Goya's Ghosts (2006) - full transcript

And these are actually for sale
in the bookshops?

And in the streets,
as well, Father.

And in Toledo?

Toledo, in Salamanca,

Sevilla,

and in the port of Cadiz.

So these prints
are sent abroad?

These are sold in Rome.

Even as far as Mexico.

This is how the world sees us.

This! This is how the world
is seeing us.



What is the name
of the artist?

Francisco Goya.

Isn't he the man you commissioned
to paint your portrait?

He is, Father.

Why did you choose him?

In all humility, Father,

I chose him
for the same reason

our king and queen
have appointed him

to be the court painter.

They consider him
the greatest painter in Spain.

These prints are...
quite disturbing, I must say.

Disturbing?

Yes, yes, of course they are.

But, Father, these prints...



show us the true face
of our world.

Maybe your world,
Brother Lorenzo.

How can you call
these hideous images

the true face of our world?

There is but one world, Brother,

and it is neither yours nor mine.

It is the Lord's.

Have you lost
your sight, Brother?

Do you not see
what demonic filth and degradation

this Goya is selling?

He's an agent
of the darkest powers.

Granted that he's
decorated chapels,

he's painted angels, yes.

But when your mother
raises her eyes to pray to God,

whom do you think she sees?

Whom do you think Goya is using
as models for his angels?

Harlots!

Those are whores smiling down
at your mother from the ceiling!

I assert...
before all of you...

that Goya is a valuable
member of the Church.

How so?

Father, I have met women

who cannot recite
a single prayer.

It's them.

We have to seek them out.

But what is our response?

Condemn this great
Spanish artist instead?

Or do you think...
by burning Goya's canvases,

the evil this artist has depicted
will go up in flames?

Why don't we look
at ourselves?

What have we accomplished
in the last 50 years?

How many heretics
have we sent to the stake?

I will tell you
exactly how many, Father.

Eight. Eight burned
at the stake.

Are you proposing
we show greater severity?

Yes, Father, yes, yes.

We have to return
to the old ways.

I'm talking about
the God-fearing ways of the past.

Are you prepared
to join this battle?

Never mind join.

Grant me the wisdom
to lead it, Father.

Why doesn't that painting
have a face?

Because he's a ghost.

No, he is not.

- Have you ever seen a ghost?
- No.

But I have seen a witch.

- Oh, did you?
- Yes, but she had a face.

So what did she look like?

She was all bent and creepy

and she stank.

That's interesting,
because the witch that I know,

she's young, very lovely,

and she smells of jasmine.

- She does?
- She does.

And I'm working
on her portrait right now.

I'm no witch!

How do you know?

Am I allowed to say something?

- Please.
- I know that face.

She would not be one of your angels
in the Florida chapel, would she?

Yes, she is.
You're dangerously perceptive.

This is probably
a very naive question,

but I am a man of the cloth.

Do you...

Do you painters not become
very intimate with your models”?

It must be very...

very tempting when you spend
hours and hours alone

with not only beautiful but...

young girl.

Would you like me to include
your hands in the portrait?

I'll leave that up to you.

No, no, no.
It's up to you to decide.

Hands are not easy to paint,

and not everybody will spend
the extra money.

Well, what is the difference?

One hand, 2,000 reales.
Two hands, 3,000.

Why did you agree
to paint my portrait?

Why not?

Well, you have the reputation of
mocking the men of cloth in your work.

And harshly, I must say.

Do I?

Are you aware of how many
powerful enemies you have, Goya?

Well, fortunately, I also have
a few very powerful friends.

How have you been,
dear Goya?

As always, Your Majesty.

- So don't complain.
- I endeavor not to, Your Majesty.

Oh, is this the wild steed

that I am to conquer today?

Oh, dear.

So, how do you
want me to ride?

How do you want history
to perceive you, madam?

The way I am...

young and beautiful.

Which one do you wish
for supper, my dear?

Maybe...

the vulture.

May I stay and watch you
work for a while?

Why, if I may have any say
in the matter, Your Majesty,

I prefer no one see the work
before it's finished.

Am I intruding?

Yes.

You are, my dear.

I see.

As you wish.

As you will.

Whatever is your...pleasure.

How long do I
have to sit up here?

For as long as I may
need you there, Your Majesty.

See what I am carrying?

I must be a pious man, right?

But look at what is
really inside this.

Voltaire!

Voltaire!

The dark prince
of the darkest principles.

Devious, huh? Devious.

Be vigilant.

Use your ears.
People talk.

You might hear
somebody claiming

that matter consists
of very small elements called atoms.

Get his name.

He's a heretic,

spreading these
diabolical ideas

to poison the souls
of God-fearing people.

If you hear somebody
talking about the Temple

instead of the Church,

he's either a Judaizer

or, even worse, a Protestant.

Get his name.

If you are in a public place

and see a man hiding his penis
with his hand while urinating,

the man is probably circumcised.

And he's a Judaizer.

I am giving you
just a few examples

of what to look for,
whom to identify.

Bring their names to the attention
of the Holy Office.

Your eyes, your ears,
your brain...

they are the servants of God.

Come on, Inés, taste it.
It's good.

Come on.

Let me have a real.

- Hey, where are you going?
- She's going to the dwarf.

No!

You have received a summons
from the Holy Office.

Do you have any idea
what it might be about?

No.

Where did you go last night?

The tavern.

Think.

Did you say something
sacrilegious?

No.

Was there an incident or something
they could hold against her?

She kissed the feet
of a dwarf.

- You did?
- She did.

- Everyone did.
- You know...

they can summon her just to testify
against someone else.

Someone else?

Is there someone you know

they might be interested in?

I don't know.

No.

My child.

Sit down, please.

Are you Inés Bilbatua,

begat by one
Tomas Pio Bilbatua

and his wife Maria Isabel?

Yes, I am.

We have only a few questions
to ask of you,

and we expect you
to answer truthfully.

I will.

Is it true that on Wednesday,
the 16th of this month,

you dined at the inn
of Dofia Julia?

Yes, it is.

What were you served
that evening?

For dinner?

Oh, yes.

You actually want to know

what we...what we ate?

For dinner.

I had chicken.

Onions...

Chickpeas?

Chickpeas.

And?

Potatoes.

Green peppers.

Were you served pork?

Yes, but I didn't have any.

Why not?

I don't like it.
I don't like the taste.

Are you prepared
to swear on the Holy Cross

that you are telling the truth?

About the pork?

Are you?

I swear on Jesus' sacred wounds,
I'm telling you the truth.

And I suppose that
you would not object

if we gave you
an opportunity to prove it?

No, I would be grateful.

How would you
like me to prove it?

Did you tell us the truth?

Yes. Yes, I did.

We have reason
to suspect otherwise.

Why?

We suspect the true reason
you avoid pork

is because you are
a secret Judaizer.

What?

Are you?

What is that?

You practice Jewish rituals.

No, I do not!

You have something to confess.
Do it now.

But I...

What do you want me
to confess”?

The truth.

But I did!

Tell me what the truth is!

Tell me what the truth is!

Hey, Tomas, how wonderful
to see you, my friend.

- How are you, Francisco?
- Come in, come in.

- Can I offer you anything?
- No, nothing, thank you.

Are we alone?

Yes.

I need to speak
with this man, Francisco.

Why?

My daughter Inés has been
summoned by the Holy Office.

- Inés?
- Yes.

That is preposterous.

She went in this morning,
and she hasn't come out yet,

and we haven't heard
a word, either.

Do you know why they might
have wanted to talk to her?

No. That's why I would like
to speak with this man.

Francisco, I'm very sorry
to have to ask you this,

but is there any way
you can arrange it?

But I'm in no position
to curry favors from the Inquisition.

No, no, no favors.

I'm simply trying to learn

if there is anything at all I can do
to help my daughter.

Well, I wish I...

No!

I cannot talk to the Holy Office
about any matter

that does not pertain
directly to me.

I'm sorry.

I beg you, Francisco.

Senor Goya.

Father Lorenzo.

Come in.

This way.

If I were to meet this man
on the street,

I would never recognize
myself in him.

One has such a different idea
of oneself.

You think you might like him?

I do like the painting of him,
I know that, I know that.

Yes.

Yes, yes.

I'm very pleased
with it, Francisco.

Shall I choose
a frame for it?

Yes, please, do.

And there's no need
to send money.

What do you mean?

Somebody's paying for it.

Who's paying for it?

His name is Tomas Bilbatua.

He's a very rich merchant.

He also intends
to underwrite the reconstruction

of the Convent of Saint Tomas.

And also, he's asked me to paint
frescoes throughout the convent,

which is a very welcome
commission, I must admit.

What is his name?

Bilbatua.

What does Senor Bilbatua
want from me?

He's the father of...

You recalled seeing her face

on the ceiling
in the Florida chapel.

Yes?

She's been arrested
by the Holy Office.

I know him quite well.
He's a very honorable man.

Don't be afraid.
Inés Bilbatua?

Yes?

I am here to see if I can...

possibly be of some assistance.

May I go home now?

I don't have the power
to decide that, Inés.

I wanna go home.

Do not fear, my child.

I can deliver a message

to your family.

Do you want me to?

Please...will you tell them

that I love them?

I love them so much.

And please...

Tell them that always,
when I shut my eyes

and I pray to God,

I beseech Him
to let me see my mother

and my father

and my brothers

when I open my eyes.

Do you want me
to pray with you?

Yes, please.

Very good, Ines.

I'll take care of you.

It's all right, it's all right.

- Hello. Welcome.
- Tomas!

Thank you, José.

- How are you, Francisco?
- I'm very well, thank you.

Father Lorenzo.

It's a great honor for me
to welcome you in my house,

Father Lorenzo.

This way, please.

These are my sons,

Angel and Alvaro.

Hello, Angel.

And this is my dear wife...

Maria Isabel.

Father Lorenzo.

- Welcome to our house.
- Thank you.

Please.

Francisco. Thank you.

The time has come
for me to repay the Lord

for all His kindness

by restoring
the Convent of Saint Tomas.

You know, Tomas
being my own name...

I'm very sorry that my daughter
cannot dine with us tonight.

A most...a most marvelous
work indeed, Goya.

Thank you.

As I was saying,
the time has come

for me to repay the Lord
for all His kindness

by restoring
the Convent of Saint Tomas.

To the successful restoration
of the Convent of Saint Tomas.

This wine is excellent.

It was aged on a ship
that has gone twice around the world.

You know,
it takes constant motion

to bring out the flavor
in this particular wine.

Oh, I didn't know that.

And these are anchovies
from Santofia.

I presume that you're anxious
to have some news of your daughter.

Oh, yes. Extremely so.

She has never, ever been away.
Did you see her?

Yes, I did.

How is she?

She's in fine spirits

and sends her love to all of you.

When can we expect her home?

I couldn't say.
She must first stand trial.

Stand trial?

Why?

For what she has confessed.

What did she confess?

She confessed that
she had secretly practiced

the Jewish rituals
of her forebears.

But that's impossible.

We are an old Christian family.

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but the brothers
in charge of the archives

informed me that your
grandmother's great-grandfather

converted from Judaism
to Christianity when he came to Spain

from Amsterdam in 1624.

Is that true?

Yes.

Bull am the only person
in the family who knows that.

Then why has your daughter
confessed to it?

Inés couldn't possibly
confess to something

she has no knowledge of.

Excuse me.

Was my sister
put to "The Question"?

Yes, she was.

My daughter was tortured?

She was put to "The Question."

I thought that kind
of investigation

had been abandoned
years ago.

Yes, it was. It was.

But now,
in these troubled times,

in its quest for the truth,
the Church is bringing it back.

So, you maintain
that a confession

obtained by the means of,
as you call it, "The Question,"

is valid proof of anything?

This is not an opinion
of one simple monk, sir.

It is a tenet of Church teaching

that a confession obtained
by "The Question"

constitutes ultimate proof.

I'm sorry, Lorenzo,

but how can this sort of confession
be an ultimate proof?

If I were tortured,

I'd confess to anything.

I'd confess I was
the Turkish sultan.

- No, you wouldn't.
- Oh, yes, I would.

I would confess to anything
to avoid pain.

No, you wouldn't.

You're a God-fearing man,
Goya, aren't you?

Of course I am.

So your fear of God would prevent you
from making a false confession.

But what if the pain
obscured my senses?

What if my fear of pain
became bigger than my fear of God?

If you are innocent of the charge,

God will give you the strength
to withstand the pain.

- Are you sure of that?
- Yes.

Forgive me, Father Lorenzo,

but have you ever been
put to "The Question" yourself?

Have I ever been?

Yes. Have you ever been
subjected to "The Question"?

Of course not.

Do you think that if you were,

and they asked you to confess

something grotesquely absurd,

say...

say you were told to confess
that you are really a monkey...

Are you sure that God would
grant you the fortitude to deny it,

or would you rather confess
to being a monkey to avoid the pain?

I know I would.

I know you would.

So would ll.

Would you?

What is this, Tomas?

Are you playing some sort
of silly game with your guest?

Nobody would ever ask Father Lorenzo
to confess something so absurd.

I would.

Is he serious?

Oh, I'm sure he's not.

Alvaro, go get your father.

Sometimes I don't
understand his humor.

- Nobody does.
- Nobody does.

Because my father doesn't
have a sense of humor.

Yes, he does.

More wine?

No, thank you.

Francisco?

"I, Lorenzo Casamares,

hereby confess that contrary"
to my human appearance,

"I'm in fact the bastard son

of a chimpanzee"
and an orangutan,

"and I have schemed
to join the Church

in order to do harm
to the Holy Office."

Sign it.

This is a joke, Tomas, right?

Sign it.

Angel, block the door.

Francisco, escort me
out of this house.

Stop Senor Goya.

You're crazy.

Francisco, please,
stay out of this.

Let us go.

You can go.

What do you mean
I can go?

And Father Lorenzo?

Did he let my daughter go?

Did you let
my innocent daughter go?!

Did he?

Keep him here.
Let Senor Goya go.

Release him!

Escort Senor Goya out.

Tomas!

Take your hands off me!

This is outrageous!

Are you ready
to sign the confession?

Don Francisco.

Maria Isabel.

Bring him here.

Sign it.

Tie his hands.

Will you sign?

All right, let's find out
if God will give you strength

to resist "The Question."

Lift him up.

I will burn this paper

the moment my daughter
returns home.

But I won't wait forever.

You must understand that.

All right, you are free to go now.

Father Lorenzo,
you're forgetting something.

This might be
of great help to both of us.

This is a very generous
contribution indeed.

We are grateful for your efforts,
Brother Lorenzo.

There is a request, Father.

There usually is.

Let us hear the particulars.

The merchant would like
to have his daughter back.

Is she with us?

Yes, Father. Yes.

What is her status?

A Judaizer.

How did you respond
to this request?

I promised to plead
for her release.

On what grounds?

I took into consideration the...

the size of the endowment

as well as the fact
that she is very young.

Did she confess?

Yes, Father.

She was put to "The Question."

We shall accept
this magnanimous gift

with humble gratitude.

We shall also carve
the name of the donor

in the convent in stone

to commemorate
his generosity forever.

As for the daughter...

I will pray to the Lord

He may bestow
His mercy on her.

Of course, releasing her
would contradict

the basic principles of our faith

because it would suggest
that the Church

doubts the power
of "The Question."

We are concluded.

- Did you see my parents?
- Yes, I did, I did.

They are doing everything
they can to get you out.

And?

And...

They love you very much, Inés.

Shall we pray together, Inés?

I can't believe it!

1 am in fact the bastard son

of a chimpanzee
and an orangutan."

I just...

Can you believe this idiot?

He's crazy.

Your Majesty,
I am a desperate father.

And this was done only to prove
that if put to "The Question,"

even the most innocent
man of cloth

will confess to the most
preposterous absurdities.

Yes.

We beg you, Your Majesty,
please use your authority

to restore our daughter to us.

Yes, I will see
what I can do for her.

I had a good look
at the signature.

There can be no mistake?

It is Lorenzo's.

Where is Brother Lorenzo?

All the brothers
are looking for him, Father.

- Yes?
- Francisco Goya y Lucientes?

At your service.

We have been told

that you are painting
a portrait of Lorenzo Casamares.

Yes. Please come in.

It's already finished.
This way.

I hope Father Lorenzo is pleased
with the frame we've chosen for it.

Lorenzo Casamares
disgraced himself,

and he is now a fugitive.

A fugitive? I see.

We are here
to confiscate the portrait.

Yes, of course.

If he were to contact you,
we would like to be notified immediately.

Well, certainly.

Oh, incidentally, ...

I have not yet
been paid for the painting.

If we find him,
we'll remind him.

As the image of the man
vanishes into thin air...

may his name forever vanish
from all memory.

Whosoever pronounces his name,

may he burn in the fires
of eternal damnation.

She will like this frame.

You've done beautiful work.

I've never been this close
to our queen.

But is she really that ugly?

What's your point?
It's a beautiful painting.

Yes, but that does not
make a queen beautiful.

Don Francisco.

Her Majesty wishes for you to go
to His Majesty's chamber.

Sit, Goya.

Please sit.

Sit, please.

How did you like it?

Very much, Your Majesty.
Very much.

Are you telling me the truth?

I am, I am.
I was very moved, Your Majesty.

Not now!

Do you know
who composed that piece?

No. Not really, sire.

Mozart, maybe?

No.

Handel?

I did.

Really?

Congratulations, Your Majesty.

Excellent.
And beautifully performed.

So much for art.

Now, sire, I wonder
if I could have your opinion on my...

All right, come in!

Your Majesty,
I have come from Paris.

The French rabble has decapitated
the King of France.

The King of France?

Yes, Your Majesty.

King Louis...
he was guillotined

in a public execution
six days ago.

My cousin Louis?

Yes, sire.

Our soldiers must comprehend

the noble purpose
of their mission.

They carry a personal message
from me, Napoleon Bonaparte,

that I will not stand by
and watch our Spanish neighbors

continue to suffer from the tyranny
of corrupt and decadent kings,

repressive clergy,
and foreign imposters.

Yes, the King of Spain
is not even Spanish.

He is French.
And the Queen of Spain...

She is Italian!

No wonder the Spanish people
hate the royal family

as much as they hate
the Inquisition!

You have never fought
an easier campaign, soldiers!

The common folk will greet you
with flowers and kisses

on the streets of Madrid!

The Spaniard cannot wait
to break his chains

and become a free man!

I can see these explosions,
but I can't hear them.

I'm deaf.

I am completely deaf now.

But every morning
I thank the Lord

that He hasn't taken
my sight away,

that I've been able to witness

and record what has
been happening here.

These are French soldiers,

the Mamelukes,

special cavalry recruited
from Egypt by Napoleon

to help liberate Spain,

to bring us the noble ideas
of the French Revolution...

Liberty,

equality,

brotherhood.

Then to defend the ideas
of the Revolution,

Napoleon,
this scourge of royalty,

made his own brother Joseph
the King of Spain.

But to my fellow Spaniard,

Napoleon's armies are nothing
but foreign invaders,

occupiers.

Who is in command
of this place?

God...is in command

of this...and every other place

on this earth, my son.

In the name
of Emperor Napoleon...

Continue.

...and by the letter of the Rights...

Brother. Brother.

Give him air.
Let him breathe.

In the name
of Emperor Napoleon

and by the letter of
the Declaration of the Rights of Man

and of the Citizen...

we hereby proclaim
the Spanish Inquisition abolished...

all of its properties confiscated...

and all of its prisoners
will be freed forthwith.

Now go away.

I'm deaf.

I'm deaf!

Sit down. Sit down.

You have to write.
Write everything down.

Write what happened.
I can't hear.

Are you hungry?

Are you hungry?

I confessed...

and they said
I would be tried, but...

there was never a trial.

My father is dead now.

My whole family's dead.

The only thing I can
think about is my child.

You had a child?

In prison?

My daughter, my little girl.

I need to see her.

I need to take care of her.

Can you help me
find her? Please.

Inés, look at me.

Swear to God
you're telling the truth.

I need to talk to somebody
from the Holy Office.

But the Holy Office
is long gone.

- But they're not all dead, are they?
- They might as well be.

They're either all in prison
or on the run.

- Who's running the prison?
- The French.

And Napoleon has sent
a special prosecutor along

with his army.

Will he receive me?
Where would I find him?

Stay here.
Watch her.

Felipe!

Silence!

Silence!

Quiet!

I am here
to serve the ideas

of the great French Revolution!

They...

They...

They opened my eyes,

as they are opening the eyes
of the blind all over the world,

because they are irresistible.

They are logical,
they are just.

Universal.

All men...

All men are born free.

All possess the same right,
and those...

those who refuse to see
the light of liberty

shall receive no mercy.

There will be...
There will be...

There will be no liberty
for the enemies of liberty!

Father Gregorio...

Do not take this personally.

However...

However, you are...

the very incarnation
of blind fanaticism and nepotism.

You are the tool
by the means of which few

have kept the many in chains.

You exemplify the very worst
aspect of Spain,

and so you will be judged
for your deeds.

By...By the unanimous decision
of the judges...

and by the power
vested in them

by the Declaration of the Rights
of Man and of the Citizen...

this court sentences you...

to death.

Goya!

Do you remember
that rich merchant

that made you confess
that you were a...

Yes. You remember.

How could I forget him?
What was his name?

Bilbatua. Tomas Bilbatua.

Yes, of course.
How is he?

He's dead.

I'm sorry to hear that.

No, it's his daughter.

She needs help.

Of course. She can come
to see me anytime she wants.

Well, she's here.
She's in my carriage outside.

Bring her in.

I owe everything...

I owe everything to...

No, you don't have to shout.

You can just speak slowly
and articulate,

and I can read your lips.

I...

I owe everything to that man.

Because of him,
I had to run to France.

And there, suddenly saw
in one bright flash

how terribly wrong
I have been all my life.

Reading...Reading
Voltaire, Rousseau,

meeting Danton...

Look, I was baptized again.

I shed blood
for the Revolution.

A nasty wound.

And I even got married there.

Yes. Henrietta, my wife.

I love her.
And I have three children.

Yes, I who took
the vows of celibacy.

So, you will have to
paint my portrait

with the whole family.

That's...

That's ten hands to paint.

Ten hands.

And I can afford them all now.

Come in.

Inés.

- This is Lorenzo...
- Casamares.

Lorenzo Casamares.

What can I do for you, miss?

Don't, no, no.
Please, stop this. Stop.

Stop, please.

Sit down.

Sit.

Just tell me what...
what do you need?

What can I do for you?

What happened to our child?

I beg your pardon?

Is she...

Is she with you?

How long did they
keep you in that prison?

I don't know.

And...

You think you had
a child in there?

A little girl.

Our daughter.

Our daughter?

Why do you believe that I am
the father of your little girl?

Because you are
the only man I've ever known.

Please, sit down.
Sit down, please.

What happened to the child?

I don't know.

They took her from me before...

before she even tasted my milk.

Inés, my dear, come here.

Come. Come.

Now, you will go with this

nice young man,

and he will take you
to your daughter.

All right?

You just go with him.

Go.

Go on.
Everything will be fine.

I feel...

such pity for these poor souls.

- How barbaric we were.
- Where are you sending her?

She has obviously taken leave
of her senses in jail.

However, I will not fail her.
I promise.

- Will she be all right?
- She will be well provided for.

Do you think she invented
the story about her child?

I'm afraid so.
I'm sure she did.

Tell me...

If a prisoner gave birth
in the dungeons of the Holy Office...

what would have happened
to the child?

Might this concern...
your child?

Please...respond
to my question.

If I do,

will you spare whatever
remains of my life?

Will you kindly
let me die in peace?

Yes.

Can I trust a...
a monkey?

Yes.

There are no girls here
born in '93 and brought from Madrid?

Are there?

Well, there was one
who would answer that description.

See...

1793, Madrid, sent here
by the Holy Office.

Which one is she?

She's not here.

She ran away from us
when she was only 11.

Where is she now?

Only God can answer
that question.

She was a little tiger.

Is it known
who her parents were?

Not really.

Did they mention their names?

Oh, no. They never do.

- Did you baptize her?
- Immediately.

What was her baptismal name?

- Alicia.
- Alicia.

Alicia.

Come on.

Come on.

Who was that girl there?

Her name is Alicia,
and she's as sweet...

- What's her name?
- Alicia.

Write it down.

Alicia.

All right. Alicia.
Will she be back?

No, no, not today.
Tomorrow.

What?

You can have her tomorrow.

My God.

What is this?

This is by the Flemish painter
Hieronymus Bosch.

El Bosco, sire.

It's called The Garden
of Earthly Delights.

Do you like this?

Well, it is very bizarre.
You're right.

But, of course, it's Flemish.

And it is very well painted.

This is neither my kind of a garden
nor my kind of delights.

I would never send this
to Napoleon.

This is not my brother's taste.

No, you can keep this thing
right here in Madrid.

Now, this looks promising.

This is Carlos IV.

I met him. And his wife.

Although I don't recall her
being that ugly.

How did she manage
to have so many lovers?

She was the queen, sire.

This is a masterpiece.

Indeed it is, sire.

I'm sure my brother
would appreciate this.

And he can just do that?

Take paintings
from the Royal Gallery

and pack them off to Paris?

We have to express our gratitude
for what Napoleon did

for freedom in Spain
somehow.

Yes?

Senor Francisco de Goya
is here 10 see you, sir.

- Bring him in.
- Wait.

Show Senor Goya to my study
and Kindly ask him to wait.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, Francisco.

At lunch I'm a family man.

- May I offer you something to drink?
- No, thank you. No.

I just want to get in touch
with Inés Bilbatua.

Why?

Well, she was telling the truth.

She does have a daughter.

How do you know?

I saw her.

- You saw her?
- Yeah.

Did you talk to her?

No, no, I just saw her.

How do you know that the girl
you saw is Inés' daughter?

She looked...she looked
exactly like her mother did

when I painted her
16 years ago.

It was a perfect replica.

Where did you see her?

In the Pardo Gardens.

In..In the Gardens?

Yes.

She is a...

Yes, she is.

Do you know her name?

- Alicia.
- Alicia.

Do you think you could
bring Inés to my house?

I want the mother
to meet her daughter.

Of course.

Go on.

Is your name Alicia?

Yes.

Where were you born, Alicia?

In an orphanage.

Do you know
who your parents were?

My mother was a heretic.

So, where do you
wanna do it?

Right here?

Nowhere, nowhere.
I just want to talk to you.

You're not the police, are you?

I would like to make you
a proposition.

All right.

Leave Spain.

- Leave Spain?
- Yes.

- And go where?
- America.

- With you?
- No.

But if you leave Spain,

I will provide you
with enough money

that you will never want for...

No, no, no, no,
please let me out.

Wait, calm down, calm down.
Let me speak.

I'm not gonna end up

in some brothel or harem.

Calm down! Let me speak!

Let go of me or I'll scream.

Wait, stay here.

Wait!

Quiet! Quiet!

Let me speak.
Listen to me. Quiet.

Alicia, come back.

Even if this Alicia actually
were Inés' daughter...

which I doubt,
which I doubt...

If she were, I would never want
to bring those two together.

Why not?

For me, the idea
of telling a mother

"I found your daughter
and she's a whore"

is unthinkable and cruel.

I could never
bring myself to do it.

But they're the same
flesh and blood.

Plus, Francisco...

Inés is not in control
of her senses.

Where is she?

She's in very good hands.

Where? I need to talk to her.

Why is she
so important to you?

You are completely
obsessed with her.

You yourself noticed her!

That face is engraved
on my mind.

She's the angel descending
from heaven in La Florida.

I see her in taverns,
I see her in the streets,

in my dreams!

I saw her face when I thought
I was dying in Cadiz.

And I didn't do anything
for her when she needed it.

I'm not going
to abandon her again.

Can you understand that?

Where is she?

Francisco...

That poor woman
has lost her mind.

I said where is she?!

- I don't care who you are.
- I'm painter to the king!

To which king? Do you know
how many kings I have in here?

I even have two Napoleons,
and one of them is an Arab.

The other one is 7'2" tall.

- Is he deaf?
- Yeah.

Painter to the king!
He could be blind.

Who is this woman, anyway?

Inés Bilbatua.

How much is she worth to you?

How much is she worth to you?

1,000 reales.

1,0007!

100.

You must be crazy.

And take it
as a professional opinion!

There are revolutions everywhere.
The world is going to hell.

The British have landed in Portugal,
and I am responsible for this hospital.

And you have the audacity
to offer me 1007?

500. 500.

- 200.
- All right.

Is there anybody else here
that he wants?

Inés.

No, not again.

You cannot carry a baby
all your life.

No woman can.

No!

No, Maria, no!

- Stop it! Stop it.
- Inés!

Hold her! Get her!

Stop it! Stop it!

Let her go!

Inés. Inés.

Inés!

Inés!

Don't you remember me?

You can go home now.

I found your daughter, Inés.

See, you have to go.

He has found your daughter.

- My daughter?
- Yes.

My baby?

Halt!

What's happening here?
Why can't we go through?

Inés, wait in the carriage.

You keep an eye on her.

Miss Alicia?

Yes.

I'm Francisco Goya.

I'm painter to the king.

Is that your child?

No.

I want you to come with me
and meet somebody.

Another man?

No, no, no, no.

Oh, I understand.

No, no, no,
I'm not talking about...

I want you to meet somebody
to whom you are very important.

Who?

Alicia.

You've never met
your mother, have you?

And?

Alicia!

No, don't touch her!

Alicia!

- Where is she?
- She went that way.

But didn't I tell you?!
Go find her.

I say, "Don Francisco
want you to stay here."

Bring her home!
Bring her home!

Bring him in.

Did you decree
that deportation?

Yes.

So you're sending
all these girls to America

just to get your poor
harlot daughter out of the way.

This is the best thing
for those women.

It's the best thing.

What are you saying?
Say it again.

It is a new life for them.
It's a new life.

A new life! To be sold
as slaves in America?

It is better than living
in this whorehouse called Spain.

What are you saying?

Wake up, Francisco.

The Spanish people couldn't
care less about ideals.

Spain today is
one big whorehouse.

Whore?!

Are you calling me
a whore?

You have the audacity
to call me a whore?

And what are you?
Look at you!

Look what you are today.

But do you remember
what you were yesterday?

Who's the whore here?

Don't lecture me, Francisco.

Do not lecture me.

At least I tried
to do something.

And I always believed
in what I was doing.

- I am a believer, Francisco.
- Wait.

ll am a believer.
But you?

Look at you.

You work for anyone who pays.

Yesterday the King of Spain,

today the French,

tomorrow probably
that bastard Wellington!

- No.
- Yes, Francisco.

You only believe in money.

You are the whore.

What is it?

The king has just received news

that the British have crossed
the border from Portugal to Spain

and are advancing.

According to a reliable source,
they are not meeting any resistance,

and the Spanish are joining the British
in their assault on our outposts.

What are the king's orders?

The king and his family
left for Madrid half an hour ago.

And Madrid?

The news hasn't reached
the city vet, sir.

Inés.

I want her to sleep.

Her father has not
seen her yet.

I don't want her to be crying
when she sees him.

Charge!

Wait!

Halt!

Back to France, you cowards!

Come on, boys!

B Company, close up!

Francois?

Brother Lorenzo,

I hope you will understand
there is nothing personal

in our judgment.

However, you became
the living embodiment

of diabolical ideas.

You proclaimed that man
is higher than God

and that the words of the Gospels
are nothing but lies and poison.

You must never,
never be allowed

to repeat your crimes.

Therefore, the Church
declares you guilty,

and your punishment
will be death.

But...if you repent publicly,

the merciful hand of the Church

will spare your life.

Your body will be saved,
and even your soul,

if you'll join us again
in the ever-loving arms of God.

Lorenzo...

my son...

Will you repent?

No, I'm sure.

Lorenzo!

Lorenzo!

Lorenzo! Over here!

Well, what do you think
will happen to him now?

Repent, repent.

Come back to us,

and God will receive you
into His arms.

You have come too far.

Open your eyes,
see the world you have lost.

Repent. God will forgive your sins
if you repent now.

Repent. Brother, repent.

Repent. Repent. God will...

Oh, God.

...be damned for all eternity.

God will forgive your sins.
You have lost your sight.

Open your eyes.

You still have time to plead
for God's mercy.

For God is all merciful.

Lorenzo!

Inés!