Niccolo Mainoni

Carboni sent word to Calvi and Vitor that the border crossing was now too dangerous, and that a plane was waiting for Calvi just a few miles down the road, headed to London. Now, I didn't know about this last minute switch until speaking with Vitor. And I was feeling spooked here, like something was off. And then Vitor said something that stayed with me.

Carboni sent word to Calvi and Vitor that the border crossing was now too dangerous, and that a plane was waiting for Calvi just a few miles down the road, headed to London. Now, I didn't know about this last minute switch until speaking with Vitor. And I was feeling spooked here, like something was off. And then Vitor said something that stayed with me.

Vitor made a hopeless face. I can still see it. Up to this point, Vitor described a somewhat resilient Calvi, fighting to get his briefcase back, chatty with Vitor as they drove into Austria. The Calvi I'd known for these two years of research, the uber planner, control freak, master of his destiny. But hearing the word resigned, I saw that Calvi disappear, turning into something different.

Vitor made a hopeless face. I can still see it. Up to this point, Vitor described a somewhat resilient Calvi, fighting to get his briefcase back, chatty with Vitor as they drove into Austria. The Calvi I'd known for these two years of research, the uber planner, control freak, master of his destiny. But hearing the word resigned, I saw that Calvi disappear, turning into something different.

I could see Calvi surrendering, being ushered off to the place where he'd die within days. Did he suspect that maybe Vitor and or Carboni weren't his saviors? That maybe they were the wolves guiding him to a more sinister place? I mean, to recap... In less than a week, Roberto Calvi had secretly flown to Trieste, in the far northeast of Italy.

I could see Calvi surrendering, being ushered off to the place where he'd die within days. Did he suspect that maybe Vitor and or Carboni weren't his saviors? That maybe they were the wolves guiding him to a more sinister place? I mean, to recap... In less than a week, Roberto Calvi had secretly flown to Trieste, in the far northeast of Italy.

From there, he took a speedboat across the Adriatic to sneak into Yugoslavia. From Yugoslavia, he drove to southeast Austria, taking a rest at a beautiful chateau. Then he took a road trip across Austria with his new best bud, Silvano Vitor, right up to the border with Switzerland, where, at the last moment, he was told by men whose motives I'm still not sure of to charter a private jet to London.

From there, he took a speedboat across the Adriatic to sneak into Yugoslavia. From Yugoslavia, he drove to southeast Austria, taking a rest at a beautiful chateau. Then he took a road trip across Austria with his new best bud, Silvano Vitor, right up to the border with Switzerland, where, at the last moment, he was told by men whose motives I'm still not sure of to charter a private jet to London.

Vitor kept taking me through the details of their trip, And he explained that Carboni had booked a suite at a cheap hotel in a bad part of Chelsea. Vitor called it a zero-star hotel.

Vitor kept taking me through the details of their trip, And he explained that Carboni had booked a suite at a cheap hotel in a bad part of Chelsea. Vitor called it a zero-star hotel.

So that's interesting. Roberto Calvi resigned to his handlers, but still seriously trying to make a deal in London. He called his family and told them not to worry anymore. Calvi's son, Carlo, said in testimony after his dad's death that he'd claimed to be working on something big that would have taken care of all of his problems. Calvi told his wife, Clara, something similar.

So that's interesting. Roberto Calvi resigned to his handlers, but still seriously trying to make a deal in London. He called his family and told them not to worry anymore. Calvi's son, Carlo, said in testimony after his dad's death that he'd claimed to be working on something big that would have taken care of all of his problems. Calvi told his wife, Clara, something similar.

A big deal that would blow up into a wonderful thing that could change their lives. But what were the details of that deal? He didn't tell Clara, Carlo, or anyone else. Even though Calvi was in deal-making mode, he barely left the hotel. He was haunted by this fear of being recognized by someone on the streets in London. And so, Vitor was the one that brought back most of their meals.

A big deal that would blow up into a wonderful thing that could change their lives. But what were the details of that deal? He didn't tell Clara, Carlo, or anyone else. Even though Calvi was in deal-making mode, he barely left the hotel. He was haunted by this fear of being recognized by someone on the streets in London. And so, Vitor was the one that brought back most of their meals.

Vitor was the one that checked airline schedules in case they needed to move again. Vitor was Calvi's main human contact. And in the midst of that strange arrangement... I just kept waiting for something awful to happen, like a big plot twist. But Calvi's last days, even with him acting like there was one more deal out there, one key phone call to make, they seemed kind of procedural.

Vitor was the one that checked airline schedules in case they needed to move again. Vitor was Calvi's main human contact. And in the midst of that strange arrangement... I just kept waiting for something awful to happen, like a big plot twist. But Calvi's last days, even with him acting like there was one more deal out there, one key phone call to make, they seemed kind of procedural.

At night, Vitor says he and Calvi would sit together in their PJs and just chat, bonding like a long-term bizarro sleepover, acting almost like the entire world wasn't looking for them. And then, on June 17th, a day before Calvi died, Vitor says they received news that Calvi's secretary had jumped out of a window at the Banco Ambrosiano to her death.

At night, Vitor says he and Calvi would sit together in their PJs and just chat, bonding like a long-term bizarro sleepover, acting almost like the entire world wasn't looking for them. And then, on June 17th, a day before Calvi died, Vitor says they received news that Calvi's secretary had jumped out of a window at the Banco Ambrosiano to her death.

That's next time on Shadow Kingdom.

That's next time on Shadow Kingdom.