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It's half past five.

How the hell do you do that?

What?

Know what time it is when your eyes are shut?

I just do.

-Hm. -Why are you up so early?

You know, you could let me keep a couple of clean shirts here.

Then I could stay and make you breakfast.

Don't push it.

Or at least stop throwing away my toothbrushes.

-Morning, ma'am. -Morning, CJ.

Thanks.

Sylvia Fox's office, how can I help?

Felicity's office called.

The meeting's started.

I thought it was at00.

Seems they moved it up.

And you can get away early tonight.

Buy that gift?

Sylvia, it's your niece's wedding.

I'm not sure I'm going.

Tricky time to take leave.

Ah, Sylvia, thank you for joining.

You know Imgone Blake from the Foreign Office?

Yes, of course.

Imogen, would you bring Sylvia up to speed?

As you're aware, we've been working hard to improve

diplomatic relations with the Emirate of Hezrah,

as part of that initiative we've agreed to share certain,

limited, intelligence with their authorities.

How limited?

Terrorism related issues essentially.

The Hezrahni regime makes no distinction

between terrorists and dissidents.

We see recent changes at the top in Hezrah

as grounds for optimism.

Do you? I don't.

The new guard is basically the old guard

in smarter suits and speaking better English.

-I'm not here to argue. -Of course you aren't, dear.

You're with the Foreign Office.

There'll be nothing handed over that compromises

any of my sources?

Their identities will of course remain secret.

That's not enough.

I need sight of everything that goes to the Hezrahnis,

so that it can't be traced back to any of my people.

-Not possible I'm afraid. -It's not up to you, is it?

You're seriously prepared to expose my assets--

-To the risk of-- -Your assets?

I'm standing down the Hezrahni operation, as of now.

I'll get out there tonight and start closing it down.

No. You're management now.

Which means sitting behind a desk and managing,

not dashing across time zones on a whim.

Can't just--

And there must be no contact with the individuals involved

without my specific authorization.

Sylvia, wait. Come on.

That was an ambush, and you led me straight into it.

So that's why you were up at dawn.

We couldn't jeopardize the negotiations.

You don't trust me?

Hah. I used to be married to you, remember?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means I know you.

I know that you put your loyalty to your agents

above everything else. Including your career.

Why am I even surprised by this?

Dame Felicity wrote the fucking book on betrayal.

Just, uh, just breathe.

Don't patronize me, Adam.

I had enough of that in there.

Look, I'll come over later.

We'll talk.

Tomorrow then.

I won't be here tomorrow. I'm taking a few days leave.

Wait, wait, wait. You're not going to Hezrah I hope.

I'm not that stupid.

Well, so where are you going?

You're a bloody spy, Adam. You work it out.

Welcome. Isabel, your sister is here.

Hi.

You made it!

Of course I did.

We're up here.

Sylvia.

-Hah. Matteo. -Sylvia.

So wonderful to see you here at last.

What about a Negroni, huh?

Ah, Isabel, I like your husband a lot.

-This is for you. -Grazie.

Here, my dear.

So, let's start as we mean to go on, hm?

-Hm. -Hm.

Hm. Hmm.

This place is incredible.

I can't believe you actually live here. Ha-ha-ha.

It's been in Matteo's family nearly 200 years.

I can't believe you are seeing it for the first time.

Yeah, well, we've invited her often enough.

Hm.

Anyway, you need to change.

Yeah, we're going out to eat with all the family.

-Oh, wonderful. Heh. -Yeah. Heh.

You look so well.

-Hmm-hmm. -And happy.

Of course she does.

She married an Italian.

Anyway, come on, I'll show you your room.

Is that her?

-Matteo's mother? -Hm.

Welcome.

Sylvia, my mother.

Stop it. I'll tell you later, don't worry, don't worry.

-Ha-ha-ha. -Italian mothers.

Please.

That's not the story that she told me.

I can't believe you did that. That's amazing.

Alice and Tommaso should be here by now.

They are young and in love, Isabella. Don't fuss.

My sister didn't tell me

that you were such a romantic, SignoraVitale.

Antonella, please. You're family.

I'm glad you came.

Isabella did not think you would.

Mama.

Couldn't miss my niece's wedding.

Ah, they're here. Aah. Hey.

Ah, you made it!

Why does everyone keep saying that?

This is my Aunt Sylvia, and this is my Tommaso.

Lovely. Lovely to meet you, Sylvia.

And you.

Alice told me all about her favorite aunt.

Her only aunt. Heh.

But she hasn't told me nearly enough about you. Come.

Is that so?

-Mama, you look gorgeous. -Isabel.

Good to see you.

You did not come when Matteo married Isabella.

I was working in the Middle East.

You have a very important job.

I'm a civil servant, it's very boring.

-What do you do? -Me?

-Hm. -I am a notario.

Like a lawyer but less money.

-Which is not true. -Also very boring.

That's true.

-We should order. -Yes.

Do you want me to translate the menu for you?

Then, Sylvia, you should order mm...

Umberto cooks it almost as well as I do.

See, when Mama's around we don't need menus.

Hey! Ha-ha-ha.

-Cheers. -Chin-chin.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Oh, more emotion than that.

Antonella, this is delicious, you were right.

Go on, admit it.

You'd have been just as happy with fish fingers.

Fingers? Fingers what?

Oh, Madonna!

Mum was right though.

Sylvia's freezer is full of them.

How would you know?

There is nothing wrong with fish fingers.

I appreciate good food, I just can't cook it.

-It's not true. -It is true.

You poor girl.

It's nothing to laugh about.

So...

So you spent a lot of time together in London, huh?

That's nice. I didn't know that.

I took the starving student out for dinner occasionally.

Really?

Yeah, the exhibitions, restaurants, we got around.

We had some adventures.

-How did you meet Tommaso? -Oh, yes, tell the story.

-Oh, well now, I mean-- -Sorry.

Sylvia was just asking me how we met.

Oh, she did?

Um, so...

You remember when I was waitressing

at that restaurant in Perugia?

So, I was working one night and Tommaso came in

and I served him.

-And, she forgot half my order. -Stop!

So, I came back the next night and the one after,

just to see how long it would take her to get it right.

I knew something was up when Alice said

she wasn't coming back to London and wouldn't tell me why.

I was afraid you might disapprove.

Disapprove? Of me?

No, of me.

For picking a man over a master's degree.

Well, lucky for me she did.

She made me believe in myself.

Aah.

What about after the wedding? What are your plans?

God, I haven't really thought beyond the honeymoon.

-Have you? -Crete.

Tommaso's booked the most fantastic villa.

Can you show them the pictures?

Look Alice, your friends are here.

Ah.

We're gonna get a quick drink.

Sylvia, do you wanna join us?

No, you go and have a great time.

-Okay. -I'll come.

-Yes. -Yes.

It was a real pleasure.

-Ciao. -Ciao.

-See you tomorrow. -See you tomorrow.

Did Tommaso pass the test?

Well, he seems delightful.

They're very much in love you know.

I can see that.

But?

But nothing.

Are you okay, my love, you sure?

DV 079FD.

It's lovely.

Do you like him?

He's handsome, charming, and he adores you.

And your dress is beautiful.

But it's not me though. Is it?

It's in here somewhere, ah.

It's an old one of mum's.

Do you think she'll mind if I wear it tomorrow?

Oh.

I don't think she'll mind at all.

Mum!

There's no hot water!

-Mum! -Matteo.

I heard you.

I'm coming!

Sylvia.

It's so lovely.

What was wrong with the church?

Alice isn't a catholic, you know that.

Hm.

Alice seems so happy that Matteo's giving her away.

He's been more of a father to her than Richard ever was.

Who's here from Tommaso's side?

Oh, he...

He hasn't anyone really.

His parents are both dead.

And there's a sister in Canada.

That's a shame.

Is that his best man?

Yeah. Franco.

He's a-a neighbor, I think.

Why, Sylv?

-Hm? -Why?

Where's the groom?

He should be here by now.

I'll just go and talk to Franco.

Um, Franco...

What-what are you doing?

Darling, darling.

Wait, darling. Darling!

Alice, wait!

Wait, please.

Something's happened, hasn't it?

Is Tommaso dead?

No, of course not.

Alice, call him.

Okay.

The number you've dialed is not--

-No. -Matteo, try.

Who knows, maybe he...

Alice, are there any other friends

of Tommaso's you can contact?

Well, I really think we should call the police.

-No. -Why not, darling?

And if there has been an accident and if--

And if there hasn't? What do we say?

That I was dumped at the altar?

He lives in Magione, doesn't he?

You give me the address and I'll go and--

No, no, no. Please, just... Just leave it.

Please.

How could he do this to her?

-I call the Carabinieri. -No, don't.

I think you should let Alice decide how to handle this.

You have arrived at your destination.

Hm.

-Alice? -What are you doing here?

The same thing as you. He's not here.

Jesus, is that blood?

How did you get here?

-I-- -How did you get here, Alice?

My scooter, I--

You get back on your bike and you go straight home.

You talk to no one and you were never here, okay?

-Okay? Go. -Yeah.

Hi, boss.

Shouldn't you be dancing with a tall, dark, Italian stranger?

There's been a slight hitch.

Listen, this is strictly under the radar.

I've got some prints I need ID'd.

I'm on it.

SignoraSylvia Fox?

Yes. Who are you?

This is your house?

If it was my house I would have let you in

rather than leaving you to break down the gate.

What are you doing here?

The man who lives here was supposed to

marry my niece today.

He didn't turn up, so, I came to look for him.

How did you get in?

I climbed over the wall.

And you saw the body from here?

Bird watcher.

I always travel with binoculars.

At least the signoradidn't waste her journey.

I think that's an osprey.

Too small.

Probably a seagull.

Hm.

Are you English?

-Yes. -And you found her?

Where is your niece, SignoraFox?

At her parents' house in Panicale.

-She didn't come with you? -No.

The signorashould leave now,

so we can search through the property.

What were you going to say to SignorRossi

if he would have been home?

Or do to him?

-I hadn't quite decided. -Hm.

Rabia?

I have a match on the fingerprints.

That was fast. Does she have a criminal record?

No, but she's entered the States

a couple of times. Laura Boscolo.

Italian national, born Civitavecchia 1986.

Now resident in Perugia.

Laura Boscolo. Thanks.

Look, I don't know what's going on out there.

But do you need me to send in a clean-up crew?

No, it's okay.

I covered my tracks before I called the police.

Speaking of which, can you get me background

on a Carabinieri officer,

CapitanoGiovanni Riva.

R-I-V-A.

Based in Umbria, probably Perugia.

Thanks, Rabia.

This morning...

when you found out Tommaso hadn't arrived...

you thought he was dead, why?

I don't know, I was panicking.

The blood. Is it his?

There was a woman's body in the lake.

Now we've only got a few minutes before the police arrive.

So, you need to talk to me.

Does the name Laura Boscolo mean anything to you?

-No. Hm. -Sure?

And you've had no word from him, from either of his mobiles?

-No. -Okay.

You weren't at Tommaso's house.

You haven't seen me since this morning.

You know nothing about the body or about Tommaso's whereabouts.

You haven't heard from him and you're devastated.

I am devastated.

And how much you know about Mr. Rossi's work?

Tommaso is a registered notario, he has an office in Perugia.

Did Tommaso ever introduce you to any of his clients?

No, why?

And you're sure you don't recognize

the woman in this photograph?

Never seen her before in my life.

That body has nothing to do with me or with Tommaso.

You can only make the promise for yourself, signorina.

But not for SignorRossi.

So, tell me again, when was the last time

you met SignorRossi?

Um, the night before our wedding.

That evening...

Giovanni Riva.

Worked out of the Bari Command for 20 years.

He was moved to the regional crime office

in Perugia a year ago.

Doesn't sound like a promotion. Is he bad news?

Sorry, Sylvia, that's all I've got.

-SignoraFox. -Hello again.

-Have you found SignorRossi? -Not yet.

Has the dead woman been identified?

If you don't mind me asking.

Do you recognize her?

No.

But I think you did.

Are you a doctor, signora?

-Or maybe a police officer? -Neither.

Most people panic at the sight of

dead bodies, but you were very calm.

I never got that close.

Oh, of course, the binoculars.

Right.

Well, goodbye, SignoraFox.

Or should I say SignoraVolpe?

Hm.

Sounds better in Italian.

Everything sounds better in Italian.

Hm.

Where did you disappear to earlier?

I drove up into the hills, went for a walk.

You know they've found a woman's body

in the lake near Tommaso's house?

Yes, the Carabinieri officer outside told me.

Well, I can't believe Tommaso had anything to do with it.

If he didn't, where is he now?

How's Alice?

How do you think?

Sylvia?

Are you okay?

That's her isn't it?

The woman they found at Tommaso's house?

Let's see?

That's the Gazzetta di Perugia.

I remember that night, Tommaso said he had a work thing

but that I couldn't go.

And I was upset because it was our three month anniversary.

Who is she to him?

Signora?

Can I have a table for one please?

Sorry, we're fully booked.

A birthday party, 30 children.

Believe me, you don't want to be here.

Well, that's great to see that you're doing so well.

I was on the EU subcommittee that approved your funding?

Now I feel terrible.

Maybe you could come back another day? Please?

Let me know you are coming and we'll treat you like a queen.

I think it's wonderful what you're doing,

training up so many disadvantaged young people.

And, I so enjoyed meeting your co-owner, um...

Laura Boscolo, when we did the funding panel?

I'd like to get in touch with her again.

I wonder if I could have her number?

Uh, sorry, I'm not permitted to give out personal numbers.

You understand, signora?

Carson, Dawn Carson.

Perhaps I could give you mine?

Of course.

-Grazie. -Thank you.

Could I speak to Carla Galli, please?

Yes, who's this?

SignoraGalli, my name is Sylvia Fox.

I've been reading some of your articles.

And I wanted to ask you about a Laura Boscolo?

Sorry, I'm not interested.

Oh, do you need some help?

I'm-I'm okay, thanks.

You're Carla Galli aren't you?

My name's Sylvia, I called you earlier.

Please.

I just need a moment.

What do you want?

You hung up on me.

Was it because I mentioned Laura Boscolo?

Look, I've only just started working

and I don't have time to speak to every person

who thinks they have a story.

You had an accident?

Six months ago. The doctors say I may even walk again one day.

I'm sorry.

Did you know that Laura Boscolo has been murdered?

Yes.

Her body was found very close to the house of a man

named Tommaso Rossi.

My niece was due to marry Rossi yesterday.

But he didn't turn up.

Look, I've never heard of Tommaso Rossi.

But, if he had anything to do with Laura Boscolo,

your niece has had a lucky escape.

Oh, I'm so sorry, let me help.

I didn't see you there.

I'm really sorry.

No.

Ah, SignoraVolpe.

Have you found another body?

No. But I did find these,

they're from my sister's garden.

Oh, thank you.

Please, sit.

I wondered if there was any news about Tommaso Rossi?

No, but if Alice hears from him,

will you tell me?

I don't think she has.

I believe that you work for the UK government, signora?

-Hm. -Doing what?

Agricultural exports. Negotiations mainly.

Hm, but that sounds very straight forward

for someone with your security clearance.

I met Carla Galli.

Galli? Yeah, good journalist.

It's just terrible what happened to her.

-The accident. -Was it an accident?

Well, we found no proof of criminality.

So, you did investigate?

The brakes of her car failed,

but we did not find anything else.

I mean, what did SignoraGalli tell you?

CapitanoRiva, should I be worried for my niece?

You should take care, signora, for your family and yourself.

Hello? Ciao, I was given your number by a friend.

I'm looking for something to take to a Christening party.

I wondered if you could help?

Today if possible.

-Are you Raffaella? -Yes, and you?

Miss Francis.

Oh, yes, the special order? A Christening party, right?

That's right.

So, what do you need?

An electronic tag for a mobile phone.

I have a shadow tracker, will that do?

Yes.

Okay, good.

Your phone please?

Thank you.

Okay. You got the software now.

Thanks.

You know how it works?

I access the OS of the target device then use this code?

Exactly. It will give you a location to within ten meters,

plus access to all data from the host device,

and you can listen in to calls.

Perfect.

Is there anything else I can help you with?

Possibly.

I thought you gave that up years ago?

Filthy art school habit.

I've gone from hiding it from mum

to hiding it from Matteo.

How's Alice?

I think she's scared Tommaso might have killed that woman.

And that he might be dead too.

Buenos Aires?

-Come on, come on. -Ow! Ow! Ah!

-Are you okay? -Yeah.

Just stepped on a pistachio shell in the hall.

-Ouch. -Yeah, yeah.

-Is everything okay? -Hm.

I didn't know Sylvia had friends in Italy.

Oh, she has friends all over the world.

And enemies too probably.

Bound to in her line of work.

-Trade negotiations. -Oh, darling.

You don't believe all that stuff about her

being a boring civil servant, do you?

Sylvia's a spy.

She's a spy.

-She told you that? -No, she didn't need to.

Studied Arabic at Cambridge,

conspicuously dull diplomatic career,

endless postings abroad, what else could she be?

My mother never guessed, and I didn't let on.

Why haven't you told me this before?

I can keep secrets too.

Is that coffee ready?

-Hm? -Coffee.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Coffee, of course, your secret coffee,

secret cigarette in your secret studio

with your secret family.

It's a long time ago, in any case,

students records are confidential.

Well, is there someone who might remember?

I don't have much family left, so,

it would really help if I could find him.

Sorry, signora.

I can't recall Tommaso Rossi.

Are you sure he was a pupil here?

Well, the man I'm looking for seems to have treasured this.

Um-hm.

Many of the children have no books of their own,

they fall in love with one,

and it's natural they want to keep it.

This is a picture of him.

Does he look like any of the boys

that you taught 20 years ago?

It's a type, you know. I am sorry.

Please, signora.

What about this boy?

The hair might not be quite right.

I can't help you, signora.

Signora?

He wasn't a pupil.

He was the caretaker's boy.

His name was...Luciano?

Yes, Luciano Rinaldi.

What do you remember about him?

Not much, they left when his father died.

He was murdered.

Goodbye, signora.

Cast your net well and the fish will come.

Hello, Ercole.

Ah...

How's retirement?

Fantastic.

I'm fighting seagulls rather than terrorists now.

And it's a battle I intend to win.

You want to know about Laura Boscolo?

Did you find much?

Boscolo moved to Perugia a couple of years ago.

Clean, as far as I can tell, immaculate in fact.

Hm.

Which is interesting.

'Cause her brother is Richelmo Gregori.

The boss who pretty much runs this place.

What are his specialties?

Drugs, intimidation, violence definitely.

Murder almost certainly.

But no one has ever been able to lay a finger on him.

Except once.

When he was indicted for fraud.

How long did he serve?

Not a day. Another man took the plane and went to jail instead.

Was the man's name Luciano Rinaldi by any chance?

Sylvia, you are not sanctioned here.

And Gregori will go a long way

to keep his sister's business legit, dead or not.

Turn around. Slowly.

-Aah! -Argh!

No, no, no, no.

Tommaso?

Wait!

Tommaso?

You just missed him.

I saw someone watching the house.

Thought it was one of Gregori's men.

Aren't you gonna ask who's Gregori?

I know who Richelmo Gregori is, Tommaso used to work for him.

But he wasn't Tommaso then, was he?

He was Luciano Rinaldi.

Clever Aunty Sylvia.

We can talk about this now, or,

I can shout questions through your door later

so your mother can hear?

When did Tommaso tell you the truth about himself?

When he realized things were getting serious between us.

And you weren't concerned

that he was living under a false name?

-It wasn't like that. -What was it like?

Tommaso was just a boy when his father died,

he said Gregori made him stay on at school,

helped him qualify to be a notario, gave him work.

And then they wouldn't let him go?

And so you decided to take off to South America without telling

your mother even though you knew it would break her heart?

Don't lecture me, I'm family, Sylvia.

Where were you when my grandma was dying?

You're not gonna believe this,

but I didn't know that she was ill.

Yeah, you're right.

I don't believe you.

What's it gonna take, Alice?

Isn't a dead woman in a lake enough?

Aren't you coming?

How was Rome?

And your friend?

Both good, thanks.

You didn't go to Rome, did you?

And there is no friend.

Work, I suppose.

I should have guessed.

Probably the only reason you came to the wedding.

Oh, that's not true. For Christ's sake.

If you've found out anything about Tommaso, tell me.

I'm Alice's mother, I have a right to know.

Why didn't you tell me when mum went in to hospital?

You were on the other side of the world.

That's why God invented airplanes.

Oh.

Mum was so proud of you and your

glittering career, she didn't want to bother you.

Well it bothers me that I didn't get to say goodbye.

You didn't tell me, but you're still angry

with me that I wasn't there!

No, I'm angry because--

I have to go to Perugia.

See another friend?

I heard about Laura Boscolo,

I wanted to offer my condolences, I'm sorry.

Yes.

Will the restaurant survive? Without her, I mean.

I hope so.

Ah, the rest of the team are at our training kitchen

a few minutes away, you want to see?

-Very much. -My car is very near.

Mine is just outside.

Did you and Laura set up the restaurant together?

My father started it.

Laura stepped in a few years ago when we were losing money.

Turn here please.

Laura's money saved us.

This training program was her idea.

How do you recruit the trainees?

We take the young people nobody wants.

You can park through here.

Gregori.

No!

You're crazy.

He just wanted to talk.

There's nothing in those pizza boxes.

Was the restaurant always a front?

No. I was in debt,

Laura put money into the business,

she kept us going, I was so grateful.

But then you found out the cost of her help.

-It was only weed at first. -Drugs?

Now there's no point even putting pizzas in the boxes.

Get out.

We must be 20 kilometers away.

Get out.

It wasn't an accident, was it?

Someone who worked with Boscolo asked to talk.

He said he wanted to help.

I was stupid enough to believe him.

He set you up?

When I was driving back from our meeting

my brakes failed.

The investigation said it was an accident?

What investigation?

-The police told me that-- -The police?

People like them own the police.

The man you met, the one who set you up,

was it Tommaso Rossi?

I told you, I've never heard of Tommaso Rossi.

He called himself Pietro.

Is this the man?

That's him.

Do you think I'm stupid, signora?Or corrupt?

I'm an Italian police officer so I must be

one or the other, right?

I know you're not stupid.

You know nothing of how things work here.

Rossi worked for Boscolo, presumably.

It seems Rossi stole from Boscolo, she found out,

and they killed her and ran away.

For your family's sake,

you should really hope he's very far away.

Oh, darling, um, do you want some coffee?

No time, I have to go to Perugia

to answer some more questions from the carabineri.

Oh, well, shall I come with you?

No, it's fine. Thanks, mum.

She seems brighter, don't you think?

Hm.

I should get going too.

Alice!

Hey.

Did you bring your passport?

The woman in the lake, Laura Boscolo,

did you kill her?

I had no choice.

-It was her or me. -I don't understand.

The train for Rome leaves in ten minutes,

once we are on it you can ask me any questions you like.

No, no, no, no, no. Now.

Why was she there? At your house?

Because she found out I was going away, she came to stop me.

Why? You're just a notario, she could hire another one.

It's more complicated than that.

Laura is Gregori's sister.

-And I went to prison for him. -Prison?

That's why he let me leave Civitavecchia.

He owns me. He always will. Unless I get far away from here.

Nobody can own another person.

Not in your world maybe.

In mine it happens all the time.

Alice, I love you,

you made me realize that I could change and live a better life.

Then it will be okay. I promise.

You're so beautiful.

I'll be right back, okay?

-Don't do it, Alice. -What are you doing here?

Trying to stop you throwing your life away on a killer.

It was self-defense.

He stabbed her to death with a kitchen knife.

Where did you think this money was coming from?

For your new life in South America?

I don't know and neither do you.

Did he tell you about the journalist?

What journalist?

Carla Galli was investigating Laura Boscolo

when they got to her,

she was lucky she survived.

She said she might even walk again one day.

That's terrible. But it had nothing to do with Tommaso.

It has everything to do with Tommaso. He set her up.

Do you think you can run forever?

They'll find him wherever you go and they'll kill him.

And they'll kill you too. Don't do this.

He has to give himself up, it's his only hope.

If you love him you'll tell him--

Just stay out of this, Sylvia.

Okay? Ready? Ready?

The money for South America, did you steal it from her?

-No. -From Laura?

I earned it.

I thought we'd be gone before she found out.

Why didn't you just give it back?

Because she'd have taken it

and put a bullet in my head.

That's why.

Come on, we don't have much time.

But the journalist, the journalist, Carla something.

-Good girl. -Did you set her up?

I met Galli to tell her what I knew,

Laura must have found out and had me followed.

They cut her brakes, not me.

I don't think I can do this, Tommaso.

Yes, we can.

No, you have to give yourself up.

It's the only way, you must see that.

Please, I need you, please.

Ask him how my sister found out

about this little meeting with Carla Galli.

Go on, ask him.

She looked at his phone while he was sleeping in bed beside her.

You can go if you like, Luciano. I won't try to stop you.

I'll just kill this young lady in your place.

What? Good.

Here's what's going to happen.

Where are you?

Shit.

Stop here.

-Let her go. -I will.

When I've finished with you.

Or maybe I won't, you'll never know, will you?

Take this.

Tie him up, quickly.

Get out of here as fast as you can.

Don't stop, don't talk to anyone.

-Come on. -Not him. Just you.

No.

Don't you understand?

It's true what he said. Everything.

Me and Laura, true.

The money, that journalist, everything.

No. Please.

Go, Alice. Just go!

You really do love her, don't you?

I had a life with her.

But it wasn't mine, was it?

The police will be here any minute,

you have no chance of escape.

Gregori brought you here at gunpoint, but you disarmed him,

you could have killed him, but you didn't.

That should count for something.

Tell them everything you know about Gregori and Boscolo.

Don't tell them Alice was here.

Why are you doing this for me? Who are you?

Just an anxious aunt.

Signora Volpe, what a surprise.

Take a look in the black SUV.

Sylvia?

CapitanoRivo was here. You just missed him.

And?

Tommaso's been arrested, but, uh,

Riva thinks he might be able to claim self-defense.

I'm sorry to hear about Tommaso.

But not surprised.

That's very good.

Yeah. Maybe I'll actually get to finish it now.

I think that policeman, capitano, likes you.

-Riva? -Hm.

He can't stand me.

For someone so perceptive

you can be very dense at times, Sylv.

-For you. -Really?

What is it? How did you know?

When I'm not being dense,

sometimes I can be quite perceptive.

It's been good to see you. I wish I didn't have to leave.

Oh. Well, why don't you stay for a bit?

I mean, you've hardly seen anything of the place yet.

Of course not.

Sylvia?

Thank you.

Oh, my pleasure.

I wasn't talking about the perfume.

You think I've been an idiot, don't you?

I think you fell in love.

When he first met me, at the restaurant,

he was there working for Laura, wasn't he?

He's been playing me since the start.

I don't think he was playing you.

I think he loved you as much as he was capable of loving anyone.

Do you still love him?

Hello?

Don't you mean buonasera?

Well, I mean, I tried to smooth things over,

but Felicity seems determined to put you in charge

of liaison with the Ministry of Defense .

Retribution.

When are you coming back?

I miss you.

We've been missing each other for a long time, Adam.

Bye.