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LUXURY VILLAS

SOFÍA CARRINGTON SLAVES OF DESIRE

THE MARQUIS DIVORCES RAQUEL ORTIZ

THE MARQUIS SHOWS US HIS MANSION

- Mom? - What?

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

You're up already?

Yeah. Are you taking me to school?

Can't you go by yourself?

Okay.

Fine, I'll walk you there. But you should have breakfast first.

I did half an hour ago.

Attaboy.

- I'll get dressed. - Okay.

- What's that? - A dress from the dry cleaner's.

But is it yours?

You're so nosy. What's it to you?

- It's just a dress I wear sometimes. - What for?

It's a sort of game.

Like being someone else.

- Like when you play superheroes. - I don't do that anymore.

- I'm not into that. - You know what I mean.

Give me a kiss.

Will you pick me up from school?

Of course.

But do you have your house keys? Just in case.

- Yeah, of course. - Good.

- Bye. - Behave yourself!

FADING GRANDEUR

What's up?

Good morning.

Put this in.

What?

- This had to be ready by today. - You don't know who I met.

- Oh, God. - You'll freak out.

You're the worst. Not sure I wanna know.

Wow, Conchi. Thank you for coming.

- Sorry, Jiao. - You need to be on time.

And if you don't like working here, you know what to do.

I don't like it.

I love it.

- But my bathroom flooded. - Again?

That was the other bathroom.

- Oh, you have two bathrooms. - Of course.

One is more like a half-bath.

I see.

Okay, get to work.

You offered him five million euros?

- Insane, right? - Why?

I was looking at mansions, as usual,

and the dude started hitting on me and asked me out.

- Weren't you going to quit that act? - He's a marquis.

Like in the movies. You should've seen his room.

- You slept with him? - No.

For now.

You skank!

Girls, a lady is here with her ticket, and I can't find the dress.

- You can't? - No.

Oh, yeah. This one's in the washing machine.

- It was supposed to be ready. - Yeah.

There was a problem. What happened yesterday with the machine?

Yeah. Give it to me.

Don't worry, I'll go.

Hi. How are you?

Sorry, it's just that...

Good morning.

Time to get up.

What's going on?

It's noon. You're having lunch with your parents.

I didn't sleep well. I had nightmares.

Oh no. Come on.

Get up, or your breakfast will overlap with your lunch.

Let me sleep a little longer.

Is that true?

NO ROOF, NO FAMILY HELP, PLEASE

Sure.

- Give me something. - Sorry, I don't have change.

Sorry.

Things are a wreck right now.

Have you noticed all the paupers on the street?

Paupers? Humph!

Cheeky beggars, aren't they, Father?

Some of them are good, but many of them are just opportunists.

Oh, look!

Presentación Santesmases de Olózaga died.

- The poor woman. - God rest her soul.

And the Marquis of Torrebejano!

Didn't have a cent to his name either.

Must've sold the fillings in his teeth.

At least he kept his title with integrity.

Yeah, some good it did him.

There's not many of us left.

Fewer than 3,000 now.

However much we may dislike it, nobody cares about nobility these days.

Sorry, am I late?

As usual, my darling.

Here, Mom, I brought pastries.

I'm on a diet.

Let's eat.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

So clumsy.

Thanks, Rosi.

Don't be so hard on the poor woman.

Yeah, sure, defend her.

What did she do to you?

No, of course, you never know anything.

Are cousin Sonsoles and her husband not coming on Saturdays anymore?

I'm not one to pry, but I'm sure something's going on with those two.

Oh, haven't you heard?

What?

José Manuel hired a PI to follow her.

Apparently, she has a lover.

She had one, but it's over.

And how do you know?

And you about the PI?

Because it's the talk of the country club.

Why are you so nervous?

Me, nervous? No way.

Leandro...

You always had a thing for cousin Sonsoles, right?

What are you saying?

Who do you think she's cheating on José Manuel with?

- Mom, tell him to stop it. - Who?

Leandro, are you selling the mansion?

No, why?

The other day, on my way back from San Pedro Mártir,

I saw a "for sale" sign.

What do you mean "for sale"?

Excuse me, Father?

Can we talk?

We told you the mansion isn't for sale.

What if I told you there's someone interested?

- I'd say what we said the other day. - Know how much she offered?

Five million euros.

Who's going to offer five million for a toxic asset?

- Just you wait and see. - And who's this prospective buyer?

A woman.

- Nobility? - Even better.

- Sitting on a pile of oil money. - I don't think we should.

Give me a chance. I have a good feeling about this.

If what you say is true, prove it.

Have her sign a deposit contract.

- Okay. - Okay?

What's her name?

Sofía Carrington. Royal Hotel.

Here, in case you want to add a note.

"Dear Sofía..."? Is that right?

So far, superb.

- Is that sarcasm? - No, of course not.

It doesn't matter.

"Dear Sofía...

having truly enjoyed the pleasure of meeting you,

I'd like to invite you to the country club..."

Bit stilted, isn't it?

A bit, yes, honestly.

Fidel...

Do you know how to write?

Not as well as you, sir, but I hold my own.

- Another card? - Yes, thank you.

"Esteemed Sofía."

What?

- Nothing. - Pay, then.

Quique, go to bed. It's late.

Quique.

- I want to see the end. - Get up, please.

Come here.

When's Dad coming back?

Shh. Let's go to bed.

I want him to come back from his trip.

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LEANDRO MARQUIS

CALL

It's odd she hasn't answered.

It's been a long time.

It's only been three hours. Be patient.

You're right.

Sausages? Again?

Oh, did the master want langoustines?

I'm sorry. I'm afraid my pension can't stretch that far.

You don't contribute much.

Hello?

- Hi, it's Leandro. - Oh, hello.

- How are you? Everything okay? - Yes, very well.

- Did you like them? - Like what?

The flowers.

I sent the hotel some flowers.

Oh, it's true. My apologies.

It's fine.

You must have a lot on your mind. I can imagine. Me too.

Yes, actually...

I was on a video call.

- For work? - Yes, for work.

So, about what the note said?

- Does that sound good? - Yes, sure.

About meeting tomorrow.

Tomorrow? I should check my schedule, but maybe.

Pick you up at 5:00 p.m.?

Wonderful, yes, sure.

You'll love it. You'll see.

I'm sure I will.

What?

You're terrible. Incorrigible.

Bye. Until tomorrow.

Fidel, were you listening behind the door?

No.

Where's he taking you? Why?

No fucking clue, but it sounded good.

How about this one?

I don't think so, Conchi. No.

I want to enjoy it a bit longer, please.

Enjoy what?

It'll be the last time. I promise you.

Finish up here. I'll come by later.

Okay?

On one condition.

This coat...

stays here.

Sure, of course.

You'll end up getting us both in trouble.

Hello, good afternoon.

May I help you?

No, thank you. I'm waiting.

Clear the door, please.

Bye, Alfred.

- Hi. - How are you?

How are you?

- Very elegant for the country club. - Yes. I just got out of a meeting.

- So good you're coming. - Um... yes.

You must be very busy now, I bet.

- Increasingly more. - Right.

My company's transitioning from oil to green energy.

How interesting.

- How do you do that? - Oh, I don't want to bore you.

You don't bore me.

I didn't even want to do this. I wanted to be in the art world.

I have a degree from Caracas School of Fine Arts.

- Do you? - Yes.

What a coincidence.

I used to play guitar.

In my youth.

- Really? - Yes.

I had a band.

- What? - Nothing.

Nothing.

Yeah, I used to be into tennis,

but now I prefer golf, skeet shooting, that sort of thing...

- Are there horses here? - Yes.

- May I? - Of course.

My family's always had lots of horses.

But now we only have these.

Thoroughbred, mind you.

We had horses too.

I used to play polo.

Really?

In fact, I still play if I get the chance.

- Let's do it one of these days. - Sure.

- Are these all yours? - Yes.

Oh, what a beauty. Hi. What's his name?

- Cookie. - Cookie. Hi, Cookie.

Jesus fucking Christ. Damned horse.

Let's go, anyway, because...

Come. This is their nap time.

They get skittish and...

- And they kick. - Yeah?

If it's okay with you,

I've talked to my lawyer to get started on the deposit contract.

- Why? - For the mansion.

I didn't know this was a business date, but sure.

Well... it could be business and pleasure, right?

- Look who's here. - Cotola!

Leandro! My favorite marquis!

We thought you wouldn't come.

Won't you introduce us to your friend? She's gorgeous.

Yes, of course.

Cotola Moscoso. Ritama Jameson-Valdelacerda.

Sofía Carrington.

Hi, nice to meet you.

Oh, sorry. How are you?

- I don't kiss. - No, of course.

She's an investor in renewable energy.

- Yes? How interesting. - Your face seems familiar.

- From the Nuevo Futuro flea market? - Maybe.

She's been away from Spain, anyway.

Right.

So, you just had an event, right?

No, it starts now.

- The fundraiser for MS. - Oh, that's great.

Did you forget? You must contribute. No getting out of it.

Of course.

- Well, don't disappoint us, Monsalvos. - No.

- Let's go. We must get started. - Let's.

We'll be there soon.

- They're wonderful. - I'm telling you, she looks familiar.

And I'm telling you, that girl's no Carrington.

- Don't feel obligated, okay? - Not at all. I'd love to.

Truth be told, these events are getting boring for me.

- Shall we go somewhere else? - No.

- It's for a good cause, but up to you. - No.

Yes, it is a good cause. I've invested thousands in this.

Your attention, please.

Thank you all for coming.

We'll start by auctioning some wonderful items,

selflessly donated by our members for this fundraiser.

We'll start with a beautiful fan,

crafted in multi-colored wood.

We've valued this item at 800 euros.

Who will make a bid?

- Yes? - What?

- Here! - I didn't say anything.

Sold for 800 euros

to Ms. Elena Satrústegui. Thank you, dear.

- Did you want us to leave? - No, I said nothing. I'm fine.

- But if you'd rather go... - If you want to...

Leandro!

Hello.

Raquel. Sofía.

- Nice to meet you. - Likewise.

And Jaime.

You're the...

Yes, it's fine. This happens...

a lot. It's normal.

- You must have seen me on TV. - No.

- It's been years... - Right, but not on TV.

I watch from my company suite.

Oh, yeah? What company? What suite?

Yes. Well, yeah.

Are you here for the auction?

No, I had no idea there was a fundraiser.

I came to show Sofía... my horses.

The horses your family sold in '89?

No. They didn't sell them.

There are some left.

We continue with a spectacular...

German silver tea set.

Will you bid? I'm taking something home for sure.

Um...

I didn't come with that intention,

but now I'm getting the itch.

How about 1,800 euros?

Well...

Lord Marquis.

What is it?

- Will you bid? - What's going on?

Mine!

Ah, they meant me.

Sold to our favorite forward.

- Jaime Lavanda. - Yes!

Thank you, dear. As generous as ever.

I'll bid for the next one.

This next lot

is very special,

since it's a unique piece

brought from Mexico by our dear Ramón de Lacy-Stuart.

For this unique object,

we have set a very special starting price,

just 6,000 euros.

- Do you like it? - Love it. It's gorgeous.

Yeah, right?

Let's remember we're here supporting those affected by this terrible disease,

multiple sclerosis.

Lord Marquis,

your generosity is known by all of us.

Shall we sign you up for it then?

Um...

But...

Well, let's do it then.

It's yours, Lord Marquis.

Well done!

Let's take a break,

and we'll be right back.

I'm going to the bar. What will you have?

- A mimosa. - Mimosa, and you?

- Anything. - Whiskey? Beer?

- Both. - Excuse me.

Yes? Vanessa, what do you want?

Where did you find her? Is she some cousin of yours?

I know how you aristos like inbreeding...

Don't make me air your dirty laundry.

Air away.

I'm thinking of one I rescued from the gutter so she'd marry me

to have my title, for instance.

Oh, but it wasn't for your title, darling.

It was for your intelligence.

Here we go.

- Thank you. - Here's your mimosa.

- Thank you. - So, here's to your head.

- To that big head. - Excuse me, I need to go.

- What is it? - Nothing.

- Are you all right? - Yes. I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Sure you're okay?

Fine, but, if you don't mind, I'd rather take a taxi.

Don't be silly, woman. Fidel's already here.

We'll take you.

- Okay, fine. - Where to?

- What? - Where should I take you?

- To your hotel? - Uh? What hotel?

- The hotel, yes, sure. - Great.

Thank you.

Well, let's see.

Evidently, that Olmec head has great value, that's clear.

Besides, the money from that fundraiser

helps people in need, so...

You didn't like meeting Raquel, did you?

What?

My ex, she...

- I barely have any dealings with her. - No, don't worry.

It's been a long time... Plus, I left her. There's no...

Leandro, excuse me.

Fidel, could you take me to the 12 de octubre, please?

Of course, ma'am, no problem.

What's the 12 de octubre?

It's a public hospital.

Oh.

Yes.

- What happened to you? - Nothing.

I forgot I had some tests today.

It's nothing.

Get it done at the Clínica Universitaria de Navarra.

- Okay. - The director's my friend.

We were classmates at Pilar.

They are Opus Dei.

You may like it or not, but it's the best there is.

OUTPATIENT SERVICES

Here's fine. Thanks.

- Don't you want us to wait? - No.

- What do we do? - Leave.

- Haven't you seen this area? - The Usera neighborhood. What about it?

Get me out of here quickly, Fidel, please. Ugliness is depressing.

Hey!

- Where is he? - Calm down. He's inside.

- What happened? - He was studying, and suddenly...

"It hurts. My head hurts."

- Then he got dizzy... - Did he vomit?

Yeah. I mean, no.

He retched, but nothing came out.

Then what?

You know this look gets picked up tomorrow?

Please, not now, girl.

- Relatives of Enrique Palacios? - Yes, me. Quique.

Honey, how are you?

Are you okay? Huh?

Don't worry, we ran some tests and he's perfectly fine.

- Thank you. - You may leave.

What happened?

Did you make it up?

I'm sorry.

- Fuck. - Conchi...

- This boy is all theater. - Oh, wow!

- I wonder who he takes after. - His father, obviously.

Maybe he just needs his mother a bit more.

No sermons now, please. Much less in front of him.

If I knew, I wouldn't have come. You ruined my fun.

Sure it's this way, Fidel?

I don't know. Back there it said "Los Poblados Avenue."

God...

Where did you bring me? I'll check here.

I'm sure this will take us to Córdoba Avenue.

No, we're going in the opposite direction.

I'm not very familiar with this area either.

- You're a chauffeur. You should be. - Let's not get nervous.

Look, you brought me to the Bronx.

- Why are you stopping? - There's a stop sign. Don't you see?

It's not working. No signal.

- What's he doing? - Looks like an immigrant.

- Careful! He has a weapon. - No, I don't want you to.

- No. - No, leave him.

No, he'll scratch it all.

Calm down. Look normal, don't let him smell the fear.

Shh, relax.

- I don't have anything. Do you? - Me? Of course not.

- Why are you speaking English? - No idea.

Because he looked Russian, right?

Careful! Help! Go!

Go!

- Fidel. - What?

- My wallet! - What?

- He stole it. - What?

Yes, that immigrant.

How could he steal it if your window was up?

Are you a moron? They know how to do it. Don't you know?

- Do you want me to go back? - What?

That's worse. Keep going.

What about your wallet?

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Mom.

I can't sleep.

What's the matter?

Why can't I celebrate my birthday with my friends?

Because I have no money, Quique.

Not even for an indoor play center?

- Come on, go to bed. I'll be there soon. - Okay.

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Subtitle translation by: Soledad Etchemendy