Yes, I'm still thinking about the letter.
I didn't sleep very well.
And yes, I read it.
The handbook says that certain moral codes can be broken, if necessary.
I'm sure Josefina and Adela would feel the same.
What does it say?
That you've made a rookie mistake.
What are you doing?
Helping you.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, it must be the lack of sleep.
I agree with Miss Uptight here, though I don't usually.
-Miss Uptight? Are you crazy? -Are you two here to humiliate me?
No, we are here to help you with your little dilemma.
You should tear up that letter.
Your job as a chaperone is to find the best of suitors,
which is Santiago.
Your job as a chaperone is to show Cristina the reality.
And if that happens to better your odds with the writer, well…
Adela!
I'm just saying what's on Elena's mind. Am I wrong?
I'm only human. I care about him, okay?
But the priority here is Cristina and her baby.
Cristina can't be happy with a man she doesn't love.
Nor with a man who lies to her.
Maybe he's not lying.
We can probably find out.
Okay, what's your plan?
Adela has a point.
I know what I have to do.
Hey! Over here!
Sorry about all this mess. There's not much room in here.
-You're sleeping here? -Since I came back.
I'm not even welcome in my own house.
They're hoping I change my mind, but I'm not marrying that French girl.
So he wasn't lying.
He loves her?
I hate myself for what I did to Cristina.
I let myself get dragged to France by my family, only to be used by them.
You know? But I'll stay firm, even if I have nothing.
Even if the hope of seeing Cristina again is what keeps me alive.
That is love. The cheesy kind.
-What have you got there? -Some pastries.
Could I… have one, please?
Mm!
This is much better than a brioche. Can't compare it.
I swear I'll never leave Cristina again. I swear.
If you think she still loves me, help me.
Good morning.
Miss Cristina, there's something I'd like to discuss.
Something… delicate.
You think your issue is more delicate
than this?
Or this?
I just wanted to do what no one else bothered to do,
to try to get to know you girls.
Don't try to sugarcoat it, Miss Bianda.
I like you more now. You're a spy, like me.
More like a pathological liar.
I feel like slapping you in the face.
Do it.
What?
I take the blame.
Let it all out.
Better?
I wish I'd never met you. Never.
That hurt more than the slap.
THE LADY'S COMPANION
LESSON 8: MAKE YOUR LADY HAPPY
-Get out! -I was only trying to help you, Cristina.
Why should I believe you? You've got zero credibility.
-You're the one who got pregnant, not me. -Are you trying to get slapped again?
Eduardo's back.
He came looking for you when we were at the hunt.
He wanted to apologize. He still loves you.
I went there to check if he was lying, but it's true.
He's lost everything.
-His parents disowned him for returning. -Because he walked out on the duchess.
It's all in here.
He sent it a few days ago, but it got lost.
He never stopped loving you.
He was forced to marry, and… I was wrong.
You've been wrong many times.
-I don't care about him. -That's not true.
It is true! I'm with Santiago, and that idiot means nothing to me!
You must choose who you really love. It's your life at stake, after all.
Enough! Eduardo's in the past.
Santiago's my present. End of conversation.
Get out of my room.
Yes, please leave us alone.
You achieved the impossible. They finally agree on something.
I just hope they don't agree on hating me.
Tell me, how did it go?
Are they firing me... for hiding the letter?
Don't worry, your job is more than safe.
How did she react? Will she stay with Santiago?
Apparently.
Well... that's best for everyone.
Thank you.
Well, I wouldn't say everyone.
Why did you come back? I thought I was over, this dilemma.
Because you're really upset.
And you gave us the form of your friends,
so you find comfort in us.
I'm fine.
I did what I had to do.
You know you can't lie to us, I mean, we're in your mind.
Okay, I'm upset, all right? But not because of that.
The Santiago train is leaving!
You're driving me crazy. I don't wanna hear you.
You know Cristina has feelings for Eduardo.
She denied it. What else can I do?
Well, anything other than what you're doing.
-If you love Santiago, fight for him. -You're absurdly selfish.
Don't listen to her. She's a terrible influence.
-Better than being a bore. -Okay, that's enough!
I've made many mistakes.
But I won't put my happiness before Cristina and her child.
-But wait. Couldn't you-- -You could play a game--
I'm done listening to you, okay?
Besides, I don't get why you look like Josefina and Adela.
You're nothing like them!
We're not?
No. You're clearly the nice one.
And you're the bad one.
That's what you think, isn't it?
In any case, I'm the smart one, right?
Good morning.
I woke up early to properly thank you for yesterday, but you were already gone.
What a hectic morning. You have no idea.
Here.
I decided not to use it.
I couldn't. It was a lovely gesture. I appreciate it.
How thoughtful.
I just hope we can arrange a date so we can pick up where we left off.
Of course. I've got a date in mind.
How about never?
Come again?
You went to Emanuel Salgado's pawnshop,
to Ismael Casado's, to all of them, really.
I wanted to test you, and you disappointed me.
You are heartless.
-Did you think I wouldn't find out? -Wow, you're a great actress.
Better than being a liar.
Adelita…
It was just a harmless lie.
I needed that money to set us up for life.
But they wouldn't even give me two pennies for it.
You're the first woman I've ever really liked.
You like me because I'm charming, lovely, and honest.
All the opposite of you.
You were the one who gave it to me to sell!
-A... Adelita! -Leave me alone.
You just lost me forever.
Go to hell.
He already broke your heart.
It only took him a few days.
He's getting better at it.
I saw you kissing.
I… I swear that…
Will you fire me?
I'll fire you if you don't smash this. Come.
Come. Let it out.
Destroy it. Come on!
Smash it!
Good!
Great!
Great. Mm, better?
That's better, right?
Yes?
Wait… Let me try to come up
with something to help you forget that half-wit.
Thank you, Doña Paquita.
For taking care of me and being the way you are.
Oh, sweetheart…
You're gonna make me start crying, darling, don't.
If there's one thing I learned, Adela, about love,
is that it comes from many places, you know?
Not just from a man.
Not just from a man. All right?
They say that Don Pedro kicked him out of his house at gunpoint.
-Oh my! Who would've thought? -Yes.
Well, let's trust that Cristina will send that bastard to hell.
I think we should be worried about Santiago.
He's in a pickle, right? How must he feel?
Insecure?
Intimidated?
After all, Eduardo is her first love.
Don't you think, Josefina?
What?
You've been very quiet. Is that because you're thinking about my proposal?
Are you really serious about wanting me to be your housekeeper?
You know, people think I'm eccentric.
But I prefer the term "open-minded."
The norms and rules that constrain our society are absurd, don't you think?
For Miss Cristina from Mr. Espinosa. This is the fourth one.
Put it with the others. I don't want her to see them.
I know Eduardo's back. And I know he talked to you.
I don't know what… you achieved by hiding it.
I didn't say anything!
Don't look for someone to blame. I know you just don't want me to suffer.
I guess I failed.
I don't care about him.
He's in the past.
Hello.
Santiago! It's so good to see you!
Yes. It's, uh… it's a beautiful day. Sunny and… and warm.
What on earth is the matter with you?
So… So my friend Sebastian Carvajal
was out partying, and he overslept this morning.
And my boss was very mad at him,
so he got someone else to cover the international exhibition in Lisbon.
Wait, so you're going to cover it?
Congratulations! Take me.
Carlota…
It's a wonderful opportunity.
That's an understatement! My Portuguese is a little rusty,
but I have time to catch up.
I have to write articles every day for the two months I'll be there, so, yes.
Did you say two months?
Yes.
Everything's falling apart! Two months!
My bump will be huge when he comes back.
That's your concern?
-What else would it be? -Where is the letter?
I know you well enough to know that you're hiding something.
Where is the letter, Cristina?
I threw it away.
Right.
So you didn't read it?
Nope, I didn't read it.
Give me the letter, Cristina.
I tried to get rid of it, I swear.
I can see why. I can't read a single word.
-How could you read this? -I memorized it.
So I was right after all. You still have feelings for him.
So what? He sent me a letter, so I just forgive him?
Is that what you're saying? He's immature. I can't start a family with him, can I?
What if he disappears again?
Besides, I can't do that to Santiago. He is…
He's wonderful.
He is.
But this decision is for life. I have to agree with Elena on that.
Don't mention that traitor. What would you do?
Me?Well, I would let science enlighten us.
Let's analyze the empirical data. Eduardo's very handsome.
He comes from a great family and has an excellent education.
The data indicates he's a great catch.
Don't forget, he was the first person you had sex with, so…
Sara!
Don't be prudish, Cristina. Facts are facts. He knocked you up.
Then ran off and left me hanging.
He fell prey to circumstances he's now rebelling against.
Too late. He's rebelling too late.
Santiago, however, is… different.
Handsome all the same. He's literate, and he's also…
He's my friend. He's been there.
And he always loved me.
He did have feelings for "the other."
That's true.
Listen, science can't help us!
Love is not rational!
In that case, Cristina, speak from the heart.
Who do you love?
I just don't know.
Forgive me, Don Pedro. I didn't know Cristina would take my leaving so badly.
It's not about that.
I have a feeling her tears are for something else.
Eduardo's back. Did you know that?
No. Are you worried?
My daughter acts unbothered, but no one with pride would be right now.
Right.
I think we need a more radical solution.
A change of scenery. Lisbon is a beautiful city.
I don't think it's appropriate, with all due respect.
-Even if Miss Bianda accompanies us… -No.
Unless you two are married, I wouldn't let her go with you.
Even if it is you.
Don Pedro, you know, I was planning on taking it a little more slowly.
Didn't it break your heart to see her like that?
Yes.
Yes, I… I would never hurt Cristina.
I'd never forgive myself.
It passed down from woman to woman in my family.
Take your time.
Find the right words.
You're an expert on that.
Miss Bianda!
I haven't seen you all day.
Uh, very busy morning. You know how it gets.
Hmm.
Okay. Um… well, if you'll excuse me.
-I'm leaving. -All right.
Lots of work to do.
Thank you.
I gave him my wife's ring.
We're one step away from your first success in this house.
Congratulations.
If you'll excuse me.
What?
They could be tears of joy, right?
And if Cristina's happy, so am I.
Miss Bianda.
I thought you weren't talking to me.
This is a truce. I just need your help.
-This is all getting more complicated-- -You mean the proposal?
What proposal?
Your father gave Santiago your mother's ring.
What?
No, no, no, no, no! No. No, no!
That can't happen. Cristina's not sure about anything!
Well, Cristina made it clear she's choosing Santiago.
Now she's reading the letter over and over. Just listen to me.
You were right. This could end up being a real Greek tragedy!
What if… Can you imagine it? What if she says no?
Poor Santiago! That would humiliate him. No, no, we can't let that happen.
Cristina has to decide before Santiago proposes.
Miss Bianda, um… I need your help.
How can we get her to decide on something, not--
Your sister hates me. I don't think I should even get involved.
-Because you're a coward? -No, she's trying to be consistent.
That poor boy doesn't deserve this.
Well, she has a point, you know?
And you encouraged him too, remember?
That wasn't fair. It's not fair to him.
The poor guy.
Just what I needed! The two of you agreeing on something.
Elena? You didn't answer my question.
Why not get involved?
This could be a way to… to make up for your mistakes, don't you think?
I have an idea.
It's a little… extreme.
But it might work.
Mr. Torres! Mr. Torres! Thank you, José.
Mr. Torres, you're walking so fast! It's been so long.
Not fast enough, apparently.
How about some wine?
It's turning out to be, uh…
the perfect afternoon for us to become slick as thieves.
-"Thick as thieves." -Sorry?
It's "thick as thieves," not "slick as thieves." That's, um…
I'm… I'm in a hurry.
If you'll excuse me, I'm--
Would you look at that? Take this as a sign.
Let me help you.
Please.
Mr. Torres.
Voilà! Absinthe.
I've also brought tobacco and a pipe.
You're familiar with the writer's cliché, huh?
A lovely day.
You punctured my bike's tire, right?
No. I just worry about you now that Eduardo Espinosa is back.
Well, Espinosa's fighting a losing battle.
I am so glad to hear that.
But I still haven't decided.
Absinthe, you said?
What are you doing?
Um… I need to talk to you.
I can see it in your face.
It's Camilo, right? You like him.
Well, let's just say I started noticing
some qualities in him I hadn't before.
Who would've thought?
Both sisters in a pickle because of love.
In a pickle? Why?
I thought you said… he noticed me.
And he did.
But I'm guessing it'll be complicated. I have it easy next to you two.
Miss Sara, do you have a minute?
-What are you doing here? -Cristina, you look incredible.
You snakes!
-Sara! -Cristina, can we talk?
Cristina, please stop for a moment.
Cristina, listen to me.
Cristina! Cristina, listen to me!
-My family tricked me! -I know your excuses.
I don't care about anything else.
I gave it all up because I'm invested in you!
I have no home, no family. Please, Cristina!
-Open the door! -I love you.
Cristina, I love you. I'd die without you!
-Good! One less rat in the world! -That's the grudge talking.
I love Santiago. I'm marrying him.
But you still love me! You can't marry that hack.
No! What did you think?
That I'd wait for you for years?
You'd come back as if nothing happened? Like nothing changed?
I'm sorry.
-It's too late. -No.
No, Cristina, wait. Look at me.
Cristina, when you look at me, I still see a little bit of that love in you.
Let me show you how much I regret it, please.
I promise I'll make you happy.
Give me another chance.
Please.
Kiss me.
Did you say, "Kiss me"?
Kiss me, and I'll prove I don't care about you.
Come on, do it! Do it!
See? No butterflies. Out.
Wait a minute, I wasn't expecting it. You surprised me.
It wasn't the best kiss.
Do it again. I don't mind.
Nothing.
One last try? If it doesn't work, I swear I'll leave.
♪ Ooh! ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ I'm afraid that I could lose ya ♪
♪ 'Cause I've been actin' like a fool ♪
♪ And you know that I could use ya ♪
♪ Baby, you could use me too ♪
♪ 'Cause baby girl, I like your style ♪
♪ Would you, girl? Yeah ♪
I don't know what else I can do.
♪ Yeah, she could break me into pieces She could do me how she do ♪
♪ Because all that she releases ♪
♪ Is a perfect shade of blue ♪
♪ Well, baby girl, I like your style ♪
I sure have something to tell you.
I understand you completely.
I know you have doubt, and why you have doubts.
Getting married scares you.
Because the Mencías…
are your family.
If things don't go as planned, um… you'll lose them.
Hmm?
It's logical.
Logical.
-Is that the libretto? -No, no! It's not... It's not finished.
-But… what's it about? -I can't...
I can't tell you just yet.
-I can't tell you. -Hey.
Santiago, you're my best friend.
I'm not your best friend. I'm not… I'm… Come on.
Santiago, we talked about some intimate stuff.
Good night.
If you don't wanna tell me, then that means it's true.
It wasn't me. It was Espronceda who said
that when your own words make you nervous,
then that means they came straight from your heart.
Mm. Then I guess fate wants us to be friends after all.
-Really? -No! No.
Good night, Santiago.
José, take me home.
Santiago?
What are you… doing here?
I've come to play the piano.
Oh, dear God.
-Santiago, you can't go upstairs. -Yes, I can. It's important, it's vital.
-No, no, no! -Yeah, it's transcendental!
Santiago, Cristina's sleeping.
She's resting. That's what she's doing.
Shh!
She's asleep?
-Santiago, come here, please! -Santiago! Stop! Stop!
-Cristina. -You're so stubborn! Stop!
Please. Stop, Santiago.
Oh, that needs to be fixed. It's broken.
-No. Santiago! -Cristina, I need to talk!
-She'll be sleeping like a log! -Cristina.
Cristina?
I have to tell you something.
I can't marry you.
Wait, really?
Because I love you, and you love me…
But is it love in capital letters?
Uh… is… is, uh… Is Eduardo is under the bed?
-No. -No.
-Santiago. -Were you guys…?
Wait, nothing happened! It's all their fault, actually!
I'm going to stop her before she says something rash.
We did it. We set up a trap.
She was confused, and we wanted to help her understand her feelings.
I wasn't sure of his intentions, but I feel the same as you.
-I love you, but not in that way. -Really?
I care about him, and… I shouldn't burden you with a child, and…
Child?
What did I just say?
But… But… you and I… We never…
You're pregnant?
Are… Are you crying?
I'm so happy right now. Uh…
I can't imagine what you went through, the… the fear you've felt. I'm sorry!
Since when… Since when…
Since when have…?
Sorry.
Santiago, wait.
I know nothing I say can justify it, but… you were in love with her.
She began falling for you as well.
She wouldn't have been able to bear being a single mother.
You have no idea how much I wanted
the whole truth about this to come out, but…
Now things can be different, right?
Forgive me.
You once…
said you'd hurt me, but…
I'd never have expected this.
He'll kill me, right?
Well, in that case, he will have to kill me first.
I also want Father to kill me.
Would you mind telling us what you heard?
Mm. Nothing I haven't known for a long time.
Besides… when was the last time that we did something together?
Yes?
-Cristina has something to say. -I would sit down if I were you.
I just wanna tell you that… I won't marry Santiago.
He knows, by the way. He agrees.
Please have a seat. It's not over yet.
I'm marrying Eduardo. Santiago and I love each other, but not as a couple.
-But with Eduardo, it's different. -You are not marrying that dunce.
You don't understand, Father. I have to marry him.
Why?
-Wouldn't you rather sit down? -No! What happened, Cristina?
I'm pregnant, and it's Eduardo's.
6 DAYS LATER
Miss, today is the big day.
THE BIG DAY
CRISTINA AND EDUARDO ARE PLEASED TO INVITE YOU TO THEIR WEDDING
Come in.
So? What's the verdict?
Well… the verdict is I'm a terrible father.
My temper, my trips away…
Your mother was absolutely gentle.
I could never replace her.
If your daughters lie to you because they're afraid,
that means that you're a terrible parent.
Do you really think that?
-Sara's studying medicine. -Mm-hmm.
Carlota has a spider.
-Then there's me. -You don't have to get married.
If you don't love him, don't.
We can go… far away.
Do whatever you want.
You won't stop being my Miss Perfect over one mistake.
You know that, right?
For a terrible father, you're doing amazing.
Do you really love that bonehead?
Come here.
Darling, you look beautiful.
Shall we go downstairs?
First, can I ask you a favor?
What are you doing, you fool?
Weddings.
They always get me emotional.
Occupational hazard.
It was tough, right?
But you did well. I'll give you that.
Wow.
That is too much emotion.
Was that a compliment?
Let's get out of here.
Miss Bianda, Cristina wants to see you before going to church.
Nice to see you, my friend.
They say that lilies bring good luck.
I'm glad we've shaken off the bad.
-Cristina, I've been meaning-- -My sisters will have a new chaperone.
You were "the other."
Santiago left this here the other night.
I only opened it today.
One more lie you kept to yourself.
There's just too much to forgive.
I am really sorry, Cristina.
From the bottom of my heart.
Maybe there's no fixing for us, but…
if you still have feelings for Santiago, read the manuscript.
THE LADY'S COMPANION
He probably hates me.
I'm a disaster.
Read the manuscript.
Elena!
"Scene one. Setting, a street."
"A character steps onto the stage, a chaperone."
"She's a woman, as we'd call her today, ahead of her time."
"Complex, fascinating. An expert in arguments
and in reminding us men how much we still have to learn."
"Although she is forbidden to fall in love,
she has no idea what she awakens in all those who have dared to know her."
"Especially in him, because until he met her,
he didn't know love… in capital letters."
Now what?
What can I do after reading
the most beautiful declaration of love ever?
Run!
Come on!
-Run, Elena! -Run, Elena!
Santiago is yours! Go for it! Go!
Santiago!
-Long live the bride and groom! -Hurrah!
I'll stop him. It'll be fine. Like all love stories.
Stop, stop, stop!
Stop!
Stop, stop, stop! Stop!
Hold it! Stop!
Santiago! I… just wanna talk. Come out here.
Maybe it's better this way.
All right, uh…
I know the way I acted was bad.
Because I'm very… relentless and… arrogant and stubborn.
And if I were to list every single one of my flaws,
then I would never finish this declaration.
That's right. This is a declaration of love.
I know I've lied to you and lied to myself.
And I know I said all we felt for each other was attraction,
but that's… that's not true.
This is actually… about love.
And I know I swore I'd give up on it, but…
Well, I suppose people deserve a second chance at life,
and… you're the only person who makes me feel like this.
You make me happy.
-Won't you say anything? -Darling, I would forgive you.
That was beautiful.
What are you doing there, Miss Bianda? I'm in a hurry.
To sum it up, before you leave, I wanted to tell you I read your libretto.
I'm not finished. Actually, I'm not sure I'll finish it.
I guess chaperones are just too complex for operettas.
That's not true.
It's simply easier for us to find love for others than for ourselves.
Especially when following my heart has always turned out badly.
All right. That makes two of us.
Would you look at that? We should start a broken-hearts club.
Could you give me another chance?
Give her another chance!
So, another chance, right?
Mm-hmm.
Well, that implies that before this, there's been a first chance, am I right?
So maybe it wasn't just me who kissed you.
And, um… maybe when I kissed you, you did kiss me back.
So maybe it was mutual, and, uh… you also happened to--
That was beautiful, right?
Too bad it only happened in Miss Bianda's imagination.
This is what actually happened.
Please, stop!
He didn't stop.
He's… He's gone.
But… what kind of love story is this?
One that looks a lot like real life, Miss Bianda.
So now I have no job, I have… no home.
I… I've lost everything.
This is definitely a setback.
But if I can give you a piece of advice, I wouldn't give up on love so soon.
♪ When I was young ♪
♪ I never needed anyone ♪
♪ And making love was just for fun ♪
♪ Those days are gone ♪
TO BE CONTINUED
♪ All by myself ♪
♪ Don't wanna be ♪
♪ All by myself ♪
♪ Anymore ♪
♪ All by myself ♪
♪ Don't wanna be ♪
♪ All by myself ♪
♪ Anymore ♪