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How have you been holding up, my little Sira?

What are you doing here?

Is that any way to greet your former fiancé?

I've come to see you.

Dry off and change your clothes, we need to talk.

What is it you want? And how did you get in here?

Can I know why you are spying on me?

Easy, Sira. Take it easy.

One question at a time. No need to stress.

Is it okay if I pour myself a drink?

You need to leave.

You have to get me out of your head.

I swear to you, I would love for nothing better than that.

But I can't do it, love.

I work for the security director at the Ministry of the Interior.

I'm in charge of watching outsiders that take up residence in Madrid

if there's evidence of intending to reside permanently.

-And how does that concern me? -Greatly.

From what I heard, you are now a Moroccan citizen. No?

What is it you want?

Change your clothing, or you will catch pneumonia.

Then I'd like to check your documents.

Don't close it completely.

Ignacio.

Passport.

Arish Agoriuq.

She has the same birthday as you. What a coincidence.

What might be the reason you are changing your nationality?

My passport was stolen.

And in the midst of war, I couldn't apply for a new one.

A friend got me Moroccan citizenship

to travel freely without any hassles.

And that name?

It's Tirhah.

A Berber dialect of the Rif tribes.

They thought it would be better to make it sound more Arab.

Arish Agoriuq.

And your boyfriend?

The one you left me for, I mean.

Is he not around?

My private life is no concern of yours.

What's the reason for your residence in Madrid?

To work.

Sewing, as I've always done.

-This is a sewing workshop. -Show it me.

Show me around your place.

This is my place.

I think you've crossed the line.

You will also track my undergarments?

I think that's enough.

Don't you take me for an idiot, Sira!

I know very well who concocted this front of a workshop.

This is no front.

The only thing I do here is work from 9 in the morning to 9 at night.

How are you involved with Minister Beigbeder?

He's a friend from my time in Tetuan.

He must be a very good friend for having spent the whole night in your house.

He's not my lover if that's what you're thinking.

I am no minister's mistress.

Beigbeder is a traitor, he sold out to the Brits.

You know what he is? Do you?

He's an idiot, obsessed over a British vixen.

I don't like the person you've become.

And who are you to judge me?

You think you're better for having spent your time in Africa during the war?

And here you are with all the trappings of a noblewoman?

I judge you on account of having loved you so much.

And even though you don't believe it, I wish only the best for you.

You care for no one but yourself, Sira.

Or are you interested to know what became of your loved ones after the war?

Have you thought of returning to your town to ask about them?

To know if there's anyone there who needs a hand?

I can tell you if you want me to.

For example, your neighbor, Norberto. Killed in Brunete.

His middle child,

he was executed by firing squad by the Nationals in Madrid.

The youngest is starving in prison.

And your friend Sole.

A conscript had twins with her before she disappeared.

You know what she's doing these days?

She prostitutes herself to the workers at Cebada Market.

Asking for one peseta for each man she serves there

-against the brick wall. -Ignacio, for the love of God, enough.

Your old boss, Ms. Manuela, she lost her workshop, last I heard.

She was fixing things

at a hardware store, on Aquila Street, or something like that.

-And Trini, you remember the baker? -Ignacio, enough.

Please, stop.

You cannot lecture me on morality.

Because if I am evil, you are much worse.

Nothing more than a selfish person.

I have to go now.

I fear you will not be free from me so easily.

You don't have to walk me to the door.

If we hurry back, you can both play this afternoon.

Okay.

Without any fear now.

If it doesn't go well the first time, then the second time it will. If not, then the third.

Sewing takes patience, and then more patience and then some more.

Drive, please.

Let's go somewhere else.

Miss Agoriuq?

-Yes, that's me. -Doctor Rico is waiting.

-Follow me, please. -Thank you.

Have a seat, please.

I don't have much time, so

I would appreciate you getting straight to the point.

Fine.

No, thanks.

Beigbeder came by to see me before getting sacked.

What?

I was very nervous, and I thought I...

Perhaps talking with me would give him peace of mind.

What did Beigbeder want from you?

He brought me some letters intended for Rosalinda.

I am certain you guys know how to get them to her.

We'll do it.

What's going to happen to him now?

We don't know yet.

Once they are free from an inconvenient minister

we suppose the pressure on Germany will increase.

This is why you should stay alert.

And be prepared for any contingency.

Be especially careful around suspicious people nearby.

And do not discount the possibility that you are being watched.

Something wrong?

You look nervous.

No, no.

It's just that Beigbeder visit threw me off, but...

I'm okay now. Really. Don't worry.

How goes your job at the workshop?

We are actually busy with a lot of orders.

There's a very important debutante's ball coming up.

We know. It's the debutante's ball for a high ranking Spaniard's daughter

with excellent contacts with the Germans.

Now more than ever you must be alert about the conversations your clientele is having.

The problem is I cannot cope well.

I don't have the time. I either take on fewer clients or hire more help sewing.

This debutante's ball is very important. Therefore, please hire someone trustworthy.

With no checkered past or political implications.

I leave it to your discretion.

If you need me, just follow the protocol.

What do you need, Miss?

-Sira? -Yes, Sira, Ms. Manuela.

Oh, Sira! My dear!

How good to see you, my dear!

But, how did you find me, my dear?

The hardware store you work at gave me your address.

-Oh, Sira. -I have so much to tell you.

I would let you inside, but...

-No, no. Don't worry about it. -I have nothing to offer you.

I have a taxi waiting for me downstairs.

I'll treat you to coffee and show you where I live.

That's sounds better. I'll go right away, dear.

Right away.

Have you heard anything about anyone from the workshop?

Paquita?

I haven't heard anything.

I lost touch with them a long time ago.

I wanted to ask you something.

Ask.

Would you like to come to my workshop to sew with me?

No, dear.

Come on, say you will. Just like old times.

My God.

How wonderful.

This is where we will sew.

It's too much too handle.

-Those are all the orders? -Yes.

There will be a debutante's ball, the girls are going crazy.

-They all want a new dress. -I can see that.

Hello, pretties.

What are your names?

I'm Dora, and she's my sister, Martina.

She is Ms. Manuela.

She taught me to sew when I was this tall.

Miss Sira tells me you sew very well.

Dora, from now on, you are in charge of preparing the sleeves,

Your sister will do cuffs.

This way if we organize our work with a bit of headway

we can go much faster.

From now on, I would like all the orders to go through me.

-This way, I can plan the week beforehand. -Very well.

How is our thread supply?

Normal.

Well then, one of us needs to go to Pontejos for more spools.

-Me! -Me!

Well, now, why so eager to rush out to the street?

What will Ms. Manuela think? That I'm some ogre to you?

No, Miss. We both just want to see if the handsome boy still works there.

-What handsome boy? -Some man in a car.

He spent the whole morning staring at the door.

-I think he likes Martina. -No.

Seems to me you've got a bunch of birds in your brains.

I don't want to hear of problems with boys.

From now on, if you see him you report it to me. Is that clear?

-Yes, Miss. -You are to not talk to him.

Do I make myself clear?

Well, then girls. Get to work.

What's going on, dear?

What's wrong?

Ignacio came by last night to see me.

What Ignacio? Your Ignacio?

Yes.

He now works for the Ministry.

And I think he's spying on me.

The man in the car the girls were talking about? It's true.

He's downstairs, and he won't take his eyes off the gate.

Why are they watching you?

I think it's because when I returned from Morocco

I had to come back with a new name and a Moroccan passport.

Ignacio thinks I'm up to something.

Are you?

Ms. Manuela, please.

I think he's hurt from what I did to him.

And now, he wants to get back at me.

You broke his heart, dear.

Anyways.

Sooner or later, he will get over it.

I think he will find out.

Or the man in the car will get tired of sitting there and will leave us alone.

Poor thing. Her nerves made her lose a lot of weight.

I will look horrible. I will be a laughing stock.

Sweetheart, don't say those things.

Alba. Alba, don't worry.

This can be easily solved, really.

This is silly. Come with me.

Alba, come to the mirror with me.

Don't stress, come on.

Let's see. What we will do is cut the strap, and

tuck it in.

And then, hold on to it,

we will stretch it here.

You will be so beautiful.

Martina, take her to Ms. Manuela so she can take some measurements.

And then have her change back. Go, you crybaby!

Wow, thank you so much. Really, I don't know how to repay you.

-No. -The poor thing was so distraught.

Do not worry. It's my duty.

It's just that she spent the whole year dreaming about her debutante's ball...

-Well, just like us when we turned 18. -Of course.

If only we could be her age again.

Tell me about it.

Now that I think about it.

Why don't you come to the ball?

Inviting you is the least I could do to thank you.

No, no, no. Really, it's fine. It was no big deal.

Please say you can come. I would be a pleasure to talk with you.

Come in.

Excuse me, Miss. Ms. Manuela sends a message.

She says she is sick and will remain in bed.

She will not be able to work tomorrow.

My God.

But she looked perfectly fine today when she left.

-All right. Thank you. -Good evening, Miss.

Good evening.

Invited to the debutante's ball. Precise instructions.

-Hello. -Sira, what a surprise.

I heard you felt sick.

-How are you doing? -Oh, yes, yes.

Yesterday, when I left work I felt really sick.

-But, I'm okay now, as you can see. -Happy to hear that.

Thanks for your concern. I'll see you tomorrow.

Can I come in for a moment?

I need to talk with you.

Yes, come in dear. Come in.

I have nothing to offer you.

What if we talk tomorrow instead?

It's just that this house is not as comfortable and it's more humble than I'd like it to be.

That's precisely what I came to talk to you about.

Okay.

I had an exchange with the landlady.

She tells me you have to leave as soon as possible.

Pay her no mind.

That woman barks all day, but doesn't bite.

Come in, dear.

But you have no need to live here.

My workshop is huge.

We could both live comfortably together.

If you insist on it, I can even charge you a symbolic rent.

You are very generous dear, and I am grateful, but the answer is no.

Think of the time you'll save having to find a new place.

Stop insisting. I don't want to be a bother to you.

But you wouldn't be a bother.

And to tell you the truth, I also...

I am also feeling a bit lonely.

I'm sorry, dear.

Is there someone else here?

Who else would be here?

What's going on?

Don't ask, my dear. I'm telling you for your own good.

Ms. Manuela, please tell me.

Whatever it is, I can help you.

Okay, come.

Paquita?

Sira?

Sira.

Paquita! Paquita!

-How are you, Paqui? -Good.

I got a bit caught up in the cold.

She spent the whole day feverish. That's why I couldn't come to work.

I have to take care of her.

I'm fine. It will come to pass soon.

And you, without a doubt, are very beautiful.

Mother of beautiful love.

I almost didn't recognize you.

How are you?

-And Ramiro? And Tangier? -Very good.

-I'll tell you everything soon. -Good.

Sira is now our accomplice.

Welcome to the river.

I'll make us a soup.

Wow, Sira, how are you? Talk to me.

I thought I'd never see you again.

-And look. -Look.

Look.

She's so small.

And Emilio? How's he doing?

Emilio is dead, Sira.

They gave him a head injury. He died in my arms.

I'm so sorry.

I deserted the next day.

We were going to lose the war either way.

And even if it wasn't that way...

...if Emilio's death taught me anything at all

dying for your ideals is not worth it.

Look.

He's so handsome.

It's hard enough losing a father.

I couldn't let my son be a total orphan.

You have a son?

-I didn't know. -I do.

Look.

I was pregnant when you left.

It's a boy. Look here.

His name is Elias.

He's the dearest thing in the world to me.

Of course.

He would not have separated from us.

If we hadn't gone forward.

Had we not marched away from Spain.

But we had no money, Sira.

Emilio wanted to stand up and fight.

We couldn't do anything else.

We left him in Madrid during the war

with my in-laws, Emilio's brother and his wife.

They had two kids

they didn't care to take care of him.

When Emilio died

I returned to get him, and

they refused to return him to me, Sira.

According to them,

Elias has not future with me.

I think that somehow...

They hold me responsible for the death of their brother.

They say

they would turn me in to the Nationals sooner than I could take my child back.

Paqui.

Paqui, Paqui.

I'm going to help you.

I'm going to help you now.

Chamomile, please.

Handing over the bag once from your left hand would have sufficed.

Well, it is the first time you request a meeting.

What happened?

I sent a message through the usual channels.

I managed to get the woman in charge of organizing

to invite me to the debutantes' ball. They thought maybe I'd want to go,

and I said I would.

Well done.

Your attendance there is very good news indeed.

I will discuss this with my superiors and we will give you further instructions.

But that's not the reason you called me here, was it?

No.

It's a personal matter.

Someone I know is in trouble.

Sira, I warned you to avoid contacting people from your past.

It was an unexpected encounter, seriously.

I'm sorry, but we can't help you with that.

Okay, but... you could still do something for me, at least some advice?

-She's my friend. I need you to help her. -Furthermore I must advise you

to not get involved in any matters not related to your assigned mission.

I've done everything you've asked me to do so far.

-All I ask is for one favor in return. -Quit insisting, Sira.

Sira...

It might not seem like it...

but all the information you relay to us day by day from your workshop

is vital for the sake of so many people.

Thanks to collaborators such as yourself,

we have the opportunity to save many lives.

For the sake of changing the destiny of Europe.

I cannot risk compromising everything we have done so far

just to help out one person regardless of how good a friend she is.

If you think this through, you will see I am right.

We will meet again at the ball to give you your instructions.

Yes? Can I help you?

Good afternoon. I was a friend of Emilio.

I wanted to say I am very sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

I am also his widow's friend, Paquita.

Eduardo.

Hello.

Elias, you can't be here.

Go play with your cousins, go.

A friend of Paquita is visiting.

You are taking care of her son, right?

They left him to us while they went to fight the frontlines.

This is a family matter. What concern is our mourning to you?

Paquita dares not to come back to speak to you.

I believe you threatened to turn her in to the police.

We are not proud of doing that, but we had to do what we could to protect Elias.

Remember he was my brother's child as well.

Shouldn't a mother be with her child?

His mother and my brother fought for the Communists.

Do you really think everything will be rosy with a past like that?

Look, I'm not saying she will be caught tomorrow, or next week,

but we do know it's only a matter of time.

Someday the regime will want to settle accounts with her.

What would become of my nephew then?

Don't you think returning her child to her would be irresponsible?

Please, miss.

Did you get my letter?

Yes, I received it at the Ministry's reception desk.

No, thanks.

What do you want from me, Sira?

First and foremost, to apologize.

We exchanged unpleasant words the other day at my house.

You're right.

Thanks for calling me.

Because if you can be upfront with me and tell me what trouble you're in,

we can save ourselves a lot of time.

No, I'm not in any trouble.

I run a sewing workshop. That's all.

Then why did you make me come here?

Did you feel like reminiscing about the good old days, perhaps?

No.

I need your help with an urgent matter.

Someone who once was a Communist.

Do you know how many people

call me asking for help? Everyone has the same sob story.

Only because I work as an administrator.

If you're a part of the regime.

I only do what I am told,

and I bust my hump only to support my family.

You have a family?

I didn't know.

Wife and two kids.

Amalia, Ignacio and Miguel.

And you know what else?

I never loved her as much as I loved you, Sira.

Her ass doesn't sway with the grace yours does when she walks.

But she always wears a happy face in times of trouble.

And she holds me at night when I have nightmares.

I'm so sorry.

Who is it you want to help?

I can't tell you.

Is it for Ramiro? Are you still with that shameless bastard?

Ramiro left me.

-I found out shortly after he was killed. -I don't believe you.

-You're still with him, aren't you? -No.

So for what, then? Some other lover of yours?

Never mind. I thought in spite of everything

I could confide in you, but it looks like I'm mistaken.

It's not in your best interest to get cute with me.

You know I could have you arrested, have them turn your Moroccan passport

into a wet pile of paper, and have you blindfolded and deported.

Your little friend Beigbeder no longer works for the government.

You have no sponsor.

Beigbeder is not there,

but I have contacts you can't even begin to imagine.

The clients I sew for have very powerful husbands.

I can have political asylum in a half dozen countries, including Germany.

If you're so sure of that, why are you shaking?

-Good afternoon, Ms. Arish. -Excuse me, Ms. Elvira.

-Who was that man you were talking to? -Actually I don't know.

He asked me if I knew someone. He must be confused.

-But he was looking for someone? -I don't know, some woman

with the last name Quiroga.

I just told him only your workshop is on that floor.

Pardon me, Ms. Arish, but I'm in a hurry.

-Goodbye, good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

Oh, dear. We are worn out.

All the clients came by this afternoon to find dresses for their daughters.

Girls, why don't you go into the kitchen

and make us two nice glasses of sugar water?

How did it go?

Fatal.

-Oh, my. -You were right.

If Ignacio had gone the day before,

that man spying my door all day wouldn't be there.

And I'm sorry about Paquita.

Because I don't know what else to do.

Sira, wait. We can still do something.

The possibility of success is remote, but--

What?

Do you remember that girl who had rapid weight-loss problems?

-Yes, yes. Alba, the debutante girl. -Yes.

-Yes, her mother invited me to the ball. -That's it. They were here this afternoon.

And we were chatting for a long time.

Well, it turns out her father is a bigwig at the Ministry of Justice.

Something along the lines of the minister's right-hand man.

Could you find Paquita's permanent records?

That favor is a bit complicated

-for someone who is unknown. -I know, but... we have no other choice.

You're right.

There's nothing else we could do.

Try my dear. Try.

Don't worry.

-Are you listening to me, Sira? -Yes, yes. I'm sorry.

I said, we will need your full concentration

during the debutantes' ball.

And you will have it, don't worry.

Okay. Listen up.

You must remember this name:

Manuel Da Silva.

Who is he?

A Portuguese entrepreneur.

He conducts business with many of your clients' husbands.

That's all you have to know.

We are counting on you.

Don't disappoint us.

Miss Agoriuq. I'm so happy you could come.

-Thank you so much for inviting me. -Please. It's the least I could do.

Alba looks so beautiful in her dress.

And you were right, the mend is unnoticeable.

I'm so happy to hear she is content, because I think I need to ask you

to go above and beyond for me. I need a favor.

Of course. Just ask.

Actually, I think it is your husband who can help me.

I hear he is a high-ranking official at the Ministry of Justice.

I'm falling apart with shame to ask you this, but...

I have a friend with a complicated past.

Okay, I understand.

My husband is usually very understanding.

It's best if you speak to him directly.

-Let me introduce him to you. -Thank you so much.

Don't mention it. But let's hurry.

He is actually here briefly to see his daughter.

Tonight he has to travel with the Ministry to Germany.

-Wait here. I'll find him. -Okay.

Ladies and gentlemen...

It is time to present the charming young lady,

for today is the day of her debut into society.

Miss Alba Maria Moreira Arias de Villena.

Miss Agoriuq, she's so beautiful.

Thank you so much. So are you.

-Yes. The dress fits marvelously. -I'm so happy to hear it.

The girls are so beautiful. And so are their dresses.

-They're so lovely. -Miss Ingrid Von Goethe.

Miss Elena Gracia Saenz Lopez Arrocha.

Desiree Presendau.

So beautiful!

Where will you be spending your vacation this summer?

We were thinking of going to Switzerland.

Or we might go to Estoril. My husband's colleague is Portuguese,

-and he says it's quite a marvel. -Excuse me.

His name is Manuel Da Silva.

Oh, he has business ventures with my husband, too.

-Is that so? Interesting. -Indeed.

-Did you say Manuel Da Silva? -You know him?

Well, I'm not sure.

It's just that all Portuguese names sound alike to me.

If you knew him, you wouldn't forget. He is so handsome.

May our husbands forgive us.

-He's that handsome? -He is a total seduction.

Tell me everything you know about him.

You can go, girls, or you'll fall asleep on your feet.

I will wait for Miss.

-See you tomorrow, Ms. Manuela. -Good night.

Rest well.

I'm so sorry. I was talking with some customers and I almost forgot.

-Tell me your husband hasn't left. -I'm sorry, dear, but he had to leave.

He did everything possible to see Alba, but he couldn't wait any longer.

Pardon the indiscretion, but will he return soon?

He'll be out for several weeks.

Really, I'm so sorry.

Thank you anyways.

Ms. Manuela.

Dear, you've returned?

I thought you went home.

Oh, no, dear. I was so worried.

What about the girl's father?

Were you able to convince him to help us?

I couldn't even get the chance to talk to him.

-I tried, but... -But?

No. I couldn't do it.

I think it's better to leave it the way it is.

But what will we tell Paquita?

I don't know.

We will go to her tomorrow evening.

Please, head on home. Take the day off tomorrow.

It will do us all some good.

I put the ledgers in your house.

You have some interesting patrons.

You think?

Seriously, they have neither heads nor feet.

Those are some experiments I am working on.

Do you know about the surrealists?

I am not using them to make dresses, really.

-I just drew them for entertainment. -Whatever you say, dear.

Someone sent bonbons.

Again.

How kind of them.

They might be from a client.

-As a token of gratitude. -Okay.

We must be doing something really well, because many boxes have been arriving.

You're late.

I took some extra turns.

I wanted to make sure no one followed me here.

Any reason to suspect you're being followed?

You advised me to take precautions...

Well done. I'm cautious too.

A consultation with Dr. Rico is best, but best not to tempt fate.

How was the--?

How was the ball?

I gathered information about Da Silva.

Most importantly, he will arrive in Madrid.

When?

Soon.

I wrote everything down in a notebook, so I won't forget anything.

Enough. There's nothing more to talk about.

-But I paid up everything I was behind on. -Yes, but it's not about that.

I promised this floor to some relatives.

I warned you to clear out at the end of the month.

Yes, I know. But I just need a little more time.

It's just not possible.

Let's get some things clear.

You honestly think I don't know about the person you are hiding?

-Don't you try to deny it. -What?

My room shares a wall with your house.

You tell me you live alone.

But whenever you're not home, I hear noises.

-Is there a problem here? -None.

I don't want to know what's going on and I don't want to invite trouble.

If you do not clear out the apartment tomorrow,

I will call the police.

Manuela.

What are we going to do now?

You have to leave here as soon as possible.

I wouldn't bet one hair that woman will keep her mouth shut.

We are not going to wait until tomorrow.

All three of us will leave for my house tonight.

Excuse me? Do you have a light?

Thanks.

Miss Agoriuq, what a coincidence. I was planning to call you this very week.

It's a pleasure to see you again. But what do you need to call me about?

No, no. Absolutely not.

It's on behalf of my husband. It turns out the minister is ill,

and they have to make alternative travel plans.

They will be back in Madrid sooner than expected.

Do you still need my husband's help for your friend?

Why don't we sit at a table?

I'd love to treat you to an appetizer.

-As you wish. -Please.

Ms. Manuela, I have good news.

By stroke of luck, I...

Really?

Do tell, Sira. What is this good news you bring?

Come on, girls.

What's wrong, Sira? Cat's got your tongue?

What are you doing back here?

I'm sorry, Sira, my dear,

but I warned you that my ministry would get to the bottom of what you're up to.

Your ministry?

At least recognize that this is a personal matter.

What do you want?

-You want me to re-register the workshop? -No. It's not necessary.

Coming with me to the police station will suffice.

She has nothing to say.

Hello, Ignacio.

Paquita. How are you doing, woman?

I imagined with that Communist husband of yours,

you'd be in jail, or worse.

He died in the war.

And I was not arrested, thanks to Ms. Manuela and Sira.

Was Paquita the person you wanted me to help?

Yes.

Why didn't you say so?

Because I was scared.

In case you were wondering.

Paquita needs to have her permanent record cleared,

and will need new papers to get her son back.

Are you seriously gambling away your cushy lifestyle for her?

The other day you accused me of being selfish.

And you know what?

You're right.

You are absolutely right.

But I might be just in time to help the people I really care about.

You, too. Please, help us.

The only thing I can do is look the other way.

Paquita,

you have 24 hours to leave Madrid.

But if you stay here, I have to arrest you.

And both of you as well. For harboring a fugitive.

I'm sorry.

This will just be temporary. I promise.

Paqui...

Paqui, listen to me.

We will keep fighting.

I will talk to the husband of my new client.

Look, I will shake the heavens and the earth,

and if necessary, I will speak with Franco himself. You will get Elias back.

Okay?

Take this for your trip. It will come in handy.

Go now, Paquita.

Let's go downstairs. The taxi is waiting.

I cannot leave without him.

I cannot.

My boy is all I have left.

Who gave you permission to walk inside my house?

Paquita is still here.

She will not leave without her son.

I warned you all I would have to arrest her.

Well, if you arrest her, you'll have to arrest me, too.

And me.

Do what you have to do, Ignacio.

In case you had the slightest doubt.

-It's her permanent record. -Her record.

I would burn it as soon as possible if I were you.

Your new papers, Paquita.

Thank you.

Ignacio. Ignacio, wait.

Don't read it. I don't care. It will disappear.

Paquita, it's done.

Mom!

I am not accustomed to disobedience.

I trust you will not lie to me again.

I won't happen again, I promise.

I take it your friend's dilemma has been resolved?

Yes.

Everything turned out well.

It was the first thing Rosalinda warned me about you.

You are very loyal to your friends.

It's your weak spot.

Is there something wrong with that?

I'm my world, loyalty is a double-edged sword.

I hope that your big heart doesn't cause your downfall.

I don't have much time.

It's my day off, and I'd like to spend it with my family.

I understand. Don't worry.

Thank you so much.

Everything you've done means a lot to me.

I did it for Paquita, not for you.

She has always been good to me.

She introduced us at the party. Remember?

Of course I remember.

It seems like such a lifetime ago.

That's because it was a lifetime ago.

-I have to go. -Hold on a moment.

I have something to tell you...

about what became of us.

I want you to know that my sin was also my penance.

If you had the slightest doubt.

And go with the peace of mind...

that I believe I am paying by having to live with what I did to you.

And above all I want you to know that I was wrong.

Ramiro was not even half the man that you are.

But I was a little girl.

I didn't know how to cherish what I had.

I don't know how to tell you this.

Because there's not words for it.

But...

for what it's worth...

forgive me.

Thank you.

I won't bother you again, I promise.

Does this mean that you will tell that man to stop spying on me?

I don't know what you're talking about.

The man in a car outside my gate that doesn't stop spying on me.

Sira, I never sent anyone to spy on you, I assure you.

I have to go.

Goodbye, Sira.

Goodbye.

May I ask what is going on here?

I told you, I don't know.

Look.

When I was in Tetuan, I got to know very important people,

and I was inspired to come to Madrid to start this workshop.

What for?

To learn information on what the Germans are doing in Spain.

I then pass that information down to the British.

They don't want Spain to have war again.

I'm so sorry for not telling you.

But I couldn't.

If you want to leave, I will understand.

I'm with you, my dear.

Who's spying on us?