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7 MISSED CALLS

Good morning.

Sofía.

My nerves got the best of me, but now I could.

Fuck.

I wouldn't say it like that, but...

Huh? No, thank you.

- Who was that? - We need to go, Leandro.

- Did I say something wrong? - No, but get dressed.

- What's the matter? - Quickly.

Why the rush?

- Is it work? - Yes, it was my partner.

What does she think about the deposit contract?

Did she approve of it?

- You look great. - You too.

- Let's go. - What? Sir! Ma'am!

Let me drop you off somewhere.

- No, I need to charge my cell phone. - Why didn't you do it upstairs?

Hey!

Bye, thanks! Let's go.

What's going on?

To the Monsalvos Palace.

- Where's that? - Doesn't matter. Go. Fast.

Unbelievable, huh?

One used to say, "The Monsalvos Palace,"

and that was enough.

FADING GRANDEUR

Hi, children! Know what this is?

What? A balloon? No!

- A doggie. - Come on. Leave me alone. You too.

Come on! Enough! That's enough.

Look at the doggie turn and move its eyes.

Fidel!

- It's not so good... - Gonzalo.

- May I ask what this is? - Of course.

Your nephew Francisco's birthday party.

- Oh, great, very nice. - One!

And why does it have to be here?

This place is mine too. I can come anytime.

Yes, but tell us in advance.

- I told you to let him know. - Of course.

Excuse me.

And you are?

- Sofía. - The buyer I told you about.

The buyer?

She happens to be here to sign the deposit contract.

No, I... must get this charged, if you don't mind.

Yes, come with me.

- Hi, Uncle. - Hi, child.

What did you get me?

See that head? Tell your father to take it home for you.

The buyer, he says...

There's an outlet there.

My brother's always the same.

So smug. Who does he think he is?

The only one with full powers over the house,

granted by my father, is me.

Excuse me, sir.

I'm sorry about the party, but I can't keep your brother out.

- Did he call you? - No.

See what I mean, Sofía? He's just envious

that I've always been the favorite to uphold the family name.

What? Oh, yeah, don't worry.

- Thanks. - There's no electricity here, ma'am.

No? Since when?

Since the bedroom's not used.

Not used?

It's my bedroom. It really is my bedroom.

- Here. Use mine. - No, leave it.

I need to go home. I'm sorry.

Please, don't leave because of the outlets.

The rest of my family is normal. You'll meet them.

- You're coming to the wedding? - I can't deal with that now.

Sofía, wait a moment.

Are you starting to feel it?

- What? - What I feel.

I'm feeling it.

Oh, of course.

- I'm terrible at talking about this. - Sorry...

- No need to say anything. - Hi!

Sorry, the door was open.

What are you doing here?

We had plans, right?

Who's this?

- And Quique? - At the park with his friends.

- You must be the marquis. - Yes, and you?

- Tomás, don't... - José Luis Martínez, nice to meet you.

Oh...

- Is he your partner? - José Luis.

Exactly.

But wasn't it a woman?

- Yes, of course. - Oh.

Actually, he's...

- Her lawyer. - Oh, right.

Well, lawyer, advisor, call it what you will.

So you are the person who needs to okay the purchase.

- Well, I mean, no... - Yes.

In fact, we are willing to sign now.

- Oh, then... - No, wait.

- Is there a problem? - None.

We just need your account number to make the transfer.

- Oh, of course. Yes, take note. - Yes.

One moment. We should sign the contract first, right?

Of course. This is just to save time.

Okay. Three, zero, five, fo--

Yes! Goal!

What is this!

- Where's your father? - What the hell are you doing here?

Early release for good behavior. How about that?

Good behavior, you?

I see you're back to your old tricks. And this time, aiming really high.

- You have no idea. - Oh, don't I?

Then what's this? Love?

What? Who told you that?

What? You didn't plan on sharing?

- I have no idea what you're talking about. - You know perfectly well.

So, for the moment, play along.

Okay?

You don't want me to expose you here, in front of everyone.

This is not for playing!

Well, that's sorted. Where were we?

You were giving me the account number for the transfer.

- Um... Three, zero, five, four... - Four.

Two, nine, nine--

Well, I should say something.

There are more offers for the mansion, but I want to sell it to Sofía.

- Don't wait to pay the deposit. - Of course.

- If you give me the rest of the number. - Of course.

- Nine, nine, one... - Nine, nine, one, X.

Oh, sorry. I gave you my ID card number.

- I don't know where my head is, sorry. - Leandro.

- Yes? - We're leaving.

About time. Who's gonna pay for the broken window?

- We must leave too. - We don't.

Good luck with your business.

Careful.

Yes.

Shall we go inside and keep talking?

Sure.

Dammit, so disgusting.

- Everything okay? - Yes, fine.

- What's this for? Hunting, right? - What are you doing?

Nothing, just looking at it.

Yes, it's my hunting shotgun. It's not loaded.

It is loaded, sir.

And now you tell me, Fidel?

- If you don't mind... - I don't.

By the way, one thing.

How old are these oil paintings and coats of arms?

Well, the palace itself is mid-19th century.

But the collections precede it.

So I can guarantee they are from a long time ago.

Oh, very well.

By the way...

Here.

My account number.

Wonderful.

We can leave now, right?

Yes.

We can leave.

- But we'll meet again. - I hope so.

Goodbye.

Fidel.

This deserves a good dinner.

We have no food in the house.

No food left over from the party?

I threw out the leftovers.

Want me to fish them out?

No.

Fine, see if you find something.

There was some chorizo. Pamplona chorizo, I think.

If that's this moron's account, bon appétit.

- I doubt he has much in the bank. - He does. He's a millionaire.

Are you really buying the fairy tale you made up with this two-bit marquis?

What? Are you jealous?

Sofía Carrington, give me a fucking break.

Don't follow me.

Okay, stop.

- We have to talk. - We have nothing to talk about.

No? I thought we had a life together.

I went to prison and never heard from you again.

- Care to explain? - Yes.

You are a liar and a crook, and now I have another life.

We both know you're running a con on that guy.

- And you need me to complete the job. - What job? There is no job.

I told you, for fuck's sake.

Conchi, open your eyes, please.

What do you think will happen when he finally finds out who you are?

No, please.

No, don't do this to me.

What?

I knew you couldn't have changed that much.

- Vanessa. - Hi.

Did you tell Tomás about me and the marquis?

Me?

- No way. - He showed up at the mansion.

Who else could have told him?

Sorry, girl, I can't cover for you all the time.

What'll you do? Get back together?

- The hell I will. - That's what he's saying.

What's true is I don't know what to do.

CLOSED

What's going on?

Precisely. What's going on here?

- We're working. - No.

You're not just working here. You're stealing.

It's one thing for you to steal dresses,

but money?

What?

Which one of you is dipping into the till?

Confess, or you're both out.

- I'm sorry... - Fine, it was me.

I knew it.

Get your things. Leave. I don't want to see you here again.

Why did you do that?

I told you one day I'd make it up to you for everything.

- I needed the money, Conchi. - Not Conchi.

Sofía.

Pull.

Incredible, huh?

If they don't fix the trap, it's impossible to shoot well.

Yes, son, yes.

Come, give me that already.

Dad, the doctor told you to give up smoking immediately.

Yeah, enough with the sermons,

and tell me what happened with your brother.

Gonzalo showed up with a lot of kids and a clown just to annoy me.

Listen, the mansion is Gonzalo's too.

But I'm the firstborn, and I get no respect.

Gonzalo's never cared for the title or the mansion.

- Only now that I want to sell it. - Are you still on about that?

Martina's wedding's in two weeks. I have to pay for it.

You know I want to be a grandee of Spain. I need a power of attorney to sell it.

Dad?

- Dad? - What is it?

Jesus, you scared me!

All of you are killing me, but of boredom.

That was in Fuenterrabía, but after Franco's death,

your Aunt Piloncha became a nun.

- Are you staying the night? - No, Dad, I have things to do.

Let's see, your feet. That's it, step out.

Come.

- Come on. - I can't.

I... No, I can't!

- Yes, you can. - I can't!

Are you all right?

- Go, but give me some tobacco. - Don't smoke here. It makes Mom angry.

Give it!

Come on!

But before, the power of attorney.

- Power of attorney? - To sell the mansion.

Please, Leandro. Drop it already.

Listen, Dad.

The mansion is all we have, and it's a money pit.

- Give me that, please. - No.

All right.

On Monday we'll ask José Manuel to draw up the papers.

No need. I have them with me.

Look. Put your legs together.

With this, you authorize me to sell the mansion.

Come on, sign.

- I hope you know what you're doing. - I do.

It pains me to sell it too, but it's necessary.

- All right. - Go on, sign.

That's it.

Clear handwriting, okay?

Leandro...

THE ASSIGNEE

Come on, Dad.

Don't be lazy, come on.

Dad!

Dad?

Dad!

Dad...

Dad.

Dad.

Fuck!

- Sir? - Rosi!

- My father. Something's happened. - Oh my God.

- You saw I didn't do anything, right? - Oh...

- Ma'am! - Go, yes. Go.

- Are you ready? - Did you get my father's royal medal?

He must wear it in the coffin.

We no longer have it.

We no longer have it?

You sold it last year, like the Sorolla two years ago.

- No, I didn't sell the medal. - I did, on your orders.

To go skiing with your cousin.

Unbelievable.

And where did you sell it?

It's a medal with the golden fleece, to be worn around the neck.

It's the highest decoration awarded by the Royal House.

Yes, I know what a royal medal is.

Let's see.

It was awarded to the marquis of Monsalvos for his services in defense of Spain.

Was it your family's?

No, please. How could I part with such a thing?

- It wouldn't be the first time. - Please, I beg you.

We have a funeral, and I need it back no matter what.

Let's see.

- Here it is. But it was sold last year. - To whom?

- I can't tell you. - What do I do now?

I don't know.

- Maybe they have something similar. - Similar? Nonsense.

- Do you have anything similar? - Not with the fleece.

Well, something else, whatever.

YOUR SONS AND GRANDKIDS

He had pinned all his hopes on you.

We must be strong, Leandro.

It's especially in difficult times that our Lord tests us.

Gonzalo, brother.

How are you?

Fine.

Shall we hug?

Why?

I don't know, Dad's dead...

What's that?

What?

Why isn't Dad wearing his royal medal?

He is. That's it.

No, this is not an authentic medal, Leandro.

I think it is.

PROVINCIAL COUNCIL

First, you kill him giving him tobacco,

and then you hang a medal from the Valencian government on him.

He asked for tobacco. What did you want me to do?

Please go back to the mansion and bring the medal.

Leave it, Mom. Don't you see he must have sold it?

- Who do you take me for? - An idiot.

Don't you know once the titleholder dies, the medal returns to the Royal House?

Gonzalo.

- Will you say a few words? - No.

I will, as the firstborn.

Take that!

Defend yourself if you don't want to lose against the giant!

- Take that! - There!

- Take that! - Surrender!

Take that!

Take that!

Hi, Mom.

How are you, Conchi?

Want me to get the pachisi out and we can all play?

What?

Wanna play?

Yes.

I wanna play.

Okay, I'll get it.

It will all be all right.

Just get him out of the house for two hours.

Your attention, please.

I just wanted to say a few words to thank you for being here.

I know all of you here loved my father and commiserate with us.

I also want to commit today

to honor the lineage of the house of Monsalvos.

And to crown it shortly with the title of grandee of Spain.

We are here, evidently, out of sorrow over the loss of my father.

But also...

I think we should celebrate his character.

He never wavered.

Despite his nobility, he didn't shy away from things.

For instance, he changed my brother Gonzalo's diapers.

He wet his bed until the age of 12.

I swear I'll kill him.

I want to tell you as well,

when we learn the contents of my father's will,

I don't intend to take advantage,

and I won't boast at all about having always been his favorite.

But I think it's important, you know, that, before dying,

he entrusted his last will to me,

signed by his own hand.

A document which, logically, is already in our lawyer's possession.

Thank you, Leandro.

- No. I'm not done, Father. - No, it's all right.

Thank you.

And now, to conclude this,

I ask you all to join me in the Lord's Prayer.

- José Manuel... - I'm so sorry for your loss.

What's that Leandro said about my father's last will?

It's a... paper he gave me assigning powers in his favor.

- Amen. - Amen.

- Oh, Leandro, how awful. - Cotola...

- I'm so sorry for your loss. - Thank you.

And, by the way...

the 6,000 euros you owe the association for the Olmec head...

Let me tell you something.

Since most likely the deposit for the mansion is already in my account,

I will pay for the fucking Olmec head,

that flea market you magpies organize next year,

and my daughter's wedding. Okay?

As it happens, Jaime paid for your daughter's wedding.

Jaime?

Your ex's boyfriend scored a goal.

When did my father sign this?

Last week.

Do you know a good graphologist?

Oh...

My poor Leandro, you're orphaned now.

- Sonsoles, let me go. - Don't feel bad, we're among family.

- No one will think anything's amiss. - Leandro.

Who signed this?

Who else? Dad.

Oh, yeah? When?

Before he died.

Don't fuck with me.

Leandro, if you've forged this, it could be serious.

We'll know very soon, José Manuel. Don't worry.

And you should know Dad couldn't leave you anything,

because he had nothing left.

Just debt and financial toxicity.

This isn't the time. Leandro is very upset.

- I'm almost done, Sonsoles. - Good.

Look, Leandro, now that you're fatherless, it's time you know.

- Gonzalo. - Huh?

You were never Dad's favorite.

Dad protected and defended you because you were the weakest.

The surprise is that besides being dumb...

- Hey. - ...he was a bad son.

And a thief.

Oh, and of course, the bed-wetter was him.

- Hey, no! - Leandro.

- What are you going to do? - Gonzalo!

- Please! Calm down! - What?

- No, Leandro! - What?

- You started it. - Mom, don't listen to him. He started it.

- You called me dumb and a thief. - Because you are.

Why don't you sod off

and let me live in peace now that I finally can?

Excuse me, ma'am.

Why are you here?

I came to express my condolences. I'm truly sorry.

Have you no shame?

I just wanted to pay my respects.

No, you're only here to serve.

Put on your headband.

- Mom, please. - No. Better not.

You're fired.

I don't want to see you here ever again.

Calm down.

Mom... What have you done?

I've suffered in silence for years because of you.

- You'll find out one day. - What?

I'm glad the wake was so comforting for you and your family.

Yes. It was very nice.

Well...

So?

Coming to the wedding?

Oh, I don't know if I'm ready for that.

I want to introduce you to society.

- To society? - Yes.

I don't want to pressure you, but... Hey!

You've been on your phone all day.

Do you mean pressure me about buying the mansion

or about our relationship?

And by "our relationship," you refer to...?

Well, for a while now I don't know if we're talking about one or the other.

Same here.

Hey, my house is that way.

- Wouldn't you rather go somewhere else? - We've been walking all afternoon.

I'm a bit tired.

Besides, I wanted to ask you about José Luis, your lawyer.

It's about a power of attorney. Think he could lend me a hand?

TOMÁS ALL DONE

A detail I need to fix for the deposit contract.

What's the matter?

José Luis isn't my lawyer.

Well, you know, your advisor, whatever.

It's okay if he can't. I'll figure it out. Arrange for the transfer.

I wish this had been different, Leandro.

I'm sorry.

What?

Sofía!

- Hello? - Now it's you who doesn't answer.

- Pardon? - What?

Did Jaime helping out bother you?

Of course. I said I was paying for the wedding.

Yeah. You said it, but you haven't done it.

The thing is, I said so.

And I have to hear from others your boyfriend is paying.

- Leandro. - What the--?

If you want to chip in for the wedding, pay for Martina's shoes.

- Leandro! - Leandro?

Fidel!

Are you all right?

Leandro, they took everything.

Even the stone head.

Subtitle translation by: Soleda Etchemendy