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[haunting female vocals]

♪ ♪

[music swells]

♪ ♪

Ah.

Put it there,
over there...there

(man)
Enjoy your new palace,
my lord.

Thank you.

Down, down.

My precious little lists.

[kiss]

[percussive instrumental music]

♪ ♪

(man)
Your Excellence, the mayor!

The mayor!

The mayor?

Not for long.

♪ ♪

Stay here.

I face God alone.

[doors shut heavily]

Father Manuel.

I am here to do my duty,
like a good boy.

I must confess
before I take my oath

as new governor.

They should put cushions
in these boxes.

Opening one's beak
is torture enough.

Father Manuel?

(man)
Are you ready
for your confession?

My God, it must be cold.

I hardly recognize
your voice.

Can we begin, please?

Temper, temper.

May the Lord be in my heart
and upon my lips

so that I may blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah.

Amen.

Do it properly.

Isn't it the sins that matter

and not the rhetoric?

Again!

Oh, very well.

I wouldn't want

to mess things up
before my crowning.

May the Lord be

in my heart
and upon my lips,

so that I may confess
my sins freely in the name

of the Father, the Son,
and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Holy Father,
Who art in heaven...

Hallowed be Thy name.

Oh, to hell with this.

Do you want to hear my sins,
yes or no?

I know your sins
well enough,

Lord Francisco del Ruiz.

Or should I call you
Don Isaac

de Cordoba?

Is this supposed
to be amusing?

I just wanted to see

if you could still remember

how to do a proper
Christian confession.

How dare you talk
to me like this?

Who are you?

I am a voice
from the past.

I know who you are.

I know where you come from.

Mark my words:
you'll have to reckon with me

if you do not want
to lose it all.

[grunts]

Done.

Look at you:

short of breath
like some sickly old widow.

Did he recognize you?

I disguised my voice.

I'm not a fool.

The jury has yet
to reach its verdict.

Good.

He will not know
it was one of us ten.

As far as he's concerned,

the blackmailer could have been
anyone on the lists.

Keep pressuring him until he
bows in to our demands.

[festive music]

♪ ♪

[flame roars]

[people cheering]

(man)
Die,

bloodsucking heathens!

May your putrid souls
be forever damned

in a burning hell,

your decaying flesh
eaten up alive

by an army pestilential worms.

[laughing maniacally]

It's late.

Why doesn't Your Lordship
go home?

I can take over, sir.

[fire roars]

Rejoice!

Today we celebrate

the crowning
of our new governor,

Lord Francisco del Ruiz!

[cheers and applause]

(man #1)
Back to the tavern again,
Sheriff.

(man #2)
It's a beautiful night, milady,

don't you think?

[laughs lightly]

Go along.

Leave us.
Leave us.

Yes, my Lord Santa Fe.

What will people think?

Who would be mad enough

to wander here
at this hour?

Come here and kiss me.

If kissing is all
Your Lordship wants,

then he should go back
to his wife.

My Lord,
this is my Sunday best.

Huh!

I'll buy you 10...
20 dresses like this.

Come to mama.

What the hell?

(man)
My apologies

for interrupting,
my lord.

Are you, perchance,

Duke José de Santa Fe?

[screaming]

Shhh.

Why are you still here,
Ruy?

It's late.

Go home to your wife
and children.

Ahh!

[woman screaming]

(man)
Get out of the way!

[men shouting]

(man #1)
Hey!

(man #2)
Out of the way!

What happened?

The night watchman
stumbled on them.

The bodies
were not going anywhere,

so I thought it better
not to disturb

you and your wife
at this hour.

(Ruy)
The letter "D."

Whoever did this surely wanted
to leave his mark.

We also found
their guards, sir.

They had guards?

We think there were
four of them.

It's hard
to be sure.

They were
badly butchered.

Who is he?

It's the Duke
of Santa Fe, sir.

I knew one
of his guards.

[sighs]

Has anyone told
the duchess?

Under the circumstances--

the woman here--
I didn't know if we should.

Don't touch anything
until I come back.

[rooster crows]

(woman)
Duchess Santa Fe,
the sheriff is here to see you.

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

You'd better have
a good explanation,

or I will complain
to the governor.

I...

You have been
drinking again.

He was lying here,
in a pool of blood.

I swear on my honor.

Where is he?

Next time,
swear on something of worth.

[men shouting]

[swords clanking]

The place was cleaner
than the governor's china.

I looked like
the village idiot.

What did you do
with the bodies?

What body?

Your Eminence,
High Inquisitor,

What can the Law
do for you?

We heard about your conversation
with the duchess.

Seems that you have

quite a prolific imagination.

The Inquisition has no
jurisdiction over this matter.

There is no matter...

other than the amount of time
that you spent in the tavern.

Not the place
for an officer of the law.

Doesn't enhance your ability
to see things clearly.

Donoso.

So I had never seen
anything like that.

(boy)
Tell us more.

Ruy, please.

Don't scare the children.

(girl)
We want to know.

Father, please.

(Ruy)
All right.

So--

(woman)
Anything to eat, my lady?

Soup.

And stop addressing me

as "my lady. "

Nice to see
you, Ruy.

I was starting to forget

what you looked like.

I was working
until very late.

It's become a habit
with you

to be working
till very late.

And what was

that ruckus?

Time for bed.

(Ruy)
You should go.

(woman)
Good night, my angels.

We found the bodies
of a nobleman, his mistress,

and his guards:
a bloodbath.

And when I came back
with the widow,

it was like nothing ever
happened.

(woman #1)
Maybe you were not in a state
to know what was real.

(woman #2)
You say there was a mistress.

Perhaps they were covering
everything up

to avoid a scandal.

Who was the alleged victim?

The Duke of Santa Fe.

What's wrong?

Um...nothing.

I have no appetite.

Help me to my room.

[bells ringing]

(man #1)
Out of the way!

(man #2)
Stop in the name of God!

[men shouting]

Heretics.

[low murmuring]

Eminence.

[woman whispering]
This is a sacred place!

[heavy thumping]

The governor!

Ahh!

That's a fine conveyance.

Benefit of the new post?

(del Ruiz)
Indeed.

And how are your crop
of heretics this year?

I expect a good harvest.

(man)
Today we remember

the sufferings of our Savior.

Why was He crucified?

Who sent Him without mercy

to the cruelest of deaths?

(del Ruiz)
Countess Jaramillo,

it is always a pleasure

to see our most
gorgeous citizen.

Duchess Santa Fe,
my dear.

How is my good friend
the duke?

I hope he is not indisposed.

Oh, no; not at all.

He is in perfect health

and sends you
his warmest regards.

She surely wouldn't be smiling
if something had happened.

(man)
As I was saying,
who sent our Lord

to the cruelest of deaths?

The Jews!

Where are you going?

The sermon isn't over.

It's the same story
every Sunday.

(man)
The coming of the
kingdom of heaven!

Stopping heresy

is the responsibility
of the entire...

[whispering]
Good morning,

Countess Jaramillo.

My lady,

may we talk in private?

We are in the house
of God.

Speak freely.

Why isn't your husband
with you?

He's a busy man.

First time he has missed
Sunday mass.

I hope all is well
with him.

He's fine.

He's on a trip.

He left to oversee
his estates.

When was the last time
you saw him?

This morning.

We had breakfast
before he departed.

(Ruy)
Did he seem anxious?

For heaven's sake.

My husband is a pillar
of our community.

(man)
I would like to continue,

if our honorable sheriff
has no objection.

Do not ever forget...

Send in the the boy.

Hurry.

Has the letter " D"
any special meaning to you?

It's the fourth letter
in the alphabet.

(Ruy)
Nothing else?

Nothing.

Why are you lying to me?

How dare you?

I told you, he is on a trip,
inspecting his mines,

his lands.

" My love,
I arrived safely.

I miss you. "

Ha!

[murmuring]

[crows squawking]

Ruy, my wife
will kill me.

Third time this week,
someone threw up on my clothes,

fourth you stay
past closing time, all right?

Yeah.

All right, guv'ner.

[thunder rolling]

The inquisitor's garden.

[whistling]

[metallic clatter]

The letter "E. "

Count Jaramillo.

[knocking on door]
Donoso, open up!

Donoso!

I need to speak
to Donoso.

He's not here.

He hasn't come home,
my lord.

(woman)
Countess Jaramillo does not
receive anyone at this hour.

Leave, or I will call
the guards.

(Countess Jaramillo)
That won't be necessary.

This is too much,
Ruy.

What about the necklace?

Did I imagine it?

Anyone could have stolen
that necklace

to pretend he was dead,
even you.

I saw him.

You're obviously mistaken.

You think I would not
recognize

the man who stole you
away from me?

Prove me wrong.

He's engaged on business,

overseeing his merchandise.

Carmen, your husband
is dead.

[door opens]

(man)
Stop!

You cannot go in there!

(Ruy)
Stay away!

[gasping]

I'm sorry.

I tried to--

I don't know what
you're trying to achieve, but--

[heavy thumping]

What a pleasant surprise.

Your duty is to assure
the purity of our faith.

Mine is--

You are here to discuss
the separation

between church and state.

Interesting concept.

Come another day,
and we will discuss it in depth.

Two prominent nobles
have been murdered.

And do you have any proof that
those murders have occurred?

And don't tell me
that you saw the bodies.

That taking of strong drink
is a sin.

It alters perception.

My officers
saw the first victims.

And would you be willing
to stake your life

on their testimony?

Cat got your tongue?

You have spoken to them.

I have no reason to speak
to your men.

We were all in church

when the duchess read out
the letter from her husband.

You know as well as I do that
anyone could have written it.

Oh, I see.

So you imagine

some elaborate conspiracy;

the workings of a nameless
cabal, no doubt.

Beautiful.

Beautiful indeed.

It belonged
to Count Jaramillo.

It's still covered
in his blood.

I'm sure the Count

will reappear
any day now

and put an end
to your fantasy.

My son, we are very busy
doing God's work,

researching the purity

of all our great families.

If you wish to steal

my precious time again,
be certain that the subject

is worthy of my attention.

You are concealing
a serious crime.

You'll have to explain
yourself for--

What?

You dare threaten me?

Perhaps you've been gone
for so long

that you've forgotten
how things work.

Guards!

Give me back the necklace.

God go with you,
my son.

[bells tinkling]

My child.

I have another errand.

Count Jaramillo.

[Ruy grunting]

Donoso!

Come here.

Where were you last night?

Someone killed
Count Jaramillo.

[shouting]
Where were you?

Here comes Count Jaramillo!

(Ruy)
Ya!

Get him!
Get him!

[horse whinnies]

[horse whinnies]

[man whistles]

Ruy, people are talking.

They're saying all sorts of
things about your behavior.

I just don't want it to reach
our children.

I'm just doing my job.

You cannot dismiss what others
think.

Oh, I wish you would've stayed
in Antwerp.

Why are you obsessing
over this?

I was given a great opportunity.

Sheriff of my home town.

And I have become a joke.

What are you talking about?

People look me in the eye and
lie without fear.

My men follow someone else's
orders.

These are difficult times.

People just want to protect
themselves.

If there is no law,
there is no order.

If I fail,
everything falls apart.

Ruy, no one expects
so much of you.

Exactly.

Isabel,

if I were murdered--

Don't talk like that.

Could you continue with your
life as if nothing had happened?

If you or the children
were gone,

nothing would matter
to me anymore.

Why are the widows
not crying for justice?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[door creaking]

Have you been here
all night, sir?

If I may ask,

what is my lordship doing?

Searching.

Everyone is pretending
nothing happened,

even the widows.

You surely cannot believe
they're involved.

They're ladies.

What books are these,
my lord?

Treaties on the lineage
of the noble families of Spain.

Since when has my lordship
become interested

in the subject?

Friar Anselmo is interested
in the murders.

The Inquisition is obsessed

with the origin
of every family.

I needed a place to start.

♪ ♪

They're not dated.

What are we talking about, my
lord?

The paintings. And they all seem
to be in the same style

Which is strange, since some of
the people must be dead for over
a century.

[laughter]

Rich or poor, we all love our
children.

It is the most powerful force of
nature.

The sheriff is here.

Countess Jaramillo,
I need you to explain

certain irregularities.

These are treaties on the
lineage of all Spanish nobility.

I searched the Santa Fe family.

Their name
doesn't appear once.

Strange for such a prominent
family, don't you think?

(Countess Jaramillo)
It's not my business.

You should ask them.

Then I searched

your and your husband's name,

both supposedly linked
to the royal family.

What do you mean
by "supposedly"?

Not a thing.

Our origin is impeccable.

500 years of noble blood.

Just look
at all these portraits.

Yes, I was just
discussing them

with my assistant.

Such vibrant colors.

They don't seem to have been
affected by time.

We had an artist replicate
the originals.

Why change the old ones
for new?

I can just imagine

how unforgettable
the originals must be.

May I see them?

(Countess Jaramillo)
They are in my husband's palace
in Madrid.

How do you explain
your absence from these books?

The day you intend to do
a serious search,

please consult reputable books,

not these libels.

These are the most recognized
on the subject matter.

(Donoso)
If I may intercede, sir,

I do have to agree
with the countess.

The quest for an honorable
lineage has become

a lucrative business.

I will have to take you

to a Benedictine monk,
a friend of mine,

who has manuscripts
of true worth.

Here they are. The
Magnum Treaty on
Genealogy.

Even Friar Anselmo uses it for
his work.

Which names
are you looking for?

Santa Fe
and Jaramillo.

Here it is.

" Duke José de Santa Fe.

Count of Siguenza."

(Ruy)
I know his titles.

What's his ancestry?

(man)
An illustrious name.

Son of Duke Roberto
de Santa Fe

and Lady Infanta de Alba.

Grandson of Don José
de Santa Fe and--

Impossible.

I couldn't find a thing.

Show me the count
and countess.

"Count Raul de Jaramillo,

"son of Pablo de Jaramillo

"and Duchess Sofia Henares,

first cousin
to the king. "

All right.
All right.

Should I continue?

I see you are with your
old demons.

I thought
I had found something.

But it was taken
right out of my hands.

Sleep.

A tired soul
never finds its way.

Mother, I was born here,

yet I feel like
a total stranger.

When you left,

you were barely a man.

You've come back
with a beautiful wife,

children;

now the town's sheriff.

Of course many resent you.

I feel there is
a secret language

that I simply cannot decipher.

My son.

If I ask you

for an account
of our family history...

I've told you
your lineage

a hundred times.

De Mendoza of Tovar,
dukes of Cádiz.

All right.

All right.

I know it by heart.

Then why ask?

We come
from low noble birth,

yet we know every detail
of our past.

The Jaramillos
and the Santa Fes,

both of high renown,

were not included in many books
on the subject.

Why are you searching for things
that are none of your business?

Every aspect of this affair
is my business.

Then search in books
of worth.

Go to the Benedictine friars.

That's what Donoso said.

And?

As if we had
two versions of history.

How can both of you
be so sure

that those are
the accurate books

and not the others?

It's obvious
that your deputy and I

are seriously interested
in our past.

You should learn from him.

There we go again:
the secret language.

Suddenly everyone
is an expert

in genealogy.

Our origin is everything.

He's discovered books
that should not even exist.

Books that could destroy
our plans,

books that could fall
into dangerous hands,

like that disgusting,
zealous little priest.

And what do you propose
we do?

Do you forget the world
in which we live?

We may use the lists
to protect ourselves.

But they could just as easily
be used against us,

and with terrible consequences.

You will do as I say.

♪♪

♪♪

[glass shatters]

[fire crackling]

[flames crackling]

What are you doing,
my lord?

The books!
The books!

[coughing]

(men)
Fire! Fire!

[coughing]

Thank you.

Where are you going,
my lord?

To see the governor.

[men and women laughing]

(del Ruiz)
A swine.

A donkey.

[imitates braying]

[laughter]

A frog.

A cat!

[laughter]

That's a nice cat.

Ah, my son.

What can we do for you?

My lord.

You look
absolutely dreadful.

Where have you been?

Ah, here we are;
here we are.

[clapping]
Come on, come on,
come on, boys.

Ah, yes: duck á l'orange.

Yes, and quail;
very good.

Come on, let me see
the other--

Let me see the other.

Let me see, boy.
Let me see.

Oh, yes, sea bass.

Yes, langoustine and lobster.

Monica--
get off!

Monica, I mean,

you are being very conservative
today, aren't you?

(Monica)
Tell the chef that you
disapprove of his selection.

No, no, no;
it doesn't matter.

My lord--
Sit, sit, sit.

Prepare a place
for our honorable sheriff.

(Ruy)
Thank you, my lord,

but I've eaten.

Sit. Good.
Sit, sit, sit.

Come on.

What are you
waiting for?

Give him a taste
of everything.

[laughter]

A cow.

[laughter]

My lord.

(del Ruiz)
You'll have to speak louder!

I'm a little hard

of hearing.

My lord, something is--

Have you tried the duck?

Quack, quack,
quack, quack.

I mean, it's not bad

for a boring recipe.

Delicious.

And the truffles.

Like angel food.

Ahh!

Like angel food.

Oh, I love your sense
of humor.

You must come more often.

The court can be so boring.

[laughter]

My lord, something terrible
is happening.

Is it...

unpleasant?

I'm afraid so.

Tragic?

Bloody?

Yes, my lord.

Oh, then spare me.

I dislike hearing
unpleasant news

while I'm eating.

Eternal death.

(man)
Oh!

Isn't he the grandest?

But Your Excellency--

But I'm trying to eat.

But I'm being blocked by--

Look, I appointed you
sheriff.

Do your job,

and leave me in peace.

The sheriff
has finished his meal.

Out, out; take him out.

A Jew.

No, no, no.

No, no, I don't like that.

A fornicating monkey.

[laughter]

And now fornicate
with Lord Tomas.

[uproarious laughter]

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

No, no!

Open up!

[pounding]
Open the door!

Open!
Please!

[cries out]

[birds chirping]

[bells ringing]

Coward!

(man)
View this a warning,

an example to all ye
who remain

unfaithful to Christ.

Heretic!

[man grunting]

[gagging]

[man sputtering]

(man)
Every Sunday, we remember
sufferings of our Savior.

Why was He crucified?

Who sent him
without mercy

to the cruelest of deaths?

[whispering]

(man)
As I was saying...

Who sent our Lord

to the cruelest
of deaths?

The Jews!

Followers of a false faith

who are willing
to sacrifice everyone

and everything
in order to prevent

the coming of the kingdom
of heaven!

[whispering]

[door slams]

We have barely spoken
since you came back.

Now this attention.

I feel flattered.

Ana de Toledo,

1510 to 1529.

So young.

What do you think
killed her?

Unrequited love?

She was a prostitute,
and she was murdered

by her customer,
the then mayor.

My explanation
is more romantic.

You only see the rational side
of things.

Shameful, isn't it?

What has happened
to you?

You used to be so creative,
seductive.

Someone brought me
down to earth.

Do you know anyone
whose name starts

with the letters
"D" and "E"?

Desdemona,
Deborah,

Deus.

She seems to be yearning
for something.

Imagine despair creeping in,

it slowly devouring
your will, your soul.

Afraid this
could happen to you,

being madly in love
without reciprocity?

I'm happily married;
thank you.

Ironic, isn't it?

The worst loneliness
is being with someone

yet feeling
completely alone.

The letters "D"

or "E. "

Defeat.

Desire.

Demon.

You seem to be playing
children's games.

I used to like them too.

Remember?

Just what game
are we involved in?

They say this statue
performs miracles.

It can make your fantasies
come true.

What is your
most secret fantasy?

Getting a straight answer.

Such a waste of a miracle.

I have means
to make people talk.

You have definitely
lost your touch.

My fantasy is more involved.

You wish to know?

I long ago stopped caring.

[softly]
We are in a sacred place.

Lying is a sin.

And we are at war

The destiny of our souls is at
stake.

[whispering]

There may have been an attempt
on the governor's life.

You can't go in sheriff. He is
not well!

You may go. You may go. Yes.

I'm sorry. I told them not to
come in.

It does not matter. You may
leave.

Yes, my lord.

You are concerned about my
health. How kind.

It's nothing to worry about. It
was just an accident.

An accident?

Yes. I was wounded by a couple
of my guards on my way to church.

They were testing out new
weapons, but recoil took them by
surprise.

This is a serious matter. I ask
you permission to talk to your
guards.

Ahh! Just in time. I was
beginning to get depressed.

I want you to be a sheep. A
sheep!

Maa! Maa!
A bit higher.

Maa! Maa!

Your excellency, please.

Oh, very well. You may talk to
them. And then not another word.
Is that clear?

Yes, my lord.

You may go.

Go, go, go. See the sheriff off.
Go on, bite him. Go on, see him
off!

That's enough.

No one bothered to clean up this
time. They even left the bullets

You wanted to speak with us?

Yes, the bullet went over this
wall?

Yes.

You consider yourself a
marksman?

We practice continually.

Show me.

[gunshot]

Let me try.

[gunshot]

You must keep your feet planted.

Do you need anything else?

I would like to talk to the
guards who were protecting the
governor.

What are you looking for?

The bullet the guard just shot.
There it is.

How do we know this bullet is
the one he just shot and not one
from the other day?

This is the one I shot. This is
the one I just found. Identical.

These are the ones I found
earlier, next to the bloodstains.

Not the same size.

You think it wasn't an accident?

The guards were sent with the
gold envoy to the capitol.

Great portrait, isn't it?

My appearance. Handsome couple,
don't you think?

I see your health is improving.

Yes, yes, yes. As I told you, it
was just a foolish accident.

Some things indicate otherwise.

Oh, come come come. I mean, why
would anyone want to harm me?

I'm convinced it was a
conspiracy. What your guard said
made no sense,

And the bullets they used are
not like those at the crime
scene.

Then your bodyguards disappeared
before I could talk to them.

My dear boy,you're beginning to
tire me. I mean, you're worse
than my jester.

These are my best men. I sent
them with the gold envoy like I
do every month.

If they are your best men, why
part from them now?

Well why not?

(Ruy)
Because someone has
killed
the Duke of Santa Fe

and the Count of Jaramillo.

For heaven's sake.

Well, jump, juggle.

Do something!

Anything!

They were butchered
like dogs.

They carved gruesome letters
on their chests.

Shh! Shh-shh!

Why have I not
been informed of this?

I was trying to tell you
the other day.

It's scandalous.

Why have the widows
not come to me?

I think they are afraid.

Afraid?

Citizens of such prominence
should have nothing to fear.

That's why I brought you
all the way

from that godforsaken city,
someone with an objective eye.

So clean up this mess,
or face the consequences.

I am being stopped
by a wall of silence.

The widows pretend
nothing has happened.

Even Friar Anselmo is--

Friar Anselmo!

[sighs]

[clapping]

Take me to my bed.

Four are dead already,

and two of them
were part of us.

We cannot afford
to wait any longer.

And that
bothersome sheriff

is asking very annoying
questions.

(man)
And what if, one day,
that good-for-nothing sheriff

finds the list?

Then what?

He could figure it all out.

The secret
could be exposed.

It could destroy everyone.

If you will do nothing
about it,

then we will have to.

Just what would you do?

Would you be willing to stain
your princely little hands?

None of you--

None of you have the courage
to see this business through.

So much at stake,

and yet you tremble
like chickens before a fox.

(man)
What do we do

about the others
on the list?

They're terrified.

Who knows what they'll do
to protect themselves.

Wouldn't it be better to alert
them of what's truly going on?

What do you care
whether others live or die?

You want to share the spoils?

No one outside
this room knows

who the bloodshed
is directed at.

They only know
what I tell them.

In their eyes, I am completely
baffled by events.

They only know that everything
is related to the lists,

which puts the fear
of God into them.

It makes those stupid villagers
our unsuspecting allies.

It makes them help us
clean up the mess

and keeps them silent.

[woman screams]

[woman screams]

[woman screaming]

[loud thud]

[footsteps]

[gunshot]

[swords clanking]

[swords clanking]

[groans]

[sighs]

Duchess Santa Fe.

The letter "R."

Where is it?
Where is it?

Damn! It isn't here.

Come on.

Get them
out of here.

Get these bodies
out of here now.

Clean up all the blood.

Everything!

[swords clanking]

You called for me,

my lord?

Yes.

Lovely morning,
don't you think?

Beautiful.

Sit.

Why do you ask,
sir?

Why shouldn't I?

You didn't wake up
in the middle of the night,

did you?

Why would I?

If you have
a clear conscience,

you sleep like a child.

Isn't that so?

How many years
have you been working for me?

Three.

How many times have you
saved my life?

Two, three?

It is an honor to--

[shouting]
How many?

At least four.

Well, I'm going to grant you
an opportunity

to save your own life.

I believe you were looking
for this.

I-I-I don't know

what that is.

I saw you searching
the bodies.

I heard you giving
the orders.

I have other means
to make you talk.

Please,

don't ask any more...

for my sake,

for our sake.

Maybe these names

will refresh your memory.

" Francisco Orosol.

Levi ben Toroba."

Where are you going?

Are you ready to talk?

Sancho, Javier!

Arrest him.

Arrest him!

For God's sake, surrender!

[glass shattering]

No!

(woman)
No!

No!

Please don't!

No!

[woman crying]

I'm not hungry.

Get my room ready.

Ruy,

life must go on.

How dark must a secret be
for a man to kill himself

rather than speak?

It means he fears something
more than death.

What can someone fear

more than death?

[scoffs]

So many things.

Are these worth dying for?

Have you seen these before?

People don't die like this
for nothing.

There are some mysteries
that should not be uncovered.

My duty is to find the truth.

Your duty

is to protect your family.

You too.

Tell me what you know.

Stop searching.

The devil may appear
in your path.

It's too late.

The devil has already
awakened in me.

Not even Friar Anselmo
can stop me now.

Stop blaming Friar Anselmo.

Then who should I blame?

Please help me.

My dear child,

if I knew anything,

I would tell you.

Then why the riddles?

I'm old.

I've seen a lot of evil
in my days.

Can you forgive me?

(Isabel)
What was that all about?

I was trying to figure out,

what could someone fear
more than death?

Obvious:

death and pain
to their family.

[knocking on door]

What are you doing here?

You are not welcome.

Your manners.

Ask him in.

Graciela, our duty
is to find the truth.

If he had told me everything,
nothing would have happened.

My God.

You cannot be that simple.

Please forgive her.

She's understandably upset.

Of course.

Would you like
to join us?

We were eating.

One thing I miss
from my childhood is good ham.

Do you mind if I eat some?

Please do.

What can I do for you?

What was your son afraid of?

I don't understand.

Has the Inquisition
anything against you?

Absolutely not.

Against him?
Of course not.

He was the perfect Christian.

Well, he obviously
had something to hide.

I have nothing to tell you.

Just like your son,

taking your secret

to the grave.

I'm surprised;
you're threatening me.

No; I just would like to know
what could be worse than death.

Many things.

That's what my mother said.

But I think my wife
was right.

The only thing
worse than death

is death and pain
to your family.

I'm convinced

he killed himself
to protect you.

You told me the thing you miss
the most from your childhood

was the ham.

No.

Don't.

I've understood.

Are you going
to denounce us?

You have two days
to leave the province.

Thank you, Don Ruy.

What sins have you committed?

I granted pardon
to a family of heretics.

What are you talking about?

What is my true duty,

to be a sheriff
or a Christian?

Both are the same duty.

It isn't as clear to me.

As sheriff, I must protect
law-abiding citizens

and punish criminals.

As a Christian,

you must denounce those
who break the laws of our faith.

Even if they haven't
committed a crime?

Heresy is a crime
before God,

before the church,
and before society.

What if these heretics
go to church, pay their alms,

contribute
to our community,

the only crime being
their roots?

Who are you talking about?

You must tell me
if you have discovered

a nest of heathens.

What are we supposed
to do with them?

Be ruthless!

Heresy tarnishes everything.

Tell me their names!

It is your duty.

Good night, Father.

Why aren't you sleeping?

I discovered why Donoso
was afraid to talk.

[sighs]
You don't trust me.

Him and his family
are of Jewish blood.

How do you know?

Donoso's father

prepared a ham dish.

He ate everything
but the ham.

You know Jewish people's
regulation against eating pork.

Did you talk to the priest?

What did he tell you?

That a murderer of heretics

would be rewarded in heaven.

He's right.

Heresy is the worst
of sins.

Worse than murder?

Without a doubt.

My duty is to society,
not to the Church.

How can you separate one
from the other?

Let's sleep.

We'll talk tomorrow
to the priest.

It will clear
your heart and soul.

You sleep.

I'll take a walk.

How can I cheer you up?

Have a drink with me.

Oh, no; my wife
doesn't like--

What the hell?

That's tough,
losing your friend like that.

Who would have
ever guessed?

You think
I am a good sheriff?

You remember
when we were children?

You were accused of stealing
a gold coin.

They belted you,
yet you didn't squeal.

You took the punishment
to protect me.

To my best friend,

the best sheriff
the village has ever had,

and my best customer.

No.

Friendship is more healing
than wine.

Count of Vallegos

and Salvatierra.

What do you want,
Count Vallegos?

It is not me.

It's the name of the owner
of the necklace.

If I were here
to kill you,

I would have done it
when you were not looking,

or the other night,

when I left you that
nice reminder on your neck.

[gun uncocks]

Why haven't you killed me?

No one has ordered me to.

Who ordered you
to kill the others?

Why don't we chat
more comfortably?

[snaps]

[glasses clinking]

Wine?

Is Friar Anselmo behind this?

We can't talk
with our throats dry.

Have some brandy.

I don't
drink with murderers.

I see.

You drink with counts,

dukes, priests,
and other nefarious types

yet will not drink
with a humble, hard-working

Hungarian mercenary.

At least sit down.

Spare me a neck ache.

Your stubborn research
has stepped on too many toes.

The other night,

I hoped to leave you
a lasting impression

that would stop you,

but nothing seems
to be enough.

If I were in your shoes,

I would desist.

I could have you arrested
and tortured.

Yes.

But first,
you would have to catch me.

Second, I would die
before saying a word--

not to protect anyone,

but because if I would talk,
I would be killed anyway,

and by far more brutal means
than you could dream of.

And last but not least,

it still wouldn't do
any good.

I am just a mercenary,
hired job by job.

Whoever is behind this would
simply hire someone else.

Delicious.

Why the cruelty?

We all have our unique way
of expressing ourselves.

Some paint.

Some compose.

Others...

It was indeed a pleasure.

What do the letters mean?

I would love to take credit
for that great detail

but must admit,

I was simply ordered
to do as told.

Before I forget:

You have annoyed
too many people.

You should check
on your family.

[snaps]

Isabel?

(woman)
Sheriff!

Sheriff!

May the devil destroy you

and your family!

You can pick up the money
this afternoon.

What money?

Half of the estate
of these heretics.

It's your reward
for denouncing them.

I did not denounce anyone.

If more families
were like yours,

we would soon be rid

of every hidden criminal.

What will happen
to them?

That's Friar Anselmo's
business.

Your soul is free of sin.

I did my duty

in the name
of the entire family.

[fire roaring]

[crying]

This is just a taste.

[hissing noise]

[screaming]

[crying]

Where is it?

Perhaps this would be more
convincing.

[screaming]

[scuffling]

(Ruy)
Release them!

How dare you interrupt
the sacred business

of the Inquisition?

(Ruy)
Let me go!

[screaming]

(Ruy)
No!

[screaming]

[bones crack]

You murdered her!

Please escort our dear sheriff

from the chamber.

Will you walk out with him,
Father?

Let's see if you'll be

a little more willing to let
me know where the list is.

[door slams]

(woman)
Please, Sheriff--no;
you cannot go in.

Sheriff, please.

We need to talk.

You don't need to leave.

Weren't you here to talk?

So talk.

Do you recognize any name?

No.

You're lying.

I know it has something
to do with your husband's death

and with the--

Is that why
you're really here?

It was very difficult

for me when you went away
to Salamanca.

(Ruy)
Carmen, people are dying
over this.

(Carmen)
You broke my heart.

I broke?

You were engaged
a week after I was sent away.

Why are we talking
about this?

You didn't even
say good-bye.

Such a passionate romance,

and not one word.

You broke our engagement,

wouldn't return
my letters.

Stop playing stupid games.

What happened to you?

Nothing.

What do you think
you're doing?

Shh.

Be still.

What's in this list?

You spy on me when I bathe
in the forest.

You storm into my house,
my bedroom.

Tell me.

You spend years

looking at me
with longing and desire.

Yet when I finally
open myself to you,

you push me away.

All those years

of forbidden desire,
of yearning stares--

were they a lie?

Why are you toying
with my heart?

No! Enough!

Don't do it!

[screams]

Please don't!

[crying]

What's this key for?

You know
where I found this one?

On the duchess' body.

Could it have anything
to do with her death?

What do these keys open?

"Thou shall leave
the city

"that saw you be born
and never look back,

"lest thou wish
to be consumed by the fire

"of the gentile enemy.

" But thou shalt

"keep the key to your home
so you may return,

"should the Messiah
come among us

and restore the faith."

What is this?

That is just a meaningless
saying my father used to say.

Why would it read,

"Should the Messiah come, "
and not,

"Should He come again"?

This key doesn't open

any door in this palace
or the entire province.

Why would I keep
such a key?

As a keepsake
of a beautiful house

you were forced
to abandon

to avoid being consumed by
the fire of the gentile enemy.

What are you
talking about?

I know now why you're hiding
your husband's death,

why you fear Friar Anselmo.

The priest told me,

a murderer of heretics
would be rewarded in heaven.

If I were you, I would do
exactly what you're doing.

You have gone mad.

What city
are you from?

What synagogue
did your family attend?

What do you want
from me,

money, my palace?

Just the truth!

You're calling me
a heretic.

You're pushing me
into the jaws of hell.

I don't care

if you change your sheets
on Fridays,

if you don't eat flesh
with milk!

I just want to know
who is behind the murders.

Get out now.

I will find out
the truth.

[door slams]

(Anselmo)
Does he have the list?

Damn it.

Does he have it or not?

Nothing.

"Jewish heritage
in the Spanish kingdom."

" Eliesef."

" Prominent Jewish family from
the kingdom of Aragon."

[loud thud]

"Advisors to King Fernando. "

[loud shifting noise]

Friar Gonzalez?

[flames crackling]

[man shouting]

(man)
Let's get out of here.

[fire roaring]

[glass shattering]

[coughing]

[wheezing]

Why?

Why did I save you?

Because someone
ordered me to.

My employer
wants to see you.

I will not speak
to Friar Anselmo.

You really think
we've become friends?

Close, but not quite.

Come on.

We don't have all night.

I thought Friar Anslemo

was behind the murders.

Him?

Such an elaborate plan?

Preposterous.

Lots of people are dying
over this list.

What's in it?

It has information
that could make you

the most powerful man
in the empire.

All I know is that
it contains the names

of Spanish Jewish families.

Checkmate.

I've seen these books.

You remember
your friend Donoso?

Look for his origin
in both books.

Jewish families are excluded
from books on noble lineage.

" Donoso Cabral,
son of Ramiro de Carraras."

"And lady Francisca
del Piero."

Now read the other one.

Nothing.

In 1492,
our blessed monarchs decreed

that all Jews be banished
from the empire.

Jews were given three months
to convert or leave.

Two years later,
those who had converted

were forbidden to hold
any influential positions

under penalty of death.

So what could Jews do
to stay alive,

to keep all they
had worked for?

Only one way:

by hiding their origin.

It was then that hundreds
of books were commissioned

with a new history of prominent
Jewish families.

Thus, there were two versions
of history.

This book relates
the true history,

and this one--

Well, shall we say,
it is the creation

of inventive minds.

And your name,
Your Excellency?

Is it in one of those books?

Oh, yes.

Hmm.
Look for Friar Anselmo.

Why do you think that he's such
a brutal persecutor of heretics?

To save his skin,
of course,

to hide his own Jewish blood--

just like Torquemada,
who created the Inquisition.

Despicable indeed.

Give me your list.

Come on.

Now follow me.

A group of influential people
offered King Fernando

a substantial ransom,

the largest ever offered
for a king.

The money was good, but he had
other reasons as well.

You see,
the king himself

had Jewish blood.

He had a little bit
of heart left

for his own kind.

On this list, every family
wrote their Jewish name.

This one: the king himself
gave them each a new name,

a Christian name,
thus giving us new life.

When the king died,

there was a witch hunt.

Hundreds were burned
at the stake,

including my parents.

Their only crime:
having Jewish blood.

Those of us who survived

looked for refuge
from all the madness.

Come here, Sheriff.

Help me spread these out.

Small provincial city,

far removed from the eye
of God:

the perfect hiding place.

And why not emigrate
together?

What could be safer than
to live among one's own kind?

My dear sheriff,
when you attend mass,

nearly everyone
is on these lists,

except that zealot
little priest.

And why deploy the persecution
among yourselves?

[sighs]

When you reach the top,
others want a piece of the cake.

And they can bring you down

simply by denouncing
your origin.

These were once
the lists of life.

Now they are the scrolls
of blackmail

and death.

I have been appointed governor,

a very powerful
and profitable position.

If the truth were known
about my origin,

I would not only
lose my wealth;

just like my parents
before me,

I would be burnt
at the stake.

Who's blackmailing you?

Could be anyone
on the list.

Why not give them
what they want?

My parents complied

with all that was asked
of them.

I've been complying
since I was a child.

Enough is enough.

After this one,
it'll be another and another.

I will not be a slave.

So you're murdering the people
on the list one by one.

When you play chess,
you cannot hesitate

to take their bishops,
towers, their king.

Why is everybody keeping me
from the truth?

Because a serious
investigation

would reveal the truth
about everybody.

We'd all be damned.

If my investigation
is so dangerous,

why haven't you killed me?

Look...

for your family's name.

De Mendoza.

Now look for your Jewish
family name.

" De Cordoba."

Now look for mine.

" De Cordoba."

Come with me.

This is your mother,

my sister.

My dear Ruy,

you are my only heir.

That is why
I made you sheriff.

What better ally than family?

You do the right thing,
and then one day,

all of this will be yours.

Friar Anselmo knows who you are
and that you have the list.

He will not stop
until he has destroyed you

and your children,
our entire family.

You must finish
what I have started.

So you expect me
to kill everyone on the list?

If you want your children
to survive, yes.

This is madness.

I would have to
answer to someone.

Yes, to the highest authority
in the province, me.

My dear boy, I wanted to tell
you this when you were a child,

but your stubborn mother
had other ideas.

You didn't know
who you were

or where you came from.

Now I've given you back
your roots

and a duty: the salvation
of your family, our family.

[clapping]

You know,
the only good thing

about our having to forget
our origins

is that we can enjoy shrimp,

lobster, and good wine.

Why did you order the letters
" D-E-I-R"

to be carved on the victims?

I ordered the Latin words
"dies irae."

You must have missed
a few murders.

"Day of wrath"
and doom impending,

heaven and earth

in ashes ending.

I have wanted
to scream this out loud

ever since I realized
that to be born a Jew

was crime enough
to be killed.

I wanted to write it
in Hebrew, but even now,

I must hide in the language
of my oppressors.

Let's hope that you
don't find yourself soon

in the need to scream
the same.

Isabel?

I talked to Lord Francisco.

Is it true?

He kept our portraits.

I kept the key.

We all have
one of these--

old, rusty.

It's the key

to everything
we left behind...

our house, our identity.

Why didn't you
tell me before?

I wanted to keep you
away from it all.

The less you knew,
the better.

That's why I sent you away
for years,

why you couldn't
marry Carmen.

She knew.

You didn't.

You made me live a lie.

Life is worth 1,000 times more
than the truth.

(woman)
My lord,

the mistress,
the children--

They Inquisition
took them away.

No, Ruy--Ruy!

No one is truly to blame
for this--

not your uncle,
not even Friar Anselmo.

Then who?

The brutal persecution
of others against us.

It turned brother
against brother,

children against
their parents.

No!

Anselmo!

Anslemo!

We've been waiting
for you.

It's time to answer
to your peers.

I'm not afraid to do so.

I'm an honest man.

If I were you,
I'd be frightened,

even of my own shadow.

Your meddling

has threatened the well-being
of this community,

innocent people

caught up in a world
where the greedy

will use any means
to satisfy their base desire.

You'll never find the lists
if you kill me.

Never!

(Anselmo)
I knew you could
destroy us all

once you found them.

Your family has always

wanted to use that knowledge
against the rest of us.

They'll do you no good
when you're dead.

(Ruy)
But they will surely
harm you.

I made sure, if I die,

they go to the priest,

the only one
who doesn't know about them.

Isn't that so?

He's bluffing.

His family is on the lists.

Are you willing
to stake your life on it

and the life of your children?

Harm me,
and it will happen as I say.

And your wife
and your children will pay.

[gunshot]

He may shoot one of us,
but that will be all.

I'm sorry--
my children.

What has he
been telling you,

that all this
bloodshed is only

because of the lists?

Has he told you

what really started
all of it?

What are you talking about?

Don't listen to him.

He's just trying
to confuse you.

(Ruy)
Tell them everything!

Tell them
about the governor!

Tell them about your--

[gunshot]

Kill him.

(man)
But you've killed one of us.

You idiot.

He'll be the death
of us all.

After him.

(man #1)
Don't let him get away!

(man #2)
Shoot him!

(man #1)
Seize him! Seize him!

[gunshots]

[thunderous crashing]

(Anselmo)
A fitting end:

buried alive.

Wake up.

[coughing]

This place
is pest-infected.

We must clean him up.

[Isabel crying]

[screaming]

[weakly]
Ruy...

I knew--I knew
this had to be a mistake.

Shhh.

Listen.
Listen.

Where are the children?

It was horrible.

Friar Anselmo said
you had Jewish blood.

But it's all over.

We can go home.

We can't.

Friar Anselmo didn't lie.

No.

Shhh.

No, it's not true.

It's not possible.

Calm down.

Why didn't you
tell me this before?

I didn't know it myself.

My children...

they're tainted.

Be quiet.

The guards will hear us.

They must be cleansed.
Stop it.

Your origin
must be cleansed.

Shh! Shhh!

Are you crazy?

[breathing quickly]

Calm down.

Calm down.

No!

No!

My children will not live
in heresy.

Be quiet.

You're putting us
in danger.

Isabel.

Isabel.

Isabel!

Shh!

[muffled]
Isabel! No! No!

We must go.

No, no, no.

Come on.

My angels.

Never again.

Take them to her room.

Now!

You can go with her.

Should I kill everyone
on the list?

Just those directly involved
in the blackmail.

What will prevent the rest

from falling on you
with furious vengeance?

Pray that my mercy may create

a new understanding
between us all.

And if not?

There is no way out.

I would be hunted
like a dog,

and so would my children.

I'll embrace my past,
live a double life.

It will have to be

as it was always meant to be:

your origin protected
by my origin,

your secret protected
by my secret!

Oh!

[hissing noise]

[gasping]

[screaming]

[makes kissing noise]

[sighs]

[bells ringing]

[blade swooshes]

[gasping]

[glass shattering]

[sobbing]

[screaming]

[sobbing]

(priest)
Corpus Christi.

(Ruy)
Baruch ata Adonai.

(priest)
Do you solemnly swear to be the
core of a good Christian family?

I do.

I do.

(Ruy and Carmen)
Eloheynu Melech haolam.

In nomine Patris
et filii

et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

Please accept my gift
in honor of your wedding

and an expression
of our new found friendship.

(man)
My lord, may this deepen

the strength
of our new covenant.

My lord.

Excellency.

My lord.

Your Excellency.

My lord.

Excellency.

My lord.

Your Excellency.

[both chanting softly]

(both)
Eloheynu Melech haolam.

SheHakol Barah Lichvodo.

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