Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hang him. Search every sewer, every drain!
And by night, as you have already guessed...
There was a terrible battle. Navarre fought like a lion.
Yes.
...when they can almost touch...
- Hello! - Hello!
- But sir, the hawk is done for. - Donít you say that!
The Bishopís guards.
Useless.
I was better off at the dungeons of Aquila!
They shared the same confessor, a weak, foolish priest.
Now, then, where is it? Oh, yes, there...
Ah! Well, well, thatís gratitude for you!
Only the anguish of a split second at sunrise and sunset...
The face of love.
There are strange forces at work in your life.
dig!
Do you remember me?
And I will find you.
Navarre was right.
Navarre, is he?..
Someone who has seen the dungeons of Aquila, and lived to tell the tale.
Iím going to get some help!
- Your Grace? - There must be a hawk.
If heís out there, Your Grace, I shall find him.
Когда спёр редиску из колхозного огорода А сторож тебя заметил
It has never known defeat, until now.
...dreaming Iím asleep.
Itís not polite to assume that somebody is a liar when youíve only just met him.
Captain?
- They are, are they? - Please, my lady?
...if I could call her by name and pretend weíve met before?
...the voice of the wolf that we hear...