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?
I confessed,
and they said I would be tried,
but there was never a trial.
My father is dead now.
My whole family is 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 Almighty 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!
Quiet!
I am here
to serve the ideas of the great French Revolution!
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 rights, and those...
...those who refuse to see the light of liberty
shall receive no mercy.
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.
Do you remember that rich merchant
that made you confess that you...
Yes.
- You remember. - Sí. What was his name?
Tomás Bilbatua.
Yes, of course. How is he?
Oh, 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 any time 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 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 had been all my life.
Reading...
Reading Voltaire, Rousseau...
Meeting Danton. Look,
I was baptised 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. 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 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're
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...
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 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 you.
Will she be all right? - She will be well provided for.
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 it 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?
There was one who would answer that description.
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 baptise her? - Oh, immediately.
What was her baptismal name?
Alicia.
Come on.
Who was that girl there? - Her name is Alicia. She's sweet...
What's her name? - Alicia.
Write it down.
Alicia.
All right. Alicia.
Will she be back? - Oh, 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 are 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.
Ah, now this looks promising.
This is Carlos the Fourth.
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. - 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 darling. Yes?
Senor Francisco de Goya is here to 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?
Yes.
Did you talk to her?
No, no, I just saw her.
How do you know that the girl you saw is Inés's daughter?
She looked exactly like her mother did
when I painted her 16 years ago.
- She was, it was a perfect replica. Where did you see her?
In the Pardo Gardens.
- 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.
Come 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. 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, please let me out of the...
- Now, please, stop this...! Wait, calm down. Let me speak.
I'm not gonna end up in some brothel or harem?
Let me speak.
- Let go of me, or I'll scream. Wait, stay here.
Wait... Quiet, quiet.
Quiet, quiet. Let me speak. Quiet! Wait!
Alicia, come back!
Even if this Alicia actually were Inés's 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 Cádiz.
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 seven foot, two inches tall.
- Is he deaf? - Yeah.
Painter to the King. He could be blind.
So, who is this woman anyway?
Inés Bilbatua.
How much is she worth to you?
- How much is she worth to you? - One thousand reales.
1,000? 100!
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 100?
500. 500.
-200. - All right.
Is there anybody else here that he wants?
Inés.
Oh, no... Not again.
You cannot carry a baby all your life. No woman can.
No, María, no!
- Stop it! - Inés!
Hold her.
Get her! Stop it!
Stop it. Let her go!
- Inés, calm down. - 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?
You can't go there.
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.
I understand.
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!
Alicia, run!
No, don't touch her!
Alicia!
Where is she? - She went that way.
But didn't I tell you...! Go find her!
I said Don Francisco wants 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 is 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 believed in what I was doing. Wait.
- I am a believer, Francisco. Wait.
I 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 them 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? - News hasn't reached the city yet.
Inés.
I want her to sleep.
Her father has not seen her yet.
Oh, I don't want her to be crying when she sees him.
Wait!
Halt!
Back to France, you cowards!
Francoise?
Brother Lorenzo,
I hope you will understand there is nothing personal
in our judgement.
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 join us again
in the ever-loving arms of God.
Lorenzo,
my son,
will you repent?
No, I'm sure.
- In the name of the Father... - God will forgive your sins.
You have lost your sight, Brother. Open your eyes.
Lorenzo!
Lorenzo! Over here!
Well, what do you think's going to happen to him now?
Brother, repent. You still have time to plead for God's mercy.
Repent. Repent.
Come back to us, and God will receive you into His arms.
Open your eyes!
Repent. God will forgive your sins
if you repent now! Repent...
Oh God.
Or you'll be damned for all eternity.
God will forgive your sins. You have lost your sight, Brother.
You still have time to plead for God's mercy.
For God is all merciful.
Inés!