01x04 - The Lovers

[bunniefuu]

[upbeat music playing]

[both laugh]

Pedrito, Blanquita!

Come here now.

[Viejo] Did I ever tell you the story
about the hens and the fox

who snuck every night into their coop

and stole their eggs and ate their chicks?

-No?
-[Blanca] Uh-uh.

-[Viejo] The fox thought they were silly.
-[both laughing]

The hens gathered together
to work as a team

because they realized

that there were many of them,
and the fox was alone.

And then one night,

the fox came to steal the eggs,

and the hens suddenly jumped on him

and they all pecked him.

And so, the fox never bothered them again.

[both] Rock, paper, scissors!

Rock, paper, scissors!

[Blanca laughing]

[both laughing]

[Alba] While childhood
still held them fast,

Blanca and Pedro Tercero
enjoyed their summers

without yet thinking
of that fierce passion

that would haunt them
for the rest of their lives.

-[zips]
-Ow!

[both laughing]

{\an8}[theme music playing]

[Alba] My grandma managed to remain
in her marriage as the times dictated,

because her husband stayed away
from the magic and psychic experiments

where she could find peace.

[Clara] Are the three of you there?

Sure, I know you always go
everywhere together.

It's sunny here.

Splendid, yes.

And there?

About to rain?

We're not that far off. That's odd.

No, physically, I mean, I know when it
comes to what matters, we're very close.

Yes.

[Blanca] Mom?

[Jaime] Mom.

-[Blanca] Mom?
-[Jaime] Mom!

-Mom.
-Yes?

Blanca hid my book for biology class,

and she's trying to avoid school
by playing sick.

I don't have to go to school today.

Jaime's jealous
since he can't go to the farm.

Oh, stop fighting children.

You'll eventually miss each other,
you know,

when you're at the boarding school
and you're in the country.

I want to go too, Mom.

I know, my love, but you know how
your father gets if you miss any classes.

Nana will be taking you
during school break.

-Help me up.
-Come on, Jaimito.

Don't be like that, mi amor.

How about I make your favorite cake?

All right? Come on.

What's going on?

You've grown so much

and your aura has changed color.

Are you menstruating?

Oh, my God. I have for a long time now.

My nanny explained everything,
you know.

You are always up in the clouds.
[chuckles]

We have to spend more time together

out at the farm.

[Alba] My grandfather constantly traveled
to Las Tres Marías

to cope with the distance
between he and his wife.

He entered a very prosperous period

and his business deal
seemed to be blessed by magic.

-Welcome, sir. Good afternoon.
-Good day.

[Sanchez] I know who started it all.

I figured out who it was.

[instrumental music playing]

They didn't want to harvest the potatoes
and are asking for a raise.

Another!

I got this yesterday.

It was found in the barn.

[reading] "Enough abuses.

Fight for a country
without patrones."

The fault is yours, Sanchez.

Over the years, you've become soft.

It's happening across
all the farms, Esteban.

No one's rebelling in Las Tres Marías.

I'm very confident I can handle this lot.

You need to hold the reins tight.

And use the whip when you need to.

[ba*ls rattling]

[upbeat music playing]

See you.

Weren't we gonna spend time together?

Sure, Mom. Later.

You can tell
that little Blanca likes it here.

Well, she changes here.

It seems there are two Blancas.

In the city, she seems miserable and sick,
but not here.

Hello, Jorge.

-Good day, miss.
-Have you seen Pedro?

I saw him in the barn.

-[cows mooing]
-[horses whinnying]

[Tercero singing indistinctly]

♪ Every night ♪

♪ Every night, every night… ♪

♪ Six o' clock
Strips them off ♪

[Tercero continues singing]

♪ Six o' clock
Strips them off-- ♪

[yelling] Garcia,
why are you just lazing around?

Blanca!

You arrived early.

I convinced my mom.

I needed some country air.

Look.

I brought you a gift.

I knitted it.

-You grew a little.
-[both laugh]

-It's all the work I do.
-Mm.

So is that song yours?

I wanted to surprise you.

A surprise?

Yes.

[intense music playing]

-[whistle in distance]
-Come.

[laughing]

[shushing]

Hey!

Quietly, like this.

I…

I'm sorry. I have work to do.

Then go.

And I have a class at San Lucas, but…

Can we meet tonight?

At the creek.

[slow instrumental music playing]

[Alba] My grandma couldn't get as close
to Pancha as she would have liked.

Not even when she found out that her son
Esteban had died in a drunken accident.

Nor could she forgive herself
for not helping

the only son of the patron
who bore his name.

You know, I was thinking, since we won't
be using the chalkboard and the desks,

then maybe we can donate them
to the rural school.

That is really nice of you.

I'll see to it. Don't worry.

Thank you.

And are the children adjusting
to the new school in San Lucas?

Yes. [chuckles]

They say that the kids
out of Las Tres Marías

-are the best students in the region.
-Oh!

-That's all because of you.
-No.

They should get the credit,

and so should you, the parents.

How quickly time flies.

Does that make you sad?

No.

It's just a strange sensation.

I feel late for things
that I could always anticipate before.

I sound crazy.

-No.
-Don't mind me.

Maybe I'm just getting old.

No. How can you say that?
You're still so young.

With more energy
than all of us put together.

-Thank you.
-No!

-[yelps] No!
-Careful.

Out! All of you! Go! Out!

-Off you go! Go!
-Sorry.

Out! Out! Out!

[bleating]

[chuckles]

[clinking]

How come I heard from an employee
that you're in Las Tres Marías?

-Hmm?
-Hello.

-Mmm.
-I had a premonition I had to be here

-so I came.
-Oh.

Is anything wrong?

No, nothing

[sighs]

I was missing you.

Try some of Nana's cake.
This time, I didn't forget it.

[Blanca] Hello, hello.

Mm. Looks good.

[Esteban] Mm.

Dad, the farm is so beautiful.

What were you doing?
Rolling around with the pigs?

I just went for a walk.

I'd like you to teach me everything
to do with Las Tres Marías

so that I can try to help you someday.

Blanca, you're old enough
to behave like a young lady.

Mm? Eat.

You're skinny.
No one will want you like that.

We don't want another
spinster in the family.

Esteban, don't be a pain.
We arrived today.

It's for her own good.

Well, tell me.
What's happening in the capital?

-Hello.
-[boy] Hi, Pedro.

Father Jose Maria!

-Hi. How are you?
-Pedro!

I'm glad you're managing

-to keep coming to class.
-Oh, yes.

-Are they good?
-Yes, I've learned a lot.

Please be careful.

Some would say that's like walking around
with a g*n, especially now.

So religion is used by the rich
to keep the poor from gaining power.

Is that all you learned from it, Pedro?

-[chuckles] Mm.
-That's very interesting.

What they never understood

is that God is on the right,

but Jesus is always on the left.

Don't forget it, eh?

Now, let's go.

[woman wailing] No! No!

[woman sobbing]

[woman] Oh, my God!

My son, my poor son!

[dark music playing]

Hey, what are you doing there?

How could you?

[scoffs]

Coming round here and hurting
one of God's little creatures.

Let him practice his aim.
It'll help him throughout his life.

No, compassion, that will help him
throughout his life.

Compassion. Jesus.

-Hey.
-What?

I'll raise my grandson my way.

You helped with my son
and look how badly that turned out.

[door thuds]

[Pedro] Mind your manners, Pancha.

What's troubling you?

Son?

I saw what the patrones did
to Ezequiel Rojas from the Sanchez farm.

What do you mean?

[inhales]

They m*rder*d him.

They hung Ezekiel near the town border.

-[Viejo] Mm.
-To scare us.

[exhales]

You have to stay calm, son.

You can't know for sure
it was the patrones.

Tell me who did it, then.

You gonna do anything?

Or are you gonna just sit there
stupidly drinking your mate?

What do you propose we do?

Hmm?

You got any proof?

Want to talk to the police?

Do you think they'll listen to you
or to the patrones?

Tell me.

Pedrito, do not waste your time.

They've sat around and witnessed
many crimes happen to their own family

and never dared to raise their voices.

Come on, let's go, little one.

This family

is weak and gutless.

But I won't be a coward.

Listen to me!

I don't want you to be strung up
like that poor man, do you understand?

[Tercero slams table, breathing heavily]

Listen.

Hey.

If you want change, boy…

huh…

there are more powerful weapons

than blades and b*ll*ts.

Grandma, why did the patrones k*ll him?

Don't worry about it.

Leave adult issues to the adults.

You're looking at one, and I'll protect
you if the patrones try to do anything.

[exhales]

Nothing bad will happen to you.

Do you know why?

Because you're my grandson,

and you won't grow up
to be like your father, right?

-Hey, that's my bed.
-I know.

All right, but just for a moment.

Listen very carefully

and make sure you never forget.

You share the same blood as the patron.

You were born for great things.

You'll be the one giving orders,

not the other way around.

Got it?

A hug?

[captivating instrumental music playing]

[door opening]

Blanca!

[shushes]

Mom, what are you doing awake?

Something's not sitting right,
and I needed some air.

[dogs bark distantly]

You?

I heard a noise and wanted to tell my dad.

What?

Sit down.

No.

It's late to be going out.

I'm old enough to take care of myself.

I won't take long.

Go ahead. But be careful,
you're not as grown up as you think.

[kisses]

-I love you.
-Me, too.

[guitar music playing]

Holy Mary, mother of God,
pray for us sinners.

[woman 2 sobbing]

[woman 1 continues praying]

[vocalizing]

[Tercero's vocalizing continues]

[music stops]

There.

-Hello.
-Hey.

You better go, Blanca.

Your father was just here.

Yesterday, I stayed late
waiting for you at the creek.

-Did you fall asleep?
-[cows mooing]

Didn't your father
tell you what happened?

No.

What?

[men whistling distantly]

If one of us actually takes
our head out of the sand,

we're m*rder*d.

Nobody cares.

No one goes to prison.

Justice is like the land in this country.

Controlled by the patrones.

What?

A peasant was m*rder*d?

-[intense music playing]
-I'm sure it was to intimidate us.

To make us afraid.

[man] Pedro!

Come over here.
We need your help loading the truck.

Sure.

Will I see you later?

I don't know.

Dad, what do you know
about the m*rder of a peasant?

That always happens in these villages.

Drunken brawls, crimes of passion.

It's normal.

They say it was retribution
from the patrones.

And who says that?

I do.

Don't ever speak to me like that.

Got it?

But the people here
also deserve fair treatment.

Where are you getting all these ideas?

I'm capable of coming up with ideas.

Make sure those ideas

are our ideas.

[tense music playing]

Leave.

[object clatters]

[sighs]

[Esteban] You f*cked up, Sanchez.

You gave them a communist martyr,

and no one's going to prison.
So this is bound to get worse.

No, don't worry.
This is not going to be a problem.

Now, deal with this Sanchez.

[camera flashing]

And who is that?

He arrived a week ago.

He's a French count.

-An actual count?
-A wealthy one.

Hey, what's going on?

-You're paid to be a waiter, aren't you?
-No! Uh…

Excuse him, sir.
It's my fault.

It's just…

Look, he's very quaint, right?

Look at that face, huh?

Ah, yes.

Well, go on, Papa. Get moving.
I don't want to inconvenience anyone.

-Champagne?
-[Sanchez] Yes, sir.

-Jean de Satigny.
-Sanchez.

Oh! Pleasure to meet you.

-Jean de Satigny.
-Esteban Trueba.

Trueba? Huh?

-Las Tres Marias, am I right?
-Mm-hmm.

I've heard wonderful things about
your farm.

The model farm, they call it.

And what brings you
to this part of the world?

One might say a bit of everything, really.

Investments. I'd like to invest
in this country.

-[guitar music playing]
-[Tercero singing]

Do you know the story?

Yes. The hens and the fox.

♪ Their wings ready, fully awakened ♪

[people clapping]

♪ They are guarding what is yet to come ♪

♪ And the foxes hunting every night-- ♪

[indistinct whispers]

Go ahead.

I want to hear you sing.

Glad to.

♪ And the fox is hunting ♪

♪ Every night ♪

♪ He's lurking, steals the flock ♪

♪ Strips them of their dignity ♪

♪ You won't beat us this time ♪

♪ We can all now bear witness ♪

♪ You have no one ♪

♪ And together we are more ♪

♪ We are more ♪

♪ We are more ♪

♪ We are more ♪

♪ We are more ♪

That's a funny song, kid.

Very funny indeed.

Tell me about it.

We won't accept you murdering us
for calling out injustice.

Injustice?

Every time I look around,
all I see is progress.

Let your grandpa tell you
the conditions he lived in.

I know our history.

I've seen it for myself.

-Everything's yours and nothing's ours.
-Go home.

No, no, no, no.

-Let's go home, son.
-Hold on a moment.

What's that?

Enough abuses.

Fight for a country without patrones.

[dark music playing]

In this country, private property
is a constitutional right.

Encouraging violence to dispossess
the legitimate owners

is a subversive act
that'll land you in jail.

You're the one who should land in jail.

Go home, son. Go home right now.

I want him out of Las Tres Marías.

[man] Easy, easy.

-Pedro! Pedro, Pedro!
-No, I can't!

Patron,

for years I've worked for you.
I've never asked for--

Thank God I don't kick
your whole family out.

I have a mind to do it.

[door locks]

Blanca, sweetie.

Open up.

I'm not moving
until I know you're all right.

I'm all right.

[voice breaking] Go away.

[sighs]

I'm still here.

Pedro's going to have to leave.

My father's orders!

You'll keep seeing him, sweetie.

That can't be prevented, honey.

And you're lucky.

What?

You're lucky to be able to feel
and have these intense emotions.

Not everyone is able to.

[slow instrumental music playing]

[crickets chirping]

[dark intense music playing]

Blanca.

Blanca?

Pedro?

Clara. What's wrong?

An earthquake is coming.

So what?

This land always has tremors.

No, the time is different.

Why don't you come with me?

You attend to your affairs,

read your cards, I'll attend to mine,

and we'll spend time together.

Don't think that I don't need you.

And when you don't need me, then what?

You'll throw me out? Same as Pedro?

[Esteban breathing heavily]

Same as Ferula?

I think about her daily.

You are always digging up the past, Clara.

Do you think throwing Pedro out
will change anything?

[gasps, laughs]

-Hi!
-Blanca.

Blanca, I…

I love you.

I love you, too.

What will you do?

Father Jose Maria
offered me to travel with him.

Then I want to go with you.

No, don't say that. No.

I don't have money or anything.

It doesn't matter.

I want to be with you.

I promise that I'll return
whenever I'm able to.

[intense music playing]

[both moaning in pleasure]

-[gasps]
-Are you sure?

-Yes.
-Yes?

[intense music continues]

[both moaning]

[earth rumbling]

[building rattling]

Blanca!

[both grunting]

[objects clattering]

[crashes]

[rumbling subsides]

[dogs barking]

[coughing]

Blanca!

[gasps]

No! Esteban!

Esteban!

Help us!

Oh, no!

[grunting]

[straining]

Esteban!

-Esteban!
-[groans softly]

Hey, hey!

Oh, good, you're alive!

Help us!

[people clamoring]

Grandma!

Grandma!

Grandma!

[sobbing]

Grandma! Grandma!

Oh!

[Viejo] Pancha, my child!

-[Tercero] Please don't leave me!
-Pancha!

[somber instrumental music playing]

[woman] Doña Clara needs help now!

Doña Clara needs help right now!

-Go! Go! Just go! Go!
-[continues sobbing]

I'll stay with the boy. Go!

My boy!

[both sobbing]

Grab the leg!

-[groaning]
-[Clara straining]

You need to relax.
Let's take him to the hospital.

-No, we can't.
-Yes!

He'll bleed out if we do that.

You need to stay in control.
I'm getting help.

-No, no, wait! Who's gonna-- Help me!
-Just wait.

-I'll go get my father.
-Help me lift him.

[Clara exhales]

-[indistinct chatter]
-Dad! Dad!

[Pedro] Son!

Oh! Thank God you're safe.

Easy, easy. Help is coming.

-Oh, Blanca!
-Mama!

Mama! I'm fine.

-Oh, my God!
-Watch out, careful!

Dad, wait!

You'll be all right.

Pedro Viejo's coming to help.

-[groans]
-Oh! Thank you!

[Pedro] Over here.

-[Viejo groans]
-[Pedro] The leg.

Bring me a bottle of liquor.

[Clara] Oh, God.

-[Viejo groaning]
-[Pedro] Careful.

Don't worry, patron.

Don't worry.

Drink up, Esteban.

It's for the pain.

There you go.

-[leg cracks]
-[screaming]

{\an8}[Jaime over telephone] Mom, I was able
to leave the boarding school and go home.

Not very much is broken

but I'm afraid I have bad news.

I know, my love.

I know that Nana passed.

Yes.

Nana got scared in the earthquake and…

had a heart attack

She's dead, Mom.

I'll make the funeral arrangements.

[Clara] See that she is buried
in the family mausoleum.

I wish I could help you, but your dad
is hurt and the tenants need us.

-[sobbing]
-I love you.

[sobbing]

[birds chirping]

[captivating instrumental music playing]

[latch unlocks]

[captivating instrumental music continues]

[Alba] My grandmother was thankful
she could say goodbye to Pancha.

She didn't understand her message
and didn't take the time to decipher it,

because at that moment,
her tarot cards were of no use.

Nor was foreseeing the future,

with her task of helping
in every way possible.

[indistinct conversations]

Clara!

[breathing heavily]

Clara!

-[somber instrumental music playing]
-[sighs]

[straining]

[glass breaking]

[groaning]

[echoing] Clara!

Hi, sweetheart. Sure.

[indistinct chatter]

[intense music playing]

[Clara] Of course, we've got some more.

[Esteban groaning]

[Blanca] That's good.

[Alba] Blanca found a way
not to return to the capital

because she wanted to be there
when Pedro Tercero returned.

[roosters crowing]

To help her remain patient,
Pedro El Viejo encouraged her

to make something with her hands,

not knowing that he was giving Blanca

what would later become her only means
of livelihood and comfort

in her saddest hours.

Finish what you started.

[Esteban] Mm.

Look at this.

Nice? Huh?

-[clinking]
-Italian silver.

-Thank you very much.
-Uh-huh.

-Stylish with a limp or without.
-Voila.

[both laugh]

-Would you like to have lunch with us?
-Oh, I'd love to.

And we'll keep discussing the interesting
proposal of the chinchillas.

[Jean] It's a very promising business.

Blanca, come and meet the count.

Hmm.

Jean de Satigny.

It's a pleasure.

Are you having lunch with us, George?

It's Jean. The count is staying
with us for lunch.

Blanca, you should show him
some of Las Tres Marías.

I don't have time.

Mm. You do have time.

What else are you doing? Huh?
Come on.

Uh, well, of course, I don't--

I don't want to be a problem.

And when Blanca's free,
then, well, I'm flexible.

Are you staying
in this country long, Paul?

Jean. Yes. Yes.
However long fate decides.

Is your wife in France?

Oh, no, no, no, no.
I'm not lucky enough to be married.

I'm still waiting
for the right person to appear.

-[Esteban] Mm.
-[door opens]

Blanca.

This is for you.

Thank you, Alejandra.

[door closes]

[suspenseful music playing]

[birds chirping]

[man singing] ♪ And the moon ♪

♪ In the distance ♪

♪ Won my heart with her brightness ♪

♪ I was dazzled
and struck by her radiance ♪

♪ Like Blanca's ♪

It's not finished.

[grunts]

-I missed you so much.
-[laughs]

Mm. Me, too.

-How much? Tell me.
-So much, Pedro.

-A lot?
-A lot.

-Really?
-Yes!

-[giggles]
-Tell me.

[captivating instrumental music playing]

[Blanca panting]

[both panting]

[Blanca laughing]

I went about many places with the priest.

A lot of folks were amazing.

[pants]

Things are bound to change, Blanca.

There's a candidate.

A candidate on the left
running for office,

and he's got support
growing across the country.

[Blanca] Hmm.

I shook his hand.

He'll be president, I'm sure.

I want to go, too. I want to be with you.

Really?

You've made me the happiest man
in the whole world.

Tomorrow then.

We have to leave at a time
that's not suspicious, all right?



We'll meet tomorrow.

Yes.

-[operatic music playing]
-Esteban!

Esteban!

I'm so sorry.

It's just that I had to talk to you
as soon as possible.

[horse whinnies]

[tense music playing]

Do you think I'm stupid?

[whimpers]

[crying] No!

[screaming] No!

You m*therf*cking wh*re!

[cries]

[whip lashes]

-[door crashes]
-[whimpering]

[Blanca sobbing]

-[Esteban groans]
-What's wrong?

Esteban!

Talk to me. Tell me what happened.

Help me!

[yells] What is this?

Your daughter's a f*cking wh*re,
sleeping with a savage!

You are the savage!

You are the one going around raping women!

-b*stard!
-[grunts]

[Clara sobbing]

No.

-Clara. Clara.
-[grunts]

[groaning]

[sobbing]

[Blanca whispers] Mama.

-Mama.
-Get up.

Let's go.

[dark music playing]

[somber instrumental music playing]

I really wish I had done more.

Don't say that.

I-- I should have done more.

Knowing you and your family
is a great gift.

My family is leaving
and never coming back.

[Alba] My grandma knew that nothing
would ever be the same.

She vowed to protect her children from
my grandfather's uncontrollable anger,

and she lived out her days
without ever offering him another word.

[somber instrumental music continues]

[instrumental music playing]

[intense music playing]

[dramatic music playing]