Cristina Olmedo was found dead in the kitchen area.
Move her body to the linen room.
Where did you find the body? -As I told you, in the linen room.
Have you established how this maid died?
I don't need to, as Doña Teresa and Judge Barreda declare it an accident.
What do you think, inspector?
Does my opinion matter to you, or does it worry you?
What do you want for that letter? -I want my job back...
and my engagement with Alicia. -If I consent, will you give it to me?
As much as I try to, I don't understand.
What was Cristina doing here? Why did she come back?
Are you leaving? -Come with me.
You know I can't.
I'll be waiting for you. Tomorrow at 6.30
Grand Hotel
I'm very happy for you, señorita.
It'll be an unforgettable evening.
My best wishes, señorita Alarcón.
'Dear Diego...
I hope you'll be able to forgive me.
I'm not leaving to get away from you. In time I might have come to love you.
But I feel as if I'm being suffocated, by my mother and the Grand Hotel.
A future of pretence rather than deeds.
I hope you'll understand what it means for a woman like me to live in a corset.
Always, even when you're not wearing one.
episode 13
I can't resign myself to being a witness to my life.
I want to make my own decisions. Diego, I want to live.
I'm renouncing everything in turn for very little.
But I know that this way I'll be much happier.
I suppose we won't meet again.
Forgive me, Diego. You're not to blame for my decision.
I beg you, don't bear me any grudges.
Alicia.'
The good ones always leave.
That girl isn't as you thought. It's better if she leaves, isn't it?
I don't know who you're referring to. -Catalina.
Haven't you heard? She's leaving.
Why? What happened?
Why is it always me who has to open your eyes?
Open my eyes? -Forget it.
Why is Catalina leaving?
She got a job at another hotel.
Belén, please tell me the truth.
She knows more about Cristina's death.
They paid her to leave and not tell the police.
She's not the saint you took her for, see.
You shouldn't be here. My mother might see you.
Do you know something about Cristina's death?
I've told everything to the police. Let go of me.
Look at me. -No.
I had no other choice, Andrés. I can't prove what I saw.
What did you see? -That girl...
Cristina?
She wasn't in the linen room, but in the kitchen, on the floor.
She'd been hit with the meat tenderizer.
Last call, all passengers aboard.
Why did you come? What is it? -Your sister.
What? -It was no accident.
She was killed, with a meat tenderizer.
Then they moved her body. Catalina told me.
I'm sorry.
What's señorita Alicia doing here?
I can't leave.
What? -My sister didn't have an accident.
She was killed. One of the maids saw everything.
I have to find out who did it. You understand?
Why don't you leave it to the police? -You know the police won't do a thing.
And what will you do, Julio? You can't bring her back to life.
Please, let's go. -Of course we'll go.
But not yet. Not now.
Don't you understand? I can't turn back anymore.
I can't go back to the hotel. Let's go. -I can't leave, Alicia.
I'm sorry, really.
'Dear Diego, I hope you'll forgive me. I'm not leaving to get away from you.
In time I might have come to love you.
But I know that this way I'll be much happier.
I suppose we won't meet again. Forgive me, Diego.
You're not to blame for my decision.'
Have you seen Catalina? Do you know where she is?
Catalina? -Not so hard, you'll wreck the door.
What are you doing?
Belén, where's Catalina? -Is that all you think about?
Where is she? -She left the hotel.
Where did she go? -I don't care. The further, the better.
She was the only witness. -I'm sorry.
It's not your fault, Andrés. But someone wanted her to go.
You should see your own face. Pouting, as if I mattered to you.
Of course you do. -Yes, now Catalina is gone.
You should have realized that girl was a liar.
I'm not looking for her for personal reasons.
You were right and I'm sorry. -Too late. I won't be second choice.
It's over between us.
How was your walk?
Fine.
For a moment I thought you'd lost your way.
You'd better get changed. I'll send a maid up to help you.
Señorita Alicia's wedding is only three weeks away.
Start preparing the linen tablecloth with the silver embroidery.
Let's go. And every hole or tear I see at the wedding will cost you a day off.
What's the matter, my son? -Nothing, Mother.
I've seen hired mourners look more cheerful than you.
It's because of Belén.
What did she do to you this time? -It's my fault.
I didn't trust her and she broke up with me.
Not trusting Belén is not a sin, but prudence.
She already made you suffer enough. Don't let her absence torment you.
Come on, go to work.
Inspector, didn't Judge Barreda make clear how far you can go?
So he did. He gave me this warrant.
As you can see, I'm authorized to search the whole hotel...
and talk to the entire staff and your family.
I'll be delighted to help you.
I'd like to talk to Catalina again, the maid who found Cristina Olmedo.
She's left the hotel. I'm sorry.
Do you know the reason?
She found a better job, surprising as it may seem.
More than surprising. To me it seems very convenient, for you.
But as I can't talk to that girl, I'd like to inspect the kitchen area.
Julio, Inspector Ayala is coming.
Did he see me? -No, he asked for Catalina.
Tell him what she told you. -Me?
Please tell the staff to leave. -I know what to do, Inspector.
It's our only chance to discover the truth.
Please get out, everyone. -To the kitchen, please.
You get out as well.
Cristina Olmedo died in the linen room, so what are we doing here?
I want to talk to everyone one by one.
I want to know where they were when Cristina Olmedo died.
You want to detain the entire staff?
The entire staff and every member of the Alarcón family, including yourself.
Please cooperate and I'll do my best not to hinder the running of the hotel.
Of course, I'll take care of it. -Thank you.
Hernando, get that waiter who was standing outside.
Sir.
Not that one, Hernando, the one who wanted to talk to me, Andrés Cernuda.
You wanted to see me, didn't you?
Hernando, make sure no one enters while Mr Cernuda and I have a chat.
Yes, sir.
Is this better? -Thank you.
Catalina talked to me before she left. -When exactly did she leave?
Shortly before you arrived. -Why did she leave?
They paid her to go away and not tell what she saw.
Who did? -She didn't tell me.
What else did Catalina tell you?
That she found Cristina here, not in the linen room.
It may surprise you, but I already knew that.
She'd been hit with a meat tenderizer.
Are there many at the hotel? -As far as I know, only this one.
So this is what she was killed with.
We have the murder weapon.
Inspector Ayala has begun questioning the staff, madam.
How long will he take? -I've urged him to make haste.
He'll be upstairs within half an hour. -Thank you, Benjamín.
If you'll excuse me.
What's going on, Mother? Why did you call us here?
The inspector is questioning the staff about the death of Cristina Olmedo.
And we'll be next. -We?
At least he won't bother the guests. -I hope he'll be finished before dinner.
Ayala will ask where we were when that maid died, during the blackout.
Where were you?
Taking a walk, by myself. -That will seem suspicious.
Don't worry, I'll take care of it.
I thought Judge Barreda had curtailed the inspector.
I wonder what the judge is up to. He's not very reliable these days.
Judge Barreda is powerful, but not omnipotent.
You're right, Alfredo. We need someone superior to the judge.
Isn't the civil governor a friend of your father?
Definitely, Governor. My father will be glad to hear it.
And I'll be very grateful, of course. Please give my regards to your wife.
He'll do all he can to stop Ayala from bothering us.
Thank you, Alfredo. We're very lucky to have you here.
If you'll excuse me.
You seem enthralled with our marquis. -He's learning.
After all, who knows how long you'll hold on to your position.
You were accused of killing Cristina once before. Ayala will suspect you.
I hope you have a good alibi. -I do.
My fiancée, Alicia.
Why those long faces? He's merely a civil servant.
What can a civil servant do to us? -You must be referring to me.
Among other things, I could arrest you, señor Alarcón.
And if civil servants superior to me find you guilty...
they won't hesitate to send you to prison or to the garrotte.
All very unpleasant, I assure you.
You have a nasty sense of humour. -Do you think I'm joking, doña Teresa?
Please follow me, señor Alarcón.
What's the matter, darling?
It's fine if he questions the staff, but not us, not me. It's a disgrace.
Even ministers have to request an audience to talk to my father.
The inspector's just doing his job. No need for worry.
You went for a walk that night. Did you run into anyone?
No.
So you don't have an alibi.
Not only will they question me like a petty thief, but I also have no alibi.
I was alone in our room as well. We can say that we were together.
I'll say I didn't feel well.
And that I got you something to eat.
What are you thinking about? -About this inspector.
It seems he knows what he's doing, but he sure takes his time.
As long as he discovers the truth. -Of course. But let him do so soon.
It won't be easy for him. Everyone seems to have an alibi.
Why are you in such a hurry?
So Alicia and I can finally leave.
I'm sorry, Julio, but señorita Alicia is still going to marry don Diego.
The wedding will take place in three weeks.
So I have three weeks to find out what happened.
You still believe señorita Alicia will go with you?
I know she loves me, Andrés. -But will she forgive what you did?
Come in.
Your breakfast. -Get out of my room.
I first have to say something. -I don't want to hear it.
Go away or I swear... -What will you do, scream?
You think I won't? Help...
You can't go through with the wedding.
As much as you pretend, we both know you don't love Diego.
Are you going to scream?
I'm not pretending. You made your choice.
And now I know what Diego will do for me, and which you wouldn't do.
That's not fair. -Of course it is.
He read my letter.
A letter in which I told him he wasn't what I wanted.
And that I was giving everything up.
And you know what he did when I came back?
He put back the letter as if he'd never read it.
Let me find out who killed my sister, then we'll leave. But don't marry him.
I wouldn't go with you even if I didn't marry Diego and the killer was found.
Not anymore.
Are you done with the corridor? -Almost, madam.
Good work, Belén.
Surprised that we might be able to get along?
I'd be less surprised seeing a wolf nurse a calf.
With that tongue of yours you could sand the corridor till it shone like gold.
I don't know why you broke up with my son...
but as long as you stay away from him, you'll have a much better life here.
And as you're already finished, go and clean don Diego's office.
Yes, madam.
'Don Carlos Alarcón, Grand Hotel, Cantaloa, February 10, 1904.'
'My dear, it must surprise you to get a letter from me after all those years.
But your son, our son, has already come of age...
and it weighs on my conscience that I ignored him all those years.
He's my real firstborn, and I let him grow up as a servant...
attending to my guests as if he were a pariah.
Maybe that's what forged his heart, making him the noblest of my children.
I'm still in time to remedy my mistake, Ángela...
and I want to acknowledge Andrés Cernuda for what he is: an Alarcón.
And the rightful heir of this hotel.'
What's the matter?
Did my mother do anything to you? -It's not because of her.
So what is it?
Something without remedy.
Come on, there's always a remedy. -Not in this case.
I've done you wrong, Andrés. -What do you mean?
I didn't treat you well, Andrés, and now it's done and can't be erased.
If it's about that argument, don't worry. I don't bear grudges.
I know you don't.
You're so good. The kindest person I've ever known.
I guess you haven't known many.
I don't need to know anyone else.
Because I've realized that my pride almost made me lose you.
And I don't want to.
You're the love of my life.
I don't know if I want to wear a veil. -What do you mean?
Every bride has to wear a veil. -Then I'll be the first not to, Mother.
Don't worry, madam. Marriage will tame her.
I need more tulle.
No, not that one. Come with me. One moment, señorita Alarcón.
Alicia.
There you go, señorita Alarcón. You'll love this one.
Julio.
Belén gave me a kiss, a long one. The longest kiss she ever gave me.
I'm glad you and Belén made up.
I have a question, Andrés. -Tell me.
Do you know if Ayala has arrested anyone?
I think everyone had an alibi. Señorita Alicia was with don Diego.
Doña Sofía was with her husband, and doña Teresa with don Javier.
I got it, Andrés.
Do you know if he'll keep investigating?
My mother says doña Teresa put an end to it. I think he'll leave soon.
I'm sorry.
I know it's not the right time...
but I want to ask you a favour. A personal matter, as my best friend.
How do I look? -Fine. Wait.
What do you mean, wait? Let's go. -Here. That's it.
May the Lord bless these rings which you give to each other...
as a sign of your love and fidelity.
Lord, bless and consecrate the love between Andrés and Belén.
May these rings be a symbol of faith and always remind them of their love.
By the power vested in me by the Holy Church...
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
It's the room of the Marquis de Luches. He won't come till the wedding.
Andrés didn't dare tell his mother he got married.
He won't dare sleep in a guest room either.
They can't go on honeymoon like don Diego and señorita Alarcón.
Let them enjoy their wedding night. -Candles will make it more romantic.
I'll get one more. There are always candles here, in case of a blackout.
There aren't any left. -Get one from the pantry.
I'll get one from doña Sofía and don Alfredo's room.
They didn't use any candles during the blackout.
Here they are. Take one.
I thought doña Sofía and her husband were dining in their room that evening.
And they didn't use any candles? -Look for yourself. The box is intact.
You know something, Gabriel? The Hindus believe in reincarnation.
This chicken did something terrible in its past life, or it wouldn't taste so bad.
Prepare another one, and serve this one to the staff.
Don Alfredo asks who cleared their dining set the day after the blackout.
That's usually Antonio's job, but as far as I know...
no dinner was served on that floor that evening.
Maybe don Alfredo did it himself. -Please, Espinosa.
If the nobility knew how to prepare dinner, what would they need us for?
Their high position turns them into children.
No dining set was cleared from that room the next day.
The marquis probably got the day wrong. I'll tell him.
Is there a problem I should know about?
On the contrary, don Alfredo was very pleased with the service.
I'll pass it on to Antonio.
Inspector. -What do we know about that maid?
Which maid? -Catalina. Didn't you look for her?
I called every pension and hostel in the area, but she seems to be gone.
Why did you stain the murder weapon? -It's graphite powder.
Scientific innovations take time to reach the province...
but fortunately for you I'm from the city.
Have you ever heard of fingerprints? -No, sir.
Then this will surprise you, Hernando. You have ten, one on each finger.
When we touch something...
those fingerprints leave an impression on the object.
The graphite powder sticks to those impressions...
and reveals them to us. -Where did you get it?
They were sent to me from Argentina by my good friend Juan Vucetich.
There they've solved various crimes with the aid of this method.
Did you know that every person has unique fingerprints?
No, I didn't. -Of course not.
Look here, from the murder weapon I obtained the fingerprint of a thumb.
You see?
I managed to transfer it to this paper.
It could be Catalina's.
If Catalina picked up the tenderizer at the scene of the crime...
she'd have done so carefully, which is why she hardly left imprints.
But the murderer must have held it like this, in order to strike with force.
That's why his fingerprint is so clear.
I'm sure it belongs to the murderer, the last one to use the tenderizer.
Does everyone really have an alibi? -Yes, they all do.
That's what we thought. But someone may be lying.
We must go back to the Grand Hotel and take everyone's fingerprints.
I fear that won't be possible, sir.
The civil governor has called the regional police headquarters.
Doña Teresa's shadow reaches further than I thought.
To return to the Grand Hotel we need conclusive evidence.
Where do they think we'll find it? At the market?
I'm sorry I kept you waiting. We're preparing my daughter's wedding.
So I've heard.
Tell me what you'd like.
Though someone who breaks his word is in no position to make demands.
Inspector Ayala is a resourceful man. I can't give you any details...
but he has me in a stranglehold. -That only confirms what I just said.
But I can still be of use to you, madam.
How's that? -I have some interesting information.
I'm listening, Barreda.
The last three weeks he's barraged the civil governor, public prosecutor...
and the provincial judges with reports about Cristina Olmedo's death.
Apparently he has evidence.
What kind of evidence? -The weapon used to kill that poor girl.
A meat tenderizer.
And what value can that have?
Ayala is using a new police method, based on a person's fingerprints.
It seems he found those of the murderer.
If Ayala finds another indication, however small...
the governor will be forced to let him continue the investigation.
What you did is crazy, but for once I'll listen to you.
For once? You always listen to me. -Belén deserves a real wedding night.
What's the matter?
Doña Sofía and don Alfredo said they were in their room when Cristina died.
But they're lying. -Why would they lie?
I don't know. But someone has to tell Ayala.
Thank you, Andrés.
It's full moon tonight. It's likely that the gold knife killer will strike again.
He'll look for a dark, isolated place. -Excuse me, Inspector.
Cheer up, Hernando.
The governor authorized us to question doña Sofía and her husband.
But we can't take their fingerprints. -Not directly.
If we obtain an object they've touched, we'll have them all the same.
It won't take long, señor Vergara.
I just want to go over your statement. -Of course.
I was going outside to read, but I understand you need to see me.
Please. -Don't bother, I have my own.
Yes, right.
You said that between eight and nine you were in your room, having dinner.
And that's when the lights went out. -Indeed.
No, thank you, I'm not thirsty.
I wondered if you'd remembered anything else.
Nothing whatsoever. I have a very good memory.
Now I'd like to go out and read, before it gets cold.
'Those committed to the truth listen to my voice,' Jesus said.
And Pilate responded: 'What is truth?' John, 18:38.
You really do have a good memory. Have a good day.
Yes, my wife's very knowledgeable about the scriptures.
Now if you'll excuse me.
Inspector. -Thank you.
Have a good day.