02x02 - Son of a Pig

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BLEATING

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.

CHURCH BELL CHIMES

DOOR SLAMS 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.

BELL RINGS

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


GENTLE RATTLING

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 w*r? 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.

DOOR SLAMS

Oops.

Oh, according to her
website, Maria Himenez

is excavating the graves of those
who disappeared in the Civil w*r.

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 c*ck.

And I think that's not
so fair to c*ck.

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 w*r is at its height.

Nationalists begin
systematic reprisals

against Republican volunteers.

They took young men
from their homes,

their families, their mother.

MEN SHOUT

They lined them up against
the wall of the church,

right in the centre of town...

..and then put a b*llet 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 k*ll 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.

LAUGHS 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 m*rder 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


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 b*llet 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.

b*llet 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 w*r 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 k*lled Diego Gris!

He's an anarchist, a
drunk and a m*rder*r!

HE SIGHS

Ninos, limpialo ahora!

BELL CHIMES

So this is the wall?

One b*llet 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 m*rder*d in the w*r.

m*rder?

No.

ex*cuted 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 t*rrorists?

Do your job. Arrest the k*ller.

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 b*llet in his head."

No comment.

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

I said, no comment.

HE WHISTLES Ahora no.

Ahora no.

OK.

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

Miranda, please
don't slam the...

DOOR SLAMS ..door.

SHE SIGHS

INTERCOM BUZZES

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.

INTERCOM BUZZES

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 sh**ting 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 CHUCKLES

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 as*ault
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.

PHONE RINGS

CARMEN SIGHS

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".

HE SIGHS 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 k*lled his own brother,
so why wouldn't he k*ll you?

So you brought a g*n.

And when you saw
what he planned...

..you were ready for him...

g*nsh*t

..and you shot him in the head.

Ohh... SHE CHUCKLES

Really?

Yes...

..really.

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

of the body of a


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!

FATHER GARCIA MURMURS

Te fare fora d'es poble.

Fill de puta traidor!

Fill de puta!

No!

NEWS REPORT IN SPANISH

DOOR CLOSES

RATTLING

DOOR OPENS

RATTLING

PHONE RINGS

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 m*rder*r's mind?

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

and ends with blood and
brains on the carpet.

sh*t.



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?

PHONE RINGS Why?

Hello.

Oh, Miranda!

WHISPERS: It's Miranda.

Wow.

Uh-huh.

All right.

Yeah, thank you.

HE WHISTLES

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 w*r.

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 w*r memorabilia,

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

I searched your office
and I found this -

an Astra 400 p*stol and
a box of 9mm shells.

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

FRANK SIGHS

I grew up hearing all
about Grandfather Tom

who never came back
from the Civil w*r.

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

m*rder*d 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.

DIEGO LAUGHS

Don't laugh at me.

Go ahead, you foolish old man.

HE LAUGHS

And you got angrier at
Diego and what you thought

Ramon Gris had done to
Tom and his comrades.

And I loaded the g*n.

CAR HORN BEEPS

Move your car, you idiot.

What are you doing
there? Move it!

Take it! Take it all!

g*nsh*t

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.

CLICK

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.

SOBBING

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.

MAX CHUCKLES

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.

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