Don Quijote de la Mancha (1991–1992): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

The Story of
Don Quixote of Ia Mancha...

written by
Cide Hamete Benengeli...

Arabic writer.

DON QUIXOTE

STEP 2

It might be wise for us
to retire to some church...

seeing the condition you
Ieft the Vizcayan in...

since it may be reported
to the Holy Brotherhood.

Where have you seen or heard
of a knight errant...

being brought to justice
for a mere homicide?

I know nothing of "omasides",
only what the Brotherhood...



does to people who fight
in fields.

I will deliver you from
their clutches...

just as I delivered
the captive princess...

from the hands
of the enchanters!

Have you ever read about
a more valorous knight...

on the entire face
of the earth?

To tell you the truth,
I can't read or write at all.

You must tend to yourself,
sir.

Until I right
this terrible wrong...

I swear by the Creator
of all things...

and by the good book itself...

to Iead the Iife of
great Marquis of Mantua...

neither eating bread,
nor sleeping with a wife, nor...

Or many other things
I cannot remember.



And now, Sancho, give me
something to eat.

I swear, Sancho,
I will never rest...

until I win from some knight...

a helmet as good as this
by force of arms.

There aren't any knights
in armor around here...

only carriers and carters
who don't wear helmets...

-and who've never heard of them.
-You're wrong.

Two hours
at this crossroads...

will bring us
as many armed men...

as those who rescued
fair Angelica.

Let's hope it goes well.

It's time we won the isle
that is costing us so dear.

Let us continue, Sancho.

Let us continue, Sir.

Get up...

Get up, Sir.

If there is no isle
to be had...

there are the Kingdoms
of Denmark or England...

or any other that will
fit you Iike a glove.

You will Iike them better,
as they are on dry Iand.

We must search for a castle
where we can Iodge tonight.

I will then make
Fierabras' balsam...

so I can cure this wound.

-What balsam is that?
-One drop of that balsam...

saves time and medicine.
Its recipe Iies in my memory.

There is no need
to fear death...

or to think of dying
from a wound.

It would be wonderful
in our profession.

When you see me cut through
the middle in some battle...

you only need take that
part of my body...

that has fallen and
with great deftness...

put it together again
so it fits exactly.

Later, give me two swigs
of that balsam...

and I will be as sound
as an apple.

Is that so?
Then I renounce the isle...

and in payment, I only want
the recipe for that Iiquor.

Greater secrets I will show you,
Sancho, my friend...

when we reach the place
that awaits us.

Look up there.

Thank you.

Leave me alone.

Sancho, I want you to
sit here by my side...

and to be as an equal
with me, your natural Iord.

Eat from my plate,
drink from my vessel...

for knight errantry
is Iike Iove...

it makes all things equal.

I can eat with anyone...

with these gentlemen
or with an Emperor.

Whosoever humbles himself,
God doth exalt!

Happy the age and times
to which the ancients...

gave the name of Golden.
Not because gold...

is so highly esteemed
in this iron age of ours...

or that it was attained
without Iabor, but rather...

because people knew not
the words "thine" and "mine".

AII things were held
in common.

AII was peace, friendship
and concord.

The simple and Iovely
shepherdesses went...

from valley to valley
and from hill to hill...

clothed only in their hair...

or in simple fig Ieaves.

Nor did fraud...

deceit or malice
mix with truth.

Justice had her purpose,
not Iike now...

when she is assailed
by favor and interests.

Law and order had
not yet been invented.

And so, the knights errant
were instituted...

to defend maidens,
relieve widows...

and succor orphans
and the needy.

That is the order to which
I belong, goatherds...

and I thank you for the
welcome you gave to me...

and to my squire.

Sir, there must be water there.

Damned nag!

These are no knights,
friend Sancho...

but vile and Iow-bred men.

You must help me
to take due vengeance...

for this outrage done
to Rocinante.

What revenge? They
are more than twenty...

and we are only two,
or one and a half.

I am equal to a hundred!

Don Quixote, Sir!
Help me!

Oh, wise enchanter
writing this tale...

bear witness that this
knight has fought...

to the very Iimit
of his strength.

I never should have
drawn my sword...

against men who were
not knights.

And, especially,
more in number.

When we are aggrieved...

by such a rabble...

do not wait for me
to draw my sword.

Draw your own and
chastise them yourself.

I am a peaceful man.

Sir, sir...

I can overlook any injury for
I have a wife and children to feed.

I pardon all bad things
done to me...

by high or Iow persons,
or by rich or poor.

No, no, no!

I wish I had the breath
to talk with ease.

If the wind of fortune
turns in our favor...

and I win you
an isle or kingdom...

you must have courage
and defend the domains.

A knight errant's Iife,
Sancho, my friend...

is subject to a thousand
perils and misfortunes...

but he may also rise to
become a King or Emperor...

as many and diverse
knights have shown.

Knights whose tales
I know well...

and would tell, if this pain
would only allow me!

I thought you were a chaste
and peaceful horse.

They say it takes time
to know people.

And there is a
another author...

who tells of how the
Knight of the Sun...

fell through a trap door
in a certain castle.

He found himself bound
and tied in a deep cavern.

He was given an enema
of snow-water and sand.

If a friendly sage
had not helped him...

things would've been
bad for the knight.

You see, some sustain even
greater affronts than we suffer.

I tell you, Sancho...

that any wound dealt
with an instrument...

that happens to be
in one's hand...

is no disgrace.
The Law of Dueling says so.

If a shoemaker hits out
with the Iast he is holding...

it cannot be said that
he has given a beating.

So, do not think
it a disgrace...

to have been so
soundly thrashed.

The arms those men
used to beat us...

were none other than
the tools of their trade.

CIimb up, sir...

CIimb up.

It is not disgrace
to ride this ass.

Others have done so
before me.

There is no memory that time
does not efface...

nor any pain that death
does not destroy.

Your Iordship will not sleep
in the open.

There is an inn.

I see it.

However, it is not an inn,
but rather a castle.

When you're as bruised
as you are...

any inn seems a castle.
But it is an inn.

If it is not a palace,
it is a castle.

With all due respect, sir,
it is not a castle.

Of course, because
it is a palace.

We will see.

Leave me be.
I can help myself.

Careful, sir.

-Poor thing.
-He took a fall.

More Iike
he took a beating.

The peak had many
sharp corners and jags...

-and each made its mark.
-What is the gentleman's name?

Don Quixote of Ia Mancha,
knight errant.

And what's that...?

A knight errant is a person
who today...

may be the most
unfortunate of men...

and who tomorrow may give
his squire a kingdom or two.

Did you fall from
that peak too?

No. It's just that what
happens to my master...

is as if it happened to me.

I have often dreamed of...

falling from a tower,
and when I awakened...

pain wracked
my entire body...

as if I had really fallen.

I also dreamed
I Iived in a palace.

Believe me, noble and
beautiful maiden...

you should count
yourself fortunate...

for Iodging in your castle
is a person...

whom I will not praise, since
self-praise is vile and unworthy.

I can only say that I will
always bear in my memory...

this service that you
have so nobly done.

If Iove did not keep me
in abject servitude...

to the ungrateful beauty
I dare not mention...

I would beg heaven to
grant that your desires...

were the Iords
of my freedom.

What is this man
talking about?

Wait for me.

I would desire,
most Iovely maiden...

to repay Iove with Iove,
since you come to my bed.

But cruel Fortune has
mistreated me so...

that my desire to
satisfy your own...

is simply hopeless.
If this weren't the case...

I would not be so foolish
as to pass the chance...

you have offered me.

Let her go!

Get off, Ieave him.

Leave him.
Get away.

Quiet.
They'II hear us!

-Let go of him.
-I'II kill you.

-Quiet.
-Let go of my master.

Stop in the name of
the Holy Brotherhood!

Stop in the name
of the Law!

The reason for the unreason
that you treat my reason...

so weakens my reason...

that with reason I complain
of your Iovely beauty.

Easy, easy.

What's wrong?

This is Martornes' doing!

What is wrong, man?

Man... Me?

Is that what you call
knights errant? CIod!

CIod... Me?

Help me, sir, help me!

Sir...

Are you asleep,
Sancho, my friend?

Are you asleep,
Sancho?

How can I sleep after
fighting devils in hell?

It may be true...

for this castle
must be enchanted.

But you must swear to keep
what I will say secret...

till the day of my death.

I swear.

You must, for honor
must be maintained.

You should know...

that the Ioveliest maiden
ever found in the world...

came to me tonight.

Heaven was envious
of this great boon...

for when I was in sweet
and amorous conversation...

there came an arm
holding an oil Iamp...

and that arm belonged
to a monstrous giant...

and he hit me with it.

I can only conclude...

that the treasure of
the maiden's Ioveliness...

must be guarded by
a Moorish enchanter...

and that it will never
be mine.

Woe is me!
And damn it!

I am not a knight,
nor will I ever be one...

but I've been mauled
by four hundred Moors!

Do not worry, friend...

I will brew
the precious balsam...

and we will be cured
in an eye's twinkling.

Bring me...

Oil.

Now I must wait for
the balsam to take effect.

Sancho, cover me up
and Iet me sleep.

Let us be gone, Sancho!

We must Ieave in search
of adventure!

Attack, attack...

I'm dying, sir.

I'm dying.

I believe that this evil...

comes from not being
dubbed knight.

This balsam must not
be of service...

to any who do not belong
to a knightly order.

-Are you Ieaving, sir?
-Yes.

If ever I can repay you
by righting some wrong...

know that my office
is to avenge wrongs!

You need not avenge
any wrongs.

It is enough to pay
the score at my inn.

Your home is an inn
and not a castle?

A very respectable one.

Then I have been in error,
since I truly thought...

this was a castle and
not a bad one at that!

But I cannot contravene
the knight errant's rule...

never pay for Iodging
or anything else!

I trust you will pay me.

Let us forget
these tales of knights.

Or are you
a knight errant, too?

If my master did not pay,
I refuse as well.

The rule that forbids us
from paying at inns...

is the same both
for masters and squires.

I will receive payment,
whether you Iike it or not!

Pay a single brass coin?
Not at all.

-Don't want to pay? You'II pay.
-What's this?

Don Quixote, sir!

I'm coming, Sancho!
Hold on!

Leave him be...

or you will suffer
my wrath!

Have a Iittle water.

That water will kill you!

Wine?

Here I have
the most holy balsam...

which will heal you
with two drops!

I am not a knight!

Let me heal myself
with wine!

Leave.