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Thank you, Isabelle, for a fantastic trip.

I had no idea there were 53 different museums in Florence.

72, actually, but we'll save the rest for another time. When my blisters have

healed.

Oh, don't forget your cantucci.

Giovanni's coming over later, isn't he?

Ah.

A love token from Florence.

Things must be getting serious.

They're just biscuits, Isabel.

Are they, though?

Really?

I thought I left a shirt here, but I can't find it.

You look great as you are.

What was your favorite thing in Firenze?

Well, don't tell Isabel, but... I think it was the rose garden.

Oh, the one below Viazzale Michelangelo? That's right.

Oh, yeah.

You remember?

You gave me the address of the bakery twice.

So, what have you been up to?

Apart from missing you.

We have a big new case.

A murder yesterday in Perugia.

At the gelateria, if you can believe that.

Who was killed?

The owner.

A young woman, Raffaella Tasso.

Oh, God.

You know it?

I've been there a few times.

Sorry, your glass is empty.

I'm going to be busy this week, but I should be able to take a few hours off

over the weekend, so... Okay.

It'll take me a few days to recover from Florence.

Oh.

Leave all this.

I can do it in the morning, okay?

Actually, would you mind not staying tonight?

I really am exhausted.

Sleep well.

Speak tomorrow.

Adieu.

Hello?

Ciao Silvia.

Capitano said to expect you.

You can take a look around if you want, but then you have to talk to us.

Okay. At the station.

Seriously?

You knew the victim, didn't you?

That's Raffaele Tasso.

Actually, we don't think that was her name.

My God.

Who did this?

We don't know yet, but there were at least two of them.

And there were lots of $50 bills on the floor behind the counter.

You don't think it's strange that a little gelateria accept payment in

dollars?

I suppose so.

Grazie.

How much did you know about Raffaella Tasso's personal life?

Almost nothing.

I didn't even know where she lived.

Come with me.

Here we are.

Looks like she lives alone.

It feels more like a holiday rental than a home.

Except for this.

Do you recognize it?

It's the Imperial Palace at Massawa in Eritrea.

The painting looks like an original.

It's the only piece of decoration in the apartment, so it must have been very

important to her.

Yes.

Why didn't you tell me last night that you knew the victim?

I'm sorry.

It was a shock.

The whole city's in shock.

Had everyone from the mayor to the regional governor on the phone. They all

want to know if we caught the killer yet.

Do you have any leads?

So far, only...

How long have you known Raffaella Tasso?

Since I first came to Italy.

And what was the nature of your connection with her?

We know that Signora Tasso sold more than ice cream, Silvia.

We've been in her basement.

We had to blow the door off.

Raffaele was extremely good at finding out things.

Who first told you about her?

Ercole Guerra.

A former intelligence agent.

Now in prison for murder.

Did you ever pay Raffaele Tasso for anything besides information?

Some tracking software.

Legal?

I didn't ask.

Nothing else?

No.

We found guns, blank passports and a large amount of cash.

Different currencies on the premises.

Nothing about Raffaella would surprise me.

You said that Rafaela Tassa wasn't her real name.

Do you have any idea who she actually was?

No.

Our tech people are trying to access her phone and her drives.

But it's going to take time.

I imagine it will.

Do you have any theories about the killing?

I wish I did.

Leave this to us, Sylvia.

You're too emotionally involved.

I wouldn't know where to start.

Normally I'd go straight to Raffaella.

I made an appointment to see the plot of Land by the Lake.

11, next Saturday morning.

Will you come with me?

If I can.

Captain! Hi, Zita.

It's been a while since I last saw you.

Where am I taking you?

It depends on what you want to tell me.

Have you heard of the shooting at the ice cream shop?

Poor woman.

What do you know about her?

She made an exceptional ice cream.

Shut up, come on.

You're always all about everyone.

She was a hacker.

She was a kind of magician with the claws, or how the hell that stuff works.

They could make a lot of money with what she did.

And they could also be hidden.

And who was interested in hiding the money?

Well, it's hard to say.

Hey!

Did you hear that Dino Zanata recently went out of prison?

I heard.

Did he return to his old jobs?

No, now he manages a couple of currency exchanges.

Are you telling me that Raffaella Tasso worked for him?

No, I'm saying exactly the opposite.

But he would have wanted to.

If it had been him, wouldn't he have wanted to?

23 euro, grazie.

Tieni il resto.

Capitano?

Cos'è questo?

Pecorino Umbro. Il migliore. Lo fa mio fratello.

Ho l'impressione che la sua amichetta non la faccia mangiare abbastanza.

It's beautiful.

I've tried using imaging software to identify it, but no luck.

Well, it's probably quite an obscure artist.

It's an unusual technique.

I feel like I've seen it before.

The building is in Eritrea.

Oh, you've been there?

Years ago, after it was damaged in the war.

But I guess the artist could be from anywhere.

Why are you so interested in this painting?

It belonged to a friend.

Belonged?

She's dead now.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

When did you say the building was damaged?

1990. Damn.

I was thinking Amir Sekoube, but he's a bit too young.

And the style's not really that similar.

Abraham Tesfaye.

Who's he?

Eritrean painter and ceramicist, second half of the 20th century.

There was an exhibition of his a few years ago.

I'm sure I bought a catalogue.

Yes!

Definitely. Is Abraham Tesfaye still alive?

I doubt it.

No.

He died in 1988.

Where was the exhibition?

Galleria Daniel Tesfaye.

Via Emilia Rehm.

May I borrow that?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Do you want me to come with you to the gallery?

Thanks, but this is something I have to do alone.

No problem.

Oh, I got one of Dad's mysterious postcards yesterday.

A view of the pyramids.

Yeah, I got one from Japan a few weeks ago.

Probably means he's in Greenland.

Bye. Thanks.

Do you know this painting?

Yes. This is one of my grandfather's paintings.

Do you know its whereabouts?

Why are you asking?

May I show you another picture?

Okay.

You know That's my sister

I'm afraid I've got some bad news

I saw Hanna last month.

We went home to Bologna for our mother's birthday.

God, my parents.

I'll have to tell them that Hanna's dead.

Did you ever visit your sister in Perugia?

Meet any of her friends?

Whenever I tried, she'd find an excuse.

Hannah said she was working on a doctorate.

What was she really doing?

Running a gelateria.

A very good one.

None of this makes sense. Hannah was smart.

Yes. I mean, she was really smart.

She studied computer science at university.

Graduated with the highest score ever recorded.

Who are you?

And why are you here?

Shouldn't the Carabinieri be telling me all this?

I'm a friend.

Hanna was living under a different name.

The Carabinieri don't know her real identity yet.

But she told you.

No.

I worked it out.

I'll have to tell them, of course.

But there are some things that you should probably know before they talk to

you.

Raffaella Tasso's real name was Hannah Tespe.

How did you find out?

The painting in her apartment.

The artist was her grandfather.

I see.

Her brother runs a gallery in Rome. The parents are teachers in Bologna.

Have you spoken to them?

Only to the brother.

I had to tell him Raffaella was dead.

You should have left that to us, Silvia.

Oh, I couldn't.

I'll text you the details.

Thank you.

Do you want to come over later?

I don't think I'll be able to get away.

Okay.

Anna Tesfai.

Excellent, Captain.

How's it going?

I think I found something.

But I thought there was no video of the closed circuit cameras.

No, of the ice cream shop.

But I found one on Via Enrica, which offers a pretty good view of the Via dei

Castellani. And as I had expected... Dino Zanata?

It seems so.

Less than 12 hours after the crime.

And the same two men were there even three days before.

They'll say they were there for the ice cream.

At 8 in the morning?

What are they, children?

Good job, Barzini.

Let's go visit Mr.

Zanatta.

Henry? Henry, is that you?

Adam?

Adam, it's me.

Sylvia.

What happened?

I got on the wrong end of someone's gun.

And they're still looking for me.

How long have you been here?

I'm not sure.

Stay awake, Adam.

You're burning up.

You need to go to hospital.

No! No!

Not safe.

Hi, Sylvia.

Where are you?

I need your help.

It's urgent.

What do you need me to do? Take the road to Giovetta, past the little church,

follow the track to the farm at the end.

Are you hurt?

No, I'm okay, but bring your bag with you and don't tell anyone where you're

going.

Especially not Isabel.

Salve. Buonasera.

Signor Zanatta, per favore.

Prego, di là.

Capitano Riva.

Che posso fare per lei?

Sta andando in vacanza.

Vuole un'offerta speciale sul cambio.

Mr. Zanatta.

Tell me about your relationship with Raffaella Tasso.

Who? That poor girl who was killed a few days ago?

Yes.

At the Castellani's ice cream shop.

I brought my nephews here once or twice, but I don't remember who served us.

You, together with another man, went to the ice cream shop three days before and

twelve hours before the murder of Mrs.

Tasso. Why?

I think you're mistaken, ma'am.

We have the videos of the surveillance cameras.

Of me going into the ice cream shop?

Of you on the street.

You see, sometimes I take Castellani away as a shortcut.

It was a mistake, Barzini.

Zanatta was lying.

Of course he was lying.

He lost his patience and now Zanatta knows for sure that we have nothing

concrete about him.

I'm sorry, Captain.

The wound is bad.

He's lost a lot of blood.

I'm calling an ambulance.

He can't go to hospital.

The people who shot him are still looking for him.

Then we call the Carabinieri.

Not until I know more.

Please, Matteo, will you help him?

I can't treat him properly without running water.

It's not safe to go to my house.

Or yours?

Jesus, Silvia.

My cousin has a place in the woods.

It's very private.

How far?

Maybe 10 kilometers.

I'll take Adam there. You go and buy food, towels, bandages, and maybe some

clean clothes.

And now what do we do?

Do you really think Zanatta killed Raffaella Tasso?

It's possible, but I doubt it was him in person.

But why would he have killed her?

Simply because she refused to work for him?

Or maybe as a warning to others, or because he had already said too much.

But it is more likely that he sent someone to scare her and it ended badly.

How do we proceed?

We identify the man who was in the video with Zanatta and we put pressure on him.

A lot.

But first we go to Bologna.

The parents of Anna Tesfaye.

Ciao.

I've cleaned the wound and stitched it.

And the antibiotics will start to work soon.

Thank you, Matteo.

You should stay here tonight and keep an eye on him.

Okay.

You know I will be in serious trouble if anyone finds out about this.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have asked you, but... I couldn't just let Adam die.

I don't like it, Sylvia.

Any of it.

Isn't there someone you can call?

I need to figure out what's happened before I do that.

Here. New shirt.

It looks exactly like this one, but cleaner. That's why I chose it.

Thanks.

I feel like I've been dropped from a great height.

Where are we?

A safe house of sorts.

It belongs to Mateo's family.

Nice fellow.

A marked improvement on her first husband.

Yes.

Are you hungry?

Yeah.

When was the last time you ate anything?

I can't remember.

Now talk.

What are you doing here and who shot you?

I've been in Kosovo for the past year running an undercover operation.

What sort of operation?

Infiltrating an Albanian gang, trafficking people and narcotics into

the UK.

It was all going rather well.

Until, um... I got... ...blown.

You came all the way from Kosovo in that state?

I was all right when I left.

Got on a boat to Brindisi, carried on up the coast.

Then it all went...

tits up somewhere around Pescara.

The Albanians caught up with me.

Wait.

Was that the first time you tried to call me?

Yeah.

You didn't pick up.

Don't worry, I managed to find my own way to Panakale.

You broke into my house?

What else was I meant to do? You didn't leave a key under the mat.

Did you take Giovanni's shirt?

I might have done. I needed some clean clothes.

I suppose you were spending the night over at his place.

I was with Isabelle in Florence learning about Renaissance art.

Not that it's any of your business.

Anyway.

I couldn't risk staying there any longer.

I've been hiding out ever since.

Lost my papers.

Most of my cash somewhere along the way.

Why didn't you contact the service when you reached Italy? They would have got

you out.

It's not that simple right now. There's a power struggle going on over at

Vauxhall Cross.

And your side's losing.

But that wouldn't have mattered.

Yeah.

Except they recalled me a month ago. But I wanted to stay on and finish the job.

You stayed without clearance.

You're crazy.

Maybe, maybe not.

Well, I called you months ago.

Left messages.

Yeah, well, I told you. Been undercover for the last year.

Why, were you in some sort of trouble?

You could say that.

Graham Conway came looking for me.

I thought he died in a prison in Matara.

That's what we were all meant to think.

Oh, my God. Sylvia!

I am so sorry.

What happened?

He kept me captive for two days before trying to kill me.

Then my father shot him dead.

Your father?

The point is, Conway was really looking for you.

And now I need you to tell me the truth.

About what?

The money from the smuggling racket you and he had going. What happened to it?

It went straight into the Ways and Means Fund over in Vauxhall Cross, of course.

You know that.

Ah, fuck.

I'm going to need some more painkillers.

What's the book?

A Guide to Preparing Game Meat.

In Italian.

I'm guessing Matteo's cousin isn't much of a reader.

Are you staying the night?

Matteo said I should.

But you're not sleeping in that chair.

Come lie down.

I'm okay.

You're safe enough.

Ow.

You

know,

Sylvia, I really am telling the truth about Matara.

Do you remember when we stayed in that hotel by the Bosphorus and they forgot

our booking?

They said they were full, but they let us sleep in the linen cupboard.

Oh, ow.

It wasn't the hotel's fault, was it?

You forgot to book.

Damn.

Thought I got away with that one.

You're not leaving.

I must, Adam.

I've got things to do.

And you're safe here.

For now.

There's food in the kitchen.

I'll be back this afternoon.

But what am I meant to do till then?

Rest. Drink plenty of water and think healing thoughts.

Mateo told you, didn't he?

Your obsessive secrecy is bad enough.

Don't ask my husband to deceive me too.

Nobody was trying to deceive you.

I just thought it was better you didn't know.

Only because I'm the only one to tell you what a fucking idiot you're being.

Adam is toxic, Sylvia.

Don't you remember?

How he landed you in it with that Russian boy. I know, but this time he

really needs my help. This time, next time, every time.

Where was he when you were trying to escape from that lunatic and you needed

him? If Richard came to you injured and on the run from dangerous people, would

you turn him away?

Yeah, you bet I would.

I might offer him a stiff drink first, but then I would hand him over to the

police, which is what you should do.

Well, that's not an option right now.

When you talked about wanting to settle down and start a new life, I believed

you. Well, more fool me.

What do you mean?

You've got everything.

Everything a normal person could possibly want. And you keep trying to

throw it away.

You're just like Dad.

You're addicted to drama.

That's not true.

Ever since you came here and started interfering, it's been one...

Bloody crisis after the next one. I am sick of it.

Which particular crisis do you mean?

The one where I stopped your daughter running away with a criminal?

Are you sick of me interfering, trying to help your mother-in-law and your

friends and your cleaner?

Oh, no, it's my fault, is it?

I didn't say that.

Adam saved my life once, you know.

I owe him.

And what's Giovanni going to say when he finds out?

It's got nothing to do with him.

Anyway, he's not going to find out.

Don't ever put Matteo's life in danger again, Silvia.

And don't ask him.

Adam it's me.

I'm on my way to you now.

Please pick up.

There's a van following me. I've shaken it off.

I'm going to ditch the car and you need to get out now.

I'll send coordinates. Go there and wait. I'll find you.

Command, Captain.

Thank you.

Paolo Triola.

It's me.

He works for Dino Zanata.

Yes.

What does he do?

I take him around, I do commissions.

Does he hit people?

No.

Does he shoot them?

Directly? No.

He has an unregistered weapon with him. Is it a crime?

No, I was going to the police station. My hobby.

Can you show me the registration card?

I forgot.

Yes, I'm in Triola.

He will be charged for illegal possession of firearms.

But if you work together, you'll be able to get through it.

Tell us what you were doing near the ice cream shop. I didn't kill that woman.

But you were there on the day of her death.

Yes, and with this?

In the company of her boss, Dino Zanata.

Yes.

And for what reason?

Don't tell me about the ice cream, because I swear that every time I break

it... Dino wanted you to work for him.

He worked with computers.

And what did Mrs.

Tasso say?

She said Dino.

And she threatened him.

Not me, Dino did it.

Listen.

After we went there, he told me to go back during the night and break the

windows.

I went there, but it must have been immediately after the shooting, because

there were robbers.

So I didn't cross the street.

Nice wheels.

Feel free to wait for a Ferrari to come to your rescue.

Triola.

The men who threaten women, they will not be in prison.

And if the judge does not send them, they will do a favor.

They will look for another job.

Maybe I could become a police officer.

Tell Mr. Zanatta to keep an eye on you.

The

ballistic

has confirmed that the projectiles found in the ice cream shop come from two

different pistols.

But neither of the two corresponds to the Triola pistol.

It seems to me that he did tell the truth.

What are you going to do, Captain?

Are we going to take Zanatta?

Threats, violence investigations... It would be useless and Triola would be a

bad witness.

But to give a right to the finance guard, it will be useful to know that

Zanatta is looking for an expert in technology.

This place is closed for the season, so it should be safe, but keep your head

down just in case.

Right. You need to tell me what's going on.

I'm not entirely sure myself. How would a bunch of Albanian gangsters know that

tailing me would lead them to you?

Well, maybe they have nothing to do with me.

Who have you been annoying lately?

Right, so not all the trouble in Kosovo came from the Albanians.

The Serbs took against me too.

When you say the Serbs...

Their secret service.

This is too big for me. I'm calling it in to Vauxhall Cross. No, no, no, no,

no. No, Vauxhall Cross are the ones who put the Serbs onto me.

My enemy's there, anyway.

I suppose there's a chance that they could have directed them towards you.

You think your colleagues told the Serbian secret service to find you by

following me?

It's possible.

That or they put the Albanians onto you.

Are you sure you're not being paranoid?

Maybe. Yeah, maybe.

But... If I am right... If I am right, then... Well, then you're at

risk too.

I'm sorry, but you see now why I couldn't ask for help from the service.

So you came to me?

You saved my life.

You don't have to do any more.

Just... Just say the word and I'll go.

Supper and breakfast.

I'll be back in the morning.

What? You're just going to leave me alone here till then?

Yes. I'd stay put and lie low.

Hello, Sylvia.

Who are you?

Miriam Cavendish, Rome office.

I'm an old friend of your father.

Has something happened to Henry?

Things are always happening to Henry.

But I don't know of anything at the moment.

I haven't heard from him since your adventure with Graham Conway.

I didn't realize the service knew about that.

They don't.

Just me.

Have you had any contact with Adam Haynes recently?

No.

Why?

What's he been up to?

Or shouldn't I ask?

He was operating in Kosovo in Albania.

But he's gone AWOL.

Is he in danger?

Yes, possibly.

Some very unpleasant people are after him.

Who in particular?

That's not your problem.

Have you noticed anything unusual in the last week or so?

No.

Though I haven't been here the whole time.

Florence, with my sister.

Lovely.

Well, I must go.

You will let us know if you hear from Adam.

Of course.

Good.

Because he needs to come in, Sylvia, whatever he's done.

What has he done?

A spot of freelancing, we think.

In Kosovo and elsewhere.

So this isn't just about Adam's safety?

Nothing is ever just about anything, dear.

You know that?

Oh, gorgeous place, by the way.

I envy you.

Anyone who helps Adam stay out isn't doing him any favors.

Hello. Hey.

Wasn't expecting you.

Is it a bad time?

Of course not.

Come in.

Glass of wine?

Sure.

Is everything okay?

You haven't been in touch for a while.

You said you were going to be busy.

I have been.

I'm not going to ask about the investigation.

What have you found out?

486 have identified a second blood type at the gelateria.

The killers?

We don't think so.

These bloodstains were at the back of the shop, so it looks like there was

someone else who'd seen out at us or managed to escape.

Silvia?

Is there DNA profile of this new person on any database?

Not that we can find.

What do you know, Sylvia?

Nothing.

This is all news to me.

Whatever it is, you have to tell me.

I found out Raphael is real name for you. How much more do you want me to do?

I don't want you to do anything.

I mean, for God's sake, what's wrong?

You throw me out from your house in the middle of the night? It was half past

nine.

And now you're behaving as if I'm a stranger.

Is this about the house?

What?

The house I want us to build together.

Have you even thought about it?

Yes, actually.

Have a home, Giovanni.

The first I've had since I was a child.

I love it.

And I don't want to leave.

Sorry, why didn't you say this before when I first showed you the place?

Or when I asked you to come with me this weekend?

I didn't want to upset you.

Silvia, I love you.

But we are very different people.

If you're not ready to live with me now or next year, however, that's okay.

But you don't trust me.

And that's not okay.

I should have been honest with you about the house.

I'm sorry.

It's not just the house.

Goodbye,

Sylvia.

Giovanni?

Adam?

Adam?

Bloody idiot.

Hello? What the hell are you playing at?

I needed some air. And one of these.

Why didn't you call or leave me a message?

You said you weren't coming back until tomorrow.

And you put a tracker in my shoe.

What are you doing?

Let's go.

Why didn't you tell me you were in the Gelateria?

What Gelateria?

In Perugia.

On the night Raffaele Tasso was murdered.

I don't know what you're talking about. Oh, for God's sake, Adam! You said you

were shot in Pescara, but it was Perugia, wasn't it?

The police have identified a second person's blood at the murder scene.

I think it's yours.

I needed ID.

And so you led the killers to her? No, we don't know that for sure.

She would have had dealings with loads of dodgy people.

But that night she had dealings with you.

And your Albanian friends followed you there.

She insisted on being paid before making the ID. I just handed her the cash when

suddenly these two goons opened fire through the window.

I managed to make it out the back. Your friend wasn't so lucky. I'm sorry.

He ran away and left her to die.

An agent's first duty is not to fall into enemy hands. You know that.

Anyway, if you want to blame someone, blame Hercules. He's the one who told me

Raffaella was your contact there.

Did you tell her about us?

And so she trusted you.

If we can get to the road, there's a chance we can get away.

I'm not sure I'll make it.

Were you hit?

No, but my wounds opened up.

You go.

I'll cover you.

No.

Move forward, but stay hidden.

I'll try to flush them out.

Oh!

Did they kill Raffaella?

Yeah.

No, no, no. You can't call your Carabinieri friend.

There are two dead bodies here. Someone has to deal with them. That will bring

the Italian Secret Service down on us.

And then I'll be done for.

Sylvia.

We're in this together now.

And I won't make it to the border without your help.

You go inside.

I just need to get my stone kit out of the van.

Promise you're not going to call the Carabinieri?

I promise.

They're gonna need to put their stitches back in.

Here, hold this.

I thought serving Kit was just a figure of speech.

Ow!

Fuck! Don't be a baby.

Have you got any morphine in that kit of yours?

Afraid not.

We need to get out of here right now.

No, we both need some sleep.

If we leave at three, you'll be across the Slovenian border by breakfast.

No wonder I fell in love with you.

That's a lot.

Come with me.

I've already said I'll drive you to the border. Not just to the border.

Come away with me.

Are you serious?

We could go somewhere lush and warm and a long way away.

Trinidad, maybe.

Why Trinidad?

Um, I own a house there.

And how will we fund this new life?

Work shifts and a bar?

We wouldn't have to worry about that.

I have savings.

Savings? Or your own personal ways and means fund?

Something like that.

How much?

For both of us?

Come on, Sylvia.

Be fun.

And I know you still care about me.

I wouldn't have left my worst enemy to the mercy of those thugs, if that's what

you mean.

It's more than that, though, isn't it?

You've enjoyed these last few days.

The danger, the excitement.

We're just the same, you and I.

You promised.

I promised not to call the Carabinieri and I didn't.

You'll be in the UK in a few hours.

I'm not like you, Adam.

These last few days have been some of the most painful of my life.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

Good evening, boys.

Time to go home, Adam.

Careful.

He took a bullet to the left shoulder.

Copy that.

Clean-up munitions are on the way.

I'll get the guys to drop me off at the scene.

Thank you, Billy.

He did the right thing.

For Adam.

As well as everyone else.

What happens now?

He'll have questions to answer.

About Matara, obviously, but Kosovo too.

And other places in between.

What kind of questions?

About money, mostly.

The finance people have had their eyes on him for a while.

And then?

No one wants a trial. It's too embarrassing.

So if he's sensible and hands over a decent chunk of the dosh, I imagine

he'll be allowed to resign quietly?

No pension, though.

No justice, either.

That's not our department, darling.

Arrivederci, Silvia.

And thank you.

What's fealty ten letters?

No idea.

This is for you and Matteo, but mostly for you.

Hmm.

Is it an Abraham test thing?

Couldn't afford anything bigger, I'm afraid.

It's exquisite.

What have I done to deserve this?

I think you know.

I'm sorry.

How is Adam?

On the mend.

Last time I saw him.

He's gone then?

Back to the UK.

He'll probably be there quite a while.

Is that good or bad?

Not great for him.

Better for everyone else, I think.

Does Giovanni know he was here?

No.

Are you going to tell him?

We're not really speaking at the moment.

How do you feel about that?

Miserable. Well, what are you gonna do about it?

You gonna go and see him and talk things through or up sticks and disappear?

Don't you think it would be better for all of us if I did?

Leave, I mean.

No. You're a constant source of trouble.

But I quite like having you here.

I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.

Well, make the most of it.

I will.

The answer is allegiance, by the way.

No problem.

It really is quite the view.

You know that the people who killed Raffaella are dead?

Yes.

I've been told not to ask any questions.

So if that's all you came here to say... It's not.

All this was going on, you said nothing to me.

How could I?

I'd have been asking you to choose between me and your job.

I won't ever do that.

And I shouldn't ask you to choose either.

I don't have a job.

But you did.

And you will never... be really free of it.

Adam said the same thing once.

I hope it's not true.

Do you regret helping him?

If I'd known he was in the gelateria when Raphael was killed, I would have

told you.

But I didn't.

So I did what seemed right.

The only thing I really regret is hurting you.

Thank you for that.

So what now?

A lot have left you.

I'm going away for a few weeks.

Okay.

Will you call me when you get back?

Have a better idea.