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THE PLAGUE

Captain Utrera, I'm Luis de Zúñiga.

Dresden is dead.

He left these instructions.

I'm really sorry about your daughter Lucina.

THE NEW WORLD

THE SCUM WITH NO FUTURE BOARDED THE SHIPS. HOPING FOR A NEW BEGINNING.

The Holy Office wants me to congratulate you.

With Ledesma's fall we regained our credibility and the Crown's trust.

It's Nubla. Ledesma's slave.

He was in the tunnels.

It took more than ten men to kill him.

I still don't understand why he killed other Protestants.

Right now, in Europe, there are more than ten different Protestant groups.

Lutherans, Calvinists, Presbyterians, Baptists...

All fighting each other for the same thing:

power.

These were among Pedro Lanzas' things, in the tunnel.

A handful of counterfeit coins, no silver.

And a Bible.

Your Bible.

You can have a look at it, if you like.

On some pages, there are notes in the margins that must mean something.

They look like verse numbers.

I checked the numbers and most of them are apocryphal.

But I haven't figured them out yet.

I don't know what they mean. You're the theologist here.

What will you do with your freedom?

I have a promise to keep.

To whom?

The New World.

- What's there? - A future.

No. There is no future there. Don't be naive.

- There are only scavengers there. - Like everywhere else.

These are names.

Azuaga.

One, twenty-seven, twenty-two, one, seven, one.

Each number is a letter of the alphabet.

Azuaga, Lucina, Dresdner...

I don't understand these.

C, C, C, L.

These are Roman numerals. These are quantities.

Lucina had gambling debts.

The three of them lent money to the New World fleet.

It's a ledger. A list of money lent to Protestants

- by Protestants themselves. - But where did they get the money from?

From coins with no silver, that's where.

Dresdner was the Mint's treasurer.

He could mint all the coins he wanted.

There is more.

Carlos Corrales. Benjamín Azuaga.

Armando Utrera. The father of the gambling girl.

Dresdner is dead, but Captain Utrera was on that fleet.

They can get the silver out directly from the ship.

Azuaga's business.

They're going to get the silver out with another ship now the port is open.

Congratulations, you're a free man.

You'll get your tickets to the New World this very morning.

Let's go.

There's one more.

It's like the other ones.

Twenty-seven, twenty-two, fifteen, nine, seven, one.

Zúñiga.

Which one is Captain Utrera's ship?

The second on the left, it's being loaded up.

What's going on? Why are we stopping?

Stay still! Where are you going?

You're under arrest by order of the Holy Inquisition.

Halt!

- Where are these barrels coming from? - From the indigo factory.

Get those barrels down! Come on!

Open! We know you're there! Open by order of the Holy Inquisition!

Empty it.

Ma'am.

Milady.

Mrs. Larrea defends her ownership of the factory as her husband's estate.

She is a Pinelo.

She is asking the guild's position to be reconsidered

and the council to recognize the power of her name to manage the business.

Outside of any other obstacle.

What you call "any other obstacle" is what forces us to dismiss your request.

She is a woman. Women are weak-minded beings.

Their emotions cloud their little understanding.

They have unstable appetites.

They are fickle, wild and unreliable.

You must understand, if they are unable to control themselves,

how can we let them manage a business?

Their place is at home. And they have other virtues.

- Who says that? - Be quiet.

She's shameless!

How dare she?

You haven't been given permission to talk.

- I apologize, sir. - I'm warning you.

If it weren't for your father's memory, you'd be in a cell already.

A man will manage the factory and she'll enjoy its benefits.

Problem solved.

- Or what? - Or you shall face the legal consequences.

You'll go to prison and the factory will be closed forever.

So many men just to say that?

You have one week.

I didn't know anything.

Since when?

Shortly after you left.

Germán?

The German.

He was my only contact with them.

Money.

It was money at first.

I don't know what it was afterwards.

Position.

Is there any other way to survive in this city?

If your name is not important, you are nothing.

Soon my palace will not be mine.

I left record that if this happened, my estate would be donated to the Crown.

As of today, it is forced to protect it.

And as long as this empire continues holding tight on a king's figure,

my memory will be there.

Untouched.

Linked to the Crown. Like any other noble's.

The Inquisition won't be able to touch it.

It won't be burned and covered with salt so nothing grows there.

The flowers will keep growing

as if I were alive.

Leave.

You should have left a long time ago.

I'm done.

Get changed.

My administrator is waiting to pay you and take you wherever you want.

What will you do now?

What I did before. What I've always done.

And you? Won't you do anything else?

What else can I do?

It's very beautiful.

The most beautiful one of all.

It's because of tomorrow.

It's the first time I don't want to go.

- Burn! - To the stake!

- To the stake! - Pagan!

- Sodomitic! - Pig!

- Son of a bitch! - Pig!

The plague is gone. We have beaten it.

Once again, we have defeated evil.

Thank God!

With this act of purification, Seville expels the worst disease of its history.

The disease of the pagans,

the disease of the traitors, who brought pain and suffering.

The disease of the Protestants. They're the plague-stricken.

They are the plague. And God is the cure.

- Burn! - Wimp!

Many new things come through that port every day. Too many.

That's why we have to be ready to fight corruption.

To defend the purity of our faith in God.

Our God. The only one and true God.

Pig!

You're dead!

Luis de Zúñiga, sentenced to burn at the stake.

Give me that earring!

- Ignacio and Benjamín Azuaga... - Burn!

...sentenced to burn at the stake.

Alejandro de Dresdner and Carlos Corrales, sentenced to burn at the stake.

Armando and Lucina de Utrera, sentenced to burn at the stake.

Ledesma.

Sentenced to burn at the stake.

Let all the infidels burn in eternal hellfire.

You pig!

You son of a bitch, rot in hell!

Bastards!

- Bastards! - There! Take my pee!

Die, you bastards!

Come here!

- Bastards! - Son of a bitch!

Let them rot in hell!

Let them burn in hell!

Son of a bitch! Die!

Mercy!

Mercy, please!

Mercy, please!

Mercy!

- Burn! - Bastard!

Mercy! No!

Sodomitic!

Son of a bitch!

Bastard!

- Keep that, you won't need it. - Who do you work for?

Worked.

Who?

Luis de Zúñiga.

Someone wanted to kill you. Your friend paid me to protect you.

You are alive thanks to him.

- Who? - I don't know.

- He also wanted me to kill that woman. - Which woman?

I can't remember her name. I couldn't find her.

She had a sister in the shanties. A witch.

She was arrested by the Inquisition, but she was released a few days later.

Why?

I don't know.

When I saw her, she was consumed by the plague.

Was that woman called Carmen Gálvez?

Maybe.

Why did they want to kill her?

The dead are much quieter.

Can I go now?

What's wrong?

- Die, pagan! - Die, pig!

Burn, pagan, burn!

What do you want?

The truth.

I've already told you the truth.

- Leave. - Try again.

I won't leave until I believe you.

It wasn't Ledesma.

The murders.

It wasn't him.

Don't do anything foolish.

I know about your sister.

She was going to be burned as a witch but someone got her to be forgiven.

You did.

You went to Alfonso de Guevara and you told him everything.

In exchange for what Azuaga told you. You sold him out.

You were never locked up in a basement.

It was all a farce.

If he finds out, he'll kill me.

You're already dead.

There is more.

Something I told the inquisitor. Something you don't know.

What?

They met with Ledesma because they were plotting something against the Crown.

Something huge.

But no one knew what it was.

He didn't just use you to get to Ledesma.

He also used you

to reveal their plan.

That's the truth you wanted.

Now, leave.

Let's go.

Let's take the first ship out.

And go anywhere. Let's leave tonight.

Leave. You only bring misfortune.

I don't want to see you ever again.

Do you hear me?

Your word means nothing. You promised my father you would get me out of here.

What father? You have no father. You are a bastard.

Leave!

There you go.

These are mine. They are mine!

It's rotten. Do you want to poison us?

- Leave already! - You eat it!

What do you want?

What do I want? Son of a bitch!

What's going on? Stop!

Leave!

...25, 26, 27, 28...

...38, 39, 40...

Nubla!

Stop.

What are you doing here?

- You are a free man. - You killed them.

You had the names, but you couldn't get to Ledesma.

The Crown protected them, you couldn't touch them.

That's why you pretended it was a suicide.

Then I showed up and led you to him.

Out of vanity.

God punishes the vanity of man with pain and helplessness.

No one is wiser than God.

That silver was meant to pay the war against the Spanish Empire in Flanders.

Against its own people.

But they don't care.

Protestants and Catholics are the same thing.

You only care about power.

You are dying.

You are alone.

You are scared.

But I can help you.

Just ask for forgiveness

and you'll stop suffering.

You will finally rest.

Let him go.

I gave him my word.

It's up to God whether he lives or dies.

Ego te absolvo a peccatis tuis

in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

Take him away.

Look who it is.

Search him. Let's see what he has. Take his boots.

He doesn't need them anymore. And the belt too. It's nice.

I told you that demon was bad news.

For the ferryman.

Bon voyage.

Monardes.

Let's go.

Mateo!

Put him here!

Lard!

Help me! Turn him on his side. He's losing a lot of blood.

Sheets!

Apply pressure. Harder!

I asked for water!

Monardes! He's awake! Monardes!

Clean water.

He saved your life.

How long have I been asleep?

Careful.

For three days.

He's been here the whole time.

You don't have a fever.

It's not swollen. That's a good sign.

Try not to move.

It burns.

It's egg with turpentine. To help it heal.

They went away.

They disappeared for a while.

- I stopped seeing them. - They'll come back.

It's a cycle.

When you think they're gone, you'll lower your guard and they'll reappear.

Like the plague.

Now people are in the streets, celebrating that it's over.

They get drunk and shout with joy everywhere they go.

They don't realize the plague will never be gone.

It will remain dormant in our furniture and in our clothes.

In our basements and in our chests.

Patiently waiting to be awaken by men.

Over and over again.

Forever.

Nothing new under the sun.

The sad confidence in the future.

Man.

Get some rest.

- I was told you wanted to see me. - You are late. Come closer.

The lady needs to put the factory under a man's name.

We thought of you.

- Why me? - It's your father's factory.

I can't run it.

You just need to sign here.

- Read it to him. - I can read.

What about Mateo?

Mateo will do as he pleases, like he has always done.

He can sleep in the factory for the time being.

And buy him some clothes.

Finish.

Thank you.

I, Valerio Larrea Expósito,

become legal representative of the factory owned by Mrs. Teresa Pinelo Mellado...

Come closer, please.

...granting its owner absolute authority to run the business.

He's Valerio Larrea.

In addition, the owner is committed to provide employment

and maintenance to the holder of this agreement.

In Seville, on the 25th of October, 1597.

- Have a good day. - You too.

You can stay here as long as you want.

This is your home. You don't have to go.

It's Germán's home. Not mine.

You found him.

And God did justice.

He burned.

You were right.

He is just like him.

Bon voyage.

Mateo!

I thought you weren't coming.

Who got you dressed like that?

This is for you.

I don't need it anymore.

Half of it's a lie.

So what? I've learned many things,

but I don't know if I'm happier now.

Use it.

It's all you have.