Signora Volpe (2022) s01e03 Episode Script

1
I saw you and something changed in me ♪
It's destiny ♪
Your smile lead me to my heart ♪
And I found a new side of me ♪
Salute.
-Alla notstra.
-Alla notstra.
I told myself to hear my heart ♪
Mm.
Stay by my side ♪
I don't wanna lose you ♪
Don't go far away from me ♪
My love is so fast ♪
I would like to hold you more and more ♪
Close to me ♪
You are mine and I want you ♪
Sash.
Hey.
[intense music]
[theme music]
[crickets chirping]
[instrumental music]
[thudding]
[distant footsteps]
[suspenseful music]
Salvatore.
[exhales]
I know we agreed to be
flexible about working hours,
but it's 6:00 a.m.
S-sorry. This is my father, Gino.
We need your help.
It's, uh, papa's pig.
She's missing.
She's a pet?
No. UhMimi is a very special pig.
[Salvator]She earns more money
than our entire family put together.
She is a truffle pig.
Il migliore.
That's right.
And you think she's been stolen?
She couldn't just have escaped?
-No.
-No. Impossible.
Well then, you should call the Carabinieri.
Um, you see, Mimi doesn't
exactly pay tax on her earnings.
And it is now illegal for people
to hunt for truffles with pigs.
But, uh, it's also very difficult
for old men to change their ways.
[Gino sighs]
Does your father have any enemies?
Anyone he's fallen out with recently?
[speaking in Italian]
No, no, no, no.
[speaking in Italian]
He's friendly with everyone.
Un momento, un momento.
[exhales deeply]
[sobs]
Mimi.
[crying]
[speaking in Italian]
[instrumental music]
[chattering in Italian]
[Isabel]Well, that's why the
Zampas need to go to the police.
I know a stolen pig sounds like something out
of PG Wodehouse, Sylv, but
Shh. They made me promise not to tell anyone.
[inhales]
It's complicated.
Everything in Panicale is complicated.
You're right about that.
SignoraVolpe, buongiorno.
Hello, Capitano.
SignoraVitale.
Are you buying your dinner,
or looking for truffle thieves?
Huh. Truffle season always brings trouble.
Last year a truffle hunter
was robbed at gunpoint,
and the thieves stole thousands
of Euros worth of stock. Uh
[exhales deeply]
I'm sorry I didn't call you.
I didn't call you either.
-I wanted to call you, but
-You don't need to explain.
-[phone ringing]
-Honestly.
But you should probably answer that.
[phone ringing]
Answer it, Giovanni.
Excuse me. It's my wife. Excuse me, Sylvia.
Everything alright?
Uh, fine.
You know, Matteo and I saw
you two having dinner the other night.
-You never said.
-Hmm.
That was three weeks ago.
I was minding my own business.
Anything happen?
Girls, over here.
Alonzo's truffles are the best in the market.
-Antonella, the best in Umbria.
-Maybe.
[chuckles]
Mmm.
[sniffs]
Mm.
-Mm.
-They're earthy and dense.
Like the forest floor.
You have a good nose.
Truffles are like diamonds.
To find them, you must know
not only the right place to look,
but the right day, the right hour.
Do you get any of your
truffles from Gino Zampa?
His son is doing some building work for me.
Yeah, I did, years ago.
Here. Try some of this.
Grazie.
Here, Antonella.
Oh, God, that's good.
Mmm.
So, how much is that one?
-This one. Okay.
-[Sylvia]Mm-hm.
To you, Signora300 Euros.
Are you joking?
Alonzo never jokes about money.
[Sylvia exhales]
Well, what about the
cheese? Can I afford that?
-For sure.
-Of course.
Give her a nice piece.
[Alonzo]Yes.
No wonder Gino wants his pig back.
[Gino singing in Italian]
[sighs]
It's Mimi's favorite song.
It's the only thing that
works to calm her down.
[Gino singing in Italian]
Is that your father's only vehicle?
Yes. I mean, with all the
money that Mimi makes for him
he could afford a Maserati
but you know, old people.
These come from a four-wheel drive.
Huh.
-Papa.
-Huh?
[speaking in Italian]
It's the plumber. He
came a couple of days ago
to fix the taps.
Maybe he took Mimi.
Vito Pendenza? No, he's the
most honest man in Ginestra.
Ginestra is the town on
the other side of the valley.
[instrumental music]
[Sylvia on phone]That's
right. By Pendenza Plumbing.
No, I-I don't mind holding.
SignoraFox.
Hello, Brigadiere.
Do you need help?
Oh, that's very kind of you,
but the breakdown company are on their way.
Just let me have a look.
I was gonna ask that guy
who's watching us for help,
but he didn't seem too keen to chat.
Don't bother, signora.
That's Giorgia Pendenza.
He'd be dangerous if he wasn't so stupid.
We busted him not long ago
for growing weed in the woods near here.
Wellthat should work now.
Your spark plug was loose.
I only bought the car last month.
Thanks, Brigadiere.
You're welcome.
[engine starts]
[suspenseful music]
[groans]
[breathing heavily]
Hello, Sylvia.
You bastard!
So, I assume you're not
here for the truffle festival?
Truffles, no.
No, I'm in Rome for a conference,
so I thought I'd come up and
see how my ex-truffle was doing.
[scoffs]
Why are you really here?
[sighs]
Do you remember Dimitri Pavlenko?
His son Sasha's studying classics in Rome.
He's just been arrested
on suspicion of murder.
God. Dimitri will be devastated.
Yeah.
Mario Rizzo, fellow student
at Sapienza University.
Found with blunt trauma injuries in a park
near the university halls of residence.
The night before Mario was found dead,
he and Sasha were seen fighting in a bar.
What about?
Well, no one knows for sure,
but they were both close to a girl.
Roberta Agosti.
So why come to me? I'm not a lawyer.
Well, Dimitri's hired
half a dozen lawyers, but
the boy won't talk to any of them.
Not a great look if you're
up on a murder charge.
So, we just need to find someone
who can find out what's going on.
And since you're on the
spot, Felicity thought--
I'm on the spot because I
don't work for Felicity anymore.
No one ever truly leaves the service.
You do know that, don't you?
[Isabel]Sylvia? I bought you some figs.
We got masses Adam.
Hello, Isabel.
It's been far too long.
You didn't tell me Adam was coming.
Adam didn't tell me that
Adam was coming. Coffee?
No, no, I can't. I've got a
couple of paintings to varnish.
Isabel's having an exhibition
at the Palazzo Zucchetto.
-Congratulations.
-Thank you.
You need to put these in the fridge,
so the ants don't get them.
Thanks.
What are you doing here?
Well, it's not against the law
for a man to visit his ex-wife.
Should be, in your case.
[Adam]Sorry. Why?
Sylvia's happy and settled
for the first time in her life.
You had your chance, mate.
Now you need to leave her alone.
Any progress on the pig?
Uh, not yet.
-Ciao. Ciao.
-Bye.
-You're buying a pig?
-Not buying. Finding.
Seriously, Sylvia?
Two years ago you were
Station Chief in Beirut.
I'm helping out a friend.
Well, I'm a friend, aren't I?
Don't you wanna help me?
Not particularly.
Be at the fountain at
seven o'clock tonight
and by seven fifteen I'll
have changed your mind.
[instrumental music]
Bollocks!
[music continues]
[chuckles]
Dimitri.
Sylvia. It's so good to see you.
[Dimitri]He's my only child.
I know Sasha isn't capable of murder.
How can you be sure?
[mutters] Mm
He lacks necessary what's the word?
Ruthlessness.
Now he refuses to see me. He
won't even talk to the lawyers.
What makes you think he'd speak to me?
It's not as if we know each other.
Everyone talks to you, in the end.
I can try.
Thank you.
[suspenseful music]
[door buzzer buzzing]
Hello, Sasha.
My name's Sylvia Fox.
Are you another lawyer?
I'm helping your legal team. And you, I hope.
There is nothing anyone can do.
Tell me about Mario.
You were both at Sapienza University?
Okay. Tell me about yourself.
What made you decide to come to Italy?
I have nothing to say to you or anyone else.
You're gonna be tried for
murder with premeditation.
If you're found guilty,
that's a life sentence.
[sighs]
[knocks on door]
Sasha
Don't come back.
[buzzer buzzing]
[sighs]
That was quick. How was he?
Rude. Frightened.
-Guilty?
-I don't know.
He wouldn't talk to me.
-So, what's next?
-Nothing. I go home.
He really didn't say anything?
Adam, he said there was
nothing anyone could do,
and he told me not to come back.
And you're just gonna give up?
Let some snotty kid succeed
where hardened terrorists have failed?
Stop trying to manipulate me.
It's for your own good.
And mine.
I need to be able to tell
Dimitri that we at least tried.
[indistinct chatter]
[suspenseful music]
Excuse me. Is the student hall that way?
-Yeah.
-Thanks.
[music continues]
[clicking]
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct shouting]
-[horn honking]
-Yeah! Whoo!
That looked like fun.
Want a real race?
You don't have a bike.
[instrumental music]
[woman singing opera song]
How do you make that thing go so fast?
A trick I learned years ago.
I don't have the cash to pay you.
How about payment in kind?
I've got some questions.
[exhales]
Sasha and Mario had a fight,
didn't they? Do you know why?
Was it about you?
I've seen the way you live.
All packed in together,
everyone in each other's business.
Must get stressful.
Not really.
Yeah, I had a thing with Mario.
I had a thing with Mario,
I had a thing with Sasha.
I had a thing with this cute
ragazza from my poli-sci class.
-[Sylvia]Sounds complicated.
-Mm.
Sounds magnifico.
Mario hid this in his room.
Any idea where he got it?
No.
This isn't the best deal I've ever done.
I won the race, but you're the one
walking away with 50 Euros.
Mm-hmm.
Come on, Roberta, give me something.
Mario had two phones.
[motorcycle revving]
[seagulls squawking]
There you are.
What, is someone joining us?
-Hey, ciao,Sylvia.
-Ercole. [chuckles]
Adam, this is Ercole Guerra.
He used to work for our Italian friends.
Ercole, this is Adam
Haines, my former colleague.
-[speaks Italian]
-Delighted.
I'm told the truffles here are very good.
-Oh, well
-Hm.
Gracia.
Mario Rizzo's family are known
to the authorities in Calabria.
Petty thefts, VAT fraud, that kind of thing.
It's possible the apple
didn't fall far from the tree.
He had two phones.
Can you find out if the
police have both of them?
It'd be good to know what's on them.
I know people at the Commissariato.
I'll ask around.
Thanks.
Mmm. Mmm-hmm.
I'm just worried about
the boy being in custody.
Rebibbia prison isn't for the faint hearted.
In Italy, you can only detain a suspect
before trial for very specific reasons.
If there is a serious probability
the suspect has committed the crime.
Well, the evidence is all circumstantial.
[Ercole]To prevent them from committing
another crime or destroying evidence.
None of these apply to Sasha.
So, we get his lawyers
to appeal against the order
before the Tribunale della Libertà.
Even if they think he's a flight risk,
the judge might allow him
freedom under house arrest.
Whose house?
Oh, no. I'm not a babysitter.
My bathroom isn't even finished.
Oh, come on, Sylvia. The
boy has got nowhere to go.
He could help you with the grouting.
Has my father made you do this?
No. Your lawyers managed
to get the detention order lifted.
You can't leave the country,
but you can leave this place.
And what if I don't want to?
Then you're crazy.
[Sylvia]Imagine what it will be
like when your fellow inmates
find out who your father is.
I hate him.
He has no idea who I am anymore.
You don't have to tell me anything.
You don't even have to speak.
But anywhere is better
than this place, isn't it?
It's still a work-in-progress,
but I finally have a shower that works.
Sort of.
[Sylvia]You'll be sleeping in here.
There's no bed.
You can sleep on the sofa.
[Sylvia]I'll see if I can rustle
up some clothes for you.
If you'd have let me go back to campus,
I could have packed properly.
I'm not sure it would be a good idea for you
to show your face there at the moment.
[speaks foreign language]
Sorry, what did you say?
[exhales]
He died because of me.
I made you something to eat.
[suspenseful music]
[beeps]
Mm-hmm.
[Raffaella]I know it sounds crazy.
Trust me, it'll work.
Okay.
I'll try it.
[music continues]
[beeps]
[music intensifies]
[phone vibrates]
[instrumental music]
[Dimitri] Sylvia, what can I say?
A huge thank you from Moscow.
Some news. The trial date has been set.
We have two weeks to clear his name and mine.
[Dimitri] Please, he needs to talk.
I, uh, can't find my phone. Have you seen it?
It's in the kitchen, charging.
Coffee?
Um, yes, please.
Buongiorno, SignoraSylvia.
Ah, buongiorno.
This is Sasha. He's staying
with me for a few days.
Salvatore and Luca are
helping me on the house.
-Hey, Sasha.
-Hey.
Er, scusi, signora.
Any news on Mimi?
Sorry, Salvatore. Nothing yet.
Hmm. Grazie.
Who's Mimi?
I'll tell you later. We're going for a walk.
But I thought that I was under house arrest?
Well, who's gonna know?
And I'm not leaving you
here to get in Salvatore's way.
[instrumental music]
Come on.
You're half my age. You
should be racing ahead.
[Sasha]I don't do walking.
[music continues]
That's a, a nice knife.
-Looks old.
-Belonged to my father.
It's the only thing I have of his.
He is dead?
I don't know.
I know that you are not a lawyer.
But you used to work with my father, right?
For my father.
I used to work for the British government.
The Foreign Office.
I helped organize trade missions in Moscow.
[Sasha]It's nice here. Wild. [Sylvia]Mm.
I've never lived in a village before.
Everyone knows everyone else's business.
Then you must work harder to hide it.
You really like that jacket, don't you?
Yes.
You said that we're going
to find a pig. Come on.
It's Mario's jacket, isn't it?
Sasha!
You hated each other.
You had a fight right before
he died. Why wear his jacket?
-Sasha!
-I didn't hate him!
I didn't hate him.
[suspenseful music]
He was always there, at
the center of everything.
Everyone loved him.
And then one day, he kissed me.
I freaked out. I punched him.
And I felt awful.
I went to his room to apologize and then
Every day it was like whoosh.
It felt like I was flying.
You know what I mean?
I think I did. Once.
I made him promise not
to tell anyone about us.
-If my father found out
-He'd have disapproved?
He disapproves of everything I do.
I didn't think that it would last.
I thought Mario would get bored of me.
But he didn't.
I didn't kill him, Sylvia.
You said he died because of you.
Sasha.
What is that?
[pig oinking]
[instrumental music]
[pig oinking]
That's the life.
If you like spending your day in a cage.
What now?
We go home.
We're not going to rescue Mimi?
I don't think she'd fit on
the back seat, do you?
[chuckles]
Buongiorno.Sorry, I know we're leaving early,
but, uh, we got a call.
Yeah, a ceiling fell down at the agriturismo.
Oh, it's okay. I've got
good news. We found Mimi.
-Really?
-No!
-Grande.
-Super.
Thank you. I knew you would.
I'm gonna send you the
location and the GPS reference.
The rest is up to you.
Grazie.
-Thank you.
-Okay, thank you.
[speaking in Italian]
-[Sylvia]Hey.
-Hi.
-Oh, is that for the show?
-Yeah. Last one.
-It's not right.
-Looks right to me.
-It's beautiful.
-No. No, no, no, no, no.
Can I ask you a favor?
I've got a young man
staying with me for a few days.
-Oh.
-Son of an old friend.
It was all a bit sudden.
Anyway, I've got to go out,
not sure how long I'll be.
So, could you call in
and just check he's okay?
-Well, how young exactly is he?
-Mmm, 20.
Twenty? What, he can't look
after himself for a few hours?
Who exactly is this kid?
He's called Sasha Pavlenko.
Oh, this wouldn't have anything
to do with Adam, would it?
Kind of. He's a student at La Sapienza.
Got himself into a spot of bother,
so he's taking some time out at my place.
A spot of bother, eh?
That's what mum used to say about dad
when he wasn't gonna make
it back in time for our birthdays.
He used to bring home
unexpected guests sometimes, too.
What kind of guests?
Oh, I don't know.
Heard voices in the night, and then
they were gone in the morning.
-I've ruined it.
-No, you haven't.
-Anyway, can you help or not?
-No, I can't. Ask Alice.
-She's here?
-Yeah. She got back yesterday.
Her summer job fell through.
Want to make yourself useful?
[Sylvia]Sasha?
I have to go out for the
day. This is my niece, Alice.
She's gonna keep you company.
[scoffs] Stand guard, you mean?
Uh, I thought you could tell her
all about Ovid's Metamorphoses.
Oh. Well, it's, uh, it's an amazing text.
It's, uh, an epic of femaleexperience.
There's food in the fridge.
Help yourself to anything you
want except the best whisky.
[chuckles]
Do you know which is the best whisky?
Oh, yeah.
[chuckles]
A lovers' quarrel?
Mmm. Mario threatens
to expose the relationship,
Sasha's terrified of his father finding out,
lashes out and kills him.
It's what the prosecution
will argue, if they find out.
That doesn't make it the truth.
Sasha's overwhelmed with
grief, love, and yes, guilt.
But I don't believe that he killed Mario.
What if the father did
it? Had it done, rather.
Because of the political fall-out at home,
were it to become known that his son was gay?
It's a possibility.
[Sylvia]Come off it, Adam!
Dimitri wouldn't do that.
But if he did, they'd
never have found the body.
And his son wouldn't be
facing a murder charge.
I'm sorry I haven't been able
to come up with any leads yet.
I'm beginning to think there aren't any.
[Adam]It's not looking
great. His trial's in two weeks
I think we need to get him
out, back to Russia. Now.
Well, he can't. They've got his passport.
And you've never left the
country without a passport?
If Sasha runs, it will look
like an admission of guilt.
And how's that gonna play
out for Dimitri back home?
[Sylvia]No.
We hold our nerve. We're gonna crack this.
You think you're on to something, don't you?
[instrumental music]
What have you got?
The Visa card has two thousand Euros on it.
-Wow.
-Yeah.
"Elton John" paid for it.
At least, that was the name on the Amex card.
I ran the number, and it's only been used
for one other purchase.
-Which was?
-A payment to DWX Holdings.
Sounds like a shell company.
It is, based in Singapore.
But it also owns an app called BabboBear.
Looks like something for
kids, but I'm guessing it's not.
Right. It's a "sugar daddy" website.
Rich old men pay hot young
things to go places with them.
Hot young things like Mario?
His profile's there.
I tried to get into the customer list,
but the encryption on the site
is better than the Pentagon's.
[suspenseful music]
[keys clacking]
Grazia.
[music intensifies]
For my ex. He's a very sad and lonely man.
Ah.
[exhales]
There is some cheese with grey bits in.
Ham. Lettuce. It's not very inspiring.
Shall we go get pizza?
-I'm not allowed.
-Not allowed pizza?
I was in prison in Rome.
Your aunt got me out, but I'm
meant to be under house arrest.
What did you do?
Nothing.
Okay. Well, what did they arrest you for?
They think I murdered the man I loved.
Well, the man I love is in prison
for killing his girlfriend.
Don't worry.
This is only the second best.
[glasses clinks]
[suspenseful music]
[music continues]
-Ah, excuse me.
-Yes.
This is for Roberta Agosti.
Do you know which floor she lives on?
Yes. The second floor.
Grazie.
[suspenseful music]
-[Sylvia]Roberta.
-[gasps]
I'm not gonna hurt you.
I'm Sylvia, remember? I'm
working for Sasha's father.
Are you okay?
What happened here?
I don't know.
I came home and I found it like this.
[sighs]
It was Mario's idea.
We'd use the sugar daddy
money to live like movie stars.
At least for a few months.
This is the first time I've been back here.
Neither of us came from money.
All of this, it was, um, a fantasy, a dream.
Now he's gone.
Did Sasha ever come here?
We had a rule. No one from the outside.
[Sylvia]What about your BabboBear clients?
No one. It's our place, our home.
Tell me about Mario's clients.
Older men, mostly. Um, a few women.
He didn't mind as long as they were rich.
Do you think one of them
could have killed him?
Six months ago, Mario
suddenly had more money.
And he paid for my share of
the rent, didn't want it back.
Um, said he had a new
client, who was very generous.
Did he tell you anything about
him? Age? What he was like?
It was a man. That's all I know.
We never talked about that
side of things. It's just work.
Any idea what he could have been looking for?
Roberta, Mario's dead, and
the person who killed him
knows about this place.
[suspenseful music]
[music continues]
Mario used to bring
these back from his dates,
the really expensive bottles.
What are you doing?
Saluti!
Sasha.
-Sasha.
-Hm?
I need to show you something.
[sighs]
This belonged to Mario.
Have you ever seen it before?
No.
[breathing heavily]
Who took this?
[Sylvia]Mario. He must have
had a camera hidden in his room.
No, he didn't. He wouldn't have.
It's time stamped end of March.
Was that when you got together?
I think one of Mario's clients
was paying Mario to film the two of you.
Why? For kicks?
To hurt your father. He's a progressive.
The hardliners back home want him out.
Has he seen this?
I don't think so.
Did you know about BabboBear?
I-I knew that, uh,
that Mario would often go out at night,
and that he was never short of money.
But I never asked questions.
[speaking in foreign language]
He was being paid to be with me.
You didn't suspect anything?
It doesn't make sense. It doesn't.
None of it makes any fucking sense.
Why would they want me to post the picture,
if all the time he was
filming us for someone else?
What picture?
The two of us kissing. He wanted
me to post it on social media.
I thought you agreed to
keep the relationship secret?
Yes, yes, of course, but
a couple of days before,
before he died, he started
bugging me and saying,
"Sash, come on, do it for me."
He says that if I love him
enough that I would do it.
He never liked to be told no.
He would go crazy, he would do stupid things.
Say stupid things.
You think that's what
happened after the club?
He said stupid things to the wrong people?
[sobs]
You're right, it doesn't make sense.
Why post the photo, but
keep the filming secret?
[sniffles]
What were you doing in Moscow?
I told you, I worked for the Foreign Office.
I organized visits,
trade fairs, stuff like that.
[Sasha]How did you get to know my father?
He was Minister for Foreign Trade.
And what, fifteen years
later, he, uh, remembers you,
finds where you are in Italy,
and asks you to help me?
Like I said, we were friends.
[Sasha]Just friends?
[instrumental music]
You know, my mother, she never said her name.
But she said
she left because of another woman.
It was you, wasn't it?
[music continues]
Sasha, your father was a charismatic man.
I don't think I was the only woman.
[music continues]
[knocking on door]
It's truffle chocolate.
My cousin in Perugia
makes it. It's pretty good.
Thank you.
Mmm, they're delicious.
Well, I-I wanted to
apologize for the other day.
I should have said I was married.
Yes, you should have.
My wife wants a divorce.
I see.
And what about you?
It's time. Our-our marriage,
it was over years ago.
Long before I came to Perugia.
You know, it's no one's fault, but my work,
it's hard on relationships.
I think that might be
something that you understand.
So, how's the truffle war? Are you winning?
[smirks]
Well, we arrested six dealers
today for trying to pass off
Croatian truffles for Umbrian.
What's the difference?
About two thousand Euros a kilo.
Wow! Do people still use
pigs to hunt for truffles?
No, it's been illegal since 1985,
but some prefer the old ways.
There are worse crimes.
I think I should go.
Uh, I didn't realize you had a guest.
Oh, that's Sasha. He's
the son of an old friend.
He's studying in Rome, needed a break.
Ah.
It's good to see you.
[instrumental music]
Buona notte.
[chuckles]
[birds chirping]
What's up?
[sighs] Mimi wasn't there.
-What?
-Mmm.
We went to the place you
showed us, but she wasn't there.
Well, perhaps she's been taken into the woods
to look for truffles.
I don't know. We went there
with Luca early, it was dawn.
We waited for hours, but no Mimi.
She must have been moved.
I'm sorry, Salvatore.
I don't think there's anything else I can do.
Well, it looks as if you were
right. Sasha didn't kill Mario.
Unless, of course, he did, and Dimitri had
his guys go over the apartment.
You're clutching at straws, Adam.
It's like you want Sasha to be guilty.
Just covering all the bases.
Look, I don't understand what
they would have been looking for.
Well, the film, surely.
But Mario had been filming
for months, and he was passing
the images on to his client as he went along.
There must have been something else.
Evidence that could identify them?
Maybe.
It doesn't actually change
anything, you know.
It strengthens the case against Sasha.
He could have killed
Mario because he found out
he was being honeytrapped.
No, I watched him watching the footage.
He was seeing it for the first time.
And I believe you, but it
won't carry any weight in court.
It's time to admit defeat, Sylvia.
Let's get Sasha out of the country.
No way.
Shouldn't you at least give
him the choice? Trial's in a week.
[instrumental music]
Too much sun is bad for you, you know.
Mmm.
-So is too much whisky.
-Mm-hmm.
Especially the inferior kind.
I go back to London in a month,
so, I'm just trying to soak up
as much sunshine as I possibly can.
Fair enough. Thanks for yesterday.
[scoffs]
Seriously.
No, it was, um it was interesting.
And before you ask, I haven't
told mum that you had me
babysitting a murder suspect.
[laughs]
Do you think David Hockney has to do this?
[chuckles] I think he probably does.
With his special van maybe.
How's the Russian infant?
Still sleeping off his hangover?
Sorry for leading your daughter astray.
More likely she led him astray.
Do you fancy coming with me?
I might need a hand at the other end.
Sure.
[phone buzzing]
Hold on. It's Sasha.
Oh. Probably wants his dinner.
Or maybe he's located your missing pig.
Hi, Sasha.
[Sasha]Someone is watching the house.
-Really?
-I am certain.
Sorry. I've gotta go.
[insects chirping]
There was someone there.
I'm telling you. Watching.
I believe you. But it could have
been a hiker, or a birdwatcher.
Ice-cream?
What flavor?
Pistachio.
Hmm. It's my dad's favorite.
Lots of people like pistachio.
No, they don't.
[insects chirping]
It's possible that you might be able to
leave the country, go home.
Is this my dad's idea?
Never mind whose idea it was. It can be done.
Couldn't they make me come back?
No. Russia doesn't allow
its citizens to be extradited.
But then I could be stuck there forever.
And everyone would think that I was guilty.
Yes. But you wouldn't be in jail.
What do you think that I should do?
It has to be your decision.
[instrumental music]
[deep breaths]
[doorknob clatters]
[suspenseful music]
[breathes heavily]
[music continues]
Sasha. Wake up. We've
gotta get out of here now.
-We need to get out.
-What?
[panting]
[Sasha]Okay.
-Come on.
-Oh
[panting]
Did you get a good look at him?
No.
Where are we going?
A place near here where
I keep water and a phone.
We can call the Carabinieri.
Shit.
[dramatic music]
[groans]
Ahh!
[both grunting]
[groans]
[panting]
Ercole!
No.
[insects chirping]
They paid me well.
You betrayed me, Ercole.
You shouldn't have told
me about the second phone.
[speaking in foreign language]
[engine starts]
Just the son of an old friend, huh?
Sylvia, Ercole had a Glock
17. You could have been killed.
But I wasn't, was I?
[sighs]
[instrumental music]
That's the image he wanted me to post.
[music continues]
[Sasha]Who is the other guy?
[Sylvia]Viktor Golubev, I think.
Military attache at the
Russian Embassy in Rome.
This was taken two days before Mario died.
[music continues]
It's what got him killed.
Why did he do it? Why did he confront him?
Ercole must have hired Mario
to start a relationship with you,
and film you together.
But then Mario changed his mind.
I think that's why he wanted you to post
a picture of the two of you.
So that nobody could use his footage
to blackmail you or your father.
But why didn't Mario
post the picture himself?
Because then you might have
left him, and he didn't want that.
[music continues]
So he needed another way out of the deal.
He followed Ercole and filmed him meeting
his Russian paymaster.
Ercole saw him but Mario got away.
Got rid of his phone and
hid the SD card in his jacket.
He gave me the jacket. Wanted me to keep it.
Ercole finally caught
up with him at the park,
after your argument at the club.
He killed him and took his phone.
But it was the wrong phone.
[music continues]
There's another video file.
[Mario]Hey, world.
I've screwed up
and I-I don't know how this is going to end.
This is for you, Sasha.
I'm happy.
I never felt it before,
but I-I feel it with you.
-[sighs]
-[Mario]I love you.
[music continues]
Hey, world.
I've screwed up
and I-I don't know how this is going to end.
This is for you, Sasha.
I want my father to see Mario.
[music continues]
I want him to know who I am.
Then we should give him a call.
[Mario]This is for you, Sasha. I'm happy.
I never felt it before
but I-I feel it with you.
[music continues]
[sighs]
I can't imagine Golubev
came up with it by himself.
True.
But if I bring him down, I will definitely be
sending a message to my enemies.
Thank you, Sylvia.
Glad I could help. Sasha's a good kid.
-He is, isn't he?
-Mmm.
Goodbye, malen'kaya.
[smirks] Goodbye, minister.
Give me a call when you're in
Rome? We could go for ice-cream.
[laughs] It's a date.
[instrumental music]
[music continues]
[music continues]
[music continues]
[pig snorting]
[music continues]
Ecco qua, carissima.
Ah.
[sighs]
Signora,you're a long way from home.
-So is Mimi.
-Huh
What's the penalty for
stealing a pig in Italy?
I didn't steal her. Those
thieving Pendenzas took her.
And I heard they were
about to sell her, so, I grabbed
my shotgun, I went over there,
and asked them nicely to give her back.
-Really?
-Yeah.
Those guys, they're from Ginestra.
Me and Gino, we're from Panicale.
But Ginestra's only three
kilometers up the road.
It is Panicale.
[chuckles] Never.
Me and Gino, we grew up in the same town.
We went to the same school.
And that's why I risked
my life to save his pig.
So why haven't you given her back?
Signora,I was about to give her back.
I was, I-I wanted to give
her something to eat first,
you know, give her a chance to rest.
Mimi didn't find a single truffle
for the Pendenzas, did she?
She won't do anything
unless Gino sings to her.
So they sold her to you, in
case you could do any better.
Signora,how could you say such a thing?
Perhaps because it's true.
But it doesn't matter, does it?
As long as Gino gets his pig back.
[Gino whistling]
[pig snorts]
La-la la-la la ♪
La-la la-la la ♪
La-la la-la la-la la-la la-la la-la ♪
[singing in foreign language]
[Adam] Sylvia.
-Adam.
-All's well that ends well.
What are you doing here?
And since when did you
start quoting Shakespeare?
Well, I thought we'd celebrate.
Oh, people are saying that
you found Gino Zampa's pig.
A pig that was never reported stolen.
[chuckles] Well, you know
how people exaggerate.
Hello. I'm Adam, Sylvia's husband.
Scusi?
Ex-husband. Adam is my ex-husband.
[instrumental music]
Buongiorno, SignorFox.
I'm Giovanni Riva.
Capitano dei Carabinieri.
-Delighted to meet you.
-Mm-hmm.
Er, but it's not Fox. It's Haines.
-I kept my maiden name.
-Hm.
Well, this, um, Millesimato
isn't gonna drink itself, Sylvia.
Capitano,care to join us?
Oh, thank you, but I
must get back to Perugia.
Panicale, obviously, can manage without me.
He seems like a nice chap.
[sighs deeply]
To Sylvia
who always gets her man.
I just wish the man hadn't been Ercole.
Why did you come to me
in the first place, Adam?
Well, because I knew you'd
do a fantastic job, and you did.
Sasha's free, Dimitri's safe.
But he wouldn't have been if I'd agreed
to smuggle Sasha out of the country.
Word would have got around, and Dimitri
would have been out on his ear.
That was a risk we had to take.
A risk you pushed for, very hard.
I thought the British government regarded
Dimitri as a good thing?
Well, let's just say, that we decided it was
time to hedge our bets.
Because if we'd helped
Sasha escape without clearing
his name, you'd win either way, wouldn't you?
Either Dimitri stays, or he goes,
and the service has a hold over him.
You were born for the
service, Sylvia. It's in your blood.
What does that even mean?
You know how the world works.
You're one of the ones who make it work.
Did Felicity write that for you?
No. But she wants you back.
I want you back.
Just leave, Adam. Now.
[instrumental music]
We'll never let you go, Sylvia.
[knocking on door]
[music continues]
Am I interrupting anything?
[chuckles] No.
Are you hungry?
[chuckles]
[singing in foreign language]
[---oOo---]