All language subtitles for Goya.1971.DVDRip.XviD.5rFF

A GDR - USSR Co-Production.

DE FA Babelsberg in Cooperation
with Film Studios Sofia

and Bosna Film

Madrid End of the 18th Century.

Directed by Konrad Wolf

or The Hard Road to
Enlightenment.

Based on Lion Feuchtwanger.

Papa, take your cane!

Well? Do you like it?

Isn't 400 reales too much
for a frock coat, Francisco?

I am the court painter,
after all.

Will you see the queen and
kiss heron the hand?

Yes, my little daughter.

And it will be
a happy day for me.

Well?

How do I look?

I can't hear anything.

I think you look like the First
Minister to the King

and the First Lover
to the Queen.

You have the
same taste as Godoy.

You can't even paint
a horse's ass.

I'd rather paint horses' asses
than your salacious women.

- Agustin, don't be so insolent!
- And what of the court painter?

He preens like a peacock and
puffs himself up like a turkey.

Don Jose Alvarez DE Toledo
13th Duke of Benwick and Alba,

11th Marquis of Villafranca.

Dona Cayetana,
13th Duchess of Alba.

The ambassador to the
King of France,

His Excellency
Monsigneur de Havre.

It's probably unpleasant to
be a beheaded king's diplomat.

Are you implying that
other royal diplomats won't

go through the same?

For the first secretary of the
Inquisition, those are some very

- heretical thoughts.
- The world is changing

and ideas with it.

"All is for the best,

in the best of all possible
worlds."

I see even inquisitors read
Voltaire.

One must be prudent, dear Madam.

Don Francisco DE Goya
y Lucientes, Court Painter.

His Excellency
Don Antonio Ricardes,

Lieutenant General
of the Royal Arm}I,

Governor and Captain Genera!
Of the Catalonian Army.

Principal President of the
Royal Jurisdiction.

Francisco! We are truly glad
to see you, dear friend.

- How is your health these days?
- My hearing has returned.

Thank Heavens!

I take it then my portrait will
be finished soon?

I hope. Maybe even this week!

You've become successful.
Big names? Ock to you.

But I advise you to be careful.

Not everyone can stomach fame.

I have a healthy stomach!

I wouldn't be so sure.

A moment, my dear.
Excuse us, please.

Her Excellency the Marchesa
San Carlos.

This is unbearable for me,
Dona Lucia.

What do you mean?

I cannot deny my thoughts and
feelings forever, believe me.

A good Catholic must deny them.

That might be true.

Maybe I'm no longer
a good Catholic.

Such thoughts are very dangerous
south of the Pyrenees,

my friend.

I know. What should I do?

I hate the Inquisition and love
you, Dona Lucia.

Please speak of it no more!

"One must always be prudent,
don't you thin k?"

It's you who said it.

Once Godoy has assumed the
office of prime minister,

you'll have to paint a few new
portraits of him.

I'll arrange a meeting with him
for you, if that's alright.

Thank you, Miguel.
That'd be very kind of you.

Godoy will change things
politically.

Excuse me for a moment.

Why do you look at me that way?

You have already painted me
and know me.

That portrait was a failure.
I need to try it once more.

Not for the time being.
Maybe later.

Maybe.

Their Catholic Majesties

and the prime minister
Don Manuel Godoy.

Duke of Alcudia.

You are ravishing, my dear!

And always such unusual
ideas. Why such a humble dress?

Our Fatherland is still waging a
holy war again st France.

It is the duty of all Spaniards

to limit their expenditures.

Those are highly commendable
thoughts, my dear.

But your sacrifice has now
happily become irrelevant.

We recently decided to choose
the simplicity of peace

over the glory of war.

It is costing us too much
blood and money.

Now that Italian's now playing
the merciful royal mother,

because defeat is inevitable.

Many will admire the wisdom of
this royal decision.

I'm of a different opinion.
My Spaniards think likewise.

Are you certain?

My fellow countrymen will be
very unhappy that you are now

making peace with that godless
Republic and ending the holy war

without having honorably won it.

It is not Spanish tradition.

Hey! In what way, my dear?

I hope you'll forgive me that my
bluntness has not incurred.

Your Majesty's disapproval.

If you'll permit an observation,
Madam, your dress is gorgeous.

- Most likely from France?
- No. From Italy.

Your Fatherland has very skilled
seamstresses.

You are too kind.
Truly too kind.

We haven't seen each other for a
while. How are things as always?

Many thanks, Your Majesty.
I am very satisfied.

When will you paint us again,
Don Francisco?

It would be a great honor for me
at anytime, Your Majesty.

The estimable company is bidden
to come to the auditorium.

"French actors will perform a
drama by Berthelin for you. "

"The Martyrdom of
Marie Antoinette. "

Cursed heavens!

That's it, Don Francisco!

The air, the light and the gray
that only you can do.

You don't know what you've done!

In one night!

- 600 reales for one night!
- Brute! Drag it in the mud!

Let it be. Looking at the
horse's ass, by the way,

- it's very good this time.
- A noble brute, though. Really.

My compliments.
A truly beautiful ass.

You've eamed yourself
a glass of sherry.

And I'll give you,
as a just dessert

a Girl!

Thank you for your generosity.

But today I'll take you out
to my taverna.

Today you can ask of me what
you will, you failed student!

I didn't know that she is
depraved too, Pace.

The old masters' clear lines
are good.

And clear things are therefore
clearly expressed.

But people aren't clear.

The vicious, the dangerous

the witch}; - that can't be
painted with old methods.

This say I, Agustin Esteve,
failed student and painter

of horses' asses.
And I'll also tell you.

In the black moon
of the highwaymen,

the spurs do sing.

Little black horse, where are
you taking your dead rider'?

Where are you taking
your dead rider?

In the black moon,
bled the mountainside

of Sierra Morena.

In the black moon,
bled the mountainside

of Sierra Morena.

Little cold horse,
what a scent of knife-blossom!

What a scent of knife-blossom!

Little black horse, where are
you taking your dead rider?

Where are you taking
your dead rider'?

- Long live Maria!
- Viva!

- Long live liberty!
- Viva!

- Long live Spain!
- Viva!

In the black moon, a shriek!

And the long hom of the bonfire.

In the black moon, a shriek!

And the long hom of the bonfire.

Little black horse, where are
you taking your dead rider?

Where are you taking
your dead rider'?

Who is that?

Maria.

Maria Rosario.

Maria, this is
Francisco DE Goya.

Pleased to meet you,
Don Francisco.

Your song impressed me so much
that I'd like to paint you.

Paint me?

But Sir Court Painter,
I am just a singer.

May I introduce you to
my friends?

Jose Quintana, poet.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Pablo Otero.

Otero? Much has been
said about him.

So much that I had my doubts
whether you existed.

As you see, I still exist
for now.

- We have a request of you.
- Who's.

All of us, whom you see here
and others too.

Are you familiar with this book?

"Madrid has more churches than
tenements, more priests and"

monks than church-goers.

Ghosts of fear and cowardice,
indolence and ignorance

point their fingers at the
small band of educated men.

We fear the dungeons
of the Inquisition;

"But we do not fear
our own conscience."

"To see the world
curse your name;."

Not knowing if your work will
be performed or not;

Depending less on applause
than insults...

do you know what this means?

"It means being a poet,
artist or painter in Spain."

Who wrote that?

Gaspar Melchior DE Jovellanos.

The glow of Spain -
and Spain's shame.

Jovellanos was banished from
Madrid many years ago,

Sir Court Painter.

Hmm, a "bread and bull" fight.

And what do you want from me?

Manuel Godoy will make peace
with France.

He'll be forced to lift certain
measures against the liberals.

Esteve says you paint Godoy.
You could advise to him to

pardon Jovellanos before the
Inquisition destroys him.

I'm not amazed when our friend
Bermudez utters such things.

From you, it surprises me.

It just occurred to me.
Please forgive me.

I'm always glad to listen
to an honest opinion.

I hear, by the way, that you
have a new mistress.

An attractive widow. Have you
seen her as of late?

Yes. I see here every now
and then.

It would be nice, Don Francisco,
if you'd introduce her to me.

I will consider your advice
concerning Jovellan cs.

You only come here when
you're in a bad mood, Pace.

Yes.

You don't think I might be
waiting for you?

- No.
- Conchita!

Show Don Francisco the door.

Conchita, return to your
kitchen!

Don't be mad at me. You know.

I have a big heart for all
that's beautiful.

And you are divinely beautiful,
Dona Pepa.

Aren't you drinking
a little much?

Why shouldn't I drink? Is the
champagne too good for me?

People like us have no title
but know more about art than

the whole Academy

and the four universities!

He who sits there and must
drink 'til he's drunk

who paints horses under the
asses of defeated generals..

- And assists such business!
- As drunk as a coachman!

- Don't won";-
- I'm going

I'll tell you something else,
you big wigs!

L, Agustin Esteve, failed
student, I am ashamed

for my sake and for yours.
So there!

- Your cloaks, gentlemen.
- Please excuse me,

Your Excellency.

Now you do some more. But the
ears must be much longer.

See for yourself!

But they can't be bigger than
the head.

Please paint me a nice,
colorful jumping jack.

A jumping jack? Alright then.

Such a very pretty doll!

Elenita!

Elenita! Come, don't bother your
father at work.

But I want to stay here
with Papa!

Come along, now.

You're squandering your time,
Pace.

Then you'll have to work
through the night.

Francisco!

Gaspar DE Jovellanos
gives us the honor.

- I'm in Madrid again.
- May I?

We come to thank you.

I am very pleased.

It's a comfort when friends will
risk a brave word

for the sake of justice.

That even you have taken up the
political ideas of our time.

You are mistaken, Don Gaspar.

I am a painter. I have nothing
to do with politics.

No artist can abstain
from politics.

Especially not today,

in Spain with a mindless King,

a Queen for whom nothing matters
save her creature comforts,

and a Prime Minister

with but a single
qualification for the job:

Strapping thighs!

Aren't you being a little unfair
to the count?

Of course!

Very much so, in fact.

I don't want to be fair
to that scoundrel!

But now... Godoy is working
to atone for the past.

I'm losing sleep over
owing this man my gratitude.

But let us speak of art.

Oh, that's nothing. Those were
just done on a whim.

"Caprichos."

If I may be frank,

you experiment too much with the
great, overwhelming truths.

You're playing with the color,

With the light,

dissolving the line.

You're wasting your talent.

You should use antiquity and its
monumental art as your model,

like Jacques Louis David.

Instead of elegant women, you
should paint, for example,

lightning-throwing Zeus!

Yes, but only if
you'd be my model,

exactly as you're
standing there now.

It's too bad you don't take my
pleas seriously.

You should subordinate more your
reason to political necessity.

A Jacques Louis David would be
of more use to our country

than a Mirabeau and all the
orators since Cicero.

What shall I do?

I prefer to be a
Spanish painter.

We must argue
about art more, Goya.

I hope to.

Should've let him stay
where he was.

And you.

It's all your fault! Now I must
listen to that pedant!

Naturally what Jovellanos said
about Zeus and David

is easily misunderstood.

But he's right about wanting to
make art political.

And your horse's asses? I ask
you: Are they political?

A Spanish David? Nonsense!

Yes, you - you could be a
Spanish David!

Your talent is just
about sufficient!

I'll tell you something, Don
Francisco.

I'll tell you something, Pace.

I'll tell you, Sir Court
Painter, member of the Academy!

He is right!

Your pictures are ham!

- Sure, ham with talent!
- Shut your mouth!

Look over there.

Your Godoy is perhaps satisfied
with this effective crap,

since he is as vain as you. But
like master, like servant.

- Won't you shut up, mongrel!
- I wouldn't think of it.

And I'll tell you something
else. Because you

lie so well, you're more
dangerous than the others.

Get out of here! I never want to
see you again! Out!

You'll have to hear me
to the end.

Do you think it helps you
to scream?

Go!

For good.

I ask Your Majesty for a
bit of patience.

[Am I impatient then? Stay
Marcia]! We're being painted.

By the way, you work unusually
fast, Don Francisco,

and you're much less tiresome
than the painters before you.

I am proud to hear those
words, Your Majesty.

But we'd better finish up.
That's enough for today.

I will wait until Your Majesty
grants me another session.

[In marcia, Marcia]!

You're avoiding me.

Why are you avoiding me,
Don Francisco?

Why don't I ever see you?

Don Francisco...

my confidante Dona Luisa Beata
Eufemia DE Ferrer y Estala.

I am extremely pleased to make
your acquaintance, Dona Eufemia.

Let's go, my little lamb.

Don Francisco!

I cannot help but notice that
you try unusually hard

to please the Italian woman.

Aren't you a little too
bold regarding the queen?

I am the Alba. This is my Spain.

The wand trembled before the
name of Alba when our house

still lay in the dust
of creation.

Here, by King Philip's
favorite spot.

Before this stone, my great-
grandfather gave the shortest

report a general had ever given
to his king.

Julio,

how did Marsh all Alba's report
to King Philipp ll go?

"Conquered for the Spanish
Crown: 4 kingdoms."

Won in decisive victories:
9 campaigns.

Successfully carried out:
217 sieges.

"Service to His Majesty
60 years."

Bravo! At last, you can
get all the details right.

Remind Eufemia to give you
5 reales.

You know, something unusual
just occurred me.

What is it?
How did you happen upon it?

My Eufemia told me; She keeps
company with witches, you know.

And if she ever angers me too
much, I'll tell the Inquisition.

Don't speak of such blasphemous
things, my little lamb.

Do you believe
in witches and demons?

But of course! I've seen enough
of them already. And often!

Oh, me too!

Every now and then, for example,
my grandmother's nursemaid

appears before me in the night.

Yes, yes. She was bu med
as a witch.

My grandmother told me
when I was little.

And last night, she came
again and spoke to me.

Aha! What did she say?

Quietly but clearly she told me
that I will not grow old,

my time is short, and
so I should use it well.

Don Francisco.

I intend to go to Madrid for a
few days.

- I'm leaving Wednesday.
- So suddenly?

I'll be in Madrid on Wednesday
evening and you?

I'll be painting the Queen again
on Wednesday,

and the same on Thursday
morning. But you know that.

Yes, I know.

The Queen herself chose
those days.

Don Francisco,

I will be in Madrid on Wednesday
evening.

Did I understand you correctly?

You did.

When are you going to Madrid to
get new colors?

Colors? We have enough colors
for 5 Queens and as many Kings

and their entire stable.

You are going to Madrid!

There you will learn that my
daughter is sick and Josepha

requires my immediate return.

- I don't get it.
- You don't need to "get it."

You only have to bring me
word that Elenita is sick,

and nothing else, alright?

You wish to tum down the Queen?

Understand this:
I must go to Madrid.

And you've got no other excuse?

Please do it.

Alright.

You'll get your letter.

I've got smuggled tobacco.

- What's it cost?
- 22 reales.

How much? What do I look like -
a stray dog?

Perhaps your woman is
a stray bitch?

- Who said that?
- I did.

Apologize to the lady. At once!

First let her remove
her mantilla!

We want to know who's sitting
at our table!

Nobody asked you!

And you: Apologize,

or I'll show you I can dance
the fandango on your corpse.

I'll count to 10. If she doesn't
take off her mantilla,

I'll kick you to Aranjuez.

Duchess Alba!

We're going.

Bearers!

- Where are we going now?
- Want to visit another taverna?

No.

I want to see your studio.

Dona Maria Luisa on horseback!

You dare to paint the Italian
woman as ugly as she is?

Does she allow you that?

Dona Maria Luisa is
a clever woman.

Therefore she wishes for her
portraits to resemble her.

If a woman looks like that,
she at least needs to be clever.

May I offer you
something perhaps.

Madam Duchess?

Layout call me "Madam Duchess"
one more time

- I'll leave.
- I don't believe you will.

I know that you won't go
Madam Du chess.

You will stay.

Stay and destroy me.

Why should I destroy you?

Why?

- Blessed be the Holy Virgin.
- Thrice blessed.

What did the messenger want?

"The Tribunal of the
Holy Inquisition,"

to the great honor of God
and the Catholic Church,

will hold an assembly
concerning heretics.

It will take place on the 27th
of this month.

Your attendance is desirable.

Justitia et Misericordia
Justice and Mercy.

By order of the venerable
Lord Cardinal.

"Grand Inquisitor."

Do you understand why they're
inviting me, of all people?

It's all your fault.

Yours and yours alone!

You'll throw us all into
misfortune. My God!

It's your immoral conduct, Pace.

That's what put you under
suspicion of heresy.

You have no morals - and
therefore you are a heretic!

- Oh Holy Virgin, protect us!
- No.

No, no...

Pablo Otero has been arrested

and you put in a good word for
Jovellanos.

- They want to warn you.
- No, I won't go.

I'm afraid.

The Holy Tribunal...

and these sinners who
are fated to suffer

are a memorable portrait of that
which we all, trembling,

will experience at the
Last Judgment.

"Irredeemable repulsion,"
God says

"do I reserve for the Jews,
Mohammedans and Heretics,

since they besmirch my name
and my honor. "

And as David says. "

"Wake up from the clemency,
Lord Father,"

into which your infinite mercy
has lulled you.

Stand up, oh Lord, and pass
judgment in your affairs.

Strike down with the full force
of your wrath

"the Heathens and the
Non-Believers!"

According to these words, the
Holy Office here convenes.

Amen.

Amen.

Jose Ont, cook, formerly at
the seminar in Valencia.

Please rise.

Jose Ortiz, you expressed doubt
about the miraculous power

of the image of our
Virgin of Pilar.

([)0 you plead guilty?

Yes.

(I plead gum)...

Mercy

in the name of the Holy Virgin!

Do you repent of your doubt?

Yes.

Yes, by God!

I repent!

Mercy.

Mercy!

Licentiate Manuel Sanchez
Velasco - please rise.

In the San Cayetana Church, you
said that the saints cannot help

heal disease.
Do you plead guilty?

(I plead gum)...

Do you repent of your deed?

I repent of it.

Don Pablo Otero,

former Auditor of the
Viceroyalty of Peru,

former Governor of Seville,

former Commander of
the Order of Santiago,

former Governor-General of
Nuevas Poblaciones.

Please rise.

You are accused of
166 counts of heresy,

you have declared that you
don't believe in miracles

and disputed the fact that non-
Catholics are condemned to Hell.

You have declared that many of
the heathen Roman emperors

would be preferable to some of
our Christian Lords.

You have declared that the
Catholic Church is degenerate.

You have expressed doubt about
Christian dogma.

You have declared that spiritual
and mental freedom are

suppressed in Spain.

You have declared that the only
way out for our country

is the French Revolution.
You may sit down.

You traveled to Switzerland to
find the arch-heretic Voltaire.

You translated his writings into
the Spanish language.

You have repeatedly slandered
the Holy Inquisition

in your writings. Pablo Otero...

do you plead guilty to having
committed the heresies named?

I plead guilty...

Do you foreswear the claim that
God had nothing to do with

the creation of the Cosmos?

I foreswear it.

Do you foreswear the claim that
the Church is a dark and cruel

dungeon of Ignorance?

I foreswear it.

Do you foreswear your claim that
only revolution can give Spain

its freedom?

I foreswear it.

Do you foreswear your godless
friend Voltaire?

I foreswear him.

I foreswear it. I foreswear it.
I foreswear it.

Maria Rosario Gomez,
please rise!

Maria Rosario Gomez, you are
accused of heresy.

You sang forbidden songs that
awaken sinful passions and

objectionable thoughts
in the people.

([)0 you plead guilty?

I asked you if you'll plead
guilty.

Please answer my question!

Why?

Why guilty? Why?

Because I sing the old songs of
our mothers? Because I give

- people courage for.
- For battle.

Was that what you wanted to say?

Courage for life and the belief
in a happy future.

Do we understand you correctly
that the Holy Trinity's presence

was not predetermined
well enough?

Belief in the future
is always better.

Please sing for us.

The Holy Tribunal would like to
hear one of your songs.

One of those

that you describe as
the "songs of our mothers."

"Winds"

of the people

carry me.

Winds of the people

tear me away with you.

Scatter my heart

and swell in my throat.

Winds of the people carry me

"and tear me away with you."

Enough!

We have heard you
and... understood.

Is the accused aware that
heretics who do not plead guilty

are sent to the stake?

I am aware of that.

Then once more
do you plead guilty?

No!

No, I won't do it!

I am not guilty!

Jose Ont is sentenced to 200
strokes of the whip

and a 5-year term as a galley
slave.

Manuel Sanchez Velasco is
sentenced to 200 strokes of the

whip and a 2-yearterm as a
galley slave.

We declare Pablo Otero to be a
devout heretic,

a rotten member of
the Christian community.

As he reconciled with the Church
by foreswearing his heresy,

he is sentenced to an
8-year galley term.

Mario Rosario Gomez is sentenced.

No!

What for?

What for, I ask you people?

Open up, Francisco!

- He still won't open up?
- No.

My God, I'm afraid!

Francisco!

I beg you.

What is it?

I'm bringing you
something to eat.

I'm not hungry.

No matter-
I'll put it here for you.

You're possessed by
evil spirits, Francisco.

I won't say anything.

There's nothing to say.

Heresy is what it is.

I did it in two nights.

What do you think?

How many reales will I get
for each one?

I intend to exhibit them.

That what an unbelievable
sacrilege!

The man who painted these is one
of the most important artists

- in all Spain!
- You're a painter too?

No, Senora, a student.
You're a heretic! A heretic!

- How much does that one cost?
- What's it cost?

I'm sorry, Senior, but those
paintings are already sold.

A pity. To an art enthusiast
no doubt.

Nice art! To the stake with
this painter, this blasphemer.

Along with his paintings!

Jesus Christ be praised.

For eternity. Amen.

His Eminence, the venerable Lord
Grand Inquisitor,

expects you
in his office right away.

Blessed be the Holy Virgin.

Thrice blessed.

As for the bullfight painting,

it is a scene from folk life.

It conceals no forbidden ideas.

These paintings

are pious works.

There aren't any naked
woman's bodies.

Even the legs of the Holy Virgin
are modestly covered.

Nothing is depicted

that is contrary to the
Church's commandments.

The paintings of the Holy
Tribunal and the procession

re? Ect the cleansing terror

to which the Holy Inquisition
aspires in God's name.

My son

you should give these paintings

as a gift to the Inquisition.

I consider it as a
special honor,

if you deem me worthy of it,
Your Eminence.

The Holy Inquisition will impart
fitting recognition unto you.

The Almighty gives us
the right to mercy.

Sometimes.

Do not cry, my daughter. It is
the will of the Lord.

"Let the child come unto me,"
says our Redeemer.

And thus it is God's will to
take the children of Spain

unto him. There, with him
it will be better.

Throat disease has taken away
many children already.

No.

I am to blame, believe me
I alone.

I sacrificed my little daughter.

She gave me the lie - that woman
told me to send you

to Madrid, and now I'm being
punished. The devil made the

lie come true. Witch!

A thrice-cursed witch!

Your daughter died I was told.

- I came in order to.
- You dare come here?

To my house?

First you kill my child,

then you come here to
shamelessly mock me?

- Control yourself, Francisco!
- You planned it all!

You wanted to steal everything
I hold dear!

You'd do anything to have me
for the lust of your loins!

Your accursed

infertile loins! You witch!

Senor Goya

from the village of Fuentetodos.

You have remained
what you always were

a simple-minded farmer.

You want to be a Spanish noble?
You're a common court jester!

You don't need to be a witch to
get you dancing like a puppet.

You're a jumping jack,
a straw man!

Yes, come on you idiot farmer!

Your arms are
stronger than mine.

Pace!

What's wrong with you, Pace?
Everything will be fine again.

Everything will be fine.
Please believe me!

- Any word from your wife?
- N at yet.

It is a mockery to assemble such
Peers merely because some

backward doctor received his
license to practice medicine.

And precisely when we should be
mourning your spouse's death.

You know who the
new Ambassador is?

He sentenced the poor
French King to death.

Excellency, their Majesties
await you.

I've already requested not to be
addressed as "Excellency."

The officials of our Republic
are called "Citizen."

Since the title "Citizen" is not
usual in Spain, I forgot it.

Please forgive me, Excellency.

His Excellency, the Ambassador
of the Republic of France!

Your Catholic Majesties!
Your Royal Highnesses!

Your Excellencies!

It is a great honor to represent
the newly-founded Republic of

France in the Kingdom of Spain
for the first time.

I take this opportunity to
assure you that my government

and the French nation are
anxious to establish a bond of

friendship with the Spanish
people, in keeping with

- our revolutionary principles.
- Yes, yes. We're happy.

We are glad to receive this
confirmation of friendship

from the Ambassador
of the French Republic.

We regret that our country is,
at this time, in deep mourning

over a great loss.

But that's life. Joy and
suffering often go hand in hand.

Yes, yes. We're really
full of sorrow.

- Do you love her very much?
- That's no longer important.

I don't understand. Why did you
let her leave with the Abbot?

Dona Lucia wished
to accompany him.

Anyway, she can also serve
our interests in Paris.

Miguel, I have to tell you
something.

I am happy to know you.

Senores! Pablo Otero is free.

He is on his way to France.

Let's not celebrate too early.
Wait until he's out of danger.

The Abbot can't get him over the
mountains 'til early tomorrow.

I I didn't go to the funeral

because I thought it
better to keep my distance.

But I feel for you deeply.

I once had to advise you, dear
friend, not to let any more

rumors about you arise.

You preferred to throw my
sisterly advice to the wind.

I'll be frank: It's no longer
about you.

I'm thinking of those who'll
bear the name 'Alba' after you.

Pardon me, but I don't
understand, Madam.

But I infer from your comments
that I have incurred.

Your Majesty's displeasure.

You are clearly unwilling

or unfit to protect the
honorable name of Alba,

as it is your duty to do.
I must therefore help you.

I did not ask for your help
Madam. I don't want it.

I must entreat you to stay
away from Madrid,

at least for the
period of mourning

3 Years?

The length of the
mourning period

for the widow of a
1st class Peer.

I am deeply grateful for your
motherly concem.

To take the opportunity
to leave more portraits

of me for posterity,

the painter Francisco DE Goya
will accompany me.

The painter Francisco DE Goya
will remain here.

His Majesty will honor him with
a great commission.

You will have to travel without
his company, ma chere.

Any more objection s?

No, Majesty. I see you have
thought of everything.

Go in peace, my child.

I have conceived of it
as follows:

You are to paint something
pretty, comfortable

and yet dignified.

I could be checking my watch or
playing the violin.

The Queen would be reading, my
youngest playing tag.

Everyone is pleasantly occupied,
yet there's a kind of dignity.

- You understand?
- Yes, yes.

If you'd give me some time,
I'd like to think about it.

That's fine, my friend - please
think. We're in no rush.

The right idea will come to you.

When it does, then let us know.

Look over there, Don Francisco.
That's an exact replica of

my frigate, the
Santissima Trinidad.

Please, my friend, be so kind
as to retrieve my ship?

Did I hear correctly? You need
me to get into the water?

Yes, please! Or else it won't
sail any more.

Here!

Don Francisco. Don Francisco!
Over here! Here!

Don Francisco!

- Please take it, Your Majesty.
- Thank you.

Yes, you make a very
stately figure.

You'll be on the picture
too, Don Francisco.

How about a short
wrestling match?

Let's feel your arm muscles!

Hmmm not bad.

- But now feel mine.
- Very well, Your Majesty.

I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but
I I didn't mean to.

Don't worry: "war is, as
war does," mon chere!

So. What now, Don Francisco?
I really gave it to you.

Now I really gave it to you!

Yes. Here is better.

Your Majesties and
Your Highnesses:

May I ask you to gather
casually over there?

How are you envisioning this,
Don Francisco?

What about my violins, my
clocks?

Everyone in a row?

I wanted to create something
dignified. I thought that the

members of the royal family
should stand in the painting as.

Kings and Infantes of Spain,
as God made them.

Your idea isn't bad, Don
Francisco. Just do it.

Would his Royal Highness, the
Prince of Asturias, kindly go

- to the corner.
- Why to the comer?

Why should the child stand
here and me in the corner?

It's artistically desirable to
bring His Majesty's figure

to its full importance.

I don't see why my dignity
isn't important!

Because you're too tall.

Be silent, Don Fernando, and
go to the corner.

No, I still don't like it.

Let's try it over there.
Please arrange yourselves

again st the opposite wall.

Maybe the light is better
over there.

Yes, like that.

No, I was wrong.

I must ask Your Majesties and
Royal Highnesses to go back to

their earlier positions.

The interaction of the colors is
not good yet.

May I ask His Highness, the
Infante, to wear a bright red.

And then His Royal Highness the
Prince of Asturias should

- perhaps wear a light blue.
- This red is my favorite color!

- You're wearing blue!
- Please stay put. Don't move.

Such effort,

such talent and imagination

have these authorities
had to muster

to bring such a blessed
country as ours to this point.

Yes.

In this picture, I see generals
who only lose battles!

Extravagance!

State coffers picked clean!

Crowned scarecrows!

And I feel the destitution of
the people, their ignorance.

- Ah, you see all that?
- Yes.

- Here?
- Yes, here!

Amazing!

I must have a lack of
imagination.

That's not what I painted.

- You didn't understand me.
- He understood you perfectly

but he's an Aragonese farmer who
plays dumb.

Which you don't need to do,
because you are dumb!

Well?

What do you think?

An unconventional picture
different, very original.

But.

Say what you mean
I won't take it badly

I'm getting used to you people.

Have the King and Queen
seen the sketches yet?

- No, nobody's asked for them.
- All the better.

Don't take it the wrong way, but
let me give you some advice.

I wouldn't treat them so
pitilessly.

Perhaps you could at least make
Carlos and Maria Luisa

look a bit friendlier.

Of all of us, you're the one
who sees this company

in the mildest terms.

I don't see them
either mild or hard

but rather: Exactly as they are!

Why are you laughing?

Come here.

Hold me.

- Are you leaving today?
- Yes, my dearest.

When will you be
done with the picture?

I don't know yet.

Little lamb, the coach is ready.

I'll be right there.

Pace, paint your picture and
come quickly to me. Make haste!

Ride as if the Inquisition were
at your heels!

I'll be waiting.

End of Part 1

June 14th

22 minutes past 10 o'clock.

You have delivered the
painting on schedule.

Show it to us, Don Francisco?

Part 2.

You did an excellent job,
Don Francisco.

It is a good and truthful work
that will bear witness

for posterity of how
we Bourbons are.

A magnificent portrait!

A big picture.

Exactly as we wanted it.

Put your hat on,
Francisco DE Goya.

Put your hat on, Don Francisco!

As of today, you are
First Court Painter to the King.

As of today, you may keep your
hat on your head in my presence.

Thank you very much.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Your Majesties!

Royal Highnesses!

May I ask you where your
heads are?

Beheaded.

Never before has a painter
beheaded an entire dynasty!

Francisco DE Goya y Lucientes
has done it.

And when the ashes of
Your Royal Highnesses

are scattered to the four winds.

Goya will live on.

Yes, you'll need to take
your hat off.

The hat of Goya the Peer from
the head of Goya the painter.

You viper's tongue!

You idiot!
You damned color dauber!

My one and only friend, Agustin!

My little lamb,
aren't you hungry?

I want to show the Sir Court
Painter our watchtower first.

Please be patient.

You have better pictures.

- And how do you like this?
- Well.

Very well.

Pity.

It's badly damaged.

It has hung here for ages,

since the time of my
great-grandfather.

This lady is a lazy lady!

You shouldn't surprise us
like that, Padilla!

Whenever I visit this lady,

she's lying naked, looking at
herself smugly in the mirror,

and lounging around.

This is Padilla, Court Jester
to my grandfather.

He was badly beaten as a child
and then no longer grew.

She does well to reside in this
tower, the naked lady.

Who would receive her otherwise
bereft of clothing as she is?

Nobody, I'd say!

And yet she is
such a beautiful lady.

- A 1st class noblewoman, a Peer.
- Good, good, Padilla. Now go.

Was this woman a Peer?

No, no.

Reminds you of the picture from
Velazquez, "Fable of Arachne."

You know, the one who
unwinds the thread?

Her hair, shoulders, her
position.

Very pretty.

Gorgeous.

But I wouldn't paint
her like that today.

And how would you?

I don't know.

In any case, it's forbidden to
paint naked women in Spain.

You probably only paint what's
permitted, Sir Court Painter.

- Have I told you I love you?
- No.

I love you, you bumpkin
from Fuendetodos.

A wonderful painting, Pace.

It looks similar to the other
one, the naked one.

No.

That was a girl of the people.

This here is an aristocrat-in-
disguise, who believes

- she belongs to the people.
- You want to anger me, Pace.

But you won't succeed.

Did you give her her true face?

Maybe that's it?

Without the borrowed dress,
exactly as she is:

Seductive and dangerous.

You're mistaken, Pace.

That

that isn't my face.

Yes, that isn't your face.
But it is you.

No.

- That isn't me!
- This lady is a lazy lady!

This lady is a.

But this lady wasn't here.
This is another one oh!

That's my Lady: Cayetana DE
Alba! Madonna in Heaven! Oh God!

Heaven have mercy! Turn away
from us the righteous wrath

of the Holy Inquisition!

Merciful God.

Oh, Marquis!

I had to see you again,
Duquesita!

Good morning, Don Francisco.
Enchanting as always,

Dona Cayetana.

Dear Marquis, how nice
to see you again!

Why do you remember a poor
exile only now?

I wasn't in Madrid. I was on
assignment in India and Africa.

But now I'm in Cadiz. My friends
and I would like to invite you

to go hunting for a few days,
Duquesita.

- You as well, Don Francisco.
- I won't be coming along.

- But you, Duquesita?
- I don't know.

No, she won't be going either.

When shall we leave, Marquis?

- When ever you'd like.
- But I said

you're not going.

- I am going. So early tomorrow?
- Splendid!

But first, dear Marquis,

perhaps you would like
to go up to your room.

- Eufemia!
- My little lamb.

Eufemia, show the
Marquis his room.

Why are you acting like this?
I won't be bossed around!

You won't accompany him
that ape, that.

You're mistaken, my dear.
I decide what I do and allow.

Pace!

We were being dumb.
Be reasonable again, Pace.

I'll accompany the Marquis and
be back in a few days.

Then you won't find me here.

I would truly regret that, Pace.

You cannot change me. You have
to take me as I am.

I've said that I'm going, and I
will go. But I promise you

I'll be back in a few days and
all will be as it was. Yes?

No it won't be!

Whore!

I regret that the picture
had to suffer.

Name your price and
Eufemia will pay for it.

My God, how dumb you are, Pace.

You have understood
absolutely nothing.

I have always loved only you,
Pace. You never realized that,

you stupid fat, old man.

Do you think I want to? Y
to Hell with the others?

You wicked, ugly and lonely man!

You're bad and jealous and
boundlessly stupid.

But I'm only fond of you -
only you, you outspoken painter!

Accursed witch!

Taking me for a fool.

You unfaithful, vain,
depraved WITCH!

What's your name?

- My name is Gil.
- Very well, Sancho Panza,

I'm in need of you.

But my name is Gil,
not Sancho Panza!

Don't be so insulted. You're as
much Sancho Panza as I am

Don Quixote. Anyway, how
about it, amigo?

- Shall we go to Saragossa?
- To Saragossa?

- That's too far for me.
- What'd you charge for it?

- 800 reales.
- I don't hear very well.

- 800. 800!
- I see. 500.

Your poor hearing won't make it
any easier for my mule and me.

I wish you luck, you high-bum.

My final offer

785!

Agreed. How about 600?

Damn it! Go to the Devil with
whatever he wants!

You know what you're trying to
barter for? No common mule!

No! The most famous mule in all
of Spain. His name is Valeroso!

His father's father that was
the donkey Constants, who once

threw a heretic from his back,
one Thomas Trebino.

A pious donkey he was!

A good whore needs
no matchmaker. So..

- 750! That's final!
- Stop yelling at me!

You'll always get the shorter
straw, because you can hear me,

but I can't hear you.

Say 650, then it's done,
and we won't fight any more!

Listen, my Sancho Panza

I'm neither Sancho nor Panza.
My name is Gil.

Yes. You're right,

as always.

Believe me, my dear Sancho Panza.

They they want to destroy us!

But we'll keep our chins up, eh?

- Who wants to destroy us?
- The demons!

The evil spirits, they want to
scare us.

- Scare us? Why?
- Even those we once loved

- and now despise.
- Just eat, Valeroso.

But courage!

They won't succeed with us.

Because we're Aragonese! And
our mothers suckled us with

defiance instead of milk!

It doesn't matter that we're
both deaf, Sancho Panza.

Says you!

We'll deal with it. Definitely.

The deaf can see better, so they
paint better too.

We will paint as we
never have before!

Things have a hidden sense...

and a hidden melody.

We will capture it...

because we are deaf.

The deaf see and hear better.
You understand?

You are right, as always.

One must recognize the hidden
sense of things.

No need to fear, we'll do it.

Some will call us crazy.

That doesn't matter either.

We'll wander around until our
hands no longer shake.

We'll do it. And why?

Because we're Aragonese.

Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up!

Hey! Come push!

Go on!

Many thanks for the help.

Thank you, Seniority!

Giddy up! Giddy up!
Come on, Sancho!

- Well then.
- You can stay the night with

- me and my mother if you'd like.
- No, I've got to head back.

- What'd you say?
- It's along way to Cadiz.

And it'll be twice as far, as
I'll be traveling alone.

It's completely up to you.

We agreed on

800 reales. Take it.

On 650.

- And not a penny more!
- You stubborn mule, you!

It is as I said: 800 reales!

- You won't get the better of me!
- No, my deaf friend.

- You'll need the money.
- Take it!

That is your money!

I have more money than you
think. I am the Court Painter!

And I am a mule-driver.
You understand me?

Farewell, my deaf friend. It was
nice traveling with you.

I wish you good health.

Take the money, I beg you!

Go, Sancho Panza, and light a
candle for me. For my health.

I can do that.

Layout should need me again,

you know well where I while
away my days.

And my name is Gil.

My name is Gil!

Sit down, Francisco.

Mama, you must speak very
clearly- and slowly.

- I am now totally deaf.
- Sit down and drink your Rosoli.

You don't need to say anything.
I know everything.

You are late in finding your way
home. In Madrid, you became

arrogant and conceited.

I always told you

that you won't evade
your punishment,

that you will come to a bad end.

The worst deaf man is he

who does not wish to hear!

Drink!

Come. I will bathe you,
Francisco.

Can you understand that?

I'd like to try to explain
it to you.

What you see here, the
monsters on these pages,

I saw with my own two eyes.

You need only speak slowly.

I have learned to read lips.

My boy, do they torment you,
the demons?

They torment Spain.

- Are you afraid of them?
- No longer.

But maybe I've really gone mad.

I don't know, Francisco.

He who can see his insanity so
clearly is surely more

- rational than other people.
- Yes, yes.

When I let them out of me, the
demons, when I nail them down,

when I bind them to the paper,
I no longer fear them.

One shouldn't tempt fate
Francisco.

Fate has struck you hard.

Elenita is gone. You're deaf.

Poor Josepha is dead.

She was a good wife to you.

You have summoned the
demons to you.

The demons will destroy you.

I want for people to see these
monsters as they are.

I want to awaken their reason.

Monsters are always born
wherever reason sleeps, Mama.

And that's why I
will paint them.

I have to

I understand, my boy. You must
have great courage.

I will pray. The Holy Virgin
will protect you.

The audience must be postponed.
Her Majesty will send for you.

Horrible. Do I really look like
the whore with two faces?

I saw it as my duty to alert
you to these scribblings.

Such work has nothing more to do
with art. It's barbaric!

Primitive tricks of a poor fool,
the jokes of a straw puppet.

Pretty jokes That's how the
world looks to the First.

Court Painter to His Majesty!

I'm rather curious as to how the
Inquisition will react.

Heaven protect him.
Oh my God, please not that!

Jesus Christ be praised.

Will you please confim, Senior
DE Goya, that I have delivered

a letter from the Holy
Inquisition to you?

Blessed be the Holy Virgin.

Thrice blessed.

Thrice blessed.

Thrice blessed.

"The dream of reason
produces monsters."

"You, who cannot cast them off."

"Climbing up and falling down."

"Swallow, you dog!"

It is time.

It is time.

That is yours?

Yes.

And the titles are also by you?

Yes, by me.

What is the reason for these
works? Merely to express

what is in the captions or
perhaps something else?

If Your Eminence believes to
have discovered

something in my works,
a hidden meaning,

it would be purely coincidental.

L...

I'm not very clever in my
choice of words.

Why be so humble then?

On the contrary, your words have
been carefully chosen.

Whom do these works serve?

Do they serve the well-being
of the Church?

They serve the truth.

If I understand correctly, you
distinguish between the Church

and the truth?

I'm asking if you differentiate
between the Church

and the truth!

- The Church is above truth.
- A curious answer.

Extremely curious.

In Capricho Number

23, one finds the Holy Tribunal
of the Inquisition and

a condemned woman. In the
caption, you write:

"To treat a righteous woman this
way - wicked."

Wicked.

Who, in your opinion, has
treated this woman so wickedly?

The Holy Tribunal, perhaps?

Who?

Fate.

What do you see as fate? Do you
mean Divine Providence?

Forgive me, Your Eminence.
You know I'm completely deaf.

I must always guess at what you
are asking me,

and quite possibly
I misunderstood your question.

If your ears will not hear, then
perhaps your eyes will see.

The demons!

Spain,

Your Eminence.

But I believe in God.

Let that be all for today.

Please close the record.

You have clearly
answered my questions.

- Eminence, please permit.
- It is pointless.

It is pointless to
keep fighting.

We would simply complicate
things even further.

Now please try to understand me.

I don't wish to hide from you
that our Holy Church is

in a diff cult position.

Sinful, heretical ideas have
confused people's souls today

and their faith in God and His
Commandments has been shaken.

We cannot accept it.

With kindness and authority,
with authority and kindness,

we unwaveringly
battle for our faith's purity.

I helped you once.

And now it is time
for you to give us your help.

Foreswear these pictures!

Think my suggestion over
in peace.

But beware of your pride.

Should it give you the
wrong advice,

consider the consequences

because they are heavy.

Now leave me.

Please follow me.

Stop.

Close up.

May God forgive us for these
sinful pictures.

This is no longer a Church.
Satan was at work here.

This is not a prison!

Long live the revolution!

Where is Quintana?

In chains.

Quintana: In chains.

Maria Rosario: Executed.

Jovellan cs: Arrested.

Pablo Otero: In exile.

Together with the others.

The new king and the Inquisition
rage like never before.

Francisco,

you must leave Madrid.

For a long time, I'm afraid.
Perhaps forever.

They don't care what kind of
painter you are, great or small.

You drew the Caprichos about the
horrors of war,

you and no one else. And they
won't forgive you for it.

The Inquisition has warned the
painter Goya twice.

There is no third warning.

So you'd like to devour me?

But see: I myself am feasting!

The dead to their graves!

The living onto the tables!

I still have all my teeth
and my appetite.

Splendid!

Where is Goya?

Where is Goya?

Goya is gone.

No one can escape
divine retribution.

I condemn Goya to
eternal oblivion.

He is cursed.

Cursed and forgotten
for eternity.

Translation and subtitles by
Evan Turner.

Song Translation by J.L. Gili

@2008 DEFA Film Library
University of Massachusetts Amherst