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Hello? Is someone there?

-You're digging your nails in. -Sorry.

Look beneath the tiger's eyes.

We found it!

-Andrea. -Mm!

Honestly, you look awful.

Honestly, Santino, I'm fine.

Just go and lie down, leave this to me.

Stop fussing. Oh.

Signore Carlotti, we have the head.

Ah! Congratulations!

Ooh!

Please. Santino.

-Yes. -This is yours.

All: Ohhhh...

Ol�!

Allora.

Two V.I.P. tickets to our gala dinner

for our brilliant lady detectives.

Grazie. Thank you very much.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?

We have a winner for our ice-breaker challenge!

Joe: It's a long way to go for an old film.

Angelica: Not just any film. "Roman Holiday."

-This was his idea? -Daniele's?

Yes, but I swear, it's a film festival.

Why would I make up something like that?

It's a good question.

I promised Gran I wouldn't lie again.

What about me?

I-I feel I can say anything to you, to be honest.

You're never really listening.

I've told you that's gonna change.

Then I won't lie to you either.

-Deal? -Deal.

Anyway, why have you come to Naples?

You never said.

I've got a debrief on that murder case.

Hopefully the last one.

And then maybe we can spend some time together?

I thought that's why we were here.

Er...you wished I was dead not long ago.

I just wish that she wasn't.

I wish that too, sweetheart.

There he is, the pride of British policing.

Don't know about that.

Martin Laxman. British Consulate.

-Joe Mottram. -Oh, I know who you are.

The commissioner here has been waxing lyrical.

Look, I'd love to stand you a drink.

Inspector Sarrancino's just offered.

Oh, we can do that another time.

Mine's on the Foreign Office.

Some bright spark will be suggesting a transfer next,

you mark my words.

I'm just here on holiday.

Well, don't worry. I'll let you get back to your towel

and your airport novels.

Actually, Joe, I wonder if I might beg a small favour?

Camilla, my niece -

she's, um, helping organise a murder-mystery weekend.

It's, uh, in your in-laws' neck of the woods.

-On the island? -That's right.

The damned writer's phoned in sick,

and it occurred to me that you might go in her place.

-Me? -The hero of the hour.

I didn't write anything. Won't they be disappointed?

A genuine Met Police detective?

I don't think "disappointed" would be the word.

And there'd be a cash fee in it for you.

What is it you like about her?

She reminds me of my mum.

-And the clothes, of course. -You like fashion?

Yeah, I used to think I wanted a career in it,

but not anymore.

What will you do then?

Er, I don't know, but definitely work for myself.

What about you?

What about me?

Well, are you gonna go to college?

-It's not for the likes of me. -That's such BS.

My mum - she's sick.

You know, she wouldn't want you to miss out.

Sure, but I can't afford it.

You could work, save up, go later.

Easy to say when you don't have to.

Sorry.

Hey, there is a party tonight.

I said I'd spend time with my gran.

Come on, it's starting.

I love this film.

-Here. -Grazie.

But at least you'll get a decent meal.

-Won't be a patch on here. -Mm.

This evening...

we are closed.

Luca, wanna come to a fancy dinner?

Er, sorry. I have a date.

-Ciao. -Ah, what about Daria?

-You could take her. -Take me where?

-It's a murder mystery, si. -Luca: Ah, you love all that.

I'm sure Daria's got better things to do with her night off.

Not really. My mum is with my sister tonight.

Well, anyway, erm, I don't have a suit.

-I'll find you one. -Mm. Okay.

That's settled then.

See ya.

-See you later. -Joe: Yeah.

Wow! Elena, you look amazing.

Are you still not talking to me?

That rather depends.

-After you, madam. -I hope you know what you're doing.

She deserves some fun. They both do.

She's an attractive woman, Gennaro.

-So? -So, he's a man.

Eh...

Well, that hadn't occurred to you?

One day, his heart will mend.

We need to get used to the idea.

And is this your wife, inspector?

Erm, no, no, just a family friend.

Just the two gentlemen together?

Lovely.

Sorry, may I just - You're dripping.

No, Santino. That's enough, Santino!

He's like a mother, not a boyfriend.

And this is Mr Miller and Mr Murray, Inspector.

Two of our most avid fans.

So avid, in fact, they turned up a day early.

Andrea was kind enough to invite us in for a cocktail.

I'm writing a crime story of my own.

I wanted to run some ideas by you.

There will be time after dinner.

What's wrong with now?

The next challenge is about to start.

And this is Camilla,

Mr Laxman's niece

who publishes the book that inspired our event.

Hi. Oh, thank God policemen are more reliable than writers.

Uh, might I have a word, Andrea?

I need to speak to Joe, in private.

Er, I shouldn't leave Daria.

Er, no, no, it's okay. Santino will take care of me.

By all means.

Quick.

Pleased to meet you.

I know, not exactly Fort Knox.

Joe: Scorsese.

-Any good? -It's Santino's.

He's obsessed.

You okay?

I'm type 2. My levels are all over the place.

-Maybe take your tie off. -Never.

This is my way of sticking two fingers up to the disease.

-Is that a good idea? -Mm...

I receive enough lectures from Santino.

His poor mother was also diabetic.

Ain't you going to count it?

You'd cheat an officer of the law?

I would cheat anyone.

My finances are in a worse state than my health.

Thought you'd be making a mint from all this

murder-mystery stuff.

Renting this place out...

it just about covers the upkeep.

And my legal fees. The whole sorry story...

is in here.

I'm a policeman, not a lawyer.

Don't worry,

I only brought you in here to avoid talking to Camilla.

Am I interrupting?

I was just leaving.

Thanks for the drink.

You greedy little shit, Andrea.

Camilla: How dare you?!

Do you realise how disrespectful this is?

We were gonna book elsewhere and we came here as a favour to you.

Daria: I've hardly spoken to Angelica.

Mm, you and me both.

Elena said she's very spirited.

Headstrong, you mean. Opinionated.

Do you have kids?

No.

Forget I asked.

No, no, it's okay. I don't mind.

It's a blessing, really.

Er, divorce is easier when no children are involved.

I can imagine.

I've been, erm, nursing my sister through cancer.

-I'm sorry. -You realise how

precious life is, how short.

Too short to spend it with someone you don't love.

I'm sorry. You don't need lectures from me about love.

Did you know Sofia?

No, but, Elena has told me so much.

-Oscar, wait! -Stupid game! Leave me alone.

We can see the rest of the villa tomorrow.

It's only out of bounds for tonight.

I'm going for a swim.

You don't have a costume or a towel.

Oscar: God's sake!

And see if you could find another bottle of prosecco.

Do you think you should intervene?

Nah.

I think a dip might sober him up.

Man: Ladies and gents,

we have a winner of the Sundowner Challenge!

Maybe we should bunk off and go for a swim.

Policemen are supposed to be reliable.

I'm off duty.

-Okay. -Top up?

Santino: ...for dinner. It's gonna be fine.

Have you seen Andrea?

Er, no, not for about an hour or so.

We really can't start without him.

-Well, then go and look. -Right.

Caro: It's a lovely dress, dear.

-It's beautiful. -Ah, thank you.

Oh, I just hope it's not too hot.

Hang on! Save some for me!

Someone else is running late.

This is wonderful.

Just hope it's up to your standards.

-I'm sure it's delicious. -Santino: Someone help me!

Santino: Help!

Er, please stay here, everyone.

I'm - I'm sure everything's fine.

Andrea.

Please don't leave.

Please don't leave me.

Santino. Santino. Come, come.

-What are you doing here? -The party's boring without you.

-I told you I can't. -Then come to the beach.

-Well, I made a promise. -So? Live a little.

Okay. Wait here.

-I'm so sorry. -You don't have to apologise.

Hardly a fun night out, is it?

I was having a wonderful time, until, erm...

I've arranged a lift back for you.

-Are you not coming? -I need to stay.

Yes, of course. I will, erm, see you tomorrow.

-Yeah. -Okay.

-Ciao. -Ciao.

-Camilla: Let's go. -Daria: So awful. Poor man.

-What is it? -Sand, I think.

Can we get this glass to the lab?

Yes, of course.

There's blood here and no glass,

and then glass there with no blood.

It's like three separate incidents.

-I didn't know you smoked. -Everyone smokes.

-Can I have some? -It's strong.

Everyone smokes, Daniele.

If you're sure.

See? I'm not so angelic.

There you go.

It is strong.

-What's that? -Extra-terrestrials.

It's my alarm, dingbat.

I have to go back.

-Please, stay. -No, I promised I'd be back.

-Five more minutes. -Ah, hey! Daniele, stop!

-Let go! Get off! -Ugh!

-Uh-ya. -Are you okay?

Yes.

Rrrrr!

You waiting up for me?

We've been arguing again.

Go on. Go.

-Have you got me? -Go, yeah.

-Okay. -Go!

-Have you got my leg? -Yeah.

Okay, up! Aah! Aah!

Are you alright?

- Yep. - Ah!

Oh, yeah, erm...

I thought it might help.

-I don't need help. -There's 1,000 there.

If you need any more, just ask me.

Are you trying to insult me?

We're family, Gennaro.

You're insulting me.

-Thank you. -Ah.

-Second time lucky? -Let's go.

I'm starting to think you're a jinx.

Ha! You're not the only one.

A trail of bodies wherever you go.

You wanted to talk to me?

I need to interview you.

I told Gianni everything I know.

As a potential witness.

A witness to what, exactly?

An argument - between the dead man and another guest.

No! Take your hands off of me!

-This is a diplomatic incident. -Madam, please.

Joe.

Thank God you're here.

She's had to surrender her passport.

I'm sure it's just a formality.

They are saying that she is a suspect.

She just needs to account for her movements.

That's just it.

-She can't. -Joe.

Excuse me.

Just tell us what you know,

and, most likely, we will let you go.

Or we could apply to the prosecutor to detain you,

for up to 96 hours.

Camilla, we have witnesses

who have heard a heated exchange between the deceased

and you at 7:35 p.m.

in the same location his body was later discovered.

No one recalls seeing Andrea alive after your argument,

and no one saw you either.

Not until you came back for dinner an hour later, at 8:35.

You went to change, didn't you?

You were wearing red when I met you,

but orange when we sat down for dinner.

Question is, why?

So, the victim had a nosebleed?

Lara: She says it started when they were arguing,

wouldn't stop.

She tried to help him, got blood on her dress,

Andrea told her to leave him alone, and then she left.

Or she stabbed him in a fury,

panicked and fled, and felt better.

What were they arguing over, anyway?

Andrea invoiced her for the hire of the villa

at twice the agreed price.

And why didn't she tell us all this

when I first tried to question her?

She did admit she threw a glass at him.

But she says that shattered harmlessly.

But then later found a piece stuck in his neck,

didn't know what to think.

So the boyfriend thinks she's guilty.

Camilla says he's got it in for her.

Andrea asked her to give Santino a job.

She refused. She said he'd barely read a book in his life.

He's a movie obsessive, apparently.

And you believe her?

She's still a suspect,

until we can prove he was still alive after she left.

Postmortem is in, boss.

-Thank you. -Mm-hmm.

That's the tox report and crime-scene forensics.

The glass in his neck - the wound's superficial,

not enough to kill him.

-So what did? -Heart attack,

brought on by loss of blood, they think.

From a nosebleed?

There was an additional bleeding from the head wound

consistent with a fall.

He felt faint after the nosebleed,

dropped the decanter, fell, hit his head,

-got the shard in his neck? -Lara: It is possible.

His insulin levels were sky-high, according to this.

Must've been really unwell.

Warfarin. Isn't that rat poison?

Blood thinner. Diabetics take it.

That could explain why he bled out.

-Any mention of lithium? -Not in his system, no.

It says here that the brandy in the decanter

was heavily contaminated with it.

-Didn't he drink from it? -Yeah, we both did.

Let's talk more over lunch. I'm hungry.

I know a great little restaurant.

Ciao.

Who's that with Joe and his friend?

Some big fish with the state police in Naples.

He thinks our son-in-law is God's anointed.

He almost seems ready to name him Chief of Police.

Well, wouldn't it be wonderful...if Joe was?

Would it be?

We'd see a lot more of Angelica.

-That would be wonderful. -Mm.

I don't even know if such a thing is even possible.

A transfer.

Well, everything's possible.

Elena, you're playing with fire.

Lara: His doctor says he was managing diabetes

as well as could be expected.

She's adamant he's not the type to overdose -

deliberately or by mistake.

Maybe a third party injected him.

Where is the evidence for that?

Andrea wasn't prescribed Warfarin.

Which suggests someone else may have poisoned him with it.

Lara: So why not with insulin, as well?

Joe: It's fast-acting if injected in to muscle.

The victim goes into diabetic shock, followed by a coma.

Lara: It can kill if left untreated.

Yeah, but how do you inject someone without them noticing?

You fiddle with their prescription.

Just like in that movie.

I'm so sorry. I-I should mind my own business.

What film?

The husband poisons the wife

with her insulin shots.

Erm, I can't remember the name of it.

-Have you watched it recently? -Last year, sometime.

It's that, erm, Italian-American director.

-Lara: Scorsese. -Scorsese. Yes.

Santino.

I think it's time we brought him in.

It's on my hard drive. So what?

And that's just a coincidence, is it?

All of his movies are. I watch them all the time.

When? When am I supposed to have done

this horrible thing to Andrea?

Calm down, sir, please.

We just have a few questions.

I was taking photos all night. You can ask anyone.

Trust me, we will.

Why?

Why would I kill him?

The one person I had left to me.

Without him, I have nothing.

No partner, no money, nowhere to live.

You can't stay here?

There's a court case.

Someone else is claiming ownership.

We found this in your Internet site history.

Yes, well, erm...

Andrea sometimes asks me to help with his injections.

I just wanted to make sure I knew what I was doing.

We know what you were doing.

You were giving him your dead mother's insulin instead of his.

Joe: That's her prescription, isn't it?

It's twice the strength of Andrea's.

I lost her a few months ago.

The last thing I wanted was to lose him, too.

And what did you want?

Just to make him a little bit...sicker.

Just...

a little more dependent on me.

Andrea was always saying that we should break up

because the villa might not be his for much longer.

He said that I should plan for life without him.

You know...

get a job with Camilla, maybe go to London.

I-I don't know.

How do you explain this?

Yes, I-I...

I gave it to him, as well.

Without his knowledge, to reduce

the risk of him getting a fatal blood clot.

Or to increase the risk of him

bleeding out from a tiny scratch.

He confessed.

Yeah, but to what?

Messing with Andrea's injections.

Yeah, but that's some weird Munchausen-by-proxy kinda shit.

Also known as attempted murder.

You can't prove he was directly responsible for the fatal bleed.

His prints are on the decanter.

His prints are all over every bit of the house.

He lived there. And what about motive?

He's left himself penniless, homeless.

Maybe he lashed out in anger.

Went to check on Andrea, caught him pouring yet another brandy,

lost his temper, tried to grab the decanter from him.

Except he was taking photos all night.

We only have his word for that.

Well, you've impounded his camera.

It won't be hard to prove either way.

Anything else?

There is, actually.

-The lithium. -He wasn't poisoned with that.

Exactly. And I'm trying to work out why not.

It was found in what was left of the decanter,

and both Andrea and I drank from it.

But neither of us had detectable levels in our blood.

Every detail matters, right?

Come on.

-Still here? -Oh. Yes.

We've all been asked to stay on.

It shouldn't take too much longer.

I hope not. I packed for two days.

There are shops on the island.

We're out-of-work actors, inspector.

We can't afford to pay those prices.

I'm under strict instructions from Oscar

to find a launderette.

Good luck.

-It's very late. -Sorry.

Erm, I lost track of time.

No, no, no, it's okay.

Ooh! They're a happy-looking bunch.

The father had the villa built as a holiday home.

And then he got himself jailed for smuggling guns and tobacco.

How very Italian.

And the government auctioned it off.

Mm. Yeah, who's that cheery chap?

Oh, this is Franz Muller.

His family manufactured plastic in Germany,

but he made radical art.

Used the island as a bolt-hole when Hitler came to power.

And what about during the war?

Ah, well, poor Franz had to scarper

when the Allies retook the island.

-So he sold the villa? -That's what's disputed.

A local family, the Carlottis -

they say he off-loaded it to them in a tearing hurry.

Well, don't they have the deeds?

Lost.

And when they tried to sell it to a hotel developer,

the Muller family blocked it.

It's been grinding through the courts ever since.

Oh, they - they should just give it to the family

of the smuggler who built it.

Well...

What is it with this place and smuggling?

Well, Italians - they despise the state.

They like nothing better than to cheat it.

And, of course, all the secret caves and coves.

Why are you interested in all this?

Erm...

I've been taken on as a consultant.

And they're paying me this time.

They're actually employing you?

It's only for the summer.

I thought it might help keep me...

well, you know.

Why do you think I keep so busy?

Good night.

Good night, Elena.

Gennaro: Joe! Joe!

What? What's happened?

Nothing. I thought we'd go fishing.

-Fishing? -Si.

Gennaro, it's 5:00 in the morning.

But the - the fish don't know that.

It's my way of saying "thank you."

I will pay you back.

No chance.

I'm always happy to help.

Although, I'm sure you won't need it.

Money...

slips through my fingers.

There must be ways to make more of it.

You think I haven't tried?

Well, you've got a name. You should use it.

To do what? Write cookbooks?

-Why not? -Uh.

You sound like Sofia.

-Forget it. -Why?

Because I've mentioned her name?

You can't just change subject every time it comes up.

It's part of grieving, of healing.

To talk about the one you lost

with those who loved them, too.

I can't.

Then learn it.

I just...

I can't.

I think we should go back up.

The fishing gods are not smiling on us, huh?

Joe! Joe!

Joe, you've got something.

Pull.

Joe, pull.

Never seen one like this before.

It's a parrotfish.

-Joe: Just asking to get caught. -Gennaro: Yeah.

Being colourful obviously has its advantages.

It can attract a mate

or protect your nest from a predator.

-Protect a nest? -Yes.

It's called distraction display -

to lure the focus away from something

you don't want to be noticed.

It's quite common in nature, huh?

And in most humans.

So, 10 minutes, and it's done.

Grazie.

-Worth it? -Mm.

Best bloody breakfast ever.

Joe: Come and look at this.

There's Camilla in the background.

Take a note of the time.

And now this one.

Lara: That's Andrea.

-And his nose is bleeding. -At 7:46 p.m.

He was still alive when Camilla left to get changed.

Maybe it's time to give Miss Laxman back her passport.

Time codes can be edited.

But not the sequence the photos appear in.

You didn't tell me you took a date.

Er, well, I-I didn't.

T-That's not relevant.

What is is that this photo was taken shortly

after we arrived, at 7:20 p.m.

-So? -So between then and dinner,

Santino took a further 232 photographs,

or roughly one every 18 seconds.

That seems like a lot.

The longest gap is less than a minute.

Whoever - or whatever - caused Andrea to hit his head

and suffer a fatal bleed, it wasn't Santino.

So you're saying he couldn't have been present

-when his boyfriend died? -Joe: Exactly.

But someone else might.

-Gianni: Who's that? -Joe: Oscar Miller.

He likes his photo being taken.

Joe: It's called a distraction display.

He made sure to introduce himself to me

and that I would see him going swimming,

announced his return in the most dramatic fashion, dripping wet.

So he was trying to distract you?

To get noticed.

Pull all my focus away from his true intentions.

Which was?

You got a wet suit?

And it was built by a smuggler.

He'd want secret access to the beach.

That explains the sand on the scrapbook.

And why Oscar needed a launderette.

Joe: Dirty work, looking for deeds in a cellar.

Joe: This must be it.

Entrance to smuggler gite.

Should lead to the cellar.

If he comes back, this is how he'd get in.

We need to be ready.

Lara: Stop what you're doing!

Lara: Don't move. Drop that.

Turn around.

Oscar Miller, you're under arrest.

Poor old Andrea.

Little did he know, when he invited you in,

he was showing you where to find the key to his study.

And how best to poison him.

There's no point denying it was you that put the lithium

in the brandy decanter.

It's on your prescription.

Lithium carbonate.

Must be difficult, being bipolar.

My colleague here drank from that decanter.

Luckily for him, you hadn't got to it yet.

Unluckily for you, it allowed us to work out

that you must've contaminated it sometime

between him downing the brandy and Andrea's body being found.

Lithium doesn't kill you.

Joe: The plan was to make him ill, send him to hospital,

get him out the way so you could search the cellars in peace.

But it all went wrong, didn't it?

Which is why you had to go back.

Did Andrea catch you putting it in the decanter?

Is that how it got broken?

We've spoken to Max, Oscar.

He says you've inherited a case full of papers

when your grandfather died.

Joe: Peter Miller?

Or do I mean Muller?

Max says there was a letter

alluding to the secret passageway.

And the deeds hidden in the cellar.

You became obsessed with finding them.

Restoring the villa to your family.

We found this among your things.

The kindest explanation is you tried to help

when Andrea collapsed.

Undid his tie, loosened his collar.

You were worried your DNA might be found on it.

Did you keep it as a trophy?

It was only a tiny push.

Well, then which of them is guilty?

Er, of murder, neither. Involuntary manslaughter, maybe.

Well, not even Santino?

They both tried to poison him to make him sick,

but using separate methods and with different motives.

But Oscar admits that they got into a scuffle, he pushed him.

Andrea's injuries weren't consistent with

the use of force.

What? Not even the glass in his neck?

That wound was superficial.

It's much more likely that he - he fell on him.

Well, what about all that blood?

That was the Warfarin in his system.

It prevented clotting, he bled out,

and, in his already weakened state, he had a heart attack.

Oh, that poor man.

Erm, thought that was our table.

Ah. Sorry, Joe.

Last minute walk-in. One of our regulars.

Joe: Eh, not a problem.

We'll find somewhere else.

Er, did you ask Gennaro if he has any time

to say hello to Camilla?

I fly home tomorrow, I'm afraid.

Ah, I-I can only apologise.

My husband says he'd rather feed people than write cookbooks.

I'm - I'm so sorry.

Texting your dealer?

I'm waiting for Angelica.

Er, it was a joke.

-Where you taking her? -There's a place we all go to.

To drink?

We light a fire, play music.

Alright, well, take good care of her, yeah?

Yes.

-Night. -Night.

-Oh-ho! I found you.

-How are you? -Very good. Are you good?

-Who's that guy? -Father of a girl I'm seeing.

-American? -She's from London.

You know what they say about English girls, yeah?

-Do you have it? -Of course I have it. Relax.

Here.

What you doing? Come on, put it back.

Relax. Be good. I'll see you soon, yeah?

See you.

-Ciao. -Ciao.

Who was that?

Just a guy wanting to know the time.

Shall we go?

Wait.

Hmm.

Please.

-Ready? -Yeah.

Rocco!

Sorry. Bring a plate and some more wine, please.

Hey, Fabio!

-Hello. -Hey! Vino!

Joe: Marine archaeologist.

Elena: Scientists, you said? What were they looking for?

Joe: Shipwreck. Thought they'd found it, dived down to look.

-Help! -Joe: Dead when he surfaced.

-Johnny! -I need to ask you something.

-Are you dealing drugs? -No.

So, my dad says you went to prison.

Yeah.

What would you say if somebody you worried might end up there?

Your drowning - it's suspicious.

I thought this was being investigated as an accident.

-Don't I recognise those guys? -Quite possibly.

Dad!

Dad!

Hey! Hey!

Angelica: I was so scared.

Luca: His name is Di Biasi.

He's a boss.

Do you know Rocco Di Biasi?

My son-in-law meant no disrespect.

What's going on, Gennaro?

Leave it, Joe.

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