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It's all booked for next year.

I don't want these holidays to end.

You swine! You've taken my mother's shares off her.

That marriage was illegal.

I'll make it official in the meeting later.

This isn't the end of it, okay?

He's been awarded the prize of Man of the Year.

Man of the Year?

Alberto, you've been given the Man of the Year award!

-Won't you come with me? -We can't be seen together in public.

I'm sure about this, Ana. No turning back.

-I thought the course was just for girls. -Why is that?

I don't know. What does José Luis do?

-Are you jealous, Mateo? -No, not at all.

-We can't fire them for getting married. -No, kick them out of the rooms.

It's true then? You're going to kick them out?

Naturally.

They're going to sack us. And us in Porrillos.

Welcome to your new home. You don't get married every day.

-Thank you. -Why are you nervous?

You know about all this.

What I know might not be enough.

Especially when I have the most beautiful flower in the world.

Bravo! Bravo!

We'll have to build a monument to this saint.

Thanks a lot, Esteban.

You must come to the Man of the Year gala.

You could say you're part of Velvet now.

Thank you, I'd love to go.

I've re-established this store, balanced its accounts, brought Airsa,

-but he's Man of the Year. -Someone has been hit where it hurts.

Have you seen the patterns for the new dress?

Raúl is good, really good.

I hope yours are up to his standard.

Raúl? Who is Raúl?

Oxfords' is the only collection here. It's no longer his.

Why are you here, Cristina?

To celebrate my husband's success.

We're going to be parents.

I'm pregnant, Alberto.

What's wrong, Alberto? Aren't you pleased?

What are you doing here? What are you doing in that dress?

Don't you like it?

I thought you'd be glad to see me in it on such a special evening,

you spent so much money in the auction--

I don't know your game but it won't work.

It's no game, Alberto. We're going to have a child.

-How far gone are you? -Six weeks.

I came as soon as the doctor confirmed it.

I can't believe it.

No.

I can't believe you've had the nerve to come to the gala with that floozy.

-I shan't tolerate that. -Something more elegant perhaps?

-Riff-raff? Fortune hunter? -Shut up! Shut up!

Alberto, that hussy has come in between our marriage

-and ruined it. -She hasn't. I'm the one to blame.

If you have to start hating someone, start with me.

You've put me through the hardest and most humiliating days of my life.

But like it or not, I'm still your wife

and now I'm going to be the mother of your child.

It won't be that easy to wipe the slate clean.

-Mateo. -Cristina.

Alberto, everyone is asking about you.

Of course, this is your night,

Man of the Year, my love.

Mateo, ask your friend to tell you the good news,

I think it deserves a toast.

Let's go, please.

-Alberto, what is she doing here? -Let's go, please. Let's go.

-And? -Nothing, it's Cristina.

"TO BE OR NOT TO BE"

You haven't spoken since we left the gala.

I need to know that you trust me, Ana.

And you know I love you, I'll fight for the two of us.

You're scaring me.

Nothing I might say will change things between us, will it?

-What's going on? -Do you trust me?

What's going on, Alberto?

Do you trust me or not?

Cristina is pregnant.

-Ana, this doesn't mean anything, does it? -Take me to the store, please.

-Listen, please. -Take me home. I need to be alone.

What's the matter, love?

How they all looked at me! I was the last person they expected there.

Chateau Mormont?

A loan from Mateo Ruiz Lagasca's private cellar.

Very good.

He said, "My house is yours." I drink champagne in mine.

No, you can't, you have to look after yourself now.

For revenge,

which is served as cold as champagne, and for my future pregnancy.

For a year of success in business.

Who would have said I was going to worry about those matters.

Bárbara, aren't we rushing with so many changes?

Don't be silly, Cristina, please.

If we want to be part of their lives, we have to be part of Velvet.

And for that...

-What's this? -A change of life

deserves a change of image.

Baptiste Lauron?

Unbelievable. How did you get an appointment?

A magician never reveals his tricks.

Here's to the end of fairy stories.

No, no, no. To the witches in fairy stories.

Lovebirds! Your night of passion is over, it's time to slave.

Be quiet. She's asleep, you twit. Get out.

At last, man.

Cousin, no more entering without knocking.

I knew you'd fly the Infantes flag high.

Cousin's pride.

The van has arrived with Mr. Esteban's fabric.

-Thanks, Josemi. -Come and help me.

-Aren't you going to tell me anything? -No.

-Since when do we have secrets? -It's not about secrets.

A decent man doesn't talk about women like a triumph.

Fine.

-My God, these aren't fabrics. This... -Look,

if you don't tell me, I'll tell you.

If at this time, with my yell, Margarita hasn't even stirred,

it's because she's fallen asleep.

She hasn't. It's just that I'm a gentleman.

-Tell me it went okay, at least. -No, I won't.

Was it like Porrillos FC scoring a goal at Bernabéu

or like they scored loads?

Football, football. All day talking about football.

If you talk football with these fabrics in your hands,

you've got a problem.

Mr. De La Riva, scoring goals is what counts.

-How's it going with Rita, Pedro? -Another.

The charmeuse, where is it? Here it is.

Help me, help me. Carefully.

Let me see it, let me see.

Yes, yes.

Touch it, touch it.

This is silk.

Perfect, of course.

Esteban Márquez's materials are excellent.

He mends vans, knows about fabrics... He's an all-rounder.

That's enough chatting.

I'll take this and see you in the workshop.

Fine.

-One, two. -So, in the end,

did Rita applaud or not?

Rita. Rita.

-Rita! -What's up?

You've overslept.

My word, what time is it?

I don't know, but I came to tell you some gossip from last night,

but I'm not going until you tell me everything.

Clarita, what do you mean by everything?

Look, she's playing the innocent.

These dimples are a giveaway. There were no interruptions yesterday.

There were no interruptions.

And the flower?

I swopped one for a bunch Pedro gave to me yesterday.

It was so romantic.

Yes, yes, I know about the flowers, but I want details.

How can I go into detail?

All I can say is that Pedro was a real gentleman.

Well there were five goals,

like five of Puskás' goals. Here.

And what was Margarita like?

Wild.

Wild like two lions, cousin.

Hey, you aren't teasing me, are you?

Isn't that what you wanted to hear?

-You bloody... How could it've been five? -Get inside!

Maybe I fell short.

Don't worry, you'll have plenty of evenings to repeat.

-Well yes, yes, I'll have to repeat. -Sure.

Don't be dirty!

How's the prettiest, loveliest woman of the stores in Madrid,

in Porrillos and Germany?

-Pedro. -What?

-You're tickling me. -Really? Tickling you?

Hey, get off, please, people will see us.

Who cares, we're married and after... They can see us, they can see us.

I can't resist.

-Hey, last night... -Last night...

My word!

Well, it's as if you were left wanting more.

What?

-Shall I get you a coffee? -Yes.

Yes, I have to go.

I have to buck up, I've got a busy day.

Hey, I was thinking, this morning

you went so early we didn't have chance to talk about...

About what?

How do you want your coffee?

Black with one sugar.

Yes, true. What am I like today!

-Yes. -What are you like!

Well, I thought... that perhaps...

-One sugar, right? -Yes.

It was like not enough.

-Not enough? -Not enough.

Really not enough because...

But I don't think so, I mean...

I'm new to this coffee thing.

But there are some people who are real...

Coffee lovers, right?

-Yes, they love... -Sugar.

One isn't enough for them and they add two, three, four

up to five sugar cubes.

You know what I'm getting at, don't you?

Of course.

What do you think?

If you put five sugars in my coffee,

it won't taste like coffee and coffee should be bitter.

Pedro, it's hard for me to talk about this.

Aren't we talking coffee?

Are we talking about coffee?

Come on, I'll pour you one with one sugar.

Ana.

Ana!

Come one, shape up, I want to talk about making love.

What Clara and my husband say...

Where has she got to?

Good morning.

What are you writing?

Things.

Personal things I need to sort.

Have you calmed down?

Yes.

I'm sorry you had to sleep in the chair.

We're old friends, this chair and I. We've stayed up more than one night.

Ana,

take your time. You needn't go to work.

I'll be all right.

There's no need to push things.

I can say you're ill.

Uncle, my life is much more than Alberto.

I know, love, I know.

And I'm very proud of that.

I know you'll go a long way... on your own,

but I also know what you feel for Alberto.

And Cristina Otegui won't give in now, on the contrary.

She has another reason to carry on fighting.

Don't worry, I'll be fine.

Hello, Enrique.

Nice to see you.

I can see the trip has changed you.

Not the only one.

Bárbara, what a surprise.

-San Sebastián has done you... -Yes, I know, thank you.

-And you're here to...? -To stay, but not at home.

-I have other plans. -We have other plans.

Enrique, we haven't come for a visit. We're here on business.

And you plan to take charge of this...

yourselves.

Ignorance is so bold. That's how things go, Man of the Year.

You've never had an eye for good business.

You're right about that.

I should never have signed the one I have with you.

Enrique, Bárbara, may we continue?

Yes, sorry, Cristina.

It's so hard with Enrique sometimes.

The project makes every sense.

Velvet's customers are women with very high purchasing power

and the jewellery range offered at present is much less.

It's time to take a chance on it. A diamond is forever, Enrique.

To what do I owe the honour of being the first to know about this...

revealing project? Alberto has the same shareholder power as I have now.

You aren't the centre of the world.

We came without knowing who would be at the table,

so take it as an opportunity that destiny offers.

If you think I'm stupid,

you don't know me well enough yet.

What's wrong with Alberto, Cristina?

Are you going to tell me or do I have to ask him myself?

Nothing.

In fact, we're going through our best moment.

So I'll take the opportunity to give you the good news. I'm pregnant.

Yes, a child.

People have them,

like you have Lourditas. Remember?

That girl you never even ask about now.

Ignoring that last comment

and the fact that you're pregnant,

you aren't qualified to take charge of such a project.

If you got a place in this company

without knowing anything about fashion,

have no doubt that we will be successful with this business line.

We've been buying jewellery since we were teenagers.

So, you either jump on board or you sink.

It's infuriating.

I ask God for two things,

for Lourditas to inherit my charm and absolutely nothing from her father.

-She's all we needed. -Patricia.

You're different.

Yes, thank you. Take note.

You need to change your image,

you're an old hat.

Your husband doesn't think so.

Looks like the family is back in town. Excited?

If you're worried I'll go back to my wife's fold, I'm not--

We signed an agreement yesterday. Business only.

Velvet Jewellery?

My dad had a similar project which never materialised.

I'm considering it. Are you interested?

Opening new business lines could be beneficial I think.

Especially to face your brother.

If we agree, he won't be able to reject the offer.

I like this new Enrique. You finally show some instinct.

I haven't got what it takes to be Man of the Year,

but I like to be surrounded by the best.

Don't give me your soft talk. I told you I'm on your side.

Congratulations.

I won't accept another defeat.

Cristina Otegui is back in Madrid.

What a change.

Who are you? Where is my friend?

Bárbara de Senillosa, I bet you have something to do with this.

Ten points if you guess the author of the work of art.

Baptiste Lauron. A genius.

But the models are exceptional.

Shame the figure of one of them will change shortly.

No. Yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes.

No, sorry, sorry, you can't overdo things.

Forgive me. My God, I'm going to be an uncle.

Honorific uncle at least. See? Do you realise?

This is the test. This collection will end our relationship,

we don't see each other and I'll be an uncle.

I've so much to tell you, Raúl.

I'm going to be an uncle.

I must go. Promise me you'll visit the workshop before leaving.

See you later. My God.

Why don't you tell him the good news?

I'm dying to.

We didn't have chance to say hello last night.

-Good morning, excuse me but-- -"Excuse me."

Aren't we on familiar terms?

Come on, Ana, we share a man. That's intimate enough, isn't it?

What do you want?

To talk to you.

You may have nothing to say but I don't know where to start.

Cristina, I'm so sorry--

I thought you were my friend, Ana. What a disappointment.

Your friend?

Come on, Cristina.

I was always a mere seamstress to you.

Quit the victim attitude, you distanced yourself at your wedding.

Yes, I distanced myself, but not enough

or you couldn't have got into my husband's bed.

I didn't get into anyone's bed.

My affair with Alberto comes from way back.

-It isn't just a fancy. -I hope that's what it ends as,

a past affair, as you know we're going to be parents.

So if you've any decency left,

you'll step aside, because that child needs a family.

That family is already broken.

Cristina! Miss Otegui, I haven't seen you round here for so long.

Yes, too long.

But don't worry, Rita, from now on you'll see me a lot.

If you don't mind, we have to go to the workshop.

Good grief, Ana, she almost hit you. Tell me, what's going on?

Cristina is pregnant.

She came with the news yesterday.

Alberto says he won't go back with her, that everything will stay the same.

What about you?

He's going to be a father, Rita.

Ana!

I have to go.

Can you help me? I have to present the collection to Alberto and Mateo

and I haven't finished. I've three models to do.

Do the hem on this one, please.

Ana.

Sorry, my mind was elsewhere.

Your mind, face and whole body.

Have you seen your long face? What's wrong?

A sigh. Sounds like tragedy.

Right,

you're lucky, the great Raúl de la Riva is here

to give you the best advice. Come on, spit it out.

It's nothing, don't worry.

"It's nothing."

You don't want to tell me, which isn't the same.

That's fine. Don't tell me.

Stay there with your sorrow.

If you don't want to share it, it's all yours. All the sorrow for you.

Fine,

I respect that.

I respect that.

If I knew what went on in that little head,

my advice would be much more accurate.

But here goes my advice:

fashion is above everything else,

above any incident,

any tragedy,

above any misfortune.

Sewing is salvation for a designer when the world turns its back on them.

Whatever has happened to you, I can't change it, Ana,

but I can give you something to make you feel better.

The hem, four centimetres.

Your things are in my wardrobe

and you're in my doorway.

-Are you controlling me? -Did you rise early?

Yes, my stylist couldn't fit me in any other time.

What? You won't want me flat hunting looking a wreck.

Do you like it? How much?

I'd like to know if you're packing your things to go.

I've been searching for flats but all I can find are filthy pigsties.

I'm running out of options in the Salamanca area.

What will I do?

Is there seriously no flat in Madrid which meets your needs? Bárbara.

Mateo, it's clear, you're kicking me out.

Don't worry. I'll collect my things and leave your flat free

to organise your stud parties.

Meanwhile, we'll get by on our own. Ramira!

Madam?

Forget the girl and find boxes to start packing.

The Barefoot Carmelites may have room for a poor mother and her daughter.

Bárbara, don't try to make me feel sorry.

No, you're the sad one, you've no heart.

Yes, yes, of course.

No, the first three seem to be the most complicated.

Right. Do you think there'll be anything else in the exam?

Right.

What are you like, José Luis.

I don't know what I'd do without you. Yes.

Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye.

José Luis.

I missed one class, one, yesterday,

I had to get ready for the gala, I couldn't go and they set an exam.

Do what I do. An intensive night and you'll pass.

Yes, some example. They'll fail me just looking at me.

-I need to study. -Clarita, you come here to work.

I am working, but between calls I read over my notes,

I'm not committing any serious offence.

I don't know what Don Alberto will think of all this.

Don Alberto needn't find out,

because you're good at keeping secrets, aren't you?

Or will you tell me what happened between Ana and Alberto?

I know nothing.

Do you think you can fool me, whiskers?

-What? -Good morning, Don Alberto.

Good morning. Mateo.

-Have you spoken to Ana? -She won't speak to me.

She avoids me.

Last night she got out of the car without a word.

Naturally. How would you feel?

I don't know. I didn't sleep all night.

Well, start getting used to it.

They say you sleep little during a baby's first year.

I don't want to be a father, Mateo. I'm not ready.

I remind you, not long ago you said a child is the best thing in life.

That was different.

Cherie, go down to the workshop, I'm going to need you.

-You loved Clara. -It's your child.

Right, gentlemen, are you ready?

This is it. Follow me.

Gentlemen, after months...

of hard work,

dedication,

tears

and talent...

thanks to Esteban Márquez's new fabrics

and the wonderful team of dressmakers at Velvet Fashion Store,

today I can say that I have done the best collection in my life.

Prepare yourselves for the joyful years of the '20s.

Bravo, Raúl, bravo.

Bravo.

Incredible.

I'm sure this collection will be the greatest ever.

-Don't say that, I'll believe it. -Let's celebrate.

No, no. We can't celebrate beforehand, it brings bad luck.

No, today is special.

Congratulations! Congratulations, dad.

Cristina told me last night.

You don't know how happy you make me with this, Alberto,

Cristina was born to be a mother and you'll be a wonderful father.

Thank you, Raúl.

-Go and talk to him, woman. -Not now, Rita.

Can we talk, please?

-I have to take this dress-- -No, I'll take it.

I'll leave you on your own, yes.

Will you avoid me again?

I told you yesterday and I'll tell you now,

that pregnancy won't change anything between us.

Be realistic, Alberto.

Doesn't a child change things?

Was my uncle's life the same after I arrived?

I'll take care of it, Ana.

Cristina will make our lives impossible, but I promise

I won't stop until I get a marriage annulment.

Trust me.

I don't know.

Don't you see? All she wants to do is separate us.

Promise me she won't manage to.

Secretary, accountant, model. There's no stopping you, is there?

So, you knew nothing then?

I'm starting to remember.

Cristina's pregnancy is minor information, is it?

No, a pregnancy is a delicate matter,

-Alberto asked for discretion. -And? Couples shouldn't have secrets.

They have to say where they go, what they do.

Don't be naïve, Clara, please.

I want a mature relationship and I'm trying.

Are you saying you tell me everything?

-No. -No? What don't you tell me?

From now on nothing. Disappear, I have to study.

Yes?

Sorry, Don Emilio. No, I was dealing with another matter.

Don Emilio is asking if he can clear up.

Of course. I leave it in your hands, Clarita.

Yes, Don Emilio, you may clear up.

Thank you, Clara.

Right, clear all this away and leave it as it was.

-What do we do with... -Don't touch the designs.

I don't want a tragedy.

Yes, yes, Don Emilio.

-She hasn't phoned. -Who?

-What are you--? -Luisa.

Is that it?

-No. -No?

Don Emilio, I understand Luisa is on tour,

and of course I miss her, there are temptations all around.

How can I resist it? I'm pure fire.

Be careful you don't get burnt.

Don Emilio, put yourself in my shoes.

Do you know what finding the love of your life is

and when finally you can be with her, you lose her?

-Yes, well. -He's horny as hell.

Okay, order, order.

I'll give you some advice, Jonás,

something I learnt during my final days with Isabel.

We only have one life, just one. We have to make the most of it.

Of course, yes, you're right, Don Emilio,

do you apply that to yourself?

Of course. Of course.

In my pocket I've got the...

Come on, get to work. Get to work.

Come on, we're nearly done.

Lift it.

My back is ready for the scrap heap.

Pedro, the papers and the post have been delivered.

Thank you, Ignacio. I'll take care of that, don't worry.

Will you give me a hand?

No, no. When I'm on the shop floor, I have to do it on my own.

Cousin.

Don't pull that face, I know you. No.

Cousin.

How can you complain about me?

Give it here.

My mother.

-Oh, my mother, my mother. -What's up?

My mother, she's coming.

Auntie Concha in Madrid?

-It's her first time, isn't it? -Yes, but look.

"I know the store by heart, but I can't wait to see it,

I'll be astounded when I see it in person."

Goodness. When I tell Rita,

Rita will be amazed, my mum and Rita are as thick as thieves.

Cousin, I'm talking to you. Will you listen to me?

What's the matter?

Oxfords is advertising it's new collection.

"Oxfords presents its..."

But this is no new collection, is it?

I've seen this dress before.

You twerp! It's in front of you.

Good grief.

Good grief.

It's the dress. They've stolen our collection, cousin.

If it's in here...

If De la Riva finds out, he'll have a heart attack.

-You have to tell him. -Yes.

-Not me. -Yes.

You're a dressmaker, you speak the same language.

-In secrecy. -Wherever.

-You've known him longer, you're closer. -Closer? Who is closest to him?

Rita.

-What? Do you miss me already? -Of course.

Can you accompany me outside a moment?

A surprise?

I'll close my eyes.

You're scaring me, Pedro. What's going on?

This is going on.

Good grief!

Good grief!

-They've copied our dresses! -No, the whole collection.

-You have to tell De la Riva. -Me? I'm not saying a word.

How can something like this have happened?

Ana.

-What's wrong? -Nothing,

-what can be wrong? -See for yourself.

-What's this? -Yes, now what do we do?

We must tell Alberto at once,

-if Raúl finds out-- -If I find out what?

Nothing. Nothing, Raúl,

these two were taking down the collection and--

A small part has come undone.

You know, taking them down here and there.

Doing it so many times, these things happen,

what can we do, right?

It's nothing serious, it's only a--

-Sleeve. -Skirt.

Ana, can you show me what you're hiding, please.

Ana hasn't got anything.

-They're the dresses from the-- -I know exactly what they are.

Raúl.

We already sell jewellery.

Yes, but we'd make these ourselves, ad hoc for the collections we present.

Come on Alberto, the margins would be amazing.

Is this your idea?

You! You swine!

-How much did they pay you? -I don't know what you mean?

No? And if I tell you that Oxfords has copied

my complete new collection, you still won't know what I mean?

I don't believe it.

You aren't suggesting I have something to do with that.

You've always wanted to ruin me. Always!

But this is the meanest thing I've ever seen,

not only have you risked my reputation, but that of the whole store.

Raúl, Raúl, stop, stop, stop.

Get out of here, please. Please.

-Stop. -Let go.

-Raúl! -Enrique.

Don't even think it.

-If Oxfords has the designs-- -It wasn't me.

I'm a shareholder too.

Stealing a collection is a ruin for me too.

So much effort gone to waste.

I've been fighting for years for an opportunity here and this swine--

Calm down, Raúl, let's think things over, please.

The last I can do now is think.

I'll put an end to him. I'll ruin you, if it's the last I do.

I must thrash him, I'll kill him.

Calm down, Raúl. Calm down, please.

You've already given him a right fist. Relax. Here.

What are we going to do, Alberto? We have to do something.

I put my soul into this collection.

This is too serious, but if it was him, we must prove it.

We'll call the police. That's it.

We can't call the police.

If this news gets out of the store, we'll be in all the papers tomorrow.

That would be very bad publicity for us.

Come with me.

I don't believe it.

-Neither you, nor no one, Don Emilio. -I'm so sorry.

We have to find the culprit in order to take measures.

But no one enters my workshop, except my girls.

Customers also enter.

The Oxfords collection is identical to Mr. De la Riva's.

It's impossible for someone to enter the workshop in broad daylight

and take photographs or measurements of the designs. It's impossible.

Someone must have accessed the patterns.

Who?

The store is locked up at night,

even our employees aren't allowed to enter the work areas.

The culprit works here.

Talk to all the employees, please. Any information is important.

-We have a spy. -Enrique Otegui.

Enrique Otegui. It's obvious, Alberto.

There's no more to say. Enough imagining.

We all know it's Enrique Otegui. He's going to get away with it.

Don't you realise he wants to ruin me?

A guy who has no problem in accusing me of plagiarism,

will have no qualms about stealing my designs.

He's after me and he's after you.

He's furious, Alberto. He's furious.

With Airsa he wanted to echo all the fame of the press

and with Man of the Year he's out of the picture.

I need proof, Raúl.

I need proof.

Where are you going?

To talk to the only person who benefits from all this.

Alberto.

My brother constantly made mistakes,

but he always knew not to keep a lady waiting.

I'm glad you get to the point when it comes to reproaches,

-I have a few. -Is that why you asked to see me?

What could have happened since yesterday?

Do you like our new collection?

-It's divine. -That collection is ours.

It's Raúl de la Riva's collection

and you know it was due out on sale in a week.

Do you have a collection like this one?

Goodness, Alberto. I hope I don't have to accuse you of plagiarism.

-Why have you made me come? -Don't play around with me.

How did you get those designs?

You're making serious accusations without proof.

The tables could turn at any moment.

I hope that isn't a threat, you have everything to lose,

and you know there is nothing worse

for our businesses than a scandal like this.

Don't waste my time then, Alberto.

Our new collection is proving to be a huge success.

We aren't going to sit back and watch.

I hope not, Alberto, you have a lot of work to do.

Yes, yes, no, I saw that one first.

No, Bárbara, I can see it in your face. No.

This is mine, I love it.

They are all yours. That one is for me.

Cristina, the colour doesn't suit you at all.

Aquamarine doesn't suit me?

Do you like them?

-Raúl. -They're fabulous.

They're fantastic, congratulations.

Well, you can find them in Oxfords Department Store.

If Alberto hears you, he'll kill you.

It's no joke.

Identical.

Plagiarism through and through.

-This can't be true. -Yes, it can.

Oxfords has stolen the entire collection

and I can't do anything, my hands are tied.

It was my dream,

but it's no use now.

-It's no use. -Raúl.

Dreaming is for beginners.

Who could have done this?

Your brother.

Cristina, your brother.

I've no proof,

but he's been trying to ruin me all his life.

He's finally done it.

What did Alberto say?

He's gone to talk to Doña Oxford,

but it's pointless, a thief will never admit his sin.

Enrique is an ambitious person with no scruples.

Tell us about it.

Raúl, we won't stand for this.

Listen.

Count on me for whatever you need.

I made a mistake once, but I won't do it again.

Thank you.

I've never seen him like that.

Enrique is a despicable being.

He doesn't deserve to live.

Well, it's just a figure of speech.

But in any case, he should crawl, not walk.

Look, I don't know if what Raúl says is true or not,

but Enrique is capable of that and much more.

My father must hear about this.

My daughter, what a change.

I hardly recognise you.

I hope it's for the better.

Of course it is. Would you like a drink? White wine?

I'd love to but I shouldn't.

You mean you've called to tell me--?

In eight months' time, there will be a new Otegui in the family.

Your mother would love to see you pregnant.

Well, mum was coquette,

I doubt she'd be keen on being called Gran.

True.

There's something else you must know.

You're not expecting twins?

No, it's Enrique.

A few months ago you gave him a warning

and it seemed to work, but he's gone back to his old ways.

What has he done this time?

Well, I've been thinking about it and I want to form part of the company.

I suggested a new business line, Velvet Jewellery.

That sounds good.

Well, it didn't sound too good to him.

He threw me out of his office in the worst possible way.

I'll give him another warning.

You'll get an apology today.

I don't care about his apologies.

The problem is, there's something else,

and if the news leaks out,

a simple apology won't be enough to clear our name.

A hard day?

I've had better.

I've wanted to change that mattress for months.

With those springs, it's like a fakir's bed, absolutely.

Have you spoken to Alberto?

Yes.

He intends to carry on with all our plans,

but I saw Cristina before and sparks almost flew.

Well, you don't look to be scorched.

She can't beat you, I'll tell you.

I won't let her intimidate me.

But I don't know how much I can take.

And to top it all, this.

I don't believe it.

Doña Blanca and I trying to control the store all our lives,

to end up with this happening.

This isn't your fault.

We must find the culprit, whoever it might be.

-Don't they know who it is? -No, but something must be done.

Go to the workshop, please. To the workshop.

To the workshop, please. Come on.

Today, Oxfords Department Store has published its new collection,

a plagiarism of the designs we were set to present next week.

Only someone from the inside could have filtered the collection.

Silence, please. Silence. Silence!

The company does not wish to accuse any of its employees without proof.

But all necessary measures are being taken

to discover the person responsible for such a serious action.

I don't know whether you realise that we are putting at risk

the future of the store and our own future.

-We didn't do it. -No one here has contact with Oxfords.

What will we do now?

Nothing, Rita.

Watch how others succeed with a collection that belongs to me.

Which belongs to us.

I want you to know that your hands,

your talent, your exquisite dedication

have kept me above water and have prevented me from giving up.

Until now.

There's nothing left for me to do in this country.

Don't worry,

because...

I know the traitor isn't among you.

In this workshop,

there is only the best team I've ever known.

So many hours of work.

I hope Don Enrique pays for what he's done.

Or whoever is responsible.

That same story again?

Esteban has as much to lose as us in this store.

-He's incapable of such a thing. -I didn't say that.

But it's curious that such a thing happens right now,

when he is working in Velvet.

-Do you have proof? -No,

just his reputation.

Well, don't mention this too loud. It could do irreparable damage.

Doña Blanca, I trust that if you noticed

any strange behaviour in Esteban, you would be the first to let me know.

-You can be sure of that. -Thank you.

I've brought the last fabric we have left. You'll love it.

What has happened?

Your sister has launched a collection exactly the same as Raúl de la Riva's.

She can't have.

It's been published in a magazine today.

Plagiarism through and through. In the photos, they are exactly the same,

-stitch by stitch -That's not possible.

We are all equally affected.

Don Raúl has thrown in the towel.

They are investigating the theft of the patterns.

I have placed the whole order.

This could ruin me.

I'll go and see Alberto.

Alberto, I've just found out.

Have you seen the collection?

It's unbelievable. It's De la Riva's '20s collection.

That bitch has plagiarised us.

She was applauding as if nothing at the tribute.

I've just seen her, she threatened me. Can you believe it?

It's unbelievable. Who can do such thing?

Raúl thinks it was Enrique.

I still don't know what to think.

Have you got anything to do with it?

Alberto,

the future of my company depends on this collection.

I don't know how I'll cope with this?

I'm sorry.

I got nervous.

With no collection we have no season

and that could bring us to ruin.

I don't know what we'll do.

Let me talk to her. I'll go and see her.

-She won't suspect anything. -Go ahead.

Don't tell her you've spoken to me.

Don't worry.

-Clara. -Yes? How can I help you?

Get Gerardo Otegui, please.

Right away.

Tell me you have nothing to do with the theft of De la Riva's collection.

They want to make me a scapegoat.

It's obvious. Alberto wants to pin the blame on us.

I've invested a lot of money in this company.

It's not the Márquez family,

it's your family, the Otegui family.

You should be steering this ship but you're sinking it.

I'll repeat it once more,

I had nothing to do with that theft.

I hope not,

because I haven't come to the meeting to be made to blush.

You've had my support and my infinite patience,

until today.

I spoke to your sister this morning too.

My sister, once again, poking her nose where it isn't wanted.

She should leave men's business to the men.

I have nothing to do with it

and in the meeting they can't reproach me because I've done nothing.

All right, Enrique,

but not one more lie.

I'm not a puppet. I'm your father.

I put you there because I had faith in you.

Prove to me that I didn't make a mistake.

Come on.

I want to be in that meeting.

Good afternoon.

-Good afternoon. -Sorry I'm late.

It's good to see you.

Sorry to have called this meeting at such short notice,

but the problems at hand are extremely serious.

Especially for me.

I won't tolerate being accused of a theft I haven't committed.

We should maintain composure, Enrique.

Until now we could only imagine what happened.

See? It's beyond a joke.

But now we can prove

that Enrique Otegui has a close relationship with Pilar Márquez.

-You're a traitor. -Enrique.

-You son of a bitch! -I'll kick your teeth in.

Enough.

Alberto,

how have you come to confirm what you say?

What is he doing here?

I understood you no longer had ties with business or the family.

I work as product supplier for Velvet.

My sister, Pilar, is unaware of my involvement with the store

and has confirmed her close relationship with Enrique.

That's a lie. I don't know that woman.

You must believe me, father. It's a nightmare, they want rid of me.

Tell them about the plans we have for the store.

For God's sake, how can I wish to ruin my own company?

Enrique and I are working on a new jewellery collection

to boost that business line in Velvet.

You aren't talking about Cristina's jewellery collection?

She herself told me about the collection this morning.

Is it your sister's idea?

Not one more lie.

No, it's probably just a coincidence.

No? Right, Enrique?

I swear I have nothing to do with Raúl de la Riva's collection.

I swear.

You're out.

-What? -Out.

From now on...

my daughter, Cristina, will take charge

of the management of the Otegui family shares.

Gerardo, with all due respect,

I don't think Cristina can do that. I shall personally--

Only an Otegui will manage the Otegui family business affairs.

I hope you help her and support her ideas as if they were my own.

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

Enrique, I would like you to take the afternoon to collect your things.

How lucky to work with your wife.

In the end it will be true that everything stays in the family.

It's a shame you've just abandoned her for that seamstress.

You play with fire, play.

I might start thinking about how Enrique has ended up negotiating with aunt Pilar.

Really, Alberto, chasing after skirts has made you dumb.

It's ridiculous to think that Enrique has anything to do with aunt Pilar.

The meeting is running smoothly, isn't it?

-Goodbye, Mateo. -Patricia.

Enrique is out.

Seriously? That's great news.

It deserves a whisky a least.

Make it two, Cristina will be the one to manage the Otegui shares.

We'll have problems, Mateo.

You won't believe it.

My father has just dismissed Enrique

and appointed me to represent the Otegui family shareholders.

-Are you serious? -Absolutely.

I never thought I would drink a toast to our integration into the labour market.

To our successful future.

To our great revenge.

I'm dying to see Enrique's face when we walk through that door.

You won't have to wait long,

my father has called me into Velvet later

and apparently Enrique is collecting his things.

Wait until Raúl finds out.

Well, not to mention Anita rock and roll.

I'll drink a toast to that.

Poor Raúl.

-All this makes me violent. -Rita, don't be silly.

I swear, if it were up to me, I'd go into Oxfords

and fling abuse at everyone and push them out of there.

Stop feeling sorry for me and come and help me, please.

Raúl,

we didn't want to bother you.

I want to go to sleep and not wake up until my beard grows out under the covers.

Come on, you always said beards were for peasants.

-Imagine how I feel. -You can't give up.

-The thief will turn up, you'll see. -The thief has turned up.

Tell me it's him.

It's him.

Enrique Otegui?

Esteban has confirmed it.

He met up with my aunt Pilar.

She denied plagiarism but admitted her close relationship with Enrique.

They've been doing business for some time.

I knew it.

I knew it.

I knew it.

He's tried to ruin me since the day he walked through that door

and I've made it easy for him.

It's my fault because I didn't see it coming, Alberto.

I know what people of that sort are like.

-I know what they're like. -It isn't your fault, Raúl.

Paris was just a warning. Why didn't I see it?

I wouldn't like to be in Don Enrique's shoes.

Neither you or anyone.

You'd feel like Gregor Samsa in the body of a cockroach.

Gregor what?

Raúl, start thinking.

With no collection we have no season and I won't allow that.

You can imagine how Enrique reacted.

He went crazy.

-Don Gerardo had to intervene. -Good Lord, that man is despicable.

-He never cared about this store. -The problems are over.

It's time for work, not for pleasure.

What will your dressmakers say?

This deserves an exception, doesn't it?

The doubt would still lie over our employees if it weren't for you

and if one of my girls had paid for what he--

The one who had to pay has paid.

Now we have to look to the future, together.

Well, I have to leave you.

I'll tell the girls the news.

Pilar Márquez, please.

Thank you.

Yes, it's me.

Everything has gone as expected. Enrique is out.

No one suspects me.

We'll talk later.

Raúl.

-Did you want something? -No, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.

Sorry.

Raúl, you can't give in.

This morning you were the image of optimism.

What was that about fashion is above all things?

I can't take any more, Ana.

I can't take it.

Since I came to Spain, I've been beaten time after time.

I should never have left Paris.

To be a prophet in my own land has been too much of a dream.

-You can still do it. -Really? How?

How?

Tell me, how?

In this store?

-Raúl, I-- -I've seen

Phillipe Ray working in that room.

You have talent,

energy,

you have a future, dreams,

all that they've taken from me.

What's that, Raúl?

Gentlemen, I've brought something for you.

It's my letter of resignation.

We're not up to jokes, Raúl.

I wish I was in the mood for that.

I'm tired of fighting in this trench.

In this store I've found wonderful people, but lots of problems too.

I've tried but I can't take any more.

How can you leave? We've just fired Enrique?

Enrique has robbed me of my designs and my dreams too.

Raúl.

Take a week off.

A month.

Take the time you need, but you can't leave.

We need you. You can't do this to us now.

Alberto, you need a collection for this season and I have no strength.

Can't you see?

I only want the best for you and right now I'd be a burden.

You're no burden.

You're the best designer this country has had

and sooner or later it will be at your feet.

A retreat in time is often a victory.

Raúl, listen, please.

I won't find paella nor jamón serrano in Paris,

but I'm sure I'll find the peace that I need.

-Raúl, you hate peace and quiet. -Yes, true,

but I hate goodbyes much more, so don't make it more difficult.

I'll miss you, I will.

See you again.

Perfect.

We've no collection, no designer, we've nothing.

-We must find another designer. -Even if we find one tomorrow, Alberto,

we can't ask them to produce a collection in two days.

Leave the envelope.

-We won't need it. -Where are you going?

Cristina will take charge of the Otegui shares.

I know you're worried about Cristina's pregnancy,

but listen, please.

A great opportunity has come up

and I don't want you to pass it up.

I've got a strategy to fight against Oxfords.

Ana, I want you to design the next collection,

alongside Raúl de la Riva.

The only problem is that Raúl has resigned

and I can only think of one person to convince him.

Alberto, what you're asking of me is crazy.

The baby and Cristina working here.

-It's impossible. -Cristina wants to separate us.

Please, don't give her that pleasure.

The girl I fell in love with never used to give up.

Hello, daughter.

-Hello, Bárbara. -Hello.

Thank you for trusting in me, Dad.

I'm not sure I should, my love.

You're pregnant and you're a woman.

You've no experience in business.

-It's what I want to do and I can do it. -Cristina, this is serious.

If I put you in charge,

the idea isn't to revolutionise anything.

I just want you to defend the Otegui family interests.

I'll prove to you that I can do that and much more.

You have my approval to go ahead with the jewellery collection,

but the investment in the project must be approved by Alberto.

We can't afford to take too many risks.

We'll count on him, don't worry.

Pichín, if only they could see you now.

We've heard about the changes in Velvet.

Those who play with fire get scolded.

I had nothing to do with Raúl's robbery.

Shame you can't say the same about our jewellery project.

I can't believe that after rejecting us like that,

you wanted to see the project through on your own.

No, not on your own,

you had help from the prick-teaser, didn't you?

I'm sure you'll know how to handle the business perfectly

and you won't come looking for me in... two weeks?

-Enjoy it whilst you can. -Au revoir, Pichín.

-Arrogant jerk. -Haughty swine.

We can't complain, to be honest, Cristina.

Everything is going to plan.

Well, everything, everything...

I've only got the hardest part to do yet,

get pregnant.

We need you more than ever now.

How about working with Phillipe Ray?

I'm not the only one who's fired.

Why have you come?

Is it so strange that a friend wants to say goodbye?

I hope you don't do the same and lock me up in a room.

Conchi, Pedrín's mother.

How was your journey?

Long, dear, I'm not up to this kind of thing anymore.

Don't say that, you look better than ever.

You've put on weight though.

Clarita, sorry but we've recruited someone.

Víctor, I think we'll be spending quite some time together,

but don't worry, we'll get on well.

Oh no! That is crap.

After three. On the count of three you have to strike the floor.

Don Esteban hasn't arrived, he should've been here some time ago.

Yes, he phoned to apologise. He's had a medical emergency.

A medical emergency.

Thank you for your advice but my life is complicated.

Tell Don Emilio when you get yourself fired.