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 Cádiz.
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 endeavour 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!
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, Inés. Taste it, it's good.
Come on.
- Hey, where are you going? - Oh, she's going to the dwarf.
What did you do?
- Inés, 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 Inés Bilbatua,
begat by one Tomás Pio Bilbatua
and his wife María 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 that you would not object
if we gave you an opportunity to prove it?
No, I would be grateful.
How would you like me to prove it?
Did you tell us the truth?
Yes! Yes, I did!
We have reason to suspect otherwise.
Why?
We suspect the reason you avoid pork is because you are secret Judaiser.
What?
- Are you? - What is that?
You practice Jewish rituals.
No, I do not!
You have something to confess. Do it now.
But I... What do you want me to confess?
The truth.
But I did!
Tell me what the truth is!
Hey, Tomás, how wonderful to see you, my friend.
- How are you, Francisco? - Come in, come in.
- Can I offer you anything? - No, nothing, thank you.
Are we alone?
Yes.
I need to speak with this man, Francisco.
Why?
My daughter Inés has been summoned by the Holy Office.
- Inés? - Yes.
That's preposterous.
She went in this morning and she hasn't come out yet.
And we haven't heard a word, either.
Do you know why they wanted to talk to her?
No. That's why I would like to speak with this man.
Francisco, I'm very sorry to have to ask you this,
but is there any way you can arrange it?
But I'm in no position to curry favours from the Inquisition..
No, no favours. I'm simply trying to learn
if there is anything at all I can do to help my daughter.
I wish I...
No! I cannot talk to the Holy Office
about any matter
that does not pertain directly to me.
I'm sorry.
I beg you, Francisco.
Father Lorenzo.
Come in.
This way.
If I were to meet this man on the street,
I would never recognise myself in him.
One has such a different idea of oneself.
You think you might like him?
I know I like the painting of him.
Yes, yes...
I'm very pleased with it, Francisco.
- Shall I choose a frame for it? - Yes, please, do.
- And there's no need to send money. - What do you mean?
- Somebody's paying for it. - Who's paying for it?
His name is Tomás Bilbatua.
He's a very rich merchant.
He also intends to underwrite
the reconstruction of the Convent of Saint Tomás.
He's also asked me to paint frescoes throughout the Convent,
which is a very welcome commission, I must admit.
- What is his name? - Bilbatua.
What does Senor Bilbatua want from me?
He's the father of...
You recall seeing her face on the ceiling in the Florida chapel?
Yes?
She's been arrested by the Holy Office.
I know him quite well. He's a very honourable man.
Don't be afraid.
- Inés Bilbatua? - Yes.
I am here to see if I can...
possibly be of some assistance.
May I go home now?
I don't have the power to decide that, Inés.
I wanna go home.
Do not fear, my child.
I can deliver a message to your family...
Do you want me to?
Please.
Will you tell them that I love them?
I love them so much.
And please,
tell them that always,
when I shut my eyes
and I pray to God
I beseech Him to let me see my mother
and my father
and my brothers,
when I open my eyes...
- Do you want me to pray with you? - Yes, please.
Glory to God on high.
And on earth peace to men of good will.
We praise You, we bless You, we adore You, we glorify You.
We give You thanks for Your great Glory.
O Lord God, heavenly King, God the Father Almighty.
O Lord Jesus Christ, the only-begotten Son.
O Lord Jesus Christ, Lord God, Lamb of God...
Very good, Inés.
I'll take care of you.
It's all right, it's all right.
- Hello! Welcome. - Tomás!
- Gracias, Padre. - Thank you, Jose.
- How are you, Francisco? - I'm very well, thank you.
Father Lorenzo.
It's a great honour for me to welcome you in my house, Father Lorenzo.
This way, please. These are my sons.
Ángel... and Álvaro.
Hello, Ángel.
And this is my dear wife...
María Isabel.
Father Lorenzo,
welcome to our house.
- Thank you. - Please.
Francisco, thank you.
The time has come for me to repay
the Lord for all his his kindness
by restoring the Convent of Saint Tomás.
You know, Tomás being my own name,
I'm very sorry that my daughter cannot dine with us tonight.
A most...
a most marvellous work indeed, Goya.
Thank you.
As I was saying,
the time has come for me to repay the Lord for all His kindness
by restoring the Convent of Saint Tomás.
Bless us, o Lord,
and your gifts,
which from your bounty we are about to receive through Christ our Lord.
Amen.
To the successful restoration of the Convent of Saint Tomás.
This wine is excellent.
It was aged on a ship that has gone twice around the world.
It takes constant motion
to bring out the flavour in this particular wine.
I didn't know that.
And these are anchovies from Santona.
I presume that you're anxious to have some news of your daughter.
Oh, yes,
extremely so.
She has never ever been away. Did you see her?
Yes, I did.
How is she?
She's in fine spirits
and sends her love to all of you.
When can we expect her home?
I couldn't say. She must first stand trial.
Stand trial?
Why?
For what she has confessed.
What did she confess?
That she had secretly practiced
the Jewish rituals of her forebears.
But that's impossible.
We are an old Christian family.
Correct me if I'm wrong
but the Brothers in charge of the archives...
informed me that your grandmother's great-grandfather
converted from Judaism to Christianity when he came to Spain
from Amsterdam in 1624.
Is that true?
Yes.
But I am the only person in the family who knows that.
Then why has your daughter confessed to it?
Inés couldn't possibly confess to something she has no knowledge of.
Excuse me,
was my sister put to 'The Question'?
Yes, she was.
My daughter was tortured?
She was put to 'The Question'.
I thought that kind of 'investigation'
had been abandoned years ago.
Yes, it was,
but now in these troubled times,
in its quest for the truth, the Church is bringing it back.
So...
you maintain that a confession obtained by the means of
as you call it 'The Question' is valid proof of anything?
This is not an opinion of one simple monk, sir.
It is a tenet of Church teaching that a confession
attained by 'The Question' constitutes ultimate proof.
I'm sorry, Lorenzo,
but how can this sort of confession be an ultimate proof?
If I were tortured, I'd confess to anything.
I'd confess I was the Turkish Sultan.
No, you wouldn't.
I would confess to anything to avoid pain.
No, you wouldn't.
You're a God-fearing man, Goya, aren't you?
Of course I am.
So, your fear of God would prevent you from making a false confession.
But what if the pain obscured my senses?
What if my fear of pain became bigger
than my fear of God?
If you are innocent of the charge, God will give you the strength
to withstand the pain.
- Are you sure of that? - Yes.
Forgive me, Father Lorenzo,
but have you ever been put to the...
to 'The Question' yourself?
- Have I ever been? - Yes.
Have you ever been subjected to 'The Question'?
Of course not.
Do you think that if you were
and they asked you to confess
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.
Álvaro, go get your father.
Sometimes I don't understand his humour.
Nobody does.
Because my father doesn't have a sense of humour.
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, Tomás, right?
Sign it.
Ángel, 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 Senor Goya out.
Tomás!
Take your hands off me! This is outrageous.
Are you ready to sign the confession?
María 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, Inés.
Shall we pray together, Inés?
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.
Handel?
- I did. - Really?
Congratulations, Your Majesty.
Excellent and beautifully 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 neighbours
continue to suffer the tyranny
of corrupt and decadent kings,
repressive clergy and foreign impostors.
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.
- In the name of Emperor Napoleon... - Continue.
.. and by the letter of the Rights...
Brother? Brother?
Brothers, give him air, let him breathe here.