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First Officer: Fishing boats?

Captain: I doubt it. Probably smugglers.

Let's take a closer look.

They are separating.

Which one should we follow?

The one that's heading towards land.

Stop! Switch off your engine!

Stop your engine and heave to!

I repeat, halt! Halt!

Halt! Armed police!

Do not move!

How are you feeling?

Fine.

Did you want something?

I've been waiting to speak to you.

Your blood tests came back.

And your drink was spiked.

They're ready to charge him.

I thought you'd want to know.

I'm so sorry, Dad.

No. Sweetheart, don't be stupid.

I should've said something.

About what?

I knew he was dealing.

I wanted to talk to you. I spoke to Luca.

-Why didn't you tell me? -What?

-Joe: Angelica! -Luca: What?!

-Why didn't you tell me?! -Joe, stop it!

-Have you lost your mind! -She told him.

-She didn't say it was him. -So it's down to you, Luca.

Because she knew there was no point trying to talk to you.

Stop it!

I don't want this.

Angelica... Angelica, wait.

-Let her be. -You should go now.

Come back when you've calmed down.

Don't worry, I'm going.

Don't like the company you keep.

Angelica: It's me everyone should be mad at.

Oh, nonsense.

You're not to blame.

Why is dad so angry with Luca, then?

He feels...

guilty at failing to protect you.

We all do.

That's not going to happen again.

I want you to stay here, on the island,

with me and your grandfather.

But I haven't finished school.

You can finish it here. Help run the restaurant.

Learn on the job.

But what about Dad?

He needs to prioritise what's best for you.

Okay.

-Yeah. -Thanks, Gran.

I still talk to her.

Ask her advice.

What would she say to you now?

"Grow up."

"Say sorry."

You don't need to apologise.

I shouldn't have said what I said.

No.

I often wonder if...we did the right thing with Luca.

I know he doesn't act out of malice.

Yeah, but he makes bad judgements.

Yet it's hard to stay mad at him.

As I'm sure it's hard for Angelica to stay mad at you.

She'll give it a go.

Sofia would tell you to talk to her.

-I've tried. -Then try again!

Make her that meal that we've talked about.

Sit down with her.

I don't know if my culinary skills will stretch to that.

You're the only one who doubts it.

Show her how much you love her, Joe.

This had better be good.

I said it would be worth your while.

Here, look at me.

Come on, then. What happened?

A night patrol made a routine approach to two boats at sea.

They sped off, and my colleagues gave chase,

followed one of the boats to a beach on the south coast.

Anxious not to be caught.

The two guys in it ran off.

Is it illegal to kill sharks here?

No. But people get angry about it.

-Maybe that's why they fled. -No.

There was no fishing equipment in the boat.

So you dragged me out here to watch the making of "Jaws 5"?

I have to ask you about your daughter.

Okay, I take it you haven't spoken to her?

-I've tried. -What are you worried about?

That she'll think I'm putting my work ahead of her feelings.

Yet again.

Look, we're going home in a few days.

I don't have time to get involved in anything major.

Okay.

Maybe you should just go ahead and charge Daniele.

Come to headquarters.

Go through the evidence with me before you make up your mind.

-Lara... -Please, Joe.

Hang on, sorry.

How long?

I have already told you, Professor Camoleti's

on his way back from the conference.

-Then you cut it open. -I'm only his associate.

There's human remains in there.

I very much doubt that.

A hand dropped out of its mouth.

Well, it doesn't mean that it's been bitten off.

Blue sharks do not prey on humans.

There have only been four recorded fatalities

in last 500 years.

That's four more than zero.

She's an adult pregnant female.

She's a mother. She's not a man-eater.

Now, excuse me, I need to get back to work.

Curti: You met two of our targets.

Yeah, in my wife's family's restaurant.

Mm-hmm. This is Fabio Pigozzi.

He served time for GBH and attempted murder,

and he's currently employed by the Di Biasi clan

as a high-level enforcer.

This other guy here - Bernardo Renzi.

A key lieutenant of Rocco Di Biasi.

He poses as an executive at a canning business

owned by the family.

Our colleagues in narcotics are convinced

they are using the factory distribution network

to traffic illegal prescription drugs.

What's this got to do with Daniele?

The Di Biasi clan is shifting products via a network

of street couriers -

run by Pigozzi, overseen by Renzi.

So, we can use the boy to put those two behind bars

and disrupt the operation, mm?

Speak to your daughter, Detective.

Explain how his sacrifice would be serving a greater good.

Yeah?

Speak to your father-in-law.

-What's this got to do with him? -You know perfectly well, Joe.

If I only had myself to worry about, I wouldn't hesitate.

He'll be weakened. Behind bars, even.

I would never forgive myself if something would happen to Elena.

And I would never forgive myself

if that stopped you doing the right thing.

I'm not scared of Rocco Di Biasi.

I'm scared of seeing the man I love

eaten away to nothing by worry.

What do you need me to do?

If the sting's a success,

they'll go after Di Biasi in a bigger way.

That's when your testimony will be needed.

Then why are you telling me now?

I'll feel better if you know at least something

of what's involved.

I'll support whatever you decide.

Can't be any worse than now.

Are you going to tell Angelica?

Of course.

-At the right moment. -No time like the present, Joe.

She's pretty angry with me.

I thought I might wait a bit, let her cool down.

Then cook her that meal.

You know? Talk it all through.

All right, but don't leave it too long.

She has a right to know.

Luca, wait.

I'm sorry. I overreacted.

No, Joe. I'm the one who's sorry.

You've no need to be.

But I owe you. So much.

Luca, mate, seriously. It's okay.

Listen, I want to make it up to you.

I have connections.

I know people... who know things.

About what?

The people who were in the boat.

You know about the shark?

Everybody's talking about it.

-Do you know whose hand it is? -Not yet.

-But I can ask around. -Thank you.

Don't stay too late, Inspector.

I'm right behind you, boss.

It's 6:00 in the morning, you madwoman.

Okay, so look at where it's been separated.

You can see the lines are clean.

If you say so.

It's clearer in the photos.

If it had been bitten off,

I would expect the lacerations to be somewhat irregular.

See?

But the photos show it is a clean cut.

The hand was cut off?

And from a corpse, not a living being.

How can you tell?

A live body has a different vital response

than a dead body,

so coagulation, inflammation, enzymatic release.

We've sent a DNA sample to the lab.

We'll check it against our database.

Although the evidence points to the victim being

from North Africa.

What makes you say that?

It's written in the Libyco alphabet.

It's the ancient Berber word for "king."

Who are you mailing?

My contact at Interpol.

Are you sending him the DNA profile?

He's a she. Jolanta's an expert in gangs.

I think it might be a symbol of affiliation.

Inspector, it's decision time.

I thought we had another day.

We need to either charge him or let him go today,

because of his age.

You haven't spoken to your daughter?

I was planning on doing it tonight.

Please call her now.

I-I need to do it in person.

Joe...

Okay, let's just go ahead,

and I'll find a way to square it with Angelica.

Lara: You see? It looks like a button.

The Wi-Fi transmitter and battery unit

are built into this key fob.

You have to keep it in your pocket.

The mic is voice activated.

-My buttons are different. -We'll replace those.

What happens if I say no?

You're looking at three to five.

With all the other sex offenders.

And if I agree?

We'll drop the most serious charges.

Possession with intent to supply.

Maliciously administering a substance

with intent to engage on non-consensual sexual activity.

Lara: A first offence.

And with consideration given to your cooperation,

any prison sentence is likely to be dropped.

What do I say to him?

Lara: What we rehearsed.

Call Fabio.

Ask him to set up a meeting with Renzi.

And if he refuses?

Claim you have info that Renzi needs to hear in person.

Lara: Tell him you think the police

have an informer in his network,

that we seem to know a lot about his operations.

You get him to talk specifics, name names.

Anything that gives us grounds to make an arrest.

And you'll be watching him?

Oh, yeah.

And you too.

He's approaching.

Joe: Here he comes.

-Man #1: Shall we sit here? -Man #2: Yeah.

Man #1: All right.

Lara: Fuck!

Joe: What's wrong?

Lara?

Have they got a line of sight inside?

Conte? Do you have eyes on him?

Conte: Negative.

He's gone.

Lara: Fuck!

-Joe: Well? -He got away.

Fuck sake! I should never have gone along with this.

-We'll find him. -You better.

Lara: Joe!

Fuck.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Looking for you.

Couldn't wait till I got back?

The island is like the Vatican.

There are eyes and ears everywhere.

You have something to tell me?

Yeah, but not here. It's too public.

I can't miss this ferry, Luca.

Five minutes, Joe. I promise.

Fuck!

Shit!

No!

It's my mess, I clean it up.

Okay.

Joe: What's wrong with the restaurant?

Luca: They may have it under surveillance.

Joe: Why would they be watching you?

Because they know I know things.

And now they know you're police.

Maybe this isn't such a great idea.

I told you, Joe...

I want to help.

Okay. What have you got?

Those guys who abandoned the boat,

they won't make that mistake again.

-How do you mean? -They are shark bait now.

They messed up?

And cost Rocco Di Biasi a fortune.

They were taking the shark to him?

They were hired to meet a boat at sea,

take on board its cargo,

and deliver it to a warehouse in the harbour.

They were supposed to land the catch

without arousing suspicion.

Only they panicked and ran.

Then the question is, why? Why did they run?

Why is this shark so precious to di Biasi?

Have you cut it open?

Not yet. But it might be time to.

Thanks, Luca.

Jolanta.

You got a name for me?

Lara: You came back.

-To show you this. -Listen, Joe...

I'm not here for an apology, or excuses.

I just want to get a result.

Good. So do I.

That's Omari Hassan. He's a Libyan national.

This is our guy who lost his hand?

My contact at Interpol says it's a definite match.

Anything else?

He served four years in a Greek jail for human trafficking,

deported to Tripoli to serve the rest of a 15-year sentence.

Released early?

He's come to a sticky end it seems.

He has links to an organised crime network,

the Kings of the Maghreb.

Sounds like a rock band.

Do you want me to list their greatest hits?

Human trafficking, arms smuggling,

and lucrative side hustles in synthetic opioids

and unregistered gold.

-Gold? -Yeah, there are mines all over North Africa.

They use the profits to fund the smuggling routes.

So the 24-carat question...

Do I have any idea what his hand was doing

inside a nine-foot blue shark?

Well, do you?

Yeah, I've been working on that.

Has he called yet?

Mm. He's cutting it a bit fine.

He always does.

Elena: Aw.

Have you decided what you'll say?

I think I'm gonna play it by ear.

Well, I'm in the restaurant, if you need me.

Okay. Thanks, Gran.

Yeah.

Whatever you decide is okay.

Curti: And what's this?

Joe: It's a list of tattoos and symbols

showing gang affiliation.

Sent by Joe's contact at Interpol.

She's an expert in this stuff.

So this guy, our victim...

-Omari Hassan. -Right.

...is with the Kings of the Maghreb?

Well, he was until a fatal parting of the ways.

Look. See?

And this shipment your contact says they fell out over,

the Di Biasis were the intended recipients?

That's the chatter the police in Malta

picked up on their wiretap.

Okay, let me get this straight.

The Kings of the Maghreb sent a boatload of drugs

to the Di Biasi clan.

A synthetic opioid - tramadol.

Maltese coastguard intercepts.

Tipped off by Omari Hassan.

The shipment later goes missing.

It's believed to have been sold on via Gibraltar

to a syndicate in Spain, correct?

The Kings of Maghreb find out about Omari's double-dealing.

And then, naturally, killed him

and sent the severed hand to the Di Biasis

to let them know it's been dealt with.

Yeah.

Okay, now,

how does this help us to clean up this mess

and trap Bernardo Renzi?

First you asked me to cut it open, and now don't?

It needs to stay exactly as we found it.

Do I have your word?

You mentioned she was pregnant.

Well, we need a scan to confirm it.

But look at her belly.

She is quite round.

No?

A mature female weighs around 90 kilos,

but this specimen weighs more than 120 kilos.

It is the most likely explanation.

Or she swallowed something.

Something very heavy.

Stand down. You can go.

S�, signora.

Let's pray they take the bait.

Just hope I'm right about this.

There's nothing more we can do now, so...

Go home. Rest up. Eat some dinner.

Shit.

Shit!

Ah...

Hi, it's Angelica.

Sorry I can't come to the phone right now,

but I'll call you back when I pick it up.

Bye.

Shit. Shit!

You didn't even call.

I was ringing and texting you nonstop.

I turned my phone off at 8:00.

Sweetheart, I - I'm so sorry.

I don't want to hear it.

I should be thanking you, really,

for helping me make up my mind.

I want to stay, Dad.

All right, well, we'll look at changing the flights.

I don't just mean for a week or two.

No. No, that's - that's not happening.

I'm 17. You can't stop me.

Your grandparents might have something to say about that.

Actually, it was Gran's idea.

She's helping me apply to do a business course.

You can do that in London.

But the support I need -

I mean, the family I'm looking for, it's here,

not there!

I-I can't believe you would say that.

Why? It's true.

After everything that's happened.

To us, Dad! Not just to you.

I need you, but you're never here.

I'm here now.

But you're still fucking absent.

Angelica.

Is that you?

Yeah.

With my mum.

I've never seen it before.

You don't really talk about her.

Joe: She wasn't really part of my life.

Is that because she died?

Because she abandoned me.

She was a normal kid. Apparently.

And then her dad lost his job in the car factory

and the family fell apart.

She dropped out.

Got into drugs.

All the shit that goes with that.

She was pregnant with me at 19.

In and out of prison after that.

The last time Nellie -

that's my nan - saw her...

...was my fourth birthday.

She came by with a jigsaw...

...and that was that.

She turned up in a mortuary in Bradford six years later.

Why didn't you ever tell me any of this?

I didn't want you to think I - I was damaged.

Or to worry that I might pass that damage on to you.

But Mum knew, right?

What do you think?

I mean, don't get me wrong,

I'd built up my defences,

shuttling between care and foster homes

after my nan died.

All the banter and brutality coming through the police ranks.

I was pretty hardened by the time I met your mum.

Detached.

Unemotional.

She just bulldozed right through all that.

Mum didn't do unemotional.

She brought...

so much joy back into my life.

So much love.

So much hope when we had you.

And then I lost her.

We lost her.

And you shut down again.

It's the only way I could cope.

And coming here, it's been agony.

Constantly being reminded of her.

Almost sensing a - a trace of her.

Everywhere I turn, everywhere I look.

I'm sorry, Dad.

It was a dumb idea to come.

No. No.

I've started to feel...

I don't know, sort of...

Better about things?

Yeah.

Maybe it's all the good memories.

All the love and happiness she felt here.

Or maybe it was just the food.

I know I've been really shit.

But I'm gonna do better.

-Promise you. -Okay.

Okay. I love you, Dad.

-Enough? -No, keep going. Keep zesting.

This was a genius idea.

How's that filling coming?

I think you should give it a taste.

Mm. Needs more chocolate.

-More chocolate? -Yeah.

What? I've already put so much in.

More chocolate.

Mm, keep going.

God, I love the food here.

Just wish I'd let myself enjoy it a bit more.

It's been a while since I've seen you looking this happy.

You too, sweetheart.

Okay, ready to fill 'em up?

You should stay.

Get to know your mum's roots and her family.

Figure out what you want to do.

Who you want to be.

What about you?

What will you do?

I'll figure something out.

Okay.

Thanks, Dad.

-Taste. -Taste.

-Oh. -Mm!

Oh, my God.

Angelica: Mmm! Mmm.

-They're amazing. -Mm-hmm.

Joe.

You cooked for her, then?

Just dessert.

I got back late.

Better than nothing at all.

You're helping her apply for a business course, I gather?

Is that what she told you?

Amongst other things.

We both got a lot off our chests.

Are you angry with me?

I know you want what's best for her.

Only ever that.

And you're right.

She needs more than I can give her on my own.

There's always a place for you here, Joe.

Oh!

The quicker we open it,

the quicker we can burn the damn thing.

Come on.

Bernard! Come here!

Have a look. What the hell is that?

Get out!

I'm curious. How did you know it was in there?

Educated guess based on the shark's excess weight.

And the intel provided by my contact.

And how did you get a GPS tracker inside it

without opening it up?

I used a litter picker to force it down the gullet.

Trusted luck.

Didn't take a genius to work out

why the golden hand had been sent.

Or why Di Biasi would be desperate to recover it.

Yeah.

I mean, it's a shame it's not drugs, right?

With this much unlicensed gold, they're looking at eight years.

Di Biasi loses a top lieutenant and a key enforcer.

And the best part of five million euros.

Well, now we need the boss himself in jail. Mm?

And that's why I'm suggesting a transfer.

Bring Joe to Naples for a year as a specialist advisor.

-How's that? -Is that even possible?

I believe it could be, yeah.

You've looked into it?

No, I didn't, but Inspector Sarrancino has.

You know, she seems to think you are the living embodiment

of Salvo Montalbano and Magnum P.I.

I did not say that.

Lara: Did I do the wrong thing?

No. No, it's just...

It's just you're not sure about the transfer?

I don't know if I'm ready to move on yet.

You know, leave stuff behind.

Angelica won't be happy I'm not biting your hand off.

She wants to stay?

She is staying. Making plans.

And how do you feel about that?

Happy. For her.

She knows what she wants.

I think she'll find it here.

You might too.

Maybe. There's a lot to think about.

Either way, this isn't goodbye.

I think you mean ciao.

Oh, come here.

Sarrancino.

That's great news. Grazie.

We got Daniele.

Took him off a train to Bari about half an hour ago.

He'll face the original charges?

Before a judge, tomorrow morning.

Well...bye, Joe.

Ciao.

Joe!

Joe!

You miss me already?

I, uh...

I forgot to give back Sofia's file.

Could've couriered it, surely.

Not really.

Look at this.

It's a playing card.

It was found in the street near where Sofia was killed.

-I don't understand. -It's a Mafia symbol.

The Sacred Heart.

It's the Camorra, Joe.

Angelica.

Angelica: Dad, you need to get here quickly.

-The restaurant's on fire. -Slow down.

The restaurant's on fire. The kitchen.

You need to get here now.

I'll be right there.

I've got to go.

-Angelica! Angelica! -Dad! Dad!

Someone's firebombed the restaurant.

-Where's Elena and Gennaro? -I think they're still inside.

They're trying to put the fire out.

Take that. Go, go. Get out.

Elena?!

Elena! You okay?

-Is anyone still inside? -Luca, Luca. Luca.

Get them out. Get them out. Go.

Luca?!

Luca.

Luca:

-Lara: Joe! -Lara, he's in here!

He's trapped. Lift that.

Lara: Come on.

My fault, Joe. Wrong people. Wrong questions.

Let's get you out of here.

-Man: Quick! This way! -Joe: Over here!

Man: Come with me. It's okay.

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