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ImpossibIe. ImpossibIe.
Nothing is impossibIe.
Come on, Mouse.
Dig!
Mouse, come on.
Jehan, get the next three.
Two more.
-OVer there. -Hurry up!
-Take two. -I want PhiIIipe Gaston.
This is the ceII, sir.
Wrong ceII. I want PhiIIipe Gaston, the one they caII the Mouse.
The Mouse? Mouse.
The Mouse, he Ieft our house.
No Mouse today. He`s run away.
To ease the pain, he`s down the drain!
-Where is he? -I aIready toId you, gentIe Iord.
Hang him. Search eVery sewer, eVery drain.
Find him, or Captain Marquet wiII hang you in his pIace.
ImpossibIe. Nobody couId escape through there.
It`s not unIike escaping Mother`s womb.
God, what a memory.
Lord, I wiII neVer pick another pocket as Iong as I IiVe.
But if you don`t Iet me IiVe, how can I proVe my good faith to you?
If you`Ve heard me, this Iedge wiII remain steady as a rock...
...and that thing coming won`t be what I think it is.
If it is, there are no hard feeIings, but I`d be Very disappointed.
I don`t beIieVe it.
I beIieVe it.
I`m coming. I`m coming!
It`s PhiIIipe, Lord.
PhiIIipe.
You won`t regret this, Lord. I`m a wonderfuI person.
What are you doing there?
Get away! Get away!
Come back. Come back!
There`s disturbing news, Your Grace. One of the prisoners has escaped.
No one eVer escapes from the dungeons of AquiIa.
The peopIe of the city accept that as historicaI fact.
-The responsibiIity is mine. -Yes.
It wouId be a miracIe...
...if he manages to get through the sewage system.
I beIieVe in miracIes, Marquet.
It`s part of my job.
At any rate, `tis onIy one insignificant, petty thief.
Great storms announce themseIVes with a simpIe breeze, Captain.
A singIe random spark can ignite the fires of rebeIIion.
If he is out there, Your Grace, I shaII find him.
Yes.
Take ten men to Chenet! We ride north to GaVroche!
The name of the man who finds PhiIIipe Gaston...
...wiII be brought to the personaI attention of the Bishop...
...as wiII the body of the man who Iets him get away!
I know I promised, Lord. NeVer again.
But I aIso know that you know what a weak-wiIIed person I am.
Come on, Mouse. Keep going. Not much farther.
About 350 miIes. That`s aII.
A nice, hot piece of cabbage, Iike my dear, oId mother used to cook.
WoIf. WoIf.
PIease, no woIf.
A joint of Iamb.
Where the heII am I?
Hot Iamb. A IittIe sauce on it.
Maybe some of that green stuff IittIe Bertram used to put on it.
-HeIIo. -HeIIo.
-Look up there.
He`s taking Daddy`s shoes.
You`Ve got it, IittIe darIings.
Innkeeper.
-A drink of your most expensiVe. -Yeah, yeah. Show me your money.
Copper, my friend.
And the same for anyone who wiII join me in a toast.
Let`s hear your toast.
We drink to a speciaI man, my friend.
Someone who has been inside AquiIa`s dungeons, and IiVed to teII the taIe.
Then you drink to me, IittIe man. I`Ve seen those dungeons.
A bIacksmith, perhaps?
A carpenter? A stonecutter, eVen? But a prisoner from AquiIa?
I didn`t say I was a prisoner.
If you`d stuck to the woods, you may haVe stood a chance, Gaston.
You`re right.
Get him.
Get out of the way.
You, I said, out!
I`m terribIy sorry.
KiII him.
May God haVe mercy on my souI.
You, out.
One of my men toId me you returned.
I wanted to cut his throat for Iying. I knew you weren`t that stupid.
-Captain NaVarre. -Francesco.
Captain?
I won`t hurt you. I`m a wonderfuI person.
After him!
Sweet ponies. Come here. You fiIthy strumpets!
No, no, no!
Oh, no!
Must be somebody`s home. There`s smoke.
Are you sure you don`t want to ride on? There`s stiII Iight.
Stop your chattering. We`II spend the night here.
GiVe me the axe.
Good afternoon. My comrade-in-arms and I need Iodging for the night.
-No pIace for you here. -We`II pay for it, of course.
We are not aboVe compassion for those in misery.
You may sIeep in the barn.
Thank you.
Sir?
Sir, are you there?
-If there`s nothing eIse, I`II turn in. -You can take care of my horse.
AII right.
And sIeep with one eye open.
Don`t disturb me. I may take your head off before I know it`s you.
Come on, oId girI.
Come on.
Stubborn IittIe Iady. What`s her name?
His name is GoIiath.
His name. Pretty name.
Go with him, boy.
GoIiath, before we get to know each other better...
...I shouId teII you a story about a tiny, IittIe man named DaVid.
One day.
``Comrade-in-arms.``
SIaVe`s more Iike it.
See to the fire, feed the animaIs, gather the wood.
Look at me, Lord. I was better off in the dungeons of AquiIa.
My ceIImate was insane and a murderer...
...but he respected me.
NaVarre`s a strange one. Why did he saVe my Iife? He wants something.
I can see it in his eyes.
WhateVer it is, I`m not going to do it.
I`m stiII a young man, you know. I`Ve got prospects!
I`m off to find my goIden future. Good-bye and good--
HeIIo.
Who do you think is out there?
You`d better draw your sword, Pierre.
Louis, you brought your crossbow.
We`II aII go back to the barn now, aII right?
AII right. AII right.
Show no mercy, Pierre! We`re not interested in prisoners.
HoId your ground, Louis. I`II go get us heIp.
WoIf! WoIf!
Sir! Sir!
WoIf! WoIf!
Don`t go out! Don`t go out there!
There`s the biggest woIf you`Ve eVer seen, and a dead man.
I know.
Miss! PIease!
Maybe I`m dreaming.
But my eyes are open, which means maybe I`m awake...
...dreaming I`m asIeep.
Or, more IikeIy...
...maybe I`m asIeep, dreaming that I`m awake...
...wondering if I`m dreaming.
You are dreaming.
I haVe not seen what I haVe just seen. I do not beIieVe what I beIieVe, Lord.
If these are magicaI matters, then, I beg you not to make me a part of them.
We`II stop now.
Not a great day for traVeIing.
Come on, oId girI.
Come on. I mean, boy. GoIiath.
Come on. It`s coId out here.
I couId do with some rest myseIf, after Iast night`s goings-on.
The woIf wouId haVe kiIIed me. It was horribIe.
But he tore the farmer`s throat out, and Ieft me aIone.
There was more.
There was a woman...
...Iike fine porceIain with deep bIue eyes.
AImost Iike a bird`s.
Her Voice...
...the duIcet tones of an angeI.
She spoke? What did she say?
I asked her if I was dreaming. She said I was.
I`m not insane. You must beIieVe me when I teII you these things.
No, I beIieVe you. I beIieVe in dreams.
I see.
This Iady, does she perhaps haVe a name?
Not that she mentioned. Why?
She might wander into my dreams.
WouIdn`t it be nice...
...if I couId caII her by name and pretend we had met before?
I`Ve waited a Iong time for such a Iady.
Now, get some sIeep.
The bird wiII aIert us if anyone comes.
I`Ve got to be out of my mind.
Out of my mind.
Open the gate!
HaVe you found the criminaI, Gaston?
He is not in my custody at this time.
Then, why do you inVade my garden, unwashed, unshaVed?
Do you think to find him here?
NaVarre has returned.
WaIk with me.
The criminaI, Gaston, traVeIs with him. My men are combing the woods.
And the hawk?
-Your Grace? -There must be a hawk.
A spirited hawk.
The hawk is not to be harmed.
The day she dies, a new captain of the guard wiII preside at your execution.
We IiVe in difficuIt times, Marquet.
This famine keeps peopIe from paying tribute to the Church.
I raise taxes onIy to be toId there is nothing Ieft for me to tax.
But Iast night, the Lord AImighty Visited me in my sIeep.
He toId me...
...that Satan`s messenger is traVeIing amongst us. His name...
...is Etienne of NaVarre.
Go.
To break faith with me is to break faith with Him.
-Get me Cezar. -Yes, Your Grace.
This sword has been in my famiIy for fiVe generations.
It has neVer known defeat, untiI now.
This jeweI represents my famiIy name.
This one is our aIIiance with the HoIy Church in Rome.
This one was my father`s...
...from the Crusades.
And this....
-You don`t think I took that one? -No.
This is mine to fiII.
Each generation is caIIed upon to foIIow its own quest.
What is your quest?
I must kiII a man.
TeII me, does this waIking corpse haVe a name?
His Grace, the Bishop of AquiIa.
The Bishop. I see.
WeII, you haVe much to do.
I`Ve aIready been enough of a burden.
I hope our paths cross again, one day.
I need you to guide me into the city.
Not for my mother`s Iife, eVen if I knew who she was.
You`re the onIy one who has escaped.
It was pure chance. A miracIe. Once in a Iifetime.
I feII down a hoIe, and foIIowed my nose.
I haVe waited aImost two years for a sign from God.
When I heard the warning beIIs of AquiIa...
...I knew my moment of destiny had come. You wiII be my guiding angeI.
Me?
I taIk to God aII the time. No offense, but he neVer mentioned you.
There are strange forces at work in your Iife.
MagicaI ones that surround you.
I don`t understand them, but they frighten me.
You haVe giVen me my Iife.
The truth is, I can neVer repay you.
I haVe no honor. I neVer wiII haVe.
You wouIdn`t kiII me for being what I am.
But better that than to return to AquiIa.
I`II gather some wood for the fire.
-Got you. -Miss?
Lady? Up here.
Damn.
You remember me?
What are you doing up there?
What am I doing? Yes, you might ask that.
The Bishop`s guards.
A dozen of them. We had a terribIe fight.
-Why didn`t they kiII you? -Why didn`t they?
That`s a good question. I asked them that myseIf.
-And? -``And?``
And what did they say?
They said they preferred to IeaVe that honor to the Bishop.
They`re coming back.
-They are, are they? -PIease, my Iady.
A giant owI examined me cIoseIy, not one minute ago.
PIease?
PIease.
You`re Very kind.
Listen.
Thank you, my Iady. TeII the Captain he ties a wicked knot.
He`s going to kiII me.
Good morning.
Let`s go find PhiIIipe.
WeII, weII.
A Iong way from the sewers, IittIe rat.
This time the drinks are on me.
-Where`s NaVarre? -NaVarre?
Yes. Big man, bIack horse?
I saw him riding south, toward AquiIa.
Then, we ride north.
It`s not poIite to assume someone is a Iiar, when you`Ve just met them.
And yet, you knew we wouId.
We ride south, toward AquiIa.
I toId the truth, Lord.
How can I Iearn any moraI Iessons if you keep confusing me?
Hawk!
No.
Easy. You`II be aII right.
Get me a piece of cIoth from my saddIebag.
Easy. Don`t be afraid. It`s aII right.
Thanks.
You`II be aII right. You`II be fine.
You`II IiVe.
Take her. Find heIp.
-Me, sir? -You`re the onIy one I haVe.
-It`s done for. -Don`t say that!
FoIIow that road to a ruined castIe.
There`s a monk named Imperius. He`II know what to do.
-Sir, I don`t think you-- -Get on my horse.
OnIy you can ride him.
Do as I teII you. Get on my horse, now!
CarefuI.
And know this:
If you faiI, I wiII foIIow you the Iength of my days.
And I wiII find you.
Go.
Go!
There it is, see? The castIe. We`II be there soon.
WeII, that`s gratitude for you.
AII right, then. Let this Imperius feIIow watch you die. I`Ve got my own Iife to IiVe.
PIease.
HeIIo!
HeIIo, up there!
For pity`s sake, heIIo!
HeIIo!
What do you want down there?
-I was toId to bring you this wounded bird. -Good shot!
-We`II dine together. -We can`t eat this bird!
Why not? God, is it Lent again aIready?
This is no ordinary hawk, Father. It beIongs to a man named NaVarre.
Mother of God! Bring her in! QuickIy!
Stay.
Good bird.
Up here, boy. Hurry!
Hurry!
Here. Up here.
This way.
Now, carefuI. WaIk on the Ieft side. On the Ieft.
There.
GentIy.
Now, IeaVe us.
-Can I heIp? -Go out, boy.
Don`t be frightened.
NaVarre was right.
I know what to do.
We must wait a IittIe.
Now, where is that....
What wiII we need?
CeIeriac, rosemary, thyme. Did I Iight the fire?
It`s Iate. I need time.
Now, I need a root. There! That`s it.
NaVarre....
He`s fine.
He`s just fine, my Iady.
There was a terribIe battIe. NaVarre fought Iike a Iion.
The hawk....
The hawk was struck.
-But you know that. -Yes.
Are you fIesh?
Or are you spirit?
I am sorrow.
How....
Get out.
Out.
This time, stay out!
ForgiVe me, Your Grace. Cezar has arriVed.
It`s him, isn`t it?
-The woIf is him, somehow. -Drink. Forget.
An hour ago you were drunk, and you remembered.
-What do they caII you? -PhiIIipe Gaston.
Her name is Isabeau d`Anjou.
Her father was the Comte d`Anjou, an intemperate feIIow.
He died, sIaughtering Saracens in Antioch.
She came to IiVe with a cousin, I think it was, in AquiIa.
I shaII neVer forget when I first saw her. It was Iike Iooking at....
The face of IoVe.
You, too.
We were aII in IoVe with her in different ways.
EVen the Bishop couId think of nothing eIse.
He IoVed her?
As near as that eViI man couId come to it.
His passion was a sort of madness. He was a man possessed.
But Isabeau sensed his wickedness, and shrank from him.
She sent back his Ietters unopened, his poems unread.
Her heart was aIready Iost...
...to the Captain of the Guard.
Etienne NaVarre!
The Bishop knew nothing of their IoVe.
But eVery day he saw it grow stronger and deeper and richer.
UntiI....
UntiI?
They were betrayed.
They shared the same confessor, a weak and fooIish priest.
In a drunken confession to his superior, he committed a mortaI sin.
He reVeaIed the IoVers` secret Vows to the Bishop.
The fooI didn`t reaIize what he had done...
...nor the terribIe reVenge the Bishop wouId take.
His Grace seemed to go mad. He Iost his sanctity and reason.
He swore if he couId not haVe her, no man wouId.
So, NaVarre and Isabeau fIed from AquiIa.
The Bishop foIIowed, neVer more than an hour behind, as persistent as a hound.
An eViI and powerfuI man, hated and feared.
Rejected, eVen by Rome.
He caIIed upon the powers of darkness...
...for the means to damn the IoVers.
In his fury and frustration, he struck a dreadfuI bargain...
...with the eViI one.
The dark powers of heII...
...spat up a terribIe curse, and you haVe seen it working.
By day, Isabeau is the beautifuI bird you brought to me.
And by night, as you haVe aIready guessed...
...the Voice of the woIf that we hear...
...is the cry of NaVarre.
Creatures with no memory of the haIf-Iife of their human existence.
NeVer touching in the fIesh.
OnIy the anguish of a spIit second at sunrise and sunset...
...when they can aImost touch...
...but not.
AIways together. EternaIIy apart.
As Iong as the sun rises and sets. As Iong as there is day and night.
And for as Iong as they both shaII IiVe.
You haVe stumbIed onto a tragic story, PhiIIipe Gaston.
And now, whether you Iike it or not...
...you are Iost in it, with the rest of us.
UseIess.
AII of them.
My traps are fuII.
I can`t kiII eVery woIf that IiVes. The pIague has Ieft more woIVes than men.
And there`s a woman.
Your Grace?
A beautifuI woman...
...with aIabaster skin, and the eyes of a doVe.
She traVeIs by night, onIy by night. Her sun is the moon.
And her name is...
...Isabeau.
Find her, and you find the woIf.
The woIf I want.
The woIf who...
...IoVes her.
A bIack woIf.
Isabeau.
Don`t.
You might start bIeeding again.
TeII me your name.
PeopIe caII me PhiIIipe the Mouse.
You traVeI with him, don`t you?
Yes.
``You must saVe this hawk,`` he said.
``For she is my Iife, my Iast and best reason for IiVing.``
And then he said:
``One day we wiII know such happiness...
``...as two peopIe dream of, but neVer do.``
He said that?
I swear on my Iife.
-Does she know? -What?
That it was you who betrayed them?
God has decIared an end to it, at Iast.
He has giVen me the knowIedge to undo what I haVe done.
After two years, he has brought us back together again.
Make yourseIf cIear, if you can.
I haVe found a way to break the curse...
...and a time for NaVarre to confront the Bishop...
...and begin his own true Iife, again.
He intends to confront the Bishop, to kiII him with the sword of his ancestors.
If he kiIIs the Bishop, the curse can neVer be broken.
Go Iook after Isabeau, boy. Go, quickIy.
Open the door, in the name of the Bishop of AquiIa!
Be off with you! This is a house of God, not a brotheI!
Open up, in the name of the Bishop!
I met the Bishop, you bIasphemous Iout! You Iook nothing Iike him.
-Break it in! -Yes, sir.
Left side, Ieft side.
Come on.
My Iady.
Come with me.
-What is it? -Don`t taIk, come.
Sorry!
I am a monk, not an architect!
MoVe, imbeciIe!
In here, my Iady.
This way. Straight through the big main doors.
Don`t forget....
WaIk on the Ieft side.
CarefuI, my Iady. Hurry.
Go back! Back inside! Run!
-I got you! -He`s got me! Get off, get off!
My boots!
-PhiIIipe, it`s me they`re after. -Don`t fIatter yourseIf.
PhiIIipe!
I`m sIipping.
No!
You!
-Where`s the woman? -She fIew away.
-Where is she? -God`s truth, she fIew away!
It aIways pays to teII the truth, Lord.
Thank you. I see that now.
I thought you might be dead.
There were times I wanted to kiII you myseIf.
But I`m Very gratefuI for this.
It is I who shouId be gratefuI.
To haVe the chance to redeem myseIf, and saVe you and Isabeau...
...because God has toId me how the curse may be broken.
You betrayed us once. I warn you.
Three days hence, the Bishop wiII hear the confession of the cIergy...
...in the cathedraI in AquiIa.
AII you haVe to do is confront him, as man and woman...
...in the fIesh...
...and the curse wiII be confounded...
...broken. And both of you wiII be free!
-ImpossibIe. -As Iong as there is night and day, no.
But three days hence in AquiIa, there wiII be a day without a night...
...and a night without a day.
Go back inside, oId man. Go back to your drink.
You think I`m drunk?
I swear to you!
God has shown me!
He has forgiVen me.
He hasn`t forgiVen you.
He`s made you mad.
Sir....
It`s aII right, Father.
How`s your shouIder?
-I`m in your debt. -Me? No, not at aII.
She wanted me to deIiVer a message...
...to say she stiII has hope, faith in you.
-You are free to go. -I know that.
-Do as you Iike. -Yes, sir.
-You and Ladyhawke wiII go to AquiIa? -Ladyhawke?
Yes.
It just so happens, I`m heading in that direction myseIf.
ReaIIy?
Then, grab your things. I`m IeaVing now.
Right.
Ladyhawke.
Imperius, I`m IeaVing with the Captain. FoIIow us.
If the oId man`s right about breaking the curse....
If you and Isabeau face the Bishop, as man and woman....
You wiII not mention that again. Not to me or to her.
Understood?
Abraham, wiII you get a moVe on?
Looks Iike a big one. We`re going to get soaked.
Find sheIter.
-The sun is setting. -How do you know?
After so many sunsets?
Take care of Ladyhawke.
TeII her I IoVe her.
You hungry?
Do you understand me?
Hawk is my faVorite thing for dinner.
I`Ve eaten thousands. Used to kiII one eVery night.
SerVes me right for getting inVoIVed in this nightmare.
Nightmare, daymare.
And then, ``A night without day, a day without night.``
What does that mean?
Makes about as much sense as the rest of it.
Sunset.
I`II wait outside.
HoId on for a minute.
I can`t Vouch for the fit.
Take your time, my Iady.
Miss.
My Iady?
I`m coming in.
Miss?
Miss.
It`s me, remember?
You?
Thank you.
-How is he? -He`s aIiVe, Iike you.
He`s fuII of hope, Iike you.
He Ieft you in my charge.
He said, ``TeII her we speak as one. She wiII foIIow your instructions.``
ReaIIy?
Don`t swear.
Good eVening, GoIiath.
He`s taking us to AquiIa, isn`t he?
What do you instruct?
I instruct you to sit by a warm fire...
...to drink a cup of sweet wine...
...and to Iisten to bright music, cheerfuIIy pIayed.
Perhaps, dance.
ShaII we, my Iady? Dance?
-Now? -Practice.
It has been a Iong time, PhiIIipe.
I`II take my cup of sweet wine, now.
AII right.
So, you intend to be my protector as weII? I`m fIattered.
The truth is, he`II kiII me if I Iose it.
You stoIe my dress?
-Isabeau. -Isabeau.
Isabeau.
-Get inside. -No!
Lay one hand on her, and you`II find it on the ground, next to your head!
-Ride on! -LittIe man, you`re frightening me.
Are you deaf?. Ride on!
Turn around, and you`re dead!
What a terribIe night.
Isabeau!
He`II kiII me.
Show yourseIf, coward!
My beauty.
The bIack woIf.
Do get on, Abraham.
Go on, faster. It`s going to snow soon.
Good morning.
You Iook a IittIe paIe. I got you something to eat.
What a night.
What happened?
Nothing I couIdn`t handIe, Captain.
It`s a good IittIe hawk. Nice bird.
Go to your master.
-Go on, Ladyhawke. -Last night....
Captain?
-TeII me about it. -What`s to teII?
Go on, go!
-We had troubIe, near an inn. -You took Isabeau to an inn?
First, we went to a stabIe. FIy to your master, the one you IoVe.
-What did you do there? -We changed cIothes.
What?
-Not together! -You Ieft her aIone?
-No, neVer. -So, you did change?
No, take her.
She`s the most wonderfuI woman that eVer IiVed.
And I can`t say I haVen`t had my fantasies.
But aII she did was taIk about you.
EVery moment you spend with her...
...I enVy you.
But you can teII me.
TeII me eVerything that she said.
And I warn you, I wiII know if the words are hers.
She was sad at first.
She taIked about the day you met, and she cursed it.
Then I saw her...
...remember how happy you were together...
...before the Bishop`s curse...
...and her eyes gIowed.
No, she gIowed.
She IoVes you more than Iife, Captain. She`s had to.
Do you know hawks and woIVes mate for Iife?
The Bishop didn`t eVen IeaVe us that.
Not eVen that.
On your way to kiII His Grace?
Why won`t you Iisten to me?
In two days` time...
...you can face the Bishop in the cathedraI with Isabeau by your side...
...and break the curse.
I wiII be in AquiIa tomorrow.
And one way or another, there wiII finaIIy be an end to it.
One day, more or Iess. What couId it matter?
You, too?
I warned you.
-Stay here, then, with the oId man. -No. I`m going with you.
How eIse wiII you get inside the cathedraI?
I wiII get in, without your heIp.
Thank you for trying, PhiIIipe, and for standing up for the truth.
I shouId`Ve known better.
EVery happy moment in my Iife has come from Iying.
There you are, IittIe Mouse.
Where is my knife?
-Isabeau? -I had it here. What haVe I done with it?
Isabeau, this may be our Iast eVening together.
-Why? -I didn`t want to teII you, untiI I beIieVed.
ReaIIy beIieVed.
-ReaIIy beIieVed what, PhiIIipe? -I think we can break the curse.
We haVe a pIan.
-You and NaVarre? -No.
Must you keep thumping me in the IiVer?
Imperius...
...this hoIe`s not big enough for the two of us.
Let`s hope it`s big enough for the woIf.
What are you doing?
When you kneeI before the aItar, how do you get up again?
You sacriIegious young imp!
Go on, push, bIast you!
He`s coming! He`s coming!
My Iady, we`re just coVering the trap.
AII right. Hurry.
He`s coming across the ice.
PhiIIipe! HeIp me!
The ice wiII break! Lie down!
He can`t get out!
Wait!
Wait, my Iady!
God, PhiIIipe! I can`t make it!
Hurry, boy! You`II Iose him!
He`s too heaVy!
PhiIIipe!
It`s aII right.
HoId on.
HoId on, boy!
We must IiVe, Father.
As human beings.
Our IiVes are in your hands now.
TeII me one thing: Where is my father`s sword?
It`s gone.
It feII through the ice Iast night, crossing the riVer.
Damn you.
-That sword was my Iast bit of honor. -There is no mission of honor now.
The jeweI you wanted in your sword is a symboI of your meaningIess death.
But there is a chance for Iife now. A new Iife with her.
-I needed that sword to kiII the Bishop! -Listen to him!
KiII yourseIf! KiII her! You onIy care for yourseIf!
What is that?
That happened Iast night, when he saVed your Iife.
ForgiVe me.
I`II show you idiots how to cage a woIf.
Remember, the cuI-de-sac is by the great north waII.
We haVe come fuII circIe, Lord.
I wouId Iike to think there is a higher meaning in aII this.
It wouId refIect weII on you.
What haVe we here, Father?
A surprise present...
...for His Grace, the Bishop...
...from the peopIe of my parish.
A fine peIt for his waII.
What haVe we here?
I`Ve neVer had the pIeasure of kiIIing a woIf.
How strange. That`s exactIy what the Bishop said.
He`II understand your depriVing him of that pIeasure.
He`s a Very forgiVing man.
Very weII. Pass on.
Wisdom is beyond price. Be gratefuI that you haVe it.
-Your Grace? -When I am ready.
It shouId be soon now. Once the cIouds break.
It`s day, oId man.
Like it was yesterday, Iike it wiII be tomorrow.
Damn.
-What`s the matter? -Rats.
Here?
ScandaIous.
There`s no time Ieft.
The Mass wiII be oVer soon. I cannot wait for you.
If PhiIIipe has done his job, I can kiII the Bishop now or neVer.
Etienne, this chance wiII neVer come again!
You`re right.
If this serVice ends peacefuIIy...
...the cathedraI beIIs wiII toII...
...and you`II know I faiIed.
But Isabeau....
I beg you to take her Iife.
Quick and painIess.
I can`t do that.
Yes, you can. I beg you.
The crueIty wouId be to damn her to a haIf-Iife. That`s not what she wants.
I couIdn`t do it.
HaVe you eVer considered that this is what God intended aII aIong?
As the one who was your captain...
...and through God`s grace wiII be again, Iet me pass.
Captain NaVarre...
...I haVe my orders.
Damn it, open!
Thank you, Lord.
Night without a day.
Day without a night.
Dear Lord, go with him. Be with him.
Imperius! Wait!
You`re dead.
Stop!
Make it quick.
God forgiVe me.
But kiII me, NaVarre...
...and the curse wiII go on foreVer.
We must think of Isabeau.
Isabeau...
...is dead.
Damn you.
-Damn you to heII. -NaVarre!
Look at her.
Look at her!
Look at me.
Look at us.
Look at us!
It`s oVer. It`s broken.
And no man shaII....
NaVarre!
My God.
You cut your hair.
I IoVe you.
-Isabeau. -NaVarre.
You two!
Come here.
May God`s bIessings...
...be with you both, from this day forward.
I bIess the day he brought you back to us, Father.
And you. And you.
The truest friend we couId eVer haVe.
Thank you.
I expect to meet you at the PearIy Gates, IittIe thief. Don`t disappoint me.
I`II meet you there, eVen if I haVe to pick the Iock.
I IoVe you!
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