All language subtitles for 303 - Murder and Mozzarella

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And there are new rules

you will need to abide by,
new doctrines to accept.

Hugh.

Ah, yes. Amen.

Sir. Father.

And are you willing and able
and freely consenting

to all that
this conversion entails?

I do. I am.
Yes.

It is a very solemn choice.
Not one to be taken lightly.

Yes, Father.

Dot made that very clear
when she made me come here.

Asked -- Asked me to come.

Father!
Father!

Father, you must come quickly.

It's Nonna Luisa.

I think somebody kill her.

Killed her?
Where is she?

- In the restaurant.
- Show me.

Show me!

Stay, Father.

This is how I find her.
Like this.

- She's your mother?
- Mother-in-law.

Someone else
was definitely here.

And they left by the back door.

You can see
the bruises coming up.

They definitely held her
by the throat.

Beg your pardon?

Did you just say "Camorra"?

I say nothing.
Silenzio.

Father O'Leary has a telephone
at the church.

- I'll call Miss Fisher.
- No, Dottie.

- We have to call the inspector.
- Let's call them both.

But I'm telephoning
the inspector first.

It's my church, Hugh.
I do the flowers.

You're not even confirmed.

Ladies first.

Excellent timing, Jack.

Although it's fair to say I did
have a little further to travel.

Miss Fisher.

Inspector Robinson.
This is a very bad business.

Very bad.
Please come in.

But then I wasn't sure
if the marks on her neck

were from bruises
or livor mortis.

Because she's faceup,
it's more likely to be bruising.

Trust your first instincts, Dot.

Your nonna would like you to be
strong, like she was strong.

I'm Phryne Fisher,
private detective.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Grazie.
Thank you, Miss Fisher.

- I was --
Guido...

Do you have any idea
who might be behind this?

Excuse me?

Those bastard
put a fire in my restaurant,

kill my wife, and you ask me
who do this to Nonna Luisa?

Perhaps we could have
a more private chat.

Constable, if you could
take a statement.

You know it will do no good.
Just like before.

I'll take care of it, Guido.
Please.

Jack, I can't help feeling

I'm missing
half of this conversation.

And I'm happy to keep it
that way, Miss Fisher.

What do you think
that was about?

The man
did say something earlier.

It was an Italian word.

Hugh seemed to know
what it meant.

It was "cam" something?
Cam--

- Camorra?
- That's the word, yes.

It's a very old
Italian secret society.

Is that like a social club?

It's a little more dangerous
than your average social club.

Jack, you didn't think
I'd be frightened off

by the Camorra, did you?

No, I knew you'd be drawn to it,
like a moth to a flame.

That's why I'm keeping you
out of it.

You have no idea how ruthless
these people can be.

Grazie mille.

Papa, we're gonna have to
turn customers away tonight.

Of all the times.

It's the Festival of
the Madonna, isn't it?

Yes, that's right.

It's the biggest night
of the year.

People come from everywhere
to eat Nonna's food.

This year she was to make
a special dish,

one she no make before.

- Guido.
- The strati dell'arcobaleno.

- Guido.
- Oh. Sousa.

I've seen you before.
At church.

Dorothy Williams.

Miss Fisher and I --

Work together.
Why don't you let us help?

Thank you.
Thank you.

Poor Nonna.

This will be the end
of our restaurant.

You don't cook, yourself,
Marianna?

Not like Nonna.

The dishes she cooked
came from the old country.

Special, traditional dishes.

I helped her prepare them,
that's all.

Were you helping her today?

Nonna had sent me on an errand.
We were out of butter.

If I'd been here...

You might be
with your nonna now.

Your father
won't say a word,

but if you know who did this...

I know.

We all know.
It's no mystery.

Marianna! Enough.

You have to speak up.

Somebody has to do something,
or nothing will change.

Don't worry, Miss Fisher.
Something will be done.

- Papa?
- I'm going out.

Papa, no, please!

Do you know where he's going?

Your father has a gun,

and he's gonna get himself
into serious trouble

unless I can stop him.

Where?!

There's been a feud
with another restaurant.

- The name.
- Strano's.

Ciao, Jack!
Good to see you.

- Concetta!
- Si?

Gianni, ciao.

Concetta. Va bene.

Bene.

So early tonight.

But your table
is always waiting.

- Grazie.
- Let me take your coat.

See?
I know what you like.

How have you been, Concetta?

Well, every day
it gets a little easier.

I need to ask some questions.

Is this why
you come here tonight?

Not to see me,
but to ask questions?

You heard about Nonna Luisa?

How long you been
coming here, Jack?

You know us. You know we hate
the Carbone family.

So something happens,
you come straight here.

Who do you think did it?

My father?
My brother?

- Vincenzo.
- Si?

Gianni wants to ask you
a question.

About the Carbone woman.

That family. Whatever happens
to them, they deserve.

Who make my sister a widow, huh?

You know, Jack,
the Carbones did that, but you,

you not catch killer.

- Vincenzo!
- Si?

Stop it.

Oh!

Uh, Guido...

Jack, be careful!
He's got a gun!

You killed Nonna Luisa.

Confess!

You tell everybody here
what you done.

You kill Nonna Luisa!

Guido, please, this is
only making things worse.

No!
How can it be worse, huh?

My restaurant is finished.

It's what you want all along!

- Give me the gun.
- No.

Who's next, huh?

Your sister?
My daughter?

This -- This feud gonna end,
Inspector.

- And I'm gonna end it.
- No!

Pazzo!

You, to the station with me now!

He kill Nonna Luisa,
you arrest me?!

I told you
I'd take care of this!

I can see how you take care!

Eat with them, drink with them!

Everyone will be questioned,
Guido.

Vincenzo, you too.
To the station.

Go! Go!

Please, everybody, is nothing.

That pazzo tries to shoot me,
and I am the criminal?

The Carbones
are being dealt with.

Guido should be charged.

And not just for this,
but for what he did to Fabrizi.

- Who's Fabrizi?
- My sister's husband.

Gunned down in cold blood,
and for what?

Ask Guido who shot him.

Where were you this afternoon,
Mr. Strano?

- I went to the pictures.
- Can anyone confirm that?

Why don't you ask Al Jolson, eh?

It was just me and him
and a few hundred other people.

Eh.

Do you believe him?

Well,
if he murdered Nonna Luisa,

I'm surprised he didn't work out
a better alibi.

You can see why
last year's investigation

didn't get very far.

How did this whole mess start?

As far as I can tell,
a man named Fabrizi

tried to burn down
Carbone's restaurant.

And did Fabrizi have links
to the Camorra?

A week later, he was gunned down
in plain sight

of at least 10 witnesses,
but none of them saw a thing.

And this Fabrizi,

he was the husband of the woman
at the restaurant?

The one who was, um,
brushing down your jacket.

Concetta.

She seemed to know you
quite well.

She's an old friend.

I believe that's a term
I've heard used.

Stop!
Enough, both of you!

They were saying something
about an incident at the docks.

If I'm not mistaken,

whatever happened at the docks
started this whole feud.

- It's okay, it's okay.
- Papa!

I'm fine, I'm fine.

No thanks to you
and your family!

This is all your fault!

They blame us, again, eh?

Enough!

Now, here's what we're gonna do.

Constable Collins
is going to write up

the firearm charges
and keep them on his desk.

If I hear so much as a peep out
of you, the charges are lodged.

Then the licensing bureau
pays a visit to your restaurant

to investigate the serving
of alcohol after 6:00 p.m.

Please, Inspector.
We can settle this ourselves.

No, no.
I'll settle it.

For now, I'm calling a truce.

Now, did you read
the pamphlet?

I've been rather busy
at work, Father.

But, yes, I have read it.

And did you understand it?
Do you have any questions?

Um, just...

Just one.

On this page, where it talks
about the Catholic family.

Yes, the family is very
important to our faith.

Yes, but it says here,

"A wife must in all things
obey her husband."

Yes?

That's not a mistake?

No.

That is one of
the central tenets

to our church's teachings.

After all, Eve was created
from Adam's rib

in order to serve him.

Do you have a different view,
young man?

Oh, no, no, Father.
I like that view.

In fact, Catholicism
has a lot more going for it

than I first thought.

Buona sera.
Welcome to Strands, Miss...

Fisher. I'm afraid there was no
time for introductions earlier.

Please, come in. Join us.

We usually eat after
all the customers have gone.

Please, sit.
Help yourself.

- Vino?
- Si.

You were wanting something?

Everyone is talking about the
feud between your two families.

But there is one thing
that no one will talk about.

What's that?

The Camorra.

Was your husband a member?

I knew nothing
about his business.

It seems
I didn't know him at all.

Wives are not for talking to.

My grandfather
arranged the match.

I stepped off the boat
a week before the wedding.

I did not choose my husband,
Miss Fisher,

but I was a good wife.

Salute.

Salute.

You are a friend of Gianni's?
Jack.

- A friend, yes.
- Mm.

And you?

Si.

He tried very hard
to find who killed my husband,

but it is not easy.

Since then he has dinner here
many, many nights.

He must like the food.

He must.

Try some, please.

Ladies.
I can sit down?

- Of course. Si.
- Grazie, grazie.

Signorina, please, eat, eat.

Look at you, all skin and bone.

Papa, he cooks everything.

His father was chef,
his father's father.

Mmm!

Ah, you like, you like?
Good, good, good.

That is real cooking, huh?

Not like the old woman.

Her style is

Housewife cooking.

I understand she was preparing
a special dish

for the Festival of the Madonna.

Ah, special dish, yeah.

You want me to tell you
about this special dish?

It's strati dell'arcobaleno.
You know how I know?

Because that is a recipe from
my grandfather's recipe book.

That is a Strano dish
from his recipe book,

which she stole
many years before.

Then why would she prepare
the dish now?

To cause trouble.
Why else?

Well, it worked.

Guido!

Are you all right?

I'm okay.

Miss Fisher.

Is a good thing you are handy
with a knife.

If I were a little handier,
he wouldn't have gotten away.

Did you recognize him?

If it was not one of
the Stranos,

it was one of their friends.

Thank you.

What do you suppose
he was doing here?

I could ask you the same thing.

Well, I was looking
for something.

What do you look for you can't
knock the door and ask me?

I wasn't sure you would
give me the answer.

The dish that Nonna Luisa
was making --

The strati dell'arcobaleno.

Do you know where
she kept the recipe?

Si.

She make everything
from her memory.

But the Stranos seem to think
that she stole it

from an old family recipe book,

and I can't help thinking
that might be true.

Nonna Luisa,
she was a woman of many secrets.

But one secret I know about.

Look

No recipe book.

No.
It's the old country.

Was this her daughter?

Your wife?

Si.

I'm sorry.

My father used to say, "There is
no future in the past."

Nonna Luisa made a withdrawal
of £77 two days ago.

Do you have any idea why?

Like I said before, Nonna was
a woman of many secrets.

Like all you women.

You hungry?

I fix you something.

I've already had two dinners.

Two?

Oh, look.

I can see
you are still wearing dessert.

Mmm. Dolce.

Seems a pity to waste it.

- Mmm.
- I find some more.

- Oh?
- Oh, no, no, no. Please.

Allow me.

This must be
what heaven taste like.

Well, if it doesn't,
I'm not going.

But, then, I might not
be given the option.

I didn't know
you drank coffee, Jack.

Would you like me to make
a full confession?

No, thank you.

I prefer a never-ending source
of mystery.

Come in, Gianni.
Papa is awake now.

Concetta, this is Miss Fisher.

Si.
We talk last night.

Did you, now?

Buon giorno, Jack.
Have you eaten?

Buon giorno.
We won't stay long.

I just need to see Vincenzo.

Miss Fisher, would you like
some bread and some meats?

- Oh, tempting.
- No, please.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to
ask you to roll up your sleeves.

What for?

Someone broke into Nonna Luisa's
restaurant last night.

Whoever it is has a knife wound
to their upper arm.

Ah.

Apology accepted.

- Me too?
- Si.

Uno.

E due.

Mi scusi. There must be
some misunderstanding.

Hmm. A lot of things about you
I no understand anymore, Jack.

Maybe is better you find
some other family to feed you.

Vincenzo, calma.

You came back to the restaurant
last night?

I had a few questions
for Concetta.

Did you get the answers
you were looking for?

Too early to say.

When you say "old friend,"

do you mean old friend
like Dr. Mac

or old friend
like Captain Compton?

Well, Concetta Strano
hasn't saved my life

from a burning plane wreck
in Madagascar,

if that's what you mean.

Can I give you a lift?

No, thank you. I have
an appointment at the docks.

- What, nosing around?
- Don't worry, Jack.

If I find anything, you will be
the first to know.

No, I'll be the last.

I'm more concerned
about you getting in too deep.

Who, me?

These people have been killing
each other for generations.

I'll be careful.

I'll be careful.

Promise me
you'll be careful, too.

I thought I was
dealing with you two clowns.

- Who's she?
- I'm the one who's paying.

So if you have anything to say,
now would be the time.

Did you hear anything,
or didn't you?

All I know is there was
some dodgy business going on

with them Eyeties a year ago.

Keep talking.
The meter's running.

They were bringing in
tinned tomatoes.

Tomatoes? That doesn't sound
particularly lucrative.

Depends how many tomatoes we're
talking about now, doesn't it?

But a year ago,
someone turns the tables,

dumps half the bloody shipment
of the things in the drink.

And the Eyeties
went off their nut.

Tried to burn down a restaurant,
killed someone.

Now, is that
what you wanted to hear?

- Get him out of here!
- Come on.

Come any closer and I'll shoot!

You would
shoot an unarmed man?

Now, what kind of a lady
are you?

This kind!

Come on.

Where is this dockworker now?

Royal Melbourne Hospital.

As soon as
they get the bullet out,

Mick reckons he's moving
to Fremantle.

That's a wise decision.

And nobody saw who shot him?

But if I had a guess,
I'd say it was the main man.

Description?

Wiry bugger.
Fancy mustache.

Big scar running down
the side of his face.

Roberto Salvatore.

It was only a matter of time
before he turned up.

- You know him?
- He's Camorristi.

One of the high ranks.

I suspect he ordered Concetta's
husband, Fabrizi,

to burn down
Nonna Luisa's restaurant.

And I'm guessing he had an alibi
for that.

Several.

Well, at least we know how
this whole thing began.

We do?

Tomatoes.

Three people have been murdered
over tomatoes?

Well, it's either tomatoes
or an ancient recipe.

You take your pick.

The Camorra.

They force every restaurant
in town

to buy from them, top price.

If you don't buy,
you have accident.

So you decided
to sabotage a shipment.

No, you don't understand.

We understand completely.

The Camorra
were threatening you,

and so you decided
to fight back.

Bravely, I might add.

I like that you think like this.

But, no, it was not me.

It was Nonna Luisa.

She was not the sweet old lady
she pretend to be.

If you push her, she push back.

Poisoned mushrooms?

Death caps,
as far as I can tell.

What about the marks
on her throat?

I have no doubt
that she was attacked,

but that wasn't what killed her.

There were mushrooms

in the dish she was preparing.

That is where
it gets interesting.

I tested the contents.

Those mushrooms
were not poisonous.

So she was killed
by different mushrooms?

Ones that she would have
eaten earlier.

They don't kill you instantly.

So her attacker and her poisoner

could have been
two different people.

Or one person

doing an
extraordinarily thorough job.

She'd collect
the mushrooms herself

from the banks
of the Merri Creek.

- Could she have made a mistake?
- No. She was an expert.

Unless she wasn't wearing
her glasses.

I'm surprised she could see
anything at all through these.

She didn't like wearing them.

Did your father get along
with your grandmother?

Not always.

She blamed him
for my mother's death.

It made no sense.

Yesterday afternoon your nonna
was alone in the kitchen,

your father was at the market
and you were...

At the dairy, buying butter.

But there's plenty of butter
in your kitchen.

And I could tell from the color
that it's been there for days.

Not all of your family hate
the Stranos, do they, Marianna?

- I don't know what you mean.
- Oh, I think you do.

I noticed something at
the police station last night.

You were worried
about your father,

but he wasn't the only man
you were worried about, was he?

It's okay.
I'm fine.

You're in love with Vincenzo.

If my father finds out,
or Vincenzo's family,

they would rather kill us
than see us happy.

Well, if you weren't at the
dairy, then where were you?

Vincenzo took me
to the pictures.

It's the only chance we have
to see each other.

My ticket.

Please.
You can't tell them.

You don't know what it's like
to love someone

and know that you can
never have them.

My Marianna, she told you?

- Not as such.
- Nonna Luisa found out?

Is that why
you went around there?

No. We were
at the picture theater.

So you say.

Please.
If Papa finds out --

Then you need to tell us
what you know

about Nonna Luisa's death.

I know nothing.

But you know about the Camorra.

There is no Camorra.
It's like a myth, a story.

What about Roberto Salvatore?
Is he a myth?

Who?

We know the Camorra are
importing tinned tomatoes.

You know nothing.

I was 17 when I started working
on the docks.

I didn't know anyone.

You think the Australian people,
they invite me in?

But Fabrizi, he look after me.

- He introduce me to Roberto --
- Vincenzo!

Omerta.

You should keep your nose out of
things you don't understand.

Eh?

That's how people get hurt.

Is that a threat?

Please, Jack,
he doesn't mean --

Papa.

He still acts like
the big man in the village.

There are people, they fear him.

Papa Antonio is Camorristi?

Who do you think
married me to Fabrizi?

This was not for me.
It was for him.

To set himself up here.

Fabrizi was -- He was a pig.

Papa has to learn
he cannot threaten people here.

Who else has he threatened?

I may be able to stop him
before someone else gets hurt.

I heard Papa and Vincenzo
last night.

He was saying terrible things.

What he would do to her --
To the girl, Marianna.

Scusi, scusi.

I'll open the doors
for the funeral, Father.

Thank you, Dorothy.

Father, do you really believe
a wife must obey her husband?

It's not a matter of belief.
It's how things are.

How they have been since
our Lord first created mankind.

Well, perhaps times
have changed, Father.

I hardly think it's your place
to question, Dorothy.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need
to prepare for the funeral.

You know I love the church,
Father,

but from what I understand,

the Protestant church
has a much more liberal view.

Are you saying that --

All I'm saying is that

this decision
could affect a lot of souls.

Myself, Hugh, and at least
three or four children.

So I will have to think long and
hard about, well, everything.

What are you doing here?

Inspector thought
it might be a good idea,

tensions being high.

I don't understand why people
who hated Nonna Luisa

would come to her funeral.

Might be
to make sure she's dead.

You don't think
there'll be trouble.

If there is,
I've got it covered, Dottie.

Roberto Salvatore.

Papa Antonio is the padrino.

Lord, do not
call your servant to account,

for no one can stand guiltless
in your presence

unless you grant him forgiveness
of all his sins.

Therefore, we pray,
in passing judgment,

you will not let your sentence
fall heavily

on one who is commended to you

by the sincere prayer
of Christian faith.

But with the help of your grace,
may your servant,

who during life
was sealed with the sign

of the Blessed Trinity,

be found worthy of escaping
the doom of your vengeance.

We ask this of you who live
and reign forever and ever.

Amen.

Sorry.

Miss, is everything all right?

Yes, Dot.

I think everything's
starting to make sense.

Miss.

Marianna!

How are things
between you and Vincenzo?

I couldn't help noticing
at the funeral you slapped him.

It was nothing.
It was a misunderstanding.

About?

I understand what it's like.

I feel like slapping my fiance,
Hugh, sometimes,

and we're not even Italian.

Vincenzo loves me,
and I love him.

One little fight
isn't gonna change that.

Does Vincenzo know
who killed her?

Is that what the fight
was about?

Please.
I buried my nonna today.

I need your help with something.

Is this Nonna Luisa as a girl?

I'm not sure.

It look like her.

Could that be Papa Antonio?

I don't know.
Maybe.

Do you think it's possible
that they were once in love?

The woman I know
no have no love.

You know,
when her own daughter die --

My wife --
She don't cry one tear.

Not a single one.

She was a bitter, twisted
old woman.

If she have a love,
she put here, into the food.

Well, I need to ask more people
more questions,

so thanks for the wine.

Oh, whoa.
No, no, no.

Bella, stay.

I'm sorry I can't ravish you,

but I still need to find out
who murdered Nonna Luisa.

Perhaps.

But I'm sure it will wear off.

Whoever he is,
he is a lucky man.

Where are Papa Antonio
and Vincenzo?

At the Cavour Club.

That's why I asked you.

So we could be alone.

And Roberto Salvatore?

I have no interest in this man.

My grandfather wants to buy
his loyalty,

so he bargains with me
as if I am a village cow.

Papa acts like a kind old man,
but he's not, Gianni.

Concetta, be careful
what you say. It's dangerous.

I do not care
about these things.

Can't you see?

It is only you I care about.

You are everything
I could ever want in a man.

And I would give myself
completely to you, Gianni.

All you have to do is ask.

But your family
has so many secrets.

I'd be duty-bound to --

Ma famiglia!

I would leave them in a breath
for you, Gianni.

- I would.
- Si.

Si.

They did come
from the same village.

Imagine where all this hate
has sprung from.

It makes perfect sense.

What greater force is there
than thwarted love?

Burning the midnight oil, Jack?

Grappa will do that.

I'm sure I was up
no later than you.

Oh, I was tucked up in bed
at a very sensible hour.

If you're waiting for me to ask
who with --

That's odd.

Why would Nonna Luisa

take out £6 every Thursday?

Wages?

There were none.
Only the family worked there.

Shopping?

That all came out of
the restaurant account.

This was her personal one.

Another one of her secrets.

What'd you say
you were up to last night?

- I didn't.
- Then why are you asking me?

No reason. It's called
civilized conversation.

Yes, I loved Luisa.

But her parents
did not approve of my family.

She wanted to run away,
to leave all the families.

But how could I,
leave everything I knew?

Is that when she stole the book?

Ah, she stole the book thinking
that I would follow her.

But there's more to life
than love.

Where were you
on Thursday afternoon?

Where I am always -- here,
with a good friend of mine.

- Your friend's name?
- Roberto Salvatore.

How convenient
that you can confirm

each other's whereabouts.

- Concetta?
- Si?

Thursday afternoon.
Where I was?

Here at the restaurant.

And with who I was?

Roberto Salvatore.

We, uh -- We are making
arrangements for the wedding.

Roberto will marry my Concetta.

Scusi, scusi.

I checked those
session times at the Davey, sir.

They were definitely Marianna
and Vincenzo's.

I've brought Vincenzo in
if you want to chat to him.

Thank you, Collins.

The numbers are different.
Substantially so.

The tickets are torn off
the roll in order,

but these numbers
are not sequential.

So Marianna and Vincenzo

went into the cinema
at different times.

I believe that one
is Vincenzo's.

Which means he arrived
much later.

Had time to attack Nonna Luisa
before he went to the pictures.

When exactly did you arrive
at the cinema

the day before yesterday?

I was late.
Marianna, she save me seat.

More than just a little late,
I think.

You would have missed
the one-reelers,

the Wurlitzer extravaganza.

Not to mention the first 15
minutes of the main attraction.

Don't be shy now, Vincenzo.

Not when things
are getting interesting.

Did Nonna Luisa find out
you were romancing Marianna?

- Collins, if you wouldn't mind.
- Yes, sir.

It won't be hard to prove
you broke in and attacked her.

You have no alibi,
and if your footprints match...

Foot on the chair, please, sir.

Hold on a moment, Hugh.

56, 57,

58.

- How many should there be?
- 59.

- You have been studying.
- Mm-hmm.

Should I write up
the charges, sir?

Not quite yet.
That'll be all, Collins.

Sir.

I can charge him with assault,
not a great deal more,

given the cause of death
was poisoning.

That's exactly
what I'm thinking.

Phryne?

Well, it's right here, Jack.

It's all
in the coroner's report.

"Under normal circumstances,

amanita phalloides poisoning
would take six to seven hours,

but the patient's
compromised liver function

means a more likely ingestion
period of three to four hours."

She ate the mushrooms
at breakfast.

And there was egg in her stomach
as well as mushrooms.

Frittata di funghi?

It all comes back to the food.

Vincenzo's a hard nut to crack.

Even if he knew, I doubt torture
would get it out of him.

But love might.

It can bring even the toughest
men completely undone.

You sure this will work,
Miss Fisher?

Of course I'm not sure.

Where's Vincenzo?

What, no hello, Jack?

Where's the respect, eh?

- I did not see Vincenzo.
- I saw him come in.

- Vincenzo.
- Oh, Jack.

Basta, please.

Please, Miss Fisher,
Inspector --

No.

- I understand everything!
- No!

I understand every time
her family touches something,

they destroy.

She is gonna break your heart,
Vincenzo,

like mine was broken.

I don't care what happened
in the village

all those years ago.

I don't care what happened
last year or last month.

All that matters
is what happens now.

I love Vincenzo.

Eh, love! Love.

- No.
- Marianna, it's okay.

Step aside, please.

Vincenzo will be charged
with murder.

There's a slim chance
he'll get a lenient judge.

But the most likely sentence is
that he'll --

Hang?

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid Vincenzo isn't
the man you thought he was.

Why do you flinch?

Did Vincenzo do this?

No, he would never.

Your grandmother?

She used a rolling pin.

And what was it
that prompted this beating?

It never took much.

She didn't like the way
the garlic was chopped.

It helps
bring out the flavor more

if you crush it
with the flat of the knife.

But this was about
more than that, wasn't it?

She'd found out about
you and Vincenzo.

Did Marianna know
what you were planning?

No.
She knew nothing.

But she found out that
you'd attacked her grandmother,

and she didn't report you
to the police.

Which would make her
an accomplice after the fact.

I told you, she knew nothing.

You want to know why?

Marianna...

She find this,

underneath the floorboards where
the old woman had hidden it.

She brought it upon herself.

When she was going to make
that dish, a Strano dish --

Strati dell'arcobaleno.

My nonno, he always knew
she stole the book.

When she announced
she was serving it

on the first night
of the festival,

it was a slap in the face
to my family's honor.

A disgrazia.

- So you poisoned her?
- Si.

How?

- With the mushrooms.
- The death caps?

Yes.
I forced her to eat them.

- When you broke in?
- Yes.

I force them down her throat.

This withdrawal of £77 --

She made it
the day before she was killed.

And she drew a bank check
against it to a travel agent.

£77 can buy you a lot of things.

A steamer ticket back to Italy.

She was gonna send me away.

I couldn't go back
to the old country.

What would I do in the village?
I was born here.

It would have been the end
of you and Vincenzo.

It would have been the end
of my whole life.

You had to pick your moment.

When did you find out
that Marianna

had poisoned her grandmother?

No.

I did this.
It was me, okay?

You broke in, yes.

You tried
to get the recipes back.

You tried to sabotage the dish
that she was making.

You didn't try to kill her.

Nonna Luisa put up more of
a fight than you were expecting.

But it was the mushrooms
that did the job.

She'd eaten those hours earlier.

No.

No.

Please, Jack, take me.

Please, leave Marianna.
No.

Miss Fisher, please.
Spare Marianna.

Take me, please.

Okay?
Take me, not Marianna.

Me. I did.

Please, Jack, come on.
Please.

It's too late.

You know what she said?

That she'd pay a gunman
to kill Vincenzo.

She's done it before.

Nonna was the one who paid
to have that man shot

in the Italian Workers Club.

Fabrizi.

And who was this gunman?

She wouldn't say.

Your grandmother took out
£6 every Thursday.

Do you know why?

Every Thursday night a man would
come to the restaurant.

She was paying the gunman
in installments.

Can you describe this man?

He has a scar.

You are not welcome here.

Would you please leave us?

The men want to talk.

- Get up.
- I prefer to sit.

You'll spend a lot of time
sitting in a prison cell.

You're under arrest.

And you come all by yourself?

I have a friend with me
you should know about.

Do you have a friend, Inspector?

He has at least one.

Ah.

Now things
are getting interesting.

The thing you should know,
Inspector Jack Robinson,

is that whatever you do to me
is not the end of our business.

I will not touch a hair
on your little policeman head,

but I do know the names
of the people you hold dear.

Go ahead and I'll shoot you
right between the eyes.

Just like
your poor old papa's painting.

On the table.

I know you're the padrino
of the Camorra.

You think your little
foot soldier was loyal to you?

He was playing both families
off against each other.

He took your orders
to burn down Carbone's,

but he also took money
to kill Concetta's husband.

The feud is over.

Today all past scores
are settled.

I'm very pleased
with your progress, Hugh.

I think you will make
a fine addition

to the ranks of the church.

Thank you, Father.

But there is just
one little thing to be said.

A correction, if you like.

A slight adjustment
about the role of the woman

in the Catholic home.

Of course we must
take into account modern times.

It goes without saying that
nothing is written in stone.

Except the commandments.

Weren't they?

Yes, of course,
the commandments.

But my point is
that times are changing,

and perhaps the role of
the woman in the Catholic home

will need to change
along with them.

Have you thought about it,
Gianni,

what I am offering to you?

I've thought of nothing else.

First, there is something
I need to make sure of.

For myself.

You don't need to say it.

Your heart is...

It's taken.

I care for you.

You deserve to be happy --

I will be fine.

And Roberto will hang.

And when I marry again,
it will be for love.

But you are taken.

The inspector to see you,
Miss Fisher.

Not eating Italian tonight,
Jack?

Strands is closed.

Looks like you'll have to
make do with me.

Looks like we'll have to make do
with each other.

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