Autor beams at the two of them, as Fezzik nurses his inebriated friend back to health with a stew. "I like these two, as well," Autor says. "They're great together."
The grandfather says in voice-over, "... He told Inigo of Vizzini's death and the existence of Count Rugen, the six-fingered man. Considering Inigo's lifelong search, he took the news surprisingly well."
Inigo faints into his stew, which leads Fezzik to take great care in reviving him, involving dumping his head in hot and cold water buckets.
"That's enough!" Inigo says, waving his hands around. "Where is this Rugen now, so I may kill him?"
"He's with the prince in the castle," Fezzik says. "But the castle gate is guarded by thirty men."
"Ah," Inigo says, kicking a table. "How many can you handle?"
"I don't think more than ten," Fezzik says, shaking his head.
Inigo counts on his fingers. It takes him a while. "Which leaves twenty for me. At my best, I could never defeat that many," he says, sitting down. "I need Vizzini to plan. I have no gift for strategy."
"But Vizzini's dead."
"No, not Vizzini," Inigo says, looking up. "I need the man in black. Look, he bested you with strength. He bested me with steel. He must have out-thought Vizzini. And a man who can do that, can plan my castle onslaught anyday." Inigo heads for the door. "Let's go."
"Where?"
"To find the man in black, obviously," Inigo says.
"But you don't know where he is," Fezzik says.
Inigo turns back to him. "Don't bother me with trifles. After twenty years, at last my father's soul will be at peace. There will be blood tonight!"
"Good for Inigo," Autor says, inclining his head. "I hope he's able to get Count Rugen."
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Date: 2015-11-24 06:20 am (UTC)The grandfather says in voice-over, "... He told Inigo of Vizzini's death and the existence of Count Rugen, the six-fingered man. Considering Inigo's lifelong search, he took the news surprisingly well."
Inigo faints into his stew, which leads Fezzik to take great care in reviving him, involving dumping his head in hot and cold water buckets.
"That's enough!" Inigo says, waving his hands around. "Where is this Rugen now, so I may kill him?"
"He's with the prince in the castle," Fezzik says. "But the castle gate is guarded by thirty men."
"Ah," Inigo says, kicking a table. "How many can you handle?"
"I don't think more than ten," Fezzik says, shaking his head.
Inigo counts on his fingers. It takes him a while. "Which leaves twenty for me. At my best, I could never defeat that many," he says, sitting down. "I need Vizzini to plan. I have no gift for strategy."
"But Vizzini's dead."
"No, not Vizzini," Inigo says, looking up. "I need the man in black. Look, he bested you with strength. He bested me with steel. He must have out-thought Vizzini. And a man who can do that, can plan my castle onslaught anyday." Inigo heads for the door. "Let's go."
"Where?"
"To find the man in black, obviously," Inigo says.
"But you don't know where he is," Fezzik says.
Inigo turns back to him. "Don't bother me with trifles. After twenty years, at last my father's soul will be at peace. There will be blood tonight!"
"Good for Inigo," Autor says, inclining his head. "I hope he's able to get Count Rugen."