"Only a coward would permit a child to be present during a rape." "We're not going to rape you." "It'll be much worse." "But aside from Sátur, is there anyone else who knows where the place is?" "No." "~ Sátur." "~ Why do you know my name?" "Who are you?" "You'll fight among yourselves with fists." "Whoever loses dies, whoever wins is saved." "Help!" "Whoever won't play dies." "The end of the world!" "You're in no condition to fight." "They've stormed the palace." "They're going to kill them." "You'll fight with him." "If you harm her, I'll kill you." "Juan!" "I'm sure you had many suitors." "I rejected them all." "Please, father, help us, come and help us, please." "What's happened to me?" "My God, I don't want to die." "I never imagined you could be such a scoundrel,... such a liar and so mean." "I'd rather die alone than by your side." "It's not possible that you've never been with another man." "I chose you, Juan." "You and I are a team." "The Red Eagle." "Where are you, Son?" "Help!" "Catalina, shut up!" "Don't you understand is that no matter what we do, we're dead?" "Get up!" "Your obligation is to maintain order." "Do it." "My son died in his mother's arms, and shortly after, so did she." "Now it's your turn." "Sátur, I don't know where Margarita is, nor even Alonso, so you have to remember." "Look at it, look at it!" "I'm not sure about this, but I think he went into the woods." "Here you have your miracle." "The arrow creased the rat, and the blood fell on the Virgin's cheek." "One, two, and...three." "Please, please!" "Dad!" "Martín!" "This letter was from Gonzalo to my sister." "It's me, Gonzalo." "There was no fireball!" "I already told you that nothing would happen." "~ Master?" "~ He remembers, he remembers us!" "What's that?" "It's my mother's missal." "This has to signify something." "It hides something, for sure." "Here we go again!" "He strikes back again with the same old mantra." "~ Sátur." "~ Excuse me." "I don't want to say anything, Master,... but couldn't it be that your mother used it to be able to follow up the Holy Mass?" "Maybe since she's French...maybe she didn't properly understand the homily." "If it weren't so significant, why was it so well hidden?" "I'm not saying that this doesn't kill well,... but blood gets so strongly stuck on it that...that..." "There's no way to remove it." "Wait." "This page is a bit thicker than the rest." "Sátur!" "What are you doing?" "No...if this isn't..." "I have hands that seem made out of wood." "Don't worry, tomorrow I'll dry it in sunlight, then it'll turn drier than the desert." "Wait, wait, Sátur." "That's French?" "What's that?" "I'm going to have his third child and he doesn't come see me anymore." "I'm scared." "Everything will work itself out." "I want to see you and your children, Laura." "I'll wait for you at dawn in the tower of the castle of souls." "My mother used to meet with my father in the castle of souls." "~ We have to go there." "~ Wait, wait." "I know you don't believe in these things,... but it's my duty as a squire to inform you... that in that castle of souls,... the cries of children can be heard." "And they say there's a woman who plays music to attract men." "And anyone who sees her... well...dies." "We'll go in the morning." "Now what...!" "?" "Look, I know you, Catalina." "Are you sure nothing's wrong?" "Look at your face, with dark circles." "Well, yes, I'm great, Margarita,... what it means is that, well, in my family we always had dark circles." "Good, go with God." "Go on, I'll wait for you to get upstairs." "It was good to see you again." "So this is where you live." "What do you want?" "To remind you that I am the authority." "And since I have this authority,..." "I have my rights." "Then, if I haven't misunderstood you, your father had stopped speaking with your mother,... and they gathered here to clear the air, is that right, Master?" "That's it, Sátur." "You should see how men are." "So many promises and promises... until they get their dicks into us." "But, I also tell you that you're not like your father." "If I can learn whom my mother met with inside there,..." "I'll know who my father is." "There's only one way in." "All right, you can climb whatever way you want... but then you open the door for me at once." "So if something should happen to us, let it happen to both of us altogether." "Hide the horses and wait for me here." "If you meet the lady in white, don't look at her." "You should come straight to me, you understand?" "Master, are you all right?" "My shoulder, Sátur!" "I'm sorry, I should have checked the equipment." "Sátur, my shoulder!" "I've dislocated my shoulder, Sátur." "~ Snap it back into place." "~ No." "~ What do you want me to do?" "~ Yank." "Yank!" "One, two,... and three!" "Sorry!" "Are you all right?" "What?" "~ Making yourself up for a tryst?" "~ Cipri, what are you doing here?" "Go away!" "Last night I saw you feeling up the guard in the street." "Have you forgotten about Floro?" "Your husband is risking his life in the Americas to provide a better life for you and your children... yet you..." "What you were doing has no name." "Well, yes." "Indeed there's a name for it." "You're not saying anything, right?" "Ay, Juan, for God's sake!" "When I was very small and my mother used to treat me, she used to say..." ""safe, sound, with the tail of a cat,... ~ "if I'm not better today..." ~ "You'll heal up in a while."" "Yes." "How handsome you are." "Juan." "Don't worry." "In three months it'll be fine." "We can get married as planned." "At the feast of San Isidro." "Sure." "Good." "I have to go soon because I have to visit a patient who lives far away." "Fine, but will you be home for dinner?" "I don't think I'll be back in time." "Bye." "See you later." "Hi, Dad." "Hi, are you doing your homework?" "Come on, Alonso, give me a hand." "I have to get to the palace earlier, since the Marquesa has asked me to." "Rembrandt is here." "Rembrandt?" "The painter!" "Yes." "He's asked the Marquesa to pose for him." "Well, you see... a homey type, humble, charming... nicer than maravedíes." "You know Rembrandt?" "Rembrandt?" "How would I not know him!" "One night I was out on the town with him along with the three graces." "How tiny were those three!" "Just the way he painted them." "Sátur, that wouldn't be Rembrandt,... but Rubens." "Let me tell you that I know whether I was with Rembrandt or with Rubens." "What happened is that maybe this guy Rubens was thrilled with the pose so he copied it,... much in the style of artists everywhere." "Then, only by naming it a "tribute"... and now he's going to paint the Marquesa?" "You don't know anything about Rembrandt." "You should know he doesn't like to paint girls,... those ones he won't paint, but otherwise." "Well, it's not surprising that he's focused on the Marquesa, she's much a pretty looking woman." "She looks good to you?" "Well, she don't seems so to me." "If you strip away the clothes, the jewelry, the coiffeur... what have you got left?" "That's that." "Master, I don't know, but the way you tell it..." "I wouldn't mind to get to see it." "I just hope you'll do justice to my beauty." "If I'm to lead the salon of the king of the Netherlands, I'd like to meet expectations." "What's important now... is that you keep still,..." "Marquesa." "Marquesa." "Good day, Hernán." "Breakfast will be served in the gilded room today." "When you told me that Rembrandt would be painting you... this wasn't exactly the type of pose I'd imagined." "Imagination has never been your strong point, my dear." "After that, you're going to leave very little to the imagination." "If you permit me,..." "I'm going to clean the brushes." "It seems that nudes make you uncomfortable." "Who's going to say you'll get so many... of your wife's ways in such a short time." "If it doesn't bother you to be watched nude all over the kingdom of Flanders,... it's not me who would be uncomfortable." "The commission is to display the most beautiful woman in the kingdom of Spain." "That's me." "By the way, this evening the painting will be displayed at the Academy of San Lucas." "If you were my wife I'd never permit you to exhibit yourself like that." "Exactly --- if I were your wife." "And Nuño?" "I don't know whether he has anything to do with this." "It's art, Hernán." "Right." "Have you thought about how you're going to explain this to him?" "It will be an honor for Nuño if his mother passes into posterity." "To pass into posterity is very good, Lucrecia,... but all that depends on the way you pass." "I haven't seen you eat with such an appetite for several years, Miss." "It's good to see you like this." "Don't you think everything looks nicer?" "It looks like it always does." "Miss Eugenia,..." "I think someone's here to see you." "Juan." "Just in time for breakfast with me." "Look, Eugenia, I wanted to see you." "Yeah, me, too." "I wanted to talk with you about what happened the other day." "It was a bit of madness, I know that." "The maddest thing we've ever done." "Juan, you've always led me to do things that nobody else would do." "That's why ever since I was a girl I knew I wanted to be with you." "Welcome back, Juan." "Mom, Dad!" "The Duke and Duchess of Olaizola." "Juan." "We're very happy that you're returned to be among us." "Thankfully you've defined yourself, dear." "As soon as Eugenia gave us the news... we got in contact with the Cardinal Archbishop of the town." "You'll get married in the Cathedral." "within three months." "Three months?" "At the feast of San Isidro." "Doesn't that seem to be the perfect date to conduct a wedding?" "And we notified your parents." "Catalina, has my dress already arrived for the presentation of the tableau?" "No, ma'am, it still hasn't arrived." "But it should be here on time, Madam Marquesa." "It should have been here several hours ago." "Catalina, go out to the road to wait." "To the road, ma'am?" "~ By myself?" "~ Yes." "But can't Margarita go with me?" "I need her to make me a gather." "To the road this instant, and don't return without it." "Yes, ma'am." "You know, Catalina, sometimes it seems like you're 12 years old." "Let's move it!" "Go on, help me with this,... or the water would cool off." "Look, let's go." "Oh, my God, Marta!" "Run, help get this off of me." "If the Marquesa seems me like this, she'll kill me." "Mother of God!" "Hurry, clean up the floor." "Clean up the floor, hurry." "Do you want something, sir?" "Yes... a receptacle for the brushes, but..." "This isn't the kitchen, is it?" "No, this is the wrong door." "It's downstairs." "Excuse me." "It's magic!" "It's a magic stone!" "No, Alonso, it's a lodestone." "Murillo, back to your seat." "It's a mineral which was discovered in Asia more than 20 centuries ago." "And as you see, even with the harder force I impose,... the lodestone will always attract iron." "You see?" "Go on, you can leave." "At last class is over!" "Very interesting, teacher." "Thus the bodies attract,... no matter what force is imposed?" "Well, Lucrecia, not always." "Sometimes they repel each other." "But which isn't known until put to the test." "How's my son?" "Good, he's adapting." "Gonzalo, do you like art?" "Sure, I'm a teacher." "Perfect, because Rembrandt is painting my portrait." "If you come this afternoon to the unveiling you can contemplate a genuine work of art." "I'm very sorry, Lucrecia, but I can't make it." "Some people say you can see works of art every day." "If you change your mind, I'll be in the Academy of San Lucas." "Good." "Thanks." "Gonzalo." "Lucrecia." "Goodbye, ma'am." "What did she want?" "To invite me her portrait's presentation." "Very nice." "So you said yes, right?" "No, I told her no." "I've never in my life seen a real painting... you have to take us, please." "What about homework?" "When will we do homework?" "Excuse me, excuse me, Master, pardon my interruption, but the boy is right." "Because no matter how hard you theorize about a chiaroscuro, if one can't see with one's own eyes what's a bright thing and a dark thing..." "This is like someone trying to theorize about what is...is love." "If you don't experience it on your own...well...no..." "Go on, go look for your friends." "Good, so then...?" "Yes." "How little it takes to make a child happy." "Beat it." "Have you got the horses ready?" "The horses...no..." "Are you planning to climb again already...?" "Yes." "You have a bad shoulder." "You're not in a good shape to go jumping." "Besides, I'll tell you one thing, until you cure that shoulder,..." "I prohibit you from going to the castle." "Tie me up instead, Master." "Tie me to the rope and I'll be the one to go down there." "If I kill myself,... the world would not stop turning, but if something happens to you..." "Just thinking about it makes me queasy." "Sátur, my mother was inside." "If there's anything there, I'll find out." "I don't dare to watch this." "If you don't mind, I'm taking the horses." "Let's go." "Stubborn...!" "Stubborn like himself alone." "It's bad enough that he's besotted into doing something, it makes it impossible for him to listen to reason." "I don't know..." "I don't know whether he lacks what it takes, or... or if it's too much for him." "Relax, Saturno." "Relax, you're a grown man." "I say you don't have to believe in souls." "Help!" "I'm sinking!" "Help!" "I'm drowning!" "Master!" "Help!" "I'm drowning!" "Help!" "I'm drowning!" "~ Sátur!" "~ Master!" "Don't move, don't move." "How can I not move, if I'm drowning?" "Sátur, if you move, you'll sink faster." "Help!" "Grab this." "Easy, easy, easy." "Pull with more power!" "That's it, good, your hand!" "What a scare!" "Nuño." "Were you aware the painting was to be like this?" "No." "Please, Commissioner, you have to prevent my mother from displaying this painting at the academy." "Nuño, your mother can show this painting wherever she wants." "I'm nobody to stop her." "The teacher is going to bring all the kids from school to see the painting." "I'm very sorry." "Normal mothers don't pose nude in paintings." "Why can't I have a normal mother?" "Nuño, your mother is an unusual person." "For better or worse." "If you changed one thing you'd change all of her, and she wouldn't be herself." "We have to accept people as they are." "It's going to be humiliating." "I can't bear this." "Of course you can." "Never be ashamed of the person who gave you life." "Never." "Are you coming with me?" "I don't think I can, Nuño." "Please, no, no!" "Cipri, for God's sake, what are you doing here?" "I won't allow you to do this to Floro." "Wait." "We're going to see what your family makes of all this." "Let's see if you dare to tell your sister that you're cheating on the father of your children,... with the first guard you've come across." "If you don't come with me, I'll go by myself and say what you've been up to." "Let it be, Cipri." "Let's go!" "Don't touch me, no!" "Don't touch me, don't touch me, don't touch me!" "Don't touch me!" "He raped me, Cipri." "He raped me." "Catalina." "Catalina, I..." "Go away, Cipri, go away!" "Catalina?" "The Marquesa's clothing." "Go on, scrub well, you grabbed half the pond." "Hello." "Ay, Sátur, I'm sorry." "For God's sake, I need a private moment, that one is here... trying to clean himself..." "What happened to him?" "Nothing...a cart splashed mud on him." "A cart, you say?" "Dad, here I've got some paper to paint a picture of the Marquesa for the exhibition." "But why are you naked?" "Now the kid." "Why not summon the neighbors... and sell tickets to the function?" "You're going to see the painting of the Marquesa?" "Sure, the kids want to examine the work of a painter closely." "The Marquesa went to the school to invite my Dad... and since he's the teacher..." "I'd be grateful --- God!" " that this so nice conversation... take place somewhere else,... as it's very difficult to wash." "Of course she invited you." "The teacher can't let her down, can he?" "Very well, so let's go there." "Are you coming, too?" "Sure." "Let's go!" "They've seen all of my private parts." "Let's see what can I wear now, my clothes have become like... like a pig's butt." "What's that?" "It's from the Franciscans." "The order of Augustín." "God blesses us, Master!" "But what else is there in that quicksand?" "Where did you get it?" "~ Me, ma'am?" "It was late in arriving in the cart." "~ Give me the clothes." "Ma'am." "Yes." "If you don't mind, I'd like to be excused from attending the exhibition." "I'm not well." "Catalina, you're my lady of confidence, you have to be with me at all times." "Although, in truth, to have you by my side wearing such a long face, I'd prefer that you stay here." "I'm sorry." "~ I'm sorry if I said something..." "~ It doesn't matter" "It doesn't matter, Cipri." "We have to do something." "We can't allow this walking abortion strut around as if nothing had happened." "No one did anything to me." "Are we together on this?" "But we can't just leave it like this." "And what do you want to do?" "I don't know...we have the guards for a reason." "The guards?" "For a woman of my social class, there is no justice." "You know what the first thing the lords do when you arrive to serve in a palace?" "Do you know?" "When I first came into this palace, I was lucky that the marqués didn't put an eye on me,... he already had someone else." "A little girl who was silent so her parents wouldn't suffer." "Catalina, as long as that guard is free to walk around..." "No, Cipri." "I don't want to carry the load of the shame of this to go public." "Right?" "I have a husband and two children." "What are they all going to think?" "The same as you." "That it was my fault." "Nobody thinks that you..." "Drop it, Cipri!" "That's how it is." "The life of the poor is this:... swallowing, swallowing, and swallowing... until you blow up." "And now, please, go away." "Beat it!" "Irene, my dear." "I'm so keen to see the picture!" "In the convent we had a rendition of the sacrifice of Isaac." "By God!" "Nuns are the ones who really know how to brighten up a wall." "Excuse me." "~ What a surprise." "~ Lucrecia." "I'm glad you reconsidered." "I haven't come here to see the painting." "I only came in case Nuño needed my support." "Nuño?" "Nuño's coming?" "Him and the whole class." "The teacher brought them." "Let's go, wait here, Alonso." "Let's go." "Remember we're going back to the quicksand when this is over." "We have to find out why that cross was in there." "Again...!" "How are you planning to do that?" "There's only way:" "I'll have to go into it." "Excuse me, Hernán." "Gonzalo?" "It's good that you came." "Gonzalo, it was a personal invitation." "Sure, I thought it would be a good experience for the kids." "Sure." "Dad, can we move up a bit closer?" "We want to see Rembrandt in body and soul." "Sure." "Come on." "Listen." "Mark it well, tomorrow in school I want to see the drawings." "All right?" "Excuse me, Gonzalo." "Nuño." "~ You'll see, the painting..." "~ Mom, I've already seen it." "I know you're nude." "I hope it makes you as happy as unhappy it makes me." "Nuño, I didn't bring you up to think that way." "Only the weak feel shame." "They painted me when I turned 18." "Thanks." "Dad." "Eugenia, my girl, I'd like to talk with Juan." "Alone." "I suppose you already figured it out." "But it's worth saying how much I value Eugenia's wellbeing." "She's my only daughter,... and there's nothing I love more in all the world." "I already know that, sir." "I know you couldn't wait." "I'm sorry, sir." "I apologize." "No, no, Juan." "I don't want you to give me an explanation." "My daughter is now a dishonored woman,... and as you well know, if you won't marry her,... no other man will do it." "I know." "I only demand of you... that you keep this mistake between us,... and that you fulfill your obligation." "Or else you would destroy my daughter's life, and my family's,..." "I couldn't tolerate something like that." "Do I have your word?" "You have it." "Attention, please." "Now I am about to unveil... my latest work." "By the mother of beautiful love!" "What are you looking at?" "There's nothing to see there!" "Come on, let's go, Alonso, come on." "No, don't copy it down." "I'm not accustomed to being laughed at." "Madam, when I paint,... it is what the beauty demands." "No, no, let's go, Alonso." "Let's go, don't copy it anymore." "Don't copy it, there's nothing to see here." "Go away." "Move..." "This seat is vacant, right?" "Yes, sir." "Innkeeper." "Three wines." "Are you a deaf, innkeeper?" "Wine." "Be generous, hey?" "Is there a problem?" "If you have a problem..." "No, sir." "Good." "This mug is dirty." "I'll go get another one." "Move your ass, innkeeper." "Juan!" ""WHORE"." "Decent women don't do what you have done." "Who painted this on my door?" "Who painted this on my door?" "Come on, whoever it is, come clean it off." "Cowards, you're just a bunch of cowards." "What do you know about me?" "Eh, what do you knows?" "What's that?" "You know nothing about me." "Who painted that there?" "Who wrote that, Dad?" "Hey, Alonso, go find something so that Sátur can clean it up." "Margarita, Margarita." "Gonzalo, leave me alone." "Sure, but who wrote that?" "Who wrote that?" "If I learn who wrote that on the door, he'll have to swallow my dick!" "Come on, man!" "Fucking vermin, get out of here!" "Should you see something like that?" "What do we do now, Master?" "After all, this painting is going to be on display there for the whole day... and then it'll be taken on a trip back to Holland." "No." "No about what?" "That painting isn't going back to Holland." "And how not?" "Ma'am, what do we do with the painter's baggage?" "He left the palace so quickly..." "I don't care, the trinkets of this fake painter..." "I won't care if you burn them up." "And finish cleaning at once, you'll poison us with that soap." "Yes, ma'am, it's done." "I don't know what may have caught his eye of that...vulgar girl." "Do you think that Margarita deserves to be in the painting more than me?" "Ma'am, I... about paintings, I know nothing." "I don't think you should take this like that,... ~ it's not so serious..." "~ I shouldn't take it this way?" "You have no idea of the humiliation this has brought down on me." "He come to paint the most beautiful woman in Spain,... and a...servant has been substituted for me!" "Now do you get it?" "Get rid of that cloth!" "You're poisoning me." "Catalina, for God's sake, this stinks!" "Ma'am, I'm sorry." "How quickly you start with incontinence, go, go change." "~ Yes, ma'am." "~ And order this to be cleaned." "Yes, ma'am." "Ma'am, they brought this." "Leave it on the table." "You may go." ""Margarita, let me give you this cream as a gift..." ""a skin as beautiful as yours..." ""should never wilt." ""An admirer."" "They've withdrawn the painting." "It should be inside the academy." "Well, they must be very scared of thieves, Master,... because beyond that door there are more spears than in a brothel." "I'll distract the guards, you go in and snatch the painting." "And, Sátur, quietly." "Eh!" "Quietly, he said?" "I don't want to bother you, Mister Commissioner, but..." "I've come to report a crime which happened in town, and... since you represent the law..." "Speak." "It's one of your men." "~ One of my men?" "~ Yes, sir." "It was the day of the end of the world." "One of your men, he grabbed a woman of the town, and... took by force what wasn't his, if you see where I'm going... and...he injured her." "Are you saying he raped her?" "Yes, that's right." "And it's not fair because he destroyed her life...and he... he struts around as if nothing happened." "Would you be able to tell me who he is?" "Yes, sir, just recently he was in my inn." "Good." "Come with me." "This one here?" "No." "Commissioner." "It was him." "Are you sure, innkeeper?" "You can trust me on this." "To falsely accuse someone is a very grave offense." "I hope you're not confused, innkeeper." "I wouldn't accuse someone without being totally sure." "That's bad." "Very bad." "I won't allow my men to be so sloppy." "You have to be much more discreet in your affairs." "You decide the punishment." "Let him learn not to question authority." "What are they going to do to me?" "Leave me alone!" "She...she had more than words with the painter." "Do you think Margarita is capable of that?" "Well, the truth is that Catalina told me that even from a young age her reputation was a bit shaky." "Yes, yes, well besides that, you've seen her in the corridors of the palace... feeling up the Dutch guy." "Is that right?" "Who saw me?" "Who saw me?" "I'm asking YOU." "Have you seen me doing what you said?" "No, no, not me." "Well, then, don't talk about what you haven't seen." "You all have very big tongues.." "Margarita,... this was brought for you." "It could be from an admirer." "No...you're not going to open it?" "I don't want to see it." "Well, we don't want it to get rotten, do we?" "Mom." "Even though I know it's very important for you,..." "I'm glad the painting ended up being of the servant." "~ Lucrecia." "~ I'm glad that you dared to go there, too, son." "How are you?" "It's already known that painters have...eccentric tastes." "I'm glad --- because I've heard it'll be exhibited in all the capitals of Europe before arriving in Holland." "But as that no longer worries you... ~ I'm burning!" "~ Nuño, to your room." "Let's go." "My face!" "For the love of God, woman, let me see!" "Marta, go get water, go get water, run!" "What's going on?" "Madam Marquesa, she put it her face...the cream I was sent." "Show me your face." "~ Do what he says." "~ Show me my face." "My God, her face!" "What are you waiting for, take her to a doctor, go on, hurry!" "Marta, Marta, run." "Move, move.." "Have you gone mad, Lucrecia?" "Why do you say that?" "Are you going to destroy the faces of all women who put you in the shadow?" "Mind your words, Hernán." "I know you well enough to know you're behind all of this." "You'd better learn as soon as possible,... your beauty isn't eternal." "Don't lecture me." "What will you do when the king no longer wants you in his bed?" "That's not going to happen." "Someday you'll lose the interest of men,... and you'll lose all your power." "In this life,... the only person who doesn't reject you is the one who loves you." "But you've never wanted to have anybody by your side." "And you don't know how sad it is to age alone." "Alone." "What are you doing?" "Nothing..." "Making a bit of room here in the cabinet, that's all...it's a mess." "Right." "Master, one thing, Master." "You want to preserve the painting or Margarita here, inside, what for...?" "No reason." "Right, no reason." "Be honest with me, we're both men." "Don't tell me you're not going to give it a glimpse now and then." "Well, no." "Good, now you're talking." "But who saves something, later finds it." "And I think this painting... will call to you some time." "Come on, Sátur, hurry!" "Ay, God!" "My God!" "What's happening?" "This painting...it's not this painting, it's of two deer." "What?" "I swear to you that there was no other." "This is the only one that was there." "Master, I built up the mess, so let me be the one who look for it." "Well, I have some preparations,... which when applied to the skin will tighten and whiten..." "If you'll allow me." "Forget the ointments, doctor." "I want something that really works." "I don't understand, Marquesa." "I want... to look 16 years old again." "That's impossible, Marquesa." "You more than anybody should know that's not impossible." "If I've asked you to come here, it's because I was assured... that you were the best." "I know you've done it before, Doctor." "The Contessa of Duarte had a deformation,... it was necessary." "Well, it ended up perfect." "Nobody could tell." "Come, stand here." "This type of treatment has been practiced since... 2,500 years before Christ." "Blessed people, the Egyptians." "But I have to say that this type of operation has its price." "Are you laughing at me?" "Since when has money been a problem for me?" "I wasn't referring to that type of cost, Marquesa,... it could be dangerous,... and it's not always successful." "You could die." "I'll bear the risk." "You'll have to spend a few days in my clinic." "~ When would be good for it?" "~ Tomorrow is fine." "Lucrecia." "How many times have I told you not to come in without knocking?" "Get out of here." "How are you?" "Haven't you heard what they're saying about that painter and about me?" "They even tried to scar up my face, Gonzalo." "What?" "I haven't done anything." "I haven't done anything, Gonzalo, and I never posed nude for that painter,... nor have I slept with him, or anything." "Margarita, I know, I know." "What's Juan going to think of me?" "Juan already knows you." "I thought that..." "I'd already buried the past." "But I see that people don't forget." "I'm going to be asking forgiveness for the rest of my life for a mistake I made when I was 15." "Margarita, I already forgave you." "I think I'm the only one who can say anything about it." "I've ruined your life, Gonzalo." "Now it's my fault that something will mark you and the boy." "~ It's not important." "~ Alonso." "Alonso!" "Alonso, what is this?" "Alonso!" "He won't say a word." "He's this way since I found him." "Alonso, what's up with you?" "You had a fight?" "Alonso, I'm talking to you." "Nuño,... he's messed up about Aunt Margarita." "He says...that this evening, the painting heads off to France, that soon she'll be known as the Spanish whore." "Is that right?" "That thing about France, I say." "He overheard the Commissioner and his mother talking." "Aunt." "Aunt, you never slept with this guy, right?" "~ Alonso." "~ Of course not, Alonso." "Then how does he know what you look like?" "Alonso, son, haven't you heard that painters have the talent to imagine other people naked?" "On one occasion, this very Rembrandt, he imagined me naked." "Me." "He told me I portrayed to perfection what is meant by an archetypical Spaniard." "And this meant that he wanted to a portrait of me as God brought me into the world." "But you didn't pose, did you?" "No way was I going to pose!" "Don't you see that then Rembrandt wasn't famous?" "He said to me, "be careful, Saturno, this one wants to take you to the garden"." "But there's a dividing line between being brought to the garden and creating a work of art." "Thank you, Sátur." "Go on, Alonso, let me wash that." "Go on, take care of Alonso,... you archetypical Spaniard." "That's funny." "Alonso, son,... let's go see Cipri." "Let's see if he can give us a little alcohol to cure that scar." ""CLOSED"" "What's the lazybones up to now?" "No...then he'll say there's a crisis." "~ Cipri!" "~ Cipri?" "Cipriano!" "~ Cipri!" "~ Cipri!" "Cipri!" "There's nobody here." "Cipri..." "Alonso!" "Take this to your Aunt." "Tell her to treat you, I'll be along in a minute." "Come on, go." "Sátur, what is it, is something going on?" "What's going on, well...?" "Well, nothing, Cipri, but... but you're a little..." "Go on, move." "Let's go!" "Cipri, for God's sake, what happened to you?" "I'm all right." "You're all right?" "Move, let's go." "Come on, help me lift,... and I'll take to your room." "Tell me who did this to you, Cipri." "Nobody." "How could nobody do this?" "Tell me who did this!" "Who?" "A guard." "A guard...the guard who raped Catalina." "What?" "Wait, wait, wait." "Don't tell me you went to the jail." "But that was nuts, how did that occur to you?" "I have nothing to lose." "But, Cipriano, my friend, you were lucky not to be killed." "Sure, so much for telling you that you're a coward, that you overdid your guts." "If I'd had what it takes..." "I'd have killed him right here... in the inn." "But,..." "I lowered my head,... like a coward." "Cipri, Cipri!" "I know this looks bad... but I'll be back right away, I'm going to look for a doctor." "Halt." "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." "I just want the painting." "What painting?" "I'm sorry, but this woman is not yours." "You have no right,..." "And you're not going to get it." "Catalina." "Ma'am?" "Catalina, I'm going to be away for a few days on business,..." "I'm putting you in charge of the palace, and take care of Nuño." "Yes, ma'am." "Don't you want me to accompany you?" "No, I'll go alone." "By yourself?" "That's what I said, Catalina, alone, have them prepare my luggage." "Yes, ma'am, I'll give the order right away." "When do you plan on coming back?" "I don't know, Catalina." "Summon the coachman for the Marquesa at once." "Are you looking for this, Catalina?" "Did you really think you could get away with sending the innkeeper?" "You should have seen how he shouted." "Don't get tired of crying." "Save your tears for the vigil,... because this guy, if he opens his mouth again, I'll kill him." "That girl has had with the painter... more than words." "Ladies." "Goodbye." "Commissioner." "What's this all about, Commissioner?" "What am I accused of?" "For the moment, nothing." "Did anything happen with the Marquesa de Santillana that I ought to know, Doctor?" "I'm a good friend of hers, you understand I'm concerned about her health." "You can relax, Commissioner,... it's all about an intervention solely for aesthetic purposes." "Aesthetic...?" "Forget about the Marquesa de Santillana and her operation, Doctor." "The Marquesa has offered me a fee which is not inconsiderable." "I understand." "But it seems to me not to be a good idea." "With all my respects, Commissioner,... it's not you who's my patient." "And now, if there's no other matter to discuss..." "Very well, you can go." "Clean this up." "Cipri, I couldn't find the doctor." "Cipri...?" "Cipriano!" "No, no, Cipri, no." "No, Cipri, no, I shit on my crappy life!" "They're going to smash him!" "Sátur, what's going on?" "And Cipri?" "Catalina..." "I'm afraid that Cipri went to look for... the guard." "Oh, God!" "~ Oh, God!" "~ Calm down, it's just a moment ago, he couldn't have gotten far." "My God!" "~ I'm going too." "~ No, no, no!" "No, you go home, and don't worry about things." "I'll go look for him." "Master!" "Master!" "Where can this man be found?" "Alonso!" "Has your father been around?" "No, is something going on?" "This is very important, when you father arrives, tell him... to go to the jail, but in a rush... ~ You hear me?" "~ Yes, yes, to the jail." "Right." "And tell him, for God's sake, to be dressed up!" "How else would he go, if not in clothing?" "Yeah, sure, how else, man...?" "Tell him to be dressed up with everything he can." "You got that?" "Very well." "You agree?" "Marta." "How is she?" "She wants to die." "She'll stay disfigured for life." "Margarita, I'm sorry about everything we said about you, honest." "Don't worry." "Marta, are you coming?" "~ With God." "~ With God." "Ma'am." "~ Do you need something?" "~ No." "Leave, you may go,... you've done enough for today." "I'm very sorry,..." "I didn't want to be in the painting, ma'am." "Right." "You poor thing." "You never want anything, yet somehow you're always there." "I'm going to rest." "Gentlemen, excuse me,..." "I have to go piss." "You'll never again harm a woman in this life." "I never let myself be shaved by anyone with a pulse like yours." "Cipriano!" "You're going to pay for what you've done, wretch!" "No, for God's sake!" "What are you doing?" "Excuse me, this was a mistake." "Cipriano, apologize to the gentleman." "Tell him it was a misunderstanding." "We're going, it's very late." "Let's go." "Leave me alone, Sátur." "Go, for God's sake!" "~ Cipri, please!" "~ Is there a problem?" "The innkeeper, it seems he didn't get enough last time,... and came back for more." "Gentlemen, I really think there's no reason to pursue this matter beyond..." "Shut up, I wasn't talking to you." "Cipriano!" "No, no!" "Please, no!" "Take him." "Someday you'll lose the interest of men, and all of your power." "Your beauty isn't eternal." "Don't hurt us, for God's sake!" "Leave her alone!" "Please, leave me alone, please!" "I want you to watch closely to see how amused your girlfriend gets." "Please, let him go!" "I'll do whatever you want." "I know you're going to do whatever we want." "Begin." "I know her already." "No, don't touch her!" "Sátur!" "What's to eat?" "~ Taste it." "~ What?" "Margarita." "Juan, what a pleasure!" "What's wrong, why the long face?" "I'm tired, that's all." "It's good that you take care of people... but you ought to think a bit about yourself." "You're a good man." "I'm going home to rest." "~ Goodbye." "~ Goodbye." "Goodbye, Doctor." "Well, what happened to you, Sátur?" "Nothing, I fell off a horse,... you can see the nonsense." "Did you know the Red Eagle recovered the painting of Aunt Margarita?" "~ Really?" "~ Yes." "Yeah, but I tell you he'd better get rid of it soon." "I don't very comfortable knowing this picture of me naked is around somewhere." "And what can he possibly he do about it, if not... keeping it saved in his nest?" "Nor is the man going to be wandering around all day long, carrying the painting rolled up like a Talmud." "If there's no painting, then the problem goes away, right?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Although, knowing people..." "Don't worry, ma'am,... we Spaniards are very jealous, but in respect to memory, we have a sense of justice." "[we Spaniards are very jealous, but in respect to memory, we don't have very much of it.]" "And you'll see just how quickly everyone forgets about this picture." "Remember that we have to go back to the quicksand." "Master, Master, you can't do that to me." "I'm worn out." "The only thing I missed is them putting me looking toward the Mountain of Gredos, in my grave!" "All right." "I'll go alone." "You relax." "Yeah, right, and if something bad happens to you,... the remorse falls on your servant." "You're crazy!" "When you leave here, you're finished." "I don't intend to let you leave until you recover your wits." "Can you tell me what you're doing, Hernán?" "The first time I saw you was in this very place." "You'd just fallen from your horse, and you looked a way that on someone else would seem as ridiculous." "Where does this attack of nostalgia come from?" "That then I saw in you the most beautiful woman I'd seen in my entire life." "The years have passed but I'm still seeing the same woman." "I won't allow you to change anything in your body, not even one of your moles." "It bothers me that my memories change." "You know that I'm going to do what I want." "Anyway, your surgeon is a bit indisposed." "What have you done, Hernán?" "Hernán!" "Hernán!" "Where are you going?" "Hernán, wait!" "Hernán, you can't leave me here, I hate you!" "I hate you!" "Master, it's all the same to me if you call me "fag fly",... but, what's the need to get inside there,... in this quicksand,... since I almost died for doing so?" "The cross I found in your clothes is from the same order as Augustín." "I have no idea what was in there,... but if it helps me learn about my mother, I have to try." "Consider, blessed God,... that thing could have been dropped here... by anyone." "Sátur, if when the last grain falls I haven't come out, you pull me out using the horse." "Agreed?" "Don't worry." "If not..." "The clock." "Master, Master, for God's sake hurry, there aren't all that many grains!" "He's just coming out, easy." "By the Blessed Lord." "But what are they, bubbles or death rattles?" "I'm not waiting any longer." "I'll pull him out, and God's will be made." "I'm coming, Master!" "Master!" "Master, are you all right?" "And that, what's that?" "Sátur..." "What about those keys?" "Cipri." "Thanks." "Thanks for what?" "All I did just made things worse." "No, Cipri." "You were valiant." "You did what you had to,... knowing that you had everything to lose." "If there were more men like you, the world would be a better place, Cipri." "But what is this place, Master, it gives me the shivers?" "Master." "Music." "Drawings of children." "Let's get out of here, please." "Master." "Sátur." "Be patient." "I can't stand being shut up here anymore." "I don't remember the last time I saw the sun." "Augustín." "Augustín?" ""Augustín made me believe that he was taking care of my life and that of my children,..." ""but instead there are other interests which move him." ""He convinced me he would come to see me here."" "At last, Augustín." "I thought you'd forgotten about us." "Where is he?" "He's not coming, Laura." "Why not?" "You said he wanted to see us." "You've got to stay here, someone else will bring your food." "Stay here --- how long?" "Forever." "Augustín, Augustín!" "Augustín, please come back, Augustín!" "Augustín, no, please!" "You can't leave us trapped here!" "No!" "No, Augustín!" "Don't do this to us, please!" "But then Augustín shut you up here, with your mother and your brother." "But, should he be such a piece of...of...of..." "But why did he do this to you, Master?" "I don't know, Sátur." "I don't know." "You can't do this to us!" "Please, Augustín!" "Augustín!" "You can't do this to us, please!" "Augustín was my teacher, and whatever I am, I am because of him." "I want you to give me a son, quickly." "I've learned something very bad for the Commissioner, Mom." "There's not a soul to be seen in the village." "I want you to craft my wedding dress." "Are you saying that everyone died because of the water in this river?" "I can't do that by myself." "What have I been poisoned with?" "Can we go to a quieter spot?" "My blessed God, please grab the pirate Richard Blair." "I'm sure your boyfriend feels very fortunate, ma'am." "They say Nuño has raped a girl." "Guardian!" "My father has a girlfriend?" "You were a pirate?" "We were looking at the wrong map." "That's going against the code of the Red Eagle." "What code are you talking about?" "You think I've got time to organize a wedding?" "I want no more failures, not even one." "Your son's going to be decapitated, and you're not going to lift a finger to help him?" "But I didn't do anything." "The mother Isabel de Montejo, recently returned from the colonies,... at your orders." "Why do you get into these fights?" "You have no business in my life." "You have a soul stained with blood, your Majesty." "He's my fiancé." "We're going to change the course of these events." "Stubborn, stubborn as only he can be." "I'm going, and I'll leave you alone." "That I won't?" "You'll see!"