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Thank you, Isabel, for a fantastic trip.

I had no idea there were 53 different museums in Florence.

Seventy-two, actually,

but we'll save the rest for another time.

When my blisters have healed!

Oh! Don't forget your Cantucci!

Giovanni's coming over later, isn't he?

Ah.

A love token from Florence.

Things must be getting serious.

They're just biscuits, Isabel.

Are they, though, really?

I thought I left a shirt here but I can't find it.

You look great as you are.

Hmm. What was your favourite thing in Firenze?

Well, don't tell Isabel but...

I think it was the rose garden.

Oh. The one below Piazzale Michelangelo?

- That's right. - Oh, yeah.

You remembered.

You gave me the address of the bakery, twice.

So, what have you been up to?

Apart from missing you? -

Oh.

We have a big new case.

A murder yesterday in Perugia.

At the gelateria, if you can believe that.

Who was killed?

The owner.

A young woman, Raffaella Tasso.

Oh, God.

Do you know it?

I've been there a few times.

Sorry, your glass is empty.

Mm.

I'm going to be busy this week but, um...

I should be able to take a few hours off over the weekend, so.

OK.

It'll take me a few days to recover from Florence.

Oh. Hmm...

Leave all this.

I can do it in the morning.

OK?

Actually, um...

would you mind not staying tonight?

I really am exhausted.

Sleep well. Speak tomorrow.

And you.

Death of Raffaella Tasso at Gelateria dei Castellani

Hello?

- Hello?

Ciao, Sylvia!

Capitano said to expect you.

Ah.

You can take a look around if you want.

But then you have to talk to us.

- OK. - At the station.

Seriously?

You knew the victim, didn't you?

That's Raffaella Tasso.

Actually, we don't think that was her name.

My God!

- Who did this? - We don't know yet.

But there were at least two of them.

And there were lots of fifty dollar bills

on the floor behind the counter.

Right.

You don't think it's strange that a little gelateria

accepts payment in dollars?

I suppose so.

Grazie.

How much did you know about Raffaella Tasso's personal life?

Almost nothing.

I didn't even know where she lived.

Luce!

Open the door.

Come with me.

Here we are.

Looks like she lived alone.

It feels more like a holiday rental than a home.

Except for this.

Do you recognise it?

It's the Imperial Palace at Massawa, in Eritrea.

The painting looks like an original.

It's the only piece of decoration in the apartment,

so it must have been very important to her.

Yes.

Luce, vieni!

Bag up the painting and take it to the station.

Why didn't you tell me last night that you knew the victim?

I'm sorry.

It was a shock.

The whole city's in shock.

I've had everyone from the mayor

to the regional governor on the phone.

They all want to know if we've caught the killer yet.

Do you have any leads?

So far, only you.

How long have you known Raffaella Tasso?

Since I first came to Italy.

And what was the nature ofyour connection with her?

We know that Signora Tasso sold more than ice cream, Sylvia.

We've been in her basement.

We had to blow the door off.

Raffaella was extremely good at finding out things.

Who first told you about her?

Ercole Guerra.

A former Intelligence agent.

Now in prison for murder.

Did you ever pay Signora Tasso

for anything besides information?

Some tracking software.

Legal?

I didn't ask.

Nothing else?

No.

We found guns, blank passports and a large amount of cash

in different currencies on the premises.

Nothing about Raffaella would surprise me.

You said that Raffaella Tasso wasn't her real name.

Do you have any idea who she actually was?

No. Our tech people are trying to access her phone

and hard drives, but it's going to take time.

I imagine it will.

Do you have any theories about the killing?

I wish I did.

Leave this to us, Sylvia.

You're too emotionally involved.

I wouldn't know where to start.

Normally I'd go straight to Raffaella.

I've made an appointment to see that plot of land by the lake.

Eleven next Saturday morning.

Will you come with me?

If I can.

Captain!

Hello, Zita.

It's been a while since we've seen each other.

Where do you want to go?

That depends on how much you have to tell me.

Hmm.

You've heard about the gelateria shooting?

Poor woman.

What do you know about her?

She made great gelato.

Come on, Zita.

You know everything about everyone.

She was a hacker.

That woman could do magic in the clouds...

or however the hell that stuff works.

You can make a lot of money...

doing what she did.

And you can hide it, too.

And who might want to hide money?

It's hard to say.

Hey!

Did you hear that...

Dino Zanata got out of prison recently?

I did.

Is he back to his old tricks?

No. Now he runs a couple of money-changing places.

Are you saying Raffaella Tasso worked for him?

No.

I'm saying she definitely didn't.

But he wanted her to?

Wouldn't you...

if you were him?

Twenty-three euros, please.

Keep the change.

- Mmm. - Hm.

Captain.

Captain.

What's this?

Pecorino Umbro.

The best.

My brother makes it.

I don't think your lady friend feeds you well enough.

Like you said, I know everything about everyone.

It's beautiful.

I've tried using imaging software to identify it,

but no luck.

Well, it's probably quite an obscure artist.

It's an unusual technique,

but... I feel like I've seen it before.

The building is in Eritrea.

- Oh, you've been there? - Years ago.

After it was damaged in the war.

But I guess the artist could be from anywhere.

Why are you so interested in this painting?

It belonged to a friend.

"Belonged"?

- She's dead now. - Oh.

I'm sorry.

When did you say the building was damaged?

- 1990. - Mm, damn.

I was thinking Ermias Ekube, but he's...

No, he's a bit too young.

And the style's not really that similar.

Abraham Tesfay.

Who's he?

Eritrean painter and ceramicist.

Second half of the twentieth century.

There was an exhibition of his a few years ago.

I'm sure...

I bought a catalogue.

Yes!

Got it.

It could be, couldn't it?

Definitely.

Is Abraham Tesfay still alive?

Oh, I doubt it. Um... No.

He died in 1988.

Where was the exhibition?

Uh, Galleria Daniel Tesfay.

Via Erminia, Rome.

May I borrow that?

Oh... Yeah. Sure.

Do you want me to come with you to the gallery?

Thanks, but this is something I have to do alone.

No problem.

Oh, I got one of Dad's mysterious postcards yesterday.

A view of the Pyramids.

Yeah, I got one from Japana few weeks ago.

Probably means he's in Greenland.

Bye. Thanks.

Rome

Do you know this painting?

Yes, this is one of my grandfather's paintings.

Do you know its whereabouts?

Why are you asking?

May I show you another picture?

OK.

You know her?

That's my sister.

I'm afraid I've got some bad news.

I saw Hanna last month.

We went home to Bologna for our mother's birthday.

Oh God, my parents!

I'll have to tell them that...

that Hanna's dead.

Did you ever visit your sister in Perugia...

meet any of her friends?

Whenever I tried, she'd find an excuse.

Hanna said she was working on her doctorate.

What was she really doing?

Running a gelateria.

A very good one.

None of this makes sense. Hanna was smart.

- Yes. - I mean, she was really smart.

She studied computer science at university.

Graduated with the highest score ever recorded.

Who are you?

And why are you here?

Shouldn't the carabinieri be telling me all this?

I'm a friend.

Hanna was living under a different name.

The carabinieri don't know her real identity yet.

But she told you?

No.

I worked it out.

I'll have to tell them, of course.

But there are some things thatyou should probably know

before they talk to you.

Raffaella Tasso's real name was Hanna Tesfay.

How did you find out?

The painting in her apartment.

The artist was her grandfather.

I see.

Her brother runs a gallery in Rome.

The parents are teachers in Bologna.

Have you spoken to them?

Only to the brother.

I had to tell him Raffaella was dead.

You should have left that to us, Sylvia.

Oh, I couldn't.

I'll text you the details.

Thank you.

Do you want to come over later?

I don't think I'll be able to get away.

OK.

Barzini.

We have a name.

Hanna Tesfay.

Excellent, Captain.

How are you getting on?

I may have found something.

I thought there was no CCTV footage?

Of the gelateria, no.

But I found one in Via Enrica.

It gives a pretty good view down Via dei Castellani.

And just like you said...

Dino Zanta.

Looks like it.

This is less than twelve hours before the murder.

The same two men were also there three days earlier.

They'll say they like gelato.

At eight in the morning?

What are they, toddlers?

Good work, Barzini.

We need to pay a visit to Signor Zanata.

Henry?

Henry, is that you?

Dad?

Adam?

Adam, it's me.

Oh... Sylvia.

What happened?

Got on the wrong end of someone's gun.

And they're still looking for me.

How long have you been here?

I'm not sure.

Stay awake, Adam.

You're burning up.

You need to go to hospital.

No! No!

Not safe.

Hi, Sylvia.

Where are you?

I need your help. It's urgent.

What do you need me to do?

Take the road to Gioveto,

past the little church.

Follow the track to the farm at the end.

Are you hurt?

No, I'm OK, but bring your bag with you.

And don't tell anyone where you're going.

Especially not Isabel.

Prugian

- Salve. - Buonasera.

Signor Zanata, please.

Captain Riva...

what can I do for you?

You're going on holiday...

you want a special deal on your spending money?

Signor Zanata.

Tell me about your dealings with Raffaella Tasso.

The poor young woman who was killed a few days ago.

Yes.

At the Gelateria dei Castellani.

I took my grandchildren there once or twice...

but I don't remember who served us.

You and another man...

went to the gelateria three days before...

then again twelve hours before Signora Tasso's murder.

Why was that?

I think you must be mistaken, Signora.

We have CCTV evidence.

Of me?

Entering the gelateria?

On the street.

Sometimes, I use Via dei Castellani...

as a shortcut.

That was a mistake, Barzini.

Zanata was lying!

Of course he was!

But you lost your temper.

And now Zanata knows we have nothing conclusive on him.

I'm sorry, Captain.

The wound is bad.

And he's lost a lot of blood.

I'm calling an ambulance.

He can't go to hospital.

The people who shot him are still looking for him.

Then we call the carabinieri.

Not until I know more.

Please, Matteo, will you help him?

I can't treat him properly without running water.

It's not safe to go to my house, or yours.

Che so', Sylvia.

My cousin has a place in the woods.

- It's very private. - How far?

Maybe ten kilometres. I'll take Adam there.

You go and buy food, towels, bandages,

and maybe some clean clothes.

So what shall we do now?

You think Zanata killed Raffaela Tasso?

It's possible...

though I doubt he was there in person.

Why would he kill her...

just because she refused to work for him?

As a warning to others...

or because he'd already given too much away.

But it's more likely he sent someone...

to frighten her...

and it went wrong.

What do we do now?

Identify the man who was with Zanata in the CCTV,

and lean on him on him.

Hard.

But first, we go to Bologna...

to see Hanna Tesfay's parents.

Ciao.

I've cleaned the wound and stitched it,

and the antibiotics will start to work soon.

Thank you, Matteo.

You should stay here tonight and keep an eye on him.

OK.

You know I will be in serious trouble

if anyone finds out about this?

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't haveasked you but...

I couldn't just let Adam die.

I don't like it, Sylvia, any of it.

Isn't there someone you can call?

I need to figure out what's happened before I do that.

- Here, new shirt. - Oh...

It looks exactly like this one, but cleaner.

That's why I chose it.

Thanks.

Oh, my God.

I f... feel like I've been dropped from a great height.

Um...

Where are we?

A safe house, of sorts.

It belongs to Matteo's family.

Oh... Nice fella.

A marked improvement on her first husband.

Yes.

- Are you hungry? - Yeah.

When was the last time you ate anything?

Uh... I can't remember.

Mm.

Now talk.

What are you doing hereand who shot you?

Ah, well...

I've been in Kosovo for the past year,

running an undercover operation.

What sort of operation?

Infiltrating an Albanian gang trafficking people

and narcotics into the UK.

It was all going rather well, until, um...

I got...

...blown.

You came all the way from Kosovo in that state?

I was alright when I left.

Got on a boat to Brindisi, carried on up the coast.

Then it all went tits up somewhere around Pescara.

The Albanians caught up with me.

Wait.

Was that the first time you tried to call me?

Yeah, and you didn't pick up.

Don't worry, I managed to find my own way to Panicale.

You broke into my house?

Yeah, what else was I meant to do?

You didn't leave a key under the mat.

Did you take Giovanni's shirt?

I might have done. I needed some clean clothes.

I suppose you were spending the night over at his place?

I was with Isabel in Florence, learning about Renaissance art.

Not that it's anyof your business.

Anyway... Mmm.

I couldn't risk staying there any longer,

and been hiding out ever since.

Lost my papers

and most of my cash somewhere along the way.

Why didn't you contact the Service when you reached Italy?

They would have got you out.

It's not that simple right now.

There's a power struggle going on over at Vauxhall Cross.

And your side's losing?

But that wouldn't have mattered.

Yeah. Um...

Except they recalled me a month ago,

but I wanted to stay on and finish the job.

You stayed without clearance?

You're crazy.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Well, I called you, months ago.

Left messages.

Yeah, well, I... told you.

I've been undercover for the last year.

Why, were you...

in some sort of trouble?

You could say that.

Graham Conway came looking for me.

I thought he died in a prison in Matara.

That's what we were all meant to think.

Oh, my God! Sylvia.

I am so sorry.

What happened?

He kept me captive for two daysbefore trying to kill me.

Then my father shot him dead.

Your father?

The point is, Conway was really looking for you.

And now I need you to tell me the truth.

Um... About what?

The money from the smuggling racket you and he had going.

What happened to it?

It went straight into the "Ways and Means" fund

over at Vauxhall Cross, of course. You know that.

Ah! Fuck!

I going to need some more painkillers.

What's the book?

A guide to preparing game meat, in Italian.

I'm guessing Matteo's cousin isn't much of a reader.

Are you staying the night?

Matteo said I should.

Well, you're not sleeping in that chair.

Come lie down.

I'm OK.

You're safe enough.

Ow!

Ah!

You know, Sylvia, I really am telling the truth about Matara.

Ow!

Do you remember when we stayed in that hotel by the Bosphorus

and they forgot our... our booking?

They said they were full,

but they let us sleep in the linen cupboard.

Oh!

Ow!

It wasn't the hotel's fault, was it?

You forgot to book.

Damn.

Thought I'd got away with that one.

You're not leaving?

I must, Adam.

I've got things to do.

And you're safe here, for now.

There's food in the kitchen.

I'll be back this afternoon.

What am I meant to do till then?

Rest, drink plenty of water and think healing thoughts.

Matteo told you, didn't he?

Your obsessive secrecy is bad enough!

Don't ask my husband to deceive me too!

Nobody was trying to deceive you.

I just thought it was better you didn't know.

Only because I'm the only one to tell you

what a fucking idiot you're being!

Adam is toxic, Sylvia!

Don't you remember?

How he landed you in it with that Russian boy!

I know, but this time he really needs my help.

This time, next time, every time!

Where... where was he when you were trying to escape

from that lunatic and you needed him?

If Richard came to you,

injured and on the run from dangerous people,

would you turn him away?

Yeah, you bet I would.

I might offer him a stiff drink first,

but then I would hand him over to the police.

Which is what you should do.

Well, that's not an option right now.

When you talked about wanting to settle down

and start a new life, I believed you.

More fool me!

- What do you mean? - You've got everything,

everything a normal person could possibly want,

and you... you keep trying to throw it away.

You're just like Dad.

You're addicted to drama.

That's not true!

Ever since you came here and started interfering,

it's been one bloody crisis after the next one.

I am sick of it!

Which particular crisis do you mean?

The one where I stopped your daughter

running away with a criminal?

Are you sick of me "interfering"

trying to help your mother-in-law and your friends,

and your... cleaner?!

Oh! Oh, now it's my fault, is it?!

I didn't say that!

Oh, God!

Adam saved my life once, you know.

I owe him.

And what's Giovanni going to say when he finds out?

It's got nothing to do with him.

Anyway, he's not going to find out.

Don't ever put Matteo's life in danger again, Sylvia.

And... And don't ask him to keep a secret.

He's a terrible liar.

Adam, it's me.

I'm on my way to you now.

Adam, Adam, please pick up!

There's a van following me. I've shaken it off.

I'm going to ditch the car and you need to get out now.

I'll send co-ordinates. Go thereand wait. I'll find you.

Ah!

- Commandi, Capitano. - Grazie.

Paolo Triola.

That's me.

You work for Dino Zanata?

Yes.

In what capacity?

I drive him places. Run errands.

Beat people up?

No.

You go straight to shooting them?

No.

You were carrying an unregistered weapon.

And that's a crime.

I was going to the shooting range. It's my hobby.

Show us your membership card.

I forgot it.

Signor Triola.

You will be prosecuted for possession of the weapon...

but if you co-operate with us...

you might escape a custodial sentence.

Tell us what happened at the gelateria.

I didn't kill that woman.

But you did visit the gelateria on the day of her death?

Yes.

In the company of your bosS...

Dino Zanata.

Yes.

For what purpose?

If you say you wanted ice cream, you're definitely going to jail.

Dino wanted her to work for him.

She was good with computers.

What did Signora Tasso say?

She said no.

So you threatened her?

Not me, Dino.

Listen.

After we left...

he told me to go back at night and smash her windows.

And?

I went but it must have been right after the shooting.

The carabinieri were there.

I couldn't even get into the street.

Nice wheels.

Feel free to wait for a Ferrari to come to your rescue.

Triola.

Men who threaten women...

belong in jail.

If the judge doesn't send you there...

do yourself a favour...

and find another job.

Maybe I should...

join the carabinieri?

Tell Signor Zanata I'll be watching him.

Ballistics have confirmed the bullets at the gelateria...

came from two different weapons.

Neither is a match for Triola's gun.

Sounds like he was telling the truth then.

What are you going to do, Captain?

Bring Zanata in?

Threats, incitement to violence?

No point.

Triola would make a terrible witness.

I'll tip off the Guardia di Finanza.

They should know Zanata is in the market for a tech expert.

Closed until 1st April

This place is closed for the season,

so it should be safe,

but keep your head down just in case.

Right, you need to tell me what's going on.

Well, I'm not entirely sure myself.

How would a bunch of Albanian gangsters

know that tailing me would lead them to you?

Well... maybe they were nothing to do with me.

Who have you beenannoying lately?

Right, so not all the trouble in Kosovo came from the Albanians.

The Serbs took against me too.

- When you say the Serbs... - Their Secret Service.

This is too big for me.

I'm calling it in to Vauxhall Cross.

No! No! No, no, no.

No, Vauxhall Cross are the ones who put the Serbs onto me.

My enemies there, anyway.

I suppose there's a chance that the...

they could have directed them towards you.

You think your colleagues told the Serbian Secret Service

to find you by following me?

It's possible.

That or they put the Albanians on to you.

Are you sure you're not being paranoid?

Maybe. Yeah, maybe.

But, you know, if I am right...

if I am right, then, um...

well, then you're at risk too.

I'm sorry, but you see now

why I couldn't ask for help from the Service.

So you came to me!

You saved my life.

You don't have to do any more.

Just... Just say the word and I'll... I'll go.

Supper and breakfast.

I'll be back in the morning.

What? You're just going to leave me here alone till then?

Yes. I'd stay put and lie low.

Hello, Sylvia.

Who are you?

Miriam Cavendish, Rome office.

I'm an old friend of your father.

Has something happened to Henry?

Things are always happening to Henry,

but I don't know of anything at the moment.

I haven't heard from him

since your adventure with Graham Conway.

I didn't realise the Serviceknew about that.

They don't.

Just me.

Have you had any contact with Adam Haines recently?

No. Why?

What's he been up to, or shouldn't I ask?

He was operating in Kosovo and Albania,

but he's gone AWOL.

Is he in danger?

Yes, possibly.

Some very unpleasant people are after him.

Who, in particular?

That's not your problem.

Have you noticed anything unusual in the last week or so?

No.

Though I haven't been here the whole time.

Florence, with my sister.

Lovely!

Well, I must go.

You will let us know if you hear from Adam?

- Of course. - Good.

Because he needs to come in, Sylvia, whatever he's done.

What has he done?

A spot of freelancing, we think.

In Kosovo and elsewhere.

So this isn't just about Adam's safety?

Nothing is ever "just" about anything, dear. You know that.

Oh, gorgeous place, by the way.

I envy you.

Anyone who helps Adam stay out isn't doing him any favours.

Ciao!

- Hello. - Hey.

I wasn't expecting you.

Is it a bad time?

Of course not. Come in.

Glass of wine?

Sure.

Is everything OK?

You haven't been in touch for a while.

You said you were going to be busy.

I have been.

You're not going to ask about the investigation?

What have you found out?

Forensics have identified

a second blood type at the gelateria.

The killer's?

We don't think so.

These bloodstains were at the back of the shop.

It looks like there was someone else with Signora Tasso

who managed to escape.

Sylvia?

Is the DNA profile of this new person on any database?

Not that we can find.

What do you know, Sylvia?

Nothing.

This is all news to me.

Whatever it is, you have to tell me.

I found out Raffaella's real name for you.

How much more do you want me to do?

I don't want you to do anything.

I mean, for God's sake, what's wrong?

You throw me out from your house in the middle of the night...

It was half-past nine!

...and now you are behaving as if I'm a stranger.

Is this about the house?

What?

The house I want us to build together.

Have you even thought about it?

Yes, actually.

And?

I have a home, Giovanni.

The first I've had since I was a child.

I love it and I don't want to leave.

So why didn't you say this before

when I first showed you the place,

or when I asked you to come with me this weekend?

I didn't want to upset you.

Sylvia...

I love you.

But we are very different people.

If you're not ready to live with me now,

or next year or ever, that's OK.

But you don't trust me,

that's not OK.

I should have been honest with you about the house.

I'm sorry.

It's not just the house.

Goodbye, Sylvia.

Giovanni!

Adam?

Adam?

Bloody idiot!

Hello!

What the hell are you playing at?

I needed some airand one of these.

Why didn't you call or leave me a message?

You said you weren't coming back until tomorrow.

And you put a tracker in my shoe.

What... what are you doing?

Let's go.

Why didn't you tell me you were in the gelateria?

- What gelateria? - In Perugia.

On the night Raffaella Tasso was murdered.

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

Oh, for God's sake, Adam! You said you were shot in Pescara,

but it was Perugia, wasn't it?

The police have identified a second person's blood

at the murder scene.

I think it's yours.

I needed new ID.

And so you led the killers to her.

We don't know that for sure.

She would have had dealings with loads of dodgy people.

But that night, she had dealings with you.

And your Albanian friends followed you there!

She insisted on being paid before making the ID.

I just handed her the cash when suddenly these two goons

opened fire through the window.

I managed to make it out the back.

Your... friend wasn't so lucky. I'm sorry.

You ran away and left her to die.

And an agent's first duty

is not to fall into enemy hands! You know that!

Anyway, if you want to blame someone, blame Ercole.

He's the one who told me Raffaella

was your contact there.

Did you tell her about us?

And so she trusted you.

Go!

Sylvia! Sylvia!

If we can get to the road,

there's a chance we can get away.

I'm not sure I'll make it.

Were you hit?

No, but my wound's opened up.

Hey. You go.

I'll cover you.

No.

Move forward but stay hidden.

I'll try to flush them out.

Aagh!

Aagh!

Sylvia, get down!

Aagh!

Did they kill Raffaella?

Yeah.

No, no, no, no. You can't call your carabinieri friend.

There are two dead bodies here. Someone has to deal with them.

That will bring the Italian Secret Service down on us.

And then I'll be done for.

Sylvia...

We're in this together now.

And I won't make it to the border without your help.

Come on then.

Ah...

You go inside.

I just need to get my sewing kit out of the van.

Alright.

Promise you're not going to phone the carabinieri?

I promise.

I'm going to need to put those stitches back in.

Here, hold this.

And I thought "sewing kit" was just a figure of speech.

Ow!

Fuck!

Don't be a baby.

Have you got any morphine in that kit of yours?

Afraid not.

We need to get out of here now.

No. We both need some sleep.

If we leave at three,

you'll be across the Slovenian border by breakfast.

Oh!

No wonder I fell in love with you.

That's your lot.

Come with me.

I've already said I'll drive you to the border.

Not just too the border.

Come away with me.

Are you serious?

We'll go somewhere lush and warm and...

a long way away.

Trinidad, maybe.

Why Trinidad?

Um, I own a house there.

And how will we fund this... new life?

Work shifts in a bar?

No, we wouldn't have to worry about that.

I have savings.

- Savings? - Hmm.

Or your own personal "Ways and Means" fund?

Something like that.

How much?

Enough.

For both of us.

Come on, Sylvia.

Be fun.

And I know you still care about me.

I wouldn't have left my worst enemy

to the mercy of those thugs, if that's what you mean.

It's more than that though, isn't it?

Admit it.

You've enjoyed these last few days.

The danger, the excitement.

We're just the same, you and I.

You promised.

I promised not to call the carabinieri and I didn't.

You'll be in the UK in a few hours.

Oh.

I'm not like you, Adam.

These last few days have been some of the most...

painful of my life.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

Good evening, boys.

Time to go home, Adam.

Careful.

He took a bullet to the left shoulder.

We're done.

Clean-up units are on the way.

I'll get the guys to drop me off at the scene.

Thank you, Billy.

You did the right thing.

For Adam... as well as everyone else.

What happens now?

He'll have questions to answer.

About Matara, obviously, but Kosovo too.

And other places in between.

What kind of questions?

About money, mostly.

The finance people have had their eyes on him for a while.

And then?

No one wants a trial. It's too embarrassing.

So if he's sensible and handsover a decent chunk of the dosh,

I imagine he'll be allowed to resign quietly.

No pension, though.

No justice, either.

That's not our department, darling.

Arrivederci, Sylvia.

And thank you.

Hmm?

What's "fealty", ten letters?

No idea.

This is for you and Matteo.

But mostly for you.

Hmm!

Is it an Abraham Tesfay?

Couldn't afford anything bigger, I'm afraid.

It's exquisite.

What have I done to deserve this?

I think you know.

I'm sorry.

How is Adam?

On the mend, last time I saw him.

He's gone, then?

Back to the UK.

He'll probably be there for quite a while.

Is that good or bad?

Not great for him.

Better for everyone else, I think.

Does Giovanni know he was here?

No.

Are you going to tell him?

We're not really speaking at the moment.

Hmm. How do you feel about that?

Miserable.

Well, w...

What are you going to do about it?

Are you going to go and see himand talk things through,

or up sticks and disappear?

Don't you think it would be better for all of us if I did?

Leave, I mean?

No.

You're a constant source of trouble,

but I quite like having you here.

I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.

Well, make the most of it.

I will.

The answer is "allegiance", by the way.

Mmm.

Grazie.

It really is quite the view.

You know that the people who killed Raffaella are dead?

Yes.

And I've been told not to ask any questions.

So if that's all you came here to say...

It's not.

All this was going on and you said nothing to me?

How could I?

I'd have been asking you to choose between me and your job.

And I won't ever do that.

And I shouldn't ask you to choose either?

I don't have a job.

But you did,

and you will never be really free of it.

Adam said the same thing once.

I hope it's not true.

Do you regret helping him?

If I'd known that he was in the gelateria

when Raffaella was killed, I would have told you.

But I didn't,

so I did what seemed right.

The only thing I really regret is hurting you.

Thank you for that.

So, what now?

I have a lot of leave due.

I'm going away for a few weeks.

OK.

Will you call me when you get back?

I have a better idea.