What's the matter? -They're going to release Alfredo, today.
Opium.
That will be 12,000 pesetas, half up front.
Partake in the pleasure of opium. -I feel so peaceful.
Your child. Belén is in labour.
Here's your child, my dear.
That's impossible.
Everyone should think he died.
I followed Belén to the woods. She had the letter.
Did you get it? -Diego beat me to it.
Even if Andrés finds out don Carlos was his father, he'll never have proof.
Grand Hotel
Hidden or not, he should have a name.
What name would you like? -Juan, like my father.
Like your father, Juan. Of course.
I like it. -Juanito.
Why don't you open the door?
Andrés.
Put on something decent. Doña Teresa wants you to go to doña Sofía's room.
What for, Mother? -To do milady's bidding, of course.
Go on, get dressed. -She's very weak, don't you see?
She's not as weak as you think. Right, Belén?
Milady needs me, doesn't she?
Why do you treat her like that? -You still haven't learned to fly, son.
What does that mean? -Wake up, son, wake up.
Being a mother myself, I'd offer you my condolences.
Your son is alive. -As is yours.
I know what you did, and there are no words for someone who sells her child.
I don't know what you mean.
But having given birth yourself, you ought to sympathize with me.
I didn't expect you to admit it.
If you're so sure, why don't you tell? If you're wrong, you'll finally lose face.
If you're right, I wonder how doña Teresa will respond to your queries.
I'm not worried about doña Teresa, but about my son.
And I won't give up until he sees what kind of woman he married.
Trust me, one day Andrés will know the truth.
The only truth is that Andrés loves me and will always put me first.
Just try to tell him. Let's see what he says.
Madam.
Your new wet nurse. I hope we'll have more luck with her.
I need to talk to her in private for a moment.
You know why you're here.
If you want to stay alive, use the utmost discretion.
It seems little Alejandro has found a new wet nurse.
Where are you going? -To my room. I'm tired.
You can rest later. First get some beer for your nephew's wet nurse.
Beer? -Don't look at me like that.
Beer isn't only good for the use you make of it. Now I need to see Diego.
Did you find the letter?
Won't you tell me what it said?
I'd rather not.
Julio, tell me.
Your father conceived a child out of wedlock.
That's impossible. -And that child is Andrés.
Julio, that's absurd. That would mean Andrés is my half-brother.
And the firstborn, the heir to this hotel.
You know what that means? -Of course.
No, you don't.
If you'd known my father, you'd understand. He was a good man.
He'd never have deceived my mother and denied his own child.
He wasn't like that.
I'm sorry, but it explains everything. That's why they tried to kill Andrés.
Who? My mother and my husband?
Do you have the letter? Give it to me. -No, your mother and Diego burned it.
But you read it? -No, I heard them talk about it.
I was hiding in your room.
Think about it, Julio.
I never saw Diego with that letter, so I have to rely on what you overheard.
Alicia, listen. I'd never lie to you, least of all to cause you harm.
When they tried to kill Andrés, Belén had the letter.
It's her you have to talk to, not me.
Did you ever expect this, Belén? To be served beer by an Alarcón?
It hurts, doesn't it? The Virgin Mother always looks so blissful nursing Christ.
But the wet nurses of my children told me it isn't so nice at first, is it?
No.
Are you sure you have to go through this?
I don't understand, madam.
I have reason to believe my daughter-in-law wasn't pregnant.
It's quite a coincidence that you lost your child the day her baby was due.
I don't know what you're trying to tell me, madam.
Only one thing is worse than losing a child and having to nurse another.
Having to nurse your own child for another woman to keep.
Our house is always in need of staff. The salary is better, the work lighter.
Just give me proof of your loyalty and put an end to this farce.
Elisa. -I don't know what the lady means.
You're about to get a call. It's urgent. -Thank you.
Director, do you have a moment? -Come in, Marquise.
Are you absolutely sure Sofía's pregnancy was a sham?
I told you everything I know. I fear there's nothing else I can do.
Nothing, don Diego? It seems your mother-in-law has a firm grip on things.
We had an agreement, and I kept it. I want Alfredo out of here just like you.
Come in. -Excuse me, doña Elisa.
There's a phone call for you, and they say it's urgent.
Belén. -I need to rest, Julio.
What is it? -You had the letter.
I don't know what you mean. -Yes, you do.
You wanted to show Ayala. Diego took it from you, and now I have it.
You have it? -So you do know.
They destroyed it, but now I know that you had it and know what it said.
And what are you going to do? -Tell Andrés.
If I had it, I'd be the first to do so. But what's the sense without it?
He deserves to know the truth.
That the man he called father wasn't and his mother lied to him?
That his real family has always treated him as a servant and always will?
Is that what he deserves, Julio?
Without the letter to prove it, it will only hurt him. And now he's happy.
You'd make him miserable. You want to do that to your friend?
Someone wanted to kill him. He deserves to know who.
And you think I...
I'm his wife. If Andrés died, I'd lose everything.
Don't tell him anything, please.
Because he'd realize you married him for gain.
You'd ruin him.
Do you love Andrés?
Andrés is all I have left.
He was hungry. I went to get milk.
You left him by himself? -There was no one around.
The restaurant keeps everyone busy. -Still, you shouldn't have left him alone.
Did you give him the milk? -Yes, but he spit it out and cried.
What's the matter? -He can't drink what isn't there.
Doña Sofía made me her wet nurse and her baby drained me.
What? We can take turns watching him, as I still haven't resumed work.
But if the other baby gets his milk, what about him?
Andrés, good news. You can go back to work.
Thank you, don Ernesto.
I'm sorry, señora Murquía. It's my ear, sometimes I don't hear so well.
Why are you looking at me like that? My uniform? I've started working again.
I wish you all the best, Andrés.
I'm sorry about the baby. -Thank you, madam.
I was looking for you, Alicia.
Did anything happen? You've just had a nephew. You should be happy.
I am. It's just that I was thinking of Father.
Of his things. This was his. -Yes, I gave it to him.
What was Father like?
I think you knew him best, Alicia.
I mean before, when he was young, when he married you.
He was just younger, but he was the same good and loving man you knew.
It's almost a year since he died.
The 9th of February. I'll never forget that date.
But now I have the future to think of, my grandson.
Why don't you go see your sister? -I thought Javier was with her.
So did I. We both thought we could rely on him.
Señor Bakthiari, please cooperate.
Julio.
You said you'd teach me to read and write. I wondered when we could start.
I don't know. When we're both free. -I have some time off now.
Julio, I need your help. -How about this evening?
I need you to come now.
Did you kill the consul? -No, I didn't do anything.
I think he took something that made him unwell. Very unwell.
Come, help me lift him. -What for?
To take him to his room. No one should know he was here.
If not, I'll get them to blame you for his death.
But the hallways are full of people. -His room's on the same floor. Come.
Come on.
Now, no one's there.
I'm glad to see you too, señor Montejo, but perhaps you've had too much wine.
Julio, prepare a cold bath. -Yes, sir.
I had to do something. -Keep quiet.
Let's go to his room. -No...
We haven't seen the consul all day. -He hasn't left the hotel?
The police. -We would have known.
We have to go back to your room. -No, not to my room.
You want them to find you here with a corpse? Come.
Here it is.
Señor Bakthiari, please open up. This is the police.
We can't take him to his room anymore.
Ayala has seen that it's empty.
As soon as the road's clear, we'll take the service door. They'll be gone soon.
Hold him.
Ayala, check the other rooms on this floor to see if you can find the consul.
I'll go and question the staff. -Are you sure that's a good plan?
Better than good. It's an order.
To the chair.
They're searching the rooms and will question the staff. What shall we do?
Don Javier.
Let's go.
Señor Alarcón, this is the police. Please, open up.
One moment.
Don Javier, what's going on?
How can I help you? -Have you seen señor Bakthiari?
No.
Is there anything else?
No, thank you.
Done. I hope you know what you're doing.
No, you're coming along to help me with this. Get on.
I think I've done enough. -If you go inside, it'll be to pack.
Don't forget who I am, Julio. If this goes wrong, I won't go down alone.
Wait. Over here.
He's fine like this. -He's not fine, he's dead.
At least he's not in my room. Let's go.
What's the matter, Mother?
Your father is very ill.
Alfredo, I think you should come home. -I wouldn't mind, darling.
You and the baby should come too.
Your father won't have many more opportunities to see his grandson.
But I've just given birth. I can't make such a long journey.
My son didn't have any qualms about coming here straight after the wedding.
Mother, please. -I need a little more time to recover.
You know how much I've sacrificed for you and the baby.
My father deserves to see his grandson.
No, Sofía, there's nothing to discuss. Tell the maids to prepare our baggage.
Belén, the wet nurse, is coming with us.
Belén, what about Juan? He needs you.
I don't know, Andrés. My only worry is that they'll discover him.
They nearly did. Our colleagues keep asking where that crying comes from.
He's crying less now. -He's a good boy. Right, Juanito?
He must be tired of crying so much. Or ill.
I gave him all the milk I had left, but I don't know if it was enough.
We have to take him somewhere else.
Where? -I don't know.
They'll hear him all the same.
The meter room. -Where?
The meter room. No one goes there, and it's isolated.
We can't leave him by himself. -Of course not.
We can take turns during the day and keep him here at night.
What other option do we have?
Doña Sofía's baby has been crying all day. And how. We hear it in our rooms.
Belén's the wet nurse, maybe she took him upstairs. Poor girl.
Giving birth down here, all by herself. That shows who's rich and who's poor.
Now another baby gets the milk. -They treat us as if we were cattle.
If you were cattle you'd wear cowbells and sound better than your voices do.
Work is best done in silence.
Is anything wrong, my son? -No, Mother, why do you ask?
What is that noise? -It must be one of the wheels.
What do you have down there? -Doña Ángela.
Why all this haste? Is the linen for dinner ready yet?
No, madam, not yet. -I hear neither remorse nor apology.
It's because Don Ernesto has rearranged the linen room.
What? -Towels, tablecloths, everything.
We're not yet used to where everything is.
Put it all back again and do your work. -That will take a lot of time.
So hurry up. -Yes, madam.
This is only temporary.
Soon we'll have our own place in the village and you'll be free to cry.
But you won't, as your mommy will give you all the milk she has.
Come here.
You'll grow and eat roast veal...
or chicken stew, which is good as well.
Daddy will sing you lullabies, just like my father did for me.
But you have to have patience.
Sleep well, my...
Sleep well... How did it go?
Sleep well, my child, sleep well.
Sleep well, my love.
Sleep well, my little morning star.
Follow me, please.
I'm sorry, doña Ángela, but I have to attend to the guests.
It's not a suggestion, so please.
Did anything happen, doña Ángela? -My maids are behind with their work.
They can't find anything in the linen room.
That means they have a problem. -Yes, you.
I see. I ordered my waiters to rearrange the linen room.
I put the tablecloths and dishcloths near the entrance to save them time.
Very convenient for them. -And for your maids.
Now they can iron without being disturbed. Wasn't it a good idea?
It seems a terrible idea to me that you take decisions behind my back.
I'm sorry if I offended you, doña Ángela.
But I'm sure you'll agree that this arrangement is much more practical.
Ángela, may I ask what's going on? -I'm sorry I raised my voice.
But don Ernesto has rearranged the linen room without consulting me.
But he asked me, and I thought it was a good idea.
The maids will quickly get used to it. -If you think it's for the best, madam.
Shall I help you, doña Ángela? -No.
Doña Ángela.
Isabel, take these cushions to señora Alicia's room.
Right away, madam.
Allow me to help you. I know where everything goes.
That won't be necessary.
Doña Ángela, let me help you. It has to be ready for tonight's dinner.
I insist.
Do you really want to help me? -Yes.
Then shut up and get out.
I didn't procure a child for Alfredo's mother to raise.
What can I do? Alfredo went to prison for me. I can't deny him this.
You can't, but nature can.
Relax, it won't kill you, it'll just make you feel bad.
You were spared the pains of childbirth, so fight for your son now.
We have to move fast.
Get rid of this too. No trace of the consul must remain.
Is anything wrong? -No.
So hurry up.
Julio, I'm a married woman now. You can't just barge in as you please.
And before I could? -What brings you here?
What's that?
Morphine. Your brother had it. It's the same as they tried to kill Andrés with.
First it was my mother, then my husband and now it's my brother.
Who will it be the next time, Julio? My newborn nephew?
If I'd been more certain or if I didn't trust you, I'd have taken it to Andrés.
Talk to your brother and ask him.
I only want to know the truth and make sure Andrés is safe.
Come in.
Your mother asks for you.
Why? -Your sister has fallen ill.
Sweetheart, are you alright? -No.
Are you sure it's serious? -She's burning hot. Of course it is.
The doctor said it's not serious, but she needs to rest.
I'm sorry, darling, but I won't be able to go with you.
It's a pity you can't come, Sofía. -We'll look after her, Alfredo.
And the baby? -It will come with us, of course.
No, Alfredo.
I know you want to see your father, but don't take the child along.
I need him by my side. -Alfredo.
Let's leave them alone, my dear.
Relax, I'm sure you'll feel better soon.
Shall we go?
Sofía will be fine. She's the strongest of us three. As a child she never fell ill.
Why do you have this in your room?
What is it? -Morphine.
Why do you have it?
I appreciate your concern about my health, but don't worry, it's not mine.
Someone tried to kill Ángela's son during the reception for the consul.
How does the morphine enter into it?
He used Andrés's morphine and took part of it with him.
Who told you about all this?
Andrés. -He was ill. Maybe he was delirious.
Besides, who wants to kill Andrés? -All I know is you have this morphine.
This morphine has nothing to do with it. It's señor Bakthiari's...
who has some problems with opium and its derivatives.
Where were you after the consul's reception?
You really think I tried to kill Andrés? -No, so don't be afraid to tell me.
I was at the tavern in Cantaloa, procuring what señor Bakthiari needed.
Morphine? -Opium, Alicia.
Please, don't tell anyone. That's my only secret. I didn't try to kill anyone.
Julio, did you finish your shift? -I'll get off in a couple of hours.
So we're still on for tonight? You'll teach me how to write?
Of course. -Alright.
Have you seen Andrés? -A while ago, outside the kitchen.
Juanito, I really have to go now.
I looked all over. Why are you here? -Checking the fuses.
But we didn't have a blackout. -Exactly.
Why were you looking for me?
I wanted to talk to you, but I don't know where to start.
In that case, let me start first.
Belén asked me not to, but now I'm working again we'll need help.
And you're the only other person I can rely on.
What's the matter, Andrés?
Come.
Who is this little creature? -It's Belén's baby. Our son.
Nobody means more to me than he and his mother.
Why are you hiding him? -Belén gave him up for adoption.
If they see him, they'll take him away.
What did you want to tell me?
Nothing. Compared to this, nothing.
Juan, Julio, a friend. -Juanillo.
No, not Juanillo. Juan.
How can you do this to your father? -We'll go when Sofía has recovered.
And she had to fall ill now. Don't be so naive, son.
I won't leave my wife and child by themselves.
And your father?
I hope you'll have a good trip, Elisa, and may your husband recover soon.
Thank you, my dear, although that's in the Lord's hands now.
We can't do anything about the course of an illness or its recovery, can we?
Of course not.
I'll accompany you. With your permission.
Belén, good news.
Don Alfredo and doña Sofía are staying. You won't have to go.
Did you leave the baby by itself? -No.
What do you mean, no? -Julio is my best friend.
You told Julio? -He won't tell anyone.
Did he tell you anything about me, or about you?
No, what should he have told me? -I don't know, Andrés.
People are bad. Don't trust anyone. -Julio's different, and he can help us.
But not with what the baby needs now. -Again?
He's starving and won't make do with a pacifier, water with sugar or cow milk.
I can't take it anymore.
Within a few weeks I'll find a place in the village.
I can't take another day, and I'm afraid something will happen to the baby.
Maybe we should give it to someone who is able to take care of it.
No, Belén, you were tempted to do so once before, and you regretted it.
I'm sorry, I fell asleep. -I know, I've been there. Come.
Juanito, you haven't slept at all. -Poor baby.
He's as I found him. I didn't touch him. -You did very well, Father.
I leave him in your hands. -Thank you.
Did the priest see anything? -No.
He found the corpse like this. No one saw him enter the church.
No ID, so we don't know who it is. -Allow me a suggestion, Hernando.
I suspect it's the Persian consul, who vanished from the Grand Hotel.
Perhaps it was a natural death. -Doesn't it seem strange to you?
No, he came here to pray and had a seizure or something.
Wake up, Hernando. Why would a Muslim pray in a Catholic church?
Once again: Doesn't it seem strange to you?
Well, I guess it does.
What are you looking at?
Pupils, nails...
tongue.
There are signs of poisoning or intoxication.
And what do you think he was intoxicated with?
In his trunk we found enough opium...
to put a cavalry regiment to sleep, horses included.
What do you think he was intoxicated with?
Well, perhaps with opium?
I looked, but he didn't carry a wallet.
No wallet, but he did carry this.
Javier Alarcón. Let's go.
Have you seen Julio? -No, but his turn must be starting.
Thanks.