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♪
Biddly-bum-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom ♪

Mallory.

Why don't you maybe be
quiet for a little time now?

My apologies, mon amigo, I'm
just very excited to be back.

Alonso!

Five,

four, three, two, one.

Noguera!

Noguera!

Noguera!

Alonso? Alonso!

Ooh!

♪ But despite all
the temptations ♪

♪ To belong to other nations ♪

♪ He remains an Englishman ♪

♪ He remains an E-e-e ♪

♪ Englishman ♪

Oh, what?

Well, we're almost there.
And I've suffered enough.

Nope. These guys suffer.

They've done the suffering
so we can reap their reward.

Every note is a day's pain.

- But, yeah, conversation for another time.
- Yeah.

Okay, our escapee.

Aled Mallory.

Studied accountancy in London.

Worked in London for 25 years.

Got a nicely paid
job in Barcelona.

But I guess the
money wasn't enough.

Ended up cooking the
books and going to jail.

For some reason, they
were moving him here.

Overcrowding in Barcelona?

It's a question.

But an escaped prisoner,
though. Kind of interesting.

He's hardly Hannibal
Lecter, Max.

Okay...

Muchas gracias,
Officer Guijarro.

All right.

So the guard they knocked
out is called Noguera.

He's been signed
off for three days.

- Very quick. No witnesses.
- Mm.

Only after the fact.

The planning. Quiet road.

Minimal violence. Slick.

And the transfer was
last minute. Inside help?

Information at least.

- Let's check out the van.
- Yeah.

Here.

Hm. Looks like he didn't have
time to take any of his stuff.

Or he didn't care.

Oh. It's quite
oppressive in here.

I know, but can we
just focus, please?

No family photos.

Only a Greek goddess.

Roman, actually.

Juno Moneta. The
protectress of money.

Mallory named his holiday
home in Mallorca after her.

Yeah. Quite amusing, I suppose,
for a dishonest accountant.

Well, you must be Detective
Blake and Detective Winter?

Detective Benito Mancuso,
Barcelona Police.

But you can call me Benny.

I'm here to
investigate the escape.

Oh, me too.

Max.

Well, I'm glad you're
here, Detective Mancuso,

because I've got some
questions for you.

Why was an accountant jailed
for crimes in Barcelona

being transferred
here to Mallorca?

That is a good question, huh.

But I'm not gonna answer it.

How about we do this outside
in the fresh air? Yeah?

All right.

Wow. Nice car. Is that yours?

Yup.

And what is that, a V6?

1987.

Not to interrupt the,
er, male bonding,

but as we're working on the same
case, perhaps we could discuss it?

Well, it would be helpful if
we were, but since we're not...

From the Chief of Barcelona
Police giving me jurisdiction.

No, no, no. This is
a British citizen.

- On our island.
- Our island.

Never heard you
call it that before.

She can be a little
up and down about it.

Well, it's understandable.
England has all the good weather.

Well, Inspector Villegas

from Palma Police will
never stand for this.

I look forward to her call.

The commissioner says Detective Mancuso
has jurisdiction over the Mallory case.

He has also been granted

full use of local uniform
to conduct searches.

Oh, thanks so much for
fighting our corner, Inés.

Erm, should we wave protest banners
outside the Commissioner's office?

Hm...

Hey. I wanted this too, okay?

But it's out of our hands.

And it's not like we don't
have other cases, so...

If it's any consolation,
the commissioner says

Mancuso has closed a lot
of big cases in Barcelona.

Well, he seemed
pretty impressive.

Max has a man-crush.

Look, why are they sending
their best detective

for an escaped accountant?

As of now, that is no
longer your concern.

Noguera was transferred to
Mallorca two months ago.

Guess from where?

Alcatraz.

The same Barcelona
prison as Aled Mallory.

Coincidence?

Yeah. Maybe.

No, Mallory's escape was depandent on
a lot of information getting through.

You think Noguera was in on it?

I think the guy was assaulted
and left unconscious.

You heard Inés.

You're right.

Officer Noguera was assaulted.

A Mallorcan citizen.

A crime with local jurisdiction.

I'm going to miss us
hanging out like this...

when they fire you.

There was smoke.

Someone hit me.

And that was the end, you know?

Er, I woke up. It was,

"Hey, Noguera, are
you okay, man?"

- Then the hospital.
- Mm.

But you knew Mallory pretty well
from the prison in Barcelona, right?

You didn't suspect anything?

I didn't know him.

He was quiet. In
his cell always.

My sister and her husband.

They have... What
is it, inheritance.

Maybe retiring here. I look
at properties for them.

Oh. Must be a nice inheritance.

Yeah, people like us,

we never come close
to this money.

Hola.

No...

Detective Mancuso.
What a nice surprise.

It is very much a surprise.

Well, before you get aerated,
we're here to take a statement

about an assault on
a Mallorcan citizen.

Of course. Yeah, someone
should do the police work.

I'm just here to
clean the windows.

Detective Blake, can
I have a word, please?

Aerated?

This means, like, "fluffy"?

No, no. Not fluffy.

Irritated or annoyed.

Oh, like you.

And also me when you lie.

Does your inspector
know you're here?

Okay, so it's not
just me you ignore.

A delivery. Sorry.

The thing is, I hate
having to make complaints.

You know? All the paperwork.

It drives me crazy.

Is this how you get
your kicks, Mancuso?

You just sweep in and treat the
little local cops like idiots?

Only if there's no football on.

You two look like
you're having fun.

Erm, yeah, but since we've
got a statement now...

- Don't we, Miranda? Yeah.
- Yes.

We should get back
to the office.

Erm, where's Noguera?

Noguera, run!

Get cover!

Get back! Get out of the way!

Max! Get cover!

Get out of the road.

Max, get out the way!

Blake, shoot the damn tyres!

She doesn't have a gun.

Where's Noguera?

He ran.

What the hell were
they doing there?

Are you okay with them
going against your orders?

Okay, okay.

You want to lower your voice
and how you talk to me. Okay?

Whatever they were doing there, we
now have an attempted kidnapping

of a Mallorcan citizen,

and guns fired on
a Palma street.

So you need to tell
me what you know.

Or I can call the commissioner.

Detective Mancuso...

Mallory was helping
people avoid tax.

Pocketing millions of euros, skimming
off the top at his Barcelona firm.

He was facing a lot of years
in prison so he cut a deal.

Freedom? If he gave
up his clients.

Yeah. Important clients.

Mallory wanted a transfer to
Mallorca as part of the deal.

You know, he owned a holiday
home here before it was seized.

Can Juno Moneta.

So the men that tried
to kidnap Noguera

somehow knew that he
helped Mallory escape?

It's also possible that there is
a leak in the Barcelona Police.

Which is why the investigation
was being kept small.

Any idea which of Mallory's
clients would have hired these men?

It's a long list.

Impossible to know who
had the most to lose.

Excuse me.

Well, they can't keep us
out of this now, can they?

Have those protest
banners ready, Detective.

The kidnap van has
been found dumped.

Looks like it's been
wiped clean of prints.

Mm. No surprises.

So we just wait and see
if Noguera uses his phone?

So Detective Mancuso has
agreed to accepting our help.

- Hm.
- Hey, isn't that great, huh?

Miranda?

Yeah, I'm happy for you to take over
surveillance at Can Juno Moneta.

Surveillance at a searched villa
that Mallory wouldn't ever go near?

What would you suggest?

If you're point-person
on the escape,

we investigate Noguera's
attempted kidnapping.

Okay. Done.

Good. Good.

Detective Mancuso.

Of course, we'll need
Mallory's client list.

To help us with
our investigation.

Of course. But I expect
you to keep me updated.

No, that's what we
thought as well.

Okay, sure. Thanks, Roberto.

Bye.

No prints on the van.

No phone calls inside the
island from Noguera's phone

except for the
luxury villa people.

Now that can't be right.

Hm...

You know I was thinking
about the brochures.

Maybe Noguera was using those viewings
to scope out a safe house for Mallory.

Yeah. A chance to get
the security codes

of the empty villas.

You think we should
mention it to Mancuso?

No. And I'm not
game playing, okay?

This could lead us to Noguera.

He needs a safe house
himself at the moment.

So we think Noguera's
using a burner phone?

Yeah, of course. He's gonna
need help to plan it all.

But plan with who, though?

Not like he'd been on the island
long enough to make friends.

He might have made one.

Found that in his jacket pocket.
There's "Lupe" written on the back.

"Los Ultimos Mohicanos."

It's a biker bar.

A biker bar?

I don't know him.

We found this in his apartment.

Oh. It's your handwriting.

So why did he have that?

He came in a few
times. Arrest me.

Try me one more time.

He was this lonely guy.

I served him drinks
maybe two or three nights

and he asked for my real name.

Here I'm Mina.

We're not allowed
to do this, so...

he said he will make my tip 10 euros
more if I told him the real name.

And did he speak
to other people?

No. And I'm losing tips now.

Your number. In case we
have to come back to you.

Oh.

The bikers Mallory used for the
escape must have been hired from here.

And I reckon Lupe knows a lot
more than she's letting on.

We can check her phone records.
See if we can tie the two of them.

Ah, Barcelona.

They've sent through a
list of Mallory's clients.

What?

Well, there's some
company execs.

An accountant.

Some soap actor. I don't
see any master criminals.

Er, why are there gaps?

Here, Lopez, blank.

Asensio, Santez,
blank. Pedri, blank.

He's edited it.

Mancuso's jerking us around.

And you know what,
I guarantee you

that he wanted us to refuse
surveillance on Can Juno Moneta.

What is he doing?

Maybe we should go and find out.

If you're gonna need a safe
house, why not make it a big one?

Neil Diamond.

Gilbert and Sullivan.

Bob Dylan.

Our man Mallory
has eclectic taste.

Oh. From the poster.

Can you get me details for a
company called "Cocodrilo"?

- If you can get an address...
- Hey!

That would be great.

Okay, thanks!

That four-by-four was
at Lupe's bar. Come on.

Two five six, that's all I got.

The plate is obscured.

- Max, they're disappearing.
- I'm trying.

They're too far ahead.

We'll never catch them.

Let's try something
else. Cocodrilo.

Ah, we've got an address. Vamos.

All right.

Cocodrilo's a Mallorcan
construction company.

It was registered last
year by an Elsa Navarro.

We're here to see Elsa Navarro.

High security for a
construction company.

Our four-by-four.

No actual way...

What?

That's Leon Grec. Mob
guy from Barcelona.

Ruthless.

Rumour he's behind the
murder of a female cop.

You mean the kind of guy who could
have an informer in Barcelona Police

and try to snatch a
man off the street?

Yup.

Okay...

Mr. Grec?

I have friends who
smoke 200 dollar cigars

and drink cognac to
prove they enjoy life.

This is my cognac.

Chi-chi.

Oh...

This is Elsa Navarro.

She is kind enough to keep
Castille for me in her stables.

Oh, Ms. Navarro. Good.

You're the registered director of a
construction company called Cocodrilo.

Your accountant, Aled Mallory,

escaped from a prison van on
the island yesterday morning.

We're trying to find him.

I have no use for a criminal.

I haven't seen him
since he went to prison.

Mr. Grec?

Are you involved in Cocodrilo?

I own several companies.

Elsa oversees them for me.

We saw the four-by-four in your driveway
outside Mallory's holiday home earlier,

as well as outside a
biker bar in Algaida.

My staff has business to
do all around the island.

I don't know where they go.

There's also the matter
of a missing prison guard.

Sorry to hear you have mislaid
so many people, detectives.

I'm sure Elsa would not mind if
you wished to search the property.

That won't be necessary.

You know the Friesian
breed, detectives?

You can feel such
trust with them.

You can train them to
do incredible things,

but then one day
if they want to,

they can turn.

And then all the trust is gone.

Mm.

Castille.

What's going on?

That was an experience.

Grec has to be the client
Mallory was planning to dish on.

Okay.

- But let's stay focused on...
- Max!

What the hell are you doing?

What am I doing?

You walk into the middle of my
investigation and wreck the case!

What do you mean,
"wreck your case"?

Hey, hey! Let's take a breath

and go and talk this out.

I mean this is really
lovely and everything

and even though we have
nothing else to do today...

Mancuso, if I wanted mind games,

I'd ask Inés for the day off.
What the hell do you wanna say?

I have a tap on the phone
of one of Grec's associates.

Oh, now you share.

Can I talk?

Noguera got spooked
after this morning.

Decided to offer Mallory's
location to Grec for 200,000 euros.

Oh, nice guy. How was
he going to do that?

Call Grec's contact
at 5 pm today

detailing where
to drop the money.

Providing the
collection goes to plan

he'll call soon after
with Mallory's location.

Are you sure about
this phone tap?

Grec came here today to watch Mallory's
last breath, and fly out again.

I was giving him space
to think he could do that

so we could arrest him.

And then...

Then you showed up.

Well, sorry, but this is what you
get for keeping us in the dark!

And worse still, you actually
had us wasting our time.

I'm trying to
convict a mob boss.

Maybe you should be better at
your jobs so I can do mine.

How dare you speak
to us like that.

You forgot to say
"On our island."

- Go to hell.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Is this helping anyone? You
guys feel better for this?

We're going to
sort this out now.

We're going to work
together, yeah?

Fine.

Fine.

Doing my head in, you two.

Oh, you know what?

We'll go in the same
car to discuss the case.

Er, I don't think so.

Hey. Lupe's phone
records came back.

Four calls from the prison
guard house in the last week.

Oh. And the times tie in
with Noguera's shifts.

And three calls from Lupe Valdez
to an unregistered number.

Maybe Noguera's burner.

Mm. She might have known Noguera
a little better than she said.

Yeah. Well, I'm just going
to put this out there,

but I could get used
to being chauffeured.

Oh, and you know, you two
are in the companeros seats.

Ah...

Wow.

Three detectives now.

When my Grandmother
has her bag stolen

it takes two weeks for the
police to call her back.

But now I understand.

This is Detective Mancuso.

- Mm-hm.
- He'd like you to tell him about the calls

between you and Noguera.

Especially the ones just before a
man escaped from his prison van.

Okay, I lied.

I told you, this with clients,

it's not allowed, I
could lose my crappy job.

But I don't know
nothing from any escape.

- No.
- Okay. Look at these, please.

No.

- I don't know these people.
- You sure?

- Yeah.
- Okay, then thank you for your time.

And if you hear from
Officer Noguera,

I strongly suggest, for your sake,
that you contact us immediately.

Did I just see you put a
listening device in Lupe's bag?

If Noguera's
staying out of sight

then he's gonna need someone to
check the money's been delivered.

I'm pretty sure listening devices
are illegal without a court order.

Great. Let's go to a judge.

That might only take a week.

The most important thing now
is to get a lead on Noguera.

And he knows what will happen if
Grec gets him first, so, yeah.

Makes sense he'd send someone
he trusts to pick up the money.

Or, you know, Lupe.

Yeah? Easy-peasy,
lemon difficult.

Thank you.

So you don't have a partner?

I did. For a while.

Too much of a lone wolf, huh?

Just like Miranda when
she first arrived.

I wasn't a lone wolf.

Sure you weren't.

But now though, look at us.

Hopefully, you'll find the same.

Mm. Might have to work on your
people skills first, though.

Lupe just told her boss
she needs to take an hour.

Four forty-five. Time
for the money drop.

Looks like you might be right.

Put the phone down, Lupe.

- Okay, Lupe, you're under arrest.
- Leave me alone.

I've done nothing!

Leave me alone, I've
done nothing. I'm...

We've already got you for
assisting a prison escape.

You want to add accessory
to murder to that?

Murder? What are
you talking about?

That package is
blood money, Lupe.

A man will die unless you
tell us what you know.

Is... I... I don't know
nothing about anyone dying.

Noguera ask me to meet
an English guy in Alcudia

and drive him to
Raiguer. That's it.

Where in Raiguer?

The English guy got out, walking

and I don't know,
I didn't see where.

And today with the money?

Noguera phoned me at the
club. He said he needed money

to get out of the country.

People are trying to
hurt him, you know?

Where were you taking it?

I don't know yet.
He's phoning me.

But we were going to have a life,
you know, away from all this.

And how were you gonna tell
him you have the money?

Text, I sent him
this, the thumb.

Before you got here and,
and wrecked my life.

He's already called
Grec with his location,

and we have nothing.

Well, maybe not.
Wait, wait, Max.

The idea you had about the
properties Noguera was viewing.

Uniform are on to that, right?

You think any of those
could be in Raiguer?

- All right, vamos.
- I've done nothing por favor. Please.

Mallory.

Clean.

It's Noguera.

Mallory's glasses.

Noguera's burner.

Grec's men probably traced
the call when he phoned

to give Mallory's location.

- Yeah.
- So you suspected

Noguera was looking
for a safe house?

That was news to me.

Would you have listened to us?

Well, we got here
when we got here.

Noguera wasn't
very good at this.

Inés, Noguera's
dead, Mallory's gone.

What?

Are they sure about that?

Okay, thanks.

You might be wrong about
Grec not taking the risk.

Surveillance says
he's on the move.

So this is where surveillance
said they'd stopped.

Detectives.

I have business in
Barcelona, so...

my vacation is gonna be a little
shorter than I'd have liked it to be.

Senor Grec and I wish you continued
luck with your investigations.

I was sorry to hear about your
partner, Detective Mancuso.

My condolences.

Maybe we will talk
again in Barcelona, hm?

The same men Grec
hired to kill Noguera

are probably on their
way to kill Mallory.

And Grec, Grec is gonna
be nowhere near it.

We are part of his alibi.

Mancuso has ordered the
guard off Mallory's house.

Barcelona thinks
he's already dead.

Do you want to talk
to him about that?

Detective?

She made a joke about Mancuso's partner
not being able to put up with him,

and now we think maybe his
partner was killed by Grec.

Oh.

I guess that explains why the
case meant so much to him.

Yeah.

I'm not feeling guilty.

Try it.

I know it's not a
standard issue in Britain,

but you are in Spain.

I'm good.

What can I do for
you, Detective?

I didn't realise that Grec was
responsible for your partner's death.

Alicia Rodriguez was
a brilliant officer.

And there isn't a day
that I do not miss her.

But she died of cancer.

It was another officer
Grec had killed.

And many other people
had their lives ruined.

So, no, I don't need a personal
reason to want him in prison.

I don't buy it.

I saw your face when you
realised Grec's men had Mallory.

Okay.

Mallory was helping me
with information on Grec.

Yep, he'd had a change of heart
about whose money he'd been cleaning.

So why arrest him?

That wasn't my decision.

I was building up trust.

But my bosses became impatient.

And he felt that
you'd betrayed him.

I think that was the moment when he
decided he could only rely on himself.

You understand now,
Detective Blake?

Miranda.

May I?

Do you have Lupe's statement?

Er, yep.

We're going to charge her with
aiding an escaped prisoner.

Oh. I think she might have
actually had feelings for Noguera.

Yeah, especially when he told her
Mallory was giving him a million euros.

So, maybe an
exaggeration, but...

how was Mallory going to find
that with his accounts frozen?

Oh, he ripped off
a lot of clients.

Yeah.

So, maybe he had
money on the island.

May I?

Yeah, sure.

Okay.

Line of sight.

Shoulders, 45.

Centre of gravity.

Okay. You'll be a natural.

I have fired a gun before.

I just don't feel the need
to carry one around with me.

Wow.

There's so much I
could say about this,

but right now I thought
you'd like to know

there's a good chance
Mallory isn't dead yet,

so, vamos.

So there's a stash of
money on the island?

If Grec wanted Mallory dead, he
could have had him killed in prison,

but he didn't, he came here.

Oh, and Mancuso,
it's like you said.

Grec would want the
satisfaction of being there

when Mallory has to
hand him back the money.

Before he killed him of course.

But surveillance followed Grec
and Navarro to the airport.

But I got the manifest.
They weren't on the flight.

He played us.

What's the point going to
back to Can Juno Moneta?

- It's already been searched
- Maybe not everywhere.

My mother always said she'd
never met an accountant

she couldn't beat
in an arm wrestle.

'Cause they never
got any fresh air.

Well, I showed her.

Ow!

Clever boy. You always
had a way with money.

Now shoot him.

I see your hands move
and you are both dead.

Drop it!

- Hands in the air.
- Put your guns down. Now!

These are the detectives
you owe your life to.

Well, my words of thanks
can only be inadequate,

but if I ever do
find the right ones,

they will all be yours.

- You're welcome.
- I love the way this guy talks.

And hopefully the information
on that data stick

should be all you need to put our
dear Mr Grec in a tiny little cell

for a century or two.

Er, are we not taking him in?

He needs treatment. We
will talk to him later.

Let's go.

Ten thousand euros in cash

into the same account,
ten times a week.

Oh, and there's a
betting shop in Malaga.

Mallory's labelled
it "The Laundry"!

Uh-huh.

Mallory slipped his cuffs
in the hospital. He's gone.

No way.

Mancuso, you need to
liaise with Barcelona.

I have a feeling there will
be no urgency from Barcelona.

They have Grec, Navarro, the accounts,
and they don't need him to testify.

He won't get far anyway.
We've got all his money.

I'm not so sure. The money
from Can Juno is two million.

Half of what Mallory took.

But if you made me
choose who goes to jail,

I'd say we have the right man.

You cuffed him at the scene.

There could be questions
about his escape.

There could be.

It was chaos.

We are only human.

I'll sleep well tonight.

Especially after a few
drinks at Joan's bar!

Inés, vamos, Joan's bar.

First round's on me!

I'm surprised you got
Miranda to pick up a gun.

I'm surprised you think anyone persuaded
me to do anything I didn't want to do.

Well, maybe now you can
actually learn to fire it.

I can sign you up for a
course whenever you want.

Maybe. I'll think about it.

Well, this was very good but I must
prepare a report before I go back.

Benny, my man.

Good night.

- It was a pleasure, Detective.
- Buenos noches.

Good night.

All right. More drinks.

Mm, not for me.

It's one too many vino
tintos for mid-week.

You've had two.

And like I said, one too many.

- Good night everyone.
- All this "my island" talk.

A Spanish officer would
stay until the bar was dry.

Well, you know Miranda, she
needs very good reasons to stay.

Oop, she left her jacket, maybe
you can make her change her mind.

Hm.

Always.

Forgot my jacket.

Yeah, I er... I had
it ready for you.

You okay?

Of course.

Hey, er, just one
round of tequila?

Come on.

Good night, Max.

Fiesta tequila!

Ooh!

Next time on The
Mallorca Files...

I want you undercover.

They have a serial room thief.

I don't know
anything about that.

This is clearly meant
as a punishment.

We offer a far more personal
level of service here.

The guests have very
expensive tastes.

Lose the glasses. It's
already dark in the basement.

- Do you have a girlfriend?
- Er...

It's complicated.

This is a small island, Miranda.

We can't be chasing high-profile
criminals every day, can we?

Well, if this is a punishment,
we should try failing more often.