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At the end of the 16th century, during the war with France,

in the camp of Philippe the third, King of Spain.

It doesn't work.

It's not her chin.

You didn't get a good look at her.

But, Sire, it was eight months ago, eight long months of war.

No one can forget such a face.

Not during his whole life.

I tried my best, Sire. But your Majesty is hard to please.

If only you'd found her on that day,

I would know her name by now.

You're right, Sire, but to find someone

in a crowd of one thousand people

is not as easy as one might think.

We have looked everywhere and canvassed the city,

your entire Court was engaged in the search,

but in vain. It's not our fault.

A bunch of incompetents! I can't rely on my own people anymore.

Here... - What are you doing?

Her eyes look like this.

Her lips are like that.

And here's the chin. That's it!

Sire, the Prime minister wants to see you.

Majesty, the King of France is sending his men to negotiate peace.

Sirs, war is over.

Time to go home at last!

Seven Swords for the King

The Castle, Sancho. Our home.

After three years.

At last! - Let's hurry, Sancho!

Come on, hurry.

There's no one. - Try again.

What do you want?

Let's go!

Get off him!

Who let you enter here without requesting audience?

This is my home, idiot!

Where are my servants? Alonso, Felipe, Luis...

And my father?

You alive?

Esteban, what happened?

It can't be! We thought you dead at war.

Don Carlos, I'm sorry but I didn't recognize you. - Who are you?

I'm the steward of your cousin,

the Duke of Saavedra.

The Castle staff has been replaced since the accident.

What accident?

I'm sorry to have to deliver the news so abruptly but...

your father has been murdered.

Murdered?

How? By whom?

A set of bandits.

Obviously, since we thought you dead,

the Duke of Saavedra has inherited the Castle and the lands

by rights.

Don't stand here! Go to bed!

Come on, go away!

Scram!

I was gonna start diner.

Maybe the Count wants to eat something?

Your excellency's room has stayed as it was.

Everything is in its place.

Hurry up! Get the room ready!

Open the windows, bring his luggages.

Some fresh sheets.

Make the bed and tidy up, quickly!

A very sad homecoming, Sir...

May I help you? - Get out.

But, Sir, I wanted... - Out!

As you wish.

Go to sleep, Sancho. - Good night, Count.

You're looking for me, friend?

I wanted to question him.

You know who he is? - Probably a bandit.

I was awakened by a scream.

One of the servants is ill, he's feverish.

Pack up and get the horses ready. We're leaving for Lerida at once.

Now? - Now!

Close the gates.

Maybe we could make a halt, Count?

I'm so tired.

I want to be in Lerida tomorrow.

Look, there!

My God, they're bandits! - Let's hasten up!

Scoundrels!

Stop at once!

Soldiers will be here in a second. Who are you?

Get down your horse and get closer if you want to know.

We'll meet again, friend.

With pleasure.

Let's go!

See you soon, friend!

You got here just in time to save us!

Relax now, Senora. - Thank you.

Say, do you know an inn nearby?

Two hours away from here.

Sir, could you escort us please?

I'm sorry, Senora, but I'm in a hurry.

But it's on our way, Sir. And we must also rest a little!

Shut up, Sancho!

For you. If you agree to escort us.

So, still in a hurry?

For you. If you succeed in following me.

Really!

Coachman, stop!

Slow down!

Coachman, stop!

Do you want to taste our grapes, Senora?

No thanks. Is my bed comfortable?

It's the best I have.

Come, Maria.

These six hours on the road have worn me out!

I have never suffered such a torture.

I'm going to bed. - Yes, my dear.

Forget this awful trip. I'll join you in a while.

You almost killed us!

My poor bones!

Why didn't you let these bandits kill us? It couldn't possibly have been worse.

Senora, you wanted an escort and I agreed.

I told you I was in a hurry.

So, you say that I should thank you too?

Not you, Senora, but the bandits.

At the time being, they can enjoy quietness and peace,

far away from the shrilling sound of your voice.

Boor!

What are you doing?

Your excellency, the room is ready.

You may leave.

Let's go.

Your room, Senora. It's the best.

I wanted you to have it. - Good night, my dear.

But don't tell it to the Senor who is escorting you. He would be mad at me.

He seems a bit touchy.

And I would lose a good client.

Help me please.

It's unbelievable...

Yesterday, everything was falling apart on me.

And today, I'm happy... as I've never been before.

Why that?

Does it still matter?

Anyway, you will forgot everything.

Sooner or later.

And you'll forget me too.

You don't mean what you say.

Good morning, Excellency. - Good morning, my good man.

I hope you had a good night's sleep.

It was a wonderful night! You inn is a palace.

Tell the Senoras that we're ready to go.

The Senoras have already left. - What?

One hour ago, with great haste.

But who are they? What's their names?

I don't know, Excellency. It's the first time I see them.

I'm sorry.

Have you seen the Duke of Saavedra?

He's over there. - Thank you.

Carlos! My Cousin Carlos!

We thought you dead at war.

How did you manage to come through it?

I'll tell you later. It's a long story.

I can't believe it! I'm so happy to see you.

I've got terrible news for you though.

I know already. I passed by the Castle.

What...Already?

Poor Carlos... What a sad homecoming.

And that's not the end of it. Someone tried to kill me at the Castle.

Who did that? Who?

I don't know. Your steward has killed him before I could make him talk.

Probably a bandit.

A bandit...Those bandits again!

I've already captured three of these murderers.

They will pay for the others.

We're the two remaining family members, Carlos.

But you're home at last. That's the most important.

It's your home now. You have inherited the Castle.

As soon as tomorrow, all your property and possessions will be back in your hands.

I'm happy to see you. - Me too.

His Majesty, the King of Spain and Portugal,

of Sardinia, Napoli and Sicilia.

Emperor of India and overseas countries.

Protector of Christians by God's grace.

His Eminence, the Great Inquisitor.

And his Excellency, the Prime minister.

Majesty....

The Duke of Saavedra and Don Carlos de Bazan.

Don Carlos de Bazan?

Marquis, didn't you tell me he was dead?

As my Prime Minister I thought you better informed than that.

But, Sire, my informants swore to me

that he died in the fight during the siege of Pampelune,

at the head of your troops.

If he came back to life since then, it's not my fault.

What is your wish, Don Carlos?

I wish to put my sword to your service.

I'm happy to have you back amongst us the living.

It's the chance of your life. Don't miss this opportunity.

Escort the King to Toledo.

The King needs a man like you,

a dedicated soldier, not a parasite like so many others in his escort.

You earned the job.

I was afraid I'd lost you.

I think you're mistaking me with another person, Sir.

What do you mean?

I mean that I have never met you before, Sir. Let's go.

Get him! Get him!

To the thief! - Help!

José, help me!

Murderers!

Holy Virgin!

Help us! - Enough!

Murderers!

It's over, thank God.

Here they come again!

Who are you?

Who sends you? Who commands you?

"Meeting is at midnight in the ruins of the San Diego Abbey."

"The password is Catalogna."

Hold on!

Catalogna.

Come with us.

Our chief has received important news, a message from the King of France

who promises that he will back us.

We can start our course of action.

Our chief has prepared a plan

to force the King to abdicate and give up all his rights to the Crown of Spain.

We have achieved our objective.

By signing this document, the King will engage to pass on the throne to his cousin,

the King of France's vassal.

What if the King refuses to sign?

He will sign, swing-high, swing-low.

Even Kings are mortals.

But let's be careful. He's well protected.

He's surrounded by trustworthy men.

We have reasons to believe that the Prime Minister suspects something.

Now, come ahead, one by one,

and show your face to the chief.

You!

Take off your mask.

Go.

You!

Take off your mask.

Go.

Take off your mask.

Go.

Take him! Don't let him get away!

This is a rather unexpected visit, Don Carlos de Bazan.

Who sends you?

Who sends you?

Our horses!

You again! - Time is of the essence!

Run to Lerida and warn the Prime Minister.

Who are you? - Trustworthy men at the service of the King just like you.

Hurry up!

His Excellency the Prime Minister is going to receive you, Sirs.

Sorry for the vase.

Am I wrong or your entrance doesn't seem very formal?

I'm sorry, your Excellency.

I bring you a letter that my father wrote just before he died.

His last wish was that I put it into your hands personnally.

A plot is being hatched against the King.

I am very grateful for this, Don Carlos.

Your father was a faitful friend of mine.

We can't speak now. Come back tonight in my private chambers.

My nephew Manolo will let you in.

Thanks again, your Excellency, in the name of my father.

Follow me.

Wait here. His excellency will send for you.

Come.

Open in the name of the King!

Search every room!

Remove the gag and release him.

I'm Raimondo Fuentes, officer of her Majesty's guard.

Where are we? Where did they take me?

In the Prime Minister's private chambers. Follow me.

I thought I would never get out of here alive.

Where are Manolo and the Prime Minister?

You'll see them soon.

Release me. Come on, release me!

You!

It's me who let him in tonight.

He has requested an audience this morning. I can't remember under what pretext.

His Excellency was in the library when I heard a scream.

I came in and found his Excellency in that state.

Next to him stood his murderer.

We knocked him out and tied him up.

But the Prime Minister was already dead.

The King has turned down your request for grace.

It's understandable.

In everybody's eyes, I'm a murderer.

You a murderer? Don't make me laugh!

I know you since you were born, Carlos. You're a true Christian.

This is a set-up!

I will fight to do you justice.

I swear on my honor, on what I hold most dear.

What can we do?

You must leave Spain

and go to France under a false name.

You'll be safe there and I'll find out the real murderer.

I have a way to get you out of here.

But you'll have to do exactly as I say.

What shall I do? - Get married.

Get married?

I'm not crazy. Listen to me, Carlos.

The King is in love

with a woman who is not noble and who will never be.

She could only if she became the Countess de Bazan first.

She could get you released right away.

The King will refuse her nothing.

Trust me, Carlos. It's the only solution.

I have no choice anyway.

Father, we're ready.

Don Carlos de Bazan, Prince of San Diego,

do you take Donna Isabella de Medina to be your lawful wedded wife?

Donna Isabella de Medina,

do you take Don Carlos de Bazan to be your lawful wedded husband,

according to the rites of the Holy Church of Rome?

Share your alliances.

I declare you united by the bonds of marriage in the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit.

Now we have nothing to fear.

Yep!

Prepare to die, my son.

Listen carefully. The rifles are loaded with blanks.

Fall on the ground and I'll declare that you're dead.

Then your friends will take you in a safe place.

Let's go!

Stop! Stop!

It is wet, idiot!

How do you expect to shoot with a wet rifle, moron!

You! Come here! - Me?

Yes, you!

Dumbass!

Your rifle is loaded?

Certainly! - You, take it!

Come on, carry on now, move!

Ready?

Take aim!

Fire!

Come with me.

Don't move.

You again?

Where am I? Probably in hell.

You're really lucky. The bullet grazed the heart.

Another centimeter to the right and you were dead.

Count, thank God you're alive! - Sancho.

He watched over you days and nights.

How did you manage to save me?

50 gold coins to the Officer. He was rather expensive.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Gomez.

I was a Doctor.

But an act of God forced me to give up my job.

Senor Di Posa, poet and literary man.

The Brothers Lazzaro and Miguel, once thieves, nowadays they devote their youthful vigor

to a much more noble cause.

Ramiro,

our blacksmith.

Las Rosas, our fencing master from the school of Toledo.

All faithful to the King, like you.

You, some outlaws, faithful to the King?

We were forced to become outlaws.

You must know, my young friend,

that those that plot against the King are powerful nobles.

You must also know that those who refuse to support their scheme

have been imprisoned, persecuted or killed.

Like your father, the Count.

Why did you risk your lives to save me?

Because you could be very useful to us.

The Castle de Bazan has a secret passage that leads to the countryside.

But nobody really knows where it is located. It's one of your family secret.

Only you

could lead us to the passage's entry. - Why?

Because the Castle de Bazan is the headquarters of the King's enemies.

We must do something fast. - Count...

That's enough for now. He must get some rest.

Let's go.

Don't leave me!

The way is clear now.

Enemies that were a danger to our cause,

the Prime Minister and Don Carlos De Bazan, are dead.

The plan of our leader can finally be put into practice.

We're going to lure the King

in a place that is in our favor.

The Castle de Bazan.

Now listen to the words of our leader.

I finally received news from Paris.

The King of France is sending us a shipment of weapons

and amunitions.

With his support, the triumph of our cause is certain.

Sirs, any hesitation could be fatal.

You have to strike suddenly, harshly, forcefully.

Come on, let's build our teams, you will command the second.

For my team, I want Dona Maria with me.

You, Dona Ines, with me.

You, Duchess... will be part of the other team.

You're too good at this game. Together we would win in the first round.

Dona Maria, with me.

Voilà! - Are you hurt?

Come here.

Go learn about the lady there. It's the one I saw at the Corrida.

This Lady is the young Dona Isabella.

Countess de Bazan, widow of my cousin.

Perhaps a word of sympathy from me would...

Majesty, I strongly advise against it.

Her husband has been executed less than ten days ago

for killing the Prime Minister.

Yes, I remember. Of course, I understand her sadness.

I didn't know that she lived here.

She retired to the Castle de Bazan, where she has begun a long period of absolute solitude.

This tragedy has completely overwhelmed her.

She only finds comfort in prayer.

Of course, maybe a meeting with the King...

could give her a new will to live.

Castle de Bazan, you said?

Isn't it on the road to Toledo?

No. Getting there would take a bit of a detour through Catalogna.

We'll take it, we'll take it!

We have a sincere desire to visit that country.

Sire, I oppose this with all my strength.

I remind his Majesty that we should be in Toledo next month.

May I also remind his Majesty of his duties as Monarch.

Sire, his Eminence is right.

Alright!

Now, with your permission, I'd like to finish this game.

Medoro!

Too bad!

The Countess de Bazan had prepared a theatrical entertainment at the Castle.

Another of these modern italian comedies full of sensationalism, undoubtedly.

I doubt that the moral tragedy titled "Temptation of the Christian soul"

penned by his Eminency belongs to that kind.

What? My tragedy!

The Countess is going through hard times

and finds moral support

by reading your play.

She read it three times already, always crying.

The Countess wants to put on a show of my tragedy?

I cried too, your Eminency, and I'm not a man who moves easily.

To the respect I have for the clergyman

you can add the love I have for the poet.

I don't know what to say... I'm confused.

Besides...

For the King, a show such as this would have been of great help,

because of its great moral value.

Too bad!

Well, the Castle de Bazan is not so far away.

We just have to convince the King.

Well, if the King changes his mind, tell me as soon as you know.

They need three days for the rehearsals.

Rehearsals! Of course!

It's unbelievable, after so many years of misunderstanding.

Sire! Sire!

Where is his Majesty?

The shipment of weapons is on its way.

It should be on this side of the frontier at the time being.

Our most faithful men escort the convoy.

Go! Move away!

Country life makes you hungry!

This is the monologue of justice.

The hardest part to stage.

"To the underworld, return..."

Duke, you're going to the Castle, I believe? - Yes, your Eminency.

With the permission of your Majesty.

I look forward to the rehearsals. - Very well.

Pass our thanks to the Countess de Bazan

for her hospitality and her welcome.

Be certain, your Majesty, that the Countess de Bazan is eager

to pay her respects in return.

You'll have to explain a few passages of my play to the actors.

Especially the part where the soul is

surrounded by demons in the forest of sin.

A crucial scene in the whole drama.

The soul is saved

by the theological virtues

but also by Justice.

I wanted, in this way,

to make a symbolic

fusion of political and religious virtues.

Let me read you a few sentences...

Please, no!

Take this!

I only meant, your Eminency, that I'd rather see the play without preconceived ideas.

I don't want to hear a single word and prefer to keep the surprise of the show intact.

It is important for a King to remain in contact with the humble.

Just as we will.

No, tonight, I will undress myself.

- But, Sire, the protocol requires that... - We're in the country!

Let's have some freedom for once! - But the protocol?

Your Eminency!

Our horses, quickly!

Sire, forgive us!

Sire, we beg your pardon again.

But you are safe only here with us.

There's a conspiracy against you.

Bunch of fools!

Morons!

Free me!

I'm suffocating! That's enough! I'm not the King!

I've been saying that for one hour!

This is the dowry for your wedding.

Back to hell, furies who are chasing me.

The banner of St Michel is already floating in the sky.

Angelic justice rules the Iberian lands.

At the side of the virtuous and brave Philippe.

Philippe, protector of the noble Christians

and by the Lord's grace, our leader and King.

The heavenly sword strikes the infidels.

The war, the storms...

Stop!

I cannot learn the role if I am being interrupted!

The King wil be seated here.

You, Isabella,

here.

You all must learn by heart this line.

Repeat again.

Angelic justice rules the Iberian lands.

At this moment, you get off the stage

and you turn around the throne.

At the side of the virtuous and brave Philippe.

I'll make a sign to put the lights out.

Then, we will all get closer to the throne, hands on the sword.

The King will be completely surrounded.

We'll take him easily.

Never such a lousy play

will have been as decisive for the history of Spain.

Duke, we're lost!

Don't you realize what you're doing?

There's been a mistake. The text of the actors is misprinted.

We will be laughed at if we leave it like this.

Get up, forget the protocol.

It's my fault anyway.

I should have revised my text.

Don't worry, your Eminency. We have enough time to make corrections.

Really, Duke, your words make me relive.

Look!

Open the book, quickly!

Look: It's "ribbed", not "ribs".

And here, "silence of the fight" instead of "silence of the night".

The printer will pay for this.

As soon as we're back in Toledo, I'll send him to the stake.

Eminency, allow me to introduce you to

Countess de Bazan.

Dear Countess, I couldn't wait to meet you.

It is rare today

to find a woman who loves good theater.

Let's rehearse! All night long if it's necessary!

I would like to retire. I'm tired. - Of course, go to rest, dear Isabella.

Mystery of creation

that fills the soul with amazement.

Justice has dispersed all the demons of fury.

Rushing Satan into hellish horror.

You can go. I don't need you anymore.

You can go too.

Me, Senora?

Our wedding night at last!

You're alive?

Alive? I can't believe it!

Thank God! It's unbelievable!

If you were in theater, you would be the greatest actress of Spain!

You looked really happy to see me again.

You have no right to judge me. What do you know about me?

You're right.

I only know that you give yourself to the first man who comes into your path.

And also that you're my cousin's accomplice.

You have no right to say that!

Beware! I heard footsteps!

You want to keep playing the comedy all the way!

I also know that you're wearing my name.

In Spain there's only one way to punish a woman

who has smeared her husband's name.

Go away! I don't want to ever see you again!

Don't be afraid, Countess!

This time he will not get away.

I swear to you.

Leave her alone.

Let's see if your really are invulnerable.

Wait! Let's take him to the Duke.

He will certainly insist on interrogating him.

You're right.

Turn around.

Turn around!

Put your hands behind your back.

Give it to me.

If he moves, shoot.

Why did you do that?

Because I love you.

I loved you at first sight.

What do you want? - I heard a gunshot.

No, I heard nothing. Go back to sleep.

Get the rope.

Let's get some rest.

Tomorrow will be a long and difficult day.

A moment...There's still something I'd like to see with you.

Take the torch. Carry on playing.

I just go for a walk. Don't go to any trouble.

Give us some light.

We're safe. The secret passage is there.

There, behind this cabinet.

You got home all right, dear cousin?

I knew you were here and that you'd try to get out this way.

I understand what drove the beautiful Isabella to betray me.

Love.

Unbelievable! A love marriage.

It's the first time this happens in our family.

But I can't forgive your betrayal.

You have joined our cause of your own free will.

You cannot change your mind now.

It's done already. I don't want to talk to you anymore.

Come on! Try to be reasonable, Isabella.

Think about what will happen to you and your husband...

if you refuse to obey me.

You'll kill us anyway when we're useless for you.

Rather get it done now.

You're not afraid of death, Isabella, because...

you've never looked into the eyes of death before.

Believe me, it can be horrible, abominable.

Steward!

Hurry up!

Look at this little fish. It's cute, huh?

It comes from America.

My steward has a great passion for Natural Sciences.

He breeds them here in the Castle.

Tell me, what is their favorite food already?

Human flesh, Eminency. - Yes, it's true!

Human flesh.

Look...

Imagine a man immersed among these graceful creatures

for a few minutes...

Open the hatch!

Look!

They cut up a man in less than three minutes.

There are thousands of them and they're hungry.

Very hungry.

We're going to give you a practical demonstration.

Bring down the cage.

Get in the cage.

But, your Excellency, you don't mean...

Get him in!

No, Excellency! I was faithful to you. Except a few little mistakes...

Tell them to release me! I beg you, Duke!

What happens tonight is only your fault.

I have no sympathy for incompetents such as you!

Let me out!

My dear Isabella, you just saw what might happen to your husband.

I'm sure now I can count on your entire collaboration.

Isn't it?

Come.

Get up, Senora.

This is the most beautiful day of my life.

It will culminate in a wonderful art evening.

At last! Where are the others?

Dead. We've been attacked.

We're the only ones left. - Move.

Duke, I'm not satisfied with how the Justice line rings.

It is flat, dull.

It lacks brio in declamation.

Don't worry, Eminency.

The show will have much more success than your Eminency...

can imagine.

Duke...

The shipment of powder and weapons we were expecting has arrived.

Bandits attacked the convoy...

but three carts have been saved.

Have them unloaded in the underground tunnel.

Sire...

Open the door to the tunnel. Unload weapons and powder!

Let's go!

Quick! Let's get Don Carlos!

Back to hell, furies who are chasing me.

The banner of St Michel is already floating in the sky.

I am Justice, celestial virtue.

My arm raises the sword.

And here are the other virtues that join me.

Here are Charity, Hope and Faith.

Already they're fleeing the cohorts of the sinister evil.

And divine light shines brigtly

in the silence of the night, facing its creator.

My heart is now filled with angelic stupor.

Of evil wrath

Justice is not afraid

as it hurls Satan

into the infernal horror.

O new light

that comes to enlighten me.

O cruel ordeal that I will overcome.

I, Justice, rule over the Iberian lands.

At the side of the virtuous and brave Philippe.

Philippe, of great faith,

protector of the noble Christians.

And by the Lord's grace, our leader and King.

Eminency, where is the King?

And to think that this is the man who holds the reins of our country.

Go!

Sire, I...

I would like to convince you about my sincerity.

Every word seems so trivial to express my passion.

I can only say: I love you.

Majesty, you're in danger. There's a conspiracy against you.

Leave, filthy herds, the holy lands of Spain.

Leave forever our fertile countryside

on which reigns Philippe, our paladin King.

Our Monarch by divine right

Don't move. You're my prisoner.

Duke, have you lost your mind?

No, Sire.

In a moment, your reign will be over.

Not yet, Luis.

Surrender!

You are our prisoners. You're two against twenty.

You're wrong once more!

Surrender in the name of the King!

Block all the exits!

Welcome, cousin! Come and take me!

Our stay in the Castle de Bazan has been very instructive.

It has allowed us to distinguish our friends from our enemies.

I will always be grateful to you, Don Carlos.

My life is at your service, Sire.

My house, everything I own

belong to you, Majesty. - Not everything.

All my best wishes to you, Dona Isabella. And to you, Don Carlos.

Please have a seat, Eminency.

With pleasure, Sire! This way I will be able to read you

the parts of my play that

your Majesty doesn't know yet.

Give me the book. - I forgot it in the Castle.

Incompetent!

Fortunately, I know it by heart.

I will say it even better than all the actors.

Back to hell, furies who are chasing me.

The banner of St Michel is already floating in the sky.

Angelic Justice reigns on the Iberian lands...

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