All language subtitles for Paul Naschy - The Frenchmans Garden - Spanish with German Subs

Juan andrés aldije, "the frenchman”

he despises his luck

together with munoz lopera

he'll do good business

the frenchman has a house

that they turned into a gambling den

the frenchman's garden

where women serve

bad wine and false affection

Oh, child of los remedios

oh, virgin of the macarena

the words of this song

fill me with bitter sorrow

in that cursed place

where paupers never set foot

with joy, the wealthy folk

spent away their riches

gambling is forbidden

so the business is illegal

but none of that matters to them

because they're earning a pretty penny

Oh, child of los remedios

oh, virgin of the macarena

the words of this song

fill me with bitter sorrow

fill me with bitter sorrow

if anybody should resist

and they can't trick them

they are taken into the garden

and mercilessly killed

Oh, child of los remedios

oh, virgin of the macarena

the words of this song

it fills me with bitter sorrow

What? No tobacco?

It's not the same with your wife.
Tell me it's not.

Don't talk about her.

I don't envy her, Juan.

The truth is, you're mine.

Not hers.

- Where's Juan?
- Upstairs with charo.

- How long ago did they go?
- A while ago.

But they always
take a long time up there.

- Are you staying?
- Yes.

I'm tired.

Tell them to cut the games short.

Shall I bring wine?

If José's down there,

tell him to kick people out.

They take all night
over a bottle of wine

and you need to rest.

You're such a good boss, Juan.

Here, drink.

- I don't want any more, I feel dizzy.
- Dizzy? Not from this wine.

Come on, drink.

You drink.

I don't feel well.

- As you wish.
- He's had it with her.

Told you so.

Whoa!

Don't you like...

Horse riding?

Giddy-up, girl!

Where's Juan?

Upstairs.

- I need to see him.
- Go on up.

In a minute.

I'm keeping an eye on this.

That's it! Giddy-up, girl!

Is something wrong?

Not yet.

They've downed a few bottles
and these men can't take their alcohol.

You've never galloped so fast,
have you?

You're wrong, Ricardo,
women don't ride.

Women are ridden. You're right.

That's true, Rafael.

Come on. Down with you!
That's it!

Stay there.

Watch this.

Come on...

Let's go...

That's it!

Take that.

Don't move!

Don't stand up.

Get on all fours.

You're a mare, right?

Come on.

On all fours!

Leave the girl alone, Ricardo.

What's wrong?

Can't we have a little fun?

She's certainly a good mare.

And a nice rump.

Am I right?

Gallop! - Enough, young man.

Leave the girl alone.

She's no pure-bred.

She's a nag.

Leave her alone.

Leave her alone, I said.

Get that scratch seen to.

Pay up and leave.

Pay up... Rafael.

Get out.

- Why did you give in?
- You're a wuss, Ricardo.

Why didn't you react?

He would've killed me, Rafael.

I'm sure of it.

We need to talk.

Let's go.

There's news.

José Lopez is coming tomorrow,
a livestock broker from jaén.

The train arrives at dawn.

He wants me to pick him up
and bring him straight here.

Good, mon ami.

How are you so calm?

If we were both so nervous,
this wouldn't work.

Come on, José.

Have a fag, go on.

Let's open an expensive bottle.
We should celebrate the news.

If you had to kill them yourself...

We'd be dead by now!

- Are you busy today?
- Not until tonight.

- Take me to the hermitage of the virgin?
- Fine.

In fact, I must take
the alms to the hermitage.

You're a good man, Juan.

Your family doesn't agree.

I'm the one who married you.

As for them...

The only thing they disagree with...

Is your garden.

But the garden makes me money.

I wouldn't want your father
to pay my bills.

Having an inn isn't so bad.

They gamble there.
Just like in the casino.

And there are women.

Only for the gamblers.

Are you faithful?

When shall we go?

After lunch.
The sun's nice at the moment.

I'll go to the garden, then.

I can work the soil a little.

Juan, someone's here for you.

- Who?
- A woman.

I don't know her.

I won't allow another.
Socorro, rocio and me are quite enough.

Shut up and bring her in.

I have no other option
but to put up with your wife.

But you can't just bring another in

and become infatuated with her,
I won't have it!

Nonsense!

I don't know who she is,
maybe she's after José.

Who the hell
would be interested in José?

She asked for you.

Tell her to come.

I won't allow it.

Go and tell her to come.
Off with you!

Hello, Juan.

Andrea.

Why did you come?

And when?

An hour ago.

A farmer brought me from lora del rio.

You could've warned me.
You could've written.

It was best to come.

Juan, I'm pregnant.

Are you sure, Andrea?

Positive.

Since the last time you were in lora,

my period hasn't come.

Sometimes I feel dizzy.

Juan, what will I do?

Don't worry.
Everything has a solution.

You were right to come.

We'll figure it out.

I told my mum
I was going to Seville

to look for work.

It was best to leave
before I couldn't hide it.

You did the right thing.

You don't look well.

I haven't eaten since yesterday.

You must eat.

You'll stay with us
until we find a solution.

It needs spice.

I didn't know Juan had a niece.

She must be French, mustn't she?

It must be on his mother's side.

She's pretty.

That's why she's knocked up.

She seems like a good girl.

I mean,

she probably only did it once
and got pregnant.

Not like us...

We're clever.

Especially you.

Why don't you make the beds?

Fine.

But I still think she's a good girl.

A Saint.

That's what she is.

Don't be scared.

Everything will be fine.

If you get bored later,
you can come upstairs.

Socorro and I
will be making the beds.

Thank you.

Anything you need,

just ask.

You'll see.

We get some good brawls here.

People come to watch.

I came ready to play cards.

The frenchman's garden whores
are the best in the area.

We play hard here.

I hope to have fun.

A man who's loaded
is coming tonight.

A player by trade, like yourself,
with more than enough cash.

You'll wipe him out.

For every five coins we win,
you keep one, right?

That's fair, isn't it?

The guards don't come here.

After you.

And, if the guards come,

while they knock and we open,

you and the others
go up to the rooms

as if you were guests.
Very well.

- You're lucky you came.
- I hope so.

Jose.

Here's the money.

Juan, what time is it?

The town bell
struck 2:00 A.M. a while ago.

- What time is it?
- It's 9:00 A.M.

What's the rush?

I brought you breakfast.
It's Sunday.

You look tired.

I'm starting to hate that garden.

And not for the same reason
as my parents.

It takes up all of your time

and I hardly see you.

It's Sunday, must you go?

I have to go.

There's trouble.

I'll only be two hours.

What about midday mass?

We'll go to midday mass.

Ouch!

You get worse every time, mr Antonio.

Either that or your flesh
gets harder, my dear.

Mr Antonio?

What is it, my dear?

Will you tell mr Juan?

I have no choice, socorrito.

If you don't treat yourself
it could be dangerous.

And none of your own concoctions, ok?

From here to here, salicylates.

From here to here, bicarbonate.

And, from here downwards,

permanganate.

Well...

I'll see you in 15 days, my dears.

God bless you.

Why has this happened to me?

They're all flea-ridden here,

farmers who'll sleep with anything,
even their mules.

You'll get better soon, you'll see.

You'll be working again
in a month or two.

I need the money I earn.

I need it!

I need to support my son in carmona.

I need the money.

It'll be all right.

Goodbye, my dear.

Goodbye.

Any news, mr Antonio?

There is, and it's not pleasant.

Socorrito has gonorrhoea.

She'll need two
or three months off for treatment.

She'll leave, then.

It seems the girl needs the money.

That's too bad.

Was there something else, Juan?

Nothing, it's nonsense.

Tell me.

Everyone talks nonsense.

Would you do an operation,

that's...

Illegal?

Of course not.

Not even for a lot of money?

I'm a little old
to dream of being rich now.

Sometimes I think
you're a little crazy, Juan.

You can't make such propositions

to a council doctor.

Forget it.

What's more, the girl is young,

she'd have an easy labour.

What girl?

That girl,

the one hanging up clothes
in the shed.

Goodbye, Juan.

Juan.

Did you rest?

Yes.

I had trouble sleeping last night.
I can't stop thinking about all this.

Don't worry.
I'm trying to fix everything.

I'd like to have your child, Juan.

Even if I had to move far away

and we didn't see you very often.

Settle down, Andrea.
We'll think what's best.

Yes, Juan.

What can we do about socorro?

What happens
when a worker has an accident?

They stop working.

In her condition,
socorro could spread syphilis

to one of the men
which would be terrible for us.

Will you pay her?

This isn't a shelter, charo.

I'll pay for her trip.

Rocio and I will help her
as best we can.

Do whatever you like.

Morning, José.

- Hello, Juan.
- Go to palma del rio.

Bring engracia. - Right, Juan.

- When will you leave?
- After lunch.

I'll be back
with the woman tomorrow afternoon.

That's all. And, before you leave,

ask socorro if she wants to go with you.

It'll save some reales.
Of course, Juan.

What about the girl, Juan?

I have to help her.

Especially because
she's carrying your child.

What does that matter?

I came to see you on a Sunday.

And after the abortion?

She'll go home.

Andrea!

Yes, Juan?

You don't need to worry any more.

A woman is coming to help you.

Don't you want our child?

It wouldn't be good for either of us.
I'm a married man, Andrea.

I always said,
I never hid it from you.

That's true.

You never hid it.

Anyway, it's not so bad.

Don't be hard on yourself.

I went to buy grain
in your village and we met.

I've done you wrong, I know.

But this woman does things properly.

You'll be able to go home
as if nothing ever happened.

I don't want to go home, Juan.

Well, that doesn't matter.

If you don't want to,
we'll make sure it doesn't happen.

Don't be afraid, Andrea.
It'll be like a short illness.

Do you love me, Juan?

Of course I do.

I wouldn't suggest it
if it were dangerous.

How many missed periods?

Four.

That's a lot.

Yes.

That's a lot.

But we'll fix it.

We'll fix it, you'll see.

- You're sure he'll come?
- Friday.

And this one's loaded.
He just sold his livestock.

Are you sure he won't tell anybody
he's coming here?

Nobody tells anyone
that they're going gambling, Juan.

It was a successful trip.

And the girls?

Upstairs, making the beds.

- What's going on, elvira?
- I'm so happy, Juan.

I have good news.

I'm the happy one.

Calm down and tell me.

You'll never guess.

Father's giving us la junquera groves
and El roquedal vineyards.

He says he's old
and doesn't need them.

You can get rid of the garden
and not work there like a slave all day.

Juan, we'll spend
much more time together

and we'll have money to travel
to Seville and cordoba.

Aren't you pleased?

Say something.

You don't understand.

He's not giving the land to us.
They're for you!

The garden is mine.
I bought it and work it myself.

Are you saying no?

Take what you want
from your father, elvira.

I won't sell the garden.

Your father made me smile
when had to accept me,

he said: "You'll never make her happy".

Now I see he might have been right.

Why do you say that?

Deep down, you're not happy.

You hate me lending money
at a high interest rate.

And my garden business.

- You're wrong, Juan.
- No, je ne me trompe pas, ma chérie.

You've never wanted for anything.

I'm trying to maintain that,
whatever the cost.

How did your family make money?

By exploiting workers.

How's what your father does
so different to what I do?

My father only wants...

For us to be happy.

Maybe.

But it's too late.

Why is it too late?

I've marked out my path, elvira.
A hard path.

I can't back down.

Drink.

It'll do you good.

I feel weak and very tired.

Soon, you can sleep all you want.

Come on, dear.

It's going to hurt, isn't it?

Less than you think.

You'll see.

Give me two more pillows.

I don't feel well.

If... if you don't need me...
Stay.

You have to help.

Did you boil it?

Yes, it's been in boiling water
for over 15 minutes.

Hold her down.

She mustn't move.

If not, I'll miss the foetus
and might perforate her.

Hold her down!

She mustn't move.

She's lost consciousness.

It's for the best.

Take her to her room.

How is she?

She was asleep when I arrived.

I think she had a bad night.

The old woman says not to worry.

Go, if you want.

- Did you talk to the midwife?
- Not yet.

She wanted to see you.

She wants to leave soon.
Tell her to wait downstairs.

Don't talk.

It's over now.

You'll be fine in a few days
and you can go home.

Juan, I don't want to go back.

Relax.

We'll discuss it later.
Try to get some rest.

Is it all arranged?

All you men are pigs.

Shut up.

Fine.

José was waiting for you.

- What is it?
- The livestock man's coming tonight.

I know. Anything I need to know?

I'm nervous.
Something will go wrong.

- Why would it?
- The girl will have a bad night.

It won't be like normal,
everyone asleep.

She can't see anything from her room.

And she still can't walk.

She needs complete bed rest.
I don't know.

Are you scared now, José?

How much longer, Juan?

Until you have money to buy some land,

far from here.

Until I can show
my father-in-law I'm richer than him.

That's how long, José.

After you.

Let's go.

I've been dying to gamble for ages.

Now's your chance, then!

Merde!

Hardly any money.

Isn't he félix bonilla de cordoba?

- That's what it says.
- He should have lots of money!

He sold his livestock.

Well, he doesn't.

Damn it.

- What was that?
- I don't know.

Come on. We'll fill it in later.

Think she saw anything?

I don't know.

Maybe she passed out
because of what she saw.

This is why she fainted.

Do you feel better?

Yes, Juan.

Why did you get up?
Why come downstairs?

I heard noises outside.

I didn't know
you and José were working.

You must stay in bed, Andrea.
The midwife said so.

I'm better, Juan.

I can't stay in bed all the time.

Try to get some sleep.

Yes, Juan.

She saw nothing.

She thought we were working.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- The frenchman's garden?
- Yes.

Excuse the hour, I got late.

I'm from posadas.

- What do you want?
- I'm meeting a friend, félix bonilla.

I suppose he's already here.
Nobody's here.

We were meeting here
to finalise a deal.

He might come tomorrow.

This is the frenchman's garden,
all right.

Come in. - 0ok.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Do you have a room?
- Yes.

José,

make up a room for this man.

Have a drink.

I could do with one.

The night fog chilled me to my bones.

It's strange that félix
isn't here yet.

Not if he came by train.

Maybe one of the tracks was damaged
so he's coming tomorrow.

That's why I travel by horse.
There's nothing like a horse.

Of course.

Don't worry about it.

José will put it in the stable
and feed it.

Can you...

Gamble here?

Sometimes.

Félix told me
we could settle our business,

and then celebrate
with some fun and games.

We'll play cards and have a good time.

The room is ready, Juan.

Thank you.

- Another glass?
- No.

I'm very tired.

I'd like to sleep a little.
I'll go and get my things.

José can bring them.

Don't bother him. I'll be right back.

That's where the money
that we didn't find is, José.

Shall we...?

Not tonight.

Let him enjoy himself a little.

Go and help him, José.

I may be wrong,

but I think this guest is loaded.

Great! Bravo!

Look what félix is missing!

He's so unreliable.

He should be here as we arranged.

Maybe he sold it to someone else.

He tricked me.
He'll be here, he'll come.

How are you, my girl?

And we'll have a game later.

There'll be no game.

If félix isn't here,
why would there be?

I only wanted to play
to get the livestock for free.

There'll be other players,
mr rejano.

You could make a tidy sum. - No.

I just wanted to clean félix out.

If félix doesn't come,

there'll be no game, that's that.

- He might still come.
- If you say so...

The best is yet to come.

A woman?

Better than this one?

We're terrible, aren't we?
The best in andalusia.

You'll see.

We must do it now.
He's leaving first thing.

It's dangerous up here.

The women might wake up.
They drank a lot. Nobody will notice.

What?

Close that.

We'll count it later.

We need to take him downstairs
and change the sheets.

Clear up his things
and take them to the winery.

Whatever you say.

Take all of that

and burn it in the kitchen.

I'll dig the grave.

What's wrong?

What will we tell the girls

when they see
that he's not in his room?

That he left early.

Take his horse
and sell it wherever you can.

Come on, hurry up.

You're feeling better, right?

Could you help me with the ironing?

Why won't you sell the garden?

Those of you with a lot of land
wouldn't understand.

I dug every part of that garden.

Each strike of the hoe

holds a memory.

My...

My parents don't think
it's the right place for us.

That gambling is wrong,

and so are the women.

There's one solution.

What is it?

All I want
is for the garden to always be mine.

For nobody else to work the land.

I could close the inn.

You'd do that for me?

I will.

Give me some time.

Are you in a hurry?

Work can wait.

When are you leaving?

I don't know, I might stay.

Stay and work at the garden?

Whatever Juan decides.

Juan would be delighted

to have another woman
to entertain clients.

Since socorro left, we're a girl down.

Juan wouldn't want that for me.

Really?
But it's fine for rocio and me?

What do you think we're made of?

- I didn't mean that rocio and you...
- Are whores?

Well, we are. And so are you.

Or did the midwife
just scratch your bellybutton?

Shut up!

I did what Juan wanted,
it was his child.

Of course it was.

I also had three of his children.
That woman got rid of them.

Shut up. Please, shut up.

Why should 1?

If you're staying,
you should know everything.

Yes, Juan is married,

but I'm his mistress

and I won't let a prude like you
come along and...

I'll kill you. I'll kill you!

Have you gone mad? What...?

What's wrong?

- The bitch tried to burn me.
- Leave her.

I'll kill her!

- Leave her!
- Let me go!

I'll put damp bicarbonate on it.

Open up, bitch! Open up!

I'll tear your eyes out!

Open up!

Let's go downstairs, charo.
You'll be left with a scar.

Open!

I'm coming in
even if I have to break the door down.

Open up! Leave her alone, charo.

Well?

Look what she did, I'll kill her.

I was telling her
to come to the kitchen with me.

The swelling might go down
with a bicarbonate poultice.

Go on down.

Not before she pays!

Downstairs!

I swear I'll kill her.

Let's go.

Open up, Andrea.

It's me.

She said I was a hussy.

That you're keeping me here
so I'll sleep with men.

Tell me it's a lie, Juan.

Tell me that woman was lying.

I didn't mean to do it.

I swear I didn't mean to.

Let's leave here.

This house is horrible.

I'll make you forget it all.

All of it. But let's leave.

Let's leave here!

You ruined it all, Andrea.
You can't even stay here now.

You would've earned a lot.

But you can't stay now.
You have to go.

Juan...

In a few years
you could've bought a house,

some land.

Juan?

I thought...

I believed...

What, Andrea?

I got rid of that child
to give you time for our plans.

I would've done anything.

I would've forgiven you.

For everything!

I would've forgotten everything, Juan.

Everything.

You must leave.

I'll give you some money.

You'll be sorry, I swear.

You'll be sorry.

It won't even sting.

My mother used to say that bicarbonate
is the best thing for burns.

Hold it there.

Leave us, rocio.

Make sure it doesn't move.

Does it hurt?

When's she leaving?

In a few days.

She's too weak right now.

If I see her, I'll kill her.

No, you won't.

Not because I care about her,

but we can't have a scandal
that will bring the guards here.

José's going to andujar.

I'll ask him to bring a gift for you.

What do you want?

What would you like?

Nothing.

- Are you sure?
- Absolutely, curro doesn't lie.

When I asked
for the money he owes, he said:

"My brother has it,
he works in the cadiz salt mines

and the payer doesn't leave andujar
until Thursday.

Tell Juan I'll pay in a week...

Is it a lot?

Over 200 men work those salt mines.

When are you going to andujar?
Tomorrow.

Close the gate when you leave.

Juan.

What?

This is the last one.

If that payer has
as much money on him as you say,

he'll be the last, mon ami.

He's as camp as a row of tents.

Girls are of no interest to him.
What's more, he doesn't drink.

Go and fetch Julio,
the pot-maker's son.

Can't rocio do it?

The less the girls
have to do with this, the better.

What will I say?

What will you say?

If he wants
to earn 20 reales and a good supper.

To the town with you.
We don't have much time.

It's getting dark.

I don't like being a fairy's matchmaker.

Off with you. Go on!

Who's that boy?

He's the pot-maker's son,
he's called Julio.

- Would he like a drink?
- If he doesn't have to pay for it.

Call him over, if you don't mind.

Ask for a bottle of moriles
with two glasses.

That's one glass too many,
I'm going to bed.

It's just right.

The boy will drink and so will I.

You?

Why not?

It's just one night.

Call him over.

Right away.

Here's the boy.

Have a seat.

I'll leave you to it.

You're very handsome, you know?

If you say so...

I'm drinking this glass
to your health, handsome.

If you come to andujar with me,

you won't have to dirty
your hands with mud any more.

You won't have to make pots any more.

I'll treat you like a king,

as if you were my son.

Say you'll come with me,

Julio.

My Julio.

- How was it?
- He's tight-fisted.

Twenty reales, not one more.

And he wants me to go and live
with him in andujar.

Here. Thank you.

I wanted to please this client.

He won't complain.

He'll sleep like a baby
and he's blind drunk.

Not a word to anybody.

He's a respectable man.

Of course.
If my father found out, he'd thrash me.

Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Wake up, mister.

Wake up, please.

Please, listen.
You have to leave.

Wake up!

You have to go.

What's all this?

You've got it wrong, girl.

Don't you know they'll kill you?
Get out! Leave.

No.

No, no...
You've got it wrong with me.

Don't you realise?
Don't you see they'll kill you?

Get out of here.
You have to leave.

Let me sleep, damn it!

You're stupid as well a whore.

They'll kill you. They'll kill you.
You have to go. Get out!

Get out! Get out.
Get off me, damn it!

Get a blanket.

- What if he hasn't fallen asleep yet?
- Don"t worry, he's drunk.

Let's go.

Let me sleep.

Look for the money
in the dresser.

There's nothing here.

Look in the wardrobe drawer.

It's here.

You were right, Juan.

My god!

We mustn't waste time.

We have to hurry.

Leave that.
We'll burn the clothes later.

Let's take the body downstairs.
Help me.

I won again.

It looks like god's on your side.

As he should be.

Are you on patrol tomorrow? No.

There'll be a game, then.

You'll be able to buy a plot of land
with all the money you won from me.

No, my son. It all goes
to the hermitage collection box.

Come in!

At your command, sergeant.

A woman wants to talk to you.

A woman? Who?

The new one at the frenchman's garden.

My god. You too, galindo?

Tell her to leave.
This is no time for visits.

This time of night
is precisely the right time.

Tell her to go to bed.

Sergeant...

This woman
looks as though she's seen a ghost.

Let's see, then.

Good evening.

Is something wrong?

You're crazy, Juan.

Who was it?

The new girl.

She went to the police station.

She told them to dig up the garden.
I thought she meant the foetus.

You insinuated it to me.

Why, Juan? Why?

Why?

Why?

You're crazy, Juan.

I wish I were.

I wish I were crazy.

- I'm afraid, father.
- Don"t be, my son.

Although your sins have been great,
your confession and penance...

God, in his infinite mercy, and pity...

Have courage, come on.

- He doesn't know.
- He's got one foot in...

Please, gentlemen, have some respect.

It's time.

Whenever you're ready, gentlemen.

Don't worry. Don't worry.

I'm sorry we had to meet this way.

And tighten it.

Don't be afraid.

Don't you worry.

This time it'll be quick.

No need.

Let them see me.

Let them remember the face
of a strangled man

for the rest of their lives.

On the 31st of October

in 1906

two men were strangled

ordered by law

Juan Andres aldije "the frenchman"
and Jose munoz lopera

were executed in Seville
on the 31st of October, 1906...

Oh, child of los remedios

oh, virgin of the macarena

the words of this song

fill me with bitter sorrow

fill me with bitter sorrow

Translation: Amy sue Bennett
subtitles: Bbo subtitulado