-[insects chirp] -[frogs croak]
[door slams]
[thumping]
[man grunts]
[man yells]
[bird cries]
[birds sing]
[indistinct chatter]
[young man] Wait, what? A race against me?
You'll see, you'll see.
But all the way to Isola Polvese.
A million pesos says you won't make it!
Oh, says who? Mr Universe, huh?
Hello, my love.
I think you could make it.
-Give your papa a kiss. -No, no, no, you're wet.
You're wet.
-[she laughs] -Mm.
Mm. [laughs]
Your husband thinks I'm too old to swim to Isola Polvese.
Ricardo, don't be stupid.
You know Papa can't resist a challenge.
Ricardo's just jealous because he's not as fit as your dad.
-Hey! -[she laughs] Hey!
[father] Thank you.
What would you like to drink, Ms Hamilton?
Campari soda, thanks, Kirsty.
-And you can call me Zoe. -Of course.
The usual for everyone else?
-Yes, please. -[father] Oh, yes.
-Hello. -Ah, good evening, Mr Priest.
-Kirsty. -Gin and tonic?
Uh, yes, please. Good evening, everyone!
-[Ricardo] Hey, Mr Priest. -Zoe. How lovely to see you.
It's been years.
I didn't know you were going to be here.
Well, likewise.
-Did you have a good day? -Yes, but...
Seen one fresco, you've seen them all?
No, I was going to say, it was a very long drive.
No problem, it's fine.
It was good that you went.
[older man] Ricardo. [speaks Spanish]
You may be the king of the tennis court,
but I was a swim champion.
Yes, when you were 16, not 60!
-Ah! I'm not 60. -Ah, no?
-Uh-uh. -Not for another five hours.
[laughter]
-[Priest] Every hour counts. -[woman] Yeah.
I'll show you all. Can't compete with me.
[Ricardo] I don't think he can beat me.
-No? -Good afternoon, everyone.
What's the joke?
A swimming race across the lake. Are you up for it, Lee?
Sure. As long as I can do it in the boat.
[laughter]
Zoe, darling! I should have been here to welcome you,
but I promised Michael and Luciana
I'd take them to Sansepolcro.
Don't worry, Lee. You know this place is a second home to me.
Oh.
-Mrs Hamilton? -Oh, thanks, hon.
You've met Kirsty, my new PA?
Uh, yeah.
Did you have a good journey, Ms Hamilton?
It must have been fun, coming by helicopter.
[Zoe] Uh, it was a freebie.
I'm doing a piece for the Los Angeles Reporter.
[Sylvia] Sounds exciting.
Excuse me.
[laughter]
[indistinct chatter]
Did you get everything?
Yes. The cigar case for Señor Magrina is on your desk,
and the roses will be delivered tomorrow, in time for brunch.
Wonderful. I just need everything perfect for Hector.
Maybe we should delay dinner by about half an hour,
give the swimmers time to change.
I've already spoken to Chiara.
Oh, you're a marvel, Kirsty.
[group chatters indistinctly]
[sighs]
-[distant siren] -[phone rings]
-[woman] Hey, Elijah. -Evening, Sylvia.
What's Hector been up to?
Stayed home with his son-in-law
while Lee took his daughter sightseeing.
I've been running errands,
but the housekeeper says there were no visitors today.
He still planning a trip to Rome?
Tomorrow, after the birthday brunch Lee's throwing for him.
Vehicle?
A car's coming at two. I'll put a tracker on it.
-How about your end? -Nothing new.
But the Americans still think
there's a military coup brewing in Aroca, so...
we need you to hang on in there for a while. Sorry.
At least this job is close to home.
[Elijah laughs] Ciao.
Why do you need so much?
That's not your business.
Well, it is if you're asking me to bankroll you.
-Are you in debt again? -No.
[Zoe on headphones] But my credit cards are maxed out.
[Lee] This can't go on, Zoe.
Your last stint in rehab, it cost a fortune.
Dad was always there for me if I needed help.
I know you loved your father, sweetie. So did I.
He was a wonderful man, but awful with money.
I might as well tell you now.
I have to sell this place.
No!
Well, I can't afford to keep two houses going.
Well, sell the one in DC.
My life is in the States. I love it here as much as you.
No, you have no idea what Villa Rossa means to me.
What it meant to my mom.
You're right. I'm sorry.
But I just don't have a choice about this.
I'm hoping Hector will buy it.
[Zoe] I won't let you do this.
[door closes]
[birds sing]
[pants]
Morning, honey.
So sweet of you to get Hector a gift. What is it?
You'll see when he opens it.
Hmm.
Papa is still in his room.
We told him 12:30.
And he has to leave for Rome at two.
[Ricardo] Don't worry, amor.
He'll be here soon.
Don't worry.
[gulls cry]
Kirsty.
Papa, where are you?
Why aren't you answering?
Call me please.
Something's happened...
Don't worry, my dear.
There's probably a simple explanation.
Yes, I'm sure everything's fine.
No. It’s not fine.
Shall I search the grounds? The lake shore?
Maybe he went for a stroll and had a fall.
No, Hector doesn't do strolls.
But, yes, thank you, Kirsty.
We have to do something.
[Luciana] I'm worried about him.
-Of course you are. -[Lee sighs]
[Ricardo and Luciana in the distance] Hector! Hector!
[gasps]
[grunts]
[strains]
[gasps]
[grunts]
[pants]
[phone rings]
Where are you?
- I found a corpse in my nets.
- I've brought him back...
- What shall I do, the Carabinieri are coming...
- What shall I do with the crayfish?
- Shall I bring them to you?
It's too late. Leave it.
- What shall I do? Where shall I go?
Don't come here.
- Tell me where to go?!
[Ricardo] Hector!
-[Luciana] Papa! -[Lee] Any sign of him?
[Ricardo] No.
[Luciana] No. We need to call the police.
Carabinieri. May I help you?
I need to report a missing person.
[doorbell chimes]
Capitano, come in… they're waiting for you.
[Ricardo speaks quietly]
Thanks for coming so quickly.
-Signora Hamilton? -Yes.
I understand that one of your guests is missing.
[Lee] That's right.
Hector Magrina. This is his daughter, Luciana.
And her husband, Ricardo Garcia.
This morning, a fisherman found a body in the lake,
-close to Isola Polvese. -[inhales sharply]
Will you look take a look at this picture, madam?
No, my love, let me.
-[Luciana] No. -It's Hector.
[she cries]
That's him.
[Luciana continues to cry]
Did he tell anyone he was going to swim?
[Ricardo] No. It's too far.
I wouldn't have let him go alone.
This is your fault.
All this talk of a race!
My fault?
Luciana, where are you going?
Luciana, come back.
[Giovanni] What does she mean?
Last night, Ricardo challenged Hector to a race,
over to the island. Uh...
It was a joke, we all knew that.
Hector liked to win.
[Giovanni] Do you think he went out to practise?
[sighs]
How did he die?
We'll know more after the postmortem.
Can you tell me about Signor Magrina?
[Lee] Hector was from Aroca, in South America.
He was a finance minister there until recently.
[Giovanni] I'll need his passport
to inform the relevant authorities.
[Lee] Surely that's his family's job?
Or mine?
It can be complicated when a foreigner dies in Italy.
The American ambassador will help, if necessary.
My late husband held a senior position
in the US State Department.
Thank you, signora, but I can handle this.
We need to see Señor Magrina's room.
Chiara? Show them Mr Magrina's room.
This way...
[steady beeping]
[beeping accelerates]
- This way Capitano...
- The door on the right.
This is Signor Hector's room.
Grazie, signora.
[door creaks]
Capitano. What is it?
-[officer] Sylvia. -[Sylvia] Has Chiara gone?
[he sighs]
-You can come out now. -[she chuckles]
-But... what are... -Shh!
[bird calls]
Giovanni.
Sylvia, what are you doing here?
I told you I had some more freelance work.
Yes, but I thought in another country, like last time.
You assumed that. I never said so.
Sylvia, if there was a threat to Signor Magrina,
I have the right to know.
Let's walk.
Lee's late husband was Merrit Hamilton,
a State Department heavyweight.
Yeah, she mentioned it.
Did she also mention he worked for the CIA?
No.
When Merrit was alive, this place was a bolthole
for politicians and spooks.
Lee has been trying to keep that tradition going.
And where does Magrina fit in?
Old friend of the Hamiltons'.
And former finance minister of Aroca.
Yes.
Did he resign, or was he pushed?
It's not entirely clear.
The press in Aroca is accusing him
of embezzling government funds.
Is that why you're here?
Oh. You can't blame me for asking.
I'm keeping an eye on things, that's all.
I know you have to wait for the postmortem,
but what do you think happened?
I don't know. But, um, a guy called Piero Costa
found the body caught up in his fishing net,
near the island.
Signora Hamilton mentioned something about
a race across the lake.
There was a lot of talk about it.
Ricardo Garcia made some kind of challenge to his father-in-law.
It was a joke but it felt...
What?
Overdone.
I'd better get back before I'm missed.
[Giovanni] Sylvia.
When... When can I see you?
I'm not Sylvia, remember?
I'm Kirsty. Kirsty Scott, the perfect PA.
Ciao.
[sighs]
[distant siren]
[phone rings]
Hey, what's up?
Hector Magrina is dead.
Looks like a swimming accident.
-You think it was? -Maybe.
The carabinieri are keeping an open mind.
Were you expecting something like this to happen?
No. But Magrina had a lot of enemies,
and if there's a coup brewing in Aroca,
maybe somebody thought killing Hector would put a stop to it.
Are you OK to stick around for a while?
-Sure. -Good. I'll brief Felicity.
-[knocking at door] -[Lee] Come.
[Lee sighs]
God, what an awful day.
I'm so sorry. Was he a very old friend?
He was really a pal of my late husband's,
but I've known the family for a long time.
It was good of you to invite him here for his birthday, then.
[Lee] Oh, he kind of invited himself.
And you didn't say no to Hector.
[Sylvia] I can imagine.
Are you still going out for dinner? It's Chiara's night off.
Oh, no, cancel the reservation, please.
[sighs] I could use a whisky on the rocks though.
I can rustle up a simple supper, if you like.
Ah, no need. Ricardo's gone to Perugia to identify the body.
Zoe insisted on driving him. Luciana's gone to bed.
Where's Mr Priest?
Oh, taken himself off somewhere for the evening.
Is there anything else I can do to help?
Thanks, Kirsty.
You might as well take the rest of the evening off.
[birds sing]
-Grazie. -Prego.
I'd like to take a trip out on the lake.
Somebody said Piero Costa might take me.
[sighs] I don't think he'll want to do that.
Why not?
Somebody drowned in Trasimeno today.
-That's awful. -Yes.
Piero found the body.
Yeah, that's him.
[sighs]
Thank you, Capitano.
Let's go.
[Zoe] Is everything OK?
[indistinct chatter]
Buonasera.
Where can I find Piero Costa?
Over there.
[Sylvia] Grazie.
Ciao.
Who are you?
[Chiara] Signora Kirsty.
Hello, Chiara.
What are you doing here?
[Chiara] I came to find my son.
[Piero] My uncle found a body maybe 40 years ago.
And this... it brought him bad luck for the rest of his life.
Did you ever meet Hector Magrina when he was alive?
No.
Why are you asking all these questions?
Mrs Hamilton feels terrible about what's happened.
She asked me to find out what I can, for the family's sake.
Don't tell her that Piero is my son. Please.
Come on, Piero, let's go home.
Good evening Signora Kirsty.
I will see you tomorrow.
Hm-hmm.
Can you manage?
Let's go.
Let's go, sweetheart.
-You had too much to drink. -I'm fine. Listen.
We'll be all right. Just...
[Ricardo grunts nervously]
Hello.
-Hi. -Hey.
Do you need anything? Food, a nightcap?
-No, thanks. -Yeah, we're all right.
Yeah, come on, Ricardo.
We had something to eat in Perugia.
Buonasera.
Oh, I hope you found somewhere nice for dinner, Mr Priest.
We're in Italy, Kirsty. Of course I did.
Do you want a hand with the bike?
I'm OK. Thank you, Mr Priest.
[Priest] Oh, I thought it was your favourite.
It is.
But I need the money.
Zoe's never seen this, so she won't demand a share of it.
I had to tell her I was planning on selling Villa Rossa.
Now she hates me more than ever.
Will you put the house on the open market?
[sighs]
I don't have much choice.
[Priest on headphones] I can find a buyer for the bronze,
no question.
But, um, you know there's another way.
We can't take the risk right now.
Not with everything that's going on.
[Lee sighs]
[Lee] Back in the safe you go.
[Priest] With all your other secrets.
[safe closes]
[knocks on door]
[gentle thud on door]
[Sylvia exhales]
[doorbell chimes]
Buongiorno, signora.
[in Italian]
What's happening?
I need to speak to Signora Garcia.
This is now a murder investigation.
-[Elijah] Hey. -Elijah.
-What's up? -I need a check on some IDs.
I've just sent you the images.
Same picture but two different passports.
Michael George Priest and William Thurston Brown.
Find out if either of them have spent time in South America.
OK. Will do.
-Thanks. -Anything else?
Check police records and service networks too.
I'm on it.
Please, sit down.
The postmortem results came in, signora.
Your father was drowned.
There are signs around his wrists, ankles,
and some bruising on his neck.
[sniffles]
They tied him up and... and pushed him under the water?
[Giovanni] It looks that way.
I'm sorry.
I thought he would be safe here!
[door slams]
Please let me know
if there's anything else you need, Capitano.
Uh, I'll need to speak to everyone in the house.
I'll tell you everything I've found out so far,
but I need to be quick.
[Sylvia] Luciana Magrina Garcia
is Hector Magrina's only child.
Went to Harvard Business School. She and her husband
have a successful sports promotions company,
but she's the driving force.
[beeps]
Signora, can you tell us about your parents' divorce?
Papa had an affair.
Not the first one, but this time, Mama didn't forgive him.
Have you spoken to your mother
since your father's body was found?
Of course!
She's upset. They were married 30 years.
What is their relationship like after the divorce?
OK.
He gave her everything she wanted.
All the houses, the cars, a lot of money.
She deserved it.
[Barzini] Do you know what is in his will?
[Luciana] No.
You think I'd kill him for his money?
We don't think anything at the moment, signora.
Find out who did this to him.
[Sylvia] Ricardo Garcia tries to act
like he was born into money,
but he was Luciana's tennis coach...
-Grazie. -Prego.
...and I don't think she or her father ever let him forget it.
How close were you to Signor Magrina?
He was like a father. We talked about everything.
He must have had enemies. Like most politicians do.
I guess.
They tried to kill him twice in Aroca.
Did anyone come here to the villa to see him?
Not that I know of.
He was planning a trip to Rome yesterday.
Do you know why?
Yeah, he had a business meeting.
[Barzini] Do you know who with?
No. I'm sorry.
So not that close.
[sighs]
[Sylvia] Zoe Hamilton is Lee's stepdaughter.
Lee was hoping to sell Villa Rossa to Hector.
Zoe was furious, because she loves the place.
But they don't know I know that.
Will this take long?
I hope not.
How long have you been staying here at the Villa Rossa?
I'm not staying at the Villa Rossa.
My parents bought this place when I was a kid.
It's just as much my home as it is Lee's.
Oh. My apologies.
So, when did you arrive here at the villa?
Day before yesterday.
[Barzini] You came from the United States?
Hmm. From Sardinia.
Oh.
[Giovanni] How well did you know Hector Magrina?
He was one of my dad's friends.
But, my dad had a lot of friends.
[Sylvia] Michael Priest is an art historian.
Charming, but there's something off about him.
It's like he's playing a part.
-Mr Priest? -Kirsty.
-Who is it? -That's a good question.
Lee's husband thought it was a portrait of Francis of Assisi
by Luca Signorelli.
It's actually a rather obscure saint called Amato Ronconi,
painted by God knows who.
How can you tell?
Oh, pigmentation, iconography.
And the beard's wrong.
But it's an easy mistake to make.
You know, to the untrained eye,
one medieval saint looks much like another.
The capitano is ready in the greenhouse.
Ah.
The morning Señor Magrina's body was found,
you went swimming in the lake. At what time?
Hmm, 6:30, maybe.
Did you see Hector Magrina? Or anyone else?
No one at all.
You are advising Signora Hamilton on her art collection?
Informally.
Singing for my supper, you might say.
Is she intending to sell any of her paintings?
You'd better ask her that, don't you think?
What does this have to do with Hector's murder?
[Sylvia] Lee is tough and smart,
but struggling since her husband died, for money and status.
Michael Priest is the only guest
who is not a member of Hector Magrina's family, or of yours.
Michael and Hector got on well.
Is that why they were here together?
No. Hector's visit was arranged ages ago.
Michael was supposed to come next month.
He called from Florence last weekend,
saying he could come sooner.
I mean, he's an old friend. Hector didn't mind.
How long has Signora Scott worked for you?
She started ten days ago.
Kirsty's references are fantastic.
I mean, if that's what you're worried about.
She used to work for the British ambassador in Rome.
And what about your cook?
[Sylvia] Chiara Lombardi was hired by Merrit's first wife.
Piero, the fisherman who found Hector, is her son.
Lee doesn't know that.
Why didn't you tell us before?
You didn't ask.
Maybe you don't want Signora Hamilton to know your son's a criminal?
A criminal?
He only stole a car!
Two cars.
It was a long time ago!
Now, Piero is a good boy.
Yes, you must believe me...
he keeps out of trouble now.
If you say so...
[pot bubbles]
This is a murder investigation, Signora Scott.
Please, tell us what you know.
[beeps]
The political situation in Aroca is unstable.
The military might be planning a coup,
and it's possible they were planning to use Hector
as a figurehead.
Despite the accusations of fraud?
The press would have been silenced.
Hmm! If a rival got to him and this was a political killing,
the intelligence guys in Rome will take over.
[Sylvia] I don't know what the motive was.
But I have a gut feeling that someone here was involved.
[distant thunder]
[rain patters]
[clock chimes in the distance]
[distant thunder]
[door squeaks]
[muffled cry]
-[muffled shouting] -[Priest] Keep quiet!
Hmm.
And come with me.
You were lying in wait for me, weren't you? Why?
Well, lucky for you I was.
The safe in Lee's study is alarmed
to within an inch of its life.
I can cope with alarms.
Who are you?
An old friend of the family.
Who happened to turn up just before a man was murdered.
Why would I want to kill Hector Magrina? I'm an art historian.
Michael Priest is, supposedly.
Who's William Brown?
William Brown is a precaution.
You haven't told that carabiniere
you're so friendly with, have you?
He knows I don't trust you.
So, if anything happens to me...
[he chuckles]
You're the last person on Earth I'd ever hurt, Sylvia.
-My name's Kirsty. -It's Sylvia.
After your grandmother.
No.
My real name is Henry Fox.
And I'm your father.
I could show you my passport if you like, but, uh...
it could be just another fake.
You know I'm telling the truth, though, don't you?
Does Lee know who I am?
Good God, no! Nor who I am.
-How did you know I was here? -Well, I didn't.
Almost had a heart attack when I saw you.
You look just like your mother.
And I knew that you were living in Umbria.
Isabel lives here too.
Yes.
[Sylvia] Were you planning to come and see us?
Or just check us out from a distance,
see if we were worth the effort?
[distant thunder]
I'm going to bed.
We'll talk more tomorrow.
You said I'm the last person you'd ever want to hurt.
You've been hurting Isabel and me our whole lives.
It is behind the Bellucci, by the way. The safe.
But, uh, I wouldn't. Not tonight, anyway.
[door closes]
[breathes shakily]
[voicemail] Hello, you've reached Isabel.
I can't get to the phone right now. Leave me a message.
[line rings]
-[officer] Sylvia. -Giovanni.
I'm sorry to call so late, um...
but I think it might be important.
[phone vibrates]
Hi, Elijah.
I've done those background checks on Michael Priest
and William Brown.
He's certainly had an interesting life.
Mrs Hamilton said you wanted to speak to me, Mr Priest.
I want to go to Spello to see the Baglioni Chapel.
I wondered if you might like to drive me.
I'm something of a coward when it comes to Italian roads.
Sorry, but I've got work to do here.
Lee says it's fine.
Lunch will be on me, of course.
That's a good offer.
-[phone rings] -[Ricardo] Sorry, excuse me.
Hello?
[Ricardo speaks Spanish indistinctly]
Please.
It'll give us a chance to talk properly.
What shall we talk about?
The tour company one of your aliases ran
in Chile and Aroca between 1982 and 1990?
What has that got to do with anything?
Did you get to know Hector Magrina then?
Or shall we talk about your time in the Service?
I thought so.
Are you still in touch with Felicity?
-No. -Did she tell you I was here?
Sylvia, we shouldn't be having this conversation here.
Come to Spello.
Even if you are my father,
it doesn't make you incapable of murder.
[Lee] Kirsty!
-Buongiorno. -Buongiorno.
Signora Scott, I need you to come with me to headquarters.
Why?
[Barzini] We have some more questions.
I suggested the brigadier interview you here,
but she says you have to go to Perugia.
-You'd better go. -Yes, Mrs Hamilton.
Sorry, Michael.
I'll just grab my bag and meet you out front.
Thank you, signora.
[quietly] Police in this country...
[door opens]
[Sylvia] I'll go in the back. It looks better.
I didn't want to say in front of your boss,
but Capitano told me to bring you to the mortuary.
-Yes, I know. -Hmm.
-[she chuckles] -What's funny?
"Yes, Mrs Hamilton." [laughs]
You'll see if you can get fish for tomorrow.
OK.
[Lee] Maybe make a light appetiser.
Buongiorno, Chiara.
[speaks Italian]
[Zoe] So...
How well do you know this new PA of yours?
[Lee] Why?
What has she done?
Hmm, nothing.
Just something about her.
She's very...
sure of herself.
Grazie.
What is it, Sylvia?
That's not Hector Magrina.
-Are you sure? -Yes.
He's a similar age and build, but the nose is different.
And Magrina had a little scar, here.
Hmm.
Did Ricardo Garcia and Lee Hamilton both make a mistake,
or did they lie?
That's the crucial question.
What are you going to do?
Nothing.
Just let them carry on thinking that they fooled us,
until we find out more.
So, who's the poor man on the slab?
[Giovanni] I will check with Missing Persons and Interpol,
but, uh, you shouldn't go back to the villa.
Could be dangerous.
Oh, by the way, have you found out more about Michael Priest?
No.
[quiet chatter]
-Elijah? -[Elijah] Is everything OK?
There's been a development.
Kirsty?
Is everything OK?
Fine, thanks.
What did the carabinieri want?
Oh, they just ran through my statement again.
Why yours, in particular?
[Sylvia] Who knows how their minds work?
What did you tell them?
Exactly what I told them when they interviewed me here.
Is there anything you need?
Not right now, thanks.
[pants]
[Sylvia] That looks like hard work.
Sorry.
Do you want one of these?
Thanks.
How is Señora Luciana?
Pretty bad.
This must be terrible for her.
For both of you.
Yeah, I just don't know what to do to help her.
I'm not sure there is anything.
You can't bring Señor Hector back to life, can you?
[Zoe] Ricardo.
Want to go for a spin on the lake?
Come on, it'll keep your mind off things.
[Zoe] Push off for us?
Come on. Let's go.
[boat engine starts]
Good evening, Mr Priest.
[he sighs]
I don't expect you to start calling me Daddy,
but need we be quite so formal?
Under the circumstances, yes.
At least tell me what did the carabinieri want with you?
Gin and tonic, Mr Priest?
Uh, yes, please, Kirsty.
Lee, good evening.
What can I get you, Mrs Hamilton?
Uh, whisky on the rocks.
Uh, then ask Chiara to prepare a tray for Luciana.
She doesn't want to come down.
-[Henry] So how have you been? -[Lee] Fine, how are you?
[Luciana] Come in.
Gracias. But I'm-I'm not hungry.
You'll feel better if you eat something.
Chiara made it specially.
I'm sorry for your loss.
[sniffles]
-I didn't mean to upset you. -It's OK.
[breathes shakily]
Papa was... the most important person in my life.
He taught me so much.
Supported me, gave me confidence.
Helped me become who I am.
It sounds like you had a very special relationship
with your father.
I still can't believe he's dead.
[sobs]
Is there anything else I can do for you?
No. Thank you.
Damn it!
[sighs]
Hmm...
[Sylvia] Have the carabinieri been bothering your son?
Oh, no, no. They know he was with his girlfriend
in Perugia that night.
But there is something else.
D'you want to tell me?
Yes.
A few days before Signor Magrina died,
Piero, my son...
took Signor Ricardo and Signora Luciana in his boat
and showed them his nets and pots.
The ones near Isola Polvese where Signor Magrina was found?
Yes.
And in the Lake Trasimeno, there are two sort of crayfish.
The Italian one tastes much better,
but it's not allowed to catch them.
Signor Ricardo offers Piero a lot of money
to catch some of the Italian one for his party.
Piero agreed,
and now he's scared the carabinieri will find out?
I shouldn't worry.
The carabinieri won't care about illegal fishing.
This is a murder case.
Are you sure?
[Lee] Kirsty. I wanna speak with you.
[door closes]
I want you to collect your personal belongings and go.
Go where?
Wherever you like.
I'll pay you until the end of the month,
but I want you to leave immediately.
You're firing me? Why? I've done a good job, haven't I?
Frankly, I don't know what you've been doing.
Or who you are.
I don't know what you mean!
Let's just say...
I think you're bad news.
Leave your uniform in your room. There'll be a cab waiting.
[sighs]
[door closes]
[bell tolls]
[sighs]
-I took your advice and quit. -Really?
No. Lee fired me.
Hmm. Why?
Said I was bad news.
She has a point.
-Wait. -What's wrong?
Chiara said Ricardo paid her son a lot of money
to catch crayfish for Magrina's birthday party.
So?
Piero took Ricardo and Luciana out on his boat.
They knew Piero sank his pots near Isola Polvese.
They needed the body to be found as soon as possible.
We already thought Ricardo must be in on it.
But Luciana was there too?
Yes.
Does anyone live on that side of the island?
No. It's only accessible by boat.
We need to go and take a look.
Now? OK.
Good. Wait for us here.
Grazie.
Sure...
The body was caught in a net just there.
Not too far from those pots.
When did you last come ashore?
A month ago.
[Sylvia] Hector smoked cigars.
[gulls cry]
-[insects chirp] -[frogs croak]
[Giovanni] What is this place?
Anyone there?
This hasn't been here long.
It's the same brand that they drink at Villa Rossa.
Look at this.
"Serna."
[Sylvia] Could this be our man in the morgue?
I can find out if anybody by that name
was been reported missing in Italy or Aroca.
[Sylvia] Try the prisons.
See if they let anybody called Serna out unexpectedly
in the last couple of weeks.
They didn't just wander the streets
looking for Magrina's doppelgänger.
This was planned.
That's a good idea.
Look...
[Sylvia] What is this?
[Giovanni] Looks like a helicopter landed here.
Zoe Hamilton arrived at Villa Rossa by helicopter,
the day before Hector disappeared.
From Sardinia, or so she said.
You think she made an extra stop along the way?
Hm-hmm.
[line rings]
-Barzini. -[Barzini] Si, Capitano.
Find the pilot who brought Zoe Hamilton
from Sardinia to Umbria.
- Certainly.
-[Sylvia] Grazie, Piero. -[Piero] Prego.
-[Barzini] Capitano. -Barzini.
The helicopter pilot, Efis Mura, is on holiday.
He's not due back for a month and his phone is turned off.
-Paid to disappear. -Hm-hmm. Let's go.
[Sylvia] OK. This is what we're going to do.
[doorbell chimes]
Signora Kirsty?
Hello, Chiara. I'm here to see Mrs Hamilton.
They're having lunch on the terrace. But I don't think...
Thanks. I'll go through.
The carabinieri have no right to keep any of us here.
I think we should just leave.
-[Ricardo] Just be patient. -[Zoe] You're right.
-What?! -[Sylvia] Hello, Lee.
Kirsty!
-What are you doing here? -Don't worry.
I'm not staying for lunch.
Though I wouldn't say no to a glass of wine.
[Lee] Is this some kind of joke?
Salute.
What's she doing here?
No. You need to leave.
I think you'd better let her speak, Lee.
Don't you think?
Hector's death never felt quite right.
Of course it wasn't right. It was murder.
[Henry] Lee.
Correct. But I forgot to ask the most important question.
Who benefited from it?
[Luciana] What are you talking about?
Are you accusing me?
No. I think you've been the victim of a very cruel trick
The person who really needed Hector dead was Hector.
-[Zoe laughs] -Who sent you here?
While he was finance minister,
he'd been taking money from the Arocan treasury.
[Luciana] A false accusation.
Once Hector was out of government,
there was a good chance that he'd end up in jail.
[Ricardo] That's crazy.
And he was under pressure to give his support
to a military coup that was almost certainly going to fail.
[Luciana] What?
Are you saying that Hector faked his own death to disappear?
-That's exactly what I'm saying. -[Zoe gasps]
That's impossible. I saw the body!
[Zoe] Yeah.
-Yes, you did, didn't you? -[Lee gasps] No.
[Luciana speaks Spanish quietly]
Go that way.
[doorbell chimes]
Capitano, buongiorno.
That way.
Quick to the terrace.
Last week, a petty criminal called Bruno Serna
got an early release from jail in Aroca City.
The poor man didn't realise that he was chosen
for his resemblance to Hector Magrina.
No. My father wouldn't do that.
Serna was snatched off the street
and flown by private jet to Sardinia.
Shortly after, he was taken by helicopter to Isola Polvese.
The following night, he was murdered,
and his body left tangled in a fishing net
for Piero Costa to find.
Who are you?
Someone who believes in fair play.
[Ricardo] That's crazy.
Even if you're right, we know nothing about it.
At least two of you here were involved, and we can prove it.
[Zoe] That's not possible.
[Sylvia] You think?
We found the helicopter pilot, Efis Mura.
He's been very helpful.
What? You told me you'd taken care of him!
Shut up!
Captain Mura has confirmed there was another passenger,
who had to be helped on board
and who slept through the journey.
The helicopter landed on Isola Polvese,
where two men were waiting to take Serna away.
Ricardo Garcia and Zoe Hamilton,
I'm arresting you on suspicion of kidnapping and murder.
No, no, no, no!
My love, I haven't done anything. I swear to God!
I was helping your Father. He asked for help.
Look at me, I was just helping your Father!
I did it for you, I swear, I did it for you…
[Zoe grunts]
[Giovanni] Barzini.
It was her that did everything. I was just helping your father.
-[Sylvia] Zoe, come back! -I had nothing to do with it!
I haven't done anything! Look at me!
Luciana, my love... Dammit!
[Sylvia] Zoe, come back!
-It's not my fault! -Stop, Zoe!
Talk to me!
[Zoe] I didn't do it!
[Sylvia] Zoe! Stop!
That way!
[Barzini] There is no place to go!
Stay away from me!
She's heading for the lake...
[indistinct shouting]
[Sylvia] Zoe!
Stop!
[Barzini] Stop!
[Zoe] Come on, come on, come on!
[Sylvia] Talk to me, Zoe!
Come on!
[engine starts]
No.
Goodness me.
What are we gonna do now?
[engine cuts out]
Oh, come on. No, no, no, no, no.
Come on, come on, don't do this to me. No!
[groans] Come on, work, work!
Carabinieri! You're under arrest!
Stop!
Faster.
[chuckles]
[laughs]
[they laugh]
[sighs]
[Ricardo] This isn't what it looks like.
It wasn't my fault.
-[Zoe] Let go. -[officer] Come on.
She arranged everything.
Oh, you're pathetic. All I did was ride in a helicopter.
Hector arranged it,
to bring me and a friend of his here from Sardinia.
You didn't think it was strange
that the other passenger was barely conscious?
Or that you dropped him off on an island
in the middle of the lake?
I thought it was some sort of political meeting.
Liar! How much did my father pay you?
A lot. That's why she did it.
Shut up!
Tell me about the night of the murder.
[Zoe] I wasn't there.
I didn't know anyone was going to be killed.
What did you think was gonna happen?
[Zoe] I told you I didn't know!
[Ricardo] Serna was drugged.
And Hector just put his head in the water.
I did it for you...
Your father needed help.
To kill a man?
You did what he told you?
For you!
Get out of my sight.
I never want to see you again.
[Ricardo] Luciana, please. Please.
Luciana, por favor, come back. Luciana, please come back.
Luciana, come back! Please don't leave me! Luciana!
[Giovanni] Barzini?
Take them inside.
[Ricardo] I swear it wasn't me. Look at me. [sobs]
-[Zoe] Ricardo! -[officer speaks Italian]
[Zoe] You're hurting me. Get off!
-Non fare storie. -I can walk!
[Sylvia] Luciana.
Luciana.
Do you have any idea where your father might be?
If I did, why would I tell you?
I get that you still want to protect your father,
even though he hasn't protected you.
But it would help convince the carabinieri
that you weren't involved.
Papa has a house in the Philippines
that no one knows about.
A place called Barcelo, outside Manila.
Thank you.
The dead man, what did you say his name was?
Bruno Serna.
Tell them I will pay for his funeral.
-[quietly] I meant to ask... -Kirsty!
Whatever your name is.
Signora.
Who sent you here? Hmm?
You're Secret Service, I suppose.
I've met many spies in my time.
You're all the same.
Not quite human.
Did Hector ask you to get his daughter out of the way,
the day they brought Bruno Serna to the island?
He had some business to take care of.
Asked if I could look after Luciana, so I did.
Always the perfect hostess.
Italy has no extradition treaty with the Philippines.
Tell me you're not going after Magrina.
Me personally? No.
But I don't think he'll remain a free man for long.
Do you need a ride to Panicale?
[man clears his throat]
No, thanks.
But I'll see you soon.
OK.
Arrivederci, Signora Volpe.
[car doors close]
[car engine starts]
You drained the petrol tank, I suppose.
Well done, you.
I hope you weren't planning a quick getaway.
[he sighs]
Let's go to Perugia. I'll buy you dinner.
Don't you think Isabel deserves to be part of this?
Well, I...
-Have you told her I'm here? -Not yet.
We probably shouldn't be seen leaving together.
There's a lay-by about half a kilometre down the road.
I'll wait for you there.
[engine starts]
-Excellent work, Sylvia. -[Sylvia] Thanks.
[Elijah] I don't think we need to share the intel
about Magrina's location with the Italians.
I imagine Felicity will agree with you.
Yeah, Magrina's no danger now.
And I think we can persuade him it's in his interests
to cooperate with us and the Americans.
-I expect you can. -[Elijah laughs]
Tell Felicity that Henry says hello.
OK, will do.
[phone beeps]
You thought I'd do a runner.
Not for a moment.
[engine starts]
[quiet chatter]
[upbeat music plays in the distance]
They've got company.
Let's go.
[woman] Sylvia!
Sylvia! Welcome home!
[he speaks Italian]
-Prego. Salute. -Salute.
Matteo.
I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were having a party.
No, no, no, it's OK, it's OK. Please, join us.
I'm Antonella. Matteo's mother...
Isabel.
It's your sister.
Hello, Isabel.
I thought you'd turn up again, sooner or later.
Listen, Matteo.
Take some wine to Isabel, Sylvia, and her friend.
No, Mama, no, no.
Go get another bottle…
[Sylvia] I don't understand how you recognised him.
It's been more than 40 years!
[guests chatter outside]
Well, I...
I assumed you knew.
I came to see your mother while Isabel was looking after her.
Just before the end.
Why didn't you tell me?
[Isabel] What was there to tell?
He showed up unannounced, stayed for a few hours
and then disappeared again. Just like he always did.
Just like you always did.
[Sylvia] How did you even know that she was ill?
I didn't!
[Henry] Your mother and I kept in touch over the years.
More fool her.
Don't talk about her like that.
[he sighs]
There are things you don't understand.
Well, why don't you share them with us?
It was a mistake coming here.
[Matteo clears his throat] Mama insisted.
He's right.
I'm sorry for spoiling your evening.
Come out this way.
Be careful, Sylvia.
[she sighs]
[Matteo] It was a shock for Isabel.
It's good to have met you, Matteo.
[Sylvia] I'll see you soon.
Keep well.
[engine starts]
What a lovely house.
[chuckles]
Look, um...
Look, I should probably be on my way.
Oh, no, you don't.
We have a lot of catching-up to do.
Bring your bag.