A PRIVATE AFFAIR
Marina!
Coming, Mother!
Marina, what are you doing? Come down, we're late for church.
The look on your face as you took communion.
What an embarrassment you put me through, dear.
Don Anselmo should be embarrassed serving bad wine.
Have you lost your mind?
And stop staring at everyone like that.
It's rude.
I don't know what's gotten into you, but if you didn't want to come,
then you shouldn't have.
You've been glued to my skirts all day. I love it, but...
I don't know what's wrong with you.
This city has become unsettling.
Unsettling?
Lately...
Things have been happening.
Things have been happening your whole life, dear.
-What is it? -There are the Do Portos.
Mother, let's go and stop by to see Aunt Pilar?
-We haven't seen her in ages. -She died three years ago.
That explains it.
Look. They're coming over.
Marina, what's wrong?
-There they are. They're coming. -Mother, stay here.
-Hello! -Mother, stay here.
But I want to go with you.
-Hello! -Hi!
Hold my handbag, Mother. I'll meet you at the boats later.
-That girl. -What's up?
Always so busy running around.
Sorry.
Hey!
Hey! Wait!
Hey!
Stop!
I said stop!
Put your hands in the air!
Turn around slowly.
I said both hands up!
The church collection plate?
I lost my job. I have two children to feed.
-Who are you? -I am Francisco Alfaro.
I was banker at the Old Plaza office until last month.
Can't find the right glasses for Sunday's outfit?
Mon dieu. What are you wearing?
A homemade microscope. Those magazines are saving my life.
And that flower?
I thought your suitor was of no interest to you.
This isn't from my suitor. It's the killer's.
-What? -He sent it to me with this note.
I mistook someone for him at church today.
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
-We must call the police. -And just hand it over?
No way. I'm trying to analyze it.
That flower is a warning to stand down.
Can't you see that? He knows where you live.
I'm close. Or else he wouldn't try to scare me.
Look, come here. Look what I found.
I came to bring you some tea. I didn't...
Come on, you're dying to. Come on.
Look at that petal.
See the red spot?
Blood! It's blood.
No, it's not blood.
That stain contains a very specific acid. Look.
See? It's carmine.
Carmine? So the killer uses lipstick.
Or there is also a woman involved in all this.
-Lulú de Polignac. -You already know her name?
No, Lulú de Polignac, rouge number 21.
It's one of my favorite lipsticks and uses that acid.
-So your theory is that... -No, I don't have a theory.
I know this lipstick is expensive,
but not so expensive that it can't be available to many women in Galicia.
I think you are missing the most important part.
You have received a spring flower in the middle of autumn.
You see, Héctor?
We could be perfect investigation partners.
No, I don't... I'll fall for it again before I know it. No.
Don't you realize, Héctor? Fate brought us together.
What I realize is that Mrs. Francina is about to close
and we're going to run out of cakes.
Perfect. It's on our way.
-What? -Give me a minute and I'll change.
Wait for me.
Time goes by for everyone, but not for you.
And this princess? Don't tell me it's...
You're a sight for sore eyes, dear.
-I see you don't need me... -Come here.
Say hello to Antón, your father's old friend.
Marina, this is Antón Ramírez. He worked with Dad when he lived in Ourense.
My, my, my, you are quite the young lady.
Soon she'll surprise us and get married.
I'd say I'm delighted to meet you, but you'd have to put out that cigar.
-The smell is... -Wonderful, isn't it?
Ramírez has come to help with the case.
It seems things are quite hectic with so many robberies.
Don't scare the girl, she's been a little tense and acting strange lately.
Not that strange, Mother. And as for "girl"...
So you'll take care of the robberies?
-Actually, he'll take care of our safety. -What do you mean?
Rather than you starting to go out armed.
I would never.
Marina, we received a call this morning reporting a woman in the church gardens.
Why would it be me?
"Five foot six, brown hair, dark eyes, well-dressed."
I am five foot three and I have green eyes.
And she was completely crazy.
That was the final clue.
You should be careful with such childish things.
We can arrest you for less.
-For running in the park? -For threatening a citizen with Dad's gun.
Goodness gracious! No, Marina.
It's not true.
You won't mind if we search your bedroom, then.
-No! No, no... -Darling. Listen, Marina. Marina.
-Send the detective. -Please, Marina.
No, no.
-This way, upstairs, please. -No.
-You can't go in my room. -Miss, please.
-You don't have my permission. -Marina.
It's not that way!
-Marina. -Come on. Let's go.
Search the room.
This is an invasion of privacy.
You are quite a character.
You remind me of your late father.
You, however, are nothing like him.
Zarco, look in those drawers.
-She carries it on her. -What?
You think you're very smart, but you lack years of experience.
Listen, you keep your hands off me.
I haven't even touched you yet.
Hold her.
This is an outrage!
Arturo!
Here it is.
I didn't change your diapers, but almost.
Why do you make things so complicated?
Why do you get off on making me feel this way?
Thank you, gentlemen. We're finished.
Now keep your eyes on her.
And I thought he was different.
Not to play devil's advocate,
but the man had no choice.
He did enough by letting you photograph all that evidence.
This blue is divine, and you never wear it.
Héctor, we have to continue with our plans.
-Our plans? -Mrs. Francina's cakes.
They're watching you.
And I just remembered that the bakery is not open on Sunday afternoon.
Nice try, but that ear gives you away.
Come on, let's go to the flower market and then get your cakes.
-But I have to pick all this up. -Lourditas will do it.
And how do you intend to get out of here?
I like what you've done to your hair.
It gives you a wild touch.
Forgive me, Miss Quiroga. I didn't mean to startle you.
-What? -Anaïs Montero,
journalist for the Galician Gazette.
I love reading the Society Corner.
-I'm in a hurry, sorry. -I work on the Society Corner.
We're doing a report on the ten prettiest spinsters in the city.
-Did she say "spinsters?" -You know how my right ear goes.
Put me first on your list.
Drive.
Wait, please! Wait!
Are you okay, sir?
I'm allergic to the azaleas.
Did you say it's that one there?
Yes, Carmiña's one.
That one?
Bless you.
-Have you found anything out? -Yes.
The only stall that sells flowers out of season
is that one down there.
She might be the owner of the lipstick.
I doubt that a florist could afford such a luxury,
but you never know.
-Bless you. -Thank you.
Look how beautiful.
She's wearing lipstick.
Yes, but that's strawberry red. We are looking for cherry red.
Can I help you?
-Good afternoon. -Afternoon.
We've heard you're the only florist in town
-selling lilies at this time of year. -And azaleas, jasmines, poppies...
No one sells flowers as exotic.
Smell it, you'll feel like you're in the middle of spring.
And for only 50 cents.
Forgive me, the ones my wife is looking for are lilies.
I ran out this morning.
-Do you sell many of them? -Not at all.
I get them for one man who fancies them
like there's no other flower on earth.
-Every week, more lilies. -I can't believe it.
We came all this way for this.
Do you think that if you gave us your client's address
we could try to convince him to sell us some?
Oh, no. I can't do that.
I never say a word about my clients.
But... Madam, we might have seen him buying the flowers at the market.
Surely...
we can arrange something.
You were very cooperative.
Yes, because they are going to close the bakery
and I knew we were about to spend all afternoon there.
-Well, your information was expensive. -Oh, what a hustler!
The way she packed up the stall so fast.
She's never made a sale like that in her life.
Bless you.
Thank you.
And... how do you intend to deal with that scoundrel?
That man is dangerous.
He doesn't know who he's up against.
You're crazy.
Bless you.
Get down. He's coming this way.
No. It's not him. He's old and fat.
That's not the man who attacked me.
That's great. If there's no killer, all the better.
-Let's go. -No, Héctor!
We have to follow him.
-But... -Those lilies are key.
We have to see how the killer gets them.
Come on! Come on, hurry!
Step on it! We're losing him.
I'm driving at the maximum speed allowed!
What are you doing?
The law has long been a non-issue for me.
-Do you see the cab? -All I see are lights.
Right there! Get behind him.
Slowly, slowly.
Are you okay?
Look!
Let's go, let's go.
This is crazy no matter how you look at it.
I swear, one of these days I'll just leave you on your own.
Sorry, Héctor. Sorry, I'm just so nervous. We're so close.
Come, sit down here. Sit down.
-It stings! -How could it sting?
I knew it!
Héctor, you have to sneak into the dressing room.
She's directly linked to the killer.
-Me? -Yes.
Grab some flowers and say you're a delivery person.
No, no and no!
A thousand times no.
You've been dragging me back and forth all day
and not paying attention to anything I tell you. I am done.
I'm going to get my cakes and go home.
I'm not going through with this. It's over.
-Héctor! -Listen to me!
You are a wonderful woman.
Bold, fearless, intelligent.
But you lack the slightest instinct for self-preservation.
Don't you realize that all I want is for nothing to happen to you?
But, Héctor, we're so close. I can feel it. I promise you that...
You already promised me a lot of things and lied to me about all of them.
I promise you that when we know who the killer is,
I will tell the police and I won't get involved in anything else.
Do you swear to me?
I swear.
What patience we have to have.
I said you can't come in. Leave.
At least we'll get our money's worth.
I don't care about money. I'm more worried about my allergy.
-I don't know if I can do it. -Héctor, you're going to be fine.
Just focus on not scratching your ear. Let's go.
-Come on. -With such a bouquet in my hands...
I've come to deliver some flowers to La Bella Lolita.
Who are they from, if I may ask?
Mr. Cooper.
Ah, right.
Straight ahead, then turn right, straight ahead, right again,
and it's the third door.
Goodbye.
Jacinto, pay attention. I'm leaving this here for Pilita.
Remind her of it. Give it to her tomorrow.
-No, don't leave anything. -Honey, it's only 10 minutes, okay?
I owe you one.
Hello.
Anybody there?
Hello?
The coat.
Is anyone there?
That's her bedroom.
I don't believe she hasn't left all day.
In the end, she's just like the rest of them.
Fragile and romantic.
We are clearly not talking about the same person.
Detective!
I found some gloves here.
10-00.
10-02, this is 10-00.
Zarco, this is Cabanillas. We have an emergency.
The bird has flown the nest.
Affirmative.
Nothing that caught your attention, nothing strange, out of the ordinary?
Héctor, I thought I'd lost you.
Miss, my arm.
Sorry. Does it hurt?
To tell you the truth, what hurts me more is what he did to my jacket.
Héctor, I...
If anything had happened to you, I...
Don't get emotional,
you know I cry easily.
Besides, I have something important to tell you.
I saw him.
I saw the killer's face.
Miss Quiroga. You... You can't leave the house without our consent.
I'm in the spotlight with all that's going on?
What have you found out?
Do you know the name of the murderer yet?
I'm not going to fall into your trap.
Your brother wants to talk at the police station.
Well, better get it over with then, right?
Come on, Héctor.
Do you want to get killed?
What the hell were you thinking, Héctor?
Have you forgotten your place in this house?
Answer me!
Get out. And send Marina in.
-Close the door. -I don't care if they hear your scolding.
It was embarrassing to hear all the things you said to Héctor.
You owe him an apology.
Believe it or not, I care about you.
I don't get why you're trying to get killed.
I'm trying to catch a killer.
And Héctor deserves the same respect as any other man working with you.
-Sit down, please. -You're not going to shout at me?
Marina...
It's been almost three years since Dad died.
I know you're struggling with his loss and you're still angry about it.
But it's not my fault. I miss him as much as you do.
I don't care if it's fun for you to play detective
or dress up or whatever else comes to your mind.
I'm not playing.
I know Dad gave you the hope you'd be a great police commissioner,
but that's not going to happen.
The police world is dangerous and requires strength and courage.
And I'm strong and courageous, Arturo.
Okay, but you're a woman.
My duty as a man is to protect you. Dad asked me to.
And I will not fail him.
Dad believed in me.
If he asked you to protect me, it's because I'm your sister,
not because I'm a woman.
Arturo, like it or not,
So this is all the information we have?
Yes, sir. This is the case report.
Did you mention he grew up in a children's home?
-Yes, sir. -Good.
-Good work, Morais. -Thank you.
I want more money.
If not, I won't go through with this.
Sir, we've searched Gabriel Expósito's home,
but we didn't find anything.
Gabriel Expósito, the name of the killer.
Miss Quiroga, what are you doing here like that?
Do these games amuse you, Detective?
Oh, no, don't start. I still remember the insect one.
I can't just give up information like that.
-Right. -So, tell me,
have you been to the orphanage where he grew up?
What?
Pablo, if his last name is Expósito, he's an orphan.
Even Cabanillas would've worked that out. So, did you go?
-Why should I tell you? -So the answer is yes.
No, no.
Don't try to confuse me.
Pablo, I'm harmless in handcuffs.
You wouldn't be harmless if you were bound from head to toe.
Is that a proposition?
You are impossible.
Pablo! Pablo, wait!
Get me out of here and I'll tell you something.
I'm not falling for it again.
It's very important for the case.
You've seen me in action. I can take this much further.
What is it about?
Come closer.
They might be listening.
What do you mean...
-What are you doing? -Pablo!
-What? -Look!
Where? What? No!
-Perfect. -No.
Don't... No, not the gun! No!
Don't even think about it.
Marina! Marina, please. I mean it.
Finally, you're calling my first name.
Marina, seriously! Marina!
Poor Pablo. Wait until my brother finds him in handcuffs.
Why do I get the feeling that you enjoy making the poor detective suffer?
It's not jealousy, is it?
I know he was your father's best pupil.
What a thing to say, Héctor.
Another option is that you may be interested in him in another way.
The only man I'm interested in is you.
-Me? -Héctor...
I'm going to go through with this,
but I don't want to endanger you anymore.
Maybe it's true that your brother needs a little humbling.
Count me in.
Oh, my arm!
Sorry. Sorry, sorry.
Let's go. The orphanage is waiting for us.
Your carriage, Miss Quiroga.
-Castaño. -I see you've been feeling the heat.
We've been waiting for you for a long time.
Who's waiting for me?
You had a good day today, but don't be complacent.
Things don't always turn out how you expect them to.
Perhaps we should come back another time.
Héctor, time is of the essence.
Who are you?
-What are you doing here? -Police.
-A female police officer? -Detective. Detective Quiroga.
The Lord works in mysterious ways.
You're telling me.
The police were already here asking about Gabrielito and they found nothing.
How can that be? You must keep a record of everything.
There was a fire and we lost a lot of papers.
There's hardly any information left about the poor little orphans.
-Good morning, Sister. -Only some pictures.
What's that music?
Celestial, sir, celestial.
Our children make up the best choir
for the last 30 years in our county.
Enjoy it, sir.
These are the few photos we have left.
How good they all were.
There were some a little bit twisted, but they were all such good kids...
Look at this one. This one is a little angel.
-Excuse me. May I? -Yes.
Why are you looking for him?
He wanted to be a priest. He went to the seminary and everything.
Here, this is him.
-Do you recognize him? -No, it's not him.
If you could give me some details, maybe I, well...
A scar. He had a scar on his face.
In the photo you might be able to see the scar.
-That's the one! -Cándido!
He was meaner than hell. He had it in for Gabrielito.
I saw him too. In the theater.
He was hurriedly leaving and bumped into me. It must be him.
What if Cándido was using Gabriel's name as cover?
Good thinking.
Mother, do you remember anything about him?
I think he worked as a tailor in a theater.
His sister was one of those cheeky ones in the cabaret.
Lola or Lolita or something like that was her name.
-La Bella Lolita? -That's the one!
We've got him.
No wonder he looked at me that way.
That's the house.
Miss, who are we to arrest a man?
We should just call the police.
No. Arturo could ruin everything we have achieved.
It's ripe for the picking, don't you see?
Cándido works as a tailor in the theater, and where do they buy the fabrics?
Yes, in the factory we were in.
And his sister is given the flowers the murderer threatened me with.
There is no doubt, it is him.
Good morning. Excuse me, Miss Lolita.
The reporters. What are you doing here?
Hands where I can see them!
-Stop! -Wait a minute!
Sorry, miss. Nothing will happen to him.
He hasn't done anything!
No. Don't do that, miss.
-I know what I'm doing. -But...
Good morning.
Hey!
Stop!
Stop! Stop!
Stop!
Freeze!
No!
Give me your hand!
Give it to me!
Hold on to me!
Hold on to my hand!
Stop! Don't shoot!
Nobody move, you're surrounded!
Get up there. Get those people back.
Cándido!