Ah, bellisima.
Si. Como sta la bambina?
Sta molto bene.
Bene. Ciao, Carolina.
Arrivederci, Signora!
Buongiorno!
TAXI DRIVER: Taxi!
Get your newspaper!
They can't getenough of the stuff.
Of course, knowing my luck,
they'll probably change the law
before I can makeany proper money.
But if it stays likethis for a year or two...
- Cecil?- Mm-hmm?
Are you smoking?
I rather think I might be.
You might have letthe magic linger.
You're beginning tosound like my wife.
And how is the Sainted Isabella?
How the hell should I know?
Really, one couldalmost wish oneself
back in Italy with her.
Given that ghastly noise.
Honestly Cecil,
I mean where evenis Pimlico anyway?
It's Belgravia, thankyou very much, Julia.
And rather like you,
it serves my needs.
And your budget.
What's the point ofanywhere grander?
Especially as we onlyseem to spend time
in the bedroom.
Hmm.
I shall have togo back, you know.
Like father, like son.
What do you mean 'like son?'
Ooh, you haven't heard?
No.
My spy in the camp.
What spy in the camp?
Oh, try not to bedense, darling.
You don't really think
that I lent themmy second best maid
out of the goodnessof my heart, do you?
Mary has been told topack a trunk for Italy,
but only one.
Young Mr Ainsworth willbe travelling alone.
Lucian, going back to Italy,
on his own?
Running back to mother.
Oh...
Bleating how ghastly hisfather's been no doubt.
Little beast.
Have you spoken to Rose?
Oh...
She says she's toounwell to travel.
At least she's learned the value
of keeping up appearances.
Feeling sick, you say?
You think she might be...
Oh good lord, no.
You sound terribly sure.
Well, that's the otherthing Mary told me.
They have yet to share a bed.
After five months of marriage?
Ye very gods.
Rose?
Rose...
are you sleeping?
How are you feelingwith the migraine?
It'll be time for meto be leaving soon.
Is it that time already?
I do feel terrible leavingyou here without...
Just think.
This time on Friday
you'll be sipping cappuccinos
and swimming inthe Mediterranean.
You could be too, you know.
But I can't swim andI don't like coffee.
It's not my decision, you know.
It is my mother.
It is.
It's these new spa roomsthat she's planning.
She's being a ball of anxietyabout the whole thing.
Agreeing to go overthere was the only way
I could think of to placate her.
Well, the taxi's here, so...
I'll, err...
I'll send Mary in with some tea.
Lucian...
Remember me toeveryone, won't you?
Buongiorno, signora.
Buongiorno!
Buongiorno.
Como sta, Carlo?
Buongiorno, Bella.
Take them to the room please
- -Oh darling...- Yes?
I've got a little gift for you.
Oh, you shouldn't have.
Yes, Mr. Thompson,I will let you know.
Thank you. Goodbye.
Did you get everythingyou need, Mrs. Ainsworth?
I did, Constance, and afew things I don't need.
Well, I'm sure the guestswill appreciate them.
Was that phone call
anything I shouldconcern myself with?
Yes, that was Mr. Thompson
Yes, that was Mr. Thompsoncalling from the Consulate
asking after aroom for next week
for a couple travellingon to Florence, I believe.
Oh dear, I do hope
that you were suitablyapologetic, my dear.
No ma'am. I said I thoughtwe could squeeze them in.
What?
Oh, botheration.
Did I do wrong, ma'am? No, no,no, no. It's entirely my fault.
No, no, no, no. It'sentirely my fault.
I forgot to tellyou: Lucian's coming
and I'm going to put himin the Cheltenham Suite.
So there'll be absolutelyno room for anyone else.
Mr. Ainsworth?
He'll be here next week?
No. Friday lunchtime, my dear.
Oh, well I'll be veryglad to see him again.
Him and Mrs. Ainsworth.
Oh no. Well,you'll have to wait
for the pleasureof Rose's company.
Lucian will be coming alone.
In fact, will you tellBetty and the others
that he'll be arriving?I completely forgot.
- What's she done now?- Oh, will you stop it darling?
She's being most helpful.
Mr. Thompson,
Bella Ainsworth.
Your luggage has allbeen sent ahead, Sir.
Good morning Sir.
Safe travels Mr Ainsworth.
Paola?
Why do I have tokeep chasing you?
The tables aren'tlaid for lunch.
Sorry signora.
Oh there'll be nolunch, Mrs Mays-Smith
until we get cleanedup down here.
Get what cleaned up?
Footprints.
Dirty great big ones.
They're walking in mud,
cement dust,
and God knows what else,
right through my kitchen.
Betty, please...
Oh, gracious, Lordhave mercy, not again!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Morning, afternoon and evening!
It's like bloomingPiccadilly Circus!
It's only a couple of weeks.
Ha! A couple of weeks?
Well, we will havelost our minds
long before then,won't we Paola, love?
Betty, you just haveto get used to it.
When the treatment room's open,
there will be guestshere all day long.
I don't care whetherit's Queen Mary
or the great unwashed, like me.
If I have to put up
with workman traipsingthrough my kitchen
all the hours God sends,
it'll be the food that suffers.
Constance, will you pleasehelp Paola with the tables?
I'll get onto it, Ma'am.
Honestly mother, withoutLottie to look after,
what is it thatshe does all day?
Well, she's been helpingme with my paperwork.
Ah, shirking herresponsibilities.
No, Alice...
Alice, Alice, wait, wait!
Listen, you'd do well tobe nicer to Constance.
She's been extremelyhelpful towards me.
I know what it isyou're worried about,
that she's going to replace you,
that you'll comeback from holiday
and find I don'tneed you anymore.
Chance would be a fine thing.
Exactly.
Constance is a dear girl
and she's a very fast learner,
but she could never, everreplace you, my darling.
We'd be utterlylost without you.
All of us.
Just you wait and see.
The place will run to rackand ruin in your absence.
Ten days is rather a long time.
Maybe I shouldn't go.
Oh, good gracious.
What happened tofootloose and fancy free?
You must let yourhair down for once.
You're starting tosound like Daddy.
Well, he did occasionallyspeak sense, I suppose.
Come along, let'sfinish the job together.
Here you are, Sir.
Ah, look what thecat's dragged in.
- Edmund.- Err, Saunders,
be a good chap would you,
send the sommelier back?
This burgundy's reallyrather thin stuff.
Of course.
Ooh, God.
Perhaps we'd be better offwith a good single malt?
Oh, so it's true then?
What's true?
This yarn Ross Cannon'sbeen spinning me
about my previouslyimpecunious little brother
placing a gargantuanorder with his distillery.
Two hundred gallons amonth I think he said.
Mungo shouldn't be discussingmy business affairs with you.
It's a private matter.
Except, dear boy,
he's one of my closest friends
and I damn well madethe introduction.
Not for personalconsumption then?
Hardly.
I wouldn't putanything past you.
I'm getting my hands dirty
with a little importand export, that's all.
Ross Cannon mentioned Bermuda.
Sounds like enoughwhiskey to sink the place.
Edmund, it's allperfectly above board.
Murky business more like
Much like that nonsensewith grandpapa's 'Rubens'.
Look, I'm just the middle man.
I buy at one price.
Crate up, ship out,sell on at another.
What happens after itreaches its destination,
well, that's someoneelse's problem.
Hmm.
You'll be stayingfor lunch, no doubt?
Hmm.
They have steak and kidneypudding on a Thursday.
Ah. Why not?
I might even pick up the bill.
Wonders will never cease.
How's that fragrantwife of yours?
Ah, still beavering awayat that hotel of hers.
You'll be planning tosummer there of course?
I hadn't thought to. Why?
Really, Cecil.
You're more of a foolthan I took you for.
That beautiful girl.
Those marvellous children.
If you paid eventhe slightest heed
to the misery ofmost men's marriages
you wouldn't beswanning around here
eating nursery food.
Excuse me.
- Billy!- Master Lucian,
good to see you, Sir.- Good to see you too.
- You look well, Sir.- Thank you very much.
Just these?
Yes, there's anotherone in the carriage.
Okay.
Thank you.
I have to keep reminding myself
not to call you Master Lucian.- Haha!
It really wouldn'tmatter if you did, Billy.
I bet married life'ssuiting you, isn't it, Sir?
Well...
All your... linenand meals sorted.
Someone to chew the fat with.
- Oh yes?- Devoted to your comfort.
Well, you seem rathertaken with the idea.
Oh, I am, Sir.
Only trouble is shekeeps refusing me.
Perhaps Miss Marchis spoken for.
What about a local girl?
There must be somepretty signorina or other
who's caught your eye?
I don't have time for that, Sir.
Me mam, and yours
have got me running round likea blue arse fly these days.
How about you, Miss March?
You must have found a way tokeep busy ever since Lottie
went off to stay withher grandparents.
I've been promoted,Mr. Ainsworth.
Really, you've been promoted?
Assistant manager, no less.
She'll be too grandfor the likes of me
before we know it.
Ha!
And ice.
Thanks.
I'm sure everyone
meant to be here togreet you, Mr. Ainsworth.
They're rushed offtheir feet, that's all.
Yeah. They'll be rollingout the red carpet
before you know it, Sir.
Luce!
Luce! Oh, my darling!
I was so worried you might not makeyour connections and here you are!
You might not make yourconnections and here you are!
No, plain sailing the whole way.
The return of the prodigal.
I hope the fatted calfhas been slaughtered.
Stop it. The Kingsleysare anxious to get going.
Of course. Darling, wouldyou give me one moment?
Of course, please, please.
Don't stay on my account.
This is your bill.
Mr. Ainsworth.
Billy's dad and me
never spent morethan one night apart
in nearly 28 years of marriage.
Well, they're notthe same as us Betty.
Yes, well, that as maybe, but men are men,
aren't they Paola, hey?
Whether they're bornwith a silver spoon
or the taste of coal dust.
I would not havetrusted Albert Scanlon
to go to the shops atthe end of our street
on his own, haha,
let along go gallivantingoff to Italy.
Well, I'm sure Rosehas her reasons.
Oh Rose, I knew she were troublethe minute I laid eyes on her.
That gormless pea andthe princess type,
that one is, and...
She's barely on noddingterms with a square meal.
Oh, Mr. Ainsworth!
Betty, hello.
Welcome home, Sir.
My mother said thatyou might be short
of a few things,Darjeeling mainly.
Ooh, and cocoa powder.
- Mmm.- Cocoa powder.
You're a lifesaver. Thank you.
Oh dear. Was itsomething I said?
Oh, well, the laundrywon't wait, Sir.
And Constance isaway for a lesson.
Your mother's arranged forher to study bookkeeping.
Oh, Miss March's thirstfor self-improvement
is really quite something.
Is really quitesomething. Yes.
She's learning Italian too Sir,
and passing on bitsto me and Billy.
So...
I see.
So that's the famousSignor Bonacini, is it?
Your new gentlemanbuilder friend?
He's hardly a friend, darling.
Well, he's hardlya builder either
by the sounds of it, ifyou've had to drag me
halfway across the continentto look over those plans.
I didn't drag you.
It was your suggestion,if I remember correctly.
Anyway,
what's the point in havingan architect in the family
if one can't make use ofhis considerable talents?
Well, because I ama junior architect
who barely gets to makeuse of his own talents,
whether they areconsiderable or not.
Oh darling, is itreally so dreary?
I'm designing guttering
for the suburban semi-detached.
Or, providing homesfor returned heroes.
Hmm.
Well, at least I won't have to
think about all thatfor a little while.
I do hope you won't be bored.
You are silly notbringing Rose with you.
Oh, as it happensI've written to Nish
asking if he might joinme. I hope you don't mind?
Of course not. Nishis always welcome.
And I thought it would be nice
to spend a little bitof time with Alice,
assuming that you can spare her.
- Oh, she hasn't told you?- No.
She has been invitedto a house party
on the other side of the border.
Lucinda Clifford,do you remember her?
- She hasn't...- Yes.
Well, I never.
I thought it would take awell-directed Howitzer shell
to blow her out of this place.
I know!
I do hope you likeall the changes.
I'm loving everything so far.
Afternoon. Good afternoon.
Good afternoon.
Now, do you rememberthe Ascot Suite?
I certainly do rememberthe Ascot Suite.
Close your eyes.
- Really?- Yes.
Because I want a big reveal.
Alright. Ooh.
Ta-dah!
My word. You have been busy!
Well, I thoughtit might be lovely
to have a space forthe younger people
to have some fun.
Well, quite right.
Away from theirdisapproving mamas.
Quite.
And err, and what's this?
Who painted this?
That's a local artist.
I think he's more usedto painting churches.
I was going to say it's a... it'sa tad dreary, don't you think?
It's a tad dreary,don't you think?
Oh, well I've always foundSisyphus rather inspiring.
Hmm. Poor old chap.
I think I know how hefeels myself sometimes
when I'm 12 hoursin at the office,
neck deep in someGod awful drudgery.
Oh, darling, really,is it that dreary?
You haven't...
You haven't changedyour mind, have you,
when you asked meto paint a landscape
to hang above the front desk?
Yes, of course.
No, I definitely stillwant you to do that.
- Yes?- You will always
be my favourite artist.
Thank you.
So this is why my room hasbeen turned into a suite?
Yes. I... bedrooms have all been
commandeered for theguests, I'm afraid.
Alice is in exactlythe same boat
if that's any consolation.
Really, which room is she in?
Daddy's.
And what about Daddy?
I don't know.
We'll cross that bridgeif he comes, I suppose.
When he comes.
Oh, you do know that Iwould've given you a suite
if Rose was with you, of course.
Of course.
You never did say whyshe wasn't coming.
No. I didn't, did I?
Dear Nish, I'm surethat you are busy
with all sorts of happyschemes and devilry,
but it would mean so much
to once again havesomeone to confide in.
Gian, Gian, please!
Ha! Your English lover.
Lucian was in Turin?
Mm-hmm.
He was changingtrains for Genoa.
He snaps his fingers
and looks for youto come running.
Mmm.
You should go back to him.
And the privileges of your past.
I've got nothingto offer you here
but poverty and pain.
I chose to come here
and I choose to stay, with you.
Then if you choose to remain,
you must do so withyour eyes open.
Four dead in protestagainst government.
Now these people,they were known to me.
This is no time to be undecided.
- Good evening.- Good evening.
Good evening.
Those are the Londsboroughs.
Those are the Londsboroughs.Husband's a tyrant.
- Hmm.- And Count Albani you know.
Mm-hmm. No sign of Roberto?
No, more's the pity.
No, I...
I'm doing my best toavoid another proposal.
Or another bracelet.
What am I supposedto do with it?
It's been burning ahole in my pocket.
I suppose that's whyyou're swanning off
I suppose that's why you'reswanning off to the south of France?
Oh no, that was Mummy's idea.
- Really?- Hmm.
Go off, have somefun sort of thing.
It's what Daddy'sbeen saying for years.
It's what Daddy's been saying foryears. Well, that must be nice.
All I get is 'Getmarried. Do your duty.'
Has he thought about doing his?
Not as far as I know, thelittle I've seen of him.
- What about mother?- Happy as a lark without him.
Do you think weought to be worried?
That they spend somuch time apart?
Hmm.
I think I'd need a breakafter 30 years of marriage
It's five months in my case.
Oh.
Anyway, I don't thinkhe'll be away much longer.
Not after the lastletter I sent him.
Which means Daddy,
that the nextyou'll hear from me
will be a postcard fromthe beach at San Tropez.
You must imagine me lyingthere drinking gin fizz
like it's going out of fashion
and having my face fanned
by a pack of swooningJacques and Jeans.
Although, I'm not entirely sure
I'll be able todrag myself away,
given the new dishyarchitect that Mummy's got
slaving away in the basement.
What is it?
Mrs Drummond-Ward has senther card in, Mr Ainsworth.
She's asking if you're at home.
Tell her I'm, err,dining at the club.
Very good, Sir.
Dishy. Please...
Carlo, I hope you don't mind
but I've taken the libertyof sitting you and Lucian
together to dine.
I thought it mightbe more congenial
than dining on one's own.
Of course.
It's err, very niceto see you again.
Good to see you, Lucian.
Alice.
Your wife is not with you?
No.
She finds the heat ratherdebilitating I'm afraid.
Oh, of course.
Poor Rose.
Are you holidaying?
Yes. With a friendand his family.
They have a villa off the coast.
If you'll excuse me, gentlemen.
But I prefer to stayhere, for various reasons.
And what aboutyour son, Roberto?
Alice and I were justremarking on his absence.
We have argued over politics.
That is a shame.
In Italy it'sbecoming unavoidable.
Well then I shallmake sure to avoid it
at least untilafter we have eaten.
Might I invite you to dine?
Of course, wheneveryou're ready.
Bella, if I may...
I have been in correspondence
with a contact at theMinistry of Foreign Affairs
who has receivedcertain intelligence
about a number ofvisa applications
more than a month ago
on behalf of theGreen Travel Guide.
Is there no end toyour connections Carlo?
I thought youwould like to know,
especially as the statepurpose of their visit
is to inspect tourist hotelsin Tuscany and Liguria,
at least those favouredby the British.
Do you happen to have anynames or potential dates?
Unfortunately not.
But I will write torequest more information.
You really are ourguardian angel.
I'm excited for youto taste Betty's lamb.
The Green Travel Guide ma'am?
It's a sort of biblein a manner of speaking
for anyone involvedin tourism or travel.
If you say so Mrs. Ainsworth.
Apparently they arenotoriously critical
of poor service, bad food,
and to cap it all,it's anonymous.
Anonymous, ma'am?
Yes, that's right Constance.
We won't even know theidentity of the inspector.
Unless Count Albani makes good
with that list ofnames, I suppose.
Well, I think we'rewise to assume
that any of our guests
could be the GreenGuide inspector
and we need toredouble our efforts
to ensure that everyone'sstay is a complete success.
Begging your pardon ma'am...
Might this be a bad time
to have those workmantraipsing through my kitchen?
Oh Betty, have theybeen bothering you?
Oh God no, it's thegerms and whatnot
that's coming intocontact with the food.
Oh goodness.
Well, you'll be pleased to hear
they may not beworking in the hotel
for very much longer.
I can see you buying chicken.
Are you sure this is thebest place to buy sunglasses?
Well, this is whereMother told me to come.
Ah...
She's not had any more trouble
with the, err,authorities, has she?
Not since Carlo had aquiet word last summer.
Mm-hmm.
Ever since father paid
a whopping greatbribe, you mean?
What gave you that idea?
I heard it fromthe horse's mouth
at the club over drinks.
I wouldn't look too surprised.It's the way things work here.
- You know that.- I don't need a lecture
on the workings ofItalian bureaucracy.
I'm just surprised headmitted it, that's all.
Gelato.
Uno per me signor.
Si, Signor. Um,I actually think
Um, I actually think
he was just tryingto make the point
that I might have togrease a few palms
to get ahead:
planning wallahs, localbigwigs, that sort of thing.
Right, well, I think that isa piece of fatherly advice
you can safelydiscount. No thank you.
Come along.
Come.
The Italian gentleman
is on the lineagain, Mr. Ainsworth.
Manners! What did I tell you?!
He says he'll keep ringing back
until you speak to him, Sir.
Oh...
Give it!
Now, look here Danioni,
what the devil isall this about?
And a very good morning toyou too, Signor Ainsworth.
Never mind your impertinence!
I told you not to ringunless it was urgent.
Well, I have a messagefrom our friends
across the Atlantic.
Oh, bugger.
Very well then, out with it.
They would like to havea meeting face to face.
Perhaps they'd likedinner at my club
while they're at it.
Signor Ainsworth, I forgotyour English humour.
I can't invite them to Boodle's!
It's they who areinviting, not you.
Now, you listen here.
I don't care who they are.
I'm not draggingmy sorry carcass
all the way to Detroit!
Not even if Henry Ford gifts me
a million shares inhis motor company!
There is no need to dothat Signor Ainsworth.
Our associates,they have taken over
at the casino herein Santa Margherita.
Hmm?
Well, it's still an awful lotof trouble and expense to go to.
That's funny.
It is exactly what thelast owner of the casino
said before he wasmade to see reason.
I suggest you'd better take thisseriously, Signor Ainsworth.
What?
Danioni?
These inspections
for them Green Travel Guides.
What about them?
Well, they're gonna mean
a heck of a lot morework for all of us,
you see if I'm right.
Even without HerImperial Majesty
swanning off to Saint Tropez.
Billy, have we gotmore sugar at the back?
- Are you even listening to me?- Of course I am.
I just don't know whatyou want me to say.
I want you to say yes,Betty, you're right Betty.
You always are, Betty.
Oh, not you again.
Stop making so much noiseand get back to work.
I have tried to tellher we need more staff,
honest, I have.
Well, please try again.
Well, she says she doesn't know
who she can trustafter Francesco.
I could have a dig around.
See if I can work outwho the inspector is.
You?
Yeah, I'm sharp eyed.
And light-fingered.
I just thought I couldhave a nosy when I'm...
fetching and carryingfor the guests,
see who's keeping score.
Well, don't go gettinginto trouble, Billy.
Yes.
Remember last time, son.
Yes.
Keep your eyespeeled for notebooks,
maybe typewriters,stuff like that.
We all should.
- Mmm.- Yes, Ma'am.
You had a questionfor me Mr. Bertram?
Is there anywhere else
that you might recommend we eat?
Can't imagine wanting to dine
at the same tablefor a whole week.
Ah. Well there's avery decent restaurant
Well there's a verydecent restaurant
behind the beach in Paraggi,
err, but you mustn't tellanyone here in the kitchen
that I recommended it.
I hardly think that's likely
to come up in conversation.
If there's anything elseI can help you with,
please don't hesitate.
Will you excuse me?
What on earth are you doing?
I need some air.
I can't breathe living atgrandmother's old house.
Well, you can't move back here.
You're a married woman now.
Oh, you'll catchyour death Rose.
When I don't feel stifledI can think better.
Think about the stateof your marriage?
Mother!
Hester,
would you fetch one ofmy shawls for Miss Rose?
From what I hear, you'llbe thinking all evening.
Luce. What's the matter?
Nothing's the matter.
Every time I askyou what's going on
between you and Rose,
you look like there's beena death in the family.
Because...
nothing's going on betweenme and Rose, mother.
Absolutely nothing.
The whole thing's a train wreck.
It's an absolute fiasco.
Darling.
I told father that weweren't well matched,
that Rose and Iaren't... sympathetic.
Surely it can't be that bad?
Can't be that bad mother? Wehaven't, we haven't even...
You haven't even what?
We haven't beenproperly intimate.
That's not true!
There's no use to denying it.
How could you possiblyknow a thing like that?
I spoke with Mary.
My Mary?
She's my Mary, Rose.
And she told me thatthere's no evidence of any
emissions when she sendsthe sheets to the laundry.
How could you?
Very easily,
and I'm not the one whodoesn't seem to understand
that you can't have intercourse
if you don't share a bed.
Is he a homosexual, is that it?
Mother!
Well, there are plenty who are.
It's not that I don'tfind her attractive.
It's rather that she's...
- What?- She's completely terrified.
She's literally rigid with fear.
Oh well, it takeseveryone a little while
Oh well, it takes everyone alittle while to get the hang of it,
you know, at first, so...
I'm not a completenovice, you know.
Oh, alright.
But I imagine that she is.
So you need to be tender,
careful, veryunderstanding obviously.
Don't you think thatI haven't tried that?
She starts crying
and that leads toanother migraine.
Oh gosh.
Do you think Juliashould have a word?
Alright.
I think that's a terrible idea.
So what precisely is the matter?
Oh good grief.
Darling, if you like,I could speak to her.
No.
I really think we ought to just
work through it ourselves.
Rose won't thank me for airingour dirty laundry in public.
Of course.
Oh, good morning Billy.
Oh Betty, Betty,I nearly forgot.
A letter for youcame this morning.
That's me mum's handwriting.
So it is.
Well, I'll be sure topass on all of the news.
Just as soon as I've read it.
Sapphire?
No, sapphire, no.
Much more cobalto.
That's not cobalt.
Obviously it's a cornflower.
What is cornflower in Italian?
- Fiordaliso.- Fiordaliso.
So much more beautifulin Italian than English.
I did love the meadowwhere I found them.
I used to go there withmy mother as a child
to pick flowers.
But we could gotogether sometime.
Yes.
This is the colour weshould use for the tiles.
Ah, well...
I've been meaning totalk to you, Marco,
about the latest bill breakdown.
I know the lastestimate I sent to you
I know the last estimate I sentto you for the plumbing work...
This is eye watering.
It was such a shock.
And I am truly sorry.
I have searched andsearched for another way.
Well, there is no other way
other than I postpone
until I can find themoney to afford it.
What about the spa and allthose wonderful treatments
and therapies youhave been dreaming of?
How can you abandon it now?
It's galling, but I'mnot going to abandon it.
I'm just going to postpone it.
And meantime, for aman of your talents,
there are plenty of otherprojects to work on.
There must be a queueof clients waiting to...
I don't have any other clients.
None of them whoshare my passion
for great design like you do.
That's very kind.
Listen, I have money set aside
from the sale of my practice.
I will work for nothing
until you have themeans to repay me.
Of course, I wouldn'thear of that.
Give me a few days.
We will just have to comeup with another solution,
which we will.
For sure.
This way to the terrace, Ma'am.
Thank you.
Hello.
Roll camera!
And... action!
You say now you're gonna fix me.
You say that aman is all I need.
I say honey, just leave me be...- Claudine! Claudine!
You know I don'tlike to be told...
PHOTOGRAPHER: Ici! Ici!
Cut. Cut!
Okay, take five everybody!
Scram! What's theproblem now, Mitchell?
What's the problemnow, Mitchell?
There's anotherphotographer in shot.
Ah damn it! I asked them nicely.
And I have asked you two nicely
and it's had roughlythe same effect.
And what's thatsupposed to mean?
It means you're foolingaround with a guy
who's supposed to be engaged!
Now that's just a nasty rumour.
Well, the press aren'tgonna take it seriously
unless you two do.
Oh, don't walk away from me!
I don't like your tone.
And I don't like you
getting ideasabove your station!
Hmm.
Oh God, I preferred itwhen they didn't talk.
Someone get me a drinkbefore we lose the light.
I need a drink!
You took your time.
I am awfully sorry madam.
But once again, MrAinsworth is not at home.
We'll see about that.
Cecil, do stop thisfoolish charade...
As I said, Mrs Drummond-Ward,
Mr. Ainsworth is not at home.
Where is he Manners?
I couldn't rightly say.
He was catching the boattrain from Charing Cross.
Yesterday. Six o'clock.
And when will he be back?
'See you in September, Manners.'
That was as muchas he said, Madam.
Hotel Portofino?
Mrs Ainsworth?
Yes. This is Bella Ainsworth.
To whom am I speaking?
You may not remember me.
I stayed with you last summer,
using the name Turner.
Miss Pascal? Claudine?
- That's right.- Of course I remember you!
That's such a relief.
How could I forget your...
kindness in my hour of need?
Well, it's my hourof need now, honey.
Are you in trouble?
Some, kinda.
And I'm really hopingyou could help.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Claudine,Claudine! Miss Pascal!
Nish!
Nish.
He's the regional headof the Fascist Party
and a friend of Mussolini's
since before his rise to power.
Good.
If you're really goingthrough with this, then...
then surely there'sa better place,
less exposed, less risky.
But the riskier it is
the louder it willsend a message.
That nowhere is safe.
Then there is this.
Eduardo Giaconelli.
And how will you do it?
Nish...
Where did you get that?
His brother foughtthe Austrians.
He brought it back from the war.
Is it live?
What would be thepoint if it wasn't?
And if it doesn't?
Then there is this.
Gianluca.
- Gian...- It's a backup, nothing more.
I'm not asking you to use it.
And now pet, I come to the part
that I have held offfrom telling you.
But which you willquickly understand
is the true importof this letter.
I have been told thatmy health is failing.
Although in truth,
I do not need a doctorto tell me that.
But we've discussed this.
Rotten fruit.
I know, darling.
I'm not asking youto come to Genoa,
just to Santa Margherita.
But Constance cankeep you company
But Constance can keep youcompany for the whole journey.
I don't understand whyyou're so insistent.
Because I need her to learnhow to do the journey.
Why can't she learnto do it on her own?
Well, because she'llhave the bank takings
and I don't wanther to be nervous.
Besides, it will give youa chance to clear the air.
Oh, not that again.
Well, darling, really, weare so ferociously busy.
I do need for us allto... Good morning.
Good morning.
Pull together and getalong and make it all work.
Yes, but I need my mother
to forget about hersilly little hotel
just this once.
And... please mother, Irarely ask for anything.
And if Constance is asclever as you say she is,
she can be left in chargefor an hour or two.
Very well.
I shall go and giveher instructions now.
Why don't you askLucian to go with her?
I'm sure he'll love that.
Hmm?
Hmm.
Ask Lucian to go where?
ALICE: Oh, is that the train?
Oh, is that the train?
Oh, I knew we weregoing to be late!
- Oh mother!- Darling, it's alright.
You go and get the ticket
and Billy and I willbring up the rear
with the luggage, won't we?
Let me help you.No, it's okay.
No, it's okay.
Honestly, thank you.
Ah, Billy be careful.
Darling, are you excited?
I am.
I want you to havethe most fabulous time
in Saint Tropez.- Oh, thank you.
Don't be mad at me.
Look who's here.
Oh!
Long live prohibition.
Salute.
My husband.
He has been away for some time.
Nine months.
- This isn't right.- I don't give a fig.
- You're married.- It's a charade.
Bella Ainsworth. Howgood it is to see you.
Bathing beauty in hot water:
Claudine Pascal caughtwith her co-star.
I've come to tell youthat this is my place.