What's your confession, my child?
I have two deaths on my conscience.
If you need to talk, or advice, fear not to come to me.
- My son won't fall back into your trap. - He'll fall whenever I say so.
You know she's down there, don't you?
- Who? - Belén.
She went to Church with Andrés in the dress you wanted to wear.
You have no idea how it feels to see the one you love in the arms of another.
It's as if you didn't want us to be together.
This isn't your story.
If I stayed here it was for Alicia and--
for you.
- Who are you? - That's irrelevant, Mr. Murquía.
Or do you prefer I don't call you that? After all, you're not Diego Murquía.
- What do you want? - Give me the paper and let's end this.
It would be advisable for me to shoot you.
Don't move or I'll shoot.
Miss, you're going to help me get out of here.
Don't move!
GRAND HOTEL
Sorry, Mr. Murquía, but an injured man has taken Miss Rivelles hostage.
It must be the same man you shot.
Espinosa, you'd better inform Detective Ayala.
Right away.
What are you going to do?
I'm certainly not going to wait for that detective.
If anyone tries to get in here, I'll kill her!
- We have to kick the door down. - No, you heard what he said.
He'll kill Maite.
He'll kill her anyway if we don't do something.
- You're bleeding badly. Let me see. - Stay there.
Detective, thank goodness!
- He has her inside? - I'm afraid so.
Stand aside!
Stay away from the door!
Ezequiel,
I'm Detective Ayala.
What do you want?
To resolve this before anyone else gets hurt.
There's only one way.
Bring me a doctor, and a car with a driver.
And Miss Rivelles?
I'll let her go, with the driver,
when I'm safe and far away from here.
Listen.
No, there's nothing to say. You've heard my demands.
Do what I say or I'll kill her.
Alright.
But first I want some proof the girl's still alive.
Talk.
Talk!
I'm alright, Detective.
Honestly, Detective, I don't care about that man's life.
- Get in there and end this. - No.
So what do you propose, Alicia?
To give in to his demands.
Bring him a doctor and a car.
Maite's life is in danger, Diego.
Or maybe you're afraid of something else, Mr. Murquía?
- Fine. - If I may?
Ezequiel wants a doctor.
If one of us pretends to be, we can inject him a sedative and he'll sleep.
It will be easy to trap him and free Maite.
But who can pretend to be the doctor?
I'm afraid that man has seen us all.
Not all of us.
I hope it's worth it.
Is Diego Murquía really so important to you?
- Or maybe something that belongs to him. - Shut your mouth.
Listening to you makes me feel even worse.
- Who is it? - The doctor.
Come in.
Close the door. Put the chair against it.
- What are you waiting for? - No, nothing.
Let me see the wound.
Hurry up.
Are your hands always so shaky, Doctor?
I'm not used to working with a gun pointed at me.
You're right.
One false move and I'll kill her.
No. Don't worry.
I have to clean and disinfect the wound.
It'd be best to give you an injection.
What's that?
- What's that? - Cocaine.
- A local anaesthetic. - I don't want an anaesthetic.
If I don't inject you, you'll pass out from the pain.
Alright.
What are you going to sew me up with?
I have my instruments here, in my case.
Have you sterilized it?
- Yes, yes. Of course. - With what?
Yes, what have you sterilized it with?
Well, with sterilizers.
Sterilizers...
of course.
Damn liar! What were you going to inject me with?
Cocaine, I already told you.
Maite!
Don't move!
I'm never listening to you again.
- I was shaking all over. - I'm very proud of you.
Yes, yes, thank you. But it was awful.
And you can take your own case downstairs.
- Are you going to question him? - Later, at the station.
Right now we're trying to stop him from bleeding to death.
Perfect. I'd like to be present when you question him.
- If you could tell me when-- - No.
I really must insist.
And I'll insist on saying no, Mr. Murquía.
- At least let me talk to him a moment. - What for?
Because that man kidnapped my wife and almost killed me.
Two good reasons why I won't let you near him.
Detective...
Detective!
That man wanted to destroy the hotel. He's a murderer and a conspirator.
I can't imagine what he's capable of convincing you of.
Don't worry, Mr. Murquía.
I know how to spot a liar.
Ladies.
I brought you an infusion. It's better than tea.
I thought it would help you sleep.
There was no need, but thank you.
See you tomorrow, Julio.
I'm so sorry for what I said. I was angry.
I know.
I'd never have forgiven myself for what I said if something had happened to you.
Everything turned out alright in the end.
I don't want you to leave.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm glad.
Alicia and I need you.
I don't know what we'd do without you.
Good night.
Good morning. May I?
Please.
It appears we came through the trance unscathed.
- What trance, Don Jesús? - The celebration.
Don't you think it went reasonably well?
What are you smiling at?
If you're trying to tell me that you were right,
and your methods are as efficient as mine,
I'm prepared to admit it.
I've never seen the waiters at the Grand Hotel work so hard.
They really put their hearts into it.
I appreciate your words.
I think your boys wanted to be as good as you'd said they were.
Thank you again, Doña Ángela.
But I'll never admit having said that in front of any of my maids.
Good morning.
- What have you done to your hair? - Isn't it adorable?
- It's different. - I like it.
It makes him look more formal.
Darling, if you keep eating like that you'll be ill on the train.
That's true.
You should be thinking of leaving. I'll take you to the car.
Have a good trip.
- You're still here, Sofía? - Where should I be?
At church. Where else? Father Grau told you.
I'm not sure about church.
- Plus the child's here, I can't leave-- - I'll take care of him.
You have to go.
But, Alfredo, I don't feel like it.
I'm not going to argue. You committed to going so you must go.
Alright.
Whatever you say.
Have you seen the butter?
Father Grau?
Oh dear, Sofía! I forgot to tell you.
With this work to do, we decided to leave the collection until tomorrow.
- Don't worry. I'll come back tomorrow. - No, no you won't.
I could do with another pair of hands. Will you help me?
What do I have to do?
First... protect this beautiful dress.
The water gets everywhere.
If you could prepare the lime, I can work faster.
But I don't know how...
Don't worry, I'll help. I can teach you.
That's it, with force.
Good.
Now you try.
And how is everything?
Well,
it's hard to explain.
For my brother's wedding, everyone's been putting on a brave face.
And you?
Excuse my familiarity but I find it strange to talk to you so formally.
Are you putting on a brave face?
I try to be happy, rather than just pretending, Father.
But do you feel better?
At peace?
Yes.
I feel better.
Look me in the eye.
You're on the path of righteousness,
but you've still a way to go.
Give yourself time.
What are you doing here so soon?
Yes...
It appears the collection is tomorrow in the end.
Well then you'll go again tomorrow and that's that.
I don't think it's a good idea, Alfredo.
No, you can't do that to the man after he's treated you so kindly.
It's wise to be in the Church's good books.
Besides, if all goes well, we'll soon be back in our legitimate position.
And I'll have less free time.
As you wish, Alfredo.
Are you alright, Sofía?
- Are you upset? - Me?
No.
No, don't worry.
I'm going to take a bath.
There was so much mud on the path. I'm filthy.
Are you feeling better?
The doctor did an excellent job.
I'm glad.
Now are you ready to tell me about the event that nearly cost you your life?
More than one person is interested in keeping me quiet.
They'll probably kill me, talk or not,
but I prefer to keep quiet.
If you talk, the judge will take it into consideration on sentencing.
I'm keeping quiet.
I confess I'd like to know why you kidnapped Doña Alicia,
why you drugged her and then let her go,
but I'm not so naive as to think you'll confess your crimes so easily.
So why do you ask?
Because I think you know something about Diego Murquía
he doesn't want getting out.
I told you I'm not talking.
Why are you so determined to defend the swine who almost killed you?
If I talk, Detective, I won't get out of here alive.
Who are you afraid of, Ezequiel?
You'll be killed anyway, by the garotte. I assure you it is not a pleasant death.
If you collaborate, I can protect you. If not...
Wait!
He wants money. Twenty thousand pesetas.
And a letter of diplomacy allowing him to leave Spain unhindered,
and a pardon signed by the judge.
Are you going to give him all that?
You're going to let my wife's kidnapper leave Spain without paying for his crime?
He is merely a henchman of the real man behind Doña Alicia's kidnapping.
That's his story!
Don't tell me you're going to fall for his blackmail.
It's not up to me.
If my wife's kidnapping isn't crime enough,
do it for what those brutes did at the Grand Hotel on New Year's Eve.
Or have you forgotten about the dead and mutilated, Ayala?
Listen, Mr. Murquía.
Neither your wife's kidnapping nor the hotel attack are unimportant.
But I repeat, the decision is not mine.
It was your decision!
Am I wrong?
The judge will be the one to decide.
Lucky for us.
Are you saying I wouldn't be just?
I mean what I mean; no more, no less.
Good day, Detective Ayala.
I still can't believe I got out alive.
That man would've killed me in a flash.
Well, it's over now, and you're alright.
What's wrong with you?
Oh...
how silly of me!
Happy birthday, my love.
I told you not to spend your money on me.
Open it.
Aren't you going to say anything?
Thank you.
Don't you like them? Is that it?
They're beautiful.
Go on, put them on.
Where are you going?
To try them on. I'll be right back.
Belén!
Happy birthday, Camila.
Did you know today's an important day for me too?
Or at least it was.
What do you mean?
It's my wedding anniversary.
Not that it matters much now.
Have a lovely day.
Here you go.
The pardon signed by the judge,
and the money you asked for.
And the letter of diplomacy?
It should be here by now. I don't what the hold up is.
You'll have it soon.
We'll talk when that letter arrives.
You have no reason to doubt my word.
I know what I'm up against, Detective.
Bring me that letter,
and I'll tell you all I know,
about my boss...
and Diego Murquía.
- My darling, what's wrong? - Stay away from me.
But, why? What's wrong?
I'm a fool.
I believed you loved me.
Of course I love you.
I saw it. I saw the brooch you gave her.
The brooch? Gave to who?
I know...
she went to church with you.
And that she was wearing my dress.
Forget about me, please!
- Camila, I swear I-- - No, go away.
Why did you do it?
Did you really think I'd give you up?
You don't love me. You never have.
I want what's mine for being your wife.
You won't be after I get an annulment.
I've already sent the request to my lawyer.
Unfortunately for you, I didn't send it.
I fooled you there too.
What are you going to do? Hit me?
Now you're going to show the guts you've always lacked?
If you go anywhere near her, I'll kill you.
Sir! The letter!
Finally.
Even the judges are not what they used to be.
What are you going to give him, Detective?
Do you really want to see that man?
Hear what he has to say?
Of course I do.
Follow me.
The keys, Hernando.
The letter arrived too late. It's no use now.
This isn't a diplomatic letter.
"The truth was in Cain".
Dear mother,
I write you these brief lines to tell you I'm well,
and to give you some good news.
Your son is now assistant to the maître d'. What do you think?
Don Jesús is teaching me so that one day,
- Everything alright, Espinosa? - I may be maître d' of the Grand Hotel.
Who would have thought it, mother?
Never place the bowl on the table.
Alright?
That's better.
It seems this good man has taken a shine to me,
although I don't know why as I can be more of a hindrance than a help.
The silver should be polished every morning.
The other day, for example,
he could have reprimanded me for a job I had forgotten to do,
but he simply asked me not to leave the hotel again without telling him.
Where's Espinosa?
I don't know, Sir. Do you want me to look for him?
No, that's not necessary.
Maybe he took it well
because I told him I'd been at church, which was the truth.
But don't be fooled, mother. I'm still as undevout as you remember.
However, I do pray to God that you are always in good health,
and that we may see each other soon.
Your ever loving son, Julio.
Boy, do you know where Father Grau is?
He's hearing confession.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
Go ahead, my child. What are you here to confess?
To having impure thoughts and desires, Father.
Who has never at some time broken the sixth commandment?
Who has never desired someone they have no right to desire?
I don't know, Father,
but I cannot live like this.
If I remain with the man close to me,
the thoughts will continue.
As long as they're only thoughts.
I feel like I have no control over myself, Father.
And I think that,
given the opportunity, I'd cross,
I'd cross that line,
that I shouldn't cross,
that I don't want to cross.
I'm happy to hear that. I see you have strong principles.
No, I don't, Father.
What I need to do is,
stay away from that man.
Good morning.
You look familiar to me.
We met at the Grand Hotel. I'm Alicia Alarcón.
Ah, yes! Don Diego's wife, am I right?
Yes.
Well, Sofía's sister.
Yes, yes. That's it.
How may this humble priest help you, ladies?
"The truth was in Cain".
Yes, we think it's from the Bible. Do you recognize the passage?
Not as part of the Holy Scriptures, no.
- But Cain-- - Cain embodies envy, evil, revenge.
But not the truth.
There's no such passage in Genesis. Where did you get it from?
That's not important.
We just wanted to make sure.
What self-confidence!
Well, my friend didn't want to bother you, Father.
It's just we found the phrase in the pages of an old book and...
well, it caught our attention.
May I ask what book?
A romantic novel. I don't remember the title.
I'd love to see that book.
Maybe the phrase has something to do with the plot.
Father's right.
We didn't think of that. We should read that novel.
Thank you for your help, Father.
I wasn't much help. If you bring me the book...
No, there's no need. I'm sure you can find it in the library.
And I've just remembered the title. It was El Buscón, by Quevedo.
But your friend said it was a romantic novel.
And it isn't?
How disappointing!
Anyway, goodbye, Father.
- Did he tell you anything? - Nothing useful.
How vain! I don't know what your sister sees in him.
A humble priest indeed!
What are you talking about?
Are you alright, mother?
Yes.
Although I have little reason to be.
But you know I'm capable of anything.
Sometimes it's better to think that all is lost, don't you think?
No, I don't.
I'm not going to let Diego do what he likes with this hotel.
Or with my family.
But what else can you do?
Your brother will soon be back from his honeymoon.
As soon as we receive that dowry, everything will change.
- You're going to invest that money in-- - Yes.
In getting my part of the property back. No more, no less.
But I'm not going to buy it myself.
Not in Diego's eyes.
I hope everything turns out as you hope.
It will, you'll see.
But first I need that dowry,
which they should have already paid us.
I wonder what this all means?
- You wonder? - Yes, Hernando, that's what I said.
And what's your answer?
It's a figure of speech, for God's sake man!
Look at his trachea. What do you deduce?
They strangled the poor fellow.
But then, his head injury, the finger they cut off?
Yes. The murderer hit and mutilated him, but when he was already dead.
The question is...
what reason did he have for doing so?
Another question, eh?
Another one without an answer I suppose.
One of these days my patience is going to run out with you.
I wonder when?
It's a figure of speech, Sir.
What did you find out from your visit?
Father Grau says it's not a biblical quote.
Father Grau could be wrong.
She doesn't like Father Grau for some reason.
"The truth was in Cain".
Cain killed his brother Abel.
Is Ezequiel telling us his brother killed him?
You can forget that theory, Mr. Olmedo.
Perhaps you know who did it?
No, Miss. But the deceased was an only child.
That means...
Ah, of course!
So... why the reference to Cain?
Hard to tell.
At first I thought it had to do with the fracture in the victim's cranium.
In the Bible, Cain killed Abel with a blow to the head.
- But he didn't cut his finger off. - No.
The Old Testament mentions no such details.
It's not in the Bible you should be looking, but in the rooms.
There's order in the disorder.
Why do you say that, Hernando?
I read it sir.
This telegram has just arrived.
How dare you call this coffee!
What's happened?
Nothing, Doña Ángela.
A difficult customer.
Yes, so I see.
And what are you doing working, child?
I feel better now.
And it's not fair that the others have to do my job.
Does my son know? Is he OK with it?
I'm sorry, Doña Ángela,
but I can't talk about your son right now.
Not with you.
- What's happened? - It's over.
It's over.
But, Camila, how can you say that, dear?
I'm sure you can work it out.
No, Ma'am.
I'm looking for a new job.
I can't stay in the hotel.
How quickly you've got used to life as a rich man.
I couldn't sleep last night, mother.
What have you done to Camila?
She's keeping quiet but she's upset,
and I'm sure you have something to do with it.
I love Camila, mother. I haven't done anything to her,
but she's convinced otherwise.
Andrés, what is she convinced of?
She thinks I'm still seeing Belén.
And is it true?
I'm your mother, look me in the eye.
No it isn't, mother.
But Camila must believe so for a reason.
Belén has made sure she believes it.
You have to fix things, Andrés.
That poor girl wants to leave the hotel.
If she doesn't go today,
it's only because she has no other job or place to live.
- She won't listen to me. - You have to try.
Why do you think I couldn't sleep last night?
I couldn't stop thinking about her.
I went to see her three times.
She doesn't want to see me.
Oh, Andrés!
In my forty five years of work I've met a lot a despicable people,
but you're the worst of all, without a doubt!
I don't know what he has told you, but I'm sure he hasn't told you everything.
What do you have to say about my son?
It doesn't matter.
What do you have to say about my son?
Andrés isn't the person you think.
I'm sure he'd never raise his hand to you.
Do you expect me to believe that Andrés has mistreated you?
It's the truth.
I wish it were.
Keep scrubbing.
We don't want anyone to slip over.
Violeta!
Where's Violeta?
Where's my wife?
Come on, come with me.
Who do you think you are coming into this hotel?
Get out!
Tell that bitch she's escaped today, but I'll be back.
I'll tell her nothing, I don't know who she is nor does she work here.
Stay where you are!
That's not what I was told.
I couldn't care less what you were told. Get out of here! Come on, out!
Out!
Thank you.
Thank you? What do you mean thank you?
I think you owe your older sister an explanation.
What on earth is all this noise?
Nothing, an intruder got into the kitchen.
But it was just a scare.
You didn't know him?
No, Sir.
You should've told me the truth from the start.
It's not strange for your husband to come looking for you if you left him.
My life in that house was hell.
Why didn't you tell me?
How would it have helped?
Knowing I was with a man who spent his life drinking and taking it out on me?
You won't like what I'm about to say.
What do you mean?
You'll have to leave here, Violeta.
If not he'll find you sooner rather than later.
Where am I to go?
I don't know.
I'll give you all the money I can, but you have to leave, sister.
It seems our friend likes to play.
He likes to play with advantage, Detective.
An intellectual?
How else did he know we were looking in the Bible?
"It's not in the Bible you should be looking, but in the rooms.
There's order in the disorder".
He may be close by.
Or have an informant.
Not so fast, Miss.
Our friend sent us a first message. "The truth was in Cain".
He knew we'd go straight to the Scriptures.
Where else would we go?
But Father Grau said that it wasn't a quote from the Scriptures.
Which leads me to believe the phrase is a puzzle in itself.
Our friend wants us to play. Play at solving it.
He sent us another clue, a second message.
Rooms which seem disorderly but aren't.
Is it just me or are you enjoying this, Detective?
I love puzzles, Doña Alicia, I can't deny it.
There is no more stimulating game.
Tell that to Ezequiel.
But what does it all mean?
Disorderly rooms, but with order within.
He's talking about the hotel rooms.
What if certain things in the rooms have been disordered...
to give us a clue or something?
What do you suggest? That we check room by room.
That's not possible.
Only a waiter could do it.
Or an Alarcón.
Or a friend of an Alarcón.
Miss!
Julio! You startled me.
- Wasn't this one of my rooms? - No, I was to search this one.
Have you found anything?
Nothing.
We're alone.
Julio.
Someone could come in at any moment.
I have to go to reception, to see what other rooms are free.