Sooner or later I'll find out what you're hiding from me.
You fooled Andrés and everyone else, but not me.
You sold your child to the Alarcóns. I'll prove it.
I found this in our room.
Offer him the whole world, but don't let him leave me.
I have no choice but to give in. -Not just that.
You'll offer Alfredo your position.
I'm afraid your father's accounts weren't as healthy as you thought.
What does this mean? It's empty.
She'll turn Alicia's inquiries away from us and the truth.
What were you going to do to Andrés? -I'm his father.
Grand Hotel
Your father was going to acknowledge Andrés.
And he was very generous to Pablo. An annual sum for the rest of his life.
My father ordered Diego to sign those money orders.
Diego didn't have to know who they were for.
The first came a day before my father died.
The second didn't come a year later. Andrés's accident happened before.
Because of the wedding. Diego took care of things before our honeymoon.
That's why the second payment coincided with Andrés's accident.
Will you tell him?
No, that's up to Pablo to decide. Or rather, up to Juan.
What's the matter, Alicia?
Nothing. I don't feel well.
You've been like this all day. Don't think I don't know why.
Why do you think it is? -You asked Ángela about your father.
I'm certain you didn't go to Aldain for a present for me, but because of that.
How does Aldain relate to my father? -I don't know, but I'm sure you do.
Thank you. -Why did you go to Aldain?
A maid saw my father argue with a man from Aldain.
She said he looked scared. That's why I went there.
Did you find out anything? -No, nothing.
You see you can confide in me?
Don't you feel better now?
You're always at my side, but at times you seem so far away that I miss you.
I'm here. -So show it to me, my love.
Remember Paris?
We spent hours in bed together.
I miss those days.
'Inspector Ayala and his assistant agent Hernando were seen in Aldain.'
What do you think? -Astonishing.
You're no longer an inspector, nor I your assistant.
Isn't it more astonishing that we were seen in a place I've never even been?
Yes, that also seems strange.
Where are you going?
Good day. Agent Ayala, national police.
Are you sure you are inspector Ayala?
See for yourself. -Agent Ayala.
Yes, I see. I'm sorry for you, but the other one was taller, more handsome...
and I think he had more hair.
The two men who talked to you were impostors pretending to be us.
What did you tell them? -They asked for the one-armed man.
And there were three of them, not two. Two men and a woman.
What did the woman look like? -Very pretty, officer.
Doña Adriana, don Eusebio. Will you join us for breakfast?
Very kind, doña Teresa. -Thank you.
My dear.
Ladies, gentlemen.
You may not recall, but we met a few years ago in Barcelona, at the theatre.
I was there with my husband, who was still my fiancé at the time.
Tristan and Isolde. Yes, I remember it well.
Why didn't you take me along? -Opera, and in German to boot?
My dear, you'd have been bored.
My friends told me about it. It's a wonderful love story.
Just like one of my favourite novels, Castilian Lovers.Have you read it?
Please, my dear. Forgive her.
We're talking about opera, not about romance novels.
Forgive me. -You don't need to apologize.
Let me try. You already did. -Hold on. First the cylinder...
and now turn the handle this way.
Who recorded this? -Don Pablo. He sings well, doesn't he?
Doña Ángela, are you alright? -Is anything wrong?
Isn't it bad enough that my maids are listening to music instead of working?
Isabel. -Madam?
You know how this works? -One has to turn this handle.
Do so.
Don Ernesto, can I talk to your guest? -Of course.
How did you find out? -Because of your phonograph.
I heard you sing the lullaby you used to sing for Andrés.
I should have expanded my repertory.
Why did you let us believe you were dead?
Don't act as if you care, Ángela. You never cared about me.
I loved you. -Not like you loved don Carlos.
I knew you never would, so I left. Dying was my way to set us free.
Andrés loved you unconditionally, like a real father. He suffered most.
That's why I've come back. Andrés deserves to know why I disappeared.
No. -No? You can't stop me.
Don't you think you've caused him enough pain?
Is it for his sake or to appease your conscience?
And yours? Or have you told him who his real father is?
Does he know he's spent his life as the servant of his siblings?
What good would it do him? -His entire life is a lie.
He's happy. Please don't tell him. Please.
What's the matter, doña Angela?
Nothing. -Are you crying?
Is it because of something Pablo said? -I don't cry, don Ernesto.
What do you want? -Don't be afraid of me, Andrés.
I only want to tell you something.
Then be quick. -It's about your father.
Did you know him? -Yes.
I hardly remember him.
I know I liked to play hide-and-seek with him in the kitchen...
and that he sang wonderful lullabies.
That's about it. But he was a good father. He must have been.
It's a pity he died in the war.
You knew him. Tell me what he was like.
He wasn't a bad man. He had his faults, like everyone.
He made mistakes and tried to correct them.
He was proud of his son, very proud.
He loved him like crazy and wished he could go home in order to be with him.
But his soul got trapped in that boat.
I knew he'd be very proud of you. You're everything a father can hope for.
Thank you. -This was his. He loved music.
I've had it for many years, now it belongs to you.
What's that?
Belén, my wife, looks after the baby of doña Sofía.
Stowed away, in those clothes?
Please, don't tell anyone. If they find him, they'll take him away. It's my son.
Your son?
You mean his grandson? -We named him Juan, like my father.
He'd have loved to see him. -Oh, how I wish he was here.
He's very restless and won't sleep, and I'm not good at lullabies.
I know one. Your father taught it to me.
What's wrong, Mother? You're pale, as if you'd seen a ghost.
Did you talk to that man?
Yes. He gave me his phonograph. He just set it up in the dining room.
Did you know it used to be Father's?
No. -Pablo knew him in the Philippines.
He told me about him.
Señorita Alarcón.
I'm señora de Murquía now, inspector Ayala.
I'm agent Ayala now, madam. You've had more luck with the change.
Is there something we should worry about?
There is, and maybe you can explain it to me, as it intrigues me very much.
What were agent Hernando and I doing with you in Aldain two days ago?
Nothing. We never went to Aldain. -Thank you, Hernando. Very sharp.
Nor was I there with you. -At least we all agree about that.
I must admit I was flattered to be described as young and handsome.
Unfortunately my youth is long gone. -They must have been mistaken.
I thought so too, until they told me you entered a one-armed man's home.
Would you like to talk somewhere more private?
I don't understand why anyone would have wanted to end your father's life.
I have no idea. -Then why do you think he was killed?
I found out my father didn't die when they said he did.
How did you find out? -I can't tell you.
But if the date on his death certificate is false...
the cause of death may be too. -Interesting, but not convincing.
There's something else. A maid saw my father argue with a man that day.
A one-armed man. It's his house I searched in Aldain.
I also inquired about this man. My contacts at the postal service...
informed me he was paid a large sum on the eve of your father's death.
I suppose that's why you went there, thinking he had something to do with it.
You're right, but I was wrong. That man isn't dangerous, I assure you.
Won't you tell us how you found that out either?
All I can tell you is that my father was very scared.
And that he feared for his life.
When I found out that this mysterious one-armed man received that money...
on the same day that don Carlos Alarcón died...
I also thought of the possibility that he may not have died of natural causes.
Are you going to help me? -It's you who has to help me.
To see if your father was killed, we only have to exhume his body.
But we can't do so without an official request from somebody of the family.
I've taken the liberty to prepare this document.
I'm aware that this will be very difficult for you...
but it's the only way to honour your father.
I know.
Do you want to read the contract before you sign it?
We're people of honour, Doña Teresa. I trust you on your word.
Diego, I'd like you to explain to the new director what his work entails.
With pleasure, doña Teresa.
Doña Teresa, a call for you. It's urgent. -Let them put it through.
It's for the sake of the hotel, Diego. -Of course, Alfredo.
Whose crazy idea is this?
Alicia, you won't believe it. They're going to exhume your father's body.
Why? -It's Ayala's doing.
And he has obtained permission. -Are there questions about his death?
No, absolutely not.
Who can be so ignoble as to desecrate a dead man's bones?
Any news? Or did you just want some tea?
Yes, about Pablo. But there's something more important.
My mother knows. Someone just called to tell her.
Whoever killed your father won't permit them to exhume his body.
Ayala can't do it in secret. Unless he hurries up, they'll beat him to it.
Antonio owes me a few favours. I'll swap shifts with him right away.
We'll meet outside the cemetery. -Alright.
Would Alicia's trip to Aldain have something to do with it?
She didn't find out anything, but she ran into Ayala, probably investigating.
I doubt Alicia would do such a thing.
I'm glad, but it doesn't solve anything. You take care of it.
Garrido. I have a job to be done, but I don't want you to do it.
Nothing should point to us. Get some men you can trust.
This way.
It seems they beat us to it. -They want to move his body.
Adriana, what's the matter?
Wait here. -Be careful.
Mr Olmedo, what a surprise.
Stop or I'll shoot. -That man is innocent.
Run after him. -What for? He's much faster than me.
Am I under arrest? -Of course not, madam. You can go.
Shouldn't we arrest her? -It won't help us catch Julio Olmedo.
I don't fancy unnecessary actions. -No need to tell me.
Now forget the living for a second. A dead man demands our attention.
If you want to make an arrest, handcuff those two before they wake up.
You know why I always drink until I collapse?
When I drink, I forget everything.
But tonight I don't want to forget. That's why I stopped drinking early.
It's not a good time, sir. -I'm in love.
I'm happy for you. Now please excuse me.
It's nothing to be happy about. She's married.
I've fallen head over heels with a married woman. Woe me.
I don't know what to do. What would you do if you loved a married woman?
I'd have to know how she felt. -She can't help loving you, that's how.
Then I'd declare my feelings to her.
You're wise, Julio.
Javier, if Mother sees you like this... -She'd be surprised if she didn't.
I'm in love, little sister. How about that?
Ayala will come after you.
What are you going to do?
Don't say anything. It was just a farewell kiss.
I have no choice but to leave the hotel. I can't let them arrest me.
You had nothing to do with the murder they accuse you of.
How can I prove it? -I don't know, but there must be a way.
Running away is like admitting guilt.
Better than ending up on the scaffold.
You saved my life. I never thanked you for all you did.
Hey, don't look at me like that.
This time I won't ask you to come with me.
Won't you tell me what's the matter?
I thought of asking you the same thing.
If I didn't, it's because I don't want you to lie to me.
You really trust your wife, don't you?
It's hard to do so if your wife conceals her actions from you.
I knew you were at the cemetery.
It has nothing to do with you, so I didn't tell you.
Everything you do has to do with me, Alicia.
What were you doing there?
You really don't know? -That's why I'm asking.
You didn't suspect that the corpse they want to exhume is my father's?
It shouldn't be hard to understand that this concerns me.
You should have told me, my love.
I'd gladly have gone with you. -Good night, Diego.
It was only a question of time, Mr Olmedo.
I advise you not to resist.
Cernudo, where is Espinosa? -He got up with a fever, don Ernesto.
But he got up? -I meant he woke up with a fever.
If you wish, I'll see if he's better. -Yes, go and see if he needs anything.
I assume you want to tell me something.
You shouldn't be so lenient. -'Lenient' isn't the right word.
It's 'humane'. Have you ever heard it? -Rules are rules.
And they must be upheld, even if they're unjust.
Yes, even if they're unjust. It's the only way to keep order.
You're in favour of order, I assume. -Up to a certain point.
It's not a question of points, Ernesto. -As you wish.
But if rules are rules, everyone ought to follow them.
Including your son Andrés. -Did Andrés do anything wrong?
Lately I've been turning a blind eye every time Andrés disappears.
And you know why I do so? Out of consideration for you.
My son isn't doing his work properly? -Yes, when he's there.
But often he's not. Whenever he gets the chance, he withdraws to his room.
I don't know what he does there and till now I didn't care.
But from now on I'll see to it that your son Andrés...
follows his mother's orders to the letter. If you'll excuse me.
I can't find Julio, madam. Do you know where he is?
Julio has left, Andrés. -That can't be, his stuff is still here.
I told don Ernesto he was ill. -You did well.
Where is he?
Yesterday Ayala saw Julio.
What's the matter? -Ayala came to the hotel last night.
That means they arrested him. -Because of that warrant?
We have to do something. If they convict him for murder...
they won't send him to prison. They'll execute him.
Where are you going? -To see Ayala.
What good will that do? -I don't know, but I can't sit still.
But Mother... -Quiet. The truth is out.
I've been told you haven't been complying with your duties lately.
I don't know what you mean.
You abandon your work at whim, without permission.
What are you up to? -Nothing, Mother.
Tell me the truth. What do you do when you take off like that?
Rest. Not everyone has your energy, and this work is exhausting.
Listen carefully. If I hear you fail to comply with your duties again...
I'll kick you out on the street, whether you're my son or not.
Understood? -Yes, Mother.
Now get out of my sight, before I slap you again.
Do you need anything, doña Ángela?
You smell awful, Juan.
But you're cute as can be.
Don't look away. The better we look, the more secrets will be revealed to us.
The dead harbour secrets, but don't reveal them.
If they wanted to move the corpse, it must contain something incriminating.
Tell us, don Carlos, what did they do to you?
Stop it. Talking to the dead brings bad luck. He won't answer anyway.
He will if we ask the right questions. Hand me that small saw.
I hope you don't mind that I came. -Of course not.
It's only natural that you want to know what progress we've made.
My examination of your father's corpse hasn't revealed any sign of murder.
But I'm not a forensic pathologist. -So what's next?
I know the best one there is, Dr Juan Schneider, and have sent him a cable.
Trust me, if your father was murdered, he'll find the evidence, however subtle.
Is there anything else? -Yes.
I believe you've arrested Julio Olmedo. -You couldn't prevent it forever.
Julio is innocent.
Your 'employee' is the main suspect in a murder case.
A witness saw him shoot the victim.
Moreover, the murder weapon was found in Mr Olmedo's house.
Will you take him to Blancaró? -We don't want him to escape again.
The witness will come to Cantaloa in order to identify him.
Would it be possible for me to talk to Julio Olmedo?
I won't allow any visit before the witness arrives. I'm sorry.
Very pretty, isn't she? And charitable, showing so much concern for a waiter.
Where are you going, agent?
To make sure that charitable lady is going out, not to the cells.
I'll get you out of here.
Don't make me arrest you too, señorita. Do me a favour and leave.
An enchanting lady, isn't she?
What would señor Murquía think of your friendship with his wife?
Agent Hernando? -Yes?
Are you alright?
I feel a bit dizzy. -Please, sit down.
Do you have some smelling salts? -No, I'm afraid not.
Would you like a shot of liqueur? -Yes, if you'd be so kind.
'11.30: appointment with the witness in the Julio Olmedo case.'
Mateo, may I see the logbook, please? -Of course, señorita.
What did they say?
The witness is coming to identify the murderer.
Do you think he'll stay here? -I hope so. Thank you, Mateo.
Cecilia Mieres Ruiz. C.M.R. -Do you know who that is?
Thank you. -Everything alright? You look worried.
I wanted to know if señor Villarin was still here.
To send my regards to his daughters. -He's not.
Where have you been? -The doctor recommended brisk walks.
Sedentary women are less fertile. -You, sedentary?
You haven't had breakfast yet? -No.
Director... -No.
The Marquis de Vergara is the director now.
That's his wife, Sofía Alarcón, Marquise de Vergara. Good day.
Good day.
Good morning, Sofía.
Now you can enjoy breakfast.
Excuse me, don Alfredo would like to see you.
Very well. My darling. Marquise, allow me to attend to your husband.
Why is he in such a good mood?
I don't know.
Alicia, excuse me.
Your turn. He's asleep.
You have to drive me to Cantaloa. -I'm sorry, but right now I can't.
That woman is the witness against Julio. 'Cecilia'. Doesn't it ring a bell?
Julio's girlfriend from years ago. We can't let her ruin his life again.
My mother just gave me a warning. Two, actually.
I'll be risking my job, but let's go.
Where did you say you're going?
Doña Alicia asked me to take her to Cantaloa.
What are you waiting for? Go and get changed.
Your son was worried you'd disapprove, Ángela.
If the lady needs you, the rest can wait.
Let's go, you heard your mother. Thank you, Ángela.
There's no hurry, but feel free to collect your personal belongings.
That's not why I'm here, is it?
No, I also wanted to tell you that I'd like you to be the assistant director.
Alfredo, you know you can count on my help and support at all times.
Is there anything else?
You don't seem very unhappy about the change.
I just recognized that your husband is more suited for certain requirements.
And what's good for the Grand Hotel must also be good for me.
I must admit I hadn't expected this reaction from you.
I have no choice, Marquise. If you'll excuse me.
He lost his position, just as you wanted.
If he takes it so well, it's not as I wanted. Something's not right.
Let me see the contract.
'In case of insolvency on the part of the company...
the contracted party will be obliged to invest his personal assets.'
I don't have any assets anymore. -My mother and Diego don't know.
I guess it's a standard clause. -Alfredo.
If they made you sign this, it must be for a reason.
Ask the bookkeeper how things are. -I will do no such thing.
Need I remind you what Diego and my mother are like?
I don't need to ask the bookkeeper. The books are all here.
Here it is.
The hotel has a debt with the Public Treasury. 300,000 pesetas.
It has to be paid within a week. They set us up, Alfredo.
I can renounce the directorship. -That would be the end of the hotel.
The hotel is our future now. Don't you see? It's all we have.
It's the same as having nothing.
Not if we pay that debt. -Sure, with what money?
Darling, if we obtain it, you'll be in a position to demand anything.
I have to take the lady to Cantaloa. -And the baby?
Where's your mother? -Upstairs.
Madam, you didn't turn on the iron heater.
Do it yourself, Doña Teresa needs me. -As you wish.
We'll only be gone for a day, Mother. Just to pay a visit to Alfredo's mother.
What is it, Ángela?
I thought I could help with the baby while you pack your suitcase.
You're an angel, Ángela. Come in and change him.
As you wish, madam.