Adventures of Don Juan Page #7

- Carlos, run along, dear.

- Bye, Don Juan.

Good day, seor.

- Seorita, your fan.

- Oh, yes.

You will return it to me, won't you?

Getting warm.

It will get warmer.

Listen.

Every evening

that nightingale sings here.

- How sad and sweet his song is.

- Yes.

And my heart sings with him sweetly

because you're by my side.

And my heart is very sad,

for soon you must go.

- And tomorrow...

- Tomorrow?

Tomorrow, I shall fence very badly...

...because my eyes will be drawn

to the platform where you are.

No, I won't be there tomorrow.

- Oh, you won't?

- No, I'll never be there again.

- Oh, my darling, we'll be together all the...

- No, I'm getting married tomorrow.

You must think it capricious of me to be

with you the night before my wedding.

- Capri...? No, no, not at all, not at all.

- You don't?

Well, perhaps...

Perhaps just the least little bit.

I did it so I could remember

for all the years of my life...

...this evening here in the garden

with Don Juan.

Well, I'm delighted to have been of service.

I don't want to marry Count D'Orsini.

- The Queen arranged it.

- The Queen?

Yes, she did it to strengthen the alliance

between Spain and his country.

History repeats itself.

Oh, nothing.

That's why

we must never see each other again.

Never.

Never, never.

I know you'll forgive my hasty departure.

Prolonged sentimental farewells

are too painful.

Good night, beloved. No, no, no, don't.

I want to remember you just as you are.

No, no, it's easier this way, farewell.

- Good evening, seor.

- Evening.

Count D'Orsini.

Well, good evening.

You'll not get away so easily, seor.

You're caught.

The story of my life.

Seor, this may possibly sound a little trite,

but I can explain everything.

I happen to be the fencing instructor

of the Countess Elena's brother and...

Would you believe I came here

to give him a lesson?

- At this hour?

- What time is it?

Well, you know what they say,

never too late to learn.

He's telling you the truth.

If it is the truth,

then he should be prepared to die for it.

Come, Seor Fencing Instructor.

You'll give me a lesson. En garde.

My dear count, can't we possibly

settle this some other way?

I'm warning you, seor,

draw your blade.

Would you be satisfied

with an apology?

My dear count, we have no argument.

The lady is yours.

Their Majesties shall hear of this.

It is shocking. Unbelievable.

Once again, he's provoked a serious scandal

and disrupted an important alliance.

The very same sort of conduct...

...which brought him back to Spain

in disgrace.

It is disillusioning, Your Majesty.

This time I will know

how to deal with him.

He shall be punished, and most severely.

Forgive me, Your Majesty, but surely

you intend to give him a chance to explain?

- There's no explanation possible.

- But perhaps it wasn't his fault.

I mean, I was at the academy

yesterday afternoon...

...and I saw certain things.

- What things? What are you talking about?

- Something was disturbing Don Juan.

- He was irritable and upset and...

- Yes, well?

Well, he certainly wasn't interested

in any of the young ladies present.

- But the Countess Elena began to...

- Well, go on.

Well, she began to make advances.

- You know, she's young and charming...

- Well, what happened?

Well, I do not wish to malign the countess,

but she practically...

Well, you know,

a man has just so much control.

I saw it with my own eyes.

Is this true? Are you lying to protect him?

Your Majesty...

Margaret, we have just heard

about your friend Don Juan...

...and we're most distressed.

- I understand, sire.

Our court is not to become

a playground for wastrels.

Nor will we allow our guests

to be humiliated by any of our subjects.

We have decided once and for all

to be rid of this fellow.

He is to leave Spain and never return.

Yes, but, sire, to be banned forever,

that's worse than a sentence of death.

That, too, was considered, Your Majesty.

But to kill Don Juan

would make a martyr of him...

...and we would not care to enhance

his already legendary reputation.

- Sire, I beg you to reconsider.

- The matter is closed.

We have ordered Don Juan put on

the first ship bound for the New World.

That is our judgment.

- Your Majesties.

- Well, well?

Your Majesty, Don Juan has disappeared.

We can find no trace of him anywhere.

You blundering idiots.

Warn the guards at the city gates.

Search every house and street in Madrid

until you find him.

With Your Majesty's permission,

of course.

Yes, yes, by all means find him.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Thank you, seor.

- All arrangements made?

- Yes, but to what purpose?

We'll never get out of Spain alive.

The roads are watched,

frontier guarded.

This inn is filled with soldiers

hunting for you.

Let them look.

Seor, Lorca's men are everywhere.

I pray you'll be careful.

- Oh, you may as well argue with a stone.

- The wagon will be ready soon.

- It will take you to the frontier.

- Innkeeper.

- Innkeeper.

- Watch yourself.

Innkeeper.

- Yes, capitn?

- Innkeeper, I need money and more wine.

- Sell you this ring cheap. A bargain.

- It's not necessary, capitn.

If you will come with me...

- Perhaps you will buy this ring, seor?

- No, capitn.

- Only a few ducats.

- Capitn, please.

And what about you, seor?

It's beautiful.

- Thank you, no.

- Please...

Genuine heirloom.

See the workmanship, eh?

- Please, capitn, come with me.

- And cheap.

Michaela, more wine for our friend.

Juan, I beg you to consider.

- It's madness to try and escape.

- It's madness to stay.

I must leave Spain.

Very well, we'll go.

No. Not you.

I'd not ask you to share with me

what lies ahead.

I go alone.

Do you think I'd let you go

roaming about the universe without me?

- I'm going with you.

- And if I order you to stay?

Then I shall disobey.

Everything is ready, seor.

Be on guard.

There will be trouble awaiting you.

I'm accustomed to trouble.

Fortunately, I'm a coward.

That will balance the situation.

Thank you.

See the stones, the workmanship.

- Would you gentlemen care to buy a ring?

- Not interested.

Not interested, huh?

Well, you're the loser. It's beautiful ring.

Marvelous workmanship. It's magnificent.

- What is it? What is it?

- That ring.

- It belongs to the Count de Polan.

- But the count's in England.

Go in and ask the captain if he'd be kind

enough to have a word with me.

- Excuse me, capitn?

- Well, what is it?

My friend is interested in your ring.

- Would you mind stepping outside?

- Very well.

- Well, where is he?

- Please.

- Very valuable ring.

- Very.

I wonder, captain...

...if you'd be kind enough to tell me

how you came by this ring?

- I don't remember.

- Oh, you don't?

Perhaps a little wind in your gullet

might refresh your memory.

- Speak up.

- Took it from a prisoner in the fortress.

- The Count de Polan, wasn't it?

- No.

The truth, or on my soul I'll drive this steel

right through your neck.

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