Ladyhawke (1985) Edit

A beautiful woman...

A black wolf.

A blacksmith, perhaps?

A carpenter? A stonecutter, even? But a prisoner, from inside Aquila?

A dozen of them, we had a terrible fight.

A giant owl examined me closely not one minute ago.

A nice hot piece of cabbage, like my dear old mother used to make.

About 350 miles, thatís all.

After him!

Ah, Louis, you brought your crossbow!

Ah, you too?

Ah! Well, well, thatís gratitude for you!

All of them.

All right, let this Imperious watch you die. Iíve got my own life to look after!

All right. Come on, old girl.

Always together... eternally apart...

An hour ago you were drunk, and you remembered.

And a same for any who joins me in a toast!

And a single rebel spark can ignite the fires of rebellion.

And by night, as you have already guessed...

And donít disturb me Iím liable to take your head off before I know itís you.

And for as long as they both shall live.

And her name is...

And her voice...

And I will find you.

And Iíve already been enough of a burden to you.

And know this...

And now, whether you like it or not...

And sleep with one eye open.

And that thing coming at me wonít be what I think it is.

And there is a woman.

And there was more.

And this...

And what did they say?

And what is your quest?

Are you flesh?

Are you sure you donít want to ride on, sir? Thereís still plenty of light.

As long as the sun rises and sets, as long as there is day and night

As near as that evil man could come to it.

But every day he saw it grow stronger and deeper and richer.

But he tore the farmerís throat out, and left me alone.

But hereís the problem if you wonít let me live, how can I prove my good faith to you?

But I also know, that you know, what a weak willed person I am.

But Isabeau sensed his wickedness, and she shrank from him.

But my eyes are open, which means, maybe Iím awake...

But, better that then to return to Aquila.

Captain, sir, Captain! wolf!

Captain?

Come on, girl, come on.

Come on, go.

Come on, Mouse, keep going. Not much further.

Come on, Mouse...

Come on.

Come there, come there.

Comrade in arms!

Copper, my friend.

Depressa!

Dig, Mouse...

Dig, Mouse...

Dig!

Do you remember me?

Do you think to find him here?

Donít be frightened.

Donít go out there, donít go out there!

Donít, donít.

Etienne Navarre!

Even His Grace, the Bishop, couldnít think of nothing else.

Extract of lamb.

Find her, and you find the wolf.

Find him! Or Captain Marquet will hang you in his place.

Follow this road. Youíll find a ruined castle.

For peace sake, hello!

For she is my life, my last and best reason for living.

Forgive me, Your Grace. Cezar has arrived.

Gently.

Gently...

Get away, get away!

Get me a piece of cloth from my saddlebag!

Get out.

Give me the axe! The axe!

Go with him, boy, he didnít mean to hurt your feelings.

Go.

Go.

God, what a memory!

Goliath, before we get to know each other better...

Goliath, come on, itís cold out here. Come on.

Good bird.

Good evening, sir, my lady. My comrade in arms and I need lodging for the night.

Good morning!

Great storms announce themselves with a simple breeze, Captain,

Hang him. Search every sewer, every drain!

Have you found the criminal, Gaston?

Hawke!

He called upon the powers of darkness...

He found his death slaying Saracens in Antioch.

He revealed the loversí secret vows to the Bishop.

He said that?

He swore, that if he could not have her, no man would.

Heís a strange one, Navarre. Why did he save my life? He wants something from me.

Heís going to kill me.

Heís not in my custody at this time.

Heís taking daddyís shoes!

Hello!

Hello! What are you doing down there?

Hello?

Hello...

Her father was the count DíAnjou, an ill tempered fellow.

Her heart was already lost, you see...

Her name is Isabeau DíAnjou.

His Grace seemed to go mad, he lost both his sanctity and his reason.

His Grace...

His name is Goliath.

His name? Pretty name.

His passion was a sort of madness. He was a man possessed!

Hot lamb, with sauce on it.

How can I learn any moral lessons, when you keep confusing me like this?

Hurry! Here, up here.

I am sorrow.

I asked her if I was dreaming, and she said I was.

I believe in miracles, Marquet.

I believe it.

I can do with a rest myself, after last nightís goings on.

I can see it in his eyes.

I didnít say I was a prisoner.

I donít think that youíd kill me for being what I am.

I donít understand them, but they frighten me.

I fell down a hole and followed my nose.

I got to be out of my mind.

I have no honor, and never will have.

I have waited almost two years for a sign from God.

I know I promised, Lord, never again.

I know what to do.

I know.

I mean, boy. Come on, Goliath. Come on.

I must kill a man.

I need you to guide me into the city.

I raise their taxes, only to be told thereís nothing left for me to tax.

I saw him riding south, toward Aquila.

I see.

I shall never forget the first time I saw her. It was like looking at...

I swear it on my life.

I told the truth, Lord!

I wanted to cut his throat for lying...

I was better off at the dungeons of Aquila!

I wonít hurt you, Iím a wonderful person.

I'll gather some wood for the fire.

If heís out there, Your Grace, I shall find him.

If it is, thereíll be no hard feelings, of course... but Iíll be very disappointed.

If thereís nothing else I can do, I think Iíll turn in.

If these are magical or unexplainable matters, then I beg you not to make me a part of them.

If you fail, I will follow you the length of my days.

If youíd stuck to the woods, you may have stood a chance, Gaston.

If youíve heard me, this ledge will remain steady as a rock,

Iím coming.

Iím going to get some help!

Iím not insane, you must believe me when I tell you these things!

Iím off to find my golden future, Captain, so goodbye and good...

Iím so terribly sorry!

Iím still a young man, you know! Iíve got prospects!

Iíve not seen what Iíve just seen. I do not believe what I believe, Lord.

Iíve waited a long time for such a lady.

Imagine! But last night, the Lord Almighty visited me in my sleep.

Impossible. Nobody could escape through there.

Impossible...

In his fury and frustration, he struck a dreadful bargain...

Innkeeper.

Isabeau.

It has never known defeat, until now.

It was chance, pure chance, a miracle!

It would be a miracle...

Itís him, isnít it?

Itís late. Time, I need time.

Itís not polite to assume that somebody is a liar when youíve only just met him.

Itís not unlike escaping motherís womb.

Itís part of my job.

Itís Phillipe, Lord.

Kill him.

Letís go find Phillipe.

Letís hear your toast.

Listen,..

Long way from the sewers, little rat.

Look at me, Lord!

Lord, Iíll never pick another pocket as long as I live, I swear.

Magical ones that surround you.

May God have mercy on my soul!

Maybe Iím dreaming.

Maybe some of that green stuff, that Bertram used to put on.

Me?!

Miss, please!

Most people call me Phillipe The Mouse

Mother of God! Bring her in, bring her in!

Move, move! Get out of the way!

Must be somebody at home. I see smoke.

My cellmate was insane, and a murderer...

My lady, up here.

My traps are full.

Navarre has returned.

Navarre was right.

Navarre, is he?..

Nice ponies, sweet ponies, come hereÖ filthy strumpets!

No mouse today he ran away.

No one ever escapes the dungeons of Aquila, Marquet.

No, no, no!

No, no!

No?

Not a great day for traveling.

Not for the life of my mother !

Not that she mentioned, why?

Nothing is impossible...

Now, careful. Walk on the left side.

Now, get out.

Now, leave us.

Now, then, where is it? Oh, yes, there...

Now, there, thatís it...

Now, what weíre going to need?

Oh, why not... Oh, God, is it lent again already?!

Oh, yes, yes, big man, black horse.

On one day, on a drunken confession to his superior, he committed a mortal sin.

One day we will know such happiness...

One day.

One of my men told me you returned.

Only the anguish of a split second at sunrise and sunset...

Open the gate!

Or are you spirit??

Or, or more likely...

Out of my mind.

Phillipe.

Pitou!

Pitou!

Please, no wolf.

Please?

Please?

Poor dumb creatures, with no memory of the half life of their human existence

Rejected even by Rome itself.

See to the fire, feed the animals, gather the wood...

She came to live, with her cousin I think it was, in Aquila.

She sent back all his letters and left his poems unread.

She spoke? What did she say?

She travels by night, only by night. Her sun is the moon.

Show no mercy, Pierre! Take no prisoners!

Sir, are you there?

Sir, are you there?

Sir, the truth is, I talk to God all the time, and no offense, but he never mentioned you.

Sir, you donít think that I took that one...

Sir! Wolf, wolf!

Sir?

Slave is more like it.

Sleep.

So when I heard the warning bells of Aquila...

So, Navarre and Isabeau fled from Aquila.

Some tarragon, rosemary, wood for the fire...

Someone who has seen the dungeons of Aquila, and lived to tell the tale.

Stay.

Stop your chattering. Weíll spend the night here.

Stubborn little lady! Whatís her name?

Take her, find help.

Take ten men toward Chanee, we ride north to Gabroche.

Tell me, does this walking corpse have a name?

Thank you very much, my lady. Tell the Captain he ties a wicked knot!

Thatís right, my darlings.

The Bishop followed, ever more ardent, ever more persistent than a hound.

The Bishop knew nothing about their love.

The Bishop loved her?!

The Bishopís guards.

The criminal, Gaston, travels with him. My men are combing the woods.

The dark powers of hell...

The face of love.

The hawk was struck.

The hawk...

The mouse he left our house.

The Mouse? The MouseÖ

The old fool didnít realize what he had done at first...

The people of the city accept that as a historical fact.

The truth is, I can never repay you.

The wolf I want.

The wolf who...

The wolf would have kill me, it was horrible.

Then we ride north, sir.

Then why do you invade my garden, unwashed, unshaved?

Then you drink to me, little man. Iíve seen those dungeons.

There are strange forces at work in your life.

There it is, see? The castle. Weíll be there soon.

There was a terrible battle. Navarre fought like a lion.

There was a woman...

There.

Thereís a wolf, a big wolf, the biggest wolf youíve ever seen, and a dead man.

Thereís disturbing news, Your Grace. One of the prisoners has escaped.

They said that... that they prefer to leave that honor to the Bishop.

They shared the same confessor, a weak, foolish priest.

They were betrayed.

Theyíre coming back.

This famine has prevented people from paying their proper tribute to the church.

This is no ordinary hawk, father. It belongs to a man named Navarre.

This is the cell, sir.

This jewel represents my family name.

This ladyÖ Did she perhaps have a name?

This one is our alliance with the Holy Church in Rome.

This oneÖ was my fatherís...

This sword has been in my family for five generations.

This time, stay out!

This time, the drinks are on me.

This way.

To break faith with me is to break faith with Him.

To ease the pain heís down the drain!

Until?

Until...

Up here, boy! Hurry.

Up there!

Useless.

Walk with me.

We are not above compassion to those in misery.

We drink to a special man, my friends.

We live in difficult times, Marquet.

We ride south. Toward Aquila.

Weíll all go back to the barn now, all right?

Weíll stop now.

Well, she may wonder into my dreams.

Well, then you have much to do.

Well, well.

Well, whatever it is, Iím not going to do it!

What are you doing up there?

What do you want down there?

Where the hell am I?

Who do you think is out there?

Wolf, wolf Sir!

Wolf! Wolf.

Wouldnít it be nice...

Wrong cell. I want Phillipe Gaston, the one they call The Mouse.

Yes.

Yes.

You are dreaming.

You better draw your sword, Pierre.

You have given me my life.

You have stumbled onto a tragic story, Phillipe Gaston.

You may sleep down there, in a barn.

You might start bleeding again.

You see, the day she dies, a new Captain of the Guard will preside at your execution.

You travel with him, donít you?

You will do as I tell you! Get on my horse, now!

You wonít regret this, Lord. Iím a wonderful person.

You, I said move!

You, out.

Youíll be all right. You will be fine.

Youíll live.

Youíre right.

Youíre the only one who can ride him.

Youíre the only one who has ever escaped from there.

Youíre very kind.

Your Grace?

A drink of your most expensive! Yeah, yeah, show me your money.

All right. All right.

And?.. And?

Bring her in, weíll dine together. We canít eat this bird.

But sir, the hawk is done for. Donít you say that!

Can I help? Get out, boy.

Captain Navarre. Francesco.

Get me Cezar! Yes, Your Grace.

Got you. Miss?

Hello! Hello!

Hello! Look up there!

I was told to bring you this bird. Itís been wounded. Oh, good shot!

Me, sir? Youíre the only one I have.

No, no place for you here. Weíll pay for it, of course.

Sir, I donít think you understand... Get on my horse!

The responsibility is mine. Yes.

The wolf, somehow, itís him. Drink, forget!

They are, are they? Please, my lady?

What do they call you, boy? Phillipe Gaston.

Where is Navarre? Navarre? Navarre?

Why didnít they kill you. Why didnít they?..

You can take care of my horse. All right.

Your Grace? There must be a hawk.

Bring out the next three Two more..

Jehan. Yes, sir?

Where is he?! I already told you, kind lord!

... as two people dream of, but never do.

...almost like a birdís.

...as will the body of the man who lets him get away.

...because I knew you werenít that stupid.

...but he respected me!

...but not.

...dreaming Iím asleep.

...Even if I knew who she was..

...for the means to damn the lovers.

...from the Crusades.

...I feel I should tell you a story about a tiny little man named David.

...I knew the moment of my destiny has come. You will be my guiding angel.

...if he manages to get through the sewage system.

...if I could call her by name and pretend weíve met before?

...is Etienne of Navarre.

...is the cry of Navarre.

...Isabeau.

...like fine porcelain, with deep blue eyes...

...loves her.

...maybe Iím asleep, dreaming Iím awake...

...or the terrible revenge the Bishop would exact.

...spat up a terrible curse, and you have seen it working.

...that Satanís messenger is traveling amongst us. And his name...

...the Bishop of Aquila.

...the dulcet tones of an angel.

...to the Captain of the Guard.

...when they can almost touch...

...will be brought to the personal attention of the Bishop...

...with alabaster skin, and the eyes of a dove.

...with the Evil One

...wondering if Iím dreaming.

...you are lost in it, with the rest of us.