Guard 1: Did you happen to see that? We caught another of the Sultan's spies lurking about. A woman this time, disguised as a harlot of low birth.
Guard 2: Sending his harem girls now, eh? It seems the Sultan is running out of skilled fighters. Where did you take her?
Guard 1: Inside. Into the prisons. But she won't last long. Not with Shahkulu in charge.
Manuel: How soon before my soldiers are trained to use those guns?
Shahkulu: A few weeks at most.
Manuel: The Janissaries will know I have betrayed them by now. But do they have the resources for retribution?
Shahkulu: Doubtful. The Sultan's battle with Selim commands most of their attention.
Manuel: Ah! What the hell is that smell?
Shahkulu: Apologies, Manuel. Some of the Ottoman prisoners are so fragile.
Manuel: Shahkulu, try to moderate your anger. I know the Sultan humiliated your people. But there is no need to spit on men who are beneath us.
Shahkulu: You. Take the woman from the prison and bring her to the chapel.
Guard 3: Shahkulu, I don't have the key.
Shahkulu: Find it!
Guard 3: Who has the key? You?
Guard 4: I think Nikolos has it. He's on leave in the market.
Guard 3: Christ! I'd like to run that man through with a spear.
Guard 4: Hey, hey. Keep that to yourself, okay?
Dilara: You took your time.
Ezio: You are welcome.
Dilara: Good God! What is that?
Ezio: Not everyone was taken prisoner.
Dilara: Poor men. God keep you. That Turkmen renegade did this. Shahkulu. I'll kill him!