All language subtitles for Velvet.S03E02.1080p.Netflix.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.x264-QOQ_track3_[eng]

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.