You are summoned to appear at the hearing
on the murder of Don Carlos Alarcón.
From how she spoke to me and the things she said,
it was as if she admitted to doing it.
I didn't kill your father. He committed suicide.
Can you prove what you say, Mrs. Alarcón?
I can prove it.
This is the key to your freedom.
You think your husband gave me that note in exchange for nothing?
He owns this hotel now,
and all our possessions.
I'm in love with someone else.
- No! - Bastard.
I'll go and see her and give her a New Year's kiss
that she'll never forget.
This court-martial finds you guilty of desertion
and sentences you to death by firing squad
one week from today.
The lawyer says we have only one form of appeal.
The clemency pardon.
The only way to obtain that pardon is
to sell the title of Marquis of Vergara to the right person.
Prepare arms!
Fire!
I come on behalf of the founding members of the Midday Circle.
You are unanimously proposed as President of the Midday Circle
from its first official meeting:
midnight on New Year's Eve.
THE MAN OF 1,000 FACES
An actor. What's going on?
GRAND HOTEL
Tell them to do it the other way round:
the beds up against the walls,
everything else in the middle.
How do you feel?
I don't know.
Where am I?
What matters is how you are, not where you are.
Take a deep breath.
What's wrong?
Fortunately, nothing,
but you must stay still so the shrapnel doesn't shift.
I'll remove it as soon as I can.
Careful!
Why are you on your feet? You can hardly move.
Her stomach is full of shrapnel.
Get her to the dining room now.
- What are you going to do? - Whatever we can.
Bring boiling water and bandages
and carbolic acid or anything to sterilize the scalpel.
- Come on! - Don't worry, my love.
- I'm going with you. - Hurry!
Have you seen Alicia?
Go with Camila.
No, no.
- Not those. - The doctor asked for these.
- Take him the old ones. - Very well.
If he asks for more, take him the old ones.
Son, what's wrong?
Do you want to sit down?
Have you seen Alicia?
No.
- Are you all right? - Yes, I just need a minute.
How could something so awful have happened?
Hail, Mary, full of grace...
- Doctor! - Take her away.
Ether.
- There isn't much left. - Give her all of it.
Alicia!
We've searched the whole hotel and she isn't among the dead either.
Then where is she?
- Someone must have seen her. - No one that I've asked so far.
This is all very strange, Mr. Olmedo.
It would be so without Miss Alicia's disappearance,
but that fact
is particularly disconcerting.
Who is against us?
What have we done to anyone to cause a tragedy like this?
Who has taken my daughter?
No one has taken your daughter.
Alicia saw the opportunity to leave and that's what she's done.
She'd never leave at a time like this.
I thought you knew her.
You're the one doesn't know her.
Do you know your delicate daughter has a lover?
Do you know that for months
she has refused me my due as a husband and given it to him?
Yesterday she enjoyed telling me of her adultery
just to hurt me!
Get off. I don't believe you.
You'd never have allowed that.
And I didn't.
I was obliged to make certain things very clear
and that's why she's gone.
What did you do?
What did you do to my child?
All I did was exercise my legitimate right.
Some day you'll pay for all the evil you've done.
If life took its toll for all the evil that people do,
you would have died many years ago.
Raquel and Natalia will find the dishes...
Raquel isn't here.
Typical. She's never here when she's needed.
She's with Our Lord.
She only obeys His orders now.
Then you see to it, Ángela.
I know you're not a maid
but you have to do something while we find your new occupation.
She'll be housekeeper of this hotel,
as she was until now.
At a time like this, we need someone with her experience.
Thank you, Don Diego.
- Doña Teresa said... - Doña Teresa is no one now.
You should be thankful.
If we weren't so short-staffed, you wouldn't even be a maid.
Ángela, I'm sure you know better than I what must be done.
Don't worry, sir.
Inés,
do as the doctor tells you.
Then prepare a pot of food, the same for everyone,
clients and staff. We can't waste time.
You girls come with me to the laundry.
I've made some calls
and this has nothing to do with the Midday Club.
Someone fooled both you and the hoteliers.
I know. Their emissary was just an actor.
You should be looking for him, not wasting time on calls.
You needn't worry about the actor, we've found him.
- And what did he say? - Not too much.
You can see for yourself.
Hernando.
I used this room to do the forensic analysis, I hope you don't mind.
The pamphlet.
I know that paper.
- "The Man of 1,000 Faces". - That's right, Hernando.
Isn't it too great a coincidence that he died in the explosion?
I have my doubts about that.
But it's the only obvious thing.
The bomb blew him apart. Look at his injuries.
It was a horrible death. You're right there,
but ballistics is a science.
This man was shot
with a 12-bore shotgun.
Then,
he didn't die in the explosion?
Lead pellets.
Shotgun.
Or shrapnel.
None of the other wounded had pellets among the shrapnel.
Also, the body was too far from the explosive device
to have injuries like this.
But why did they kill this man?
It's obvious they didn't want to leave any loose ends.
Excuse me.
We're from the Santander Hospital.
- Dr. Sánchez is expecting us. - Come with me.
Mateo...
- You look terrible. - Doña Alicia has disappeared.
That's the only thing that should worry you.
- She's in the Cruces Hospital. - No.
Yes, she is.
I saw them take her away in an ambulance,
just after the explosion.
Could you see her?
Yes.
I suppose they took her to the Cruces, they have everything there.
Julio, she was lucky.
- Why was she lucky? - She was the only one they took.
I wanted to talk to you, Mr. Murquía.
I want to report something.
If it isn't serious, we should deal with the main matter:
your wife's disappearance. We have not got one promising clue.
She's the one I'm reporting.
- On what charges? - Abandoning the marital home.
That's why she's disappeared.
Mr. Murquía,
allow me to doubt that, in a situation like this,
your wife took the chance to run away.
Wait here, I can prove it.
She was kidnapped.
And you'll have a good reason for saying that.
An ambulance came.
And it only took Alicia.
And she wouldn't have left without telling me.
So the objective of the attack was to kidnap Mrs. Murquía.
Detective...
Forgive me, we have a clue that your wife may have been kidnapped.
And I have proof that she abandoned me.
It's from a friend of my wife.
From what she says, it's obvious she intended leaving me.
Dear Alicia,
Of course you can come to my house and stay as long as you wish.
You and whoever comes with you,
despite your reserve...
...about that mysterious person of whom you seem to be so fond.
Although I know your decision to leave Diego is firm,
what is the sense in running away from him?
Isn't it better that I show you for once what I know of laws,
and go to Cantaloa and help you resolve this matter?
By the time you receive this letter,
and to prevent you dissuading me,
I'll be on my way.
With great affection,
your friend, Maite.
What's happened?
A tragedy, miss.
If you intended staying here, this isn't a good time.
I'm a friend of Alicia Alarcón.
That doesn't improve things, believe me.
- Where's Alicia? - We don't know, miss.
You're Maite Rivelles.
Yes, I am.
You don't know how keen I was to meet you.
How are you?
I'm Diego Murquía, Alicia's husband.
Don't worry. And you needn't pretend.
We both know she left of her own will.
Don't look at me like that.
I read your letter.
A stolen letter is worthless as evidence.
I tell you that as a legal expert
and as Alicia's best friend I've already said what I think.
Give it back.
What should I do?
Scream?
Give me a room near Alicia's.
But, miss, you've seen...
I don't care if there's no heat, water or light.
I'll settle for a roof and four walls.
- Is it near Alicia's? - It's next door, miss.
Thank you.
No, no. Believe me, sir, it's all under control.
I don't think you need worry.
I've been in tougher situations and you know perfec...
Yes, sir.
Naturally, sir.
They're sending a superior officer.
We'd better settle this matter before he arrives.
Why?
Because it's possible that instead of helping us,
he gets in our way, Hernando.
You don't really like superior officers, do you?
Do you?
It's a trick question.
I've realized.
- Did you realize I realized? - Yes, I realized you realized.
- And the dogs? - They're outside, sir.
Let's go.
For God's sake, Hernando, is there no way to shut these dogs up?
What's wrong with them?
They don't like you treating me like this.
Buckshot!
Buckshot?
It's the order for them to be quiet.
The dogs and I understand each other.
It still has her perfume.
Will it do?
Is it Mrs. Murquía's?
Of course it is!
Buckshot!
Hernando, do something.
Buckshot!
Shouldn't you let the dogs smell it?
Of course.
Hernando, are you sure these are tracker dogs?
They can smell a deer at six leagues.
Yes, but we're not looking for a deer, officer.
It was a manner of speech.
Detective, do you know anything about Alicia Alarcón?
And you are?
Maite Rivelles.
Yes.
Your friend has been kidnapped. I'm sorry to have to tell you.
Penca. Penca, penca.
Penca? What do you mean, Penca?
The dogs are barking, sir.
Well, shut them up. Say "Buckshot" or whatever it takes.
They're barking because they've picked up the scent.
- I'll go with you. - I'm sorry,
but a woman would only hold us up.
Perhaps you'll be unable to keep up with me.
Miss, you don't know these woods. You'd get lost.
And we have enough with one missing woman.
Good day.
They're getting very agitated. We're close.
There's no one here.
A ship!
Mr. Olmedo! Where are you going?
Alicia!
We'll find her.
Believe me.
Mr. Murquía...
How many men do you have?
I've brought three men,
but I can get as many as you need.
It depends what you expect from me.
I don't know who the enemy is,
but it's obvious he's declared war on us.
I'm going to make the Grand Hotel a safe place.
When anyone checks in I want to know who they really are.
I want
each room to be searched immediately and every entrance is to be guarded.
I'll need at least five men.
Get them.
Am I to understand that if there is any "unusual" incident,
we operate independently of the Cantaloa police?
Who do you think will be paying you? Detective Ayala?
I understand.
You and your men will take no orders other than mine.
Is that clear?
You can have a room here entirely at your disposal
for whatever you may need.
Keep me informed.
Well, everything is organized.
Now all we can do is reassure the injured. Come along.
You're sweating.
Can I get you anything?
I'll get some water.
Sofía...
Sofía!
Sofía! Sofía!
Doctor! Doctor!
Doctor!
- Where's the doctor? - In the dining room.
Doctor! Doctor!
- My wife is unconscious. - And this man is bleeding to death.
Please get out.
More swabs, quickly!
We have to move the dead out of here.
The injured shouldn't see them.
Sofía! Where were you?
You scared me to death.
What's the matter?
What is it?
There, there.
Alfredo, take me to our room. I want to be with the baby.
You should see the doctor.
No, take me out here. I want to get out of...
Javier!
Javier, at last!
How are you?
You really want to know how I am?
I'm alive by a miracle. I faced a firing squad.
Your sister needs to rest.
My whole life passed before me in an instant.
They shot me!
You were shot?
Please, lie down. It must be serious.
No, no, it's not as serious as it seems.
Look.
- You gave me such a fright! - I didn't mean to.
Shall I tell you all my adventure?
It'll have to wait.
Some are worse injured than your hipflask.
What's your name?
Javier.
I'm Laura.
It's a small freighter, the "Alma".
It left here an hour ago, heading east,
and with the storm out at sea it'll have to anchor in some port.
Inform authorities throughout the Bay of Biscay.
As soon as the "Alma" docks detain the crew and inform me.
Do you think I'd call you at this time on New Year's Day if it weren't urgent?
Well, now we just have to wait.
Julio...
Julio, are you all right?
Julio!
Julio, what's wrong?
Julio! Julio, wake up.
My God!
We'll need something to ease the pain.
I can't find any morphine, but don't worry, this will do.
I always wanted to taste Calvados.
And this is the best.
What a waste.
It's for the patient.
What are you going to do now?
The hardest thing is to control the haemorrhage.
- How will you do it? - I've got no idea. The dead don't bleed.
And it's the first time I've ever stuck something in a living person.
Let's get started.
Hold him still, Hernando, for God's sake!
Forceps.
Swabs.
It's delicious.
It's the first time I've eaten well in this hotel.
- Are you her husband? - No.
Her fiancé.
I'm sorry, the doctor did all he could.
Is she going to die?
No, no.
She'll recover, but...
She lost the baby.
The baby?
Yes.
She was five months pregnant.
Didn't you know?
I'm sorry.
You can put me down, really.
No, no.
I don't want you to get tired. You're still very weak.
You're so good.
Wait.
- Wait, wait. - What is it?
You need another pillow.
No, I'm fine like this, Andrés, honestly.
Where can I find a pillow?
In the wardrobe, on the right, up above.
That's right. How did you know?
I clean this room every day.
I know it a lot better than you.
Today you're not a maid. Today you're a lady.
Did you say the same things to her?
To whom?
Don't act the fool. You know who.
I'll get some water.
Good morning.
Have you considered the consequences of what you're doing?
I don't know what you mean.
You've put a servant in your room.
Camila isn't a servant.
Andrés,
you're an Alarcón now.
That girl is not. Nor is she your wife. Am I mistaken?
She's the woman I love.
But you're still married, aren't you?
Yes.
A worthy son of your father.
You'll have to do something about it. One way or the other.
Now your filth isn't only yours.
It also dirties the family.
You are no one now to say that.
Even you tell me that.
It's true.
I am completely ruined.
No one need obey me, not you,
not anyone.
How's Camila?
Fine.
I'm glad.
And I'm glad nothing happened to you.
I couldn't bear it.
Belén, what is this?
I thought you could do with some company.
With Camila so weak and all that's happened here,
- you won't want to be alone. - Camila is here,
in my room.
She needs to rest.
Belén...
I want to have our marriage annulled.
I hope you understand what that means.
We've removed the shrapnel.
Who are you?
I'm Maite,
Alicia's friend.
Where's Alicia?
We still don't know anything.
I'll ask them to bring you some food. You've lost a lot of blood.
How are you?
Alive.
And Camila?
Better.
You shouldn't move.
- I'll rest later. - What do you mean?
When I find Alicia.
She's been kidnapped,
and we don't even know by whom.
Detective Ayala will find her, you'll see.
They took her because she was in the salon.
Everyone was there.
She wasn't.
We were in her room,
both of us.
And we could have left this hotel forever but...
I was angry and I went down
to take my revenge on Diego.
Why?
And she followed me.
Then the bomb went off.
I felt Alicia at my side for a moment.
Now she's gone.
Julio, it isn't your fault.
The kidnappers would have looked everywhere for her.
No one could have prevented it. So many were injured.
I'd have prevented it.
They'd have killed you.
It's as if they had.
- What's wrong? - A nightmare.
Relax, it's over.
- Did you get any sleep? - No, I was awake all night.
If I sleep for a moment,
I'm back in that place, surrounded by dead bodies!
- Get the doctor, please. - Sofía...
Please, get him! This headache is driving me crazy.
The doctor will just give you more laudanum,
and from what I can see it's no use.
Maybe you should see another kind of doctor.
A doctor of the mind.
A psychiatrist.
There's nothing irregular in your nervous system, Frau Sofía.
In fact, your reflexes are those of a younger person.
Then what's wrong with me?
Certainly nothing physiological.
You haven't answered my question.
The brain is a complex organ, and so is the woman's,
although to a lesser extent.
My conjecture is that you have soul sickness.
What kind of sickness?
What in my profession we call a hysteria.
And what is the cause?
Your wife's experience among those corpses
must have awakened an old trauma
and now it's manifesting itself in nightmares, migraines, insomnia.
How is it cured?
By identifying that trauma and releasing it.
Have you heard of hypnosis?
No.
It's a very useful procedure for cases like this.
The patient is put into what is known as a trance,
similar to a loss of consciousness,
during which the patient can answer questions from the psychiatrist.
Close the curtains, please.
The darkness helps the trance.
Frau Sofía, focus your eyes on this dot of light.
Feel the weight of your arms,
of your legs.
Relax your shoulders.
Relax.
Your eyelids are getting heavy.
You can feel your eyes closing.
Now you can open them.
You're among the bodies.
You needn't be afraid.
Nothing will happen to you.
These people are not a threat to you.
There is a door. Do you see it?
Yes.