Imperious: Abraham,
will you get a move on!
Phillipe: It looks like a big one, Captain.
We’re gonna get soaked.
Navarre: Find shelter. The sun is going
down.
Phillipe: How can you tell?
Navarre: After so many sunsets? Take
care of Ladyhawke. Tell her I love her.
Phillipe: Are you hungry? Do you understand
me, Ladyhawke? You know, it was my favorite
thing for dinner- hawk. I’ve eaten
thousands of them. I used to kill one
every night. Serves me right for getting
involved in this nightmare. Nightmare?
Daymare… And then "a night
without day, a day without night…"
What’s that supposed to mean? Makes
about as much sense as the rest of it.
Oh oh. The sun sets. I’ll wait outside.
Oh… Hold on for a minute.
I can’t vouch for the fit. Take
you time, my lady.
Miss? My lady? I’m coming in! Miss?
Miss? It’s me, remember?
Isabeau: You?
Phillipe: Yeah.
Isabeau: Thank you. How is he?
Phillipe: He’s alive, like you.
He’s full of hope, like you. He
left you in my charge. He said, "tell
her that we speak as one, and she will
follow your instructions as my own".
Isabeau: Really? No, don’t swear.
Good evening, Goliath. He’s taking
us back to Aquila, isn’t he? Well,
what do you instruct?
Phillipe: I instruct you to sit by a
warm fire, to drink a cup of sweet wine,
and to listen to bright music cheerfully
played, perhaps even dance. Shall we,
my lady? Dance?
Isabeau: Now?
Phillipe: Practice.
Isabeau: Oh…oh, may. It has been
a long time, Phillipe. I’ll have
my cup of sweet wine now.
Phillipe: All right.
Isabeau: So, you intend to by my protector
as well, eh? I’m flattered.
Phillipe: Actually, the truth is, he’ll
kill me if I lose it. I had to steel your
dress.
Isabeau: You stole my dress?
Phillipe: Isabeau, Isabeau!
Cezar: Isabeau? Isabeau…
Phillipe: Get inside!
Isabeau: No!…
Phillipe: If you lay one hand on her,
you will find it on the ground next to
your head! Now, ride on!
Cezar: Easy, little man, you’re
frightening me.
Phillipe: Are you deft?! Ride on! Turn
around, and you’re dead! What a
terrible night. Isabeau… Is…
Isabeau! He’ll kill me. He’ll
kill me!
Isabeau: Show yourself, coward!
Cezar: My beautiful.
Isabeau: Navarre…
Cezar: A black wolf…
Imperious: Will you get on, Abraham?
Go faster, it’s going to snow soon.
Navarre: Good morning.
Phillipe: Oh… Good morning.
Navarre: You look a little pale, I got
you something to eat.
Phillipe: What a night…
Navarre: What happened?
Phillipe: Ah… Oh, nothing I couldn’t
handle, Captain.
It’s a good little hawk, nice bird.
Go on now, go to your master. Go on, Ladyhawke.
Navarre: Last night.
Phillipe: Captain?
Navarre: Tell me about it.
Phillipe: What’s to tell? Go on
now, go on, go… We ran in a bit
of trouble on the way to an inn.
Navarre: You took Isabeau to an inn?!
Phillipe: First we had to go to a stable.
Fly to your master, fly to the one you
love.
Navarre: What did you do in a stable?
Phillipe: We changed clothes.
Navarre: What!?
Phillipe: Not together, of course!
Navarre: Did you leave her alone?!
Phillipe: No!
Navarre: So you did change together!..
Phillipe: No, no, no! Take her, take
her. She is the most wonderful woman that
ever lived, and I can’t say I haven’t
had my fantasies, but the truth is, all
she did was talk about you.
Navarre: Every moment you spend with
her, I… envy you. But you can tell
me. Tell me everything she said. And I
warn you, I will know if the words are
hers.
Phillipe: She was sad at first. She talked
about the day you met, and she cursed
it. But then I saw her remember how happy
you were together, before the Bishop’s
curse. And her eyes glowed. No, she glowed.
She loves you more than life, Captain.
She’s had to.
Navarre: Did you know that hawks and
wolves mate for life? Yeah… The
Bishop didn’t even leave us that.
Not even that.
Imperious: On your way to kill His Grace?
Why won’t you listen to me? In two
days time, you can face the Bishop in
the cathedral with Isabeau by your side,
and break the curse.
Navarre: I will be in Aquila tomorrow,
and in one way or another, there will
finally be an end to it.
Phillipe: One day more or less, what
can it matter?
Navarre: You too? I warned you. Stay
here then with the old man.
Phillipe: No, I’m going with you.
How can you get inside the cathedral without
me?
Navarre: I will get in without your help.
Imperious: Thank you for trying, Phillipe,
and for standing up for the truth.
Phillipe: I should have known better.
Every happy moment in my life has come
from lying.
Isabeau: There you are, little Mouse.
Where is my knife?
Phillipe: Isabeau?
Isabeau: I just had it, now what have
I done with it?
Phillipe: Isabeau, this may be our last
evening together.
Isabeau: Why?
Phillipe: I didn’t want to tell
you until I believed, I mean, really believed.
Isabeau: Really believed what, Phillipe?
Phillipe: I think we can break the curse.
We have a plan.
Isabeau: You and Navarre?
Phillipe: No.
Imperious: Must you keep punching me
in the liver?!
Phillipe: Imperious, this hole isn’t
big enough for the two of us.
Imperious: Well, let’s hope it’s
big enough for the wolf. Ah! What are
you doing?!
Phillipe: When you kneel before the altar,
how do you get up again?
Imperious: You sacrilegious young imp,
you… Push, blast yah! Come on, again!
And again! He’s coming, he’s
coming! Ah! Phillipe!!!
Phillipe: My lady, my lady! We are just
covering the trap.
Isabeau: All right, hurry!
Phillipe: He’s coming across the
ice. Wait, my lady!
Isabeau: Phillipe, help me!
Imperious: The ice will break, lie down,
lie down!
Isabeau: He can’t get out!
Phillipe: Wait! Wait, my lady!
Isabeau: Oh, God, Phillipe, I can’t…
Hurry!
Phillipe: I’m coming.
Isabeau: He’s heavy.
Imperious: Hurry, we’ll lose him!
Isabeau: He’s slipping. No!
Phillipe: Hold him!
Imperious: Be careful!
Isabeau: No!
Phillipe: Isabeau, no!
Isabeau: No, Phillipe, no! Phillipe!
No, no! What are you doing?! Push, push,
push! It’s all right.
Imperious: Hold on, hold on, boy!
Isabeau: We must live, father. As human
beings. Our lives are in your hands now.
Navarre: Tell me one thing. Where is
my father’s sword?
Phillipe: It’s gone. It fell through
the ice last night, crossing the river.
Navarre: Damn you! That sword was the
last bit of honor I possessed!
Phillipe: There is no mission of honor
now! The jewel you wished to place in
the sword has become nothing but the symbol
of your meaningless death! But there is
a chance for life now, a new life with
her!
Navarre: I needed that sword to kill
the Bishop!
Imperious: Navarre, listen to him!
Navarre: Damn you!
Phillipe: Go ahead, kill yourself, kill
her too! You never cared about her as
much as yourself anyway!
Navarre: What is that?
Imperious: It happened last night, when
he saved your life!
Navarre: Forgive me. I’ll show
you idiots how to cage a wolf.
Imperious: Remember, the groove inside
the north wall.
Phillipe: All right, the groove inside
the north wall… We have come a full
circle, Lord. I would like to think there
is some higher meaning in all of this.
It certainly would reflect well on you.
Imperious: Go on here, come on…
Gate Guard: Hold! What have we here,
holy father?
Imperious: A surprise gift, eh…
my son, to His Grace the Bishop, from..
From the people of my parish. A fine pelt
for his wall.
Gate Guard: And what have we here? I’ve
never had the pleasure of killing a wolf
before.
Imperious: How strange, it’s exactly
what the Bishop said. I’m sure he
will understand you depriving him of that
pleasure, he’s a very forgiving
sort of man.
Gate Guard: Very well, pass on.
Imperious: Wisdom is beyond price, my
son, be grateful that you have it.
Guard: Clear the post!
Acolyte: Your Grace?
Bishop: When I am ready!
Imperious: It should be soon now, once
the clouds break.
Navarre: It’s day, old man. Like
it was yesterday, like it will be tomorrow.
Phillipe: Oh, no… Damn.
Acolyte: Ooh!
Clergyman: What’s the matter?
Acolyte: Rats!
Clergyman: Rats?! Here?! Scandalous.
Navarre: It’s too late. The mass
will be over soon. I can’t wait
for you now. If Phillipe has done his
job, I can kill the Bishop now or never.
Imperious: No, Etienne, this chance will
never come again!
Navarre: You’re right. If the service
ends peacefully, the cathedral bells begin
to toll, and you will know I have failed.
Imperious: But Isabeau…
Navarre: I… beg you- take her life,
quick and painless.
Imperious: I can’t do that!
Navarre: Yes you can! I beg you. The
cruelty would be to damn her to a half-life
like this, that is not what she wants.
Imperious: I couldn’t do it.
Navarre: have you ever considered, that
this is what God intended all along?
As the one who was once your Captain,
and through God’s grace will be
once again, I ask you to let me pass.
Jehan: Captain Navarre, I have my orders…
Phillipe: Come on, open! Come on, come
on!
Marquet: Navarre!!!
Phillipe: Oh, thank you, Lord.
Navarre: …a night without a day…
and a day without a night…
Imperious: Lord, go with him, be with
him.
Navarre: Imperious, wait!
Marquet: Stop!
Navarre: You’re dead.
Stop!!! Imperious… make it quick.
Imperious: God, forgive me.
Bishop: But kill me, Navarre, and the
curse will go on forever. You must think
of Isabeau.
Navarre: Isabeau… is dead. Damn
you. Damn you to hell.
Isabeau: Navarre?
Navarre: Look! Look at her! Look at me.
Now, look at us. Look at us!
Imperious: It’s over. It’s
broken.
Bishop: No man shall!..
Imperious: Navarre!
Bishop: Isabeau…
Isabeau: Oh, my God…
Navarre: You’ve cut your hair…
I love you, Isabeau.
Isabeau: Navarre…
Navarre: You two! Come here.
Imperious: May God’s blessings
be with you both, from this day forward.
Navarre: I bless the day he brought you
back to us, father. And you. And you…
Isabeau: You’re the truest friend
we could ever have. Thank you.
Imperious: I fully intend to meet you
at the pearly gates, little thief. Don’t
you dare disappoint me!
Phillipe: I’ll meet you there,
father. Even if I’d have to pick
the lock.
Navarre: Isabeau!
Isabeau: I love you, I love you!..
The End
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Spain.
