INT. ROYAL PALACE OF CORDOBA
But SENEOR looks rather overcome. A servant helps him over to a seat.
FERDINAND
We would prefer to see you stay, Isaac. The same goes for the rest of you.
ISABELLA
There; the choice is clear enough. Is there anything left to say?
ABARBANEL
I believe there is. I cannot think of any other way of expressing my commitment to your Highnesses and this great kingdom, than to offer … my entire wealth.
A ripple of shock sweeps the room. Even FERDINAND and ISABELLA seem surprised.
ABARBANEL (CONT’D)
I believe the sum would dwarf my contribution to the Granada campaign. The total is somewhere in the region of three hundred thousand ducats.
FERDINAND and ISABELLA look at each other.
VOICE
Almighty god!
Etc…
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Seeing another pair of soldiers marching towards him, RAFAEL ducks into an alley. But he soon finds himself at a dead end; trapped in a courtyard. He scurries beneath a cart.
The soldiers walk past the courtyard. They didn’t see him. But then a MAN in a house nearby pipes up.
MAN
Who are you after?
SOLDIER
A Jew. A marrano.
The MAN appears in a window, looking down into the courtyard.
MAN
I think he came in here.
The two SOLDIERS enter the courtyard, one holding a lantern, one a club.
RAFAEL examines his surroundings. There is no way out.