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Loving you

I know I can't be strong again...

LUXURY VILLAS

SLAVES OF DESIRE

I know I'll survive

THE MARQUIS DIVORCES RAQUEL ORTIZ

Loving you

THE MARQUIS SHOWS US HIS MANSION

I feel I'm in love again

- Mom. - Yeah?

- What is that? - Nothing.

You're already up?

- Yup. Aren't you taking me to school? - I thought you were going by yourself.

Fine.

No, I'll go with you. But you should have breakfast first.

- I made myself breakfast half an hour ago. - That's my boy.

- Let me get dressed. - Okay.

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

- But is it your dress? - You're nosy. What's it to you?

- It's a dress I only wear sometimes. - Why?

It's like a game Mommy likes to play. Hmm?

I pretend to be someone else.

- Just like when you guys are superheroes. - Come on, Mom. I don't do that.

- Not anymore. - I know, honey. But you know what I mean.

Give me a kiss.

- Are you gonna pick me up later? - Of course.

But just in case something comes up, you have the house keys, don't you?

- Yeah, I got 'em. - All right.

- Okay. Bye, Mom. - Behave yourself!

FADING GRANDEUR

- What's up, girl? - Morning.

Put this in.

What the hell?

- This was supposed to be ready today. - You are not gonna believe who I met.

- Sweet Jesus. - You're gonna freak out.

You're outta your mind. You're crazy, you know that?

Good morning, Conchi. Thanks for being here.

- I'm sorry, Jiao. - You have to be on time.

And if you don't like that... you know where the door is.

I don't like it. I love it.

- But my bathroom flooded. - Oh, again?

That was the other bathroom.

- Oh... you have two bathrooms. - Sure.

- One of them's quite small, you know... - Uh-huh. I'm sure.

Right. Back to work now.

You offered this guy 5 million?

- Isn't that crazy? - What were you thinking?

I was just gonna do my usual thing and look at mansions.

But he was treating me to everything...

- I thought you stopped doing that. - He's a real marquis.

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

- You slept with him? - No. Not yet, anyway.

You slut!

Hey, girls. A lady came in for her dress, and I can't find it.

- No? - No.

Oh, yup. It's still in the wash. Hmm.

- But it was supposed to be ready. - I know.

Wasn't there some kind of blockage? What happened yesterday?

Uh... give it here.

I've got this. It's cool.

Hi there. Yes, we're sorry. There was a little issue with it.

Mm-hmm.

Good morning, sir. It's time to get up and at 'em.

Why, what's going on?

It's already noon, and you're having breakfast with your parents.

I didn't sleep well. I had nightmares.

Oh, no, no, no, no... Come along. Get up.

Unto the breach, sir, or breakfast will turn into brunch.

Just five more minutes.

Hey, is that true?

NO ROOF, NO FAMILY HELP, PLEASE

Of course it's true.

Gonna help me out?

- I don't have any money. - Huh?

I'm sorry.

The world's an absolute mess.

Have you noticed how many more homeless there are?

- Hm. - Homeless? Ha!

They're just lazy. Isn't that right, Father?

Some are fine souls.

But the truth is, most of them exhibit the sin of sloth.

Oh, dearie me...

Mrs. Presentación Santesmases de Olózaga died.

- Oh, the poor thing. - May the Lord bless her in all his glory.

And the marquis of Torrebejano.

He'd been struggling for a while.

He was even selling his dental fillings to pay the bills.

The man understood the importance of keeping his title.

Yes, for all the good it did him.

We true nobles are dropping like flies.

There are barely 3,000 of us left.

No one cares about nobility anymore, Dad. That's the sad truth.

Apologies! Am I late?

Mm... Of course, my dear, as always.

- Mother, I brought some pastries. - I'm on a diet.

Come on. Let's have lunch.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

Where is your head?

Thanks, Rosi.

Come on, now. You shouldn't speak to her like that.

- Yes, go on. You always take her side. - I haven't a clue what she did.

No, you wouldn't. You've never had a clue.

I was wondering if cousin Sonsoles

and her husband still come by on Saturdays.

I don't like to meddle in other people's affairs,

but I bet something is going on.

Haven't you heard? They're talking about it in all the clubs.

What?

José Manuel hired a private detective because, apparently, she's fooling around.

She was, but it's over now.

- How do you know that? - How do you know about the detective?

Because anyone who's anyone is talking about it.

What's the matter with you? You nervous?

Nervous? Me? No. Why would I be nervous?

Leandro...

You and Sonsoles were always, um... pretty close, weren't you?

What are you saying?

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

Do you know? I think you know.

- Mother, tell him to leave me alone! - Who is it, huh?

Uh, by the by, Leandro, you're finally selling the mansion?

No, we're not.

Oh. The other day, I was coming back from San Pedro Mártir,

and I saw a "for sale" sign out front.

- A "for sale" sign on the house? - Sorry, did you say, "for sale?"

Can we not discuss it?

I already told you, the mansion is not up for sale.

But what if I told you I found a prospective buyer?

Then I'd repeat what we discussed.

But do you know what they're offering? 5 million euros.

Who the hell would offer 5 million for a depreciating asset like that?

If you'd just let me finish, I'll tell you.

- Who is he, this prospective buyer? - She's a woman.

- Does she have a title? - Even better. Tons of money in oil.

- Honestly, I'm not sure about all this. - Father, I'm asking you. Give me a chance.

I've got a good feeling about her!

Okay, if what you're saying is true, then get us some proof.

Huh? Have her agree to sign a deposit contract. Okay?

- Yeah. Yeah! - Okay?

- Great. - What'd you say her name was?

Sofía Carrington, Hotel Royal.

Here. If you wanna write her a note.

"Dearest Sofía." So far, so good.

An excellent introduction.

- Was that sarcasm? - No. Of course not, sir.

All right. Um... "Dearest Sofía."

Uh... "After having had the immense pleasure of meeting you,

I would like to invite you to my country club."

It's a bit uptight, isn't it?

A bit, sir. Yes. I'd say so.

Fidel? Mm...

- Do you even know how to write? - Admittedly not well, sir.

But I manage, all the same.

- Another piece of paper? - Ah, yes. Thanks.

"To the radiant Sofía..."

What?

- Nothing, nothing. - Then pay.

It's past your bedtime. Let's get going. Quique.

- Five more minutes. Just till the end. - Come on. Move it, buster.

Let's go. Here.

- When's Daddy coming back? - Shh. It's bedtime.

I want him to come back from his trip.

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RENEWABLE ENERGIES PROFESSIONAL PROFILE

It's bizarre that she hasn't responded yet.

I sent the message ages ago.

It's only been three hours, sir. We must exercise patience.

Yes, you're right.

Hot dogs, Fidel? I just had hot dogs.

Were you hoping for pheasant under glass, sir?

My humblest apologies, but my pension can only stretch so far.

At least I provide something.

Yes?

- Hello. It's Leandro. - Ah, yes. Of course.

- How are you? You all right? - Yes, perfectly fine.

- Did you like them? - Like what?

The flowers. I sent an arrangement to your hotel.

Yes, I did. Thanks so much.

No harm done.

I imagine you have a lot on your plate. I can relate. Busy, busy.

Yes, I was, um... I was wrapping up a video call, actually.

- A hostile takeover? - Something like that.

And the note? Uh... does that sound like a plan?

- Works for you? - Of course it does.

I'll see you tomorrow, then.

Tomorrow? Well... I'll have to check my schedule.

- But perhaps. - I'll pick you up at 5:00?

Good for me. Fantastic.

- Um... - You're gonna love it.

I'm sure I will.

Love what?

You're so funny! What a woman.

Well, good night. See you tomorrow.

Fidel, were you eavesdropping from behind the door?

No.

- Where did he invite you, anyway? - No fucking idea, but it should be fun.

Hey. How's this one?

I don't see it, Conchi. Doesn't suit you.

- Will you let me enjoy this a bit longer? - But what are you after?

This'll be the last time. I swear. Hmm? You clean up, and I'll be back soon.

Okay?

On one condition. Leave the coat. All right?

Fine. I'll leave the coat.

You'll get us both into trouble, girl.

Good afternoon.

- Can I help you, ma'am? - No, thanks. I'm just waiting.

I'll ask you not to block the door, please.

- See you, Alfred. - Hi.

- How are you doing? - How are you?

- Quite the outfit for the country club. - Hm? Oh, I know.

I just came out of a meeting.

I'm so glad you could make it.

You must be busy at work.

- Busy as a bee. - Yeah.

My company is transitioning from oil to sustainable energy.

- That's interesting. - Mm-hmm.

- What's that process like? - I don't want to bore you.

You won't bore me.

- I never wanted this job, truth be told. - Oh?

- I wanted to be an artist. - Ah.

My degree was in fine arts, from Caracas.

- Was it? - Yes.

That's so funny.

I used to play guitar. I was young. It was years ago.

- Are you serious? - Yeah.

I was in a band.

- What? - Nothing. Nothing, sir.

Nothing at all.

I used to play tennis,

but now it's mainly clay pigeon shooting and golf.

- Are there horses here? - Uh, yes. In here.

- Can we? - Of course.

My family's always had horses. But these are the only ones left.

- Purebred, naturally. - Mm-hmm.

Our family used to have horses too. And I used to play polo.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

I still play if I have the opportunity.

- Well, we'll make sure we play. - Yeah.

- Are these all yours? - Ooh, yes, indeed.

What a beautiful girl. What's your name, sweetheart?

- Uh, Cookie! - Cookie. Hello, Cookie.

Hello, Cookie! Oh shit!

Fucking horse scared the hell out of me. Sorry.

Um... uh, why don't we... get a move on because... fucking horse.

- Hey. - You see?

They get nervous when they see me.

Yeah. They sure do.

- Come on. Let's get out of here. - Bye.

I hope you don't mind,

but I've had my lawyer drop a deposit contract.

- For what? - For the house.

Oh!

I didn't realize this was a business meeting, but, yes, sure.

Well...

- Why can't it be both? - Oh, oh! Look who's here.

Cotola!

Oh, Leandro! My favorite marquis!

We were beginning to think you weren't coming.

And who's your lovely friend? Introduce us, immediately.

Yes, of course.

Cotola Moscoso, Ritama Jameson-Valdelacerda...

Sofía Carrington.

- It's nice to meet you! - Ah.

- Oh! I... Sorry. - Oh!

How are you?

- I'm not much of a kisser. - No, of course.

Sofía is an investor in renewable energy.

- Oh, are you? How fascinating. - I say, you remind me of someone.

Did I see you at the Nuevo Futuro flea market?

- Possibly. Very possible. - She's been away from Spain.

- Mm-hmm. - Right.

How did your event go? Has it happened?

No, it's right now.

We're raising funds for multiple sclerosis research.

- Wow, great. - You didn't forget?

You haven't paid up yet. You're not getting out of it.

Of course, I know.

Don't let us down. You won't, will you, Monsalvos?

- We should get going. It's almost time. - Sure.

We'll be in soon.

- So lovely. - I know that girl. Her face rings a bell.

She certainly wasn't at last year's auction. And that coat...

- We don't have to go. - Oh no! No problem. It'll be fun.

Between you and me, I find these events so very tedious.

Maybe we should go somewhere.

Oh, well, it's such a worthwhile cause. But if you really wanna go...

I mean, yes, so worthwhile. I've donated thousands of euros, in fact.

If we could have your attention.

Thank you all for coming.

In a mere moment,

we'll begin auctioning off some beautiful items,

so generously donated by our partners for this fundraiser.

The first item up for bid is a fan made of polychrome wood.

Look at the stunning craftsmanship of the piece.

Now, this item has been appraised at 800 euros.

Do we have a first bid?

Here!

- What's that? - What?

- Going once... - I didn't say anything.

Going twice, and sold for 800 euros to Mrs. Elena Satrústegui.

Thank you for your support.

- You wanted to get out of here? - Oh, no. I didn't say that. I'm fine.

- But if you want to leave, that's okay. - If you insist.

- Leandro. - Oh. Hello.

Uh... Raquel, Sofía.

- Nice to meet you. - Oh, hi.

And Jaime.

Ah. Oh, you're...

It's okay. It happens all the time. Come here.

Hey, don't worry. It's normal.

- You've probably seen me on TV. - Uh... no.

Well, it has been years.

Right, but not on TV. I've seen you play from my company's box.

Really? What company? I mean, which box was it?

The, uh... the largest one.

Ah. I imagine you're here for the auction?

No, I didn't realize they were fundraising.

I just came to show Sofía my, uh... my horses.

The horses your family sold back in '89?

Oh, no, no. They weren't sold. Not all of them, anyway.

Let us continue on with a... a spectacular, um,

nickel tea set, beautifully plated in genuine silver.

You gonna make a bid? Huh? I'm taking something home for sure today.

- Oh! - Um...

I wasn't going to, but now you mention it, I'm starting to get the itch myself.

Who'll give me 1,800 euros?

Anyone? Lord Marquis?

Uh, what's happening?

- Don't like the set? - What's she saying?

- Anyone else? - Me! 1,800!

Oh! You meant me?

And sold to our absolute favorite striker, Jaime Lavanda.

- Let's go. - Always so generous. Thank you dear.

- I'll bid on the next one. - All right.

This next lot is very special.

It is truly one-of-a-kind. Unique.

Brought to us from Mexico by our dear Ramón de Lacy-Stuart.

Here we are.

Given this artifact is so unique,

we've given it a very special price as well.

Only 6,000 euros.

- Well, what do you think? - I love it. I think it's adorable.

It is, isn't it?

Let us not forget, we're all here

to support those affected by the debilitating illness

that is multiple sclerosis.

Lord Marquis, your generosity is legendary.

We'll sign you up for it, then, darling?

Um... Mm.

Well, I uh... uh... Uh...

Sure. Say no more.

And sold! To the generous Lord Marquis.

Good man!

We will now be taking a short break. We'll be right back.

I'll head to the bar. What are you drinking?

- A mimosa. - Mimosa. You?

- Oh, anything. - Whisky, maybe a beer?

- Sure, both. - Um... excuse me.

Yeah? Vanessa, what is it?

Where on earth did you find her? Or is she another cousin of yours?

You aristocrats just love "keeping it in the family," right?

Don't make me start airing your dirty laundry.

Please, go ahead.

We only got married after I pulled you out of the gutter, like Eliza Doolittle.

All so you could get your hands on my title.

What else did you think I wanted to get my hands on?

- Your enormous intelligence? - Right, here we are.

- Great, thanks. - Here's your mimosa.

- Thanks, darling. - Cheers to your big head!

- To that big head of yours. - I'm sorry, but I have to get going.

- Why? Something wrong? - It's fine.

- Are you okay? - Yes. My apologies.

Uh, excuse me.

Are you sure you're all right?

Perfectly. But if you don't mind, I'm just gonna grab a taxi.

Come on, now. Don't be silly. Fidel's already here.

We'll take you anywhere.

- Okay, fine. - Where to?

- What? - Where would you like to go?

- To the hotel? - Uh, what hotel?

- Oh, right. The hotel. - Okay, to the Royal.

Thanks.

Of course, obviously, the Olmec head statue is quite valuable.

Naturally. Uh, and it was for people in need.

Well, not the head, the money. The donation, rather, will help people.

- Meeting Raquel bothered you, didn't it? - Meeting who?

My ex.

- I don't speak much with her these days. - No, no. It's fine.

It's been a very long time. Besides, I broke up with her.

- So there's no hard feelings or-- - Leandro, I'm sorry.

Fidel, could you drop me off at the 12 de Octubre instead, please?

- Of course. That's no problem, Miss Sofía. - What's 12 de Octubre?

Uh, it's a hospital, sir. A public one.

Oh.

Yeah.

- Is something the matter? - Oh, no...

It's my... I forgot I have some tests scheduled today.

It's nothing serious.

You could have them done at the Clínica Universitaria de Navarra.

- Sure. - The director's a friend.

We were classmates at El Pilar. They're Opus Dei.

Which you may or may not agree with,

but you have to admit, they're the best there is.

OUTPATIENT SERVICES

Thanks so much for the lift.

- Would you like me to come in with you? - No, no.

- What now, sir? - Drive, Fidel.

- Have you seen this neighborhood? - It's the south side of the city.

What's wrong with it? Just get me out of here, now.

The south side. Pfft!

- Hey! - Hey, he's okay.

- Where is he? - Relax. He's inside. They'll call us.

- What happened to him? - He was doing his homework.

Then all of a sudden, he said, "My head hurts. My head really hurts."

- Then he almost passed out. - Did he throw up?

Yeah. Well, no.

He was gagging a lot, but nothing came out.

And then what?

That jacket's being picked up tomorrow.

Please don't start with me. It's not the time.

- Enrique Palacios? - Here, yeah! Quique. Quique.

Oh, honey. Are you okay?

You okay?

- Hmm? - Don't be worried.

We ran some tests, and he's perfectly fine.

- Oh, thank you. - You can bring him home.

See you.

What happened?

Did you make it up?

I'm sorry.

- Dammit... - Conchi...

- The kid's gonna be an actor one day. - I bet.

- Where does he get it from? - His father, obviously.

Well, maybe what the kid needs is to see his mom a bit more.

Hey, don't start with your lectures, okay? Not in front of him.

There goes my afternoon. What a waste of time.

Are you sure this is the right way, Fidel?

I don't know. Just back there it said "Los Poblados."

Oh no... Where have you taken me? I'll check the GPS.

No doubt this road will come out sooner or later at Avenue de Córdoba.

Oh no! We're going the complete wrong way.

To be fair, I'm not too familiar with the area, sir.

- But you're the chauffeur! I'm gonna die... - Now, let's try and stay calm.

Look at this. We wound up in the Bronx.

- Why are you stopping?! - Because there's a stop sign, sir. See?

The reception here is terrible.

- What's he doing, sir? - Must be one of those immigrants.

- Whoa, careful! He's got a weapon. - No, thank you! No, thanks!

- No! - No. Let him, let him, let him.

Sir, he'll scratch up the glass.

Fidel, take a breath. Don't let him smell your fear.

Easy does it. Nice and easy.

I don't have change. Do you have any, sir?

Why would I?

Why are you speaking French, sir?

I don't know. I guess it sounded less rude?

Oh my God, go! Drive!

Drive!

- Fidel. - Sir?

- My wallet! - What?

- He stole my wallet. - What?

That guy was a con man!

How could he have conned you out of your wallet when the window was closed?

You think a window's gonna stop a pro like him from getting in?

- Do you want me to go back? - Of course not.

- You'd make it worse. Just drive. - But what about your wallet?

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NAME LEANDRO ALFONSO

Mommy. I'm not tired. I can't sleep.

Why? What's wrong?

Why can't I see my friends on my birthday? I want to have a party.

Because I don't have money, Quique.

But, Mom, I really want to have a birthday party.

- Go to bed. I'll be in in a minute. - Okay.

Subtitle translation by: Soledad Etchemendy