All language subtitles for the.mallorca.files.s01e01.hdtv.x264-mtb-eng

So, what are you reading about?

I'm interested, genuinely.

It's at least a two-hour flight.

If you give me a chance,
you might find

I'm a sparkling conversationalist.

Introverts.

How they should be running the world

but no-one ever listens to them.

Oh, that's you?

An introvert?

We're almost there.

Oh.

Are these really necessary?

My instructions are to keep
you personally secured at all times.

Surely we're just
drawing attention to ourselves?

I don't make the rules.

No, but you obey them, right?

To... the... letter.

Right.

That's why I'm not going to prison.

Oh!

I'm the star witness.

One of the good guys now.

Do you not trust me?

Six years in Belmarsh
for armed robbery,

three in Pentonville for fraud,

nine unpaid Mallorcan parking fines,

so, no.

Right here.

Estan en camino.

I've really missed England.

Actual proper weather, you know?

Real seasons.

Spring...

...summer...

...autumn...

- ...winter.
- Please, shut up.

This way.

El aeropuerto, recibo.

- Now!
- The flight!

- What are you...?
- Shut up and follow me? - What?

- Someone following me?
- Run!

What the...?! Ow!

This is DC Miranda Blake,
witness protection at Palma Airport.

We're being ambushed and I need
assistance immediately!

Please tell me you have a gun!

Brilliant!

Excellent!

Missed me?

No.

Not even a little.

Stay here

and stay down.

Move!

Police!

Look out!

Come on!

Move!

This way.

Out of the way!

Come on!

Police!

I've never been so happy to see a
Spanish pig with a gun!

Stop, police!

- Alli, a la derecha!
- Si!

Police!

- Tenemos ambulancia?
- Si, en seguida, en seguida. - Si, si, si.

Scheisse.

? When the moonlight shines

? Down on the sea

? And you think that you got

? A shot at me

? Better set me free

? You've got to set me free

? I surrender

? Surrender. ?

The paramedics confirmed him dead
at scene, but the important thing

is, we were set up.

Well, then, in that case,

I think the best thing
for you to do, Miranda, is simply

to come straight home.

With respect, Ma'am, I think
you're missing the big picture.

This was a secure operation,
but someone knew exactly

when and where to find us,
which means we have major league

right here in New York.

Mm, possibly. Possibly.

But that's not really our
jurisdiction, is it?

We're talking about people
who were prepared to execute a

serving officer in cold blood.

I agree. That is worrying.

But all the more reason to come
home, wouldn't you say?

I mean, what if they try
to finish the job?

Imagine that.

With respect, Ma'am, I still think
you're missing the point.

I think the point is that you need
to let the boss, ie me,

deal with this.

So I'll expect a full report
on my desk tomorrow.

Delivered in person.

That would be absolutely lovely.

I was thinking, Ma'am, I am owed
some of my annual leave.

All of it, actually.

I could take a few days
off. Lie on a beach. Seeing as this

is such a charming place.

Ah, good dog. Back.
Back.

Oh, I'm not a dog person.

Which doesn't mean I'm a cat person,
either.

Basically, no animals.

Shoo.
Shoo.

Deal with it.

So...

- ...they want you to investigate?
- As thoroughly as possible.

Niall Taylor was a vital
British witness.

There's still a large prosecution
at stake.

I have not been informed
of this. In fact,

the body is already being removed
by your people.

Of course.

But there are still a few
loose ends to be tied up.

A man is shot dead in my airport.

You understand

that's something we don't want
to put in the brochures?

Please call my Super, if
you need to confirm things.

In fact, I can get you her direct
number right now.

Fine.

Fine.

In that case, you'll need an escort.

Really,
an escort won't be necessary.

Detective Winter will join you.

He has a grasp of the local
languages - faultless - unlike his

grasp of correct procedure.

I work better alone.

And of course, he's already
saved your life.

So, I've been here for three years.

They sent me over from Munich
as a liaison officer - six months.

But I liked it so much, I asked
to stay.

My captain agreed.

So here I am.

Well, perhaps he didn't want you
back.

Possible.

I just slept with his daughter.

You're lucky he didn't shoot you.

I think he regrets that now.

In Mallorca

you need an old car, everyone hits
something - eventually.

Although, sometimes I wonder
if I should get something

a little skinnier, you know?

You look really tense.

I mean, I get it.

Someone gets shot right in your face,
you're going to freak out a little.

- I'm not tense.
- Sure.

You know what I think?

I think you need a little
Mallorca time.

The sun is warm, the beer's cold,
and the people here love life.

Whoa!
Sure about that?

OK, so enough small chat,
now we work.

Coffee!

- Hola.
- Hola.

So this dead guy, Taylor,
was the real deal, right?

Niall Taylor was smarter
than the average thug.

He picked the targets, major
airports, mostly.

He's ruthless, suspected
involvement in at least three

previous gangland murders.

The last job was their biggest yet.

32 million in cash and bullion.

Everyone knew they were behind it,
but we had nothing, no evidence,

no witnesses prepared to talk.

And they had all the money.
It's a perfect crime.

And out of the blue, Taylor comes
forward and claimed he wanted immunity,

and in return he'd give us
the cash and the whole gang.

I don't get it.

Why betray your friends
after all this time?

I mean, you have the cash,
you're clean away.

Seems crazy.

Taylor told The Met he missed
the rain.

Wanted to end his days drinking
flat beer in the drizzle.

- And you buy that?
- 'Course I do, he's British.

I mean, who would want to
live in a place like this?

So if Taylor was testifying
against them, I guess it makes

the rest of the gang our prime
suspects for his murder.

Noel Kirkland, was the leader
and the money man.

He was an expert in laundering
stolen money,

but he's been in Chelmsford
in a private hospital for the last

month, with a suspected stroke.

What about the others?

The rest of the gang have houses
right here in Mallorca.

- And they all love golf.
- Who doesn't?

Oh! Sod it!

Watch it, mate!

Why should I talk to you?

Because Niall Taylor is dead.

Also, because we are both
really nice people.

Max Winter - Mallorca Police,
German division.

OK.

It's not official, but I like it.

You know you are gripping it all
wrong? Too tight.

Also, you swing too fast.

In fact, I sense a lot of aggression
in here.

He talks a good game, doesn't he?

Yeah, well, seeing as my golf
partner's got shot dead,

do ya fancy a bit, do ya?

Could make it interesting.

Not bad... for a Kraut.

- What, exactly, are we doing?
- Subtly gaining his trust.

- Oh! Bollocks! Bollocks!
- Freddie. Freddie, no.

You're still way too tense.

- Let me help you.
- Ahh!

Tee-up another.

Mulligan.

And now... relax.
OK?

Waggle, Freddie
Yeah.

That's my boy. Feel that?

You know when Martin Kaymer won the
US Open...?

Yeah.

His pulse rate never went above 55.

So all you've got to
do... is... relax.

Yeah, that's better

And now - hit me one.

And if he still won't talk,
we have his phone.

Yeah,

which at this moment, is totally
inadmissible as evidence.

- Put it back.
- You don't understand.

I have his phone, look.

It's called police work, you might
have heard of it.

Put it back.

Whoa!

Yes! Woohoo!

Come on!

- Pin-high.
- What a great shot.

Hey!

Wait!

Who are we chasing?

It's the same guy who was about
to kill me at the airport.

Oh, come on!

Hold on.

Why won't this go any faster?

Because you can't rush golf.

That's what I'm trying to tell
Freddie.

Oh, it's ridiculous. Drive!

And call for backup.

Police, stop!

Backup's coming.

Where is he?

I think he went in the trap.

Oh...

Which club was it?

Nine iron. Heavy.

- Accurate. Sharp.
- Not the wedge?

Most people would use a wedge.

I think the results speak
for themselves.

Is this really getting us anywhere?

Hi...
I'm Federico Ramis - pathology.

OK, number one, I'm not going to
shake your hand because it's covered

with what's left of someone's
brains.

And number two, I want you to get
some accurate forensic samples

from whichever golf bat you two
consider caused this mess.

OK?!

Is she always like that.

So far, yes, 100%.

- Then, I'm definitely in love.
- Max!

Our only lead is a dead end.
Literally.

Then, maybe we need
to think laterally.

If we move fast, we can
still make it.

- Where are we going?
- Freddie...

I used what was left of his thumb
to unlock it - the calendar

has all his social engagements.
And you're going to need

a dress - in black.

Rrr.

OK, so my name is Paul Muller.

I run security trucks in both
Essex and Dusseldorf.

You are my second wife, Helen.

You used to be a successful
exotic dancer.

OK, this is ridiculous.

If you're undercover, you need
realistic identities, a

fully researched back story,
convincing...

Showtime. Stay in character.

Hi! It's Paul and Helen Muller.

From Dusseldorf.

We have to be on the list.
If not, check with

Stella, please.

We are old friends.

- OK, moment...
- OK...

Like I said - researched back
stories, we need papers...

Or, we could try a little love...

Stella!

Stella!
Stella!

I'm so, so damn sorry.

This is a private function.

Who are you?

It's me.

Paul. Paul Muller.

From Dusseldorf.

Paul and Helen?

- I'm sorry, Niall never mentioned...
- Is Freddie here?

It's been way too long.

We used to play golf together.

Sorry. Sorry, Paul...

Hi. My name's Paul Muller.
From Dusseldorf.

Thank you.

Don't stay on your own - you're
attracting attention.

- We need to stay sharp.
- Stay in character.

Paul loves a drink...

...but Helen is a recovering
alcoholic.

So you're taking it one day at a
time.

Well, while you've been enjoying
yourself,

I've been working.

Over there. The girl that Stella's
with, is his only daughter, Claire.

See?

We are already a great team. You do
the homework, so I don't have to.

Over there...

That's Tony Rogan, another member
of the Kirkland gang -

- they're best friends.
- Some friend.

This dude moves fast.

Or they already had a connection.

Thank you, er...?

Paul. Paul Muller from Dusseldorf.

- And Helen.
- Thank you, Paul.

Stella has asked me to say
a few words about Niall.

I think we can all agree that family
is the most important thing in life.

Loyalty... to the people you hold
dearest.

They say there is no honour
among thieves.

Well, let me tell you this...

...someone did for Niall Taylor.

Someone popped one...

...into the man I considered
to be my brother.

And then they came for Freddie -
on his home course...

...with his own clubs.

A bloody nine-iron!

That is not cricket!

Cricket?

You spill my blood.

I spill your blood.

Yes!

Which means we are now all at war.

- Yes? - Yes!
- Yes! - Yes!

OK, good...

Now, look, Niall wouldn't
want to see any long faces,

so raise your glasses, and let
us celebrate...

...an ordinary, decent, criminal.

Long life.
- LONG LIFE!

Maybe he's screwing the wife,
but this guy is a real friend.

They didn't know - none of them.

They didn't know that he was
about to give evidence.

Not Freddie.
Not Tony.

Nobody here. Do you think there'd be
this kind of turnout for a man

who was about to betray them?

Or it's a bluff.

I mean, all of this.

Designed to put
people off the scent.

Wait here.

And don't talk to anyone.

Hi.

I'm very sorry about Niall.
I'm Helen.

Helen Muller.

Oh, Paul's wife?

Right.

So you're in web design now.

Yes.

Yes, it's a real passion of mine.

Pity. Our gym's just started
pole dancing classes.

Could have given me some tips.

Oh!

Why is it that Paul insists on
telling everybody my entire life story?

He's proud of you.

That's obvious. He's just a sweet,
sweet man.

Gosh, this must be such a dreadful
shock to you

and Stella.

Sorry. God.

Oh, tears and mascara
don't mix.

It's not too late.

Here. Quick.

Thanks. God...

You know, Dad was a real family man.

He was always doing it for us.

Me and Mum. And now that he retired,
we thought it was over.

We could live a normal life.

So have you any idea who would want
to kill him?

Doesn't make any sense. Why bother
settling old scores now?

You think somebody wanted revenge?

I don't know.

I guess maybe someone was jealous.

I don't really want to think about
it.

Just...

I just want him back.

Another drink for you?

Oh, no, please, don't.

I know it
will break Paul's heart.

After everything
you've been through.

- Thank you. One day at a time.
- Mm.

BACK! Back, get back, back, back.

Would you like me to confirm
the cause of death?

Prints, fibres, DNA.

I expect everyone at this party
is on a database somewhere.

Don't let anybody leave until we've
logged them.

You're in danger,
Stella. Who could be doing this?

Why the hell would we talk to you?

Here's my number.

If you think of anything.

Someone systematically killing
off the entire gang.

First Niall and Freddie, and now,
Tony.

I know.
And it's wonderful.

I love to shake them by the hand.

Or perhaps they prefer some kind of
a medal from the King of Mallorca!

I'm being serious.

I'll tell you what is serious.

Three murders, in two days,
on my island.

And every time it happens, I find
you in the middle of it all.

I took you up on your suggestion,
and called London.

And they told me you were here
on a holiday, which is why

you are booked in the first flight
back to London tomorrow.

Be on it.

Or go to jail.

Detective Winter, come!

DC Blake was forced to take
six months' sick leave.

Officially, mild
obsessive-compulsive disorder.

And unofficially?

No-one can deal with her.

She's obsessive.

She's a workaholic.

Never had a relationship.

That seems like a shame.

Take her home. Now.

So I guess this is it.

You have a gift for stating
the obvious.

Goodbye, partner. I had fun.

Did you?

Of course. I mean,

three people had to die,
but apart from that...

Well, what the hell,
they were bad people. You'll be OK?

I was OK. Bye, Max.

- She's leaving?
- Tomorrow morning.

So much for the new partnership,
huh?

- Maybe it's for the best.
- Huh?

One beautiful woman
is every man's dream. Two...?

Well, that's just a nightmare.

How did you know she was beautiful?

I didn't.

I do now!

What about Carmen?

You sure she wants you two to get
serious?

Yeah.

Her younger sister is getting
married next week.

It's only a matter of time
before she insists.

You remember when we were kids back
in Munich, and I dared you to jump

off the bridge into the canal?
All summer, you wouldn't jump,

and then the day before we went
back to school,

you finally did it!

- I remember.
- Yeah.

I broke both my ankles.

But you overcame your fear!

And this is the same.

Carmen is like a bridge over a dirty
Munich canal.

Now you need to get your feet wet.

Prost!

Prost.

Claire?

Claire?

Miranda Blake.

She told me she was going to the Bay
Restaurant to meet a friend.

Nothing about staying out all night.

Maybe her plans changed.

No, no. She would've called me.
She always called me.

First Niall...
Then Freddy and Tony.

Now, Claire. Whoever is doing
this to us, has taken her.

Someone's kidnapped my daughter!

You really need to
improve your security.

Miranda Blake.

I'm his ex-partner, professional -
obviously.

Nice to meet you.

I need your help.

If Ines sees you in here,
she'll kill me. Or worse,

send me back to Germany.

Stella Taylor said that Claire
went to the Bay Restaurant last night.

If that's the truth,
there'll be CCTV on file.

She's not in her office.

Let's see.

OK. There she is.

No.

Looks like she's
waiting for someone.

She knows him. So much for the
kidnap theory.

- Getting that plate?
- Yep.

Don't you recognise the car?

It's the pool guy, from the party.

I think we could have found our
murderer.

- Can you trace it?
- Of course.

Be careful.

- I'll take the back.
- OK.

Persistence is such an overrated
quality.

It can get you into all sorts of
trouble.

Ah, careful, now.

Us ghosts can get very nervy.

Unpredictable, even.

Ah, I do love this view.

Goodbye, DC Blake.

Miranda.

Max...

Come on.

It's Niall Taylor!

Gun! Get down!

Stop!

Well, this is awkward.

At least tell me you're just a
little bit surprised.

So the whole thing
was clearly set up. And the scene

at the airport, was just that, a
scene staged with blanks

and a blood squib.

Faking your own death is the perfect
way to disappear without trace,

because you had unfinished business
to take care of. The rest

of your gang.

Freddie and Tony.

So all this was just about revenge?

Not quite. Poor old Kirkland's going
gaga.

His memory's shot to bits.

I was always sort of like a son
to him,

so he gave me everything,
every account number,

every safe-deposit box.

Do you know how hard it is to clean
30 million?

So you decided to kill your friends
and take it all for yourself.

That way,
everything vanishes without trace.

The whole gang is like... one of
those snakes that eats its own tail.

Chomp, chomp, everything is gone.

You didn't do this alone.

Someone at the Yard must have set

up witness protection for you, right?

That'd be me.

Drop it - now.

You know, it is amazing
what a few million can get you.

Nice car, decent boat, even a bent
copper or three, am I right?

What about Claire?
Was she in on it, too?

Actually, she's my insurance policy.

She left last night, with
everything.

See, she knew what loyalty is.
Not like her mother.

And now, just like me, my only daughter
is wonderfully, untraceably rich.

- Can we get on with it now?
- Absolutely.

I'll be doing the country a favour.

Freeze!

For God's sake, just shoot him.

- Aren't you going to help him?
- Back off! Ha-ha.

I don't think he can hang on much
longer, do you?

Just shoot him.

Max, take my hand!

I've got you. I've got you!
Hold on!

If we alert all the airports,
immediately, inform Interpol, put

out an international arrest warrant,
then we should be in with a chance of...

Obviously, we all love your
passion, Miranda,

but that does all feel
like an awful lot of fuss.

And you have to admit
that it's all rather neat.

All those annoying loose
ends are, well, dead.

We're just going to let him go?!

I think, strictly speaking,
you let him go.

In fact, the only real loose loose
end is, well... you.

But I found him!

Which is why, on balance,
we all think that it's best

that you just hang on there
for the time being, in Mallorca.

Until this whole mess blows over.

- But...
- I mean, it's absolutely lovely...

I'm totally jealous.

Totally.

Welcome to Mallorca...

...Detective Blake.

Hey!

Is it true?

You speak Spanish now.

Just about... six audiotapes.

There's been a murder.
El perro.

Someone's killed a dog.

That's what I just said.

OK!

So together we'll find
el mata perro.

- The dog killer!
- Yeah, I...

Partners!

? We have time on our side

? It's never too late

? If you want me now

? It's gonna have to wait. ?