El Turco

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.