Male: The [inaudible 00:00:09] regent's pulling out all the stops for the Boyle family. I didn't think there'd be Tall Boys patrolling every night. Watch yourself, Corvo. They don't fool around. Good news is, once you get to the party, that mask of your's will let you blend right in. Enjoy your evening out with the folk of quality. Better you than me.
Male 2: Someone get over here.
Male 3: Someone, please. Someone help me.
Male 4: Guards!
Male 5: Going to a party, Corvo? Is that what you dreamed of, all those months in Coldridge prison while waiting for the executioner? Wealth? Beautiful women in the latest fashions, laughing and drinking Tyvian wine? And what of the host, Lady Boyle? I can see all her tomorrows, and I know that either she dies tonight at your hand, or she'll live out her days, month after month, year after year, far away, even as her fine clothes wear into tatters, and her silken hair get dull and gray. Half the city can see the lights from the party, and they dream of the delights inside. Will you tear it all to pieces? Either way, it's Lady Boyle's last party.
Male 6: She was supposed to sing that evening in the garden, but she lost her voice right at the start.
Male 7: And that's a crime?
Male 6: Wait for it. A couple of overseers were passing. They had one of their...
Male 7: [inaudible 00:05:30] music boxes.
Male 6: So she stopped singing as she passed, and...
Male 7: ...and they thought that she was a witch.
Male 6: You should have seen their faces. They went right through the rose bushes and attacked her. Dragged her back to that abbey.
Male 7: And they call us...
Male 8: You have to get a notarized letter.
Male 7: ...regent himself to get her back. But she hasn't been the same since.
Male 6: I'm not surprised. I've heard stories.
Male 7: She won't talk about it. One of these days I'm going to take one of those zealots apart myself.
Male 6: I'll be right behind you.
Male 8: Shall we gather for whiskey and cigars tonight?
Male 9: Never doubt it.
Male 10: Stop! Guard!
Male 11: Where'd he go?
Male 12: Oh, I'll find you. Where are you?
Male 13: Look out. We've got someone skulking around.