If Alfredo gets an annulment, he'll marry me.
You'll have to renounce your share of the property and the directorship.
You failed to restrain Alfredo.
Letting Beatriz take him away is the only way to get the hotel back.
I won't renounce Alfredo. I'll do whatever it takes to win him back.
Doña Beatriz was found in the garden. She's dead, Alfredo.
Find out who did this and make them pay for it.
He's back.
I found it before Ayala could and fobbed him off with a gold knife.
Your fingerprints are still on it. And blood from Beatriz.
What do you want? -Someone who is faithful to me.
I'm happy to see you again. -Thank you. Likewise.
Don Benjamín, we've missed you.
There's nothing I can do.
You can push Alfredo to accept the job offered him by Beatriz's family.
Or just take the signed document and bring it to me.
Beatriz and my mother manipulated you to sign it.
You've often sacrificed yourself for me.
I won't let them steal the hotel from you. This is your rightful place.
There's nothing to discover. -You obviously don't want me to.
Mother, I only want to find the truth. -You won't be able to bear it.
I know Father was poisoned. And that he died on the 10th and not on the 9th.
I know that he left a letter in which he recognized Andrés as his son and heir.
Is Ángela in any of the photos? -Pegnant.
That means Ángela had another child.
I propose a little challenge.
If by the end of this afternoon my bracelet is still in the box, you win.
In the opposite case, I win.
My son has to comply with the duties of a new servant, so treat him as one.
Grand Hotel
Here you go.
Help me, please.
Your mother was very clear: no special treatment.
I don't ask for anything special.
But since I've kept quiet about you and my sister, you ought to help me.
I'll bring these up while you finish. -Oh no.
Why not? -You can't go near the guests.
Why?
Julio, why? -Your mother told us not to tell you.
And you're afraid she'll find out I know.
She told everyone you're in New York.
I see. She wanted to punish me, but without it blemishing the family name.
I'm sorry.
I'll bring them up. Don't worry about these, I'll fold them later.
Javier? Is that you?
You're Javier Alarcón. -I am, Colonel.
Your mother told me you were in New York.
I went to La Coruña once. That's the closest I've ever been to New York.
And this? -My mother decided to punish me.
What you did must have been terrible. -Not as far as I can tell.
Javier? -Mother?
Teresa, dear, we were wondering what he did to earn this severe punishment.
Did you ask the culprit himself? -Whatever it may be, isn't it too much?
Not yet.
I was there in Melilla, with General Margallo. And it cost us many lives.
But we made it clear our troops are not to be messed with.
My friend doña Inés lost two sons in this war.
I wonder if a piece of desert is worth all those lives.
Since this desert, as you call it, was stained with our men's blood...
defending it is a question of honour.
Honour is no consolation for a mother or widow.
But for a soldier it's everything. I don't expect you to understand...
but in the army there are no mothers and fathers, only brothers.
Let me tell you, madam, last Christmas we were stationed...
'With Javier, 1883.'
'With Alicia. She was crying, as she had started teething.'
'For Ángela.'
'I'm sure you'll be able to understand.
I'm marrying doña Teresa Aldecoa because of my family.
But it's you I really love.
I'm sorry you have to endure this so shortly before the birth of our child.
However, you'll have to accept that for now we avoid seeing each other.
I don't want rumours to damage the interests of the Alarcóns.
Forever yours, Carlos.'
It wasn't a music box. It was a family album.
What was in it?
These photos were in the top part.
It's us three, the legitimate children, Sofía, Javier and me.
But in the secret compartment was this one.
'With Andrés, 1881.'
'With Ángel, at San Bernabé, 1875. He can already write his name.'
The real Alarcón family.
My father deceived Ángela. The child didn't die.
And if Ángela lied to you? Maybe she knew it hadn't died.
Or she found out later, and argued with your father...
for keeping her son hidden from her for over 30 years.
Mr Cernuda, do you recall what you did the night doña Beatriz was killed?
I didn't kill anyone, if that's why you ask.
Don't worry, I'm just trying to find out what happened in each area.
What are you doing, agent? -My job.
Your job is either to relieve me or to follow Houdini.
Hernando, I won't let the killer stay at liberty because of your nonsense.
I'm your superior and you have to obey me.
Put an end to this silliness. -Where are you going?
What are you doing? Houdini has to steal the bracelet, not us.
I will return it to Mr Houdini.
What's the matter?
Nothing. Come to think of it, let's continue with this bet.
Why this sudden turnabout? -You know I'm a man of character.
Unfortunately, I do.
But it's your turn.
Did you get the document? -Not yet.
What are you waiting for? Get your husband to stick to the agreement.
I've tried, but it's not so easy.
Madam, someone left a note for you.
'Do you really want to be the gold-knife killer?'
Doña Sofía, is anything wrong? -No.
I hope it's not my presence that's making you nervous.
As long as you don't find this killer, we're all nervous.
Mateo, who left this note? -I don't know. I found it here.
You didn't see anyone? -No.
We do it for your enjoyment, as you well know.
Can we talk? -If you'll excuse me.
What's this supposed to mean? I said I'd try. You gave me no time.
What are you talking about? -The note.
What note, Sofía?
It wasn't you?
Someone sent you a note?
That shows you should take me more seriously.
I'm your only alibi, and I have the murder weapon.
And you're starting to get on my nerves.
So do what you have to. It all depends on you.
I need flowers in doña Sofía's suite. -Right away.
Tell her her husband will be waiting for her in her room in half an hour.
Don Alfredo? They've made up again?
Do I look as if I'm fond of gossip? -No, sir, forgive me.
Madam, don Alfredo will be waiting for you in your room in half an hour.
In my room? -Yes, madam.
Don Benjamín, I did as you told me. -Leave the flowers there.
I still have time to arrange them a little. -Much less than you think.
I know I've let you wait long enough for my decision.
You took one already.
Though I understand you needed time to recover from Beatriz's death.
Yes, and that time has helped me to reflect and think things over.
I know you're waiting for this. -A document you signed, Alfredo.
A document that should never have existed.
My place is here. I will remain at the head of the Grand Hotel.
I gave you a chance and you failed. -Give me some more time to try again.
I'm not like your husband. I don't take your lies and I do carry out my threats.
Please.
Madam?
I did it. I tore up the document.
And judging by their reaction, I did the right thing.
Thank you for helping me make this decision.
Don Alfredo, you have a call.
If you'll excuse me.
I'll wait for you.
In our room.
May I come in? -Of course, madam.
Please, sit down.
Are you going to ask me again about things I don't want to talk about?
No, this time it's me who has something to tell you.
Your child didn't die.
Did you know that?
'With Ángel, at San Bernabé, 1875. He can already write his name.'
Look at this.
He'd named him 'Ángel'. -After you.
How could he, after having taking him away from me? Why did he lie to me?
I don't know.
During the pregnancy he tried to persuade me to give it away...
but I refused. Nevertheless, when he came to tell me...
when he came to tell me my little boy hadn't survived, I believed him.
You know why? I couldn't believe he'd do such a thing, but he did.
Can I keep the photo, madam? -Of course.
Ángela, you never suspected that the child might still be alive?
Never.
Why did you argue with my father the night before he died?
You haven't told me yet.
If you'd found out, it would explain everything.
You'd have had every right to be furious at my father, to hate him.
Because of Andrés, the only child I believed I had at that moment.
Does that also explain everything, madam?
Yes, I suppose so.
After you've digested this, please come and see me.
I promise you I'll do all I can to find your son.
Those nuns should know more.
Maybe it's better to leave things as they are. Don't you agree, madam?
As you wish.
Think it over.
The front has to be done first. -Are you sure? I think the back.
Doña Ángela, is it... -I have to go out.
It's the first time I've ever seen my mother leave work like that.
I'm going to talk to Alicia. -Who will take care of all this?
Of course, I will.
Señora Murquía?
What are you doing there?
Ángela has suddenly taken off. It may not be important, but...
Hand me the nightgown that's on the bed.
And don't look.
What's the matter?
We have to stop Ángela.
Why?
Ángela said she wasn't going to do anything, but left as soon as she could.
She's lying, and I'm sure it has to do with her first child.
The one your father told her had died?
If she found out, she had ample reason to go to my father...
And to kill him.
Sorry, where was that train going? -To Las Lindes, Carúa, Sacedilla...
and San Bernabé. -Thank you.
She's going to the convent. We must beat her there.
She's capable of committing a folly. -Ángela?
She just found out those nuns helped deceive her about her son.
Maybe she wants to ask where he is. -No, I offered to do so and she refused.
So let's go to the convent. Those nuns may know a lot more about your father.
It's an enclosed order. They won't talk to us nor let us in.
We'll find a way. Come.
Mother, can I talk to you?
This time you can. I know you've finally taken your duties seriously.
I'm proud of you. -Thank you, Mother.
But it's not over yet. You have to learn.
Don't worry, I've learned my lesson.
I don't want to make my life easier, but more honourable.
I'm glad to hear you say that. -I've decided to join the army.
Gentlemen, the time is up. My eyes have been fixed on the box...
and we had the keys. You can't have taken the bracelet from the box.
If it ever was in the box.
Open the box.
Maybe you should have guarded the bracelet as vigilantly as Hernando did.
I've heard he has an act where he's put in a strait-jacket...
and lifted up with a crane, and then he takes it off.
Really?
Room 40, that's for me.
Room service.
What do you need?
Champagne and oysters.
I've always wanted to try.
Belén.
Any problem, darling? -None whatsoever.
Wait.
Ángela.
Is this an enclosed order? -Yes.
If Ángela can go in, so can we. -Julio, no.
What? -They'll throw us out.
Second mystery, the prayer in the garden. Dear Father...
What are they doing? -Praying the rosary.
How long does that take? -Long.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us and for all sinners...
Help me take this off. -This is not the best time.
Don't be mistrustful, please. -It's her.
Listen to me, son. I'm your mother.
Ángel, my son, please listen. They've just discovered the truth.
This place is no longer safe, my son. You have to go somewhere else.
Ángel, my son.
So now, 'The Great Hernando'.
In fairness, it should be 'The Great Ayala'.
No, I like 'The Great Houdini' better.
Agents, I heard a scream on the second floor, near doña Sofía's room.
Agents, I want to show you something the staff has found.
What do you want, sister? -I want an explanation, Ángela.
Madam?
What do you want from me? -I want you to pay for what you did.
Leave, leave.
You owe us an explanation. -I don't owe you anything.
And if I did, I've paid you with interest. I saved his life.
Ángela, enough. You lied to me. You knew your son was alive.
For 35 years I thought he was dead. Your father didn't tell me until...
Until what?
If you're going to lie to me, don't say anything.
You're right, it's better if I don't say anything.
Why did you stop the car?
This road goes to the hotel.
That one goes to Cantaloa, where the police station is.
It's your choice, Ángela.
Señorita... -It's up to you.
Either you explain it to us, or to the police.
Ángel is a mystery to me as well.
I'm his mother by blood, but when I met him he was already grown up.
Your father always looked after him. I think he loved him, in his way.
And Ángel loved him as well, but at some point my son aspired to more.
He wanted him to recognize him, to give him his last name, to take him in.
And my father refused.
They fell out. As a matter of fact, they never saw each other again.
I'm relating what he told me.
When your father died, Ángel hadn't seen him for a long time.
Do you think he had anything to do with my father's death?
No. When I found him and told him his father had died...
he was devastated and devoured by grief.
He didn't try to kill his brother out of grief.
Andrés was going to inherit everything he'd been denied.
He tried to kill Andrés. You can't excuse what he did.
I know, señorita, but he's my son.
When did you find out he was alive? -On the eve of your father's death.
So that's why you argued with him. Not because of Andrés.
I didn't kill your father.
Did Ángel kill my father? -No, he didn't kill him.
Appearances suggest otherwise. -We're all slaves to appearances.
If I took them on faith, I'd think you and this waiter were lovers.
But you're not. You're not, are you? -No.
Don't denounce my son, and I'll keep quiet about your friendship with Julio.
Where to? -To the Grand Hotel.
Are you sure? -Do as I told you.
Agent, take the suspect away.
No one's taking you anywhere.
Madam, don't make us use force. -Let me by.
Calm down, Mother. -Why should I stay calm?
Madam, please. -Let go of me.
Madam. Madam, enough.
Madam.
No one can go in until the judge is here.
Madam. -Don't worry, daughter.
What are you doing? You can't be here.
I'm sorry, agent. -Did you touch anything?
This is my wife's room.
You'll soon have it to yourself. Unless I'm wrong, she won't need it anymore.
Forgive me, don Alfredo. As the baby kept crying, I thought no one was here.
Here, take it before I regret what I'm doing.
Where did you find it? -In my wife's room.
On the floor, next to that poor girl's body.
Do you know that what you did is illegal?
Yes. And I also know that by giving it to you, I'm condemning Sofía to death.
But I don't understand.
Why would she have saved those locks that can only incriminate her?
Hunting trophies are characteristic of these types of murders.
But contrary to what you think...
you've just given me evidence that your wife isn't the gold-knife killer.
Now we know that he cut off a lock of each of his victims.
And he presumably did so right after killing them.
However, I found strands of hair next to doña Beatriz's body here at the station.
They were cut off days after her death.
What does that mean?
The gold-knife killer didn't kill doña Beatriz, but he wanted us to think so.
That's why he added her lock to the others.
He fabricated the evidence you just brought me...
and left it in your wife's room, together with the gold knife and the maid's body.
All in order to incriminate doña Sofía Alarcón.
So Sofía isn't guilty. -Rather, she's a victim.
Everything will be fine.
I'm sorry I didn't believe you.
Please, forgive me.