- My son won't fall back into your trap. - He'll fall whenever I say so.
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.
Majesty, a Lordship is a lower ranking title.
A Lordship is quite adequate, I believe.
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.
- How much money do you want? - It's not money we want,
rather something else you possess.
What have they done to you?
I don't remember a thing.
There was a portrait of Diego there, a wedding portrait.
Diego was married to another woman before me.
The keys aren't in their place.
"There's order within the disorder". That's what it said in the telegram.
Four, seventeen, eight.
Adrián Vera Celande,
was declared wanted
as the main suspect in Marta Santos de Vera's death, his wife.
GRAND HOTEL
They seem at peace.
Yes. Their bellies are full.
The Governess really spoilt them at dinner.
Forgive me for saying so, Father,
but I fear this dinner will only raise a few hundred pesetas.
A bit more I hope.
Look, Father,
at a dinner where the King and Queen are present, people only come to be seen.
What you need is money.
Not I... My orphans.
Well yes, your orphans.
Do you know what an auction is?
I don't think so.
It's not so common on the continent,
but where my parents come from, on the islands, it's the norm.
What happens at these auctions?
You'll find out very soon.
We'll soon hold an auction in benefit of your orphans.
What do you think?
Very good.
His Majesty has refused to restore my title of Marquess of Vergara.
He feels it unbefitting of a man of my worth.
Now we are Dukes.
The Dukes of Cantaloa.
Hello, honey-bug!
Don't be foolish and put that cigarette out.
I don't like you tasting of ashtrays.
I'm going to the inn. Don't wait up.
What on earth are you doing? Are you mad?
No, no, no, mother, not at all.
If I leave my wife we lose the dowry, but...
What if I can get her to leave me?
Number 40. That's me.
Hello.
Leave me alone, please.
Why do you want me to leave?
You wanted to keep me away from Camila, didn't you?
Well you've done that.
What are you scared of Andrés?
Of desiring your wife?
It's legitimate now.
Very soon your mother will be bringing my breakfast to our room.
And everyone will be back in their rightful place.
You're hurting me!
- Is everything alright? - Yes.
Stop it, Andrés!
You're drunk.
Your Majesties, ladies and gentlemen,
Tonight is, without doubt, the night that, more than ever,
the Grand Hotel justifies its--
Please don't stop on my account, I beg of you.
What is it this time? You couldn't have worse timing.
I can wait until you finish your speech.
Detective.
This woman was killed by the same person as Ezequiel.
Adrián Vera Celande.
What can you tell me about him, Mr. Murquía?
Judging by his acts, it seems clear it would be unwise to confront him.
Their Majesties are waiting for me. If you'll excuse me.
- Please excuse us. - Of course.
What did Diego say?
Your husband's as inexpressive when he talks as when he doesn't.
And I assure you, seeing these pictures didn't trouble him at all.
I don't think you should look at them.
There are photographs of Adrián Vera's wife's body.
I warned you not to look.
It's her.
Who?
The woman I saw in Diego's wedding portrait.
The one I saw when I was kidnapped.
But that means...
Diego is Adrián Vera Celande.
I'm close by, Adrián, but where?
What are you doing coming home at this time and still all dressed up?
I couldn't sleep, mother. I went out for a walk.
You drank too much. How did you expect to sleep?
Yes, maybe.
Maybe? You drank too much.
So you just said, mother. I'm going to lie down.
Belen?
I'm coming!
What's wrong, Andrés?
I don't know what I've done. I woke up in the forest.
My hands were covered in blood, and my clothes.
- You slept there? - Yes, I don't know. I was really drunk.
All I know is I took Belen there.
- Last night? - By force.
But why? What for?
I don't know what I did to her.
Calm down, Andrés.
If you'd done something, I'm sure you'd remember.
I told you I was really drunk.
But it's not like you.
I wanted to hurt her.
She drove Camila and I apart and...
last night all my hatred for her came out.
You were very drunk, you said so yourself.
You wouldn't hurt a fly.
And the blood?
I went to Belen's room and she wasn't there.
Andrés, calm down.
Try not to think about it.
When you least expect it, Belen will appear. You'll see.
Yes, yes.
At twelve o'clock in the lobby.
Covering yourself from your husband?
You scared me.
You could have knocked.
I have to organise that auction.
But I could set it back for a good reason.
We haven't been intimate for a long time, Alicia.
You're scared of me.
Rise and shine!
Come on, honey-bug!
To go to bed late you have to know how to get up early. Come on.
- Don't you feel like playing, honey-bug? - No, I don't.
Come on, there's a time and a place.
When has it never been the right time for you? Come here!
Our honeymoon is over.
Now you have to start getting our lives in order.
- I'm fine like this, to be honest. - Like what?
Honey-bug, doesn't the idea of being a kept man repulse you?
No.
I've never worked. It's not the way I was raised.
Yes, I know. Which is precisely why I'm stepping in.
What do you mean?
I've managed to get you an appointment with Anastasio Fleitas!
Anastasio Fleitas, from the Vilacastín & Fleitas legal firm.
Right, yes.
He's considering you for the post of clerk.
That's very kind, my love, but...
the Law's not my...
I don't see myself as a clerk.
Well, I don't care how you see yourself.
Javier, you're a grown man. It's time to take some responsibility.
Yes, but not all at once. I...
I think it's better a step at a time.
You're going to see that man,
and you're to be enthusiastic about his contract.
- But, Laura... - You're going.
Come on, get up.
I'll pick you out a suit.
How did you sleep, your Duke?
Not very well.
I had a nightmare.
Tell me about it.
I dreamt the King gave me a title.
What kind of nightmare is that?
It's the truth. The King did give you a title.
In the dream he gave me... a lower ranking title.
A... lordship.
Good God, what's that? A lordship?
I've never heard of such a thing.
A lordship is not insignificant, Sofía.
Yes, it is, compared to a Duke.
Alfredo...
I've been thinking, to celebrate we're now Dukes,
- we could take a trip... - Where to?
I don't know, anywhere.
The main thing is to get away from the hotel...
and Cantaloa.
I'm the manager of the Grand Hotel, Sofía.
I can't just up and leave my responsibilities...
neither can you.
- Mine? - Yes, yours, Sofía, yours...
Your responsibilities to the parish.
You would be doing an injustice to Father Grau if you stopped helping now.
Come in.
Such gray days.
No storm lasts forever, ma'am. Sooner or later the sun will shine again.
I wasn't referring to the weather.
Neither was I, ma'am.
How's the day looking, Jesús?
Madam Ludivina...
Call her Lady. Here we all call her Lady.
Lady reminds you that Mr. Barnes will be at the Grand Hotel at noon.
The man from the auction house.
I can't understand why my son-in-law
gets involved with these troublesome events.
An auction.
At least it's for a good cause, ma'am.
I know.
But Sir Murquía never supports a good cause unless it's his own.
Should I tell your maid to draw the bath while you have breakfast?
Very well. Thank you, Jesús.
Just doing my job, ma'am.
It's so typical.
Belén always has the day off when there's most work.
We've so much work today and she's off.
You sure she's off?
That's what it says in the rota.
And she took her mauve dress. The one she wore to the wedding.
- So? - That dress is for one thing only.
Some women are shameless.
Something wrong, Andrés?
No, Mother. Like what?
You've been acting strangely since this morning. You're hiding something.
What do you expect.
It's only been two days since Camila left.
Is that the reason?
Don't worry. She loves you very much.
I'm sure in time she'll change her mind and come back to you.
I hope so.
FREE
Father Grau.
Don Alfredo.
Thank you for seeing me. Please...
It's no trouble, Father.
You know well my appreciation for you,
well deserved of course.
How may I help you?
Well, with what we raised at the dinner plus what we hope to raise at the auction,
we'll have a considerable amount of money.
For which, I'm sure, We are all grateful.
Those poor orphans deserve all we can give them.
Exactly, the money should be used to build a house worthy of them.
A place they can feel at home.
And I think I've found the perfect land to build it on.
That's wonderful, Father.
Between us, I will be leaving Cantaloa soon.
I had no idea you were leaving.
- You'll be sorely missed. - Thank you.
But I'm not sure how I can help you with the land?
The owner is the Marquess of Rustarazo.
I went to talk to him but he refuses to sell.
The nobility is a closed circle, as you well know,
and now that you're a Duke, you're back in that circle.
You want me to convince the Marquess to sell you that land.
Or you could buy them.
Not with your own money, naturally, but with what we raise.
What do you say?
I'm not sure.
Let me think about it.
Of course, your Duke.
Good day.
- Anything wrong, darling? - No.
You seem worried.
Upset really.
Father Grau just told me he'll be leaving Cantaloa soon.
Really? Did he say why?
No. Probably matters beyond his control.
Isn't it a shame?
Naturally.
I'm going, my dear.
Isn't it a beautiful afternoon?
When were you going to tell me you're leaving?
Honestly, I wasn't going to.
Why not?
You know full well.
No. I don't.
You're the reason I want to leave.
If I stay, I'll look for you,
I'll want to be with you.
Leaving is the only way.
No, it's not.
We're adults.
What happened last night was a mistake that can't happen again.
I'm not so sure, Sofía.
Don't leave.
Not because of me.
Stay and I promise I'll keep my distance.
Who says I'm capable of keeping mine?
If you are intent on doing so,
I'm sure you will be able to keep your vows.
Take these letters to Mrs Pacheco's room.
I found this in my office. When did it arrive?
This morning I imagine. With the rest of the mail, Sir.
You imagine? Didn't you deliver it?
No, Sir.
Then how did it arrive, Mateo?
I'm uncertain, Sir.
You're uncertain.
I'm growing tired of your uncertainty.
You'll thank me in the end.
There's nothing wrong with being an honest man.
What? What are you thinking?
I don't see what's honest about work.
Come now! Don't be silly and trust your wife.
You look very handsome. Let's go.
- Excuse me. - Yes. Come in.
What happened to your hand?
I burnt it, ma'am. With the iron.
Your poor thing!
How awful!
Let's see.
Who bandaged it?
Inés poulticed it with mustard.
Mustard? What nonsense.
Wait here, I'm going to see to your hand properly.
Diego, dear, let me introduce Mr. Barnes,
of the Stanford auction house, in London.
- Mr. Barnes. - Sir.
I was telling our mutual friend that your hotel's magnificent.
Thank you, Mr. Barnes.
And perfect for an auction.
Jesús is our maître d'. I'm sure he'll be of use to you.
Of course.
I'll need his help, or the governess', to organise the auction.
Feel free to call on me whenever you need to, Sir.
Excellent.
Please excuse me.
Doña Ángela, I don't believe this task to be part of my job.
What do you propose? That I do it?
No, but you seem to take for granted that I'll do it.
Exactly, Don Jesús.
If I don't do it, who else but you can?
I'm head waiter, Doña Ángela. I know nothing about auctions.
That word, 'auction', have you heard it before?
Of course I've heard it but--
So you already know more than me.
You've been working here a few days, I've been here more than thirty.
Who has more right to decide?
You I suppose.
You see? In the end, we agree.
If you remember anything else about the case,
don't hesitate to contact me.
He won't.
Nor any of the others we've seen.
It's been twelve years and if their memories are like mine--
With such mistrust, Hernando, they certainly never will.
But I hope that of all the police officers in Spain you are a unique case.
Show the next person in.
Don Nicolás--
de los Arcos. De los Arcos Romero.
I doubt this old codger has the memory of a lynx.
Elephant, Hernando, the memory of an elephant and eyes of a lynx.
Mr. de los Arcos, please.
If we'd known of your condition we'd have come to collect you.
When I need your help I'll let you know, Detective.
And please, let's get straight to the point.
What do you need to know?
Very well.
From what I understand,
you are the inspector with most knowledge of the case.
Yes.
I had to approve all the reports.
Everything, absolutely everything is here.
Do you think Adrián Vera killed his wife?
Yes, and he may have also sought revenge on her lover.
Yes, I suppose it's logical to assume
that Adrián also killed that man.
Man... or woman.
That was never cleared up.
You believe Doña Marta's lover was a woman?
According to gossip,
Marta was seeing a young woman from the village.
Hang on, one moment. You've lost me.
Marta and that girl were--
Lovers, Hernando.
Yes, it's possible.
But, how could it be a woman? I mean, how can a woman--
Please, Hernando! Don't tell me I have to explain that to you as well.
What are you doing here?
I got a message.
Me too. To be here at twelve. I thought it was from you.
It seems our friend likes to play.
As you can see, all the items for auction are divided into lots,
according to their characteristics.
Lot P, for example, are items made from Sêvres porcelain.
They should be handled with gloves, and I insist you be gentle.
Doña Alicia Alarcón?
That's me.
Thank you.
Othello?
The main character, Othello,
ends up killing his lover out of jealousy.
And that's exactly what's been marked.
Like Diego and his first wife.
His second wife doesn't want to hear such things.
But it's true.
We should read it. See what clues we find.
I've already read it several times.
Me too.
I'll take it to read.
Don't expect me to apologize for my lack of education.
Mr. Molins, don't tell me your disdain for the opera also extends to the theatre.
Nobody likes to be made fun of.
Of course not.
Don't look at me like that. It was an inappropriate comment.
For goodness sake, Maite, it was a joke.
In poor taste.
Now you're going to tell me how to treat Julio?
You were right.
Like almost always.
- What about this time? - Very funny.
Belén is off work today.
I heard Natalia say she'd taken the mauve dress she stole from Camila.
You see, Andrés?
She just went out to have some fun.
In a few hours your dear wife will be back.
- She's not my dear wife. - Andrés, it's a joke.
Belén will be back.
You'll see.
See you later.
Belén?
Andrés, Belén isn't here.
- I know she's off today, I just thought-- - She's not back yet.
And she wasn't supposed to be off,
it was my turn, but this morning I saw the rota had been changed.
Who changed it?
You'd never know you used to work here.
Your mother, who else?
Of course.
But don't say anything. I didn't tell you. Forget about it.
Andrés, your mother isn't well. She's making more and more errors.
I think she may be losing it, to tell you the truth.
Mother?
What's wrong?
I need you to come with me to the woods.
- Right now? - Yes.
Give me a second to change.
- Haven't we already been here? - I don't know.
Do you think it's that way?
No, no, it's not that way.
- Are you sure it was here? - I don't know, it was dark.
I don't recognize this place.
I was so drunk.
Enough with how drunk you were.
Look at me.
There's nothing to find here because you didn't do anything.
So why was I covered in blood?
I don't know.
Julio, over there.
That's where, where I woke up.
It's Belén's cap.
That could be any girl's cap. It could have been here for ages.
The blood is fresh. Stop denying it.
- You think Belén's dead too. - No!
And even if Belén is dead, I know you didn't kill her.
I killed her.
Andrés,
Andrés...
No.
This won't come out, Doña Ángela. The soup tureens are obviously old.
This, my girl, is grime.
If you cleaned it properly every time it would shine like it was brand new.
Doña Ángela, brand new is impossible.
- Do you have a minute? - What do you think?
Wait.
I want it looking brand new, today!
Clean it properly with vinegar and boiling water.
She thinks she knows best!
What are you thinking putting that there?
The floor's just been washed.
Just doing what we're told, ma'am.
Well then, take it to the store cupboard.
And next time I want it properly cut up or properly wrapped.
Look how it's dripping.
Girl, clean the floor before it dries.
Not a moment's peace. What did you want, son?
Nothing. Don't worry, Mother.
- You're obviously busy. - When am I not? Talk to me.
No, no. It's not urgent and now's not the time.
When you're less stressed.
Take that over there right now.
Who was it?
I'm sorry, ma'am.
You will be. Clean it up.
And you, clean the floor.
Yes, yes, you're right.
And what's more, my dear Jesús, sometimes, you're very accurate.
Hello, honey-bug.
I'm sorry, Jesús.
Don't be, ma'am.
He's an excellent conversationalist.
Would you like one, darling?
- You didn't go to see Fleitas. - No, no, no...
But don't think I forgot.
Don't be angry because this time I didn't forget.
No, no. This time it's much worse.
You chose not to go, despite your promise.
You don't care about me or about embarrassing my father.
Don't be like that, darling. Working in a legal firm's not for me.
You don't want to work in a legal firm?
No.
Very well.
But you can forget lazing around,
I'm telling you you're going to get a job.
Doing what? Let's see.
For now, you can be my assistant.
I like the idea.
How do you want me to help you?
You'll find out very soon.