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Wait, what? A race against me?

You'll see, you'll see.

But all the way
to Isola Polvese.

A million pesos says
you won't make it!

Oh, says who? Mr Universe, huh?

Hello, my love.

I think you could make it.

- Give your papa a kiss.
- No, no, no, you're wet.

You're wet.

Mm.

Mm.

Your husband thinks I'm too
old to swim to Isola Polvese.

Ricardo, don't be stupid.

You know Papa can't
resist a challenge.

Ricardo's just jealous because
he's not as fit as your dad.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Thank you.

What would you like
to drink, Ms Hamilton?

Campari soda, thanks, Kirsty.

- And you can call me Zoe.
- Of course.

The usual for everyone else?

- Yes, please.
- Oh, yes.

- Hello.
- Ah, good evening, Mr Priest.

- Kirsty.
- Gin and tonic?

Uh, yes, please. Good
evening, everyone!

- Hey, Mr Priest.
- Zoe. How lovely to see you.

It's been years.

I didn't know you
were going to be here.

Well, likewise.

- Did you have a good day?
- Yes, but...

Seen one fresco,
you've seen them all?

No, I was going to say,
it was a very long drive.

No problem, it's fine.

It was good that you went.

Ricardo.

You may be the king
of the tennis court,

but I was a swim champion.

Yes, when you were 16, not 60!

- Ah! I'm not 60.
- Ah, no?

- Uh-uh.
- Not for another five hours.

- Every hour counts.
- Yeah.

I'll show you all.
Can't compete with me.

I don't think he can beat me.

- No?
- Good afternoon, everyone.

What's the joke?

A swimming race across the
lake. Are you up for it, Lee?

Sure. As long as I
can do it in the boat.

Zoe, darling! I should have
been here to welcome you,

but I promised
Michael and Luciana

I'd take them to Sansepolcro.

Don't worry, Lee. You know this
place is a second home to me.

Oh.

- Mrs Hamilton?
- Oh, thanks, hon.

You've met Kirsty, my new PA?

Uh, yeah.

Did you have a good
journey, Ms Hamilton?

It must have been fun,
coming by helicopter.

Uh, it was a freebie.

I'm doing a piece for
the Los Angeles Reporter.

Sounds exciting.

Excuse me.

Did you get everything?

Yes. The cigar case for Señor
Magrina is on your desk,

and the roses will be delivered
tomorrow, in time for brunch.

Wonderful. I just need
everything perfect for Hector.

Maybe we should delay dinner
by about half an hour,

give the swimmers
time to change.

I've already spoken to Chiara.

Oh, you're a marvel, Kirsty.

- Hey, Elijah.
- Evening, Sylvia.

What's Hector been up to?

Stayed home with his son-in-law

while Lee took his
daughter sightseeing.

I've been running errands,

but the housekeeper says
there were no visitors today.

He still planning
a trip to Rome?

Tomorrow, after the birthday
brunch Lee's throwing for him.

Vehicle?

A car's coming at two.
I'll put a tracker on it.

- How about your end?
- Nothing new.

But the Americans still think

there's a military coup
brewing in Aroca, so...

we need you to hang on in
there for a while. Sorry.

At least this job
is close to home.

Ciao.

Why do you need so much?

That's not your business.

Well, it is if you're
asking me to bankroll you.

- Are you in debt again?
- No.

But my credit cards
are maxed out.

This can't go on, Zoe.

Your last stint in
rehab, it cost a fortune.

Dad was always there
for me if I needed help.

I know you loved your
father, sweetie. So did I.

He was a wonderful man,
but awful with money.

I might as well tell you now.

I have to sell this place.

No!

Well, I can't afford to
keep two houses going.

Well, sell the one in DC.

My life is in the States. I
love it here as much as you.

No, you have no idea what
Villa Rossa means to me.

What it meant to my mom.

You're right. I'm sorry.

But I just don't have
a choice about this.

I'm hoping Hector will buy it.

I won't let you do this.

Morning, honey.

So sweet of you to get
Hector a gift. What is it?

You'll see when he opens it.

Hmm.

Papa is still in his room.

We told him 12:30.

And he has to leave
for Rome at two.

Don't worry, amor.

He'll be here soon.

Don't worry.

Kirsty.

Papa, where are you?

Why aren't you answering?

Call me please.

Something's happened...

Don't worry, my dear.

There's probably a
simple explanation.

Yes, I'm sure everything's fine.

No. It’s not fine.

Shall I search the
grounds? The lake shore?

Maybe he went for a
stroll and had a fall.

No, Hector doesn't do strolls.

But, yes, thank you, Kirsty.

We have to do something.

I'm worried about him.

Of course you are.

Hector! Hector!

Where are you?

I found a corpse in my nets.

I've brought him back...

What shall I do, the
Carabinieri are coming...

What shall I do
with the crayfish?

Shall I bring them to you?

It's too late. Leave it.

What shall I do?
Where shall I go?

Don't come here.

Tell me where to go?!

Hector!

- Papa!
- Any sign of him?

No.

No. We need to
call the police.

Carabinieri. May I help you?

I need to report
a missing person.

Capitano, come in…
they're waiting for you.

Thanks for coming so quickly.

- Signora Hamilton?
- Yes.

I understand that one of
your guests is missing.

That's right.

Hector Magrina. This is
his daughter, Luciana.

And her husband, Ricardo Garcia.

This morning, a fisherman
found a body in the lake,

close to Isola Polvese.

Will you look take a look
at this picture, madam?

No, my love, let me.

- No.
- It's Hector.

That's him.

Did he tell anyone
he was going to swim?

No. It's too far.

I wouldn't have
let him go alone.

This is your fault.

All this talk of a race!

My fault?

Luciana, where are you going?

Luciana, come back.

What does she mean?

Last night, Ricardo
challenged Hector to a race,

over to the island. Uh...

It was a joke, we all knew that.

Hector liked to win.

Do you think he went
out to practise?

How did he die?

We'll know more
after the postmortem.

Can you tell me
about Signor Magrina?

Hector was from Aroca,
in South America.

He was a finance minister
there until recently.

I'll need his passport

to inform the
relevant authorities.

Surely that's his family's job?

Or mine?

It can be complicated when
a foreigner dies in Italy.

The American ambassador
will help, if necessary.

My late husband held
a senior position

in the US State Department.

Thank you, signora,
but I can handle this.

We need to see Señor
Magrina's room.

Chiara? Show them
Mr Magrina's room.

This way...

This way Capitano...

The door on the right.

This is Signor Hector's room.

Grazie, signora.

Capitano. What is it?

- Sylvia.
- Has Chiara gone?

You can come out now.

- But... what are...
- Shh!

Giovanni.

Sylvia, what are you doing here?

I told you I had some
more freelance work.

Yes, but I thought in another
country, like last time.

You assumed that.
I never said so.

Sylvia, if there was a
threat to Signor Magrina,

I have the right to know.

Let's walk.

Lee's late husband
was Merrit Hamilton,

a State Department heavyweight.

Yeah, she mentioned it.

Did she also mention
he worked for the CIA?

No.

When Merrit was alive,
this place was a bolthole

for politicians and spooks.

Lee has been trying to
keep that tradition going.

And where does Magrina fit in?

Old friend of the Hamiltons'.

And former finance
minister of Aroca.

Yes.

Did he resign, or was he pushed?

It's not entirely clear.

The press in Aroca
is accusing him

of embezzling government funds.

Is that why you're here?

Oh. You can't blame
me for asking.

I'm keeping an eye on
things, that's all.

I know you have to wait
for the postmortem,

but what do you think happened?

I don't know. But, um,
a guy called Piero Costa

found the body caught
up in his fishing net,

near the island.

Signora Hamilton
mentioned something about

a race across the lake.

There was a lot
of talk about it.

Ricardo Garcia made some kind of
challenge to his father-in-law.

It was a joke but it felt...

What?

Overdone.

I'd better get back
before I'm missed.

Sylvia.

When... When can I see you?

I'm not Sylvia, remember?

I'm Kirsty. Kirsty
Scott, the perfect PA.

Ciao.

Ciao.

Hey, what's up?

Hector Magrina is dead.

Looks like a swimming accident.

- You think it was?
- Maybe.

The carabinieri are
keeping an open mind.

Were you expecting something
like this to happen?

No. But Magrina had
a lot of enemies,

and if there's a coup
brewing in Aroca,

maybe somebody thought killing
Hector would put a stop to it.

Are you OK to stick
around for a while?

- Sure.
- Good. I'll brief Felicity.

Come.

God, what an awful day.

I'm so sorry. Was he
a very old friend?

He was really a pal
of my late husband's,

but I've known the
family for a long time.

It was good of you to invite
him here for his birthday, then.

Oh, he kind of invited himself.

And you didn't say no to Hector.

I can imagine.

Are you still going out for
dinner? It's Chiara's night off.

Oh, no, cancel the
reservation, please.

I could use a whisky
on the rocks though.

I can rustle up a simple
supper, if you like.

Ah, no need. Ricardo's gone to
Perugia to identify the body.

Zoe insisted on driving
him. Luciana's gone to bed.

Where's Mr Priest?

Oh, taken himself off
somewhere for the evening.

Is there anything
else I can do to help?

Thanks, Kirsty.

You might as well take the
rest of the evening off.

- Grazie.
- Prego.

I'd like to take a
trip out on the lake.

Somebody said Piero
Costa might take me.

I don't think he'll
want to do that.

Why not?

Somebody drowned
in Trasimeno today.

- That's awful.
- Yes.

Piero found the body.

Yeah, that's him.

Thank you, Capitano.

Let's go.

Is everything OK?

Buonasera.

Where can I find Piero Costa?

Over there.

Grazie.

Ciao.

Who are you?

Signora Kirsty.

Hello, Chiara.

What are you doing here?

I came to find my son.

My uncle found a body
maybe 40 years ago.

And this... it brought him bad
luck for the rest of his life.

Did you ever meet Hector
Magrina when he was alive?

No.

Why are you asking
all these questions?

Mrs Hamilton feels terrible
about what's happened.

She asked me to find out what
I can, for the family's sake.

Don't tell her that
Piero is my son. Please.

Come on, Piero, let's go home.

Good evening Signora Kirsty.

I will see you tomorrow.

Hm-hmm.

Can you manage?

Let's go.

Let's go, sweetheart.

- You had too much to drink.
- I'm fine. Listen.

We'll be all right. Just...

Hello.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Do you need anything?
Food, a nightcap?

- No, thanks.
- Yeah, we're all right.

Yeah, come on, Ricardo.

We had something
to eat in Perugia.

Buonasera.

Oh, I hope you found somewhere
nice for dinner, Mr Priest.

We're in Italy, Kirsty.
Of course I did.

Do you want a hand
with the bike?

I'm OK. Thank you, Mr Priest.

Oh, I thought it
was your favourite.

It is.

But I need the money.

Zoe's never seen this, so she
won't demand a share of it.

I had to tell her I was
planning on selling Villa Rossa.

Now she hates me more than ever.

Will you put the house
on the open market?

I don't have much choice.

I can find a buyer
for the bronze,

no question.

But, um, you know
there's another way.

We can't take the
risk right now.

Not with everything
that's going on.

Back in the safe you go.

With all your other secrets.

Buongiorno, signora.

What's happening?

I need to speak
to Signora Garcia.

This is now a murder
investigation.

- Hey.
- Elijah.

- What's up?
- I need a check on some IDs.

I've just sent you the images.

Same picture but two
different passports.

Michael George Priest and
William Thurston Brown.

Find out if either of them have
spent time in South America.

OK. Will do.

- Thanks.
- Anything else?

Check police records and
service networks too.

I'm on it.

Please, sit down.

The postmortem results
came in, signora.

Your father was drowned.

There are signs around
his wrists, ankles,

and some bruising on his neck.

They tied him up and... and
pushed him under the water?

It looks that way.

I'm sorry.

I thought he would be safe here!

Please let me know

if there's anything
else you need, Capitano.

Uh, I'll need to speak
to everyone in the house.

I'll tell you everything
I've found out so far,

but I need to be quick.

Luciana Magrina Garcia

is Hector Magrina's only child.

Went to Harvard Business
School. She and her husband

have a successful sports
promotions company,

but she's the driving force.

Signora, can you tell us
about your parents' divorce?

Papa had an affair.

Not the first one, but this
time, Mama didn't forgive him.

Have you spoken to your mother

since your father's
body was found?

Of course!

She's upset. They
were married 30 years.

What is their relationship
like after the divorce?

OK.

He gave her
everything she wanted.

All the houses, the
cars, a lot of money.

She deserved it.

Do you know what is in his will?

No.

You think I'd kill
him for his money?

We don't think anything
at the moment, signora.

Find out who did this to him.

Ricardo Garcia tries to act

like he was born into money,

but he was Luciana's
tennis coach...

- Grazie.
- Prego.

And I don't think she or her
father ever let him forget it.

How close were you
to Signor Magrina?

He was like a father. We
talked about everything.

He must have had enemies.
Like most politicians do.

I guess.

They tried to kill
him twice in Aroca.

Did anyone come here to
the villa to see him?

Not that I know of.

He was planning a trip
to Rome yesterday.

Do you know why?

Yeah, he had a business meeting.

Do you know who with?

No. I'm sorry.

So not that close.

Zoe Hamilton is
Lee's stepdaughter.

Lee was hoping to sell
Villa Rossa to Hector.

Zoe was furious, because
she loves the place.

But they don't know I know that.

Will this take long?

I hope not.

How long have you been staying
here at the Villa Rossa?

I'm not staying at
the Villa Rossa.

My parents bought this
place when I was a kid.

It's just as much my
home as it is Lee's.

Oh. My apologies.

So, when did you arrive
here at the villa?

Day before yesterday.

You came from the United States?

Hmm. From Sardinia.

Oh.

How well did you
know Hector Magrina?

He was one of my dad's friends.

But, my dad had
a lot of friends.

Michael Priest is
an art historian.

Charming, but there's
something off about him.

It's like he's playing a part.

- Mr Priest?
- Kirsty.

- Who is it?
- That's a good question.

Lee's husband thought it was a
portrait of Francis of Assisi

by Luca Signorelli.

It's actually a rather obscure
saint called Amato Ronconi,

painted by God knows who.

How can you tell?

Oh, pigmentation, iconography.

And the beard's wrong.

But it's an easy
mistake to make.

You know, to the untrained eye,

one medieval saint
looks much like another.

The capitano is ready
in the greenhouse.

Ah.

The morning Señor
Magrina's body was found,

you went swimming in
the lake. At what time?

Hmm, 6:30, maybe.

Did you see Hector
Magrina? Or anyone else?

No one at all.

You are advising Signora
Hamilton on her art collection?

Informally.

Singing for my
supper, you might say.

Is she intending to sell
any of her paintings?

You'd better ask her
that, don't you think?

What does this have to
do with Hector's murder?

Lee is tough and smart,

but struggling since her husband
died, for money and status.

Michael Priest is the only guest

who is not a member of Hector
Magrina's family, or of yours.

Michael and Hector got on well.

Is that why they
were here together?

No. Hector's visit
was arranged ages ago.

Michael was supposed
to come next month.

He called from
Florence last weekend,

saying he could come sooner.

I mean, he's an old
friend. Hector didn't mind.

How long has Signora
Scott worked for you?

She started ten days ago.

Kirsty's references
are fantastic.

I mean, if that's what
you're worried about.

She used to work for the
British ambassador in Rome.

And what about your cook?

Chiara Lombardi was hired
by Merrit's first wife.

Piero, the fisherman who
found Hector, is her son.

Lee doesn't know that.

Why didn't you tell us before?

You didn't ask.

Maybe you don't want Signora Hamilton
to know your son's a criminal?

A criminal?

He only stole a car!

Two cars.

It was a long time ago!

Now, Piero is a good boy.

Yes, you must believe me...

he keeps out of trouble now.

If you say so...

This is a murder
investigation, Signora Scott.

Please, tell us what you know.

The political situation
in Aroca is unstable.

The military might
be planning a coup,

and it's possible they
were planning to use Hector

as a figurehead.

Despite the
accusations of fraud?

The press would
have been silenced.

Hmm! If a rival got to him and
this was a political killing,

the intelligence guys
in Rome will take over.

I don't know what
the motive was.

But I have a gut feeling that
someone here was involved.

Keep quiet!

Hmm.

And come with me.

You were lying in wait
for me, weren't you? Why?

Well, lucky for you I was.

The safe in Lee's
study is alarmed

to within an inch of its life.

I can cope with alarms.

Who are you?

An old friend of the family.

Who happened to turn up just
before a man was murdered.

Why would I want to kill Hector
Magrina? I'm an art historian.

Michael Priest is, supposedly.

Who's William Brown?

William Brown is a precaution.

You haven't told
that carabiniere

you're so friendly
with, have you?

He knows I don't trust you.

So, if anything happens to me...

You're the last person on
Earth I'd ever hurt, Sylvia.

- My name's Kirsty.
- It's Sylvia.

After your grandmother.

No.

My real name is Henry Fox.

And I'm your father.

I could show you my passport
if you like, but, uh...

it could be just another fake.

You know I'm telling the
truth, though, don't you?

Does Lee know who I am?

Good God, no! Nor who I am.

- How did you know I was here?
- Well, I didn't.

Almost had a heart
attack when I saw you.

You look just like your mother.

And I knew that you
were living in Umbria.

Isabel lives here too.

Yes.

Were you planning
to come and see us?

Or just check us
out from a distance,

see if we were worth the effort?

I'm going to bed.

We'll talk more tomorrow.

You said I'm the last person
you'd ever want to hurt.

You've been hurting Isabel
and me our whole lives.

It is behind the Bellucci,
by the way. The safe.

But, uh, I wouldn't.
Not tonight, anyway.

Hello, you've reached Isabel.

I can't get to the phone
right now. Leave me a message.

- Sylvia.
- Giovanni.

I'm sorry to call so late, um...

but I think it
might be important.

Hi, Elijah.

I've done those background
checks on Michael Priest

and William Brown.

He's certainly had
an interesting life.

Mrs Hamilton said you wanted
to speak to me, Mr Priest.

I want to go to Spello to
see the Baglioni Chapel.

I wondered if you
might like to drive me.

I'm something of a coward when
it comes to Italian roads.

Sorry, but I've got
work to do here.

Lee says it's fine.

Lunch will be on me, of course.

That's a good offer.

Sorry, excuse me.

Hello?

Please.

It'll give us a chance
to talk properly.

What shall we talk about?

The tour company one
of your aliases ran

in Chile and Aroca
between 1982 and 1990?

What has that got
to do with anything?

Did you get to know
Hector Magrina then?

Or shall we talk about
your time in the Service?

I thought so.

Are you still in
touch with Felicity?

- No.
- Did she tell you I was here?

Sylvia, we shouldn't be
having this conversation here.

Come to Spello.

Even if you are my father,

it doesn't make you
incapable of murder.

Kirsty!

- Buongiorno.
- Buongiorno.

Signora Scott, I need you to
come with me to headquarters.

Why?

We have some more questions.

I suggested the brigadier
interview you here,

but she says you have
to go to Perugia.

- You'd better go.
- Yes, Mrs Hamilton.

Sorry, Michael.

I'll just grab my bag
and meet you out front.

Thank you, signora.

Police in this country...

I'll go in the back.
It looks better.

I didn't want to say
in front of your boss,

but Capitano told me to
bring you to the mortuary.

- Yes, I know.
- Hmm.

What's funny?

"Yes, Mrs Hamilton."

You'll see if you can
get fish for tomorrow.

OK.

Maybe make a light appetiser.

Buongiorno, Chiara.

So...

How well do you know
this new PA of yours?

Why?

What has she done?

Hmm, nothing.

Just something about her.

She's very...

sure of herself.

Grazie.

What is it, Sylvia?

That's not Hector Magrina.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

He's a similar age and build,
but the nose is different.

And Magrina had a
little scar, here.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Did Ricardo Garcia and Lee
Hamilton both make a mistake,

or did they lie?

That's the crucial question.

What are you going to do?

Nothing.

Just let them carry on
thinking that they fooled us,

until we find out more.

So, who's the poor
man on the slab?

I will check with Missing
Persons and Interpol,

but, uh, you shouldn't
go back to the villa.

Could be dangerous.

Oh, by the way, have you found
out more about Michael Priest?

No.

- Elijah?
- Is everything OK?

There's been a development.

Kirsty?

Is everything OK?

Fine, thanks.

What did the carabinieri want?

Oh, they just ran through
my statement again.

Why yours, in particular?

Who knows how their minds work?

What did you tell them?

Exactly what I told them when
they interviewed me here.

Is there anything you need?

Not right now, thanks.

That looks like hard work.

Sorry.

Do you want one of these?

Thanks.

How is Señora Luciana?

Pretty bad.

This must be terrible for her.

For both of you.

Yeah, I just don't know
what to do to help her.

I'm not sure there is anything.

You can't bring Señor Hector
back to life, can you?

Ricardo.

Want to go for a
spin on the lake?

Come on, it'll keep
your mind off things.

Push off for us?

Come on. Let's go.

Good evening, Mr Priest.

I don't expect you to
start calling me Daddy,

but need we be quite so formal?

Under the circumstances, yes.

At least tell me what did the
carabinieri want with you?

Gin and tonic, Mr Priest?

Uh, yes, please, Kirsty.

Lee, good evening.

What can I get
you, Mrs Hamilton?

Uh, whisky on the rocks.

Uh, then ask Chiara to
prepare a tray for Luciana.

She doesn't want to come down.

- So how have you been?
- Fine, how are you?

Come in.

Gracias. But
I'm-I'm not hungry.

You'll feel better
if you eat something.

Chiara made it specially.

I'm sorry for your loss.

- I didn't mean to upset you.
- It's OK.

Papa was... the most
important person in my life.

He taught me so much.

Supported me, gave
me confidence.

Helped me become who I am.

It sounds like you had a
very special relationship

with your father.

I still can't believe he's dead.

Is there anything
else I can do for you?

No. Thank you.

Damn it!

Hmm...

Have the carabinieri
been bothering your son?

Oh, no, no. They know he
was with his girlfriend

in Perugia that night.

But there is something else.

D'you want to tell me?

Yes.

A few days before
Signor Magrina died,

Piero, my son...

took Signor Ricardo and
Signora Luciana in his boat

and showed them
his nets and pots.

The ones near Isola Polvese
where Signor Magrina was found?

Yes.

And in the Lake Trasimeno,
there are two sort of crayfish.

The Italian one
tastes much better,

but it's not allowed
to catch them.

Signor Ricardo offers
Piero a lot of money

to catch some of the
Italian one for his party.

Piero agreed,

and now he's scared the
carabinieri will find out?

I shouldn't worry.

The carabinieri won't care
about illegal fishing.

This is a murder case.

Are you sure?

Kirsty. I wanna
speak with you.

I want you to collect your
personal belongings and go.

Go where?

Wherever you like.

I'll pay you until
the end of the month,

but I want you to
leave immediately.

You're firing me? Why? I've
done a good job, haven't I?

Frankly, I don't know
what you've been doing.

Or who you are.

I don't know what you mean!

Let's just say...

I think you're bad news.

Leave your uniform in your
room. There'll be a cab waiting.

- I took your advice and quit.
- Really?

No. Lee fired me.

Hmm. Why?

Said I was bad news.

She has a point.

- Wait.
- What's wrong?

Chiara said Ricardo paid
her son a lot of money

to catch crayfish for
Magrina's birthday party.

So?

Piero took Ricardo and
Luciana out on his boat.

They knew Piero sank his
pots near Isola Polvese.

They needed the body to be
found as soon as possible.

We already thought
Ricardo must be in on it.

But Luciana was there too?

Yes.

Does anyone live on
that side of the island?

No. It's only
accessible by boat.

We need to go and take a look.

Now? OK.

Good. Wait for us here.

Grazie.

Sure...

The body was caught
in a net just there.

Not too far from those pots.

When did you last come ashore?

A month ago.

Hector smoked cigars.

What is this place?

Anyone there?

This hasn't been here long.

It's the same brand that
they drink at Villa Rossa.

Look at this.

"Serna."

Could this be our
man in the morgue?

I can find out if
anybody by that name

was been reported missing
in Italy or Aroca.

Try the prisons.

See if they let anybody
called Serna out unexpectedly

in the last couple of weeks.

They didn't just
wander the streets

looking for Magrina's
doppelgänger.

This was planned.

That's a good idea.

Look...

What is this?

Looks like a
helicopter landed here.

Zoe Hamilton arrived at
Villa Rossa by helicopter,

the day before
Hector disappeared.

From Sardinia, or so she said.

You think she made an
extra stop along the way?

Hm-hmm.

- Barzini.
- Si, Capitano.

Find the pilot who
brought Zoe Hamilton

from Sardinia to Umbria.

Certainly.

- Grazie, Piero.
- Prego.

- Capitano.
- Barzini.

The helicopter pilot,
Efis Mura, is on holiday.

He's not due back for a month
and his phone is turned off.

- Paid to disappear.
- Hm-hmm. Let's go.

OK. This is what
we're going to do.

Signora Kirsty?

Hello, Chiara. I'm here
to see Mrs Hamilton.

They're having lunch on the
terrace. But I don't think...

Thanks. I'll go through.

The carabinieri have no
right to keep any of us here.

I think we should just leave.

- Just be patient.
- You're right.

- What?!
- Hello, Lee.

Kirsty!

- What are you doing here?
- Don't worry.

I'm not staying for lunch.

Though I wouldn't say
no to a glass of wine.

Is this some kind of joke?

Salute.

What's she doing here?

No. You need to leave.

I think you'd better
let her speak, Lee.

Don't you think?

Hector's death never
felt quite right.

Of course it wasn't
right. It was murder.

Lee.

Correct. But I forgot to ask
the most important question.

Who benefited from it?

What are you talking about?

Are you accusing me?

No. I think you've been the
victim of a very cruel trick

The person who really needed
Hector dead was Hector.

Who sent you here?

While he was finance minister,

he'd been taking money
from the Arocan treasury.

A false accusation.

Once Hector was
out of government,

there was a good chance
that he'd end up in jail.

That's crazy.

And he was under pressure
to give his support

to a military coup that was
almost certainly going to fail.

What?

Are you saying that Hector faked
his own death to disappear?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

That's impossible.
I saw the body!

Yeah.

- Yes, you did, didn't you?
- No.

Go that way.

Capitano, buongiorno.

That way.

Quick to the terrace.

Last week, a petty
criminal called Bruno Serna

got an early release
from jail in Aroca City.

The poor man didn't
realise that he was chosen

for his resemblance
to Hector Magrina.

No. My father wouldn't do that.

Serna was snatched
off the street

and flown by private
jet to Sardinia.

Shortly after, he was taken by
helicopter to Isola Polvese.

The following night,
he was murdered,

and his body left
tangled in a fishing net

for Piero Costa to find.

Who are you?

Someone who believes
in fair play.

That's crazy.

Even if you're right, we
know nothing about it.

At least two of you here were
involved, and we can prove it.

That's not possible.

You think?

We found the helicopter
pilot, Efis Mura.

He's been very helpful.

What? You told me you'd
taken care of him!

Shut up!

Captain Mura has confirmed
there was another passenger,

who had to be helped on board

and who slept
through the journey.

The helicopter landed
on Isola Polvese,

where two men were waiting
to take Serna away.

Ricardo Garcia and Zoe Hamilton,

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of kidnapping and murder.

No, no, no, no!

My love, I haven't done
anything. I swear to God!

I was helping your
Father. He asked for help.

Look at me, I was just
helping your Father!

I did it for you, I
swear, I did it for you…

Barzini.

It was her that did everything.
I was just helping your father.

- Zoe, come back!
- I had nothing to do with it!

I haven't done
anything! Look at me!

Luciana, my love... Dammit!

Zoe, come back!

- It's not my fault!
- Stop, Zoe!

Talk to me!

I didn't do it!

Zoe! Stop!

That way!

There is no place to go!

Stay away from me!

She's heading for the lake...

Zoe!

Stop!

Stop!

Come on, come on, come on!

Talk to me, Zoe!

Come on!

No.

Goodness me.

What are we gonna do now?

Oh, come on. No, no, no, no, no.

Come on, come on, don't
do this to me. No!

Come on, work, work!

Carabinieri! You're
under arrest!

Stop!

Faster.

This isn't what it looks like.

It wasn't my fault.

- Let go.
- Come on.

She arranged everything.

Oh, you're pathetic. All I
did was ride in a helicopter.

Hector arranged it,

to bring me and a friend
of his here from Sardinia.

You didn't think it was strange

that the other passenger
was barely conscious?

Or that you dropped
him off on an island

in the middle of the lake?

I thought it was some
sort of political meeting.

Liar! How much did
my father pay you?

A lot. That's why she did it.

Shut up!

Tell me about the
night of the murder.

I wasn't there.

I didn't know anyone
was going to be killed.

What did you think
was gonna happen?

I told you I didn't know!

Serna was drugged.

And Hector just put
his head in the water.

I did it for you...

Your father needed help.

To kill a man?

You did what he told you?

For you!

Get out of my sight.

I never want to see you again.

Luciana, please. Please.

Luciana, por favor, come back.
Luciana, please come back.

Luciana, come back! Please
don't leave me! Luciana!

Barzini?

Take them inside.

I swear it wasn't
me. Look at me.

Ricardo!

You're hurting me. Get off!

- Non fare storie.
- I can walk!

Luciana.

Luciana.

Do you have any idea where
your father might be?

If I did, why would I tell you?

I get that you still want
to protect your father,

even though he
hasn't protected you.

But it would help
convince the carabinieri

that you weren't involved.

Papa has a house
in the Philippines

that no one knows about.

A place called Barcelo,
outside Manila.

Thank you.

The dead man, what did
you say his name was?

Bruno Serna.

Tell them I will
pay for his funeral.

- I meant to ask...
- Kirsty!

Whatever your name is.

Signora.

Who sent you here? Hmm?

You're Secret
Service, I suppose.

I've met many spies in my time.

You're all the same.

Not quite human.

Did Hector ask you to get
his daughter out of the way,

the day they brought
Bruno Serna to the island?

He had some business
to take care of.

Asked if I could look
after Luciana, so I did.

Always the perfect hostess.

Italy has no extradition
treaty with the Philippines.

Tell me you're not
going after Magrina.

Me personally? No.

But I don't think he'll
remain a free man for long.

Do you need a ride to Panicale?

No, thanks.

But I'll see you soon.

OK.

Arrivederci, Signora Volpe.

You drained the petrol
tank, I suppose.

Well done, you.

I hope you weren't
planning a quick getaway.

Let's go to Perugia.
I'll buy you dinner.

Don't you think Isabel
deserves to be part of this?

Well, I...

- Have you told her I'm here?
- Not yet.

We probably shouldn't be
seen leaving together.

There's a lay-by about half
a kilometre down the road.

I'll wait for you there.

- Excellent work, Sylvia.
- Thanks.

I don't think we need
to share the intel

about Magrina's location
with the Italians.

I imagine Felicity
will agree with you.

Yeah, Magrina's no danger now.

And I think we can persuade
him it's in his interests

to cooperate with us
and the Americans.

I expect you can.

Tell Felicity that
Henry says hello.

OK, will do.

You thought I'd do a runner.

Not for a moment.

They've got company.

Let's go.

Sylvia!

Sylvia! Welcome home!

- Prego. Salute.
- Salute.

Matteo.

I'm so sorry, I didn't know
you were having a party.

No, no, no, it's OK,
it's OK. Please, join us.

I'm Antonella.
Matteo's mother...

Isabel.

Isabel.

It's your sister.

Hello, Isabel.

I thought you'd turn up
again, sooner or later.

Listen, Matteo.

Take some wine to Isabel,
Sylvia, and her friend.

No, Mama, no, no.

Go get another bottle…

I don't understand how
you recognised him.

It's been more than 40 years!

Well, I...

I assumed you knew.

I came to see your mother while
Isabel was looking after her.

Just before the end.

Why didn't you tell me?

What was there to tell?

He showed up unannounced,
stayed for a few hours

and then disappeared again.
Just like he always did.

Just like you always did.

How did you even know
that she was ill?

I didn't!

Your mother and I kept
in touch over the years.

More fool her.

Don't talk about her like that.

There are things you
don't understand.

Well, why don't you
share them with us?

It was a mistake coming here.

Mama insisted.

He's right.

I'm sorry for
spoiling your evening.

Come out this way.

Be careful, Sylvia.

It was a shock for Isabel.

It's good to have
met you, Matteo.

I'll see you soon.

Keep well.

What a lovely house.

Look, um...

Look, I should
probably be on my way.

Oh, no, you don't.

We have a lot of
catching-up to do.

Bring your bag.