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THE PLAGUE

Fernando.

Fernando, wake up.

What's going on?

Is there anyone in the courtyard?

There is no one there.

Open the door.

I feel sorry for Father.

So do I.

But do you want them to separate us?

No.

Peer out.

Lead the way with the lamp and make sure we're not seen.

THE PRINTER

"A MACHINE CAPABLE OF SAVING MANKIND FROM THE SHADOWS OF IGNORANCE WAS CREATED"

- He won't go anywhere unless he pays. - How much does he owe you?

Thirty ducats.

He's been drinking all night. He bought drinks for half the customers.

And not only drinks.

Take me out of here, please.

How long have you been without sleep?

Months. I can't remember.

What happened to my stuff?

They took it.

They looted the house before setting it on fire.

What about my printer?

They set it on fire too.

It was made with my printer.

Someone is using it.

You have to come with me. Another dead body has appeared.

Hold on a second.

Get him some boots and go with him.

She's Lucina Utrera.

Captain Utrera's daughter.

She was found wearing a virgin cape by some kids.

A boy took it from inside her body.

Has anyone seen anything?

Just like the other one.

They are not human.

It's the beast.

The man from the factory said it had black hair all over its body.

Hair like that.

Like the Devil.

Thanks to the agreement,

the Guild of Merchants will assume all the costs wrought by the plague.

This way,

we make sure the epidemic is under control without closing...

...the harbor.

- What's wrong? - Morata!

Are you OK?

- He can't breathe. Loosen his clothes. - Bring him water!

Someone call a doctor!

- Come on! - Good Lord!

Is something wrong?

He is burning up.

- He has the plague! - The plague!

An epidemic!

- Get out! - He has the plague!

- Get out! Everybody out! - The plague!

Miss Lucina and her father, Captain Utrera.

He doesn't even know she's dead. He's in the fleet from America.

Miss Lucina's quarters.

The lady had a gift.

She used to read the future using those beans.

She didn't seem to be short of money.

She only did it with her friends.

Was Mr. Azuaga a friend of hers?

I don't know who he is.

The owner of the indigo factory.

He's never been in this house.

Perhaps he didn't want to find out about his future.

I don't think he'd have liked it.

Didn't she get into trouble with the Inquisition?

Ms. Utrera used to be very generous with the Church.

I guess she prayed in a very peculiar way. I haven't seen a single icon here.

She was a cheat.

Everyone plays in Seville.

Are you OK?

Hello?

- They are sealing off the city! - The plague!

We must leave the city before they seal it off!

- Quick! - An epidemic!

Come on!

It's an epidemic!

We need to hire more people for the factory.

Many workers have left the city. They will be gone until the plague abates.

And you should do the same.

I can take charge of everything.

Where is she?

Who?

Eugenia.

She hasn't come today either. I can't finish the painting.

She's not in the brothel.

She tried to work on her own and Moreno kicked her out.

Miraculously, she hasn't been killed.

That woman is a rebel, Ms. Larrea.

She's no good for you.

I can find you another one.

There you go.

Show me your neck.

Your armpits.

The lady is waiting in her carriage. Follow me.

You've got a fever.

You should see a doctor.

Will you pay for it?

If the Council catches you soliciting outside the brothel, you'll get jailed.

Aren't you frightened?

Of what?

If Moreno sees you, he'll kill you.

I could also very well kill him.

I don't have to pay anyone to do what I do.

Water.

Why haven't you come back?

Who would want to paint a woman like me?

Let me finish the painting and I'll give you a job.

Call the doctor.

And let's go.

Come on, let's see what you've got. Come on.

Someone wants to talk to you.

I have been told you were looking for me.

Later. They're waiting for me.

What do you want?

Lucina Utrera. Do you know her?

It depends.

She was murdered.

Poor thing.

I've heard she owed you money.

A lot of money.

I didn't kill her.

But I should have.

It's true she owed me a lot of money. But she did pay me.

With coins like this one.

A whole sack full of them.

Don't you see anything strange?

Give it to me.

- The silver. - It's not easy to swindle a swindler.

If it had any silver, it'd turn black.

Most of it has been removed. It's as counterfeit as its owner.

That woman was possessed by the Devil.

Order anything you want. No one will notice.

It's on the dead woman.

About the black demon

It's me.

- What are you doing here? - Blow the candle off.

Blow it off.

A favor for a favor.

I'll find you that printer and you pay me what that little devil stole from me.

I haven't forgotten.

And he's lucky I'm not asking you for his balls.

- How much did he steal? - Fifty reales.

- Twenty-five. - Fifty, fifty.

With the city sealed off, there are too many soldiers everywhere

and it's very difficult to move around.

All my money is spent on paying the guards.

Fifty and we call it even.

And I'll give you this as a gift.

Pills of sacred fire. To keep the plague away.

Some wine as well.

To feel better, what you need is more wine.

It has some engraved initials: M, N, C.

What are they?

Son of a bitch.

You were supposed to stop the harbor from being closed, but you didn't.

You owe us.

You'd better think of something before it's too late.

He's dying.

It's just a matter of hours.

How much do you need?

I don't need money. He won't accept it.

I need blood-purity documents.

For whom?

For me.

I'm not a nobleman, they'll ask them from me.

Who will ask for them?

The Council.

Without him, you need support from someone from the Twenty-Four.

You have no other option.

Come over tonight.

Leave through the backyard door now.

This way.

But I'm not going down there.

- The 50 reales. - When we come back.

No, now. It's better to be safe in these situations.

It's blood.

I can't breathe. What's that smell?

You'd better leave.

Don't do anything to him, please. He's very ill.

It's not the plague.

It's the lead. It's poisonous.

Where did you get it from?

It's not mine.

I only use it.

I get paid for using it.

I print what no one else wants to print.

Whose is it?

I don't know.

They leave the papers for me outside, hidden in a clay vessel.

- I don't know who leaves them. - What do the texts say?

I can't read.

I only copy the words.

Do you recognize this?

- Don't you have another one? - No.

But they are all written by the same person.

Who?

Finish it.

Ledesma.

I know why you can't sleep.

And you won't sleep until you're dead.

Light up our darkness with Your true light.

You, who know the deepest secrets within our hearts.

You, who can see our every move.

Help us remember the bitterness of our souls.

Stand in the light.

Your mouth.

Your clothes.

How old are you?

Fourteen.

Take off all your clothes.

Turn around.

Turn around to face me.

Lie down there.

Do you have a father?

No.

Open your legs.

A mother?

No mother either.

Are you a virgin?

If you're a virgin, I can't give you a job.

I'm not a virgin.

Get dressed.

Gentlemen,

gather around.

Gather around, please.

She is Eugenia.

From now on, she'll work with you in the factory.

I know her. She's a whore.

My men won't work with a woman.

Let alone a filthy woman.

Who are you?

- Carmona. - I haven't asked your name.

What do you do here? Why do I pay you?

He's the master.

Do we owe him anything?

Mr. Carmona, Eugenia is here to learn the trade.

You'll have to accept her as a worker. That's what I've hired her for.

Whoever doesn't want to work alongside a woman is free to leave.

You're nobody here.

The factory is owned by your husband and he's dead.

You've heard what Mrs. Larrea has just said.

Come here.

Explain the trade to her.

Watch your head.

...42, 43, 44, 45, 46...

...47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52...

The chamber of secrets.

These objects have all been seized by the Inquisition.

No one can see what you're seeing now.

A prisoner owned it. It was made in jail.

Protestant texts appeared in several churches a few years ago.

Shortly afterwards, they were everywhere. In squares. In markets.

In taverns.

All the texts were signed by the same person.

Ledesma.

And they all spoke about the same thing. His particular dogma of faith.

Ledesma calls it "The Four Truths".

According to him, Man can only be saved by means of them.

"Christ only", the first truth.

The only mediator between God and Man. He's the only way to salvation.

Azuaga.

His hands and feet were pierced like those of Christ.

And a crucifix with the initials "E.V.V."

"Ex veritate vita".

"Only Truth will save Man".

It must have been a way of referring to these truths.

Some kind of verse. Or title.

"Sola fide", "only faith".

The annunciation. "The angel announces,

the Virgin listens, believes and conceives." Sermo 13.

For Protestants, there's no use in praying to the Virgin.

She is not even a virgin.

Lucina was representing a virgin who wasn't one.

"Man can only be saved by the grace of God."

"No Saint can save him."

And the last one,

"Sola Scriptura".

The Bible.

I assume you recognize it.

It's the same one you used for the Bible you printed for the Protestants.

Your "Bear Bible".

You asked me about Ledesma.

This is what I know.

Someone is killing to represent his Truths.

There are two left.

Who is Ledesma?

No one knows.

We've chased him for years, but no one knows where he's hiding.

Not even torture led us to him.

It's as if he was a ghost.

I see you're still alone.

Knock three times and they will let you out.

This is really the end.

You only have to sign this document.

I'm not signing it.

I regret everything.

What do you regret?

You're not guilty of any wrongdoing.

Yes, I am.

So are you.

People are starving.

They know they will die.

From the plague or from starvation.

They'll soon lose their fear,

and they'll start snatching things from the rich.

They'll start with the dead.

Starvation will reach this palace.

They will loot your home,

your stuff.

They'll destroy the memory of you.

The memory of your family.

A centuries-old history, until they erase it.

Thus, in a second.

And nothing will be left.

Not even your regret.

Only oblivion.

I can protect it until all this is over and your family can come back.

The seat will be of no use to you.

You only have to sign this.

This way.

Mateo.

Open the door, there is no one else.

Come in, don't just stand there.

What are you doing here?

Do you want us to be burnt alive?

Who is he?

Germán's son.

You and your sense of honor.

One day you'll stop thinking like a soldier.

Come here. I can still give you a hug.

Come in.

I'm sorry about your father.

We were friends.

There must be some wine somewhere.

People like bragging about having visited Seville.

Are they yours?

I sell them in the harbor and I earn enough to live on.

No, thanks.

Like your father.

He's not like his father at all.

I heard you were dead.

I wasn't that lucky.

What happened?

Someone found the list of Bibles in your house.

Almost all of them had the time to flee to Geneva.

But I didn't.

What about your wife?

She couldn't flee either.

Two months of torture.

Too long.

I'm sorry.

What do you want, Mateo?

I've got my printer back.

I'm going to print again.

I'm looking for Ledesma.

Ledesma doesn't exist, Mateo. It's only a pen name.

- And who is behind it? - I don't know.

- I'm not a member of the circle, I left. - Who could know that?

Where do they meet?

- Someone must know it. - I don't know.

I really don't know what to say. I have no idea.

I lost everything I had. It's over.

I don't want to know anything about it.

Mateo,

forget your printer and get out of Seville.

Nothing you can find will help you.

What are we doing here?

We wait.

If he doesn't come out within two minutes, the coin's yours.

I know him. He didn't utter a single truth.

Did you use to print Bibles?

Books.

Which ones?

Banned books.

What are "banned books"?

Books that make people think

- and ask questions about things. - What kind of things?

Things like that.

Where is he?

I don't know.

I would like to make a toast.

To God,

who is everywhere.

In streets and in squares.

In taverns.

At this table.

And in this wine.

At crossroads and at city gates.

In the jewelry of pretty women,

and in men's blasphemies.

In bell towers,

in cloisters, in priests' sermons,

and in children's prayers.

In old people's parties.

In testaments.

In judges' sentences.

And in fear.

In the hands of artists.

And at babies' birth and abandonment.

Under the sheets of the dying.

In hospital beds

and in the scaffolds of the executed.

In the pleas of the poor

and in the charity of the rich.

In the silence of the night

and in the sound of bells and organs...

And in the breasts of whores.

In the breasts of all the whores in the world.

Those honorable young ladies.

Men and women,

everything is done on His behalf and thanks to His will.

Nothing human is alien to Him.

Nothing divine is foreign to Him.

Everything is God.

So don't speak ill of Him.

He could hear it.

Get out of here.

And now continue drinking.

It's very hot. Make sure there is wine for everyone.

I'm sorry, ma'am. He insisted.

I need to sleep. I can't sleep.

What's wrong with you, Mateo?

There's only one thing that can rescue a man from his own darkness.

Beauty.

If there's anything worth living for...

is to stare at it.

I'm not one of your whores, Mateo.

I'm mourning your best friend.

Mateo! Mateo! Mateo!

Excuse me, sir. Dr. Monardes wants you to leave.

You're not welcome in this house.

Don't move, I won't burn you.

Open your eyes wider.

Try not to blink.

Turn sideways.

How long have you been without sleep?

I don't know.

Months.

And things that never happen do happen then, I suppose.

Things that can only happen here.

Things that only I can see.

Things that don't exist.

You're not possessed by anything other than your black bile.

You have melancholy.

You know you're mortal and it ails you.

This image you see is neither the Devil nor Death.

It's your sadness and your helplessness.

Perhaps you miss God. With him, everything would be much easier.

How do I cure it?

I don't know.

The soul is too complex for me.

Hold on to something and don't let go of it.

Life, Mateo. There isn't another one.

I can't take it anymore.

Opium poppy.

I will give you a bag of it.

But beware when taking it, it's dangerous.

The sweetest bitter taste in the world.

That's how you write your name.

"Valerio".

V, A, L, E, R, I, O.

Take a good look.

Now you try.

The altarpiece and the icon.

The candelabra.

The table.

The two chairs, the vargueno.

We will take the bed as well.

But burn the clothes.