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Describe them.

I didn't see his face. I think there were two of them.

When they left me unconscious, I heard them talking.

Did you hear any names?

Yes. Tomás, I think.

- Tomás? - Yes. Well, I think so.

- Do you know anyone named Tomás? - Yes.

- Tomás Fernando de Andrada. - I see.

- I need his contact info. - Out of the question.

He's a duke. And lives in Seville.

Where were you?

- At the time of the robbery? - Yes.

- Taking a stroll with someone. - Who?

Well, it's actually a business relationship, or... not even.

- Oh. Do you think they may be involved? - Not at all.

- I need their name. - Sofía Carrington. Why?

- Sofía Carrington? - Yes.

- From the novels? - What novels?

SLAVES OF DESIRE

FADING GRANDEUR

- Hi Conchi. - Where the hell are you?

In a safe place. Don't worry.

I sold it all. Everything went well.

No, not that well. The cops are at my door.

Babe, you know how to give them the slip.

I'm going away for a few days now.

I'll be back when things calm down. I left your cut in the usual spot.

Why the hell did I listen to you again?

Come on, babe. Trust me.

We can treat ourselves soon.

I don't know. I'm not sure, really.

Look, the idea is to have Leandro take this cognitive test.

Without resorting to a judge, I'll have him declared incompetent.

If need be, we can tweak it a bit.

Declaring someone incapacitated has serious consequences.

Are you completely sure?

You've seen what he's capable of.

He just burglarized the mansion.

That's the last straw.

- You think it was him? - Of course it was him.

And if it wasn't, it was his fault.

- I'm sure of it. - I don't know...

May I?

Come in, Leandro, please.

ATTORNEYS AT LAW

Hi, Gonzalo.

No news.

The police are still investigating, but...

- What a disaster. - Listen.

Now, for damage control, the main thing is to set up this LLC.

And liquidate your father's assets

so they aren't earmarked to pay off his debts, all right?

Never mind.

Look, you fill in these papers.

Come. Here.

HOW MUCH IS 10 PLUS 10?

- These are games. - Just do them.

- I already did them. - Yes, he filled it in earlier.

Come on.

"Read each question carefully."

"Question one. How much is 10 plus 10?"

- But what is this? - Write 20.

- I know that. - This is a mere formality, Leandro.

For the insurance people.

Okay, fine, 20.

"Question two. Look at the pictures. Pear, apple, banana, chair."

"Which is the odd one out?"

There must be a catch.

Choose whichever. It's all the same.

I'll pick the pear. I don't like them.

"Three. Look at the sequence and choose the next arrow."

Hey, this is fun.

- Hi, Jiao. - Good morning, Cotola.

- I'm picking up my dress. - Right away.

- Hi. How are you? - Good, and you?

Getting ready for a wedding.

The daughter of some friends.

- Do you know anything about the dress? - Not really.

Your friend took it when she left. I can picture her.

Is there a problem?

There was a slight misunderstanding with the dress. I'm sorry.

I need it for this weekend.

If it's not found tomorrow, I'll pay for it.

That goes without saying.

But what do I wear now?

I'm sorry.

The world these days... Unbelievable.

Can I play with the cell phone?

Yeah, sure.

What's that?

Nothing. Don't you have homework?

Yeah, but I'm all done.

Weren't you going to play games?

DO NOT ANSWER

Hello?

Sofía.

Hello. I've been calling you for a while.

Have you? Sorry, it's just that...

These days have been...

There was a burglary at the mansion.

They took everything. They didn't leave me anything at all.

What? Someone robbed your house?

Just imagine.

If you still want to come to the wedding...

- There's no need. I'm not going. - Why?

My family thinks I stole it all.

- Sofía? Are you there? - You have to go to the wedding.

No, thank you, but I'm not in the mood.

I'd go with you.

- What? - Your invitation still stands, right?

Yes, of course. Would you come, then?

Of course.

The only problem is I'm with Quique, my son, but...

It's okay. I'd love to meet him.

Really? Thank you.

And sorry.

- Quique. - What?

Wanna go to a wedding this weekend?

Fidel!

Sofía's coming to the wedding!

Fidel?

Come on. We have to take Sofía and her son to the wedding.

I'm not well. I... can't take you.

Why? What's wrong?

It must be from the blow I took. I still have lingering effects.

Lingering effects, my foot! Today? Come on.

Just take the car and drive yourself.

You know I don't have a license.

Yeah, and the car has no gas, so...

Oh, great.

Hey. Now.

The company has plenty of cars, and I can use them whenever.

So don't worry. It's no trouble at all.

Thank you.

Did you know Sofía Carrington appears in a novel?

How can I not? Everybody tells me so.

The police said so.

- The police? - At the mansion. Because of the robbery.

They beat up poor Fidel.

I'm so sorry, really.

By the way, have a look inside the glove compartment.

What's this?

The deposit money.

Since we never made the transfer...

- I can't accept it. - Why not?

The mansion has many problems I haven't told you about.

Well, take it anyway.

- No, really. - Consider it a gift for your daughter.

- I'm telling you to keep it. - All right.

So, what are we hunting today?

Mainly deer and boar.

And I can shoot, right?

- No. - You can play with my nephews.

Okay.

Give me a motherfucking break. Not the damn cops.

Excuse me?

- Yes? - Why are you talking like that, Sofía?

Sofía?

Sorry, these things make me nervous.

- Why? - I don't know.

Since I've already lost a point or two for speeding.

I don't know, Dad. It's like I'm invisible to Martina.

Don't worry. That's wedding nerves.

- Don't-- - Ricardo!

- How are you? - Dear Leandro!

Ricardo Torresolano, Guillermo, Sofía Carrington and Quique.

- How do you do? - Welcome.

This young man will need a shotgun.

- Guillermo, bring another one. - No, thanks.

Come this way.

I talked to the Royal House. The king's not coming.

Odd. I talked to him today, and he said he was.

- Great. - Yes.

- Is he here? - Don't be silly, Leandro.

He wouldn't be here today. This is a family event.

- True. Of course. - Yes.

Well done.

And they left me without my dress.

I had to bring the one I wore for Piluca's wedding.

Well, you'll look fantastic, Cotola.

Thank you so much for coming.

- Don't mention it. - Given the circumstances...

- Oh, dear. Give yourself time to grieve. - No, it's not that.

This is a shotgun wedding.

- Really? - You didn't hear it from me.

Don't worry. See you later.

- Bye. - See you later.

Hello, Mom.

Oh, darling.

- How are you? - Fine.

This is Sofía Carrington.

- Carrington? - I'm so sorry for your loss.

Well, I know that's not true, but thank you anyway.

Ignore her, it's her sense of humor.

- It's actually very funny. - Okay, Mom.

And... by the way, son, I'm sorry about what happened to you.

What?

I tried to convince your brother he shouldn't do that to you,

but he was determined.

- What did they do to me? - He didn't tell you?

- No. - Oh, Leandro...

I'll let them tell you. Oh!

Pochola, so good to see you.

- Let's go. - All right.

- Wow! So cool! - Make yourselves at home.

I have to change for the hunt, but it won't take long.

- I'll be back soon. - Great.

- Will you be all right? - Yes.

- Yes? You're sure? - Yes, don't worry.

I want you to feel at home.

- Well, bye. - Bye.

Quique. Forgive me, this is a bit weird, but I can explain.

Don't worry. I love it.

Seems we'll have a perfect day for hunting.

I'm not so sure.

Pelayo, are you still the Royal House secretary?

Yes, of course.

- Any news about my request? - What request?

Me being made a grandee of Spain.

You're still hoping for that after the Royal Medal was stolen?

Don't tell me they told the king.

Come now, Leandro. Listen to me.

There's no way in hell you'll be a grandee of Spain.

Come, they released the dogs. Let's go. Our spot is over there.

What's wrong?

- Why did I obsess over this wedding? - It's okay. Forget it.

Let's just hunt, please. The boars are coming down.

Look at my brother showing off.

Having a great time after ruining my life.

Are they laughing at me? Do you think I'm an idiot?

- What? Have they told you already? - What?

I told him I didn't think it was right, but you know him.

Don't start talking like my mother. Tell me.

All right. Your family had you declared legally incompetent.

I'm very sorry.

You will no longer be able to sign anything or access accounts.

What?

We were going to falsify the test results, but there was no need.

That's what the damn test was for?

Open your eyes. How did you not see it?

You need to open your eyes.

- Me? - Yes, you.

Your wife. Sonsoles.

The photos with me.

What do you think we were doing? Taking a stroll?

You fool.

That's a lie.

You're such a bastard.

You had me there for a moment.

How could I do that to you? You're unbelievable.

Come on. Let's get a good kill.

I'll punch him in the face. In the middle of the wedding.

- What are you doing? - I don't know.

- The boars are that way. - I need to go.

Where? Leandro!

Oh my God.

- Go! Slave, go! - Come on! Faster!

They're so cute. Your son's made friends with my nephews and nieces.

Yeah, it seems so.

Sofía, come and sit with us. Over here.

- This is Sofía Carrington. - Hello.

- Nice to meet you. - Father.

Take a seat, please.

This is Dolores,

mother of the groom and the duke's wife.

- It's a pleasure. - Nice to meet you.

Will you have a drink with us?

- Of course. - Have a seat.

Thank you.

So, Sofía, how did you and Leandro meet?

You should know we are delighted that he's finally happy with someone.

Was he not before?

Leandro's always been a bit... peculiar.

- Yes. - That's a virtue in my eyes.

Did he tell you he was my altar boy?

By the way, are you related to the Oxford Carringtons?

- Yes, precisely. - You must know their castle there.

Of course.

And... what do you think?

Well, it's not actually in Oxford.

It's in Bilbury.

That's true. Bilbury.

I spent part of my childhood there.

Actually, my grandfather, Sir Charles Carrington,

when he met the beautiful Lorena Von Strudel,

settled in Austria in the 19th century, but kept the family name.

- Oh. - What about you?

- You travel constantly, don't you? - Yes.

- Quite a bit. - I say that because you live at the Royal...

For now.

How was Málaga?

Leandro told me.

Well... flying in his plane was spectacular.

- His plane? - What?

It's not his.

The plane belongs to the family, Sonsoles.

We all use it.

- Weren't you at the hunt? - No, I got back a while ago.

- When? - Quite a while ago.

Leandro!

Look, they're back.

Where's Leandro?

What happened?

If I don't come back, know you're the best thing that's happened to me.

- Come with me. - Sure.

- What's going on? - You'll see.

It's the biggest boar ever killed at my estate.

A hundred and fifty kilos!

Congratulations.

No, this is your kill.

Hurrah!

Hurrah!

Congrats, brother.

Thank you.

What's wrong?

- I don't know. - What is it? Cheer up.

Come here.

Here.

You've earned it.

Well done! A toast to Leandro!

Thank you.

Thank you, Marchioness. Thank you.

- How much is it? - 3,000.

Three thousand?

Thank you.

Damn inflation.

It's not just a wedding. This is the family business.

Of course.

Leandro!

May I pay you in cash?

Stop pretending. I know you're broke.

Just admit it.

It's true.

Here, take this.

There's a 1,000-euro tip. Count it.

Jaime, this is for you.

No. No, I told you that's not necessary. It's just a trifle for me.

It is necessary.

It's my daughter's wedding. I said I was paying. Here.

Don't spend it all.

- Hello? - Fidel, it's me.

Yes.

I'm a champion!

- I killed the biggest boar! - Oh.

I'm very glad. Well done.

You should have seen it. It was incredible.

Everyone clapped, even Gonzalo.

They even took photos. It was wonderful.

Sorry. I have to go.

- How are you? - Fine, why?

- Yeah? - Yes.

Weren't you feeling unwell?

Oh, yes, I'm still in bed.

I need you to find out what's the going rate for boars by weight.

- It weighs 150 kilos. - Fine, yes. Bye.

This is ready. I'm leaving.

No. We still have the two doors at the back.

Come on. Get moving!

THEY ARRESTED SOME LOSER FOR THE ROBBERY. SEE YOU SOON

Anything wrong?

No, nothing.

I meant what I said earlier.

But why did you get so nervous?

My brother, my family... They overwhelm me.

But with you, I feel safe.

I also feel I can be whoever I want... with you.

So?

Will Martina's dress fit?

What do you mean? Why wouldn't it?

I'm just saying they must be thinking about having children soon.

Very soon, I think. Martina loves children.

Curious. She's so young.

Yes. The one I can't picture as a grandfather is Leandro.

By the way, he's bringing that new girlfriend of his, isn't he?

Yes, that one.

What a night. I didn't sleep a wink.

Didn't you?

I'm not sure about this dress. Do I have time to change?

No, what's wrong with it? We're already late. Let's go.

- It's a bit too matronly. - No. It looks fantastic on you.

I'm a bit nervous... It's my only daughter's wedding.

Everything will go great, you'll see.

You look stunning!

- Dolores, you look fabulous. - Guillermo, go for it.

- Well, family, here we all are. - Why are you here?

- It's time. - You had to bring Martina in the car.

No one told me about that.

What do you think the father does?

I knew it.

You're Conchi, from the dry cleaner.

- What? - Her name is Conchi. And she's a thief.

That dress she's wearing is mine.

- Ignore her. She's talking nonsense. - Leandro, what's going on?

That's what I said. She's Sofía Carrington.

- She's in the energy business-- - That's not true.

Quiet, boy.

It's not true?

Well, we should go inside.

Yes, let's go in.

- Come, Sonsoles. Let's go. - Yes.

Well, it's true that... my name isn't exactly Sofía.

And I work at a dry cleaner.

- Right? - Yes.

Well, I used to because... I was fired.

But everything else remains the same.

Right?

- Well, actually... - Dad?

You think it's okay to stand me up?

- Good thing Jaime came. - It wasn't a problem.

Sofía, excuse me for a moment.

- Thank you. I'll take it from here. - Yes?

- What's going on? - Listen to me.

I pushed too hard with the wedding.

You did.

Martina, you don't have to get married if you don't want to.

Right. And give up on being a duchess?

No way.

- Are you sure about this? - What's this about, Dad?

- And who were you talking to? - That's Sofía...

Dad, she left. Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Dammit.

Fidel!

Fidel!

What the hell?

Fidel, I can see you. What's this?

My keys don't work. Come down and let me in. I'm tired.

How was the wedding? Congratulations, sir.

Congratulations? Come and open the door.

Go away, please, sir.

What are you saying? Go away?

We don't want any fuss.

- You changed the locks? - All of them.

Open up, or I'll call the police!

Go ahead. I've lived here since before you.

And I've struggled to support you with my pension all these years.

Now we're in charge.

You? Who?

- The people! - That's mine too!

Fidel!

What's he doing? Think he'll call the police?

No, don't worry. He knows that wouldn't end well for him.

Poor Leandro.

Wait till he finds out he has another brother.

What?

What other brother?

The one I had with his father when I was young.

- But you had an abortion. - They didn't let me.

And now he's unemployed. I'll have to support him again.

Well, don't worry.

We'll take care of him in due course.

For now... let's enjoy this.

- Oh! - We've earned it.

You can stay in your father's room, may God rest his soul.

Right, Fernanda?

About the room, sure.

The other thing, however...

Are you still pining for that vulgar girlfriend?

No, he's like that for messing things up with the mansion, right?

But Leandro, don't you worry about Fidel. I'll take care of him.

He'll leave that house the easy way or the hard way.

Good thing you didn't get her pregnant.

That would have been the end of our family name.

You didn't sleep with her, right?

Don't worry. Leandro's stronger than he lets on.

Like a good Monsalvos.

You didn't eat your sandwich?

I wasn't hungry. I saved it for you.

I told you I'm all right. Stop worrying about me, okay?

Okay.

Are you going out today?

No. I'm staying in.

Dad asked me why you're not answering his messages.

Is he coming back, or what?

- Want to watch a movie? - Okay.

Who is it?

Subtitle translation by: Soledad Etchemendy