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What do you think?

Do you think it will work
for your sewing shop?

Do you like it?

Or is there something
wrong with this one too?

Look, the owner is charming.

He will let us pay 375 a month.

Darling...

...are you listening?

It's perfect.

I couldn't have imagined a better place.

So?
Why the long face, darling?

I've been thinking about my mother.

She wouldn't believe it if she saw this.

Well, well, well...

You miss her very much, do you?

All the time.

I just hope she can forgive me one day.

Come on, don't be silly.

A mother forgives everything.

How can she forgive me when
I can't even forgive myself?

Listen to what I'm saying.

We all make mistakes, girl.

And big ones!

But you should never look back,
only forward.

What you have to do now is fight to
make this business take off.

You have to make your mother proud again.

- You're right.
- You bet I am.

Of course I'm right!

So go on! Use that mouth and tell me,

because I've never seen a
sewing shop in my life

and I have no clue what we need.
So tell me, where do we start?

The hall first.

Because I think it represents
the image of the house.

And...I think it should...

look elegant and show good taste.

Oh, yeah! So what should we put up?

Only a few things,

but stylish and of the best quality.

- It's big, right?
- Good.

- It's great.
- And here...

- There?
- A little more that way. Let's see...no,

- not so much!
- It looks good to me!

It's a nice fabric, huh?
It's top quality.

Take that!

Such a fancy place, child!

The clients will feel like queens in here.

But wait, we're not done yet.

We need to get some
foreign fashion magazines:

Vogue, Vanity Fair,
Madame Figaro.

And we have to buy the finest fabrics.

I think three or four spools
should be enough.

Anything you want, my dear.
But stop speaking in plural. All that:

-"we need," "we have to," "we should."
- I'm talking about you and me.

Or aren't you going to
be with me in the shop?

Not me. I have enough on
my plate with the hostel.

- But...
- No buts.

I have a certain reputation.

And I'm not the type of lady
we need as a client.

So I'll get you materials
and you put in the market.

We'll split the earnings.
That's what an investment is.

But I can't do all this alone.

I'm going to leave Jamila
here with you.

- Sira...
- What?

I hope you don't mind
what I'm going to say

but there is something here that does not
fit the rest of the decor.

What is it?

Look at your hair.
The bags under your eyes.

No one needs to know all the trouble
you've been through.

Because sadness scares away riches.

Like this. I want this.

I don't know. Miss...

But you told me you did
everyone's hair at the hostel.

Yes, but I never used this.

It can burn hair.

Here, don't be afraid.

How much longer, child?

- I'm coming!
- I'm the one getting nervous here.

How do I look?

- Gorgeous!
- Wow, child.

You look elegant.
High-class.

Here, best to show a little skin.

- You think so?
- Of course, child.

Elegance is not ruled by joy.

- Here.
- What is this?

It's just the icing for the cake.

- You like them?
- They are so pretty.

Try them on. See if they fit.

Let's see.

- How did you know my size?
- I notice everything.

Now you have no excuse to
step with attitude in life.

Ready.

Well, let's see it.
Walk around a bit so we can see you.

- Now?
- Sure.

Child, you will make
half of Tétouan go crazy over you.

Jamila, run, open the door.

Run but stay calm.

We need to be calm above all.

I see things are going smoothly.

I do what I can.

I started working.
The shop opens tomorrow.

What exactly do you do?

I sew. I'm a dressmaker.

I used to do it in Madrid.
I've been doing it my whole life.

I understand.
It's a very honorable trade.

And who are you working for,
may I ask?

For no one.
For myself.

And may I ask how you
managed to open

this business by yourself?

I've borrowed the money.

Well...

you've been very lucky.

Would you be so kind as to tell me who
this generous person is?

Candelaria.

The smuggler.

Well...

that's interesting.

I didn't know scheming was
so lucrative these days.

Look, Mr. Claudio...

You advised me to work
and that's what I'm doing.

This is a decent business,
it's not for leisure,

nor the cover for anything illegal.

Everything that happened to me last year

was because of that crook.

But there's no going back,

and his troubles are now mine.

And you must know the only way I can
get out of this is by sewing.

Because I'm not good at anything else.

As soon as I have the money to pay
my debt in Tangier and the war is over,

I'll go back to my mother.

And I won't be any more trouble.

But until then, I beg you,

stop breathing down my neck.
Don't stop me before I can even start.

Because you won't get anything out of it
and I'll lose everything.

Are you finished?

All right.

I'll let you work in peace...

for now.

If no one comes forward with evidence,
I won't look into

where the money came
from to pay for all this.

That doesn't mean I won't
keep an eye on you.

Is that clear?

- Very.
- All right.

Hopefully we'll both get lucky
and save ourselves the trouble.

Miss,
do you want Jamila to make you tea?

Yes, thank you. I'm going to change.

Oh, and leave the kitchen door open
so you can listen for the bell.

Clients may start showing up at any time.

It's always the same, Mother.
You make me take you to the doctor

when all you want is to take a stroll.

- You're strong as an ox.
- Sure.

What you'd like is for me die already.

You can't wait until I'm
out of the picture.

- Rotten, you're rotten.
- Mother, please,

stop with the crazy talk.
You're still with us.

Good afternoon, neighbor.

- Is your bell broken?
- I wish.

No, it works perfectly.

What I need is rest but you won't let me.

Sure, Mother, sure.

Whatever you say.

Go on.

Get inside.

- Jamila, I'm going out.
- You want something from street?

- I go for you.
- No, it's not that.

I'm going to see Candelaria.

I need some contacts.
I don't know.

Help me get the word out somehow.

Otherwise this place will be
dead before it's born.

Calm down.

Be calm, above all.

My name is Frau Heinz.

And I need some clothing.

Pleasure. I'm Sira Quiroga.
Pleased to meet you.

Come in, please.

Sit down.

Jamila, tea please.

I need two jacket suits.

And two evening gowns.

Perfect.

You want to see some models,
to get an idea of what you want?

All these magazines...

Vanity Fair, Bazaar?

I haven't seen these in Tétouan.

I like this one.

Nina Ricci.

I also need...

A tennis outfit.

Can you add it to my order?

Of course.

Our first client, Jamila!

She asked for four suits!
What am saying?

Five, because she asked me
to add a tennis outfit.

How do you make a tennis outfit?

I don't know.

Mrs. Candelaria says miss has all
the fashion magazines in Tétouan.

There's no more?

Let's see.

How can it be possible I can't
find a female tennis outfit?

Here!

- What's wrong?
- This magazine is old.

It's from '31.
I can't show this to the client.

I need someone to copy me a model.

Can you draw?

No.

Hello, Mr. Anselmo.

Well, well...looks like life is better,
now that you've gone to another lair.

- Do you know where Candelaria is?
- No idea.

You know she moves
around like a lizard's tail.

Is something wrong, child?

- You wouldn't happen to draw well...
- Me?

I don't even do cursive.

I know someone who draws well

to copy some designs
from a magazine.

Go to the school of Bertucci.

Yes? You think Bertucci
can draw what I need?

The things you say, child.

Bertucci is the greatest painter
of Morocco.

Almost all the stamps and tourism
posters of the protectorate,

were printed based on his artwork.

- Do you need some water?
- Thanks. I'm okay.

Yes?

What you have to do is ask one
of his students for help.

And where is that school?

- Excuse me...
- Well, well, well...

My beautiful neighbor.

Are you here to model or just
looking for inspiration?

Although, they prefer the
models with a little less clothing here.

It would be a shame to take away your
elegance. A shame and an insult.

- If I may say so.
- Sorry?

Don't let me speak. I get lost in words.

You look a little lost.

Can I help you?

I need someone to make
some drawings for me.

May I know what of?

As you know, I'm a dressmaker.

I have some pictures
from a few years ago,

and I need someone who can
make some models from them.

Did you bring the
pictures with you?

Can I see them?
Maybe I can help.

Sure.

- These.
- Schiaparelli.

The surrealist's muse.

It's so interesting.

I'm passionate about
surrealism, aren't you?

Do you know anyone
that could help?

I think I can do it.

Good morning, commissioner.

That tobacco is going to kill you,
Palomares.

You lose your breath
over four steps.

Not the steps, I just came
back from Medina.

That one-eyed guy gave me a tip

and look what turned up.

- What is this?
- A new loan shark

that came into town.
He ran like hell when he saw me.

I told him they may get away
from me once,

but not twice. And that I
never forget a face.

Nice, right?

I was tempted to keep them
but I'm an honest guy...otherwise...

I'm sure they're worth some money.

I don't know much about jewels,
but I have a good eye.

What?

What are you doing?

I'm afraid this bracelet
already has an owner.

Good evening, darling.
I hope I'm not bothering you.

No, don't worry. I was up.

I got something for you.

- Come on in, please.
- Thanks.

I assume they're good.

They're very good.

Tell me what I owe you, please.

Just your gratitude.
Consider it a welcome gift.

Mother says we should
be polite with our neighbors.

Although, she thinks you're okay.

She thinks you're...what did she say?
"Too determined."

And, oh yes, "a little frivolous."

Felix!

Good God.

The witch is awake.

Back to the dungeon.

- Good evening, darling.
- Good evening.

Is that good?

I like it a lot!

Latest fashion!

Yes, of course.

I've recommended you to all my friends.

That's very kind.

Bitte schön to you.

Jamila, get the door.

Another customer.

- Sira Quiroga?
- Yes, it's me.

I'm a friend of one of your client's,
Frau Heinz.

- Sure.
- My name is Roselyn de Fox.

- I'm sorry to show up like this.
- Don't worry.

Pleased to meet you

Well, I urgently need a dressmaker

so you and I are...
how do you say?

Stuck with each other.

- How wonderful!
- You like it?

I love them!

You're an artist.

Like a Spanish Coco Chanel.

Well, you're very kind.

Would you like some tea?

I love tea with mint,
but ever since I've been here,

I'm dying for a cup of Darjeeling.

Thanks.

- Have you been out of England long?
- Years.

I've spent most of my life in India.

And you don't miss it?

Very much.

It's funny, right?

We don't really appreciate places
until we leave them.

You've lived in many places.

Let me think.

I was born in England, but I was
taken to Calcutta right after.

At the age of 10, they sent me
back to England, for studies,

then back to the east.

A few years back, I spent a long
period of time in Switzerland

and then Portugal from there.

Anyways, I've lived everywhere.

You've had a very interesting
life for being so young.

Well, depending on how you look at it.

I wanted to stay in India, but...

some unexpected things happened

and I had to move.

Sometimes luck makes decisions for us.

That's life.

I'm done.
You can change.

Do you know where I
can get a bathing suit?

- For you?
- No, no.

For meu filho, my son.

His name is Johnny, he's 5.

I don't know.

I haven't been in Tétouan long,
so I can't help, sorry.

I'll find a place.

Miss.

Yes?

Happy birthday.

Oh, darling.

Oh, child!
It's great you came with wine.

Congratulations, my love.

Come, let's go downstairs.

- No, I also...
- I worry about my husband.

Why the face?

Your mother, right? Listen,
I'm sure she's fine, darling.

Even though she misses you, at least
she knows you're away from the war.

- You may be right.
- Of course! Here, let's drink!

- See if we can all get in tune.
- Sure!

- Do you feel like partying?
- Not really.

- Sure you do! Cheer up!
- I'm wearing the outfit you made.

- You look gorgeous.
- Did you see?

- Spanish cake.
- You made it?

No, no, no!

- Candelaria.
- I knew you didn't.

- Happy birthday.
- Thank you very much.

I'm sorry you have to
celebrate it with us.

But why?
You are like my family here.

- Thanks,
- Not a drop for my Juanito.

Because it goes to his head
and then there's no way

- to stop the nonsense.
- Mom, let me be tonight.

- Shut it!
- Don't be like that. Just one night.

Don't be sour, Herminia,
let the boy drink.

- Sure!
- Look, Juanito.

You know what we'll do?
We'll drink to your mother.

- Cheers!
- To Sira's mother!

For all our mothers!

- Long-live our mothers!
- Cheers!

- Long life to you, Candelaria!
- Cheers!

- Drink, child, drink.
- Drink from the bottle.

Let's eat, otherwise...

Let's eat, the cake is delicious.

Just a bit.

I have a small problem.

What?

Frau Heinz liked the suits
I made for her so much

that she's recommended
me to all her friends.

So what's the problem?

Well, a lot of them ask me for
invoices in German currency

and I have no clue.

Do you know how to do it?

Me?

No idea, honey. No idea.

Juanito, no more drinks.

I need shelter.

I'm afraid of the storm.

I'll give you political asylum
if you help me.

Sure.

Do you know how many pesetas
are in a mark?

Darling, please, you insult me.

All right, but if we're going to be
crunching numbers,

you'll have to pour me a whiskey first.

- Whiskey? I don't have that.
- No?

- No.
- I'm sorry.

All right, I'll bring the drink.

And that's my sad story.

The fatherless boy,
left to take care of his mother.

A hysterical, depressed,
but very good person.

And little by little he forgets his
dream of flying to Tangier

or Madrid, to study art history.

And as tiring as it is to
lead a double life,

the model son during the day
and nocturnal fugitive by night.

At least the drinking
helps me deal with Mother.

Because...

that was my secret plan...

to poison here little by
little through her anise.

But no, darling,
her liver is as strong as ever.

Of course, if Freud caught me,
he'd have a ball with me.

- Who?
- Freud.

Honey, the psychoanalyst!

So, not Freud,
nor the surrealists.

Let's see, honey.
You have divine style,

and you sew like an angel.

But when it comes to general culture,
you're a little lost.

Just a little.

But I can help you with that,
with a few classes.

You buy me a whiskey,

every other night,
and I'll make you a scholar.

What's a scholar?

We have a lot of work ahead of us.

We're going to have a good time.

My dear empress of patching, welcome
to your first class in general culture.

What do you know about Morocco?

That it's in Africa.

So, what are the Spaniards doing here?

Come, give me your arm.

It all started in 1906.

When the French and the Spaniards
signed the treaty of Algeciras.

Compared to "La France," we got
the worst part of the country.

The meat of Africa.

Spain exercises its protectorate over
Morocco to revive its imperial dream.

Since Cuba and the Philippines
squeezed through our fingers,

the bull's skin is as poor
as a cockroach.

Spain gives Morocco
advances in equipment and health

and they give us
thousands of soldiers.

Well, in the meantime, you should put up a
sign at the door with English lettering:

What about Sira,
Sira is a fantastic name.

But you know what would be great?

An "h" at the end. Sirah!

- Sirah?
- Sirah, Sirah, in French...

Are you okay?
What you have to do now is rest.

I can't imagine
how hard that trip was on you.

Starting now, this will be your home.
It's three stories.

But the stairs are
comfortable going up.

You have everything here.

And how happy will Amalia be
as soon as she sees you walking in.

- Who are they?
- Mother!

Mother!

María's mother and niece.

It looks like they were finally able to
bring them from Madrid.

From Madrid?

But I thought that was impossible.

Well, I guess there
are always ways.

How are you?

I've waited my whole life.
You're so big!

Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?
We have everything...

Palomares.

Commissioner, this is Núñez,
the loan shark that got away.

I told you before, you only get away once.

But not twice,
and I never forget a face.

I'm not going to beat
around the bush.

The pieces we confiscated in the last
search, we know they're stolen.

With all due respect, commissioner,
that's impossible.

All my jewels come
from legitimate origins.

Is that why you ran like hell?

Because your men did not
identify themselves properly.

And I thought it was...
Look, my business is legal.

All my clients are good people.

Able people, with some money problems.

But with a reputation to keep.
Specifically,

that bracelet was given as
collateral by a marchioness.

Right, the marchioness
of my noble parts.

Can you spare us the lies?

Núñez.

Núñez!

To the point.

Where did you rob these from?

I didn't steal them!

I bought them. I swear! At the lunette,

a couple of weeks ago.

Who did you buy this from?

You know what? Let's see if
some time in the dungeon

loosens your tongue.
Palomares.

- Come here.
- All right, all right.

Okay.

It was a darker man. Tall.

He looked decent.
He had a clean suit.

He didn't look like a crook.
I swear.

Him?

Yes.

- Did I do all right?
- Very good.

Well... They won't give you the Nobel
just yet but you're sharp,

and you learn fast.
That's what counts.

What do we do now?

Music? Math?

You are the next subject.

- Me?
- Let's see, honey.

At the moment, you look like a
high-class dressmaker to foreigners.

But the moment a Spaniard walks in here

and scratches a bit under the surface,
you'll tumble down like a house of cards.

Let's see, who were
your clients in Madrid?

Well...

We had a lot of ladies come
through from Salamanca.

But none were my own clients, of course.

Don't worry about it.

If they ask, you made a beautiful outfit

for the marchioness of Puga
to wear to a party

in the town of Puerta de Hierro.
And a divine dress

for the debutante ball for the oldest
daughter of the counts of Encinal.

- I did?
- Of course. Don't you remember?

The trick is to drop names
like it's no big thing.

Next question: What will you do
when they ask about your past?

I guess I'll say nothing
and change the subject.

Don't even think about that.
You'll come across as nasty.

- Or worse, like you're hiding something.
- So what should I say?

I was an apprentice at a
shop that closed?

- Closed?
- Closed.

That I left my fiancée at the stand

and went to Tangier with
a no-good crook

who left me in ruins?
Félix, please.

- Who is that?
- A French writer.

Let's see.

Let's see.

You can't share your life.

We come up with a romantic version
for your unpleasant story.

- So what should I do then?
- Well, then...

We go Alejandro Dumas.

What do you think about this?

You're the daughter
of a ruined millionaire.

And you're engaged to an
aristocrat who is traveling.

What was the name of that libertine
boyfriend of yours? Ramiro, right?

- Where did he run off to?
- Argentina.

Argentina, perfect!

I can't lie that much,
they'll be able to tell.

Honey...

The bigger the lie,

the more believable it is.

No one will know.

So I decided to open the shop.

I did it on a whim.

Something to pass the time.

Since my fiancée is in Argentina...

Darling, I understand completely.

This is the 20th century.

Women can't be locked away at home.

Is he handsome?

- Very.
- Miss, I'm sorry.

What's wrong, Jamila?

I have a message from Mrs. Candelaria.

She said to go see her at the hostel.
Urgent.

- I was coming to see you.
- I'm sorry, commissioner, I'm in a hurry.

- Can we speak some other time?
- I'm afraid not.

- I have to be somewhere.
- Sorry. Do you recognize this?

Yes.

It's one of the jewels my father gave me.

- Where did you get it?
- We confiscated it from a loan shark.

A loan shark?

Ramiro took them with him.

To Argentina. You said so.

You gave a statement saying
he took all your money

- and jewelry. Is that right?
- Yes.

Well, if he had money, he wouldn't
have needed jewelry to pay for his ticket.

- What are you saying?
- Anyone in your boyfriend's place

would've taken the jewelry with him.
It's logical.

If the jewels are here...maybe he is too.

Are you saying that maybe
Ramiro never got on that boat?

It's too soon to confirm.

But I wouldn't rule it out.

How is that possible?

It can't be...

It can't be.

Calm down, please.

At the moment, I know as much as you do.

But...

If he had no intention of leaving,

why did he buy the ticket?

To throw us off his scent, probably.

Or he may have had trouble,
I don't know. Who knows.

I could run into him in the street.

At the lunette or any place.

Look, stay calm.

If he is in Tétouan,
we'll see him sooner or later.

I promise.

Oh, child!

It's a tragedy!

Poor Mr. Anselmo,
rest in peace.

I knew that cough was not good.

He died?

Yes.

You didn't know?

Why the face then?

Our Father, who art in Heaven,
hallowed by thy name,

Thy kingdom come,
They will be done

on earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread
and forgive our trespasses

As we forgive those who
trespass against us.

Here he is. Fallen in the battlefield.

What's wrong with this girl?

You can't spend your life under
that miserable man's hold.

That bastard is out of your life
and that's the end of it.

Whether he is Tétouan or China.

You're right.

As if I didn't have enough to think about.

By the way, do you know
anything about what I told you?

All I was able to find out is that
your neighbor, Félix, is right.

There are people who have brought some
over from the republican zone.

And they've brought them
to Tangier by boat.

How?

Don't ask because I have no clue.

All I know is they find
people in the red zone

and move them to a pick-up port.

I don't know how, but they do it.

That's what I need
to bring my mother here.

There is a man who everyone
is talking about in Tétouan.

A man who doesn't care,

and benefits from others' misery.
Someone called Patricio Rubio.

He's the head of the whole thing.

Where can I find him?

I don't think it will be easy.

You need to know who to call,
what doors to knock on.

You were born for that.

My dear, it's one thing to
smuggle fabric or food.

This is very different.

This guy is rotten with money,
he moves within a different social scene.

A common lady like me
would never reach him.

There has to be a way.

At least we know his name.

Which reminds me,

your cut from the shop's earnings.

In English pounds, like we agreed.

Thank you, my dear.

Neither you nor I need to save in Pesetas.

If the Nationals end up winning the war,

we'll have to wipe with them.

All right, let's go outside and
pray for Mr. Anselmo.

See if we can all get him into heaven.

Let's go.

You wouldn't have a bottle over there,
would you?

Because this is the last one.

Your eyes are red.

You've been crying.

You don't fool me.

Remember the boyfriend I told you about?

It turns out that it's likely
the bastard is still here.

Got it.

And that's why the tantrum?

I don't want to see him.

Well...

It's up to you, if you want him to...

find a poor girl

consumed by tears...

or a strong woman.

Who will show him what's what.

How am I going to show him, if I turn into
mush just thinking about him?

And if that wasn't enough, now I see his
face in every man I see on the street.

Well, you know what I think?

- I hope he turns up.
- Are you crazy?

We'll see.

Princess,

the only way to beat our demons

is by facing them.

If you don't face him,

you will have nightmares
for the rest of your life.

Damn!

I'll get the door, miss.

Good morning, miss.

Hi.

Do you remember what I promised you?

Well, it's been sooner than later.

Ramiro has been detained.
But not in here. In Tangier.

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

I just pinched myself while I was sewing.

What's going to happen now?

Now you are going to confront Ramiro,
so we can hear both versions.

-Do I have to see him?
-Yes.

I think it's essential.

Do you mind if I give you some advice?

Clean it up, so it won't get infected.

It's important
to take good care of wounds.

Even if it hurts and itches.

Do you understand?

Thank you.

I'll let you know
when he gets to the police station.

-I've got a problem.
-Tell me. Would you like to sit down?

I'd rather have a drink.

Sorry to just show up like this.
But an unexpected engagement has come up

and I have to go dressed like a princess..

It's an emergency.
I need an evening gown.

A dress muito, muito elegante.

I only have your evening dress ready
for a second fitting.

It will be ready... Ready in few days.

That's too late. I need it really soon.

But when do you need it?

Could it be ready tomorrow night?

No, that's impossible. I'm really sorry.

Is there anything else
that's already made?

Even if it's for another customer,
I'll buy it.

I really don't work
with ready-to-wear clothes.

Everything is custom made.

It's just that when I moved from
Tangier to Tetouan,

a lot of my trunks got lost.

Trunks. With all of my dresses.

Anyway, I've just learned
that tomorrow night

I've been invited to a reception hosted
by the German consul.

It's the first time
that I'll be seen in public

attending an event in the company...

of a person with whom I have
a very special relationship.

It's very important that I make
a very good impression

on the members of the German colony.

I really wish I could help you.

But for a dress like that,
I would need at least two or three days.

-I can't help you, I'm sorry.
-Don't worry, I understand.

It was still worth a try.
Do you understand?

Thanks, anyway. I have to go.

I'll go, miss!

Do you know what time is it?

What are you doing here?

Listen to me, you won't believe this.
I just found out something

about Patricio Rubio.
The man that can help your mom.

All I know is that he's been invited
to the dinner

that the German consul is offering,
tomorrow night.

But it's a very formal dinner.

It's almost like knowing that
Patricio Luna will be in the moon.

I just had a customer ask me to make her
a gown. I couldn't help her out.

Well, I'm just telling you what I heard.

Now, this might be your last chance.

-This is the dress that we need.
-A Delphos gown?

Like the ones from Mariano Fortuna.

Exactly.
The Delphos gowns are made in Venice.

And they are only sold
in very exclusive establishments

in the great European cities.

The techniques used to make them
are an absolute secret.

They are practically impossible to get.

Where are we going to buy one?

We are going to try to make a Delphos,
a fake Delphos.

Do you think it will be possible?

Yes, I think we can do it.

-What time is the dinner?
-At nine o'clock.

I won't be able to deliver the dress
to your home.

So, what do we do?

You need to come here to get dressed.

Get here with your makeup on
and your hair done.

With the shoes and jewelry
that you will wear.

I'd advise you not too many.

The gown will look more elegant
if the accessories are simple.

Of course. I'll be here.

-Thanks!
-Let's go, we can't waste any time!

Jamila!

Hold it tight.
It needs to look as wrinkled as possible.

-Are you okay?
-Yes.

Be careful here.

May I know what are you doing?

A fake Delphos gown.

It's a long story.

-Good afternoon, Mrs. Carla.
-Hi.

Let's go, Mom. Before they close.

Let's go.

Jamila, tighter, tighter.

Like that, so it stays twisted.

There's no sun. How it's going to dry?

I think it's just a few clouds.

-Maybe not.
-What do we do now?

Here, let's go downstairs.

Keep twisting.

More fabric.

Like this.

There, pull.

More fabric.

It's...

Gorgeous.

She is here!

Go get the door while I'll get ready.

-Do you like it?
-It's the best gown ever!

Let's see.

Ready.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you so much.

I'm so happy that you liked it.

I have to tell you something.

Because we rushed so much making it,
the fabric won't stay like this for long.

You'll be able to wear it just tonight.

One night is all I need.

I owe you my life. What can I do for you?

Well...

I don't want you to think that
I'm taking advantage of you.

But I need to ask you a favor.

Ask me anything! Anything!

Tell me, don't worry.

I want to get my mother out of Madrid.

I'm really worried about her.

Just thinking about how many people
have been killed or wounded...

And not knowing how long
this war is going to last.

I would do anything to bring her
with me to Tetouan.

There's going to be one guest
at the dinner party,

his name is Patricio Rubio.

He runs a business and secretly
moves people out from Madrid.

I would do anything to talk to him,
but I can't.

I'll talk to him. Don't worry.

-Thank you so much.
-I'll do as much as I can.

I promise you. I promise.

It's the least I can do.

-Good night.
-Hello.

Is the lady that I just saw leaving
the one with the fake Delphos?

Yes, Rosalinda Fox.

Thank you very much.

Just go and rest.

Well, how well we've been doing.

Rosalinda Fox!

Félix, I don't understand.

Sweetie, are you telling me that
you don't know who is that Rosalinda Fox?

You just made for her
an unbelievable gown in few hours.

She is an Englishwoman who has spent
most of her life in India

and has a 5-year-old son.

Sweetie, if you worked less hours
and would go out a little bit more

you would know that, that English woman

is one of the most popular persons
in Tetouan right now.

Thanks to her lover, of course.

She has a lover?

And who is it? A German?

-Cold, cold.
-Who?

Someone.

Important.

So important than your client is probably
the woman with the greatest power

to resolve any matter in the Protectorate.

Your friend is beloved
of the high commissioner.

-Commissioner Vázquez?
-No, honey, please.

Claudio Vázquez is just in charge
of the Police Department.

Your client is the lover

of Lieutenant Colonel
Juan Luis Beigbeder y Atienza.

Spain's high commissioner in Morocco

and governor general
of the Spanish enclaves.

And he is in a relationship
with Rosalinda?

I swear it on my mother.

What is he like? How old?

Old enough to be her father.

Well, they say he is a very educated man.
He speaks several languages.

Completely different to what
we are used to seeing around here,

although unfortunately his position
indicates that he is on their side.

Are you okay?

I think I'm a little bit nervous, my love.

Don't worry. With that dress,
everybody will love you, you'll see.

Is he that important?

He got into power
right from the beginning of the war.

They say Franco is delighted with him

because he keeps recruiting boys
and sending them to the front.

-Is he married?
-Probably.

Usually soldiers don't take their families
everywhere they go.

I still can't believe it.

Well, you better believe it.

He used to be undersecretary
of Indigenous Affairs.

A lonely and discrete guy.

But now he has the highest position
in the Protectorate.

All of a sudden he's become a very,
very powerful man.

-Good night, sir.
-Good night.

-Mrs.
-Nice meeting you.

-Let's go say hello to the Consul.
-Yes.

-Is that his wife?
-Right, is his lover.

Consul.

Excuse me miss.
There is a policeman at the door.

This late?

He is saying that Commissioner Vásquez
wants you to go to the station.

I'll be right there.

-Ramiro?
-Yes, he's probably at the station.

Well, now you need to be brave.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

I'm looking for one person.

Could you tell me who is Patricio Rubio?

Thank you.

Excuse me. Please.

Thank you.

Patricio Rubio.

Nice to meet you.

Me too.

Thanks for coming.

The sooner we are done, the better.

-Is Ramiro here?
-He is.

But before, I need to tell you something.

Ramiro is dead.

This morning his companions from Tangier
brought him from Tetouan.

I went to pick him up.

Everything happened in a few seconds.
One of the policemen got distracted,

Ramiro got ahold of his gun.

And we had to shoot him.

I am really sorry.

I want to see him.

Look... It's not necessary.

Please, I have to see him.

Come with me.

So, Patricio, what kind of job do you do?

You seem very nice.
I don't want you to get bored.

How about you? What's your name?

My name is Rosalinda.

Mr. Rubio.

You are Rosalinda Fox.

Well, well. Oh, yes.

You were telling me about you.

I haven't told you anything about me.

Okay. You are right.

I know who you are.

I need to ask you something.

I know that you move people
out of the Red Zone

and bring them to Morocco.

Miss, I don't have a clue
of what you are talking about.

No? I think you do.

-What is this, an ambush?
-Excuse me?

Please, don't pretend.

We all know that you are...

Please, let's all go to the dining room.

You are right.
But this needs to stay between us.

Juan Luis can't find out.

Don't you see that I would also
get in big trouble?

I really don't know
what you are talking about.

Please, it's not for me.

It's for a friend.

She just needs information
on what she would have to do.

Just information.

Please.

Okay.

To begin with, tell your friend
that it's not going to be cheap.

-Are you okay?
-Yes, darling.

When he left me, I spent many nights
wishing that he would die.

I don't know.

I suppose I wanted revenge.

That he would suffer the same way
that I was.

But...

Now that I see him there...

in that stretcher...

and all I can do
is think about the good times.

Not even he deserves an ending like this.

Has anybody claimed his body?

No.

With all communications
intercepted because of the war...

the expatriation of his body
is impossible.

I would like to pay for his funeral.