If you'd died, I'd never have forgiven myself.
My wife is coming with me. -Let me go.
Ayala will need more than a body to prove anything.
I kept one of the ribs of don Carlós Alarcón.
If this porcelain dish turns black, it means it contains arsenic.
Don Gonzalo Alarcón. His father was don Carlos's brother.
He almost ruined the family because of a swindle involving some mines.
Someone wanted to kill you.
What's the matter? -Morphine.
Give the patient an injection of morphine every six hours.
Only half a syringe. More may be lethal. -I know.
Grand Hotel
How long will I have to take it? -Until the pain is gone, I suppose.
The vertigo. This morphine will end up doing what that shot failed to achieve.
It feels strange to be doing this, sir. -Why do you say that, Andrés?
Not long ago it was me who was in bed.
My mother told me that after I had the accident they sent for a doctor.
That my health was of great concern, especially whether I'd live or die.
I've always wondered why. I'm only a simple waiter.
You're more than that, Andrés.
You grew up in this house, with us. -Yes.
I still have memories of playing with you and your siblings, as if we were...
Brothers? -Friends, I was going to say friends.
But I realize that I'm only a servant...
and no matter how close to you I feel, I'll never be anything else.
That's why I wonder if maybe I did something wrong once.
Something so bad as to merit such punishment.
No, Andrés. You haven't done anything to deserve punishment.
How is don Javier? -He made it.
Thank you. -I left him in care of your friend.
He'll administer the morphine. -Which friend?
Andrés, I think his name is.
And here they store the silverware. -As well as toxics to clean it, I guess.
Señor Molins, what a surprise. -A pleasure to see you again, Lady.
You came back without telling me? -You know I don't like to draw attention.
That's why you dress so modestly and use the servants' entrance.
Were you at this tavern in the village? -You know me too well, Lady.
Allow me to present my friend Agatha.
She wants to be a novelist, and I'm giving her a tour of the hotel.
This young man belongs to one of the most important families of Madrid.
Señorita, I'm enchanted.
It was nice to see you. I won't take more of your time.
Agatha, come and see the pantry. -I'll be right with you, Lady.
If you'll excuse me, I'm in a hurry. -I understand.
Waiters have little spare time. -What did you say?
Your clothes are cheap and worn-out, so you're not rich.
You're perfectly manicured, but you don't use perfume, nor wear jewellery.
That means you work at a fancy place such as this.
And from the moment we saw you, you've been very nervous.
Did I do well? -Yes.
But you didn't mention I served you breakfast this morning.
Please, don't say anything to Lady.
It's easier to keep a secret if you get something in return.
What do you want? -A good story.
And what's a good story without a touch of romance?
I want a kiss.
Alright. But you have to close your eyes.
Wake up. -Don't worry, he's fine.
Alicia, what happened?
I ran into Andrés as I was going out with Diego.
He said he was going to inject the morphine, but he was very nervous.
Did Andrés say anything? -He didn't have to.
I feared Andrés knew we suspected Javier and would do something crazy.
I gave Diego an excuse and came running back.
When I came in, he was sitting there, in doubt.
Maybe we should tell him he's a son of don Carlos, an Alarcón.
We'd put him in danger for nothing. Your mother will never accept him.
You don't know how hard it is for me to see him every day, serving us as if...
Like me and many others.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. -I understand.
Alicia told me everything.
Why would don Javier have wanted to kill me?
I don't know.
But if he did, he'll end up in prison, I promise.
There you are.
Doña Teresa, how is Javier?
I don't know what you did, but he's obsessed with you.
I didn't do anything, but I feel the same way about him.
I couldn't care less about how you feel.
Fine. If you wish, let's talk frankly.
I know you don't like me and you did all you can to separate me and Javier.
I don't dislike you.
But that my son was shot is something I can't accept.
And though I did nothing to separate you yet, I will.
My husband tried to kill Javier. What can you do to us that's worse?
If you run off with Javier, he won't receive a cent of the family estate.
You can't do that to him. -Of course I can.
My son can live without a wife...
but I assure you he can't live without money.
He loves me. -Once you're poor, he'll leave you.
Where will you go in a few years, when he no longer finds you attractive?
Or do you think he'll stay with you?
As you see, I don't have to do anything except open your eyes.
We both know that what you and my son have is a fleeting affair.
Javier will meet another woman and forget you.
Do you want to ruin your life for a few months of passion?
I feel better already.
Maybe it's the morphine, but...
What's the matter?
Javier, I owe you an apology. I felt something for you from the start.
I know, and I felt something for you. I still do.
I called it love, while it was nothing more than a whim.
What do you mean?
Don Eusebio and I are married and have a daughter.
What does that have to do with our feelings?
Look what your husband did to me. And your daughter can live here.
You didn't lie when you said you loved me.
Yes, I did.
I just felt flattered. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Javier.
I don't believe you. I don't believe you. Adriana.
Is that your doing, Mother? -I'm glad you trust in my powers.
But they don't suffice to change the way a woman feels.
I assure you that if they were, I'd make her go back to her husband.
Diego, did you talk to my nephew? -I haven't had time yet, doña Teresa.
Then do so.
I didn't expect to see you here again.
Although you inherited enough money to afford it, your aunt won't charge you.
Diego, I won't be provoked this time. I don't want any conflict.
What do you want? -As I already told my aunt.
To be reconciled with my family. -On the day of don Carlos's death?
It must have seemed like an act of divine justice to you.
After your father died alone in a cell, like a criminal.
I doubt God would meddle in such nasty affairs as those of this family.
I see that you won't be provoked.
Doña Teresa expects you at our table for dinner. Keep refining your manners.
In 30 minutes, tell me I have call. -Yes, sir.
Thank you.
What a surprise, officers.
We're going to afford ourselves a treat. Some more than others.
First it was me who was hiding here. I see things have changed.
I'm glad Javier is recovering.
You'll be able to see him at the memorial mass tomorrow.
Believe it or not, I've been dreaming of this moment.
Being reconciled with my family, healing the wounds left by our elders.
I felt especially sorry for you, cousin, as I'm sure you know.
Of course I do.
Gonzalo is right. It's time to make way for a new generation.
Do you object to my generosity?
You must admit Father and Diego did the impossible...
to push Alfredo to accept the management the hotel.
And I was glad to accept.
It benefits the hotel to have a marquis as director.
And now I can spend more time with my wife.
Father wanted us all to work together at the hotel. Including me.
And I'm counting on all of you. -Don Carlos was a surprising man.
And my father...
Anyway, it's too bad it ended like that. That we may not repeat their mistakes.
Sir, you have a phone call. -Thank you. Excuse me.
Let's go. I want to know where he's going.
Can't we do so later?
I won't tell you the one about God giving bread to those without teeth...
because their voracity would give a shark a complex.
Are you sure he went this way? -Yes, but I don't know where next.
What if he didn't go anywhere? -Come on.
No, it will be more interesting to wait and see what he's doing or looking for.
Is anything the matter, dear? -Señor Villanueva hasn't come down.
Maybe he's unwell. Let me see if he needs anything.
I can do it. -That's not a job for the director.
Excuse me.
Señor Murquía.
Agent? -Would you have a light?
Of course.
Thank you so much. -Don't mention it.
Follow Gonzalo. I'll relieve you upstairs.
May I ask why you're following don Gonzalo?
Señorita, this is a serious matter. -I'm also a good observer, agent.
And I don't think don Carlos died of natural causes, did he?
Why do you say that?
It's not by chance that two policemen infiltrate a hotel...
precisely on the first anniversary of the owner's death.
Back off or you'll get to know our penitentiary system from the inside.
I understand you're a policeman. -I am indeed.
It may surprise you, but I have the feeling someone's following me.
You don't say. -Could you stay here and keep watch?
Of course. -I'm very grateful.
He got away, Hernando.
I think he got away from you. -Agent, you really don't want help?
I think he went into his room.
Quick, go away.
He didn't have anything with him. -He must have left it inside. Let's go.
You stay here.
I'll do it.
You can be surprisingly helpful at times, Hernando.
Don Diego, do you have a moment? I have a problem with my room.
One second. -I'd like to talk to you.
Jesús, attend to the lady. -I want to tell you how I love your hotel.
And I'd love to hear it, tomorrow. I'm busy now. I hope you understand.
Here it is.
I'm glad you've recovered what's mine.
But you have no business in this room. -I assure you we had every reason.
I don't care for your reasons. Do you have a search warrant?
No.
In that case I feel obliged to ask you to leave the hotel. Tomorrow morning.
Gentlemen.
Where are you going? -Get out.
Get out, I said.
Will you excuse me for a moment? -Do you feel unwell?
I'm a bit tired, Mother. I want to rest. -I'll go with you.
Doña Teresa, I'd like to go over my speech for the service tomorrow.
Of course, Alfredo.
He must be in Javier's room.
The closet is open. Come.
What are you doing here? -They came asking about you.
Go away, I have no business with you. -Be careful or I'll tear your guts out.
Do something. -Not yet. Wait till he talks.
You're going to let him kill him? -Wait.
I'm sure you want to talk to me now. -You bastard.
They came to ask me about the night of that consul's party again.
I paid you for that already. -You paid me to lie once. I want more.
Pay or I'll tell them you left early. -I won't pay you one peseta more.
Julio, look.
Wake up.
Get him out of here. I'll take care of don Javier.
Go, there's no one there. -Now I know why they call him 'Bear'.
Alicia, what are you doing here? -Relax, that man is gone.
But I heard everything.
You lied. You said you were at the tavern when they tried to kill Andrés.
Javier, you have to tell me the truth. -Yes, I left the tavern early that night.
I left the reception and went to Andrés's room.
When I came in, he was knocked out, defenseless.
It was the perfect chance.
I filled the syringe and was ready to do it.
Everyone would think it was a mistake, an accident.
But I didn't have the courage.
Then Julio came in to see how Andrés was doing.
I was terrified. If he saw me, I'd be accused of something I hadn't done.
I had no choice but to hit him and flee.
I hid in a vacant room. The next day, when I heard the police would come...
I left a note for one of the maids to clean the room.
You were about to kill Andrés. -But I didn't. I could never kill anyone.
Why?
Because of that letter, isn't it?
I also know the family secrets, much as you all try to keep me in the dark.
I lost my mind when I realized Andrés would inherit everything instead of me.
That Father loved him more. -He's our brother.
That's why I couldn't do it, Alicia. Because he's our brother.
He didn't touch Andrés that night.
And Javier had nothing to do with the accident.
He was with me the entire wedding. I believe him, Julio.
Now we have a different problem. -I know who can help us with this.
Have you seen the bath? It's enormous. We both fit in.
I hope that's not an invitation. -I'm too tired.
This will be our first and our last night at this hotel.
That's one night more than you ever expected to spend at a place like this.
Tell me, Hernando, do you snore? -No.
At least, not that I know. -So much the better.
I can't stand people who snore.
Good night.
Agent.
Agent, I can't stand people who snore either.
Officers, I need your help.
I'll wait outside.
He was robbing the hotel and attacked my brother.
Must we take him to jail right now?
We can also let him spend the night in our room and take him tomorrow.
Did you find what you were looking for? -No.
Maybe you can help me.
Where does your husband keep documents of value?
In the safe in his office, I believe.
Your husband must have a document there, stored inside a leather cylinder.
I'd like to know what it says.
We can try, but first I want you to be honest with me.
What are you doing at the hotel? Is it related to my father's death?
I hope I can count on your discretion.
Your mother made sure Dr Schneider couldn't examine don Carlos's corpse.
It was reinterred without revealing new facts.
Officially your father died of natural causes.
And unofficially? -I kept one of your father's ribs.
That helped me discover that don Carlos was poisoned with arsenic.
But I can't use that evidence before the law.
So you think my mother... -All I know is she's taking great pains...
to conceal anything having to do with don Carlos's death.
Does the document you're after have something to do with this?
With your cousin, doña Alicia. With don Gonzalo.
What does he have to do with it?
I believe that document will shed light on your father's last days, doña Alicia.
It will help us find out why he was killed and who did it.
Alright, then let's find this document. But first tell me everything you know.
What you're looking for is in a safe place, Gonzalo.
I believed you came with good intentions, but I see you were lying.
I came to look for the truth, and I found it.
No, my dear, the truth is what everyone believes.
Anyone who contests it will seem crazy or desperate.
I saw that document. -But no one else will. There's no proof.
Gonzalo.
Your father and my husband are dead, and their world and conflicts with them.
It's senseless to continue this war.
Of course, Méndez. Are you sure it'll be in time for the next edition?
Excellent. Thank you.
What are you doing here? -I come to propose a deal.
Since I got married I stopped dealing with maids.
And if your wife finds out you had a child with me?
The only child born in this hotel is that of Sofía and Alfredo. Yours died.
Really?
Andrés is with don Javier. There's time. -My patience is running out.
I gave birth to two babies, Diego.
We had twins.
That can't be.
Will they doubt I'm Alejandro's mother if I show them his identical twin?
You can't prove I'm the father. -Maybe not, but it'll be quite a scandal.
And I'm sure doña Teresa will realize who's to blame.
I want 10,000 pesetas. Tomorrow.
If I don't get it, Alicia will hear the truth about you.
I need more time.
You have one day. Now go away.
Did you find out anything about don Javier?
He entered your room and took the morphine.
If it wasn't for you, he'd have killed me. -He wasn't going to hurt you.
Then why was he there? -He only wanted to rob the morphine.
Are you sure? The syringe was full. -He used it to empty the open flasks.
This is all very strange, Julio. -Andrés, think about it.
He had nothing to do with the other attempt. He was in church with Alicia.
So whoever tried to kill me is still out there, and we don't know who it is.
Why hasn't he tried again? It could happen any time.
Julio, tell me if there's anything else. -No. I won't let anything happen to you.
Thank you. You've put me in a lot of trouble, but I'm glad you're here.
I know I can rely on you.
Are you alright? -Yes, I'm just a little tired.
If you want to talk or need company... -Isabel, you're an angel.
I'm sorry.
-No, I'm the one who's sorry.
How silly. I know you don't like me. It's alright.
No, it's not that. I do like you, but... -There's someone else.
Of course there is. Why isn't she with you?
If she loved you, she'd do anything to be on your side.
Julio, what's the sense in being alone?
How long will you wait for something you'll never have?
You deserve to be happy, and I can make you happy. Give me a chance.
Isabel...
Precisely because I do like you, I don't want to hurt you.
Yes, there is another woman, and I know it's impossible...
but I'm sorry, I can't... -You don't have to explain.
You don't belong to me, nor to her. I'm the one who's sorry.
Alicia, my dear. Agatha is going to Paris already.
I hope you've enjoyed your stay. -Very much.
I think she'll be back soon. Agatha is writing a mystery novel.
She has a wild imagination. -I still have a lot of work to do.
What's it about? -'The Mystery of Styles'.
It's about a woman of means who is killed in a big mansion in the country.
The main suspects are her relatives. -Interesting, isn't it?
Since the police can't solve the case, they hire a private detective.
A demoted inspector, petulant and vain, assisted by a less astute aide.
I see you've met Agent Ayala.
There's also a romance between an upper-class lady and a servant.
What a daring fantasy.
I'm glad your stay at the hotel has been an inspiration to you.
Let's go, or you'll miss your train.
Don't suffer for love, señorita Alicia. -What's that you're saying?
I'm an observer, you're an open book. And you're at a crossroads now.
I'm married. -That means nothing to the heart.
Make up your mind. The longer you wait, the more you'll suffer.
I hope you have a good journey.
Diego, do you mind if... I'm sorry, Alfredo.
Diego's in the lounge. I hope you'll get used to the fact that it's my office now.
I wanted to put something in the safe. -The combination is still Diego's.
You can use your own once I've moved the documents to a safety box.
As you'll understand, I also store personal items there.
Do you mind storing my necklace? -And the jewellery box in our room?
The lock is broken. The silversmith is picking it up tomorrow.
It's safer here. It's a present you gave me and I don't want to lose it.
Alright.
Did you see the combination? -Only the first few numbers.
Incomplete it won't be of any use.
'The rose garden.' What's this?
It wasn't hard to figure out. It's where Diego declared his love.
Deep down he's a romantic. -Excellent.
While we're at the memorial service, you can steal the document.
Are they here? -They arrived this morning.
When we return, at my sign distribute them in the lounge.
Alicia, shall we go? -Sure.
The-ro-se-gar-den.
Mother, I'm going to my room.
You have it? -Come.
Is my nephew involved in my father's death?
I don't know.
It's the title deed of the mines your uncle Ricardo used for his swindle.
Why do my mother and Diego have this document?
The mines belong to your family. -Not to my uncle?
Apparently not. They were your father's.
He used your uncle as a frontman, so he'd take the brunt.
No, my father was an honest man.
I'm sorry, but your father committed a swindle and let his brother die in jail.
Gonzalo wanted this to clear his name. He had ample reason to kill your father.
Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to say a few words.
We're here today to remember and honour don Carlos Alarcón...
the founder of the Grand Hotel and its first director.
Now that the directorship of the hotel has fallen onto me...
I accept it as a duty, a sweet duty.
For although his bones may rest beneath a cold mausoleum now...
his soul will always remain alive among us.
A happy soul, the way he would have wanted us to remember him.
I also want to thank doña Teresa for the trust she's invested in me...
in letting me take her late husband's place.
And it speaks for itself that I also want to thank my beloved wife.
'The Marquis de Vergara ruined.'
'Don Alfredo de Vergara sells all his property and evicts his mother.
The Alarcóns make him director of the Grand Hotel out of charity.'
What's the matter?