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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.