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I'm going to fly away!

The girl on the ground was Rosalía, Clara.

She killed herself.

I suffer from a nervous affliction that prevents me from going outdoors.

That's why I fainted, and that's why she's now dead.

I'm not the person you think I am.

The only thing you have to do is get Diego into your bed.

He'll never notice me.

Anything is possible. It's your salvation.

Would you like another drink?

Sorry to get here so late.

I hope I haven't missed anything.

Your Lordship, I was beginning to get a little impatient.

These are the documents for undertaking

the works on the Madrid sewage system.

It's important for the king.

But I don't know anything about public administration.

Simply present the project without anyone knowing I'm behind it.

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

PUBLISHED BY PLANETA PUBLISHING

I'll ensure the king approves it.

What if they find out it's us?

Then,

my young friend,

I'd have to kill you.

THE DECISION

We're going to make a lot of money.

Choose well.

It's not easy being a martyr.

Sir, the correspondence has arrived

and the order from the printers.

Do you want to look at it now?

Sir, are you feeling all right?

Melquiades,

what did I do last night?

If you'll allow me to say, sir, you drank too much.

More so than usual?

You enjoyed a bottle of resolí with Miss Castro.

And when you finished it,

you ordered them to bring another and drank it, too.

Now I understand this headache.

Do you want to have a quick look, sir?

No, leave it on the table.

We have to leave now.

Their Lordships have really done the right thing,

paying for a year of masses for Rosalía.

A fine effort.

They have enough to pay for 50 years of masses.

Time to go to the church.

That's ready.

Do you want me to stay with you?

I have to make the puff pastries that Lady Mercedes ordered

and there's squash to prepare.

Are you sure?

I'm fine. Go.

Diego.

Thank you very much.

Rosalía was part of the family.

I know how fond you were of her, brother.

I'll come, it'll be good for us to be together.

No.

What's the matter?

Is it because of Rosalía?

Gabriel.

Yesterday…

after… I don't even know how it could've happened.

Miss Castro and I spent the night together.

When I awoke, she was there, in my bed.

I don't know...

I felt really bad about Rosalía,

about how everything had gone, I drank too much and… I don't know.

I just wanted to stop thinking.

And have a bit of fun.

All right, Gabriel, I feel bad as it is.

Miss Castro is our guest and is under your protection.

Diego…

She is not okay.

When will you ask her to marry you?

What's the matter? Why are you laughing?

Why are you hesitating?

If you don't ask her to marry you, it'd be the worst thing you could do.

Gabriel, I told you all this so that you'd understand, not so that…

You've dishonored her, Diego.

Now face the consequences.

Why are you taking this personally?

You're Diego of Castamar, aren't you?

Duke, a Spanish noble.

The highest representative of a noble lineage.

And Miss Castro isn't just anyone.

I already know that, Gabriel, I don't need you to lecture me.

Then don't hesitate about doing your duty.

Rosalía!

-Rosalía! -Clara, I'm going to fly away!

-Clara, I'm going to fly away! -Rosalía, don't move!

-Rosalía, don't move! -I'm going to fly away!

-I'm going to fly away! -Rosalía, don't!

Have it delivered to Lady Sol Montijos.

I'll take care of it.

As it so happens, I'm leaving for Madrid right now.

Don't look at me like that, Miss Castro,

I'm going to miss you, too.

"Dear Sol,

I've followed your advice

and everything has turned out well."

Last night.

Has he asked you to marry him?

-No. -He will. He's a man of honor.

Change of plans.

I'm staying at Castamar.

I can't not celebrate the good news…

Duchess.

"Dear Sol, I've followed your advice

and everything has turned out well. As you recommended,

I poured the substance into his glass and we woke up together."

Will your husband feel bad if I take it without his permission?

Take it off.

Does it look that bad on me?

For once Esteban is away, I don't want to be reminded of him.

And yes, you look ridiculous.

I'll take it off if you let me get in.

I only allow those who know how to do two things at once to bathe with me.

Then I'm your man.

Good news or bad news?

Private affairs.

If you don't tell me what you did with the servant at Castamar…

Do you really want to know?

Yes.

Nothing.

I gave her money for her petticoats, that was all the contact we had.

Don't be a liar.

Tell me, please, I won't be scandalized.

And did you like her?

Remember that you're the one who threw me into her arms.

You liked her.

She mentioned that Diego had something going on with the cook.

The noblewomen are going to have to get a move on.

It's not true that you know how to do two things at once.

So concentrate on the important thing.

Rosalía is now resting in peace.

Where are the puff pastries?

What? Mrs. Úrsula gave us permission to take one.

Clara.

Where are the squash jam puff pastries?

We'd like to try one.

I haven't made them.

Well, I'll start putting the chunks of squash in the pan,

and you can make the puff pastry, it's the most complicated bit.

Look, come see my wings.

Carmen, you're going to have to make the puff pastry as well.

But I don't know how.

I'll give you instructions. It's not that difficult.

You can take them away.

Pardon me,

are the puff pastries not to your liking?

They wouldn't be to anyone with a palate.

I'm very sorry, Your Ladyship.

I'll inform Miss Clara.

She didn't make them.

I agree, it can't have been our cook.

I'll find out what happened.

That's not necessary, Mr. Elquiza.

We know perfectly well it's not the best time for the servants.

I'll take care of it.

If you'll excuse me…

It's not the best time for him, either.

He was very fond of that girl.

Would you excuse me?

Your son has a very good heart, like his mother.

Nobody's going to worry about yesterday.

We try to give our children the best we have, but…

We children are ungrateful by nature.

Yours have been very lucky.

You should tell them that.

Without a doubt, it doesn't even need to be said.

Would you care to take a walk?

I'm taking the liberty of staying one more day at Castamar,

if you're not opposed.

Now I'm the lucky one.

Good afternoon.

If you'll excuse me,

I'd like to speak to Miss Belmonte alone.

Did the spaghetti squash puff pastries go down well, sir?

Not so much, that's why I have to speak to her.

Carmen, I need you to bring me three onions, please.

Yes.

The puff pastries are my responsibility, sir.

I don't care about the puff pastries.

I'm sorry you couldn't go to…

to Rosalía's burial.

-You know the reason. -Yes.

If you had told me what happens to you in open spaces…

What would that have changed?

I need you to know that you can trust me, no matter what happens.

Yesterday…

I didn't know how to react.

I should have given you a hug.

I wish things were easier.

Nobody is saying they can't be.

We both know it's not like that.

I have to keep working.

If you'll excuse me.

Sir.

It won't happen again.

The puff pastries.

Miss Castro.

I know that we need to speak, but I haven't found the right time.

How are you?

Fine.

Look, I wanted to apologize to you for my behavior last night.

I don't know, I guess we both drank too much.

Roberto, can you leave us alone, please?

I know that alcohol isn't an excuse, but…

Could we speak later?

Of course.

Darling.

I'm going out for a walk with Lord Enrique,

will you join us?

-I… -I'm not taking "no" for an answer.

It'll do you good. Let's go and get the parasols.

Sir, your carriage to the palace is ready,

and I have a copy of the arguments for before the vote,

in case you want to reread them during the journey.

I don't know, nothing is making sense today.

-It was a difficult night, sir. -Yes.

I won't need the carriage, prepare my horse.

And inform my mother that I'll be out for the night.

Yes, sir.

It's been a while, Diego.

Yes.

Longer than I would've liked.

Miss Castro.

-Is something wrong? -No.

No.

I just came down to…

give my condolences to the servants.

I'll pray for the soul of…

of…

-Of… -Rosalía. Her name was Rosalía.

Excuse me.

-Miss Amelia, do you need anything? -Yes, the little bag.

The little bag with the silver lock you found in the library.

Where is it?

I don't have it.

That's not possible. What did you do with it?

I left it in Mrs. Úrsula's office.

-It's what I always do when… -Let's go.

Miss Amelia, it's that way.

It seems she's not in.

Don't worry, as soon as I see Mrs. Úrsula…

-She's going to kill me. Can we go? -Where did you put it?

I left it on the table, it's…

It was here.

This can't be happening.

Don't worry, Mrs. Úrsula must have taken it

and given it to Lady Mercedes.

What?

Maybe it's from one of the gentlemen.

I've never seen it before.

What could this be?

I told Lady Mercedes it was my snuff.

I'm not always going to be here to cover for you.

A future Castamar has to be more alert.

I hope nothing or no one disturbs your sleep tonight, Miss Castro.

Are they for Rosalía? They're gorgeous.

I'm going to take them to her room.

I'm sure she'd like them a lot.

I remember how she would stick her nose into the petals to smell them.

Do you want to come

and leave them in her room with me?

No.

No, it's…

Her room makes me feel uneasy.

It's stupid, right?

I'd prefer if you went alone, if you don't mind.

Mrs. Berenguer,

it hasn't even been a day since we buried Rosalía

and you've already taken away all her things

and converted her room into a wardrobe?

Mr. Elquiza, good morning.

There are many people here who loved her.

And we need time to…

process her death.

Is keeping her room the same going to bring her back?

Life goes on, Mr. Elquiza.

The sooner we get that into our heads, the less we'll suffer.

Suffer?

What do you know about suffering?

Mrs. Úrsula…

What's the matter with you?

Don't you have feelings?

I don't appreciate being spoken to like that.

That room will go back to being Rosalía's room.

That's an order.

You are no longer in a position to give me orders, Mr. Elquiza.

Treat me like that again

and I won't hesitate to speak to His Lordship.

And what are you going to tell him?

What you do behind his back.

That you pass on information. How you watch him, and you're a traitor.

You should tell him something he doesn't already know.

He was informed of everything several days ago.

Have you thought about what would happen

if he found out that you knew and didn't say anything?

Mrs. Úrsula,

from now on, the rules of this house should be seared into your mind.

The chief majordomo has power over all the other servants,

errand boys, helpers, maids and…

housekeepers.

I doubt that Their Lordships enjoyed the broth.

I'm sure they did, although the dessert came out better.

You can save yourself the trouble,

trust me.

You see?

No matter how you explain it to me, my hands aren't like yours.

Why don't you go back to cooking, like before?

This way you'll learn more quickly. Toss that.

I'm sorry to say that the desserts are not up to their usual level.

It seems that Diego hasn't done anything about the situation.

Take it all away.

By the way, is the Duke not joining us for breakfast?

He's not at Castamar.

He's been very busy lately.

Can I ask where he is?

Perhaps he stayed at the palace.

Are you hungry?

I just picked them.

It's not the first time you've seen it.

I was thinking about what you'd say

if you knew the stories we told about how you lost it.

In a duel in the Thirty Years' War.

Or fighting a lion in Africa.

I'd forgotten that one.

And how did you lose it?

Why have you come?

To fight with my weapons teacher.

I'm too old for that.

If that's why you're here, you can leave now.

I need to find an answer.

Often what you actually need is the right question.

I like watching you sleep.

Sleep…

That's not what it looked like earlier.

Waking up by your side, too.

Wait.

Listen.

-What? -The horses are hungry.

-Give them food. -It's my husband.

What do you mean, your husband? What's he doing here?

I don't know, he was supposed to be gone for a week.

In her bedroom at this time?

You have to go.

How do I do that?

Go hide.

-In the wardrobe, quick. -And what if I don't hide?

This isn't the time for games, Francisco.

-The coat and the cane. -Quick.

I don't need anyone to announce me in my own home.

Esteban, darling,

did something happen? I wasn't expecting you back so soon.

When you miss sleeping in your own bed,

the moment has come to admit you're an old man

and it's best not to leave home.

I'm sure you've arrived with a big appetite.

Let's go eat something.

No.

I'm not hungry.

Come with me, then. I'm in the mood for something sweet.

Aren't you happy that I came back early?

Yes, of course.

I didn't actually miss my bed.

I just wanted to see you.

But tell me first, what's happened?

Miss Castro, allow me to accompany you.

You're hurting me.

Did I miss something?

Where's Diego? Why hasn't he asked you to marry him?

I don't know, what do you want me to do?

You're deceiving me, Miss Castro.

If you don't marry Lord Diego, you have a lot to lose. A lot.

And there's almost no time left.

Miss Castro.

Are you all right?

She just got a bit dizzy, but it's nothing serious, right?

I was looking for you because I needed to ask you for help, but…

-if you don't feel well, I can wait. -No.

I'm fine, really.

Now I am hungry.

Leave through the back door before he returns.

He knew I was here.

-It was repugnant. -Leave, please.

You shouldn't put up with this. I can stand up to him.

He's my husband, you don't need to rescue me.

I was being serious before.

I don't want to keep running away.

-I want to be by your side. -I know how it is.

If this was our everyday, you'd stop liking me.

It wouldn't be like that with you.

Leave now.

I'm trying to paint a portrait of you, but…

I'm afraid I need you to pose for it.

If you don't mind.

Don't you like them?

Yes, of course I do.

They're beautiful.

I just didn't know you were an artist. You're full of surprises.

There are lots of things you don't know about me.

And you about me.

So why don't you tell me?

It's better to stay quiet.

For the portrait.

What your mouth doesn't say, your face will.

Are you sure you're feeling all right?

Clara.

Mr. Elquiza let me in.

I don't know what you're doing here, but I'm very busy.

I understand that you're angry, but you need to listen.

It's important, truly.

Be quick.

The Council of Castile has discovered that your father is alive.

They're looking for him. If they find him…

We're getting him out of the country tomorrow,

but I need a place to hide him for a few hours.

-Here? -Get out of here, busybody.

I can't do that.

Your father didn't kill that man.

He needs to tell you what happened, and it's now or never.

He's been lying to me all this time, why should I believe him now?

Nobody knows him like you do.

Excuse me, I didn't want to disturb you,

but I've already prepared the butter.

Thank you.

Go away, I beg you.

-I'll bring him when everyone's asleep. -No.

He only has you.

If they find him, they'll hang him.

-How many times do I have to-- -After midnight,

at the courtyard door.

I'm going to the Countess of Ayala's birthday party tomorrow.

Will I see you there?

They say your beloved count will attend to play cards.

I didn't ask you to come so that you could tell me the latest gossip.

I didn't know there was something that would interest you more.

There is.

My figure.

Please, darling.

You look as good as ever.

Thank you,

but the passage of time isn't forgiving.

Did you know that the color black is slimming?

I want to show off my mourning dress.

Being hasty isn't wise.

So you're scared.

Relax, I'll ask someone who talks less and acts more.

And let me remind you that you didn't keep your end of the deal.

Can't you wait?

Not a minute more.

You're falling in love with the Count of Armiño.

I don't know what that is.

You could ask him about Diego.

He still hasn't asked Amelia to marry him.

Let me give you another reason to fulfill your part of the deal.

It seems that the Duke is in love.

The cook of Castamar is the lucky one.

My source is well-informed.

Enrique.

Say goodbye to your darling Esteban.

She hasn't been at Castamar for long.

I want to know everything about her.

Anything that we can use.

I'll take care of it personally, sir.

Come in so they don't see you.

Daughter.

Thank you, daughter.

It'll just be for a few hours.

I'll signal with the torch when I'm back.

I'll take you to my room, we're not safe here.

Sit down here.

Thank you.

I didn't want to put you in danger.

Your uncle insisted.

I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to you.

But you didn't mind making me think you were dead.

I know I hurt you a lot, but I had no choice.

You know what people are saying about me.

That you're a traitor.

That you killed one of your own…

and that you deserved to be executed.

I didn't kill Colonel Quintanilla.

They sent me to a firing squad and they threw me in a mass grave,

but I wasn't dead.

A French soldier helped me.

I managed to get to Brother Juan's convent.

They couldn't save my sight, but they saved my life.

Why didn't you tell me the truth?

And put you in danger?

I wouldn't allow them to harm you on my account.

There's a married couple I know in Lyon.

I'll move into their country house

and nobody will look for me there.

And what will you do there?

Wait until the day arrives when you and I can reunite and…

and you forgive me for all the pain I've caused you.

There's no need for you to wait for that, Father.

I always keep it with me.

We'll be together again very soon, Father,

I promise you.

Daniel, Juana.

They just told me you were here.

These are the first grapes from the new vines.

You have to try them.

The best harvest since we started.

We wouldn't have got them if it wasn't for your help.

Do you want anything to eat? A drink?

No, we're fine.

-We're fine. -Please, get them some cakes

-and cured meats to take with them. -Honestly, we're fine.

Daniel, don't insist. It's for my godson, you can't refuse.

Juana, please, go with her.

Daniel, come.

I need to ask you a favor, an important favor.

Whatever you need.

The Marquis of Soto,

Lord Enrique of Arcona…

I'm sure he's hiding something. Keep an eye on him.

Okay, I'll find out.

Can I ask what her name is?

-Sir. -Have you found anything?

I've found out a lot.

Come in.

Tell him everything you know.

Will you let me see it?

Only when it's finished.

Ask me again in two or three years.

I've never heard you laugh like that.

You should do it more often.

It's not always so easy.

Yes, it is,

if you free yourself from what's oppressing you

and isn't letting you be yourself.

That's what your face is saying,

but you can tell me yourself.

Amelia, I'm good at listening and keeping secrets.

-Amelia… -How do you do it?

Freeing oneself.

You just need your consciousness to be at peace.

Royal guards.

Halt.

Where are you travelling to?

To Guadalajara, sir.

They're waiting for this merchandise.

Get down.

Hands up.

Armando Belmonte, you're under arrest for the murder of Colonel Quintanilla.

Please don't hurt me.

A fight before I go?

I told you, I'm too old.

Good, that way I'll beat you for the first time ever.

Have you found an answer to what's torturing you so much?

When will you ask her to marry you?

If you don't, it'd be the worst thing you could do.

Why are you hesitating?

Don't hesitate about doing your duty.

You've dishonored her, Diego.

Now face the consequences.

Did you really think you were going to win?

Are you going to leave me guessing?

How did you lose it?

When you ask the right question.

I won't take much of your time.

I called you to give you this.

-They're my recipes. -Yes.

But, how…

Mr. Elquiza helped me get them and I took them to the printers.

Your first recipe book.

I hope you don't mind, I thought it was a good idea.

I'm very grateful to you.

MODERN CUISINE - RECIPES RECORDED FROM THE EXPERIENCE OF CLARA BELMONTE

There are blank pages at the end

so you can continue adding new recipes.

You shouldn't have gone to the trouble, I don't know if I can use it much.

How can you say that?

I can't cook.

I try, but there's something paralyzing me,

something stronger than I am.

I haven't cooked since Rosalía died,

and I don't think I can go back.

You're the first person I've told.

I hadn't even admitted it to myself.

It's my punishment for what happened to Rosalía.

You're not responsible for the death of Rosalía.

You can be sure of that.

Thank you.

It's beautiful.

SPAGHETTI SQUASH JAM PUFF PASTRIES

It's called guilt.

It paralyzes you and doesn't let you move on.

Look, come see my wings.

Rosalía, please, be careful!

It torments you.

Rosalía, where are you going with that?

Come here, I'm not angry. Rosalía.

Even if you don't want to see it, it's there, inside you.

But how does one free oneself from guilt?

By admitting it

and accepting that it is a part of us.

Accepting that hiding it is completely useless,

that it will stay there and leave its mark,

forcing you to become your own oppressor

while still being the victim.

If guilt wins, it will decide for you.

It will make decisions that will condemn others

and will condemn you forever.

So, how do you free yourself from guilt?

By taking it out of its hiding place,

throwing it out, saying goodbye to it…

and carrying on.

ROSALÍA PUFF PASTRIES

Yes?

I was looking for you.

I wanted to speak to you

about what happened in your bedroom.

As it happens, I also wanted to speak to you, Miss Castro.

Please, let me go first.

I wanted to tell you I accept everything that happened that night,

and that…

I bear sole responsibility.

That's why I wanted to ask you to marry me.

Do you agree to marrying me?

Of course.

Yes.

-Very good. -Yes.

Well, it's your turn. What did you want to tell me?

Nothing.

Nothing.

You are one of the most coveted men at the court.

There's only one woman who interests me.

Castamar will finally have an heir, right, dear?

I'm worried about Lord Enrique of Arcona.

Every time he appears, Miss Castro gets scared.

This has belonged to all the ladies of Castamar.

Now it belongs to you.

To me?

Why did you give her the brooch?

You could've asked me, no?

Would you have said no?

Diego, we all saw your face when Amelia appeared with Alba's brooch.

I'm getting married, there it is.

That's what everyone wants, isn't it? Is that what you want?

They're death sentences, Melquiades.

The king orders them and I, as council secretary, sign them.

Armando Belmonte.

They're people. Executing them won't change what they've done.

The marquis wants to do damage to Castamar.

I swear to God that I will kill Diego of Castamar.

You have something that Alba can't give him anymore.

You'll have Castamar at your feet.

Does it matter if he loves you or not?

Subtitle translation by: Michael Evans Healey