Imagine, a payment made shortly before my father's death. Arsenic.
Yanes's house used to belong to your father, don Carlos Alarcón.
Why did he give it to him? -Why don't you ask your mother?
Maybe she doesn't know, but there's one person who does: Fernando Yanes.
Please, help.
If Alfredo gets an annulment, he'll marry me.
They want me to join the Protocol Office...
and assist with the preparations of His Majesty's wedding.
You'll do a terrific job. -I have to think about it.
You deceived me, Mother. You're going to testify against me.
You tried and failed to restrain Alfredo.
Letting Beatriz take him away is the only way to get the hotel back.
I won't renounce Alfredo.
We have reason to believe Javier has been kidnapped.
So you're the kidnapper as well as the kidnapped?
I'll have to adapt my plan a little.
Grand Hotel
Is that for Diego? -Yes, he's recovered.
Relax, it's me. -Don't do that ever again, Camila.
Sorry, but what happened to don Diego has made me very sensitive.
But they didn't do anything to you. -What do you want, Camila?
Nothing. I know what it is. -You gave me a fright, that's all.
No, silly, I was referring to the fair.
What about it? -He can't dance. That's why he refuses.
I can dance, I just don't feel like it.
You don't have to do everything well. But if you like, come and I'll teach you.
I'm a very good dancer. -Then show her.
Yes, tomorrow at the fair. -You two are trying to set me up.
It's just a dance, I'm not going to eat you.
Camila, did you air the sheets? -The sheets. Yes, right away, madam.
That girl's a disaster.
What can we do for you, madam? -My husband is much better.
Bring up something for him to eat. -I'm very happy to hear it, madam.
Julio, I need you to help me. Come with me.
We have to hurry. I must go back to Diego.
What are you doing? -I'm glad Diego is fine.
You're glad? I thought you didn't like him.
I don't, and I'd like him to vanish from our lives, but not like this.
I wanted him to get better more than anyone.
You? -Yes, me.
First of all, for your sake, because you'd have felt guilty.
If he hadn't been suspicious, he wouldn't have followed me.
That's the other reason.
His death would have stained what we have, irremediably.
Julio, you act as if you didn't listen to a word I said last night.
I'm a bit hard of hearing.
There's nothing between us. Not anymore.
If I learned anything at this hotel, it's that the future is unpredictable.
So let's not talk about it.
I think this is what we're looking for. The arsenic Diego ordered.
Here's the date of purchase. January 1905.
These three are still closed. Diego ordered but didn't use them.
This one is open.
It's a different date, from a previous order. Mateo said it gets used a lot.
Anyone could have taken it, just like you did now.
But only Diego had that delirium. -And if that's all it was, a delirium?
Do you want me to agree with you or help you discover the truth?
You already know.
Anyone could have taken the poison, but not make your father drink it.
We have to know what he did the morning he died.
My father was a creature of habit.
Your father was very meticulous, madam.
Every morning we made coffee in the same pot.
The same brand of coffee, exclusively for don Carlos, always in the same cup.
And at seven sharp he would drink it, while he smoked and read the papers.
Also on the day he died? -Yes, madam.
Although, as your father was the soul of this place...
that day the hotel itself tried to tell us don Carlos wouldn't be needing coffee.
What do you mean? -That morning nothing went right.
When doña Ángela wanted to make the coffee, the pot was broken.
When she found another one, the tin was empty and the sugar had run out.
When she found a new tin and sugar and was able to make the coffee...
the waiters found don Carlos dead.
As you see, it was as if the hotel didn't want that coffee to be made.
And who was the waiter? -Antonio.
No, wait, during his last days it was someone else. Andrés.
Andrés, we have something important to ask you.
Of course, go ahead.
You served my father coffee each day. -Yes, don Carlos was very kind to me.
Did you also do so on the day he died?
Did you? -Yes, I brought him his coffee.
But he'd already died. He had an attack overnight.
Alicia wasn't here that day and thinks some facts have been concealed.
Does this have to do with the exhumation?
Yes, my father was poisoned, with arsenic.
On the morning of the 10th, not the night before.
Poisoned? It wasn't an attack?
Ayala doesn't want to make it public at this point, but indeed, he was killed.
My God. -Did you see my father's body?
Did you enter the room? -Did you enter the room, Andrés?
No, they told me just as I was about to go in.
I'm sorry, but I have to go back to the restaurant.
I'm sorry, maybe I treated him too roughly.
It concerns your father's death. -And his. Andrés is my half-brother.
We're using him to find the truth and we conceal it from him.
That's not right, Julio. It really isn't.
Sofía. -We have to talk.
You already know? -What?
I've been offered a job at the royal court.
You didn't know? -No. What do you intend to do?
When you had nothing left, I arranged for you to become director.
Or don't you remember? -I do.
Maybe going to the palace is the best way to break with the past.
Is taking away my son a good way to break with the past?
No, but it's a good way to start a new life.
Even if it means ruining other lives.
You tear me away from my son, you put my brother's life in peril.
I'd never cause Javier harm. -He disappeared assisting you.
And you kept his kidnapping secret. -To spare you.
I know you have nothing to do with this, but Castera, your mother's lawyer, has.
I'll do all I can to get your brother to come back safe and sound. I swear.
Sir? -What is it?
Something arrived for you and doña Teresa. It's urgent.
If you'll excuse me.
Doña Teresa.
Diego, how are you?
I feel good enough and want to help where I can.
What is it that arrived?
It has your name on it, and it certainly smells.
What horror. Take it out of my sight.
There's also a note. -Don't give it to me, read it.
The finger is Javier's.
We have to deposit the money at dawn, at the end of the forest path.
If we don't or call the police, your son...
your son will die.
That scum.
I'll prepare the money. -Alright.
Should we inform agent Ayala this time, madam?
First we'll get Javier back, then we'll see to those criminals and the money.
I'll help you with that. Doña Teresa, if you'll excuse me.
I know it's not a good time, but I have something to tell you.
Whatever it is, tell me.
I've been offered a job at the court. They expect a prompt answer.
But...
But that job isn't compatible with your duties as director.
No, but it's a great opportunity for me, and for the entire Vergara family.
We can do without you, although...
you'll have to renounce your share of the property and the directorship.
I know. I'll have the documents ready tomorrow.
Because of the ransom, I can't pay a high price.
You don't have to. I accept part of the blame for what happened to Javier.
Thank you, Alfredo. That's a very generous gesture.
Sofía, what are you doing? -I saw you go out.
I felt like going for a walk. The gardens are beautiful.
But don't worry, I won't miss them.
I want you to leave the hotel first thing tomorrow.
I'll be happy to, if Alfredo and the child are ready.
You'll go by yourself. -No.
Some time ago...
there was another woman...
who tried to ruin this family and this hotel, just like you.
But she failed, and as you see, I'm still here.
Sofía, you won't scare me with your dramatic stories.
You lost. I've taken everything from you and there's nothing you can do.
Tomorrow...
Mother... -If it's about Camila, yes.
You can go to the dance with her. -I thought you didn't like Camila.
I don't. She's a disaster at work and she's vulgar.
I don't even feel like reproaching her, because her apologies take too long.
But she makes you smile, which hasn't happened since Belén left.
Thank you, Mother. But I didn't come to talk about Camila.
What did you want to talk about?
About the day don Carlos died. Calm down, there's no one here.
Why can't we talk about it? -We promised doña Teresa not to.
But it's a lie. -That's none of our business.
We obey without asking. What's good for the hotel is also good for us.
I know, Mother, but... -Doña Teresa was very clear.
For your sake and mine, forget about that day.
What's wrong?
I know you're not looking at me because you like watching me undress.
I'm sorry.
You helped me look for my sister. I won't abandon you. You're my friend.
Julio, shut up. -What is it?
Please, shut up.
I lied about don Carlos's death.
You should walk around less and rest. -The doctor told me walking was good.
But I'm delighted that you worry about me.
It's a beautiful evening. Let's go out to the gardens.
It's late. Besides, you might catch a cold.
I don't mind you treating me like a child, but only until I've recovered.
Help me.
Andrés, aren't we going to the fair? -I'm sorry, but something's come up.
Why don't you go? If I can, I'll join you later.
What? -I'm sorry, but I can't go now.
Of course, I understand.
Are you ready?
Is this really necessary? -Alicia will appreciate you telling her.
I'm sorry I wasn't honest, doña Alicia. But I had reasons not to talk.
Why did you decide to talk now?
Because I'm no longer the same. I can't keep quiet anymore.
You're the lady, but you're also my friend, and that changes everything.
Alicia will understand, just like me.
It's about your father.
I brought him coffee that morning. He was still alive.
Of course he was.
I'm sorry, Andrés, go on. -He didn't drink it like he always did.
He called for don Diego.
Why did he do so? -He wanted to talk to him.
He invited him to drink his coffee.
Do you need anything, don Carlos? -Have some.
Thank you, but I don't feel like it right now.
It's my private brand. The best coffee in all of Spain.
I suppose I can't refuse an offer like that.
How about your business in Santander?
It's all fine.
But I've just come back and still have to organize everything.
I'll tell you this afternoon, if you wish.
The coffee is delicious, don Carlos. -I'm glad you like it.
Why did he want Diego to drink it? -I don't know.
Sure they drank the same coffee? -I poured the cups myself.
The coffee can't have been poisoned. Did don Carlos drink anything else?
No.
Or yes.
Is anything wrong, don Carlos?
I had an argument with my son yesterday, which made me unwell.
Maybe that's why the coffee didn't agree with me.
It seems today I need something stronger than coffee.
Shortly after they told me he'd started feeling worse and worse and had died.
What did that hip flask look like? -I hardly remember.
It was old, and covered with leather. -Black leather?
Yes, black leather.
Do you know it? -Of course. My father always used it.
He had more elegant ones, but he liked to carry this old one.
I know where that hip flask is.
Where? -Alicia, come with me.
Ángela must have brought it up here after your father died.
Are you sure? -I saw it only recently.
It may not be the only peculiar object you'll find inside.
What is it? What are you looking at? -Nothing.
Is it there?
No, and don't get angry when I tell you, but I think I know who has the hip flask.
Javier was at the hotel all along and you didn't tell me.
I had no choice. He wasn't in danger, but you were.
Besides, he's unpredictable. He might do anything.
So you left him locked in a room with a poisoned hip flask.
My brother, who drinks. -I didn't know.
Are you sure he's here?
At the end of the forest path, to retrieve the money.
That way? -Yes, let's go.
Javier, don't drink it.
What are you doing here?
Did you drink it all? -I've been at it all day.
Nothing happened? -Well, nothing... I was kidnapped.
Don't give me your stories.
I warned you. -Don't you dare tell anyone.
Understood? Julio and I are history. You'll only be causing me harm.
In exchange I'll get you out of this. But you'll return the money. Let's go.
That money isn't going anywhere.
Take the bag. -Javier, who are these people?
How did they know you'd be here? -We'd agreed to a quarter.
That only covers your debts, not the hassle, nor the idea.
Did they put you up to this? -It was kidnap myself or be kidnapped.
You're crazy. -Grab the money, all of it.
If anyone wants the girl, take her. -The girl is staying.
Hey, you.
Watch out.
It sure doesn't look like it's over.
Don't worry, I won't say a word.
You're not missing any finger. Where did you get it?
I sneaked out to the cemetery. Garrido won't need it anymore.
Let's go back to the hotel.
Don Javier. -Store it.
I escaped and recovered the money. -Yes, sir.
Son. -Mother.
Mother, no...
Thanks for everything.
Alicia, wait.
Here, why don't you keep it?
Not in here, nor in the coffee.
Where could the poison have been? -I don't know. We're back at the start.
It can't have been Diego. He drank the same coffee as my father.
They did it another way, but it could have been anyone, including Diego.
I have to go. Diego must be waiting for me.
I'm sorry, I couldn't come. -It doesn't matter, I didn't go.
But we don't have to go out again. I don't mean again, I mean go out.
I won't ask you anymore. Besides, I know your mother doesn't like me.
And that with your wife is very recent. And I must seem like a bore...
Now this has been settled, I believe we have another issue.
I'm a man of my word.
Will you excuse us, Diego? -Of course.
Nothing keeps you here any longer. Isn't that what we all wanted?
Doña Beatriz was found in the garden. -What do you mean, 'found'?
She's dead, Alfredo. Stabbed with a knife.
Don Alfredo, don't touch anything.
Doña Teresa, I hope my promptness is no problem this time. I came at once.
It looks like a clean cut. -Find out who did this.
And make them pay for it.
If I was in charge, I'd immediately look for the murder weapon...
while my subordinate questioned the staff and the guests.
Interrogate, while I look for the weapon.
Come with me, please.
A good thing I couldn't sleep and went for a walk.
I found it before Ayala could and fobbed him off with a gold knife.
Look.
Your fingerprints are still on it.
And blood from Beatriz.
What do you want?
Money?
I want something much harder to get these days.
Someone who is faithful to me.
the gold-knife killer of Cantaloa strikes again
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: The Great Houdini.
Who gave you permission to be here? -Look.
Mr Houdini will now be handcuffed.
To avoid suspicion and at your request, a member of the police force will do so.
Agents Hernando and Ayala are here for the occasion. An applause, please.
Don Benjamín. -Doña Ángela, how good to see you.
I'll also need the assistance of several audience members.
Let's see. You, you...
and you. If you'll be so kind, please stand up.
All I ask you to do is, when Mr Houdini gets into this tank of water...
to hold your breath as long as you can, just as he will have to.
Please, hold your breath now.
Look, one has drowned already.
One minute and 20 seconds.
Two minutes.
Two and a half minutes. It seems all these three men would have drowned.
The clock tells us Houdini has been in the water for three and a half minutes.
Do you really believe he hasn't died yet?
Maybe we should pull the great magician out of the water.
But one moment.
Ladies and gentlemen...
Welcome back in our midst...
the amazing and incredible Harry Houdini.
I'm glad you're enjoying yourselves.
Señora Murquía, you're needed in the wedding suite.
Thank you. If you'll excuse me.
We don't have a wedding suite. -What else could I say?
And to me it feels like one.
You mean the secret room? Why do you want to go there?
As you wish, madam. Colonel. Madam.
Even the waiters act like gentlemen here. Yet they don't forget their place.
Thank you, Colonel.
Nothing worse than class intermingling. -You're so right.
Doña Teresa, just as pretty as when you shunned me at the Academy Ball.
Erring is human. How's life, Colonel? -I'm bored, supremely bored, my dear.
I teach ballistics and weaponry to a battalion of weaklings.
You mean young men.
I mean that there's no weapon that will make a coward brave.
In my youth I often found myself advancing unarmed.
I knew bayonets awaited me, but that never made me withdraw.
I'm sure you also had cowards then. -Yes, but now there's an abundance.
The soldiers we sent to Africa place their lives before honour.
That's why these wars last so long.
We can't have an army of old farts, of course, but we'd end up winning.
Absolutely. What about your son Javier?
Javier? -Wasn't your son's name Javier?
Yes, I'm sorry, I have a lot on my mind. He went abroad.
Where did he go? -To New York.
Yes. If you'll excuse me, I have to attend to the guests.
Yes, of course.
To stay up to date, we have to know how the other grand hotels are doing.
Of course. What better way to prepare a young man...
to one day take charge of the destiny of this...of this...
This one.
Please, tell the chef they're inedible. -I'll take them back, sir.
Antonio, don't serve the liqueurs yet. For now champagne will do.
Camila, bring in clean napkins. -Right away, madam.
May I ask a question? -If it's short.
Who is that man you said hello to? -Don Benjamín, the old maître.
Mother, something's wrong with the pies.
They aren't cooked. Take them back. Who's responsible for this?
You can imagine, Mother.
Don Javier? Excuse me.
You didn't cook the pies. -I was busy.
Don't worry, Ángela. People come to a cocktail party for drinks, not for food.
In that case, could you help us with the cocktails? We have our hands full.
I know how to drink, not make them. -What's going on, Ángela?
I'm sorry, madam, I've already had them withdrawn.
I don't care about the pies.
I sent my son here to learn a lesson, not to provide him with a new hangout.
You can't blame them, Mother. They're not used to giving orders to an Alarcón.