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What happened here? A dragon!
Who are you trying to fool? Everyone knows what you came from.
Until very recently... you were a whore.
The blacksmith's is for sale.
- Where did you get the bracelet? - It belongs to the Countess of Abrantes.
- I found it in the lounge. - It has an inscription.
'Always yours.' It has sentimental value for the countess.
There is a small inn on the other side of the Forest of Los Negrales.
It will be at our disposal tonight.
- I'll be there. - Hey!
I need help. My master has fallen from his horse
- and he won't wake up. - My name is Eva de Almeida.
I own this house.
- Is that better? - Where did you learn to do this?
We found the queen's carriage in the Forest of Los Negrales.
It was completely burned.
- What about her? - She has disappeared.
Cardinal, what was the queen doing out of the palace at night
- and with such a small escort? - Go back to the forest.
And kill that thing, whatever it is!
Madam, the Countess of Abrantes' hairdresser is here.
They're emeralds and they can all be yours.
The countess has a lover.
Master...
- Good morning. - Good morning, Sátur.
You haven't shown up at the palace for two days.
I know that what happened the other day wasn't right
but let's not give more importance to things than they have.
For me, a kiss is important, Irene.
Erase it from your mind, please.
Tell me...
How did she approach you? Because I haven't heard anything.
- Tell me, tell me! - What do you mean, tell?
- Tell me! - I won't go into details.
One of you has stolen a gold bracelet
but you'll return it.
They've taken the queen of the Spanish empire!
We'll find her.
What is it?
The lock's been forced.
I swear I left it there.
- Are you okay? - Yes.
Something's not right, Sátur.
Wait. I must be the one who kills him.
I'm the Count of Abrantes.
I received an anonymous letter accusing the marquis
of stealing a gold bracelet from my wife.
- Mariana! - Felipe!
A button that I found in the garden of your friend.
- 'M.A.' - Mariana of Austria!
- Who do you work for, Eva? - For the highest bidder.
In this case, the English.
Goodbye, Gonzalo de Montalvo.
Nobody calls my wife an adulteress. I demand to clear my honor in a duel.
- Pick up the weapon and get up! - Coward.
That's it, Sátur. The north points to the south.
You have to turn it around.
'One of the infant's nursemaids will leave the Royal Palace next spring.'
'Their Majesties the king and queen will seek a replacement thereafter.'
[Red Eagle]
- That's mine, too? - Yes, sir.
Everything belongs to the marquis up to that pile of stones.
I don't understand why we have so much land and so little income.
We should raise more from the peasants.
They pay the amount the marquise stipulated.
Then we'll have to invent another tax.
What's the problem?
Marquis of Santillana?
How I can help you?
Our master sent us.
The Count of Abrantes.
Pick up that gun and get up!
What do you want from me?
Nobody calls the count a cuckold without paying for it.
What will you do to me? Please...
Help me. Help me!
- Help me! - Us, nothing.
What are you going to do?
- The pigs are going to devour you. - No, please!
Please! Money, I'll give you money.
All the money you may want. No, please!
Please!
Are you leaving?
They look hungry.
They'll eat you soon.
What are you waiting for?
Kill him! Kill him!
Come on, you cowards!
Good morning, Sátur.
Can you tell me where you're coming from?
Why didn't you tell me anything?
I stepped out to empty my chamber pot. I got back and the horse wasn't there.
- I couldn't sleep. - Excuse me, but that's no excuse.
We've been together on this since we started.
But not you. You've gone where the skeletons are, without me.
In the end I didn't go.
- Didn't you go to the Devil's Mouth? - No, Sátur.
I had to save the marquis. Some pigs were about to kill him.
Then you did it in a rush. This happened in a blink.
In my village, a woman forgot her boy next to the pigs.
When she came back, not even the rattle remained.
Sátur?
They've brought this for you.
- For me? - Yes.
Are you all right?
Yes, it's nothing, just that my father is dead.
They brought him from Florence
to bury him among the servants of the nobleman he served.
- I'm sorry. - Sorry about what?
Don't be sorry at all. I barely knew him.
Does it say when the funeral takes place?
It does, it does.
But what does it matter?
Hey, Sátur, I'd like to accompany you.
Well, don't bother. I'm not going.
- Sátur, he's your father. - My what?
Having children doesn't make you a father.
I... I'll go stack the straw.
Won't you open the trunk?
A lute?
What the hell do I want a lute for?
It is clear that your father wanted you to have it.
He didn't take care of us his entire life.
And now he sends me this miserable inheritance?
What for? To remind us that we were starving
while he was just performing the lute?
Come on, come on.
Congratulations, dear.
Your Majesty, everything's ready to begin the shows
offered on the occasion of your saint's day.
Fireworks at the gate of Toledo...
a chamber concert at the Royal Palace...
Theater in Buen Retiro, bulls in the Plaza Mayor
and dances
just like every year.
I'm bored.
I'm sick of seeing the same thing over and over again.
They spent months preparing, Your Majesty.
But if you want another show, you just have to order it.
Order it? Me?
Does nobody have imagination enough to entertain their king?
What did you expect, Felipe?
What did I expect?
Since I don't have enough money to invade England or to expand my empire
I expected to at least be entertained on the day of my saint's day.
Is it too much to ask?
I won't attend any of these events.
But, Your Majesty
no monarch has ever done such a thing.
I will order them to cancel all of the shows.
Your Eminence...
this came for you.
Serious problems with merchandise from Florence.
Prepare my carriage, immediately.
And why didn't you defend yourself?
Mother, they could've killed me. They threw me for the pigs to eat.
We are the laughingstock of the court. They treat us like idiots.
Mother, look at me.
Do you think I don't realize that?
Yesterday we had to leave the theater because everyone whispered as we passed.
Madam, the water is ready.
What's the use of so many titles? What?
I didn't spend my whole life fighting to end up locked in this palace
wearing my jewelry just for the servants.
Good morning. What happened?
Well, they...
Well... I tripped in the garden, and I fell into the pond.
Catalina, tell the maids and the hairdresser that
I don't need them to prepare anything for tomorrow after all.
The king has canceled all his engagements for his saint's day.
What do you mean he canceled them?
My uncle told me so. He seems to be very bored.
- He's bored? - He says he's sick of seeing
the same celebrations year after year.
He's tired of seeing the same thing.
I'm going to change. Will you come with me?
Excuse me.
Well...
Mother?
Mother, why are you smiling?
Because if anyone knows how to entertain men, that's me.
Be it the king or whomever it is.
Mother.
You're not thinking of offering yourself to the king, right?
Mother, tell me it isn't so, please.
I'll organize something big. A show like they used to have.
A Roman circus.
- A Roman circus? - Yes.
Men fighting in the arena till death.
No king would reject something like that.
Sátur.
- If you want to talk about it... - Give me a break, Master.
Since we left home, you've haven't stopped preaching to me that I don't feel well.
I'm not just well, I'm absolutely fine.
I don't want to talk about anything
because I have nothing to talk about, right?
No, Sátur. I won't accept it.
- What? - You spent the whole way avoiding it
but it's still your father's funeral, and I don't think you don't care.
Let's see. How can I say this?
Do you know the most messed up thing about this?
You know what was gnawing at my mind all day long?
Knowing that I would feel more sorrow if my neighbor died
than the person who gave me life.
Sometimes we deny our feelings
but this doesn't mean we don't have them.
No. Master, no.
To feel sorry for losing something
you need to have had it in the first place.
I still think you should have gone.
What?
You don't hear me when I speak, do you?
When I speak, your mind goes somewhere else.
- There's no other explanation. - Sátur, I know you.
If you don't say goodbye to him, you'll regret it the rest of your life.
I'll put the north where the north is.
Let's see if we can find this treasure for once.
Wait!
We don't know what might happen when we rotate it.
My God!
Master, be careful.
A key!
What the hell does this open?
[To His Majesty, King Felipe IV.]
Mother, I've been mulling over the issue of the Roman circus for a while.
I'm not sure. Do you think it's a good idea?
Jacobo, you almost got killed this morning.
What does that have to do with it?
Listen, Son.
In this life, there are only two ways to be at the top.
They must respect you or fear you.
And we should change things
or we'll never manage to be in either position.
Besides, I've already hired the professional fighters.
But then they will fight each other?
But how could you think that? How can they fight each other?
In ancient Rome, a few put up the show
and the others gave the blood.
Here it's the same.
All we need is to get the victims.
But they will die. Where will you find people who will do such a thing?
Trust your mother.
How are we going to get the king to accept?
He's suspended all the festivities they planned for his saint's day...
He'll attend.
We'll send this to him.
There's no self-respecting Roman circus
without an emperor to preside over it.
Mother, maybe it's nonsense, but maybe we could engrave our names here
in big letters, so it's easy to read them
so he'll always remember who gave it to him.
I knew from childhood that you had a hidden talent.
I didn't know where or what, but I knew.
Seamstress!
- Did you call, madam? - How divine!
I've never seen so much gold together.
You have to take it to the jeweler to engrave our names.
The Marquis of Santillana and his illustrious mother
- or something to fit. - I want it done right away.
- Very good. - Go as soon as possible.
- Have her accompany you. - Yes, madam.
Take great care.
Tomorrow this jewel will crown the king's head.
Yes, madam.
A key.
Do you know how many locks there must be in the world?
We've passed Aljete Crossing. This road doesn't lead home.
We're not heading home, Sátur.
Where are we going?
You'll soon see.
You're always stalling.
You're unable to say anything concrete. You seem Galician.
It's here.
I can't believe it.
I can't believe you brought me here.
This is a dirty trick, Master. What do you intend?
You have to know where your father is buried.
All right. I know now.
- I'm going home now. - Sátur.
Leave me alone, Master.
What do you care?
Why don't you respect me?
Because I know you, and I know you're not well.
Stop pretending that all this doesn't matter to you.
Here, all the servants of the Earl of Maceda are buried.
One of them has to be your father.
Sátur, are you going to sit there or are you going to help me look for him?
To look for him?
Me?
All right, let's look for him.
He's not here.
Or here. He's not here.
This is for all my bones they broke at the orphanage.
This is for all the crap I learned in the street.
And this is for my mother.
For leaving her to die alone.
Dog!
And this...
Sátur!
- Are you okay? - Yes.
I've got you.
Easy, Master.
Come on!
Where's your father's coffin?
Do you read the Bible, Son?
In the Book of Exodus
there's a tremendous reading. I recommend it.
The following words are said:
'A life for a life.
An eye for an eye.
A tooth for a tooth.'
Which is to say
you've lost my finger
now it's your turn to lose yours.
No, Your Eminence. Please don't!
Take him away.
Have you heard of Saint Peter's Finger?
Is it the relic that was stolen in Italy last month?
One of the most venerated by Christianity.
Why should I care?
Because I was the one who paid for it to be stolen.
The person who was to deliver it to me has betrayed me.
Your Eminence, stealing this finger could send you to the gallows.
Why risk so much?
There is a foreign nobleman willing to pay a fortune for it.
I'll be very generous with you
if you help me find it.
The person who stole it
should have brought it to me in a carriage from Florence
but there were problems in the exchange.
What kind of problems?
He tried to blackmail my messenger.
He should pay three times more than what was agreed, or else, no relic.
What did your messenger do?
He killed him.
A stupid act he paid dearly for, as you've just seen.
How many people were with him in the carriage?
- He could have given it to one of them. - The driver, an old priest
and the coffin of a man that was to be buried in the village.
But we found nothing.
Did you look in the coffin?
What do you think, Sheriff?
Then, Your Eminence, I don't know of what help I can be to you.
Apparently there was a chest with the estate of the deceased.
But when my men arrived, it was gone.
You think he hid the relic there?
Find out who was the recipient of that chest and get it back.
- No matter what. - Your Eminence.
What's gotten into Sátur?
He came into the house looking as white as milk.
Well, the death of his father, Cipri.
Sátur is very affected by it.
Right, what a life it is for those of us who are poor.
We don't have the body for so many sores.
Gonzalo.
What is it?
The inn, that's it.
They already have a buyer.
Sorry.
I know how much it means to you.
Maybe it's not the right time, but can't you...
can you lend me some money?
Maybe they could still sell it to me.
I can make a deposit...
You know that if I had some I'd give it to you.
I know that.
Sorry, I just...
I just want a living for the future, that's all.
I know that.
What is it?
That face...
It seems familiar to me, but...
but I don't know why.
Let's go home, Cipri.
Come on, show me how the names have been engraved.
If they aren't clear enough to read, Sagrario will yell the roof off.
Some mess we're going to get in. Let's see. Let's see, look.
Very good. 'Marquis of Santillana
and his illustrious mother.' All right.
If nothing else, the lady is really original.
Man, original. Let me do it. I'll take it.
When the king gets this present, he'll fall flat on his back.
Look! The taffeta the madam asked us to bring.
- Didn't she tell you what it was for? - Not me.
She'd dare to dress as Helen of Troy.
Yes, and her son as Nero.
I'm already imagining the picture! I wouldn't miss it!
How do you like it?
Well, I like it well.
If not, I'll make use of it for a petticoat.
- She doesn't throw out anything. - No way.
- So should we take it? - Yes.
- How much? - How much do you want?
How much do I want? Well, I don't know.
How much do we want?
The crown.
- What? - The crown. I left it here. It got stolen.
Don't tell me that! It got stolen!
This one is sort of malnourished.
I don't want him.
And him? This one has one foot in the grave.
Take these two and bring me more
but don't bring me old donkeys.
I want them healthy and in good shape.
Madam, to bring more men would be dangerous.
The danger comes in the price, you useless thing. Here.
Do as I say.
Mother, what's all this filth doing here?
I introduce to you those who will die in the arena, Son.
- Where did you get them? - They are my prisoners.
I remind you, Sheriff, I'm preparing a show for the king.
- Who allowed you to take them? - How much for all of them?
I remind you that they're condemned to death.
You can't dispose of them as you please.
I'm doing you a double favor, Sheriff.
I'm releasing you of your task
and saving you the cost of the rope and ax.
You should be more grateful.
- Take them to the dungeon. - Yes, sir.
You've heard him. Get them out.
Come on!
Come on, hurry!
If you ever bribe one of my men again
or interfere with my work
you'll be the one to step on the gallows.
Mother, now what do we do?
No one will volunteer for this carnage.
Who wouldn't want to delight His Majesty?
What are you talking about?
There are always people desperate to get some money, Son.
Who cares about money when you're going to die?
They'll kill them, Mother!
And who said that they have to know that?
Do you remember me?
I am your father.
I was looking for you.
Sátur, I'll find those who desecrated the grave of your father.
But there's something I don't understand.
Who would want to take the coffin of a servant?
It makes no sense.
Let it go, Master. Let it be.
No, we have to find out if your father had any enemies
- or if someone wanted to hurt him. - I told you to let it be.
If this wasn't your father's body, you'd help me.
But it is!
I won't waste a second of my life
searching for the body of that man. Do you hear me?
Not a single one.
And tell me...
what's the use of that grudge to you?
Well, I can use that grudge to...
to remember that I don't want to be like him.
Maybe your father made some mistakes, but...
you can't blame him for the rest of your life.
Where are you going?
To sell this.
And I hope that for once you fail on your mission
because that man doesn't deserve to rest in peace.
Are you sure you didn't see anyone in the shop?
Someone had to have taken it.
Who cares who has it?
I lost the golden crown that they were going to give to the king.
Well, drink a little and relax.
We'll think of a solution.
Yes... what? Tell me that.
By now, they've surely sold it, melted it down, or whatever.
When the madam finds out she'll run me over.
Well, woman, we've been robbed.
- I think if we explain... - Really?
How can we explain it?
It seems incredible that you don't know her ways.
I just don't know what to do.
- I don't know what to do, Catalina. - Look...
Go to the street and look for it again.
I'm going to the palace, and I'll say...
that the jeweler told us to wait until tomorrow.
Then I'll come back and we'll think of something.
But what are we going to think of?
We have no crown and no money to buy another.
Tell me, what are we to think about?
I'm dead.
Hey, Margarita.
Look at me. Look at me!
You've always been by my side
and now we're together in this.
I won't let anything happen to you. Understand?
Do you understand?
That's it.
I'm going upstairs to get my shawl, then we can leave.
Aunt.
- Alonso, what are you doing there? - What is it?
- Were you listening? - No.
No, I haven't heard a thing. I just came to see Murillo.
Will you tell me what happened?
Nothing, Son. Palace stuff.
But don't worry, it'll be sorted out.
- Come, shall we go? - Yes, yes.
- What, are you looking for Murillo? - Yes.
There you go. Murillo, Son.
If you leave, close the door.
Have you seen this? They're handing them out in the square.
- What is it? - They're looking for actors
for a performance that will take place tomorrow.
They pay good enough.
A Roman circus.
Sounds great.
- Yes? - Sorry...
I came to sign up for the show.
Have you ever fought?
Yeah, well, I know some moves, the simple ones.
- It will suffice. - I heard they pay...
- they pay very well. - 50 reales.
- 50 reales? - After the fight.
I'll sign up without a second thought.
No need to sign anything. Come with me.
Excuse me, but I'm not used to theater.
Indeed they get serious in rehearsals.
Are those the weapons we'll use?
I thought they'd be made of wood so as not to hurt us.
The fight is to the death.
What?
What do you mean to death?
No, listen, I'm sorry...
I knew nothing about this! Hey, no, no!
What are you doing? Let me go! Let me go!
I knew nothing of this! Let me go! Let me go!
Thank you.
Thanks to you.
It meant a lot to my servant for you to bring his father's legacy.
Armando and I worked together for the Earl of Maceda since we were kids.
It's the least I could do for him.
As I understand, Armando left for Italy a few months ago.
Yes, the count took his whole household with him to Florence.
I remained here, guarding his palace. I was lucky.
By the way, where's his son? I'd like to meet him.
I didn't see him at the funeral.
No, he would have loved to go, but ultimately he couldn't.
Were there many people at the funeral?
Just me.
Who else would attend? Armando had no one.
Do you know if someone wanted to hurt him?
I don't think so, sir.
He was only a servant. Why do you ask?
No, no reason.
Sátur would like to know everything about his father.
- I hardly knew him. - There's little to know.
Armando wasn't a bad man.
When he wasn't working
he played his lute.
I hope that God has him in his glory.
Now, if I may, I have to return to the palace of the count.
I understand. And thanks again for coming here.
Armando always wrote to me while he was on a trip.
I thought that his son would like to save them
as a memory.
Of course. Thanks.
Don't forget to give them to him. In many of them, he talks about his son.
I'll give them to him. I'll show you out.
Let this be the last time I bathe among weeds.
Yuck!
I won't say how far in they're stuck.
They're rose petals, madam. I thought you'd like them.
They are most coveted among women of high rank.
Madam.
His Majesty, Felipe IV, sends this missive.
Thank you.
- The king will attend the Roman circus. - What?
He's coming! Jacobo, we've succeeded.
Do you realize? Tomorrow we'll be in all the papers.
We should frame it and hang it in the hall
to show that we rubbed shoulders with the king.
The most important thing now, is to make sure everything goes perfectly.
Go upstairs to try on the outfit you'll wear tomorrow.
Do I really have to wear the suit you've chosen for me?
Of course you have to.
Shouldn't I wear something rather more appropriate for the occasion?
I was thinking that a white tunic wouldn't suit me too badly.
Jacobo, Son...
In the sentence
'We have to earn the respect of the court'
what part didn't you understand?
- Madam... - Finally you're back.
What about the crown? Did you bring it?
The jeweler says he can't finish engraving the names until tomorrow.
How can this be? I gave you enough money to pay for the rush!
Yes, madam, and so I insisted.
But he says he has a lot of work to do.
Tomorrow I have to give the crown to the king.
I already told him so in the invitation!
You, bring me my clothes. That jeweler will hear from me.
No, madam.
I mean, if he's as busy as it seems
it's best to allow him to work at night.
Lest the discussion takes up too much time for him to finish it.
I don't care if you have to stay up all night at the door of jeweler
but when it's gets finished
you bring it here to me.
Yes, madam.
Come on.
Sir, sir...
Sorry to bother you.
I've been to your house, and your servant told me
that you're delivering something to the church.
Tell me.
Well... do you remember the crown that
we brought this morning for you to engrave?
The one from the Marquis of Santillana?
How much would one exactly like it cost?
More than you could afford in three lives, madam.
I'll pay in installments. Please, it's very important.
I am a jeweler, not a moneylender.
If you want a crown, you'll have to pay in cash.
I swear I'll pay for it.
Just allow me a little time to get the money. I promise.
Sorry.
Thank you.
Wait a moment.
If you are so desperate, something occurred to me.
Say it.
You can give me something I want more than money.
What's that?
Sir...
Shut up, shut up!
Shut up.
- Alonso, what are you doing here? - What happened?
- Nothing. Let's go home. - No!
You were talking about money. And before, you were crying.
Are you going to tell me what happened?
I lost something very important
and I need money to get it back.
- Let's go home. - How much?
A lot, Alonso, a lot.
Don't tell anyone, not your father or anyone else.
I want to fix this myself.
Come home.
Alonso, come on.
Come home.
Come on, son.
In the end, you didn't sell it.
Nobody wants it.
Not that I didn't try.
It's not even good enough to sell.
Not that I'm surprised, on account of the bad times.
Who wants to buy a little guitar?
They would like the box better than the instrument.
Maybe you should keep it.
Sure, and become a troubadour.
Master, don't start again.
I was talking to a friend of your father.
A servant who worked with him.
So?
Was the secret of the corpse revealed?
No.
But he gave me this, for you.
They're letters that he wrote when he was traveling.
Very nice.
I'm not interested.
Apparently your father traveled extensively with his master, too.
What exactly do you mean by that?
That we already have something in common?
Probably more than you think.
That we are both servants?
And we went to bed with a prostitute and left her pregnant?
I'm going to bed.
Good night.
Get some rest.
What do you want? What is it?
I don't know how to fight.
I haven't fought in my life. What will I do out there?
Better not to know how to fight.
The agony will be less.
I have to keep living.
I can't leave her alone. She doesn't deserve this.
Your wife?
My son is about to be born.
I'll never see his face.
They'll think I abandoned them.
This afternoon we'll all die out there
and nobody will ever know.
It's probably written down somewhere.
Today was our day.
God.
No.
Why did you lock me in here?
Cipri!
Cipri, what's happening? I thought this...
What's going on?
Cipri, answer me!
What will they do to us?
Cipri!
Cipri, tell me something!
Squeeze.
Squeeze more.
More! Squeeze more!
Madam, it looks pretty tight already.
You might run out of air in the middle of the show.
The king is coming to a festival that I organized.
I have to be dazzling, so squeeze.
And you, daub me with these powders all over my body.
And perfume, lots of perfume, so you can smell me from afar.
Mother, what do you think?
That they're going to fall on their asses when they see us.
Son, recall this day well.
Today we will earn the respect of the whole court.
Have you decided what gem you want to wear?
Clean them all.
In this life, the more gold, the more class you show.
Mother, it'll seem like our crowning.
Speaking of crowns
where the hell is the seamstress
and the other, the one with the sad face?
Excuse me, madam, but the jeweler
finished engraving the names just now.
Let this be the last time you make me wait.
Let's see the crown.
Let's see how it looks.
- What's wrong with you? - Nothing, madam.
I like it. The writing is very...
- very original. - Really? Let's see?
Yes.
Well, now get neat and clean yourselves.
You'll accompany me.
It looks nice for ladies of rank to bring maidens.
Off you go. Come on.
She didn't notice.
The madam didn't, but the king will.
It's just four iron plates covered with gold leaf, Catalina.
His Majesty won't be fooled by the work of a blacksmith.
Who are you?
What do you want from me?
I haven't done anything. Let me go, for God's sake.
What will you do to me?
Calm down. We won't hurt you.
Just tell us where you have it, and you'll return safely to your home.
Where I have what? I don't know what you're talking about.
No?
- No. - Are you sure?
- It must be a mistake. - Where's the relic?
- What relic? - The finger of Saint Peter.
I don't know what finger you're talking about. I don't know about that.
I think you do.
Remember this?
You had it here inside.
Was there something inside the lute?
- I knew nothing. I swear to God. - What have you done with it?
Have you sold it? Have you hidden it? Where is it?
- Where? - I don't know...
You will.
Ever heard of the trough?
No.
An ancient Persian ordeal.
Don't hurt me.
What are you going to do to me?
What are you going to do?
Let me go!
Come on, Sátur! Get up!
Sátur?
We still have a chance to live.
We have to go out and fight.
But what are you saying, Alonso?
Once we get out there, there is nothing to do.
Nobody gets out of here alive.
I'm good with a sword. I can fight.
When have you fought?
With whom?
Gabi and Murillo?
This is real life.
These people make a living from killing.
So what do we do?
Just sit here crying?
If we give up now, we'll have lost before even going out.
I'm a baker. I've never fought in my life.
- And I'm a carpenter. - It doesn't matter!
Do you have nothing to live for?
I'm going out to the arena, and I'll fight for my life.
That's just what he wants.
To see us fight until our last breath.
I won't let them enjoy my death.
We're going out.
Let's get out of here!
Come on.
Alonso, step through. Get out!
Where are you taking me?
Let me go, for God's sake!
I don't know anything about that relic!
Let me go!
Why?
Let me go!
What's that? What are those holes for?
So you can put your hands, feet, and head through them.
Why? Why? What will you do to me?
We'll daub you with honey. Forest vermin will do the rest.
Apparently the eyes are the last organ they devour.
So you can see them slowly eating you.
No! No!
- No! - Take off his shoes!
No! No!
Have mercy, Sheriff!
No!
I know nothing of that finger!
The good thing is that this torture is so slow
- that it'll give you time to reconsider. - No!
If you remember where the relic is, tell my men.
No! I've never seen it!
Help!
Let me go, for God's sake!
I know nothing.
No.
No, please don't.
No!
I ask you, for God's sake.
No!
Let me go!
Go.
Get away.
Go.
Get away.
Get away!
Go away, dammit! Get out of here!
Go!
For pity's sake!
Get out...
Thank you.
Thank you, Master.
It seems that there are still subjects
who know how to entertain their king.
Without needing to go into his bedroom, you mean.
I still don't understand why you shaved off your mustache
- with the presence it gave you. - Well, I like it this way, Mother.
In addition, the Duchess of Pita blinked her eyes at me.
No way. Surely the sun was in front of her, blinding her.
Have you seen the king and how much he's enjoying it?
We did it, Son.
Mother, do you think he'll invite me to go
hunting with him in El Escorial after this?
Of course.
I can see you riding with him in the history books.
Yes.
The bad thing is that he doesn't have marriageable daughters.
- Yes. - Hush, hush.
- They're delivering the crown to him. - He sends you this present.
A laurel wreath.
Very clever.
Mother, the king is saluting us.
Yes, I see it, Son. I see.
Smile at him and look into his eyes.
He didn't notice. He didn't notice, Catalina.
Of course not, woman.
I told you that the blacksmith did a fine job, very fine.
Well, you can breathe again.
Now let's enjoy the show.
- Me? - I have no desire for shows
after the night we went through.
Woman, for once we come to a thing so beautiful, outdoors.
Let's enjoy it, right?
Everything is ready.
Just waiting for your signal, Felipe.
Let these games begin.
Good thing you came, Master.
If not, bugs and wolves wouldn't have left a scrap of me.
- I'll help you take it. - No, Sátur.
You must relax. Sit down.
- I'll do it. - I can't stay here!
- They're about to come. - Who are you talking about?
That brother of yours, and His Eminence.
They left the torture half-way. Don't you see?
Nobody's coming to get you, Sátur.
I found the relic
and sent it to the cardinal with an anonymous letter.
You're safe.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
Relax.
What an itch!
How did you find me?
- It's like you smelled me out. - I found a piece of uniform
and it led me to the sheriff's guards.
It wasn't very difficult to get from them where you were.
Bloody hell. I think I have a beetle inside or something.
What I can't understand
is what the little finger of a saint has to do with my father.
I don't know.
I think I know. In addition to leaving my mother
he was also a crook.
It's impossible that your father stole the relic.
How do you know that?
The finger was inside the lute.
Your father died a week before the finger was stolen.
So...
Someone put it there.
I think they used your father.
What do you mean they used him?
Sure, that's why they dug him up.
What about the body? Have you found it?
It will be hard to find.
But I'll search for it. Don't worry.
- Why are you giving me this now? - I told you.
You should read them.
I'm going to the market to get an ointment for your wounds.
Stay here and...
and rest.
By the way, this morning I didn't see Alonso.
Do you know where he went?
No.
They killed them all.
- No one has survived. - Calm down, Alonso. Calm down.
I don't want to die.
That's not in our hands now.
I'm scared.
You three and you.
Get ready. You are the next ones.
Come on.
Come on!
Cipri.
Fight with honor.
- Finish at once, Master. For God's sake! - Sátur, if you scratch, it's worse.
The more you tell me, the more it itches!
We're almost done. Come on.
- Come on. It's over. - It's over, he says.
Hey, they covered me in tar!
See the lump that's formed on my brow!
Some bugs that landed on me were from another era!
If you let the ointment work, the swelling will go down. You'll see.
Dammit!
Who could think of putting a man in a box
to be devoured by beasts
all smeared with honey like a donut?
Sátur!
Yes, Master, yes, yes, yes.
I know!
With your permission, I'll rub my feet and hands
until my bunions bleed.
I still feel the wildlife grazing here.
- Sátur... - What?
Did you read the letters?
No.
Don't say anything. I'm off, since I see
you're going to give me another lecture.
- Are you the teacher? - Yes, what's happened?
Is Alonso your son?
Yes, what happened? Is he all right?
Is something wrong?
He's going to fight in the Roman circus.
At the theater show?
They cheated us.
What is it? What's happened?
It's not a performance.
These are fights to the death.
What do you mean by fights to the death?
Listen, what do you mean by fights to the death?
- I'm a coward. - Where's the circus?
- I ran away. - Where's the circus?
What's Cipri doing there?
No, I don't believe it.
Your Majesty, now comes the main event.
I can't wait to see it.
What is he doing there?
No!
Stop!
In the name of your king!
Cipri?
Cipri!
Cipri, Cipri...
Cipri.
Cipri?
Cipri!
Cipri. Cipri.
My love.
You're going to be fine.
My love.
You're going to be fine.
Look at me.
Don't go to sleep.
Here, here. Let me do it.
You could have warned me before going to that circus.
Sometimes you think very little of me.
How is Cipri?
With a welt on his belly, Master.
Worse than the Apennines and the Guadiana together. So much damage!
Don't worry.
- He'll recover. You'll see. - I hope so.
What I don't understand, and what I've been thinking about
is why the king stopped the fight when he saw Alonso.
I don't know.
Maybe he remembered that Alonso helped him save the princess.
Well, that's an ace in the hole.
Majesties may not be anything else, but grateful they are, a little.
Maybe after this they'll let us retire
or give us some land from those that can spare some.
I don't think the king has us on his mind.
Yeah.
What a couple of days we've been through, right?
I shit on the Persians, the Romans, and throughout the world map.
Sátur, go to sleep.
Tonight we won't go out.
Excuse me?
It was a tough day.
Are you really telling me that I can go to sleep?
But real sleep?
Not just to take a nap while out on the old nag?
Proper sleeping.
Thank you, Master. Thank you.
- Thank you! Yes, sorry, sorry. - My back.
Thank you on behalf of my entire body. Thank you.
Rest. I mean sleep.
Are you interested in the Templars?
It's her.
Her who? What do you mean?
The old woman in the street.
But before she was a beggar!
What old woman are you talking about?
Master, when you go into a trance, no one understands you.
Where are you going now?
Sleeping, did you say?
Shit, no one can sleep here!
Beatriz of Lens.
Your career looks immaculate.
Thank you, my queen.
You can sit.
Thank you.
Do you have children?
I love each of my wards as if they were my children
but if Her Majesty means natural children
no, Your Majesty.
May I?
No, no.
I have to talk to you privately.
Felipe.
I introduce to you one of the candidates to be the nurse for your child
Beatriz of Lens.
Your Majesty.
Beatriz of Lens.
I've never heard of you.
I've always worked in the French court, Your Majesty.
My work has always been discreet.
I hope you're aware of the importance of your task
if you are ultimately chosen.
I am, Your Majesty, and don't worry.
If I get the job, I'll be very capable of taking care of your son.
I've spent many years preparing for this.
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I'm Captain Patrick Walcott.
'Fontem veritatis.'
The fountain of truth.
I'm still not over the entrance he made in the palace gardens.
What's an Englishman doing in Spain?
Your Majesty, I want you to send me to war.
She's the daughter of the Count of Abrantes.
You're the one who killed her.
I'll organize some friendship games
between the English and the Spanish.
King Charles will not get out of them alive.
No!
We'll take her out of the palace tonight
so it looks like someone else has done it to her.
Gonzalo, this is Patrick, Captain Patrick.
The daughter of the Count of Abrantes has disappeared.
With the palace full of guards, how will we get her out?
- Sátur! - Come with me to England.