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THE LADY'S COMPANION

LESSON 5: STAY TRUE TO YOUR LADY

To make sense of this moment,

let's rewind our love story all the way back to 12 hours ago...

...when our hero was leaving work, completely unaware he was being watched.

Santiago!

Miss Bianda.

Do you really need a bicycle? You walk so fast.

Well, with those legs, I mean...

Oh, wow. So you're here to talk about my legs?

No. To talk about what you said to Cristina.

- Have you lost your mind? - Not at all. I was just being honest.

What did you think? That I'd just stay quiet?

And accept the trap you and Cristina set up for me?

Santiago!

I admit that it wasn't fair to you, okay?

It wasn't fair to the three of us. You're lucky I didn't tell Cristina

who I have feelings for, and you also know why I held back.

- I don't, actually. - You're trying to make me say it?

No, I'm not trying anything.

You kissed me.

- Why do you think it's such a big deal? - 'Cause it is.

No, it isn't. It was, uh, an impulse.

I barely even remember it.

So you won't mind if I kiss you again?

And I'm the coward?

Don't you understand what would happen if Cristina found out?

Do you understand that if she did, I'd lose the only family I have?

You'd have a place to live, wouldn't you? I wouldn't.

If Cristina learns it, and it gets out, I'd never be able to work again.

I'm sorry.

Promise me you won't say anything.

I promise.

But I can't promise that my feelings for you are just going to disappear.

Or that yours will.

I already said I don't have feelings for you anyway. You swear?

You swear?

I'm such an idiot!

Why does he always have the last word?

Any news this morning?

I have been following Santiago, and there's no trace of another woman.

I told you.

Miss Bianda is the worst private investigator you could find.

Why don't you use an expert in the field?

Would you mind letting the grown-ups talk about grown-up things, Carlota?

As you wish.

Just keep in mind that... my offer won't expire.

Miss Bianda, so have you been praying for salvation this novena?

It's a waste of time.

- I'm already doomed. - I hope you're amused, sister.

Well, sister, sending Miss Bianda

to spy on Santiago is crazy and rather amusing.

What if Santiago's relationship with "the other" is different?

Different? Different how?

Well, maybe it's by letter.

- What if the other doesn't live here and-- - Miss Cristina, stop overthinking it.

I can't lose him. I need to know who the other woman is.

THE OTHER WOMAN

As a matter of fact,

we're leaving.

Miss Cristina, I think this is getting out of hand.

I'm sure there's a clue to who my enemy is at his place.

"The other," now "the enemy."

THE ENEMY

I wonder what's next.

Elena.

I'm going to find her. Even if I have to go into the lion's den.

But how will you get in? Mr. Torres isn't home, right?

Excuse me, Juana. We were just getting some pastries at the café,

and... I spilled my tea.

I messed up my clothes.

Let's get you to the boudoir, my dear.

Mm, I don't want to bother you. I can go myself.

Uh, Doña Juana, would you be so kind as to give me a glass of water?

I have a tickle in my throat.

You know what? I was pretty sure you'd come to talk to my Santi.

Especially considering what happened the last time you were here.

I mean, uh...

This kiss.

What are you looking for?

- Me? Nothing. - What's the matter?

I don't want Miss Cristina to hear this.

- You're looking for cash? - I'm not a gold digger, Doña Juana.

- Why did you kiss him, then? - He kissed me.

Shh!

You don't want Cristina to hear that.

I've already told him, all right? I am not interested.

- Well, he can't get you out of his mind. - Because he's stubborn.

Yes, he's stubborn, yes.

- And a know-it-all. - That too. He is. Absolutely.

Stop deflecting!

If you're not interested, just talk to him.

Let's put an end to this nonsense once and for all.

Great.

But the stain's still there, my child.

That is why it's probably best if we just head back home.

But thanks anyway, Juana. You're a sweetheart.

- Shall we go, Miss Bianda? - Let's go.

There were no letters. But...

It's that woman's. I'm sure of it.

- I'm not a coward! - Then prove it!

It's yours.

I must've left it the other day.

When you went to go find out why he didn't ask me out on a date.

I think I'm getting obsessed with all this.

But if I lose Santiago, we'll be alone.

No, you won't.

I assure you.

I will not let that happen.

Santiago is stubborn, but so am I.

I just found the perfect way to dissuade him.

Miss Casas.

I asked which room you were in.

I brought you this.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

So tell me, what brings you here?

Uh, you seemed very melancholic the other day.

I wanted to make sure that you were all right.

- May I? - Please do.

Excuse me.

Gabriel!

Gabriel, it's me.

It's urgent.

- Alicia, wait here for a minute. - Mm-hmm.

Don't worry.

It's okay.

- Hi. - Hi.

I know we haven't talked in a few days, but I need a favor.

- Do you remember Mr. Torres? - Yes, the scribbler, yes.

He's undecided about Cristina Mencía.

He has feelings for you, obviously. So that's why.

He'll change his mind if he sees us together.

Well, hello, Elena.

- It's not what you think. - No, it's much worse.

I know your secret.

You're messing around with your lady's former suitor.

- Thank goodness she didn't hear it all. - Look at me. Come on.

Gabriel and I are old friends.

You think I'd hide that from Cristina? She's more understanding than your lady.

My former lady. Thanks to you, they fired me.

I didn't slap Alba. If you hadn't, you'd still have a job.

You drove me to it.

Don Pedro nearly fired me because of your scheming with Angustias.

I want your job.

And I'll do whatever it takes until I get it.

Inés.

What on earth is that thing?

It's a package for Miss Carlota.

Carlota? Here, I'll give it to her.

Miss, I have a lot of things to do.

All right. Straight ahead.

Straight ahead.

Carlota!

Carlota!

- What's wrong? - "What's wrong?"

Your jokes are wrong, and they're not funny!

This package was addressed to you.

- To me? - Yes, to you.

Sorry to say, I'm not behind this stroke of genius.

Stop that.

"The Zapico family are pleased to invite Miss Carlota Mencía

to a séance presided over by the renowned medium Carmen Soler."

Carmen Soler?

Sara, can you keep reading? I can't.

"This invitation is hereby extended to the whole family."

"Join us for a rather scary night."

- Carlota, are you all right? - No! I'm almost falling apart.

They've invited me. Me! I'm gonna meet Carmen Soler,

the most charismatic and powerful medium out there.

She's connected with spirits of Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer,

Benjamin Franklin, Christopher Columbus...

If you ask me, you're too young to go. You're way too impressionable.

It's a little too late to be worrying about that, don't you think?

That can only be answered by one person.

MARRIAGE OF FRENCH AND SPANISH ARISTOCRACY

That bastard.

Father!

Yes, girls?

The Zapicos have invited Miss Carlota and the rest of the family

to a séance, Don Pedro.

- Can we go? Please, Father? Please. - Hmm.

Well, I have a business dinner, but Miss Bianda can accompany you.

And that way, Cristina, you can see Santiago.

That easy? Weird. We usually have to beg a little more.

This will be the happiest night of my life.

Carmen Soler is a celebrity around here.

- I wonder if it made it into the news. - Hey!

I'll be quick, Father.

Why that face, Carlota?

There's... no news on... Carmen.

You barely opened it. Come on.

- You were right. There's nothing. - What's the matter?

Can you leave the newspaper--

He's engaged.

Eduardo's engaged.

The lady comes from a noble family in France.

A young duchess.

She's beautiful. Who knows how long the two of them have been engaged.

Don't get me wrong. I'm crying because my pride is hurt.

But I'm not heartbroken.

No need to pretend with me.

Talk to Esther. Have her invite Santiago tonight.

He'll be my husband one day.

And we will be a much happier couple than these two dorks.

It's going to be a busy night.

What an annoying little damn box.

Lázaro, blasphemies are for the private booths in cafés.

This is an extraordinary flight of the imagination, don't you think?

- You didn't open it. - "Make contact with your loved ones."

Well, you have never liked pranks, son. You're just a grump.

Like your father, may he rest in peace.

He was always grumbling about this and that.

I was the only one who could get a smile out of that miserable man.

I'm the only fun person in this house.

I've been wanting to attend one of these séances for months on end.

This could be my chance to finally make contact with my cousin.

Mother, we have to celebrate life, not death.

What you talking about?

Are you saying you're not going to the séance with me?

Of course I'm going. The Zapicos have an excellent wine cellar.

You heard my son, Adelita.

If you want to take the night off--

And miss a unique spectacle? That's unthinkable. Adela has to come.

Hey, leave the girl alone. For once, she can have some time off.

- We shouldn't force her. - Ah.

Well, it's not like I have anything better to do.

That makes three of us.

- Mm. - If you'll excuse me.

The Bellis perennis are ready for your room.

And here's a small present for you.

- A gift? - Mm-hmm.

- For me? - Mm-hmm.

Ever since you scolded my son, he's been a different man.

Perhaps you have more powers than Carmen Soler herself.

I just love it all, Mother. The flowers, the candles. Everything!

- I chose the colors you wanted. See? - Yes, I saw that.

It's a shame we didn't get to see how everyone reacted to the invitation.

Here.

This is the seating arrangement around the Ouija board.

But, uh... Mother, you want me to sit with Mr. Monsalve?

Of course! Maybe all the scares will draw you closer.

Don't you think that's a wonderful idea?

It's a bit daring. It might be too soon, you know?

Yes, Mother. I think Josefina's right. I think it might be too soon.

Hey, don't act so innocent. Come on. Okay? I'm not your father.

Here. Take care of this. I'll go check on the banquet.

You could've insisted a little harder.

Oh, now it's my fault?

I wasn't the one with the crude strategy of using Daniel to stir up jealousy.

Crude? Maybe. But definitely effective.

Wait, someone could see us.

- Stop. - No one will see us.

- You are driving me crazy. - Well, that makes two of us.

We have to get rid of Mr. Monsalve.

Mm-hmm.

If you're about to scold me on the color--

This time, it's most appropriate.

I wouldn't go to a séance dressed any other way.

Your mother would be so proud of you.

I've watched your sisters entering social life, and I must confess,

I'll miss you the most, Carlota.

Because you'll stay here alone.

Because you'll stop pestering me with your pranks!

Don't even think about doing pranks there.

Don't disgrace the Mencía name. You better... save them for here.

- I don't get your indifference. - Carlota, spirits do not exist.

Say that to Darwin's representative on earth.

Miss Bianda, what do you think?

Well, I'm not sure, really.

There are people who try to make money out of people's beliefs--

Carmen Soler is different.

You don't know what she's capable of.

How can you be so sure?

Because she lives between two worlds. The spiritual and the material.

Her perception and sensitivity are heightened beyond normal.

One look into your eyes, and she sees your soul.

Carmen Soler is one of a kind.

Our lives will be changed forever.

You'll see.

The Mencía girls!

My guest of honor.

Are you looking forward to meeting Mrs. Soler?

I'm also dying to hear the details of your wonderful creation.

I knew you'd appreciate my creativity.

By the way, I told my father to ask Santiago to write an article.

So you'll meet him fortuitously.

That floozy can't steal him if we can help it.

FLOOZY

So next was "floozy." Sure. I think I preferred "the other."

Esther, dear, come with me. I'd like to talk to your suitor.

- Mr. Monsalve. - Yeah. Yeah.

- Excuse me. - Oh.

Mrs. De Orbe.

It's too early in the night for you to choke to death.

Is this your first séance?

Mm-hmm. I know they're all the rage, but I'm unfazed by it.

- I have nerves of steel. - Ah!

I'm not convinced.

I say that because

I find the unseen world fascinating, but I'm really scared by it.

Well, don't worry. I know we'll be sitting together,

so if you get scared, I can calm you down.

I can't believe Esther managed to book Carmen Soler.

She's so sought-after.

They say it gets so shocking that people pass out.

The scary ones are the living, not the dead.

- Excuse me for a moment. - Don't forget that.

It's been so long since my husband passed away.

I can't wait to make contact with him.

Miss Alba, do you have a moment?

What is it?

I heard about your misunderstanding with Alicia Casas.

I don't want to be nosy, but I wanted to ask you to reconsider.

She had a bad day, but Alicia Casas is one of the best chaperones out there.

Not better than you. You have a gift.

I want you to work for me. You'll have your own room and your wages.

If I disappeared, it would be a good thing for everyone.

But I can't. Cristina needs me to stay.

Sorry. But I work for the Mencías.

Think it over.

If you keep smiling, he'll stay interested.

You saw my mother. I can't be rude, right?

That would "dishonor the Zapicos."

Anyway, at least he's fun.

Hmm. So much fun.

And...

...I'm sure he won't cause trouble.

Why are you letting her pamper you?

What's wrong? Don't you care what people think?

What's the matter?

Adela has accepted a flashy gift from Doña Paquita.

Isn't it gorgeous, Elena?

Mm-hmm. She's very fond of you.

Mm-hmm. I'm growing very fond of her, despite the stress she's put me through.

She said Lázaro's like a different man since I spoke to him, and...

He's actually unrecognizable.

And the prince has made his way into the fairy tale.

Fairy tale? Josefina, I'm very much grounded.

Adela, don't be silly. He's deceiving both of you.

Josefina, not all rich people are mean and evil.

There are some who have good hearts... and honest feelings.

What do you think, Elena?

I think we simply can't choose who we love.

And it's a pity.

Don't say anything. It's pure coincidence.

I didn't expect to see you here.

Well, duty... knocked on my door.

Here.

You're so skeptical, I don't know if you'll be impartial.

I'm sorry I wasn't delicate the other day,

when I was basically telling you about my doubts.

I like that you're honest.

Eduardo wasn't. He's getting married.

Did you know? To a French aristocrat. I saw it in the newspaper.

Hmm.

And how are you?

It hurts. I won't deny that.

But it helped me understand your situation.

I know what it's like to be stuck between two people, after all.

Feelings cannot be controlled. And first and foremost, I'm your friend.

You can tell me about her if you want.

I don't think that's a good idea. No.

What, you think I wouldn't like her? Or is she someone I know?

- Don't insist, Cristina, because-- - I'm not insisting. I'm asking.

Do I know her?

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, because the séance is about to begin.

Take each other's hands.

Open your minds.

Are you ready to take a trip to the other side?

Gentlemen, ladies, I present to you the incredible,

the marvelous, Carmen Soler.

I sense a lot of energy in this room.

Vibrations from other worlds.

Surely, a wandering soul has something to share with one of us here.

- T... - T...

R...

R...

- A... - A...

- I... - I...

- C... - C...

- I... - I...

- O... - O...

N.

N.

"Traición."

"Traición." What does it mean?

It means "betrayal."

Betrayal?

Mencía sisters.

Stay alert.

It's much easier to dodge a spear than a hidden dagger.

There is a traitor very close to you.

Mrs. Soler?

Mrs. Soler, might we know the name of the spirit that possessed you?

No. It didn't tell me.

But don't worry. It wasn't your mother.

She died peacefully and left this dimension

in which spirits with unfinished business wander.

Let's continue. Hold hands very tightly.

Are you 100% sure you haven't seen a, uh... petite lady,

uh, with a bunch of wrinkles?

She has a chin dimple too.

I'm sorry. Your cousin hasn't spoken out.

But occasionally, certain spirits can be... elusive.

Yes! Yes. My cousin is very elusive.

If you want me to try again, you could pay for another session.

- Mother, everything all right? - Yes.

Doña Paquita, didn't you wanna go freshen up?

- Mm-hmm. - I'll go with you.

I'll be right back, Mrs. Soler.

Anything bothering you?

You know what my opinion of you is. Stay away from my mother.

Because I repulse you?

Or because you don't want me tell her what I know about you?

I don't believe a word that woman says.

At least she didn't play with Carlota's feelings when it comes to our mother.

Mm.

Cristina, we're the traitors here, and you know that.

I love him. Please don't say anything.

I think I know what Carmen Soler meant by "betrayal."

Alba asked Elena to become her chaperone.

You seemed distracted during the séance.

Are you not a believer?

My beliefs wouldn't affect the session.

What your parents did was terrible.

But they are sorry.

Don't you want a second chance?

I don't know what you're on about. Now, if you'll excuse me...

I'm sorry!

Uh, no, don't worry.

Well...

Can you help me get changed, Josefina?

Miss Bianda?

Miss Bianda, are you all right?

Leave me alone.

Not even with my sarcasm were you this upset.

I really need to be alone, okay?

This is because of what Carmen Soler said.

You don't miss a thing, huh?

Okay. If you need to vent,

obviously I wouldn't mention any of it in my article.

What she said, maybe she discovered it herself,

and she used it to impress you.

No, it's not that.

In that case, what was the message?

She knew that I completely cut ties with my parents.

- I thought your parents passed away. - To me, they have.

I wasn't the daughter they expected, and when I needed them the most,

they left me on the street.

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

So you're trying to steal my chaperone?

Don't you think it's a bit rude to go behind the backs of people you know?

I didn't plan it, though. It just came up.

Don't worry, because she declined.

But she hesitated.

Maybe Miss Bianda isn't as happy working for you as you think.

- I thought she'd say no right away. - Santiago kissed me.

Aren't you glad?

I have feelings for another woman.

It's that woman's. I'm sure of it.

It's yours.

I can't give them a second chance.

Why, can you not give it to them or to yourself, Miss Bianda?

I don't...

I don't mean to hurt you.

I may hurt you, though.

Well, lucky for you, I'm a daredevil.

Was that Cristina?

What are you doing here?

- What are you doing here? - This is my room.

Uh, I heard a noise, and I thought you were someone else.

Well, uh, you're not the only one who got surprised.

You know me well, right?

You know that I would never deny who I am.

Miss Cristina, I'm begging you,

if you truly care about your friend at all--

I care about both of you, Josefina. I'm in no position to judge you.

I'm pregnant with Eduardo's child.

Miss Mencía?

- Don't... Okay. - Miss Mencía?

- Take this. Uh... - Miss Mencía?

Miss Mencía!

Miss Mencía?

Miss Mencía? Are you all right?

It was dark, so I... I knocked the vase over. I'm so sorry.

It was from my mother-in-law. You did me a favor.

Shall we go back?

That was so strange. Must be the spirits.

- So many spirits. - Don't worry.

Look, there she is. There she is.

- Was it you screaming, Cristina? - Yes, but don't worry.

It's nothing. Darkness just played a trick on her mind.

That's understandable. We all have our nerves on edge.

It'll be hard to even sleep.

Don't worry. I'm fine.

- But it's getting late. We should go home. - Right.

- I will never forget this night. - I won't either. Come on.

- I'll reach out to Carmen Soler. - Mother, don't be so gullible.

Everyone believes what they want to, my dear.

Don't give me a hard time. Come on.

That looks great.

Do you like it? It's a gift from your mother.

It was my grandma's.

It was?

I... I didn't know that. Don't think I'm an opportunist--

No, no, no, not at all.

Carmen Soler's the opportunist.

You do everything for my mother.

So if she wants to show her appreciation by giving you--

Good night.

I really wish I could have spent more time with you tonight.

But since you, uh... suddenly disappeared... Poof!

Well, I'm a mystery no one can solve. Like Carmen Soler's.

Aw! They make a beautiful couple, right? Beautiful!

You think so?

I think your daughter deserves someone a bit less--

We should set a date for the proposal.

Miss Bianda.

Yes?

Did you really think about abandoning my sister at a time like this?

No.

Of course not.

So why didn't you immediately say no to Alba?

I don't know how to answer that.

- I'll pray about it this novena. - You know what I think?

I think you know everything about us. But what do we know about you, really?

I have to stop this lie.

I need to talk to you.

So do I. Come in.

You go first.

Tonight I suspected that you were the other girl.

I put all the pieces together.

Your fan, the thing with Alba, and...

And then you two disappeared.

I'm ungrateful, I know.

And I'm not worthy of your friendship, either.

No, Cristina.

I'm the one who's not worthy of your trust.

Do you believe in signs?

I didn't use to believe.

But this...

Not even Carmen Soler could foresee this.

Or could she?