"THE HAIRY DEVIL" "And that farmer was running!" "His whole farm went into flames." "He kept yelling: "My pigs, my horses, my children, my wife!"" "Stop!" "The coat of arms of Guelders." "Idiots." "Don't you recognize your allies anymore?" "Take me to Big Pier." "Admiral is what he is." "Take me to Big Pier, scoundrel." "I have a message for him." "Are you crazy?" "We don't take prisoners." "Admiral, these aren't prisoners." "Don't talk back to me." "Kill them!" "The coat of arms of Guelders." "A pity." "Admiral Pier..." "What do you want near the rivers?" "I guard the water for the Duke." "Admiral Pier, the Duke wants me to inform you that Philip of Burgundy has bought a painting." "So?" "A painting." "What do I care about a painting?" "We can make a lot of money of it." "That's why the Duke wants it." "I am always interested in a nice stick-up." "But remember." "You guard the roads and I guard the water." "I won't let an eel through." "Admiral, between you and me..." "There's something strange about that painting." "What?" "The painter who made it they say he made a pact with the devil." "What's his name?" "Jeroen Bosch." "This is a nice spot." "We'll eat here." "It's open here." "If soldiers from Guelders come here..." "Don't talk to me about them." "You don't even carry a sword." "I don't feel like fighting." "Stop!" "Good afternoon, sergeant." "Corporal." "Soldier." "In that case, give me a hand." "What will it be?" "A new buckle, grease for your sword?" "Let go of that." "You're not his assistant." "What are you doing?" "Show me your hands." "My hands?" "Come on." "Not a bit of paint." "He's not a painter." "Who are you?" "Simon Heinszoon, the peddler." "Open that thing." "Hurry." "I want to see what's in there." "By what right?" "By this right." "Why do you do that?" "What a mess." "I live off this." "But no painting." "Man, you don't amount to anything." "Villains, nasty villains!" "Villains, nasty villains!" "Careful now." "Villains, nasty villains!" "Look at these strange drawings." "That's a gryphon." "A unicorn." "You can heal all wounds with that thing." "A sphinx." "She'll tell you a riddle." "And if you don't know the answer, she'll kill you." "Do these creatures exist?" "Not here." "But in India, Persia." "I've lived there, but I've never seen them." "But they do exist." "Or else they couldn't draw them." "A worm." "I don't believe it." "People think of these monsters themselves." "And then they get afraid of them." "Stop!" "Stop!" "You have a beautiful head." "You look like a murderer." "I'm a sergeant of Van Rossem's." "And I'm a subject of Charles of Guelders." "What is your profession?" "My profession is wine merchant." "I sold everything." "We're looking for contraband." "Search it." "What's the matter?" "I saw something move." "Go on, man." "A double bottom." "Wine merchant, you said?" "Check what's in there." "What's that?" "Let's see." "Rat traps." "To catch rats." "Go after him!" "Soldiers of Guelders." "Come." "You've got no sword." "I have this." "Oldenstein!" "Catch!" "Stop!" "Hold it." "Head up, yes." "Look to the side a bit." "My basket." "It's ruined." "What's wrong?" "Who are you?" "I'm Simon, the peddler." "I'll be a beggar now." "This is number two." "What did they want from you?" "This." "What's that?" "A painting." "We should go back to Oldenstein." "And what about me?" "Come with us." "I'll give you a new basket." "What did you bring?" "First a drink." "Then I'll tell you." "Put them in irons." "An ape." "Just what I need." "First we quench our thirst." "Why do those guys want that painting?" "Because my work is worth a lot of money." "Ever since Philip the Handsome commissioned a painting from me everybody wants one." "Is that the painting he commissioned?" "Well?" "What do you say of my little devils?" "Beautiful." "Very beautiful." "Our Duke has refined taste." "What does our Duke pay for it?" "A thousand gold pieces, I believe." "What?" "A thousand gold pieces for a fire and some characters?" "It's a scandal, for a piece of firewood." "Come, we'll get you a new basket." "A basket?" "Poor guy." "For the peddler, this is firewood." "Firewood?" "What's wrong?" "My paintings firewood?" "As firewood, it will arrive safely at the duke's." "Charcoal burners... these are your clothes." "Did you see their faces?" "What do you think you're doing?" "We're poor charcoal burners." "Charcoal burners?" "Give me a break." "Where's the painting?" "Painting?" "What painting?" "We're charcoal burners." "You said no painting?" "Run!" "You thought you could get away." "Put that together for me." "He's got Master Bosch." "Go into the tent." "What can we do?" "We have to think of something." "Did you see him grab the rabbit foot all the time?" "He's very superstitious." "He's dead scared of those little devils." "Come, we have to find the peddler." "The peddler, why?" "I'll tell you later." "Wait." "Jeroen, did you get away too?" "Stay here." "Simon Heinszoon!" "Simon, you have to help us." "With what?" "They captured Master Bosch." "What is that to me?" "We need some of your things." "Take your pick." "250 cents." "250 cents?" "Do we have to pay for that junk?" "Trade is trade." "I gave you that basket." "And Master Bosch gave you ten gold pieces." "I spent them." "250 cents." "Let's pay him." "We need the feathers too." "Hurry up, man!" "What will you do to me when this is finished?" "We'll drown you." "I have a better idea." "We'll keep you alive." "You'll make paintings and I'll sell them." "We'll be rich." "Let's drink to that." "Here you go." "They keep looking at me." "Do those devils really exist?" "I even see them behind you." "Careful!" "They might choke you." "I don't believe you." "You're lying." "You're lying." "How could I paint what doesn't exist?" "Where's the painting?" "He's lying on it." "Untie my hands." "What's that?" "Tie this to the sword and..." "Pier..." "Pier..." "Pier..." "The devil!" "The devil in my tent!" "Well done." "And I have my painting." "Come, Floris is waiting with the horses." "Master Bosch." "The painting that Your Grace commissioned." "It's an extraordinary painting, Master Bosch." "We thank you." "This is for you." "For all your help." "It's the peddler." "Great." "He's a swindler." "You can see it." "And he's poor." "Look." "He's as stupid as a cow." "The dogs bark at him." "And he led a carefree life." "But he ends on the gallows."