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[gentle music]

[birds twittering]

[car revving]

[pulsing music on car stereo]

[woman] Ciao, Sylvia!

[Sylvia] Ciao!

[woman speaking Italian]

[pulsing music continues]

[Sylvia panting]

[woman screams]

[intriguing music]

[man speaking Italian] Olivia! What's wrong?!

Oh, my God.

[tense music]

What's wrong?

Olivia?

[Olivia gasping]

Up... Up there!

[Olivia] Up there.

[Olivia gasping]

[tense music]

[man] He's dead.

Who is he?

I don't know.

[theme music]

[glass bangs down]

[speaking Italian] Take it easy.

That's enough.

[door bangs]

Get rid of the glass.

[speaking Italian] Forensics are going to take some time.

I'm afraid you can't stay here tonight.

You think we want to?

One of your officers can drive us back to Rome.

Excuse me, Signora?

That won't be necessary, Captain.

Fine. I'll drive.

Was anyone else here when you found the body?

No.

No, but a neighbour arrived almost immediately.

Her name is Signora Fox.

[he inhales deeply]

[suspenseful music]

What time did the Ranallos drive past you?

It must have been just before seven.

And how long after that until you heard the scream?

A few minutes.

[Giovanni] Do you usually go running around that time

on a Friday evening?

Do you mean, could the Ranallos have counted on seeing me

-and staged the whole thing? -Yes.

I've only seen them arriving once before.

And their reactions seemed completely genuine.

And did you believe they didn't recognise the dead man?

Hard to be sure but, yes, I believed them.

Have you found out who the young man was?

Not yet. My team are searching the house right now.

But there's nothing of his in the bedroom.

Not even a phone.

And no clothes either.

As I'm sure you noticed.

But, uh, please don't tell anyone he was naked.

It could be important to the investigation.

Of course.

If we don't find anything,

we may have to go house to house to ID him.

But hopefully, it won't come to that.

Do you know the Ranallos well?

Not, really they're only here at weekends.

I see them at the market sometimes,

but they don't take much part in local life.

Spoken like a true Umbrian.

[they chuckle]

And what about Cesare and Maddalena Farani?

They look after the house when the Ranallos are away.

Cesare helps me with my garden,

and Maddalena cleans for my sister.

Isabel's known them for years.

Doesn't Olivia Ranallo have some kind of Government job in Rome?

Yes. She is a senior official at the Department of Justice.

Well, could that be helpful?

Somehow, I doubt it.

Um... [he coughs]

Oh!

Thank you, Sylvia.

Goodnight.

-I'd better let you go. -Oh...

I wish you wouldn't.

Buona notte.

[door opens]

[fire crackling]

[he sighs]

[gentle music]

[birds twittering]

[hum of car engine]

Ah! Morning.

I like your yoga outfit.

Oh, no! I'd forgotten it's today.

You forgot last week as well.

Anyway, I was just about to call you.

I've got a bit of a... a situation.

It's Maddalena. She's in a terrible state.

About the body at the Ranallos' house, I suppose?

Giovanni told you?

He didn't need to. I was there.

Why am I not surprised?

And I was hoping for a word with Maddalena.

Of course you were.

[shuddering breaths]

Hello, Maddalena.

Did you know that poor man at the Ranallos' house?

No.

The carabinieri came this morning, very early.

It was horrible!

They showed you a photograph?

So many questions.

They think I killed him, or Cesare!

I'm sure they don't but...

you have keys to the property, so they had to ask.

I clean and Cesare looks after the garden. That's all!

I went on Monday and there was nobody there, I swear it!

Well, then you have nothing to worry about.

I called Cesare.

He's coming to take you home.

[gentle music]

Nobody has accused us but...

we were the last people in the house.

Except the dead man and whoever killed him.

Do you think he needed somewhere to stay

and knew the place was empty?

How did he get in?

Every door and window was locked.

Olivia and Pietro say they don't know him, but...

[speaking Italian] My love...

shall we go home?

Si.

God! I hope this isn't going to mean trouble.

They've worked so hard to build up their business.

What's the story there?

He must be at least fifteen years older than her.

Nearer twenty.

Cesare was in a bad way after his divorce,

so a friend tried to cheer him up

by paying for Maddalena to clean his house.

He cheered up enormously.

Hmm.

And the business?

Um, that was Maddalena's idea.

They started out looking after a few

holiday properties in the village.

Word spread, so they started looking after

some big villas too.

These days they're turning clients away.

I'm surprised Maddalena still has time

to come and work for you.

I think she's probably afraid that Matteo would sink beneath

a tide of filth and un-ironed shirts if she didn't.

We go back a long way.

I'm very... very fond of her.

Well, there's still time to make that class!

You can borrow some of my kit.

I think my chakras need a coffee and a sit down.

[Isabel sighs]

[serene music]

[speaking Italian] Good morning, Signora.

Would you look at this photograph, please?

He's beautiful. Who is he?

That's what we're trying to find out.

You don't recognise him?

Sadly, no.

OK, thank you.

[Isabel] Buongiorno.

[background chatter]

-Buongiorno, Signora Vitale. -Buongiorno.

-Ciao, Sylvia. -Ciao, Roberta. Any luck yet?

I think he fell from the sky one night.

Signora, may I show you the picture?

[Isabel] Yeah. Uh...

Of course.

No. I'm sorry.

He looks like he's stepped out of a Renaissance painting.

Maybe I should look for him in the Uffizi?

Thank you.

-He didn't, though, did he? -What?

Fall from the sky or step out of a painting.

He was a real person,

and somebody somewhere is going to be heartbroken

when they find out he's dead.

[speaking Italian] Nino, there's going to be pressure from above on this one.

The body was found in a house belonging to Olivia Ranallo.

From the Justice Department.

In her bed, in fact.

Are you kidding?

Was he her toyboy?

She says she never saw him before.

But you see why it's urgent.

Are you sure you can't do the post-mortem today?

Sorry, Captain, but everyone else is off for the weekend.

We'll do it first thing Monday, I promise.

Anything you can tell me now, that might help us identify him?

We've checked all the databases.

Fingerprints, DNA, Missing Persons.

Nothing.

He's been dead for at least two days...

probably no more than three.

But I don't think he died in the same place you found him...

because there's some lividity...

that suggests the body was moved after death.

Does that help?

Yes, Nino.

Thanks.

[indistinct chatter]

Buonasera.

Buonasera.

[speaking Italian] Have you ever seen this man?

Um?

[he sighs]

Do you remember when he came in?

Last month some time.

He insisted on leaving his CV,

even though I told him there was no point, I didn't need anyone.

[man hums]

Ah!

Here it is.

[gentle music]

[Sylvia] I've never walked this way before.

[Giovanni] I come here when I need some peace.

[Sylvia] Wow!

What a view!

[Giovanni] Isn't it beautiful?

I want to build a house here.

-[he chuckles] -Seriously?

Yeah.

It's something I've always wanted to do,

and now that the divorce is through...

I have the money.

Please.

Grazie.

And this plot of land...

is for sale.

What do you think?

I think you should do it.

Not just me.

Us.

But I have a house already.

I've spent a fortune doing it up, and I love it.

But it's yours. It's not ours.

[phone buzzes]

Good morning, Barzini.

[speaking Italian] Sorry to bother you on a weekend, Captain.

We have a confirmed ID on the deceased in the Ranallo case.

That's excellent news.

Send me the details, please.

OK.

You have to go?

I'm sorry.

[he sighs]

We have a name.

[suspenseful music]

Ministry of Justice

Buongiorno.

Buongiorno.

[speaking Italian] Captain.

What progress have you made with the investigation?

The initial post-mortem was done yesterday.

No obvious cause of death was determined...

so there will need to be further tests.

Is that all?

We've identified the dead man.

His name was Renzo Pagano.

Why wasn't I told?

Signora, you didn't recognise the body.

Are you saying you know the name?

No! But I should have been informed.

That's not normal procedure.

So this Renzo Pagano, who was he?

Twenty-four years old, originally from Brindisi.

His last known employment was at a bar in Perugia.

Any criminal associations?

We're looking into it, but no suggestion of that so far.

Where were you between six o'clock on Wednesday evening

and noon the following day?

As I told you on Friday, I was here in Rome all last week.

Doing my job.

I need a detailed timetable,

and the names of anyone who can verify it.

We will be asking Signor Ranallo to provide the same information.

As we already told you,

the first time we saw Renzo Pagano

was when we found him in our bed!

Isn't our word enough for you?

Signora, it's routine.

I'm sure you don't want special treatment

because of your position.

It's probable that Signor Pagano died elsewhere,

and his body was moved to your house after death.

You see? Nothing to do with us!

His fingerprints were found in your sitting-room,

kitchen and bathroom,

as well as in the bedroom.

Can you account for that?

No.

Do you have any connections in Puglia?

No.

But I know you do, Captain.

Weren't you in Bari, before you were transferred?

Correct.

And your transfer was not voluntary?

We join the carabinieri

knowing we can be relocated at a moment's notice.

I'd advise you to keep that in mind.

My contact details.

Send me the information I requested as soon as possible.

Thank you.

-Stephania? -[secretary speaks Italian]

[speaking Italian] What a piece of work.

What did she mean about Bari?

It's not important.

She was nervous.

I wonder why?

Maddalena and, um...

Cesare have lost more clients this week.

And the Rannallos have shelved them

until everything's resolved.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Has Giovanni said anything to you about the case?

Not since they identified the victim.

And judging by his mood, I don't think they've got much further.

Aren't you itching to get involved?

Do you want me to?

Um, kind of,

but then I'm also afraid of what you might find out.

What do you mean?

Well, Maddalena's been behaving strangely.

She was grumbling about the carabinieri's lack of progress,

but then when I suggested that you might talk to Giovanni,

she just closed the conversation down.

I know Maddalena's a friend,

but if I find out the Faranis had any involvement

with Renzo's death, then I can't keep it quiet.

No, I wouldn't expect you to.

We must have walked straight past the yoga studio.

We did. But what you were saying was so interesting,

I didn't want to interrupt.

[suspenseful music]

[electronic beep]

[intriguing music]

[speaking Italian] Why do I have to ask you the same thing a thousand times?

[phone beeping and buzzing]

Hi.

It's me.

Do Maddalena and Cesare have anyone working for them?

Um, Cesare's daughter, Cosima,

helps out sometimes.

Cosima's a student, so she's not always around.

OK, thanks.

-[phone beeps] -Sylvia, what are you up...

[keyboard clicking]

[intriguing music]

[chatting in Italian]

-Good morning. -[Isabel] Morning.

Find out who killed Goldilocks yet?

Is that what people are calling the poor man?

No, just me.

I don't think the three bears are big in Italy.

Sorry, I didn't mean to be flippant.

I know.

But that's the problem with this case, isn't it?

Renzo Pagano appeared from nowhere,

like a character from a fairy-tale.

Mm!

I've done at least 10K this morning.

Mmm.

Good for you.

And?

I went past all the houses in Panicale

that the Faranis look after.

How do you know which ones those are?

Oh...

I saw Cosima Farani coming out of one of them,

and she wasn't alone.

OK, I'll bite.

-Who was she with? -A young man.

And not a mop or a feather duster in sight.

Well, it's probably her boyfriend.

Cosima still lives with Cesare and Maddalena,

and if the boyfriend still lives with his parents too,

then they can't get that much time together.

If you catch my drift.

Do you think Cesare and Maddalena

know what Cosima is up to?

I doubt it.

There'd be hell to pay if the clients found out.

And I think there's something else going on.

Such as?

I followed Maddalena on her rounds yesterday.

-And? -At two of the houses,

quite big ones beyond Tavernelle,

she took in clean linen and brought out bags of laundry.

Yeah. That's part of her job.

They're holiday rentals

and according to the letting company,

both have been empty for weeks.

So who is creating the laundry?

-Exactly. -Do you think that, um,

Cesare and Maddalena have some sort of side-hustle?

Letting out the properties without the owners' knowledge?

Maybe.

Ah!

Good luck to them.

How would you feel if it was your house?

I live in my house.

I don't leave it empty for ten months of the year while

locals can't afford to buy their homes

until they're middle-aged.

I'm shocking you this morning, aren't I?

Not being the responsible older sister.

More of the art school rebel.

I like it.

So...

what are you going to do?

I think I need to expand my field of vision.

[Raffaella] Ciao. Come sta?

Bene, grazie.

It's all in there.

The audio visual feeds

go directly to your phone and laptop.

Please, use a burner phone,

in case somebody finds one of the cameras. OK?

Thanks, Raffaella.

Oh, by the way, I won't be here tomorrow.

-The shop will be closed. -OK.

-Going somewhere nice? -No.

Just some boring stuff I have to get done.

Do you ever go on holiday?

I hate the beach and I'm scared of flying.

Where would I go?

Anything else?

A litre of pistachio ice cream and one of peach too.

Oh, sounds like a big night.

I like to be prepared.

[suspenseful music]

[electronic beep]

[electronic beep]

[men speaking Italian indistinctly]

[speaking Italian] Take the champagne to the bar.

Seafood and caviar to the kitchen.

[tense music]

[suspenseful music]

[distant upbeat music plays]

[indistinct chatter]

[upbeat music plays]

Grazie.

[speaking indistinctly in Italian]

[speaking Italian] Black four, the gentleman wins.

Ladies and gentlemen, place your bets.

[American accent] You look like a man who knows what he's doing.

What's your strategy?

Strategy won't change the odds, Signora...?

Kelly. Kelly Richards.

How do you do?

Massimo Calla. Incantato .

[croupier speaks Italian]

My lucky number is eleven.

[croupier] Numero rosso. House wins.

Oh, my gosh! I'm so mortified.

I hope you didn't lose too much?

Just a few euros. Don't give it a thought.

Is this your first time in a casino, Kelly?

-It's that obvious, right? -No.

Can I buy you a drink, to make it up to you?

I have a better idea.

This is blackjack.

My favourite, because it's not just about luck.

You start with two cards.

The aim is to beat the dealer

and not let your hand go over twenty-one.

Number cards are worth their value,

face cards are worth ten.

And aces, one or eleven.

Sounds complicated!

-Like to try? -I'd love to,

but I need to get some chips.

Here. A gift to start you off.

Why, thank you!

[speaking Italian] Deal her in, please.

[Sylvia laughs]

[Sylvia] Keep them coming!

[uplifting music]

Well, would you look at that!

[Massimo] Well played!

[Sylvia] Why, thank you.

[Sylvia laughing]

[man speaking indistinctly]

[man speaking Italian indistinctly]

[man speaks Italian]

-[Massimo] That's smooth. -[Sylvia laughs]

I just thought I'd give it a try.

Would the Signora like to play again?

Oh... Thanks.

What's your name, honey?

We're not permitted to say our names to guests, Signora.

Oh. OK.

Well, I think I'll quit while I'm ahead.

Do not tell me that that was beginner's luck.

Your stake and a little extra to say thanks.

I've had so much fun.

Well, thank you, Kelly.

Now I think we should get something to drink.

To celebrate.

Good idea.

How did you find out about tonight?

The concierge at my hotel got me an invite.

I had to give him a big tip.

Why is it all so secret?

Oh, not secret. Discreet.

Gambling is strictly controlled in Italy,

and this is a private event.

-So I'm gate crashing? -Yes.

But we can say you came with me.

Where's the host?

I need to know who to hide from.

Who knows? Like I said, it's all very discreet.

Invitation only, through a Signal group chat.

As you can see, it's very well organised.

It sure is.

Well... what would you like to drink, Massimo?

Kelly! That's not how we do things in Italy.

What would you like?

Well, if you insist.

I'll have a Negroni, please.

Negroni it is.

[Massimo] Due negroni, per favore.

Grazie.

[suspenseful music]

[men speaking Italian]

[men speaking Italian]

Grazie.

[he sighs]

[crickets chirping]

[door opening]

[bottles rattling]

[camera clicks softly]

[camera clicks softly]

-[she exhales] -[door shuts]

[birds twittering]

[indistinct chatter]

[car door shuts]

[car door shuts]

[man speaking indistinctly in Italian]

[engine starts]

[men speaking Italian]

[sombre music]

[speaking Italian] Tell the captain what you just told me.

I killed Renzo Pagano.

[vacuum cleaner whirring]

[Isabel] Maddalena.

Maddalena!

[speaking Italian] Signora Farani...

you need to come with me to the station in Perugia.

Buongiorno.

Buongiorno, Signora.

Any table is fine. I'll come and take your order.

I prefer the bar, if that's OK.

Un caffè, per favore.

Sure.

Keep the change.

I would have given it to you last night,

but I wasn't sure if we're allowed to tip the croupier.

I'm sorry, Signora, I think you're mistaken.

I've never seen you before.

[American accent] Sure you have, honey.

Tell me about Renzo Pagano.

[line ringing]

[Isabel] Sylvia. Oh, thank God!

Isabel, what's up?

Maddalena's been taken away by the police.

[knock on door]

[door opens]

You took your time.

Why have you arrested Maddalena Farani?

We haven't.

We are questioning her and her stepdaughter

because this morning Cesare Farani turned himself in

for the murder of Renzo Pagano.

Do you think Cesare's guilty?

He has confessed.

That's not an answer.

Signor Farani knows a lot about the crime.

He knows that Pagano was naked,

and he wasn't killed where he was found.

He described dragging the body up the stairs

and putting it in the Ranallos' bed.

-But? -But...

he didn't say where he killed him or why.

Or how.

You still don't know how?

The extra tests take time.

What did he do with Renzo's clothes?

Burned them in someone's garden.

Forensics are there now.

Why take the body to the Ranallos' house?

Cesare had a key, he was bound to be a suspect.

He says he panicked.

But what was his motive?

Or how did he and Pagano even meet?

[intriguing music]

Sylvia?

Do you know something?

Have you ever played blackjack?

[speaking Italian] You and your husband live together and work together.

How can you not know where he was

for an entire forty-eight hours

less than two weeks ago?

We're busy. We don't see much of each other during the day.

He was home for dinner?

I think so.

[Sylvia] Last night wasn't a one-off.

And Renzo worked at the parties.

Though I don't know what that

could have had to do with his death.

Maybe he tried to blackmail Farani?

If he did, why wouldn't Cesare just pay him off?

Blackmailers are greedy.

You know that.

Have you charged Cesare?

Not yet.

You're not sure he did it, are you?

Too many things don't add up.

But now that we have a confession,

my boss will want me to stop looking for other suspects.

Especially with Olivia Ranallo on his back.

[speaking Italian] Did you notice a change

in your husband's behaviour last week?

Like what?

Did he seem on edge?

Did he sleep badly?

[speaking Italian] Signora Farani.

Tell us about the party last night at Villa Bavarese.

I spent the day cleaning and getting the villa ready.

I went home before the guests arrived.

You didn't attend the party?

Why would I? I'm not a waitress.

But you knew that gambling was going to take place?

No.

-No? -No.

So what kind of party did you think it would be?

Just a party.

The owner called Cesare last week.

You manage the business.

Why did the owner speak with Cesare?

Sometimes men prefer to deal with men.

[speaking Italian] Are you OK?

What do you care?

Let's go.

[speaking Italian] Thank you, Signor Locandi.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

No, we have no reason to think any damage was done.

Arrivederci.

That was the owner of the Villa Bavarese.

He lives in Switzerland.

Said there were no events scheduled this month.

You think he was telling the truth?

He sounded furious, so yes, probably.

So, who gave the orders?

You don't think Farani was acting on his own?

It seems unlikely.

Did you get anything out of the daughter?

Design student...

lives with her father and stepmother.

Helps with the cleaning jobs,

but claims to know nothing about any parties.

And she still denies knowing Renzo Pagano.

Do you believe her?

About the parties, yes.

About Pagano, I'm not so sure.

Someone's going through her social media to check?

Yes, but she gave us access to her private accounts.

So it's unlikely there'll be anything there.

Hmm.

How does she get on with her stepmother?

Well enough, she said.

But I'm not convinced.

[sombre music]

This is getting to be a habit.

Are you too busy to buy food these days?

I want information, not breakfast.

Isabel.

-Ciao, Sylvia. -Ciao.

Ciao, amore .

Be nice to your sister.

Do you recognise this woman?

I know I've seen her around.

Where was this taken and why?

Can't tell you that yet, sorry.

You know her, don't you?

Yes.

Her name is Bianca Rivelli.

She runs a deli in Via San Sebastiano.

She often donates food to us at the Mensa Sociale.

And?

She is Cesare's ex-wife and Cosima's mother.

[vehicle approaching]

Hmm.

Hey, it's Maddalena, I think.

What's she doing here?

[speaking Italian] I'm fine, really.

I'm fine.

Maddalena!

You didn't have to come today!

That's what I've been saying.

I don't like to let people down

and I really can't afford to stop working, so...

-Have you been to see Cesare? -No.

We can help you hire a lawyer, if you want us to.

Thank you, Dottore, but what's the point?

The carabinieri already offered him one and he said no.

Cesare is stubborn like an ox.

Do you think he killed that young man?

Why would he say so if it's not true?

How's Cosima taking it?

She's gone to stay with her mother.

-Here, let me. -Oh, no, no.

Thank you, don't worry.

I'm going. OK?

Well, I must get going too.

Could you... pick me up some coffee beans?

From Bianca's deli.

[intriguing music]

[line ringing]

-Ciao, Sylvia. -Hi, Raffaella.

Could you check something out for me, please?

Sure. Tell me, what do you need?

[women chatting indistinctly]

-Buongiorno , Signora. -Buongiorno.

Could I have half a kilo of the Robusta, please?

-Ground? -Uh, no, thanks.

Everything here looks so tempting.

Makes me wish I was a better cook.

I make dishes for delivery also.

Take a menu.

You cater parties too, don't you?

Who are you?

My name's Sylvia Fox.

I'm Isabel Vitale's sister.

Cesare helps me with my garden.

Why are you here?

Because I don't think that Cesare is a murderer.

Neither do I.

So, tell me about the parties.

I don't know anything.

I know it's against the law, Signora.

But it doesn't do any harm.

Isn't it awkward, working with your ex and his new wife?

I left Cesare because I fell in love with a woman, Signora.

But we are still family.

Renzo Pagano worked at those events as a waiter, didn't he?

I don't know.

I go to the kitchen, do my job, clean up and leave.

Six euros seventy-five, please.

How often did the parties happen?

[card reader beeps]

Every few months at first. More, lately.

Did your daughter ever work at them?

Never.

May I talk to Cosima?

She's gone to a class.

I'm not just trying to help Cesare.

A young man is dead who's almost the same age as your daughter.

His friends and family deserve the truth.

Thanks for the information, Raffaella.

-Does it help? -I think so.

Maddalena and Cesare's income is modest, they rent their house.

Whoever's getting rich from the gambling parties,

-it's not those two. -No.

I don't even know how they managed to set up a business.

They were nearly broke.

Well, it's just the two of them, mostly.

And they wouldn't have needed any capital investment.

Yes, OK, but you can't set up a company from nothing.

And then suddenly they had a van, a website, new equipment.

And there's no record of a loan?

No. No overdraft and no credit cards.

Could you do another search for me, please?

Sure. Send me the details

and I will get it to you first thing tomorrow.

-Thanks, Raffaella. -No problem.

[man] Caio.

[Raffaella speaking Italian]

[gentle music]

-Hello. -Hello.

[she chuckles]

[birds twittering]

Buongiorno.

Have you got time for a coffee?

Yes. I'm not on duty until ten.

There we go.

Grazie.

Any progress on the Pagano case?

Uh, we looked at the family connections in Puglia,

but no red flags.

Pagano called his mother once a week or so.

He was a good son, then.

Sylvia, calling your mother once a week is the minimum.

He didn't tell her that he'd lost his job and, um...

no one seems to know where he was

until he showed up in the Ranallos' bedroom.

What about the Ranallos?

Well, I told you,

they have strong alibis for the time of death.

What?

Olivia Ranallo is a government lawyer who earns, um,

a good salary, right?

I assume so.

But surely not enough to pay for a house in Panicale,

a big apartment in Rome, two cars,

and lots of foreign holidays.

Do they have a lot of holidays?

Last year, they went to Thailand,

Australia and Costa Rica.

Oh...

They told you this?

No.

Pietro Ranallo has a successful business.

Well, that's what he'd like you to believe.

In fact, his digital marketing agency went bust last year.

OK.

But what do you want me to do?

I mean, the Ranallos could not have killed Pagano,

so the state of their finances does not concern me.

I think it should.

Sylvia, I can't interrogate a government official

about her lifestyle because you have a hunch

it's connected to a case which is nearly closed.

Would you interrogate her if she weren't a government official?

[he sighs]

Do you know why I left the south?

Not exactly.

Just that you had some trouble.

There was a case,

a death that was very convenient to some important people.

And I asked too many questions,

and I carried on when my boss told me to stop.

I was lucky to keep my job,

but I had to leave my family and move north.

And that was the final blow for my marriage.

I'm sorry.

I didn't want to come to Perugia, but...

it was a good thing,

because I met you.

But I don't want to risk it at all again.

Not without more evidence than you have given me.

Fair enough.

This is Italy, remember.

You have to be careful about the enemies you make.

[dramatic music]

[car horn honking]

[suspenseful music]

Cosima, hi!

My name is Sylvia Fox.

I'm trying to help your father.

Are you a lawyer looking for a job?

Nothing like that.

Tell me about your relationship with Renzo Pagano.

The dead guy?

I already told the carabinieri, I never even met him.

Why should I believe you?

Believe me or not, I don't care.

I saw you and a young man coming out of one of the houses

that your parents looks after.

Is that where you used to meet Renzo?

You're spying on me?!

I don't want to make trouble for you, Cosima.

I know how hard it is for people your age.

You don't know anything!

You think your father's guilty, don't you?

-I didn't say so! -You didn't need to.

Please, tell me why you think that.

Go away!

Is that what Maddalena thinks too?

How would I know? We don't even talk to each other anymore.

Now leave me alone!

[Sylvia] Please, Isabel.

If I invite her to lunch it would look weird,

but if you do it and I tag along...

It will still look weird.

Then when you start interrogating her,

she'll realise she's walked into an ambush.

You wanted me to take this on.

Maddalena is my friend.

You can't ask me to set a trap for her.

Would you rather an innocent man went to prison instead?

[proprietor] Buongiorno , Signora Isabel. Prego.

[Isabel] Ciao, Roberto.

Why don't sit over there?

Grazie.

It's truffle season and Sylvia is paying.

Do you prefer red or white wine, Maddalena?

Oh, no, I really shouldn't.

Oh, they have some wonderful Sagrantino here.

[she inhales deeply]

-[tipsy laughter] -[Isabel] On a boat!

[laughter continues]

Seriously!

No, but Antonella was there that night too.

-She was! -[laughter]

Oh, dear!

Thank you.

Adam and I married too young.

-But it was good for a while. -Hmm.

Until about six months after the wedding.

Not that it was much of a wedding.

Ten minutes in a pokey registry office

and then off to the pub.

It was a lovely pub.

There again, I did everything properly.

Church, veil, champagne reception, the lot.

-And look how that turned out. -Yeah.

So you and Dottore Matteo are not happy?

No! Not Matteo. Richard.

Alice's father. An absolute bastard.

-Mm. No, that's not fair. -Mm?

-Actually, it is. -[laughter]

But for you, the story has a good ending.

[Isabel] Mmm.

Not for me.

[Isabel] Oh, no, no.

Maddalena!

Don't worry,. Look...

Listen, listen.

No one who, um, knows Cesare

thinks he's guilty and... and Sylvia's going to prove it.

No promises.

I'm not talking about Cesare.

You were in love with Renzo Pagano, weren't you?

I never meant to hurt Cesare. He's a good man.

[Sylvia] But?

When I was young, it was hard.

My mother was sick, my father left.

I needed to work, so I became a cleaner.

And then I met Cesare.

And he fell in love with you?

And I loved him too.

We worked hard, built up the business.

Then you met Renzo.

He was so young, so beautiful.

He made me feel that way too.

You used to meet in the houses you looked after

when they were empty?

Yes. We... we knew it was wrong.

I tried to end it, we both did,

but we could not bear to be apart.

What changed?

Renzo lost his job.

He was going to Rome to find work,

or maybe home to Puglia.

His brother just died and he needed to help his family.

What happened to his brother?

I don't know exactly.

But it was before I met Renzo.

Did you try to persuade him to stay?

Yes.

I said I would leave Cesare,

but he wouldn't change his mind.

We had a fight.

[Isabel] Mm-hm!

How did Cesare find out about you and Renzo?

I don't know, but before he went to the carabinieri,

he told me he knew.

So... do you believe that Cesare killed Renzo?

I don't want to believe that,

but it must be true and it's my fault!

[she sniffles] I'm so sorry.

-[Isabel] Don't worry. -[Maddalena] I'm sorry.

Please don't be sorry. It's been nice spending time with you.

-Get safe home. -Thank you so much.

Farewell.

-Ciao, ciao. -Ciao.

Well, as far as I can see, all we've done

is find a motive for Cesare to kill Renzo.

Please, can you just trust me on this for a bit longer?

Thanks for lunch.

-Ciao. -Ciao.

[intriguing music]

I don't usually ask,

but how did you get hold of that planning document?

[Raffaella] Wait, what are you talking about?

-Hmm. -Uh, no, really.

Sylvia, what document?

An application from Pietro Ranallo

to set up a casino outside Perugia.

Made four years ago and turned down.

Oh, Cavolo! Um...

I missed that when I did the search.

But I would never be able to send you an official document.

Only a copy.

So who sent me this?

[Raffaella sighs] I don't know.

Maybe somebody that works for...

the mayor or the government.

Or the carabinieri.

[uplifting music]

Grazie.

This found its way into my post box.

I thought you'd be the proper person to take charge of it.

Oh, uh... I can't stay long, but, uh...

I have news I thought you may want to hear.

From the pathologist.

Let me guess.

Renzo Pagano died of natural causes.

Probably a heart defect.

Are you actually a witch?

Well, it's the most obvious explanation

when you think about it.

No signs of violence on the body,

nothing from the initial post-mortem.

And his brother died not long ago,

I'm guessing from the same thing.

Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.

-Yes. -Their poor mother.

You've told Cesare?

Barzini did.

I'm off the case.

Why?

Do they know you sent me the file?

Of course not. But there's been pressure from Rome.

-Olivia? -Hmm. Who do you think?

Well, she wouldn't be doing this

if she didn't have something to hide.

No. Hmm.

But before I can prove that, she'll have me moved.

Or fired.

She can do that?

Yes.

What happens now? Will Cesare be released?

That's not my decision.

But he still has a lot of, uh, explaining to do.

But he's not co-operating.

Tell me what you're planning, Signora Volpe.

No.

You'd be risking your job again.

Exposing criminals is my job.

And sometimes... attack is the best form of defence.

I think I can make this right,

as long as I can get Cesare to talk.

Once I've made him listen.

If he agrees to see you, but he won't.

Who can a prisoner be forced to see,

apart from you lot?

No one can refuse the Agenzia delle Entrate.

-The Revenue Department? -Yes.

But you didn't hear that from me.

No, of course I didn't.

Cesare.

I think you've been very noble,

and very foolish.

And now I think you need to start talking,

for everyone's sake.

OK.

I'll tell you what I think happened,

and you tell me whether I'm right or wrong.

Deal?

You didn't kill Renzo Pagano.

But you thought your wife did, so you took the blame.

-No, it's not true. -It's OK.

Maddalena told me about the affair.

She did... I swear.

And she feels desperately guilty about everything.

So will you tell the carabinieri the truth now?

No.

You're scared of Pietro Ranallo, aren't you?

You should be, too.

OK.

But I think I can see a way out.

As long as you're willing to trust me.

[suspenseful music]

[speaking Italian] Look.

What the hell are they doing here?

Don't let them in.

Hello.

Buonasera.

[Olivia] Why have you brought that woman to my house?

Oh, you know her name, Olivia.

Maddalena has worked for you for years. So has her husband.

Yes, her husband, who has murdered someone

and put the body in our bed!

I'm glad to say that only half of that statement is true.

Which half?

Renzo Pagano died of natural causes.

But Cesare did put his body in your bed.

Why?

Maddalena had nothing to do with that.

But she knows all about this.

I went to one of your parties at the Villa Bavarese.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I've never been to Villa Bavarese.

I didn't say you had.

You get Cesare to run the parties for you

and Maddalena makes all the arrangements.

It's true.

I suggest a place,

Pietro decides the date and invites the guests.

I organise everything else, even the flowers.

She's lying.

I have all your emails.

So, even if these fantasies were true,

you would be in as much trouble as Pietro.

Well, that's why Maddalena has come to you,

instead of going to the carabinieri.

Both of you, turn off your phones

and put them on the table.

I take it this means you're ready to do a deal?

-Ten thousand. -Mmm!

Final offer.

That's not enough.

Cesare is in custody,

and he's going to be charged with obstruction of justice.

He should be. What he did to us was a wicked thing.

It was stupid, certainly.

But if he explains why he did it,

he might get a lighter sentence.

What do you mean?

Four years ago, you lent the Faranis

20,000 euros to start their business.

Hmm. Did I?

That was generous of me.

But there was a condition.

You couldn't get a casino licence,

so you wanted Cesare and Maddalena to organise

gambling parties for you.

We finished paying back the loan,

and we wanted to stop helping with the parties.

But Pietro told us we had to carry on or he would destroy us.

Hmm. So Cesare brought a dead body here?

Not just any body.

Renzo Pagano used to work at the parties.

Cesare thought that Pietro would be charged with murder?

Mmm? That's what he hoped.

At the very least, he wanted to give him a fright.

[speaking Italian] Your husband is a bastard.

[Olivia] Have you he told this to the carabinieri?

Not yet.

-How much? -Not one cent!

[he tuts] Not one cent!

These contadini ingrati were happy

to run the parties when they needed my money,

and now they are trying to blackmail me!

[speaking Italian] Be careful, Pietro.

They should be careful!

You've made a big mistake, Signora Fox.

Mmm? You're just another stupid foreigner,

who doesn't understand how things work here in Italy.

People like her and like her idiot husband

don't go up against people like us!

Maybe we should all take some time...

I don't need time! I don't need time!

I have powerful friends and dangerous ones too!

[sirens wailing]

[speaking Italian] Pietro, it's a trap!

[tense music]

[Pietro protests in Italian]

Did you get all that?

Loud and clear.

[speaking Italian] Pietro Ranallo, I'm arresting you...

on suspicion of running an illegal gambling organisation.

You!

Si, Signora.

[speaking Italian] Don't say anything.

Thank you both.

You did brilliantly, Maddalena.

I was so afraid.

[she sighs]

[gentle music]

[uplifting music]

Ciao, Sylvia.

Ah!

-Ciao! -Ciao.

So, how was yoga this morning?

Sylvia's jealous 'cause I can do a headstand and she can't.

What sane person would want to stand on their head?

That's true. [he laughs]

And did Maddalena come to work today?

No, she tried, but I sent her home.

I think she and Cesare need some time together.

He made a huge sacrifice for her.

-Mm. -I hope they're going to be OK.

-[Giovanni] Am I late? -Oh, not at all. Welcome.

-[laughing] -Oh, welcome.

-Ciao. -Buongiorno.

-Mmm. -Oh!

-[Sylvia laughs] -Bellissima!

[Matteo] Here we are!

Ah! Oh, goodness!

[Giovanni] I should be coming back soon.

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

Thank you so much for that.

Thank you.

[chatter and laughter continue]

-Thank you. -Grazie.

-Can I help? -No, no, I've got this.

Grazie.

Wow!

What will happen to Cesare?

Oh, um, we're not going to charge him for moving the body.

Too much paperwork.

And the Ranallos?

Cesare and Maddalena agreed to testify

about the gambling parties,

but I doubt it will come to a trial.

Why not? Even if the recording can't be used in court,

then there must be other ways of getting evidence.

Yes, and the Guardia di Finanza will find them.

But Olivia resigned from her job and, um, I think

she and Pietro will try to disappear before that happens.

That doesn't seem fair and they should both be in prison.

Agreed, but the Faranis broke the law too,

and you helped make sure they don't go to jail.

And you're safe?

Not going to lose your job or be sent to some awful place?

I'm safe from Olivia Ranallo, at least.

Thanks to you.

What are we toasting?

Um...

Partnership.

And maybe a house on a hill.

You're buying a house? Where?

Building one, I hope.

[Matteo] Oh! Fantastico !

-Bravo! -Grazie.

[Giovanni and Matteo laugh and chat in Italian]

[glasses clink]

[tense music]

[theme music]