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Careful, Alba! Alba!

Alba!

I've been worried sick about him

for more than a year he's locked himself away from the court.

Your Majesty, I cannot betray the memory of Alba.

The period of mourning is over in Castamar. I want a fiesta.

The announcement of the fiesta is good news.

Will he bring a companion?

It would send a sign that he has overcome his grieve.

And she's not engaged. She is simply perfect.

I want you to be the Duchess of Castamar.

- I do not know you. - Clara Belmonte, my lord.

- She's new in the house. - Good, so there's our new cook.

Miss Clara is the new cook of Castamar.

We'll make an unforgettable fiesta.

No one shall miss the fiesta with the attendance of Their Majesties.

Their Majesties have now entered the hacienda.

I want to get out. The King wants to get out.

Unhand me!

Your Majesty!

The King is missing!

I cannot do it.

I cannot. I cannot.

- But how is this possible? - The King is missing.

He could not just go missing.

- And the Queen? - The carriage is coming.

We must alert our Guard. Quickly.

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

Guards.

EPISODE 2 THE NIGHT OF THE KING

Guards!

Alfredo.

What's happened?

We must lead everybody inside the house.

Please, everybody to the house. For your safety.

Please, keep calm.

Come on in, now.

What is going on? Is it serious?

I hope not, Mother,

but it is safer inside. Please, come inside.

Come in, Mother, please.

Diego, what can I do?

Nobody leaves.

- Do not let anybody leave. - Yes, I understand.

My lord. My lord, the royal carriage.

Let us go.

Come.

Your Majesty.

You will be safe here.

My only concern is the King.

- You have to find him. - What has happened?

Well...

He wanted to be alone. He wanted to pray before he arrived.

But did you hear anything? Any carriage? Horses?

- No. - Nothing.

Well, I should do everything in my power.

Elquiza will escort you to a place that's more secure.

Your Majesty.

The King, has disappeared.

It is terrible.

It's not your fault, my dear.

Who could've imagined it when they were invited.

It makes no sense. Who'd want to attack on a time like this?

The last years the King made enemies everywhere in Europe.

Anyone could be guilty.

His Majesty does nothing not in the interest of the crown.

Yes, of course.

But not everyone thinks the same way.

Your attention gentlemen.

What do we know?

His Majesty, during a stop of the royal carriage,

has disappeared.

If kidnapped, it is likely the work of a few men and they'd not have gone far,

so we will be joining the royal guard for a raid.

Alfredo, Francisco,

- Marquis. - But,

if all of you are to go,

- who will protect the house? - I will do it.

Would it not be better to find someone who knows about...

of arms, strategy?

- Lord Marquis, I would... - Brother,

you know these lands as well as anyone here.

That is correct.

I will go with you.

To the horses.

The pieces for the roast should come inside.

I've removed the pigeons from the stove.

Is all well? You are not a good color.

A bit nervous, like everyone.

Lady Mercedes has ordered us to make a hot dinner.

And what of... the fiesta...

Do you think the people are in the mood to dance with the King missing?

Girls, with me. We need tablecloths. Come. Hurry.

Cut the cured meats

and serve them around the candied mushrooms.

We will serve the pigeons too and...

Mr. Elquiza.

- Any news? - No news. But I'll keep you all informed.

Your Majesty!

- Sir, what are you doing here? - Ah!

Who are you?

Your Majesty.

Pedro,

take my torch now.

Whoa.

The meatloaf?

No.

The orange sauce was meant for the pigeons.

Can we bring out the dishes?

Yes.

The cured meats. The vegetable soup.

- And the pigeons with crab. - Elisa, please.

Now, now, now.

- Roberto. - I need to go to the stables.

- The duke has just arrived. - Wait. The duke wants to confirm the menu.

He must agree. It is urgent.

Have you seen anything?

Nothing. Nothing on the hill nor around the lake.

It is as if the ground has swallowed him.

- And you? - Nothing.

Sir, Sir.

I have a message for you.

It's from the kitchens, changes to the menu.

But have they not understood that there shall be no fiesta?

Miss Belmonte insisted it was urgent.

He is over there.

It is the King, but not the King you know.

Your Majesty, are you unwell?

When I found his Bible out in the woods,

I supposed it was not a kidnapping. But this?

I'm sorry.

No one must know about this, you hear?

Ensure this does not leave the cellar.

You are trembling, Your Majesty.

This will make you feel better.

My angel.

My guardian angel.

You must protect me.

No one wants to hurt you, Your Majesty.

My angel.

Why you look after me?

You and I both see all those poor souls I killed

to get to the throne.

The crown does not belong to me.

The crown does not belong to me.

Shh, shh, shh...

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come.

I have here the whole truth.

You must look after it.

I will protect you so no one takes it from you.

No, they will. They will. It will only be safe with you. Take it.

No one must know you have it. You hear? No one.

It is my only secret. Keep it safe. Keep it safe.

Keep it safe.

My love.

Who are you?

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty, it is I, your Queen.

No. You are not the Queen.

The Queen would never have ceased it. Not the Queen...

The Queen would never have betrayed me.

The Queen loves me. You are a traitor.

My King, I want only what is best for you and the crown.

The crown?

I cursed the crown!

Your Majesty, it is better if we go outside.

My angel.

She is the cook. It is she who found him.

I think perhaps we should not have come.

I thought he would be calmer,

that he would have confidence in himself. But...

It's not your fault, Your Majesty.

Yes, but I am to blame if something should happen.

In the court I am still seen as an intruder.

Melancholy is no illness for a king.

For the good of the crown, we must ensure it is kept hidden.

The cook will not utter a word, be assured.

- How can you know? - I know.

Your Majesty needs you.

He was fine when he offered you the post of Secretary of the Council.

He trusts only you now.

Also you, Your Majesty.

He adores you.

You saved his life at the battle of Almenara.

So I...

I would never match up to that.

Invent some excuse to ensure the guests remain calm.

Gentlemen, I have received word from the Alcázar.

His Majesty apologizes for having had to return urgently

to attend a matter of some importance.

He was unable even to inform the Queen.

You are saying that he is unharmed?

It was a misunderstanding. The health of our King is perfect.

- Long live the King! - Long live the King!

Gentlemen, many thanks for your patience and understanding.

I think it is now time for rest.

I'm so sorry, my dear. It would have been an evening most...

Oh, I'm certain no one will forget the pigeons...

Lord Ignacio, do you have a way to get back to the city?

- No. - No?

Baron, do you have a room in your carriage for Lord Ignacio?

I am sorry, I arrived on horseback.

Miss Castro.

Do not let the opportunity pass.

Like all men, he would love hearing how well you did.

Shall we be off, my dear?

Talking of leaving...

Would you permit me to thank you for all you've done

to protect us?

No, please, no need to thank me.

We have to protect the King and I was accompanied by the finest men.

Do not be so modest.

Sir.

Hmm... Well, it has been a very long night.

- We should all try to rest. - Of course.

I'm exhausted. All these waiting for nothing has put me in a foul mood.

Better this way, surely?

The opposite would have been terrible.

How little you enjoy emotions really.

Emotions?

Coachman!

Wait.

Since you allowed me to arrive with you, may I also return?

- But of course Count, please alight. - Thank you Sir.

I thought you would stay for the night.

Maybe do not subject if I rest my eyes a little?

It is very late for me, so...

When it comes to sleeping, any excuse, correct?

Coachman.

Do not make much noise, as will wake the sleeping Marquis.

We have been talking about all the waiting around tonight and...

nothing.

Correct, my love?

Well, may be we can still save the evening.

What would you say?

He seems cold. He would not stop trembling.

He is not cold.

I'm here.

It has returned.

I cannot swallow. It's real.

I am not crazy.

Not crazy.

No. It suffocates me.

I know what you feel, Your Majesty.

It is like your throat is being squeezed, and you cannot breath.

But you are not suffocating.

It's fear of fear.

- No! - Shh.

I cannot escape.

They want to kill me. They want to kill me.

I will not let that happen. Look at me.

I will not let that happen.

I'm your angel.

I'm your angel.

Trust me.

Stay calm.

Trust me.

- He should drink water. - Yes.

Here.

It'll do you good. Chocolate and lemon balm.

Promise me...

it will not suffocate me.

Trust me.

Your Majesty.

It will do you good.

Better?

It passes.

It passes.

I thought you would visit me.

I could not be alone.

You should have warned me.

Pardon.

Wait.

You are adorable, Miss Castro.

The duke is a man most fortunate.

The duke does not see me as you do.

He will. Get closer to him.

And you shall soon have arms in which to shelter.

Your arms?

Or those of Lord Diego?

The two of us.

My angel.

Protect my secret.

My lord.

You called me.

Yes.

I would like you put the room in order.

Will you use it again?

No, but it cannot stay so.

Let some air in, clear the dust, gather her things and then lock it up.

My lord,

one thing, with your permission.

Concerning Miss Belmonte.

I wonder, have you decided weather she will continue with us.

Put the room in order. That is all I need you to do.

You cut them into dices and you marinade them in saffron, cinnamon,

lemon and wine.

It is important so it does not have a rough taste.

The legs we need to roll them in flour before frying them with fat and butter.

Then we boil them with truffles, mushrooms and picadillo.

Only you know how to make a wild boar into a delicacy.

What are you doing still working? It is Sunday.

Have you seen the courtyard? It is beautiful.

Lord Diego is letting us use decorations from the fiesta.

Want to see it?

Come on, come on. Clara, come. I'll show you.

- Come on let us go. - I cannot.

I have a lot of work for the wild boar.

Clara, please.

Come! They would give us food left from yesterday.

- Oh, come on. - Clara.

No, you all go, really.

- Go. - Such a bore.

Sorry.

Come on.

Come on, Carmen.

Ah!

The chocolate it is hot.

Mother,

did you rest?

With such unease?

To think last night's gathering will go down in history in which the Castamars...

lost their Monarch.

Almost like a ring.

- Do not jest, Marquis. - You do not need to worry.

If last night will be remembered for anything,

it'll be for the hair of the Countess of Arcos.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Good morning, son. - Brother.

You should not have let the Queen leave so early.

I should have liked to say goodbye.

Strange timing,

except for the urgency.

She whished to join His Majesty as quick as possible,

I see nothing strange in that.

Nah...

Juan, have my horse prepared, if you would.

You... You will go out?

And the memorial mass for Alba?

They await me in the Alcázar,

but I shall be back in time.

I have decided to accept the post of Secretary of the Council.

Really?

You have no idea of the joy this brings.

Secretary of the Council.

- Congratulations, brother. - Thank you.

The King needs men like you.

And the Queen too, of course.

Perhaps we should organise a fiesta?

A proper announcement.

Fine, fine.

But I shall at least write to our friends with the good news.

Did you miss me?

No, no, no.

You already scaped once.

- And you will not again. - No!

Unhand her, you swine.

Do it or I'll slit your throat.

Please, excuse me.

There was... a little draft in the corridor.

I wonder what happened.

I'm just letting air into the bedrooms.

This was her chamber?

- Yes. - Ah.

A great woman.

It is difficult

to erase such a memory.

Some people can never be forgotten.

Well,

until someone takes their place.

Places can change their owner

but memories not.

Hey!

Your Majesty.

Excuse me, Your Majesty, I was not told you were indisposed...

No, no, no, do not move, almost done.

Come closer, I do not bite, Diego. My shirt.

Does it smell of her?

It smells of her.

If it smells not of her

I do not wear it. Smell it.

- Yes, Your Majesty. - It does.

It smells of her. No doubt, is there?

This one.

How was the fiesta in Castamar?

Your Majesty, the fiesta in Castamar did not take place.

Do you not recall?

How can I remember something that did not happen, Diego?

He is convinced they want to poison him through his clothes.

And will not wear anything I have not worn.

A man so...

valiant in the battle...

And so fragile in the palace.

Thank you for accepting the post.

No, Your Majesty, it is an honor.

But...

What has happened? How long has he been like this?

It is hard to say.

At times he is normal and unexpectedly he...

Yes, I know of his swings in mood, but this is...

His Majesty remembers nothing from yesterday.

And do you...

What did you discuss?

Was it anything Queen should know?

No, he said nothing, Your Majesty.

To no one?

To no one.

You are formally part of the government of the crown.

You cannot concealed anything that will endanger him.

I will not do that, Your Majesty.

And as a member of the council, I trust nothing should be conceal from me.

You have seen the King naked.

I do not know what secrets are left to be discovered.

Coming?

Marquis, please tell me that the pigeon is to your liking.

Oh, delicious.

Ah! Then it is all for me!

Come, give me that.

- Give it! - What are you doing?

- Not from the plates of each other, no. - Eh!

Give it back to her! Give it back now.

Oh!

Do not overeat.

You would not want the gripes.

Will you not invite me to the fiesta?

I do not like theater.

Neither do I.

- I prefer real things... - Get off.

Did you bring the thing?

You cannot ask nicely for things?

I shall when you do.

- Is that for the pantry or the kitchen? - Why is it important?

Miss Belmonte, do you have a moment?

Lord Diego wishes to see you.

My Lord Duke, Miss Belmonte.

- Miss Belmonte. - My lord.

I think you already know this book.

It is the finest essay on botanicals that ever was written.

If I recall, you had an interest in it.

I was only looking through it out of curiosity.

You know,

the hacienda has many of the plants mentioned by Tournefort.

And some have culinary properties.

A shame if no one made the most of them, do you agree?

It is for you.

Keep it, if you would.

I do not know what I could do with them.

Use them.

Thank you, my lord.

I should be thanking you.

Especially, after everything you did last night to help the Monarch.

I would have done the same for anybody else.

I was not seeing the King,

just a man who needed help.

The King is the King.

He is never another.

Without jewels, without clothes, without wigs

there are neither kings nor servants.

All of us are the same.

You really believe that?

You never feel the need to be someone else?

Yes.

Diego.

Many times I need to be the man who stroll with his wife through the countryside.

But that is not longer me.

Come in.

Remember the courtesy.

She is still here.

Who? The cook?

Do not loose sight of her.

What do you hope to find?

She is perfect.

She smells of roses after carving up an animal.

I gave orders for you to watch her.

Try harder.

You will find anything that will make her leave Castamar.

Unless you are the one that says goodbye.

♪ Oh, the flame of love is burning me ♪

♪ What sweet violence ♪

♪ How tenderly it gives ♪

♪ Oh, the flame of love is burning me ♪

♪ What sweet violence ♪

Will you do me the honor of dancing with me, Miss?

Yes?

One, two.

One and turn.

Anyone else care to dance?

Me.

♪ Oh, it burns ♪

♪ Oh, the flame of love is burning me ♪

♪ Oh, the flame of love is burning me ♪

- ♪ What sweet violence ♪ - She is angry.

- ♪ How tenderly it gives ♪ - Elisa! Elisa!

- Elisa, you already had a partner. - Leave me alone.

♪ What sweet violence ♪

♪ How tenderly it gives ♪

♪ How tenderly it gives ♪

♪ How tenderly it gives ♪

Do I disturb?

Not at all.

I was simply lost in my thoughts.

Then I should leave you to them.

I would prefer to be accompanied.

And you?

You see? Thanks to these little hairs,

when you rub the leaves so... you set free the oils.

Notice the aroma.

Ah!

Strong, is it not?

Yes, peppery.

And bitter.

I like it.

Although...

I imagine it is not for all noses.

The nose can be trained just like taste.

Hmm... Yes, but not all palates are...

are ready for new flavors.

Do we still speak of palates or people?

About both, I am sure.

Do you miss her?

Your wife.

I am learning to not miss her. Least, not all the time.

A little further there is a field of lavender planted. You will love it.

Oh!

Sorry.

Go! Hey! Hey!

You always save yourself for the last moment.

I thought it was luck.

Maybe there is more to it.

- Give it back. - It seems important.

- Give it back. - Tell me, what is this worth to you?

The Duke and Miss Amelia have returned from the woods

and brought these herbs. Use them.

Like he did with Lady Alba?

Maybe we will se a new duchess.

There will only ever be one duchess..

No matter who it is who replaces her.

Come, do not waste time. We are the last ones to go to church.

Come on.

Yes, my lady.

As soon as the cook answers my question.

Yes, that is fine.

We will make preserves with ripe apples.

Come on, we will be late.

It is for the birthday of Lady Alba. We must all be there.

Clara.

Miss Belmonte should stay to watch over the stew. Isn't that so?

What?

I'm sure the Lady, may she rest in peace, would understand.

Thank you.

I know what the matter is.

Fear of fear.

I served in the army. There was a soldier who went through the same.

He can't go out into open spaces.

My legs, they tremble.

I try to catch my breath and feel I could die.

Find a solution.

You won't be able to keep it hidden for much longer.

Marquises, delightful to see you in the House of the Lord.

Likewise, I am sure.

Although we were not aware that it is a first holy communion.

May I present my friend, Leonor Yuca. Just arrived from Valencia.

Shall we, my love?

She her feeling important because she hangs on the arm of a count.

Oh please, he could be her father.

The opposite would be worse.

A young man like Lord...

Marlango,

hanging off the arm of a mature woman...

Some things simply go against nature.

I didn't mean to offend. I didn't.

If there is something I can do so you may forgive me.

Do not speak to me.

I shan't speak to you. But will you allow me to stay by your side?

I really do not care, we are in church.

I am so pleased you are here.

Mama, I'll give some instructions to Melquíades and then I should join you.

Melquíades, everyone in the church for service?

Apart from Miss Belmonte,

- who is absent with my permission. - Why?

She had to finish cooking the wild boar.

Did I do wrong, Sir?

No, no. It's fine, fine.

Enrique.

Marquises. Esteban.

It's not the only thing that escapes you today.

There is something distracting you from our plan.

I see many people, but the person you had promised.

Perhaps if you had not entertained Amelia with night time visits to her chamber.

I did not know enjoying youth was reserved only for the likes of you.

Lady Amelia.

I always get what I want.

Everything?

Do not underestimate me, it is very inelegant.

- Baron. - No need for formalities, thank you.

Baron, if you please.

Have I not made myself sufficiently clear? Hmm?

We cannot see each other,

and much less if we are in public.

Yes, but right now we are alone.

Alfredo.

Let's go.

Have you got payment for me?

Yes.

Give that back now.

Selling tobacco can take you to prison.

Shall we speak with Mrs. Úrsula?

Or will you buy your liberty?

- Sir, you have a visitor. - I'm not available.

The Marchioness of Villamar.

Have you come to hear my compliments?

They are not necessary.

In that case you must be here to celebrate our success.

A pity your beloved count is not here.

There will soon be a wedding in Castamar.

For us.

You do not believe we are done?

Diego's position weighs heavily.

He seated Amelia with him at mass.

There is no turning back now.

I completed my part in the contract.

Now it is time for you to complete yours also.

And that is fair, Lady Marchioness.

What does your excellency desire?

Kill him.

Kill my husband.

I care not to see him again.

It is a skill most difficult,

finding the perfect condiment

to make the most a stew without it losing its original flavor.

We can't never truly escape from the essence of a stew.

Just as we can never escape from ourselves.

It is folly to hide a flavour we dislike.

On the palate,

even though like a distant echo,

it will always remind us it is there.

It is a skill most difficult,

accepting that what is on our plate

is exactly what we will bring to our mouth.

Your Majesty.

Miss Belmonte.

You were right.

A king can never stop being a king.

Despite being a man who is suffering.

I promised to keep his secret, but he is King,

and that is more than being a man.

Now the secret is ours.

We can never stop being what we are, can we?

No. We cannot.

It is vital that you find that document.

You have always been my eyes at Castamar.

And I need you to be there now even more.

I, Felipe de Anjou,

was never elected.

And if I do not remedy this, I will die.

In order to achieve the redemption of my soul,

I delegate to my beloved, my loyal wife, the writing

of this document.

It came to take a soul. I am sure.

- How are you today, Your Majesty? - She wishes to poison me.

The Queen needs to know you are not seeing a physician.

The Queen does not need to know everything.

Should that document fall into the wrong hands, it'll be the end.

Specially for you.

This is a declaration of his desire to abdicate.

Do not forget that we have a deal.

Disposing of Esteban is not the same as receiving a letter.

Be gone!

- Get out. - Fire!

To the courtyard, everyone!

We need more buckets, quickly.

Enrique, I love you, truly.

Your only duty is to marry Lord Diego.

I stole it to give it to the Queen. She was very interested in recovering.

Do not make it easy for his enemies.

The answer is no. I do not wish to be a regent.

The place where you get the tobacco, does it sell other things?

- With money, anything is possible. - Laudanum.

I'm sure that he will. That the Duke of Castamar wishes to have a descendant.

It is your salvation.

Now we know who the crow is coming for. Do we not?