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Ah!

Mama!

Go protect your mother. Go, go!

El comandante Alvarez Rodriguez,

...we are here to pacify

any reluctant hideouts between Morocco and Spain,

choose your son and heir,

or your wife who can bear you more heirs.

Take me and spare them.

Mátale.

-How are you doing? -Good.

So I was told that we'd be able to find happiness,

I'm not feeling too happy after that.

Hmm. Expectations.

Expectations.

I was talking about the bliss that comes from being

free from attachments and expectations.

People who live their life with the goal of the pursuit of

happiness seldom ever find it.

There is great conflict within you,

and peace is the absence of conflict.

So what? Become a pacifist?

Pacifism is nonsense.

Sometimes you must engage in conflict in order to end it.

Everyone else already seems to be in such a peaceful state,

is something wrong with me?

Discord is not uncommon for those who are not aligned

or disconnected from their roots.

Do you understand that?

But you said detachment was essential.

Meaning, letting go of material things that bind you

to one space and one time.

But disconnection is like the lonely astronaut with

the cut cord floating forever through empty space.

It is worse than attachment.

Look, I came here to make connections to the more subtle

things and the higher planes of consciousness, right?

Look, any of my achievements,

my wealth, the influence I've gained,

none of it means anything to me anymore. Why?

This is not a packaged tour where you can ask

for your money back if you don't discover inner peace.

People come here for an orientation of the soul,

and that would appear to be exactly what you've lost.

I cannot answer the questions

that you do not already know the answer to.

I am simply a gatekeeper,

opening a door for you to walk through.

But it is you who has to walk through that door.

So wherever your vision takes you

is a real place with real answers.

You must go there.

Trace your roots.

A vision cannot be a place that you have never been.

Well, I've never been to a castle in the Moroccan desert.

Well, maybe not in this lifetime.

You'll have to go further back than that.

Come.

The gate is now open.

This will not be your last vision.

This is simply your subconscious mind guiding you

in the direction of what you see.

Happiness is the occasional accidental byproduct

of the correct pursuit of peace.

Never forget that.

Hey, I know you guys were going to make a move

on Siduri Energies.

I would have called my broker. You know, next time, give me

-a heads up on that, huh? -Oh, so...

I don't think I can do this anymore.

What?

Nothing. What do you think?

Good evening, Senator.

Thank you so much for coming.

Beautiful piece, right?

NAME Beauty? Is that what you see?

To be honest, I got this collection at an art Basel

last year, but I don't know who the artist is.

And why would you describe it as beautiful?

Well, these men's bodies, they're contorted.

Like they're under some kind of weight or constraint.

Their faces have known joy in a very specific kind of a way.

Like, almost like they know of love,

but have none.

And you find that beautiful?

Well, perhaps compelling is a better word.

Hmm. Mahi Binebine.

Alec Touati.

No, the artist. His name is Mahi Binebine.

- He's from Morocco. - Alec.

I was just having a...

Just having a good conversation with this guy about painting.

Do you know the artist, Moroccan?

There he is, the boss,

the friend that made us a lot of money.

Alec Touati.

How are we doing today?

Amazing.

So, I know that we've barely had a moment to bask

in the glory of our latest conquest.

But as we know, our brand is now being sandbagged

in the press by environmentalists.

Look, we got Siduri Energies for a song because gas and oil

is the least publicly supported sector

of the entire economy.

And, yes, that includes arms and pharma.

So, Laura...

I've decided that we should pivot and put

all of our profits into solar.

I know, I know.

Not very profitable in the short term,

but ten years from now.

Just look at the data.

Thank you.

-Too soon? -Yeah.

Come with me.

We just brought in a billion dollars on a deal that is

the opposite of what you just presented.

How can we sell this to the shareholders?

Well, our shareholders aren't the only shareholders

in the world, okay?

Besides, most of them are still living in the 80s like

nothing has any consequences.

Whose kid is that?

Alec, this is serious right now.

If you can't get them behind me on this, I'm out.

What the hell are you talking about?

Drama is not really your strong suit.

-Put it to a vote. -No way.

You lose.

You lose.

My parachute is one third, remember?

I can do this on my own if I wanted to.

Put it to a vote.

Make them commit to a position.

We don't need to drag things out.

He's here. Okay.

Thank you, Steve. I'll call you back.

I quit today.

No more douchey rich guys

talking about money or the stocks or...

Alec!

I'm in trouble.

You quit? Just like that?

Well, it's been on my mind since the retreat, if I'm honest.

Without telling me?

I'm talking to you.

Look, my heart wasn't in it anymore, okay?

You mean more time for you doing things behind my back?

Oh, come on, Nina.

Do you have any idea how relationships work?

I don't understand what's going on with you.

You're completely distant since you came back

from this ayahuasca retreat.

I hope you find whatever you're looking for.

-Hi. -Hello, sir.

Alec Touati, are you going to check me in?

Welcome to the memory apartment.

Thanks.

How are you doing?

Can I get like a nice scotch or something?

Thanks.

Hello, buddy. You good?

I'm fine, I'm fine. I just...

I'm fine.

Don't die on us, man.

Right before I lost control of the buggy, I saw...

I saw a castle.

- Why is it on your tour? - Castle?

There is no castle around here.

It was a castle. It was on the edge of the dunes, but...

-I saw it. -I assure you.

If there were a castle,

I would happily add it to the tour.

Yeah, this is...

That's what I saw.

Who gave you this?

I drew it.

You drew it just like that, from your imagination?

Not exactly, but...

Well, yes, actually.

But this is what I saw, right before I crashed.

This palace was built in 1840, by Prince Illuminati.

What happened to it?

During the Spanish invasion, they and pilfered.

And over time, much of the artifacts have been reserved

in the shadows of the European rules.

And once in a while, in a museum.

But the crown jewel of the Illuminati palace

has never been accounted for.

The crown is neither a crown nor a jewel.

It is a sword, sworn to the heir of Prince Illuminati.

The very sword he insisted to be beheaded with.

That's why I'm here.

I'm meant to find it.

Why do I get the sense you don't think I'm crazy?

If you ask any of the women here,

they tell you that the caretaker can speak to the dead.

So there must be something to it.

So where is it?

It's not very far from here,

but certainly not where you had the accident.

The Saudi princess tried to have it rebuilt,

but she left before completing the work.

How long has it been vacant?

I will not use the term vacant,

but at least 20 years now.

As a matter of fact,

I know the banker who has the tank list task of selling it.

He says that for many years now, he couldn't even give it away.

Why is that?

Haunted.

He says that every time he takes new buyers,

something strange happens, and then they back out.

But apparently he's got someone new who is interested.

Omar?

If you want, I can take you

there and meet the caretaker.

He can take you around. He's a nice guy.

How does that sound?

That sounds great. Yeah.

Um, I'm--

You wanna go see my future castle, huh?

Ibrahim, why don't you take the rest of the group

back to Marrakech?

I can take you and meet the old man.

That will save you a good hour.

Yeah, yeah, great.

We're buying out all the other boogie renters in the area.

We're also opening a McDonald's and making it

a little more modern.

But the locals don't mind you basically

bastardizing an ancient landmark?

Listen to you.

I'm an entrepreneur.

And no one gives a shit about an empty palace.

I'm creating jobs, I'm bringing in tourists,

and I'm paying taxes.

If you want to call that bastardization, fine.

But it's people like me that rule the cold economies.

I mean, in the end, what good is a so-called

heritage if there's no one around to enjoy it?

Right.

So Ibrahim mentioned a ghost

that likes to interfere in the negotiations.

Yeah, you know what? I've been there.

Some weird shit goes on in that place.

I don't know if it's just in a scene screened with people

because he doesn't want to lose his home.

But for those who actually believe in these ghost stories,

and from a commercial standpoint,

that's not necessarily a bad thing that it's haunted.

It just needs to be crowded and noisy all the time.

So you got your finances in place, etc.?

It's not done yet.

I still have to find another financial partner.

Well, I can get the bank to agree to cover the cost

as a business loan and buy them out later.

And what's to stop the bank charging you a fortune

if they know you're already committed?

They need to hold an auction to justify the bid,

to avoid it looking shady.

And who's going to show up to that auction?

No one.

I'll be able to buy the whole place outright

for the price of a couscous.

Yeah, that's not a bad plan, actually.

Papa!

You're not coming?

Hell, no.

-What are you doing? -Shh!

Listen.

Schubert?

But unless the ghost knows how to play piano,

I'd say the old man is home.

Okay.

Thanks for the ride.

Are you looking for something?

Pardon the intrusion. I, uh...

I was just hoping to look around.

If you're from the bank, I've already told Mr. Cohen

a dozen times, you must call ahead.

No, no, I'm not interested in buying the castle. I, uh...

Well, as you can see, it's mostly empty, and run down.

I guess I've just come to admire it.

Well, there's a nice, um, view from the tower.

This way.

No doubt this place has countless stories to tell, huh?

I wouldn't know, I'm just the caretaker.

You'd know more than me.

Hello?

I'm very popular today.

Um, I have a visitor.

Would-- Would you mind if I just looked around a little more?

No, just stay with-- in this half.

I wouldn't want you to get lost.

-All right. -Hmm.

Thanks.

Take care of our son, my love!

No!

-You cannot go back there! -Oh, shoot!

Sorry, um...

Sorry, I-- I-- should go.

Thank you, I've taken up too much of your time.

Hmm.

Hey!

Well, I wish I could be as confident as you

that the sale will never happen, but I'm not.

I told you I don't want to talk about this any longer.

Why do you keep asking me about this?

This ancient history?

Papa, I'm not-- I'm trying to tell you.

And I would appreciate it if you call your friend at the bank.

At least he understands you.

- Hi. - Hi.

I-- I was hoping to, uh...

Can-- Can I get a massage, this one?

Uh, one second, please.

Great, thanks.

Please, follow me.

Okay.

You can just put your clothes on the chair over there.

Someone will be with you shortly.

Okay, all right, thank you.

Hi.

How are you today?

I'm good.

Relax.

That's great.

Ah!

You okay? Did I hit something?

No.

No, sorry, I think I, uh...

I think I fell asleep.

- I see. - Weird dream. Sorry.

Do you want me to continue?

Yes, please.

So, what's your name?

Hanna.

Hanna.

- Yes. - It's a pretty name.

Do you have any foreigners coming in

off the street like me?

This is Marrakesh.

There's a lot of tourists.

I'm Alec, by the way.

Nice to meet you, Alec.

I'm sorry, um...

Have we met?

No. I don't think so.

It's just you seem really familiar to me.

Look, if you're not going to let me do my job,

then I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

You would not be the first person

coming here for more than a massage.

Oh, no, no, no, that-- that's not why I'm here.

-I'm-- -So you want something.

But not that.

But not the massage, either.

It's, uh...

It's hard to explain.

Just, let me get dressed.

Um...

What are you really here for?

Is it that bloody castle?

Are you a developer?

Are you a lawyer?

Okay.

Yes, it's about the castle, but I'm not with any

of those people that are bothering you.

I'm just, I'm trying to find out more about the palace.

It's personal. I, um...

I was hoping the caretaker could offer some answers,

but in the end I just ended up with more questions.

Wait, so you met my father already?

Did you follow me here?

This is really creepy.

-I know. -Look.

I don't want any trouble.

I'm sorry if I was rude to you, but now you have to go.

Wait, please let me explain. I-- I-- I had an, um--

an experience.

Even if I was interested in your story, which I'm not...

I saw the Prince Amnati.

Look, I had...

a vision, okay?

Of the Prince, the castle.

It was horrible, intense. It was...

it was so real, it was like I was there.

Look, I left my girlfriend, my business, my home.

Because it feels like I'm supposed to be here.

Like, like, the castle is calling to me.

Or something. And I know that that sounds insane.

But it's the truth.

Look, if you're trying to gain my sympathy

with your stories of visions and ghosts

just to get to my father, well, shame on you.

My father, his stories, everything he's talking about,

these talking spirits, it's not real.

It just gives him comfort.

In real life, he couldn't stop fate.

But in this world, he feels like he can make a difference.

I don't want to see him taken advantage of.

It's not what's happening.

With all due respect, just let this be.

I'm sorry. I didn't, uh...

It wasn't my intention to cause any trouble.

Have a pleasant day, Mr. Alec.

Fuck.

What did you mean when you said you belonged to the castle?

I wish I could answer that, but, um...

I've never understood less in my life.

Look, I meant everything I said.

But I know a whistle when I see one.

I believe you believe what you're saying.

My father believes what he's saying.

Everybody around here, they all believe in some ghost

or whatever they need to get through the day,

and that's okay with me.

I don't want anything to do with it.

I can hear a "but" coming a mile away.

But...

I...

You've said something that I've heard before.

About what?

Well, my father, he wasn't told

that one day a guy would come who belongs to the castle.

He was told that the castle belongs to the guy.

Told by who?

The castle.

Look, obviously, if you're here,

you're not going to just get back on your little private jet.

So I'll tell you everything I know about the place.

And you'll see, it's just a castle like any other.

Right.

Where are you staying?

At the-- At the Mamounia.

Well, I'll meet you there.

After work.

Thank you.

Madame Hanna. How lovely to see you again.

Have you reconsidered our proposition

to supervise our spa services?

Actually, I'm quite happy where I am.

-Thank you. -Of course you are.

Certainly, you've always preferred

to do things your own way.

Money and the dignity that comes with independence

are rarely compatible.

Yet, the invitation remains an open one.

As much as I would love to stay here

and talk to you about nothing, Mr. Bélet,

I have a rendezvous with Mr. Alec Touati.

And I would hate to make him wait.

Mr. Touati is staying in La Suite Al Mamoun.

I believe it is the same one your mother stayed in.

If I'm not mistaken.

Alec.

You ready?

Many years ago, my father was the pianist at the lounge here.

Did your mother work here too?

No.

She was a guest.

With her husband.

The Saudi prince.

The Saudi prince. So...

So, wait a minute.

Your mother is the famous Saudi princess?

But Nassim is your father, so...

Yes.

She was Moroccan by birth.

She dreamed of being a concert pianist.

But my grandparents were poor, and very traditional.

At 14, she was performing at the fundraiser for poor families.

It was even shown on television.

My grandmother believed her gift

would attract gentlemen of a higher class.

Unfortunately, she was right.

This is a jazz lounge, Nassim.

We've already talked about this.

You have a list of songs we want you to play.

Please, stick to the list.

Jean-Jacques Goldman, this is jazz, to you?

Well, neither is Mozart.

Schubert.

Of course, I knew it was Schubert.

But this is not the point.

If it were my decision, we would just put on

an audio cassette, and you would be out on the street.

Mr. Belét.

Oh, Mr. Goodman.

The princess was enjoying the beautiful classical music.

His Highness wishes to keep her happy.

Your Highness, it's Schubert.

My favorite composer, as well.

Schubert.

Stick to Schubert.

I-- I don't know, he just doesn't strike me

as a romantic type.

Well, you'd be surprised.

You know, he told me a lot about those days.

It was love at first sight,

like in one of those old romantic movies.

And now it's swipe left, swipe right.

So, how did your father charm a princess

away from her life of luxury?

Well, being a princess is no fairytale.

And my father was a handsome, charming musician.

Now you understand my doubts.

Hmm.

Old romantic movies, huh?

Yeah.

So who was the star?

Your father or your mother?

I would say a little bit of both.

Hi.

A glass of white wine, please.

You were here last year with your husband.

Yeah, you remember.

I do, I remember your eyes.

You know, my manager was asking me to play something poppy

for the guests, but you told him

-you wanted me to play-- -Schubert.

Wow, you know your music.

-What do they call you? -Noor.

Noor.

I'm Nassim.

Nassim.

You're here on your own this year.

Yeah, my husband is very busy elsewhere.

But you are here every day.

Mostly, yeah.

You know what?

Out of all the things guests want me to play,

you're the first person that's asked me to play

something I like playing.

-I don't believe that. -I'm serious.

I would never lie about music.

Just about music?

If you come by tomorrow,

I will play whatever you want me to play.

Sounds lovely.

Wow.

Not bad, huh?

It's beautiful.

Would you like a drink?

I have a better idea.

Okay.

You ever try it?

Rock and hash.

I heard it's some of the best stuff in the world.

Is it legal?

Everything is forbidden, yet everything is done.

Right.

So does all this mean that you're some kind of...

half-princess or what?

It doesn't work like that.

And I wouldn't want to be.

I was wondering how they, um...

You know.

Well, you have no idea how much these two had to do

just to be alone.

Well, I'm sure this is kind of shabby

compared to what your husband shows you.

On the contrary, this place,

I mean, even in ruins, feels so much more peaceful.

Yeah, it is.

So why did this place never sell?

I guess it hasn't found its rightful owner.

What do you mean?

Well, many buyers have come, but they always get discouraged.

What about your family?

Well, my family's moved on from this region.

My father, I never really knew, but he was an American musician

my mother met in.

And my mother passed away when I was a teenager.

And I'm an only child.

You know what's the good thing about being an only child?

Is that you never have to share your toys.

Spoiled.

So, how did this place become yours?

It's not mine, um...

Legally, I'm allowed to stay here until there's an owner.

Wait, you live here?

There's djinns in here?

It's not like white sheets floating around.

But there definitely is a presence here.

I'm not sure.

Why don't they just leave this place?

Maybe it's a lost memory they're trying to recapture.

Maybe there's someone that they feel that they need to protect.

Listen, I'm not religious.

All I know is that I often feel that

I'm summoned to deliver messages.

This is so beautiful.

Yes, you are.

Why do I feel like I always belong here?

If that's how you feel, then it's because you do belong here.

With me.

Let me ask you something.

Why so doubtful your father can communicate with ghosts?

Wouldn't you be?

And by the way, he would never use the word ghost.

Okay.

And, uh, I know I only met him briefly,

but he definitely didn't seem like he was... crazy.

If anything, I'm the crazy one here.

Yes.

That's my theory, too.

So then what?

Then she bought the castle.

She bought the castle? Just like that?

Well, it depends who you ask.

My father's version might be a little bit more...

entertaining.

The piano guy.

And what is your affiliation with the property?

I made a promise to the estate that I'd look after the place.

Well, the arrangement is

a little more complicated than that, wouldn't you say?

Her Highness is interested in acquiring the property

if the price is reasonable.

She is concerned that the cost of the...

necessary rehabilitation will be prohibitive.

Well...

That is quite reasonable.

I find it curious that no one has made an offer

if that is the correct number.

What's the catch?

You're right. There are some, uh...

unusual conditions for the sale.

The States can make the transaction

an extended bureaucratic nightmare

if there is concern about the cultural integrity of the site.

So, whatever Her Majesty plans to do with it,

the palace must remain essentially intact.

You can forget about the swimming pools and discotheques.

And... and there is one more thing.

There is, um, an element.

An element?

Yes, uh, an element.

As much as we like clothes, I must be transparent with you.

This property might not be worth the trouble.

There have been 20 interested buyers

since I've been with the bank.

Obviously, this means 19 prospective buyers

before you have passed.

Element?

Yeah.

Yes, the element.

The castle wishes to convey that the princess...

is always welcome within these walls.

It will seem, should you still wish to proceed,

that the sale of the castle has just been approved.

Congratulations, Mr. Goodman.

I will turn this place into a shrine devoted to you.

And all the forbidden lovers,

long after we're gone, will come here.

That smile.

So, the whole castle being a live thing...

you don't buy it?

Why would he lie?

The ghost of Prince Amnati?

Yeah.

Because country folks are very superstitious.

I'm skeptical too.

After the past few weeks,

I'm starting to think that

there's some things you can't always explain.

Well, good for you.

I had religious garbage shoved down my throat

since I was a child by people who said

they were my family but killed my mother.

Thank God I inherited from her the ability to think for myself.

It was hell keeping this a secret.

How did you...

You're amazing.

It's such an amazing story.

It's like, um...

I don't know. People don't...

just meet and fall in love like that anymore. It's...

Now it's apps and everything seems so much more calculated.

I didn't meet my boyfriend through an app.

I met him through friends at the club.

You got a boyfriend, huh?

Well...

technically we're...

we're married, but it's complicated.

Jesus Christ.

I'm just kidding.

For a second there, I thought I was, like,

the Nassim in this story.

I'm not seeing anyone.

Good.

Do you think our...

this construction is gonna be done before this baby comes?

Because I'm a little worried.

Don't worry, my love.

It's all gonna work out.

Could you ask your friend what's gonna happen?

My invisible friends?

I don't think it works like that.

You have to try.

To believe our future is predetermined

is a bit much for me, you know?

So you think our soul continues to exist somewhere after we die?

Yes.

Do you think our fate is written?

I don't think the future is written for anyone.

I'm not even sure if God knows.

All I know is that I love you...

and I'm very happy.

I wish I shared your optimism.

Right now he's infatuated with some Lebanese heiress and...

that could change at any moment.

I don't understand why he just doesn't pay everything outright.

Wouldn't that be easier for him?

Because he's not stupid.

Money is how he controls everything.

And I'm still expected to be an ambassador for his family.

That's why he indulged in any of this project at all.

You just carry on doing what you're doing.

You don't see the big deal?

No.

Nassim, you can be so naive sometimes.

Not everything can be fixed with a motorcycle and a song.

Yeah. Sorry, that was really unfair.

I'm frustrated too.

Yeah, I just want to be out of here

and spend all of my time in that castle alone

away from all these nosy people.

I do beg your pardon, your highness.

There seems to be an administrative...

discrepancy on your accounts.

Oh, our warmest congratulations, your highness.

Mr. Goodman,

we had no idea his highness

was expecting a new member to his family.

Hey.

- It's pretty good. - Yeah.

Wait, babe, who was that?

Come, let's go back in.

-Come. -Go, go, go.

I'm coming.

You want some pictures?

Huh? Huh?

Huh? Do I know you?

Huh? Do I know you?

And you say she was with someone?

Yeah. With a local guy.

Has anyone else seen these?

I picked them up from the developer

and came straight here.

Your highness.

Your highness.

Oh, hi.

I thought the work will be much further along than this.

Just like any big project, it's a little late.

Yeah, but on the expenses, you're very much ahead, ma'am.

Certainly ahead of the wire transfer

from your husband, the prince.

They've often been late.

This time we've been informed by the secretary of the prince

that the transfer is now suspended.

I'll call my husband.

I encourage you to do so, your highness.

We now have an unpaid debt

and we will hate to have to put

an unfinished building up for sale in order to collect.

Of course.

-Oh. Thank you. -Thank you.

He's not picking up again

since that stupid photographer took a picture of us.

Don't lose faith, especially not right now.

Unless there's a miracle, it's pretty much over.

They will take away our child.

No.

You know that adultery is punishable by death.

Don't even say that.

Words have spells.

We were meant to be together.

I have no doubt in my mind, as long as we're here,

within these walls, we're protected.

Yes, that's right. See that smile?

-I need your help. -Lieutenant.

I cannot.

It's flagrant conflict of interest.

The castle is under my name.

I'm the owner, you're the lawyer.

If anything happens to me, I want the castle to go to him.

But, Your Highness, why would anything happen to you?

Your husband is traditional, but he is not cruel.

Stop. We both know what this means.

Please, Your Highness, just talk to him.

Like a businessman, not as a wife.

I'm sure you can reach an arrangement.

I prefer not to be involved.

Can you just be a human being for a second?

My husband is happily married to his fourth wife.

I served all his functions for his Moroccan businesses.

This man right here is gonna be the father of my child,

and I wanna spend the rest of my life with him.

I'd rather die than rot away in some golden palace.

Please, Your Highness, these matters

are outside my area of expertise.

Okay.

What about I sign away all my profits?

That's tens of millions of dollars.

Draw the papers and file them today.

-Please, Your Highness, I-- -Today.

Yes, Your Highness.

Give me a moment.

Nassim, in the future,

you might wanna use your gift for profit,

because once this baby comes,

we're gonna be on our own for money.

I didn't ask for this gift.

It'd be wrong for me to use it for money.

Using your gift to provide for your family is not profiting.

My husband's interest is against ours,

and we're gonna have to do whatever it takes to survive.

Come on, we have to go.

- What? - Let's get out of here now.

- What? - Come now. Let's go.

Okay, okay. All right, all right, all right.

It's just. Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Just take it easy. It's okay, Noor.

Just take it easy. Take it easy, take it easy.

- Nassim! - It's okay, Noor.

Get your hands off of her! It's okay, Noor. It's okay.

- Nassim! - Get your hands off of her!

Nassim!

Noor! Noor!

Why did you do this?

Nassim!

You know what they'll do to her.

How could you do this?

You know what they'll do to her.

You know what they'll do to her!

Nassim!

Why are you here?

Conscience.

I thought they taught you lawyers not to have those.

I wouldn't imagine you get many visitors.

You have the distinct honor of being the first.

So you don't know anything.

What is there to know?

The good news is...

the birth went without any complications.

You have a daughter.

She'd be about seven now.

What is her name?

Hanna.

And my Noor?

She's dead, isn't she?

The prince was most merciful.

She was not executed.

But they...

wouldn't let her see her daughter.

And confined her to a remote palace.

She became depressed, and, well, lost hope, and...

When she committed--

When she passed...

the prince found out that she had...

signed over the castle to you.

He could've destroyed the document that day,

and he did not.

He said the castle was just a symbol of humiliation for him,

and he doesn't want it.

He said we all lost something.

I took the liberty of completing the paperwork for your release

that someone should be here soon to accompany you out.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

I hope you'll be able to move on...

and restart your life...

in peace.

Me too.

You were supposed to protect her!

You're amazing.

Why have you forsaken me?

Answer me!

Growing up in the palace as the illegitimate daughter

of the prince, that was pretty lonely.

Everybody in his inner circle knew who I was,

but they never talked about it.

For the sake of his reputation,

I received some of the benefits of his children,

but... never got any love.

Then one day, everything changed.

My nanny told me the truth about my real father.

I decided I had to escape.

I was almost never allowed out of the palace,

so I had to rely on the servants to help me.

If they got caught, they could have had their hands cut off.

Thankfully, there was an extensive underground network

devoted to ripping off the royal family,

and I took advantage of it.

Then one day, I felt I had enough to escape.

Okay.

You can come back with me.

Just breathe.

Yeah.

- But how is that even possible? - Hmm.

I was with him.

- I felt him. - Oh...

Did he say anything more?

I don't talk with the deceased.

I try to understand the messages they want to convey.

It's not always precise, but, um...

the ones who have passed on

understand us more than when they were alive.

How do you feel?

-Good. -Good.

All right.

Shall we?

All right.

-Thank you. -My pleasure.

- No... - Using your gift

to provide for your family is not profiting.

Please, accept my gratitude.

Thank you.

This man is... gifted.

Baba.

I wanna introduce you to my friend.

We've already met.

We've been waiting for you for a long time.

Good to see you again.

Yeah, don't worry about it. Um...

Happens all the time.

Okay.

Here, have a seat.

Sure. Uh...

Here, yeah?

You don't have to be so tense.

Hell of a day, isn't it?

Yeah, drink.

Oh, thanks.

You know, um...

...I've been seeing this-- this boy.

These visions.

Who is he?

A ghost?

Let's call it a spirit, for lack of a better term. Hmm?

This spirit appears to you in the form of a little boy,

who is the son of the man that built that castle.

The heir to the Prince Amnati.

The real question is,

who has the spirit inhabited all of these centuries...

up until now, and why?

I just--

I need to know why I'm here, why...

this is happening to me.

The spirit hasn't communicated with me since you arrived.

But what was revealed to me...

was that it's been through a very long journey.

I am Commandante Alvarez Rodriguez.

Your leaders have sued for peace,

and we are here to pacify any reluctant hideouts

between Morocco and Spain.

Prince Amnati, the battle is over and the war is lost.

I'll give you a choice for preserving your legacy.

Choose your son and heir,

or your wife, who can bear you more heirs.

Just take me.

Take my life, and spare them.

Have mercy.

Take care of our son, my love!

No!

Venga.

- Matarle. - Wait.

Use my sword.

Only the greatest of leaders understand that

not all battles must be fought and won by themselves alone.

Through generations, the wandering soul

that inhabited the body of Amnati's heir would one day

get his revenge on the Commandante

who helped the Spanish vanquish Morocco.

The soul found no peace in more bloodshed.

Many women, like Noor and Hanna, have made great sacrifices

to protect the soul of the Amnati boy.

The seed that you have always been meant to carry

and pass on to your future son

is not just the story of a sword,

conquering warlords, and a wandering soul.

We better go to your library.

Every generation deserves an icon to look to

for inspiration and hope for a better future,

and it seems that this person is to be your son.

And now that you and the soul of Amnati

are to join and become one, your journey has come to an end,

and this country's great legacy may continue on.

The boy, he, uh--

he showed it to me the last time I was here.

Well, when they do that, it's usually for a good reason.

Only the absence of conflict can offer solace,

because happiness is the accidental byproduct

of the pursuit of peace.

Another word for this is "love."

My lord...

that belongs to you.

The castle can be restored to its rightful heir.

Amir?

Yes.

But you have to take care of it...

until he's old enough.

Let's get this over with.

Yes.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have the beautiful cask of Prince Amnati.

Starting bid is at 200,000. Do I hear 200,000?

200,000. Do we have a 250?

250, 250. Do I hear three?

300, 300, 300,000. Very good.

Would you like 400, 400?

400,000 euros. So we have 400. Do we have 450?

One million.

One million euros. Thank you, sir.

Do we have any more?

Double.

Double.

Two million euros.

Two million.

Going once, going twice...

sold to the gentleman in the back.

Congratulations.

Fuck that. For that much, I may as well just build a new one.

Hey, if you, uh-- if you need help with the findings for that,

-I'm your guy. -Really?

No, fuck off.

That's not a toy.

But Papa said it belongs to me.

Hmm?

Indeed it does.

Indeed it does.

Come.

Play. Play my song.