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Come on. Can go.

Are they ready? Yeah?

Oliver! Laura.

Como estas? Muy bien gracias.

Ana. You look wonderful. Thank you.

Ernesto, I am so sorry for your guests that you are retiring.

Muchas gracias mi a senora.

Hugo. Welcome.

Chef!

Oliver! Que tal?

Sebastia would like you to know the sea bass is phenomenal.

Really. I'm sure it is!

Toni will take you to your table.

We'll have the tasting menu - for four.

This is a quenelle? It's flat! Flat!

Sebastia, mesa dieciseis.

Four tasting menus.

You told His Majesty I recommended the sea bass?

Oliver would like substitutions.

Of course, he would.

Sebastia...

Mmm. Mm.

Ah, simple rule in pouring wine for me - ask yourself...

"... Could he drown in it?"

Perdon.

More precision. More precision!

Mmm. It looks so good!

Mmm.

Tuck in, Ernesto. It's some of the best food you'll ever eat.

Hmm...

I'm so sorry, Oliver! Dios mio! Erm, Toni!

Toni, water! Water!

Thank you. Please forgive me.

It's nothing. You haven't lived

until you've seen 100 euros' worth of wine spill down your trousers.

Get off!

Hmm... Mmm.

I'm just going to, erm...

.. freshen up.

Whoopa!

Good morning, my companera.

It's such a beautiful day, I swung past my favourite pasteleria.

Huh? Already eaten. Thanks.

That is not breakfast.

It is when your in-tray looks like that.

Mmm!

Gracias.

Carmela's? The one and only.

Perfect with one or two leisurely coffees,

which I, um, forgot.

Damn. Now my mouth is dry just thinking about it.

Fascinating. Hm.

Do you recognise this man? Hmm.

That's Oliver Barker. Big friend of Sebastia Serra.

Sebastia Serra?

One of the best chefs in Spain.

He opened Son Sebastia here.

Michelin star.

Huge reviews.

Can't believe you've never heard of him!

Did I say I hadn't heard of him?

Just not that interested.

Oh, I know what a carrot air is supposed to do

to a tangerine granita. Uh-huh? Oh, yeah.

I just don't care.

Otherwise, a huge fan of experimental cuisine.

So, Ines, what's happened to renowned food critic Oliver Barker?

He died in hospital.

He fell from the balcony at Son Sebastia two days ago.

A suspected heart attack.

Ay dios mio! Mm-hm.

And then, this morning, we received this.

"Oliver Barker, renowned food critic, died today aged 48.

"He had been poisoned.

"He died in his favourite restaurant, Son Sebastia,

"on the island of Majorca. Police are investigating. "

Sent to his newspaper the same day he ate at Son Sebastia.

That's a pretty sick e-mail.

So you think he was poisoned?

We await the autopsy for confirmation,

but all appears to suggest this was the reason for his demise.

Our technical team are hoping to trace the origin of the e-mail.

So that just leaves you to discover

who had a reason to want Oliver Barker dead.

Good luck.

How many restaurants on this island

do you think Oliver Barker's written a bad review of?

I'm really thirsty, you know.

We could have stopped for a coffee.

You're like this huge child, who stuffs himself with sweets

and then afterwards complains he's got a poorly tum-tum.

Can we discuss the case, please?

All I know is Barker gave Sebastia Serra

some of the best reviews of his career,

because Sebastia Serra is a culinary god.

He had his Michelin star at... 29?

Maybe 28. Mmm.

Michelin star - ah, yeah, that's that thing you need

before you can charge 20 euros for a bowl of soup, right?

Pfft!

Pick, pick, pick away at things you don't appreciate, Miranda Blake.

Oliver could be pompous, yes, but you forgave him

because he was a gatekeeper of gastronomy!

It's possible not everyone held that view, Senor Serra.

Can you start by telling us who had specific access to Oliver's food?

I prepared Oliver's food personally, as I always do.

Hmm.

So I'm your chief suspect, yes?

Well... Oliver Barker was one of your biggest champions and friends.

Anyway, I think we agree,

it would be crazy to poison a man in your own restaurant.

But, erm, can you help us?

What did Oliver eat?

The tasting menu, of course.

But that changes every day, right?

Did you do...

...the Basque-style cod?

On the bed of piquillo peppers...

Who else had direct access to Mr Barker's food?

We understand he didn't dine alone. My wife seated them.

I'm just the man in the kitchen.

She's devastated.

Oliver was her friend for 30 years.

Oh!

Max, that's worrywort.

It's Apfel-minze.

Apple mint.

It's worrywort. Causes impotence.

It probably is apple mint, but you shouldn't just be eating

random plants, Max.

You never know how dangerous they might be.

We're very sorry. It's so upsetting...

.. that he suffered.

My manners. Please do have some, Detective Winter.

Wow. Thank you. That's nice.

Mmm! Is that ginger?

Yeah, and rosemary.

Anyone born on the island knows it.

No. So, Paz, were you aware of anyone who disliked Oliver

enough to kill him?

Apart from Sebastia and Toni?

Oh, Paz! That's just not true.

Senora Serra, please let her speak.

No, I exaggerate.

But they were not happy when he came to the restaurant.

Oliver upset people.

Critics. They have too much power.

You'll find a lot of suspects.

Anyway, I was not working that day, so...

Laura, there's a wedding party this week.

Mm-hm. If you don't mind...

Thank you.

Please excuse her.

My son Toni and Paz are good friends.

She likes to be controversial.

But no-one hated Oliver.

He could be difficult.

Um, can you tell us about his guests?

Erm... yep.

Ana Gutierrez.

She's a food journalist.

A friend. Hugo Asensio?

He owns a beautiful delicatessen.

He makes his own sobrasada.

Oh, sausage? Hmm!

It's the heart of Mallorcan family tradition.

But, yes, a sausage.

And... Ernesto Villaronga?

He looked after Oliver for 20 years

at the Hotel Regalia when he came to the island.

He's retiring now.

So, Oliver was buying him lunch?

Maybe he deserved more.

Oliver was very demanding.

I noticed you had some CCTV cameras.

Yes, but Oliver's table was very exclusive.

You won't find film.

It was very private.

Toni served them.

He may have seen something.

Hmm.

Paz said you didn't like Oliver?

She's so helpful. But no.

No, I didn't. He was an idiot.

Everyone will say how much they liked him but they didn't.

They just feared him.

One bad review - half your customers gone.

Three months later, you're closing down.

He wasn't like that. Mama...

It's why I hate this industry.

I don't want my happiness to depend on one man having a bad meal.

Too much power.

You want to see this?

Mm-hm.

Ernesto, I don't think was enjoying the meal so much.

Perhaps he was... nervous.

Can we find these guys? It looks like they were taking photos.

I can get the booking name for you.

Yes, please.

Is there another camera?

So the management at Hotel Regalia

said Oliver Barker tried to have Ernesto fired - twice.

A missing suit and un-booked opera tickets.

Makes me feel better about Ines.

Well, you threaten someone's livelihood twice...

...they might not let it go.

So first you tell me that my friend was poisoned

and now you say you think it is I that killed him?

We're just looking at the evidence.

It's not a normal friendship when you have to worry about your job.

Oliver and I shared a lot.

Good sobrasada, fine red wines...

...Liverpool Football Club.

I asked him here today for this,

my retirement party,

but he was busy, so he invited me to lunch.

It was a friendship.

So what about the bottle?

Herbs in a spirit base.

I have eaten like a prince at the hotel for 40 years.

But I am old, and my digestion does not forgive me. Look...

May I?

You still seemed pretty uncomfortable on the video.

It's like you didn't want to be there.

I do not enjoy being served.

Also, Oliver's other guests...

.. they were more like associates, not friends as I know them.

That man Hugo -

they were enemies for over a year.

There he is, sitting with him at Son Sebastia!

Sadly, we cannot ask Oliver now why.

Well...

I hope you have a lovely party.

Can't imagine giving up work.

Can you?

When I retire to my vineyard in Binissalem, I'll invite you.

You're not retiring back to Germany?

When I have everything I need here?

I mean, the sun, the sea,

the sobrasada,

Carmen.

Course.

Though maybe don't tell Carmen she comes after a sausage.

That's very good of you, Senora Serra.

If you could e-mail that over?

OK. Thanks again.

Got the names and addresses of the guests on the adjacent tables,

so we can get the photos they were taking of Oliver.

Joan was telling me about Hugo Asensio.

Hugo applied for a loan to develop his deli.

Then the other investor dropped out and killed it.

The other investor was Oliver Barker.

Senor Asensio?

DS Miranda Blake, Palma Police. This is Detective Max Winter.

We need to talk to you about Oliver Barker.

Police? The poor man had a heart attack.

Ah, it may not be that simple.

Hello!

This is Ana Gutierrez,

also a friend of Oliver's.

She's here to write something about my sobrasada for her blog.

May I?

You were at Son Sebastia as well.

We'll need to speak to you.

Ana?

Excuse me. The light changes.

It's perfect, then it's gone.

Of course. We need to talk to you about Oliver Bar...

Ah, yes, but I have to be in Pollenca market now.

If I lose this opportunity, I can't finish my story.

Erm... you can find my number in here.

Hasta luego! Hasta luego!

Thank you. We'll call you later.

Can we talk inside, please?

But someone killed him.

It was a tragedy already that he was dead.

We know you had planned a property investment with Oliver

and he pulled out.

That must have been... He cost me money...

.. and hope.

I couldn't think about him for a year without spitting.

Then last week, he said he'd spoken to a property agent

about another site.

He invited me to lunch to discuss it.

Did you think you could trust him?

I was more concerned that I could forgive him.

But the old goat sounded so happy on the phone.

And if Ana could talk to him again...

Detective, would you prefer if...?

Thank you.

What do you mean, if Ana could talk to him again?

She and Biel, her ex-husband, they owned a bar,

brought in a high-end chef.

She thought it might win a Michelin star,

but Oliver closed them down.

One review. Wrecked it.

And wrecked her marriage.

But she forgave him.

Maybe she enjoyed spilling his wine at the table!

Anima Tinta.

Hmm! He wouldn't order that for me.

He only ordered that when Laura was around.

She's got better legs!

That's a 200 euro bar tab.

Talk about hitting a man where it hurts.

It's a shame we let Ana leave.

Please... try some.

True Mallorcan sobrasada.

Being presented with one is the ultimate seal of friendship.

Not sure Piggy would feel the same way.

Can I take one to go?

Thank you for your time.

You could've been a little more respectful back there.

Yeah. Yeah, like the respect you showed nearly passing out

in his kitchen?

Laws and sausages, eh, Max?

Two things you should never see get made.

Mmm. Back on the horse!

I like the finished product, what can I say?

Obsessed with it is more accurate.

We really need to do some digging into Ana Gutierrez.

I know.

And hey, I don't obsess about food,

I just have passions.

I bet you haven't even thought about your last meal.

Cheddar cheese sandwich and salt and vinegar crisps.

Sorry, what and what crisps?

Salt and vinegar crisps.

They're the only flavour worth having.

They prefer paprika here, of course.

It's only cos they've been raised on food from horror movies.

Let's head to Pollenca market. See if we can find Ana.

Ana was pretty nervous at Hugo's.

She couldn't wait to get out of there.

So maybe she didn't spill that wine accidentally?

There must be better ways to wind someone up

if you're that mad at them.

Ana!

There she is.

Ana? We need to ask you some questions.

Ana, stop! Ana, stop!

Ana! Stop!

Ana!

Huh?

I can do this all day, Ana.

I can't go to jail. I didn't mean to kill him.

This really isn't helping your case.

I didn't know he'd have a heart attack!

Max!

Palma Police!

Out of the way.

Whoa! Sorry!

Palma Police!

Enjoy your meal!

Three, two, one... roadblock!

Whoa!

Sorry!

OK, wait!

OK, but you have to talk to me, Ana.

You have to answer for Oliver.

You think I wanted to kill him?

Just tell me what you used.

Is there a danger to others?

Danger from what?

Don't play games with me.

From salt?

What do you mean? I put salt in his food.

What are you talking about?

We have information that suggests that he died of poisoning

after eating at the restaurant.

You think I poisoned his food?

I put salt on his plate.

In the sauce for the blackened cod.

Why?

He said my food was so salty, it was inedible.

I wanted to see if his precious Sebastia

would get the same review as me.

Oh, my God. I didn't kill him.

And you really expect me to believe that you didn't want Oliver dead?

I didn't! I just wanted to cause problems between him

and the great Sebastia Serra.

That's it.

But maybe there were problems between those two anyway,

even without me.

I saw Laura and Oliver at reception.

He looked at her like they were teenagers again.

What, they used to be together?

Of course. Oliver once told me that she was the love of his life.

I wonder what Sebastia thought when he saw it start up again.

Not cool.

So, what did I miss?

Is she under arrest, or what?

Why did Laura never tell us that her and Oliver used to be an item?

If it really was past history.

She didn't mention it because they are having an affair?

And Hugo knew that Oliver only ever ordered that Animal wine

when he was with her, so that suggests

that he still has feelings for her?

Animal wine?

Anima Tinta.

Got to allow me a little fun, Max.

Blake.

You're kidding me.

OK, thanks.

Well, that was Roberto.

We need to go back... to the restaurant.

Laura and Oliver were boyfriend and girlfriend at university.

So what?

I had ten girlfriends at university.

I don't remember some of their names. So what?

It's been suggested that Oliver still had feelings for Laura.

OK. And who says these things?

People observing them together.

People who knew Oliver's habits.

The wine that he drank here, and why.

We also know Oliver was in a business deal,

which would have brought him back to the island.

Say what you want to say.

Based on our evidence,

we think you had sufficient motive to want Oliver dead.

He played a dangerous game.

My restaurant.

My marriage.

What's this?

We just need to have a chat with your father.

Oh, about Oliver and my mother? What do you know, Toni?

Don't talk to my son.

I saw a letter from Oliver telling my mum that he still loved her.

She denied it, but... Go and be with your mother!

Toni, you're going to make it worse.

Sebastia?

You lied to me? What was that, "I'm going to ignore the letter,

"he's an old fool"? But you went back with him?

Don't be ridiculous. SHOUTS Say that one more time!

Drop the knife, Sebastia. Oh, go to hell.

This is family business. Now get out!

Listen, we know that the obituary

that was e-mailed to Oliver's newspaper

was sent from your apartment.

Hey, hey. No, no. Stand back.

No, no, Toni! Toni!

Get out of my way, Toni!

Toni, no! Argh, argh, argh!

Behave yourself.

You're under arrest!

Sebastia, but why?

You're under arrest, too!

So, my detectives have arrested Sebastia Serra for murder

after wrestling with him in his Michelin star kitchen?

The man came at his wife - and me - with a knife.

You don't think that temper means anything?

You both are going to apologise to Senora Serra.

It's a murder investigation!

He's a jealous husband, which is the oldest motive.

The fake obit was sent from his home,

and he actually prepared the food that Oliver was...

Oliver was not poisoned inside the restaurant.

What?

When he arrived here,

Oliver Barker was already a dead man walking.

Traces of amanita mushrooms were found inside his stomach.

The toxin is released after 24 hours, and then...

...irreversible organ damage.

My team are here?

Close this place down.

Chicos!

I didn't see that curve ball coming.

What now?

Now you're wondering about Sebastia?

No.

He's still a suspect.

We go with the evidence, Max.

But we did kind of provoke him into getting himself arrested.

We need to know if Oliver met with Sebastia

before he even came to the restaurant.

Oliver Barker was old school.

Odds are he'd write things down.

They're still holding his hotel room for us, right?

Let's go.

A retirement gift.

Welcome. Thank you for seeing us.

Oliver had paid until today,

so we have left his room for you.

Max!

I know my dinosaurs.

Right, three days ago - 15th.

Something at 1pm.

Do you know anything about it?

He said he was meeting someone for lunch.

Do you know who?

No.

"Dear Oliver.

"You're right. We need to talk.

"Meet me for lunch at our place on Tuesday at 1pm.

"Love, as ever, Laura. "

What is that?

A forgery. I didn't write this.

Where were you at lunchtime three days ago?

Three days?

At home. Working.

Paz will tell you. She brought over the menus.

Please tell me what I am meant to have done.

Well, Oliver thought he was meeting you.

"You were right. We should talk. "

So, if it wasn't you, who did he meet? Sebastia?

Where is "our place"?

In Cala Mago.

It's where I grew up.

The summer we were together, we would meet to hide from my mother.

Eat sobrasada with bread

that he'd bring from the restaurant where he worked.

It was a very special time.

What happened?

Why split up?

He was unfaithful.

Couldn't last.

Did you still love him?

Were you having an affair,

and Sebastia poisoned him?

I got pregnant, OK?

My last year of university.

Oliver said he would support me,

we'd get married...

...but I knew he wasn't being honest.

And I couldn't be a mother on my own.

It would never be allowed.

So what did you do?

I was sent to my aunt's house near Madrid.

I had the baby.

It was given for adoption.

I'm sorry.

And this is why you have to know

that I could not be with Oliver again like that.

Too many memories.

Too much pain.

Who else knew about Cala Mago?

They left me none?

We work with thieves and liars.

Well, the restaurant staff check out.

Anything on Paz?

She's on here. Oh.

Paz Casals.

29, born Avila.

Shoplifting charge, aged 13.

Ran away from home, got arrested. Hmm.

Doesn't scream stability.

Avila - that's 100km from Madrid.

I'm not crazy, right?

She was pouring that fancy lemonade at Son Sebastia.

Is that ginger?

Yeah, and rosemary.

"Anyone born here knows the recipe. "

Like she was local,

and we weren't.

So, she wants Laura to think that she's a Mallorcan.

Oh, my God.

What?

Senora Casals?

Paz?

Detectives, do you have any news?

We've got questions.

So, this documents your birth in Avila

on the same day that Laura Serra

states that she gave birth to a child,

which she gave up for adoption.

And this is a photograph of you when you were arrested aged 13.

And since then, you've had your birthmark removed,

and you've dyed your hair, but other than that you look a lot like Laura.

Your mother.

Which made Oliver Barker your father.

You didn't want anyone to know your identity.

Everyone else around Oliver from the time he was poisoned

has been accounted for.

Hate this day.

Don't move. Don't do it.

Put the mushrooms down!

I'll eat them.

I don't care any more.

No! No! No! No!

No!

Talk to us, Paz.

Other people keep their children with nothing.

You see Laura's son, Toni?

You see she kept him.

I know it was Oliver, who made her give me away.

I know she did not believe he would stay with her, so...

...she gave me away.

What happened at Cala Mago?

I wrote a letter.

Oliver showed up, expecting Laura.

I told him she had to be at the restaurant.

But you brought lunch, right?

Yeah, of course.

Sobrasada and pan artesano.

Like the old days for him.

I knew he would stay long enough for that

if it was a special gift from Laura.

And you made the sobrasada? Of course.

And you put the amarita mushrooms in it,

knowing that he'd be poisoned and definitely die?

Of course.

He ate one.

And then I told him Laura made one to take with him.

I just wanted to be sure.

He was so happy.

You wanted Laura to have the blame?

And I used Sebastia's computer.

I wanted her to think it was him.

I wanted...

What is it?

...to put a bump in their relationship.

Because Laura gave you away?

What about your adopted family?

You think Toni has the same?

I'm kind of relieved we're not locking up the island's best chef for murder.

It's a very sad ending, but if finding answers is our job,

well, you've done yours.

Oh. Thank you, Ines.

There were two sobrasadas.

What? What? There were two.

Paz said she made two.

Oliver took the second one, but...

...what happened to it?

He ate it?

I don't know. He was obsessed.

And that's fine if we knew, but we don't.

And also, it's heavy, you know?

He ate one himself already that day.

OK, well, we need to check on that.

Yeah. Ines, it's a gift, right?

You give it to friends, it's an honour.

Yeah, it's important. Yeah.

Oh, no. He's given it to someone and they're going to die.

Pick up the phone!

Urgh!

Salud, huh! Salud!

Ernesto!

Let's try round the back. Let's go.

Everybody!

A menjar!

Police!

Drop the sobrasada! Put it down!

It's poisoned.

I've brought my own supper.

If this is some re-educational programme

in the Mallorcan cuisine, then...

Mmm!

Hmm!

Not bad.