- Munk Ditmar: No, no! You can't!
- Kohtuhärra Dorn: We have a badly wounded, to be nursed in an abbey. Come help us!
- Munk Ditmar: No, you can't come here!
- Kohtuhärra Dorn: How come can't? I am Tallinn city bailiff, I can get everywhere I want!
- Munk Ditmar: Prior has important guests, an inquisitor.
- Kardinali abi Frederic: What are you yelling? You are in an abbey. Inquisition is working here.
- Kohtuhärra Dorn: I just expressed surprise, how come cannot?
- Kardinali abi Frederic: Surprise less, you'll live longer.
- [moves his sleeve, covering a knife inside]
- [last lines]
- A boy at the market: Sir, are you apothecary?
- Melchior Wakenstede: No, I am town apothecary.
- A boy at the market: Too bad.
- Melchior Wakenstede: Why bad?
- A boy at the market: I hoped you could teach me.
- Melchior Wakenstede: A pharmacy?
- A boy at the market: What pharmacy? Crimes solving.