Isabel, there's someone else.
I know it's impossible, but I'm sorry, I can't.
'I know you're deceiving your husband.'
Garrido, I want you to follow my wife.
Where does your husband keep documents of value?
In the safe in his office, I believe. -It's a title deed.
Your father committed a swindle. Gonzalo wanted it to clear his name.
I have the title deed to the mines. I know you tried to steal it.
That's why you came here, right?
I want 10,000 pesetas. Otherwise Alicia will hear the truth.
Near the village lives a woman who passes foundlings on to other people.
Quiet. -What are you doing?
Give me my child. Give him to me.
Grand Hotel
And now let us pray to the Almighty God.
Thank you, doctor.
This is all we have to give you.
How is he? -In the hands of the Lord.
If only he survives the night.
I've tried everything, but he's still cold. -Poor little fellow.
My little one, show them all how strong you are.
Belén, I can't excuse you any longer. Doña Sofía is back from the baptism.
Leave him with Andrés.
sleep, my child, sleep
sleep, my love
sleep little star of the morning
I know it's something neither of us wants to think about...
but Juan is very ill, and no child can enter heaven without being baptized.
Juan will get better. -God willing.
Still, for the sake of his soul we should baptize him.
The priest is invited to the banquet. -And if he says anything?
He's a man of the cloth. He's bound to silence.
Ángela, I want a word with this maid. -As you wish, señor Murquía.
Where's the baby? If you bring him back here...
Leave me alone and I'll leave you alone. I want nothing else from you.
Why should I trust you? -And I you?
We have no other option, Diego, or we'll end up destroying each other.
I'll be watching you.
We both know it won't end here.
You're crazy. Don Diego is the father. How dare you confront him?
You'll end up ruining us all. -You and your son are part of this.
When Juan recovers, you'll leave the hotel. You can't stay here any longer.
Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to make a toast.
To Alejandro Carlos de Samaniego y Ruíz Alarcón...
the future Marquis de Vergara. -Bravo.
To my grandson. -May God protect him.
Thank you all.
My daughter.
Aren't you content to see the whole family happy for once?
At least your brother had the decency not to join our table.
In name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, amen.
Whatever happens, this child is assured of complete bliss...
at the side of our Lord. -Thank you, Father.
I'm sorry, son, it's late. -I know, I have to go back to work.
I'll stay with Juan.
Lord, I know I don't talk to You much.
But this child shouldn't have to pay for my sins. I beg You.
Bring up the cigars and drinks. And serve the soufflé before it collapses.
Let's go, put some spirit into it. Let's go. Señorita?
Do you know where doña Ángela is? I haven't seen her for a while.
No, sir.
My goodness, don Ernesto, she could be your daughter.
Or your granddaughter. -What are you talking about?
If you like the kind of women who fall for cheap trinkets, it's your business.
But do me a favour and wait till your shift is over.
What are you doing here? -I know where you're going. Don't.
Isabel, please. -Julio, it's dangerous.
Please, I know these things happen, but I don't want to see them.
Back to work. -Right away, don Diego.
What are you doing here?
And by yourself? -Smoking.
It's me.
What do you want? -Can I have a cigarette?
Aren't you too young to smoke?
The women in my family never act their age.
Don't tell your mother.
Don't worry. Nothing we do will reach her ears.
I don't like to keep secrets.
I don't like to tell the truth if all it does is cause harm.
And it only concerns covering up a minor and innocent pleasure.
That's true. -Life is too short to deny our desires.
Look at my mother. How old was she when she discovered true love?
Now she has little time left to enjoy it. I don't want my life to be like that.
Elena. -The cigarette has made me dizzy.
Elena, no, I'm sorry. -I know you desire me, Javier.
You're lovely, and if I hadn't met your mother...
I'd have taken you to my room, but I love her.
I thought we were more alike.
Too bad.
Did you see anything? I didn't...
Sir, the hotel's staff only sees and hears what it ought to see and hear.
So you saw that nothing happened. -Absolutely. But good luck.
Some have so much, and others so little.
But she'll find out.
Javier, have you seen my daughter?
I saw her in the lounge. -Are you alright?
Yes. Well, no.
Adriana, I'm not alright. Something happened.
I was looking for you. -I went out for a walk, by myself.
What did you want to tell me? -That I feel unwell. I have a headache.
How come? I'll have a maid bring you some tea with lemon.
Sweetheart, can you go with him? Doña Enriqueta wants to talk to me.
I'm sure she wants to gossip. -Then I'm afraid I'll disappoint her.
She doesn't have to come with me. -She'll look after you.
My mother will stay away for a while.
I don't know what you imagine, but go on and I'll tell your mother.
You'll be the worse for it.
My mother knows your reputation and she trusts me. She'll never believe you.
Come in.
You won't regret it.
Javier, open up.
Doña Ángela, finally my desire... -Lucky you, I have no desire left.
With all respect, will you listen to me? -With all respect, don Ernesto, no.
This time you will listen to me. -Please, don Ernesto.
There it is. I hope you like it. -What is it?
A present. -For me?
Yes, in honour of your name day. -My name day?
Yes, Saint Ángela de Mérici. Only recently.
You don't know when your name day is?
Of course I do. -I was in Cantaloa and saw it...
and thought of you. -Who gave you permission to do so?
What a nerve! I can think of anything I like. There you go. I hope you like it.
Thank you very much. -You're very welcome.
Don Javier, there you are. For you. -Thank you.
'Where are you, Javier? I'm in your room, alone, waiting for you. Adriana.'
Darling.
Where's your mother? -She won't be long.
Stop it, Javier. What are you doing? -What are 'you' doing?
I'm resisting. Please, stop. My mother will be here soon.
You're crazy. -I know you want me, but it can't be.
Elena, please stop it. -Stop, Javier. Don't go any further.
Javier, what is this? -Adriana, it was her.
Mother, get him away from me. Look what he did.
Adriana, please listen.
How could you, with my daughter? -Don't believe her. It was her doing.
Did she tear off her own clothes?
Javier, stop lying. I heard her resist before I came in.
Leave this room right now.
But it's my room.
I never want to see you again. Get out.
Cover yourself, dear. We'll leave this hotel right away.
It's done, Father. Everything went according to plan.
But you were wrong about don Javier. He resisted me quite a bit.
Mother and I will be home soon.
Madam. -I'm sorry, Isabel, I need your help.
What happened? -I need clothes to go to the village.
Did anything happen? Are you in danger?
No, it has to do with my cousin. -Your cousin?
Don't tell my husband, alright?
Don't worry.
But be careful, madam.
Scream and you die. -What are you doing here?
Looking for doña Alicia and her goon. Where are they?
I don't know, and roaming the hotel searching for them isn't a good idea.
Who talked about searching? You'll bring me to them.
Andrés. -Isabel, what are you doing here?
You should be sleeping. -I know, but I have to talk to you.
I'm very busy. Can't you tell me later? -I'm sorry, there's no time.
I gave doña Alicia some clothes to go to the village, all by herself.
I'm afraid something will happen to her. Please tell Julio.
I'll tell him right away. -Please, don't tell anyone else.
Isabel, go back to your room. I'll take care of it.
I'm sure she went to the pension. -I would have come...
No, call and inform agent Ayala.
Here.
There you are, little bird.
Alicia, are you alright? -Yes.
Good night.
Juanito, come here, sweetheart.
Daddy will come later. He's working.
We'll take good care of you. You'll be better soon.
I won't let anything happen to you.
Let me tuck you in.
Nice and warm.
Juanito.
Juanito?
Juanito, wake up. Juanito.
No, please no. No, Juanito.
Juanito, open your eyes.
Why?
Why, God?
Julio, I'm going in by myself.
Let me go with you. You don't have to confront him alone.
No, I have to do this.
I'll be here.
Belén, why are you still up?
Belén, what's the matter?
What's the matter?
He has recovered, Andrés. Juanito has recovered.
He has recovered.
Hello, little one. Hello there.
Alejandro?
Alfredo. Alejandro.
Alfredo, something's wrong with the baby.
Alejandro. Help me, Alfredo. Alejandro. Wake him up.
Alejandro. -Wake him up.
No.
My son, my son. -Please, wake him up.
I expect an explanation, Alicia.
An explanation? -Garrido told me everything.
Why did you go to that pension?
I wanted to prove Gonzalo's innocence.
Your cousin may have his virtues, but innocence isn't one of them.
He didn't kill my father, so he's innocent in that regard.
And did you achieve your objective? -I don't know.
It's in the hands of the inspector and the judge now. Anything else?
Garrido will stand trial for the death of that thug, Bear.
How could you be so imprudent? He could have killed you.
Alicia, do you have anything else to tell me?
Alicia, my baby. I don't know what's wrong with him, but he's not moving.
I don't know what to do. -Come.
It just happened. No one knows yet. My mother wants complete discretion.
But since you were his wet nurse, she wanted you to know.
Ángela, my mother wants you to arrange everything.
I'm terribly sorry. Whoever its mother may be, a baby's death is always sad.
It must be terrible to lose a baby. I'm glad we still have ours.
Shut up. -What's the matter?
I nursed him and spent more time with him than his so-called parents.
I'm sorry, but consider our luck. Such things make one realize it.
What does he have in his face? -It's nothing.
No, I guess not.
Does Diego know?
Didn't Garrido tell him?
I don't know.
Alicia, what's the matter?
Sofía's baby, my nephew... He's dead, Julio.
I'm sorry, Alicia.
It's so unjust. He was still so little.
I'm sorry.
Does this have your approval?
If you prefer, I can take the little one away.
No, wait. I want to take one last look at him.
Alfredo, no. -That will only make it worse.
What's the matter? -The scratch.
He doesn't have it anymore. -What scratch?
Yesterday he scratched his face. It was a big scratch. And look, not a trace of it.
He's too pale to see, Alfredo. -My God.
You saw it as well, didn't you? This isn't my son.
We all wish you were right, but it is.
Darling, calm down. The pain makes you delirious.
I'm fine, I don't want to calm down. This isn't my son, you hear?
I also wish our son were still alive, I'd give my life for it. But look, it's him.
Alfredo, please. -Leave him, he needs to vent off a bit.
I'm very sorry about everything, sir.
Ángela.
What have you done? -What's the matter?
The scratch. You're out of your mind, Belén.
Don't say anything, please. What could I have done?
If they find out, you're finished. -Don't tell them, doña Ángela.
I can't lose both of them. -What are you talking about?
Ángela, give me that baby. -No.
Do as the master tells you. -Sir, this is our son, Juanito.
We kept him hidden because of the rules of the hotel.
But don't worry, we'll take him away. -Son, please shut up.
Come with me. -No.
Where are you taking him? You can't take our child because yours is dead.
It's your child that's dead.
What is he saying? -Andrés, talk to your wife.
He's taking him away. Do something. -It isn't that simple.
Belén. -Let go of me.
I wasn't crazy. Here's our child.
Get rid of that one.
Please, hurry up.
Alfredo, what have you done? Where did you get that baby?
Look, he has the wound. You see?
But Mother...
That means...
there were two. -Yes, there were two.
They're identical and must be from the same mother, and it wasn't you.
And you were behind all this. You've both deceived me.
No.
Alfredo, calm down. Our child is here again, alive, with us.
That's all that matters. -No.
My mother tried to tell me that it was a sham. I didn't believe her. I trusted you.
And you treated me like an imbecile. -That's not true.
The pregnancy, the delivery, it was all a lie.
I lost my baby when I fell down the stairs.
And the doctor told me I couldn't have children anymore.
It was to the benefit of us all. -Madam, do me a favour and get out.
Alfredo, I'm really sorry. -Why didn't you tell me?
Why did you do this? -What can I say for you to forgive me?
You haven't answered me. Why?
If you don't have the courage to tell me...
the truth must be terrible.
How could you? Our son. -It wasn't your son, Andrés, only mine.
I gave birth to them, I nursed them. So don't compare your grief with mine.
I loved that baby as if it were mine. I considered it mine.
I'd have considered both mine if you'd told me the truth.
I'd have stayed with you no matter what.
Why do you treat me like this?
My mother was right about everything.
I'm an idiot, right? That's how you think of me. You and everyone else.
Only we and a few staff members know what happened with the babies.
Not a word will leave this hotel. Our good name won't be tarnished.
We've all been victim of a cruel swindle.
I assure you the culprit will pay for it. -I won't say a word.
But it's obvious that the real culprits behind this disgrace won't pay for it.
Yet again.
Sofía, I'm very sorry.
What that maid did to you is unjust. -That maid has nothing to do with it.
I lied.
To my husband...
to all of you, to myself.
And now I'm paying for my sins.
You were right, Mother. About everything.
How do you think I feel?
No, I won't do that. Mother, please respect my decision.
I have very good reasons for it. Please, don't insist.
I can't talk anymore right now. I'll call you later.
I see they're packing your luggage.
I wanted to tell you that you're free to stay at the hotel as long as you need.
I'm sorry it had to end like this. -This has by no means ended, madam.
I packed my suitcases because I'm leaving my room.
I don't understand, my dear. -Please don't call me 'my dear'.
I thought a marquis abstained from rudeness.
I won't leave my son, nor renounce the directorship.
You're in no condition to direct anything right now.
Who are you to tell me whether or not I am?
The owner of this hotel. -Excuse me? The co-owner.
The hotel is mine as well. And I'm the director. I'm not leaving.
And now that I know what you and your family are like...
I won't make things easy for you. Goodbye.
Have you missed me?
I've missed you a lot. But don't worry.
You love him, don't you?
Even if he's not your blood.
Nor yours, but you knew so all along.
I loved him from the start, because he united me to you.
That's the problem. I've always loved this baby as if it were my own...
and I intend to keep doing so.
Leave us alone. -No.
I didn't come to make peace with you. I came to get my son.
Get out.
Alfredo, I didn't want this. I was happy, married to a man I loved...
expecting a baby, until you pushed me from the stairs.
Or don't you remember? -It was an accident.
An accident that killed my baby and sterilized me. I was about to lose all.
What should I have done? -Tell me the truth.
The truth? How could I know you'd be able to handle it and not abandon me?
All that kept you here was the baby. -Did you want me or my title?
Answer me.
The Marquise de Vergara. That was it, wasn't it?
When you were ruined and wanted to kill yourself...
I kept you from it, stayed by your side and helped you attain all you have now.
You're not the only one who made sacrifices, Sofía.
I went to prison for you, for 4 months. All that time you didn't tell me the truth.
I can't stay with a woman who doesn't confide in me.
Alfredo, please.
We've hurt each other a lot, but it's time to forget and start over.
If not for me, please do it for the child.
The best I can do for him is separate him from you.