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You have reached the Royal House.

All our operators are busy at the moment.

To reach the protocol office, press one.

- For the secretary's office, press two. - Good morning. How may I help you?

Your Majesty, hello. Good morning. How are you?

- It's Leandro, the Marquis of Monsalvos. - Sorry?

Yeah, I'm calling to check on my grandee title.

You are talking to the operator.

Sorry, I thought you had transferred me to His Majesty.

- Put me through. - I beg your pardon?

- Is he not in? - He wasn't before, and he isn't now.

It's fine. I'll call him later. Thank you.

No, I meant stop--

Let's move. The sooner we start, the sooner we'll finish.

- What the hell? - Put the toilets and the bidet over there.

- May I ask what you're doing? - Who are you?

- No. Who are you? I own this house. - Oh! I'm Marcos. Nice to meet you.

- If you'll excuse me. - Come with me, sir.

- What's this, Fidel? - Today's commercial.

- Look. These are toilets! - No. Bathroom fixtures.

We discussed this.

- Someone take this man down, please. - Absolutely not.

- That stays there. He's my father. - Oh, excuse me, sir.

We'll... put the display in front of it. Problem solved.

Put that in front of him? That's even worse. No. Away with it!

We either have to remove the portrait or cover it.

- That, or you all leave. - Let's go, sir. Come.

We should let them work. Come.

"Who am I," he asks. That commoner...

I'm not sure about the lid. Lift it. Down. Up.

Don't worry.

Everybody knows who you are, but don't lose your composure.

You shouldn't talk to the workers.

What happened to those commercials for Rolex,

Casa Decor, and Loewe?

- With catering... - Those brands don't want to come anymore.

At least next week, people are coming to film a documentary.

- A period piece. - A shoot? That's even worse.

Would you like chocolate milk with your cupcake?

I've lost my appetite.

Look at the mansion. If at least it were presentable...

If I want to be a grandee, I can't be seen this way.

But we can't support the house by just hosting events.

So you'll have to think of something else.

If you mean selling, that's out of the question.

This place is all I have. I'm not leaving.

No, I said no such thing.

But you suggested it.

A bit, yes, to be honest, but... you'd have to convince your father first.

My father won't want to.

I'm just saying... my retirement isn't enough.

Wait, I have an idea.

Ready the car. We're going to my ex's.

The cuff links.

FADING GRANDEUR

Well, new house, new life... How are you?

Wonderful. I don't know. What can I tell you?

Since I got separated, my priorities have shifted.

Jaime and I like simple things, as you can see here.

We spend many an afternoon in this room with a book and a blanket.

Isn't that your ex?

Hello!

- What are you doing here? - How are you?

Oh no, thank you. You know I don't talk to gossip magazines.

Don't worry. It's not necessary.

But if you want, we can talk some other day.

- No, really. - You sure?

- 100%. - Dad, please.

Excuse me, but we're in the middle of this.

The marquis' ex and the ex-soccer player? How much did they pay you?

- This is not about money, Leandro. - Right.

So, why don't you tell us why you're here and leave?

- How are you? - Get to the point, please.

Remember my mother lent you jewelry for our wedding?

- Yes, and it was a gift, not a loan. - No.

- It was a loan. You must give it back. - Why?

- Because it's mine. - Sure.

You can't sell it. It's Martina's turn to wear it now.

- Hang on. Why? - Hey, not now, please.

- You haven't told him? - No, I haven't.

You said you had. This girl, really...

- Oh, "this girl." - What didn't she tell me?

She's pregnant.

You're pregnant? It can't be.

- See? I told you. - All of a sudden?

- No, Dad. We fucked first. - Martina.

That's how you're educating our child. And what happened? She's pregnant.

- A liberal education. - Wait.

- Wait till you hear who the father is. - No need.

One of those leftists she hooks up with, right?

No, he's from the tennis club.

- A ball boy? A parking attendant? - No, Dad. He's the club owner.

Ricardo Torresolano?

- Not Ricardo. His son, Guillermo. - But they are grandees of Spain.

- So what? - You should have said.

So now you approve, huh?

No, what matters is you love each other. And the fact that they're dukes.

We have to celebrate.

Yeah, but we're not sure we're getting married.

- What do you mean? - Why not?

Because. We don't know.

No, I'll organize everything. Don't worry, I'll pay.

You? Come on, you're broke and want to pawn your mother's jewelry.

I'm the father of the bride. I'll pay for it.

Congratulations, darling. Everything will be great.

No. I don't know if I'm getting married.

This is a Torresolano-Monsalvos wedding.

Of course, we can't hold it just anywhere, right?

- What do you think? - Have you seen my panties?

Are you listening? This is important.

Martina's wedding. You can't afford it.

- Here they are. - I need that wedding.

I've always wanted to be a grandee of Spain.

I deserve it, dammit.

I can sell the mansion.

But you can't.

Ask your husband. He handles family affairs, right?

Hurry up, or you can ask him yourself.

- He'll be back soon. - No way.

- Next time, we'll go to a hotel. - You've been saying that for 15 years.

- Or to the mansion. Plenty of rooms. - Yes, and mice and dust...

Hi, Leandro.

Hi.

- Have you been here long? - I left the office early.

I had to get out.

And you two?

We were just talking.

Right.

How about a drink? Since all three of us are together.

I have to pick up Beatriz from music class.

And I have an appointment.

- I'll leave with you. - No, Leandro.

Stay, please.

We have to talk.

How old would you say I am?

- I don't know. How old are you? - Fifty.

You don't look it.

Why does everyone treat me like some retiree, then?

Starting with my wife.

I don't know.

I think she has a lover.

Who? Sonsoles?

Yes, your cousin.

- No way. - What were you talking about?

Family matters...

- Gossip, silly stuff. - Right.

Leandro...

Look into something for me.

Find out who it is.

I need to know who.

Why?

I'm going to kill him.

Pull.

Pull.

Bravo!

Pull.

- Bravo! - Well done, Dad!

Pull.

Well, everyone moves at their own speed.

Yes. Maybe with a couple years' more practice--

- The machine is releasing them wrong. - Yeah.

Everything's someone else's fault.

Come on, don't argue.

Your brother has always been a slower learner.

- That's fine. - What?

Remember how long it took you to learn to ride a bike?

Eventually, you rode to El Pilar School with no training wheels.

Granted, it was just once, and you broke both your arms, but--

Yeah, then you had to bribe the principal to move him to the next grade.

That's enough, okay?

Excuse me, sir. Smoking is not allowed.

Sorry. I'll put it out.

I said at the last board meeting

the club doesn't need to follow the socialists' laws.

But maybe you should quit, Dad.

I'm in perfect health.

So... tell me about Martina.

The wedding.

It won't be cheap, and I don't have the money right now.

Your mother and I aren't exactly flush at the moment.

I know, but I don't want to ask you for money. I thought...

How about we put the mansion up for sale?

- What? - Selling the mansion?

- Are you an idiot? - Watch it. I'm the firstborn.

You were supposed to pay for the upkeep with the events, Leandro.

Instead, you've ruined it.

Get the duke to pay for the wedding.

You haven't taken care of it either.

I'm the one there, defending the family heritage, Dad.

Let's see.

After your separation, I let you live there with Fidel

so you wouldn't be on the street.

You heard Dad, huh? It's not the right time.

- To sell anything. - Fine.

FOR SALE

To the right.

No, to my right.

- Are you sure, sir? - Yes, Fidel.

This is just to get a feel for the market.

- Did you ask your father? - Higher.

Okay, to the left.

- No, my left. - Is the Monsalvos Palace up for sale?

- Yes. Are you interested? - No, I'm not.

See? Things are moving along already.

A lot of people are looking at it, yes. Let's move on to the main dining room.

This door leads back to the library.

Yes, all right. Of course, Your Majesty. Thank you.

Excuse me. I was on the phone with the Royal House.

What do you think?

- Thank you, but we need to think about it. - You like it, then?

It's not bad.

This is the Certificate of Habitability.

As you can see, everything's in order.

- It's authentic. - Yes, of course.

- And the price is negotiable. - Regardless, I'm not sure.

Anyway, what use would you give it?

- A luxury restaurant. - No, that's out of the question.

This is a ducal house.

As you'll understand, this can't become a common restaurant.

- I told you we're not interested. - Don't insist, sir.

No deal. Thank you very much.

Good afternoon.

CERTIFICATE OF HABITABILITY

- Do you think they noticed? - We've had 20 visitors.

I think the fake paper is the least of our concerns.

- Are there any more? - A lady.

- Call and cancel. - No.

She's already at the door. Come on.

Yeah. Go to the library.

Sofía de Carrington?

Very well, come with me.

- Yes? - He's in the library.

Right. Yes.

Grandee of Spain? Thank you so much, sir.

Yes, we'll schedule it. Perfect.

- Hello? - Sofía Carrington, sir.

Excuse me. I was talking to His Majesty.

Funny. I saw him yesterday at the Royal Theater.

- I didn't know he was back in Spain. - I mean Felipe.

Of course. Well, I'll introduce myself.

My name is Leandro Alfonso Vicente Carlos Ventura de Alborada. Marquis of Monsalvos.

But you can call me Leandro.

Pleased to meet you.

- It's a pleasure. - No need to be formal.

I'll show her the mansion, sir.

Don't worry. Carry on as you were.

No need. It'll be a pleasure to show her around myself.

As you see, this palace is in the neoclassical style.

It was built in the mid-19th century,

commissioned by my family to renowned architect Teodoro Moreno.

- I know him. - Are you interested in architecture?

- I'm interested in good taste. - Then we'll get along well.

We are the House of Monsalvos.

I'm the 23rd marquis.

The hierarchy is baron, viscount, count, duke, and marquis.

- I thought it was marquis and then duke. - Yes. By the way, the Carrington name...

- Are you English? - Partly.

Oh, good.

- May I take photos? - Yes, sure, whatever you need.

Follow me this way.

Over here.

- And this room? It's huge. - Yes.

This used to be a game room, but you could use it however you want.

- I love it. - This way.

- Is this your room? - This is where I sleep.

- What's in here? - Nothing. We'd better go this way.

I love this balcony because you have the garden at your feet

right in the heart of the city.

The subway is right here.

I don't use it much, but it's good to know.

Well...

Anyway, what exactly were you looking for?

Sometimes you don't know until you find it.

So you like it.

I like it, yes.

Mind you, the palace isn't precisely cheap.

- Money is not an issue. - No, for me either.

I'll be honest. I'm not selling it for the money.

Why are you selling it, then?

Why are you buying it, then?

- You don't like following your instincts? - I love instincts.

- How much are you asking for? - Six.

- Are all the papers in order? - Absolutely.

Anyway, this building must be heritage-listed,

taxes must be sky-high and energy efficiency substandard.

- Maybe. - Five million, and we sign today.

Excuse me, sir.

What is it, Fidel?

The film crew, they are about to start.

- What film? - The documentary I told you about.

Don't bother me now, Fidel.

- Come this way. - I have to leave.

Don't worry. This is totally normal.

No, really, I have things to do.

I'm not saying no. I just need to think about it.

Great. Think about it.

- But wait. Where do we stand? - Yes, thanks!

Sofía Carrington.

This woman, I think she loved it, you know?

Think she'll call?

Yes, of course.

It was love at first sight.

- Right? I thought so too. - But it's all the same.

She'll see there's no certificate of habitability

or technical inspection.

- Don't start, Fidel. I'll figure it out. - Yes, as usual.

Action!

Come on in, Lord Marquis. My husband isn't home now.

All the better, Lady Marchioness.

Aren't you hot in all those clothes?

What do you have there, Lord Marquis?

Marquises don't talk like that.

That's the least of the issues with this film.

Fidel!

- Yes, Lord Marquis! - Yes!

Don't stop, Lord Marquis, I'm shaking all over!

Yes!

You truly are a grandee of Spain.

Ricardo!

Here comes the Monsalvos moron.

Give me a hug. We're going to be in-laws.

Anything else? Or should we discuss it later?

Um... no. It's just that

it'd be good if we talked about our children's wedding.

Don't worry. I talked to your father. We'll do it at my Extremadura estate.

- There'll be a hunt the day before. - Oh, wonderful.

I came to offer to split the costs, if you want.

What?

It's not right for you to cover all the expenses.

No, me providing the venue doesn't mean I'm paying.

- You're the father of the bride. - Yes, I'll pay for half of it.

Look, Monsalvos, you know very well the importance of tradition, right?

- Especially if you want to be a grandee. - Yes, of course. How could I not?

Good.

Son of a bitch.

Fidel, give me that woman's number. Sofía Carrington.

Leandro!

- José Manuel, what is it? - Are you with your cousin?

- No, why would I be with her? - You haven't seen her?

She was coming to play tennis.

- No, I haven't seen her. - God knows where she is.

Look what I found in my room, under the bed.

Look.

It's a cuff link.

What does it say?

L.V.

L.V.

- José Manuel... - Louis Vuitton.

That's it.

And who could wear Louis Vuitton cuff links?

- Lots of people. That's-- - Your cousin is seeing someone.

We'll confirm it really soon.

I hired a PI.

Don't worry.

You'll be the first one to see the photos with me. Okay?

Hello?

- Sofía, it's me, Leandro. - Who?

Leandro Monsalvos. You visited the mansion.

Oh, yes, sorry. Tell me.

I'm calling because your visit was cut short

by that documentary crew...

Oh, yes, it wasn't a problem.

Would you like to meet for lunch?

I'm quite tied up. I have... other engagements.

Can I pick you up tomorrow, for instance?

Oh, not tomorrow. Impossible.

Nothing's impossible. Tell me which day, then.

Let me call you.

Fine, tell me where you're staying at least.

- Why? - I don't know. Just curious.

At the Royal.

- The Royal hotel? - Yes.

Perfect, I'll be there at 2:00.

- When, today? - Yes, of course.

Better at 2:30 p.m.

Fine, great.

Bye.

Confirmed.

- It's heated. - Right.

Anyway, I get the idea and...

No, it won't do for me.

We have other houses in the area. If you want, I can show you...

Maybe another day?

Fidel...

- I told you to glue this. - I did what I could.

- Did it come loose again? - Yes.

I can't greet Sofía like this. Give me your shoes.

- They're warm. - So?

And they're huge. What size do you wear?

We can switch them back if you want.

- How are you? - Hello.

Hello.

- Lord Marquis. - Good morning.

Ma'am.

Your usual table, I imagine?

Come with me, please.

Let's talk about you. Do you have a family? Children?

- Is this a personal interview? - No.

I'm just curious about your life.

My life? Goodness.

Where should I start?

Let's see. I've lived a few years abroad.

- Yes. - But I got divorced.

- I see. - And... for now, I'm staying at the Royal.

That's all right. A divorce is always a big change.

Yes.

Well, enough of that.

Sorry. I didn't mean to be indiscreet.

So, I lived in the US for a few years.

- Oh. - And Venezuela.

- Yeah. Oil, right? - Mm.

Carrington, of course.

- You're not finishing it? - No, go ahead.

Your turn. Are you with someone now?

I'm divorced, like you.

I was in a few relationships that didn't work, and I'm leaving another now.

- I'm sorry. - No, it's fine. She's married.

Oops.

Have you ever been in a relationship with a direct... relative?

Define "relationship."

No, forget it. It wasn't...

It was just an idea. The thing is, it's over.

And, besides, I'm noticing

that at this point in my life there are new things going on.

Such as?

Stuff.

I'm glad.

So?

Are you going to say yes?

Yes?

Oh, to the mansion?

I imagine you are considering other options, logically.

But I should also tell you the truth.

- I have several offers. - I understand.

One from the owner of this restaurant.

He'll treat us to our meal. You'll see.

But I want to sell it to you.

It's true I am looking at other places.

- Yeah. - But your house is special.

It's not an everyday thing.

Shall we shake on five?

- I offered you four million. - No, five.

- Anything else? - No, thanks. The check, please.

It's on the house, sir.

Oh, really. You're incorrigible. Always the same.

You see?

Besides, the woman ordered a grand reserve.

Fuck...

Please.

- Thank you. - So?

So what?

- What's the next step? - Oh...

- I think we need to sleep on it. - No.

I don't like making decisions with wine in my system.

- Did we overdo it? - Nah.

Fidel, what a fascinating woman.

Yeah, but is she buying or not?

It'll take some work, but she's got money.

Yes, I'm telling you I'm on my way.

Okay.

Fine.

Next stop, Santa Eulalia.

In the end, I'm not keeping it. Sorry.

It's always the same with you. Switching bags.

- I'm not a department store, Conchi. - Come on.

I didn't use it. It's as good as new.

- No. - Fucking unbelievable. For real.

Unbelievable, dude.

- Have a good one, Conchi. - You too, Henri.

Subtitle translation by: Soledad Etchemendy