All language subtitles for El.Greco.1966.PDTV.x264-Regret.eng

Have you got them?

In here, but it'll cost you...

Come.

In the 16th century,

Spain was a land of great art

and great intolerance.

The family arrogance
of the ruling classes

forbade any outsider to step across

their aristocratic boundaries.

Under the watchful eye
of the Spanish inquisition,

the people lived
within the confines

of a strict set of rules.

The only defiance of the church

came from experimenters

regarded by the church
as dabblers in black magic

to be sought out,
imprisoned, and tortured.

No love for the agents of
the holy office, that one.

Who could blame a man for that?

What I've given you
is a fair price.

What a stroke of luck.

To be sure, that was
very neatly done.

It was a pleasure.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, too, young man.

Thank you.

What do you do with them, eat them?

Eat the genus bufo?

You must be strangers here.

Experiments, my good fellow.

Experiments.

Madonna mia.

You mean you teach them tricks?

I'm quite sure such experiments

would not please the holy office.

Exactly.

My good sir, I can see

you are a man of experience
in such matters.

Experience, no.
Curiosity, yes.

I'm aware of the toad's place
in the science of witchcraft...

Shh.

The market has ears.

I am the marques de villena...

At your service.

Pray tell me, who are you?

Domenikos theotokopoulos.

We're from Italy, my lord.

My master has been commissioned
by Don Diego de castilla.

Ah. So you are
a painter, eh?

In Rome they call him El Greco.

So Don Diego will have you
paint us a few more Madonnas

and saints and shining angels,

all poised
in everlasting glory, eh?

I'm first instructed to paint

the assumption of the virgin.

Maestro, I do not doubt your words,

but if you are an artist
of such consequence,

why choose to sleep
in our marketplace?

There was a little
misunderstanding, sir. My master...

I quite understand.

And perhaps, just for the moment,

your purse is a little light.

Shall we say,

we're suffering from a
temporary embarrassment.

Enough.
Don't tell me more.

Maestro, I am
unquestionably in your debt,

and my duty is very clear.

Come with me.

Come, come.

Come this way.

It's just along here.

You'll like it, I'm sure.

There. That's my door.
My magnificent palace.

Uh, leave the horses there.
Come along.

Maria?

Maria!

What a perfect studio
this room would make.

That is precisely
the idea I had in mind.

Maria,

pack my clothes.

I'm leaving for the country.

Perfect.

Just perfect.

140-odd years ago,

the works of my great-great-grandfather,
Enrique de villena,

sat on these shelves,

but the church came and
burnt them all after he died.

You mean he dabbled in sorcery?

I mean he had an inquiring mind,

a villena characteristic

with which, praise be,
I, too, am graced.

But of course it is much safer
to exercise it in the country.

Safer?

The holy office
is very inquisitive.

They hunt for heresies as
industriously as birds look for worms.

I don't think they'll find
cause to cross my path.

We have a useful saying here...

Keep out of the clutches of the claw.

The claw?

Cardinal Don Fernando
nino de Guevara,

the inquisitor general.

I'll be working for the
church, not against it.

Very wise.

Madonna mia, save us all.

One of the first things
we see is death.

I don't like it, maestro.

I don't like it.

Men die everywhere, my friend.

Maybe,

but these people make
too big a habit of it.

Don Diego de castilla.

Yes?

Don Diego,

I am domenikos theotokopoulos.

I beg your pardon?

The painter from Rome, sir.

Your brother, Luis de castilla,

arranged the commission
on your behalf.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

My good fellow, this is
hardly the time or place.

I am just arrived, sir,
at your invitation.

It is customary
to pay one's respects.

If you need money for the night...

Money is not the question, sir.

I'm eager to discuss
your requirements.

If you can contain your impatience,

perhaps you'd do me the courtesy

of dining tomorrow
evening at my house.

On the contrary,

Don Diego, gentlemen,

permit me to invite you
to my house.

Pray, what house can that be?

My servant will
light your way at 8:00.

Good night, Don Diego, gentlemen.

Oh, ho ho ho...

Maestro, you've provided
a splendid dinner.

As my credit improves in your city,

so will my table.

May you remain with
us a very long time.

Gentlemen, a toast to that.

Excuse us, gentlemen,

but the maestro and I
have business to discuss.

Ah.

Pardon me.

Maestro, permit an old man to
give you some sound advice.

In Spain, in Toledo in particular,

we are set in our ways
and fixed in our tastes.

The theologians in authority
are orthodox-minded.

If you wish to convert us

to the emotional and mystic,

do not be hasty.

Be assured... The retablos will
be veneto-Roman paintings,

homage to my master, titian.

At the same time, they'll
be my farewell to Italy.

You will never go back?

My only desire is to live and work
in Madrid as soon as possible.

These are studies for
my gift to your king.

Royal patronage.
I understand.

So your eye is set on the escorial.

You will find king Philip a
difficult master to please.

I'm advised he has a liking

for the supernatural and fantastic.

Any man who commissions the
work of hieronymous bosch...

You are very sure of yourself,
domenikos theotokopoulos.

I'm sure only of my art.

And impulsive, too.

This place, our
entertainment this evening

has certainly put you in debt.

Your gestures are charming,
but too expensive.

Our contract is my security.

And mine, too.

This morning I had three
new clauses added.

The six paintings
for the retablo major

and for the side altars

must follow
the preliminary sketches

you delivered to my brher.

And a further stipulation...

You will paint the canvases with
your own hands, without assistance,

and not undertake other work
until they are completed.

And lastly,

you will not remove your
canvases from this city

to finish them elsewhere.

But that's imprisonment.

Is it? Why?

To be trapped here in Toledo?

Is the prospect so disagreeable?

Frankly, yes.

Tonight you are invited
to our autosacramental.

The very spirit of Toledo

governs our morality plays.

I want to see your enjoyment of it.

You see, my friend,

we already like you.

In turn, you must
learn to like us...

And our city.

Who's that over there?

The first part is over, I'm afraid.

My dear Dean, it does me
good to see you here.

But beware of the
night air, my friend.

Permit me to present maestro
domenikos theotokopoulos,

our painter from Rome.

Rome, you say?

They tell me it's
full of greeks these days.

Yes. Well, young man, you'd
better paint me a picture.

Whilst I'm in Toledo,

my contract obligates me

to serve the Dean alone.

You have him in chains already.

That's the way to get
your work done.

A pity, though.
A great pity.

My daughter will soon be married

and stolen from my sight.

A portrait of her would have
been a great comfort to me.

I'm sorry I cannot oblige you.

Don Miguel, how can I
refuse such a loving father?

A most considerate gesture.
Most considerate indeed.

Jeronima. Jeronima.

Yes, father.

Come with me.

Do�a jeronima, your servant.

My dear, we have here
domenikos theotok...

Greek names are devilish
tongue-twisters.

Theotokopoulos.

Exactly. The maestro will be
painting your portrait for me.

When?

My dear girl, arrange
it to suit yourself.

Come.

I'm at your disposition, my lady.

Father, El griego may
present himself in my garden

tomorrow morning
at 10:00,

but do stress he be punctual.

"As always, my heart is
with you in Toledo."

Ha ha ha!

"Oh, what are you doing
today, my jeronima?"

Ohh.

"I am so very impatient
for the sight of you

that I can neither
eat nor sleep."

Ha ha ha!

"Even my fencing master
tells me I am no more use."

Oh, poor Luis.

He's quite fading away.

I've always wanted my husband
to be just that way...

Devoted and wonderfully slim.

Maestro, a thousand pardons.

Ha ha ha!

Hope the maestro
doesn't mind waiting.

And don't you think...

Your head round more to me.

Maestro, I get very
tired of looking at you.

Then merely pretend I don't exist.

That shouldn't be
difficult for you.

Are you always disagreeable
with your sitters?

Whenever they deserve it.

And did your Roman
ladies of quality

ever deserve it?

Rome is a sophisticated
capital, my lady.

Our problem here
is a provincial one.

Maestro, you forget
that until recently,

Toledo was the capital of Spain.

Precisely 17 years ago.

Mm-hmm. And I was 3.

Now I understand what drove
your poor king to Madrid.

Stop that at once.
Come back into the house.

Oh.

Do�a jeronima...

If you want me to
paint your portrait,

tomorrow you will
have to pose alone.

Alone?

But, my lady, you know very well your
father gave clear instructions...

Enough, zaida.

I don't see the point of that.

You see, my lady, this model had
manners enough to stand still.

Allow me to introduce myself.

Brother Felix de paravicino.

Your designs are beautiful.

As I studied them last night,

I realized how much I shall enjoy

watching you
putting them on canvas.

Please come here whenever you wish.

That will be my duty, maestro.

I've been instructed by our
beloved cardinal nino de Guevara

to act as your advisor.

Guevara...

Ah, yes.

The inquisitor general.

You know him?

I know his reputation.

As one of his theologians,

I suppose you reflect
his pious enthusiasms.

Please don't take offense.

In all humility, my task is
merely to guide you where I can.

The church has a point of
view, established concepts,

rules, if you will.

Our duty is to recognize
them and obey them.

Brother Felix,

I do not readily accept
advice from anybody.

I must be free to paint as I wish.

Freedom often weakens inspiration.

Restriction only stimulates it.

Let me make this quite clear...

I didn't come here to join
a school of mannerists.

Maestro, you twist my words.

There are infinite
variations within the rules.

There is piety,
sweetness, and obedience.

Are you suggesting that the church

means to control my inspiration,

my palette's colors?

Must I apply to you

before setting this green
wash on the Madonna's mantle?

Blue azure would be
more appropriate.

Blue? Why?

A reflection of our toledan sky.

Brother Felix, as you are a priest,

I'm prepared to recognize
your sincerity,

but...

Be patient with me, maestro.

And I'm sure we will learn
to understand one another.

Ah, we are pleased to welcome you.

Your excellency is most kind.

Eminence, gentlemen...

May I present to you the painting
of the burial of count orgaz

by domenikos theotokopoulos.

In such a manner

you interrupt your work on
the San domingo retablo?

The story of the count of orgaz

being lifted into his
sepulcher by two saints

moved me so that I couldn't
resist the impulse

to paint it at once.

Yes. You are
an impulsive man.

Today you provided us with a good
example of your lack of restraint.

You must learn to
contain such weaknesses

and follow wise counsel.

I trust you sought

father Felix de
paravicino's helpful advice

concerning the official attitude
to such a concept as this?

I experienced no need
for such guidance.

My inspiration...

A painter of religious pictures

always requires guidance
from the church.

Inaccuracies of color and
sacrilegious exaggerations

are easily perpetrated.

I appreciate that, your eminence.

Moreover, such errors
are punishable.

In my capacity of grand inquisitor,

I must ruthlessly
exterminate all heresies,

be they nurtured in the
mind or on canvas.

Domenikos theotokopoulos,

we are well pleased.

You honor your calling.

Thank you, your eminence.

In fact, it is my wish

that you again interrupt
your work for San domingo

and accept a commission

for the vestry of the
cathedral sacristy.

At your command, eminence.

I require you to paint our
lord Jesus on calvary

the moment before he was disrobed.

An expolio.

An expolio, maestro.

But I command you this time

not to deny yourself the
guidance of father Felix.

The composition will be
narrow and vertical.

Centrally, a majestic Christ

surrounded by... Yet isolated from...
The surging mob.

Nothing grotesque or cruel.

I have a natural
abhorrence of cruelty

in any shape or form.

Come on.
Come on.

Maestro, I have a
message from my lady,

do�a jeronima de las cuevas.

My mistress wishes to inform you

she is free to sit this afternoon.

My time is occupied.

Hmm.

Maestro, you cannot offend
the las cuevas family.

A few hours work on the
portrait of their daughter

might cure your...
Nervousness.

Brother Felix,

for once, I appreciate your advice.

Yes, of course.

My lady, you're sitting
for a portrait, not an icon.

I happen to have pins and needles.

In crete, didn't
they teach you respect?

Respect?

It depends. For what?

Well, in Toledo, we
like to be civilized.

Our Greek civilization
is nearly 4,000 years old.

I can't think why you ever left.

I was an underdog.

In crete, I was born
under latin oppression.

I had to go seek my fortune in
the land of my oppressors...

In venice, where I found
the studio of old titian,

where he gave me the key to this.

Then why did you go to Rome?

To search.

To find my own brand of truth.

But in Rome,

I became a captive again.

You see, I was expected to conform

to a patron who was benevolent
if one followed the rules.

But I had to speak my mind.

I did.

And now you are here, looking
for more impartial patronage.

Your escorial will
need many fine paintings.

Then you must despise yourself

for being made to waste time
on this little portrait.

No. No painter
despises himself

for finding something lovely.

I'm fortunate.

Your face already
lives here on my canvas.

A young Spanish lady

whose large eyes
could be so tender.

My pins and needles have gone.

Go on.

How soon the light leaves us.

These narrow streets
seem to hide from the sun.

You still feel a stranger here?

Candia's all sunlight and color.

I've always lived near the sea,

in crete, then venice.

Even in Rome, I knew ostia
was just across the fields.

Because it's landlocked,

Toledo is introverted.

So are the lives inside it.

How little you understand us.

I understand my feelings.

There's something oppressive here.

Your buildings are like prisons.

You decorate them
inside to hide the bars.

First, this is a Spanish city.

And you can never forget it.

It explains your intense preoccupation
with religion and death

and social ostentation.

Aristocrats cannot help
being aristocrats.

Your aristocrats surround
themselves with snobbish etiquette,

silly regulations, absurd rules,

and gradually suffocate...

Just as you're suffocating,
do�a jeronima.

You are quite wrong.

In your scheme of things,
each man must know his place

and never trespass.

You are trespassing now.

No, you're the one
who's trespassing

into my world.

When we first met, I was
merely an artisan for hire.

When I rebelled,
you were intrigued.

And now look,

you're just a human being

talking to another human
being in the half-light.

Maestro Greco,
you flatter yourself.

I've only to put my name

at the bottom of that canvas

and your portrait is done.

When you look at it,

you'll see the good I see
in you reflected there.

Not do�a jeronima de las cuevas...

But jeronima.

Now you know me, you won't say

"El griego
made that of me."

You'll say, "domenikos
theotokopoulos looked at me

and made me
understand myself."

Won't you sit down?

Felix, I'm so conscious
of your watching me.

Something's offending you.

And how am I breaking
the rules this time?

Well, those yellows and blues

and the weak reds,

they all seem strangely cool to me.

Cool?
Why, certainly.

After all, I didn't travel
over a thousand miles

just to paint you another
warm Italian assumption.

I'm in Toledo now.

Inspiration from a city you detest?

Detest?
Did I say that?

Mm-hmm. You certainly
made it clear

you've no love for the place.

Felix, I take a long while

to fall in love with anything.

But you do.

You work too hard.

Corpus christi will soon be with us.
This must be ready.

Don Diego has already
advised the king.

Does royal patronage really
mean so much to you?

As escorial painter is an established
person, someone of consequence.

There can be
no argument about that.

You surprise me. Most painters
merely wish to paint,

marry their model, breed
children, and go on painting.

That's exactly my problem.

Then we must find you
a beautiful wife.

I think I already have.

You mean you haven't asked her yet?

There's always that possibility.

And if she refuses?

I don't believe she will.

Supposing her parents refuse you?

Families here are very...

If the king accepts this painting,

that means he accepts me, too.

Surely her family must do the same.

Domenikos, that doesn't follow.

The king commissions and accepts
the creations of his pastry cook,

but that doesn't
entitle the pastry cook

to a place in society.

He's content to marry
the butcher's daughter.

Felix, I'm not a pastry cook,

and she's certainly not
a butcher's daughter.

Then if matters are as I suspect,

you will harm a young lady

and ruin your own future.

Felix, as a priest,

how can you make such an
intolerably snobbish statement?

As your friend, I have
no other alternative.

As a priest, I know my place.

As a toledan, I know yours.

You may wish for it,
even fight for it,

but you won't succeed
in mixing oil with water.

Believe me, domenikos.

But that's ridiculous.

I'm an educated man.

I speak five languages.

I've traveled.

Felix, I'm not a pastry cook.

I know.

I need her, Felix.

If I love this girl,
truly, honorably,

and if she loves me,

no family could refuse us.

They can and will, quite bluntly.

In Toledo, a gentleman can
become an acceptable artist,

but it doesn't follow

that an artist can become
an acceptable gentleman.

Don't tempt fate, domenikos.

But I must.

Then I will pray
for you, my friend.

Jeronima!

Jeronima.

Luis.

Dearest jeronima.

Nobody told me you were coming.

I just arrived from Madrid.

I must prepare the king's
visit for the corpus christi.

Jeronima, you are
always so beautiful.

And now I'm here. We
have so much to arrange.

Did you make any lists for
the wedding invitations?

Luis, there is
still plenty of time.

Two months is not plenty of time.

I see you've got a gift already.

I didn't know you were
having a portrait done.

Father wanted it.

Beautiful.

Truly beautiful.

Thank you.

Did you tell pepe
to get your room ready?

Incredible.

Whoever painted that looked
right into your heart.

Pepe? No, darling.

Then I'd better.

Jeronima...

"Domenikos
theotokopoulos."

# Hallelujah #

# hallelujah #

Hello, domenikos.

Ah, pompeyo.

When I passed through
Madrid, I inquired for you.

Working.
Always working.

Since working at the escorial,

one never has a moment to oneself.

I've just completed
a bust of his majesty.

I'm happy for your success.

Once away from Rome, I knew
nothing could stop you.

Domenikos, I must be the
one to congratulate you.

Well, don't let's criticize
the eternal city.

Pignarelli is over there.

Pignarelli?

Mm-hmm.

What's he doing here?

Clinging to his majesty
like the leech he is.

Not as a painter?

Oh, god forbid.

Ah, our genius, El Greco.

And how fares our refugee from
the wrath of the farenese?

In Rome, we are still
apologizing for your rudeness

concerning buonarroti's talent.

I do not regret my criticisms.

His majesty holds Michelangelo
in the highest esteem.

Pray, do not speak ill of
him in the king's presence.

I do not intend to.

And if you choose
to curb your tongue,

the king need never learn
of the opinion I hold.

How very trusting.

Naturally, my dear maestro,

we will permit your talent
to speak for itself.

# Hallelujah #

# hallelujah #

Sire, this is maestro
domenikos theotokopoulos.

We view with pleasure
the gift you made to us,

and we will be
pleased to accept it.

Thank you, sire.

We have heard favorable report
of the progress you have made

at the church of San domingo,

and we learn with pleasure

that you're executing an
expolio for the sacristy.

We are impressed with your devout
application and creative talent.

Maestro Leone...

You, I gather, are in agreement
with our sentiments?

Absolutely, sire.

I believe in maestro Greco's art

more than my own.

You, conte,

what is your opinion?

Both in form and in color,

an exquisite concept.

Of course, the symbolic,
mystic aspects

require consideration.

We have considered them
and like them.

Maestro, we accordingly
desire to favor you

by commissioning you
to portray the martyrdom

of the much devoted San Mauricio

and his followers
of the thebian legion.

Your work, if found acceptable,

will grace our monastery
of the escorial.

You honor me, sire.

My daughter do�a jeronima.

Your majesty, you honor my
house with your presence.

Thank you.

Uh, this way, sire.

Domenikos, would you care

to take a little air
with me, my friend?

Domenikos, today I'm both
happy and sad for you.

Perhaps you prayed for me
a little too much.

I must open my heart to you.

Domenikos, there
are two young people.

They are engaged to be married.

Every single person here
is overjoyed at the match.

Please. Please,
don't harm them.

Felix...

Today I was favored by the most
powerful king in the world.

My whole life has been a
striving for this moment.

Yet strangely enough, it
will mean nothing to me

unless I can speak to her.

She may refuse me,

but it must come from her lips.

If I'm to be hurt,
I must be hurt now.

In god's name, I beseech you.

Be gentle with her.

I promise.

Jeronima.

Domenikos.

Will you be missed?

No, not for a moment.

I was so proud of you this morning.

Nothing can stop you now.

You'll go to Madrid...
Not without you.

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

Jeronima.

No.

We must be logical people.

You must become known
throughout all of Spain.

I must marry Luis
and live in seguenta.

Come. I'll show
you something.

It's too late now, for anything,

except my duty,

my duty to Luis,
my family, my confessor,

to Toledo, as you would say.

I can hurt you because I love you,

but I can't hurt them.

It's impossible to be so practical
about loving. Nothing matters.

It does. It matters
for you, domenikos.

Today you are in favor,

tomorrow you would be disgraced.

For loving you?

For wanting to marry you?

For even contemplating
such a possibility.

Please, will you kiss me now?

Please.

Please, forget me.
Forget me.

Good-bye.

Perhaps he would do
better with paintbrushes.

Are you satisfied, se�or?

Custom forbids a gentleman to
duel with other than his kind.

Se�or ribera is my fencing master.

Shall we take our positions?

Ha ha ha ha.

En garde!

Not that way.

Like this, see?

Ha ha ha ha.
Ha ha ha ha.

Stand.

Ha ha ha ha.

En garde!

Se�or?

Touch�.

Finish him off.

Aah!

Yay! Yay! Yay!

Ha ha ha.
Ha ha ha.

Pignarelli was right about you.

Let's go.

Ah, my dear domenikos.

Oh, oh, oh.

I can see our convalescent
is fast improving.

No, no, Maria.
Thank you.

A month is a long while to
remain inactive, young man.

A long while.

But I know who put you here.

I know.

And Mark my words,

someday,

somehow,

I'll see that he's punished.

Revenge can't ever get
me back what I've lost.

All I want is to paint.

Can you model a portrait in wax?

A valuable talent, my friend.

I could let you have
some toad potion.

Dip long needles
into the toad potion,

drive them into
the image of your enemy,

not forgetting to repeat
the curse of the horned god.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid I don't
believe in all that.

All the more reason why you
must visit me in the country,

when you are well enough.

A little demonstration?

Thank you for the visit.

Next time you come,

I hope you'll find me painting.

Good-bye, my friend.

Maestro, the king's
agents are here.

Ahh.

Gentlemen, if you're here for the
San Mauricio canvas, it's ready.

Maestro, our porters
are on their way.

I'd hoped count pignarelli

would honor me with a visit.

What have you done with him?

He preferred to wait in the patio.

Did he now?

Francesco, bring
the gentleman here.

Ah, my dear pignarelli.

Would you avoid me at
this critical moment?

I have a favor to ask of you.
Really?

Forgive me, this
painting is finished,

but I just noticed an
imperfection in one of the faces.

Would you mind sitting over here?

You would have me pose for you?

If you would do me that honor?

It will only take a moment.

Francesco, some wine
for the gentlemen.

And, Tristan, open the window.

I need plenty of light
in order to capture...

A certain expression.

Salud.

Salud te.

Oh, se�or conte, your
head a little further

to the left.

Perfect.

Just pfect.

Uh-huh.

And, so, a pignarelli
is captured for posterity.

Grazie Mille, se�or conte.

Maestro, I must confess.

I fail to recognize the conte's
likeness anywhere here.

Do you?

And I thought I'd captured

such an excellent likeness.

But surely you agree.

Take care.

Not too close.

It may bite you.

Ha ha ha.

Ha ha ha.

Jeronima, my dear.

You really shouldn't
have waited up for me.

Father, I wasn't tired.

Suppers with that
conceited fop pignarelli

are always interminable.

What a curious fellow he is.

Who was there?

Luis was there,

and strangely enough,

enjoying himself hugely.

The only thing they
appear to share in common

is their poor opinion
of that painter.

Did you know that maestro Greco

has been confined to his
bed this past month?

Ill?

Some sort of accident.

Couldn't make head nor tail of it,

but they say he's recovering.

For pignarelli,

the poor wretch would've
been better off dead.

Pignarelli's a hateful man.

Granted, my dear.

By no means a pleasant chap,

but he keeps his ears
and eyes open.

He happens to know

that maestro Greco
worships the devil.

He has a venomous tongue.

Yet I believe him.

He actually found evidence

hidden in the Greek's studio.

I don't believe it.

You'll believe it all right...

When the holy office arrests him.

Arrests him?

When?

The holy office chooses
its own time to strike.

Jeronima.

What are you doing?

Why did you do this?

That's black magic.

Did you do it?

Of course not.

Then pignarelli did it.

Pignarelli?

He means to tell the holy office.

But that's ridiculous.

Witchcraft can never
be called ridiculous.

You've been hurt.

Jeronima.

If by Trinity Sunday
you have not confessed

that such indeed was
the manner of your birth,

then you will attend
the act of faith

and there have your flesh
consumed by fire.

Eminence, your instructions
have been carried out.

Good.

Maestro Greco's paintings
must be closely examined

for any signs of
heretical influences.

Who is it?
Who's there?

The holy office.
Open the door!

What's your business
at this time of night?

Domenikos theotokopoulos,

the holy office is placing
you under arrest.

On what charge?

You'll find out in time.

Search the house!

Come.

Thank you.

Domenikos theotokopoulos...

The fact that you are Greek

does not excuse
ignorance of the law.

Any person countenancing
or practicing

witchcraft, necromancy, or sorcery

is a self-confessed
heretic.

Any man possessing or harboring

images, ointments,
potions, or powders

used in the diabolic
craft of black magic

is suspect of heresy.

Any man discovering,
finding, learning by heresy

or knowing of the
existence of such images,

instruments, trappings, or
paraphernalia of devil worship

is duty-bound
to make report

to the holy office.

Who accuses me of possessing
such paraphernalia?

The accusation specifies
image-making in wax

and the stabbing of such images

with nails and pins.

But who accuses me?

The informer's name, rank, or
station is denied the accused.

Nor may you confront him.

Then I demand you produce evidence

to substantiate this charge.

The holy office...

Is not required to exhibit proof

or reveal testimony.

I submit you don't
possess such evidence

because it does not exist!

And further,

I submit that the informer,

also a foreigner,

has maliciously invented this tale

in order to willfully
discomfort me.

Have you ever read any treatise

concerned with black
magic, sorcery,

or the casting of spells?

Certainly.

But not in favor of them.

In venice and in Rome,

many books, tracts, and
handbills are in circulation

condemning such rites.

Have you, at any time,

read a book favoring witchcraft

or the worship of Satan?

I'm an educated man.

My intelligence
rejects such writings.

Yes or no?

No.

Have you, at any time,

fashioned an image in wax

and stabbed that likeness

with nails or such like?

No.

You swear to that?

Yes.

In the church's name
and on the Bible?

Yes.

But would such an oath be
sworn in all sincerity?

Do you doubt my fear of god?

We are gathered here to
doubt your love of him.

Any man's oath may be counterfeit.

Then his very life would
be a deception and fraud.

Is yours,

maestro theotokopoulos?

Eminence,

my paintings are visual
interpretations

of my devotion to god.

If no man is permitted
to speak in my favor,

then I offer my work in his place.

Examine the paintings
I have recently passed

to the keeping of the church.

Find in them any deceit,

religious impropriety,

or heresy...

And I will bow to the verdict

of this tribunal.

Such can be my only defense.

We will give consideration
to your words,

domenikos theotokopoulos.

Meanwhile,

you will be lodged here with us

until our verdict is agreed upon.

Take him from us.

Father...

Help him.

I beg of you, help him.

Intervene with the holy office.

In the face of damning evidence?

Impossible.

The evidence can't exist.

My daughter, you don't know
what you're talking about.

He's arrested and already charged.

Then they will free him.

They must free him!

Jeronima, when the holy office
accuses a man of heresy,

they must have clear evidence.

They do not.
I swear, they do not!

Now you are ridiculous!

I will not tolerate this
arrogant display any longer!

Arrogant?

Yes, I am arrogant!

I love him.

Jeronima!

I love him, do you hear me?

I love him... love him!

Young lady, you are to marry Luis.

If he should hear of this...

Then tell him. Tell him!

Tell him I went
to the villena palace

in the middle of the night.

Tell him I was kissed...

And loved...

And embraced...

As Luis will never know
love from me.

Tell him.

You have given yourself
to that man?

Yes...

Willingly.

Ohh.

I love him, and I will marry him.

Never.

Domenikos.

They will only permit me
a few minutes with you.

I have made representations
to everybody,

done everything within my power.

Did you go to Madrid?

Why not?

The king is the only man

with power enough to help me.

Your San Mauricio was refused.

Refused?

Why?

A king doesn't
have to give reasons.

Domenikos,

you can't look to the
escorial for help.

I can't believe it.

Then what can I do?

Bow to authority.

Plead humbly for mercy.

Plead for mercy?

When my crime is innocence?

Felix!

That kind of humility

does not honor christianity,

it insults it!

Would you have me do that?

Would you?

Hurry, Maria.

Cowards.

I didn't come to your city

to burn at the stake.

There's no escaping
the holy office.

My master is taken.

We have the right
to protect ourselves.

Cowards.

Cowards, both of you.

The bolts of the inquisition
only move one way...

To close and never to open!

Yet you desert him.

Your duty is to help him.

How? Are you doing anything
to help him, milady?

Don't deceive yourself, my lady.

No one can help him now.

Maria and I have decided

to get out of this city now,

before it's too late.

I pray god

you've got the strength

to make your own decision.

Farewell.

Jeronima, my child,

why have you waited till now?

Mother, forgive me.

I will never again be late for god.

The mother superior

explained your need of me.

Yes, father.

Because only to you

can I truly unburden my heart.

My love for domenikos...

Was my life.

I gave him my heart and body

so willingly...

Eagerly.

He was mine, father.

Because there could be
no other way.

I could not be blind

to your love for one another.

I knew, understood, and dreaded

this step you were taking.

I prayed for both of you.

I cannot believe

domenikos could ever have
offended the church or god.

He came here as a stranger,

with strange beliefs,

but there was no evil in him.

Since I was little,

they taught me

to look at life their way.

Domenikos taught me another way

to look at the same things...

And they were more beautiful.

Was it wrong to love such a man?

Can god be offended
with the joy I know now?

Now...

That his child moves in me.

Domenikos showed me
another way, too.

Outside the rules
as I know them to be.

In a strange way,

his friendship for me
also made me stray.

Through his eyes,

I, too, gained a fresh view

of eternal truths.

I, too, trespassed
beyond the limitations

set upon me by the church.

Then...

If you understand, father...

Please,

help me to be truly penitent...

If such be the will of god.

We will pray together,

and as penitents,

we will beseech
his mercy, my child.

Rededicating our trust
in his guidance alone.

Lord Jesus,

look down upon us,

your children...

Is the portrait
a fair likeness of me?

Eminence, it is a
prodigious caricature.

Because my hand
is claw-like?

Maestro, you observed my claw,

and so you painted it.

Your portrait of me
is an honest one

because it tells the truth.

Draw that curtain.

But does that represent the truth?

Does it?

Domenikos theotokopoulos,

you plead that your work

faithfully reflects your devotion

to the holy Roman catholic faith,

and yet your expolio

presents two blatant improprieties.

Several heads and helmets
are above and higher

than the head of Christ.

The three Marys mourning
in the left foreground,

according to the gospels,

should not be present.

Eminence.

This canvas is required

for the vestry of sacristy.

The place where a priest

assumes the robe symbolic
of Christ on earth.

The robe, therefore,

is, and must be, the vital feature.

In that painting,

Christ's red garment dominates.

His body...

Full length, you'll notice,

is the tallest, largest figure.

But because the mob
must crowd about him,

yet not hide him from view,

there can be little
or no foreshortening.

If any man stood
on the same ground as Christ,

he would be shorter.

But I'm sure your eminence

does not require instruction

in the simple rules
governing perspective.

Would you change the composition?

No.

Would you paint out the three
women in the foreground?

No.

Your eminence,

religious art is visionary.

It is earthly man's interpretation

of the mystery of god's majesty.

My duty is not to depict reality,

but the meaning behind reality.

My picture's not
the remembered scene

of an eyewitness...

But rather the impact
of an imagined scene

upon my soul.

I paint pictures
to inspire worship.

If there's nothing to pray to...

Then a religious
painting has no merit.

I have prayed to that canvas.

I hope others will have
that opportunity.

The tribunal will
consider your words.

Submission is against my nature.

I reserve my humility for god,

not his inquisitors.

But the cardinal,
like any man of god,

is not without compassion.

Compassion?

Why should any man seek compassion

when he's winning his arguments?

Your explanations today

might have justified your actions,

but when the final verdict
is in the balance...

Felix.

You're a strange man of god.

You strive so bitterly
to change things in me

that cannot be changed.

Things that you...

Spain, Toledo...

And the holy faith

have inspired and formed.

Jeronima understands this.

Domenikos, I didn't
want to tell you.

Jeronima's ill.

Ill.

How ill?

Seriously ill.

The mother superior told me so.

Which mother superior?

At the convent of the visitation,

where jeronima's doing her penance.

Penance?

They've shut her away...

It was her own decision.

Well...

I must go to her.

I must help her!

My friend, my task has
always been to guide you

as best I can.

Listen this last time.

Place yourself in god's hands

and pray for understanding
and forgiveness.

Calmly suffer the judgment
of the holy office

as our lord Jesus once
suffered at other hands.

And, like him,

accept your fate

with and open and contrite heart.

I can offer you no further defense

of my paintings.

Nor can I refute
with more argument...

The charge of necromancy.

I accept...

Your conclusions...

And your verdict.

Domenikos theotokopoulos,

in respect of the charge

that you did fashion waxen images

with necromantic intent,

the tribunal of the holy office

returns a verdict of not guilty.

As grand inquisitor,

I acquit you of heresy

and heretical improprieties.

To speak of this experience

or to divulge details of your trial

is punishable by death.

Maestro,

your task is not
to concern yourself

with intellectual exploration

into the church's domain...

But to paint.

Paint well, maestro Greco.

And may god bless your endeavors.

Jeronima!

Jeronima!

You have no right
to invade the privacy

of this place.

I demand to speak to her.

That is not possible.

My son...

Jeronima de las cuevas is dead.

During the years that followed,

El Greco turned away

from the glitter
of the world he'd known

and sought inspiration
in strange places.

From his suffering,

the painter began to fashion
his greatest works,

which were to make
his name immortal.

Three persons...

I thought to help my old friend

recover from the tragedy
of jeronima's death

by going to the convent

in order to bring about
the first meeting

between El Greco and his son.

Aaahhhh!

Courage, Jorge Manuel.

There he is.

Is it really my father?

Yes, but he doesn't know it yet.

Why don't you tell him?

He lives now

with the ghosts
of pain and suffering.

But one day, with your help,

they will haunt him no longer.

In his loneliness,

he'll turn to you...

And discover the meaning
of life again.

Now,

go to him, Jorge Manuel.

Go to him.