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THE PLAGUE

Take off your shirt.

Raise your arm.

Come.

You're very beautiful.

THE PACT

May all those who fall into the sin of sodomy be burned at the stake.

Your hands.

On your feet, let's go.

Have you anything to say?

Any objections, I mean.

I know you know Apuleyo well.

I'm translating him.

Celso de Guevara.

I see you've been promoted.

A lot can happen in five years.

"One by one, all men

are mortal.

Together, we are eternal."

I wouldn't say eternal, but perpetual.

He's referring to the species as a whole.

Man is mortal, the human species, eternal.

But not in a religious sense,

rather biological.

Aristotle.

This is your Sambenito.

I had it sent to me when I heard that you had come back.

I suppose you know

a bust was burned in public with your image

and that since then you're considered a man without a soul

or shadow.

Literature.

I tried to avoid it.

These are copies of letters I sent

trying to get you a fair trial.

To the Supreme Court of the Inquisition,

to the episcopate,

to the Crown.

You can see them.

None of them replied.

You were a heretic to all of them before you were judged.

Your merits were never appreciated.

I only want you to know whose side I'm on.

You must be hungry.

Shall we?

Snow from the Sierra Norte.

We've discovered that it conserves well in some wells.

Do you recognize the city?

The promise of the New World, there you have it.

They come from all over seeking fortune

and this is what they find.

Misery and confusion.

It's no coincidence

that we suddenly ran into each other like this.

You're here for a greater reason.

One which we all serve.

You're here to help me.

You have a gift.

Go with him

and tell me what you see.

Remove his chains.

Go back.

Go back!

A boy saw them do it.

Where is he?

You saw the man who did this?

What did he look like?

His Spanish is very bad.

Do you know the meaning?

Around 50 years old.

His clothing was poor, but he was probably rich.

A merchant. He didn't work with his hands.

Fine, soft skin.

And his fingers have blue stains. Old stains.

Some kind of dye for clothing.

No trace of blood. He wasn't killed here.

A boy says a giant brought him.

If he wasn't, he must have been very strong. He carried him here,

there are no cart tracks anywhere.

He has a wound in his shoulder.

And holes in his hands and feet.

Stigmas.

It's Ignacio Azuaga.

One of the biggest merchants in the city.

And the kingdom.

Very generous with the Crown and the Church.

I want you to find the culprit.

If you do, you'll be free.

And if I refuse?

You're not cut out to be a martyr.

What if I don't find him?

You're a heretic.

Burned at the stake.

You escaped. You've been tried and sentenced.

We need to put him in a pot of oil to preserve him.

I'm going to need the body.

I can't do that, it's against the law of God.

Anything concerning man is God's work.

Mr. Azuaga's family will want to bury him

right away.

Make up some excuse.

You've been doing it for centuries.

Be as discreet as possible.

It's the third in less than two days.

Where do they take them?

To an infirmary outside the city.

They do it at night so that no one will see.

The family.

We can't risk them being sick.

They take them to the slums.

We can't hide it anymore. The disease is inside.

We need to make it official to get the money from the Crown.

The City can't cover the cost of the epidemic.

We have no credit.

How many?

More than fifteen.

Sign the receipt.

You're not worthy of being German's son.

You're nothing but a bastard.

A bastard.

The passages.

Bastard.

Here, wipe your blood.

He'll sleep here,

with the horses.

I'll have them bring down a mattress.

No.

On the ground.

He's an animal and he'll sleep like one.

You're no animal.

I know who you are.

I come from the same place as you.

And as long as you're here, I'm going to help you.

But you're alive because of your father.

And your father is dead.

I'm not like Mateo.

For me, his memory isn't enough.

So if you betray him again, I'll kill you myself.

They'll bring down a mattress and some food.

It's the Inquisition, Mateo.

You shouldn't trust them.

I have no choice.

Yes, you do.

I can help you get out of the city.

Right now if you want.

Tonight.

It's over. I have a chance to put an end to all of this.

I'm tired of running.

Do you want to know what they did with your house?

They burned it

and then they covered everything with salt

so that no life would grow for years.

They'll do the same to you if you stay.

Wake up.

Push the cart.

I'll wait outside, don't be long.

Mateo.

Monardes.

I need you to do an autopsy.

I can't. They've been banned by the Inquisition.

- I don't want to get burned. - Not this one.

Put this on.

He's just like his father.

He's nothing like him.

He's just a bastard.

The body has no blood.

They bled him to death.

That's why there was no blood

- nearby when you found him. - How?

They impaled him with a stake.

Then they lifted it up

and stuck it in the ground.

Two men?

Or one, with the size and strength of two.

The stake came out here.

It didn't puncture the internal organs, it only displaced them.

A stake with a round point.

They wanted him to bleed to death.

Slowly.

- And his hands and feet? - Nails.

Inserted after he was dead.

Seen this before?

No.

I'm going to draw it before I stitch him up.

Women can't go in.

The lady won't be staying.

Would you like a mattress?

They cost two reals.

- I just deloused them. - No.

It's all legal, don't worry.

The business is run by the Church and City.

That's Moreno's apothecary.

Ten reals.

Come this way.

Look.

Wake up.

Come closer, let them see you.

By ordinance, they're all orphans over 12 years old.

They're clean.

A surgeon from the City comes every two months to see them.

There aren't any more?

What's wrong, you don't like them?

Up in the pigeon loft.

Stand up.

What's your name?

Eugenia.

Come closer, please.

Open your mouth.

- She said open your mouth. - Never mind.

How much?

Ten reals.

Fifty.

The City forbids whoring outside the brothel.

Pay him.

- Wash yourself. - There's no need.

She's fine like this.

Slow down.

I'm only asking that we wait until the ships arrive from the New World.

If we make the plague public we'll have to close the city.

And if that happens,

we'll lose our monopoly on trade with the Indies.

Cadiz has been pushing the Crown to change the route for years.

Closing the city would justify their requests.

And they won't waste an opportunity.

We need the money to face the disease.

And for that we have to make it public.

We can get that money another way.

How?

Merchants.

Merchants.

They're willing to pay all the expenses

if we commit to keeping the port open.

Mr. Assistant.

This city

has never been so close to being the capital of the kingdom.

We mustn't miss this opportunity.

For that to happen,

we need the gold.

And the gold

is coming on those ships.

Lardin.

Mr. Assistant.

Mr. Morata.

Make no mistake.

The most direct way to put an end to those delusions of being the capital

isn't closing the port.

It's the plague.

If we don't close the city and stop it from spreading,

we'll have gold,

yes.

But it will only serve for us to be buried in it

and become the richest dead men in Europe.

On the other hand, you speak of gold

as if governing a city correctly depended on it.

Exactly the opposite is true.

We're governors,

not money lenders or speculators. Our interests should be different.

Only crows turn to gold.

Silence, please. Let us vote.

Those in favor of Morata's proposal?

Against?

Indigo.

My father made it the best selling dye in Europe.

- Where are those barrels going? - To Flanders.

You must be one of the few in Seville that export something.

The office is upstairs.

Everything is just the way he left it.

I still haven't been able to go in.

My father lived for his work and his family.

I don't understand who would do something like this to him.

Have you noticed anything valuable missing?

No.

Do you know if he had argued with anyone?

Did anyone owe him money?

Any workers?

There is poverty in this city. And hunger.

No one kills the man who feeds them.

Don't look here, it's not the place.

Are you familiar with the initials EVV?

No.

That's Manuel.

Tell me what happened, Manuel.

I was cleaning my tools when I heard

banging in the office.

At what time?

Late, around eleven.

Was there anyone else in the factory?

We were alone, we're always the last to leave.

- Could someone have snuck in? - Impossible.

My post is right outside the door.

Then I heard screams and came running but it was locked.

How did you open the door?

When I came in I saw him being carried out the window.

And you didn't do anything?

I was scared.

Scared of what, Manuel? You were armed.

It was a beast.

A huge black beast

with hair all over its body and lumps on its back.

A giant.

A monster.

Anything else?

What's her name?

Who?

Your father's life wasn't as exemplary as you think.

Or it was, but he combined it with another.

A young woman with very expensive tastes.

A lover.

Carmen Galvez.

Do you know where she lives?

She isn't there.

We've looked everywhere, she's disappeared.

She's not in the city.

She has a sister in the Portugalete neighborhood.

But no one will dare to go in there now.

I will.

I'm not afraid of the disease.

Are they yours?

Yes.

Don't move.

Why do you have a man's name?

You can read?

Who taught you?

Nobody.

If you were a woman you couldn't sell them.

No one would buy them.

Change clothes. We're finished for today.

- Mr. Lardin. - No offense,

but I'm not coming in, I don't have much time. Go ahead.

I heard you have problems with your storehouse.

This is the deed to the best warehouse in the port.

Free of taxes.

I won't change my vote, Mr. Zuñiga.

Keep that, I don't want it.

What do you want?

- I can get anything you ask. - Nothing.

I know what it's like to lose

my whole family to the plague, and gold won't bring them back.

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

Let's go.

What are you doing?

It's to repel the disease.

This way it can't see me.

There.

My coin.

Who are you?

What do you want?

Where is your sister?

Please, give me water.

I can't move.

Where is she?

I don't know.

She came to say goodbye a few days ago.

Did she say where she was going?

She said she couldn't tell me.

Water, please.

Why not?

I don't know.

She was afraid.

Afraid of what?

I don't know.

These things are too expensive for a slum.

They're hers.

She brought them with a man in a boat.

Azuaga?

Another man.

But I didn't see him.

Please, give me water. I'm begging you.

I'm dying of thirst.

"EVV.

Ex Veritate Vita."

Where did you get this?

I don't know.

Please, give me water.

It's the plague.

What does it say?

- You can't read? - No.

It's a phrase in Latin.

It means only the truth will save man.

Did you know a man cut off his son's hand so he could beg?

I know it's forbidden.

If they catch you, they put you in jail.

There's a test to see who the real beggars are.

I've seen it.

Poor people come from all around.

I can do it without them realizing.

I'm not scared.

But I need your help.

Find a rock.

Go on.

No.

That one.

Come on, let's go.

I'm sorry.

You're still signing with your father's name.

He's become a famous painter in half of Europe.

The men in this family have always gone far.

Even dead.

At some point you should start signing them.

What for?

Who is that?

Nobody.

It's very beautiful.

You still have that sadness in your eyes.

How can such a good man live without God?

You clarify everything, Holy Spirit. You clarify everything to me.

You light every path for me to achieve my ideal.

You give me the divine gift to forgive.

And to forget all the harm that is done to me

and you're with me in every moment of my life.

I want to thank you for everything.

and confirm that I never want to separate myself from you.

No matter the material reward,

I wish to be with you and all of my loved ones in perpetual glory.

Thank you for your mercy towards me and mine.

Thank you, my Lord.

You know why they call you butterflies?

Fire... attracts butterflies.

The butterflies, tempted by the attraction of the flame,

fly forwards and backwards,

getting closer and closer to the fire.

Like a dance.

In its first flight,

the butterfly flutters near the flame

and only burns one wing.

But the fire's temptation is too great.

It returns.

It can't help itself.

That's its nature.

In its second flight,

the butterfly flutters so close

that it burns completely.

It disappears.

You decide if you want to burn or not.

I can help you not to.

Where he's going, you can't go.