Goya's Ghosts Page #3

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something grotesquely absurd,

say...

say you were told to confess that

you are really a monke...

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 I.

Would you?

What is this? 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.

lvaro, go get your father.

Sometimes I don't understand

his humor.

Nobody does.

Because my father doesn't have

a sense of humor.

Oh, yes, he does.

- More wine?

- No, thank you.

Francisco?

"I, Lorenzo Casamares,

hereby confess that, contrary

to my human appearance,

am, 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, Toms, right?

Sign it.

ngel, block the door.

Francisco, escort me out

of this house.

Stop Senor Goya.

- Are you 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 Seor Goya out.

Toms!

Take your hands off me!

This is outrageous.

Are you ready to sign

the confession?

Mara Isabel.

Bring him here.

Sign it.

Tie his hands.

Will you sign?

All right.

Let's find out if God will give

you the 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 Judaiser.

How did you respond

to this request?

I promised

to plead for her release.

- On what grounds?

- I took into consideration...

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, Ins.

Shall we pray together, Ins?

I can't believe it.

"I am, in fact,

the bastard son

of a chimpanzee

and an orangutan...

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're 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.

Please, sit.

Sit, please.

Please, sit

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.

Hndel?

- I did.

- Really?

Congratulations, Your Majesty.

Excellent and beautifully

performed. 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.

15 YEARS LATER

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 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.

Long live Napoleon.

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.

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