03x03 - No Escape

[bunniefuu]

[serene music]

Thank you, Isabel,
for a fantastic trip.

I had no idea there were fifty-three
different museums in Florence.

Seventy-two, actually,

but we'll save the rest
for another time.

- When my blisters have healed!
- [Isabel laughs]

Oh! Don't forget your Cantucci!

Giovanni's coming over later,
isn't he?

Ah.

A love token from Florence.

Things must be getting serious.

They're just biscuits, Isabel.

Are they, though, really?

[she laughs softly]

[Isabel's car drives away]

[ominous music]

[Giovanni] I thought I left a
shirt here but I can't find it.

[Sylvia] You look great
as you are.

Hmm. What was your favourite
thing in Firenze?

Well, don't tell Isabel but...

I think it was the rose garden.

Oh. The one below
Piazzale Michelangelo?

- That's right.
- Oh, yeah.

- You remembered.
- [she chuckles]

You gave me the address
of the bakery, twice.

[he laughs]

So, what have you been up to?

- Apart from missing you?
- [she chuckles]

Oh.

We have a big new case.

A m*rder yesterday in Perugia.

At the gelateria,
if you can believe that.

Who was k*lled?

The owner.

A young woman, Raffaella Tasso.

Oh, God.

Do you know it?

I've been there a few times.

Sorry, your glass is empty.

[sombre music]

Mm.

I'm going to be busy
this week but, um...

I should be able to take a few
hours off over the weekend, so.

OK.

It'll take me a few days
to recover from Florence.

Oh. Hmm...

Leave all this.

I can do it in the morning.

OK?

Actually, um...

would you mind
not staying tonight?

I really am exhausted.

Sleep well. Speak tomorrow.

And you.

[poignant music]

Death of Raffaella Tasso
at Gelateria dei Castellani

[gentle piano music]

[phone bleeping and buzzing]

Hello?

- [distorted voice, crackling]
- Hello?

[distorted voice, line crackles]

[theme music]

Ciao,
Sylvia!

Capitano said to expect you.

Ah.

You can take a look around
if you want.

But then you have to talk to us.

- OK.
- At the station.

Seriously?

You knew the victim, didn't you?

That's Raffaella Tasso.

Actually, we don't think
that was her name.

My God!

- Who did this?
- We don't know yet.

But there were
at least two of them.

And there were lots of
fifty dollar bills

on the floor behind the counter.

Right.

[Barzini] You don't think it's
strange that a little gelateria

accepts payment in dollars?

I suppose so.

Grazie.

How much did you know about
Raffaella Tasso's personal life?

Almost nothing.

I didn't even know
where she lived.

Luce!

Open the door.

Come with me.

Here we are.

Looks like she lived alone.

It feels more like a holiday
rental than a home.

Except for this.

[Barzini] Do you recognise it?

It's the Imperial Palace
at Massawa, in Eritrea.

[camera phone clicks]

[intriguing music]

The painting looks like
an original.

It's the only piece of
decoration in the apartment,

so it must have been
very important to her.

Yes.

Luce,
vieni!

Bag up the painting
and take it to the station.

[door bangs]

Why didn't you tell me last
night that you knew the victim?

I'm sorry.

It was a shock.

The whole city's in shock.

I've had everyone from the mayor

to the regional governor
on the phone.

They all want to know
if we've caught the k*ller yet.

Do you have any leads?

So far, only you.

[door bangs]

How long have you known
Raffaella Tasso?

Since I first came to Italy.

And what was the nature of
your connection with her?

We know that Signora Tasso sold
more than ice cream, Sylvia.

We've been in her basement.

We had to blow the door off.

Raffaella was extremely
good at finding out things.

Who first told you about her?

Ercole Guerra.

A former Intelligence agent.

Now in prison for m*rder.

Did you ever pay Signora Tasso

for anything besides
information?

Some tracking software.

Legal?

I didn't ask.

Nothing else?

No.

We found g*ns, blank passports
and a large amount of cash

in different currencies
on the premises.

Nothing about Raffaella
would surprise me.

You said that Raffaella Tasso
wasn't her real name.

Do you have any idea
who she actually was?

No. Our tech people are
trying to access her phone

and hard drives,
but it's going to take time.

I imagine it will.

Do you have any theories
about the k*lling?

I wish I did.

[ominous music]

Leave this to us, Sylvia.

You're too emotionally involved.

I wouldn't know where to start.

Normally I'd go
straight to Raffaella.

I've made an appointment to see
that plot of land by the lake.

Eleven next Saturday morning.

Will you come with me?

If I can.

[he sighs]

[gentle music]

[intriguing music]

Captain!

Hello, Zita.

It's been a while since
we've seen each other.

Where do you want to go?

That depends on how much
you have to tell me.

Hmm.

You've heard about
the gelateria sh**ting?

Poor woman.

What do you know about her?

She made great gelato.

Come on, Zita.

You know everything
about everyone.

She was a hacker.

That woman could
do magic in the clouds...

or however the hell
that stuff works.

You can make a lot of money...

doing what she did.

And you can hide it, too.

And who might want
to hide money?

It's hard to say.

- [beeping horn]
- Hey!

Did you hear that...

Dino Zanata got out of prison
recently?

I did.

Is he back to his old tricks?

No. Now he runs a couple
of money-changing places.

Are you saying Raffaella Tasso
worked for him?

No.

I'm saying she
definitely didn't.

But he wanted her to?

Wouldn't you...

if you were him?

Twenty-three euros, please.

Keep the change.

- Mmm.
- Hm.

Captain.

What's this?

Pecorino Umbro.

The best.
My brother makes it.

I don't think your lady friend
feeds you well enough.

Like you said, I know
everything about everyone.

It's beautiful.

I've tried using imaging
software to identify it,

but no luck.

Well, it's probably
quite an obscure artist.

It's an unusual technique,

but... I feel like
I've seen it before.

The building is in Eritrea.

- Oh, you've been there?
- Years ago.

After it was damaged in the w*r.

But I guess the artist
could be from anywhere.

Why are you so interested
in this painting?

It belonged to a friend.

"Belonged"?

- She's dead now.
- Oh.

I'm sorry.

[Isabel] When did you say
the building was damaged?

- 1990.
- Mm, damn.

I was thinking
Ermias Ekube, but he's...

No, he's a bit too young.

And the style's not
really that similar.

Abraham Tesfay.

Who's he?

Eritrean painter and ceramicist.

Second half of
the twentieth century.

There was an exhibition
of his a few years ago.

I'm sure...

I bought a catalogue.

Yes!

[she laughs]

Got it.

It could be, couldn't it?

Definitely.

Is Abraham Tesfay still alive?

Oh, I doubt it. Um... No.

He died in 1988.

Where was the exhibition?

Uh, Galleria Daniel Tesfay.

Via Erminia, Rome.

May I borrow that?

Oh... Yeah. Sure.

Do you want me to come
with you to the gallery?

Thanks, but this is something
I have to do alone.

No problem.

Oh, I got one of Dad's
mysterious postcards yesterday.

A view of the Pyramids.

Yeah, I got one from Japan
a few weeks ago.

Probably means
he's in Greenland.

[they laugh]

Bye. Thanks.

[phone beeps and buzzes]

[intriguing music]

[edgy music]

[suspenseful music]

Do you know this painting?

Yes, this is one of my
grandfather's paintings.

Do you know its whereabouts?

Why are you asking?

May I show you another picture?

OK.

You know her?

That's my sister.

I'm afraid I've got
some bad news.

[poignant music]

I saw Hanna last month.

We went home to Bologna
for our mother's birthday.

Oh God, my parents!

I'll have to tell them that...

that Hanna's dead.

Did you ever visit
your sister in Perugia...

meet any of her friends?

Whenever I tried,
she'd find an excuse.

Hanna said she was
working on her doctorate.

What was she really doing?

Running a gelateria.

A very good one.

None of this makes sense.
Hanna was smart.

- Yes.
- I mean, she was really smart.

She studied computer science
at university.

Graduated with the highest score
ever recorded.

Who are you?

And why are you here?

Shouldn't the carabinieri
be telling me all this?

I'm a friend.

Hanna was living under
a different name.

The carabinieri don't know
her real identity yet.

But she told you?

No.

I worked it out.

I'll have to tell them,
of course.

But there are some things that
you should probably know

before they talk to you.

Raffaella Tasso's real name
was Hanna Tesfay.

How did you find out?

The painting in her apartment.

The artist was her grandfather.

I see.

Her brother runs
a gallery in Rome.

The parents are teachers
in Bologna.

Have you spoken to them?

Only to the brother.

I had to tell him
Raffaella was dead.

You should have
left that to us, Sylvia.

Oh, I couldn't.

I'll text you the details.

Thank you.

Do you want to come over later?

I don't think I'll be able
to get away.

OK.

Barzini.

We have a name.

Hanna Tesfay.

Excellent, Captain.

How are you getting on?

I may have found something.

I thought there was
no CCTV footage?

Of the gelateria, no.

But I found one in Via Enrica.

It gives a pretty good view
down Via dei Castellani.

And just like you said...

Dino Zanta.

Looks like it.

This is less than twelve hours
before the m*rder.

The same two men were also there
three days earlier.

They'll say they like gelato.

At eight in the morning?

What are they, toddlers?

Good work, Barzini.

We need to pay a visit
to Signor Zanata.

[gentle music]

[phone bleeping]

[crackling line]

Henry?

Henry, is that you?

- Dad?
- [line crackles and cuts out]

[phone blips]

[suspenseful music]

[magazine clicks]

[tense music]

[dramatic music]

Adam?

[he gasps]

Adam, it's me.

[Adam panting]

Oh... Sylvia.

[Adam gasping]

What happened?

Got on the wrong end
of someone's g*n.

[he gasps]

And they're still
looking for me.

How long have you been here?

I'm not sure.

[he shivers]

Stay awake, Adam.

You're burning up.

You need to go to hospital.

No! No!

Not safe.

[line ringing]

[Matteo]
Hi, Sylvia.

Where are you?

I need your help. It's urgent.

What do you need me to do?

Take the road to Gioveto,

past the little church.

Follow the track
to the farm at the end.

Are you hurt?

No, I'm OK,
but bring your bag with you.

And don't tell anyone
where you're going.

Especially not Isabel.

[tense music]

- [Giovanni] Salve.
- [woman] Buonasera.

Signor Zanata, please.

[keypad beeping]

[she speaks Italian]

Captain Riva...

what can I do for you?

You're going on holiday...

you want a special deal
on your spending money?

Signor Zanata.

Tell me about your dealings
with Raffaella Tasso.

The poor young woman
who was k*lled a few days ago.

Yes.

At the Gelateria dei Castellani.

I took my grandchildren
there once or twice...

but I don't remember
who served us.

You and another man...

went to the gelateria
three days before...

then again twelve hours
before Signora Tasso's m*rder.

Why was that?

I think you must be mistaken,
Signora.

We have CCTV evidence.

Of me?

Entering the gelateria?

On the street.

Sometimes,
I use Via dei Castellani...

as a shortcut.

That was a mistake, Barzini.

Zanata was lying!

Of course he was!

But you lost your temper.

And now Zanata knows we
have nothing conclusive on him.

I'm sorry, Captain.

[Matteo] The wound is bad.

And he's lost a lot of blood.

I'm calling an ambulance.

He can't go to hospital.

The people who shot him
are still looking for him.

Then we call the carabinieri.

Not until I know more.

Please, Matteo,
will you help him?

I can't treat him properly
without running water.

It's not safe to go to my house,
or yours.

Che so',
Sylvia.

My cousin has
a place in the woods.

- It's very private.
- How far?

Maybe ten kilometres.
I'll take Adam there.

You go and buy food,
towels, bandages,

and maybe some clean clothes.

So what shall we do now?

You think Zanata
k*lled Raffaela Tasso?

It's possible...

though I doubt
he was there in person.

Why would he k*ll her...

just because she refused
to work for him?

As a warning to others...

or because he'd already
given too much away.

But it's more likely
he sent someone...

to frighten her...

and it went wrong.

What do we do now?

Identify the man who was
with Zanata in the CCTV,

and lean on him on him.

Hard.

But first, we go to Bologna...

to see Hanna Tesfay's parents.

Ciao.

I've cleaned the wound
and stitched it,

and the antibiotics
will start to work soon.

Thank you, Matteo.

You should stay here tonight
and keep an eye on him.

OK.

You know I will be
in serious trouble

if anyone finds out about this?

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have
asked you but...

I couldn't just let Adam die.

I don't like it, Sylvia,
any of it.

Isn't there someone
you can call?

I need to figure out what's
happened before I do that.

- Here, new shirt.
- Oh...

It looks exactly like this one,
but cleaner.

That's why I chose it.

Thanks.

[gentle music]

[he groans softly]

[Adam softly] Oh, my God.

I f... feel like I've been
dropped from a great height.

Um...

Where are we?

A safe house, of sorts.

It belongs to Matteo's family.

Oh... Nice fella.

A marked improvement
on her first husband.

Yes.

- Are you hungry?
- Yeah.

When was the last time
you ate anything?

Uh... I can't remember.

Mm.

Now talk.

What are you doing here
and who shot you?

Ah, well...

I've been in Kosovo
for the past year,

running an undercover operation.

What sort of operation?

Infiltrating an Albanian g*ng
trafficking people

and narcotics into the UK.

It was all going rather well,
until, um...

I got... [groans]

blown.

You came all the way
from Kosovo in that state?

I was alright when I left.

Got on a boat to Brindisi,
carried on up the coast.

Then it all went t*ts up
somewhere around Pescara.

The Albanians caught up with me.

Wait.

Was that the first time
you tried to call me?

Yeah, and you didn't pick up.

Don't worry, I managed to find
my own way to Panicale.

You broke into my house?

Yeah, what else
was I meant to do?

You didn't leave a key
under the mat.

Did you take Giovanni's shirt?

I might have done.
I needed some clean clothes.

I suppose you were spending
the night over at his place?

I was with Isabel in Florence,
learning about Renaissance art.

Not that it's any
of your business.

[he groans]

Anyway... Mmm.

I couldn't risk
staying there any longer,

and been hiding out ever since.

Lost my papers

and most of my cash
somewhere along the way.

Why didn't you contact the
Service when you reached Italy?

They would have got you out.

It's not that simple right now.

There's a power struggle
going on over at Vauxhall Cross.

And your side's losing?

But that wouldn't have mattered.

Yeah. Um...

Except they recalled me
a month ago,

but I wanted to stay on
and finish the job.

You stayed without clearance?

You're crazy.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Well, I called you, months ago.

Left messages.

Yeah, well, I... told you.

I've been undercover
for the last year.

Why, were you...

in some sort of trouble?

You could say that.

Graham Conway
came looking for me.

I thought he died
in a prison in Matara.

That's what we were all
meant to think.

Oh, my God! Sylvia.

[groans]

I am so sorry.

What happened?

He kept me c*ptive for two days
before trying to k*ll me.

Then my father shot him dead.

Your father?

The point is, Conway
was really looking for you.

And now I need you
to tell me the truth.

Um... About what?

The money from the smuggling
racket you and he had going.

What happened to it?

It went straight into
the "Ways and Means" fund

over at Vauxhall Cross,
of course. You know that.

Ah! f*ck!

[groans]

I going to need
some more painkillers.

[Adam] What's the book?

A guide to preparing game meat,
in Italian.

I'm guessing Matteo's cousin
isn't much of a reader.

Are you staying the night?

Matteo said I should.

Well, you're not sleeping
in that chair.

Come lie down.

I'm OK.

[he sighs]

You're safe enough.

Ow!

Ah!

You know, Sylvia, I really am
telling the truth about Matara.

[gentle music]

Ow!

Do you remember when we stayed
in that hotel by the Bosphorus

and they forgot our...
our booking?

They said they were full,

but they let us sleep
in the linen cupboard.

- [they laugh]
- Oh!

Ow!

It wasn't the hotel's fault,
was it?

You forgot to book.

Damn.

Thought I'd got away
with that one.

[intriguing music]

You're not leaving?

I must, Adam.

I've got things to do.

And you're safe here, for now.

There's food in the kitchen.

I'll be back this afternoon.

What am I meant to do till then?

Rest, drink plenty of water
and think healing thoughts.

[ominous music]

[knocking on door]

Matteo told you, didn't he?

Your obsessive secrecy
is bad enough!

Don't ask my husband
to deceive me too!

Nobody was trying
to deceive you.

I just thought it was better
you didn't know.

Only because I'm
the only one to tell you

what a f*cking idiot
you're being!

Adam is toxic, Sylvia!

Don't you remember?

How he landed you in it
with that Russian boy!

I know, but this time
he really needs my help.

This time, next time,
every time!

Where... where was he when
you were trying to escape

from that lunatic and
you needed him?

If Richard came to you,

injured and on the run
from dangerous people,

would you turn him away?

Yeah, you bet I would.

I might offer him
a stiff drink first,

but then I would hand him
over to the police.

Which is what you should do.

Well, that's not
an option right now.

When you talked about
wanting to settle down

and start a new life,
I believed you.

[she laughs]
More fool me!

- What do you mean?
- You've got everything,

everything
a normal person could possibly want,

and you... you keep
trying to throw it away.

You're just like Dad.

You're addicted to drama.

That's not true!

Ever since you came here
and started interfering,

it's been one bloody crisis
after the next one.

I am sick of it!

Which particular crisis
do you mean?

The one where
I stopped your daughter

running away with a criminal?

Are you sick of me "interfering"

trying to help your
mother-in-law and your friends,

and your... cleaner?!

Oh! Oh, now
it's my fault, is it?!

I didn't say that!

[Isabel] Oh, God!

[Sylvia sighs]

Adam saved my life once,
you know.

I owe him.

And what's Giovanni going to say
when he finds out?

It's got nothing to do with him.

Anyway, he's not
going to find out.

Don't ever put Matteo's life
in danger again, Sylvia.

And... And don't ask him
to keep a secret.

He's a terrible liar.

[door slams]

[she sighs]

[gentle music]

[gentle music]

[line ringing]

[automated female voice
speaks Italian on voicemail]

- [voicemail beeps]
- [Sylvia] Adam, it's me.

I'm on my way to you now.

[ominous music]

[car accelerates]

[tyres squealing]

[tyres squealing]

[tense music]

[tyres squealing]

[horn honking]

[car accelerating]

[tyres squealing]

[line ringing]

[line ringing]

Adam, Adam, please pick up!

[automated female voice
speaks Italian on voicemail]

[voicemail beeps]

There's a van following me.
I've shaken it off.

I'm going to ditch the car
and you need to get out now.

I'll send co-ordinates. Go there
and wait. I'll find you.

[tense music]

Ah!

- Commandi, Capitano.
- Grazie.

[Barzini sighs]

[door bangs]

Paolo Triola.

That's me.

You work for Dino Zanata?

Yes.

In what capacity?

I drive him places. Run errands.

Beat people up?

No.

You go straight
to sh**ting them?

No.

You were carrying
an unregistered weapon.

And that's a crime.

I was going to the sh**ting
range. It's my hobby.

Show us your membership card.

I forgot it.

Signor Triola.

You will be prosecuted for
possession of the weapon...

but if you co-operate with us...

you might escape
a custodial sentence.

Tell us what happened
at the gelateria.

I didn't k*ll that woman.

But you did visit the gelateria
on the day of her death?

Yes.

In the company of your boss...

Dino Zanata.

Yes.

For what purpose?

If you say you wanted ice cream,
you're definitely going to jail.

Dino wanted her to work for him.

She was good with computers.

What did Signora Tasso say?

She said no.

So you threatened her?

Not me, Dino.

Listen.

After we left...

he told me to go back at night
and smash her windows.

And?

I went but it must have been
right after the sh**ting.

The carabinieri were there.

I couldn't even get
into the street.

Nice wheels.

Feel free to wait for a Ferrari
to come to your rescue.

[he grunts]

[door opens]

Triola.

Men who threaten women...

belong in jail.

If the judge doesn't
send you there...

do yourself a favour...

and find another job.

Maybe I should...

join the carabinieri?

Tell Signor Zanata
I'll be watching him.

[door slams]

Ballistics have confirmed
the b*ll*ts at the gelateria...

came from two different weapons.

Neither is a match
for Triola's g*n.

Sounds like he was
telling the truth then.

What are you going
to do, Captain?

Bring Zanata in?

Threats, incitement to violence?

No point.

Triola would make
a terrible witness.

I'll tip off
the Guardia di Finanza.

They should know Zanata is
in the market for a tech expert.

Closed until 1st April

[Sylvia] This place
is closed for the season,

so it should be safe,

but keep your head down
just in case.

[tense music]

Right, you need to tell me
what's going on.

Well, I'm not
entirely sure myself.

How would a bunch of
Albanian gangsters

know that tailing me
would lead them to you?

Well... maybe they were
nothing to do with me.

Who have you been
annoying lately?

[he sighs]

Right, so not all the trouble in
Kosovo came from the Albanians.

The Serbs took against me too.

- When you say the Serbs...
- Their Secret Service.

[sighs] This is too big for me.

I'm calling it in
to Vauxhall Cross.

No! No! No, no, no.

No, Vauxhall Cross are the ones
who put the Serbs onto me.

My enemies there, anyway.

I suppose there's
a chance that the...

they could have directed
them towards you.

You think your colleagues told
the Serbian Secret Service

to find you by following me?

It's possible.

That or they put
the Albanians on to you.

Are you sure you're not
being paranoid?

Maybe. Yeah, maybe.

But, you know, if I am right...

if I am right, then, um...

well, then you're at risk too.

I'm sorry, but you see now

why I couldn't ask for help
from the Service.

So you came to me!

You saved my life.

You don't have to do any more.

Just... Just say the word
and I'll... I'll go.

Supper and breakfast.

I'll be back in the morning.

What? You're just going to
leave me here alone till then?

Yes. I'd stay put and lie low.

Hello, Sylvia.

Who are you?

Miriam Cavendish, Rome office.

I'm an old friend
of your father.

Has something happened to Henry?

Things are always
happening to Henry,

but I don't know of anything
at the moment.

I haven't heard from him

since your adventure
with Graham Conway.

I didn't realise the Service
knew about that.

They don't.

Just me.

Have you had any contact
with Adam Haines recently?

No. Why?

What's he been up to,
or shouldn't I ask?

He was operating
in Kosovo and Albania,

but he's gone AWOL.

Is he in danger?

Yes, possibly.

Some very unpleasant
people are after him.

Who, in particular?

That's not your problem.

Have you noticed anything
unusual in the last week or so?

No.

Though I haven't been here
the whole time.

Florence, with my sister.

Lovely!

Well, I must go.

You will let us know
if you hear from Adam?

Of course.

Good.

Because he needs to come
in, Sylvia, whatever he's done.

What has he done?

A spot of freelancing, we think.

In Kosovo and elsewhere.

So this isn't just
about Adam's safety?

[she laughs]

Nothing is ever "just" about
anything, dear. You know that.

Oh, gorgeous place, by the way.

I envy you.

Anyone who helps Adam stay out
isn't doing him any favours.

[intriguing music]

Ciao!

[moped revving]

[knocking on door]

[tense music]

- Hello.
- Hey.

I wasn't expecting you.

Is it a bad time?

Of course not. Come in.

Glass of wine?

Sure.

Is everything OK?

You haven't been
in touch for a while.

You said you were
going to be busy.

I have been.

You're not going to ask
about the investigation?

What have you found out?

Forensics have identified

a second blood type
at the gelateria.

The k*ller's?

We don't think so.

These bloodstains were
at the back of the shop.

It looks like there was someone
else with Signora Tasso

who managed to escape.

Sylvia?

Is the DNA profile of this new
person on any database?

Not that we can find.

What do you know, Sylvia?

Nothing.

This is all news to me.

Whatever it is,
you have to tell me.

I found out Raffaella's
real name for you.

How much more
do you want me to do?

I don't want you to do anything.

I mean, for God's sake,
what's wrong?

You throw me out from your house
in the middle of the night...

It was half-past nine!

and now you are behaving
as if I'm a stranger.

Is this about the house?

What?

The house I want us
to build together.

Have you even thought about it?

Yes, actually.

And?

I have a home, Giovanni.

The first I've had
since I was a child.

I love it and
I don't want to leave.

So why didn't you
say this before

when I first showed you
the place,

or when I asked you to come
with me this weekend?

I didn't want to upset you.

[he sighs]

Sylvia...

I love you.

But we are
very different people.

If you're not ready
to live with me now,

or next year or ever,
that's OK.

But you don't trust me,

that's not OK.

I should have been honest
with you about the house.

I'm sorry.

It's not just the house.

[he sighs]

Goodbye, Sylvia.

Giovanni!

[poignant music]

[door opens]

[she sighs]

[door shuts]

Adam?

Adam?

Bloody idiot!

Hello!

What the hell
are you playing at?

I needed some air
and one of these.

Why didn't you call
or leave me a message?

You said you weren't coming back
until tomorrow.

And you put a tracker
in my shoe.

What... what are you doing?

Let's go.

Why didn't you tell me
you were in the gelateria?

- What gelateria?
- In Perugia.

On the night Raffaella Tasso
was m*rder*d.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Oh, for God's sake, Adam! You
said you were shot in Pescara,

but it was Perugia, wasn't it?

The police have identified
a second person's blood

at the m*rder scene.

I think it's yours.

I needed new ID.

And so you led
the K*llers to her.

We don't know that for sure.

She would have had dealings
with loads of dodgy people.

But that night,
she had dealings with you.

And your Albanian friends
followed you there!

She insisted on being paid
before making the ID.

I just handed her the cash
when suddenly these two g*ons

opened fire through the window.

I managed to make it
out the back.

Your... friend wasn't
so lucky. I'm sorry.

You ran away
and left her to die.

And an agent's first duty

is not to fall into enemy hands!
You know that!

Anyway, if you want to blame
someone, blame Ercole.

He's the one
who told me Raffaella

was your contact there.

Did you tell her about us?

And so she trusted you.

[moped revving]

- [g*nsh*t]
- [Adam] Go!

Sylvia! Sylvia!

[tense music]

If we can get to the road,

there's a chance
we can get away.

I'm not sure I'll make it.

Were you hit?

No, but my wound's opened up.

[moped revving]

Hey. You go.

I'll cover you.

No.

Move forward but stay hidden.

I'll try to flush them out.

[Adam panting]

[g*nsh*t]

Aagh!

- [g*nsh*t]
- Aagh!

Sylvia, get down!

[g*nshots]

Aagh!

[Adam panting]

Did they k*ll Raffaella?

Yeah.

[he groans]

No, no, no, no. You can't call
your carabinieri friend.

There are two dead bodies here.
Someone has to deal with them.

That will bring the Italian
Secret Service down on us.

And then I'll be done for.

Sylvia...

We're in this together now.

And I won't make it to
the border without your help.

Come on then.

[gentle music]

[Adam groans]

[Adam] Ah...

[Sylvia] You go inside.

I just need to get my sewing kit
out of the van.

[softly] Alright.

Promise you're not going to
phone the carabinieri?

I promise.

[poignant music]

I'm going to need to put
those stitches back in.

Here, hold this.

And I thought "sewing kit"
was just a figure of speech.

[he gasps] Ow!

f*ck!

Don't be a baby.

Have you got any morphine
in that kit of yours?

Afraid not.

We need to get out of here now.

No. We both need some sleep.

If we leave at three,

you'll be across the Slovenian
border by breakfast.

Oh! [he laughs]

No wonder
I fell in love with you.

That's your lot.

[glasses clink]

Come with me.

I've already said
I'll drive you to the border.

Not just too the border.

Come away with me.

Are you serious?

We'll go somewhere
lush and warm and...

a long way away.

Trinidad, maybe.

Why Trinidad?

Um, I own a house there.

And how will we fund this...
new life?

Work shifts in a bar?

No, we wouldn't have to
worry about that.

I have savings.

- Savings?
- Hmm.

Or your own personal
"Ways and Means" fund?

Something like that.

How much?

Enough.

For both of us.

Come on, Sylvia.

Be fun.

And I know you
still care about me.

I wouldn't have left
my worst enemy

to the mercy of those th*gs,
if that's what you mean.

It's more than that though,
isn't it?

Admit it.

You've enjoyed
these last few days.

The danger, the excitement.

We're just the same, you and I.

[cars approaching cautiously]

[rumble of engines]

You promised.

I promised not to call
the carabinieri and I didn't.

You'll be in the UK
in a few hours.

Oh.

[he laughs]

[car doors opening]

[car doors closing]

I'm not like you, Adam.

- [he chuckles]
- [footsteps crunching outside]

These last few days have been
some of the most...

painful of my life.

[footsteps approaching]

I'm sorry you feel that way.

Good evening, boys.

Time to go home, Adam.

Careful.

He took a b*llet
to the left shoulder.

- [phone beeps]
- [man] We're done.

Clean-up units are on the way.

I'll get the guys to drop me off
at the scene.

Thank you, Billy.

[Miriam]
You did the right thing.

For Adam...
as well as everyone else.

What happens now?

He'll have questions to answer.

About Matara, obviously,
but Kosovo too.

And other places in between.

What kind of questions?

About money, mostly.

The finance people have had
their eyes on him for a while.

And then?

No one wants a trial.
It's too embarrassing.

So if he's sensible and hands
over a decent chunk of the dosh,

I imagine he'll be allowed
to resign quietly.

No pension, though.

[Sylvia] No justice, either.

That's not our department,
darling.

Arrivederci,
Sylvia.

And thank you.

[car door shuts, engine starts]

[car drives away]

[she sighs]

[gentle music]

[she inhales deeply]

[gentle music continues]

[Raffaella gasps]

[Raffaella panting]

[crying softly]

[birds twittering]

Hmm?

What's "fealty", ten letters?

No idea.

This is for you and Matteo.

But mostly for you.

Hmm!

Is it an Abraham Tesfay?

Couldn't afford anything bigger,
I'm afraid.

It's exquisite.

What have I done
to deserve this?

I think you know.

I'm sorry.

How is Adam?

On the mend,
last time I saw him.

He's gone, then?

Back to the UK.

He'll probably
be there for quite a while.

Is that good or bad?

Not great for him.

Better for everyone else,
I think.

Does Giovanni know he was here?

No.

Are you going to tell him?

We're not really speaking
at the moment.

Hmm. How do you feel about that?

Miserable.

Well, w...

What are you going
to do about it?

Are you going to go and see him
and talk things through,

or up sticks and disappear?

Don't you think it would be
better for all of us if I did?

Leave, I mean?

No.

You're a constant
source of trouble,

but I quite like
having you here.

I think that's the nicest thing
you've ever said to me.

Well, make the most of it.

I will.

The answer is "allegiance",
by the way.

[gentle music]

Mmm.

[speaking indistinctly
in Italian]

Grazie.

[gentle music]

[he exhales]

It really is quite the view.

You know that the people
who k*lled Raffaella are dead?

Yes.

And I've been told
not to ask any questions.

So if that's all you
came here to say...

It's not.

All this was going on
and you said nothing to me?

How could I?

I'd have been asking you to
choose between me and your job.

And I won't ever do that.

And I shouldn't ask you
to choose either?

I don't have a job.

But you did,

and you will never be
really free of it.

Adam said the same thing once.

I hope it's not true.

Do you regret helping him?

If I'd known that
he was in the gelateria

when Raffaella was k*lled,
I would have told you.

But I didn't,

so I did what seemed right.

The only thing I really
regret is hurting you.

Thank you for that.

So, what now?

I have a lot of leave due.

I'm going away for a few weeks.

OK.

Will you call me
when you get back?

[gentle music]

I have a better idea.

[uplifting music]

[theme music]