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Hey, Sadie.
I think we've got something.

Come on.

So here.

Might be man-made,
possibly organic.

Map it.
We'll check it tomorrow.

Why not now?

- It's nearly 4:00.
- It's light until 8:00.

- I've been down twice already.
- Maybe I could dive.

I can buddy up with him.

- Come on.
- Alright.

Leo, we're going back down.

- Here we go.
- Good.

Are you sure about this?

I'll be fine, honey.
Don't worry.

I'll take good care of him,
I promise.

Relax.
I'll be super careful.

I'm not messing up the chance
to be the first person

in 8,000 years
to set eyes on this thing.

I wanna be there if you do.

What,
you're changing your mind?

- Do you mind?
- You're the boss.

Your tanks, Sadie.

I'll get them ready.

That's alright.
She can use these.

Thanks, sweetie,
it'll save time.

Let's go.

Help! Help!

- Luisa!
- What's happening?

- Help!
- Gianni!

- Leo!
- Leo, go help her!

Nick! Nick!

Grab him!
Leo, help him!

- Give him your hand!
- Take it off.

Grab him, Gianni!
Help him! He's not breathing!

Gianni, get him up,
get him up.

- Hey, come on.
- Leo.

Nick. Nick!

You look chilled out, for once.

Should try and do
this kind of thing more often.

We should.

What's going on?

That's one of the coppers
from Naples.

- I won't be a minute.
- Oh, Dad.

- One minute.
- See you in a bit.

I'll be one minute.

I'll help you.

- Grazie.
- Prego.

Such a bloodhound.

Thank God he is.

I would have been
in a lot of trouble without him.

Yeah,
there has to be some benefit

to having a policeman
in the family.

I keep forgetting
we are related.

Yeah, it's weird, right?

Yeah, it's weird.

But good, too.

Yeah.

Good, too.

You're both dealing with a lot.

Me, your grandparents,
the rest of your family...

...we are here if you need us.

Yeah. Thanks.

Come on.

Gennaro will roast my bones
for ossobuco if I'm late.

Americans?

From a university
in Florida.

Some kind of scientists,
you said?

- Marine archaeologists.
- What were they looking for?

Prehistoric shipwreck.

Thought they'd found it,
dived down to look,

dead when he surfaced.

And they were married?

Yeah, two kids back
in Fort Lauderdale.

Poor woman,
not able to save him.

Perhaps she didn't try.

There was a couple
of honeymooners

went diving off Sorrento.

Her air supply failed,
he claimed a malfunction.

- And was it?
- Well, let's just say

that I sometimes think
of signing us up

for scuba lessons when Gennaro's
at his most annoying.

So what do you think?

She looks the part, eh?

You nervous?

It's just waiting tables.

Right, well I guess
that means I'm unemployed.

I'll make myself scarce.

- Good luck.
- See you later.

- See you in a bit.
- Ciao.

Ciao.

How come you know about this?

I only received it an hour ago.

Er, I just happened
to be there.

- You happened to be there?
- You don't believe me?

I believe
you are a workaholic, Joe.

That doesn't mean
that I'm wrong.

Did you get the background
I sent you?

Yes, I'm reading it now.

A lot of people
lost a lot of money.

He was cleared
of any wrongdoing.

But found to have been
professionally negligent.

Okay, Joe,
I will chase up the postmortem,

although drownings at sea

usually turn out to be
an accident.

Okay. Thanks.

I'm gonna have a swim.

- Now?
- Yeah.

I need to cool down,
and so do you.

Hi.

Hey.

Can I...

So, my dad says
you went to prison.

Yeah.

What else does he say?

Er, that you're turning
your life around.

Mm.

Was it drugs?

- He told you that?
- No, just that

you were caught smuggling.

Yeah.
Fake handbags and...

...sunglasses.

Ah.

What was, um, prison like?

Er... degrading.

What would you say
to somebody

you were worried
might end up there?

I don't know. Er, I would say,
"Don't. Just don't."

- Angelica!
- Coming!

Do I know this somebody?

Er, no, I don't think so.

Perhaps I could speak to them.

Er, no, no, it's okay.

There you are.

Ah, I'm not hungry, Elena.

Forget about dinner.

- I need help.
- Help from me?

I'm a server down,
with a full set of covers,

and three sitting at the bar.

Well, I waited tables
as a student.

I'm sure
it'll all come back to me.

The dishwasher's packed in, Joe.

- Are you winding me up?
- Relax.

You have to soak these ones.

Get yourself to the bar.
Your shift is over.

Bravo.

Don't I recognise those guys?

Quite possibly.

Who are they?

Nobodies
who want to be somebodies.

Can I get you guys
anything else?

Angelica?

Angelica?

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

- Has someone said something?
- No, it's no big deal.

You're not going to get
in trouble.

I just asked
if they wanted anything else.

And?

The fat one...

he said...

What?

He said
he wanted to see her naked.

Dad, no, don't,
I can handle this.

You little bitch.

Joe.

- Hey!
- Dad!

Hey!

Gennaro. What the fuck?

My apologies, Signor Di Biasi.

Put the thing down.

Not until he does.

Since when did we come here
to get insulted like this?

My son-in-law
meant no disrespect.

Your son-in-law?

He's visiting from England
with my granddaughter,

the young woman
who was waiting at your table.

You.
Go and wait outside.

Okay.

Join us.

Have a drink.

Mm? Amici.

Go, Angelica.

Joe, er...

Go on.

I-I need you to come and
help me in the kitchen, please.

It's over.

Look after yourself.

Who the hell's that?

A local businessman.

Businessman my arse.

He has a canning factory.

Yeah?
And thugs with guns.

- He didn't pay his bill.
- I didn't ask him to.

And that's a courtesy
you extend

to a lot of local businessmen,
is it?

Leave it, Joe.

What the fuck is going on,
Gennaro?

It's complicated.

Do you know, then?

Luca?

His name is Di Biasi.

He's a boss.

How do you know that?

Everybody knows that.

Are you involved with them?

No. The people
I was involved with,

they're involved with him.

Are you still involved
with them?

Don't ask me that, Joe.

Dad.

Are you okay, sweetheart?

I was so scared.

I'll never let anyone hurt you.

Not for me.

For you.

You're early.

Got the ferry at 6:00.

What time did Gianni call you?

- He didn't. Why would he?
- Your drowning.

It's suspicious.

Experienced diver, no
underlying medical conditions.

We've got witness statements
from everyone on board.

Wanna come up?

We're interviewing
Mayweather's wife.

Er, that's not why I'm here.

Do you know Rocco Di Biasi?

You want to know about
the Di Biasis?

50 years of cases
involving the Camorra,

of which the Di Biasis
are just a small part.

Now, you wanna spend all day in
here looking for God knows what,

or you wanna make
yourself useful?

Sadie Mayweather
is waiting upstairs.

Nick Mayweather was responsible

for a major
cryptocurrency collapse.

That must have caused you
a lot of problems.

That was almost three years ago.

He lost $50 million.

That's a figure
that's not easy to forget.

Yeah, but my husband got
his licence back.

Tell us about your scuba gear,
Professor.

Did you bring it with you?

We couldn't afford to.

My grant from the university
wouldn't cover it.

Can I ask where you got it?

A local dive shop.
Luisa hired it.

Luisa Zenati.
She's part of our expedition,

although she's, er...
she's based here.

And-- And how do you know her?

I taught her to dive.

In Florida.

We were friends.

But her husband,
he has health problems.

He lost his job,
and they had to leave.

It was Luisa who alerted me

when the artefacts were found
on the sea floor.

Would she be responsible
for ensuring

all the equipment worked?

Divers check their own gear.

What if there's a problem?

Then Leo might try and fix it.

He's our dive assistant.

Luisa's stepson.

I thought this was being
investigated as an accident.

We're just keeping an open mind.

Super-fit people don't just drop
dead without an explanation.

They friends of yours?

My fan club.

They know I'm state police.

Do they always stare like that?

Why do you come?

Because I make them feel
uncomfortable.

Do you really wanna
freak them out?

Drink that.

We're going to dance.

Whoo!

Whew!

Jesus, Lara.

What?

You're not having a good time?

No, I am, yeah.

It's just...

It's just your wife is dead.

She's gone,
and I'm sorry for you,

but you can't stop living.

I'm trying.

Try harder.

And keep your nose
out of my fucking cases

unless I ask for your help.

- The drowning?
- No, stupido.

Rocco Di Biasi.

You can't put every bad man
behind bars, Joe.

And even if we could,
it won't bring her back.

- Ferry?
- Mm-hmm.

You'll be fine here.

Go to sleep, Joe.

Ah, shit.

That was painful.

Good.

Prison works.

- Lara, if I--
- Er...

Joe, forget it.

I have.

You're not my type.

Our colleagues at Guardia
di Finanza have come through.

More than 23,000 investors
across 45 countries

took a bath
when crypto exchange collapsed.

At least a third racked up
losses in five figures.

That's a lot of people who
may want Nick Mayweather dead.

Penance.

Coffee?

Please.

You okay?

Don't know how you do it.

Practice.

Looks like someone
is splashing the cash.

These renovations
must be costing a fortune.

Quite something, aren't they?

Expensive.

I like pretty things.

Life can be so ugly.

Poor Nick.

That's why we're here,
Miss Zenati.

Mrs Hughes.

I use my married name here
in Italy.

And when I'm running up a debt,
of course.

Who are you?

They're police officers, honey.

Police?

They're here
about the accident.

Accident?

Nick's accident, you remember?

Who's Nick?

You know Nick.
Sadie's husband.

I'm hot.

Let's get you back upstairs.

- When are we going home?
- We are home.

Will you excuse us?

Leo, I told you
to look after your father.

I'm the only one that ever does.

Come on, Dad. You're okay.
Up the stairs.

Easy.

Why don't we take this
out onto the terrace, hmm?

Follow me.

He was working
on stem-cell therapy.

Now he barely knows
what day it is.

Must be so hard--
for both of you.

It'd be a lot harder
if we hadn't squeezed

a severance payment
out of them.

We just have a few questions.

I've already given a statement.

You told our colleagues
that Sadie Mayweather

changed her mind about diving
at the last minute.

Well, she was tired.

She wanted to be there with Nick
in case anything was found.

It seems she was determined to
be down there with her husband.

Just the two of them.

- You surely can't think--
- She was the only one with him.

It's most likely
a kit malfunction.

Well, then,
I had a lucky escape.

Nick wasn't comfortable
with his breathing regulator,

so we-- we swapped.

- What, the mouthpiece?
- Reg, tanks, the lot.

There wasn't time to strip it
and put it all back.

What are you trying to say?

Looks like

it was an accident after all.

How did you work that out?

Well, it's hard to see
how Nick Mayweather

could've been targeted
by an irate investor

when the tanks were swapped.

Christ's sake.
There'll be nothing left.

Hair of the dog?

You'll feel better.

I can hardly feel any worse.

How are you getting on?

- Er, I'm not.
- Then it's a good job

I asked Gianni
to go through the list, as well.

Massimo Costa.

He bought $200,000 worth
via an Italian trading platform.

Lost the lot.

He's based in Naples.

Well, surely
that's just a coincidence.

The captain of the boat
is called Costa.

Is that a coincidence, too?

- We should go and see him.
- Not now, Joe.

In the morning.

You need to get
some sleep first.

- Where is everybody?
- We had to close a bit early.

What's happened?

Jesus, are you alright?

It looks worse than it is.

We'll be the judge of that.

Is someone gonna fill me in?

He felt dizzy,
so he went for some air.

They were waiting for him.

- Who were?
- He doesn't know.

Or he won't say.

Luca, why don't you
walk Daria home,

and you and I will go back
to the apartment, Angelica.

Maybe he'll talk sense with you.

No.

Not until you tell me.

Are you hungry?

Now?

Let's eat.

My grandfather had a store
like this.

Cooked the day before,
cooled overnight.

- What's in it?
- Ah.

Arborio rice, garlic,
onions fried in butter,

simmer it with white wine,
chicken stock,

maybe a touch of milk,
mozzarella, egg, and herbs.

I added mincemeat to mine,
yes, for my nonno's sake.

Arancini was all
he ate towards the end.

- Signore.
- Grazie.

E' mica piccante?

No. No piccante.

It's just marinara.

We used to swap the label
of the bottles

and give them chilli sauce
instead.

They had to buy a cup
of almond milk.

We'd double our customs.

Mmm. That's amazing.

They pack a real punch, eh?

Speaking of which...

...was it Di Biasi's men?

Why, Gennaro?

They must've asked around.

About you.

My son-in-law.

The policeman.

It's a warning.

"Keep your mouth shut."

About what?

If I tell you, I won't be.

You're late.

- Long story. Sorry.
- Huh.

Did you ask him
about the crypto?

He just laughed.

He said if he
or a member of the Costa family

had $200,000 to spare,

he wouldn't be skippering
some other fool's boat.

He'd buy his own.

That's it?
You're exonerating him?

Makes sense to me.

You're walking away?

I'm not walking away
from anything.

He just told me there's a camera
on the underside of the boat.

Wait. What does it show?

We didn't have time.

My funding only covered
the boat hire for six days.

The captain told me
it would only have taken

a couple of hours.

Plus the time
it would have taken

the repair guy
to come from Naples.

It would've cost us half a day.

It's quite the coincidence,
isn't it?

The camera breaks unexpectedly,
you refuse to get it repaired.

On the one day we need to know
what went on underwater.

What are you trying to imply?

It seems you took the chance
to be alone with Nick,

out of sight of everyone,
and the CCTV camera.

Is that why you changed
your mind about diving?

- Why would I kill him?
- He almost ruined you.

Nick almost ruined
a lot of people.

My sister, our cousin,
Luisa--

Luisa?

Luisa Zenati.

You ask her.

Not now.

It's the tox report, boss.

The deceased had abnormal levels
of helium in his trachea.

It's mixed with nitrogen
and oxygen

to help the divers go deeper.

Then they'd expect to find it.

Not at such high concentration.
And listen to this.

"If you breathe helium, your
body does not absorb oxygen,

so it stops creating CO2,

and you do not feel
any need to take a breath."

Breathing helium seems normal,

right up until the moment
you pass out,

in anything
between 10 and 60 seconds.

It explains why he drowned.

But not
how it got into his system.

Maybe whoever filled his tanks
got the proportions wrong.

- Messed up.
- Or...

tampered with them
deliberately.

- What now?
- We go and eat. I'm starving.

Oh, good. Me, too.

Er, not you.

You've got work to do.

What?

Go through the list
of investors.

Again?
There are 8,000 names

and not in alphabetical order.

You've only got to find one...

...Zenati.

Or should that be Hughes?

Angelica.

You're upset with me.

Why would I be?

The other day, er...
I went too far.

No, not too far.

Just too fast.

I'm sorry. It's just...

...I never met anyone I like
as much as you.

I need to ask you something.

Anything.

Are you dealing drugs?

No.

- Don't lie to me, Daniele.
- I'm not.

I saw you the other day.

I had some of the grass
we smoked left over

and I gave it to a friend.

- No, no.
- Wait. Wait.

I carry things.

For a friend.

He lets me sell a bit
on the side.

Angelica,
you have money.

Choices.

I'm just trying to earn enough
to give myself a future.

But I will stop.

You'd do that, for me?

I'll do anything.

I think we can rule out
Sadie Mayweather

- for her husband's murder.
- What makes you say that?

Well, she's a suspect
because she turned down

the chance to get
the underwater cameraman.

But we now know that
he can't have been sabotaged

beneath the surface.

The helium must've got into
his tank before he dived.

She could've messed with his kit

when they were still
on the deck.

Nick and Luisa swapped rigs.

If Sadie had tampered
with Nick's gear,

it'd be Luisa who'd be dead,
not him.

Hm.

Hm.

She invested
under her married name.

She wasn't joking when she said
she used it to run up a debt.

Nope.

- Signora?
- Grazie.

- Signore.
- Grazie.

Grazie.

Oh, careful.
Taste it first.

I've heard they swap the labels.

Swap labels.

Here are.

Mm.

Luisa Zenati-Hughes.

Is that an "I"?

Maybe a "U"?

Hm.

You got a pen?

I wanna try something.

Wait.

Thank you.

He was breathing pure helium.

Come with you, why?

It's better than doing it here.

You'll be interviewed,
under caution.

This is a joke, right?

I'm afraid not, ma'am.

You admit
you swapped the tanks.

He was a friend.

Who lost you $40,000.

We know about
your investment.

I had five times that much
at risk.

If Nick hadn't tipped me off,
we would have lost everything.

Argh! Argh!

It's okay.
Just calm down. I--

I leave you alone
for five minutes.

It's not his fault.

Oh. Oh, God.

Okay, er, let's get him
to the sink.

Come here, sweetie.

It doesn't look too deep.

Just lean here.

It's okay.

Just keep it under the tap.

Where's that come from, Leo?

God, that stupid boy.

He's always leaving pens
in the pocket.

Nick wasn't your
intended target.

It was your stepmother.

It must've been a shock
when Sadie said

she wanted to swap places
with her...

- Do you mind?
- You're the boss.

Your tanks, Sadie.

I'll get them ready.

...use the same gear.

That's alright.
She can use these.

Even a bigger one
when he turned up dead instead.

Help! Help!

We're searching your phone
and PC as we speak.

Your fingerprints are
all over this, quite literally.

Does your dad like it here, Leo?

Not much.

Too hot for him?

That...

...and other things.

It must be difficult for you.

Only seeing him now and then.

Worrying
if he's being cared for.

I just wanted him
to be able to come home with me.

That's enough. Thank you.

Let's go, Leo. Follow me.

Let's go this way.
Oh, wait, wait.

Hey, hey. He-- He's only 16.

H-He should have
an appropriate adult with him.

He will have a lawyer.

Well, I should be there, too.

Do you think
he tried to kill her

- before she spent all the money?
- Yeah.

Make sure he had some left over
to pay for the poor man's care.

He really
thought it all through.

Well, he didn't account for
Luisa and Nick swapping tanks.

Stupid kid.

I like working with you.

I think I owe you an apology.

I thought
we'd forgotten about that.

Oh, for what I said
about you being a workaholic,

and what I implied.

You're right.

I'm overcompensating.

Which is why I'm offering
to help.

Let me look at Sofia's file.

With fresh eyes,
maybe something stands out.

You can do me a favour
in return.

What's that?

Help me take down
Rocco Di Biasi.

Okay.

Let's do it.

Don't.

Er...
have you got a moment, Gennaro?

I've got 80 covers for dinner,

and 90 minutes
to get ready for them.

We need to talk.

What is it about, Joe?

A certain local businessman.

Tell me what's going on,
Gennaro.

He's extorting me, okay?
I borrowed money from him.

What for?

To open a bar in town.

Sofia didn't tell you?

No.

She helped me plan it.

I was hoping maybe she would,
er...

come back and run it.

I thought it was
an import-export thing

you discussed.

You know, olive oil,
fancy pasta, cheese.

Eh?

It doesn't matter.

Tell me what happened
with Di Biasi.

I overextended myself,
and I had to close.

- And you couldn't pay him back?
- I did.

I paid him every cent.

But when I tried
to stop the payments...

He's threatening you?

He calls them
interest payments.

He says it's in my interest
to keep on paying.

How long's this been going on?

Almost two years.

And the restaurant is close
to go under.

Well, that's not gonna happen,
but you need to let me help you.

You don't get it, Joe.

You say no to these people,
you end up dead.

Gennaro.

We could be the first people

to track her down in years.

Is it Glenda Goodrich?

There's been
an unexplained death.

Wanna tag along?

People are cruel,
Inspector.

Especially about women.

It's 10 years later.

That is not the same woman.

What's the idea with Joe and me?

I don't know what you mean.

He belongs to Sofia.

Not forever, he won't.

I don't want her seeing
the accounts.

You are playing with fire.

How is that English girl?

You have to show her
who is in charge.

Angelica's boyfriend,
he's dealing.

She's with him now.

Angelica!

She drank too much.

Joe, let it go.

Prosecutor is happy
to charge him,

but is that
the smart thing to do, Joe?