All language subtitles for Ettore Fieramosca (1938).Eng

English subs by edam17@KG
November 2014

"Year 1500. France, ousted Ludovico
il Moro from the Duchy of Milan,"

"aims to the conquest of
the Kingdom of Naples."

"Spain aspires to the same conquest,
and keeps ready an army in Sicily."

"Hence, the threat of a war
between the two nations.."

"The story begins at the thermal
baths of Pau, in the Pyrenees."

His Excellency the Comte De Bengarde!

Ambassador of His Most Christian
Majesty, the King of France!

His Excellency the Comte De Bengarde.

Ambassador of His Most Christian
Majesty, the King of France!

Delighted, my lord, to see you here.

First of all, I cannot allow that
your excellency bothers to speak French.

You are French,
thus my duty is to speak French.

Your courtesy is uncompromising?

With your permission, my dear Comte, s�!

Si?
- Si!

Si?
- Si!

Si!

"The fair land there
where the 'S�' doth sound!"

Do you know Italy, my dear Count?

My lord the king kept me three years by
the Serenissima Republic, my dear marquis.

All right, then.

Neither all the courtesy to France,
nor all the courtesy to Spain.

We'll divide in half.

You give up the courtesy
to speak my language,

I give up the pleasure to speak yours.

And we shall meet halfway in Italy,

with the language of the
Muses and of the Courts,

beautiful, even for the bad things.

Mass death, famine... epidemic!

Sword, fire, war!

"And the French descending from the north,
the Spaniards coming up from the south,"

"they came to meet up, occupying that part
of Italy that they had agreed to share out."

"In the Duchy of Morreale,
one of the lands of the meeting,"

"declared a neutral zone
between the invaders."

There is a man of Messer Graiano.

Messer Graiano has returned
into your castle, lady.

He hasn't just wished to benefit

from the knightly tradition of hospitality
for recruiting of knights of spear

that your ancestors have given to the
Italian people-at-arms in this your home,

but he wants to offer you his arm

and the strength of the company
that he came to recruit here,

asking to be admitted to your presence

and to talk to you, for what you know.

Do thank Messer Graiano.

Tell him that my castle is open
to him and his knights, as always.

Hey!

Hey, on the bridge!

Are you blind and deaf there?
- Why do you shout?

Is this famous castle of Morreale, where
they hire spears? - What do you want?

Then go to Messer Graiano,
and tell him that I'm here,

Ettore Fieramosca of Capua,
with men-at-arms for his company.

Messer Graiano is not the ruler here.
Giovanna of Morreale is.

So tell your mistress, or whoever you want.
And enough of this talk from the tower!

Messer Fieramosca.

Here have free pass men-at-arms for hiring.

Not for brothel!
- Oh, Peter the Hermit!

What do you do, the sermon?

You know how he ended, Fra Savonarola?
They've roasted him alive, in fact!

And so be it for all the whiners like him!

Like you, and like your mistress,

if it's she who sends you out of envy
of this living beauty!

You race of cursed dogs!

All of your blood is not enough
to pay that of this beast!

But may every drop of blood of this animal

draw a curse upon all of you!

And upon your mistress!

Heartless and lifeless!

Lower the bridge, let them pass.

Lower the bridge at once, you bastards!

Battlements and court be empty when they
enter, and don't come out unless I call.

Where are you?
Where did you go, souls of serpents?

You're all brave from afar, huh?

Here's how I await you, only with this!

But I'll make you swallow it
up to your heels!

What are you woman doing here?

They offer women, those four... - I killed
your horse. - You? With these arms?

I did.

Look how much boldness!

Only you have it, here, but enough for all.
With those eyes..

I tolerate your look only if
you look at me with hatred.

Girl, I wouldn't forget you're a woman.
But you bear in mind who I am.

You're like all others
selling the sword to those who pay best.

So come forth one of yours who won't
sell his sword, for no one would pay it.

Your father, your brother, just any man.
But a man! And you, out of my way!

I am Giovanna of Morreale.

My people won't move
because so I've commanded.

I killed your horse, I said!

So do strike me rather than at random,

if you really want to mix human
blood with that of your horse.

Or go away,
and choose another one in my stables.

Another horse?!

But I've seen mine being born!

I've raised him since
he still couldn't stand up!

He recognized my voice and
looked into my eyes, my horse!

It'd be as if an enemy kills your son,
and offers you one of his in exchange.

Another one.
That's it!

If you had had a child, if you had loved
just once, you would understand.

But you never loved,

and you have no children.
And I pity you!

Hurry now, if you want to deprive me of the
sight of the sun. Before I get my sword.

The next one.

One.. three..

Come on, go on!
- .. six.. seven..

One, two, three, four, five..

Fourteen ducats!
- .. Six, seven, eight.

Fourteen ducats.

Scarce arm!

For bumping off an ox, perhaps.
But enough to punch a donkey.

Bravo Duccio!

Graiano, you say well.
Who pays, commands, and who commands pays.

Colonna offered us to fight for the right
Aragonese cause for 20 ducats every tithe.

Brancalone, Fanfulla and Fieramosca
care not for causes, but for effects.

How much do you offer?
- 30 ducats. - All right!

You're growing up fast, you boys, eh?
You force us to make a self examination.

Well? What does Borgia want from me?

That the French enter without
resistance in this fortress.

Did you remind Valentino that
no one succeeded in 4 centuries?

With these sheer cliffs
and people on the walls?

He replied that it's why he speaks to you..
who are inside.

And that I'm a guest for recruiting, with
no power of command, did you tell him?

He promises to make you its master,
by investiture of the king of France.

Maybe it can be done.

Guys! Here come the French!

The French!

Fanfulla, Fieramosca, come and see!
What a sight! What a joust!

Frenchmen!

Here below, you see?
Aren't they Frenchmen?

Those collecting the herd, sure!
- You can see well the colors of Dauvigny.

Without the herd we won't bear the siege
more than a month! - You weren't summoned.

But it's not all, because after
breaking their necks to gather it,

look who comes out of the bush
on the other side. Aren't they Spaniards?

V�lgame Dios! Spaniards of Granada!

Beauty, what a joust! In the camp
of Colonna you'd have lost this.

Castilla y Le�n!

Orl�ans!

Well, said and done, the story turns ugly.
Watch the maneuver of the French horses!

But it seems the Spaniards have noticed.
- The Spaniards play with fire.

But the French have two less.
Careful not to take the wolf by the ears!

Hey!
Have you finished chattering down there?

Hey! They started late,
but it smacks of ending soon.

France wins.
- Error, Fieramosca, wins Spain.

Spain? Look how the Spaniard staggers.

He leans but doesn't fall!
Like the tower of Pisa.

10 florins that the Frenchman unhorses him!

But France wins!
And when I tell you, France wins!

You're right, lady, we can't get out. But
the offense that these strangers do to you,

for they offend your people,
and your belongings,

that's who could make them pay: those guys!

Free knights, each one owner of his sword.

But they sell it, the sword. And
tomorrow they'd sell you and the castle.

Let's go to keep order among the people.

Spain! - France! - Spain! - France!

The French, let them warm up... - They
can't even heat an oven! - But France wins!

Did you hear that France wins? France wins!
- Want to lose another 10 florins? - 20!

50! - 100!

100 florins that won't win Spain,
with its Colonna of hell!

Another Frenchman in the dust!
- Three against six!

France wins. - Of course France wins!
It has to, for the face of Judas!

And we'll see who pays the 100 florins!

Look how that guy falls!

You want to be sure that France will win?

It is clear? But you must act quickly.

Brancaleone is there. You two can suffice.
- I can do it alone. - Good.

So you'll get the florins of that ass.
And I'll add another 100. - You?

Another 100 florins? You'll pay me, you?

I have one word, you know. - If I side with
France and beat the Spaniards? - Of course!

If you return, this is yours.

On the right! Do you see him?

But that's Graiano!

Lady, it's Graiano d'Asti!
He went out alone against all those damned!

Look at him, he's almost in the valley!
- It's not safe!

Holy Virgin! But that's an arm
taken from Michael the Archangel!

Salvatore!

Send out the men to take back the herd!

When Graiano returns, send him up to me.

Surrender, knight!

You're asking me the only thing I don't
know how to do. - For the face of Judas!

I disarmed the great
Don Diego Garcia de Paredes!

And your name, knight?
Your Name!

Ettore Fieramosca of Capua!

What?
- Ettore Fieramosca!

Come! Come with me!

Here he is, the victor of
Don Diego Garcia de Paredes!

Here is who disarmed the strongest
knight of the Spanish army!

Are you thirsty?

Fieramosca...

This is yours, as I promised.

I have won and I keep my word.

Here is Messer Graiano.

I thank you, Giovanna, for having finally
allowed me to pay homage to your beauty,

and to talk to you.

Graiano,

you have given me just now such a great
proof of your courage, your strength,

of your loyal heart.

I have no more to ask of you.

Nor else to ask of God.

You are worthy to lead this my people..

and I'll marry you.

Franciotto, tell brother Giovanni that at
the late hour I'll go down in confession.

Hey, Ciccone! Cicco'!

Hey, you leave us out?
- Ciccone, are the French coming?

Nobody's coming!
Get dressed and go home!

How come Salvatore is out?
- Hey, I have to go with the archers!

Lower it, lower it, Cicco', we need
to prepare the arrows for tonight!

Who's in is in, and who's out is out.
And that's it!

Because the order of the mistress, given
out of her mouth, is precisely for you!

Dress up and go home, quick!

Now you'll see how we get into the castle!
- Come on, quick.

The clothes I put them there, hurry up.
- Speak softly!

And why should I speak softly?
There are witches?

Say! And if there are witches,
do you think they scare me?

Oh, for heaven's sake!
I didn't mean to say this, Sir Knight!

In short! You take me or not to make war?

If not, I'll go, you remain here,
and you won't go either!

Which war?
- The one that they all go to make tonight.

And who's taking you to war, your mistress?

I get dressed, or I go?

Get dressed.

And now, even!

But first you answer me.
Who's leading you to war?

The one who recovered the herd
from the French this morning.

But.. I don't recall his name.
- The one who recovered the herd?

What, you don't know?

That a knight, this morning, killed all
the French, and all the Spaniards. Alone!

They were many! More than a hundred!
- Oh, yes?

You don't believe it?
He killed more than a hundred!

That's it! Graiano.
His name is Graiano d'Asti.

And we too go with him against the French.

You promised me, eh?
- Of course!

Word of Fieramosca! When Graiano leads us
against the French, I'll take you with me.

And now let me see by where we pass.

Where do we end up, by here?
- In the old stable.

There is light, farther? - I don't know.
- What! You never went through? - Not me.

How many old stables are there,
since your father is a bull breeder?

If you're not afraid to go alone in there,
we'll see it soon!

Oh, why, you believe the stable
is on this side, eh?

But I tell you it's on this side.
Want to see?

Quickly, or we won't be on time
to make war with the French.

"Ciro and Claudio Morreale
Fallen in Fornovo against foreign arms"

I've come to ask you to advise me.

Forget my presence, my child,
for you speak to me in the Lord's mercy,

before the sign of his holy cross.

This man came to my castle to sell himself,
as a rogue, as a master, as a peasant.

I stopped the arm of those
who wanted to punish him,

and he came to me like a fury,
eager to offend and immoderate.

And he treated me like
a servant's daughter.

But it was the first time I heard
a man treat me like a woman.

When I want to condemn him,
I feel I've already forgiven him.

The sign of the holy cross
is not able to cover me,

because even through the sign
of the cross I see him smile.

Even under the helmet of Graiano
I saw him this morning.

And Father, I knew that Graiano was down
to fight. I saw his armor, his insignia,

but not his face.

And with this mood, daughter,
you feel to join with Graiano?

I promised God, I made a vow!

Have you thought that with this wedding
you sacrifice your whole life?

Let the rite be done right away,

so that I feel immediately defended
by the sacrament of God!

God sees you,
absolves you, and blesses you, Giovanna.

Hey, guys! Look who comes along.

And from the French swords,
who protects them?

The distance. - The distance?
- What do you mean?

I know what.
- And we, we'll know?

Sooner or later.
- If later we'll still be there!

We'll be there, we'll all be.
And in good health!

It makes good blood,
a ride in the fresh air!

So she'll calm down, this hallucinated
woman who fantasizes about nice feats.

Is it clear?

Then tomorrow, not having given
or touched a blow, double pay!

Who wants is with us, who doesn't,
I won't cry about.

He'll go away from this my fortress,
for his own peace.

Do not see offense to you,
milady, that we leave.

Our swords will always be ready
to cut any air, if you want,

and you can dispose of them as of now.

Don't ever carry them
against the people of our land.

Graiano d'Asti.

I share with you the bread, the salt,
the land of my land, and my life.

Before the loyalty of these knights,

may God protect them in battle,
and save in danger,

and before the fidelity of our people, which
gladly acknowledge you as their leader,

and relies on you.

Hey!

Did you see you went the wrong way?

This, we need it to raise the stone
that leads into the stable.

It's better not to go to war, us.

Why?

I thought:

what if, while everyone is out, those of
this morning return to take the castle?

And Fieramosca?
- He's still not out of the castle.

Then you stay. And we agreed.

Don't you move from here.

If there is something wrong, this
is the bell, and I'll come to help you.

Who you waiting for? - You know.
Someone has to win. - Without a battle?

You're no longer capable
of thinking, Fieramosca,

now that the chatelaine is married.

You think he's out for a walk
in the moonlight, Graiano?

With the knights, his own,
maybe the game would be easy.

But the shepherds...

Who will silence them, if they stay alive?

Here they are as I told you, my lord.

Those you can already see are the knights.
Messer Graiano is with them.

That dark mass down there
are the shepherds.

In the interval your cavalry divided them,

but Messer Graiano says
the rest is his business.

Mr. De Fabourg, have you heard? - Yes,
my lord. - You'll wait for the cavalry.

Bas les armes!

What does he want?
- He says to drop the arms.

Hear, hear!
Spoke the hunchback from Peretola!

Milord Guy de la Motte?

Thank you, milord Graziano d'Asti.

And, for what you're due, we agree.

Giovanna, it's Fieramosca. Open up.

Giovanna!

Open to me, Giovanna,
I was blind with you, I know,

but now I won't let you undergo
this last infamy!

For God's sake, Giovanna, open up.

This iron door oppresses like a tombstone!

I myself opened that tomb, I know.
God is punishing me, I know.

But now open it! Graiano sold you,
with the rock and land, to the French!

And I swear to you that I had no
knowledge or suspicion of this betrayal!

Flee, Giovanna, flee!
The French will be here soon,

and that godless man will
leave you to them like a servant!

How dare you?

How dare you look at me,
you who are here,

while Graiano fights?

You, you can flee, if at this moment
you can't think but of fleeing.

Run away, go away.
May I not see you ever again!

Justice of God!

Here they are, the French
that Graiano leads to you!

No, Giovanna,

you won't see me again.

I want to show how he intends the escape,
Ettore Fieramosca of Capua!

It was a squire of Graiano.
He pulled the chains off the winch.

And Fieramosca is planted alone
on the bridge like a madman.

Bas les armes!

Bas les armes!

You're a good soldier.

Surrender!

What is the name of that man?

His name was Ettore Fieramosca.

Pity!

Who told you that I took the wrong way?

It was the right one.

Yes, but enough with wine now.

The right one.

Because it's right me who deceived her!

And then there was the cross at the end.

And there was she.

I gave him a lot of wine
so that it warms the blood.

Now he has a high fever and blabbers.

But he's tough.
He has five lives like the tarantula.

In a week he'll be back in the saddle.
- What does he say?

Who knows! Nothing.

Those kids who were left out of
the bridge yesterday: I warned them.

They'll come shortly to take him out
to safety. In the Spanish camp.

.. through the sign of the cross.

The cross sees.

How many eyes has the cross!

Brancaleone..

She saw me in the valley, you know?

She alone saw me.

She alone.

Sure it was me.

For a small dagger!

But you mustn't tell.
The dagger I threw it away.

But don't tell, huh? Don't tell anyone!

The cross sees.

How many eyes has the cross!

Listen..

now she can't believe me anymore,

but you tell her, you who're a kid.

My life is hers.

There she is.

She comes forward.

The bread...

the salt, the land...

and her life.

But to me.. to me... because she's mine!

Who denies it?
My sword!

Quick! My sword!

The horses, black...

like hail from the clouds.

This fire..

here on the forehead!

Franciotto,

escort him yourself to the
Spanish camp of Prospero Colonna,

and come back soon to tell me he's safe.

I'll wait for you here, if I'm alive.

Now my wife must consent to
my investiture. Then we'll see.

So, the other two... I dump them?

Your grandfather, good soul, who was a
great dice player on the drum, used to say:

"With bets, take it easy."

And bet heavily.

What do you say, this horse could repay
that of Fieramosca? - Three times.

Then brand it with the mark of Morreale,
bring it to Barletta,

seek Fieramosca in the camp of Colonna
and tell him she gave it to you.

For him.

Just to settle all debts and to settle the
score. - It's a slap, and divides them.

But it would divide them best
a good javelin strike.

A good javelin strike,
long as it's not given,

can serve a lot to threaten it
at the appropriate time.

Never do during the day
what must be done at night.

Thanks, Franciotto.

Now hurry back, and tell her that

Fieramosca, Fanfulla and Brancaleone
have many friends in the Spanish camp.

Tell her I'm steady,

and to keep hidden from Graiano and from
all, until she hears the trumpets of alarm.

Then she's to come out, to see them run out
of her castle like a bunch of whipped dogs.

May the Lord bless what you want to do,
as I bless what you say. - Go.

Graiano sent me to say
to guard the entrance of the palace.

Let no one come in, he said.
For no reason, were it even my wife.

But now you can truly count
on our fealty and our loyalty.

We are here to serve you.

Thank you, sirs.

The Spaniards are marching against
these men who occupied my land

and betrayed the covenants.

Fanfulla, Brancaleone..

and other friends of yours,

are already with the Spaniards of Colonna.

Go to meet them, if you want to serve me.

And remember what I say
as in point of death.

Always be united all under one feat.

And let be there never more
bloodshed between you.

To his most Christian majesty

the king Louis of France!

On whose behalf I take possession
of this place. - Vive la France!

To His Holiness the Pope of Rome,

whose blessing protects us.

To milord, the Duke of Nemours,
commander in chief of our army!

With joy!

To the flowery beauty of these ladies.

To your good luck, my friends.
And of all the French chivalry!

Et � vous aussi.
I toast to you too, Mr. Graiano d'Asti,

whose loyalty and fealty,
are well known to us.

And which his Christian majesty,
King Louis of France,

rightly wants to pay,
with the investiture of this duchy.

Convince her right away, I pray you,
to get off from that place.

Because his Christian Majesty King Louis
of France not yet invited her to occupy it!

Humor me. I hate them too, but now get off,
it's the only way to save your seigniory.

Get off, Giovanna, your people were killed
because they didn't give heed to me.

Get off before they compel you!

You hear me?

No?

So listen: I know that Fieramosca is alive,
that you saved him, you did well.

I know where he is and with whom.
I did nothing against him.

Indeed, if you listen to me,
you can join him.

Assist him...

Come back when you want...

If you want.

Maybe you'll have to join him
as soon as possible.

Because, to do something pleasing to you,
I sent him in your name your horse.

Now I fear he might think that
you meant to repay him for his own,

to make him feel a sign of your contempt!

Speak, may God keep me!
Don't try me, because..

Ask your procurer who just returned
to whom was entrusted Fieramosca!

And when he'll say "Jacopo",
think that he's my most trusted man!

Do you understand?
Shameless woman!

You're usurping this throne,
because it's mine!

By the will of the king of France,
who now is also your king!

Either you get off soon,
now, as I speak to you,

or the fate of Fieramosca is decided.
And you will live in despair!

Because it will be you who will kill him!

Have you understood?

Have you understood?!

The Spaniards attacked us
this morning suddenly.

The Duke of Nemours sends me for lord
De La Motte to move, with all his forces,

to occupy the right side
of our line of battle.

My lord the Duke of Nemours says he
can't hold on for more than one hour.

We consider the enemy
as a welcome guest, my lord.

We never wait for him.
We go to meet him!

Especially if our house is not suitable
to receive him worthily.

Beautiful troop, this of De La Motte.
They have courage!

But Colonna says well:
by now they've lost the match.

To aid Nemours, they must pass through
here, and through here you don't pass!

Did you see? They understood.
They've stopped.

And this detached company here below
which comes up with such vigor?

They carry the standard of Morreale.
- It's the the company of Graiano!

It's them, it's them!
They come right here, towards us!

How brazen!

You smell the stable, huh?

The stench of your stable coming up
with that bunch of renegades!

You will return to her! Soon. And alone!

But with all the blood of Graiano on you!

Thus the accounts will be closed
and the debt settled.

Hey, Colonna!
- Don't shoot, Fanfulla!

Ettore!

You hear how they call you, Ettore?

Don't you think they come to bring peace?

Who speaks of peace with them,

with Graiano and all the people
of Morreale, is my enemy.

All traitors!

Who have deception inside the more
they care about peace and love.

If any of you who's known me for 10 years
wants to share my affront, fine.

All the better if you leave me alone!

That's it!

Well done!

Well done!
That's it!

No, my lord.

There are hedges of Spaniards,
dense as to not penetrate.

Look to the right,
towards the front of Colonna.

The Colonnas descended against me,

and they don't know they're serving me,

and serving the King of France.
Up there it's all clear.

Move forward the cavalry.

Captain Colonna!

That crazy Fieramosca dragged everyone
down the valley against Graiano's troops!

They're being massacred
and the position is undefended!

The French advance with the cavalry!

Let them pass.

Once are here they'll find Don Diego,
with the reserve. And they're trapped.

Call Ettore. He must know
that we were sent by her.

I don't see him anymore.
They jumped on him in four.

And you're still alive.
Soldiers of no one.

There he is, the enemy that passes,
and not even looks at you.

It tramples your dead.

It doesn't respect you neither dead nor
alive, people with no dignity, no honor!

Soon you will hear shouting
"Aragon and Spain", because we'll win,

even if you've betrayed.

Thus, bring your tents out of my camp,

because in my camp I'll only have
mercenaries, but soldiers!

People accustomed to obedience,
and self-respect!

No more blood among you.

Milady, your horse!
The white one.

It comes from the battle.
The saddle is empty.

It's all bloodstained.

How much blood!

They cover the land with dead.

Now you see me, Ettore.

And you hear my voice.

And you know all about me,
even though I don't speak.

This was the only way for our peace.

"Don Diego Garcia De Paredes,
winner of the battle,"

"hosts, in his villa in Barletta,
the captive French knights."

Catch your dames!

Vamos!

Se�oras y caballeros,

El Se�or Graiano d'Asti,
with the ransom for the French knights,

will not be here before an hour.

I want milord Guy de la Motte,

and his friends,

to be merry and happy

until time to return to the French camp.

Sunia! Good wine, roast meat,
and fruit for everyone. Quick!

And now we'll play the blindfolded eye!

Blindfolded? What game is it? - It's the
game of seeing who's first with instinct.

A knight is placed at the center, tied.

And the others
start hurling fruit to hit him.

The knight who's blindfolded
has to guess who did the throwing.

If he guesses, va con Dios que esta libre,
he's free, and is tied the one who hit him.

If he doesn't guess, remains blindfolded,

and you throw again at him.

Tr�s bien, accepted!
And who goes to the center first?

V�lgame Dios, we'll cast lots!
- Let the lots decide! - No lots!

I can't allow that the
first one to be tied up

is a French knight who is
my prisoner and my guest.

El primero to receive the launch
will be Don Diego Garcia de Paredes!

You want to prevent me from
participating in the game, Don Diego!

I could never forgive myself, as a
Frenchman, for letting a Spaniard,

my victor,

beat me also in knight's courtesy.

You're right!

The first one will be
neither Spanish nor French.

Here he is, who will be the first.

Sunia! Who was it?

I suspect Terrano.
- Blindfold!

And now, who was it?

Don Pedro.
- Ojo bendado!

Thank you, Don Diego.

Pedro!

Free him immediately.
And give him this money.

Let him have fun at my expense,
as I had fun at his expense.

My lord forgive me,
but this se�orita is right!

Sunia is not to blame for being
neither Spanish nor French.

If it pleases you, I can pity him sincerely

for his misfortune of being born here.

My lord forgive me, but certainly forgets
that this se�orita is also native of here.

I don't remember, no.

The lady who today adorns your table,
yesterday adorned mine.

And you want me to be so impolite as to
remember that she was born in Italy?

I think that your contempt is excessive.

Or is it excessive your generosity?
- It may be!

They say that generosity is
the wealth of the winner. - Paredes!

Shall I tolerate these words as your host,
or endure them as your prisoner?

I pray my friend De La Motte
to appease his excited mood,

and recover the serenity
of a French knight.

My lord, forgive me:
if Sunia were a Frenchman,

and we Spaniards had hurled
to laugh behind his back..

Impossible! A Frenchman, in place of Sunia,
wouldn't have endured it.

Bueno..

I'll consider the case of the
French Sunia as impossible.

But now suppose that, Sunia being Italian,

you too, my lord, you were Italian.
- No, Don Diego, no.

Not even starving I'd accept
to confront, on a par,

an Italian!

Oh, yes?

And then I declare to you now, solemnly,
that only one knight in the world

can claim to have disarmed and spared
the life of Don Diego Garcia de Paredes!

And that this knight is an Italian.
Ettore Fieramosca of Capua.

Ettore Fieramosca!

The man of the bridge! A brave, sure,
and I would have fought with him willingly.

But it's not my fault if the only Italian
who has faced us with valour

is dead.

Fieramosca!

Where is Fieramosca?
- Fieramosca is out of action, beauty!

He consumed all his spirits
to get two companies massacred.

By now he's got no more for you or anyone.

Guy De La Motte has insulted you.
All the Italian men-at-arms, he insulted!

Traitors, corrupt..
Unworthy to fight with French men-at-arms!

He would fight only with Fieramosca!
Tell me, where is he?

There he is, still as we picked him up.

Fieramosca, snap out of it now!
- Or shall we resort to Colonna?

Guy De La Motte insulted all the Italian
men-at-arms! - He'll fight only with you.

My sweet love!

Why you look at me like that?

A godly sacrament, you know,

binds me now, until death, to Graiano.

And I had to avoid you, the more I felt
my strength fail thinking of you.

Instead, he sent my horse to divide us.

He made a deception.

Graiano. Not you!

Oh, not me, Ettore! You don't know yet.

How I could I want to offend you

when I'm here because you are here!

And I could no longer live..

When I saw my horse come back
with all that blood,

immediately I clung to it
so that it'd take me to Graiano,

to tell him that I loved you..

and his dagger would free me from life,

and I could join you here!

The air has never been so clear and serene.

One had to die,
to begin this sweet journey.

Why had I hesitated so long, Ettore?

Everything is so clear and beautiful!

And you look at me..

I feel your breath on my face..

Feel my hand?

Alive!

We're alive, Giovanna, for God's mercy!

And I thank him because he deemed
me worthy to put you in my arms.

I feel he wanted to relieve me from the
burden of the blood I shed for the deception

and so I can again feel opening my spirit!

If you're with me, I'm alive!

So alive.. that now I'll prepare you a gift
finer and bigger than a wedding gift!

I greet the great
Don Diego Garcia de Paredes!

V�lgame Dios!
Bravo, caballero!

It seems to me they've buried you too soon!

Milord De La Motte,

here's Ettore Fieramosca.

But perhaps the young man came right
to make me keep my word. No? - No.

To warn you, in your interest, to use it, if
you can, with more discretion and prudence.

The only imprudence I regret is to have
judged you worthy to cross swords with me.

But maybe it was just out of respect
to the memory, thinking you were dead.

When they tell you that folks
of my land are dead, beware.

They walked a lot in the world,
for centuries.

And it may be that sometimes
they're sleeping heavily for fatigue.

But when you get to grips they wake up.
And the score can't be settled without us.

It looks like a game, and it's wrong.
- Too many words!

Here I am!

Get off! - I? Why you want me to go down,
when I offer you the chance to go up?

You insult all the nobility of France!
- And you all my people!

Caballeros!

I see behind you Captain Prospero Colonna.

I hope that under his eyes you won't avoid,
with puns, the risk of a confrontation.

That's it! I came just to tell you: enough!

It's no use a fight between me and you:
but your men and mine. We remained 13.

And we'll attend just as many, with no
other choice than that done by death.

We're thus all the men-at-arms
of my race, even though we're 13.

We ask to fight, by spear and sword,

to any blood, in equal numbers,
you and us, on neutral field!

Milord De La Motte..

The proposal will not have
seemed to you a pun,

and we know that you too don't use any.

Ettore,

go to the quarter of
Captain Consalvo of Cordova,

and tell him that Prospero Colonna
calls for a truce for neutral field.

Monseigneur Martellin de Lambris.

El se�or Martellin de Lambris.

Milord Martellin de Lambris.

Monseigneur Naute de la Fraise.

El se�or Naute de la Fraise.

Milord Naute de la Fraise.

Monseigneur Guy De La Motte.

El se�or Guy De La Motte.

Milord Guy De La Motte.

Monseigneur Grajan d'Aste.

El se�or Grajan d'Aste.

Milord Graiano d'Asti.

That one's up to you.

Never again I'll shed
a drop of Italian blood.

The blood of traitors is not baptized!

And the ground where it falls rejects it.

So let the names of the
Italian knights be heralded.

No, Don Consalvo, names don't count.

It counts that they all enter together,
united!

That they have one name only, for all.

The Italians!

Los italianos!
- Les Italiens!

Captain Colonna,

Why they removed the feathers from the
helmets? - And wear black shoulder straps?

Fieramosca!

The great Captain Consalvo of Cordova

asks me why you removed
the feathers from the helmets,

and put the black bands on our armors.

As a sign of mourning
for our fallen comrades.

And for our divided people.

Martellin de Lambris, prisonnier!

Grajan d'Aste, mort!

Martellin de Lambris, prisoner!

Graiano d'Asti, dead!

Who unsaddled the Frenchman? - Fieramosca.
- And Graiano? Who hit him? - All others.

Cheerful, captain, the French
have two less. - One, Don Diego.

The other was already sentenced before
fighting. And so be it with all traitors.

Naute de la Fraise, disarmed!

Naute de la Fraise, desarmado!
- Naute de la Fraise, desarm�!

Fleur de lys!

It takes more than money!

Sacet de Sacet, prisoner!

Sacet de Sacet, prisionero!

Sacet de Sacet, prisonnier!

It takes more than money!

Charles de Torgues, prisoner!

Charles de Torgues, prisionero!
- Charles de Torgues, prisonnier!

Guy De La Motte, desmontado!

Guy De La Motte, d�sar�onn�!

Milord De La Motte!

Now is the time of our confrontation!

Surrender, De La Motte! - It'll never be
that a Frenchman surrenders to an Italian!

Milord De La Motte!

Excuse me, my lords, for having intervened,

but at this point sacrificing the
life of a brave would be useless,

and thus silly!

Monseigneur De La Motte has to admit

that even a Frenchman, sometimes,
may be in the wrong.

La victoire est aux Italiens!

Han vencido los italianos!

The Italians have won!

The End
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