All language subtitles for Bonanza - S01E21 - The Spanish Grant.eng

(horses approaching)

Go in the house, Mary.

Stay where you are.

You have been served
with a notice of eviction.

Why are you still here?

This is our house, mister.

We've got no other
place to go.

That is yourconcern, not ours.

You can't go in there!

Leave her alone!

(screams)

Sounded like it come
from the south, Pa.

The Logan place.

(sobbing)

Put up the sign.

You'll be off this land
by nightfall, señora.

(sobbing)

(theme song playing)

(horse neighs)

Is he badly hurt?

He's dead.

They killed him.

Mary, what happened?

What... what
was the fight about?

They said we were trespassing.

They said...

"Señora...

be off this land by nightfall."

"Señora."

Sounds like Don Antonio.

Let's go.

Stay where you are, Little Joe.

Mary, the law's on their side.

Andy and me,
we homesteaded this place.

Five years he sweated
in these fields.

Now we got a family coming--
I'm not going.

Mary...

...come with us.

We'll be back.

I promise.

Give me a hand, boys.

You boys stay here.

Ben, Adam.

I've come
to report a killing.

Andy Logan has been
shot down in cold blood.

As a matter of accuracy,
he was killed in self-defense.

Sheriff Hawkins
has all the facts.

That's right, Ben,
Señor Luga has already

made a complete report
on behalf of his men.

Well, did he report

that it was his men
who committed the murder?

HAWKINS:
There's a difference, Ben.

Logan was given a
notice of eviction,

so he had no legal right
to be on that land.

And a couple of witnesses
saw him attack Señor Luga's man.

All he was doing
was defending what was his.

There's no
evidence of that.

Well, there's Mrs. Logan's word!

You think that'll
stand up in court, Adam?

Stand up in court?

They talk
of lawlessness of the West.

Well, this is lawlessness
backed up by law.

They're evicting families,

throwing them
out of their homes,

killing men,
and you protect them!

HAWKINS:
Now, keep your
shirt on, Ben.

I don't like this
any better than you do.

This is not really
your fight, Señor Cartwright.

Why do you insist
on interfering?

Interfering?!
Of course
it's our fight.

You're trying to take
part of our land, too.

Technically speaking, yes.

But although
the De La Cuesta land grant

takes in a few hundred acres
of Ponderosa property,

it is such a, well,
such a small section

of your great ranch--
you will hardly miss it.

We happen to value every foot
of our property, Señor Luga.

Your pardon, señor.

It is the property of my niece.

Perhaps she will be
gracious enough

to permit you to retain it,
if your attitude is cooperative.

Well, you know
what you can tell your niece.

Some respect, sir--
you are talking about

Isabella Maria Ynez
y Castro De La Cuesta,

descendant of one of
the oldest and noblest
families in Spain.

(laughs)

Sanchez, you are
becoming quite amorous.

For the noble Isabella
De La Cuesta, why not?

Why don't you knock?

Since when do you
require privacy?

One man meeting another
in your presence--

it's a common thing.

Get out.

My respects, dear lady.

Sanchez...

the darling of
the barroom girls.

And now he has you.

Please do not give me
one of your lectures.

I am tired of being cooped up
in this hotel room.

But this room is much
better than you're
used to, my dear.

These fine things,
these flowers.

For entertaining someone
like Sanchez, I don't need them.

I am Isabella De La Cuesta.

Is that not right?

Yes, that is right.

Then I refuse to remain
a minute longer

in this carpeted prison!

Just a few more days.

Everything is
going beautifully--

don't spoil it.

How could I spoil it?

Everybody's expecting
Isabella De La Cuesta

to be a great lady.

And whatever you are, my dear...

well, you know your weakness.

When the time comes

I will be as much a lady
as anyone.

I've spent years of my life
on this project,

tracing the land grant
and then tracing you.

I won't let you destroy it now,
you understand?

Pa, you mean this Luga
can just come in

and throw homesteaders
off their land

and there's nothing
we can do about it?

Well, the Spanish land grants
go back hundreds of years.

Mexico recognizes them,
we recognize them,

and the De La Cuesta claim
has been examined and validated

by the Territorial
Land Office.

Apparently, it's
in perfect order.

Yeah, well, suppose
it wasn't all in perfect order.

Well...

well, we could go to court
and try to stop them.

The, uh, records
of the Spanish land grants

are kept in Monterey,
aren't they?

LITTLE JOE: Mm-hmm.
ADAM: That's right.

It may be worth looking into.

Pa, would you like
for us to ride down
there and check on it?

Yeah.

Yeah, you and Joe,
first thing in the morning.

Check everything on file.

Get a complete history
of the De La Cuesta family.

Meanwhile, Adam and I
will file an action

in Judge Blankney's court,

in the name of the Carson Valley
settlers and ourselves.

Well, what chance
do you think we stand there?

(chuckles):
Well... very little, I suppose,

if Isabella De La Cuesta
is actually

the true and rightful heiress.

Well, there's still
one more thing we could do.

What's that?

Talk to the great lady herself.

After all, no one's seen her or
talked to her except Señor Luga.

What good will that do?

You don't think she's
gonna help us.

Well, how do we know
till we find out?

Well, here's hoping we can prove
that Isabella De La Cuesta

is not Isabella De La Cuesta.

All right, Bill,
where did you put her?

What are you
talking about, Adam?

The great lady.

Señorita De La Cuesta,
or whatever she calls herself.

What room's she in?

I can't tell
you that, Adam.

I've got orders.

You've also got friends.

Room 33.

Thanks.

(guitar playing lively
Spanish music in distance)

(guitar continues playing)

*

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*

(music ends, applause)

Very, very,
very nice, Rosita.

How about a drink?

You must be mistaken.

The name is not Rosita.

No?

What is it, then?

Go away from me.

Look, Rosita, you wouldn't
happen to be that woman

that everybody in town
is talking about, would you?

The one that's claiming
all that land?

Let go of me!

Come on, just
a couple of hundred.

Nobody has to know
the name is Rosita.

You are wasting your
time-- the name is
Isabella De La Cuesta!

Go away!

You don't get off
that easy.

All right, let her go.

Well, now, you just get
out of here, mister.

This is none
of your business.

Well, now, I'm making it
my business.

Well, you make tracks
or I'll cut you.

Now, you can leave now.

Exciting place.

Is he hurt?

No. He'll get over it.

I appreciate your
fighting for me.

It was not your fight.

Oh, but you are my fight,
Señorita De La Cuesta.

Oh.

Why?

Who are you?

My name's Cartwright.
Adam Cartwright.

Oh, yes. I've heard my uncle
talk about you.

It seems you are
giving him some trouble.

Oh, I hope to give him
a lot of trouble.

Then why did you help me?

Well, a gentleman
always helps a lady.

Hmm.

At least you consider me a lady.

And a very beautiful one.

Well, in that case...

perhaps you would walk me back
to my hotel.

It'll be a pleasure.

I believe the lady
is in room 33.

I have the key.

(knocking on door)

Come in.

Your lady is full
of surprises.

Well, at least I know
she is not with you, huh?

Sí, but she is not alone.

The one they call Adam
Cartwright, he is with her.

What?

You want me to, uh...?
No, no, no, no.

What would we gain?

Well, she could be telling
him certain things, hmm?

Is that what worries you,
Sanchez?

Or are you maybe
a little jealous, huh?

Don Antonio,
I work for you,

but if you make fun
of me, I'll kill you.

Oh. Kill for her?
Don't be a fool.

No. Just keep
an eye on her

and let me know when
this young Cartwright leaves.

Then I will have a talk
with our little lady.

I am glad that you like the
wine of my native country.

Let me refresh your glass.

Oh, I like
your wine very much.

Uh, Señorita De La Cuesta...

Now begins the inquisition?

Call it that if you like.

No, I don't like.
I think it's a very ugly word.

Ugly?

Then what do you call
throwing people off their land?

Is it their land or mine?

It's theirs by the work
and sweat they put into it.

And do you hold your land
by sweat or by a deed of trust?

By both.

Tell me, señorita,

when did you first discover
you were the heiress

to the De La Cuesta grant?

When my uncle, Don Antonio,
found me and told me.

And where did
he find you?

I only ask because I
found you in a cantina,

and believe me,

no Spanish lady ever
behaved the way you did.

You were of service to me
in the cantina, Mr. Cartwright.

But that does not
give you the right

to pry into my private affairs.

You know, we could be friends.

Could we?

Mm-hmm.

No.

When a man kisses me,
he has to have his mind on love,

not on business.

Adios.

Hasta luego, señorita.

(knocking continues)

At least you have
learned to knock.

Of course.

You've, uh, had a visitor?

That is my business.

Young Cartwright--
where did you meet him?

That is also my business.

It's mine, also.

The Cartwrights
are our main opposition.

They will do everything
they can to stop us.

Supposing we had the
Cartwrights on our side?

Impossible.

Supposing we had one of the
Cartwrights on our side.

Isabella, you've learned
to handle men to perfection.

Thank you.

But then, of course, I
didn't have much choice.

Adam, well-bred Spanish ladies

don't usually spend their time
in a saloon.

I know, I thought
the same thing myself.

I, uh, went back
to the hotel with her

and had a glass of wine.

Oh, good, good, good.

Did you find out anything?

Well, one thing--
she's quite a beautiful woman.

Well, we knew that.

What else?

She's very sensitive
about her past.

Uh-huh?

Won't talk about it
at all.

Adam, you may be heading
in the right direction.

Maybe so, but I don't know
how happy I am about it.

Why not?
It was your idea.

I guess it was,

but she is not exactly the kind
of woman I thought she'd be.

Adam, this is the woman who's
trying to grab all that land.

Is she?
Or is it Señor Luga?

Well, what's the difference?
They're both in it together.

Why are you
defending her?

Look, I'm not
defending her. I'd...

...just like to know
more about her.

Anything wrong,
señorita?

I'm tired.

I've had enough of riding.
I don't like it.

Why, I thought all Spanish
ladies knew how to ride.

Well, I am out of practice.

Please let us rest a while.

Why did you bring
me out today?

Just to find out
if I could ride?

Well, there's, um...

there's something about you,
Isabella.

Is there?

What is it?

Well, it isn't nobility,
I'll tell you that.

Then what is it?

It's...

Adam, why do we have to be
on different sides?

Maybe we don't.

Come on. There's something
I want to show you.

But I'm very happy here.

It's very important.

All right.

What is this place?

It's part of your holdings.

I think you ought
to get to know it.

Is this the time?

Well, why not?

You not only have land.
You have buildings, too, see?

A man and woman
used to live here.

I understand a child
was on the way.

So? They will live
somewhere else.

The woman
and the child, maybe.

The man's dead.

As a matter of fact,
he died

exactly where
you're standing now.

He was murdered by Sanchez.

They never told me.

He won't be the last to die,
either.

They're trying to evict settlers
all over the valley.

There will be lots of fighting
and lots of widows.

Then let them not fight.

Only you can stop it.

Oh, no, Adam.

You cannot blame that on me.

I do not want people
to get hurt,

and I do not want them
to get killed.

But I have to think
of myself, too.

They cannot have what is mine.

Well, you know you'll never
enjoy this land.

There will be
too much blood on it.

(gunfire, woman screaming)

(horse neighing, woman screams)

So, Don Antonio,
the southern section

is all cleared
of settlers.

Good, good. Now you can
start on the north section.

(knocking on door)

Yes? Who are you?

The name is Smith.
High Card Smith.

Yes?

I'm an old friend
of Rosita's.

Show the gentleman in, Sanchez.

Come in.

Now, what is this
about Rosita?

I used to know Rosita
in San Francisco.

I-I figured you wouldn't want
the news to get around.

But we have nothing to hide.

Well, that might not go so well
in court, señor.

After all, people are liable
to get all mixed up

between Rosita Morales and,
uh... Isabella De La Cuesta?

I see, I see.

You want to avoid confusion,
hmm?

That's a very good way
of putting it.

Clarity is a laudable aim.

You're a very generous man.

Eh, very generous,
indeed, sir.

You know, I want
to tell you something.

Just as long as you
keep scratching my back,

I'll keep
scratching yours.

Thank you, señor.
Gracias.

De nada.

Adios.

He'll be back, señor.

Yes, I know, I know.

Unless something happens
to him first, eh?

You expecting trouble,
Mr. Cartwright?

No, not really, Hop Sing.

What are you doing, Pa?

I'm getting ready,
just in case.

I thought we decided there
wouldn't be any fighting.

Well, if the settlers decide to
fight against their evictions,

I'm not going to stand by
and watch 'em get shot at.

Did you talk to 'em?

I talked to 'em.

But I don't think they'll stand
for much more pushing around.

And neither will I.

Well, now, there's
just the chance

that there may not have
to be any pushing around.

Why?

Well, I went riding

with our Señorita De La Cuesta
this afternoon.

Uh-huh?

What happened?

I took her out to
the Logan place.

Did she like it?

I told her
what Señor Luga's men had done.

I think she was honestly upset
about what happened out there.

Oh.

It's nice, Adam, it's real nice.

(knocking on door)

Was she upset enough
to call off her hired killers?

Well, if it ain't the great
lady's knight in shining armor.

And what do you
want here?

Just a few words, friend.

The name is Smith,
High Card Smith.

You must be the main Cartwright,
huh?

You have something
to say, say it.

Hospitality.

Western hospitality, friend.

You know, as a matter of fact,
everybody in Virginia City

has been very inhospitable
towards me.

Especially at the poker tables.

What are you selling?

A history of
Isabella De La Cuesta.

(coins jingle)

Mr. Cartwright...

Well, her name is
Rosita Morales.

She used to be a barroom
girl and a dancer

in a cheap waterfront dive
in San Francisco.

And just how do you know that?

Son, I was there.

I'll bet you were.

Just a minute,
just a minute, Adam.

That's what we wanted
to find out, isn't it?

You know
who her family was?

(laughs)
Family.

A comanchero,
Pedro Morales.

He runs a little store
in a dirty little spot

a few miles south of here
called Los Aldos.

I want you to stay
in Virginia City

till that trial comes up.

You know I can't do that.

Make it worth your while.

All right, friend,

but don't you try to find me.

I'll find you.

I'll find you often.

Well, now we know

who our great lady is.

Well, I'm gonna get
some fresh clothes,

and then you and I

are riding into
Virginia City.

We're gonna see Luga

and we're tell him
exactly what we know,

and we'll put an end
to this thing right now.

(horse whinnying)

I think we better keep
our little appointment

with Señor Luga.

(knocking on door)

I was just riding.

I need a glass of wine
for refreshment.

Try the saloon.

You wouldn't
deny a friend

a glass of wine, huh?

Get out of here!

No, what's on your lips
is sweeter.

Let go of me!

Perhaps you prefer
young Cartwright, huh?

Go away!

Still good, huh?

No, no, go away!

You're surprised,
Señor Cartwright, huh,

to see your great lady
in a lover's quarrel

with one of her
servants, huh?

(chuckles)

May we have a moment
with you, señorita?

Yes.

He forced his way in here.

You do believe that,
don't you, Adam?

I think it's about time
this masquerade came to an end.

We know who you are.

You're Rosita Morales.

Maybe I am, but I am also
Isabella De La Cuesta.

Your father's Pedro Morales.

My father is not Pedro Morales!

He bought me from some Indians
after my family was massacred.

I was too little to be killed.

But soon I became big enough
to chase around the shack--

so I ran away
to San Francisco.

Now, Miss Morales, how can
you possibly expect us

to believe that kind of story?

Because it is the truth,

and if you want to believe
anything else,

you'll have to prove it.

And while we're proving it,
more killing, more bloodshed.

Is that what you want?

I don't know
anything about that.

But you can put
an end to it.
How?

Withdraw your claim
to that land.

It's the only possible
decent thing for you to do.

The decent thing to do.

Rosita Morales is not decent,
is she?

Then Isabella De La Cuesta
will not be decent either.

But she will be rich.

And how many lives
is that worth to you?

(sobbing)

Pa, that's enough.

What do you want me to do,
help her?

Feel sorry for her, what?

I don't know, Pa, but this
is getting us nowhere.

(sobbing)

(sobbing)

Adam...

I think it's up to
you to find Morales,

and if he can disprove
that story of hers,

bring him back here.
And if not?

Well, then, do whatever
you think best.

But whatever it is,
do it quickly.

All right, Pa.

But I don't want
to miss anything,

so don't start shooting
till I get back.

(chuckling)

(sobbing)

How much do they
know about you?

They'll probably
go after Morales.

I'll take care of it.

No!

No, what can
poor Morales do?

He can't help us.

I'll be the judge
of that, hmm?

Don Antonio, I don't want
any more killing.

Please,
no more killing.

Yes, no more killing.

(sniffling)

Why are you crying?

I...

Those Cartwrights...

they have an unfortunate
effect upon people, huh?

(horse snorting)

(gun clicking)

One moment, amigo.

Don't turn around.

You're not going
anyplace.

This will get you
nowhere, Sanchez.

No?

It will get me
your life.

My life?

Who sent you, Luga?

No, not Luga.

Isabella De La Cuesta.

You're lying.

Why?

You think she cares about you?

I don't think she'd send you
here to kill me.

You presume
too much, señor.

Do I?

(neighing)

(neighing)

(grunting and groaning)

(grunting)

(neighing)

Help me get him
out of there.

Yes...

Whoa, whoa!
(neighing continues)

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

(neighing)

He's dead.

Look, Jack,
I'm in a hurry.

Tell the sheriff
I'll explain this

to him later,
will you?

*

(sniffs)

Hey... come
on, wake up.

Wake up!

¿Qué pasa?

¿Quien es usted?

Come on, wake
up, wake up.
¿Qué quiere?

Why? Who are you?

What do you want?

Now, listen.

I'm looking for a
girl named Rosita.

What do you know
about her?

Rosita.

She remember Morales?

She remembers.

A year ago,
a man come and ask about her...

but he gave me a bottle
of whiskey.

What did you tell him?

Señor, you...
you give me money...

for whiskey?

I... I tell you more.

What can you tell me that
I don't already know?

Five years back...

a woman come.

Very old.

From Mission San Jose.

She say she looking
for little girl.

Who was the old woman?

Whiskey, señor.
Come on, who
was she?

Who was she
looking for?

Whiskey, señor.

All right, all right.

Now, who was she, and who
was she looking for?

Her name
was Doña Theresa Esperanza.

She was looking for a...
girl named, uh...

Isabella Maria De La Cuesta.

Isabella Maria De La Cuesta.

(playing rhythmic Spanish music)

I might have known
I'd find you here again.

I was just sitting here
thinking.

You mean getting drunk.

Watch your tongue, señor.

I don't want to be hated.

Everyone loves
the rich, hmm?

That's good enough for you,
isn't it?

And not you?

Or are you falling in love
with this young Cartwright?

And if I have,

what business is that of yours?

Must I remind you
what we have at stake?

Sanchez is dead.

And how did he die?

Killing again?

I told you I didn't want
any more bloodshed.

Suppose they bring
Old Morales back

and the Cartwrights bribe him.

It would force a hearing
immediately,

and anything could happen.

But if I am Isabella,
what are you afraid of?

Justice is nebulous.

Everyone is behind
the Cartwrights.

They love them in this town.

Is it so bad to be loved?

When we are rich,
they will love us, too.

(chuckling)

(chuckling)

Well, howdy, Judge!
Oh, hi, Ben.

Come on in for some refreshment.

I can't, Ben. I'm just
rushing back from Carson Valley.

Oh.
But, I did want to speak
to you for a second.

It's about that hearing.

Ben, I'm-I'm afraid
I can't delay it any longer.

Well, Judge Blankney...

Tell me, when do you expect
the boys back from Monterey?

Well, they should be
back real soon, now.

It's a long ride
over the Sierra.

Yeah, I know.
What about Adam?

When do you
expect him back, Ben?

Well, it should be any day now.
Maybe tomorrow.

Now, I'm counting on you

holding up that hearing
till he gets back, Judge.

Ben, I can't.

I can't hold off any longer.

For the good of the people
and the community,

this thing has to be settled
one way or another.

Ben, I've got
to call that hearing

for 2:00 tomorrow afternoon.

I'll see you then.

Come on, boy.
Come on.

Pa.

Hello, boys. I'm glad
you got back in time.

Not much good it did going.

Why, didn't you get the
information I sent you for?

We got it, Pa, but
that's just the point.
What?

It's just as they called it.

The De La Cuesta land grant
is as solid as a rock.

The family was given possession
of all that land in...

What was that word,
Little Joe?

Perpetuity.
Yeah.

Yeah. By the Spanish king
himself.

That Señor De La Cuesta
must've been quite a feller.

We'll have to wait for Adam.

What good's
he going to do?

He's our only
chance now.

(gavel banging)

It is now 2:00 and time
for these proceedings to begin.

Your Honor, I would like
to make a request.

What is it, Ben?

I've been waiting for my son,
Adam. Something has delayed him.

I don't see why that should
hold up these proceedings.

Your Honor, I think the issue
is quite clear.

This is obviously
a transparent attempt

to delay
and obstruct justice.

Well, surely, Your Honor,
a few more days could be spared

in a matter of such importance
to so many people.

A few more days?!
Your Honor,

we have been forced to delay
too long already.

Your Honor.

I am not opposed to the delay,
if it will help things.

I think I know what
is best for us, my dear.

But if Adam has some information
bearing on the case,

why should we be
afraid to hear it?

Evidence can be falsified.

Witnesses have
been known to lie.

Or to tell the truth,
Señor Luga.

This case affects the lives
of so many people

that I think nothing
should be overlooked.

Therefore, I hereby adjourn
these proceedings

until 10:00 tomorrow morning.

(gavel bangs)

It was a very foolish thing
you did, my dear.

At this point, all I
want is the truth.

Don't be so noble,
Isabella.

That saloon on the waterfront,
it's still there.

Hyah! Hyah!

They're here!

Well, Adam.

Hello, Pa.

How is everything?

All right, outside
of a little shooting.

Somebody tried to stop us
outside of town.

Oh, the, uh...

That's why you couldn't
get here yesterday?

Nope. I had another reason.

May I present
Doña Theresa Esperanza.

Doña Theresa, this is my
father, Ben Cartwright.

I am honored, señora.

Thank you.

I am sorry you had
to take such a long journey.

If at last I find my grandniece,

no journey will have been
too long or too difficult.

Well, uh, may I?

I think you will be
comfortable here.

Adam, who is she?

She's the grandaunt

and last living relative
of Señorita De La Cuesta.

What about Señor Luga?

Well, he's not her uncle,
that's for sure.

LUGA:
Doña Theresa.

Señor Luga?

I did not expect
to see you.

I'm sure of that.

Otherwise you
would not be here.

Your Honor,

this is the witness
for whom we've been waiting.

This is Doña Theresa
Esperanza.

Señora.

The great aunt
of Isabella De la Cuesta.

The only link
to her past,

and the sole person
able to identify her.

Identify her?

(scoffs)

Doña Theresa
is an old woman.

She hasn't seen Isabella
for many years,

in fact since a little child.

How could she possibly give
a valid identification?

Who is this adventurer to decide
on my qualifications?

Not so long ago,
he dared to visit me,

and seek to enlist my aid

in his evil and corrupt scheme.

What scheme do you
refer to, señora?

His plan for me to vouch

for the identity
of my grandniece,

the last of the De La Cuestas.

Would you be able to identify
the girl, if you saw her?

Without question.

Very well.

Your Honor, I protest
this entire proceeding!

Señor Luga,
you are out of order.

If you please,
señorita!

Señora, this is the girl
to be identified.

Would you tell us
if you know her?

Turn around, young lady!

Raise your
head, please.

The carriage,
the tilt of the head!

The dark eyes!

Your Honor,

if I might see this
young lady alone,

I shall be able to tell you

whether she's indeed
my grandniece.

No, that isn't necessary!

It is obvious
from Doña Theresa's reaction

that this is her grandniece!

Your Honor,

I would like to talk
to this lady in private,

as she suggests.

Sheriff, will you clear
the room, please.

All right, gentlemen,
step outside.

Doña Theresa...

Doña Theresa, is there some way
you can identify me?

Some way?

I mean anything definite!

I have lived so much of my life
with uncertainty.

What is it you
seek out of life?

Is it riches?

Or power?

Do you want to be a great lady?

Is that such a very bad thing
to want?

No.

Nothing at all.

But let me
tell you

about the
De La Cuestas.

The outstanding characteristic
of the De La Cuestas

was generosity.

Generosity?

I'm an old lady,

and perhaps sentimental,

but I know in my heart
that a De La Cuesta

would have not taken the land
from the people

who bought it with their blood
and sweat.

You seem to know a great deal
about the situation.

That must have been a very
interesting ride you had

with Adam Cartwright.

Most interesting.

I know who I am now.

Thank you, Doña Theresa.

Thank you.

Your Honor, there is no need
to go on any longer.

I am...

Rosita Morales.

LUGA:
She-she's lying!

What did you
do to her?!

You are Isabella De La Cuesta!

Tell 'em the truth!
Señor Luga!

You'll have your share
of truth telling.

Come with me!
You fool!

You could have had it all!

You could have been the richest
woman in this country!

Where are you going?

I'm going back where I belong.

To San Francisco.

This must have been a difficult
thing for you to do,

to expose an imposter.

An imposter?

What makes you think
she's an imposter?

Doña Theresa,

is she Rosita Morales...

or Isabella De La Cuesta?

Who knows?