All language subtitles for The.Vineyard.2021.S01.E08.AMZN.WEBRip

Does he speak Spanish?

What does he want?

He wants me to sign a document
to disqualify my husband...

Scribble something to distract him.

What do you want me to do with him?

Do you understand anything
this idiot is saying, boss?

I don't understand a word.

Here.

Get a coach that takes him to Cádiz.

Put him on the first boat
to the Caribbean.

I don't think he's crazy enough
to come back.

You may not speak Spanish, you bastard,

but you'll understand this.

You go near your father's wife again

and we'll slit your throat. Understood?

God forbid I should feel compassion
for that wretch,

but is that really necessary?

I'm sorry you had to witness that,

but it's the only way
to make sure he won't return.

Do you still want me
to go to the dance with you?

All the winemakers who were once
friends of my family will be there.

My absence would raise too many questions.

I just hope it's not too strange

to be seen arriving
with an unknown newcomer to Jerez.

Unknown, you? At this stage?

They probably all know who you are,
where you come from, and why you're here.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

From what I've seen, I believe
that winemakers are people of the world

who are willing to tolerate
the oddities of foreigners.

Thank you.

Thank you.

They don't just tolerate them,

the English who have settled here
are delighted by our customs.

And your food.

What are we supposed to do now?

Don't worry.

It won't be long before you're surrounded
by people excited to meet you.

I see you really know
everything connected with these lands.

Well, I grew up among vineyards,
wineries, and dances.

Soledad, my dear.

What an immense joy it is
to have you among us again.

The pleasure is mine. Really.

Mr. Larrea, it is a great honor
to welcome you to Jerez.

Thank you very much.

You have endeavored
to make me feel at home,

and you have certainly done so.

What are you doing?

- A great winemaker's tradition.
- It's good to see you.

I have great news. There are some buyers
interested in talking to you.

- That's very good news.
- It is.

If you'd like, tomorrow after lunch
I can take them to the winery.

Larrea, my friend, come with me.
Mr. Díaz and Mr. Manso have just arrived

and are eager to meet you.

- Excuse me.
- Of course.

- Very good evening to you.
- Evening.

I hope it's not too late
to order some dinner.

Of course not.
The kitchen never closes at this inn.

Are you a doctor by any chance?

- I am.
- We were actually going to send for one.

I think it's an emergency.
A traveler, English by the look of it.

I have him here in one of the rooms.

Come in, please.

A ruthless brute broke his hand.

The silver mines, no less.

I suspect I wouldn't be wrong to say
that you are a businessman

with a good nose for opportunities.

Excuse me, gentlemen, I'm sure our guest
is enjoying his conversation immensely,

but if I don't take him, he won't be able
to claim the dance I promised him.

Of course, Sol.
We won't keep you any longer, Mr. Larrea.

- Please.
- Excuse me.

I thought you needed rescuing.

Thank you.

We don't have to dance.

Manuel, what's wrong?

I don't know which one of you is crazier.

Why?

I've just come from splinting
Edward's son's broken hand.

Alan Claydon's going to the vice-consul
to file a complaint against you.

You passed off a dead man
as alive before a lawyer.

You held Gustavo's wife against her will,
and now you've injured Edward's son.

What were you thinking?

He came into the house with a gun.

I don't know how you handle business
in that legendary new world you come from,

but that's not how things work here.

Do you know the vice-consul?

Yes. Peter Gordon,
a Scot who lives in Market Square.

Then I can go talk to him.

I can tell him
that Edward is in Seville, or...

Or that he's gone to England
to settle some business.

Sol, I don't think that's wise.

You can't defend yourself against
something no one's accused you of yet.

Then you go.

You can explain to him
that what Alan's saying isn't true.

I can medically confirm
Edward's true state of mind.

I can confirm that you've always
tried to protect him,

but my testimony would be worthless.

Because of our friendship?

You've been discredited in this matter
from the beginning.

Without evidence, there's no crime.

The first thing we should do

is get Mr. Claydon
out of this house and hide him.

Yes, but where? They'd search everywhere.

I can think of one place...

they'd never suspect.

The convent where my sister lives.

Inés hasn't wanted
to see anyone for years.

I know.
And if we ask her, she will say no.

But perhaps if a stranger asks,
we have a chance.

- Hail Mary most pure.
- Conceived without sin.

I need to speak
to Sister Constanza urgently.

It's a serious family matter.

Mother Constanza
doesn't wish to see anyone.

Tell her to come down now, or I'll ring
that bell until everyone wakes up.

Sister! You have to come right away!

Unless something's on fire,
let me have my breakfast in peace.

No, it's Trinidad.
There's something wrong with the mulatta.

Let's see. What's wrong with her?

I left her on the couch,
but she won't move.

She's very still.

Look.

Now, my child, don't you feel well?

My stomach's all upset.

Oh, my God, it hurts so much.

I don't think I'll make it.

Don't talk nonsense.

What you have is indigestion

from all those trips
to the pantry you make

when you think no one is watching.

- Me?
- Yes, you.

No, ma'am, no.

I think I've got
my mistress Carola's illness.

Calm down, I'll get the doctor.

And you, bring a laxative.

Let's see.

No, you don't have a fever.

You'll be fine, you'll see.

I can't find it!

Coming!

I tricked them.

For your sake, madam, run.

- And don't forget your promise.
- I won't.

As soon as I can,
I'll send someone for my things.

But keep up with your act a little longer.

Speak.

We have to talk, sister.

Mother. Reverend Mother,
if you don't mind.

That's right, Reverend Mother.

In any case, I beg you to listen to me.

What is this regarding?

Your family.

I have no family but the Almighty
and this community.

You and I both know that's not true.

Who sent you? My cousin Luis?

Your cousin Luis has passed away.

I'm here on behalf of your sister Soledad.

Her husband is
in a very critical condition.

I hardly see how I can help them
from in here.

Except with my prayers, of course.

She needs a shelter for him.

He's sick, and there are those who want
to take advantage of his weakness.

Perhaps if you were to...

What is his discomfort?

A profound mental disorder.

I fear that this humble servant
of the Lord can do little.

In this dwelling, we deal only
with the anguishes of the spirit.

It's only a few days.

There is no shortage of inns in town.

- Look, madam...
- Mother!

Reverend Mother, if you don't mind.

Look, Reverend Mother...

I'm not much for liturgy.

But I remember the priest of my village

when he preached in my childhood
what it was to be a good Christian.

And among those works
he discussed things like...

curing the sick, feeding the hungry,

sheltering the pilgrim...

I don't need an emigrant coming in here
to lecture me on gifts of mercy.

I've condemned my own soul to hell.

But the same will happen to yours

if you don't help those
who are in such need right now.

Boss! You have to come now!

Now we've really had it!

Now what's happened?

The lady ran away!

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

Aunt, we just need her
to tell us where she is.

What happened?

The woman has escaped, Mr. Larrea.

It's the fault of this trickster
who deceived us and stole the keys.

Is that true?

She pretended to be sick
to steal my aunt's keys.

Trinidad, where is your mistress?

I swear to you by all my saints
that I don't know where she is!

I swear to you!

She'll turn up. And as soon as she does,

in a few days you two
are heading back to Havana.

Not Cuba. No, please, not Cuba.

I don't want to go so far.

And not with my mistress.
Please, no, please, no...

- Then tell us where she is!
- I don't know!

Believe me, I swear!

Trinidad, please, calm down.

I promise I won't let
anything bad happen to you.

But you have to tell us.

It's just...

My mistress, Mrs. Carola,
asked me to trick the old ladies

and take away their keys.

She promised my freedom.

But she didn't say where
she was going, so I don't know!

I'll ask around.

She left in broad daylight,
someone must've seen her.

I'm going to the notary's office,
to see what I can find.

- Come on. Ladies.
- Farewell.

Go with God.

It's all right.

Thank you very much, Aunts. And I'm sorry.

- Good day.
- Mr. Larrea.

How can I help you?

An old friend has just arrived from Cuba,
and she's lost.

She's a little upset, and all that comes
out of her mouth is a lot of absurdity.

If by any chance you hear from her,

keep her here and let me know.

Of course. Angulo!

Mr. Larrea here is looking for someone.

If anyone can help you, it's Angulo.
He knows everyone in Jerez.

Of course, whatever you say, gentlemen.

I want you to go
to every corner of the city

where there is any kind of authority,

where a lawsuit can be filed,

and find out if by any chance

a certain Carola Gorostiza de Zayas
has passed through there.

Not only will I do that,

I'll post a man at each of those locations
in case she shows up.

And if she does, they'll hold her.

And of course, total discretion.

No one will know anything.
Don't worry, Don Mauro.

Did you check if she might have rented
a carriage in the Plaza del Arenal?

Of course, boss. Nothing.

Where could that woman have gone alone?

No Trinidad, no baggage...

I think she's gone.

- What do you mean?
- I think she's already fled.

That stubborn woman is capable of swimming
across the ocean to get what she wants.

Get out of the way, lady!

- That's her, boss!
- Let's go.

- What are you doing?
- What's happened?

She's thrown everything to the ground.

What are you doing?

Excuse me.

Anyway, that woman can't avoid us forever.

Nicolás?

Father.

Santos.

Did something happen? Are you okay?

The world is getting smaller, Father,

and you won't believe
how many discoveries I've made.

Dynamite, kinetoscope...

When I was in Paris,
I met a commercial attaché,

by chance, and he told me
there was a letter for me at the embassy.

A letter from Andrade.

I see.

I understand.

And when you ran out of money,

you went to pick it up and realized
there was barely any money for you, huh?

Not only was I asked to do
some financial wizardry,

but I was also told not to go back
to Mexico until you did.

That you were settling some business
in the motherland.

And you decided to set up here then.

Tell me, how are you?

- Fine.
- Are you okay?

- Fine.
- Are you sure?

Yes, I'm fine.

Boss.

Mrs. Claydon is here.

Sorry to interrupt.

Soledad, I want you
to meet my son, Nicolás.

Nicolás, Mrs. Claydon.

Charmed.

Likewise.

Zarco's here with the buyers, remember?

Excuse us, Nico, we have
an important matter to attend to.

Of course.

We'll talk later.

Remember, I don't have
much knowledge of the subject.

Don't worry, I'll do the talking.

Mr. Larrea. Let me introduce
Mr. Perales and Mr. Galiano.

- It's a pleasure.
- A pleasure.

I have just explained the features
of the properties we can offer them.

Mr. Zarco has just described
the location of the magnificent lands

you have in Macharnudo for vine growing.

I know the region well
because of my profession.

And I can assure you
that you will not find a better one.

Then it's time to be on our way.

Please.

The construction method
doesn't seem that sound.

Pure architectural simplicity.

Always above ground level,

with a gable roof
to protect it from the sun,

and thick walls
to make use of the humidity in the room.

They are made of oak.

That is where the miracle
of what we call the flower takes place.

Now don't tell me that plants
grow here too, like in a greenhouse.

It is a natural veil that grows
over the wine and protects it,

making it strong, fragrant and robust.

All that is fascinating...

But I think we should focus
on what really matters.

How much are you willing to reduce
the price you've given us?

Because I assure you
we're not going to pay that amount.

The price is in accordance
with the winery's potential.

Our broker communicated it to you.

I'm sorry to say it's not negotiable.

You should know, Mr. Larrea,

that we have visited wineries in Sanlúcar,
Chiclana and El Puerto de Santa María,

with offers and prices
much lower than yours.

We are aware of that.

In confidence, let me tell you
how mistaken you are.

Mistaken?

All those wineries are
in much better condition than this one.

Without going into an assessment
of the quality of the grapes,

if you do that you will have
the first two steps of the process.

With a decent vineyard and a good winery,
you will be harvesters and storekeepers.

But what happens
when you want to take the last step?

You mean marketing?

It will be a matter
of acquiring the right contacts.

It's not that easy.

However, we are willing
to help you take that final leap.

How?

I myself am the representative
of one of the most

prestigious firms in London,

the Claydon and Claydon house.

We pay close attention to the process
and keep ourselves informed.

And you would be willing
to make that knowledge available to us?

Yes.

It's a ferocious business.
Especially for newcomers.

We'll talk about it later, okay?

We'll Let Mr. Zarco here
know our decision.

Think it over.

Excuse us, gentlemen.

I felt that Galiano and Perales
were pleasantly surprised

with your whole presentation
about the winery...

Ma'am.

What is it?

Your sister...

She's here.

It's good to see you, Inés.

In the name of Christ
and for the sake of his soul,

I agree to take Edward into our abode.

- I will accompany you.
- No.

We'll leave when the sun has set.

Safe from prying eyes.

Would you like some tea?
We brought it from London.

I don't drink tea, thank you.

You don't know how many times
I've thought about this moment.

Seeing each other,

and forgetting our differences.

Like how you forgot about me
when you married Edward?

Inés,

you know I couldn't refuse that marriage.

The day of my wedding was...

the most unhappy day of my life.

Are you saying
you don't love your husband?

I wasn't in love with Edward
when I got married.

But...

When he began to display
his esteem for me...

I learned to love him.

But my life, these years in London,
has not been a paradise.

My friend Ysasi. Any news?

Nothing. I just came from the inn.

Edward's son left before dawn.

Any idea where to?

The innkeeper couldn't tell me.

I've traveled several miles,
but I couldn't find him.

I don't want to be an alarmist...

but I'm afraid he'll come back here.

He's bound to strike again.

I'd stand guard by Sol,
but I must attend to a patient

and it will take hours.

Don't worry, I'll watch over her.

I won't let anything happen to her.

Being uprooted is very hard.

It took me years to get used

to living without my family,
far from my homeland.

And life with Edward's son...

has always been difficult,
he's never accepted me.

I would have gladly accepted
all those sacrifices.

Do you know what was hardest for me?

To lose the respect of the person
I care about most in the world.

You left me alone
at the worst possible time.

When you left me and married my fiancé,

you crucified me.

You don't know what it's like
to be looked at like you're a reject.

I'm sorry.

I wish there was something
I could have done to help you.

But you didn't.

No one cared.

Maybe you think that my life
was awful in a convent, but no.

I found a certain peace within its walls.

If you haven't forgiven me...

why are you helping me?

I'm helping Edward.

Who are you? Why are you following me?

If I may give you some advice, madam,

it's very late for a lady of your standing
to be walking the streets alone.

Especially if you're sure
that they're looking for you.

What do you know
about who's looking for me?

That emigrant, Larrea, as I understand it.

I don't know why, ma'am,
but I know he's eager to find you.

He's even willing to pay
for the information.

If I were to pay you double,

what would you do for me?

I'll make sure no one bothers you.

This way.

Wait here, if you please.

Everything is arranged.

I want you to go to 12 Francos Street.

Dodge the two old morons who own the house
and talk to my slave, the mulatta.

She'll have my things ready.
Bring them to me.

Of course, I'll reward you.

I don't need anyone to protect me.

Of that I have no doubt.

However, we must not let our guard down.

I also wanted to thank you
for what you did

this afternoon at the winery.

If I manage to sell it in time,
it'll be thanks to you.

It hasn't been easy
to sell something so precious.

I admire your fortitude.

If there's one thing I've learned
in the business world,

it's to be practical.

Regret is useless.

It's not going to get
my family's land back.

I'm sorry I have to sell your lands.

If my children's future wasn't at stake...

I'd give them to you.

I know I said that regrets are useless...

But there is one thing I do regret.

That I didn't meet you
under different circumstances.

LA TEMPLANZA
BASED ON THE NOVEL BY MARÍA DUEÑAS