The Plague (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Episode #2.4 - full transcript
THE PLAGUE
THE HAND OF THE GARDUÑA
Laudanum.
- When did he get here?
- Yesterday. He left a while ago.
- When?
- I don't know. Around noon.
You, throw that out.
- Did you look in Bayona?
- I just got back.
I don't know.
Look in Calle del Mar.
Or he'll come back. He always does.
Don't tell him I was here.
He arrived this morning.
He talks funny.
He's Dutch.
Really, this will be worth...
That's him.
It will be worth a fortune.
This is yours.
- For me?
-Yes.
It's by Pacheco. Keep it.
- But give me a kiss.
- No, no more.
Oh, no...
Finally!
Finally.
You're paying for all this.
Get out.
You heard my friend.
You too. We're leaving.
That's enough.
I wish...
Here.
That's enough.
My teeth...
Can't find them.
You spilled the wine!
He's making trouble again!
Sorry, friend.
No broken sword,
no woman without a lord
Let them in.
Money...
Hit them where it hurts most.
How?
Laws.
They won't allow it.
- You need the council's support.
- I don't need a vote.
Not any more.
- They tried to kill you.
- Assassination.
My own guard.
This is the city code,
approved by you all.
In a situation like this I have full power
until order is restored,
which means my word is law.
And these are my laws.
Forget banning things.
You can't go criminal by criminal.
- No one will point out the Garduña.
- Out of fear.
They trust them more than the council.
Mayors choke them with taxes.
-So?
- Turn it around.
Make the city trust you.
- Who's the owner?
- I am.
Who's he?
- Where's the storeroom?
- Down the end.
You can't ban alcohol!
The people will riot.
No one will ban it.
From now on this wine is legal.
Seville will be
the empire's most prosperous city.
And the happiest.
We'll reduce the tax.
It will be the same for hawkers.
Pork cheeks!
- Pork cheeks!
- Good bread from the Alcalá mill!
- How much?
- Three.
Fresh fruit!
Mackerel and sardines,
fresh and smoked!
Fresh fish!
Fresh fish!
I know illegal sales feed the people.
But the profit goes to the Garduña.
-Stop! Don't move.
- Run!
Stop!
It's impossible.
You can't do
what you're talking about.
- There aren't enough soldiers.
- Why not?
They're in Cádiz,
protecting it from English pirates.
Recruit more soldiers.
You're the mayor.
Where?
Moors and heretics,
the same scum.
- Who's been condemned to death?
-All of them.
Not any more.
They work for the council.
They're free. They're my bailiffs.
Give them green armbands.
Your new guard...
Come on...
Everyone!
Anyone can sell
but you'll follow council rules.
As of today, everything is legal.
But you have to sell at the old price,
the street price.
No one will be arrested for that.
And the women?
They live off them.
A week without whores
would cause a riot.
Illegal prostitutes' earnings
go to the Garduña. It's profit.
If anyone resists,
you know what to do!
Come on!
Let me go, you brute!
- Let's go!
- To the carts!
Any man wanting to relieve tensions
must do so in the brothel,
in a legal way.
We can't keep tolerating illegality.
Where are you going?
Stop!
I want everyone outside!
Put them in the cart!
Into the cart!
If you don't fit in the cart, walk.
Come on!
Everyone quiet! Let's go!
Quickly, hurry up...
Where do we put them?
The brothel won't hold them.
I know.
Your friend.
No one can know
where they're going.
Are you all right?
- Follow the others, that way.
- Keep going.
- Out the back.
- Up the stairs.
Get down. Do you need help?
It's all right...
They're new measures.
I understand that you're nervous.
But they're necessary.
Very amusing.
I only hope it works.
You don't know this city.
People don't like new things.
And you?
Count Pontecorvo can surely boast,
for people of importance
who step out of line
tremble at his footsteps.
There's a miserable Garduña
for every good man of war.
- He makes us all equal...
- You're famous.
-Without being judges...
- Everyone is singing it.
He gives us cheap food
like a judge or governor.
May you live 1000 years, o Count,
and courageous mayor.
You were as feared in Flanders
as you are in Seville.
Check the mattresses for lice.
And serve them wine while they wait.
What? What will it be today?
All right?
It's the same as last week
with double the customers.
There's no one at the river.
200 a day was the deal.
The rest is mine.
Conrado won't be amused.
Tell Conrado I want to talk to him.
- I know how to fix this.
- What?
I'm not going anywhere.
Tell him!
How long will you do this?
Not long.
I'll buy a house soon,
the first of many.
What's wrong?
The women need
better working conditions
and that costs money.
What's this for?
This. What's it for?
To see.
Why are you so important?
Why are you?
I'm tired of them sending me to get you.
What do you do?
I'm a magician.
What's that?
I make money appear and disappear.
You're just a sick man.
Yes, yes, but the best.
The best.
What matters
is being best at something.
Finish getting dressed.
You know where we're going.
I'll get out.
What's wrong?
Eugenia...
I'd like to go with them.
Talking to the others
made me want to.
Want to do what?
To have a story to tell.
This isn't important to you?
If it's what you want...
Madam Pinelo, they're waiting.
She can't go in.
Yes, she can.
- They're the conditions.
- Help me comply.
That's not how it works.
You know it is.
It's the law, Madam Pinelo.
The law...
What law is that?
The one used for children and lunatics?
- There's always a way.
- Even if there were...
Such women don't belong
in the New World.
And which women do belong?
Those of marriageable age.
Missionary nuns.
Wives of colonists. Others.
I'm sorry I can't help you.
Thank you.
Go on.
It's a mistake that the soldier survived.
Your mistake.
The street is against us.
They have to respect us, not fear us.
To respect us, they have to fear us.
There's no other way.
I'll handle the street
and the soldier.
And the whores as well.
I want them back.
I'm hearing your name a lot.
Too much.
That worries you?
Are you going to slap me too?
Beef, beef!
The Garduña.
Hey, this wine is legal!
Nothing changes here.
Cut off his tongue.
- No, no, no!
- Come on!
-No!
- Come on!
Quickly, we have to burn everything!
Come on!
The maid.
Today.
- You asked to see me?
- I have fresh fish.
- We already have fish.
- Not like this.
It's tuna.
The lady's favourite.
- How do you know?
- I'm old.
Come closer.
I won't charge you for looking.
Which part is it?
The tastiest.
Teresa Pinelo!
They're reacting like animals.
Soon the whole city will be against them.
You were right.
Congratulations.
We're very sorry about what happened.
I want men for the convent.
The ship has to leave.
Make it easy.
Conrado first.
The women first.
You said I could ask
for anything I wanted.
That's what I want.
What's wrong?
What do they want?
- They want to leave.
- You can't.
- You have to wait.
- Wait?
- Until when?
- Until your passages are ready.
They should be ready now.
That's what you told me to tell them.
And they will be.
Soon.
If they killed Eugenia,
they can kill any of us.
They'll find out where we are.
We're close.
Convince them.
That's easy to say from a mansion.
I'll sleep there tonight.
With all of you.
And every night until you leave.
Here.
- I'll ask for a cot tomorrow.
- Don't bother.
Thank you, Catalina.
Sleep well.
You really have changed.
And I'm glad.
We're fed up.
We know who they are.
What do you want?
Collection day.
Why don't you talk?
What's wrong with your mouth?
Drop your weapons...
- Let me go!
- Don't move, bastard!
Stay there!
Let me go! Let go!
What are you doing?
No, no...
Forget the street
and the privileges you had.
His actions will have lasting effects.
They'll cost money.
You said to do something,
that you wouldn't sit around
like a councillor.
Street violence wasn't the answer.
It's not clever.
And what is clever?
With the state of emergency
Pontecorvo is untouchable.
No one is.
There must be a way.
Or will I have to do it?
Is that the mayor's wine?
We should taste it.
Is it good?
I'll find the way.
You'd better.
It's good!
But you play your part too.
He's burnt out and you know it.
Find someone else.
From now on I want you here.
For how long?
Get used to the country.
I don't want you in the city.
You know how long I'll stand that.
- How much?
- Nothing.
Come with me.
Someone wants to see you.
Who?
Keep going.
Don't use too much.
She's waiting for you.
You run the brothel.
They say you do it well.
My name is Baeza.
What sort of name is that?
- Where is he?
-Who?
- The one who said I do it well.
- He isn't coming.
So now I work for you?
For a woman?
A woman.
I know how to fix it.
I wanted to speak to Conrado.
- Fix what?
- The street. Make things like before.
Isn't that why you asked for me?
How?
The wine.
What about the wine?
Give it away.
One month, two.
As long as it takes.
You can afford it.
Taxes are so low.
You won't notice it.
They need it more than you.
They can lower taxes
but they need income.
They can't do this for long.
And if it doesn't work,
who pays me for the wine? You?
Me.
What sort of name is Baeza?
It's mine.
And yours?
Conrado was right.
You're very smart.
Come here.
Your hand.
The right one.
The line of luck.
Not everyone has it.
I don't need luck.
Why are you awake?
- What do you ask?
- God's mercy and yours.
May the Lord bring this to perfection.
- You now belong to God.
- Amen.
- What do you ask?
- God's mercy and yours.
May the Lord bring this to perfection.
You now belong to God.
Amen.
- What do you ask?
- God's mercy and yours.
May the Lord bring this to perfection.
- You now belong to God.
-Amen.
- What do you ask?
- Amen.
May the Lord bring this to perfection.
- You now belong to God.
- Amen.
Subtitles © SBS Australia 2020
THE HAND OF THE GARDUÑA
Laudanum.
- When did he get here?
- Yesterday. He left a while ago.
- When?
- I don't know. Around noon.
You, throw that out.
- Did you look in Bayona?
- I just got back.
I don't know.
Look in Calle del Mar.
Or he'll come back. He always does.
Don't tell him I was here.
He arrived this morning.
He talks funny.
He's Dutch.
Really, this will be worth...
That's him.
It will be worth a fortune.
This is yours.
- For me?
-Yes.
It's by Pacheco. Keep it.
- But give me a kiss.
- No, no more.
Oh, no...
Finally!
Finally.
You're paying for all this.
Get out.
You heard my friend.
You too. We're leaving.
That's enough.
I wish...
Here.
That's enough.
My teeth...
Can't find them.
You spilled the wine!
He's making trouble again!
Sorry, friend.
No broken sword,
no woman without a lord
Let them in.
Money...
Hit them where it hurts most.
How?
Laws.
They won't allow it.
- You need the council's support.
- I don't need a vote.
Not any more.
- They tried to kill you.
- Assassination.
My own guard.
This is the city code,
approved by you all.
In a situation like this I have full power
until order is restored,
which means my word is law.
And these are my laws.
Forget banning things.
You can't go criminal by criminal.
- No one will point out the Garduña.
- Out of fear.
They trust them more than the council.
Mayors choke them with taxes.
-So?
- Turn it around.
Make the city trust you.
- Who's the owner?
- I am.
Who's he?
- Where's the storeroom?
- Down the end.
You can't ban alcohol!
The people will riot.
No one will ban it.
From now on this wine is legal.
Seville will be
the empire's most prosperous city.
And the happiest.
We'll reduce the tax.
It will be the same for hawkers.
Pork cheeks!
- Pork cheeks!
- Good bread from the Alcalá mill!
- How much?
- Three.
Fresh fruit!
Mackerel and sardines,
fresh and smoked!
Fresh fish!
Fresh fish!
I know illegal sales feed the people.
But the profit goes to the Garduña.
-Stop! Don't move.
- Run!
Stop!
It's impossible.
You can't do
what you're talking about.
- There aren't enough soldiers.
- Why not?
They're in Cádiz,
protecting it from English pirates.
Recruit more soldiers.
You're the mayor.
Where?
Moors and heretics,
the same scum.
- Who's been condemned to death?
-All of them.
Not any more.
They work for the council.
They're free. They're my bailiffs.
Give them green armbands.
Your new guard...
Come on...
Everyone!
Anyone can sell
but you'll follow council rules.
As of today, everything is legal.
But you have to sell at the old price,
the street price.
No one will be arrested for that.
And the women?
They live off them.
A week without whores
would cause a riot.
Illegal prostitutes' earnings
go to the Garduña. It's profit.
If anyone resists,
you know what to do!
Come on!
Let me go, you brute!
- Let's go!
- To the carts!
Any man wanting to relieve tensions
must do so in the brothel,
in a legal way.
We can't keep tolerating illegality.
Where are you going?
Stop!
I want everyone outside!
Put them in the cart!
Into the cart!
If you don't fit in the cart, walk.
Come on!
Everyone quiet! Let's go!
Quickly, hurry up...
Where do we put them?
The brothel won't hold them.
I know.
Your friend.
No one can know
where they're going.
Are you all right?
- Follow the others, that way.
- Keep going.
- Out the back.
- Up the stairs.
Get down. Do you need help?
It's all right...
They're new measures.
I understand that you're nervous.
But they're necessary.
Very amusing.
I only hope it works.
You don't know this city.
People don't like new things.
And you?
Count Pontecorvo can surely boast,
for people of importance
who step out of line
tremble at his footsteps.
There's a miserable Garduña
for every good man of war.
- He makes us all equal...
- You're famous.
-Without being judges...
- Everyone is singing it.
He gives us cheap food
like a judge or governor.
May you live 1000 years, o Count,
and courageous mayor.
You were as feared in Flanders
as you are in Seville.
Check the mattresses for lice.
And serve them wine while they wait.
What? What will it be today?
All right?
It's the same as last week
with double the customers.
There's no one at the river.
200 a day was the deal.
The rest is mine.
Conrado won't be amused.
Tell Conrado I want to talk to him.
- I know how to fix this.
- What?
I'm not going anywhere.
Tell him!
How long will you do this?
Not long.
I'll buy a house soon,
the first of many.
What's wrong?
The women need
better working conditions
and that costs money.
What's this for?
This. What's it for?
To see.
Why are you so important?
Why are you?
I'm tired of them sending me to get you.
What do you do?
I'm a magician.
What's that?
I make money appear and disappear.
You're just a sick man.
Yes, yes, but the best.
The best.
What matters
is being best at something.
Finish getting dressed.
You know where we're going.
I'll get out.
What's wrong?
Eugenia...
I'd like to go with them.
Talking to the others
made me want to.
Want to do what?
To have a story to tell.
This isn't important to you?
If it's what you want...
Madam Pinelo, they're waiting.
She can't go in.
Yes, she can.
- They're the conditions.
- Help me comply.
That's not how it works.
You know it is.
It's the law, Madam Pinelo.
The law...
What law is that?
The one used for children and lunatics?
- There's always a way.
- Even if there were...
Such women don't belong
in the New World.
And which women do belong?
Those of marriageable age.
Missionary nuns.
Wives of colonists. Others.
I'm sorry I can't help you.
Thank you.
Go on.
It's a mistake that the soldier survived.
Your mistake.
The street is against us.
They have to respect us, not fear us.
To respect us, they have to fear us.
There's no other way.
I'll handle the street
and the soldier.
And the whores as well.
I want them back.
I'm hearing your name a lot.
Too much.
That worries you?
Are you going to slap me too?
Beef, beef!
The Garduña.
Hey, this wine is legal!
Nothing changes here.
Cut off his tongue.
- No, no, no!
- Come on!
-No!
- Come on!
Quickly, we have to burn everything!
Come on!
The maid.
Today.
- You asked to see me?
- I have fresh fish.
- We already have fish.
- Not like this.
It's tuna.
The lady's favourite.
- How do you know?
- I'm old.
Come closer.
I won't charge you for looking.
Which part is it?
The tastiest.
Teresa Pinelo!
They're reacting like animals.
Soon the whole city will be against them.
You were right.
Congratulations.
We're very sorry about what happened.
I want men for the convent.
The ship has to leave.
Make it easy.
Conrado first.
The women first.
You said I could ask
for anything I wanted.
That's what I want.
What's wrong?
What do they want?
- They want to leave.
- You can't.
- You have to wait.
- Wait?
- Until when?
- Until your passages are ready.
They should be ready now.
That's what you told me to tell them.
And they will be.
Soon.
If they killed Eugenia,
they can kill any of us.
They'll find out where we are.
We're close.
Convince them.
That's easy to say from a mansion.
I'll sleep there tonight.
With all of you.
And every night until you leave.
Here.
- I'll ask for a cot tomorrow.
- Don't bother.
Thank you, Catalina.
Sleep well.
You really have changed.
And I'm glad.
We're fed up.
We know who they are.
What do you want?
Collection day.
Why don't you talk?
What's wrong with your mouth?
Drop your weapons...
- Let me go!
- Don't move, bastard!
Stay there!
Let me go! Let go!
What are you doing?
No, no...
Forget the street
and the privileges you had.
His actions will have lasting effects.
They'll cost money.
You said to do something,
that you wouldn't sit around
like a councillor.
Street violence wasn't the answer.
It's not clever.
And what is clever?
With the state of emergency
Pontecorvo is untouchable.
No one is.
There must be a way.
Or will I have to do it?
Is that the mayor's wine?
We should taste it.
Is it good?
I'll find the way.
You'd better.
It's good!
But you play your part too.
He's burnt out and you know it.
Find someone else.
From now on I want you here.
For how long?
Get used to the country.
I don't want you in the city.
You know how long I'll stand that.
- How much?
- Nothing.
Come with me.
Someone wants to see you.
Who?
Keep going.
Don't use too much.
She's waiting for you.
You run the brothel.
They say you do it well.
My name is Baeza.
What sort of name is that?
- Where is he?
-Who?
- The one who said I do it well.
- He isn't coming.
So now I work for you?
For a woman?
A woman.
I know how to fix it.
I wanted to speak to Conrado.
- Fix what?
- The street. Make things like before.
Isn't that why you asked for me?
How?
The wine.
What about the wine?
Give it away.
One month, two.
As long as it takes.
You can afford it.
Taxes are so low.
You won't notice it.
They need it more than you.
They can lower taxes
but they need income.
They can't do this for long.
And if it doesn't work,
who pays me for the wine? You?
Me.
What sort of name is Baeza?
It's mine.
And yours?
Conrado was right.
You're very smart.
Come here.
Your hand.
The right one.
The line of luck.
Not everyone has it.
I don't need luck.
Why are you awake?
- What do you ask?
- God's mercy and yours.
May the Lord bring this to perfection.
- You now belong to God.
- Amen.
- What do you ask?
- God's mercy and yours.
May the Lord bring this to perfection.
You now belong to God.
Amen.
- What do you ask?
- God's mercy and yours.
May the Lord bring this to perfection.
- You now belong to God.
-Amen.
- What do you ask?
- Amen.
May the Lord bring this to perfection.
- You now belong to God.
- Amen.
Subtitles © SBS Australia 2020