All language subtitles for The Mallorca Files 1x04 - Number One Fan (English)

Senorita?!

? When the moonlight shines

? Down on the sea

? And you think that you got

? Better set me free

? You gotta set me free

? I'll surrender

? Surrender.?

A new case. Anything interesting?

Just some crazy people who live
in the hills.

One of them, a fashion model,
has gone missing.

Probably just attention seeking.

Not exactly high profile, then.

Which is why I'm giving it to you.

OK, please don't take this
the wrong way, Ines,

but you can't just palm off the cases
that you don't want your team to do.

I am the chief of police.

I think you'll find I can.

You know, Max and I have a specific
remit that we...

The crazies are German,
so get on with it.

Where's your boyfriend?

OK, Max isn't my... Morning!

How's my favourite lady today?

Buenos dias, Ines. Buenos dias.

When did she get such a kick
out of winding me up?

I just don't understand why
she dislikes me so much.

Well, you can be quite rude,

you don't like taking orders,

you drink very weak coffee.

And Ines can't bear anyone
who drinks weak coffee.

You rarely show any human emotion,

and there's that look that you give
when you're really pissed...

Yes.

It's her birthday tomorrow.

Extend the hand of friendship,
buy her a present.

There's no time for shopping.

We've got a missing person to find.

A Valentina Caligari, some model.

It's not just some model.

It's the highest-paid model
in Germany.

Oh, yeah, and it's just Valentina.

She's famous enough to be known
by only one name.

Well, if she's so famous,
then why has nobody spotted her?

Come on.

Did you know that morning sunshine
increases serotonin levels?

Yeah, I don't care about
happy hormones, Max.

I care about being
prepared when we get to...

Otto Caligari's house.

That man is the most sought-after
interior designer in Berlin.

You'll never guess what he uses

for his signature feature wall.

It's his missing sister
we need to focus on.

All right.

So Valentina took the train to Palma
yesterday morning,

and hasn't come back? Mm-hm.

She does have a reputation
for hedonism.

Maybe she was partying too hard
and is somewhere, having a chillax?

OK, you're too old to use the word
chillax.

Clearly, these people value
their privacy.

Palma Police.

Open Sesame.

Ines called the Caligaris crazy
people who live in the hills.

Yeah, that's because Ines
has no time for the avant-garde.

Finally, something we agree on.

Where would we find Otto Caligari?

Are you a model?

Excuse me?

I could use a few more girls
like you on my books.

I mean, the vanilla look is so hot
right now.

People are bored of the glowing,
beautiful girls.

Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry.

My mistake.

Yes, it was.

Otto Caligari?

I see you met my sister's agent.

Oh, class, such verve.

That's one word for it.

Your reputation precedes you,
Mr Caligari.

I read all about your feature wall.
It's genius.

Genius for some, I suppose.

I just go where my instinct
leads me, detective.

So the last time you saw your sister
was when? Yesterday morning.

She left at 10 to take
the Soller train into Palma.

No-one has seen her since.

Hey, hey, hey!

She just disappeared into thin air.

I mean, how is that possible?

It's not.

But what is possible is that she
could have got sidetracked, maybe?

Gone to party somewhere in Palma?

Of course, I've thought of that,
detective.

But how can no-one have seen her?

She spends her life dealing
with adoring fans and the paparazzi.

We'll need a photo.

My sister is the most recognised
face in German fashion industry.

This will do.

What?!

Custom-made Kurt Holtz sunglasses?

Ah.

It was a gift from me to Valentina.

Holtz is a personal friend of mine.

Whatever I ask, he gives.

You know, aren't cultural
differences fascinating?

Because in the UK, having your
initials on your accessories

is seen as being extremely
unsophisticated.

You're here about Valentina?

These are detectives Winter
and Blake.

Azra is my sister's girlfriend.

We're having a baby
and she just disappears.

It's OK.

The police will find her.

Have you any idea where
Valentina might have gone?

My girlfriend is a very
complicated woman.

Two hearts become one?

She's staying to my end.

Who is that?

My sister's fashion designer,
Hades Jaffar.

He knows how to have a good time!

No, I'm talking about the waiter.

Richard Webb,
best chef on the island.

We need a complete list of all
the names of your guests and staff,

Mr Caligari. And who was the last
person to see Valentina?

Valentina was my very best friend.

We used to share a flat
when we first started out.

Who knew then the dizzy heights
we'd reach in our careers?

Folk call me the most influential
fashion icon in Europe.

Well, I'm not one for flattery.

Oh, it's the latest
facial treatment.

Snail slime?

These are organically-fed snails.

Their mucus contains
amazing antioxidants.

Extraordinary.

I must try it. Yes.

So you spoke to Valentina
before she left on Monday? Mm-hm.

And did she tell you anything
about her plans for that day?

Yeah, she said she was going
to Palma for some shopping.

Oh, how she loved shopping.

I mean, who doesn't?

But for me, going out in public
is becoming a problem, you know?

My legion of fans.

In fact, the Vogue article
lauding my influence...

We know Valentina
left the villa at 10.

So what time did this conversation
take place with her?

Your hair is magnificent, Ms Olsen.

Yes.

Had it done yesterday
in a top salon in Soller.

Didn't charge me, obviously,
such good publicity.

You should go in. Mention my name.

Yeah.

As you said,
it was ten in the morning

when I last spoke to Valentina,
before she went to Palma.

Are you sure about that?

Absolutely.

Well, that was very, very helpful.

Thank you so much
for your time, Miss Olsen.

Snails left a little something
brown on your cheek.

I don't think it's an antioxidant.

Well, that's an hour of my life
I'll never get back.

I thought it was a very interesting
way to spend the morning.

The world would be a very dull place
without the avant-garde.

I've never met such egotistical,
arrogant people in my life.

Thank God you were there.

Whoa! Two compliments in one day.

If it's money you're after,
I don't have any.

I meant because
you speak their language

and I don't mean German.

Are you referring to my knowledge
of contemporary culture

or my ability to gain rapport
and get the best out of people?

If you think having "rapport" with
a woman who puts snails on her face

is something to be proud of, then...

You just don't like Miss Olsen
because she insulted your hair.

Blake!

Ow!

One minute she was there,
the next...

...gone.

She can't have just vanished
in a puff of smoke.

There's no sign of her
getting off at Palma.

You don't think she was with anyone?

Not that I could see.

OK.

We'll get a copy of the footage,

see if forensics can zoom in
on the details of the commuters.

Where the hell is she?

So Valentina got on the train in
Soller, but never got off at Palma.

It's totally illogical.

There has to be an explanation.

What are you thinking?

How good this ice cream tastes.
Want a lick?

OK, never ask me that again.

Just... it sounds wrong.

The last time the ticket inspector
saw Valentina, they were in a tunnel

and he followed her to the end
of the train. But she was gone.

So then what?

Jumped?

Who jumps off a train
that's going full speed?

Someone suicidal?

Or maybe she was pushed.

There's only one way to find out.

We need to check the tunnel.

Is that a problem?

So are you going to tell me
what's wrong?

No, cos there's nothing wrong.
I'm fine.

In that case,
shall we get on with it, then?

I'll take that as a no.

You sure you're OK?
I said I'm fine.

And I know what you're thinking.

Yeah, that the line is only closed for an hour
and that we need to get on with the search.

You think that
I've got claustrophobia?

Well, I do now. But I haven't.

In fact, I will lead the search.

Vamanos!

So this claustrophobia
that you don't have...

...when did you start not having it?
Shut up, Max.

You sure you're OK?

How you feeling, little explorer?

Yeah. Much better. Yeah?

Must have been a bug or something.

A bug?

That lasts 17 minutes?

That's one for
the Guinness Book of Records.

All right, Blake. We all have fears.
Nothing to be ashamed of.

I don't want to talk about it.

It's what makes us human.

I said I don't want
to talk about it.

Just because I don't go around
wearing my heart on my sleeve

and being overly tactile

and thinking every stranger's
just a friend I haven't met yet

doesn't make me inhuman,
repressed or antisocial. OK?

Yeah.

Got it.

Just to confirm...

...you were describing me, right?

Yeah.

So what did you find?

Custom-made Kurt Holtz sunglasses.

They're Valentina's.

Anything?

According to the Interpol database,

practically every guest
at that villa has a criminal record.

Most involving some kind
of narcotic.

Of course they take drugs.
They're artists.

And so far, that sleazy
model agent is the winner.

He has a record as long as your arm.

Tax evasion, fraud, kerb crawling.

Want to sign Ines' card? Yes.

I love signing birthday cards.

Brings out my inner comedian.

Feliz cumpleanos.

That's really funny, isn't it?

Not really.

Bingo!

Richard Webb has harassment orders
from two British models.

Another chef.

Maybe Valentina was
his latest obsession.

Well, let's have a chat with
our little stalker and find out.

I want to stop off en route. There's
something I want to check out first.

What about Ines' birthday card?

Come on.

"Detective Blake."
That's all you're going to put?

It's better than what Max wrote.

Yeah, it's funny in German.

Doubt it. Well...

Yeah, it is.

And? Mila Olsen is lying.

She did have a hair appointment on
Monday morning, but it was at 9:15.

Valentina left the villa at 10 so
Mila couldn't have spoken to her.

Which means all the stuff about
talking to Valentina...

...is rubbish.

So Valentina's best friend's a liar
and the chef's a stalker.

Looks like we have two suspects.

And it's not even lunchtime.

Didn't take long for the media
circus to sniff out a story.

We'll post an escort down to Palma
police station if you do that again.

I'll take Princess Charming.
You find Webb.

You got a moment, Miss Olsen?

Not really.

May not look like it,
but I'm meditating.

Well, you might like
to meditate on this.

You were at the hairdresser's
when Valentina left the villa

on Monday morning. You lied to us.
You never spoke to her.

Perjury's a criminal offence,
Miss Olson.

I could have you arrested.

Mr Webb. Ah!

Can I have a word?

We had a big row the night before.

We all had too much to drink,
especially Valentina.

She was boasting about
being more successful than me.

She always liked to put me
in my place.

OK, but why did you lie?

Because the last thing I said

was that I hated her

and wanted her to die.

So I was terrified that
she'd gone off the next day and

done something stupid to herself.

And you didn't want that
on your conscience.

Exactly.

Would be terrible publicity for me.

Model of the Year's
next month in Berlin.

She's won it so many times.

Might be my moment.

Did you see Valentina on the morning
she disappeared?

No.

It was the night before. I was
serving cocktails around the pool.

Valentina, Miss Olson
and the others,

they partied late into the night.

But I was dismissed and
allowed to go to bed at 11:30.

How long have you worked here?

Five months and three weeks.

There's not much more
I can tell you.

I didn't know Valentina that well.

Yet you were on first-name terms.

That's how she liked it.

Let's cut the crap, shall we?

I know two British models pressed
charges against you for stalking.

That was a long time ago.

Two years.

It's not so long, Mr Webb.

I was going through a difficult
time, but I'm back on track now.

I was collecting glasses
around the villa and I found this.

It belongs to Hades Jaffar.

It's him you want to talk to,
not me. Hades Jaffar...

He's a friend of Valentina's.
Her fashion designer.

Skinny guy, moustache.

Oh, yeah.

Had the pleasure of
seeing Mr Jaffar dance.

That man has an unhealthy
obsession with Valentina.

Thank you for the information.

But I still need to take a full
statement from you, Mr Webb.

Not at the villa, please.

I'll come by the station after work.

All right.

But if you don't,
I'll come and get you

in front of your employers -
understood?

All right.

Are we done?
I'm feeling a little light-headed.

I would like to lie down.

We're done, for now.

Is there any more news?

I'm just following up on
some questions, Mr Caligari.

But, yes, there's
been a development.

We found Valentina's sunglasses
in one of the train tunnels.

What does that mean?

Someone pushed her off the train?
Is she dead?

We don't know that yet.

But it's a possibility.

You'll have to excuse Azra.

We've just come from
having a scan at the hospital.

These are really important moments.
Someone has to be there.

She's extremely upset that Valentina
wasn't there to share the moment.

My sister could be selfish,

but I had no idea
she could be this selfish.

What do you mean?

I don't believe
she was pushed off some train.

I think she's planned
this whole charade.

She's gone of her own volition?

I think she wants to be free.

The fame, the fortune,
the responsibility of the baby.

And if that's the case

and she doesn't want to be found...

...then you won't find her,
detective.

She always gets her own way

and to hell with the rest of us.

Watch this.

How do you like that?

Don't get too cocky.

You're going down, Steiner.

Mr Jaffar?

Can I have a word?

Can you explain
that sketch to me, please?

That is private property.

I demand to speak to your superiors.

Sure. We can go down to the police
station right now, if you like.

Yeah, I know what it looks like,
but you're wrong, detective.

Valentina's one
of my dearest friends

and like all friendships, sometimes
you have little fallings-out.

So this is what -

just a little fantasy of
how you'd like to kill her?

No. No.

It is just a silly sketch.

Just tell the truth, Jaffar.

He's still in love with Valentina,

but she dumped him
for the make-up artist.

And I'm happy for her. I like Azra.

Oh, yeah.

If anyone is involved in
Valentina's disappearance, it's him.

Don't bring me into this,
you little weasel.

Valentina sacked him as her agent
and now his agency's gone bust.

He's so hard up, Otto
had to buy his boat from him.

Is that true, Mr Steiner?

So what if it is?

That boat's too small anyway.

Soon as I'm back on my feet
I'm going to get a bigger one.

Biggest in the harbour.

I meant about Valentina
sacking you as her agent.

Well, that doesn't mean anything.
We're still friends.

Oh-ho-ho! Now who's the liar?

The night before she disappeared,

I heard you begging her to
stay with you, but she refused.

You're finished in the industry,
Steiner. You're a loser.

Say that again and I will kill you.

Loser.

You mediocre, pointless,
little parasite. You are the loser!

Game over.

Both Jaffer and Steiner
have motives.

An ex-lover and an ex-agent,
both dumped by Valentina.

Well, you can add to that a jealous
BFF who'd love nothing better

than Valentina out of the way.

The lab have sent through the stills
from the Soller station's CCTV.

There was someone else
on the train that day.

I'll take that. Thank you.

Mr Webb? Can we have a word, please?

Oh! I'm so sorry.

Let's go.

Move.

Shall I help you?

All right. Gracias.
Max! What the hell?

Palma police!

It's Palma police!
It's Palma police.

Come on!

We've got him.

Todos tranquilos. We've got him.

Miranda, move!

Come on!

Stop!

You really need to get some help
with your claustrophobia.

It's nothing to do
with claustrophobia.

The door was stuck.

Oh. Again, for the young.

I haven't done anything wrong.

Which I'm guessing is what you said

when you were issued with
your past harassment orders.

I already told you
that was a bad time for me.

But I've got my life together now.

Mm-hmm.

Valentina's just another one
of your obsessions, isn't she?

Mr Webb. No, I really loved her.

That's why I took the job
at her brother's villa.

There were so
many weirdoes out there that

Valentina needs my protection.

That's why I gave you
the sketchbook.

It should be Hades Jaffar
in here, not me.

You had Valentina's necklace.

You were also on the train
the day she disappeared.

I found the necklace
on the kitchen floor.

And you think we're going to
believe that? It's the truth.

It was on the morning
Valentina disappeared.

I found a necklace lodged
under a cupboard in the kitchen.

I went to give it to her,
but she'd already gone out.

So I decided to return it
to her later.

It was my day off,
so I decided to go into Palma.

Couldn't believe my luck when
I saw Valentina on the train.

There's no luck involved here.

You followed her, didn't you?

Mr Webb. Richard?

It's much better for you
if you tell us the truth now.

I did find the necklace
in the kitchen.

You're right. I followed her.

I was going to be her hero and
reunite her with her love heart.

I was going to sit next to her
for the entire journey,

spend a whole hour with
the woman of my dreams.

At least she'd get to know me,

get to like me, for me.

But then the lights cut off.

When they came back on,
she'd left her seat.

Next thing I knew, she'd gone.

Disappeared.

Something bad has happened to her.

I just know it.

She'd never miss Model of the Year.
She's won it five times.

You couldn't have found Valentina's
necklace that morning

because she was wearing it
when she got on the train.

That can't be true.

What have you done with her?

Nothing. I would never
hurt Valentina.

Is she alive? I don't know.

Look, I swear, I don't know.

"Police baffled over
missing German supermodel."

Do you have any idea where this
woman is or if she's even alive?

We've got the prime suspect,
but he's not talking.

A night in a cell should
help loosen his tongue.

We cannot afford this bad publicity.

I knew I should have
put my team on this.

Funny that, but I seem to recall

that this case was perfect
for me and Max -

just some crazy people in the hills,
attention seeking, wasn't it?

Until they started
hitting the headlines.

Make this go away.

Fast.

Oh, by the way...

Happy birthday, Ines.

You don't look a day over...

...forty...

...two?

If you keep winding up like this,
you'll never fit in here.

Buy her that birthday present.

It's a big one,
so make it expensive.

A big birthday? Yes.

It pains me to say it,
but she looks good for 50.

Then tell her that
when you give her the present.

Oil the cogs with
a little charm, Miranda.

She's the boss.

And it'll make our job a lot easier.

What's the point? She hates us.

No. Just you.

OK. Looks like Ines is just
reading your birthday message and...

...she's laughing.

Is she? No.

Wow. You're a real comedian,
Federico.

No, I'm not. And clearly,
neither are you, my friend.

Now I'm in trouble with Ines

and I make it my business
not to be in trouble with Ines.

Ooh. I've got a feeling it's not you
who's going to be in trouble.

Happy birthday, Ines.

I'm not 50, Detective Blake.

I thought you were
a better detective than that.

You did that on purpose.

It was you who assumed it was a 50.

Because you said, "big birthday".

Every birthday is big.

In Germany.

Besides, that... She's fine.

She didn't care.

You know, for a man who prides himself
on his emotional intelligence,

you're an absolute idiot.

Hey.

Don't kill the messenger. It's
"don't shoot the messenger", Max,

that is exactly what I'd like to do.

? Happy birthday...

? ..birthday to you.

? Happy birthday to you

? Happy birthday, dear Ines...?

? Happy birthday to you.?

Make a wish?

Hmm...

The yin and the yang.

What is it?

Richard Webb was telling the truth.

Webb had the right side
of the love heart,

the side that Valentina always wore,

and when Valentina boarded the
train, she was wearing the left side

of the love heart, Azra's side.

So it's the same necklace
that Azra was wearing

when we interviewed her yesterday.

So Azra must have seen Valentina
since she disappeared.

She's been lying to us.

Otto and Azra.

Please be careful with my car.
It's a family heirloom.

Maybe I should drive.

No way. You're drunk.
I'm not drunk.

Victor?

No sign at all?

OK. Stay there. Thank you.

That was uniform.
They just arrived at the house.

No sign of Azra or Otto

and none of the house guests know
where they've gone. Damn it!

I might be wrong...

It does happen occasionally...

but I think I know
where they might be.

Head to the harbour.

Why? Because Abe Steiner
sold Otto his boat.

Whoa!

Whoa, your driving is
making me nauseous.

That's because you're drunk.

I'm not drunk.

Only a drunk person says that.

You're not going anywhere,
Mr Caligari.

She's right.

You're not.

No wonder you've been
playing the attentive partner.

You're the father of the baby.

My sperm was a gift from me
to her and Valentina

so they could have their own baby
with the best possible genes.

But as our baby grew, so did mine
and Otto's love for each other.

But when Valentina found out,
you killed her?

No. It was self-defence.

The night before
she supposedly disappeared,

we had a big party at the villa.

Everyone had gone to bed, and
I thought Valentina had gone too,

so I arranged to meet
Azra in the kitchen.

And Valentina found you?
She flew at Azra.

I had to protect her and our baby.

But when I pulled Valentina away,

she slipped and
cracked her head on the tiles.

We knew we couldn't call the police

if we wanted any kind of future
for us and our baby.

We had to get rid of
her body ourselves.

That day I bought
Abe's boat off him.

So I drove Valentina
down the harbour

and disposed of her body out at sea.

Abe Steiner said you were
a make-up artist, Azra.

You turned Otto into Valentina,
didn't you?

It was Otto on the train.

It wasn't difficult.

Otto is so like his sister.

Same complexion, same cheekbones.

It was like looking at Valentina.

But you'd forgotten
Valentina's necklace.

You thought
you'd buried her with it on.

You didn't realise that it'd come
off during the fight in the kitchen.

So I put my necklace on Otto.

It was better than nothing.

Valentina never took that heart off.

So Otto becomes Valentina, gets on
a train to Palma to disappear,

never to be seen again.

But you didn't bargain for Richard
Webb to be on that train too.

I had no choice but to jump off.

But when you found Valentina's
sunglasses in the tunnel,

we knew the noose was tightening.

And when we heard
Webb had got her necklace,

we knew we had to leave.

Good work. Thanks, boss.

Just in time for tomorrow's papers.

Let me guess.
"Case solved by the Palma police"?

You are part of my police force,
are you not, Detective Blake?

Right.

I'm going to get back
to my birthday party.

My 45th birthday party.

What?

You deliberately lied to me,
didn't you?

OK.

I admit it.

I am drunk.

I'm talking about Ines
and her birthday.

We're not still on that, are we?

It was a joke. Yeah. Really.

I'm sorry.

And now it's your turn
to make a confession.

About what?
About your claustrophobia.

You want to know what I think?

Not really, no.
I think you want to tell me,

but you're too afraid
to let your guard down.

Let me in, Miranda.

I don't want to let anyone in.

Least of all you.

OK, fine.

When I was a little girl,

I was playing hide and seek
with the kids next door

and I hid in one of their wardrobes
and they locked me in

and I banged and I banged
on that door.

I was trapped in total darkness

and it was probably just half
an hour, but it felt like

an absolute lifetime.

And now you're a big girl
playing hide and seek.

Come on.

Come on. Oh...

What are you doing?

I call it the hug of friendship.

See, doesn't it feel good
to open up?

No.

But I would like your help.

Give me your hand.

Oh... Ready?

All right.

Take a nice deep breath
in through your nose...

...and out through your mouth.

Keep your eyes on me. Yes.

And again, a nice deep breath in.

Right down to your belly.

See?

That wasn't as bad as I thought.

You can let go of my hand now.
I actually feel surprisingly OK.

Please let go of my hand...
In fact, more than OK.

Feeling pretty good.

Ah! Thank you! Oh...

On the way back to the office,

we may need a little detour
to the hospital.

But I feel fine. Yeah, but I don't.

You may have broken my metacarpal.

Possibly two.

? We got time on our side

? Never too late

? If you want me now

? It's going to have to wait...?