All language subtitles for Adventures.Of.Don.Juan.1948.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX].en

In Europe,
as the 17th century dawned

mankind was lifting itself

from ignorance
and superstition.

The old frontiers of the mind
were rolling back.

New books, new methods
were aiding man

in his climb toward
knowledge and wisdom.

In the laboratory...

in the arts,

in every field of endeavor

man was lifting himself
hand over hand

climbing onward, ever upward.

And on the outskirts
of London on a summer night

another man was lifting himself
hand over hand

climbing upward, ever onward...

toward his objective.

- Catherine?
- Don Juan.

Oh, why have you
kept me waiting?

I thought you'd never come.

See how my heart is pounding?

Beloved, no power on Earth
would have kept me from you.

In all this world, there's been
but one image in my heart.

- One vision before my eyes.
- Yes, yes, go on.

I have loved you
since the beginning of time.

But you only met me yesterday.

Why, that was when time began.

Don Juan.

My incomparable Don Juan.

Yes, yours and yours only.

I wish I could believe you.

But you've made love
to so many women.

Catherine...

an artist may paint
a thousand canvases

before achieving
one work of art.

Would you deny a lover
the same practice?

But how long will you love me?

Sweet lady, love is not
measured in terms of time

only in ecstasy.

It's a beautiful night.

How bright the moon is shining.

Is there a moon?

It will be eclipsed
when my husband returns.

Love like ours
will never be eclipsed.

Your husband?

You said you were unmarried.

I said I was unattached.

And since I'm not
attached to my husband,

I told you the truth.

Oh.

But let's not speak of husbands.

It's such a tedious subject.

Yes, of course.

And there's really
no need to worry.

He's on a hunting trip.

He's extremely fond of grouse.

Grouse, eh?

And besides...

we have only these few moments.

A few moments?
How few, loved one?

What is time?

A week, a day,
an hour, a minute?

Time flies.

And he always blows his
trumpet when he returns.

Catherine, look, got a grouse.
Got a...

Who is this?

You tell him.

Cecil, you didn't
blow your trumpet.

Out of my way, mistress.

Speak up, you.

Sir, I realize that
this must appear

to be a trifle compromising.

Com-- compromising?
En garde, sir.

If you would allow me
to explain--

I will allow you a decent burial
and no more.

Will you draw your sword, sir,
or shall I run you through?

That's not a very
attractive offer.

However, you leave me no choice.

- Now what shall I do?
- Whatever you think best.

But can't you talk
to him?

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

I? Ashamed?

Do you think it's fair to leave

a beautiful young woman
like this alone, neglected

while you indulge your own
selfish pleasures?

How true.

Grouse hunting?

When did you last
tell her she's beautiful?

I don't have to tell her,
she's my wife.

Wrong.

You should remind her
of her beauty

every day of her life.

Write her poetry,
send her flowers.

- And jewelry.
- Be quiet.

We should never close
our eyes to beauty.

If you'd open yours,
you'd have not only a wife

but a wife's love.

Sir...

I give you back...

Your grouse.

Be careful.

Thank you, my lady, but this has
become more or less of a habit.

Guards! Guards!

Quickly! Guards!

- Leporello, quick.
Guards!

- What now?
- Husband.

Horses.

After that man. There!

Over the wall!
Hurry! Hurry!

Bring the scoundrel back
dead or alive.

And now, mistress,
I'll deal with you.

�Tiff?

Ugh, first, I must
tend to my grouse.

- Halt!
- By whose command, fellow?

By command of Her Majesty,
Queen Elizabeth.

This road is to be kept clear.

- For what reason?
- To escort the Spanish Duke.

His Grace the Duke of Cordoba,
along this road to London.

What next, you big but?

How many times must
I tell you how much

I dislike and hate
pomp and ceremony?

- How many times?
- Yes.

- He doesn't like them.
- Your pardon, sir. Are you--

Merely a simple traveler,
captain.

No matter.
We'll find another road.

- Thank you.
- If you wish, Your Grace...

- I mean... I mean, sir.
- What's that?

Oh, pay no attention to my
fool of a servant, captain.

His brains are addled.

Your Grace,
I don't think it's fitting

that you should ride
into London alone.

- You must persuade His Grace.
- Forgive me, Your Grace.

We were told that the duke
would arrive at dawn

and with a full retinue.

Oh, my retinue is close
behind me, captain.

Indeed it is, Your Grace.

We'll take you to London
instantly and to your bride.

My bride?

I know how impatient

you must be.

Oh.

On to London
with all haste.

Your Grace seems to be
quite a celebrity.

- Quite.
- So keep bowing. Keep smiling.

Imagine...

being taken to one's bride
by a royal escort.

They're not only royal,
they're armed.

Keep bowing,
keep smiling.

Oh, I don't like it.
I don't like it.

Courage, Leporello.

- Courage.
- Courage?

I've gotta sit out front
and wait and worry and wonder

whether you're
coming out head first

or just your head's coming out.

What are you complaining about?

I'm on my way to marry a woman.

I don't even know
what she looks like.

Sit up straight.

No.
No, no.

I've decided.
I won't do it.

I refuse to marry a man
I've never seen.

But, Diana, it's all arranged.

It's been arranged for weeks.

The entire court
has been invited.

Why, Queen Elizabeth herself
is coming to your wedding.

She can afford to,
she's not getting married.

This is treasonous.
Diana, what's come over you?

You haven't been the same
since you returned from France.

I wish I'd never returned.

You're as stubborn as your
mother, rest her soul.

This alliance may mean peace
for England and Spain.

- Yes, but not for me.
- Oh.

How do you know?
You've never even seen the Duke.

- I have a premonition.
- But--

He's coming! He's coming!
The Duke is almost here.

Oh, do come and have a look.
Have a look.

Diana, my child, for my sake.

For England.

Very well.
I'll do it for England.

But if he looks
like my premonition

there still may be war
with Spain.

Come, my lady, do have a look.

He's right below.
Come along.

Oh, look, that must be
His Grace there.

Ooh, he's a fine looking
gentleman, isn't it?

For a foreigner, that is.

Balcony, 18 feet
above street level.

No trellises or vines
to hang onto.

Flagpoles won't support
your weight.

And if you come out suddenly,
come over roof.

Keep horses close.

Well, my lady,
what do you think of him?

- I know that head.
- But you couldn't.

- You've never seen the duke.
- No.

But I've seen that head.

Your Grace?

- Your Grace?
- Yes, My Grace.

My son.

My son.

- Father.
- Come.

Your bride awaits you.

Quick, my powder.
My brush.

But my lady, a moment ago you
didn't want to see His Grace.

That was a moment ago.

Oh, you're flushed and excited.

Perhaps you should be
put to bed.

- Perhaps.
- Oh.

- Come in, Your Grace. Come in.
- Thank you, sir.

My daughter will greet
you immediately.

You're very kind, sir.

Diana, my dear.

Oh, Your Grace.

There's something I should
explain, sir.

But-- But...

Diana.

My daughter.
My blessed child.

Here is your future husband.

Your Grace.

My compliments, sir.

Indeed, we're both fortunate.

Ah, I thank Your Grace.

I thank you.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I'll...

Uh, by all means.

Oh, Your Grace.

Well, Your Grace?

Extremely well.

Now that I see you
for the first time, i--

The first time?

Well, beauty such as yours
is always new.

Charming.
Spoken like a Don Juan.

Don Juan?

Darling, let's stop pretending.

You're here at last.
You've found me.

So I have.

Just as you swore you would

that star-crossed night

when you held me in your arms.

I'll never forget it.

It was...

- It was...
- Venice.

Venice.
Yes, of course.

Ah, that unforgettable night.

You and I together.

Strange music coming to us
across the water, haunting us.

It was Paris, you beast!

At the home
of the Countess de Trouville

in the garden.

You swore you'd remember
my kiss

till the end of time.

That was four months ago.

Diana, darling,
at last I found you.

Liar. Cheat.
Imposter.

Oh, no.

For a moment, I was
blinded by your beauty.

Why do you think
I've risked my life

to come here posing as the Duke?

Well, why?
You didn't remember me.

You'd forgotten all about me,
hadn't you?

Hadn't you?

Well, call the guards.

Call your father.
I deserve it.

This time you won't forget me.

This time I won't
let you forget me.

Is that my heart beating so?

No, beloved, that's your
father at the door.

Open the door!
My lady. My lady.

That man is an imposter.

The duke is here with me.

Yes, father,
I'm struggling with him.

- But he's so strong.
- Diana, look--

You scoundrel!

You shall pay for this
with your head.

Dear lady, forgive me.

You'll come back?

I'm not sure I'll leave.

Any suggestions... Your Grace?

Not at the moment.

Have you any suggestions?

No back stairway?
No...

imposter!
Take your hands off my daughter!

Diana, this is the duke.

This is your future husband.

And who are you?

Merely a fellow countryman, sir.

Come to congratulate the bride.

Your name?
- I'm Don Juan.

- Don Juan?
- Don Juan?

- Now, we are ruined.
- Allow me.

You're a disgrace to Spain.

And as a loyal Spaniard
I shall wipe out this disgrace.

Oh, stop being so,
so Spanish.

- Seize that man.
- Oh, let me kill him.

- No! No! No!
- Let me.

No'. No'. No'. No'. No'.!

Diana.
Diana, my dear, no, no, no.

Thank heaven I arrived
in time to save you.

But how I could have forgotten

anyone as lovely as Diana...

That's what worries me.

That worries you?
Merciful heavens!

At this very moment,
they may be sharpening the axes

or rigging their gallows,
or perhaps both.

And you're worried
about your memory.

Oh, my dear friend,

what will be will be.

A few women I know
I've forgotten.

Some I...

I don't even remember
well enough

to know whether
I've forgotten them or not.

But Diana?
And after only four months?

I must keep a diary.

Oh, I wouldn't start one now.

It would look ridiculous
just to have one entry.

Women, thy name is trouble.

Well, there must be
something in life

more important than
the pursuit of women?

Yes, there must be.

But what?

If you would only listen to me.

Here they are.

Don Juan de Marana...

you're paroled to the custody
of the Spanish ambassador.

Come.

Leporello...

my cape.

It was only with
the greatest difficulty

I was able to secure your
release from an English jail.

But do not imagine
this affair is concluded.

Now you seem headed
for a Spanish prison.

The Duke de Cordoba
has returned to Madrid

and laid his grievances
before the king and queen.

It's not only an affront
to Spanish dignity,

it's a serious setback
to me and to my work.

I labored to achieve peace
between England and Spain.

This marriage was an important
step in that direction.

I always thought
marriage was a step

in the opposite direction.

Well, fortunately,
there are those

who disagree with you.

Queen Elizabeth, herself,
was interested in this alliance.

Do you think it helps
my cause for her

to see it destroyed
by a Spaniard?

- Perhaps if I talk to her...
- I forbid it.

Your reputation hardly qualifies
you as a diplomat.

Ah, yes, of course,
my reputation.

Has it ever occurred to Your
Excellency, that if a man...

any average man,
makes love to a girl,

nobody thinks anything of it.

On the contrary,
they all smile indulgently

and say "What a nice
romantic fellow he is."

But if I so much as bow
to a lady in the street,

all of her relatives
suddenly start reaching

for daggers
and wanna carve me up.

Do you now pretend
to be innocent?

Well, for the things
I haven't done, yes.

That still leaves you
with a wide margin of guilt.

You were forced to leave
St. Petersburg,

Amsterdam, Venice, Paris, Rome.

Columbus extended the world,

but for you it grows
continually smaller.

Now you're to leave London,
return to Madrid

to present yourself at court

for their Majesty's judgment.

- Not Spain--
- That's a command!

Well...

at least I'll be buried
in native soil.

Juan, your father was my friend.

For my sake
and for the sake of his memory

why don't you give up
this wasteful, useless life?

But Your Excellency...

I don't consider my life

particularly wasteful
or useless.

I'm just seeking happiness,
the same as any other man.

Our viewpoints differ,
that's all.

Yours seems to be
higher than mine.

Possibly because you see life
mostly from a balcony.

And yet I seem to have heard
that when you were young--

We won't discuss that.

Juan, my son, you return to our
country at a perilous time.

There are those in Spain
as in England

who would drive us to war.

Ah, there are men of that stripe

in every age, every country.

But unfortunately those in

Spain are shrewd and powerful.

Why, even the King's minister,
the Duke de Lorca.

Well, at court, only
the queen fights for peace.

Now, you have grace
and wit and daring.

If you'd use these attributes
in our cause...

Oh, Your Excellency,
I'm not fitted

for a life of court intrigue.

I wouldn't know what to do.

Besides, Her Majesty's hardly
likely to seek my aid.

I'm returning in disgrace
to be punished.

As you deserve to be.

But you could be useful to us.

If one day I should call
upon you, would you?

For you, my dear friend?
Anything.

I've written
to Queen Margaret urging

that she deal gently with you.

And, heaven forgive me, stating

my faith in your reformation.

If heaven will help, I'll try,

if only to keep faith with you.

Do so. Her Majesty
rewards those who serve her.

She gave me this ring
as a seal of our friendship.

She needs friends.

Be loyal to her...

and you'll find her as I have,
a generous and just ruler.

- Thank you, sir.
Remember your promise.

I will.

I'll set an example
for all Spain.

Heaven forbid.

- Adios.
- Adios.

Oh, don't you think I should
make my apologies to Lady Diana?

Off with you!

What's happened here?

This is not
the Madrid I once knew.

No life.
No laughter.

That will all be changed
now that you're back.

Thank you.

Couldn't we get
something to eat?

Welcome, senores.

Welcome to the finest Inn
in all Madrid.

How do you know it's the finest?

Must be, all the others
have been

taxed out of existence.

- May I be of service, senores?
- Indeed you may.

- Food and wine, if you please.
- This way, please.

The best in the house.

I must apologize, senores.

These days the best we have
is only humble fare.

What? This from a man
who's always served

the best food in all Spain.

- In all Europe.
- Oh, thank you, senores.

My wife and I, we shall do
our best to please you.

Maria, we have guests.

You don't know this place.

A few lies can sometimes
make a man feel happy.

Excuse me, senor, is there
anything I can bring you?

Senorita, you've already
brought me what I want.

Proof again that in all
the world the most beautiful...

- No, thanks.
- Michaela!

- I will serve the gentlemen.
- Yes, mother.

Forgive me, senor, we mothers
can't be too careful.

Don Juan is about
to return to Madrid.

This fellow bring
the black plague with him?

Worse than that,
he brings himself.

You know his reputation.

- I shudder with fear.
- Oh, and I with anticipation.

Hussy!
Get about your work.

Soup, senores.

Father, the Duke de Lorca's men!

A proclamation.
Give heed.

"By order of the king's
minister, the Duke de Lorca,

"we call on all men with stout
hearts and willing hands

"to join with us
for the glory of Spain

"in volunteering for service
with the Spanish fleet.

Adventure and gold for all."

Any volunteers?

You, you will volunteer.
Take him along.

- No, no, father, no.
- No, he's my son.

You have no right.

Quiet, old man,
or we'll take you too.

You can't.
We are free men.

Take him out.

What is this disturbance?

Can't you see
I'm having my meal?

You shall have a carving lesson
to go with it, senor.

Here's another.

Senor! Senor! Senor!

Oh, bless you, senor.

- What happened?
- Oh, it was a press gang.

And they tried to take
my son and me for the fleet.

This gentleman saved us.

Oh, it is nothing.

Once in St. Petersburg,
we were set up--

What are you boasting about?

You think it's a pleasure
for me to come home

after ten years and find myself

in a street brawl?

Your favor, good people.

Now, perhaps, we can finish

our meal in peace.

What-- What is your
master's name

so I may thank him properly?

Don Juan de Marana.

- Don Juan?
- Did you hear?

Don Juan? Don Juan!
He's come back!

Michaela, what are
you waiting for?

Serve Don Juan at once.

More wine, senor.

Tell us about it.

Please.
You've had so many adventures.

Sen ores, senoritas.

All of these stories
you've been hearing

they're mere legends.
Old wives' tales.

We've only heard
about young wives.

Is it true that you
swam the Bosphorus

to visit the caliph's daughter?

Certainly, my dear.

We'd sank the whole Turkish
fleet on the way.

- Is it true?
- Why, of course, it's true.

It's all true.

But what we crave
is news of Spain.

Yes, of our own country.

What of the court, for instance,

and the new king and queen?
What?

Ah, I thought
we're among friends.

Well, senor, the queen
works for the welfare of Spain.

- And the king?
- The king does not work at all.

Oh.

Pacheco, how much longer must we
straddle this contraption?

Yes, how much longer?

But Your Majesty,
I've just begun.

You have just begun.

But His Majesty has been
straddling for years.

Be quiet, Sebastian.

If Your Majesty will be patient
for just a few moments more.

- Oh, very well.
- Oh, very well.

- Your Majesty.
- Yes?

The Duke de Lorca
seeks private audience

with Your Majesty.

Oh-oh, have him come in.

Diego, help Sebastian.

The things we do for posterity.

Yes, the things we do
for posterity.

Sorry, Pacheco,
affairs of state.

I understand, Your Majesty.

- Your Majesty.
- Gentlemen, come in. Come in.

Lorca, Rodrigo.

Well, how do you
like our portrait?

A perfect likeness, sire.

The artist has proven himself
worthy of the subject.

Hear that, Pacheco?

It is high praise indeed,
Your Majesty.

Yes, it is. It is.

Uh, we'll continue
this another time.

Gentlemen, we wish
to see the duke alone.

Run along, Sebastian.

Uh, sire, be sure to lock up
the paints and brushes.

Why, monkey?

Because His Grace

is not in the picture.

And he'll try to rectify that.

He goes too far.

One day, I shall
send him further.

Come, come, gentlemen.

He says even worse things
about me.

Now, what do you want of us?

Your Majesty, we have received
news this morning

that the English queen refuses
to sign our treaty of peace.

She demands further
guarantees and concessions.

But we've already
given her our word.

Exactly.

She has seen fit to doubt

the word of the king of Spain.

This is a serious matter.

What do you suggest?

What I have constantly
suggested.

That we prepare ourselves
as they do.

Then strike first
and strike suddenly.

But isn't this rather drastic?

Drastic, sire?

At this very moment
the English are building

ships and arming them.

Suppose they attack first

and we are defenseless,
what then?

It does present a problem.

It's all very well
to talk about war

but where's the money
coming from?

I will see to that,
Your Majesty.

With your help, of course.

There are taxes to be collected
and levies to be imposed.

This document will also
help solve the problem.

What is it?

An order for the recall

of our ambassador to England.

Recall de Polan?
But on what grounds?

The New World
is our colony, sire,

and consequently all profit
from New World merchandise

should be ours too.

Instead, it is being paid

to the Count and held by him.

- By whose authority?
- By yours, sire.

Her Majesty The Queen
persuaded you

to sign a paper to that effect.

Someone's always getting me
to sign papers.

I'll not do it anymore.

It'll be to your advantage
to sign this one.

But-- But I can't.
De Polan is our friend.

The queen's friend, sire.

Well, why not write him
and ask him for the money?

He refuses to turn it
over to us.

He and the queen are using it
to promote trade

between England and Spain.

Sire, with this money
we could build

a great and invulnerable navy.
An armada.

Yes, but the last time
we built an armada,

the confounded English sank it.

Last time, every Englishman
from the chimney sweep

to Sir Francis Drake
knew of the coming

of our armada and were prepared.

This time we'll build in secret.

Even the queen need know
nothing of this until

we've persuaded de Polan to turn
the money over to us.

Sire, without ships
we are powerless.

A second-rate nation.

But with ships our arms
will sweep over England,

Africa, Eurasia,

over the New World and thence

to Cathay and the East Indies.

This is the destiny of Spain.
Your destiny.

To carve out an empire
and be proclaimed an emperor

greater even than Charlemagne.

Charlemagne?
Yes. Yes.

In years to come your people
will bless you for this.

Well, this is for the people.

Her Majesty, Queen Margaret.

Your Majesty.

How now, Margaret?

Your Majesty granted
several audiences.

- They await us.
- Oh, audiences are such a bore.

Always people wanting something.

They may not be important
to you, sire,

but they've been promised.

But I'll have to go through
all that discomfort.

And I've had a very
difficult morning.

Oh, you haven't commented
on my portrait.

Most regal, sire.

Truly a king.
- Everyone seems to think so.

I'll have Pacheco make
a copy for you.

A smaller one to put
in your apartment.

I will cherish it.

Perhaps it may reveal
some of the secrets

you keep from me.

We have no secrets,
have we, Lorca?

Our policy is an open book,
Your Majesty.

Written by Your Grace
and dedicated to war.

Your Majesty mistakes
my motives.

You've come but recently from
your father's court in Austria

and cannot therefore understand
as we do the problems of Spain.

I was under the impression
that the desire

to make one's people happy
knew no boundaries.

There, there, my dear. You must
not worry about such matters.

Besides, the audiences
are waiting.

If you will proceed, we will
join you as soon as we can.

As you say, sire.

Odd, isn't it, Lorca, that
Her Majesty always makes me

feel as though I was
Sebastian's size?

Now, I don't feel
that way with you.

Senor.

I'm ordered to present myself
before Their Majesties.

Don Juan de Marana.

Escort this gentleman
to the antechamber

of the throne room
and submit this letter

to Her Majesty.

Don Juan de Marana?

This way, please.

Don Juan de Marana.

Your Majesty.

You may rise, senor.

No man has ever
approached this throne

with such advance notice.

We have received letters
concerning you

from our ambassadors
allover Europe.

It is with slight regard

and very little favor
that your queen receives you

on your return to Spain.

You come back to us notorious,
of ill repute,

disgraced in your own country
and abroad.

You are
no credit to this crown

or to our flag.

Have you nothing to say?

There seems to be
very little left

to say, Your Majesty.

You are quite right.

Do you realize that you
destroyed our plans

for an important
marriage of state?

That marriage, Your Majesty,
was doomed from the beginning.

Those two people didn't even
know each other,

let alone love each other.

Business arrangements can be
made that way, but love...

Your views on love are
quite well-known, senor.

We are not interested.

However, the Count de Polan
seems to have

faith in your promises
of reformation.

He must have reasons
for pleading so poor a cause.

Perhaps you can enlighten us?

I thought myself the count
was inclined to be

overoptimistic, Your Majesty.

Being an old family friend,
he seems

to find qualities in me
that may not exist.

However, I'd sincerely like
to justify his faith.

Perhaps even gain yours.

Our faith is gained
by deeds not by words.

His Majesty, the king.

Well, well.
And whom have we here?

This is Don Juan de Marana,
Your Majesty.

Don Juan, huh?

Bad boy.

So this is the great Don Juan.

Not knowing who you are, senor,

I'm unable to return
the compliment.

Oh, uh, this is our minister,
the Duke de Lorca.

Ah, yes.
I've heard much of Your Grace.

And I of you.

Tell me, Don Juan,
do you hire men

to spread the tales of your
romantic conquests?

No, Your Excellency,
that's a service

that's always been done
for me free of charge.

You have a ready tongue.

It's a pity it has been used
in such idle pursuits.

A matter of opinion, Your Grace.

Some men prefer
the conquest of beauty

to the conquest of a throne.

Y-- you may proceed, Margaret.

Our ambassadors asked us
to find service

for Don Juan at our court.

If it pleases, Your Majesty.

Yes, yes, why not?

For what work are you qualified?

Work, Your Majesty?

That's a problem
that's often troubled me.

Let's see, uh...

I have a small knowledge
of history and, uh,

a little skill with the sword.

Perhaps I may even lead
a press gang

such as I, uh,
interrupted yesterday

on its royal errand.

You will explain your statement.

When I arrived in Madrid
my first encounter

was with a detachment
of the Duke de Lorca's men.

They were abducting by force
two of Your Majesty's subjects

for service in the Royal Navy.

Well, there must be
some mistake.

Uh, do you know anything
about this, Lorca?

The whole matter is easily
explained, Your Majesty.

This Don Juan returns
to Spain in disgrace

to hear the crown's sentence

for his conduct abroad.

What could be easier than
to distract Your Majesty

with a story of press gangs?

Yes, yes,
that must be it.

I assure Your Majesty the affair
took place as I described it.

I will tell you what took place.

Some affair was reported to me.

A brawl with a drunken sergeant
for the affection

of an innkeeper's daughter.

The sergeant is reflecting
on a diet of bread and water.

And Your Majesty should
consider the merits

of the sentence
for the other party involved.

And now, have I Your Majesty's
permission to withdraw?

There are more important
matters to be considered

than the settlement
of a drunken brawl.

I must go too.

Pacheco's waiting.

He has to fill in my head.

Your Majesty,
much has been said of me.

A great deal of it true

but even my enemies know
I'd not invent any such lie

merely to evade the consequences
of my actions.

I shall investigate this affair.

In the meantime,
there's a question

of suitable service for you.

I'm yours to command,
Your Majesty.

Very well.

You will become
fencing instructor

at the Royal Academy.

And confine your instruction
to this alone.

You will report
to the master-at-arms,

Don Serafino Lopez.

That is our command.

It will be obeyed, Your Majesty.

And may I add my own humble
thanks for your generosity.

You may go now, senor.

- Your Grace.
- Come in, Rodrigo. Come in.

Your Grace, The Count de Polan
crossed the frontier

into Spain this morning.

He drives on to Madrid.

Alone?

He has attendants.
A handful.

Hardly a sufficient escort
for such a notable visitor.

A larger party
has been dispatched

under Capitan Alvarez.

Splendid.

We must see that
the Count de Polan

receives every courtesy.

Capitan Alvarez has his orders,
Your Grace.

Good.

Remember, every courtesy.

Yes, Your Grace.

Capitan Alvarez.

On to the fortress!

You must forgive my haste
in bringing you back,

my dear Count.

But it was most urgent.

The urgency of your
personal ambition.

You put it bluntly but with
a certain degree of accuracy.

Fortunately, my ambition
coincides with that of Spain.

For a Spanish empire.

To be built out of
the suffering of our people

and to be ruled by you.

The building of an empire
entails certain sacrifices.

As for me, I have no desire
to sit upon a throne.

I much prefer
to stand behind it.

With a dagger in your hand.

No, I dislike violence.

I find persuasion
far more effective.

And now, if I can persuade you
to answer one question?

You may ask it.

A purely material consideration.

A matter of several millions
paid into your hand.

If you'd tell me where you've
concealed this money...

It will be turned over to Spain
at the proper time.

For the purpose of this
transaction, I am Spain.

I prefer to deal with
Her Majesty, not with a traitor.

My dear friend, I'm afraid
your long stay in a country

ruled by a king in petticoats
has made you a feminist.

When Her Majesty hears--

It may interest you
that the palace guards

are loyal to me
and not to the queen.

I have arranged this so that
if Her Majesty interferes

with my plans again

or rather
with the plans of Spain,

she will suffer
the consequences.

Now will you answer my question?

As you can see we have
several interesting devices

in this chamber.

They have a tendency
to break a man's will.

If the first one fails,
we try another

until we find
exactly the right one

to loosen the tongue.

I have heard of men
whose tongues

have withstood it.

Yes, but they now speak
with the tongues of angels.

You're tired after
your long trip.

Perhaps a few days' rest
will make you more amenable.

If not, well...

Capitan Alvarez, the count will
remain here as our guest.

See to it that he is not
disturbed by anyone.

And now, my dear count...

may I wish you goodnight
and pleasant dreams.

If you change your mind,
send for me.

What's this?

- Very nice.
- No. No.

That's a gift from
Her Majesty.

It will look better on me
than on a corpse.

Very nice.

- Excuse me.
- That's the second time.

That's enough. Give me that.

You think I want my throat cut?

Sorry. I seem to
be a bit nervous.

These regular hours
we're keeping.

Hard work, lots of sleep,
plenty of exercise,

good nourishing food
and no excitement.

We're not used to these things.

Yes, but that's the only
way of life for me.

But you'll have to admit
that they were exciting days.

- And nights.
- Exciting?

That's very funny
coming from you.

Remember those lectures
you used to give me?

Well, I'm afraid
I'm a bit confused.

The sudden way in
which you reformed...

one reception at court.

The court didn't do it.

Well, I thought
maybe the queen...

The queen?

What's the queen
got to do with it?

Ah!

You've been thinking
behind my back...

mainly because I'm trying
to lead a good, clean, sensible

life, you immediately have
to jump to conclusions.

Just let me tell you this.

Whatever my behavior has been in
the past or it's gonna be

in the future, the queen has
nothing to do with it.

Absolutely nothing.
Do you understand?

Alright.

- Splendid. Splendid.
- Splendid. Splendid.

Half turn right. Forward march.

You may rise, gentlemen.

A splendid exhibition,
Don Serafino.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

They show remarkable
improvement.

- We are deeply gratified.
- Your Majesty's most kind.

But may I share
the credit with Don Juan?

Since he had joined us,
the interest

in swordsmanship
has increased enormously.

We trust he will not
add any other subjects

to increase the interest.

May I inquire if Her Majesty
is also satisfied?

We are indeed.

You apparently studied
all the foreign

techniques of
swordsmanship, Don Juan.

I've had occasion
to use them, Your Grace.

I have not met such
skilled an opponent

since I have
the honor of fencing

with the Duke de Lorca himself.

That is indeed a compliment.

We consider Lorca the best
living fencer in Spain.

That's certainly
the mark of a good duelist,

Your Majesty, to be living.

I wish I knew how to duel.

And whom would you choose
for your opponent?

A mouse, caterpillar,
or perhaps His Grace.

I'd considered it an honor
to teach you, sir, if you like.

- You will?
- Certainly.

Go and get equipped
for tomorrow's class.

Oh, thank you.
I'll go at once.

Do you really think I can learn?

Why not? Of course, you can.

That was very kind of you.
You've made a friend.

I can use friends, Your Majesty.

My dear, you shown such interest
in the academy.

Perhaps you'd like
to inspect it more thoroughly?

Uh, Don Juan, would you
escort Her Majesty?

Indeed, sire. An honor.

You know, Lorca, we might find
a use for this Don Juan.

Yes, sire, Your Majesty.

My own thoughts were along
similar lines.

This, Your Majesty,
is our trophy room.

Here, for instance you see some
of the personal flags

of such conquerors as Cortez,
Columbus, Pizarro.

Over there are some
of the flags taken

from Your Majesty's
enemies in battle.

Oran, Tripoli.

And that empty space awaits new
conquests by Your Majesties.

Unless it can be filled
with the trophies of peace,

I would rather
it remained empty.

I knew you'd say that.

Oh, uh, the Count de Polan...

he's told me something
of your feelings.

Have you heard
from him recently?

No, I haven't.

Nor have i.

It is strange that he should
keep silent so long.

Yes, he was, uh, far from silent
at our last meeting.

I can we" believe that.

However, I shall write and tell
him how you have changed.

I know he'd be pleased.

- As I am.
- I'm very grateful.

Now, perhaps I can forget those
words you once spoke to me

"You're no credit
to this crown or to our flag."

Did I say that?

That was just a small part
of what you said.

Would you care to hear the rest?

No. I give you permission
to forget all of it.

I know this flag.

When I was a child in Austria,

my mother used to tell me
the story of Ponce de Leon

and his quest
for the Fountain of Youth.

Thank heavens he never found it.

Wouldn't you like
to retain your youth?

What? And repeat all my
indiscretions?

I think you paint yourself
far blacker than you are.

It's the color
that's said to suit me best.

- I don't believe that.
- Thank you.

I shall try to prove myself
worthy of your disbelief.

Perhaps you will.

Your Majesty.

The Count de Polan asked me
to be loyal to you.

To try to win your friendship.

And will you be loyal?

With all my heart.

Then I shall be your friend.

I..-

I mustn't keep His Majesty
waiting.

I'm summoned to appear
before the Duke de Lorca.

Oh, yes. Don Juan de Marana
to see the Duke de Lorca.

Don Juan de Marana.

Ask him to come in.

Don Juan.

Your Grace.

- You sent for me, I believe.
Yes.

Yes, a matter of some importance
I wish to discuss with you.

Now, won't you be seated?

I was greatly pleased
by the exhibition yesterday.

So pleased, in fact, that I feel
you should be rewarded.

I've therefore prepared
a commission,

which will give you considerable
rank in His Majesty's navy.

It also assures you of
the king's favor and my own.

Somehow I feel that Your Grace
is not in the habit of

dispensing favors without
expecting something in return.

You are quite right. Yes.

You have achieved
some popularity

since you have been
at the academy.

And I think we should
utilize this

in the service of our country.

Consequently,
I have certain ideas

that I should like
you to carry out.

- May I hear them?
You may indeed.

You'll proceed
to enlarge the academy,

increase the number of young men
of military age

and add those subjects
which will qualify them

for immediate enlistment
in His Majesty's navy.

We will discuss
the details later.

In the meantime,
here is your commission.

Incidentally,
I was very impressed

by your general technique
yesterday.

Very good.

Very good, yes.

It was quite good.

Well?

It seems to me Your Grace
is preparing for war.

Does the idea frighten you?

Frankly, it does.

I'm by nature a peaceful man,
Your Grace.

It's true I've done
some fighting in my time

but it's usually been
for something worthwhile

like, uh,
like a beautiful woman.

To risk your skin for a piece of
extra ground, that's terrifying.

I take it then you do not look
with favor upon my proposals?

That, Your Grace,
is an understatement.

In my opinion,
your personal ambitions

can only lead our country
to complete disaster.

I wasn't aware
that I asked for your opinion.

May I remind you,
my dear fellow,

that in a conflict,
one must choose a side.

The middle ground is frequently
the most dangerous.

I've been in the middle
so many times,

Your Grace,
it doesn't disturb me.

I see you prefer to be witty
rather than wise.

Not at all.

I prefer to be on the side of
the friends of Spain,

not her enemies.

Next time, I may cut deeper.

Next time...

Next time,
I'll wear my old clothes.

Your Excellency.

What's happened, Your Grace?

Never mind, give me that.

What news of the Count de Polan?

He still refuses to speak.

Very well.

We shall wait no longer.

Take him to the torture chamber.

Yes, Your Grace.

We are pleased to have you
with us, Count D'Orsini.

Now we hope to see more
of you and your future bride

before your return to Italy.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

And I'm sure that
the people of my country

will welcome this alliance.

And now, we must not
keep you any longer.

You are very kind, Your Majesty.

And I am deeply grateful
for this reception.

Your Majesty, I had a difficult
time getting him here.

I had to force him.

You may leave us, Sebastian.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Would you care to take a walk
with me in the garden?

With Your Majesty's permission.

I believe congratulations
are in order, Don Juan.

A royal commission
is a great honor.

You should be very proud.

I suppose I should,
Your Majesty,

but, uh, I rejected
the commission.

I don't understand.

It would have meant
so much to you.

Yes, I suppose so

but, uh, I've always
looked upon the academy

as a school
for the art of defense

not aggression.

Oh, I agree.

I heard of the Duke's plan
last evening.

Surely not from him?

The palace has large keyholes.

My informer has small ears.

I detest this intrigue,

but Lorca has his spies
so I must have mine.

Spies are not enough,
Your Majesty.

I assure you,
you need constant protection.

Someone you can trust who will
watch over you at all times.

Don't you think you make
too much of my danger?

Well, when it concerns
Your Majesty's welfare,

perhaps I am overcautious.

May I suggest you be equally
cautious concerning yourself?

If you have made an enemy of
the Duke, that is unwise.

Yes, I'm well aware of that,
Your Majesty.

As a matter of fact, it's
already cost me my best jacket.

Hot-tempered,
isn't he?

However, I'll make friends and
choose enemies to please myself

not the Duke de Lorca.

I wish there were
more men in Spain

with the courage
to defy His Grace.

I'm glad you came back.

So am i.

Look.

These materials have just
arrived from Holland.

Aren't they lovely?

Beautiful.

You've been to Holland,
haven't you?

Briefly.

I always wanted to travel.
I envy you.

Tell me, Don Juan, don't you
miss the life you once led?

Well, I...

I meant, it must have
been so interesting and...

And you have changed
so completely.

Yes, it's been quite a surprise
to me too, Your Majesty.

Perhaps it's because I found
something I always wanted.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

A, a purpose in life, your work.

My work's quite congenial,
but hardly that inspiring.

What is it then?
Please be seated.

Tell me.

Shall I command you?

If you command me,
then I must obey.

I do command you.

It's not easy to tell.

Like most other men...

there's always been
an imaginary woman in my life.

I endowed her
with all the virtues.

I clothed her in perfection.

Naturally, I searched
for her in vain.

I thought she could never exist
except in my mind.

Now I find she does.

Who is this woman?

Oh!

You choose to keep her a secret?

Only because she doesn't know
how deeply I care for her.

Well, you... you never hesitate

to express your love
to other women.

She's not like other women.

Well spoken.

- What is she like?
Beautiful.

But strangely unaware
of her beauty.

Passionate too, but without any
real knowledge of passion.

Unafraid of love because I don't
think she's ever known love.

But she's taught me virtue
and dignity and wisdom.

You seem to have chosen
a paragon among women.

Among women and among queens.

Have you forgotten
to whom you are speaking?

No.

Some men shut
their eyes and dream,

others open their eyes and hope.

All my life I seem
to have been stumbling

around as if in darkness.
I am no longer in dar--

Silence.

You have no right to speak to me
that way. I forbid you.

I would never have spoken
except by your command.

Then I was wrong to command you.

Wrong to think that
you could ever reform...

or to believe that friendship
and loyalty

could ever replace your desire
for another conquest.

- That's not true.
- You may go, senor.

Yes, Your Majesty.

So? Don Juan?

- Again.

- Correct?
- Excellent.

Now me.

Arm extended.

- What was that?
- My new side step.

Let me see it.

Hmm. Don't ever side step
the wrong way.

Continue.

No, no, no.
What are you trying to do?

Club the man to death?

This, my friend, is a rapier,

not an axe.

Now, watch.
Alright, en garde.

Now, beat, extend and lunge.

Thus, you see?

Isn't he charming?

Serafino, can nothing be done

about these gaping,
ogling visitors?

Of course,
in the past nobody came

but an occasional
old soldier. Now...

Now we have a whole flock
of chattering females.

Look at them up there,
looks like a hen roost.

Yes, this feminine interest
is surprising.

Personally, I've had enough
feminine interest for the day.

If you don't mind.

That will be all.
Class dismissed.

- Oh.
- Really.

Juan, what is the matter
with you today?

Why, nothing. Nothing at all.

It's just a little ironic,
that's all.

A man gives up everything.
A rich, full life.

And the first time
he tries to be

utterly sincere, what happens?

That's exactly what
I'm trying to find out.

Well, mind your own business.
You too.

Excuse me, senor.

Has my brother finished
with his lesson?

- Your brother, senorita?
- Yes.

Do you happen
to recall his name?

- Of course, Carlos.
- Carlos?

Everyone is finished, senorita,

so no doubt Carlos
is finished too.

Oh, I... I didn't understand.

- I call for him every day.
- Yes, I know.

Well, I don't like
to have him walk home alone.

He's so young and helpless.

Well, that's very
sisterly of you.

Besides, it's quite
a distance from here.

All the way to the Plaza Madrid.

The Plaza Madrid?

- The last house.
- Oh, yes.

Yes, on the right.

Oh, on the right?

Elena.
Are you here again?

Carlos, run along, dear.

Bye, Don Juan.

Good day, senor.

- Senorita, your fan.
- Oh, yes.

You will return it
to me, won't you?

Getting warm.

It will get warmer.

Listen.

Every evening
that nightingale sings here.

How sad and sweet his song is.

Yes.

And my heart sings with him

sweetly because
you're by my side.

And my heart is very sad,
for soon you must go.

- And tomorrow...
- Tomorrow?

Tomorrow, I shall
fence very badly...

because my eyes will be drawn
to the platform where you are.

No, I won't be there tomorrow.

- Oh, you won't?
- No.

I'll never be there again.

Oh, my darling, we'll be
together all the--

No, I... I'm getting married
tomorrow.

I know, you must think it
capricious of me to be here

with you the night
before my wedding.

Capri...?

No, no, not at all, not at all.

You don't?

Well, perhaps... Perhaps just
the least little bit.

I did it so I could remember
for all the years of my life...

this evening here in
the garden with Don Juan.

Oh.

Well, I'm delighted
to have been of service.

I don't want
to marry Count D'Orsini.

- The Queen arranged it.
- The Queen?

Yes, she did it to strengthen
the alliance

between Spain and his country.

History repeats itself.

Hmm?

Oh, nothing.

That's why we must never see
each other again.

Never.

Never, never.

I know you'll forgive
my hasty departure.

Prolonged sentimental farewells
are too painful.

Goodnight, beloved.
No, no, no, don't.

I want to remember you
just as you are.

No, no, it's easier
this way. Farewell.

- Good evening, senor.
- Evening.

Count D'Orsini.

Well, good evening.

You'll not get away so easily,
senor. You're caught.

The story of my life.

Senor, this may possibly
sound a little trite,

but I can explain everything.

You see, I happen to be
the fencing instructor

of the Countess Elena's
brother and...

Would you believe it
if I told you

I came here
to give him a fencing lesson?

- At this hour?
- What time is it?

Well, you know what they say,
"Never too late to learn.�

He's telling you the truth.

If it is the truth,
then he should be

prepared to die for it.

Come, Senor Fencing Instructor.

You'll give me a lesson.
En garde.

My dear Count, can't we possibly
settle this some other way?

I'm warning you, senor,
draw your blade.

Would you be satisfied
with an apology?

My dear Count, we have no
argument. The lady is yours.

Their Majesties
shall hear of this.

It is shocking. Unbelievable.

Once again, he's provoked
a serious scandal

and disrupted
an important alliance.

The very same sort of conduct

which brought him back
to Spain in disgrace.

It is disillusioning,
Your Majesty.

This time I will know
how to deal with him.

He shall be punished,
and most severely.

Forgive me, Your Majesty,

but surely you intend to give
him a chance to explain?

There's no explanation possible.

But perhaps it wasn't his fault.

I mean, I was at the academy
yesterday afternoon

and I saw certain things.

What things?
What are you talking about?

Something was disturbing
Don Juan.

He was irritable
and upset and...

Yes, well?

Well, he certainly wasn't
interested

in any of
the young ladies present.

But the Countess Elena
began to...

Well, go on.

Well, she began
to make advances.

And... and you know,
she's young and charming...

Well, what happened?

Well, I do not wish to malign
the countess,

but she practically...

Well, you know, a man
has just so much control.

I saw it with my own eyes.

Is this true?
Are you lying to protect him?

Your Majesty...

Margaret, we have just heard
about your friend Don Juan

and we're most distressed,
most distressed.

I understand, sire.

Our court is not to become
a playground for wastrels.

Nor will we allow our guests

to be humiliated
by any of our subjects.

Therefore, we have decided
once and for all

to be rid of this fellow.

He is to leave Spain
and never return.

Yes, but, sire,
to be banned forever,

that's worse than
a sentence of death.

That, too, was
considered, Your Majesty.

But to kill Don Juan
would make a martyr of him,

and we would not care to enhance

his already
legendary reputation.

Sire, I beg you to reconsider.

The matter is closed.

We have ordered the guard
to arrest Don Juan

and put him on the first ship
bound for the New World.

That is our judgment.

- Your Majesties.
- Well, well?

Your Majesty, Don Juan
has disappeared.

We can find no trace
of him anywhere.

You blundering idiots.

Warn the guards
at the city gates.

Search every house and street
in Madrid until you find him.

Uh, with Your Majesty's
permission, of course.

Yes, yes, by all means find him.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Thank you, senor.

All arrangements made?

Yes, but to what purpose?

We'll never get
out of Spain alive.

The roads are watched,
the frontier is guarded.

Why, this very inn is filled
with soldiers hunting for you.

Let them look.

Senor, Lorca's men are
everywhere.

I pray you'll be careful.

Oh, you may as we"
argue with a stone.

The wagon will be ready soon.

It will take you
to the frontier.

Innkeeper.

Innkeeper.
- Watch yourself.

- Innkeeper.
- Yes, Capitan?

Innkeeper, I need money
and more wine.

Sell you this ring cheap.
A bargain.

It's not necessary, Capitan.

- If you will come with me...
- Ahh!

Perhaps you will
buy this ring, senor?

- No, Capitan.
- Only a few ducats.

Capitan, please.

And what about you, senor?
It's beautiful.

- Thank you, no.
- Please...

Genuine heirloom.
See the workmanship, eh?

- Please, Capitan, come with me.
- And cheap.

Michaela, more wine
for our friend.

Juan, I beg you to consider.

It's madness to try and escape.

It's madness to stay.

I must leave Spain.

Very well, we'll go.

No. Not you.

I'd not ask you to share
with me what lies ahead.

I go alone.

Do you think
I'd let you go roaming

about the universe without me?

I'm going with you.

And if I order you to stay?

Then I shall disobey.

Everything is ready, senor.

Be on guard. There will be
trouble awaiting you.

I'm accustomed to trouble.

Fortunately, I'm a coward.
That will balance the situation.

Thank you.

See the stones,
the workmanship.

Would you gentlemen care
to buy a ring?

Not interested.

Not interested, huh?

Well, you're the loser.
It's beautiful ring.

Marvelous workmanship.
It's magnificent.

- What is it? What is it?
- That ring.

It belongs
to the Count de Polan.

But the count's in England.

Go in and ask the captain
if he'd be kind enough

to have a word with me.

Excuse me, Capitan?
Well, what is it?

If we can just talk.

My friend is interested
in your ring.

Would you mind stepping outside?

Very well.

- Well, where is he?
- Please.

- Very valuable ring.
- Very.

I wonder, captain...

if you'd be kind enough to tell
me how you came by this ring?

- I don't remember.
- Oh, you don't?

Perhaps a little wind
in your gullet

might refresh your memory.

Speak up.

Took it from a prisoner
in the fortress.

- The Count de Polan, wasn't it?
- No.

The truth, or on my soul

I'll drive this steel
right through your neck.

- 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 seriously impaired.

And Don Juan has disappeared.

Completely vanished.

- Is there no sign of him?
- None.

But don't worry, my dear,

the frontier guards
have been alerted.

And this time we'll have his
head. This time...

Your Majesty.

Well, what is it?
- Don Juan de Marana 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, senor.

Well, what do you want of us?

I bare grave tidings,
Your Majesties.

What's happened, Rodrigo?

Don Juan's in the
palace, Your Grace.

He's found out about
the Count de Polan.

- What's that?
- Phillip?

But Lorca wouldn't
dare 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.

Ah, 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.

Since 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.

Alright, open.

Yes, Capitan.

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...

Mercy...

Your Excellency?

Don Jose?

It's me.

Don Juan, Juan. Juan de Marana.

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 Sent"?

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.

But you know as well as I do
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 here?
Is the queen alright?

At the moment, but since
the 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, 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 to the palace?

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 have 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.

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?

Hmm. 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, guards!

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, senor.

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...

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.

Strange.

Once to have heard those words

would have brought me
complete happiness.

Now they bring only pain.

You're the queen. Without you,
the king would rule badly.

The people would suffer.

Your exile would be bitter.

Bitter?

Any more bitter than
being married to a man

who is estranged to me?

More bitter than having you
go out of my life forever?

Once I promised you
to devote myself

to the welfare of our country.

Would you want me to take
away the one ruler

who could bring her happiness?

I asked you that when I was
a queen. I am no longer.

You are. You always will be.

I shall be the only one

who knew that for just a little
while there was no queen.

Just ahead lies
the road to Lisbon.

Yes.

There's a great new university
there, Leporello.

I've decided to devote myself
to some serious study.

Perhaps write my memoirs.

Well, it will be
a change, anyway.

At long last, lead the peaceful
calm of an academic life.

No more romance.

No more the idle search
for beauty.

No more, no more...

Your pardon, senor.
Is this the road to Barcelona?

- It is, senorita.
- Thank you so very much.

- Adios.
- Adios.

Juan.

No more romance, eh?

My dear friend, there's a little
bit of Don Juan in every man.

But since I am Don Juan,
there must be more of it in me.