El Turco (2025) s01e06 Episode Script

1
How dare you?
How dare you lie to me?
How dare you kidnap
my daughter?
- Father
- Just shut up.
- I'll deal with you later.
- No
What?
Well, let's deal with it now
dear daddy.
No one kidnapped me.
I left to be with my man.
This brave knight
saved us from disaster.
We knew you wouldn't believe us
but the threat was so much
bigger than you thought.
What threat?
Moena.
The Turks invaded
your lovely village, daddy.
Barbarians, leftover from Vienna.
They, they burned men
put their heads on pikes.
They snatched
what belonged to you.
We knew how embarrassing
it would be for you
if the word got out that there
had been an unholy alliance
a Satanic rebellion
right under your nose.
Turks and witches.
Their commander.
I ripped it off
his chest myself.
And the witch
is where she belongs.
In your dungeons.
We did good, daddy.
We saved your village
and your good name.
Burning the witch
will be good entertainment
for our wedding, tomorrow.
After all
It is what you promised me.
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- It's all good, it's all good.
- Hero of Moena!
The princess is fine.
No worries.
We shall and her majesty
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Thank you.
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- My people
- Hero of Moena
- Today is a joyous day.
Because this poor, orphan Marco
has asked the mighty
Prince of Trento
the Bishop of the Holy Roman
Empire, Francesco di Paolo
for his daughter's hand
in marriage.
Tomorrow!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
- Hero of Moena!
Heroic knight
the dragon of the empire
your men were just about
to battle to the death.
When a witch comes
between them
Don't forget, children.
Love nourishes your foes.
Keep in mind.
This is his plan and
we'll stick to that plan.
God, bless him and his brothers.
I might have tricked you
just a bit.
But darling, I am not
your girl next door.
I am also an emissary of God.
You have no idea the sort of
responsibility that goes with that.
You, on the other hand
don't get along so great
with the big man upstairs.
"Flectere si nequeo superos
Acheronta movebo"
Oh, dear!
Did you just cast a spell?
Funny how my Latin tongue
just cut off.
I never did like that class.
It's not a spell.
It's a promise.
"If I cannot move Heaven
then I shall raise Hell."
You know what you and me
have in common.
- As far as I know, nothing.
- Here is one.
They hooked this everywhere.
Those bloody bastards.
What else?
They sold me that bullshit
about promised lands
and gates to paradise.
Here they promise you the same.
Life is no more than a road
leading us to the other side.
Screw the afterlife.
It's about here and now.
You love someone
you build a life together
you have kids
and you hug them.
In this story, you don't have to kill
for honor or die to be happy.
That's a nice story, too.
One day, I might get myself
a part in that story.
I passed the point of too late
a long time ago.
I loved someone.
I had a daughter.
- You have a daughter?
- I did
in another life.
So
When do we fight?
So, did your girl make this plan?
An out-of-the-ordinary plan.
I liked it.
If it doesn't work out
it's a plan that would kill us all.
When we get back
I'll spend a lifetime for redemption.
I swear, I haven't been
to a mosque this much.
So, three of us will snap
at the entire city, huh?
Not just us three.
We are the whole village.
Each and every one of you.
Whether you are Christian, Muslim
pagan, child, woman
crusader, witch, priest
You are all my family now.
You all know what you have to do.
We will show the true face
of Marco to the whole Principality.
Tomorrow, we will end this.
Together!
Tonight, I'll be alone
in the alley by the church.
I'll be posing as a beggar.
If there is an emergency
it's where you'll find me.
The trap is set.
Can't wait to find out who that
cock-sucking, shit-eating rat is.
But first, we will let him work for us.
The Coronation of Poppea.
Are you familiar with Monteverdi's
latest opera, Father?
Ah, it's a story of a woman
who changes lovers.
In order to clean up her own mess
she is forced to betray
those who she loves.
Sir.
Apparently, you, too
have decided to switch allegiance.
The problem, for those
with divided loyalties
is having to prove yourself.
"The world wants to be deceived"
With an unprecedented gift
for your latest master.
Great pleasure, sir.
Marco has probably told you
- he is dead.
- Who?
Someone who no one
has managed to kill so far.
El Turco.
Marco's nemesis.
I'm listening.
He will be my gift to you.
Feeling lonely?
You are not here
to keep me company.
I am here to tell you
you are right.
Your traitor was here
a moment ago.
And he promised you
the Janissary?
So, do you believe me now?
That's him.
Get him!
Grab him!
- Shoot him! Kill him!
- Thank you, Priest.
Do something!
For telling me
who killed Decebal.
Well, well, well
So this is the Turk
no one has been able to kill.
Leave us.
Not you, Priest.
You stay.
He's managed to delude
everyone but me.
How wise you are, sir.
Let us not forget the role
that I played.
I brought this man to you
at great personal risk.
- As you well know
- Prince Bishop Francesco di Paolo
Where I am from he is not known
for his courage but for his cunning.
He would never consent to a
one-on-one with the terrible Turk.
Unless the dear prince
has done some digging
and found out some things himself.
What things?
I have known all along
what that bastard Marco
and my whore
of a daughter were up to.
And when I spoke to your witch
she confirmed my doubts.
You were waiting
for the right moment.
- You wanted a trump card.
- And that card is you.
Sir, by your leave if I may.
Stay where you are, dog!
It's too late to openly
oppose Marco.
The soldiers are on his side
and your own daughter is involved.
You can't speak openly.
Somebody else has to.
- What do you propose?
- It's simple.
Let us have our say
in front of everyone.
- By everyone, you mean
- Everyone
But the final decision must be with
me, the power must be with me.
You can keep your power.
Just let Gloria go.
Oh, the witch, the witch
A pack of strange bunch around
you, witches, bastards, peasants.
I gave Marco a homeland, I gave
him power, I gave him soldiers.
And yet, here we are.
Turns out the man
is after my throne.
That's why I am speaking
with you, Turk.
No Gloria, no deal, Prince.
You are in love.
I was right.
How wonderful!
If all goes well, I'll leave Moena
alone as your witch requests.
But there are certain balances
that even I cannot upset.
I can assure fair terms
and a level playing field.
But if you want that woman
you're going to have to fight for her.
Do you understand
what I am saying, Janissary?
This wretch might know
something we don't.
- No, no, no, I know nothing.
- Leave him with me.
He is all yours.
You
You killed Decebal.
You killed my brother.
You, you don't understand.
I didn't kill him.
- Marco killed him.
- He gave the order.
You did the killing.
And it's been weighing
on my conscience every day since
- believe me, I
- I do believe you.
That's what is so strange.
What did Marco have on you?
What gave him the power
to turn a priest into a killer?
Marco was born in the village
in Moena
He was just a boy when his father
handed him over
to the merchant ships.
That's why your people found him.
You know Marco from Moena
from when he was a boy?
"Didn't I tell you not to go
and that you only I can know?"
"Didn't I tell you that in worldliness
rife I am the fountain of life?"
Did I not say that
if you are in anger with me
were to go one day a thousand
years across the sea?
That to me, that you shall return
and with me you shall reunite?
For my wedding day, I was
expecting something a little more
- cheerful.
- This is Mevlana Rumi.
Who is that?
A man who lost
his shining sun.
And, who did you lose, my love?
Oh, you've got everything.
You got the girl.
You are marrying her tomorrow.
You brought Moena to its knees.
You bested my father and you are
free of that guy, the barbarian.
- Hasan?
- Yes.
Hasan.
Of course.
I can see right through you.
Here.
You have more of him
than your future wife.
Who sometimes at night
you cry out his name
sometimes, there's hatred
in your voice
but other times
how do I say this?
There is love.
And as you are
crying out his name
I wouldn't lie to you
I have nightmares about him.
And because it's him
you dream of and not me
I reach for him
in my wettest dreams.
- Diana, what are you saying?
- I am saying
I might not know much
about your Eastern poets.
But there are some playwrights
I know well.
He has much to do with hate
but more with love.
Why then O brawling love!
O loving hate!
O anything, of nothing
first create?
I think what he is saying is
such great hatred can only
be born out of even a greater love.
It's not that simple.
- I shouldn't be telling you this
- You must tell me everything.
I miss him.
Oh, darling
You know
what you need to do.
That you
Tell me.
Killing our loved ones just once is
it's not enough
Not so timidly!
Say it like a man!
Say his name.
Everyone who reminds me
I was once this orphan
everyone who knows me
as Mete.
Say it, to ensure our future
who must you destroy?
Say it!
Say it!
- Say it! Say
- It's the prince of flames!
Marco, you are hurting me!
No one can turn me
back into a slave.
Stop it!
- Not Hasan, not the Prince.
- Stop it!
Not you.
Don't worry, my love.
I will say his name.
His name is
Marco Benedetti di Vicenza.
The dragon of Vienna.
The liberator of Moena
and the ruler of Trento!
O, ye!
O, ye! O, ye
They are coming.
The dragon of Vienna
and his angel of angels
Princess Diana are getting married
in a house of God.
- Why do you continue to obey?
- A guard is approaching.
Come closer, children.
Come closer
don't be frightened.
Don't be afraid.
And hear this from me.
The Turks are coming.
What now?
Now we wait for those fuckers
to get married.
Listen to the tale
of the terrible Turk.
They are coming!
They are coming!
The dragon of Vienna.
Swords!
I wanted to thank you.
I owe my marriage to you.
Can't help it, can you?
Can't help what?
You can't help thinking
what I have but you don't.
I'll tell you.
I am free.
You are not.
You know why?
Why?
Look around you, Princess.
These men, your husband-to-be
your father.
Men have different faces
but one voice.
They suck your milk
they grow in your arms.
You give them food, drinks
your whole body.
With kindness or with force, they
get into your bosoms at night.
But all that one voice is saying is
"Serve me, my dear little bitch"
"Enjoy serving me, serve me
now and forever, woman"
"because that's all
you are good for."
- How dare you!
- I dare.
Because whether I am in love
or in the flames
Diana, I am a free woman.
Yes?
What about the Turk?
Oh, you should ask
your prince, honey.
Yes, he is marrying you
but you and I know
who holds his heart captive.
Come on.
Let's get this over with.
Do the bride and groom
give their willing consent
to this marriage?
- I do.
- I do.
Is there anyone here who objects
to this marriage?
A horrific end is awaiting them.
Who can withstand
such dark forces?
Here.
Here.
The prince presents the intended
with four English stallions
from his personal stud farm
along with a Chianina bull
and finally, our prince who
generously took Orphan Marco
under his wing when
he was still young and alone
is giving the groom a new home
the village of Moena.
I swear, before God, to be true
to you in sickness and in health.
In good days and bad.
By the power vested in me by God
and His Holiness the Pope
I hereby pronounce you
Lower your weapons
all of you!
You are alive!
You are in my Court
state your name!
Are you mad?
What do you think he'll do
with a few peasants?
I am Hasan Balaban.
But in these parts
they call me El Turco.
El Turco?
you don't look
like a madman to me
considering I was told
you had died.
- My lord
- Hush, knight.
You'll get your chance.
What are you here for?
This man!
This man lied to you.
Everything he told you was a lie.
Moena didn't fall.
These villagers
They killed every last one
of his soldiers.
Is this true, Marco?
Did you lie to your Prince?
Speak!
Speak, my dragon!
Here and outside, a thousand
soldiers await my command.
I am a knight who
singlehandedly at Vienna
made it a living hell
for the Ottomans.
Nobody, not even the Prince
calls me a liar.
I know about the brand
on your wrist.
What?
The letter B
for blasphemer.
How did you find out?
He confessed.
Marco, Marco!
Marco!
Come here!
He was in the choir
had a beautiful voice.
He was a lovely child.
So pure.
And what happened
to that pure child, father?
Don't come any closer.
Enough, get away from me!
Marco, put the knife down
and come here, I said.
I'll stab you
if you come any closer.
Stay back!
I'll tell everyone.
Well, go ahead.
Nobody will believe you.
Help!
Help!
The boy is possessed.
He is trying to kill me.
I was scared.
I mean you must understand that
my feelings for him were pure.
I was just afraid that the villagers
wouldn't understand.
What did you do?
He was just a little boy!
What did you do to my brother?
He said all kinds of things.
Terrible things.
I said he cursed God.
I said the devil
passed through him.
I called him a blasphemer.
They branded him, here
with the letter B.
His father didn't want to do
anything more with him
and sent him away.
He was a wonderful boy.
I loved him, you know.
I missed him so much.
I know what that man
did to you.
Don't
Don't you dare tell them!
It won't hold much longer.
Today is the day, Giovanna
that I will keep my promise
to your mother.
No!
- It's Marco.
- Marco!
Good people of Trento.
My loyal men.
This Muslim scum
has dared to insult me.
I am the dragon of Vienna.
I am the husband
of Diana, the angel.
Nobody slanders our good names.
My lord, allow me to rid us
of this stain
in any manner that you do just.
The verdict shall be yours.
Listen to me, people of Trento.
Your leader, the Prince Bishop
is speaking.
Serious accusations
have been made.
So serious that I have been forced
to make a difficult decision.
The Turks, our mortal enemies.
What can possibly be more
terrible than them, you ask?
To which I reply
the traitors within.
Today, Marco Benedetti di Vicenza
stands accused of a terrible crime.
A crime so serious, that not even
I, on behalf of my daughter
am able to remove its stain.
We will stage the ancient
tradition of my ancestors.
The duties of a knight and his oath
to chivalry are enduring.
There are two men
by the power vested in me by God
and the emperor
I decree that these two men
shall fight for their honor
in a duel to the death.
Hasan
No!
You know this asshole
better than me.
Men like him always
pull a card out of the sleeves
at the very last minute.
When will he do that?
Just before he is defeated.
Don't forget that.
Take up your weapons.
Fight honorably.
The boy is possessed.
He's tried to kill me.
Is he dead?
Dead and disgraced.
Good.
Wait, Hasan.
Tell me one last thing.
That woman, Gloria.
Do you really
love her this much?
You'll have to set
my heart on fire.
That woman
she is my family now.
I am happy for you, brother.
Come, brother.
Let's be Ottomans together.
No, no!
She is my daughter.
Gloria!
Father, do something.
Until there is a victor
nobody leaves this arena.
Gloria!
She is my daughter.
Come.
Embrace me, brother.
I am the only family
you have left now.
There is no place for people
like El Turco in history books.
So, our tale will end
like it started.
with whispers.
In the end, everyone made
their way home.
The villagers, the villain.
Even the witch finally found
a place where she truly belonged.
And as for El Turco
He was last seen riding away
his honor restored.
But without his love
forever homeless.
Where is he?
Where is my son?