The Devil's Brother Page #4

- Ollio?

- What?

Before you go, there's just

one more thing I want to ask you.

What?

After you're gone...

...do you want to be buried,

or shall I have you stuffed?

Why, I think that I'd rather...

What do you mean, stuffed?

Well, I thought it'd be nice

to keep you in the living room.

Now, wouldn't I look silly

standing on a pedestal.

Come on and get this over with.

You're wasting my time.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye. Take it easy.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

You two, follow me.

The rest of you, get back to the camp.

- He wouldn't stay up there.

- Good.

Give me another chance.

I'll find another tree.

I'll give you both another chance.

From now on,

you'll be my personal servants...

...but you will only know me

as the Marquis de San Marco.

- Do you understand?

- Marquis de San Marco.

That's it. Do...?

- Do you understand?

- Yes, Mr. Diavolo.

If ever you breathe the name

of Diavolo again...

...or tell anyone who I am...

...I'll find a tree for both of you.

Take these to the camp.

And after you've cleaned them,

washed them and currycombed them...

...send them to me.

Isn't that nice?

Now I don't have to hang you.

And I don't have to have my throat cut,

and we can...

- What's that for?

- My son.

Will there be anything else, milady?

- Oh, just straighten up this confusion.

- Yes, milady.

Oh, those horrible, horrible bandits.

And all those beautiful jewels

I gave you, gone.

All save one, milord.

And my money?

Safe as a bug in a rug.

Clever of me to think

of having it sewn in your petticoat.

I wouldn't dare travel in this country

with so much money on me.

But perhaps someone may find it on me.

What...? What...? Why...

Who, my dear, besides myself,

would be likely to see your lingerie, huh?

No one but you, milord.

One would think, my dear,

you'd never seen a sedan chair.

I am the Marquis de San Marco.

If your inn pleases me, I shall want

the best accommodations for myself...

...and retinue.

All our thoughts

will be for your comfort, milord.

You may have any suite in the house,

Your Excellency.

Except our suite, I trust.

Milord, I would sleep in the barn

rather than discommode you.

Find out your quarters

and await my pleasure.

Don't lift until I tell you.

Up.

- Prepare everything comfortable, please.

- Yes. Go fetch your best linen.

What do you think

you're trying to do to my bull?

And you had to wave a red handkerchief.

Remember the song

you were teaching me in the coach?

Could I forget

the happiest hour of my life?

Pamela. Pamela.

Are you going to stay out there

all afternoon?

For you.

Beauty from the beautiful.

Oh, I know I'm just going to love

this romantic old inn.

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