Adventures of Don Juan Page #8

- Speak up.

- Yeah, it was the count.

How came he there? By whose order?

The Duke de Lorca.

This is the final insult.

The Count D'Orsini has left Madrid.

Our relations with a friendly government

have been impaired.

And Don Juan has disappeared.

Completely vanished.

- Is there no sign of him?

- None.

But don't worry,

frontier guards have been alerted.

And this time we'll have his head.

This time...

Your Majesty.

- Well, what is it?

- Don Juan de Maraa is here.

He begs audience with Her Majesty.

- Don Juan?

- Yes, sire. He has surrendered.

But he says it's most urgent

that he speak with Her Majesty.

Send him in.

Your Majesties.

- Don Juan.

- You may approach, seor.

Well, what do you want of us?

I bare grave tidings, Your Majesties.

- What happened, Rodrigo?

- Don Juan's in the palace.

- He's found out about the Count de Polan.

- What?

- Phillip?

- But Lorca wouldn't do such thing...

...without our consent. I mean...

- Your Majesty...

...this, I think, should be sufficient proof.

Yes, it is true.

This is a ring I once gave him.

We must go to the fortress at once.

But, my dear, we mustn't be so hasty.

Your Majesties, I beg you not to delay.

I fear for the count's life.

He's right. Phillip, please.

Oh, very well.

There's no need for all this.

Lorca, you're the very one

we wanted to speak to.

Seize that man.

If he resists, put an end to him.

Stop this. Stop this at once.

Put up your swords.

What is the meaning of this?

- Take him to the fortress.

- Just a moment.

- When do you give orders in our presence?

- We live in a changing world, sire.

Even as we stand here, the command of

the palace shifts from Your Majesty to me.

As for you, Don Juan...

...your sentence of exile

will be changed to a sentence of death.

- This is treason.

- You will never succeed in this.

The people will rise against you.

Shepherds may change,

but sheep remain sheep.

And now, Your Majesty,

I must ask you to retire.

I have private business

I wish to transact with the king.

Escort Her Majesty to her apartment.

And see that she's well protected

against any intrusion.

- And now, sire.

- What do you intend doing with us?

Your Majesty will continue to rule

with certain guidance and direction...

...and without the interference

of the queen.

- You will not harm her?

- Not if it can be avoided.

I will give her her choice.

Either the position of an obedient wife,

or the fate of a meddling woman.

And now, if you'll excuse me...

Your Majesty.

All right, open.

Yes, capitn.

Well, well, my friend, how things change.

I trust you're comfortable?

What's the matter, can't you speak?

You were quite talkative last night.

So were you, with a blade at your throat.

I hope you retain your sense of humor

when there's a rope around yours.

Oh, incidentally, you were curious

about the Count de Polan.

Oh, mercy...

Your Excellency?

Don Jose?

It's me.

Don Juan, Juan. Juan de Maraa.

Don Juan?

Speak up, old man.

Or do you need more persuasion?

Don't. No.

- In which cell is Don Juan?

- What do you wish of him, Padre?

We have come to give him the last rites.

Juan?

Don Juan?

Juan.

Don Juan.

Count Seraf...?

Leporello.

Guard? Guard?

The blessing has been given.

This way.

Have you seen the turnkey, Padre?

I think you will find him in the first cell.

No...

Mercy.

You can hardly expect us

to be merciful, my dear count...

...while you remain so stubborn.

The Duke de Lorca's growing impatient.

Speak up, old man,

or do you need more persuasion?

Again.

No.

Don Juan, here.

Hurry.

This way, here.

You've been summoned here tonight...

...because as students

at the Royal Academy...

...I know your loyalty

to the king and queen.

I also know that you'll be the first to suffer

unless the Duke de Lorca is defeated.

There's only one way he can be beaten.

By arousing the people.

You know well that his men are everywhere.

The streets are filled with them.

So we must go about our business

with the utmost secrecy.

First, we must...

- You can't go in here.

- How do you get in there?

Don Juan.

Go.

- Sebastian?

- Thank heaven I found you.

- What brings you? Is the queen all right?

- At the moment.

Since news of your escape reached

the palace, Lorca's become desperate.

There's no telling what he might do.

You must get the queen

out of the palace tonight.

- Her life is in danger.

- There aren't enough of us.

- Now, perhaps by tomorrow...

- No, tomorrow will be too late.

Tonight will be too soon.

We couldn't even get through the gates.

Do you know a way in?

At the far end of the palace grounds

there is an opening in the garden wall.

And if you're careful,

you can get in the same way I got out.

You will forgive this intrusion,

Your Majesty...

...but events move rapidly

and we are pressed for time.

We asked the king

to sign a document...

...declaring our country in a state of siege

and granting us full power.

This is agreeable to His Majesty.

But he informs me that you are unwilling

to cooperate in our plans for Spain.

- Is that correct?

- It is.

Does Your Majesty realize

the consequence of such a refusal?

We do, indeed, Your Grace.

But rather than deliver our people

into your hands, we would prefer to die.

If Your Majesty would only face reality...

We can face reality, but not treachery.

Nor will we bargain with a traitor.

We are well aware of your intentions,

Your Grace.

We shall never accede to such a request.

Then Your Majesty clears my conscience

by signing her own death warrant.

Will you come with us peacefully?

Guards?

Come.

I'm looking for Her Majesty.

Do you know where I can find her?

- Her Majesty is in the chapel.

- In the chapel?

Then I better not disturb her.

- How do we get to the chapel?

- Down this corridor.

But it's all the way

on the other side of the palace.

Guards, guards, guards, guar...!

Hey.

Don Juan, quickly.

They're taking the queen to the fortress.

Leporello, Serafino.

Fire guards, fire guards,

call the fire guards!

Don Juan?

Rodrigo.

I warned you, seor.

This time I shall cut deeply.

This time I'm wearing my old clothes.

The sword is not for a traitor.

You die by the knife.

Your Majesties.

Your Majesty.

I had to see you.

I could stay away no longer.

Is it true that you are leaving?

- Tomorrow.

- But why?

Why do you have to leave Madrid now?

- You've become a hero of the people.

- Have I?

Then it must be easy to become a hero.

But for a man to be leaving

the woman he truly loves...

...the woman he can never have,

that's not easy.

But if you stay?

If I stay, it can only bring unhappiness

to both of us.

I know that now. You must know it too.

Where will you go?

Who knows?

Into oblivion, I suppose,

where most legends go.

No, there can be no oblivion for you.

Where you go, life follows.

Before you came back, Madrid was dead.

Now there's a heartbeat.

My heartbeat.

Juan, take me with you.

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