ENGLISH SUBTITLES BY BARISHNIKOV@KATCR.CO
Fernando! Wake up!
- What happened? - See if anyone's in the backyard.
- Nobody's there. - Open the door.
- I'm so sorry about dad. - Me too... but you want us to be separated?
- No. - Let's go then.
Go ahead and check if anyone's around.
- THE PRINTER - "A MACHINE WAS CREATED, CAPABLE OF FREEING MEN FROM IGNORANCE"
- He's not leaving until he pays me. - How much is it?
30 ducats.
He's been drinking all night and not only that.
Get me out of here, please.
- How long since you had some sleep? - Months... I can't remember.
- What happened to all my stuff? - Gone. They sacked the house before burning it.
- My printer? - They burned that too.
This was made with my printer.
Someone's still using it.
- Come with me, another body was found. - One moment.
Get a pair of boots and go with him.
It's Lucina Utrera, daughter of Captain Utrera.
Some kids found her, wrapped in the Virgin's mantle.
This was inside her.
Anyone saw anything?
Same as the other.
- It's not human hair. - It's the beast.
The man in the factory said it was covered with black hair... like the devil.
As agreed, the Guild of Merchants will bear all expenses caused by the plague.
This way we'll be able to control the epidemic without having to shut down...
...the port.
- Morata, are you alright? - Open his jacket so he can breathe!
- Get some water. - Call a doctor!
God... what is it?
He's burning.
It's the plague!
Out of here! The plague!
Mrs. Lucina and his father. He died on a ship to the Americas.
Mrs. Lucina's room.
Ma'am had a gift, she'd read the fortune in those beans.
- It doesn't look like she needed money. - She only did that for close friends.
- Was Mr. Azuaga one of her friends? - I don't know who he is.
- He owned the dye factory. - He was never in this house.
Maybe he didn't wanna know his future... he wouldn't have liked it anyway.
- What did the Inquisition think of her gift? - Ma'am was very generous with the Church.
Did she pray at all? There isn't one sacred image in the whole house.
- She read cards too. - Everyone in Seville plays cards.
Are you alright? Hey!
They're closing the city! - It's the plague!
We need to get out before they close it down!
Epidemic!
We need men for the factory.
Many already left and won't be back till the plague's gone.
You need to do the same, I can take care of everything.
- Where is she? - Who?
Eugenia. She didn't show up and I couldn't finish the painting.
She's no longer at the brothel. She was working on her own and Moreno kicked her out.
It's a miracle she's alive.
That woman is a rebel, Mrs. Larrea.
She's no good for you, I can find you another.
Take.
Show me the neck.
Armpit.
Ma'am is waiting on the carriage. Come with me.
You're feverish, you need to see a doctor.
Are you paying for that?
If the Council learns you're working outside, you'll be arrested.
- Aren't you afraid? - Of what?
- If Moreno finds you, he'll kill you. - Or maybe I'll kill him.
I don't need to pay anyone, I'll do it myself.
It's water.
Why didn't you come?
Who'd wanna paint a woman like me?
Let me finish the painting and I'll find you a job.
Get a doctor. Let's get out of here.
Ok, let's see what you got.
They tell me you're looking for me.
Later, they're waiting for me.
- What do you want? - Lucina Utrera. You know her?
- It depends. - She was murdered.
Poor girl.
I heard she owed you a lot of money.
I didn't kill her... although I was entitled to.
She did owe me money and she did pay me.
Coins like this... a whole bag.
See anything strange?
Give it to me.
- The silver... - You don't cheat a cheater... real money would turn black.
They're almost all like this, more fake than her "gift".
That woman was possessed.
Ask what you want, no one will notice. Death calls.
- It's me. - What are you doing here?
Blow out the candle.
Blow it out.
A favor for a favor.
I get you that printer and you pay me what that devil stole from me.
I haven't forgotten. He's lucky I don't demand his balls.
- How much did he steal? - 50 reals.
- 25. - 50!
With the city shut down, there's soldiers everywhere. It's hard to move around.
I need money to pay off the guards.
50 and we're even. I'll throw this in too.
Ember of sacred fire, keeps the plague away.
I will also offer you wine.
Wine is good for what you have.
- It's got some initials engraved: MNC. - What's that about?
Fucking devil's breed.
You were supposed to keep them from closing the port.
Now you owe us.
You better come up with a solution before it's too late.
It's death... in a matter of hours.
How much do you need?
I don't need money, I won't take it.
- I need a certification of blood purity. - For whom?
For me.
- I'm not an Hidalgo, they'll question me. - Who?
The Council. Without that, you'll need another man within 24 hours.
You have no choice.
Come back tonight. Now leave from the back door.
That way. I'm not going.
- 50 reals. - When we're back.
Now. It's better if we don't see each other again.
It's blood.
What's this smell? I can't breathe!
You better get out.
Don't hurt him, he's very sick!
It's not the plague, it's lead poisoning.
- Where did you get the printer? - It's not mine, I just use it.
They pay me to print what others can't print.
- Who's paying you? - I don't know.
They leave the paper outside, hidden inside a jar.
- It's all I know. - What do the papers say?
I can't read, I only copy the letters.
You recognize this?
- You have more? - No. It's always the same man who writes.
Who is it?
Hurry up.
Ledesma...
You know why he can't get any sleep?
He's only gonna sleep when he's dead.
Lighten our darkness with the light of truth.
You know the deepest secrets of our hearts.
You who leads our every step, make us remember the bitterness of our soul.
Get in the light.
Your mouth.
Your clothes.
- How old are you? - 14.
Take it all off.
Turn around.
Again.
Lay there.
- You have a father? - No.
Spread your legs.
- Mother? - Neither.
Are you a virgin? If so, I can't make you work.
I'm not a virgin.
Get dressed.
Gentlemen, gather around.
Come closer, please.
This is Eugenia, she'll work here starting today.
I know her, she's a whore.
My men won't work with a woman, let alone one like her.
- Who are you? - Carmona.
I didn't ask your name, I wanna know what I'm paying you for.
He's the foreman.
Do we owe him anything?
Mr. Carmona, Eugenia's here to learn the job.
You'll have to accept her as another worker, I hired her myself.
Anyone who doesn't wanna work with a woman, they're free to go.
You're not in command here. Your husband owned the factory and he's dead.
You heard what Mrs. Larrea said.
Come closer.
Explain the job to her.
The room of secrets.
Everything here has been confiscated by the Holy Office.
No one is supposed to see this.
An inmate did it in prison.
A few years back, Protestant texts started appearing in various churches.
In no time, they were everywhere. Squares, markets, taverns.
- All signed by the same hand. - Ledesma.
All about the same thing: his particular dogma of faith.
Ledesma call it: "The Four Truths".
According to him, men can be saved only through those.
"Only Christ". The first truth.
The only intermediary between man and God. The only way to salvation.
Azuaga... his hands and feet were pierced by nails, like Christ.
And a crucifix with EVV carved. "Ex Veritate Vita".
"Only truth will save men".
It must be referred to those truths. Some kind of verse or spell.
"Sola Fide"... only faith. The Annunciation.
The Angel announces, the Virgin listens, believes and gives birth. Sermo 13.
For the Protestants, there's no point in praying to the Virgin... she's not a virgin in the first place.
Lucina represented a virgin without being one.
Man can only be saved through the grace of God.
No saint can do it for them.
And the last one... "Only the Scripture".
- The Bible. - You recognize it, don't you?
It's the same you used for the cover of the Bible you printed for the Protestants.
Your Bible of the Bear.
You asked me about Ledesma... this is all I know.
These murders represent those truths.
There's two left.
- Who is Ledesma? - Nobody knows.
We've been looking for years with no luck.
No one knows where he's hiding.
It's almost like he's a ghost.
It's better if you go alone.
Knock 3 times and they'll open for you.
You're near to the end, you need to sign this paper.
I'm not signing...
- I repent everything. - Repent what? You're not guilty of anything.
Yes, I am... and you are too.
People are hungry.
They know they're gonna die, from the plague or from starving.
Soon they'll lose their fear and they'll start stealing from the rich.
Starting from the dead.
Hunger will reach this palace. They'll take your house, your things.
They'll wipe out your memory, your family's memory.
They'll take away centuries of history. Just like that... in one second.
Nothing will be left.
Not even your repentance.
Just oblivion.
I can keep it all safe until your family comes back.
Your chair isn't gonna do you any good. You just need to sign this.
It's here.
- Mateo... - Open up, there's no one around.
Don't stand there.
What are you doing here? You want us to be burned alive?
- Who's that? - Germán's son.
You and your sense of honor... will you ever stop thinking like a soldier?
Come closer, so I can hug you.
Get inside.
I'm very sorry about your father, he was my friend.
I think I have some wine.
People like to brag about having been in Seville.
- You did these? - I sell them at the docks to support myself.
- Not for me. - Just like your father.
They're very different.
I heard you were dead.
- I wasn't that lucky. - What happened?
Someone found the bibles in your house.
Almost everyone managed to escape to Geneva. I didn't.
- And your wife? - Neither.
Two months of torture... unabated.
I'm sorry.
What do you want, Mateo?
I got my printer back, I'm gonna print again.
I'm also looking for Ledesma.
Ledesma doesn't exist, it's just a pseudonym.
- Whose pseudonym? - I don't know, I'm out of the circle.
- Who might know? Where do they meet? - I don't know!
I can't tell you what I don't know! I lost everything!
It's over... I don't wanna know anything anymore.
Mateo... forget about your printer and get out of Seville.
No one here is gonna help you.
- What are we doing here? - Waiting.
If he's not out in 2 minutes, the coin is yours.
I know him, he wasn't telling the truth.
- You used to print bibles? - Books.
- What books? - Forbidden books.
What's a forbidden book?
It's a book that makes people think and question things.
What things?
Things like this.
- Where is he? - I don't know.
I wanna make a toast!
To God... who is everywhere!
In the streets and squares, in taverns... at this table...
...and in this wine.
At the crossroads and at cities' gates.
In the jewels of a beautiful woman, in the blasphemy of men.
In the slums, in the cloisters, in the priest's sermon and in children's prayers.
In our fathers' feasts, in testaments, in the sentence of a judge...
...and in fear.
In the artist's hands, in the birth and abandon of children,
in the sheets of a dying man, in hospitals' rooms,
in the gallows of the executed, in the pleas of the poor and the charity of the rich.
In the silence of the night, in the sound of bells and organs.
In the whore's breasts,
in the pussy of every whore and every honest lady.
Men and women... all is made in his name and his will.
Nothing human is unknown to him, nothing divine.
Everything is God.
So never speak ill of him.
Get out of here.
This to keep drinking. It's very hot in here, get wine to everybody!
I'm sorry... he insisted.
I need to sleep... I can't get any sleep.
What happened to you, Mateo?
Only one thing can save a man from his own darkness.
Beauty.
If there's anything that makes life worth living...
...is contemplating it.
I'm not one of your whores, Mateo.
I'm mourning for your best friend.
Mateo! Mateo!
Dr. Monardes says you must leave. You're not welcome in this house.
Relax, I'm not gonna scald you.
Open your eyes a bit more.
Try not to blink.
Get on one side.
- How long it's been since you had some sleep? - I don't know... months.
I bet things are happening that never happened before.
Things that happen inside here.
- Things only I can see. - They don't exist.
Nothing's possessing you except your black bile.
You have melancholia. It's painful and deadly.
What you see is neither the devil nor death, it's your own sadness and despair.
Maybe it's the absence of God. Everything's easier when you believe.
- How do you treat it? - I don't know.
Soul is too complicated for my knowledge.
Find something to hold on to and don't let go.
- You only have one life, Mateo. - I can't make it anymore.
It's opium. I'll give you some to take with you.
Use it carefully, it's very dangerous.
It's the sweetest bitterness.
This is your name. Valerio.
V - A - L - E - R - I - O. Memorize it.
Now you try.
The image and the altar-piece.
The chandeliers.
The table.
The chairs, the cabinet.
Take the whole bed but burn the sheets.