Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (2012–…): Season 3, Episode 3 - Murder and Mozzarella - full transcript

No, no, no!

And there are new rules
you will need to abide by.

New doctrines to accept.

Hugh. Ahem.

Ah, yes. Amen, sir. Father.

And are you willing and
able and freely consenting

to all that this conversion entails?

I do. I am. Yes.

It is a very solemn choice.
Not one to be taken lightly.

Yes, Father. Dot made that very
clear when she made me come here.

Asked me to come.



Father! Father! Father,
you must come quick.

It's Nonna Luisa. I think
somebody kill her.

Killed her? Where is she?

~ In the restaurant.
~ Show me.

Show me. Stay, Father.

This is how I find her, like this.

~ She's your mother?
~ Mother-in-law.

~ Someone else was definitely here.
~ And they left by the back door.

You can see the bruises coming up.

They definitely held
her by the throat.

I beg your pardon? Did
you just say 'Camorra'?

I say nothing. Silenzio.

Father O'Leary has a telephone at
the church. I'll call Miss Fisher.

No, Dottie, we have
to call the inspector.



~ Let's call them both.
~ But I'm calling the inspector first.

It's my church, Hugh, I do the flowers.
You're not even confirmed.

Ladies first.

Excellent timing, Jack.

Although it's fair to say I did
have a little further to travel.

Miss Fisher.

Inspector Robinson, this is
very bad business. Very bad.

Please come.

But I wasn't sure if
the marks on her neck

were from bruises or livor mortis.

Because she's face-up, it's
more likely to be bruising.

Trust your first instincts, Dot.

Your nonna would like you to be
strong, like she was strong, uh?

I'm Phryne Fisher, private detective.
I'm so sorry for your loss.

Grazie. Thank you, Miss Fisher.

~ I was...
~ Guido.

Do you have any idea who
might be behind this?

Excuse me? Those bastard
put a fire in my restaurant.

Kill my wife. And you ask me
who do this to Nonna Luisa?

Perhaps we could have
a more private chat.

Constable, if you could
take a statement.

You know it'll do no
good - just like before.

I'll take care of it, Guido. Please.

Jack... I can't help feeling I'm
missing half of this conversation.

And I'm happy to keep it
that way, Miss Fisher.

What do you think that was about?

The man did say something earlier.
It was an Italian word.

Hugh seemed to know what it meant.

~ It was cam-something. Cama...
~ 'Camorra'?

That's the word, yes.

It's a very old Italian
secret society.

Is that like a social club?

It's a little more dangerous
than your average social club.

Jack, you didn't think

I'd be frightened off
by the Camorra, did you?

No, I knew you'd be drawn to
it like a moth to a flame -

that's why I'm keeping you out of it.

You have no idea how ruthless
these people can be.

Papa, we're gonna have to
turn customers away tonight.

Of all the times.

It's the festival of
the Madonna, isn't it?

Yes, that's right. It's the
biggest night of the year.

People come from everywhere
to eat Nonna's food.

And this year she was making special
dish, one she not make before.

Guido?

~ Guido?
~ Uh, scusa.

I've seen you before... at church.

Dorothy Williams.
Miss Fisher and I...

Work together. Why
don't you let us help?

Thank you. Thank you.

Poor Nonna. This will be
the end of our restaurant.

You don't cook yourself, Marianna?

Not like Nonna. The dishes she
cooked came from the old country.

Special, traditional dishes. I helped
her prepare them, that's all.

Were you helping her today?

Nonna had sent me on an errand,
we were out of butter.

If I'd been here...

You might be with your nonna now.

Your father won't say a word.

But if you know who did this...

I know. We all know. It's no mystery.

Marianna, enough.

You have to speak up.

Somebody has to do something
or nothing will change.

Don't worry, Miss Fisher.
Something will be done.

But, Papa.

Papa, no! Please.

Do you know where he's going?

Your father has a gun and will
get into serious trouble

unless I can stop him.

~ Where?!
~ There's been a feud with another restaurant.

~ The name.
~ Strano's.

Ciao, Jack. Good to see you.

~ Concetta.
~ Si.

~ Concetta. Va bene?
~ Bene.

So early tonight. But your
table is always waiting.

~ Grazie.
~ Let me take your coat.

See, I know what you like.

How have you been, Concetta?

Oh. Every day it gets
a little easier.

I need to ask some questions.

Is this why you come here tonight?
Not to see me but to ask questions?

You heard about Nonna Luisa?

How long you been coming here, Jack?

You know us, you know we
hate the Carbone family.

So, something happens,
you come straight here.

Who do you think did it?
My father? My brother?

~ Vincenzo?
~ Si.

Vieni qui.

Hi.

Gianni wants to ask you question
about the Carbone woman.

Mm. That family. Whatever happens
to them, they deserve.

Who make my sister a widow? Eh?

You know, Jack, the Carbones did
that, but you not catch the killer.

~ Vincenzo.
~ Si.

Jack, be careful, he's got a gun!

You kill Nonna Luisa.

Confess! You tell everybody
here what you done!

~ Che dici?
~ You kill Nonna Luisa!

Guido, please, this is
only making things worse.

No! How can it be worse? Huh?

My restaurant is finished. That's
what you want all along!

~ Give me the gun.
~ No.

Who's next, uh? Your
sister? My daughter?

This feud is gonna end, Inspector.
Now I'm gonna end it.

Ma sei pazzo!

You, to the station with me NOW!

~ He kill Nonna Luisa. You arrest me?!
~ I told you I'd take care of this!

I can see how you take care.
Eat with them, drink with them.

Everyone will be questioned,
Guido. Vincenzo, you too.

To the station. Go.

Everybody, it's nothing.

That pazzo tries to shoot
me. And I'm the criminal?

The Carbones are being dealt with.

But Guido should be charged.
And not just for this.

But for what he did to Fabrizi.

~ Who's Fabrizi?
~ My sister's husband.

Gunned down in cold blood. And
for what? Ask Guido who shot him.

Where were you this
afternoon, Mr Strano?

~ I went to the pictures.
~ Can anyone confirm that?

Why don't you ask Al Jolson, eh?

It was just me and him and
a few hundred other people.

Aspetta.

Heh.

Do you believe him?

Well, if he murdered Nonna Luisa,

I'm surprised he didn't
work out a better alibi.

You can see why last year's
investigation didn't get very far.

How did this whole mess start?

As far as I can tell,
a man named Fabrizi

tried to burn down
Carbone's restaurant.

And did Fabrizi have
links to the Camorra?

A week later he was gunned
down in plain sight

of at least ten witnesses,

but none of them saw a thing.

And this Fabrizi, he was the husband
of the woman at the restaurant,

the one who was, um, brushing
down your jacket?

Concetta.

She seemed to know you quite well.

She's an old friend. I believe
that's a term I've heard used.

Stop. Enough. Both of you!

Per favore, continuate.

They were saying something about
an incident at the docks.

If I'm not mistaken,

whatever happened at the docks
started this whole feud.

Eh.

~ It's OK. It's OK.
~ Papa.
~ I'm fine. I'm fine.

~ No thanks to you and your family!
~ Eh!
~ This is all your fault!

See, they blame us again, eh?

Enough!

Now here's what we're gonna do.

Constable Collins is gonna
write up the firearm charges

and keep them on his desk.

If I hear so much as a peep out
of you, the charges are lodged.

Mm.

Then the licensing bureau pays
a visit to your restaurant

to investigate the serving
of alcohol after 6pm.

Please, Inspector, we
can settle this outside.

No, no, I'll settle it. For
now I'm calling a truce.

Now, did you read the pamphlet?

I've been rather busy at work,
Father, but, yes, I have read it.

And did you understand it?
Do you have any questions?

Um... just...

.. just one.

Uh, on this page where it talks
about the Catholic family...

Yes, the family is very
important to our faith.

Yes, but it says here,

'A wife must in all things
obey her husband.'

Yes?

That's... not a mistake?

No, that is one of the central
tenets to our church's teachings.

After all, Eve was created from
Adam's rib in order to serve him.

Do you have a different
view, young man?

Oh, no, no, Father, I like that view.

In fact, Catholicism has a lot more
going for it than I first thought.

Buonasera. Welcome
to Strano's, Miss...

.. Fisher.

I'm afraid there was no time
for introductions earlier.

Niente. Please, come in, join us.

We usually eat after all
the customers have gone.

Please sit. Help yourself.

~ Vino?
~ Si.

You were wanting something?

Everyone is talking about the
feud between your two families.

But there is one thing that
no-one will talk about.

~ What's that?
~ The Camorra.

Was your husband a member?

I knew nothing about his business.

Seems I didn't know him at all.

Wives are not for talking to.

My grandfather arranged the match.

I stepped off the boat
a week before the wedding.

I did not choose my
husband, Miss Fisher.

But... I was a good wife.

Salute.

You are a friend of Gianni's? Jack.

A friend, yes. And you?

Si.

He tried very hard to find
who killed my husband,

but it is not easy.

Since then he has dinner
here many, many nights.

~ He must like the food.
~ He must.

Try some, please.

Ladies, I can sit down?

~ Of course. Si.
~ Grazie, grazie.

Signorina, please eat, eat. Look
at you, all skin and bone.

Oh.

Papa, he cooks everything.

His father was chef,
his father's father.

~ Tutti quanti.
~ Mmm, exquisito.

Ah, you like, you like.
Good, good, good.

That is real cooking, uh?

Not like the old woman.
Her style is casalinga.

'Casalinga'? 'Casalinga'?

~ Housewife cooking.
~ Eh, bravo, bravo.

I understand she was
preparing a special dish

for the Festival of the Madonna.

A special dish. Yeah, you want me
to tell you about this special dish?

You know how I know?

Because that is a recipe from
my grandfather's recipe book.

That is a Strano dish
from his recipe book,

which she stole many years before.

Then why would she
prepare the dish now?

To cause trouble. Why else?

Well, it worked.

Guido.

~ Are you alright?
~ I'm OK.

Miss Fisher.

It's a good thing you're
handy with a knife.

If I were a little handier,
he wouldn't have gotten away.

Did you recognise him?

If he was not one of the Stranos,
he was one of their friends.

Thank you.

What do you suppose
he was doing here?

I could ask you the same thing.

I was looking for something.

What do you look for you can't
knock the door and ask me?

Well, I wasn't sure you
would give me the answer.

The dish that Nonna
Luisa was making...

.. do you know where
she kept the recipe?

Si.

She make everything from her memory.

But the Stranos seem to
think that she stole it

from an old family recipe book,

and I can't help thinking
that might be true.

Nonna Luisa, she was
a woman of many secrets.

But... one secret I know about.

Look.

No recipe book.

No, it's of the old country.

Was this her daughter? Your wife?

Si.

I'm sorry.

Eh. My father used to say, 'There
is no future in the past.'

Nonna Luisa made a withdrawal
of £77 two days ago.

Do you have any idea why?

Like I said before, Nonna
was a woman of many secrets.

Like all of you women.

You hungry? I'll fix you something.

~ I've already had two dinners.
~ Two?

Oh, look, I can see you
are still wearing dessert.

Mm. Dolce.

Seems a pity to waste it.

Mm. I find some more.

~ Oh.
~ Oh, no, no, no.

Please, allow me.

Oh, this must be what
heaven tastes like.

Well, if it doesn't, I'm not going.

But then I might not
be given the option.

Mm. I didn't know you
drank coffee, Jack.

Would you like me to
make a full confession?

No, thank you. I prefer a
never-ending source of mystery.

Come in, Gianni. Papa is awake now.

Concetta, this is Miss Fisher.

Si. We talked last night.

Did you now?

Buongiorno, Jack. Have you eaten?

Buongiorno. We won't stay long
- I just need to see Vincenzo.

Miss Fisher, would you like
some bread and some meats?

Oh, tempted, but... Please.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
ask you to roll up your sleeves.

What for?

Someone broke into Nonna Luisa's
restaurant last night.

Whoever it is has a knife
wound to their upper arm.

Apology accepted.

~ Me too?
~ Si.

Uno. E due.

Mi scusi. There must be
some misunderstanding.

Hm. A lot of things about you
I not understand anymore, Jack.

Maybe is better you find some
other family to feed you, uh?

Vincenzo, calmati.

So you came back to the
restaurant last night.

I had a few questions for Concetta.

Did you get the answers
you were looking for?

Too early to say.

When you say 'old friend', do you
mean 'old friend' like Dr Mac,

or 'old friend' like Captain Compton?

Concetta Strano hasn't saved my life

from a burning plane wreck in
Madagascar, if that's what you mean.

Can I give you a lift?

No, thanks. I have an
appointment at the docks.

What, nosing around?

Don't worry, Jack,
if I find anything,

~ you will be the first to know.
~ No, I'll be the last.

I'm more concerned about
you getting in too deep.

Who, me?

Look, these people have been killing
each other for generations...

I'll be careful.

Promise me you'll be careful too.

I thought I was dealing with
you two clowns. Who's she?

I'm the one who's paying.

So if you have anything to
say, now would be the time.

Did you hear anything or didn't you?

All I know is there was
some dodgy business

going on with them
eyeties a year ago.

Keep talking. The meter's running.

They were bringing
in tinned tomatoes.

Tomatoes? That doesn't sound
particularly lucrative.

It depends how many tomatoes we're
talking about, now, doesn't it?

But a year ago, someone
turns the tables,

dumps half the bloody shipment
of the things in the drink,

and the eyeties went off their nuts.

Tried to burn down a
restaurant, killed someone.

Now, is that what you wanted to hear?

~ Get him out of here!
~ Come on.

Come any closer and I'll shoot!

You will shoot an unarmed man?

What kind of a lady are you?

This kind.

Come on.

~ Where is this dock worker now?
~ Royal Melbourne Hospital.

As soon the bullet's out, Mick
reckons he's moving to Fremantle.

~ That's a wise decision.
~ And nobody saw who shot him?

But if I had a guess, I'd
say it was the main man.

~ Description?
~ Wiry bugger. Fancy moustache.

Big scar running down
the side of his face.

Roberto Salvatore. It was only a
matter of time before he turned up.

You know him?

He's camorristi, one
of the higher ranks.

I suspect he ordered
Concetta's husband Fabrizi

to burn down Nonna
Luisa's restaurant.

And I'm guessing he
had an alibi for that.

Several.

Well, at least we know how
this whole thing began.

We do?

Tomatoes.

Three people have been
murdered over tomatoes?

Well, it's either tomatoes
or an ancient recipe -

you take your pick.

The Camorra, they forced every
restaurant in town to buy from them.

Top price.

If you don't buy, you have accident.

So you decided to
sabotage a shipment?

~ No, no, you don't understand.
~ We understand completely.

The Camorra were threatening you
and so you decided to fight back.

Bravely, I might add.

I like that you think like this.

But no, was not me.

Was Nonna Luisa.

She was not the sweet old
lady she pretend to be.

If you push her, she push back.

Poisoned mushrooms?

~ Death caps, as far as I can tell.
~ What about the marks on her throat?

I have no doubt she was attacked,
but that wasn't what killed her.

There were mushrooms in the
dish she was preparing.

That is where it gets interesting.
I tested the contents.

Those mushrooms were not poisonous.

So, she was killed by
different mushrooms?

Ones she would've eaten earlier.
They don't kill you instantly.

So her attacker and poisoner could've
been two different people.

Or one person doing an
extraordinarily thorough job.

She'd collect the mushrooms herself
from the banks of the Merri Creek.

~ Could she have made a mistake?
~ No. She was an expert.

Unless she wasn't
wearing her glasses.

I'm surprised she could see
anything at all through these.

She didn't like wearing them.

Did your father get along
with your grandmother?

Not always.

She blamed him for my mother's
death. It made no sense.

Yesterday afternoon your nonna
was alone in the kitchen,

your father was at the
market and you were...?

At the dairy, buying butter.

Well, there's plenty of
butter in your kitchen,

and I could tell from the colour
that it's been there for days.

Not all of your family hate the
Stranos, do they, Marianna?

~ I don't know what you mean.
~ Oh, I think you do.

I noticed something at the
police station last night.

You were worried about your father...

.. but he wasn't the only man
you were worried about, was he?

~ It's OK, I'm fine.
~ You're in love with Vincenzo.

If my father finds out,
or Vincenzo's family,

they would rather kill
us than see us happy.

Well, if you weren't at the
dairy, then where were you?

Vincenzo took me to the pictures.

It's the only chance we
have to see each other.

My ticket.

Please, you can't tell them.

You don't know what it's
like to love someone

and know that you
can never have them.

Marianna, she told you?

Not as such.

Nonna Luisa found out - is that
why you went around there?

No. We were at the picture theatre.

So you say.

Please... if Papa finds out...

Then you need to tell us what you
know about Nonna Luisa's death.

I know nothing.

But you know about the Camorra.

There is no Camorra, it's
like a myth, a story...

What about Roberto
Salvatore, is he a myth?

Who?

We know the Camorra are
importing tinned tomatoes.

You know nothing.

I was 17 when I started
working on the docks.

I didn't know anyone.

You think the Australian
people, they invite me in?

But Fabrizi, he look after
me, he introduce me to Rob...

Vincenzo! Omerta.

You should keep your nose out
of things you don't understand.

Eh? That's how people get hurt.

~ Is that a threat?
~ Please, Jack, he doesn't mean...

Papa, aspetta.

Mi dispiace.

He still acts like the
big man in the village.

There, people, they fear him.

Papa Antonio is camorristi?

Who do you think marry me to Fabrizi?

This was not for me - it was
for him, to set himself up here.

Fabrizi was... He was a pig.

Papa has to learn he cannot
threaten people here.

Who else has he threatened?

I may be able to stop him before
someone else gets hurt.

I heard Papa and Vincenzo last night.

He was saying terrible things.

What he would do to her
- to the girl, Marianna.

Scusa. Scusa.

I'll open the doors for
the funeral, Father.

Thank you, Dorothy.

Father...

.. do you really believe a
wife must obey her husband?

It's not a matter of belief
- it's how things are,

how they have been since our
Lord first created mankind.

Well, perhaps times
have changed, Father.

I hardly think it's your
place to question, Dorothy.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need
to prepare for the funeral.

You know I love the
Church, Father, but...

.. from what I understand,
the Protestant Church

has a much more liberal view.

Are you saying that...?

All I'm saying is that this decision
could affect a lot of souls -

myself, Hugh and at least
three or four children,

so I will have to think
long and hard about...

.. well, everything.

What are you doing here?

The inspector thought it might be
a good idea, tensions being high.

I don't understand why people
who hated Nonna Luisa

would come to her funeral.

Might be to make sure she's dead.

You don't think there
will be trouble?

If there is, I've got
it covered, Dottie.

Roberto Salvatore.

Papa Antonio's the padrino.

Lord, do not call your
servant to account...

.. for no-one can stand
guiltless in your presence

unless you grant him
forgiveness of all his sins.

Therefore, we pray,

in passing judgement, you will
not let your sentence fall heavily

on one who is commended to you

by the sincere prayer
of Christian faith.

But with the help of your
grace, may your servant

who during life was sealed with
the sign of the blessed trinity

be found worthy of escaping
the doom of your vengeance.

We ask this of you who live
and reign forever and ever.

Amen.

Sorry.

Miss, is everything alright?

Yes, Dot. I think everything's
starting to make sense.

Miss.

Marianna.

How are things between
you and Vincenzo?

I couldn't help noticing at
the funeral you slapped him.

It was nothing. It was
a misunderstanding.

About?

I understand what it's like.

I feel like slapping my
fiance Hugh sometimes,

and we're not even Italian.

Vincenzo loves me and I love him.

One little fight isn't
gonna change that.

Does Vincenzo know who killed her?

Is that what the fight was about?

Please, I buried my nonna today.

I need your help with something.

Is this Nonna Luisa, as a girl?

I'm not sure. Look like her.

Could that be Papa Antonio?

I don't know. Maybe.

Do you think it's possible
that they were once in love?

The woman I know not have no love.

You know, when her own
daughter die - my wife -

she don't cry one tear,
not a single one.

She was a bitter, twisted old woman.

If she have a love, she
put here, into the food.

Well, I need to ask more people more
questions, so thanks for the wine...

Oh, whoa-whoa, no,
no, no. Bella, stay.

I'm sorry I can't ravish you,

but I still need to find out
who murdered Nonna Luisa.

Perhaps.

But I'm sure it will wear off.

Whoever he is... he's a lucky man.

Where are Papa Antonio and Vincenzo?

At the Cavour Club.

That's why I asked you.
So we could be alone.

And Roberto Salvatore?

I have no interest in this man.

My grandfather wants
to buy his loyalty,

so he bargains with me
as if I'm a village cow.

Papa acts like a kind old
man but he's not, Gianni...

Concetta, be careful what
you say, it's dangerous.

I do not care about these things.

Can't you see?

It is only you I care about.

You are... everything I
could ever want in a man.

And I would give myself
completely to you, Gianni.

All you have to do is ask.

But your family has so many secrets.

~ I'd be duty-bound to...
~ My famiglia...

I would leave them in a
breath. For you, Gianni.

I would.

~ Si.
~ Si.

Con tutto mio cuore.

They did come from the same village.

And that's where all this
hate has sprung from.

It makes perfect sense.

What greater force is there
than thwarted love?

Burning the midnight oil,
Jack? Grappa will do that.

I'm sure I was up no later than you.

Oh, I was tucked up in bed
at a very sensible hour.

~ If you're waiting for me to ask who with...
~ That's odd.

Why would Nonna Luisa take
out £6 every Thursday?

Wages?

There were none. Only
the family worked there.

Shopping?

That all came out of the restaurant
account. This was her personal one.

Another one of her secrets.

What did you say you
were up to last night?

I didn't.

Then why are you asking me?

No reason. Just called
civilised conversation.

Yes, I loved Luisa.

But her parents did not
approve of my family.

Well, she wanted to run away,
to leave all the families.

But how could I leave
everything I knew?

Is that when she stole the book?

Well, she stole the book, thinking
that I would follow her.

But there's more to life than love.

Where were you on Thursday afternoon?

Where I am always - here.
With a good friend of mine.

~ Your friend's name?
~ Roberto Salvatore.

How convenient that you can confirm
each other's whereabouts.

~ Concetta?
~ Si.

Thursday afternoon - where I was?

Here at the restaurant.

And with who I was?

Roberto Salvatore.

We are making arrangements
for the wedding.

Roberto will marry my Concetta.

Scusa. Scusa.

I checked those session
times at the Davey, sir.

They were definitely
Marianna and Vincenzo's.

I've brought Vincenzo in
if you want to chat to him.

Thank you, Collins.

The numbers are different,
substantially so.

The tickets are torn off in order,
but these numbers are not sequential.

So, Marianna and Vincenzo went into
the cinema at different times.

I believe that one is Vincenzo's.

Which means he arrived much later.

And had time to attack Nonna Luisa
before he went to the pictures.

When exactly did you arrive at the
cinema the day before yesterday?

I was late. Marianna,
she saved me seat.

More than just a little
late, I think.

You would have missed
the one-reelers,

the Wurlitzer Extravaganza.

Not to mention the first 15 minutes
of the main attraction.

Don't be shy now, Vincenzo. Not when
things are getting interesting.

Did Nonna Luisa find out
you were romancing Marianna?

~ Collins, if you wouldn't mind.
~ Sir.

It won't be hard to prove you
broke in and attacked her.

You have no alibi and if
your footprints match...

Foot on the chair, please, sir.

Hold on a moment, Hugh.

.. 56, 57... 58.

~ How many should there be?
~ 59.

~ You have been studying.
~ Mm-hm.

Should I write up the charges, sir?

Not quite yet. That'll
be all, Collins.

Sir.

I can charge him with assault,
not a great deal more,

given the cause of
death was poisoning.

That's exactly what I'm thinking.

Phryne?

Well, it's right here, Jack. It's
all in the coroner's report.

'Under normal circumstances,
Amanita phalloides poisoning

would take six to seven hours.

But the patient's
compromised liver function

means a more likely ingestion
period of three to four hours.'

She ate the mushrooms at breakfast.

And there was egg in her stomach,
as well as mushrooms.

Frittata di funghi. It all
comes back to the food.

Vincenzo's a hard nut to crack.

Even if he knew, I doubt torture
would get it out of him.

But love might.

It can bring even the toughest
men completely undone.

You sure this'll work, Miss Fisher?

Of course I'm not sure.

Where's Vincenzo?

What, no 'hello', Jack?
Where's the respect, eh?

~ I did not see Vincenzo.
~ I saw him come in.

~ Just relax.
~ Vincenzo.
~ Tell me...

Oh, Jack. Basta, please.

Please, Miss Fisher, Inspector...

No.

We not hide anymore!

We not hide anymore!

~ I understand everything!
~ No!

~ Everything.
~ No!

I understand every time that family
touches something, they destroy.

She is gonna break your heart,
Vincenzo. Like mine was broke.

I don't care what happened in
the village all those years ago.

Whoa! Whoa!

I don't care what happened
last year or last month -

all that matters is what happens now.

I love Vincenzo.

Eh! Love, love...

~ No.
~ Marianna, it's OK.

Step aside, please.

Vincenzo will be charged with murder.

There's a slim chance he'll
get a lenient judge.

But the most likely sentence
is that he'll...

Will hang.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid Vincenzo isn't
the man you thought he was.

Get...

Why do you flinch?

Did Vincenzo do this?

No, he would never.

Your grandmother.

She used a rolling pin.

And what was it that
prompted this beating?

It never took much.

She didn't like the way
the garlic was chopped.

It helps bring out the flavour more

if crushed with the
flat of the knife.

But this was about more
than that, wasn't it?

She'd found out about
you and Vincenzo.

Did Marianna know what
you were planning?

No. She knew nothing.

But she found out that you'd
attacked her grandmother

and she didn't report
you to the police.

Which would make her an
accomplice after the fact.

I told you, she knew nothing.

You want to know why?

Marianna...

.. she find this underneath
the floorboards

where that old woman had hidden it.

She brought it up on herself when
she was going to make that dish -

a Strano dish.

My nonno, he always knew
she stole the book.

When she announced she'd serve it
on the first night of the festival,

it was a slap in the face to
my family's honour, a disgrazia.

~ So you poisoned her?
~ Si.

How?

~ With the mushrooms.
~ The death caps.

Yes. I force her to eat them.

~ When you broke in?
~ Yes.

I force them down her throat.

This withdrawal of £77...

.. she made it the day
before she was killed.

And she drew a bank cheque
against it to a travel agent.

£77 can buy you a lot of things.

A steamer ticket back to Italy.

She was gonna send me away.

I couldn't go back
to the old country.

What would I do in the
village? I was born here.

It would've been the
end of you and Vincenzo.

It would've been the
end of my whole life.

You had to pick your moment.

When did you find out that Marianna
had poisoned her grandmother?

No. I did this. It was me, OK?

You broke in, yes...

.. you tried to get the recipes back,

you tried to sabotage the
dish that she was making...

.. you didn't try to kill her.

Nonna Luisa put up more of a
fight than you were expecting.

But it was the mushrooms
that did the job.

She'd eaten those hours earlier.

No. No. Please, Jack.

Take me. Please, leave Marianna.

No, Miss Fisher, please,
it's my Marianna.

Take me, please. OK?

Take me - not Marianna. Me, I did.

Please, Jack. Please.

It's too late.

You know what she said?

That she'd pay a gunman
to kill Vincenzo.

She's done it before.

Nonna was the one who paid
to have that man shot

in the Italian workers'
club - Fabrizi.

And who was this gunman?

She wouldn't say.

Your grandmother took out £6
every Thursday. Do you know why?

Every Thursday night a man
would come to the restaurant.

She was paying the
gunman in instalments.

Can you describe this man?

He has a scar.

You are not welcome here.

Would you please leave us?

Fine, fine. The man want to talk.

Bene.

~ Get up.
~ I prefer to sit.

You'll spend a lot of time
sitting in a prison cell.

You're under arrest.

And you come all by yourself?

I have a friend with me
you should know about.

Do you have a friend, Inspector?

He has at least one.

Ah... now things are
getting interesting.

The thing you should know,
Inspector Jack Robinson,

is that whatever you do to me,
it's not the end of our business.

I will not touch a hair on
your little policeman head...

.. but I do know the names
of the people you hold dear.

Go ahead and I'll shoot you
right between the eyes,

just like your poor
old papa's painting.

On the table.

I know you're the padrino
of the Camorra.

You think your little foot
soldier was loyal to you?

He was playing both families
off against each other.

He took your orders to
burn down Carbone's,

but he also took money to
kill Concetta's husband.

The feud is over.

Today all past scores are settled.

I'm very pleased with
your progress, Hugh.

I think you will make a fine addition
to the ranks of the church.

Thank you, Father.

But there is just one little
thing to be said -

a correction, if you like,
a slight adjustment -

about the role of the woman
in the Catholic home.

Of course, we must take
into account modern times.

It goes without saying that
nothing is written in stone.

Except the Commandments.
Weren't they?

Yes, of course, the Commandments.

But my point is that
times are changing

and perhaps the role of the
woman in the Catholic home

will need to change along with them.

Have you thought about it, Gianni,
what I am offering to you?

I've thought of nothing else.

First... there is something
I need to make sure of.

For myself.

You don't need to say it.

Your heart is...

.. taken.

I care for you.

You deserve to be happy...

I will be fine.

And Roberto will hang.

And when I marry again,
it will be for love.

But you are taken.

The inspector to see
you, Miss Fisher.

Not eating Italian tonight, Jack?

Strano's is closed.

Looks like you'll have
to make do with me.

Looks like we'll have to
make do with each other.

Never let it be said that I'd turn
down the opportunity of employment.

~ My brother's gone missing.
~ A lot of money for a street urchin.

Would've got the bull's
eyes from the monster man.

Who's there?

No kid from Collingwood would
cooperate with the police.

~ What about the one I'm looking at?
~ You're Dr McMillan's friend.

Mary Maddison.

~ You're not taking me alive!
~ Archie, no!

Care to join me for supper
tonight, Miss Fisher?

You are a fast man, uh?