Goya's Ghosts Page #4

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- In the name of Emperor Napoleon...

- Continue.

...and by the letter

of the Rights...

Brother? Brother?

Brothers, give him air,

let him breathe here.

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?

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?

Ins, 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!

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.

- S. What was his name?

Toms 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 baptized 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.

Ins.

- 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.

Ins, 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 baptize her?

- Oh, immediately.

What was her baptismal name?

Alicia.

Alicia.

Alicia.

Come on.

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

Hieronymous 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?

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