"It is a pleasure that you once again require my services, your Majesty." "I can't give you any bread man, it's to sell in town." "There things will be better." "You're going to meet Sátur, he's a friend of mine." "Leopoldo I is sending his ambassador, the Count von Olsen." "It would be my pleasure for you to marry him." "You're asking me to move to Vienna?" "Hey, hey, hey!" "You'll get married." "It'll just take a little longer." "The Count travels with a cargo of gold to offer the king." "~ Where's the gold?" "~ A safe place." "Perico?" "Perico!" "God was seeking my ruination!" "The gold's already in the palace, your Eminence." "Without the Holy Grail in my hands, the way to Rome is complicated." "We're going to rob the king." "Sátur?" "He's not here." "He won't be back until tomorrow." "Do you want to get to know Vienna?" "I'd love to check out a European court, Mother." "I'd like to offer my services as a baker." "I'm sorry." "The royal coffers are in an underground labyrinth." "Get a hold of those plans no matter what." "Forgive me, but if your boots are to be buried, I'd rather keep them." "He's dead, right?" "The Cossack has come back!" "It can't be." "How is it possible to come back from death?" "I announce at this moment my future marriage to the Count von Olsen." "The marriage will be held in Vienna and I want you to be who will serve me there." "We haven't found the plans, Commissioner." "They stole the dead guy's boots." "Everybody barefoot." "Commissioner, these are the only boots I have." "Cipri!" "They're not marked." "~ I don't want to go, Cipri." "~ I'm sure there's something we can do." "Let's go, you have to hide them." "What's that?" "They're looking for this." "I'm not going to marry Eugenia." "I love you." "Juan." "The Cossack is back!" ""Son, if you're reading this letter, then I have died." ""The hero you admired was your cowardly father." ""I was the Red Eagle."" "The Count von Olsen will be my future husband." "I'm moving to Vienna for good." "I won't let you take Nuño." "What are you saying?" "Nuño will not go with you." "~ What's going on?" "~ Step aside." "What's happening, what are you doing?" "I'll give you some of the gold." "And a blank paper signed by you, in your own handwriting." "No one comes back from death." "Nobody." "You killed my brother." "Someone in your family has to die." "Sign the confession at once." "Blind people can sign, too." "You will be executed at dawn." "Take him away." "Don't cry." "My best friend's moving to another part of the world, Juan has cheated on me, and Gonzalo has another woman." "I can't take it anymore." "I just can't." ""I, Cardinal Mendoza, swear by my honor and attest..." ""that Don Nuño Julián Federico de Santillana y Guzmán..." ""is the natural son of the Commissioner of the town,..." ""Don Hernán Mejías."" "The coachman is ready." "He'll take you to a monastery." "It'll just be a for a few days." "It would be so much easier if for once you just told me what's going on." "~ I've sold the inn." "~ What?" "With the money I got I'll go to Vienna and I look for you everywhere." "Alonso, is that you?" "That's no way to treat family, your Eminence." "You won't be taking my son." "They're executing him tomorrow." "Father, I didn't kill anybody, you tell them so." "Guards!" "Let's go!" "Wait!" "Don't you need a helper?" "How have I gotten undressed?" "How about if I give you the day off?" "Starting now, so you'll get better." "How did I end up here?" "Help!" "Help!" "No, stop!" "Stop!" "Take it easy!" "Thanks very much, but I can take care of myself." "Don't you know this place is very dangerous for a woman on her own?" "I come by here every day and nothing has never happened." "Are you going to give me a feather?" "They say it's what you always do." "How dare you come in my room like that?" "Pardon the intrusion, your Majesty, but the thing that brings us is of utmost importance." "You can go back to the convent." "Lord, they've stolen the royal treasure cache." "When did it happen?" "Why wasn't I informed earlier?" "We came as soon as the guard noticed, your Majesty." "They're standing by for your orders." "The whole kingdom is sustained by this gold." "How will we meet our expenses until the next arrival of a fleet from the West Indies?" "It's a débâcle beyond doubt, Sir,... just when you're going to marry off your daughter Margarita." "I guess this explains the murder of your architect, your Majesty." "Do you know anything about it?" "A baker has confessed to stealing the plans..." "Don't make me laugh, Mendoza!" "This isn't the work of some vulgar baker." "This was well orchestrated." "I want you to summon my council for an urgent meeting about the matter." "As you direct, your Majesty." "And we'll meet outside the palace." "In these times it is difficult to distinguish between loyal counselors and traitors." "Being king means to distrust loyal counselors as much as traitors." "Sir, by your leave." "~ Hello." "~ Hi." "~ Can I help you?" "~ No, this is already done." "Sit down." "Listen, Mariana:..." "I suppose it wouldn't be easy for a woman like you live enclosed among four walls... but you know you can't leave the house, right?" "Of course." "Why are you telling me this?" "To make sure you know that no one can see you --- if they do, you're dead." "Sure, Gonzalo, relax, trust me." "What's up?" "Nothing, I've lost something, but nothing important." "You want me to wake the kid up?" "No." "I'm going already." "By the way, is Margarita still asleep?" "No, she's gone." "I think she had a bad night because she spent more time in the kitchen than in bed." "Hi, Sátur." "Master, I brought the shopping." "Well then, sit down." "Let's have breakfast." "Alonso, breakfast." "Well, how was your first day off?" "Fine, fine, very good." "Sátur!" "You're back!" "Can I give them to him now, Father?" "Sure, go ahead." "Take it." "You like them?" "Yes, yes, a lot, sure I like them." "Man, try them on." "They're a bit small for you, aren't they?" "Yeah, I don't know, my feet are a bit swollen." "How did your feet swell up, Sátur?" "But they're crafted to fit feet two sizes larger, at least." "I don't get it, the shoemaker had a template tailored to your feet." "Well, yours and everyone else's template." "But feet don't grow, do they?" "Not on grownups, no." "He must have used the wrong template." "Right." "I'll go talk with the cobbler, to see what happened." "No, no, I'll go." "No, Sátur, I'll go, it's on my way." "And I'll take them." "Sátur, give them to me." "Go on, eat breakfast." "Go on." "I don't understand how the pistol fired itself, Commissioner." "Accidents happen, Doctor, even to me." "You've been very lucky." "If the bullet had lodged just bit lower, I wouldn't have been able to save you." "Now you need to rest." "Spare me your advice." "I called you to sew up the wound." "Now, if I may, I have a lot of work." "I'll escort you out, Doctor." "~ Juan." "~ Hello, Lucrecia." "Have you come to kill me again?" "If I'd wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have failed." "Lucrecia, go ahead to Vienna but leave Nuño behind with me." "Don't be silly, Hernán." "Lucrecia, we all know the type of life you'll lead in Vienna." "Who'll take care of him as you traipse from party to party?" "Who will he be able to go when he has a problem?" "Nuño is the most important thing in my life." "You know I can't go anywhere without him." "It's over, Lucrecia." "Now I'm going to talk to him and he'll know once and for all who he is." "I'm afraid that won't be possible, Hernán." "What have you done?" "Where's my son?" "Don't worry, you'll never find him." "Lucrecia, over all these years you've done whatever you wanted with Nuño." "You've made all his decisions for him." "That didn't bother me so long as you let me be a father figure for him,... but I won't let you take him to Vienna." "You can't stop it." "Tomorrow as soon as you leave with him, I'll make the letter public." "Ma'am...what a silly accident, right?" "Fortunately it was only a scare." "Clean up and leave, Catalina." "Excuse me, Madam Marquesa, will you allow me a moment?" "Not now, Margarita." "Ma'am, I just wanted to say that I've decided to go with you to Vienna tomorrow." "God!" "My God, why have they done this to me?" "But I'm just a nobody!" "Who are you?" "I think that's clear." "I'm you." "The blow has scrambled my brain." "Or even worse, killed me." "That's it." "I have been killed and you are a soul that has come to torture me." "I'm real, just like you." "I don't understand." "Who are you?" "I'm...your brother." "My brother?" "I don't have a brother." "No?" "That's what our bitch of a mother made you believe." "But I don't..." "She sold me out for a few coins to a butcher, and she made a sound choice of the buyer, no doubt." "~ Come here, here, you're useless!" "~ Let me go, please." "You're not worth what I paid for you." "Don't beat me!" "I spent my whole childhood here,... chained to that wall." "Is that my fault?" "Lashes were the least harsh punishment." "That bastard's imagination knew no bounds when it came to inflicting pain." "Why are you doing this to me?" "Our mother is dead, so someone has to pay for the shit of a life I've had." "Let me go, please, I'll help you out." "You've helped me find a family." "I spent a few weeks observing you,... and you live well, very well." "What are you going to do?" "You're going to live my life --- and I'm going to live yours." "What's going on?" "Why are we stopping?" "There's a woman in the middle of the road, your Majesty." "I, Felipe de Austria, king of Spain, take you, Laura de Montignac, as my lawful spouse." "I promise to be true in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health,... and love and cherish you from this day forward, until death do us part." "Move her." "We have no time to waste on a beggar." "Sir, the coachman's arrived." "Sit down." "Did something happen?" "No, nothing." "I just wanted to ask you a small question." "Sure, whatever you want." "I've been given to understand that yesterday you performed a special service for the Marquesa." "No, Sir." "Are you sure?" "Let me insist, lest your memory play tricks." "You took Nuño from the palace." "Where to?" "With all due respect, Commissioner, I work for the Marquesa de Santillana." "If you want to know more you should speak with the lady." "I like you." "It's rare to find someone as loyal as you from among the servants." "Shall we go?" "Where do you want to go, Sir?" "Don't be so eager, coachman, you'll learn soon enough." "Your thing was always books." "Well, not that much, believe me, sometimes I drop them." "Can you help me?" "Today it's up to me to work the haystack." "Sátur just arrived and he's already gone again." "Seeing you like this, I have to remember when we were kids and you used to work at my father's barn." "I used to screw up everything." "I don't know why he didn't kick me out at once." "Yes, he wanted to throw you out, but I convinced him to not, because I knew you were in sore need of that money." "Well, in return I taught you to read." "Actually, I already knew how." "You already..." "But..." "Gonzalo, I wanted to talk about something." "Sure, tell me." "Help, help!" "Doctor, they attacked the shoemaker." "Help!" "What happened?" "Did anyone see anything?" "~ I found him like this." "~ He's dead, eh?" "What happened to him?" "You have to plug the wound." "Bring rags, bring something." "Do you know him?" "Margarita, press here." "Someone was heartless." "They emptied his cash box and took all his templates." "But who would steal templates?" "What's going on?" "Juan, he's been stabbed." "They exposed his heart." "This man just died." "If the Marquesa doesn't take this one to Vienna, I could keep it, right?" "You?" "Why would you want that?" "Come on, bring it here, this, first you'll have to grow something to fill it." "I wish I could go." "They say they're are tall and blond, and wash more than once a month." "Sure, that's why they have discolored skin and look sickly." "They say they haven't a single hair on their bodies." "It's surely out of so much body brushing." "Catalina?" "Cipri, what are you doing here?" "Well..." "I brought the sausage-filled bread you asked for." "For the trip." "Ah...!" "Marta, go to the Commissioner's suite where I saw some very dirty silver." "Clean it, do me a favor." "Well, thanks, Cipri, you needn't have bothered." "Hey, are you crazy, boy?" "How did you dare think of coming here, to the Marquesa's bedroom?" "Catalina, I'm going to Vienna." "Cipri, we talked about it and we said no." "You don't understand:" "I'm going no matter what." "Tomorrow, as soon as they give me the horse, I'll hit the road." "You're going to hit the road?" "But you talk as if you were going to Villanueva del Pardillo." "This Vienna is more than..." "About 555 leagues, or two months on horseback." "Don't give me that stuff about how I'll be attacked on the road, or that it's a hard trip." "I know all that and I'm going anyway." "Look, I bought a map to travel straight there." "But Cipri, you don't even know how to read!" "You could just as easily end up in Venice." "You won't even be able to read road signs." "Well, I'll ask directions." "Directions?" "What language will you ask in?" "Do you speak Viennese?" "Tell me you don't want me to go." "Tell me." "Then shut up and kiss me." "What about the Council, Philip?" "Any news?" "Nothing." "But you have to take action." "We have to deliver our daughter's dowry before the Count von Olsen leaves town tomorrow." "Would you believe I don't know?" "Now we have to shake down the nobility to recoup that fortune." "The Marquesa de Santillana wishes to see you, your Majesty." "She says it's very important." "Let her in." "Your Majesties." "Congratulations on your upcoming marriage, Marquesa." "Your Majesty, I wouldn't bother you if the matter was not of paramount importance to me." "Lucrecia, if you've come to me for help today is the worst day possible." "I'm the one who needs favors." "Serving your Majesty will be a huge pleasure." "How can I help?" "They looted the royal coffers." "As you know, I'm to pay my daughter's dowry tomorrow." "If I don't, I'll raise the suspicions of my enemies, and that's not good for the empire." "That's terrible news, your Majesty, but I don't know how I can help you." "I know you have a vast inheritance, Lucrecia." "No doubt the Crown will reward your generosity and your discretion." "It would be a pleasure, your Majesty." "And now, and now if you'll permit me, your Majesty, I also have something to ask you." "I beg you to cancel my marriage to the Count von Olsen." "Cancel a marriage I already agreed to?" "I wouldn't ask if it weren't vital." "A king never withdraws an offer, Lucrecia, you ought to know that." "With all my respects, your Majesty, for me to marry the Count would involve sacrificing what I value most, your Majesty." "You will marry the count, and care for the welfare of my daughter Margarita." "Have I been sufficiently clear?" "Of course, your Majesty." "No, no, no..." "Easy, Saturno." "Calm down." "They'll soon discover that he's not me." "They'll come get you out of here." "Relax." "Your Master is a smart guy, your Master is...the Red Eagle!" "He'll figure it out!" "You already told Gonzalo?" "What did he say?" "No, the moment isn't right yet." "You didn't find the moment?" "Well, you'd better find it, we're leaving tomorrow." "Right." "Go ahead and try out the sausage, you'll never see its like in Vienna." "Yeah, we're really going to miss that, all right." "Man!" "Vienna?" "Sounds like they eat poorly there, Vienna!" "My mother already told me that no one eats like Spaniards anywhere else." "What's your problem, Marta?" "They've killed the coachman and torn out his eyes." "By the Sainted Virgin!" "My daughter, come on, sit down." "But how did this happen?" "I don't know." "They found him alone on his carriage, and..." "Give her some water!" "Daughter, what a fright you gave me!" "What are you doing here?" "Why aren't you upstairs?" "Ma'am, have you heard what happened to the coachman?" "I'm not interested the gossip of servants." "Come on, there's still a lot of clothes to put away." "By your leave, Ma'am." "What are you doing?" "Didn't you hear me?" "I have to clean the Commissioner's boots now." "I don't pay you to work for the Commissioner." "Go up to pack the clothes immediately." "Hop to it." "Let's go, Marta." "By your leave." "Marquesa, tonight they've looted the royal coffers." "We're shut." "Coming." "It's closed." "We've come a long way and have nowhere to sleep." "I'm sorry, we're closed." "~ Give us all the money you have." "~ I have nothing." "Come on, landlord, we know you sold the inn." "Where's the money?" "~ I..." "~ Don't lie to me." "~ No, no, please!" "~ What's this, eh?" "~ No, please!" "~ Let's go." "No, no, please!" "Margarita?" "~ Morning." "~ Morning, Gonzalo." "Last night when I got home I went to talk to you, but you were already asleep." "~ Yeah, I wanted to tell you..." "~ What about Claudia?" "Claudia went out this morning at dawn." "Like she does every day." "I guess you'd know better than me, right?" "Yes." "I have to go out for a moment." "We'll talk later." "Yeah, later." "You, wait." "Aren't you a poacher?" "I'm just out for a ride." "Why are you dressed like a man?" "I have to go." "Not so fast, there's only one way to prove you're not a man." "Since I saw her first, I should have the prize." "This is big game, eh?" "Thanks...again." "They've hurt you." "I told you this is a dangerous place for a woman on her own." "I had to get it back." "That's all I have left of my husband." "Will you help me with it?" ""Your Majesty, the Commissioner is the one responsible for stealing your gold." ""Here's the evidence to prove it."" "Ma'am?" "How's my son?" "You told him we'd pick him up this afternoon?" "~ Well, I went to the monastery just like you told me, but..." "~ But what?" "He wasn't there." "How could he not be there?" "They told me the Commissioner went to visit Nuño and that the young master went off with him." "How did the Commissioner know Nuño was in the monastery?" "Were you talking with him?" "Me?" "No, Ma'am." "Wait." "Send this by messenger to the royal palace." "To the royal palace, yes, Ma'am." "Quickly." "This is to let him know where we are." "If my father comes back, would you give it to him?" "Huh?" "Yeah, sure, sure, I'm not going anywhere." "I'm leaving this afternoon." "It's our last day together." "It's good you're leaving." "You know why?" "Because in Vienna you can be a famous painter, here it's just too difficult." "There I won't have any friends, no one'll speak my language." "You know a language they're sure to know?" "What?" "Son of a bitch, I'll smash your face!" "Sátur, I'm sorry!" "Go on, out of here." "Sátur, I brought more water to clean you up." "Leave it there." "What happened to you?" "What?" "The scars on your back, where did they come from?" "Maybe I fell down." "You never had these scars, Sátur." "You must have just noticed them." "Get going, I'm going to wash up now." "No, Sátur, before you didn't have these." "Don't jerk me around." "Ever since you're back from your day off you're more..." "less you." "It doesn't look like you, Sátur!" "You don't look like yourself!" "Sátur, I need you to help me." "It's important." "Right now." "What's this?" "We'll talk later." "Let's go, Sátur!" "What's so urgent, Master?" "Why am I up here?" "Sátur, I need your help to sew the wound.." "But how did this happen?" "In school?" "No, Sátur, not in school, in the woods." "I went to find Mariana and some bailiffs were attacking her." "Come on, bring the needle and thread." "Yeah." "Sátur, what's the problem?" "They're where they always are, in the box." "Right, right, in the box." "Then clean the katana, it's covered in blood." "What's up with you?" "Are you all right?" "Nothing, we'll have to disinfect that wound before sewing it up." "Wait here, Master." "I'll go get some alcohol." "Don't dawdle." "No, I won't." "What are we doing here?" "My mother spirited me out of the palace because she said I was in danger, and then you come to bring to your place." "What's going on?" "Your mother is going to marry a very important person,... that means having many enemies." "All possible security measures could be too few." "Enemies?" "It's my mother we should be protecting, not me." "Commissioner, open the door, I shall be at her side." "Calm down, Nuño." "I want my Mom." "Nuño, your mother is fine, she's not in any danger." "If you could choose to stay or leave freely, what would you do?" "I don't understand, Commissioner." "My mother's leaving and I have to go with her." "I have no choice." "You have indeed." "I can arrange for you to stay." "With you?" "Answer me: what would you do?" "Go with her." "She needs me more than you do." "Saturno, you have to save your Master and your whole family!" "Why didn't God give me as much strength as He gave to the Red Eagle?" "You have to get out of here!" "Fuck my fucking life!" "But how can I go out the window if I'm chained to the wall?" "My God!" "No, my God!" "Look, how elegant!" "And what a coat of arms!" "What I would give to sit in there." "Marta, hands off!" "The Count von Olsen might see you, he's up there with the Marquesa." "And you, bend your backs!" "There's still the Marquesa's carriage and the cargo wagons, and we have to load them." "Hop to it!" "Marta, you're going in the wagon with my Murillo." "Keep an eye on him." "Take good care of him.." "Cipri!" "Cipri!" "I had an idea: you keep right behind us, but unseen, and you'll keep from getting lost." "I'll get you a slice of cheese for the road." "But man, I'm also very excited, but don't cry, don't cry, cheer up." "What's happening, Cipri?" "I'm not going." "What?" "Why?" "What happened?" "I'm a bastard, that's what happened!" "Cipri, what happened?" "I let thieves take away all my money from selling the inn,... the only way I could give us a future." "It was my fault, for announcing that I'd sold it." "If I had faced up to them, maybe..." "Don't be silly, if you's stood up to them they'd have killed you." "That's what I should have done, fight to the death!" "What am I going to do here now?" "I've got nothing, no inn, no money... not even you." "It's not fair." "This time we had things worked out." "This was to be our big time." "When are you leaving?" "In a while." "I'll never see you again, right?" "Then I'd better go now, I don't want to see you leave." "Goodbye, Cipri!" "Sorry!" "Sorry!" "I hope when you arrive in Vienna, you'll put a smile on your face." "Don't worry." "I dislike this engagement as much as you do, but I keep love and politics apart." "If I may, I'll go to the palace to collect Princess Margarita's dowry." "I'd appreciate if you could ready my carriage here, I'll be back more quickly on a horse." "I wouldn't want to delay your departure." "Commissioner, you know my fiancée." "~ A pleasure, Commissioner." "~ Sir." "My dear." "Where's Nuño?" "~ Relax, he's in a safe place." "~ Where?" "Where you left him, in the monastery." "Go to Hell, Hernán!" "No way to avoid that." ""I, Francisco de Mendoza y Balboa, Cardinal Mendoza,..." ""swear by my honor and attest" ""that Don Nuño Federico de Santillana y Guzmán, Marqués de Santillana,..." ""is the natural son of the town's Commissioner, Don Hernán Mejías."" "Why?" "Let's say we have a son who is beyond both of us in wisdom, and he made me see that I was wrong." "Don't wax all sentimental, Lucrecia." "I've condemned you, Hernán." "I found a string from the bags of gold in your boots." "What?" "I've denounced you to the king." "What did you say?" "You have to get out of town right smartly." "Go." "Go on, Hernán." "Aunt Margarita!" "Have you seen father?" "I've been looking for him." "No, I haven't seen him." "And you, what are you doing here?" "Are you are looking for him, too?" "No, I was looking for you." "For me?" "Why?" "I don't know." "You're getting so mature!" "Aunt, give me a break!" "Your mother would be so proud of you." "Margarita!" "What are you doing here?" "Nothing, I was on my way to the palace." "Wait, I'll walk along with you and we can talk on the road." "No, I'm in a rush, the Marquesa is waiting for me." "Well...we'll talk later." "Bye." "Father, do you think Sátur's all right?" "Why?" "Did something happen?" "No, no, no...maybe it's silly, but he's acting weird since he got back from his day off." "Maybe he's tired." "Remember that Sátur works a lot." "No..." "I know that, but this..." "Let's hear it: what happened?" "Well, I've seen a very strange thing, because since when has Sátur had wounds on his back?" "You saw wounds on his back?" "No, well, yes, but they seemed really old wounds, scars, and Sátur didn't have them before." "As if it's not him at all." "They don't fit, right?" "I don't understand, because if the shoemaker had a template tailored to his feet..." "They emptied his cash box and stole the templates." "What happened to you?" "Are you all right?" "It's really creepy, Father." "Don't worry, I'll look for him." "Finish the housekeeping, move." "~ Your Majesty." "~ You can go, I'll take care of it." "Sir, I had a visit from some of your men at my home." "They did an in-depth search." "I ordered them to." "Do you suspect me?" "I told you in these time it's difficult to distinguish the faithful from the traitors." "Are you satisfied now?" "I won't be satisfied until I get the gold back." "Your Majesty, a messenger from the Marquesa de Santillana brought this letter for you." "He says it's urgent." "Leave it there." "I'm sure she wants the engagement annulled." "Read it to me, please." ""Your Majesty, the Commissioner is responsible for stealing the gold." "Here's the evidence to prove it."" "I see you know her very well." ""Your Majesty, once again I turn to you in the spirit..."" "I don't have time for this." "The Count von Olsen is waiting for me to hand over my daughter's dowry,... and I still haven't raised the money." "It's a while since I had a customer your age." "No, I just want to talk with you." "You all say the same thing!" "Come on, don't be shy!" "No, no, it's true, I just want to ask you a few questions." "You ran the brothel on Postas Street, right?" "Are you going to pay me or not?" "Yes, of course." "Yes, I ran it, but that was quite a while ago." "I'm looking for information about a woman who worked for you, Bernarda García." "I used up many women in my brothel." "They called her "La Bernarda"." "I believe she died from tuberculosis." "She wasn't pretty, but she knew her trade." "A pity she died so young." "She never really recovered from that childbirth." "She had a difficult birth." "No birth is easy, but it's tougher when twins are involved." "Twins..." "Alike as two peas in a pod." "I forced her to get rid of them myself." "It's pretty hard to be a whore and a mother at the same time." "I want my money." "There are two brats here." "I only want one." "Take both, please, you don't have to give me any extra money!" "I know you can give them a better life, but I can't." "Please!" "I can't even give them what they need." "I'm sorry, I told you I only want one." "She was lucky the butcher even took one." "The other one, the poor kid, he was left in an orphanage." "And the butcher who took the baby, do you know where he lived?" "Saturno, you're a coward!" "Look at the number of times the Master has risked his life for you!" "It's possible to live with just one hand." "I like your family." "Are you all right?" "It must be hard to leave them." "What have you done with them?" "Me?" "Nothing." "I discovered the little secret of your Master, the Red Eagle." "You had it well kept." "You are a faithful dog." "Yes, you're right, our mother was a whore, who destroyed my life." "But fate rewarded me in the end." "The money they'll pay me for handing over your Master, well...now it's mine... it'll let me live the life I deserve." "It's a shame I have to kill you." "You would have been a good servant for me." "Don't look at me like that." "Don't look at me like that." "It's you or me." "I don't need to have you alive." "Son of a bitch!" "Is that how you receive guests now, Commissioner?" "The Marquesa is onto us." "No, she didn't get onto us, just onto you." "You'd better help me, your Eminence, because I assure you that if they catch me, you'll go down with me." "Can you imagine what would have happened if I hadn't been with His Majesty when he received this letter of hers?" "I don't know how the Marquesa stumbled onto this, but we can't leave this to chance." "Kill her." "If you dare to touch her, I'll kill you, your Eminence." "Then make sure she can keep her mouth shut." "Otherwise, you can remind her she has a child." "I would be glad to officiate at his funeral." "Master!" "~ Master, help!" "~ Master!" "Help, it's him!" "It's me, Master!" "Help, it's me!" "Master!" "Kill him, kill him, shoot, Master, shoot!" "Master!" "Ma'am?" "It's normal to be sad over leaving, Ma'am." "It's hard to leave the places where one has been so happy." "Think --- at least you'll have a husband there." "Leave me alone, please." "Yes, Ma'am." "By your leave." "You're not crying over me?" "What are you doing here?" "You should be about to be beheaded." "Let's say a helping hand intercepted the letter before it reached the king." "In this life there is nothing like good friends." "Sure." "In less than two hours we'll leave each other forever." "You should know when to quit a party, Lucrecia." "I don't know what to say." "Then don't say anything." "Goodbye, Lucrecia." "All right, all right." "One of the nurses of the prince will leave the royal palace next spring." "their Majesties have been looking for a replacement ever since." "How great it is to be back home, Master!" "I saw myself already rotting in that hole and feeding myself on rats." "But, shit, you couldn't tell the difference." "Think it through: how could we have imagined you had a brother?" "And a twin on top of that." "He hated me so much, Master!" "He hated me so much because he thought I was the luckier of the two of us." "Me, fortunate?" "The thing is not so simple, really!" "At least you knew your mother." "He died without knowing how it feels when someone loves you." "You're right, the guy who adopted him didn't even give him a name." "Well the hell of it is, no matter how much you think your life sucks, there's always someone else worse off." "Let's go." "One question...how did you know which I was?" "You'd never have asked me to kill your brother, right?" "I'm thinking I'll have to make me one of those trees with my family." "A map of them, with my family,..." "Because, I don't know, after all this, whether your life is more twisted than mine is." "Assuming, that is, that another relative hasn't shown up while I was away?" "No one else, Sátur." "Everything's just like when you left." "No news about my mother, no news of the Holy Grail..." "I don't even know where to look." "Alonso!" "Hi, Sátur." "Alonso!" "What are you doing?" "Is it really you?" "Of course it's me, Alonso!" "But...what...what happened to you?" "It's a long story, I'll tell you after dinner." "~ Are you all right?" "~ Yeah, I'm fine!" "Yeah, I'm fine!" "And this letter?" "From Margarita." ""Gonzalo, when you read this letter I'll be far away." ""I'm going to Vienna with the Marquesa." ""I know I should have told you before but I didn't know how to do it." ""I'm sorry for the damage it'll do, especially to Alonso,..." ""but I know you'll find a way to explain to him it's the best for everybody." ""I love you all." "Margarita."" "Are you all right, Master?" "She left for Vienna." "~ What?" "~ To Vienna?" "To Vienna?" "Master, do you realize who this family is made of?" "Alonso, get the horse ready so your father can hunt down your aunt." "Come on, move!" "It's her decision." "Master, that's not open for discussion." "Margarita left because she thought you had a girlfriend." "Someone'll have to let her know she's wrong, I mean!" "Just because you helped the buccaneer, does this mean you should lose Margarita?" "Master, find your sister-in-law and tell her your feelings at once!" "Stay with Alonso." "Great!" "This will be like in romance novels, when the protagonist appears at the last minute." "Yours is not just for a novel, it deserves a HUGE novel!" "How about in the palace?" "Are you all ready now?" "The delivery of the dowry is being dragged on far more than necessary." "I'm afraid I won't leave until the day after tomorrow." "~ Ma'am." "~ Yes?" "We have a problem with your carriage." "What happened, Catalina?" "We probably overloaded it, and one of the axles broke." "They're taking the town to fix it right now." "When will it be ready?" "They didn't tell me, Ma'am." "I don't see a problem, you can use my carriage." "I'll use yours when it's repaired." "Thanks, dear." "You heard: we'll travel in the Count von Olsen's carriage." "What face did the kid put on when you told him you were going?" "I haven't told him." "I couldn't." "What do you say to someone when you reckon you won't see each other again in this life?" "I don't know." "Let's go, and quit whining, Margarita." "By now you should be used to your men leaving you." "Coachman!" "Let's go!" "~ Whoa!" "~ What's happening now?" "Margarita, don't go." "I'm going, Gonzalo." "There's nothing to keep me here." "I'm tired of the past...and the present." "I can't take it anymore." "I'm going." "Get going, coachman. --- Gonzalo." "When you fulfill your mission you will receive the other half." "You'll easily recognize the Count von Olsen's carriage,... it's the only one with the escutcheon of the Austrian royal family." "Will it be easy to kill the count?" "How do we do it?" "You'll stop it just after it leaves town." "Not just anywhere, but over the explosive charge you will have previously buried." "When it's stopped, set off the charge and that'll fling it right up into the air." "Ma'am, a horse has thrown a shoe." "Oh, how clumsy!" "I put in enough explosives to make them fly straight to Vienna." "Remember, Count von Olsen's carriage is the only one with the escutcheon of the Austrian royal family." "A monk has made a discovery that could bring down the Christian religion... as we now know it: the fifth gospel, written by Judas, what the heretics called the True Bible." "A dangerous murderer escaped from the asylum at San Carlos while he was being transferred." "What's out there?" "Are you sure you told Aunt Margarita everything you could so she wouldn't leave?" "Are you sure you told Aunt Margarita everything you could to make her stay?" "I welcome this reunion but I'll never hand over the True Bible." "~ Are you pregnant?" "~ Yes." "Alonso!" "You remind me of someone." "Let's see: we've got some people in hiding, some people leaving, and just a few left behind." "Soon we'll all be gone!" "Sátur, yes, Margarita's going!" "I might never see her again."