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You cannot marry Saúl, Dolça.

PREVIOUSLY...

I need to talk to my sister.
Our mother is dead.

Conversion or death?

Do not touch my daughter!

- No!
- Yeah!

There you have him, Dolça.

Do Jews have a heaven

to meet once again your loved ones
after you're dead?

You have to forget Dolça.

Regina?

To make the best wine,
you must have the best vineyards,

and Santa María's are.

It would be your new home.

She is hardworking
and discreet. Her name is Barcha.

Bernat Estanyol?
They told me he was dead.

Well, he is very much alive.

He wants to be informed
of the routes of the merchandise

of the ships of Roger Puig.

You get rid of that.

You must do it, Hugo.
This girl, it's like she was yours.

Mine?

Do you believe
in the Holy Spirit,

the Holy Catholic Church,

the communion of saints,

the resurrection of the body,
and life everlasting?

I do.

Mercè,

I baptize you in the name of the Father,

the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Father, have you heard
anything about my sister?

Arsenda has been transferred
to another convent.

Which one?

I would like to visit her.
She needs to know that she has a niece.

Hugo, you already have your vineyards
and a daughter to raise.

Arsenda is now married to Christ.

You must respect her decision.

Master, a one-eyed man
is outside asking for you.

A one-eyed man?

- What does he want?
- To see you.

Or see half of you.

He says his name is Mateo.

Judging by your face,
I think you know exactly who he is.

You were looking for me?

Hugo Llor?

Himself.

Nice vineyards.

Barcha, wine and food.

What brings you here, my friend?

My lord, Roger Puig,
nephew of the Count of Navarcles,

has been appointed Royal Knight
by the new King Martin

and has taken up residence
in his palace on Marquet Street.

King John died?

I did not know.

Yes.

He died,
and his brother has succeeded him.

A few days ago, a merchant sold
our servants wine from your vineyard.

From Vila...

- Vilatorta, yes.
- Yes.

My lord found it magnificent

and wants all the wine you have.

I am glad to hear it, but it is all sold.

Your master will have to wait
for the new one to age.

How long will it take?

Two or three years.

The quality depends
on it being left to age.

All right. All right.

My lord wants you to work for him
as cellarman at the palace.

The merchant says
you are gifted when it comes to wine.

You will need to report
to the palace tomorrow.

Unfortunately, I have a lot of work
with the vines.

You did not hear me.

Tomorrow at the palace.

I cannot accept.

The wishes of my lord
are not only honored,

but appreciated.

Especially if they are addressed
to a beggar like you.

Tomorrow.

WOUND

For such a good job,
you do not seem very excited, Master.

I despise that son of a whore.

If I could, I would refuse, but I cannot.

I'm not sure what that one-eyed man
and his lord have done to you.

But one must keep his friends close
and his enemies closer.

Is this the palace of Roger Puig?

- What do you want?
- I'm the new cellarman.

Move back.

Come with me.

Wait.

I am Esteve, the steward. And you are?

Hugo Llor, cellarman of your lord.

Now, he is also your lord.

Did you not have
any other clothes to report to the palace?

Your focus is to find the best wine
for the lord.

Fill his cellar
and keep it in good condition.

It has been neglected for several years.
The slaves will help you to clean it up.

It's far too wet.

The jars are full of mold.
You cannot even breathe.

Repair it. That is why you were hired.

Do not dispose of that.

Have the cooper replace
the staves and the rings.

Lately, there is much activity
in the palace.

There are jewels.

All of them?

The mistress would hardly have time
to wear them in a lifetime.

They are for sale.

Jewels, cutlery...

All made of silverwork
by goldsmiths on Mar Street.

And where are they taking them?

They will soon be
on board the ship of the lord.

Hey, you two!

Enough chatter!

And you, cellarman,

watch where you put your eyes
if you want to keep them.

Come with me.

Alazar.

Who is she?

Caterina,

the favorite of the lord.

Barcha! Barcha!

Coming!

She is hot. Why did you not call a doctor?

Allah knows I left her asleep.

Do not lie to me.
I could hear her crying from the road.

I take care of the house,
and Mercè, and the vineyards.

It's too much, Master.

If anything happens to her, you shall pay.

Hugo, why are you here at such an hour?

My daughter has a fever.
Would you help me?

She cries and cries.

I was leaving to see a patient.

Go then. I shall attend.

- Have you tried to cool her?
- I know not what to do.

Don't worry. She will be fine.

These oils will calm the fever down
for her.

She needs rest.

The child is healthy and beautiful.
You have done a remarkable job.

Mercè... Well, she needs a mother.

I do what I can, and Barcha adores her,
but she is a bit coarse.

Sometimes I think you were wrong.

And this girl, she deserves far better
than an illiterate father.

Do not say that.

You are a good father.

Any woman would be happy
to share her life with you.

You still think about her?

You still think of Dolça?

You never,

in all this time,
thought about possessing me?

You have what you wanted,

a position,

a husband who can teach you medicine,

and your people to practice it.

What else do you want?

Dolça was a great woman.

Never forget that.

But she is dead.

And I am so alone.

As are you.

I must leave
before they close the Jewish quarter.

- And your husband...
- It will be dawn before he gets back here.

Stay with me.

Mmm. It is pleasantly agreeable.

And meaty. Fills the whole palate.

Like a little more?

Excuse me.

I will give you a good price
if you ship it.

The boat of Puig is going
where there is plenty of wine.

And where is that?

Where you can drink the best wines
in the Mediterranean.

Let me guess.

I would wager that must be Rome.

If that is the route,
you will make port in Majorca.

And everyone knows that the wine there
tastes like donkey piss.

Why are you so interested in these routes?

Mateo.

Would you like a sip of wine?

I have been watching you.

You ask a lot of questions.

My contract does not prevent me
from trading the wines of my land.

Enough!

Return to the palace.
Our lord demands your presence.

Stand up.

Keep still and stand up.

I have been waiting for a long time.

You will keep waiting as long as it takes.

You like the slave of the lord,
eh, you dog?

I warned you
to take your filthy eyes off her.

Leave me alone.

Be very careful.

You do not know me.

I know you more than you think.

I think not.

Caterina.

What is all this noise?

It is nothing, my lord.

Did you ask for me?

Ah, yes. The cellarman, is that right?

Come in.

I have called for you,

as soon, I shall receive a visit
from Rocafort and his associate,

both very important nobles.

Their very presumptuous boast is

that they serve the best wine
at their banquets,

and that must come to an end.

I want you to get me
the best wine for the occasion,

a unique wine to help me shut them up
once and for all.

I hope, for your sake, you do not fail,

or you will pay dearly.

Do you understand me, boy?

Too good.
Bring me the cheapest claret you have.

- It will taste of nothing.
- That is my problem.

Here.

That is it. I will take
double the amount as last time.

Damned if I can understand it.

You make the best wine in Barcelona,

but you want one that tastes
like the stuff drunk by the slaves.

And it's all to fool the rich.

Oh, and I cannot get in on it?

Yes, if you keep my secret.

And if they find out,
I will say it was all your idea.

Father, I have finished.

Help your mother in the kitchen.

Is that Eulàlia?

The joy of my old age.

I remembered her as a child.

Now she's a little woman.

She works from sunrise to sunset,
devoted and obedient.

Why not eat lunch with us?

She cooked.

Sand.

Will they not notice, Master?

The aqua vitae and the fruit
will give it flavor.

The sand will drag the impurities
from the wine of Jofré.

Oh! Be careful.

Are you pleased to see me?

And your husband?

Will he not wonder
where you are at this hour?

I said I was going
to the Jonqueres convent,

but I'm not expected until tomorrow.

Go away.

Your master has finished work for today.

Regina, you must not talk like that to...

What is the Puig palace like?

Very big.

It is full of soldiers,
slaves, and servants.

Is it true that the cups
and plates are made of gold,

and that the halls are decorated
with carpets from Persia?

The scoundrel is comfortable

under the protection
of his uncle and King Martin.

I would love to be part of his court.

- You? How?
- Mmm.

Well, maybe to serve his wife
and the ladies.

You could recommend me.

Do you think it pleases me to serve
the man who murdered Arnau Estanyol

and sentenced Bernat to galleys?

You work for him.

I have no choice.

But someday justice will be done.

How, though?

Hmm.

Serving him cheap wine,

and the idiot thinks
it tastes like ambrosia.

- That is your vengeance?
- Think it's wrong?

She left at sunrise.

I do not like that woman, Master.

The more I know her, the less I like her.

- Barcha, take your nose out.
- No. My nose is nowhere.

It is not my problem.

But Allah knows
you are heading for trouble.

She comes more and more often.

She is married. She is a Jewess.

She does not suit you, Master.

Did I ask your opinion?

No, you did not ask,
but I will give it to you anyway.

So, do you know what you need to do?
Marry a nice girl.

Young and beautiful.

And you know who would be great for you?

No, but I think you will tell me.

The daughter of Jofré, the innkeeper.

Eulàlia?

You notice her, you naughty young man.

- She is just a child, Barcha.
- Of course she is a child.

You do not have to be smart

to know she has not been visited
by the crimson wave.

But that child will grow up.

She will blossom like spring,

and she will become a beautiful woman.

And what is more,

she has no siblings
to inherit the tavern of her father.

That is just my opinion.

But...

...I shall say nothing.

Ah, for me, this wine is excellent.

What did you expect?
For it to be as bad as yours?

It is not for nothing

that I have in my service
the finest cellarman in Barcelona.

To our King Martin.

To the king!

I do not feel very well.
I shall retire to my quarters. Good night.

My lord, my colleague and I
have taken the liberty

of bringing you a gift from distant lands.

We hope it shall be to your liking.

The lord orders you to leave this bedroom.

He has fresh meat tonight.

I am the favorite of the lord.

I have the privilege
of not sleeping with the other slaves.

Not anymore.

Or would you rather keep yourself warm
with me?

Caterina!

When the lord grows tired of you,

I shall be waiting.

Hmm.

Where did you get
the wine served this evening?

Did the lord not like it?

On the contrary.
He's very satisfied with your services.

Keep it up.

I told you
it would be a great idea.

Tomorrow, Roger Puig
will start loading the Santa Elena,

and in three days, she will sail for Genoa
with a Sardinian crew

to mislead the corsairs.

And the deal?

Roger will have most of it,

but the rest...  ...is a fortune.

Come in.

No, wait, Regina.

I need you to write a letter for me.

- Later.
- No. I need it now.

I said I would take revenge on Roger Puig,
and the moment is here.

Who is the letter to?

To Bernat Estanyol.

What has come over you?

Bernat asked me to gather information
so he could raid the ships owned by Roger.

I have the date and destination
of his main ship loaded to the gunwales.

You have to help me.

For sure, I will write for you.

But later.

Thank you for that.
Well, I will see you later. Bye.

I want to send a letter.

- One croat.
- When will it arrive?

In one week
if you spelled the address correctly.

You must deliver it to a certain Fabia

in the Serpent's Tavern
in the port of Valencia.

Valencia? I go to Marseilles.

The messenger for Valencia is there.

Hey, wait!

- Wait!
- Halt.

A letter for Valencia.

It must be very important
if you risked drowning.

Off we go.

Bad news, sir. The Santa Elena is lost.

It's lost? But how?

Boarded by corsairs, sir.

Bernat Estanyol.

Bloody hell!

What happened?

The Mistral attacked our ship
outside Marseilles.

The Sardinian sailors have been killed,
the cargo plundered, and the ship sunk.

Goddamn son of a bitch! God damn it!

I want Bernat Estanyol dead!

Son of 100 whores!

My lord.

Out of my way.

Why are you taking away my privileges?

Have I not served you well?

You dare to complain to me,
you little whore?

You no longer bring me pleasure.

You're not even cheerful.
You are of no use to me.

You want her? All yours.

No! No!

No! Oh, no!

Walk, you bitch.

Do not even think about it.

Thank you for coming.

Do not be afraid.

You're in good hands.

Bring me warm water and leave us.

YEARS LATER...

Mercè, tell your father what you asked me.

May I tread the grapes?

Of course you can, child.

Come on.

You are yet to tell me
how you managed

to turn those disgusting brews
into exquisite wines.

And I will not tell you, Jofré.
It is a secret I shall take to my grave.

Tread them harder, Mercè.
Do not hold back.

Like that. Like that.

- It feels strange.
- It's so nice to see the girls so happy.

Eulàlia is not a child anymore.

Every day I am more convinced

that she would be a good mother
for my daughter

and a good wife for me.

Are you asking me for her hand?

Is that wrong?

My son, I was afraid
you would never ask. Come here.

Valença, Eulàlia will be married.
She will be wed.

Congratulations on your wedding, Master.

We still have to formalize the commitment,
establish the dowry, and...

And settle your affairs.

That is the most important.

Barcha, do not start.

You have to break up with Regina, Master.

The sooner, the better.

Can you stop trying to control my life?

It is for your own good.

The good of us all.

Very good. Here's the payment
and an advance for the next batch.

Worry not.
Your barrels, they are reserved.

Boys, get the load ready.

Come on.

Alazar.

Where are you taking those goods?

The lord is chartering a galley.

- Where to?
- I cannot tell you.

Since losing the Santa Elena
and the others,

he believes there are spies in the palace.

Those corsairs do not need spies
to attack a ship. They strike unawares.

Or do you think I am a spy?

Why are you asking me then?

I have buyers waiting at various ports.

If the route matches up, I can talk
to the lord and send a few barrels.

I would pay well.

I told you nothing.

The mistress has visitors,
and she wants to offer them sweet wine.

Is it true the lord is chartering
a ship to Naples next week?

How did you find that out?

A rumor going around the docks.

Might he have room for me
to send a batch of barrels?

Are you really serious?

He would receive part of the earnings.

Forget it.

If he finds out
you even thought about this proposal,

he'll strip the skin from your back.

I should not do this.
It is too risky for us both.

This is the last time, I promise.

This ship is the richest
of all belonging to the Puig.

If Bernat manages to raid it
before it reaches Naples,

Puig will be ruined forever.

Thank you for your help.

And you?

Will you introduce me to your lady?

Thank you.

These salt baths should be taken
at least twice a day

until the itching disappears completely.

And every night before going to sleep,
apply this ointment.

And if my husband wants me to, uh...?

Your marital duty?

Gifts are always sweetness.

I see that you have hired a new servant.

Regina has provided me with a treatment
that has helped me feel a great relief.

I am glad to be of service.

- Sir.
- You are very beautiful.

For a Jewess.

Pardon me, sir.

We have fixed the dowry of Eulàlia's
at 6,000 sous.

So it's up to you to contribute
half of that money as bridewealth.

But I do not have that amount.

But you have the vineyards.

You can cover that debt with them.

Do not worry so, lad.

The bride must contribute the dowry
at the time of the marriage,

but the groom does not have to deliver
the bridewealth in coin.

It is perceived as contributed on his part
when the marriage is formalized

as payment for the virginity of the wife.

Are you not happy, my lord?

Do not call me that.

You will be my wife, not my slave.

There's a long way to go before we wed.
It seems like an eternity.

A year passes quickly.

How many children will we have?

Hopefully, God will give us at least five.

And all boys.

Plus,

you already have Mercè,
who will be like a daughter to me.

And when she grows up,
we'll be like sisters.

After we've eaten, meet me at the well,

and I'll let you kiss me.

The slaves in our confidence

have mentioned the route and the date
of the trip to everyone they can.

Well,
I hope they have been convincing.

Even the cellarman has taken the bait.

He said he wanted
to take advantage of the trip

for his own business.

Well, of course I told him no.

If Estanyol has a spy, we will know.

If he falls into the trap,
he will pay dearly for his crimes at last.

And why have you come to my house?

I look for Regina.
It could be life or death.

She is not here. She went with your lady
to take some healing waters.

- When will she be back?
- I know not and care not.

He left already.

- When will he be back?
- Hard to say.

I need to send a message to Valencia,
but I do not have a letter.

I cannot write.

That sailboat is about to leave.

If we hurry, I could write you the letter

and ask a crewmember to carry it in person
for one coin.

Hey, wait!

These waters have
a miraculous effect on the skin

and the passage of time.

Your beauty will return
in all its splendor.

I am very grateful to you
for your efforts.

I know nothing about you.

- What do you want to know?
- Everything.

You Jewesses are a mystery.

In reality,
I've never really felt Jewish, miss.

I do not share the faith of my elders
nor any of their bad habits.

Nor waiting for Jehovah, who never comes.

Instead, I envy
the purity of Christianity,

the strength of its dogmas,

the teachings
of your Lord Jesus Christ, son of God,

who gave his life
to save the sins of the world.

But you're a Jewess.

Unfortunately, I am.

I might be a Jewess,

but I am a person,

a woman,

and a medic.

I'm sick of being ignored,

of being spat on in the street,

of being humiliated.

Sick of being a Jewess.

Forgive me.

I wish I had the grace
to embrace your faith.

I think your devotion

would certainly deserve
the reward of baptism.

We're closed.

I have an urgent message for Fabia.

- Who are you?
- Are you Fabia?

Answer my question.

I am Hugo Llor.

I have been sending reports
for Bernat Estanyol.

I do not know an Estanyol.

A couple of days ago, I sent a letter
about a ship from Roger Puig,

but it is a trap
to capture Bernat and kill him.

That's why I'm here, to warn him.

Accompany me.

You fraud! If you were who you say,

you would've sent
another letter to tell us.

I can barely write.

- Rubbish. Do you work for Roger Puig?
- Yes. No. I'm a friend of Bernat.

I got him a crossbow to kill Roger Puig.

You are not the first
to pose as his informant

to try to get to him and kill him.

Ask him.

Finish him off.

Just in time. We've captured another liar.

- Want to take care of him yourself?
- I'm hungry.

He has confessed?

He says he is close to Bernat,

and that the last report
was a ruse by Puig to hunt you down.

He is well informed. He even knew
of the existence of Hugo Llor.

Of Hugo?

Yes.
But he could not stop telling lies,

that he knew you since you were a child,

that he gave you a crossbow
to kill Roger Puig.

Release him. Release him!

Hugo, wake up.

Wake up. Hey!

Hugo, my friend, it's Bernat.
Do you recognize me?

Bernat.

We will head
for the Columbretes Islands,

where we will ambush the galley of Puig.

Little does Roger Puig know
what's in store.

With what you've told us,
we will take them by surprise

and give them a taste
of their own medicine.

I beg you to be merciful
with our compatriots,

like those of the Santa Elena
and other galleys.

What do you want? We board the ships
without getting blood on our hands?

This is the life of a corsair.
We fight to live. We live to kill.

Or die.

They are not to blame
for the misdeeds of Roger.

Otherwise, I could never forgive myself
for their deaths.

I hear you.

We will respect the lives
of those damsels.

Fabia, feed us.

I have to leave
as soon as possible to Barcelona.

Very well. We will eat and catch up.

Then I will provide you
with a fast transport home.

Father, where have you been?

About time, Master.

Barcha, get some clean clothes
and help me load the best wineskins.

Hurry now!

What is happening?

King Martin will honor the palace
with his presence.

No one comes in or out without permission.

Let him in.
He is the cellarman of my lord.

You, what are you waiting for?
Bring that up.

And where have you been?

I was out of Barcelona,
buying wine for our lord.

It takes days just to buy wine?

I needed to find the best
and had to search for it,

and then I found it in Murviedro.

I hope it is the best.

The lord wishes to impress the king
with a memorable banquet.

As for the wine, I think
the king and the lord will be pleased.

And we will reinforce our troops
in the castle at Peracense,

on the border with Castile,

and in Loarre with Navarre.

I have reason to believe

that the French will soon harass
Pope Benedict in Avignon.

It is our duty to defend him.

If I were my uncle,
the Count of Navarcles,

I would command the infantry in our fleet
to travel up the Rhône.

Thus, in a few days' time...

we will be fighting for His Holiness.

Good choice. I congratulate you.

It is an honor to serve, Your Grace.

But, Your Grace...

A herald has arrived
with news about your ship.

Have they captured Estanyol?

On the contrary, my lord.

Your ship has been sunk
in an ambush by corsairs.

They have all been killed.

My lord, to what do I owe...

You are the traitor.

You are the spy.

You gave away my plans to Estanyol.

No. I have always been faithful to you.

Do not believe it, sir.

He has been hanging around the docks
asking about the routes of your ships.

As soon as the king leaves the palace,

then I will deal with you personally.

Lock him up!