All language subtitles for The Mallorca Files 2x02 - Son of a Pig (English)

I just think... No! It was an
undercover operation.

We were a tribute band.
We made the arrest. It's over.

But when we were up there, on stage,
the crowd going wild...

I just think it would be a crime to
deny the fans more of that magic.

Diego Gris, the oldest son of one of
the wealthiest families

on the island, is missing.

Obviously, an investigation like

this needs a discreet
and serious approach.

I thought of you two.

Huh? Brr-rrr!

Diego drove away from the family
villa three days ago.

He told the staff he'd be back
for dinner,

but hasn't been seen since.

Is he the playboy type who might jet
off to Monaco on a whim?

Do we know if he has any enemies?
Has he dropped out of sight before?

All those are really good questions.
Very good.

The Gris family made their
fortune in olive oil and wine.

They built the town and, of course,

put their own little place on top
of it.

Ugh! What?

You don't have to brutalise the door
of a BMW.

I said this before.

It just takes one smooth push...

.. and the mechanism takes over.

You're kidding.

Hi. Erm, Palma police.
Here to see Senora Gris?

Gracias.

Oh, wow.

Rosalia married Ramon Gris when
she was 26 and he was 74.

Seen here in full-on
Spanish fascist mode.

Never marry for money,
always marry for love.

But if a man's got money,

try and love him anyway.

Took over the business when he died.

Expanded into Italy and France.

Doubled profits in two years.

Wow, that's actually
pretty impressive.

Uh-huh. Nothing says strong,
independent woman

more than marrying
a 74-year-old millionaire.

Senora Gris?

I'm so sorry to call you out here.

Please. It's absolutely not
a problem.

I'm Detective Blake... My family,

the Gris family, is the foundation
and the heart of this town.

The people know they owe us
a very unfashionable thing...

.. deference.

Ah. Hm.

Some say deference belongs
to the past.

These same people who, in my youth,
threatened anarchy.

You mean in the war? Republicans who
opposed your husband?

And today, they want to dig up
bodies of traitors

on our own land and
call them heroes.

Ramon and the men who served him -
they were the heroes.

And you believe these people are
behind your son's disappearance?

You try to soften the pain...

.. but I believe my son is dead.

A mother feels this in her heart.

He's my son.

Please... bring me some peace.

Deference. Seriously?

She's just used to getting what
she pays for.

Let's see what her son Diego
was up to.

Hmm...

Ah! The day he disappeared,
Diego had lunch with Maria Himenez.

That name.

The name...

Why do I know that name?

Ah, Diego's phone records show a
bunch of calls

to and from Maria Himenez
in the days before he disappeared.

Hmm.

Why would you lock that away?

It's Latin.

"Nunc aut nunquam"?

Here we go. Nunc aut nunquam -
now or never.

Maybe it's some kind of a lead.

DOOR SLAMS

OK, that's it. Step away from
the vehicle.

Yeah, obviously,
I need to show you how this is done.

Hmm.

One gentle push. Mm-hm.

Now you.

One... gentle... push.

Got it.

Oops.

Oh, according to her
website, Maria Himenez

is excavating the graves of those
who disappeared in the Civil War.

She's a forensic scientist.

So that's what Rosalia meant
about digging up the past.

Maria, los detectives Blake and
Winter estan aqui.

So, Detective Blake is a blonde.

If I knew you
were at the police station,

I would have had to stop by
to confess so many bad things.

We're looking into the disappearance
of Diego Gris.

I have a few questions I need
to ask you.

OK.

Then I have some for you.

Why don't you take a look around,
darling? We'll be fine here.

Detective Winter...

So what can you tell us
about Diego Gris?

Well, half the town think
he's no better than a cockroach.

And I think that's not so fair
to cockroaches.

But you had lunch with him
the day he disappeared.

Yeah.

Well, show me a world where we all
get to do what we want,

and I say no to lunch with
a creep like Diego Gris.

This excavation is on
the Gris family land.

I got permission from the state.

The Gris family wanted to overturn
it. No permission. No dig.

So I laugh at his jokes, order
the most expensive thing on the menu

and try not to look at my watch.

Then I get back to work.

Can you tell us why he's so hated?

Sure.

Or I can show you.

Please.

It was 80 years ago,
August 28th 1936.

The Civil War is at its height.

Nationalists begin
systematic reprisals

against Republican
volunteers.

They took young men
from their homes,

their families, their mother.

They lined them up against
the wall of the church,

right in the centre of town...

.. and then put a bullet in the back
of each of their heads.

Diego's father, Ramon,

was proud to wear the uniform
alongside Franco, the dictator.

People took to calling him the Pig.

The same thing is
happening all over Spain.

Once you exhume
the bodies, what then?

We identify DNA so relatives can
finally bury their dead.

And people queue up to get
their DNA tested,

to see if we can find their brother
or father or grandfather.

They don't want the past left alone.

We know Diego objected to your work.

Does that sound like
I have a motive to kill him?

Well, trust me, you're going to meet
a lot of people who hated Diego

before you find the one who did.

You sound sure he's dead.

I hope to God he is.

When you parted after lunch, that
was the last time you saw Diego?

He wanted me to come with him
to talk to Father Garcia.

I said I'd rather eat nails.

Yeah.

You know, we have a lot in common.

Both of us are trying to solve
mysteries about dead people.

We should get together some time.

Compare notes with a cold drink
on a warm night.

Thanks, but, erm, I'm more of a
"warm drink on a cold night"

kind of girl.

Really?

I'm not so sure.

Bye.

If a row about excavating the bodies
did lead somebody to murder Diego,

maybe this Father Garcia can shed
some light on it?

Maybe.

The one thing I do know -

that VW Beetle's been following us
since we left the Gris villa.

It's still there.

I suppose if he's so keen on
following people...

Let's see how good he is.

You looking for some...?

Where is he?

Huh?

I lost him.

You mean, you lost him?

Agh!

What the hell, Max?

I was playing that little game
of turn the tables

when you two were passing notes
to each other in geography class.

Who are you? And why were you
following us?

Because I know
you're looking for Diego Gris.

And so am I.

Frank Bottomley, private detective.

Trouble is my business.

We need to work together.

Hmm... I don't think so.

See, we're detectives - professional
representative of the state -

and you're an amateur whose
bread-and-butter work, I imagine,

is insurance claims, adultery
and debt recovery.

I'm an ex-cop with 30 years on
the clock

and some very, very
useful information.

There we go.

Glass of blanco for
Detective Winter.

Tinto for Detective Blake.

Orange juice for me.

To ten years sober.

A marriage and half my liver lost
to the devil in a bottle.

Cheers!

OK, Frank...

.. why did Rosalia Gris hire you?

And what exactly is your record for
missing person investigations?

Diego's not missing.

When you find him,
you'll find him cold and dead.

Why is everybody so sure he's dead?

With a missing person case,
use the ABC method.

A for abducted.

B for a bullet in the head.

C for career move.

Frank, is this what you dreamed of
those cold nights walking the beat

in Kentish Town or wherever?

Retire to the sun and live out this
little pulp fiction fantasy?

You know, the suit, the hat,
all this...

Nothing wrong with bringing a bit of
Dashiell Hammett to the Balearics.

Abducted doesn't work.

We're in three days.

Where's the ransom?
Where's the contact?

Exactly.

OK. I mean, I almost don't want
to ask this, but C for career move?

Let's say Diego's had enough of
being head of the family.

So he takes a flight on a
false passport

and is now lying on a
beach somewhere

with a pina colada and a bad book.

What's wrong with that version?

His ego wouldn't allow him
to just disappear.

He'd have left a note or set up some
big fake dramatic death.

Which leaves us with B.

Bullet in the head.

So, let's just skip the soup
and hit the main course.

You need my help,

especially if you've got
Maria Himenez

top of the leaderboard for this.

What makes you think we have?

Because your first stop was
her little summer camp back there.

She's literally digging up Gris
family skeletons

on Gris family land,

and because there was a lot of bad
blood between her and Diego

when he shut down the funding
for her project.

Ooh. She didn't tell you
that, did she?

See why we need to work together?

The Civil War is
my specialist subject.

The battles, the heroes,
the families torn apart,

the grudges that linger.

Ramon Gris.

"The Pig" to everyone around here.

And his two little piggies -
Diego and his twin brother Josep.

Best of enemies, knocking lumps
out of each other

day they came out the womb.

Josep's been in the Big Apple
for years.

Frank, what information
do you actually have?

Hmm? Apart from some family photos?

If you hear anything...
If you change your mind...

FBI?

Frank Bottomley Investigations.
Can I help it if they got it first?

What?

I knew we'd crossed paths before.

I was a DS at Wandsworth for
a while.

You were the DC suspended for
assaulting your detective inspector!

Really?

Hmm?

It's not actually what happened.

We don't need Frank Bottomley.

We know this kind of town.

A closed community where every
slight turns into a grudge.

Grudges lasting generations...

Oh, Miranda. I didn't read about
that in your file.

You read my file?

Yeah, of course.

Oh, come on, everybody does that.
Don't they?

No!

MAN SHOUTS IN SPANISH

Palma police. What's happening?

God be my witness,
he will suffer for this! Come.

"Diego Gris paid the price. "

"Father Garcia is next. "

There is no doubt who did this!
You must arrest Arturo Cabre!

Who's Arturo Cabre?

It is not enough he desecrates
the church with his vile threat,

but there is the confession
he killed Diego Gris!

He's an anarchist, a drunk and
a murderer!

Ninos, limpialo ahora!

So this is the wall?

One bullet in the back of the head.

Eight bodies in the shallow grave.

It is the site of a regrettable
chapter in our history.

Maria Himenez told us both the Gris
family and the Church

campaigned against exhuming the
bodies of those murdered in the war.

Murder?

No.

Executed for treason.

Arturo and his comrades dishonour
those who died fighting communists.

Perhaps they just want closure...

.. for the families of
those who died.

The police commissioner
is a good friend.

Does he know you sympathise
with these terrorists?

Do your job. Arrest the killer.

I will do mine and pray for
his soul.

Arturo Cabre's a union rep with a
reputation as a one-man revolution,

and a criminal record.

Let's see if Father Garcia's right
and we have a suspect.

Senor Cabre?

Arturo Cabre?

Palma police.

We're investigating the
disappearance of Diego Gris.

It's a beautiful machine.

It belonged to a Republican general.

I make it new to honour
the heroes of 80 years ago.

And do you think that's enough?

To put right the wrongs from
the past?

For me, this is about the present.

The fascist never left.

We need to show this island
the truth of its own history

or it will repeat its mistakes.

We just came from
Father Garcia's church.

Somebody threatened his life.

You have a history of threats
against him and against Diego Gris.

And at a public meeting
about the exhumations you said,

"I hope Diego Gris ends up in a
ditch with a bullet in his head. "

No comment.

Also, "The hypocrite Father Garcia
should lie dead beside him. "

I said, no comment.

Ahora no.

Ahora no.

OK.

Who advised you "no comment"
is a good strategy, Senor Cabre?

Miranda, please don't slam the...

.. door.

Hello, Frank Bottomley.

Mr Bottomley, Detective Blake.
Can you let me in, please?

I need to arrest you for obstructing
a police investigation.

Fourth floor. There's no lift.

You told a witness not to cooperate
with the police!

Because there's nothing Arturo likes
more than an audience,

and he'd confess to shooting JFK

if it meant somebody listened
to him.

And because I know he was in
Madrid when Diego disappeared.

Oh, really? Yes.

You really have an interest in all
this military stuff, don't you?

Yes. It's important. You sure you
didn't suggest Madrid

to Arturo as a useful alibi?

Why would I do that?

I'm just trying to figure out what
side of the law you're on here.

And who's this handsome devil,
straight out of a Hemingway novel?

Careful with that.

That's my grandad, Tom, when he was
here fighting the fascists.

See, I asked around.

You didn't retire with a gold watch,
did you, Frank?

Detective Sergeant Bottomley left
the service under a bit of a cloud.

What was it? Taking cash in brown
envelopes? Losing evidence?

If you want the truth, I resigned
because I wasn't up to the job.

I chased down a climber burglar
one night.

Cornered him, about to move in.

He pulled a knife.

He was no more than 15.

And I ran away like a boy from
a bully.

That's not very brave, is it?

He faced death and kept his nerve,

and I ran away like a coward.

Yep. I'm no hero...

.. but I was never a villain.

What?

I don't remember it on your file.

Did you actually assault your
detective inspector?

OK. Great.

Thanks for your help.

Phew!

King James School -
for the very, very rich.

School motto? Oh...

Nunc aut nunquam.

It's where Diego
and his brother Josep went.

And you do get one of these beauties
the day you leave.

I guess that's why he still had it
in a drawer.

Oh... Buenos!
This is Frank Bottomley,

the private detective
Rosalia Gris hired.

Frank Bottomley,
this is my boss Ines Villegas.

Senor Bottomley.

Hola. I've heard nothing
but good things about you, Ines.

Detective Blake tells me

you are too busy acting like
this is Los Angeles in the '30s

to do any actual investigating.

Erm... I'm not sure that's actually
what I said.

Oh, it's OK.

I just thought you'd like to know

I've found Diego Gris's car.

So, Senor Cabre, you're telling me
that your friend

Senor Rivas just turned up
in Diego Gris's car?

He wants to sell it.

He tells me he found it.

I tell him if you catch him,
he goes to prison.

So I tell him I call a man who knows
this kind of situation.

Hmm. And you called Frank?

And I say to Frank,

"Maybe I can take the car back to
where Paco found it. "

And I said the right thing to do was
to get the Palma police involved.

Well... that's very civic minded
of you.

And you don't know anything about
the effigy hung from the church?

Nothing.

Same colour red.

I'm a good citizen!

I'm a good citizen.

I'll even tell you where
Paco found it.

OK, so on his way from the Gris
villa to a meeting

Father Garcia said he didn't show up
for, Diego was shot in his car.

An angling down from the bank
makes sense,

with the blood splatters on the door
panel and seat.

We have tyre tracks here suggesting
another vehicle

was parked across the road.
So Diego has to stop.

The blood samples here match samples
from the car, both Diego's.

And the drag marks in the gravel
are consistent with the body

being pulled out of the car
and taken away.

So unless we find him here,

I'd say driven off in the boot
of the second car?

Hmm. OK, it's pretty clear
what happened.

All we're missing is the body.

And the who. And the why.

I'm still trying to contact
the brother, Josep Gris.

But he's starting to look like a man
who doesn't want to be contacted.

Also, Luisa did all the tests

on this tie her enthusiasm
could imagine.

Chocolate? Hmm.

From the decomposition
of the fibres,

Luisa says it's been in the ground
at least ten years.

But she won't have the full DNA
results until the morning.

Can you tell your office wife to
maybe keep to office hours?

Hello. Max, new evidence.

Luisa's found a DNA match on
the tie.

Do you think you can come...?
You had me at "new evidence".

Can you pick me up? Now?

Well, good morning.

It's always good to see you,
Detective Blake.

If I'd known, I would have
brought us breakfast.

Oh... More questions?

Yeah.

Let's start with, erm,

the body you decided not to tell
anyone about?

We found a school tie.
It's got your DNA on it.

Why's that?

OK.

What we found, it was obvious right
away it wasn't like the others.

It was 20 years old at the most.

It was separate from the main grave.

And I had seen Diego wearing
the same school tie.

A full genome test on the body
told me it was Josep Gris,

Diego's twin brother.

I knew we should inform the police.

But then you heard your funding
had been blocked by Diego,

and that it was all over.

The project you loved
and worked so long to complete.

So, instead of calling the police,

you decided to use what you knew
to protect it.

I never saw a man turn so pale
as Diego did

when he took Josep's tie
out of the bag.

I actually saw his thoughts switch
from how to get into my pants

to how to stay out of prison.

Tu crees que nadie me va a creer?

Pues vete a la policia!

He tells me he doesn't care
if I go to the police.

That he can prove
it was all an accident.

How they had a fight about
family business

and the brother fell
and cracked his head open.

Sabes que pasa, Diego,
que es que me da igual.

I told him I didn't care about
any of that.

That I wanted my funding restored.

Plus 50,000 euros for my silence.

And then what happened?

Diego didn't turn up with the cash.

You mean he called your bluff?

Or did he go further?

Maybe he never intended to pay you.

He'd already killed his own brother,
so why wouldn't he kill you?

So you brought a gun.

And when you saw what he planned...

.. you were ready for him...

.. and you shot him in the head.

Ohh...

Really?

Yes...

.. really.

Senora Gris, I regret to inform you
that following the discovery

of the body of a 19-year-old male,

a body we have confirmed as that
of Josep Gris...

Josep? No!

He's in New York.

He writes to you still.

Things have long been strained
between us,

but that doesn't mean anything.

An investigation has begun

into the circumstances of
his death.

And any attempts to cover up that
death 15 years ago.

What is this?

Que es aixo? What is she saying?
You lied to me?

Aquest noi!

T'esclafare com a la pols!

Te fare fora d'es poble.

Fill de puta traidor!

Fill de puta!

No!

Miranda, why always so early?

Max, I need you to keep Frank away
from his office for a bit.

Can you do that?

OK.

Who really knows anything about
the workings of the murderer's mind?

Mm-hm. It starts with something
rotten in the head,

and ends with blood and brains
on the carpet.

Shit.

5-1! Rerun of Munich 2001.

Ingerland! Ingerland! Ingerland!

You're just too good, Frank.

Um, how about if we make it best
of ten?

No, got to get back to the office.
Got a case report got to sort out.

What if I come back with you?

Why?

Hello.

Oh, Miranda!

It's Miranda.

Wow.

Uh-huh.

All right.

Yeah, thank you.

Miranda's just found new forensics
at the excavation site.

Better get over there.

Why don't you come along? Hmm?

Yeah, why not?

It's a 9mm Largo round.

Huh! That's pretty rare.

We didn't see it at first.

It was hidden by the door mechanism
of Diego's car.

It sounds like it maybe passed right
through the skull. Don't you think?

And Maria Himenez showed us footage
of people queueing for a DNA test.

People who couldn't
and wouldn't forget.

They all wanted one thing...

.. Closure.

Yeah. That's me.
But where you going with this?

Grandfather Tom never come back from
the war.

If he was buried here,
I wanted to know about it.

Hmm. See, I think there's a reason

you didn't want to tell us
that detail.

Once we had the ballistics,

we knew we could be looking for a
collector of war memorabilia,

and while you were playing foosball
with Max in the bar,

I searched your office
and I found this -

an Astra 400 pistol
and a box of 9mm shells.

Why don't you tell us
what happened, Frank?

I grew up hearing
all about Grandfather Tom

who never came back from
the Civil War.

I knew I was no hero,

but the one thing I held on to

was the story of
my brave grandfather.

His last letter to my gran was
dated August 27th -

just a day before these
men were shot.

For ten years, I was so sure
he was one of the volunteers

murdered outside the church
and buried here.

But when I got the DNA test result -

no match.

It was like I had to grieve for him
all over again.

Nah, I couldn't let myself
believe it.

Well, you didn't want to
let go of the story, did you, Frank?

I just knew it wasn't true.

Maria and her people had to be
keeping something from me.

So, I came up here and asked her a
straight question.

Are you hiding another body?

Sorry? It's my Grandfather Tom,
isn't it?

You are definitely mistaken,
Mr Bottomley.

Now, if you'll excuse me. Please.

I could see she was lying.

I knew I was onto something,
so I followed her.

I heard enough of the row
between Maria Himenez

and Diego Gris to know
there was another body,

and I knew it must be Tom.

So...

.. I said to Diego, the fascist son
of a pig...

Yes? I know what's going on.

Sorry?

My grandfather.

You've found his body.

Don't laugh at me.

Go ahead, you foolish old man.

And you got angrier at
Diego and what you thought

Ramon Gris had done to
Tom and his comrades.

And I loaded the gun.

Move your car, you idiot.

What are you doing there? Move it!

Take it! Take it all!

I thought I was getting revenge
for my grandfather.

The one time I find the courage,

and it turns out to be
the wrong time.

No-one was hiding
the truth about Tom.

No-one but me.

Come on, Frank!

You're going to make a fool of
yourself, Frank.

You forgot these.

Bloody hell!

Frank!

Tell us the rest of it, Frank.

Tell us where you buried Diego.

Maybe I'll keep that little
secret with me.

But what happens when somebody
goes looking for Diego?

More violence?

More revenge?

More casualties of a grudge
that goes back 80 years?

Is that what your Grandfather Tom
would have wanted?

You really want to be just another
chapter in that story?

Do the right thing, Frank.

There's always pain when secrets
from the past

are dragged into daylight.

Hmm.

Are we still talking
about the investigation?

Did I ever tell you about the time
I assaulted my detective inspector?

We used to call him The Doctor
because he was so hands on.

He groped my thigh once too often
in the canteen,

so I tipped my chicken curry
and sherry trifle in his lap.

I know.

Such an unforgivable loss
of control.

No, no, no! I'm impressed.

Also, just a bit disappointed.

Yeah, well, I was thinking
you'd Tasered him

or cracked his skull with
your baton.

50,000 volts or chicken curry,

it's all the same at the end
of the day.