02x01 - A Debt of Honour

[bunniefuu]

[Matteo] Welcome!
Isabel, your sister is here!

- [Isabel] You made it.
- [Sylvia] Of course I did.

This place is incredible.

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

I'm glad you came. Isabella
did not think you would.

Mamma.

[Sylvia] I couldn't miss
my niece's wedding.

[woman] Where's the groom?
He should be here by now.

- Wait, please.
- Alice, wait.

Something's happened, hasn't it?

Giovanni Riva.
Capitano di Carabinieri.

- Are you English?
- Yes.

- Are you Raffaela?
- What do you need?

An electronic tag
for a mobile phone.

[gentle beeping]

[Isabel] I think that policeman,
il capitano, likes you.

I was born here.
I went to school here.

When I came back from medical
school, I got my first job here.

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?

[Sylvia] Pretty much.

[Matteo]
Sylvia has friends in Italy?

She has friends
all over the world.

And enemies too, probably.

Bound to in her line of work.

[grunting]

- Trade negotiations?
- Sylvia's a spy.

Studied Arabic at Cambridge.

Conspicuously dull
diplomatic career.

Endless postings abroad.

What else could she be?

- You need a coffee.
- [sighs]

And a shower.

Goodbye, Signora Fox.
Or should I say Signora Volpe?

Sounds better in Italian.

Everything sounds better
in Italian.

[indistinct chatter]

Good morning.

Please could I have some celery?

Two euros. Thank you very much.

- Buongiorno, Catalina.
- Ciao, Sylvia.

- Hello, Isabel.
- [Isabel] Welcome home.

- [waiter speaks Italian]
- Grazie.

Grazie.

- Alla nostra.
- Alla nostra.

Do you realise, you've been
in Panicale almost a whole year?

You sound surprised.

Well, when you disappeared
last month,

I wondered
if we'd ever see you again.

Why on earth
would you think that?

You've never exactly stayed
anywhere very long, have you?

I told you, it was just
a bit of freelance work.

Turns out there are bills
to pay, even in paradise.

[bell tolls]

Grazie.

Would you like to go ahead?

Thank you, Signor Bracchi,
we'll wait our turn.

Signora Gori.

Thank you for the baby
clothes you sent for Giovanna.

It was very kind of you.

It was really our pleasure.

Signora Masone.

My sincere condolences on your great loss.

[people gasp]

- [speaks Italian angrily]
- [she struggles]

[man and woman argue in Italian]

[indistinct conversation
in Italian]

Scusa.

Antonella.

Sylvia, you're home! Bad girl!
Why haven't you come to see me?

[laughs]
I only got back yesterday!

Don't ask her where she's been,
because she won't tell you.

A trade negotiation in Germany.
All very boring.

Then I come back to Panicale,
and a fight breaks out.

[sighs] Poor Vittoria.
Grief has made her crazy.

Her husband k*lled himself.

- Oh, no.
- I'm so sorry.

Who was the man she slapped?

[Isabel] Gori.
It looked like Franco Gori.

Yes.

He's the principal
of the high school here.

He does a lot of charity work.

He and his wife set up
a group for...

dipendenti dal gioco d'azzardo?

Hmm. Gambling addicts.

Si. Vittoria's husband
had a problem, big debts.

Franco Gori tried to help him,
but...

How tragic.

I must go to the cemetery now.

I'm cooking dinner
for Isabella and Matteo tonight.

Why don't you come?

I'd love to,
but I already have plans.

- [chuckles] Ciao.
- Ciao.

Plans, eh?

Yes.

Giovanni.

Hello, stranger. [chuckles]

- I've missed you.
- I've missed you too.

- Where are we going?
- Nowhere.

I'm going to cook for you,
to welcome you home.

- [Sylvia gasps]
- [Giovanni chuckles]

- Do you mind?
- Mind?

I'm delighted.

[phone rings]

- That's you.
- I'm not going to answer.

Yes, you are.

[sighs]

- Si?
- [woman speaks in Italian]

Si.

[he speaks Italian]

[sighs] I'm sorry.

[phone rings]

You'd better go.

Damn. I'll call you.

[Giovanni] Si?

- Capitano.
- Barzini. Doctore.

A man called Franco Gori has been m*rder*d.

Stab wound to the heart.

This place is a community canteen.

The body was in an office out the back.

Who found the body?

The priest and Signora Silvestre.

They were here for a fundraiser.

- Buona sera, Padre.
- Prego.

We called an ambulance straight away,
but he was clearly dead.

- You didn't touch the body?
- No.

Only to check if he was alive.

When did you last see Signor Gori alive?

This morning.

At Luigi Masone's funeral.

[woman] Franco.

Franco!

That's Franco Gori's wife.

[they speak Italian]

Franco. Franco!

[Giovanni speaks Italian gently]

[bell tolls]

[doorbell rings]

Good morning, may we come in?

Signora...

You know that Franco Gori is dead?

May he burn in hell.

Where were you yesterday,
between six and six thirty?

[Giovanni and Vittoria
speak in the distance]

Captain, Captain

Coming

Sylvia.

Hello, Antonella.

Isabel's just been telling me
the ghastly news

about what's happened
at Cibo Per Tutti.

They've arrested Vittoria.

Well, they probably
just want to talk to her,

because of what happened
at the church.

They took her away in handcuffs.

Yeah, but they don't think she's
capable of m*rder or anything.

Of course not!
I know Vittoria.

She won't help herself.

We have to do something.

It was your friend
who came for her.

[knocking at door]

Come in.

Thank you

Sylvia.

Hello

Hello madam.

Uh, this is, um,
Brigadiere Roberta Barzini.

- Hamdani's replacement.
- Ah. Sylvia Fox. Hello.

Pleased to meet you, Signora.

You can go now, Barzini. Thank you.

You didn't tell me
Hamdani had left.

I had other things
on my mind yesterday.

What's Barzini like?

She likes to do things
her own way.

Like you. [chuckles]

Sorry about last night.

Not your fault.

I heard you've already
arrested someone.

Is that the only reason
you're here?

Of course not. I was wondering
if you might be free for lunch.

Uh...

I have to work. [sighs]

You were telling me
about the arrest.

- No, I wasn't.
- You're going to, though.

Well, uh, we found a manic hi no
in Vittoria Masone's house.

So? She's a seamstress.
She makes robes for priests.

It was stabbed
through the heart.

And Gori's name
was written across it.

Oh.

Well, if I was planning
to m*rder someone,

I wouldn't practise at home

and leave the evidence around
for everyone to see.

If you were planning a m*rder,
Signora Volpe,

none of us would stand a chance.

Thank you... I think.

Have you found the weapon?

A knife from the kitchen
at Cibo Per Tutti.

Wiped clean afterwards.

Alibi?

Signora Masone says she was
in the church in Panicale.

She doesn't know
when she arrived or left.

So, is there any actual evidence
against her?

No. But she refuses
to answer questions.

That's not a good enough reason
to keep her locked up.

I know that.

We'll release her, but she'll
stay under investigation.

[Sylvia]
When will you let her go?

In the next hour.

And how is she getting back
to Panicale?

[car unlocks]

Capitano Riva is a good man.
Don't be afraid to talk to him.

I'm not afraid.

But why should I help him
find who k*lled Franco Gori?

I'm glad il bastardo is dead.

Will you tell me why?

No.

You shouldn't be alone
when you get home.

Is there anyone
I can call for you?

No.

Antonella said
you have a brother.

[sighs] Raimondo?
No, thanks.

We have a family business
in Perugia.

And Raimondo is the boss now.

A small part of it belongs
to me and I wanted to sell it,

to help my husband.
But Raimondo said no.

I'm sorry. That must have been
very hard for you.

[she sniffles]

It's my fault that Luigi
started gambling.

How can that be?

I was going to stop working
for Raimondo.

I want to do beautiful
dresses for...

la sposa?

The bride?

You wanted to make
wedding dresses?

Si.

We needed money to begin.

And then Luigi lost his job.

And Raimondo gave him work,
but he paid him almost nothing.

We had to spend our savings
just to live.

And that's why he
started gambling?

[sobs] And he couldn't stop.
He couldn't stop.

[sobs]

Why don't you go and lie down for a while?

I'll call you when it's ready.

You did the right thing,
to bring her here.

I couldn't think
what else to do.

Vittoria was talking about her
husband, and she got upset.

Said it was her fault
he started gambling.

That's not true.

Vittoria is very religious. She
feels guilty about everything.

Not about Gori's death,
apparently.

She's delighted about that, and
making no attempt to hide it.

[Antonella] Everyone will think
she k*lled him.

Even if the police
don't charge her,

her life will be impossible.

I'm sure the carabinieri
will find the k*ller soon.

You have to help them.

Antonella, it's not my job.

You helped Carlo Sabatini.
And that boy from Russia.

You can't help my friend?

Did Franco Gori
have any enemies?

No.

What about his wife? The spouse
is usually the first suspect.

Romana Gori is a good woman.

She's a mouse.

So where should I start looking?

Is there somebody who might know
why Vittoria blamed Gori?

Other friends? Family?

Just her brother. But you won't
get anything out of him.

[shop bell tinkles]

Good afternoon, Signora.

How can I help you?

Signor Ballotelli?

- Yes.
- My name's Clare Gennari.

I work for Vita Mutuale.
The insurance company?

I am not interested.

Oh, don't worry, I'm not here
to sell you a policy.

I'm investigating the death
of Signor Luigi Masone.

- He k*lled himself.
- Yes.

But in certain circumstances,

the company can still make
a payment to the bereaved.

Hmm. Really?

How well did you know
your late brother-in-law?

We were not close.

But he worked for you,
didn't he?

Yes, for a short time.

Were you aware that Signor
Masone had a gambling problem?

I was aware he spent money
he did not have.

- Did you ever lend him money?
- No!

- Did he ask?
- Once.

Never again.

Was he seeking help
for his addiction?

[chuckles] Addiction!

Signora, I do not want
to seem unchristian,

but this was entirely Luigi's
fault, no one else's.

He was a weak man, and he...

did not trust in God.

It's helpful to have
your perspective.

[Raimondo] Hmm.

This must be very hard
for your family.

- How's your sister?
- Not good.

At the funeral, no decorum,
no... self-control.

Well, funerals are never easy.

This one should never have
taken place at all.

Why is that?

The true church
does not grant sacred rites

to people
who take their own lives.

Thank you for your time,
Signor Ballotelli.

[shop bell tinkles]

Rafaella.

Please!

Mm! This is so good.

And I love your new place.

Thank you.

What's wrong?

There's something not right
about Raimondo Ballotelli.

Do you want me to see
what I can find out about him?

Why not?

He may not be a k*ller,
but he's a nasty piece of work.

Leave it with me.

Hello, Father.

I'm Sylvia Fox.
I'm Dr Matteo's sister-in-law.

I know who you are, signora.
I'm pleased to meet you.

- Have you got a moment?
- Yes.

Antonella Vitale
is very worried about Vittoria.

Ah. I've told the carabinieri
that she was still praying

in the church at six that night
when I left to go to Tavernelle.

It's not possible she had time
to k*ll Signor Gori.

And do the police accept that?

Of course.
But people talk, you know?

[he pants]

This hill.

Grazie.

[door closes]

You like it?

It's astonishing.

Perugino painted it
over 500 years ago.

It's the
Martyrdom of Saint Sebastian.

[clears throat]

Allora?

Has Antonella asked you
to find Franco Gori's k*ller?

As I said, signora,
I know who you are.

You have made a little name
for yourself in Panicale.

Do you disapprove?

How can it be bad,
to seek the truth?

The trouble is, I don't know
where to start looking.

And you hoped
I would give you a sign,

perhaps from something
I heard in confession?

That's not going to happen,
is it?

[chuckles]

No one has confessed to me that
they are a m*rder*r, signora.

I think I am permitted
to tell you that much.

What would you say if they did?

I would tell them
to go to the carabinieri.

And if they refused?

I would have
to keep their secret.

Thank you for talking to me.

My pleasure, as well as my duty.

- Your duty?
- You live in my parish.

It doesn't matter if you don't
come to my church.

Though you are welcome there,
of course.

Vittoria's brother told me
that people who k*ll themselves

aren't supposed to have
a church funeral. Is that true?

It was, many years ago.

Though even then, the priest
would often find a way.

But the rules are kinder now.

But Raimondo Ballotelli
doesn't like the change.

It's one reason he's never
succeeded in becoming a priest.

What are the others?

Did you know
the early church fathers

judged excessive curiosity
to be a vice?

- Oh, dear.
- [they laugh]

I'm sorry, Padre...

Simona Monaldo is trying to reach you.

Her mother is dying.

I'm afraid I have to go,
signora.

Lock up, please.

- Hello. I'm Sylvia Fox.
- Gabriel Amadou.

- You're also a priest?
- A deacon.

I'll become a priest next year.

Will you stay in Panicale
after that?

I'll go wherever God calls me,
signora.

[Gabriel] Prego.

[Sylvia] Grazie.

I was hoping for a coffee,
but it looks like I'm too late.

Yeah, I'm just off to do
my shift at the mensa sociale.

- Um, I'll see you later.
- Sure.

Or I could come with you.
Lend a hand.

- With the washing-up.
- OK.

Is your friend who found
the body going to be there?

Yes, she is.
Which is lucky, isn't it?

Because that's the reason
you're coming. Hop in.

Buongiorno.

This is my sister Sylvia.

She's come to help.
Don't let her cook.

Welcome Signora.

Hi, Sylvia, I'm Mara.
We met at Isabel's house before.

Hello again.

Mm! That smells delicious.

Ogbono soup?

My grandmother's special dish.
You know it?

One of my favourites.

But I've never seen it
made with pork before.

We're in Umbria, signora.

- Pronto.
- Scusi, signora.

Uh, Sylvia?

Can you empty the dishwasher
and take things through?

- Uh, Mara?
- Yes?

Would you mind showing her
where everything goes?

OK.

I think it's amazing
you're back in action here,

so soon after
Signor Gori's death.

People don't stop being hungry
because somebody dies.

I meant you personally.

Finding the body must have been
an awful experience.

Yes. I'll get the bread out.

[chatter in Italian]

I haven't worked this hard
in years.

I'm surprised
to see Antonella here.

Why? This is a mensa sociale,
not a soup kitchen.

Some people eat for free,
but most people pay.

[speaks Italian]

[they speak Italian]

[Giovanni speaks Italian]

[indistinct conversation
in Italian]

Giovanni. What's going on?

I'll tell you later.

Prego.

[Isabel] What happened?

Riva and his new brigadiere
have taken Mara away.

He didn't say why.

They can't imagine
she had anything to do

with Franco Gori's m*rder,
can they?

What else could it be?

[phone rings]

[she speaks Italian]

What's up?

Not yet. I have to help clear up.

I know, I know.

But we're short-handed and they need me.

I'm coming.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

I forgot Luca was home
early today. I'm sorry.

Luca's her husband. He's a pig.

Why do you think the police
came for Mara?

They might want to go through
her statement again.

But couldn't they just call her

and ask her
to come into the station?

- Tell me about Mara.
- Um... She's a single mother.

She opened a little bakery
a few years ago

when her daughter
started secondary school. Oh.

- Now, that's a surprise.
- [Sylvia] What?

Romana Gori's salon...
it's open.

Maybe her staff
are carrying on without her.

No, no, I think
she runs it on her own.

Don't wait for me.

Why do you always
look for trouble?

I'm still coming tomorrow for the weekend.

I should be there about nine.

I have to go now, someone
has come into the salon.

Si, si, ciao, ciao.

- Buongiorno, signora.
- Hello.

I don't have an appointment,

but is there any chance
of a wash and blow dry?

Sure. Please.

- And your jacket.
- Grazie.

Grazie.

I was very sorry
to hear about your husband.

Thank you.

You knew Franco?

No, but everyone says
he was a wonderful man.

He was a saint.

I haven't lived here for
very long, but my sister has.

She's married to Dr Matteo?

Oh. I know her.

We were just helping out
at Cibo Per Tutti.

It's a tribute to Signor Gori

that all the volunteers
turned up today.

It's better to carry on,
if you can.

Like you're doing?

What else should I do?
Sit upstairs and weep?

You live over the salon?

It's a small apartment,
but it's big enough for us.

I'm sorry.

[water runs]

Who could possibly want to k*ll
a man who did so much good?

- Is the water OK?
- [Sylvia] Hm-hmm.

Did he have problems before?

Threats of any kind?

Never. Everyone loved Franco.

Except Vittoria Masone.

You have heard about that too?

She was not herself
at the funeral.

But she must have had
some reason...

[sighs]

[gasps] What are you doing?

Get out.

I'm sorry.
I know you're upset.

Maybe I shouldn't have come,
but you were open.

Liar!

You have come here to spy on me!

That's not true!

Please. You can't send me away
looking like this!

[scoffs]

[car horn blares]

Matteo.

Sylvia. Get in.

- What happened?
- I'll tell you on the way.

Thanks for the lift, Matteo.

I suppose it's no use asking you
not to tell Isabel about this.

[laughs] No, no use at all.

Do you think
Franco Gori's k*ller

was some random crazy person?

Sylvia... you don't have
to find the k*ller,

just because my mamma
asked you to.

Leave your friend to do his job.

See you soon. Thanks again.

Ciao.

Hello.

Am I going to get my supper
cooked for me tonight?

This is not a social call.

What's wrong?

Romana Gori has accused us
of sending an undercover officer

to spy on her.

Oh, that's absurd.

I needed a blow dry
and... I was just curious.

Oh, come on, Sylvia.
Do you think I'm a fool?

No, of course not.

Barzini managed
to calm her down,

and no further action
will be taken.

This time. But it has to stop.

OK.

Sorry.

How about a glass of wine?

No, thank you. I have to go.

Bye.

Was Vittoria's husband's death
definitely suicide?

Yes. There's no doubt.

- One more question.
- [groans]

Does Romana Gori have an alibi?

No alibi. But no evidence
that she k*lled her husband,

or wanted him dead.

Good night.

Mara Silvestre, we're going to charge you.

What?

No. I beg you.

Signora, you have confessed
to a very serious crime.

What will happen to me now?

I can't stay here. My daughter needs me!

The court is likely to grant bail
if you co-operate with our inquiries.

I've told you everything.

We need more!

We need to know
everything about Franco Gori.

Was there anything unusual in his
behaviour before his death?

Anything that stands out?

The evening before his m*rder...

I was working late at Cibo Per Tutti.

I heard Franco having a fight with
someone in the office next door.

They were shouting.

It got pretty bad.

Who was this person?

Gabriel.

Gabriel Amadou.

He works with Padre Giuliano.

[buzzer]

Good morning, Father.

I hope you've recovered from the other day?

I'm fine, thank you, Capitano.

What can I do for you?

We need to speak with Gabriel Amadou.

He's not here, but he should be back soon.

In fact, that sounds like him.

Signor Amadou!

Stop!

Gabriel! Wait!

All units, back up needed!

Position. What is your position please?

Northern road out of Panicale.

In pursuit of a suspect in a m*rder case.

Male. Around 30 years old.

A priest on a moped.

Is that a joke?

Do you think I've got time to joke around?

[tyres screech]

There he is.

Out of the way!

Damn it!

[door opens]

Hello.

Who are you?

I'm a friend of Romana's.
She's just popped out.

Are you the housekeeper?

What are you doing here?

Would you like me to call her?

No...

You won't.

[woman grunts]

You're crazy!

Not that one.

[grunts]

Wait!

[engine roars]

[tyres squeal]

[yells angrily]

[sniffles]

Isabel thought
I might find you here.

Shouldn't you be taking it easy?

I need to be busy.

What did the police want?

They charged me with fraud.

You know that I'm the treasurer
of Cibo Per Tutti?

Hm-hmm.

I borrowed money
from the account.

Was Franco Gori
blackmailing you?

You took the money
so you could pay him?

I was desperate.

Because of the m*rder,

the police looked
at the charity's accounts

before I could pay it back.

I'm so sorry.

Now everyone will find out
why I did it.

Not if you plead guilty
and there's no trial.

You'll get through this, Mara,
however bad it is.

It's not about me.

It's about Rosa. My daughter.

You don't have to tell me.

Rosa is 17, a good student.

Last year, she got pregnant.

She'd already broken up with
the boy before she found out.

I couldn't let it ruin her life!

And Gori used it against you?

She talked to a counsellor
at school.

Gori found out somehow.

He told me
that as a good Catholic,

he couldn't write Rosa
a recommendation for university,

unless I made amends, by giving
money to his special charity.

What? Ruthless b*stard!

Yes. He was a devil.

But I didn't k*ll him.

I believe you.

But, Mara, you have to tell
Capitano Riva

about the blackmail.

Not the reason,
just that it was happening.

He'll think I did it after all!

Did you give them an alibi?

Padre Giuliano and I
arrived together that night.

He saw me drive up
and get out of my car.

So you're in the clear.

Please, talk to Capitano Riva.

I've said too much
to him already.

Maybe I got someone
into trouble.

What do you mean?

[birds sing]

Mara Silvestre called me.

- Did she?
- Oh, don't act so surprised.

If we'd known that Gori
was a blackmailer,

we would have approached
Amadou more carefully.

Well, we don't know for certain
that Gori was targeting Gabriel,

let alone that Gabriel
k*lled him.

Then why did he run away?

Because he realised that Mara
must have told you

about his confrontation
with Gori. He panicked.

And made himself
look even more guilty.

Yes.

Or maybe he is the k*ller.

Who knows how many people
Gori was blackmailing?

Any one of them
could have done it.

That's not very helpful.

What you need
is a list of Gori's victims.

Do you have this list?

I'm not interfering, remember?

[he breathes deeply]

Grazie.

- It's good of you to come.
- Matteo said it was important.

Please.

[door buzzer]

Brigadiere.

Do you have news for me?

No.

But...

I have a search warrant.

[exhales shakily]

They say you are good
at finding people.

Sometimes.

Please, find Gabriel.

I'm sure the carabinieri
are doing everything they can.

It's important I talk to him
before they do.

He must have had a reason
for running away.

Are you sure you want him found?

Whatever Gabriel
might have done,

it's better that he come back
and face up to the consequences.

Please, before
he does anything foolish.

He won't hurt you,
I'm sure of that.

Do you have any idea
where he might have gone?

We didn't find anything upstairs.

Hmm.

You have a really beautiful home Signora.

I've never seen that before.

[officer speaks in Italian]

I told you, I've never
seen that book before.

How can it have anything
to do with Franco's m*rder?

What is the Panicale Benevolent Society?

I don't know.

Franco was a good man,
he helped a lot of people.

I didn't know all his business matters.

Seriously?

You must really want to go to jail.

Did you know about the blackmail, Signora?

Someone was trying to blackmail Franco?!

Oh, mamma mia.

No, signora.

Mara's just been to see me.

How did you find out?

Or can't you tell me?

Everyone except Vittoria was
so sure Franco Gori was a saint.

That always makes me suspicious.

Well...

Do you know how many people
he was blackmailing?

A lot.

So that makes all of them
suspects.

All of them would have a motive,
certainly.

I know the carabinieri have to
carry on looking for the k*ller.

- But you don't have to.
- Why?

- Do you know who it is?
- Me?

No.

If I did, I'd keep it to myself.

Panicale will be a better place
without Gori.

I agree.

But you're not going
to let it go, are you?

No. I can't.

I have to know the truth.

- Hi, Giovanni.
- [Giovanni] Where are you?

Actually, I'm in Perugia now,
doing some shopping.

Oh, really?
Uh, should I come and find you?

No, I'll come to you.
Give me an hour.

- OK, outside the station.
- OK.

- Ciao.
- Bye.

Hi. I've just made
some fantastic peach gelato.

- You have to try it.
- Definitely, I'd love to.

But first, I'd like to place
a special order.

Shall we have a chat
in the office?

I think so.

So, what do you need?

Nothing fancy. Just a drone.

Um, military grade?

If you have one.

Hmm.

Nice.

I thought you might need
one of these.

Oh, grazie.

[she chuckles]

Please.

How's your day so far?

[he sighs]

Romana Gori claims to know
nothing about the blackmail.

She says her husband
managed their money.

She's lying,
but I can't prove it.

Found anything unusual
in their finances?

No.

Just his salary and the small
income from her salon.

I asked Signora Gori
how they managed to afford

such a magnificent villa,
and she said that...

...she didn't know because
her husband managed their money.

Have you spoken to the people
listed in the ledger?

What ledger? [chuckles]

No one is willing to talk.

We tell them they don't need
to explain

why they were being blackmailed,
but it makes no difference.

That's exactly why
Gori was able to succeed.

Is Gabriel Amadou's name there?

You know it isn't.

But it could be Gori
had just tried it on with him.

Have any idea
where he might have gone?

Leave him to us, Sylvia.

He might be dangerous.

I need to get going.

More shopping?

You know me so well.

[Giovanni] Hmm.

[Sylvia] Gotcha.

Gabriel?

Gabriel!

Gabriel, it's OK.
Padre Giuliano sent me.

Gabriel, please come out
and talk to me.

You can't run forever.

Gabriel, wait!

[he pants]

Gabriel!

Stop!

[grunts]

Did you k*ll Franco Gori?

No.

So why did you run
from the police?

[Gabriel] I'll tell you.

But will you get off my legs,
please?

[they pant]

I thought they'd come
to arrest me for the m*rder.

But if you didn't do it...

I panicked.

Because of the fight you had
with Gori

the night before he died?

Well...

There's a woman. We're...

close.

And Gori tried to blackmail you?

He threatened to get me
thrown out of the church

if I didn't pay up.

I told him to go to hell.

But I didn't send him there.

Do you have an alibi?

I was with her. My friend.

- Well then...
- She's married.

- Ah.
- You see my problem?

And her husband
is not a nice man.

Is it Allegra?

The woman who helps
at Cibo Per Tutti?

Yes.

[Sylvia sighs]

The police know
Gori was a blackmailer.

If your relationship
has no bearing on the case,

then I'm sure
they'll be discreet.

We're talking about Panicale,
signora. Word gets around.

I don't know how we've kept it
secret so long.

Does Padre Giuliano know?

I think he suspects.

I don't know what to do.

You can start by coming back
to Panicale, with me.

Does Allegra know you're here?

No. I thought it would be safer
for her if I just disappeared.

Why did you come looking for me?

I told you,
Padre Giuliano asked me to.

He's worried about you.

And I thought that even
if you were innocent,

you might know something
about the m*rder.

Something important.

There is something, isn't there?

Padre Giuliano told the police

that Vittoria Masone
couldn't have m*rder*d Gori,

because he left her
in the church

in Panicale at six o'clock.

Yes?

I saw him in Tavernelle
at least ten minutes before six.

So Vittoria would have had time
to get there and k*ll Gori.

You're sure about this?

Yes.
I was going to meet Allegra.

We always watch the time,
because of her husband.

Maybe the old man
made a mistake.

Do you think he could have lied,
to protect Vittoria?

If he did, I don't blame him.

Vittoria's a good woman.

Do you want her to go to prison
for k*lling that monster?

I'm so sorry, Father.

You'd better come in.

The police will be here soon.

[Allegra] Gabriel.

[Padre] Allegra
has told me everything.

It's ok, my love.

I won't leave you again.

[she prays quietly]

Franco Gori was blackmailing
your husband, wasn't he?

No.

He gave him a loan.
To pay off Luigi's debts.

But Luigi used it to bet again.

So Gori gave him another loan.
And another.

How much interest did he charge?

Fifty percent.

[gasps]

Gori said
we must sell our house.

The day before the funeral,
he came to me and said

that I still had to pay,
even though Luigi was dead.

Did you tell anyone
Gori was a loan shark?

Who would believe me?

We had to pay in cash,
nothing was written down.

[sighs] A debt of honour,
he called it.

Honour!

I was going to k*ll him.

I'd planned it all.

You really meant to do it?

Yes.

But while I was here,
praying for courage,

somebody got there before me.

Did you tell anyone
what you were going to do?

No.

I have to go now.

I'm late with this week's work
for Raimondo.

Well, surely he won't mind.

[sighs]

I don't do the work,
I don't get paid.

Rafaella? Did you manage
to find out anything

about Raimondo Ballotelli?

[Rafaella] I certainly have.

OK. Go on.

His accounts
make interesting reading.

I'll send you the details.

Thanks, Rafaella.

One more thing.

Can you look into
Gori's finances?

There's something
I can't figure out.

I'll have the chasuble sent over
as soon as the alterations are done.

Thank you, Signor Ballotelli.

No problem, after you.

Not more questions, signora?

No.

I'm afraid I wasn't
entirely honest with you

last time we met.

I don't work for an
insurance company.

Get out of my shop,
before I call the carabinieri!

Oh, I wouldn't do that.
And don't worry.

I have good news.

An audit
of your company's accounts

shows that you made
a good profit last year.

An audit? Who by?

That's not important.
The thing is,

the business is doing better
than you probably realise.

- I pay my taxes!
- So I've been told.

But the dividends you pay
your sister Vittoria

are lower
than they should have been.

Much lower.

A business like this
is, uh, very complicated.

You wouldn't understand.

Then perhaps I should get
the Financial Police

- to explain it to me.
- N-N...

Or you could just pay your
sister Vittoria what you owe her

for... shall we say
the last ten years?

[gasps]

What right do you have...

None at all. But do you really
think that your customers

will carry on coming here, when
they know that you're a cheat?

Ciao, Signor Ballotelli.

Make sure Vittoria has the money
by the end of the week.

This is blackmail!

I suppose it is.

- [door closes]
- [sighs]

[phone vibrates]

Good timing, Rafaella.

So, Franco Gori
was born in Milan,

he has a sister there.
No other living relatives.

And Romana Gori
was born Romana Dati,

in 1983, in Santa Marinella.

No siblings,
and no record of her father.

But her mother, Celestina Dati,
still lives in Santa Marinella.

And she owns a bar
on the Via Longhena.

It must be quite a place.

It turned over half a million
euros last year.

Thanks, Rafaella. Looks like
I'm off to the seaside.

- [Sylvia] An espresso, please.
- Yeah.

[Sylvia] Do you get busy here
in the evenings?

[server] Ah, sometimes.

I know you!

Ha! You don't get away from me
this time!

Watch me!

[grunts]

Scusi mio!

[man speaks Italian]

Giovanni?
I think I know how the Goris

have been laundering
their money.

Romana's mother owns a bar
in Santa Marinella.

It supposedly turns over
half a million euros a year,

but I'm sure it's a front.

[indistinct chatter]

Capitano?

Celestina Dati has been arrested.

Romana Gori wasn't at the bar or her house.

Her mother says she's disappeared.

I'll put a call to all units.

Romana Gori is now a m*rder suspect.

[birds sing]

- [Sylvia] Boo!
- [gasps] Oh.

- Idiot.
- [they laugh]

What do you want?

To know if Antonella
will forgive me,

if I don't find
Franco Gori's k*ller.

Oh, Matteo heard the police
were looking for Romana.

They are.

But you don't think
she's guilty?

Of m*rder? No.

Romana was in the blackmailing
scheme up to her neck,

but why would she
k*ll her husband?

I don't know. A falling-out
amongst thieves?

You know, don't you?

And you wish you didn't.

Feel free to say,
"I told you so."

I told you so.

[they laugh]

Come on. Come and have a drink.

In answer
to your first question,

I reckon Antonella
would forgive you anything.

Unless I die,
and you marry Matteo.

And then you'll be
public enemy number one.

[Sylvia laughs]

[Matteo in distance] Grazie.

[conversation in Italian]

There's more than one type
of martyrdom, isn't there?

- Who do priests confess to?
- Other priests.

And will you receive absolution?

No. Because I don't repent.

Vittoria told you
she was planning to k*ll Gori.

You couldn't talk her out of it,
so you did it yourself.

Franco Gori was
the only evil man I ever met.

Did you know what he was doing,
before Vittoria told you?

Some of his victims
talked to me.

I told them to go to the police,

but they were too ashamed
and afraid.

And I cannot share
the secrets of confession.

How did you know?

A feeling, to begin with,

that something wasn't right.

But you are not
governed by feelings.

No.

Gabriel saw you in Tavernelle,
ten minutes before you said

you left Vittoria
at the church in Panicale.

He didn't tell me.

He thought you lied
to give Vittoria an alibi.

So did I, at first.

But then I realised you
were giving yourself one too.

[he chuckles]

Did you do it to save Vittoria
from prison, or from hell?

Does it matter?

It was one last thing I could do
for a member of my flock.

You're sick?

I'm dying, Sylvia.

What are you going to do?

Nothing.

Unless someone else
is charged with the m*rder.

If that happens,

then I imagine you'll tell
the police the truth.

Of course.

I should have done it already,
but I was weak.

I couldn't bear
the thought of prison.

But you can bear the thought
of hell, for Vittoria's sake?

I trust in God's judgement.

I was going to give Matteo
a letter,

to be opened after my death.

But now...

may I give it to you,

to pass to the Capitano
if someone else is accused?

Even Romana Gori.

It's a big responsibility.

That's something
you are used to, I think.

[he sighs]

[Antonella] Sylvia, you came!

Of course I did.

- These are for you.
- Oh, thank you.

And thank you
for helping Vittoria.

[chuckles] Oh,
I didn't do very much.

It wasn't you
who told the police

that Romana Gori
k*lled her husband?

No.

Is it true?

I don't know.

What do you think?

I thought she was a mouse.

But I also thought
Franco Gori was a saint.

Andiamo.

- Hi.
- Hey, Sylvia, welcome.

- Matteo, please.
- Si, si.

[Isabel] Hi, hi.

What are we celebrating?

Vittoria got the money
for her bridal business.

That's wonderful news.

I will begin very small,
from home.

Yeah, but soon she will have
a shop in the piazza.

- [doorbell buzzes]
- And then a big one in Perugia!

Sylvia, you must be
her first customer!

Me?

That nice Capitano of yours
has waited long enough.

Antonella! Don't be ridiculous.

[they laugh]

What's funny? [chuckles]

Have a drink.

[quietly]
And don't ask any questions.

Salute.

[all] Salute!