I don't know what I've done.
All I know is I took Belen there by force.
I killed my wife, Detective.
Adrián Vera Celande,
was declared wanted as the main suspect in Marta Santos de Vera's death...
...his wife.
Diego is Adrián Vera Celande.
I need you to hire someone for me.
And what would this person be doing?
Protecting me, if necessary.
Son!
Twelve years with no news of you.
I'll leave everything to Diego Murquía.
Mother!
But, Majesty, a Lordship is the lowest ranking title.
A Lordship is quite adequate, I believe.
Now we are Dukes.
The nobility is a closed circle,
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.
Stay and I promise I'll keep my distance.
Who says I'm capable of keeping mine?
GRAND HOTEL
Dear friend,
if I may call you so,
I can't accept you leaving
now that I know the only reason for doing so is to avoid me.
You fear our kiss may lead to a forbidden,
and inconvenient love between us.
But fear not. You can stay.
I beg you to stay.
I will swallow my feelings towards you
until they finally vanish and stop tormenting me.
You have my word, but please, don't leave.
Don't sacrifice your life for fear of something
I promise you will never happen.
Always yours,
Sofía.
You called for me, Ma'am?
Yes.
Stay with my son. I have to go out for a moment.
Yes, Ma'am.
Father, open up the sanctuary. I know you have money in there.
No, no! I can't give you that money.
It's for the orphan's hospice.
What did I tell you? Move it!
Keep still. Don't make me do it!
If you want that money, you'll have to shoot me.
Are you really going to shoot a man of God?
No, you're right.
How dare you! This is a sacred place!
Father, wait! Wait, wait!
It's me! It's me!
Alfredo!
I know, I know. I couldn't sink lower.
The money for the hospice, Alfredo.
I thought you were a good Christian and a friend. Why did you do it?
I didn't plan to leave the children without a hospice.
I thought I'd make it up to you,
I thought I'd fix it somehow,
in the future,
but I panicked.
I just needed some more time.
Time for what?
Look, Father. I'm not a duke.
I have no dukedom nor authority to convince anyone.
It would be hard for me to intervene in buying that land for your orphans.
My wife doesn't even know.
I would've been caught out with this hospice business,
but if you lost the money, that would be the end of it.
And I could carry on being a duke,
even if it is all a farce.
I understand.
What are you going to do, Father?
No, the question is, what are you going to do?
I honestly don't know.
Then I'll tell you.
Go home, talk to your wife and tell her the truth.
Thank you, Father.
- I promise that's what I'll do. - May God be with you, Son.
Alfredo?
- Alfredo! - Yes?
Ah, darling! You're home.
I told the maid she could leave.
Are you alright?
The truth is I have a bad headache.
Why don't you lie down a while?
I'd like to, but I wouldn't be able to sleep.
Poor thing.
I've been unfair to you.
I've pressured you too much.
You've always given me more than I've asked for.
Sofía, I...
Tell me, Alfredo.
My love, nothing you say can change who you are to me.
Of course... you're my wife.
Of course I am, whatever happens.
Tell me.
Sometimes I worry too much, thinking it's the end of the world.
But it's not.
Alfredo, I'm willing to listen
and understand you... and forgive you.
Tell me.
It's true. You're always here for me.
I'm going for a walk.
I think it'll do me good.
- Didn't you have a headache? - That's precisely why.
- Detective Ayala! - Mrs Murquía, Miss Rivelles.
- We've found something. - You don't say!
Honestly, it's getting rather annoying that everyone wants to do my job for me.
Do you want to know or not?
It must be that way.
Be on the look out for anything out of the ordinary.
You've come well prepared, Mr. Olmedo.
- Want a bet we'll end up digging? - It's not my custom to be honest...
Betting, I mean.
Detective, the ground's been dug up over here.
Careful! There's something here.
- It's a dead body. - A woman, I would say.
It's Sagrario.
Diego's mother.
All this just to find a body?
Maybe for something else.
What's that sticking out of her hand?
"Adrián Vera's inheritance belongs only to Adrián Vera".
Diego has to go back to being Adrián Vera Celande
if he wants his inheritance.
We should assume Mr. Murquía has something
that proves his true identity.
A document saying he's Adrián Vera.
Without it he can't claim his inheritance.
But why was his mother killed?
I can think of only one explanation.
Mr. Murquía had convinced his mother to change her will.
And his enemy stopped it by killing her.
I can't believe Don Diego would kill his own mother.
No, Hernando, no.
This woman wasn't killed by her son, but by the person seeking revenge on him.
The same person who's behind the attack on the hotel and Doña Alicia's kidnapping.
The document Diego's keeping,
maybe that's the proof he's really Adrián Vera?
It has to be some kind of document which states his name and title.
Something like that.
If that document exists, it would prove Diego's a fraud,
and he'd have to answer to the death of his first wife as Adrián Vera.
And by law you'd be able to leave him.
Believe me, I like happy endings too.
But to get there we have to solve the remaining part of the story.
We must find that document, if indeed it exists.
Are we supposed to wait for Diego Murquía to make the first move?
- He won't. - You're right, Miss.
Mr. Murquía cannot claim the patrimony of a dead woman nobody knows is dead yet.
And if we make it public?
We'll let the press publish it.
We'll watch Diego to see his reaction.
No, you won't do anything else.
You've done enough and the police force is grateful.
This isn't just about solving riddles, there are dead people involved.
And what seems to be psychotic murderer.
Yes, leave it to the professionals.
There's something you should know.
The press are going to publish news that a body was found close to the hotel.
A body.
Finally they found Belén, Andrés' wife.
It doesn't seem so.
They dug up the body of a woman... as yet unidentified,
but the press are calling her the music box lady.
What did you say?
They think it's the woman who bought the music box at the auction.
I'm sure the police will take care of it.
Forget it.
I need you to do something for me.
Of course. What is it?
I want you to go right now to Cantaloa, to the bank.
I need the document that's kept in this security box.
Give the manager this note...
and this key, he has the key to open the box.
I need that document urgently and, if necessary, guard it with your life.
- Understood? - Don't worry.
Hernando.
That's our man.
A bank.
It seems we've found Mr. Murquía's treasure,
or rather Adrián Vera's.
Mr. Murquía keeps that document in a security box at the bank.
- Hernando, please! - What do you want now?
Something's not right.
- That man's been in there too long. - Later, Detective.
That lady has left her shopping at the stall.
I'll be right back. Miss! Miss!
Miss!
It's a bag of men's clothes.
One moment...
That man...
That man wasn't a man!
The man we've been following is a woman.
The same woman you found so attractive.
- Don't say that, Detective, please! - It's the truth.
- So... I fancied a man? - What's that?
- A man with a moustache. - No, no! Give me that.
Only when he stopped being one.
I miss the village.
We had such a simple life there, you know?
Yes, Hernando, of course you did.
Come on, let's go! We have to find that woman.
Hernando!
What can I get you, Miss?
A couple of slices of lemon and a seltzer.
Are you sure you don't want something more lively?
No, today's been lively enough, don't you think?
Yes, and the day's not over yet.
You argued with her, didn't you?
When I left you alone in room thirteen.
- Did Alicia tell you? - No.
I sensed it.
- Is something wrong? - What do you think?
Every day she's still with Diego makes everything more difficult.
Julio if you haven't given up ye it's for a reason.
You must love her a lot.
You can tell, can't you?
Well you should tell her that because she doesn't believe me.
She says I'm always talking about you. She's jealous, can you believe it?
You can't be serious.
She says I'm always looking at you. But you're not transparent!
Detective.
- I thought you were watching Diego. - We were.
We followed a man who Mr. Murquía sent to get his document from the bank.
- But he managed to escape. - Of course he did, he was a woman!
A woman?
A woman dressed as a man. We couldn't believe it!
Yes, like that it sounds much more humiliating,
thank you Hernando.
It may even be the same woman
who was having an affair with Adrián Vera's wife.
A woman dressed as a man who had relations with a woman.
Until now we were dealing with a man who was possibly psychotic.
Now, our psychopath might be a woman.
Guests are cancelling their reservations.
The ones already here are leaving early.
I was wondering what you were planning to do about it?
I thought I was a nobody. Capable of nothing.
It's not just the hotel at stake. Doña Teresa, don't you realize?
- It's your family. - And your wife's.
I can't do anything.
Not until the police clear it up or condemn the wretch.
The police aren't the ones writing in the press.
It's funny...
What couldn't be destroyed by a bomb
is about to be destroyed by that bastard with your family name.
Stop pretending. I know you can't stand it.
I'm putting up with too much.
Of course you are,
which is why I'm sure you know what you must do with that boy.
You've always been good at protecting this family.
Even after a few drinks I'd acknowledge that good trait of yours.
- This has already gone too far. - I'm sorry.
- I want you to make a statement. - I already have.
- I've told the police everything. - A statement of innocence, for the press.
We have to clean the family's name...
- and the hotel's. - Doña Teresa, I can't do that.
You'll do what I say and wipe that hurt puppy look off your face
- or I'll take away your family name! - Why should that bother me?
I haven't had a moment of happiness since I became an Alarcón.
You're just a little boy, crying because he got his hands muddy.
Muddy? There was blood, Madam.
You don't even know what happened that night,
and the first thing you do is come home
and drag us all down with you.
Especially you're sister who's always believed in you.
I never wanted to get you involved. Especially not Alicia.
You didn't want to but you have.
The only way to put it right is with a statement.
But I wouldn't even know where to start.
Get a paper and pen.
I'm going to dictate what you have to say.
You'll give a description of Belén, that shouldn't be too hard.
- She was my wife. - And a whore!
You'll say we threw her out of the hotel, that she refused to annul your marriage,
that you had a fight and she decided to leave.
I only wish that were true. But what about the blood?
- Plus, nobody's seen her since. - Don't you see, you idiot?
Nobody's seen her because that is what keeps you in this situation.
And that's exactly what you're going to say.
Do you want to see your mother and sister on the street?
Because that's what will happen if you don't give that statement.
I never believed what they said about you.
Write!
I, Andrés Alarcón,
in full possession of my mental faculties,
make the following declaration:
Copy that.
- I can't say this! - Keep going!
What's that?
A statement... for the press.
Andrés, you're innocent. I'm sure of it.
You all say the same but no one listens to me.
- Because there's nothing-- - It's a statement of innocence.
You're mother's organized a meeting with a journalist.
But that's good, isn't it? Why so sad?
If you knew me, you'd understand what I'm going through.
But your mother's made it very clear.
I don't want to be any more of a hindrance to you.
I'll make the statement even though it's a lie and...
it'll eat me up inside.
I don't think it'll change anything now.
- Andrés, I think you're-- - Alicia, I want to be alone. Please.
I suppose you've read what the papers are saying?
- What are you referring to, Ma'am? - You know perfectly well.
I'm worried about Ángela and how she's coping.
Lately she's been very out of sorts...
and now this.
- Keep an eye on her. - I'm watching out for her, Ma'am.
Leave it to me. You've already got enough on your plate.
I'm perfectly fine, Jesús.
There's no need to keep up appearances with me.
I know the hotel is your life and that all this must be affecting you.
How dare you?
What makes you think you can talk to me like that?
I beg your pardon, Ma'am.
I'll get through it.
I always manage to get through it.
Of course, Ma'am.
What did you say to Andrés?
Don't you ever talk to me like that again in front of the help.
Of course.
- Appearances above all. - Respect, Alicia, respect.
I know what you've done to him.
Solve the problem, isn't that what you wanted?
Andrés is innocent
but exposing him to the press like this...
You threatened to take away his family name
and you used me to convince him.
Alicia, perhaps you don't understand what's going on here.
Thanks to your husband we're out of the business.
The only thing still tying us to the hotel is our name,
and the fact you're his wife.
The name, certainly.
Don't you know your husband?
If the Alarcón name becomes disgraced, Diego will bury us.
He's already tried to sell the hotel,
and if that brother or yours keeps acting like a child I--
Don't go near him again.
I feel no maternal instinct towards him, I assure you.
I just hope he does the right thing.
I'm sure he will.
Doña Laura?
Excuse my forwardness,
I'm Adolfo Gutierrez, I work for your family's business.
A pleasure! It was so kind of you to come and meet my husband.
Your husband is a man of principles and an altruist.
We're leaving the hotel today.
I was going to say goodbye to the staff, Javier wants to start immediately.
I'm going back to Santander too.
I'll finally be able to enjoy being home with the family.
What do you mean finally?
Isn't the job in Santander?
The sooner we leave...
the sooner we'll arrive.
We'll say goodbye to Mother and get going.
I can't wait to see our new house.
Oh, Javier. I can't say goodbye to your mother just like that.
I'm sorry I've been selfish with you.
No, no, no! Don't say that, Laura.
I've been thinking...
Your sacrifice has opened my eyes, we can't leave her like this.
- Your mother needs you more than ever. - My love, she'll understand.
Please, leave us. Leave that there.
Thank you.
I'd feel so guilty if we left just like that.
I'd never forgive myself.
I've spoken to my father.
He'll look for someone else to fill the position so don't worry about me.
So...
- So we're not going? - No.
We're staying,
but don't worry, everything will be alright, honey-bug.
Andrés.
You as well?
I just want you to know I'm here for you.
I know about the interview with the journalist.
I'll be there serving you.
If you need a hand or to get out of there, just give me a sign.
- Julio, I... - Don't say anything.
- Mr. Andrés Alarcón's room? - I'll call him. Who should I say is here?
No, don't call him.
I'm Chief Inspector Bazán. I have a warrant to search the hotel.
Mr. Mejía, this is Andrés Alarcón.
I've closed the restaurant to guests so you won't be disturbed.
Andrés!
The lady tells me you're changing your statement,
- and you're going to plead innocent. - Yes, Mother.
Isn't that what you wanted?
- I hope you're happy. - I am.
It just hurts that you wouldn't do it when I asked you, but when she asked...
Mother. Don't be angry with me, please.
I'm not angry.
One day you'll have children, Andrés,
and you'll understand the power they have to hurt their parents.
I know what it is to have a son... and lose him.
Let's get started.
What's wrong?
Forgive me, Father.
Why? What have you done?
No...
Forgive me for what I'm about to do.
Whenever you're ready.
I, Andrés Alarcón,
in full possession of my mental faculties,
make this statement to retract
what I said about the fortune of Belén Martín,
my wife.
I vehemently affirm my innocence.
If my wife is dead, I declare her death was nothing to do with me.
Andrés Alarcón!
You are under arrest for the murder of Belén Martín.
We found the murder weapon in the suspect's bedroom.
I'm fine, I'm fine.
Here's your man.
My man? What are you talking about?
You needed somebody and here they are.
That's impossible.
Where are you taking my son?
For the moment to the station.
But with the evidence we have, the judge will no doubt send him straight to prison.
Mother, I don't want you visiting me in prison.
Why would I?
I know you're innocent, son.
Justice will be done and you'll come back.
Let's go!
Julio, what are you going to do?
I don't know. But I can't leave Andrés alone.
- I'll talk to my mother. - For what?
If she wants, she might be able to pull some strings.
If she wants... exactly.
How can I help you?
I'm Julio Espinosa, a friend of Andrés Alarcón.
- I wanted to see him, if possible. - No, it's not possible, Mr. Espinosa.
I haven't even taken your friend's statement.
Although Mr. Alarcón has already declared himself guilty.
- But he wanted to retract it, Detective. - Chief Inspector.
That's why he was with that journalist.
You have to believe me, even if he confessed, he didn't do it.
Believe me,
I'd find this just as vexing as you, but your friend's fate has been sealed.
He still has to declare in front of the judge.
And you think that's going to make things better?
Do you know who the judge is? And the esteem he holds for the Alarcóns?
Your friend would have had it difficult with any other judge, but with this one,
he'll be condemned before he goes to trial.
Good day.
Doña Angela, there's been a complaint.
From the guest in room eight. His room hasn't been cleaned.
Natalia, Irene!
Why hasn't room eight been cleaned?
Doña Angela. We just followed the cleaning rota.
Room eight isn't on it.
That room should be on there.
How could I have made such a mistake?
- I've never forgotten a room before. - Leave us alone, please.
Doña Angela, I've told you.
With everything going on with your son, you need to rest.
You have a lot on your plate... and you shouldn't stretch yourself.
I'm fine.
I don't need anyone telling me what I've got on my plate.
I've had a lot on my plate my whole life,
but I've always done my duty.
- Doña Angela-- - I'm sorry.
I'm grateful for your support and I assure you this won't happen again.
- Listen to me-- - Now, if you'll excuse me,
I want to carry on with my work.
You understand don't you?
- Mother, you have to help Andrés. - Now you're asking me?
You told me to stay away from him, leave him alone, and now you want my help?
He needs a good lawyer, the best.
You can get that for him.
Your brother doesn't need a lawyer he needs a miracle.
And so do we.
I'm not going to do anything.
The less we have to do with him, the better. We're already too involved.
How can you be so selfish?
You may not like him, but he's still one of the family.
Selfish?
It was me who gave him our family name.
Now that error means we're going to lose the little we have left.
- Mother, I'm only asking that-- - He was arrested in front of the press!
With the murder weapon and a confession.
No, child. There's no way out for Andrés.
And you should start thinking about us.
You were right,
I shouldn't have got involved
and I won't make the same mistake twice.
- My mother won't help Andrés. - They wouldn't even let me see him.
He needs a lawyer.
I'll find a way to pay for it.
Maybe that won't be necessary.
If you agree, and so does he,
he already has his lawyer.
I'll represent him.
I don't have much experience but nobody's more willing.
- I have no doubt about that. - Thank you.
Don't thank me yet. It won't be easy.
So, lawyer. What's the first move?
I'd like to see my client.
- Your client? - Yes, my client.
Madam, if you're feeling charitable,
go collecting for the orphans, they'll appreciate it much more.
Go home.
Your husband will be worried if he knows you've been at the police station.
I don't have a husband but I do have a degree.
I always knew it would be useful.
And it's certainly not for doing charity work, it's for practicing law.
How absurd. I've never heard of a female lawyer.
Bachelor of Law and Philosophy from the Central University.
And a member of the Valencian College of Lawyers.
- Whatever's next? - Seeing my client.
Do you recognize this?
You don't have to answer that.
Do you confirm that you were the cause of your wife's death?
You don't have to answer that either.
- Let him talk! I'm not interrogating you. - Then stop shouting.
I'm not shouting!
You confessed to murdering your wife and we found this knife in your room.
- Do you recognize it? - No comment.
As you wish. You'll see that I don't need it to have you garrotted.
If you don't collaborate, not even she can help you.
He said he killed her but he also said he didn't remember anything.
He lost control in a moment of madness, that's why he doesn't remember.
But he did kill her, didn't you, Mr. Alarcón?
That's conjecture!
One might also argue that his moment of madness occurred when he confessed.
- Don't you think? - No, I don't think so.
- You don't even have a body. - I don't need it. I have the weapon.
How do you know it's the murder weapon?
It's stained with blood. Can't you see?
And how do you know it's Belén's blood?
Whose is it? The suspect's?
Don't tell me he cut himself shaving!
Do you consider it a possibility, Chief Inspector?
No! I don't!
Without a body it can't be proved that's the murder weapon.
First you must check the body has a fatal wound caused by a knife...
...by that knife.
Imagine Belén's body shows up and it turns out she was drowned?
Then you'd have the body but no weapon.
And naturally, no culprit.
Without the body you have nothing.
Drop everything and start searching for Belén Martín's body.
- I thought we were off the case. - You're not on the case, just searching.
- We've already searched, Sir. - Well, obviously not very well!
Given our clear incompetence, Sir,
why do you think we'll find her this time?
Because I'm sending more men in. With dogs if necessary.
Start with the hotel and surrounding areas.
And try to stay away from that woman.
She's the Devil incarnate. Single and a lawyer, imagine!
I don't know what you did,
but you have my utmost admiration!
I need to talk to Andrés to find out everything he knows about Belén.
If they find the body, we may be in with a chance.
Eight o'clock in the lounge.
I've brought you a herbal tea.
Thank you, Jesús, but I want to be alone.
I don't want anyone bothering me.
I've ordered that no maids nor butlers enter your room without my prior consent.
I also took the liberty of cancelling all calls and visits.
Good job, Jesús.
My mother always said that solitude
is the only friend who never disagrees with you.
If you need anything, don't hesitate to call for me.
That won't be necessary.
I understand your need to be alone, Ma'am, but...
I hope the reason for your solitude
isn't that you don't have anyone to talk to.
Are you offering to listen to me?
With the modesty of a servant, Ma'am, and only if you see fit.
I can promise you my total discretion.
You can leave now.
Ma'am.