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From a very young age,
we're taught that lying is wrong...

that it makes you a bad person.

But that's just the first lie.

Lies help us to defeat our fears.

They project
a tailored image of ourselves to others.

In short, lies help us to live.

IDENTITY CARD

I'd lied many times in my life.

I never felt guilt or remorse,
and I always got away with it.

Until I decided to become Lidia Aguilar.

She wasn't selected.

Don Francisco, she was tricked.

The girl swears up and down that...

this woman stopped her
from taking the tests.

-And you think I tricked her?
-You certainly fit the description.

This is absurd. I am Lidia Aguilar.

If you are,
why don't you show us your identification?

-I didn't bring it.
-Sure. What a coincidence.

-Well, I'm working.
-Sure, sure.

I've never had a situation like this.

I know every single employee.

Do you know how many Antonio Garcías
or Dolores Ruizes there are here?

You did the right thing by informing me,
but...

I'd like this to remain as it is,

merely an unfortunate coincidence.

-Yes, of course, sir.
-Thank you, Ángeles.

If you'll excuse me.

Talk to her.
Stop her from telling anyone.

I'm sorry you had to lie again
because of me.

-I don't care about that.
-Well, I do.

It's clear
that I only cause problems for you.

Since I left,
everything's gone well for you.

Are you going to pretend
nothing happened?

-That kiss was a mistake.
-No, it wasn't, Alba.

Since you arrived,
everything's changed for me.

What do you want?

You.

Tell me you don't.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Son, it's just as well you're still here.

The early bird catches the worm.

That must be why the poor get up so early,

something you clearly don't need to do.

No, nor do any of us.

Father and Francisco
leave early of their own free will.

We need to talk to you.
Your sister's worried about Francisco.

-Mother, please!
-When isn't she?

Talk to him. Find out if something's
worrying him, if--

CHAPTER 3: LIES

If there's another woman!

Fine.

Yes, it's true.

He's cheating on you...

with the Telephone Company.

Idiot!

For God's sake,
your jokes are always in such poor taste.

Mother, Francisco's only problem
is that he works too hard.

You see, my girl? You needn't worry.

Don't obsess,
and let's get on with our lives.

Did you take your medication?

-Happy?
-Yes.

Switchboard?
Good morning. This is Mrs. Cifuentes.

I want to speak to Carolina,
my husband's secretary.

Management Office. Hello?

-Carolina, good morning.
-Good morning, Elisa.

-I'll put you through to Francisco.
-No, no.

I want to speak to you.

How long have you been working
for the company?

Three or four years?

Four and a half, to be exact.
Not counting my time on the switchboard.

I know.

And you've always been there
when I needed you, true?

Of course.
You know how much I owe your family.

Look, what I'm going to propose is
to stay between us.

I don't want anyone to find out.

How can I help you, Elisa?

I want to be informed
about my husband's activities.

If you mean his schedule, I could--

Carolina, please,

we're both women who know how men work.

Must I explain in detail
what I want to know?

I want to know if he has a lover.

A lover? Francisco?

I'm very sorry, but--

Just tell me
if you find out anything.

I assure you, I can be very generous.

How could you do that to me?
Do you want to get me fired?

No. I don't.
I just want you to tell the truth.

You're hiding something.

It doesn't matter what you say,
I don't believe you.

It's better to think I'm a liar
who lied to you about Mario, too.

That's much better.

Know what? If you're hurt,
take it out on him, not me.

I've got nothing to do with this.

What's going on?
We could hear you from the hallway.

Tell them. Tell them.

Her name's not Lidia Aguilar.
She's a liar.

-What are you saying?
-Denying it doesn't make it any less true.

-You're a liar.
-Ángeles...

Keep on deceiving yourself.
It's your marriage, not mine.

Yes, it's my marriage. He's my husband.

You didn't see anything. You made it up.

She didn't make it up, Ángeles.

She didn't see him with anyone.

I did.

At the grand opening party,
I opened the bathroom door and...

I didn't know he was your husband,
so I didn't dare tell you.

Lidia thought you should know.

I told you I wasn't lying.

Ángeles, are you all right?

Ángeles!

What's wrong?

I had an argument with Lidia.
It was just awful, Carolina.

With Lidia?

There's a girl
who says she's Lidia Aguilar...

and that the Lidia we know
isn't really Lidia at all.

She's not who she says she is.

Is that why you were talking
to Francisco this morning?

Yes. I told him, but he didn't believe me.

He says it was a coincidence.

-I feel dizzy.
-Ángeles, I was looking for you.

Are you all right?

No, she's not.
She's a little unwell, Sara.

Miss Millán, do you mind
if I take the day off?

Yes, of course,
if you're not feeling well.

-Thank you.
-I'll see her out.

Girls, I'd like to speak to you.

This has all been a mix-up.
I can't convince Ángeles...

but I wouldn't want you
to doubt me as well.

Sure, it's a coincidence.
Lots of people have the same name.

Don't worry about us.

-Carlota, may I have a word?
-Yes, of course.

Is Ángeles all right?

-I just saw her in the hallway, and--
-Yes.

-Well, no. It's a personal matter.
-I understand.

I don't want to pry.
I was just worried it was about work.

Did you know
tomorrow's her last day?

-Yes, I heard.
-Ángeles is a model employee.

I was thinking of organizing
a surprise farewell party for her.

-If you could help me--
-Sure, I'd love to. Of course.

It's not every day
a woman's worth is recognized.

By the way, congratulations
on your part in the talk yesterday.

Thanks. I just said what I think.

What a lot of us think.

It's nice to meet people
with whom you share ideas and beliefs.

But be careful who you talk to
about the Lyceum meetings.

Not everyone agrees with us.

-Sure, I understand.
-Back to work.

-What? Are you crazy?
-Ángeles told me everything.

-Everything or just about me?
-You don't fool me.

I know your type.

-Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth.
-Are you talking about yourself or me?

It was tough for me
to get to where I am now,

and I'm not letting anyone
jeopardize that.

Mind your own business,
or you'll be the one with the problem.

I hope you can prove who you are...

because you'll have to prove it
to the police.

What's wrong?

Did you think this was
just a chat in the changing room?

Ángeles may be a saint,
but I can't let this go.

-What about Francisco?
-Francisco did all he could.

I convinced one operator,
but, Victoria, if the cops show up...

Honey, if they do,
you'd better not be there.

-I can't leave now.
-Why's that?

If I do, they'll fire all the girls
who have helped me.

Alba sacrificing herself for her friends?

I thought I taught you not
to be sentimental

and that after what happened to Gimena,
you'd learned your lesson.

I need fake papers
that say I'm Lidia Aguilar.

-Sure. By when?
-Today.

That's impossible.
You know I need at least two days.

A birth certificate, anything.

All right. I'll talk to my contact.

Miss Aguilar?

Come around tonight.
I hope to have the papers by then--

What a nice coincidence.
It makes coming to work a joy.

Well, coincidence or fate.

It's trouble in my case,
but you can see it as you like.

Because?

You know, the reprimand,
the customer support department...

The reprimand.

-Are you always so pragmatic?
-Are you always so frivolous?

You're one of the few people I know
who always says what they think.

That must be a rare thing in your life.

True, but I must admit
that you've disappointed me this time.

Being the boss' son
with a silver spoon in my mouth

doesn't mean I'm empty-headed.

I've got big dreams for myself
and for the company.

I'm sorry I broke your heart.

Does that mean
you'll stop asking me out to dinner?

-No.
-Gee!

This world is for the stubborn.

And when I have a dream,
I chase it until I reach it.

And what are your dreams, Miss Aguilar?

Some of us don't have the luxury
of having dreams.

We just try to survive.

-What are you doing, Miguel?
-Nothing, Don Ricardo...

That's not my best
impersonation of my father.

-Like father, like--
-Finish that sentence and you're fired.

I sense your nervous energy is due
to more than just the line issues.

Any new stroke of genius
I should know about?

I'm losing sleep over the rotary.

What's wrong with the little fellow?

I think I found the key
to stop it from overheating.

The exponential rise in calls
and simultaneous running is no problem

if processing management is--

Okay! Do you think you can solve it?

I don't think so. I know so. But to check,
we need to build a prototype--

Miguel, one step at a time.
First, we have to convince my father.

-We'll do that tomorrow.
-You're serious?

Make a list of what you need,
and I'll take care of it.

It won't be cheap, Carlos.

Making dreams come true never is.

-Carolina.
-Good morning.

-I didn't know you were here.
-There's money missing. Did you take it?

It was an emergency.

What kind of emergency?

My sister's worried about you.

She thinks you have a lover.
She asked me to find out.

Remember I told you the other day
that I'd seen Alba again?

It was her.

She needed money, and I lent it to her.

I'll pay it back, I swear.

I won't say a thing. You can trust me.

Thanks. It's a delicate situation.

Pour me a cognac, too. A generous amount.

Why didn't you tell me before?

Because Alba isn't the person she was.

She's changed a lot.

You're not thinking of leaving my sister,
are you?

You have to be honest with yourself,
Francisco.

We're friends.
That won't change, no matter what.

But Elisa's my sister,
and she doesn't deserve to be hurt.

Thanks, Carlos.

She'd eventually get over it,

but my father wouldn't rest
until he'd destroyed you.

Come in.

Don Francisco, the police are here.

-The best in the world.
-I know, right?

It's amazing
what the telephone can do.

Carlota, today's a great day,
an historic day.

I hope it's not pie in the sky,
but this could be pioneering.

No one knows
what you're talking about.

The Rotary 7.

Carlos is behind me.
We're showing it to his father.

-Congratulations. What's a Rotary 7?
-What is this project?

I never listen when you talk
about integral equations.

I'll cut out the scientific jargon.

The Rotary 7 is the future
of telecommunications.

It's a long way off.

I need to present the project,
build the prototype...

One step at a time.

-If it works, you'll be rich, right?
-My head's spinning thinking about it.

The Cifuenteses
will make a fortune off of it.

Excuse me. Are you Miss Aguilar?

The director wants to see you
in his office.

Go right in. They're waiting for you.
Best of luck, honey.

Are you Miss Aguilar?

Inspector Beltrán. Take a seat, please.

Relax, it's nothing.

We got a report from someone...

who says you took her spot
in the company's tests.

I've told him things like that
don't happen in my company.

-I trust my staff completely.
-It's obviously just a coincidence.

Most likely.

And after a simple check,
I'm sure this matter will be settled.

Miss, do you have
any papers to verify your identity?

-I told Don Francisco--
-Is this necessary?

I'm afraid so.

Excuse me, could you leave me alone
with Miss Aguilar?

It will just be a moment.

Let's go.

What's all this about?

You know very well
that I don't have papers.

I know it, you know it, but they don't.

I know all about you,
Don Francisco, your past with him...

and this reunion at the station.

Keep it. I have more.

Maybe you don't care about your life.
No wonder. It's not a great life.

But what if I went out there
and showed people this photo?

What do you think would happen
to your dear Francisco?

What do you want? Money?

I'm not surprised that you got the job.

You're pretty smart for a woman.

-What if I say no?
-You won't.

-What's taking so long?
-How should I know?

Sorry.

I don't like the police being here.

Excuse me.
Shall I prepare the dismissal letter?

Whose dismissal?

This girl's built up
several work infractions,

and considering the criteria
for dismissal, I thought--

Carolina, you're not paid to think.

Don Ricardo may have been fond of you,

but while I'm director, just do as I say
and keep your thoughts to yourself.

Very well.

It's all sorted out.
Miss Aguilar is who she says.

It was just an unfortunate coincidence.

If you don't need me,
I'd like to get back to work.

Of course. Go, go.

I apologize for any inconvenience
we've caused you, Mr. Gómez.

-Of course.
-Mr. Cifuentes.

I'm glad it's all cleared up.

So am I. That girl's fantastic.

By the way, I need to speak to you
and my father.

I have a proposal that will change
the future of the company.

What is it?

It's a secret.

He chewed me out.
I don't know how she got away with it.

Don't be silly. They had the same name.

Still, those Cifuenteses
are a piece of work.

If the police asked about any other girl,
she'd be kicked to the curb.

But of course...
she's got both of them spellbound.

If Cifuentes Junior
is anything like his dad,

she'll handle him easily enough.

-You know what I mean.
-You idiot.

I don't know why I came.

I am surprised at Francisco.
He's not like the Cifuenteses.

Or he hides it better than they do.

It could be one of the new operators,

but I won't make accusations
without proof.

And I suppose that proof comes at a price.

Doña Elisa, you must understand,
I'm putting my job on the line.

You'll get what you ask.

But I want proof,
and I hope you do what it takes to get it.

Don't you doubt it.

I was looking for you.
Ubalda brought the centerpieces.

I need you to help me choose.

Are you all right, honey?

Honey?

Yes, Mother, of course.

You lie as badly as your father.

I hope you know what you're doing
and that it doesn't get out of hand.

Mother, please, trust me just this once.

That's what your father said,
and nine months later, you were born.

Carlota...

what do you think?

I don't know.

Two days ago, she told us
thugs were after her for money.

Sure, maybe that's
why she changed her name.

Marga, I don't know.
All I know is she's a mystery...

and she never talks about her life.

That's not true.

She told us about her mother
and the thugs.

She looks really upset.

You don't fool around
with sickness and death.

You're too trusting.

-Ladies, good morning.
-Good morning, Don Ricardo.

Miss Rodríguez de Senillosa?

Come with me for a moment, please.

Yes, of course.

Operator 40... 57. 57.

-Hello.
-Hello, it's Pablo Santos...

from administration.

Good morning, Don Pablo.
How's your morning?

I got to work a bit late.

I got lost in the subway tunnels
and it took me 15 minutes to get out.

Madrid is a little tricky for newcomers.

Well, so they tell me.
I'm from Madrid, born and raised.

You'll see.
Madrid has its good things, too.

I'm so hungry, the only good things
I can think of

are the calamari sandwiches.

Then I won't keep you.
You need breakfast, and to make a call.

-What number do you want?
-No number.

In fact,
I only called to speak to you a little.

Yesterday's shift flew by...

and I wanted to hear your voice.

Don Pablo, I have to leave you.

-I've got a string of calls.
-Yes, of course.

Until next time, Operator 57.

You know where to find me.

Good morning. Operator--

-Help me. There's a fire in my home.
-A fire?

The fire's spreading. I can't put it out.

Right, relax and breathe.

Give me your address.

-23 Hortaleza.
-I'll take care of it.

Go out at once and warn the neighbors.

I'll call the firemen and the authorities.
Relax, it'll all be fine.

Madrid Fire Department?
This is the Telephone Company.

There's a fire at 23 Hortaleza.

Send an ambulance at once.
Call the police station on Luna Street.

Is there a problem, Don Ricardo?

Actually, there is, my dear.
That's why I asked you to come.

We had no idea that we had
a Rodríguez de Senillosa in our ranks.

So that's it.

I assume the company's interested
in my worth, not my name.

I suppose you know our two families
have been friends for a long time.

Yes, but I wanted to get the job
based on my own merit, not my connections.

That's where you're wrong.

If we'd known,
you never would have been hired.

And I'm afraid it's reason enough
to let you go.

-What?
-You'll understand that we cannot allow

a woman of your station
to work as a common operator.

-You're firing me?
-It's for your own good.

Your place is down there,
among the customers,

not in uniform.

Right.

It was my father, wasn't it?

Sometimes we fathers

have to make decisions
that our children don't like.

But I can assure you of one thing.

We're always thinking
of what's best for them.

Carlota!

What are you doing?
You have to go back to your post.

What are you doing?

You need to find someone else
to help with Ángeles' farewell.

I just got fired.

-No one told me about it.
-It's my father's fault.

He's ashamed of me.
He won't stop until I go back home.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Do you know how long
I was begging for a job like this...

just to be free?

I didn't care what the price was.

And what's the price?

Losing my home, my friends,
my family, my mother.

All for this job.
And now I've even lost that.

Carlota, there's still hope.

I can get you rehired.

What?

Well, there's something...

You won't like it,
with your principles, but...

No, but...

what's it all about?

Spying for the Cifuentes family.

Pretending is a form of lying.

It's the same as not telling the truth
about how you really feel.

It's like covering up the truth.

Sometimes, not saying anything
is the best kind of lie.

Miss Aguilar.

Mr. Gómez.

Can we discuss what happened
in my office with that policeman?

I've got nothing to say to you, Francisco.

Problem solved.

Here's your identification.
You can relax now.

It's not solved yet.

Is there something else?

Beltrán is back.

Right. So?

I don't believe it. You've fallen again?

What did I tell you? What?

I warned you to stay away from him,
but you let yourself be led--

What do you want...

What do you want me to say?
That I'm human?

That I made a mistake? Yes, I did.

I'm the one who will have to pay.

That's more absolute nonsense.

Francisco has plenty of money...
so he can pay. It won't bother him.

I suppose you told him.

Beltrán threatened me.

If I tell him, he'll publish the photos.

I see you're still worrying
about this man.

He helped me after what I did.

I'm not letting him lose
everything he's achieved.

These photos aren't going to fall
into the wrong hands.

Really?

How are you going to manage to do that?

There's a prototype...

that's worth a lot of money...

and I'm going to steal it.

Roque, I want your best champagne.
We've got something big to celebrate.

Well, the second-best.

Keep me in check. I haven't achieved
anything yet and look at me.

-Are you all right?
-Yes.

I was thinking about
what's been happening to me lately.

-So many changes...
-For the good.

Now you've got a job, independence,
a boyfriend who's about to be rich.

Everything you could want.

I'm serious.

Honestly, I didn't think
it'd be like this, you know?

I don't want decisions to be made for me,
but... maybe it's simpler that way.

Nobody read us the fine print
in the contract.

Freedom.

Look, Carlota, when you decide
to become independent...

Thanks, Roque.

...no one warns you being free
is a burden.

The struggle to make your dreams come true
is long and brutal,

but you have to make it to the end.

If I'd set aside the rotary
three years ago...

-we wouldn't be here.
-Sure.

But if the price you pay
is your conscience or your principles,

how do you know
if it's the right decision?

You don't.

That's part of the fun,
the unexpected things in life.

Didn't you want excitement?

If I've learned anything,
it's that before making a decision,

you must answer the question...

"Is it worth the sacrifice?"

There's your answer.

Cheers.

Miss Rodríguez de Senillosa
is your collaborator?

You told me to find someone to help,
and I chose her.

I gained her trust and told her.

She's helping with the tapping
for the government delegate.

If you fire her, she might talk
about the supposed coup, and then...

I know what could happen.

Tell her to come. I'll talk to Ricardo.

Carlota, a little dessert wine?

-No, thanks.
-I'll have a little.

You stick to water.
Alcohol doesn't agree with you.

What's wrong with you two?
You look like you're at a wake.

Don't worry, I'll get it.

Go on,
have your puree before it gets cold.

-It's work. It's exhausting, Doña Lola.
-Exhausting?

What are you doing here?

Hello! You're late, but here you are.

-You know each other, right?
-Yes, we work together.

Of course.

-You thought that was it, right?
-Come and say hello, girls.

I'll make sure Francisco himself
gets rid of you.

And he will.

Or does he have a reason not to?

Hello, girls.

Francisco?

Francisco!

What are you doing here?

I was looking all over for you.

I was...

organizing some old things.

But it's nothing that can't wait.

-Is supper ready?
-Yes.

You look so pretty.

-How was your day? Good?
-Yes, very good.

Lidia.

Let's go to my office. We have to talk.

You're crazy.

They almost saw us, and my shift starts
in ten minutes. What is it?

Tell me what happened.

What did he say? Or what did you say
to make him believe you?

That doesn't matter now.
The problem's solved.

Then let's see each other.

We can't be seen in the company.
It's for your sake, not mine.

You're the boss and you're married.

-You're risking your future.
-I don't care.

Well, I do,
and you know nothing about my life.

Tell me about it.

Let me be a part of it again.

Come in.

-Don Francisco.
-Yes?

-Don Ricardo wants to see you.
-Tell him I'll be right there.

You know he doesn't like to wait.

Forgive the delay.

Please, proceed.

Francisco.

The company has come far.

Days ago,
we witnessed the first transatlantic call,

but now we step into the future.

Gentlemen, we present automatic switching.
Miguel.

All the big firms
are investing in prototypes.

-Whoever builds it first--
-Will make history, sure.

Yes, and make a fortune.

Automatic switching gives us faster,

more effective service,
with no breakdowns.

And no operators.

That's right. Interline connection
would be done directly.

Perhaps it's a good idea,
but we need subscribers, more lines.

That's our only objective...

and what I want the company
to put all its energy into.

150,000 subscribers... not one less.

-We'll move forward with this--
-Carlos! Carlos, wait.

We've just made a huge investment
and hired a lot of staff.

Naturally, your father's priority
is to get new subscribers.

I'm not angry about the project!

If it's not the Rotary 7,
it'll be the 8 or 9.

What hurts
is that I've always supported you.

I'm sorry. I've always supported you, too.

Except when my father
has another opinion, right?

In there,
it was just his opinion and your silence.

He should be proud
to have the perfect guard dog at his side.

I thought we were brothers...

but I see that you'd rather
play the part of his son. Thanks.

Don't worry.

-He'll get over it.
-Do you really think so?

I'm starting to doubt it.

It was a great idea.

If we got rid of the operators,
we wouldn't be able to listen in...

and we wouldn't be here.

If that's so important to you,
you'll understand my latest decision.

I'm rehiring the colonel's daughter.

She's one of our collaborators.

Unless you want the whole city
to know what we're doing,

you'll have to convince the colonel.

Carolina?

Like I said,
she's come to stay at our boardinghouse.

Lidia was stunned.

Imagine, after what happened
yesterday with the police.

It was all my fault.
I shouldn't have told her about Lidia.

It's in her interest
to make Lidia look like a liar.

Why?

No reason.

No, no. What do you mean, "no reason"?

What's going on?

I tried to tell you,
but you wouldn't let me.

Carolina's the one Marga saw
with your husband.

Really?

Yes.

Ángeles, wait.

I hope she puts Mario
and that woman in their place.

It's all his fault.

Did you hear about Lidia?

It was all a mistake.

Don't kid yourself, Ángeles.
She's got a lot to hide.

Sure. I suppose so.

I can't trust anyone lately.

I don't feel very well.

What's wrong, Ángeles?

I've found out that...

Mario has a lover.

But... a lover? Are you sure?

Yes.

And, so...

have you spoken to him, or just...

No.

I haven't said anything to him, because...

I'm pregnant...

and I don't want him to know
about a child he doesn't want.

Pregnant?

Excuse me.

Críspulo Miranda, reporter at El Sol.

I'd like to speak
to the head of the operators.

The residents of 23 Hortaleza,
whose building caught fire yesterday,

keep talking about an operator

whose assistance was key
in bringing a happy ending to the story.

Ladies, you heard Mr. Miranda.

The operator who helped with the fire,
please identify yourself.

Really, Carlota, I can't. I really can't.

We're waiting.

It was me.

Yes.

Yes, I saved them all.

Carlota Rodríguez de Senillosa.
At your service, Don Críspulo.

When I got the distress call,

I called the fire department,
then the hospital,

and the rest is history.

Believe it or not,
we women are ready to face any situation.

Though some men might not agree.

Who knew that the telephone
was going to save lives?

What a story!

Good afternoon, Don Pablo.
Do you want to talk?

No, actually...

I was calling to clear up a doubt.

A doubt?

This morning in the lobby,

I saw an operator being interviewed
about the fire...

but she wasn't the one
who handled the incident.

It was you.

How can you be so sure
I wasn't the one being interviewed?

Because I'd recognize your voice anywhere,
Miss 57.

That operator didn't have your voice.

-Why didn't you want to say it was you?
-I'll be honest.

It's true, I called the fire department,
but I can't appear in the press.

My family disapproves of my work,
and I didn't want to upset them

by appearing in the papers.

My parents want me to get married,
but I'd rather work and be independent.

A progressive woman.

-Do you mind?
-No.

That's great.

Do you have anyone you have to answer to?

Me?

No, I only answer to myself.

Listen, miss,

I can't talk now. I've got a lot of work.
Sorry. Bye.

Thanks a lot, Don Pablo.

What a day!
Let's get dolled up for Ángeles' party.

I really don't know
why she's leaving voluntarily.

She wants to look after her family,
doesn't she?

-Anyway, I can't go.
-What?

-I have to do overtime.
-Sure, you really need to!

-You're avoiding Pablo.
-I can't! That's enough!

-How can you be so dull?
-I lied to him. I told him that I...

Look, this is the report
from customer support...

Lidia. Lidia.

What I have to say to you
isn't easy for me.

You don't have to.

No, I do. I do. Please.

You were right.

I was furious about Mario, and...

I didn't even give you the benefit
of the doubt.

I was wrong.

Wrong about you and wrong about Carolina.

I'm sorry, Lidia.

It's all right. It's fine.

When someone lies,
they should not try their luck.

Especially if they were almost caught
and barely managed to get away with it.

Perhaps I wouldn't get the money,

but I would get something
even more valuable.

-It looks like this is the end.
-Don't let my dad get you down.

He's an expert at killing dreams.
We'll carry on until the end.

What's wrong, huh?

-Afraid of my father?
-It's not that.

When Francisco said that the rotary
would mean the end of operators,

I thought about how hard it was
for Carlota to become independent.

If the rotary becomes a reality,
it's the end of operators.

Dreams aren't free. You knew that
when you started on the rotary.

Yes, but it was the dream
of a science nut, not a reality.

I didn't think of the consequences.

Sometimes you have to choose...
your conscience or your dreams.

Geniuses make history, not cowards.

Well, geniuses and their patrons.

Yes.

-And your father?
-My father!

When the rotary's up and running,
he'll have to say we were right.

I'll take the plans.

I'll get the money to do it,
but this needs to stay between us.

Got it? No one's to know.

I don't know how
I can look you in the eye.

-This is a nice surprise.
-Don't touch me.

Wait.

-What's eating you?
-Your wife knows you're cheating.

-What?
-She told me herself.

I'm a fool
to believe your two-bit promises.

Wait.

This doesn't change anything.

No?

Then you're leaving her?

I told you I would.

Good.

Then can you explain
why she's pregnant again?

Sure.

Pretend you didn't know.

Miss Millán,
can I talk to you for a moment?

Yes. Yes, Ángeles, but outside.
I need a pick-me-up. It's been a long day.

-Will you come with me?
-Yes, of course.

-What I wanted to say--
-We can talk it over inside.

Here's Ángeles.

I can't stay long.
Sofía's with Doña Paca, and...

Surprise!

If I hadn't tricked you,
you would've gone home.

I didn't expect this.

-Thank you. They're beautiful.
-Honey!

Congratulations!

-Are you happy?
-Yes. Yes, very.

I really didn't expect this.

I couldn't say it before,
but thanks to what you did,

I didn't lose my job,
and I didn't have to go back home.

The question...

The question is... why?

Am I missing anything?

No, we were just talking
about the interview I gave today.

Now that you are a celebrity,
I'll have to share you.

Get used to it.

This is Sara Millán, my supervisor.
Maybe you know her.

Only by sight.
We have never been properly introduced.

-Miss Millán.
-Just Sara in here.

That's fine, Sara. I am Miguel Pascual.

The one who suffers
because of the misfortunes

of the new heroine
of Madrid's working class.

Sufferer is my middle name.

Shall we toast?

Sure.

-Cheers!
-Cheers!

Operator 47. How can I help you?

Someone is asking for Operator 57.

You told me to tell you
if a Pablo was asking about her.

Yes, yes, put him through.

-Operator 57. Hello.
-Hello, it's Pablo.

-Hello, Don Pablo. How are you?
-Good. Great.

I'm at the farewell party for Ángeles,
Mario's wife.

I hoped you'd be here.

I've got a lot of work. A lot.

Sure.

I'd like to ask you something.

Ask me what?

I'd like to see you.

Well, to talk for a while.

It's time we put our cards on the table,
don't you think?

Your attention.
Attention, please, one second.

I want to say a few words
to honor Ángeles.

This is a celebration

to pay tribute to the woman
I've been lucky enough to work with.

Ángeles' conduct is impeccable,
inside and outside of work.

And it pains me that she's leaving
to devote herself to her family.

Those are her wishes.

So, a big hand for her,

in honor of all her years
of devotion and commitment.

Thank you. Thank you.

From my heart, thank you so much.

So I hope you're not disappointed when...

I tell you that...

what I want...

is to stay with the company.

That's what I wanted to say.

Also,
I'd like to accept the job of supervisor.

If it's still available, of course.

Yes. If it's up to me,
you can count on it.

Let's talk.

Sometimes the only way to fight a lie
is to face it.

No one can live
with their back turned to reality...

-Let's talk!
-...as much as they may want to.

-I don't want to talk.
-Well, I do!

Let go of me!

What just happened in there?

What was that scene about?

Didn't we agree
that you'd look after Sofía and the home?

Yes. And you promised
to be faithful to me...

and you had no qualms
about cheating on me with Carolina.

-At the grand opening party, right?
-No.

That's why you wanted me
to leave the company.

It's not like that. Ángeles!

You could do as you please
and cheat on me!

-Leave me alone.
-Ángeles, stop. Stop.

I made a mistake.

We were mad at each other.

She threw herself at me.

It won't happen again.

Lies take many forms,
and they're everywhere.

I want to be the husband
I promised I'd be.

I want to be the father
our children deserve.

What?

I'm not pregnant.

I made it up to find out
if you and Carolina were still together,

and now I see...
she went to you with the story.

But why do we do it?

Why do we lie, knowing
that the truth could come to light?

Maybe the fear of facing
the truth paralyzes us.

Anyway, Ángeles continuing to work
is cause for celebration.

Of course. And the more women work,
the less we men have to work.

I'm getting a drink.

He's charming.

Witty, intelligent, fun.

Not many like him left.

So...

you needn't worry about me.

It's obvious you like him,
and he likes you.

You've got chemistry...
and no it's wonder.

Miguel's a man with an open mind,
which is a rare thing, and I like him...

but I'm more interested in you.

What are you doing?
Want them to see us?

-Get in. We have to talk.
-No.

I'm not leaving until we talk.

You want to talk?

Let's talk.

I don't want you to do anything for me.

I don't want you
to give up anything for me.

Don't throw your life away,
because I don't love you.

I don't believe you.

It's true.

I'm grateful for what you did,
but when I pay my debt--

I don't care about the money.

Ten years apart,
and finally we're together.

It's a sign, Alba.

If I'd known you worked here,
I never would've come.

You can't be in love with me.
You don't know me.

-I'm in love with you.
-You're in love with my memory.

Tell me you feel nothing for me.

That the kiss meant nothing.

Look into my eyes and tell me,
and I'll leave you alone.

The kiss at the station was between
two kids who'd just arrived in Madrid.

It wasn't you and me.

We should go our separate ways.

Alba, please.

Go away, please.
I told you, I don't love you.

You need to find courage
when you don't have any.

But we're not always brave enough
to face the truth.

Get out some spoons, too, please.
We're having clam consommé first.

Tell Rosalía to hold off on the quail
until the shad's taken away.

-Yes, ma'am. When do we serve supper?
-Soon. When the master arrives.

And we stay there, motionless, waiting,

unaware that, like it or not...

Thank you, Ubalda.

...the truth, unable to resign itself
to living in the shadows,

always comes to light in the end.

"I will always love you, Alba."

-And when that happens...
-Who is Alba?

-Elisa, let me explain.
-Who is Alba?

-...no lie can save you.
-Who is Alba?

-Elisa...
-Francisco, stay away from me!

How could you do that to me?

Who is Alba?

Elisa.

Who is Alba?