The Mallorca Files (2019) s01e05 Episode Script
Sour Grapes
Hey.
Everything OK? OK.
Erika? Erika? Where did she go? She was just there.
GUNSHOT Oh, my God! Erika? Erika? Erika! Erika! Oh, God! Erika! Erika! Erika! Erika! Erika! Erika! Erika! Over here! Erika! Erika! Erika! Erika, my sweetheart, are you OK? Oh, my God! Erika! Oh! She's OK.
Oh, Erika! Are you OK? ? When the moonlight shines down on the sea ? And you think that you got a shot at me ? Better set me free ? You got to set me free ? Yeah, I'll surrender ? Surrender.
? A dead dog? So, I wonder what we'll get tomorrow - missing goldfish? The front-line officers are all busy on the corrupt doctor case.
Front line, right.
I thought you British loved pets more than people? Oh, such a cliche! Anyway, I'm excited.
About the dead dog? About being here.
It's one of the top two vineyards in Mallorca.
The reds from this place are divine.
As good as any Bordeaux.
Max, are you by any chance a wine snob? Oh, absolutely.
Oh, no.
Oh! I wanted to call you after the second letter, but Rainer said I was overreacting.
He's been in denial about the whole thing.
It's all posted from different parts of the island.
Was this soil here when you opened the letter? I'm not sure.
Well, based on the dog's wound and the angle of entry, I'd say the shot was close range, fired from a small-calibre rifle.
Can you think of anyone who might have a grudge against your family? Every winemaker in Mallorca.
Your success makes them jealous? No.
My husband does things differently.
They don't like that.
She was such a good guard dog.
Why didn't she bark? The Adventure Of Silver Blaze.
The Sherlock Holmes' story about the dog that didn't bark? The reason it didn't bark was it knew the killer.
I gather you grew up here.
My mother used to push me and my sister Stephanie on those swings.
She would sing to us.
Does your sister live in Mallorca? She passed away when I was nine.
Sorry.
And now my father has decided to move back to Germany because of his cancer.
What's that? It's a bottle tree.
It traps the voices of ghosts.
They're still here, you see, my sister and my mum.
Stuck between this world and the next.
Like me.
Intimidation tactics, which will fail.
They're working on your wife.
If they want us gone, then they would have to shoot me, not my dog.
I just paid out a fortune for a new winery building.
We start construction next week.
It will be four times the size of the old building.
Totally state of the art.
Like nothing the island has seen.
Impressive.
That's quite the gadget, as well.
Geo mapping the vines, looking for signs of disease.
And it's ten times quicker than the old tractor driver.
Doesn't need any days off for Christmas.
Exactly.
Yes.
You see, people believe that making wine is art.
It's not.
The truth is, it's all about numbers, from start to finish.
Well, the approach certainly seems to be bearing fruit, Mr Schroder.
But do any winemakers have a particular grudge against you? No.
They all hate me.
Duck! Whoa! Sorry, couldn't resist.
Rainer Schroeder is definitely more technology than terroir.
What's "terroir"? In a word? Somewhereness.
That isn't a word.
It's what makes one wine taste different from another grown only 100 metres away, soil variations, slope inclines, you know, that sort of thing.
Can you see that? They were definitely watching us.
What are you doing? Um Palma Police.
I know.
Sorry, you are? I'm Hans Weber.
THE Hans Weber.
Wow.
Right, well, Mr Weber, we've just seen someone standing in the trees watching us.
Are you sure? I can't thank you enough, Mr Weber.
You're hardly the first person to ask to see this place.
Wow! Ha-ha.
This place really Rocks The Casbah.
This is helping us how exactly? Research.
You're drinking beer? I lost the taste for wine a few years ago.
That's why I put Rainer in charge.
Care to join me? Yeah.
No.
Prost.
Your daughter said you're moving back to Germany? Yes, to Miesbach.
Miesbach? In Bavaria? Why the hell do you want to live there? It's where I'm from.
And my cancer means that I've only got a few months to live, so I'm looking very much forward to getting back.
Of course, I'm sorry.
1990, no way! The famous vintage.
Oh-ho-ho.
That's my dear friend Carlos who helped me pick it.
A wonderful time.
I don't suppose I could see a little bottle? Oh! It's beautiful.
Find out who shot the dog and it's yours.
A bottle of Bodega Negra '90 is worth a thousand euros? More.
Oh, there's some gullible people around.
Why do you say that? Oh, come on.
A grand for a bottle of plonk.
It's classic Emperor's New Clothes.
If something is beautiful enough, there's no limit to what people will pay.
In the virtual world.
So who should look? Well, we don't know yet, senor, but the key thing is it didn't park.
Meaning? Meaning we must always look for what's missing from the frame, not just what's in it.
Wasn't there a Sherlock Holmes story about a dog that didn't bark? Yes, there was.
There was.
And now my wine.
Why did they have to choose my best white, huh? Who else would have known which wine was in this vat? Apart from Hans and Yvonne, hardly anyone.
Bodega Byass.
Aren't they your big rivals? Yeah.
I like to study the competition.
Take all the time you need.
Try the wine, OK, but why keep the corks? So, did someone strike lucky with this vat, or was it an inside job? I'll run a DNA check on the hair.
You were right about the bullet that shot the dog.
Fired from very close range, using a 0.
22 calibre rifle, and there's no sign that she'd been drugged.
So the dog did know the killer.
So have you found your dog murderer? Um We're narrowing the field? Whoever's behind this must have a serious vendetta against the family.
That's a no, then.
The good news is my Spanish officers have arrested our corrupt doctor and already got a full confession.
Dr Mahrez admitted supplying this lot with everything from sick notes to class A drugs.
Impressive, no? I'm having friends over for dinner on Friday, so maybe you could get me a nice bottle of red.
What do you say? Look who's got a fake diagnosis.
Dr Mahrez admitted what he did for you, Mr Weber.
I feared he would.
No, I'm not dying.
Not imminently.
So why pretend you were? Because I want to go back to Germany to spend what time I do have left in the place of my birth.
But you don't need to fake cancer for that.
I want Yvonne and Rainer to come back with me.
You told them you were dying because you wanted their company.
Some might call that selfish.
It's not just that.
I have to get Rainer away from this place.
This new winery is pure folly.
He's out of control.
He's going to bankrupt this family.
So you wanted your illness to force Rainer to sell up? Which is why you also sent the letters, why you shot the dog and spoilt the wine? To scare Yvonne and Rainer into going back with you? No, no, I wouldn't do any of that.
What, frighten your own family? I paid the doctor to lie, but that's all I did.
Lie about what? You crazy fool! How could you do that?! Yvie! You want to go back that much? Yvie.
So is grandad our doggie killer? Getting close to the dog wouldn't be an issue.
PHONE RINGS Oh.
Yes.
OK, who? Thanks.
The hair in the blue wine - Federico got a DNA match from a previous conviction.
Hans Weber.
Nope.
Bodega Santa Maria.
Carlos Fernandez? Yes.
Palma Police.
We'd like to ask you about an act of vandalism committed yesterday at your former place of work, Bodega Negra.
Idiot.
How many train drivers can run faster than their train? Max! Miranda! Over there! Ready? Ready.
There'll be another one along soon.
There's only one train.
Oh, well! How do I look, by the way? Like a man who's found his vocation.
So, Carlos, you worked at Bodega Negra for nearly 13 years.
Sorry.
Six months ago, Rainer Schroeder fired you.
Now you're dressed in a frankly embarrassing outfit driving around tourists.
It wasn't me.
Oh, please! We found your DNA in Schroeder's wine.
Must be tough being replaced by a toy helicopter.
I never had one day off sick in all those years.
I thought they were my friends.
Emilio Byass was right all along.
Emilio Byass, as in the owner of Bodega Byass? "Those Germans are heartless bastards.
" That's what he said.
And killing a dog and terrifying a little girl isn't heartless? It wasn't me, no way.
Sure, I hate dogs and that one hated me, but I would never do anything to scare that little girl.
Why did the dog hate you, Carlos? Yvonne confirmed she saw Carlos kick Heidi when she was a puppy, and after that, Heidi barked her head off every time Carlos went near her.
Carlos didn't shoot Heidi.
This might cheer you up.
Yvonne's sister Stephanie drowned aged 15.
Cheer me up? Her boat capsized off the east coast of the island in March 1991, and a 17-year-old boy named Julio also drowned.
Oh, good! Feeling so much better now.
Julio Byass.
Byass, as in the rival vineyard? Son of the owner, Emilio Byass.
OK, that's pretty interesting.
My father started me on his Montenegro.
I soon was able to set it up.
And they'll still be producing when my daughter, Margalida, takes over from me.
But you're not here for a history lesson.
We're on duty.
Sorry.
I didn't shoot the dog.
But Rainer Schroeder is your main rival.
Schroeder makes his wines with machines.
I make mind with love.
That doesn't make him a rival, it just makes me sad.
You had a son too, Julio? God bless his soul.
Can I ask you why he was with Stephanie Weber that night on a boat? Ask Hans Weber.
We'd like to hear it from you.
Julio and Stephanie were crazy about each other.
But my son wasn't good enough for Hans.
He forbade them from being together, which is why they decided to row to Menorca.
They were eloping? The ocean swallowed them up.
They were just kids.
I never even got to bury my son.
Must be hard to forgive Hans Weber even after all this time.
No Byass has set foot in Bodega Negra since '91, and none ever will! So you have a wasted journey.
Hey, Margalida! Margalida! What the hell are you doing? Finishing off the Callet.
I've done the Callet already.
I've told you twice, you never listened.
Sorry.
Sorry, sorry, why do you never get it right? Leave it.
I'll do it.
Never found the right man.
Such a tragedy.
She's got plenty of time.
She's like a ten-year bottle of Montenegro no longer drinkable.
Well, until he revealed himself as a bullying, chauvinistic pig, I quite liked Emilio.
So, he wants to settle an old family score? Fine, but why now after 28 years? And how did he get close enough to the dog if she didn't know him? I'd love to be there when she tells Daddy she's becoming an actress.
It's my brother's bike.
Papa insists that I look after it.
It seems like your father's still grieving.
Julio was his son, his heir to the throne.
Did he tell you I was undrinkable? He's right.
What man would take me on with this place hanging round my neck? So why do you stay? Where would I go? OK, I'm intrigued.
So, let me guess.
You make face packs out of it? No.
You adopting an ant? No.
I'm exposing a myth.
Hold on, wait, wait, wait.
I found this DVD on the doorstep.
Someone got in the house and filmed my daughter.
Erika, honey, shall we go get an ice cream? Yes? Come on.
It was filmed yesterday.
All right, stay here.
I'll go and find Mr Weber.
Where will you go? To a friend in Palma while I find a house in Miesbach.
This bloody place! Should have gone years ago.
Isn't this sort of what you wanted? What? Well, it would be harder for Rainer to stop you going back to Germany now? Just an observation.
You don't have children, do you? No.
As if I would ever deliberately put my daughter through something like this! Mr Weber? In the case file I saw the farewell note your daughter wrote, saying why they were leaving for Menorca.
It's very moving.
The boat was found down there, smashed into 30 pieces.
They never stood a chance.
I can't imagine.
Your wife died only a year later.
My Hannah's life ended when Stephanie drowned.
How did she feel about Julio? As worried as me.
Julio was uneducated, temperamental.
The boy was dangerous, but I was too black and white.
I regret that.
Is it true Emilio Byass hasn't visited your vineyard since 1991? I haven't laid eyes on the man since the funeral.
Oh.
Some might call this displacement activity.
And they would be wrong, Miranda.
We're stuck so we need to clear our minds.
Oh, regional grape in here? All right.
Oh, wow, she's showing me a whole orchard of red fruit - raspberries, cherries and something a little spicy.
Obviously, it's a Cabernet Sauvignon.
Wrong.
What? Oh! Thank you.
Would you like to try, Miranda? Sure.
It's a Syrah.
From? Southeast Australia, 2011.
How the hell did you do that? I've done a few tastings, and Juan showed me the label earlier while you were in the loo.
You're a good liar.
Thanks.
And so is Carmen.
Sure.
She's very different to me.
And so is Margalida Byass for that matter.
You're not unattractive.
I mean, I could never, ever work for my dad, but thanks.
I came pretty close.
Oh, yeah? Mm-hm.
So what does Daddy do? He's head of a manufacturing business making car components.
So German.
He thought I was going to take over from him.
And instead you decided to join the police? Mm-hm.
He was so proud.
Nothing wrong with choosing to be a cop.
And then I might as well have become a criminal.
I was an estate agent.
Oh, well.
I'm sure he's forgiven you.
I don't know.
There's a lot to forgive.
Oh, God.
What? You were right - the soil from the Byass and the Negra vineyards are different.
That's why you were spooning.
Hmm? Oh, yes.
Yeah, yeah, but listen to this.
A sample from the Byass vineyard exactly matches the soil traces in the hate mail envelope.
So, Emilio Byass did send the letters.
That's Rainer Schroeder's car.
What the hell is he doing here? What are you doing to my family, my daughter? Don't you understand that? Liar! We're going in.
Go on, hit me.
That will make everything better.
I wouldn't do that.
A little old school for you, isn't it, Schroeder? Get out, please! She said get out! The corks in the winery.
What in Jesus' name is going on in there? You! You come back here now! Margalida! Stay there.
Margalida.
Margalida! Turn that thing off! Margalida! I'll go.
You get Rainer to talk.
How long? Two years.
But I ended it six months ago.
God! Senor Byass! This isn't the answer.
Treacherous, little whore.
Just now you said you ended the affair six months ago.
About the time you got the first hate letter.
Margalida's behind all this, isn't she? And you knew it, right from the start, but you couldn't tell your wife, for obvious reasons.
This has gone too far.
I'm stalking Erika in our own house.
I just came here to tell her that it had to stop.
Having to be a son as well as a daughter, it must be very tiring.
So you chose the last man on Earth your father would want.
Rainer knew the business.
He understood my situation.
But he wasn't supposed to break your heart, though.
Now he has, he deserves everything he's getting.
I see.
So this is part of Rainer's punishment, is it? It's my way out from that place.
You may not be as trapped as you think.
Margalida, please, don't you think it's time you showed your dad what you want with your life? Margalida, please.
Margalida, please! Did you get her? No.
I couldn't catch her.
I'm on my way back.
Thank you so much.
Yvie? Yvie Get in.
Wait.
Fast.
Yvie, wait! Please.
Yvie, wait.
I'll be back to collect my debt.
No, no.
Erika, it's going to be fine, OK? Erika! Mr Schroeder.
Mr Schroeder? Mr Schroeder.
Mr Schroeder! What? Are you here to arrest me? Actually, I was looking for your father-in-law.
I'm trying to avoid him.
No wonder, Rainer.
Margalida was a regular visitor here.
Such a big mistake.
These things happen, even in good marriages.
Yvonne loves you.
Profoundly.
And when this storm has passed, she will forgive you.
You want to lose her and Erika? Of course not.
Then stop your digging.
Pack your bags, and come back with us to Germany.
Mr Weber? Your reward? Yeah.
Thank you.
You deserve it.
And I sense you'll appreciate it.
I don't understand.
Why are you so keen to leave this beautiful place? Life is all about timing.
Knowing when to harvest the grapes, when to exit the stage.
No, but I still don't get it.
You're not dying, Rainer spent all the money on the winery already, and Miesbach hardly has any good beers, so why are you so desperate to leave? I have to pack.
Enjoy the wine.
We must always look for what's missing from the frame.
Mr Schroeder? Mr Schroeder? May I ask you a question? When was that old winery building built? The one you just knocked down? 1991.
Why? The year Stephanie died? Hans dedicated it to her.
He'd just started building when it happened.
This is ridiculous.
Stop it, Yvie! No.
No It's not possible.
Rainer! Where's my daughter? I have no idea.
Senor Byass, put the gun down.
Is that my son, Hans? Is that my son, Hans? Is that my son, Hans? They shouldn't have run.
Emilio.
Why did they run? Put the gun down.
Put the gun down.
God! Oh, God! I was woken by a noise outside.
I found Stephanie's farewell letter in the kitchen.
She was so happy with that boy.
So in love.
My dear girl.
I didn't mean to.
I only wanted to frighten them.
I swear I'll shoot! I told him to stop.
No! Yvonne.
You knew something bad had happened.
How? I heard a demon in the night.
My mother, the police, they all seemed so sure what had happened.
The letter, the boat.
So each night, I made up my mind to forget my suspicions.
But it's not as simple as that, is it? You honestly think you can persuade your wife to stay? She always thought this place was haunted.
And now there's been an exorcism.
And if she does go? With your daughter? Then I'll finish the job myself.
So you lost the dog killer.
And solved an actual murder.
OK.
Fine.
I think that was a "Well done, Max.
" I can give you a sticker if you like, Miranda.
Maybe we should get a chart going.
As requested.
Oh, from Bodega Negra! From the supermarket down the road.
I hope your dinner guests approve.
I always thought their wines went downhill after 1990.
Tragedy must have put a curse on the soil.
Or Hans lost a bit of enthusiasm.
Just, you know, putting it out there.
Turns out German fathers can be as protective of their daughters as you Majorcans, huh, Juan.
If you ever do anything to hurt Carmen, I would choose something far more painful than a bullet, eh, Max? It's corked.
Gin and tonics it is, then.
? We got time on our side ? It's never too late ? If you want me now ? It's going to have to wait.
?
Everything OK? OK.
Erika? Erika? Where did she go? She was just there.
GUNSHOT Oh, my God! Erika? Erika? Erika! Erika! Oh, God! Erika! Erika! Erika! Erika! Erika! Erika! Erika! Over here! Erika! Erika! Erika! Erika, my sweetheart, are you OK? Oh, my God! Erika! Oh! She's OK.
Oh, Erika! Are you OK? ? When the moonlight shines down on the sea ? And you think that you got a shot at me ? Better set me free ? You got to set me free ? Yeah, I'll surrender ? Surrender.
? A dead dog? So, I wonder what we'll get tomorrow - missing goldfish? The front-line officers are all busy on the corrupt doctor case.
Front line, right.
I thought you British loved pets more than people? Oh, such a cliche! Anyway, I'm excited.
About the dead dog? About being here.
It's one of the top two vineyards in Mallorca.
The reds from this place are divine.
As good as any Bordeaux.
Max, are you by any chance a wine snob? Oh, absolutely.
Oh, no.
Oh! I wanted to call you after the second letter, but Rainer said I was overreacting.
He's been in denial about the whole thing.
It's all posted from different parts of the island.
Was this soil here when you opened the letter? I'm not sure.
Well, based on the dog's wound and the angle of entry, I'd say the shot was close range, fired from a small-calibre rifle.
Can you think of anyone who might have a grudge against your family? Every winemaker in Mallorca.
Your success makes them jealous? No.
My husband does things differently.
They don't like that.
She was such a good guard dog.
Why didn't she bark? The Adventure Of Silver Blaze.
The Sherlock Holmes' story about the dog that didn't bark? The reason it didn't bark was it knew the killer.
I gather you grew up here.
My mother used to push me and my sister Stephanie on those swings.
She would sing to us.
Does your sister live in Mallorca? She passed away when I was nine.
Sorry.
And now my father has decided to move back to Germany because of his cancer.
What's that? It's a bottle tree.
It traps the voices of ghosts.
They're still here, you see, my sister and my mum.
Stuck between this world and the next.
Like me.
Intimidation tactics, which will fail.
They're working on your wife.
If they want us gone, then they would have to shoot me, not my dog.
I just paid out a fortune for a new winery building.
We start construction next week.
It will be four times the size of the old building.
Totally state of the art.
Like nothing the island has seen.
Impressive.
That's quite the gadget, as well.
Geo mapping the vines, looking for signs of disease.
And it's ten times quicker than the old tractor driver.
Doesn't need any days off for Christmas.
Exactly.
Yes.
You see, people believe that making wine is art.
It's not.
The truth is, it's all about numbers, from start to finish.
Well, the approach certainly seems to be bearing fruit, Mr Schroder.
But do any winemakers have a particular grudge against you? No.
They all hate me.
Duck! Whoa! Sorry, couldn't resist.
Rainer Schroeder is definitely more technology than terroir.
What's "terroir"? In a word? Somewhereness.
That isn't a word.
It's what makes one wine taste different from another grown only 100 metres away, soil variations, slope inclines, you know, that sort of thing.
Can you see that? They were definitely watching us.
What are you doing? Um Palma Police.
I know.
Sorry, you are? I'm Hans Weber.
THE Hans Weber.
Wow.
Right, well, Mr Weber, we've just seen someone standing in the trees watching us.
Are you sure? I can't thank you enough, Mr Weber.
You're hardly the first person to ask to see this place.
Wow! Ha-ha.
This place really Rocks The Casbah.
This is helping us how exactly? Research.
You're drinking beer? I lost the taste for wine a few years ago.
That's why I put Rainer in charge.
Care to join me? Yeah.
No.
Prost.
Your daughter said you're moving back to Germany? Yes, to Miesbach.
Miesbach? In Bavaria? Why the hell do you want to live there? It's where I'm from.
And my cancer means that I've only got a few months to live, so I'm looking very much forward to getting back.
Of course, I'm sorry.
1990, no way! The famous vintage.
Oh-ho-ho.
That's my dear friend Carlos who helped me pick it.
A wonderful time.
I don't suppose I could see a little bottle? Oh! It's beautiful.
Find out who shot the dog and it's yours.
A bottle of Bodega Negra '90 is worth a thousand euros? More.
Oh, there's some gullible people around.
Why do you say that? Oh, come on.
A grand for a bottle of plonk.
It's classic Emperor's New Clothes.
If something is beautiful enough, there's no limit to what people will pay.
In the virtual world.
So who should look? Well, we don't know yet, senor, but the key thing is it didn't park.
Meaning? Meaning we must always look for what's missing from the frame, not just what's in it.
Wasn't there a Sherlock Holmes story about a dog that didn't bark? Yes, there was.
There was.
And now my wine.
Why did they have to choose my best white, huh? Who else would have known which wine was in this vat? Apart from Hans and Yvonne, hardly anyone.
Bodega Byass.
Aren't they your big rivals? Yeah.
I like to study the competition.
Take all the time you need.
Try the wine, OK, but why keep the corks? So, did someone strike lucky with this vat, or was it an inside job? I'll run a DNA check on the hair.
You were right about the bullet that shot the dog.
Fired from very close range, using a 0.
22 calibre rifle, and there's no sign that she'd been drugged.
So the dog did know the killer.
So have you found your dog murderer? Um We're narrowing the field? Whoever's behind this must have a serious vendetta against the family.
That's a no, then.
The good news is my Spanish officers have arrested our corrupt doctor and already got a full confession.
Dr Mahrez admitted supplying this lot with everything from sick notes to class A drugs.
Impressive, no? I'm having friends over for dinner on Friday, so maybe you could get me a nice bottle of red.
What do you say? Look who's got a fake diagnosis.
Dr Mahrez admitted what he did for you, Mr Weber.
I feared he would.
No, I'm not dying.
Not imminently.
So why pretend you were? Because I want to go back to Germany to spend what time I do have left in the place of my birth.
But you don't need to fake cancer for that.
I want Yvonne and Rainer to come back with me.
You told them you were dying because you wanted their company.
Some might call that selfish.
It's not just that.
I have to get Rainer away from this place.
This new winery is pure folly.
He's out of control.
He's going to bankrupt this family.
So you wanted your illness to force Rainer to sell up? Which is why you also sent the letters, why you shot the dog and spoilt the wine? To scare Yvonne and Rainer into going back with you? No, no, I wouldn't do any of that.
What, frighten your own family? I paid the doctor to lie, but that's all I did.
Lie about what? You crazy fool! How could you do that?! Yvie! You want to go back that much? Yvie.
So is grandad our doggie killer? Getting close to the dog wouldn't be an issue.
PHONE RINGS Oh.
Yes.
OK, who? Thanks.
The hair in the blue wine - Federico got a DNA match from a previous conviction.
Hans Weber.
Nope.
Bodega Santa Maria.
Carlos Fernandez? Yes.
Palma Police.
We'd like to ask you about an act of vandalism committed yesterday at your former place of work, Bodega Negra.
Idiot.
How many train drivers can run faster than their train? Max! Miranda! Over there! Ready? Ready.
There'll be another one along soon.
There's only one train.
Oh, well! How do I look, by the way? Like a man who's found his vocation.
So, Carlos, you worked at Bodega Negra for nearly 13 years.
Sorry.
Six months ago, Rainer Schroeder fired you.
Now you're dressed in a frankly embarrassing outfit driving around tourists.
It wasn't me.
Oh, please! We found your DNA in Schroeder's wine.
Must be tough being replaced by a toy helicopter.
I never had one day off sick in all those years.
I thought they were my friends.
Emilio Byass was right all along.
Emilio Byass, as in the owner of Bodega Byass? "Those Germans are heartless bastards.
" That's what he said.
And killing a dog and terrifying a little girl isn't heartless? It wasn't me, no way.
Sure, I hate dogs and that one hated me, but I would never do anything to scare that little girl.
Why did the dog hate you, Carlos? Yvonne confirmed she saw Carlos kick Heidi when she was a puppy, and after that, Heidi barked her head off every time Carlos went near her.
Carlos didn't shoot Heidi.
This might cheer you up.
Yvonne's sister Stephanie drowned aged 15.
Cheer me up? Her boat capsized off the east coast of the island in March 1991, and a 17-year-old boy named Julio also drowned.
Oh, good! Feeling so much better now.
Julio Byass.
Byass, as in the rival vineyard? Son of the owner, Emilio Byass.
OK, that's pretty interesting.
My father started me on his Montenegro.
I soon was able to set it up.
And they'll still be producing when my daughter, Margalida, takes over from me.
But you're not here for a history lesson.
We're on duty.
Sorry.
I didn't shoot the dog.
But Rainer Schroeder is your main rival.
Schroeder makes his wines with machines.
I make mind with love.
That doesn't make him a rival, it just makes me sad.
You had a son too, Julio? God bless his soul.
Can I ask you why he was with Stephanie Weber that night on a boat? Ask Hans Weber.
We'd like to hear it from you.
Julio and Stephanie were crazy about each other.
But my son wasn't good enough for Hans.
He forbade them from being together, which is why they decided to row to Menorca.
They were eloping? The ocean swallowed them up.
They were just kids.
I never even got to bury my son.
Must be hard to forgive Hans Weber even after all this time.
No Byass has set foot in Bodega Negra since '91, and none ever will! So you have a wasted journey.
Hey, Margalida! Margalida! What the hell are you doing? Finishing off the Callet.
I've done the Callet already.
I've told you twice, you never listened.
Sorry.
Sorry, sorry, why do you never get it right? Leave it.
I'll do it.
Never found the right man.
Such a tragedy.
She's got plenty of time.
She's like a ten-year bottle of Montenegro no longer drinkable.
Well, until he revealed himself as a bullying, chauvinistic pig, I quite liked Emilio.
So, he wants to settle an old family score? Fine, but why now after 28 years? And how did he get close enough to the dog if she didn't know him? I'd love to be there when she tells Daddy she's becoming an actress.
It's my brother's bike.
Papa insists that I look after it.
It seems like your father's still grieving.
Julio was his son, his heir to the throne.
Did he tell you I was undrinkable? He's right.
What man would take me on with this place hanging round my neck? So why do you stay? Where would I go? OK, I'm intrigued.
So, let me guess.
You make face packs out of it? No.
You adopting an ant? No.
I'm exposing a myth.
Hold on, wait, wait, wait.
I found this DVD on the doorstep.
Someone got in the house and filmed my daughter.
Erika, honey, shall we go get an ice cream? Yes? Come on.
It was filmed yesterday.
All right, stay here.
I'll go and find Mr Weber.
Where will you go? To a friend in Palma while I find a house in Miesbach.
This bloody place! Should have gone years ago.
Isn't this sort of what you wanted? What? Well, it would be harder for Rainer to stop you going back to Germany now? Just an observation.
You don't have children, do you? No.
As if I would ever deliberately put my daughter through something like this! Mr Weber? In the case file I saw the farewell note your daughter wrote, saying why they were leaving for Menorca.
It's very moving.
The boat was found down there, smashed into 30 pieces.
They never stood a chance.
I can't imagine.
Your wife died only a year later.
My Hannah's life ended when Stephanie drowned.
How did she feel about Julio? As worried as me.
Julio was uneducated, temperamental.
The boy was dangerous, but I was too black and white.
I regret that.
Is it true Emilio Byass hasn't visited your vineyard since 1991? I haven't laid eyes on the man since the funeral.
Oh.
Some might call this displacement activity.
And they would be wrong, Miranda.
We're stuck so we need to clear our minds.
Oh, regional grape in here? All right.
Oh, wow, she's showing me a whole orchard of red fruit - raspberries, cherries and something a little spicy.
Obviously, it's a Cabernet Sauvignon.
Wrong.
What? Oh! Thank you.
Would you like to try, Miranda? Sure.
It's a Syrah.
From? Southeast Australia, 2011.
How the hell did you do that? I've done a few tastings, and Juan showed me the label earlier while you were in the loo.
You're a good liar.
Thanks.
And so is Carmen.
Sure.
She's very different to me.
And so is Margalida Byass for that matter.
You're not unattractive.
I mean, I could never, ever work for my dad, but thanks.
I came pretty close.
Oh, yeah? Mm-hm.
So what does Daddy do? He's head of a manufacturing business making car components.
So German.
He thought I was going to take over from him.
And instead you decided to join the police? Mm-hm.
He was so proud.
Nothing wrong with choosing to be a cop.
And then I might as well have become a criminal.
I was an estate agent.
Oh, well.
I'm sure he's forgiven you.
I don't know.
There's a lot to forgive.
Oh, God.
What? You were right - the soil from the Byass and the Negra vineyards are different.
That's why you were spooning.
Hmm? Oh, yes.
Yeah, yeah, but listen to this.
A sample from the Byass vineyard exactly matches the soil traces in the hate mail envelope.
So, Emilio Byass did send the letters.
That's Rainer Schroeder's car.
What the hell is he doing here? What are you doing to my family, my daughter? Don't you understand that? Liar! We're going in.
Go on, hit me.
That will make everything better.
I wouldn't do that.
A little old school for you, isn't it, Schroeder? Get out, please! She said get out! The corks in the winery.
What in Jesus' name is going on in there? You! You come back here now! Margalida! Stay there.
Margalida.
Margalida! Turn that thing off! Margalida! I'll go.
You get Rainer to talk.
How long? Two years.
But I ended it six months ago.
God! Senor Byass! This isn't the answer.
Treacherous, little whore.
Just now you said you ended the affair six months ago.
About the time you got the first hate letter.
Margalida's behind all this, isn't she? And you knew it, right from the start, but you couldn't tell your wife, for obvious reasons.
This has gone too far.
I'm stalking Erika in our own house.
I just came here to tell her that it had to stop.
Having to be a son as well as a daughter, it must be very tiring.
So you chose the last man on Earth your father would want.
Rainer knew the business.
He understood my situation.
But he wasn't supposed to break your heart, though.
Now he has, he deserves everything he's getting.
I see.
So this is part of Rainer's punishment, is it? It's my way out from that place.
You may not be as trapped as you think.
Margalida, please, don't you think it's time you showed your dad what you want with your life? Margalida, please.
Margalida, please! Did you get her? No.
I couldn't catch her.
I'm on my way back.
Thank you so much.
Yvie? Yvie Get in.
Wait.
Fast.
Yvie, wait! Please.
Yvie, wait.
I'll be back to collect my debt.
No, no.
Erika, it's going to be fine, OK? Erika! Mr Schroeder.
Mr Schroeder? Mr Schroeder.
Mr Schroeder! What? Are you here to arrest me? Actually, I was looking for your father-in-law.
I'm trying to avoid him.
No wonder, Rainer.
Margalida was a regular visitor here.
Such a big mistake.
These things happen, even in good marriages.
Yvonne loves you.
Profoundly.
And when this storm has passed, she will forgive you.
You want to lose her and Erika? Of course not.
Then stop your digging.
Pack your bags, and come back with us to Germany.
Mr Weber? Your reward? Yeah.
Thank you.
You deserve it.
And I sense you'll appreciate it.
I don't understand.
Why are you so keen to leave this beautiful place? Life is all about timing.
Knowing when to harvest the grapes, when to exit the stage.
No, but I still don't get it.
You're not dying, Rainer spent all the money on the winery already, and Miesbach hardly has any good beers, so why are you so desperate to leave? I have to pack.
Enjoy the wine.
We must always look for what's missing from the frame.
Mr Schroeder? Mr Schroeder? May I ask you a question? When was that old winery building built? The one you just knocked down? 1991.
Why? The year Stephanie died? Hans dedicated it to her.
He'd just started building when it happened.
This is ridiculous.
Stop it, Yvie! No.
No It's not possible.
Rainer! Where's my daughter? I have no idea.
Senor Byass, put the gun down.
Is that my son, Hans? Is that my son, Hans? Is that my son, Hans? They shouldn't have run.
Emilio.
Why did they run? Put the gun down.
Put the gun down.
God! Oh, God! I was woken by a noise outside.
I found Stephanie's farewell letter in the kitchen.
She was so happy with that boy.
So in love.
My dear girl.
I didn't mean to.
I only wanted to frighten them.
I swear I'll shoot! I told him to stop.
No! Yvonne.
You knew something bad had happened.
How? I heard a demon in the night.
My mother, the police, they all seemed so sure what had happened.
The letter, the boat.
So each night, I made up my mind to forget my suspicions.
But it's not as simple as that, is it? You honestly think you can persuade your wife to stay? She always thought this place was haunted.
And now there's been an exorcism.
And if she does go? With your daughter? Then I'll finish the job myself.
So you lost the dog killer.
And solved an actual murder.
OK.
Fine.
I think that was a "Well done, Max.
" I can give you a sticker if you like, Miranda.
Maybe we should get a chart going.
As requested.
Oh, from Bodega Negra! From the supermarket down the road.
I hope your dinner guests approve.
I always thought their wines went downhill after 1990.
Tragedy must have put a curse on the soil.
Or Hans lost a bit of enthusiasm.
Just, you know, putting it out there.
Turns out German fathers can be as protective of their daughters as you Majorcans, huh, Juan.
If you ever do anything to hurt Carmen, I would choose something far more painful than a bullet, eh, Max? It's corked.
Gin and tonics it is, then.
? We got time on our side ? It's never too late ? If you want me now ? It's going to have to wait.
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