Falcon (2012) s01e01 Episode Script

Hey!
Bravo, Rafa! Bravo! Bravo!
(SCREAMS)
(CRYING)
Fear's inevitable.
Inevitable?
Yeah. I fight the bull, you fight
the murderer with a gun.
It's what we do.
I keep it here. Where the bull can't
see.
You don't ignore it?
Well, do you?
What have I missed?
I was just telling Rafa how much you
love him.
Oh, and I do. Because our nephew is
so fucking cute.
I just wish he'd get a nice, steady
job in an office.
To the next famous Falcon.
(GROANING AND CRYING IN PAIN)
Another one? No, no, no. Nothing for
me.
I have to go. Are you still working,
little brother?
Still working. Papa would be proud.
I'll see you both on the weekend.
(CRYING)
Good morning, I've got something
really fucking weird for you.
Weird ugly? Well, let's just say it's
a first. His name is Carlos Jimenez.
The restaurateur? Yes. The maid found
him at 7:30 this morning.
She let herself in
and there he was - in all his gory.
Does the maid have a key?
Yes. Did she use it? Was the door
unlocked?
I'll ask. She's in the hospital,
under sedation. I'll find out.
Are the cameras working? The cameras
in reception are working.
The ones covering the garage have
been broken, vandalised. When?
The concierge said two days ago, but
with it being Holy Week,
they haven't been fixed. Seal off
the garage entrance to the building.
Next of kin? Senora Consuelo Jimenez.
Wife, much younger than her husband,
and now a very rich widow.
She's been staying at the Colonial
Hotel.
She took the kids to school this
morning - two young boys
aged six and eight. But as yet, we
haven't been able to locate her.
Judge Calderon. Falcon.
Have you been inside? I was waiting
for my experts.
The boxes are they moving in or
out?
Out to somewhere even more
expensive.
His eyelids have been removed, top
and lower. Skilfully?
I'm not sure it requires skill. Just
a sharp blade, a steady hand
Why cut off his eyelids?
Because he's a sick bastard.
So he couldn't close them?
So he couldn't hide?
So he had to look, see
You think the killer made him watch
a DVD?
No, I think he made him watch a film
projected onto the wall.
A film of what?
No idea, something upsetting?
Chloroform.
Analyse for type, then identify all
suppliers and recent sales.
Let's hope it was bought in Seville.
A mistake? Leaving it behind?
Evidence? A surprise. My father in
Tangier as a young man.
The hero of Seville.
(KNOCKS ON THE DOOR) Chief chief,
look what just arrived. No stamp.
Left in the post.
Any message?
A card. "Sight lesson number two."
It was marked for your attention.
Two? What happened to number one?
He's playing games or he's shit at
maths.
Super 8. Processing this type of film
isn't easy.
I'm on it already.
She has a lover.
And Dad's into hookers.
Is this the film the killer made him
watch?
I don't know yet.
This is recent. The boxes, the
packing cases.
The boxes are in exactly the same
positions. Jesus, this is last night.
He's there! The killer was already
inside the apartment.
How did he gain access?
The girl?
She's looking at the camera. She
knows she's being filmed.
This girl she's either a witness or
an accomplice
We need to find her.
Firstly, Senora Jimenez, may I say
how sorry I am for your loss.
I understand you're aware of the
circumstances
surrounding your husband's death
Yes. Call him Carlos.
How well did you know Carlos?
How close were you?
Are you married?
That's unimportant.
It's relevant.
I was married.
You're separated? How long?
Six months. You're counting?
It's a fact.
And how well did you know her?
Or her you?
Senora Jimenez, my failed marriage
has nothing to do with
the death of your husband.
You are about to investigate
and uncover everything about my
life. About my husband's life.
From our business affairs to his
sordid little secrets.
His prostitutes, his pornography.
Not forgetting number 17 Calle Rio
de la Plata.
My point exactly. You know I have a
lover.
An hour ago he was a secret.
What's his name?
His name is Basilio Sanchez. He is a
chef at my restaurant.
And last night he was with me at the
hotel. Until what time?
Until just before I woke the
children this morning, at 6:30.
Did she meet someone else?
Your wife?
No, she did not.
That must be hard - that she would
rather be alone, than with you?
Perhaps it was the other way around?
Was it?
My point being that sometimes, even
husbands and wives are strangers.
I didn't know Carlos and he didn't
know me at all.
Carlos was married previously. Are
there any children? Two.
A boy and a girl, who would now be
in their mid to late 40s.
The last I heard, the son was living
in Madrid.
What happened to his first
wife? She died.
I had nothing to do with it.
The Senora's business accounts and
diaries,
you'll need to collect them sooner
rather than later.
Yeah. You know that, before she
changes her mind.
I'm meeting her at the apartment
tomorrow
to make sure nothing's been stolen.
Huh! Just the two of you?
(LAUGHS)
Where is she? Top floor.
Are you sure it's the girl from the
film? I think so.
Her name is Eloisa Gomez.
One of the street girls in Alameda
told me where to find her.
Eloisa! Can you open the door,
please?
Can you let us come in please?
She isn't here. Eloisa isn't here.
I'm not Eloisa, I'm sorry.
OK. That's no problem. We'll come
back tomorrow
Open the fucking door!
It's all right.
Ramirez!
Eloisa!
(PHONE RINGS)
Falcon.
She's gone we lost her.
Ramon. May I come in?
It's a year on, and a simple matter
of spending time
in his environment amongst his
drawings, his sketches
It's the closest thing to being with
him again.
Do you know what my father asked me
to do, Ramon? In his will?
He asked me to make a bonfire of
everything in his studio.
No! I'm supposed to pile it high and
burn it.
Well of course, the decision is
yours. If that's what he wanted
Building the bonfire is the easy
part,
what's difficult is ignoring the
question why?
Yes, hm.
He was very proud of you, Javier.
He said you were his greatest
creation.
I miss him.
There was a photograph in your
husband's study.
A picture of my father, in Tangier.
Were he and your husband friends at
all?
Carlos and Francisco Falcon?
I doubt it.
Carlos had no interest in anything
except business
And the children
He protected the children.
It's good of you to agree to do this
so soon.
Leave us.
Have you seen this?
It's a photograph of you, but it
isn't you.
I know what it is. Who is she?
She is the person my husband wanted
me to be.
She is his first wife.
When did you find out?
Not soon enough.
It's in the past.
But what I will say, is that
That woman, that relationship,
dominated Carlos' life.
His smile, his good humour with
guests, it's all fake, all of it.
Carlos Jimenez hated his life.
Carlos Jimenez died a long time ago.
Hello?
It's Javier.
You changed your number.
I received the letter from your
lawyer,
I just wanted to thank you. About the
house.
No need to thank me. Two years of a
bad marriage
give me no claim on what will always
be your father's house.
Now at least we can end it,
officially.
Yeah.
Still walking the streets at
night? Are you really interested?
You need help.
I'll bear that in mind.
I'm guessing a friendly dinner's out
of the question?
I prefer my dinner companions to be
warm-blooded.
Have a good day, Ines. It really
doesn't bother you, does it?
What? That you have no heart.
(RADIO) The anniversary exhibition of
Seville's most celebrated artist
Francisco Falcon opens in Madrid
today.
Here to discuss his work is his art
dealer and friend Ramon Salgado.
(RADIO) Thank you. Well, Francisco
is probably best known
for the nudes he painted of his
wife. And for me
he's the leading artist of his
generation.
How long have you worked here?
Two months.
I first applied for a job in her
kitchen almost a year ago.
Didn't get it.
I asked why, when I was clearly the
best candidate.
And she said it was because she was
attracted to me.
So we became lovers and I wasn't
complaining.
You've seen her.
She's a beautiful, strong woman.
How would you describe your
relationship with Senora Jimenez?
Sweaty.
It's sex.
Good sex.
He is a distraction.
The most important person in his
life is himself.
Is that a warning?
Another fact.
And who's the most important person
in your life?
Your wife still?
She would say me. And she'd be right.
So you left her.
No.
Then you ignored her.
I have work to do.
Have a good evening.
I'm not the person that you think
I am.
Your phone is switched off.
Sorry. I'm with my family. Come in.
Who is it? It's my boss.
This is my wife, my wife's mother.
Ladies, good to meet you.
My sister-in-law.
Hello. Hello.
My Children. 1, 2, 3. Hello.
The canaries. Also female.
Would you like a beer? I would.
Thank you. Mama, a nice glass.
Chief.
So while you're in Madrid talking to
the son, what do you want me
to do about Consuelo Jimenez?
She has to be allowed to prepare for
the funeral.
Which we'll need to cover.
Here you are.
Thank you.
You'd rather question her yourself,
right?
She isn't the sole focus of the
investigation.
She's at the heart of it.
Only she wins.
The restaurants are a success
because of her,
she does everything, from washing
the salad to front of house,
but they're all in his name.
And Carlos Jimenez was in the
process of selling up. Says who?
Says the lawyers of a Russian
businessman who was
offering big money and Carlos was
keen to sell,
until she started throwing the
crockery around.
But would a mother deprive her
children of their father?
Would she sanction torture?
Carlos Jimenez was terrified of what
was on that film,
that's what killed him.
The key is in the past,
I'm sure of it.
The key is Eloisa Gomez.
I think somebody wants you.
Hey. I can see you, yeah. I'm a
policeman, I see everything!
And this is police business. Do you
want to be a cop too?
No. (LAUGHS) Come here.
Papa loves you. She's having a good
day today.
I'll leave you to enjoy it.
What's wrong? Is it hurting?
Eloisa?
I'm looking for Eloisa Gomez.
I'm here. Have you seen her?
What about me?
I need to find her. Please.
I like a man who says please.
I like a man who smells nice.
Eloisa Gomez. I need to speak to her.
I'll let you kiss me.
It's important I find your friend.
If you know where she is, tell me.
Eloisa's in love.
She's gone. She's found herself a
talker.
He's going to give her the moon and
the stars.
I'm happy for her.
The moon and the stars.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Ines.
Calderon.
Falcon.
Esteban, could you wait in the car
please, darling.
You're sure? Yes.
I hope you're not spying.
Walking, working.
How long?
You and the judge.
None of your business.
You suit each other.
Yes we do
He does things to me you can never
even dream of.
Ines, I'm sure he's perfect
Hey, Uncle. Rafa, have you been in
the house tonight?
No. Is something wrong? You sound
spooked.
No no. An open window.
I thought I might have missed you.
You're sure there's nothing wrong?
No, I'm fine.
I'll see you at the weekend.
(DISHES CLINK)
Fuck!
Are you lost?
Do you have a wallet? Or a phone?
Wallet, phone, everything.
Piss off!
Don't let me see you again!
FUCK OFF!
How did you know?
How did you know?!
Senor Jimenez, I'm very sorry for
your loss.
Thank you for agreeing to meet me
here today.
I often come here to sit
to remind myself of the beauty we
are capable of producing.
You must be very proud.
My father thought these paintings to
be his moment of genius.
A moment he could never recapture.
Can we talk about your father?
And your mother.
My mother was just 14 when
they met, he was 22.
This was in Tangier?
Yes. I was born in '67.
My sister Marta two years later.
When my mother was pregnant with her
third child
my father had to leave Tangier.
He had to leave?
Had to. He was hiding, running not
from the authorities.
I don't know why exactly, I never
found that out.
And your mother? She had a baby boy.
She was fine, and Arturo was fine,
the baby.
My sister adored him, Arturo.
But we weren't allowed to leave the
house.
The hiding continued?
Yes, all the way back to Spain, all
across the south.
As soon as his instinct told him to
move, we'd move.
After about five or six years of
this,
he must have thought he was safe.
He was wrong.
So wrong.
They didn't kill my father,
which might have been just.
They didn't rape or murder my
mother, or my sister,
they did the one thing that they
knew would
tear my father's family apart.
They took Arturo.
They just took him.
We never heard from him or saw him
again.
I don't understand was he
kidnapped?
Oh, no, there were no demands,
no ransom was paid,
no negotiations.
My father didn't even go to the
police.
Instead he made us swear never to
mention Arturo again.
Ever.
Our brother was erased.
My mother did what she was told
for as long as she could take it.
She killed herself, but my father
was to blame.
He knew he was to blame.
So Arturo could still be alive.
Yes. Arturo is hopefully
happy and alive somewhere.
How did you get on in Madrid?
Carlos Jimenez has a long lost son,
Arturo.
Oh, yeah? Do you think he'll attend
the funeral? Hopefully.
The Super 8 film was processed at
Fotogenica Labs.
He gave his name as Jimenez.
No address, no description, paid in
cash.
Your glass of milk? It was just
that, a glass of milk, with almond.
Almond? Mm-hm. Ground almond.
The glass was clean.
Any idea what it was about? None.
Stay sharp.
If we have cried much, it is because
we have loved much.
And now, as a sign of love,
let us pray.
Our brother Carlos
Ramon. Javier.
Did you know, that in all his
restaurants
he HAD to have an original
Francisco Falcon?
Of course Carlos would never
approach your father himself,
they had history.
What kind of history?
North African. Morocco.
Your father, myself and
Carlos Jimenez, we were
pretty close, not quite the
Musketeers, but close.
Is there anything else I should know
about my father?
I found a set of paintings.
Dark unlike anything my father has
done before in his work.
Do you know of them? A set?
Four.
Yes, they're numbered. Together they
make a single painting.
He called it Pilar, after your
mother.
No, that can't be right.
He did it shortly after she died.
Oh, so young.
A reflection of his grief, perhaps,
his loss.
Javier, please don't have your
bonfire just yet.
I need you to scoot to the other
side.
I am so sorry.
I'll call you soon.
Senora senora, may I have a
moment?
First of all, I am sorry for the
intrusion.
The big ugly van, is that you?
Yes. We've been taking photographs.
I thought it necessary.
I thought it disrespectful,
heartless.
You don't need my permission?
No. But I will need your help to put
names to faces.
I can't really say no, can I? That
would be suspicious.
That would be disappointing.
(PHONE RINGS)
Falcon. Notice anything missing?
Who am I talking to?
Your story is my story.
We're the same. (LINE GOES DEAD)
Has the address of the phone-trace
been confirmed?
Confirmed. 15 Calle Alameda.
How do you know he's in there?
We don't. What's here is his phone.
Small phone, big building.
There'll be a sign. We're here
because he wants us to be.
A trap? Are we ready?
Up.
I can hear music.
It's coming from over there.
(SPANISH GUITAR MUSIC)
I know this.
My father listened to it.
It's Eloisa.
Oh, for the love of God.
He's taken her eyes.
Gloves, Cristina.
Cristina!
Another fucking sight lesson.
Number three.
"Why do they have to die, those that
love to love,"
"because they have the gift of
perfect sight."
Cristina, find out all you can about
this place.
Sir, the paintings are
Imitations of the Falcon Nudes as
is the position of the body.
The murder of Carlos Jimenez is all
about revenge.
The past.
Arturo. Yes.
Carlos Jimenez could not bear to
watch the images on that film.
He would rather have died than be
reminded of it.
Is your lover still your lover?
No.
I want you to tell me what you know.
He thought she was sleeping with
another man.