(gentle music) (gentle music continues) (moped engine rumbling) (gentle music continues) (gentle music continues) (moped engine rumbling) (gentle music continues) - [Raffaella] Sylvia?

- Ciao, Raffaella.

Could you check a license plate for me?

I'll text you the details.

I think I might have an admirer.

(gentle music) Hello.

- Buongiorno.

(gentle music) (gentle music continues) (relaxed music) (relaxed music continues) (relaxed music continues) (relaxed music continues) (music fades) (thoughtful music) (thoughtful music continues) (phone ringing) - Hello?

(caller speaking faintly) Who is this?

(caller speaking faintly) I've told Signora Padovesi she'll get her money, but she needs to be patient.

(caller speaking faintly) No, I'm not in Panicale.

(caller speaking faintly) Don't you dare threaten my family.

(foreboding music) (calm music) - So this is where you've been hiding out.

- Yeah, in my own garden.

Sneaky of me.

- [Sylvia] I know you've been avoiding me.

- Not you.

I saw Dad chatting up Antonella in Panicale yesterday.

- Did he say hello?

- No, he didn't see me.

- [Sylvia] That's very good.

- No, it isn't good or bad yet.

If you're trying to get round me, you'll have to do better than that.

How are the two of you getting on?

- It's weird.

Sometimes it feels like I've known him all my life, then suddenly he's a stranger again.

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

- Maybe.

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

- Great!

How long is she staying?

- Just a few days.

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

- Don't you think Alice should meet her grandfather?

- Oh, my God.

You sound just like Matteo!

- Let's all go out to dinner tomorrow night.

Il Baccanale, my treat.

- You won't get a table.

(gentle music) (engine rumbling) - [Sylvia] Giovanni, what a nice surprise.

- For your olive grove.

- It's lovely!

But I don't have an olive grove.

- You do now.

- Sylvia, uh, is anything wrong?

I haven't seen you since Villa Rossa.

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

I was going to call you.

- Hello, Capitano.

We meet again.

- Signor Priest.

- No.

His name is actually Henry Fox.

He's my father.

(thoughtful music) (thoughtful music continues) (camera clicking) (thoughtful music continues) - Sylvia, last week, on a murder scene, I met Michael Priest.

This week you tell me his name is Henry Fox and he's your father?

- I know it must seem strange.

- Strange?

(Giovanni speaking Italian) - Giovanni, this is a good thing.

It's like I've found a piece of myself that I didn't know was missing.

(Giovanni sighs) - Just be careful.

- We're all going out to dinner tomorrow, Alice and Antonella too.

Why don't you come?

- Thank you, but I can't.

- That's a shame.

- See you soon.

Ciao.

(gentle music) (engine rumbling) - I hope I didn't make things too awkward with your friend.

- He was surprised to see you, understandably.

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

I'm gonna head off first thing in the morning.

- Because of Giovanni?

- No, no, no.

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

- But I've just arranged for us to have dinner with Isabel and Matteo.

- Isabel agreed to that?

- Alice will be there.

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

- More important than meeting your granddaughter?

- Sorry, some other time.

(gentle music) (gentle music continues) - [Sylvia] Henry?

(car whooshing) (tires screeching) (car horn blaring) (car horn blaring) (tense music) (engine rumbling) (tires screeching) - Sylvia?

(tense music) (tense music continues) Sylvia?

Sylvia!

(tense music continues) (tense music continues) (music fades) - I thought you were leaving this morning.

- Sylvia's disappeared.

- What?

- I think somebody's taken her.

- Taken her?

What do you mean, "taken her"?

- There was a van, and her phone was lying in the road.

- Right.

And have you called the carabinieri?

- No, uh... No, not yet.

(Isabel sighs) - Si, Capitano Riva, per favore.

Si, si.

Grazie.

(tense music) (tense music continues) (phone buzzing) - Hello?

- Who's this?

- [Henry] My name is Henry Fox.

I'm Sylvia's father.

- And why do you have her phone?

- I found it outside her house.

Look, who are you?

Are you a friend of Sylvia's?

- Maybe.

Where is she?

- I don't know, she's disappeared.

- Dio, I should have called her before.

- Why?

Did something happen?

- I can't talk right now.

Just bring me her phone, so at least I can check her messages.

- [Henry] What?

You know her password?

- No, but it's not a problem.

- Uh, look, I have to go.

If you know something, tell me now.

- No.

Meet me at Gelateria del Castellani in Perugia, two o'clock.

Sit outside and read a newspaper.

Don't tell anyone.

- No, no, look, just... (phone beeping) - [Isabel] Let's go.

(tense music) - So, you heard the sound of the horn, and then you saw the van drive away?

- Yes.

- Okay.

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

- No.

- [Giovanni] And what time was this?

- [Henry] Around 7:30.

- There is a tire mark, but no sign of a crash.

- What, do you think I'm making this up?

- No, no, Signor Fox, but you don't know Sylvia very well, do you?

Sometimes she goes away without warning.

- Nobody just leaves without saying goodbye.

- Some people do.

- Her car is still here!

- And you found her phone on the road.

(thoughtful music) - Do you know her passcode?

- No.

- [Roberta] Well, I'll give it to our tech guys.

They might be able to open it.

- I doubt it.

(foreboding music) (foreboding music continues) - [Henry] I couldn't see the driver, but the van was a white Fiat Ducato 10.

No signage or livery, registration DP507GF.

- You took a picture of the license plate?

- No, but the number's correct.

- Has anyone made any threats to Sylvia?

- Not that I know of, no.

- No, no.

- What aren't you telling us?

- It's not important.

It's a misunderstanding about some money with a client of mine.

- And what does that have to do with Sylvia?

- Nothing.

It's just that a man rang yesterday and was rather unpleasant.

- And?

- He knew I was staying here.

Or in Panicale, anyway.

- Oh, my God.

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

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

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

- You'd be wasting your time, Capitano, and we need to find Sylvia.

- The name, please.

- Greta Padovesi.

She lives in Rome, the Via Messalina.

- The van belongs to a printer in Citta della Pieve.

It was reported stolen one hour ago.

(Giovanni speaking Italian) (Roberta speaking Italian) - Wait, wait, there is one other possibility.

Sylvia has made some enemies since she's been here, hasn't she?

- Really?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

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

- How so?

- Well, she found a woman who'd been missing for 20 years, and a stolen pig, and- - That's hardly grounds for a vendetta, surely?

- Oh, there were other cases more serious.

A very bad guy Sylvia helped to put away.

Richelmo Gregori.

(Giovanni speaking Italian) - You'll keep us updated?

- Of course.

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

- Nothing.

- We will find her.

(Giovanni speaking Italian) (Roberta speaking Italian) (foreboding music) (foreboding music continues) (door creaking) (foreboding music continues) (foreboding music continues) - But you're dead.

(foreboding music continues) (gate clanging) (keys jingling) (engine rumbling) - Does the Capitano know what Sylvia used to do for a living?

- He's not stupid.

I expect he's worked it out, like I did.

Are you suggesting someone from Sylvia's past has tracked her down and abducted her?

- That's precisely what I'm suggesting.

I, um... I was in the same game a long time ago.

- What game are you in now?

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

- You'd be surprised.

- I'm going home.

You coming?

- Thanks, but I have some calls to make.

(mysterious music) (light buzzing) (mysterious music continues) (horn blaring) (horn blaring) - Hello?

(Sylvia groaning) (horn blaring) Are you okay?

- Oh!

Oh, God!

No!

No!

(ominous music) (Sylvia groaning) (Sylvia gasping) (Sylvia panting) (Sylvia panting) (ominous music) (light buzzing) (Sylvia panting) (ominous music) (phone ringing) - [MI6 agent] Hello, how can I help?

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

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

- I'm not familiar with that term, sir, and I'm afraid I can't confirm the names of personnel.

- Felicity Morris' position as head of the Service is a matter of public record.

I'm a former colleague of hers.

- [MI6 agent] What's the nature of the emergency, sir?

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

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

I'm in Italy, so is she.

Or at least, she should be.

- Can you hold on a moment, please?

(energetic classical music) (Henry sighs) There's no agent of that name currently active on His Majesty's Service.

- I didn't say she was currently active.

- You're saying you and your daughter were both former agents?

- Yes.

- Have you reported her disappearance to the Italian police?

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

You need to get someone out here immediately!

- [MI6 agent] I'm afraid that isn't an option, Mr Fox.

Best to leave this to the local force.

Hopefully, they'll find your daughter soon.

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

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

- Goodbye, sir.

- But wait!

- Mm.

Morning.

- Hello, darling.

Did you sleep well?

- Like a baby.

Always do here.

What's the matter?

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

- That's nothing new, is it?

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

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

Sylvia can take care of herself.

Mm, I told Antonella we'd meet her at the cafe in the piazza at 11, if that's okay?

- Yeah, yeah, that's fine.

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

- Yeah, sure.

Fine.

- Mm, I thought he was leaving this morning?

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

- Yeah, he was, but he changed his mind.

- Oh, okay.

(mysterious music) (mysterious music continues) (knuckles rapping) (mysterious music continues) (mysterious music continues) - Okay, grazie.

Ciao.

- Capitano?

(Giovanni speaking Italian) (Roberta speaking Italian) (Giovanni speaking Italian) (Giovanni speaking Italian) (mysterious music) (mysterious music continues) (gun clicking) (mysterious music continues) (gun thudding) (mysterious music continues) (mysterious music continues) (music stops) (Sylvia groans) (Sylvia panting) (Sylvia shuffling) (Sylvia panting) - Hello!

Hello!

(Sylvia speaking Italian) (energetic music) (energetic music continues) - Buongiorno.

- Buongiorno.

Are you Raffaella?

- You have Sylvia's phone?

- I had to give it to the carabinieri.

- Wait here.

(energetic music) - Thank you, but, uh... - Take it.

You're in a gelateria, you eat gelato.

What's going on?

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

- Are the carabinieri looking for her?

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

You said, "You should have called earlier."

Why?

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

She had seen it around too often, you understand?

It belongs to Hotel Sereno, near Trasimeno.

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

- Thank you.

- What will you do now?

- Find out who's been using that moped.

(thoughtful music) (thoughtful music continues) (doors creaking) (elevator squeaking) (elevator rumbling) (Giovanni speaking Italian) - No.

(Giovanni speaking Italian) (Greta speaking Italian) (Greta speaking Italian) (Giovanni speaking Italian) (Greta speaking Italian) (Giovanni speaking Italian) (Greta speaking Italian) (Roberta speaking Italian) (Greta speaking Italian) (Giovanni speaking Italian) (Greta speaking Italian) (Roberta speaking Italian) (Greta speaking Italian) (mysterious music) (Sylvia groaning) (Sylvia grunting) (Sylvia grunting) (Sylvia panting) (Sylvia grunting) (Sylvia sighing) (lock rattling) (mysterious music) (Sylvia panting) (doorman speaking Italian) (Roberta speaking Italian) (doorman sighs) - "Panicale is a beautiful place, and your daughter's house is very nice."

(Giovanni speaking Italian) (doorman speaking Italian) (Roberta speaking Italian) (doorman speaking Italian) (Giovanni speaking Italian) (Roberta speaking Italian) (Giovanni speaking Italian) (Roberta speaking Italian) (Giovanni speaking Italian) (Sylvia panting) (mysterious music) (gate clanking) (foreboding music) (door thudding) (foreboding music) (footsteps shuffling) (lock rattling) (ominous music) - Who are you?

- Bit late for that game now, Sylvia.

(ominous music) - How did you find me?

- I still have some contacts.

- I must be getting careless.

But the accident was a nice touch.

- Trying to do the right thing, it's always been your weakness.

- I thought you died in Matara.

- You thought right.

Graham Conway was killed in a prison fight.

I'm someone else now.

- Clever.

That must have cost you.

- It was the only way out of that stinking jail.

The jail you put me in!

- I just did my job.

You were stealing from the Mataran people.

- From their rulers, perhaps.

The people wouldn't have seen a penny.

- You know that's not true.

The profits from the mines funded health and education programs.

- Very commendable.

Did you give your pal the same lecture?

- What pal?

- Richard Vaughan.

- The journalist?

- So he claimed.

- What do you mean?

- Vaughan worked for me, and I think he was one of you lot.

- Was the scheme Vaughan's idea?

- It was mine, from start to finish.

I shipped the goods out to Vaughan in Kondulu, and he sold them on.

The bastard disappeared while I was inside, taking $10 million of my money with him.

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

- No, but he didn't just leave Kondulu.

He disappeared, vanished.

As only a spook can.

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

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

- How else would you have known about the operation?

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

Where's my money, Sylvia?

- I don't know!

He didn't tell me about the smuggling, let alone offer me a cut!

- I just need to know Richard Vaughan's real name, and where he is now.

- I have no idea!

I barely knew the man.

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

- I understand you have to say that.

Maybe take some time to think things over.

A night or two down here, all alone in the dark, who knows what you might remember?

(ominous music) (gate clanking) (lock rattling) (ominous music continues) (Sylvia sighs) (mysterious music) (mysterious music continues) (Sylvia sighing) (thoughtful music) (thoughtful music continues) (Sylvia panting) (thoughtful music continues) (thoughtful music continues) (thoughtful music continues) (moped engine rumbling) (thoughtful music continues) (moped engine rumbling) (camera clicking) (thoughtful music continues) - Bingo.

(thoughtful music continues) - Okay, grazie.

(Giovanni speaking Italian) (Roberta speaking Italian) (Giovanni speaking Italian) (Roberta speaking Italian) (Giovanni speaking Italian) (Roberta speaking Italian) (Giovanni speaking Italian) (Roberta speaking Italian) (Giovanni speaking Italian) (Roberta speaking Italian) (Roberta speaking Italian) - Grazie.

(engine rumbling) (engine rumbling) (door thumping) - Um... You must be Alice?

- [Alice] Yeah.

- I'm Henry.

Your grandfather.

- Yeah.

No, I've heard a lot about you.

- Oh, dear.

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

(Alice exhales sharply) - Uh, what, so you're... What, you're here on holiday, are you?

- Yeah, yeah.

No, um, just for a few days, so... How about you?

- Uh... Bit of a long story.

Yeah, um... Is your mother about?

- Yes, she's on the terrace.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

So it's just through there and then up the stairs for the terrace.

- Right, stairs, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Alice said I'd find you up here.

- You've met?

- Well, briefly.

(chuckles) She's lovely.

Lovely!

- Any news?

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

I might have a lead.

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

- No, absolutely not.

No, if this is someone from Sylvia's past, he's likely to be highly trained and completely ruthless.

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

Or worse.

- Worse?

- Well, disappeared, leaving her somewhere she won't be found.

- What's going on?

What's happened to Sylvia?

(thoughtful music) (thoughtful music continues) (music fades) - Alice, do you know that Sylvia used to be a spy?

- I mean, I don't know, but, well, she has a gun and mad self-defense skills, so I thought it had to be something like that.

- She used to work for MI6, and we think someone she encountered back then may be behind her disappearance.

- No, you think that.

I'm sorry, but it's also possible that she's been abducted by someone whom your grandfather owes money to.

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

Now, if I'm right and Sylvia's disappearance has any connection to her old life, then this is something we have to handle ourselves.

- What, us?

- Mm-hm.

- How?

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

- Mum?

- Don't be silly, darling.

(scoffs) It's... - (gasps) Okay.

So what happens now?

- We need to find out who the chap on the moped is and whether he's our man.

- Sorry, what moped?

(thoughtful music) (Sylvia groans) (thoughtful music) (thoughtful music continues) (thoughtful music continues) - Oh, damn!

(thoughtful music continues) (Sylvia groans) (Sylvia sighs) (thoughtful music continues) (Sylvia groans) (thoughtful music continues) (thoughtful music continues) (lantern scraping) (thoughtful music continues) (thoughtful music continues) (tense music) (lock rattling) (thoughtful music) (thoughtful music continues) (hands thumping) Help!

(Sylvia panting) (thoughtful music continues) (music fades) - [Alice] Well, I think it'll work.

- Yeah, except for one thing.

I should be the one to go, not you.

- Why do you think that?

- Someone will have seen you there today.

You go back tomorrow asking questions, they'll start to wonder.

- No one noticed me, I guarantee.

- I'm sure you were a good spy, but I doubt you were invisible, Henry, even in your prime.

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

- Okay, yeah.

Um, are you staying?

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

- Then I will.

Thank you.

I'm not letting you put yourself in danger.

(Isabel scoffs) - It's a bit late to start acting like the protective father now, isn't it?

Look.

Are you sure this is the right thing to do?

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

- I'm not sure I'll succeed, Isabel, but I have to try.

You don't have to get involved.

- Yes, I do.

If it's our only way of finding Sylvia.

She'd do the same for me.

In that case, I need to teach you a few things.

(mysterious music) (Sylvia sighs) (mysterious music continues) (mysterious music continues) (mysterious music continues) (barrel rattling) (Sylvia sighs) (hands thudding) (barrel thudding) (mysterious music continues) (Sylvia grunts) (Sylvia groans) (mysterious music continues) (Sylvia panting) (mysterious music continues) (lock rattling) (metal scraping) (tense music) (slick music) (slick music continues) (slick music continues) - Buongiorno, signora.

- Buongiorno.

I have a reservation in the name of Ford.

F-O-R-D.

- Ford.

Welcome to the Hotel Sereno, Signora Ford.

Room 207, on the second floor.

Is this your first visit to Umbria?

- No.

In fact, I'm hoping to revisit some old haunts.

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

- We have only one.

Let me check if it's available.

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

Would you like me to reserve it for you?

- Mm, mm-mm.

I'll get back to you on that.

- Okay.

- There is one other thing.

Do you happen to have a copy of "la Repubblica"?

- I think so.

Let me check.

(slick music) Here it is.

- Grazie.

- You're welcome.

Have a nice day.

- Thank you!

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

- Signora Padovesi.

I owe you an apology.

- You owe me a great deal more than that!

- I did warn you the process might be complex.

You will get your money, I assure you, but I need more time.

- You sent the carabinieri to my home.

That was risky, wasn't it?

- [Henry] I had no choice.

My daughter's missing.

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

Get me my money, or I will make sure that no-one in Rome does business with you again!

(Giovanni speaking Italian) - Si?

Okay.

(Roberta speaking Italian) (Giovanni speaking Italian) (Roberta speaking Italian) - The moped is rented to a man called Nick Wallis.

He's got it until tomorrow night.

- Well done.

Have you got into his room yet?

- Give me a chance!

- [Henry] Let's speak later.

I'm on my way to Rome.

- Why are you going there?

- To make use of the information you've so cleverly acquired for me, darling.

(engine rumbling) (gentle music) (Giovanni speaking Italian) (Roberta speaking Italian) (Giovanni speaking Italian) - Si, Capitano.

(ominous music) (ominous music continues) (slick music) (slick music continues) (slick music continues) - [Diner] Grazie.

(slick music continues) (elevator bell chiming) - All okay?

You ready?

(elevator bell chiming) (door thudding) (slick music) - Hm, right.

Where to, um... Hm.

Yeah.

Hmm.

(slick music) (hotel guests speaking faintly) (lock clunking) - [Sabine] I'm sorry, darling.

I'm really sorry.

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

- I can't see it.

Call my mobile, please.

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

I'm just too relaxed.

- It's ringing.

(phone buzzing) - Voila.

(chuckles) - [Nick] Mm!

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

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

Hm?

- Very tempting, but the poor guy is waiting for us.

We should go back.

- Aww.

- Come on.

Come on!

- You're too good for me.

(door thuds) (thoughtful music) (thoughtful music continues) (thoughtful music continues) - Ah!

Grazie.

(thoughtful music continues) - Henry!

- Hello, Miriam.

So glad to find you still in action.

- Well, half the top brass have forgotten I'm here, and the other half are too scared to tell me to retire.

(both chuckling) What can I do for you?

- I need a favor.

You know I have a daughter, Sylvia?

- In Beirut, last I heard.

And then something about a career break?

- That's right.

She's living in Italy at the moment.

- [Miriam] Ah.

- She disappeared yesterday.

Snatched from outside her house in Umbria and driven away in a stolen van.

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

- Absolutely.

- Have you been in touch with Vauxhall Cross?

- (chuckles) I've tried.

- Let me guess, some callow teenager on work experience hung up on you?

- No, he was perfectly polite, but he obviously thought I was some kind of fantasist.

- We're a pair of fossils, you and I. Have you alerted the carabinieri?

- They're investigating.

But I have a lead, and I don't think it would be wise to share it with them.

- But you'd like to share it with me?

- Oh, yes, please.

- [Miriam] Who is he?

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

He's staying at the Hotel Sereno near Castiliogne del Lago under the name Nick Wallis.

- I'll get the picture run through our system and see what that yields.

(ominous music) (metal scraping) (Sylvia sighs) (mysterious music) (door thudding) (mysterious music) (zip tie hissing) (door thudding) (Sylvia panting) (ominous music) (footsteps shuffling) (door clanking) (door creaking) (ominous music) (ominous music continues) - [Graham] Want some?

- No, thank you.

(gentle ominous music) (gentle ominous music continues) - There's food too.

- I'm not hungry.

- Liar.

(food wrappers rustling) I'm not gonna poison you, Sylvia.

- The carabinieri will be searching for me.

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

- I doubt it.

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

(ominous music) (ominous music continues) (Graham scoffs) (bright relaxed music) (bright relaxed music continues) - Oh!

Oh!

God!

Oh, God!

- Are you okay?

- Yes.

It's my own fault.

I couldn't resist these shoes.

- They are very chic.

- Yes, but not very practical.

Oh!

Do you mind if I just- - No, of course.

- catch my breath.

(Isabel sighs) - My name is Sabine.

- Arabella.

- Nice to meet you.

- And you.

(chuckles) (gentle ominous music) (Graham sighs) - So... Have you had a chance to think about things?

- What's there to think about?

- Come on, Sylvia.

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

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

- Well, you can't.

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

- Did you know Richard Vaughan was American?

- He didn't sound like a Yank to me.

- His father worked for some big oil company, and he grew up in London.

- And?

- Vaughan didn't tell me about the smuggling, and he definitely wasn't MI6, but he could have been CIA.

Even if he wasn't, the Agency might have had its own reasons to help him disappear.

- Yeah, well, this is all very interesting, but I need his real name.

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

- Enough!

Enough.

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

(ominous music) - His name was Ryan Erikson.

His family came from Minnesota.

That's all I know.

- You better be telling the truth.

(ominous music) (ominous music continues) (door clanging) (lock rattling) (door creaking) (door thudding) (Sylvia sighing) (mysterious music) (mysterious music continues) (Sylvia groans) (mysterious music continues) (Sylvia groans) - Come on.

(Sylvia groans) Yes.

(mysterious music) Oh, yes.

(hopeful music) - Mm.

A proper cup of tea.

- Fortnum's loose leaf.

It's the only thing I miss about Britain.

I get it sent out in the diplomatic bag.

(computer chiming) Oh, here we are.

Nicholas Jacob Wallis entered the country three weeks ago on a South African passport.

Hm, that's not good.

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

- Why is Conway on your system?

- He's a former British military intelligence officer.

- Former?

What is he now?

- Dead.

He went rogue and was killed in a prison fight.

Allegedly.

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

- No, she'd moved on by then.

But she was there a few years earlier when Conway was convicted.

- What was he done for?

- (sighs) Running a mineral-smuggling operation.

He was suspected of the murder of two mine workers.

- Christ.

- But there wasn't enough evidence to charge him.

- [Miriam] That's odd.

- [Henry] What?

- Well, I'm trying to see who else of ours was in the region at the time, but the system keeps blocking me.

- Black ops?

- Yes, perhaps.

Is there anything else I can do to help?

- Just a few bits and pieces from the stationery cupboard, if you'd be so kind?

- (sighs) That's quite a shopping list.

- [Henry] Mm.

- I shall need it all back.

- [Henry] Of course.

- Don't do anything foolish, Henry.

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

The first of many, I hope.

Nick is a great guy.

- Mm, and where is he, this wonderful boyfriend of yours?

I can't wait to meet him.

- He's gone hiking.

Wants to get fit again after three weeks of indulgence.

- [Isabel] You've been here three weeks?

- It was meant to be 10 days, but Nick's schedule changed and he said we should stay longer.

- Hm.

- [Sabine] Are you here with your partner?

- No, I'm on my own.

I'm celebrating my divorce.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Don't be.

I'm well rid.

(phone chiming) Excuse me.

(laughs) Oh!

Hello?

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

- Oh, hi, Nick!

- Thank you so much.

Yes, I'll be there right away.

I must go.

Thank you for being so adorable.

- It was good to meet you, Arabella.

See you later, maybe?

Hey.

- Hey!

Who was that?

- A nice woman who is staying here.

- Oh.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

(tense music) (tense music continues) (phone buzzing) - Capitano Riva.

Any news?

(Sylvia sighing) - This one.

(tense music) Come on.

- The van was abandoned here, next to the border with Tuscany and the autostrada, so Sylvia could be hundreds of kilometers away by now.

- Or she could be just up the road.

- Yes, which is why our officers are searching the immediate area.

- (sighs) Okay, I'm sorry, was there something else?

Because I should be getting back to Panicale.

- I must ask you again, sir.

If there is a chance that Sylvia's disappearance has anything to do with one of your business dealings, tell me now.

- So you can harass my other clients?

- I promise you, there's nothing to tell.

- What exactly is your business, Signor Fox?

- I'm an art historian.

I advise collectors and dealers.

As I was doing for Lee Hamilton at Villa Rossa.

- Where you went by the name of Michael Priest.

Why was that?

- I prefer to keep my private and professional lives separate.

- The laws in Italy governing the sale of art are very strict, you know.

- I'm well aware of that.

Capitano Riva, why are we wasting time talking about my work when we should be looking for my daughter?

- We?

For Sylvia's sake, I hope you're not trying to conduct your own investigation.

(Henry laughs) - I'm an old man in a foreign country.

What could I possibly do?

- Serious damage, if you try to play the hero.

What can you tell me about Sylvia's life before she moved to Italy?

- She's told me very little.

You too, I imagine.

- Our secret services might be able to assist, but they won't, unless I have more information.

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

Arrivederci.

(mysterious music) - [Isabel] So, how does someone come back from the dead?

- With the right help and enough money, it's not that hard to fake your own death.

- Sabine said that she'd never met his family.

They've only been together for a few months.

- Very convenient.

- Please get in touch with Riva.

Please, please.

This man is a killer and a soldier.

We can't fight him on our own.

- It's the only way we can fight him.

Conway is still at the hotel, so Sylvia's not going to be far away.

And if he and his girlfriend are leaving tomorrow evening, he has to make his final move either tonight or in the morning.

- Why can't we call the carabinieri to keep him under surveillance?

- And what then?

- Look, supposing Conway doesn't realize and leads them to Sylvia, they'll go in mob-handed with an armed response unit.

Now, they may get Conway, but there's no guarantee that Sylvia will come out alive.

- So... What are we going to do?

(sobs) - We'll get her back, Izzy.

We will.

(thoughtful music) (Sylvia gasps) (thoughtful music continues) (Sylvia gasps) (door thuds) (Sylvia pants) - Oh, no!

(Sylvia pants) - [Alice] Just take me instead.

I'll be more use than Mum.

- Why do you think so?

- Well, I'm younger.

I've got better eyesight, I can run faster.

- It's not quite as simple as that.

- Okay.

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

- You're staying here.

I'll message you once an hour.

- What am I supposed to tell Matteo?

- I don't know.

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

Just pretend you've gone to bed.

Just writing him a note saying that I'm spending the night at Sylvia's.

- Well, he's gonna find that weird.

- Probably.

I'll explain in the morning.

And I bet you can't run faster.

(Alice scoffs) (thoughtful music) (thoughtful music continues) (engine rumbling) (thoughtful music continues) (thoughtful music continues) (thoughtful music continues) (Isabel sighs) - Tracker's on.

- Conway and Sabine are back in their room.

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

Make yourself comfortable.

It's going to be a long night.

(thoughtful music) (thoughtful music continues) (door clicks) (thoughtful music continues) (thoughtful music continues) (music fades) - See you later.

I love you.

- Huh, what's happening?

- He's on the move.

(tense music) (tense music continues) (tense music continues) Damn it.

He's gone back into the hotel.

I hope to God he hasn't seen us.

- Right, I'm gonna go and have a closer look.

(door thuds) (tense music) Are you there?

It's a bread van.

The driver's taking the bread inside.

Oh, my God.

Conway's back.

(ominous music) He's stealing the van!

(tires squealing) Henry!

(Isabel sighs) (phone ringing) Hello?

(ominous music) (engine roaring) - Matteo?

Matteo!

- Hey, Alice.

- We need to go get Mum!

- From Sylvia's house?

- No, no.

- Hey, hey, Alice!

What the hell is going on?

- Just get dressed and then come with me.

I'll explain on the way, okay?

Just come on, now!

(tense music) (engine roaring) (engine rumbling) (tense music) - Come on!

Your whole family is crazy!

- His plan was a good one.

- So why didn't you tell me about it?

Just get in.

- Go!

I'm tracking him.

(tense music) (engine roaring) (engine rumbling) (tense music) (music fades) (door clanging) (ominous music) - [Graham] Hey!

(Sylvia screams) (Sylvia groaning) (Sylvia gasping) (gun clicks) - [Graham] You're not going anywhere.

(tense music) (engine rumbling) (tense music continues) (tense music continues) (drone buzzing) - According to his CIA file, Ryan Erikson was killed in a car crash in Nigeria three years ago.

But you already knew that.

- I swear, I didn't!

- I know you spooks stick together.

But why are you still protecting Richard Vaughan?

- Why not?

You're gonna kill me anyway, aren't you?

- You know I have to.

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

- Where did you get that?

- From the jewelry box in your sister's bedroom.

(Sylvia gasps) - Isabel had nothing to do with this!

- Granted.

She'll be dead by the end of the day, unless you tell me Vaughan's real name.

(tense music) - You were right.

Richard Vaughan was MI6.

His real name is Adam Haines.

- You're sure about that?

- [Sylvia] Yes.

- And why should I believe you?

- I used to be married to him.

- (scoffs) Well, well, well.

Come on.

- Where are we going?

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

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

And he used to lie to me all the time.

- Yeah, well, I'll be sure to give him your regards when we catch up.

(Graham groans) (Graham grunting) (gunshot booming) (gunshot booming) (Sylvia screaming) (Graham groaning) (tense music) (Sylvia panting) (Graham groaning) (tense music) (Sylvia panting) (gunshots booming) (gunshot booming) (somber music) (Sylvia panting) (somber music continues) (somber music continues) - He's dead.

(Sylvia panting) Are you okay?

(Sylvia sobbing) It's all right.

- Hey.

You're okay.

You're okay.

You're okay.

Okay.

(Sylvia sobbing) (somber music) (somber music continues) - [Matteo] Give me the gun.

- No, you'd best not touch it.

- I have to, if I'm going to say I fired the shot.

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

And you... Just give me the gun.

- Let him do it.

- Thanks, Matteo, but there's no need.

I'm just going to go.

Give me a 10-minute start, then call the carabinieri.

Tell them you found Conway dead and Sylvia in shock.

Sylvia will say I shot Conway, then took off.

I'll take this with me.

(delicate music) Thank you, Izzy.

Thank you so much.

- [Isabel] Dad.

- Take care, my darling.

- You too.

- Alice.

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

- What?

- None of the things that make a good human being.

(delicate music) - Henry!

Thank you!

- [Alice] Will he be okay?

- He'll be fine.

(door thuds) (engine rumbling) - He knows how to disappear.

(engine rumbling) (delicate music) Grazie, Matteo.

I think it will be fine.

- Okay.

I'll be right there.

(carabinieri speaking faintly) - You're sure you never saw him before?

- He was going to kill me.

Do you know his name?

- Nick Wallis is the name on his driver's license.

Does it mean anything to you?

I don't believe you, Sylvia, but I don't care, because I'm just so glad you're safe.

(delicate music) - Thanks.

(delicate music continues) (delicate music continues) (delicate music continues) (delicate music continues) - [Phone] The person you're calling is not available.

Please leave a message after the tone.

- Hi, Adam.

A dead man tried to kill me.

He wanted to know what you did with his $10 million.

I'd like to know too.

(delicate music) (delicate music continues) (delicate music continues) (delicate music continues) (delicate music continues) (delicate music continues) (delicate music continues) (delicate music continues) (delicate music continues) - [Giovanni] Sylvia?

(delicate music continues) (delicate music continues) (delicate music continues) (delicate music continues) (delicate music continues) (delicate music continues) (delicate music continues) (delicate music continues) (music fades)