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COLONEL WOLOD YJOWSKI

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The year 1668.

For twenty years, Poland had
been ravaged by numerous wars.

When King John Casimir abdicated,

foreign princes sought
to win the Polish throne.

No foreigner will rule us.

I won't vote for any German.

A Frenchman would be better.

Conde is a great warrior.

We can choose from among our own.

But Conde is...

He wants a French King ... do you
know of any lodging anywhere?

Are you kidding?

Ungrateful city!

I wrested it from the
Swedes with my own blood,

and now it begrudges a corner to sleep in.

If Czarniecki were alive,
we'd elect him King.

So you're going to Kamenets?

Those were the Hetman's orders.

When do you leave?

Two Sundays from now.

Lord Sobieski worries about Kamenets a lot.

There are threats coming
from the Turkish side.

I left Scotland as a boy.
Poland is my mother country.

If people here gave up
their own private pursuits,

and defended the country,
we'd be invincible.

Ketling!

Ketling, you devil!

Lord Zagloba!

It's been so many years!
Where are you staying?

I have a country lodge
nearby, built after the wars.

You're lucky. I can't
seem to find any place.

My good sir,

I would be honored if you
would come stay at my house.

God must have sent you!

Young Nowowiejski.
Wolodyjowski's friend and officer.

My pleasure. Speaking of Wolodyjowski,

has he and his fiancee
arrived in Warsaw?

So, you haven't heard?

The Colonel's fiancee has passed away.

She died... Anula died... Poor Michael.

He never wanted anything
from life except a wife.

He knows neither greed
nor selfish ambition.

The battlefield's his home.

And now this, right before the wedding.

I've sent for his sister,
so that she can comfort him,

but she lives far away
and hasn't arrived yet.

Where is he now?

He's disgusted with the world,
so he became a Camaldolite.

Camadolite? Good God!

The Hetman's also taken this to heart.

You won't find another
soldier anytime soon.

Well, he's not becoming a monk!

Even if I have to storm the monastery!

Calm down.

If I can't persuade him to come back,

then I'll trick him into it.
He's a soldier, not a cleric!

I have a letter from the Primate.

Pray, deliver it to
the Prior, dear Brother.

It will be done, sir.

Brother, how long have you been here?

Five years.

And you never wanted to leave?

You know, some men are attracted to war,

some to feasts, and some to women.

Have you never been tempted to leave?

You don't leave, once these
gates close behind you.

Yes, we'll still see about that.

And how's Colonel
Wolodyjowski doing? Is he well?

There's no one by that name here.

Brother Michael. The former Colonel.

We call him Brother Jerzy, now.
But he still hasn't taken his vows.

I doubt if he ever will.

You wouldn't believe what
kind of a ladies' man he was.

You couldn't find a bigger enemy
of female virtue in any monast ...

I meant among all the King's horsemen.

I should not listen to this.

Listen, Brother, when Brother
Jerzy comes, you'd better leave,

because we're going to be
talking about very worldly things.

I think I'd rather leave now.

Praise the Lord. Michael!
We all wept over your loss.

I cried, Nowowielski did,
Ketling, and all your friends.

It was God's will. Bow to it.

Have you found some
comfort behind these walls?

I did. In the words that I hear
everyday. Death is my comfort.

Death is easier to
find on the battlefield.

There's no life here, because
there are no worldly cares.

It's like living in a different world.

If that's the case,
then I won't tell you

that the Tartars are mounting a
huge offensive against the republic,

since that doesn't concern you anymore.

You're right. It's
not hard to understand

that you'd put your own peace of
mind above that of your country.

But now, you must come
with me for a few days.

Why must I? Just leave me in peace.

Your dear friend, who never
hesitated to share anything with you,

is dying, and wishes to see you.

Who's this? Tell me.

Ketling.

Merciful God! What happened?

He was wounded defending me,

and I'm not sure if
he'll live another day.

Come comfort a dying man, Michael.

But we must hurry, or
it might be too late.

Such a demand is sacred.

I cannot refuse it.

It would be a mortal sin.

It's quite a long trip, and sorrow
awaits us at Ketling's bed-side.

Drink, Michael, so that you'll
have the strength to bear it all.

To Ketling's health!

Let's go.

What about to my health?

Alright, but quickly.

I would be extremely ungrateful
if I didn't drink to yours.

Thank you very much.

I hate empty bottles.

You haven't taken your vows yet, so
you can still leave the monastery.

I can, but I don't want to.
I will take my vows soon.

I believe that a man should serve
God with whatever God made him for.

And he made you for the sword.

Please, don't remind me of the sword.

Stop!

Get down, gentle sirs!

Leave us alone.

Johann, there's something here for you.

I suggest you let us pass. I'm
not supposed to shed any blood.

Have mercy, my Lord!

You serve the commonwealth.

I got your commonwealth right here!

Zagloba succeeded! Victory!

How's Ketling?

Is he still alive?

He is!

Michael, my friend!

This way?

Yes.

My friend...

Michael!

No, don't...

They told me to pretend I was
dead, but seeing you, I couldn't.

Forgive us. We tricked you out of love.

You traitors!

The Grand Hetman!

Well, old soldier.The hand of
God has bowed you to the earth,

but it will raise you
and give you comfort.

Today, your country needs your
sword more than your prayers.

Well, Colonel, now you'll stay with us.

I will, my Lord.

Why are you being so quiet, Michael?
It's like you're dozing on your horse.

Why should I be happy?

Ketling got an expedition
and went to Kamenets,

while I'm going to taverns with you.

You'll go, too. In the meantime,
you should look around Warsaw.

Many nobles have arrived for
parliament with their entire families.

There are plenty of worthy
maidens around, some so pretty,

that all you can do is put your hands
on your sides, and crow like a rooster.

You should get married, Michael.

Don't remind me of marriage,
because it brings back my sorrow.

I won't say another word.

Who's there?

Kiss a dog's tail!

Michael!

Basia! What am I
supposed to do with you?

Forgive her, sir, the young lady
mistook you for a thug. Michael!

Sister!

Brother!

I was on my way to
find you, dear brother.

I left as soon as I had heard of your
misfortune. God help you, my dear.

My husband said: ''Take the young
ladies and go see your brother.

But remember to find lodging before
the Tartars since there's danger there.

Then go to Warsaw, and find
shelter while there's still time.'

We're short of troops
in the country, as usual.

Oh, Michael, your face is so thin!

He told me to find shelter,
when I could barely find you!

With three servants! You
must help us find a place.

I do have a place for you!

My friend Ketling left
his house in my care.

Oh my! I haven't even
introduced you to the ladies.

They know who you are, but
you don't know who they are.

This is Miss Krystyna Drochojowska.

And this is Miss Barbara Jeziorkowska.

My husband is their guardian.

They live with us,
because they're orphans.

So you're the first
sword of the commonwealth?

I'm not the last,
either. My father said:

God gave you poor stature,

so if people don't fear you,
they'll just sneer at you.

Forgive us, sir, we're
true parishioners.

We've seen no great
cities, nor famous men.

If the city was ten times bigger,

you ladies would still be
its most precious ornaments.

How can you tell in the dark?

Hopeless girl!

I am Zagloba. Welcome, your Ladyship.

Forgive me for the delayed welcome,

but my horse ran off,
with me still on it.

Supper must be ready by now,

and when the belly's not fed,
there's no sense in the head.

I feel that Michael will
forget his misfortune

in the presence of
this delightful company.

I know him well. Soon, one of them
will strike such sparks in him,

that he'll light up like dry wood.

Maidens fear Cupid's
arrows, like dogs fear meat.

They're very fair maidens,
especially little Barbara.

They don't feel the will of God,
yet. Krysia perhaps, but not Basia.

She will, gracious Lady, she will.

Such is our destiny.

Basia! The things I
have to put up with!

Her head is full of
swords, wars, and horses!

Once, she sneaked away
from home to hunt ducks.

She saw a Tartar creeping
along towards the village.

She fired at him, and he
went down, under the water!

Shot him dead on the spot!
And with what? A pellet gun!

I sure got him!

Oh, my darling little teenager.

One Tartar, and you've
cut down a thousand!

What am I, in comparison
to such knights?

Well, we can teach you sword play,
since you're so excited about it.

I'm a little rusty now,
but Michael's not bad.

Thank you. I can fence a bit, already.

If we were firing muskets, I'd try, too.

Well, I can see that this
place is full of Amazons.

And what is your favorite
weapon, young lady?

None, sir.

None?

That's her favorite weapon!
And she uses it well!

You brush me away like a fly.

I'm not fencing with
you. I'm teaching you.

Good. Quite good. Not
bad at all for a woman.

For a woman? I'll give
you for a woman!

You're ignoring me!

God forbid!

I can't stand you.

You see the thanks I get?
Oh, look, it's snowing again.

Snowing?

Basia, that's enough.
You'll lose your breath.

Look out, Miss, or
you'll lose your sword.

We'll see.

There.

I accidentally let it go.

Try it again now.

That's enough for today.

Good God, she'll catch a
cold after so much exercise!

Krysia, you stay here! Basia! Basia!

You heard the order? I won't let
your hand go until they come back.

Then, I am a captive.

Whoever took such a captive, would
have no reason to envy a Sultan.

You wouldn't sell me to him, would you?

Basia! Come back!

No, I won't. Let me freeze!

Basia, come down.

I won't!

Come down at once!

No, I won't!

Alright, don't.

But I'll tell you, it isn't proper
for a lady to be up on a ladder,

because she might show something
that she doesn't want to.

I have breeches on.

More confusion.

Roses grow in the snow, here.

Not for your nose. Please, come inside.

The Grand Hetman wishes
to see the Colonel.

When?

Tomorrow morning.

Welcome, my dear Colonel.

You see that I haven't
forgotten about you.

My Lord Hetman, you're like
a father to us soldiers.

And I want to speak with
you like father and son.

Even in those days when we
were in the midst of battle,

I thought more than once, that
the commonwealth must perish.

People do not respect the law, anymore.

The public good is too
often used for private gain.

I thought to myself,

that there aren't many people
who really love this country.

But then, I sent 2,000 of you against
a horde of 26,000. Remember that?

Of course.

I thought, these men
truly love their country.

They're dying for their
country out of pure love.

It's because of people like these
that this nation will rise once again.

We need examples. Examples
which will shine through.

Wolodyjowski, I'm counting
on you first and foremost.

Will you return as Commander?

My Lord...

Ketling has sent word that Kamenets,

the border stronghold,
is poorly equipped.

He'll report further when he returns.

But we're short of men and the
treasury's empty. You'll go to Kamenets.

You'll form garrisons
at Rashkov and Hreptov.

Hreptov, a fortified settlement,
was burnt down. You'll rebuild it.

Take your old soldiers,

and I'll also give you the Lipki
squadron of our Polish Tartars.

Bring in the Commander.

Watch the border very carefully.

If some Tartar hordes
happen to cross, crush them.

And come back for the election,
because I'll need you here.

This is Melechowicz, who
commands the Lipki Tartars.

He's a good soldier,
and I commend him warmly.

I'm happy to meet such a fine cavalier.

Soldiers say, that one can
meet ghosts in the dark.

Which may be a good or bad omen.

But for me, meeting you
here is the best of omens.

Nowowiejski is entertaining Basia,

but I was anxious to find
out what the Hetman wanted.

Are you really so concerned about me?

Yes.

I could fall to my knees on this
snow to show you my gratitude.

Don't say such things.

Instead, to reward me,

say that you'll stay with us
so that I can take care of you.

I cannot.

Why?

That's a soldier's life. I've
been posted to the Wild Fields.

A soldier's life.

For many years, I've sacrificed my
own happiness to serve the country.

Merciful God, are you crying?!

I hope you don't take me for
a frivolous man, or a fop.

I'm too old for such
things. Will you have me?

Michael...

Do you agree?

Yes.

I owe you so much. Those who
don't know so, may blame me.

Must we tell them of our engagement?

What do you mean?

They'll only wonder and speculate.
Let's wait until you come back, alright?

God is our witness, and
people don't need to know.

I see that your wit equals
your beauty. Agreed.

They won't escape us. Their
prisoners slow them down.

If you attack them openly,
they'll kill the prisoners.

I came back from the expedition
and found my house burnt down.

My Halszka was taken by the horde.

Drink, it will allay your sorrows.

Here's to you.

It's best to drown your grief in mead.

After a year,

Armenian merchants brought word
that the great Tuhay Bey bought her.

She was under 15, so he
didn't put her in his harem.

Then I heard that one of Tuhay Bey's
wives lived with his favorite son,

Azya, in a coastal village.

I decided to ambush the boy,
in exchange for my Halszka.

I got a large band and succeeded.

I burnt down the village, took
the boy, and a large booty.

The pursuers didn't catch us. Near
Kamenets, I was assailed by robbers.

They knifed me, throttled me with
a rope, and fled with the boy.

That's how my Halszka was lost
forever. Maybe she still lives there.

Maybe after Tuhay Bey's death,
another heathen took her.

Maybe her son will
shed my blood someday.

Didn't you ever look for the boy?

How? Where? They left no trail.

And though the boy was only 3 years
old, I'd recognize him to this day,

because he had a fish
tattooed on each breast.

Many Tartars wear that mark.
Especially along the coast.

That's not true. I saw
Tuhay Bey's body when he fell.

He had fish on his breast, too.
But the rest of them had other marks.

Many wear the mark of the fish.

Only Tuhay Bey's kin.

The Tartars are a wolfish tribe.

We have our Lipki squadron.

They're nobles, even
though they're Tartars.

And they serve the
commonwealth faithfully.

To you, sir.

Thank you.

I am Ketling of Elgin.

Michael passed through Kamenets,

and told me whom I have the
honor to entertain in my house.

But he did not warn me
that I would see a goddess.

Ketling! I welcome
you to your own house.

I left this house a barracks,
and return to an Olympus.

Delicious, aren't they?

But I fear that the ladies
will be leaving us now,

since it's not proper for them
to stay in a bachelor's home.

I will never permit that.

I am Wolodyjowski's brother
and can entertain his sister.

I beg for your help, young lady,
and if need be, on my knees.

He's barely even arrived,
and already on his knees.

Is Ketling a great warrior?

No one can equal him.

Is he better than Michael?

No, he isn't.

I knew it.

Why are you so excited about Michael?

What if I am?

Let's go. I'm parched
from all this dancing.

I'll tell you something, it's hard
to find Ketling's peer in battle,

but he's absolutely peerless in love.

All the maidens love him.

Tell that to Krysia, because
I'm not looking for love.

May we join the company?

Please.

May I ask what the
conversation was about?

About love.

About such a graceful subject?

Yes.

I would love to hear
what you think of it.

It is you, my Lord, who
could tell me about it.

Loving is a heavy burden, for it
turns a free man into a captive.

Loving is disabling, for a man is
blinded to everything but his love.

Love like that has no purpose.

Yet, it's still harder for
a man who does not love.

What can pleasure, glory,
and riches mean without love?

And since everyone would
give their life for love,

then love is worth more than life.

It's great that your
Ketling has arrived.

He's sent for musicians to amuse you.

I'm going to have so much fun.

Basia!

He'll do all sorts of wonders to
woo you, until one day, he'll say:

My Lady, I love you so much
that I can barely breathe.

I love you on foot, and on horseback,
and after dinner, and as Scots do.

Will you be mine?

Oh, I'm so miserable!

Look, here rested the
heads of their majesties.

The queen sat on this side.
Rest a while in her place.

Is it true that she was
unhappy all her life?

She was, because she could
not marry the man she loved.

I love you more than life. And before
this altar, I profess my love to you.

Let's pray for God's mercy.

Lord, have mercy on us.

Lord, be merciful.

Lord, have mercy on us...

Krysia! By all that's holy!

I love you with all my soul,
but I will never be yours!

In the Name of the Father,
Son, and Holy Ghost.

What happened? You're packing?

I'm going away.

Ketling, what's with
you? Where are you going?

Beyond the sea.

In the Name of the Father and Son.

I got a message from Scotland.

My friends have requested
that I come immediately.

Hold on for a second. I'm
almost over my initial rage.

Hold on. Are you going now?

I have to stop by Warsaw for a couple
of days, to take care of some business.

When will you be back?

Never.

Krysia!

What?

Krysia, I dreamt that a Tartar
killed Michael with an arrow.

Krysia, let's pray that
God will avert misfortune.

Krysia, pray with me.

I'll have enough time for prayers.

What are you talking about?

The nunnery is all that's left for me.

Krysia!

Yes, I'm going to the convent.

But why?

Why?

Do not ask why, My Lord. I
know I'm causing you grief.

But it cannot be otherwise.

Leave me some hope at least.

I cannot.

Krystyna...

Michael, may God console you
and change Krysia's heart.

Promise me you'll marry
Ketling, make him love you,

then tear out his heart
and join a convent.

Michael...

I wish all women were killed!

You should know, I wouldn't
become a nun for Ketling!

Oh, those traitors!

Horse!

For God's sake, someone
go after him and stop him!

What's with you, girl?

Out of anger, I told him of their love!

Talk some sense, will you?

Michael went to kill Ketling!

Get the carriage!

Oh, God. Just cut out my
tongue! He may be killed!

Who?

Michael.

If anyone is going to be
killed, it'll be Ketling.

My Lady, it is no longer a secret,
that you and Ketling love each other.

I don't deny that I rushed
out of here to seek revenge.

But then I looked into
his eyes, and I knew.

What's he to be blamed for? Nothing.

What are you to be blamed for? Nothing.

It's no wonder that Ketling fell
in love with you. Who wouldn't?

As for you loving him? That's my fate.

My destiny is to blame, and not any man.

May God give you happiness with Ketling.

God bless you. It hurts me a
bit, but that doesn't matter.

God bless you. You
won't go to any convent.

I'd rather have both of
you bless me, than curse me.

Why are you crying, Miss?

I'm so sorry. You're so noble and good.

God bless you. God bless you for
your kind heart. Come on, don't cry.

Krysia's a fool.

I'd rather have one
Michael than ten Ketlings.

Because I love Michael
with all my heart.

More than Granny, Auntie, or Krysia!

Basia!

Will you have me?

Yes.

May I perish, and my fleas with me!

You rogues! Ruffians! Robbers!
Rakes! Naughty, beloved brats!

The year 16 70.

The incompetent King, Michael
Wisniowiecki sat on the Polish Throne.

The country was torn by internal strife.

Small garrisons guarded the south-eastern
boundaries of the commonwealth.

A large detachment
has crossed the border.

Gentlemen, we move at midnight.

Michael...

Basia...

Michael.

Let her do this.

That's out of the question.
You're not coming!

That's the enemy.

Nowowiejski and his men are over there.

Melechowicz and his Polish
Tartars are that way.

And Snitko is there.

From here, you'll see the whole battle.

Will you move soon?

First, they'll drive the enemy our way.

We can't stop them, we
only have twenty men.

Muszalski will support us.

True. But where is he?

There.

I don't see anything.

Michael, you're the
best commander on earth.

It's begun.

Here they come.

Michael. Shouldn't we move back a
bit? Well, you know I hate crowds.

Oh, no. Some have broken through.

Here! This way!

Basia!

She's alright, the moss saved her.

She's okay.

Blessed be her hands. Blessed be her
head. Blessed be the earth she walks on.

Halim!

Tell them...

... that I must stay here for a while.

I am your slave and have no
right to speak on your behalf.

Speak.

From the time I recognized
you and told you who you are,

you've known that greatness awaits you.

Great hordes and harems will
be yours. Is one woman...

Silence.

You'll take my message.

Tell them I'm with them,
but first I must have her.

Halim, I have to. Allah, I must!

Who are these visitors we have?

Lord Nowowiejski with his daughter.

Michael, send for Melechowicz.

He didn't come because some
people think he's unworthy.

I'll go get him.

I really missed that boy.

The rascal ran away ten
years ago to join the service.

Don't call your son a rascal,
because he's a notable soldier.

Entire commands were entrusted to him.
He will soon take command at Hashkov.

I'll go with him, too.
It'll make me happy.

And I'll take Eva with
me. Let her see the world.

Whenever she sees a handsome
officer, she begins to prance around.

It's not safe to travel
with wenches these days.

War with the Turks is certain by spring.

We've beaten the Turks before.

Our only hope is the
fortress at Kamenets.

It's an eagle's nest.

Only, we're not sure what lives
there... an eagle, or a crow.

What do you mean?

Lord Potocki, who commands the fortress,

thinks only about his
house, and not the country.

He does not like Hetman Sobieski.

Long live Hetman Sobieski!

Long live Colonel Wolodyjowski!

Long live the Colonel's Lady!

Azya?

What are you doing here, you dog?

I don't know you, sir. Who are you?

My Lord, this is my man, and a run away.

He's been in my house since boyhood.

Eva, tell me, who is this?

Azya!

This is my man, Commander,
and his name is Azya.

I found him in the steppe
during my service days.

He grew up in my house.

My son left home young,
so he didn't recognize him.

He was well treated, until
he began to court Eva.

I had him flogged, and he ran away.

What are you waiting for? Seize him!

Melechowicz is one of
the Hetman's officers.

I know my rights as a noble.

I'm in command here, and no one else.

Melechowicz, what do you
have to say about this?

If he's my man, then he's got
fish tattooed on his breast.

Azya. Tuhay Bey's son. My Jacek.

I am Tuhay Bey's son.

This squire claims that I'm his man.

Better nobles offered their backs
when my father got on his horse.

Melechowicz!

I took the name of Melechowicz
to escape his pursuit.

I could be Khan in the Crimea.

But I give my blood and
health to this country.

This is the country I love.

As I love those here, who never
treated me as their inferior.