01x02 - Granny's Birthday Cake

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Okay, who is next?

- Me.
- Come, please.

You sure?

You don't have to do it.

I'm fine. Just film it.

All right.

Wait, wait!

I need a minute.

- What's wrong?
- I'm okay. I'm okay.

What's that?

Over there.

So, rear brake to the left.

- Okay? Angelica.
- Mm.

What did I just say?

Er, rear brake left.

- And the throttle?
- To the right.

It's spring-loaded, see?

So you can use that
to decelerate.

Okay.

Am I keeping you
from something?

It's just the hotel

where Elizabeth Taylor
and Richard Burton stayed,

somewhere around here.

It's named after sirens.

They sang to lure sailors
to their death.

It's you who'll be lured
to your death

if you don't pay attention,
young lady.

- Do I have to wear that?
- Yes. Non-negotiable.

One more.

So, how was it?

- Yep, okay.
- Really?

Two conditions.

- At all times.
- Yes.

And you don't ride
on the mainland.

I promise.

All right, come on then,
you're riding back.

- Really?
- Yeah.

{\an8}- Okay, hop on then.
- Let's go get our stuff.

Oh, hey, hey. Hey.

Can you spare a minute?

- Depends what for.
- A tourist just died.

She's British.

See ya.

- Gianni.
- Boss.

Show him the passport.

Suicide?

More likely an accident.

It's the last one she took.

The manager at her hotel, he
says she was travelling alone.

She'd asked how to get
to Tiberius's Leap.

And where's that?

Up there.

She was taking a selfie?

It's not unheard of.

Gianni, careful!

Just kidding around, boss.

- What time was it taken?
- Just before 4:00.

Yesterday afternoon.

And we're still waiting
for the pathologist to advise us

on the time of death.

If it roughly coincides.

Then, what d'you need me for?

To speak to the UK authorities.

All right.

You're gonna have to let
me satisfy my curiosity first.

It suits you.

D'you know this label?

I'm more of a jeans
and t-shirt girl.

It's haute couture.

She doesn't exactly seem
like the solo backpacker type.

Anything of interest?

Legal documents, I think.

On holiday?

We'll need permission
to take a look.

We're wasting time.

It's pretty heavy-duty.

She seemed normal,
perfectly okay,

but her room, it was originally
booked in someone else's name.

Manny Sanghera.

Are you sure she
didn't mention anything else

about her plans,
anything at all?

It would really help.

She asked about
a beauty therapist.

Wanted to know
if they were any good.

D'you remember the name?

Esposito.
Viviana Esposito.

She had a massage.

Something called a
detoxifying body wrap.

Paid cash.

Does she remember anything else?

She has no English.
They hardly spoke.

So what now?

A deal's a deal.

Yeah, on this number, please.

Yeah, thank you.

I contacted the Home Office.

She's getting me Shannon's
home address.

They're sending someone?

I'll ask a colleague at the Met.

Have you checked her messages?

I was about to.

I could do it,
while I'm waiting.

Sure.

What was the name again,
the guy who booked the hotel?

- Manny Sanghera.
- Sanghera.

Sanghera, what kind
of name's that?

Erm, Indian, maybe.

At least originally.

Uh. Answer it.

Hello?

Erm, who's this?

This is DCI Joe Mottram.

Why have you got
Shannon's phone?

Yeah, can I ask what
your connection

to Miss Headley is first, sir?

She's my fiancée.

You went on holiday
before your wedding?

Well, she's stressed
with all the planning.

Is that what you rowed about?

The wedding? What else?

Could you be more specific?

I'd rather not.

Where were you
yesterday at 4:00 p.m.?

It's a bit awkward.

Try me.

I was with a friend in Positano.

A friend, doing what?

We met for lunch.

And drinks...

You know...

B-Back to her place.

You were with someone else?

I told you it was awkward.

- Did Shannon know her?
- No, she's a local.

- Someone I met.
- Met how?

Through...

Girl Cupid.

It's an app.

You were engaged, you have
a dating app on your phone?

Why not? Shannon did.

I mean, she invented
the damn thing after all.

Hey, boss. Look at this.

Apparently, Shannon credits
her business success

to her high sex drive.

Maybe she hooked up
with someone as well.

Blocked.

You said you might be
able to find an hour

for another cooking lesson?

Not a good time, Joe.

- Shall I come back in a bit?
- Mother of God, Joe!

Not today.

All right. There's no need
to bite my head off.

Sorry.

I'm good with numbers,
can I help?

- Thank you, but no.
- Okay.

Joe.

You know, it took me a long time

to come to terms
with Sofia leaving.

It was even harder to take
when she told me

that she was
not coming back home.

I...

I always thought
that she would come back,

and er,
take over the restaurant.

But now I'm glad
that she didn't.

How far did you go?

Er, only 5k.

You'll k*ll yourself,
missing breakfast,

exercising like a lunatic.

Here.

Am I making a mistake?

With Angelica and this scooter?

Well, she seems sensible,
for her age.

You have to trust Angelica.

- Hello?
- Joe?

It's Lara Sarrancino.

How can I help you, Lara?

Sorry to mess up
your morning but erm,

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

Lara, I'm erm...

We could go
to the mortuary first.

Okay.

I'm on my way.

I hate riding in this place.

Let's get the ferry
to the mainland.

I promised my dad I wouldn't.

He's a policeman.

They don't want
anyone to have fun.

Er...

And maybe...
we can take this off.

- Er...
- It's safer.

You see better, hear more.

And I get to look at your face.

Bellissimo.

Look at this.

Some sort of rash?

What about that?

And that.

Dr Serafino: Excuse me.
What are you doing?

Are these injuries recent,
Doctor?

No, they are old scars.

Any news about the tox report?

Look, I am still waiting.

Now please.

Thank you.

Mr Headley,
this is Inspector Sarrancino.

And this is DCI Mottram.

Sorry for your loss.

- You're British.
- With the Met Police.

He's lending us his expertise.

You said it was an accident.

That's our
working assumption.

We just want to be sure,
Mr Headley.

I want to see for myself.
Can you show me?

Sure.

Um...

Wait, you have some here.

And here.

And also here.

I forgot to ask for mayo.

- 19 euros.
- Daylight robbery, huh?

Thank you.

Joe.

Angelica!

- You-- You b*stard!
- Hey!

- You k*lled her!
- Stop!

Stop!

You're a madman!

You've got blood on your hands!

- b*stard!
- That'll do.

Come on.

He's not pressing charges.

You two had a falling out?

That's a bit
of an understatement.

I liked him.

Till I came across him in a
restaurant with another woman.

Did you tell Shannon?

Of course.

She said I didn't understand
modern relationships.

And you left it there?

I told her to make
him sign a prenup.

Did she?

Not until the Americans
came calling.

With an offer for her business.

Is that Girl Cupid?
The dating app.

That's right.

Serious money,


She had one drawn up,

was going to insist
he sign it on this holiday.

The documents you found.

- Yeah.
- Anything?

No. No sign of the prenup.
You?

No.

Even if we get hold of a copy,
I don't see how it helps.

It might confirm
he's got a motive.

Except it makes no sense
to k*ll her to avoid signing it.

If they're not yet married,

Manny doesn't stand
to inherit anything if she dies.

I wouldn't be so sure.

He's named her as next of kin.

Some kind of
medical questionnaire

for insurance purposes.

With this document
he could inherit the lot.

All right,
but he's also got an alibi.

Perhaps the girl he hooked up
with, she's in on it.

We've got confirmed
sighting of the two of them

together at a restaurant
in Positano


last photo was taken.

You know, I begged her
not to come here for a holiday.

But her fiancé, Manny,
rather insisted.

Said he'd never been.

What have you got against Italy?

They drive like bloody maniacs.

Shannon a nervous passenger?

She had a bad smash,
broke 31 bones.

Yeah, we saw the scars.

Is that why
she was taking fentanyl?

We found it amongst her things.

She was careful with it.

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

She damaged nerves, you see,
all down her left side.

I'm sorry, that sounds awful.

She had to relearn
how to do just about everything.

You know, hold a pen, brush her
teeth, all with the other hand.

Shannon's phone, can I see it?

Just get the phone.

- Oh, sh*t.
- What? What is it?

Right, she's looking right,

which suggests she took it
with her right hand.

That logo's back to front
so the image has been flipped

to look like she took it
with her left.

Only her father just told me she
barely had use of her left hand.

Why would she flip the photo?

Maybe someone else
took the photo.

They wanted it to look like
Shannon had snapped a selfie.

{\an8}Er, I've gotta go.

{\an8}Sorry.

He doesn't think it was
an accident.

I don't know what he thinks.

Don't you ever knock?

You know your mother
couldn't abide liars?

I saw you, after you promised.

- You were spying on me?
- You almost ran me over.

On the mainland,
not wearing your helmet.

Well Daniele says it's
safer without one.

Then he's a bloody idiot.

Well, he's been riding
since he was 15.

I don't care
how long he's been riding.

You're not seeing him any more.

Well, that's not up to you.

Er, yes it is.

Angelica!

Angelica.

Angelica!

Is this a bad time?

It's never a good time with me
and my daughter.

The tox report came through.

She had four times
the recommended dose

of fentanyl in her system.

If the fall hadn't k*lled her,

the overdose would
have done the job.

Can they tell if she was dead
before she went over the edge?

- Nope.
- So where does this leave us?

We've no way of knowing
if she fell under the influence,

or she Od'd,
and then jumped to make sure.

- There is a third option.
- The photo.

That's just a theory.

All right,
but what about the dating app?

She might've hooked up
with someone.

Again that's just a theory.

You can't be happy to leave
it unresolved like this.

It doesn't matter
whether I'm happy,

I've been told
to hand the file over.

Oh, you've come
to give me the sack.

I'm here to get you a drink
to say thank you.

I could m*rder a negroni.

How come you drink these?

Er, my wife
introduced me to them.

She has excellent taste.

Had.

She's dead?

Hit and run.

Eleven months back.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Please tell me they caught
the driver.

No.

f*ck.

It's almost the worst part
of it.

I've had to sit on my hands.

No wonder why your daughter's
being difficult.

You've done me a favour
with this case.

Get me out of her way.

My dad and me...

we fight too.

Yeah?

He disapproves of me.

Always has.

What about your kids?

What's funny?

Children, a husband, huh-huh,
not my thing.

No?

That's why Papa disapproves.

Angelica?

- Is she not back?
- Not yet.

Will you go to bed?

You look... tired.

I'll wait up. You go.

I'm actually making a cake.

For a friend's birthday.
Do you-- D'you wanna help?

Make yourself useful,
shell those.

What's that?
Ricotta.

My secret ingredient.

I'm sure Sofia used this recipe.

It came from my
Sicilian grandmother.

I thought you had Italian blood.

My dad's mother,
she was Elena too.

Same as my nan.

Eleanor.

Nelly.

Did Nelly cook?

She liked to feed people.

No, she'd have her work
cut out with you.

Actually,
you'd be surprised.

Oh.

I keep to remind me
of that chubby kid

and his enormous appetite.

Oh, here.

Wanna lick the bowl?

Joe.

Just leave her...
t-till the morning.

We need to talk.

Can I have a shower first?

Yeah. 'Course.
Go on then.

Angelica?

Angelica?

Where have you got these?

You've been through my things?

- Answer the question.
- Joe.

Elena, will you stay out
of this, please?

They're just
sleeping pills.

- Is it him, is it that lad?
- No!

Then who?
Where have you got them?

They were just
trying to help, Dad.

Look, this is a powerful
sedative, you idiot.

Calm down,
I haven't even taken any.

Don't tell me to calm down!

I'm your dad,
and I'm trying to protect you,

from your own stupidity.

- Wish it was you that was dead.
- Where are you going?

It was me, Joe.

I gave them to her.

Peace offering.

She was anxious.

Overwhelmed.

You should've asked me first.

You're not very easy to talk to.

I'm her parent, Elena, not you.

You need to learn to listen,

Joe, to really try
to understand her.

She needs the love
her mother gave her.

Unconditional, nonjudgemental.

You're right about
the pistachios.

Every detail counts.

However small.

The report says
it was unrelated.

It's connected.
I know it is.

- Curti won't like this.
- Oh, forget Curti.

What are your instincts
telling you?

That you were right
about the photo.

Then make them test the rash.

Every detail counts,
however small.

Then we need to find out

if Shannon met up with someone
using the dating app.

Give our friends at Girl Cupid
a call.

That's three hours of my life
I'm not getting back.

They still won't play ball?

- Not without a warrant.
- Never mind.

Look at this.

This is the lobby
of Shannon's hotel.

- There.
- Can we ID him?

We're running him
through the system.

Want some more good news?

The bin in the hotel room.

It hadn't been emptied?

The prenup was still there.

I thought you could help.

Me? Er, I'm just an observer.

Remember?

Here you are.

- Buon appetito.
- Thanks.

Elena?

I don't know how to guide her.

How to be with her,
without Sofia.

You were right.

I should've asked.

It's hard parenting
without role models.

What does that mean?

The situation, with your family.

What d'you mean about my family?

We learn to parent
from our own parents.

Sofia told you?

Everything?

She felt that I needed to know.

Joe. Joe.

No. Don't. No.

Joe.

It's what families do.

They talk.

Gennaro, he's always asking me
what I'm thinking, feeling.

Sofia was the same.

My mum was, er...

...she made a lot of mistakes.

What kind of mistakes?

This kind.

Joe.

Oh, Joe.
Sofia never told me that.

I'm trying to protect Angelica.

Oh.

You'd better take that.

Yes.

We've ID'd the guy,
he's a local, Sandro Totti.

Totti. Like the footballer?

Yes.
Can you come to the station?

What, now?

Yeah, he's already here.

So?

I went in to see

if they needed their
swimming pool cleaning.

And did they?

No.

I was told to come back
a different time.

Do you use dating apps,
Senior Totti?

I'm with someone.

That's not an answer.

See for yourself.

Sorry.

Change of heart?

Not exactly, Detective,
but I think I can help.

Lara.

Yeah, go on.

So much for
not without a warrant.

He claimed they hadn't
breached anyone's privacy,

just issued a list of
registered users in the region.

Which, luckily for us,

only comprises
of a single name on the island.

- Signora Peluso?
- Si.

Is Beppe in?

Are people here
aware he's dead?

Signora Peluso:
It's a small island.

Thank you.

And yet, he's supposed
to have signed up

for the dating app a month ago.

It can't have been my son.

Any idea who's using his name?

Can I ask where you got this?

From Viviana.

Beppe's old girlfriend.

Does she own a beauty salon?

That's right.

Viviana, no.

- Let go, please.
- No.

- Salve!
- Hey!

Viviana Esposito.

Sei in arresto.

We have a forensic team

going over Shannon's
hotel room, Sandro.

We made contact through the app.

Why did you lie to us?

I told you,
I'm in a relationship.

And yet you sent Shannon for
treatments with your girlfriend?

She was tense.

She said she was having problems
with her relationship, so...

Seems a bit reckless
on your part, no?

Viviana barely speaks
any English.

We're going to find
CCTV footage of you and Shannon

going to Tiberius's Leap
together, aren't we?

Yeah, okay, sure.

And what time was this?

Just after 7:00.

To avoid the rush.

Did you go back
in the afternoon?

No. I was busy cleaning pools.

So they left Tiberius's
Leap before 9:00,

like he said,
not in the afternoon.

If his clients
confirm his alibi.

We're back to square one.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's taken longer
than I'd hoped.

Manuel?

Isn't that Italian?

Or Spanish, maybe.

I assumed Manny was short for
something Indian, like Maniche.

Have we still got his passport?

Yes.

Manuel Antonio Sanghera.

Born Bologna.

October 8, 1992.

He's dual heritage.

Oh, merda.
I should've seen that before.

I don't get it.

Why is it important?

Shannon's dad said
Manny had never been to Italy.

You're not the only one
working late.

Dr Serafino, he thinks the
rash is a reaction to fentanyl.

She'd taken that for years.

Not through her skin.

Sorry to interrupt.
Can I have a word?

Excuse me a moment.

You said you'd keep
an eye on her.

And I did.

You let her go out.

On the condition
that she came back by 9:00,

- and was in bed by 10:00.
- And how did that work out?

She came back on time,
went straight to the apartment,

and sent this an hour later.

Posted by Daniele Russo
at 10:19.

Maybe it was taken earlier.

Look at her watch.

{\an8}She edited the time code.

How d'you know about that?

Luca.

It's the selfie...

the time it was taken,
it's been edited.

- Huh?
- Take a breath, start again.

Sandro took the photo
in the morning,

but adjusted the time code
to make it seem like

Shannon died at 3:52 p.m.

when he was working,
and had an alibi.

And I think I know
how he k*lled her.

What better ways
to give an overdose

of fentanyl than to ask
your therapist girlfriend

to apply it to the skin.

We just need to nail
down a motive.

Manny Sanghera's
birth certificate.

Sandro Totti's Manny's cousin.

Excuse me.

Have you seen this person?

Yeah, I, erm...

there he is.

For f*ck sake.

Manny Sanghera, stop!

Hey, hey! Stop!

Stay back!
Don't come any closer.

- Don't move!
- Manny?

Listen to me, don't move,
we're coming down.

Manny.

Don't do anything stupid,
all right?

I'll jump. I will.

Go ahead.

Less paperwork for us.

Hey, hey, it's going to hurt,
a lot.

Look at me. Look at me.
Manny.

We know you're cousins.

You and Sandro.

We know you planned
the m*rder together,

so you could split
Shannon's money.

The game's up, mate.

I wanna speak
to my lawyer now.

Maybe we should've let him jump.

Humph.

Well, thank you.

It's been...

It's okay.
I feel the same.

Okay.

- Maybe I'll see you around.
- I hope not.

No offence.

None taken.

Mm.

Everything
to your satisfaction?

Gennaro, always the best meal.

I'm happy.

It's always a pleasure.

Elena, tesoro...

If he sells fish,
then I'm the Pope!

- Hey!
- It's alright. It's alright.

I wasn't born yesterday,
you know.

Elena, Elena,
not your lovely plates.

Mind your own f*cking
business, Joe!

Just leave me alone, please.

{\an8}- Joe Mottram.
- Oh, I know who you are.

The Commissioner here
has been waxing lyrical.

Hmm.

Camilla, my niece.

She's helping organise
a m*rder mystery weekend.

You greedy little sh*t.

Please.

I'm starting to think
you're a jinx.

A trail of bodies
wherever you go.

What is it with
this place and smuggling?

Italians,
they despise the state.

They like nothing better
than to cheat it.

- I made a promise.
- Live a little.

Take me where?

I hope you know
what you're doing.

One day,
his heart will mend.

We need to get used to the idea.

Policemen are supposed
to be reliable.

I'm off duty.