02x03 - Death of a Ghost

[bunniefuu]

[indistinct chatter]

[moped revs]

[moped revs]

[Rafaella] Sylvia?

Ciao, Rafaella. Could you
check a licence plate for me?

I'll text you the details.
I think I might have an admirer.

Hello.

Buongiorno.

[phone rings]

- Hello?
- [indistinct response]

Who is this?

I've told Signora Padovesi
she'll get her money,

but she needs to be patient.

No, I'm not in Panicale.

Don't you dare
threaten my family.

So this is where
you've been hiding out.

Yeah, in my own garden.
Sneaky of me.

- I know you've been avoiding me.
- Not you.

I saw Dad chatting up Antonella
in Panicale yesterday.

- Did he say hello?
- No, he didn't see me.

That's very good.

No, it isn't good or bad yet.

If you're trying
to get round me,

you'll have
to do better than that.

How are the two of you
getting on?

It's weird.

Sometimes it feels like
I've known him all my life,

then suddenly
he's a stranger again.

One day,
he won't be there at all.

Maybe.

You know I'm picking up Alice
from the airport later?

Great! How long is she staying?

Just a few days.

She said she wants to take
a break from her studying.

Don't you think Alice
should meet her grandfather?

Oh, my God.
You sound just like Matteo.

Let's all go out to dinner
tomorrow night.

Il Baccanale, my treat.

You won't get a table.

Giovanni. What a nice surprise.

For your olive grove.

It's lovely!
But I don't have an olive grove.

You do now.

Sylvia, uh... is anything wrong?

I haven't seen you
since Villa Rossa.

Sorry. There's some family stuff
going on, that's all.

I was going to call you.

Hello, Capitano. We meet again.

Signor Priest.

No.
His name is actually Henry Fox.

He's my father.

Hmm...

[camera clicks]

[camera clicks]

Sylvia, last week, on a m*rder
scene, I met Michael Priest.

This week you tell me
his name is Henry Fox

and he's your father?

- I know it must seem strange.
- Strange?

Are you mad?

Giovanni, this is a good thing.

It's like I've found
a piece of myself

that I didn't know was missing.

[sighs]

Just be careful.

We're all going out to dinner
tomorrow.

Alice and Antonella too.
Why don't you come?

Thank you, but, um, I can't.

That's a shame.

Hm.

See you soon.

Ciao.

[car door opens, closes]

[car starts]

I hope I didn't make things
too awkward with your friend?

He was surprised to see you.
Understandably.

Look, um... it's time I got out
from under your feet.

I'm going to head off
first thing in the morning.

- Because of Giovanni?
- No. No, no.

I have to go to Madrid
to check out a painting.

But I've just arranged for us
to have dinner

with Isabel and Matteo.

Isabel agreed to that?

Alice will be there.

Look, I'm sorry, but this Madrid
thing could be quite important.

More important than meeting
your granddaughter?

Sorry. Some other time.

[birdsong]

[Sylvia] Henry?

[car approaches]

[tyres squeal]

[car horn blares]

[car horn continues]

[engine revs]

[tyres squeal]

Sylvia?

Sylvia?

Sylvia!

[sniffs]

[gasps]

I thought you were leaving
this morning.

Sylvia's disappeared.

What?

I think somebody's taken her.

Taken her?
What do you mean, "taken her"?

There was a van.

And her phone
was lying in the road.

Right. And have you called
the carabinieri?

No, uh... No, not yet.

[Isabel sighs]

Si, Capitano Riva, per favore.

Si. Si. Grazie.

[sighs]

[phone vibrating]

Hello?

Who's this?

[Henry] My name is Henry Fox.
I'm Sylvia's father.

And why do you have her phone?

I found it outside her house.

Look, who are you?
Are you a friend of Sylvia's?

Maybe. Where is she?

I don't know. She's disappeared.

Dio.
I should have called her before.

Why? Wh... Did something happen?

I can't talk right now.

Just bring me her phone,

so at least I can check
her messages.

[Henry] What?
You know her password?

No, but it's not a problem.

Uh, look I... Uh, I have to go.

If you know something,
tell me now.

No. Meet me
at Gelateria del Castellani

in Perugia, two o'clock.

Sit outside
and read a newspaper.

Don't tell anyone.

- No, no, look, just...
- [phone beeps]

[Isabel] Let's go.

So, you heard the sound
of the horn,

and then you saw
the van drive away?

- Yes.
- OK.

But you didn't see her
get into the van?

No.

[Giovanni]
And what time was this?

[Henry] Around 7:30.

There is a tyre mark,
but no sign of a crash.

Well, do you think
I'm making this up?

No, no, Signor Fox,

but you don't know Sylvia
very well, do you?

Sometimes she goes away
without warning.

Nobody just leaves
without saying goodbye.

- Some people do.
- Her car is still here!

And you found her phone
on the road.

- Do you know her passcode?
- No.

I'll give it to our tech guys.
They might be able to open it.

I doubt it.

I couldn't see the driver,

but the van
was a white Fiat Ducato 10.

No signage or livery.
Registration DP507GF

You took a picture
of the licence plate?

No, but the number's correct.

Has anyone made any threats
to Sylvia?

- Not that I know of, no.
- Uh, no. No.

What aren't you telling us?

It's not important.

It's a misunderstanding
about some money

with a client of mine.

And what does that have to do
with Sylvia?

[Henry] Nothing.

It's just that a man
rang yesterday,

and was rather unpleasant.

And?

He knew I was staying here.
Or in Panicale, anyway.

[Isabel] Oh, my God.

You've been back in our lives
for five minutes!

I really don't think this has
anything to do with my work.

Who's the person
you owe money to, Signor Fox?

You'd be wasting your time,
Capitano,

and we need to find Sylvia.

The name, please.

Greta Padovesi. She lives
in Rome. The Via Messalina.

The van belongs to a printer
in Citta della Pieve.

It was reported stolen
one hour ago.

Put out an all regions alert.

Already done.

Wait, wait.
There is one other possibility.

Sylvia has made some enemies
since she's been here,

hasn't she?

- Really?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

She's earned a reputation
as a bit of a detective.

How so?

Well, she found a woman
who'd been missing for 20 years,

and a stolen pig, and...

That's hardly grounds
for a vendetta, surely?

Oh, there were other cases
more serious.

A very bad guy
Sylvia helped to put away.

Richelmo Gregori.

Maybe he is involved.

- You'll keep us updated?
- Of course.

You're sure there's nothing else
that we should know?

Nothing.

We will find her.

[officers speak Italian]

But you're dead.

[door locks]

Does the Capitano know what
Sylvia used to do for a living?

He's not stupid. I expect
he's worked it out, like I did.

Are you suggesting
someone from Sylvia's past

has tracked her down
and abducted her?

That's precisely
what I'm suggesting.

I, um...

I was in the same game
a long time ago.

What game are you in now?

I can't imagine art historians
get threatened that often.

Hm. You'd be surprised.

I'm going home. Are you coming?

Well, uh... Thanks,
but I have some calls to make.

[horn blares]

[horn continues]

Hello?

[groans]

[horn continues]

Are you OK?

[she grunts] Oh, God! No!

No!

[Sylvia groans]

[groans]

[Sylvia grunts, chokes]

[gasps]

[groans, whimpers]

[pants]

[pants]

[phone rings]

[man] Hello. How can I help?

[Henry] Put me through
to Felicity Morris, please.

Tell her it's Henry Fox,
and it's an emergency.

A Code Nine.

I'm not familiar with that term,
sir,

and I'm afraid I can't confirm
the names of personnel.

Felicity Morris's position
as head of the Service

is a matter of public record.

I'm a former colleague of hers.

What's the nature
of the emergency, sir?

It's about one of your agents,
Sylvia Fox.

She's my daughter
and she's gone missing.

I'm in Italy, so is she.

Or at least, she should be.

Can you hold on a moment,
please?

[classical music plays]

[sighs]

There's no agent of that name

currently active
on His Majesty's Service.

I didn't say
she was currently active.

You're saying you
and your daughter

were both former agents?

Yes.

Have you reported
her disappearance

to the Italian police?

Yes, but they're not equipped to
deal with something like this.

You need to get someone out here
immediately.

I'm afraid that
isn't an option, Mr Fox.

Best to leave this
to the local force.

Hopefully, they'll find
your daughter soon.

If not, she'll return
of her own accord.

For God's sake,
she's not a teenage runaway!

- Goodbye, sir.
- But wait...

[sighs]

Morning.

Hello, darling.
Did you sleep well?

Like a baby. Always do here.

What's the matter?

Sylvia's gone away,
and we don't know where.

[scoffs]
That's nothing new, is it?

No, it's just your grandfather's
worried about her.

Well, he wouldn't be
if he knew her.

Sylvia can take care of herself.

Mm!

I told Antonella we'd meet her
at the cafe in the piazza at 11,

if that's OK?

Yeah, yeah, that's fine.

Oh, don't say anything about
what I just told you, will you.

Yeah, sure. Fine.

Hm. I thought he was leaving
this morning?

Um, Henry, or whatever
I'm supposed to call him.

Yeah, he was,
but he changed his mind.

Oh. OK.

[grunts]

[exhales]

[hollow knocking]

OK, grazie. Ciao.

Capitano?

Richelmo Gregori was transferred
from Rebibbia five months ago.

They're looking for him in the system now.

You really think he might be
connected to Sylvia's disappearance?

Of all the people Sylvia
has run up against here,

he's the one with most connections.

And holds the most grudges.

Come on. We're going to Rome.

I want to know if Greta Padovesi
knows anything about Henry Fox.

[grunts]

[exhales]

[exhales]

[g*n clicks]

[g*n clicks]

[sighs]

[grunts]

f*ck!

[exhales slowly]

[exhales sharply]

[grunts]

[grunts, pants]

Hello!

Hello!

Help!

- Buongiorno.
- Buongiorno.

Are you Rafaella?

You have Sylvia's phone?

I had to give it
to the carabinieri.

Wait here.

- [sighs] Thank you, but, uh...
- Take it.

You're in a gelateria,
you eat gelato.

What's going on?

My daughter was abducted this
morning, from outside her house.

Are the carabinieri
looking for her?

Yes, but I think they're looking
in the wrong place.

You said, "You should
have called earlier." Why?

Sylvia asked me to trace the
registration number of a moped.

She'd seen it around too often,
you understand?

It belongs to Hotel Sereno,
near Trasimeno.

Lots of the hotels have them
to rent out to guests.

Thank you.

What will you do now?

Find out who's been using
that moped.

[indistinct conversation
in Italian]

Signora Padovesi...

...do you know a man called Henry Fox?

No.

What about Michael Priest?

I know him, yes.

Only professionally, you understand.

He recently sold a painting for me.

And were you satisfied with his services?

Why do you ask?

He said that someone
threatened him on your behalf...

...if he did not pay what he owed.

Not threatened...

...just reminded that
the debt must be settled.

Why didn't you hire a lawyer?

I like to take care of my own business.

Has Priest complained to you?

No, but a member of his family
has disappeared unexpectedly.

That has nothing to do with me!

Who made the call to Michael Priest?

Aldo.

My doorman.

Some things are better
left to men, you know?

[grunts]

[grunts, pants]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[sighs with relief, pants]

[grunts]

[grunts]

Residents ask me to do favours.

Strange things, sometimes.

I try to be helpful.

It's all part of the service.

Did the Signora write down
what you had to say?

"Panicale is a beautiful place,

and your daughter's house
is very nice."

How did the Signora know
where Michael Priest was staying?

The Signora has a big family.

Where were you at
seven thirty this morning?

Coming into work. I start at eight.

What do you think?

We know he wasn't in Panicale this morning.

But do we know where his brother was?

Or hers?

It sounds like she's involved.

I agree.

Look into his relations,
his past and any calls...

...and hers.

Yes, Captain.

But it will take time to get
authorisation for the taps.

Then do it without.

[panting]

[gasps]

[distant clanking]

Oh, God. Oh, sh*t!

[clanking]

Who are you?

Bit late for that game now,
Sylvia.

How did you find me?

I still have some contacts.

I must be getting careless.

But the accident
was a nice touch.

Trying to do the right thing.

That's always been
your weakness.

I thought you died in Matara.

You thought right.

Graham Conway
was k*lled in a prison fight.

I'm someone else now.

Clever. That must have cost you.

It the only way out
of that stinking jail.

- The jail you put me in.
- I just did my job.

You were stealing
from the Mataran people.

[scoffs]
From their rulers perhaps.

The people
wouldn't have seen a penny.

You know that's not true.

The profits from the mines

funded health and education
programmes.

Very commendable.

Did you give your pal
the same lecture?

What pal?

Richard Vaughan.

- The journalist?
- So he claimed.

- What do you mean?
- Vaughan worked for me.

And I think
he was one of you lot.

Was the scheme Vaughan's idea?

It was mine.
From start to finish.

I shipped the goods
out to Vaughan in Kondulu,

and he sold them on.

The b*stard disappeared
while I was inside,

taking ten million dollars
of my money with him.

You were surprised he didn't
wait around to hand it over?

No. But he didn't
just leave Kondulu.

He disappeared. Vanished.

As only a spook can.

And that's when it all started
to make sense.

He didn't work for the Service,
if that's what you mean.

Don't bullshit me!

How else would you have known
about the operation?

Vaughan told you,
and the pair of you sold me out.

Where's my money, Sylvia?

I don't know!

He didn't tell me
about the smuggling,

let alone offer me a cut.

I just need to know
Richard Vaughan's real name,

and where he is now.

I have no idea!

I barely knew the man.

I haven't spoken to him
or thought about him in years.

I understand
you have to say that.

Maybe take some time
to think things over.

A night or two down here,

all alone in the dark,

who knows what
you might remember?

[lock clicks]

[sighs]

[door opens, closes]

[exhales sharply]

[sighs]

[moped approaches]

[camera shutter clicks]

[camera shutter clicks]

Bingo.

[Giovanni] OK, grazie.

I don't believe it.

Problem?

Gregori's in prison in Palermo.

I'll ask the local guys to talk to him.

You want me to go?

No, I need you here.

Turns out Greta Padovesi's
husband was Dino Lombardi...

...the crime boss.

That's interesting.

And the doorman?

One of Lombardi's foot soldiers.

He served time for
as*ault and intimidation.

The phone taps?

Done.

And we're checking CCTV footage

around the area where the van was stolen.

We'll find her, Capitano.

Grazie.

Um...

- You must be Alice?
- Yeah.

I'm Henry.

- Your grandfather.
- [Alice, sighing] Yeah.

- No, I've heard a lot about you.
- Oh, dear. Um...

Well, I'm afraid
it's probably all true.

[laughs]

Uh... what, so you're...
What, you're here on holiday?

Yeah, yeah. No, um,
just for a few days. So...

- How about you?
- Yeah, uh...

Bit of a long story. Uh...

Yeah. Um...

- Is your mother about?
- Yes, she's on the terrace.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

So, it's just through there
and up the stairs.

- Yeah. Right. Stairs.
- For the terrace. Yeah.

Alice said I'd find you up here.

- You've met?
- Well, briefly.

[chuckles] She's lovely.

Lovely.

Any news?

Well, there's been no word
from the carabinieri.

I might have a lead.

[Isabel] You have
to pass this on to Riva.

[Henry] No, absolutely not.

No, if this is someone
from Sylvia's past,

he's likely to be highly trained
and completely ruthless.

If he suspects the carabinieri
are onto him, he'll k*ll her.

Or worse.

- Worse?
- Well... disappeared.

Leaving her somewhere
she won't be found.

What's going on?
What's happened to Sylvia?

Alice, do you know
that Sylvia used to be a spy?

I mean, I... I don't know.

But, well, she has a g*n
and mad self-defence skills,

so I thought it had
to be something like that.

She used to work for MI6.

And we think someone
she encountered back then

may be behind her disappearance.

[Isabel] No, you think that.

I'm sorry,
but it's also possible

that she's been abducted
by someone

whom your grandfather
owes money to.

Yes, and I told you,
that's very unlikely.

Now, if I'm right
and Sylvia's disappearance

has any connection
to her old life,

then this is something
we have to handle ourselves.

- What, us?
- [Henry] Hm-hmm.

How?

Well, Sylvia's not the only
trained operative in the family.

Mum?

Don't be silly, darling.
[scoffs] It's...

[Alice gasps] OK.

So... so what happens now?

We need to find out who the chap
on the moped is,

and whether he's our man.

Sorry, what moped?

[Sylvia grunts]

[sighs] Damn.

[grunts]

[grunts]

[sighs]

[click]

[sighs]

[grunts]

[yells] Help!

[yells, sobs]

[panting]

[water dripping]

- [Alice] I think it'll work.
- Yeah. Except for one thing.

I should be the one to go,
not you.

Uh... [mutters]
Why do you think that?

Someone will have seen you
there today.

You go back tomorrow
asking questions,

they'll start to wonder.

No one noticed me, I guarantee.

I'm sure you were a good spy,
but I doubt you were invisible,

Henry, even in your prime.

Darling, would you just go
and put those with the others?

OK, yeah.

Um... Are you staying?

- That's very kind...
- [Isabel] You can if you like.

Then I will. Thank you.

I'm not letting you put yourself
in danger.

[scoffs]

It's a bit late to start acting

like the protective father now,
isn't it? Look...

Are you sure
this is the right thing to do?

You're not just harking back
to your glory days?

I'm not sure I'll succeed,
Isabel, but...

I have to try.

[stutters] You don't have
to get involved.

Yes, I do.

If it's our only way
of finding Sylvia.

She'd do the same for me.

In that case, uh...

I need to teach you
a few things.

[grunts]

[rattling]

[grunts]

[clatters]

[grunts]

- [crack]
- [grunts]

[receptionist speaks Italian]

- Buongiorno, signora.
- Buongiorno.

I have a reservation
in the name of Ford.

F-O-R-D.

Ford.

Welcome to the Hotel Sereno,
Signora Ford.

Room 207, on the second floor.

Is this your first visit
to Umbria?

No. In fact, I'm hoping
to revisit some old haunts.

It says on your website that you
have mopeds that guests can use.

We have only one.
Let me check if it's available.

I'm sorry. It's booked
until the end of tomorrow.

Would you like me
to reserve it for you?

Mm. Mm-mm. Oh, no.

- I'll get back to you on that.
- OK.

Uh, there is one other thing.

Do you happen to have
a copy of La Repubblica?

I think so. Let me check.

- Here it is.
- Grazie.

You're welcome.

- Have a nice day.
- Thank you.

I didn't think
I'd hear from you again.

Signora Padovesi.

I owe you an apology.

You owe me a great deal
more than that.

I did warn you the process
might be complex.

You will get your money,
I assure you.

But I need more time.

You sent the carabinieri
to my home.

That was risky, wasn't it?

[Henry] I had no choice.
My daughter's missing.

[Greta] I don't care
about your daughter.

Get me my money,
or I will make sure

that no one in Rome
does business with you again.

I trust that man less every day.

I'm going to get him back
in here for questioning.

Si?

OK.

Where?

Send me the GPS co-ordinates.

They've found the van.

Finally.

At least what's left of it.

The moped is rented
to a man called Nick Wallis.

He's got it
until tomorrow night.

Well done.
Have you got into his room yet?

Give me a chance!

Let's speak later.
I'm on my way to Rome.

Why are you going there?

To make use of the information

you've so cleverly acquired
for me, darling.

[chuckles]

They don't expect to get much.

But there are no human remains in there.

Thank God.

Uh...

Search the area.

Have every empty and
derelict building checked.

Then contact air support.

I want a helicopter up there searching.

Si, Capitano.

[indistinct chatter]

Grazie.

[elevator bell chimes]

All OK? You ready?

[elevator bell chimes]

Hm.

Right. Where to, um...?

Hm.

Yeah.

Hm.

[chair scrapes]

[man and woman speak
indistinctly outside]

[grunts]

[door clicks]

[woman] I'm sorry, darling.
I'm really sorry.

[Conway] You won't need it
during the lesson.

I can't see it.

Call my mobile, please.

I'm sorry,
I'm not usually this forgetful.

I'm just too relaxed.

It's ringing.

- [phone vibrates]
- Oh.

Voilà.

- [woman laughs]
- [Conway] Mm!

We don't have to play tennis,
you know.

[she laughs]

[Conway] Why don't we ditch
the lesson and go back to bed?

- [laughs]
- Hm?

[woman moans]

Very tempting. But the poor guy
is waiting for us.

- We should go back.
- [Conway groans]

[woman] Come on.

- [Conway groans]
- [woman laughs] Come on!

[Conway] You're too good for me.

[clattering, door opens]

[door closes]

[indistinct conversation]

Grazie.

- Henry!
- [Henry] Hello, Miriam.

[sighs happily]

So glad to find you
still in action.

Well, half the top brass
have forgotten I'm here.

And the other half are
too scared to tell me to retire.

[both chuckle]

What can I do for you?

I need a favour.

You know I have a daughter,
Sylvia?

In Beirut, last I heard.

And then something
about a career break?

That's right. She's living
in Italy at the moment.

Ah.

She disappeared yesterday.

Snatched from outside her house
in Umbria

and driven away in a stolen van.

And you think it's related
to her work for the Service?

Absolutely.

Have you been in touch
with Vauxhall Cross?

- [chuckles] I've tried.
- Let me guess.

Some callow teenager on
work experience hung up on you?

No, he was perfectly polite,

but he obviously thought
I was some kind of fantasist.

We're a pair of fossils,
you and I.

Have you alerted
the carabinieri?

They're investigating.

But, um... I have a lead.

And I don't think it would
be wise to share it with them.

But you'd like
to share it with me?

Oh, yes, please.

[Miriam] Who is he?

I was rather hoping
you might be able to tell me.

He's staying at the Hotel Sereno
near Castiliogne del Iago,

under the name "Nick Wallis."

I'll get the picture
run through our system

and see what that yields.

[sighs]

[scraping]

[sighs]

[groans]

[distant thud]

[door closes]

[exhales slowly]

[lock clicks]

[Conway] Want some?

No, thank you.

There's food, too.

I'm not hungry.

Liar.

[rustling]

I'm not going to poison you,
Sylvia.

The carabinieri
will be searching for me.

If anything happens to me,
they'll track you down.

I doubt it.

I'm pretty good and I've been
planning this for a while.

[Conway scoffs]

- Oh! Oh! [grunts]
- [she exclaims]

- [grunts]
- Are you OK?

Yes. It's my own fault.
I couldn't resist these shoes.

- They are very chic.
- Yes, but not very practical.

Oh! Do you mind if I just...?

- No, of course.
- ...catch my breath.

[sighs, chuckles]

- My name is Sabine.
- Arabella.

- Nice to meet you.
- And you. [chuckles]

[sighs]

So...

Have you had a chance
to think about things?

What's there to think about?

Come on, Sylvia.

You want to get out of here
alive, don't you?

If I tell you, how can
I trust you to let me go?

Well, you can't.

But it's your only chance,
so you might as well take it.

Did you know Richard Vaughan
was American?

He didn't sound like a Yank
to me.

His father worked
for some big oil company

and he grew up in London.

And?

Vaughan didn't tell me
about the smuggling,

and he definitely wasn't MI6.

But he could have been CIA.

Even if he wasn't, the Agency
might have had its own reasons

to help him disappear.

Yeah, well this is all
very interesting.

But I need his real name.

I can't tell you
what I don't know.

- Enough!
- [gasps]

Enough.

You know the guy's life story,
but not his name?

His name...

was Ryan Erikson.

His family came from Minnesota.

That's all I know.

You better be telling the truth.

[door locks]

[outer door opens]

- [outer door closes]
- [gasps]

[grunts]

[sighs]

[pants]

[scratching]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[strains]

[exhales]

Come on.

[grunts] Yes.

[grunts]

[grunts]

Oh, yes.

[Henry] Mm. A proper cup of tea.

Fortnum's loose leaf.

It's the only thing
I miss about Britain.

I get it sent out
in the diplomatic bag.

- [computer chimes]
- Oh, here we are.

Nicholas Jacob Wallis entered
the country three weeks ago,

on a South African passport.

Hm. That's not good.

It's showing a match, a man
called Graham Arthur Conway.

Why is Conway on your system?

He's a former British
Military Intelligence Officer.

Former? What is he now?

Dead. He went rogue and
was k*lled in a prison fight,

allegedly.

Do you happen to know if Sylvia
was in East Africa at the time?

No, she'd moved on by then.

But she was there
a few years earlier,

when Conway was convicted.

What was he done for?

[sighs] Running a mineral
smuggling operation.

He was suspected of the m*rder
of two mine workers.

Christ.

But there wasn't
enough evidence to charge him.

[gasps]

- That's odd.
- [Henry] What?

I'm trying to see
who else of ours

was in the region at the time,

but the system
keeps blocking me.

- Black ops?
- Yes, perhaps.

Is there anything else
I can do to help?

Just a few bits and pieces
from the stationery cupboard,

if you'd be so kind?

[exhales]
That's quite a shopping list.

[Henry] Mm.

- I shall need it all back.
- Of course.

Don't do anything foolish,
Henry.

We leave tomorrow,
but it's been a fabulous trip.

- The first of many, I hope.
- [chuckles]

Nick is a great guy.

Mm. And where is he, this
wonderful boyfriend of yours?

- I can't wait to meet him.
- He's gone hiking.

Wants to get fit again
after three weeks of indulgence.

You've been here three weeks?

It was meant to be ten days,
but Nick's schedule changed

and he said
we should stay longer.

- Hm.
- Are you here with your partner?

No, I'm on my own.
I'm celebrating my divorce.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Don't be. I'm well rid.

- [Sabine chuckles]
- [phone rings]

Excuse me. [chuckles]

Oh!

Hello?

Avoid any contact with Wallis
and get out of there now.

Oh, hi, Nick!

Thank you so much.
Yes, I'll be there right away.

I must go.
Thank you for being so adorable.

It was good to meet you,
Arabella.

See you later, maybe?

- Hey.
- Hey!

Who was that?

A nice woman
who is staying here.

Oh.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

[phone vibrates]

Capitano Riva. Any news?

[grunts]

[panting]

[sighs] This one.

Come on.

The van was abandoned here,
next to the border with Tuscany

and the autostrada,

so Sylvia could be hundreds
of kilometres away by now.

Or she could be
just up the road.

Yes.
Which is why our officers

are searching
the immediate area.

Oh. OK, um...

I'm sorry, but was there
something else? You know?

Because I should
be getting back to Panicale.

I must ask you again, sir.

If there is a chance
that Sylvia's disappearance

has anything to do with
one of your business dealings,

tell me now.

So you can harass
my other clients?

I promise you,
there's nothing to tell.

What exactly is your business,
Signor Fox?

I'm an art historian.
I advise collectors and dealers.

As I was doing for Lee Hamilton
at Villa Rossa.

Where you went by the name
of Michael Priest.

Why was that?

I prefer to keep my private
and professional lives separate.

The laws in Italy
governing the sale of art

are very strict, you know.

Yes. I'm well aware of that.

Capitano Riva,
why are we wasting time

talking about my work,

when we should be
looking for my daughter?

"We?"

For Sylvia's sake,
I hope you're not trying

to conduct your own
investigation.

[laughs dismissively]

I'm an old man
in a foreign country.

What could I possibly do?

Serious damage,
if you try to play the hero.

What can you tell me
about Sylvia's life

before she moved to Italy?

She's told me very little.
You too, I imagine.

Our secret services
might be able to assist.

But they won't,
unless I have more information.

I'm afraid
I can't help you there.

Arrivederci.

[sighs]

[door closes]

[Isabel] So, how does someone
come back from the dead?

[Henry] With the right help
and enough money...

it's not that hard
to fake your own death.

Sabine said that
she'd never met his family.

They've only been together
for a few months.

Very convenient.

Please get in touch with Riva.
Please. Please.

This man is a k*ller,
and a soldier.

We can't fight him on our own.

It's the only way
we can fight him.

Conway is still at the hotel,

so Sylvia's not going
to be far away.

And if he and his girlfriend
are leaving tomorrow evening,

he has to make his final move

either tonight
or in the morning.

Why can't we call
the carabinieri

to keep him under surveillance?

And what then?

Look, supposing
Conway doesn't realise,

and leads them to Sylvia.

They'll go in mob-handed
with an armed response unit.

Now, they may get Conway,

but there's no guarantee
that Sylvia will come out alive.

So... [stifles a sob]

What are we going to do? [cries]

We'll get her back, Izzy.
We will.

[Sylvia grunts, sighs]

- [grunts]
- [thud]

[gasps]

Oh, no!

[sighs]

[Alice] Just take me instead.
I'll be more use than Mum.

Why do you think so?

Well, I'm younger.
I've got better eyesight,

I can run faster.

It's not quite
as simple as that.

OK. So what does it take
to be a good spy, then?

You're staying here.
I'll message you once an hour.

What am I supposed
to tell Matteo?

I don't know. I mean, he doesn't
get back till after midnight.

Just pretend you've gone to bed.

Just writing him a note

saying that I'm spending
the night at Sylvia's.

- He's gonna find that weird.
- [Isabel] Probably.

I'll explain in the morning.

And I bet you can't run faster.

[chuckles]

[car approaches]

[sighs]

Tracker's on. [sighs]

Conway and Sabine
are back in their room.

He told her he's going for
an early morning hike.

Make yourself comfortable.

It's going to be a long night.

[van door opens]

[Conway] See you later.
I love you.

[grunts] What's happening?

He's on the move.

Damn it.
He's gone back into the hotel.

I hope to God he hasn't seen us.

Right. I'm going
to go and have a closer look.

Are you there?

It's a bread van.

The driver's taking the bread
inside.

Oh, my God.

Conway's back.

He's stealing the van!

[tyres screech]

- [van starts]
- Henry!

Wha... [exhales]

[phone rings]

Hello?

- Matteo?
- [knocks]

- Matteo!
- [knocks]

- Alice.
- We need to go and get Mum!

- From Sylvia's house?
- No. No.

Hey, hey. Alice.
What the hell is going on?

Just get dressed
and then come with me.

I'll explain on the way, OK.
Just come on, now!

[Matteo] Come on!

Your whole family
is God damn crazy!

His plan was a good one.

So why didn't you tell me
about it?

Just get in.

[Isabel] Go! I'm tracking him.

[clanging]

[door creaks open]

Hey!

[Sylvia screams]

[yells]

[grunting]

- [g*n clicks]
- [Sylvia gasps]

[Conway]
You're not going anywhere.

f*ck!

[drone beeps, whirrs]

According to his CIA file,

Ryan Erikson was k*lled
in a car crash in Nigeria

three years ago.

But you already knew that.

I swear, I didn't!

I know you spooks
stick together.

But why are you still protecting
Richard Vaughan?

[Sylvia] Why not?

You're going to k*ll me anyway,
aren't you?

[Conway] You know I have to.

But not before you tell me
what Vaughan's real name is.

Where did you get that?

[Conway] From the jewellery box
in your sister's bedroom.

[Sylvia gasps, pants]

Isabel has nothing
to do with this!

Granted. She'll be dead
by the end of the day,

unless you tell me
Vaughan's real name.

You were right.

Richard Vaughan was MI6.

- His real name is Adam Haines.
- You're sure about that?

- Yes.
- And why should I believe you?

I used to be married to him.

[scoffs] Well, well, well...

Come on.

Where are we going?

I don't know anything
about the money, I swear.

Adam and I were divorced long
before I was posted to Matara.

And he used to lie to me
all the time.

Yeah, well, I'll be sure
to give him your regards

when we catch up.

[Conway grunts]

[Conway yells in pain]

- [g*nsh*t]
- [Sylvia yells]

- [g*nsh*t]
- [Sylvia yells, groans]

[Conway grunts]

- [Sylvia grunts]
- [Conway yells]

[pants]

[grunts]

[pants]

[grunts]

- [g*nshots]
- [Sylvia yells]

[g*nsh*t]

[panting]

He's dead.

[Sylvia exhales shakily]

- Are you OK?
- [cries]

It's all right.

Hey. You're OK. You're OK.

OK. OK.

[Sylvia wails]

[Matteo] Give me the g*n.

- No, you'd best not touch it.
- I have to...

if I'm going to say
I fired the shot.

[Henry scoffs]

I'm an Italian citizen in good
standing, with a clean record.

And you... Just give me the g*n.

Let him do it.

Thanks, Matteo,
but there's no need.

I'm just going to go.

Give me a ten-minute start,
then call the carabinieri.

Tell them you found Conway dead
and Sylvia in shock.

Sylvia will say I shot Conway
then took off.

I'll take this with me.

Thank you, Izzy.

- Thank you so much.
- Dad.

Take care, my darling.

You too.

[Henry] Alice.

I didn't answer your question,
about what makes a good spy.

What?

None of the things
that make a good human being.

Henry! Thank you.

- [Alice] Will he be OK?
- He'll be fine.

[van door closes, engine starts]

He knows how to disappear.

[Sylvia] Grazie, Matteo.
I think it will be fine.

OK. I'll be right there.

[police chatter in Italian]

You're sure you never
saw him before?

He was going to k*ll me.

Do you know his name?

Nick Wallis is the name
on his driver's licence.

Does it mean anything to you?

I don't believe you, Sylvia.
But I don't care,

because I'm just so glad
that you're safe.

Thanks.

[birdsong]

[dial tone]

The person you're calling
is not available.

Please leave a message
after the tone. [beep]

Hi, Adam.

A dead man tried to k*ll me.

He wanted to know what you did
with his ten million dollars.

I'd like to know, too.

[Giovanni] Sylvia?