[Script Info]
Title: 
[Events]
Format: Layer, Start, End, Style, Name, MarginL, MarginR, MarginV, Effect, Text
Dialogue: 0,0:00:11.21,0:00:24.14,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Italy. 1610. Michelangelo Merisi de Caravaggio is on the run. Again.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:24.14,0:00:33.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,No stranger to trouble, this artist's tangled with the law most of his life.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:33.60,0:00:37.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But this time, it's different.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:37.84,0:00:44.62,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,This time, he's wanted for murder.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:44.62,0:00:49.45,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There's a price on his head - alive or dead.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:49.45,0:00:52.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So he does what he's always done -
Dialogue: 0,0:00:52.60,0:00:55.45,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,does what he does best.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:55.45,0:00:59.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He tries to paint his way out of trouble.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:59.46,0:01:05.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,This is what he paints - David with Head of Goliath.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:05.66,0:01:07.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's a self-portrait.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:07.94,0:01:14.24,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But why doesn't Caravaggio cast himself as the hero, David?
Dialogue: 0,0:01:14.24,0:01:23.23,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Why does he paint himself as the villain of the piece, the monster, Goliath?
Dialogue: 0,0:01:23.23,0:01:32.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Maybe he hopes that by making this guilty plea in paint he can be spared.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:32.54,0:01:51.100,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Perhaps by offering his head in a painting he can save himself in real life.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:53.01,0:01:58.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,We like to think, don't we, that the genius is the hero, that the good guy wins,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:58.02,0:02:04.77,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but this is Caravaggio. And the genius is the villain.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:04.77,0:02:28.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:28.52,0:02:34.70,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[choral music]
Dialogue: 0,0:02:34.70,0:02:42.69,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Rome. 1600.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:42.69,0:02:58.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The center of the greatest propaganda campaign Christendom has ever seen.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:58.94,0:03:12.68,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The Catholic Church is under siege from the Protestants of Northern Europe,
Dialogue: 0,0:03:12.68,0:03:17.85,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,who have a new message for those in need of salvation.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:17.85,0:03:24.70,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Just depend on the Word," said the Protestants, "the gospel truth in black and white.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:24.70,0:03:27.93,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A printed bible is a Christian's guide.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:27.93,0:03:33.13,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Paintings in churches are a distraction, filthy idols.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:33.13,0:03:36.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Wipe them out."
Dialogue: 0,0:03:36.38,0:03:51.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:03:51.76,0:03:55.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Catholics shot back - what about the millions who can't read?
Dialogue: 0,0:03:55.60,0:03:57.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Don't they deserve to be saved?
Dialogue: 0,0:03:57.98,0:04:01.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Shouldn't the poor have a vision of the sacrifice of the savior?
Dialogue: 0,0:04:01.66,0:04:04.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The life of the virgin?
Dialogue: 0,0:04:04.01,0:04:08.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In the Catholic churches war for souls paintings were not art objects.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:08.88,0:04:15.50,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,They were the heavy artillery.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:15.50,0:04:22.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So churches are repaired, others newly built, all lavishly decorated with paintings,
Dialogue: 0,0:04:22.52,0:04:29.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the paintings responsible for defending the Catholic faith.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:29.30,0:04:36.51,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But away from the Vatican, outside the gorgeously decorated high-walled palaces of the aristocratic cardinals,
Dialogue: 0,0:04:36.51,0:04:44.77,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,there was a very different Rome.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:44.77,0:04:47.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The Rome of the sweaty, yelling crowd.
Dialogue: 0,0:04:47.66,0:04:52.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A hundred thousand of them, jostling in the markets, in the piazzas,
Dialogue: 0,0:04:52.46,0:04:57.18,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the Rome of sour wine, old garlic, street urchins,
Dialogue: 0,0:04:57.18,0:05:03.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,shifty part-time soldiers who cut your purse, or your throat, just as soon as look at you.
Dialogue: 0,0:05:03.71,0:05:08.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The Rome of beggars, buskers, tumblers, quacks and whores,
Dialogue: 0,0:05:08.38,0:05:13.37,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,thousands of them working away in the ortaggio, the evil Eden,
Dialogue: 0,0:05:13.37,0:05:18.21,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,down by the River Tiber.
Dialogue: 0,0:05:18.21,0:05:41.19,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[no dialog]
Dialogue: 0,0:05:41.19,0:05:43.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,This was Caravaggio's Rome.
Dialogue: 0,0:05:43.76,0:05:48.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Cheap rooms and drunken nights with other perpetually broke painters.
Dialogue: 0,0:05:48.60,0:06:03.77,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Living on their wits and shady credit, art for butter, always on the fly.
Dialogue: 0,0:06:03.77,0:06:12.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Their motto as they prowled the streets - nec spe nec metu - without hope, without fear.
Dialogue: 0,0:06:31.97,0:06:37.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Of course, he wasn't born a thug. Just a boy from small town Lombardy.
Dialogue: 0,0:06:37.46,0:06:43.90,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The small town of Caravaggio.
Dialogue: 0,0:06:43.90,0:06:47.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His father looked after the house and the land of a local aristocrat.
Dialogue: 0,0:06:47.98,0:06:51.26,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Respectable. Not poor, not rich.
Dialogue: 0,0:06:51.26,0:06:55.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But plague was the enemy of expectations, even small ones.
Dialogue: 0,0:06:55.46,0:07:02.09,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And it killed off Caravaggio's father and his grandpa on the same day, when he was just five.
Dialogue: 0,0:07:02.09,0:07:07.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When he was 19 his mother died, so the children sold up and got out.
Dialogue: 0,0:07:07.02,0:07:09.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He put in some time as an apprentice in Milan,
Dialogue: 0,0:07:09.94,0:07:15.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but anyone who had real talent went to Rome.
Dialogue: 0,0:07:18.30,0:07:25.29,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Caravaggio had arrived here in 1593, and had been promptly told what he was supposed to do
Dialogue: 0,0:07:25.29,0:07:30.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,if he was ever to become a great artist.
Dialogue: 0,0:07:30.02,0:07:35.42,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,First, draw old sculpture. Plenty of that lying around.
Dialogue: 0,0:07:35.42,0:07:40.62,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Second, take yourself after the old masters, Raphael perhaps.
Dialogue: 0,0:07:40.62,0:07:44.43,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Be humbled. Copy. And learn.
Dialogue: 0,0:07:44.43,0:07:48.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,What you get at the end of it all was the point of art,
Dialogue: 0,0:07:48.02,0:07:52.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,an idea of perfect form and ideal beauty.
Dialogue: 0,0:07:52.60,0:07:57.68,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,If you could make those celestial mysteries visible using your own brushes,
Dialogue: 0,0:07:57.68,0:08:03.19,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,then you'd be ready to convey that vision of perfection where it counted,
Dialogue: 0,0:08:03.19,0:08:06.13,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,in the War for Souls.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:06.13,0:08:09.37,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Oh yeah? Caravaggio didn't think so.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:09.37,0:08:12.45,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Visions of paradise? Who the hell knew about that?
Dialogue: 0,0:08:12.45,0:08:16.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,What he knew was right in front of his nose, down here on Earth,
Dialogue: 0,0:08:16.35,0:08:24.31,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,in the studio, the here and now - that would be the point of his art.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:24.31,0:08:29.59,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:08:29.59,0:08:34.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Drawing - who needed it?
Dialogue: 0,0:08:34.10,0:08:37.09,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Caravaggio never drew a thing in his life.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:37.09,0:08:46.44,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He just looked. Eyeballed. Then he'd paint.
Dialogue: 0,0:08:51.23,0:08:56.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When someone asked him what he was going to do for models he pointed at the street,
Dialogue: 0,0:08:56.30,0:09:03.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Them," he said, and he brought THEM into his studio.
Dialogue: 0,0:09:03.10,0:09:08.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:09:08.60,0:09:18.61,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The rough awkwardness of Caravaggio's Boy with a Basket of Fruit was a long way from the refined beauty of the Renaissance masters.
Dialogue: 0,0:09:18.61,0:09:25.93,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,From the start, he wasn't going to do things the way they were supposed to be done.
Dialogue: 0,0:09:25.93,0:09:31.70,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Here's Caravaggio's response to the slavish copying of the classics.
Dialogue: 0,0:09:31.70,0:09:36.18,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His painting of himself as Bacchus, the god of wine.
Dialogue: 0,0:09:36.18,0:09:39.49,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Now, bear in mind Bacchus isn't simply the god of binges,
Dialogue: 0,0:09:39.49,0:09:46.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he's also the symbol of youth and beauty, the inspirer of poetry, song and painting.
Dialogue: 0,0:09:46.54,0:09:51.61,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And this is what Caravaggio does.
Dialogue: 0,0:09:51.61,0:09:56.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:09:56.01,0:10:00.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Instead of eternal youth, he gives us something like the exact opposite,
Dialogue: 0,0:10:00.94,0:10:04.91,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,someone who's really sick.
Dialogue: 0,0:10:04.91,0:10:10.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The flesh is greenish, the lips are gray, the eyes unslept,
Dialogue: 0,0:10:10.02,0:10:13.85,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the mouth curled into a leer.
Dialogue: 0,0:10:13.85,0:10:18.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Instead of taking a human form and making it into a god,
Dialogue: 0,0:10:18.01,0:10:21.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he takes a god and makes it all too human.
Dialogue: 0,0:10:21.99,0:10:29.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The overdressed party animal as a morning-after wreck.
Dialogue: 0,0:10:29.35,0:10:32.62,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:10:32.62,0:10:34.77,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And look at those grapes!
Dialogue: 0,0:10:34.77,0:10:40.43,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Yes, he's got the bloom just right, but definitely past their sell-by date,
Dialogue: 0,0:10:40.43,0:10:49.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and they're offered to us in an oily pour, with filth-rimmed fingernails.
Dialogue: 0,0:10:49.99,0:10:54.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,No thanks.
Dialogue: 0,0:10:56.36,0:11:01.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Now, Northern Italian artists were famous for their technical skill,
Dialogue: 0,0:11:01.54,0:11:05.85,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,their naturalistic still lives.
Dialogue: 0,0:11:05.85,0:11:10.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But Caravaggio gives us nature with a twist.
Dialogue: 0,0:11:10.34,0:11:13.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Never mind art as beauty,
Dialogue: 0,0:11:13.52,0:11:20.43,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he takes a basket of fruit and turns it into a life and death drama.
Dialogue: 0,0:11:20.43,0:11:27.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He's pushing the envelope, challenging the very way the painting was supposed to be.
Dialogue: 0,0:11:27.76,0:11:33.22,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It wasn't for the timid, but painting this sharp wasn't going to go unnoticed
Dialogue: 0,0:11:33.22,0:11:36.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,by those with an eye for quality.
Dialogue: 0,0:11:36.84,0:11:46.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A cardinal, no less - Francesco Maria del Monte -
Dialogue: 0,0:11:48.10,0:11:51.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:11:51.88,0:11:54.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,No church mouse, our cardinal.
Dialogue: 0,0:11:54.30,0:12:06.36,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He lives in an enormous palazzo surrounded by poets, musicians and paintings.
Dialogue: 0,0:12:06.36,0:12:13.78,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Del Monte of the roving eye is the biggest player on the art market.
Dialogue: 0,0:12:13.78,0:12:19.59,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,At the art dealer's over the road, the cardinal sees something that takes his fancy,
Dialogue: 0,0:12:19.59,0:12:27.27,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Card sharks.
Dialogue: 0,0:12:27.27,0:12:31.37,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Del Monte takes in the brilliant color, the joky action,
Dialogue: 0,0:12:31.37,0:12:34.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the wink-wink nudge-nudginess of it all.
Dialogue: 0,0:12:34.46,0:12:38.37,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Better still, he feels the presence of these people,
Dialogue: 0,0:12:38.37,0:12:41.07,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the rosy-cheeked kid sucker,
Dialogue: 0,0:12:41.07,0:12:44.31,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and the cool bravo about to take him down,
Dialogue: 0,0:12:44.31,0:12:49.29,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,as if they were right in front of him.
Dialogue: 0,0:12:49.29,0:13:09.85,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:13:09.85,0:13:13.63,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Hey!
Dialogue: 0,0:13:13.63,0:13:19.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[laughing]
Dialogue: 0,0:13:19.54,0:13:26.67,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The cardinal buys his painting for a song, and then makes Caravaggio an offer he can't refuse.
Dialogue: 0,0:13:26.67,0:13:33.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Why don't you move into the palazzo? Smartest company in Rome.
Dialogue: 0,0:13:33.76,0:13:37.61,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Poets, philosophers. Terrific kitchen, my dear.
Dialogue: 0,0:13:37.61,0:13:40.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Never a dull moment.
Dialogue: 0,0:13:40.34,0:13:49.29,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And, the music! Well you do like music, don't you?
Dialogue: 0,0:13:49.29,0:13:52.09,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Caravaggio liked music, all right.
Dialogue: 0,0:13:52.09,0:13:55.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And here he is, at the back of this tight little group,
Dialogue: 0,0:13:55.46,0:14:01.50,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,holding the cornet.
Dialogue: 0,0:14:01.50,0:14:07.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Do we need Cupid on the left to let us know its love songs are their thing?
Dialogue: 0,0:14:07.01,0:14:08.62,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Don't think so.
Dialogue: 0,0:14:08.62,0:14:11.43,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The lead singer is crying his eyes out,
Dialogue: 0,0:14:11.43,0:14:16.59,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and he's just tuning up.
Dialogue: 0,0:14:16.59,0:14:21.45,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Now, there were lots of paintings of young boys with lutes in Baroque Rome,
Dialogue: 0,0:14:21.45,0:14:23.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but never anything quite like this.
Dialogue: 0,0:14:23.84,0:14:25.93,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Nothing this close-up.
Dialogue: 0,0:14:25.93,0:14:27.58,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Nothing this fleshy.
Dialogue: 0,0:14:27.58,0:14:29.69,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And so close to us!
Dialogue: 0,0:14:29.69,0:14:33.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's like - oh yes - four youths in a closet.
Dialogue: 0,0:14:33.10,0:14:36.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Excuse me, so sorry, don't mean to intrude.
Dialogue: 0,0:14:36.54,0:14:40.77,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Oh no, come on in, darling. Pull up a cushion. Join us.
Dialogue: 0,0:14:40.77,0:14:44.13,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,We're just rehearsing.
Dialogue: 0,0:14:44.13,0:14:48.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The claustrophobia has a point, and it's not erotic.
Dialogue: 0,0:14:48.92,0:14:55.14,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,What he's doing is demolishing the safety barrier between the viewer and the painting.
Dialogue: 0,0:14:55.14,0:14:59.51,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Caravaggio's art crushes the safety barrier of the frame.
Dialogue: 0,0:14:59.51,0:15:02.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It tears away the separation.
Dialogue: 0,0:15:02.20,0:15:07.18,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It reaches you.
Dialogue: 0,0:15:07.18,0:15:09.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[choral singing]
Dialogue: 0,0:15:09.54,0:15:12.18,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It was one thing painting pretty boys for del Monte.
Dialogue: 0,0:15:12.18,0:15:19.09,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It was quite another painting for the great churches of Rome.
Dialogue: 0,0:15:19.09,0:15:26.36,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But in 1599, Caravaggio won the commission to paint two scenes from the life of St. Matthew,
Dialogue: 0,0:15:26.36,0:15:32.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,at the Contarelli Chapel in the Church of St. Luigi.
Dialogue: 0,0:15:32.34,0:15:37.22,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It would be a test of whether he could make a new kind of art for the public
Dialogue: 0,0:15:37.22,0:15:40.45,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,in the place that really counted.
Dialogue: 0,0:15:40.45,0:15:48.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Whether he could move them to faith and salvation.
Dialogue: 0,0:15:48.34,0:15:54.26,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But the martyrdom of Matthew, the showpiece for the chapel, turned into a massive headache.
Dialogue: 0,0:15:54.26,0:15:58.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The commission called for big architectural settings,
Dialogue: 0,0:15:58.34,0:16:01.24,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the martyr with his eyes rolled to heaven,
Dialogue: 0,0:16:01.24,0:16:04.69,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,a cast of hundreds, angels on clouds.
Dialogue: 0,0:16:04.69,0:16:08.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Now Caravaggio knew he didn't want any part of that.
Dialogue: 0,0:16:08.34,0:16:12.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But he didn't know what to do instead.
Dialogue: 0,0:16:12.02,0:16:15.97,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Blocked, he turned to the scene for the other wall.
Dialogue: 0,0:16:15.97,0:16:20.90,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Somehow, when he thought about the calling of Matthew, a light went on.
Dialogue: 0,0:16:20.90,0:16:30.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Why? Because it was about a sinner. Not a saint.
Dialogue: 0,0:16:30.98,0:16:32.85,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Where have you been?"
Dialogue: 0,0:16:32.85,0:16:37.80,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Me? Where have I been? I've been here for an hour. Come on. Sit down."
Dialogue: 0,0:16:37.80,0:16:43.13,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Suddenly it all made sense. What the church was looking for,
Dialogue: 0,0:16:43.13,0:16:47.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and what Caravaggio was born to do.
Dialogue: 0,0:16:47.01,0:16:59.17,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Make something sacred out of the lives of the squalid.
Dialogue: 0,0:16:59.17,0:17:03.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So instead of setting the calling in some fantasy holy land,
Dialogue: 0,0:17:03.66,0:17:08.69,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Caravaggio beams Jesus down to a dim room in Rome.
Dialogue: 0,0:17:08.69,0:17:10.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's a dive, really.
Dialogue: 0,0:17:10.54,0:17:13.26,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Torn paper shades on the windows.
Dialogue: 0,0:17:13.26,0:17:18.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Characters from the card shops and other low-lives gathered to witness the big moment.
Dialogue: 0,0:17:18.98,0:17:25.11,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Half of them don't even notice when the two mysterious strangers, Christ and St. Peter,
Dialogue: 0,0:17:25.11,0:17:28.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,enter the room.
Dialogue: 0,0:17:28.52,0:17:31.70,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Freeze-frame. The finger points.
Dialogue: 0,0:17:31.70,0:17:33.29,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Who, me?"
Dialogue: 0,0:17:33.29,0:17:36.31,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Yes, you, Matthew. You miserable creature.
Dialogue: 0,0:17:36.31,0:17:41.05,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,We don't need the virtuous for this job. We need scum, like you."
Dialogue: 0,0:17:41.05,0:17:47.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And for this instant of redemptive transformation, Caravaggio had another stunning idea.
Dialogue: 0,0:17:47.01,0:17:50.53,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Instead of highlighting Christ, cover him up.
Dialogue: 0,0:17:50.53,0:17:56.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The less we see of him, the more we concentrate on that extended finger.
Dialogue: 0,0:17:56.38,0:18:07.69,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And through that finger comes a bolt of radiance, that changes Matthew the sinner into Christ's disciple.
Dialogue: 0,0:18:07.69,0:18:13.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:18:13.38,0:18:16.05,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's all about the light.
Dialogue: 0,0:18:16.05,0:18:20.68,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The light that's too pure and too strong for the spiritually short-sighted.
Dialogue: 0,0:18:20.68,0:18:24.26,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The old man with the glasses and the cash to receive.
Dialogue: 0,0:18:24.26,0:18:30.06,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Now, if you think this sounds a bit like a theatre or the movies, well, you're absolutely right.
Dialogue: 0,0:18:30.06,0:18:35.68,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,What Caravaggio wanted was for people to come into the darkness, in this space,
Dialogue: 0,0:18:35.68,0:18:40.37,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and suddenly find themselves in the presence not of a painting at all,
Dialogue: 0,0:18:40.37,0:18:42.78,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but a real event.
Dialogue: 0,0:18:42.78,0:18:49.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Seeing is believing.
Dialogue: 0,0:18:49.34,0:18:54.23,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:18:54.23,0:19:04.05,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[no dialog]
Dialogue: 0,0:19:09.15,0:19:14.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,With the Calling of Matthew finished, Caravaggio returned to the painting for the other wall,
Dialogue: 0,0:19:14.76,0:19:19.14,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Matthew's martyrdom, and his problem had gone.
Dialogue: 0,0:19:19.14,0:19:22.68,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He strips the scene of its remoteness, its solemnity,
Dialogue: 0,0:19:22.68,0:19:31.09,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and instead gives us what he knew all about - a brutal assault in a back street.
Dialogue: 0,0:19:31.09,0:19:35.74,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:19:35.74,0:19:42.00,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Terrified, chaotic, hysterical - the figures spin around out of control.
Dialogue: 0,0:19:42.00,0:19:56.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The scene is glimpsed as if you were running away, which is exactly what Caravaggio has painted himself doing.
Dialogue: 0,0:19:56.02,0:20:01.79,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's all flicker-flicker, strobe bit, hand held, stuttering and shrieking.
Dialogue: 0,0:20:01.79,0:20:06.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And in the middle of all this manic action, there is one fixed point.
Dialogue: 0,0:20:06.52,0:20:15.28,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Flood-lit, so you can't miss him, the naked assassin, finishing off his hit.
Dialogue: 0,0:20:15.28,0:20:27.25,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Caravaggio makes the sinner, not the saint, the hub on which everything spins.
Dialogue: 0,0:20:30.30,0:20:35.29,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's all shockingly mixed up, with the painter as a fleeing coward.
Dialogue: 0,0:20:35.29,0:20:37.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And yet, it was a triumph.
Dialogue: 0,0:20:37.94,0:20:47.87,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Caravaggio must have thought, "What can't I get away with?"\N
Dialogue: 0,0:20:47.87,0:20:53.14,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He's 30 years old. The Matthews have made him an overnight sensation.
Dialogue: 0,0:20:53.14,0:20:57.13,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The church commissions roll in.
Dialogue: 0,0:20:57.13,0:21:00.22,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But it all starts to go to his head.
Dialogue: 0,0:21:00.22,0:21:03.100,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The other Caravaggio shows up.
Dialogue: 0,0:21:03.100,0:21:09.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Violent, abusive, unpredictable.
Dialogue: 0,0:21:09.76,0:21:26.51,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:21:26.51,0:21:32.25,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[Shouting and laughing]
Dialogue: 0,0:21:32.25,0:21:38.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And the more successful he is, the weirder his behavior gets.
Dialogue: 0,0:21:38.54,0:21:44.25,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His brother, Giovanni Battista, a priest, comes to see the painter in del Monte's palace.
Dialogue: 0,0:21:44.25,0:21:47.79,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"I've got no brother. Never had one," says Caravaggio.
Dialogue: 0,0:21:47.79,0:21:54.22,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Brother leaves, crushed, bewildered.
Dialogue: 0,0:21:54.22,0:22:04.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:22:04.60,0:22:11.27,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He gets himself up in a fancy black outfit, but then he wears it until it's in tatters.
Dialogue: 0,0:22:11.27,0:22:20.06,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Then there's his dog, Crow, which he teaches to walk on its hind legs.
Dialogue: 0,0:22:20.06,0:22:31.86,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:22:31.86,0:22:36.61,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[laughing]
Dialogue: 0,0:22:36.61,0:22:51.42,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:22:51.42,0:22:56.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,If you're another painter and you see this lot coming towards you, watch out.
Dialogue: 0,0:22:56.76,0:23:04.06,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Caravaggio and his mates particularly get off on abusing rivals and imitators.
Dialogue: 0,0:23:04.06,0:23:10.18,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"We'll fry your balls in oil," was one of the choice insults recorded in court.
Dialogue: 0,0:23:10.18,0:23:13.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Whether he meant it or not, all this physical aggression,
Dialogue: 0,0:23:13.46,0:23:18.63,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,all this sweaty closeness on the borderline between pathos and trouble,
Dialogue: 0,0:23:18.63,0:23:30.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,carried over into Caravaggio's art, with shockingly moving results.
Dialogue: 0,0:23:30.98,0:23:38.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Only someone who rubs shoulders with the poorest people in Rome could produce painting like this.
Dialogue: 0,0:23:38.60,0:23:45.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Christ grabs Doubting Thomas's wrist, guiding his finger deep into his wound.
Dialogue: 0,0:23:45.30,0:23:50.36,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Burying it in his body, until Thomas believes.
Dialogue: 0,0:23:50.36,0:23:55.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Caravaggio says, "You don't just look at my pictures, you don't just stare,
Dialogue: 0,0:23:55.71,0:23:57.68,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,You feel them."
Dialogue: 0,0:23:57.68,0:24:03.26,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"OK," we say. "OK, we feel it. We believe. We believe."
Dialogue: 0,0:24:03.26,0:24:06.03,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He doesn't do it just for effect.
Dialogue: 0,0:24:06.03,0:24:14.90,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's because no one else painting in Rome takes the message of Christianity more seriously than this sinner.
Dialogue: 0,0:24:14.90,0:24:18.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Christ says, "The wretched of the Earth can be saved,"
Dialogue: 0,0:24:18.71,0:24:22.13,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and they are what Caravaggio gives us.
Dialogue: 0,0:24:22.13,0:24:29.57,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The gospel is happening right here. Right now.
Dialogue: 0,0:24:29.57,0:24:34.42,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When people come into church and see them, they are thunderstruck.
Dialogue: 0,0:24:34.42,0:24:39.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Their lives change. Their eyes open, their hearts pound.
Dialogue: 0,0:24:39.12,0:24:42.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In the presence of sacred drama, so vivid, so physical,
Dialogue: 0,0:24:42.66,0:24:45.79,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,they think they can stretch out and touch them.
Dialogue: 0,0:24:45.79,0:24:53.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The most hardened sinner, the worst sneerer, believes.
Dialogue: 0,0:24:53.65,0:24:57.03,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:24:57.03,0:25:00.82,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,This was the painter the church had been waiting for.
Dialogue: 0,0:25:00.82,0:25:08.70,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Here's St. Paul, flat on his back, his eyeballs scorched yellow by the blinding light of revelation.
Dialogue: 0,0:25:08.70,0:25:16.36,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Next to him, St. Peter bears his load of cowardly guilt, crucified upside down, unworthy, he says,
Dialogue: 0,0:25:16.36,0:25:21.24,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to be martyred the same way as Christ.
Dialogue: 0,0:25:21.24,0:25:27.22,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,No one could touch Caravaggio for capturing the sheer weight of the gospels.
Dialogue: 0,0:25:27.22,0:25:34.05,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His faith is carnal. The bodies in his masterpieces are trapped in flesh,
Dialogue: 0,0:25:34.05,0:25:37.87,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,even when they're the son of God.
Dialogue: 0,0:25:37.87,0:25:40.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But wasn't that the point of the gospel?
Dialogue: 0,0:25:40.35,0:25:43.06,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Christ's presence on Earth.
Dialogue: 0,0:25:43.06,0:25:50.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Not just a weightless angel, but in the flesh of man.
Dialogue: 0,0:25:50.10,0:25:57.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:25:57.12,0:26:00.78,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The point is, he's not just an art revolutionary.
Dialogue: 0,0:26:00.78,0:26:06.29,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,This sinner is also a devout Christian, an evangelist for the unwashed.
Dialogue: 0,0:26:06.29,0:26:10.28,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Can you imagine how pilgrims coming to Rome, their Italian Jerusalem,
Dialogue: 0,0:26:10.28,0:26:17.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,felt when confronted by this image of themselves?
Dialogue: 0,0:26:17.54,0:26:29.72,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Here's a painter who understood what it was like to live inside the grimy skin of the poor and the pious.
Dialogue: 0,0:26:29.72,0:26:35.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:26:35.38,0:26:39.24,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His street casting is astounding!
Dialogue: 0,0:26:39.24,0:26:44.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His Madonna of Loreto is just a local girl, standing in her doorway.
Dialogue: 0,0:26:44.92,0:26:55.05,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And instead of the usual crowd of the reverent, all we have kneeling before her are two old pilgrims who've plodded miles.
Dialogue: 0,0:26:55.05,0:27:02.19,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,on their bare and calloused feet.
Dialogue: 0,0:27:02.19,0:27:09.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Faced with this homage to filthy feet, some in the church may well have felt that Caravaggio had gone too far,
Dialogue: 0,0:27:09.20,0:27:14.03,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the dreaded word - indecent - began to crop up whenever his name was mentioned.
Dialogue: 0,0:27:14.03,0:27:20.72,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Perhaps that's why Giovanni Baglione, one of his imitators, got the plum job of painting the resurrection
Dialogue: 0,0:27:20.72,0:27:26.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,in the new Jesuit church, and Caravaggio didn't.
Dialogue: 0,0:27:26.60,0:27:32.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Not long afterwards a poem did the rounds of Rome's rougher taverns.
Dialogue: 0,0:27:32.76,0:27:41.93,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> Giovanni Baglioni, you are a know-nothing. Your pictures are just dogs.
Dialogue: 0,0:27:41.93,0:27:52.44,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,You will not earn a brass farthing with them.
Dialogue: 0,0:27:52.44,0:27:54.82,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> [laughing]
Dialogue: 0,0:27:54.82,0:27:57.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> So you'll have to go 'round with your arse in the air,
Dialogue: 0,0:27:57.99,0:28:07.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> [laughing] [Inaudible].
Dialogue: 0,0:28:07.88,0:28:09.77,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[drink pours]
Dialogue: 0,0:28:09.83,0:28:14.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> Awfully sorry. I won't be able to join in with a chorus of praise,
Dialogue: 0,0:28:14.60,0:28:18.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but you are quite unworthy of the chain that you are wearing,
Dialogue: 0,0:28:18.92,0:28:21.79,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and a disgrace to painting.
Dialogue: 0,0:28:21.79,0:28:24.06,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> Yes.
Dialogue: 0,0:28:24.06,0:28:30.51,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Whether the verses were written by Caravaggio or one of his pals we'll never know.
Dialogue: 0,0:28:30.51,0:28:39.16,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Baglioni sues for libel, and Caravaggio is arrested and thrown in jail.
Dialogue: 0,0:28:39.16,0:28:51.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:28:51.84,0:28:57.69,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The court record of the trial is the only time we hear Caravaggio's words directly.
Dialogue: 0,0:28:57.69,0:29:02.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> Poems? What poems?
Dialogue: 0,0:29:02.46,0:29:05.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So they're read aloud to the whole court.
Dialogue: 0,0:29:05.84,0:29:10.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> [laughing] Oh, those poems!
Dialogue: 0,0:29:10.10,0:29:27.27,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:29:27.27,0:29:34.04,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Months roll by, with Caravaggio still in jail.
Dialogue: 0,0:29:34.04,0:29:42.91,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Then, finally, without a verdict, he's released to house arrest.
Dialogue: 0,0:29:42.91,0:29:46.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:29:46.71,0:29:54.37,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,If he leaves without written permission, he gets a stint rowing as a galley slave.
Dialogue: 0,0:29:54.37,0:29:56.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Does this stop him in his tracks?
Dialogue: 0,0:29:56.94,0:30:03.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Hardly.
Dialogue: 0,0:30:05.92,0:30:15.57,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> Five hours after nightfall, Michelangelo de Caravaggio, carrying a sword and dagger, was brought in by my men.
Dialogue: 0,0:30:15.57,0:30:23.27,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When asked if he had a license he said yes, and presented it, so was dismissed.
Dialogue: 0,0:30:23.27,0:30:30.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I told him he could leave and said, "Good night, Sir," to which he replied, "Shove it up your arse."
Dialogue: 0,0:30:30.30,0:30:37.27,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So arrested him, since I could not tolerate such fee.
Dialogue: 0,0:30:37.27,0:30:44.19,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:30:44.19,0:30:53.97,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> I was seized on the Corso outside the Church of St. Horatio, because I had a sword and a dagger.
Dialogue: 0,0:30:53.97,0:31:00.17,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I have no written license to carry a sword or a dagger.
Dialogue: 0,0:31:00.17,0:31:12.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,However, the governor of Rome had given verbal orders to the captain and corporal
Dialogue: 0,0:31:12.12,0:31:14.74,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to let me carry them.
Dialogue: 0,0:31:14.74,0:31:21.83,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I have no other license.
Dialogue: 0,0:31:21.83,0:31:26.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:31:26.02,0:31:32.68,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Even his closest friends couldn't work out how the painter of religious marvels and the psycho
Dialogue: 0,0:31:32.68,0:31:36.22,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,could inhabit the same person.
Dialogue: 0,0:31:36.22,0:31:40.67,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> We're having dinner in the tavern of the mall,
Dialogue: 0,0:31:40.67,0:31:42.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> And across the room was
Dialogue: 0,0:31:42.35,0:31:44.58,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> Michelangelo de Caravaggio.
Dialogue: 0,0:31:44.58,0:31:46.14,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> The famous painter.
Dialogue: 0,0:31:46.14,0:31:49.55,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> He asked the waiter if the artichoke's been done in butter or oil.
Dialogue: 0,0:31:49.55,0:31:53.24,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> Being on the same plate.
Dialogue: 0,0:31:53.24,0:31:56.75,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> Reasonable question.
Dialogue: 0,0:31:56.75,0:32:12.86,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> Are these done in oil or butter?
Dialogue: 0,0:32:12.86,0:32:22.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> I don't know. Smell it yourself.
Dialogue: 0,0:32:22.33,0:32:25.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> Do you think you're talking to some sort of bum?
Dialogue: 0,0:32:25.30,0:32:26.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[laughing]
Dialogue: 0,0:32:26.92,0:32:32.25,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[screaming]
Dialogue: 0,0:32:32.25,0:32:42.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> Smell the artichoke! What does it smell like? Smell it! Smell it yourself, eh?
Dialogue: 0,0:32:42.35,0:32:45.21,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Smell the artichoke! Smell it!
Dialogue: 0,0:32:45.21,0:32:47.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Smell it!
Dialogue: 0,0:32:47.30,0:32:56.91,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> Michelangelo took this somewhat amiss, and he says, "You've made a mistake, you damn cuckold, you think you're servin' some sort of bum!"
Dialogue: 0,0:32:56.91,0:33:02.14,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> And he picked up the artichokes and he threw them at the waiter.
Dialogue: 0,0:33:02.14,0:33:07.67,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> At no point did he take out a sword and threaten the waiter.
Dialogue: 0,0:33:07.67,0:33:13.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> Smell it!
Dialogue: 0,0:33:13.12,0:33:24.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[gates closing]
Dialogue: 0,0:33:26.92,0:33:31.83,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Of course, Caravaggio doesn't just pick fights with people in restaurants,
Dialogue: 0,0:33:31.83,0:33:39.55,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He's fighting tradition, with painting past and present.
Dialogue: 0,0:33:39.55,0:33:44.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He lands a commission for the Church of Santa Maria, here in Trastevere.
Dialogue: 0,0:33:44.34,0:33:46.82,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It should have been right up his street.
Dialogue: 0,0:33:46.82,0:33:49.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,One of the poorest areas of Rome.
Dialogue: 0,0:33:49.33,0:33:52.08,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,At its heart was the Coat of the Virgin Mary,
Dialogue: 0,0:33:52.08,0:33:55.28,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to whom the women of the district fervently prayed
Dialogue: 0,0:33:55.28,0:33:59.86,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to cure the sick, make the barren fertile, and save the plague-stricken.
Dialogue: 0,0:33:59.86,0:34:05.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Who better than Caravaggio to paint the death of Mary?
Dialogue: 0,0:34:05.01,0:34:09.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,According to Christian tradition, Mary's death wasn't a death at all,
Dialogue: 0,0:34:09.92,0:34:13.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but a sleep before her ascent to heaven.
Dialogue: 0,0:34:13.65,0:34:19.06,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Just as the conception and birth of her son had been a fleshless miracle,
Dialogue: 0,0:34:19.06,0:34:23.73,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,so her death was a fleshless exit.
Dialogue: 0,0:34:23.73,0:34:26.96,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Well, Caravaggio didn't do fleshlessness.
Dialogue: 0,0:34:26.96,0:34:28.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He did flesh.
Dialogue: 0,0:34:28.52,0:34:34.40,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In this case, dead flesh.
Dialogue: 0,0:34:34.40,0:34:38.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,That was the first thing the Carmelite sisters of the church noticed.
Dialogue: 0,0:34:38.12,0:34:41.72,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,His Mary was dead.
Dialogue: 0,0:34:41.72,0:34:46.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Her skin was green, her body bloated under a screaming red dress.
Dialogue: 0,0:34:46.88,0:34:52.04,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Once that appalling shock had registered, worse was rumored.
Dialogue: 0,0:34:52.04,0:34:55.97,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,That Caravaggio had taken a drowned whore from the morgue
Dialogue: 0,0:34:55.97,0:35:01.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and made her into the Madonna.
Dialogue: 0,0:35:01.71,0:35:08.36,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,For me, this picture is the most moving of any painted of this scene.
Dialogue: 0,0:35:08.36,0:35:12.89,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The apostles brought to the death bed, heads bowed in sorrow.
Dialogue: 0,0:35:12.89,0:35:24.39,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Mary Magdalene crumpled with grief.
Dialogue: 0,0:35:24.39,0:35:29.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Of course, if the virgin's just having a nice snooze prior to the lift to paradise,
Dialogue: 0,0:35:29.88,0:35:33.13,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,why should anyone be so distraught?
Dialogue: 0,0:35:33.13,0:35:38.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But the weight of grief here is measured by the sense of a real death.
Dialogue: 0,0:35:38.38,0:35:43.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's a response not to immortality, but mortality.
Dialogue: 0,0:35:43.71,0:35:47.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Wherever Mary is going, she's leaving our world,
Dialogue: 0,0:35:47.46,0:35:52.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and that's reason enough to mourn.
Dialogue: 0,0:35:52.10,0:35:57.02,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Not everyone saw it that way, and once they got over their shock,
Dialogue: 0,0:35:57.02,0:36:05.16,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the Carmelite sisters who commissioned the painting gave it back.
Dialogue: 0,0:36:05.16,0:36:13.61,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[heavy breathing]
Dialogue: 0,0:36:13.61,0:36:27.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It must have been a bitter rejection, and it marks a major turning point.
Dialogue: 0,0:36:30.06,0:36:37.45,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,From now on, Caravaggio was even quicker to take offense,
Dialogue: 0,0:36:37.45,0:36:42.61,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and his life was about to spiral into a series of disastrous encounters
Dialogue: 0,0:36:42.61,0:36:50.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that would culminate in an act of appalling bloodshed.
Dialogue: 0,0:36:50.54,0:36:54.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:36:54.94,0:37:01.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It all started with a woman. Her name was Lena, a real flesh-and-blood Roman beauty.
Dialogue: 0,0:37:01.33,0:37:05.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Much the most voluptuous of all of Caravaggio's models.
Dialogue: 0,0:37:05.71,0:37:10.77,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,She'd also caught the eye of another man, Mariano Pasqualone.
Dialogue: 0,0:37:10.77,0:37:14.08,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So Pasqualone goes to see Lena's mama,
Dialogue: 0,0:37:14.08,0:37:17.03,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,says he's in love, wants to marry her,
Dialogue: 0,0:37:17.03,0:37:21.44,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,wants to make a respectable woman of her, and oh - by the way -
Dialogue: 0,0:37:21.44,0:37:27.59,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,does she know what goes on in those long modeling sessions in Caravaggio's studio?
Dialogue: 0,0:37:27.59,0:37:30.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Mama goes to see the painter.
Dialogue: 0,0:37:30.88,0:37:34.56,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Doesn't take much to imagine what happens next.
Dialogue: 0,0:37:34.56,0:37:41.09,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Honor besmirched, Caravaggio explodes in fury, wants to challenge Pasqualone to a duel,
Dialogue: 0,0:37:41.09,0:37:44.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but the coward won't wear a sword by day.
Dialogue: 0,0:37:44.12,0:37:48.40,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There is a huge shouting match on the Corso.
Dialogue: 0,0:37:48.40,0:37:54.57,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,That night, in the Piazza Novone, Pasqualone is attacked from behind.
Dialogue: 0,0:37:54.57,0:38:02.53,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Blood, screams. Victim miraculously still alive. Assailant flees into the darkness.
Dialogue: 0,0:38:02.53,0:38:09.19,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,No one is in any doubt who it is.
Dialogue: 0,0:38:09.19,0:38:19.36,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:38:19.36,0:38:28.58,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,By late May 1606, he's just a homicide waiting to happen.
Dialogue: 0,0:38:30.98,0:38:35.72,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[sword clanking]
Dialogue: 0,0:38:35.72,0:38:46.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:38:46.33,0:38:54.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[powerful music]
Dialogue: 0,0:38:54.38,0:39:46.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[heavy breathing]
Dialogue: 0,0:39:46.20,0:39:55.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[screaming]
Dialogue: 0,0:39:55.35,0:40:16.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:40:16.46,0:40:24.70,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And you think, well, it was always going to turn out badly, wasn't it?
Dialogue: 0,0:40:24.70,0:40:34.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Tomassoni's taken to his house, where he makes his final confession, and bleeds to death.
Dialogue: 0,0:40:34.30,0:40:37.44,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:40:37.44,0:40:42.29,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Wanted for murder, Caravaggio goes on the run.
Dialogue: 0,0:40:42.29,0:40:46.80,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In his absence he is sentenced to abande capitale.
Dialogue: 0,0:40:46.80,0:40:50.07,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There's a price on his head. Literally.
Dialogue: 0,0:40:50.07,0:40:57.06,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Show up with his head in a basket and you get the reward.
Dialogue: 0,0:41:00.36,0:41:07.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[rippling water]
Dialogue: 0,0:41:07.60,0:41:33.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:41:33.92,0:41:39.80,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Once again his network of patrons and admirers rallies round to keep him afloat.
Dialogue: 0,0:41:39.80,0:41:43.71,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Throughout the summer of 1606 they help him hide out,
Dialogue: 0,0:41:43.71,0:41:54.27,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and in return, sick and sober by what he's done, Caravaggio makes paintings.
Dialogue: 0,0:41:54.27,0:41:56.84,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:41:56.84,0:42:05.68,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Paintings that help him on his way far beyond the jurisdiction of the papal state.
Dialogue: 0,0:42:05.68,0:42:13.54,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Somewhere the police and bounty hunters won't find him.
Dialogue: 0,0:42:16.49,0:42:20.37,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Naples.
Dialogue: 0,0:42:20.37,0:42:25.73,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Here, in a city where cutting your throat is nothing to get worked up about
Dialogue: 0,0:42:25.73,0:42:28.52,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Caravaggio is a celebrity.
Dialogue: 0,0:42:28.52,0:42:33.09,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But his paintings are full of pity, tenderness, and mercy.
Dialogue: 0,0:42:33.09,0:42:44.75,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Hardly surprising, since as a murderer he knows his immortal soul is in grave danger.
Dialogue: 0,0:42:57.19,0:43:04.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A year goes by since the murder and escape from Rome.
Dialogue: 0,0:43:04.33,0:43:09.49,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The Neapolitans can't get enough of him.
Dialogue: 0,0:43:09.49,0:43:13.16,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Caravaggio is doing great work, and guess what?
Dialogue: 0,0:43:13.16,0:43:18.62,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,No fights.
Dialogue: 0,0:43:21.42,0:43:28.72,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So why does he suddenly leave, and end up in Malta, of all places?
Dialogue: 0,0:43:31.33,0:43:35.33,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Not to be a crusader against the Turks, that's for sure.
Dialogue: 0,0:43:35.33,0:43:46.32,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But there was one thing that Malta, the Christian island in the Muslim Mediterranean, could give him which Naples couldn't -
Dialogue: 0,0:43:46.32,0:43:52.89,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Status. Respect. A knighthood.
Dialogue: 0,0:43:52.89,0:43:57.13,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,One of his patrons makes the right noises, and introduces Caravaggio
Dialogue: 0,0:43:57.13,0:44:00.91,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to the Holy Order of the Knights of St. John.
Dialogue: 0,0:44:00.91,0:44:05.00,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,One of most rich and powerful organizations in Europe.
Dialogue: 0,0:44:05.00,0:44:09.04,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Becoming a knight would mean not only honor and respect,
Dialogue: 0,0:44:09.04,0:44:13.78,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but also a chance to wipe the bloody slate of his past clean.
Dialogue: 0,0:44:13.78,0:44:19.64,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Now, normally being a convicted murderer would be an insurmountable obstacle to admission.
Dialogue: 0,0:44:19.64,0:44:22.13,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Not for Caravaggio.
Dialogue: 0,0:44:22.13,0:44:29.56,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,On 14 July 1608 the robe with the Maltese Cross is put around the fugitive's shoulders,
Dialogue: 0,0:44:29.56,0:44:38.68,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and he is officially proclaimed one of the greatest of painters, living or dead.
Dialogue: 0,0:44:38.68,0:44:46.47,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[choral singing]
Dialogue: 0,0:44:48.78,0:44:58.56,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In exchange for all this, Caravaggio undertook a painting for the knights' cathedral.
Dialogue: 0,0:45:00.91,0:45:05.79,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,You have to imagine this place filled with robes and incense,
Dialogue: 0,0:45:05.79,0:45:11.93,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and echoing with deep, dark anthems.
Dialogue: 0,0:45:11.93,0:45:17.73,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:45:17.73,0:45:23.21,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The beheading of John the Baptist is the biggest thing Caravaggio had ever done.
Dialogue: 0,0:45:23.21,0:45:28.40,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Seventeen feet long, filling the entire eastern wall of the oratory.
Dialogue: 0,0:45:28.40,0:45:31.51,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's movie screen-sized.
Dialogue: 0,0:45:31.51,0:45:41.90,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He wanted the knights to feel it not as a painting, but as a living drama going on right in front of them.
Dialogue: 0,0:45:44.31,0:45:47.59,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,No wonder it sends a shiver through us, this thing.
Dialogue: 0,0:45:47.59,0:45:49.85,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,This infamous butchery.
Dialogue: 0,0:45:49.85,0:45:55.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Taking place in a grim prison yard, where the body of John the Baptist has been dragged
Dialogue: 0,0:45:55.99,0:46:01.62,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to have his head hacked off.
Dialogue: 0,0:46:03.25,0:46:12.29,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's a scene of remorseless cruelty that tears your insides out and turns art upside down.
Dialogue: 0,0:46:12.29,0:46:17.77,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Art is supposed to bring us beauty, but just look at that semicircle of figures,
Dialogue: 0,0:46:17.77,0:46:24.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and you'll see something has gone terribly wrong.
Dialogue: 0,0:46:24.20,0:46:33.91,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,That perfect lily-white arm carries the golden bowl into which the Baptist's head will drop.
Dialogue: 0,0:46:33.91,0:46:37.80,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The solemn soldier, the embodiment of authority,
Dialogue: 0,0:46:37.80,0:46:42.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,is giving the order for an atrocity.
Dialogue: 0,0:46:42.35,0:46:48.95,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,That perfect nude is a cold-blooded hit man with a knife.
Dialogue: 0,0:46:48.95,0:46:51.85,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The action seems to go on forever.
Dialogue: 0,0:46:51.85,0:46:54.74,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Until, like that anguished old woman,
Dialogue: 0,0:46:54.74,0:46:59.13,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,all you can do is scream.
Dialogue: 0,0:46:59.13,0:47:02.64,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Caravaggio gives us death, twice over.
Dialogue: 0,0:47:02.64,0:47:09.32,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The death of John the Baptist, and the death of our most cherished illusion about art,
Dialogue: 0,0:47:09.32,0:47:13.24,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,that it can make us finer, more humane.
Dialogue: 0,0:47:13.24,0:47:15.83,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Dream on," says Caravaggio.
Dialogue: 0,0:47:15.83,0:47:25.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In the face of this barbaric power, all we can ever be are impotent spectators, just like those prisoners in the grim darkness,
Dialogue: 0,0:47:25.99,0:47:32.42,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,screwing their necks to get a look.
Dialogue: 0,0:47:32.42,0:47:37.83,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's this ruthless honesty that makes this such a modern work.
Dialogue: 0,0:47:37.83,0:47:46.26,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Art without any vision of consolation or redemption.
Dialogue: 0,0:47:46.26,0:47:48.58,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's a chilling scene.
Dialogue: 0,0:47:48.58,0:47:53.31,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,For me, it's about the most powerful statement an artist could possibly make
Dialogue: 0,0:47:53.31,0:47:55.51,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,about the human condition.
Dialogue: 0,0:47:55.51,0:47:58.95,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,About the brutality of state murder.
Dialogue: 0,0:47:58.95,0:48:01.70,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But it's also autobiography.
Dialogue: 0,0:48:01.70,0:48:08.32,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Caravaggio has signed this picture, writing his name in the blood of John the Baptist.
Dialogue: 0,0:48:08.32,0:48:16.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Only a guilt-stricken killer could possibly feel this desperately about wanting the violence to stop.
Dialogue: 0,0:48:16.88,0:48:26.97,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Only Caravaggio could want so badly for the blood of the martyr to wash away his crime.
Dialogue: 0,0:48:26.97,0:48:32.88,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[saintly singing]
Dialogue: 0,0:48:35.27,0:49:00.39,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:49:00.39,0:49:04.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Now it would be nice, wouldn't it, if that was the end of the story?
Dialogue: 0,0:49:04.30,0:49:08.16,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Outlaw painter redeemed by knockout masterpiece.
Dialogue: 0,0:49:08.16,0:49:11.00,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Art changed forever. Sinner saved.
Dialogue: 0,0:49:11.00,0:49:15.55,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But in Caravaggio's case, salvation doesn't come that easily.
Dialogue: 0,0:49:15.55,0:49:23.05,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The painter who wants violence to stop can't even control his own.
Dialogue: 0,0:49:25.06,0:49:33.81,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Barely a month after he's been admitted to the Order of St. John, Caravaggio's imprisoned for assaulting a brother knight.
Dialogue: 0,0:49:33.81,0:49:38.89,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But, incredibly, he manages to escape from his underground cell,
Dialogue: 0,0:49:38.89,0:49:41.80,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,over the castle walls, and into a boat
Dialogue: 0,0:49:41.80,0:49:49.41,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,which takes him to Sicily.
Dialogue: 0,0:49:49.97,0:49:55.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He returns to the safety of Naples, and it's here his enemies finally catch up with him.
Dialogue: 0,0:49:55.99,0:49:58.40,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,He's jumped, leaving an inn,
Dialogue: 0,0:49:58.40,0:50:04.74,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,his face and head slashed and gashed so badly, he's left for dead.
Dialogue: 0,0:50:04.74,0:50:15.86,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:50:15.86,0:50:20.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But he doesn't die, and in this, his darkest moment, recovering from his beating,
Dialogue: 0,0:50:20.99,0:50:23.38,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,news reaches him from Rome.
Dialogue: 0,0:50:23.38,0:50:28.61,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The pope's nephew, Scipione Borghese, is arranging a pardon.
Dialogue: 0,0:50:28.61,0:50:34.13,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,So Caravaggio sets about repaying him, the only way he can,
Dialogue: 0,0:50:34.13,0:50:40.39,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,the only way he's ever got anywhere.
Dialogue: 0,0:50:46.08,0:50:51.83,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's a self-portrait, unlike any painted before.
Dialogue: 0,0:50:51.83,0:50:55.62,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Usually when artists looked in the mirror they liked what they saw,
Dialogue: 0,0:50:55.62,0:51:01.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and what they saw were men, young or old, whose features were ennobled by their calling,
Dialogue: 0,0:51:01.30,0:51:05.75,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to bring virtue, beauty and grace into the world.
Dialogue: 0,0:51:05.75,0:51:10.63,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Now, look at Caravaggio.
Dialogue: 0,0:51:10.63,0:51:14.62,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A decapitated head. He's Goliath.
Dialogue: 0,0:51:14.62,0:51:19.41,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A bloody grotesque. A monster.
Dialogue: 0,0:51:19.41,0:51:24.45,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In the beheading of John the Baptist, evil was done by other people.
Dialogue: 0,0:51:24.45,0:51:30.06,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Here it's Caravaggio who's the embodiment of wickedness.
Dialogue: 0,0:51:30.06,0:51:35.53,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In this victory of virtue over evil, David is supposed to be the center of attention,
Dialogue: 0,0:51:35.53,0:51:40.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but have you ever seen a less jubilant victor?
Dialogue: 0,0:51:40.01,0:51:47.04,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,On his sword is inscribed, "humilitas occidit superbiam", humility conquers pride.
Dialogue: 0,0:51:47.04,0:51:56.50,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A battle that's been fought out inside Caravaggio's head, between the two sides of the painter portrayed here.
Dialogue: 0,0:51:56.50,0:51:59.85,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There's the devout, courageous David Caravaggio,
Dialogue: 0,0:51:59.85,0:52:03.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and then there's the criminal sinner, Goliath Caravaggio.
Dialogue: 0,0:52:03.98,0:52:09.15,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"I know who I've been," says the pathetic head, unable to look us in the eyes,
Dialogue: 0,0:52:09.15,0:52:16.07,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"I know what I've done." It's a desolate vision, offered to us in utter blackness,
Dialogue: 0,0:52:16.07,0:52:22.45,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,no virtue, no grace. Just the dark truth from the inside of Caravaggio's head,
Dialogue: 0,0:52:22.45,0:52:27.30,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,flooded with tragic self-knowledge.
Dialogue: 0,0:52:29.16,0:52:45.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:52:45.10,0:52:49.07,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,For me, the power of his art is the power of truth,
Dialogue: 0,0:52:49.07,0:52:51.63,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,not least about ourselves.
Dialogue: 0,0:52:51.63,0:52:54.95,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,For if we're ever to have a chance of redemption,
Dialogue: 0,0:52:54.95,0:53:05.28,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,it must begin with an act of recognition that in all of us the Goliath competes with the David.
Dialogue: 0,0:53:05.28,0:53:11.39,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In July 1610, Caravaggio rolled up his paintings and set sail from Naples,
Dialogue: 0,0:53:11.39,0:53:18.37,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,finally heading home.
Dialogue: 0,0:53:18.37,0:53:29.59,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Sailing north, his boat stopped at the tiny harbor of Parlo, on the coast just west of Rome.
Dialogue: 0,0:53:29.59,0:53:33.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Here, the local captain of the guard either hadn't heard about his pardon
Dialogue: 0,0:53:33.94,0:53:36.76,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,or mistook him for some other fugitive.
Dialogue: 0,0:53:36.76,0:53:40.01,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Either way, he's thrown in jail.
Dialogue: 0,0:53:40.01,0:53:46.46,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,By the time he's managed to pay his way out, his boat has sailed off, along with his paintings,
Dialogue: 0,0:53:46.46,0:53:53.81,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,his offering to Borghese.
Dialogue: 0,0:53:56.42,0:53:59.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Desperate to catch up with his ship with its precious cargo,
Dialogue: 0,0:53:59.92,0:54:11.93,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Caravaggio sets off north towards Porto Ercole, 100 km through the malarial infested swamp country, the Miramar.
Dialogue: 0,0:54:16.77,0:54:21.63,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,[trudging footsteps]
Dialogue: 0,0:54:21.63,0:54:36.63,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:54:36.63,0:54:40.21,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Here, the final disaster awaited.
Dialogue: 0,0:54:40.21,0:54:47.73,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In pathetic attempt to hail a ship, Caravaggio starts running along the beach under the broiling July sun
Dialogue: 0,0:54:47.73,0:54:50.73,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,before collapsing in the sand.
Dialogue: 0,0:54:50.73,0:54:57.08,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,By now he's suffering from a raging fever, and is taken to a local monastic hospital.
Dialogue: 0,0:54:57.08,0:55:03.42,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,There, according to a contemporary report, without the aid of God or man,
Dialogue: 0,0:55:03.42,0:55:09.68,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,he died, as miserably as he'd lived.
Dialogue: 0,0:55:11.89,0:55:53.03,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,
Dialogue: 0,0:55:53.03,0:55:56.65,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,>> No!!!!!
Dialogue: 0,0:55:57.72,0:56:04.17,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It's sometime later that the pope's nephew, Scipione Borghese, finally receives the paintings
Dialogue: 0,0:56:04.17,0:56:08.41,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,with which Caravaggio had hoped to win his pardon.
Dialogue: 0,0:56:08.41,0:56:12.49,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The cardinal finds himself face to face with the picture of the painter
Dialogue: 0,0:56:12.49,0:56:15.55,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,as the slain Goliath.
Dialogue: 0,0:56:15.55,0:56:17.87,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The cardinal isn't used to this.
Dialogue: 0,0:56:17.87,0:56:22.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Artists had been given their gift by God to bring beauty into the world,
Dialogue: 0,0:56:22.66,0:56:26.40,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,to put mortal creatures in touch with their higher selves.
Dialogue: 0,0:56:26.40,0:56:29.17,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,That's the way it was supposed to be.
Dialogue: 0,0:56:29.17,0:56:33.31,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,But Caravaggio never did anything the way it was supposed to be.
Dialogue: 0,0:56:33.31,0:56:37.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Here I am," says this dead face which seems still alive,
Dialogue: 0,0:56:37.92,0:56:44.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"They said whoever delivers my head will get a reward. Well, I'm turning myself in.
Dialogue: 0,0:56:44.34,0:56:47.57,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Will that do? Can I have my reward?
Dialogue: 0,0:56:47.57,0:56:49.97,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Can I have my pardon?"
Dialogue: 0,0:56:49.97,0:56:56.13,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"Sorry," says the cardinal. "So sorry. You're too late."