[indistinct chatter]
[moped revs]
[Rafaella] Sylvia?
Ciao, Rafaella. Could you check a licence plate for me?
I'll text you the details. I think I might have an admirer.
Hello.
Buongiorno.
[phone rings]
-Hello? -[indistinct response]
Who is this?
I've told Signora Padovesi she'll get her money,
but she needs to be patient.
No, I'm not in Panicale.
Don't you dare threaten my family.
So this is where you've been hiding out.
Yeah, in my own garden. Sneaky of me.
-I know you've been avoiding me. -Not you.
I saw Dad chatting up Antonella in Panicale yesterday.
-Did he say hello? -No, he didn't see me.
That's very good.
No, it isn't good or bad yet.
If you're trying to get round me,
you'll have to do better than that.
How are the two of you getting on?
It's weird.
Sometimes it feels like I've known him all my life,
then suddenly he's a stranger again.
One day, he won't be there at all.
Maybe.
You know I'm picking up Alice from the airport later?
Great! How long is she staying?
Just a few days.
She said she wants to take a break from her studying.
Don't you think Alice should meet her grandfather?
Oh, my God. You sound just like Matteo.
Let's all go out to dinner tomorrow night.
Il Baccanale, my treat.
You won't get a table.
Giovanni. What a nice surprise.
For your olive grove.
It's lovely! But I don't have an olive grove.
You do now.
Sylvia, uh... is anything wrong?
I haven't seen you since Villa Rossa.
Sorry. There's some family stuff going on, that's all.
I was going to call you.
Hello, Capitano. We meet again.
Signor Priest.
No. His name is actually Henry Fox.
He's my father.
Hmm...
[camera clicks]
Sylvia, last week, on a murder scene, I met Michael Priest.
This week you tell me his name is Henry Fox
and he's your father?
-I know it must seem strange. -Strange?
Are you mad?
Giovanni, this is a good thing.
It's like I've found a piece of myself
that I didn't know was missing.
[sighs]
Just be careful.
We're all going out to dinner tomorrow.
Alice and Antonella too. Why don't you come?
Thank you, but, um, I can't.
That's a shame.
Hm.
See you soon.
Ciao.
[car door opens, closes]
[car starts]
I hope I didn't make things too awkward with your friend?
He was surprised to see you. Understandably.
Look, um... it's time I got out from under your feet.
I'm going to head off first thing in the morning.
-Because of Giovanni? -No. No, no.
I have to go to Madrid to check out a painting.
But I've just arranged for us to have dinner
with Isabel and Matteo.
Isabel agreed to that?
Alice will be there.
Look, I'm sorry, but this Madrid thing could be quite important.
More important than meeting your granddaughter?
Sorry. Some other time.
[birdsong]
[Sylvia] Henry?
[car approaches]
[tyres squeal]
[car horn blares]
[car horn continues]
[engine revs]
[tyres squeal]
Sylvia?
Sylvia!
[sniffs]
[gasps]
I thought you were leaving this morning.
Sylvia's disappeared.
What?
I think somebody's taken her.
Taken her? What do you mean, "taken her"?
There was a van.
And her phone was lying in the road.
Right. And have you called the carabinieri?
No, uh... No, not yet.
[Isabel sighs]
Si, Capitano Riva, per favore.
Si. Si. Grazie.
[sighs]
[phone vibrating]
Hello?
Who's this?
[Henry] My name is Henry Fox. I'm Sylvia's father.
And why do you have her phone?
I found it outside her house.
Look, who are you? Are you a friend of Sylvia's?
Maybe. Where is she?
I don't know. She's disappeared.
Dio. I should have called her before.
Why? Wh... Did something happen?
I can't talk right now.
Just bring me her phone,
so at least I can check her messages.
[Henry] What? You know her password?
No, but it's not a problem.
Uh, look I... Uh, I have to go.
If you know something, tell me now.
No. Meet me at Gelateria del Castellani
in Perugia, two o'clock.
Sit outside and read a newspaper.
Don't tell anyone.
-No, no, look, just... -[phone beeps]
[Isabel] Let's go.
So, you heard the sound of the horn,
and then you saw the van drive away?
-Yes. -OK.
But you didn't see her get into the van?
No.
[Giovanni] And what time was this?
[Henry] Around 7:30.
There is a tyre mark, but no sign of a crash.
Well, do you think I'm making this up?
No, no, Signor Fox,
but you don't know Sylvia very well, do you?
Sometimes she goes away without warning.
Nobody just leaves without saying goodbye.
-Some people do. -Her car is still here!
And you found her phone on the road.
-Do you know her passcode? -No.
I'll give it to our tech guys. They might be able to open it.
I doubt it.
I couldn't see the driver,
but the van was a white Fiat Ducato 10.
No signage or livery. Registration DP507GF
You took a picture of the licence plate?
No, but the number's correct.
Has anyone made any threats to Sylvia?
-Not that I know of, no. -Uh, no. No.
What aren't you telling us?
It's not important.
It's a misunderstanding about some money
with a client of mine.
And what does that have to do with Sylvia?
[Henry] Nothing.
It's just that a man rang yesterday,
and was rather unpleasant.
And?
He knew I was staying here. Or in Panicale, anyway.
[Isabel] Oh, my God.
You've been back in our lives for five minutes!
I really don't think this has anything to do with my work.
Who's the person you owe money to, Signor Fox?
You'd be wasting your time, Capitano,
and we need to find Sylvia.
The name, please.
Greta Padovesi. She lives in Rome. The Via Messalina.
The van belongs to a printer in Citta della Pieve.
It was reported stolen one hour ago.
Put out an all regions alert.
Already done.
Wait, wait. There is one other possibility.
Sylvia has made some enemies since she's been here,
hasn't she?
-Really? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
She's earned a reputation as a bit of a detective.
How so?
Well, she found a woman who'd been missing for 20 years,
and a stolen pig, and...
That's hardly grounds for a vendetta, surely?
Oh, there were other cases more serious.
A very bad guy Sylvia helped to put away.
Richelmo Gregori.
Maybe he is involved.
-You'll keep us updated? -Of course.
You're sure there's nothing else that we should know?
Nothing.
We will find her.
[officers speak Italian]
But you're dead.
[door locks]
Does the Capitano know what Sylvia used to do for a living?
He's not stupid. I expect he's worked it out, like I did.
Are you suggesting someone from Sylvia's past
has tracked her down and abducted her?
That's precisely what I'm suggesting.
I, um...
I was in the same game a long time ago.
What game are you in now?
I can't imagine art historians get threatened that often.
Hm. You'd be surprised.
I'm going home. Are you coming?
Well, uh... Thanks, but I have some calls to make.
[horn blares]
[horn continues]
Hello?
[groans]
[horn continues]
Are you OK?
[she grunts] Oh, God! No!
No!
[Sylvia groans]
[groans]
[Sylvia grunts, chokes]
[gasps]
[groans, whimpers]
[pants]
[phone rings]
[man] Hello. How can I help?
[Henry] Put me through to Felicity Morris, please.
Tell her it's Henry Fox, and it's an emergency.
A Code Nine.
I'm not familiar with that term, sir,
and I'm afraid I can't confirm the names of personnel.
Felicity Morris's position as head of the Service
is a matter of public record.
I'm a former colleague of hers.
What's the nature of the emergency, sir?
It's about one of your agents, Sylvia Fox.
She's my daughter and she's gone missing.
I'm in Italy, so is she.
Or at least, she should be.
Can you hold on a moment, please?
[classical music plays]
[sighs]
There's no agent of that name
currently active on His Majesty's Service.
I didn't say she was currently active.
You're saying you and your daughter
were both former agents?
Yes.
Have you reported her disappearance
to the Italian police?
Yes, but they're not equipped to deal with something like this.
You need to get someone out here immediately.
I'm afraid that isn't an option, Mr Fox.
Best to leave this to the local force.
Hopefully, they'll find your daughter soon.
If not, she'll return of her own accord.
For God's sake, she's not a teenage runaway!
-Goodbye, sir. -But wait...
[sighs]
Morning.
Hello, darling. Did you sleep well?
Like a baby. Always do here.
What's the matter?
Sylvia's gone away, and we don't know where.
[scoffs] That's nothing new, is it?
No, it's just your grandfather's worried about her.
Well, he wouldn't be if he knew her.
Sylvia can take care of herself.
Mm!
I told Antonella we'd meet her at the cafe in the piazza at 11,
if that's OK?
Yeah, yeah, that's fine.
Oh, don't say anything about what I just told you, will you.
Yeah, sure. Fine.
Hm. I thought he was leaving this morning?
Um, Henry, or whatever I'm supposed to call him.
Yeah, he was, but he changed his mind.
Oh. OK.
[grunts]
[exhales]
[hollow knocking]
OK, grazie. Ciao.
Capitano?
Richelmo Gregori was transferred from Rebibbia five months ago.
They’re looking for him in the system now.
You really think he might be connected to Sylvia’s disappearance?
Of all the people Sylvia has run up against here,
he’s the one with most connections.
And holds the most grudges.
Come on. We’re going to Rome.
I want to know if Greta Padovesi knows anything about Henry Fox.
[grunts]
[exhales]
[gun clicks]
[sighs]
[grunts]
Fuck!
[exhales slowly]
[exhales sharply]
[grunts]
[grunts, pants]
Hello!
Help!
-Buongiorno. -Buongiorno.
Are you Rafaella?
You have Sylvia's phone?
I had to give it to the carabinieri.
Wait here.
-[sighs] Thank you, but, uh... -Take it.
You're in a gelateria, you eat gelato.
What's going on?
My daughter was abducted this morning, from outside her house.
Are the carabinieri looking for her?
Yes, but I think they're looking in the wrong place.
You said, "You should have called earlier." Why?
Sylvia asked me to trace the registration number of a moped.
She'd seen it around too often, you understand?
It belongs to Hotel Sereno, near Trasimeno.
Lots of the hotels have them to rent out to guests.
Thank you.
What will you do now?
Find out who's been using that moped.
[indistinct conversation in Italian]
Signora Padovesi...
...do you know a man called Henry Fox?
No.
What about Michael Priest?
I know him, yes.
Only professionally, you understand.
He recently sold a painting for me.
And were you satisfied with his services?
Why do you ask?
He said that someone threatened him on your behalf...
...if he did not pay what he owed.
Not threatened...
...just reminded that the debt must be settled.
Why didn't you hire a lawyer?
I like to take care of my own business.
Has Priest complained to you?
No, but a member of his family has disappeared unexpectedly.
That has nothing to do with me!
Who made the call to Michael Priest?
Aldo.
My doorman.
Some things are better left to men, you know?
[grunts]
[grunts, pants]
[grunts]
[sighs with relief, pants]
[grunts]
Residents ask me to do favours.
Strange things, sometimes.
I try to be helpful.
It’s all part of the service.
Did the Signora write down what you had to say?
"Panicale is a beautiful place,
and your daughter's house is very nice."
How did the Signora know where Michael Priest was staying?
The Signora has a big family.
Where were you at seven thirty this morning?
Coming into work. I start at eight.
What do you think?
We know he wasn’t in Panicale this morning.
But do we know where his brother was?
Or hers?
It sounds like she’s involved.
I agree.
Look into his relations, his past and any calls...
...and hers.
Yes, Captain.
But it will take time to get authorisation for the taps.
Then do it without.
[panting]
[gasps]
[distant clanking]
Oh, God. Oh, shit!
[clanking]
Who are you?
Bit late for that game now, Sylvia.
How did you find me?
I still have some contacts.
I must be getting careless.
But the accident was a nice touch.
Trying to do the right thing.
That's always been your weakness.
I thought you died in Matara.
You thought right.
Graham Conway was killed in a prison fight.
I'm someone else now.
Clever. That must have cost you.
It the only way out of that stinking jail.
-The jail you put me in. -I just did my job.
You were stealing from the Mataran people.
[scoffs] From their rulers perhaps.
The people wouldn't have seen a penny.
You know that's not true.
The profits from the mines
funded health and education programmes.
Very commendable.
Did you give your pal the same lecture?
What pal?
Richard Vaughan.
-The journalist? -So he claimed.
-What do you mean? -Vaughan worked for me.
And I think he was one of you lot.
Was the scheme Vaughan's idea?
It was mine. From start to finish.
I shipped the goods out to Vaughan in Kondulu,
and he sold them on.
The bastard disappeared while I was inside,
taking ten million dollars of my money with him.
You were surprised he didn't wait around to hand it over?
No. But he didn't just leave Kondulu.
He disappeared. Vanished.
As only a spook can.
And that's when it all started to make sense.
He didn't work for the Service, if that's what you mean.
Don't bullshit me!
How else would you have known about the operation?
Vaughan told you, and the pair of you sold me out.
Where's my money, Sylvia?
I don't know!
He didn't tell me about the smuggling,
let alone offer me a cut.
I just need to know Richard Vaughan's real name,
and where he is now.
I have no idea!
I barely knew the man.
I haven't spoken to him or thought about him in years.
I understand you have to say that.
Maybe take some time to think things over.
A night or two down here,
all alone in the dark,
who knows what you might remember?
[lock clicks]
[sighs]
[door opens, closes]
[exhales sharply]
[sighs]
[moped approaches]
[camera shutter clicks]
Bingo.
[Giovanni] OK, grazie.
I don't believe it.
Problem?
Gregori’s in prison in Palermo.
I’ll ask the local guys to talk to him.
You want me to go?
No, I need you here.
Turns out Greta Padovesi’s husband was Dino Lombardi...
...the crime boss.
That’s interesting.
And the doorman?
One of Lombardi’s foot soldiers.
He served time for assault and intimidation.
The phone taps?
Done.
And we're checking CCTV footage
around the area where the van was stolen.
We’ll find her, Capitano.
Grazie.
Um...
-You must be Alice? -Yeah.
I'm Henry.
-Your grandfather. -[Alice, sighing] Yeah.
-No, I've heard a lot about you. -Oh, dear. Um...
Well, I'm afraid it's probably all true.
[laughs]
Uh... what, so you're... What, you're here on holiday?
Yeah, yeah. No, um, just for a few days. So...
-How about you? -Yeah, uh...
Bit of a long story. Uh...
Yeah. Um...
-Is your mother about? -Yes, she's on the terrace.
-Yeah. -Yeah.
So, it's just through there and up the stairs.
-Yeah. Right. Stairs. -For the terrace. Yeah.
Alice said I'd find you up here.
-You've met? -Well, briefly.
[chuckles] She's lovely.
Lovely.
Any news?
Well, there's been no word from the carabinieri.
I might have a lead.
[Isabel] You have to pass this on to Riva.
[Henry] No, absolutely not.
No, if this is someone from Sylvia's past,
he's likely to be highly trained and completely ruthless.
If he suspects the carabinieri are onto him, he'll kill her.
Or worse.
-Worse? -Well... disappeared.
Leaving her somewhere she won't be found.
What's going on? What's happened to Sylvia?
Alice, do you know that Sylvia used to be a spy?
I mean, I... I don't know.
But, well, she has a gun and mad self-defence skills,
so I thought it had to be something like that.
She used to work for MI6.
And we think someone she encountered back then
may be behind her disappearance.
[Isabel] No, you think that.
I'm sorry, but it's also possible
that she's been abducted by someone
whom your grandfather owes money to.
Yes, and I told you, that's very unlikely.
Now, if I'm right and Sylvia's disappearance
has any connection to her old life,
then this is something we have to handle ourselves.
-What, us? -[Henry] Hm-hmm.
How?
Well, Sylvia's not the only trained operative in the family.
Mum?
Don't be silly, darling. [scoffs] It's...
[Alice gasps] OK.
So... so what happens now?
We need to find out who the chap on the moped is,
and whether he's our man.
Sorry, what moped?
[Sylvia grunts]
[sighs] Damn.
[grunts]
[sighs]
[click]
[sighs]
[grunts]
[yells] Help!
[yells, sobs]
[panting]
[water dripping]
-[Alice] I think it'll work. -Yeah. Except for one thing.
I should be the one to go, not you.
Uh... [mutters] Why do you think that?
Someone will have seen you there today.
You go back tomorrow asking questions,
they'll start to wonder.
No one noticed me, I guarantee.
I'm sure you were a good spy, but I doubt you were invisible,
Henry, even in your prime.
Darling, would you just go and put those with the others?
OK, yeah.
Um... Are you staying?
-That's very kind... -[Isabel] You can if you like.
Then I will. Thank you.
I'm not letting you put yourself in danger.
[scoffs]
It's a bit late to start acting
like the protective father now, isn't it? Look...
Are you sure this is the right thing to do?
You're not just harking back to your glory days?
I'm not sure I'll succeed, Isabel, but...
I have to try.
[stutters] You don't have to get involved.
Yes, I do.
If it's our only way of finding Sylvia.
She'd do the same for me.
In that case, uh...
I need to teach you a few things.
[grunts]
[rattling]
[grunts]
[clatters]
[grunts]
-[crack] -[grunts]
[receptionist speaks Italian]
-Buongiorno, signora. -Buongiorno.
I have a reservation in the name of Ford.
F-O-R-D.
Ford.
Welcome to the Hotel Sereno, Signora Ford.
Room 207, on the second floor.
Is this your first visit to Umbria?
No. In fact, I'm hoping to revisit some old haunts.
It says on your website that you have mopeds that guests can use.
We have only one. Let me check if it's available.
I'm sorry. It's booked until the end of tomorrow.
Would you like me to reserve it for you?
Mm. Mm-mm. Oh, no.
-I'll get back to you on that. -OK.
Uh, there is one other thing.
Do you happen to have a copy of La Repubblica?
I think so. Let me check.
-Here it is. -Grazie.
You're welcome.
-Have a nice day. -Thank you.
I didn't think I'd hear from you again.
Signora Padovesi.
I owe you an apology.
You owe me a great deal more than that.
I did warn you the process might be complex.
You will get your money, I assure you.
But I need more time.
You sent the carabinieri to my home.
That was risky, wasn't it?
[Henry] I had no choice. My daughter's missing.
[Greta] I don't care about your daughter.
Get me my money, or I will make sure
that no one in Rome does business with you again.
I trust that man less every day.
I’m going to get him back in here for questioning.
Si?
OK.
Where?
Send me the GPS co-ordinates.
They’ve found the van.
Finally.
At least what's left of it.
The moped is rented to a man called Nick Wallis.
He's got it until tomorrow night.
Well done. Have you got into his room yet?
Give me a chance!
Let's speak later. I'm on my way to Rome.
Why are you going there?
To make use of the information
you've so cleverly acquired for me, darling.
[chuckles]
They don’t expect to get much.
But there are no human remains in there.
Thank God.
Uh...
Search the area.
Have every empty and derelict building checked.
Then contact air support.
I want a helicopter up there searching.
Si, Capitano.
[indistinct chatter]
Grazie.
[elevator bell chimes]
All OK? You ready?
[elevator bell chimes]
Hm.
Right. Where to, um...?
Hm.
Yeah.
Hm.
[chair scrapes]
[man and woman speak indistinctly outside]
[grunts]
[door clicks]
[woman] I'm sorry, darling. I'm really sorry.
[Conway] You won't need it during the lesson.
I can't see it.
Call my mobile, please.
I'm sorry, I'm not usually this forgetful.
I'm just too relaxed.
It's ringing.
-[phone vibrates] -Oh.
Voilà.
-[woman laughs] -[Conway] Mm!
We don't have to play tennis, you know.
[she laughs]
[Conway] Why don't we ditch the lesson and go back to bed?
-[laughs] -Hm?
[woman moans]
Very tempting. But the poor guy is waiting for us.
-We should go back. -[Conway groans]
[woman] Come on.
-[Conway groans] -[woman laughs] Come on!
[Conway] You're too good for me.
[clattering, door opens]
[door closes]
[indistinct conversation]
Grazie.
-Henry! -[Henry] Hello, Miriam.
[sighs happily]
So glad to find you still in action.
Well, half the top brass have forgotten I'm here.
And the other half are too scared to tell me to retire.
[both chuckle]
What can I do for you?
I need a favour.
You know I have a daughter, Sylvia?
In Beirut, last I heard.
And then something about a career break?
That's right. She's living in Italy at the moment.
Ah.
She disappeared yesterday.
Snatched from outside her house in Umbria
and driven away in a stolen van.
And you think it's related to her work for the Service?
Absolutely.
Have you been in touch with Vauxhall Cross?
-[chuckles] I've tried. -Let me guess.
Some callow teenager on work experience hung up on you?
No, he was perfectly polite,
but he obviously thought I was some kind of fantasist.
We're a pair of fossils, you and I.
Have you alerted the carabinieri?
They're investigating.
But, um... I have a lead.
And I don't think it would be wise to share it with them.
But you'd like to share it with me?
Oh, yes, please.
[Miriam] Who is he?
I was rather hoping you might be able to tell me.
He's staying at the Hotel Sereno near Castiliogne del Lago,
under the name "Nick Wallis."
I'll get the picture run through our system
and see what that yields.
[sighs]
[scraping]
[sighs]
[groans]
[distant thud]
[door closes]
[exhales slowly]
[lock clicks]
[Conway] Want some?
No, thank you.
There's food, too.
I'm not hungry.
Liar.
[rustling]
I'm not going to poison you, Sylvia.
The carabinieri will be searching for me.
If anything happens to me, they'll track you down.
I doubt it.
I'm pretty good and I've been planning this for a while.
[Conway scoffs]
-Oh! Oh! [grunts] -[she exclaims]
-[grunts] -Are you OK?
Yes. It's my own fault. I couldn't resist these shoes.
-They are very chic. -Yes, but not very practical.
Oh! Do you mind if I just...?
-No, of course. -...catch my breath.
[sighs, chuckles]
-My name is Sabine. -Arabella.
-Nice to meet you. -And you. [chuckles]
[sighs]
So...
Have you had a chance to think about things?
What's there to think about?
Come on, Sylvia.
You want to get out of here alive, don't you?
If I tell you, how can I trust you to let me go?
Well, you can't.
But it's your only chance, so you might as well take it.
Did you know Richard Vaughan was American?
He didn't sound like a Yank to me.
His father worked for some big oil company
and he grew up in London.
And?
Vaughan didn't tell me about the smuggling,
and he definitely wasn't MI6.
But he could have been CIA.
Even if he wasn't, the Agency might have had its own reasons
to help him disappear.
Yeah, well this is all very interesting.
But I need his real name.
I can't tell you what I don't know.
-Enough! -[gasps]
Enough.
You know the guy's life story, but not his name?
His name...
was Ryan Erikson.
His family came from Minnesota.
That's all I know.
You better be telling the truth.
[door locks]
[outer door opens]
-[outer door closes] -[gasps]
[grunts]
[sighs]
[pants]
[scratching]
[grunts]
[strains]
[exhales]
Come on.
[grunts] Yes.
[grunts]
Oh, yes.
[Henry] Mm. A proper cup of tea.
Fortnum's loose leaf.
It's the only thing I miss about Britain.
I get it sent out in the diplomatic bag.
-[computer chimes] -Oh, here we are.
Nicholas Jacob Wallis entered the country three weeks ago,
on a South African passport.
Hm. That's not good.
It's showing a match, a man called Graham Arthur Conway.
Why is Conway on your system?
He's a former British Military Intelligence Officer.
Former? What is he now?
Dead. He went rogue and was killed in a prison fight,
allegedly.
Do you happen to know if Sylvia was in East Africa at the time?
No, she'd moved on by then.
But she was there a few years earlier,
when Conway was convicted.
What was he done for?
[sighs] Running a mineral smuggling operation.
He was suspected of the murder of two mine workers.
Christ.
But there wasn't enough evidence to charge him.
[gasps]
-That's odd. -[Henry] What?
I'm trying to see who else of ours
was in the region at the time,
but the system keeps blocking me.
-Black ops? -Yes, perhaps.
Is there anything else I can do to help?
Just a few bits and pieces from the stationery cupboard,
if you'd be so kind?
[exhales] That's quite a shopping list.
[Henry] Mm.
-I shall need it all back. -Of course.
Don't do anything foolish, Henry.
We leave tomorrow, but it's been a fabulous trip.
-The first of many, I hope. -[chuckles]
Nick is a great guy.
Mm. And where is he, this wonderful boyfriend of yours?
-I can't wait to meet him. -He's gone hiking.
Wants to get fit again after three weeks of indulgence.
You've been here three weeks?
It was meant to be ten days, but Nick's schedule changed
and he said we should stay longer.
-Hm. -Are you here with your partner?
No, I'm on my own. I'm celebrating my divorce.
Oh. I'm sorry.
Don't be. I'm well rid.
-[Sabine chuckles] -[phone rings]
Excuse me. [chuckles]
Oh!
Hello?
Avoid any contact with Wallis and get out of there now.
Oh, hi, Nick!
Thank you so much. Yes, I'll be there right away.
I must go. Thank you for being so adorable.
It was good to meet you, Arabella.
See you later, maybe?
-Hey. -Hey!
Who was that?
A nice woman who is staying here.
Oh.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
[phone vibrates]
Capitano Riva. Any news?
[grunts]
[panting]
[sighs] This one.
Come on.
The van was abandoned here, next to the border with Tuscany
and the autostrada,
so Sylvia could be hundreds of kilometres away by now.
Or she could be just up the road.
Yes. Which is why our officers
are searching the immediate area.
Oh. OK, um...
I'm sorry, but was there something else? You know?
Because I should be getting back to Panicale.
I must ask you again, sir.
If there is a chance that Sylvia's disappearance
has anything to do with one of your business dealings,
tell me now.
So you can harass my other clients?
I promise you, there's nothing to tell.
What exactly is your business, Signor Fox?
I'm an art historian. I advise collectors and dealers.
As I was doing for Lee Hamilton at Villa Rossa.
Where you went by the name of Michael Priest.
Why was that?
I prefer to keep my private and professional lives separate.
The laws in Italy governing the sale of art
are very strict, you know.
Yes. I'm well aware of that.
Capitano Riva, why are we wasting time
talking about my work,
when we should be looking for my daughter?
"We?"
For Sylvia's sake, I hope you're not trying
to conduct your own investigation.
[laughs dismissively]
I'm an old man in a foreign country.
What could I possibly do?
Serious damage, if you try to play the hero.
What can you tell me about Sylvia's life
before she moved to Italy?
She's told me very little. You too, I imagine.
Our secret services might be able to assist.
But they won't, unless I have more information.
I'm afraid I can't help you there.
Arrivederci.
[sighs]
[door closes]
[Isabel] So, how does someone come back from the dead?
[Henry] With the right help and enough money...
it's not that hard to fake your own death.
Sabine said that she'd never met his family.
They've only been together for a few months.
Very convenient.
Please get in touch with Riva. Please. Please.
This man is a killer, and a soldier.
We can't fight him on our own.
It's the only way we can fight him.
Conway is still at the hotel,
so Sylvia's not going to be far away.
And if he and his girlfriend are leaving tomorrow evening,
he has to make his final move
either tonight or in the morning.
Why can't we call the carabinieri
to keep him under surveillance?
And what then?
Look, supposing Conway doesn't realise,
and leads them to Sylvia.
They'll go in mob-handed with an armed response unit.
Now, they may get Conway,
but there's no guarantee that Sylvia will come out alive.
So... [stifles a sob]
What are we going to do? [cries]
We'll get her back, Izzy. We will.
[Sylvia grunts, sighs]
-[grunts] -[thud]
[gasps]
Oh, no!
[sighs]
[Alice] Just take me instead. I'll be more use than Mum.
Why do you think so?
Well, I'm younger. I've got better eyesight,
I can run faster.
It's not quite as simple as that.
OK. So what does it take to be a good spy, then?
You're staying here. I'll message you once an hour.
What am I supposed to tell Matteo?
I don't know. I mean, he doesn't get back till after midnight.
Just pretend you've gone to bed.
Just writing him a note
saying that I'm spending the night at Sylvia's.
-He's gonna find that weird. -[Isabel] Probably.
I'll explain in the morning.
And I bet you can't run faster.
[chuckles]
[car approaches]
[sighs]
Tracker's on. [sighs]
Conway and Sabine are back in their room.
He told her he's going for an early morning hike.
Make yourself comfortable.
It's going to be a long night.
[van door opens]
[Conway] See you later. I love you.
[grunts] What's happening?
He's on the move.
Damn it. He's gone back into the hotel.
I hope to God he hasn't seen us.
Right. I'm going to go and have a closer look.
Are you there?
It's a bread van.
The driver's taking the bread inside.
Oh, my God.
Conway's back.
He's stealing the van!
[tyres screech]
-[van starts] -Henry!
Wha... [exhales]
[phone rings]
Hello?
-Matteo? -[knocks]
-Matteo! -[knocks]
-Alice. -We need to go and get Mum!
-From Sylvia's house? -No. No.
Hey, hey. Alice. What the hell is going on?
Just get dressed and then come with me.
I'll explain on the way, OK. Just come on, now!
[Matteo] Come on!
Your whole family is God damn crazy!
His plan was a good one.
So why didn't you tell me about it?
Just get in.
[Isabel] Go! I'm tracking him.
[clanging]
[door creaks open]
Hey!
[Sylvia screams]
[yells]
[grunting]
-[gun clicks] -[Sylvia gasps]
[Conway] You're not going anywhere.
Fuck!
[drone beeps, whirrs]
According to his CIA file,
Ryan Erikson was killed in a car crash in Nigeria
three years ago.
But you already knew that.
I swear, I didn't!
I know you spooks stick together.
But why are you still protecting Richard Vaughan?
[Sylvia] Why not?
You're going to kill me anyway, aren't you?
[Conway] You know I have to.
But not before you tell me what Vaughan's real name is.
Where did you get that?
[Conway] From the jewellery box in your sister's bedroom.
[Sylvia gasps, pants]
Isabel has nothing to do with this!
Granted. She'll be dead by the end of the day,
unless you tell me Vaughan's real name.
You were right.
Richard Vaughan was MI6.
-His real name is Adam Haines. -You're sure about that?
-Yes. -And why should I believe you?
I used to be married to him.
[scoffs] Well, well, well...
Come on.
Where are we going?
I don't know anything about the money, I swear.
Adam and I were divorced long before I was posted to Matara.
And he used to lie to me all the time.
Yeah, well, I'll be sure to give him your regards
when we catch up.
[Conway grunts]
[Conway yells in pain]
-[gunshot] -[Sylvia yells]
-[gunshot] -[Sylvia yells, groans]
[Conway grunts]
-[Sylvia grunts] -[Conway yells]
[pants]
[grunts]
[pants]
[grunts]
-[gunshots] -[Sylvia yells]
[gunshot]
[panting]
He's dead.
[Sylvia exhales shakily]
-Are you OK? -[cries]
It's all right.
Hey. You're OK. You're OK.
OK. OK.
[Sylvia wails]
[Matteo] Give me the gun.
-No, you'd best not touch it. -I have to...
if I'm going to say I fired the shot.
[Henry scoffs]
I'm an Italian citizen in good standing, with a clean record.
And you... Just give me the gun.
Let him do it.
Thanks, Matteo, but there's no need.
I'm just going to go.
Give me a ten-minute start, then call the carabinieri.
Tell them you found Conway dead and Sylvia in shock.
Sylvia will say I shot Conway then took off.
I'll take this with me.
Thank you, Izzy.
-Thank you so much. -Dad.
Take care, my darling.
You too.
[Henry] Alice.
I didn't answer your question, about what makes a good spy.
What?
None of the things that make a good human being.
Henry! Thank you.
-[Alice] Will he be OK? -He'll be fine.
[van door closes, engine starts]
He knows how to disappear.
[Sylvia] Grazie, Matteo. I think it will be fine.
OK. I'll be right there.
[police chatter in Italian]
You're sure you never saw him before?
He was going to kill me.
Do you know his name?
Nick Wallis is the name on his driver's licence.
Does it mean anything to you?
I don't believe you, Sylvia. But I don't care,
because I'm just so glad that you're safe.
Thanks.
[birdsong]
[dial tone]
The person you're calling is not available.
Please leave a message after the tone. [beep]
Hi, Adam.
A dead man tried to kill me.
He wanted to know what you did with his ten million dollars.
I'd like to know, too.
[Giovanni] Sylvia?