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                The Prophetess
                            
                     After a 16th-century Colombian legend                
                                                                          
   1      FADE OUT                                                   1    
                                                                          
          [The Prophetess was written according to the cinematographic     
          pattern that shouldn’t be read as a compulsory depiction of     
          reality. As digital technology narrows the gap between          
          theatre and film, I've avoided most stage directions.                
          Descriptions are meant to inspirerather than to constraint,     
          the imagination of the stage director.]                         
                                                                          
                              TITLE CARD                                  
                    Towards the end of the sixteenth                      
                    century Philip the Second, King of                    
                    Spain, undertook the invasion of                      
                    England. As the ruler of the most                     
                    powerful army of his time, ’La                        
                    Armada,’ he was challenged by                         
                    Lucrecia de Leon, a 20-year-old                       
                    maiden who foresaw the destruction                    
                    of Philip’s navy upon the English                     
                    shores.                                               
                                                                          
                                                              FADE IN:    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   2      WEEKEND HOUSE CLOSE TO MADRID, 1590. SUNRISE.              2    
                                                                          
          21 year-old LUCRECIA, wearing a white underwear dress, is       
          looking out a wide window.                                      
                                                                          
          A beam of sunlight enters, brightening her face. Her            
          expression is blank. The wind touches her hair. Her lips are    
          dry. Under the frame of the window is 29-year old DIEGO, in     
          the foreground of a terra-cotta flat landscape.                 
                                                                          
          There is a soft whisper in the air. In the distance, a small    
          cloud of dust hovers in the air. Diego comes inside the         
          bedroom and dresses quickly.                                    
                                                                          
                              DIEGO                                       
                    God!                                                  
                                                                          
          Lucrecia doesn’t move.                                          
                                                                          
                              DIEGO                                       
                         (continuing; Impatient.)                         
                    We still can escape through the                       
                    backdoor!                                             
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    They are coming for me! They won’t                    
                    harm you.                                             
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                              2.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              DIEGO                                       
                         (Taking a musket.)                               
                    Lucrecia!                                             
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (looking at him)                                 
                    The time has come. There are no                       
                    escapes.                                              
                                                                          
          Diego opens the bedroom’s door. A strong wind hits him.         
          There is a corridor and a staircase reaching the first          
          floor.                                                          
                                                                          
                              DIEGO                                       
                         (Screaming)                                      
                    Daniela!                                              
                                                                          
          The whisper sounds louder. Lucrecia looks indifferently at      
          the cloud of dust, bigger than before.                          
                                                                          
                              DIEGO                                       
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Daniela?                                              
                                                                          
          Inside feathers hover in the air.                               
                                                                          
          Sounds of horses running are heard.                             
                                                                          
          Diego steps back into the bedroom.                              
                                                                          
                              DIEGO                                       
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Bishop Larvaez...                                     
                                                                          
          Diego looks at Lucrecia, who shedding tears looks at the        
          cloud of dust.                                                  
                                                                          
          He crosses the bedroom an observes through the window the       
          panorama.                                                       
                                                                          
          He sees a group of Inquisition Soldiers marching into the       
          immediate landscape, appearing and disappearing in the          
          depressions of the field and amongst the dust cloud’s           
          opacity.                                                        
                                                                          
          One of them holds a long golden cross and another an            
          Inquisition flag.                                               
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (grasping Diego’s hands)                         
                    Had I know what your love was                         
                    about--a sword without a handle...                    
                                                                          
          Diego, seemingly struck by fear, recoils.                       
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                              3.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (continuing)                                     
                    But you know--you know I will                         
                    forgive you.                                          
                                                                          
          Diego leaves the bedroom.                                       
                                                                          
          Lucrecia goes out to the terrace and ascends the stairs to      
          the top of the house.                                           
                                                                          
          From the sky, Diego flees northwards from the house.            
                                                                          
          The Inquisition Soldiers arrive from the opposite direction.    
                                                                          
          Lucrecia raises her head to the sky.                            
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Sancta Maria! Ora pro nobis!                          
                                                                          
          Lucrecia looks to a cloud: a sunbeam casts on her.              
                                                                          
          She kneels on the floor.                                        
                                                                          
          Soldiers are forcing themselves into the house.                 
                                                                          
          Lucrecia sees the sun, powerful, shining.                       
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   3      LIVING ROOM AND PATIO MARIO’S HOUSE.                       3    
                                                                          
                              NARRATOR                                    
                    Madrid. 1585                                          
                                                                          
          16 year-old Lucrecia hesitates as she stares awestruck at a     
          broken pot. 16-year-old Diego and 16-year-old MARIO stand       
          besides her.                                                    
                                                                          
          Diego carries a heavy black cape.                               
                                                                          
          Lucrecia wears a dark red dress; Diego and Mario dark suits     
          full of lace. She looks around: a wide and dark living room.    
          There are many paintings on the walls and some statues of       
          saints.                                                         
                                                                          
          MARIO directs his fearful attention to Lucrecia.                
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    The Marquees has fallen in love                       
                    with you. He won’t denounce you--                     
                    but I will... Unless you show him                     
                    your hips, Lucrecia.                                  
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                              4.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
          16-year old DIEGO looks embarrassed at Lucrecia. Lucrecia       
          looks at Mario with an ambiguous expression--the same smile     
          depicted in The Monalisa: between sadness and irony.            
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                         (continuing)                                     
                    The Marquees often forgets that you                   
                    are a plebeian. To be frank with                      
                    you, we despise your mother. She is                   
                    a prattler who boasts about our                       
                    charity day and night.                                
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    I beg your pardon, don Mario, but                     
                    my father is an old Catholic, as my                   
                    mother and I. He will pay for the                     
                    pot.                                                  
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    Wouldn’t it be more convenient for                    
                    us to say that I broke it? My                         
                    mother won’t be bothered. Otherwise                   
                    you would jeopardize your stay.                       
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    It will be worse, don Mario, if I                     
                    disclose parts of my body. Marcela                    
                    del Piñon satisfied your curiosity                    
                    about one year ago--an error that                     
                    brought her to the convent.                           
                                                                          
          Mario guides Lucrecia to a patio, surrounded by giant white     
          walls.                                                          
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    Barely for nine months. We won’t                      
                    attempt against your maidenhood,                      
                    Lucrecia. Even though you are an                      
                    adopted child, you deserve our                        
                    respect. I’d like you to see you                      
                    taking out your dress. I assure you                   
                    that nobody on earth will know of                     
                    it. I can give you my word-- that                     
                    of a Duke.                                            
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    You are not a Duke yet, don Mario.                    
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                         (upset)                                          
                    Did you hear what this bastard                        
                    said, Marquees?                                       
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                              5.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (to Mario)                                       
                    You are visiting hell with that                       
                    insult, don Mario.                                    
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    Hell without me wouldn’t be hell,                     
                    would it?                                             
                                                                          
          Mario Laughs.                                                   
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                         (continuing; to Diego)                           
                    At what time does mother come back?                   
                                                                          
                              DIEGO                                       
                         (calm)                                           
                    In about one hour my Lord.                            
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Earlier perhaps. She went to the                      
                    Church.                                               
                                                                          
                              DIEGO                                       
                    To confess her sins, true.                            
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    Don’t play her game, Marquees. She                    
                    wants to kindle our desires.                          
                                                                          
                              DIEGO                                       
                         (blushed)                                        
                    Wouldn’t be better for us to return                   
                    home, my Lord?                                        
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    Marquees!                                             
                         (whispering to his ear)                          
                    Has this Moorish slut bewitch you?                    
                         (to Lucrecia)                                    
                    We would like to christen you!                        
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (smiling)                                        
                    What do you men?                                      
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    As I did with Marcela del Piñón.                      
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (nervously)                                      
                    We must be back at home before                        
                    sunset.                                               
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                              6.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    I will decide the hour of you                         
                    return. I’m your protector.                           
                                                                          
          Diego kneels at Mario’s feet.                                   
                                                                          
                               DIEGO                                      
                    Stop, my Lord! I beg you!                             
                                                                          
          MARIO looks at him.                                             
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    I pity him. He loves you. But                         
                    that’s a feeling you cannot                           
                    reciprocate. All your smiles are                      
                    mine. I don’t blame you. All women                    
                    in Madrid ask their daughters to                      
                    court me.                                             
                                                                          
          Lucrecia steps forward. Mario grasps her by her arm and         
          pushes her to a baroque pool, where the statue of an Incubus    
          spouts water from his groin.                                    
                                                                          
          Lucrecia cries. Mario laughs. Diego looks in horror.            
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                         (continuing)                                     
                    I have been your protector for one                    
                    year. Is not about time you start                     
                    paying your fare?                                     
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Mercy!                                                
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    I want to hear that lovely voice                      
                    from the water.                                       
                                                                          
          Mario submerges Lucrecia’s head in the water.                   
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                         (continuing)                                     
                    What are we waiting for?                              
                                                                          
          Mario lifts Lucrecia’s dress and places his body against        
          her. His expression is lusty. He laughs, touching Lucrecia’s    
          breasts with naughtiness.                                       
                                                                          
                              DIEGO (O.S.)                                
                    My Lord...                                            
                                                                          
          Mario lifts his head. Diego’s fist smashes his face. Mario      
          fells.                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                              7.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
          Lucrecia takes her head out of the water. She breaths           
          deeply.                                                         
                                                                          
                              DIEGO                                       
                         (blushed)                                        
                    I? Are you?                                           
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    You have betrayed me!                                 
                                                                          
          Mario runs away.                                                
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Oh, Diego!                                            
                                                                          
          Lucrecia embraces him. Sound of barking dogs.                   
                                                                          
                               SOFIA (O.S.)                               
                    God have mercy on him!                                
                                                                          
          Lucrecia and Diego look at each other.                          
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   4      MARIO’S HOUSE LIVING ROOM.                                 4    
                                                                          
          Mario bites on his nails. His nose is black and swollen.        
                                                                          
          He, Lucrecia and Diego stand up in front of SEGISMUNDA, a       
          haughty woman with a thick dark red dress.                      
                                                                          
          She sits on a golden chair and caresses a lapdog.               
                                                                          
          Besides her are two female servants, SOFIA and VICTORIA,        
          dressed in black clothes.                                       
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    She’s conceited, mother! Mocking                      
                    our games, talking to herself! When                   
                    I asked her about the broken pot,                     
                    she said: "you are visiting hell                      
                    with your questions, don Mario.                       
                    Hell without you wouldn’t be hell."                   
                                                                          
                              SEGISMUNDA                                  
                         (looking at Lucrecia)                            
                    Is that true?                                         
                                                                          
          Lucrecia looks at Mario, who smiles evilly at her.              
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                              8.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              SEGISMUNDA                                  
                         (continuing; soft)                               
                    Diego...                                              
                                                                          
                              DIEGO                                       
                    The Duke mistreated her...                            
                                                                          
          Mario burst into tears.                                         
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                         (in anguish)                                     
                    She has ruined my friendship with                     
                    Diego, Mother! I don’t want to see                    
                    them again! She is a plebeian and a                   
                    jew!                                                  
                                                                          
                               VICTORIA                                   
                    God!                                                  
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    Once I surprised her in the                           
                    backyard talking to the plants and                    
                    trees!                                                
                                                                          
                              SEGISMUNDA                                  
                         (to Lucrecia)                                    
                    Have you noticed that the Duke eats                   
                    his nails when you upset him?                         
                                                                          
          Segismunda studies Lucrecia’s face.                             
                                                                          
                              VICTORIA                                    
                    She also visits the Duke in his                       
                    dreams.                                               
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    Every night. Naked.                                   
                                                                          
          Diego stops biting his nails.                                   
                                                                          
                              SEGISMUNDA                                  
                         (to Lucrecia.)                                   
                    How often do you read the bible?                      
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (almost crying)                                  
                    I...                                                  
                                                                          
          Lucrecia looks directly at Segismunda, who avoids her eyes.     
                                                                          
                              SEGISMUNDA                                  
                         (to Lucrecia)                                    
                    I cannot host you any longer,                         
                    Lucrecia. I know it’s difficult to                    
                              (MORE)                                      
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                              9.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              SEGISMUNDA (cont’d)                         
                    play with boys, in particular with                    
                    the Duke. I’d like to forgive you                     
                    for this incident, but my trustful                    
                    servants have complained about you                    
                    as well.                                              
                         (pause)                                          
                    You and Diego are not very fond my                    
                    son, whose nobility you insist to                     
                    ignore.                                               
                                                                          
          Lucrecia challenges Segismunda’s authority with her sight.      
                                                                          
          The dog barks noisily at Lucrecia.                              
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   5      LUCRECIA’S HOUSE.                                          5    
                                                                          
          Lucrecia lies on her bed.                                       
                                                                          
          BEATRIZ, her mother, is seated on a chair next to her. She      
          covers Lucrecia’s forehead with a wet piece of silk.            
                                                                          
          Light enters through the door. Beneath the threshold, MARIA     
          DE LA VEGA, a nanny, looks at them.                             
                                                                          
          Lucrecia looks weak and tired.                                  
                                                                          
          Beatriz kisses her, stands up and goes to Maria.                
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    She is not very ill. Tomorrow you                     
                    both will go to the Church. Her                       
                    confessor will intercede for her.                     
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    May I remind you that we went there                   
                    yesterday?                                            
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    She needs to return to the house of                   
                    her protectors. That is my will.                      
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    Shouldn’t we ask Lucrecia what                        
                    happened yesterday? Some people                       
                    believe the Guardiola family hardly                   
                    obeys the ten commandments.                           
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             10.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                         (angry)                                          
                    I won’t argue with you, Maria de la                   
                    Vega y Carpio.                                        
                                                                          
          Beatriz leaves the place.                                       
                                                                          
          Maria goes to Lucrecia’s bed and sits down on the chair.        
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Did she say I have to go back?                        
                                                                          
          Maria holds Lucrecia’s hand. Lucrecia cries.                    
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    Don’t be weak, Lucrecia. And stand                    
                    up. Your father wouldn’t like to                      
                    know you are ill.                                     
                                                                          
          Lucrecia stops crying. She holds Maria.                         
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    The Duchess... I thought she was my                   
                    protector... And Diego. He is an                      
                    orphan. He sacrificed his future                      
                    for my honor...                                       
                                                                          
          Lucrecia can’t go on. Maria embraces her.                       
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   6      ROYAL CAMERA AT EL ESCORIAL.                               6    
                                                                          
          Face of 63-year-old Philip the second, sovereign of Spain.      
                                                                          
          As he talks we discover a long room surrounded by               
          gray-granite walls where several portraits hang.                
                                                                          
          Light enters through big windows covered with heavy black       
          and white curtains, shaping long cross-shaped shadows over      
          the space.                                                      
                                                                          
          There is a bed, a big desk and some book shelves around. A      
          great crucifix lies on one wall.                                
                                                                          
                              PHILIP                                      
                         (who never smiles)                               
                    After seven years of challenging my                   
                    authority, clashing the Spanish                       
                    ships against the Moorish empire,                     
                    you are begging my forgiveness.                       
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             11.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
          He stands up wearing white clothing. He is tall and thin.       
          There are three desks around with a WRITER seated in front      
          of each of them. They take notes of the event.                  
                                                                          
                              PHILIP                                      
                         (continuing)                                     
                    But I can’t. Because whereas I’m                      
                    the King, you are the beloved hero                    
                    of Christianity. And, as far as I                     
                    can judge, you haven’t committed                      
                    any offense.                                          
                                                                          
          He walks alongside a wall where Bausch’s THE SEVEN DEADLY       
          SINS hangs. At the end of the wall we will see BAUSCH           
          painting the final judgment.                                    
                                                                          
                              PHILIP                                      
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Only God knows how much I love you,                   
                    don Juan. Today, finally, I can                       
                    congratulate you for your deeds;                      
                    enterprises undertaken against my                     
                    orders, and yet so wisely                             
                    accomplished. And I ask myself, how                   
                    can I, as your brother and monarch,                   
                    give justice to the man who                           
                    defeated thousands of infidels in                     
                    Lepanto--the bud of the Ottoman                       
                    empire? How can I, as a Castillian,                   
                    express to you the joyfulness you                     
                    gave us when you sent to the sea’s                    
                    entrails the Moorish admirals--the                    
                    corsairs who had been for so many                     
                    years the scourge of our shores?                      
                                                                          
          Philip Moves through the next wall. There we see the            
          paintings of the rulers of Spain, and shelves with books        
          carefully ordered.                                              
                                                                          
          Five men are seated: JERONIMO DE CESPEDES, a bald fat           
          middle-age man with a coarse voice, LARVAEZ, a middle-age       
          bird-like chinless Dominican priest with a high-pitch voice,    
          PACHECO, a 65-year old toad-like courtier, HECTOR MENDOZA, a    
          55 year-old bald Dominican priest with enormous and rounded     
          eyes, and ANTONIO DE PEREZ, the royal secretary.                
                                                                          
          We see two open gates, with three SOLDIERS at each side.        
          Seated behind them we see QUEEN ISABEL DE VALOIS and ANA DE     
          MENDOZA. They look at the scene from the distance. Ana is a     
          beautiful and sensual woman, who has, nevertheless, lost her    
          right eyesight. She covers it with a black embroidered          
          patch.                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             12.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              PHILIP                                      
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Yes, you, the man who ended the                       
                    threat of slavery imposed by                          
                    the  Ottomans over our women and                      
                    children.                                             
                         (Cold)                                           
                    Stand up, you, my dear brother.                       
                                                                          
          Philip opens his arms. At the center of the room, DON JUAN      
          OF AUSTRIA, kneeling on the floor, remains with his nodded      
          head. He looks like his brother. Blue tones dominate his        
          clothes.                                                        
                                                                          
          Behind him, ESCOBEDO, don Juan of Austria’s Secretary,          
          stands holding don Juan’s cape--Escobedo’s clothes emulate      
          don Juan’s.                                                     
                                                                          
          Don Juan gets up and looks at Philip who ceremoniously          
          embraces him. Even if proud, his face expresses fear. Dark      
          shadows appear on his face indicating physical and mental       
          sickness.                                                       
                                                                          
                              PHILIP                                      
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Receive this embrace as proof of my                   
                    affection.                                            
                                                                          
          Don Juan talks nervously to his brother.                        
                                                                          
                              DON JUAN                                    
                    I came not as your brother, but as                    
                    your vassal, your majesty...                          
                                                                          
          He glances at the picture of Greed, in the painting by          
          Bausch.                                                         
                                                                          
                              DON JUAN                                    
                         (continuing)                                     
                    I have been an ambitious man. After                   
                    the battle of Lepanto, I disobeyed                    
                    your orders and attempted to                          
                    subdued the entire Ottoman Empire.                    
                    I was acting for myself, not for my                   
                    King. And I risked the lives of our                   
                    men against your will... But God                      
                    has made me pay my price.                             
                                                                          
          He takes out his sword.                                         
                                                                          
          Some soldiers move against don Juan, but Philip,                
          undisturbed, stops them with a gesture.                         
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             13.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              DON JUAN                                    
                         (continuing)                                     
                    I’m contrite, and today, publicly,                    
                    I’m ending my career as a soldier.                    
                                                                          
          Don Juan kneels again and leaves his gleaming sword on the      
          floor.                                                          
                                                                          
          Whispers. Commotion amongst the six men.                        
                                                                          
          Antonio shows anxiety. Philip moves to the other side of the    
          room: his desk. He sits down and looks out through the          
          window.                                                         
                                                                          
          He sees the landscape of Madrid. He remains silent.             
                                                                          
                              DON JUAN                                    
                         (continuing)                                     
                    I beg you grant me a humble                           
                    position in your court, as your                       
                    adviser.                                              
                                                                          
          Philip looks at him, wondering how to refute his want.          
                                                                          
          Don Juan’s face becomes vexatious while we listen to a          
          voice:                                                          
                                                                          
                              ANTONIO (V.O.)                              
                    And Philip proved once more his                       
                    skillfulness. Of course, I knew he                    
                    was not going to allow his brother                    
                    to live with him under the same                       
                    roof. Instead of accepting his                        
                    proposals, he sent don Juan of                        
                    Austria to the Netherlands, to                        
                    prove his boldness commanding a                       
                    defeated army.                                        
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   7      ANTONIO DE PEREZ HOUSE LIVING ROOM. MAGIC HOUR.            7    
                                                                          
          Around a square table, Lucrecia, Beatriz, NEPOMUCENO,           
          Antonio de Perez and doña ANA DE MENDOZA talk and eat.          
                                                                          
          They are in a house full of portraits. The wind touches         
          translucent curtains covering the windows.                      
                                                                          
          [Lucrecia will be very interested in this conversation--In      
          fact her expression should be the most important image          
          during this scene.]                                             
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             14.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              ANTONIO                                     
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Without him in Madrid, Philip                         
                    doesn’t have to be worried about                      
                    conspiracies. Moreover, nobody will                   
                    say that he was unfair with his                       
                    brother. The Catholic world hopes                     
                    don Juan will defeat the Protestant                   
                    forces by the end of this year.                       
                                                                          
          Two SERVANTS serve wine to Antonio and Nepomuceno, and water    
          to Ana.                                                         
                                                                          
                              NEPOMUCENO                                  
                    Well, the Duke of Alba lost that                      
                    war. Do you think don Juan of                         
                    Austria could succeed better than                     
                    him?                                                  
                                                                          
                              ANTONIO                                     
                    Turkey, France and England tremble                    
                    at his name. I know he can win--if                    
                    he has economic resources.                            
                                                                          
          Nepomuceno smiles gently, as understanding a subtle             
          petition.                                                       
                                                                          
                              NEPOMUCENO                                  
                    Believe me, don Antonio. Our                          
                    bankers are trying to fulfill                         
                    Philip’srequests. But they would                      
                    like to know the government’s                         
                    position.                                             
                                                                          
                              ANTONIO                                     
                    On what?                                              
                                                                          
                              NEPOMUCENO                                  
                    They mean, Philip’s intention                         
                    towards don Juan. Does he send him                    
                    to the Netherlands to die?                            
                                                                          
          Antonio laughs noisily.                                         
                                                                          
                              ANTONIO                                     
                    Personally, I admire don Juan. He                     
                    is a brave soldier. But as the                        
                    royal secretary, I consider him too                   
                    independent, an unsuitable vassal                     
                    of our King. Philip can’t be                          
                    disobeyed.                                            
                         (pause)                                          
                    However, if this bastard wins the                     
                    Netherlands...                                        
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             15.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              NEPOMUCENO                                  
                    You mean, don Juan.                                   
                                                                          
                              ANA (CONCILIATORY)                          
                    I think you both, don Antonio and                     
                    don Nepomuceno, are going too far                     
                    with this discussion.                                 
                         (to Antonio)                                     
                    Philip has a natural indisposition                    
                    against other prominent male                          
                    members of his family.                                
                         (to Nepomuceno)                                  
                    And we invited you, don Nepomuceno,                   
                    no to confirm or deny gossips about                   
                    our King, but to discuss a loan.                      
                                                                          
                              NEPOMUCENO                                  
                    I apologize, doña Ana.                                
                         (pause)                                          
                    We are expecting some letters from                    
                    the Genoese bankers. They want,                       
                    however, a guarantee.                                 
                                                                          
                              ANTONIO                                     
                    Go on.                                                
                                                                          
                              NEPOMUCENO                                  
                    Can I assure the bankers that the                     
                    Crown will provide them with a                        
                    guarantee? I mean, in the unlike                      
                    event that Spain loses the                            
                    Netherlands...                                        
                                                                          
                              ANTONIO                                     
                    Would the Portuguese crown be                         
                    guarantee enough?                                     
                                                                          
                              NEPOMUCENO                                  
                    Jesus Christ!                                         
                                                                          
                              ANTONIO                                     
                    Sebastian, its King, as you know,                     
                    died last year leaving a vacancy in                   
                    his throne. Philip is the most                        
                    suitable candidate to rule the                        
                    second biggest empire on earth.                       
                                                                          
          Nepomuceno looks at his family disconcerted. They look at       
          him in silence.                                                 
                                                                          
                              NEPOMUCENO                                  
                    Well, that’s certainly a guarantee.                   
                    But the Portuguese won’t give up                      
                              (MORE)                                      
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             16.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              NEPOMUCENO (cont’d)                         
                    their empire without resistance.                      
                    And at this moment, without don                       
                    Juan, Spain lacks a capable                           
                    general.                                              
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (sudenly)                                        
                    Philip will recall the Duke de                        
                    Alba.                                                 
                                                                          
          Everyone else display gestures of surprise.                     
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    Lucrecia!                                             
                                                                          
                              ANTONIO                                     
                         (smiling)                                        
                    How does she know?                                    
                                                                          
                              NEPOMUCENO                                  
                    Excuse her, don Antonio.                              
                                                                          
                              ANTONIO                                     
                    How did you know that, little lady?                   
                                                                          
          Lucrecia stammers.                                              
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    Answer, Lucrecia. Don Antonio asked                   
                    you a question.                                       
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    He will kill more people. That’s                      
                    what Piedraola said.                                  
                                                                          
          Silence. Antonio’s face is flush. Nepomuceno is angry.          
                                                                          
                              ANTONIO                                     
                    Where did you hear him?                               
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    In front of the Church. I was there                   
                    with Maria when he began to pray.                     
                                                                          
                              ANA                                         
                         (sardonically)                                   
                    To pray!                                              
                                                                          
          Beatriz holds Lucrecia’s right hand.                            
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             17.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Where are we going?                                   
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    It’s too late.                                        
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    The evening just started.                             
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    Don’t talk back to your mother!                       
                                                                          
          They leave the room. Beatriz pushes Lucrecia through a          
          corridor. A servant guides them.                                
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Listen to me, Lucrecia. Never,                        
                    never again talk to a man without                     
                    first being asked.                                    
                                                                          
          Lucrecia opens her terrorized eyes to her mother.               
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   8      DREAM SEQUENCE: MARIO’S HOUSE.                             8    
                                                                          
          Lucrecia, Mario and Diego are on the patio dancing.             
                                                                          
          Lucrecia throws a stone. A bird falls dead.                     
                                                                          
          Diego takes the bird and gives it to Mario, who piles it        
          with many others birds.                                         
                                                                          
          Suddenly, Lucrecia throws a stone at Mario. He falls over       
          the green grass.                                                
                                                                          
          Diego sees his body. Looking at Lucrecia he asks:               
                                                                          
                              DIEGO                                       
                    What should we do with his body?                      
                                                                          
          Lucrecia looks at the pile of dead birds.                       
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    We shall bury him with her mother.                    
                                                                          
          Lucrecia stares at Segismunda, whose body falls into the        
          same coffin as Mario’s body rests.                              
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          

                                                                 18.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
   9      FRONT OF MARIO’S HOUSE.                                    9    
                                                                          
          Beatriz knocks on a door.                                       
                                                                          
          Lucrecia, besides her, looks at the street.                     
                                                                          
          It is empty.                                                    
                                                                          
          Victoria opens the door.                                        
                                                                          
                              VICTORIA                                    
                    Good morning.                                         
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    Good morning, Victoria. Is Doña                       
                    Segismunda at home?                                   
                                                                          
                              VICTORIA                                    
                    Did she send you an invitation?                       
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    Yes, she did.                                         
                                                                          
          Beatriz opens her purse and takes out a letter. She displays    
          a letter before Victoria’s face.                                
                                                                          
                              VICTORIA                                    
                    Come in, please.                                      
                                                                          
          Victoria leads Beatriz into the house.                          
                                                                          
          Lucrecia remains still, nervous.                                
                                                                          
          Beatriz steps back and grasps Lucrecia by her arm.              
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    Come with me.                                         
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    I... I don’t want.                                    
                                                                          
          Beatriz pushes Lucrecia into the house.                         
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   10     MARIO’S HOUSE LIVING ROOM.                                10    
                                                                          
          Lucrecia stands up in the same place where she was scolded      
          by Segismunda.                                                  
                                                                          
          She looks with suspicion at the portrait’s countenances.        
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             19.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
          To her right, seated in front of a small desk, she discovers    
          Sofia, who writes a letter.                                     
                                                                          
          Lucrecia recoils before the stern expression of Victoria,       
          who stands up besides Sofia’s desk.                             
                                                                          
          At the bottom of a long corridor she sees her mother, who       
          talks to Segismunda.                                            
                                                                          
          Lucrecia hears laughs and voices. She looks at the patio.       
                                                                          
          There she sees Mario playing with MARCELA, a 18-year old        
          girl.                                                           
                                                                          
          She throws a little cat into the air.                           
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    Make it fly!                                          
                                                                          
          Lucrecia smiles at them.                                        
                                                                          
          Mario approaches her.                                           
                                                                          
                              MARIO (CONTINUING)                          
                    Lucrecia! Here you are again. We                      
                    missed you. Do you want to play                       
                    with us?                                              
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    I’d like to, but I’m just visiting.                   
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    It doesn’t matter. I forgive you.                     
                    Look, Marcela, Lucrecia’s coming                      
                    back.                                                 
                                                                          
                              MARCELA                                     
                    Uh! The prudish girl!                                 
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    This is Marcela del Piñon. And this                   
                    is her cat. She says it flies.                        
                                                                          
          Marcela and Mario laughs.                                       
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Where is Diego?                                       
                                                                          
          Mario touches Marcela’s buttocks.                               
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                         (to Marcela)                                     
                    She asks about my page.                               
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             20.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              MARCELA                                     
                         (laughing)                                       
                    The Marquees?                                         
                         (to Lucrecia)                                    
                    The Duchess send him to Toledo.                       
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    What for?                                             
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                    To study theology.                                    
                                                                          
                               MARIO                                      
                    My mother is a generous woman. Have                   
                    you noticed Sofia’s smile?                            
                                                                          
          Diego points out at Sofia, who crosses the patio smiling.       
                                                                          
                              MARIO                                       
                         (continuing)                                     
                    The Queen has chosen her as her                       
                    maiden. HER MAI-DEN.                                  
                                                                          
                              MARCELA                                     
                         (to Lucrecia)                                    
                    The Marquees don Diego de Quiroga                     
                    will visit us next month. Would you                   
                    like us to greet him on your                          
                    behalf?                                               
                                                                          
          Marcela and Mario giggle.                                       
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ (O.S.)                              
                    Lucrecia!                                             
                                                                          
          Lucrecia sees her mother at the threshold of the house.         
                                                                          
          Beatriz approaches her.                                         
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    You didn’t tell me they had                           
                    forbidden you to come back to this                    
                    house.                                                
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    But they forgave me, mother. Ask                      
                    them.                                                 
                                                                          
          Beatriz looks gravely at Lucrecia.                              
                                                                          
          Lucrecia looks at Mario and Marcela.                            
                                                                          
          They laugh and run back towards the patio.                      
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             21.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
          Lucrecia glances at her mother.                                 
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    You have lost your only opportunity                   
                    to become a lady.                                     
                                                                          
          Beatriz moves away.                                             
                                                                          
          Lucrecia follows her under the stern look of the servants.      
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   11     A MADRID SREET. DAY                                       11    
                                                                          
          There is a market on the street. A MAIDEN prepares food. A      
          CARPENTER buys tools. An OLD WOMAN choses vegetables, a BOY     
          buys meat. Two MONKS buy fruit.                                 
                                                                          
          Lucrecia and Maria de la Vega walk leaving the place. Each      
          one carries a basket full of tomatoes.                          
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    I didn’t want to see them again,                      
                    Maria. I didn’t want to.                              
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    You won’t see them again, for sure.                   
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Will my confessor help me?                            
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    Tell him everything he asks.                          
                                                                          
          Lucrecia lowers her eyes.                                       
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Don’t feel guilty. Your parents are                   
                    too ambitious. You don’t have noble                   
                    blood, and there is no worse family                   
                    in Spain than the Guardiola.                          
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    My father is an old catholic.                         
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    It doesn’t matter. Your father is a                   
                    banker. To the eyes of the nobility                   
                    anyone who deals with money is a                      
                    sinner.                                               
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             22.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
          They enter into a narrow and endless street, fenced by big      
          white houses. The crowd has vanished.                           
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    That was long time ago. My father                     
                    is respected by everyone, even by                     
                    the Royal Secretary                                   
                                                                          
          Maria laughs.                                                   
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    If your father were as respected as                   
                    he believes, he could have had a                      
                    richer and far more beautiful wife                    
                    than Beatriz.                                         
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (angry)                                          
                    Maria!                                                
                                                                          
          Maria becomes silent.                                           
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    She brought you here.                                 
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    Against my will. Cordoba is my                        
                    home. I don’t have friends in                         
                    Madrid. And it was your father who                    
                    adopted me.                                           
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Now you are a catholic woman, your                    
                    soul will be saved.                                   
                                                                          
                               MARIA                                      
                    Saved? Of what?                                       
                                                                          
                               LUCRECIA                                   
                    Of Hell. Cordoba is a city of Moors                   
                    and Marranos. But I know all. My                      
                    mother told me you were a Marrano                     
                    once.                                                 
                                                                          
                               MARIA                                      
                    What do you know about Marranos?                      
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    They are Jews. They hate the Pope.                    
                                                                          
          Maria remains silent.                                           
                                                                          
          They continue walking. The street becomes wider and noisy.      
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             23.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
          A male voice is heard:                                          
                                                                          
                              PIEDRAOLA (O.S.)                            
                    Because I have been sent, as Elijah                   
                    and Malachi, to prevent the sins of                   
                    my King. Philip, O, Philip, King of                   
                    Castilla and the new world, don’t                     
                    be indifferent to my words!...                        
                                                                          
          They join a group of people and arrive to a plaza, in front     
          of a Church, where the crowd forms a circle around              
          PIEDRAOLA, a 35-year old man who wears a soldier’s outfit.      
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Let’s get out of here, Maria!                         
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    Listen!                                               
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    But my father told you...                             
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    He won’t know.                                        
                                                                          
          Piedraola addresses his speech to the sky and to ’El            
          Escorial,’ a castle encrusted in a remote mountain.             
                                                                          
                              PIEDRAOLA                                   
                    I pray for your repentance, O,                        
                    Philip, King of Castilla. If you                      
                    start another war I can see the                       
                    walls of my country, if once                          
                    strong, forever crumbled. Women                       
                    groan over the gravestones of their                   
                    sons. Wolfs and vultures feed on                      
                    their bodies. Their hearts are                        
                    sacrificed in pagan rituals to the                    
                    demons of lust and hate. Renounce                     
                    your greed, o, King! Forgive your                     
                    bastard brother and curse the                         
                    company of the Duke of Alba.                          
                                                                          
          Piedraola fells into a mystic ecstasy, waving his hands.        
                                                                          
          Whispers are heard among the crowd.                             
                                                                          
                              WOMAN 1                                     
                         (to woman 2)                                     
                    He is a saint!                                        
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             24.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              WOMAN 2                                     
                         (to woman 1, crying)                             
                    The holy spirit protects him. I saw                   
                    him memorizing the entire bible in                    
                    one night.                                            
                                                                          
                              OLD MAN                                     
                         (to the castle, screaming and                    
                         crying)                                          
                    I lost one of my sons in the                          
                    Netherlands. And now my other son                     
                    is going to Portugal! Oh, Philip,                     
                    you, the cruelest King! Have pity                     
                    on us!                                                
                                                                          
          A priest kneels in front of Piedraola.                          
                                                                          
                              A PRIEST                                    
                         (to Piedraola, crying)                           
                    God save your soul, don Miguel de                     
                    Piedraola! And forgive me because I                   
                    doubted you!                                          
                                                                          
          Some people kneel after the priest.                             
                                                                          
          Lucrecia starts to kneel, but Maria stops her.                  
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    Enough! Let’s go!                                     
                                                                          
          Lucrecia moves away. She and Maria encounter two Dominique      
          priests: Larvaez and FRAY LUIS DE LEON, a monk in his           
          thirties.                                                       
                                                                          
          Lucrecia and Maria express fear. They turn immediately back.    
                                                                          
                              LARVAEZ                                     
                         (cold)                                           
                    With a candied tongue he subdues                      
                    the crowd every week! He’s able to                    
                    get the favor of many different                       
                    people.                                               
                                                                          
                              FRAY LUIS                                   
                    You can’t deny he has the prophetic                   
                    gift, Father Larvaez. He foresaw                      
                    our war against Portugal.                             
                                                                          
                              LARVAEZ                                     
                    I can also foresee a war every                        
                    year, even every month, Fray Luis.                    
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             25.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              DOMINIQUE PRIEST                            
                    "Who is far from God doesn’t have                     
                    ears for peace." When did he say                      
                    that?                                                 
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA (SUDDENLY)                         
                    Last Friday, in front of the                          
                    Church!                                               
                                                                          
          The monks look at her.                                          
                                                                          
          Maria smiles and brings Lucrecia back to the same endless       
          and empty street they walked before.                            
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Did I say something wrong?                            
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    What did your mother tell you?                        
                    Never, never again, talk to a man                     
                    without first being asked!                            
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    He asked.                                             
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                         (impatient)                                      
                    They are Dominicans, Lucrecia. They                   
                    will burn Piedraola at the stake,                     
                    and, believe me, all these fanatic                    
                    people who kneel in front of him                      
                    will undergo his fate as well.                        
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    No! Piedraola won’t be burned. You                    
                    are a liar!                                           
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    Lucrecia! Listen to me! He is just                    
                    another charlatan. A fake prophet                     
                    protected by the King’s enemies.                      
                                                                          
          A shepherd crosses the street. He guides a cattle.              
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    So, why did you stop to listen to                     
                    him?                                                  
                                                                          
          Pause.                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             26.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    He lives in a state of grace.                         
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    What do you mean?                                     
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    He relies on eternity. Nothing can                    
                    intimidate him, not even death.                       
                                                                          
          Lucrecia meditates.                                             
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Philip fears him. He won’t dare to                    
                    touch him. But the Inquisitors                        
                    will.                                                 
                                                                          
          Lucrecia looks at her. They walk casting long shadows on the    
          street.                                                         
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   12     OLD CHURCH.                                               12    
                                                                          
          Lucrecia, seated on a bench, hears far-away baby cries. She     
          looks at the statues of saints on the walls. They are placed    
          in a long and narrow corridor. All of them are life-sized.      
                                                                          
          One of them looks at the ceiling, another at the floor, a       
          woman at Lucrecia--what they have in common is their            
          mystical expression (between pain and happiness).               
                                                                          
          Sunlight filters into the space through small windows built     
          at the top of the walls.                                        
                                                                          
          Lucrecia is the first of a long row of young and old woman      
          waiting for confession. All of them are seated against one      
          side of the wall.                                               
                                                                          
          There is a door at the end of the corridor. This door opens     
          and a pale silhouette of a woman appears: Maria.                
                                                                          
          Lucrecia stands up. The row moves one place ahead. Maria        
          ignores Lucrecia and walks away.                                
                                                                          
          Lucrecia approaches to the door and enters into a chamber       
          lit by candles.                                                 
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO (O.S.)                            
                    Close the door.                                       
                                                                          
          Lucrecia closes the door and comes to a confessional box.       
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             27.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
          She kneels on a pillow.                                         
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO (O.S.)                            
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Who are you?                                          
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Lucrecia, daughter of don                             
                    Nepomuceno Franco de Leon and                         
                    Beatriz Ordoñez de Leon.                              
                                                                          
          FRANCISCO, a skinny and tall priest, leaves the confessional    
          box and comes to a desk surrounded by candles.                  
                                                                          
          There he sits on a bench and takes a notebook.                  
                                                                          
          He thumbs it until he points out a written name.                
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO                                   
                    Yes, yes. Lucrecia! Your parents                      
                    are worried about your spiritual                      
                    health.                                               
                                                                          
          Lucrecia stands up nervously.                                   
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO                                   
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Come here.                                            
                                                                          
          She stands in front of him.                                     
                                                                          
          He takes a pen and dips it into an ink glass.                   
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO                                   
                         (continuing)                                     
                    The capital sin of all business men                   
                    is greed. You are a beautiful                         
                    maiden, Lucrecia, and I’d like to                     
                    see you married. I wonder whether                     
                    your father will pay your dowry. Do                   
                    you keep a good relationship with                     
                    him?                                                  
                         (pause)                                          
                    Would you like to confess?                            
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    I want to deliver a fair testimony                    
                    of my sins.                                           
                                                                          
          He makes the sign of the cross.                                 
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             28.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO                                   
                    In nomine Patris et Filii et                          
                    Spiritus Sancti.                                      
                                                                          
          Lucrecia kneels at front of him.                                
                                                                          
          In a corner of the room a little spider weaves its web. We      
          hear again babies’ cries.                                       
                                                                          
          Lucrecia moves her lips.                                        
                                                                          
          Francisco looks up at the ceiling.                              
                                                                          
          A fly falls in the spider’s web. The spider approaches it.      
                                                                          
          The wind blows over a candle and it lights up the web.          
                                                                          
          Lucrecia’s tears come out of her eyes.                          
                                                                          
          Francisco looks at her with happiness and love.                 
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO                                   
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Your tears are sincere. And I know                    
                    your parents are good Catholic                        
                    people. I see what I can do.                          
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Will you talk to Segismunda?                          
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO                                   
                    Whoever has despised you once, will                   
                    never truly love you.                                 
                                                                          
          Lucrecia’s face gets paler.                                     
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO                                   
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Don’t lose your spirit. I will talk                   
                    to the Duke of Alba’s secretary. He                   
                    needs a maiden for his court.                         
                                                                          
          Lucrecia remains silent.                                        
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO                                   
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Many ladies would like to be under                    
                    the Duke’s protection.                                
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Of course.                                            
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             29.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO                                   
                    He’s a warrior of our faith.                          
                                                                          
          Pause.                                                          
                                                                          
          Francisco stands up and lights the candle.                      
                                                                          
          On the web two spiders attack each other.                       
                                                                          
          Francisco looks at them with curiosity. He looks at             
          Lucrecia.                                                       
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO                                   
                         (continuing)                                     
                    I know some people don’t like the                     
                    Duke. They say he was cruel with                      
                    the Dutch. Has your father ever                       
                    talked to you about it?                               
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    To me? No. But I heard him once                       
                    talking to don Antonio about the                      
                    Duke.                                                 
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO                                   
                    Don Antonio? Yes, our Royal                           
                    Secretary. I heard they are                           
                    negotiating a new loan for the                        
                    crown. What did you hear last                         
                    night?                                                
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Nothing.                                              
                                                                          
          Francisco takes a book near the cobweb.                         
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO                                   
                    Tell me, Lucrecia, do you believe                     
                    wars are necessary?                                   
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    No.                                                   
                                                                          
          Francisco scorches the spiders and the web with his candle.     
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO                                   
                    Why not?                                              
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Because people die. If we live in a                   
                    state of war, who is going to till                    
                    the fields?                                           
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             30.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
          Francisco comes to the desk and opens his book to a page        
          headed:                                                         
                                                                          
                              ANTONIO’S FOLLOWERS                         
                                                                          
          There he adds to a long list: "Nepomuceno Franco de Leon".      
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   13     LUCRECIA’S HOUSE LIVING ROOM. NIGHT.                      13    
                                                                          
          Lucrecia, sitting on her bed, talks to Maria. Moonlight         
          enters through the window.                                      
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Yes! I deem him a saint, as the                       
                    people of Toledo do. He even asked                    
                    me about my father.                                   
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    What did he ask you?                                  
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Is it important?                                      
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    Not at all. He can’t prattle about                    
                    your testimony. Now let’s sleep.                      
                    Tomorrow you have to wake up early.                   
                                                                          
          Maria comes to her bed.                                         
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Has my mother talked to you about                     
                    my future?                                            
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    I’m sure whe will do it on due                        
                    time. Good night.                                     
                                                                          
          Lucrecia covers herself with the blanket                        
                                                                          
          She sees the moon through her window.                           
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Lucrecia...                                           
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Yes?                                                  
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             31.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    How did you know that the Duke of                     
                    Alba was coming back to fight                         
                    another war?                                          
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Piedraola said that.                                  
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    No, he didn’t.                                        
                                                                          
          The moon is covered by a cloud.                                 
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    He told me that in a dream.                           
                                                                          
          Lucrecia’s face is covered by the cloud’s shadow.               
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   14     DREAM SEQUENCE: OLD CHURCH. NIGHT.                        14    
                                                                          
          Lucrecia walks through the Church corridor, circling around     
          the various statues of the saints and martyrs.                  
                                                                          
          She perceives pain in their faces: one has the eyes on his      
          hands; another has her breast chopped on a dish; San            
          Jeronimo’s groin bleeds; San Sebastian’s head is pierced by     
          arrows.                                                         
                                                                          
          She enters into the chamber. There, Jesus, bearing his thorn    
          crown, stands at the confessional gate.                         
                                                                          
          Underneath the confessional gate, she sees a pig in the         
          place of the priest.                                            
                                                                          
          Blood drips onto the pig’s head.                                
                                                                          
          The Jesus icon has now turned into Francisco, the priest,       
          who stares down at Lucrecia.                                    
                                                                          
          She falls to the floor, as the blood drips on her head.         
                                                                          
          The pig is not there anymore.                                   
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO                                   
                    I have come to purge your sins.                       
                                                                          
          Lucrecia looks at him in pain.                                  
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             32.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO                                   
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Pain have redeemed Piedraola. On                      
                    your behalf I will be second after                    
                    the King. Beware of your father.                      
                                                                          
          Francisco stands besides Lucrecia.                              
                                                                          
          He takes off his crown of thorns and places it onto             
          Lucrecia’s head, as she moans.                                  
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   15     DREAM SEQUENCE: FLANDES, NIGHT                            15    
                                                                          
          Lucrecia sees a reddish sunset to her right, but as she         
          turns to her left she sees a foggy field, covered by the        
          cadavers of warriors and nuns.                                  
                                                                          
          Some bodies groan. She hears a male voice singing a             
          religious song:                                                 
                                                                          
                              DIEGO (O.S.)                                
                    Cuando mis seres amados me                            
                    condenan/ En la creencia que toda                     
                    iniquidad fue mía/ Congoja y                          
                    Soberbia me enajenan/ Mas si mi ser                   
                    sus penas al Señor confía/ Es                         
                    éxtasis el que mis ojos destilan                      
                                                                          
                              DIEGO                                       
                    [When my beloved ones condemn me/in                   
                    the belief that all spitefulness                      
                    was mine/ Woe and arrogance split                     
                    me apart/But if my soul its sorrows                   
                    to my Lord entrust/ There is only                     
                    ecstasy in my bleeding eyes]                          
                                                                          
          She moves through ashes and smog until she arrives at a         
          fire.                                                           
                                                                          
          She recognizes a group of soldiers around it. They cry.         
                                                                          
          Lucrecia faces Diego, who plays a broken lute.                  
                                                                          
          Besides him is DUKE OF ALBA a tall skinny 82-year-old           
          warrior who wears a black outfit. He holds a heavy rosary in    
          his hands.                                                      
                                                                          
          Piedraola and Lucrecia stand in front of him.                   
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             33.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              DUKE                                        
                    There is only one God. If there                       
                    were more, we wouldn’t be able to                     
                    believe.                                              
                                                                          
                               PIEDRAOLA                                  
                    We are all together, believers and                    
                    unbelievers in the blood of Christ.                   
                                                                          
                               DUKE                                       
                         (smiling, looking at Lucrecia)                   
                    I want Portugal; the King wants                       
                    Portugal; you want Portugal.                          
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Will you win Portugal?                                
                                                                          
                              DUKE                                        
                    I have lost it already. Only a                        
                    Popess can win it...                                  
                                                                          
          Lucrecia sees besides the Duke the corpse of the SUPERIOR       
          NUN on a chair. She wears Queen’s clothes.                      
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Is she dead?                                          
                                                                          
          The Duke remains silent.                                        
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (continuing)                                     
                    She is not my mother.                                 
                                                                          
                              DUKE                                        
                    She was the queen.                                    
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   16     LUCRECIA’S HOUSE. NIGHT.                                  16    
                                                                          
          Lucrecia wakes up in the night. She hears a continuous          
          moaning.                                                        
                                                                          
          She looks at Maria’s bed. It’s empty.                           
                                                                          
          She follows the sounds through a corridor, the living room      
          and the stairs, until she reaches their source: a bedroom.      
                                                                          
          She pushes the door and looks inside: Nepomuceno on top of      
          Maria, two naked bodies in motion.                              
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          

                                                                 34.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
   17     LUCRECIA’S HOUSE.                                         17    
                                                                          
          Lucrecia wakes up in the morning. She recognizes her            
          mother’s cries. She comes to Maria’s bed, and shakes her.       
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Maria! Maria!                                         
                                                                          
          Maria wakes up.                                                 
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    What happened?                                        
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    It’s my mother again.                                 
                                                                          
          Maria stands up, wears her robe and comes out. Lucrecia         
          follows her.                                                    
                                                                          
          They walk through the corridor and climb the stairs, until      
          they reach the second floor.                                    
                                                                          
          A door is wide open.                                            
                                                                          
          Beatriz emerges wearing a night dress.                          
                                                                          
          Nepomuceno, tottering, follows her laughing and grabs her       
          hair. She screams.                                              
                                                                          
                              NEPOMUCENO                                  
                    Come back! You, whore!                                
                                                                          
          Beatrice faces Maria and Lucrecia. She becomes quiet.           
                                                                          
          Nepomuceno pushes back Beatriz into the bedroom. He faces       
          Lucrecia and Maria.                                             
                                                                          
                              NEPOMUCENO                                  
                         (continuing)                                     
                    What are you looking at?                              
                                                                          
          Lucrecia looks at Maria.                                        
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                    Nothing. We just...                                   
                                                                          
          Lucrecia steps forward.                                         
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    What are you doing to my mother?                      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             35.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              NEPOMUCENO                                  
                         (irritated)                                      
                    You won’t understand.                                 
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (crying)                                         
                    But she was crying.                                   
                                                                          
                              NEPOMUCENO                                  
                         (laughing)                                       
                    Women cry all the time. Uh! Now I                     
                    have a judge in my own house!                         
                         (he staggers)                                    
                    Hush up! Go to your room and try on                   
                    your new dress. And bring the                         
                    breakfast to our room, Maria.                         
                                                                          
          Maria moves downstairs. Nepomuceno enters into his bedroom.     
          Beatriz comes out of the bedroom wearing a robe and             
          addresses Lucrecia coldly.                                      
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    Keep your tears for yourself,                         
                    Lucrecia.                                             
                                                                          
          Lucrecia looks at her mother.                                   
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Your father ordered you to go back                    
                    to your bedroom and try on your                       
                    dress.                                                
                                                                          
          Lucrecia looks at her in silence. Her father gets into the      
          room.                                                           
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   18     LUCRECIA’S HOUSE BEDROOM.                                 18    
                                                                          
          Beatriz is half naked on a chair.                               
                                                                          
          Maria, besides her, sitting on a little bench, holds a bowl     
          of water. She dips a piece of cloth into it.                    
                                                                          
          She passes it on to Beatriz, who gently rubs her stomach.       
                                                                          
          Lucrecia enters into the room wearing a new black dress.        
          Maria stands up.                                                
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             36.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    Oh, it looks wonderful!                               
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA (TO MARIA)                         
                    Do you like it?                                       
                                                                          
                              MARIA                                       
                         (leaving--cold)                                  
                    It’s a mourning dress.                                
                                                                          
          Silence.                                                        
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    Your father bought this dress out                     
                    of his savings. He wants you to                       
                    impress the Superior Nun.                             
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Am supposed to talk to her?                           
                                                                          
          Beatriz looks at the window. A bird crosses its frame.          
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    Christ has chosen you as his bride.                   
                                                                          
          She looks at Beatriz, whose expression is resigned.             
                                                                          
          Lucrecia walks around the room without direction.               
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (visible shocked)                                
                    But I want to have children.                          
                                                                          
          Silence. Beatriz remains still.                                 
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (continuing)                                     
                    I must marry someone.                                 
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                         (stern)                                          
                    Who?                                                  
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (triumphal)                                      
                    The Marquees de Quiroga! He loves                     
                    me!                                                   
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                         (laughing)                                       
                    Mario Guardiola’s servant?                            
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             37.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                                          
                               LUCRECIA                                   
                    He is a Marqueess!                                    
                                                                          
                               BEATRIZ                                    
                         (derogatory)                                     
                    His father sold his title long ago.                   
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    O, mother! Am I not beautiful?                        
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    We have decided the best for you.                     
                                                                          
          Lucrecia screams. She falls onto the floor sobbing.             
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                         (continuing)                                     
                    You make others feel inferior. The                    
                    Guardiola family’s incident                           
                    persuaded your father that the                        
                    convent is the most suitable place                    
                    for you. Enclosed, you will                           
                    cultivate meekness.                                   
                                                                          
          Lucrecia stops crying--a call for fighting lights her soul.     
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Your father also cried when you                       
                    were born. Your delivery was so                       
                    painful...                                            
                         (pause)                                          
                    When he learned I wasn’t able to                      
                    have another child, he left me for                    
                    three days. I never saw him so                        
                    upset. One night I woke up and saw                    
                    him looking at the sky. He was                        
                    cursing God.                                          
                         (pause)                                          
                    I’m afraid he has lost his faith.                     
                    Your prayers can heal him.                            
                                                                          
          Lucrecia, kneeling on the floor, represses her crying.          
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Why me? God has more willing women.                   
                    I don’t want to be a nun.                             
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    Lucrecia...                                           
                                                                          
          Lucrecia has turned her pain into wrath.                        
                                                                          
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             38.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (caustic)                                        
                    I know my father doesn’t want to                      
                    pay my dowry. He is so...                             
                    contemptuous! He beats you! How can                   
                    you live with such a man?                             
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                         (surprised)                                      
                    I’m proud to have a man like your                     
                    father, Lucrecia. He respects me.                     
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (confused)                                       
                    Fray Francisco has a place for me                     
                    at the Duke de Alba’s court.                          
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                    Fray Francisco? He was the one who                    
                    recommended you for the convent.                      
                                                                          
          Lucrecia is puzzled.                                            
                                                                          
                              BEATRIZ                                     
                         (continuing)                                     
                    But... Now I see. The Duke of Alba                    
                    might be the main benefactor of the                   
                    nuns.                                                 
                                                                          
          Beatriz lies on her bed and covers herself with a blanket.      
                                                                          
          Lucrecia remembers an image:                                    
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   19     OLD CHURCH. NIGHT.                                        19    
                                                                          
          Francisco, stares down at Lucrecia.                             
                                                                          
          FRANCISCO Beware of your father.                                
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   20     LUCRECIA’S HOME.                                          20    
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                    Fray Francisco did that just to                       
                    measure my father’s greed.                            
                                                                          
          Maria comes back with a basket of tomatoes.                     
                                                                          
          Lucrecia grins at Maria.                                        
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             39.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (to Maria)                                       
                    We should leave.                                      
                                                                          
          Lucrecia laughs, takes her dress and exits                      
          whistling,  singing and dancing.                                
                                                                          
          Maria and Beatriz look at each other in perplexity. Lucrecia    
          crosses the house  till she arrives to the patio.               
                                                                          
                              LUCRECIA                                    
                         (continuing)                                     
                    Cuando mis seres amados me                            
                    condenan/ En la creencia que toda                     
                    iniquidad fue mía/ Congoja y                          
                    Soberbia me enajenan/ Mas si mi ser                   
                    sus penas al Señor confía/ Es                         
                    éxtasis el que mis ojos destilan.                     
                                                                          
          From the upper floor Nepomuceno observes her daughter           
          dancing.                                                        
                                                                          
                                                            LIGHTS OFF    
                                                                          
                                                                          
   21     NEPUMOCENO’S OFFICE.                                      21    
                                                                          
          Nepomuceno’s office is a small room with four desks placed      
          one at each corner. Three of them are covered by handfuls of    
          documents. Nepomuceno’s, in front of the only open window,      
          is clean and organized: ink, two pens and a small pile of       
          documents lie on it.                                            
                                                                          
          Nepomuceno writes a letter.                                     
                                                                          
          We hear some sounds from the streets of Madrid at sunset:       
          dogs barking, screams of people calling other people and the    
          shrill sound of a carriage’s wheels smashing the street’s       
          stones.                                                         
                                                                          
          On the letter he writes the next italic characters:             
                                                                          
                              TEXT OF THE LETTER                          
                    ..., nor other Genoese Banker from                    
                    Toledo can provide more loans for                     
                    this new war. Nevertheless, I wrote                   
                    a letter to Felipe Centurione. He                     
                    agreed to provide the entire amount                   
                    the King wants, but just in case                      
                    you ensure the return of the Duke                     
                    of Alba...                                            
                                                                          
          He is interrupted by the presence of a dark tall figure. The    
          dark figure comes into the light: Francisco.                    
                                                                          
                                                           (CONTINUED)    
                                                                          

          CONTINUED:                                             40.      
                                                                          
                                                                          
                              NEPOMUCENO                                  
                         (surprised)                                      
                    O, Father! I m sorry. We are                          
                    closing. I mean...                                    
                                                                          
                              FRANCISCO                                   
                    The door was open. Only our Lord                      
                    knows his ways. Can I talk to you,                    
                    don Nepomuceno? Now?                                  
                                                                          
                              NEPOMUCENO                                  
                         (against his will)                               
                    Well, yes! But, sit down, Father,                     
                    please!                                               
                        &n