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Can you can come upstairs?

I'm sorry Mr. Alejandro, I won't wait for nobody. I'm leaving right now.

I'm not a beasts tamer!

OK, ma'am, leave whenever you want.

Call Suarez to the platform.

Attention Mr. Suarez! Attention Mr. Suarez!

You have a phone call.

Attention Mr. Suarez! Attention Mr. Suarez!

You have a phone call.

Suarez here. What's wrong, Mr. Alejandro?

The usual stuff. My son.

It seems there was a fight with the governess, and that bitch just left.

Just place an ad in some newspaper for a shrink, a teacher, some important woman.

I'm afraid you're not suitable for this job.

Why not?

You are too young...and pretty too.

Should I be old and ugly to work with you?

Not at all, but this is a special case. I asked for a psychologist or a shrink.

And I just disappointed you.

Not at all, you surprised me. Excuse me. Come in, Mary.

Sign, please.

I can't imagine you in this job. It's far from the city.

- Send a copy to London. - Yes, sir.

It's on a promontory,

without a single house miles around.

- Have Suarez check this out. - Yes, sir.

This is urgent. Anymore left?

- Enough for today. - Yes, sir.

With your permission.

- Sincerely I can't imagine you in that big old house. - Why?

It may be an historic site, but it could be unbearable for you.

I'm writing a book on Galician witches.

- I'm interested in that lonely old house. - The ad says more than an old house.

It's about nursing a sick boy, a tough case.

OK, this is my psychologist degree.

And I must tell you that I'm also a tough cases specialist.

Perfect, but you won't be brave enough to put up with him.

I'll tell you as soon as I meet him. Maybe tonight?

- Tonight? - Please, Mr. Alejandro.

- Will it take long? - Still a few miles.

What are you looking at?

Some wonderful church from the 16th century I think, and some old houses.

If you like them, you will love the old house. ????

Something wrong?

I've been watching you and I think I shouldn't leave you there alone.

So young, with two clumsy servants and a boy. I don't know how to tell you.

What's wrong with him?

Long story short, he's my burden.

Because I'm good at everything I make: ships, shipyards,

oil wells, everything but that son.

He's not a work of mine, he's just like his mother.

- Does she live with him? - No.

She's dead.

A beggar's son wouldn't have to worry about losing an empire even if he was born mute or paralytic.

But my son, who could be swimming in gold...

What's wrong with your son?

He's mute.

Since he's born?

No, he was always weak and nervous but very smart.

He went mute when he saw his mother dead.

He started to have some epileptic seizures.

As you can see, it's a tough job. Do do you want to take it?

Do you have witches in that house?

If there are witches in Galicia, I bet that's their palace.

Cool! I don't want to make them wait too long.

- Good evening. - Good evening

- This is Miss Gina. - Good evening, Miss Gina.

You'll see her for a while. She'll probably take care of Marcos.

Meet Luisa and Bernardo, good and loyal people, you can trust them.

- Of course. - Sure.

I'm sure about that.

- Maybe you want to refresh a little. - Yes, thanks.

- Take her to her room. - This way, Miss.

Our Master doesn't like waiting. Hurry up.

I'll be downstairs quickly.

Close the doors. There are men in this house. I don't mean Bernardo, but the boy.

Bath tub's filling.

You were right, witches were waiting for you. And made a miracle.

- Do you like arts? - Yes, but not only arts.

I like this place, it's the result of four centuries of accumulated wealth.

No.

It just took four seconds to sign a check. A woman liked it and I bought it.

And that woman?

Alas, now I own the house only, which is really what I paid for.

Do you translate everything into money?

Yes. Everything but love.

Why don't you have love too?

Because I spent years making millions and now it's too late. Your wine.

Damn, I'm stained now.

Some say it brings luck.

- It looks like blood. - Yes, it looks the same.

Please, change your clothes. In the meantime I'll search the inventory of these things you like so much.

- You haven't changed your clothes. - The stain has vanished.

Here's the inventory with the prices I paid. If you find something excessive just tell me.

Oh, you don't like being robbed?

Robbing me has some merit, what I can't stand is being cheated. I can't forgive that.

- Dinner's ready, sir. - Where's my son?

I don't know, sir, he went out and hasn't come back yet.

- He's not in the house? - No, sir. Can I serve now?

Yes, Luisa.

See? You begin to understand now what I meant about my son.

- Does he go out often? - Whenever he wants to.

You don't get along well with him?

No.

- He hates me. - And you?

It's difficult to hate a son.

Good evening, son, you're late.

This is Miss Gina. She's here to take care of you.

Good evening, Marcos.

You don't want to shake my hand?

Greet her, Marcos!

I'm sorry, those were his mom's roses.

As you can see, you surprisingly look like her. And she only liked white roses.

It's true.

- Your wife, huh? - Yes, my wife.

Marcos' mom.

- I would like to apologize for... - It's nothing.

I'm not here for the perfect weekend, I'm here to work.

- But Marcos... - The boy is really ill

and I have decided to stay.

Thank you, Miss Gina.

Gina, Mr. Alejandro.

Sorry, Gina.

Would you like some coffee?

Marcos really loved his mom, right?

Even more, he adored her.

- That's natural for a son. - No.

It's natural to love her, not to worship her

or make her a kind of Goddess. Because she was a Goddess for him.

A Goddess!

And I was his enemy.

An enemy capable of taking him away from his idol.

He used to cry, run away from home and barely come back.

Until I got tired. "Mon petit chéri".

That's how she called him.

And "mon petit chéri" stayed with her night and day. Caressing her hands, playing with her hair.

Listening to her or playing that piano, that awful music.

Until she died. Then, all her stuff became sacred items.

Come with me.

Her whip and her scarf. On that afternoon she came back after riding her horse as usual.

She left them here

and here they'll remain forever. Follow me.

She left here gloves here, here they will remain eternally.

Because Marcos won't allow anyone to move them.

And that music, that awful music always playing. Always!

I don't wanna hear it anymore! Stop that music!

Stop that music!

I'll go, it's better.

I'm sorry about the roses.

I didn't know they belonged to your mother. Your music is wonderful.

Music is eternal, mon petit chéri.

But he doesn't like it.

Because he doesn't get it.

He doesn't know that they're memories of your mother's love.

He'll never get it.

Ignore his helping hand.

Keep it for you.

And for me if you wish,

mon petit chéri.

Good night, Marcos.

See you tomorrow.

She's coming, she wakes up early that little missy.

I like her better than the other.

We'll see how long she lasts.

Mr. Alejandro forbade us to talk about it.

I would like to take a horse ride.

- Bernardo. - What?

- Prepare a horse for Miss Gina. - Right away.

- Mr. Alejandro told me about that Templar's monastery. - That's where they used to gather.

They say the undead come out from their graves at midnight.

I'll never go there.

Yes, it's very old, the temple was restored during the 16th century.

But it was built by the Templars in 1267.

Some original parts still remain,

some church's walls and graves.

Of course, no ceremonies are celebrated nowadays.

Don't you use your parasol, my daughter?

I prefer the sun, Mother.

Sun can be dangerous when a woman is weak.

Come in.

All this belonged to the Templars, that infamous order.

They were accused of horrible crimes, rapes, robberies.

And hoarding up wealth inside their temples.

That too, but the most scary is the legends. They say they wake up from their graves.

It is best to stay alert day and night.

Even if they're dead, they can still kill and rape.

Do you believe in those legends?

I believe in the Devil because I believe in God.

Have you ever looked for treasures hidden by Templars in this church?

Never, I've been here for 12 years and Mr. Alejandro never said a word about it.

He's as rich as King Solomon, he has enough with his own fortune.

He owns half the estate. You're lucky to be in that house, my daughter.

- Indeed, I've been told he's very rich. - For sure.

Come on in. Although we receive his alms monthly he didn't come here for 7 years.

The most valuable things here are some inscriptions dictated by the founder of this order,

Mr Hugo de Poyen.

And the grave that fill a good part of the church nave.

Underneath rest the corpses of 250 Templars.

7 years ago we had a look at their bones.

Their grave will be reopened in 93 years.

- How high it is? - 15 meters high.

What do they mean to you?

What's left of human arrogance and sadism.

Now I'm going to show you the most valuable thing left by the Templars.

The Holy Grail.

A real treasure of huge historic value.

No one's allowed to touch it. Emeralds, rubies, 30 pearls.

And flawless agates.

It belongs to Miss Gina. You wanna wash it?

You like Miss Gina, huh? Like father, like son.

- Good morning, Gina. - Good morning.

It's a long time since we had a real beauty like you here.

Thanks! I was visiting the monastery, pretty interesting.

I admired the marvelous Holy Grail.

How much money does it cost?

Not a penny.

But reverend mother said...

She says it's an authentic treasure, the real Holy Grail.

But what you have seen is a duplicate.

But, is there a real one?

- It does exist. - Where is it?

At the old house, in a safe place.

Isn't it dangerous to keep it there?

There's a jewel worth much more than that.

- And it's not in a safe. - What is it?

You.

It's the truth, Gina.

I like you.

I guess you've liked many "things" in your life.

Sure.

- And you always get them? - Always.

- Buying "them"? - Or selling, it depends.

Have you ever been forced to give up?

I can't, Gina.

That's the key of my success.

The confidence that I'll always win.

When I started doing business I promised to myself that I would never surrender.

Conquering, buying or destroying, no matter how important it could be.

Even risking my life for something insignificant.

Am I that insignificant thing?

No.

You are...

You are a necessity.

I like you...

You're wrong here. I'm a woman, not a business item.

I'm sorry.

I thought you were a liberated modern girl.

- Open minded. - I am.

But I'm opened to ideas.

Not to men.

I understand, but I'm alone.

And it's not pleasant.

I need a woman.

It's easy, get married.

Never.

I did it once and it's the only mistake I've made in my life.

And it's not in my habit to make the same mistake twice.

But you need to reconstruct your life.

Especially for Marcos.

With the money he'll inherit he'll be able to buy 1000 women to take care of him.

At my old age I won't make stupid love declarations.

I'm a fighter.

I buy and pay, I want and give too.

Here's my offer:

I like you and I can give you whatever you want in exchange.

Think about it and tell me.

What if I ask for stars?

Some jewels look like stars.

Think about it and answer me when we meet again.

See you later, Gina.

Jewels like the Holy Grail for example?

I see that the price of love has been rising.

Is that your price?

I simply asked.

Tell me, how much does it cost?

Les than you, millions.

But you're an arts expert. Check my paintings gallery.

You'll find more interesting things.

Miss Gina, a phone call for you.

Elizabeth, it's me, Richard, your husband.

Elizabeth, do you hear me?

- Marcos, you're crazy! - Marcos!

What are you doing, Marcos? Damn!

I'm sorry miss, your car... That savage!

Don't worry. Give me the key, Luisa.

OK, but you shouldn't open the door, you don't know what he's capable of.

I perfectly know what I'm doing. Don't worry.

...forever, Richard.

I didn't want to talk to you

when you called me on the phone

because time has come to break our relation.

This is the intimate diary of Alicia Bartesalas, countess of Castolina.

I'm writing 24 hours after my wedding with Alejandro Torque.

And I'd like to open my soul in this diary.

So I must confess my wedding night is over,

the night of love every woman dreams of,

but I'm not happy and I think I'll never be happy.

I've been sold.

Alejandro is dominant, brutal, for him love means possession.

Happiness his satisfaction.

And his wife a slave.

That's what I am, a wife waiting for his husband with disgust.

Meanwhile...

I'm going to have a son but I'm afraid.

He might be beautiful, but still the fruit of hate and violence.

Starting today, I'll only look at beautiful things like plants.

I'll only look at those beautiful plants we have here.

What a mother watch can transform that little life inside her.

I hate Alejandro with all my guts.

What the hell do you want?

Thanks for opening the door.

Never mind.

Don't come in my room again!

Do you hear me? I don't want you to come in my room without my permission.

He asked me to give you this.

He says he wants to see you soon.

Don't do it again, ever!

Four warnings, dear Elizabeth:

First: I'm your husband.

Second: you're a simple thief.

Third: don't turn against me.

I could denounce you to the police.

I don't care about jail if you rot in there too.

And finally: don't you ever try to escape.

Because I have a copy.

You pig!

Both of us, Liz.

We're both pigs.

I'm your husband and I like you.

Ok, things have changed.

I can see I disgust you

but it hasn't always be that way.

It will never be like that again.

Richard.

For old time's sake,

leave me alone.

I want to start again.

A change of life.

Honestly?

Honestly.

OK, then.

But business is business.

How much will you pay for your freedom?

You know perfectly that I have no money!

Work then. But not honestly, of course.

- Work in your profession. - Our profession.

I like that, our profession.

It ties us together again.

We'll be much better there, a typical place,

comfortable, discreet, suitable for business talk.

But just a minute, there's not much to talk about.

You're lucky, you wind up in a good house.

While waiting I noticed a good art gallery with famous paintings.

Some small altarpieces.

And some Gothic crosses that must be worth a fortune.

Wrap them carefully.

Those pieces are worth a couple of millions at least.

And then you can cut the paintings as you know how.

Today is the 27th.

We'll meet again on the 30rd.

You'll give me the stuff.

Then I'll leave, of course.

I'll give your passport back and that's it.

Next day I fly to Brazil and that's the end of the story.

- What about me? - You'll be free.

They won't suspect you.

It's not possible, it's too dangerous for me.

They'll find out eventually.

That's not my problem.

You're the most disgusting and despicable man I ever met in my life!

Sit down, bitch!

What will happen if we don't meet on the 30rd?

Police will get you on the 31st.

Good evening, Miss.

Good evening, would you park my car?

Yes, Miss.

Do you want your dinner?

No, I already ate.

Is Marcos back?

You can hear the music.

Luisa, that room on the second floor isn't occupied, right?

Right.

- No one gets in there? - Never.

- But lights are always on. - Always.

It was Madame's room, right?

It IS Madame's room, Miss.

When she was alive but now?

It will stay HER room until this house falls apart.

That's what Mr. Alejandro said when she died.

He locked the door and everything remained as it was inside.

The bed unmade, the glass she used to take her last medecine,

everything the way Madame liked.

What a pity.

It's Mr. Alejandro's will.

But valuable things may be inside.

If so, they will remain there.

Because no one is allowed to enter.

- Not even you or Bernardo? - We don't have the key.

Not even Marcos?

No one.

- But why lights are on? - To keep the witches away.

I wonder how light bulbs haven't exploded after all these years.

They belong to your mother, right?

Yes, it's pretty.

Yes, I really like it.

For me?

No, I can't accept it.

No, Marcos, it's impossible, you shouldn't give it to me.

It's gorgeous, but I never had a jewel like this in my life.

Mon petit chéri...

Get off me! Get off me!

Did you fight?

When?

This morning?

Why?

Because of me?

You saw me this morning and you went for a girl?

Richard?

Yes, it's me, Elizabeth.

There's no need to wait until the 30rd.

Tonight. Let's say midnight.

Near the house.

In front of the church.

So prompt! Well, show me what you promised.

I brought something more valuable.

My passport first.

Wonderful, mission accomplished.

But what would happen if I went to the house again?

If Alejandro dies, Marcos and me will be happy.

With his father's wealth, we'll be able to leave the prison he has locked us in.

We could run away free, far from his brutality, his whims.

Marcos will be safe from his violence and jealousy.

Because he's jealous of my little child.

He gets angry when we go to the forest to pick white roses.

We laugh and play, we're happy.

We look like lovers.

If someone sees us, he'll think we're lovers.

I'm worried about Marcos, he's sad.

I don't think he has figured out that I'm trying to kill his father.

This afternoon, I'll take him to Witch's Rock, in front of the cemetery.

He loves that place.

I told him that we'll build our house there if his father dies.

When we're alone at last.

We'll be happy when Alejandro is dead.

We're fine here.

If your father...

If we're alone some day, we'll build our house right there.

He must die.

It's the first time I don't write "if Alejandro dies".

No, I don't dream of his death anymore.

I'm decided.

There's nothing holding me now. My hands are ready to kill him.

It's necessary that Alejandro dies.

I know how to do it when time comes.

- Where's she? - In the sitting room.

- Do you want something? - No, thanks.

Good morning, Gina, here's a little present.

Pick it up!

Stupid bitch! I could give you everything you want and you...

You steal this filthy bracelet

and give it to a pimp who sells it where I bought it!

Same jewelry store.

I didn't want him to get arrested, I understand now what's your business here.

What else have you stolen?

Get off this place.

Today, if possible.

I won't scream. A stupid bitch has no right to get angry if a man enters her room without permission.

I'm sorry, Gina.

- The bracelet is yours. - No.

I just discovered that you haven't stolen it, Marcos gave it to you.

Why didn't you tell me?

I like Marcos too much to blame him.

Don't forget that he's also my son.

Besides, this gift doesn't matter. I could have made the same to you.

When I die, all my belongings will be yours, please stay.

You must understand that it will be difficult for us to get along after what happened.

- No, Gina, I would like to... - No.

I never wanted a woman as much as I want you now.

Forget it, I'm a stupid bitch!

Mon petit chéri.

Do you remember your mother? She loved you so much.

So do I.

But your father doesn't like us.

Do you know that I must leave forever?

Your dad asked me to leave. But you don't want that, me neither.

If we were alone...

I can extinguish the flame without touching the stopcock.

Just by blowing at it.

But there's this stupid safety system

that turns the gas off.

Sweet death awaits at that door.

It's decided, when Alejandro comes back,

I'll get his bath ready, like a sweet wife.

As soon as the bath tub's filled, I'll extinguish the flame with all my hate.

I'll turn the stopcock, half turn is enough.

And Death will come. I must help her of course because Alejandro is so strong.

When I see Marcos nervous,

I usually give him half a sleeping pill from the box on the bathroom's shelf.

But Alejandro will take a full pill, to sleep forever.

Alejandro? It's Gina.

It's just to tell you that I'm leaving next Sunday. Forever.

But I would like to talk to you before.

I would like to have dinner with you.

No, here will be fine.

We will toast to a friendship that could have been something else.

If it still can change? It's possible.

OK, you can tell me everything next Sunday.

OK, good evening.

This wine comes from my grapevines.

- The love potion. - To you.

Why don't you accept my offer?

Do you have a good reason that could convince me?

Yes, tonight I want us to start a new life.

OK, but first, we must forget the past.

Fine.

Let's forget everything.

Except one thing: I like you.

It's a good start.

First, forget the day where I asked for a job.

Forgotten. Cheers!

Ah, Champagne.

- Let's forget that you liked me as a woman instead of a teacher. - Forgotten!

- What are they doing? - Drinking to forget.

- What? - Rich people have fun that way.

To forget that you distrusted me.

Gina...

Don't hurry, dear. Night's long...

Gina...

Drink more, it's good for you.

Drink...

Gina... Let me rest...

You better rest...

- Music, just what we needed! - We'll sleep in the kitchen tonight.

Twice. It's for me. The party continues!

- You called me? - Yes, Luisa. Bring us some tea, please.

- Mr. Alejandro wants to drink. - Yes, Miss.

- Where shall I put the tray, Miss? - Right there.

- Do you need something else? - Tell Mr. Alejandro about the tea.

- He must be in his room. - OK.

- What's wrong? - It's locked!

Listen, girl, we just left Alejandro at his last abode

and we are here to tell you that you can find shelter in our monastery

until Heaven grants you a new job.

When will you leave this house?

I'm not leaving, Mother General.

- It's about the boy? - Yes.

It was Alejandro's wish, and Marcos' too.

It's a big weight on your shoulders.

Good Christians must abide to God's design.

- Something's wrong, Luisa? - A gentleman wants to pay his condolences.

With your permission.

Good morning.

My deepest condolences, dear Elizabeth

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.

You're a genius, Liz.

You kill the father first, then his son inherits his fortune

and you... - Get out!

- Fantastic, a complete palace... - Bernardo!

In your place, I'd never turn my back on a man like me.

You wouldn't dare.

Only with stubborn women.

- You want something, Miss? - No, Bernardo.

- Not now. - I'm downstairs if you need me.

Filthy scoundrel.

OK, OK, I can't deny it.

You have no word of honor.

Exactly.

I don't even have that.

No money, no peace and no word of honor.

Not even love.

Because I don't have you, Elizabeth.

You are the most important person in my life.

That's why I can't abandon you.

- Because I love you, Elizabeth. - Lies!

OK.

You're right. I don't love you and I never did.

The only thing I care about is this place that is yours now.

It's all I ever wished for.

A palace!

Horses, trees!

Servants asking me: "Sir, do you want something?"

I want tapestry, paintings, jewels.

And even a monastery which belonged to the Templars!

Richard...

Would you get off me forever if I gave you a huge fortune?

A woman's heart can be as sweet as honey.

How much that fortune is?

It's priceless.

One jewel alone is worth millions and millions.

If not seeing me anymore can make you happy,

I promise you won't see me again.

In exchange of that fortune, of course.

OK, Richard.

Come with me.

Professor Goldberg is my teacher, he's a leading authority in art history.

Would you like to help me, Mother General?

There's no bigger satisfaction than helping one's neighbour.

The Professor has learnt that a unique Holy Grail is kept within the monastery.

- Could you show it to him? - With great pleasure.

Our doors are always opened to good Christians.

It's fabulous. Thank you, Mother General.

Mother General.

- So? - When?

Tomorrow morning.

Are you there? What are you doing? Turn that light off!

Elizabeth. Where are you?

Turn that light off at once! I can't see!

What are you doing, bitch!

For me?

We're gonna have to let you go to avoid Marcos reminding how much he has suffered in this house.

Marcos is thankful for your work.

Are we fired?

I'd rather say that you're no longer necessary.

But we have been loyal as dogs.

And now another dog comes and kick us to the street!

We have witnessed the birth of the boy.

We saw his mother die, we took care of him for years!

- He doesn't want your help! - YOU don't want it!

No, it's him!

I knew this would happen when you came here.

I figured it as much back then. You can be happy now.

You're alone with the boy, everything is yours!

Take it.

- May God forgive you, Marcos. - But not her!

You liked witches because you are one of them!

Let's go, Luisa.

Remember this: some day they will claim the house back!

- Leave her now. - Remember, you'll have no peace!

Never! Witches will claim the house back!

Come here, run!

Good evening.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

Who am I? I'll tell you when time comes.

I was here waiting for you.

I wanted to share my pain with you for Mr. Alejandro's death.

But I see I'm interrupting your happiness. Don't worry.

It will last only a moment.

How did you dare to get in?

Because no one prevented me.

I can see there's no servants at home, Miss.

Besides, door was opened.

And that's inexcusable, there are valuable things in this house.

Good evening, Marcos. We wouldn't have met if your father was still alive.

No, I will not leave now.

You love this boy so much.

Get out of this house.

For your information, I have the right to stay here as long as I want.

Tell him to leave us alone.

Marcos, could you please leave us alone for a while?

Good girl.

Who are you?

Carlos, Marcos' brother.

Lies!

Alejandro had one son only.

Marcos.

The only legitimate son.

I'm the illegitimate one.

I'm what they call a "bastard".

They know about me, but I'm still a bastard.

But I don't complain, I don't believe in "stained honor".

While my father was alive I didn't had his love but he has bequeathed me his money all the same.

The same amount as Marcos. Fifty-fifty.

Even more than him since I'll run all the business.

I was named his legal guardian.

It's a huge blow to you, huh?

Why should it be?

You're too young, too beautiful

and too smart to waste your time taking care of a poor mute.

You'll have to explain that later. That and the circumstances of my father's death.

I have more bad news. I'm staying in this house. It's mine.

You're sad, huh?

Me too, we won't be alone anymore.

Carlos is staying here for good.

Yes, he'll stay. He's your brother.

No one told you?

Good evening. Don't mind me. Carry on, please.

No one told you you had a brother? You didn't know him?

well, it's legit. I called your father's administrator and he confirmed.

Carlos now manages the fortune. Your share too.

But I...

Let's go to bed. It's late.

I'll see you in the garden tomorrow We will pick up roses as usual.

Then we'll go to Witch's Rock, in front of the cemetery.

Just like every other day.

As usual. I love you, my little Marcos. Only you.

Have a good night sleep.

See you tomorrow.

- I thought you wanted to talk with me. - You're right.

I guess my father died on a night like this.

Yes.

Where were you at that moment?

In this room, playing the piano.

A splendid scene!

While a poor man dies of gas suffocation

a beautiful girls plays piano to escort his soul to hell.

How did you kill him?

You have no right to blame me. If you wanna know, ask the police!

It was an accident. A stupid gas leak in the heater, that's all!

Lies! Only people asleep or suicides die of gas suffocation!

My father couldn't have entered the bathroom alone while he was asleep!

He loved life too much to kill himself. How did you do it?

- I have nothing to say! - But I do!

I've inspected the bathroom and saw that a screw had been loosened to provoke the gas leak.

- Why did you do it! - Take your hands off me!

Wait!

I'll petition to have the body exhumed.

Ask whatever you want, but leave me alone!

I won't let you go, Miss.

I won't budge from here.

I don't think you will kill me like you killed my father.

I want to leave! You have no right to stop me!

- Get off me! - Calm down, Elizabeth!

I knew it!

Elizabeth, a common thief.

Stop that, would you?

- Stop what? - That situation.

Call the police or take me to the police station but stop that.

Dad opened an investigation on you.

Suarez sent me your police record after his death.

That's how I learned your real name and your profession.

You've been in jail several times, right?

Yes.

Me too.

Jail is tough. Especially when you're sentenced for several crimes. As you will be.

Theft, deceit, betrayal of trust, murder!

No one can prove I killed your father!

I can.

With this stuff as evidence.

Your thief's career could end up with a death penalty.

Why are you crying?

Because here finish the story of a stupid girl

who was born in poverty

and dreamed of wealth.

It was a bad dream.

I married a man who dragged me into this life, since then I've been treated like a dog

who hoped for a stroke of luck. This one.

I've never been so miserable as tonight.

And now I'm richer thanks to your unfortune.

Until you killed my dad there was another humiliated dog. Me!

The son that the important Mr. Alejandro had with a poor girl he never remembered.

Your ambition made you do what I never did out of cowardice and you made me a millionaire.

Thank you!

What are you planning for me?

Dogs meet each other and make dog deals.

My father loved you.

- Didn't he? - Yes.

Since you were his dream, or his fantasy, as my mother was,

I'll follow in his footsteps and reclaim the same prize.

You!

I don't like you as a man.

I don't care.

I don't love you.

I'm not asking that much.

You make me sick!

Sick or not, it's the law or me.

Dear Carlos...

Are you happy?

As I'll ever be.

We will always be happy, Elizabeth. Forever.

- Just like tonight. - In this place?

No, we'll leave the house tomorrow.

Here I'll always be afraid to find you dead like he found Lidia.

- Lidia? - Marcos' mom.

She never liked this awful place or my father, so she cut her wrists.

When he saw her, Marcos went mute.

But who will take care of him?

We will take him to the United States with us and will leave him in some clinic.

He's just a poor abnormal.

You wouldn't sacrifice our happiness for him, right?

You don't answer?

We will do whatever you want.

- You buy everything we need. - OK.

I'll try to be back as soon as possible.

Tomorrow we'll be somewhere else.

Carlos died just like Alejandro.

He didn't suffer, he was asleep when sweet death arrived.

He didn't even notice it.

Now it is just the two of us.

Forever.

And no one will tear us apart.

You?

translation: martn timings: dilje666 corrections: aloysius70