And now... the long-awaited scene from...
ASKE AWAY! (1975)
William of Orange enters the small room, looking around suspiciously.
WILLIAM: Hello? Monsier... Gerard? Etienne... Gerard? I heard you had news for me... vital news...
Jan van Aske steps out of the shadows, and levels his sword at the Prince's back.
JAN: Yes. Etienne Gerard is a pseudonym. My real name is Jan van Aske. Hello again, Stadtholder. It's been awhile. (chuckles) I knew that tale of Rhenish gold would bring you running. Somehow that famous self-control never happens when it's your debts, does it, Billy boy?
William stands straight and perfectly level.
WILLIAM: I suppose, Monsieur Aske, you've some foolish notion of revenge.
JAN: Oh, yes, but it's not foolish. We're going to His Highness, the Prince, and I am going to tell him a little tale of treason, plots with the Britons, and schemes in Poland that will have your head from your body.
WILLIAM: Will it now?
JAN: Well, he might just decide to get a little creative, something I leave to his discretion. (beat) Now come on. Move, and move quietly. Or I do the Prince's work for him. (The pair move together.) You're keeping calm.
WILLIAM: If you are right, I am all but dead. If you are wrong, I am most assuredly alive. I enjoy certainties. They make life easier.
JAN: That sounds downright... Calvinist, Stadtholder, for such a good Catholic.
William merely smiles. The pair exit the room together.
CUT TO: The door to a grand office.
JAN: (VO) Careful--careful--hands where I can see them...
WILLIAM: (VO) Then how exactly am I to open the door, pray tell?
JAN: (VO) Just no funny stuff!
The door opens. Jan strides into the room, William en tow.
JAN: Your Highness, I have many...!!!
He blinks.
CUT TO: The rest of the room. Adolf and Hendrick are there, as well as couple other men who are clearly Nassau siblings. There are also a pair of dark-haired twins, a few clearly baffled noblemen, and seated in a chair fanning himself as he reads a letter, PRINCE CHARLES OF SPAIN. Short--something that being seated only emphasizes--and hunchbacked his goggle-eyes are fixed on the letter, as his oversized jaw hangs open. On the whole, a rather unimpressing picture, even if he is very well-dressed. He glances at Jan briefly, then goes back to his letter.
Jan glances around the room, awkwardly.
JAN: Ummm... Yes. Hello. Your highness. Gentlemen.
Charles continues to look at Jan, just as awkwardly.
JAN: Your Highness... Your Highness, this man...
He gestures at where he thinks William is standing, realized he's moved and changes his hand, then realizes he's flashing around a sword, and puts it in its sheathe.
JAN: This man has damaged the interests of Spain... nay, the interests of Catholicism by plotting with the British to discredit Charles of Britain so as to make him ripe for a kidnapping attempt that would place him in the power of the Protestant Monarchy of...
Charles suddenly swats a fly, a snarl on his large mouth. He glances around the room.
CHARLES: (a raspy croak) Such flies we have here, in the Provinces. (shakes his head.) I tell you, when I left Madrid, I thought I was leaving the pests behind me--for we have very large flies in Madrid as well. But no... no... They are here too, flying about, and buzzing, buzzing, always buzzing...
Jan gulps, the vague impression that he's made an error here growing.
JAN: Your... Your Highness doesn't seem to understand the...
CHARLES: Buzz, buzz, buzz.
JAN: ...severity of...
CHARLES: Buzz, buzz.
JAN: The situa...
CHARLES: Buzz!
Jan winces.
JAN: You...?
CHARLES: (nodding) Me.
He stands up from his chair, to his full height--something that should be ridiculous, but manages to somehow be menacing.
CHARLES: That preceding sentence sounded suspiciously like an insult, Aske. And as those who know me would tell you I do not take insults lightly. Not even from my own kin. (Glances at one of the dark-haired twins) True, is it not, Alexander?
ALEXANDER: Oh, very true.
Jan gulps, and falls to his knees.
JAN: Oh, oh, please your Highness, no insult, no slight was meant at all, oh, please you must believe me...
Charles manages to loom over the kneeling Jan.
CHARLES: Oh, I do. The truth is you put me in a quandary, Aske. You just tried to betray me and my aims. On the other hand, the person you did so to was myself, which hints at loyalty. (shakes his head) I'm quite baffled.
JAN: Oh, I'm loyal sir! Ever so loyal! Very, very, very loyal!
Charles considers matters.
CHARLES: Very well. I believe you. (claps a hand on Jan's shoulder) Go forth, my son, and sin no more. Save when I ask you to.
Charles strolls back to the chair, and plops down on it, as Jan stands up and rushes to the door.
CHARLES: Oh, and speaking of the last... I may very well have need of you soon. (grins) So stay where I can get at you. Because rest assured--I can find you if you do otherwise.
Jan gulps, nods, and begins to open the door--then pauses.
JAN: Your Highness... I just have to ask... why? Why did...?
Charles idly fiddles with a goblet.
CHARLES: ...I destroy Charles Stuart? Interesting question.
With a sudden movement, he slams the goblet's cup over a fly. The sound of its buzzing as it tries to escape is heard in the background as he talks.
CHARLES: You know, this fly is probably trying to figure out what has happened to it, Aske. As it beats its head against what is to it an inescapable barrier, it is doubtless trying in its tiny fly mind, to understand what it all means. (looks at Aske) Do you think it even approaches the true answer?
The fly suddenly stops buzzing. Jan gulps and darts out the door. Charles looks at William.
CHARLES: I like him. He seems... useful.
Alexander snorts.
ALEXANDER: A bit of a coward.
CHARLES: Sometimes you need a coward.
William glances at the letter.
WILLIAM: Another love note from the Princess, Your Highness?
CHARLES: (nods) Indeed. She tells me such sweet things.
He stands again, and walks to a large globe, which he gives a spin.
CHARLES: Matters are coming to a head. Our friends are in place. We move swiftly.
He suddenly pulls a dagger out and uses it to check the globe's motion. The dagger rests on Spain and France.
CHARLES: The fate of Europe is in our hands, gentlemen. Because we have seized it. (beat) Je I'ay emprins!
OTHERS: Pretium laborum non vile! Non ailud!
Charles favors them all with a smile and a lordly nod.
ASKE AWAY! (1975)
William of Orange enters the small room, looking around suspiciously.
WILLIAM: Hello? Monsier... Gerard? Etienne... Gerard? I heard you had news for me... vital news...
Jan van Aske steps out of the shadows, and levels his sword at the Prince's back.
JAN: Yes. Etienne Gerard is a pseudonym. My real name is Jan van Aske. Hello again, Stadtholder. It's been awhile. (chuckles) I knew that tale of Rhenish gold would bring you running. Somehow that famous self-control never happens when it's your debts, does it, Billy boy?
William stands straight and perfectly level.
WILLIAM: I suppose, Monsieur Aske, you've some foolish notion of revenge.
JAN: Oh, yes, but it's not foolish. We're going to His Highness, the Prince, and I am going to tell him a little tale of treason, plots with the Britons, and schemes in Poland that will have your head from your body.
WILLIAM: Will it now?
JAN: Well, he might just decide to get a little creative, something I leave to his discretion. (beat) Now come on. Move, and move quietly. Or I do the Prince's work for him. (The pair move together.) You're keeping calm.
WILLIAM: If you are right, I am all but dead. If you are wrong, I am most assuredly alive. I enjoy certainties. They make life easier.
JAN: That sounds downright... Calvinist, Stadtholder, for such a good Catholic.
William merely smiles. The pair exit the room together.
CUT TO: The door to a grand office.
JAN: (VO) Careful--careful--hands where I can see them...
WILLIAM: (VO) Then how exactly am I to open the door, pray tell?
JAN: (VO) Just no funny stuff!
The door opens. Jan strides into the room, William en tow.
JAN: Your Highness, I have many...!!!
He blinks.
CUT TO: The rest of the room. Adolf and Hendrick are there, as well as couple other men who are clearly Nassau siblings. There are also a pair of dark-haired twins, a few clearly baffled noblemen, and seated in a chair fanning himself as he reads a letter, PRINCE CHARLES OF SPAIN. Short--something that being seated only emphasizes--and hunchbacked his goggle-eyes are fixed on the letter, as his oversized jaw hangs open. On the whole, a rather unimpressing picture, even if he is very well-dressed. He glances at Jan briefly, then goes back to his letter.
Jan glances around the room, awkwardly.
JAN: Ummm... Yes. Hello. Your highness. Gentlemen.
Charles continues to look at Jan, just as awkwardly.
JAN: Your Highness... Your Highness, this man...
He gestures at where he thinks William is standing, realized he's moved and changes his hand, then realizes he's flashing around a sword, and puts it in its sheathe.
JAN: This man has damaged the interests of Spain... nay, the interests of Catholicism by plotting with the British to discredit Charles of Britain so as to make him ripe for a kidnapping attempt that would place him in the power of the Protestant Monarchy of...
Charles suddenly swats a fly, a snarl on his large mouth. He glances around the room.
CHARLES: (a raspy croak) Such flies we have here, in the Provinces. (shakes his head.) I tell you, when I left Madrid, I thought I was leaving the pests behind me--for we have very large flies in Madrid as well. But no... no... They are here too, flying about, and buzzing, buzzing, always buzzing...
Jan gulps, the vague impression that he's made an error here growing.
JAN: Your... Your Highness doesn't seem to understand the...
CHARLES: Buzz, buzz, buzz.
JAN: ...severity of...
CHARLES: Buzz, buzz.
JAN: The situa...
CHARLES: Buzz!
Jan winces.
JAN: You...?
CHARLES: (nodding) Me.
He stands up from his chair, to his full height--something that should be ridiculous, but manages to somehow be menacing.
CHARLES: That preceding sentence sounded suspiciously like an insult, Aske. And as those who know me would tell you I do not take insults lightly. Not even from my own kin. (Glances at one of the dark-haired twins) True, is it not, Alexander?
ALEXANDER: Oh, very true.
Jan gulps, and falls to his knees.
JAN: Oh, oh, please your Highness, no insult, no slight was meant at all, oh, please you must believe me...
Charles manages to loom over the kneeling Jan.
CHARLES: Oh, I do. The truth is you put me in a quandary, Aske. You just tried to betray me and my aims. On the other hand, the person you did so to was myself, which hints at loyalty. (shakes his head) I'm quite baffled.
JAN: Oh, I'm loyal sir! Ever so loyal! Very, very, very loyal!
Charles considers matters.
CHARLES: Very well. I believe you. (claps a hand on Jan's shoulder) Go forth, my son, and sin no more. Save when I ask you to.
Charles strolls back to the chair, and plops down on it, as Jan stands up and rushes to the door.
CHARLES: Oh, and speaking of the last... I may very well have need of you soon. (grins) So stay where I can get at you. Because rest assured--I can find you if you do otherwise.
Jan gulps, nods, and begins to open the door--then pauses.
JAN: Your Highness... I just have to ask... why? Why did...?
Charles idly fiddles with a goblet.
CHARLES: ...I destroy Charles Stuart? Interesting question.
With a sudden movement, he slams the goblet's cup over a fly. The sound of its buzzing as it tries to escape is heard in the background as he talks.
CHARLES: You know, this fly is probably trying to figure out what has happened to it, Aske. As it beats its head against what is to it an inescapable barrier, it is doubtless trying in its tiny fly mind, to understand what it all means. (looks at Aske) Do you think it even approaches the true answer?
The fly suddenly stops buzzing. Jan gulps and darts out the door. Charles looks at William.
CHARLES: I like him. He seems... useful.
Alexander snorts.
ALEXANDER: A bit of a coward.
CHARLES: Sometimes you need a coward.
William glances at the letter.
WILLIAM: Another love note from the Princess, Your Highness?
CHARLES: (nods) Indeed. She tells me such sweet things.
He stands again, and walks to a large globe, which he gives a spin.
CHARLES: Matters are coming to a head. Our friends are in place. We move swiftly.
He suddenly pulls a dagger out and uses it to check the globe's motion. The dagger rests on Spain and France.
CHARLES: The fate of Europe is in our hands, gentlemen. Because we have seized it. (beat) Je I'ay emprins!
OTHERS: Pretium laborum non vile! Non ailud!
Charles favors them all with a smile and a lordly nod.
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