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Will you give us the map or must we kill you first?
I don't have any map.
Kill her!
Won't you consider putting Portugal's coat of arms on it?
Portugal is on the banner of the Spains.
It's part of our territory.
You don't seem disposed to making concessions, Majesty.
Perhaps His Holiness' presence may change your opinion.
The Pope knows who is right
in this war with the Portuguese.
And France and England?
They'll be at the summit too, as mediators.
The only possible peace is Portugal's surrender, Cardinal.
- Grab that piglet! - Come on!
My apologies, Majesty.
If they were in my service, they'd share the fate of that piglet.
- Majesty. - Lucrecia...
- Eminence. - Marchioness.
By the way, Majesty,
and I trust you'll excuse my audacity,
I understand you've had trouble digesting meat of late.
That is so.
The other day
I had the opportunity to enjoy an excellent bream
at the Marchioness' house.
Perhaps you could request one for yourself in two days' time,
the day of the meeting.
- Would that be possible, Marchioness? - Of course, Majesty.
How are the preparations going
for receiving the French delegation at your palace?
They will be very satisfied.
And you needn't see them any more than necessary.
You always understand me so well, Lucrecia.
Come, I have questions for you.
Majesty.
Eminence...
Have you recovered the map?
Red Eagle, Eminence.
As ineffectual as ever, Commissar.
Sometimes patience is necessary to reach perfection.
In the dungeon at noon I'll show you someone who has done so.
What on earth are you talking about?
The best assassin in the world,
the man who will kill Red Eagle.
The men with the Commissar were not his guards.
My God, I'll have to dry this jerkin out.
I know you're a clean fellow, but the exertion of battle...
Clearly they were seeking a map.
I don't get this at all.
- You saved her, did you not? - Yes.
Why didn't you ask her?
Because she disappeared before I could speak to her.
Disappeared?
How did she disappear? Just like that?
Yes.
No, I know where you're going...
Sátur, I must find out what that map is hiding.
Here we go, another mystery.
First we have to find the girl.
I'm sure you barely noticed her.
Blonde.
She was blonde.
It's the first time I've seen you take an interest in female matters.
Yes, dodge the issue now.
He's got a lot stored up down below,
I don't know how the blood reaches his head.
Look, Cipri,
if you can't write in Spanish, how will you do it in French?
Anyway, damn it, let them learn the language. This is Spain!
If they don't understand it, they'll go somewhere else.
I bought double provisions for the foreigners.
What are you doing?
Cipri wants to put the sign in French.
The very idea...
Do you speak French?
No.
Give it here. French is easy.
You take the last letter off every word
and say your r's like you've got phlegm in your gullet.
Satur... Satugh...
Satugh...
You want to say 'wine", then it's vin.
You want so say "red", then it's rhet.
Red wine, rhet vin.
Zis is easy a pie!
I like Spain.
It's the only country where they fear God more than their rulers.
Stop! Stop!
We cannot allow them to hang a priest,
a man of God!
Who'd you steal the cassock from?
Do you think we wouldn't recognize you dressed as a priest?
Look! Let's get out of here!
Thank you. Thank you
Give thanks to His Holiness the Pope.
The Pope? The Pope?
A million thanks to him.
I've got to go.
His Holiness wishes you to come with us.
Me? But... But I...
But I'm not...
I'm a humble priest.
Besides, I've got a mass now. You've caught me at...
You did not understand.
It's the express wish of His Holiness.
Where'd you say we're going?
There he is.
I hope he's not just appearances, Commissar.
Despite being a clergyman, you need to see it to believe it.
Kill him!
Enough! Enough!
It doesn't impress me to watch him kill your men, Commissar.
There is no merit in that.
I guarantee you that Red Eagle's life is at an end.
Soon he will fly no more.
I've heard that promise too often.
But as I am still a man of faith,
I'll give you a vote of confidence.
Or rather, I give it to him.
Magnifique.
You sing like an angel, mademoiselle.
Thank you, sir.
Forgive me, I did not present myself.
I am Louis XIV of France and the III of Navarre.
And you?
I'm... Margarita.
Margarita Hernando, from this town.
Majesty, we must depart.
- Mademoiselle. - Majesty.
Majesty, the plan is going as we envisaged.
In two days, Philip IV will be dead.
Lovely, what a lovely sight.
What luxury, what majesty.
Do you think you can take this muck to the Royal Palace?
It was the biggest there was, madam, and the freshest.
It's not good enough.
I don't care if you catch it with your bare hands.
- I want a bream fit for a king! - Yes, madam.
I don't understand why we have to cook his food.
I don't know, son, it was the Cardinal's idea.
I'll help you.
Sometimes one must turn obstacles into opportunities, and we shall.
By the way, your clothes for the summit have come.
We'll show all the nobles you're no longer a boy.
- Marchioness. - Yes.
Madam...
Let me introduce myself. I am Claude Acheron,
Captain of the Musketeers of the King of France.
Now I see why such an institution is famous the world over.
There are things in Spain to admire too.
- You are? - Nuño, Marquis of Santillana.
- You can handle a sword. - Yes, of course.
Light and deadly.
- I'll show you some tricks. - It will be an honour.
I must inspect the King's lodgings.
It's purely routine.
Of course. They're ready.
Will you show me, Nuño?
We can continue discussing fencing strategy.
I trust that you and I will meet at a more quiet moment.
- God be with ye, Cipriano. - Right you are.
Your wine, sir.
- I'm looking for someone. - If you tell me the name...
They call him Red Eagle.
- Excuse me, I'll clean that up. - Do you know him or not?
I'm sorry, no-one knows who Red Eagle is.
What's wrong?
He asked about Red Eagle. Must be a castrati or something,
by the voice.
Excuse me!
Does Margarita Hernando live here?
Yes.
I bring her this message from the King of France.
Thank you.
Who's that fop? Master, I must speak with you.
- Sátur, one moment. - The King of France writes to my aunt.
The King of?
Himself? The one with the wig?
I know some basic French, in case you need it.
They want me to sing at the summit in two days, in El Escorial,
in front of all the kings and the Pope.
Holy Mary! The summit no less!
I can see you singing all over Europe.
They chose you over all the women in the world?
No, I'm not going. I can't.
To refuse is an insult.
You could start a war.
Sátur, no.
Margarita, no one can force you to do what you don't want.
Don't be so contrary. This is an honour.
You'll put Spain at the very top.
You'll be the prettiest of all.
I could present you. I'm a great actor.
No, Sátur, I've nothing to wear.
Make yourself a dress. Red, like the Spanish standard.
- Very good, Alonsillo. - I'll see what I can do.
Wait.
Us, at the summit, do you realize, master?
What did you want to tell me?
Me?
Oh, yes. Yes.
A woman was asking for you Red Eagle at the inn.
Do you know who she is?
No, but she was the fairest lady I've ever seen,
straight out of a painting.
But not a Rubens, he only paints those fat ladies.
It's her. I have to find her.
You took your time.
- This is how you receive guests? - No. This is especially for you.
Thank you.
Don't move. A poisonous spider is crawling over your foot.
Now we can speak calmly.
By the way, this forest has no poisonous spiders. Let's go.
His Majesty Charles II of England, Scotland and Ireland.
I allowed myself to bring you a gift, Majesty.
They say the slaves from Bengal are the most obliging.
I see she has not yet been converted to Catholicism.
Before serving a king she must serve God.
I'll see to it, Majesty.
His Majesty Louis XIV of France and the III of Navarre!
Master Lasalle, the finest swordsmith in Paris,
made it expressly for you.
I don't know if the credit goes to your musketeer
or the sword.
May I?
Sharp and swift.
Congratulate Master Lasalle on my behalf.
Now the Portuguese, Majesty.
His Excellency the Duke of Braganza and his mother, Luisa de Guzman!
So glad to see you again, Majesty.
And I to see you again at court.
Why is this castle so important?
No one knows it exists. It's a fortress used as a prison.
Untie me!
No.
How did you get this layout?
A prisoner got it to me.
A prisoner?
It's my father.
Help me free him. Ask what money you want, it's yours.
I think you're mistaken about me.
I'm no mercenary, not for freeing prisoners at least.
My father is a man of peace.
He was Spanish military attaché at the French court.
One day he vanished suddenly.
Alright. I'll be here at the same time tomorrow.
- I'll get him out. - Why not now?
I'll help you, but I set the rules.
This is hopeless.
- Good evening. - Master!
What are you dressed as?
For God's sake, you're a man of the world.
You must know the ruff is the latest fashion.
This won't do... unless...
Margarita.
You'll look fine in anything you wear.
Father, you're the town teacher and you weren't invited.
No, son.
Culture is frowned upon, it doesn't pay.
- Good evening. - Evening.
Juan!
- What are you dressed as? - Another one.
It can't believe that you're a Spanish nobleman.
How are you faring?
All night sewing, and I'm not going to finish the dress.
I need something nice to wear.
What's this? And this...
Juan! Juan... it's...
My God, it's lovely.
When they see us dressed like this,
their crowns will fall off.
Lucrecia, is Nuño not coming?
His grandmother wanted to see him.
The Marquis of Santillana ought to be at a summit like this.
Hernán, do your job.
Marchioness,
enjoy this fine evening of yours.
It may go down in history after today.
May God be witness to the goodwill
of all the countries gathered here today.
The summit is now open.
Let this meeting for peace begin.
Oh Lord! That looks like Puri's son.
- Who is it? - The goatherd's son.
He's dead.
- What is this, Sátur? - White liquor...
to clear your voice.
My Lord, you look divine!
You're going to cause a schism.
The Holy Father will forget he's the Pope!
I think the neckline is too low.
No, not a bit, not a bit.
I'll look for some more liquor.
I'm starting to see double,
and that's far too many kings.
Where are you going? Look out!
Merde!
- Are you blind? - I'm sorry...
Antoñito?
What are you saying?
Wig or no wig, I recognize you.
You're Antoñito, from the hospice.
Leave me alone, peasant.
Give me that wig!
You are...
You're Antoñito, aren't you?
My name is Antoine, I'm French
and I don't know you. Is that clear?
You know what I say? I don't know you either.
You didn't tell me your name.
Father Mateo Saldaña, at your service.
Bravo. And what is your parish, Mateo?
Well, I'm sort of...
betwixt and between.
I spend my days between Pinto
and Valdemoro.
Pastors of such dedication are sorely needed at the Vatican.
I shall take you with me to Rome.
To Rome?
A gift.
If I may, Your Holy... Pope.
Majesty, your fish is ready.
Thank you, Marchioness.
It's Red Eagle.
Alonso! Wait!
Halt!
Son!
Father... I can't see.
Excuse me.
If they ask for me, I'm in the urinal.
Majesty, your bream.
You were right, Eminence, an exquisite morsel.
- I'm go glad, Majesty. - You should try it, Your Holiness.
Very well.
Unless your Holiness' stomach is as delicate as the King's,
I suggest the suckling pig.
A dish native to Spain. Very nice.
I'll have the suckling pig.
Take away the fish.
Help me.
Is anything wrong, Majesty?
Are you alright, Majesty?
Just a slight indisposition.
Excuse me.
Please, continue without me.
Master!
What is it?
What's wrong with Alonso? Are you alright, my love?
Gunpowder flew into his eyes and...
And what?
- It burnt him. - He can't see?
Father says it's temporary. I just need to wait.
But I saved Red Eagle's life.
What happened, master?
They set a trap for me.
A guard was about to shoot me, and Alonso...
Alonso leapt on him.
He saved my life.
It was all my fault.
I'd rather that shot had hit me!
No, don't say that.
You could've died.
Alonso is very young. He'll soon recover.
The blindness is temporary?
For God's sake, tell me it's temporary.
I gave him a sedative. He'll be fine in the morning.
It's just indigestion.
Thank God our king has a strong nature, doctor.
You really have no chocolate? There's no way to get it?
- No. Leave me alone. - Just a little.
Antonio.
Antoñito.
My name is Antoine and I am French.
"Ant-wan", as you wish.
I just want a piece of chocolate.
It's not for me, it's for a sick lad.
Remember when we were boys...
The times I gave you my bread at the orphanage.
He's an idiot.
And when you got sick?
I got into the bed with you to stop your shivers.
I'm only asking for some chocolate.
Even just a tiny bit.
Be off with you!
Bastard! You're as Spanish as I am. Let everyone know it!
- Out of ze way! - Speak properly!
Calm down, please.
- You ungrateful... Go on, shoot! - No, no!
Damn it.
I did everything you asked.
Complete your task and kill the King.
This is madness. How do you want me to do that?
Are you saying you never have access to his chambers, Marchioness?
The King must be dead in his bed tomorrow.
If not, you know the price you will have to pay.
- Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. - Come, Commissar.
I like to fence a little every day
and I haven't yet done so today.
Marchioness.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
I know you too well, Lucrecia. What is it?
There's a conspiracy
involving France, England and Portugal, to kill the King.
They want me to be the executing hand.
That would be signing your own death sentence.
I'd rather sign mine...
than my son's.
They've abducted him, Hernán.
Help!
Help, please!
Someone get me out of here!
I couldn't get any chocolate for Alonsillo.
I wanted to surprise him...
It's just that...
I'd like to say something to him, but...
I don't know quite what.
It's as if...
I'm torn up inside.
I can't imagine how you feel, being his father.
Sátur.
Gather all my Red Eagle outfits...
and burn them.
Burn them?
Why are you saying that?
Because Red Eagle is dead.
- It's over. - Impossible, the people need you.
No, Sátur. It's my son who needs me now.
It's my fault he's like this.
Sátur, help me put on the outfit.
I have one last thing to resolve.
You're early.
I won't be able to help you.
What about my father?
You're my only hope of seeing him alive again.
I'm sorry, I truly am.
You can't do this to me!
I won't be able to save my father.
You have to help me. Please, you have to help me!
You have to help me!
I'm no hero.
I'm just a teacher.
I'm sorry.
Hernán, if this goes badly, my son will die.
Go out there casually
and tell the guards the King is resting
and will not be disturbed under any circumstances.
Get in here.
Pick up the King.
- Father? - What?
Where are going with my sewing chest?
It was on the table and...
My girl, you don't think...
...l'm stealing it? - I don't know...
It looks like you're taking it, but since you're a priest...
If it's necessary to donate it to the Holy Church, I shall.
No, no, my girl, no.
But...
there's an explanation for this.
My God, Father...
Take your cassock off, I'll stitch it up.
No, no, I don't have any other clothes.
I'm travelling with just this, and I have to leave in a hurry.
Thanks very much.
But how can you leave here
with your parts on display?
No, never mind. I don't want to bother you.
And at this hour?
The street is full of evil-doers and brigands.
You'll spend the night here
and in the cool of the morning, if you have to go, then go.
There's no more to be said. Come in.
- I don't want to bother you. - Sit down. It's no bother.
Father! Father!
Alonso?
Are you alright?
I can't see It didn't go away.
You lied to me!
- No, son... - You said it'd go away!
No, Alonso. Listen, son, you must be patient.
Alonso, dear, your eyes have to get used to the light.
That takes time, because eyes...
are lazy things, they hate working, like everyone does.
You have to wait.
- Leave me alone! - Son!
Tell me the truth, Father.
Will I be blind forever?
And don't lie to me!
I don't know.
Put him in there.
Leave him here.
Let's go.
Majesty...
What happened? Where am I?
You're a prisoner, Majesty.
Lope?
We all thought you were dead.
What are you doing here?
I overheard a conversation
of the English ambassador to the French court.
They discussed an attack on you.
What?
I left immediately to inform you. But they seized me
and locked me in here.
Help me.
We must find a way to escape.
They can't do this to me.
I'm the King of the Spanish Empire.
Father?
Holy Mary!
Holy M...
Lord, I'm so sorry, Father.
I came to bring you your cassock.
I'll leave it here, on the knob...
I mean, on the chair.
I'm an early riser...
Being a priest and all.
Don't worry, thist...
You don't need to confess this.
May I look now?
One moment, there's a trick to this.
Well...
If there's anything else I can do for you...
Well, actually...
You don't have your "ventilation" now.
Wait, I'll take out that pin.
It'd be awful if you got a prick now.
Leave it, I've seen enough...
I mean, you've done enough...
That's it. Good as new.
- Catalina. - Sátur. Come in.
I thought you'd gone. Just as well.
- Father... - Hello.
- I wanted to ask a favour. - Go ahead.
Can you get some chocolate from the Palace for Alonso?
How is he?
He's not himself. He's dejected
But if your lamps are suddenly snuffed out, imagine...
My Lord, the poor thing.
Listen, I'm thinking...
Why doesn't Father say a few words to him?
At least to lift his spirits.
Of course.
No, I have to go, really.
If I'm late for mass the altar boys guzzle the wine
and it's a God-awful mass. Thanks, eh? 'Bye.
Father... he's just a boy.
He needs help. He needs your help.
How was His Majesty last night?
Can we resume the summit?
The King has not left his chambers.
He gave orders not to be disturbed.
He must still be indisposed.
That was yesterday. And the King is renowned
for his ability to overcome difficulties.
The summit must continue. We should warn His Majesty.
Majesty...
What is happening here?
Guards! Guards!
- Where is the King? - He didn't come out all night.
Where is the King?
Call the Captain of the Guard. Find him!
Close the Palace gates.
We'll interrogate all personnel: Footmen, maids, everyone!
The King should be dead in this bed.
Good morning.
No, none at all.
Easy, very easy.
We should speak the language of the kingdom we'll be carving up,
don't you think?
Are you Spanish? Are you betraying your country?
No. My father was Spanish.
He died at the hands of the Inquisition.
My family fled to England and I enlisted in the army.
I volunteered for this mission.
How touching.
Did you bring the necessary items?
And you, Captain, where are your men?
Company!
We must make haste.
The Spanish detachment will be here soon.
Let's go.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
- 'Morning. - What are you doing here?
I'm not...
What is it?
This is Father Mateo, come to lend us a hand.
Thank you, but we don't need you here. You may go.
No, no, Father.
Master, the way things are
it's always good to be in with "the man upstairs".
Miracles don't exist
and the last thing Alonso needs are false hopes.
Father... Sátur will see you out.
- Go with God. - Go with God, Father.
Don't go, Father.
- Stay and have a drink. - No, I can't.
No, have a drink with us.
How is the boy?
The same.
Why the pistol?
The King has disappeared. I have to warn the troops.
- What? - Listen to me.
The Kingdom of the Spains is very likely in grave danger.
I must go now.
Juan... Juan... Juan!
A glass of champagne? French, of course.
Why not? We could toast to...
the death of your son?
Phillip IV's corpse is not in his bed. Where is he?
No need to upset yourself.
The King's death is a mere matter of time.
You have something we want
and we have something you want.
Speak.
When you return Nuño to us safe and sound,
I'll tell you where the King is. What you do with him is your affair.
Very well.
The King has disappeared.
I just heard Juan say so.
Did you hear me?
The King of the Spains has vanished!
The King has many people to look after him.
Do you know how serious this is?
You don't lose a king just like that, he's not a button!
I can't do anything.
I understand, the thing with the lad has hit you hard.
You know I'd give my own eyes...
But this is different, we have no King.
Wait...
Look, I kept one of your outfits.
- I know it was disobedient... - Sátur... Enough!
Enough, no!
Sorry, but the King may have been abducted,
or even worse, killed.
All the more reason to look after my son.
You can't be serious. You're not listening!
You're the one who's not listening!
I'm not going back.
Maybe I'm not too bright,
but staying here won't bring back your son's sight.
Get out of here.
As you command. You're the master for some reason.
Open up! In the name of the King!
Open up! I am Juan de Calatrava!
- Alonso... - I dropped it all.
It's alright. Relax. I'll pick it up.
Come on, son. Get up. We're going.
We're going? Where to?
Outside, as usual.
I'm blind. I can't see a thing.
So what do you want to do?
I don't care.
Here or down a well. I can't see. I'm blind!
- Well I do care! - But I can't see!
I'll never see the sea! I'll never see you again!
I won't see anything!
Alright, son...
There have been people
who've struggled against their fate
and built themselves a new one. I know it's not easy.
Come on, let's go.
Give me your hand.
From now on, this stick will be your eyes.
Father, forgive my master.
He's not much of a believer.
He says God didn't create Man!
What's wrong, Juan?
Some strange things are happening.
Someone's sent our soldiers away from town.
What does that mean?
The King couldn't sign an order, he was ill.
The soldiers must be told to return at once.
They have a day's headstart, maybe less.
I'll recruit all the men I can to protect the town.
- Protect us from whom? - I don't know, Sátur.
Something's going to happen and we must protect ourselves.
Find the soldiers. I think they're headed for Portugal.
I'll look for the guards.
Father. Why don't you come with me?
- Me? - Yes.
You heard how serious it is.
Two men have a better chance.
- The thing is... - Father...
The fate of the Spains is in our hands.
It is, isn't it?
- Father, help me. - We're outside, alright?
Now the staircase, step by step.
Any obstacles?
None, sir. All according to plan.
When the bells ring five o'clock,
we take the town.
I need all your men, armed and ready to fight.
- I need a royal order. - No, the King has disappeared.
- No one told me of this. - I'm telling you.
Why do you want my men?
To defend the town.
It's quite possible that there's a conspiracy.
That's a serious accusation. Do you have proof?
If you know who's responsible, I'll arrest them myself.
I don't know who it is.
But...
In my job assumptions are ill-advised.
So, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do.
Commissar, I am Juan de Calatrava,
the King's cousin and a Spanish nobleman.
I demand that you lend me all of your men!
And I am Hernán Mejías, Commissar of this town.
When the King orders it, I'll be at the Crown's disposal,
as I always have.
You know this street by heart.
You've walked it a thousand times.
Aunt Margarita is waiting for you down there.
Look, son...
When you learnt to walk, it was the same.
You held me so tight, I thought you'd never let go.
But when you managed to take your first steps alone...
your mother and I thought you'd never come back, you were so fast.
Come on, son.
You can do it.
Take it slowly.
How did you find me?
You're a renowned teacher in this town.
Your son is blind.
I'm sorry.
Now you know why I can't help you.
My problem doesn't matter now.
There's a French and English army
camped on the outskirts of town, ready to attack.
An army?
I can't do anything against an army.
But you can save the King.
I saw him being locked up in the same castle as my father.
If that army enters the town, you won't have a blind son.
You'll have a dead son.
- Juan! Juan! - Gonzalo.
- Strange things are happening. - I know.
There's a foreign army on the outskirts.
It's linked to the summit. Are they Portuguese?
No. French and English.
Gather as many men as possible.
I'll join you when I can. Agreed?
Agreed.
What's wrong with you now? Does something hurt?
Where does it hurt?
His leg, it doesn't...
You can't go on?
You're not tricking me?
Go on, go home.
Go on, go on.
Go home.
You can see... he's limping.
What do we do? We won't reach the soldiers in time!
Don't look at me like that, do something.
What do you want me to do?
I don't know, something. We need help!
You have influence with "the man upstairs"!
Long live Spain and her women.
- Come on. - What the?
My horse?
No, don't go. Thief! Thief!
Sátur?
- Antoñito. - God damn you!
You horse thief... The guards will skin us alive!
No, no, no.
We have to stop some foreigners from attacking the town.
We need it because we have to warn our soldiers.
My God. My God.
Well done! It was a secret!
Stop! Stop!
I'm French! I owe it to the Crown!
French? You're a traitor, that's what you are!
Fraternity.
So this is your sanctuary...
I wouldn't say that.
Right above your own home.
Has a woman ever been up here?
No. It's the first time.
And your sword?
I threw it into the lake.
I must go.
I'm going with you.
Listen to me, listen to me.
Listen. This time war will not break out in Flanders,
nor in the Americas.
This time war will be in our homes.
Yes. If we allow them to reach our streets,
we will all die!
- Come along, Alonso. - No! I want to hear.
Didn't you tell me to be normal? Well, I want to find out.
We're not soldiers.
We don't even have weapons. We don't know how to fight.
You're a man, aren't you?
I'll teach you.
There's no time for that. We're all going to die!
That man there is a carpenter, and that man
is a peasant, and I'm a potter.
We don't stand a chance.
Listen to me! Listen to me!
We have to hold them back until our regulars arrive!
What he said is true.
But if we die, it'll be defending our families.
Who will join me?
I will.
So will I.
- And I. - Good.
Cipri...
I don't have any family, Juan.
But I'll go.
You're leading them to certain death. And you along with them.
If we stay here, we'll die.
I'd rather fight.
Can I be of any use?
Take him away.
Come on, my love.
Listen! We have to recruit all the men we can.
Let's go!
And if they don't come?
They'll come.
If I don't see my son again, I'll kill you.
Where is my son?
Nuño...
Take him away.
I gave orders for them to be strung up and slit open like cattle
if we're not back in one day.
Then let's finish as soon as possible.
I'd rather you left your sadism for the King of Spain.
Holy Mary.
This is a massacre.
Our soldiers are dead.
The only ones who could help us. Dead!
Juan is recruiting people in town, Father.
My God, they're all going to die.
But the Spains have more armies, the King, I mean.
There are more soldiers, aren't there?
It's too far, they'd never get here on time.
We're alone, Father.
Sátur! Untie me!
Listen, we have to flee!
We can escape together to France.
I know a lot of people there.
I'd rather fight with my own people than be a coward.
Father, before I go...
I need to make my confession.
Why don't we think about this?
Hurry, Father.
I know I shall die, and there are things I can't keep inside.
Hail Mary Full of Grace...
Conceived without sin.
Father, I've sinned a lot.
- Since I was a lad... - I can't.
Is something wrong?
I'm not a priest, damn it! I'm not a priest!
What do you mean?
I'm a baker from Brunete!
I fooled around with the mayor's wife and had to run for it.
I hid in the sacristy and found these clothes.
God damn my blasted luck!
It's just...
no one has any principles anymore!
You can't trust anyone!
The traitor and the liar.
Look...
At least they fell with honour.
Watch out for... that body.
We should go.
Open up.
Leave him, he's the King! You can't!
Relax, Lope.
Majesty.
I hope to have a dignified end.
Don't worry, we French are renowned for our refinement.
Take him away.
It's this way.
Let's go.
Keep calm. Relax, Cipri.
No one moves without my order. Did you hear me?
Sátur.
Sátur?
Thank God. We're saved.
Hide. Go on, hide, Cipri.
Sátur! Sátur!
Where are the soldiers?
Dead.
They're all dead.
What are we going to do, Juan? What do we do?
Don't tell the others, alright?
There are too few of us to fight on open ground.
A surprise attack is all we can manage.
Right, Sátur, get off the road. Hide the horse. Let's go!
Give me the horse.
Sátur!
Cipri.
Where are our soldiers?
Come on...
Sátur!
You know what I say, Sátur?
I'm bloody sick of being French.
Bugger it.
Get off the road.
Hide, let's go!
Listen. The main thing is not to let them fire.
Don't let them load their guns.
For the people!
For freedom! For Spain!
Come on, Cipri.
I am a Spaniard!
Who are you? Who are you?
- Beatriz! - Father!
I asked God to let me embrace my daughter before I died.
We'll get you out of here.
Where is the King?
They took him away. They're going to execute him.
Guards! Guards!
Get out down the passageway.
I'll warn the Royal Guard.
I'll stay with you until the end.
No. Help your father or he won't get out alive.
Will I see you again?
Retreat!
I searched for the best place to decapitate you, Majesty,
but with such a beautiful animal in this castle...
and so hungry...
The Spanish Empire is more than its king.
Bon voyage.
Sound the alarm! Intruder!
Majesty! Don't move!
Majesty!
Are you in command?
Yes.
What will you do with the survivors?
The orders are: No prisoners.
With the exception of officers.
I accept no favours.
I'd rather die alongside my men.
What will they do with us?
I'm sorry.
And Alonso? Have you seen him? Do you know where he is?
Alonso is here?
He was there, I saw him.
Please, tell me you've seen him.
Alright, alright.
France will have the crown of Aragón
and the kingdoms of León and Asturias.
Our troops will enter via the Pyrenees.
From the kingdom of Castille to the south is all yours.
The Royal Navy is heading for the Gulf of Cadiz.
We only need to agree on the partition of the colonies.
Leave my territory this instant!
I've alerted the Navy and Army,
and ordered my regiments from Castille and Aragón
to come here and crush in its path
any soldier not belonging to this kingdom!
Free the prisoners and go back where you came from.
I will give...
your greetings to your daughter, Queen Maria Theresa.
Majesty.
If the coffers of the Empire were not empty,
I would declare war on England and France immediately.
It is indeed a shame, Majesty.
Gentlemen...
you're free.
- Sátur! - Master!
Sátur.
Master.
- Are you alright? - Master...
Master, the boy. We must find Alonsillo.
Alonso? Where's Alonso?
I don't know. He was here, in the battle.
Master!
No! Alonso!
Alonso, my son. Alonso!
Alonso! Alonso!
Alonso...
No!
Alonso.
Father.
I can see you.
Alonsito... Alonsito, you're alive!
You're alive.
It's been a hell of a battle.
These fallen Spaniards
deserve a monument in every town square.
We showed some balls alright.
I'm proud to be a Spaniard.
Well, at last it's all over.
No, Sátur.
Not yet.
Not again, Saturno! The same thing!
Wait and suffer, that's my lot.
I've got this feeling of déjà-vu.
What am I doing, speaking in French?
Nothing.
Bloody hell!
You couldn't bury the katana under a tree, no!
You had to throw it in the deepest lake around.
I'll tell you something,
you may need to consider carrying a normal one,
like this, straight.
I know it doesn't match your outfit, but...
I have to get it back.
So you're going down... again.
This fellow's obsessed with water.
You can't see a thing.
Master!
Master! You found it!
I've got it!
You're bloody kidding!
At home you can't find your trousers, and here in some lake
you keep pulling out things. Oh, come on!
Satur.
Christ, get out from behind me, someone might see!
With your abstinence of late, anything could happen.
Come on.
What's this?
Master.
Where is that fellow?
Look at him.
All dressed and ready to go.
Master!
No, you just leave without a word.
I get no appreciation for what I do.
All this water I swallowed will give me the runs.
RED EAGLE, THE FILM
Translation: Lindsay Moxham
Subtitles: LASERFILM