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MARÍA ELENA BOHÓRQUEZ MIÑÁN R.I.P.

Hey, that's very nice.

You could have been a florist.

Are you going to speak at the funeral?

A few words, won't you?

You spoke at your father's.

I want a brief ceremony.

Don't worry.

I know very well the kind of masses your mother liked.

That's why I'm saying it, Federico.

What?

Something shorter.

Something simple, quiet.

Discreet.

Guille, are you all right?

I don't like funerals.

Nobody likes them.

Come here.

What's that?

It can't be.

Where are you going?

Guille! Where are you going?

- Look! - Well, I never...

What is it? A plane?

No, man. It's an H215.

What?

A Super Puma.

A helicopter.

HER MAJESTY

What are you doing here?

What do you think?

- The funeral is in four hours. - I know, so I came to keep you company.

Pilar, this isn't a state funeral.

I don't only go to state funerals.

Okay. But the helicopter does.

I can't take it if a regular person dies?

Only if a lot of regular people die all at once.

- Didn't they tell you? - No.

Who gave you permission?

If someone important dies, I think I can take the helicopter.

- My mother wasn't important. - She was to you.

I had to cancel the reception for the national water polo team.

I no longer keep your schedule.

I don't need explanations.

Someone over there wants something, I think.

Do you know him?

Yes, that's Father Federico.

- Yes. Let him through. - Thank you. You're very kind.

Hello, how are you? Welcome to Madrigales.

It's an honor to have you here.

If we'd known Your Majesty was coming...

- Royal Highness. - Royal Highness.

- Sorry? - Royal Highness.

Yes. "Majesty" is the King.

"Royal Highness" is his daughter.

Well, then welcome to Madrigales, Your Royal Highness.

Thank you very much.

I've been a close friend of Guille since we were kids.

We went to school together.

We were altar boys in this church.

Father, I'll take the Princess--

I officiated his wedding right here.

- You never told me! - Yes.

How about that?

I'm sure the mayor will want to hold a reception.

- There's no need. Thank you. - No.

I'd like to go unnoticed on this occasion.

And you're accomplishing that, clearly.

Gorgeous!

Long live the Princess!

- Hurrah! - Hello! Hi.

Princess!

- A photo with my granddaughter, please? - I'm going.

- Sure. - She's coming! I want a photo!

Gorgeous!

I like your town.

Because they called you "gorgeous"?

Because they cheered for you?

No. Because I think it's pretty.

I understand why you want to stay here.

- I don't want to stay because it's pretty. - Then why?

I don't have anywhere better to go.

You can always come back to the palace.

That's what I mean.

How are you doing?

She was old.

She'd been sick for a long time.

But that's not what I asked you.

I don't know.

I'm still not used to the idea.

Since it happened to me when I was little...

it's the reverse for me.

I have a hard time remembering my mother.

I see some images, a flash, but...

nothing concrete.

Of course, it happened to me

just at the time you begin to remember things.

But I don't remember the funeral at all.

- You don't remember the funeral? - No.

I was still working security.

I remember it well.

I think all of Spain remembers.

I know there's video...

on the internet,

but I don't know if I want to watch it.

Do you not even remember the necklace?

What necklace?

The magic necklace.

Don't tell me there's a magic necklace I don't remember.

What happened was we had to go to Almudena Cathedral,

and you were refusing...

- Sorry, I should be more formal-- - No. Speak to me informally.

- It's time you were less formal with me. - Okay.

Well then, you were refusing to leave your room.

And I came by to see if I could lend a hand,

and my idea was to give you something to distract you.

Don't tell me it was you who gave me the magic necklace.

It was one of those with red beads.

They gave it to me in Somalia. Who knows what it was made of.

And it worked?

It did.

You left your room, so there must have been something magical.

Where was my father?

- Thank you, Rebeca. - Thank you.

Goddammit!

Damn it!

So you're married?

Divorced.

She's very pretty. Does she live in town?

She's from Madrid.

She lives with a dentist in Chamberí.

It's just that the report I asked for from CNI didn't say you were married.

I wrote that report.

So why didn't you include that?

Seemed like a superfluous detail.

A marriage seems superfluous to you?

If you get divorced after six months...

yes, it is.

I see why she left you.

Who left whom is also a superfluous detail.

In other words, she left you.

It was mutual.

We barely saw each other. I was spending my life abroad.

I couldn't even tell her where I was.

It was untenable.

Do you regret it?

What I regret is having gotten married.

It can't be.

What's wrong?

Two croquettes left.

Are you hungry?

No, but you don't know what these croquettes are.

I say "croquettes," and you won't understand

because, of course, you just think of croquettes.

This is different.

I thought I would never eat them again.

Of course, my mother couldn't cook.

Someone had always cooked for her.

That's why her croquettes never made sense to me.

Why were they the only thing she cooked and how were they always so perfect?

What should I do?

Do I eat them?

I think you should eat them.

- It's what she would have wanted. - Obviously.

Dear brothers and sisters,

we've come together today to bid farewell to María Elena.

María Elena was at my first mass in this very church.

And since then, she always came when she could.

Until one Sunday, she couldn't come anymore.

I promised her son Guillermo that this would be a short mass,

but, Guille, I want you to know that sometimes we priests are forced to lie,

even if it's a white lie.

I want to tell you that not long ago, thanks to María Elena,

I thought I was seeing a miracle.

Look. A few months ago, that door opened.

I thought it was her.

I looked and I thought, "Well, this is a miracle."

"I'd been at her house two days earlier and she almost couldn't get out of bed."

But yes, it was her.

She'd come to tell me that her son had gone to work for the Princess of Spain.

She began to cry, and I began to cry with her.

You might ask, "Why you?" And I don't know.

But the fact is that we began to cry together.

We were crying tears of joy,

but also of sadness.

Sadness because we knew that this reason

was the only one that could give her sufficient strength to come here.

Yes, I believe it was.

Yes.

I believe, deep down, it was a miracle.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

- Amen. - Amen.

Thank you for coming.

I'm so sorry, son. She was a wonderful woman.

Thank you so much, my dear. Thank you.

- Guille, let's have a brandy at Eladio's. - Go ahead. I'm on my way.

Come on.

Let's go over there. Are you coming?

- Thank you very much, Pilar. - No, I loved being here.

It's been a big deal for the townspeople.

I didn't know it was so important to your mother.

Me neither.

- Well. - Leaving already?

Yes, I'm going to go. Why?

Because the croquettes have thawed.

You should eat them. They're the last ones.

That's why you can't go because they're the last ones.

- Damn! - What?

So good!

- Amazing, isn't it? - It's amazing.

I don't want to finish it.

There you are. Now.

- Slowly. - I'm not afraid of it!

Slowly. It's a brandy that Eladio distills here.

- It's completely illegal. - Do you know the things I've tried?

Yes, there's an Excel file on the subject at the CNI.

I'm not just talking about alcohol. I mean everything.

- The Excel file has several tabs. Right. - Okay.

- I don't think this could be worse. - Nor better.

- All right. Okay. - Carefully.

Slow-- Oh my God.

It's poison.

Wow! There it is.

What are you doing tomorrow?

Tomorrow... What am I doing?

Tomorrow... Well, I still have to work on some of my mother's paperwork.

And the day after?

Your Royal Highness.

I don't know.

Maybe for the first time you don't know what to do the day after tomorrow.

That's not true. I like uncertainty.

Sure.

I'm sure you have a plan for the next five years of your life, at least.

For years, I've been going non-stop. Maybe the time has come.

Right.

Eladio! Eladio!

Come on. Let's have another.

You know more than one makes you feel bad.

Your mother dying does feel bad.

- Do me a favor. Leave the bottle. - That's true.

Okay.

Has Isidro said anything to you?

Isidro? About what?

Well, he told me...

I know that he and your father will be back soon, but I don't know when.

No. I'm talking about us.

About how we've been doing the last few months.

No, nothing about that.

- No? - No.

Him not saying anything must mean we haven't been too bad.

How do you think we would've done?

Me as Queen, and you as Head of the Royal Household.

- Your Royal Highness... - What?

don't talk nonsense.

It's not nonsense, Guillermo.

We weren't far away from that.

Man.

We would've had our ups and downs.

Sure, but generally, it'd be good, right? Good.

Well.

- We would have done things. - Yeah?

What things?

Like...

What does it matter?

No. It might not matter to you, but it does to me.

Maybe it'll help me.

When you're Queen, you should renounce your immunity as Head of State.

- Yeah, right. Why would I do that? - It's a big deal.

You have to reform the Constitution. People don't understand that immunity.

They want us to be equals under the law. Not that it matters to me.

It should not matter to you either. You'll never be equal under the law.

I'm saying this because if you renounce your immunity,

your popularity will skyrocket.

But I'd still rather be disliked than go to jail.

Then don't do anything that would land you in jail.

I know, but I do things I think are normal that would be crimes for anyone else.

I'll put it another way, then.

Don't be like your father.

This hasn't just occurred to you.

You asked me.

Yes, but you'd been thinking about it.

Hey!

Closing time!

How can you close up when the Princess is here, man?

- Let's go. - Hooray for the Princess!

- Hip, hip... - Hooray!

- Let's go, Your Royal Highness. - Maybe they won't close because I'm here.

All of us in town are monarchists except for Eladio.

Okay.

Listen.

If you want to stay out a bit longer, I've got a place.

Don't think it's an afterparty.

- No, but are there drinks? - Well, there's wine.

Come on, Fede! That's communion wine!

- Come on, man! - Bring something to eat someday.

You only bring things to drink.

Give me a little more! Don't be stingy!

I need to save some for the consecration.

They're dreadful.

Sorry about the glass, Your Royal Highness.

- There's nothing else. - Thank you.

Let the Princess use the chalice.

Torrezno, really...

This glass is very nice.

I've drunk out of worse.

Worse than a plastic cup in a sacristy?

Yes. Out of a shoe.

They say drinking champagne from a high-heeled shoe

is glamorous and luxurious.

It's a lie. It's filthy.

Come on, Manuel. Cheer up and play something.

- What? - Our organ.

What organ?

The Princess is here and you're going crazy.

I'm just going out for a smoke. I'll be right back.

- You wouldn't do it if she wasn't here. - Play the national anthem.

Where's the organ?

Good. Hey!

I should've brought my accordion.

Your ideas are all terrible.

Let's say we could do everything you said.

- Your Royal Highness-- - Let's say we could.

- Would you come back? - I just can't do it.

If I order you to, you can.

Now, when your father comes back, they won't let you give the orders.

I don't mean now.

I mean when I'm Queen.

The Queen...

can't do whatever she wants either.

My father has been doing whatever he wants for years.

But he's King.

You'll be Queen. It seems the same, but it's not at all.

You'll be under a magnifying glass.

They'll analyze the smallest movement you make.

Yeah.

Then I'll need lots of help.

You'll have 207 people under your supervision.

Yes, but no one with your ability to foresee everything.

I can't foresee everything.

When I came here, it didn't even faze you.

- It did a little. - But you knew I would come.

Not in the helicopter.

- Guillermo, you're born for this job. - I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, but... - You are!

No. The only one here who was born for their job is you.

Come back to the palace with me. Please.

Finish what you need to do here in town

- and come back to the palace. - Pilar...

believe it or not, I've thought about it.

I believe it. Of course I believe it.

I'm sure you've made lots of lists of pros and cons.

There have to be lists.

Don't laugh. Making lists is very important.

I've told you a thousand times.

Was how happy your mother would've been

if you were Head of the Household on the list?

It's point number one on the pros.

And point number one on the cons?

Well... Your father.

In a few months, he'll be gone.

What do you think? That he'll leave on good terms?

"I'm so sorry."

"I was wrong."

"It won't happen again."

"Here's your crown."

No, I don't think it'll be on good terms.

You say that because you had a few of Eladio's shots.

And I wish I'd had them sooner.

Can I at least call you if there's some big mess?

In what capacity?

As a childhood friend.

- Almost. Almost there, huh? - Yeah!

Very nice.

ROYAL FAMILY'S FAREWELL

FUNERAL OF HER MAJESTY QUEEN CAROLINA ROYAL PALACE

- Is it urgent? - Yes and no.

It should be soon.

I want to speak with the banks first.

When did we arrange to meet them? On Wednesday?

Wednesday...

we'll go to Zaragoza.

We can come back at night, but there won't be time.

On Thursday, I'd prefer to do nothing.

We can leave it for Friday, then.

I imagine they won't have a problem with that.

Pili!

Pili!

Pili. Pili.

I'm home now.