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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 bastards. 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 kill 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 kill 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 cock-sucking, shit-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 kill 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!

- Shoot him! Kill him! - Thank you, Priest.

Do something!

For telling me who killed Decebal.

Well, well, well...

So this is the Turk no one has been able to kill.

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 bastard Marco

and my whore 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, bastards, 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 killed Decebal. You killed my brother.

You, you don't understand. I didn't kill him.

- Marco killed him. - He gave the order.

You did the killing.

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 killer?

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.

Killing 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 slave.

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 fuckers 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 bitch"

"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 captive.

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 killed 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 kill 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 asshole 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 kill 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?