Alatriste Page #4
The church is broad.
Might you mean Father Bocanegra?
Excellency, I...
You are right, don Luis.
The good Father is a saintly man.
As we all know.
Tell me...
Are your boots a sign of lack
of means or soldierly arrogance?
Both, Excellency.
As you see, don Luis,
senor Alatriste
is both poor and haughty.
But he also appears to be
brave, discreet
and trustworthy.
It would be a pity if some
misfortune were to befall him.
I would not wish it so.
Of course, Excellency.
But with the kind of life
I imagine senor...
Batriste...
whatever his name, leads,
he must often
be exposed to danger.
No-one could then
take responsibility.
Naturally, don Luis.
In order to spare you any such
inconvenience, I have decided
that henceforth
you will serve your king
in the Indies.
Men like you are needed there.
You may begin preparations
for the voyage.
As for you...
Your former general,
Ambrosio Spinola,
wishes to win more battles
for us in Flanders.
It would be considerate of you
to be killed there, not here.
I'll bear that
in mind, Excellency.
Come with me.
For four long years
I've studied this map every night.
I know every port,
every canal, every estuary,
every fortress...
Flanders deprives me of my sleep.
Yet I've never been there.
It is the end of the world,
Excellency.
When the Lord God created Flanders,
he lit it with a black sun.
A heretic sun
that neither warms you nor dries
the rain that soaks you to the bone.
It is a strange land,
inhabited by strange people
who fear and despise us
and will never give us peace.
It deprives one
of more than sleep.
Flanders is hell itself.
Without Flanders
there's nothing, Captain.
We need that hell.
Breda, 1625. After one year's siege
by the Spanish
They'll blow our balls off
with their mines.
Keep down!
Sons of b*tches!
Did you find eggs?
Yes.
How many?
Two.
Wine.
Clumsy!
Give me that.
I hear you had
a letter from the Indies.
Yes.
And who wrote to you,
if I may ask?
Angelica de Alquezar.
Alquezar...
A name that brings us bad luck.
I almost have him.
Give me that bread.
Do you have him or not, damn it!
Not now.
But he occasionally looks out.
I'll be ready the next time.
Sh*t!
Portuguese, see if
you can draw him out.
Dutchman!
Did you kill him?
One bastard less...
Another Dutchman
dead in mortal sin.
Like you when they kill you.
What did you say?
What did you say?
You can't fool me,
however much you cross yourself.
You Portuguese
are all half-Jews.
Do you want to die?
The Captain!
I bring orders.
Perhaps these gentlemen
have something to say.
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