The Devil's Brother Page #3

So you are Fra Diavolo?

'Tis true you've never seen my face,

but you've heard my voice.

On yonder rock reclining

Diavolo...

On yonder rock reclining...

Diavolo the bandit stands

In his hand his carbine hold

'Tis his best friend of old

Tremble!

E'en while the storm is beating

A while hear echo repeating

Diavolo, Diavolo, Diavolo

Gentleman, allow me to introduce you

to our rival competitors.

If you hadn't arrived in the nick of time,

Diavolo would have been no more.

With such ruffian as these

in our midst...

...everybody's life's in danger.

- Well, what shall we do with them, boys?

- Hang them!

Hanging it shall be.

Throw a rope over that tree.

Please, sir, spare our lives.

First you steal my name,

and then you hold me up.

- Hanging's too good for you.

- Oh, please, give us another chance.

We didn't mean to hold you up.

We were just coming around...

All right, all right.

I'll give you another chance.

Can we go now?

You shall be the executioner...

...and hang that overfed windbag.

And if you make a good job of it,

you can go free.

- Well, boys, did you hold up the coach?

- Yeah.

Well, let's see what you got.

And if he's not strung up

by the time I'm through:

- Well, let's see what you've got.

- Aye.

A king's ransom there, boys.

Don't hurt him, mister.

Hold on.

Chief said he had to do that.

Here you are.

Good luck, boys.

- Well, where's the money?

- Money? We found no money.

- You...? You found no money?

- No.

Do you know what was in that coach?

Five hundred thousand francs,

and you had to miss it.

- Five hundred thousand francs?

- Five hundred thousand francs.

Dolts. Fools. Idiots. Louts.

After all my work,

you've botched up everything.

For that, there won't be any split.

Can't we at least share the jewels?

That means I shall have to follow

the coach to the inn.

None of us can follow that coach, chief.

- Why not?

- We'd all be recognized.

- Yeah.

- That's right.

There, that's better.

You're choking me.

I'm sorry.

Just be careful.

- Goodbye, Ollio.

- Goodbye.

You know, I hate to have to do this,

but you heard what he said.

Please help me make a good job of it.

I'll do my best.

You know, this is going to hurt you

more than it does me.

Put yourself in my place.

I wish I could.

I know just how you feel.

- Goodbye, Ollio.

- Goodbye.

- Ollio?

- What?

Before you go,

I have a little confession to make.

You remember that girl that

you were very much in love with and...

And you wanted to marry her...

...and she wouldn't marry you

because she heard you had a son?

Well, I was to blame for that.

I told her I was your son.

Do you forgive me?

- Goodbye, Ollie.

- Goodbye.

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