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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 murder.

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 killer used gloves.

Erm, any other injuries? Defence wounds?

Maybe he was taken by surprise?

Or he knew his killer 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 murder 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 kill her.

Over 100 people had the opportunity to murder 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 killed?

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 killed 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.

Murder, suicide and killer 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 illegal.

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 kill 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 kill 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 bitch?

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?

Killers 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 murder?

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 kill 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 bitch 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 killed herself.

She called me...

..that night.

But I was too late.

He betrayed me and my daughter.

Ruined life for years.

He killed 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 killed him.

CAST MURMURS

Elvira Cortez, I'm arresting you for the murder 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 kill him.

I killed 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 kill 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 killed him.

It was me.

What the hell is going on?

Arrest me, not them.

No! It was me.

I kill him!

I kill him!

No! I killed him. I am the one you want.

It was me. It was me.

No, it was me. It was me.

26 signed confessions.

All claiming to have killed Jose Castana.

27, actually. Just 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... ♪