The Devil's Brother Page #5

and we must remember...

I remember nothing else

except that I love you...

...and I can't stand the temptation

of being near you.

Pamela, I... I can't give you up.

- And yet I dare not stay.

- Oh, but, milord...

...I've come to depend on you

for the only light and gaiety in my life.

Surely we can still be friends?

Do you think, with the perfume

of your hair, the light in your eyes...

...the nearness of your lovely self

always tempting me...

...that we can be friends?

Let me look at you.

You're spiffed.

Look at you.

Pull yourself together.

Let's get out of here.

Put that ladder back and come on.

Oh, Pamela, I don't want to remember

you in these formal silks and satins.

I want to remember you as you were last

night on the balcony in the moonlight...

...with your hair framing

your lovely face like a halo...

...and your soft, clinging robe

caressing your white skin.

Would it please milord very much

to see me in that robe again?

It would mean everything

in the world to me.

Now, you sit right down here and

don't dare turn around until I call you.

What's the matter with you?

I'm spiffed.

Do you want everybody to know it?

Now, brace up.

My son.

You... You were gonna have me stuffed.

Oh, Lorenzo.

Do you remember...?

For a servant there's no denying

There's a shape that's not much amiss

There's no cause

I fancy for sighing

When one boasts such a figure as this

I'm sure, I'm sure

There are some more...

That song.

Why, my dear, all men sing

when they're in their cups.

You don't understand.

I sang that song last night

while undressing...

...never dreaming that anyone was near.

Well?

If he was close enough

to hear that song...

...maybe he knows

who stole the medallion.

I see.

Well, now we are getting someplace.

Where did you hear that song

you were singing?

Answer my question

or I'll place you under arrest.

Please, sir, we haven't done anything.

Tell me where you heard that song

or I'll throw you into prison. Both of you.

You leave us alone.

If you don't, I'll tell Diavolo about you.

He doesn't mean Diavolo, sir.

He means the Marquis de San Marco.

Lieutenant.

Place a guard around the inn.

Let no one leave here without my order.

Attention.

Outside and surround the inn.

On guard.

On yonder rock reclining

That fierce and swarthy form behold

Fast his hand his carbine hold

- Diavolo.

- Diavolo.

Tremble!

Meanwhile the storm is beating

Afar hear echo repeating

Diavolo, Diavolo, Diavolo

- Mine, Diavolo.

- Come on.

Arrest this man. Also his servants.

Wait a minute.

Come on, you too.

And now give me the jewels.

- Oh, milord. Milord.

- Yes. Who? What? What?

- Your jewels have been returned.

- My jewels have been returned?

Where are they?

Where are they?

What is this? My jewels.

Liar. Thief.

Milord, if it's not asking too much,

the captain would appreciate his reward.

Reward? Reward? But... But, my dear, I

never travel with so much money on me.

However, I shall communicate

with my solicitor.

But, milord, it's very important

that we... He has the money now.

Oh, milord, excuse me.

As the captain has other plans for me,

and as I have a little money of my own...

...allow me to advance the reward.

But I forbid it.

I want to be under no obligation to you.

You are under no obligations to me.

My...

- Father Matteo.

- My son.

Milord.

What kept you so long, my marquis?

Have you anything to say

before you are shot?

- No.

- No, sir.

Squad, ready.

Aim.

- Well?

- Please, may I blow my nose?

Hurry up, then.

Diavolo!

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