Signora Volpe (2022) s03e02 Episode Script
Goldilocks Is Dead
1
[gentle music]
[birds twittering]
[car revving]
[pulsing music on car stereo]
[woman]
Ciao,
Sylvia!
[Sylvia]
Ciao!
[woman speaking Italian]
[pulsing music continues]
[Sylvia panting]
[woman screams]
[intriguing music]
[man speaking Italian]
Olivia! What's wrong?!
Oh, my God.
[tense music]
What's wrong?
Olivia?
[Olivia gasping]
Up Up there!
[Olivia] Up there.
[Olivia gasping]
[tense music]
[man] He's dead.
Who is he?
I don't know.
[theme music]
[glass bangs down]
[speaking Italian]
Take it easy.
That's enough.
[door bangs]
Get rid of the glass.
[speaking Italian] Forensics are
going to take some time.
I'm afraid you can't
stay here tonight.
You think we want to?
One of your officers
can drive us back to Rome.
Excuse me, Signora?
That won't be necessary,
Captain.
Fine. I'll drive.
Was anyone else here
when you found the body?
No.
No, but a neighbour arrived
almost immediately.
Her name is Signora Fox.
[he inhales deeply]
[suspenseful music]
What time did the Ranallos
drive past you?
It must have been
just before seven.
And how long after that
until you heard the scream?
A few minutes.
[Giovanni] Do you usually
go running around that time
on a Friday evening?
Do you mean, could the Ranallos
have counted on seeing me
-and staged the whole thing?
-Yes.
I've only seen them
arriving once before.
And their reactions seemed
completely genuine.
And did you believe they didn't
recognise the dead man?
Hard to be sure but, yes,
I believed them.
Have you found out
who the young man was?
Not yet. My team are searching
the house right now.
But there's nothing of his
in the bedroom.
Not even a phone.
And no clothes either.
As I'm sure you noticed.
But, uh, please don't tell
anyone he was naked.
It could be important
to the investigation.
Of course.
If we don't find anything,
we may have to go
house to house to ID him.
But hopefully,
it won't come to that.
Do you know the Ranallos well?
Not, really they're only here
at weekends.
I see them at the market
sometimes,
but they don't take
much part in local life.
Spoken like a true Umbrian.
[they chuckle]
And what about Cesare
and Maddalena Farani?
They look after the house
when the Ranallos are away.
Cesare helps me with my garden,
and Maddalena cleans
for my sister.
Isabel's known them for years.
Doesn't Olivia Ranallo have some
kind of Government job in Rome?
Yes. She is a senior official
at the Department of Justice.
Well, could that be helpful?
Somehow, I doubt it.
Um [he coughs]
Oh!
Thank you, Sylvia.
Goodnight.
-I'd better let you go.
-Oh
I wish you wouldn't.
Buona notte.
[door opens]
[fire crackling]
[he sighs]
[gentle music]
[birds twittering]
[hum of car engine]
Ah! Morning.
I like your yoga outfit.
Oh, no!
I'd forgotten it's today.
You forgot last week as well.
Anyway, I was just about
to call you.
I've got a bit of a
a situation.
It's Maddalena.
She's in a terrible state.
About the body at the Ranallos'
house, I suppose?
Giovanni told you?
He didn't need to. I was there.
Why am I not surprised?
And I was hoping for a word
with Maddalena.
Of course you were.
[shuddering breaths]
Hello, Maddalena.
Did you know that poor man
at the Ranallos' house?
No.
The carabinieri came
this morning, very early.
It was horrible!
They showed you a photograph?
So many questions.
They think I killed him,
or Cesare!
I'm sure they don't but
you have keys to the property,
so they had to ask.
I clean and Cesare looks
after the garden. That's all!
I went on Monday and there
was nobody there, I swear it!
Well, then you have
nothing to worry about.
I called Cesare.
He's coming to take you home.
[gentle music]
Nobody has accused us but
we were the last people
in the house.
Except the dead man
and whoever killed him.
Do you think he needed
somewhere to stay
and knew the place was empty?
How did he get in?
Every door and window
was locked.
Olivia and Pietro say they
don't know him, but
[speaking Italian] My love
shall we go home?
Si.
God! I hope this isn't
going to mean trouble.
They've worked so hard
to build up their business.
What's the story there?
He must be at least
fifteen years older than her.
Nearer twenty.
Cesare was in a bad way
after his divorce,
so a friend tried to
cheer him up
by paying for Maddalena
to clean his house.
He cheered up enormously.
Hmm.
And the business?
Um, that was Maddalena's idea.
They started out
looking after a few
holiday properties
in the village.
Word spread, so they
started looking after
some big villas too.
These days they're
turning clients away.
I'm surprised Maddalena
still has time
to come and work for you.
I think she's probably afraid
that Matteo would sink beneath
a tide of filth and un-ironed
shirts if she didn't.
We go back a long way.
I'm very very fond of her.
Well, there's still time
to make that class!
You can borrow some of my kit.
I think my chakras need
a coffee and a sit down.
[Isabel sighs]
[serene music]
[speaking Italian]
Good morning, Signora.
Would you look at this
photograph, please?
He's beautiful. Who is he?
That's what we're
trying to find out.
You don't recognise him?
Sadly, no.
OK, thank you.
[Isabel]
Buongiorno.
[background chatter]
-Buongiorno,
Signora Vitale.
-Buongiorno.
-Ciao,
Sylvia.
-Ciao,
Roberta. Any luck yet?
I think he fell
from the sky one night.
Signora,
may I show you the picture?
[Isabel] Yeah. Uh
Of course.
No. I'm sorry.
He looks like he's stepped
out of a Renaissance painting.
Maybe I should look for him
in the Uffizi?
Thank you.
-He didn't, though, did he?
-What?
Fall from the sky or
step out of a painting.
He was a real person,
and somebody somewhere
is going to be heartbroken
when they find out he's dead.
[speaking Italian] Nino, there's going
to be pressure from above on this one.
The body was found in a house
belonging to Olivia Ranallo.
From the Justice Department.
In her bed, in fact.
Are you kidding?
Was he her toyboy?
She says she never
saw him before.
But you see why it's urgent.
Are you sure you can't do
the post-mortem today?
Sorry, Captain, but everyone
else is off for the weekend.
We'll do it first thing Monday,
I promise.
Anything you can tell me now,
that might help us identify him?
We've checked all the databases.
Fingerprints, DNA,
Missing Persons.
Nothing.
He's been dead
for at least two days
probably no more than three.
But I don't think he died in
the same place you found him
because there's some lividity
that suggests the body
was moved after death.
Does that help?
Yes, Nino.
Thanks.
[indistinct chatter]
Buonasera.
Buonasera.
[speaking Italian]
Have you ever seen this man?
Um?
[he sighs]
Do you remember when he came in?
Last month some time.
He insisted on leaving his CV,
even though I told him there was
no point, I didn't need anyone.
[man hums]
Ah!
Here it is.
[gentle music]
[Sylvia] I've never walked
this way before.
[Giovanni] I come here when
I need some peace.
[Sylvia] Wow!
What a view!
[Giovanni] Isn't it beautiful?
I want to build a house here.
-[he chuckles]
-Seriously?
Yeah.
It's something I've always
wanted to do,
and now that
the divorce is through
I have the money.
Please.
Grazie.
And this plot of land
is for sale.
What do you think?
I think you should do it.
Not just me.
Us.
But I have a house already.
I've spent a fortune
doing it up, and I love it.
But it's yours. It's not ours.
[phone buzzes]
Good morning, Barzini.
[speaking Italian]
Sorry to bother you
on a weekend, Captain.
We have a confirmed ID on the
deceased in the Ranallo case.
That's excellent news.
Send me the details, please.
OK.
You have to go?
I'm sorry.
[he sighs]
We have a name.
[suspenseful music]
Ministry of Justice
Buongiorno.
Buongiorno.
[speaking Italian] Captain.
What progress have you made
with the investigation?
The initial post-mortem
was done yesterday.
No obvious cause of death
was determined
so there will need
to be further tests.
Is that all?
We've identified the dead man.
His name was Renzo Pagano.
Why wasn't I told?
Signora, you didn't
recognise the body.
Are you saying
you know the name?
No! But I should have
been informed.
That's not normal procedure.
So this Renzo Pagano,
who was he?
Twenty-four years old,
originally from Brindisi.
His last known employment
was at a bar in Perugia.
Any criminal associations?
We're looking into it, but
no suggestion of that so far.
Where were you between six
o'clock on Wednesday evening
and noon the following day?
As I told you on Friday, I was
here in Rome all last week.
Doing my job.
I need a detailed timetable,
and the names of anyone
who can verify it.
We will be asking Signor Ranallo
to provide the same information.
As we already told you,
the first time we saw
Renzo Pagano
was when we found him
in our bed!
Isn't our word enough for you?
Signora, it's routine.
I'm sure you don't want
special treatment
because of your position.
It's probable that Signor Pagano
died elsewhere,
and his body was moved
to your house after death.
You see? Nothing to do with us!
His fingerprints were found
in your sitting-room,
kitchen and bathroom,
as well as in the bedroom.
Can you account for that?
No.
Do you have any connections
in Puglia?
No.
But I know you do, Captain.
Weren't you in Bari,
before you were transferred?
Correct.
And your transfer
was not voluntary?
We join the carabinieri
knowing we can be relocated
at a moment's notice.
I'd advise you
to keep that in mind.
My contact details.
Send me the information
I requested as soon as possible.
Thank you.
-Stephania?
-[secretary speaks Italian]
[speaking Italian]
What a piece of work.
What did she mean about Bari?
It's not important.
She was nervous.
I wonder why?
Maddalena and, um
Cesare have lost
more clients this week.
And the Rannallos
have shelved them
until everything's resolved.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Has Giovanni said anything
to you about the case?
Not since they
identified the victim.
And judging by his mood, I don't
think they've got much further.
Aren't you itching
to get involved?
Do you want me to?
Um, kind of,
but then I'm also afraid
of what you might find out.
What do you mean?
Well, Maddalena's been
behaving strangely.
She was grumbling about the
carabinieri's lack of progress,
but then when I suggested
that you might talk to Giovanni,
she just closed
the conversation down.
I know Maddalena's a friend,
but if I find out the Faranis
had any involvement
with Renzo's death,
then I can't keep it quiet.
No, I wouldn't expect you to.
We must have walked
straight past the yoga studio.
We did. But what you were saying
was so interesting,
I didn't want to interrupt.
[suspenseful music]
[electronic beep]
[intriguing music]
[speaking Italian] Why do I have to ask
you the same thing a thousand times?
[phone beeping and buzzing]
Hi.
It's me.
Do Maddalena and Cesare
have anyone working for them?
Um, Cesare's daughter, Cosima,
helps out sometimes.
Cosima's a student,
so she's not always around.
OK, thanks.
-[phone beeps]
-Sylvia, what are you up
[keyboard clicking]
[intriguing music]
[chatting in Italian]
-Good morning.
-[Isabel] Morning.
Find out who killed
Goldilocks yet?
Is that what people
are calling the poor man?
No, just me.
I don't think the three bears
are big in Italy.
Sorry, I didn't mean
to be flippant.
I know.
But that's the problem
with this case, isn't it?
Renzo Pagano
appeared from nowhere,
like a character
from a fairy-tale.
Mm!
I've done at least 10K
this morning.
Mmm.
Good for you.
And?
I went past all the houses
in Panicale
that the Faranis look after.
How do you know
which ones those are?
Oh
I saw Cosima Farani
coming out of one of them,
and she wasn't alone.
OK, I'll bite.
-Who was she with?
-A young man.
And not a mop or
a feather duster in sight.
Well, it's probably
her boyfriend.
Cosima still lives with
Cesare and Maddalena,
and if the boyfriend still
lives with his parents too,
then they can't get
that much time together.
If you catch my drift.
Do you think
Cesare and Maddalena
know what Cosima is up to?
I doubt it.
There'd be hell to pay
if the clients found out.
And I think there's
something else going on.
Such as?
I followed Maddalena
on her rounds yesterday.
-And?
-At two of the houses,
quite big ones
beyond Tavernelle,
she took in clean linen
and brought out bags of laundry.
Yeah. That's part of her job.
They're holiday rentals
and according to
the letting company,
both have been empty for weeks.
So who is creating the laundry?
-Exactly.
-Do you think that, um,
Cesare and Maddalena have
some sort of side-hustle?
Letting out the properties
without the owners' knowledge?
Maybe.
Ah!
Good luck to them.
How would you feel
if it was your house?
I live in my house.
I don't leave it empty for
ten months of the year while
locals can't afford
to buy their homes
until they're middle-aged.
I'm shocking you
this morning, aren't I?
Not being the responsible
older sister.
More of the art school rebel.
I like it.
So
what are you going to do?
I think I need to expand
my field of vision.
[Raffaella]
Ciao. Come sta?
Bene, grazie.
It's all in there.
The audio visual feeds
go directly to
your phone and laptop.
Please, use a burner phone,
in case somebody finds
one of the cameras. OK?
Thanks, Raffaella.
Oh, by the way,
I won't be here tomorrow.
-The shop will be closed.
-OK.
-Going somewhere nice?
-No.
Just some boring stuff
I have to get done.
Do you ever go on holiday?
I hate the beach
and I'm scared of flying.
Where would I go?
Anything else?
A litre of pistachio ice cream
and one of peach too.
Oh, sounds like a big night.
I like to be prepared.
[suspenseful music]
[electronic beep]
[electronic beep]
[men speaking Italian
indistinctly]
[speaking Italian]
Take the champagne to the bar.
Seafood and caviar
to the kitchen.
[tense music]
[suspenseful music]
[distant upbeat music plays]
[indistinct chatter]
[upbeat music plays]
Grazie.
[speaking indistinctly
in Italian]
[speaking Italian]
Black four, the gentleman wins.
Ladies and gentlemen,
place your bets.
[American accent] You look like
a man who knows what he's doing.
What's your strategy?
Strategy won't change
the odds, Signora?
Kelly. Kelly Richards.
How do you do?
Massimo Calla.
Incantato
.
[croupier speaks Italian]
My lucky number is eleven.
[croupier]
Numero rosso.
House wins.
Oh, my gosh! I'm so mortified.
I hope you didn't lose too much?
Just a few euros.
Don't give it a thought.
Is this your first time
in a casino, Kelly?
-It's that obvious, right?
-No.
Can I buy you a drink,
to make it up to you?
I have a better idea.
This is blackjack.
My favourite, because
it's not just about luck.
You start with two cards.
The aim is to beat the dealer
and not let your hand
go over twenty-one.
Number cards
are worth their value,
face cards are worth ten.
And aces, one or eleven.
Sounds complicated!
-Like to try?
-I'd love to,
but I need to get some chips.
Here. A gift to start you off.
Why, thank you!
[speaking Italian]
Deal her in, please.
[Sylvia laughs]
[Sylvia] Keep them coming!
[uplifting music]
Well, would you look at that!
[Massimo] Well played!
[Sylvia] Why, thank you.
[Sylvia laughing]
[man speaking indistinctly]
[man speaking Italian
indistinctly]
[man speaks Italian]
-[Massimo] That's smooth.
-[Sylvia laughs]
I just thought
I'd give it a try.
Would the Signora
like to play again?
Oh Thanks.
What's your name, honey?
We're not permitted to say
our names to guests, Signora.
Oh. OK.
Well, I think I'll quit
while I'm ahead.
Do not tell me that
that was beginner's luck.
Your stake and
a little extra to say thanks.
I've had so much fun.
Well, thank you, Kelly.
Now I think we should get
something to drink.
To celebrate.
Good idea.
How did you find out
about tonight?
The concierge at my hotel
got me an invite.
I had to give him a big tip.
Why is it all so secret?
Oh, not secret. Discreet.
Gambling is
strictly controlled in Italy,
and this is a private event.
-So I'm gate crashing?
-Yes.
But we can say you came with me.
Where's the host?
I need to know
who to hide from.
Who knows? Like I said,
it's all very discreet.
Invitation only,
through a Signal group chat.
As you can see,
it's very well organised.
It sure is.
Well what would you like
to drink, Massimo?
Kelly! That's not how
we do things in Italy.
What would
you
like?
Well, if you insist.
I'll have a Negroni, please.
Negroni it is.
[Massimo]
Due negroni, per favore.
Grazie.
[suspenseful music]
[men speaking Italian]
[men speaking Italian]
Grazie.
[he sighs]
[crickets chirping]
[door opening]
[bottles rattling]
[camera clicks softly]
[camera clicks softly]
-[she exhales]
-[door shuts]
[birds twittering]
[indistinct chatter]
[car door shuts]
[car door shuts]
[man speaking
indistinctly in Italian]
[engine starts]
[men speaking Italian]
[sombre music]
[speaking Italian] Tell the captain
what you just told me.
I killed Renzo Pagano.
[vacuum cleaner whirring]
[Isabel] Maddalena.
Maddalena!
[speaking Italian] Signora Farani
you need to come with me
to the station in Perugia.
Buongiorno.
Buongiorno,
Signora.
Any table is fine.
I'll come and take your order.
I prefer the bar, if that's OK.
Un caffè, per favore.
Sure.
Keep the change.
I would have given it
to you last night,
but I wasn't sure if we're
allowed to tip the croupier.
I'm sorry, Signora,
I think you're mistaken.
I've never seen you before.
[American accent]
Sure you have, honey.
Tell me about Renzo Pagano.
[line ringing]
[Isabel]
Sylvia. Oh, thank God!
Isabel, what's up?
Maddalena's been taken away
by the police.
[knock on door]
[door opens]
You took your time.
Why have you arrested
Maddalena Farani?
We haven't.
We are questioning her
and her stepdaughter
because this morning
Cesare Farani turned himself in
for the murder of Renzo Pagano.
Do you think Cesare's guilty?
He has confessed.
That's not an answer.
Signor Farani knows
a lot about the crime.
He knows that Pagano was naked,
and he wasn't killed
where he was found.
He described dragging
the body up the stairs
and putting it
in the Ranallos' bed.
-But?
-But
he didn't say where
he killed him or why.
Or how.
You still don't know how?
The extra tests take time.
What did he do with
Renzo's clothes?
Burned them in someone's garden.
Forensics are there now.
Why take the body
to the Ranallos' house?
Cesare had a key, he was
bound to be a suspect.
He says he panicked.
But what was his motive?
Or how did he and Pagano
even meet?
[intriguing music]
Sylvia?
Do you know something?
Have you ever played blackjack?
[speaking Italian] You and your husband
live together and work together.
How can you not know
where he was
for an entire forty-eight hours
less than two weeks ago?
We're busy. We don't see much
of each other during the day.
He was home for dinner?
I think so.
[Sylvia]
Last night wasn't a one-off.
And Renzo worked at the parties.
Though I don't know what that
could have had to do
with his death.
Maybe he tried
to blackmail Farani?
If he did, why wouldn't
Cesare just pay him off?
Blackmailers are greedy.
You know that.
Have you charged Cesare?
Not yet.
You're not sure
he did it, are you?
Too many things don't add up.
But now that we have
a confession,
my boss will want me to stop
looking for other suspects.
Especially with Olivia Ranallo
on his back.
[speaking Italian]
Did you notice a change
in your husband's behaviour
last week?
Like what?
Did he seem on edge?
Did he sleep badly?
[speaking Italian] Signora Farani.
Tell us about the party
last night at Villa Bavarese.
I spent the day cleaning
and getting the villa ready.
I went home before
the guests arrived.
You didn't attend the party?
Why would I? I'm not a waitress.
But you knew that gambling
was going to take place?
No.
-No?
-No.
So what kind of party
did you think it would be?
Just a party.
The owner called Cesare
last week.
You manage the business.
Why did the owner
speak with Cesare?
Sometimes men
prefer to deal with men.
[speaking Italian] Are you OK?
What do you care?
Let's go.
[speaking Italian]
Thank you, Signor Locandi.
[knocking on door]
Come in.
No, we have no reason to think
any damage was done.
Arrivederci.
That was the owner
of the Villa Bavarese.
He lives in Switzerland.
Said there were no events
scheduled this month.
You think he was
telling the truth?
He sounded furious,
so yes, probably.
So, who gave the orders?
You don't think Farani
was acting on his own?
It seems unlikely.
Did you get anything
out of the daughter?
Design student
lives with her father
and stepmother.
Helps with the cleaning jobs,
but claims to know nothing
about any parties.
And she still denies
knowing Renzo Pagano.
Do you believe her?
About the parties, yes.
About Pagano, I'm not so sure.
Someone's going through her
social media to check?
Yes, but she gave us access
to her private accounts.
So it's unlikely there'll be
anything there.
Hmm.
How does she get on
with her stepmother?
Well enough, she said.
But I'm not convinced.
[sombre music]
This is getting to be a habit.
Are you too busy
to buy food these days?
I want information,
not breakfast.
Isabel.
-Ciao,
Sylvia.
-Ciao.
Ciao, amore
.
Be nice to your sister.
Do you recognise this woman?
I know I've seen her around.
Where was this taken and why?
Can't tell you that yet, sorry.
You know her, don't you?
Yes.
Her name is Bianca Rivelli.
She runs a deli
in Via San Sebastiano.
She often donates food
to us at the
Mensa Sociale.
And?
She is Cesare's ex-wife
and Cosima's mother.
[vehicle approaching]
Hmm.
Hey, it's Maddalena, I think.
What's she doing here?
[speaking Italian]
I'm fine, really.
I'm fine.
Maddalena!
You didn't have to come today!
That's what I've been saying.
I don't like to let people down
and I really can't afford
to stop working, so
-Have you been to see Cesare?
-No.
We can help you hire a lawyer,
if you want us to.
Thank you, Dottore,
but what's the point?
The carabinieri already offered
him one and he said no.
Cesare is stubborn like an ox.
Do you think he killed
that young man?
Why would he say so
if it's not true?
How's Cosima taking it?
She's gone to stay
with her mother.
-Here, let me.
-Oh, no, no.
Thank you, don't worry.
I'm going. OK?
Well, I must get going too.
Could you pick me up
some coffee beans?
From Bianca's deli.
[intriguing music]
[line ringing]
-Ciao, Sylvia.
-Hi, Raffaella.
Could you check something out
for me, please?
Sure. Tell me, what do you need?
[women chatting indistinctly]
-Buongiorno
, Signora.
-Buongiorno.
Could I have half a kilo
of the Robusta, please?
-Ground?
-Uh, no, thanks.
Everything here
looks so tempting.
Makes me wish
I was a better cook.
I make dishes for delivery also.
Take a menu.
You cater parties too,
don't you?
Who are you?
My name's Sylvia Fox.
I'm Isabel Vitale's sister.
Cesare helps me with my garden.
Why are you here?
Because I don't think that
Cesare is a murderer.
Neither do I.
So, tell me about the parties.
I don't know anything.
I know it's against the law,
Signora.
But it doesn't do any harm.
Isn't it awkward, working with
your ex and his new wife?
I left Cesare because I fell
in love with a woman, Signora.
But we are still family.
Renzo Pagano worked at those
events as a waiter, didn't he?
I don't know.
I go to the kitchen, do my job,
clean up and leave.
Six euros seventy-five, please.
How often did
the parties happen?
[card reader beeps]
Every few months at first.
More, lately.
Did your daughter
ever work at them?
Never.
May I talk to Cosima?
She's gone to a class.
I'm not just trying
to help Cesare.
A young man is dead who's almost
the same age as your daughter.
His friends and family
deserve the truth.
Thanks for the information,
Raffaella.
-Does it help?
-I think so.
Maddalena and Cesare's income is
modest, they rent their house.
Whoever's getting rich
from the gambling parties,
-it's not those two.
-No.
I don't even know how they
managed to set up a business.
They were nearly broke.
Well, it's just
the two of them, mostly.
And they wouldn't have needed
any capital investment.
Yes, OK, but you can't set up
a company from nothing.
And then suddenly they had
a van, a website, new equipment.
And there's no record of a loan?
No. No overdraft
and no credit cards.
Could you do another
search for me, please?
Sure. Send me the details
and I will get it to you
first thing tomorrow.
-Thanks, Raffaella.
-No problem.
[man]
Caio.
[Raffaella speaking Italian]
[gentle music]
-Hello.
-Hello.
[she chuckles]
[birds twittering]
Buongiorno.
Have you got time for a coffee?
Yes. I'm not on duty until ten.
There we go.
Grazie.
Any progress on the Pagano case?
Uh, we looked at the family
connections in Puglia,
but no red flags.
Pagano called his mother
once a week or so.
He was a good son, then.
Sylvia, calling your mother
once a week is the minimum.
He didn't tell her that
he'd lost his job and, um
no one seems
to know where he was
until he showed up
in the Ranallos' bedroom.
What about the Ranallos?
Well, I told you,
they have strong alibis
for the time of death.
What?
Olivia Ranallo is a government
lawyer who earns, um,
a good salary, right?
I assume so.
But surely not enough to pay
for a house in Panicale,
a big apartment in Rome,
two cars,
and lots of foreign holidays.
Do they have a lot of holidays?
Last year,
they went to Thailand,
Australia and Costa Rica.
Oh
They told you this?
No.
Pietro Ranallo has
a successful business.
Well, that's what he'd
like you to believe.
In fact, his digital marketing
agency went bust last year.
OK.
But what do you want me to do?
I mean, the Ranallos could
not have killed Pagano,
so the state of their finances
does not concern me.
I think it should.
Sylvia, I can't interrogate
a government official
about her lifestyle
because you have a hunch
it's connected to a case
which is nearly closed.
Would you interrogate her if she
weren't a government official?
[he sighs]
Do you know why
I left the south?
Not exactly.
Just that you had some trouble.
There was a case,
a death that was very convenient
to some important people.
And I asked too many questions,
and I carried on when
my boss told me to stop.
I was lucky to keep my job,
but I had to leave my family
and move north.
And that was the final blow
for my marriage.
I'm sorry.
I didn't want to come
to Perugia, but
it was a good thing,
because I met you.
But I don't want
to risk it at all again.
Not without more evidence
than you have given me.
Fair enough.
This is Italy, remember.
You have to be careful
about the enemies you make.
[dramatic music]
[car horn honking]
[suspenseful music]
Cosima, hi!
My name is Sylvia Fox.
I'm trying to help your father.
Are you a lawyer
looking for a job?
Nothing like that.
Tell me about your relationship
with Renzo Pagano.
The dead guy?
I already told the carabinieri,
I never even met him.
Why should I believe you?
Believe me or not, I don't care.
I saw you and a young man
coming out of one of the houses
that your parents looks after.
Is that where you
used to meet Renzo?
You're spying on me?!
I don't want to make trouble
for you, Cosima.
I know how hard it is
for people your age.
You don't know anything!
You think your father's guilty,
don't you?
-I didn't say so!
-You didn't need to.
Please, tell me
why you think that.
Go away!
Is that what Maddalena
thinks too?
How would I know? We don't
even talk to each other anymore.
Now leave me alone!
[Sylvia]
Please, Isabel.
If I invite her to lunch
it would look weird,
but if you do it
and I tag along
It will still look weird.
Then when you start
interrogating her,
she'll realise she's walked
into an ambush.
You wanted me to take this on.
Maddalena is my friend.
You can't ask me
to set a trap for her.
Would you rather an innocent man
went to prison instead?
[proprietor]
Buongiorno
,
Signora Isabel.
Prego.
[Isabel]
Ciao,
Roberto.
Why don't sit over there?
Grazie.
It's truffle season
and Sylvia is paying.
Do you prefer red or white wine,
Maddalena?
Oh, no, I really shouldn't.
Oh, they have some
wonderful Sagrantino here.
[she inhales deeply]
-[tipsy laughter]
-[Isabel] On a boat!
[laughter continues]
Seriously!
No, but Antonella
was there that night too.
-She was!
-[laughter]
Oh, dear!
Thank you.
Adam and I married too young.
-But it was good for a while.
-Hmm.
Until about six months
after the wedding.
Not that it was
much of a wedding.
Ten minutes in
a pokey registry office
and then off to the pub.
It was a lovely pub.
There again,
I did everything properly.
Church, veil,
champagne reception, the lot.
-And look how that turned out.
-Yeah.
So you and Dottore Matteo
are not happy?
No! Not Matteo. Richard.
Alice's father.
An absolute bastard.
-Mm. No, that's not fair.
-Mm?
-Actually, it is.
-[laughter]
But for you, the story
has a good ending.
[Isabel] Mmm.
Not for me.
[Isabel] Oh, no, no.
Maddalena!
Don't worry,. Look
Listen, listen.
No one who, um, knows Cesare
thinks he's guilty and
and Sylvia's going to prove it.
No promises.
I'm not talking about Cesare.
You were in love with
Renzo Pagano, weren't you?
I never meant to hurt Cesare.
He's a good man.
[Sylvia] But?
When I was young, it was hard.
My mother was sick,
my father left.
I needed to work,
so I became a cleaner.
And then I met Cesare.
And he fell in love with you?
And I loved him too.
We worked hard,
built up the business.
Then you met Renzo.
He was so young, so beautiful.
He made me feel that way too.
You used to meet in the houses
you looked after
when they were empty?
Yes. We we knew it was wrong.
I tried to end it, we both did,
but we could not bear
to be apart.
What changed?
Renzo lost his job.
He was going to Rome
to find work,
or maybe home to Puglia.
His brother just died and
he needed to help his family.
What happened to his brother?
I don't know exactly.
But it was before I met Renzo.
Did you try to
persuade him to stay?
Yes.
I said I would leave Cesare,
but he wouldn't change his mind.
We had a fight.
[Isabel] Mm-hm!
How did Cesare find out
about you and Renzo?
I don't know, but before
he went to the carabinieri,
he told me he knew.
So do you believe
that Cesare killed Renzo?
I don't want to believe that,
but it must be true
and it's my fault!
[she sniffles] I'm so sorry.
-[Isabel] Don't worry.
-[Maddalena] I'm sorry.
Please don't be sorry. It's been
nice spending time with you.
-Get safe home.
-Thank you so much.
Farewell.
-Ciao, ciao.
-Ciao.
Well, as far as I can see,
all we've done
is find a motive for
Cesare to kill Renzo.
Please, can you just trust me
on this for a bit longer?
Thanks for lunch.
-Ciao.
-Ciao.
[intriguing music]
I don't usually ask,
but how did you get hold
of that planning document?
[Raffaella]
Wait,
what are you talking about?
-Hmm.
-Uh, no, really.
Sylvia, what document?
An application
from Pietro Ranallo
to set up a casino
outside Perugia.
Made four years ago
and turned down.
Oh,
Cavolo!
Um
I missed that when
I did the search.
But I would never be able to
send you an official document.
Only a copy.
So who sent me this?
[Raffaella sighs]
I don't know.
Maybe somebody that works for
the mayor or the government.
Or the carabinieri.
[uplifting music]
Grazie.
This found its way
into my post box.
I thought you'd be the proper
person to take charge of it.
Oh, uh I can't stay long,
but, uh
I have news I thought you
may want to hear.
From the pathologist.
Let me guess.
Renzo Pagano
died of natural causes.
Probably a heart defect.
Are you actually a witch?
Well, it's the most
obvious explanation
when you think about it.
No signs of violence
on the body,
nothing from
the initial post-mortem.
And his brother died
not long ago,
I'm guessing from
the same thing.
Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.
-Yes.
-Their poor mother.
You've told Cesare?
Barzini did.
I'm off the case.
Why?
Do they know you
sent me the file?
Of course not. But there's been
pressure from Rome.
-Olivia?
-Hmm. Who do you think?
Well, she wouldn't be doing this
if she didn't have
something to hide.
No. Hmm.
But before I can prove that,
she'll have me moved.
Or fired.
She can do that?
Yes.
What happens now?
Will Cesare be released?
That's not my decision.
But he still has a lot of, uh,
explaining to do.
But he's not co-operating.
Tell me what you're planning,
Signora Volpe.
No.
You'd be risking your job again.
Exposing criminals
is
my job.
And sometimes attack
is the best form of defence.
I think I can make this right,
as long as I can get
Cesare to talk.
Once I've made him listen.
If he agrees to see you,
but he won't.
Who can a prisoner
be forced to see,
apart from you lot?
No one can refuse
the
Agenzia delle Entrate.
-The Revenue Department?
-Yes.
But you didn't hear
that from me.
No, of course I didn't.
Cesare.
I think you've been very noble,
and very foolish.
And now I think you
need to start talking,
for everyone's sake.
OK.
I'll tell you what
I think happened,
and you tell me whether
I'm right or wrong.
Deal?
You didn't kill Renzo Pagano.
But you thought your wife did,
so you took the blame.
-No, it's not true.
-It's OK.
Maddalena told me
about the affair.
She did I swear.
And she feels desperately
guilty about everything.
So will you tell the carabinieri
the truth now?
No.
You're scared of Pietro Ranallo,
aren't you?
You should be, too.
OK.
But I think I can see a way out.
As long as you're willing
to trust me.
[suspenseful music]
[speaking Italian] Look.
What the hell are they
doing here?
Don't let them in.
Hello.
Buonasera.
[Olivia] Why have you brought
that woman to my house?
Oh, you know her name, Olivia.
Maddalena has worked for you
for years. So has her husband.
Yes, her husband,
who has murdered someone
and put the body in our bed!
I'm glad to say that only
half of that statement is true.
Which half?
Renzo Pagano died
of natural causes.
But Cesare did put
his body in your bed.
Why?
Maddalena had
nothing to do with that.
But she knows all about
this.
I went to one of your parties
at the Villa Bavarese.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
I've never been to
Villa Bavarese.
I didn't say you had.
You get Cesare to run
the parties for you
and Maddalena makes
all the arrangements.
It's true.
I suggest a place,
Pietro decides the date
and invites the guests.
I organise everything else,
even the flowers.
She's lying.
I have all your emails.
So, even if these
fantasies were true,
you would be in as much
trouble as Pietro.
Well, that's why Maddalena
has come to you,
instead of going to
the carabinieri.
Both of you,
turn off your phones
and put them on the table.
I take it this means
you're ready to do a deal?
-Ten thousand.
-Mmm!
Final offer.
That's not enough.
Cesare is in custody,
and he's going to be charged
with obstruction of justice.
He should be. What he did to us
was a wicked thing.
It was stupid, certainly.
But if he explains
why he did it,
he might get a lighter sentence.
What do you mean?
Four years ago,
you lent the Faranis
20,000 euros
to start their business.
Hmm. Did I?
That was generous of me.
But there was a condition.
You couldn't get
a casino licence,
so you wanted Cesare
and Maddalena to organise
gambling parties for you.
We finished paying
back the loan,
and we wanted to stop
helping with the parties.
But Pietro told us we had to
carry on or he would destroy us.
Hmm. So Cesare
brought a dead body here?
Not just any body.
Renzo Pagano used to work
at the parties.
Cesare thought that Pietro
would be charged with murder?
Mmm? That's what he hoped.
At the very least,
he wanted to give him a fright.
[speaking Italian]
Your husband is a bastard.
[Olivia] Have you he told this
to the carabinieri?
Not yet.
-How much?
-Not one cent!
[he tuts] Not one cent!
These
contadini ingrati
were happy
to run the parties when
they needed my money,
and now they are trying
to blackmail me!
[speaking Italian]
Be careful, Pietro.
They should be careful!
You've made a big mistake,
Signora Fox.
Mmm? You're just
another stupid foreigner,
who doesn't understand
how things work here in Italy.
People like her and
like her idiot husband
don't go up against
people like us!
Maybe we should all
take some time
I don't need time!
I don't need time!
I have powerful friends
and dangerous ones too!
[sirens wailing]
[speaking Italian]
Pietro, it's a trap!
[tense music]
[Pietro protests in Italian]
Did you get all that?
Loud and clear.
[speaking Italian] Pietro Ranallo,
I'm arresting you
on suspicion of running an
illegal gambling organisation.
You!
Si, Signora.
[speaking Italian]
Don't say anything.
Thank you both.
You did brilliantly, Maddalena.
I was so afraid.
[she sighs]
[gentle music]
[uplifting music]
Ciao,
Sylvia.
Ah!
-Ciao!
-Ciao.
So, how was yoga this morning?
Sylvia's jealous 'cause I can
do a headstand and she can't.
What sane person would
want to stand on their head?
That's true. [he laughs]
And did Maddalena
come to work today?
No, she tried,
but I sent her home.
I think she and Cesare
need some time together.
He made a huge
sacrifice for her.
-Mm.
-I hope they're going to be OK.
-[Giovanni] Am I late?
-Oh, not at all. Welcome.
-[laughing]
-Oh, welcome.
-Ciao.
-Buongiorno.
-Mmm.
-Oh!
-[Sylvia laughs]
-Bellissima!
[Matteo] Here we are!
Ah! Oh, goodness!
[Giovanni] I should be
coming back soon.
[indistinct chatter
and laughter]
Thank you so much for that.
Thank you.
[chatter and laughter continue]
-Thank you.
-Grazie.
-Can I help?
-No, no, I've got this.
Grazie.
Wow!
What will happen to Cesare?
Oh, um, we're not going to
charge him for moving the body.
Too much paperwork.
And the Ranallos?
Cesare and Maddalena
agreed to testify
about the gambling parties,
but I doubt it will
come to a trial.
Why not? Even if the recording
can't be used in court,
then there must be other ways
of getting evidence.
Yes, and the Guardia di Finanza
will find them.
But Olivia resigned from
her job and, um, I think
she and Pietro will try to
disappear before that happens.
That doesn't seem fair and
they should both be in prison.
Agreed, but the Faranis
broke the law too,
and you helped make sure
they don't go to jail.
And you're safe?
Not going to lose your job
or be sent to some awful place?
I'm safe from Olivia Ranallo,
at least.
Thanks to you.
What are we toasting?
Um
Partnership.
And maybe a house on a hill.
You're buying a house? Where?
Building one, I hope.
[Matteo] Oh!
Fantastico
!
-Bravo!
-Grazie.
[Giovanni and Matteo
laugh and chat in Italian]
[glasses clink]
[tense music]
[theme music]
[gentle music]
[birds twittering]
[car revving]
[pulsing music on car stereo]
[woman]
Ciao,
Sylvia!
[Sylvia]
Ciao!
[woman speaking Italian]
[pulsing music continues]
[Sylvia panting]
[woman screams]
[intriguing music]
[man speaking Italian]
Olivia! What's wrong?!
Oh, my God.
[tense music]
What's wrong?
Olivia?
[Olivia gasping]
Up Up there!
[Olivia] Up there.
[Olivia gasping]
[tense music]
[man] He's dead.
Who is he?
I don't know.
[theme music]
[glass bangs down]
[speaking Italian]
Take it easy.
That's enough.
[door bangs]
Get rid of the glass.
[speaking Italian] Forensics are
going to take some time.
I'm afraid you can't
stay here tonight.
You think we want to?
One of your officers
can drive us back to Rome.
Excuse me, Signora?
That won't be necessary,
Captain.
Fine. I'll drive.
Was anyone else here
when you found the body?
No.
No, but a neighbour arrived
almost immediately.
Her name is Signora Fox.
[he inhales deeply]
[suspenseful music]
What time did the Ranallos
drive past you?
It must have been
just before seven.
And how long after that
until you heard the scream?
A few minutes.
[Giovanni] Do you usually
go running around that time
on a Friday evening?
Do you mean, could the Ranallos
have counted on seeing me
-and staged the whole thing?
-Yes.
I've only seen them
arriving once before.
And their reactions seemed
completely genuine.
And did you believe they didn't
recognise the dead man?
Hard to be sure but, yes,
I believed them.
Have you found out
who the young man was?
Not yet. My team are searching
the house right now.
But there's nothing of his
in the bedroom.
Not even a phone.
And no clothes either.
As I'm sure you noticed.
But, uh, please don't tell
anyone he was naked.
It could be important
to the investigation.
Of course.
If we don't find anything,
we may have to go
house to house to ID him.
But hopefully,
it won't come to that.
Do you know the Ranallos well?
Not, really they're only here
at weekends.
I see them at the market
sometimes,
but they don't take
much part in local life.
Spoken like a true Umbrian.
[they chuckle]
And what about Cesare
and Maddalena Farani?
They look after the house
when the Ranallos are away.
Cesare helps me with my garden,
and Maddalena cleans
for my sister.
Isabel's known them for years.
Doesn't Olivia Ranallo have some
kind of Government job in Rome?
Yes. She is a senior official
at the Department of Justice.
Well, could that be helpful?
Somehow, I doubt it.
Um [he coughs]
Oh!
Thank you, Sylvia.
Goodnight.
-I'd better let you go.
-Oh
I wish you wouldn't.
Buona notte.
[door opens]
[fire crackling]
[he sighs]
[gentle music]
[birds twittering]
[hum of car engine]
Ah! Morning.
I like your yoga outfit.
Oh, no!
I'd forgotten it's today.
You forgot last week as well.
Anyway, I was just about
to call you.
I've got a bit of a
a situation.
It's Maddalena.
She's in a terrible state.
About the body at the Ranallos'
house, I suppose?
Giovanni told you?
He didn't need to. I was there.
Why am I not surprised?
And I was hoping for a word
with Maddalena.
Of course you were.
[shuddering breaths]
Hello, Maddalena.
Did you know that poor man
at the Ranallos' house?
No.
The carabinieri came
this morning, very early.
It was horrible!
They showed you a photograph?
So many questions.
They think I killed him,
or Cesare!
I'm sure they don't but
you have keys to the property,
so they had to ask.
I clean and Cesare looks
after the garden. That's all!
I went on Monday and there
was nobody there, I swear it!
Well, then you have
nothing to worry about.
I called Cesare.
He's coming to take you home.
[gentle music]
Nobody has accused us but
we were the last people
in the house.
Except the dead man
and whoever killed him.
Do you think he needed
somewhere to stay
and knew the place was empty?
How did he get in?
Every door and window
was locked.
Olivia and Pietro say they
don't know him, but
[speaking Italian] My love
shall we go home?
Si.
God! I hope this isn't
going to mean trouble.
They've worked so hard
to build up their business.
What's the story there?
He must be at least
fifteen years older than her.
Nearer twenty.
Cesare was in a bad way
after his divorce,
so a friend tried to
cheer him up
by paying for Maddalena
to clean his house.
He cheered up enormously.
Hmm.
And the business?
Um, that was Maddalena's idea.
They started out
looking after a few
holiday properties
in the village.
Word spread, so they
started looking after
some big villas too.
These days they're
turning clients away.
I'm surprised Maddalena
still has time
to come and work for you.
I think she's probably afraid
that Matteo would sink beneath
a tide of filth and un-ironed
shirts if she didn't.
We go back a long way.
I'm very very fond of her.
Well, there's still time
to make that class!
You can borrow some of my kit.
I think my chakras need
a coffee and a sit down.
[Isabel sighs]
[serene music]
[speaking Italian]
Good morning, Signora.
Would you look at this
photograph, please?
He's beautiful. Who is he?
That's what we're
trying to find out.
You don't recognise him?
Sadly, no.
OK, thank you.
[Isabel]
Buongiorno.
[background chatter]
-Buongiorno,
Signora Vitale.
-Buongiorno.
-Ciao,
Sylvia.
-Ciao,
Roberta. Any luck yet?
I think he fell
from the sky one night.
Signora,
may I show you the picture?
[Isabel] Yeah. Uh
Of course.
No. I'm sorry.
He looks like he's stepped
out of a Renaissance painting.
Maybe I should look for him
in the Uffizi?
Thank you.
-He didn't, though, did he?
-What?
Fall from the sky or
step out of a painting.
He was a real person,
and somebody somewhere
is going to be heartbroken
when they find out he's dead.
[speaking Italian] Nino, there's going
to be pressure from above on this one.
The body was found in a house
belonging to Olivia Ranallo.
From the Justice Department.
In her bed, in fact.
Are you kidding?
Was he her toyboy?
She says she never
saw him before.
But you see why it's urgent.
Are you sure you can't do
the post-mortem today?
Sorry, Captain, but everyone
else is off for the weekend.
We'll do it first thing Monday,
I promise.
Anything you can tell me now,
that might help us identify him?
We've checked all the databases.
Fingerprints, DNA,
Missing Persons.
Nothing.
He's been dead
for at least two days
probably no more than three.
But I don't think he died in
the same place you found him
because there's some lividity
that suggests the body
was moved after death.
Does that help?
Yes, Nino.
Thanks.
[indistinct chatter]
Buonasera.
Buonasera.
[speaking Italian]
Have you ever seen this man?
Um?
[he sighs]
Do you remember when he came in?
Last month some time.
He insisted on leaving his CV,
even though I told him there was
no point, I didn't need anyone.
[man hums]
Ah!
Here it is.
[gentle music]
[Sylvia] I've never walked
this way before.
[Giovanni] I come here when
I need some peace.
[Sylvia] Wow!
What a view!
[Giovanni] Isn't it beautiful?
I want to build a house here.
-[he chuckles]
-Seriously?
Yeah.
It's something I've always
wanted to do,
and now that
the divorce is through
I have the money.
Please.
Grazie.
And this plot of land
is for sale.
What do you think?
I think you should do it.
Not just me.
Us.
But I have a house already.
I've spent a fortune
doing it up, and I love it.
But it's yours. It's not ours.
[phone buzzes]
Good morning, Barzini.
[speaking Italian]
Sorry to bother you
on a weekend, Captain.
We have a confirmed ID on the
deceased in the Ranallo case.
That's excellent news.
Send me the details, please.
OK.
You have to go?
I'm sorry.
[he sighs]
We have a name.
[suspenseful music]
Ministry of Justice
Buongiorno.
Buongiorno.
[speaking Italian] Captain.
What progress have you made
with the investigation?
The initial post-mortem
was done yesterday.
No obvious cause of death
was determined
so there will need
to be further tests.
Is that all?
We've identified the dead man.
His name was Renzo Pagano.
Why wasn't I told?
Signora, you didn't
recognise the body.
Are you saying
you know the name?
No! But I should have
been informed.
That's not normal procedure.
So this Renzo Pagano,
who was he?
Twenty-four years old,
originally from Brindisi.
His last known employment
was at a bar in Perugia.
Any criminal associations?
We're looking into it, but
no suggestion of that so far.
Where were you between six
o'clock on Wednesday evening
and noon the following day?
As I told you on Friday, I was
here in Rome all last week.
Doing my job.
I need a detailed timetable,
and the names of anyone
who can verify it.
We will be asking Signor Ranallo
to provide the same information.
As we already told you,
the first time we saw
Renzo Pagano
was when we found him
in our bed!
Isn't our word enough for you?
Signora, it's routine.
I'm sure you don't want
special treatment
because of your position.
It's probable that Signor Pagano
died elsewhere,
and his body was moved
to your house after death.
You see? Nothing to do with us!
His fingerprints were found
in your sitting-room,
kitchen and bathroom,
as well as in the bedroom.
Can you account for that?
No.
Do you have any connections
in Puglia?
No.
But I know you do, Captain.
Weren't you in Bari,
before you were transferred?
Correct.
And your transfer
was not voluntary?
We join the carabinieri
knowing we can be relocated
at a moment's notice.
I'd advise you
to keep that in mind.
My contact details.
Send me the information
I requested as soon as possible.
Thank you.
-Stephania?
-[secretary speaks Italian]
[speaking Italian]
What a piece of work.
What did she mean about Bari?
It's not important.
She was nervous.
I wonder why?
Maddalena and, um
Cesare have lost
more clients this week.
And the Rannallos
have shelved them
until everything's resolved.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Has Giovanni said anything
to you about the case?
Not since they
identified the victim.
And judging by his mood, I don't
think they've got much further.
Aren't you itching
to get involved?
Do you want me to?
Um, kind of,
but then I'm also afraid
of what you might find out.
What do you mean?
Well, Maddalena's been
behaving strangely.
She was grumbling about the
carabinieri's lack of progress,
but then when I suggested
that you might talk to Giovanni,
she just closed
the conversation down.
I know Maddalena's a friend,
but if I find out the Faranis
had any involvement
with Renzo's death,
then I can't keep it quiet.
No, I wouldn't expect you to.
We must have walked
straight past the yoga studio.
We did. But what you were saying
was so interesting,
I didn't want to interrupt.
[suspenseful music]
[electronic beep]
[intriguing music]
[speaking Italian] Why do I have to ask
you the same thing a thousand times?
[phone beeping and buzzing]
Hi.
It's me.
Do Maddalena and Cesare
have anyone working for them?
Um, Cesare's daughter, Cosima,
helps out sometimes.
Cosima's a student,
so she's not always around.
OK, thanks.
-[phone beeps]
-Sylvia, what are you up
[keyboard clicking]
[intriguing music]
[chatting in Italian]
-Good morning.
-[Isabel] Morning.
Find out who killed
Goldilocks yet?
Is that what people
are calling the poor man?
No, just me.
I don't think the three bears
are big in Italy.
Sorry, I didn't mean
to be flippant.
I know.
But that's the problem
with this case, isn't it?
Renzo Pagano
appeared from nowhere,
like a character
from a fairy-tale.
Mm!
I've done at least 10K
this morning.
Mmm.
Good for you.
And?
I went past all the houses
in Panicale
that the Faranis look after.
How do you know
which ones those are?
Oh
I saw Cosima Farani
coming out of one of them,
and she wasn't alone.
OK, I'll bite.
-Who was she with?
-A young man.
And not a mop or
a feather duster in sight.
Well, it's probably
her boyfriend.
Cosima still lives with
Cesare and Maddalena,
and if the boyfriend still
lives with his parents too,
then they can't get
that much time together.
If you catch my drift.
Do you think
Cesare and Maddalena
know what Cosima is up to?
I doubt it.
There'd be hell to pay
if the clients found out.
And I think there's
something else going on.
Such as?
I followed Maddalena
on her rounds yesterday.
-And?
-At two of the houses,
quite big ones
beyond Tavernelle,
she took in clean linen
and brought out bags of laundry.
Yeah. That's part of her job.
They're holiday rentals
and according to
the letting company,
both have been empty for weeks.
So who is creating the laundry?
-Exactly.
-Do you think that, um,
Cesare and Maddalena have
some sort of side-hustle?
Letting out the properties
without the owners' knowledge?
Maybe.
Ah!
Good luck to them.
How would you feel
if it was your house?
I live in my house.
I don't leave it empty for
ten months of the year while
locals can't afford
to buy their homes
until they're middle-aged.
I'm shocking you
this morning, aren't I?
Not being the responsible
older sister.
More of the art school rebel.
I like it.
So
what are you going to do?
I think I need to expand
my field of vision.
[Raffaella]
Ciao. Come sta?
Bene, grazie.
It's all in there.
The audio visual feeds
go directly to
your phone and laptop.
Please, use a burner phone,
in case somebody finds
one of the cameras. OK?
Thanks, Raffaella.
Oh, by the way,
I won't be here tomorrow.
-The shop will be closed.
-OK.
-Going somewhere nice?
-No.
Just some boring stuff
I have to get done.
Do you ever go on holiday?
I hate the beach
and I'm scared of flying.
Where would I go?
Anything else?
A litre of pistachio ice cream
and one of peach too.
Oh, sounds like a big night.
I like to be prepared.
[suspenseful music]
[electronic beep]
[electronic beep]
[men speaking Italian
indistinctly]
[speaking Italian]
Take the champagne to the bar.
Seafood and caviar
to the kitchen.
[tense music]
[suspenseful music]
[distant upbeat music plays]
[indistinct chatter]
[upbeat music plays]
Grazie.
[speaking indistinctly
in Italian]
[speaking Italian]
Black four, the gentleman wins.
Ladies and gentlemen,
place your bets.
[American accent] You look like
a man who knows what he's doing.
What's your strategy?
Strategy won't change
the odds, Signora?
Kelly. Kelly Richards.
How do you do?
Massimo Calla.
Incantato
.
[croupier speaks Italian]
My lucky number is eleven.
[croupier]
Numero rosso.
House wins.
Oh, my gosh! I'm so mortified.
I hope you didn't lose too much?
Just a few euros.
Don't give it a thought.
Is this your first time
in a casino, Kelly?
-It's that obvious, right?
-No.
Can I buy you a drink,
to make it up to you?
I have a better idea.
This is blackjack.
My favourite, because
it's not just about luck.
You start with two cards.
The aim is to beat the dealer
and not let your hand
go over twenty-one.
Number cards
are worth their value,
face cards are worth ten.
And aces, one or eleven.
Sounds complicated!
-Like to try?
-I'd love to,
but I need to get some chips.
Here. A gift to start you off.
Why, thank you!
[speaking Italian]
Deal her in, please.
[Sylvia laughs]
[Sylvia] Keep them coming!
[uplifting music]
Well, would you look at that!
[Massimo] Well played!
[Sylvia] Why, thank you.
[Sylvia laughing]
[man speaking indistinctly]
[man speaking Italian
indistinctly]
[man speaks Italian]
-[Massimo] That's smooth.
-[Sylvia laughs]
I just thought
I'd give it a try.
Would the Signora
like to play again?
Oh Thanks.
What's your name, honey?
We're not permitted to say
our names to guests, Signora.
Oh. OK.
Well, I think I'll quit
while I'm ahead.
Do not tell me that
that was beginner's luck.
Your stake and
a little extra to say thanks.
I've had so much fun.
Well, thank you, Kelly.
Now I think we should get
something to drink.
To celebrate.
Good idea.
How did you find out
about tonight?
The concierge at my hotel
got me an invite.
I had to give him a big tip.
Why is it all so secret?
Oh, not secret. Discreet.
Gambling is
strictly controlled in Italy,
and this is a private event.
-So I'm gate crashing?
-Yes.
But we can say you came with me.
Where's the host?
I need to know
who to hide from.
Who knows? Like I said,
it's all very discreet.
Invitation only,
through a Signal group chat.
As you can see,
it's very well organised.
It sure is.
Well what would you like
to drink, Massimo?
Kelly! That's not how
we do things in Italy.
What would
you
like?
Well, if you insist.
I'll have a Negroni, please.
Negroni it is.
[Massimo]
Due negroni, per favore.
Grazie.
[suspenseful music]
[men speaking Italian]
[men speaking Italian]
Grazie.
[he sighs]
[crickets chirping]
[door opening]
[bottles rattling]
[camera clicks softly]
[camera clicks softly]
-[she exhales]
-[door shuts]
[birds twittering]
[indistinct chatter]
[car door shuts]
[car door shuts]
[man speaking
indistinctly in Italian]
[engine starts]
[men speaking Italian]
[sombre music]
[speaking Italian] Tell the captain
what you just told me.
I killed Renzo Pagano.
[vacuum cleaner whirring]
[Isabel] Maddalena.
Maddalena!
[speaking Italian] Signora Farani
you need to come with me
to the station in Perugia.
Buongiorno.
Buongiorno,
Signora.
Any table is fine.
I'll come and take your order.
I prefer the bar, if that's OK.
Un caffè, per favore.
Sure.
Keep the change.
I would have given it
to you last night,
but I wasn't sure if we're
allowed to tip the croupier.
I'm sorry, Signora,
I think you're mistaken.
I've never seen you before.
[American accent]
Sure you have, honey.
Tell me about Renzo Pagano.
[line ringing]
[Isabel]
Sylvia. Oh, thank God!
Isabel, what's up?
Maddalena's been taken away
by the police.
[knock on door]
[door opens]
You took your time.
Why have you arrested
Maddalena Farani?
We haven't.
We are questioning her
and her stepdaughter
because this morning
Cesare Farani turned himself in
for the murder of Renzo Pagano.
Do you think Cesare's guilty?
He has confessed.
That's not an answer.
Signor Farani knows
a lot about the crime.
He knows that Pagano was naked,
and he wasn't killed
where he was found.
He described dragging
the body up the stairs
and putting it
in the Ranallos' bed.
-But?
-But
he didn't say where
he killed him or why.
Or how.
You still don't know how?
The extra tests take time.
What did he do with
Renzo's clothes?
Burned them in someone's garden.
Forensics are there now.
Why take the body
to the Ranallos' house?
Cesare had a key, he was
bound to be a suspect.
He says he panicked.
But what was his motive?
Or how did he and Pagano
even meet?
[intriguing music]
Sylvia?
Do you know something?
Have you ever played blackjack?
[speaking Italian] You and your husband
live together and work together.
How can you not know
where he was
for an entire forty-eight hours
less than two weeks ago?
We're busy. We don't see much
of each other during the day.
He was home for dinner?
I think so.
[Sylvia]
Last night wasn't a one-off.
And Renzo worked at the parties.
Though I don't know what that
could have had to do
with his death.
Maybe he tried
to blackmail Farani?
If he did, why wouldn't
Cesare just pay him off?
Blackmailers are greedy.
You know that.
Have you charged Cesare?
Not yet.
You're not sure
he did it, are you?
Too many things don't add up.
But now that we have
a confession,
my boss will want me to stop
looking for other suspects.
Especially with Olivia Ranallo
on his back.
[speaking Italian]
Did you notice a change
in your husband's behaviour
last week?
Like what?
Did he seem on edge?
Did he sleep badly?
[speaking Italian] Signora Farani.
Tell us about the party
last night at Villa Bavarese.
I spent the day cleaning
and getting the villa ready.
I went home before
the guests arrived.
You didn't attend the party?
Why would I? I'm not a waitress.
But you knew that gambling
was going to take place?
No.
-No?
-No.
So what kind of party
did you think it would be?
Just a party.
The owner called Cesare
last week.
You manage the business.
Why did the owner
speak with Cesare?
Sometimes men
prefer to deal with men.
[speaking Italian] Are you OK?
What do you care?
Let's go.
[speaking Italian]
Thank you, Signor Locandi.
[knocking on door]
Come in.
No, we have no reason to think
any damage was done.
Arrivederci.
That was the owner
of the Villa Bavarese.
He lives in Switzerland.
Said there were no events
scheduled this month.
You think he was
telling the truth?
He sounded furious,
so yes, probably.
So, who gave the orders?
You don't think Farani
was acting on his own?
It seems unlikely.
Did you get anything
out of the daughter?
Design student
lives with her father
and stepmother.
Helps with the cleaning jobs,
but claims to know nothing
about any parties.
And she still denies
knowing Renzo Pagano.
Do you believe her?
About the parties, yes.
About Pagano, I'm not so sure.
Someone's going through her
social media to check?
Yes, but she gave us access
to her private accounts.
So it's unlikely there'll be
anything there.
Hmm.
How does she get on
with her stepmother?
Well enough, she said.
But I'm not convinced.
[sombre music]
This is getting to be a habit.
Are you too busy
to buy food these days?
I want information,
not breakfast.
Isabel.
-Ciao,
Sylvia.
-Ciao.
Ciao, amore
.
Be nice to your sister.
Do you recognise this woman?
I know I've seen her around.
Where was this taken and why?
Can't tell you that yet, sorry.
You know her, don't you?
Yes.
Her name is Bianca Rivelli.
She runs a deli
in Via San Sebastiano.
She often donates food
to us at the
Mensa Sociale.
And?
She is Cesare's ex-wife
and Cosima's mother.
[vehicle approaching]
Hmm.
Hey, it's Maddalena, I think.
What's she doing here?
[speaking Italian]
I'm fine, really.
I'm fine.
Maddalena!
You didn't have to come today!
That's what I've been saying.
I don't like to let people down
and I really can't afford
to stop working, so
-Have you been to see Cesare?
-No.
We can help you hire a lawyer,
if you want us to.
Thank you, Dottore,
but what's the point?
The carabinieri already offered
him one and he said no.
Cesare is stubborn like an ox.
Do you think he killed
that young man?
Why would he say so
if it's not true?
How's Cosima taking it?
She's gone to stay
with her mother.
-Here, let me.
-Oh, no, no.
Thank you, don't worry.
I'm going. OK?
Well, I must get going too.
Could you pick me up
some coffee beans?
From Bianca's deli.
[intriguing music]
[line ringing]
-Ciao, Sylvia.
-Hi, Raffaella.
Could you check something out
for me, please?
Sure. Tell me, what do you need?
[women chatting indistinctly]
-Buongiorno
, Signora.
-Buongiorno.
Could I have half a kilo
of the Robusta, please?
-Ground?
-Uh, no, thanks.
Everything here
looks so tempting.
Makes me wish
I was a better cook.
I make dishes for delivery also.
Take a menu.
You cater parties too,
don't you?
Who are you?
My name's Sylvia Fox.
I'm Isabel Vitale's sister.
Cesare helps me with my garden.
Why are you here?
Because I don't think that
Cesare is a murderer.
Neither do I.
So, tell me about the parties.
I don't know anything.
I know it's against the law,
Signora.
But it doesn't do any harm.
Isn't it awkward, working with
your ex and his new wife?
I left Cesare because I fell
in love with a woman, Signora.
But we are still family.
Renzo Pagano worked at those
events as a waiter, didn't he?
I don't know.
I go to the kitchen, do my job,
clean up and leave.
Six euros seventy-five, please.
How often did
the parties happen?
[card reader beeps]
Every few months at first.
More, lately.
Did your daughter
ever work at them?
Never.
May I talk to Cosima?
She's gone to a class.
I'm not just trying
to help Cesare.
A young man is dead who's almost
the same age as your daughter.
His friends and family
deserve the truth.
Thanks for the information,
Raffaella.
-Does it help?
-I think so.
Maddalena and Cesare's income is
modest, they rent their house.
Whoever's getting rich
from the gambling parties,
-it's not those two.
-No.
I don't even know how they
managed to set up a business.
They were nearly broke.
Well, it's just
the two of them, mostly.
And they wouldn't have needed
any capital investment.
Yes, OK, but you can't set up
a company from nothing.
And then suddenly they had
a van, a website, new equipment.
And there's no record of a loan?
No. No overdraft
and no credit cards.
Could you do another
search for me, please?
Sure. Send me the details
and I will get it to you
first thing tomorrow.
-Thanks, Raffaella.
-No problem.
[man]
Caio.
[Raffaella speaking Italian]
[gentle music]
-Hello.
-Hello.
[she chuckles]
[birds twittering]
Buongiorno.
Have you got time for a coffee?
Yes. I'm not on duty until ten.
There we go.
Grazie.
Any progress on the Pagano case?
Uh, we looked at the family
connections in Puglia,
but no red flags.
Pagano called his mother
once a week or so.
He was a good son, then.
Sylvia, calling your mother
once a week is the minimum.
He didn't tell her that
he'd lost his job and, um
no one seems
to know where he was
until he showed up
in the Ranallos' bedroom.
What about the Ranallos?
Well, I told you,
they have strong alibis
for the time of death.
What?
Olivia Ranallo is a government
lawyer who earns, um,
a good salary, right?
I assume so.
But surely not enough to pay
for a house in Panicale,
a big apartment in Rome,
two cars,
and lots of foreign holidays.
Do they have a lot of holidays?
Last year,
they went to Thailand,
Australia and Costa Rica.
Oh
They told you this?
No.
Pietro Ranallo has
a successful business.
Well, that's what he'd
like you to believe.
In fact, his digital marketing
agency went bust last year.
OK.
But what do you want me to do?
I mean, the Ranallos could
not have killed Pagano,
so the state of their finances
does not concern me.
I think it should.
Sylvia, I can't interrogate
a government official
about her lifestyle
because you have a hunch
it's connected to a case
which is nearly closed.
Would you interrogate her if she
weren't a government official?
[he sighs]
Do you know why
I left the south?
Not exactly.
Just that you had some trouble.
There was a case,
a death that was very convenient
to some important people.
And I asked too many questions,
and I carried on when
my boss told me to stop.
I was lucky to keep my job,
but I had to leave my family
and move north.
And that was the final blow
for my marriage.
I'm sorry.
I didn't want to come
to Perugia, but
it was a good thing,
because I met you.
But I don't want
to risk it at all again.
Not without more evidence
than you have given me.
Fair enough.
This is Italy, remember.
You have to be careful
about the enemies you make.
[dramatic music]
[car horn honking]
[suspenseful music]
Cosima, hi!
My name is Sylvia Fox.
I'm trying to help your father.
Are you a lawyer
looking for a job?
Nothing like that.
Tell me about your relationship
with Renzo Pagano.
The dead guy?
I already told the carabinieri,
I never even met him.
Why should I believe you?
Believe me or not, I don't care.
I saw you and a young man
coming out of one of the houses
that your parents looks after.
Is that where you
used to meet Renzo?
You're spying on me?!
I don't want to make trouble
for you, Cosima.
I know how hard it is
for people your age.
You don't know anything!
You think your father's guilty,
don't you?
-I didn't say so!
-You didn't need to.
Please, tell me
why you think that.
Go away!
Is that what Maddalena
thinks too?
How would I know? We don't
even talk to each other anymore.
Now leave me alone!
[Sylvia]
Please, Isabel.
If I invite her to lunch
it would look weird,
but if you do it
and I tag along
It will still look weird.
Then when you start
interrogating her,
she'll realise she's walked
into an ambush.
You wanted me to take this on.
Maddalena is my friend.
You can't ask me
to set a trap for her.
Would you rather an innocent man
went to prison instead?
[proprietor]
Buongiorno
,
Signora Isabel.
Prego.
[Isabel]
Ciao,
Roberto.
Why don't sit over there?
Grazie.
It's truffle season
and Sylvia is paying.
Do you prefer red or white wine,
Maddalena?
Oh, no, I really shouldn't.
Oh, they have some
wonderful Sagrantino here.
[she inhales deeply]
-[tipsy laughter]
-[Isabel] On a boat!
[laughter continues]
Seriously!
No, but Antonella
was there that night too.
-She was!
-[laughter]
Oh, dear!
Thank you.
Adam and I married too young.
-But it was good for a while.
-Hmm.
Until about six months
after the wedding.
Not that it was
much of a wedding.
Ten minutes in
a pokey registry office
and then off to the pub.
It was a lovely pub.
There again,
I did everything properly.
Church, veil,
champagne reception, the lot.
-And look how that turned out.
-Yeah.
So you and Dottore Matteo
are not happy?
No! Not Matteo. Richard.
Alice's father.
An absolute bastard.
-Mm. No, that's not fair.
-Mm?
-Actually, it is.
-[laughter]
But for you, the story
has a good ending.
[Isabel] Mmm.
Not for me.
[Isabel] Oh, no, no.
Maddalena!
Don't worry,. Look
Listen, listen.
No one who, um, knows Cesare
thinks he's guilty and
and Sylvia's going to prove it.
No promises.
I'm not talking about Cesare.
You were in love with
Renzo Pagano, weren't you?
I never meant to hurt Cesare.
He's a good man.
[Sylvia] But?
When I was young, it was hard.
My mother was sick,
my father left.
I needed to work,
so I became a cleaner.
And then I met Cesare.
And he fell in love with you?
And I loved him too.
We worked hard,
built up the business.
Then you met Renzo.
He was so young, so beautiful.
He made me feel that way too.
You used to meet in the houses
you looked after
when they were empty?
Yes. We we knew it was wrong.
I tried to end it, we both did,
but we could not bear
to be apart.
What changed?
Renzo lost his job.
He was going to Rome
to find work,
or maybe home to Puglia.
His brother just died and
he needed to help his family.
What happened to his brother?
I don't know exactly.
But it was before I met Renzo.
Did you try to
persuade him to stay?
Yes.
I said I would leave Cesare,
but he wouldn't change his mind.
We had a fight.
[Isabel] Mm-hm!
How did Cesare find out
about you and Renzo?
I don't know, but before
he went to the carabinieri,
he told me he knew.
So do you believe
that Cesare killed Renzo?
I don't want to believe that,
but it must be true
and it's my fault!
[she sniffles] I'm so sorry.
-[Isabel] Don't worry.
-[Maddalena] I'm sorry.
Please don't be sorry. It's been
nice spending time with you.
-Get safe home.
-Thank you so much.
Farewell.
-Ciao, ciao.
-Ciao.
Well, as far as I can see,
all we've done
is find a motive for
Cesare to kill Renzo.
Please, can you just trust me
on this for a bit longer?
Thanks for lunch.
-Ciao.
-Ciao.
[intriguing music]
I don't usually ask,
but how did you get hold
of that planning document?
[Raffaella]
Wait,
what are you talking about?
-Hmm.
-Uh, no, really.
Sylvia, what document?
An application
from Pietro Ranallo
to set up a casino
outside Perugia.
Made four years ago
and turned down.
Oh,
Cavolo!
Um
I missed that when
I did the search.
But I would never be able to
send you an official document.
Only a copy.
So who sent me this?
[Raffaella sighs]
I don't know.
Maybe somebody that works for
the mayor or the government.
Or the carabinieri.
[uplifting music]
Grazie.
This found its way
into my post box.
I thought you'd be the proper
person to take charge of it.
Oh, uh I can't stay long,
but, uh
I have news I thought you
may want to hear.
From the pathologist.
Let me guess.
Renzo Pagano
died of natural causes.
Probably a heart defect.
Are you actually a witch?
Well, it's the most
obvious explanation
when you think about it.
No signs of violence
on the body,
nothing from
the initial post-mortem.
And his brother died
not long ago,
I'm guessing from
the same thing.
Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.
-Yes.
-Their poor mother.
You've told Cesare?
Barzini did.
I'm off the case.
Why?
Do they know you
sent me the file?
Of course not. But there's been
pressure from Rome.
-Olivia?
-Hmm. Who do you think?
Well, she wouldn't be doing this
if she didn't have
something to hide.
No. Hmm.
But before I can prove that,
she'll have me moved.
Or fired.
She can do that?
Yes.
What happens now?
Will Cesare be released?
That's not my decision.
But he still has a lot of, uh,
explaining to do.
But he's not co-operating.
Tell me what you're planning,
Signora Volpe.
No.
You'd be risking your job again.
Exposing criminals
is
my job.
And sometimes attack
is the best form of defence.
I think I can make this right,
as long as I can get
Cesare to talk.
Once I've made him listen.
If he agrees to see you,
but he won't.
Who can a prisoner
be forced to see,
apart from you lot?
No one can refuse
the
Agenzia delle Entrate.
-The Revenue Department?
-Yes.
But you didn't hear
that from me.
No, of course I didn't.
Cesare.
I think you've been very noble,
and very foolish.
And now I think you
need to start talking,
for everyone's sake.
OK.
I'll tell you what
I think happened,
and you tell me whether
I'm right or wrong.
Deal?
You didn't kill Renzo Pagano.
But you thought your wife did,
so you took the blame.
-No, it's not true.
-It's OK.
Maddalena told me
about the affair.
She did I swear.
And she feels desperately
guilty about everything.
So will you tell the carabinieri
the truth now?
No.
You're scared of Pietro Ranallo,
aren't you?
You should be, too.
OK.
But I think I can see a way out.
As long as you're willing
to trust me.
[suspenseful music]
[speaking Italian] Look.
What the hell are they
doing here?
Don't let them in.
Hello.
Buonasera.
[Olivia] Why have you brought
that woman to my house?
Oh, you know her name, Olivia.
Maddalena has worked for you
for years. So has her husband.
Yes, her husband,
who has murdered someone
and put the body in our bed!
I'm glad to say that only
half of that statement is true.
Which half?
Renzo Pagano died
of natural causes.
But Cesare did put
his body in your bed.
Why?
Maddalena had
nothing to do with that.
But she knows all about
this.
I went to one of your parties
at the Villa Bavarese.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
I've never been to
Villa Bavarese.
I didn't say you had.
You get Cesare to run
the parties for you
and Maddalena makes
all the arrangements.
It's true.
I suggest a place,
Pietro decides the date
and invites the guests.
I organise everything else,
even the flowers.
She's lying.
I have all your emails.
So, even if these
fantasies were true,
you would be in as much
trouble as Pietro.
Well, that's why Maddalena
has come to you,
instead of going to
the carabinieri.
Both of you,
turn off your phones
and put them on the table.
I take it this means
you're ready to do a deal?
-Ten thousand.
-Mmm!
Final offer.
That's not enough.
Cesare is in custody,
and he's going to be charged
with obstruction of justice.
He should be. What he did to us
was a wicked thing.
It was stupid, certainly.
But if he explains
why he did it,
he might get a lighter sentence.
What do you mean?
Four years ago,
you lent the Faranis
20,000 euros
to start their business.
Hmm. Did I?
That was generous of me.
But there was a condition.
You couldn't get
a casino licence,
so you wanted Cesare
and Maddalena to organise
gambling parties for you.
We finished paying
back the loan,
and we wanted to stop
helping with the parties.
But Pietro told us we had to
carry on or he would destroy us.
Hmm. So Cesare
brought a dead body here?
Not just any body.
Renzo Pagano used to work
at the parties.
Cesare thought that Pietro
would be charged with murder?
Mmm? That's what he hoped.
At the very least,
he wanted to give him a fright.
[speaking Italian]
Your husband is a bastard.
[Olivia] Have you he told this
to the carabinieri?
Not yet.
-How much?
-Not one cent!
[he tuts] Not one cent!
These
contadini ingrati
were happy
to run the parties when
they needed my money,
and now they are trying
to blackmail me!
[speaking Italian]
Be careful, Pietro.
They should be careful!
You've made a big mistake,
Signora Fox.
Mmm? You're just
another stupid foreigner,
who doesn't understand
how things work here in Italy.
People like her and
like her idiot husband
don't go up against
people like us!
Maybe we should all
take some time
I don't need time!
I don't need time!
I have powerful friends
and dangerous ones too!
[sirens wailing]
[speaking Italian]
Pietro, it's a trap!
[tense music]
[Pietro protests in Italian]
Did you get all that?
Loud and clear.
[speaking Italian] Pietro Ranallo,
I'm arresting you
on suspicion of running an
illegal gambling organisation.
You!
Si, Signora.
[speaking Italian]
Don't say anything.
Thank you both.
You did brilliantly, Maddalena.
I was so afraid.
[she sighs]
[gentle music]
[uplifting music]
Ciao,
Sylvia.
Ah!
-Ciao!
-Ciao.
So, how was yoga this morning?
Sylvia's jealous 'cause I can
do a headstand and she can't.
What sane person would
want to stand on their head?
That's true. [he laughs]
And did Maddalena
come to work today?
No, she tried,
but I sent her home.
I think she and Cesare
need some time together.
He made a huge
sacrifice for her.
-Mm.
-I hope they're going to be OK.
-[Giovanni] Am I late?
-Oh, not at all. Welcome.
-[laughing]
-Oh, welcome.
-Ciao.
-Buongiorno.
-Mmm.
-Oh!
-[Sylvia laughs]
-Bellissima!
[Matteo] Here we are!
Ah! Oh, goodness!
[Giovanni] I should be
coming back soon.
[indistinct chatter
and laughter]
Thank you so much for that.
Thank you.
[chatter and laughter continue]
-Thank you.
-Grazie.
-Can I help?
-No, no, I've got this.
Grazie.
Wow!
What will happen to Cesare?
Oh, um, we're not going to
charge him for moving the body.
Too much paperwork.
And the Ranallos?
Cesare and Maddalena
agreed to testify
about the gambling parties,
but I doubt it will
come to a trial.
Why not? Even if the recording
can't be used in court,
then there must be other ways
of getting evidence.
Yes, and the Guardia di Finanza
will find them.
But Olivia resigned from
her job and, um, I think
she and Pietro will try to
disappear before that happens.
That doesn't seem fair and
they should both be in prison.
Agreed, but the Faranis
broke the law too,
and you helped make sure
they don't go to jail.
And you're safe?
Not going to lose your job
or be sent to some awful place?
I'm safe from Olivia Ranallo,
at least.
Thanks to you.
What are we toasting?
Um
Partnership.
And maybe a house on a hill.
You're buying a house? Where?
Building one, I hope.
[Matteo] Oh!
Fantastico
!
-Bravo!
-Grazie.
[Giovanni and Matteo
laugh and chat in Italian]
[glasses clink]
[tense music]
[theme music]