All language subtitles for Falcon s01e01 The Blindman of Seville 1.eng

FOOTSTEPS RECEDING

CAPE SWAYING

Hey!

FILM REEL PLAYING

TENSE MUSIC PLAYING

SIGHS

Bravo, Rafa! Bravo!

Bravo!

MAN SCREAMING

SOBBING

SOBBING

Fear's inevitable.

Inevitable?

I fight the bull,
you fight the murderer with a gun.

It's what we do. Keep it here,
where the bull can't see.

You don't ignore it?

Well, do you?

What have I missed?

Just telling Rafa
how much you love him.

Oh, and I do, because our nephew
is so fucking cute.

I just wish he'd get
a nice steady job in an office.

The next famous Falcon.

SOBBING

RAFA: Mm... Mm, another one?
- No, nothing for me. I have to go.

Are you still working,
little brother?

- Still working.
- Papa would be proud.

See you both on the weekend.

TENSE MUSIC PLAYING

MOANING

CARS HORN HONKING

OBJECT CLATTERS

DOG BARKS

CAT MEWS

POLICE SIREN WAILS

Good morning!

I've got something really
fucking weird for you.

JAVIER FALCON: Weird, ugly?
- Well, let's just say it's a first.

RAMIREZ: His name is Carlos Jimenez.

- Restaurateur?
- Yes.

RAMIREZ: The maid found him
at 7:30 this morning.

She let herself in,
and there he was in all his "gory".

JAVIER: Does the maid have a key?
RAMIREZ: Yes.

JAVIER: Did she use it?
Was the door unlocked?

RAMIREZ: I'll ask. She's
in the hospital under sedation.

- I'll find out.
- Do the cameras work?

RAMIREZ: The ones in reception.

The ones covering the garage
have been broken, vandalised.

- When?
- The concierge said two days ago,

but being Holy Week,
they haven't been fixed.

JAVIER: Seal off
the garage entrance.

Next of kin?

Senora Consuelo Jimenez - wife.

Much younger than her husband
and now a very rich widow.

RAMIREZ: She's been staying
at the Colonial Hotel.

She took the kids
to school this morning.

Two young boys, age six and eight,

but, as yet,
we haven't been able to locate her.

RADIO CHATTER

JAVIER: Judge Calderon.
ESTEBAN CALDERON: Falcon.

JAVIER: Have you been inside?
- I was waiting for my experts.

Boxes.

Are they moving in or out?

Out.
To somewhere even more expensive.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

JAVIER: His eyelids
have been removed, top and lower.

Skilfully?

I'm not sure it requires skill,

just a sharp blade
and a steady hand.

Why cut off his eyelids?

RAMIREZ:
Because he's a sick bastard.

So he couldn't close them.

So they couldn't hide,

so he had to look, see.

You think the killer made him
watch a DVD?

No, I think he made him watch
a film projected onto the wall.

- A film of what?
- No idea. Something upsetting.

Chloroform.

Analyse for type, then identify
all suppliers and recent sales.

Let's hope it was bought
in Seville.

A mistake leaving it behind.

- Evidence?
- A surprise.

My father in Tangier
as a young man.

The hero of Seville.

CHUCKLES

RAMIREZ: Chief?

Chief, look what just arrived.
No stamp, left in the post.

- Any message?
RAMIREZ: A card.

"Sight lesson number two."
It was marked for your attention.

Two? What happened to number one?

Playing games or he's shit at maths.

Super 8.

Processing this type
of film isn't easy.

I'm on it already.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING

She has a lover.

RAMIREZ: And Dad's into hookers.

ESTEBAN: Is this the film
the killer made him watch?

I don't know yet.

This is recent.
Boxes, packing cases...

The boxes are in
exactly the same positions.

Jesus, this is last night.

He's there. The killer
was already inside the apartment.

ESTEBAN: How did he gain access?

The girl?

JAVIER: She's looking at the camera.

She knows she's being filmed.

This girl, she's either a witness
or an accomplice.

We need to find her.

Firstly, Senora Jimenez, may I say
how sorry I am for your loss.

I understand you're aware
of the circumstances

surrounding your husband's death.

Yes. Call him Carlos.

How well did you know Carlos?
How close were you?

Are you married?

- That's unimportant.
- It's relevant.

I was married.

You're separated. How long?

Six months.

You're counting.

It's a fact.

And how well did you know her,
or her you?

Senora Jimenez, my failed marriage
has nothing to do...

You are about to investigate and
uncover everything about my life,

about my husband's life,

from our business affairs
to his sordid secrets,

his prostitutes, his pornography.

Not forgetting number 17
Calle Rio de la Plata.

My point exactly.

You know I have a lover.
An hour ago, he was a secret.

What's his name?

His name is Basilio Sanchez.

He is a chef at my restaurant,

and last night,
he was with me at the hotel.

RAMIREZ: Until what time?

Until just before I woke
the children this morning at 6:30.

Did she meet someone else,
your wife?

No, she did not.

That must be hard,

that she would rather be alone
than with you.

Perhaps it was the other way around.

Was it?

My point being that sometimes, even
husbands and wives are strangers.

I didn't know Carlos,
and he didn't know me at all.

Carlos was married previously.
Are there any children?

Two, a boy and a girl,

who would now be
in their mid-to-late 40s.

The last I heard,
the son was living in Madrid.

- What happened to his first wife?
- She died.

I had nothing to do with it.

Senora's business accounts
and diaries,

we'll need to collect them
sooner rather than later.

RAMIREZ: Yeah, you know that,
before she changes her mind.

I'm meeting her
at the apartment tomorrow.

JAVIER:
Make sure nothing's been stolen.

RAMIREZ: Ha, just the two of you?

RAMIREZ LAUGHING

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

CAR BRAKES SCREECH

JAVIER: Where is she?
- Top floor.

Are you sure
it's the girl from the film?

CRISTINA: I think so.

Her name's Eloisa Gomez.

One of the street girls in Alameda
told me where to find her.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Eloisa?
Will you open the door, please?

Will you let us come in, please?

She isn't here.
Eloisa isn't here.

I'm not Eloisa, I'm sorry.

OK, that's no problem.
We'll come back tomorrow.

Open the fucking door!

JAVIER: All right.

Ramirez!

Eloisa!

SLOW MUSIC PLAYING

TELEPHONE RINGING

Falcon.

She's gone. We lost her.

CLICKS TONGUE

GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING

JAVIER: Ramon.
- May I come in?

DOOR CLOSING

RAMON: It's a year on,

and a simple matter of spending time

in his environment
amongst his drawings, his sketches.

It's the closest thing
to being with him again.

You know what my father asked
me to do, Ramon, in his will?

He asked me to make a bonfire
of everything in his studio.

No.

I am supposed to pile it high
and burn it.

Well, of course, the decision
is yours, if that's what he wanted.

Building the bonfire's
the easy part,

what's difficult is ignoring
the question why.

Yes. Hm.

He was very proud of you, Javier.

He said you were
his greatest creation.

I miss him.

There was a photograph
in your husband's study,

a picture of my father in Tangier.

Were he and your husband friends
at all?

Oh, Carlos and Francisco Falcon?
I doubt it.

Carlos had no interest
in anything except business

and, well, the children.

He protected the children.

It's good of you to agree
to do this, so soon.

Leave us.

Have you seen this?

It's a photograph of you,
but it isn't you.

- I know what it is.
- Who is she?

She is the person my husband
wanted me to be.

She is his first wife.

When did you find out?

Not soon enough.

It's in the past.

But what I will say is that...

..that woman... that relationship
dominated Carlos's life.

His smile...

..his good humour with guests,
was all fake, all of it.

Carlos Jimenez hated his life.

Carlos Jimenez died a long time ago.

SLOW MUSIC PLAYING

GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING

PHONE RINGS

- Hello?
- It's Javier.

You changed your number.

I received a letter
from your lawyer.

I just wanted to thank you
about the house.

No need to thank me.
Two years of a bad marriage

give me no claim on what will always
be your father's house.

Now at least we can end it,
officially.

Yeah.

Still walking the streets at night?

JAVIER: Are you really interested?

You need help.

I'll bear that in mind.

I'm guessing a friendly dinner's
out of the question?

I prefer my dinner companions
to be warm-blooded.

Have a good day, Ines.

It really doesn't bother you,
does it?

- What?
- That you have no heart.

WOMAN ON RADIO:
'The anniversary exhibition

'of Seville's most celebrated
artist,

'Francisco Falcon,
opens in Madrid today.

'Here to discuss his work

'is his art dealer and friend
Ramon Salgado.'

RAMON: 'Thank you. Well,
Francisco is probably best known

'for the nudes
he painted of his wife.'

'For me, he's the leading artist...'

JAVIER:
How long have you worked here?

BASILIO SANCHEZ: Two months.

I first applied for a job
in her kitchen almost a year ago.

Didn't get it.

I asked why, when I was
clearly the best candidate,

and she said it was because
she was attracted to me.

So we became lovers,
and I wasn't complaining.

- You've seen her?
- Hm.

She's a beautiful, strong woman.

How would you describe your
relationship with Senora Jimenez?

Sweaty!

It's sex.

Mm. Good sex.

BASILIO SNIFFS

CONSUELO: He is a distraction.

The most important person
in his life's himself.

- Is that a warning?
- Another fact.

And who's the most important person
in your life?

Your wife, still?

She would say me,
and she'd be right.

- So, you left her?
- No.

Then you ignored her?

I have work to do.

Have a good evening.

I'm not the person
that you think I am.

JAVIER: Your phone's switched off.

Sorry, I'm with my family.
Come in.

RAMIREZ'S WIFE:
Jose Luis, who is it?

RAMIREZ: It's my boss.

- This is my wife, my wife's mother.
- Ladies, good to meet you.

Sister-in-law.

JAVIER: Hello.
- Hello.

My children, one, two, three.

Hello!

Canaries, also female.

- Would you like a beer?
- I would, thank you.

Mama, a nice glass.

Chief.

RAMIREZ: So, while you're in Madrid
talking to the son,

what do you want me to do
about Consuelo Jimenez?

JAVIER: She has to prepare
for the funeral,

which we'll need to cover.

- Here you are.
- Thank you.

You'd rather question herself,
right?

She isn't the sole focus
in the investigation.

Well, she's at the heart of it.
Only she wins.

RAMIREZ: The restaurants
are a success because of her.

She does everything from washing
the salad to front of house,

but they're all in his name,

and Carlos Jiminez
was in the process of selling up.

Says who?

Says the lawyers
of a Russian businessman

who was offering big money,
and Carlos was keen to sell

until she started throwing
crockery around.

But would a mother deprive
her children of their father?

Would she sanction torture?

JAVIER: Carlos Jimenez was terrified
of what was on that film.

That's what killed him.

The key's in the past,
I'm sure of it.

The key is Eloisa Gomez.

JAVIER: I think somebody wants you.

Hey, I can see you, yeah?

I'm a policeman, I see everything,
and this is police business.

- Do you want to be a cop, too?
- No.

LAUGHS

Come here!

Oh! Ah!

Papa loves you. Mm?

She's having a good day today.

I'll leave you to enjoy it.

RAMIREZ: What's wrong?
Is it hurting?

PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING

JAVIER: Eloisa.

I'm looking for Eloisa Gomez.

- I'm here.
- Have you seen her?

What about me?

I need to find her, please.

I like a man who says please.

I like a man who smells nice.

Eloisa Gomez,
I need to speak to her.

I'll let you kiss me.

JAVIER:
It's important I find your friend.

If you know where she is, tell me.

Eloisa's in love.

She's... She's gone.

Found herself a talker.

He's gonna give her
the moon and stars.

I'm happy for her.

The moon and the stars.

INES: Thank you.

ESTEBAN: You're welcome.

Ines!

- Calderon.
- Falcon.

Esteban, could you wait in the car,
please, darling?

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

I hope you're not spying.

Walking, working.

How long, you and the judge?

None of your business.

You suit each other.

Yes, we do!

He does things to me
you could never even dream of.

LAUGHS
Ines, I'm sure he's perfect.

KEYPAD BEEPING

RAFA: 'Hey, uncle.'

Rafa.

Have you been in the house tonight?

'No. Is something wrong?
You sound spooked.'

No, no.

An open window.
I thought I might have missed you.

'You sure there's nothing wrong?'

No, I'm fine.

See you at the weekend.

OBJECT CLATTERS

HORNS BLARE

INDISTINCT CHATTER

PANTING

- Fuck!
- Are you lost?

Do you have a wallet or a phone?

Wallet, phone, everything.

Piss off.

Don't let me see you again.
Fuck off!

How did you know? How did you know?

BREATHING HEAVILY

JAVIER: Senor Jimenez,
I am very sorry for your loss.

Thank you for agreeing
to meet me here today.

SENOR JIMENEZ:
I often come here to sit,

to remind myself of the beauty
we're capable of producing.

You must be very proud.

JAVIER: My father thought
these paintings to be

his moment of genius,

a moment he could never recapture.

But can we talk about your father
and your mother?

My mother was just 14
when they met. He was 22.

- This was in Tangier?
- Yes.

I was born in '67,
my sister Marta two years later.

When my mother was pregnant
with her third child,

my father had to leave Tangier.

He had to leave?

Had to. He was hiding... or running.

Not from the authorities.

I don't know why exactly.
I never found that out.

- And your mother?
- She had a baby boy.

She was fine, and Arturo was fine.

The baby.

My sister adored him, Arturo,

but we weren't allowed
to leave the house.

- The hiding continued?
- Yes.

All the way back to Spain,
all across the south.

As soon as his instinct told him
to move, we'd move.

After about five
or six years of this,

he must have thought he was safe.

He was wrong...

..so wrong.

They didn't kill my father,
which might have been just.

They didn't rape or murder
my mother or my sister.

They did the one thing

that they knew would tear
my father's family apart -

they took Arturo.

They just took him.

We never heard from him
or saw him again.

I don't understand.

Was he kidnapped?

Oh, no...

..there were no demands.

No ransom was paid.

No negotiations.

My father didn't even go
to the police.

Instead, he made us swear
never to mention Arturo again...

..ever.

My brother was erased.

My mother did what she was told
for as long as she could take it.

She killed herself,

but my father was to blame,
he knew he was to blame.

So, Arturo could still be alive?

Yes.

Arturo is hopefully...

..happy and alive, somewhere.

RAMIREZ:
How did you get on in Madrid?

JAVIER: Carlos Jimenez
has a long-lost son, Arturo.

Do you think
he'll attend the funeral?

Hopefully.

Ah! The Super 8 film...

It was processed
at Fotogenica Labs.

He gave his name as Jimenez,
no address, no description.

Paid in cash.

Your glass of milk,
it was just that -

a glass of milk with almond.

- Almond?
- Ground almond.

The glass was clean.

- Any idea what it was about?
- No.

RADIO CHATTER

RAMIREZ ON RADIO: 'Stay sharp.'

RADIO CHATTER

PRIEST: If we have cried much,
it is because we have loved much.

And now, as a sign of love,
let us pray.

- Our brother Carlos...
- Ramon.

- ..has gone to his resting place.
- Javier.

Did you know...

..that in all his restaurants,

he had to have
an original Francisco Falcon?

Of course, Carlos would never
approach your father himself.

- They had history.
- What kind of history?

North African, Morocco.

Your father, myself
and Carlos Jimenez,

we were pretty close.

Not quite the musketeers, but close.

Is there anything else
I should know about my father?

I found a set of paintings,

dark, unlike anything my father
has done before in his work.

Do you know of them?

- A set?
- Four.

Yeah, they're numbered.

Together,
they make a single painting.

He called it Pilar,
after your mother.

No! That can't be right.

He did it shortly after she died.
Oh, so young.

A reflection of his grief,
perhaps, his loss.

Javier, please...
don't have your bonfire just yet.

CONSUELO: I need you
to scoot the other side.

WOMAN: I'm so sorry.
CONSUELO: Bye-bye.

WOMAN: I'll call you soon.
- Senora!

Senora, may I have a moment?

First of all,
I am sorry for the intrusion.

- Big ugly van, is that you?
JAVIER: Yes.

We've been taking photographs.
I thought it necessary.

I thought it disrespectful,
heartless.

You don't need my permission?

No, but I will need your help
to put names to faces.

I can't really say no, can I?
That would be suspicious.

That would be disappointing.

ENGINE STARTS

TENSE MUSIC PLAYING

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING

PHONE RINGS

- Falcon.
MAN: 'Notice anything missing?'

Who am I talking to?

MAN: 'Your story is my story.

'We're the same.'

LINE DISCONNECTS

KEYPAD BEEPS

RAMIREZ: Has the address
of the phone trace been confirmed?

MAN ON RADIO:
'Confirmed, 15 Calle Alameda.'

CRISTINA:
How do you know he's in there?

JAVIER: We don't. Here's his phone.

Small phone, big building.

JAVIER: There'll be a sign.
We're here cos he wants us to be.

CRISTINA: A trap?

Be ready.

POLICE SIREN WAILING

Up.

CRISTINA: I can hear music.

It's coming from over there.

I know this.

My father listened to it.

GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING

DOOR CREAKS

It's Eloisa.

Oh, for the love of God,
he's taken her eyes.

Gloves, Cristina.

Cristina!

- Another fucking sight lesson.
- Number three.

"Why do they have to die,
those that love to love?

"Because they have the gift
of perfect sight."

Cristina, find out all you can
about this place.

CRISTINA: Sir, the paintings are...

Imitations of the Falcon nudes,
as is the position of the body.

The murder of Carlos Jimenez
is all about revenge.

- The past
- Arturo.

Yes.

Carlos Jimenez could not bear
to watch the images in that film.

He would rather have died
than be reminded of it.

Is your lover still your lover?

No.

MAN: I want you
to tell me what you know.

He thought she was sleeping
with another man.

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