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He's here!

Come here. I'll be with you in a second. Have a seat.

Sit.

Javier, it occurs to me that we've

never really spoken.

It's been

five years

I've owned this land

and I don't think we've said more than a few words to one another.

Drink?

I was raised in Italy, did you know that?

That I'm Italian?

I look like you and sound like you,

but my name is Saccione

and I have lived most of my life

in Italy.

My Italian father

traveled to Andalusia

and this is where he met my mother.

Did you know these things?

That my mother was from this region?

My father

was a royal

fuck of a man.

He met my mother young,

he won her over, moved her away

from everything she knew,

everyone she loved.

He was,

possessive,

controlling, aggressive.

And he was rich,

which makes a royal fuck of a man like that

particularly

dangerous.

Hey, are you sure I can't offer you a drink?

Wine, manzanilla?

I will go for manzanilla.

Okay, manzanilla sounds good.

Very well, of course.

So there's my mother

a young Spanish lady

full-blooded Andalusian

cut off from her family

living in the Italian countryside.

By the way,

doesn't speak a word of Italian.

Here you go.

Cheers.

Cheers.

My father

decides he wants

an "Italian" wife.

and an "Italian" family.

So he disallows Spanish in his home.

He cuts off contact with her family.

My mother has nothing.

No one to love.

And so she gets pregnant.

With me.

As I get older

whenever my father travels for work

she

arranges packages to be sent from home.

Spanish foods, wines.

Our favorite treat was

the Spanish olive oil.

Can you imagine?

There we are

in the Italian countryside

home to the most famous olive oil in the world,

pouring Spanish olive oil down our throats

like we now drink this manzanilla.

What a pair

Mama and I were.

What a pair.

She died, my mother,

when I was just sixteen.

As soon as she died,

that royal fuck of a man cut me off.

He saw my mother

in me.

And in my mother he saw only a dirty Spaniard

who had ruined his life.

Luckily for me,

my father wasn't just a bigot,

he was also a narcissist.

He never thought he would die,

even as he got older, even as he got sicker.

And so...

he never made a will.

The moment he left this earth,

I became a wildly wealthy man, Javier.

And the first thing I did was

buy this land back in Andalusia,

where I now grow hundreds of acres

of the olive oil that Mama and I once hoarded.

And while

business keeps me away

most of the time,

this land is the only thing that matters to me.

This land is my story,

and it is my mama's story.

That is why

the olives

mean so much to me.

And now

I must ask,

why do they mean so much to you?

I don't follow.

The other men use rakes and nets

but you pick by hand.

You can only pick half as many...

I work twice as long.

No, I am aware. This is not

criticism. It is simply a question.

Why do you work harder than the other men?

Because it's the right way...

I tell you my story,

the story of my fuck of a father

and my poor abused mother

and when I ask you for the same...

all I get is "because it's the right way?"

Come on Janvier, drink your manzanila and tell me your story

I am a simple man.

I do not have a story.

I did not have a fuck of a father.

My father was

funny and whistled while he worked,

and I like having a job where I can whistle while I work, too.

The rakes bruise the olives

so I pick them by hand.

It's the right way. That is all.

The men love you.

I hear you telling them stories,

making them laugh.

I have a big mouth.

But with me, you are reserved.

You are my boss.

I want to be your friend.

No.

I would disappoint you as your friend.

I disagree...

I gave you my answer.

It's curious.

The other men admire me,

and they barely know me.

But you, you hear my story and it does not affect you.

It does not make you

like me?

It's okay,

you can be

completely honest.

No, it does not.

May I ask why...

I would not have taken his money.

Okay.

Would you like to live here

and oversee the men? As foreman?

For free?

Yes, for free.

Of course, there would be a raise...

No.

The free rent would be more than enough.

I have one condition.

I will take care of your land.

I will help it thrive as if it's my own.

But my whistling

is for me,

and my big mouth is for the men.

You will not ask of that from me.

And I will never ask anything of you.

I brought this.

because, we have to celebrate that I've been promoted.

Stop fucking with me.

Seriously?

Seriously.

How do you say it so calmly?

Congratulations!

I can make a life for us now.

Bella...

I know I'll never be a rich man.

But...

I also know...

that I will be a good one.

And I also know that my heart...

has been yours since the day I saw you.

Don't laugh!

I would like to make it official.

- Yes. - Yes what?

Yes to everything.

But don't cry, okay?

All of this is yours?

Ours, Bella.

What do you think?

I feel like a...

landowner.

It's ours, Bella.

This is ours.

This is where we are.

Andalusia.

If you cross over here, like this...

Here we run into

this piece of land

kind of brownish-greenish called

New York?

New York, you remember?

I apologize.

I've overstayed my welcome.

No, not at all.

I have.

I have.

I have many great things in my life, Mrs. Gonzáles...

but

I fear my strange upbringing

has left me,

with scars that have kept me from finding,

the most important things.

It is not fair

that now I try to fill that void

here.

Don't be silly.

Rigo loves you.

That's very kind of you.

No, it's true.

He really is such a

special boy.

He is very smart, isn't he?

The things I could teach him. English and literature, and...

That would be great.

My love. Hello.

Javier.

Perfect, because I came to talk to you about the

extension to the mill.

And brought a gift for your son.

It wasn't necessary. It's too generous.

Just a small gift.

Besides, my son has enough toys.

And from now on, when you need me,

just send word,

and I'll save you the trip.

Thank you.

Let me fill you in on the mill.

Of course.

I want to go to New York with him!

I want to go up front.

No, not up front, Rigo. It's dangerous.

You want us to go up front?

I got him! And we're going up front!

- Hello. - Hello.

We're from Spain.

Hello.

I'm from the south.

Rodrigo, don't bother the bus driver. He's driving.

My love.

Go to sleep, OK?

One eye,

we close it.

This other eye...

No more bad dreams.

Only good ones.

You can hear he's awake, don't you?

Or am I the only one that can hear he's awake?

If you yell at him he won't go to sleep.

You put him to sleep.

You put him to sleep.

You're going to force me to eat?

I am not hungry.

I'm not hungry, Bella!

- That's enough! - No!

I can smell you from here.

Bella, I'm talking to you.

Damn it!

He is getting worse, Javier.

He is getting worse.

I know.

He will get better, I know it.

He just needs time.

We need to get him help.

We took him to all the doctors.

He needs a specialist!

In Madrid.

The doctors the rich people...

We are not rich people, Bella.

He is our son.

He is our little boy and he is in pain.

Okay.

Okay.

If you want, I will ask him.

No. No.

No, Bella.

I must. Okay?

Okay.

Excuse me, sir.

Do you have a moment?

Your Uncle called me,

he told me you've been sad.

The diagnosis is pretty clear,

after these two sessions.

Rodrigo experienced a trauma, as you know.

From the event he experienced.

The accident.

Rodrigo is responding very well to my suggestions,

and expressing himself through drawings and games,

which is very important.

It will take some time,

but the good news is it's treatable and curable.

It's very important you know that.

So, on a financial level, for us...

Do not worry about that.

Very good.

Well done.

Do you love her?

Yes.

And Rodrigo?

Yes.

I am sorry, Javier.

I suppose loneliness makes men...

weak.

I am not proud.

But I'm sure your father would be.

You've turned out to be your father's son after all.

Javier, I give you my word, I will stay away from them.

Your son is healing, he doesn't need my anymore.

They are your family, Javier.

- Not mine. - No.

What is this?

This is goodbye.

Bella.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

I see the way you look at him. The way he looks at you.

Dear God, you are drunk.

You are drunk and jealous.

I see what he has done for our son.

He helped him get better.

Things I could not do.

That is why we asked him for help.

And when he offered his help...

you disappeared, isn't that right?

Were you looking for an answer at the bottom of those bottles?

I've taken a job in Madrid, as a mechanic.

They pay well.

What? What are you saying?

I will send you all the money.

Though I'm betting soon you will not need it.

I'm sorry.

You deserve more.

Do not tell me what I deserve, Javi!

Don't you dare tell me what I deserve.

I know what I deserve!

Do you think you're doing me a favor?

That you saved me from something?

That my life was shit and you saved me?

Is that what you think?

I chose you.

I chose you.

Javier.

I chose you because I knew I deserved someone special.

Someone good.

Someone who could smile with his eyes.

Then look me in those eyes.

Look me in the eyes and tell me...

you would have a better life with me than with him.

I would have a better life with you than with him.

Rigo is all I have.

I don't want him to suffer anymore.

I don't want him to suffer a minute longer.

I don't care what he becomes.

Just that he finds his way, that he be happy.

You will help him find that with me.

Say it.

I will help Rodrigo find his way.

I won't love you the way I love him.

I know.

Mom?

I've been admitted to the University! I'm in, look!

I got in!

What is wrong?

She's sick, Rodrigo.

I'll postpone.

With all that's happening...

It is not your decision.

She has given me everything. She has given me her life.

I can give her this.

I've already said I'm doing it.

We will fix this.

We will fix her the way you fixed me.

Look at me.

We will fix her.

Okay.

This'll hurt.

Your mother is asking for you.

OK.

- Hi. - Hi.

It has been a long time, I do not get better.

He spends enough

so I do not get worse.

But, Rigo.

You just wait.

My love.

It is enough.

- Mom... - It is enough.

It is enough, Rigo.

She's from a place called Long Island.

Look...

Very pretty.

Her name is Shari Dickstein.

Shari with an "S".

What is she like?

She is...

She's loud.

I need to call Rodrigo.

Isabel.

I've already said goodbye to him.

It's not necessary to say goodbye twice.

Vincent.

You are a good man.

You are.

Javier, I give you my word.

I will stay away from them.

Your son is healing, he doesn't need me anymore.

They are your family, Javier.

- Not mine. - No.

I won't return.

I'll ask only one favor.

Dear Javier.

Remember when I told you about Rodrigo...

She's dying, Javier.

Come home.

How's it going, Uncle?

How are you?

Good. It has been a busy afternoon.

Yes.

With the loud girl.