You have something that belongs to me. You won't leave until you return it.
Where is the letter? Give it to me. -No.
Where did you hide it? -I had to see for myself that it was gone.
Did you find it? -No.
Do you want that letter? Tomorrow at 8 in the linen room.
I hardly recognize you, Cristina. Stealing, blackmailing, lies.
You weren't like that. You used to be kind and sweet.
I think she's dead.
Where did you find the body? -As I told you, in the linen room.
Is it my sister? -She's dead.
She passed out from the gas and hit her head as she fell.
Grand Hotel
She'll be fine here, until the gravediggers take her away.
Bring some water to clean her.
She wasn't a good woman...
but even the whore of Bethany received the Lord's compassion.
No soul should go to the final judgment without a wake and prayers.
Even if she ends up in a mass grave.
I'm really sorry. I wish I could do something.
If my mother or don Benjamín see you...
Then what, Andrés? Aren't we people too?
'I'm sorry, don Benjamín, my sister just died...
but I'll clean this all up and bring tea to room 33, don't worry.'
Señorita Alicia.
Andrés, please.
episode 12
Julio.
I'm really sorry, Julio.
I don't understand, Alicia.
As much as I try to, I don't understand.
What was Cristina doing here? We were about to leave this place.
Why did she come back?
The gas spigots were open.
And the lights were off. A disaster could have happened.
A disaster did happen. My sister's dead.
I know.
I'm sure it was an accident.
You mean she brought it on herself? -No.
Julio, I don't know. Neither do you.
But your sister hated my mother and the hotel.
We should never have come to this hotel.
Cristina wasn't like that until she came here.
This hotel ruined our lives.
What are you going to do?
I won't let my sister's body be thrown into a mass grave.
I can ask my mother to have the body brought to Blancaró.
She'd never do that.
Let me try. -You'd have to tell her the truth.
And you can't do that.
Don Benjamín is right.
Some distances can't be bridged, for all one may want to.
If you change your opinion about my mother, let me know.
I won't change my opinion.
To move your sister's body to Blancaró you need money.
And you don't have any.
Officer, you can't go there. -I know, but it's cold outside.
That's why Ayala let me stand here. -Did anything happen?
A young woman died. Isn't that bad enough?
I thought it was an accident and not a case for the police.
Well, the inspector thinks...
that a relative of the deceased may come to the hotel for the body.
I see. Well, try not to make noise or draw attention.
This will help you get warm. -Thank you.
Julio, Officer Hernando is at the back. -I don't care.
I need money to move my sister. -Sure, in prison you'll find heaps.
You're right.
Leave through a kitchen window. Hernando is inside and won't see you.
Thank you.
Come on.
Stop, enough.
Do you want to kill him?
Come.
Now pay me.
I will pay you right away, but not with money.
I'm not in the mood for jokes. -Who's joking?
I won't give you a cent.
I'll pay you with my silence. -Your silence?
I know who you are, Olmedo.
I know you're wanted for murder.
I won't tell the police where you are. That's my payment for tonight's fight...
and for all the nights to come.
Have a drink and leave.
It must be important for you to come here this late, in these circumstances.
Are my future and yours not important?
I understand you had to replace me while I was in jail, but I'm free again.
That's not why I replaced you. This hotel needs more than a manager.
Someone who follows my orders and avoids scandal.
I couldn't agree with you more.
No one has to find out about this.
I always thought managing the hotel was important to you, and Alicia too.
I don't know what you're referring to. -You know very well. Cristina Olmedo.
Cristina Olmedo had an accident. -An accident that suits us very well.
I know I've made some mistakes.
I was accused of killing that girl.
Would I be so stupid as to kill her in the hotel that I want to manage?
Anyway, I could suspect you too. -What do you want for that letter?
I want my job back, and my engagement with Alicia.
If I consent, will you give me the letter?
Doña Teresa, I know you hate mistakes, and you'll agree with me...
that giving you the letter would be a big mistake. But don't worry...
in spite of what happened, my loyalty to you and the Grand Hotel is absolute.
I'll make sure this letter will never see the light of day.
So you intend to keep it? -It's the best for both of us.
You want this hotel to be run by a wolf, and not by a lap dog.
Good night.
Andrés, that bastard didn't pay me.
But I won't let my sister's body end up in a mass grave.
Julio, what are you saying? -I'm going to take the body.
Are you crazy? They're holding a wake till the gravediggers come.
And the hotel's under guard. -I have to do something.
What are you doing? -What I always do, help you out.
That's not enough to move the body. -It's not for that.
It's for something I find hard to ask you.
What's that? -Go away from here.
Your sister's dead, the police is after you and if they find out who you are...
I'm doing it for you, Julio, because you're my friend.
I always listen to you, don't I?
This time you should listen to me.
Take the next train.
It's not much, but it's all I have, and it will save you a lot of effort.
'Dear Mother, I'm sorry I haven't written to you since I left Blancaró.
I know I promised to, but I hope you'll forgive me now that I have good news.
I finally found your beloved daughter, my dear sister Cristina.
She's doing very well.
She left the hotel after falling in love with a guest.
A very rich man, whom she married. A good man who loves her.
He's taking her to Argentina, where he has some businesses.
Dear Mother, you would be so proud of her if you saw her.
She's a real lady. It looks as if she was born for that kind of life.
She asked me to tell you that she's happy...
and thinks of you often, and that she misses you.
And that she reads your letters every evening and you're always in her heart.
I don't know when I'll return to Blancaró.
But until then, pray for us. Your loving son, Julio.'
Sir, the gravediggers have taken Cristina Olmedo's body.
No one came for her all night. -Are you sure?
Maybe you dozed off. -In that cold? Impossible.
And no one showed up after they took the body to the mass grave?
Don't tell me you didn't follow them. -You didn't tell me to.
Besides, I was awake all night.
You should have used your common sense, Hernando.
Now we still don't know if Julio Olmedo has left Cantaloa.
Can we forget Cristina Olmedo and her brother and catch some sleep?
Her brother, yes. Cristina Olmedo, no.
No? -No.
Judge Barreda won't let us enter the hotel.
I know, but when God closes a door, the devil opens a window.
Let's go, Hernando. Come on, you're in the prime of your life.
I'm sorry, Andrés. -So why did you do it?
Because I love you and I wanted to protect you from Catalina.
From Catalina? -She's not as you think.
She's been manipulating you. -No, Belén.
I told you I wouldn't believe your lies anymore.
Andrés, listen...
Cernuda, Cabanillas. Attend to room 41 and room 12.
What's going on today? -Belén, room 14. Natalia, room 27.
They all want clean water. It's even dirtier than yesterday.
What do they want us to do? Fill the jugs with Vichy water?
That's exactly what Lady asked.
If this isn't resolved, the guests will leave.
Between you and me, don Benjamín, there are nights when I dream of that.
It must be nice to get some rest. -Yes, that's what I've been told.
Julio, you gave me a fright. -It was no accident.
What? -My sister's death was no accident.
Sorry, Julio, but I spoke to my mother. The gas has made people faint before.
It's a tragedy, but there's no one to blame.
Then why wasn't there more blood? -They cleaned it.
Before moving the body? -What are you after?
The truth. -What if you're wrong?
I'm not. My sister had a letter that could ruin the hotel.
But it wasn't among her things.
I have to find out what happened.
I'm sorry about your roommate.
What do you want?
Nothing.
I may be a lot of things, but not stupid.
So what do you want? -What do you know?
What do you have?
Belén... -You don't get anything for free.
I'll tell Andrés you slept with me when I first got here.
He'd never believe you. -Are you sure?
Catalina. She found Cristina's body.
Thanks.
Catalina. -What?
Can we talk for a moment? -That depends. What about?
I heard it was you who found that girl's body.
I don't know anything.
Then why are you so nervous?
What did you see? -Nothing.
Why are you lying to me? -Catalina, doña Ángela asks for you.
She needs water brought upstairs. -Wait, I'll be right there.
I'm sorry to bother you. It's about the water.
Is it still the same? -Even worse, sir.
Three guests have left the hotel because of it.
Do we know the cause yet? -That's why I'm here.
Someone from town hall told me that the problem doesn't only occur here...
but also at other estates nearby. -Did he tell you what causes it?
Yes, sir. He says it's due to the construction work at La Diezma.
What kind of construction work? -A spa.
Hello.
Good morning.
Alicia, I said I'd prove my innocence and recover my position.
And here I am.
Everything will be as it was, including our engagement.
The wedding day still stands, and it's not far away anymore.
You said you didn't want to oblige me to accept...
and that I'd be free to break off the engagement.
Do you want to break it off?
Alicia, I understand you had doubts, but I've proved my innocence.
They accused me of killing Cristina, but she was alive.
And now she's dead, but it doesn't seem to affect you.
I'm not glad about what happened, but she made me end up in prison.
She always did the wrong thing at the wrong time.
And with the wrong person.
It was you who got me out of prison, and you know I'm innocent.
True, you didn't kill Cristina Olmedo during the lighting feast.
But you almost did.
What happened that night was an accident.
We grappled and she fell, but I didn't mean to hurt her.
I followed her because she wanted to ruin you and your family.
You know I'd never let anyone harm you. You're all I care about.
If I made a mistake, it was to protect you.
I've always loved you.
Is no one going to say anything?
Would it make a difference? You've already decided to reinstitute Diego.
I don't believe our opinion matters.
You're only against it out of self-interest, Alfredo.
You agree Diego is able, don't you? -I never said that.
When my son wanted to cut expenses, you defended the old management.
And that was Diego's. -Alfredo wasn't referring...
Alfredo is old enough to speak for himself. And silence can say a lot.
Why would I change managers if the new one will do it the same way?
But Alfredo will remain his assistant. -I won't be Diego Murquía's assistant.
And me, Mother? -Do you mind being second to Diego?
I'll do as you say. -I'm glad to hear it.
Leave me alone with your sister. I need to talk to her.
If Diego has his job back, it's because he has the letter.
That can't be. You said Cristina Olmedo had it.
How did Diego get it? -I don't know, and it's irrelevant.
Get it back and your husband will be the manager.
Don't you see? Your mother is handing it to us on a silver platter.
We only have to find that letter.
Won't you say anything? -You're telling the wrong person.
You're my husband. -Yes.
But I'm also a man of honour, not an intriguer.
What does that mean? -I won't be part of your mother's ploy.
You know I hate lies. It wouldn't be the first time your mother breaks her word.
It's over.
What do you intend to do? Build a future on your own account?
Yes, I will try. -But that's absurd.
There's nothing like the faith of one's spouse.
Why would you squander your future and snub my mother?
I want to be able to face myself in the mirror, and it's getting harder each day.
I don't want to be an instrument of your mother's lies.
I'll talk to her. -Again?
What for? You really think you can change her?
You know why I still love you?
You've never lied to me. That's so beautiful about our marriage.
Because your mother's life is completely at the service of lies.
What can I offer you, partner?
Things have changed. I'm not the manager anymore.
That didn't last long. -I must cancel the order.
I can't pay it anymore. You understand?
Of course I do. You can't take money from the safe anymore.
But you haven't understood a thing. -What do you mean?
I warned you, Alarcón.
These people are smugglers, not cloth traders.
Once you give them your hand, you either comply or you lose it.
So it's not possible... -Find a way to get the money.
Because if we don't have it and they bring the liquor...
Thank you, Father Lorenzo, señorita Alarcón and I will visit you forthrightly.
Goodbye.
You're so busy preparing your wedding.
I figured, as it regards minor matters...
that as your assistant I could take care of the suppliers and their bills.
Under your supervision, of course.
Did your mother talk to the tailor? -Excuse me?
He was supposed to take Alicia's measurements.
I have no idea. -I'll call him.
What about the suppliers? -You can take care of them.
Operator, don Jaime Casal. From Casal & Sons in Madrid.
Look, what we ordered is añejo, but the most I can say is that this is rum.
What do you consider añejo? A hotel like ours doesn't give second chances.
I fear we have to change suppliers, bothersome as it may be. Goodbye.
Good day, sir.
At the manager's orders, from now on I'll deal with the liquor suppliers.
Yes, sir.
Don't you have something to give me? -Of course.
Forgive me.
Benjamín, call the staff to the kitchen.
Señorita Alarcón and I have an announcement to make.
Get some bubbles from the wine cellar.
For two, sir? -No, for everyone.
French champagne?
Lord, no, Benjamín. What are you thinking?
Long live the bridal couple.
You're our guest, don Benjamín. Take a glass.
Here you go. -Thank you, señorita. Congratulations.
Do you have a glass? Here you go.
I still can't believe you'll be a married woman soon.
I remember when you were born and I changed your diapers.
That was a long time ago, Ángela. -It's not even two years since, señorita.
Watch out, señorita Alicia. -Even serving a drink is an art. Careful.
Does everyone have a glass?
To señorita Alicia Alarcón, an extraordinary woman.
There's the lucky couple.
I have to go, but I'll be back in time for the official announcement.
Thank you, Javier. -The news has spread like wildfire.
If anyone doubted that this wedding would take place, now they know it is.
Everything will continue as planned.
I'm sorry, inspector. You asked to see the kitchen and you did.
All I've been able to see is you.
You have to go, or I'll get in trouble. -I'm not here for fun, Mr Cernuda.
I'm trying to shed light on your colleague's death.
You have no warrant, so if you don't mind...
Your lack of compassion surprises me, young man.
That girl could have been your wife, your sister, or a close friend's sister.
You should laud my efforts to solve her death, even if they're unorthodox.
Now will you let me do my work?
You can come in, Hernando.
Good day. -If anyone asks, you never saw me.
Father Alonso has confirmed the date, and the tailor will come tomorrow.
Isn't it rash to hold on to the date after everything that's happened?
I appreciate your concern, doña Teresa.
But I've organized larger events, even if not as important and with more time.
I think the date is perfect.
Your father and I also got married in autumn.
The garden is beautiful at this time, with all those golden leaves.
Alicia, do you agree?
The garden definitely looks lovely at this time of the year.
Madam, I'm sorry to interrupt. There's a problem in the service area.
I hope it's not the water again.
Why are we here? The girl was found in the linen room.
Hernando, how can you be so naive?
I saw her head wound only briefly, but long enough to know...
that she lost a lot of blood, but there wasn't much blood in the linen room.
For some reason they moved the body.
You think she was killed here?
Catalina, the maid who found her, kept looking this way and was very nervous.
I don't see bloodstains here either.
This hotel has an army of maids expert at leaving everything spotless.
But believe me, splashes of blood can end up in unexpected places.
Cristina Olmedo was killed here. We now have to find the murder weapon.
Well, we have plenty of choice. -Inspector?
A man of your stature ought to use the main entrance to enter my hotel...
and not sneak in through the back, concealing himself.
If anyone is concealing the truth, it isn't me.
Leave my house at once, or I'll have to inform Judge Barreda.
That won't be necessary. Let's go, Hernando.
One more thing.
Who let you in? -Nobody, doña Teresa.
As you know, people are bold in my trade.
I'm not sure 'bold' is the right word.
Have a good day.
Catalina, can we talk now?
Don't come any closer or I'll scream for help and say you tried to rape me.
Go ahead. -You'll get fired.
I don't care, so go ahead. -What do you want?
They say you were the one who found Cristina Olmedo.
Yes, so what?
Did you really find her here in the linen room?
Why would I have lied? -You're a good maid.
And good maids follow orders, such as what to say to the police.
No one told me anything. -No one...
What are you doing? -Nothing.
Why are you attacking that poor girl? -She knows something about Cristina.
She has problems enough. The world doesn't revolve around you.
I want that letter. -And then what?
Ruin the hotel, and us with it? Do you really think it's worth it?
It's what your sister wanted to do. Look where her hatred brought her.
Julio, you only have one life to live. Your sister is dead, and I'm sorry.
If I thought someone had killed her I'd help you, but it was an accident.
You buried Cristina. Don't bury yourself as well.
How are you, Catalina? -I can't go on like this, madam.
Like this?
What do you mean, like this?
That girl, Cristina. She won't rest in peace until the truth is revealed.
But the truth is what the judge said. Or would we know more than a judge?
No, madam, but it's a lie. In God's eyes it's a lie.
I know God will forgive you, Catalina. -I don't know, madam.
Don't do anything stupid. A judge's word gets more credit than a maid's.
And even if they believed you, how would you want to prove it?
I don't want to tell anyone, doña Teresa, but nor can I bear it here.
Allow me to leave, and I swear I won't tell anyone.
You can't leave, Catalina. Remember, we have an agreement.
You, the child you're expecting, and the family that will adopt it.
You can't leave until it's been born. -Yes, madam.
I urgently need to talk to you, madam.
What's so urgent that you bother me instead of the head housekeeper?
I don't deserve to work here anymore, madam.
I've broken my word. -What do you mean?
I couldn't do it, doña Teresa. I promised to abort it, but I couldn't.
I'll bring it to the orphanage when it's born, but please don't ask me to kill it.
Since you're still pregnant...
I'll find a good place for the baby.
You can count it if you don't trust me.
If I trusted fellows like you...
I'd be long dead by now. -I've kept my promise, Sebastián.
And I hope you'll keep doing so.
Because this is only the beginning. -This is amazing.
Yes, the order came in, right on time. -That's what's so amazing.
I don't understand how that's possible. The supplier just told me we cancelled.
At Hotel Veracruz Don Julián will take care of you.
It's a long trip, but he said you can rest a day before you start working.
You're very kind, doña Teresa. -I simply appreciate your loyalty.
As I said, the lady who was going to adopt your baby got pregnant after all.
God lets His will be done when He deems fit, not when we demand it.
I hope you and your child will have a happy life.
And remember, they offered you a job because I said you were a good maid.
Discreet, and aware that no one cares what made her leave the Grand Hotel.
I hope you'll live up to my words. -Of course, madam.
You can go.
Why did you do that, Mother?
Why did you allow Catalina to leave?
Because it's what's best for the hotel. -And for me?
I was going to get her child. -Don't worry, I've found another one.
Like when you wanted me to raise Diego's bastard.
What do you know about the father of Catalina's child?
You think he was a good man, if he abandoned her like that?
Do you really think he was better than Diego?
Your sister and you have the same parents and differ as night from day.
Your child will be how you raise it to be.
And that should make you happy, as I'm sure you'll be a good mother.
I don't know if I'd be a good mother if the father was the man I most hated.
Leave everything up to me.
You know I'll do what's best for you, and for our family.
Are you leaving? -I'll take the last train to Blancaró.
I'm sorry you'll be travelling alone.
At least I know where my sister is.
I'm going to miss you.
You'll be the only one. -You know that's not true.
She's going to miss you too.
But it's as it must be. You do well to leave it behind. It never ends happily.
The 40 centimetres. -The width of a counter.
It seems little, but it's an abyss.
I've seen it many times, and it always ends badly.
Maybe she loves you for real.
But that won't make her stop being what she is.
We live in a different world.
What to another woman would seem like a dream will be like nothing to her.
Love won't make her stop being who she is.
I've come to apologize.
I shouldn't have talked to you that way. -It doesn't matter.
Are you leaving?
I have nothing left to do here.
Listen.
I know this is your world.
Everything you have.
There's a train leaving this afternoon, at 6.30.
Come with me.
Forget everything and come with me.
I'm asking you to commit a folly. You can either do the sensible thing...
marry someone you don't love...
and renounce your dreams...
or commit a folly and come with me.
6.30, Alicia.
I'll be waiting for you.