Prince of Foxes Page #3

- How much?

- You were expensive.

- They paid without bargaining?

Yes. You're distinctly

not wanted in Ferrara.

Do you know why?

I never cut a throat without knowing

whose it is or why I'm cutting it.

The mere idea of a marriage between

Alfonso d'Este and Lucrezia Borgia...

blisters their pride.

The lady's had too public a life.

Well, having lost you one employment,

I should find you another.

Your game?

It amuses me to think

of entering Ferrara...

the master of the man

who was hired to kill me.

Such insolence is stimulating. But have you

thought of what will happen to me?

The same thing that'll happen to me.

We live or die together. And I intend to live.

I'll bear your service while the bond lasts,

and warn you when I'm quitting.

Fair enough.

Let's to bed. We leave

in the early morning for Ferrara.

There's a fine inn at Crespino

with a beautiful kitchen.

Would Your Lordship wish

to spend the night there?

No. That's a prosperous

looking farm.

[Man Scoffs

Why shouldn't it be?

That's the widow Zoppo's farm.

Why do you turn down

your nose at it?

Ah, to answer that

would be really a story.

There was the father,

a blacksmith...

and his good wife,

Mona Maria.

They had a son who

was more than bright.

So, the poor, foolish parents

saved their money...

to send him to Padua

to study with the great masters.

Some six years ago,

he disappeared.

The next we heard, he had become

a bandit down south in the Regno.

- The father's dead, huh?

- Yes, almost two years. They say from a broken heart.

The old lady lives alone?

Yes, and keeps her thoughts

to herself.

Only the old woman and God

know how much gold she has hid away.

Every ducat of it stolen

by her bandit son.

Where does she hide her gold?

Who knows where an old woman

hides her gold?

In pots buried in the earth...

in sugar bowls,

under her bed, in her skirts.

Women can find

always places to confound a man.

They spend their lives

confoundin us.

We'll stop tonight

at Crespino.

Yes, Your Excellency.

[Do Barkin

[Barkin Continues

Who is it?

What do you want?

Keep out of my house!

- Andrea.

- Oh, Mammina.

My boy!

My boy, my boy, my boy.

Thank God

you've come home to me.

Let me look at you.

Let me-

My goodness,

just like a gentleman...

with a sword...

and real fur on his collar

and a red hat.

So beautiful.

No, you're the one who's beautiful.

You haven't changed a bit.

No, thanks to you.

For six years

I worry and wait and wait.

Mammina, you're not going to waste

our precious time scolding me.

- How soon must you go?

- Sunrise.

- [Barkin

- Oh, Furio. Stop it!

- Someone outside?

- Oh, no. Rabbits, mice, cats.

A widow's dog never rests.

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