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Help! Help me! Please!

Look this way, please, please!

Please.

Please.

Please, please, just let me go home.

Please, I won't say anything! I won't say a word.

Please. Please, I won't. Please, I won't.

Please. Please, I won't.

I don't wanna die!

-Mom, have you seen my passport?

I swear...

All those years of Georgia Tech,

but gave it all up to become a bohemian.

Tell me the name of this place again.

The Ravioli Seminary?

Mazzoni Academy of Art History, Mom.

Pretty sure you knew that.

Can you just stop acting like I'm making some rash decision?

I read that a visiting young girl went missing

in Venice just last month.

Gone without a trace.

Well... I'm going to Italy to study, not to sight-see.

I'll be fine.

I just don't want you to end up like your Aunt Rosa.

Are you ever gonna tell me what happened between you two?

Not now. You're gonna be late.

I just want you to be safe, that's all.

I'll be fine.

Hey!

Is this my passport?

Now, how did that get there?

Hmm!

Buongiorno.

Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice

your Mazzoni Academy syllabus.

Uh, yeah. That's right.

Oh, please forgive my poor manners.

My name is Matteo Grimaldi.

I work for the Academy

as part of their cultural liaisons program.

That explains why your English is so good.

Well, yes, and my mother was American.

Is this your first time in the city?

Yeah, it's actually, my first time in Italy.

Though my great-grandma is from just south of Palermo, so...

Ah! Then please let me be the first person

to welcome you home.

Please come, I know a better way to get around

than some crowded old water taxi.

Okay.

-Venice is the birthplace of many famous artists.

It's got the music of Vivaldi,

the paintings of Veronese,

but none of these compare to our two brightest suns: Marco Polo

and Giacomo Girolamo Casanova.

One, the greatest explorer this world has ever known, and the other, its greatest lover.

For me, a good life merges both of these.

- Huh. - Mmm.

In my experience, there are only two reasons

why people come to Venice.

Grazie.

For love and for art.

Tell me, Celia, which one is it for you?

Um, well, it is definitely one of those things.

And for the other, I decided to take a break after my last.

Ah, yes, you better focus-- No, no, no.

You better focus on your studies, yeah? Yeah, seeing as it's costing me a small fortune to be here,

I need to make it worth it.

Okay, Celia. Your home away from home.

Thank you so much, Matteo.

Oh, do I owe you anything?

Oh, no. No, no, no. Di niente. The Academy pays me very well.

I would, however, enjoy it very much

if you would let me be your guide around the city.

I need to see how things go with my course load...

and then I will let you know.

Of course. I'll await your call.

Well, it was-- it was a pleasure to meet you

Miss Russo.

I'll-- I'll see you around.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Bye. - Ciao.

- Hey! - Hey.

- Um, I'm Celia. - I'm Evie Jacobs.

I'm right across the hall. You're American too, right?

Yeah, Los Angeles born and raised.

Oh, cool. Listen, I just opened this bottle

of obscenely overpriced Prosecco in my room.

Do you wanna join me?

You're-- you're so sweet,

but I-- I think I should probably

prep for class tomorrow.

Yeah, me too, but it's Sunday.

And look, this is really special wine.

There's only 100 bottles made each harvest.

It'd be really nice to share it with a new friend.

When you put it like that, how could I possibly refuse? Okay.

Well, long story short, I just needed a career change.

You know, I thought if I studied, then maybe

I'd find something I was actually interested in.

So what were you doing before?

- Really? - What? Oh! Okay.

Um, I was-- get ready--

VP of finance for a multinational investment firm. Oh, my God. - Mmm, I'm so over it.

Oh, my God. That sounds so boring.

Um, yeah, I picked you more as, like,

working in a gallery or a museum.

Yeah. Funny.

Um, I was actually heading in that direction

at one point, and then my mom--

thanks, Mom--

decided-- well, convinced me, that I should choose a more lucrative path.

Oh, I can so relate.

My parents think that, you know, I'm doing all of this

to mold myself into a better marriage prospect. If they only knew.

There's something that calls from this city.

Don't you feel?

Yeah. I do.

Wait, what was that?

What was that look?

Mmm, nothing, I just, uh...

I think I met someone pretty magical today when I arrived.

Oh, I-- I see

you've met Matteo.

What? Oh, no!

- Oh, no, no-- - Not you too!

Oh, he's fine, he scolded me on my suitcase choice,

and then escorted me here from the train station.

- He's a nice guy. - Good.

Because I was beginning to think

he was too good to be true.

I don't know, I've just--

I've heard some awful travel stories.

Matteo? No.

He's a harmless flirt.

If you like him, just go for it.

You're in Venice! Have fun.

And you know what they say in Venice?

You can't fight the tides, but you can learn how to swim.

Cheers.

Welcome back. Welcome back, everybody.

I'm very glad to have you here today, because we're going to start a brand new

and I think passionate and interesting chapter

into art history.

As we explore the Venice art scene

of the late 1500s,

we find the only known painting,

a self-portrait, by Marietta Robusti.

She was the daughter of Tintoretto himself,

and, many theorize, the true secret talent

behind her father's

greatest master works.

You know, colors are a wonderful thing,

but also, shapes and shadows

inside paintings.

I'm so sick of being in this room.

Let's go explore the city.

It's only Thursday, and I'm exhausted.

I thought, I don't know, maybe four more hours of reading

and then I am going straight to bed.

Come on! We're young.

Let's live a little.

Evie!

I'm not here to live, I'm here to learn, remember?

That's why I'm here.

Please!

- Yes, come on. - Yes!

Do it over again!

So, where are we going?

I might have forgotten to mention a little surprise.

So, Matteo, where are you taking us?

You promised us a fun night.

Trust me, you will not find this place

in any guidebook, okay?

Wait, wait.

This is the San Marco district, right?

Uh-huh.

My aunt lives around here somewhere.

Uh, hang on.

310 Porto Alta. That's right.

- Porto Alta? - Mm-hmm.

Well, it's just down there.

You have family in Venice?

Mm-hmm. She and my mom had a falling out when I was a kid, so I haven't seen her since.

Let's say hello.

No! Evie, no!

Evie, please stop.

Listen, we are practically strangers,

and I haven't seen her since I was a kid.

This is the perfect time to introduce yourself.

Please, don't do this.

Hello?

Hello?

You've got a niece out here, come say hi!

Evie.

I guess she's not here. Can we go now?

- Okay. - Okay.

Too bad.

Maybe next time, huh?

So, where is this restaurant? I am starving. It's not far, trust me.

Plus, it's good that you're starving,

because this place has amazing food.

You're gonna absolutely love it, okay?

Good, I'm excited.

It feels like we've been walking in circles.

Okay, ladies. Please, please come. Trust me, the wait was worth it, okay?

This is the best bistro in the whole city, okay?

The owner is the descendant

of a long line of Venetian master chefs.

This is the best bistro in Venice?

Are you sure it's even open?

I-- I just-- I don't see a sign or anything.

Listen, it's all part of its charm, okay?

Okay.

Hey, Matteo.

You sure about this place?

I'm sorry, it's just, there's no one else here. No, di niente.

It's just that we've arrived early.

Ah, Dante.

Evie, Celia, this is Dante,

our chef for tonight's adventure.

- Hi. - Ciao, bellissime.

Welcome to my bistro.

Please, start a tab if you don't mind.

Tonight's on me.

- Whoa, whoa. Are you sure? - Perfectly.

And I want a glorious Italian feast.

You shall have one.

I've just started preparing the first course.

Evie, please.

- Thank you. -You are welcome.

And, um... ...Celia.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Hey, what was the name of that last course?

Yes, it's, um, sarde in saor.

- It's a local delicacy. - Mmm.

You know, I can only think of one thing

that would make this evening even better.

Thank you.

Please let me pitch in.

Oh, no, totally unnecessary.

Right, well, this has been a delight,

but I'm off to bed.

- No, stay. - No, no, no, it's really late.

I mean, in fact, it's actually really early,

and I'm starting to feel just a tiny, tiny bit

like a third wheel.

You two have fun.

- I'll walk with you. - No, no, no, I'll be fine.

I promise. Ciao.

You know, I-- I can't let her walk back alone.

Let me join you, okay?

Just, uh-- just one moment, please.

Hey.

Thank you for tonight.

Whoa.

I can't remember which way she would have gone.

Um, well, she can't have gone far.

Let's try down here, okay?

Okay.

Uh... yes, this way.

Evie?

What-- I don't get it. How could we have missed her?

She definitely would've come this way, yeah?

Yes, this is the most direct route.

I'm gonna call her.

Hey, it's Evie,

I can't get to the phone right now.

If you wanna leave me a message--

Well, she's not answering her phone.

Look, Celia, Venice is amongst

one of the most safest cities in Europe.

Okay, I promise you, she's gonna be fine.

Listen, I know a place

that's really close by.

Maybe we can go and grab a coffee?

Matteo...

I'm too worried about Evie.

Can you just take me back to school?

Of course.

Thank you.

Okay, it's up this way.

This way.

Hey, Mom.

Celia, when was the last time you cleaned this place?

Oh, my God, why are you in my apartment?

I came to grab a yoga mat.

Then I saw the state of your hall closet.

Well, things just sort of escalated.

Why haven't I heard from you since Tuesday?

You know, I've been so busy.

I've taken on way too much this semester.

I'd expect nothing less from you.

By the way, I, uh...

I paid a visit to Aunt Rosa.

You did?

Why?

I was close by, and it seemed impolite not to.

Don't worry. No one answered.

I'm sorry, but...

my sister only knows how to disappoint.

Mom, are you crying?

It's all this lint I'm churning up.

Oh, Mom, I gotta go.

I gotta get to class, okay? Can I call you soon?

Yes, fine. Okay. All right, bye.

Evie?

I'm sorry about last night, okay?

I didn't mean to make you walk back alone.

I did try to catch up.

Evie?

Okay.

Hey, it's Evie,

I can't get to the phone right now.

If you wanna leave me a message,

I will call you back, bye.

Hey, Evie, it's me. Uh, just checking to see if you're okay.

Um, where'd you end up last night?

Call me, okay? Bye.

Class dismissed.

Celia, I noticed Evie wasn't in class.

Is everything okay?

Yeah. Everything's fine.

Okay.

Come on.

Where are you, Evie?

Evie. Hey.

Listen, I'm really freaking out here, okay?

Maybe, you're on some-- some wild adventure,

that's cool, I just--

I really need you to call me, okay?

Um, I'm gonna give you...

an hour,

and then I have to call the police.

Oh, you scared me.

Um, are-- What are you doing here?

I live here. I live just a few blocks that way.

What brings you back to San Marco?

You didn't get my messages?

Um...

...I'm sorry, I put my phone on silent.

Oh, did something happen to Evie?

She never made it back last night.

Okay.

Okay, listen.

Please tell me what can I do to help.

Can you take me back to the bistro?

I don't know, maybe she doubled back on herself,

and the owner might have even seen something.

Yes, of course. Celia, of course.

- Please, it's right this way. -Okay, thank you. - MATTEO: Okay.

Just this way.

The owner of this bistro, Dante,

do you know him well?

Uh, yes, yes,

we've shared a few stories together,

a few cups, you know.

Only I don't think he's gonna be up at this time.

He's, uh--

Chefs tend to keep a nocturnal schedule.

Rising at sunset, and working until dawn.

You make him sound like a vampire.

Well, only he doesn't drink any blood,

he only drinks grappa.

Is something wrong?

Yeah, are you sure we're going the right way?

I'm sorry, it's just--

I haven't seen any tourists in a while.

I haven't seen anyone in a while,

and, um, I could've sworn

that bridge was just a few minutes away last night,

and we've been walking for--

We had a lot to drink last night, okay?

So, if you're a bit confused,

it's because distances can be deceptive.

Look, have you ever considered

that Evie might have met someone last night? After all, Venice is the city of love.

Actually, I'm pretty sure that Paris is the city of love.

Um, yes, yes, of course, you're--

No, you're right, though, yeah.

I clearly needed my morning coffee.

You know, I wasn't that drunk last night.

I don't remember this spot at all.

I'm not getting a signal.

You are acting so strange today.

Look, I understand that you're worried

about your friend, but...

the bistro is just a few more blocks that way.

I-- it just feels like we've been walking in circles.

Celia, please.

Tell me what's wrong.

I thought me and you had a--

I thought me and you had a connection last night.

Oh, sorry. Yes, this is Celia.

Professor Bruni, what is it?

Oh, the police? Why would they--

Yeah.

No, of course. Yeah, yeah. I'll be right there.

Okay.

I'm so sorry, I've gotta--

Matteo?

Matteo?

Matteo?

Oh, my God. Okay.

Evie? Hello?

What is going on?

Celia, this is Inspector Santo with the Venice Police.

I need to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind.

Please.

What is it? Is there news?

When was the last time you communicated

- with Evie Jacobs? -Last night.

Well, early this morning. We were at a bistro.

She left just ahead of me.

And it was just the two of you at this bistro?

No, we were with Matteo.

He's the school's cultural liaison.

I'm sorry, who?

Uh, Matteo Grimaldi.

He met me at the water taxi station when I arrived.

The Academy employs no cultural liaison that I'm aware of.

The water taxi station is a popular spot

for what we call the, uh, artisti della truffa.

Con artists.

So, the bistro he take you to,

you can remember the name?

No, it didn't have a name.

That was part of the charm.

But you could point me the location on the map?

I don't think so.

But it was in the San Marco district.

There was an old stone bridge not far away.

Old bridge.

This city has more than 400 bridges. More than 150 canals and waterways.

I need you to be more precise, okay?

It was tiny. There was no one else there.

It was run by a guy named Dante.

Dante? Last name?

I didn't ask.

And you think that they were working together?

It's possible.

I want you to call him.

It's just going to voicemail in Italian.

Give me.

The number is no longer in use.

What about Evie?

How'd you find out about her? Did someone else contact you?

We received a call from the mother and father of Evie.

Well, the consulate did.

Why would Evie's parents contact the consulate?

She failed to check in with them.

And due to the family's situation now,

their instinct is to suspect maybe a kidnapping.

A kidnapping?

Why?

You were not aware that Evie is the, um...

...heiress to a large fortune?

No?

I mean, she had expensive taste, but...

no.

That is all for now. Thank you.

But I will be in touch.

Buongiorno. Excuse me.

Are you by any chance looking for the Marcello Conservatory?

Oh, yes, I am.

Please, allow me to give you a hand. Come on.

Have you traveled from far today?

- Si! Um, grazie. -I was thinking...

Basically what I told them was-- I said,

"Listen, I wanna be my own boss,

I wanna do things my way," and he agreed.

Celia, isn't it?

Right.

What brings you so far from your studies?

Um, well, I'm looking for my friend.

F-- for Evie. And you think she might be here?

I don't know. I don't know where she is.

How terrible. Perhaps I can help.

I know this city intimately.

N-- no, that's okay. Uh...

Um, I actually have to-- to go,

uh, but-- but thank you.

Send, come on.

Aunt Rosa!

Aunt Rosa!

Aunt Rosa.

Ce-- Celia?

God, what are you doing here?

I need your help.

God!

Thank you for taking me in.

I-- I probably--

I probably should've taken you to the hospital.

Should I get you an ice pack?

Mm-mm. No, it's fine.

Thank you.

You know, I, uh...

I was here once before.

I knocked on your door.

Oh, I-- I probably thought it was some lost tourist.

I tend not to open my door to strangers these days.

I mean, it has been a long time.

You're all grown up.

This room's incredible, Aunt Rosa.

It's, uh...

Well, most everything were gifts, to be honest.

They don't so much represent my taste

as they do the taste of a number of former admirers.

That...

that's-- that's beautiful.

Who's it by?

That's one of mine, actually.

It was the, um...

the last one I ever painted.

Tell me, Celia...

what brings you to my door in such a state?

Okay, you listen, Evie, you, um...

- ...you need to eat, okay? - Go to hell.

I can let that slight go, but my-- my brother's not so forgiving, okay?

Dante's your brother?

Evie, listen, okay?

As long as you, um,

if you cooperate, you'll-- um,

you'll leave this place, and you'll go back to your--

back to your old life.

I promise.

I've seen your faces.

I can identify you. How can you let me go?

Well, doesn't matter,

because we're gonna-- we're gonna leave the city.

All we need is enough money

so that we can have a fresh start, okay?

Where we won't be recognized.

Matteo!

I told you to stay away from her!

Get out!

Why didn't you call the police?

I lost my phone.

Well, I suppose the best thing we can do

is contact the authorities, then, um,

get you back safely on your way.

Well, I-- I already spoke to an, uh,

- an Inspector Santo. -Ah.

He, uh...

to be honest, he didn't seem to like me all that much.

Here in Venice, reputation is everything. Stories of missing students are bad for the travel brochures.

Yeah, I get that.

Hey, do you, uh...

do you mind if I just rested here a while?

I, uh...

I didn't get too much sleep last night.

Well, a-- are you sure that's a good idea?

I mean, maybe we should...

call your mother first.

-What did you tell her? - Nothing, okay?

She was upset, I tried to comfort her.

You are too soft for this.

You always were.

Only interested in your little flings.

Another Country Casanova.

We can't stay here any longer.

The police are hunting us.

It's only a matter of time

before they discover where we are.

Unless...

someone leads them to us.

What are you talking about?

Did-- did something happen?

Your friend Celia.

You let her follow you today...

and I had to intervene.

Intervene?

- How? - Don't look so heart-struck.

She got away.

- Listen, Renzo-- - Don't use that name again.

Your job was to find the rich one, the lonely, the pliable.

Instead all you found for us is trouble.

Come on, Renzo, please--

Don't call me Renzo!

It's-- it's just a name, okay?

It doesn't-- She doesn't know anything!

It's my name.

She can tie it to my face.

And the police want to find someone to blame,

and they're looking to blame me.

- It's enough. - Please, don't hurt her!

Go and pack what you can't leave behind

and prepare whatever goodbyes you need to say

while I do what needs to be done.

Renzo! Renzo, please, no, please!

Renzo, please don't hurt her!

Oh.

I didn't see you there.

Sorry, I don't mean to intrude.

Hey, is this you and Mom?

You look just like twins.

There was a time

they had trouble telling us apart.

She never told you, your mom,

why we stopped talking all those years ago?

Not really.

She just said, uh...

that you lost touch when you came out here

to be a-- a famous painter.

Oh.

Painter, sculptor,

dancer, designer,

I've lived through so many different dreams. She said you suffered from wanderlust.

What else did she say about me?

Well, she said that you love art

and, um, wine and the opera...

and that you can be relied upon in a pinch.

Ah. She said all that?

I miss her.

Your mom...

I've missed a lot of things.

You expecting someone?

What was that look?

Celia.

It's good to see you again.

I'll leave you two to talk.

Your aunt tells me you were attacked,

that you need protection.

- Is that what she said? -Mmm.

So, this Dante...

did he look anything like this man?

It's hard to tell.

I-- I mean...

I don't know, who's he?

This is the main suspect in the case

of another female student who went missing last month.

It could be him, I just, um...

I can't say for sure.

It's okay.

Is there any news? About Evie?

I...

Please, she's-- she's my best friend here,

I just wanna know.

This will be difficult to watch.

They want 300,000 cash to let me go.

They said they'll kill me if they don't get it

by tomorrow night.

Please, Mom, just do what they say, please.

I'm so scared.

I'm so scared, please.

Please.

Oh, my God.

So...

...as you can see, time is of the essence.

You have my number.

Please, you must to call me if you remember anything else.

I will.

I will see myself out.

I thought I was doing the right thing. Well, looks like Santo stationed an undercover officer outside, so...

He's not there to protect you.

He's there to surveil you. You think that they're hoping Dante comes here looking for me?

Well, you got his attention.

Oh, I can't just sit here.

Now wait a minute, um,

you said this all started at some unnamed bistro?

Right.

Do you remember the food

that was served?

Was it-- was it memorable?

It was great.

It was unlike anything I've ever had.

I think I have an idea of how we can find this place.

I thought that you wanted me out of your hair,

and now you're trying to help me.

- I don't get it. - Look, I might not be perfect.

I might not even be adequate,

but what I am is persistent.

Now, we're not gonna wait around here.

Come on, let's go find your friend.

- So where exactly are we going? - To visit an old acquaintance.

- We're being followed. -Not for long.

- Oh, ciao, Rosa! -Oh, Francesca.

Francesca did good. We must have lost him by now.

Okay.

What is this place?

This is the palazzo

of Carmine Adamo Franchetti.

One time the most renowned food critic in the city.

Known to have the most sensitive palate north of Rome.

Also we dated.

Hello, Carmine. It's me, Rosabella.

Rosa?

Rosa.

Ah.

Rosa.

- You haven't aged a day. -Mmm.

And you, Carmine, have aged like a fine Bordeaux.

Please allow me to introduce my niece, Celia.

Celia, this is Carmine Adamo Franchetti.

- Hi. - Welcome to my home.

So, will you both be joining me for aperitivo?

Well, actually, Carmine, we were, um,

we were hoping you might be able to help us...

track down a kidnapped girl.

So, I had no idea you had family here.

Or family at all.

Oh, I'm sure I must have mentioned it.

No, it must have slipped your mind.

Remind me...

what is it that kept us apart?

I believe her name was Gabriella.

Mmm.

So, this kidnapped girl...

We're trying to locate a bistro

- that I was at two nights ago. -Bistro?

There are hundreds in the city.

Too many to count.

And you could once identify

every one of them blindfolded,

simply by the aroma wafting out the door. CARMINE: True.

This bistro...

the chef, what did he serve?

The main course was a sardine dish

with pine nuts.

Uh, soaked in goat's milk.

- Ah, sarde in saor. -Right.

It is a delicacy here.

The sardines, pickled, fresh?

Fresh.

The-- the chef said that

they were caught that morning.

Near the shoreline, then.

The sauce?

Velvety.

Uh, there was a...

It was a-- a strong aftertaste of-- of burnt lime...

and cinnamon.

- Is this gonna work? - Trust me.

Did it smell anything like this?

Yeah! Yeah.

That's-- that's-- that's it.

Makrut lime powder. Quite potent spice.

Found only in southeast of Asia.

Few chefs there try taming it into service.

I need to do more research. Please help yourself to more wine.

This may take some time.

It's getting late, Aunt Rosa.

How much longer is this gonna take?

Oh, Celia.

In this life, it's--

it's important to take the time to enjoy the calmer moments,

because those moments can be so few and far between.

Besides, Carmine and I,

we still have so much catching up to do.

Remember, we're not here to reminisce, okay?

- We're on a mission. -Oh.

Hey.

I have it here.

Look.

March the 4th, some-- some 12 years past, I-- I-- I ate this memorable course

of marinated sardines in San Marco

in a family bistro called Giardello's.

So, "The chef prepared them

in his signature style,

with the shocking addition of makrut lime powder.

Tragically, the dining was dismal.

One and a half star."

And you're sure that this could be the same bistro

- all because of a spice? -Si.

Chefs here pass their secrets onto their children.

A-- a family recipe is as unique as a fingerprint.

Giardello.

Here it is. Okay.

They closed no-- not longer after.

There were rumors of scandal, unpaid debt.

It says the owner drowned

not long after, yes, one night.

And he left two sons,

Luca and Renzo.

Or Dante and Matteo.

Carmine, where was this bistro?

Off to "calle della crea." By the water.

I have to let Inspector Santo know.

Can I use your phone a minute?

-Of course. - Thank you.

You must be happy to be reunited after so long.

Happy? I have had a pit in my stomach

since the moment she knocked on my door.

It hurts to admit this, Carmine, but...

I'll breathe easier when she's gone.

You worry too much, darling.

Everything will be all right.

Hmm.

I've missed you, you know?

Hmm.

I've missed our walks...

our conversations.

Celia?

- Celia? - Rosa.

Oh, no.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

How did you find me?

Where is she?

Where's Evie?

Tell me she's alive.

What happened to your head?

Your brother came after me.

I've let this go too far.

This restaurant.

It was your family's?

Yes, it belonged to my father.

He was a-- a very proud man

and then when the customers stopped coming, he, um...

well, he started drinking...

and he kept on drinking and drinking,

until eventually, it drowned him.

Leaving all his debt to you

and your brother, Renzo.

He is the one with the talent.

Me, I inherited none of my father's craft...

only his pathetic charm.

That day at the station...

why did you choose me?

People that can afford to go to these schools...

they tend to come from money.

But then you realized Evie was the bigger prize?

Hello?

Rosabella?

Izzy.

I've been trying to reach Celia.

I haven't heard from her since yesterday,

I've been worried sick. And I know she paid you a visit.

She's-- she's gone.

Where did she go?

Why isn't she answering my calls?

She's in trouble, isn't she?

Rosa, listen to me.

What happened between us, it's far behind us.

Whatever's happening now,

you are the only one there who can help.

What-- what-- what...

what if I'm not enough?

I said so many things I regret back then, but...

what I regret most is

how it turned the two of you into strangers.

The two dearest people in my world.

I need to know you're both okay.

Well, I will make sure of it.

I promise.

What good's it going to do if you just spend

the rest of your lives on the run?

No, no Renzo, he says that we can change our names

and, I don't know, start again somewhere else.

He is the main suspect

in the disappearance of another student last month.

I...

Okay, he, um,

he told me it was an-- an accident.

Okay, look.

My brother has no intention of letting Evie go.

He is going to make her...

disappear.

No, no, no.

What-- You-- you can't--

There's still time, okay?

You-- you have to tell me where she is!

Okay, look, if I, um--

look, if I-- if I take you to her--

look, you have to promise me no police.

You have to promise me that you'll let me try

and talk to Dante to-- to try and get through to him

one-- one last time.

Okay.

Just take me to her now.

- You brought others. -No.

- No, I came on my own. - You...

you brought the police!

You lied to me! You betrayed me!

Listen to me, I'm telling you the truth.

I came here to find Evie on my own.

Yeah, well it's too late for that now.

It's too late for everything.

Matteo, wait. Matteo!

Aunt Rosa, what are you doing? Oh, I just had to come. - Here, here.

Celia, I wanted to help,

but I-- I fell--

- Oh, God. - Hey, I got you. My hands.

Yeah, we'll clean you up, come inside.

Is Evie here? Did you find her?

No, she's still gone.

- She's not here. - I'm sorry.

I don't think I'm cut out

for this cloak and dagger stuff.

You should have gone after him and left me.

No. You're hurt. I can't leave you.

I'm so sorry, Celia. I'm nothing but a curse to you.

After all these years, you finally see me as I am.

I was 24.

I was in my last year of art college...

trying to finish my final painting

on a deadline...

but everything was going wrong that night,

even the power was out, because of a-- a nasty storm.

And that was the night

your mom finally asked me to babysit.

- I don't remember. - You were quite young.

When you were sleeping I, um...

I went to check on you and...

to kiss you good night...

but...

but...

But what?

I left my candle on the bed table...

when I kissed your cheek.

A breeze blew in from the storm...

and...

the drapes, they...

They caught fire.

To this day, I don't know what came first.

Remembering I left the candle by your bed...

or hearing the alarm.

Aunt Rosa.

You could've died.

You--

You could've died.

But I didn't die.

I'm here, I'm fine.

What?

And mom never forgave you?

Oh, she did eventually.

But I couldn't forgive myself.

I couldn't face anything.

I ran away.

Mom...

had just said that you left to find yourself.

You think I left my...

my home, my family...

traveled halfway around the world to find myself?

No.

No, I came here to hide.

And then,

out of the blue...

you show up at my door.

I thought maybe this time I could make it right.

You have.

You have.

I guess I always knew

that one day I would end up at your door.

Oh, Celia.

Thank you.

Wait a minute.

-Hmm? - Just wait.

What?

I recognize this-- this warehouse.

You think that's where they're keeping Evie?

I'm not sure, but it's not far from here.

Then if you're up for it...

let's go find out.

Renzo?

Renzo?

Matteo.

Evie.

Hey. Wait. What are you doing?

Uh, I'm letting you go.

Letting me go? Is-- is the ransom paid? No, no, no, no.

It's too late for that now, okay?

Too late?

So, why-- why are you freeing me?

Look, because if I-- look, if I don't...

my brother, he's going to kill you.

All right.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What's wrong? - Oh, um...

he, uh...

he said-- he said it was ketamine.

I'm sorry.

Listen, let me, um-- let me help you, okay?

- Yeah. - Okay, you okay?

- Yeah. -It's just this way.

Renzo, what do you have?

What are you doing, little brother?

Don't you see that this is all over?

Why hold onto her, huh? Because she knows too much.

You have said too much.

We can't risk her leading the police to us.

But if she disappears...

she becomes the one they hunt, not us.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

- Is this the place? -Yeah.

Oh, I've got to get closer.

-Ow. - What?

I-- I hurt my back when I fell. I'll be okay.

- You sure? -Yeah.

Okay.

I can hear Dante.

He's fighting with Matteo.

My friend.

I can't see anything.

I'm going to have to go in.

Oh, I don't want to hold you back.

- Hey, can you-- - Call Santo?

Of course. Yeah.

No, you go and-- and if she's not there,

we'll track you on Carmine's phone, okay?

Mm-hmm. Good idea.

Okay.

Celia...

I love you.

I love you, too.

I won't let you do it.

I have a boat for us. It's already nearby.

We can escape right now. Together.

- Get out of my way. -No, please.

- Renzo, no! -Let me go, let me go.

No, Renzo, please!

Brother.

No, no.

No, no.

No.

No. No.

I'm sorry.

Calm down.

Evie!

Evie! Oh, my God.

Matteo, what happened?

Celia!

We're-- we're going to--

we're going to take you to a hospital.

- You're going to be okay-- - No, no, no, Celia--

- I don't know what to do. -Listen to me please.

Listen, listen, listen.

Okay, my brother, he has a...

he has, uh, a boat, okay?

It's at-- it's at the pier, he's-- he's taking Evie there.

You have to help her. - Okay. Don't strain yourself, you're going to be okay.

I'm sorry. I'm...

I'm sorry for everything.

Matteo.

Hurry up, we're nearly there. Come on.

- Okay, okay. - No. No, no.

No. No. No.

-Come. - No.

Shut up.

Shut up, get in. Come on.

- No. No, no. - Come on.

All right, come on.

- No, no, no. - No. No. Go, go.

Shut up. Go.

No. Shut up.

The police are right behind me.

I don't care.

Let Evie go.

It doesn't have to be for nothing, you can let her go.

Take the boat to Cairo, I don't care.

Don't come any closer.

Now.

I will let you sink to where the sunrise never reaches.

I will feed you to the--

Evie? Evie!

Celia! Celia!

- You okay? - Yeah.

It's done? Is he gone?

He's gone, he's gone.

Oh, God. Celia!

Okay. The cops are coming, okay?

Just stay there and we'll get help, okay?

Okay.

Oh, my God, you're okay.

-Yeah. - You're okay.

Celia.

We have a lot to talk about, huh?

But we do it later. Andiamo.

Hey, can you help me with Evie?

God, yeah, of course.

It was good of Carmine to let us use his place, huh?

Where's he gone to?

Well, he's gone to collect

a special meal from the best chef in Venice.

Oh, good, I'm starving.

You're always starving.

Hey.

Okay, come on. It's time for that video.

Hey, Mom.

I just wanted to tell you

that you are looking at the Mazzoni Academy's

newest part time lecturer.

I miss you, I wish you were here.

I'm so proud

and I am so glad

you decided to stay for a while, you know, put down roots.

Well, I learned from the best, so.

I think you can stop filming now, please.

Oh, I know, I know, I know, I know,

it's just I promised your mom I'd keep her updated.

I know, it's just, you know,

things like this are better seen in person.

Hmm?

Rosabella?

Izzy.

You're here?

I decided it was high time

I came back to Italy...

to see my sister.

I can't believe-- I've missed you so much.

I've missed you, too, more than you can know.

I hope you have room for a houseguest

because I'm staying for a while.

Oh, my God, of course.

We should celebrate.

I don't know why you're looking at me.

- No? - Oh, all right.

Okay, ladies.

I picked up a little bubbly for the occasion.

Someone smart once said to me...

"In Venice, you can't fight the tides,

but you can learn how to swim."

All right.

To Venice, then.

A Venezia.

To Venice.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

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