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CANAL ONCE PRESENTS

THE NOBLE CITY OF MEXICO, 1665.

BASTARDY IN TUTORS OR LADIES-IN-WAITING
IS FROWNED UPON IN THE VICEROYAL COURT,

WHERE YOUNG PEOPLE FROM GOOD FAMILIES
LOOK FOR MARRIAGE OPPORTUNITIES.

The devil!

The devil!

The devil!

The devil!

My Juanita!

Leave us alone.

Please.

I have something important to say.

No, in the morning.

Important things can keep me up at night.

-It's necessary--
-Take my clothes off.

It's urgent. May I--

Rub almond oil on my skin.

I beg you to listen to me.

-I'm not who you think I am.
-Silence.

On my breasts.

Go on.

Go on.
Go on.

Excuse me.

It's time for my prayers.

Allow me to retire.

I know who you are.

I've known it since I first saw you.

You're the beloved of the Vicereine.

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A SERIES CREATED BY
PATRICIA ARRIAGA JORDÁN

THERE IS NO CONFINEMENT FOR THE SOUL

I hope that one day you can forgive me.

No, it is I who must
seek your forgiveness.

I cannot disobey my parents.

They would never allow me
to marry an illegitimate daughter...

even if she is the brightest
star in all of New Spain.

Carnal desire is stronger
than moral and religious principles.

No, the sin is in lying
in order to get a position.

We all lie.

This is why we have
the sacrament of confession.

Pardon my lack of discretion,
Your Excellency...

but doesn't it worry you what she
could be teaching your daughter?

No, Father.

Her knowledge has nothing to do
with her condition as a bastard.

Bastardy--

What worries me most...

is thinking about having
to expel her from the court.

The Vicereine won't stand for it.

A bee and a calf...

But it wasn't a bee.

Oh, no, no.

It was a sheep
because they run through the fields.

-Of course! With the calf.
-Yes.

A sheep and a calf.

Your Excellency.

Father Núñez asked me
to give this to you myself.

It's urgent.

Leave it on the chair.

He also asked me to tell you
not to speak with Juana Inés

until you have read this note.

Rosemary. Rosmarinus.

What does that mean?

Rose?

Yes. What kind?

María, like Your Excellency.

You both came from Spain.

It can serve as a memento,
a tool for the memory.

This is epazote.

Juana Inés!

Juana Inés!

What have you done?

You have jeopardized my honor.

You thought that your verses
would keep me at your feet, didn't you?

And that you would
thus guarantee your place in my court

until you found yourself a husband.

This is what you thought, isn't it?

No one is at fault for this deception
except for myself. No one!

What could I expect of one
who presents herself to the court

speaking the tongue of the Indians?

What would a bastard like you know
of honor and decency?

I'm speaking to you!

May God bless Your Excellency.

I thank you for all your kindness.

Now I beg you to forgive me.

Juana Inés...

"Farewell, my love...

forever, forever."

Ignacio.

I beg you.

Aunt, who are you speaking with?

It's just the fever.

The doctor is on his way.

Wait.

Juana Inés.

I've been thinking
that we should go to Nepantla.

And drink chocolate, eat tamales

and learn the words of the Indian tongue.

Would you teach me?

Whatever you desire, Your Excellency.

Only you.

Only you give meaning to my life.

Would you take me to Nepantla?

It could be just the two of us.

Only if we take Venancio along.

Did you hear that, Venancio?

We're going to Nepantla.

Yes.

We're going to Nepantla.

Let's go.

Thank you, Don Manuel.

I would appreciate it
if you allowed me to be alone.

"Whence has all this praise come to me?

Whence such tribute?

Of what stature do you make me?

I am not who you think...

Not to be born of an honorable father

would be a blemish I must own

if receiving my being from no other

I had not known it was his alone."

"De revolutionibus orbium coelestium."

Nicolai... Copernici.

I've already burned the book,
don't denounce me.

You cannot continue
as before, Juana Inés.

You are currently protected
by the Vicereine

but when she goes back to Spain...

you will be left defenseless.

Marriage will be difficult for you.

No good Christian family...

like that of Ignacio...

will accept you.

What other options do you have?

Only that of being a concubine,
like your mother.

And filling your life
with illegitimate children.

Is that what you want?

Is that what you want your life to be?

Whatever you think, Father Antonio.

All I desire is to study
and to have time to write.

I'm willing to go wherever you tell me.

You have talent, Juana Inés.

Offer it up to God.

And save your soul from
the sins of vanity and pride.

Are you willing to be my confessor?

Your Reverence?

I am putting my life in your hands,
at least look at me.

What's important is that the will
you obey is that of God, not your own.

Nor mine.

I think I know the ideal place for you.

What's the name of the new novitiate?

Juana Inés de Asbaje.

You lie.

We know that you're not an Indian.

You're a baptized mestiza.

The daughter of parents who
professed the Christian faith.

In the Holy Office, no one is
arrested without sufficient proof

that they have acted against
our holy Catholic faith.

You have been denounced
for practicing witchcraft.

The corn is sick.

The people are hungry.

For the love of God.

Why, if you practice the same
Christian faith as your parents,

do you sin against that faith?

Repent. Save your soul!

Repent!

Repent!

The Discalced Carmelites.
Your new home.

Say farewell to this
wretched world, Juana Inés.

You are no longer a part of it.

I am capable of giving up everything

in order to find
the peace I need to study.

That you will have, my child.
I guarantee it.

I just want to remind you
that from now on

your primary
responsibility is to serve God.

Of course, Your Reverence.

Above all else.

Juana Inés!

I need my books.

They'll bring them in to you.

I can't believe I won't ever again
see the plaza, the lake, the market.

We close ourselves off to the world,
but open ourselves up to the Lord.

If He has ever been pleased with you,
then today is that day.

-Should I bring her trunks?
-No.

-Nothing.
-Mother?

Anxiety is eating me up.

Could you give me his name, at least?

My child.

I can imagine your sadness.

Sadness?

Yes, I know how much
Juana Inés meant to you.

She was a good tutor.

Stop it!

Mother.

Have you chosen one yet?

One what?

My husband.

Daughter, I don't have the head for that.

And without Juana Inés,
I don't know how I'll manage.

I am sure that the Marquisate
of Mancera can go on without her.

Mother.

I beg you not to forget about me.

Find me a good husband.

No matter how much you stare,
the door won't open again.

I need my trunks.

Welcome to the cloister, Sister,
just like the rest of us.

For the soul there is no enclosure,
nor prison that can impede it,

because she may only be incarcerated
by those she creates for herself.

You may impress the Viceroy,
but God is not interested in your rhymes.

Only in your prayers.

I am Sor Pilar, your prior.

Come with me.

Have you thought
about how you will call yourself

in this new life you're starting?

Juana Inés de la Cruz.

In honor of our founder?

Precisely.

And do you think you're at her level?

I would like to believe
that I could come to be.

Well then, Sor Juana de la Cruz
you shall be.

Sisters!

We have renounced splendor
and chosen poverty.

We have renounced vanity
and chosen unity.

We have renounced sin,
cutting our hair...

in order not to tempt the devil,
who always wants to enter our bodies.

The Marquis de Villanueva,
Rodrigo Garza y Ruiz.

Widowed one year ago.

Oh, no.
Not a widower.

The third son of the
Duke of the Infantado:

Jose de Silva y Mendoza.

Age?

Born in '54.
He's 13 years old.

Put him down for consideration.

-We also have Don Agustin--
-Juana Inés!

Juana Inés!

Where is she?
Has she returned?

No, Your Excellency.
Only her belongings.

Follow me.

Refugio!

Catalina!
Call Father Núñez!

Immediately!

What matter could be so
exasperating for the Vicereine?

Father, why are Juana Inés's
belongings not with her?

She no longer needs them, Your Excellency.

But you told her that
she could keep them with her.

I told her what she needed to hear
so she would go in the right direction.

That's how the Church operates.

With false promises.

Your Excellency, I don't aim
for you to understand...

the motives of the Church.

Merely that we desire the higher good.

Father Núñez, I don't want to
make any more noise on this matter.

But these books must
be returned to their owner.

I also don't want to make
any more noise on this matter.

I merely ask you to recall that,
as an assessor of the Holy Office,

I am the highest authority on books.

And it would be inconvenient
for it to be discovered

that your charge had unexpurgated books...

in her possession.

I must repeat myself, Your Excellency...

I don't aim for you
to understand our methods.

But you must not doubt our motives.

The habit fits you well.

The problem is not how it fits,
Sor Pilar, but in how it itches.

It's intentional.

Offer your discomfort up to the Lord
and one will never become accustomed.

We are guided by canonical hours and
you must accompany your sisters

to the church to pray
the Matins at midnight.

Lauds are prayed at dawn
and Vespers at sundown.

Prime, Tierce, Sext and None
may be prayed

wherever you are when you hear the bell.

Between prayers,
there are activities for each sister.

Which are?

You will learn them.

Impatience has never been
a virtue, Sor Juana.

And the time for relaxation?

Why should there be?
We have consecrated our lives to God.

To study.

Our Father, who art in heaven.

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy Kingdom come.

Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.

May I?

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive
those who trespass against us.

Why are they being punished?

They're not.

They're merely deaf, blind and
humble as an offering to the Lord.

I hope that I can follow
their example someday.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done...

You aren't going to eat?

I don't have an appetite.

And forgive us our trespasses...

This is your cell.

I hope you find it adequate.

Excuse me, Mother,
but what about my things?

Your things?

My trunks and my books.

We are not Heironymites.

The only books here are for prayer.

-It must be a mistake.
-No, I don't think so.

I must speak with Father Núñez.

We won't bother the Father
over the problems of a sister,

much less will we do so for
the caprices of a novitiate.

Mother, please--

You will find peace in
renouncing earthly goods.

Good night, Sor Juana.

Mother, I beg you, please.
Father Núñez said I could keep them--

Mother!

What could you want at this late hour?

I would like to see Juana Inés de Asbaje.

You must be referring to
Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz.

I'm afraid it's impossible.

It's of the utmost importance.

You must know that this convent
does not accept visitors.

I am the Vicereine.

I doubt it.
She would not come here.

But...

My lady!

My lady!

Please! Your Excellency!

Get me out of here, please.!

Your Excellency!
Get me out of here!

Kneel, Sister.

Why do we always have to kneel?

Because it's a trivial sacrifice

compared to the one
that Christ made for us.

And God will be happier
because we are uncomfortable?

Where are you going, Sor Juana?

I've finished cleaning the flagstones.

Clean them again.

But they're already clean.

It's not about cleaning the floor

but about cleaning
your mind of impurities.

My mind is pure, Mother.
I'm concerned with cultivating it.

Do you feel superior to your sisters?

No, I didn't say that.

But I believe I can put my mind
to much more productive use.

This arrogance must be cured.

Mother.

I don't want to cause any trouble.

I believe there's still time
to reconsider my stay here.

The cloister means a living
burial between four walls.

Your verses were once applauded,
but they will soon be forgotten.

Now kneel.

No!

I am no nun.

It's already clean.

Here are your things.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me!

Get off me!

Don't touch me!

Five escaped slaves
attacked the carriage.

They're a plague.

We must issue a decree prohibiting
the shipment of negroes to this colony.

The Indians are enough.

Would that not be an extreme
measure, Your Excellency?

Spain will not stand for it.

Father Antonio.

What do you think?

Those negroes are scandalous.

They lack decorum.

Your Excellency, this is a matter
of politics, not one of religion.

Are they not the same?

The Portuguese won't stand for it.

There's a new disturbance each week.

They do more harm than good.

Your Excellency.

I must retire.

There must be another solution.

Tell me what it is, Don Pedro.

Nothing dissuades them.

Thank you, Sister.

Juana Inés, for God's sake.

This is immoral.

I am no nun, Father.
Get me out of here.

Juana Inés,
you have the devil inside you.

Cover yourself or I'll have you flogged.

I show you my vile and despicable body

so you'll see that it's unworthy
of the habit.

Cover yourself or there will be
no penitence that can save you.

You put me here.

With the hope that it would reform you.

But so far it has only made things worse.

I expected more of you, Juana Inés.

And I of you, Father.

You lied to me.

For your own good.

You were condemning your soul
with so much learning.

I did not know you opposed my studies.
You always told me the contrary.

Or did you only do so to remain
in the graces of the Viceroy?

Juana Inés.

Don't you realize?

I'm the only one you have left.

Your aunt, your sisters...

your mother,

the Vicereine,

not to speak of your father.

They have all distanced
themselves from you.

But I am here.

What do you want of me?

Tell me and I will do it.

Save yourself.

Save me, then!

Get me out of here.

Juana Inés,
you have an entire life ahead...

to learn to love these walls.

Father Núñez, please, I beg you.

Father Núñez!
We both know that I don't belong here!

I know you can hear me!

My books!

I want my books!

Please, Mother.

Let me keep them.

-Your Grace.
-Gentlemen.

I am distressed by the lack of respect
for authority in the convents.

Your Excellency, you are not
the first to express this.

I have sent letter after
letter to the Carmelites

and have received no response.

I understand the seriousness
of the situation.

Promise me that you will
do something, I beg you.

Anything that is in my hands,
Your Excellency.

Your Excellency,
Viceroy Antonio Sebastian

Alvarez de Toledo Molina y Salazar...

and his daughter, María Luisa
Alvarez de Toledo y Carreto.

We have gathered together
the nobility of New Spain...

to celebrate the marriage
of our daughter María

to Jose María Silva y Mendoza,

knight commander of Estepa de Santiago

and a gentleman of his Most
Christian Majesty and First Equerry.

We thank His Grace,
Friar Payo Enriquez de Rivera,

recently named Archbishop,

who will unite them in holy matrimony.

I am the one who should
be thankful, Your Excellency.

To the future prosperity of
the houses of Mancera and Silva

and to the kingdom of His Majesty,
Charles II, and his mother,

Queen Regent Mariana of Austria.

To their health.

Allow...

Waste...

No space or time is too short
for those who do not allow...

idleness to let it go to waste.

Time.

Look.

The prior has said that you may leave.

What for?

To continue occupying
my time with penitence?

Yes.

And to write to the Vicereine.

It seems she has asked
for a letter from you.

My God!
You're burning up!

This woman has been punished
with public shaming

for the sins of witchcraft
and superstitious practices.

For using corn in a manner perverting
the designs of our Lord God,

and for having an implicit
pact with the devil!

May I?

My duty is to supervise you.

"No space of time..."

The permission is for a letter,
not for a verse.

I write my letters in verse, Mother.

I write verse everywhere.

If you do not approve it,
why not write a letter to the Vicereine

explaining why you aren't allowing
me to write verses to her?

I feel you!
I feel you!

I feel you!

Praised be the Lord!

Lord!

Lord!

The Lord is with you!

Sister.

Yes.

Have mercy on me.

Don't let me die here.

Wait.

Wait.

I need to ask you a favor.

I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't
a matter of life or death.

Your Excellency, this servant
insists on seeing you.

Leave me in peace.

She brings you a message
from the Carmelites.

Your Excellency, it's Sor Juana.

She's dying.

I have a shipment of slaves in Veracruz

recently arrived from Africa.

Your Excellency... I have not been
given permission to unload them

and, in this heat,
they're dying on board the ship.

Go sell them in some other port.
We don't want them here.

Each week we have yet another
disturbance involving escaped slaves.

They cause more harm than good.

And who will you use for manual labor
when all the Indians die from epidemics?

Until that happens,
I won't allow slaves in this land.

Your Excellency, the slave trade
is a source of many mercantile benefits.

The court in Madrid
will not look kindly on your decision.

Greater are the losses seen in this land

due to their interminable
looting and rioting.

Spain needs funds for the war.

It would be a great catastrophe
if she does not receive it.

Greater still if she lost New Spain.

Her humors are in total imbalance.

We must hope that the bleeding
will restore them.

But will this not weaken her too much?

It's the best we can do for her.

I cannot guarantee that she will live.

Your Excellency,
they've done all they can.

No, I have heard that the Indians
have remedies that are unknown to us.

Your Excellency,
you would turn to forbidden practices?

Your Excellency cannot take
a nun from a convent.

I haven't done anything wrong.

On the contrary.

Perhaps I have saved a life.

Think of the example it would set.

We don't want to see wayward nuns
running around the city.

Would you have preferred
that I let her die there?

I would have preferred that she
fulfill the will of God, not yours.

You mean to say yours, Father.

You want to make us all
into cloistered nuns.

Your Excellency.

Juana Inés should return to her convent. She cannot abandon her
obligations like this.

No, there's nothing to talk about.

She is here, where she belongs.

Can you help her?

I don't understand.

Her nahual is trapped.

And can you help her?
Can you do something for her?

Jacinto!

Help me undress her.

Catalina.

Careful, careful.

Careful!

Everything will be alright, Juana Inés.

Everything will be alright.

Tonantzin.

Tonantzin.

Tonantzin.

Tonantzin.

Tonantzin.

Oh, God!

Tonantzin.

Tonantzin.

Tonantzin.

Tonantzin.

Tonantzin.

Tonantzin.

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