ENGLISH SUBTITLES BY BARISHNIKOV@KATCR.CO
Captain Utrera. I'm Luis de Zúñiga.
Dresdner is dead. He left these instructions.
I'm very sorry about your daughter Lucina.
- THE NEW WORLD - "ALL THE DESPERATE WENT, THOSE WITHOUT A FUTURE, HOPING FOR A NEW BEGINNING"
The Holy Office asked me to thank you.
The capture of Ledesma restored the prestige and the confidence of the Crown.
It's Nubla, Ledesma's servant. He was in the tunnels.
It took 10 men to kill him.
I still don't understand why he killed other Protestants.
There's over 10 different schools of Protestants in Europe.
Lutherans, Calvinists, Presbyterians, Baptists...
All confronting each other for the same old reason... power.
They were among Pedro Lanza's things.
A bunch of fake coins and a bible.
Your bible. You can have a look at it.
Some pages have notes on them. They must mean something.
I checked the numbers and most of them refer to some of the Apocrypha.
I couldn't decrypt 'em though.
I wouldn't know, you're the theologist.
- What are you gonna do with your freedom? - I have a promise to keep.
To whom?
The New World... what's there to find?
- The future. - What future? Don't be naive.
There's only scavengers, like anywhere else.
They're names.
"Azuaga". 1 - 27 - 22 - 1 - 7 - 1.
Each number is a letter in alphabetic order.
Azuaga, Lucina, Dresdner...
This I don't understand. C - C - C - L.
They're Roman numbers. Amounts.
Lucina had cards debts and the other three had borrowed money for the New World's fleet.
It's an account book.
Money lent to Protestants by other Protestants.
- How did they get all that money? - Fake coins, that's how.
Dresdner was the mint's treasurer, he could produce all the coins he needed.
More names.
Carlos Corrales, Benjamín Azuaga,
Armando Utrera... the card lady's father.
Dresdner is dead but Captain Utrera was with the fleet.
They could load the ships with coins.
Azuaga's business...
They'll transfer the silver on another ship, taking advantage of the port opening.
Congratulations, you're a free man.
This morning you'll have tickets for the New World.
- Let's go. - There is one more here.
Same as the others.
27 - 22 - 15 - 9 - 7 - 1.
Zuniga.
- Which one is Captain Utrera's ship? - Second on the left, they're boarding the cargo.
Why are we stopping?
Get off.
Carlos Corrales, you're under arrest by the Inquisition.
- Stop. Where do the barrels come from? - The dye factory.
Unload them.
Open the door! In the name of the Holy Inquisition!
Pour it out.
Mrs. Larrea claims the factory's property as legacy from her husband.
She's a Pinelo. She asks the Guild to reconsider its position.
The Council recognized her right to run her own business, short of objective impediments.
What you call "objective impediments" is the point of it all.
She's a woman, therefore weak-minded.
Her emotions cloud her limited judgement.
Her impulses make her unpredictable, fickle and unreliable.
If they can't control themselves, how can they run a business?
Her place is the house, her virtues are others.
- Who says that? - Quiet. Nobody allowed you to speak.
- Excuse me, Assistant... - If it wasn't for her father's memory, she'd already be in a cell.
A man will run the factory and a man will get the profits.
- Or what? - Or you'll pay the consequences.
You'll go to jail and your factory will be closed for good.
- All these men just to say that? - You have one week.
I didn't know.
Since when?
Short after you left.
Germán?
The German was my only contact with them.
For money?
At first it was.
After that, I don't know.
- Position? - Is there another way to prosper in this town?
If you don't have a name, you're nothing.
Soon my house will no longer be mine.
I left it all to the Crown in my will.
Starting today, the Crown owns my house.
So as long as this empire is under a king, my memory will be untouchable.
Associated to the Crown, like a real nobleman.
Not even the Inquisition can touch that.
No one's gonna burn my house and cover it with salt.
My flowers will keep growing...
...as if I were alive.
Now go.
You should have gone long ago.
It's finished.
You can change.
You'll be brought wherever you wanna go.
What are you gonna do now?
What I've always done.
What about you?
What's it for me to do?
It's good... the best of all.
They're getting ready for tomorrow.
For the first time, I don't wanna go.
- Death! - To the stake!
- Heretics! - Sodomites!
The plague is gone, we won!
Once more, we defeated evil!
In this purification, Seville gets rid of the worst disease it's ever known.
The heretics! The traitors who brought sorrow and pain!
The Protestants! They are the plague!
- And God is the medicine! - Burn them!
Through our port, many new things come... too many.
That's why we gotta be ready to fight the corruption.
To defend out faith in God, the one and only God!
- Traitors! - Die!
Luis de Zuniga, you'll be burned at the stake.
Ignacio and Benjamín Azuaga, you'll burn at the stake.
Alejandro de Dresdner and Carlos Corrales, you'll burn at the stake.
Armando and Lucina Utrera, you'll burn at the stake.
Ledesma, sentenced to the stake.
May all infidels burn in the eternal fire!
- You don't need that. - Who do you work for?
"Worked" you mean... Luis de Zuniga.
Someone wanted you dead, he paid me to protect you. You're alive thanks to him.
- Who? . I don't know.
- He also wanted me to kill the woman. - What woman?
I don't remember the name.
She had a sister in the slums, a witch.
- The Inquisition got her and let her go. - Why?
I don't know. When I saw her, she was dying from the plague.
- Was she Carmen Galvez? - Maybe.
- Why did she have to die? - Because dead won't talk.
Can I go now?
What is it?
Die, heretic!
Burn, you heretic!
- What do you want? - The truth.
I told you the truth. Now get out.
Try a different truth. I'm not leaving unless I'm convinced.
It wasn't Ledesma who killed them.
It wasn't him.
Don't even try!
I know about your sister.
She was going to the stake for witchcraft but someone had her pardoned... you.
You told Celso de Guevara everything about Azuaga.
You sold him out.
No one ever locked you in that hole, it was all an act.
If he finds out, he'll kill me.
He's already dead.
There's something more.
Something I told the Inquisitor and that you don't know.
What is it?
They met with Ledesma because they were planning something against the Crown... something big.
Nobody knew what it was.
He used you not only to catch Ledesma but also to find out about his plan.
This is your truth. Now go.
Let's go. We'll get on the first ship leaving.
No matter where it's going.
You only bring misfortune, I don't wanna see you again.
Did you hear me?!
You have no honor. You promised my father to get me out...
What father? You have no father. You're a bastard.
Get out!
Take these.
- It's all gone bad. You wanna poison us? - Get lost.
Just like you!
- What's it gonna be? - Son of a bitch!
Hey! What's going on?!
Rose by rose, two by two.
Night falls into the day...
Nubla! Stop!
Why have you come here? You were free.
You killed them... you had their names but you needed Ledesma.
They were all protected by the Crown, so you came up with the suicide.
- Then I turned up and took you to him. - Purely for pride.
God punishes men's pride with pain and neglect.
No one's wiser than God.
That silver was gonna finance a war against the Spanish Empire in Flanders.
Against their own people.
People do not care...
Protestants and Catholics are the same... all they care about is power.
You're dying.
You're alone and scared.
But I can help you.
Ask for forgiveness and you'll stop suffering.
You'll finally rest.
Leave him. I gave him my word.
Let God decide what's gonna be of him.
I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Get him out of here.
Let me see who is it.
Take his boots, he no longer needs them. His belt is also good.
I told you that devil was gonna bring you bad luck.
For the boatman.
Have a nice trip.
Monardes...
Let's go.
Mateo!
On the table!
Pork lard!
Help me. Get him on his side, he's bleeding out.
Bandages!
Keep pressure.
Bring water!
Monardes! He woke up!
Clean water.
He saved your life.
- How long have I been out? - Stay down. Three days.
He stayed here the whole time.
You have no fever.
It's not swollen, that's a good sign.
Try not to move.
- It burns. - It's dried egg with turpentine, to heal the wounds.
They're gone.
I haven't seen them for some time.
They'll be back, it's a cycle.
When you think they're gone, you lower your guard. That's when they come back.
Just like the plague.
People are flooding the streets now, celebrating the end of the disease.
What they don't know is the plague will never disappear.
It'll stay asleep in furniture and clothes,
in basements and beds,
patiently waiting until men forget about it.
Over and over again... forever.
Nothing's new under the sun.
A poor confidence in the future.
In men.
Rest.
- You wanted to see me? - Come closer.
We need to transfer the factory's management to a man's name. We thought of you.
- Why me? - It's your father's factory. I'm not allowed to run it.
You just need to sign this.
- Read it to him. - I can read.
And Mateo?
Mateo's gonna do what he wants, as he always did.
He can stay at the factory for now. Buy some clothes for him.
We're done.
Thank you.
"I, Valerio Larrea Expósito,"
"accept the title to Teresa Pinelo Mellado's loom."
Gather round.
"Leaving to the owner absolute power to manage the business."
"The owner undertakes to give work and support to the holder of the present agreement."
"Seville. 25 October 1597."
You can stay as long as you need.
This is your house, you don't have to leave.
This is Germán's house, not mine.
You found him...
...and God made justice.
They burned him.
You were right.
He's just like him.
Take care.
Mateo!
I didn't think you'd come.
Who dressed you up like that?
This is for you.
I no longer need it.
- Half of what's written here are lies. - Really? I learned a lot.
But I'm not sure I'm happier now.
Use this.
It's all you got.