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We think we could be the first people to track her down in years.

There's someone in there.

The question is... is it Glenda Goodrich?

Only one way to find out.

Emily has cracked the code.

It's the date Glenda received her only nomination for Best Actress.

HIGH-PITCHED BEEP What's the worst that could happen?

WHISPERS: OK. Let's go.

RATTLES DOOR HANDLE

DOG BARKS, EMILY GASPS

Frankie! Frankie! DOG CONTINUES BARKING

WHIMPERS, SCREAMS

MUSIC: 'La Wally, Act I: Ebben? Ne Andro Lontana

GASPS

SHOUTS: Frankie!

Glenda?

MUSIC BUILDS

Glenda?

MUSIC FADES

Oh, my God.

LIVELY MUSIC

MUSIC FADES

What do you call this again?

Soffritto. Soffritto.

Mm-hm. Ciao. Ciao.

Ciao. Ciao. We're having a lesson.

Oh.

And, now, do you know where your big black book is?

Is this it? Yes.

He keeps all his recipes in there, broken down by their ingredients.

So we can decide a pricing strategy.

What margin are you looking for?

Oh, we'd be happy with any profit at all, wouldn't we?

Hm. Keep stirring.

You work it all out by hand?

Huh! He doesn't trust computers.

I thought the money would be your job, Nonna.

Yeah, well, your nonno decided to take it over.

ANGELICA CHUCKLES Eh...

Add the meat back in now.

Mm-hm. What are you guys making?

Slow-cooked ragu.

Mm! With pork belly? Yes.

Mum used to make it with bacon. It was cheaper.

But not so fatty or full of flavour.

Hm.

This looks pretty fancy.

Cook only wine you're happy to drink.

ANGELICA CHUCKLES You have expensive taste, Nonno.

Elena, can, erm... I have a word, please?

Keep stirring. Yes, Chef.

Mm. Smells good.

ANGELICA CHUCKLES

BELL TOLLS, SEAGULLS SQUAWK

I don't want her seeing the accounts, mm?

You don't want anyone to see them.

What am I supposed to do with her?

She can't wait tables any more.

I just don't understand what you think this is going to achieve.

You know perfectly well.

Elena, I told you - you are playing with fire.

Nonsense. I'm only trying to help.

I don't want to miss the ferry.

Ah. Er... You're going to Naples?

Si, to look at a catering college. I'll see you guys later.

Ciao. Ciao!

FOOTSTEPS RECEDE

You've got her visiting schools now?

It's for the boy she likes.

Anyway, wouldn't it be wonderful if she was?

SIGHS

DANIELE: What did you think?

I can't make the decision for you.

I wish you could.

You have to want this for yourself.

Come on.

I guess I could just about afford it if I get a job in the evenings.

Working in a restaurant, maybe.

I mean, my nonno says it's a good career.

You can work anywhere, travel the world.

And yet, he's still here.

He spent 15 years in London.

I'm going to apply.

Oh! I didn't pick up the application form.

I'll come with you. No, stay.

I'll only be a few minutes.

I... I have my own money.

It's not what you think.

HORNS BLARE

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

LID OPENS

SPEAKS NEAPOLITAN

How is that English girl, huh? At it like rabbits.

Ah, we haven't got that far.

Of course. She's playing hard to get.

You have to show her who's in charge. Capisce?

SPEAKS NEAPOLITAN

You added thyme to this?

My nan always put it in beef stew. Hm.

And something else.

Honey? Balsamic vinegar.

Huh. OK.

OK, as in... "It's just OK"?

OK as in it's good enough.

Good enough for what?

Good enough to be served, Joe.

Daria? Si.

We are changing the lunch menu. OK.

MANDOLIN MUSIC

BELL TOLLS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Joe?

You've made it to the menu.

Do you want to taste it?

I can't believe I've made this.

DARIA AND ELENA CHUCKLE

Sofia would be proud of you.

Now, g... Go on, sit.

MUSIC FADES

Never tastes as good on your own, does it?

Daria can sit with you.

Well, I don't want to get her into trouble.

Gennaro can spare her for a bit.

I'll get another bowl. OK.

LARA CLEARS THROAT

Oh, I hope I'm not interrupting.

Er, no, just a chat between cooks.

Er, that... that thing we talked about, Joe.

Yeah, erm...

Sorry, Daria. Oh, er, it's OK.

I'm probably needed in the kitchen. Excuse me.

Sofia's file. I called in a favour.

You're OK with me looking?

Yeah.

Yeah. No, thank you.

One other thing.

There's been an unexplained death.

A Mrs Valerie Pope.

Want to tag along?

You're basically part of the team.

Yeah. Great.

Excuse me.

I've only seen Mrs Pope's face a few times in my life,

and that was years ago.

You can't identify your own employer?

She always wore sunglasses... and a mask.

Any idea why?

She said because of germs, but, Lizzie, Miss Andrews,

said Mrs Pope was ashamed of the surgery she'd had.

And who is this Miss Andrews?

Her assistant. Until they fell out.

And when was that?

Three summers ago, maybe.

Any idea where she is?

She told me she was going home.

And where is home?

I have no idea.

But whenever she spoke English, she spoke with an accent.

So, there was a puncture wound near the navel.

She might have been injected.

Anything else?

LARA SIGHS A bottle of eye drops.

And a glass of water.

They're being tested. Any signs of a struggle?

Blood? Fibres? Nothing that suggests foul play.

GIANNI: Hey, sir. Hey, sir!

Hey, sir. Sir, sir, sir. You shouldn't be here.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. This is a restricted area.

But I work here. In what capacity?

I'm Mrs Pope's assistant.

I'm afraid we have some bad news.

There you go. Thank you.

I've only been gone for three days.

Unlucky timing.

I feel bad I wasn't with her.

It was me she relied on.

Grazie, signor Andre. ID checks out.

So, you've flown in from Bucharest?

That's right. My family's there.

But you live here with Mrs Pope?

It's a perk of the job.

And how was her health?

Fine.

She was agoraphobic, but otherwise...

Could you formally identify her for us?

Of course. I'll do anything to help.

It's her.

Are you sure?

I've worked for her for three years.

Does she have any relatives? Friends?

I told you - she was a recluse.

And what about her former assistant, Miss Andrews?

Could she back up your ID?

You don't believe me? We're just being thorough, sir.

We're told she always wore a mask and sunglasses.

We couldn't find any photo ID.

Mrs Pope kept her papers in the safe.

Can you help us gain access to them?

UNLOCKING MECHANISM WHIRRS

It's definitely our woman.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS Thank you.

That's a great help.

The Last Will and Testament.

Do we need a warrant?

You might. I don't.

It all goes to animal charities.

Except 10%, or two million euros, whichever is greater,

bequeathed to a Dr Mario Mitrea.

Do you know who that is?

Mrs Pope's plastic surgeon.

WAVES CRASH, SEAGULLS SQUAWK

Yeah, just like that.

Great. Oh.

What are you doing? Stop that.

It's for our video blog - Didn't You Use To Be Famous?

It's the name we post under on TikTok.

Is that why you were at the villa? Yeah. Glenda Goodrich.

Guys, the movie star?

Er, ex-movie star. Now ex-person.

You mean the deceased?

We've spent, like, literally the last six weeks tracking her down.

Thanks to a tip-off from a follower. LARA MOCK LAUGHS

Unfortunately, your tip-off was incorrect.

Like most things you'll find online.

The deceased has been identified as a Mrs Valerie Pope.

Not Glenda Goodrich.

'They're only interested in clickbait.'

Agreed, but I'd feel happier if we had someone else to confirm the ID.

We should keep looking.

Fancy a drink?

Oh, not tonight, I'm too tired.

Tomorrow maybe? I'm meeting someone.

Hot date? A colleague.

From narcotics. He says he has intel.

On a friend of yours.

Come with me.

Tell Conte why you're interested in Rocco Di Biasi.

I need to speak to my source first.

Not now, Joe. Then when?

I don't know. Maybe later, just not now.

You could get him off your back. Can you guarantee that?

Of course not. Eh.

But I trust Lara.

I'm not ready for this, Joe.

Not ready for what? Erm...

Gennaro says I'm not ready to cook a meal for myself.

You just did.

No, but I held his hand the whole way.

He did. Well, then, he's going to go hungry.

We're visiting friends tomorrow, and the restaurant is closed.

Well, it's OK. I'll get a takeaway.

Not in this house, you won't.

Maybe Daria could help.

Help with what?

Joe needs someone to cook with him, tomorrow night.

Look, honestly, it's... it's not necessary.

I'm not doing anything.

That's agreed, then.

Perfetto. Grazie.

Good night. Good night, my darling.

Elena, can I ask you something?

Of course. Anything.

What's the idea with Joe and me?

I don't know what you mean. DARIA SIGHS

I think you do.

You don't like him?

DARIA SIGHS He belongs to Sofia.

Not forever, he won't.

ELENA SIGHS

It's when I saw you with him...

...when you were going for that dinner...

...looking so handsome together.

It made me think.

That wasn't why I went. I know.

But Gennaro's right.

One day his heart will mend.

I'd rather it was someone we care for.

Elena, I don't know what to say.

How about, "Mind your own business"?

No.

♪ Non dirmi addio

♪ Non lasciarmi cosi

♪ Priviamoci ancora

♪ Voglio stare con te. ♪

So, this is Glenda in 1986.

And that is ten years later.

That's not the same woman. It is.

It was taken a year after her divorce,

at the premiere of her "comeback" movie.

But the critics panned it, said her face didn't move,

speculated that she'd had a face-lift.

Is that Valerie Pope?

That is the last-known photo of Glenda Goodrich.

They could be twins.

It was taken eight years ago at a film festival.

And that guy there, that's Glenda's ex-husband, Walt Ellwood.

Maybe he can help us tell them apart.

Boss? The dead woman.

Something is online. Ma merda.

What is it?

You should be thanking us, not threatening us with arrest.

Don't push your luck.

It's this guy who gets the credit... drawlet.law56.

Valerie Pope is Glenda Goodrich's birth name.

Do you know who that is?

No clue.

We do have 136,000 followers online.

Fine, all right. You can go.

But first, hand in your phones.

Just until the investigation's over.

What will we do without them?

Sightsee? Read a book.

So, if Valerie is Glenda, and Glenda is Valerie...

who does that make you?

Exactly who I said I am.

Except...

...I'm not her assistant.

I'm her son.

There's... no mention of you on her Wiki.

She never publicly acknowledged me.

My father took me back to his native Romania.

Brought me up on his own.

And you were estranged from her?

For years.

Until she came back to Romania.

She came looking for you?

She was visiting a plastic surgeon.

You have reason to hate her. I made peace with my past.

Will you come to the station, take a DNA test?

Sure.

Why not? Shall we?

Do you know that guy?

My mother's surgeon.

The one named in the will?

Dr Mitrea. Yes.

Any idea what he's doing here?

Sucking what's left of her dry.

Boss? The results of the autopsy.

Thanks.

'Your mother's heart stopped beating.'

With no explanation?

Low blood flow to the organs.

And that's it?

The pathologist mentions evidence of numerous cosmetic surgeries.

Repeated exposure to anaesthetic.

Might have caused cardiovascular damage.

What about toxicology?

We're still testing.

Right now, we only have preliminary forensics from the scene.

OK, and what did they detect?

Basically nothing.

A used syringe was found next to her body,

but it just contained a tanning agent.

Melanotan.

And a bottle of eye drops. Eye drops?

They can be very dangerous if ingested,

but there was no trace of chemicals in the glass of water at the scene.

May I?

BELL TOLLS

Here's to Valerie.

May she rest in peace.

So, you knew her as that?

Not as Glenda? She was Valerie to her friends.

According to her assistant, she had none.

Did you know he claims to be her son?

Stefan said that?

She didn't mention it?

Perhaps you're not such good friends after all.

We were very close.

Close enough to be named in her will.

That's news to me.

Stefan doesn't like you very much.

Maybe he objects to what you did to his mother's face.

The mutilation of her looks...

that was long before I knew her.

Her first surgery, in the '90s...

...it was disaster.

Nerve damage. If what I read is true.

She sued, received settlement,

retired, disappeared from view.

Then turned up at your clinic?

I was recommended by her assistant.

Lizzie Andrews?

I don't recall.

When Valerie came to Bucharest, she was desperate.

I operated on her to soften the scar tissue.

Got rid of what I could.

All that surgery...

the anaesthetic...

...it made her heart fail.

She knew the risks.

She said they were worth it.

For the way I made her feel.

LARA SCOFFS Then why did she hide away?

People are cruel, Inspector.

Especially about women.

And their looks.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

So sorry to bother you, Dr Mitrea.

I'm afraid it seems like someone's broken into your room.

If you'll excuse me.

Anything missing?

It appears not.

Have they taken any drugs or medicines?

Well...

It's hard to say.

Nothing that I can see.

He visited her on the day she died to give her the tanning agent.

And the will proves he's got a motive.

But the postmortem gives no indication of foul play.

PHONE CHIMES Need to wait for the report.

Mm-hm.

Hang on. Oh, Curti wants to discuss PR strategy.

Ouch. And I have that drink with my colleague.

Maybe I could go in your place?

That's a great idea. Curti loves you.

I meant the other guy - Conte. I'll text to say you're on the way.

Where is Inspector Sarrancino?

She asked me to come in her place.

If the press finds out I'm paying an English cop

to solve Italian crimes...

I'm happy to step back if you want. No, no, no, no, no. Stay.

Here's the tox report.

I want to confirm death from natural causes as soon as possible.

Seems like we might be rushing it a bit.

No, if we don't close this down quickly,

it's gonna be a media frenzy.

Are you reading or are you helping?

Sorry. What can I do?

Add those into the pan and give it a stir.

And what are we making?

We are making gnocchetti.

Half pasta, half gnocchi.

'Do you want to try?'

Yeah.

Here.

Really go in with the palm of your hands.

Sorry.

Sofia and I, we made gnocchetti.

Oh, Joe. Do you want to stop?

No. No.

It's a good memory.

I have to learn not to push those away.

Mm. She taught you well.

MUSIC: 'Easy To Love' by Sam

♪ So easy to love you, baby... ♪

Come on.

♪ You're easy to love... ♪

DISTANT LAUGHTER

♪ You're easy to love... ♪

Daniele, hey!

Ay-ay-ay. Good to see you. Hi.

Guys, this is Angelica. Hi.

Hi! Hey. Are you over here?

Cheers.

♪ I'm feeling your love... ♪

Good to see you, bro.

♪ Oh, oh, oohhh

♪ Ooohhh

♪ Ohhh, oohh

♪ I'm feeling your love. ♪

If you weren't here, I'd lick it.

Don't mind me. Enjoy.

When you said you were making a ragu, my heart sank a little.

But... this one is different, no?

Totally.

And it's just as delicious.

Good.

You finished?

Let me help you. No, you cooked, I'll wash up.

We could do it together.

Honestly, er, I work better on my own anyway.

PLATES CLINK

Maybe I should go.

Er, there's a gelato in the freezer.

That's nice of you to suggest, but...

Your... Your sister's expecting you back.

No, I... I don't really eat dessert.

HE CHUCKLES Ah.

A-Angelica downloaded a film to my laptop.

It's got Glenda Goodrich in it.

OK.

MUSIC: 'How Real This Is' by Indigo Kxd & Kat Penkin

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Ciao, Daniele.

♪ I need to feel it

♪ In more than just your kiss

♪ So I can figure out

♪ I can figure out Just how real it is

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh

I can figure out Just how real this is. ♪

AUDIO FROM TELEVISION

PHONE BUZZES

AUDIO FROM FILM FADES OUT

♪ Whoa, oh-oh, oh... ♪

I'm done.

Whoa.

Are you all right?

♪ Ohhh

♪ Oh

♪ I'm feeling the light. ♪

♪ Oh

♪ Whoa, oh-oh, oh, oh... ♪

MUSIC FADES

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy.

Angelica.

Let me help you.

ANGELICA GROANS

DOORBELL BUZZES

Who the bloody hell's that?

FOOTSTEPS RECEDE

Joe, I'm sorry, you need to see these.

I'm sorry. I didn't know you had company.

Oh, it's not, erm...

Angelica's boyfriend, he's dealing.

When were these taken?

Yesterday morning. Ten minutes apart.

She's with him now.

Is Angelica in trouble?

She may be providing cover for him.

VOICEMAIL: 'I'm sorry...'

Her phone's switched off. Do you know where she is?

She mentioned something about a party.

Some abandoned beach club.

I know where it is. I can you. Yeah?

Come on, let's go.

GIRL CHEERS

Is she all right? Too much to drink.

I'll take her home.

Here.

It's all right, I'm here.

We need to cool you down.

JOE: Angelica?

Angelica!

Have you seen an English girl? Sorry, no.

Anyone seen an English girl?

SPEAKING ITALIAN

Have you seen an English girl? Dark hair.

No. No?

Angelica! Huh?

Sorry. Sorry. Scusi.

Angelica?

SPEAKING ITALIAN

Angelica?

Angelica! A couple back there. They saw her.

Where? They went back that way.

DANIELE GROANS, JOE GRUNTS

Joe! Joe!

Stop! Stop!

Stop! You're going to kill him. Get out!

DANIELE COUGHS

DANIELE GROANS

Angelica. Angelica?

Dad? I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here.

Hey, Joe, is she OK? Think her drink's been spiked.

She drank too much. You're a lying bastard!

Joe. Just let it go. It's not worth it.

Come on.

INDISTINCT AUDIO FROM POLICE RADIO

CAR DOOR OPENS

DARIA: Do you want me to stay with her?

Erm... I think it's...

It's best if I do it. Yes, of course.

But, erm...

Thank you.

For everything.

You're welcome. Good night.

Daria? Yes?

Er...

About earlier.

It's not...

HE EXHALES It's not you.

I know, Joe. It's OK.

Buona notte.

BELL TOLLS, SEAGULLS SQUAWK

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

She should eat something.

She won't manage all that.

That is for you. This is for her.

Angelica.

Fancy some toast, sweetheart?

What's that? This is ragu alla Campidanese.

With pork sausage and fennel.

Want to try some? It's really good.

A ragu is a sauce with meat in it.

The name is changed to tell you how it is made or where it comes from.

Oh... so, where is she now? In her room. Let her rest.

Wish I'd have followed my instincts.

You couldn't have known. I should have paid attention.

Oh...

The boy was her choice to make.

She's a child, Elena.

Yes, you're right, but you can't blame yourself, Joe.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH Oh.

Thank you for being there, Daria.

I'm just so glad that I was.

Joe, I'm sorry, your phone was ringing so I answered it.

Erm, some guy from LA, something about his ex-wife.

Thank you.

Joe, you should go.

Wh...? No, I'm not leaving Angelica.

Now's not the time to smother her.

All right, then. I won't be long.

'A birth mark?'

Whereabouts exactly?

How did you guess it was him?

His username...

...is Walt Ellwood written backwards.

So, it was the ex-husband who revealed Glenda's identity?

And told us how to check it's really her.

Nothing.

This isn't Glenda or Valerie.

Then who the hell is it?

And what happened to Glenda?

Well, it explains why she wore the mask.

She was worried someone would realise

she was not who she claimed to be.

But we hadn't come across anyone who knew Glenda,

or what she should look like.

Except Stefan and Mitrea.

The results of the DNA test, boss. Ting, ting, ting, ting!

It's a match.

Stefan and our mystery woman are mother and son.

Romanian origin. 100%.

Both of them?

He did say his father was from Bucharest.

And now it seems his mother, our dead woman, she is too.

The gardener said she spoke with an accent.

Who did? Lizzie Andrews.

Glenda's former assistant?

It's been staring at us in the face.

It's like a ragu.

You change the name to explain where it comes from.

So, she's our dead woman.

GRUNTING Admit it.

Hey! You've poisoned her. Huh?

That's why you're here. MITREA: Stefan, please.

This was all your plan. Put it down!

Stefan, we know who your mother is.

He killed her. Her heart gave out.

He was there the day she died!

Yeah, he was, but her death isn't suspicious.

It was atropine. In the eye drops! Again!

It weren't those kind of drops. I promise you.

Your mother died of natural causes.

I swear.

Put it down.

You broke into Dr Mitrea's hotel room.

What were you looking for?

Evidence that he poisoned your mother?

You'd seen the will.

You knew he had a motive to want her dead.

You worked out he was at the villa, on the day she died.

Couldn't come to us.

You risked incriminating yourself.

Dr Mitrea is cooperating with us.

He claims you and your mother killed Glenda.

No, but it's a lie.

He says Elisabetta gave her

a massive dose of atropine that you supplied.

It was him! Mitrea killed Glenda.

He's the doctor. It was in a Botox injection.

Shall we? Yes, boss.

How did he know about the atropine?

Stefan knew it had been used to poison and kill Glenda.

When he'd heard we'd found a bottle of drops next to his mum's body,

he became fixated on the idea that Mitrea had done the same to her.

And went looking for the proof in Mitrea's hotel room.

If we find the body of Glenda, will there still be traces?

Hard to say.

It's difficult to detect, postmortem.

It could be why they decided to kill Glenda that way.

"They"? Are you sure about that?

Stefan claims Elisabetta and Mitrea were lovers.

They bled her dry through the plastic surgery, then...

went a step further and killed her.

He says the murder was Elisabetta's idea,

but Mitrea injected Glenda.

What does Mitrea say? He hasn't breathed a word.

OK. And where are we on motive?

Elisabetta spent 30 years in Glenda's shadow,

growing to hate and resent her.

We'll need a bit more than that.

Glenda had $10 million for her settlement.

It's mostly been moved to Romanian bank accounts.

One was in Stefan's name.

His mother was buying his silence.

I see.

So, what made them think

they could get away with impersonating her?

Glenda was so isolated.

There was no-one left to tell the difference.

After a few tweaks and tucks to Elisabetta's face from Mitrea,

you'd struggle to tell them apart.

The US Embassy couldn't.

They renewed her passport, but with a photograph of Elisabetta in it.

If they'd all done so well out of killing Glenda, hm,

why did Stefan suspect Mitrea of murdering Elisabetta?

Well, Elisabetta told Stefan

that Mitrea had squandered his share of the money.

Stefan assumed Mitrea had killed her to get his hands

on the last bit of it that she had left him in her will.

It was all paranoia on his part... but it helped us crack the case.

Commissioner?

Yeah.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

The result of the blood test is back.

It proves Angelica was drugged.

Little bastard.

Prosecutor is happy to charge him.

If that's what you want.

Why the hell would you ask me that?

You've seen him, he's on the edge.

Good, he should be. I-I know.

But is that the smart thing to do, Joe?

Lara, what the fuck are you talking about?

I have to ask, Joe.

My daughter, he was about... I know what he was about to do.

But if we offer him a deal, maybe he can help us nail the others.

These bastards.

Maybe even Rocco Di Biasi himself.

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