Do, are you sick?
Are you going to die?
Do, if you die, I will go with you
May the light show you the way.
And may we meet again.
Hey, slow down!
Get up.
I want to see you in the church, each one of you saying the rosary
and reformed.
That dog has rabies! Kill that dog!
Come.
Girl!
Come.
Girl... like a bug again.
What do kisses know?
The Theodicy of Leibnitz.
Published in París...
with all its evils this world created by God,
is the best of all possible worlds.
Evil does not come from God... but from his absence.
Or from our free will, as Leibniz says.
Evil will not be questioned with reason but with faith.
Eckhart... it is prohibited, is it not?
I thought to keep it in the secret chapter, Your Excellency.
Father Anselmo said there were three people bitten at the market
and that one of them is the daughter of the Marquis of Casalduero.
I want you to go and see her and see how she is.
Father, I don't have time for...
It is a delicate matter. Go today.
Rabies is one of the many wiles of the devil.
Are you still fasting?
I will wait for you to eat.
The girl was bitten by a dog.
The dog was rabid.
And since when was this of so much interest?
I was visited by a priest of the diocese.
And what did he say?
I told him she was perfectly healthy... I thought it was a mistake.
You'll have to go and see him yourself, or this place will be full of exorcisms.
If it has given her the evil, she will die.
I'll take you to Seville, the other side of the sea...
...in the Spring.
What's on the other side?
...the world.
Although the objects are painful to see, we...
we delight in contemplating
their more realistic representations... in art, for example, the shapes
such as... the shapes of the most repulsive animals
Read like so, Aristotle loses all clarity.
What's on your mind?
It must be the heat.
I'm sure it's something more than the heat. What were you thinking about?
The girl.
I dreamed about her.
But you told me that the Marquis hadn't let you see her.
That's right, I didn't see her.
So how do you know it was her?
Because in the dream she had very long hair,
more than a metre.
Red.
It's a while since that family moved away from us.
It's now that they will need us. I'll tell the Marquis to come and see me.
Are you going to read some more?
Get dressed, the doctor is here.
God help me.
It's not for you. It's for the girl.
It won't do her any good.
There's nothing here.
Call her nanny. She died.
You'll choke!
Look... look.
The evil of rabies has no cure.
It's too early to know if she has it or not, sir. We must wait.
Give her plenty of water and keep her wrapped up.
If she starts to show symptoms,
you must bring her to the island, there they know how to deal with it.
He has rabies. Don't get too close.
The most pious would be to kill him.
Come in, Ygnacio.
My house is yours.
We know that you are in need of God and pretend not to notice.
I have tried to endure my misfortune in silence.
It's an open secret that your poor girl is infested.
Do you know Abrenuncio?
The doctor who saw the girl.
I wanted to hear it from your own lips.
Your honour, that man was expelled from the Peninsula.
For using cures of the indians and blacks.
He has pretensions of predicting death.
He was accused by the Holy Office.
For predicting the death of a sick person?
For resurrecting them from the dead...
the patient said that at no time
had he lost consciousness... That saved him from the stake.
Abrenuncio has a loose tongue but... in all humility,
that is a long way from heresy. There is a great...
The many wiles of the devil
very often they take the appearance of a foul disease
to enter an innocent body.
Fortunately, although your daughter's body may be lost forever,
God has provided us with the means to save her soul.
I bring my daughter by order of Bishop Don Toribio of Cáceres and Virtudes.
She won't need anything.
But her hair has to be cut.
It is pledged to the Blessed Virgin... until the day she gets married.
Excuse me, Mother.
The Marquis of Casalduero has brought his daughter.
She is possessed, Mother.
What did you say?
There is a mandate from the bishop.
Who does he think he is to come and dictate orders here!
Let me go!
You take charge of the case.
You have not answered me.
I thought you were talking in your sleep.
Now I am saying it again, when I am awake. I entrust the girl's health to you.
What do you say?
I'm not an exorcist, father. I don't have the character or the training.
The Vatican Library? I've been preparing for that!
Garcilaso. God is not named more than a couple of times in all his work.
A little more, but it was not uncommon in good Catholics in the Renaissance.
The girl's case, brought to a successful conclusion, may be the impetus we need.
You're boiling.
Do you know why they brought you here?
How much longer would you wait to come?
What a rampage of cockerels!
There are six but they make enough noise for a hundred.
Everything has been like this since the possessed one arrived.
Sometimes we attribute things we don't understand to the devil
without thinking they can be from God.
In any case we have not stated that the girl is possessed.
Only that there are reasons to suspect it.
Not here.
She killed two companions.
How long has she been here?
Years.
Poor creature...
even if she were not possessed by any demon,
this is the most propitious environment.
That is an honour we do not deserve.
She has made her own dung heap each time she was left.
Our war is not against her but against the demons who may inhabit her.
Blood!
Don't jump to conclusions.
Nothing is more useful than a timely doubt.
Read Saint Augustine.
I have read him with great care.
Please leave us alone.
On your responsibility.
The Bishop is the highest authority.
We know by now that you are the masters of God.
When you want to leave knock on the gate. Sister Agatha will come and open it.
We haven't brought you here to torture you.
We suspect that a demon got into your body to steal your soul.
I have come to establish if this is true,
with your help.
I know you.
You get visits. I never do.
I have the devil inside.
The devil does not exist. Neither does God.
That which you see is all there is.
You look like a Mojana.
A what?
A Mojana.
A witch who is white... steals children and has legs back to front.
How do you leave the cell?
Skill.
Start with three stitches.
Eat.
You're right. It's awful.
Stop it. Keep still!
Calm down!
Let me out!
Get down!
Stop it! ...come here!
Come here!
Witch.
Three days have already gone by. And the lady has not drunk any water.
She needs salt.
I'm frightened for her.
You talk to her, sir.
And when does the girl come, sir?
Is there no peace in this house!
The key.
I will have to tell the Abbess.
I will ask that they don't restrain you.
What happened to you?
I was bitten by a little rabid dog with a tail more than a meter long.
Let's see.
I'm more evil than the plague.
God is great.
Even animals feel it.
Are you still thinking about the girl?
I thought that the people could relate their troubles to this eclipse.
And rightly!
This eclipse was calculated thousands of years ago by Assyrian astronomers.
That is the answer of a Jesuit!
My dad will take me to the other side.
Do you know what happens when we die?
We are born again as an animal.
No.
We cease to exist.
But the dead are one.
Don't go.
With all due respect, Father.
I do not believe the child is possessed.
Why do you say that?
I believe we have commited a serious error. She is only a terrified girl.
We have an abundance of proof. Or have you not read the minutes?
They are more useful for understanding the mentality of the Abbess.
If animals cry at night, then the Sisters are nocturnal apparitions.
They attribute so many powers to the forces of evil, they seem more devoted to the devil.
Careful, Cayetano! Do not make ungodly accusations.
We are wrong! It is a mistake! And it is a mistake that I am in charge!
Calm yourself my son. Pull yourself together.
Father, don't you see?
What seems demonic to us...
...are the customs she learned from the negros who raised her.
The negros love their demons.
The fever has gone and the wound on her foot has healed completely.
The Enemy makes better use of our intelligence than of our errors.
Come back here.
Then the best gift we could give him would be to exorcise a healthy child!
Ought I to assume that you are in defiance?
You ought to assume that I have my doubts, Father
But I obey in all humility.
I keep seeing the eclipse.
You're not going to cure me?
I'm going to die.
I'm going to die, yes?
You cannot die.
I am here.
The cold soothes me.
They don't want me to return to the child. Neither do they let me see her.
They will stop killing her here.
Help me to get her out.
Do what you want.
I am already dead.
Who are you writing to?
The Bishop.
He's not going to listen to us. You have to go to the Viceroys.
Here, the one that keeps abreast of developments
is Father Cayetano.
Your Excellency.
I have understood that you are also responsible
for the soul of the daughter of the Marquis of Casalduero.
Yes, it is so, your Honour.
As the Viceroy has been shaken a lot.
What can we do?
Still no proof...
The minutes of the convent tell us clearly
that the poor creature is possessed by the demon.
This way, Excellency.
The misgivings of the parents of the girl are more of a practical nature.
Indeed, the conditions of the cells are not the best.
Maybe in her own home they would have better resources to treat her?
Your Excellency,
we chose Santa Clara because of the competence and authority of the Abbess Josefa Miranda.
She thinks you have fallen into a snare of Satan
Not we alone, but all of Spain!
We have crossed the ocean sea to impose the law of Christ,
and what have we achieved?
The natives go to Mass...
... only because their pagan sanctuaries still lie beneath the silver altars.
More than half the inhabitants of this port
are negros, heretics and rebels.
Others live like runaways on the Mount
as savages, we are beseiged.
The disenchantment of Your Grace is of the utmost gravity.
I want to make clear the strength of faith we need in these lands.
Call the doctor.
Bring the infusion.
That is not necessary, your Majesty.
Come.
Father, I come to ask you to relieve me from being in charge.
Now we have the eyes of the crown placed on this matter.
And that was to be avoided at all costs!
Perhaps if we treat her in her own home?
I want her to stay in the Santa Clara convent
and under your charge.
Of course, arrange for the child to participate
in the general benefits of the community.
To receive better treatment.
How far away we are.
You will go with me to the other side.
Don't be afraid.
We will get out of here.
We will cross the sea.
I saw you in a dream.
I was by the well and accidentally knocked the candle into the water.
The bottom was lit up beautifully.
But the water was very cold and dark.
I felt frightened...
Then I heard someone coming.
It was you.
You know what? The Viceroy has had me painted.
And he says that he will take me with him to Santa Fe de Bogotá.
Very good morning God bids you, Marquis.
Ah, it's you! Did you bring the girl?
She is fine. But...
I want to help her get better
Don't be afraid, those are the mosquitos...
...that eat me alive day and night.
Abrenuncio said Sierva María did not have the symptoms of rabies.
He knows how to explain it! He is a great man.
Bring her back!
Get her.
At least she will know that I think about her.
Put this on.
Thank you. Voltaire in Latin is almost a heresy.
Do you speak French?
No, I don't speak it but I can read it. Greek, English, Italian, and a little German.
I ask because Voltaire is a perfect prose.
Let's see...
What are you doing?
A few eye drops.
The only bad thing about your eye is that it sees more than it should.
My duty would be to denounce you to the Holy Office.
If it was for banned books you would have gone a long time ago
and I would not have opened the door.
They attribute one of the Satanic charges to the African languages she speaks.
The minutes distort everything. Now no one dares to contradict them.
I do not think at this point that the girl has contracted rabies,
but neither your criteria nor mine will convince anyone.
Much less together.
I don't know why you have come.
Maybe you just came because you needed to talk about her.
That creature is a test imposed on me by the Holy Spirit.
This is not the time, Father.
It is the order of the Bishop.
At this time only the Abbess holds the keys to enter the basement.
Then ask for them!
I'm going?
They are your things, your father sent them.
For the journey to Santa Fe?
The Viceroys left this morning, Sierva. They couldn't take you with them.
Witch! Drop it!
For you was I born, for you do I have life,
for you will I die, for you am I now dying.
Heavens!
The only peace I get is being at your side.
Betray your vows! Betray Jesus!
Father, Father, Father, help me!
Surrender your habit now.
What will become of her? She is innocent, holy God.
We must protect the diocese. You'll go immediately.
Father.
You will be held at the leper colony from now on.
Obey.
Or I will have no choice, but to surrender you to the Holy Office.
You won't come back.
Go!
So kill me, I'm not going.
I will not be in charge of you any longer.
They have forbidden me from seeing you.
What are you doing dressed like that?
Will you come tomorrow too?
If you like.
Are you not afraid?
I would be more afraid not to come.
How old are you?
I will be thirty six in March.
You're already a wrinkled old man.
O sweet treasures, discovered to my sorrow. It is a verse of my great-great-grandfather.
Was he a priest too?
A soldier. Like the Vikings: Skilled with both the harp and the sword.
Fell in love with a woman who was forbidden.
Say it again.
O sweet treasures, discovered to my sorrow, sweet and happy when God wills it!
Together you are in my memory, and with her, in my death conjured.
I'm always like this.
Like a drum.
I see you everywhere, as only God has the power to be.
All of my thoughts are of you.
Not a moment goes by without thinking of you.
And now?
And now nothing. It is enough for me that you know.
Take it.
It is for you.
Your appetite has recovered.
It's raining buckets. The tunnel was flooded.
If you burn them I couldn't get out of here.
Yuca teeth.
How do I look?
Hideous.
Oh sweet treasures... discovered to my sorrow... sweet for...
sweet and happy when God wills.
Do you know any more?
I reach my end, for artless I surrendered
to one who is my undoing and my end.
For you was I born, for you do I have life,
for you will I die, for you am I now dying.
We could have been so happy.
When the girl comes back, we'll make a journey.
Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!
Sierva María!
Dark eternal night,
I close...
these eyes that saw you,
leaving me with others
that see you.