The Mallorca Files

Don Giovanni by Mozart and Da Ponte

Well?

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

I mean, wow.

Jose and Domenica Castana.

Two brilliant artists in perfect harmony.

I know. Stunning.

Sh! Sorry.

Sorry. I just get carried away sometimes.

Sh!

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.

Wait, wait.

OK. Voy para alla.

Winter, Blake, follow me. Come on, come on.

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...

.. 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.

Oh.

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?

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.

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.

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!

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.