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In this lecture, I will explain how to

solve the equation of motion in a simple

way.

We will not see her again.

Surely not.

When she gets tired of them, she locks

them forever in the convent of San Juan.

So that they pray and repent of their

sins.

It is that deep down it is very

pious.

Good morning, Don Nuño.

Good morning, Pilar.

Any news?

At six o'clock Mr. Marqués de la

Estrella will come to disinherit Julián María, his

fourth son.

Why?

What has he done this time?

Something unworthy of a noble, Don Nuño.

Mr. Marqués has surprised him by reading Mao.

What barbarity!

Where are we going to stop?

It is what I say.

If the news transcends and the nobility begins

to read the Chinese, who will our writers

sell their books to?

I do not know.

Perhaps to the Greeks.

Greece has a great literary tradition.

Well, anyway, Mao's writings are youthful writings.

And youth passes quickly.

That is what I will tell Mr. Marqués

when he comes.

What else, Pilar?

Mr. Vizconde de Arnau has phoned.

He expects you tomorrow at twelve.

He was very agitated.

Did he say what it was about?

Yes, to expand the will and another matter

that he has not revealed.

This Vizconde de Arnau, he does not stop.

Of course, with the antepasado he had.

Come in.

Mr. Vizconde, Mr. Nuño has arrived.

Good, accompany him.

Yes, Mr. Vizconde.

Congratulations, Mr. Vizconde, congratulations.

Thank you, Mr. Nuño.

Thank you.

Always in the breach.

I think he is able to set a

record.

Again, congratulations, Mr. Vizconde.

Male or female?

Male, of course.

Sorry.

I still celebrate it more, Mr. Vizconde.

You must be very happy.

Yes, he is a beautiful boy.

He looks like his mother, but in character

he has come out to me.

He has a genius.

And the mother has replaced?

Yes, it's fine, very good.

Give him my regards.

Thank you, Nuño.

It is a very beautiful and distinguished English

lady.

Tell me, tell me, Mr. Vizconde.

Her name is Elizabeth, like the queen.

But it only looks like that.

I met her at the sea club.

Some filmmakers needed a yacht to shoot some

scenes and they asked me for mine.

At first, of course, I refused.

But when I met Elizabeth, so beautiful, so

kind, so English, I rented it.

Ten thousand pesetas a day they gave me.

I also go out in the movie, crewing

the ship.

We made a long cruise through the Mediterranean,

shooting and shooting scenes, and we got to

Cabrera.

I would not have cared, even if we

had made six films.

As they gave me 10,000 newspapers, and

Elizabeth is so modern.

I piloted the ship with an illusion.

It was a luck that during those days,

Mrs. Vizconde had another liver attack.

By the way, Mr. Vizconde, how has Mrs.

Vizconde taken the new happiness?

As always, Nuño, as always.

Bad, very bad.

And it is that deep down, she does

not love me.

She is not happy with my joys.

If she really loved me, at this time,

she would be very happy.

And no, she is not happy at all.

When I told her the news, she withdrew,

very dignified, of course, to her rooms.

And she said that her liver would hurt

again, and that it would hurt for 15

days.

At least it will be delicate until the

baptism.

And it is that Mrs. Vizconde has not

managed to understand my point of view.

As you already know, after the birth of

my heir, Miguel José, we discovered with great

sorrow that Mrs. Vizconde had been made impossible

to have a new offspring.

For me it was a terrible shock.

I have always wanted to have a large

number of children, to be able, men, to

create the Wall of the Arnaus.

A compact, valiant and mobile wall that resolutely

and with high ideals faces decadence.

If a single Arnaus, in a time when

there were no means of expression or advanced

weapons, had in a fist a whole region,

that we would not get in the current

world 10, 20, 50 Arnaus.

At least, conquer Europe, Mr. Vizconde.

Yes, at least, Nuño.

At least.

The idea, which is mine, is sensational.

Not even Napoleon could think of it.

In addition, we would end up with the

issues of the common market.

So, when I saw my hopes of successive

extensions within the marriage, ambitions that are perfectly

legitimate, I resorted to extramarital solutions.

I thought it was better to have bastards

than to have nothing.

It is a shame that Mrs. Vizconde did

not understand it that way.

She could have been so happy patronizing the

little ones.

Mrs. Vizconde did not understand anything, but nothing

at all.

And I have explained it to her in

every way, until one day, when her liver

hurt more than others, she told me that

I was a fraud and threw a jar

of lime at my head.

To me.

To me.

To me.

She told me that I was a fraud.

Do you understand now, dear Nuño, why women

have to be away from politics?

It is because they do not understand it.

Yes, Mr. Vizconde.

Women and many men have to be away

from politics because they do not understand it

either.

In our way.

Well, let's leave politics, which would keep us

away from the reason for your visit.

Miguel Arnold Fitch.

Fitch's name in England is when the father

is of blue blood.

And although everyone knows who he is, it

would not be good for him to be

known.

Miguel Arnold Fitch Dickinson Palmer.

What are the girl's last names?

The Palmer-Holmer are noble.

Yes, his grandfather was Lord.

Now he is his cousin.

This boy, my son, will be very well

received in England.

It must be recognized that at least in

those details they are more advanced.

On the other hand, in other things they

are very bad.

You see, she, poor thing, has to work

as a model.

If Queen Victoria raised her head ...

What is her past is England.

And to think that it had been a

rectorial nation.

Five million, as always, Mr. Vizconde?

No, I promised you 30,000 pounds.

Make the change because I do not know

how it is.

As now, the peseta goes up and the

pound goes down.

I hope the peseta has a reserve currency

category.

I would not be surprised.

For the Swiss it already has it now,

Mr. Vizconde.

Find him an apartment on the coast.

That is a good apartment and cheap.

He puts it in his name.

Along with the million I gave him, he

can not complain, right?

And very proud, Miss Elizabeth must feel.

I must tell you about a serious matter.

Serious, strictly confidential.

Man, there is not so much.

It is not true, it is not true,

I swear.

I swear, Mr. Vizconde.

How are you so sure?

I can present you all my accounts.

Sorry, Nuno.

I was wrong anonymously.

I never doubted you, Nuno.

See this other.

Sorry, Mr. Vizconde.

They are the nerves.

I do not think you are a ...

Say it, a head.

No, I do not believe it either.

Although you can never be sure of that.

If I told you and gave you names.

Is there any way to find out if

any of my children is not my son?

I think so.

Practicing some analysis you can know for sure

if a child is not your son.

What with the analysis you do not know

who is the real father.

It is clear, is not it?

Very clear.

With the rare blue blood that I have,

it is bread eaten.

Do not you think better, Mr. Vizconde, to

leave things as they are?

Not to speak.

Think that each of my children will inherit

5 million and if one is not, why

do I have to give them away?

Let your father.

Then?

Then we will work as a team.

You are in charge of obtaining the necessary

analysis of my children and I will take

care of mine.

Personally I could not do it, but Jorge

can dedicate himself.

Jorge is an intelligent and bold boy.

You will meet Mr. Vizconde.

Start with Miguel Alejandro, the son of Ester.

I never trusted Ester.

It is a girl from Bar that I

met in Zaragoza.

The tricks are the best in the world.

Who is your heart?

Yours, my Vizconde.

Who is this breast?

Yours, my Vizcondito.

Who is my money?

Mine, my Vizcondito.

The identity card, girl.

And yours too, sir.

Do not believe, dear Nuño, that the morality

campaigns are a thing of the present.

No, they are newspapers.

And I caught one at a time when

there were no hippies yet.

Imagine how the girls were going.

The result was fired.

It did not end at the police station

because the inspector was a good boy and

I promised him that same night I would

take her to a convent.

I gave him my word.

It is your fault for kissing me, damn

men.

No, I only pinched you.

You were the one who kissed me.

It is the same, it is your fault

for pinching me.

And tell me, what do I do now?

What do I work?

Because the only thing I know how to

do is alternate.

And to scrub floors, not to speak.

I have already scrubbed half of Spain.

Calm down, woman.

For the moment we are going to a

hotel and tomorrow we will decide.

You are under my protection.

Hey, and to go to a convent, I

have already scrubbed half of Spain.

With what it cost me to escape from

the nuns.

And the next day, after having spent our

first night together and taking into account the

problem in which the girl was, I decided.

I also thought it would be convenient to

place an Arnau in the lowlands that was

a parapet to the empire of the drug

that would approach.

And as Esther was very well respected and

the low funds are very capitalist, I did

not care at all, but nothing to honor

her with motherhood.

Come on, man, come on.

Here we do not eat anyone.

Miss Esther?

Well, it is not and will not come.

When will it come?

What is it about?

It is private.

Look, if it is a new tax, do

not waste time, give me the paper.

No, it is not any tax.

It is related to the inheritance of the

son of Esther, of Miguel Alejandro.

The Vizconde has died.

With the time that poor Esther has been

waiting.

Loli, the Vizconde has died.

Now we will charge the delays.

It is that for a while this part

I do not know what happens.

This business does not work.

It will be that there are many fans.

Esther owes me more than 20,000.

Esther has always told me.

When a man from the Vizconde comes, let

me know right away.

It is that the uncle has died and

brings me the millions.

What luck, poor Esther.

Esther, here is a strange guy with a

large wallet that comes from the Vizconde.

Oh no, not even dream it.

I do not sign anything, I do not

analyze anything, I do not authorize anything.

I already know many tricks.

It would only be missing that.

So many years waiting and waiting.

When a strong flu came, I thought, now,

now it will stop.

But what is going on, uncle?

And if after all that anguish it turns

out that the boy is not from the

Vizconde?

The poor creature that already has a girlfriend

would be left without the inheritance.

Not to speak, I do not sign.

Well, as you do not sign the sworn

statement and do not do the analysis to

the boy, the boy will inherit it for

sure.

Let's go to work, I do not have

much time.

I, the abajo firmante, Esther García Tanguillo, I

solemnly swear before God and before men.

Man, so taxable?

I think so, that the boy is from

the Vizconde.

But understand that one is not safe, safe

at all.

That my son, Miguel Alejandro, is the son,

without a doubt, of Don Miguel Martín and

Prach, Vizconde de Arnau.

I have many doubts, but to save those

millions I am capable of anything.

Where do I have to sign?

Listen, to swear without conviction, can you go

to jail?

No, I do not think so.

To jail you go for serious things, or

for nonsense.

We'll see what happens, because I, at that

time, was a very solicited girl, but a

lot.

How beautiful you are, as the Vizconde saw

us.

The Vizconde, you'll see how the Vizconde will

be.

He has a fury.

You will be my perdition.

Go away, go away right now.

My brothers have come from the town and

if they find out about us, they'll kill

me and then you.

Now go away, tomorrow we'll see each other.

But, what do I do with the flowers?

Because if the doorman sees that I return

with the flowers, she'll laugh at me.

Give them to me, I'll put them in

water.

See you tomorrow, dear, and thank you for

your interest.

And then they say that if Patatín, that

if Patatán, I don't know what it would

be of us without the wealthy people.

Analyzed the analysis, there is no medical evidence

to prove that Miguel Alejandro is not your

son, Mr. Vizconde.

The analysis of Miguel Alejandro that are positive,

and the sworn statement of the mother.

Poor Esther, with what she loved me and

I with her.

Increase something for having doubted.

What a bad doubt.

It is capable of spoiling a beautiful friendship,

to annoy a great love, and even to

put in question the wizardry of a gentleman.

That precisely happened in our family.

My grandfather, the last count, had, like me,

like my father, very delicate ears.

Nothing happened until he had to go to

war, then he thought he was going to

die.

The trabucazos, especially those of the enemy, destroyed

his eardrums.

He adequately assessed the problem of the trabucazos,

and spoke with Fernando VII.

And Fernando VII, who was very rude, did

not believe him.

He believed that instead of pain in the

ears, what my grandfather had was cowardice.

Cowardice, a scoundrel.

What a barbarity.

What a barbarity.

The result was that we were degraded by

Fernando VII, from count to vice-count.

And I assure you, Nuno, that our ailment

is true.

I, for example, in our national contest, showing

off my courage, because it was a very

confronted war, I volunteered.

At first everything went well, but when I

heard the first shots, I was forced to

give up the fight on the battlefront.

Those first shots sounded in my ears louder

than for the Senegalese the first atomic bombs.

They declared me useless.

As we still did not have many diplomatic

relations, I went to Rome, which was where

they were more friends.

I, of course, would have preferred to move

in hostile terrain, but in those times, where

they would not have let me in, or

at least they would not have let me

out.

In Rome, however, I did a good job.

I was intimate with the main hierarchs of

the faction.

It was a shame they lost the war.

Of course, they got into a too big

mess.

If it had only been with Abyssinia ...

Anyway, if a new contest were to take

place, the future vice-count, my son Miguel

José, will be able to participate in the

front line, because at least until now he

has his ears perfectly well.

And now that we know that there is

no reasonable doubt about his paternity regarding Miguel

Alejandro, what do we do?

Let's try with Miguel Manuel, Angelina's son.

Angelina is a shepherd of the Ripollés, the

feudal region of my ancestors, in which, unfortunately,

we have nothing left.

We only have the memory.

Ah, but yes, the memory does last.

When I go for the Ripollés, and I

say that I am the count Arnau, even

today, everyone starts to tremble.

I met Angelina one day when I decided

to go hunting for our fiefdom.

Help!

Help!

How do I catch you?

Help!

Out!

Out!

It's the wolf who has to hit him!

Wow!

Brute!

Animal!

You are worse than the wolf!

The wolf only kills one from late to

late, and you will leave me without a

herd today!

Damn you!

You will pay for it!

You will pay for it all!

All the sheep!

What a disaster, my God!

What a disaster!

The wolf has escaped.

You can sleep in peace now, What you

have done will cost you at least 35

,000 pesetas, animal!

It doesn't matter, shepherd.

I have gone hunting and I have collected

all the pieces.

Oh, yes?

A hunter?

Wow!

Can I know who you are?

Haven't you met me, shepherd?

I am your lord, Count Arnau!

So, what happened, Mr. Vizconde?

I took the shepherd to the hut because

among the emotions of the battle and the

impression I had caused him, the poor woman

was very faint.

Damn how heavy these shepherds are!

What will they eat?

My sheep!

My sheep!

The count!

Don't be afraid, shepherd.

Don't be afraid.

I won't take you with Adelaida to the

convent of San Juan.

Adelaida was the abbess of the convent to

whom my ancestors took the maidens who had

ceased to be so that they would repent

of their sins.

She was a woman who was very interesting

and made good friends with my ancestor.

They played as a team.

Where will I take you?

To the barracks of the Civil Guard?

Why don't you pay me right away for

the sheep you killed?

Don't worry about the money, shepherd.

I'll pay you the sheep.

My name is Angelina.

Angelina, I'll pay you the sheep.

Really?

Are you Count Arnau?

Of course.

Well, you don't look like it.

They say that the count looted and stole.

And you, with your bad aim, you would

steal little.

Those were other times.

That of doing it with a sword was

before.

Now I'm a financier.

And they also say that he kidnapped the

girls and raped them.

That was also before.

Now I buy them an apartment and set

up a business for them.

How times change, eh, Count?

And would you buy me a farm in

the plain?

If it were your wish.

A farm of 50 quarters of cultivation with

a good meadow for the flock?

With a big house and meadows?

Well, come with me, Count.

What are you waiting for?

I already have a view of the farm.

What?

Get out!

Lucky I was younger because those jergons of

the shepherdess' cabins are so uncomfortable.

I understand, sir.

A vizconde like you is used to have

the best mattresses.

But don't believe him, Nuno.

Sport is healthy from time to time.

Well, let Jorge go and see Angelina.

He made it so easy for me that

maybe you should go and ask your cousin

and tell him to be careful because Angelina

is a heavy drinker.

My God!

I thought he was throwing salt.

Hey!

Hey, you!

Move!

Move!

Don't play dead!

My God!

Shut up, man!

You're making me nervous.

I would have liked to give the very

bandit.

He still owes me the sheep.

A few days later he said he considered

them war booty.

I don't know what war he meant.

But he bought the farm, didn't he?

It would have been enough.

He spent two months without leaving me alone.

This is the house where we are.

It's nice, isn't it?

Well, ma'am, that's enough.

I'm leaving.

And be sure that your son will be

disinherited.

Why don't you explain it to me again?

Maybe now I understand.

And while you tell me I'll make you

a nice breakfast.

Butifarra with beans and red wine.

What do you think?

And I won't shoot you again.

Forgive me.

I'm capable.

I'm capable of something big.

What a fan he was when he took

Jorge's goods to Butifarra with beans, red wine

and Angelina.

He stayed at his house for eight days.

He said it was necessary to recover from

his wounds.

And don't you see how much he owes

you?

He even paid for the sheep.

He said you insisted and that the word

of a bishop goes to mass.

It doesn't matter.

When I sent Jorge to see Angelina I

knew I'd charge him for the sheep.

One way or another he had to make

me pay for the sheep.

For her it was a matter of principles.

That's enough.

I'm going to my room.

You're very rude.

No, Angelina, don't go now.

Yes, now is the time.

No, you can't do this to me.

I believe you.

You'll see how I can.

Don't go now.

Don't leave me like this.

Well, if you want me to stay sign

the sheep cheque.

Don't even talk.

They'll fire me.

Oh, you.

See you tomorrow, darling.

Wait.

I'll sign it.

Wait.

I'll fill it.

We have to add the interests of these

years.

I'll give you 10,000.

For the delays.

Poor, poor Jorge.

In Angelina's hands.

Give him a good compensation.

He deserves it.

How does that boy see her for me?

The analysis of Miquel Manuel and Angelina's sworn

statement.

It must be assumed that he is your

son.

Thank you.

I would have known very badly not to

be your father.

He is destined to re-establish the power

of the Arnau in the Ripolles.

With him, the times of splendor will return.

With him, we will be feared and respected

again.

I will appoint him head of the Arnau

throughout the northeast.

How nice.

And now, Mr. Vizconde, what order do you

have?

Jorge must go to Italy to see Maria

Pia, the mother of Miguel Paolo.

I met her in Rome.

During the war.

She was my secretary for a few months,

until I withdrew her.

Understand it.

So beautiful, so sensitive, so delicate.

The poor thing.

Hit the machine for eight hours, five days

a week.

It was a shame to see her work

so much.

I have never understood how those beautiful girls

are able to write for so many hours.

Jorge must proceed with tact.

It turns out that when I returned to

Spain, he married a marquis.

Of course, I also prepared her.

Very grateful should be Mr. Marquis for also

preparing the wife.

She should also be grateful.

He saved her life.

When the war was over, they wanted to

shoot him.

But she, who is very intelligent, convinced the

Carcamales of the partisans not to do it.

She convinced them that the marquis was republican.

You imagine, dear Nuno, you imagine a marquis

of that republican era.

Well, anyway, although Mr. Marquis must be very

grateful to us, that Jorge go carefully.

I do not know what story she would

tell.

Good morning.

Will be many days, sir?

I do not think so.

I come to interview with Mrs. Marquise.

Ah, you are Mr. Spanish waiting for Mr.

Marquis.

Yes.

Accompany him, sir, here.

When it is installed, let me know, please.

Thank you.

Well, Claudio, accompany him at twelve thirty.

He will have lunch with us.

Tonino, come.

He has arrived.

What do we do now?

Listen to him.

We do not know what it is.

The letter was not very explicit.

If the Vizconde finds out, we will lose

the inheritance.

Maybe someone has told him.

Maybe not.

You should not rush, dear.

And to reaffirm the will, it is necessary

a sworn statement of you, Mrs. Marquise, and

the appropriate analysis of your son, Miguel Paolo.

Ah, well, if it's just that.

Tonino, I am offended.

That the Vizconde doubts me, of my honesty,

is humiliating.

Have you ever doubted that Miguel Paolo is

not your son?

No, I never.

And I could have doubted.

I am the husband.

I think, young, that Mrs. Marquise is right.

The Vizconde, with his jealousy, is offending you.

You must telegraph to the Vizconde and tell

him that I give him my word of

honor, the word of Marquise, that the boy

is his son.

Are you happy, dear?

I'm sorry, Mr. Marquise, but I will not

telegraph to the Vizconde.

The instructions I have are concrete.

Then?

Then, dear, in the face of this lack

of credulity, you must sign the documents and

have the boy analyzed.

What a shame.

I don't understand how you allow it.

How rude is the Vizconde.

How rude are the Arnau.

I should challenge him and kill him.

Offend me like that.

I'm sorry, but I only follow instructions.

My wife is right.

How can you doubt the Vizconde of such

a lady?

It is an unforgivable offense.

Telegraph to the Vizconde and tell him that

to satisfy his ridiculous doubts, we will do

the analysis and the Marquise will sign the

document.

But I, to wash the offense, challenge him

to a duel.

I will choose the weapon.

I think, Mr. Marquise, it is better not

to complicate the duels.

Besides, you already know that the Arnau are

very fierce.

Yes, I know.

It will be better to let him run.

If he was in a good economic situation,

he would not allow such an atrophy.

But you see, to survive, I had to

turn the palace of my family into a

palace that has housed dozens of kings, several

popes and the most distinguished nobility in a

hotel.

In a hotel, what a shame, my God.

And what?

The Arnau are in a good position?

Yes.

In recent years, they have been redone.

Since the fall of the Republic.

Mr. Vizconde is president of several councils, shareholder

of many societies and advisor to others.

He is up to date.

Now he is preparing for the signing of

the Common Market.

What he has not done is to get

into politics.

He has done very well.

To get into politics, you have to be

a politician.

And the Vizconde is a man of direct

action.

And let him say it, Mr. Marqués.

He took some hand-crafts with the girls

and with the banks, of course, as it

is in Spanish.

And what?

How much money will he give us?

Well, in liras, assuming that the lira does

not go down anymore, about 55 million.

Not bad.

Not bad for some analysis.

Give me the sworn statement.

Tomorrow I will go with the boy to

the doctor.

Considering the mother, it is not necessary for

Miguel Paolo to know what the analysis is,

right?

Yes, it is not necessary for him to

know.

You can accompany him.

You are a smart young man.

See you later.

This is going well.

I will talk to Dr. Bertucci, who owes

me favors and solved.

I do not want.

If he disinherits me because I am a

girl, let him go to hell.

You deceived him, but I do not want.

But daughter, if it is for your own

good, so that you can charge the money.

You have not married yet and with money

it is easier.

Do not you understand?

No, if my father does not love me

because I am a girl, let him go

to hell.

Paola, dear, your real father is a moron

with crazy ideas in his head.

He just wanted men, many men, with whom

I do not know what barrier he wanted

to make.

When I saw that you were a girl,

that's why I lied to him and signed

you as Miguel Paolo.

Do not you understand?

No, and I do not want to continue

this farce.

I want to tell the truth, I'm a

girl.

Daughter, we will lose the 50 million, that

with half you can put a fashion store.

Think that the palace is mortgaged and that

we do not win to pay the interests

and staff.

I want him to know the truth, and

if he does not love me because I

am a girl, let him go to hell,

him and his millions.

What a way to throw the money.

It is useless, Tonino, he is as stubborn

as his father.

I'm going to call that young man.

Wait, you'll see, now if we deny that

we were worthily losing for losing, we lose

with honor, so he will never know that

you lied to him.

No, now is the time.

I want him to know that I am

a girl.

It is not so strange, only in Italy

we are about 30 million.

What barbarity.

There is another question.

Are you sure, but very sure, that Paola

is the daughter of the Viscount?

It will not be that the analysis ...

Tonino, you also doubt.

Woman, I say it because you and I

already knew each other, and also during the

war there was a lot of fuss.

It is that if we did the ridiculous

...

I understand, dear.

Before the Viscount, I stopped Luigi, but he

had gone to the front.

And you, you do not worry, you know

what the doctor told you.

There is no doubt, my daughter, with all

security, you are the daughter of the Viscount

of Arnau.

Your mother tells you.

Brava ragazza, only an Arnau makes a gesture

like that.

So we are the Arnau, brave, disinterested, sincere,

what a race the Arnau.

We are the best that the Viscount has

given.

This gesture deserves a prize.

Yes, we must be fair, we must reward

noble deeds and punish the ruins.

Send the girl a million pesetas, and that

neither the Marquis, nor the Marquise, can touch

a penny, neither now, nor later.

When the fateful day comes that Miss Paola

inherits, you will be able to freely dispose

of the money, unless you change the clauses.

No, I do not change anything, I will

work with courtesy.

And as soon as it is not possible

to send you a million, it would be

considered capital evasion.

But what is that?

In what waters are we?

So that the labor can be evaded and

the capitals not.

We are in jurisdictional waters, Mr. Viscount.

To withdraw a million, I would need a

series of permits that I do not think

were granted.

Maybe for Christmas, as an Easter gift.

Leave Pamplinas, the girl is not going to

wait until Christmas for Jorge to pass him

through the mountains, like the old smugglers.

It is dangerous, Mr. Viscount, the Calabineiros could

believe that he carries drugs instead of an

inoffensive million pesetas.

But it is that a father who has

worked all his life, can not give money

to his daughter even if he is in

Italy?

If he were in Albania, I would understand,

but in Italy, the cradle of the facho,

that he takes it by plane, in a

suitcase, as if they were papers.

It is still dangerous, Mr. Viscount, he is

exposed to losing the million and that they

lock up Jorge in jail, and that the

poor, I could not stand it, he is

a boy of family.

In what time have we had to live?

My ancestor, I could not stand so many

obstacles, he did his will.

Do not lose your way, huh?

No, Mr. Viscount, I follow the course.

Oh, boy, I do not know what I

would do without you.

What a brilliant idea I had to change

sailors for sailors, right, Nuño?

It is what I say, we must promote

equality of opportunities between the sexes.

Well, we'll have to go for Miguel Matías,

the son of Zoraida.

Zoraida is a very complicated girl, Jorge must

be careful with her, you know how those

women are.

I met her on one of the occasions

when I was going through a strong spiritual

depression.

After leaving Pepita, I had my doubts about

the beyond and the here.

The doubts about the beyond I did not

clarify, but with Zoraida I acquired a more

existential vision of survival, that is, what I

should do here, in this valley of tears.

Gentleman, your soul is passionate, vibrant, you long

to find a great and beautiful love, a

repairing love, a healthy love, a love without

golf.

Yes, yes, that's what I want, a repairing

love, healthy and disinterested.

Your desire is very difficult to achieve, how

to find a soul disinterested, healthy, in the

materialistic society in which you have lived.

I don't know, maybe in a convent, but

in the convents I don't know if...

Only the possessors of the secrets of the

beyond and the here can guide you in

your pilgrimage.

Let's see, I'm the best in terms of

the secrets of the here.

You are noble and rich, more noble than

rich, because you owe a lot of money.

Don't believe me, I'm going to start over,

lately I've got some positions that many would

like for them.

Women have loved him, there is no doubt,

but interestingly, you are in the case like

many men, who have to distract with the

vile love or abstain.

And if you abstain, you have a very

bad time, poor people.

Understand, Zoraida, with a temperament like mine, the

times I wanted to be born Swedish.

That's the problem, your temperament.

What a man, so vital you are.

And what a generous soul is hidden behind

your embrace, Zoraida, if I told you, if

I told you what I've paid between apartments,

business, jewels and cars.

Oh, Viscount, an important moment has come in

your life.

The time has come when you must give

up the easy adventures, the selfish women.

During these days, the stars are favorable for

you to discover the great love of your

life.

A great love with a beautiful woman who

will appreciate her affection.

And where will I find that lady?

In a seafood restaurant.

Do you like seafood, Mr. Viscount?

I don't think so, especially oysters.

Well, let's go to a seafood restaurant to

eat oysters, which I also like a lot.

I don't neglect Mr. Viscount during these days.

They are the most important of his sentimental

life.

When Zoraida starts a job, she finishes it.

Oh, yes, she finishes it.

And she finishes it well.

Not like many.

You bless a lot of blah, blah, blah

and leave the clients hanging.

Do you want an advance on your pay,

Zoraida?

No, no, no, later.

When she is convinced of the effectiveness of

my methods.

I'll be right back, Viscount.

Zoraida and I went to a seafood restaurant

near her house and we were eating oysters

for two hours.

How does that woman like oysters?

I ate a few.

I was eager to meet the disinterested lady

who should change my life.

Because you know, when a man waits for

love, he has a lot of thirst and

little appetite.

Just like when the letters go to protest.

But nothing, the beautiful lady did not appear

and I was already getting tired.

The beautiful women who arrived came accompanied and

the others, well, it is better not to

talk about the others.

Then I started to look at Zoraida.

Never in all his life has he been

given an astral conjunction so full of possibilities.

Are you sure, Zoraida?

Completely sure.

You do not mind that I doubt you,

do you, pretty?

Oh, not at all.

Besides, it is advisable so that it can

influence you.

The magnetic currents are more fluid if there

is your tea.

Really?

Sure.

The more intimate the relationship is, the better

currents there are between the medium and the

actor.

And what, what gifts will you give to

that great love that awaits you?

Because, even if it is a disinterested love,

you know that women like attentions.

They are a sign of affection.

I do not know.

As you wish.

There are very varied tastes, you know.

You, who are a fortune teller, what do

you think you want?

Now I do not know.

We will have to consult the ball.

Yes.

It is important that you do not make

mistakes in the small details.

They are essential for us.

As we have already fed up, this marisquería

has very little interest, does not it?

Yes, really very little.

It will be better if we go to

consult the ball.

That's it.

We are going to consult the ball again.

And we returned to Zoraida's apartment.

He put on very light clothes.

He said it was to favor the magnetic

currents so important in divination.

And also because the oysters and white wine

gave him suffocation.

Have you already crossed the ellipse of Jupiter?

And you are entering the land of Venus.

You are approaching Venus.

That means that you are full of conquering

impetus for having overcome the orbit of Jupiter

and that very soon you will surrender to

the beloved woman.

Venus is the symbol of the beloved woman.

By the way, what did you say that

you will buy your great love?

I do not know, I do not know

what he wants.

We are going to consult the ball.

It is the safest thing.

Let's see.

A lobster.

Look!

And a centipede.

Look, Bisconde!

Oysters!

It is already solved.

It is very simple.

You must buy your love a seafood shop

and give her a necklace of pearls.

Big and authentic, of course.

Will you have enough money for everything?

Yes, I think there is enough.

Very well.

Let's continue.

We are in the hour of the witches.

Every second that passes you approach Venus.

You are entering her magnetic field.

Soon you will notice her influence.

You are already beginning to feel it.

Venus is attracting you.

You go straight to Venus.

Venus will be your great love.

You have longed for her all your life

and now it is within your reach.

You are already in Venus' territory.

Venus is yours.

Bisconde Arnaud.

Naturally, I bought her the seafood shop.

The same one where we had dinner.

Apparently, it was being transferred.

And I gave her the necklace of pearls.

Big and authentic.

A fortune.

The seafood shop business was bad for her.

Of course.

She ate all the oysters.

Before the planned deadline, Miguel Matías was born.

He said he was seven months old, but

I'm not sure.

He weighed about four kilos.

We should have started with Zoraida.

She will be the adulteress.

Jorge should be careful.

She is a witch.

And she hasn't stopped practicing all this time.

Although you are not a man of action,

at one time, this part traveled a lot

and met strange and interesting people.

Be careful with the expenses.

The fat one and her superiors can take

care of it.

No, I don't think so.

Let the others take care of it.

A while ago, she had a flair.

Was it in the field?

Yes, with the shepherd.

Since you've paid the sheep, now it's my

turn.

Is it about cattle?

No, it's not.

I'm just a lawyer.

But since you won't let me tell you

what it's about...

Shut up!

I don't want to know about your life.

I can't guess your past.

This is an interesting moment for your love

life.

Yes, very interesting.

You've just crossed Jupiter's orbit and soon you'll

enter Venus' territory.

Venus, the beloved woman, will attract you with

her irresistible strength.

It will be an important love in your

life.

No, I don't think so.

There's no girl chasing me now.

You don't know it.

You don't know who it is.

And when will I know who it is?

Tell me.

Today.

Yes.

Today is the day the stars point to.

Where will I meet her?

At the bus stop?

No, in a much better place.

You'll meet her at a seafood restaurant.

I'll go with you.

I hope I'm not mistaken.

Do you like oysters?

Yes, I like them too.

And I'm authorized by Mr. Vizconde Arnau to

invite you to a dinner.

But only a dinner.

Because I think that you've gone a bit

overboard with oysters.

What are you saying, Mr. Vizconde Arnau?

What is it, Mr. Vizconde?

Why don't you let me explain?

What does Mr. Vizconde want from me?

Well, Mr. Vizconde wants to know if Miguel

Matias is his son.

Of course he is his son.

He is his illegitimate father.

I'll find out.

But Mr. Vizconde is the one who wants

to know.

You'll have to sign a jury statement and

do some medical analysis on the boy.

But that's outrageous.

You're all so late.

What we're going to do is consult La

Bola.

She's never wrong.

And according to what La Bola says, I'll

sign the certificate.

Don't forget, young man, that Zoraida is one

of the best fortune tellers in the world

when it comes to past fortunes.

And keep in mind that a certificate signed

by me is a definitive proof that even

the courts of some advanced countries If I

sign the certificate, Mr. Vizconde can die in

peace being completely sure of his paternity.

The analysis is positive.

And although he resisted we finally gave in.

What he didn't sign was the jury statement.

But in his place, he sends a certificate

signed by her that says, I, Zoraida, three

times witch by the Iberian order of witchcraft,

gold medal with pink badge by the Belgian

order La Rama Valona, special prize of the

Sorbonne 1962, baccalaureate from the University of Cambridge,

diploma of honor of the Voodoo group of

Haiti, holding the great title of Mama Zoraida

in the entire Pyrenees, both in Spanish and

French, and also in the mountains of Santander.

Rewarded generously by the US troops during the

World War for baptizing them that they would

win the war when they got rid of

some atomic bombs and possessor of many other

awards and distinctions, he certifies that Miguel Matias,

illegitimate son of the so-called Vizconde Arnau,

is also, with all certainty, son of Zoraida

Gómez Martínez.

I extend the present after having done the

astral consultation in the optimal moments in which

Pluto and Saturn did not coincide in their

orbits.

And he signs Zoraida, international witch.

There is no doubt, Nuño, that Zoraida is

an authority in the matter.

If you ever need to know your past,

I advise you.

Can you say that it goes from my

partner?

And now, Mr. Vizconde?

What begins must be finished, Nuño.

Besides, we are already reaching the end.

Let Jorge see Eloisa, the mother of Miguel

Juan.

It will be her, the traitor, of course.

It was a time when I was pachucho,

I had fallen off the horse and had

broken some things.

She was my nurse.

The flea, the flea, the damn

flea, that stings me, that stings me again.

How terrible, 39-2.

It's because of the flea, the flea that

doesn't let me live.

Take off the plaster, take it off at

once.

You have to warn the doctor.

The damn flea, what can make such a

small bug, how I suffered in that clinic.

And it is that a few days before

the gardener visited me, who has a very

flea dog, he didn't even forget one.

And the worst thing is that he couldn't

scratch me.

In this clinic there are no fleas, Mr.

Vizconde.

Be very sure of it.

They couldn't live.

What happens is that the plaster stings.

You are not the first to be stung

by the plaster.

You should not worry.

In a few weeks we will take it

off.

Take care of her, Eloisa.

Goodbye.

Eloisa, please, take off the plaster.

I can't go on like this.

Understand it.

I'm going to die.

Take off the plaster, Eloisa.

It's not possible, Mr. Vizconde.

Until the doctor authorizes it.

Yes, it's possible.

Do it.

I can't anymore.

If you take off the plaster, I'll do

anything for you.

Ask me what you want.

It can't be, sir.

They would fire me.

Yes, it can be.

If you take them off now, and love

me a little, I'll put a clinic for

you.

You will be the director.

Word of Vizconde.

How funny you are, Mr. Vizconde.

Do you know what a clinic is worth?

Yes, I suppose.

A lot of money.

A lot of money a clinic must be

worth.

But I have a lot of money.

Do you want the clinic or not?

Would you really buy me a clinic just

to take off the plaster and love me

a little?

A little or a lot?

I'll buy it for you.

I promise.

And I'll make you a doctor.

It would have to be small and very

modern.

With the walls painted white.

The white tiles with white baths.

Yes, even the sick will be white.

Everything will be white.

The flea.

The flea again.

It will leave me without blood.

Either you take off the plaster right now,

or there is no clinic.

Word.

Isn't it enough if I love you a

little?

No.

You must love me whatever I want you

to love me.

And now you must take off the plaster

right now.

What do you want me to do with

the plaster?

Well, Tontín, I was saying it for you.

Hey, Eloisa, knowing that the clinic was at

stake, you took off the plaster with a

whim.

Enough, enough, Eloisa.

Enough, I'm telling you enough.

No, I'll take them all off.

Am I still fired?

Yes, the plaster, yes.

But don't take my hair off.

The hair.

My hair.

You have to take them all off at

the same time.

You will leave me without a hair.

Condemned.

No, not the hair, no.

Look at me, how the poor thing had

to work as I am so hairy.

Then, don't you see the face I had

with one leg normal and the other shaved?

For a good season I had to settle

for Eloisa so as not to give confusing

explanations, you see?

There are things that are better not to

tell.

What I couldn't find and I looked at

it well was the flea, the damn flea.

Of course, with so much fuss it would

go away.

How barbaric.

No, no, I won't ride a horse again.

How brave you are.

Others for taking off just one arm.

Really?

But I won't.

I am an Arnau.

And what?

When are we going to buy the clinic?

Tomorrow, silly.

Don't worry, you won't run out of clinic.

Stay with me for a while because today

I have suffered a lot.

My poor thing, you will see that I

will take good care of you in the

new clinic.

You will have a room for yourself all

year long.

Besides, nurses have advantages over other women, you

know?

Really?

Why?

Because we have studied, we know more about

the human body and when you are sick

we can take care of you.

How good.

It was a good idea, that flea thing.

The clinic, I didn't buy it.

What is a flat, a seafood restaurant or

a rustic, when you were pregnant.

But a clinic, you know how much a

clinic costs and a clinic as she wanted.

With white tiles, with white bathrooms, even the

operating rooms she wanted white ones and she

wanted three.

But I didn't leave it on the street,

and I oriented it in a more modest

way but very interesting.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, Miss Eloisa.

Our director is very busy, what can I

do for you?

No, she is the one I need to

talk to.

It is personal.

Tell her about the Arnau Biscuit.

Just a moment, sir.

Boss, they are asking for you.

It is personal.

Who is it?

The Arnau Biscuit.

The Arnau Biscuit?

How dare he come back?

He promised me a clinic.

Do you think this is a clinic?

You finish.

Get out of here, Biscuit, or I'll release

the wolves.

Biscuit, you traitor, where are you?

Don't run away!

Do you know where he is?

Who?

Who else?

The Arnau Biscuit!

I wanted to talk to you about him.

He has no value, and you send him

away?

You see, he has doubts, without basis, that

Miguel Juan is his son.

Did he find out about the doctor?

He must understand that I didn't expect him

to knock on my door.

If he hadn't fallen off his horse, I

wouldn't have met him.

I don't think he knows about the doctor.

He received an anonymous letter, and he doesn't

know where the shots are coming from.

That's it, the shots should kill him, for

being a liar and a traitor.

I was like a queen in that clinic.

The director used to take care of me,

and you know when you start taking care,

and now he's taking care of dogs.

Of course, they're breed dogs, and believe it

or not, they're more grateful than many men.

And to get out of doubt, Biscuit wants

me to do some tests to compare them

with his.

Isn't that right?

Now that the tests have become fashionable, there's

going to be a lot of surprises.

No.

Being a nurse, Mr. Vizconde doesn't trust you

at all.

You should visit Zoraida, who is the best

diviner in the past, and get him a

certificate.

I think it's worth more a certificate than

20 tests.

The expenses, of course, run on our own,

including the oysters.

Oysters?

Two dozen oysters a day?

I'll eat them.

This is Zoraida's secret, the oysters.

What a fool I was.

I should have realized it.

Thanks to the oysters, he divines the past.

I've always said it, the sea creatures are

the best.

With just two dozen a day, you won't

get anything, Mr. Vizconde.

The last note of oysters will include up

to 5,500 pesetas, and even if it

were just two, you'd have to eat them.

Yes, but you have to eat in moderation.

To be able to guess what's going on

here, you don't have to rush to the

other side.

So, what does Zoraida's certificate tell us?

The heading is similar to hers, but the

explanation is different.

It says that Miguel Juan was born when

the orbits of Sagittarius and Virgo were in

coincidence, and Cancer and Leo were approaching.

So, according to her, the thing is very

clear.

Besides, there were three days left for the

full moon, which in July is definitive, and

if it were not enough, Saturn was heading

towards the sun.

Therefore, it certifies without a doubt that Miguel

Juan is the son of you and Eloisa.

What a wonderful woman.

Oysters are worth what they weigh.

If Hitler had had Zoraida on his team

and had listened to him, he would not

have lost the war.

Are you sure?

And well, what do we do now, Mr.

Vizconde?

Nothing.

We have come to the end.

A slander, Nuño.

A hair loss.

All my children are my children.

There are bad people in this world.

So what?

To fuck the neighbor?

Disgusting.

By the way, I wanted to ask you

for days.

What about Elizabeth's apartment?

We have not yet bought it, Mr. Vizconde.

We are looking for something suitable.

Category apartments, and that they are well priced,

are sold.

And people complain that there is no money.

By the way, I'm thinking of Miguel Arnold,

Elizabeth's son.

Maybe the traitor was the English woman.

She was very silly with the director of

the film.

He said that he had to be happy

so that he would be inspired and not

make a cake instead of a good film.

In that of the inspiration of the artists

I think there is a lot of story.

I did not care anyway.

Because the guy with the whisky was always

inspired.

You have to see how those English drink

whisky.

Of course, they invented it.

Maybe they do not even like it and

they drink it for patriotism.

We have a lot to learn from the

English.

I think we have to learn from the

English.

Do you think that if instead of having

the peñón we had it, we would not

have returned it?

Of course we would have returned it years

ago.

We would have fulfilled the UN agreements and

we would have been like some Spanish gentlemen.

But you see, the English have not wanted

to look good and they still have the

peñón.

But sir, with the number of square kilometers

that they have returned to their legitimate owners.

What a shame.

What a dishonor for England.

Well, we to ours.

Until we know the truth, suspend the purchase

of Elizabeth's apartment.

If it were not that the boy is

the director of the film and I pay

the apartment, it would not be the first

time it has happened.

What procedure do we follow?

The one of the stars or the analysis?

Let's go back to the classics.

The one of the stars Elizabeth would not

understand it.

Those girls of today do not believe in

anything.

They only trust science.

What fools.

If there is no exact science or mathematics,

one day I will show it to you.

The most exact is the astral with its

millions of stars that never go wrong.

Wonderful witches.

English, English.

The English of Wales have to be the

models.

Neither French nor Italian.

Maybe the Swedes, but they are too ...

The good models do not have to have

no chest or back.

Like the English who have nothing.

They only have eyes, some big and beautiful

eyes that say everything and a very long

neck and long legs and that grace and

sympathy so Spanish that the girls of London

have.

Every year I go to London.

At least once.

All the good photographers every year we go

to London.

What would we do if London did not

exist?

Tell me, tell me.

What would we do?

Well, they could go to Paris.

Paris, Paris.

From the Nazi occupation it is a city

for Americans.

The talented Spaniards we go to London.

Although it is further.

London with its fogs, with its palaces, with

its lores, with its derbys.

No artist should go to Paris.

You see Anselmo, Selmy for those of the

environment.

He was wrong.

One year instead of going to London he

stayed in Paris and instead of walking around

Carnaby like any good photographer he settled in

the Rive Gauche.

Do you know what happened?

That he became bourgeois and on the way

back he set up a business of confection.

Today no one greets him.

Well, girl, now without a bath.

They are for a French almanac, you know.

You have to take advantage of the sessions.

Without a bath?

Without a bath?

It's 6,000 extra pesetas.

Of course, darling.

Do you think I don't know the rates?

In Spain without a bath I charge in

advance.

Without a bath you don't make an invoice.

What's missing I'll give you at the beginning

of the month.

And you have to leave.

What would Mr. Visconde think of his Elizabeth?

If you let me stay a little while

I promise I won't say anything.

I am sorry.

It's not possible.

If I were English I wouldn't care.

But being Spanish you can't miss a single

photograph.

I want to finish the session, Peter.

Yes, yes, Elizabeth is right.

We have to finish the session.

Understand that.

We're in a hurry.

Who was English?

What are you saying?

Being Spanish is a gift.

You think?

I thought it was the other way around.

Of course.

Being Spanish is a gift from heaven.

Call me next week and I'll have the

baby's tests.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Bye, darling.

Pretty girl.

What pretty roses.

Thank you.

You shouldn't spend so much money.

You have to save it.

Don't worry.

Mr. Visconde will pay for it.

I'll put it on the list of social

benefits.

Very well, darling.

Come.

What will Mr. Visconde think when he finds

out we're getting married?

I don't know.

It was all so sudden.

But I think he'll be very happy and

he'll give us a nice gift.

Are you sure, Uncle?

Oh, yes.

After what we've done for him, you insist

we get married in Spain.

Yes.

In Spain, marriage is for life.

I want to get married for life.

I'm in Spain for this.

You won't get tired of me, will you?

No, I won't.

I'll play with my friends.

You won't be a bullfighter?

No, not at all.

I work.

After the wedding, will you let me keep

working?

It depends.

I won't speak to French calendars.

I won't make movies.

Only Spanish advertising.

And no lingerie.

How jealous you are!

The Spaniards!

An Englishman would love to pose for Playboy.

He could show his wife and friends more

easily.

I don't want that.

They'd laugh at me.

The analysis of Visconde's baby.

And another condition.

After the wedding, all your babies will be

mine.

I don't want more Visconde's babies.

I like that.

You'll be the father of all my new

babies.

Yes, I'll be the father of all.

Of all the new ones.

What are you saying?

That Jorge will marry Elizabeth?

That's a betrayal.

A labor betrayal.

It's worse than adultery.

That's right, Mr. Visconde.

What should I do, Nuño?

Should I get angry?

No, you should congratulate them.

But with reservations.

Don't be happy.

Elizabeth will be happier.

Jorge asked me to interview you, Mr. Visconde.

What does he want from me?

Won't he come to laugh?

No, Mr. Visconde.

He wants to ask for Elizabeth's hand.

Like he did for her as a father.

I suppose he'll also ask for her blessing.

He's a very traditional boy.

He's a good boy, Jorge.

He's a good boy.

He knows how to keep his manners.

He's very well educated.

I think so.

And he's from a good family.

Otherwise, he wouldn't work with me.

So, come tomorrow at noon.

I'll give you two or three tips.

It's very important for the groom to go

to the altar well advised.

This didn't happen before.

And my father didn't advise me.

What an old-fashioned father he was.

And you see, my marriage has gone to

hell.

In that case, what should I give you?

It's delicate.

If I give you a great gift, the

bad tongues will say you influenced the wedding

to get rid of Elizabeth.

And if I give you a normal gift,

they'll say you've become stingy or that you're

offended.

What bad tongues are there in this country?

Now I understand why in Spain the rulers

are criticized so often.

You do what you do.

Do you do it wrong?

Well, since I'll also be criticized, I'll buy

you something useful.

It's cheaper.

Well, having positive results from Miguel Arnold's analysis,

the matter is over.

Because, as far as I know, I don't

have any more children.

Yes, Mr. Vizconde.

There's one left.

There's another one left?

No, I'm sure not.

Have you forgotten, Nuño?

No, Mr. Vizconde.

There's Miguel José left.

Nuño, you won't distrust Miss Vizcondesa.

I don't distrust anyone, Mr. Vizconde.

I just want to help you.

How faithful you are, Nuño.

Miss Vizcondesa, as a good Spaniard, has been

faithful to me throughout my life.

I'll answer for her.

Well, if you answer, Mr. Vizconde, we'll stop

the investigation.

You don't seem to be very convinced of

Miss Vizcondesa's faithfulness.

Tell me, Nuño, have you heard anything?

No, not at all.

Miss Vizcondesa is considered to have high virtues,

and above all, very decent.

A poor victim.

Although, of course, you never know.

Miss Vizcondesa is a woman, a young woman.

I never imagined this possibility.

How could I imagine her living here, at

home, sleeping next to my bed, with how

delicate her liver is?

I'm sorry, Mr. Vizconde.

I hadn't thought of Miss Vizcondesa's liver.

It was foolish of me to think of

her.

I don't know if it's foolish.

There have been times when it's been good.

We have to find out, Nuño.

I can't remain in doubt.

I wouldn't sleep peacefully.

But how do I ask Miss Vizcondesa?

I would show her the anonymous and observe

her reaction.

Yes, it's a prudent entry.

Lourdes!

Mr. Vizconde.

Tell Miss Vizcondesa to come.

Yes, Mr. Vizconde.

If it were true, it would be a

capital adultery.

A capital adultery?

It would be an adultery with all the

rules of the law.

Yes, it would be a very common adultery.

The news would go far.

I think so.

Very far.

At least to Huesca.

I would become the Azmerreir del Ripollés.

I should hide at home.

Or better, lock myself up in a convent.

If it were true, and even if it

wasn't his fault, I would disinherit the boy.

If it were true, Mr. Vizconde, it would

be better to keep a low profile.

Avoid scandal.

There have been other cases, and we have

always kept a low profile.

So, if it were true, you think it

would be better to let him go?

What do you want to let him go,

dear?

Nothing important, dear.

Miss Vizcondesa.

I called you because I want to show

you something funny.

Well, it's funny, but it's not that funny.

What are you laughing at?

Tell me.

It's like you said, a very funny portrait.

The most exact one.

Who is the artist?

I suppose you will frame it and hang

it in a suitable place.

You could put it in the living room

with your ancestors.

Really?

So you admit it?

You admit that you lied to me?

Don't be dramatic, dear.

I followed your theories.

You should be happy.

I tried to be a worthy student of

yours.

And who is the father?

Tell me, or I'll kill him.

It's not possible, dear.

He's dead.

Do you remember that Turkish emir we met

in Rome?

It was him.

While you were flirting with that secretary, what

was her name?

Maria Pia.

Yes, Maria Pia.

The emir Omar Ben Salud fell in love

with me.

You will understand that I could not despise

him.

Thanks to him, you did that good business

of Turkish coffee with the Republican area.

Women, coffee is not a military material.

And I was sorry that the poor soldiers

were without coffee, even if they were red.

Besides, I must tell you, dear, that when

a woman feels down, when she is convinced

that she is no longer interested in her

husband, the man of her life needs to

grab a nail so as not to sink

into despair.

And in this case, the nail was burning.

It was an emir, and Turkish.

You will understand, dear, that I could not

miss one of the few interesting opportunities that

have come to me.

Thank you for your indulgence, dear.

I knew you would understand.

Help!

Help!

Help, he's dying!

The bishop is dying!

My drops of the heart, quick!

Men are so weak.

Now when they find out, they die.

I, on the other hand, have endured deception

all my life.

But it's not true, is it, Miss Bishop?

What does that matter now?

The bishop is dying.

Yes, it matters, Adelaida, now more than ever.

Miguel, I have always loved you.

Me too, Tontina.

Then why did you deceive me so shamelessly?

I was trying to be up to my

famous ancestor.

It is so difficult to be worthy of

the story, dear.

Adelaida.

My God, he's dead.

He's dead.

The Lord Count is not dead.

He will continue to ride eternally through the

broken throats of the Ripollés until Heaven forgives

him.

Long live the Lord Count Arnaud.

Long live.

Long live.

Long live the Lord Count.

The will of the Lord Count is very

long.

The Lord Count modified it repeatedly, so I

will limit myself to the part that affects

you.

In it, there are two different aspects.

In my view, the most transcendent is the

one that has historical projection.

It says so.

Beloved women, dear children, I am very sorry

that you gather for condolences of my death.

If it had been in my hand, I

would never have given you such disgust.

But you see, even the best of the

world dies.

Even the Arnauds die.

And as my acts have been inspired by

a sense of posterity, I have managed, with

the consent of your mothers, to give you

the being.

But you do not create a normal and

ordinary being, no.

A beautiful blood runs the blue of the

Arnauds.

And to that blue and beautiful blood you

must do honor.

Be hidalgos and despised, but prudent.

Much has been written about the hidalgos and

despised, but more has been spoken about the

imprudent.

Do not be excessively vain, that you will

also die.

Do not make unnecessary talk of your origin.

You have to be pious with the plebe.

Try to earn money, a lot of money,

that will ennoble you in the eyes of

the vulgar and the bankers.

Take care of your mothers, that they have

been good to you and to me.

Buy land, a lot of land.

You must complete the work that I have

begun.

Get the rights to govern the world again.

You have to face the barbarism.

Study and learn, that the times to come

will be of the head and not of

the heart.

Oppose with all your forces the oppression.

Do not allow yourself to be impunity for

the others.

Expand the field of action of the Arnau.

Arrive in America and conquer it.

In short, dear children, work according to your

conscience, obedience and necessity, which is ultimately what

we all do in life.

And to you, beloved mothers, who are already

impatient to know the inheritance, I beg you,

in your fruit, each one, five million pesetas,

which you must manage wisely for the benefit

of each of my children.

Long live dad!

Long live dad!

The will is very clear, but you must

not accept it.

What does he say?

No, you must not accept it.

The bishop has stopped owing more than 200

million And if they accept the will, they

will also accept their debts.

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