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THE DOG IN THE MANGER
Episode 1

Once there'll be a day

When love will come to you

Whether you wish to call it or not

Whether you know where
you'll meet it or not.

Obscure is the path of love

Obscure is the path of love

You'll never hear it coming

Its face is mysterious,
its language is unknown

But when it comes,

You'll know that it's love at once

You'll know that it's love at once

You'll know that it's love at once

You'll know that it's love at once

You'll know that it's love at once

Go, Tristan! This way! Quicker!

There's hardly ever been
an equal scandal!

- She must have recognised us.
- I'm not sure. But I think she did.

Hey, mister! Listen, stop!

Stop for a moment!
How dare you treat me like that!

Come back! Come back!

Hey! I told you!

Where are the servants?
Nobody answers!

Was it a ghost that
I saw there in the dark?

What am I to do now?

Your Grace has called me,
haven't you?

All my bile could hardly
melt such phlegm!

Go, quickly, you sluggish fool!

That's really the name that
suits you!

Go and learn who was there!

Who'd left this room the moment
before you came!

- Who left this room?
- Make your feet answer! Quickly!

I'm going.

- Learn who he is, I'm waiting.
- How awful, oh, how awful!

I heard you, Your Grace,

but I couldn't believe
that Your Grace was crying

so loudly at this late hour.

There are strangers walking
in my house at night!

They almost enter my room
and have no shame or fear!

I saw this impudence myself, Otavio!

And my custodians keep
unruffled while I'm going mad!

- Signora, I've found a hat!
- Show it to me!

- What a shame.
- Well, what feathers...

- It was a thief.
- Yes, it looks like a thief's hat.

Call all women here!

What night this will be!

You'd better go to bed.

In the morning you'll find
out everything.

No.

I won't go to bed,
if my name is Diana,

I must find out whose fault this
was. I won't be able to sleep.

Maybe, these ladies will be
of help to you.

All the rest are sleeping and aren't
able to tell you anything wise.

- Do you want us to leave the place?
- Yes, go away, you both.

She's raging! It's an interrogation!

She's gone mad. And she
doesn't credit me at all.

Anarda, you!

What can I do for you, signora?

- What man has just been here?
- A man was here?

Right in this room. I know you all
and I know you very well.

Who let him in so that he could see
me? Who sold me?

Signora, please, believe me, nobody
could even think of such a thing!

You think that one of us
could let a man in here?

That one of us was able to betray
you in such a disrespectful way?

- No, signora, you are unfair to us!
- I wish your words were true,

but maybe he was visiting
one of the maids?

If this occasion deprives you
of your precious sound sleep

I must be candid, and my duty
is to tell you everything.

Although this will be against
my friendship with Marcela.

She is in love with someone.

And these feelings are reciprocal.
But I cannot make her tell his name.

Now you must tell me everything.

You've told me the essence of
the story,

so there's no reason to
conceal the rest.

Oh, signora, somebody's secret
is the worst of all torments.

I'm a woman.

Isn't it enough for you to know that
it
was Marcela's guest

- and let's stop here?

Now you can quietly sleep.

There are only words between them,
they have just begun...

I have never seen more
wicked servants!

What dirty rumours they'll start
about the young widow.

All right, I'll show you,
I'll teach you how to fear!

- If only my late husband, Count...
- Your Grace! Please...

Calm down. The man who dates her

is not a stranger in this house.

So Your Grace must not
be so much worried.

- So it was one of the servants?
- Yes, signora.

Who?

Teodoro.

My secretary?

Yes, my lady. So don't be afraid.

Anarda, step aside.

Don't be too hard on her.

I managed to calm down when I learnt

that this man hadn't been
spying on me.

Marcela!

Signora. Listen.

I trusted you my honour
and my dreams, and you...

What did she tell you about me?

You know, I'm very faithful to you
in everything.

- You claim you're faithful?
- What is my betrayal?

Isn't it a betrayal, to date
somebody here, in my house,

- and talk secretly to him?
- Wherever I meet Teodoro,

he tells me dozens
of tender words.

Dozens? How pretty!

All his thoughts he turns
into the words of love at once.

So, what does he tell you?

- Oh, I cannot remember.
- Have a try.

He says sometimes,

'Oh, I need salvation!
These eyes are killing me!'

Or he may say:
'These eyes are my only bless.

I couldn't sleep last night
and was raving about your beauty...'

Once he...

But...

Why are you interested
in all this nonsense?

- At least, he makes you happy.
- He does.

I'm sure Teodoro decided
to aim his love

at true and honest marriage.

Well, love has no other
true and decent aim.

I could help you in your affairs.

Oh, I'd be the happiest woman
in the world! I can confess to you,

as you are so kind
even in your anger,

- that I love him more than life!
- I have no intentions, Marcela,

to prevent you from marrying him.

But I also have
to care about myself,

not to give up my honour
and my respectful ancient name.

So I cannot have you dating
in this house.

But as everybody already knows,

you can continue your relationships,
only try to disguise them.

And I promise to help you
if the occasion arises.

For I know Teodoro well,
he grew up in my own house.

And you always enjoy my favour,
my dear Marcela.

I treat you like a relative.

I'm all yours, and I'm at your feet.

Now, go. And tell
them all to leave.

Well, what was there?

She was in anger,
but I gained much from it.

Did she learn your secret?

Yes, and she knows I'm true to her!

I too have often noted
Teodoro’s handsome looks,

his wit, his charm.

And if he was a man of noble birth

I'd hold him
in the most dear esteem.

There's nothing more
powerful than love.

But my honour is my highest law.

I hold the honour of my family
above the promptings of my heart.

Yet jealousy still lives inside me.

Oh, if there was a chance
once given by the fate,

and he could raise to me,

or I could go down to his level.

I didn't sleep a bit last night.

How could you sleep? If she finds
out everything, you're surely lost!

I told you: wait a little, let
her fall asleep -

no, you wouldn't listen.

Love always strives
for its highest aim!

You shoot without
looking where you hit!

A deft hand will never
miss the target.

He who is deft will always see
what's dangerous

and what's a mere nothing.

Am I unmasked?

Maybe. Or maybe not. For there's
no direct evidence,

but you're suspected.
So I'm in danger.

I can get lost at once.
What shall I do?

Leave Marcela.

What do you mean? How dare you!

Do you want a piece of good advice?
I'm sure it can help you.

Try to remember not her charm,
but her defects.

Try to cherish her biggest flaw -
and you're sure to forget her.

This is so simple, trust me, master.

I'll heal your ailment in a flash.

Trust me, as if I were your doctor.

You'll be all right,
alive and fresh.

Treat women properly,

gather all cream and honey,

but flavour it with pepper,

then your life will be
light and funny.

If you feel that you
are keen on women,

Try to search some
faults and flaws with them,

And you'll see how
easy the life will be:

if a girl is thin let's call
her skinny,

if a girl is sensible
call her a ninny,

if she has a heart
let's call her crazy,

if she's quiet and tender,
she must be lazy.

If she is too strict,
then she's a witch,

- If she's coquettish, she is ...
- Hussy!

Right!

- If a girl is lively ...
- Then she's fussy!

Good!

- If she's plump ...
- Fat and distasteful!

If she's generous - she is wasteful.

- If she's thrifty...
- Call her stingy.

- If she's small...
- She is a shrimp!

- If she's tall...
- She's a strapper.

In a day you'll sneeze,
in a day you'll sneeze

From your love like from
the hottest pepper!

What an ignorant doctor,
what vulgar quackery!

What can you expect from a medicine
made by such a pharmacist?

Your healing suits some bumpkins,
you're a charlatan, a quack.

No, Tristan, I see women
in another light.

Ah... Is Teodoro here?

It's her.

- I've been looking for you.
- I'm all yours, signora.

The judgment is delivered,
we have to leave the place at once.

A friend of mine

asked me to help her

with a rough draft of a love letter.

But I myself have little
understanding of all love matters.

And you will do it better,
I'm sure. Please, read this.

If you have written it yourself,

with your own hand, I wouldn't
dare to compete with you.

Without even looking I ask you to
send this letter as it is.

Please, read it.

I'm ready to read it,
but not to criticize it,

but to learn how
to write about love.

- I've never even tried it.
- Never!

I've never loved,
for I've always been too shy.

- I am of timid sort.
- Ah, that's why you sneak

hiding yourself in bushes
or behind a black cloak?

Behind a cloak? Me?
But when and where?

You did so when the butler saw you
last night

and recognized you
effortlessly.

Ah, that... That was a joke
we played together with Fabio.

We sometimes do
many innocent mischiefs.

Now, read it.

Or somebody who envies me
tries to blacken my reputation.

Or somebody feels jealous...

Read it.

Just to see the brilliance
of your genius, signora.

Though the god of love is artful
he rarely invented such a trick:

to kindle with a passion on seeing
another woman's passion,

to love because of jealousy,

being a pray of the unfair fate.
For I'm more beautiful than she is,

but he neglected me and gifted
another woman with happiness.

I hesitate, I have a lot of fears,

I'm jealous, but I still don't love,
I'm waiting for the feeling,

I want to be loved, too,

so I don't defend myself and don't
give up, searching for reciprocity.

But who will understand me?
Only myself.

So, what do you think?

I think that if it is the essence of
the letter

I couldn't find better
words for it.

But I'm all bewildered.
I've never heard before

that love can be
conceived by jealousy.

It's jealousy that
can be caused by love.

I think that this signora

had pleasure in meeting him,
but her heart was free of passion.

Only when she learnt that
he was in love with someone else,

jealousy kindled both
love and passion in her.

The letter is written brilliantly,
I won't ever dare to compete.

Still try.

- No, I wouldn't dare.
- But I'm asking you.

Signora, you want to demonstrate
my paltriness by this.

I'm waiting, and please, make haste.

I'm already gone.

Come here, Tristan!

I'm eager to listen to your orders,
though I'm ashamed:

My pants are shabby, for your
secretary is hard up for money.

And there is little good

if a caballero's servant
is kept neglected.

Hard up for money?

- Then he's a gambler?
- It would be fair if he were!

Because those who gamble
will win some money after all.

- Either this way or other.
- So he doesn't gamble.

He is too shy.

I suppose, he's occupied
with love instead?

With love? Or, what a joke!

He is like pure ice!

But such a man - sophisticated,
courteous, single, after all, -

must have some secret
passion in his heart.

He's at your service all day long.
He has no time for private matters.

And in the evening?
Does he stay at home?

I don't accompany him. I'm lame.

- My leg is maimed.
- How come, Tristan?

I can explain.
I rolled down the stairs.

- Down the stairs?
- Yes, I had such a misfortune.

Those steps beat all
the stuffing out of me.

You seem to have deserved it.

Tell me, what was the target
of your hat throwing?

Why do you keep silent?

I'm trying to remember
when I fell down the steps.

Yes, right.

Last night there were
too many bats, some flew inside,

I threw my hat into the nasty
creatures.

One flew against the light,

which blinded me for a moment,

and I threw my hat right
into the lamp.

At that moment I couldn't keep feet
and fell down the steps.

Well, what a fantasy!

Marquis Ricardo
has come to see you.

I'm coming. Just
you wait, a cheat!

Diana, you are a maid of heaven!

You are my sweet dream!

I'm all confused and blinded

by your unearthly gleam!

Diana, you are a maid of heaven!

You are a rare creature

which has no flaws,
which has no flaws,

your beauty is in every feature!

Your beauty is, your beauty is
in every feature!

Diana, you are a maid of heaven!

I am your man, I am your man,

I won't allow any rival

to tempt you by a crafty plan!

Diana, you are a maid of heaven!

In any battle, in any fight

I'll show and prove,
I'll show and prove,

I'll show and prove
that I'm your knight!

I am your knight, I am your knight,

I am your knight!

You are so beautiful,

looking at you I get convinced
that you are fine.

As we all know, a woman's health

is closely related to her beauty.

You are so fresh and nice,

that only a fool, a churl

who has no sense of reason could ask
you a question about your health.

So, you are fine, as I can judge

by your fine features,

I'd like to know now
if I am fine myself.

Marquis, you demonstrate
a perfect sense of tact and taste,

but my quiet looks do not deserve
your loud words of praise.

Your Grace, please, have a look.

You are busy?
Oh, I never steal anybody's time.

No, we're not pressed for time.
I'm writing a letter to Rome.

A visit on a post day
is quite unpleasant.

You are so kind.

How I hope you said it seriously!

Well, Zario, what will you say?

I think she will reward your ardour.

- So you have written it?
- Yes, but it came out poorly.

For I've been working
by the order.

Show it to me. Here you are.

Let's read it.

He who fosters his feelings seeing
another person's love, is greedy.

His ardour is excited only by envy.

He who has never dreamt of
beatitude

will stay indifferent to
another person's happiness.

But if you see that your beloved is
with your rival,

you suddenly feel love,

blood surges to your cheeks, and an
appeal is yearning to your lips,

but I keep silent, or I'll have
to insult loftiness with meanness.

I'm stopping here,
before I overstep the sacred line,

I have already revealed
myself too much...

I'll make myself forget
about happiness

or they may say
that I'm forgetting myself.

You are going to outshine
the most brilliant minds.

- Are you laughing at me?
- No.

Tell me the truth!

My answer is: you've won.

I see, there is a reason for me
to lose my sleep and peace of mind.

If a servant is more skillful than
his master,

he is turned out of the house.

Oh, no, if you are
called the winner,

it's only because your letter
is written so well.

Although there is a lame expression.

I keep silent, or I'll have
to insult loftiness with meanness.

I have to give an admonition.

One cannot be insulted by love.

It doesn't matter,
who strives for love,

you can offend him with
indifference.

- Love is a dangerous path!
- Love is...

...persistence till the end.

If you want to win a noble
lady's love,

you have to be both
zealous and persistent.

A woman's heart is
rarely made of stone.

I'm taking the letter with me,
I want to read it once again.

- But it is full of nonsense!
- No, I don't see even a bit of it.

You are so kind.

Oh, how I wish I had a letter
written by you, I'd always keep it.

Well, then...

I think, I'd better tear it up.

- Tear it up?
- Of course.

You wouldn't lose too much.

Some people lose much more.

She's gone. She seemed so proud,

now I can't believe my eyes.

One needs much courage
to make a declaration,

so bold and unexpected, like hers.

But no, it's ridiculous to think so,

she must have meant
a different thing.

Though it has never happened

to hear from this proud lady:

you wouldn't lose too much,

some people lose much more.

Some people lose much more.

I've guessed who
this friend of hers is.

No, this is wrong.

She was speaking... about herself.

That's still unlikely. She's too
clever, too prudent and ambitious.

She can't have taken
such an unwary step.

She was born for other deeds.

The best signori of Naples are at
her feet.

I do not deserve
to be even her slave.

I'm afraid,
the matter quite serious.

Perhaps, she learnt about
my love for Marcela,

and then decided to play a joke,
to mock at me.

But where do these fears come from?

Those who play jokes
never blush like roses.

And what that sigh and look could
mean: some people lose much more.

How can I make myself stop dreaming?

I must be crazy to think like that!

But I'm captured by this beauty,
I'm enchanted by this dream!

There's no other lady in the world
so beautiful and sensible like her!

There's no other lady in the world
so beautiful and sensible like her!

Are you alone here?

And we've got a minute
to see each other one-on-one!

Though, Marcela, I'm ready
to fight with death itself for you.

And I could easily give all my life
just for the chance to see you!

There was so much ado yesterday.

The Countess lost her sleep and

questioned strictly all the
servants.

I told her myself
that we would soon get married.

I couldn't conceal from her
that I'm all in love with you.

I also praised your talent, your
character and your writing style.

She was quite condescending
and kind to me.

She said my choice was right
and we would make a happy couple.

She gave a word that she would help
us to conclude our marriage union.

Because she was amazed and touched

by the story about
two loving hearts.

The Countess promised you
to help with our marriage?

She is my relative,
so she wished to help me.

Oh, how could I
misunderstand the situation?

She played a trick on me!
And I believed a foolish tale!

How can the Countess love me?

A noble bird will never deign to see
a sparrow.

The Countess only confirmed

that loving hearts must be united
by the nuptial crown.

This is the best end to the matter!

- So you agree?
- Yes, Marcela.

How can you ensure me?

I'll prove it with this hearty hug!

I'll sign our treaty
with this love embrace.

And let this passionate kiss
also show you my firm intensions.

I see, you are reforming your
behaviour.

Oh, don't worry, I'm
begging you.

I was... here...

...telling Marcela
that yesterday I'd had a fear

that you, signora,

would not be happy
but would be angry with me

for my true intention
to marry your devoted servant,

and how glad I was to hear
that, as Marcela told me,

you were so good and kind
to help us...

Filled with joy,
I dared to embrace her.

You, Teodoro, have been ungrateful:

in my house,
you've outraged all decency.

I didn't expect such impudence,
that you would use my kindness

to give yourselves the right
to get out of hand.

If love becomes so shameless

it must be punished.

That is why I want Marcela -
as you are not yet married -

to sit locked up alone, for if other
servants see you together

they all will have a wish
to marry, following her example.

- Dorotea!
- Yes, signora? Take this key

and lock Marcela in my bedroom.

She has a lot of things
to think over these days.

Don't think that I'm angry with you.

- What is it, dear?
- It's tyranny! And my bad luck.

So, Teodoro, you want to marry?

Yes, but only if you wish it.

Then you don’t love Marcela?

I could easily live without her.

According to Marcela, you’re out
of your wits with love for her.

My wits are small,
their loss is not a tragedy.

But, signora, please believe me.
Although Marcela truly deserves

attention and some tender feelings
she's never had them from me.

But haven’t you told her of love
so often

that you could deceive even
a stronger woman?

Words are very cheap, signora.

Teodoro,

what did you say, then?

Tell me, just what does a man say
to woo a woman, when he tries?

He becomes both lover and beggar.

He embroiders with a thousand lies

one small truth - perhaps not
even that.

Is that so? What
words does he use?

Signora, you’re pushing me too far.

Those eyes, I said,

those lovely eyes whose
celestial light enables me to see.

Those coral lips and teeth of pearl
-
that heavenly mouth...

- Heavenly?
- Yes, and no other words will do.

Signora, this is the language
of a lover.

You have no taste at all, my friend!

I’m afraid I may lose faith in you.

Can’t you see Marcela’s defects
outweigh her graces

if you’re close to her?

Besides, as I often try to tell her

she’s not as clean
as she could be...

Still I really have no wish to see
your love impaired in anyway...

Though I could tell you
a few things that..

So, let's leave

both her graces and disgraces.
I wish you happiness.

And I'll be happy
about your marriage, too!

But as a lover, could you give

advice to the friend of mine?

She's tortured and confused
by her love for a low-born man.

If she loves him she abuses
her authority and noble rank.

And yet if she denies her love
she will be driven mad by jealousy.

This man knows nothing of her love,
and he's discreet with her.

I'm not a good adviser
in such a matter.

I'd only tell you that if this lady
that you know

loves a man so far
beneath her

that to give way to her desire would
put her honour in grave danger,

couldn’t she see him in disguise?
She could enjoy him freely then.

Your advice is dangerous.

What if he recognizes her?

Now write for me, Teodoro,

Some words upon this subject...
Good bye.

Oh! I slipped.

Why are you staring at me?
Why don’t you give me a hand?

I have too much respect, my lady,
to offer you my own coarse hand.

Oh, you are so politely rude!

Now you hide your hand
with your cloak!

An honest hand should
not be covered.

I hold this honour higher
than anything.

When you are an ageing squire,

you will wrap your hand
in the cloak for me.

But you're still my secretary.

And as my secretary, you must
tell no one of my fall.

If you want to rise yourself...

What shall I do?

A ridiculous question.

The fortune is now on my side.

I dare to pursue this
strange good fortune,

and ignore the fears that fill
my head.

But if I do, I know
I’ll hurt Marcela.

Women give light to us
in the eternal darkness,

to leave them is the hardest sin.

Yet women too desert us
when they’re tired;

And if she could drop me,
why can’t I drop her?

I need to talk to her.

You're her cousin, and it will be
quite natural to see her home.

Since I dream to
marry her, I know,

she feels worried
that we are relatives.

But earlier I didn't feel shy,
nor had I any fears.

Whether he is a cousin or a friend,
if a man is not in love,

he enters freely to the lady's rooms
on business or without any reason.

But when he falls in love,

he has to rarely visit
the house of his sweetheart.

He even cannot speak.

He's timid, he's afraid
of everything.

I couldn't escape
this either,

and now I'm in Diana's nets.

Because I am in love, I am deprived
of previous privileges.

I don't risk to see her

like I did in the old times.

She went there without her carriage.
Only surrounded by her servants.

The church is nearby, so Diana,

to demonstrate her beauty, went
there on foot.

I'll go there! My heart is aching.

I was waiting
whether Cupid's arrows

would ever reach my heart.

But now the time has come

and I can tell that love is here,
oh, love is here!

Hey, Cupid, you shot
your arrow at me

and now my blood
is boiling in my veins!

I cannot wait even a minute now,

for I feel that love is here,
oh, love is here!

What can these young men do?

I often think about it myself.

Male beauty is seen only in wrinkles

and in white hair,
oh, in white hair.

What can these weak old men do?

Old suitors look so ridiculously!

The young and the bold
are cherished by the fate!

The world is for them!
The world is for them!

Male beauty is seen
only in wrinkles.

The young are cherished
by the fate!

Male beauty is seen
only in wrinkles.

The young are
cherished by the fate!

Male beauty is seen
only in wrinkles.

The young are
cherished by the fate!

The Marquis deserves attention!

- Marquis Ricardo!
- Yes, him.

Forget your jealousy.
Diana is indifferent to all.

But she may fall in love with him.

She is a woman, that's the
explanation!

Yes, but she is so arrogant,
she thinks only of herself!

Beauty is always arrogant.

Yes, but cruelty isn't good-looking.

She's coming.

I see the light again.

Night leaves my heart!

Will you come up to her?

Yes, I will, if my rival
has no objections.

I was waiting here
to only see you.

I'm very glad
to see you here, Count.

Signora, I've come here with the
hope to greet you

and to see you home.

Marquis, I'm happy, take my word.
And thank you.

Love makes me follow you.

Alas.

You think I'm unnecessary here?

Go on, don't be so shy.

Well, we'll see.

What is love? It's boiling blood,
a hurricane, a storm,

It bends your will and has no fears.

It is all fire, danger, anger, fury,

Love is invincible, it brings
you pain and tears.

Will you find a minute
to read a letter from Marcela?

She's left her prison
and is now waiting to see you.

'Marcela to her husband'.
Well, husband! What manners!

Only lackeys use such words
and phrases. It's so silly!

Yes, maybe, the words are silly.

Do you really think I want to watch

these little flies from my
bird's-eye view?

The answer is quite clear, but what
shall I do with this letter?

Look, what you can do.
You've torn it?

- Yes.
- But why?

It makes our task much easier
and helps us answer faster.

But yet you shouldn't
have torn it up.

To tear up Marcela's letter without

even looking into it is rather
improvident!

Your words seem to
be said under the influence of wine.

No, it's you who's dizzy because of
youth and hastiness!

Tristan! The time of happiness comes
for every person in this world.

And only those who wish to be both

deaf and blind don't hear the
voice of love.

- All right, let's call it so.
- My love! My dear!

- Stop, Marcela! Don't come nearer!
- I don't want to interfere.

My dear, what is it?

I was looking forward
to seeing you so much!

Don't violate
the countess's prohibition!

Even the birds her are strict enough
not to talk nonsense.

Did you receive my letter?

I tore it up. And I have the
reason to tear my feelings

and break it off with you.

- Are these the scraps?
- Yes, right.

So you tore up my love?

Isn't it much better than to love
expecting another trouble brewing?

So, if you agree, let's part friends
and humbly accept our lot.

So you are asking...

I have a firm intention to
be obedient

and cause no displeasure
to the Countess.

I've seen it in your eyes that you
don't love me and aren't faithful.

Farewell, Marcela.

Love has vanished, although I think
we can be friends.

How could you take such a decision!
How can you be so cruel!

I need to care about my position,

and to be grateful to the family to
whom I feel obliged.

- Wait a minute!
- Leave me alone!

- Is it a joke? Please, listen!
- I have to go.

Well, what will you say?

- What can I say?
- Is it your answer?

- Then I will say...
- I wouldn't hurry.

But I will utter it,
though, maybe, carelessly.

That if the Countess
weren't so haughty,

I would suppose that Teodoro
cherishes some secret hope.

She respects and favours him.

Stop it, Marcela.
You're speaking in vexation.

Oh, I'll give him no quarter now!

I know what to do, I'm not a fool!

I'm going to take
revenge on him!

Where is the secretary?
He's needed urgently.

- Well, what's the matter?
- I was sent to find him.

- The Countess is waiting already.
- She also has to learn to wait.

Ask her what I've been saying
about Teodoro.

He shirks the work, he's too lazy,
you won't find him.

Is it a joke or what?

Ah, you are in collusion
and playing a trick on me!

- But all your efforts are in vain.
- We? In collusion?

- Nothing doing!
- I see.

You've hatched a plot.

I haven't banished Teodoro
from my sight.

But in my heart there's
always been another man.

And he looks so much like you.

- He looks like me?
- Do you look like yourself?

I do.

So if I'm telling lies, or if
I'm dreaming of somebody else,

if it's not you who's the treasure
of my heart, and if I'm not yours,

then may I die in awful torments
of unrequited passion.

Is it all lies? You cheated?

Yet, if you died I'd get back my
poor heart that you stole long ago.

What is this idle talk for?
I don't understand.

Our dear Fabio.

Don't be shy and take this
rare chance.

Today Marcela loves,
though unwillingly.

I don't need her love if it's not
her own free will.

You see that Teodoro is like that
bird who's flown without a trace.

Oh, I have to find him.

So, he made a blunder,
now I'm in favour.

Love is a letter: if the receiver
isn't found,

you may deliver it to
someone else.

I have no pride,
I take things in a simple way.

I don't feel offended.
I'm all yours as long as I'm alive.

And may we both enjoy our happiness!

It was my duty to do so.
And let's change the subject.

Signora, I must confess
I don't understand you.

Oh, look! Marcela's there.

Accompanied by Dorotea.

I got so tired of her
during these five days.

Marcela, go away from here!

Let's go. There's
something in the air.

I guess she's jealous.
Or suspicious.

- May I tell you a couple of words?
- Yes, do.

Those two signors who have just left
love you like nothing in the world.

Or, stop it, it's silly.

What suitor do you need?

Marquis Ricardo, for example.
A perfect match.

And the Count is also very good.
But you've driven both away.

One is a fool, the other is a
madman. And you are just like them.

I cannot love them

because I am in love,

and the less hope I have
the deeper is my passion.

What? Am I sleeping?

- You are in love?
- Am I not a woman?

I'd say you are a piece of ice
which is able to freeze sunlight.

Yes, right,

and now this cold heart is at the
feet of someone of humble origin.

Who is he?

Anarda, I have my pride

and know my duty and my honour.

I won't tell you who he is.

I only know that my love for
him besmirches

the good name of my family.

Oh, no, your love can never
damage your reputation.

He who loves can turn
his passion into hatred.

And I decided

to destroy my love for him.

Will you have strength for it?
I will.

While I wanted I loved him, but now
I have the wish to fall out of love.

Oh, if only it were possible

to make our heart fall out of love.

Alas, we can't command
it in this fashion:

It is submitted totally to passion.

Oh, if only it were possible

to make our heart cool down quickly.

Alas, see how
the merciless fate lashes:

Our heart is destined
to burn down to ashes.

Oh, if only it were possible

to make our heart fall out of love.

Well... Have you heard?

The song seems to disagree with you.

Yes, I've heard it.

But I also know myself.

And I know that I'm able
to hate as much as I can love.

He who can do this

is a person of great power and will.

Signora, Fabio told me
that you had called me.

I've been waiting for you
for several hours.

I rushed here right after
I'd seen him.

I'm sorry if I'm late.

You know that two noble men
are seeking my hand in marriage.

I can't decide without
your wise advice.

Can you tell me who will make
a better husband for me?

I am afraid that my advice

is not appropriate in the matter
where one relies on his own taste.

And I will serve to any master

whom you will choose.

I granted you by calling an adviser
in such a serious matter.

But you didn't justify
my confidence.

You might ask some older people to
help you with this serious matter.

I think, your majordomo Otavio
could be of help to you,

as he is more experienced than me.

I wanted you to choose
the master for yourself.

So you think,

I should prefer Marquis Ricardo to
my cousin?

Your choice is perfect.

Well, then I'll take him.
Now, go and congratulate him.

Who could foresee such a misfortune?

Who drove her
to this unwise decision?

Whose pain can now
compare to my aching heart?

Here's my reward.

I dreamt of rising higher.

How could I believe
her tender words?

It's known that people of unequal
origin can never make a match.

Leave this hope and lead your ship
to the familiar coast.

Go back to your Marcela
and be happy with this fate.

The countess is for a marquis.

Love won't stand misalliance.

It's difficult to be
a love pretender

and to forget your former love.

The more I try
to drive away my memories

the more I feel I'm still
in love with him.

But it's the law of honour,
I must forget

all feelings, all hopes,
all desires.

I'll make my heart
accept another man

and satisfy it
with the passion it requires.

Have you talked to the countess?

Yes, I saw her.
And I'm quite happy with the news.

She doesn't want to be a widow
anymore,

so soon we can expect a
wedding ball.

Both suitors love the countess,

but she, having considered it quite
thoroughly,

- decided to prefer the marquis.
- Good choice!

I'm sent to bring
congratulations to him.

But I think, I'll let you have
this chance to earn some gold.

Go quickly. The marquis
is quite generous.

And he'll remember
your good service to him.

I'm already flying to him.

You see, how fine it all turned out.

The marquis can be proud, he managed

to persuade the countess to
marry again.

I've been looking for you in
excitement.

Can you confirm what I
hear everywhere?

Alas, Tristan, it's true,
I've been mistaken.

I know it's not fair to beat
the person who is already beaten,

but I would like to tell you
how conceited you became!

Alas, I did.

Now I'm fallen and broken.

What a miserable view you'll have
when you come back to Marcela.

We'll quickly make up
the quarrel with her.

- Marcela!
- Who is it?

It's me.

- Did you forget me?
- Yes, I did.

How dare you to even call my name!

I wanted to check how strong
your love was.

But my attempt was too precipitate,
as I can now see.

But what's the matter with you?

What's happened?

You're disappointed with your lot.

You've been refused a noble love,
and you're coming back to servants.

Or are you playing a joke on me?

I never run away
from troubles or suffering.

You've won.

And I'm coming back
to my Marcela.

I was enchanted by wicked dreams,
now I'm awakened.

So if you have at least some love,

accept me back and,
please, forgive me.

How touching! So, try again!

Be bold and persistent,
or she may see your cowardness!

Don't miss the chance. I'm more
humble, and I have found my love.

Farewell. I need a rest from you,
you are too tiring.

Besides, Fabio may see you,
and he's already almost my husband.

Tristan! Help me! Hold her!

Signora, stop.

Everybody knows that
there can be breaks in love.

All crimes can be forgiven if a
person is begging for forgiveness.

You see, Marcela, the matter is...

- Let me go.
- Wait a minute!

They are together again.

It seems to me that you are angry,
signora, that they are together?

Anarda, we must stand here
and watch attentively.

I'm jealous, and I am in love again.

Leave me alone!

Tristan is trying to reconcile them.

- They must have had a quarrel.
- A pander!

How only he lives on earth!

If Marcela declares to the whole
world that she loves another man...

- ...why should I care?
- A lion gets offended.

Fine, then let her marry him!

Have I ever told Marcela that I'm in
love with any other woman?

But I think she told you lies
to tease you!

No, I didn't!

- It's true, I didn't tell you lies!
- Stop it, Marcela.

Your Grace, don't listen,
she's talking nonsense!

I was begging, now I'm angry!

I'll show her my true revenge!

Oh, may I be hit with thunder!

Stop swearing!

I'm furious, but I...
I'm unsteady on my feet.

This rogue's tricks have no limits!

Tristan! I have no time!

- Let me go!
- Let her go.

All right, I am not
holding her. Go!

I cannot leave, my love!

I want to hold you in my arms!

To lose myself in love!

You'll never hear it coming
Its language is unknown

But when it comes,
You'll know that it's love at once

You'll know that it's love at once

Steel is obedient to a hammer,

It's thrown out of
the hot forge into the ice.

And as this torture is repeated

A perfect sword is being born!

Like steel, my heart is thrown into
fire by promising and tender looks,

And then it's tortured by being

thrown back into the ice of
haughtiness.

And if I don't perish
in the forge of passion,

I'll only be strengthened
by this torture!

A DOG IN THE MANGER
Episode 2

Once a monk came to a nun,

He wanted to play chess with her,

But the nun started to shame him:

Don't you remember, today's a day
for fast!

Oh, what a shame! Don't you
remember, today's a day for fast!

An old cook was jealous
of his young wife

and of his handsome kitchen boy,

I know him, he's in the kitchen
and cooks for me!

Oh, what a shame!
He cooks for me!

A butcher fell in love
with a young girl.

Oh, what brisket, he said aloud!

And then added:
but sirloin is better!

Oh, what a shame!
Sirloin is better!

If any other man will ever take your
place in my heart - I'll die!

Now my love for you is burning
in my heart!

And if I ever offend you, you may
return to Fabio to become his wife!

Do you want to expiate your fault?

- I'll move moutains for you!
- Then say:

all other women
in the world are ugly!

Compared to you - oh yes!
Who would object to it?

Although we are friends, I still
feel jealous a little.

I am confused
that Tristan is here.

Go on. You want to talk about me?

- Say: the countess is ugly!
- The countess is like a frog!

- And that she's a fool!
- I haven't met more foolish!

- And that she's a twaddler!
- She chatters like a magpie!

I have to interrupt them,
or they'll say too much.

I cannot stand it,
I'll reveal myself.

Oh, no, signora, it's not proper.

Who wants to know all the truth
about the countess, must talk to us.

- I cannot listen to it anymore.
- First of all...

I won't wait what will be second.
Everything must have its limits.

- I'm leaving.
- The countess...

The countess?

- I always have to look for you.
- Signora, please believe me...

Now, busy yourself.

Teodoro, take the pen.

She'll kill me, or drive me away.

- Now, write.
- I'm ready, my lady.

I entrust my destiny to the saints.

If a noble woman

reveals her feelings
to the man of low origin,

it's more than just indecent

to court another woman.

And he is a perfect fool,

who doesn't appreciate
his happiness.

- Is it all?
- What else is needed?

- Fold it and seal.
- I have already sealed it.

I only don't know the addressee.

The letter is addressed to you.

I don't understand.

Does she love only once a week?
She makes me bleeding like a doctor.

How strange her love pulse beats.

Oh, my dear!

What did she tell you?

My blood's still
hammering in the temples.

- She said...
- What?

...that she wants you
to marry Fabio.

Yes, Marcela, here is the letter

to the estate with the reques
to send your dowry.

What is it? I wish you
all the happiness,

but now that you're almost a bride,
please, don't even approach me.

Listen...

It's not the right time
for complaints.

How ungrateful Teodoro is!

Who can tolerate it?

I cannot wait even a minute.

And I'm hurrying to kiss her hand.

Tell signora that the marquis
has just arrived.

Oh, what a torment!
What is it with you?

I'm going.

And tell her
that her spouse has arrived!

Our master.

Tomorrow morning, my friend,

you will receive a splendid horse
and one thousand silver coins.

I'm all yours beginning
with this day.

This is just the first step.

Diana gives you orders, but for me

- you have become the best friend.
- I'm at your feet.

I am indebted to you
and I want to thank you.

- You are here, marquis?
- Where else I am to be?

When Fabio, your faithful herald,

brought me the news that
I'm now welcomed...

That he's your spouse now!

I rushed here at once.

Such moments are difficult to bear.

And if your husband
is going to get mad,

he will go mad because of happiness.

My heart is now in comfort!
I have achieved my dream!

I don't even know what to answer.

I don't understand.
I didn't invite you.

Fabio, what does it mean?

I don't understand. The secretary
sent me to call you.

I wouldn't
arrange the thing myself.

Ah, it's Teodoro's fault.

He heard me saying not long ago that
I valued you more than Federico,

that I admitted your superiority
over him.

So they decided, that I
was ready to marry you.

Forgive these fools.

If this place weren't so sacred

because of you, I swear, I'd kill
this Fabio!

I hope that once my passion
will melt your icy heart.

What is it? How did you dare?

- Your Grace, I am not guilty!
- Where is he? Send Teodoro to me!

Alas, I'm left without the promised
money and the horse.

The marquis wanted to kill me.

But I regret not this,
I'm crying over the loss of money.

I'll give you a piece
of good advice.

What advice?

Count Federico is now all worried
that she can marry the marquis.

Go to tell him that the engagement
is broken.

He'll reward you
generously.

- I'll fly there like an arrow.
- Yes, run.

Oh, love, why are you tormenting me?

I was prepared to forget you.

Why does your shadow visit me?

And brings a cruel pain
into my heart.

Oh, love, why are you tormenting me?

Oh, love, what do you want from me?

You, like a serpent,
crawled into my heart.

You tempted it with a sweet hope,

aroused carelessly
my wishful thinking.

Oh, love, why are you tormenting me?

Oh, love, why are you tormenting me?

Did you call me, signora?

I'm glad that this fool has left.

I read a hundred times
the letter composed by you, signora.

And I can assure you that
it's reverence

that must be blamed
for my being shy.

But my fault is also in missing
the signs of your attention.

I should have told you
long ago

that I'm in love with you!

Moreover, I owe you.

Well, I believe you, Teodoro.

It would be strange if you didn't
love your signora

who did you so
much good,

who values you higher
than other servants.

I don't understand you!

You must try to understand me.

And never even think of
overstepping the bounds of decency!

Suppress your feelings, Teodoro.
If such a noble lady favours you

it's quite a lot to fill your life
with happiness and honour.

I must confess, signora,
that your eloquence

is more exciting than your mind!

Excuse me, if I'm not polite.

What are all these words for?

As soon as I get calm and cold -
you flare up like dry straws.

As soon as I again start burning,
you become as cold as ice.

You could allow me to marry Marcela.

But you are like the dog
who lies on manger:

you feel jealous if I decide
to marry Marcela,

but if I leave her for you,

you torment me and shatter all
my dreams.

Eat it yourself
or allow those to eat who can!

No, Teodoro. Forget Marcela forever.

You may take an interest in
anyone but not in her.

She will not return to you.

Will not return?

Will Your Grace stop our love
with your own passion?

Or you wish to make me love
what I can't even hear about?

Am I supposed to submit
my will to yours?

No. I adore Marcela.

She loves me. And there is no shame
in our love.

You are a cheat!

A rotter! I would like to kill you!

But what are you doing?

I'm slapping a rogue in the face!

Signora, what is it?

It's nothing. There are bad
servants in any house.

- Maybe I can do something for you?
- You can.

I'd like to tell you something.

Maybe we can choose
another moment?

Why? This moment
is quite suitable.

Don't feel confused
because of trifles.

I would say this fury is provoked
by something serious, not trifles.

I'm always coming when
all the things are over!

- I'm like a cowardly hidden sword!
- Alas, Tristan.

There's blood on your handkerchief?

The science of jealousy
always comes with blood.

The science which is not
too much enjoyable.

There is no wonder. The countess
is going crazy because of love.

But as she doesn't consider it
proper to be sincere,

she smashed my face.

She broke the mirror in which

her arrogance is reflected in its
ugliness.

When a Lucia quarrels with me
or pulls out a lock of hair,

or scratches my face and blames me
for a deception, I can forgive her.

For what can you expect from
servants?

But if a signora starts
fighting...

- What a shame!
- I don't know.

I cannot stand it anymore.

Are you here?

Signora.

She's wandering like a ghost.

I wanted to learn how you are.

See for yourself.

Are you feeling badly?

No, I'm feeling well.

You haven't added:
I'm at your service.

I can't be at your service...

- ...if you are so cruel with me.
- You know so little.

So little that I can't make out
what you want from me.

I don't understand your words.

But I can understand
the sound of slapping.

When I demonstrate my love for you -

you get angry.

And if I don't love you -
you get angry, too.

You want me to understand you -

and if I do, I become a fool.

Kill me or let me live.

For I cannot suffer like this
any more.

I smashed your face to blood?

You did, signora.

Where is your handkerchief?

- It's here.
- Give it to me.

- What for?
- I need it.

I want to have it with your blood.

Go to Otavio, I ordered him
to give you to thousand escudos.

What for?

For handkerchiefs.

- I can't believe it.
- She's never acted like that.

She's giving you
two thousand escudos.

One can bear six more boxes
on the ear for this money!

She's ordered to sew a lot of
handkerchiefs,

and has taken mine with her.

She's paying you with blood, though
the newlywed here is your nostril.

The dog has bitten painfully,
that is why she's now fawning.

You are my freind,
you are my brother,

we go on spree together!

Don't get angry if I kick you -
we are the birds of feather!

Hey, hey, hey, hey -
we are the birds of feather!

I'm an expert at love matters,

I know how to treat a lady!

Though women think
that I am too shady!

Hey, hey, hey, hey -
I am too shady!

It's on you today.

We need to drink to
your new pants!

Without further talking! Come on!

This is just the beginning.

I think that in this tavern
they serve a perfect wine!

Let's try a Greek one.

Once you drink it,
you'll start speaking Greek.

These are the countess's suitors.

Let's eavesdrop on them.

She smashed his nose.

- And you were present there?
- Yes!

She slapped him? With her own hand?

It didn't look like a signora
was angry with her servant.

When such a woman - one needs to
know my cousin's nature, -

slaps a man on cheeks,

it's clear what's behind her fury.

Even if this charge is false,

the duty to protect the honour of
my family

- requires that he must die.
- Without any doubt.

Even if she learns about it.

How can we do it?
It's quite easy.

Many people earn by it.

They take gold as the payment
for their bloody business.

If you order to such a rogue

to do him in - he'll finish
off him at once.

Oh, I'm looking forward to it.

This shameless man
will get his prize.

Look, it seems right what we need.

I'm sure the heaven
hears us.

And sends us exactly
what's required.

What does your grace want from me?

You have such courageous looks,
and you seem so strong and bold.

We wanted to ask you:
can you murder somebody?

Murder?

Are you joking? I can kill anyone.

We are not joking. Take my word.

And you may earn a pretty sum.

I don't ask more than two hundred
escudos, even if it is a devil.

I'll give you three hundred.
But I need it done today.

I need the name and earnest money.

Do you know
the countess de Belflor?

Yes, I have some friends
in this house.

Can you kill her servant?

I'm ready to kill all servants,
all maids and even all her horses.

No, you must kill only Teodoro.

I'll have to use a special approach.

I was told he doesn't go out
in the evening or at night.

He must be aware of your intentions.

They called me to serve
there as his guard.

Please, let me agree.

And I will stab him
at a good moment.

All right, serve to
Teodoro, we agree.

Now, give me one hundred escudos.

- Take one hundred.
- And even more.

Well, your graces, I must take
leave. My friends are waiting there

Stake, Wallsmasher, Iron Hand
and Devil's Throat.

I don't want there to be
a cause for rumours.

You are right. Good bye.

How lucky we are!

You may already
consider Teodoro dead.

- A brave man!
- And very careful!

- He'll stab him skilfully.
- Yes, no doubt.

There is no other way to
prolong your family.

Camillo, I feel the pressure of
my old age grow every day.

Maybe, the aim to marry
an old man is understandable.

But still I want the
reason to judge.

I need to weigh it well at first.

Because we can expect that I'm too
old to have descendants.

And I'll have to live
with a young wife...

And when a wife is young
while her man is old,

she's like an ivy hanging
from the branches.

Though it could twine with love

both the stem
and crown of a young tree.

But my tree is withered.

The reasoning like that

stirs up sad memories
of the past time.

And makes me suffer again.

It will be twenty years soon

as I've been waiting for my Teodoro.

Steel is obedient to a hammer,

It's thrown out of
the hot forge into ice.

And as this torture is repeated

A perfect sword is being born!

Like steel, my heart is thrown into
fire by promising and tender looks,

And then it's tortured by being

thrown back into the ice of
haughtiness.

And if I don't perish
in the forge of passion,

I'll only be strengthened
by this torture!

Signor, where are you going?

I don't know my direction.

The heart is hurt,
I don't know where I'm going.

Yesterday Diana
was so sweet with me,

today her passion vanished,

she treats me as if we aren't
acquainted.

Which makes Marcela triumphant.

Tristan, believe me,
Diana didn't cheat when loved me.

She would have married me long ago

but for her honour, her family,
her title.

She's worried about her honour.

Imagine, that by chance I found
your noble father and brought here,

and you became an equal with
the countess,

would you be happy with
this news?

Of course I would.

And if I joined your hearts
together,

what would you say to that?

I would say that you are the most
dexterous man I've ever met.

I see, now good bye.

You'll see how faithful we are
to you,

when tomorrow you'll get engaged.

Good bye, signor!

What shall I do?

I'm in discord with myself.

But I've made a decision
that will save us:

I know that love will vanish

if two hearts are divided
by the sea.

Are you feeling better, Teodoro?
Have your sorrows fly away?

They gave me so much happiness
that I won't let them go.

My torment is so sweet and pleasant,
the sting that bit me is so tender,

that I would grieve if all
my wounds were healed.

The only sorrow
that makes me unhappy

is that I must abandon her
whom I love, forever.

You must leave? But why?

There are some people
who want to see me dead.

You are right.

There are some people
who feel envious of me.

Will you allow me
to sail to Spain, signora?

A sensible and noble decision.

And what tormented you will be
forgotten in the foreign land.

I will shed a lot of tears,
of course,

but my good name and
honour will be saved.

Since I slapped you in the face

Count Federico is jealous of me,

so it will be better
for us both to part.

Yes, you'd better go. You will be
given six thousand in gold.

I'm leaving to let the rumours die.
I kiss your feet.

It's time.

Farewell, Teodoro.

I'll be trying to forget you.

What shall I do?
Where is the answer?

When will you leave? Please go!

- I'm leaving.
- Wait!

No, go.

- Listen!
- I'm here, I'm waiting!

No, go, please, go.

I'm going away.

Oh wicked passion, you are so cruel,
you are more awful than revenge!

Haven't you left?

Now I have.

Oh, how hard it is to bear!

This honour of the family!

An absurd thing that can deprive you
of those who are dear to your heart.

Who invented this?

Still it's honour who saves us
at the edge of precipice.

I'm sorry, I have come to ask
if I must leave today.

I don't know, Teodoro.

But believe me, to see you now
is most painful to me.

I've come to take myself from you.

For I'm still here, but
my ship leaves soon.

I'm begging you, please,
give myself to me.

No, Teodoro, I won't return you.

I'll keep you for myself.

Go away.

My love is now fighting
with my honour!

And you are preventing them
from their fight!

Go away.

I will not return you to yourself.

I'll keep you here, by my side.

And me... I'll be there with you.

May you be happy
and keep your honour!

If I could send it to the devil!

If not this honour, I'd be able
to be together with my love.

So, now my eyes are covered

with darkness and grief.

And still there is
a place for tears.

He who didn't see too much,
has many tears.

My eyes!

This is your punishment for looking
at the forbidden subject.

But that's not my guilt!

Don't cry!

Proud people hide their tears.
Tears console only eyes.

Still there's a place for tears.

He who didn't see too much,
sheds many tears!

A Greek merchant is asking
to visit Your Grace.

Let him in.

Let me kiss your hands
to show my respect to you.

May heaven be with you
to help you realize your dreams.

I'm glad to see you, signori.

Did you arrive not long ago?

Have you been here before?

From Istanbul I headed for Cyprus.

Then I visited Venice and brought
there a lot of Persian clothes.

I'm not only a merchant,
I'm also occupied with the search.

I also wanted to see the fabulous
city of Naples.

- Yes, Naples is rich and glorious.
- Your Grace is right.

My father was a famous
merchant in Greece.

The most profitable portion
of his trade were slaves.

Once he bought a boy,

who was captured together with
his countrymen on a Maltese ship.

Camillo, my heart is sinking.

My father took the boy with him

to Armenia where we lived.

And the boy was brought up together
with my sister and me.

Stop it.

Wait a minute, my friend.

You are killing me
with your words.

We got him.

- What was the boy's name?
- Teodoro.

Good heavens! How much power

words have over our soul.

I cannot now hold my tears.

My sister, Sapolitonia,

and this boy grew up together.

And as it happens, they fell in love
with each other at a very young age.

When they were about 16,
my father was in foreign countries,

and their love became too close.

After some time my sister

couldn't conceal what had happened
from others' looks.

And Teodoro, out of fears to be
punished, soon ran away.

My father was upset not with the
sister's shame,

but with Teodoro's escape.

Quite disappointed,

he soon deceased.

I've approached the subject.

On coming to Naples,

I started to ask all people
I met about Teodoro.

- And suddenly...
- What?

A maid in my hotel,
who is a Greek herself,

told me that this boy
might be Count Ludovico's son.

I decided that I must see you
and talk to you by all means.

I started to look
for Your Grace's house.

By some mistake I was directed
to the house of Countess de Belflor.

As soon as I entered the house,
I met there...

- My heart is trembling.
-...Teodoro!

Teodoro!

He wanted to hide himself at first,
but I caught him.

At first I had some hesitations.
For time may change the face a lot.

After all he started to speak to me.

Without confusion.

He asked me to keep it secret,
to tell nobody everything I know.

But I couldn't keep it from you.

Let me give you a hug.

My soul is rejoicing, I believe
your every word, for it's true!

Oh, my son! My dear son!
I got you back after all these years

of bitter separation! Camillo!

What shall I do?
Shall I hurry to see him?

Yes, rush to him, and after all

these years of suffering
embrace him!

My friend, if you wish
to go with me, I will be happy!

Probably, you'd like to rest?
Please, stay here and have a rest.

My house fully is at your disposal,
feel at home. And I cannot wait.

I'll only take diamonds -

I left them in the hotel -
and come back here, to your house.

So, we have to leave you.

Merkamponios.

Let's go, master.

- Naichelnakh non silly sos?
- Yes raitos.

- Lets gossos?
- Lets gossos.

What an amazing language!

Hurry up, Camillo!

Have you prepared
for the journey yet?

I wish I had a pair of wings
on my boots instead of spurs.

Don't you feel sad to leave?

Why not? A little.

- He's leaving, take my word!
- Are you still jealous?

Look, Teodoro.

- I'm here, signora.
- Oh, what a torment!

Are you leaving?

I love you!

I'm a victim of
people's judgement.

My tyrant is the Red Blood of mine.

Have I not struggled enough?

- Are you crying?
- No, there's something in my eye.

- Maybe, it's love?
- Yes, I suppose.

It's trying to get out,
to find a way.

I'm going to foreign lands,
but I leave my heart with you.

Do you have an order
for me to carry out for you?

I'm sick at heart.

I'm going to foreign lands,

but I leave my heart with you.

Are you crying? No.

There's something in my eye
and it's hurting me.

Maybe, my suffering?

I would be glad to steal
this suffering from you.

I prepared

some trinkets for you.

I'm sorry, everything I found
are valueless things.

Still take them to foreign lands.

And when you watch them
glistening on your garments

remember me, and think

of all the tears glistening
in the eyes of poor Diana.

Or marvellous Diana,
the delight of the old man's heart

will be my strong excuse for

intruding here without the
announcement!

What is the matter, dear Count?

You are the only person
who doesn't know yet the news!

This news has spread
all over the city of Naples!

I hardly made my way through
the crowd, hurrying to see my son!

What son, signor?
And why are you so glad?

Haven't you ever
heard my story,

that twenty years ago I sent
my son with his tutor to Malta?

And that he was captured
by the pirates of Ali-Pasha?

Of course I heard
about your misfortune.

Today I have been blessed to get
my dear son back after many years.

Signor, I am so happy that you
gifted me with joyful news.

And I'm expecting, signora,
that you'll gift me with my son,

who serves to you and is so far
indifferent to his native house.

If only his mother were alive
to experience this happiness!

He serves to me? Who is it? Fabio?

No, he isn't Fabio.

He's Teodoro.

Who? Teodoro? Yes.

What does it mean?

Teodoro, is Count your father?

Is it him?

Signor, let Your Grace
think it over!

What should I think about, my son?

That I'm going to see my fatal hour
in your embrace?

Incredible!

My Lord, signora, Teodoro has turned
out to be a true caballero!

Signor, I am confused and lost.
Am I your son?

Even if I were not certain, it
would be enough

for me to look at
you, my son.

When I was young,
I was exactly like you.

I kiss your feet and
I'm begging you...

Don't speak! I'm not myself today.

What handsome appearance!

The nature itself gives us the proof

that you are the heir
of a noble family!

Let's go, my son. Accept and own the
house of your ancestors

and their wealth! Enter
the gates adorned

with the most respectable coat of
arms in Naples!

Signor, I was going to leave
for Spain today.

For Spain?

Here is your Spain -
it's my embrace!

Count, I'm asking you
to allow Teodoro to recover

and to change to more
appropriate attire

to pay his filial duty to you.

I don't want him to go out of here

when there are so many people
in the street.

There is a lot of reason
in your words.

It's a torment for me to part with
him even if it's only for a moment.

But there may be too much ado,
so I'm leaving now and asking you

to allow him to enter my house
before the night falls.

I give you my word.

My son, I'm eager to see you later.

I kiss your feet.

Oh, Camillo! Now I can die quietly.

Your Teodoro is so handsome!

I'm afraid even to think of it!

I am about to lose my mind!

Signor, please, grant us with
the honour to kiss your hands!

And don't take it as flattery.

Oh, Count, don't look so surly.

You should embrace us all. And we'll
be all yours and at your service.

Give me the way! Move out!
And stop talking so much nonsense!

With reverence, signor,
I kiss your hands.

Since this day I'm your slave,
and I am at your dearest feet.

What are you staring at?
Leave us for half an hour!

- What is it, Fabio?
- It's a miracle!

- What's next?
- You know, of course.

Our signora won't sit like
a dog on manger anymore.

- She'll finally eat it.
- To tease her suitors.

Ah, blast her! May she
swell and burst!

Now you don't have to leave.

- Me?
- You.

Don't you want to sigh: I'm going to
foreign lands,

but I leave my heart with you?

Does my sudden nobility seem funny
and make you laugh?

Rejoice!

There is no more inequality
between us, so you mustn't scoff!

- Oh, you have changed.
- I'm sure, now I'm lost for you.

It's hard for you to realize that
we are equal, you loved a servant.

It was a pleasure for you
to dominate even in love.

I'll tell you only one thing:

Now you are mine! For life, forever!
And you will marry me today!

Oh, stop this moment of bliss!

I am the happiest woman
in the world!

Now, go, you need to change,
you're being waited for.

I'll go to see my house,
and my father.

Although nobody proved
that he is right.

- So, good bye, Count!
- Countess!

- Wait.
- What is it?

Where is my grace? You cannot
answer like that to a signora.

But Your Grace has forgotten
that now I'm the master.

But who am I?

My wife.

And you must obey me.

There's nothing else to wish!

Stop this bliss!
Like Teodoro says: stop!

Stop!

It's easy to forget about your
friends among this fuss and joy.

But why do you think that I
forgot about you?

You didn't even send to tell us
that you servant is a nobleman.

Now you may learn it firsthand that
Teodoro is a count and my husband.

Hey, you, Stake, wait!
Or what do they call you?

My true name is Thrust.

It's not a speaking name.

It would confirm my reputation if my
dead man didn't turn into a count.

What's the difference for you?

When we decided on three hundred

I was going to kill the servant,
not Teodoro the Nobleman.

Count Teodoro costs differently.

You must pay more.

A count is more expensive!

How much do you want?

Only we need it to be done today!

- One thousand escudos.
- You will get them.

- Then prepare the money.
- I need to fetch it.

And I'll take this time
to thrust him in his side.

- You two listen.
- You want more?

Don't tell anyone!

Tristan, what have you done?

I'm afraid it can end badly.

Look! I received a thousand
for killing you.

- I'm too worried.
- If you heard me

you'd pay me even more
than those two fools.

I'm oppressed by fears. If everybody
learns about your cheat,

there will be so many troubles,

compared to which hanging is
a trifle!

If you think about this
all the time...

You are a devil!
The devil incarnate!

Let everything go as it does,
and then we'll see what we can do.

- It's the countess.
- I must hide myself.

Haven't you visited your father?

Signora.

I'm oppressed by doubts.
And I've decided to ask you

for the permission
to leave for Spain.

Isn't it because Marcela
is interfering again?

Marcela? No!

Then what is it?

Signora, my poor tongue won't dare
to disturb your ears with it!

It may concern my honour,
but Teodoro, tell me, please.

Tristan, who's the loyal servant
of lies and cheat,

invented a story about me, finding
out that Ludovico's son is missing.

But I'm nobody! A poor foundling!

My only father is my brains,
my zeal for science and my pen.

Count Ludovico has admitted
that I'm his heir.

And I could become your husband,

I could live in glory and roll in
money,

but my heart is noble and
doesn't allow me to deceive you.

I am an honest man by nature,
that is why I'm asking you

to permit me to leave

and to save my lady's
love, her honour

and her perfection.

All this is both wise and silly.

It's wise to be sincere
and noble and honest.

But it's silly to think
that I am also a fool.

And that I'll leave you when there's
a chance for you to rise.

It's not a title
that makes you happy.

Our bliss is

in the chance

to realize our dreams and hopes.

I'll be your wife.

Let's go, my son, into our house
that has been longing for you.

Let's go there where you were born!

While we are here, in this house,

Count, I want to tell you that
I'm his wife.

Oh Fortune, strengthen your
wheel with golden nails!

Stop, bliss! Dreaming
to find one child, I found two!

Here, the honourable audience...

I hope, nobody will reveal
Teodoro's secret.

...we will end the story
about the dog

who's lying on the manger.

Once there'll be a day
When love will come to you

Whether you know
where you'll meet it or not.

Obscure is the path of love

Its face is mysterious,
its language is unknown

But when it comes,
You'll know that it's love at once

Once there'll be a day when love

will come to you -
you'll never miss it

Oppose it or fight it, escape it

or prepare for it -
it will have its time

It may come like a dawn, or like

a thunderstorm -
you'll never hear it step

Your ear may deceive you, your eyes

may tell you lies, but your heart is
always true.