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First Officer: Fishing boats?

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?

- Angelica!
- 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.

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.

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.

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.

A first offence.

And with consideration given
to your cooperation,

any prison sentence
is likely to be dropped.

What do I say to him?

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.

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.

Here he comes.

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

Man #1: All right.

Fuck!

What's wrong?

Lara?

Have they got
a line of sight inside?

Conte?
Do you have eyes on him?

Negative.

He's gone.

Fuck!

- Well?
- He got away.

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

- We'll find him.
- You better.

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.

What's wrong
with the restaurant?

They may have it
under surveillance.

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?

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.

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.

And what's this?

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.

Sì, 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

He's trapped.
Lift that.

Come on.

My fault, Joe.
Wrong people. Wrong questions.

Let's get you out of here.

- Quick! This way!
- Over here!

Come with me.
It's okay.