02x03 - A Dish Served Cold

[bunniefuu]

Come on. Can go.

Are they ready? Yeah?

Oliver! Laura.

Como estas? Muy bien gracias.

Ana. You look
wonderful. Thank you.

Ernesto, I am so sorry for your
guests that you are retiring.

Muchas gracias mi a senora.

Hugo. Welcome.

Chef!

Oliver! Que tal?

Sebastia would like you to know
the sea bass is phenomenal.

Really. I'm sure it is!

Toni will take
you to your table.

We'll have the tasting
menu - for four.

This is a quenelle?
It's flat! Flat!

Sebastia, mesa dieciseis.

Four tasting menus.

You told His Majesty I
recommended the sea bass?

Oliver would like substitutions.

Of course, he would.

Sebastia...

Mmm. Mm.

Ah, simple rule in pouring
wine for me - ask yourself...

"Could he drown in it?"

Perdon.

More precision. More precision!

Mmm. It looks so good!

Mmm.

Tuck in, Ernesto. It's some of
the best food you'll ever eat.

Hmm... GASPS

I'm so sorry, Oliver!
Dios mio! Erm, Toni!

GASPS

Toni, water! Water!

STIFLED LAUGHTER

Thank you. Please forgive me.

It's nothing. You haven't lived

until you've seen 100 euros' worth
of wine spill down your trousers.

Get off!

Hmm... Mmm.

I'm just going to, erm...

..freshen up.

GASPS SOFTLY

PANTS

GASPS

[DINERS SCREAM]

Whoopa!

Good morning, my companera.

It's such a beautiful day, I swung
past my favourite pasteleria.

Huh? Already eaten. Thanks.

That is not breakfast.

It is when your in-tray
looks like that.

Mmm!

Gracias.

Carmela's? The one and only.

Perfect with one or
two leisurely coffees,

which I, um, forgot.

Damn. Now my mouth is dry
just thinking about it.

Fascinating. Hm.

Do you recognise this man? Hmm.

That's Oliver Barker. Big
friend of Sebastia Serra.

Sebastia Serra?

One of the best chefs in Spain.

He opened Son Sebastia here.

Michelin star.

Huge reviews.

SCOFFS Can't believe
you've never heard of him!

Did I say I hadn't heard of him?

Just not that interested.

Oh, I know what a carrot
air is supposed to do

to a tangerine granita.
Uh-huh? Oh, yeah.

I just don't care.

Otherwise, a huge fan
of experimental cuisine.

So, Ines, what's happened to
renowned food critic Oliver Barker?

He died in hospital.

He fell from the balcony at
Son Sebastia two days ago.

A suspected heart attack.

Ay dios mio! Mm-hm.

And then, this morning,
we received this.

"Oliver Barker, renowned food
critic, died today aged 48.

"He had been poisoned.

"He died in his favourite
restaurant, Son Sebastia,

"on the island of Majorca.
Police are investigating."

Sent to his newspaper the same
day he ate at Son Sebastia.

That's a pretty sick e-mail.

So you think he was poisoned?

We await the autopsy
for confirmation,

but all appears to suggest this
was the reason for his demise.

Our technical team are hoping to
trace the origin of the e-mail.

So that just leaves
you to discover

who had a reason to
want Oliver Barker dead.

Good luck.

How many restaurants
on this island

do you think Oliver Barker's
written a bad review of?

I'm really thirsty, you know.

We could have
stopped for a coffee.

You're like this huge child,
who stuffs himself with sweets

and then afterwards complains
he's got a poorly tum-tum.

Can we discuss the case, please?

All I know is Barker
gave Sebastia Serra

some of the best
reviews of his career,

because Sebastia Serra
is a culinary god.

He had his Michelin
star at... 29?

Maybe 28. Mmm.

Michelin star - ah, yeah,
that's that thing you need

before you can charge 20 euros
for a bowl of soup, right?

Pfft!

Pick, pick, pick away at things you
don't appreciate, Miranda Blake.

Oliver could be pompous,
yes, but you forgave him

because he was a
gatekeeper of gastronomy!

SHELL CRACKS

It's possible not everyone
held that view, Senor Serra.

Can you start by telling us who had
specific access to Oliver's food?

I prepared Oliver's food
personally, as I always do.

MAX: Hmm.

So I'm your chief suspect, yes?

Well... Oliver Barker was one of
your biggest champions and friends.

Anyway, I think we agree,

it would be crazy to poison
a man in your own restaurant.

But, erm, can you help us?

What did Oliver eat?

The tasting menu, of course.

But that changes
every day, right?

Did you do...

the Basque-style cod?

On the bed of
piquillo peppers...

Who else had direct access
to Mr Barker's food?

We understand he didn't dine
alone. My wife seated them.

I'm just the man in the kitchen.

She's devastated.

Oliver was her
friend for 30 years.

Oh!

Max, that's worrywort.

It's Apfel-minze.

Apple mint.

It's worrywort.
Causes impotence.

It probably is apple mint, but
you shouldn't just be eating

random plants, Max.

You never know how
dangerous they might be.

We're very sorry.
It's so upsetting...

..that he suffered.

My manners. Please do have
some, Detective Winter.

Wow. Thank you. That's nice.

EXHALES

Mmm! Is that ginger?

Yeah, and rosemary.

Anyone born on the
island knows it.

No. So, Paz, were you aware
of anyone who disliked Oliver

enough to k*ll him?

Apart from Sebastia and Toni?

Oh, Paz! That's just not true.

Senora Serra, please
let her speak.

No, I exaggerate.

But they were not happy when
he came to the restaurant.

Oliver upset people.

Critics. They have
too much power.

You'll find a lot of suspects.

Anyway, I was not
working that day, so...

Laura, there's a
wedding party this week.

Mm-hm. If you don't mind...

Thank you.

Please excuse her.

My son Toni and Paz
are good friends.

She likes to be controversial.

But no-one hated Oliver.

He could be difficult.

Um, can you tell us
about his guests?

Erm... yep.

Ana Gutierrez.

She's a food journalist.

A friend. Hugo Asensio?

He owns a beautiful
delicatessen.

He makes his own sobrasada.

Oh, sausage? Hmm!

It's the heart of
Mallorcan family tradition.

But, yes, a sausage.

And... Ernesto Villaronga?

He looked after
Oliver for 20 years

at the Hotel Regalia when
he came to the island.

He's retiring now.

So, Oliver was buying him lunch?

Maybe he deserved more.

Oliver was very demanding.

I noticed you had
some CCTV cameras.

Yes, but Oliver's table
was very exclusive.

You won't find film.

It was very private.

Toni served them.

He may have seen something.

Hmm.

Paz said you didn't like Oliver?

She's so helpful. But no.

No, I didn't. He was an idiot.

Everyone will say how much
they liked him but they didn't.

They just feared him.

One bad review - half
your customers gone.

Three months later,
you're closing down.

He wasn't like that. Mama...

It's why I hate this industry.

I don't want my happiness to depend
on one man having a bad meal.

Too much power.

You want to see this?

Mm-hm.

Ernesto, I don't think was
enjoying the meal so much.

Perhaps he was... nervous.

Can we find these guys? It looks
like they were taking photos.

I can get the
booking name for you.

Yes, please.

Is there another camera?

So the management
at Hotel Regalia

said Oliver Barker tried to
have Ernesto fired - twice.

A missing suit and
un-booked opera tickets.

Makes me feel better about Ines.

Well, you threaten someone's
livelihood twice...

they might not let it go.

So first you tell me that
my friend was poisoned

and now you say you think
it is I that k*lled him?

We're just looking
at the evidence.

It's not a normal friendship when
you have to worry about your job.

Oliver and I shared a lot.

Good sobrasada,
fine red wines...

Liverpool Football Club.

SIGHS

I asked him here today for this,

my retirement party,

but he was busy, so he
invited me to lunch.

It was a friendship.

So what about the bottle?

Herbs in a spirit base.

I have eaten like a prince
at the hotel for 40 years.

But I am old, and my digestion
does not forgive me. Look...

May I?

You still seemed pretty
uncomfortable on the video.

It's like you didn't
want to be there.

I do not enjoy being served.

Also, Oliver's other guests...

..they were more like associates,
not friends as I know them.

That man Hugo -

they were enemies
for over a year.

There he is, sitting
with him at Son Sebastia!

Sadly, we cannot
ask Oliver now why.

Well...

I hope you have a lovely party.

Can't imagine giving up work.

Can you?

When I retire to my vineyard
in Binissalem, I'll invite you.

You're not retiring
back to Germany?

When I have everything
I need here?

I mean, the sun, the sea,

the sobrasada,

Carmen.

Course.

Though maybe don't tell Carmen
she comes after a sausage.

That's very good of
you, Senora Serra.

If you could e-mail that over?

OK. Thanks again.

Got the names and addresses of
the guests on the adjacent tables,

so we can get the photos
they were taking of Oliver.

Joan was telling me
about Hugo Asensio.

Hugo applied for a loan
to develop his deli.

Then the other investor
dropped out and k*lled it.

The other investor
was Oliver Barker.

Senor Asensio?

DS Miranda Blake, Palma Police.
This is Detective Max Winter.

We need to talk to you
about Oliver Barker.

Police? The poor man
had a heart attack.

Ah, it may not be that simple.

Hello!

This is Ana Gutierrez,

also a friend of Oliver's.

She's here to write something
about my sobrasada for her blog.

May I?

You were at Son
Sebastia as well.

We'll need to speak to you.

Ana?

Excuse me. The light changes.

It's perfect, then it's gone.

Of course. We need to talk
to you about Oliver Bar...

Ah, yes, but I have to be
in Pollenca market now.

If I lose this opportunity,
I can't finish my story.

Erm... you can find
my number in here.

Hasta luego! Hasta luego!

Thank you. We'll call you later.

PIGS GRUNT

CALLS TO PIGS

Can we talk inside, please?

But someone k*lled him.

It was a tragedy already
that he was dead.

We know you had planned a
property investment with Oliver

and he pulled out.

That must have been...
He cost me money...

..and hope.

I couldn't think about him
for a year without spitting.

Then last week, he said he'd
spoken to a property agent

about another site.

He invited me to
lunch to discuss it.

Did you think you
could trust him?

I was more concerned
that I could forgive him.

But the old goat sounded
so happy on the phone.

And if Ana could
talk to him again...

Detective, would
you prefer if...?

WHISPERS Thank you.

What do you mean, if Ana
could talk to him again?

She and Biel, her
ex-husband, they owned a bar,

brought in a high-end chef.

She thought it might
win a Michelin star,

but Oliver closed them down.

One review. Wrecked it.

And wrecked her marriage.

But she forgave him.

Maybe she enjoyed spilling
his wine at the table!

Anima Tinta.

Hmm! He wouldn't
order that for me.

He only ordered that
when Laura was around.

She's got better legs!

That's a 200 euro bar tab.

Talk about hitting a
man where it hurts.

It's a shame we let Ana leave.

Please... try some.

True Mallorcan sobrasada.

Being presented with one is the
ultimate seal of friendship.

Not sure Piggy would
feel the same way.

Can I take one to go?

Thank you for your time.

You could've been a little
more respectful back there.

Yeah. Yeah, like the respect
you showed nearly passing out

in his kitchen?

Laws and sausages, eh, Max?

Two things you should
never see get made.

Mmm. Back on the horse!

I like the finished
product, what can I say?

Obsessed with it
is more accurate.

We really need to do some
digging into Ana Gutierrez.

I know.

And hey, I don't
obsess about food,

I just have passions.

I bet you haven't even
thought about your last meal.

Cheddar cheese sandwich and
salt and vinegar crisps.

Sorry, what and what crisps?

Salt and vinegar crisps.

They're the only
flavour worth having.

They prefer paprika
here, of course.

It's only cos they've been raised
on food from horror movies.

Let's head to Pollenca market.
See if we can find Ana.

Ana was pretty
nervous at Hugo's.

She couldn't wait
to get out of there.

So maybe she didn't spill
that wine accidentally?

There must be better
ways to wind someone up

if you're that mad at them.

Ana!

There she is.

Ana? We need to ask
you some questions.

Ana, stop! Ana, stop!

Ana! Stop!

Ana!

Huh?

I can do this all day, Ana.

I can't go to jail. I
didn't mean to k*ll him.

This really isn't
helping your case.

I didn't know he'd
have a heart attack!

Max!

TYRES SCREECH Palma Police!

Out of the way. HORN BEEPS

Whoa! Sorry!

Palma Police!

DINERS GASP

Enjoy your meal!

Three, two, one... roadblock!

SIGHS

Whoa!

TYRES SCREECH

Sorry!

ANA GASPS

OK, wait!

OK, but you have
to talk to me, Ana.

You have to answer for Oliver.

You think I wanted to k*ll him?

Just tell me what you used.

Is there a danger to others?

Danger from what?

Don't play games with me.

From salt?

What do you mean? I
put salt in his food.

What are you talking about?

We have information that suggests
that he died of poisoning

after eating at the restaurant.

You think I poisoned his food?

I put salt on his plate.

In the sauce for
the blackened cod.

Why?

He said my food was so
salty, it was inedible.

I wanted to see if
his precious Sebastia

would get the same review as me.

Oh, my God. I didn't k*ll him.

And you really expect me to believe
that you didn't want Oliver dead?

I didn't! I just wanted to
cause problems between him

and the great Sebastia Serra.

That's it.

But maybe there were problems
between those two anyway,

even without me.

I saw Laura and
Oliver at reception.

He looked at her like
they were teenagers again.

What, they used to be together?

Of course. Oliver once told me
that she was the love of his life.

I wonder what Sebastia thought
when he saw it start up again.

Not cool.

So, what did I miss? PANTS

Is she under arrest, or what?

Why did Laura never tell us that
her and Oliver used to be an item?

If it really was past history.

She didn't mention it because
they are having an affair?

And Hugo knew that Oliver only
ever ordered that Animal wine

when he was with
her, so that suggests

that he still has
feelings for her?

Animal wine?

Anima Tinta.

Got to allow me a
little fun, Max.

PHONE RINGS

Blake.

You're kidding me.

OK, thanks.

Well, that was Roberto.

We need to go back...
to the restaurant.

Laura and Oliver were boyfriend
and girlfriend at university.

So what?

I had ten girlfriends
at university.

I don't remember some
of their names. So what?

It's been suggested that Oliver
still had feelings for Laura.

OK. And who says these things?

People observing them together.

People who knew Oliver's habits.

The wine that he
drank here, and why.

We also know Oliver
was in a business deal,

which would have brought
him back to the island.

Say what you want to say.

Based on our evidence,

we think you had sufficient
motive to want Oliver dead.

He played a dangerous game.

My restaurant.

My marriage.

What's this?

We just need to have a
chat with your father.

Oh, about Oliver and my
mother? What do you know, Toni?

Don't talk to my son.

I saw a letter from Oliver telling
my mum that he still loved her.

She denied it, but... Go
and be with your mother!

Toni, you're going
to make it worse.

Sebastia?

You lied to me? What was that,
"I'm going to ignore the letter,

"he's an old fool"? But
you went back with him?

Don't be ridiculous. SHOUTS
Say that one more time!

Drop the knife,
Sebastia. Oh, go to hell.

This is family
business. Now get out!

Listen, we know
that the obituary

that was e-mailed to
Oliver's newspaper

was sent from your apartment.

Hey, hey. No, no. Stand back.

No, no, Toni! Toni!

Get out of my way, Toni!

Toni, no! Argh, argh, argh!

Behave yourself.

You're under arrest!

GRUNTS AND GROANS

Sebastia, but why?

GROANING CONTINUES

You're under arrest, too!

So, my detectives have arrested
Sebastia Serra for m*rder

after wrestling with him in
his Michelin star kitchen?

The man came at his wife
- and me - with a knife.

You don't think that
temper means anything?

You both are going to
apologise to Senora Serra.

It's a m*rder investigation!

He's a jealous husband,
which is the oldest motive.

The fake obit was
sent from his home,

and he actually prepared
the food that Oliver was...

Oliver was not poisoned
inside the restaurant.

What?

When he arrived here, Oliver Barker
was already a dead man walking.

Traces of amanita mushrooms
were found inside his stomach.

The toxin is released
after 24 hours, and then...

irreversible organ damage.

My team are here?

Close this place down.

Chicos!

I didn't see that
curve ball coming.

SIGHS What now?

Now you're wondering
about Sebastia?

No.

He's still a suspect.

We go with the evidence, Max.

But we did kind of provoke him
into getting himself arrested.

We need to know if
Oliver met with Sebastia

before he even came
to the restaurant.

Oliver Barker was old school.

Odds are he'd write things down.

They're still holding his
hotel room for us, right?

Let's go.

A retirement gift.
CHUCKLES SOFTLY

Welcome. Thank
you for seeing us.

Oliver had paid until today,

so we have left
his room for you.

Max!

I know my dinosaurs.

Right, three days ago - 15th.

Something at 1pm.

Do you know anything about it?

He said he was meeting
someone for lunch.

Do you know who?

No.

"Dear Oliver.

"You're right. We need to talk.

"Meet me for lunch at our
place on Tuesday at 1pm.

"Love, as ever, Laura."

What is that?

A forgery. I didn't write this.

Where were you at
lunchtime three days ago?

Three days?

At home. Working.

Paz will tell you. She
brought over the menus.

Please tell me what I
am meant to have done.

Well, Oliver thought
he was meeting you.

"You were right.
We should talk."

So, if it wasn't you, who
did he meet? Sebastia?

Where is "our place"?

In Cala Mago.

It's where I grew up.

The summer we were together, we
would meet to hide from my mother.

Eat sobrasada with bread

that he'd bring from the
restaurant where he worked.

It was a very special time.

What happened?

Why split up?

He was unfaithful.

Couldn't last.

Did you still love him?

Were you having an affair,

and Sebastia poisoned him?

I got pregnant, OK?

My last year of university.

Oliver said he would support me,

we'd get married...

but I knew he
wasn't being honest.

And I couldn't be
a mother on my own.

It would never be allowed.

So what did you do?

I was sent to my aunt's
house near Madrid.

I had the baby.

It was given for adoption.

I'm sorry.

And this is why you have to know

that I could not be with
Oliver again like that.

Too many memories.

Too much pain.

Who else knew about Cala Mago?

They left me none?

SIGHS

We work with thieves and liars.

Well, the restaurant
staff check out.

Anything on Paz?

She's on here. Oh.

Paz Casals.



Shoplifting charge, aged 13.

Ran away from home,
got arrested. Hmm.

Doesn't scream stability.

Avila - that's


I'm not crazy, right?

She was pouring that fancy
lemonade at Son Sebastia.

Is that ginger?

Yeah, and rosemary.

"Anyone born here
knows the recipe."

Like she was local,

and we weren't.

So, she wants Laura to think
that she's a Mallorcan.

Oh, my God.

What?

Senora Casals?

Paz?

Detectives, do
you have any news?

We've got questions.

So, this documents
your birth in Avila

on the same day that Laura Serra

states that she gave
birth to a child,

which she gave up for adoption.

And this is a photograph of you
when you were arrested aged 13.

And since then, you've had
your birthmark removed,

and you've dyed your hair, but other
than that you look a lot like Laura.

Your mother.

Which made Oliver
Barker your father.

You didn't want anyone
to know your identity.

Everyone else around Oliver
from the time he was poisoned

has been accounted for.

PAZ GASPS Hate this day.

Don't move. Don't do it.

Put the mushrooms down!

I'll eat them.

I don't care any more.

No! No! No! No!

No!

Talk to us, Paz.

Other people keep their
children with nothing.

You see Laura's son, Toni?

You see she kept him.

I know it was Oliver, who
made her give me away.

I know she did not believe
he would stay with her, so...

she gave me away.

What happened at Cala Mago?

I wrote a letter.

Oliver showed up,
expecting Laura.

I told him she had to
be at the restaurant.

But you brought lunch, right?

Yeah, of course.

Sobrasada and pan artesano.

Like the old days for him.

I knew he would stay
long enough for that

if it was a special
gift from Laura.

And you made the
sobrasada? Of course.

And you put the amarita
mushrooms in it,

knowing that he'd be
poisoned and definitely die?

Of course.

He ate one.

And then I told him Laura
made one to take with him.

I just wanted to be sure.

He was so happy.

You wanted Laura
to have the blame?

And I used Sebastia's computer.

I wanted her to
think it was him.

I wanted...

What is it?

To put a bump in
their relationship.

Because Laura gave you away?

What about your adopted family?

[PAZ GROANS SOFTLY]

You think Toni has the same?

I'm kind of relieved we're not locking
up the island's best chef for m*rder.

It's a very sad ending, but
if finding answers is our job,

well, you've done yours.

Oh. Thank you, Ines.

There were two sobrasadas.

What? What? There were two.

Paz said she made two.

Oliver took the
second one, but...

what happened to it?

He ate it?

I don't know. He was obsessed.

And that's fine if we
knew, but we don't.

And also, it's heavy, you know?

He ate one himself
already that day.

OK, well, we need
to check on that.

Yeah. Ines, it's a gift, right?

You give it to friends,
it's an honour.

Yeah, it's important. Yeah.

Oh, no. He's given it to someone
and they're going to die.

PHONE RINGS

RINGING CONTINUES

Pick up the phone!

Urgh!

Salud, huh! GUESTS: Salud!

GUESTS CHEER

Ernesto!

Let's try round
the back. Let's go.

Everybody!

A menjar!

Police!

GUESTS SCREAM

Drop the sobrasada! Put it down!

It's poisoned.

SIGHS

I've brought my own supper.

If this is some
re-educational programme

in the Mallorcan
cuisine, then...

CLEARS HER THROAT

CHUCKLES

CRUNCHING

Mmm!

Hmm!

Not bad.