Goya in Bordeaux (Goya en Burdeos)

To my brother ANTONIO

Where am I?

Where have they put me?

Who brought me here?

The spiral...

is like life itself.

Get out of the way! Are you crazy?

Let's go! Hurry up!

Where am I?

May I help you, sir?

Cayetana.

Cayetana.

What did those animals do to you?

- Watch where you're going! - I'm sorry.

Forget it, Rene. He's just a crazy foreigner.

You can't just bump into people!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

I already told you I'm sorry.

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! So what?

Rosarito.

What are you doing here, Father?

Come on. Let's go home.

If the doctor told you to stay in bed...

then you should stay in bed.

And if you do get up, then stay indoors.

If you survive this, you were born lucky.

How could you go out in your nightshirt in the rain?

Oh, Francisco.

You must've been the laughingstock...

of the whole town.

That's all she worries about.

What people will say.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Am I?

Normal, just normal.

Leandro.

As we were saying...

I don't share your optimism.

As long as Ferdinand VII is in power...

pigheadedness and corruption...

will continue along their respective paths...

and for us Liberals, they'll make our lives impossible.

"It's the same everywhere."

It's the same everywhere...

No, no.

I'm staying here.

If I die, let them bury me.

I'm fine here in Bordeaux.

I like the city, the countryside, the climate.

The food is good.

The people are hospitable.

And the wine...

fantastic.

And you're all here, my old friends.

The only thing I miss...

is my villa in Madrid.

And your lithographs?

They're coming along slowly.

My eyes get tired.

I've decided to call them "Prints of Bulls."

What do you think?

"The Bulls...

of Bordeaux."

What are you doing here, Rosarito? Go on, get out!

I like it.

Bathtime's over, gentlemen.

That's it?

Can't I even have a peaceful conversation with friends?

Sit down, Leandro.

I'll come back to say good-bye.

Good-bye...

- Leocadia. - Good-bye, Leandro.

You know you're always welcome.

You abuse me because I'm old!

You're wrong if you think...

you'll get away with it. I'm warning you.

I'm not going to die!

I'm going to live at least 99 years...

like Titian!

God willing!

Come now.

Settle down.

No more tantrums.

You're becoming an old grouch.

What would I do without you, Leocadia?

That gentleman is staring at you, Cayetana.

Who is she?

The one laughing with Godoy.

The Duchess of Alba.

Be careful.

She's a dangerous woman.

My greatest ambition was to be the Court Painter.

But the other candidates had powerful patrons.

It was a very exclusive circle.

First I had to make a name for myself.

That meant having to flatter powerful people.

Here, in the Osuna's salon...

gathered the most intelligent people in Spain.

The best-educated, the most ambitious politicians...

and the most beautiful and elegant women.

I liked that world, I must admit, but I didn't fit in.

Those aristocrats, politicians...

and thinkers, all influenced by French culture...

had the power to change our country.

That power gave my life meaning...

and to this end, using my efforts and my art...

I dedicated myself.

I had everything I wanted.

My art as a painter...

was recognized by everyone.

Well...

nearly everyone.

Rosarito...

You're not listening.

As I grew famous with time...

my enemies also grew more numerous.

Especially after I was named the Court Painter.

Take your valerian, Dad.

I was earning more than I needed.

I had more commissions than I could handle...

and my family life...

was happy enough.

Though I can't say I was a good husband.

I wasn't a good husband...

Rosarito.

Maria Josefa...

was a good woman.

But Bayeu, her brother...

was a bad painter...

- And a bore. - The valerian, Dad.

What was I saying?

Bayeu was a bore...

Right.

I loved her, but in a different way.

The valerian...

It's repulsive!

You all are going to kill me!

Rosarito!

Rosarito, come here!

Oh, well.

I've ruined everything.

Be careful. Don't cut yourself.

We do it for your own good!

If you act like this, I'll leave!

You understand?

Cover yourself and put on your robe!

- Put it on or I'm leaving. - Wait.

I'll put it on.

I'll cover my neck...

I'll wear the plush slippers...

and I'll drink the valerian.

- All right? - All right.

Where's your mother?

Buying food.

Did I ever tell you...

how I went deaf?

It's a gift from the gods, my child.

Since the age of 45...

my life has been a miracle.

Have I never told you?

No. What happened?

You're lying.

What was I saying?

That you want the valerian.

Right!

You should hear my story.

Immaturity and the sins of youth...

plunged me down into hell, my child.

I was very ill.

At the very gates of death.

Everyone took me for dead...

and with the devil at my side.

But as you can see...

I'm still here.

Old and deaf as a post, yet here I am.

I can't even keep count of all my dead friends.

At first I kept a list and told myself:

"How sad."

But then I thought:

"How lucky it wasn't me."

The deafness...

is total.

With everything else, it wouldn't...

be so bad.

But the illness has weakened him significantly.

I fear for his life.

He won't see a priest.

- He refused the extreme unction. - You must insist.

His condition is very serious. Have you told his family?

His wife is on her way.

I don't know.

He might not see the morning.

Well, it's in God's hands now.

I've done all I can.

No, no, no...

I don't want to die!

No! No!

I don't want to die. No!

Deafness isolated me from the world...

and for a time I was bitter and solitary.