Everyone should think he died, otherwise they'll take him away.
I know you sold your child to the Alarcóns. I'll prove it.
If you need a strong back to carry fish, I'm strong as an ox.
We have to leave this place, Belén.
What's the matter, darling?
My father died.
Allow us to search your room.
You'll consign the opium at twelve.
I found this half-burned piece of paper in the ashtray in my room.
The date is still legible, February 10. But my father died on the 9th.
What was it like? Father's death. -I can't be of much help to you.
If you like, we can talk about it later. -Excuse me, I have things to do.
Grand Hotel
Ten minutes late. -Don't worry, I've brought it.
Where is it?
What's that? -Your money. It's all there. Count it.
I don't want my money, I want the stuff. -I no longer have it.
You sold it to someone else, you cur? -No, I swear.
Officer Ayala. I had to get rid of it. -I don't believe you.
I swear. -I don 't care.
You're either a fool or a liar, but I'm neither.
I've promised the goods. You won't make me lose face with my clients.
You'll have to go to Barcelona. I want that opium by six tomorrow.
Where will I get it? -That's not my problem.
Where is the opium hidden?
Hernando.
Experience has taught me that if a detainee doesn't talk under threat...
he won't do so no matter how much you hit him, or he'll invent something.
What do you suggest we do? -Something terrible.
If this man won't confess, we have no choice but to let him go.
Let him go? -Then we'll arrest more of Bear's men.
Isn't that how they call your boss?
I'm certain they'll soon conclude we let you go because you talked.
With that wound on your arm you won't last long.
Not to underrate your muscles, but I'm sure he's more afraid of Bear.
You've heard. If you don't want us to let you go, talk.
Where do they keep the opium?
Will you send me to a prison far away? -If Cuba was still ours, you'd go there.
They hide the opium at the tavern, then it gets transferred to Barcelona.
We should keep an eye on that tavern. -Your astuteness amazes me.
Finally, I was looking for you. -I'm running up and down all day.
I've discovered something.
My mother says she found my father the evening of the 9th...
and called the doctor, who established his death.
So? -Javier.
Javier? -I know he's hiding something.
What did he tell you? -That he went to bed early that night.
But I know him. He was nervous. It wasn't the truth.
He lied to you. He saw your father. -How do you know?
Andrés heard them argue.
I know he's your brother... -This is about my father's death.
I want to know what happened. -Then you'll have to talk to Javier.
I've tried, but he won't tell me anything.
There's a way to make him talk, but it won't be easy.
Maybe it would be better to hide it. -Are you giving me orders?
Anyone can see us here. -Stand guard.
I think that man is from the police.
How do you know?
I saw him sign the guest list we have to give the authorities.
Tell the Catalonian. We'll put the package in the usual spot.
We can relax now. I think you've made a good deal at my expense.
We have both done well. -If I do well, you do well. Understand?
Nice car. -It belongs to a guest.
A lucky man. -Not really. He has to sell it.
His business is doing badly and he needs cash.
Were you thinking of buying it?
Marquis.
I'm sorry about your loss, don Alfredo.
Don Wenceslao, you saw him just before he died, didn't you?
Yes. Your father resisted all he could.
He wanted to see his son one last time, and his grandson.
But it was a desperate struggle and he couldn't hold out.
But rest assured, his last thoughts were of you.
Marquis? I'm the executor of your father's will.
I know it's not the time, but I'd like a word with you.
You're right, it's not the time. -Forgive me, sir.
When were you going to tell me you intend to leave?
It's my husband's idea, not mine. I just heard myself.
What are you going to do?
I can continue to come to the hotel and nurse your son.
And if he feels ill?
If you go, it will have consequences, Belén. You won 't see my child again.
And I'll make sure you won't find work in Cantaloa or at any other hotel.
Do you understand me, Belén? -Yes, madam.
We have an agreement. Don't even think of breaking it.
Darling, when did you arrive?
Weren't you ill?
I felt better and went out with Alejandro.
What's the matter?
Coming back from my father's funeral I found this in our room.
I don't know what it is. -Of course you do.
It was among your things. It's jimson weed.
This is what made you vomit and gave you that rash. You weren't ill.
Neither the baby nor I could travel. I had no choice.
You had no choice but to fake illness in order to make me do your bidding?
Keeping me from seeing my father and showing him his grandson.
I didn't know he was going to die. -But he's dead, Sofía.
Once everything's been arranged, we'll go to Vergara.
You can't separate me from my family. -I wasn't referring to you, my dear.
I meant me and my son.
Alfredo discovered I faked my illness. He will take the child and leave me.
Alfredo loves you. He went to prison for you.
That's why there's nothing I can do, Mother, but you can.
You promised you'd make him co-director when he came back.
Offer him the whole world, but don't let him leave me.
Alfredo and me managing the hotel together? That doesn't make sense.
The hotel functions perfectly under my supervision.
It's not because of any shortcoming of yours, Diego, it's because of Alfredo.
We must give him an incentive not to leave with my grandson.
Why does it have to be at my expense?
I don't have any other option. -Of course you do.
It wouldn't be a tragedy to get rid of that good-for-nothing.
Your ambition has cost us all dearly. Or have you forgotten about the letter?
You even offered me your resignation. -I solved that problem.
And I let you marry my daughter and continue to manage the hotel...
while I could have taken it all away. So now do as I tell you.
I guess I have no choice but to give in.
You won't just give in, you'll offer Alfredo your position.
And make sure he believes it's due to his own merits.
Is that why you forgave me, doña Teresa? To make me pay for it?
Don't consider yourself so important. I do it all for my family, and the hotel.
I'm sorry, but I have my doubts.
I'm sorry I'm late, madam. -Don't worry.
With half the staff ill, I'm glad you're here.
Is anything wrong, madam? -No.
You can talk to me, if you wish.
I know. But tell me about yourself, Isabel. Are you happy at the hotel?
Yes, though today was an unusual day, with so much work to do.
How about your colleagues? -They treat me well.
As for the boys...
There's one that's very special. -Really? Who is that?
One of the waiters. He's very kind to me, and patient.
He's teaching me to...
To behave well with the guests.
Does he know you like him? -I don't know.
We get along very well, but maybe he doesn't feel the same way.
We women notice these things, and he seems melancholic at times.
I think he's in love with someone else. -Someone else?
I think so. Someone who doesn't have eyes for him. I don't know.
She must be crazy to refuse such a handsome and good man.
Maybe he's not all that good.
You think I have a chance if he manages to forget her?
Diego, did anything happen?
I have a meeting with Alfredo. I want to freshen up. It won't be easy.
I'm sorry.
Do you want to go for a walk afterwards?
To be honest, I don't feel so well. -You're not pregnant, are you?
Why do you keep saying that? -I guess it's my desire to be a father.
Shall I pour you a glass, don Javier?
You seem to be celebrating. -Do you know what this is?
A key, sir. -Of a wonderful car that's mine now.
Tell me, sir, what's the car like?
It's a machine, but it's just as if it were alive.
You can have a lawyer go over it, but I assure you it's legit.
Doña Teresa wants you to share the direction of the hotel with me.
Because I'm a marquis now?
She had me draw up this contract before your father died.
What a coincidence. -Isn't this what you've always wanted?
Now you have it. -Yes, this is what I've always wanted.
See how your servility to doña Teresa has erased your manhood and honour.
Pathetic.
I'm sorry, señor Murquía, tell your owner this dog wouldn't accept her bone.
Send someone from the staff. I have a broken vase in my office.
Alfredo, please. -You didn't even have the guts to ask.
You had Diego offer me a position that is your dream more than mine.
I'm asking you now, please stay. -I'm sorry, Sofía, it's too late.
Don't go. -I had them prepare another room.
Tomorrow morning I'll go back to Vergara.
One more and you'll keel over, sir. -So what, at this hour?
Javier. -Sister, do you want a drink?
Let's go, before Mother sees you. -Shall I help you, madam?
That won't be necessary. You've done more than enough.
Javier, let's go.
Do you feel better now?
I'll feel worse tomorrow, I assure you.
Please don't let Mother find out. -She won't hear it from me.
Remember I got grounded for not telling who'd left the stables open?
If Father had found out it was me...
What happened between you two? -What didn't happen?
I mean the evening he died.
Alicia, please. -Javier, you can tell me.
I wasn't with him. -They heard you argue that night.
You always had arguments. What was different this time?
I came home drunk that evening, like so many other evenings.
Father saw me in the hallway and took me into his room.
He'd been angry at me many times before...
but never like this day.
I can shout at you all I want, but you get drunk every night...
spend money like water and cause problems with the guests.
Are you done, Father?
I've tried to make you into the man you should be, but it's been in vain.
Did you ever count on me? -You can't be counted on.
Did you ever wonder what I wanted? -You're privileged. You lacked nothing.
That brings along responsibilities. Many responsibilities.
Javier, it's over. -What's over?
It hurts me, but there's no other way.
Whatever your future will be, it won't be at this hotel.
What do you mean, Father?
You'll receive a small sum as part of your inheritance, but forget the rest.
You can't do that to me. I'm your son. -When did you ever behave as such?
If I don't stop you, you'll ruin our family. -Father, please...
Father. -Javier, I...
It's my fault Father died, Alicia.
It's true.
Is that what you wanted to know?
Did you talk to Javier?
You don't have to tell me. -Isn't that what you wanted?
I don't want to see you like this.
What my brother told me confirmed that my father died on the 9th.
So how did he write a letter the next day?
I don't know. Maybe he got the date wrong.
Or it's a forgery.
Or your brother is mistaken. -No, Javier isn't lying.
How do you know?
He argued with my father that night and saw how he had a heart attack.
He didn't do anything and left.
My brother is convinced my father died because of him.
He feels as if he killed him himself. Would anyone lie about that?
No, Julio. I don't want to go on with this.
Pour me a glass. I have something for you to hide in the usual place.
Let's go.
Don't even think about it.
Allow me.
Too bad you didn't have a glass. You won't have one for a long time.
Do you know who you're dealing with? -With my ticket back to Madrid, I hope.
Hernando, I'm afraid we're going to have to let these gentlemen go.
Why? -You're not going to arrest me?
Carrying cake in one's pocket may be an eccentricity, but it's not a crime.
Javier Alarcón. That son of a bitch.
I'd like to see Javier Alarcón.
I'm sorry, you can't be here. -I need to see Javier Alarcón.
Will you let me by or not? -Of course not.
You think two old people will stop me? -I'm a great boxing enthusiast.
But if people saw a boxer hit a boy, they'd think he wasn't a man.
If I ring this bell, all of the waiters will come at once, and you're by yourself.
Inspector, inspector. -Agent.
Don't be so finicky, Hernando. Can we help you, señor Alarcón?
Yes, arrest me at once and put me away for the rest of my life.
You smell of alcohol, but that's not enough for us to arrest you.
What have you done this time?
I sold opium to a dealer.
And I took the consul's body to the church.
Don't tell me you didn't suspect that. -Of course I did.
But I have to disappoint you. Moving a body that hasn't yet been interred...
or selling food at an exorbitant price don't count as crimes in this country.
Are you sure? -Absolutely.
I'm sorry, but in this kingdom stupidity is not a motive for locking someone up.
Couldn't I spend the night here?
Even if you came to live at the station, we can't protect you from your idiocy.
Good night.
The chambermaids will have a lot of work to do in this room tomorrow.
No, please don't kill me. -You shouldn't have deceived me.
It served us both well. If you're free, you owe it to me.
Don't provoke me. -You know it's true.
And I have something to offer you. -What's that?
This car is worth much more than the opium would have brought you.
If I remain free and you stay alive, it's due to a fortunate circumstance.
I'm going to keep this car, but you still owe me.
If you deceive me again, I'll kill you.
Julio, it's me.
What's that smell? -The fish. I didn't have time to wash.
Are you coming back? -No, just for the night.
I don't have a place yet. May I? -Of course.
You're doing your best for your family. -I feel more free now.
Though I smell of fish, the scales hurt my hands...
and I have to get up even earlier now and remove those nasty entrails.
It's horrific, but Belén and the baby deserve it.
Of course they do.
What's the matter?
Nothing. I'm just happy you're putting me in trouble for once.
Let's go.
What's this smell? -The smell of a man creating a future.
Then men like that smell terrible.
Today I threw out some more junk. There's more space than I thought.
I'll get some old furniture, so you and Juan can come...
and you can work at the fishery with me.
Me, a fishwife? -You'll quickly get used to it, I hope.
You'll be able to leave this hotel for good.
For good? -You won't have to come back here.
No more breastfeeding doña Sofía's baby. It'll all be for Juan.
Doña Sofía will never allow it. She wants me to keep nursing the baby.
Doña Sofía isn't your boss.
The baby needs me. -Let them find another wet nurse.
I've grown fond of him.
Once we live in the village, you'll soon forget him.
He's not your son.
Come, let's go to sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow.
I come on behalf of the housekeeper of the Grand Hotel.
At this time? What can I do for you, señorita?
It's about your new assistant. -Andrés?
Good morning, Martín. I'm well rested and fit like a bull. Where shall I start?
I'm sorry, but you can't work here any longer.
What? -You heard me. It's either you or me.
Did I do anything wrong? -You'd better ask your mother.
Allow me.
Thank you. -Don't mention it.
My little boy. He left us a year ago.
I'm sorry. -Such an injustice.
Another day, a few more hours and he'd still have been with us.
What happened? -He had a high fever.
The doctor had cured him before.
My husband went to get him, but he wasn't there.
Which doctor was that? -Dr Bernárdez.
I'm sorry. The doctor was at the Grand Hotel, attending to my father.
No, madam. A neighbour told us he'd gone to Madrid...
for the opening night at the opera. -Are you sure that was on the 9th?
I'll never forget that day. If he'd been in Cantaloa, my son would have lived.
Two cubes of sugar or one?
Sofía, are you alright?
Alfredo is going to leave me.
He wants to take the baby.
What happened? -Sofía, don't worry.
We'll do whatever necessary to keep him from doing so.
You're my daughter. I won't allow anything bad to happen to my children.
We have to stick together more than ever now.
Thank you for seeing me, sir.
What is so important that it can't wait until I'm back in Vergara?
I'm afraid your father's accounts weren't as healthy as you thought.
Some debts I should know of? -Some?
Your father mortgaged the estate to defray his increasing legal expenses.
And he had already incurred previous debts.
So sell some of the land and settle those debts.
I think you don't understand.
After settling the debts, there won't be anything left.
Not even the house.
You've inherited a title, nothing else.
You're ruined.
I'm sorry, sir.
Antonio, I'm glad you've recovered. -Thank you, sir.
We all feel much better. It seems the illness has passed.
I'm glad. Who made the schedule? -It's doña Ángela's writing.
Mother. -Did anything happen?
Nothing you didn't plan. I lost my job.
Andrés, that's no way to talk to your mother.
I don't know what you mean. You decided to leave the hotel.
You won't stop meddling in my life. -I didn't do anything.
Andrés, where are you going?
Go to work.
What's the matter? -Dr Bernárdez wasn't here on the 9th.
He can't have established my father's death.
Your mother... -I know, she lied.
And Diego, Javier and Sofía were either fooled like me or they lie too.
Why? -I don't know. I must talk to the doctor.
If he forged the certificate, he's part of it and won't tell the truth.
He doesn't have to, as long as he leads us to whoever made him lie.
Dr Bernárdez, how are you?
I have a minor ache. Nothing serious, but my husband insists I talk to you.
You're going away? It would just be for a quick chat.
You're very kind, doctor. Thank you.
The doctor is leaving in a few hours, so we have to make haste.
I'm sorry to bother you, madam, but I have something to ask you.
I'm sorry, Belén, but you'd better stay here for now.
It breaks my heart, but you're right. At least one of us will make a living.
My mother will leave you alone now she's separated us.
We're going to miss you.
I'll find something and come back for you.
Andrés, doña Teresa has decided to reinstate you. Congratulations.
Me? Why?
Your mother asked doña Alicia to plead for you with doña Teresa.
It's difficult for a mother to deny her son's wishes.
Doctor, I'm sorry I'm late. -Please be brief, as I'm in a hurry.
You established my father's death on the 9th of February, didn't you?
Didn't you say you had an ache?
On that day you weren't in Cantaloa, but in Madrid, at the opera.
I'm sure many people will remember. -What's this about?
You forged my father's death certificate.
I want to know why and who paid you to do so.
I won't listen to this. I didn't expect this from you.
She's getting too close. I don't know what to do.
Alright, immediately.
Thank you for coming so quickly, doctor. Follow me.
Excuse me, could you inform don Ernesto...
Here it is. I thought I'd better give it to you in person.
Thank you, doctor. -I ask you to observe discretion.
Doña Ángela, could you help us? -Of course.
I just saw the doctor leave. Who did he talk to?
Ángela. He gave her an envelope. -Did you see what was in it?
I'll find out, if you distract Ángela.
Pablo. -Ernesto.
Old friend. What are you doing here? -I'm going to Madrid. I owed you a visit.
Tonight you'll stay at the hotel. Yes, my room is big enough.
I don't want to bother you. I've taken a room in the village.
Don't be silly, you're staying here. Patricia, show my friend to my room.
Thank you.
Who is that man?
My friend Pablo Llanos. He's staying in my room tonight.
In your room? What nonsense is that? -What's going on, Ángela?
Don Ernesto wants to let a friend of his stay in his room.
Madam, we've fought together in the Philippines. He saved my life.
I beg you to let him stay in my room for a few nights. He's passing through.
I told the maître that rules are rules. The servants' quarters are not an inn.
Ángela, at times one must break the rules in order not to be unjust.
Ernesto, your friend can stay here. -Thank you.
Angela, I'd like to... -You don't have to explain, madam.