Original subtitles

When were you going to tell me that child of yours may not be mine?

Were you going to lie to me my whole life? Was that your plan?

-Manuel knows. -María, I didn't tell him anything.

María called me. Manuel knows everything.

You think it was me? He must've heard us talking.

Manuel used to be ahead of you, but you can catch up to him.

Look who just arrived. Your boss.

He's not bad-looking at all.

I want what belongs to me.

You've had that land all your life. It's my turn now.

I wanted to ask a favor of you all. That you give me a hand.

Tomorrow all this might be mine.

Doña Claudia Barea...

You heard the judge. We have no documents to prove it. I'm leaving.

Are you sure?

Come with me.

I was afraid of ruining it and almost ended us.

I was about to give up what I love the most.

That would have been stupid, María.

Let's go to the factory. There'll be no one there.

We had separated them, for the love of God.

Trust me. We'll both come out of this on top.

Really on top.

Good morning.

-What's this? -Come here.

You deserve it. It's time you let yourself be looked after.

How thoughtful.

I think the toast is a bit overdone.

It's a bit bitter, but just a bit.

Yes, I did leave it on the hob too long. I'll make you another.

No.

Stay here with me.

I'll do better tomorrow.

Of course you will.

-What time do you leave? -I don't want to leave too late.

I want to be in Soria for lunch and come back in the evening.

Will you close the deal with the manufacturer?

If the deal is good, yes. But actually,

you could come with me. You're good at negotiating.

Not really.

The truth is, those women helped a lot.

-They were really good to me. -Give yourself some credit.

My uncle would have taken his hat off to you.

I'd like to see that.

Yeah.

Hey, I had an idea yesterday.

What if, when the baby is born, the four of us go on vacation to the sea?

I think that's a wonderful idea.

And we could pass by Almería, and introduce the baby to my family.

Of course, they can meet the first Cervantes Rodríguez.

-Exactly. -Right?

Yes.

I think I'll take that device out of this house.

Manuel.

Come in, sit down.

What's the hurry?

I hope it's important.

Does buying your whole wheat harvest at the price of gold

for the next few years sound important enough?

I made a deal with a French company.

I'm going to sell them tons of flour from your wheat for many years.

It's good for me, but also for you.

I'm sorry, it won't be possible this year.

My whole harvest is promised to a factory in Soria.

Why's that?

I'll be honest with you. I didn't want to depend on you.

And I looked for another option.

I understand.

And I don't blame you.

But, Manuel,

things between us have changed.

We sorted out all the misunderstandings.

Yes, of course.

So?

Listen to me.

This French company is engaged in the food industry on a large scale.

They'll pay us a price you'd never imagine.

Take my advice. The next few years will be very, very good for all of us.

I don't know. You could be right, but...

But?

Have you signed with the Soria guy yet?

Not yet, but I have a meeting to finalize details.

So it's fine. You won't be breaking any deal.

I implied the deal was closed.

Right...

Manuel, what if I could pay you double

what he's going to pay you?

BETWEEN LANDS

-María. -How did he take it?

Not great. The man was counting on our wheat.

But he was grateful that I went to Soria to tell him in person.

I feel really bad. I hope he doesn't hold a grudge.

Why did you accept José's offer if you don't want to work with him?

For the money, María. I want to share it with Claudia. To make it up to her.

Let's go in, I'm exhausted.

Manuel!

You must be pleased.

-You're free of Claudia. -What are you talking about?

Claudia's left.

-What? -Don't get involved!

This is what you wanted, isn't it? The whole farm for you.

Calm down. I'm sorry Claudia left, but it's not our fault.

Of course not. You only robbed her of the inheritance she's owed.

-You're talking rubbish. -You're wrong.

I plan to share the proceeds of the harvest with her.

Giving her breadcrumbs?

-You're being unfair. -You know what's unfair?

That you're a landlady, while Claudia, a real Cervantes, has nothing!

Enough. Don't talk to María like that.

-Going to hit me like your uncle would? -What's going on?

Gabi, why don't you come inside and we'll talk calmly?

-Let's go inside. -What happened?

Where were you? I've been looking for you all day.

What's wrong?

What do I do wrong?

Custodio.

-What did I do wrong? -What do you mean?

I saw you in the factory.

What?

Why are you doing this to me?

Don't you like me anymore?

Don't you like me anymore?

Hi, Gabi.

Where have you been? It's been days.

Don't come near me again, understood?

What's going on?

What is it?

I told you we were seen. Inés saw us.

-What? -We're lucky.

If it had been anyone else, everyone would know.

Would they have...

-arrested us? -Worse than that.

My father and brothers would've beaten us up.

-Will Inés say anything? -No.

No, she won't say anything, poor girl.

If we give her no reason to.

This is over.

-There must be a way... -No.

I told you, I'm not like you.

Everything okay?

Yes.

We were talking about shifts.

Well, if you've already talked,

back to work.

-Hello. -Good morning.

Doña Ascensión.

Manuel! How are you, son?

You must be María, right?

-Yes. -Ascensión is Don Antón's mother,

the former factory owner.

Why have we not met before?

I've long been in Valencia, looking after my sister.

But she's alright now.

So we'll be seeing each other a lot more.

-How is your husband? -Very well. At the casino.

And since we women can't go in, I'm waiting for him like a 15-year-old.

We must do the same. If they have a club, so can we.

Of course. Count me in.

-We'll slam the door in their faces. -Exactly.

-Don Cervantes! -Don Antón!

Well, well. What a crop of wheat you have harvested this year.

-I heard your storehouses are full. -We can't complain.

I'm very glad.

Well, let's go, they're waiting.

We have a luncheon at the charity I work with.

A charity that doesn't stop taking money from me.

-It was a pleasure to meet you, María. -And you.

Come and see me one day, and we can conspire against them.

Let's go.

Good day.

-See you later. -See you later.

Close your eyes. I'm going to give you a gift.

Don't open them.

On three.

One, two, three.

-Do you like it? -Yes.

Soon, your dad will buy you a real one with all the money he makes.

-One like Dad's? -No.

-Much better. -Don't listen to him, he's exaggerating.

-Do you like it? -Yes.

It's for you. Off you go. Go play in the corridor.

So, José.

When are you going to take the wheat?

The storehouses are full to bursting, and I need the space.

We have to wait. I have to get rid of all the flour I still have.

I see. And how do you plan to solve the transportation issue?

What do you mean?

Well, to take such a large amount to France,

I've been doing the math, and it'll be very costly.

I'm not going to hire truck drivers.

I'll negotiate with the transport company. It's a lot more profitable.

Anyway, Manuel, you just make sure the wheat is in good condition.

I'll take care of the rest, okay?

Okay.

Hey.

Cheer up a bit.

A wine, Sancho.

What's he doing here?

Don't worry about him.

Take the money.

-You're leaving already? -Yes, I left something at the factory.

-Why did he come? -I don't know.

Stop thinking about it.

Swear it won't happen again.

I swear.

Hey.

It's over.

Justa.

Do you need something?

Yes, to talk to José. I've been calling him, he won't pick up.

He's away. I can give him a message when he gets back...

Tell him to contact me immediately. I've still got the wheat stored.

And he hasn't paid me yet.

-Don't worry, I'll give him the message. -Tell him, please, it's important.

I have outstanding payments and I need to collect, okay?

He's very nervous.

He'll be even more so soon.

What will you do?

Justa,

I promised you I'd take care of separating them.

Trust me.

-Is Manuel there? -Yes.

The French have let me down.

I can't take your harvest.

-What are you saying? -What you hear.

They won't buy my flour. And I can't pay you anything.

No, José. We trusted you.

I know.

They must have found a cheaper provider. They gave me no explanation.

The company letting you down is one thing, you letting us down is another.

Manuel, what do you want me to do? I can't afford to buy that grain.

-Keep the deal and pay us! -I had a deal with them too!

-Without them, I can't pay you! -Do you know what running this farm costs?

Day laborers, machinery, maintenance...

Of course I know, Manuel!

If you know, do your part and pay us.

You know why I was away so long?

I was trying to get your money. But it's all invested, I have no cash!

I don't care! Do whatever you have to, just pay us!

It's okay.

I'll buy the crop.

I'll cut the staff at the factory, then I can pay you.

José,

you can't just throw them out.

It's the only way.

-Yes... -We have to tighten our belts.

-But it's not their fault. -What shall I do then?

What do you want me to do? Manuel wants me to pay him.

It's okay, don't fire anyone.

I don't want them to pay for the shit you've got us into.

Manuel,

it was those French people. They've fucked us all over!

Yes, don't worry, I completely understand.

Yes, thank you.

-What? -Nothing.

I've called all the factories I know.

At this point, as usual, they have enough wheat.

And the Soria one?

He won't pick up. I'll go and see him tomorrow.

María, I think José played us.

I thought so too.

If so, I'm going to get him.

Guillermo.

You recorded all last week's expenses as income.

It's all messed up.

I'm sorry.

-I'm really sorry. -Focus, Guillermo.

I know your sister and Manuel are having a bad time,

but that shouldn't affect your work.

-Off you go, back to work. -You're right. It won't happen again.

Guillermo!

Guillermo!

Wait.

No one there. You go first.

You go first, you'll be faster.

Go, quickly.

Quickly.

-When's Daddy back? -He's here, didn't you hear him?

-Hello. -Hello. How did it go?

He has grain to spare, but is willing to buy the whole crop from us.

At cost price, of course.

-Better than nothing. -Don't talk nonsense.

We'll have to pay the transport and we'll have losses.

It'd almost be better to burn all the wheat.

Sorry, María.

So that's what you wanted.

Gain Manuel's trust, then ruin his crop.

Now,

he has to mortgage the farm, or sell it at a loss.

What do we gain?

Justa,

the lack of money strains everything.

Manuel will soon fall apart, and so will his marriage.

He'll be ruined.

You should be happy.

It was your idea.

You said, "In the next few months, they have a lot of outgoings."

Remember?

-Pepita. -Hello, Manuel.

Is María not here?

No, I haven't seen her. You look good.

You don't have to pretend. The whole town knows we're in trouble.

You can count on Sancho and me.

I appreciate that.

Want a firewater?

-No, better make it a wine. -A wine.

Your family's land won't last long, will it?

You may lose it before the end of the year.

Gabi, please.

Your uncle must be turning in his grave at how useless you are.

Hey!

-I'll kill you! -Manuel!

-Calm down! -Son of a bitch, I'll kill you!

Let go of me!

Fucking rich boy.

-Are you okay? -Yes, thanks.

Don't mind Gabi, he doesn't know what he's saying.

He's upset about Claudia.

Gabi's right, María, I'm useless.

He knows what I did. He's known me a long time.

-That's not true. -Yes it is.

Maria, I am about to lose the entire family inheritance.

In the end I went to the savings bank.

What did they say?

If we want credit, we have to...

We have to mortgage the farm. We could lose everything.

We have to be strong and keep going.

Where are you going?

To try and find out what happened with Claudia.

-Don Guillermo. -What's going on?

Custodio, he's getting married to Inés.

Come on, boys, don't tell me no one's thirsty!

-Let's go. -Come on!

Pour it, go on. Pass it here.

-Here's to the groom! -Cheers!

Custodio.

What do you want?

-Why are you doing this? -Can't I have a normal life?

Why do you say that? What happened?

If I don't get married, Inés will tell.

That's blackmail.

What do I do?

Let everyone find out, and my family kill you?

You won't be happy with her.

You think I don't know that?

No.

Expecting someone else?

Sure?

No, silly.

Come in.

What did you want?

What do you think about what's going on? About the French company.

I think José is doing all he can to help you.

Sure.

How are you?

Sit down, we haven't spoken in ages.

Well...

You know you can tell me anything.

I know.

I'm fine, honestly.

See you tomorrow.

You wanted to see me?

He's not here.

Excuse me?

Nothing, I just...

I saw you looking at Guillermo's desk,

and he's not here.

A bus ticket?

The solution to all your problems.

You know, all those run-ins with Guillermo.

I don't know what you mean.

Let's see...

Guillermo is the best right-hand man I have ever had in my life.

He's faithful, loyal, very hardworking...

But he has a small flaw, he is easily thrown off by certain things.

So, I think

that the best thing for everyone is to get rid

of those certain things.

Understand?

Yes.

Either you leave,

or I'll cut off your balls.

You decide.

The Cervantes have always been shameless.

I thought Manuel was different,

but he's the same as his uncle, shameless!

Gabi, that's enough.

-You'd better go, Manuel. -I just want to talk to him.

-He's been down since Claudia left. -I know.

I'm in the loop. Trust me.

-It's not a good idea. -It's okay.

Hey, you! Come here, son of a bitch! This time you won't escape!

This time you won't escape!

-Come here! -Calm down, Gabi!

Let go of me!

-Go, please. -Yes, another day would be better.

Coward!

That's enough.

That's enough.

Come on. That's enough.

I need to talk you both.

Manuel's not home.

María.

It's important. Let me in.

Justa.

I'm sorry about what's happening.

I shouldn't be here, but...

But what?

Do you know something I should know?

I'm very worried about you both.

I'm not surprised.

-You put us in a difficult position. -I know.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I shouldn't have put you in the deal with the French.

Come on, Justa, what?

Nothing.

It's your family's land and I don't like to see you having a hard time.

Why are you here?

I've been

thinking about how to get your money, and...

I'll sell the factory.

It's the only way I have to pay you.

-Thanks for your support. -I care about you.

-Manuel! -I have to go.

Whatever happens, I'll always care about you.

I appreciate the gesture, but I don't think it's a good idea.

Why? It's the perfect solution for you both.

If you sell that factory, many people in the town will lose their jobs.

I have to go.

Manuel and I will manage. Don't worry.

Don't take this the wrong way, but Manuel is incapable of running the farm.

Why's that?

It's true.

He inherited it, but he can't do anything. What's he done to deserve it?

-He's done nothing! -Don't go there.

-He's my husband. -I know he is.

I also know that you and I are very different.

We were

very different.

We didn't need anyone to get everything, unlike those Cervantes.

That's enough! There's nothing else to talk about.

Good morning.

-Wow. -Toast done just enough,

coffee that's hot but not burnt...

How was yesterday?

I don't know, María.

-Every day it seems more complicated. -Yes.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

José came round yesterday.

José?

What did he want?

He said he was willing to sell the factory to help us.

No way. I don't believe him.

Me neither.

But it doesn't matter. You and I will fix this.

Oh, yeah?

How?

They're the deeds to the land my uncle gave us.

This land doesn't belong to your grandparents' farm.

Yeah...

I know where you're going. Carry on.

We could pay our debts and save the farm,

but we'd have to sell the land.

María, there's no time.

It would be a lot of money and we need a solvent buyer.

I think I have the solution.

Manuel.

Don Antón!

-Don Antón. -Manuel.

Excuse me.

I think I remember your wife said she works with a charity.

Yes, of course.

-Could we talk to her? -Of course, come with me.

That's why we were thinking of giving our wheat to your charity.

-Really? -Of course.

We don't want to sell it cheap, and we don't want to waste it.

You'd have to take care of the transport and turning it into flour.

There are many tons.

-We could help a lot of people with that. -Exactly.

But we have to ask a favor of you.

We need you to buy some land from us.

That will be more tricky, darling. It's a very small charity.

We hardly have any funds.

Doña Ascensión, it's very fertile land.

And we'd give you a good price.

Antón, what do you think about buying Manuel and María's land?

I'm retired from business.

Come on, Don Antón, I'm sure you'll profit from it.

My uncle bought it before he died.

On the other side of the river.

Yes.

It is good land.

But it must be very expensive.

Give us a reasonable price and we'll discuss it.

If you work it well, in a few years you'll make the money back. Go on.

Go on, Antón. You have a lot of spare time.

This way you get out of the casino and help me.

Deal.

Dear Guillermo, you're right, I can't live a lie.

I'm getting a bus to Barcelona this afternoon.

Thank you for making me happy.

Custodio.

PAINT STRIPPER

Rafael, check if those three trucks have arrived.

Right away, Don José.

Manuel and María donated all their wheat crop.

And they've managed to save the farm.

What?

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No one knows how they did it, but the people are delighted.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Thanks very much. -Thank you so much.

Thank you.

So, congratulations.

-You've managed to unite them even more. -Shut up!

So, this person you like has gone to Barcelona.

Yes, but it's not just that.

Look...

It's...

It's hard to explain.

I'll tell you, I'm not scared of anything. I work in movies.

That person,

who I love,

isn't a woman.

It isn't a woman.

Do you understand what I mean?

María and I suspected so.

What?

María as well?

Since we were little.

Is that boy Custodio?

Yes.

Does Mom know as well?

We haven't dared to ask her.

It'll be up to you to talk to her.

-No. -No?

Better not.

José.

Manuel's upstairs, he's been waiting a while.

-Is anyone still in the factory? -No.

-Gabi's already gone. -Okay.

-You can go, I'll lock up. -What are you going to do?

I'm going to talk to Manuel and close the factory.

See you tomorrow.

Congratulations, Manuel, on sorting it.

I wanted to help you by selling the factory, but María said no.

Yes, I heard.

Tell me,

how did you get the money without mortgaging the farm?

Why do you want to know?

It surprised me.

Pure curiosity.

I'm not so sure about that.

What?

Don't you get tired of lying?

All that about the French company was a lie.

-What? -Stop acting the fool.

-Show me those contracts. -You're wrong.

-I'm not wrong. -You are.

Those contracts never existed.

You made it all up to try and sink us.

-I don't know what... -And then end up with María. Is that it?

-Manuel, you're wrong. -I'm wrong?

It's not worth it.

It doesn't matter what you do.

María will never trust you again.

You've lost her forever.

PAINT STRIPPER

María!

It's okay, sir. Breathe.

Don't speak.

Okay.

It's okay, relax. Don't panic.

María.

Yes, they're here. Breathe.

Okay.

María...

-María. -Manuel.

I'm sorry.

-Don't speak. -I'm sorry.

Nicolás.

You'll be okay.

Our baby...

Manuel...

I love you all.

Manuel!

Manuel!

Manuel!

Manuel.

My darling, nothing's keeping you here, only bad memories.

-Come back home. -I'm already home!

It's not easy to talk about this with your mother.

José told me everything.

The important thing is that little one could still have a father.

You had no right to say anything. This child is Manuel's.

All this has been very beneficial for you, you're left with a clear path.

The death of your husband wasn't an accident.

Someone caused a mechanical failure.

One of our experts analyzed the damaged tank.

It's lucky your brother noticed it.

We are on our way to arrest the suspect.

Do you know who it is?

It's someone

who felt a deep hatred for your husband,

who had a motive and an opportunity.

And above all, someone who had the means.

Subtitle translation by: Bridget Ochocka