لومړۍ 200 کرښې.
A long time ago, having a child would've been a problem for me.
Now I was willing to do the impossible
- to save her life. - Stop!
To give her the future I wasn't able to have.
I won't hurt you.
Hold still. Give me your hand. No!
Lidia! Lidia!
Lidia.
While I was lying on the ground, I could only think one thing:
a mother's love can overcome anything.
Please take us to another hospital. We have to go to another hospital!
- Help, please! - But can it really?
Is it able to overcome all adversity?
She fell. She isn't breathing.
Relax. She's in good hands. We'll take it from here.
Or is it a lie we tell ourselves?
I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant.
- Calm down. - Save my baby.
- Calm down. - Please.
- No, no. - Calm down.
Sometimes, when you feel you're running out of time,
a new life begins.
6 MONTHS LATER
My baby...
It was just a nightmare.
Oh, my love. There, there.
There, there.
Are you still not ready?
Really, Lidia. Come on, there's no time to lose.
I'll see to the baby
- while Carlota puts in your curlers. - Me?
I don't think that's a good idea. You're the expert.
Then will you watch the baby? She always cries with you.
TIME
- Okay. What's a few curlers? - Exactly. There's no time to lose.
Come on.
All right, come on.
Are you all right?
Have you changed your mind?
Oh, God, she's thinking about it. Do you have any brandy?
Alcohol is the best for getting rid of that feeling of vertigo.
I had it.
It isn't vertigo.
I never thought
that after all we've been through, we'd be here together.
And I feel happy, very happy.
This is your big day.
Lidia, you're getting married.
- Lidia, will you be much longer? - Just a minute.
- Eva, your mom is always late. - Look who's talking.
You kept Pablo waiting for a whole hour.
- He nearly had a heart attack. - Blame Doña Lola.
She wanted all the neighbors to see me, all her friends and all of Chamberí.
I'm ready.
You look incredible.
The groom will be speechless.
I hope not because he has to say "I do."
That rogue better do it.
I'm going to the church. I want to get a good seat.
You're beautiful.
Here's the best man.
Miss, your carriage awaits.
We'll take Eva and we'll go by taxi.
You have to keep them waiting. That's tradition.
- But the car's downstairs. - You have to be late.
Take a drive around Madrid. It's beautiful.
- Come on. - Really?
Ángeles?
- Come in. - What's happened?
- It's been so long. I had to see you. - Where have you been?
We've been moving around, trying to stay away from the police.
This is Eva.
- She's beautiful! - Yes, and a rascal, too.
- She says that because I'm her favorite. - That isn't true.
- It's true. She doesn't cry with me. - No. Lidia!
- Come on. - Let's go.
- There's no time to lose. - We're going to be late after all.
- Marga, be careful. - I'm coming. No, this way.
I'm so glad you're here.
Excuse me, miss. We know each other.
- No. - Yes, you're from Valladolid.
No, I'm not. You've mistaken me for someone else.
I'm sorry, but something strange is happening to me with you.
- With me? - Yes, I look at you and...
I know you from a long time ago. Maybe even from another life.
- Come off it. - You don't believe in these things?
You should. I'm convinced there are many things
that happen around us
- that are beyond logic and the senses. - Yes?
That's why I'm sure I'd never forget a face like yours.
- Give me your hand. - My hand?
Yes, your hand. I'm an expert at reading hands.
Oh?
Girls, I'm going to sit at the back. I don't want to be recognized.
Yes, that's best.
Hey, isn't that Pablo?
Take the baby.
I see you have a very long love line.
That means a marvelous lover is about to come into your life.
What are you doing? Is this how you respect our vows?
Vows? You're married?
Pablo, let me tell you something. I won't allow this sort of thing.
- Shame on you. - Marga, no! That's not me.
He's my brother, Julio.
Hello.
Hello.
I'd say I'm pleased to meet you, but you ruined my chances there.
I got slapped twice.
- I didn't know he was coming. - Neither did I.
Nor that you were identical.
- He just turned up. - I've always liked the surprise effect.
Anyway, let's go in. We don't want to lose our seats as well.
- I thought you were in Melilla, Julio. - I was discharged yesterday.
I was sick of sleeping on those bunks.
Guard duty, early mornings... You don't know what that's like.
Mother must be waiting for you with a pot of stew.
I suppose you'll stay a day or two.
A day or a lifetime.
- A lifetime? - I'm thinking of staying in Madrid.
I hear life's good here.
So from now on, you'll be making the pots of stew for me.
- I can't cook. - What do you mean, you're staying?
Yes, and you have to find me a job in the company.
But no heavy lifting. You know what my back is like.
I have chronic pain that goes down here. Carrying a rifle wrecked me.
You want me to recommend you to the company?
Do you remember the last time I recommended you?
You lasted two days in the job.
If you want to stay in Madrid, that's great.
But look for your scams yourself.
This boy's never going to change.
Weren't you a bit hard on him?
- After I slapped him... - Marga, you don't know him.
My brother has such nerve. He asks for your hand,
and before you know it, he's got your leg.
He's unreliable, irresponsible.
Mother's so worried about him.
- A playboy, right? - A source, Marga.
- A source? - Of problems.
So I'm telling you, the farther away, the better.
Let's sit down.
You're finally here.
Wow. Doña Lola, if you were wearing white, I'd think you were the bride.
- I've never seen you so gussied up. - Be quiet.
If my friends from church hear I was at the wedding of a woman
who was cohabiting, they'll excommunicate me.
Don't be more Catholic than the pope.
What matters is they're getting married.
That's right. And we can celebrate it.
I hope you'll save a dance for me.
Sorry we're late.
- How's the baby? - Having a great time. Aren't you?
- Carlota. - Carlota, dear.
I'll take Eva and we'll go out for some air.
No, no.
What I have to say concerns you, too, Miss Millán.
Stay here, please.
Your father has wanted to tell you something for a long time,
but he didn't know how.
I'm very sorry, my dear. Forgive me.
I shouldn't have thrown you out.
My own daughter. I turned my back on you.
A father shouldn't do that.
And you, too, Miss Millán. I was unfair to both of you.
Your father has changed a lot.
We all make mistakes. We can fix them by owning up to them.
I know that you can't forgive me,
but being able to apologize is enough for me.
Father.
If you like, you can sit with us. The pew behind us is free.
And who's this lovely girl?
She's Lidia's daughter.
She's running late.
That's the tradition.
It seems the tradition is making the groom nervous.
Calm down. All brides arrive late.
It adds excitement to the moment of "I do."
- Lidia isn't just any bride. - That's true.
It takes guts to have a wedding after a baby is born,
ignoring all the gossip.
Neither she nor I care about the opinions of others.
I'm delighted because there's a storm coming.
A really big one.
- What are you doing here? - Attending a wedding, Carlos.
We thought that there was some mix-up with the invitations.
No, you know perfectly well you're not welcome.
I thought that things were better between us, son.
The money I lent you helped you get the radio license.
Is it going well? Are there profits?
Yes, introducing listeners' calls to the programs
is making us very popular. Thank you for your interest.
I'm glad you're a success. I'm glad for the three of you.
- Without that license... - One radio license
doesn't make up for what you did to Lidia and my child.
I was wrong,
and I'll apologize as often as necessary.
Lidia won't like seeing you here.
If a mother wants to see her son get married, that isn't a crime, is it?
Carlos, don't worry. We'll sit over there in a corner.
Hello. Good afternoon.
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