Andrés is denied clemency.
I hope to prove that Bazán is behind all this
and Belén Martín will return from the world of the dead.
- You're alive! - You too!
Ayala has forbidden telling you,
but he thinks Belén is behind all that happened to you.
But she covered her tracks
and made Bazán take the blame.
If he dies, I'll kill you.
I swear, I'll kill you.
Jesús!
- What's the matter? - Julio.
He wasn't alone.
The woman with him was the same one that kidnapped me.
Cisneros is lying.
So, who is that man?
It's too much of a risk.
I'll put an end to Diego.
If I can't get him to kill his loved one, I'll separate them forever.
- How? - Life imprisonment.
Alicia will be sentenced for the attempted murder of Diego
and he himself will accuse her.
Mrs. Murquía and friends have lied.
There are caves in the cliff,
where Adrián Vera is locked away.
Alicia, what are you doing?
Is that you, Diego? Are you all right?
Don't move, Mrs. Murquía. Drop the gun!
You are under arrest for the attempted murder of your husband.
Cisneros and Doña Teresa are lovers.
GRAND HOTEL
Detective!
Miss Rivelles has called again.
- The brown-haired lady-- - Hernando!
She says you must go to the hotel at once. Cisneros has packed his bags.
Oh... and he has a lover.
The blonde?
Well, not blonde as such. She's more of a--
Please, Hernando, who is it?
Doña Teresa.
What?
Cisneros' lover is Doña Teresa.
This is becoming complicated. You stay here, I'll go to the Grand Hotel.
Where have you been?
- I've been looking for you all day. - Sorry, dear. I've been busy.
What is so important?
I've put together a list of new functions for the hotel staff.
- What? - Well,
only a few changes but... it will improve staff living conditions
and overall efficiency.
Does Diego know?
Well, not yet, but...
I am the manager.
I don't think he'll approve.
We're going through difficult times.
- Yes, but-- - But nothing, Alfredo.
Ángela has won you over.
You've been convinced.
Well... what could I say?
Say no.
No. Clear and simple.
Things have always been the same and no one has complained... only her.
Living on this floor, I can't understand why.
Do things your way.
Leave the revolutions to the French.
Concentrate on what matters:
us.
I'm sorry, these aren't the best of times.
First the crime and now...
the coffers have never been so empty as now.
They are only slight changes.
If the shifts and food portions were adjusted,
the expense would be minimal, yet it would be extremely--
No, Ángela. We'll leave things as they are
and carry on with our lives, which are complicated enough already.
For some more than others.
Why are you in here?
The same as you, mother.
We're in high society now but classes still remain.
- What are those papers? - Nothing much: private affairs.
Since when are your affairs no business of your mother? Let me see.
I wanted the details on the case.
You don't want to do it in your room, do you?
I'm not surprised.
Mother...
please, leave it to me. I need to sort this out myself.
I didn't do it.
You did.
I saw you shoot me.
That's what I'll say when I testify.
Is that why you're here? To say how you intend to condemn me.
I've come to say goodbye.
It will be hard to get used to never seeing you again.
We won't ever sleep together again.
It's clear it had to end this way.
You can't imagine how much I loved you, Alicia.
You will never be mine...
but you won't be his either.
That's your only motivation: rancour.
I'll never stop loving you, my love.
But I know I can't ever forgive you.
- Good afternoon, Detective Ayala. - Good afternoon, Mateo.
- How may I help you? - Well...
I wish to speak with Mr. Cisneros. Could you tell me where he is?
He was here just a moment ago.
He will have gone to the service room to prepare the waiters for their shift.
Fine. Thank you, Mateo.
Detective.
Detective?
You greet me as if you were expecting me.
What makes you think I wasn't.
Police investigators rarely announce their visit, Mr. Cisneros.
To what do I owe this honour?
May we talk...
inside?
I don't see why not.
Some witnesses
claim to have seen, in the hotel and grounds yesterday,
a slim blonde woman in her twenties.
That seems rather vague, Detective.
To be specific:
a witness saw that woman in here
with you. Might you tell me who she is?
Why should I? That's my private life.
But I will tell you, to show my good faith.
She is my sister. She came to see me.
Yet, there is no record of her stay here.
She can't afford a room here, Detective.
What was the reason for her visit, Don Jesús?
The same reason as ever: she needed money.
Where can I find her?
You can't.
My sister is a vagrant, though it hurts to admit she is.
I never know where she is.
Anything else? I have a lot to do.
- What's her name? - Clara.
Surname?
The same as mine, naturally: Manzano Cisneros.
- I won't bother you any longer. - No bother at all.
They must have seen you in my room and told the detective. Stay alert.
Patience, sister.
Adrián will testify tomorrow and we can put an end to all this.
Good.
How is it going, you two?
Taking my nephew for a walk? It's great to see you together,
the three of you.
Should you be drinking at this time of day?
Why shouldn't I? Life is good to me, Sofía.
I'm a free man with no commitments or ties.
I can do as I please and what I want to do right now is drink.
You could show some respect and keep your manners.
Alfredito, you need to do something with that bitterness of yours
and enjoy what you have.
I know exactly what I have, I don't need reminding.
I have a wonderful family to enjoy for the rest of my life.
More than what you can say.
If I have no family yet...
it's because I haven't found the right person yet.
- And Laura? - Laura?
Some family I would have formed with that lunatic.
No, Alfredo. I value my life and I would have wasted it with her.
Don Javier, this came for you.
- Is it from Laura? - Speaking of the devil...
Aren't you going to open it? It might be important.
Yes, she probably wants to tell me that Simoneta is ill
and she needs someone to help her.
Sofía, one thing I've learnt from this woman: I'm better off on my own.
Enjoy your walk.
Detective!
My mother has told me everything.
I know you acted because you thought my wife and Bazán were accomplices,
that she wasn't dead but waiting for me to be executed.
And I was right, though I say it myself.
Do you think Belén is guilty?
Andrés, don't get annoyed...
your wife is innocent in the eyes of the law. We can't do much.
Just thank God you are still alive.
God and you.
Don't trust your wife too much.
Is that it?
I should accept it?
Ladies, loosen your dresses and gentlemen, your wallets.
Javier Alarcón is back!
Hello, gorgeous.
- Aren't you going to say hello, Joaquina? - I thought you were with your wife.
Wives come and go, honey, but I'm here to stay.
I'm not the only one.
Who's he?
That's Armando Gasalla, son of the owner of the inn.
He arrived from Barcelona a few weeks ago and has come every day since then.
He wins at cards every night.
Is that how he spends his time? Poor thing.
With all these lovely ladies around here.
Armando always has time for us, Javier.
Time for each one of us... each night.
We're delighted with him.
It's hard to believe, he looks like a drunken lout.
Come on.
It's time to recover lost ground.
Sir.
Don't worry, Javier.
It's nothing.
That's the problem. Nothing happened.
- Nothing at all. - You aren't the first.
It's quite normal.
No, it isn't normal. Something always happens to me, whatever.
I feel sorry for you...
but don't think you can go without paying.
Of course.
See you tomorrow, honey.
What a guy! Who would have thought?
I know. It should've been me paying him.
Sir... another round?
Please.
No, not there.
Now, yes. Carry on.
You shouldn't be here. Go away.
- I need to talk to you. - Diego is looking for you.
- You're at risk. - Alicia is in danger.
I'll do whatever I can.
Madam, I'm not bothered who you go to bed with.
- Pardon? - You heard.
That man isn't who he says he is.
I don't know who he is...
but your daughter is about to be sentenced possibly down to him.
Don Jesús was seen here with a woman who is possibly related to Diego's attack.
We think they laid a trap for Alicia, although we don't know why.
Impossible.
That woman was wearing one of Alicia's dresses.
A maid saw her on the train wearing it.
What are you saying?
It's a white dress with a lace collar.
It's your daughter, Doña Teresa.
I know everything about Jesús Cisneros.
I know he would never harm Alicia.
He may not have anything against Alicia...
but he's willing to sacrifice her.
Doña Teresa, if you know anything about Don Jesús,
please, tell me now.
I've nothing more to say.
Doña Teresa!
- I've come to see my daughter. - I'm afraid you can't.
I know my rights.
- You can't stop me. - It's nothing to do with me.
The regulations won't shield you.
It isn't the regulations. Your daughter doesn't want to see you.
- Don't be silly. - I'm not.
She knows you have a romance
with Mr. Cisneros.
If it were true, where's the problem?
Doña Alicia thinks he is responsible for her false accusation.
Tomato juice and a piece of toast is the best remedy for a hangover.
Silence helps, brother-in-law.
Isn't bachelor life as wonderful as you thought?
Make fun, I don't care.
It is the result of a great night.
When I recover, I'll be ready for the next.
Until you no longer are. You won't get younger: think about it.
- Don Javier. - Another letter?
Yes, sir.
Excuse me, miss. May I help you?
Possibly. I'm looking for Don Enrique Díaz.
- I was told he was here. - Don't worry, I'll help you find him...
if you help me after.
Are you ill? Are you in pain?
It hurts to have lunch alone.
I think you could help me.
We'll see what we can do.
Why is Diego looking for Julio?
Has he found out about his affair with your little sister?
Don't look at me like that.
I'm surprised he didn't find out earlier.
FUGITIVE
Andrés
- Have you read this? - No.
It came with the breakfast. Anything wrong?
Bazán,
the detective that convicted you...
has escaped from prison.
What?
How could he?
They aren't sure but they think someone from inside helped him.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
It's just...
That man was intent on seeing you dead.
I'm afraid he might come back to finish what he started.
Darling, the police have been notified,
they'll catch him before he can leave Santander.
My love, don't worry, I'll be safe.
Yes.
Where are you going?
For a walk, I need some fresh air.
- I'll go with you. - No, there's no need. I won't be long.
Madam...
there's a call for your husband.
Don't worry, Mateo. I'll tell him.
Thank you, madam.
Yes? Hello.
Is that you?
Bazán, I know it's you and what you're up to. Speak to me.
I won't be pulled down with you. I won't allow it.
Operator? I would like to know where the last call came from.
From Cantaloa.
Yes, everything is fine. Thank you.
Madam, you called for me.
Natalia...
I need to ask you... what did you see at the station?
That woman was wearing one of Alicia's dresses.
A maid saw her on the train wearing it.
I sewed the lace collar on that dress. There isn't one like it.
So, it's true, you live here.
Advantages of being the owner's son.
Isn't it strange, not having your own house?
This is much better. No cooking, no cleaning, no rent.
And you can have breakfast in bed.
No, no. Would you mind keeping your uniform on.
- Are you sure? - Yes, I'm certain.
- Javier, I don't think-- - Yes, I know... I shouldn't worry...
it doesn't matter, it's common, it happens to everyone.
No. We shouldn't see each other again.
Don't forget to close the door.
My little mouse...
- Where have you been? - To the police, to find out about Bazán.
- Have they found him yet? - No.
Not yet.
He was last seen at Santander station.
He'll probably try to escape to France or Portugal.
Of course.
Here's the post.
"I can prove your wife planned your incrimination and execution
to claim your inheritance.
If you agree to meet, I will prove it to you.
In exchange, I want 3,000 pesetas to leave the country and start a new life.
I'll wait for you tomorrow, on the cliffs at the lighthouse. Bazán."
- Are you ready? - Yes... Well, no.
I'm still waiting for the dresses. I'll see if they have been delivered.
Make yourself pretty.
Wait a moment. What's this?
Filet mignon, as you ordered.
No. This is half the size of the usual portion we serve.
Sir, smaller portions are being served.
I can't do much. Shall I bring you two?
No.
Excuse me.
I'll be right back.
Thank you.
What are you doing?
What I had hoped you would do, Don Alfredo:
allocating more food to the staff.
The customers might complain.
You know as well as I do, very few eat all they are served,
and the food ends up in the bin.
I'm just putting it to better use, with no harm to anyone.
Doña Ángela, I said you mustn't--
Don't worry, I shall take full responsibility.
I shall accept the consequences.
After all, part of the hotel is mine.
I ought to have some say, don't you think, Don Alfredo?
Continue.
I'm surprised, Doña Ángela.
You treat us better as mistress than before as housekeeper.
Be quiet. You might still not get to try the filet mignon.
- Mr. Murquía. Are you all right? - Help me.
Sit down.
I'll call the doctor.
It's strange. The infusion hasn't taken effect.
I'll give him an antiemetic. If that doesn't work--
I'll find another doctor.
Get out of here.
Good afternoon.
- The car is ready, sir. - Fine, Jesús.
I'll visit the judge.
You take care of Espinosa.
Sir, you ought to know that the money has disappeared.
It isn't where you left it
and no one has informed of Espinosa's whereabouts.
I want this sorted before my return. Do you understand, Jesús?
Get me my stick.
He will testify in half an hour.
I must stop him.
Are you mad? Diego is after you. Do you want him to kill you?
I'm after him this time.
You've finally shown up.
I've nothing against you, Espinosa, but you've become an obstacle.
I can't let Diego condemn Alicia.
I'm sorry...
he has to.
Who are you? What do you hold against her?
Nothing, but I'm prepared to inflict pain on anyone who destroyed my life:
Adrián Vera or Diego Murquía as you call him.
I'm going to leave, Don Jesús.
I doubt you'll shoot me.
Don't force me.
- Help, please! - Sir, what's the matter?
Call a doctor!
Help me. We must take him to his room.
Get the doctor. Quickly!
How easy it would be to put an end to you now.
Easy for both of us.
But you must take one more small step, Adrián.
Pulses: lentils and chickpeas.
At least once a week. And you need milk.
Three times a day. Have you made a note?
Beatriz? Do I have to say it again?
Yes, Doña Ángela, it's just...
- Beatriz. - Beatriz.
- We ought to call the barber surgeon. - No.
We'll call the doctor, as we do for the hotel customers.
Are you sure, Doña Ángela? We usually call the barber.
The barber won't know what to do.
What's wrong?
I had the same as a child.
I wish I were wrong, Jesús, but this girl has got...
She's got cholera.
Send for the doctor, quickly.
Doctor, he's waking up.
- What has happened? - I told you to rest but you didn't.
Is it my leg?
- The morphine? - No, not at all.
Or I am much mistaken...
or you have cholera, Don Diego.
We'll have to isolate him and alert the hotel immediately.
- There hasn't been an outbreak recently. - It isn't eradicated.
Have you been in contact with unclean water
or somewhere enclosed?
He may have fainted due to the morphine.
I injected more than the recommended dose;
he refused to rest.
Unless Mr. Murquía says otherwise,
I am the only person able to decide upon his health.
Pay heed, Don Diego, you shouldn't go out.
Nothing will stop me from doing what I have to do.
Do you recognise your wife, without any doubt...
as the person who shot you?
Yes, Your Honour. I could see her perfectly.
My wife locked me away in that cave.
I refused to sign.
You are sure it was her who wanted to kill you.
I am sure, Your Honour.
You must be aware...
that your testimony will be decisive...
Mr. Murquía.
I am aware.
Fine. Thank you for your help.
There is no Clara Manzano Cisneros on the register in Santander.
If those are her true surnames.
Don't waste your time.
Don Jesús is the one to blame.
With what proof?
To hell with the proof! He threatened me and tried to kill me.
He wants to destroy Diego.
You must arrest him.
How can I? There is no evidence.
There are no witnesses. We don't even know his true identity.
His name is Samuel Arriaga.
He isn't a servant, he's a doctor.
He was Marta Santos' lover, Diego's first wife.
Diego knew she was unfaithful and killed her.
He has waited 12 years for his revenge.
He used my daughter to do so.
Hernando.
That man is dangerous. We'll go to the Grand Hotel.
Detective...
you'll only shed more blood.
Come to my room tonight.
I'll serve you his head on a platter.
Now is the time, isn't it?
I know everything.
Ayala does too.
Neither my daughter's freedom, nor my love for you are important.
I don't expect you to understand.
I didn't expect to find you.
Is that what I am?
- An accident in your path. - No.
After 12 years, I have felt again what I had long forgotten.
- You're lying. - I couldn't abandon my revenge.
He took what I loved most.
Marta.
The love of your life.
What have I been?
- An instrument of your revenge? - On the contrary.
With you I came to doubt.
With you, I considered abandoning this obsession...
which has poisoned me all these years,
but also gave me the strength to carry on.
With you, I have felt...
like the man I once was.
Rancour got the better of you.
I couldn't save her.
It was too late.
I wish I could have prevented her death.
Like I did yours.
I was prepared to give everything for you.
Until I saw you would sacrifice my daughter.
How can I forgive you?
I don't expect you to.
You will leave now and you will let me fulfil my revenge.
No.
Don't force me to hurt you.
You don't deserve it.
Go, you still have time.
In two minutes, Ayala and his men will come through that door.