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Does he speak Spanish?

What does he want?

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

Scribble something to distract him.

What do you want me to do with him?

Do you understand anything this idiot is saying, boss?

I don't understand a word.

Here.

Get a coach that takes him to Cádiz.

Put him on the first boat to the Caribbean.

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

You may not speak Spanish, you bastard,

but you'll understand this.

You go near your father's wife again

and we'll slit your throat. Understood?

God forbid I should feel compassion for that wretch,

but is that really necessary?

I'm sorry you had to witness that,

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

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

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

My absence would raise too many questions.

I just hope it's not too strange

to be seen arriving with an unknown newcomer to Jerez.

Unknown, you? At this stage?

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

- Good evening. - Good evening.

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

who are willing to tolerate the oddities of foreigners.

Thank you.

Thank you.

They don't just tolerate them,

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

And your food.

What are we supposed to do now?

Don't worry.

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

I see you really know everything connected with these lands.

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

Soledad, my dear.

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

The pleasure is mine. Really.

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

Thank you very much.

You have endeavored to make me feel at home,

and you have certainly done so.

What are you doing?

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

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

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

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

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

and are eager to meet you.

- Excuse me. - Of course.

- Very good evening to you. - Evening.

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

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

Are you a doctor by any chance?

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

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

I have him here in one of the rooms.

Come in, please.

A ruthless brute broke his hand.

The silver mines, no less.

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

with a good nose for opportunities.

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

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

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

- Please. - Excuse me.

I thought you needed rescuing.

Thank you.

We don't have to dance.

Manuel, what's wrong?

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

Why?

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

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

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

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

What were you thinking?

He came into the house with a gun.

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

but that's not how things work here.

Do you know the vice-consul?

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

Then I can go talk to him.

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

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

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

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

Then you go.

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

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

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

but my testimony would be worthless.

Because of our friendship?

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

Without evidence, there's no crime.

The first thing we should do

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

Yes, but where? They'd search everywhere.

I can think of one place...

they'd never suspect.

The convent where my sister lives.

Inés hasn't wanted to see anyone for years.

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

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

- Hail Mary most pure. - Conceived without sin.

I need to speak to Sister Constanza urgently.

It's a serious family matter.

Mother Constanza doesn't wish to see anyone.

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

Sister! You have to come right away!

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

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

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

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

She's very still.

Look.

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

My stomach's all upset.

Oh, my God, it hurts so much.

I don't think I'll make it.

Don't talk nonsense.

What you have is indigestion

from all those trips to the pantry you make

when you think no one is watching.

- Me? - Yes, you.

No, ma'am, no.

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

Calm down, I'll get the doctor.

And you, bring a laxative.

Let's see.

No, you don't have a fever.

You'll be fine, you'll see.

I can't find it!

Coming!

I tricked them.

For your sake, madam, run.

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

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

But keep up with your act a little longer.

Speak.

We have to talk, sister.

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

That's right, Reverend Mother.

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

What is this regarding?

Your family.

I have no family but the Almighty and this community.

You and I both know that's not true.

Who sent you? My cousin Luis?

Your cousin Luis has passed away.

I'm here on behalf of your sister Soledad.

Her husband is in a very critical condition.

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

Except with my prayers, of course.

She needs a shelter for him.

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

Perhaps if you were to...

What is his discomfort?

A profound mental disorder.

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

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

It's only a few days.

There is no shortage of inns in town.

- Look, madam... - Mother!

Reverend Mother, if you don't mind.

Look, Reverend Mother...

I'm not much for liturgy.

But I remember the priest of my village

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

And among those works he discussed things like...

curing the sick, feeding the hungry,

sheltering the pilgrim...

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

I've condemned my own soul to hell.

But the same will happen to yours

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

Boss! You have to come now!

Now we've really had it!

Now what's happened?

The lady ran away!

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

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

What happened?

The woman has escaped, Mr. Larrea.

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

Is that true?

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

Trinidad, where is your mistress?

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

I swear to you!

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

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

Not Cuba. No, please, not Cuba.

I don't want to go so far.

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

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

Believe me, I swear!

Trinidad, please, calm down.

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

But you have to tell us.

It's just...

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

and take away their keys.

She promised my freedom.

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

I'll ask around.

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

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

- Come on. Ladies. - Farewell.

Go with God.

It's all right.

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

- Good day. - Mr. Larrea.

How can I help you?

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

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

If by any chance you hear from her,

keep her here and let me know.

Of course. Angulo!

Mr. Larrea here is looking for someone.

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

Of course, whatever you say, gentlemen.

I want you to go to every corner of the city

where there is any kind of authority,

where a lawsuit can be filed,

and find out if by any chance

a certain Carola Gorostiza de Zayas has passed through there.

Not only will I do that,

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

And if she does, they'll hold her.

And of course, total discretion.

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

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

Of course, boss. Nothing.

Where could that woman have gone alone?

No Trinidad, no baggage...

I think she's gone.

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

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

Get out of the way, lady!

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

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

She's thrown everything to the ground.

What are you doing?

Excuse me.

Anyway, that woman can't avoid us forever.

Nicolás?

Father.

Santos.

Did something happen? Are you okay?

The world is getting smaller, Father,

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

Dynamite, kinetoscope...

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

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

A letter from Andrade.

I see.

I understand.

And when you ran out of money,

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

Not only was I asked to do some financial wizardry,

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

That you were settling some business in the motherland.

And you decided to set up here then.

Tell me, how are you?

- Fine. - Are you okay?

- Fine. - Are you sure?

Yes, I'm fine.

Boss.

Mrs. Claydon is here.

Sorry to interrupt.

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

Nicolás, Mrs. Claydon.

Charmed.

Likewise.

Zarco's here with the buyers, remember?

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

Of course.

We'll talk later.

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

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

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

- It's a pleasure. - A pleasure.

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

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

you have in Macharnudo for vine growing.

I know the region well because of my profession.

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

Then it's time to be on our way.

Please.

The construction method doesn't seem that sound.

Pure architectural simplicity.

Always above ground level,

with a gable roof to protect it from the sun,

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

They are made of oak.

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

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

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

making it strong, fragrant and robust.

All that is fascinating...

But I think we should focus on what really matters.

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

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

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

Our broker communicated it to you.

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

You should know, Mr. Larrea,

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

with offers and prices much lower than yours.

We are aware of that.

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

Mistaken?

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

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

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

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

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

You mean marketing?

It will be a matter of acquiring the right contacts.

It's not that easy.

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

How?

I myself am the representative of one of the most

prestigious firms in London,

the Claydon and Claydon house.

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

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

Yes.

It's a ferocious business. Especially for newcomers.

We'll talk about it later, okay?

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

Think it over.

Excuse us, gentlemen.

I felt that Galiano and Perales were pleasantly surprised

with your whole presentation about the winery...

Ma'am.

What is it?

Your sister...

She's here.

It's good to see you, Inés.

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

I agree to take Edward into our abode.

- I will accompany you. - No.

We'll leave when the sun has set.

Safe from prying eyes.

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

I don't drink tea, thank you.

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

Seeing each other,

and forgetting our differences.

Like how you forgot about me when you married Edward?

Inés,

you know I couldn't refuse that marriage.

The day of my wedding was...

the most unhappy day of my life.

Are you saying you don't love your husband?

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

But...

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

I learned to love him.

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

My friend Ysasi. Any news?

Nothing. I just came from the inn.

Edward's son left before dawn.

Any idea where to?

The innkeeper couldn't tell me.

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

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

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

He's bound to strike again.

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

and it will take hours.

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

I won't let anything happen to her.

Being uprooted is very hard.

It took me years to get used

to living without my family, far from my homeland.

And life with Edward's son...

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

I would have gladly accepted all those sacrifices.

Do you know what was hardest for me?

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

You left me alone at the worst possible time.

When you left me and married my fiancé,

you crucified me.

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

I'm sorry.

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

But you didn't.

No one cared.

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

I found a certain peace within its walls.

If you haven't forgiven me...

why are you helping me?

I'm helping Edward.

Who are you? Why are you following me?

If I may give you some advice, madam,

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

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

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

That emigrant, Larrea, as I understand it.

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

He's even willing to pay for the information.

If I were to pay you double,

what would you do for me?

I'll make sure no one bothers you.

This way.

Wait here, if you please.

Everything is arranged.

I want you to go to 12 Francos Street.

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

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

Of course, I'll reward you.

I don't need anyone to protect me.

Of that I have no doubt.

However, we must not let our guard down.

I also wanted to thank you for what you did

this afternoon at the winery.

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

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

I admire your fortitude.

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

it's to be practical.

Regret is useless.

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

I'm sorry I have to sell your lands.

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

I'd give them to you.

I know I said that regrets are useless...

But there is one thing I do regret.

That I didn't meet you under different circumstances.

LA TEMPLANZA BASED ON THE NOVEL BY MARÍA DUEÑAS