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How have you been holding up,
my little Sira?

What are you doing here?

Is that any way to greet your
former fiancé?

I've come to see you.

Dry off and change your clothes,
we need to talk.

What is it you want?
And how did you get in here?

Can I know why
you are spying on me?

Easy, Sira.
Take it easy.

One question at a time.
No need to stress.

Is it okay
if I pour myself a drink?

You need to leave.

You have to get me
out of your head.

I swear to you, I would love for nothing
better than that.

But I can't do it, love.

I work for the security director
at the Ministry of the Interior.

I'm in charge of watching outsiders
that take up residence in Madrid

if there's evidence
of intending to reside permanently.

-And how does that concern me?
-Greatly.

From what I heard,
you are now a Moroccan citizen. No?

What is it you want?

Change your clothing,
or you will catch pneumonia.

Then I'd like
to check your documents.

Don't close it completely.

Ignacio.

Passport.

Arish Agoriuq.

She has the same birthday as you.
What a coincidence.

What might be the reason
you are changing your nationality?

My passport was stolen.

And in the midst of war,
I couldn't apply for a new one.

A friend got me
Moroccan citizenship

to travel freely without any hassles.

And that name?

It's Tirhah.

A Berber dialect of the Rif tribes.

They thought it would be better
to make it sound more Arab.

Arish Agoriuq.

And your boyfriend?

The one you left me for, I mean.

Is he not around?

My private life
is no concern of yours.

What's the reason
for your residence in Madrid?

To work.

Sewing, as I've always done.

-This is a sewing workshop.
-Show it me.

Show me around your place.

This is my place.

I think you've crossed the line.

You will also track
my undergarments?

I think that's enough.

Don't you take me for an idiot, Sira!

I know very well
who concocted this front of a workshop.

This is no front.

The only thing I do here is work
from 9 in the morning to 9 at night.

How are you involved
with Minister Beigbeder?

He's a friend
from my time in Tetuan.

He must be a very good friend for having
spent the whole night in your house.

He's not my lover
if that's what you're thinking.

I am no minister's mistress.

Beigbeder is a traitor,
he sold out to the Brits.

You know what he is?
Do you?

He's an idiot,
obsessed over a British vixen.

I don't like the person
you've become.

And who are you
to judge me?

You think you're better for having spent
your time in Africa during the war?

And here you are
with all the trappings of a noblewoman?

I judge you on account
of having loved you so much.

And even though you don't believe it,
I wish only the best for you.

You care for no one
but yourself, Sira.

Or are you interested to know what
became of your loved ones after the war?

Have you thought of returning
to your town to ask about them?

To know if there's anyone
there who needs a hand?

I can tell you if you want me to.

For example, your neighbor, Norberto.
Killed in Brunete.

His middle child,

he was executed by firing squad
by the Nationals in Madrid.

The youngest is starving
in prison.

And your friend Sole.

A conscript had twins with her
before she disappeared.

You know what she's doing
these days?

She prostitutes herself
to the workers at Cebada Market.

Asking for one peseta
for each man she serves there

-against the brick wall.
-Ignacio, for the love of God, enough.

Your old boss, Ms. Manuela,
she lost her workshop, last I heard.

She was fixing things

at a hardware store,
on Aquila Street, or something like that.

-And Trini, you remember the baker?
-Ignacio, enough.

Please, stop.

You cannot lecture me
on morality.

Because if I am evil,
you are much worse.

Nothing more
than a selfish person.

I have to go now.

I fear you will not be free
from me so easily.

You don't have to walk me
to the door.

If we hurry back,
you can both play this afternoon.

Okay.

Without any fear now.

If it doesn't go well the first time, then the
second time it will. If not, then the third.

Sewing takes patience,
and then more patience and then some more.

Drive, please.

Let's go somewhere else.

Miss Agoriuq?

-Yes, that's me.
-Doctor Rico is waiting.

-Follow me, please.
-Thank you.

Have a seat, please.

I don't have much time, so

I would appreciate you
getting straight to the point.

Fine.

No, thanks.

Beigbeder came by
to see me before getting sacked.

What?

I was very nervous, and I thought I...

Perhaps talking with me
would give him peace of mind.

What did Beigbeder want from you?

He brought me some letters
intended for Rosalinda.

I am certain you guys
know how to get them to her.

We'll do it.

What's going to happen to him now?

We don't know yet.

Once they are free from
an inconvenient minister

we suppose the pressure
on Germany will increase.

This is why you should
stay alert.

And be prepared
for any contingency.

Be especially careful around
suspicious people nearby.

And do not discount the possibility
that you are being watched.

Something wrong?

You look nervous.

No, no.

It's just that Beigbeder
visit threw me off, but...

I'm okay now.
Really. Don't worry.

How goes your job
at the workshop?

We are actually busy
with a lot of orders.

There's a very important
debutante's ball coming up.

We know. It's the debutante's ball
for a high ranking Spaniard's daughter

with excellent contacts
with the Germans.

Now more than ever you must be alert about
the conversations your clientele is having.

The problem is
I cannot cope well.

I don't have the time. I either take on
fewer clients or hire more help sewing.

This debutante's ball is very important.
Therefore, please hire someone trustworthy.

With no checkered past
or political implications.

I leave it to your discretion.

If you need me,
just follow the protocol.

What do you need, Miss?

-Sira?
-Yes, Sira, Ms. Manuela.

Oh, Sira! My dear!

How good to see you, my dear!

But, how did you find me, my dear?

The hardware store you work at
gave me your address.

-Oh, Sira.
-I have so much to tell you.

I would let you inside, but...

-No, no. Don't worry about it.
-I have nothing to offer you.

I have a taxi waiting
for me downstairs.

I'll treat you to coffee
and show you where I live.

That's sounds better.
I'll go right away, dear.

Right away.

Have you heard anything about
anyone from the workshop?

Paquita?

I haven't heard anything.

I lost touch with them
a long time ago.

I wanted to ask you something.

Ask.

Would you like to
come to my workshop to sew with me?

No, dear.

Come on, say you will.
Just like old times.

My God.

How wonderful.

This is where we will sew.

It's too much too handle.

-Those are all the orders?
-Yes.

There will be a debutante's ball,
the girls are going crazy.

-They all want a new dress.
-I can see that.

Hello, pretties.

What are your names?

I'm Dora,
and she's my sister, Martina.

She is Ms. Manuela.

She taught me to sew
when I was this tall.

Miss Sira tells me
you sew very well.

Dora, from now on, you are in charge
of preparing the sleeves,

Your sister will do cuffs.

This way if we organize our work
with a bit of headway

we can go much faster.

From now on, I would like
all the orders to go through me.

-This way, I can plan the week beforehand.
-Very well.

How is our thread supply?

Normal.

Well then, one of us needs
to go to Pontejos for more spools.

-Me!
-Me!

Well, now, why so eager
to rush out to the street?

What will Ms. Manuela think?
That I'm some ogre to you?

No, Miss. We both just want to see
if the handsome boy still works there.

-What handsome boy?
-Some man in a car.

He spent the whole morning
staring at the door.

-I think he likes Martina.
-No.

Seems to me you've got
a bunch of birds in your brains.

I don't want to hear
of problems with boys.

From now on, if you see him
you report it to me. Is that clear?

-Yes, Miss.
-You are to not talk to him.

Do I make myself clear?

Well, then girls. Get to work.

What's going on, dear?

What's wrong?

Ignacio came by last night
to see me.

What Ignacio?
Your Ignacio?

Yes.

He now works for the Ministry.

And I think he's spying on me.

The man in the car the girls
were talking about? It's true.

He's downstairs,
and he won't take his eyes off the gate.

Why are they watching you?

I think it's because
when I returned from Morocco

I had to come back with a new name
and a Moroccan passport.

Ignacio thinks I'm up to something.

Are you?

Ms. Manuela, please.

I think he's hurt
from what I did to him.

And now,
he wants to get back at me.

You broke his heart, dear.

Anyways.

Sooner or later, he will get over it.

I think he will find out.

Or the man in the car will get tired
of sitting there and will leave us alone.

Poor thing. Her nerves
made her lose a lot of weight.

I will look horrible.
I will be a laughing stock.

Sweetheart, don't say those things.

Alba. Alba, don't worry.

This can be easily solved, really.

This is silly. Come with me.

Alba, come to the mirror with me.

Don't stress, come on.

Let's see. What we will do is
cut the strap, and

tuck it in.

And then, hold on to it,

we will stretch it here.

You will be so beautiful.

Martina, take her to Ms. Manuela
so she can take some measurements.

And then have her change back.
Go, you crybaby!

Wow, thank you so much.
Really, I don't know how to repay you.

-No.
-The poor thing was so distraught.

Do not worry. It's my duty.

It's just that she spent the whole year
dreaming about her debutante's ball...

-Well, just like us when we turned 18.
-Of course.

If only we could be her age again.

Tell me about it.

Now that I think about it.

Why don't you come to the ball?

Inviting you is the least
I could do to thank you.

No, no, no. Really,
it's fine. It was no big deal.

Please say you can come.
I would be a pleasure to talk with you.

Come in.

Excuse me, Miss.
Ms. Manuela sends a message.

She says she is sick
and will remain in bed.

She will not be able to work
tomorrow.

My God.

But she looked perfectly fine
today when she left.

-All right. Thank you.
-Good evening, Miss.

Good evening.

Invited to the debutante's ball.
Precise instructions.

-Hello.
-Sira, what a surprise.

I heard you felt sick.

-How are you doing?
-Oh, yes, yes.

Yesterday, when I left work
I felt really sick.

-But, I'm okay now, as you can see.
-Happy to hear that.

Thanks for your concern.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Can I come in for a moment?

I need to talk with you.

Yes, come in dear. Come in.

I have nothing to offer you.

What if we talk tomorrow instead?

It's just that this house is not as comfortable
and it's more humble than I'd like it to be.

That's precisely what I came
to talk to you about.

Okay.

I had an exchange with the landlady.

She tells me you have to leave
as soon as possible.

Pay her no mind.

That woman barks all day,
but doesn't bite.

Come in, dear.

But you have no need to live here.

My workshop is huge.

We could both
live comfortably together.

If you insist on it, I can even
charge you a symbolic rent.

You are very generous dear,
and I am grateful, but the answer is no.

Think of the time
you'll save having to find a new place.

Stop insisting.
I don't want to be a bother to you.

But you wouldn't be a bother.

And to tell you the truth, I also...

I am also feeling a bit lonely.

I'm sorry, dear.

Is there someone else here?

Who else would be here?

What's going on?

Don't ask, my dear.
I'm telling you for your own good.

Ms. Manuela, please tell me.

Whatever it is, I can help you.

Okay, come.

Paquita?

Sira?

Sira.

Paquita! Paquita!

-How are you, Paqui?
-Good.

I got a bit caught up in the cold.

She spent the whole day feverish.
That's why I couldn't come to work.

I have to take care of her.

I'm fine. It will come to pass soon.

And you, without a doubt,
are very beautiful.

Mother of beautiful love.

I almost didn't recognize you.

How are you?

-And Ramiro? And Tangier?
-Very good.

-I'll tell you everything soon.
-Good.

Sira is now our accomplice.

Welcome to the river.

I'll make us a soup.

Wow, Sira, how are you?
Talk to me.

I thought I'd never see you again.

-And look.
-Look.

Look.

She's so small.

And Emilio? How's he doing?

Emilio is dead, Sira.

They gave him a head injury.
He died in my arms.

I'm so sorry.

I deserted the next day.

We were going to lose
the war either way.

And even if it wasn't that way...

...if Emilio's death
taught me anything at all

dying for your ideals
is not worth it.

Look.

He's so handsome.

It's hard enough losing a father.

I couldn't let my son
be a total orphan.

You have a son?

-I didn't know.
-I do.

Look.

I was pregnant when you left.

It's a boy. Look here.

His name is Elias.

He's the dearest thing in the world to me.

Of course.

He would not have separated
from us.

If we hadn't gone forward.

Had we not marched away from Spain.

But we had no money, Sira.

Emilio wanted to stand up and fight.

We couldn't do anything else.

We left him in Madrid
during the war

with my in-laws,
Emilio's brother and his wife.

They had two kids

they didn't care to take care of him.

When Emilio died

I returned to get him, and

they refused to return him to me, Sira.

According to them,

Elias has not future with me.

I think that somehow...

They hold me responsible
for the death of their brother.

They say

they would turn me in to the Nationals
sooner than I could take my child back.

Paqui.

Paqui, Paqui.

I'm going to help you.

I'm going to help you now.

Chamomile, please.

Handing over the bag once
from your left hand would have sufficed.

Well, it is the first time
you request a meeting.

What happened?

I sent a message
through the usual channels.

I managed to get the woman
in charge of organizing

to invite me to the debutantes' ball.
They thought maybe I'd want to go,

and I said I would.

Well done.

Your attendance there
is very good news indeed.

I will discuss this with my superiors
and we will give you further instructions.

But that's not the reason
you called me here, was it?

No.

It's a personal matter.

Someone I know is in trouble.

Sira, I warned you to avoid
contacting people from your past.

It was an unexpected encounter, seriously.

I'm sorry,
but we can't help you with that.

Okay, but... you could still do something
for me, at least some advice?

-She's my friend. I need you to help her.
-Furthermore I must advise you

to not get involved in any matters
not related to your assigned mission.

I've done everything
you've asked me to do so far.

-All I ask is for one favor in return.
-Quit insisting, Sira.

Sira...

It might not seem like it...

but all the information you relay to us
day by day from your workshop

is vital for the sake of so many people.

Thanks to collaborators such as yourself,

we have the opportunity
to save many lives.

For the sake of changing
the destiny of Europe.

I cannot risk compromising
everything we have done so far

just to help out one person
regardless of how good a friend she is.

If you think this through,
you will see I am right.

We will meet again at the ball
to give you your instructions.

Yes? Can I help you?

Good afternoon.
I was a friend of Emilio.

I wanted to say
I am very sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

I am also his widow's friend, Paquita.

Eduardo.

Hello.

Elias, you can't be here.

Go play with your cousins, go.

A friend of Paquita is visiting.

You are taking care of her son, right?

They left him to us
while they went to fight the frontlines.

This is a family matter.
What concern is our mourning to you?

Paquita dares not to come back
to speak to you.

I believe you threatened
to turn her in to the police.

We are not proud of doing that, but we had
to do what we could to protect Elias.

Remember
he was my brother's child as well.

Shouldn't a mother be with her child?

His mother and my brother
fought for the Communists.

Do you really think everything
will be rosy with a past like that?

Look, I'm not saying she will be caught
tomorrow, or next week,

but we do know it's only a matter of time.

Someday the regime will want
to settle accounts with her.

What would become of my nephew then?

Don't you think returning her child to her
would be irresponsible?

Please, miss.

Did you get my letter?

Yes, I received it
at the Ministry's reception desk.

No, thanks.

What do you want from me, Sira?

First and foremost, to apologize.

We exchanged unpleasant words
the other day at my house.

You're right.

Thanks for calling me.

Because if you can be upfront with me
and tell me what trouble you're in,

we can save ourselves a lot of time.

No, I'm not in any trouble.

I run a sewing workshop. That's all.

Then why did you make me come here?

Did you feel like reminiscing
about the good old days, perhaps?

No.

I need your help with an urgent matter.

Someone who once was a Communist.

Do you know how many people

call me asking for help?
Everyone has the same sob story.

Only because I work as an administrator.

If you're a part of the regime.

I only do what I am told,

and I bust my hump only
to support my family.

You have a family?

I didn't know.

Wife and two kids.

Amalia, Ignacio and Miguel.

And you know what else?

I never loved her as much
as I loved you, Sira.

Her ass doesn't sway with the grace
yours does when she walks.

But she always wears a happy face
in times of trouble.

And she holds me at night
when I have nightmares.

I'm so sorry.

Who is it you want to help?

I can't tell you.

Is it for Ramiro?
Are you still with that shameless bastard?

Ramiro left me.

-I found out shortly after he was killed.
-I don't believe you.

-You're still with him, aren't you?
-No.

So for what, then?
Some other lover of yours?

Never mind.
I thought in spite of everything

I could confide in you,
but it looks like I'm mistaken.

It's not in your best interest
to get cute with me.

You know I could have you arrested,
have them turn your Moroccan passport

into a wet pile of paper,
and have you blindfolded and deported.

Your little friend Beigbeder
no longer works for the government.

You have no sponsor.

Beigbeder is not there,

but I have contacts
you can't even begin to imagine.

The clients I sew for
have very powerful husbands.

I can have political asylum in
a half dozen countries, including Germany.

If you're so sure of that,
why are you shaking?

-Good afternoon, Ms. Arish.
-Excuse me, Ms. Elvira.

-Who was that man you were talking to?
-Actually I don't know.

He asked me if I knew someone.
He must be confused.

-But he was looking for someone?
-I don't know, some woman

with the last name Quiroga.

I just told him only your workshop
is on that floor.

Pardon me, Ms. Arish,
but I'm in a hurry.

-Goodbye, good afternoon.
-Good afternoon.

Oh, dear. We are worn out.

All the clients came by this afternoon
to find dresses for their daughters.

Girls, why don't you go into the kitchen

and make us two nice glasses
of sugar water?

How did it go?

Fatal.

-Oh, my.
-You were right.

If Ignacio had gone the day before,

that man spying my door all day
wouldn't be there.

And I'm sorry about Paquita.

Because I don't know what else to do.

Sira, wait. We can still do something.

The possibility of success is remote,
but--

What?

Do you remember that girl
who had rapid weight-loss problems?

-Yes, yes. Alba, the debutante girl.
-Yes.

-Yes, her mother invited me to the ball.
-That's it. They were here this afternoon.

And we were chatting for a long time.

Well, it turns out her father is a bigwig
at the Ministry of Justice.

Something along the lines
of the minister's right-hand man.

Could you find
Paquita's permanent records?

That favor is a bit complicated

-for someone who is unknown.
-I know, but... we have no other choice.

You're right.

There's nothing else we could do.

Try my dear. Try.

Don't worry.

-Are you listening to me, Sira?
-Yes, yes. I'm sorry.

I said,
we will need your full concentration

during the debutantes' ball.

And you will have it, don't worry.

Okay. Listen up.

You must remember this name:

Manuel Da Silva.

Who is he?

A Portuguese entrepreneur.

He conducts business with many
of your clients' husbands.

That's all you have to know.

We are counting on you.

Don't disappoint us.

Miss Agoriuq.
I'm so happy you could come.

-Thank you so much for inviting me.
-Please. It's the least I could do.

Alba looks so beautiful in her dress.

And you were right,
the mend is unnoticeable.

I'm so happy to hear she is content,
because I think I need to ask you

to go above and beyond for me.
I need a favor.

Of course. Just ask.

Actually, I think it is your husband
who can help me.

I hear he is a high-ranking official
at the Ministry of Justice.

I'm falling apart with shame
to ask you this, but...

I have a friend with a complicated past.

Okay, I understand.

My husband is usually very understanding.

It's best if you speak to him directly.

-Let me introduce him to you.
-Thank you so much.

Don't mention it. But let's hurry.

He is actually here briefly
to see his daughter.

Tonight he has to travel
with the Ministry to Germany.

-Wait here. I'll find him.
-Okay.

Ladies and gentlemen...

It is time to present
the charming young lady,

for today is the day
of her debut into society.

Miss Alba Maria Moreira Arias de Villena.

Miss Agoriuq, she's so beautiful.

Thank you so much. So are you.

-Yes. The dress fits marvelously.
-I'm so happy to hear it.

The girls are so beautiful.
And so are their dresses.

-They're so lovely.
-Miss Ingrid Von Goethe.

Miss Elena Gracia Saenz Lopez Arrocha.

Desiree Presendau.

So beautiful!

Where will you be spending your vacation
this summer?

We were thinking of going to Switzerland.

Or we might go to Estoril.
My husband's colleague is Portuguese,

-and he says it's quite a marvel.
-Excuse me.

His name is Manuel Da Silva.

Oh, he has business ventures
with my husband, too.

-Is that so? Interesting.
-Indeed.

-Did you say Manuel Da Silva?
-You know him?

Well, I'm not sure.

It's just that all Portuguese names
sound alike to me.

If you knew him, you wouldn't forget.
He is so handsome.

May our husbands forgive us.

-He's that handsome?
-He is a total seduction.

Tell me everything you know about him.

You can go, girls,
or you'll fall asleep on your feet.

I will wait for Miss.

-See you tomorrow, Ms. Manuela.
-Good night.

Rest well.

I'm so sorry. I was talking
with some customers and I almost forgot.

-Tell me your husband hasn't left.
-I'm sorry, dear, but he had to leave.

He did everything possible to see Alba,
but he couldn't wait any longer.

Pardon the indiscretion,
but will he return soon?

He'll be out for several weeks.

Really, I'm so sorry.

Thank you anyways.

Ms. Manuela.

Dear, you've returned?

I thought you went home.

Oh, no, dear. I was so worried.

What about the girl's father?

Were you able to convince him to help us?

I couldn't even get the chance
to talk to him.

-I tried, but...
-But?

No. I couldn't do it.

I think it's better
to leave it the way it is.

But what will we tell Paquita?

I don't know.

We will go to her tomorrow evening.

Please, head on home.
Take the day off tomorrow.

It will do us all some good.

I put the ledgers in your house.

You have some interesting patrons.

You think?

Seriously,
they have neither heads nor feet.

Those are some experiments
I am working on.

Do you know about the surrealists?

I am not using them
to make dresses, really.

-I just drew them for entertainment.
-Whatever you say, dear.

Someone sent bonbons.

Again.

How kind of them.

They might be from a client.

-As a token of gratitude.
-Okay.

We must be doing something really well,
because many boxes have been arriving.

You're late.

I took some extra turns.

I wanted to make sure
no one followed me here.

Any reason to suspect
you're being followed?

You advised me to take precautions...

Well done. I'm cautious too.

A consultation with Dr. Rico is best,
but best not to tempt fate.

How was the--?

How was the ball?

I gathered information about Da Silva.

Most importantly,
he will arrive in Madrid.

When?

Soon.

I wrote everything down in a notebook,
so I won't forget anything.

Enough.
There's nothing more to talk about.

-But I paid up everything I was behind on.
-Yes, but it's not about that.

I promised this floor to some relatives.

I warned you to clear out
at the end of the month.

Yes, I know.
But I just need a little more time.

It's just not possible.

Let's get some things clear.

You honestly think I don't know
about the person you are hiding?

-Don't you try to deny it.
-What?

My room shares a wall with your house.

You tell me you live alone.

But whenever you're not home,
I hear noises.

-Is there a problem here?
-None.

I don't want to know what's going on
and I don't want to invite trouble.

If you do not clear out
the apartment tomorrow,

I will call the police.

Manuela.

What are we going to do now?

You have to leave here
as soon as possible.

I wouldn't bet one hair
that woman will keep her mouth shut.

We are not going to wait until tomorrow.

All three of us will leave
for my house tonight.

Excuse me? Do you have a light?

Thanks.

Miss Agoriuq, what a coincidence.
I was planning to call you this very week.

It's a pleasure to see you again.
But what do you need to call me about?

No, no. Absolutely not.

It's on behalf of my husband.
It turns out the minister is ill,

and they have to make
alternative travel plans.

They will be back in Madrid
sooner than expected.

Do you still need my husband's help
for your friend?

Why don't we sit at a table?

I'd love to treat you to an appetizer.

-As you wish.
-Please.

Ms. Manuela, I have good news.

By stroke of luck, I...

Really?

Do tell, Sira.
What is this good news you bring?

Come on, girls.

What's wrong, Sira?
Cat's got your tongue?

What are you doing back here?

I'm sorry, Sira, my dear,

but I warned you that my ministry would
get to the bottom of what you're up to.

Your ministry?

At least recognize that
this is a personal matter.

What do you want?

-You want me to re-register the workshop?
-No. It's not necessary.

Coming with me to the police station
will suffice.

She has nothing to say.

Hello, Ignacio.

Paquita. How are you doing, woman?

I imagined with that Communist husband
of yours,

you'd be in jail, or worse.

He died in the war.

And I was not arrested,
thanks to Ms. Manuela and Sira.

Was Paquita the person
you wanted me to help?

Yes.

Why didn't you say so?

Because I was scared.

In case you were wondering.

Paquita needs to have her
permanent record cleared,

and will need new papers
to get her son back.

Are you seriously gambling away
your cushy lifestyle for her?

The other day you accused me
of being selfish.

And you know what?

You're right.

You are absolutely right.

But I might be just in time
to help the people I really care about.

You, too. Please, help us.

The only thing I can do
is look the other way.

Paquita,

you have 24 hours to leave Madrid.

But if you stay here,
I have to arrest you.

And both of you as well.
For harboring a fugitive.

I'm sorry.

This will just be temporary. I promise.

Paqui...

Paqui, listen to me.

We will keep fighting.

I will talk to the husband
of my new client.

Look, I will shake the heavens
and the earth,

and if necessary, I will speak with
Franco himself. You will get Elias back.

Okay?

Take this for your trip.
It will come in handy.

Go now, Paquita.

Let's go downstairs. The taxi is waiting.

I cannot leave without him.

I cannot.

My boy is all I have left.

Who gave you permission
to walk inside my house?

Paquita is still here.

She will not leave without her son.

I warned you all
I would have to arrest her.

Well, if you arrest her,
you'll have to arrest me, too.

And me.

Do what you have to do, Ignacio.

In case you had the slightest doubt.

-It's her permanent record.
-Her record.

I would burn it as soon as possible
if I were you.

Your new papers, Paquita.

Thank you.

Ignacio. Ignacio, wait.

Don't read it. I don't care.
It will disappear.

Paquita, it's done.

Mom!

I am not accustomed to disobedience.

I trust you will not lie to me again.

I won't happen again, I promise.

I take it your friend's dilemma
has been resolved?

Yes.

Everything turned out well.

It was the first thing
Rosalinda warned me about you.

You are very loyal to your friends.

It's your weak spot.

Is there something wrong with that?

I'm my world,
loyalty is a double-edged sword.

I hope that your big heart
doesn't cause your downfall.

I don't have much time.

It's my day off,
and I'd like to spend it with my family.

I understand. Don't worry.

Thank you so much.

Everything you've done means a lot to me.

I did it for Paquita, not for you.

She has always been good to me.

She introduced us at the party. Remember?

Of course I remember.

It seems like such a lifetime ago.

That's because it was a lifetime ago.

-I have to go.
-Hold on a moment.

I have something to tell you...

about what became of us.

I want you to know that my sin
was also my penance.

If you had the slightest doubt.

And go with the peace of mind...

that I believe I am paying
by having to live with what I did to you.

And above all I want you to know
that I was wrong.

Ramiro was not even half the man
that you are.

But I was a little girl.

I didn't know how to cherish what I had.

I don't know how to tell you this.

Because there's not words for it.

But...

for what it's worth...

forgive me.

Thank you.

I won't bother you again, I promise.

Does this mean that you will
tell that man to stop spying on me?

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

The man in a car outside my gate
that doesn't stop spying on me.

Sira, I never sent anyone to spy on you,
I assure you.

I have to go.

Goodbye, Sira.

Goodbye.

May I ask what is going on here?

I told you, I don't know.

Look.

When I was in Tetuan,
I got to know very important people,

and I was inspired to come to Madrid
to start this workshop.

What for?

To learn information
on what the Germans are doing in Spain.

I then pass that information
down to the British.

They don't want Spain to have war again.

I'm so sorry for not telling you.

But I couldn't.

If you want to leave, I will understand.

I'm with you, my dear.

Who's spying on us?