I'm looking for a new job.
If you leave the Grand Hotel I can promise you a job in Santalla.
The job and the money are yours if you leave here forever.
Camila's the one who's left.
You wanted to keep me away from Camila, didn't you?
Well you've done that.
Stop it, Andrés!
You're drunk.
I told you if you didn't stay away from her I'd kill you.
We'll soon hold an auction in benefit of your orphans.
I, Javier, take you, Laura Elvira, as my wife.
Instead of a normal dowry, she prefers to give us a monthly salary.
I'm telling you you're going to get a job.
Doing what? Let's see.
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.
He strangled Ezequiel and wanted to repeat the specifics of Marta's murder.
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?
Othello.
GRAND HOTEL
Why Othello?
And why the second scene of the fifth act?
The end of the play.
Are you alright?
- You seem worried? - It's nothing to do with this.
Maybe there's a clue in that scene we haven't noticed yet.
Maybe the scene isn't the clue, but rather the book.
Like before.
I don't understand.
We drove ourselves mad with the Bible and Cain and in the end it was an anagram.
You mean we should forget about what's in the scene.
And concentrate on Othello, Act 5, Scene 2.
Othello, 5, 2.
The book arrived at the same time they were unloading the items for auction.
Yes.
And didn't the Englishman say...
...that the items were divided in lots?
Lot A, Lot B...
I understand. The book's not important.
The anagram Othello, 5, 2 is--
Lot O, item 52.
It's a good possibility.
It's a starting point.
Think of a way we can get our hands on item 52 before the auction.
Are you angry with Julio?
No, why would I be?
No reason. It just seemed that way.
Where are you going?
To see how I can trick that Englishman from the auction.
You must check that all the items are stored in the correct order.
We can't run the risk of any confusion during the auction.
But there are many items, Mr. Barnes.
I can't check every box.
You'll have to, and the sooner you start, the better.
Mr. Barnes.
Good afternoon. I'm Alicia Alarcón.
I wanted to introduce myself.
And, if I may, make a suggestion about the auction.
Instead of boxing the items,
wouldn't it be better to display them before the auction?
It's not customary.
Why should we display them?
This isn't England, Mr. Barnes.
Here, the majority of our customers don't even know what an auction is.
It would be a way to interest people,
and sell the items at a higher price.
You may be right.
Don Jesús, are you alright?
Why lie, Espinosa? No, I'm not.
All this auction business is too much.
I'm not surprised. You've been given all the responsibility.
And you haven't heard the worst.
I just heard the Englishman say
the items are to be displayed in the drawing room until tomorrow,
and they need to be guarded.
How can I tell my waiters
that instead of sleeping they have to act as security guards?
- I'll have to do it myself. - Certainly not, Don Jesús.
This is a job for the maître d's assistant.
- You'd do that for me, Espinosa? - Of course.
But you alone?
I'll find two waiters who have the day off tomorrow to rest.
How clever, Espinosa. I accept your proposal.
- Thank you very much, son. - You're welcome.
And, please excuse my familiarity.
There's no need, Don Jesús.
We check the patient's pupils
to see if they dilate or contract when looking into the light.
Careful, Laura. I don't want to lose my moustache.
As I was saying,
if the pupils don't change and on taking the pulse from the neck
just here, in the carotid artery, we note that it has stopped,
Like that you're going to make it accelerate, darling.
Then we must act with haste. Lie down.
In this case, we need to carry out an artificial resuscitation.
It's the only way to revive the patient.
Place one hand on the cricoid cartilage and press down hard.
This stops the air from getting into the oesophagus.
Then, with the other hand, we cover the nasal orifices.
Next, place your mouth on the patient's and blow.
This allows the air to pass from our lungs to his.
Very good. Have you all understood?
Now I need a volunteer.
For example, Mateo.
Now you're going to repeat the manoeuvre step by step.
Laura... Mateo's a man.
Don't be childish. This is science, Javier.
Come on.
He's the patient, he's unconscious and you have to revive him.
Come on.
Let's go.
His life is in your hands.
Doña Laura, I shouldn't.
See? He doesn't want to either.
Quiet, you're unconscious.
Come on. His life is in your hands.
Place your hand on the cricoid. Hard, don't be scared. Good.
With the other hand, cover his nose.
And now, blow.
That's enough.
I think we get the idea, don't we Mateo?
Are you fine?
- You've got a cut. - A cut?
Yes.
And what do we do in these cases?
Examine the wound and if it's very deep, sew it.
It's alright. He's still breathing.
It's alright.
It wasn't serious. You'll survive.
If I'd know I'd be waking up next to you,
I'd have fainted sooner.
You're angry with me, aren't you?
I couldn't even finish my class.
I'm sorry, Laura. It's just...
...if I see even a drop of my own blood--
You were joking around the whole time.
You didn't take any of my explanations seriously.
- I did everything you asked. As usual. - No, that's not true.
I asked you to talk to Fleitas and you didn't.
You didn't help me today either.
What is it... Javier?
Don't you care about me anymore?
Do you care about me?
Since the wedding all I've done is try to please you
and you've never cared about what I want.
First my clothes, then my moustache
and now, now it's a job.
That's not true. I'm doing this for you, for you to be a man.
I am, Laura, but you don't let me show it.
Not just any man.
A real man, honest and capable of working for his own future.
Javier, you need to grow up, as I have.
Grow up?
Laura, please. Whose is this doll? And who takes it everywhere like a pet?
Don't bring Simoneta into this.
Laura... please. Don't cry.
I want you to be proud of me but...
...you married a man who doesn't know how to do anything and...
...I doubt anyone would risk hiring me.
You're wrong.
My mother would.
I spoke to her and she's willing to offer you
an office job at the shipyard.
- But isn't that in-- - Yes, in Santander.
This way I can work at my old hospital
and you can take care of the family business.
Isn't it the perfect plan?
Do it for me.
For us.
That's what she said.
She wants to talk to her mother to get me a job in the family business.
Who knows,
maybe that woman will end up making an honest man out of you.
Are you really going to let them separate me from you?
I think it would be sensible.
After all, what are you doing here?
Apart from wasting your time and getting drunk at the inn?
But Mother, my life's here.
My home, my family.
Laura's trying to take it all away and you don't even care.
Enough.
You're going to Santander not Patagonia.
And if that's what makes Laura happy, you're going.
End of discussion.
You're right.
In Santander I'll manage my money how I see fit.
Who knows? My allowance might not stretch to the two of us.
And you won't see a penny of the dowry if that happens.
How dare you threaten me like that.
If I go to Santander, you'll never get the Grand Hotel back.
Don Diego Murquía.
I didn't think we'd ever have the honour of your presence again.
In fact, I thought you had become
- abstinent. - I am, Sebastián,
but only from your liquor.
What brings you here then?
I have a job for you.
A special job.
Go on.
I need you to hire someone for me.
And what would this person be doing?
Protecting me, if necessary.
I'm not happy with the person in charge of my safety.
I need someone discrete, efficient and without unnecessary scruples.
You need discretion.
That rules out anyone around here.
- Can you bring in someone from elsewhere? - Yes.
As long as you can pay for it.
Half up front.
I want them here immediately.
Of course.
Keep me up to date.
Everything in order, Espinosa?
Mr. Barnes is finishing off the display.
As soon as he's done the customers can come in.
And wouldn't the customers like some refreshment as they walk around?
I've ordered some champagne,
and I was on my way to the kitchen to ask them to prepare some canapés.
- With your permission, of course. - Yes, yes.
- Espinosa? - Yes?
I was thinking,
leaving the matter of security entirely up to you is too much.
- I don't wish to abuse of your kindness. - It's no abuse, Don Jesús.
I'm delighted to be of service.
I'm not sure.
If it's a question of trust, please say.
No, no, no! Good Lord! Not at all!
Well then, Sir?
Alright, alright. Take care of it.
You're an admirable young man, Espinosa.
I don't know what the Englishman has brought with him,
but if you were in the auction nobody would be looking at the works of art.
- I don't know what you mean. - You look beautiful.
Breathtaking.
That's what I mean.
Look.
This must be it.
Ah, ah! Excuse me, ladies.
You may admire the items as long as you wish,
but please keep those delicate hands away from them.
Excuse me, Mr. Barnes.
I was enchanted by the beauty of this jewellery box.
Yes. It is elegant indeed.
Its owner must be sad to see it go.
Do you know who it belonged to?
No, I can't remember. I'm sure it's in the catalogue.
Would you like to see it?
What do you know?
The jewellery box belonged to the Vera family for many years.
Then it went to a collector in Madrid until Mr. Barnes bought it last year.
Then there's no doubt. We have to get our hands on it.
But how?
The items are guarded around the clock.
Guarded by hotel staff,
who are under my orders.
Antonio,
your shift's over. You can go to bed.
But Julio, you told Don Jesús there'd be at least two of us here.
But it's all under control, don't worry.
Unless you want to stay here with me waiting for... nobody.
- Are you sure you can manage? - Yes, of course!
Besides, tomorrow's your day off.
If you stay you won't be able to enjoy it.
- Thanks, Julio. You're a friend. - We have to look after each other.
- Espinosa. - Don Jesús.
It's not mistrust,
Espinosa, I promise, but I can't sleep.
I think all this auction business has made me nervous.
I'll stay to stand guard.
"You still don't know what an auction is?"
Well I certainly don't.
It's easy.
The public offers money for the auctioned item
and whoever offers the most gets it.
So this message can only mean--
That if we want to solve this we have to bid for that box.
It's not so easy. With what money?
With Diego's.
How will you convince him?
I have my ways with Diego.
I always have.
- Alicia. - Leave me be.
- What's wrong? What have I done? - Nothing.
Alicia, don't treat me like a fool.
If you don't want to tell me, I understand, but don't deny it.
You're treating me differently, and it hurts.
I'm just tired.
Tired of me?
No.
I'm tired of this situation.
How much longer before I'm free of Diego?
Free once and for all.
I don't know, but isn't it worth it?
Is it worth it for you?
Of course.
Why are you waiting for me?
There are other women, Julio.
What other women?
- Other women. - But they're not you.
Don't you understand it's you I love?
Just because you're an Alarcón now,
that doesn't give you the right to enter the staff's rooms.
Not even mine.
Don't you have anything to say to me, Mother?
You're asking me?
I know you changed the staff roster at the last minute,
and that in that trunk
is the mauve dress Belén supposedly has on today.
What did you expect?
You wouldn't tell me what was wrong with you this morning,
and something was wrong.
And I know what I saw.
This morning your hands were stained with blood.
What have you done, son?
What have you done?
I don't remember.
I swear I don't, but...
I think...
I think that...
Don't say it, don't say it.
Don't say it, son.
Nobody needs to know.
I don't wish to alarm you, Detective, but I must tell you.
They've found the body.
One of these days you'll discover that rivers run into the sea.
They found it twelve years ago.
How could they have photographed it otherwise?
I'm not talking about that body, Detective.
It's the body of Celia Velledur. Found on the coast, in Artiñán.
Let's go.
Detective,
don't you think you owe me an apology?
The balance is still tipped in my favour, Hernando.
Don't get ahead of yourself.
I fell asleep, Mother.
You must tell me everything you remember.
Every last detail.
But Mother...
There's no time to lose, son.
Give that to me.
Give it to me.
Sold for 1,500 pesetas to the gentleman! Thank you.
We'll take your details right away. Thank you.
Let's move on to the next lot.
An eighteenth century chess board,
which had been abandoned in the basement
of a parish church near Sussex
for almost ninety years.
Sorry I'm late. Have I missed anything?
You're just in time.
I think the jewellery box is up next.
The board is of such spectacular quality,
it can only truly be appreciated by taking this item home with you.
The starting bid is 1,700 pesetas.
Do I hear any more?
1,700...
1,800 from the gentleman,
1,800, 1,800... 1,900 from the gentleman... 1,900
Shame I don't have 2,000 pesetas to bid for that chess board.
I didn't know you played.
My father taught me,
on a very old board, similar to that one.
2,100, no more bids? Sold! Thank you and congratulations!
Moving on.
Lot O, item 52.
This beautiful work of art is a one-off
from the monsieur Saint Denis workshop in Lucerne.
It's worked in gold with emerald inlays.
We'll start the bid at 1,000 pesetas. 1,000 pesetas? Do I hear 1,200?
What a beautiful jewellery box. Don't you think, Maite?
It could be yours if you bid for it.
No. I don't know.
Do you like it?
A lot.
What are you waiting for? Raise your hand before someone else gets it.
1,600 pesetas. 1,600... any more bids? Any more? 1,600...
3,000!
3,000! 3,000 pesetas from the beautiful Lady de Murquía!
3,000 pesetas, who will raise me?
3,500, 3,500 pesetas.
4, 4,000 pesetas! 4,000, anyone else?
4,500! 4,500...
5,000. 5,000, 5,000 pesetas...
5,500. Well, well! Keep going!
7,000!
7,000 pesetas, 7,000. Any more bids?
7,000, 7,000... nobody?
In that case 7,000, going once, going twice--
10,000 pesetas!
10,000 pesetas from the lady at the back.
10,000 pesetas, 10,000... well!
10,000 pesetas... does anyone want to raise that bid?
10,000, 10,000...
In that case 10,000, going once, going twice...
Sold to the lady at the back!
Diego, are you alright?
Yes.
I just need some air. Excuse me.
What's wrong with him?
I don't know, but I think it has to do with that woman.
...for your generosity towards such a worthy cause,
towards our orphans of Cantaloa. Thank you.
Let's move on.
Everything alright, Sir?
Yes, yes. Don't worry.
Mateo!
The woman in black,
the one who just won the bid, is she staying at the hotel?
I'll check in the register, Sir.
This isn't a coincidence, Alicia.
That madman brought us here because of her.
We have to find out who she is.
...its value is not so much in its beauty as in its history.
Ladies and gentlemen, this watch used to belong to...
An exceptional watch indeed.
Have you come to bid for it?
I didn't know a detective's salary allowed for such fancies.
I couldn't even afford the hands, Doña Teresa.
I need to talk to you, please.
In private.
No more bidders? No one? No one? 800, 800?
800 pesetas, any more bids? 800.
800 pesetas, 800, any more bids?
800 pesetas, 800 from the gentleman,
800... 900,
900...
1,000 pesetas from the gentleman.
1,000 going once, going twice...
Sold! To the gentleman in the third row. Thank you.
My condolences to the Velledur family.
I'll send them a telegram.
But, to be honest,
I don't understand why you felt the need
to inform me with such urgency, Detective.
Your cynicism often amuses me, I confess.
But this death is very convenient for you,
as we both know.
Your fondness for accusing me without motive
is starting to seem somewhat unhealthy.
Doña Ángela confirmed seeing Celia Velledur leave the hotel
at a different hour from that which is recorded in the register.
If I have to add a charge of obstructing the course of justice to the murder,
I'll be happy to do so.
Do your duty, Detective,
don't just threaten me with it.
Father, what did you think of the auction?
People have been very generous.
With this plus what we raised at the gala,
we have more than enough.
And all thanks to this kind soul.
I'm anything but a kind soul, Father.
I've always been more taken with sin than virtue.
Now you've redeemed yourself.
No! But the years haven't passed in vain.
And of all my sins,
I've had to keep only the essential ones.
And may I enquire as to what they are?
I'm going to try and find Doña Teresa.
Wait here a moment.
I suppose I should congratulate you.
You bought the only item in the auction I was interested in.
- Alicia Alarcón. - A pleasure.
The fact that you wanted it proves what good taste you have.
If I'm honest, I don't think it's worth what you paid for it.
I know...
but I would've paid double just to get it back.
It used to belong to you?
To my family.
A few years ago, it was stolen from our house.
I've been searching for it ever since.
I understand.
My son went to sleep every night to the music of that jewellery box.
But that was a long time ago.
I haven't seen my son for years,
and I feel like that box is all I have left of him.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.
No, no. Don't worry.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go to my room for a rest.
Of course.
Thank you.
You're as elegant and beautiful as ever.
Who are you?
Don't you recognize me?
Adrián?
My son!
Twelve years with no news of you.
I feared you were dead.
I'm sorry... I'm sorry.
- I had no choice but to leave. - But how could you?
I did what I did to protect you.
I didn't kill Marta,
but the mere suspicion would've tarnished you
and the good Celande name.
Put yourself in my position.
Leaving the past behind was my only way out.
The only thing that matters,
- is that God has reunited us. - God had nothing to do with it.
Unfortunately it's no coincidence you're here.
Someone's after me, Mother and they want to hurt me.
Hurt you?
What have you done this time?
Nothing, Mother.
Why do you say that?
Because of what they think I did to Marta, but I'm innocent.
All these years,
I've tried to distance myself from my past and from Adrián Vera,
but now this person won't let me.
My only comfort is that you're here.
I beg you,
forgive me.
Accept me as the person I am now, Diego Murquía.
But you're my son,
Adrián Vera Celande.
I've never stopped being your son and I'll continue to be if you so wish.
Mother...
Of course that's what I wish, son.
There's only one document,
the only proof that I'm Adrián Vera.
- I kept it knowing that-- - You have to destroy that document.
But I'm your only heir
and that document is the only way to prove it.
I'll make sure you don't need it to claim what's yours when I die.
I'll change my will,
and leave everything to Diego Murquía.
All these years I thought the Celande fortune would die with me.
And you...
whatever your name is, are still my son.
Let's not waste any time.
Wait here.
I'll go and call the notary and be right back.
Don't open the door to anyone.
Don't even answer.
Son...
- What did you find out? - Her name's Sagrario Celande.
She must be Diego's mother or aunt.
Well, Adrián Vera's. Celande isn't a common name.
Diego must have left so she wouldn't see him.
We have to tell Ayala before Sagrario leaves the hotel.
- We have to talk to her. - We don't why she's here.
Calling the police would only alarm her.
You didn't see Belén that night.
You didn't sleep in the woods, but here, at the hotel,
with your mother,
who saw how drunk you were and didn't want to leave you alone.
- That's not the truth. - And what is the truth?
You don't remember, you said so yourself.
Don't sacrifice your life for her.
She's not worth it.
That woman seemed sincere. I doubt she knows why she's here.
If that madman has fooled us, he could have fooled her too.
We have to find out.
She could be the key to all this.
Julio... I need you.
We have to take all the items to their owners' rooms.
Of course, Don Jesús.
Mrs. Celande?
Mother...
Mother, it's me.
Mother!
Please...
"Diego Murquía will never inherit what does not belong to him."
Julio.
What's wrong?
Nothing serious I hope.
I went to Sagrario's room but she didn't answer.
Something may have happened to her.
- We should inform Ayala. - Of what, Mr. Olmedo?
What's happened?
You spend so much time in the hotel you should consider booking a room.
Detective, what are you doing here?
I was told that the occupant of this room wasn't answering the door,
and as she's a woman of a certain age,
and as I was in the hotel,
I thought I should come and see.
- The question, in my humble opinion-- - Your opinion is never humble, Detective.
What are you doing here, Mr. Murquía?
And since I'm asking,
why are you so set on stopping me from entering the room?
Is there something you don't want me to see?
This is my hotel and I can go wherever I please.
But to satisfy your curiosity, I'll tell you that I came to see Mrs...
- Celande. - Mrs. Celande,
to buy a jewellery box my wife liked at the auction.
- Mrs... - Celande...
Thank you.
Mrs. Celande outbid her and bought it.
I just wanted to do something nice for my wife.
How kind of you.
And where is Mrs. Celande?
I don't know, Detective.
I entered the room because the door was open.
I believe Mrs. Celande has left.
I admit I'm as surprised as you. She didn't even settle her bill.
Maybe Mrs. Celande is inside this room
that you don't want to let me enter.
You know as well as I do,
according to the law and without any motives for entering,
- I can stop you from doing so. - That is correct.
But I see no reason to make your life difficult.
Detective.
Everything in order?
How clumsy of me.
Thank you, Mr. Murquía.
I don't know if this is right, Mother.
None of what we're doing is right.
But it's all we can do.
Mother...
You didn't raise me this way.
I know what I have to do.
And deep down, even though it hurts,
you know it too.
That woman wouldn't have left without the jewellery box.
It was her only memory of her son.
I think so too. But the fact is she wasn't there when I arrived.
You know how Diego lies.
I can't believe he'd hurt his own mother.
He had no qualms about hurting his wife.
He means his first wife, the dead one, Madam.
- I know, officer. Thank you. - Detective Ayala!
Andrés!
- I'm turning myself in, Detective. - Why?
The murder of Belén Martín.
What are you talking about?
I killed my wife, Detective.