Goya's Ghosts Page #5

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- No, thank you, no.

I just want to get in touch

with Ins Bilbatua.

Why?

Well, she was telling the truth.

She does have a daughter.

How do you know?

- I saw her.

- You saw her?

Yes.

Did you talk to her?

No, no, I just saw her.

How do you know that the girl

you saw is Ins's daughter?

She looked exactly

like her mother did

when I painted her 16 years ago.

- She was, it was a perfect replica.

- Where did you see her?

In the Pardo Gardens.

- In the Gardens?

- Yes.

She is a...?

Yes, she is.

Do you know her name?

- Alicia.

- Alicia.

Do you think you could bring Ins

to my house?

I want the mother

to meet her daughter.

Of course.

Come on.

- Is your name Alicia?

- Yes.

Where were you born, Alicia?

In an orphanage.

Do you know

who your parents were?

My mother was a heretic.

So, where do you wanna do it?

Right here?

Nowhere.

I just want to talk to you.

You're not the police, are you?

I would like to make you

a proposition.

- All right.

- Leave Spain.

- Leave Spain?

- Yes.

- And go where?

- America.

With you?

No, but...

if you leave Spain,

I will provide you with enough money

that you will never want for...

No, no, please let me out of the...

- Now, please, stop this...!

- Wait, calm down. Let me speak.

I'm not gonna end up

in some brothel or harem?

Let me speak.

- Let go of me, or I'll scream.

- Wait, stay here.

Wait... Quiet, quiet.

Quiet, quiet. Let me speak.

Quiet! Wait!

Alicia, come back!

Even if this Alicia actually

were Ins's daughter,

which I doubt, which I doubt...

If she were,

I would never want to bring

those two together.

Why not?

For me,

the idea of telling a mother:

"I found your daughter

and she's a whore"

is unthinkable and cruel.

I could never bring myself

to do it.

But they're the same flesh

and blood.

Plus, Francisco,

Ins is not in control

of her senses.

- Where is she?

- She's in very good hands.

Where?

I need to talk to her.

Why is she so important to you?

You are completely obsessed

with her.

You yourself noticed her.

That face is...

engraved on my mind.

She's the angel descending

from heaven in 'La Florida'.

I see her in taverns, I see her

in the streets, in my dreams.

I saw her face when I thought

I was dying in Cdiz.

And I didn't do anything for her

when she needed it.

I'm not going

to abandon her again!

Can you understand that?

Where is she?

Francisco,

that poor woman

has lost her mind.

I said where is she?

- I don't care who you are.

- I'm painter to the King!

To which King? Do you know how

many kings I have in here?

I even have two Napoleons.

And one of them is an Arab.

The other one is seven foot,

two inches tall.

- Is he deaf?

- Yeah.

Painter to the King.

He could be blind.

So, who is this woman anyway?

Ins Bilbatua.

How much is she worth to you?

- How much is she worth to you?

- One thousand reales.

1,000? 100!

100!

You must be crazy! And take it

as a professional opinion!

There are revolutions everywhere,

the world is going to hell.

The British have landed

in Portugal

and I am responsible

for this hospital.

And you have the audacity

to offer me 100?

500. 500.

- 200.

- All right.

Is there anybody else here

that he wants?

Ins.

Oh, no... Not again.

You cannot carry a baby

all your life. No woman can.

No, Mara, no!

- Stop it!

- Ins!

Hold her.

Get her! Stop it!

Stop it. Let her go!

- Ins, calm down.

- Ins!

Ins!

Don't you remember me?

You can go home now.

I found your daughter, Ins.

See,

you have to go.

He has found your daughter.

- My daughter?

- Yes.

My baby?

Halt!

What's happening here?

Why can't we go through?

You can't go there.

Ins, wait in the carriage.

You keep an eye on her.

Miss Alicia?

Yes.

I'm Francisco Goya.

I'm painter to the King.

Is that your child?

No.

I want you to come

with me and meet somebody.

Another man?

No.

I understand.

No, I'm not talking about...

I want you to meet somebody

to whom you are very important.

Who?

Alicia,

you've never met your mother,

have you?

And?

Alicia!

Alicia, run!

No, don't touch her!

Alicia!

- Where is she?

- She went that way.

But didn't I tell you...!

Go find her!

I said Don Francisco wants you

to stay here.

Bring her home! Bring her home!

Bring him in.

- Did you decree that deportation?

- Yes.

So you're sending all these girls

to America

just to get your poor harlot

daughter out of the way?

This is the best thing for those

women, it's the best thing.

What are you saying?

Say it again.

It is a new life for them.

It is a new life.

A new life? To be sold

as slaves in America?

It is better than living

in this whorehouse called Spain.

- What are you saying?

- Wake up, Francisco.

The Spanish people couldn't care

less about ideals.

Spain today

is one big whorehouse.

Whore?

Are you calling me a whore?

You have the audacity

to call me a whore?

And what are you? Look at you!

Look what you are today.

But do you remember

what you were yesterday?

Who's the whore here?

Don't lecture me, Francisco.

Do not lecture me.

At least I tried to do something

- and believed in what I was doing.

- Wait.

- I am a believer, Francisco.

- Wait.

I am a believer...! But you?

Look at you.

You work for anyone

who pays.

Yesterday the King of Spain.

Today the French.

Tomorrow?

Probably that bastard Wellington!

- No!

- Yes, Francisco.

You only believe in money.

You are the whore.

What is it?

The King has just received news

that the British have crossed

the border from Portugal to Spain

and are advancing.

According to a reliable source,

they are not meeting any resistance

and the Spanish are joining them

in their assault on our outposts.

What are the King's orders?

The King and his family left

for Madrid half an hour ago.

- And Madrid?

- News hasn't reached the city yet.

Ins.

I want her to sleep.

Her father has not seen her yet.

Oh, I don't want her to be crying

when she sees him.

Wait!

Halt!

Back to France, you cowards!

Franoise?

Brother Lorenzo,

I hope you will understand there

is nothing personal

in our judgment.

However,

you became

the living embodiment

of diabolical ideas.

You proclaimed that Man

is higher than God

and that the words of the Gospels

are nothing but lies and poison.

You must never

never be allowed

to repeat your crimes.

Therefore,

the Church declares you guilty,

and your punishment

will be death.

But if you repent publicly,

the merciful hand

of the Church

will spare your life.

Your body will be saved,

and even your soul,

if you join us again

in the ever- loving arms

of God.

Lorenzo,

my son,

will you repent?

No, I'm sure.

- In the name of the Father...

- God will forgive your sins.

You have lost your sight, Brother.

Open your eyes.

Lorenzo!

Lorenzo!

Lorenzo! Over here!

Well, what do you think's going

to happen to him now?

Brother, repent. You still have

time to plead for God's mercy.

Repent. Repent.

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