27/04/2023
From GALISTEO - The Movie
The combatants line the field in a multi-dimensional fight for control of the New Mexico Territory. Today, a smoldering distrust and misalignment of goals is revealed between the former Mexican authority and the Church. Truly an example of the pot calling the kettle black...
SCENE: Identity Crisis [Scene Sequence]
Who: Fray Carlos Borromeo, Mexican Dignitary Holdovers
Where: Santa Fe, San Miguel Mission, Monastery, Palace of the Governors
When: Day, Mid-1850’s
What: [RISING ACTION] The Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo transferred control of the New Mexico Territory to the United States. A provisional government and territorial governor were installed. The transition away from Mexican and provincial Spanish rule has begun. This leaves Fray Carlos and the Church adjusting to the new regime, while trying to maintain legitimacy and their grip on the indigenous population.
Fray Carlos walks through the Santa Fe Plaza, observing the arriving US soldiers and white people.
Archbishop Lamy walks with a group of priests away from the Palace of the Governors. Fray Carlos realizes that they are a threat to his influence. He has no loyalty or alliance with the gr**gos and can expect no support or concessions from the new authority. His legacy is in jeopardy.
San Miguel Mission. Morning services have ended. Fray Carlos is at the altar cleaning up. He lifts a gold chalice off the altar, turns around as he steps away from the altar, then looks up. He is startled.
AGUSTIN DE ZAVALA and two MEXICAN DIGNITARIES sit in the front row facing Fray Carlos. They are well-dressed in fine leather coats and boots and stare back at Fray Carlos with a quiet, menacing look.
The morning light coming through the chapel window reflects on the chalice in Fray Carlos’ hand, illuminating his face like some sort of deity.
AGUSTIN DE ZAVALA
Seems as though you have become the village idiot.
FRAY CARLOS
Hollow words spoken by an irrelevant fool. What’s your claim to virtue? Your government could not manage its own affairs. Hell, they left you behind. You are no longer valuable. Imagine that. A government that sells out its own people and gives up vast territory to pay for its gross incompetence, corruption, and mismanagement, collapsing under the weight of its boundless arrogance and going down without a fight.
Agustin stands up in rage and advances towards Fray Carlos.
AGUSTIN DE ZAVALA
(shouting)
Santa Anna was no fool. How quickly you change alliances. Always sucking up to the centers of power, to the masters of darkness, whomever they may be. Spain. Mexico. Rome.
Agustin circles Fray Carlos, sarcastically inspecting his appearance.
AGUSTIN DE ZAVALA
(laughing)
You’re certainly no gr**go. Can’t imagine you aligning with the Union. Maybe the Confederates will have you. Prostrate yourself at the altar of slavery, because you are a master at that.
Fray Carlos fumes with indignance and rolls his eyes.
FRAY CARLOS
The Mexican empire has fallen. You were just an illusion. The Spanish crown established its stronghold and endured in New Spain for centuries. Your people, the Mexican authority, didn’t last but three decades. Misaligned, uncoordinated, and entitled. The New Mexico Territory was basically handed to you, and in no time, you shamelessly gave it to the gr**gos.
Agustin shakes his head and grins, staring back at Fray Carlos. He steps up to the podium next to the altar and stares out into the chapel, glancing over at his counterparts, then at Fray Carlos. He retrieves a parchment document from his coat and places it on the podium.
AGUSTIN DE ZAVALA
Then the angel said to me, the waters you saw, where the pr******te sits, are peoples, multitudes, nations and languages. The beast and the ten horns you saw will hate the pr******te. They will bring her to ruin and leave her naked; they will eat her flesh and burn her with fire. For God has put it into their hearts to accomplish his purpose by agreeing to hand over to the beast their royal authority, until God's words are fulfilled.
Fray Carlos stares at Agustin with smoldering disgust.
FRAY CARLOS
You say I am a pr******te? You are an abomination. You, your government, sold out your people, leaving them to wither in the wilderness. You have no identity here. You have no purpose.
Agustin steps away from the podium and walks down the center aisle of the chapel. His two counterparts quietly stand up and follow him, each walking away with their heads held high with seething indignance.
Fray Carlos quietly observes their exit.
The doors to the chapel close.
Fray Carlos looks into the chalice in his hand.
The rays of light have shifted, leaving the chalice dull and dark.