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Previously on "Signora Volpe":

Welcome home.

You sound surprised.

You've never exactly stayed anywhere very long, have you?

Hello, stranger.

- Missed you. - I've missed you too.

Sylvia's happy and settled

for the first time in her life.

Sylvia used to be a spy.

Adam Haines. I used to be married to him.

You were born for the Service, Sylvia.

Why do you always look for trouble?

Raffaela.

- So, what do you need? - Nothing fancy.

Someone from Sylvia's past has tracked her down

- and abducted her. - Ah! No!

Where's my money, Sylvia?

He was going to kill me.

Hi, Adam.

I have to know the truth.

Hoofprints, my dear Watson.

Wild boar.

The hot summers make it hard for them

to find food and water.

Well, that's terrible, but why

did they have to pick on my garden?

As I may have mentioned, you need a new fence.

Well, I'll call Cesare. He'll sort you out.

OK. Thanks.

Coffee?

Definitely.

Hmm, I've been invited to a party.

Ah, yes, the wine launch at Tenuta Celeste.

That's great. We're going too.

But it's tonight.

So? Are you busy?

I thought Giovanni was still away.

Why should that make a difference?

But I don't know who invited me or why.

Well, who cares? Should be fun.

Anyway, I've gotta go.

We'll come by around five.

Great. Thanks, Isabel.

Isn't it magnificent?

The vineyard goes on for miles.

It's been in the Lazzarini family for generations.

So which one is Santo Lazzarini?

Uh, he is the one... over there, on the terrace.

Doesn't look as if he's enjoying his party very much.

No. Nerves, probably. It's a big day for him.

Tenuta Celeste's first biodynamic vintage.

Well, isn't that basically just organic farming?

No, it's more than that. It's about cultivating grapes

in tune with the cosmos.

Burying cow horns to fertilise the soil,

and harvesting when the moon is right.

Santo's made some big changes since he took over,

and there are... there are some who'd be glad to see him fail.

Who's that woman with Matteo?

That is Paola. That's Santo's aunt.

Except she's more like his mother, really.

What happened to his actual mother?

Took off when he was little.

Vile husband who made her life hell,

and then wouldn't let her take the kids with her when she left.

She... She died a few years ago.

- Hey! - Hi, Isabel.

- Thank you so much for coming. - Hey!

This is my sister, Sylvia Fox.

Sylvia, this is Flora Lazzarini.

Santo's sister and mistress of the grapes!

- Great to meet you, Sylvia! - And you.

Paola, how lovely to see you!

Mwah!

Do you know what it is, Signora?

It's a moondial, isn't it?

There's one like it in Cambridge.

Yes, I had it copied to celebrate the new vintage.

Some of the paint is still wet, so be careful.

It's beautiful.

But don't you have to be really good at sums

to make any sense of it?

I'm a mathematician. Or was.

Santo Lazzarini.

How does a mathematician become a winemaker?

I tried my best not to for a long time.

When my father died I used to live in America.

I wasn't expecting him to leave Tenuta Celeste to me,

and wasn't happy about it.

But I've tried my best.

And it appears you've succeeded.

Thank you.

How can I help you, Santo?

I think someone is trying to kill me.

What makes you think that?

Things that have happened.

Of course, they could be accidents but, um...

You don't believe they were?

There's been too many and I'm afraid.

Well, then you should go to the carabinieri.

Mm-mm. I think the person responsible is someone close.

You know who it is?

Not for sure, but before I confront them, I need proof,

and I want you to find it for me.

Santo? Santo!

I've been looking all over for you!

Sorry for interrupting. Darius Jefferson.

- Santo's husband. - Sylvia Fox. Hello.

Glad to meet you, Sylvia.

Santo, we need you. It's time to open up the first bottle

and Flora's getting antsy.

Of course.

Will you come back tomorrow, finish the tour?

OK. Ten o'clock?

Perfect.

Thank you all for coming here today,

and a special thanks to our guest of honour, Randall Wilkin,

wine critic of New York's "Epicure" magazine.

My father used to say that we Lazzarinis

don't have blood in our veins, but red wine.

We'll now see if he was right.

Randall is going to taste our new vintage,

and if he doesn't spit it out, you can all have some!

Santo...

this is superb.

Thank you, Randall!

Looks like I'm here to stay!

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

Your father would be so proud of you.

You did it! I knew you could!

Thank you.

Mama, what are you doing here?

Please don't...

Uh-oh, now there'll be trouble.

- Who's that? - Graziana Lazzarini.

The other sister.

Grazia, please.

Your wine is piss.

Graziana, you know it's not true.

Go home, Graziana.

You're making a fool of yourself.

This was my home,

until it was stolen from me.

Aurelio, let's go.

We don't belong here.

Go with your mother, darling.

Are you OK?

Will you go and check on Grazia?

Of course.

Will someone please tell me what all that was about?

Graziana and Flora Lazzarini worked at Tenuta Celeste

from when they were teenagers.

Their brother, Santo, was much younger.

He went away to university and never came back.

I'm sure you can guess the rest.

When the father died, he left everything to Santo.

Got it in one.

Domenico was old-fashioned

and stupid.

Did he know Santo was gay?

Dio, no!

Graziana has never forgiven Santo,

or Flora, for staying at Tenuta Celeste to help him.

They are a strong-minded family.

Matteo should know.

He used to go out with Flora.

Just one year, a long time ago.

Um-hm. Um-hm.

Your sister said it was urgent.

Can you help, Cesare?

Isabel tells me you're a miracle worker.

She's very kind but...

Uh, it won't take a miracle.

A few hours' hard work, it will be enough.

Isabel says I need a new fence.

Ah! I will build you one.

Thank you.

I have to go, I'm afraid.

- I'll catch you later. - OK.

- Bye. - Bye.

Damned boars.

- Signora? - Hello.

My name's Sylvia.

I was supposed to meet Santo here at ten.

Mm.

He is not picking up.

It's OK. I'll go and look for him.

Mm.

I saw him earlier, going towards the south end of the vineyard.

Thank you, Signora. Ciao.

Oh, Santo!

Signora, no, no!

Let me through!

What happened?

Is it Santo?

- You didn't touch the body? - No.

It was in such a terrible state, it was obvious that he was dead.

How did you come to find him?

There was a party here last night,

to celebrate the new vintage.

Santo took me aside and said

that someone was trying to kill him.

Sylvia!

Hello.

Sorry about the welcome back.

How was your trip?

Good. And, uh, I have news.

Who's that?

Darius Jefferson, Santo's partner.

He's American.

- Business partner? - No.

His husband.

Darius, I'm so sorry.

This is Capitano Riva.

Signor Jefferson.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Where is Santo?

I want to see him.

Not now. Can we please go inside?

- Careful! - Yep.

Ciao, Sylvia.

What's wrong?

Santo Lazzarini is dead.

I think it might have been murder.

Oh, my God!

I was the one that found the body.

I don't understand any of this. What... Um...

What were you doing there?

Santo asked me to go back today,

because he thought he was in danger.

I was too late.

Who was the last person

to see Santo Lazzarini alive?

Is it OK if we speak in English.

Of course, Signor.

Why won't you let me see him?

For your own sake, Signor Jefferson.

It looks as if he suffered from an animal attack.

Probably a wild boar.

My love.

I'm so sorry.

Roberto Peralta. Flora Lazzarini's husband.

They live on the estate.

Signor Peralta.

Do you work at Tenuta Celeste?

No. I work at the glass

factory in Città della Pieve.

Santo spent a fortune on fencing.

How did the boar get in?

How, uh? A section of fence was cut.

Deliberately.

If your fucking uncle did this, I'll kill him!

Of course he didn't!

Explain, please.

In Santo's father's time,

Giuseppe Peralta cut our fences

so the boar would get in and destroy the harvest.

Guiseppe is Roberto's uncle.

Once, maybe twice, years ago!

Why would he do it now?

You're wasting your time talking about Giuseppe.

- Ask them about Graziana! - Roberto, no! No!

Who's Graziana?

My sister.

- Scusi.

Santo Lazzarini was already dead when the boar attacked.

He was shot through the chest.

It's your job to look after all these weapons?

It's not my job. I do it because someone has to...

and Santo wasn't interested.

You took the key from a cupboard in the kitchen.

Why isn't it kept somewhere more secure?

It's always been kept with the other keys.

Are any guns missing?

No.

When were any of them last used, to your knowledge?

At the start of the hunting season.

We fired them into the air.

It's a tradition. If a gun isn't used, it dies.

- Who takes part? - The whole family.

But you said Santo wasn't interested.

I didn't say he couldn't shoot.

Domenico taught the children when they were young.

And Darius isn't bad for a city boy.

Mm.

The feud between your uncle and the Lazzarinis

must have been difficult for you?

Feud is a big word.

It was two old men annoying each other.

Have you told your uncle about Santo's death?

- I haven't had time. - Then don't.

We're going to pay him a visit later.

We'll have to take these guns for examination by ballistics.

Hello.

Have you come to tell me off?

Have you heard from anyone at Tenuta Celeste today?

No, and I don't expect to.

What's wrong.

Grazia.

Santo's dead.

What happened?

He was murdered.

No, no, no! No, no.

Darius!

What were you and Santo talking about yesterday?

He offered to show me round the vineyard.

Your reputation isn't exactly a secret, Sylvia.

Did Santo ask for your help?

I'm not sure I should tell you that.

I thought so.

I knew he was scared.

Of what, exactly?

Things kept happening. The...

brakes on his car failed.

He got trapped inside the fermentation room.

I think there were other incidents, but...

- Santo stopped telling me. - Why?

Because I was the one who made him come back to Italy.

You look like you could do with a drink.

Prego.

This is my son, Aurelio.

Signora, I must ask...

have you heard the news...

Yes, but my mother and I were together this morning.

We went for a long walk with Luna.

Aurelio, don't interrupt the captain.

It's OK.

Signora, tell me what happened at the party.

I'm sure you've already heard.

I'd like your version.

Prego.

I'm not proud of the way I acted...

but I had my reasons.

So tell us.

Santo had a miserable childhood

and the idea that we would give up our great life in California

to run Tenuta Celeste seemed crazy to him.

But not to you?

Santo's father was a bully.

Santo hated him and worshipped him at the same time.

When Domenico left everything to Santo,

it was like a sign that he trusted him, loved him best.

Like a test?

Yes.

And I was afraid if Santo didn't rise to the challenge,

he'd spend the rest of his life regretting it.

We agreed we'd give it a year,

and if things didn't work out,

Santo would hand everything over to his sisters,

and we'd go back home.

Did you tell anyone that was the deal?

No.

And long before the time was up,

Santo had become obsessed with Tenuta Celeste.

You don't work on the estate, do you?

I'm a para-legal at a firm in Perugia.

My American bar qualifications aren't valid here.

How do you get on with the rest of the Lazzarinis?

Flora and Roberto were pretty welcoming.

I think Paola found it a bit difficult at first,

but I'm a good cook and she likes that.

Santo wanted your help.

Now I'm asking - will you try and find out who killed him?

Santo thought the person trying to harm him was someone close.

OK. But if it were me, why would I ask you to investigate?

To make yourself look innocent?

Are you going to help me or not?

I hope Roberto

didn't warn his uncle we were coming.

I told him not to.

Signor Peralta?

Guiseppe Peralta? Is anybody home?

Keep trying Peralta's phone.

And get a search warrant.

We'll come back in the morning.

Mama, can I ask you something?

Are you upset about Santo?

Of course.

The quarrel was your grandfather's fault,

not Santo's.

He's still my brother. Was.

Will we move back to Tenuta Celeste?

Why do you say that?

I don't know.

You're the eldest, no?

And Santo didn't have children, so...

He's probably left everything to Darius.

You've made things worse!

What do you want me to do?

I have to go.

Have you talked to your uncle?

He's not picking up.

Signor Peralta?

Take a look around.

Make sure nobody's home.

Si.

Barzini.

You think there was a fourth gun?

Hey.

Ah! Hi!

- I've brought you a present. - Ooh. What is it?

Well, open it and see.

Mmm, it's lovely.

No, no, it's for your new fence, silly.

The... The jingling scares the boar away.

Ah! That's clever.

Thank you!

Coffee?

I'll just have a glass of water.

Is Matteo OK?

He was obviously upset about Santo.

Well, it was a shock for all of us.

He didn't know Santo that well,

but their families have been friends forever. Thanks.

When did Matteo and Flora get together?

When he first came back to Panicale to work.

Do you know why they split up?

Oh, I think it... it just sort of fizzled out.

A couple of years later, she married Roberto,

and then Matteo waited patiently for me to show up.

How do you get on with them? The sisters, I mean.

I like Flora, but we've never really clicked.

Graziana and I used to be good friends.

Oh dear.

She was funny and clever.

These days she's just permanently furious.

- It's, um... It's exhausting. - I can imagine.

The whole inheritance thing was a real mess, no question.

But Graziana went a bit crazy.

- Go on. - She contested the will.

That failed, and she's been trying to

ruin Santo's reputation ever since.

That bad fairy at the christening stunt

wasn't the first she's pulled.

Did she ever attempt anything more direct?

Like sabotaging the vines?

No, I... I don't think so.

What?

You're not suggesting that Graziana killed Santo, are you?

I mean, she's his sister.

Well, it's got to be a possibility.

Oh...

Do you know who will inherit the estates?

We'll find out later today...

when the will is read.

Do you have any financial stake in Tenuta Celeste?

Just my salary.

And I don't pay rent.

I keep the books...

make sure the bills are paid. That's all.

How long have you worked here?

Most of my life.

I moved north after my brother took over.

Then his wife left...

and I came back to look after the children.

Did you think it was fair

that your brother left everything to his son?

No.

But it's the way it works.

Thirty euros fifty, please, Signora.

Grazie.

Did you really think Santo's wine tasted like piss?

I have a Master's in oenology.

You make good wine with science, love, tradition.

Not with cow horns and the moon.

Arrivederci, Signora.

What's up, Barzini?

Darius Jefferson was a member of a shooting club in America.

Didn't Roberto Peralta say

he wasn't bad for a city boy?

Yes, and there's more.

On the morning of the murder

Jefferson left for work at seven

but reached his office just after ten.

He says he had an early meeting with a client.

You've checked with the client?

I've left a message, asking her to call me.

OK, good.

Any news on Peralta?

Not yet.

His vehicle hasn't moved

and none of his neighbours have seen him.

Doesn't look good, does it?

No.

I talked to Santo Lazzarini's bank.

He had an appointment to discuss a loan

secured against the property.

None of the family have mentioned that.

Maybe they didn't know.

Or maybe they did.

You know everyone, Signora?

I asked Sylvia to be here as a witness.

Why don't you just say you hired her to find Santo's murderer?

Not hired. Nobody's paying me.

Skip the legal language.

Tell us who gets Tenuta Celeste.

Under the terms of the will,

Tenuta Celeste is to be divided in equal shares

between Darius Jefferson,

Flora Lazzarini and Aurelio Bianchi.

Aurelio's share

to be held in trust for him by Graziana Lazzarini

until he reaches the age of twenty-one.

So he cheated me even in death.

- Grazia, it will be OK. - How?

You'll manage Aurelio's share for him,

and what's mine is yours.

I don't think your husband agrees.

We can work together again.

Please, Grazia, for the family's sake.

I'm not part of this family any longer.

Santo has made sure of that.

Addio.

Typical mathematician.

Divide equally, leave everybody screwed.

You'd have preferred all or nothing?

If I got everything, I'd have had to stay and carry on.

Nothing, I'd know it was time to leave, but this...

He's put you in a very difficult position, hasn't he?

When Santo made the will,

he wasn't expecting to die any time soon.

But he was already starting to care more about Tenuta Celeste

than he was about me.

Do you know how to read it?

No. Do you?

I only know it cost a lot of money.

It seems like a fitting memorial for Santo.

You looked after him, didn't you, when his mother left?

Santo was like a son to me.

You must have been sad when he left home?

No! I was happy he escaped.

Is that what you wanted to do?

I was a clever girl.

I wanted to go to university, but my father said no.

He made you stay, but left your brother everything?

I never expected him to do anything else.

Graziana and Flora

thought it would be different for them, though.

I tried to warn them, but they wouldn't listen.

Lazzarini men are all the same.

Tenuta Celeste is everything.

The people who live here, nothing!

- Hello. - Oh, Sylvia, hi.

Don't let me stop you.

Is this a busy time of year for you?

There are always things to do.

You must have been angry when your father

left everything to Santo.

Why did you stay on?

Angry but not surprised.

And Santo needed me.

He didn't know what he was doing.

Did you hope that he'd give up and go back to America?

Mmm, in the beginning, yes, maybe.

But Santo was stubborn,

and his ideas were good.

- You think so? - You tasted the wine?

- Yes. - Sometimes change is right.

Do you think Graziana will change her mind and come back?

My sister belongs here, just like I do.

Darius - I don't know.

Maybe he'll take the job in America now.

What job?

Uh... You and him seem close.

I thought he would have mentioned it

- No. - Then please don't say anything.

It's just I heard him and Santo fighting about it.

When was that?

A week ago.

Ciao, Sylvia.

Flora, I've cleared all the cuttings.

What should I do now?

Nothing else today, thank you, sweetie. You can go home.

Arrivederci.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

It's good that Aurelio seems so keen to help out.

The less time he spends here, the better.

Until Santo's killer is caught,

we are all in danger.

Hello there.

Where's your master?

Hey, Falco. Hey.

Ciao.

What's the dog's name?

Falco.

Hello, Falco.

Did you want something, Signora?

I was hoping to speak to your uncle.

You and many other people, but nobody knows where he is.

Does he live here alone?

Yeah. He never married.

So would you inherit the farm?

My uncle rents this place.

There's nothing to inherit.

Do you think he cut the fence that night?

No.

Domenico Lazzarini was the problem.

Since he died, everything has been OK.

So why has Signor Peralta disappeared?

It's the hunting season. He could be gone for days.

I'll leave you to get on.

Ciao, Falco.

Ciao.

Hey.

Come on.

Hey, hey.

I thought you were too busy to come over, Capitano.

I am. But one of my main suspects went missing,

and the other one has an alibi.

And... I'm tired.

And fed up.

What alibi?

Thanks for the sympathy, Signora Volpe.

Graziana Lazzarini...

was with her son, walking their dog.

You don't sound convinced.

The son was too quick to tell us where they were and, uh,

he sounded fake.

But there is CCTV evidence to prove it, so...

Can we forget about the murder and have a nice evening? Please.

- Sure. - OK.

But I should tell you that Darius Jefferson

has asked me to try to identify the killer.

Darius Jefferson? That's interesting.

I know he could be bluffing.

Will you let me know what you find out?

Absolutely.

Now, tell me about your holiday.

How are the kids?

Elisabetta left early to...

to go to her new job at the restaurant in Napoli.

Luca was upset because his girlfriend dumped him.

And Alessandro was OK. Well, mostly.

Sounds par for the course. Poor Luca.

It's his own fault.

He doesn't pay much attention to a woman once he's won her over.

He should learn from you, then.

And their mother has a new guy.

It sounds pretty serious, so...

How do you feel about that?

It's good.

She wants to move in with him, so...

she agreed to finalise the divorce and sell the house.

That's great news!

Now you can finally move out of barracks

and get a place of your own.

And get out of your hair?

Never.

But you'll be much happier when you have your own kitchen.

Oh... It's true.

Will I see you tonight?

If I can.

But don't spend all day making dinner, hmm?

Ciao.

Buongiorno, Raffaella.

How easy is it to access a CCTV system?

Pretty easy for me.

I hoped you'd say that.

I'll text you the details.-OK.

Capitano.

I just spoke to the woman

Darius Jefferson claimed to have a meeting with.

She never met him.

We need to bring him in.

- Hi. - Hi.

- How are you? - Good.

This is the footage from the enoteca's CCTV.

The timing fits with what Aurelio told the carabinieri.

Yeah, but the file has been overwritten.

- How can you tell? - The metadata.

If you were just checking the footage, you wouldn't see it.

- Unless you went looking. - Exactly.

And there's something else you should see.

The apartment block across the road has CCTV too.

Here's the footage from exactly the same date and time.

No Graziana, Aurelio or dog.

Yeah. So I looked at the footage from the day before.

Right people, right clothes, right dog, wrong day.

Somebody switched the footage from the morning before.

How hard is it to change the date stamp?

Easy. A child could do it.

A child like you were, maybe.

Are you saying I was a freak?

In the nicest possible way.

My classmates would agree with you.

OK, maybe not a child. But for a teenager, no problem.

How far back do the recordings go?

From the enoteca, three days.

But from the camera opposite, almost one month.

Raffaella, you're a treasure.

Where did you go to school? I don't think you've ever said.

It was so boring, I forget.

Stop, there!

Three days before the murder.

You know who he is?

Somebody I wasn't expecting to see.

Do you want to go back further?

Yes, please.

Look.

That's from ten days ago.

Gotcha!

Tell us what you were doing

on the day that Signor Lazzarini died.

I had a meeting at eight that morning.

The client cancelled and I wasn't due at the office

until ten, so I went on a walk.

Where?

I parked by the lake, near San Savino.

I walked towards San Feliciano,

then I went back to my car and drove to Perugia.

Why did you lie about your movements

on the morning of Santo Lazzarini's murder?

Because I was an idiot.

A week before the murder,

you and Santo Lazzarini were heard having an argument.

- What was it about? - Who told you that?

Just a normal couple fight.

We were meant to be go to a movie and Santo forgot.

Again, Signor Jefferson...

why did you lie to us?

Because I had no alibi,

and the spouse is always the first suspect.

Like I said, I was an idiot.

We have the results of the post-mortem.

Signor Lazzarini died from a gunshot wound to his left lung.

And now that the autopsy is complete,

the body can be released for burial.

Ciao!

A lot of people are looking for you, Signor Peralta.

Not a good idea.

Go!

Leave or I'll shoot you.

Please...

drop the gun.

Sorry, but we need to talk.

- Are you police? - No.

My name's Sylvia.

Why don't you sit down?

Did you cut the fence at Tenuta Celeste

the night before Santo died?

Yes.

In the hope the boar would get in and damage the vines?

Yes.

- Did you shoot Santo Lazzarini? - No.

But who will believe me?

I do.

I think.

You and Santo's father fought over a water source, didn't you?

There was no rain,

my crops were dying.

So I cut a canale from the river.

Then Domenico Lazzarini found it and...

blocked it and stole all the water.

Why not just make his own canale?

He liked to make people angry.

So, yes, sometimes I cut his fence.

And when Domenico died and Santo took over?

The same, to begin with.

Then Roberto explained to Santo, and he unblocked everything.

When did this happen?

Two years ago?

But three nights ago, you cut his fence again. Why?

Did someone come to see you that night?

I'm an old man. Who knows why I do things?

But I didn't kill Santo Lazzarini.

You told me you weren't the police!

I'm not. I'm sorry, but you need to talk to them.

Giuseppe Peralta,

I'm arresting you on suspicion

of the murder of Santo Lazzarini.

Thank you, Sylvia.

He cut the fence, but I don't think he killed Santo.

Well, according to the ballistics guys,

the bullet came from one of Peralta's guns.

One of his guns or a gun that you found at his house?

Hi.

- Hi. - How's the investigation going?

Who says I'm investigating anything?

Who says these plants need water?

Do you want a drink?

No, thanks. I can't stay long.

But you just wanted to ask...?

How well do you know Graziana's son, Aurelio?

Oh, I haven't... I haven't seen him for quite a while.

But?

A couple of years ago, he went through a bad patch.

There was an incident at school and a fire broke out in the gym.

Nobody got hurt.

It was a joke that went too far.

A joke?

It was a difficult time for Aurelio after his parents split.

He's settled down now.

What's the worst thing Alice ever did as a teenager?

Called school pretending to be me,

saying she was too sick to go on a geography field trip.

That doesn't sound too bad.

She went to a music festival, in Holland, on her own.

- How did you find out? - There was a ferry strike,

and she got stranded in Rotterdam without any money.

Whoops!

Remember when I was 16 and I went on holiday to Portugal

with my friend Phoebe and her parents?

Yeah, of course.

Well, I didn't.

Why didn't you tell me about the job offer from the States?

And your fight with Santo?

Because I needed you on my side.

What other lies have you told me?

Un caffe, per favore.

I haven't told you any lies, exactly.

But there's a bunch of stuff I left out.

How do you cope, Sylvia?

With being an outsider, I mean.

I'm a nomad. I'm used to fitting in anywhere.

I hate it. I tried to make it work, for Santo's sake,

but I've been miserable here from the start.

- Why? - My job is boring.

I still struggle with the language,

so it's hard to get a better one, or to make friends.

And Italian family life isn't all it's cracked up to be.

Did you say all this to Santo?

He was sweet, concerned.

Said that he was planning to buy land and to expand the business,

so maybe I could work with him,

as if that would make everything OK.

- Grazie.

Who else knew about Santo's plans to expand the business?

No one, as far as I know.

Did you tell Graziana?

I know you went to see her, several times.

- She told you that? - No.

I'd been trying to persuade her to make up with Santo and Flora.

I was going to meet her at a café in Magione

the morning Santo was killed.

But after the way she acted at the party,

I didn't want to see her.

One more question.

Who painted the moondial?

A local artist called Loretta Fabbro. Why do you ask?

I think it might be important.

Please show the suspect the first item.

Look carefully.

Is that your rifle?

Can you remove it from the plastic?

Don't touch it!

No. That's not mine.

Show him the others.

He knows that's the murder weapon.

Of course he says it isn't his!

Why are we doing this?

Be patient, Barzini.

Those two are mine.

But not that one.

Are you saying that you own only three guns?

Those two, and the one you had at the hut?

No. There's one more...

but it's not here.

Was it kept with the others?

Yes.

Barzini, let's show the suspect

the guns we removed from Tenuta Celeste.

Hi, Raffaella. That was quick.

I've got the contact for Peralta's landlord.

Text me his details.

Thanks. Ciao.

How did you know?

Know what?

That somebody switched the guns.

Put the murder weapon into Peralta's house,

and took one of Peralta's guns,

and placed it with the others at Tenuta Celeste

to make up the numbers.

You haven't let him go, have you?

No. No.

He admitted cutting the fences, so...

we charged him with criminal damage

and kept him in custody.

I don’t want him disappearing again.

Peralta doesn’t own his farm,

and he was having difficulty paying the rent.

The owner was considering an offer to buy the land.

And you know this because...?

I just spoke with the owner's lawyer.

She wouldn’t tell me who the offer was from.

- Oh, how annoying of her. - Well, she'll have to tell you.

But I’m pretty sure that I know the answer.

Santo Lazzarini.

You think Peralta is the killer after all?

No. I think someone told Peralta what Santo was planning,

in the hope that he would get up to his old tricks

and cut the fence.

So they could be sure to find Santo the next morning,

alone, on a remote part of the property?

And that we would suspect Peralta.

Exactly.

The wild boar were a bonus.

Closed due to family emergency

Graziana, it's Sylvia Fox.

Could I come and talk to Aurelio, please?

All right. Come up.

What are you doing with my phone?

What happened to you?

Nothing serious.

Aurelio got his foot caught in a trap in the vineyard.

Nothing broken, thank God.

So if you didn't know, why are you here?

Aurelio...

why did you alter the CCTV footage?

Did you think your mother needed an alibi?

I didn't kill your uncle. I'm not that crazy.

So where were you?

Did you go to meet Darius?

Mm-hm. Yeah.

He didn't show.

Why didn't you tell me?!

I don't believe this!

But it's OK for you to think your mother is a murderer,

right?

You said Aurelio got his foot caught in a trap?

Yeah, a snare.

The ones to catch deer and...

They were made illegal a long time ago.

Oh, my...

This wasn't an accident, right?

- Somebody meant to kill him? - Not kill him.

Scare him.

Have you been trying to find out who killed Santo?

Aurelio, please. Who do you suspect?

Tell her. Mm-hm? Tell her.

Aunt Paola.

No!

She has been acting weird for weeks.

Spying on people and I...

saw her coming out of the gun room.

When?

Just a couple of days before Santo died.

Why didn't you say anything to the carabinieri?

Or your mother, even?

Because she's Zia Paola.

My love, I have

to go out for a while. Will you be OK?

Where are you going?

Tenuta Celeste.

Ciao, Luna.

Take care, will you?

Flora needs my help.

Paola?

Over here now!

- Did you see anyone? - No. I was looking for Paola

and somebody fired at me from behind.

I got a text from her saying it was urgent,

she needed to talk.

- You think it was a trap? - We need to find her.

I think she's in danger.

You're both in danger. You need to get away from here.

Not till I know that Paola's safe.

OK, then think.

Are there any spaces that aren't used anymore?

Underground maybe?

- Sylvia. - Giovanni.

- What's up? - I'm at Tenuta Celeste.

Paola Lazzarini is missing.

Someone's on the loose with a firearm.

Stay out of sight, I'm on my way.

Sylvia, the old cellar.

Down here!

Here, use this.

What are you doing?

Looking for Paola. She's disappeared.

So? She's probably just gone to the supermarket.

Didn't you hear the shots?

No.

I just got back.

Wait here, I'll get the key.

Carry on.

If Paola's in there alive, get her out.

Paola?

Paola?

Oh, God, no!

Flora?

It's not my fault.

It's not my fault.

Flora?

Flora.

Please let me help you.

Over here!

- Did you call for an ambulance? - Yes, and...

Dottore Matteo's on his way.

And where's Sylvia?

Flora. It's over.

The carabinieri are coming.

The tank room!

Drop the gun, Flora.

Sylvia!

Signora Lazzarini!

Captain, why are you here?

The tank room is locked. I need to get inside immediately.

Is there another way in?

Of course, follow me.

Kill me! I don't care!

But I do.

There's been enough death and suffering, Flora.

I didn't start it.

Grazia and I worked here our whole lives.

And then Papa died.

And we were thrown out like old rubbish.

But that's not true, is it?

Graziana chose to go and you're still here.

Because I wasn't brave like her.

And because you were planning to kill Santo,

- right from the beginning. - No!

You were right.

I hoped he'd fail, but he didn't,

and I couldn't bear it any longer.

Up the stairs!

Paola guessed it was you, didn't she?

She told me I had to leave Tenuta Celeste.

As if I could.

Oh, Dio!

Giovanni!

Are you hurt? Are you OK?

Yeah.

- You? - Uh-huh.

You came!

Of course I came.

Why did you call me?

What did you want?

I wanted you to help me...

to get rid of Darius.

So this place could finally be ours.

My poor Flora.

This place has destroyed you.

Let's go.

How is Paola?

I think she's been drugged. She should be fine.

Flora killed Santo, didn't she?

Yes.

Did you suspect?

No, no.

And yet deep down I'm not surprised.

- I don't get it. - Santo guessed.

He left a clue.

Come.

This is an exact copy of the one in Cambridge,

except for one detail.

Look.

That's Virgo, right?

Yes, but she doesn't look like this in the original version.

I spoke to the artist.

Last week, Santo asked her to make an alteration.

What kind of alteration?

To paint in Botticelli's Primavera.

Flora, the goddess of spring.

Darius... it's not my business.

But you're alive, Santo's dead.

So, please...

make the decision that's right for you, not for him.

Are you OK?

I will be.

- Can I see you later? - I hoped you'd say that.

But, um, it might be late.

I'll be home.

But first... I need to see my sister.

OK. Well, then...

I'll see you later.