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Good morning. I'm Sira Quiroga.

I'm looking for Mrs. Rosalinda Fox.

One, two, three-- Oh, you ready?

One, two, three, go!

No, no, no. One, two three, go.

No, no, no, one, two, three.

Ready? One, two, three.

You won that one. Well done. You clever boy.

Go.

Okay? Go.

Hello, sweetie.

Sira, it's so good to see you.

This is my son, Johnny.

Johnny, this is Sira.

Hello.

Johnny, go outside and play on the patio for a little bit. That's a good boy. Okay?

Outside?

How are you doing?

Do you want to hear what I tell everybody or you want the true version?

Well, I rather that you tell me the truth.

I'm really not doing well.

Come, sit here. It's not contagious.

Juan Luis told me it was some kind of intestinal problem.

Because of all the stress from planning the reception.

That's right.

But that's not the worst part.

Juan Luis doesn't know the whole story.

This is what made me sick.

Peter is on his way to Morocco.

Who is Peter?

Who else, Sira? He is my husband.

But, weren't you separated? I thought he lived in Calcutta.

Separated only for the distance.

And is he going to stay here in your house?

I'm afraid he will.

He is my husband.

Have you seen a doctor?

No, I know what it is.

Let's go out? It would be good for me.

Do you know what bovine tuberculosis is?

I got it not too long after giving birth.

I contracted it from an infected cow.

-Can it be treated? -It's a chronic illness.

Every day when I open my eyes, I thank heaven

for allowing me to live one more day.

But there's got to be something that you can do about it.

A mild climate and a peaceful life.

That helps.

Also your state of mind helps to not relapse.

That's why I left India.

And my husband couldn't agree more.

-He didn't go with you? -Peter?

He couldn't have been happier.

He put us in a boat, his son and I, and forgot about us.

So why is he coming back now?

I imagine that India is no longer the paradise it used to be for the English.

Maybe Peter is considering moving back to the West.

-With you? -No. Don't worry.

I'm just his first stop.

He wants to see his son and also enjoy a very nice vacation here.

But does he know about you and Juan Luis?

I've never told him, but Peter is not stupid.

Well, won't that be a problem?

You never know with Peter.

That's why I want to enjoy this month until he gets here,

as if it would be the last month that I had left to live.

-Don't say that. -Don't worry.

I'm not planning on dying for a long time.

Right now, I want to enjoy the people that are important to me.

And also this wonderful country.

Are you going to help me?

Good morning.

Good morning.

-Rosalinda Fox. -Of course.

I hope you don't mind that I invited Marcus, do you?

No, no. Of course not.

Nice seeing you.

Yes, nice seeing you too.

I was thinking that for our trip we should go to the beach.

Wonderful.

-All aboard? -Aye, aye, captain.

Right. Off we go.

I have good news. Your mother has already left Spain.

Really?

She'll be in Morocco soon.

-When? -I still don't know the exact day,

but I promise you, that before you know, she'll be here.

Thank you.

Darlings.

Well, are these drinks enough or are we going to drink water?

No, seriously... imagine the situation.

The whole class and I'm there drawing this naked woman

when my holy mother shows there, freaking out

because we are going to be late to church.

No, you should've seen her face when she saw the woman.

I wasn't sure if it she was astonished or happy.

To see a naked woman in the same room as her son.

She didn't get mad?

Mad? No.

She invited her over for dinner that same night.

Yes, my darling.

Your mother is too much.

And the worst part is that the poor thing came.

Cheers, for all of us and for more days like this one.

Yes, for more days like this.

Well, I think you look a little bit quiet.

We are going to do something about that.

Darling, please.

Why not.

Does it look good?

It's perfect.

For you.

-It's never your day. -No, it's never my day.

-Now I really understand you. -You've understood me, sweetie.

-Perfectly. -You are moving fast.

-Why are you losing so much? -I don't know, I don't know.

-What's happening? -It's from Peter.

He'll be here in a few days.

Frau Braun, nice to see you.

Please, sit down.

-This is my friend Frau Müller. -Nice meeting you.

Frau Braun told me that you are the best seamstress in town.

Thank you very much. I'll be happy to help you.

How can I help you ladies?

My daughter will be getting married in Tangier

and we will need all the dresses.

Perfect, do you have any ideas in mind, any fabrics?

This fabric is wonderful.

Yes, this is very pretty. It's the best silk that I have right now.

But it's very hard to get and I don't have enough left.

I think that maybe for one dress.

We can flip a coin.

You saw it first, you should take it.

Well, if you insist. Thank you very much.

Well, what a shame.

That's Gunther's favorite color.

Gunther is my husband. He works with Frau Braun's husband at the consulate.

It's his boss.

It's very important for them that we stay close friends.

As a matter of fact, I think,

you should keep the fabric.

Oh, but we had already decided.

Really, I want you to have it.

Thank you, " meine liebe. " You are a good friend.

-Miss. -Yes?

Mr. Logan is here, he says it's urgent.

Excuse me one second, please.

Marcus, I'm with some customers.

I've just talked to my contact, the person in charge of bringing your mother.

She'll be here today. I just wanted you to know.

They will bring her to the outskirts.

Don't worry, I'll personally go pick her up.

Let me go with you.

No, I'm not sure if that's a good idea. We don't know how she is going to be.

I need to see her. I can't wait any longer.

And if they don't come?

They will.

Everything will be okay. Sira, trust me.

Wait here.

This is going to be your house from now on.

In the back is the workshop.

I have a lot of work.

I've been sewing for the most important women in Tetouan.

And this is Jamila, she helps me in the house.

And she is the best cook...

Good morning Mrs.

Are you hungry?

I have tomatoes, chicken and anchovies...

I'll show you your bedroom. Here.

You are going to like your bed.

It's very bright in the mornings.

And you can overlook the street.

I think you'll get used to the noise pretty soon

and the call to prayer too. You will like it, you'll see.

Do you want to take a bath before going to bed?

I would like to rest for a little bit.

Ice cream, yes? What flavor would you like?

Should we get some chocolate? We're gonna be eating chocolate.

Rosalind.

Peter.

You look good.

Johnny boy, come here and give your father a kiss.

Johnny!

Daddy's bought you a really big kite.

Sorry, he barely remembers who you are.

There will be time to fix that.

Golly, what a lovely house.

Although I wouldn't expect any less of you, darling.

I always thought you were like a cat, darling.

No matter where you go, you always seem to land on your feet.

-I'll show you to your room. -We're not going to share a room?

Well, we'll have plenty of time to fix that as well.

Concha Piquer.

Do you remember when we sang her songs at Mrs. Manuela's atelier?

I wonder what has become of Mrs. Manuela.

And Paquita.

Have you heard from them?

It's a very nice evening.

If you like, we could go out for a walk.

Not today. I don't feel like it.

I think it would be good for you.

Besides I want to show you Tetouan.

Just a short walk down the street, I promise.

I was thinking that maybe when you feel better,

you would like to help me out at the shop.

We'll see.

I think it's going to be good for you, Mother. It will keep you busy.

Can we just go home?

Yes.

I told you, I wanted my clothes put on the end of the bed,

not in the bloody closet, for chrissake.

And there's no decent whiskey in the house.

Where the hell do you keep the good stuff?

I'm sorry Mrs. but I'm leaving.

What happened?

Your husband has been yelling all day and I haven't done anything wrong.

Stay, it's just temporary. I promise.

I'm sorry.

I've never seen such a stupid maid in my entire life.

You won't have to see her for much longer. She has just resigned.

You know, darling, you've never been a good housewife.

Or a good mother, for that matter. I mean...

To let Johnny play on the street without a nanny...

You're spoiling him.

At least I've been there for him.

What?

No.

I'm going out.

Don't wait up for me.

And... fetch a maid to clean that.

There are no maids left.

Thanks for coming.

-You look pretty. -Thank you.

-You look beautiful. -Don't dare say that I look good.

I'm a mess.

My life is... It's a nightmare.

A nightmare. I think I'm going to lose my mind.

I haven't seen Juan Luis.

Has anybody told your husband about you and Juan Luis?

I would think so, but he doesn't care.

I don't understand it.

I would think that if we still lived in Calcutta,

he would make an effort to pretend we are together,

but he doesn't know anybody here.

I still don't understand.

The only thing I know

is that he doesn't care about me, at all.

The only thing he's been doing since he got here is drinking

and asking me for money.

Do you know how much longer he is going to be here?

I hope not too much longer. A second with him seems like an eternity.

I'm telling you, there's not one bloody bar

to have a drink with a fellow Englishman in this wretched town.

Good morning.

You are Peter Fox.

I'm Colonel Juan Luis Beigbeder, high commissioner of Spain and Morocco.

Yes, yes, I know who you are.

I've heard about you.

Not every day we have a guest like you.

Mrs. Fox is a good friend of the protectorate.

I just wanted to make sure that you have a pleasant stay is Tetouan.

And let me know if you need anything.

Beer.

English beer.

And someone to talk about polo.

If you'd like I could plan a trip for you to Gibraltar.

For sure you would find that there.

By the way, if you are interested in hunting,

some German acquaintances are planning a boar hunting trip to Fahs Anjra.

They would be happy if you joined them.

Think about it.

Thank you.

I will.

Thank you. We'll be in touch.

Mrs. Fox...

Good day, colonel.

I always knew you had good friends.

But I never knew they were so powerful.

I shouldn't have expected any less from you, darling.

Indeed.

Here is what you asked me.

I hope that's what you needed. I had to go to Tangier to find them.

You won't be able to find any freaking English paper in Tetouan.

What do you need it for?

To confirm a feeling that I have about Marcus Logan, the journalist.

A suspicion.

Excuse me, commissioner, with all my respect,

I had to drive just because you have a feeling something is not right?

Could you at least tell me what it is?

I don't like people like Marcus Logan sniffing around.

And I don't trust him, I'm telling you.

And what did you find?

It's more about what I didn't find.

I've been reading the English papers since he got here

and I haven't found his interview with Beigbeder or his article about Morocco.

Let's see, boss, I'm the first one to suspect that guy, but...

But it's a fact that we don't get all the English newspapers here.

Don't get me wrong, Palomares, I'm still not saying anything.

All I'm saying is that it's strange than he is a journalist

and that he still hasn't published anything.

Strange...

So, just in case...

we'll keep an eye on him.

-That's a done deal. -But be discrete, be discrete.

As you said, we don't have anything against him

and you already know how English people react.

Deal, boss.

Yes?

Excuse me sir. You have a guest.

Thank you. Please, leave us alone.

My love, I've missed you so much.

Me too, my love. How are you doing?

-You look very thin. -I'm doing fine, don't worry about me.

Now that I'm here with you I feel better.

And Peter? Where is he?

He went on a fishing trip to Smir River.

But I don't want to talk about Peter,

I want to talk about us.

I hate this situation.

When are we going to see each other without having to hide?

I think I have the answer for that.

What do you mean?

Somebody that I trust told me that Peter is thinking about going back to Calcutta.

The beginning of next week.

-Really? -Yes.

Let's just wait few more days, my love.

And then like that. You have to get a hold of the crosses

and take them to the outside, okay? Yeah? Okay?

Hello.

Have a seat in the chair, darling. I have something to tell you.

You too, Johnny.

I shall be going back to Calcutta.

But I won't be going back alone.

-What do you think? -I like it.

You look really good.

I look good?

Really good!

This silk feels like a second skin.

What a shame that there was enough just for one dress.

My husband is going to love it.

That's a friend!

It's perfect, darling. It doesn't need any adjustments.

-I'll take it like this. -Good.

Sorry I didn't have any more fabric.

Me too. A daughter doesn't get marry every day.

It's okay. Nothing that we can do.

I'm sorry.

Miss.

There's a message from Mrs. Rosalinda.

Thank you.

Sira, I'm sorry to call you like this,

but I have to talk to you.

How are you doing?

I'm not doing good.

Because of your husband?

Peter wants me to go back to Calcutta.

What?

What are you talking about?

Peter wants-- Well, he is demanding that Johnny and I go back to India with him.

But you said that he was only staying for a while.

That he doesn't care about you.

Not only that.

Juan Luis told me that he was leaving in a few days.

But all the sudden he changed his mind.

Don't ask me why.

All that that man does is a mystery.

Tell him that you don't want to go! That you and your son belong in here!

Besides, it's not good for your health! Tell him!

-Don't you think I've done it? -No, you haven't!

I've asked him, I've begged him.

I've tried to have him change his mind, but it's impossible.

Rosalinda...

You are a free woman.

He can't force you.

I'm married to him, Sira.

He's threatened me with talking our son.

It's his father and the law is in his favor.

What's killing me is trying to figure out why he changed his mind.

It's obvious that we hate each other.

He can't stand me, so why does he want me to be with him? Why?

The problem is that Rosalinda is right.

If Peter really wants to take her back to Calcutta, he has the right to do it.

-Yes, but it's not fair. -I know.

-But there's not much that we can do. -There is one thing.

Maybe you can convince him to change his mind.

I doubt it would help.

Don't you think that he would listen to a compatriot?

To a stranger who is telling him how to treat his wife?

I would be lucky if he wouldn't punch me on the face.

Yes.

You are right.

But we could try, at least.

I can't watch how it happens and do nothing.

Leave it in my hands.

I'll see what I can do.

Peter Fox, I'm Marcus Logan. I'm a journalist. I'd like to talk to you.

Fuck off. Leave me alone.

Listen to me. I've seen you this morning.

I have to ask you something.

Are they bribing you to take Rosalinda back?

Bribing me? What?

You don't know what you're talking about.

What do you know about my wife? Do you know who I am?

You're an embarrassment to our country.

-Now, you listen-- -Only a traitor would help the Germans.

It's not my fault.

I don't want to help them...

I have to.

I have no choice.

Let me see if I get this right.

The Germans are not bribing Peter,

but the other way around, they are blackmailing him?

The Germans think that Rosalinda is a bad influence for Beigbeder.

They couldn't find a better excuse to separate them.

Are you sure?

That's what Peter personally told me.

Besides, I saw him getting in a car with a German.

A friend from the consulate told me his name, Herr Braun.

Herr Braun?

His wife is one of my clients.

She was just here trying on some dresses, for her daughter's wedding.

So, it's a German move.

Peter owes them a lot of money from poker games,

and the only way to pay them back is taking Rosalinda with him.

That's the only way he avoid getting beaten.

How much money has he lost?

A small fortune.

What would happen if he leaves without Rosalinda?

Impossible, they forced him to sign some documents.

So he can't go anywhere without paying first.

So, that's the only reason why he's still here?

Rosalinda's life is at stake because of those documents.

-Unless... - What?

-Nothing, forget it. It's crazy. -No, please tell me.

Rosalinda is my best friend and I'll do anything to help her.

Let's see, Peter said that the hands of poker are at Herr Braun's home..

And, Frau Braun is your customer.

Maybe you could find a way to go in their house and look for the safe.

If I'll open I would need to know the brand.

Are you going to steal the documents?

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

Could you tell me what is Mrs. Braun's floor?

-Sira! -Hello!

What a surprise!

I'm sorry to show up like this, but I have something to propose you.

-Please, come in. -Thank you.

To be honest with you, I fell very bad about what happened with Mrs. Müller.

Sira, that's something between Frau Müller and me..

You don't need to feel responsible about it.

Well, but luckily enough,

I was able to get a small amount of silk from Damascus.

Even a better quality than the one that we used for Mrs. Müller.

Let's go. I have it reserved for you.

But my dress is already made.

Well, we'll start all over.

We can make a nicer dress with the new fabric.

The price would be about the same.

Just a different material.

Would you do all this for me?

Well, as you said it, "a daughter doesn't get marry every day."

It's going to be one of the most special days in your life.

You deserve to be wearing the prettiest dress of all.

Think about Frau Müller's face.

You are right.

I could start today, if you want.

All I need is a deposit for my supplier.

Of course!

-This should be enough. -More than enough.

As soon as we are ready for the fitting, I'll let you know.

Perfect.

The safe was right across from the door.

Behind a picture and it has two knobs.

Were you able to see the documents?

No, no I couldn't pay too much attention.

But they must be there. They can't be anywhere else.

Tomorrow is my only chance of getting the documents.

Herr Braun will be at the consulate and the maids have the day off.

You'll be able to open the safe?

I think so.

But I will need time.

-How long? -At least two hours.

Two hours?

I can't keep Frau Braun at the shop for two hours, that's impossible.

You'll have to do it.

There's no other option.

What are you doing at the door?

-Come in. -No, sweetie.

I was going to the kitchen to get some milk.

I didn't want to bother you.

-Did I wake you up with the machine? -No.

It's been years since I don't sleep through the night.

What are you doing?

I have to finish it by tomorrow.

Sira, I think the measurements are not right.

Yes, I know. I did it on purpose.

Why?

Because then I'll spend more time fixing it.

Don't worry, I know what I'm talking about.

Mother.

Look...

You should still try.

-Jamila? Jamila? -Yes?

I need you to do me a favor.

I want you to go to the bakery and buy the best pastries they have.

-And make two pots of tea. -I'll do it right now.

Frau Braun is coming to try on her dress. Offer her some pastries and tea.

It needs to be very hot, so she takes a while drinking it.

-Did you understand? -Yes, yes, I do.

I need to keep her here as long as possible. Okay?

-Yes, whatever you say. -Thank you. Just go.

Welcome. Please, sit down.

-Would you like some tea? -No, thank you very much.

I have a lot of errands to run.

-Is the dress ready so I can try it on? -Yes, yes, of course.

But I insist, I bought these really good pastries. Jamila.

Jamila, please.

Okay.

The truth is they look really good.

-Delicious. -Right?

-It's really hot. -Really, is it too hot?

-Jamila, I've told you so many times. -I'm sorry.

Well, then...

Do you want to look at these magazines while it cools down? Yes?

-Thank you. -Well, excuse me. I'll be right back.

Remember this is only the first fitting.

Don't worry if it looks a little bit loose.

I can easily alter it.

It's so wonderful.

I kept thinking that I had gained so much weight from all the stress of the wedding.

It's perfect.

I still will need to make some alterations.

That's unbelievable.

I thought that we would have to make a lot of alterations.

These past days I've been eating enough to go up a couple of sizes.

Is it going to be too much longer, darling?

Still a little bit longer.

If you want, we can rest.

No, no. I just don't understand why it's taking so long.

The dress fits me.

Well... because I want it to look perfect for your daughter's wedding.

But seriously, it is perfect.

I have a lot of things to do.

I need to go back to my house now.

You could have some tea in the meantime.

No. Thank you very much, but I've already had two cups.

I need to go now.

I ran out of pins. Don't move, I'll be right back.

Don't take too long.

What's happening?

-I have a problem. -What?

Do you remember the dress I was sewing the other night?

-Yes. -I have the customer in the fitting room.

And I need to keep her there as long as possible.

Keep her there, why?

It's a long story.

What are you up to, sweetie?

Trust me. The least you know the better.

-Well, calm down. -I don't know what else to do.

She wants to leave and I can't think of any other excuse to have her stay.

-You need to have her stay longer? -Yes.

Let me talk to her.

Frau Braun.

Let me introduce you to my mother, Dolores.

She is a seamstress in Madrid.

Nice meeting you.

-I'll change back into my clothes. -Sure, my daughter already finished.

Although...

What?

Yes. Well, it's not that important.

It was just a suggestion, but my daughter told me that you are in a rush, right?

Please, tell me.

-The neckline. -What's wrong with the neckline?

Oh, no, don't get me wrong, it's perfect.

It's just... It's a small detail. Excuse me.

Look, Sira.

Few centimeters.

-See? -Yes.

You would expose more of your neckline.

But I know you have to leave.

I could stay a little bit longer.

Perfect. I'll fix it myself.

That will look very, very elegant.

-Yes. -It's true.

-Could you bring me the measuring tape? -Sure.

Could you shorten the skirt a little?

My husband says that I have beautiful ankles.

Halt! Halt!

Herr Braun sent me over here. I need to talk to the lady.

Excuse me, Frau Braun.

Herr Braun wants you to go back immediately.

What happened?

He didn't tell me exactly what happened.

But it looks like somebody broke in your house.

-I'll go right away. -I'll help you get dressed.

Do you know if they caught anybody?

I don't know.

-Are you okay? -I'm fine, don't worry.

I have the passport and the documents.

-Really? -Look.

Thank you.

They almost caught you. I couldn't forgive myself if something happened.

It's okay Sira.

By the way, do you have a needle and thread?

Of course.

Good.

Smile a little. Everything is fine.

He hit me before I was able to do anything.

Was he a tall, blond man with good appearance?

Yes.

Good.

Is that him?

Yes, this the man that I saw leaving.

Thank you very much.

You've been very helpful.

You are not missing any valuables?

No. Just documents from the safe deposit box.

Excuse me for the mess.

I need to pack, but I don't have the strength necessary to do it.

You don't have to pack.

Yes, I know. I shouldn't be personally doing but...

Peter managed to have all the staff quit.

You don't need to pack because you are not going anywhere.

What's this?

The documents that Peter signed, and his passport.

How did you get all these?

It's probably better if you don't know.

The important part is not what happened but what is going to happen now.

With these documents, Peter can't force you to do anything. Now, he is in your hands.

Thank you! Thank you!

I owe you my life!

I can't believe it!

I can't believe it!

I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but you told me...

to let you know if the police came.

What did you see?

Thank you.

The commissioner just parked outside.

Thanks.

Excuse me. Mr. Logan's room number, please.

Commissioner.

Mr. Logan... I need to talk to you.

Mr. Logan!

Stop! Stop!

Logan, stop!

I'll be right back.

You know... I'm thinking about helping you at the shop.

I miss threading a needle.

-I'm so happy, Mother. -Miss.

-It's for you. -Wait, what?

Meet me as soon as you can in the medina.

Same place that I gave you the silk scarf.

Don't tell anybody.

Sira... I can go to the market by myself.

-Really? -Sure.

Sira...

I don't want to know why you had to keep that woman at the shop.

But, please, be careful.

You've always helped me, Mother.

If you are fine, I'm fine, too. Never forget that.

Okay, just go.

-Good afternoon, Mrs. Quiroga. -Good afternoon, commissioner.

Can we talk? Are you going anywhere?

Me? No.

You seemed to be in a rush.

No, I was just going shopping.

What is it?

I'm looking for Marcus Logan. He left the hotel where he was staying.

Would you happen to know where is he?

No. I don't know.

I'm sorry.

Are you sure?

I thought you two were friends.

Acquaintances.

But I don't know where is he.

What happened?

There's an arrest warrant out for Mr. Logan.

Why?

I'm sorry, I can't tell you the details.

Sira... I hope that if Logan tries to contact you,

you'll go to the police station right away.

Do you understand?

Of course.

Can I take you anywhere?

No, no. I want to try to clear my mind.

I'll walk.

I'm sorry to call like this. I couldn't go back to your shop.

I know. Commissioner Vázquez was asking me about you.

-There's an arrest warrant out for you. -I have to leave Morocco.

-Why haven't you done it yet? -I couldn't go without saying goodbye.

-Are we going to see each other again? -I can't promise anything.

The world is approaching new war, and I don't know where I will be going.

But I hope that one day we'll meet again.

If you ever... need a dress...

for one of you girlfriends...

you'll know where to find me.

Kiss me.