The Physician II (Der Medicus II)

It will live.

Don't believe me?

Ask your gift.

Come.

Come on.

Come on.

මට මරණයක් දැනෙන්නේ නැත.

කරුණාකර ඔබේ බිරිඳට කෑම ටිකක් ගෙනෙන්න.

මට බඩගිනියි.

බැටළු මස් ඉස්ටුවක් සමඟ කොහොමද, අහ්...

කුළුබඩු කිසිවක් නැත.

මම ඔබේ හොඳ ඉංග්‍රීසි කෑම ගැන දැන සිටියා නම්,

මම කවදාවත් ඉංග්‍රීසි ජාතිකයෙකු සමඟ විවාහ වෙන්නේ නැහැ.

කොච්චර කඩවසම් වුණත් කමක් නෑ.

ඉතින් ඔබ දැනටමත් කාන්තාරයට රිංගා යාමට සිතනවාද?

ම්ම්-හ්ම්.

එංගලන්තයේද?

එංගලන්තයේ!

අපි තවමත් අපේ නැව හරවා අපේ කර ගන්නේ කෙසේද?

සෑම විටම සූර්යයා බබළන කෝර්ඩෝබා වෙත යන මාර්ගය?

නෑ නෑ ආයෙ මේක නෑ.

ඉදිරියට එන්න!

නිශ්ශබ්ද!

ඔයා මට තව පාරක් තල්ලු කරන්න කියනවා මම ඔයාගේ උගුරට නිදාගන්නම්.

I'll hand you the knife for my daughter.

Look!

The cord!

I have it.

If it's in her eyes, when the cord is around the baby's neck, it's most important!

I know how to deliver a baby!

Put the cannon away!

One more, Postal Becker.

One more!

Two more, Postal Becker!

Three

more, Postal Becker!

Two

more, Postal Becker!

Don't stull it on the 심 Soon!

Chur.

History!

Two more, Postal Becker!

It charged!

It sn ДоTS!

One more, Postal Becker!

Yeah, Didi.

You must be hungry.

Did you send people to look around the bay?

I did.

I looked myself.

Far along the coast.

On both sides.

Look, I think we cannot longer stay here on the beach.

We must move on.

Go!

Go!

I'll wait here until I find her.

She's dead!

Listen!

You brought all of us here.

To your country.

Where you said we are needed.

Most needed.

Because we have something great to share.

Most of us died for your dream yesterday.

Don't let us down now.

We need you.

Your son needs you.

I can't.

I just can't.

We will help you, Rob.

What's this circus then?

Inder gestures for the royal court?

They look a bit too serious for joking around.

Probably beyond for boring our queen to death within her work.

Hello.

We are physicians from Isfahan.

We've come to make a presentation to the physician's guild.

Where did he say?

Isfahan.

Never heard of it.

It's near Norwich.

Is it?

Yeah.

We've got some family there.

It's Ipswich, not Ishfahan.

It depends on how you say it, doesn't it?

It depends on your accent.

Isfahan is a great city.

The gentleman is correct.

Ipswich.

Ipswich it is.

The toll's going to be double for that funny-looking ass of yours.

All right.

Jews and Muslims out of the city before sunset.

My friend, how does it feel to be back home, huh?

It hasn't changed much.

It still smells like stew and dog shit.

We go back to where you came from!

Didn't somebody say we'd be held and praised on our arrival?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, that's how big fuckers are.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Take out my purse!

Hey!

Stop, boy!

Stop, boy!

You're racist!

Shit!

Shit!

Let me help you, boy.

It smells my heart!

Please don't leave me, sir.

It's okay.

I'm hurt like a weasel when I travel.

I'll never steal again.

I'll come along.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

I'm not gonna hurt.

Give me... Ah!

Bloody hell!

Maybe Mr. Weasel here can help us find the physician's guild.

For a penny, I can show you where the doctors do their tricks.

He just fixed your shoulder, and now you want to get paid.

Yalla, go away.

I didn't ask him to do it, did I?

Still gotta live, yeah?

Myself's not in a position to give nothing away for free.

Mmm.

What is that man doing with the hot iron?

Ah.

A renowned treatment for piles.

And this, uh... It cures them?

No.

But it gives them something else to think about.

Are you ugly-look doctors, then?

Is that how you fix my arm?

We're Hakims.

What was Hakim?

Apart from a way of clearing your throat.

When a woman is not getting pregnant, they believe the wound

wanders around the body looking for something to fill it.

And they use foul smells to keep it away from the head,

and sweet smells to lure it back between the legs.

We're going to be rich!

It's like the money's lying on the streets.

Is this what we came for?

Sorry.

Doctor!

Doctor!

How many times have I told you that there's only one

place for him and people like him, and that is not here?

Send him to the caves!

Police!

As the king's physician, there must be something you can do!

Make way for the king's guard!

Make way for the king's guard!

How do people believe they're witches?

They're not witches.

They're Celts.

They are witches!

They eat Christian hearts and will murder the king in

his bed, and everyone else, if we don't get rid of them.

And that's the truth, because that's what everyone's been saying.

They're not going to be an army.

Just because someone says something, it doesn't make it true.

Tell that to the bishop.

With your very eyes!

How the almighty punishes all heathens!

Wait this!

You kill one woman, another shall die!

What have they done to dying the fire?

Just got caught, haven't they?

The king's clearing their villages off the land,

and they bring a few to the city to cheer us all up.

Lord Godwin don't look too happy.

Who is he?

He's the head of the army.

And the queen's errand boy.

Who is he?

Who is he?

Who is he?

Who is

he?

Stop them!

Should she suffer another miscarriage, I might recommend to his highness that you

shall be executed swiftly, given the fact that you're the queen's physician.

I'm sorry, um...

What was the name again?

Rob.

Rob Cole.

And this is Yitzhak Gabay.

Rob Cole.

A Christian name.

Yet you're dressed like...

I'm not quite sure what you're dressed like.

A little Jewish, a bit Muslim.

Does it matter?

We believe in medicine, and science, and we