You're under arrest for the murder of Belén Martin.
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.
My mother inherits my fortune.
Ayala has forbidden telling you,
he thinks Belén
is behind all that happened.
"I can prove your wife planned your incrimination and execution
to claim your inheritance.
If you agree to meet, I'll prove it to you."
Mother, honey-bug lied to me.
He called the baddies, he called the bad doctors!
Laura!
Isn't bachelor life as wonderful as you thought?
Or I am much mistaken... or you have cholera, Don Diego.
His name is Samuel Arriaga.
He was Marta Santos' lover, Diego's first wife.
He knew she was unfaithful and killed her.
He has waited 12 years for his revenge.
He used my daughter.
Come to my room tonight.
I'll serve you his head on a platter.
Now is the time, isn't it?
With you I came to doubt.
Go, you still have time.
In two minutes, Ayala and his men will come through that door.
Go.
GRAND HOTEL
What is all this?
He left before my arrival.
He chose the best moment.
Undoubtedly, he has his ways. He must have suspected.
Or someone helped him.
That's possible, of course.
Hernando, we must search the grounds.
- Bring the dogs, they'll be useful. - Yes, sir.
He can't have gone far.
We'll catch him, sooner or later.
Ayala...
What about my daughter?
You're back!
Where's Julio?
- We'll be the talk of the hotel. - I don't care.
I don't intend to hide. I'm free, thanks to you.
You're here thanks to your mother.
The judge has issued an arrest warrant for Cisneros...
and dropped charges against me.
I made sure you were cleared.
You'll want to take a bath.
Your clothes have been taken to your room.
You needn't see Diego.
I can imagine what all this has caused you.
I doubt I could have turned Julio in, in your position.
I did what I had to.
Thank you mother.
Why is my wife here?
Why not?
She's innocent of the charges you presented against her.
What do you mean?
Doña Alicia didn't shoot you.
They tried to make us believe that.
Who?
You know him as Jesús Manzano Cisneros.
Until yesterday, he was the maître d' at the Grand Hotel.
His real name is Samuel...
Samuel Arriaga.
How exceptional!
I've never seen an orchid that colour.
I hadn't either, sir, until a few months ago.
The new doctor in Asantina has a wonderful collection of orchids.
He lived in Colombia for many years.
He brought back a collection which is the envy of the whole province.
Is it from him?
It must be.
It's said he is the only person in Europe who has managed to grow them.
What's the doctor's name?
Samuel Arriaga, sir.
They are from his greenhouse.
The florist mentioned that name.
Anything wrong, sir?
You may leave now.
Sir.
Arriaga has fled from the hotel.
I see the name is somewhat familiar.
I haven't heard it in a long time.
Since Marta Santos died, maybe?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't you, Mr. Vera?
Don't worry, I'll explain.
Your real name isn't Diego Murquía: it's Adrián Vera Celande.
Under that name, you were married to a lady named Marta Santos.
You loved her, no doubt... so much that you killed her
when she was unfaithful to you
with Samuel Arriaga.
After the crime, you fled to Cantaloa and adopted the name Diego Murquía.
Twelve years later, that lover has returned in search of revenge.
He is responsible for the recent occurrences in the Grand Hotel.
Did I miss anything?
If all that were true...
I'd be under arrest for murder.
But I'm as free as my wife.
Believe me...
if I had a document to prove your true identity, Mr. Vera,
you'd never see the light of day.
Don Diego.
Don Diego!
Cholera?
It's been confirmed by the doctor. Diego's isn't the only case.
Thank you.
One of the maids is infected.
- How has it happened? - He isn't sure, but...
he may have drunk contaminated water.
And... is it contagious?
Not if we act quickly.
We'll isolate Diego and only the doctor will visit him.
And the maid?
We'll dismiss her today, things won't go any further.
Those measures won't solve the problem.
Mother.
Are you a medical eminence, Ángela?
The best way to understand a disease is suffering it.
I had cholera as a child.
I almost died.
Believe me, I know what I'm talking about.
What should we do?
First, tell the staff and the customers.
Measures must be taken--
Put the hotel in quarantine?
Yes, if necessary.
Panic is something we can't afford, let alone close the hotel.
Then things will become more serious, believe me.
With the hotel owner ill, decisions must be made by myself
and the manager.
We won't change them because of your alarmism, Ángela.
If you have no objection,
I wish to dismiss the maid
personally.
Of course.
The doctor thinks Diego may have drunk stagnant water.
In the cave.
Diego has what he deserves.
We'll go tomorrow.
Our dream.
You're going?
Forever?
There's nothing for us here?
Thank you.
You can visit whenever.
No one else will know where we are.
You can both come.
- I'm so happy for you, really. - Me too.
You can't imagine how much I'll miss you.
Don Javier, you may go to your room.
- When Doña Laura-- - My wife.
Doña Laura is my wife.
I'll be the first thing she sees when she comes through that door.
Well, hurry up, the porter will beat you to it.
Honey-bug, how are you?
- Better now. - What was that for?
You deserve another one, for asking.
In your letters you said you missed me.
You never replied, you knew I was sick
but you never even phoned.
I didn't want to bother you.
Don't worry, you won't anymore.
Once we sign our annulment,
you'll never see me again.
- Going out? - You frightened me.
I'll walk into town, I need to stretch my legs.
I'll go with you. The exercise will do me good.
- Do you want to come? - Of course.
What's wrong?
I can't lie...
they're fitting one of the new dresses.
I was going to try it on. I wanted it to be a surprise for dinner.
That's fine.
I won't be long, I promise.
I hope not.
I wasn't expecting you.
Here, it doesn't matter who gives it to you.
Take it, give me what you promised and go.
I envy you, Belén.
I envy your ability to lie and manipulate people.
You've won the trust of your husband even after trying to kill him.
Give it to me.
How did you do it?
How did you fool him?
Andrés has always eaten out of my hand. He'd believe anything.
If that bitch Camila hadn't stuck her nose in,
I wouldn't have to suffer your blackmail.
But she did.
Lucky for me.
It's empty.
Did you expect me to hand it over?
I'm not that stupid, Belén.
- You bastard! Give me the evidence or-- - There is no evidence.
Andrés.
We've done the same:
made everything up.
- Andrés-- - No.
Andrés, that man tried to kill you. Andrés, you must believe me.
This man
is cooperating with us. You have confessed your crime
before your victim and three police officers.
Do you think you stand a chance?
- Andrés, I love you. - People like you only love themselves.
I've always loved you.
Hernando, handcuff her.
- I won't go to prison. - Don't make things worse.
Belén, it's over.
You're right.
It's over.
Belén! Belén!
Belén!
No!
It isn't much, but it will pay for proper medical attention.
Thank you.
I don't deserve it.
I couldn't stop them from dismissing you.
You couldn't, Doña Ángela.
Unfortunately, important decisions are often in the wrong the hands.
I couldn't even count on the maître d' to speak for you.
- Does Don Jesús want me to go? - No, he has left.
Don't ask me why, I don't know.
You needn't leave today. Rest all you can,
and leave tomorrow.
Mother...
What is it, son?
Belén...
Please leave.
Everyone.
Hernando.
Your daughter-in-law has committed suicide,
after confirming our suspicions:
her disappearance was calculated;
she wanted your son executed so she could inherit.
What I'm about to say isn't Christian...
I don't regret her death.
Andrés himself gave us the key:
the only way to prove Belén's guilt
was her self-incrimination.
So, inspector Bazán didn't escape from prison?
We faked his escape, the blackmailing of your son,
and we made sure Belén knew about it all.
If she had something to hide, she'd prevent Andrés...
from meeting Bazán.
And she did.
We didn't know she'd end up...
killing herself.
I just wanted justice, mother. For her to pay for what she did.
She has, son.
What has happened?
The cholera has followed its course.
You fainted.
You have disobeyed my orders.
Mr. Murquía, that's over.
If I have to tie you to keep you still, I swear I will.
How long must I stay in bed?
It's too early to say--
How long?
I don't wish to give you false hopes.
The disease is gaining ground.
Are you...
saying...
I'm dying?
Could you ask my wife...
to come and see me?
The detectives and I tried to prevent it.
We didn't have time.
I'm so sorry, Andrés.
What hurts most...
is the feeling of relief.
She was my wife... God knows how much I loved her...
Yet I feel nothing.
You've every right: she never loved you.
There's no doubt now.
Look to the future.
Mrs. Murquía?
Yes, doctor.
Your husband wishes to speak.
I don't wish to speak with my husband.
Your husband is very ill.
It's your last chance
to see him alive.
- He can't be trusted. - I won't be long.
I'll go with you.
- No, Julio. - I won't leave you alone with him.
I'll be fine... don't worry.
I'm glad you came.
What do you want?
I understand your feelings.
I've done too many bad things.
I think...
I didn't know how to love you.
I just wanted...
to say I'm sorry.
You're silent.
What can I say?
I'm glad you've realised?
I forgive you?
I've done nothing but suffer since I met you.
You've made me unhappy.
All that will change.
I'm starting a new life...
far away from you.
Alicia, I'm dying.
I've seen it...
in the doctor's eyes.
It's a matter of hours...
or days.
I don't...
want to die like a dog.
I don't want to die alone.
What will you do?
I'll...
grant you...
a marriage annulment.
I'll also
give the hotel back...
to its rightful owner, your mother.
All I ask in return...
is that you stay with me...
until I die.
I'm leaving tomorrow.
I know I can't ask anything from you...
but don't leave me to die alone.
These are the conditions we will allege
for the annulment.
- Read them and if you agree-- - No, I don't agree.
I won't sign.
Javier, don't act like a child.
Like a child?
- I've had no say, no explanations. - It's all on here, read it.
No!
Refusing won't help, believe me. Please.
Stop moving the paper!
Honey-bug, we have to talk this over, alone.
- You must think it over. - I thought it over
in the hospital where you sent me.
I ended up on a psychiatric ward because of you.
Your mother sent you there.
After you'd tried to get rid of me.
The psychiatrist, Simoneta, the child... Have I missed anything?
In sickness and in health.
What a pity only I took it serious.
Honey-bug, if... you let me speak...
Please, Javier, don't make things worse, sign it.
Are you all right? You've been daydreaming all day.
Yes, sorry. It's just that...
Have we done the right thing with the maid?
Of course.
Look around. The hotel is full.
What would have happened if we'd raised the alarm?
Sofía...
Ángela knew what she was talking about. Perhaps...
I should have backed her up. I shouldn't have remained silent.
Ángela was only trying to prevent the maid's dismissal.
Difficult decisions harm people, but they have to be made.
Believe me. It's the best thing for the hotel.
Help! Call a doctor!
- What has happened? - He has fainted, sir.
Don Alfredo, Jacinto has been ill for two days.
He was afraid he'd lose his job.
- Take him to his room at once. - Yes.
The best for the hotel?
Are you sure?
Doña Laura, excuse me.
Someone has fainted.
You're a nurse, can you come?
Certainly.
Doña Ángela, I should have taken your advice.
- What is it? - Two more waiters are ill with the same.
- I'm so sorry-- - We'll talk about that later.
We must take measures to ensure the disease doesn't spread.
- What can we do? - We must close the Grand Hotel.
The clothes of those infected must be collected and burned.
Thoroughly boil all the glassware and crockery.
Meals must not be served in the restaurant nor the lounge.
They must be served in the rooms.
Contact between customers must not be allowed.
It is essential that we isolate those infected.
All of them, with no exception.
Distinctions between customers and staff cannot be made now,
but between the sick and the healthy.
- I'll need your help. - Certainly, Ángela.
But it won't be sufficient. I've notified Dr. Arandia,
he knows exactly what to do.
- When will he come? - Tonight.
Don't be afraid. If you follow the instructions on the board,
- you'll be fine. - Will the hotel close?
It's our afternoon off.
Can we go into town?
- No one can leave or enter the hotel. - Until when?
Until we discover and eradicate the bacteria.
Continue with your work.
What is all this?
- You can't close the hotel. - It's the most sensible thing.
As manager, I decided to back Doña Ángela's initiative.
As manager?
You're causing irreparable damage
- to the hotel's reputation. - Even so, Madam...
if we can save the lives of a few people, it will have been worthwhile, won't it?
If you feel indisposed, or sick, you have stomach ache
or you think your skin is drier than usual,
you must notify Doña Laura or myself.
- I need to get out of here, detective. - Didn't you hear? No one can leave.
What's wrong? You look ill.
I feel sick, I've got stomach ache and I think my skin is drying.
- Hernando, are you a hypochondriac? - Is that serious?
- No, on the contrary. - I'm dying, aren't I?
No, not at all.
But you must follow my instructions to the letter.
Here, put this sugar lump in your mouth and stand on one leg until it dissolves.
- Will it cure the cholera? - Without a doubt.
Very good.
Another sick person.
Help!
- Help! - What is the meaning of this?
Laura, please be nice. I've got cholera.
You don't say.
You said, "In sickness and in health."
- You aren't ill. - Laura, I've caught cholera.
I'll attend to those who really need me.
They are worthy of my time.
Honey-bug...
Can we talk?
- Go ahead. - In your office.
I know what you're going to say but I'm the captain aboard
if this sinks, I'll be the last to go.
Whatever captain you are, your son comes before anything else;
- you can't put him at risk. - That needn't happen.
But it might.
We must leave, Alfredo.
Don't make matters worse, Sofía.
It isn't just Alejandro...
It's time to start a new life, somewhere else.
Right now?
I don't think we can save our marriage here.
As captain, that wreck should matter to you most.
The hotel is my responsibility.
We are too.
Your son and I.
Decide your priorities.
Have you told Julio?
Not yet.
Having doubts?
No, but I can't help feeling guilty.
Diego is dying,
he doesn't want to be alone.
No way. No
What's wrong?
Andrés and his ideas.
Since... you and Julio
are leaving tomorrow, I thought... Well...
He wants a farewell dinner tonight, the four of us.
That isn't a good idea, the hotel is closed due to cholera.
-That's what I said. - What can we do?
They are doing all they can. My mother has taken care of that.
The doctor is here.
Andrés is right. There's nothing we can do.
Dinner then?
Tomorrow we'll see about leaving.
This time no one can stop us.
Wow!
It's beautiful.
If we don't know how to set a table by now...
Only wine to drink?
It's safer than water given the circumstances.
And much more expensive. It's an excellent wine though.
- It didn't cost much, did it, Julio? - Courtesy of the Grand Hotel.
- Luckily, your mother knew what to do. - I didn't know she'd suffered cholera.
Me neither. My mother is a mystery.
I often think I'll never know her.
Although,
it shouldn't surprise me.
She's managed to control things.
And we're enjoying the moment.
We'll get drunk.
We deserve it after all we've been through.
Andrés?
What the hell! You're right. This is our last night together,
we have to make it memorable.
- If you carry on like that, it will be. - Pour some more.
A toast...
to the four of us...
No... to you two.
My sister...
and my best friend.
To your new life...
and happiness.
Alicia?
Here's to us.
"My dear Teresa...
this letter ought to start with an apology,
but with pen in hand,
I can only write...
I love you."
Don Diego, this has arrived for you.
I'll leave it on your table.
I thought you'd come later. Isn't that what you said?
That's what I wanted you to think.
Happy anniversary, my love.
I went to Ribanda for fabric.
Fabric?
You can't have forgotten
it's 11 April.
You've bought me a present, you're hiding it.
No.
Give it to me, let me see.
- Let me see it. - No.
Give it to me.
What's this? Let go.
Look.
It was hard to find.
It's from America.
Happy anniversary!
A black orchid.
- Do you like it? - It's beautiful.
Thank you. Sit down.
My love.
Samuel... Arriaga.
Arriaga.
Samuel... Arriaga.
Samuel.
Samuel Arriaga.
It's strange to have an outbreak of cholera here.
I can't see them having poor health conditions.
Appearances can be deceiving, doctor.
If they've asked you to come, it's because you are needed.
I trust we'll remedy things.