All language subtitles for Velvet.S01E15.1080p.Netflix.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.x264-QOQ_track3_[eng]

You're getting married tomorrow.

- Yes. Tomorrow...
- What's wrong?

It's Cristina.
She's the perfect woman.

Something in my head tells me
I'm doing the right thing,

but I don't...

- Alberto?
- Cristina.

It's her, isn't it?

Your first love.
The reason you went to London.

- What's that got to do with anything?
- You haven't answered me.

- What's going on here?
- An absurd, stupid misunderstanding.

It had to happen for me to find
the courage to tell the truth.

- What truth?
- Ana and I... we're together.

So, he was your boyfriend?

- I'm late.
- Are you pregnant?

Sometimes things
don't happen the way we planned

and you can't change them.
You have to look on the bright side.

Maybe you can change them.

Doña Paulina? It's Luisa.
I have the money.

All done.
Everything looks fine.

If you have some bleeding,
don't worry.

Luisa!
Luisa! Oh my God!

- Help!
- What happened?

- Rita, call the doctor.
- Doña Blanca, I have to talk to you.

It's about what happened to Luisa.

I don't remember a thing.

Some things are better forgotten.

Her name's Paulina,
but that's all I know.

She's putting
these girls' lives at risk.

One of them will never
be able to have children again.

Why don't you join me?

I was going to dine alone,
as I'm sure were you.

- I promise we'll be back on time.
- Alright.

As of today he'll be taking over
Pedro's duties as porter.

Take the fabric to the storeroom

and order them
by name and date of arrival.

I want it done before midday.

And I hope you'll have delivered
the mail that's in the office by then.

- Anything else, Doña Blanca?
- Of course.

This is just the beginning.

I know it was your decision.

Alberto was just your front man.

I won't charge you a penny until
my designs are selling like hot cakes.

- What are you doing here, Raúl?
- You're looking at Velvet's new designer.

Your dear father-in-law, Gerardo Otegui,
has hired me to create

- the new collection.
- Are you serious?

- Are you OK?
- No.

- My waters broke.
- You still have two days!

Enrique, darling, can you call a cab or
do you want me to give birth right here?

- I'll get a car.
- Taxi!

- It's OK, here it is.
- Here it is.

Don't worry.
Everything's going to be OK.

I'm going to a wedding and I need
someone to go with me.

That and...
I can't be without you.

Can you lend me some money?

Again?

It's a matter of life and death.
I need a dress.

- You've got a nerve, Clara.
- It's for the wedding.

- I'm going with Don Mateo.
- Like boyfriend and girlfriend?

Yes! Last night we made up. He asked me
to go with him and I said yes.

I need to talk to you about the wedding.

- Mateo, just ten minutes I promise.
- No.

If not they're going to take it away--

No, wait. Listen.

Something's happened.

- It's the wedding.
- What? They're not getting married?

- Well...
- What?

Why do I have make all the sacrifices?

It's just a couple of days for show
and then we'll be back--

Do you know
what I spent on that dress?

Rita, it's the dress.
Cristina's wedding dress.

It's disappeared.

We were all nervous last night, Ana.
Maybe you just forgot where you put it.

What nerves?
I know perfectly well what I did.

Someone must have moved it.

But I'll help you look for it and--

Rita, I already looked.

See? The wedding dress isn't here.

So, it just vanished.

Things don't just disappear like that.

Do they?

- Oh dear Lord, it's disappeared!
- I told you.

OK, don't panic.
We're going to retrace your steps.

- My steps?
- That's what I do when I lose things.

That and pray to Saint Cucuphas.

- Or Saint Anthony...
- Rita!

OK, I'll concentrate.
Let's see.

Think back.
When did you last see it?

There was a lot going on
in the workroom.

I finished adjusting it,

I ironed it,

I put it in a white box

and then I brought it over here
with the rest of the wedding orders.

The orders that Max had to deliver today.

Of course! Let's go.

Max?

Open up.

What's wrong?

- You'll catch your death like that.
- Rita!

What do you want?

Did you take my parcel
from the order table this morning?

Maybe.
I picked up a lot of parcels today.

It was a big, white box. Unwrapped.

Yes. Yes.

It was with the other boxes
and I thought it was for delivery. Why?

Because it wasn't for delivery.

It was Miss Cristina's wedding dress.

What?

Who knows where it is now.

Do you have a list of today's deliveries?

Yes. It's in the porter's office.

We can call the other customers and
ask if they received anything by mistake.

Yes. If we can get it back
tonight, it's like it never happened.

Shall we call your uncle and Doña Blanca?

- Come on.
- No, no! Why bother them

if we can get it back ourselves?

We have to call our best clients in
the middle of the night. They'll find out.

We can ask them not to tell.
If Doña Blanca finds out I'm a dead man.

I'm in her charge and you know
she's not exactly understanding.

"Night of the Queen"

Sorry to call so late.
Good night.

The Valverdes don't have it
and they were the last ones on the list.

I don't know how
this could have happened.

But how can none of them have it?

So they say, Rita.

Our clients aren't thieves. What are
they going to do with a wedding dress?

- I was in a mess this morning.
- Now we're all in mess, Max.

This would never
have happened with Pedro.

So what are we going to do?
If Cristina finds out about this--

If Cristina finds out about what?

You'd better tell me
what's going on this instant.

You are so sweet...
There was no need to come so late.

Don't be silly!
You're family.

Anything to see that beautiful baby.

I saw the baby in the nursery.
She's adorable.

Thank you.

Congratulations.

I would offer you one,
but they're for the men in the family.

I can smell Cubans.

- So do we have a boy?
- Almost. A girl.

- Congratulations, Enrique.
- Thank you.

- How's the mother doing?
- She's resting.

- Do you want one?
- No, thank you.

And the bride?

The bride should be resting too.

The wedding!

Can you believe I forgot all about it?

That was the plan.
It worked!

Enrique, if you didn't want to come
tomorrow I'd completely understand.

What?

Barbara's mother's on her way
and she's going to stay with them.

I wouldn't miss
my little sister's wedding for anything.

After all, you only get married once.

Right, now get some rest.
Tomorrow's going to be a long day.

I'll take her home
and make sure she does.

I'll walk you to the door.

- Good night.
- Sleep well.

Uncle,

let's let the lovebirds
say goodbye to each other.

We'll wait for you in the car.

- Goodnight, Alberto.
- See you tomorrow.

It really suited you.

Having the baby in your arms.

Don't be scared!

No, no. Don't worry.
There's plenty of time for that.

One step at a time.

Yes.
And the first step's tomorrow.

The next time we see each other
will be in church.

Are you nervous?

Are you nervous?

I would be.

But I know that marrying you
is going to make me so happy.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

- Are you OK?
- Yes.

- Just tired.
- Wrong answer.

You thought you were going to spend
your last night of freedom alone?

No, my friend. No.
You and I are going out.

Where?

If I tell you, it'll ruin the surprise.
Let's go.

Pausa?
This is my big surprise?

Oh, shut up!
Look who's warming up the party for us.

Great!
Now we're all here.

- Three gins.
- What are you doing here?

I told him I had a long night
in store for the groom.

- He didn't want to miss out.
- Raúl de la Riva

is a responsible, upstanding employee.
But Raúl Rivelles is a party boy,

and this party's just getting started!

- You've already started.
- Just a warm up.

Two, three drinks?
Confess! How many?

All I'll say is you have
some catching up to do.

Don't underestimate us!

A toast.

To the wedding of the year.

And a night you'll never forget.

Don Emilio!

- Don Emilio!
- Yes, I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Sorry to bother you
so late, but it's urgent.

- Don Emilio, I'm so sorry--
- Being sorry is of no use whatsoever.

We have to find a solution.
All of us.

There's not much we can do
except tell Miss Cristina.

We have to tell her as soon as possible.

But she's going to be crushed.
She might even call off the wedding.

- Rita's right.
- I'm right.

It's a delicate situation.
We shouldn't be the ones to tell her.

We need someone close
to Miss Otegui.

Someone who knows her well

and who can help us
find the best solution.

- Good evening, gentlemen.
- Rita!

Rita!
My favorite assistant!

- Are you joining the party?
- Well, yes. More or less.

- Did you come alone?
- Yes.

- How modern!
- Rita, stay and have a drink with us.

- Please, Rita. Stay for a drink.
- Well, OK.

- I insist. My treat. Please.
- No, no.

Really. I actually came
to see Mr. De la Riva.

- Me?
- Yes. I called your hotel.

You're a hard man to track down!

Oh, I love this song.
Love it!

- Me too. Shall we dance?
- Yes.

Yes?
OK, excuse us.

I thought tonight was men only
and look, you brought your sister-in-law.

- My sister-in-law?
- Yes. She's your girlfriend's sister.

Ah, Clara. Ana's my girlfriend,
don't you forget it!

I couldn't even if I wanted to.

Well, you should. Because as of now,
there should only be one woman

in your head and in your life.

Maybe I was a bit nervous before,
but I'm sure.

- Cristina's the one I want.
- Very good! Finally!

As far as Ana's concerned, she could be
my girlfriend or join a nunnery.

I don't care.
But as of today, she's history for you.

Alberto. Duty calls. You'll have
to carry on the party without me.

- Is everything OK?
- Yes, yes.

Of course.
Everything's perfect. Just perfect.

I insist, Raúl.
Stay for one more drink.

It's just Rita needs a favor.

It's personal, you know.

I hope it's not the type
of personal favor I think it is!

How unfunny you are.

A fashion designer's work is never done.

Enjoy yourselves.

See you later.

- You know what that is?
- What?

High treason!

Abandoning your friends
for a girl is not on. Not tonight!

- That's just what he's done.
- You know what we should call it?

- What?
- A sign.

A clear sign telling us to go home.

I know you,
and this could all end up very badly!

A sign? You want signs? Here's a sign
in my hand and a sign in your hand.

I want my friend's last night
as a single man to go down in history!

Here's to you.

Two more, please.

Whisky.

It's nothing but problems working here.

We didn't know what to do
and we thought of you.

You know Miss Cristina,
so we thought you could help us.

At least break the news to her.

This is a tragedy.

A total and utter tragedy.

Are you OK, Mr. De la Riva?

It's just seeing you here,
so serious in your pajamas!

He's a little bit too merry, Ana.

I'm afraid the cure is going to do
more damage than the illness.

Mr. De la Riva,
if you're not feeling your best,

I understand we've
caught you at a difficult time.

Please.

Please, excuse me.

All great artists create their finest
works when somewhat inebriated.

Don't get me wrong,
I'm talking about creative inebriation.

What's more, if we can't manage
a smile at a time like this,

then it's going to be
a very long night.

- Long night?
- Yes.

Get me the fabrics
we brought back from Paris.

It don't care which ones,

just as long as they're ivory or white.

We'll work directly onto the fabric,

no pattern, because we're kamikazes.
We've no time to lose.

You're not suggesting
we sew a new dress in one night?

Do you have a better idea?

- We can't do it.
- In the best workroom in the country?

Yes, we can.

But you think Miss Cristina
will be happy with a dress like that?

Obviously it won't be
the dress she was hoping for,

but I assure you
she won't remember the other one.

Life's funny.

I always imagined Cristina
in one of my dresses on her wedding day.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

We're going to make the most beautiful
dress ever to have come out of Velvet.

Come on, Rita, Ana.
Call the others!

Quickly!

Are you two going to stay there?

In your pajamas?

Where is it?
Here.

- Inés!
- Conchita! Susana!

Wake up!
We have to go up to the workroom.

- You'll wake her?
- Yes.

Sagrario!

- Consuelo!
- Sagrario!

Consuelo! Open the door.

What's going on?
Is there a fire or something?

Worse, Clara.

- The wedding dress is missing.
- What?

I'm coming with you.

But you can't even thread a needle.

Rita, I don't think you're
in any position to be fussy.

Clara's right, Rita.
Come with us, you can help somehow.

And since when
are you two such good friends?

- Victims of love have to stick together.
- Listen to her!

- And Luisa? Shall I get her?
- No, let her rest, poor thing.

She's still sick?

- What's wrong with her?
- She's another victim of love. Come on!

- Come on girls!
- Come on! Move it!

Come in.

Come in. I'm so sorry
to drag you out of your beds.

Good evening.

Well, I say good.

But you know what?
This is a good evening.

Good because tonight
we have a challenge,

and challenges remind us
who and how good we are.

And you are all very good.

Very good.

We'll divide up
the tasks so everything goes...

- Doña Blanca, I don't know how--
- Shut up!

Do you have any idea
of the enormity of your error?

- Do you?
- Yes, yes I do.

I'm so sorry.
I had so many things--

Your pay will be docked five days.

Don Emilio, I did the best I could,

- but I'm a shop assistant by trade.
- Make it a week.

Or do you want to add any more days?

Go to your room.

That young man needs to realize
where he is and who he's dealing with.

This year it will have been

25 years

since the Antuña collection catastrophe.

We delivered more than ten orders

in the wrong sizes.

I'll never forget it.

It was the morning of the 24th December,
right in the middle of Christmas.

I fired 11 employees.

And in the worst possible way.

If I had to shout again the way I did
that day, I'd give myself a heart attack.

You were only doing your duty.

They deserved to be fired.

They made a mistake.
And they were careless.

That was why they were fired.

But my shouting,

my insults,

my personal attacks...

That same day I'd lost
someone very important to me.

And I took it out on them.

I don't know if there's something wrong,

and I don't mean to pry,

but lately, it's like
you're a different Blanca.

One who they all
end up taking advantage of.

You can't let your guard down
with them, Don Emilio.

- You just can't.
- Who says you have to? No.

No. Blanca is strict,
honest and professional.

But she's also patient and understanding.

You know what?

I just wouldn't like
to lose sight of her.

- I have to get back to the workroom.
- One more thing. Sorry, but the wedding?

- Do I have someone to go with... or not?
- The way things are,

there might not even be a wedding.

If we get out of this mess
then we'll see.

Good evening,

I'd like to reserve a room, please.

No, no, it's not for me.
It's for a friend.

Isabel Navarro.

From tomorrow.

For the whole week, I suppose.

Very good.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- I'm sorry to interrupt--
- Doña Blanca,

do we have the pattern for this dress?

The Venice from collection 52?
Yes, we have it.

Good, we'll work from that.

Are you sure? It doesn't look much
like a wedding dress.

Absolutely.

We also have the Milan,
from the same collection.

No. I want the Venice.
It's exactly what we need.

Very well.
Consuelo, bring us the pattern.

Inés.

Inés and Conchita,

you'll work on the underskirt.

Susana.

Susana and Sagrario,
you'll take the top layer.

After that we'll start
to work on the lace bodice.

There's still some fabric
from the original veil left.

No, we'll start from scratch.

I need something new and fresh.
Something more, more floaty and sheer.

Follow me to the storeroom.
Let's go.

And please, from now on,
let's have some glamour. Glamour!

I've had enough
of curlers, nightshirts and pajamas!

We're going to get to work

on a Mikado overskirt.

What's that?

Never mind.
It's chiffon.

I need a long, tulle petticoat.

- The one we brought back from Paris?
- Yes, perfect! Perfect! Yes.

Bring that one.
Good idea.

And me, Mr. De la Riva?
Can I help you with anything?

Oh, Clara!
My muse!

My beautiful and graceful muse!

Like a Parisian tulle!

Of course you can help.

This is going to be a long night.
You're going to help us.

Bring coffee for everyone.

- Of course...
- Clara!

And a gin for me.

A small gin to help smooth the transition
from Alberto's party

to this rather stressful situation.

- Don Alberto's having a party?
- Of course! His bachelor party!

That's where I was,
and having a great time.

And as we all know,
a party with Don Mateo

is likely to be one
for the history books.

And by that

I mean that I am missing out
on a world of pleasures!

Yes, yes, yes.

A typical bachelor party

with all the typical
bachelor party things, I imagine.

I'll go and get those coffees.

I'll be a bit longer with your gin,
because I have to go out for it.

Don't be too long.

Put it on my bill, please.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the next round is on me.

You heard him, it's on the groom!

I'm going to miss you so much!

I'm not leaving the country,
I'm just getting married.

But it's basically the same thing.

The honeymoon's only two weeks,
but I'm worried about leaving the store--

In the hands of a great manager
and excellent party buddy.

Yes, I know, but I'm worried
having Enrique there prowling around.

Don't worry.

When you get back the lion will seem
like a defenseless pussycat.

I'm a great tamer of wild animals!

- See you later, lion tamer!
- Don't go! I know you.

- I still have to give you your surprise.
- I'm just going to the bathroom.

Hello ladies, I gather
you don't come to Pausa often.

We're here celebrating my friend's
wedding tomorrow if you'd like a drink...

I'd also like a drink.

Clara, look, I wasn't trying it on
with those girls.

I want my drink.
The same as yours.

- Look...
- My drink! Thank you.

We both know that drink's going
to end up in my face, isn't it?

I promise it won't.

I've been waiting
for you all night in my room.

I wanted to work things out
and where do I find you?

Partying.

Good night, Don Mateo.

Clara, don't call me Don,
not again... Don, no!

- Goodbye, I have a lot to do.
- No, Clara.

You can't leave me like this.
Please.

Oh, I think I can.

Maybe the cold shower
will do you good.

Wasn't that Clara?

Yes, that was Clara. It seems today
they're all coming in dribs and drabs.

But don't worry, the next girl
to walk through that door will be Ana.

No, no, no.
No jokes now, Mateo, please.

- Where are our drinks?
- Our drinks?

The last one is right here.

- Well, you'll have to have another one.
- The bottle?

Order another one.

I'm sorry, excuse me.
After you.

Oh, Clara, finally, the coffee.

Thank you.

I'm on my last legs,
what took you so long?

Are you OK?

Better than ever.

Shut up!

Hundreds of shooting stars
will be clearly visible.

So, if you have the time,
look up at the sky and make your wish.

Pedro told me about this.
With the commotion I completely forgot.

- Pedro called you?
- Yes, this afternoon.

He told me he'd try and see it.
I don't want to miss it for anything.

The only stars you're going to see

are the ones from slaps you'll get
if you don't get back to work this second!

Come on, ladies! We have to get
that dress finished tonight!

Mr. De la Riva,

- your drink.
- Oh, how wonderful!

Just at the right time.

Excuse me.
Excuse me.

Can I help with anything else?

Yes, you can help Sagrario
make the fastenings with the mouse tail.

Oh, I don't like mice.

Mouse tail!

Clara doesn't even know
what a mouse tail is.

We need any help we can get.
There's no time.

- We told you it was going to be tricky.
- Yes, yes, I know, I know.

But it's no good whining now,

unless you've come to tell me
how to grow an extra arm, Doña Blanca.

Maybe a pair of extra hands could help?

Maximiliano,
what are you doing here?

I can't just sit back and watch you all
work knowing that it's all my fault.

Very well.

Very noble, Maximiliano,
after everything you've done.

Help Clara and Sagrario.

Look, Don Emilio.

I've always thought of you
as a total professional,

but watching you walk around the room
doing nothing is driving me crazy.

It makes me nervous
and I can't concentrate on my work.

I can sew if you like.

Perfect.

There's the machine.

I was joking.

Well I hope your stitches

are better than your jokes,
because I believed you.

And you wouldn't want
to disappoint me, would you?

You can do it, Don Emilio.

We need you.

Thank you, Maximiliano.

Why's everyone standing around?

Look,

I have to sew more tulle
on this petticoat

to give it more volume.

Don't look at me like that.

You see that fabric?

It needs to be sewn to this one.

Don't worry, uncle, I can do it.
No, Ana. You're too busy.

Carry on with what you were doing.

It's better if I do it.
My uncle doesn't know how to--

One moment.

There's no need to tell you again
how long I've been working here.

That's beside the point.

But, if after so many years,

I didn't know
how the machines in this room work,

if that were the case,

then, and I repeat,

my name wouldn't be Emilio López.

Now please...

That's the spirit.

Very good.

Now all you have to do
is move the pedal

and feed the fabric through.

You don't say.

Come on, everyone back to work.

If you ever want to leave
your department,

you have a job here.

More fabric.

You're a lifesaver!

Well, let's get to work.

No, no, no, no!
Give me, give me!

You need to be sober for this.
Santi!

- I'm scared!
- Your surprise.

What is it?

Open it.

I knew it!
I knew it!

I always knew it was you!

And several years later,

it is revealed
that I was the one who stole

- the picture from the headmaster.
- It was you!

- Of course it was me.
- It was you!

But you took the rap!

- And this is your wedding gift?
- Not good enough?

Confirmation that you're
the world's worst friend!

And you, the best!

One picture

and two glasses
of the finest Scotch whisky.

Alberto...

for the good times we've had.

And for those yet to come.

Manuel! Manuel!

Waiter!

I'm going to get another bottle.

No! Not that way!
You're going to fall!

- What are you doing?
- I told you so!

Sorry, sorry!

What were you drinking?

Don't worry, I'll get you
the same again, but better.

- Sorry, sorry!
- But--

It's OK, this is my friend's party
and you are both cordially invited.

Alberto, your highness,

- I bumped into some friends.
- Gentlemen.

Gentlemen, tonight
is going to be legendary.

First she wanted the table on that side,
then on the other. She was a total pain.

- And so what did you say?
- Well look,

after two hours of moving
that table around, I said to her:

"Your husband must be saint,

because not even a mother
would put up with this!".

We took our things
and left the same way we came.

You see? Women always
complicate our existence.

And work.

We have to put up with
this kind of thing on a daily basis.

And now here we are,
celebrating that we got fired!

Maybe we can help you out.

Here.

Tell them Mateo Ruiz sent you.

There's always
a place for good guys like you.

Velvet?

This is where
we're working tomorrow, isn't it?

Yes. They hired us as porters.
You two work there?

More or less.

Manager and deputy manager
of the store.

You're Mr. Márquez,
I knew it!

I knew I recognized your face.

Lately he's in all the magazines.

Tomorrow he's hanging up his belt
as Madrid's most eligible bachelor.

Well, well!

- Congratulations!
- Congrats!

It's true, I read about it.
To Cristina Otegui.

A very beautiful girl.
If you don't mind me saying.

Why would he mind?

He's marrying the girl of his dreams,

aren't you?

Luisa, what are you doing here?

I couldn't sleep.
What's going on?

Cristina's wedding dress
has disappeared.

- What?
- What I just said.

But why didn't you tell me?

Luisa, you're still not well.
You should go back to bed.

- No, no. I want to stay and help.
- You should go back to your room.

- Right now, what you need is rest.
- What I need is to work.

Keep my mind occupied, stop thinking.

Luisa, you need to understand
that you're not well.

Please.

I want to stay.

Very well.

Go and change
and wait for Don Raúl's instructions.

Thank you.

Ana, make sure
she doesn't work too hard.

She's still not well.

I thought you were sick.

I want to help.

You should listen
to Doña Blanca and go back to sleep.

No, no. If I spend
one more minute alone, I'll die.

OK, here, help me with the petticoat.

What's going on?

Nothing, nothing.
You always want to know everything.

No, it's OK.

You want to know?

I got pregnant
and I had an abortion.

A natural one or...?

What difference does that make?

No, the other kind.

Goodness, and then
I'm the one with the reputation.

- Clara...
- What did I say?

You should keep your mouth shut.

- No, she's right.
- What do you mean she's right?

You didn't have the baby because
you couldn't. Not because you're loose.

That's not what I said.

No.

I didn't have it because I didn't know

if it was Juan's or Don Francisco's.

What?

He got me my job back and...

And then he paid for Juan's treatment.

I had to...

pay him back somehow.

What a pig.

That's why I...

I didn't want the baby.

Because seeing its face
would have reminded me of...

everything.

Luisa, forgive me. I'm so, so sorry.
I'm such a big mouth,

- please forgive me.
- No, don't worry.

Why didn't you tell us?
We could have helped you.

Because not telling made it...

not real somehow.

It's over now.

But I told you.

Anyway...

How does this go?

This was a great party, Mateo.

- I'm going home to sleep.
- What?

Yes, thanks a lot for the drinks
and the laughs,

but we're going to go home too.

We've got a long day tomorrow
working at the store.

Hang on.
The party isn't over yet!

We just need a new location.

Mateo, it's late.
Tomorrow's my wedding day.

- Get some sleep.
- Alberto, it's your last night.

You can't leave me
in the lurch like this.

It's dead in here.

So we'll find somewhere else.

The four of us can party anywhere.

You know what?
You're right, Mateo.

One last drink, wherever you like.

That's the spirit!

- Everything's closed now.
- Mateo knows a place.

Don't worry lads,
you're with Daddy.

I know a place that's open all night.

I'm going to break a nail at this rate.

And you, cheer up!
More was lost in the war!

This wouldn't
have happened to Pedro, would it?

No.

I heard you split up.

And why the sudden interest?

Well, Pedro's my friend
and all pretty girls interest me.

Pedro's kind and loyal,
but he's too sweet for me.

Girls like guys who drive them wild.

More spice and less sugar!

Or at least that's how I like them.

The more we fight,

the more I want to kiss him.

- I've got no chance then?
- Not at all.

So there's no need to butter me up,
this girl's already got her Don Juan.

And I've broken it.

Here, let me see.

Doña Blanca.

Ah, Clara.
I was looking for you.

Don Raúl wants another, another...

Another drink?

Yes, another drink.

Of course.
Right away.

Let me help you.

No. There's no need.
Carry on with your work.

Oh, how wonderful!

Wonderful!
Incredible!

It brings back so many memories.

It's been so long
since I picked up a needle.

One starts designing

and forgets how much fun

getting your hands dirty is.

I'm always dirty from head to toe!

But of course, I can imagine.

I just didn't know that after
a couple of drinks you get like this.

Like what?

So... sentimental.

Ah, my dear!

But of course.

- Hang on, this is stuck.
- May I?

No, we do it like this.

Well, I'll fix it later.

There are only
two good things about alcohol.

One, you say the first thing
that comes into your head,

and two, it brings out
your most basic instincts.

- If you know what I mean.
- Yes, of course.

No, you don't understand.

Maybe a drink would do you good.

With Pedro.

Listen!

Please, Rita, I have eyes.

I'm not stupid.

And now that Pedro's
no longer with your sister--

Shh, please!
She doesn't know about my feelings.

Promise me
this will stay between you and me.

What's this?
What has to stay between you two?

That I made the overskirt
after a few too many drinks.

And look how it's turned out!

It's turned out beautifully.

I haven't lost my touch.

The girls have finished the bodice.

- If you like I can model it for you.
- No.

No?

You're not going to try on the dress.

But I thought I was your muse.

And you are my muse, chérie,
but we have to be practical.

You're not the same shape as Cristina.
You're more of a model, more bony,

we need more hips,
more of a shape.

Tell the seamstresses to come in,
I want to have a look at them.

Let's see, Conchita.

Your legs are too short, dear.

Let's see.

You get skinnier by the day, Luisa.

- What's Cristina's waist size?
- 60.

The same as yours, isn't it?

- So then we have our model.
- Are you sure?

But you haven't tried me yet.
I have a 60 centimeter waist too.

Well, 62, but if I suck my tummy in...

What a nerve, Rita.
You're a 65 minimum.

- Ana can't, she's not feeling well.
- Don't worry, Rita. I'll do it.

You're perfect!

Girls, this is the moment of truth.

Doña Blanca,
prepare everything for the fitting.

Let's go.
We can't fall asleep just yet.

Bring me the shoes,
the petticoat and the veil.

Come on.

- You and your big mouth.
- I know, I know.

And you're so pretty
with your mouth shut.

Oh, dear, you poor thing.

- It doesn't matter.
- What do you mean?

You should be wearing
that dress tomorrow.

But she's not, so let's drop it.

But don't torture yourself because
I think we need to take it out more.

Her hips are wider.

- And her bottom's bigger.
- That's true.

It's a shame she's going to wear it
because it looks much better on you.

I'll say.

Oh, what would I do without you girls?

Find yourself a boyfriend.
But not mine if you can help it!

A boyfriend?
Am I missing something?

Nothing, just a soap opera
that's worthy of the royal family.

Rita.

Where's the lace you took
from the storeroom the other day?

We ran out. I ordered more,
but it will take two days. Why?

No, no, no, no!

I can't believe the best fashion house
in the country has no Aleçon lace.

We have some others that might work.
They're not as refined but--

Please, Don Emilio.
I appreciate the help.

Look, come here.
Come here.

Look at this dress.
Take a good look.

Do you think
that after all our efforts

we can put just old lace
on this dress?

We need a more elegant fabric.

We could use the chiffon we brought
from Paris. I think we have some left.

What?
More botched jobs, no!

No more!

Raúl...

We haven't come this far
to give up at the last hurdle.

We need a more exclusive fabric.

Something refined.

It's Cristina's wedding for God's sake!

Hang on a moment.

It's beautiful.

It's Chantilly.

It's a few years old,
but the design's still intact.

And it's the same white as the dress.

Where did you get it, Doña Blanca?

It was a gift
from my father on my wedding day.

Doña Blanca.

Was this really part
of your wedding dress?

It's absurd to have it here gathering
dust, and I'm not going to use it again.

You don't have to do this, Doña Blanca.

Maximiliano is under my charge.

It's as much my responsibility as his
that the dress has been lost.

What's more,
you're all doing all you can

to make sure the wedding goes ahead.

This is what I have to offer.

You have such a good heart
in that chest.

Don't be so ridiculous.
That's enough flattery, now back to work.

You heard the captain.

I want you to cut
the sleeves and the bodice.

Straight away.
Come on.

You've run out of gas, have you?

Really, this is no time to be working.

I'd be singing a different tune

if I were still out partying
with those louts.

But it's late,
they're probably in bed by now.

Especially Alberto,
tomorrow's his wedding.

With Don Mateo
as Master of Ceremony?

I've never been out with him,
but his reputation precedes him.

He'll have Alberto out until tomorrow.

Just hope they don't show up
at the church

with some girls on their arms.

What do you think, gentlemen?

You're beyond redemption, Mateo.

I should've known
you'd bring us somewhere like this.

This is a--

This is paradise,
right in the heart of Madrid.

But this is a private club.
We'll have to pay--

Pay?
Pay what?

Tonight's a special night.
Let's to enjoy ourselves.

- Mateo. Long time no see.
- Too long.

You look beautiful.

- Allow me to introduce you.
- Lidia Cano.

At your service.

Antonio.

Adolfo.

- And Alberto Márquez.
- Hello.

Madrid's most eligible
bachelor finally pays us a visit.

Well, I won't be a bachelor much longer.

In that case,
I won't keep you any longer.

Follow me.

Feel free to order
anything you like from the bar.

There are Cuban cigars in the drawers.
And if you need anything else,

my girls are at your total disposition.

Thank you, Lidia.

Enjoy yourselves.

Alberto,

don't you want anything else?

- Cuban cigars. These cost--
- An arm and a leg.

So enjoy it,
right up to the last puff.

- Good evening.
- Good evening, gentlemen.

Wasn't tonight
supposed to be no women?

Who said anything about women?

This is the perfect place
to carry on the party with your friends.

Do you want company?

No, no, no, no.

We're fine. We're celebrating
my friend's last night as a single man.

- You're getting married.
- Yes, he's getting married.

Ana.
My name's Ana.

Ana. Ana!

Marta!

We'll call you Marta.
Marta's a beautiful name. Much better.

Yes, yes, it is.

Believe me.
It's perfect.

Marta's a beautiful name.

Mr. De la Riva!

Mr. De la Riva?

Mr. De la Riva!

Raúl!

Rita, for God's sake!
You scared me to death!

I was just resting my eyes
for a moment.

That's what you call it, is it?

Where I'm from we call it
sleeping it off.

And with everything you've drunk
I think that's exactly what you need.

Are you insinuating
that I'm sozzled?

- I'm sozzled!
- Yes, you are.

Oh, how embarrassing.
Did I make a complete fool of myself?

Well, whatever happened,

if it hadn't been for you,
tonight would've been hell.

- You are sweet. Are you serious?
- Yes.

So you won't tell that I was
in here sleeping off the booze,

and I won't tell your secret, OK?

OK, my lips are sealed.

Now let's go.
I came to get you.

Oh God, what's happened now?
More upsets no, please.

No! We've finished the lace bodice.
The dress is ready!

Oh, that's great!
That's sobered me up!

Let's go!

It's better than the original one.

Not to undermine the work you did,
which was marvelous Ana.

She can't not like this dress.

It looks a lot like the dress
Grace Kelly wore on her wedding day.

That's true!

She's going to feel like a princess.

You know, that was
her dream when she was little.

It does look like
Grace's dress, you're right.

Chantilly on the shoulders,
the way it hangs.

But hers didn't have so much cleavage.

Because she's a princess, not a nun.

Congratulations, Mr. De la Riva.
I'm speechless.

That's the best praise I could hope for.

But this was a joint effort.

Especially from you.

Your sewing was wonderful.

You have to admit
that you enjoyed the experience.

Well, it was different.

I've always valued your work,

but now I am
in no doubt as to your talents.

That's true.

Ladies

and gentlemen,

you've done an exceptional job.

As always.

You'll look back on tonight
as a unique and unforgettable experience.

And now get some rest.

Tomorrow's going to be
another long day.

Let's go.
Good night everyone.

Thank you all.

Thank you.

Ana,

- now you'll put it away safely?
- Yes.

- Don't lose it again, please.
- No.

And not a word to Cristina.

I'll deal with it.

I, Alberto Márquez,

do solemnly swear--

- That's not how it goes!
- Yes, it is!

No, repeat after me.

In sickness and in health.

In sickness and in health.

- For richer, for poorer.
- For richer, for poorer.

Until death do us part.

Until death do us part.

I do.

Ana?

Ana!

Ana.

Are you alright?

Yes, what is it?

Rita wants us to go
and see this damn meteor shower.

She want us to make a wish.

As if it were going to come true!

Anyway, you want to come?

Yes, I'll finish this
and then I'll come.

Tonight wasn't easy, was it?

Lately nothing's easy, Clara.

But it's all over now.

Clara, really, I'm alright.

It's not that.

Mateo?

I went to Pausa and he
was there partying, surrounded by girls.

He's such an idiot.

And I'm a fool
for falling in love with a ladies' man.

I'm going to end up
the most cheated on woman in all Madrid.

Don't be silly.

It's true. To him I'm nothing more
than another notch on his bedpost.

Mateo was worried about you tonight.

Look, maybe he's been a loose cannon
all his life, but he's changing.

You're changing him.

And maybe he's too proud to say it,

but I'm sure he wouldn't cheat on you.

I'm not so sure.

I am, you silly thing!

It's been a long time since we've had
a man here who dances as well as you.

And you know what they say
about people who know can dance.

No.
What do they say?

Wait, wait, wait, wait...

You can have
another drink in the room if you like.

No, no, it's not the drink.

I can get you whatever you want.

You can't be who I want you to be.

I'm sorry.

- Another double.
- For you.

Another one left you high and dry?

Very funny.

Alberto, the last one?

No.
Or I won't even be able to walk

and then how am I going to get
to the wedding?

Are you nervous about the wedding?

To tell you the truth, no.

- Are you married?
- Me? No, no.

- Girlfriend?
- This one gets nowhere!

Actually, not long ago,

I met a girl.

I swear, I've never seen
such a beautiful girl in all my life.

Another romantic!

I'm serious.
Totally serious.

And what happened?

We went out a few times

and then she dumped me
because she's got a boyfriend.

The typical rich guy who's going
to trade her in at the first opportunity.

A real jerk.

Actually, she works at your store.

- She's a seamstress.
- What's her name?

Ana.
Do you know her?

She's stunning.

I don't know why
she's wasting her time with that idiot.

Gentlemen, please!

Please!

Sir, please leave.

Leave, if you don't want
any more problems.

It's OK, we're going.

Lidia.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no, Mateo.

You're not welcome here anymore.

Neither you nor your friend.

Don't worry, they won't be back.
You have my word.

Enrique?

What are you doing here?

Saving your skin, you imbecile.

- Let's go, let's go.
- Listen to your friend.

Go get some rest.
Tomorrow's going to be a long day.

Show some respect.

Doña Blanca,
whoever invented the thimble,

truly served your profession.

Don Emilio, thank you
so much for all you have done.

Not at all.

Shall I pick you up from your room,
or wait for you at the front door?

- For the wedding.
- I'm very grateful for the invitation.

But you must understand me.
I've no place there.

Don't say that, Doña Blanca.

Don Rafael has always thought of you
as one of the family.

He's done a lot for you.
He paid for your studies in Barcelona.

I think we both know
it wasn't like that.

You told me so yourself one time.

I'm sorry, Doña Blanca, but I don't know
the details of what you went to do there.

Maybe it's time you knew.

I went to Barcelona
to give my son up for adoption.

It was some time
after my husband's death.

I fell pregnant by Mr. Márquez.

But not Don Rafael,
it was his brother, Esteban Márquez.

When Don Rafael found out,
his brother told him I was a fraud

who only wanted his money
and to try and steal his business.

Don Esteban Márquez
was never a good man.

No.

And his brother knew so too.

He wanted me out of the way
to save his own skin.

But Don Rafael believed me.

And he threw Esteban
out of the business.

Even more reason to go
to the wedding tomorrow.

Don Rafael
would have wanted you there.

But don't expect too much!

You know I'm not exactly
the life and soul of the party.

And I'm not
the best dance partner either.

You should be resting.

I wanted to make sure
the dress was where it's supposed to be.

Although I suppose
the real risk is that I'm near it.

I hope Miss Otegui
doesn't mind the change.

- I wouldn't want to lose my job.
- That won't happen.

I know I was rude to you before,
but you have to understand that--

Don't worry, Doña Blanca.

I know perfectly well why
you behave the way you do with me.

- But there's no point talking about it.
- About what?

As far as I'm aware
there's nothing to talk about between us.

I think I make you nervous.

More nervous than you'd like.

When you grow up on the street

you're free.

Free from rules.

I didn't understand you until now.

But now I think I know your problem.

You're drowning
in your own prejudices, Doña Blanca.

That's why I'm not going
to make a move.

You'll do it.

And I'll be waiting.

You know there's
a meteor shower tonight?

Really?

That's what they said on the radio.

Well, what a perfect way
to top off our romantic evening.

I'm sorry about before.
I don't know what got into me.

Alberto, you can't fight
all of Ana's possible suitors.

Especially because I'm not always
going to be around to cover your back.

We're getting old, Mateo.

Tell me about it.

I had a beautiful woman in front of me
and all I could think of was Clara.

I'm here, and I'm thinking of Clara.

I sleep, and I think of Clara.
Clara, Clara.

Deny it all you want,
but if you're here with your best friend

and you're still thinking of her...

It seems pretty obvious to me.

What are you doing?

- Let's go.
- Where?

Where you should be.
And that's not here with me.

- She hates me--
- I've seen you get round worse things.

- Get in the car.
- Wait.

Mateo, get in the car.

OK, let's go.

"Clara without experience"!
I'm coming to get you.

Come on, come on, let's go!

There, there, there!
Make a wish.

- What? Where?
- That's a plane.

- A plane at this time?
- Well...

- Have you seen anything?
- Of course not.

- You can't see anything from here.
- It's difficult with so much light...

It's true.
Here you can't see anything.

If we were in my village
we'd see it as clear as day.

I know a place where
we'll be able to see it well.

It's not your village,
but the views are amazing.

Come on.
Come on, Rita.

Come on!

There!

Shh, be quiet. If they
find us up here, they'll kill us.

If we survived today
we can survive anything.

Where did you get to?

I was getting provisions.

Clara, really!

Come on, quickly!

Come on, let's go.

I never knew we could come up here.

We can't.

You kept this quiet.

It's so beautiful.

It was our place.

Well now it's ours.
The Velvet girls'.

- Let's celebrate.
- Yes.

You only brought one?

How many do you want?

Don't be so stingy,
Clara, this is a celebration.

Girls, look, there!

Make a wish.

Now we just have
to wait for it to come true.

It's amazing.

Yes.

You think one day
they'll discover a planet we can live on?

- Really, Rita!
- What?

You've ruined the moment!

Oh, my God!
Luisa you're getting sentimental.

Just look at how immense
the universe is.

But those Americans are quick.
They'll find something out there for sure.

Let's hope so. Because I'd love to send
all the men on this earth into space!

I can't see you hard up,
without a man to be running after.

Nor us, Rita.
Or do you think we'd be able to cope?

You should go and get some sleep.

Yes, I'm going.

Wait, I'll come with you.

Well, here we are.

I have a confession to make.

The wedding dress...

It was me who lost it.

Well, it wasn't me, it was Max.

But I addressed the package.

I don't even remember what I put.
It all happened so quickly.

The first address
I found in Doña Blanca's book.

I thought that maybe
with all the mess,

that they wouldn't end up getting married.

- You did it on purpose?
- No! That would be crazy!

I didn't mean to,
I just got in a mess.

You know I'm not good
with stress, Ana.

How can I not love you?

Come on, let's get some sleep.

Tomorrow's going to be a long day.

I'm going to stay here for a bit, OK?

I'll be right there.

Any advice?

Don't be yourself.

Keep the car. If all
goes to plan I won't be needing it.

I promise not to crash it.

Mateo, wait!

Whatever happens,

enjoy yourself and be happy.

I love it when you get romantic.

I'm leaving you in good company.

Good luck!

Clara, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Clara, forgive me.

How many times do I have to ask for
your forgiveness? How many? Is that it?

Forgive me, forgive me,
forgive me, forgive me.

I can do this all night
if that's what it takes. Forgive me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about Ana,
I'm sorry about this evening.

I swear it was one
of the worst nights of my life.

What happened to you nose?

This is evidence
of what a horrendous night I've had.

And you know why?

Because you're better
than all the other girls I know.

Better than the Daisies, Anas,
better than all the girls in Madrid.

Only in Madrid?

In the world, in the world.

Forgive me, Clara.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Your highness,

we have a problem.

It's funny how life changes, isn't it?

You chose to be queen.

And you're happy.

CLOSED FOR WEDDING CEREMONY

APOLOGIES
FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE CAUSED

Cristina, we don't have the dress.

That's impossible.
How could this happen at Velvet?

This was your most important order.
We've been planning this for two months.

No, this can't be happening.

The good news is we were able
to make a new dress in time.

Raúl de la Riva, are you really telling
me you want me to get married in that?

I got carried away last night.

But it won't happen again, Don Mateo.

I'm starting to see you
for who you really are.

- It's not working.
- Clara!

- We have to go.
- I'll be right there, Maxi.

Flirt with him all you like,
you're wasting your time.

- I don't get jealous.
- Goodbye, Don Mateo.

- Is that how you greet your friends?
- Hello.

If you're being rude because you left me
in Pausa to go off with that jerk,

don't worry. I don't hold grudges.
Your hair looks nice like that.

It makes you look... wilder.

He's not a jerk
and he has a name. It's Pedro.

He's a jerk
for leaving you alone, blondie.

If you were mine,
I'd never leave you alone.

You and I should talk.

I know exactly what women like you need.

So why waste any more time?

Please, Mateo. I need you to keep
an eye on Enrique while I'm away.

Don't worry.
Concentrate on your honeymoon.

Get you strength back,
you're going to need it with Cristina.

Did you think we'd never find out?
I know everything, Raúl.

France is far, but not that far.

- I'll be right back.
- No, Ana, no. You can't go now.

Later, when the press has left.

I have to go now.
Before three.

That's when the press arrive.
This is more important.

- For you.
- Excuse me?

It's your wedding, not mine,
and I've done all I can.

You've no idea everything
I've sacrificed for you and your wedding.

I can't believe this is happening.

- I've lost everything.
- That's not true, Ana.

Maybe there's someone else,
somewhere different.

To overcoming problems,
your nerves and sadness.

Your father would have liked
to have been here today.

The one I'm missing is my mother.

I called Mr. Márquez's house
and they told me he'd be here.

- What do you want?
- I know it's his wedding day,

but I must talk to him
before the ceremony.

Your father left something
for you when he changed his will.

What's wrong, dad?
Why aren't we getting out?

- Nothing's wrong.
- Dad!

It's Alberto.

He hasn't arrived yet.