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Hello? Is someone there?

HEAVY THUD, CAT SQUEALS

You're digging your nails in. Sorry.

GASPS, SCREAMS

"Look beneath the tiger's eyes".

Oh. We've found it.

THEY STRAIN

SHRIEKS

UPBEAT MUSIC

Andrea!

Honestly, you look awful.

Honestly, Santino, I'm fine.

Just go and lie down, leave this to me.

Stop fussing. Oh. Signor Carlotti, we have the head.

Ah! Congratulations.

Please. Santino.

Yes?

All: Ooh!

ANDREA: Ole!

Allora, two VIP tickets to our gala dinner

for our brilliant lady detectives.

Grazie. Thank you very much.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?

We have a winner for our Icebreaker Challenge!

JOE: It's a long way to go for an old film.

ANGELICA: Not just any film, Roman Holiday.

JOE: This was his idea? ANGELICA: Daniele's?

Yes, but I swear, it's a film festival.

Why would I make up something like that?

It's a good question.

I promised Gran I wouldn't lie again.

What about me?

I feel I can say anything to you, to be honest.

You're never listening.

I've told you that's gonna change.

Then I won't lie to you either.

Deal? Deal.

Anyway, why have you come to Naples? You never said.

I've got a debrief on that murder case.

Hopefully, the last one.

Then maybe we can spend some time together?

I thought that's why we were here.

Er, you wished I was dead not long ago.

I just wish that she wasn't.

I wish that too, sweetheart.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

There he is, the pride of British policing.

Don't know about that.

Martin Laxman. British Consulate.

Joe Mottram. Oh, I know who you are.

The Commissioner here's been waxing lyrical.

Look, I'd love to stand you a drink.

Inspector Sarrancino's just offered.

We can do that another time.

Mine's on the Foreign Office.

LAXMAN: Some bright spark will be suggesting a transfer next,

you mark my words.

JOE: I'm just here on holiday. LAXMAN: Don't worry,

I'll let you get back to your towel and your airport novels.

Actually, Joe, I wonder if I might beg a small favour?

Camilla, my niece,

she's helping organise a murder mystery weekend.

It's in your in-laws' neck of the woods.

On the island? That's right.

The damned writer's phoned in sick,

and it occurred to me that you might go in her place.

Me? The hero of the hour.

I didn't write anything. Won't they be disappointed.

A genuine Met Police detective?

I don't think "disappointed" would be the word.

And there'd be a cash fee in it for you.

What is it you like about her?

She reminds me of my mum.

And the clothes, of course. You like fashion?

I used to think I wanted a career in it,

but not any more.

What will you do, then?

Er, I don't know, but definitely work for myself.

What about you? What about me?

Well, are you gonna go to college?

It's not for the likes of me. That's such BS.

CLERK: Two tickets. My mum, she's sick.

She wouldn't want you to miss out.

Sure, but I can't afford it.

You could work, save up, go later.

Easy to say when you don't have to.

Sorry.

Hey, there is a party tonight.

I said I'd spend time with my gran.

FILM SOUNDTRACK PLAYS

Come on, it's starting.

I love this film.

Here. Grazie.

THUNDER RUMBLES

At least you'll get a decent meal.

Won't be a patch on here. Mm.

This evening... HANDS SLAP

...we're closed.

Luca, want to come to a fancy dinner?

Er, sorry. I have a date.

DARIA: Ciao.

Ah, what about Daria? You could take her.

Take me where? It's a murder mystery, see?

LUCA: You love all that.

I'm sure Daria's got better things to do with her night off.

Not really, my mum is with my sister tonight.

Anyway, I don't have a suit.

I'll find you one.

Mm. OK. That's settled then.

See you.

See you later. Yeah.

BELLS RING

Wow, Elena, you look amazing.

Are you still not talking to me?

SHE HUFFS That rather depends.

ELENA: I hope you know what you're doing.

She deserves some fun. They both do.

She's an attractive woman, Gennaro. So?

So, he's a man. Eh.

But that hadn't occurred to you?

One day, his heart will mend.

SHE SIGHS We need to get used to the idea.

And is this your wife, Inspector?

Er, no, no, just a family friend.

Just the two gentlemen together?

CAMERA CLICKS Lovely.

Sorry, may I just... You're dripping.

No, Santino. That's enough, Santino!

He's like a mother, not a boyfriend. THEY CHUCKLE

And this is Mr Miller and Mr Murray, Inspector.

Two of our most avid fans.

So avid, in fact, they turned up a day early.

Andrea was kind enough to invite us in for a cocktail.

I'm writing a crime story of my own.

I wanted to run some ideas by you.

There will be time after dinner.

What's wrong with now?

The next challenge is about to start.

And this is Camilla.

Mr Laxman's niece,

who publishes the book that inspired our event.

Thank God policemen are more reliable than writers.

LAUGHTER Might I have a word, Andrea?

I need to speak to Joe, in private. Oh, I shouldn't leave Daria.

Er, no, no, it's OK. Santino will take care of me.

By all means.

I'll be quick.

Pleasure to meet you.

I know. Not exactly Fort Knox.

DOOR UNLOCKS

JOE: Scorsese.

Any good? It's Santino's. He's obsessed.

ANDREA: Hmm. HE GROANS

JOE: You OK?

I'm type 2. My levels are all over the place.

ANDREA GRUNTS Maybe take your tie off.

Never. It's my way of sticking two fingers up to the disease.

JOE: Is that a good idea? Mm.

I receive enough lectures from Santino.

His poor mother was also diabetic.

Ain't you going to count it?

You'd cheat an officer of the law?

I would cheat anyone.

My finances are in a worse state than my health.

Thought you'd be making a mint from this mystery stuff.

Renting this place out, it just about covers the upkeep.

And my legal fees. The whole sorry story... is in here.

I'm a policeman, not a lawyer.

Don't worry, I only brought you in here

to avoid talking to Camilla.

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

CAMILLA: Am I interrupting?

I was just leaving.

Thanks for the drink.

You greedy little shit, Andrea.

CAMILLA: How dare you?!

Do you realise how disrespectful this is?

We wanted to book elsewhere. We came here as a favour to you.

WAVES CRASH, SEAGULLS CALL

DARIA: I've hardly spoken to Angelica.

Mm-hm, you and me both.

Elena said she's very spirited.

Headstrong, you mean. Opinionated.

Do you have kids? No.

Forget I asked.

No, no, it's OK, I don't mind.

It's a blessing, really. Er...

divorce is easier when no children are involved.

I can imagine.

I've been, erm, nursing my sister through cancer.

I'm sorry. You realise how precious life is,

how short.

Too short to spend it with someone you don't love.

I'm sorry. You don't need lectures from me about love.

Did you know Sofia?

No, but Elena has told me so much.

MURRAY: Wait! MILLER: Stupid game.

Leave me alone. We can see the villa tomorrow.

It's out of bounds for tonight. I'm going for a swim.

You don't have a costume or a towel. God's sake!

SIGHS

See if you can find another bottle of prosecco.

You think you should intervene? Nah.

I think a dip might sober him up.

ON MEGAPHONE: 'Ladies and gentlemen,

'We have a winner of the Sundowner challenge!'

CHEERING AND CLAPPING

Maybe we should bunk off and go for a swim.

Policemen are supposed to be reliable.

I'm off duty.

DARIA CHUCKLES Top up?

SANTINO: I've been looking for him for hours, it's ridiculous.

WOMAN: It's going to be fine.

Have you seen Andrea?

Er, no, not for about an hour or so.

We really can't start without him. Then go and look.

Right. It's a lovely dress, dear.

It's beautiful.

Ah, thank you.

I just hope it's not too hot.

DEEP GONG

MILLER: Hang on! Save some for me!

Someone else is running late.

This is wonderful.

Just hope it's up to your standards.

I'm sure it's delicious.

SANTINO: Someone help me!

Help!

Er, please stay here, everyone. I-I'm sure everything's fine.

WEEPING: Andrea.

Please, don't leave me.

Please, don't leave me.

SOBBING

MOUTHS

Santino. Santino. SPEAKS ITALIAN

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

WHISPERING: What are you doing here?

The party's boring without you.

ANGELICA: I told you I can't. Then come to the beach.

Well, I made a promise.

So? Live a little.

OK, wait here.

INDISTINCT POLICE CHAT

I'm so sorry. You don't have to apologise.

Hardly a fun night out, is it?

I was having a wonderful time. Until...

I've arranged a lift back for you. Are you not coming?

I need to stay. Yes, of course.

I will see you tomorrow. Yeah.

OK.

Ciao. Ciao.

FOOTSTEPS RECEDE

DARIA: Let's go. CAMILLA: So awful.

That poor man.

EXHALES

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

GIANNI: What is it? Sand, I think.

Can we get this glass to the lab?

Yes, of course.

JOE: There's blood here. And no glass.

And then, glass there, with no blood.

It's like three separate incidents.

I didn't know you smoked.

Everyone smokes.

Can I have some?

It's strong. Everyone smokes, Daniele.

If you're sure.

See, I'm not so angelic.

SHE SPLUTTERS, THEY LAUGH

There you go. It is strong.

LAUGHTER

EERIE SOUND

What's that? Extra-terrestrials.

LAUGHING: It's my alarm, dingbat.

EERIE SOUND REPEATS

I have to go back.

Please, stay. No, I promised I'd be back.

Five more minutes. Ah, hey!

Daniele, stop! Let go! Get off!

HE GRUNTS

Are you OK?

Yes.

CHUCKLES

DANIELE GROWLS PLAYFULLY

COUGHING

LIQUID POURS, SIGHING

You waiting up for me?

We've been arguing again.

Go on. Hurry.

Have you got me? Go, yeah.

Go! Have you got my leg?

Yeah, yeah. OK, up!

LAUGHTER Are you all right?

Yep. Oh!

Oh, yeah. Er...

...I thought it might help.

I don't need help. There's a thousand there.

If you need any more, just ask me.

Are you trying to insult me?

JOE SCOFFS

We're family, Gennaro.

You're insulting me.

Thank you.

Ah. Second time lucky?

Let's go.

THEY CHUCKLE

DISTANT LAUGHTER, THUD

SHE GIGGLES

I'm starting to think you're a jinx.

Ha. You're not the only one.

A trail of bodies wherever you go.

You wanted to talk to me? I need to interview you.

I told Gianni everything I know.

As a potential witness.

A witness to what exactly?

An argument, between the dead man and another guest.

CAMILLA: Take your hands off of me!

This is a diplomatic incident. Madam, please.

Joe.

Thank God you're here.

She's had to surrender her passport.

I'm sure it's just a formality.

No, they are saying that she is a suspect.

She just needs to account for her movements.

That's just it... she can't.

Joe.

Excuse me.

Just tell us what you know, and most likely we will let you go.

Or we could apply to the prosecutor to detain you,

for up to 96 hours.

Camilla, we have witnesses who have heard a heated exchange

between the deceased and you at 7:35pm in the same location

as his body was later discovered.

No-one recalls seeing Andrea alive after your argument,

and no-one saw you either.

Not until you came back for dinner

an hour later, at 8:35.

You went to change, didn't you?

You were wearing red when I met you,

but orange when we sat down for dinner.

Question is, why?

So the victim had a nosebleed?

She says it started when they were arguing. Wouldn't stop.

She tried to help him, got blood on her dress,

Andrea told her to leave him alone, then she left.

Or she stabbed him in a fury, panicked and fled, then felt better.

What were they arguing over anyway?

Andrea invoiced her for the hire of the villa

at twice the agreed price.

And why didn't she tell us all this when I first questioned her?

She did admit she threw a glass at him.

She says that shattered harmlessly.

Then found a piece stuck in his neck, didn't know what to think.

So the boyfriend thinks she's guilty?

Camilla says got it in for her.

Andrea asked her to give Santino a job,

she refused, she said he'd barely read a book in his life.

He's a movie obsessive, apparently.

And you believe her? She's still a suspect.

Until we can prove he was alive after she left.

BANGING

Postmortem is in, boss.

CURTI: Thank you.

That's the tox report... crime scene forensics.

The glass in his neck, the wound superficial. Not enough to kill him.

So what did? Heart attack.

Brought on by loss of blood, they think.

From a nosebleed?

There was an additional bleeding from the head wound

consistent with a fall.

He felt faint after the nosebleed,

dropped the decanter, fell, got the shard in his neck?

It is possible. His insulin levels were sky high,

according to this.

Must have been really unwell.

Warfarin, isn't that rat poison?

Blood thinner. Diabetics take it.

That could explain why he bled out.

Any mention of lithium?

Not in his system, no.

It says the brandy in the decanter was heavily contaminated with it.

Didn't he drink from it? Yeah, we both did.

Let's talk more over lunch, I'm hungry.

I know a great little restaurant.

Ciao.

Who's that with Joe and his friend?

Some big fish with the state police in Naples.

DINERS CHATTER

He thinks our son-in-law is God's annointed.

Yeah. He almost seems ready to name him Chief of Police.

THEY CHUCKLE

Well, wouldn't it be wonderful, if Joe was?

Would it be?

We'd see a lot more of Angelica.

That would be wonderful.

Mm-hm.

I don't even know if such a thing is even possible.

A transfer.

Well, everything's possible.

Elena, you're playing with fire.

LARA: His doctor says he managed diabetes

as well as could be expected.

She's adamant he's not the type to overdose deliberately,

or by mistake.

Maybe a third party injected him.

Where is the evidence for that?

Andrea wasn't prescribed warfarin.

Which suggests someone else may have poisoned him with it.

So why not with insulin as well?

CURTI: Mm-hm.

It's fast-acting if injected into muscle.

The victim goes into diabetic shock, followed by a coma.

LARA: It can kill, if untreated.

Yeah, but how do you inject someone without them noticing?

You fiddle with the prescription.

Just like in that movie.

I'm so sorry, I should mind my own business.

What film?

The husband poisons the wife with her insulin shots.

Erm, I can't remember the name of it.

Have you watched it recently?

Last year sometime, it's that, erm...

Italian-American director.

Scorsese? Scorsese.

Santino. Ha.

I think it's time we brought him in.

It's on my hard drive, so what?

And that's just a coincidence, is it?

All of his movies are, I watch them all the time.

When? When am I supposed to have done this horrible thing to Andrea?

Calm down, sir, please.

We just have a few questions.

I was taking photos, all night, you can ask anyone.

Trust me, we will.

Why?

Why would I kill him?

The one person I had left to me.

Without him I have nothing.

No partner, no money. Nowhere to live.

You can't stay here?

There's a court case.

Someone else is claiming ownership.

We found this in your Internet search history.

Yes, well, erm...

Andrea sometimes asks me to help with his injections.

I just wanted to make sure I knew what I was doing.

We know what you were doing.

You were giving him your dead mother's insulin instead of his.

JOE: That's her prescription, isn't it?

LARA: It's twice the strength of Andrea's.

I lost her a few months ago.

The last thing I wanted was to lose him too.

And what did you want?

Just to make him a little bit... sicker.

Just... a little more dependent on me.

Andrea was always saying that we should break up

because the villa might not be his for much longer.

He said that I should plan for life without him.

You know, get a job with Camilla, maybe go to London.

I don't know.

How do you explain this?

Yes, I-I...

I gave it to him as well.

Without his knowledge.

To reduce the risk of him getting a fatal blood clot.

Or to increase the risk of him bleeding out from a tiny scratch.

He confessed.

Yeah, but to what?

Messing with Andrea's injections?

Yeah, but that's some weird... Munchausen by proxy kind of shit.

Also known as attempted murder.

You can't prove he was directly responsible for the fatal bleed.

His prints are on the decanter.

His prints are all over every bit of the house, he lived there.

And what about motive?

He's left himself penniless, homeless.

Maybe he lashed out in anger.

Went to check on Andrea,

caught him pouring yet another brandy, lost his temper,

tried to grab the decanter from him.

Except he was taking photos all night.

We only have his word for that.

Well, you've impounded his camera.

It won't be hard to prove, either way.

Anything else?

There is, actually.

The Lithium. He wasn't poisoned with that.

Exactly. And I'm trying to work out why not.

It was found in what was left of the decanter

and both Andrea and I drank from it.

But neither of us had detectable levels in our blood.

SHE SIGHS

Every detail matters, right?

Right.

BELLS CHIME

JOE: Still here?

Yes. We've all been asked to stay on.

Shouldn't take much longer.

I hope not, I packed for two days.

There are shops on the island. We're out-of-work actors, Inspector.

We can't afford to pay those prices.

I'm under strict instructions from Oscar to find a launderette.

Good luck.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

It's very late. Sorry. Erm...

I lost track of time. No, no, no, it's OK.

Ooh, they're a happy-looking bunch.

The father had the villa built as a holiday home.

Then, he got himself jailed for smuggling guns and tobacco.

How very Italian.

And then government auctioned it off.

Mm-hm. Who's that cheery chap?

Oh, this is Franz Muller.

His family manufactured plastic in Germany,

but he made radical art.

Used the island as a bolt hole when Hitler came to power.

And what about during the war?

Ah, well, poor Franz had to scarper when the allies retook the island.

So he sold the villa?

That's what's disputed.

A local family, the Carlottis, they say he off-loaded it to them

in a tearing hurry.

Well, don't they have the deeds? Lost.

When they tried to sell it to a hotel developer,

the Muller family blocked it.

It's been grinding through the courts ever since.

Oh, they should just give it to the family

of the smuggler who built it.

JOE CHUCKLES Well...

What is it with this place and smuggling?

Well, Italians. They despise the state.

They like nothing better than to cheat it.

And of course, all the secret caves and coves.

And why are you interested in all this?

Erm...

I've been taken on as a consultant.

And they're paying me this time.

They're actually employing you? It's only for the summer.

I thought it might help keep me... you know.

Why do you think I keep so busy?

Good night. Night, Elena.

FOOTSTEPS RECEDE

GENNARO: Joe! Joe! What? What's happened?

Nothing. I thought we'd go fishing.

Fishing? Si.

JOE GROANS

Gennaro, It's five o'clock in the morning.

But the fish don't know that.

GENNARO: It's my way of saying thank you.

I will pay you back.

No chance.

I'm always happy to help.

Although I'm sure you won't need it.

Money...

...slips through my fingers.

There must be ways to make more of it.

You think I haven't tried?

Well, you've got a name. You should use it.

To do what? Write cookbooks?

CHUCKLES

Why not?

You sound like Sofia.

Forget it. Why?

Because I've mentioned her name?

You can't just change subject every time it comes up.

It's part of grieving. Of healing.

To talk about the one you lost with those who loved them too.

I can't.

Then learn it.

I just...

I can't.

I think we should go back up.

The fishing Gods are not smiling on us. Uh?

Joe! Joe. GENNARO LAUGHS

Joe, you've got something. Pull.

Joe, pull.

Never seen one like this before. It's a parrot fish.

Just asking to get caught. Yeah.

Being colourful obviously has its advantages.

It can attract a mate,

or protect your nest from a predator.

Protect a nest? Yes.

It's called distraction display,

to lure the focus away from something

you don't want to be noticed.

It's quite common in nature, huh?

And in most humans.

GENNARO CHUCKLES

So, ten minutes and it's done.

Grazie.

Worth it? Mm.

Best bloody breakfast ever.

THEY CHUCKLE

JOE: Come and look at this.

There's Camilla in the background.

Take a note of the time.

And now, this one.

That's Andrea. And his nose is bleeding.

At 7:46pm.

He was still alive when Camilla left to get changed.

Maybe it's time to give Miss Laxman back her passport.

Time codes can be edited.

But not the sequence the photos appear in.

You didn't tell me you took a date.

Er, well, I-I didn't.

That's not relevant.

What is, is that this photo...

was taken shortly after we arrived at 7:20pm.

So? So between then and dinner,

Santino took a further 232 photographs,

or roughly one every 18 seconds.

WHISTLES That seems like a lot.

The longest gap is less than a minute.

Whoever, or whatever caused Andrea to hit his head

and suffer a fatal bleed, it wasn't Santino.

You're saying he couldn't have been present when his boyfriend died?

Exactly. But someone else might.

GIANNI: Who's that?

Oscar Miller.

He likes his photo being taken.

It's called the distraction display.

He made sure to introduce himself to me, and I would see him swimming.

Announced his return in the most dramatic fashion, dripping wet.

He was trying to distract you? To get noticed.

Lure my focus away from his true intentions.

Which was?

Have you got a wetsuit?

It was built by a smuggler.

He'd want secret access to the beach.

That explains the sand on the scrapbook.

And why Oscar needed a launderette.

Dirty work, looking for deeds in a cellar.

This must be it.

Entrance the smugglers used. It should lead to the cellar.

If he comes back, this is how he'll get in.

We need to be ready.

LARA: Stop what you're doing! Don't move. Drop that.

WRENCH CLANKS ON FLOOR

Turn around.

Oscar Miller, you're under arrest.

HANDCUFFS CLICK AND WIND

Poor old Andrea.

Little did he know when he invited you in

he was showing you where to find the key to his study.

And how best to poison him.

There's no point denying it was you that put the lithium

in the brandy decanter.

It's on your prescription.

Lithium carbonate.

Must be difficult, being bipolar.

My colleague here drank from that decanter.

Luckily for him you hadn't got to it yet.

Unluckily for you, it allowed us to work out

that you must have contaminated it

sometime between him downing the brandy

and Andrea's body being found.

Lithium doesn't kill you.

The plan was to make him ill.

Send him to hospital.

Get him out the way so you could search the cellars in peace.

But it all went wrong, didn't it?

Which is why you had to go back.

Did Andrea catch you putting it in the decanter?

Is that how it got broken?

We've spoken to Max, Oscar.

He says you've inherited a case of papers when your grandfather died.

Peter Miller, or do I mean Muller?

Max says there was a letter alluding to the secret passageway.

And the deeds hidden in the cellar.

You became obsessed with finding them.

Restoring the villa to your family.

We found this among your things.

The kindest explanation is you tried to help

when Andrea collapsed.

Undid his tie, loosened his collar.

You were worried your DNA might be found on it.

Or did you keep it as a trophy?

It was only a tiny push.

CAMILLA: Well, then which of them is guilty?

Er, of murder, neither.

Involuntary manslaughter maybe.

Well, not even Santino?

They both tried to poison him to make him sick,

but using separate methods, and with different motives.

But Oscar admits that they got into a scuffle,

he pushed him.

His injuries weren't consistent with the use of force.

What, not even the glass in his neck?

That wound was superficial.

It's much more likely that he fell on it.

Well, what about all that blood?

That was the warfarin in his system.

It prevented clotting, he bled out.

In his weakened state, he had a heart attack.

Oh, that poor man.

Erm, thought that was our table.

Ah. Sorry, Joe.

Last minute walk-in. One of our regulars.

Ah. Not a problem.

We'll find somewhere else.

Er, did you ask Gennaro if he has time to say hello to Camilla?

I fly home tomorrow, I'm afraid.

Ah, I can only apologise.

My husband says he'd rather feed people than write cookbooks.

SHE CHUCKLES I'm... I'm so sorry.

JOE: Texting your dealer?

I'm waiting for Angelica.

Er, it was a joke.

Where you taking her? There's a place we all go to.

To drink? Light a fire. Play music.

All right, well, take good care of her, yeah?

Yes.

Night. Night.

MAN SPEAKS ITALIAN

How are you? Very good, are you good?

Who is that guy?

Father of a girl I'm seeing.

American? She's from London.

You know what they say about English girls, huh?

Mmmm... Do you have it?

Of course I have it, relax. Here.

What you doing? Come on, put it back.

Relax. Be good. I'll see you soon, yeah?

See you.

TENSE MUSIC

Ah!

Ciao. Ciao.

Who was that? Just a guy wanting to know the time.

Shall we go? Wait.

Please.

Ready? Yeah.

Rocco!

Sorry, bring a plate and some more wine, please.

Hey, Fabio!

Allora? Hey! Vino!

THEY SPEAK ITALIAN

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