Vida privada - First Season

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PREVIOUSLY

Don't you have money? You just sold the tapestry.

I'll never give you the money. Never!

We had a deal. I will not be blackmailed.

Don't miss the point, baron. Money is just an excuse.

What I delight in is...

to be able to annihilate someone like you.

Have you met before? Guillem De Lloberola.

-Baroness of Falset. -It's a pleasure, baroness.

I can't ask you to love me, but at least keep up the appearances.

What are you doing?

I'm the first born and, as little as I may be, I'm the only heir.

Liar! You're a pig and a liar!

-How could you? -I'll give everything back to you!

PRIVATE LIFE

BARCELONA, MAY 1931

GREAT ACT OF REPUBLICAN AFFIRMATION

...government representation of the USA.

Today the Spanish Republic

is joining the great republican family to which all American nations belong.

Tomàs, are you all right?

That's odd.

The priest is never late.

Don't worry.

He'll be here any minute.

He's always on time.

-See? Here he is. -May the Lord be praised.

Excuse the delay, marquis, marchioness.

-What happened, father? -The nuns of our convent, marquis.

-What's wrong? -I was delayed trying to soothe them

and to keep panic from spreading.

-Why? -A bunch of unscrupulous men

arsoned some religious buildings.

-What? -Some were injured and even dead, Sir.

Centenarian libraries were floored and many Zurbaran paintings burnt.

-My goodness! -But the worst part, the most sinister,

was at the San Fernando convent,

where the tombs of the nuns were desecrated before the arson.

-Sacrilegious! -The bodies were thrown

-into the street bonfires. -Assassins!

-That's what they are! -Tomàs, please... your heart...

Damn the Republic!

May they all get killed...

and end up in hell!

Tomàs! Tomàs! Tomàs!

Tomàs! Tomàs!

Tomàs... Please don't leave!

Don't leave me!

Tomàs! Tomàs!

Tomàs, don't leave me...

Per istam sanctam unctionem

et suam piissimam misericordiam...

indulgeat Tibi Dominus...

quiquid delisquisti.

Amen.

The Republic's killed him.

In the name of God, I, Tomàs De Lloberola i Serradell,

seventh marquis of Sitjà, fourth of Vallromana,

born in Barcelona, married and of legal age,

legitimate son of Joaquim De Lloberola and Maria de Serradell, both deceased,

being in good health and with full physical and intellectual faculties,

am fully able to bequeath and issue

my last will and testament in the following terms.

Guillem, right?

To my son Guillem De Lloberola, I leave...

my grandfather's gold watch.

To my wife, Leocàdia,

all furniture and personal belongings

so that she sells them and, with the proceedings,

may live the rest of her life in a closed convent.

To my eldest son Frederic, I bequeath...

all the family lands.

Finally, to my confessor and dear friend Monsignor Claramunt,

I bequeath 150.000 pesetas

so as to manage and invest them at his will

in deeds suitable to his holy order.

-Is that it? -Yes.

He's left me land leased for 100 years that not even my daughter will sell?

-Come, mother. -It's your father's last will.

So shameful! May the old bag be cursed!

-Calm down, please. -How can I?

This document is an abusive crime

of a profiteering priest who tricked my father!

-Let's go, I don't want you to hear it. -Shut up!

Hypocrite liar!

This is my money! Mine! I am the firstborn!

-Easy, my mother will take care... -Your mother won't humiliate me!

Leave me alone! All of you!

Such a shameful family!

If you have no money to divorce, how can we plan to marry?

You're right. We can't get married.

But we can live together.

Nothing wrong with it anymore.

That's what this damn Republic is all about, right?

And where would we live?

Here.

Yes...

I'd help you with the business.

Really?

What would you do?

-Let the clients in, for instance. -Sure...

Your friends from the Cercle would love if you undressed them.

Or do you mean their daughters, who come to get rid of their babies?

Rosa, please... No.

Please, don't...

We can be happy.

We love each other.

Yesterday you needed to know what your father's legacy was

to get divorced and marry me.

But today the money and the wedding don't seem to matter

-because love is above everything else. -Yes.

Well, it is.

Years ago, you renounced our love for money.

Now I'm going to do the same.

Sorry, Frederic, I don't need a poor man to support.

Don't forget I am a Lloberola.

A Lloberola!

That's right!

A poor man with no way out

who needs to live at the expense of others.

All right, all right.

I don't need you.

I don't want to spend the rest of my life living...

in this apartment.

And look at you.

Look at you, please. Nobody wants to pay to be with you.

How about you?

You look more and more like your father, a pathetic impotent man.

You'll never see me again.

I'm leaving this damned city!

-Really? Where will you go? -To the Lloberola's castle.

My castle!

My castle!

Here you are, 28,000 pesetas. We'll pick up the rest tomorrow.

Believe me, Mr. De Lloberola, it's a good deal.

Sure, sure... Thanks and have a good day.

Good day.

Here, mother.

This will cover your upkeep in the convent.

Hurry up, the taxi is waiting.

Bye, mother, take care.

You aren't coming with me?

Sorry, mother, I have a business meeting.

Will you visit me?

This way, Mr. De Lloberola.

It's a large room, with a lot of light

with a visitors' room attached to it.

The best you can find at this price.

-Here, you dropped it. -Thanks, but it isn't mine.

-I'm sorry, I thought... -Must be someone else's.

Have we met?

Yes, baroness. I'm Guillem De Lloberola.

-We met at Ms. Hortènsia's. -Yes, I remember.

Over a year ago...

I won't forget that day.

Hell...

-What are you doing? -Following you.

Why haven't you introduced yourself?

You'd rather not be recognized.

I don't get you.

I thought, being as popular as you are, that you would like to meet a man

who not only didn't know you, but also...

mistook you for a...

you know, a whore.

I'm sorry if I've offended you, baroness.

I can assure you that my intention, my daring, was out of...

charity.

I mean... everyone sees you as the baron's widow,

untouchable and distinguished.

Perhaps my wild imagination made me think you're probably bored

of being treated like this at all times.

Who wouldn't want a role other than the one life's given us?

It'd be fun to be a pirate for a while,

or Napoleon, or Cleopatra, or a pregnant virgin...

or a woman you'd buy for 50 pesetas!

-That does sound imaginative! -I'm sorry, baroness.

-Did I hurt your feelings? -No. Not really.

I simply find you to be...

extremely original.

Aren't we all, baroness?

Goodbye, Mr. De Lloberola.

Goodbye, baroness.

Not now, Ms. Eulàlia, I'm busy.

It's me, uncle. Maria Lluïsa. Open the door, please.

Uncle, help me!

Don't worry, dear. Everything will be alright.

What's up?

I don't want to end up like mother.

I don't want to be married to any odd sod...

but grandma says it's about time I get a suitor.

-Would that be so terrible? -Of course!

I don't want to be supported.

I want to be independent and fend for myself.

Uncle, please help me find a job.

-A job? -Don't look at me like that.

Things have changed.

Things are different.

The new Constitution's about to be proclaimed.

How do you know it?