# Happy birthday to you
# Happy birthday, dear Roberto
# Happy birthday...
# Happy birthday to you! #
Hip-hip!
There should be candles.
No naked flames on the ship, I'm afraid.
Come on, then, birthday boy, at least make a wish.
Are you mocking me, Ethan?
No, Dad, of course not.
All the help, go, please. I need the room.
I'm sorry, I'm the cruise director, not the help.
The shower pressure in my cabin sucks,
and we haven't had fresh towels all day.
Of course, I'll sort it for you, Mr Di Marco.
So, kids,
it's time.
My latest MRI scan.
Your Alzheimer's is getting worse?
I'm standing down from the business with immediate effect.
Time for somebody else to take over the reins.
Listen, I've been chief financial officer for ten years.
And I've been chief exec for 12!
In name only. Excuse me?
Enough!
Perhaps Dad wants some fresh blood in,
shake things up a bit.
I mean, projections have plateaued, right?
Dad fired you for a reason, Ethan.
Just how many secretaries did you have your wicked way with again?
Enough!
You are kidding me.
Freya will take charge and handle my affairs...
..when my mind is no longer my own.
Well, that's not gonna happen.
Excuse me?
You kids, since the day you were born,
you've had everything you ever wanted.
Houses, cars, clothes, holidays.
So, let me get this straight.
This woman, who you've known for five minutes...
We have been married for three years.
This is nothing to do with you!
Watch your tongue, Rebecca Di Marco.
You're giving her the business
that you and Mum spent your lives building together?
Half of the company. And the other half?
Back where it belongs. It was Mum's company, too.
She wanted us to have it.
It's our inheritance.
Dad, we need to talk about this.
This discussion is over!
Ah!
Freya, amuninni.
# Going on an adventure
# And I've got a feeling The sun don't shine
# Shine, the sun don't shine
# I'm in love with the ocean
# And I've got a feeling I'm sailing tonight
# Tonight, I'm sailing tonight
# It's because of you
# Your love is an ember
# I'm going on an adventure
# With you on my mind
# I'm going on an adventure With you on my mind. #
Hi.
Whiskey, please, Sam.
Make it a double.
Let me get that.
Thank you for your performance the other night.
You know, when this tour is over,
maybe you should think about moving on.
Really?
Seeing her every day,
it's no good for you, Jack.
It's not healthy.
It must really hurt.
You know some of the crew have been running a book
on how long it takes her to see sense?
Kate's made her choice.
I won.
You have fallen through the basket, Jack.
I mean...
what would she ever see in you?
Thanks for the drink!
I actually hate him.
He's still our dad.
Yeah?
Someone who treats his kids like he does?
And what he did to Mum.
I wish he'd drop dead right now.
You don't mean that. He's dying anyway.
So, what do we do?
We stop him.
Before it's too late.
Stick another one in there.
Oh, I'm due on the main stage soon, so I shouldn't.
Nonsense.
I'll have the same.
Thank you.
You look troubled, son.
What is it?
Woman? Business? Kids?
Two out of three ain't bad.
Not easy, raising kids.
No.
No, it's not.
Me and my little brother, we grew up poor, really poor.
I had nothing.
I didn't want that for my children,
I wanted to give them a nice life.
Everything we didn't have.
But I got it wrong.
Gave them too much, and now... now they're just three spoiled brats
who have no idea how the world works.
Sorry, I'm oversharing.
Oh, it's fine.
Roberto, darling, I think you've had enough.
Look, the doctor said...
Oh, never mind what that quack said.
Who cares?
I'm on holiday!
Probably my last one, for that matter.
I need someone to drive me somewhere tomorrow.
I'm not interested.
I could do with a wingman,
someone to watch my back.
One thousand, cash.
I guess I could squeeze it in.
8am sharp. And where are we going?
It's important. I have to right my wrongs...
..before I lose my mind entirely, Luca.
I should get him to bed.
Come on, darling.
Hey, Jamil,
how do you fancy a little adventure tomorrow?
Hmm. A grand in cash, straight down the middle.
I do love an adventure.
Top man.
Buongiorno, ladies and gentlemen,
this is Beverley, your cruise director,
informing all guests that the ship has now arrived in Messina,
the beautiful island of Sicily.
You're invited to disembark for an Italian adventure.
Ship sails at 8pm this evening,
so plenty of time for la dolce vita.
Come on, there must be some way.
What else do we pay you for?
Right, fine.
Maybe we'll just hire another family lawyer from now on.
So, Dad got to him already.
So, how do we stop the old man giving away our inheritance?
Plan B.
Thanks a lot, Dad (!)
Oh, get a sense of humour, you snowflake.
Freya? Do you know how many calories is in one of those things?
Eesh.
You wanna tell us why we're hear, Dad?
Ah, this is where it all began, kids.
Di Marco ice cream.
Hasn't changed a bit!
So, what's this all about, Dad?
Rubbing salt in the wounds,
showing us what we could've had?
Harris!
You keep the hell out of this.
You know, you've had everything,
yet achieved nothing.
All three of you
are a disappointment!
Tabacco. Get lost, you little punk.
Huh?
Il bacio della morte.
Come?
Hey, Dad, are you OK?
Get away from me. Don't touch me!
OK, OK, we're just trying to help.
Take me back to the ship.
What happened there?
Il bacio della morte.
What's that mean?
The kiss of death.
Dad's ill in bed, but as long as she's having fun (!)
That's it.
Not another one of your idiotic plans.
This... is... genius.
I don't think so!
Hey.
Kiss of death.
What did it mean?
Probably just some kid messing about.
It's shaken him up, I know that much.
You know, what he said to you earlier,
I'm sure he didn't mean it.
That we're all a disappointment to him?
Oh, he meant it.
Look, you are still his little girl, trust me.
We used to be close, you know.
And then it all went to hell when Mum died.
She... held the family together.
The Di Marco glue.
So, what's your story, Jack Grayling?
Is there someone at home who's missing you?
Divorced,
and a teenage daughter who doesn't take my calls.
What happened with your wife?
She said I was married to my job.
Probably right.
Cabaret singer?
Er... The one before.
Let me guess.
Multiple-choice, OK.
Er...
A: Carpenter.
B: Homicide detective.
Or C: An astronaut.
Well...
..these hands are way too smooth to be a carpenter's.
Your eyes are too...
kind to be a murder cop.
So I guess I'll have to go with astronaut.
Oh, you're good at this.
Well, it's late.
Time for bed.
It's been nice talking.
It was an invitation, Jack.
Argh!
Come on!
I was gonna call up for some breakfast.
I'm late for work, sorry.
You don't need to be.
I must've really put it away last night.
I never feel this rough.
We had a good time.
Clearly.
See you later, Jack.
Kate... it's not what you think.
I think it's none of my business.
Kate... Jack...
you can do what you want with who you want.
Wait!
Look, Kate, come on, please, don't be like this.
Kate! Jack!
It's the first time I've... with a passenger.
I just needed to get my mind off... Stop.
You don't have to explain yourself to me.
But I want to.
Just got off the phone with the Catania police.
It isn't good news.
You two work on the ship?
Kate Woods, first officer.
Capo intanto, Francesco Ricci. Come with me, please.
The victim had one of your room keys in his wallet.
Do we have a name?
I was hoping you could tell us.
Can I see the body?
Please?
Ten years in Manchester CID.
Poliziotto?
He's good.
Roberto!
Roberto Di Marco.
He's here with his family.
He lives in Bearsden, which is just outside Glasgow.
And it says on his passport he was born here.
Di Marco? Are you sure?
Yeah.
Were they known to you?
Roberto! Dad!
All right, don't look at him, don't look at him.
We need to call Harris.
Where is your brother?
I haven't seen him since the ice cream truck.
There's no answer.
Freya, I asked security to keep an eye on your husband
after that death threat to him yesterday.
They said they got off the ship very early this morning, about 6am.
Any idea why?
Er... He said he had a business meeting.
But he was on holiday?
Roberto was never on holiday.
Work always came first.
Have you and idea why he got that death threat yesterday?
I mean, does he have many enemies?
Just his own kids.
Well, let's just say they weren't too happy
about missing out on their inheritance.
The business turns over millions.
You think that his kids...
I don't know if you've noticed,
but the Di Marcos ain't exactly the Waltons.
OK.
This came from the Range Rover.
Brilliant work, Jamil.
Il bacio della morte.
The sign given by a Mafia boss
that signifies a member of the crime family
has been marked for death.
A result of a perceived betrayal.
Oh, come on. I mean, I know we're in Sicily,
but that's a bit far-fetched, isn't it?
Hollywood didn't create the mafioso, Kate.
All right, OK, so which gangster do you think killed Roberto?
Oh, everything points to this being premeditated.
Someone planned it.
Well, the stepmum, Freya, thinks the kids are involved.
One of them ordered a Mafia hit?
On the night of his birthday at the yacht club,
Harris said they needed to stop his father before it was too late.
Written out of the will, so there's your motive,
and now he's conveniently disappeared.
The other brother, Ethan, also said he wished Roberto would drop dead.
And security have him leaving the ship first thing this morning.
He seems pretty shaken up about his dad's death.
Well, maybe he knows something about it.
What about the daughter?
Solid alibi.
Right, yeah.
This morning's little walk of shame.
What is this?
Let's just focus on the girl for now.
She's the key.
Mm-hm. Mm-hm.
Il bacio della morte.
The kiss of death.
It really freaked Roberto,
and I don't think he was a man who was scared easily.
I don't recognise her.
Roberto Di Marco grew up in Sicily.
Clearly, the name meant something to you.
Maybe you should see this.
The youngest sibling. Ethan?
Left the boat shortly after his father this morning.
He followed him?
That's what I thought,
but then I trailed him with the CCTV,
and he broke off once he got into town.
And then...
payment.
Maybe for someone to take out his dad.
Like a hit man?
We're bringing him in for questioning right now.
We're also circulating Harris's photo around the island.
I really think we should focus on the girl.
With all due respect, this isn't your investigation.
And with all due respect,
you can't just ignore a death threat.
The Di Marco family are linked to organised crime,
so is the girl.
You know them.
You fear them.
It's worth a look,
at least.
Like I said,
stay out of this for your own good.
You said you wished your father would drop dead right now.
I didn't mean it!
But you were angry with him.
So angry that you paid a man to shoot him.
No!
So who are you paying money to here?
Anything?
This was from the notepad in Roberto Di Marco's cabin.
So, what are we looking at?
Whoever wrote on it would have left an imprint of their writing
on the sheet of paper underneath.
Check this out.
Jack, you are a genius.
Mm-hm.
"Hai messo incinta Isabella."
"Harris e tua figlio."
"He's your son."
Ethan set you up. It was a honey trap.
What?
He thought that he could pay a male escort to seduce you,
get the photos, and then show them to his dad.
So he'd divorce me, and the kids would get the business after all.
You're an idiot. You're an idiot.
This guy just came up to me last night in a bar,
started buying me drinks.
And I told him to do one.
He was really persistent, though.
Ethan, look at me.
Do you really think I could do that to your father?
Cheat on him?
I loved him. Took advantage of him, more like.
What did you say? Oh, please.
Dad gets dementia, then suddenly signs half the company over to you?
Doesn't take a genius to work out that you're a gold-digger.
Right, that's enough. Come on, outside.
Oh, nice one, bro.
It's time.
Your dad and uncle, what happened between them?
Dad hardly ever talked about his brother.
We just know they had a fight.
And do you know what the fight was about?
Dad left Sicily, never came back. And Isabella?
What's any of this got to do with my mum?
I just... I just came across her name.
That's all.
I've...
Look, am I in the way here?
I need to go and find my little brother.
Rebecca... I need to check on Ethan.
Luca di Marco, born in Sicily in 1960.
Roberto's brother.
Founded the Di Marco Ice Cream Company with him in 1979.
Two years later, he's been taken off Companies House. Why?
Well, like Rebecca said, some kind of big Sicilian vendetta.
Trouble in paradise?
Er... Piers wants to go for dinner tonight.
Wedding plans. You could do so much better.
Not listening. The rest of your life with that guy.
He'd probably bore you to death.
Jack, will you just leave it, please?
Jack?
Look, I just want to talk.
Who do you work for?
Jack!
Jack! Jack!
Jack!
Luca di Marco, he's taken Jack.
Luca, I assume.
Is that the gun you murdered your brother with?
My brother's been dead to me for years.
Roberto told me where you came from.
How tough it was growing up.
But he escaped and left you behind.
Made something of himself.
He didn't resort to crime.
Ha-ha! You do not think
that stealing from your family is a crime, huh?
That business... we built it together, me and him.
And we both know why he did it, don't we?
Why he took everything away from you.
Why you didn't speak for over three decades.
Why am I here, Luca?
Because I'm getting a little too close to the truth?
You need to shut me up, what? Exactly the opposite.
What? I want you to talk.
Well, if it isn't a cabaret cop.
The police have been looking for you.
You disappeared before your father died.
Things to sort out.
Ah! He comes to me.
He wants me to help him take the company away from his stepmother.
For me and him to run it together.
Without his brother or sister to steal what was theirs,
just like Roberto.
Your own father was murdered,
and the first thing you can think about
is shafting Rebecca and Ethan?
Dad didn't care about me.
And they don't either.
Always been the black sheep.
All I care about right now
is to know who is responsible for the death of my brother.
Well, I had my money on you.
Well, now you have five seconds to tell me all you know.
And everything the police have got. Cinque...
They've got nothing. ..quattro...
..tre... I'd really start talking there, Jack.
..due, uno...
Harris is your son. What?
Luca?
No wonder you felt like the outsider, Harris, because you were.
Roberto wasn't your real dad.
Jack...
Hey!
They... They've checked you over, then?
Besides a bump to the back of the head, I'll live.
When I heard the shot, I, erm... I thought that...
It's OK. I'm fine. Yeah.
I mean, I might have concussion,
and you'll need to keep a very close eye on me.
Yeah, well, the, erm...
the paperwork would have been a nightmare if you'd carked it, so...
Francesco. We found the shirt in Luca di Marco's Villa.
We think it's Roberto's blood.
Can I get five minutes with Luca before you take him in?
It's a police matter now. Just five minutes.
Please?
Come with me. His family are already here.
So, let me get this absolutely straight,
our mum cheated on Dad with his brother?
She would never have done that.
It's the reason they fell out. It's why Dad fled Sicily.
Our whole life's a lie.
So... what happens now?
You... go back home.
I go to prison.
And that's it?
We forget all about this?
Your world is a nice, happy place.
My world is not.
You're better off this way.
So, are they going to charge him?
Well, unless he tells them he didn't do it.
The police found Luca's shirt. Covered in Roberto's blood.
See.
When you shoot someone, the blood splatters.
Yeah, you might get some of it on you,
but Luca's shirt was caked in it.
And that only happens...
when someone gets close.
'Roberto sent a note the morning he arrived.
'He wanted to meet, but when I got there, he was already dead.'
No! No, Roberto!
And if he wanted him dead, it would have happened a long time ago.
The kiss of death, that was all just to frighten him.
Is that true?
You didn't do it?
You'll go to prison.
For the rest of your life. Tell them you're innocent.
Luca... Please.
This is my retribution.
Hey. Er, Piers is in the loo.
And... that's his wine.
Luca didn't do it.
What if he's not gonna say anything?
So, what, we just give up, let an innocent man rot in jail?
Everything OK, sweetheart?
Piers, what have I told you about calling me that in public?
Yeah, erm, Jack was just leaving.
You're pushing your luck, you know that?
So I can't even talk to her now?
OK, can we stop being little boys, please?
Jack? You all right?
'The wine.'
I'm an idiot. Finally, you have something right!
I need to go. Bye-bye.
Jack, where are you going?
Piers...
Our food is on the way. This is important.
And our wedding day isn't?
Pick a date. Yeah? I'll be there.
Hi, Jack. Your urine sample tested positive for Triazolam.
Sleeping pills.
Thanks, Mary.
Which would make wine change colour. Look darker.
That's the reason I didn't wake up.
Why I got a hangover.
Freya? Where are you?
What's all this about?
The kiss-of-death threat from Luca Di Marco.
Presented you with an unexpected opportunity.
I don't know what you mean.
I'm talking about your father's murder.
You see, I never get hangovers... or sleep in.
But I did today.
'You spiked my drink with strong sleeping pills
'so that I would pass straight out and not wake up any time soon.
'You knew your dad was leaving early...
'and you followed him.
'You couldn't have brought a gun on the ship,
'so you must have acquired one on the way.
'A gun the police have now found with your prints.
'You found your dad waiting for his brother, for Luca.'
Becca? You think you can just do whatever you want?
Walk all over people without any consequences?
Just like you did with Mum. What are you talking about?
You cheated on her with that woman.
Divorced her... left her with nothing.
She died of a broken heart. Your mother was no saint.
Liar.
Now you're doing the same to us.
Walking all over us.
Taking what she wanted us to have.
Rebecca, darling...
Put the gun down, child!
This is for our mum.
Il bacio della morte.
'You must've disposed of the gun before you returned to the ship.
'You go back to your cabin... to find that I'm still sleeping.
'An ex-cop.'
'The perfect alibi.'
Oh, Rebecca.
So, you shot him?
He was our dad.
Yeah, well, like you said, he was dying anyway.
Rebecca Di Marco,
you are under arrest for the murder of your father,
Roberto Di Marco.
And for the record,
you passed right out.
As if I'd sleep with a Redcoat.
Kate, please!
I'm needed on the bridge, Jack. Shouldn't you be at the sail-away?
Me and Rebecca didn't sleep together.
And you think that makes a difference?
What, because I WANTED to?
That's the reason you were so mad at me?
I WASN'T mad at you. But you still are.
Jack!
Look, at the hospital, there was something.
Tell me I'm crazy and I'll walk away.
I'm getting married.
Piers isn't right for you. You know it.
Piers is a decent man, he would do anything for me.
You think that's enough?
I've got a wedding to plan.
That's if he'll still have me.
Kate.
June 25th, in Brussels.
Venue booked.
Oh!
That's great!
Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to introduce our star act
for this evening.
To join me on stage, please welcome the fabulous Jack Grayling.
# When your world is full Of strange arrangements
# And gravity won't pull you through
# Know you're missing out On something
# Well, that something Depends on you
# All I'm saying
# It takes a lot to love you
# All I'm doing
# You know it's true
# All I need now
# Yes, one thing, yes, one thing
# That turns this grey sky to blue
# That's the look, that's the look
# The look of love
# That's the look, that's the look
# The look of love
# That's the look, that's the look
# The look of love
# When your girl has let you out On the pavement
# Then your dreams fall apart At the seams
# Your reason for living's Your reason for leaving
# Don't ask me what that means
# Who's got the look?
# I don't know the answer To that question
# Where's the look?
# If I knew, I would tell you
# What's the look?
# Look, for your information
# Yes, there's one thing, one thing That still holds true
# That's the look, that's the look
# The look of love
# That's the look, that's the look
# The look of love
# That's the look, that's the look
# The look of love... #
'Hey, Dad.'
Hi.
'You're crying?' Me? No, no. Not crying.
How are you? 'I'm all right.'
# The look of love That's the look, That's the look
# The look of love
# If you judge a book By the cover
# Then you'd judge the look By the lover
# I hope you'll soon recover
# Me, I go from one extreme To another
# That's the look, that's the look
# The look of love That's the look, that's the look
# The look of love. #
'I know you're trying to impress Kate.
'Perhaps this one is beyond you, Jack.'
You seriously think he's involved in all this? He's covering for her.
'It's the cocktail hour.' 'Who is that?'
'Vlad Kozlov, part of a roller-skating double act.'
Concentrate, that was your fault! You keep to the card!
This is not your place! You don't know anything about me.
'We don't give up on our own, not on this ship.'
'We can never trust anyone.'
# You thought you'd run away now
# From the troubles in your life
# And watch a new horizon In the sky
# And now the truth's caught up With you
# Forever is waiting for you
# In the deep blue. #