02x01 - The Maestro

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MUSIC: Don Giovanni
by Mozart and Da Ponte

OPERA CONTINUES

Well?

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

I mean, wow.

HE EXHALES

Jose and Domenica Castana.

Two brilliant artists
in perfect harmony.

I know. Stunning.

Sh! Sorry.

Sorry. I just get
carried away sometimes.

Sh!

HE EXHALES

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.

SHE WHISPERS Que?

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... ♪

SOBBING

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 m*rder.

Multiple suspects, the
glamorous victim...

PHONE RINGS ..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.

MUSIC POUNDS

Oh.

MUSIC STOPS

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 k*ller used gloves.

Erm, any other injuries?
Defence wounds?

Maybe he was taken by surprise?

Or he knew his k*ller 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 m*rder 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 k*ll her.

Over 100 people had the
opportunity to m*rder 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 k*lled?

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?

DOORBELL CHIMES

OPERA MUSIC PLAYS

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.

SHE SNIFFS

MUSIC STOPS

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 k*lled 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.

OPERA MUSIC RESTARTS

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!

MUSIC BEGINS

♪ 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.

m*rder, suicide
and k*ller 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!

HE LAUGHS

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 ill*gal.

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 k*ll 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 k*ll 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.

VERA CLEARS HER THROAT

SHE SINGS A HIGH NOTE

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.

PHONE RINGS Sorry.

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.

KARL CLEARS HIS THROAT

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 b*tch?

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. DOOR CLATTERS

Yeah. Oops. It's terrible.

Es ist ein Scheissdrecksloch,
wenn du mir fragst.

Genau, es ist ein winziges
kleines Scheissdrecksloch.

Richtig beschissen!

MAX LAUGHS

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?

K*llers 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.

DOOR BANGS

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.

PHONE RINGS

Blake. LUISA: 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 m*rder?

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?

SHE SIGHS

GENTLE MUSIC PLAYS

DOORBELL RINGS

You made it.

Oh, yes. You invited me.

Come in.

Hi, Miranda. Hi. Smells amazing.

Thank you.

Oh. Gracias. De nada.

DOORBELL RINGS
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 k*ll 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.

WHISPERS: 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?

OPERA MUSIC PLAYS

MAN CRIES OUT

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 b*tch 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 k*lled herself.

She called me...

..that night.

But I was too late.

He betrayed me and my daughter.

Ruined life for years.

He k*lled 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 k*lled him.

CAST MURMURS

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

Max! Max! Move, move.

Turn it off! Now!

Max, she's going upstairs!

CAST GASPS

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

She's lying! It's not true.

I k*ll him.

I k*lled 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
k*ll 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 k*lled him.

It was me.

What the hell is going on?

Arrest me, not them.

No! It was me.

I k*ll him!

I k*ll him!

No! I k*lled him. I
am the one you want.

It was me. It was me.

No, it was me. It was me.



All claiming to have
k*lled Jose Castana.


got another one.

CAST MURMURS

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... ♪