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.
Have a lovely day.
- Camila, I swear I-- - No, leave me alone.
- Why did you do it? - I want what's mine for being your wife.
What are you going to do? Hit me?
If you go anywhere near her, I'll kill you.
It seems our friend likes to play.
"It's not in the Bible you should be looking, but in the rooms.
There's order in the disorder."
- Have you found anything? - Nothing.
I have to go to reception, to see what other rooms are free.
GRAND HOTEL
Sorry!
Forget it. It's not the rooms.
Of course it is. It said so in the telegram.
Let's go.
Look!
The keys aren't in their place.
I'm sorry, Doña Alicia. I don't know how that happened.
- I'll put them back immediately. - No, don't worry.
Wait a moment, Mateo. Thank you.
There's order within the disorder.
That's what it said in the telegram.
Four, seventeen...
eight, five, nine, two...
Thank you, Mateo.
If there's an order in this disorder, I can't see it.
Let's go step by step.
We have seventeen numbers.
None of them repeated.
In fact, they're the first seventeen numbers.
- Just unordered. - In apparent disorder.
Or at least that's what the telegram said.
This make about as much sense as the first message.
"The truth was in Cain".
Five words with no meaning.
What if we have to relate the first message to the second?
They're complicated enough on their own.
The truth was in Cain and seventeen unordered numbers.
We have five words and seventeen numbers.
Five words and seventeen letters.
She said seventeen numbers, Julio.
And I'm saying these five words have a total of seventeen letters.
The same number of letters as numbers in that other message.
It may be coincidence, or maybe not.
- Read me the numbers. - Yes.
Four, seventeen...
eight, five...
nine, two...
twelve...
one...
fourteen, sixteen, three, seven...
ten, eleven, six, fifteen...
thirteen.
Adrián Vera Celande.
We have to tell Ayala about this.
And Julio?
He was going to change and leave by the back door.
- Doña Alicia. - Father Grau.
I hope it's not an imposition, but I'm here to ask you a favour.
How can I help?
I know your husband is the decision maker in the Grand Hotel.
The church is very short on funds.
Right now, the Cantaloa orphanage is very unsanitary.
With the cold and damp the children are constantly ill.
I'm sorry but I'm afraid my husband won't be interested in collaborating.
I'd be lying if I said otherwise.
No, no. I haven't come for money.
I wanted to organize a charity gala.
To raise funds.
For the orphans.
They have a small choir, they'd come to sing.
Only the coldest of hearts could hear them and not contribute.
Very well.
I'll talk to my husband. But I can't promise anything.
I'll do my best though.
You're an angel, Madam.
I see you're not the only kind soul in the family.
Father Grau.
I wasn't told you were here.
I didn't come to see you.
Please excuse my small infidelity!
Please excuse my lack of courtesy, but I must go and attend to my son.
Naturally.
Yes, yes. I know.
Know what?
That you hold your grudge in silence doesn't make it any less apparent to me.
Don't forget I'm your husband.
I know you.
I don't know what grudge you're referring to, Alfredo.
I promised you I'd fix our situation.
Give you and little Alejandro a better future.
And, well...
What are you saying? That you give up?
That you've done all you can?
You tell me.
Here I am,
with no title,
manager of a hotel I don't manage.
I'm just decorative.
No Alfredo. You're not decorative.
Thank you.
But I hope you're not going to put up with this. Do you hear me?
Because I'm not prepared to.
I know you're saying that for my own good.
You're so good to me.
No, Alfredo.
I'm not as good as you think.
Camila!
You know Camila doesn't want to see you, Andrés.
Let me in, please.
You can't force her to talk to you.
- Camila... Please. - I said she doesn't want to see you.
What are you going to do? Hit me like you did Belén?
No. Of course not.
Andrés.
I know you love me.
So then? Your birthday present...
Camila, it wasn't what you think.
Belén fooled us both.
Don't you see?
- You're the one fooling yourself. - No!
Do you remember New Year's Eve?
How could I forget? I almost lost you forever.
I saw you bringing me that flower.
But I also saw that on seeing her,
it was as if I'd disappeared.
As if everything disappeared for you,
except her.
I don't love her anymore, I swear, Camila. I don't love her anymore.
Maybe.
But you don't love me like you loved her.
You've never looked at me the way you looked at her that night.
Camila! Camila!
I think it's a good cause.
So do I, my dear.
And an admirable initiative by the new priest.
Shall I tell him he can count on your support?
Certainly not.
I can't see what good a choir of needy orphans will do the hotel.
Those children are crying for help, Diego.
Crying for help.
But that priest prefers to come crying to the owner of the Grand Hotel.
But the owner of the Grand Hotel refuses his offer.
I understand.
Tell Father Grau not to take it personally but I prefer to tell it how it is.
Before he would have had to deal with much more arduous people,
to end up with the same result.
I doubt my mother would have handled the situation in the same way.
Maybe you don't well her enough.
You're right.
A girl can't even be sure how well she knows the people she has close to her.
Do you know the name Adrián Vera Celande?
Not at all. Should I?
No.
Where did you get that name from, dear?
- Someone mentioned it the other night. - For any reason in particular?
I don't remember.
And who mentioned it? Do you remember that?
No.
Yet you ask me if I know this Adrián.
You can't remember who mentioned him nor in what context,
but you ask me if I know him.
You're right. Forget it.
What are you looking for?
I've seen the name written somewhere before,
Adrián Vera Celande.
And that can only mean two things.
Either he's in our deceased files or...
he's a fugitive from Justice. Here it is.
Any news?
Adrián Vera Celande exists.
That's good news!
But nothing has been known of him in over twelve years.
Adrián Vera Celande...
was declared wanted
as the main suspect in Marta Santos de Vera's death, his wife.
But if that man, Adrián Vera, wasn't only behind his wife's murder,
but also the attack on the Grand Hotel, Alicia's kidnapping and Ezequiel's murder,
- something doesn't add up. - Indeed.
Why would he give us clues to discover his identity?
And if he's doing all this to get back at Diego,
what could Diego have done to deserve such excessive revenge?
Only Diego can tell us that.
- Alicia, you have to talk to him-- - I have already.
- And how did he react? - As I expected.
He told me he'd never heard that name before.
And if he does know him, there's no way he'll admit it.
Unless he has no choice but to admit it?
That won't be easy.
What if Adrián Vera Celande decided to spend a few days at the hotel?
You beat me to it again, Mr. Olmedo.
Have you ever thought about joining the force?
I remember mentioning it to you before.
As if it were that easy. You do say some things!
Get out!
You rude man!
You useless bunch!
You don't know who you're dealing with!
You're lucky, Don Jesús.
She almost cracked poor Camila's head open this morning.
She slapped Virginia a while ago,
and with me she was delicate enough to just tip over the teapot.
Something must be done about that woman.
Don Alfredo!
Yes, Jesús?
We have a big problem with a guest, Sir.
The one in room 34.
A big problem you say.
Yes, Don Alfredo.
She's assaulted two of my maids,
Don Jesús and myself, Sir.
Not to mention the damage caused to hotel furniture and porcelain.
She behaves as if the hotel were hers, Sir.
You mean it would be a good idea if someone were to inform her delicately
that her behaviour is inappropriate?
With all due respect, Don Alfredo,
I fear that may be insufficient.
Right.
And what else can we do?
We're not going to eject her from the Grand Hotel.
Do you really think it necessary?
Yes, Don Alfredo.
That woman could cause a misfortune.
I'll go and see her.
Room 34.
- What's her name? - Doña Rose Marie.
Doña Rose Marie Fronkest.
Rose Marie Fronkest?
Yes, that's what I said, Sir.
Good luck, Don Alfredo.
Yes.
Thank you.
- So that woman is the King's lover. - No.
Rosemary Fronkest is the lover.
From what I hear, since he met her,
His Majesty only has carnal activity with her.
And just for that we allow her to mistreat the staff
and destroy the furniture?
It's your decision,
but if the King's lover is staying at the Grand Hotel,
it's possible His Majesty may appear at any moment.
- And? - We could organise a celebration.
Or some other kind of event.
Alfredo,
if His Majesty is coming to see his lover, he may prefer discretion.
That's true.
Although maybe it's not such a bad idea after all.
I even have the perfect event.
His Majesty couldn't possibly refuse to attend.
With your permission, Sir.
A charity gala, in benefit of the Cantaloa orphanage.
- Shall I serve you too, Don Alfredo? - Yes, thank you.
Jesús, it's possible that in the next few hours
a very high ranking guest may arrive at the Grand Hotel.
- Do you understand? - Yes, Sir.
Good.
This guest will most probably not register under his real name.
He will use a pseudonym, possibly one of these I've noted down.
They're the ones he uses most.
Understood, Sir.
But he could always use a name that's not on the list.
And if he's already here?
We shouldn't rule out that he's already checked in.
Only the most recent arrivals.
Jonás Larra, Francisco de Mendoza y Villarroel...
Rómulo Asiaín...
No, I don't think it's any of these.
Oh, I missed one.
Adrián Vera Celande...
- Does it ring a bell? - My thoughts were elsewhere.
Well, be patient. The King will arrive soon.
Keep me informed.
You'd better put your gun away, Mr. Murquía.
What are you doing here?
In Adrián Vera's room, you mean? Or do you still claim not to know him?
Whether I do or not is none of your business.
It is when you come into this room without knocking and holding a gun.
Then do what you have to do.
Mr. Murquía,
we both know this Vera doesn't like you much.
I don't know why.
I don't know what you could have done to make him hate you so much,
but if you don't tell me what you know, I won't be able to protect you.
And I think you need protecting right now.
Like that poor man needed it?
Ezequiel.
It seems clear that protection is not your forte.
Sooner or later that man will get his revenge on you.
That revenge will never take place.
If I'm sure of something, it's that Adrián Vera won't hurt me.
You take a lot of precautions for someone who's not threatened by him.
You never know.
And now, if you're not planning on arresting me...
No. Not for the moment.
Then, good day.
I haven't seen you so happy in a long time.
Things are about to change for us.
What's happened?
Nothing yet, dear. But it will.
Are you going to tell me what you mean?
I mean...
The King.
The King is about to arrive at the Grand Hotel.
Do you understand what that means?
I'll finally have the chance to ask him for my title back.
But, Alfredo. Even if it's true,
what makes you think he'll give you what you ask for?
You may not even get the chance to talk to him.
Well, I see the confidence you have in your husband.
No, Alfredo, it's not that.
I'll prove to you I'm worth more than you think.
Alfredo!
What's wrong with Alfredo?
The King's coming.
To the hotel?
No one told me.
He thinks him coming is going to solve all our problems in a flash.
Let him. Hope keeps us going.
You don't seem at all excited by the King's arrival.
Child, the only arrival I'm excited about is your brother's.
You know how important that dowry is for us.
Look! Do you want to hold him?
Good afternoon. Welcome to the Grand Hotel. How may we help you?
I wish to reserve two suites.
The best you have. Under the name of Viscount of Antaída.
Young man,
- did you hear me? - Yes, yes. Yes, Sir.
The keys?
Yes, Sir.
Don Alfredo!
He's arrived, Sir. The Viscount of Antaída.
- Don Alfredo, isn't that man-- - No, it's not. It's not.
When you wish, Majesty.
Is this what you call going incognito?
Sir, Viscount of Antaída,
the former Marquess of Vergara welcomes you to the Grand Hotel.
You're not going to change that sulky face
until I ask what's wrong, are you?
You're wrong, mother.
This man you're looking at now is your son.
Don't talk nonsense! All you're missing are the ball and chain.
That's how I feel, like a galley slave.
For goodness sake, Javier! This is the best time in a marriage.
Full of passion and intense love.
What on earth is wrong?
Laura's got me by the neck.
Too much passion. Love that's too intense. She doesn't leave me alone for a second.
Because she loves you... silly!
And I her, mother.
I do love her, don't get me wrong, but... I can't stand her.
She's determined to change me.
I'm embarrassed to admit it but...
my chest hairs are falling out.
She'll be the death of me.
Stand up for yourself, son.
- You don't have to give in all the time. - It's hard to say no to her.
Yes, I can see that.
With that moustache stiffener you look like a vulgar operetta dandy.
Mother, please. Don't go on.
I don't know what to do.
I warn you, Javier.
If you're thinking of leaving your wife you can think again.
I'm awaiting the dowry from your marriage. It's of vital importance to the Alarcón.
- But, mother! - I won't let you ruin it all.
Yes, mother.
Has Laura said anything to you about it?
She talks about everything but.
If I didn't tell you before, dear,
you look... radiant!
Thank you. I suppose marriage suits me.
Have you seen your son? He's a different man.
Yes, so it seems.
Do you have a moment, Laurita?
All the time you need, Teresa.
It's somewhat awkward,
but the sooner we speak of it the sooner it will be resolved.
Yes, tell me.
Do you know anything of the dowry, dear? Has your mother said anything?
Yes, actually, she has.
Splendid! Can I ask what she told you?
She's not in agreement.
What do you mean she's not in agreement?
She wants to give the dowry as is custom, of course,
but not in the traditional way.
And what's wrong with tradition, dear?
As you know, mama is worried about Javier's reputation.
I've told her not to worry,
- because Javier has changed a lot. - But--
Instead of a normal dowry, she prefers to give us a monthly salary.
A very generous one, but with conditions.
Could you be more specific?
My family would stop paying that salary in the case that,
although it won't happen, Javier left me.
But what are you talking about?
Mama's whims.
But it's not the fault of the rest of us!
What kind of strange arrangement is that, child?
A dowry is a dowry!
That's what I told her.
Please excuse me.
- Alfredo, will you get into bed? - I'm nervous.
And you're making me nervous!
Are you aware what it means for us to be able to speak to the King?
He doesn't want to talk to anyone!
Nobody's seen him since he arrived, Alfredo, please!
He must be busy with State matters.
Alfredo, I think you may be pinning too many hopes on talking to the King.
- The Queen! - With the King.
No, no, darling. The Queen, the Queen!
I've just seen the Queen enter the hotel.
What are you saying, Alfredo?
Alfredo! Where are you going? You're in your pyjamas!
Alfredo, please!
Ma'am.
Your Majesty!
Stay here!
Ladies, follow me.
Your Majesty!
Your Majesty, you have to hide! Quickly!
How dare you?
Her Majesty is in the Grand Hotel.
I know perfectly well where I am, are you stupid?
- No, no, Sir. Her Majesty. The Queen. - What?
Where's my King going?
Go back to sleep, my sweet.
Your Majesty.
Darling!
What a lovely surprise!
I just arrived. I was so lonely at court.
And may I ask how you knew I was here?
Do you ask because you were travelling incognito?
Interesting answer.
Take Her Majesty to my chambers.
Have a private dinner prepared for the Queen and I.
- Anything take your fancy, Sir? - Oysters.
The more the better.
Oysters.
- Darling? - Yes, dear?
I was wondering why you find yourself here, so far away from court?
His Majesty has been so kind as to honour us with his presence at the gala dinner,
Your Majesty.
What dinner?
For the Cantaloa orphanage, Your Majesty.
And who are you wandering around in your nightgown?
Please excuse my impertinence.
I am your humble servant, Alfredo de Vergara,
formerly Marquess of Vergara.
Camila?
Camila, it's me, Andrés.
Let me in, please. I know you're there.
Please just listen to me.
Things aren't the way you think.
Camila...
Camila, please.
Andrés!
Can we talk for a moment?
Now?
Of course.
Believe me I wouldn't be asking if I saw another way out.
It's very embarrassing for me to have to ask you this.
What do you need?
Money.
Wait for me in your room.
Here.
Sell this.
No, no. I don't want you to sell anything of yours, Alicia.
Diego gave it to me.
I don't much care for it.
You'll get more than two thousand pesetas for it, without having to haggle.
No, no. Really, I don't want it. It wouldn't feel right.
Andrés, listen to me.
All I can give you,
is nothing compared to what my family's denied you all these years.
You know it was rightfully yours,
so take it.
I feel ashamed.
- There's no need to. - Yes, but...
But nothing.
What's that?
Valerian and liquorice tea, mother.
To help me sleep.
I spoke to Laura about the dowry.
And what did she say?
They're going to give us the dowry bit by bit,
on a monthly basis.
And we'd have to give it up
if it ever occurred to you to leave your wife.
But, that means...
You'll have to put up with the situation.
We can't lose that money.
If I may, Ma'am?
I think it will invigorate you. It's a cold night.
How observant of you, Jesús.
I do need invigorating.
Get me a brandy, please.
As you wish, Ma'am.
I think this is the first time I've served you liquor.
I never drink it anymore.
It used to be my custom to have a glass before dinner.
They say it's good for the blood.
Who knows?
It was a long time ago,
and I had different customs.
Perhaps you'd like to take some of them up again.
Perhaps.
Good night, Ma'am.
Good night.
As some of you already know,
His Majesty the King has been a guest at the hotel since yesterday,
and he'll be attending the charity dinner tonight.
Listen to what you're being told or you won't know how to behave.
Thank you, Doña Ángela.
To tell the truth, the only thing you need to know about royal protocol
is that wherever the King is in the hotel,
that is always the place of honour.
You should never look His Majesty in the eyes,
nor speak to him unless he asks you a direct question.
What should we call the King, Don Jesús?
In the unlikely case that he speaks to any of you,
you should call him Your Majesty, or Majesty.
What are you whispering about?
Natalia?
Is it true the King has blue blood?
No, it's not.
Do you want to know why they say that about the nobility?
I don't think that's necessary.
Let him tell us, Doña Ángela.
It's tradition for members of the nobility
to stay away from sunlight.
And in white skin, the veins show through.
As those of you who have ever seen any animal being quartered will know,
the wall of the veins have a bluish tint.
- So then the royals have red blood? - As red as yours, without a doubt.
Would you like to add anything, Doña Ángela?
Yes. Just one more thing.
If I catch any of you looking at the King or Queen's veins,
you won't have a day off until the sun rises in the west!
Back to work.
Don Jesús,
if you're thinking of explaining why the sun never rises in the west,
I remind you there's a lot of work to do.
And what you said about blue blood, sounds like claptrap to me.
It's horrifying.
I spilt the wine by accident!
Hernando, I'm talking about the death of Marta Santos.
Her husband, Adrián Vera, killed her with an axe to the head.
Like Ezequiel.
And then he cut off her ring finger.
Like Ezequiel.
Don't tell me, I bet he strangled her first.
Hernando, you haven't understood a thing!
This time!
Adrián Vera killed his wife
with an axe blow to the head.
Then he cut off her finger.
He strangled Ezequiel and wanted to repeat the specifics of Marta's murder.
Like a sign.
Exactly.
That's why he cut off her pointing finger.
The pointing finger is the index finger, Hernando.
That's where it gets its name from.
Maybe we should show this file, with all the photos, to Diego Murquía.
That way he might tell us what he knows about the murderer.
He won't want to end up like that poor woman.
Or like Ezequiel.
How do I look?
You're wearing too much perfume.
You think so?
And the suit?
I haven't seen you this dressed up since we met.
One doesn't meet the King every day, dear.
So you're sticking to your guns.
Alfredo, give me one good reason why the King will agree to see you.
- Yes - Don Alfredo?
Yes.
It's Pierre de Montesquieu, Duke of Ermua.
The King's butler!
Yes, yes!
- Your Duke. - Madam.
Don Alfredo,
His Majesty the King awaits you in his chambers.
Follow me.
Majesty.
Come in.
Sit down.
I want to thank Our Majesty for attending Your charity dinner.
Oh, I'm sorry,
I meant to say the opposite.
So you don't want to thank me.
- No, no, Majesty. I mean-- - Shut up.
I know what you mean.
I realize this dinner isn't your real cause, Vergara.
Last night I decided to restore you into the nobility.
- A thousand thank yous. - Sit down.
I thought I would give you the newly created title of...
Duke of Cantaloa.
- Your Majesty. - Sit down.
But to be frank, I later thought it to be excessive.
If I get carried away handing out Dukedoms,
then those Dukes of noble birth won't take long to condemn me.
I understand, Your Majesty.
I could, of course, make you a Marquess.
But you were already a Marquess and you sold your title.
What impression would it give changing one Marquisate for another?
It would be like admitting they can be traded, which is unacceptable.
Certainly, Majesty, but, if I may Your Majesty,
an Earldom would be of sufficient distinction
and allow me to return to the Aristocracy, which I never should have left.
You're not wrong, Vergara, you're not wrong.
If it weren't for my custom of only granting Earldoms in leap years.
It's silly I know, but what can I say?
I'm superstitious.
Always have been.
That leaves the possibility of naming me Baron.
I thought about that.
But I don't like how it sounds.
- Baron of Cantaloa. - Baron. Baron.
No, no. I don't like it at all.
Well, I could be the Baron of somewhere else.
Come man!
We can't take away someone else's title to give to you!
So then, Majesty?
A Lordship is quite adequate, I believe.
Lord of Cantaloa has a nice ring to it, don't you think?
But, Majesty, a Lordship is the lowest ranking title.
Don't get demanding now!
No, no, of course not, Majesty.
So then, Lord of Cantaloa and that's that.
Now, be off with you.
- Be off! Leave! Leave! - Yes.
Your Majesty.
I'm not going to let you hit me again.
Can we talk?
Say what you have to say.
In private.
I'll be right here.
What do you want?
Money fixes everything, doesn't it?
What do you want to buy with that?
Not just the money.
If you leave the Grand Hotel I can promise you a job in Santalla.
Housekeeper at the Valdivia house.
They'll pay you a hundred pesetas a month more than the hotel.
And there's two thousand pesetas here.
In exchange for me leaving.
The job and the money are yours if you leave here forever.
And you think you can get rid of me just like that?
There's another reason for you to leave. I already told you, don't you remember?
I told you if you didn't stay away from her I'd kill you.
Here's the address of the house.
You heard she's left.
Well, it was about time.
You don't have to pretend in front of your mother.
- I know how much you love her. - No, mother.
I won't deny that I was very much in love with her.
But now I love Camila. If I'm sure of anything it's that.
I'm talking about Camila.
Camila's the one who's left.
Apparently she found a job in Santalla.
At the Valdivia house.