All language subtitles for Signora Volpe S01E02

Pablo?

Your Italian foster mother

told me something happened
at school yesterday.

She said the teacher
called her in

because you attacked
another child.

Was it for fun, Pablo?

I thought not.

Because it's not fun
hurting people, is it?

It's scary.

Hey!

Did she do something to you,

the girl you attacked?

I tripped and fell.

She laughed.

So I hit her.

Have you been hurt before?

What the hell are you
doing now, Salvatore?

You didn't tell me you were
gonna tear a bloody wall down.

Hey, Luca.

How's it going?

Well, Papa said it's the worst
property he's ever worked on.

Oh, really?

Yeah, but he said
that about every job.

But this one...

Yeah, it's pretty bad.

Oh, dear.

It'll be worth it
when it's finished.

I'll be too old
to enjoy it by then.

Well, maybe it's time
to admit defeat.

What does that mean?

That I should just give up
and go back to London?

It's a bit late to say that now!

No, I mean,
come and stay with us.

We've got bags of room,
now Alice has gone.

Sorry.

And thank you, but...

I'm fine here, honestly.

Come on.
You need a coffee.

And a shower.

- Mm.
- Better?

- Much.
- It'll be alright.

You just have to relax and let
the Zampas do it their way.

- You make it sound so easy.
- Well...

Cappuccino, por favore.

- What are you doing?
- Shh!

Sylvia Fox?

What on earth are you
doing here?

- Mallory?
- Mallory Bell.

Sylvia and I were at Cambridge
together, many moons ago.

- Isabel, Sylvia's sister.
- Really?

She talked a lot
about her parents.

She's never mentioned a sister.

Well, what are you doing here?
Are you here on holiday?

- Isabel lives here.
- Well, so does Sylvia now.

She just bought a house
outside the village.

Well, it's more
of a building site.

Not fit for human habitation.

Oh, don't worry,
I'm staying up at the castle.

Really? I didn't think
anyone lived there now.

Not since the old Marchese died.

Just the housekeeper.

I mean, it's all a bit dusty
and moth-eaten,

but I like to be on the spot.

On the spot?

I'm an archaeologist.

I've been trying to get
into the Monterosa for years.

And their owner has
finally given me

permission to dig
in the grounds.

What are you looking for?

The Monterosa belonged
to the Knights Templar

of the early Middle Ages.

Their chapel would be
a major find.

- Fascinating.
- Mm.

And how's life with you?

I heard you were doing great
things at the Foreign Office.

I'm taking a bit of
a career break, actually.

Thought you'd be
an Ambassador by now.

Well, I must push on.
I've lots to do.

Oh, please, let me.

Oh, how kind.

Well, let's meet up.

Give me a pen
and I'll give you my number.

Oh, why not let Sylvia put her
number straight in your phone?

That way you won't lose it.

Yes.

There you go.

Excellent.

Well, thank you for the coffee.

It's lovely to meet you,
Annabel.

- Ciao.
- Ciao.

Bye, Mallory.

Thanks very much, Annabel.

Why did you have to tell her
I live here?

Why didn't you tell your
smart Cambridge friend

you had a sister?

I wouldn't call Mallory
a friend, exactly.

More an unavoidable
fact of life.

Could I have
six pistachio cannoli and, um...

Oh, and those look delicious.

Could I have six of those,
please?

Seriously?

Signora.

I couldn't think
who else to call.

What did they take?

Tools, equipment,
waterproof clothing.

It'll all have to be replaced.

It's not good, is it?

"Fuck off foreign
grave diggers."

Oh, Mallory, I'm sorry.

- Signora.
- Oh, God.

It's Elena, the housekeeper.

She's like my mother,
only worse.

- Who did this?
- We don't know, SignoraDecone.

This is my friend Sylvia.

She lives in Panicale.

I've never seen her.

My sister is married
to the medico.

- Matteo Vitale?
- Ah.

God rest Marchese's soul.

This would never have
happened in his time.

Maybe you should go
to the Carabinieri?

No. It's vandalism, that's all.

Kids with nothing better to do.

Has there been something else?

Couple of nasty letters.

- Can I see them?
- Well, I've destroyed them.

That's what you do
with poison pens, isn't it?

- Signora Decone...
- Mm?

Could you lend us
some scrubbing brushes?

So you came here for a wedding,

you went for a run,
and you've seen an old ruin

and you decided to buy it,
just like that?

- Pretty much.
- God!

Sounds like the plot
of a chick-lit novel.

It's obviously left you
strapped for cash.

I mean, you don't even
have a car.

Are you still at Exeter?

No, I've been at Marlowe Hill

for a couple of years.

It's a private college
in North Carolina.

Very wealthy and prestigious.

I'm in line
for a full professorship.

Oh, congratulations.

Thank you.

The Templars came here in 1120,

which makes this the oldest
Templar foundation in Italy.

There was a report of graffiti
on a historic landmark.

Yes, we've been cleaning it off.

Mm. You are the foreign
archaeologist?

- No, I am.
- Ah.

May I see your permit?

Oh, yes.

Here it is.

This should have been
presented at the Town Hall

before the works commenced.

I'll sort it out
as soon as I can.

Who's he?

His name's Bevilacqua.

He's a Vigile Urbano.

A glorified traffic warden,
basically.

But you probably shouldn't
get on the wrong side of him.

What, he's got a right side?

Mm, smells delicious.
What is it?

Ossobuco alla Milanese.

Where did you learn to cook it?

I found the recipe online.

Only a little for me.

Mama.

Only a lot for me.

Mm.

Mm. Sorry.

I'm starving.

Mallory doesn't do lunch beaks.

Ah, I see.

But it was good of you
to help your friend out,

but do you have
to go back tomorrow?

Especially as you
can't stand her.

I've never been on a dig before.

And it gets me out of the house.

And?

And someone seems
to want to stop Mallory.

- I want to find out why.
- Mm.

Did you meet old Elena
at the castle?

Mm.

She seemed a bit
stuck in the past.

The past is all she knows.

She's part of the
curse of that place.

Mm.
Elena's family helped the Nazis

loot the castle's
treasures in 1944.

Everything was shipped to Berlin
and they went with it.

So Elena dedicated her life
to try and atone for them.

Mm. This is not bad,
for foreign food.

Foreign means not from Umbria.

Or not from Panicale,
if Mama's having a bad day.

You're late.

We started hours ago.

Dock it from my wages.

You really love this, don't you?

It's all I've ever wanted to do.

Mallory!

Oh, my God.

This could be
a Templar graveyard.

I hope you're right.

But if there's even a chance
that it might be a recent burial

we have to tell the Carabinieri.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

I'm gonna tell them
unless you are.

No. It'll just mean
pointless delays.

I'm sorry, Mallory,
but we have to report it.

I am in charge here!

I should have guessed
when they said

an English woman
had found the body.

This one was in the ground.

You dug it up?

Not all of it.
Just the hand.

Hmm.

So, the body appears to be
lying in a shallow grave.

Do you know how old?

No, too soon to say.

The pathologist has
uncovered more bones.

He thinks the remains
are female.

So, not a Templar Knight then?

Oh, the exhumation...

will take a couple of days,
I think, at least.

Days?

What about my work?

I'm sorry, Signora.

Your dig is a potential
crime scene, Mallory.

Well, you were right to call us.

Thank you.

Did Mallory tell you
about the graffiti

and the vandalizing
of her equipment?

And the anonymous letters?

No.

Do you think someone was trying
to stop her finding the body?

Maybe.

Or maybe it's
the ghost of a Templar Knight

who wants to be left in peace.

What's going on?

They're saying the body
is someone called Ornella.

It was 25, maybe 30 years ago.

Ornella Pannacci
was 16 years old.

One night in July,
her father and brothers

went out hunting in the hills...

and she vanished.

The father ran
a demolition business.

They all lived there.

Signor Pannacci and his sons

got back at dawn,
and she was gone.

No bags, no clothes taken.

All her possessions
were still there.

The whole village turned out
to look for her.

Of course, we did.

People came from all around.

They even brought police
from Perugia with dogs.

They took them to the house
of the main suspect,

a man named Sabatini,
and the dogs went wild.

But they didn't find anything.

Everyone was convinced that
Sabatini was her killer.

Ah!

- Hey.
- Ah. Ciao, Bernardo.

Ciao.

- Thanks.
- Oh, grazie.

- Here. Here. Per te.
- Grazie.

- What's the news?
- Mm.

Somebody attacked
Carlo Sabatini's

house last night.

The guy who killed Ornella.

- Was he hurt?
- Must have been.

Dottore Matteo
was there first thing.

Oh.

It was a young woman
out for a run

who heard the dog howling
and went to check.

Sabatini was semi-conscious.

How is he?

I wanted him to go to the
hospital for some tests,

but he refused.

He's tough. Very tough.

He'll survive.

Were you living in Panicale
when Ornella disappeared?

I had just come back.

Do you think Sabatini
killed her?

I don't know, my dear,
I really don't know.

But I can see
why people think he did.

He was Ornella's
brothers' friend.

And a couple of people saw him

near the Pannaccis'
demolition yard

the night she disappeared.

- What's he like?
- Sylv.

Just curious.

Thank you.

Here, let me get that.

Now do me a favour.

I told Sabatini
to come to the surgery

to pick up some antibiotics,
but I'm sure he won't.

You could take them out to him.

You might even
persuade him to take them.

SignorSabatini?

Ah.

My name's Sylvia.

Dottore Vitale asked me

to stop by and give you this.

Antibiotics...

to stop your wound
from getting infected.

Signor?

Your garden's very lovely.

I've just moved to Panicale.

I'm looking for a gardener.

I don't work for other people.

But you worked up at the castle,
didn't you?

You're not looking
for a gardener.

You came here
to look at the monster.

Now you've seen him,
you can go away.

Everyone's saying that
it's Ornella Pannacci

that's buried up at the castle.

Do you think they're right?

No.

I've just bought
a house in Panicale.

I, I'm looking to demolish
some of the outbuildings

and I wondered if your company
would be able to help?

We are closed.

I am Giuseppe.

I am sorry about my brother,

but we recently
had some bad news.

Oh, God.
The name.

Are you related
to Ornella Pannacci?

She was our sister.

I'm so sorry.

They better get
the bastard this time.

Which bastard?

Carlo Sabatini.

You must be new here.

Everyone knows about
Carlo Sabatini.

You think this Sabatini
killed your sister?

Of course he did.

He used to hang around here
when we were younger.

He was not right in the head...

Sabatini.

Hardly talked.

Stood around like a big dummy.

But we felt sorry for him,
me and Andrea.

We'd all been in school
together, you know,

so we let him come over,
drink beer, watch football.

But my father never liked it.

He wouldn't let Ornella
anywhere near Sabatini.

Why not?

The way he used to look at her.

Like he wanted
something from her.

After she disappeared, Papa
never got over losing Ornella.

I think that's what
killed him in the end.

We lost him five years ago.

I hope you can
find some peace now,

one way or another.

Thank you, Signora.

We appreciate that.

I'm sorry we cannot help you.

Signora!

We are going to clear out
the big fireplace now.

Are you telling me that I should
go out for the rest of the day?

Er, it's going to get a little
dusty and a little loud.

Mamma Mia!

- Hello.
- Er, ciao. Valentino Infante.

- And you are?
- Sylvia Fox.

Yes, I was with Mallory Bell
when the body was found.

Are you the Marchese?

Oh, no, no.
No, thank God.

That died with my grandfather.

My mother was his only child,
so the castle came to me.

You would have had the title.

If only your mother
had been a boy.

This is an intriguing
collection.

Protest art,
I think you'd call it.

Dates back to 1945.

My grandfather
put up these signs,

as part of a campaign

to try and get the Germans

to return everything
after the war.

Did he have any luck?

A few items found
their way back.

Poor Elena.

She still feels the shame.

She makes it her duty
to remind me

of how precious this castle
is to the village.

But I can't afford
to keep it on.

Not what you were expecting
when you came to Monterosa.

What are you doing here?

Checking you're okay.

Thanks. I'm not.

Why don't you go away
for a few days?

To Rome, or Florence?

I'll let you know
when you can start work again.

Are you trying to get rid of me?

Of course not.
I'm worried about you.

Well, it's a bit late
for that now, isn't it?

At least let me buy you a drink.

- Oh.
- To your tenure.

Professor until they
cart you out in a box?

Oh, please don't mock me,
Sylvia Fox.

I wasn't.

I'm not getting my professorship

at the end of the month.

The University doesn't
even know... that I'm here.

I didn't credit a colleague
in a paper that I published,

and it's all blown up.

And now I am on unpaid leave
until they decide my position.

Oh, Mallory.
I'm sorry.

Please don't Mallory me. I...

I just wanted to find
another Templar site.

The oldest one in Italy.

Did you know that today
is the Queen of England's

official birthday?

Yes, our Queen is so important
that she has two birthdays.

So, how about you all
join me in celebrating

and I buy everyone a drink?

Thanks, Signora,
but I'm leaving.

Fuck your Queen.

Drinks all round, then.

Hamdani says thank you
for saving him from himself.

Does he?

Oh, he will,
when he's calmed down.

He did well to keep his cool.

You know, Bevilacqua comes
from a long line of little men.

His grandfather, Antonio,
was a partisan in the war

and called himself
a "Hero of Panicale"

for shooting up...
a couple of Germans.

And Bevilacqua thinks
he can act like the king.

What a weasel.

Can I walk with you?

Giuseppe Pannacci was with
Bevilacqua at the bar,

and outside
the Town Hall earlier.

Well, it's a small village.

Everybody knows everybody.

- I've met the Pannacci brothers.
- Mm-hmm.

There's something
not right there.

Ah, their sister was murdered.

Of course something's not right.

It's more than that.

They're hiding something.

I think Andrea might
have something to say,

if only his brother
will let him.

Er, why are you so interested
in Ornella Pannacci?

She disappeared 25 years
before you came to Panicale.

I found her body.

Yeah, but it's not your job
to find her killer.

I need to know.

Well, I'm this way.

The house is still a wreck.

God knows how much the building
works are gonna cost in the end.

Yeah, so any news
on your flat yet?

Ah, yes. I got
an offer yesterday.

I forgot to tell you
in all the excitement.

Brilliant.

Mm.

- Delicious lemonade.
- Mm.

Just what I needed.

Do you remember that
holiday in Wales?

One with the enormous beach
and the sea mist?

Yes.

With the cafe that sold the best

lemon ice lollies
that Mum loved.

Yeah.

That's where Dad
taught me to swim.

No, no.

No, that was years after.

In fact, I don't,
I don't think he ever

came on holiday with us,
even before.

Yes, he did.

I remember jumping through
the waves with him,

and him holding on to me,
and telling me to kick.

That must have been Uncle David.

I mean, we sometimes
went on holiday

with him and our cousins.

Definitely wasn't Dad.

Good afternoon, Sylvia.

I'm glad I've caught you.

We must start to do
cookery lessons.

Soon, I promise.

I know you've been busy
at the castle.

Ah, yes. Actually, I wanted
to ask you something.

When I was there,
I noticed Elena Decone

looking at a photo
of one of the missing artworks.

You mean La Marchesa.

That painting was 500 years old.

The pride of the village.

Rumours has it, it was Elena's
older sister who took it.

It was her ticket to Germany.

It broke Elena's heart.

Oh, don't worry,
these cakes aren't for me.

They're for my builders.

- Ah.
- To keep them sweet.

Okay.

- Grazie. Ciao.
- Ciao. See you later. Ciao.

Has there been some new evidence
found against SignorSabatini?

A pot of red paint in his shed.

Same pigmentation

as the graffiti
you found at the castle.

You exposed him to all this

because he owns
a tin of red paint?

There were other factors,

which I'm not at liberty
to disclose.

Who's she?

- Your nurse?
- No, no.

She's just a good Samaritan.

But I warn you...

resistance is futile.

Ah.

Is there someone
who'll feed your dog,

if you have to be away?

The farmer next door.

Good.

When Ornella disappeared

and everyone was
saying you killed her,

why did you stay in Panicale?

Why didn't you just leave?

I was born here.

Where would I go?

You were very sure
that it wasn't

Ornella at the castle.

Is that because
you know where she is?

Carlo Sabatini...

You're arresting him?

I thought you were just bringing
him in for questioning?

What's changed?

Oh, Sabatini has owned
a truck for nearly 30 years,

and at some point, interior
was cleaned with bleach.

But luminol testing
showed up blood stains

on the back seat
and on the passenger door.

The DNA is a match
for Ornella Pannacci.

You knew her, didn't you?

Listen, I was born here,
I went to school here.

When I came back from
the medical school,

I got my first job here.

Twenty-five years ago
last month.

Was Ornella
one of your patients?

Si. Si.

For a few weeks
before she went missing,

she was complaining
of bad headaches.

I thought something
was going on, at home.

She had a couple of bruises,
falls, she said.

They lived in a demolition yard

so it seemed plausible.

She was very anxious, withdrawn.

Her father accompanied her
to every appointment.

I was young, green.

I didn't say anything to anyone.

I didn't know what to do.

And I didn't do anything.

And then, it was too late.

- Good morning.
- Buongiorno.

I'm off to Rome.

- You'll lock up when you leave?
- Of course.

- A new car?
- Yes.

I thought it was time
I had one of my own.

- Very nice.
- Thanks.

- See you tomorrow.
- See you.

I was surprised when you called.

And that you're still here.

I'm a bit surprised, too.

I have the police report
you asked for.

Giuseppe Pannacci has a couple
of convictions for affray

and Andrea
has one for criminal damage.

Their father, Alfredo,

had some convictions
for minor offences,

but what is interesting
is the number of accusations

against him that
didn't get to court.

Such as?

Well, he was investigated twice

for assaulting his wife,

but the charges were dropped

when she refused to testify.

She died when
the children were quite young.

Cancer.

How did Alfredo die?

Alcohol-related illness.

One more thing.

Someone called the local
children's charity

in Umbria three times

before Ornella disappeared.

The calls only lasted, pfft,
three seconds.

The caller just hung up.

Ornella?

Someone in the house.

Any chance you could do
me another favour?

Si.

Ciao, Andrea.

I'm not meant to talk to you.

Why not?

You're not from here.

But that's why
you can talk to me.

Carlo Sabatini was a friend
of yours, wasn't he?

Do you really think
he hurt your sister?

They say he did.

But your father was
a violent man, wasn't he?

Did he beat Ornella?

I-I don't know anything
about that.

No. No, no, no, please, no.

Did your father used
to shut you in here?

When he was angry, or-or drunk.

He did it to Ornella, mostly.

Why was that, do you think?

Because she looked like
our mother.

Do you remember the night
Ornella went missing?

Your father said
he went hunting.

You and him and Giuseppe.

Was your father with you
the whole time?

Andrea, do you think
your father killed your sister?

I don't know.

You called a children's
helpline, didn't you?

You need to disappear.

Like Ornella?

Did your father go too far
and kill Ornella?

Did you help him
bury her at the castle?

Do you ever shut up?

There are four cameras
in this yard.

Two of them are pointing at us.

Cameras malfunction sometimes.

Recordings get erased.

I have a friend who's
very good with technology.

And her software
never malfunctions.

- Sylvia, are you okay?
- Thanks, Raffaella.

I'm out of there.

Hiya.

What's up?

How old was I when dad left?

Oh, well, um...

He didn't exactly leave.

He was away a lot,
and then one day,

he just didn't come back.

You must have been
about two, I think.

Are you sure?

I thought I was older.
Five or six, maybe.

How can I possibly remember him

if I was so young?

Because I do, really clearly.

Your favourite game

was where you were Sylvia

and I had to be dad,

and you would tell me
what to say and do.

And then, when I got bored,

you'd go off
and play on your own.

In your version,
he was the best dad ever.

And in yours?

Hello?

So, I have more information

about those paintings
you asked about.

Okay.

Well, all of them
were eventually traced

to Germany, except one.

La Marchesa?

That's it.

Thanks, Raffaella.

Hey! Hey!

I'm allowed to park there.

If you look
at the penalty notice,

you will see that it does not

relate to a parking violation.

What?

You are a non-EU resident

driving an
EU registered vehicle.

You require separate insurance

that you do not possess.

But I live here.

The penalty is 50 euros

if you pay within 14 days.

One hundred any time after that.

Good day, Signora.

Hi, Matteo.

You'll never believe this.

Capitano.

I've just been told.

The body's not Ornella's.

Exacto.

But how do you know?

Because of nuclear tests
in the 1950s.

Well, they released

so much Carbon 14
into the atmosphere,

that the first thing
you can tell

when you analyse a set of bones

is whether
they are pre or post-1950.

These are pre.

So they can't be Ornella's.

- And Sabatini is in the clear.
- Well, not quite.

Though without a body,
we don't have

enough evidence to charge him.

But if it isn't Ornella
buried at the castle,

then where is she?

It means she's still
a missing person.

Of course.

So maybe she can
be found this time?

Maybe.

You have to bruise the leaves,

or the flavour doesn't come out.

No, not like that!

Don't slice, shave.

Okay. But wouldn't it be easier
just to press the garlic?

Easier, but wrong.

Imagine it's the vigile's

fat head.

Nothing escapes you, Antonella.

Don't worry about Bevilacqua.

All the men
in that family are assholes.

I thought the grandfather
was a war hero?

Maybe.

White wine?

I thought red with lamb?

To drink, yes.

But when you cook with tomatoes,

always white.

You heard that the body at the
castle isn't Ornella Pannacci?

It's all everyone's
talking about.

I was glad, but then I thought

about what it means.

That she's still out there.

Buried somewhere else.

Maybe a long way from home.

Please.

Did you know Ornella?

No.

But my neighbour's daughter

Gabriella was friends

with the povera ragazza.

She must have been devastated
when Ornella disappeared.

Of course.

Does Gabriella
still live around here?

In Perugia.

- Salve.
- Hello.

- Can I help you?
- Ah, yes, I hope so.

I've just moved here,

and my garden
is completely wild.

How exciting.

You can make it
into anything you want.

Maybe you know the place.

La Casa Vecchia,
it's just outside Panicale?

You are Gabriella, though,
aren't you?

Didn't you used
to live in Panicale?

How do you know that?

You were recommended to me
by Antonella Vitale.

She said you know everything
there is to know about gardens.

My sister is married to her son.

Matteo?

- Lucky woman.
- I know.

You were friends with
Ornella Pannacci, weren't you?

Do you believe that she's dead?

Why are you asking these
questions?

Matteo's been so upset about it.

It's brought back
a lot of memories.

For years

after Ornella disappeared,

I kept seeing her.

In the street,
at the supermarket.

But it was always somebody else.

Was there a reason
you kept hoping?

I gave it to Ornella
for her birthday,

the last one before...

I used to call her
piccolo girasole.

Little sunflower.

Because she'd light up the room.

She found it
in her bicycle basket.

Did you put it there?

The police haven't given up
on finding her, you know.

It's gonna hit
the news any day now.

Ornella's picture
will be everywhere.

They will find her.

I'd forgotten.

What?

I'll show you.

No one else.

Just you.

You drive.

Okay.

Come on.

Where am I going?

Left at the end.

Away from Panicale?

Where are we going, Carlo?

You found Ornella in the
demolition yard, didn't you?

Her father had locked
her in the outbuilding.

She was bleeding.

Did you do something to her,
to make her get in your truck?

Her blood was in your truck.

Where now?

Where did you take
Ornella that night?

I can't tell you.
I can't tell you.

- Why not?
- I made a promise!

Carlo.

Ah, meravigliosa!

- Grazie.
- Prego.

Have you delivered any
letters to SignorSabatini

since he's been released?

Oh, I never deliver to Sabatini.

Then who does?

Nobody.

After his first, uh, arrest,

people sent him all stuff,

uh, like knives,
uh, nails, dogshit.

All the postmen
refused to deliver.

Well, then what's
happened to his mail?

Hmm. It's kept
at the post office.

For him to come and pick up,
if he wants.

But he never does.

Be quick.
I'm not really supposed to...

- Signora?
- Salve.

I'd like to look at some old
marriage registers, please.

- For when?
- About 50 years ago, roughly.

- Certo.
- Grazie.

Tell me one good thing
that happened this week.

I got angry
with that girl again...

but I didn't hit her.

I didn't even shout.

Well done.

See you next week, Pablo.

Bye.

- Arrivederci.
- Grazie.

SignorSabatini.

I've brought someone to see you.

I hope you don't mind.

Carlo.

Ornella?

I had no idea.

And I can't believe
you kept my secret

for so long,
after all you've suffered.

It was worth it, to get you away
from your father.

I just wanted you to be safe.

I tried to let you know.

It doesn't matter now.

You're okay?

You have a good life?

Of course I struggled

for a long time, but...

I got help.

And now I give it.

I have a good life, Carlo.

Thanks to you.

I remember the sound of the bolt

being pulled back.

At first I thought
it was my father,

come back to hit me again.

But then I realised
it was Carlo.

I barely knew him.

I'd said maybe
three words to him.

And he picked me up
and took me out of there.

I laid under a blanket
until we were out of town.

Then we stopped
at Gabriella's farm...

and I asked him to leave
my scarf for her,

to show her I was okay.

We drove for hours.

I drifted in and out
of consciousness.

But every time
I opened my eyes, he was there.

Did you have a plan?

I'd been to Bologna

once with mama.

Big city.

Didn't want anyone to know.

I made Carlo promise.

And I changed my name,

enrolled in school.

And never look back.

You were very brave.

Um, Sylvia...

what made you think
I was still alive?

I couldn't quite
believe it of Carlo.

And then the scarf
and the postcard.

It was lucky you took
your mother's maiden name,

or I would never have found you.

And lucky that my father
and brothers

weren't as clever as you.

Do they know I'm here?

No. It's up to you
if you want to see them.

That last day,

when I told my father to stop

or I'd go to the police...

he beat me so badly

that I thought
I was going to die.

And Andrea tried to stop him...

but there was
nothing he could do.

Giuseppe didn't even try.

I think your brothers were
terrified of your father too.

So was Carlo.

But that didn't stop him
helping me.

Hello?

Some forensics news,
SignoraVolpe.

It seems that she was shot.

At close range, judging
from the bone splinters.

But they also found this,

in the earth packed
into her chest cavity.

What is it?

The badge
of La Brigata Garibaldi.

The partisans.

Is there any record
of any female partisan

from the area
who went missing in action?

Uh, we are checking,
but it's difficult.

A lot of people
disappeared during

the last years of the war, so...

She may not even
have been from here.

Poor girl.

At least she died with honour.

The shame of my family.

I was the only one

they left behind.

When I was young,

my mother was always

busy caring for the Marchesa.

Adriana was, uh, 15 years older.

- Your sister?
- Yes. Yes.

She took the place
of a mother for me.

She was much older,

but she always had time to play.

I was three, four...

And I hid...

in these gardens.

I had all,

all the best hiding places.

But Adriana always found me.

Did you ever have
a special hiding place?

One that only you and Adriana
knew about?

Yes.

What's this?

Mio Dio, La Marchesa!

Your sister didn't steal
La Marchesa, Elena.

She saved her.

Hid the portrait somewhere
no one would find it.

But then why did she run away?

I don't think she did run away.

I think she's been
here all along,

waiting for us to find her.

Thank you all for coming today.

We're celebrating
the return of not just one,

but two daughters of Panicale.

Doctor Ornella Masetti
has returned to us

after 25 years.

She's a distinguished
citizen of Bologna now,

but she'll always
be one of our own.

And after almost eighty years
in hiding,

our renaissance treasure,
La Marchesa of Panicale,

is finally back
where she belongs.

This is also a homecoming

for two people who've been
wronged for far too long.

Carlo Sabatini
was Ornella's saviour.

And Adriana Decone was accused
of being a traitor.

Now we know that
she gave her life

to defend her freedom.

So it is with great pleasure
that I ask Elena Decone

to honour her
sister's memory by unveiling

the pride of Panicale,
La Marchesa.

And Bevilacqua
has put in for a transfer.

Thank God. I can't afford
any more parking tickets.

So you really
think he was responsible

for the graffiti?

Why?

To stop Mallory finding Adriana.

How would he know
that she was there?

I think his
grandfather told him.

Old man Bevilacqua
was a partisan.

If he knew that
the Nazis shot Adriana,

he would have spoken out
after the war.

Unless he was a traitor,
and he shot Adriana

because she wouldn't
give up the picture.

Then changed
his story after the war,

so that he became the hero.

Brava.

So, Valentino's
decided against selling up.

It's good news
for Panicale, I think.

All the excitement about
the return of the painting

seems to have inspired him.

I must say,
I found that so moving.

Yeah. And what about
your dig, Mallory?

Can you get back to work now?

No point, with term
starting again next week.

When they heard that
I was part of the recovery

of the Marchesa,
Marlowe Hill have asked me back.

The professorship
is still on the cards.

But Valentino said that

I can come back
at any time and dig.

You're welcome to tag along
if you want, Sylvia.

You too, Arabella.

Ah, we'll bear that in mind,
won't we, Arabella?

Excellent.

Ciao, Tesoro, ciao, ciao, ciao.

- Grazie.
- Grazie.

It's been a lovely evening.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

I should find a taxi.

Sorry, I cannot invite you back
to my place.

It's okay.

I live
in the Carabinieri barracks.

And Hamdani is also
on the same floor.