Man 1: Steady! Steady! This is gunpowder, not millet!
Man 2: I got it!
Guard 1: Another stranger.
Guard 2: I know that man.
Guard 3: Ready, now! Now!
Manuel: What the hell is going on?
Guard 4: Sabotage, Manuel. You need to take cover.
Manuel: Get out of my way. Citizens! Soldiers! Compose yourselves. Don't give in to fear! We are the true shepherds of Constantinopolis. We are the lords of this land. We are Byzantines.