Goya's Ghosts

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GOYA'S GHOSTS

HOLY OFFICE OF THE INQUISITION

And these are actually for sale

in the bookshops?

And in the streets as well,

Father.

- And in Toledo?

- In Toledo. In Salamanca,

Sevilla.

And in the Port of Cdiz.

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 the 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.

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.

What did she look like?

She was all bent and creepy,

and she stank... Phew!

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

but I am a man of the cloth.

Do you...?

Do you painters not become very

intimate with your models?

It must be 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, 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, two thousand reales.

Two hands, three thousand.

Why did you agree to paint

my portrait?

Why not?

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?

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.

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'd prefer no- one see the work

before it's finished.

Am I intruding?

Yes,

you are, my dear.

Oh, 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. 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 is either a Judaiser,

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 Judaiser!

I am giving you

just a few examples

of what to look for,

whom to identify.

Bring their names to the attention

of Holy Office.

Your eyes, your ears,

your brain.

They are the servants of God.

Come on, Ins.

Taste it, it's good.

Come on.

- Hey, where are you going?

- Oh, she's going to the dwarf.

What did you do?

- Ins, wipe your mouth.

- 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 with your brothers

last night?

The Tavern.

Think!

Did you say something sacrilegious?

No.

Was there an incident

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!

Do not worry, my child.

My child.

In the name of the Father, and

of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Sit down, please.

Are you Ins Bilbatua,

begat by one

Toms Pio Bilbatua

and his wife Mara Isabel?

- Yes, I am.

- We have only a few questions

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 Dona Julia?

Yes, it is.

What were you served that evening?

- For dinner?

- Oh, yes.

You actually want to know

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 the taste.

Are you prepared to swear

on the Holy Cross

that you're telling the truth?

About the pork?

Are you?

I swear on Jesus's sacred wounds,

I'm telling you the truth.

And I suppose

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