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Finally, Castamar
will have an heir. Right?

PREVIOUSLY

I'm worried about Lord Enrique of Arcona.

Every time the marquis appears,
Miss Castro gets scared.

This has belonged
to all the women of Castamar.

-Now it belongs to you.
-To me?

Why did you give her the brooch, Mother?
You could've asked me, no?

Would you have said no?

-Congratulations, Miss.
-Thank you.

And congratulations to you, Lord Diego.

Thanks to your signature, they'll finally
execute Colonel Quintanilla's assassin.

I swear to God

that I will kill Diego de Castamar.

BASED ON "THE COOK OF CASTAMAR"
BY FERNANDO J. MÚÑEZ

PUBLISHED BY PLANETA PUBLISHING

SO WE ARE NOT ERASED

Armando Belmonte,

accused of assassination,
treason and fleeing.

Guilty of all charges
and condemned to death by hanging.

Don't let my daughter come here.
Don't let her see me like this.

May God forgive me.

No, not her! Not her!

Not her!

Who wants more?

Go on then, just a little.

A little bit more.

Sir, can I help you?

Yes, I was looking for Miss Belmonte.

She just went out.

She went out? Outside?

Yes, I was surprised, too,

given her affliction
and the storm raging outside.

Clara!

Clara!

Clara!

Clara!

Clara!

Clara!

Clara.

Clara, I'm here. Clara!

Look at me, please. Clara, look at me.

Clara.

Melquiades!

-Melquiades!
-What's with all the shouting?

Melquiades, for God's sake!

-My Lord, what's happened?
-Get the doctor, it's urgent.

My Lord, what happened to her?

She was outside. She's unconscious.

We need to heat up her room.
Let's go.

Get them to light the fire
in the guest room.

-The guest room? Sir…
-Yes.

Is she dead?

-No. Calm down.
-Is she dead, Mr. Elquiza?

-You've found her, sir.
-Heat up the guest room.

Quickly!

I don't know what you intend to do,
but it's out of order.

Let me through, Mother. Let me through!

I'll speak to him.

Come straight in.

It seems she's recovering.

She would've died if she'd spent
more time out in the rain.

So why isn't she waking up?

Her body has gone through a lot,
bearing a great temperature loss.

She needs to rest.

A little quinine to prevent illness
and she'll get better soon.

Diego.

Diego, you're soaking. You have to take
those clothes off as soon as possible.

Right.

Diego, the servants will look after her.

Keep the room warm
and ensure she drinks lots of liquids.

Mr. Elquiza,

ensure that Miss Belmonte
goes back to her room

as soon as possible.

Diego, are you going to tell us
what's happening with the cook?

The doctor believes she'll be fine
and won't take long to recover.

I don't think
that's what Francisco wanted to know.

Diego.

Of course you don't have to tell us
anything you don't want to.

But we don't understand
what's happening to you.

We're your friends.

There's no need for secrets between us.

Are you in love with the cook?

I know it's impossible

because she's a cook, because I'm going
to marry Miss Castro.

I can't help it.

I can't get her out of my head,
my friends.

I know it's difficult to understand, but…

You're lucky you've not experienced
something like this.

I don't have a choice.

And you think we do?

You're a free man, brother,
you can do what you like.

And you can't?

Perhaps none of us are free.

Diego, you've already chosen.

Miss Castro deserves respect.

You do have a choice.

You're right.

Thank you.

It's done.

The Marchioness of Villamar
can now wear her mourning dress.

And the Black one?

The slave boat will leave Lisbon
in a few days.

Make sure he's on it.

-I won't fail you.
-Me, neither.

Armando Belmonte,

accused of assassination,
treason and fleeing.

Guilty of all charges
and condemned to death…

Clara, it's over.

It's over.

Poor little thing.

You're burning up.

Dr. Evaristo?

Dr. Evaristo, it's Elisa.

Sir.

-Sir!
-What's the matter?

It's Miss Belmonte.

Clara!

Clara!

She has a very high fever.

It doesn't seem to be going down
with hot compresses or quinine.

Is it serious, then?

More serious than a normal cold.

We'll have to wait and see, but…

the situation is delicate.
She could have a breakdown.

Clara.

Clara, you can't die.

You have to fight, do you hear me?
You have to fight.

Don't leave her for even a moment.

And inform Dr. Evaristo of any change.

Put cold compresses on her forehead

and give her ten to twelve drops
every four hours.

I'll do it.

Sir, that's very generous of you,

but it won't be necessary,
Elisa knows what to do.

Of course, Your Lordship,
I'll take care of it.

I'm going to stay here. You can all leave.

Sir, I don't think it's appropriate
for you to tend to her.

I'll leave when she's better.

I need to speak to her
about many things, Melquiades.

It's best if we leave.

Mr. Elquiza,
is he really going to stay here?

He'll be fine.

They say that when you're dying, you see
your life flash before you.

Fleeting glimmers of what we are.

The things I've done
and those that are still pending,

shrouded in mist.

Perhaps that's what dying is.

Allowing them to erase you.

I've never seen such a high fever.

Never.

Thank you.

Plus, Dr. Evaristo says
it's very serious, so…

A servant told me her father
is an assassin condemned to be hanged.

-Jesus Christ.
-What are you saying, Beatriz?

I'm telling the truth.

Shall I tell you what the truth is?
You don't have a clue.

The truth is that Clara is our friend,
she's ill, she's in bed.

And she might die.

So have a bit of respect. I don't care
what you say about her father.

Liar.

If they would at least let me be with her,

then I could look after her,
I could be there watching over her.

Speak to Miss Castro, she'll understand.

The problem isn't her,
the problem is His Lordship.

He wants to be in the room
with Clara all the time.

His Lordship is with her in the room?

Son of a bitch, she got
what she wanted in the end.

What are you saying, Beatriz?

-I saw it with my own eyes.
-What did you see?

-I saw it here in the kitchen!
-Enough already!

You, come with me.

-What did you see, exactly?
-I saw…

You better watch your words.

I saw His Lordship and the cook.

There.

Kissing.

Liar.

My dear daughter,

I sincerely hope
that you aren't worried about me.

I'm fine, despite how hard it is

to lose so many men in a useless fight.

Luckily, the difficult moments vanish…

TRUFFLES WITH MUSHROOMS IN OLIVE OIL
MISS CLARA BELMONTE

…when I think of us at home,
sitting at the table,

enjoying my favorite dish.

The smell of your cooking
is so vivid, so real,

that it feels like neither time
nor distance can separate us.

The flowers were missing.

Ready?

Truffles with mushrooms in olive oil.

TRUFFLES WITH MUSHROOMS IN OLIVE OIL

Good morning, my lady.

Will you have your breakfast up here
or in the dining room?

Has Lord Diego woken up yet?

I think he's…

He's with…

He's in the guest room, my lady.

Bring me my clothes,
I want to get dressed.

Nobody was missing.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Good morning, have a seat.

-Gentlemen.
-Thank you.

My God, this is terrible.

-What's happened?
-The Marquis of Villamar

has died in a mugging.

Read it for yourself.

They attacked him in a robbery.

Do we know anything else? Was he alone?

Sol Montijos wasn't with him.

I think we're all happy
we don't have to mourn her loss as well.

Of course. Me, especially.

We'll have to send our condolences.

-The big carriage, please.
-No, that won't be possible.

Per the marchioness,
there will be no mourning nor condolences.

But…

What kind of widow
would do something like that?

You have to speak to her.

You're overestimating
my influence, Lady Mercedes.

She's always been a free spirit,
but this… This is too much.

The marquis doesn't deserve
an ending like this.

A sumptuous funeral
won't bring the marquis back to life.

I respect that the marchioness
doesn't want to exhibit her pain.

I've known Sol Montijos for many years.

I'm surprised there would be anything
she doesn't want to exhibit.

Perhaps you don't know her
as well as you think you do.

And you do?

I'm too fond of you not to tell you.

You don't know anything about her.

-Your Ladyship.
-Not now.

Your Ladyship, it's urgent.

There's something important you must know.

If you'll excuse me.

Come on, Clara, a little bit more.

You have to make an effort.

That's it.

I had to see it with my own eyes.

Can you tell me what you're doing?

Trying to right what I've done wrong.

You've lost your mind.

No, Mother, I've never been more sane.

You don't know what you're saying.

It's one thing to have a clandestine
relationship with a woman like that,

-but it's a very different thing--
-Mother.

Miss Belmonte isn't a woman like that.

You can't treat her
as if she were your fiancée.

The servants are talking, and rightly so.

If word of this got out,
there would be serious consequences.

I know, but it's what I want.

You're engaged to Amelia.

You have a responsibility,
you can't go back on it.

Yes, Mother, you're right,
I have responsibilities.

That's why I'm not going to make
the mistake of marrying Miss Castro.

Because I've tried, Mother.
I've tried, but I don't love her.

And no matter how hard I try,
I never will.

Amelia, child.

Is this what you wanted?

Amelia.

You can save your explanations, Diego.

I heard everything I needed to know.

I'm really sorry, truly.

I never wanted to hurt you.

It's too late for that, isn't it?

No, but nobody needs to know
what happened between us.

We know it. And that's enough for me.

You gave me your word, Diego.

I know, but…

we both deserve someone

-who feels more than just fondness for us.
-The cook?

The cook, Diego?

You can love a servant
but you can't love me?

Amelia, you're wonderful,
and I'm sure that…

Keep your compassion, Diego de Castamar.

I don't need it.

Dry those tears.

You'll be the Duchess of Castamar,
you can be sure of it.

Thank you.

He'll come back to his senses.

I'll make sure of it.

They wouldn't let me in.

What are you doing here? Go away.

I know about Esteban.

Dying like that must be horrendous.

Let me stay by your side.

-You know I'd do anything for you.
-Then go.

I'm not leaving.

-What have I done?
-Don't you understand?

I hate that every time you're with me,

you imagine me with him.
It was repugnant.

I've never felt so humiliated,

so dirty.

He knew you could see us, and so did I…

That's what it is?

You can leave now.

Everything is so unpleasant here.

No.

No, it isn't.

I'm not going to let Esteban
get between us anymore.

I need to be with you.

Don't say it.

I'm in love.

-Don't say it.
-I love you.

I'm not going to love you.

Lord Diego is in love with that cook.

He's willing to break his engagement
with a woman of his own class.

It's always easier
to love who we shouldn't.

But marriage is different.

That's why I've taken the liberty
of asking you for help.

The future of Castamar is in danger,

as well as my son's reputation.

We bring them into the world in pain.

I guess it's a foreshadowing
of what awaits us.

Mine are only just infants

and their future keeps me up at night.

Don't worry, Lady Mercedes,
we'll try to ensure it doesn't happen.

Marrying a servant…

Leave it with me.

Your Majesty,
I don't know how to thank you.

There's nothing to thank me for.

It's a service to the Crown.

Don't leave without visiting
my chrysanthemums.

They're more beautiful than ever
this year.

Do you remember that night in the kitchen?

I do need a helper.

I warn you that it'll be my first time.

Let it mix with the eggs and the sugar.

That's it.

-Do you want to keep going?
-Yes.

We should've kissed.

Why didn't we kiss?

There's so much I don't know about you.

There's so much you don't know about me.

You know…

I like to wake up late.

I like…

I like to go out walking in the forest
and getting lost.

I like getting lost in the forest.

Doing it makes me feel free,

connected to life.

To you, even though you're hurting now.

Keep talking.

Time is running out.

And I really like
the smell of the earth after the rain.

I know you can hear me, Clara.
I know you can hear me.

I'm in love with you.

Please, give me a chance.

Excuse me, sir,
I didn't want to disturb you.

I just came to see how Clara is doing.

She's the same.

Sir, with all due respect, maybe…

you'd like to change your clothes,

have a bath and eat something.

I'm sure it would do you some good.

And I can stay with her.

She's my friend,
I'd be very happy to do so.

Very well. I won't be long.

You have a lot to tell me
when you wake up.

I'll sit with you here for a while.

It seems His Lordship
has fallen in love with you.

I don't know how it happened,
but I'm not surprised.

If you knew how he looks at you…

How he looks after you,
he's taking very good care of you.

And the things he says to you.

Clara, you're going to wake up,
aren't you?

Why is He making me
go through this again, Melquiades?

Excuse me?

He's supposed to be merciful, isn't He?

Well, what else does He want from me?

-Sometimes He tests us.
-Yes.

A letter from the palace has arrived.
It's urgent, sir.

Bad news, sir?

His Majesty demands
I go through with my engagement.

Otherwise I'll have to renounce
everything.

All my privileges as a Spanish noble,
my position, my inheritance, everything.

Don't go.

I'm not going to wait
until Clara gets better to answer.

Forgive me for not getting up.

The servant said it was urgent.

Well, I wanted to give you my condolences
for the terrible loss of your husband.

Although I see
it's been wonderful for you.

I'm in mourning.

I thought
there were no secrets between us.

And I thought your men
would be more careful.

Esteban's unfortunate end
shouldn't have been so violent.

They've opened an investigation.

Exactly, dear.

Nobody is going to suspect you
of a mugging.

If it had been a poisoning,
it would be different.

Nobody cares about you like I do.

I think I've more than fulfilled
my part of the deal.

It's time you gave me the letter
from Amelia telling you of her misfortune.

Here you go.

This letter will change
the future of Castamar.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have
more important issues to take care of.

Of course.

Enjoy, dear. You're free now.

-You, too.
-Believe me, I will.

I thought I'd find you in bed.

We can make that happen.

What did the marquis want?

To give me his condolences.

I heard something
about Castamar and a letter.

I don't know, I didn't really understand.

I just wanted him to leave.

Be careful with him, I don't like him.

Enough talking about Enrique.

They say cooking is one of the things
that differentiates us from animals.

That when we were created,
we were made better.

We were given a soul, language.

The capacity to judge others…

to condemn, to execute.

I'm not any better.

I cook so we are not erased.

She's not responding to the treatment
and she's getting weaker.

I think that you should inform her family.

Excuse me.

Why would we inform her family?
Is she going to die?

It's in God's hands now.

Well, I don't know what plans God has,
but I'm not letting that happen.

Excuse me.

What's the matter? Is it Clara?

That quack doesn't have a clue
about anything,

about Clara,
about medicine, about anything.

Is she going to die?

How could she not if she's gone
all this time without eating?

Okay, this is what we'll do.
Carmen, come here.

Truffles with mushrooms in olive oil.

Get the truffles and the mushrooms.
And I'll take care of…

Cloves, parsley and butter.
Does anyone know where the butter is?

Thanks. Let's see. Cloves…

Cloves, parsley.

Don't be naive.
If the doctor said she's going to die…

-Beatriz.
-What?

What you're doing is useless.

What's useless
is just letting her die, Beatriz.

Of course we won't do that.
Let's see, what do we have to do?

Clean the mushrooms with a cloth,

-cut them up roughly.
-Get a frying pan.

-I want to help, too.
-Very good. You need to bring me…

the olive oil and the eggs,
and the black pepper,

which must be over there.

I'll get going with the garlic.

Francisco.

I see you've started painting again.

Yes, nothing in particular.

We have to talk.

-If it's about Diego, you already know…
-It's about the Marquis of Soto.

You might be right.

Why?

I overheard a conversation
he was having with someone.

He said he had a letter
that could change the future of Castamar.

I think we should do something.

We have to get that letter,
no matter what it takes.

Be careful,

it's full of urine.

Armando Belmonte?

I appreciate your visit, Father,

but if you've come
to cleanse me of my sins, you can go.

I've done nothing I need to repent for.

Aren't you a priest?

No, I'm not.

What have you come for, then? Who are you?

I'm Diego de Castamar,
I signed the order of your execution.

-The Duke of Castamar?
-Yes.

My daughter works in that house.

Is she all right?

No, sir, that's why I'm here.

No.

Is she dead?

I wish it weren't so, but the doctor says
she hasn't got much time left.

What happened, what's wrong with her?

She found out
you were going to be executed

-and she went out at night in the storm.
-No.

Since then, she has gotten worse
and she has a very high fever.

Are they treating her with quinine?

Yes.

She's reacted badly to it
since she was a girl,

she has to stop taking it right away.

It's the quinine.
The quinine is killing her.

This is done, it just needs to be plated.

Be careful.

Carmen.

Clara's going to be very proud of you.

It turned out exactly the same.

I'm sure she'd like
that we made it together.

And with you, too.

This will help eliminate
the quinine more quickly.

Hold on, Clara.

I saw your father. You have to hold on.

Excuse me.

You'll see, she'll want to eat now.

We know what's causing so much damage.

So she's going to recover?

Her body should start reacting
in a few hours.

I'm so happy. Lord,

I pray to you, please don't take her.

Please.

The hour has arrived.

The ritual of setting the table.

The last supper.

Truffles with mushrooms in olive oil.

But what point is there, Father,

if you can't be here?

-I've come back from the palace.
-How did it go?

It's much worse than I thought.

He's written to the king,
giving up everything for that woman.

Positions, titles, inheritance.

Has he lost his mind?

The queen has, for now,

prevented the letter
from reaching the hands of His Majesty.

But it's just a matter of time.

-It'll be the end of Castamar's legacy.
-We have to stop it.

I know my son.

Nothing will make him change his mind.

What are you doing?

Lord Diego is willing
to give up everything for a cook.

There'll be no wedding, Miss Castro,

so enjoy the luxury,
because you're only going to have poverty.

I'm not going to let Diego
go back on his word.

He's going to marry me.

Anything else?

Excuse me,
I didn't want to disturb you, but…

What's the matter?

I'm a bit shy to say.

But there is something
you should know about.

Clara.

Wake up, old man.

There's a date for your execution.

In three days, you'll hang.

Armando Belmonte,

accused of assassination,
treason and fleeing.

Guilty of all charges
and condemned to death by hanging.

I can't die for my father.

But I can try to save him.

Clara.

Clara.

No.

Relax, take it easy.

No, relax, everything will be okay.

My God.

Clara woke up, she's feeling better.

She's going to be all right.

Holy Virgin, thank you for hearing me.

I owe you a few Masses, I'll pray
on my knees, whatever you want.

Carmen, come here.

-Can you help me make something?
-Yes.

-Shall we celebrate?
-Yes.

-Let's.
-Yes.

Who made this?

Carmen?

It's incredible.

It's one of Clara's special recipes.

It didn't turn out quite as well, but…

It did, silly, it's fantastic.
Isn't it good?

It looks like Roberto
hasn't enjoyed it at all.

-He already finished it.
-What?

Can I have more?

Mother, please.

It's over, Diego.

It's one thing to give up
all your privileges,

but it's another to make
the heir of Castamar a bastard.

Amelia is pregnant.
You're going to marry her.

Are you asking me to marry you?

What happened to the money
the Crown gave you in advance?

There's now a date
for Armando Belmonte's execution.

In two days.

We know about your relationship
with Francisco Marlango.

We have to go.

What's the matter?

It was you who signed his death sentence.

I can't grant those pardons.

Nor can you fall in love with a servant.

I'm going to make you happy,
Diego, I promise.

There'll be a wedding
earlier than we thought.

How I love hearing good news.

You're not going to get it.

If we find that letter,
we can unmask Enrique.

I'll do it alone.

No. It's too dangerous, we'll both do it.

Did the king agree to the pardon?

Provided he gets some proof
that shows his innocence.

There are two days left,
how am I going to do that?

-No, I can't do that.
-Yes, you can. You don't have a choice.

-Your Ladyship, the food you ordered.
-I don't like it.

Miss Castro had her cooking all night.

We saw her leave Castamar yesterday
at a very strange hour.

She wasn't in her room
or in the office well into the night.

Subtitle translation by:
Michael Evans Healey