"Your brother-in-law, the Count of Lizana, is here." ""It's my will that my son Nuño begin an ecclesiastical vocation in the Augustine Monastery of Alcántara."" "~ I know who the Red Eagle is." "~ Prove it." "Do not condemn him to a life in confinement." "It was my brother's will and I'm going to enforce it." "I've already met my part of the bargain, I'm sure you'll now do the same." "Do you really think, your Eminence, that you, a single man, can force me to do anything?" "I've come to ask you to reconsider the future of your nephew, your grace." "Where's the portrait?" "You have to do something to help me." "The Cardinal's niece lives in your palace." "Kill her." "~ Where's Juan?" "~ Since the dust-up in the inn, no one's seen him." "He's no longer your son, he no longer belongs to you." "What are you doing to Juan to make him cede all his property?" "It's all yours, Víctor, on the condition you leave and never trouble Margarita again." "The only thing I want is my wife." "I wish you were my Dad." "Víctor won't leave unless I go with him, Catalina." "Tomorrow at sunset, right here, with pistols." "If only life had gone another way." "If only." "If something should happen to me at some point,..." "I want you to hand this to Nuño in person." "~ What are they going to do?" "~ Discipline him." "I'll do whatever necessary to get him out of here, Ricardo." "Margarita, are you sure you want to do this?" "We're going tomorrow." "I need your help." "Master!" "He has taken him!" "I believe you'll also regret it if something happens to Irene." "What are you saying, your Eminence?" "Irene is your daughter." "She never forgot you, you were always a problem between us." "Go on, shoot!" "~ Marquesa." "~ Your Majesty." "Nuño is your son." "Are you sure you want to fix him up?" "Everyone in town will know you're a coward." "You shouldn't have come back, Víctor." "Víctor had some relatives?" "His mother died before we got married." "We did everything we could to save him." "That's true, nobody could have done anything more." "Right." "Nobody." "Yeah, well, the dead dog --- it had rabies." "I'd like to say: if one sows the wind,... you get hailstones, that's how it is." "Rest in peace." "Margarita." "I understand that after everything that's happened..." "Our wedding is in San Isidro,... and that's how it'll be." "If that's what you want, of course." "I'm sorry, Master... just because he's dead doesn't mean he was a good person, the son of... whore who was on the verge of killing you." "The important thing now is that Margarita can get on with her life." "What I don't understand is how Víctor ended up with the knife so deeply stuck in him." "You saw it, it wasn't so deeply stuck before." "Well, Sátur, he would have died, anyway...he was seriously injured." "What exactly does that mean?" "That he would have died anyway." "Are we going?" "No, wait!" "What's the matter?" "No, if...you go ahead, I've got something to look into." "With my nerves it's known that..." "Go, go." "Tonight even the wolves won't sleep here." "Wait, wait, wait..." "Wait, Saturno, wait." "A cautious man is worth two." "First I have to find something for cleaning up myself." "What's this?" "Master!" "Master!" "Master!" "She's bled out from a neck wound." "Poor thing." "He must be a bastard, to leave her laying here, in the middle of the forest." "The vultures could have eaten her, just the same." "She's only been dead a short time." "The body shows no sign of serious decomposition." "And we don't even know who it is." "Nor why they killed her." "Look, she's got growths in her armpits,... in the groin,... she has what's called 'the French disease"." "Was she French?" "No, 'the French disease' is really syphilis,... a venereal disease." "~ Is that correct, Doctor?" "~ Yes." "Surely this girl was a prostitute." "The hell with my black appearance!" "Why should these things always happen to this kind of girl?" "~ Relax, Sátur, calm down." "~ No, let me alone, let me alone, this is a story I know well." "They treat them like, like... like they were trash." "I'm sorry." "And the neck wound?" "It was certainly down with a punch or something like that." "What's clear is that this girl was brutally murdered." "I, Felipe of Austria, king of Spain,... take you, Laura de Montignac, as my lawful wife." "She was a beautiful woman." "The document I have to sign." "Yes, I have it." "This serves to confirm the support of the Spanish crown... for my candidacy to Saint Peter's chair." "You know you have in me your most faithful servant, your Majesty." "I should have had you killed a few years ago,... when I had the chance." "Thank God you didn't do it,... so I was able to save your daughter." "It was a service to the person of your Majesty." "I wish Irene to enter the court as a lady-in-waiting for the queen." "She'll start next week." "As you wish." "Try not to interfere with her marital obligations." "She's married?" "Happily, we celebrated the wedding not long ago." "Right, I'd forgotten." "The duty of a wife is always at her husband's side." "I'm sorry that your other two children died." "It's a pity." "I know." "In a way, they're always here." "Hello." "Gonzalo, you're always creeping around." "You're up early." "Yes, with all the hustle and bustle of last night,..." "I didn't sleep too well." "Are you all right?" "Yes." "Margarita, you...it wasn't your fault." "The woman you found?" "She's dead." "There was nothing to be done." "Good, good, good..." "I'm bringing the shroud." "Freshly cut lilies." "I almost had to shake them out of the shopkeeper,... until he gave me a better price." "What a stench." ""What a stench!", he says." "How refined, the child!" "I'll say one thing to you,... this, with a bit of garlic, is the better thing to lift the spirit." "And Víctor?" "~ Víctor..." "~ Alonso,..." "Víctor's dead.." "They attacked him in the woods." "I'm sorry." "How are you?" "I'm fine, my dear." "Thanks." "I'm going to the palace." "Go ahead." "Let's go get dressed." "I think we should have prepared him just a bit, don't you think?" "Great thing that the boy didn't love him too much." "Sátur, remember we have to find out whether there are any living Montignac relatives." "You're not thinking of heading to France?" "No." "There exists a register of all the nobles who had come into town." "Then, it's it... we head by there, we ask for the register, and it's done." "With a bit of courtesy, I think that..." "I wish this were that easy, but it isn't." "They won't just hand this book over to anybody,... and besides, the building is closely guarded." "Right." "What do you mean "is closely guarded"?" "Because it's not the same thing a couple of toughies, as... a crowd so tightly packed that they have to make room into your ass to fit." "Don't you think?" "Eh, Master?" "It's...it's like a bad education with perfect manners?" "Catalina, give the orders to bring breakfast." "I'll have it here, in the bathtub." "Then be available for me." "Also summon the hairdresser." "And give me a manicure." "Ay!" "I need to recover my composure after all the havoc over Nuño." "Yes, ma'am, you deserve a rest." "How fortunate that young Master Nuño could return from the seminary." "You know the life of a mother is full of sacrifices, Catalina." "Yes, ma'am." "I've brought this for you, Madam Marquesa." "It's from the Count of Lizana." "He'll want to apologize for his behavior toward me." "It's a key, ma'am." "It's the key to your new home." "I hope you enjoy it." "Bad news, ma'am?" "They want to evict me from everything." "Ma'am, excuse the interruption, but... what do you mean by that?" "They're taking everything I own." "My palace, my lands, everything." "But this must be a mistake." "They can't do that." "Yes, yes, they can." "My late husband left Nuño as the sole proprietor." "Since he's not of age, the family Santillana will be the sole heir." "Have them prepare a carriage at once, Catalina." "Why is that man late?" "Taking into account how he likes to climb walls, maybe he's had a setback and plummeted down." "That's what happens for not letting me accompany him." "If he gave me a costume like God demands, I could go everywhere with him, but no." "Instead I'm talking to a horse." "Run, Sátur!" "Let's go!" "Master, did you get the register?" "The register, surely you have it!" "Maybe, since we didn't warn them in time we were paying a visit... that's why he took so long to come back." "I know her." "She's doing it on purpose." "Well, ma'am, people change over time." "Maybe your mother-in-law has softened her character over the years." "Mother." "I see my money suits you well,... though in the end, this beautiful face will fill with wrinkles, like all the rest." "Mother, I've come to ask you to intercede with your son, the Count of Lizana." "So now you need the help of an elderly woman?" "And her mercy." "The count seeks to evict me from my palace and to put me up in a miserable hovel... in the country, in the boonies, away from everything." "Miserly!" "Look on the bright side,... it's a return to your roots." "Mother, I know we've had our differences in the past,... but my late husband directed that we stay in the palace,... ~ and they're going against his wishes." "~ Don't you dare invoke my son." "Not a day has passed when you haven't besmirched our good name." "You have tarnished his memory,... in every room of the palace." "Regard what we're giving you as an act of charity." "You should know I've looked through the registry book, there are hundreds of names,... so we'll have to look carefully to see if we can find someone named Montignac." "In the different coming and goings, we need to do to find something about you!" "Think how simple would be to fix a Christmas meal for all of you to meet, right?" "Where are you going?" "You take me all over the place as if I were a cow without a bell." "We have to ask all the prostitutes if they know the woman we found in the woods." "Maybe they saw her leave with someone." "You ask out there." "I'm starting here." "The girl we found in the woods --- do you know her?" "It's not that, Cipri, just that I can't stand you talking to me anymore about your missing wife." "I'm sorry, and don't come back here." "No, don't go, don't go." "~ Don't go!" "~ Cipri, you're hurting me, let me go!" "Let the girl alone at once, man." "Go to your room, please." "Can I know what's up with you?" "They're all the same, that's what's up with me." "Why don't we ask the Marquesa?" "~ Are you nuts?" "~ We need to know what's going on." "Our families eat from our earnings here." "If they imprison you, you won't be able to help them, either." "You have to use your head a bit more, Martín." "Right, and what have you seen?" "A letter, from the Count of Lizana." "It said that the Marquesa has to leave the palace." "This means we're going to end up out of work." "If you think the Marquesa's going to allow them to take anything from her... then you don't know her." "Gossipers, that's what you are, all of you." "Aunt, do you know anything?" "Well." "I'll say once and for all,..." "I don't know what's going to happen, and the Marquesa hasn't told me a thing." "The problem, Catalina, is that they're all worried about their families." "You know what they're risking." "It's possible we'll have to leave here." "Well, according to what it says in the letter,... if things don't change abruptly, that's what will happen." "It's possible." "What am I going to do, I have to support my mother, she's very sick?" "!" "What are all of you doing here, get back to work!" "Let's go!" "Move it!" "You have to spend all day prodding them, to make them work." "They've exhausted me." "Do you take me for an idiot?" "What's this letter you were talking about?" "With all respect, Commissioner,... this is something you should be discussing with the Mistress." "I don't usually get involved in matters beyond my responsibility." "Catalina, don't force me to do things I don't want to do." "You're hurting me, sir, you're hurting me!" "Very well." "I'm all ears." "Sátur!" "~ But she's dead!" "~ What?" "What's happened here?" "She's dead!" "They've killed her." "A co-worker of Estuarda." "What's going on here?" "What's all the fuss?" "We don't know anything, Commissioner." "She was dead when we got here." "This poor woman, a streetwalker, she..." "All this commotion because of a whore?" "Get her out of here." "Move!" "Be careful." "This monster hates women." "One should know what complex he has." "The girl we just found was still warm." "They'd just killed her." "That can't be, considering how well-developed your senses are,... you would have noticed." "I saw nothing, I didn't notice anything at all." "Don't get down, Master,... you're the Red Eagle,... the bird." "They say she was covered in blood." "Dad, who killed that woman?" "Just as important: whoever killed her thought she deserved it." "Sit down." "Why did you say that, Nuño?" "Why do you think she deserved it?" "Because what they do is disgusting." "Nuño..." "Do you know what it's like to be hungry?" "You get a knot in your stomach,... and it hurts so much that all you can do is cry." "The little strength you have is spent on leg cramps." "Sátur." "When you see this happening to your own son,... you'll do whatever it takes to feed him." "~ Whatever." "~ Sátur!" "He's just a boy." "Sorry." "You have to listen to us, Sir, you must understand." "Please, Commissioner, the girls are very scared, send just a couple of guards." "You want my men to stop their work to babysit some whores?" "I beg you, please, do just that." "You have to listen to us." "They're going to kill us all." "Yours is a very dangerous profession, too, as you realized when you started." "Take her away." "No, no, no, you have to listen to us!" "Someone help us!" "They're going to kill us all!" "Help!" "What do you know about him?" "Nothing, sir." "The Count of Lizana is a man with an impeccable reputation." "That can't be." "Every man has a weakness." "He has no debts, doesn't gamble, nor does he drink, and I'd guess he doesn't cavort with prostitutes." "I can't stand saintly guys." "Master!" "What?" "Ah, you're there, reading?" "No, for a moment I was thinking that... you'd have gone on a trip to... to see whether you saw the woman killer, but I can see it's not the case, that you're there... looking after your own affairs, the family and so on." "That isn't the registry book." "I'm looking for information about killings." "Well, excuse me, Master." "You think that in a book of 'old legends',... you're going to find something?" "I don't know." "The only thing I know is that we're facing somebody really dangerous." "It wasn't important for him to take the risk and kill one of those women right under our noses." "Do you know something about the neck wounds?" "I haven't seen anything even resembling it in my entire life." "Me neither, though I've read about it." "Here." "Many years ago, in a part of eastern Europe engulfed by the cold,... a young married couple came to a small village and spent the night." "During the night they heard some strange noises which they attributed to the wind." "~ Wait, wait, wait..." "~ The next day..." "Go on." "The next morning, when the man woke up,... his wife wasn't at his side." "The man decided to go up the road to look for his young wife,... and then he saw in the distance the outline of a carriage." "He was watching as the door to the carriage opened slowly,... and a woman dressed in white toppled out." "The carriage sped off and was soon lost in the fog." "The man ran as fast as he could to identify who was lying on the ground... it was his beautiful wife." "When he turned her over he found a wound exactly like a bite to the neck." "They'd drunk her blood." "No!" "Sir, no." "You can't give this to me." "If we start to change roles, it's a Godless task!" "You're the one with his feet on the ground, you don't believe in such things!" "I'm the other guy." "So abandon the legends and search for a rational explanation." "I have none, Sátur." "But I do know one thing: the killer is a wretch who hates women." "~ Could be." "~ Of course it could be, it's how it is." "The neck wound still isn't quite so straightforward as I see it,..." "I'm going after the crux of the problem,... you'll see." "We have to nab him, Master, no matter who the killer is... or he'll keep on killing." "We'll get him." "Excuse me, ma'am, it was bolted." "Open that window,..." "I want to see out." "Ma'am, it's not for me to interfere, but..." "I don't know whether there's room for everything that you have at the palace." "Well, the Flemish table we can put into that corner." "and there, the Neapolitan vases... that would suit fine." "And about the rest, well,... we profit from the occasion by doing some cleaning up... there were a lot of useless things there." "Catalina, that's not everything." "Ma'am, you're crying for..." "Is everything to your liking, Lucrecia?" "It leaves a lot to be desired." "I didn't expect any less from you." "Anyway, take this,..." "I've only come here to return the key." "No, keep it, you'll need it." "Have you already seen the surrounding area?" "You even have a small vegetable garden." "There's nothing quite like reaping what one sows." "Your brother would be spinning in his grave if he could see what you're doing to me." "Now you remember my brother?" "I am the Marquesa of Santillana and I merit some respect." "You can take it as read that I won't live in this pigsty." "They are precious." "Well, I've always had good taste, have I not?" "And apart from going insane,... what's all this come from?" "What do you think?" "That you're insane." "I'm going to dress up and then we'll go for a walk." "This was a good surprise." "Thanks." "Thanks for letting me get this ready." "To see her smile, it's worth it." "Florinda." "Florinda, are you there?" "It's me, Cipriano." "Let me in, woman." "I'm very sorry about this afternoon." "Your Majesty, the Marquesa of Santillana has arrived and insists on seeing you." "she warrants that it's a vital matter,... concerning her family." "tell her that the king doesn't care to get involved in family disputes." "Your pardon, your Majesty, but it seems to be serious." "Madam Marquesa is very fraught." "I can't tolerate such abuse of my trust." "Eject her without ceremony." "What are you up to?" "I'm writing a letter to Gabi and Estuarda." "I'll find them someday." "Gonzalo, do you know anything about those two dead women?" "I rather suspect the Commissioner is hunting down the killer." "I've never had too much faith in the Commissioner's doings." "They told me she died in your arms." "Two dead women, and it was you who found both of them." "Sátur found the first one." "Of course --- it hasn't been a good day, shall we say?" "One can no longer have a quiet walk through town." "We aren't safe, Gonzalo." "Don't you worry, you can count on us." "Well, and the other guy too." "Juan, who seems to think this is hallowed ground,... bringing flowers to the house, flowers and more flowers..." "I like them." "It's the first time the house has smelled good." "Well, what can I tell you?" "To me, flowers, with all due respect, but... they'd be very gallant, but when it smells of good cooking, even if you heap up flowers..." "If it's not...not..." "I'm going out tonight." "I'm going to find the killer." "Fine." "That's it, very well said." "I shouldn't have had doubts about you,... but even Saint Peter balked three times." "Or he refused?" "~ Refused." "~ Hesitated." "~ Refused." "~ Whatever." "Ay, excuse me for bothering you at this late hour, Teacher, but..." "Sátur, there's a man shouting at Florinda's place, and... from what I hear..." "I think it's Cipri, your friend." "No no, you can't do this to me!" "Please!" "~ Why, why?" "~ Cipri!" "Cipri, this is Gonzalo, open up." "Open the door, Cipriano." "Let me handle it." "Back off." "Ay, I'll harm myself." "But what have you done, you sad-sack?" "Cipri." "You've barely said a word all night." "Well, it's...it's the first time we've had dinner all alone, you and I, without Mom." "Nuño, your Mom...has she talked with you?" "No." "You know that I'm always on your side." "That won't change, but..." "I want you to know..." "Nuño, go to sleep." "It's already very late." "Good night." "Don't worry." "I don't see anything to worry about." "Pride until the end." "Please, Lucrecia, the two of us know exactly what we're talking about." "The king refused to receive me." "I won't allow Nuño and you to live like that." "Now I have position,..." "I have land, I have money." "I can deal with your problems." "And live like a kept woman?" "You're insulting me, Hernán." "I don't care what you're thinking." "I am also responsible for Nuño." "He's my son." "Your what?" "Don't ever mention this again." "If Nuño still has something of his own, this would be his last name." "As soon as I leave this palace I'll be invisible to the nobility." "Gone would be the favors, the meetings, the privileges." "I'll have lost everything." "And now, if you'll permit me..." "I'd like to eat my last meal in the palace." "Alone." "Catalina!" "Catalina!" "Why doesn't anyone come when I call?" "Where's the staff, Catalina, answer me." "They've all left, ma'am." "But what's this stupidity you're saying to me?" "The count paid them to leave." "Relax, Lucrecia." "We can solve this." "Wretches." "Ingrates." "Egotists." "How dare they abandon me?" "Tell those bitch sisters to get back to work or I'll have them flayed alive." "With all respect, ma'am..." "They were going onto the streets,... and they have families." "Many of them grew up between these walls,... and this is how they pay me back?" "They didn't deserve to have me as their mistress, may God will they rot!" "Then I went home and it was full of flowers." "And Aunt Margarita was jumping up and down, nervous-like." "It's been a while since I last saw her laugh that way." "Even Dad seemed happy." "And, well...me... since I know how much you like flowers, so..." "I brought some for you, I don't think my Aunt minds much." "What that?" "You weren't able to control things, right?" "I'm sure you did it,... because of what Inés did to you." "I swear that..." "And the rest, what did they do to you?" "Eh, Cipri?" "What did the rest do to you?" "I always thought you were a shy guy, but it turns out that you're a degenerate." "I could crush your head with..." "~ Enough." "~ But he killed Estuarda's work-mates!" "It's enough that they have poor lives, yet to be bled like beasts." "Enough." "Nothing to say?" "Sátur, go away, go away." "~ You cur..." "~ Go on, go away." "Well, how can I go and leave you alone with this guy?" "Then, just calm down." "She was dead." "She was dead." "I didn't do it, Gonzalo." "Easy, Cipri, sooner or later we'll find out who it was." ""Who it was"?" "You still have doubts?" "Sátur." "Cipri, do you know whether Florinda had someone else there earlier?" "Was she there with someone?" "I don't know." "Calm down, don't worry." "Trust me." "Now sleep for a while." "Easy, easy." "You let him off so easily?" "Are we crazy or what, Master?" "Sátur, he's innocent." "Look, I'll say something that maybe you don't know, but I do." "When masculine pride has been bruised,... it's pretty ferocious, and we can lose our heads." "I say that Cipriano is a killer." "Cipri didn't do it." "I believe him." "Well I don't." "Ma'am, forgive me for insisting,... but we have to leave today and I still don't know what we'll be taking or not." "Want some help?" "No, let it be." "Mom, what's going on today?" "Catalina, where's my footman?" "Mom, no one came to dress me." "And no one bathed me, either." "Can you tell me what happened to the staff?" "Your footman is sick, that's exactly why I was talking about with Catalina,... and I've given the rest the day off." "The day off?" "You're too kind, Mom." "Go eat, and Catalina will serve you." "I'll tell him, later on." "I never thought I'd have to wear it again." "This is the dress you arrived in." "Why didn't you leave with the others?" "Why are you still here by my side?" "Well, I'm your housekeeper, your lady companion..." "Please, Catalina,..." "I never treated you well, I've been cruel, you owe me nothing." "Why haven't you left?" "I don't know, ma'am." "The truth is, I just don't know." "You may not understand,... but my mother showed me, that we, those who die of hunger, only have our honor." "I know that the only purpose of our honor is for the rich,... so they can take advantage of us." "Well, you see, that's all I have." "So I'm staying." "I'd like to fix up the new house before my son sees it." "Yes, ma'am." "Warn the coachman, and tell him I need..." "No coachman, ma'am, he's gone, too." "She was dead." "She was dead." "She was dead, but I didn't do it, Gonzalo." "Master." "What are you doing there?" "Look, traces." "That's impossible, how could there be footsteps on the ceiling?" "You were looking where you shouldn't,..." "In there are surely signs, evidence, information, and everything." "There, indeed, not here." "Please put it off right now." "Cipri didn't do it." "Cipri is innocent, it wasn't him." "How could it be otherwise?" "Dad." "Last night a man showed up in my aunt's room." "What?" "Well, let's make things clear, Alonso,... well...well, last night I dreamed there was a man in my bedroom,... and he was staring at me,... but...it was a dream, that's it." "And...and what was he like?" "Well...well, he was...tall... handsome, with blue eyes and very white skin." "Good." "I have to go, I'm late to the palace." "Go with God." "Go with God." "Well, yesterday I heard a fluttering on the roof." "Like a great bird." "The other..." "For God's sake, they start again with the nonsense!" "... the lady has dreams, the boy hears flutterings,... you with that matter of yours..." "This family is going around the bend." "God bless that I'm here to put their feet back on the ground." "Let's go, head for the house." "Alonso." "Well, what were you doing out at night, and up on the roof?" "~ Huh?" "~ Help me!" "Help me, for God's sake!" "By Christian charity, she's dying in my arms." "Help me, for God's sake, she's dying in my arms." "~ Juan!" "~ Help me, please!" "~ What's going on?" "~ I don't know, I found her laying down in the woods." "She left this morning, but I just now found her." "Where is Cipri, where is that animal?" "!" "It's nothing to do with Cipri..." "Then who?" "Poor Cipriano, the things I said to him." "With the burden he carries, I also accuse him of being a killer." "Did you see how sad a face he had, Master?" "Something like that." "If you want to accuse someone like this, at least think a little bit first." "Yes, Master, the voice of reason ran off me." "According to the father, the girl showed up here." "Let's see: they were together, they separated for a moment, but he gave it no mind... then everything happened very quickly." "The father didn't see or hear anything." "Very strange, don't you think?" "On seeing her lying there, he imagined she was resting." "Yeah, resting forever." "~ Let's search." "~ I'm going to fill this up right here." "Master!" "He's there, he's right there, Holy Mother protect us!" "~ Who?" "~ The guy in Margarita's dream, he's right here!" "Sátur, are you sure?" "I swear I saw him." "Just like your sister-in-law reported, just like, he's right here!" "~ Wait here!" "~ No!" "I don't know where we're going to put all this." "It's impossible." "It couldn't be, Mom." "It's not true." "It's here where we're going to live?" "Yes, at least for a while." "But, well, you still didn't finish the task?" "Martín, unload what's left in the cart... and put this furniture in the Marquesa's room,... and you, Margarita, bring me those two buckets for inside." "Don't worry, Son, this... won't last long." "Martín, leave the furniture in the cart and bring it back to the palace." "There's no room for anything else here." "~ No, ma'am." "~ I'll take it." "But what are you doing, Mom?" "Nuño." "Help your mother." "I won't contribute in this." "Do what I said without whining." "Sátur, what are you doing?" "~ What?" "~ What are you doing?" "Nothing, why?" "For God's sake!" "What?" "No, man, no, you're drinking the Holy Water... do you know what it took me to find that?" "Sátur, tear down the garlic and the crosses, and get rid of that." "No, no, no, no." "Don't even speak of that." "Why not?" "Look at this way: your duty as a hero is to help people, isn't it?" "Therefore, mine, as the servant, is to take care of the family, and that's all." "So don't talk about that." "If you want to remove your protections, do it yourself." "But, be warned, at you own risk." "Really, Sátur, do you really think a bunch of garlic and some crosses will discourage anyone?" "Well, of course, quite well." "Very well." "They're going to free us from evil beings, I just read it in the book." "~ What book?" "~ What book do you think, yours!" "I've grabbed it, I've read it again, and I rue the day." "I've lost count of the number of times I got sick today." "Look, what we have to do is to find the killer,... that's what we have to do." "Such beasts live in dark places, wet and cold." "Underground, like Cipri." "Look in our lair for any map of the area where the girl was found... so bring it to my room." "Good, I'll look for the map, but... you don't mess with my garlic." "We're getting to learn about him." "Giddyup!" "What's going on?" "What's happening, kiddo?" "Come on, come on." "Can I help you?" "I'm trying to head north, but my horses won't go along with it." "I know you." "I should have left you a footman." "My palace is so big that it was very difficult for me to arrive here." "Why did you call me?" "Take this." "These are the master keys to the palace." "Now they're yours." "Why are you doing this?" "Everything you own is mine,... and since it's mine, I want to enjoy it." "Ricardo, why do you hate me so?" "You're a nobody,..." "I've got no reason to hate you." "You'll receive your allowance in a timely manner each week." "You were wrong to choose my brother,..." "I was better than he was." "It was just that?" "All this hassle because you were in love with me?" "What's going on?" "What's going on?" "What's going on, Ricardo?" "What's going on, are you all right?" "Listen, listen." "Listen to what's written here:..." ""If you're bitten by evil, and badness drinks your blood,..." ""evil will dwell in you forever..." ""in your body."" "~ Sátur." "~ No, wait, wait, wait." ""And he'll return to eternal life..." ""among the shadows."" "So, they first kill you, then they condemn you to an afterlife of sucking necks." "Such bad blood, it bears repeating." "In some ancient civilizations, they thought that if you drank the blood of another person,... you'd be young forever.." "That's why they drank it,... they thought they'd live forever." "Well, I'll tell you, with the fucking life gives us,... who'd want to live forever!" "?" "Leave the book --- look!" "Here." "I don't know what you want me to see." "It was here where they found that girl?" "The grottos, Sátur, the grottos." "You think that..." "This is where those bugs come from?" "Sátur, we're not hunting bugs,... we're looking for a man." "Gonzalo!" "Are you here?" "One second, I'm coming." "Gonzalo, are you decent?" "Yes." "Talk to me." "Where's Margarita?" "She didn't go with you?" "Not with me --- today she had to carry a cart loaded with furniture to Horcajo... and return to the palace, and then get back here." "Could it be that something bad happened to her?" "No, no, no." "Such a trip takes quite a while." "It's normal she wouldn't be there." "Don't worry, go on home." "Sátur, go with her." "When you see her, tell her that tomorrow, before Matins, we'll leave for palace." "Go with God, Catalina." "~ With God, Catalina." "~ With God." "What an irritating woman, by God!" "The only road between Horcajo and the palace passes through several grottos." "Did you kill him?" "~ No, I didn't kill him." "~ Please, Lucrecia, in your own house!" "But I didn't kill him." "But he's dead, and in your own bed." "~ He died all by himself." "~ Yeah, right." "Look, we can't say that before the High Court of the crown of Castile." "We'll tell them that after he ruined your life,... he came here to die peacefully in your bed." "Yes!" "That's fine, they'll believe you." "You have to help me." "But, how you dare ask me?" "He died on top of me." "~ We were in bed..." "~ You took him to bed?" "!" "Yes, Hernán, yes." "This is serious, Lucrecia." "Very serious." "We have to do this right, or your life will be ruined." "You'll help me get rid of him, yes or no?" "Where am I?" "Let me go!" "Let me go!" "Who are you?" "What do you want?" "Who are you?" "What do you want from me?" "What do you want from me?" "Please, no, no!" "No, let me go!" "Everything's settled, they'll never find him." "Are you sure?" "Sure." "Even now the ravens are getting rid of him." "I didn't do anything, Hernán." "It was a damned unfortunate accident." "Did anyone see the count here?" "Where's my son?" "I'm sorry." "What have you done with him?" "I was waiting last night to hand over the keys to the palace,... but he didn't come in the end." "Shall I give them to you instead?" "My son was here yesterday because you summoned him." "After he didn't come home for dinner, and he never misses a meeting with me,... never." "If you'll permit me, I'm Hernán Mejías, the Commissioner in town." "My wife and I were waiting with the Marquesa, and I can assure you your son never made an appearance here." "I don't know where he could be." "I don't believe a single word you say." "If you've done the same as to your late husband, I swear that..." "I loved my husband more than his twice-damned family." "I have suffered his absence more than the two of you, ma'am." "If you'll excuse me,..." "I have to oversee the move to this wretched hovel... where your only grandson will now have to live... that's the future which awaits your last name... to disappear among the manure." "By your leave." "Ma'am." "Master, stay calm, for God's sake,... stay calm." "Sátur, the horses and the cart were abandoned in the middle of the road." "Maybe the lady chose to get there on foot." "For, if it isn't so --- why would anybody attack her?" "You don't realize?" "All the victims are young women,... and we wasted the whole night looking for the grotto's entrance... so let's go." "Now you'll see how Miss Margarita will be scared by wondering about where we went." "You'll see." "What was all that?" "Holy Virgin, by your Son, don't leave us in the lurch." "Wait, Master, wait." "Ma'am, I think that in the future,... we should open a new door in the kitchen to reach the street,... because we'll be coming and going all the time, and this is the only lounge,..." "Catalina, leave us alone, please." "Mom, I... you can be sure that I'm going to accompany your throughout." "Dearest,... can you bring me... a scarf that I left on my bed?" "Thank you." "Yes." "Madam Marquesa." "The gentleman comes on behalf of your mother-in-law, the Contessa of Osuna." "What's going on, Mom?" "Your grandmother wants to see you at once." "You're not coming?" "No, she wants to see you alone." "No, leave me alone!" "Leave me be." "Don't hurt me, please." "No, please." "Who are you?" "Welcome." "Don't hurt me, please." "The last time I saw you,... you were a baby." "Now you're a man through and through." "Have you received a good education?" "The best, thanks to my mother." "There's no doubt you are a Santillana." "You'll return to your palace to continue your studies as you should." "I have no doubt in the future,... you will honor your name." "Let's go!" "No, no, no please!" "Master?" "Master!" "Master!" "Master!" "No, no, no!" "Stop!" "What's going on?" "Red Eagle!" "Master, Red Eagle!" "This guy won't suck any more, Master." "Master." "I have something to tell you." "I don't know very well how to raise it, but..." "I think it's important." "Let's hear it." "It's that I don't know... what if the lady had become one of the undead ones?" "~ Sátur!" "~ The guy hadn't sucked her very much... but at least a little bit, there's just a little scab, see?" "Sátur, it's only a scratch, nothing more." "This grotto only had a bunch of degenerates." "You know as well as I that this guy was unusually strong." "Sátur, that's what it was, one man." "There aren't any real living blood-suckers, they don't exist, not really." "Fine, tell me if she wakes up." "I'm getting a glass of water." "What am I doing here?" "Why am I in Gonzalo's bed?" "What's important isn't the where, it's the why." "How are you?" "Because that's what matters now." "What's wrong with you being in the master's bed if you're all right, because..." "It's not wrong, if you're all right." "Take it." "Why am I in your bed, Gonzalo, what happened?" "We found you collapsed in the street and brought you home." "With so simple the explanation was, the mess I've done." "How are you?" "You got it?" "What's important is the why, not the where." "Collapsed in the street?" "~ And the man?" "~ What man?" "You spent the night very restlessly." "No." "The man in my dream took me to a place... and I was in a place where..." "Wasn't all this just a dream?" "Woman, in view of the restless night you've been through..." "It had to have been a nightmare..." "That's how it seemed to me." "Isn't that right?" "Yeah, sure." "Go ahead, rest up some." "Counting the trees of your heritage?" "Is any one of them missing?" "No." "All of them are present." "You always fulfill what you set out to do." "How do you do that?" "I just stick to pursuing what I want." "Ever since I was a girl, I used to escape my mean environment,... just to come here." "The shade of this tree always charmed me." "I swore to myself that this would all be mine." "And it was right here where my husband asked to marry me --- he liked it here, too." "He used to spent countless hours reading here." "Meanwhile, I had the joy of you in his bed." "We'll never know exactly what happened to him, will we?" "I don't know." "He disappeared without a trace." "Cursed be the hour it occurred to me to read this book." "I can't tear my eye away,... if you remain ignorant... it would be a sea of pleasure... but no,... why did you learn to read?" "Why?" "For nothing!" "Good, let's go to sleep." "What's going on, Sátur?" "Sátur, stop, stop." "Sátur, I just want some water." "What foolishness, I just scared myself with myself, man." "Come on, back to sleep." "Nothing's happened." "Back to bed." "Are you all right?" "What happened to you?" "I just woke up... and I saw her like this,... did you see how messy her hair is?" "How could one not cry out a bit!" "Don't you think?" "Go on, back to sleep." "Sleep, you say?" "That would be pretty difficult." "I'm so wide-awake..." "I don't deserve this." "Why don't you and I go together to the lair,... and apply ourselves to the meat of the register,... and maybe, with a little luck,... maybe a brother-in-law will appear, a mother-in-law,..." "Surely you don't want to sleep alone." "Right, I don't want to sleep alone." "Come on, let's go.." "Wait." "Sátur, no." "Come on, Sátur, Sátur." "A group of conspirators seeks to threaten the life of my only living son." "I've found a living Montignac,... my mother's brother,... my uncle, I have to see him." "A locust plague, Cipri." "This would ravage the year's harvest!" "For God's sake with your uncle, and this is just for him?" "Sir, the peasants are leaving the fields and coming into town." "But what kind of men do I have who can't stop four farmers?" "There's nothing here." "I realize the girl will surrender easily." "The future of the Austrias is now in your hands, Marquesa." "~ We have to do something!" "~ Tell me what!" "Don't give me any more helpful hints for living!" "Felipe?" "Master, look, there, there, there!"