All language subtitles for The.Mallorca.Files.S02E06.

Hah!

My God!

What is your problem, Javier?

The music was upsetting my horses.

Point of fact, they're my horses.

Not until Xisco retires.

My grandfather retires
in less than three weeks,

so you are going to have to find a
way to work with me.

Or what?

Can't we at least try and get on?

You are going to be my
father-in-law, after all.

Over my dead body...

.. jefe.

Or, even better, over yours.

♪ When the moonlight shines

♪ Down on the sea

♪ And you think that you
got a shot at me

♪ Then set me free

♪ You got to set me free

♪ Yeah

♪ And surrender

♪ Surrender. ♪

Oh, stupid machine!

If it's just a machine,
why are you shouting at it?

You should be grateful
it's not you I'm shouting at.

If you hadn't left those reports
till the last minute,

we wouldn't be so up against it.

I'm not taking them home with me
over the long weekend.

Maybe we should go off grid
altogether.

Carmen and I are going on
an artists' retreat in Sant Elm.

Going to paint a little, hike.

I intend on brushing up on my
Catalan.

Seriously?
Hm. Si.

Save your holiday plans
until you are actually off duty.

I had a call in
about a credit card fraud problem

at a riding centre just north of
Arta.

Arta?
Mm-hm.

That's miles away.
Yeah.

And Rancho del Rey's even farther,
at the foot of the mountain.

My friends and I used to ride there
when we were children.

SHE SIGHS

Such carefree summers,
filled with fun and laughter.

It's hard to imagine.
Look, we've got a lot of paperwork

to get on with, Ines.
Then you'd better get moving,

because I promised Senor Rey
we would look into it.

Don't disappoint me.

Hey, it says here a number
of clients from Rancho del Rey

reported fraudulent activity
from their accounts

soon after visiting the ranch.

Perp's probably long gone.
It's basically an insurance job.

And we're driving all the way
across the island just to confirm it.

Well, actually, I'm driving,
you're complaining.

We may as well make a day of it, hm?

OK, Rancho del Rey.
Breeding and riding stables,

been around since the '50s,

although this website looks like
it's just been updated, actually.

Ooh, listen to this.
"Coming soon - La Vida Vaquero.

"Experience life as a cowboy,

"trekking over the mountains
and camping under the stars

"for a stress-busting weekend
out on the range. "

Oh, they're offering corporate
packages.

Well, there you go.
Why not give it a try?

"Stress-busting" and "horses"
aren't words I'd put together, Max.

Then you're missing out.

I used to do a bit of riding...

.. back in the day.
Ah.

It simplifies things somehow.

I'd rather simplify things with
a good run, thanks all the same.

We understand some of your clients
have had to cancel their cards.

It's a terrible business -
never happened before.

It's a good thing I am retiring.

Oh?

The whole world has changed and,
frankly, my grandson is welcome to it.

You called the police?

What choice do I have?

Pia Rey.

I'm sorry if my father's wasted your
time.

Someone must have been looking over
my shoulder when I took payment.

Four times?

I'm very careful with client
details,

and the computer's
password-protected.

Hallo!
The office is this way.

Hallo, hallo, hallo, hallo, hallo,
du schoner.

Let's just get this done and filed,
can we?

No passwords in the old days.

We kept things under lock and key.

Locks break, papa.

And you don't need computer access
to steal credit card details.

Have you noticed cards sticking a
little when you take payments?

It's called skimming.

See here, scuff marks where
somebody's attached the device.

It downloads details
from the magnetic strip

every time you swipe.

Are you saying someone broke in?
There's no sign of forced entry.

I don't understand.

Customers come in and out,
some of the staff,

but nobody handles payment except...

.. except the family.

Well, it's all too common,
unfortunately -

usually at gas stations or ATMs -

but it only takes a moment to fit,
and if your back was turned...

I knew that card-reader
would be a problem.

My grandson insisted on it
when he came back.

Jose's been at university in the UK.

Mm.
He has a business degree,

and he's right,
we're long overdue for an upgrade.

Well, perhaps
we can talk to Jose himself?

There, with his fiancee.
Jose Rey?

Palma Police.

I'll leave you to it.

This is why we need a security
camera.

It's on the list when the bank loan
comes through.

Having some work done, I see.

Knocking this place down, for a
start.

Building a high-end restaurant
to accommodate high-end clients.

It's part of the rebranding.

Could one of your builders
have fitted the skimmer?

Carl's been here twice
to take measurements.

The real work won't begin until my
grandfather's officially retired.

You only recently returned from the
UK, is that right? Three months ago.

So are you familiar
with all your current staff?

I know everyone, of course.
I grew up here.

OK. So there's yourself, your
mother, your grandfather. Who else?

Javier Santos is stable manager.

His daughter Belia - my fiancee -
runs kids' treks.

They've both been with us for years,
so have most of the stable hands.

Most?

I've been using some part-timers
recently,

just to prep for the extra custom
now the new website's up and running.

Speak to whoever you like.

Javier will round up the stable
hands for you.

Hey...

This guy knows you.

Ziggy was my first horse when I was
a kid.

He doesn't get why I don't have time
to mess around any more.

Probably best to leave us to it.

You'll find Javier in the tack shed.

You play me for a fool!

No, no, no, that's too much.

It's like velvet.

Have a feel.

Why don't you make a start in here?
I'll go find the fiancee.

No. No, no, no. I find another
supplier. It's your choice, muchacho!

Palma Police.

You had no right to keep it
from me, abuelo,

especially if you were going to
call the cops!

It is my responsibility
until the end of the month.

And I didn't want you involved,
for obvious reasons!

Let's keep it low key,
there's no need to alarm anyone.

Which one of you idiots
has been stealing from us?

When will you learn to trust
me?

Here. Take the bag.

Ketamine. Horse anaesthetic
with a hefty street value.

My cousin forced me, I swear.
I owe him money,

and he heard they were hiring here.

And the card-reader?
What card-reader?

You want to add resisting arrest

to theft of a controlled substance
and credit card fraud?

Bueno. Bueno, mira...

We need keep a lid on this.

I can't tell children
to lie to their parents, Xisco.

We just have to be honest -
these things happen.

Not here they don't.

Until now.

As you keep saying.

Your grandfather's upset, darling.
I'm not exactly thrilled.

You might want to vet your casual staff
a little more carefully from now on.

Lesson learned.

Your horses are ready.

I've got a trek due to arrive.

It's no reason to delay on our end.

But wait. This idiot was only taken
on a few weeks ago.

Long after the fraud began.

Since when have you been
checking up on me?

I'm trying to protect the business.

Then let the stable manager
handle the stables.

It's a transitional period.

That's one way of putting it.

Go back to work, Javier.

This is a family matter.

Let's get back
to your fraud problem, shall we?

Maybe this guy was working
with someone else.

Or maybe he's not our guy at all.

His rap sheet - all drugs.

You see?

OK, so who was new to the team
since the fraud began

and could've been in the office,
then?

I told you. I don't let any
part-timers in the office. I'm no fool!

Oh, and I am?

I didn't say nothing!

Maybe if you just gave me
a little bit of encouragement

instead of criticising me all the
time.

Don't, Jose. We all support you!

I'm going into town, better things
to do.

Please, you have to excuse
Jose. It's a very stressful time.

All the plans he's made for the
upgrades, and the bank on his back...

There's a lot at stake.

Wait! Jose!

You're not a fan of the upgrades?

I'm not a fan of debt, Detective.

I was taught to save, to avoid risk.

That's why I want this situation
cleared up before I retire.

Jose has enough on his plate.

Sorry.

The clients have arrived.

If you're so sure
it wasn't a casual worker,

and you trust your staff,
then it could be a repeat client.

We should cheque your record book
for dates that might fit.

I'll get it for you.

Gracias.

I bet their Christmas dinners are
fun.

No wonder Jose wants an upgrade,
though.

This place has zero security.

It's a miracle nothing like this
has happened before.

Yeah, but it hasn't, has it?

Never before, Senor Rey said.

So what's changed?

And who would know the difference?

I think I need to have a chat
with our cowboy.

I'll have another go
at the old-timer.

I've read that breaking in
a young stallion is an art form.

Do it with tenderness and care,

and you'll have
a loving companion for life,

but get it wrong,

the animal can be temperamental,
dangerous even.

Much like man himself.

It's just horse sense.

Here.

I, erm, need ask you a few
questions, Senor Santos.

Then you will have to keep up with
me, there is work to do.

I get the impression
you don't like Jose much.

I work for Xisco Rey right now,
and I answer to him.

That's all I have to say.

Max, Senor Rey's got something
to tell us.

I think it's time I explained.

My grandson wasn't at university
these last few years.

He was in prison in Norwich,
England.

For fraud.

Some ticket scam he got involved
with at boarding school.

I don't even understand.

How can you sell something
that doesn't exist?

But Jose did.

He was the ringleader.

A nice boarding school?

It was expensive enough.

I have to re-mortgage the house
to pay for it.

Pia was desperate
to get Jose away from trouble.

What kind of trouble?
His parents were getting divorced.

It was messy,
and Jose rebelled, as kids do.

Stupid stuff - taking cash
from customers' wallets.

So we sent him overseas, hoping
it would encourage discipline.

Instead, he gets an education
in white-collar crime.

Why didn't you tell us all this up
front?

Because it's a distraction.

Jose has paid for his mistakes,

and he swears he had nothing to do
with this situation.

Well, evidently you asked him,
though.

Suspected him yourself.

I'd like to withdraw my complaint
now, Detective.

I would never have called the police
if I thought it would compromise

my own family. Yeah, but it's not
that simple.

Fraud is a serious offence,

and if Jose has a previous
conviction, it's significant.

You can't just search Jose's things
without asking!

Let them get it over with.

Your father tried phoning him, Pia.

He's not answering.

My son may have been to prison,
Detective,

but he used his time wisely,

and he has big plans here.

They're just doing their jobs, Pia.
Jose need never know.

Detective Winter.

A card-skimmer.
No, por Dios!

What the hell is going on?

Jose Rey, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of credit card fraud.

No, no.

No!

Come on, Jose. You're a savvy
ex-offender with a previous fraud charge.

If I'm so savvy, then why would I
mess on my own doorstep? Eh?

Even the most accomplished criminals
can be blinded by greed.

So where is all the money I made?

I'm assuming
you checked my bank accounts.

Yes. Remarkably little activity,

especially for someone
planning a wedding.

Where did you get the money
for Belia's engagement ring?

It's a big diamond, especially
for an ex-con with no credit.

My mother got it.

But thanks for the added
humiliation.

Sparing your blushes isn't my priority,
funnily enough. Let's check that.

Si?

There were no prints on the
card-reader.

His laptop?

We know he's used a basic Tor
browser to access the dark web.

To dump or sell the card details?

There are other reasons a man
might venture into the hinterland.

Well, keep digging. I want something
concrete to rub his imperious nose in.

In fact, I want his prison record.
Full history, please.

I've just seen your perp in room two

having coffee and Quelis at my
expense.

I thought it was case closed?

Yeah. But we're just tying up
the loose ends.

What loose ends? You've got your
man.

Go and bail him
and get on with the formalities.

You're not the only ones looking
forward to a long weekend, you know?

SHE SIGHS

Oh, God...

SHE GROANS

She's so...

Happy thoughts, Miranda.
Think happy thoughts. Yeah.

All right, let's keep in touch.

Meanwhile, don't leave the island.

You're enjoying all this, aren't
you?

Big macho cop
flexing your big macho muscles.

Yeah. I work out.

You're just a coward hiding behind
that shiny badge of yours.

I admitted my mistakes,
despite all the doubters.

I can see why Belia fell for him.

Who wouldn't?

A real horse whisperer?
That's so beautiful.

It really was.

Sorry, Javier, the leather-faced
stable manager? Beautiful?

Well, the relationship he has
with his animals is.

He calls it horse sense.

No, it's just common sense!

You raise a child badly, it's
bound to reflect in the adult, no?

What if you are just born evil?

If you can be born evil,
you can be born good as well.

Everyone's shaped by their
environment, one way or the other.

The trick is to know how.

Here, look at this.

I've been going through
Roberto's report again.

Don't you think it's a little odd
that Jose went onto the dark web

without using a VPN
to disguise his identity?

I guess he didn't think he'd get
caught.

He got caught the first time round,
went to prison for it.

You just think he'd be smarter
if he was going to try it again.

Miranda, switch off.

We got the guy.

No-one died.

Belia!

Belia!

Let go! Jose's packing his things.
He can't stay here any more,

and he practically lives
at my place anyway.

He's no good, Belia.

Why won't you listen?
Because I know him!

An unpredictable colt
will always have the devil in him.

Jose's not a horse!
Belia! Ven, ven...

Deemed not to be a danger, served
full sentence, exemplary behaviour.

SHE SIGHS

Oh, God...

FOOTSTEPS

What the hell have you done?

No...

No, no, it's not what do you think.

What's happened?

I'll... I'll call an ambulance.
He's dead.

Jose!

So much for case closed.

Let's talk to the witnesses.

My father, he...

...he was furious.

He... He said Jose had brought
disgrace on us for the last time.

Told him to pack his things and get
out.

Nothing I said made any difference!

Just try and breathe, Pia,
try and breathe.

The more you tell me,
the better for everyone.

I don't know!

I... I was so upset.

I took a pill and went to bed.

I... I... I think... I think...

Next thing, Belia was shaking me
awake to tell me.

I don't understand it. I... I spoke
to Jose just before I drove over

and he was angry, sure,
but he knew I believed him.

Jose wouldn't do this! No, please,
it must be someone else!

Please, it must be someone else!

Pia smells like a bottle of scotch.

Her son has just murdered her
father.

I'd need a drink too, wouldn't you?

Oh, no.

So...

...credit card fraud
has turned into murder,

and it was you two who released
the killer on police bail

only a few hours before he struck.

Wait, that...

In all fairness, it was you
who told us to file the case.

We're coordinating with airborne,
we're trying to get a fix on his phone.

Technology won't help you out here.

Jose knows this terrain backwards.

There are plenty of places he
could hide out, and I should know.

I showed him.

If we leave now, we have a chance
of tracking him before nightfall.

On horseback?
Yes.

Well?
Why are you just standing there?

This is a manhunt. Go!

I'll tether you to my own horse
since you can't ride.

I didn't say I couldn't ride.
I just don't care to.

What's his name?

Fritz.

OK.

Good boy.

Bonita.

Hey...

Hey, Bonita.

Oh...

I guess I'm a little bit out of
practice.

Then you better catch up quickly.

Ah...

Because if I get to Jos before you
do,

I'll kill him with my bare hands.

I'm going to assume
you don't mean that literally.

You do not have a daughter, do you?

All right.

It's just like riding a bike.
Isn't it, Bonita?

You'll never...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa there!

Go left, left, left, left, left.
Yes.

That's it. Good girl.

Attagirl, Bonita.

We can do this.

I understand you're upset, Javier,

but can you think
what Xisco could have said

to make Jose snap like that?

I wasn't there.

No, but you know their
personalities, though.

Is Jose so hot-headed that he'd
trade a fraud charge for murder?

I don't recognise him
as the boy I once knew.

I taught him to respect nature,
cherish the land.

For what, huh?

I shouldn't have wasted my time.

He really hates Jose, doesn't he?

Hmm. Enough to frame him
for the credit card business?

What, Javier?

Seriously?

I was looking through
Jose's prison file last night.

His report was exemplary, Max.

His qualifications are genuine,
he avoided trouble,

barely put a foot wrong.

And he had Belia waiting for him
on the outside.

Yeah. So why would he throw it all
away?

Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa there, whoa there, whoa there.

Erm, we can swap horses, if you
like?

No, no, no, no, no.

Building a bond.

Hmm. That's not how it looks.

MAX GASPS

So what put you off, then?
Did you have a bad fall?

No, of course I didn't.

It's their eyes.

The way they look at me.

Makes me feel really uncomfortable.

It's like they know something
that I don't.

So you're worried
a horse knows more than you?

I didn't say "more", I said
"something".

Ugh. I knew I shouldn't have told
you.

Bear north, over the ridge.

Come on.

Hah!

It's him.

I'm sure.

And it's only a few hours old,

and no other groups
come this far off trail.

So, Jose must have crisscrossed
up from the east?

He's heading for the gorge, where he
used to go when things where bad at home.

Because of his parents' divorce?

Because of their marriage.

Pick up the pace.

If we don't reach the gorge before
sunset, we can't descend.

Use your reins, tonto.

That's Detective Tonto to you!

No signal.

We make camp till first light.

What? But if the moon's bright,
we...

If one of us breaks a leg,
we get paid leave.

If a horse breaks a leg,
it gets shot in the head.

Camp it is, then!

Jose will have to stop for the night
as well, so...

Or maybe he'll break his neck
and save me the job.

He's really starting to get on my
nerves.

Mm.

I mean, who is he trying to impress?

You have to admit he's pretty tough,
though.

Yeah?

Well, if I'm right,

we're stuck up here with the man who
drove Jose to murder his own grandfather.

I'd rather not focus
on what a lethal weapon he is.

You really think he's involved?
Yeah.

I think it's a distinct possibility.

Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey.

What the hell are you playing?

M- Max!

Max!

Look at this.

It wouldn't have killed her,

but it has a nasty bite.

You'll find supplies in the saddle
bags.

I'll light the fire.

Did you get a signal?

No.
Oh.

What?

You have good reflexes, Detective.

When you thought your partner was
in danger, you were quick to act.

Yeah.

I'm a trained police officer.

But you don't abuse your power,
like some.

I'm not throwing knives at people,
if that's what you mean.

Jose would have tried
to save the snake.

When he was a boy, he hated
violence.

Saw enough of it
in his parents' marriage.

What, actual physical violence?

That's why I took him under my wing.

To get him away from them.

Teach him equilibrium.

Serenity.

How to survive on the land.

And in here...

Salud, Xisco.

At least you're spared
the slow death of retirement.

He was looking forward to
retirement, though, wasn't he?

That's just what
he wanted everyone to believe.

Pride.

But Xisco's whole life
was Rancho del Rey.

It's why he hated leaving Jose in
charge -

because he didn't trust him.

Wait.

Xisco insisted
that Jose was a reformed character,

that he'd changed his ways.

Like I said...

.. it's what he wanted you to think.

For Pia's sake, I guess.

She won't hear a word against her
boy.

Aren't you going to offer me a sip?

I assumed...

Because I'm a woman?
No, because you are closed.

By the book.

My mistake.

No, thank you. I'm on duty.

I'm going to empty my bladder.

Good to know.

Javier?

No! Wrong direction.

Unless he's playing with us.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Sh!
Hey, hey, hey.

It's Ziggy.
Where's Jose?

He's sweating, agitated.
Something's happened to Jose.

Or Ziggy got spooked?

Jose and his horse have a bond.
All he'd need to do is whistle.

Oh, yeah, we need to find him.
It's too dark, the ravine...

He's on foot, possibly injured.

And how will it help
by risking our own lives as well?

Javier's right.
Rest up.

First light, we go.

Come on.

And what if he's
responsible?

All right.

Here, you sleep.

I'll keep watch.

All right, but wake me in an hour
and we'll swap.

Oh...

What do you know?

Oh, sorry. Sorry, I couldn't
sleep.

You must have been very worried
about Belia

when you found out her and Jose
were getting engaged.

No man wants his daughter
to marry a criminal.

People make mistakes, though,
don't they?

Some people break the law trying
to protect someone they care about.

And who was Jose protecting
by betraying his own family?

By killing his grandfather?

But you had a grudge against him
before any of that, didn't you?

I never had a son.

But I felt like a father to Jose
once.

I tried to teach him trust
when he saw so little at home.

And God knows...

.. Xisco never understood him.

What happened to Jose's real father?

Was he arrested?

Eduardo?

What for?

Well, you said he was violent.

It wasn't Eduardo.

It was Pia.

In her drinking days.

She was an angry drunk.

I saw her slap, kick, throw
things.

And, finally, Eduardo left...

.. but it wasn't till Pia hurt Jose
that she quit.

Hurt him? How?

She pushed him.

Dislocated his shoulder.

She's been trying to make it up to
Jose ever since.

And now the irony is her grovelling
has turned him into a murderer.

It will be getting light soon.

I'll saddle up.

Time to wake Lee Marvin.

You see? Bonita and I are a
team now.

All it took was a little patience
and mutual respect.

You have a theory, right?

Yeah,
but I can't prove anything up here.

Stop avoiding the question.

Trust your gut.

Trust your horse sense.

I think Jose was set up,
but not by Javier.

By his grandfather.

Xisco?

The old man hardly knew
how to use the card-reader,

let alone how to access the dark
web.

Or maybe that's just what
he wanted us all to think.

So Xisco set Jose up to get him
away from the business.

Jose finds out,
flies into a murderous rage...

Blood! It has to be him.

He really cares.

OK.

Hold on. I'm coming!

Hijo, stay where you are.

Do you need medical
attention? What for?

I'd rather fall down the ravine

than go to jail
for crimes I didn't commit!

We believe you were set up
for the card fraud.

Let's talk about it.

I didn't kill my grandfather!

Move a little forward
and I can take your hand.

No, no, no, no, no,
you're trying to trick me.

You don't understand.

I spent my life trying to please
my grandfather.

All...

All I ever wanted was to make him
proud.

I didn't kill him, please believe
me.

We believe you, Jose.

Yeah, and if you come back
with us, we can help you prove it.

Yeah, how?

Because if you didn't do it,
Jose, somebody else did.

Hijo!

If you hate me so much, just let go.

If I'm never to be trusted again,
let me fall.

No!

Who? Who has Xisco's blood
on their hands?

Oh...

They're inside.

Pia, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Xisco Rey.

She found out that Xisco had framed
Jose and saw red.

All I wanted was to protect my son.
Then why let him take the blame?

He could have died out there.
I couldn't think.

She was still drunk.

I knew that whatever Jose had done,
it was my fault anyway.

The way I raised him.

Let him down.

So I went to find him,

to beg his forgiveness,

to tell him I would stand by him.

Except it wasn't Jose I found.

You drunk again?

It was papa.

And I knew. I knew it right then.

I couldn't believe it.

He even defended his actions,
said Jose deserved it...

What are you talking about?

.. had it coming to him!

After everything
my son had been through...

.. I just lost it.

I found this in Senor Rey's closet.

His purchase history confirms
he bought the skimming device.

And his search history is like
a master-class for a novice crook.

Senor Rey hid behind the assumption
that an older person can't learn.

And he used it to fool us all
and ruin his own family.

Didn't drink a bottle of whisky
and stab himself, Pia.

You did that.

Well done.

You and Blake have earned
your long weekend.

Where is she?

She was here a minute ago.

I knew it.

You're a horse whisperer after all.

Nonsense.

Just saying a perfectly reasonable
goodbye and thank you.

How much easier to be a horse.

What, a saddle on your back,
slave to a lump of a rider?

Loved and fed and cared for.

Jose must have envied Ziggy, anyway.

With a grandfather
he could never please,

a dad who left,

a volatile mother who sent him away.

It's a wonder he turned out sane.

But he had Javier, didn't he?

For all his faults, Javier was
there.

I think it's about time
I gave my own dad a call.

Maybe this weekend.

I forgot about the chafing.

Oh!

Don't say chafing.

Even the word hurts.

Chafing.

♪ We got time on our side

♪ Never too late

♪ If you want me now

♪ It's going to have to wait. ♪