your happy loins.

You, despicable accomplices of him,

at the third sound
you must be out of here

or you will be pierced
with poisoned blades.

The poisoned tips!

Look! Damn you!
I wish I'd never seen you!

- Come on.
- Push the chest, I won't leave it.

Teofilatto, Abacuc!
How much did they give you?

Where are you going?
But why do you run?

- Danger.
- Hand to arms! Betrayal!

I'll cover your back.

- Don't stay inside!
- Hurry up!

- You didn't tell us you're a bastard.
- I didn't know it either.

- Then you are related to me.
- And me too!

Halt! I see smoke, be careful.

These are unknown and wild lands.

Go on reconnaissance.

- You and you, go! Quickly!
- Always us.

A bear?

Why there's a fire?

By the head and the ears,
it looks like a female bear.

Is it normal to you?

- Did you see that?
- That's Sheepo!

Shut up. Let's go up.

What do you want?

Shit!

- What are you doing?
- We thought you were dead.

- You're with a bear?
- Shut up.

Go!

- Have you seen her?
- Sure. But doesn't she bite?

No, she's good.

She found me in pieces on the shore,
she cured me

and took me into the cave
as if she were a maiden.

I'm not bad.
One day, I eat acorns and chestnuts,

one day, radicchio or frogs...

I mean, I get to survive.

Goodbye then and take care.

No, wait, I'm coming too.

But careful.

If she sees us, we'll get eaten.

- She's like an animal. Let's go.
- But...

- Sheepo, she's looking for you!
- It's her!

Go, go!

Run!

There she is!

The hand! Hold on to it.

Damn you!

Be good, I'm going with some friends!
I'll be right back!

Help!
Wait for me! Help!

Stop, better to stop here.

Let's go, gently.

You found a good excuse
for not walking, you old fox.

We're doing badly, little Christians.

No, it's just an indisposition.

Soon you'll be spry,
old Branca tells you so.

My time has come,

I don't even feel
the pain in my feet anymore.

Abacuc, so what if it does?

I think you're going to be fine.

I can't say whether you,
now that you pass away,

you will go to our paradise
of Christians

or to that of your people
and of your former God.

But surely I believe
that it will always be better

than this life that fate gave us.

I believe that too.

- You won't suffer the cold anymore.
- Nor the heat.

- Neither hunger nor thirst.
- Nor being beaten.

Neither frights.

But an always beautiful sky

and the little birds
on the branches of trees in bloom

and the angels that will give you
great loaves of bread

and cheese and wine
and milk in abundance.

And they say:
"You want it, old man? Take it."

"You want more?
Take, eat, drink, old man."

"Get full and sleep, old man."

"Sleep, sleep."

Lucky him!

Stop!

Look, men! Look!

That's Aurocastro!

Do you see my lands,
man of little faith?

What sound?

Zenone's bell.

Too soon you abandoned yourselves
to joy.

The monk has returned.

God wants it.

Who is this monk?

- It's a cow!
- It's a cow!

God doesn't want it!

Your penance is over!
Branca, Branca, Branca...

Lion, lion, lion!

Lions and greyhounds, let's march,
we are the Brancaleone army.

Citizens of Aurocastro,
open the doors to your lord,

came by imperial will to guide you,
protect you and administer you!

Open to Duke Brancaleone
of Norcia and Aurocastro

and his army!

I am Quaratino,
elder of the lordship.

This is the key to the city.
Follow me to the fortress.

I'll show you everything
that belongs to you. Let's go.

One moment, the imperial investiture.

No need, we will read later. Come.

We are happy that you are coming,
the time of trembling is over.

You are few, but gangly and tough.

We have to hurry, here are the
cellars. We left some wine.

If it's good, we'll drink it.

Behave!

We are all happy, peasants,
old men and little children.

We retreat and you,
show who you are.

- Men of Guts!
- Do you see anything?

A black sail!

Damn them! Every year they come
for the new harvest.

Give them a hard lesson
so that they never come again

to our shores to prey on us.

Thank you, knight, to you and to the
great vavasor of Saxony

who appointed you.
To arms, our defenders.

Beat them strongly, those oppressor!

To arms! God be with you!

But...

Beat what oppressors?

Saracen pirates!

That's why they wrote that
on the scroll.

The black danger coming from the sea.

They are the Saracen pirates
that come from the sea every year

to take all that they can.
- Of course it had to end this way!

- Silly me to come with you!
- Old Branca, we're screwed.

Friends, brothers, soldiers,
we have to do one thing.

- Run away!
- What are you talking about?

Only one thing we must do: fight!

This is our fortress
and of the people

that in us have placed
faith and hope.

Let's deserve the title
for which we came.

Taccone, my proud,
I appoint you first soldier.

Above you
there is Captain Teofilatto

and below Mangoldo,
as a simple soldier.

Zito, I will give you proof
of my esteem.

I have for you the good news.

I appoint you master of arms.

We have to make it through the night

so we'll discourage the enemy
and encourage the peasants to return,

to fight and triumph!
- The Saracens are arriving!

Run!

- The battering ram to break the gate.
- The gate is half rotten.

Do not tremble, men!

I have come up with a plan
that will defeat the enemy.

Come on!

Take away the wood
that covers the cellars.

Aquilante, where are you?
Come, I have a job for you too.

And you, Master Zito,

prepare ropes, hooks and spools.
Come here, Aquilante.

Keep calm, soldiers,
the gate can stand the first blows.

Calm. Calm.

Hey! What do you see?

- They'll do it again!
- Good, that's what I need.

You prepare
a large quantity of hay

which will have its function
as you will have your moment.

Now listen to me.

The Saracens throw themselves
with the ram against the gate,

confident that it will resist them.

The gate, on the contrary, will
open wide, like the arms of a lover.

And the Saracens,
driven by their own strength,

will plummet into the pit.

And Aquilante will pull the rope
that opens the door at your command?

Get your slingshot ready.

The evil horse,
struck by the hit of our slinger,

will move, you can be sure of that.

Master Zito, attention. Listen to me.

- Do you see the gate?
- That's all I see.

And that is enough.
When you see it open,

the pit will close, as a lid,

the cellar door will fall in,

you will cut the rope
with your good sword.

- Do you understand?
- Just right!

Sheepo, you will set fire to the hay

which you will quickly
throw into the pit,

so that the infidels may burn.

Teofilatto, Mangoldo,
stretch your bows.

The plan is admirably conceived.

Now it is up to us to put it into action
with promptness and precision.

Go, Taccone.

Be ready, my brave ones!

You've covered yourselves with shit,
now cover yourselves with glory.

- Commander!
- What happened?

- It wasn't my fault!
- Mangoldo, let's get him out!

- Who...
- Give me a hand!

Up! Quickly!

- Damn!
- Is it the great darkness?

Open up! Let's close ranks!

Open up! Heaven curse you!

I don't even know them!

My beautiful river
and my beautiful anvil!

Cursed be the scroll!

- And the Saracens too.
- Stop being annoying.

Always live as females,
at least try to die as men.

And this is dying like a man?

Oh my!

Teofilatto, look!

- And who are those?
- The Christian knights.

Hurry, saviors!

Long live Christianity!

Be careful, brothers!

Do not cut the ropes!

Let us thank the Holy Virgin!

- Thank you, you have saved us!
- God bless you.

Blessed one, I am your slave.

Glorious Knight,
without your valor,

I would not be here now
to thank you and to greet you

with all our people.
I am Brancaleone from Norcia,

master and lord of Aurocastro,
of its vineyards and herds.

Grant me, sweet lord,
permission to host you

to eat and drink at my castle.

What?

Nice end!

It's not the ending I'm complaining
about, but the beginning.

I was deceived by that parchment.

It's true, it was our fault
if we stay here.

Forgive us, Brancaleone.

What good is it now to recriminate,
brothers?

Let us love and forgive
in the hour of passing.

We love and forgive.

Listen, Brancaleone.

I too have greatly wronged you
and I want to confess.

Save your breath, brother,
nothing touches me now.

Let us love and forgive
in the hour of passing.

We love and forgive.

Listen,
I ask for your forgiveness.

It was me who abused Matelda.

Infamous traitor! Man of fraud!

Mud! Scum of Byzantium!

Come here, I'll kill you! Damn you!

- The bell of Zenone.
- No, it must be a cow.

Shut up!

- It's him!
- It's Zenone!

- Brother!
- Who is that?

- Zenone!
- It's him!

Stop, knight!

I don't know who you are

and why you want to set fire
to these men.

But their lives
do not belong to you.

- That's right, we belong to you!
- Listen, holy man.

- They betrayed and deserve death.
- Yes, they deserve it as we all do.

But not yours, but the one that
their Lord, who is also yours,

will give them. You shall be clean,
if you'll clean the world.

- I want to be clean!
- They made a solemn pledge

to come with me to the Holy Land
to fight the infidels

and no one
can take away a single man

to the crowd that wants to die
gladly for the Holy Sepulchre.

None!

On your knees, then, Christians!

- Kneel down!
- Kneel down!

- God wants it!
- On your knees!

Without fear, without fear,

without shoes, without money,

without a pitcher, without bread.

I didn't doubt you.

Come, my trusty.

The weapons to me.

All right, my tough guys.

Let's not be discouraged.

Chests out.

Arms straight, insignia high,

boldness!

We lost Aurocastro, but overseas
blood and glory await us,

like a wolf that jumps
and a lion that bites,

we march to the Holy Lands.

- Branca, Branca, Branca!
- Lion!

Lions and greyhounds, let's march,
we are the Brancaleone army.

Lion, lion, lion, lion,

Branca, Brancaleon!

Branca, Branca, Branca,
lion, lion, lion!

Lions and greyhounds, let's march,
we are the Brancaleone army.

Lion, lion, lion, lion, lion,

Branca, Brancaleone!

Branca, Branca, Branca,
lion, lion, lion!