01x01 - Eggs in Purgatory

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Now, here you are,
you asked for it.

I hope you enjoy. Buon appetito.

Alright.

Taxi for Mottram.

Hello, mate.

- Do you want to take that one?
- This way.

Careful, it's heavy, that one.

Thank you.

Thank you. Grazie.

- Oh.
- Nonna, ciao!

- Ciao.
- Oh, hello, Joe.

Er, I'll get someone to take
all your stuff to the apartment,

but you've got to come
and see Nonno, he's so...

- Where is he?
- In the kitchen, of course.

- How was your trip?
- It was good.

Are you tired? Are you hungry?

How are you?
Oh, well, I'm alright...

Gennaro?

- Nonno!
- Oh.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Ciao.

Angelica?

Angelica?

Dad, what the hell?

- Sorry.
- What do you want?

Um...

do you want to go to the beach?

With you?

Y...yeah.

Okay. Yeah.

- Dad?
- What?

Thought you'd prefer
communicating by text.

- Well, do you?
- Do I what?

- Fancy a drink?
- No. Thanks.

What about ice cream, then?

I'm not a kid, Dad.

Might hire a paddle-board.

Okay.

Right. See you in a bit.

Sorry. Piccolo italiano.

You have to get away!

Sorry. Sorry.

Bloody tourists.

- Angelica.
- Oh, hi, Dad.

I came back, you weren't there.

This is Daniele.

Don't go off like that, please.

This German guy was hassling me
and Daniele helped.

Thanks. I can take it from here.

Do you want to join us?

No, not really, mate.

Like I said,
I'll take it from here.

- Ciao, Angelica.
- Ciao.

- See ya.
- I actually can't believe you.

Thanks a bunch, Dad.

What?

Oh. Mhm. Here.

Mhm.

No, Gennaro, you're soaking!

- Hey.
- At his age.

- What?
- Ah. Uh.

Daria's made a seafood risotto.

I'm... I'm not really hungry.

- Angelica.
- I'm not.

Your grandparents are going to a
lot of trouble to have us here.

- May I be excused, please, Gran?
- Of course, my darling.

Thanks.

Aren't you going
to go after her?

- And do what?
- Find out what's wrong?

Talk to her.

She doesn't want to talk to me.

Your own daughter?

We don't really speak much.

Not even
when you sit down to eat?

- I can't cook.
- Ah.

Sofia, she loved all that.
It made her happy to...

You know.

Mhm.

- I use the microwave sometimes.
- Ah.

Have you ever heard
such a thing?

No cooking or eating together.
Mamma mia.

Tesoro? Elena?
What is it, please?

My love.

She's so like her mother.

Oh, they seem... broken.

- We all are.
- Will you try speaking to him?

See if you can get him
to open up.

- Elena, food is all I know.
- Then, start with that.

- But he knows nothing about it.
- Why don't you... teach him?

- Oh.
- Yeah, yeah.

Joe, will you say grace?

Er...

He's teasing you.

Godless heathen.

Buonissima.

Buon appetito.
Buon appetito.

Mhm. Amazing flavours.

Fennel and a pinch of saffron.

It tastes incredible.

- Hi.
- Ciao.

The boat is registered
to a local?

Matteo Capasso.

His wife says he went
night fishing,

hasn't come home.

So, he's our dead man?

The wife says not.

She's ID'd our victim
as this man.

- Nico Massi.
- And he's on the system?

Three years, ill*gal import
and handling stolen goods.

Ah. It's a bit of a step up
to cocaine.

Our missing guy, Capasso, he was
convicted of the same offences.

- So, smuggling buddies?
- They were sent down together.

I think you should speak
to the prosecutor.

I already have, Sir.

The prosecutor remembers the
families fighting outside court.

- So, bad blood between them?
- That's our working theory.

Okay. Now go home.
Get some sleep, yeah?

I'd like permission
to go back, Sir.

- Tonight?
- Our colleagues on the island...

Glorified parking attendants.

And Capasso is still out there.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Cheers.

You look so at home here.

I should hope so,
after 40 years.

- Didn't you like it?
- Er, the portion was enormous.

- Dessert?
- Honestly, I'm stuffed.

Oh, nonsense.

This one.

I'll get another spoon.
Keep you company.

Really, Elena, I'm fine.

I know something that might...
pass the time.

Recognise it?

First book she worked on.

That was
the summer after she met you.

Joe...

I know it's painful
to remember, but...

it somehow keeps her alive.

Morning.
Morning.

- Can't believe I slept so long.
- I'll make you something.

- Elena, I'm fine.
- Go through and sit down.

- I'm sorry.
- Sorry.

- Ah.
- Scusami, Joe.

- No clams today. No scallops.
- Do we have bottarga?

I will check.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Elena, can I...can I help?

- Gennaro?
- Eh, si?

Is this the best time, my love?

It's okay.
I can see I'm in the way.

Nonsense, nonsense,
you can help prep.

- Yes?
- Er... Luca.

- Si.
- Show Joe how we shell shrimp.

Yeah, sure. Come here, Joe.

So, first of all,
take off the head.

Then peel the shell...

Then you make a cut.

All along the back.

To clear out the gunk.

Where have you learnt
a word like that?

- Was in London for a while.
- Yeah?

Yeah. I did an acting course.

Let's save the chat for later.

- Want to try?
- Yeah.

Wakey, wakey, boss.

- We've got work to do.
- Yeah.

Yes.

I brought you a coffee.

- This had better be good.
- They found another body, boss.

Gianni.

Boss?

- Catch of the day, huh?
- Good God.

How long
has he been in the water?

A day, or two, they reckons.

It's definitely Capasso?

- Yes, Sir, beaten and drowned.
- Not an accident then, no?

That still doesn't rule him out

as a m*rder suspect
for Nico Massi.

No, but this might.

Ballistics report is in.

Where's my fritto misto?

One minute.

- Er, Gennaro?
- Not now, Joe.

- Elena sent me.
- What does she want?

Table six changed their mind,
they want linguine, not pork.

Did you
hear that, Luca?

Yes. Linguine, not pork.

Want me to take
something from here?

Sorry. Luca. Luca Da Vinale?

You're speaking to him.

I'm arresting you

for the m*rder of Nico Massi.

- What?
- I have a full restaurant!

Law doesn't stop for lunch.

Wait, can we see your badge?

Happy? Now back off,
or I'll arrest you too.

This is a mistake.

It's a mistake.

Madre santissima!

They wouldn't give him bail?

Because of his criminal record.

He has a previous conviction
for smuggling.

But designer handbags,
never drugs.

You knew about this
when you hired him?

He's my brother's son.

Has he said anything else?

Only that he barely
knows Nico Massi and...

the other guy not at all.

- The other guy?
- Matteo Capasso.

Bianca, his wife,
I know her mother.

Oh.

Bianca.

I...I'm so sorry.

They say
I mustn't talk to anyone.

- See you back at the restaurant.
- Okay.

Inspector.

Inspector.

Inspector.

You again.

I'm with the Met.

Luca's uncle,
he's my father-in-law.

- I'm visiting for a few weeks.
- What do you want?

This is pretty awkward
for me, but...

- I'd like to try and help.
- We don't need help.

No, not... not you. Not...

Them.

Is there anything
you can tell me?

You know, as a favour.
I can make an official request.

We took a nickel-plated b*llet
out of Nico Massi's skull

dating back to the 1940s.

It's almost certain it has been
fired from a Beretta M1935.

The only one on the island
is registered

to your father-in-law's nephew.

Have you recovered the weapon?

Not yet. But, there is CCTV.

Matteo Capasso,
on his boat, at 9:51.

Twenty minutes later,
another boat follows,

belonging to Luca Da Vinale.

So, you fancy Luca
for both killings?

- What's his motive?
- It's obvious.

He's a convicted smuggler,
just like the two victims.

These men, they fight
like dogs over a bone.

You said the cocaine
was left on the boat?

Maybe he got scared,

of the bigger dogs
who control them.

But why use a registered g*n?

That's enough.

Just one more thing.

Can I see him?

We're transferring him
to Naples.

Please.

He needs to eat.

Mhm.

What about the CCTV footage?

I keep the keys
under the seat in the boat.

- Could be anyone driving it.
- Where were you?

I was at the apartment.
Gennaro gave me the evening off.

- Can he vouch for you?
- No. I went to bed early.

They say your phone
was switched off from 9 p.m.

until 4:30 a.m. the next day.

- Why would you turn it off?
- Forget about the f*cking phone!

I'm sorry, Joe.

I'm sorry, but please,

go to the apartment, get my g*n,

and prove to them
it hasn't been fired.

How come you own one?

It was my grandfather's.

Why register it?

It was used as a prop in a play
I acted in,

in the spring.

I thought
I was doing the right thing.

No g*n. Just these b*ll*ts.

He was keeping them
in the house?

There's more, I'm afraid.

This suggests
a connection to Matteo Capasso.

But he denied knowing him.

Go on, Daria, tell them.

Luca and me, we've...

He's...

He's been buying
marijuana for her.

It's for my sister,
she has cancer.

You said
he wasn't involved in drugs.

- He does it for me, as a favour.
- Why are you telling us this?

While I was working
on the night of the murders,

Carolina called me,
she was in pain.

And, um...

During her break,
she went to his room,

it was some time after ten.

He wasn't there.

How do you know?

Sometimes Luca leaves
a stash in his drawer.

I let myself in.

- Ciao.
- Ciao.

Oh, can I have a coffee?

- Of course, my darling.
- Thank you.

- You look nice.
- Oh, thanks.

- You off somewhere?
- Yeah, I'm meeting someone.

That boy, actually,
from the other day.

Right.

We're going to the beach after

he shows me the Grand Hotel,

you know, where all the stars
stayed in the 50s.

Ah. Well, I didn't know
you were into all that.

Well, Mum was, so...

You remember?

- How you getting there?
- I thought

you could hire me a scooter.

- Er, no.
- Just for the day.

- You don't know how to ride one.
- Daniele says he'd teach me.

That meant to be reassuring?

Why don't you come with me?

I can't. I've got stuff to do.

- But we're on holiday.
- I...I can't, I'm sorry.

Work always
comes first with you.

Daria says
you weren't in your room,

and the g*n isn't either.

You need to start
talking the truth.

Okay.

I was in the boat.

With a friend.

- Doing what?
- What do you think?

- Smuggling?
- No drugs.

On my life.

Will this friend
give you an alibi?

No, Joe. I won't ask.

How well do you know her?

We acted together.

Romeo and Juliet.

- Go on.
- Matteo, her husband, he was...

He was jealous.

- Violent.
- She told you that?

A friend told him
Bianca was sleeping

with someone in the production.

Pointed the finger at me.

We had...

How do you say it?

An altercation.

You had a fight
with Matteo Capasso?

Yes.

But I never slept with Bianca.

Oh, thank you.

- How old are you anyway?
- Old enough to drink beer.

Seriously, how old?

Seventeen.

No wonder
your father's protective.

He's a policeman,
he can't help it.

To dads, and escaping them.

And what about your mum?

She's... she's dead.

She was hit by a car.

Last year.

I'm so sorry.

She loved all of this kind
of stuff, you know?

The movie stars,
the 50s, the fashion.

sh*t happens, right?

Are you here for a while?

I will show you
where they hung out.

Okay.

Sorry I'm late.
I missed the ferry.

Non importa.

How did it go without Luca?

Eh.

- Can you find someone else?
- In peak season?

I'll cook you something? Hm?

- There's no need.
- Yeah.

To take my mind
off things. Yeah?

Olive oil.

Onions.

And garlic.

And now, passata di pomodoro.

Now we make some space
for the star of the show.

One,

and two.

Parmigiano.

Bit of chilli.

Pepper.

And a couple of leaves of...

basilico, basil. Huh?

I think...

we are done.

Uova in purgatorio.

Oh, my God!

- Oh, my God.
- What?

- Yeah, that's amazing.
- I told you.

I didn't say it wasn't.
It's amazing.

Can I eat it?

The art of a great recipe

is to make the familiar
seem exceptional.

If you combine an egg
with other flavours,

you give it time
to reveal itself

- as the real object of desire.
- Still the star of the show.

You could be the next time
if I teach you how to cook this?

- Me make this?
- Eh.

Maybe this isn't
such a good idea.

We're doing this for Luca.

You poor girl,
what an awful thing, I...

I wanted you to know
how sorry I am.

- You shouldn't be here.
- Please, Bianca, it's important.

- I told you, I can't talk.
- Luca told us about the play.

He told us about your husband.

He's adamant
Matteo got the wrong man.

Then he's a liar.

On my life, Joe,
we were just friends.

When did you last see the g*n?

After the last performance
I replaced it where I told you.

- Anyone see you put it back?
- I don't know.

I had a wrap party,
at the apartment.

Maybe the props guy, Dante.

He returned the g*n to me.
Maybe someone saw us.

- Who else was there?
- I don't know, Joe.

It was a party,
I don't remember much.

But Dante shot a video,
if that helps.

Dante?

Who's asking?

- This is British.
- I've been seconded.

Can I have a word?

Sure.

Like I said,
I don't know where it is.

Could you have lent it
to someone?

Maybe. I don't remember.

What about this?

This is the play, not the party.

- Mind if I borrow it?
- Sure. Be my guest.

Did mum wear these?

Oh, yes.
Oh, they match your top.

Oh, my goodness.
Mum looks so young in these.

She's literally my age.

Oh. Now, what about this?

Wow.

She got it for her Confirmation.

- But I don't go to church.
- Well, neither did she.

We can find a...
a nice photo, put it inside.

- Mhm?
- Yeah.

Thanks, Grandma.

Angelica, didn't you study
Romeo and Juliet?

Yeah. Don't remind me.

Is Lady Capulet a major role?

I don't think so.


Why does the camera
keep focusing on her

like she's the star of the show?

Weird.

The star of the show.

The real object of desire.

I need two minutes.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, stop!
Stop! Stop!

- Let me speak to her.
- Do I have to arrest you?

She was having an affair.
Her husband found out.

Okay, that's enough.
Just leave.

The guy's called Dante.
My mother-in-law insists

he's a childhood friend
of Nico Massi.

Wait a second, Dante who?

Patalano. Dante Patalano.

Dante Patalano
was the last person

Nico Massi texted.

Dante! State police!

You're just an observer.
Understand?

Understood.

Merda. Boss!

What is it?

What if Matteo was right
about his wife's affair?

- We've got the wrong man.
- You'll need more

than bad camera work
to prove it.

Boss?

Whatever.
He's lucky to be alive.

- Drugs money?
- Or a bribe?

To carry out a k*lling?

Alright. What's your theory?

Bianca wants her husband,
Matteo, out of the way,

so she can go
back to her old life.

Her lover, Dante,

knows there's bad blood between
his friend Nico and Matteo.

Except it can't
have been that bad.

Nico and Matteo
were smuggling together.

Hear me out. Okay,
so Dante offers to pay Nico

to k*ll Matteo
on his and Bianca's behalf.

Why not
k*ll Matteo himself?

To make us think
the deaths are drug-related.

The next time
they go smuggling at night,

Nico arranges for Matteo to pick
him up away from the marina,

so he won't be seen on the CCTV.

And he batters him.
Drowns him at sea.

When Nico goes
to claim his money,

Dante shoots him dead.

- Keeps it.
- Bianca comes here to celebrate.

They drink, smoke a joint.

But she's here

to silence the only witness

and try to recover the cash.

She didn't want to be
with any of them.

BOSS, OVER THE PHONE:
We have some intel back.

Someone booked
a ticket a week ago

in her husband's name,

using his credit card.

- I think I've got eyes on her.
- Has she seen you?

Joe? Has she seen you?

- I did that when...
- Angelica.

Dad, you've met Daniele.

- Er, you need to come with me.
- What? No.

No time to argue.
I'm arresting someone.

What have they done?

This person's m*rder*d two men.
Lara, where are you?

Far end of the marina.

- Beige coat, head scarf.
- I'll come round the other way.

Come on.

Watch this step.

Bianca!

Shh. Listen.

That way.

Bianca!

Which way did she go?
Which way?

Grazie!

Bianca?

Bianca!

Bianca!
Bianca, stop!

Bianca, stop!

Dad! Dad!

- Dad!
- Bianca!

Bianca Capasso,
you're under arrest.

- Thanks.
- No problem.

You okay?

If I can chase a m*rder*r,

I can definitely
drive a scooter.

- I'll think about it.
- Okay.

She's claiming
Dante acted alone.

We've seen her account
and phone records.

We can place her at his flat
shortly before we found him,

and link him to the money.

- What about motive?
- She's got a new agent,

updated her profile
on an actor's website.

Sounds pretty circumstantial.

It proves
Bianca was making plans

for the life she wanted once
her husband was out of the way.

Is that enough for a prosecutor?

With Dante's testimony?

For sure.

He'll give evidence against her
now that he's woken up?

- She pushed him off a balcony.
- He'll be incriminating himself.

His prints are on the g*n

and the box
where Luca had hidden it.

What about the cocaine?

Nico worked for
a local drugs g*ng.

Bianca and Dante just
wanted them both dead.

They had no interest in it.

Luca!

Right, er...

Grazie, Inspector.

Lovely to see you!

Thank you, Joe. Really, thanks.

You're welcome.

Grazie.

I hope you're hungry.

I'll be the size of a house

after two months
of Nonno's cooking.

Er, your granddad
didn't make this.

I did.

Okay.

Mhm.

- Pretty peng, Dad.
- Yeah?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

- Mhm.
- Mhm.

Found it?

Mum looks so young.

That was first book
she worked on.

- Was it?
- Mhm.

Come on, you,
before this gets cold.

Oh-h*.

Uova in purgatorio.

Bravo.

Grazie.

Oh.

How did the food taste?

- Eh...
- Well, it's a start.

Mhm.

{\an8}A tourist just died.

What do you need me for?

She's British.

Suicide?

More likely an accident.

The girl's father,
he's flying in today.

- Two conditions, at all times.
- Yes.

You don't ride on the mainland.

Girl Cupid, it's an app.

You're engaged and you have
a dating app on your phone?

Why not? Shannon did.

She invented the damn thing,
after all,

b*stard, you've got
blood on your hands!

Stop!

Well I told her
to make him sign a prenup.

Serious money.
Twenty million on completion.

Am I making a mistake?

You have to trust Angelica.

He's a policeman. They don't
want anyone to have fun.

Angelica!

Was Shannon a nervous passenger?

She had a bad smash,
broke 31 bones.

Is that why
she was taking fentanyl?

It was the only thing that
seemed to help with the pain.

Where have you got these?
Is it him? Is it that lad?

- No!
- I'm your dad.

I'm trying to protect you.

Wish it was you that was dead.