All language subtitles for The Prisoner of Zenda s01e05

Thank you.

Yes. Traitor.

Well?

Beg pardon, sir. It's the man.

Been some talk.

Talk?

That his majesty's dying, sir.

He is?

Tell the man the king's wound will soon
heal.

He's in no danger.

How is the young fool?

Suffering more from shock than anything
else, I think.

Did he eat at all?

No.

I warned him against that devil, Hensar.

Colonel, I think the men should be told.

They saw what happened. They know Hensar
attacked him.

They must realize by now it's Michael
who means the king harm.

If they should believe for one second
that Brassendale's not the king, we're

finished. They won't take kindly to
being tricked.

Are you in pain?

How long have I been asleep?

Some hours.

And the courier? The courier has been
dispatched. He should be in Streltsal by

now. And Hentha?

Hentha was not mentioned.

The report simply says you suffered in a
hunting accident. Nothing more.

Now lie back. You must rest.

Hurry.

Water? Grog, sir.

In that case...

No more has ever been asked of you,
lads, than to prove your devotion to the

king should the occasion arise.

I think you all know that moment has
come.

Aye, sir, and we'll read it.

When you were chosen for this exercise,
you were informed that a friend of the

king's was being forcibly confined
within the castle of Zender, and that

rescue was the objective of this
expedition.

Well, that was only half the truth.

Today isn't the first time an attempt
has been made on the king's life.

Black Michael.

Black Michael, indeed.

And that's the rest of the truth.

The king's main desire is that we should
help him to carry into effect certain

steps against his brother.

Feed him to the pigs, we hope.

The exact nature of what has to be done
needn't concern you.

But make no mistake about it.

This is war.

And the king's life is at stake.

It's just that I feel Rupert enjoys it
all too much.

He'd sooner cut a man's throat than play
cards.

He'd sooner ruin a woman than do either.

Come now, Fred, you're the best. You
never kill the man in open fire. No way,

John, you're mistaken.

I do believe he once tried to stab an
ape in his sleep.

Are you sure it was an ape?

I heard a woman.

And she certainly wasn't asleep.

And she certainly wasn't a dagger, eh,
Bertrand?

Ah, I thought Bertrand was asleep.

Is Madame not to join us tonight?

She attends our prisoner.

And Rupert too?

Gentlemen, I wish you good night.

care, my friend.

You are not indispensable.

What is he waiting for?

If the play actor is dead, is there any
reason why the king should remain alive?

Only that damned English imposter stood
between Michael and the throne. If the

play actor is dead, how can we be sure
Hensau's dagger hit the right spot?

By going now to find out. Not by waiting
for some official bullet from Hensau.

Whether Rathendil's dead or alive, that
hunting lodge would be better guarded

now than a fortress.

The sap's no fool.

With the king's life hanging in the
balance, he's not likely to make

death public, is he? One thing's
certain.

Hence, Sire's attack will make them
think twice about putting their heads in

lion's den.

Let me be.

Let me die.

Must I rot out my life in this cell? Why
don't you kill me?

Hush, Sire.

Hush.

You're very kind, Madame.

Save all your strength, Your Majesty.

When help arrives, you must be ready.

Well, sir, if you've had enough of the
latest society, we shall leave you to

repose.

But first, you must fasten these little
ornaments.

Oh, really? Is that necessary?

I'm too weak even to leave the bed
unaided. I could release him. Please do.

For a favour.

Good night, sir.

A kiss?

Taken, perhaps.

Never given.

You really prefer that dullard, Michael?

You're infinitely charming, Rupert.

Good -looking, too, and young.

Must be because I'm in love with you,
Master, that I find you quite repellent.

Oh, dearest, I'm very tired.

What does he mean to you?

I've told you before, he means nothing
to me at all.

You expect me to believe that?

He means as little to me as the Princess
Flavia does to you.

Have you anything to say to her before I
leave?

I'm dying by inches here.

If heaven's name kill me, I can't have
done with it. I'd be only too happy to

oblige that.

I'm afraid the Duke doesn't desire your
death just yet.

When he does, behold your pathway to
heaven.

That is an improvement on Jenkins'
Ladder. No common route for Your

A pretty private passage where the
vulgar won't stay.

Sleep well, Your Majesty.

Who knows?

You may wake in paradise.

Oh!

Too late for you to go tonight.

But you must leave at dawn as soon as
the door bridge is lowered. If anyone

should stop you, tell them I have sent
you to the market in Sender for fresh

herbs. God be with you, Johanna.

And you, madame.

What is your name?

Schmidt, my lord.

Johann Schmidt.

Of the Duke's household?

No, sir. My lord.

Sir, will do.

I serve only Madame de Maubon, sir.

A lady's maid, Johann.

Has your mistress no women to perform
that function?

There are no women at the castle, sir.

Michael, show some sense after all.

Only my mistress.

And she sent you here? Yes, sir.

With a message for His Majesty.

Attack as soon as you can.

The king is very weak. For God's sake,
save us from this den of murderers. And

whose fault brought her there, I'd like
to know.

Help me up.

We mean you no harm, Johan.

We had to be sure.

You know there is a prisoner in Zender.

Do you know who he is?

No,

sir. Only that he must be of some
importance and a private enemy of the

His Majesty will join us.

Is that wise?

He insists.

If your Royal Highness would care to
rest in my office, I'll see that the

carriage is prepared immediately.

Your Highness, it is not wise.

I beg you to return with me to the
capital before Duke Michael learns of

arrival in Zinda. The king has been hurt
in a hunting accident.

My place is by his side.

I wish to be alone until the carriage
arrives.

How many men does he have?

Well, besides the six bodyguards, sir,
I've seen only four servants.

Two soldiers guard the drawbridge.

Are the servants armed? Yes, sir.

Where do they sleep?

Here, sir, in the entrance hall. The
duke and my mistress have their quarters

immediately above.

And his bodyguard?

Yes, sir, but two of them guard the
prisoner at all times, day and night.

In the passageway? Well, one in the
passage outside the cell here, sir, and

other inside.

Cunning.

If the outer door's stormed and the
guard in the passageway killed, the man

inside the cell still has time to murder
the prisoner.

He can simply throw him down the well.

Well? What well?

There's a trapdoor in the cell, sire,
covering an old well.

The prisoner will be dead before he
reaches the drawbridge. Not necessarily.

All this applies to an open attack on
the castle. It's clear we shall have to

enter by stealth, not force.

How ill is the prisoner, Johan? Very
weak, sir. My mistress attends to him

daily. We can expect no help from that
quarter.

The drawbridge.

Is it drawn up at night?

Yes, sir. And the Duke himself holds the
key.

You're a brave man, Johanna, and you've
done well.

But you must return at once. We have
need of you in the castle.

Take this note to your mistress and
charge her for the sake of all our lives

to fail in what it orders.

If all goes well, you should live in
prosperity for the rest of your life.

Now go quickly before your absence from
the castle becomes suspicious.

Help me to dress, friend.

Are you strong enough?

I must show the men that I am.

I don't think Zap's too happy with your
plan.

How can we do otherwise?

The slightest indication of an attack,
Michael will have the king murdered.

It's your part in it he doesn't like.

For the first time in my life, Fritz,
fate has given me the opportunity to

real courage.

Now, not even Zap will deny me that now.
I've played too passive a role so far.

Too passive?

Good Lord, man, you've been crowned king
of the realm. You've been shot in the

hand, stabbed in the arm, and taken on
three cutthroat swine with a tea table.

You call that passive?

That is right.

If we lose both our kings, what will
become of those of us who are left?

They will serve Queen Flavia, and I
would to God I could be one of them.

What a fraud you are.

The bulletin was so serious, I expected
to find you on your back and fight him

with death.

Do you realise you've gravely offended
the medical faculty of Strolzow by not

calling any of them to your bedside?

I ordered the Marshal not to let you out
of his sight.

I'm afraid your orders carried no more
weight than his.

Our Royal Highness insisted.

I'm glad she insisted.

Rudolf, don't send me away, I beg you.

Let me stay with you.

Well?

Well, I'm sorry, Colonel, but she
refuses to return with me.

Good God, he's not dying. She can see
it's only a scratch. What's the matter

with her?

Her Royal Highness is in lounge.

Well, if I'm going to act as courier, I
must go at once, or the marshal won't

receive your report till tomorrow.

Damn it, man, she can't stay here. It's
no place for a woman. No, she insists,

and so does His Majesty.

His Majesty.

Would you defy the princess and the
king?

Perhaps it's for the best zapped.

They should be together.

The people were given to understand that
a marriage ceremony would follow

immediately after the coronation.

Damn the people.

Drive on.

I hope this won't become a habit.

First a dog and then a wild boar.

I think you should prohibit hunting
altogether.

It's clearly far too dangerous.

If it finds favour with you, then of
course I shall.

And was the boar's name Michael?

It was Hensar.

Did you spare him?

Not yet.

Gentlemen, if you'll forgive me, it's
been a long and tiring day. Good night.

Captain Baptist feels very angry with
me. He means well.

He thinks you should have pretended to
tell us all for your own safety.

Safety?

I meant comfort, dearest, for your own
comfort. This lodge is quite primitive.

I have everything I need.

Sleep sound, dearest, and wake to happy
days.

To have her with me is like a toast of
heaven to a damned soul.

Just don't let your snoring keep her
awake for it.

Perhaps his majesty will consider
something a little more urgent than the

welfare of his ministering angel.

Have you forgotten what we're here for?

No, sir.

I have not.

The king is sick.

The longer he remains in captivity, the
less chance we have of ever seeing him

again. We must strike a blow now.

Tonight? Tomorrow.

We shall leave here at dusk and use the
cover of the woods to the east of the

castle.

If all goes well, we shall be there by
midnight.

We can't abandon the princess without a
guard.

We can only spare one man.

If I should fail, you will return at
once to Stralsau with the princess and

raise an army to march on Zender.

What is it?

Fritz?

Crassendale. In the circumstances, Fritz
will go.

No. You're wound, man. No, Zapt.
Rudolph, your life is too valuable. It's

the question.

Then at least both go. No.

One man might escape notice to double
the party. Doubles the risk.

Very well.

We'll play the game as you planned it.

But you'll need proper clothing. Wear
something dark and carry a knife. A gun

would be useless.

Will you wear this for me?

Till the day I die.

And after.

Thank you.

Thank you.