spread and all Madrid will be in an uproar.
Now to the point.Who commissioned you?People.Dont annoy me, Diego. What people?Thats what Id like to know, Excellency.I didnt see their faces.And your companion in the ambush? Didnt you see his face either?As Your Excellency knows, I always hunt alone.Diego, this is not an interrogation by the Inquisition.Well, its up to you.Its your neck, not mine.But, out of curiosity…Do you know who you almost killed last night?No, Count. I give you my word on that.I believe you.Then why didnt you kill them?I had a presentiment.Sir, matters of extreme gravity took place last night.The Prince of Wales and the Duke of Buckinghamhave entered Madrid incognito.They wish to be received by Your Majesty.They were almost killed in an ambush.I have ordered an investigation to find the culprits.Sir, this unexpected visit obliges us to take a decisionconcerning the possible marriage of your sister,Princess Maria, and the Prince of Wales.I have called the Council of Stateand the Committee of Theologians to give you their opinion.Thrust!Go on!Youre not so good.Come on, thrust!What is it, Inigo? You look as though youd seen a ghost.No, no.They say the English prince was ambushed.Well.Do they know who did this?Thieves, they say.People have too much imagination.Go get some wine.You brute.Help me up.I cant walk.How shall I get home?Ill carry you.Am I very heavy?No.No.Whats your name?Inigo Balboa.Page to Captain Diego Alatriste.I like soldiers.My names Angelica.Will you remember?Of course Ill remember.I hope so.You can put me down now.I hope you know what youre doing.I know, dont worry.Dismiss those men.Dont kill that Batriste… Latriste, whatever his name is, yet.- But, madam… – I have plans for Inigo.I need that captain to look after him until the time comes.Then you can kill him.Yes, Captain, tis a comedy.Commissioned by Olivares for the queen.And don Rafael here will produce it.- A great honour. – And will you be paidor will it be on account for future favours as usual?I know nothing of favours. Today is yesterday, tomorrow is yet to come.For the present Olivares has promised 500 reals.A comedy…Not your speciality.- How dare you? – No, the captains right.But if poor Cervantes tried one, why cant I?Don Francisco, my wife, the great actress Maria de Castro.And Captain…Alatriste.Diego and I know each other.What are you thinking?I should stay away from married women.Unless shes the most desired woman in Spain.I havent seen this one before.Its been a long time.Almost three years.Ive missed you.Not in Italy.It came to a bad end. She finally married another.I heard that.Youve changed, Diego.Perhaps Im getting old.Or because of that boy who lives with you.You know I like to know everything.Hes the son of a friend who died in Flanders.I promised to look after him.And?Im afraid of bungling it, Maria.Everything happens when youre a child.Youll do it well.Youre a good man.I wouldnt be so sure of that.You have few dealings with people.Maria, its time! Get ready!Dont worry, keep going.Hes a reasonable man.I earn him a lot of money.Is it worthwhile?Im a practical woman.I have to think of the future.To hell with the future.In the future well all be dead.Diego Alatriste, I arrest you in the name of the Inquisition.Take his weapons.Search him for hidden weapons.Clean.Hes clean.Kneel.My son, you are a traitor and an incompetent.With your inopportune scruplesyou have aided the enemies of God and Spain.Actions you will purge with hells worst torments.But first you will pay, here on earth, with your mortal flesh.You have seen too much.Heard too much.You have strayed too far.Your life, Captain, is no longer worth a fig.You are a corpsethat, by some whim of fate,still remains standing.You may go.Free?In a manner of speaking.Gods wrath will know where to find you.Put that thing away.Itll be of no use to you.I havent come to kill youbut to save you from others. I didnt knowyou were afraid of sheep.Only when they come without shepherds.Take this in case.Strange shepherds.No stranger than you.Your attitude saddens me, though I was afraid it might be so.You Spaniards are so vain and coarse.You lack finesse.Perhaps that is why you rule the world…for now.We shall meet again.I hope so.I like you, Captain.That is why I look forward to fighting you.Whenever you please, senor…Malatesta.Gualterio Malatesta of Palermo.If you please.Ah, I almost