"We'll go to the asylum to see what the goldsmith will say,... and we'll cross the woods." "~ That way's much shorter." "~ And much more dangerous." "I don't know anybody who entered the woods and left it again." "Watchmen, to me!" "Silence." "A man attacked us and stole your medal." "My father and my aunt --- they were going to get married?" "Today we're going to talk about fear." "Well, because there's no explanation." "The woods is cursed, everyone knows that whoever enters it will never come out again." "Master, Master!" "I'm going to use you in my next experiment." "~ Where am I?" "~ In the punishment cells of the asylum." "Bring me the living head of the bastard who dared to touch my niece." "My investigations will revolutionize medical science." "You have put the life of my niece into danger,... with what motive?" "I'm looking for whoever dared to attack the Marquesa de Santillana,... and the niece of Cardinal Mendoza." "Me, I'd like it like this, but simpler,... without so much adornment." "~ Like your sister's." "~ All the women in our family were married in it." "This is yours, your mother gave it to you first." "So I could marry you." "~ Does it hurt badly?" "~ It's not the neck wound which hurts the most, Martín." "Your father and I were just friends." "You were boy- and girlfriend." "You were like that before he married my mother,..." "I know everything." "Yes, your father and I were close." "Swear to me that you don't love him like before." "If you can fall in love again with your first love." "First love isn't forgotten,... it's never forgotten." "~ "For Irene my niece" ~ It was you!" "We're going to die at the hands of who knows who,... locked up like animals,... and without souls." "Whoever locked us up is going to come back, so give me a hand here." "Belladonna." "I've conducted some very interesting experiments with the backbone." "It was him, he attacked Irene." "Who ordered you to attack my niece?" "Answer me!" "Whoever can grab both halves of the medallion can open it to see what's been hidden." "I cut off his tongue." "I met a giant,... big big big, like a mountain." "How did you happen to be here, my good man?" "When you cut out someone's tongue, it's so he won't talk." "I can't think of another good reason." "Are you still awake?" "Most succumb earlier." "It serves him right." "The Red Eagle is your master?" "Don't worry, you'll hear from me." "Master, don't get mad, but recently you don't get a single hit." "It was a major effort to find this blessed medallion,... the only clue we had, and you go met that lunatic, and... he stole it." "I don't think that goldsmith was all that crazy,... someone locked him up there for more than twenty years,... and I still don't know why." "Like you say, but even so we're no better off now than we were at the beginning of things,... and who knows where that goldsmith can be." "I only have to imagine what we're going to do next and my hands start to tremble!" "We must start again, Sátur,... but I assure you that I'll find out who I am!" "For sure." "First I have to see the Doctor." "It's about the herbs he gave me --- I don't know whether they're for rubbing or biting,... but I tried everything, and nothing works." "Thanks, Father José, don't worry, 8 o'clock on the dot my son will be there." "~ Good night, Catalina." "~ Good night, Father, may God bless you." "Then, I did it right, Mom?" "What?" "I went through the whole Mass with frizzy hair!" "You did look like a little angel risen up there." "Come on, give me a hug." "My son, you stink,... go on, take it off and give it to me to wash..." "We have to go to Mass, but we should be very clean... and hurry, tomorrow we must get up early." "By the Virgin!" "But what are you doing here?" "!" "Nothing, I came by to see the Doctor." "Go away!" "I haven't seen anything." "Push off, buddy, get out of here!" "I came to see the Doctor, so..." "The Holy Virgin!" "Thanks, Catalina." "Get out of here, buddy, move it!" "Asshole!" "Master, I'm cured, look!" "Sátur, Sátur!" "Catalina, she was washing there, her lower parts,... you can't imagine the great thing that a woman hides, Master!" "What a mountain peak, look!" "Saturno, don't go in in that state, don't go in!" "Look, look!" "That's not small, look!" "I'm cured!" "Your Majesty, I came as soon as I received your letter." "Has something happened?" "I have something for you, Marquesa,... let's say it's a reward,... for favors performed on behalf of the crown." "Serving your Majesty has always been my greatest pleasure,..., but if his majesty wants to reward me... it wouldn't be me who would oppose these desires." "I'm going to give you a husband." "A husband?" "I want you to marry Don Hernando de Ortuño,... my Prime Minister." "But your Majesty, I hardly know him." "Since when has this been a drawback for you?" "You've been alone for many years, and a woman needs a man by her side." "My Minister is one of the most important men in the realm, he has titles... and a not inconsiderable fortune." "Of course, your Majesty." "We've already initiated the procedures for the wedding." "It only lacks your signature." "I hope you don't dare to disappoint your king." "As you command, your Majesty." "You may go." "It's late and the queen awaits me." "Of course, your Majesty." "~ May you stay in God's hands." "Good evening." "~ Good evening, Father." "Why did you come back, do you want something?" "Where are they?" "I don't know." "Let it go, or I'll call the watchmen." "Tell me, tell me where they are, and I won't harm you." "I don't know." "~ Where are they?" "~ I don't know." "What's going on?" "Summon the Watch!" "My God, help me!" "Help, help, please, help!" "Poor Father José." "There's nothing I can do --- he's dead." "But who could have done something like that?" "It was a Moor, I saw him --- a Moor." "Wait, wait, are you sure?" "I'm sure." "May God find us confessed,... they've begun killing curates, and they're about to reconquer us." "What happened here?" "~ It was a Moor." "~ A Moor killed him." "Look for him everywhere, so he can't escape." "Yes, sir." "It's unfair, man, for God's sake!" "What a good person Father José was, man, and we live in a Catholic realm!" "Nothing is respected!" "What's all the commotion?" "I pay you for working, not for gossiping about the neighbors." "Catalina, what's in the pot?" "Chicken, ma'am, we're going to serve it with some greens." "Today we've got a very important visitor, get rid of it,... and fix something else." "Listen, don't just throw it out, hey?" "How can I chuck a chicken!" "That would be a sin!" "And who could be that important?" "What would I know, daughter, what with Inquisitors and Cardinals,... he may even be the Pope..." "Welcome, Princess." "Hello." "Good God, where are you going dressed up like that?" "~ You are..." "~ You are what you seem...well, what he really is... a noble of Spain, you seem." "Listen to this:" "I am going to ask for your hand in front of the king." "Why in front of the king?" "Do you have to ask the king's permission to get married?" "It's a formality for all us nobles, relax." "See you later." "Catalina, and if he doesn't grant permission, what do we do?" "Girl, why wouldn't he approve?" "He's his cousin." "What are families for?" "For exactly this sort of thing!" "They nabbed the Moor." "The commissioner's watchmen have caught the Moor and taken him to the cells." "I'm going down there right now --- I want to see the face of that scum." "Mother of God!" "That son of yours, he wants to watch everything." "Now, I warn you, as soon as we find him, I leave." "I feel uncomfortable with these situations." "You --- what are you doing here?" "We're waiting to see them bring in the Moor." "They'll take him to the cells, may he rot there." "Have you seen Alonso?" "I'll go see if I can find him." "~ A Moor?" "~ Yes, a Moor." "They have him." "Killer!" "Give up this country!" "Bastard!" "Here you have the killer." "You're not going to kill any more curates." "Go back to Africa." "Spain is ours!" "For the acts of conspiracy, heresy and murder,... the Moor is condemned to death by stoning,... for the entertainment of the public and as a useful warning." "Yes, sir, that's the law!" "Who are you?" "Why is he staring at you?" "It looks like he knows you." "Me, this Moor?" "How could he know me?" "~ But he's still staring at us." "~ He's confused me with someone else." "~ Let's go, I said!" "~ Do what Sátur says." "This is not a spectacle." "Good morning, Mother." "Morning, son." "Did you sleep well?" "~ Yes." "~ Yeah?" "It makes me glad." "Come, sit down, there's something I'd like to talk about." "What, Mother?" "You see, Nuño, I..." "I have some good news for you." "I'm going to get married." "~ Really?" "~ Yes." "Finally!" "Mom, you've got no idea how much I've dreamed of this, I..." "I always saw the commissioner as a father." "Nuño, no, no, I'm not marrying the commissioner,... it's someone much more important,..." "I'm going to marry the king's Prime Minister." "Yeah, but why do you have to marry this guy?" "I'd prefer the commissioner" "Forget the commissioner, Nuño." "But I don't want that guy to become my father,..." "I don't want any other father than the commissioner." "Nuño..." "Ma'am, Don Fernando de Orduño wants to see you." "Behave." "With pleasure." "Marquesa." "I present to you my dear son, Nuño." "Nuño, say hello." "I'm going to school." "Don't worry, it's normal for these things to take time." "I have something for you, Lucrecia." "What a beautiful ring, it's exquisite!" "It's the only jewel that's worthy of you." ""Death to the Moors." "Death by stoning tomorrow in the town square."" "Tomorrow they're going to stone the Moor who killed Father José." "Then this very afternoon, let's go get some stones." "Fine, fine." "Since I see you're very interested in these matters, today we're going to talk about the Moors." "Come on in." "Without shoving." "Let's see --- does anyone know who the Moors are?" "Well, some, they look shabby because they don't wash." "A very scientific observation, Gabi." "Moors are Muslims who were born in Spain and who were forced to convert to Christianity." "and then they were expelled from the kingdom." "But if they were expelled, why did they come back?" "Well, because they want to take what's ours,... but the Spanish Empire is ours and we're not going to let them steal it." "They were born here, too, and they have the same right as all of us to live in this land... or do you think we're superior to them?" "I don't like these people, Dad," "I don't know --- they're not trustworthy." "I don't want to live with Moors." "Well, for not living with them, you use a lot of their things." "~ Like what?" "~ Well, for example, the calendar... the number zero, our way of counting,... the mills, paper,... and many advances in medicine and geometry." "But aside from all that, they're killers." "Alonso, there are bad people and people who makes mistakes of every race,... but that doesn't mean that each and every Moor is a murderer." "Gonzalo, some Moors have entered the monastery where my Murillo was keeping a vigil for Father José,... they're going to kill him!" "They're going to kill him!" "I didn't know you were in love, Lucrecia,... you've been very discrete." "Well, who's talking about love?" "This is nothing but business." "Still, the truth is, I think I might well fall for him." "What do you want, Lucrecia?" "I've got lots to do." "Well, nothing." "I'd prefer that you find out something from me,... but if you're too busy, you can find it out yourself." "What's up?" "The next time you come to the palace, there'll be another man there." "With permission, ma'am." "I'm getting married." "I'm getting married to the king's prime Minister,... and we've begun all the preparations for the ceremony." "Can you tell me why there is such a rush about this?" "Hernán, you've already made your plans with Irene,..." "I don't see how this could affect you." "I haven't said that it affects me." "Yes, it's clear that my life has long since ceased to be of any importance to you." "People change, Lucrecia." "If you ever find your old feelings returning,... you already know how it was when the Marqués was still alive,..." "I didn't have a problem." "I told you I wouldn't share you, not even with the king himself,... and I won't with the Prime Minister." "Fernando!" "I think you already know..." "Fernando de Orduño, my fiancé --- Hernán Mejías, a good friend." "Sir." "You must have been a very good friend of my fiancée when she received you in her bedroom." "Commissioner,... a group of moors has entered the monastery of San Esteban." "Let's go, move!" "Settle down!" "Silence!" "Where is he?" "~ I don't know." "~ Where is he?" "You know!" "Let him go!" "We only want to know where he is,... and that you give him back to us." "To bring back what?" "What are you looking for?" "Kill them all!" "Fire!" "A gift?" "From who?" "I don't know, your Majesty." ""I remind you that I only lack your support..." ""to bring me the life I deserve in the Vatican."" "Don Juan de Calatrava, Duke of Velasco y Fonseca." "Your Majesty." "Lately I've been seeing you around the palace a lot,... so what's the point of your visit this time?" "I came to render my respects..., and solicit your blessing to contract a marriage with my fiancée," "Margarita Hernando." "We would like, should it please you, to begin as soon as possible to live the life together which has fallen to us." "Before granting you permission,..." "I'd like to meet your fiancée." "To get to know her." "As you might know, we Asturians cannot allow... anyone of unknown antecedents into our family." "It will be as you suggest, your Majesty." "By my skull!" "What happened?" "Oh, I dropped a dish." "I drop things, Master, thanks to my short fingers." "It's known that the world wasn't designed for short fingers, Master." "Sátur, I think we'll have to free that Moor." "The Moor?" "The one who killed Father José." "Why?" "You want to set this guy free?" "He murdered a curate!" "No, I won't be any part of that, Master." "Sátur, there's something very strange going on here,... and this man is the only one who can tell us why the Moors have returned in force... we have to talk with him." "And you insist!" "I don't need to talk with any Moor!" "I know perfectly well why they've come." "They're up to no good." "No, Sátur, they're looking for something,... the Moors in the monastery seemed desperate --- we need to know why!" "Leave that Moor right where he is, for exactly where he is, is that's where he ought to be." "Are you listening to yourself?" "What?" "I'm right!" "No, and I don't recognize you, Sátur." "Don't you believe they deserve at least the benefit of the doubt?" "Neither of the doubt nor any other benefit." "He's a Moor." "Where are your people hiding?" "Answer me!" "Keep going." "We cannot allow the recurrence of events such as this morning's." "You have to extract a confession before he's stoned." "Your Eminence, I have tortured many a man in my life, and I know when one isn't going to talk." "This infidel won't betray his friends even if we strip the skin from his body." "Then pull it off as necessary." "We must preserve our stature before the eyes of the Vatican..." "I can't allow attacks on members of the clergy." "As some of you know,..." "Fernando de Orduño and I are going to contract a marriage very soon,... and this means that he'll become the lord of this manor." "I hope you'll serve him as he merits." "Sir, it will be a pleasure to serve you in any way we can." "The pleasure will be mine for having you in my service." "Let's go, dear, so I can show you the rest of the palace." "~ This way." "~ Ladies, gentlemen..." "Charmed." "Well, well, what a man: such deportment, such breeding!" "My daughter, my God, tall, handsome, educated,..." "I didn't think there were any more like him." "~ Margarita!" "~ Juan!" "Has the king spoken to you?" "Did he say yes?" "No." "All right, he didn't say either yes or no,... he said that he wants to meet you first." "But why does the king want to get to know me?" "I say this man has more important things to do, don't you think?" "Girl, by God, this marriage attracts new obstacles practically every day!" "We'll see, Juan:... it's normal that I have to go --- it's how nobles do things, right?" "Relax and everything will be just fine." "~ Sir." "~ Catalina, that's you, right?" "~ Yes, sir." "~ I want to ask you something." "Whatever you want, sir." "Does my future wife receive many visitors?" "Visitors?" "Well, some days yes, some days no." "She's well known for her dinner invitations, for her parties... my mistress is great." "Right." "I think you didn't understand me, Catalina,..." "I'm referring to visits to her bedroom." "Sir, with total respect,... my lady's bedroom affairs are kept in the bedroom." "That honors you, only don't let it escape your notice that from now on, her bedroom is also my bedroom." "~ Yes, sir." "~ Oh, yes, one other thing:..." "I want the keys to all the doors of the palace." "Sir, you should talk about that with my mistress, because I have orders..." "From now on I am the lord of this household and it is I you must obey." "Yes, sir." "The keys." "I like you." "You're one of those who learn quickly." "In the mouth, try to give it to him in the eyes!" "Alonso!" "Can I know what you're up to?" "Justice, we're dispensing justice." "Justice?" "We can't let the Moors get away with this." "Weren't you listening to anything I said at school?" "Well, of course we listened to you... but these aren't like you said, they're killing people... innocent people." "And you're going to square things by throwing stones?" "!" "We must defend ourselves, we can't keep doing nothing!" "It's one thing to be good, and another to let people kill your family." "Let's go." ""How alike is the sound of the rattlesnake,..." ""with the ring of gold coins falling,..." ""bring me the gold you promised me, and I'll give you the medallion." ""I expect to see you within two nights." ""in front of the church of San Felipe."" "You can't say we didn't give you a chance to talk." "I want him to stay in someone's sight, and to refrain from food and drink until after I've given the order for the stoning." "And you, keep looking for the Moors... they have to be someplace." "Yes, sir." "Let's move out." "March." "I recognized you when I first saw you, brother-in-law." "I'm not anyone and I don't know what you're talking about." "Come on!" "We all thought you were dead." "Keep your hands to yourself." "You know nothing about me." "Come on, let's go." "Don't come back." "Come in." "~ With your permission, ma'am?" "~ Yes." "Go ahead." "Drop it there, and next the other one." "What's going on, Catalina, what's all this?" "Your new clothing, ma'am." "My new clothes?" "Yes, the lord ordered us to retire our old costumes and use these new ones." "I'd forgotten they'd arrive today." "~ Come back later, I want to finish breakfast." "~ Very well." "Let's go." "Ma'am, with your permission." "Good morning, my dear." "Good morning." "You don't like my wardrobe, my sweet?" "I didn't think it was entirely appropriate." "You also didn't like the clothing that I ordered?" "These were made by the best tailor of the court." "I know that tailor, he's very popular among novice nuns and the devout." "Are you going to be the woman of the king's Prime Minister?" "You can't strut like a high flying prostitute." "There's a big difference between me and a prostitute." "There is?" "I'm going to take a bath." "Not yet." "I'm your fiancé and as your future husband..." "I have some rights." "If you move..." "Tell the man who was with you yesterday that we won't forget him, you understand?" "You won't forget him." "If you go on rubbing that way, we'll have to refinish the table." "Oh, you don't like the way I rub?" "Well, take it, take the cloth and do it yourself." "What crawled up your nose?" "Nothing, as far as I'm concerned." "Well, something's going on with me." "What worries me is that the king wants to meet me before granting permission for the marriage... that's what's happening with me, Gonzalo." "To meet me,... so, can you tell me, what can I talk about with the king?" "This gentleman and I have nothing in common." "What can I say to get a smile from him?" "What is this funny to you?" "~ No, no, no." "~ You're laughing!" "No, I'm not laughing, really, I just understand." "What you do, Margarita, you have to wait until he asks you something... and you be sincere..." "Again the same sing-along, about sincerity, and the "be yourself" stuff?" "Gonzalo, these aren't Juan's parents,... it is the king." "But the king...why not?" "Good, I'm going or I'll be late..." "Dad, where's Sátur?" "What's that?" "The Moor, the Moor has escaped!" "They're looking for Sátur and they want to kill him!" "He told me to tell him that they don't forget,... and he gave me this." "Fine, fine, quiet --- I'm on it!" "Agreed?" "Sátur, Sátur, they want to kill you!" "Me?" "I'm already dead." "Alonso, leave us alone." "Go back to your room." "You're drunk." "How clever you are!" "You don't miss a single fact." "What's the matter?" "I can't go out for some wine?" "Sure, since you're so pretty perfect..." "Sátur, you know if you have any sort of problem, you can trust in me." "Yeah, outside of working hours, I can do whatever I want, Master." "Sátur, what's going on with you?" "You're not yourself." "What do you know about me?" "You know nothing about me." "Right, very well, sleep for a while and then we'll talk." "Leave me in peace!" "Take care of your own affairs, you have plenty of them." "Good morning, ma'am." "I haven't had the time..." "I wish, if you permit me, to congratulate you on your marriage with the Prime Minister... he seems to be a man such as what God Himself would order." "Leave me alone, Catalina." "You don't want me to soap you, ma'am?" "Go away!" "Yes, ma'am." "With your permission." "How is she this morning!" "Not even that prime piece of meat her husband has thrown her softens her character." "Well, I've got to bring the dress to her." "Well, I don't envy you." "Go on, get out of here right now!" "Excuse me, Madam Marquesa." "With your permission, Madam Marquesa,... you shouldn't allow nobody to treat you that way,... no matter how much king's Minister he may be." "If you allow him to beat you even once... he's not going to quit, ever." "Believe me, I know what I'm talking about." "This man, my future husband,... just grabbed by force what was already his, and I could do nothing about it." "Get out, please!" "There must be something you can do about it." "What can I do?" "Confront the king?" "He has imposed this marriage." "You are the Marquesa de Santillana." "I'm only a woman,... and a woman is nothing." "Noble, commoner,... in this respect we're all equal, Margarita." "Who set the Moor free?" "They hit us in the head with stones,... we saw nothing." "All right, pull out his eyes, too --- it's clear they aren't of any use to him, either." "I said I was going to stone a Moor and that's exactly what I'm going to do." "Search under every stone if necessary, they must be somewhere." "Unhand me, let me go!" "Commissioner!" "Let him in!" "What are you doing here, Nuño?" "You have to help me, it's about the king's Minister." "Nuño, your mother is perfectly free to marry whoever she want,... you have to be strong and face this like a man." "No, it's not that --- this morning I saw my mother in the bath,... and her body was filled with bruises,... which he inflicted." "You've got to help me, please!" "We can't go back without them,..." "We only want to know where they are." "We've made a very long trip." "~ We only want to recover them." "~ You should know where they are." "Let him go!" "No, no!" "Don't harm them, Red Eagle,..." "It's my dad." "My Uncle." "And she... she's my mother." "Your mother?" "And what are they doing here?" "You were right, they've come for something,... they've come for their children." "When they were expelled as Moors, they left their children with the priests,... they promised to take care of them." "~ Father José." "~ And Father Ramón." "Yesterday they were looking for them,... at the monastery, but... well, you know what happened." "They robbed us of our little ones,... and they won't say where they are." "They just want to recover them and leave." "They don't want anything else." "Commissioner, the Marquesa isn't free to attend you just this moment,... stop, please." "Commissioner,... the new Master has ordered that no one may enter,... and it's better not to provoke him." "For God's sake, stop!" "The Master has ordered that no one may see the Marquesa this evening." "Tell the Master to come out and tell it to me face to face." "For God's sake, commissioner!" "For God's sake, commissioner..." "Go, go, by God!" "Enough." "Remove him from palace." "Is everything all right?" "Yes." "Then you're a Moor?" "No, not really, Master." "After spending six years in the orphanage, and I was tired of sleeping with my hands tied,... and enduring beatings, one day I said:..." "I'm getting out of here." "No sooner said than done." "I spent some time in the street, where no one looked after me, not even the dogs... until one day a woman appeared... and offered me a meal." "She was a Moor." "I still remember that woman's smile..." "Nobody had ever smiled to me that way in my whole life." "Your mother?" "Well, you could call her that?" "Yes." "She wasn't my mother but it surely felt like she was,... she took me to her house and then I became one of them." "But you had to live in hiding." "You don't know that anguish,... each day one of us would be arrested, and us never knowing who would be next,... it was something subhuman." "And if they fled to Africa, why did you stay?" "Well, when I turned 15, I enlisted in the army,... as a drummer, as you know." "The troops were under the minimum and they took whoever they could." "And one day, fighting in Flanders against the French,... a buddy of mine, a youth like me, was burned to death,... you should have seen that poor kid's face, unrecognizable!" "So I didn't hesitate, I put him in my uniform,... and put my dog tag on him,... and I even put him into the drum straps the drum with the drumsticks, you don't imagine how hard it was." "I still don't know whether it was the best decision of my life,... or just the most cowardly, Master." "But I knew that from that moment on... my life was starting anew,... and I wouldn't have to hide anymore." "You were 15,... you can't blame yourself for that." "I made my family believe that I was dead,... and is there anything harder for a mother... than to bury her child?" "I smashed that woman's smile forever, Master." "Master, you have to help me track down these kids,..." "I know that lately I don't stop asking you for favors, but... after what they did for me it's the least I can do to try to return their children." "At least you've returned one of them." "Commissioner,... are you all right?" "~ What happened to you?" "~ Gather your best men just before sunrise tomorrow!" "We are going to enter the palace of the Marquesa de Santillana." "Hi, Sátur." "What's up?" "How's it going?" "Well, as you see --- I'm just perfect." "Hey, Sátur,... if you ever need me... to help you on something." "Just say the word, right?" "Well, of course, Alonso, you'd be the first I'd ask." "Go on, head off to school, your father told me he expected to see you there." "Take this for the road." "Let's go, Alonso, I'll go with you." "How beautiful!" "Mother of God!" "Allow me to say you look like the Venus of..." "Well, whoever painted Venus..." "Thank you, Sátur." "I'm going to the royal palace so that the king can give his permission for the marriage." "~ The king?" "~ Yes." "Then no permission means no wedding... you won't be able to get married?" "With luck, we hope that he goes along with it." "C'mon, let's head for school or we'll be late." "Good luck." "Mom!" "Mom, what are you doing here?" "!" "Don't you know you can't just walk down the street?" "Do think that just wearing this disguise on your head will keep people from noticing you're a Moor!" "I was only going to bid you farewell, Abdul,... we're leaving." "You're leaving?" "And what about the children?" "We don't know where to look for them anymore,..." "I'm sure they're dead." "Forgive me, Mom,... forgive me for everything I've done to you." "Abdul, Abdul, you can't imagine how happy it made me to see you again... and to know that at least you're alive." "It's only because of this that I know everything else was worthwhile." "My little Abdul!" "You must have lots to atone for to be whipping yourself with such force." "Who are you, what do you want from me?" "You know perfectly well why I came,... tell me where the Moor's children are." "We were just following orders." "Father, don't try to clean your conscience by confessing to me,... and tell me where they are." "I didn't want to, I didn't, but we had no choice... the orders came from the Inquisition." "Tell me where these children were to end up,... or I assure you that I'll finish you off right here and now." "Commissioner!" "Nuño." "Lucrecia, how are you?" "Nuño told me..." "I won't let anyone hurt you..." "I'm fine, Hernán, just leave." "~ But Mom..." "~ I said I'm fine." "I don't need anything." "Man, commissioner, long time no see." "I was just telling the commissioner that we're about to leave to go hunting." "And if he comes with us, Mom?" "I'm sorry, but the hunt is reserved for nobles." "Have a good hunt." "A pleasure as always, sir." "You know you're always welcome at the palace." "Lucrecia." "Let's go." "Murillo is very sad after what happened in the monastery,... we have to do something to cheer him up." "We should stone a real Moor,... that would perk him up." "I don't know, Gabi." "Don't tell him he's a Moor, right?" "Check out that rock!" "Look at the rock that Gabi found." "Take it, it's yours." "Teacher, look." "It's got a carving on it." "Where was it?" "Well, here, with the rest of these rocks." "What are you doing?" "Nothing, Juan, I just feel a suffocating heat." "Oh." "Relax!" "You're precious, precious!" "Relax." "Don Juan de Calatrava,..." "Duke of Velasco y Fonseca,... and Margarita Hernando." "Your Majesty." "Approach." "What do you think?" "By the Holy Virgin, it looks real!" "~ I think it's enough for today." "~ Thank you, sir." "Come, Margarita,... let's look at you." "I see you have very good taste, my Duke de Velasco." "Now that I know you, I am sure... that my family will be improved by your beauty." "I will grant you your permission." "Thank you, your Majesty." "Thank you." "Before leaving,..." "You are aware of our problems with Portugal." "I'm familiar with your military background,... and I need trustworthy men at the front." "But, your Majesty, I... it's been years since I lay down my arms to fight to save lives." "You'll go to war,... and when you come back, you'll be able to get married." "As you command, your Majesty." "You are going to be an excellent wife, Lucrecia." "Sir." "Are you well, Mother?" "Yes, I'm fine." "Fire." "The carving on the stone is of a fire." "Do you know what this means?" "It's an Arabic symbol to ask for help." "Where did you come across this stone, Master?" "From the quarry next to the monastery." "What's she doing there?" "She came to say goodbye,... because they were thinking of leaving." "No, it's very risky... it's better to hide in my room until we get back." "Sorry." "This better not ever happen again." "Don't worry, Murillo, you'll see that my dad has saved the stone is his room.." "She's a Moor." "I'm not going to hurt you." "Mom, Mom!" "~ Don't move!" "~ Watchmen!" "Watchmen, a Moor, watchmen!" "Don't move." "Sons of whores!" "They spent all these years laboring like animals." "Let's go, I told you to get up!" "You're free, beat it!" "Keep still!" "Master!" "Let's go, you're free!" "Let's go, out of here!" "Look at them, the poor kids,... they've been tied up so much that they don't remember how to run." "Sátur, let's check on your mother... and I'll take them to their parents." "~ Later I'll clean up the costume." "~ Let's go, run!" "What are you going to do?" "You were about to shoot me, whore?" "You were about to shoot me?" "Sátur!" "Alonso, are you here?" "Hey, go get some water, run." "No, no, Sátur, you don't have to worry about them anymore." "They're not going to hurt you again." "Whose are "they"?" "Those Moors." "They wanted to kill you." "~ Gabi and I..." "~ What about you two?" "What have you done?" "We found a Moor in my dad's room." "We summoned the watchmen." "We thought they were going to kill you." "Kill me --- why?" "It's my mother, Alonso." "She's here, she's here!" "Look at the face of this Moor!" "Killer!" "Watchmen, fall back." "Kill her!" "This woman is innocent!" "Thank God!" "My son and I will be long in overcoming this loss." "Without doubt you're unlucky with your husbands, Marquesa." "Go have a rest,... you must be exhausted." "Thank you, your Majesty." "Your Majesty, do you regret the loss of your Prime Minister?" "Not too much --- he had a dubious relationship with the king of France." "Did you kill him?" "No, I only wanted to exert some control,... his death was a fortunate accident." "Goodbye, son." "Good evening." "Good evening." "Are you all right?" "What's up, why are you crying?" "The king... has ordered Juan to join the war, Gonzalo." "Nuño!" "What's going on?" "I want to spend the night with Juan." "What happened to my son, Hernán?" "Order them to release my brother at once, commissioner!" "I can't move my legs." "He could end up a cripple." "It has a secret combination." "Hernán!" "If I can't walk, I can't live." "Leave my house this instant,... and never come back." "Take them to the store,... until you reach your time." "What time, what are you saying about the time?" "Whose time?"