All language subtitles for Trilogia-3-Colonel Wolodyjowski

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COLONEL WOLODYJOWSKI

Script based on the novel
by Henryk Sienkiewicz

STARRING

MUSIC

SCENOGRAPHY
COSTUME DESIGN

MILITARY EQUIPMENT
AND COSTUMES

INTERIOR DESIGN
MAKE-UP

SOUND
EDITING

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY

DIRECTED BY

The year 1668...

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

After King John Casimir abdicated,

foreign princes sought
to attain the Polish throne...

We don't want a foreigner
as a ruler!

I'm voting for no German!

You'd prefer a Frenchman,
wouldn't you?

Great Condé is a famous commander.

But we don't need
to look among foreign knights.

He's longing for a French King!

Is there any vacant lodging
around here?

When the Parliament is in session?!

One ungrateful town!

I wrested it from the Swedes
with my own blood!

And now it begrudges
a corner to sleep in.

If Czarniecki was alive,
we'd elect him!

Or Prince Jeremi Wisniowiecki!

- So you're going to Kamieniec?
- Those were the Hetman's orders.

When are you leaving?

A fortnight hence.

Lord Sobieski is greatly
concerned about Kamieniec.

Stormy clouds are gathering
over the Turkish frontier again.

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 long!
Where are you staying?

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

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

My good sir, I would be honoured,
if you stayed at my house.

You must've fallen
straight from heaven!

Young Nowowiejski.

Wolodyjowski's friend and officer.

My pleasure.

Speaking of Wolodyjowski...

has he and his fiancée
arrived in Warsaw already?

So, you haven't heard?

The colonel's fiancée
has passed away.

She died...

Anna died...

Poor Michal.

He never wanted anything
from life except a wife.

He's deprived of greed
and selfish ambition.

The battlefields his home.

And now this,
just before the wedding.

Poor Michal.

I've sent for his sister,
so that she brings him consolation.

She lives far from here
and hasn't arrived yet.

Where is he now?

He's tired with the world,

so he became a Camaldoli monk.

A monk?
Good God!

It troubles Grand Hetman as well.

You won't find another
soldier like that.

He will not remain a monk!

Even if I have to storm
the monastery!

Calm down.

If I can't persuade him,
I'll trick him.

He's a soldier, not a cleric!

I have a letter from the Primate.

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.

Apage!

Have you never been
tempted to leave?

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

We'll see about that.

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

There's no one by that name here.

Brother Michal.
The former Colonel.

We call him Brother Jerzy now.

But he still hasn't taken his vows.

And he never 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 in any regiment.

It's not proper for me to hear this.

When Brother Jerzy comes,
you'd better leave,

because we're going to be
discussing very worldly matters.

I think I'd rather leave now.

Praise the Lord.

Michal!

We all wept over your loss.

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

It was God's will.
Resign yourself to it.

Have you found comfort
behind these walls?

I did.

In the words that I hear every day.

Memento mori...

Death is a consolation for me.

Death is easier to find
at the battlefield.

There's no life here because
there are no worldly matters.

It's like

living in a different world.

I shouldn't tell you then

that the Tartars are mustering
in great force against the republic,

Why would you care?

Memento mori...

You're right.

No wonder you're putting your own peace
of mind above that of your country.

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

Why?
Leave me alone.

Your dear friend,

who shared each slice of
bread with you, is dying

and wishes to see you.

Who's this?

- Tell me.
- Ketling.

- What happened?
- He was wounded defending me.

I'm not sure, if he will
live to see tomorrow.

Come and comfort a dying man.

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

To Ketling's health!

- Let's go.
- Will you not drink to my health?

İf quick!

I would be extremely ungrateful
not to drink to yours.

Thank you very much.

I hate empty bottles.

You haven't taken your vows yet,

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 he's good at.

And He made you for the sword.

Do not mention the sword.

Stop!

Get down, Sirs!

Leave us alone.

Johann,
there's something for you.

Mead!

You better withdraw.

I shouldn't shed any blood.

Have mercy, my Lord!

You serve the commonwealth.

I don't care for your bloody
commonwealth!

He's here!

Zagloba succeeded!
Victory!

- How's Ketling?
- Lord Michal!

- Is he still alive?
- He is!

- Colonel Michal!
- This way?

Yes.

My friend?

Michal!

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, my old soldier?

The hand of God
has bowed thee 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.

Kate's gone to baker's
And Stan said:

Hold me close
for it's cold and rainy

and the wind's blowing.
Where shall I spent the night?

Why are you being so quiet, Michal?

Are you taking a nap on your horse?

Why should I be happy?

Ketling's got an expedition
and went to Kamenets,

and you want me to stroll with you
from tavern to tavern!

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 you want to put your hands
on your sides, and crow like a rooster.

You should get married, Michal.

Don't remind me of marriage.
It brings back my sorrow.

I won't say another word.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Kiss a dog's tail!

Michal!

Basia! What am I
supposed to do with you?

- He should've answered!
- Forgive her, sir.

The young lady mistook you
for a thug.

- Michal!
- Sister!

My dearest brother!

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

I left, the moment I had heard
of your misfortune.

God help you,
my beloved brother.

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

But hide your heads from the Tartars
for the storm is coming.

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

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

Oh, Michal,
your face is so thin!

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

- With three servants!
- Let me, my sister...

You must help us find a place.

- I do have a place for you!
- Really?!

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,
you don't know who they are.

Make the acquaintance.

This is Krystyna Drochojowska.

And this is 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, I must admit.

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 towns,
nor famous men.

If the town was ten times bigger,

you ladies would still be
its most precious ornaments.

- How can you tell in the dark?
- Basia!

Hopeless girl!

I am Zagloba.

Welcome, your Ladyship.

Forgive me for the delayed welcome

but my horse got scared
and went astray.

Supper must be ready by now.

For when the belly's not fed,
there's an awful mess in the head.

Please.

Oh, knights,
please believe me

Useless is armour

Shields give no service...

I feel that Michal will
forget his misfortune

in the presence of
this delightful company.

I know him well.

Soon, one of them
will strike such sparks out of him,

that his heart
will be burning like tinder!

If shields cannot save
a strong knight from arrows,

How can a weak woman
guard herself?

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

They're very fair young ladies,
especially little Barbara.

They don't feel
the will of God yet.

Krysia perhaps but not Basia.

Just wait and see.

Such is our destiny.

Basia! The things
I have to put up with!

She just thinks of swords,
wars and horses!

Once she sneaked away
to hunt ducks.

She saw a Tartar creeping
along towards the village.

She fired at him
and he dropped into the water!

She shot him dead on the spot!

And with what?
A pellet gun!

I sure got him!

Oh, my darling little haiduk!

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

What am I, in comparison
to such knights?

We can teach you
how to work with sabre

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.

Are all the women
in your region Amazons?

And what is your favorite weapon,
younglady?

None, sir.

None?

Through steel and iron

Cupid's sharp arrows
Go to all hearts...

That's her favorite weapon!

And she uses it well!

You brush me off 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 show you 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
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's so sweaty
she'll catch a cold!

Krysia, you stay here!
Basia!

Haven't you heard?

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 the 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!

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

because she might show something
that others find amusing.

I've got trousers 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 realised more than once

that the commonwealth must perish.

Chaos dominates law here!

The public good

is too often used for private gain.

I thought to myself,

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.

Thanks to them
this nation will be reborn.

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 wrote

that Kamieniec,
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 Kamieniec.

You'll form garrisons
at Rashkov and Chrepty.

Chrepty was a stronghold
but it got burnt down.

You'll rebuild it.

Take your old soldiers,

and I'll also give you the Lipki,

squadron of our Polish Tartars.

Introduce the Commander
of the Tartars.

Watch the frontier very carefully.

If some Tartar hordes
happen to cross it, crush them.

And come back for the election,

I'll be needing you here then.

This is Melechowicz

who commands the Lipki Tartars.

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

I'm happy to meet
such a fine cavalier.

Soldiers say that one may
meet ghosts at the twilight.

They may be a good or bad omen.

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

Nowowiejski is playing
hide and seek with Basia,

and I slipped out for I was anxious
why the Hetman called for you.

Are you really
so concerned about me?

Yes.

I don't want to be ridiculous

but I could fall
to my knees on this snow.

Don't say such things.

To reward me, promise that you'll stay
so that I can take care of you.

I cannot.

That cannot be!

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...

Are you crying, my Lady?!

Do not take me for
a frivolous man or a fop.

I'm too old for that.

Will you have me?

Michal...

Do you consent?

Yes.

Krysia!
I owe you so much.

Those who don't know it,
may blame me.

Must we tell them
about our engagement?

What do you mean?

Why should we risk the gaze
of other people?

Let's wait until you come back.
Alright?

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

I see that you're as smart
as beautiful.

Agreed.

They won't escape us.

Their prisoners slow them down.

They'll kill the captives,
before we reach them.

When I returned from the battlefield,
I found my house burnt down.

The horde took my Halszka captive...

Drink, forget your sorrows.

Here's to you.

Mead is the best remedy for sorrows.

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 take the boy
and exchange him for my Halszka.

I got a large party

and succeeded.

I burnt down the village,

took the boy
and a splendid booty with him.

The pursuers didn't catch us.

But not so far from Kamieniec,
I was attacked by robbers.

They cut me with knives,

throttled me with a rope
and fled with the boy.

That's how my Halszka
was lost forever.

Maybe she's still alive.

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 little rascal?

How? Where?

They sunk without trace.

But although the boy
was only 3 years old,

I'd recognize him anywhere.

Had a blueish fish tattooed
on each breast.

Many Tartars wear that mark.

Especially along the coast.

That's not true.

I saw carrion left after
Tuhay Bey's death.

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 noblemen,
even though they're Tartars.

And they serve
the commonwealth faithfully.

To your health, sir.

Thank you.

The stars of death,
perhaps they're rather eyes...

Full of anxiety
by night and day...

Be favourable
Though I'm harming you.

You've been torturing my heart
for a long time now...

I am Ketling of Elgin.

Michal told me on his way
to Chrepty

that I have the honour
to receive guests 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 barrack
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
so can entertain his sister.

I shall turn for your assistance.

I'll beg on my knees, if necessary.

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

Is Ketling a great soldier?

There's no other like him.

Is he better than Michal?

- No, he isn't.
- I knew it.

Why are you so concerned
about Michal?

What if I am'?

Let's go. I'm thirsty
after all this dancing.

Let me tell you: it's hard
to find Ketling's peer in battle,

but he's absolutely
peerless in love.

All the young ladies
fall in love with him.

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

- May we join you?
- Please.

May I ask
what the conversation was about?

About love.

- About such a pleasant subject?
- Yes.

I shall be delighted
to hear your opinion.

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.

To love is to be maimed.

A man is blind for everything
but his love.

Order to make boots for dogs
of such love!

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

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

And since everyone would
give their life for love,

then love

is more valuable than life.

It's great that your Ketling
has arrived.

He's sending for musicians to amuse you.
I'm going to have so much fun.

Basia!

He'll do all sorts of wonders
to amaze 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,
after dinner and as Scots do.

Will you be mine?

Oh, I'm so miserable!

Look, that's where the heads
of Their Majesties rested.

The queen used to sit here.

Take a rest 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,

with all my heart.

And before this altar,
I declare my love to you.

Let's pray for God's mercy.

- Lord, have mercy on us.
- Lord, be merciful.

Lord, have mercy on us...

Lord, have mercy on me...

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.

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'd come immediately.

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

Are you leaving now?

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

When will you be back?

Never.

- Krysia!
- What?

Krysia,

I dreamt that a Tartar
killed Michal with an arrow.

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

My Lord,
Thou shall not forsake him.

Thou shall save him
from cruel sword,

from raged dogs and lions.

Krysia, pray with me.

...save him, my Lord...

Krysia?

I'll be doing nothing else
but praying for the rest of my life.

What are you talking about?

I should enter the convent.

Krysia!

Yes,

I'm going to take the veil.

But why?

Why?

Do not ask for a reason, My Lord.

I know I'm causing you grief.

But it cannot be otherwise.

Leave me some hope at least.

I cannot.

Krysia...

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

Promise tour hand to Ketling,
make him love you,

then trample on his heart
and become a nun.

Colonel Michal...

I wish all women were killed!

I'm not the one who's chosen
a convent because of Ketling!

Oh, those traitors!

Give me a horse!

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

What's with you, girl?

Out of anger,
I've told him they're in love!

I don't understand.

- Michal went to kill Ketling!
- In the name of Father and Son!

Bring the carriage out!

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

- Who?
- Michal.

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

Hail Mary, full of grace,
God be with you...

The Lord is with Thee...

My gracious 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...

How can I blame him?
I can't.

What are you to be blamed for?
Nothing.

It's no wonder that Ketling
fell in love with you.

Who wouldn't?

And that you fell in love with him?

That's my fate.

My destiny is to blame.

May God give you
happiness with Ketling.

It hurts me a bit
but that doesn't matter.

God bless you.

You won't go to any convent.

I wish you two to bless me,
not curse me.

Why are you weeping, young lady?

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 Michal
than ten Ketlings.

Because

I love you...

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!
Thugs! Rakes!

My naughty, beloved brats!

The year 1670.

The incompetent King, Michal I,
sat on the Polish Throne.

Poland was torn by domestic strives.

Sparse garrisons guarded the south-east
boundaries of Poland.

Fair steppe,
why thou are so silent?

Silent steppe,
why thou are so silent?

When the morning comes,
I'll be killed...

The trumpets
announce the attack [...]

We must guard the frontier.

The foe is not going to strike first.

We're not afraid of khan [...]

My dear Tartar horse,
you sure can run...

My loyal horse,
why are you so sad?

I'll be killed at night,
I'll be buried the next day...

We must guard the frontier.

The foe is not going to strike first.

We're not afraid of khan [...]

A large detachment
has crossed the border.

Gentlemen, we're leaving
at midnight.

Michal...

- Basia...
- Michal...

Give her a treat just once.

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

That's the enemy.

Nowowiejski and his men
should be over there.

Melechowicz and his Polish
Tartars - right there.

And Snitko is there.

You'll see the whole battle.

Will you move soon?

The enemy will be
driven to us first.

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.

Michal, you're the best commander
in the world!

It's begun.

Here they come.

Perhaps we could move a little back?

You know I hate the crowd.

Follow me!!!

Oh, no.
Some have broken through.

Here! This way!

Basia!

My dearest!

The moss saved her.
She'll be fine.

Basia...

Be careful, Basia!

She'll be fine.

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 to you.

Speak.

The moment 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've got to win her.

Allah, I must have her!

- Ewa!
- Adam, my brother!

Who are these visitors?

Old Lord Nowowiejski
with his daughter.

Michal, send for Melechowicz.

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

I'll go get him.

I terribly missed that boy.

It's been 10 years since the rascal
fled to join the army.

Don't call your son a rascal,

he's a notable soldier.

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

I'll go with him
to enjoy his company.

I'll take Ewa with me!

She wants to see the world.

Whenever she sees a handsome officer,
she begins leaping with joy!

It's not safe to travel
with young girls these days.

There's no doubt the Turks
will start the war in spring.

- We've beaten the Turks before.
- We lack men.

Our only hope is the fortress
of Kamieniec.

It's an eagle's nest.

I'm not so sure if there's an eagle
or a crow in it.

What do you mean?

Lord Potocki,
who commands the fortress,

thinks only about his family,
not the country.

He does not like Hetman Sobieski.

Long live Hetman Sobieski!

Long live Colonel Wolodyjowski!

Long live the Colonel's wife!

Every girl's a tinder,
Each men's a flint.

There 'II be plenty of sparks
Just strike them out!

Alva?!

What are you doing here, you dog'?

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

Colonel, Sir!

This is my man and a runaway.

He used to live at my house
since he was a boy.

Ewa, tell us, who is this?

Azya !

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

Serving in army as a young man,
I found him in the steppe.

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 Ewa.

I had him flogged
and he ran away.

What are you waiting for'?
Seize him!

Melechowicz is one of
the Hetman's officers.

I'm a nobleman
and I know my rights!

I'm in command here
and no one else.

Melechowicz, what do you have
to say for yourself?

If he's my man,

he's got fish tattooed on his breast.

That's him!

Azya.
Tu hay Bey's son .

My captive...

I am Tuhay Bey's son.

This squire claims
that I'm his man.

Better than him offered their backs
when my father was mounting a 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.

And I love those who never
showed me I was inferior.

Ewa...

Do you love Azya?

Well, tell me.
Do you?

I don't know.

But you don't deny it.
So you do love him.

Take no of fence.
I told Michal of my love first.

And so what?
All's well.

You must really have loved
each other.

How was it? Tell me.

He told me of his love
in the lumber room.

Really?
What happened next?

Then he grabbed me
and began to kiss me.

What did you do?!

I was too afraid to scream.

- You were?
- Yes.

Then you do love him.

What happened afterwards?

Father came and hit him.

Then he beat me.

And then he had him flogged.
Azya spent a fortnight in bed.

All will be well.
Leave it to me.

You won't go with your father.

You'll stay here
so that you can see Azya.

He'll take you to Rashkov
and fall at your father's feet.

- Clever thought, isn't it?
- Father will never agree.

He'll have no choice.
Azya is of royal blood.

Besides...

I'll come with you,
and beg your father to consent.

Do you have any letters?

There are none, Effendi.

I was ordered to say it to you.

Get up and speak.

War is certain. We're supposed to
move for Adrianople in the spring.

Where will the Khan be?

He'll cross the Wild Fields
and storm Kamieniec.

You are welcomed under my roof,
Halim.

You have brought me good news.

What's wrong?

It's been two weeks since my father
left and Azya's done nothing.

Even if he looks at me, I'm not sure
whether it's love or hate.

Don't be stupid.

He's wild so he loves wildly.

You cannot take her from him,
Effendi.

The Little Falcon cannot be tricked.

Watch out for him!
He's terrifying.

Silence, dog!

Who's there?

It's me.
May I come in?

I'd like to talk to you.

Please, sit down.

- Do you know what this is about?
- No, I don't.

Sometimes one can be
secretly in love

but does not dare to speak of it.
Do you understand?

What exactly do you have in mind?

I've kept Ewa here on purpose so that
you could have a chance to see her.

I see.

If you do not tell her of your love,
I will not let her go to Rashkov.

But that's not all!

I also intended to come so that
I could intercede for you both.

Do come with us, gracious Lady!

My Lady...

- You really love her that much?
- To death!

Ewa loves you, too.

After the dark night,
God sends light to earth

and commands the sun
to rise from the sea.

In two weeks,
she will be mine.

- Forever!
- Son of Tuhay Bey,

you are great and mighty.

Halim, you're leaving today.

Tell our frontier troops
to cause great alarm.

Polish soldiers from Yampil and Rashkov
will follow them into the steppe.

I want the road which I'll take

to be free of troops.

- Michal...
- What that, honey?

You know, Azya is
wildly in love with Ewa.

Really?

Michal, do you still
love me as you did?

Basia...

My dearest love!

What is it?

Michal...

Azya is taking Ewa to Rashkov
in a few days.

I know.

Let me go with them.

What?
Get it out of your head.

- Michal...
- You're not going...

You're not...
No...

In the name of God!

Be well, Basia.

There are horse tracks in the steppe.

It's doubtful that the Tartars
would move in winter

but it needs to be checked.

I'd come with you but I'm waiting
for Ewa and Colonel's wife.

Don't be so hard on Azya, father.

- Don't tell me what to do.
- He's a good officer.

- It's none of your concern.
- Father...

Alright.

May God be with you.

All men are like that.

Michal won't even look at me,
when he's on duty.

If you're going to love a soldier,
choose a good one.

We've been travelling for 3 days now
and Azya has said nothing.

He didn't even have time for me
when we stopped.

You should speak with Ewa.

I have to watch my men.

I see but Rashkov is near,

and before you speak to Nowowiejski,
you should talk to Ewa.

- Effendi...
- Speak.

Their regiment has left.

- What about the old man?
- He stayed at Rashkov.

Move!

There are no troops at Mogilev.

None at Yampil.

Nor at Rashkov.

I am the only Lord here.

Azya, what's with you?

Just say the word and I'll
put Akkerman at your feet.

And all the hordes which
roam the steppe.

You don't know that
you're the only one I love!

Now you're mine and no one
can take you away from me!

- No! No!
- Mine!

Michal!

Effendi!

What is it, Master?

What happened?

Go after her!

Bring her back dead or alive!

Michal...
I can't go on...

Please, forgive me...

In the name of the Father
and the Son and the Holy Ghost...

Oh, Jesus...

I can hear the cranes...

That's Chrepty...

In whose hands are we?

I've asked you a question!

In mine.
The son of Tuhay Bey.

Azya !

Whom you brought up...

...and whose back streamed with
blood under your parental hands!

You traitor!
Don't touch me!

I'll be avenged!
I have a son!

And a daughter!
For whom you had me flogged!

And whom I'll now give
to the lowest of the horde!

Azya!
I've always loved you!

Father!
Save me!

YOU dog!

Azya! No!

All that I have left now,

is to avenge my father's death
and my sister's shame.

I'm marching
into the Turkish lands.

There I shall sit in hiding
and wait.

War is certain in the spring.

The treacherous Lipki Tartars

know the roads and the fords.

They'll be in the first line
of the Sultan's troops.

I'll catch them off guard
in their own land.

Either I'll kill Tuhay Bey's son,

or I'll die myself.

Signed: Nowowiejski.

Quench the fires!

Quench the fires!

Put them out!

Commander, they're here!

There are only a few horsemen.

They're leading the herd
to the pasture.

They march at night.

It's too hot during the day.

Our Lipki Tartars!

Are you sure?

Quite sure.

Well, my friend.

Talk or you'll go to hell
with roasted feet.

Have mercy,
I'll tell you everything I know.

- Where's Tuhay Bey's son?
- A mile from here.

- How many people does he have?
- 600 Tartars.

- You're not lying?
- I wouldn't dare!

He's got no more than that.

The Murza's tent is easy to recognize.
There's a horse's tail on top.

Are there any women in his tent?

Did you hear me?

I'll tell you everything!
I just obeyed his orders!

Well?

The Murza gave the sister
of Your Grace to the horde.

Well, you rascal.

Your time has come.

For what you've done,
you'll be dying in torture.

You can start.

Do it slowly.
Together!

Are you croaking?

Stop!
Unharness the horses.

Put him up.

Do it straight.

Now you're going to hell, brother.

But we'll roast you a bit first.
Give me the torch!

Christ! That's a certain death.

Sergeant, sir,
that's where the Turks are!

May he rest in peace.

You may go.

Tell the soldiers
to assemble at the square.

So there's no hope any longer.

The entire Turkish power
is moving up on us.

What will you do with her'?

You'll take her to Warsaw.

Wherever you go, Michal,
so will I.

The siege has begun.

I declare the opening
of the war council.

Take the floor, gentlemen.

- What are we to discuss?
- Everything.

First, we wish to hear
what the command thinks.

Everyone is in command.

The whole Council.

Pardon me, my Lord. I've spent
my entire life in the service.

But I've never heard
of anything like this.

There must be one leader.
One will.

I've decided to confide

the command to the council.

And my decision stands.

May I remind your Lordship

that even the Romans,
who were the greatest warriors,

had a dictator in times of war.

We, Poles, do not have to learn
history from foreigners.

We have our own wisdom.

It says:

Just as there's a greater flame from
an armful of wood than from a single log,

so will many heads provide
better advice than one.

I praise the modesty of Lord Potocki
and I support him.

Recte!

So it is decided.

Common Council, common command

and common responsibility
before the commonwealth.

Now, let's discuss the defense.

Lord Wolodyjowski is most
experienced in this field.

Therefore let him speak first.

We have 1,060 soldiers.

We should put them in both castles.

The noblemen and the townspeople
will defend the city walls.

Does everyone agree?

Very well.

Ketling should be put
in charge of the artillery.

He is most experienced in this.

Agreed?

Good.

The enemy will head its
main force for the castles.

Please, let me have
command of them, my Lords.

Very well.

And how do you see this
whole situation, Colonel?

- Will we hold out?
- That's what we're here for.

The lower castle serves only
for the first resistance.

Until it's blown up by mines.

- And this is more than sure.
- Why are you so certain?

It stands on a rock.

Only a fool wouldn't blow it up.

What do we do then?

We'll move the guns
to the upper castle.

It's on a cliff. It can't be
blown up even with mines.

That's where
the real defense begins.

God forbid but what if...

What if the upper castle
is reduced to rubble?

Then we'll defend ourselves
from rubble.

What other choice do we have
than to defend the castle

until the last drop of blood?

We could still negotiate.

- What?
- We didn't come here for negotiations.

- No negotiations!
- We're here to fight!

The Monsignore
is protected by his robe!

His place is in the church!

I could have been elsewhere.

I didn't desert my flock
in the time of need

and is this my reward'?

Forgive us, Reverend Father,

we meant no of fence.

Our will to defend the country
caused this uproar.

The session is over.
Thank you, gentlemen.

To your battle stations,
dear brothers!

What is your Lordship's opinion,

will we hold out?

You heard yourself, my Lord Bishop.

We may hold the fortress
for a month or two.

Maybe three.

Meanwhile, Sobieski
will muster troops

and grow in strength.

I vow and take oath,

that being entrusted
with the command of the upper castle,

I shall not let the enemy into
its walls until I am alive.

Nor shall I leave its walls
or raise a white flag.

Even if I am to be buried in
its ruins.

So help me God

and the Holy Cross.
Amen.

I vow and take oath,

for all the benefactions
which I've experienced in Poland,

to defend the castle
to the last drop of my blood

and to bury myself under the ruins

rather than let the enemy in.

So help me God

and the Holy Cross.
Amen.

Remember, Michal.

If, God forbid...

I don't know,
what would become of me...

Quiet, Basia...

I have to.

Quarrels and brawls
in parliament.

Hetman has no power nor army.

Cowards sit in the War Council.

Are they just cowards?

We have to set an example.

The one that lifts people's hearts
and inspires conscience.

If the echo of these
cannons does not reach Warsaw,

the Commonwealth will perish.

Light the tar rags.

Light the tar rags.

Fire!

Discharge mortars!

Fire!

Fire!

Christ!

Throw the flaming rags!

After such a storm, the courage
of pagans begins to break.

Not for long.

They're digging again.

Look at that.

Unusual guests at the walls.

Welcome, gentlemen.
ls all well?

The attack was repulsed.

- What about losses?
- As in any siege.

My God, so much Christian
blood is being shed here.

They're laying mines.

That's the usual thing
in times of siege.

God, God...

So we'll have to
abandon the lower castle.

I told you it would only serve
for the first resistance.

What if we have to withdraw
from the upper castle?

Where will we go?

I'll go under the ground.

Michal!

For God's sake!
Who do I see?

She wouldn't listen.
I told her she'd get us both killed.

I begged her on my knees
but she only repeated: I must go!

Bash, you have no fear of Goth!

You're my most faithful friend
until death.

Grenades were falling like pears.
I thought I'd burst.

From anger, of course, not fear.

- How about the townsfolk?
- Brave.

But seeing their stores are burning,
the rich merchants ask the Bishop

to surrender the town.

I slapped in the face the one
who insisted the most.

The Bishop was angry with me.

I need no silver, no gold,
Nothing is glory to me.

Let me die of hunger,
if only near thee...

Michal, did you hear that?

If only near thee.

Bash.

Listen, Basia.

What, Michal?

To tell you the truth,
we're very happy together.

And I think,

that if one of us died,

the other would miss beyond measure.

Michal, have pity
on yourself and on me.

When my time comes,
which is a soldier's destiny,

you should say to yourself:
It's nothing.

You must say to yourself:

Michal has gone away.

True, it's quite far away...

Very far away.

- But that's nothing.
- No.

Remember, Basia.

That's nothing.

Fire!

Fire!

Vivat!

We've hit their gun powder!

An order for the colonel!

We shall surrender!

A letter from Lord Potocki, sir.

An agreement has been signed.

We must withdraw from the castle.

Each man has a right to betake oneself
wherever he wishes.

Carry out the order, gentlemen.

My old friend...

Do me a favor.

Go to my wife
and tell her from me...

Tell her...

That's nothing.

Ketling...

The time has come.

Colonel Wolodyjowski.

For the love of God,

Colonel Wolodyjowski.

The alarm has sounded!

There's war!

The enemy's crossed the boundaries!

But you do not rise!

You do not seize your sword!

You do not mount your horse!

What has happened to you,
soldier?

Have you forgotten
your former valour?

Do you abandon us
with sorrow and anxiety?

Who will resist the Turks?

Who will fight them?

Who will lift our sunken spirit?

One year later.

In the fields of Khotyn,

Polish troops
routed the Turkish army.