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From Prince Bishop Francesco di Paolo

Prince of the Autonomous Province of Trento

and Bishop of the Holy Roman Empire to the orphan Marco.

There have been disturbing reports from Moena

the village I entrusted you.

I have learned that one of my men was burned alive by the villagers.

I demand information and results.

Marco, remember that everything my generous heart gives you

a word out of my true lips can take away.

My future father-in-law should have been a poet, not a prince.

- Are we responding, commander? - Yes, naturally.

Write this.

You royal highness, excellency

high mighty prince whichever title you prefer

your authority here is unshaken and all is calm.

Have they arrived?

They haven't changed a bit.

Still that pack of wild wolves.

I don't understand what you are doing, Marco.

Our camp was raided but by whom?

A bastard and tree clownish Turks.

Look around you, Knight. Tell me what you see.

An army preparing for their siege.

I am not going back to the city a simple soldier.

I am going back a victorious general.

- We can start the siege today. - Not yet.

Turks are ruthless enemies.

Before we take them head on

we have to creep in and tear out their hearts.

"Wake up, my eyes wake up from ignorance"

"Wake up, my too sleepy eyes wake up"

"Azrael only claims lives believe me"

"Wake up, my eyes wake up from ignorance"

What is going on? Why are they not working?

They didn't like his hymn.

"Wake up, my sleepy eyes wake up..."

The wall has to be finished tonight.

- We are not touching those posts. - Why not?

The giant over there. He is casting a spell.

Look, he is blowing onto the posts.

Whoever touches them will become a Muslim.

- You can't be serious. - He can't trick us.

Decebal, do that without chanting.

"Wake up, my eyes"

Listen. Your lives are in danger.

- Get going. - Enough.

You can't touch me.

Maybe I haven't been in forty wars like you

but I've been down these fields for forty years.

You shout and sing like you own the place.

Ordering us around. This is our village, not yours.

You are helping us. Thanks.

We're poor people but we have got our pride.

Our families've been praying in that church for three hundred years.

We sing chants there together. That's what we sing.

We are ignorant peasants. We don't know how to fight.

But we are not children you can push around.

Of course you are not children You're grown men

and you're sitting here letting a girl doing your work

She is not one of us. She is a Sciagurato!

"Hail, O Queen of heaven enthroned!"

Executioner.

"Hail, by Angels Mistress owned"

"Root of Jesse, Gate of morn"

"Whence the world's true Light was born"

"Hail, O Queen of heaven enthroned!"

"Hail, by Angels Mistress owned!"

"Root of Jesse, Gate of morn"

"Whence the world's true Light was born"

"Glorious Virgin, joy to thee"

"Loveliest whom in heaven they see"

- Stop fooling around. - Sorry.

"Fairest thou where all are fair"

"Plead with Christ our sins to spare"

Wait there.

We are by the camp.

Put this on.

I see you haven't changed in all these years.

What do you want from me?

What kind of a question is that?

Wasn't I always your favorite?

Do you want the entire village to know that?

Then get to work.

You know whom to approach and kill?

This man you are going to kill is the very heart of Claws.

You might want to bear this in mind.

I used to be his favorite, too.

Yedder saw it from the hill.

They are getting ready for the siege.

So, stop doodling. Let's get back to work.

Then what? We got villagers and farmers.

They got soldiers who know nothing but that.

But you know that life is not just about fighting.

They can't beat you, cause you'll be fighting for that life.

Right?

Yedder.

You are going to clean that up when we are done.

This is Moena. This is our main gate.

You'll be in charge of our first line of our defense.

First we'll hammer some stakes outside for the horses.

We need more than wooden fence posts.

I am gonna make metal clamps and tie them together.

You two! Give me more iron.

Wait, let me finish it.

You'll teach the archers how to take aim.

I'll get them ready. Release.

Shit!

What matters in aiming is not the target

but how much you want to hit it.

So, how badly do you wanna kill a Turk today?

Decebal, we need bombs.

Mind the colors.

Red goes with green.

Strike! Aim!

First position, strike!

Aim. Now, we do all blindfolded.

I am just kidding.

Father, the church will be an emergency shelter.

But most important it's our alarm tower.

- Let's go. - Come on. Move!

Come on! Attack!

That all sounds great to me.

But what the hell am I supposed to do?

Your job isn't to kill. It's to heal.

We'll turn the inn into a clinic. You tend the wounded.

And you won't so much as poke your head outside.

We'll be ready.

When Marco attacks, people will die but victory will be ours

because we'll be fighting for each other.

We'll be fighting for a dream.

I meant it. Clean up that table.

We'll see... If they need us to.

Elda!

Decebal.

- Does he know? - Who?

- Know what? - Your executioner.

Does he know that you are in love with him, too?

What are you talking about you lunatic?

What he did today he did it for you.

I call that, love.

What difference would it make anymore?

I am a Sciagurate. He is a boy.

This is the symbol of our unit.

Me, Mete, Balaban Yedder and Guido.

Do you know what makes us Claws, Elda?

- How would I know? - Because, we love each other.

Oh, you are being stupid now.

- There is no such thing. - There is little, Miss.

Look and listen.

I am on the endless steps. With the Bogatyr warriors.

I am scared and shivering.

The Ottomans have come.

They are going to take me away.

- Did they kidnap you? - They did, my little one.

They took me to a huge city.

There was a barracks there. It was full of boys.

They have been taken from their families.

All around us were knives, swords daggers, bows and arrows.

They'll never accept me.

Because, like you I am Sciagurato.

- I am cursed. - No, you're not cursed.

One night, in the dark

four little hands reached for mine.

Five kids clung onto each other.

We held all to each others' hands and we never let go.

What I want to say is...

- Guido! - What?

- I love you, brother. - Me, too, Decebal.

- Yedder! - Yes, yes, me, too, brother!

I love you, too, you crazy lads!

Sleep now! We have too much to do tomorrow.

You are not cursed. You deserve love as much as anyone.

And if you love someone...

Then, you have to tell them.

Don't be deceived by his looks.

He has a soft heart.

Always trying to save someone.

When?

Tonight.

First, hone the knife

then, smear poison on it.

And then inject our poison into the very heart of Claw.

These are made of real Christian steel.

Throw these from the top of the fence.

It pierces armor.

Look. This doesn't have an iron tip.

The iron is inside.

That way it is faster and more deadly.

This shield was used in the Crusades.

Turks' maces bounced right off it.

You don't just stab. Give it a twist.

If you twist, it doesn't matter how big they are.

Down they go. The Crusaders don't know these tricks.

Which is why we kept beating them.

Hey, that sword you are touching.

It's made by the finest swordsmith in Austria.

- Who? - Me.

You dumb fuck, it was me!

You are being handed a sword by a master.

I wish all the proper decorum of this momentous occasion.

Get down.

May the Lord give strength to your wrist.

If you just take that and go

that means a lack of respect for the master.

Is that what you want?

Good job!

May your campaign be victorious!

Gunther, Gunther! Easy! Easy! Easy!

Hey! Hey! Easy!

You talk a big game. Come on, Janissary.

Let's see if you got what it takes.

By God, El Turco.

Swing through the air

and the enemy will take a step back

Meet a knight's blow!

What the...

What the hell is that?

This, El Turco, is the last sword

forged by the finest sword smith in the land.

It was made for a gallant Turk.

If you try to kiss me then, I'll slap you.

It has begun.

I expected.

God save us all.

Gloria.

She went home to get some herbs.

I told her not to go.

Go, I got this. Go!

People of Moena!

I can see them arming up ready to attack.

They are in large numbers and much better equipped than we are.

They deem us weak.

They are coming to steal our homes.

But they are wrong. We know how to fight.

We have spent a lifetime

battling cold, hunger and disease.

Now we are all fighting again

and once again we will fight together!

- Together! - Yeah!

I just wanted to take a rest.

This isn't the kind of place to take anything.

- Aren't you spooked? - Why would I be?

- Three lettered ones. - What three letters?

"Cinler" The djinn.

Don't make me talk about them.

They roam graveyards. They possess people.

- Gives me the shivers! - Scardy cat.

Of course I am scared.

Courage comes out of fear, Elda.

You are doing it again.

Not making any sense.

You can't be brave if you are scared.

If you're afraid then you are a coward.

Not being scared makes you a fool.

You can't be brave unless you learn to live with fear.

- You can't live with fear. - Yes, you do.

You'll find a friend, you tell him how scared you are.

Is that what you all did. The Claw?

No.

But I wish we had.

Tell me more.

Gloria!

- Gloria! - What's the matter?

- Man, this is hard. - What?

Love... Love is a real pain in the ass.

A silent arrow pierced one of us in the heart.

But he didn't die. He fooled you.

Come.

I'll hold them off. Go and get help.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Hey, fuckers!

I just realized something. I am not scared of you!

No.

Decebal! No!

I am sorry.

I don't wanna die. I am sorry.

That's okay. You'll be okay.

I came to help.

What side are you on?

I have never killed anyone before, never.

Aren't you the executioner? Don't you chop off people's heads?

That doesn't count. It's not me.

That's not my hands. It's the hand of God, not me.

What are you doing here? Did you follow me?

No.

She wasn't in the village.

I looked but...

Who wasn't there?

Elda.

Elda wasn't in the village.

So, he thought she could be here.

What's the deal with that?

You know... The pain in the ass thing.

You know, for a moment there I thought you were a traitor.

I'll go and tell the people.

Thanks, Father.

Forgive me.

You Christians can't stop being sorry.

Thank God it's not a serious injury.

I lied to you.

About what?

- I've never told anyone that... - Never told anyone what?

That I really am a Sciagurato. There is a curse on me.

- No, little one. - No, you don't understand.

Everyone I loved dies.

My mother...

I killed my mother and I am cursed.

And if I tell him that I love him he'll die, too.

And then, so will Gloria.

And I tried to help you and now you'll die, too.

Get away from here. Please... Please, leave this place.

Get away from me. I am serious.

Stay away from me. I am serious.

Let me tell you a secret, too.

I lied to you, too, Elda.

I said "Marco kept his silence to the end".

In fact, he spoke to me that day.

Yes, yes, you are right. I am not dead, Decebal.

You will be the only one who knows this.

My name is Marco son of an Italian family.

I am tired of being someone else.

Either I go home now or this is over

and I die in my homeland.

Only you can set me free my big-hearted friend.

Okay, now you are free.

Farewell, old friend.

Mete, I love you brother.

We are not cursed, little miss.

It's just that our hearts are too weak.

It's your own fault.

You should never have let that Satan free.

Help! Help!

Something has happened to the Turk.

Someone tried to kill him. Help!

Hasan!

What happened?

- What happened? - Decebal.

A group breached in.

They cornered him at the graveyard.

Elda was wounded.

So, Decebal fought them off and carried her to safety.

The Father went out to let us know.

That's when...

You should see the graveyard.

He took all of them head-on.

He would have taken the world on for those he loved

and all it took was a coward from behind.

Get out.

Leave us.

Heal him.

Use your herbs and potions Make him better.

I can't.

He is gone.

Decebal. My brother...

- It's not your fault. - But it is.

I should have been there. I wasn't. I looked away.

I let them kill my brother just because I fell for a silly dream.

Take that ugly thing off.

Why him?

I owed him.

A debt I could never repay.

Decebal was Claw's conscience

and beating heart.

We just tore out that heart.

May I go now?

Did it never occur to you

that one day, that little boy

would turn into this dragon?

"Darling, you would be so proud of me tonight"

"My beloved, in Moena, everything is going just as we planned"

"They are so desperate."

"They have joined forces with Turks and witches."

"They think that would save them. Poor things..."

"We now have an uprising on our hands"

"The past and the future have come together in my little village."

"The sinners will now be punished."

"It is now time to burn and destroy everything from my past."

Ready!

"This is just a start. Together we will rule Trento."

Aim!

"We will set the world on fire my love"

"and in those flames we will forge our home."

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