All language subtitles for The Mallorca Files 2x01 - The Maestro (English)

Don Giovanni
by Mozart and Da Ponte

Well?

Didn't I promise you
it would be totally amazing?

I mean, wow.

Jose and Domenica Castana.

Two brilliant artists
in perfect harmony.

I know. Stunning.

Sh! Sorry.

Sorry. I just get carried away
sometimes.

Sh!

Can you believe the Castanas
have been married 20 years?

They're like Mallorcan royalty,
but with actual talent.

A real power couple.

Oh, I think somebody wants you.

Hmm? Max!

Come here!

Oh.

Wait, wait.

OK. Voy para alla.

Winter, Blake, follow me.
Come on, come on.

? When the moonlight shines
down on the sea

? And you think that you
got a shot at me

? Then set me free

? You gotta set me free

? I surrender

? Surrender... ?

Witnesses? No-one saw a thing.

At least, nothing we can use.

It was dark,
and everybody was drunk.

Did get a few wild theories, though.

Mm-hm. But to be honest,

anyone could've slipped back there
any time after the performance.

And the staff, security,
they're all potential suspects.

So, to sum up,
you still have absolutely nothing?

Yes.

I mean, no.

I mean, yes.

We have nothing.

You have to admit,
it's a totally classic murder.

Multiple suspects,
the glamorous victim...

.. a knife to the back.

Hello.

No, I can't talk right now,
I'm in the morgue.

No, it's work.

OK, call you later.

Sorry. Personal call.

So, who was it?

OK, let's try that again.

It was a personal call.

And I'm asking who it was.

Can we just go and look at the body?

Apparently, there's a new guy
just started.

Oh.

Today, we are engulfed by sorrow.

To your right,
we have a mysterious young woman.

Found drowned at Cala Murta
last night.

Literally, the creek of death.

Accident or suicide?

She was found fully clothed,
so suicide seems likely.

You know, for some, the pain of
living is just too great.

They long for the abyss.

And Senor Castana?

Over here.

Attacked from behind.

Carotid artery instantly severed.

The tip of the knife...
penetrated the voice box.

Huh? Ironic, no?

Anything usable from
the knife handle?

Kitchen implement... available
widely.

Questionable taste.

Prints? Nada.

Either wiped well
or the killer used gloves.

Erm, any other injuries?
Defence wounds?

Maybe he was taken by surprise?

Or he knew his killer
and happily turned his back on them?

That's exactly what I said!

Lack of defence wounds
is definitely a clue.

Luisa Rosa. It's my first day.

Well, second, actually, cos
yesterday was an orientation day,

although you still get paid,
which is totally cool.

I'm Max Winter.
This is Miranda Blake.

Hi!
So, you're both working here now?

Correct.

I am her mentor.

OK, so I've started the
comprehensive fibre analysis,

trace DNA, obviously.

Obviously. So, we are running
blood spatter at the scene

and I'm crosschecking all the
samples we took last night.

The spectrometer is practically
smoking!

Oh, and the murder weapon needs
to go for metallurgy.

Have I forgotten anything?

No. No, that seems pretty
comprehensive.

Well, great. If there is anything
else you need, just DM me, OK?

Either we will fall madly in love,
or I will kill her.

Over 100 people had the opportunity
to murder Castana.

Not a single witness.

Which leaves us only one line
of inquiry. Mm, exactly.

Further detailed forensic analysis
is what we need to find...

Motive! Why was he killed?

Who stood to gain?
Who wanted him dead?

When we understand the why,
we will know the who.

Oh, I'm stunned. That's brilliant.

Sarcasm. Ha-ha!

So very British.

Hmm. But where's the Empire now?

We're sorry to disturb you again,
Senora Castana.

I know this, erm,
is a difficult time.

It is a tragedy...

.. for me and for the island
of Mallorca.

Now all we have left is his music.

When did you last see your husband
alive? After the performance.

I left him in the dressing room.

So he was definitely alone
when you left him?

Of course.

No-one else was allowed
in our dressing room.

It is our sacred space.

Jose wanted to remove his make-up,
moisturise.

He's incredibly careful
with his skin.

But you went straight out
to the party.

Why didn't you remove
your own make-up?

Because I knew how important it was
to promote our charity.

You have to understand,
the party is our performance too.

People are so much more generous

when they receive a little
personal attention.

Yeah, we noticed.

And you were doing an excellent job.

He was found by the boat dock.

Any reason why he should be there
alone,

if the party was so important
to you both?

A moment to reflect after the
performance.

I really have no idea.

Hmm.

Your husband was a rich man.

As his widow, you now inherit
everything.

Is that including the rights
to his music?

What are you suggesting, Detective?

That I killed my own husband
for his money?

Of course not.

However, statistically speaking,

a spouse or a close family member
is the usual culprit.

I'm a big fan of data.

And we have to be thorough,
you understand?

Jose signed all his assets
to his charity.

Every penny.

He wanted to leave a legacy
to the island he loved.

And Senor Castana's will confirms
that, I assume?

Of course. Which we can find
in your lawyer's office?

I imagine so.

Have I answered your questions,
Detective?

Great.

Now, please...

.. leave me alone with him.

Jose Castana's last will states

that every penny should be given
to good causes.

Mainly his own children's charity.

The charity bequest includes all
future royalties

from his record sales.

A potential fortune.

He was a kind and generous man.

Mm. So it seems.

I'm going to need to take this
document as evidence.

This is the original?

Yes. I have copies in our files.

Senor Castana's death is a tragedy,
of course,

but there is some small comfort

in knowing how many unfortunates
will benefit.

Hmm.

I knew it. The wife -
it's just too obvious, you know?

Too obvious?

Honestly?
I'm glad I'm not as cynical as you.

Always seeing the worst in people.

Yeah... No, no, not people, Max.

Suspects. So I suspect them.
Clue's kind of in the name?

Jose Castana was the most
successful tenor in Spain.

Maybe someone was jealous of his
success? Like Mozart and Salieri!

Now, that's a motive.

Now let's see what Castana's
manager has to say.

Sure, but can we just have a look
in the auditorium first?

Wow!

Despejamos escenario.

Cuando quiera, Maestro.

Senores! Con pasion!

? Don Giovanni! ?

Hear that? Don Giovanni.
Final section.

The evil seducer is dragged to
hell by an avenging ghost.

Mm. Almost sounds interesting.

Opera is totally hard-core.

Carmen - stabbed to death
by a jealous lover.

Madame Butterfly - kills herself
with a sword

rather than face being abandoned.

True drama comes with
a terrible beauty.

Didn't know you were such a big fan.

My mother loved it.

My father... hated it.

So Mum always took me with her
instead.

At nine years old,
I'd seen everything.

Murder, suicide and killer ghosts!

Oh, also liked these little
binoculars.

Finished?

Please, you can't disturb this.

Let's find Castana's manager,
shall we?

Believe me,
no-one is more shocked than I am.

Jose was a wonderful man.

Not just a brilliant performer.

As artistic director, he made this
place a mecca for talent.

But success brings jealousy, right?

Not Jose.

Everyone adored him.

Who's the girl?

My daughter.

She died.

A heart attack
linked to her genetic condition.

I'm sorry.

It was Jose who insisted
we set up a charity

so at least we can help others.

And now all his money goes to that?

He was so kind.

I'm sorry, er...

We understand.
Sorry, I'm... I'm still in shock.

You know... Here, take this.

Thank you. All right?

Looks like he gets
a lot of fan mail.

Yes.

We... we have been even more
swamped since his death.

I had to buy that auto-signature
machine to keep up.

He always replied personally to
anyone who contacted him.

Do you mind?

Oh, please.

So, erm, no-one held a grudge
against him?

I suppose... There was this
musician, a percussionist.

Jose said he had rhythm problems.
And he also drank too much.

He was British.

Is he still on the island?

Last I heard of him,
he was working at some theme bar.

Siempre Siesta?

Opa!

You know what? I think Elvira was
madly in love with Castana.

Hmm. Howdy, y'all!

And you base that on...?

When she talked about him,
there was this look in her eyes.

A certain fire, you know.

Thwarted passion.

The window to the soul, yeah?

Right, yeah, well, we could arrest
her for having dark Spanish eyes.

Guapo!

Ooh! Or, alternatively,

we could talk to the angry drunk
Brit who sent him hate mail.

This must be the place.

Bienvenidos.

PHONE RINGS

Hi.

No, I'm still at work.
Can you call me later?

Thanks.

They're persistent.

It's very smart of you
to play hard to get.

Drives a man totally crazy.
You finished?

Should I be? Yep, definitely.

Detectives Winter and Blake.
Palma police.

All right. Get Ringo!

Yee-ha!

Be serious! Left!

Oh, please, just one chair?

No.

I don't know nothing about it, love.

Honest Injun.

The running. What was that about?

Well, we have certain business
interests, ticket sales,

that kind of thing.

Nothing illegal.

We get a bit of hassle
from the Spanish cops, you see.

I blame Brexit.

Is it true someone cut his throat?

Castana fired you, right?

Said I couldn't keep time. Me!

D'you know what my nickname was
back at home? Bleedin' Roland.

After the drum machine?
Never missed a beat.

You sent these emails?
Direct threats to kill Jose Castana.

"You'll rot in hell
when I'm finished with you. "

Word to the wise.

Don't fire up the laptop
after six pints of Estrella

and half a bottle
of Spanish brandy -

trust me,
the vitriol just pours out.

So, you admit this was you?

What can I say?
I'm a passionate man.

Look, I didn't kill him.

I wanted to, but I didn't.
I've got a rock-solid alibi.

I was performing all night.

You can ask Thailand Dave
if you want,

or any of the other fake Mexicans

that have the misfortune
to work here. It's funny.

You're the first person we've met
who didn't think he was a saint.

Pay no attention to me, love.

I'm just a bitter old drummer
from Wythenshawe

with tinnitus and a drink problem.

Now, if I were you,

I would make myself scarce

before our Vera starts trying to
reach a high C.

So, a whole day,
and you still have nothing?

Jose Castana was well liked
by everybody.

Except the drummer.

Yes, except for the hopeless drummer
that he had to fire,

who claimed to have a
rock-solid alibi.

I checked. He was telling the truth.

All Castana's wealth goes
to charity.

His wife is deep in mourning.

Everyone who worked with him
loved him like a father.

There's literally no motive.

Hey, no! Max! Gimme that!
Hello? Miranda Blake's phone.

Gimme that! Can I take a message?
Oh, Karl?!

OK.

Oh, that does sound perfect.
Yeah, seven o'clock.

All right. See you then.
It's a date.

Ciao.

I'm coming with you.

Choosing an apartment
is a huge decision.

You can't do it alone.

Actually, I can.

It's like going on a first date.

You should always, always bring a
friend with you

to stop you being blinded by sex

and making a bad decision.

You'd take a friend with you
on a first date, hmm?

I'm sorry, what's "blinded by sex"?

Yeah, OK. Bad example.

Oh, that must be Karl!

Servus. Servus.

Hello.

Hi. Miranda.

Come on in.

So, er, this is the living area.

Great.

Very nice. Oh.

Really? You don't think it's dark?

Hmm, maybe a little dark.

I think it's dark.
Yeah, me too. It's so dark.

I mean, I couldn't live here.

But you're a very pale woman, so
maybe you like the dark,

like a Maulwurf?

A mole.

Ah. Oh.

OK.

So, this is the bathroom in there.

But, er, it's kind of crappy.

Don't think you're
supposed to say that.

Yeah, I know, it's my first day.

Whoop! Yeah, watch that.

I don't really like this job.
I... I think I'm going to quit.

Also, my boss is, er, how do you say
in English, something of a bitch?

No, we really don't say that.

Can I be honest, Karl? Please.

We both hate this apartment.

Erm, you quite sure that WE do?

It's awful.

Yeah. Oops. It's terrible.

Es ist ein Scheissdrecksloch,
wenn du mir fragst.

Genau, es ist ein winziges
kleines Scheissdrecksloch.

Richtig beschissen!

Well, that was...
That was. Mach's gut. Bye.

What a great guy.

Oh, I'm glad you think so.

But he's a terrible estate agent.

Luckily, I know people.

You should have asked me
in the first place.

Hmm. Obviously.

See, thing is,

I've got this weird thing where
I consider myself an adult

who can make her own decisions.

And your point is?

Oh!

So, no fibre, DNA trace evidence
at all?

Killers are smart these days.

Everyone watches CSI
on their tablet.

So, if you please, sign,
and I get back to my violinist.

Suicide? You identified her?

Dental records.

Her name was Eva Reyes.

She played at the Teatre Principal.

So, Eva Reyes kills Castana
and then drowns herself. Why?

Who knows? But two dead bodies,

practically in the same location
within a few hours? Come on.

It must be connected.

Excuse me. Yeah?

We're looking for Elvira Cortez.
She's not in her office.

Maybe at lunch, coffee, backstage?
Who knows?

Let's split up.

Blake.
Hi. Bit of forensic news.

Yes.

Eva Reyes, the violinist, the one
who drowned herself at Cala Murta.

Yes.

Well, it turns out she was pregnant.

About four months.

Can you tell who the father is?

Sure. Just a simple DNA test.

Great. Crosscheck against Jose
Castana.

Soon as you can confirm,
let me know. No problem.

? Nessun dorma

? Nessun dorma

? Tramontate, stelle!

? All'alba

? Vincero!

? Vincero... ?

Not bad... for an amateur.

I just wanted to see what
it felt like.

Ah, yes, the man centre stage,

dominating proceedings while
his adoring fans look on.

Oh. It's not quite how it works.

Miranda Blake.

You are...?

Anna Hammond.

Lead viola and voice
of musical sanity.

We have a dress rehearsal in 20
minutes, so if, er, Pavarotti here

wouldn't mind vacating the arena.

You must've known a woman called
Eva Reyes? She played the violin.

Yes, I know Eva.

Sweet child.

But... you just referred to her
in the past tense.

Why?

Eva was...

.. an innocent.

Vulnerable.

A wonderful player too.

And of course beautiful.

Which meant it was only
a matter of time

before Jose took an interest
in her.

He wanted to help her?

Oh, yes.

Very keen that she
progress professionally.

Full of promises.

Only, Jose's interest came
at a price.

And Elvira Cortez?
Does she know about this?

What do you think? She turns a blind
eye and counts the money.

And unless they went
along with his "help"?

Adios.

No more work.

Us musicians knew the score.

Jose - he ruined her life.

Promised her everything.

Then had her fired when he was
finished.

Why didn't you tell us about
Castana's relationship with Eva?

It didn't seem relevant.

Wasting police time is a criminal
offence. Oh, please.

Which we can arrest you for.

The women he had relationships with

understood the deal they
were making.

Be nice and Jose was nice to you.
They could always leave.

Well, maybe they didn't want to!

You know, lives, families,
a career in Mallorca.

I mean, how many other orchestras
are there here?

You sympathise with murder?

He bullied her into a relationship.

She then became pregnant with his
child and he rejected her.

Miranda...
No.

You enabled a sexist bully,

and one of his victims committed
suicide.

You're disgusting, do you know that?

Because I betrayed the sisterhood?
Please!

I suggest you either grow up
or get out.

Preferably both. We're leaving.

To know exactly what is going on
and to just let it happen?

I get it! Really.

Look, Carmen's cooking dinner.

Come over, have a drink.

Relax a little, hmm?

You made it.

Oh, yes. You invited me.

Come in.

Hi, Miranda. Hi. Smells amazing.

Thank you.

Oh. Gracias. De nada.

Ah! Here's Nico.

Er, who's Nico?

Hola. Hi.

Hi, how are you?

Good to see you.

Oh, wow. Thank you.

Erm, Miranda, Nico. Nico, Miranda.
Hi. Nico.

Hi. Oh. Nice to meet you.

OK.

Great. Erm, I just need to get
to the kitchen

and help Carmen with the seasoning.

Max. Hmm.

You told her he was coming, right?

Look, despite all the so-called
attitude, Miranda's shy.

Lonely, even.

Sometimes she needs a little push.

Are all men born stupid
or is it just you?

I can see no good way to answer
that question.

She's going to kill you.

And if she doesn't, then I will.

I'm so sorry.
Believe me, I told him to tell you.

Don't worry.

This has all the hallmarks
of a Max plan.

Clumsy, obvious and stupid.

He's cute, though - Nico.

Sure.

But also maybe a little dull?

Oh, God, I mean,
I wasn't going to say, but wow.

I mean, there's nothing wrong
with cycling, but...

Sorry. Disaster.

But Max means well.

He always does.

It's probably the reason
I'm still with him.

Apart from the sex, obviously.

Obviously.

I was surprised, you know,
the whole marriage thing -

that you didn't just say yes.

Hmm, so was I.

I thought about it.

But...?

I had to think about it.

Mmm.

He's a nice man.

I mean, he's irritating sometimes,
but he's nice.

He really wants you to be happy.

You can be hard to read sometimes.
Mmm.

Emotional poker face. It's a gift.

It's OK. I get it.

Why should we all have to open
our hearts to the world

all the time?

People aren't always who
they appear to be.

Erm, dinner was lovely, thank you.

Max, we need to check something.

Sorry.

What if they're all lying?

What if the lawyer lied to us
about the will?

And Elvira Cortez too.

You think Domenica didn't
know about her husband's behaviour?

All of them. They could be lying.

Do you see that?

Two tiny dots at the end of
the ink line, from the autopen.

OK.

Now, if we compare that
to the will...

There.

What do you see?

The same.

Two tiny dots.

Which means Castana's signature
wasn't made freehand.

Someone's forged it.

With an autopen.

Elvira Cortez?

But why do that and then give all
the money to a kids' charity?

Doesn't make sense.

Oh, I think it does.

Do you remember the photo
in his office?

Elvira's daughter.
The one who died.

Who do you think the father was?

What do you want?
You can't disrupt rehearsal.

We have a performance tomorrow.

Oh, that's actually what I want to
talk to you about. Your performance.

Queen bitch of the opera,
I mean, you totally had me fooled.

But you were a victim too, right?

I don't know what you're talking
about.

You changed Castana's will without
his knowledge,

knowing he would never check.

Everything he owned to your charity.

And then you heard about Eva Reyes.

And you knew he treated her so
badly, she killed herself.

She called me...

.. that night.

But I was too late.

He betrayed me and my daughter.

Ruined life for years.

He killed Eva.

I know that.

He had to die.

I couldn't let him do it
to anyone else.

I told him a fan wanted to
see him in private.

I killed him.

Elvira Cortez, I'm arresting you for
the murder of Jose Castana.

Max! Max! Move, move.

Turn it off! Now!

Max, she's going upstairs!

No, no, no, no, no! Don't do it!

She's lying! It's not true.

I kill him.

I killed my husband!

He was a cheat, he humiliated me
with all these women,

made me a laughing stock,
so I stab him.

I should be arrested, not her.

It's not true. I kill him.
I admit it.

No!

They're both lying.

It was me.

When I heard what had happened
to poor Eva...

.. I decided...

.. enough was enough.

I killed him.

It was me.

What the hell is going on?

Arrest me, not them.

No! It was me.

I kill him!

I kill him!

No! I killed him.
I am the one you want.

It was me. It was me.

It was me. It was me.

No, it was me. It was me.

26 signed confessions.

All claiming to have killed
Jose Castana.

27, actually. Just got another one.

So, what the hell do we do?
We can't arrest them all.

You're the boss. Your call.

Jose Castana's dead.
His money goes to charity.

And all the people that he hurt
got their revenge.

? Operatically! ?

Maybe justice has already been
served.

So, you're suggesting we do nothing?
You, Blake?

The woman who loves procedure.
We don't have a case.

There's no forensics to link anyone
to the crime. Just 27 confessions.

I mean, who do we believe?

Obviously, officially,
the investigation is ongoing, but...

Do you truly believe
he was the man they say he was?

That he abused all those women?

Yeah. I do.

No.

Impossible.

No, the investigation is still open,
but not with you two, obviously.

The case will be... reassigned.

OK, you can go.

OK.

Here we are.

Well?

Very nice.

How much?

Oh, you can afford it, I promise.

And you can even swing your cat.

Oh! The bathroom.

Not crappy.

But now...

HE LAUGHS

Well?

It's fine.

You like it. Yeah, I said it was
fine, didn't I?

No, no, no, no, you love it.
It's perfect for you.

Miranda Blake, welcome to
your new home. Huh?

Max Winter has done it again.

No, I'm still not hugging you.

Just a small one? No, Max.

? We got time on our side

? It's never too late

? If you want me now

? It's gonna have to wait

? Oh

? Ooh-ooh-ooh... ?