Alatriste Page #4

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Except you.

I'm sorry.

A pity.

Well...

Death's but a formality.

I have things to do.

I'll see you on the beach.

I'm not going.

Why not?

The Inquisition's after me.

They've already arrested

my father and my brother...

The torture...

I can't take it...

They've nothing on you.

You were a soldier

and are innocent.

Luis Pereira, I arrest you

in the name of the Holy Office.

God's will is done.

God has nothing to do with this.

Nothing!

You're late.

A matter detained me.

A matter of blood?

What did you want to tell me?

You seem in a hurry.

Perhaps my company discomforts you.

No, I have some business

to attend to.

You should know that you have

some inconvenient friends.

Friends who are enemies

of my friends.

Captain Alatriste

is my business.

Mine alone.

Stay with me.

I cannot.

You must not go

to that appointment.

Mustn't I?

Tell me why not.

Because I cannot marry a corpse.

This group will go first

and board the stern.

And the leaders?

Who will they be?

Sebastian will board

the prow, I'll be astern.

That's good with me.

Glad to hear it.

No prisoners are to be taken.

There will be no plunder.

And no-one...

under any circumstance,

is to go down into the hold.

Good luck.

Ambush!

Take cover!

Sh*t!

Sh*t!

I'm late. Sorry.

Diego...

We're fools.

Mother of God!

Diego.

It cannot be.

And you?

No.

A pity.

Yes.

I had to try.

You know that, don't you?

Yes, I know.

We all love once.

Or several times.

Then one day it stops happening.

And that's all.

As simple as that?

As difficult as that.

Look, Inigo...

She's true to her own kind.

And I to mine.

Really?

Tell me about it.

Angelica de Alquezar

is my business.

All right.

Sit down.

They wouldn't allow it,

even if she wanted to.

She has her obligations.

What do you mean by that?

That I too have mine?

God! There are rules.

What rules?

Those of a captain

who's not a captain?

Or those of a sword-for-hire

who kills even his friends?

I expect we'll meet in Madrid.

Well, well.

If it isn't Captain Alatriste!

I see your acts of charity

extend to visiting the sick.

I'm a good Catholic.

Have you come to kill me?

Or do you wait for the consequences

of your latest adventures

to catch up with you?

There's no need

to tell me anything.

I know full well

who's behind it all.

Then...

let us proceed.

I'd greatly appreciate your trying

to use that pistol or your sword.

Not a chance.

Can you really

not move from that bed?

Come, Captain.

You sound like a nun of St. Clare.

Don't let your conscience

trouble you now.

You're right.

Say your prayers.

I never waste my time

on such nonsense.

Go ahead.

Good day to your worship.

His Majesty wishes you

to have this chain.

Must I wait all day?

Why are you dressed as a man?

That's prohibited.

Would you have me come out at night

in a skirt and farthingale?

Do you still feel

resentful towards me?

I may have saved your life.

While I betrayed

those close to me?

I also lost some who were

close to me. Then we are even.

It's not the same, Angelica.

No.

But I'm sure you didn't call me

just to scold me.

The other day,

-you said...

-I know what I said.

And I maintain it.

But you'll agree that

it won't be an easy matter.

I know.

I expect you know

I'm lady-in-waiting to the queen

and that she is fond of me.

What is your point?

There is a vacancy for second

lieutenant in the Royal Guard...

but that time is not now.

What is now for?

Now is the time

to be free, Angelica.

You free from your obligations,

and I from mine.

There is a place where we can go.

Tomorrow a galleon

sets sail for Naples.

It will take passengers.

Don't do that.

I can't think.

l've spoken to the queen

and the vacancy is yours.

In 2 to 3 years

you could make captain...

We'd never have

to hide from people again.

Naples?

Yes.

Together.

Inigo, you must take that vacancy.

No.

Then there's no more to be said.

From this moment on,

you are dead to me.

God! It's cold as a Lutheran!

Yes, it is.

It chills the soul.

Look what we've become, Captain.

Now a country of beggars,

once the centre of the universe.

I curse the day I placed my pen

at the service of Olivares,

that tyrant and descendant of

the Jews who now suck Spain dry.

Calm down.

Calm down, you say?

Haven't you heard

the news of the war in France?

While Cardinal Richelieu

spurs his king to lead his armies,

Olivares has turned ours into

a prisoner and a palace puppet,

while he robs the poor

and humiliates our nobles.

Come now, don Francisco.

Our infantry need money,

not a king to lead them.

The money those "humiliated" nobles

spend on festivities and hunts.

And as for the poor,

what can I say?

In Spain, poverty

has always been commonplace,

whoever governs, whether

count-dukes or Virgin Marys.

So now you support Olivares?

Come, don Francisco.

We've known each other

too long for that.

Yes, that's true.

My apologies, Captain.

You know I did not mean it.

Yes, I know.

Take my arm,

the ground is icy.

Any news of Inigo?

Yes.

But you won't like it.

This is a very valuable piece.

Pure Indies gold.

Rest assured,

I did not steal it.

I believe you but even so...

I don't want you to buy it,

only to exchange it for a necklace.

You could exchange this chain

for several necklaces.

Maybe so, but I only need one.

You'll lose in the exchange.

That's my business.

A necklace for a lady...

That's right.

The lady in question must be...

truly beautiful.

Am I right?

You are right.

So much the better.

That makes things easier.

I would not abuse your trust...

but would I be

mistaken in assuming

that with this gift

Your Worship is thinking of,

shall we say...

a future with this lovely lady?

No.

You would not be mistaken.

Then it can only be this one.

Good morning, Diego.

Can we talk?

We can.

I am charged to give you a warning.

Well, here I am.

You must change mares, Diego.

The saddle's occupied.

By whom?

I cannot tell you.

- By whom?

- No.

I said by whom!

I cannot tell you, Diego.

I beg you not to proceed.

Who says so?

One who can.

I would not argue with

Your Excellency. Let me pass.

She cannot and will not see you.

That's for me to confirm.

Would you ruin

your life for an actress?

Her occupation matters not.

You'll have to kill me first.

Move aside,

or I shall.

Alba, Varela, Sessa

and don Fadrique now oppose him.

Even Guadalmedina

has distanced himself.

Olivares' time has come.

His days are numbered.

You must stay away

from court conspiracies.

Donate 1OO, OOO ducats

to the war with France.

That will satisfy the king

and appease the tyrant,

who by now must

have heard of your actions.

Prudence is now the best policy.

The count-duke could crush us

and no-one would lift

a finger to help us.

Not even the queen.

You are not a Grandee.

But you will be one soon.

As will your children

and your children's children.

The queen wishes you

to marry Count Guadalmedina.

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